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reallyromealone · 1 month

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Title: oh hey a mate(s)

Chapter: one

Fandom: obey me

Pairing: demon brother's x male reader

Warnings: suggestive themes, readers got truama, internalized gender hatred, anxiety, panic attacks, mentions of being a breeding tool, self hate, reader doesn't really understand sex, sexual themes, omegaverse, male reader, mentions of mpreg

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"HE STOLE THEM FROM ME!" (sisters name) Screeched out in a rage as she threw things around "they were supposed to be MY mates! And he stole them! That whore stole them!" She was hyperventilating at this point as her body shook, feeling robbed of her alphas.

Of her life, the thing she wanted more than anything.

"I know sweety but maybe we can set you up wit--"" I don't want someone else! I want the princes!"

And she was going to get them.

She swore it.

'fuck you (name)'

Holy shit this place was big.

God he felt under dressed, especially beside these alphas who were dressed so fancy and perfect.

The floors were marble and two grand staircases winded on each side and paintings that had to be centuries old hung on the walls "we will have one commissioned for you soon enough... Maybe one with us all" Belphegor yawned as he wandered the halls "for now, let's get you settled in" he said and looked to a nervous looking Leviathan who nodded.

(Name) Was nervous as he walked beside the demon who seemed to want to be anywhere but here "I-im sorry if I wasn't who you were expecting... I'll try and not step on your toes" (name) whispered, anxiously fiddling with his fingers and looked down "i-i dont-- fuck... I'm really nervous and anxious and just I don't really talk to omegas often so I'm just--" the demon seemed panicked and (name) felt relief flood through his veins as he pumped out calming pharamones for the Alpha "hey... I get it, if it's any consolation... I'm not great with people either-- hell I think this is the first time I ever left my families property!" He laughed a bit but Leviathan was shocked at his words "you never been into the capital or even your home town?" He asked genuinely and (name) shook his head "nah, my parents didn't trust me going out there-- you know how troublesome an Omega can be"

What the fuck? That's all Leviathan could think as he looked at the Omega worried "I- you're not troublesome?" He whispered and (name) just smiled "I try not to be" (name) giggled a bit as they continued to (name)s apartment, the Omega expecting a quaint bedroom but...

"I think we went to the wrong room.... This is awfully big" (name) said softly to the envy demon who looked confused "you like your apartment?" Asmodeus popped out from nowhere and pulled (name) close with a flirty grin "we had the butlers being your things in, don't worry we didn't let them unpack... Pharamones and all that ~" he pulled (name) into the apartment and (name) felt overwhelmed by all this "there's a nesting room there~ if you need help don't hesitate to ask"

"A-are you sure?"

"Sure of what?"

"That this is for me?"

"You are to be our mate, I personally wanted you with me but Luci wanted you to have your own space... Something about acclimating" his words teasing and (name) chuckled but cut short when his stomach growled and the two demons looked curious "oh yeah! Humans need to eat for survival!"

(Name) Felt embarrassed as he silently cursed his stomach for exposing him like this as the demons looked at one another in a silent conversation.

They were definitely having a sibling meeting later.

(Name) Dissociated during the rest of the evening, eventually ending back in the rooms he was given, the size of his old house if not a bit bigger...

Everything was pristine as he took out his belongings, his prized possessions and small hobbies to occupy him.

A few heirlooms and books and his childhood stuffed toy 'this will go in my nest' he thought as he looked at the nesting room doors, two ornate doors in a rose gold shade, the apartment all light colors unlike the rest of the palace.

It was a strange contrast, almost like they didn't know what to expect so they just made what they thought humans liked. It was funny really, demons trying to understand what humans wanted or needed as he was doing the same, wondering what these demons wanted or liked.

Getting up he went to the nesting room and was overwhelmed by the nesting supplies he was given, piles and piles of blankets and pillows and soft things, his purring could probably be heard from outside the apartment as he snuggled into them, a sense of safety he wasn't quite used to washing over him.

He was excited to make a large nest, spending half the night making it perfect for him to rest in and just not think about the fact he was to be mated on his next heat to seven strangers that were also fucking royalty! Well there goes not thinking about it because here he was!

Also his sister! Holy shit she was mad! And like at his wedding she will be there! Fuuck!

(Name) Was just sitting there head in hands as he processed the fact that within 24 hours he was now engaged and now in the public eye!

(Name) Curled up closer into his blankets and let out a shutter of a sigh, he wondered if he would be able to do the things he enjoyed before... Would he be allowed to garden? Would he have to dress more Omegan? Or would he be able to wear clothes that were comfortable?!

He needed to walk, movement to process this.

Getting up he walked out of his apartment and into the hall, dark and grand, ceilings at least 15 feet tall and paintings lined, some he recognized as the siblings and some unfamiliar as he walked around curiously.

Somehow he made it to the kitchen "I hope they don't mind..." (Name) Whispered as he sliced an apple, careful and gentle as his stomach growled a bit.

"Can I have some?" A voice startled him out of his thoughts causing him to slice his finger "shit!" The voice said and (name) looked to see Beelzebub who in turn looked a bit startled as he took (name)s bleeding finger and put it in his mouth, the Omega looking thoroughly concerned as Beelzebub sucked on the blood "I feel like this is incredibly unsanitary" (name) whispered worried and beez released his finger "demons saliva can heal amongst other things, depends on the demon really"

"Oh " (name) said dumbly as he looked at his wet but healed finger "what else does your saliva do?" He asked curiously and Beelzebub smiled at the others cute and curious expression "ah, well besides healing my saliva can work as an aphrodisiac if ingested!" (Name) Looked concerned and Beelzebub laughed "don't worry, it only works if I were to like make out with you or eat your ass!"

And now (name) was flustered as the gluttony demon kept laughing at his embarrassment "so why are you up so late?" Beelzebub asked after calming down and sealing some apple slices and cutting up some more, handing (name) an orange "just... It's stupid"

"Oh please!" Beelzebub pushed and (name) sighed "I'm just... I'm having trouble processing this stuff, it's stressful and like-- I never left my property let alone this! My sister wanted to be with you guys and she's already insufferable, this is just worse! I'm just paranoid that you guys are going to realize that like this was a mistake and reject me and like the fear of being an Omega in general! Will I be able to do the things i enjoyed before? Will I be a breeding tool?!" He was hyperventilating now as Beelzebub panicked "hey hey, calm down! It will be alright and-- no we aren't making you a breeding Omega.... shhh" beez tried to calm him as footsteps quickly made their way to the kitchen.

"What is happening?" Lucifer and the others seemed startled as the smell of distress was heavy in the kitchen "he's worried we will strip him of his rights and make him carry our young" Beelzebub explained as he lifted (name) into his arms and set him on the counter "were demons but we aren't monsters" Satan said disgusted and Asmodeus smiled "we would never do that unless it's what you're into~" he teased the Omega as they crowded him "I know it's an incredibly hard adjustment but know we mean well, it's literally impossible for us to not fall for each other" it's true soulmates would eventually fall for one another due to the bond "and we are sharing one mate so that means you have seven people to love you" mammon said in a rare moment of genuine care "what do you mean?"

"Oh yeah, he knows basically nothing about secondary gender or soulmates" Levi said softly and the demons looked horrified "well I know what we are doing tomorrow" Satan said simply and (name) looked ashamed and couldn't meet their eyes, feeling stupid for his lack of knowledge.

"Well his town is backwards" Belphegor yawned and wandered off back to bed now that the problem was solved "goodnight...."

(Name) Was led back to his room by Beelzebub and Asmodeus and looked confused when they put sweaters in his arms "the smell of your alphas will calm you~" Asmodeus said simply and the two wished him a good night.

And for once?

He sleped peacefully.

(Name) Spent the next few days learning about soulmates and secondary genders, the two interlocking "when your heat comes, it will be dangerous for you to not mate with your soulmate" (name) read the book in his off time, the book explaining how the bonding is key to not cause rejection symptoms or a drop, he definitely didn't want that. Fuck how does he have sex? Fuck.

Time to go figure that out, he really felt behind on this shit.

(Name) Made home in the library as he looked for any books that would aid him "Hmm? Looking for sex books ~ didn't know our omega was like that" Asmodeus seemed to love just appearing out of thin air and scaring (name) who dropped the book "i-i it's not like that!"

"Hmmm? And what is it about? Oh you're so cute when your flustered!" He cooed and (name) huffed "I am trying to figure out like, how sex works and stuff... I wasn't exactly taught... Just put on suppressants so my family could avoid it" he just constantly felt ashamed with them, their faces of realization and pity as (name) tried not to cry "well, if you like I could teach you~ don't worry I won't touch you where you don't like" Asmodeus could get used to his omega so flustered as he got closer, his alpha giddy at his mate being untouched "the first thing one should know is their body after all~"

"I- uh... I'm not sure..."

Asmodeus let his lips barely touch (name)s as he caged him against a bookshelf and smiled, his tail flickering and (name) seemed a bit startled by it All as the demon gently kissed him "that was... Uh.." "your first kiss?"

"Yeah..."

"Did you like it?"

(Name) Could only nod as the lust avatar giggled sweetly at his adorable Omega "oh, you're going to fit in nicely here~!" He doted on (name) a bit "don't worry darling, we won't do anything your not ready for but if you're willing... To experiment a bit, I'm always a summon away" and with that he was gone, (name) left with nothing more than the smell of his pharamones, sweet Jasmine and warm vanilla.

It wasn't till after lunch that Lucifer brought him to the gardens, a small greenhouse and a garden plot stood "we had it cleaned up, you said you liked gardening" he said simply and looked down at (name) who looked like he was given the potion of youth "really? Thank you so much..." (Name) Was releasing the happiest pharamones and Lucifer kept composure but god damn did that boost his ego as an alpha, making his mate happy.

"Just clean yourself off after you finish" Lucifer said calmly and (name) beamed at this "of course!"

(Name) Puttered in the greenhouse and began planting things, thankfully it was early in the season so he had time to make a nursery for plants "oh, sor--" (name) immediately shut up as he saw Belphegor sleeping in a sun beam, cozy and calm. Looking around (name) found his cape that Satan had made for him and covered the demon with it "it's still chilly" he whispered and went back to work, unaware the demon was awake and watching intently at the Omega who was carrying heavy pots and sacks of soil around.

(Name) Kept quiet for the Alpha, he must be so exhausted to fall asleep in a greenhouse of places so it would be best to let him rest! Eventually (name) moved outside, it was less chilly but a slight chill but movement will keep him warm! Using twine he found in the greenhouse he sectioned spots of the garden plots for various things like carrots and garlic amongst others, they were still in the nursery but it's good to get things ready now, he reasoned with himself.

"Your Highness! It's quite cold!" A servant panicked as she saw (name) in nothing more than a shirt and pants and apron, dirt on his cheek "don't worry! I'm alright!" He reasoned but she was not having it and removed her cape "it's not good for an Omega to be cold like this!"

Before she could drape the cape on (name), he felt fur on his shoulders as Mammon smiled with a warning "don't worry, he's warm" his eyes telling the servant to leave and (name) looked confused "oh hello!" (Name) Smiled at the demon who felt annoyed at how sweet the other was, his bond making his heart beat fast "Luci wanted me to take you into town so get ready" he grumbled and (name) nodded, a simple smile on his face as he wandered to the palace "where's your cape anyways?! It's freezing for mortals!" He chastised and (name) chirped "Belphegor was sleeping and I wanted him to be cozy!" (Name) Couldn't explain why he felt so calm and comfortable with the princes but they made him feel safe, even if they were sometimes like angry chihuahuas.

"You're weird" mammon said with no bite as they walked to (name)s area.

The tailors and seamstresses worked tirelessly to put together some clothes for (name) and his new class, the maids commenting about how the seamstress always kept embroidered sleeves on hand as the brothers always tore clothes during training--- well save for Asmodeus and Belphegor who couldn't be fucked to do stuff like that.

(Name) Felt regal, a beautiful vest made of silk and embroidered with birds and roses and a linen powers shirt and nice pants and expensive boots "you look wonderful your Highness!" A maid commented, (name) growing fond of his personal maids who cheered him in, them all being mated and married betas.

(Name) Was curious as he looked around the city, never really interacting with so many people who looked at he two in awe, the guards keeping a fair distance as he looked at stalls "you seriously never been in a city?" Mammon said incredulously and (name) looked confused "no? It's not right for an Omega to be by himself around alphas, I would be a temptation" reiterating his parents words and Mammon was horrified at the omegas genuine belief that HE was the problem and not alphas who couldn't keep their hands to themselves "well we are unpacking that later"

He didn't even want to get into the family thing, remembering the chat he had with his brothers when (name) had his meltdown and the acceptance that their Omega came from a very problematic living situation but he seemed to be acclimating well.

Or at least he hoped.

Mammon was confused as (name) handed him a stuffed bunny "what is this?" He raised an eyebrow from behind his circular sunglasses "well we didn't get to actually court because of being soulmates so I got you all courting gifts" he chirped out innocently, remembering what he was taught by Lucifer and deciding to put it in action though he seemed to have gotten it backwards as it was supposed to be the Alpha who gave the courting gifts.

"I- uh... Thank you?"

(Name) Seemed pleased as they continued their walk through the cities market, a giant hub of the equally giant city as Mammon stared at the bunny that was made of fabric the same color as his eyes, a small detail that made him flustered.

He noticed (name) budgeting, a soft smile on his face "you know we have basically endless money, right?" Well mammon didn't, he was cut off and put on a strict budget but (name)? He still had his money privileges "that's your money, this is so much!" To (name) it was a lot of money as he did the budgeting of the house back with his family, this was ten times of what they made in a year! "I am fine with this"

Hell, how did they get the exact opposite of them?!

A nervous Omega who was innocent and naive and sweet as honey!

"Oh you are absolutely precious!" Asmodeus cooed at the stuffed rabbit that fit in his hands "I hadn't even thought of courting!" He said with exaggerated sadness and (name) watched the others alphas reactions, though it wasn't the fanciest courting gift, it was a genuinely thoughtful one.

"He was worried about spending the money, he literally budgeted it" mammon groaned and Lucifer snorted "you could do well to learn that" he said as (name) seemed reminded and handed him back the coin bag, the Omega barely dented it "I got a few things for my hobbies but I brought back the change!" He said sweety and Lucifer had cute aggression at that moment as (name) looked at him with so much pride "you know you could have spent all of this right?" He said a little slow, (name) nodding "but that would be rude, I'm spending all your money without care... I don't like that"

Seriously, how did they manage to be fated with the sweetest Omega?!

"He didn't even but himself actual things for himself! He bought things to make us things!" Mammon groaned out but they all knew he equally swooned at the fact their Omega was so sweet.

But also he didn't buy himself anything, Asmodeus has had to bring him to eat and Beelzebub would put food on it.

"Rural Omega culture is different than cities, they're treated more as a commodity" a maid explained to Asmodeus one night as she helped him get ready for bed, she herself being an alpha from the boonies "an inconvenience would be a better word though, everything your saying shows he was treated like how my love got treated, need to make them feel genuinely valued" she went to explain how omegas need regular scenting and assurance to keep mentally regulated and (name) probably never had that.

Which would explain why he seemed like he was constantly waiting for the next shoe to drop despite growing used to them.

Like it was all going to go away.

His dreams were often that, every night he dreamt of waking up in his old room as his sister lived the life she wanted and he was stuck in that musty bedroom where he would rot.

"Your dreams are noisy" Belphegor mumbled as he crawled into bed with (name) and held him close, pumping out pharamones as he thought smugly about the fact he's technically been in bed with (name) before the others. (Name) Snuggled in his chest and physically relaxed, chirping in his sleep as he clung helplessly to him and he was hooked.

He wanted this more and was already annoyed he would have to share with his brothers.

(Name) Let his mates to be plan the wedding though he and Beelzebub thought of food together, the demon horrified at how little foods he got to experience and made him try everything for the wedding and smiled at his happy face with good food "these are mirangue cookies! Like eating plaster that loves you!" He exolained and (name) basically melted at now delicious it was.

Beelzebub was more than happy to share food with him, his alpha wanting the Omega to be well fed to carry his pups after all.

They were all anxious for mating, their bond slowly making them VERY intense about (name) who after weeks, finally sat close to Satan as he read with him though (name) did struggle a bit "omegas being taught to read is laughable, I taught myself as much as I could" he explained and that's when Satan decided he would read for (name), the two spending an hour or two in the library reading together like how Lucifer spent his time teaching (name) new things when he wasn't busy or just dragging him along with things.

(Name) Was always well behaved, he thought of (name)s family and how they were... How did this come out of THAT.

But now, (name) had one worry...

Would he invite his family to his wedding?

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kieranxvalentine · 5 months

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Her Queen. [Yandere! Princess! Oc x Reader]

༻♡༺✎ You were only supposed to be a servent, Now you're a future Queen. ༻♡༺✎ Yandere! Princess! Oc x Reader ༻♡༺✎ 18+ (sexual content, oral sex, fingerng, overstimulation, power imbalance) ༻♡༺✎ 0.7k words ༻♡༺✎ AHH my first 18+ One~! I had alot of fun writing this one! Happy reading~! (this is not proofread!)

“Keep squirming my love, I love how you feel underneath me..” Your moans were music to her ears, your taste was simply heavenly, more than any delicacy that money could possibly buy her.

Princess Alexandria of Aloria was currently nestled between your legs. You were laying flat on your back, both of your dresses were long abandoned on the room floor.

Alexandria’s tongue licked long stripes along your cunt, loving the way you shivered from her touch. She forces your legs open as she raises her fingers up to slowly rub circles against your sensitive bundle of nerves.

She then leaned down to take your clit into her mouth, slowly suckling on it as she slowly slipped her two fingers into your needy cunt.

“Y-your h-highness..!” You would moan out her title and she smirk against your cunt.

“Mhm?~ Yes my darling~?” She would begin to pump her fingers int and out of you, enjoying how your body reacted. The way your back arched, the way the moans would leave your plump lips, it was like she was in heaven.

She raised up to capture your lips in hers, allowing you to taste yourself on her tongue. As she continued to pump her fingers in deeper, Alexandria would whisper praises against your lips.

“Such a good girl for me..”

“Look at how wet you are…all for your princess..”

“That's it darling…let go…mhm..you’re taking it so well..”

She would whisper all these against the side of your neck, placing open mouthed kisses there.

Your moans would get higher and Alexandria would simply chuckle softly as she paid attention to the way your body would contort and squirm in pleasure, signaling her to your fast approaching release.

“Hmm?...Is my darling going to cum? You’re going to make a pretty mess all over my fingers?”

It seemed like you came as soon as those words left her lips, she enjoyed the way that you clenched around her fingers. She leans down to kiss you, muffling your moans as she continued to fuck her fingers into you through your orgasm. Bringing you to a brink of near overstimulation.

You tried to close your legs once more, but Alexandria continued, the wet noises coming from your cunt filled the room, mixing with the sound of your choked sobs of pleasure.

Alexandria didn’t stop until she made a complete mess out of you, She finally stilled her fingers after pulling two more orgasms from you, kissing your forehead and telling you how much of a good girl you were for her.

Princess Alexandria was wrapped around your finger, She didn’t care what she had to do, but she knew you weren’t going anywhere.

Lady Alex, or Alexandria was a brown skinned woman with pink/rose gold hair with matching deep, rose red eyes. She wore a navy blue ball gown normally with accents of gold, black and white.

Alexandria was the only heir of her father, King Alexander, and unlike most royals she was raised to take the crown. Her father didn’t want anyone else on the throne besides his daughter.

This is how she met you, a humble servant brought in by her father to be her lady in waiting.

When she first laid her eyes on you, she knew it was love at first sight. The way your hair fit your face, the way you (e/c) eyes met hers each time you spoke, that adorable smile you would get whenever she would compliment or praise you. She just thought you were the cutest thing in the world.

She told her father how she wanted you to be her lover, and she wasn’t going to take no as an answer.

Lady Alex would cause immense harm to anyone, and she means ANYONE who dares to rule against her in this. She’d been alone for so long (she’s 31 years old!) and now that she’s finally found the person she considers her soulmate she was going to keep you.

Anyone dared to harm you? To the dungeons, and later will be executed at her words. She’s the future Queen, and you are her partner, her Queen. She was not going to tolerate disrespect.

You want for nothing! You are praised, worshipped, you’ll need nothing outside the castle walls, she’ll bring it all to you.

She can’t have you getting any ideas to try and leave her…can she?~

She would notice the way the other nobles would look at you whenever she brings you around. Alexandria would hold you a little tighter in your ear harmful things about the people you were talking to.

Alexandria didn't want to lose you. so even if that meant cutting you off from your family and friends in the palace. she would do it.

"You're mine now. You don't need them anymore, darling...now come to bed. Let me prove to you how I am the only one you need.."

©kieranxvaletine 2023 <3 Hope you all enjoyed!

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horrorisunknowntoyou · 1 year

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Watching From The Sidelines P.3

[SAGAU X SHAPESHIFTER READER]

Synopsis: The game begins! You travel all over Teyvat, as your followers try so hard to follow your tracks. But your having too much fun talking to the locals, helping those in need and drinking!

If they can catch you, you will become their God, if not well, then they'll have to continue playing the game!

A/n: mentioned of flirting with women and men. And slight y/n x zhongli.

Tag List:

@randomnatics @the-2nd-random-kid @smokey-cat @moosieman12345 @nexylaza @stellakito @creation-magician @longppanoodle @angelkazusstuff @apple-ai @guess-i-die @jcrml @byakuren100 @moraxsimp69 @iruiji @ll-nty77 @yuyuzi-ling

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All the maids and house keepers were let go, but were given a large bag of mora in compensation. They were allowed to take anything they want from the manor, you were going to sell it as you had no need of it.

which all is left is you and this empty house.

Tick...Tick....Tick.....

You tapped your foot against the floor, your legs crossed sitting on an loafy chair besides a window. You had a golden pocket watch in your hand checking every minute.

"They should be here in one...two... three..."

Bang

You closed the pocket watch swiftly, placing it inside your coat pocket. Patting your chest as you hold your hands together listening the door be swinged open.

It was obvious at this open your the creator, your golden eyes hidden behind your sunglasses. Monsters and enemies not bothered by your presence. It's clear what your identity is. Especially the death of the imposter. The golden eyes they had, have transferred to you much to your displeasure.

You took a sip from a glass of champagne you poured for yourself.

Your "entourage" soon appeared Infront of you, clearly disheveled and worried. They were on their knees grasping at straws, panting like the dogs they are.

Before they could even speak you rose your hand to silence them.

"How about we play a little game...you want me to be your God. Correct? So..." You stood up watching their eyes follow you, as you make way to window hitting the notch open. " If you win this game, I'll be your God. "

They looked at each other confused.

"My Grace, our creator what game are you suggesting?" Zhongli asked.

You hummed, " A game of cat and mouse. To play a game, there must be rules. Here are mine."

* 1. No unlawful killing of innocents, even if they help me don't hurt them. That includes yourselves as well

* 2. The form I am in now will be my main one, only to make it fair for you all. However I'll still use my abilities to my advantage. Including tools.

* 3. All of you are against me and me alone. However to make it fun I'll have sometimes a "spy" on your side. A random chosen person who will give me info.

"As I stated earlier if you catch me, I'll be your God and do whatever you want me to do."

The entourage looked at each other and nod in approval.

Venti looked at you in admiration, " We agree to our Creator's rules! It's obvious this is a test for us."

Zhongli agrees with it, "Our Creator is testing our faith after our failure to noticed the imposter. We don't deserve such mercy."

You kinda stood their like "huh?" As Ei nod to the other two. " We will play our Creator's game and prove our devote loyalties."

You smiled at them, " recruit whoever you wish, there no time limit. " You walked over to the mirror.

"THE GAME STARTS IN 1...2...3! GO!" You immediately jumped out of the window, throwing a confetti bomb at them to disorient them. Gold confetti flying everywhere with dust of glitter and smoke.

The acolytes cover their mouth, shielding their eyes as Venti clear the air.

" CAPTURE THE CREATOR NO MATTER WHAT!" zhongli yells out , pointing towards the window.

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You were running, you didn't know where but you just ran. You can practically feel your heart hitting against your chest, the adrenaline pumping through your veins.

God, you never felt more alive then now, this doesn't compare to stressing over exams or phone calls to doctors or setting up your college funds. Hell, not even when you transported to this world as their God.

It was euphoric.

You were practically leaping around in joy.

How can those y/n's in those SAGAU fics be so foolish. You came from the same background as those fics, but why was the world wrapped around your finger?

The strongest people in all of genshin are chasing you! But not to mercilessly kill you, but instead a game you instigated.

A game...how funny is that?

No longer am binded to an execution but game.

How silly.

You smirked at the thought of it, you took off your sun glasses placing it away as you hear the acolytes near by. You hid behind a tree shape shifting into a bird on a branch. Watching them pass by you with determination In their eyes.

Expect one.

Aether.

He spotted you, but he didn't mention it to the others. As they ran into different directions all around Teryet he stayed behind.

You shape shifted back to m/n, "Hello Aether."

He blushed looking at you in shock, " you know my name?" You simply nodded.

"Your the traveller how could I not? So Aether do you wish to be my first spy? "

He nodded almost immediately, " please! I would be honored. "

You hummed, "good, remember not the tell the others. But I have heard alot from you, so you'll be of great use to me." You pull something from your pocket placing it on his hand.

" a gift. " You mumbles as you look at him who's completely awe struck.

" your so much kinder then the imposter! They never did anything like this to me!" He says as you raised an eyebrow in intrigued.

"Is that so?... Tell me more. "

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Aether set a blanket down for you to sit on as he explained about the imposter. Mostly just venting out his frustrations as you listen in intrigued.

Saying that, they were so cruel and give no rewards always complaining for things to be done. Always in humane and never helped. They were greedy and power hungry. He just kept going and going.

Honestly, thank the gods the imposter was dead because how Aether explains it, you would have killed them yourself.

How dare they use your face to be cruel to the undeserving, how dare they make the weak and poor feel vulnerable.

How dare they disgrace YOUR name.

It disgusted you.

You thank him for the info but he shook his head, " I don't deserve such words I just did as you told. " You just sighed..

" of course, of course. You must return to the others or they might get suspicious of your absence. I'll call you when needed. Also tell your sister and Paimon I said hello. "

He nodded excitedly.

You stood up and nodded at him in approval as disappeared in a dust of gold confetti.

Aether sat there blushing, holding the gift dearly to him , so excited to be the Creator's first spy and vessel.

He couldn't be any more happier.

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Days past

Your acolytes were taking this game very seriously.

But you? Oh you were relaxing in a random tavern, drinking a glass. Flirting with some of the women and men in the bar.

If they saw you, they would definitely be jealous.

You laughed at their jokes, as they melt under the touch of your gloved hands.

Of course just when you had the person wrapped around your finger you Venti immediately showed up. You kissed on top of the strangers hand, " sorry to cut it short but I most go. " You immediately dodged his attack, sliding under him and bolted out the door.

" Your Grace come back!" You hear faintly behind you.

Venti was still on you before Xiao came out of nowhere with his weapon.

"your getting faster!" You said as you grabbed onto a railing above you. With your agility, you swing up onto the roof and leaped onto the other building roof.

You stick your tongue out at them teasing them as you fled away.

Xiao sighs, shaking his head as Venti whines , stomping his foot.

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You were helping a child down a tree, smiling at them happily playing with them. Gently setting them down, giving them a lollipop.

"Thank you mister!/miss!" The child's says smiling running off to their mother.

You waved bye, before being jumped by lumine and Paimon, immediately dropping to the floor dodging their attack. You immediately kick yourself up , brushing dirt off your coat.

Paimon flying towards you like a missile, but you immediately distracted her with candy.

She immediately took the bait and you shape shifted as a bird and flew away all giddy as lumine and Paimon argued over her taking the candy.

"How can I decline!" Paimon pouted

Lumine groans in defeat, " we were so close! "

It was cute to watch.

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You chugged down another glass, laughing loudly in a party your invited to. It was dark and everyone was dancing. Attention on you as you smiled hiding behind a fan, after all you were a rich business man.

After all what's the harm I'm having fun?

You talked to other business partners and people you knew. Hell, you even met up with your assistant and she told you how things are going along. You told her you were busy with external affairs and will make her in charge and raise her salary and holidays off.

She agreed to it, thankful with the benefits she was given. " Thank you sir/ma'am, I can't thank you enough for the generosity you given me. "

" of course, I wouldn't be as successful without your help."

" I'm honored you think so." She smiles.

"go have fun, I have things to do, go enjoy yourself." You said smiling, gesturing her to talk to others.

" of course, thank you sir. " She says leaving, as you leaned against a table.

You pulled out your pocket watch, looking at the time as you step outside. Climbing on top of the roof, starring onto the night sky, looking at the moon.

You heard light footsteps behind you.

You turn around and smile seeing zhongli standing there.

You chuckled, as zhongli has his weapon in hand, he swung it at you, but you catch it. Tossing it aside, wrapping your arm around his waist pulling him close, the other hand on his hand.

"Y-Your Grace?!" He fumbled.

You can tell he's overwhelmed by this, as you hum to the tune played below. Spinning him around in the moonlight, bowing him down. He practically melts to your touch, collapsing on to his knees. You smirked as you gently set him down.

"i-i...uh..."

You blew him a kiss before teleporting away.

He just sat there dumbfounded and flustered.

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Besides being chased by the most powerful people in genshin. You like wandering around, you didn't need to sleep or eat a lot so it wasn't much of a issue. You liked to explore the world, seeing the shops and stores. Talking with the locals and hanging out with them, everyday was something new. You weren't stuck in some temple being worshipped. Bored out of your mind.

No, you were experiencing Teyvat as a whole. You saw it yourself with your own eyes instead of those of an acolyte.

You are witnessing it first hand the issues and solving them on your own.

Because if you were called as their God , you wouldn't have a chance to do something like this.

It was nice to do everything independently.

You got to do small thoughtless things.

Like giving money to the poor.

Giving sweets and toys to children.

Helping the elderly and unfortunate.

Giving flowers to women and men.

Doing small errands

Going on adventures.

Hanging out with locals.

Getting invited to parties.

The list goes on, and of course with your money, you can spend it luxuriously if needed. As your still running your businesses and going to meetings and such. Just because your traveling doesn't mean you stopped working.

But you know, eventually the acolytes will turn it up a notch and add more people into this game. The question is when. Because so far you had an idea what they are doing due to Aether's spy work.

So they are definitely planning something, but it depends on what.

Time will only tell.

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Bonus!

WFTS y/n's Playlist (slightly fem leaning)

UPSAHL - People I Don't Like

Gwen Stefani - Rich Girl

Yung Gravy - Betty

Abba - Money, Money, Money

Destiny's Child - Bills, Bills, Bills

Lady Gaga - Fashion

Macklemore & Ryan Lewis - Thrift Shop

Flo Rida - Right Round

Lady Gaga - Telephone

Bruno Mars - That's What I Like

WFTS y/n is such a chaotic person lmao.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin self aware au #genshin self aware #genshin sagau #genshin impact sagau x reader #sagau genshin #sagau cult au #genshin impact sagau #genshin impact x gender neutral reader #genshin imposter au #genshin impact self aware #genshin x you

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astralnymphh · 4 months

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unrelated but please write more fluff 😭😭 i loooove your way of writing sm 🩷

okay, let me just think of something random I can make into a poem to lighten my blog a little. think i'll do artist!ellie. first drabble thats mostly just poetry woop woop? (you'll see this kind of stuff in any fluff/angst/fantasy au i write) cw: internal organs mentioned, kinda angsty? idk sorry i get DEEP. thats it.

There's an artist in the bungalow.

She's got a mane of fire and a heart of clay. She is everything but skin and bone— for she has borne houses of stars and planets alike. The cosmos is her, and she is the cosmos. In her kindled hand is a means to create, whether she a weeping willow or gone livid in the pursuit for her head. Anguish be her tale of past days over this bungalow, because when all hope was sunken without acquainting grace, you rose upon it on two feet in ache.

You've a body similar— wrists that rebuke gold and sprout isles of lichens interchanging of your fine sylphine hairs. Borne was you, arteries dropped like glue and fled this earth like wax into hot gas, rising and rising somewhere new— instead, branches lie dying with you, inside you, a part of you, giving life to the marrow that is pulsing you. Wood is rot, bark is flaying, you are falling, that is okay. For the cosmos are desolate and resplendent with corpses by the shedload too. She is you, and you are her.

That's why she reached out for you, gave a hand made for crafting— and crafted you her partner.

One day, she took you through her quaint, oaken bungalow. A finger she lifted, pointing out everything mundane and.. commonplace. She pointed at her casement brown—trim windows, calling them the 'eyes of our house', watching the eons age this house away. She then pointed to her hallways, and likened them the 'throats of our house', swallowing every being and spitting them out a whole new person. She would give a last point, towards her bedroom and deem it the, 'heart of our house', for it pumps with life and watches bodies lie there— aging, waning, ever becoming moribund with their lovers held dear, pulse to pulse.

And you question sweetly, "Why are you telling me this, Ellie?"

Why?

Why elucidate the likeness of a visual so natural and so unquestioned in the form of organs? You question, but you do not look. Ellie replies, smooth of her tongue, "Wouldn't be fun if I just said it was my house." completely skipping the main trigger for question— 'our, our.. ours' and no longer just, 'her, her.. hers'.

It is your house. It is her house. It is a bungalow.

No odds about it, be it a jerry—built swamp house, a boxy mansion cruelly boasting over a crag, or a cottage swarmed in pixies preordained to rot in the woods it relies life on; it is a being. It eats personage, lets them linger, and absorbs them at the end of their existence— just like the earth will when it dies. Houses are like us.

Roofs see the same night airglow we gaze at, splayed amongst the grass, you lay with her.

"There's the little dipper, and.. that's the big dipper." croaked Ellie, aiming that same pointer towards the realm above, the dotted fabric we call 'the sky'.

"How can you even tell so easily— is there something wrong with my eyes?" quipped you, pressing the flank of your fist into your cinched eyes, clearing them.

"D'ya need me to point them out again?" She rolls upon her side, rending grass stuck onto her back, "Cause I can point you all the constellations visible right—"

Silenced. You push up on elbows and toss a hand to cradle, bringing her face into yours for a word—gobbling kiss, letting the dying hum vibrate down your chest. Ellie talks too much.

"Nhhmm.."

Satisfied. Spit smacking apart, it draws a line from pink plump to your plump of lip, and severs when you depart enough.

Her lower lip rolls inward, sucking sweetly of the spit you laid upon her mouth, coughing, "Ahem— that.. so you don't want me to show?" Dumbass. "No."

"Ooh—kay," drawled Els', the shuffling of leather and lawn surfing through your senses just a moment as she adjusts, planting that charmed chin on your shoulder— smushed like a rotten apple, "No show." and smiled, bless her smile.

So you lay, let the lay of petrichor waft into your head, and sleep away. Sleep away the life, sleeping away with yours— and hers.

just a teensy bit rushed but hope this is suitable

#ellie williams #⤹𓍢ִ໋aestras asks #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams fluff #ellie williams drabble #ellie tlou #lesbian #sapphic #ellie x reader #ellie williams x fem!reader #ellie williams fic #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams fanfiction #ellie williams poetry #ellie williams tlou #ellie williams x fem reader #ellie williams x masc reader #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams x you

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inoreuct · 6 months

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a study of bruises, care, and potatoes.

Zoro’s boots scrape dully as he skids across the deck, bending his knees to drop his centre of gravity, shoulders sinking as he presses a slow breath through his teeth.

“Is that all you’ve got?”

He scoffs as Sanji’s stupid fancy shoes come into view, the steel-capped toes he got the cook for his birthday dripping with the same red that’s flowing from his split brow and blurring one half of his vision to shit. Squinting upwards into the light, he finds the midday sun crowning Sanji like a halo, lighting his hair up gold. Beautiful. “Fuck you.”

“Maybe, if you win,” Sanji laughs, easy as anything as he backs away.

Shusui and Kitetsu sing in his hands as he grounds his stance and spins them around, and he hasn’t unsheathed Wado. Yet. But with the way Sanji’s pushing him back— Zoro grits his teeth and allows a heel to crack across his jaw, letting the momentum turn his body sideways as he ducks low and rams his shoulder into Sanji’s ribs. The cook gasps, managing to drive a knee between them before Zoro shoves it out of the way, spitting out a curse as the swordsman hooks the flat of one sword behind his calf and yanks his leg out from under him, and they hit the ground hard.

Zoro’s laugh rides on his exhale, heartbeat pounding fiercely in his ears, one fist slamming into the ground above Sanji’s head when the cook wraps unfairly long legs around his middle and throws him upwards. It unbalances him just enough for him to go nose-to-plank, just enough for Sanji to flip them and yank Zoro’s wrists down to trap them under his thighs, and just like that—

“Caught you,” Sanji breathes, chest rising and falling rapidly, sweat-damp bangs sticking to his flushed cheek, and Zoro doesn’t fight the grin that bares his teeth.

“Looks like it,” he says evenly, feeling hardwood press against his skull as he stops resisting. “Come here.”

A blue eye narrows sharply. “Why?”

“Just come here.” His heart lurches when Sanji leans down, suspicious, hair falling over them both like a flaxen curtain. It’s getting long, Zoro notes. Long enough that he could braid it if Sanji wanted. He makes a mental note to bring it up to the cook, waits until a barely-trembling mouth grazes his—

And cranes his neck back to slam his forehead into Sanji’s nose.

The cook lurches away with an enraged cry, hands flying to his face as Zoro uses his wrists to lift Sanji by the knees and flip them over again. “You fucking bastard! That’s foul play, you piece of shit—”

Zoro just grins wider, heart pumping hard and body buzzing like a livewire. Sanji looks hot like this with iron dripping off his chin, pooling in his cupid’s bow, staining his mouth rose-rust-ruby even as he smears the heel of his palm over his lower lip, and Zoro isn’t afraid to admit it.

He watches. Watches Sanji’s eyes drag languidly from the blood on his hand to Zoro’s face, watches him tilt his head, lazy and unhurried, and suck the red off his teeth with that piercing gaze pinning him in place. He tightens his grip on Shusui’s hilt and digs his knuckles into Sanji’s shin as something tightens in his gut. “Never said we had to play fair.”

He watches Sanji’s smile sharpen into something downright predatory seconds before a foot is stomping sole-first into his chest, vicious and just off-centre, kicking the air right out of his damn lungs as he flies back. Fuck, that’s gonna bruise. The pain switches something in him into high gear and Wado’s out of her sheath, a familiar weight in his jaw even as he scrambles to get his bearings, and barely half a breath later Sanji’s on him like a fucking hurricane.

Another signature roundhouse kick lands on his temple and re-opens the split in his brow, and he would have eaten shit if not for the palm he slams to the deck, pivoting to pop up behind Sanji and swing two swords parallel into his middle. The cook dodges and slips away, driving his heel into Zoro’s hip, and Zoro backs up to give himself space to breathe.

The sun is blinding even when he isn’t looking up. His breath echoes in his ears, tight as he tries to slow it down, shirt stretching with the heave of his shoulders, pulse a war drum in his veins and his arms nearly trembling with adrenaline and there is blood on his face, in his mouth, sweet and metallic; he spits it in a red splatter onto the ground and sweat nearly steams off his skin.

Up ahead, Sanji leans back against the taffrail almost leisurely, looking far more composed than he probably feels. He rolls his head back, elbows over the railing as he bares his throat almost arrogantly, and the smug look he tilts to Zoro as he tosses his hair out of his face is a challenge in and of itself.

Zoro crosses the space between them in three great strides and swings.

He twists and drops low as Sanji slides beneath his sword, and the cook snarls as Wado grazes over his side just deep enough for it to sting. Sanji’s leg comes down over his head and he throws up a forearm, digs his heels in as he braces for the impact, shoving forward as soon as it connects. A knee jams into the same side as before and Zoro wheezes, core spasming, backing Sanji into the railing with a wide arc of his blade before the cook gets that glint in his eye—

And Zoro gets an inkling feeling that he’s just lost himself this fight.

Sanji spins to spring off the railing in a tight flip that brings his heel down directly between Zoro’s shoulder blades, and Zoro sacrifices his balance and Kitetsu in one last bid for victory. He reaches one hand over his head and grapples for a handful of fabric, yanking as hard as he can, biting down into Wado’s hilt as his knees slam into the planks.

Muffling his pained hiss into leather, Zoro manages to flip Shusui in his grip before his wrist is pinned beneath Sanji’s hip. Fuck. His free arm is grabbed and wrenched back, a sole pressed to his throat and forcing him into a kneeling backbend. Sanji slowly pulls harder and forces his upper body back as he thrashes, a subtle threat; it’s a futile effort, anyway. The cook’s out of Wado’s reach with the severity of the lean he’s in, neck tense, chin pushed up as cold, blunt steel digs into his jugular. Zoro’s arm strains in its socket, and as much as he is prideful— He knows when to admit he’s been bested.

“Yield,” he grits, chest heaving as Sanji puts more pressure on his trachea and his lower back strains with the weight of holding himself up. “I yield.”

“…For today.” Sanji slowly lets go, and Zoro groans as he slumps to the deck. “You’ll beat me tomorrow.”

He spits his sword to the side and unfolds his aching legs from under him, starfishes out, tries to catch his breath. The sky is a brilliant, cloudless, familiar shade of blue. Zoro finds himself smiling and throws an arm over his face to hide it. “Hope that doesn’t mean you’ll go easy on me.”

“When do I ever?” Sanji scoffs, tapping the back of his heel against the swordsman’s thigh for good measure as he gets up. “Come on, marimo. Before the sun turns you into a dried cactus.”

He’d been right about the bruising. Purple and yellow blooms vivid across the right side of his ribcage, a deceptively pretty splotch that still makes him bite down a groan when he presses into it with cloth-wrapped ice.

“Let me.” Sanji gently takes the bundle from him, nudging him back until Zoro gets the hint and hauls himself up to sit on the table with a grunt. He lets the cook prod at the edges of the bruise with a frown pulling at his swirly brows, carefully rolling the ice pack back over the area, and he grunts as his ribs shift. Wouldn’t be surprised if he’d strained a couple of intercostal muscles.

The urge to scrub a fist over the blood crusting in his eye is tempting but he resists, knowing that Sanji would probably scream at him if he did— However. His lashes really are starting to stick together.

Sanji notices, because of course he does. “Hold,” he mutters, pulling one of Zoro’s hands over the ice and stretching to wet a clean cloth by the sink. It’s blessedly cool as he sets it to Zoro’s skin, letting it soak for a few seconds before he starts scrubbing away at dried gore and clicks his tongue disapprovingly. “You’re all messed up.”

“And whose fault is that?” Zoro asks dryly. “You kick like a fucking donkey. And twice in one spot? Really?” He ducks his head with a laugh when Sanji moves to yank his earrings.

“You’re infuriating,” the cook scowls, at odds with the slow, meticulous way he rubs the cloth over Zoro’s lashline. “And you were distracted today. What’s going on?”

Zoro closes his other eyes and recalls a fierce grin, blood-slick, golden hair and steel toes and a flawless kick slamming into his jaw. “Dunno. Maybe I just love you.”

Sanji stills, and Zoro clocks his soft, quick inhale before he hears the cook shift and opens his eye. “…I’m still not used to that,” Sanji murmurs, more to the floor than anything else, and Zoro tilts his chin up with two fingers tucked beneath.

“I know.” He feels his own shoulders slouching, sinking as he curves toward Sanji like a planet in orbit. He’s tentative when he cups the cook’s jaw steady and lets go of the ice pack to bring his thumb to Sanji’s bloodied nose, but he twitches back when Sanji hisses. “Shit, sorry, curls. Is it broken?”

“Nah,” Sanji chuckles airily, relaxing into Zoro’s touch and letting his eyes slide shut with a sigh as the swordsman prods at his bridge. “Just tender.”

Zoro hums, unsatisfied. “Pass me another cloth.” He wraps the offered fabric around his index finger and wipes away the blood congealed on Sanji’s lip, turning the cook’s face this way and that to make sure he gets everything as lithe hands press the ice back to his torso.

His own face’s mostly clean now, but his brow still feels a little stiff when he raises it just to make Sanji laugh. No big deal, though; he expects he’ll scrub down before dinner and drag Sanji with him, because otherwise the cook would stay in the galley all night. Zoro loses his train of thought when blue, blue eyes flick up to his, and his breath catches in his chest.

“What?” Sanji murmurs, his jaw nestled in Zoro’s palm, gaze travelling over his face, and suddenly Zoro doesn’t know what to do with himself.

He’s not a man of words. He never has been, really, but he thinks he could try, for Sanji. The man standing between his knees is a prince, for fuck’s sake, in everything else if not in name. Sanji, with skin the colour of white sand under the sunset, eyes like pools of sapphire crystal, slender fingers and gold-spun hair and kindness in spades, given to everyone with a generous hand, even when life had tried to beat it out of him with a stick. He’s regal. Something out of one of those fairytales that Zoro had never believed in.

He’s regal, and sometimes Zoro worries that he’s too rough around the edges for them to fit.

And then Sanji cusses him out with a sharp tongue and kicks his head back on straight, and he remembers exactly who he’s dealing with. Who he’d fallen in love with.

Sanji makes a questioning noise but doesn’t shift back when Zoro pulls him closer, gently carding his hair out of the way to press a kiss to the space between his brows. The strands are soft between his fingers, sweet with the lingering scent of Sanji’s conditioner, and Zoro lets himself bury his nose in Sanji’s crown and just… breathe, for a second.

Arms slide around his waist, and Sanji’s weight leans into his chest. “Are you alright, chéri?”

“I— Yeah.” He shifts a palm to Sanji’s nape and squeezes, mainly to ground himself. “I’m good, cook.” Up this close, it would be difficult to miss the cook’s slight inhale as he draws back, and he frowns. “Your side.”

“S’fine,” Sanji dismisses, shaking his head with a soft smile.

“Lemme see.”

“Honestly, it’s just a scratch!”

“Let me see.” The cook huffs and rolls his eyes, stepping back to pull his shirt up over his side and Zoro hunches down, finding a clean corner of the cloth as he scrutinises the thin slice on Sanji’s skin. “Doesn’t look too bad,” he says, cleaning it up even as Sanji mutters an “I told you so” under his breath. It didn’t matter how bad it was. He wouldn’t take it any less seriously.

Sanji drops his hem back down and slips in close again to rest his cheek on Zoro’s shoulder, hands locking at the small of Zoro’s back, and Zoro smooths his palm over the soft cotton of Sanji’s dress shirt. It’s a texture he knows against his skin. He knows all of it; silky hair and a sharp jaw and a smart mouth, white teeth and strong hands and cotton shirts and wayward kicks to the shin and familiar weight against him as they fall asleep. “What’s for dinner?”

Sanji hums, nuzzling into the crook of Zoro’s neck before he pulls away, reluctant. “Potatoes au Gratin and spinach pesto linguine.” He moves over to the sink, pulling a huge bowl of washed spuds from somewhere, sliding it across the table as he tosses Zoro a paring knife and a pointed look. “Chop chop.”

The swordsman scoffs, leaning back on his hands. “Chop chop, he says. No please, no thank you, no nothing—”

“Oh, come on.”

“No appreciation!” he continues, grabbing a potato and sighing at it sadly. “Or financial compensation, mind you, this is unpaid labour—”

“Marimo,” Sanji begins, pinching his nose bridge but failing to hide his smile. “Darling. My heart. L’amour de ma vie. Will you please peel the damn potatoes, thank you.”

Zoro sniffs, but picks up the knife.

“You know, one day I’m gonna tell the whole crew what a drama queen you are,” Sanji says lightly, pulling a cabinet open to grab a box of pasta and grabbing a pot from the shelves below.

“They’ll never believe you.” Zoro shrugs, a what can you do sort of thing, and points the potato at the cook. “And this is still unpaid labour.”

“You’ll survive. It’s a labour of love.”

“Don’t recall ever saying I love peeling root vegetables.”

Sanji throws a teaspoon, and it bounces off Zoro’s forehead. “Not the potatoes, moron, me.”

Zoro can’t find a retort to that, so he shuts up and peels. It’s… good. He doesn’t recall ever smiling this much before everything. Before bloody scrapping and the gentle hands after and peeling vegetables in the easy quiet of the galley while Sanji watches the pasta boil. The cook pushes him, stretches his limits and helps him break down barriers that he would’ve been loathe to tackle alone. Helps him to dress wounds he can’t reach. Sanji holds him with a care that Zoro has never bothered with for himself, and it’s good.

He's listened to Sanji enough to know that these are baby potatoes, finicky to peel because of their thinner skin, and still terribly tender. Sweet. The one he's working on fits nicely in his palm as he guides the knife, angling the edge the way Sanji taught him. The skin spirals over his thumb as he works his way around and he crosses his ankles when he breathes out.

“Marimo.”

“Hm?”

Sanji’s facing away from him, but the cook turns his head just enough for Zoro to see the shrewd look in his eye. “Depending on your performance in helping with the rest of dinner prep, I may be amenable to discussion about… other kinds of compensation.”

Zoro pauses, blinks, and shakes his head with a chuckle. “You always speak real fancy when you want something, curls.”

“I didn’t say anything!” Sanji sing-songs, wiggling his shoulders as he stirs the pot. “No guarantees, mosshead. Peel!”

A laugh slips from Zoro’s throat, rich and real. Sanji’s steel-tipped shoes tap on the ground as he moves around the galley, comfortable in his element, and Zoro watches him with a fondness that warms his chest. Their cuts will heal. His bruises will fade from green to yellow before they disappear like they were never there, before Sanji paints new ones under his skin, and he’ll peel potatoes while Sanji boils pasta and they’ll curl into bed together knowing that they’ll wake up and do it all over again.

Zoro slips his knife beneath the last strip of peel and places his potato back into the bowl, pale and sweet and tender.

It’s good.

#look. i just need them to scrap nasty and get blood everywhere #and then clean each other up all disgustingly tender #i think i somehow managed to use potatoes as symbolism. i'm honestly not sure #zosan #zoro x sanji #zosan fanfic #roronoa zoro #black leg sanji #one piece #ino writes #one piece zosan #featuring the inherent homoeroticism of sparring with your boyfriend

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dotieeee · 3 months

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The Gamemaker's Apprentice

Level 6

Pairing: Dark!Young!Coriolanus Snow x You, named!Reader

Overall Warnings:

NON-CON, DUB-CON, Dark!Young!Coriolanus Snow, Snow himself should be a warning, lots of blackmailing, gaslighting, manipulation, obsession, possesiveness, eventual forced marriage, eventual loss of virginity, breeding kink, canon-compliant major character death, reader is named but has no physical descriptions in the fic so one might also consider her an OC but in 2nd POV, will have canon inconsistencies, and other stuff that may be added

Masterlist

Level 6 Warnings:

Some noncon touching and canoodling (no spoilers)

Replay Level 5

Ready? Level 6 Start:

A knock on the ornate door reverberates inside the empty lab, giving you a tiny jolt in your chair. This must be him, coming over to ‘collect you.’

Like the Grim Reaper who’s come take your soul.

Or maybe it isn’t him. After all, the door isn’t locked, and he’s used to visiting by now to know he can just come in after a knock or two. You get up to open the door, willing your hands to stop shaking so he doesn’t see that you’re fazed by his mere presence.

How are going to win this if you start crumbling like a stale cookie whenever he’s around?

You yank the door open, expecting the Devil himself disguised in slick platinum-blond hair and a finely tailored suit, but instead, you get a man in a hat and a courier’s uniform.

“Ms Prunella Innis?” He inquires.

“Yes?”

He hands you a clipboard for you to sign and picks up this enormous white box wrapped in a satin crimson bow lying by his feet. He also hands you the bouquet he’s cradling, then strides past you to deposit the box on the nearest table. Judging by the red roses in the bundle of blooms, you know who sent you everything without even asking.

Coriolanus Snow never does subtle.

You thank the courier as he exits the lab, tipping his hat in response as he does. Gingerly, you prod the box with a finger, thinking maybe anything could come flying out of the box and rip your face out. It doesn’t move, so maybe the thing inside is dead and he just sent it for the funsies. You brace yourself as you unravel the bow, eager to just get it over with. You lift the lid and a subtle waft of roses greets you.

You gasp when you discover that the contents of the box are nowhere near what you’d been expecting.

They’re actually much worse.

Inside the box are three smaller boxes, all wrapped in red satin ribbons, placed on top of what looks like fancy crepe paper. A card lies atop the tiniest of the boxes with handwriting you can recognise from a mile away.

To my Sugarplum,

Wear this tonight. A car will pick you up from the Corso III entrance at six. We will talk about your response to my request then,

Your Coryo

The box underneath the note reveals a heart-shaped ruby necklace with a fine white gold chain, similar to the chain of that plum-coloured diamond he gave you. In the confines of the second box lies a small black silk clutch, embellished in minuscule silver beads, and embroidered with fine-spun silver, making up a pattern resembling roses. The third box contains a pair of single-strap black satin high-heeled pumps. Underneath those boxes, covered in what you originally thought was just wrapping paper, is a floor-length slip dress made of silk in the loveliest shade of crimson. Based on the superb craftsmanship of the dress alone, you can tell that it isn’t something one can buy off-the-rack. Tailor-made by Coriolanus Snow’s choice of tailor shop, judging by the logo sticker sealing the crepe wrapping paper together.

There was one time these extravagant gifts would’ve sent you in a grateful, ecstatic mood.

That feels like forever ago, now.

At the moment, your gut just stirs in discomfort, looking at this luxurious mess.

Your trepidation only mounts as you watch the clock trudge slowly from day to night. By four, you get home and prepare for the inevitable. You try not to be surprised with the way the dress hugs your figure perfectly, because then that would mean he somehow got lucky with eyeballing your dress size, or that he got ahold of your measurements through questionable means. By five-thirty, the girl in your mirror is barely recognizable – a girl you’ve never seen before, put together on the outside and nearly falling apart at the seams on the inside.

It certainly doesn’t help that the near-nauseating scent of roses still emanates from the dress you’re wearing.

The reflection staring back at you seems to mock you, telling you this is your life now, all preened up at the behest of a stranger whose pastime is pushing other people under his thumbs. Oh well. You’ll get out of this invasive mask soon, you assure yourself.

The driver who’s expecting you right at your building’s entrance wordlessly opens the car door for you. An Avox, you recognise – a product of one of the Capitol’s many sophisticated ways of punishing dissent. Because sometimes death by hanging takes the rebels out of their misery too quickly, so one brilliant mind in the Capitol one day had this brilliant idea of cutting people’s tongues off and shunning them into the lowest wrung of society so they could live a life of servitude, not subjecting anyone else to their worthless, wayward opinions.

And of course, everyone else agreed with how fucking brilliant an idea it was.

Would you have preferred Sejanus be sentenced this way and still have him alive instead of dead? You banish the thought as quickly as it had come – too morbid, even by your standards. Besides, there was no way the Capitol could’ve shut him up, even without his tongue. He still would’ve fought tooth and nail for the change he wanted to see in the world.

Ten minutes to six and you’re already pulling up to the entrance of what looks like The Palisades Hotel, the grandest luxury five-star hotel in all of Panem. There are many other cars already milling at the entrance, with small crowds forming to presumably greet each other. The Chauffeur opens your car door, and immediately after stepping out of the rental car, you spot the very man responsible for you being here instead of at home, guzzling hot chocolate and stuffing your face with angel food cake.

Coriolanus Snow seems to be engaged in a lighthearted conversation with a group of older men in flashy tuxedos you only vaguely recognise by face, but his attention shifts the moment he sees you emerge from the car. You could see him mouth ‘see you inside’ to them as one of them shakes his hand vigorously. His piercing blue eyes scan your frame a few feet away, his lilting grin never vanishing from his face as he approaches you.

He seems to have lured you into some kind of party under false pretences.

He looks flawless, as he always does: his platinum-blond locks combed back, his sleek crimson tuxedo matching yours, and a signature white rose pinned to his lapel; no wonder he almost fooled you – that blinding charm he has always allowed him to hide something sinister underneath.

You could feel your pulse race with every step he takes in your direction. It takes you a fraction of a second to realise he’s holding out his hand, which you tentatively accept. He never breaks eye contact with you as he brushes his lips over the back of your hand.

You might’ve yanked your hand away a little too fast for his liking, for you see his eyes flash danger before shifting to his usual semblance of warmth.

He leans into your ear and whispers, “Sugarplum, you are a sight to behold.”

You put on the best realistic smile you can muster. “Thank you. And thank you for the dress and...everything else.”

You stay frozen to your spot as he tucks a lock of your hair behind your ear, his fingers briefly brushing against your cheek. “There. Perfect,” he says. “And there’s no need to thank me. I like spoiling my sugarplum with only the best.”

But despite the rather depressing outlook you had coming here, there’s a glimmer of hope you see as an idea strikes you. Maybe you can get out of this early, after all.

“Coryo, Uncle Cas agreed,” you tell him at once. And then make up an excuse and bolt. Anything to get out of here and away from him. “He’s willing to transfer my apprenticeship.”

Coriolanus beams in delight at the news, his eyes twinkling as he takes the initiative to wrap your arm around his. “I’m so happy to hear that, sugarplum. The highlight of my night. Let me take you inside; a lot of people are dying to see you.”

Before you can complain, however, he all but steers you inside the lobby and to the entrance of the Palisades’ grand hall.

“Where exactly are we going, Coryo?” you ask. He never said anything about other people, but maybe they could come in handy in case you need to duck and make a run for it.

He releases a short sigh, looking apologetic and slowing his pace. “I may have forgotten to tell you that we’d be attending Mr Plinth’s birthday party tonight. I’m sorry, sugarplum, I’ve been meaning to invite you in person, but I’ve been so busy lately it slipped my mind.”

Your hand makes its way to your mouth as you gasp. “But haven’t brought him a gift…”

He is quick to dismiss your concern as he waves to someone exiting the hall. “It’s okay. I wrote both our names on the card on my gift.”

“Why would you do that?” you ask, as the massive gold-painted doors open to a grand hall lined with marble and gold, revealing a crowd of people already chatting and enjoying the booze over a full orchestra playing at the corner of the stage. You could feel the blood drain from your face as a sea of curious, ogling eyes trails on you both entering the grand hall, but you power through and smile – there’s no escaping now, at this point.

“I’m simply taking responsibility,” Coriolanus responds in a teasing tone. “Would you rather have come here without a gift?”

You look up at him while you cling onto his arm for some support. He looks every bit at home with all the attention – so undeniably different from the eighteen-year-old Academy Coriolanus fidgeting with his collar all those years ago on the day of the Reaping.

You wonder inwardly if that’s the only thing in him that’s changed, while everything else that’s rotten in him had always been there, if not amplified.

“I guess not,” you acquiesce. “Thank you. Please let me know how I can pay you back.”

“Oh, don’t worry. I’ll think of something,” he says with a lopsided grin.

Coriolanus’s arm veers you to Mr and Ma Plinth, who are both entertaining guests. You give Mr Plinth your well-wishes for his birthday and get a motherly hug from Ma, who gushes over how ‘you look every bit like a princess.’

“My sons sure have excellent taste,” she tells Coriolanus with a wink, earning a hearty laugh from him before she pulls him into an affectionate embrace.

The dress. She’s referring to the dress for sure.

But just when you think you’re finally free to just face the farthest corner and disassociate, his arm wraps around your waist and leads you away to meet other people. People you’d rather not associate with.

The horror.

But as usual, you paint on the demurest of smiles, trying not to be fazed by the flashing of cameras in the hall. The party is apparently heavily covered by the media, so Coriolanus does his best to mesmerise everyone with his wit, his looks and his charisma, while you play the role of the dolled-up, docile arm décor, beaming and chiming in only when spoken to.

It’s nothing short of demeaning, but you’re here to play his game, and losing isn’t an option.

Coriolanus proudly introduces you to everyone you meet as his official gamemaker apprentice, much to their admiration. A lot of them, powerful, important heads in the Capitol and their children, some of whom you know by face at the University. Most of them, unfamiliar faces, but they feel the need to give you unsolicited advice – somewhere along the lines of being seen more among peers of the same societal status.

“How come we don’t see you out that often?”

“You’re so pretty, you should go out more and have fun!”

“Nellie, we usually hang out at this bar, it’s super exclusive, you should come with us sometime.”

The same thing, over and over, and you just go along, nodding or shaking your head and laughing whenever a joke is told, crack a few yourself, exchange toasts over minuscule sips of booze, and tell them through gritted teeth that you’ll see them around, only to be snatched away again by the waist by Coriolanus and be brought over to another clique. Your Uncle Cas would be laughing his ass off at you if he could see you right now.

The cycle goes on, and you find yourself getting better at it with practice. Just like a loop, repeating a set of code for x number of times, automating repetitive, boring tasks on a computer application.

The only problem with loop conditions: when poorly written, can lead to infinite loops, which can cause the application’s unresponsiveness.

You vaguely wonder how long this loop is conditioned to last.

A guy you’ve seen in one of your classes approaches you and strikes up a conversation, just when Coriolanus is looking away, his hand slack on your waist as he speaks with a Mr Rutherford.

“I read your paper on the application of artificial intelligence in automating retina-scanning and other security measures,” he says, adding for clarification when you flash him a questioning look, “It’s in the library, along with your other research papers. It’s so well put together.”

He holds out his hand as he introduces himself as Ovidius Browne, the youngest of three sons of business magnate Octavius Browne. The Brownes own a number of factories in District 6. You shake his outstretched hand. He reveals himself to be in his junior year in computer engineering, a career he decided to take to help improve their company’s factory conditions. He wonders if such levels of automation would be possible in basic manufacturing tasks like quality inspection and inventory scanning without taking jobs away or being too invasive to factory workers. It’s a terrific concept, you say, and you get so pumped with exchanging ideas that you forget to put up your facade and instead engage wholeheartedly, at least until a cold hand travels from the back of your neck down to your spine, settling on the small of your back and tracing circles with a finger.

“Browne, is it?” Coriolanus Snow’s baritone chips in.

You introduce them formally and they exchange a brief and polite handshake.

“I’d like to discuss more of that with you Ms Innis,” Ovidius says. “If we could perhaps exchange numbers – ”

“Of course, we’d love to chat, Mr Browne. I can give Nellie your office number and she’ll get in touch,” Coriolanus interrupts genially. His fingers are still drumming over your back as he continues, “Apologies, I have to take my apprentice away; there is someone I’d like her to meet.”

He grips your waist to pull you away without waiting for a response from either of you.

You shoot him a confused look. “Coryo, he was just – ”

“About to ask you to put in a good word on his behalf to your uncle? Yes, he was.” He says with an eyebrow raised in disapproval.

“But we were just talking about...tech stuff. Are you sure?”

The conversation you had with him didn’t seem like it’ll branch off into that territory.

He nods once. “A little bird may have chirped to me about a certain Browne sibling’s internship application getting rejected twice by the Dean of Computer Sciences. It’s like you said before, sugarplum: just another one of those sycophants complimenting you in exchange for something.”

How much inside information does he have stockpiled on other people? Maybe he keeps them stashed in his closet labelled ‘in case of emergency, break glass.’

Just when you thought you could talk to someone about something you’re genuinely interested in for once this night.

You’re recognised by a surprisingly pleasant, popular senior and it-girl from your college, Ursa Talbot – daughter of Labor Solicitor Ursinus Talbot – who ropes you in with her gaggle of girlfriends, chatting to you about the exclusive, invite-only social clubs she’s joined and offers to vouch for you.

Ursa’s fiancé, a fresh graduate now working for her father, joins in the conversation, rolling his eyes as the women around him start giggling and making suppressed squealing noises at someone behind you. Before you turn around to see who it is, you feel a gentle squeeze on the waist.

“Ladies, my apologies, but I’d have to take my apprentice away,” he declares with a wink, and they swoon and blush behind their hands. “I hope you enjoy the night. Nellie?”

“Yes?”

Like you’re programmed to do, you look at Coriolanus with a cheerful smile and let him haul you off.

He tells you something you don’t quite catch. With the music now reaching its climax and the chatter getting livelier, it becomes hard to hear anyone, so you have no choice but to lean closer to him to make out what he’s saying. He takes this further and tugs you close to his chest by the waist. The proximity makes you inadvertently place a hand on the lapel of his waistcoat, while he whispers to the side of your face close to your ear, “I said I’m going to introduce you to Dr Volumnia Gaul.”

You peer to your side, to where he’s eyeing, and true enough, Dr Gaul herself was there, wearing a purple and gold brocade dress cascading to the floor and leather gloves to match, her straggly, greying hair adding to her distinct look. She’s chatting away with an animated Strabo Plinth holding a dainty drink in one hand and a beetle-shaped clutch in the other.

Even in something as completely innocent and normal as a birthday party, she still stands out against the crowd as a formidable presence.

She’s what you think Coriolanus is trying to be, except for the speaking-in-riddles-and-rhymes part. Wouldn’t it be funny, a snide voice in your head says, if Coriolanus one day just starts saying ‘hippity-hoppity?’

The thought is enough is cheer you up a little bit.

Volumnia Gaul’s mismatched eyes roam over the two of you as you near her spot.

“Dr Gaul, it’s a pleasure to see you tonight. I’m glad you could join us,” he says with a tip of his head. “I know we mustn’t talk of work, but I’m sure you’ll be happy to know I have secured myself the apprentice of my dreams.”

“Mr Snow, what delightful news you bring me,” she drawls toothily. “Oh my, oh my. Prunella Innis!”

Her unnerving gaze lands on you, her gloved fingers lifting your chin as if to get a better look.

Just smile, dammit.

“The apple of young Snow’s eye. I was wondering when we’d get to meet. Finally putting a pretty face to your name is such a treat!” She releases a pleased, throaty chuckle.

You try to keep your voice as steady as you can. “Pleasure to be of your acquaintance, Dr Gaul.”

The grin she has from ear to ear does not extend to her eyes. “Clever little girl, this. I can see why...” she trails off, then flicks an odd, knowing stare at your friend. “Keep your eagle eye on this one, Mr Snow; you wouldn’t want her flying away with her teensy-weensy wings...”

Seeing as this friendly, albeit bizarre banter isn’t in your list of programmed interactions, you settle for the automated smile, careful not to let it falter.

“Of course, Dr Gaul. I’m not planning on letting her go anytime soon,” he responds just as playfully.

Thankfully, the exchange ends there, as you’re both called by party ushers to your table where the Plinth couple are sitting. Odd sitting at the table for what seems to be family and close friends only, but you keep your thoughts to yourself while the ceremony begins. The night goes on with well-wishing speeches from the Plinth senior’s closest friends and colleagues. Then, the dinner courses are served right after an honorary toast for the celebrant. Everything brought to the table by the servers looks expensive and sumptuous – all a grand display of opulence that is the seemingly infinite Plinth fortune.

And yet you find yourself only able to nibble at the food, having your appetite diminished by the stress of interacting with so many people in just less than two hours.

“You’ve barely eaten anything,” Coriolanus’s voice floats from beside you. His eyes are laced with worry as he asks, “Can I get you anything you’d like?”

Plus, having to deal with him dragging you from one place to another.

You shake your head once and assure him you’re fine. You partake of the food a little more when the dessert course comes around, much to his approval.

“I’d hate to see my sugarplum getting sick,” he says as he watches you eat a tiny forkful of birthday cake.

This you ignore in favour of savouring the cake’s decadent caramel frosting and rich custard filling, balanced with an airy lemon-and-orange-flower chiffon base. You figure if you can’t have fun tonight, the least you can do is enjoy the cake.

With the food out the way, more booze comes flowing, and it isn’t long before the orchestra plays a lively tune, and the dance floor gets filled with delighted, slightly inebriated guests waltzing and tapping to the beat, and while Strabo doesn’t join in, he and Ma both look thrilled to see everyone in high spirits, before they’re pulled separately into light chit-chat by their friends.

If Sejanus was here now, you’d both be sulking together in a corner of the grand hall sharing what would’ve been your third slice of cake, arguing over who gets the side with more frosting.

You take advantage of this moment to extricate yourself from everyone – mostly Coriolanus and his imposing presence – and excuse yourself to the powder room. Locking yourself inside a bathroom stall, you let out a drawn-out exhale of absolute relief.

Alone, finally.

You gaze wistfully at the bathroom window to your left. It’s too high for your reach, but you figure you could use one of the large potted plants as a booster and get as far away from this place as you possibly can, even if you had to go on foot.

Groaning to yourself, you stew in the fact that this freedom of yours from your deviously charming companion is short-lived. He’d soon be wondering where you’d gone, and he’d likely tear the place down just so he could find you. You doubt he’d appreciate it if he hears that you’ve locked yourself in a bathroom stall plotting your escape.

The dancing is on full blast as you step back into the grand hall. You make yourself as inconspicuous as you can, strategically darting between people to reach the open bar. You choose a bar stool that conceals you from everyone in the room and order a drink on impulse. The bartender is kind enough to humour your request for an alcohol-free concoction, which he serves with maraschino cherries on a toothpick.

“Rough night?” he asks as he wipes a glass, smiling sympathetically at you. With his greying hair and the lines on the corner of his eyes, he seems to be wearier than you are, probably from having to be at the beck and call of thirsty, snotty Capitol High Society all night.

“Very,” you sigh. “I hope it isn’t as rough as yours.”

“Are you kiddin’ me?” he shakes his head with a chortle. “I had a lady just a few clicks ago demand I make the same drink four times because she wanted a Cosmo without the cranberry juice and the lime. Coulda just ordered a shot of vodka and Cointreau, but what do I know...”

You let out a suppressed, dry laugh. “I’m sorry you to had deal with that. Thanks for the drink, it’s delicious.”

“Eh. It’s nothin',’” he shrugs. A server enters behind the bar and whispers something to him, and he promptly takes his apron off and exits, but not before bidding you a good night. He is replaced by someone younger and more stern-looking, who resumes the abandoned task of wiping the other glasses.

Just as you’re about to bite a cherry off the toothpick, a sudden waft of roses floats in your vicinity, followed by a cold hand on your lower back and an airy baritone whisper over your ear.

“I was afraid you had walked out on me.”

Coriolanus Snow’s lopsided grin is inches away from your face as he leans against the counter beside you, his eyes eventually landing on the drink you’re still halfway through finishing.

“Hmm. What would my sugarplum be drinking liquid courage for?”

You shake your head. “This is alcohol-free.”

“Good.” He straightens his posture to full height and, bending to a stiff, formal bow, he extends a hand and asks, “Prunella Innis, may I please have the honour of this dance?”

You hesitate, but knowing that every move you make is now under public scrutiny, saying no and leaving him out to dry isn’t an option.

He sweeps you away to the dance floor as soon as your fingers touch his.

With the orchestra blaring their lovely rendition of Strauss II’s Voices of Spring, you both begin swaying lightly as you place your palms on his shoulder while his hands encase both sides of your waist.

Coriolanus beams down on you as his cobalt eyes search your face.

“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice mixed with a tiny tinge of concern. “I really hope I haven’t overwhelmed you, I know you never liked these kinds of parties.”

Your lips thin to a wry smile. “It’s a change of scenery, alright,” you admit. “What about you? You look like you’re having the time of your life.”

His eyes twinkle as he lets out a throaty chuckle. “That’s only because I brought good company with me.”

“Really? I thought this was your whole scene.”

“Well, if you keep going with me to the next ones, it might just be.”

His air of mischief continues even as the music ends and you join in applauding the musicians. When he doesn’t make a move to cart you off the dance floor, that’s when you figure out he isn’t done dancing with you just yet.

The orchestra begins their rendition of the Snowstorm waltz, so you both exchange a curtsy, as is the norm. With his hand clasping yours and his other hand on your waist, you begin to dance, spinning and waltzing to the beat. You’re aware you shouldn’t be making a big deal out of something as trivial as a dance, but you’re still unable to meet his eyes, afraid of what you might find. You settle for staring at his tux collar and concentrating on your footwork.

Thank goodness those etiquette classes in your early teens are proving to be worth your uncle’s money.

Soon enough, your surroundings become a blur, and all you can see is him, beaming down at you as you dip, then pulling you flush to his chest so he can spin with you some more. His gaze is heavy, feverish, never leaving your face. You see a split-second flash of the entire hall, which throws you further into a daze, discovering that eyes are trained on you both and most of the dancers have vacated the floor to give you room. The heady smell of roses, courtesy of the one pinned to his lapel, blurs your sense of reality, and you beg, you pray, that you don’t hurl what little food you ate and make a fool out of yourself. He angles his head in time to another dip and he whispers to ear in a low voice.

“You’re so intoxicatingly beautiful.”

Then he pulls you close again, your foreheads almost touching as he drinks all of you in with those half-lidded blue eyes. A few more trots on the floor and the waltz ends, and you curtsy as he bows, trying not to show just how lightheaded you are and how shallow your breathing is despite the dance itself being undemanding. The animated applause that follows echoes in the hall, and you join in mechanically.

Guests come milling in pairs to fill the dance floor once more just as the next waltz plays. Coriolanus entwines his fingers with yours.

“Come with me,” he says vaguely, and you both manoeuvre your way through the dancers and ignore some of the whispering and the staring that follows you as you exit the grand hall through the several ceiling-to-ceiling doors made of glass panels. He leads you down to the marble staircase and into the hotel’s expansive inner gardens.

“I figured you needed the fresh air,” he says as soon as you both reach a wall beside a well-manicured hedge, away from leering eyes and all the gossiping.

Your posture sags against the stone wall, letting out an exhausted exhale. “Thank you,” you say.

He just watches you wordlessly, his hands behind his back, as you compose yourself. When your head clears, you become aware that you’ve strayed a tad too far from the grand hall and are a little too alone with him than you’d prefer. Eventually, you straighten, your decision to go back to the party already made.

But Coriolanus is on you the moment you do.

“I want to show you something,” he says.

He gives you no time to complain, and he all but drags you by the arm further into a dimmer section of the garden, where you can barely hear the music and the chatter from the grand hall. A few more steps and you reach a large stone greenhouse covered wall-to-wall in creeping wisteria. Surprisingly, it’s unlocked, so he easily pushes the opaque glass door open and ushers you in first, with him following closely behind.

“The roses are to your far right.”

You hear the door’s dull click as it closes.

You shouldn’t be here, you think. But you get to the edge of the greenhouse, anyway, where the nearly overwhelming odour of a mishmash of different types of roses invades your nostrils. Despite the very little light coming through the opaque glass panels of the enclosure, you see the flowers sprawled in between a narrow path leading to the back of the building. Just more stone and glass panels, no doors.

No exits. No escape.

Your heart leaps to your throat when you feel a warm breath tickle the back of your neck and a pair of arms snake around your form. Tensing up in an instant, your breath hitches when that warmth reaches your ear.

Coriolanus’s deep, hushed tone sends shivers down your spine.

“I’ve been dying to have you all to myself the moment you stepped out of that car.”

In the blink of an eye, he turns you around and captures your lips with his.

It takes a while for you to realise what he’s doing, so he takes advantage of your momentary unresponsiveness and slips his tongue inside your mouth. As he’s moving his tongue all over yours, your back hits a hard surface. He’s pinned you against the stone wall, his body hunched over as he presses himself on yours, giving you no space to slip through or to push him away. His hand wraps around the side of your head to change the angle, allowing him to deepen the kiss.

Coriolanus Snow is kissing you, passionately and possessively, and he kisses like he’s running out of breath and you’re his only source of air.

And all you could do in your state of denial, paralysis, and fear is to close your eyes and wish he was Sejanus instead.

When he shifts his angle, you tilt your head to the side so you can catch your breath. Perhaps he sees this as an act of defiance, for he cups both your cheeks with a growl, making you face him, and goes back to kissing you just as fiercely as before. This time, you instinctively keep your lips shut, but a light nip of his teeth leaves you gasping in surprise, enabling him to tangle both your tongues.

Your hands manage to wedge between your bodies, so you push him away with all the strength you have. As he reluctantly pulls away, he has the gall to look affronted, but you could’ve slapped him, too, or clawed his eyes out for putting you in such a vulnerable position; only reason prevents you from lashing out.

“I’m sorry, sugarplum. I’ve had quite the drink tonight,” he whispers breathlessly, resting his forehead on your temple.

Liar. You can barely smell anything alcohol-related on him; just the sickening scent of the flowers he’s partial to. This is all just a part of the game to him, to make you feel isolated and powerless against him. A play for power and control, and one he’s currently winning.

“We should go, Coryo.” You hate how close to begging your voice sounds. “Please, it’s a school day tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow is Saturday.”

Fuck.

Of all the excuses, that’s what you come up with?

He begins planting butterfly kisses on your temple and your cheek.

“Not for my uncle,” you scramble to correct yourself. “He often has Saturday classes and I sometimes help.”

“Skip it. You’re my apprentice now. Mine,” he says sternly. He seems to immediately amend his tone by asking, “I mean, doesn’t he have interns for that?”

Damn it.

“Yes, he does.”

You could feel him smirk against your cheek, seemingly counting this as a win. With you still effectively trapped in between the wall and his unrelenting embrace, he takes your chin with his forefinger and thumb to make you face him and latches his lips on yours.

His hand finds its way to your back, brushing against the groove of your spine. He then grips the back of your neck and turns your head to the side, allowing him to leave a trail of open-mouthed kisses on your jaw, before moving down to the column of your neck.

You cave in and beg as soon as you feel his tongue on your skin.

“Coryo, please...please stop...”

It comes out as a broken whimper, making you hate yourself even more. The dread you felt when you opened his gift, the way you had to put on a mask that you hate for people you don’t care for, the way you had to pretend to him that you don’t despise how he kept making you feel so exposed and defenceless the entire night – everything you’ve been bottling up since this morning seemed to come spilling into that plea, rendering you to feel even more helpless and alone. It takes every ounce of self-control in you not to burst into tears.

You’re not supposed to act this pathetically in front of him, but here you are.

His grip on you grows slack and he draws his head back to observe you, his jaw clenched in disapproval. You don’t care; you try to wriggle away from him, your bodies still too close for your liking. You still refuse to meet his eyes, because if you do, he might see right through your crumbling facade.

He sighs and takes a full step backwards, finally giving you space to breathe in relief.

He still finds the nerve to let out a restrained chuckle. “I’m sorry, I let my emotions get the better of me. You’re right; this is neither the time nor the place.”

Neither the time nor the place. Does that mean he’ll do it again? At this point, you can’t bring yourself to care.

“Can we go back? Please?”

He takes your hand in his with a nod. Stepping outside the greenhouse, you both stop in your tracks as you spot another couple nearby, seemingly trying to stay hidden in the bushes and in the middle of making out. It’s Ursa and her fiancé. They both pull away from each other and Ursa waves at you spiritedly while her partner looks away in embarrassment. She then drags him by the arm to the now-vacant greenhouse, both of them bursting into a giddy laughing fit.

Coriolanus just smirks at the sight. With him refusing to let your hand go, you continue your trek back to the grand hall, where the party is still in full swing, and the guests are still drinking and dancing the night away.

Your feet are sore, your lips are numb, and your soul is drained.

Yet you still put on a good final show until the party ends as if nothing happened. By eleven thirty, Mr and Ma Plinth instruct Coriolanus to call it a night and get some rest, but not before he escorts you home. Like the dutiful Plinth heir he is, he gladly obliges, and that’s how you wind up with the same car ride as he, the tension in the air so thick you could cut it through with a butter knife.

Coriolanus breaks the silence.

“I will have a car escort you from your home the Citadel starting Monday,” he says matter-of-factly. “As per Dr Gaul’s instructions, you will be excused from any summer class you’ve enrolled in.”

“But I took those classes for extra credit,” you protest mildly.

He encases your hand on your lap. “You will be granted full credits for all of them if we succeed. This is, after all, for the cause, not only of the Citadel nor of the Capitol, but of all of Panem.

“This Monday, sugarplum, is the dawn of a new era.”

You refuse point-blank to look at him or even acknowledge the comment, but judging by the excitement in his tone, despite everything he’s forced you to do this night, you already know he’s smiling and extremely pleased with himself.

After long agonising minutes, the car pulls up before the Corso III lobby entrance, so you bid him good night, which he returns with a swift peck on your cheek. You don’t even look back at the car once you get out; you run straight to the elevator, lock your apartment door and head to the safety of your bedroom.

Your first of two tasks as soon as you lock the door is to rid yourself of everything that reminds you of that accursed party – the dress, the shoes, the clutch, the necklace – and chuck them all into a corner where you hope you’d never see them again. You have a half-mind to shower to get rid of his smell on you, but you’re so tired to the bone you move on to the second and last task of the night:

Curl up in your blankets and cry your heart out.

Enter Level 7

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Please reblog and comment, it's always appreciated!!

Next Level will include a portion of the ball in Snowball's POV!! I wanted it to be here but then it'll get too long so...🫣 also reader is going to have to work this incoming Monday lol and more sympathetic I cannot be, esp with Snowball observing 😛

#dark!coriolanus snow #dark!coriolanus snow x reader #young!coriolanus snow #young!coriolanus snow x reader #named!reader #or #x OC2ndPOV #18+ only #dark!coriolanus snow fic #dark!coriolanus #dark!coriolanus fic #dark!fic

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crazy-ache · 1 month

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Hello😙 Im here to request 17

(Wouldn’t mind if it gets smutty) (tag me if you’re already writing it)

17...to distract

Get it off me.

The singular thought pounded with every beat of her heart, reverberating under the walls of her skin. Get it off me. Elain repeated the command in her mind over and over again, loud enough that it drowned out his unexpected words from her memory. “This was a mistake,” he had told her before winnowing away into the shadows, as he always did.

As she raced up the stairs of the river house, away from the humiliation she had endured down below on the Solstice night, all she could feel was Azriel’s damn rose necklace choking her neck. She pumped her legs faster and faster in hopes of outrunning the tears pricking at her eyes and the sob building up in her chest; she needed to get to her room before the emotions escaped her, before anyone else could find her.

Her chest heaved—a warning of the inevitable. A tidal wave was inside her with nowhere to crash. Elain’s hand clutched the final wooden bannister, her feet shakily meeting the landing. Her room was just to the right of the stairs. All she had to do was make one more turn.

Except he was there. As if he had been waiting.

The awareness of his presence was instantaneous. Her momentum halted and with a slow turn of her head to the left, she saw Lucien standing outside his door in the hallway, his red hair nearly molten by the window’s soft moonlight. Of course he was here, as he had spent the night after the Solstice celebrations. Even in the darkness, she could see the gold of his mechanical eye, the sharp line of his jaw. Lucien said nothing as he studied her, which told her the truth she should have known—he knew exactly what had occured with the Shadowsinger just a floor below.

She took in his unreadable expression that cautiously appraised her. But did he really know?

That it was his fault she needed to distract herself with the Shadowsinger in the first place? That his very presence demanded to feed the primal beast that laid dormant inside her core, only awoken by the call of her mate.

To be wanted, to be liked, to be kissed, even temporarily...it was just to satiate the desire.

And so his rejection had stung, a sharp slap to the face, still burning as she beheld her mate at the end of the hallway. Her mate. Undoubtedly the reason underscored in Azriel’s declaration of his so-called mistake. And now the reason she was left once again with nothing but that near damning wanting that threatened to eat her alive.

The thought alone released the waiting tidal wave inside her chest. Elain grasped at the necklace, her other hand attempting to cover the sob wrenched from her throat. And finally, those words echoing inside found her voice. “Get—it—off—me!” She gasped, desperate to find enough air to fill her lungs before another cry shook her body.

For whatever it was worth, Lucien abided her command. He reached her in three long strides, where he stood behind her, two strong hands taking her by the shoulders. “Breathe,” he whispered, his grip and words steadying her trembles. “Breathe, Elain.”

There was a resounding beat of a drum. Lucien’s heartbeat.

With a soft touch, he pushed her thick hair to the side, his warm hands grazing the nape of her neck as he undid the necklace clasp with careful precision. It was barely there, but his hands gave her the urge to confess everything to him—that Azriel’s hands hadn’t come close to the way he felt. That Azriel’s scarred touch was a salve to the burn that the mating bond left her. And Lucien’s touch was the flame itself.

The cold chain left her skin and she could finally breathe, a sharp gasp filling her chest. She felt Lucien turn her, forcing her feet to move, until she faced him directly. Their faces were only inches apart and it was perhaps the closest they had ever stood.

She wanted to find the same anger mirrored on his face. She wanted to witness his hurt and confusion and jealousy she had assumed he would harbor against her. But it wasn’t there. Only something softer and kinder laid behind his gaze in comfort.

"It will pass," Lucien whispered, his eyes finding hers. Kinder than she deserved. "You will be alright."

Something about his words unleashed her. Elain could not hold herself up anymore, could not repress what was building up inside her. She threw her arms around his neck in an embrace, the tears sliding from her shut eyes. He tensed momentarily before snaking his arms around her waist, firm but gentle.

Elain could not stop.

Without an ounce of control, she dragged her nose along the column of his neck, inhaling his scent deeply, her fingers digging into his back. She didn't know what she was doing but she needed to fill her lungs with him. The scent alone made her head feel like a drunken haze. The only thing she recognized in that moment was the nervous flutter of his heartbeat in the pulse of his neck.

At her realization of what she had just done, Elain shuddered.

"It's only natural," Lucien blurted out.

”There is nothing natural about this," Elain hissed, stepping angrily back, away from his warm body, her skin crying out at the loss. "There is nothing natural about wanting you when I do not know you. There is nothing natural about dreaming of you constantly,”

But Lucien did not mirror her. Did not back down. In fact, he stepped closer. "Then look me in the eyes and tell me the truth—does this feel wrong?” He ran his knuckles across her cheek, and where their flesh met sang for mercy.

He was right and she knew. Gods, did she know it.

"I can't do this anymore," Elain breathed, glancing between the necklace and her mate. Lucien's face splintered into a frown.

And she hated that look on his face so much, Elain could do nothing but surge forward, her lips finding his own. She wasn't ready for this but she needed the distraction, needed to feed the starving, longing, yearning burn coiling at her core. She couldn't keep fighting. Not tonight.

When they kissed, it was fire meeting fire. When he touched her, he could have burned the entire city down with his heat. And when Elain's tongue crashed into his, there was only one certainty—this wouldn't be the end.

@bettdraws so sorry there is no smut but I gave u angst

Kiss prompts.

#OOPS NO SMUT #IM SORRY #MAYBE I WILL POST A SECOND PART TOMORRW #I took this one too seriously lmaooooo #elucien #elucien fanfic #elain x lucien #ask game #kiss prompts

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dreamofjoys · 2 years

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Hi! If your requests are still open may I request wedding followed by a spicy honeymoon one shot with Yandere!Malleus. Maybe Y/N and Malleus becoming parents too 👉👈The Ghost Bride event made me sad there wasn’t Groom Malleus so that is where I got this from lol🤣

a/n: i love your idea omg T-T the reason why this took kinda long is cause i spent the past few days thinking about where malleus would bring us for honeymoon ..... i wished disney include malleus in more events :( / i hope the spice is spicy enough! i tried to make it long <3

scenario: yandere!malleus getting married to darling in valley of thorns and brings her to honeymoon on a beach~ he aims to pump darling full of his cum until she gets pregnant

characters involved: yandere!malleus draconia x fem reader

tw: i forgot how to describe clothes, imagine the honeymoon is at maldives, virginity loss, unprotected sex, oral (fem darling receiving), slight praising, possessive malleus, belly bulge kink, overstimulation, manhandling, pregnancy

getting married to one of the most powerful mage in the world is pressurizing. moreover, the mage is a descendent of a dark fae, blood of a royal family. eyes from all over the world are looking at the both of you, eager to see what kind of future you guys would bring under your ruling.

lots of royals who are from other countries that are on peaceful terms with briar valley were invited to the wedding.

the wedding was held in the ballroom of briar valley's castle. the venue was decorated with beautiful red roses, a red carpet has been laid down at the middle of the ballroom, for you and malleus to walk down the aisle. all of the esteemed guests sat down on their assigned seats, excited to finally witness the wedding that briar valley hasn't had in ages.

"now, let us all rise and welcome the groom, malleus draconia, crown prince of briar valley, and the bride, y/n l/n!" everyone rised onto their feet, staring at the doors with anticipation as it opened, revealing you and malleus. the orchestra started playing the wedding song while you hold onto malleus's arm, slowly walking down the aisle with him.

malleus was dressed in a black suit, paired with a luxurious gold brotch that shines brightly on his right chest. his black cape reaches his ankles, matched with a stunning white fur that circles around his shoulders. you wore a black gown that was decorated and lined with diamonds, a black translucent veil covers your face as you walked with malleus, fearing that you would fall down. but malleus placed his right hand on the arm that was linked to yours, assuring you that nothing will happen. you are safe with him.

"do you, malleus draconia, take y/n l/n lawfully as your wife?"

"yes, i do."

"do you, y/n l/n, take malleus draconia lawfully as your husband?"

"yes, i do"

"from this moment onwards, i pronounce the both of you as husband and wife, you may now kiss."

malleus lifts off your veil slowly, trying to take in your lovely features and have them memorised at the back of his head. in his eyes, you have always look beautiful. but today, you are gorgeous. one kiss is all it takes to tie the both of you together. you are his now, and he is never going to let you go.

"hmmm, this place is quite pretty." you told malleus while looking around. you were at one of the private beach resorts that was owned by malleus. deciding that a beach will be a nice honeymoon destination, you and malleus decided to come here to relax for a month before going back to the castle.

"not as pretty as you, dear." malleus hugs you from behind and nuzzles into your neck while you bask yourself into the scenery in front of you. the tides were mild today, wind blowing on you and birds flying in the sky. the resort was situated right on the sea, near the coast area. it will surely be relaxing to rest on a windy day near the beach, right?

unfortunately, malleus has other plans. once the both of you had settled down into your shared bedroom, he throws you onto the bed and started cuddling you.

"my dear lovely wife, i want you to give yourself to me." malleus trail kisses from your neck down to your shoulder blades. you furrowed your eyebrows, not understanding what he mean. "malleus, i am already married to you. am i not yours?"

"yes... you are my wife, i have your love and attention. but i want your body, that's the one thing that i still don't have. my lovely wife, are you going to deny your husband?" malleus looks at you and pouts as you sigh.

truth to be told, you had always knew that malleus had developed an unhealthy obsession towards you. he seems to always cling onto you, gets overprotective and possessive, gets jealous when other guys talk to you. despite how scary he is, he is always soft around you, only wanting your love and affections. perhaps thats the part the made you fall in love with him, wanting to be given the special treatment. you love him and he loves you, so who are you to deny his request?

"sure, we can do it now." malleus growls and pulls you closer, one of his hand lingers on your thigh while the other one holds you by your waist. "are you sure, y/n? tell me that you want it, because i will breed you so full that you won't be able to walk anymore."

"yes i am sure, malleus. i want this. let's make love to each other." with your given consent, his hand slides under your dress and travels up to your private region. to his delight, you were only wearing an underwear, making it easier for him to do the job. he pushes your panties aside and rub your clit, earning a moan from you.

parting your legs wider, malleus pushes his middle finger in, feeling your virgin walls sucking him. "fuck, you are tight." malleus breaths out, feeling excited that he finally gets to explore you. he inserted his ring finger in, and started finger fucking you at an insane speed. you groaned, body squirming under his hold as he holds you flush again his body, not allowing you to squirm away. "a-ah! so fast!" it was your first time having such an intimidate moment with anyone, you don't know how to feel about this pleasuring sensation that is coursing through your body.

"i know this is your first time. so whatever that i give you, just take it." malleus whispers into your ear as you moaned again, feeling a tight knot pooling down on your stomach. "mal-malleus, i think i-i am going to cum!" right after you said that, you started milking on his fingers, staining them white. he pulls out, bringing his stained fingers close to his mouth, side glancing at you before licking them.

you shivered under his gaze, feeling a little embarrassed. for a moment, you wonder if you tasted good.

malleus lays you down fully on the bed while he positioned himself between your legs. with a snap of his fingers, your clothes were gone, leaving the cold air to touch on your bare naked body. he placed both of your legs on either side of his shoulders, making sure to spread your legs wide open for him to see your cunt.

you squealed, hands reaching your chest to cover your breast and attempting to close your legs, but malleus's firm grip on your legs said otherwise. malleus frowned, unhappy that you are covering your naked self in front of him. "remove your hands from yourself, i want to see all of you." you gulped and complied to his wishes, knowing that it wouldn't do any good if malleus is angry. angry malleus is never a good thing.

he hummed in approval, before returning his gaze back to the feast that is displayed in front of him. your cunt was already drenched in your own fluids, providing a shine on it. malleus licks his lips, suddenly feeling hungry.

“don’t resist me, love.” with that, he dives into your cunt, licking your labia and clit. you shuddered at the new sensation, back arching as you let out a small gasp. malleus only smiles, before burrowing his face further into your cunt, sticking his tongue into your pussy. his tongue harshly thrusting in and out of you, feeling your velvety walls clamping down onto his tongue, pulling him further into you. you moaned in ecstasy, hands flying to grip onto his horns, pulling him closer.

“fu-fuck!” you gasped, unable to believe how good malleus is at eating you out. if you remember correctly, this was also malleus’s first time too right? but how is he so good at it? he is already lapping at your cunt like a hungry beast, eating you out dry and pulling orgasms out of you. he promptly inserts two fingers, wanting to further explore your insides, scissoring you and trying to hit on different spots that would pull an reaction out of it. “ma-malleus!” “yes love?” “a little too much- a-ah!”

malleus grunts, playing with your bud in circular motions, flicking it aggressively. and then, you cummed on his face, just like how he wanted. he lifts his head up and observes you, watching the rise and fall of your chest. you, who were lying in front of him, all vulnerable and naked. a thin layer of sweat covers your body as your pant heavily, plump lips slightly opened, your boobs bobbing a little as you try to catch some breath.

malleus’s face was drenched with your fluids, some of sliding down from his cheeks and dripping from his chin. he leans down to give you a passionate kiss, stroking your cheek affectionately. “what a good girl, you will take in more of me.” he praised you, giving you another kiss, before lifting your legs up onto his shoulders.

he unbuckled his pants and cast it aside, revealing his thick and long shaft. it was standing up straight, the head was slightly thick with a ring of pre-cum decorating on top of it. he gives himself a few pumps, ensuring that is hard and nice before aligning it to your entrance. he use his cock to gently rubbed on your folds, using your fluids as a lubricant for the insertion.

when he was done, he leans down again, one arm placed beside your head while the other holds onto his cock, positioning it firmly on your entrance. and whispers against your lips. “when i insert my cock inside you, you will finally and forever be mine, do you understand?"

"yes, im yours! forever and always will be." your confession send more blood running to malleus's throbbing cock as he slowly sinks his cock inside you. you took a deep breath upon feeling the intrusion of malleus's cock. god, he was so so big. how is your pussy going to accommodate him?

malleus looks down, witnessing his cock slowly disappearing inside you. your pussy feels so small, and yet it is calling out to his cock, eagerly sucking his cock deep into you. "fu-fuck, so tight." malleus breathes out, before abruptly thrusting his hips, forcing the rest of his cock to enter you. you screamed, feeling painful from the sudden thrust but malleus only hush you.

"this pussy is mine, mine." he starts to move his hips, sliding his cock in and out of you, making sure to hit your cervix with the tip of his cock. every time he thrust his cock back into you, he watch as your his cock touches on your belly area, causing a small prominent bulge on your belly. "can you feel me, y/n?" his palm pressed onto the bulge and you yelped, feeling overly sensitive.

"y-yes, mal-malleus! i-i can feel you!" you croaked out your words, trying to be presentable. but the truth is, you are far from that. mouth slightly agape with drools coming off from the side, your tongue was lolled to the side, half lidded eyes staring at the ceiling, only thinking about malleus and his big fat cock that is abusing your pussy. malleus was splitting you apart, and he knows it.

to know that his cock is the one making you feel this way, to know that he is the reason why you are so vulnerable and dumb, it makes him even more horny as he increased his pace, ruthlessly pounding onto you. if anything, your small fingers that were clawing at his back didn't help at all. it only boost his ego to know that you can do nothing but only to rely on him.

"ma-mal- i think- im-" how cute, you can barely form a sentence. feeling your walls suddenly increasing its speed and spamming around him, he knows that you are close. he rubs your clit to stimulate you even further, making sure that his balls would hit your ass every time he thrust into you.

"let's cum together, o-okay?" you didn't respond to him, not like he expected you to do so considering how fucked out you are. you could only moan and scream out his name, because all you can think about is malleus malleus malleus.

"say that you love me and that you are mine, y/n. say it, i wanna hear from you." malleus groans, feeling himself getting close. "i-i lo-love you, i-im yo-yours! forever" oh dear, your undying love had the both of you snapped as you cummed together. thick hot ropes of cum painting your walls, filling your womb up with malleus's seed as your cum milked onto malleus's cock, decorating him with you.

you didn't know how long the sex ended. you could remember malleus flipping you onto your stomach afterwards, continue pounding you and cumming inside your pussy. the night was definitely long. even as you slipped into darkness, malleus had no intention stopping. he cums until the sheets are stained with it, your cunt and ass being painted with his seeds. one thing for sure is that malleus never pulled out. he keeps his cock plunged into you, making sure that you are pump full of his seeds and that none of it escapes.

the honeymoon was fun while it lasted. though malleus would still fuck you every night, you still got to enjoy the sea breeze and try out different types of food.

when the both of you went back to briar valley, malleus was once again stucked with paper work while you just sit back and relax. when you asked malleus why do you not need to do any paper work, he only smiles and pat on your head. "the mother needs to rest and be healthy," was what he said.

sure enough, you woke up one day rushing to the toilet, vomiting out your stomach contents. malleus pulled your hair back with one hand, while the other rubs your back. the royal doctor was then summoned to check up on your health. when he broke the news of you being pregnant, everyone in briar valley was so happy that a ball was held to congratulate you on your pregnancy. you were kinda confused on how you got pregnant, but then you realised that you did have many rounds of unprotected sex with malleus. you were a little nervous, but happy that you are having a baby with the man you love.

and then theres malleus, who was over the moon when he heard about your pregnancy. he gave you a bone crushing hug; but not too tight that would hurt you, whispering how much he loves you and how he would protect you and the baby in your belly. though he was loving to you, he was also extremely overprotective and possessive. only female guards and maids are allowed to be near you. you are not allowed to do any work, but just sit back on the comfy chair that he specifically customised for you and bear the baby healthily.

the maids and guards would constantly eye at you, watching out for any harm that might hurt their queen and the future heir of briar valley. the one time you accidentally got a paper cut, malleus made sure to fire everyone for their "incompetency" and replaced them with someone who is more suited to care for you. you tried to tell him that it was okay, a paper cut doesn't mean anything. but malleus only frowns, kissing on your healed wound, promising you that you just have to leave everything to him. he will take care of you, so just sit back and be a mother to the child growing in your stomach.

when you finally gave birth, it was a small baby girl who inherited most of your looks, but with small horns poking on her head and green slitted eyes that she got from her father. malleus swears that he had never been so happy, and the fact that the baby looks just like you had fueled his possessiveness. be prepared, cause you won't be leaving your shared room for awhile.

#twisted wonderland malleus #twisted wonderland #imagines #malleus draconia #diasomnia #y/n #lilia vanrouge #silver #disney twst #twst malleus draconia #twst imagines #twst headcanons #twst wonderland #twst #dreamofjoystwst #malleus smut #yandere malleus #yandere malleus x reader #yandere smut

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siren-serenity · 1 year

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SUB! TREY CLOVER

"please...please! i've been good" "mhmm...ahhh!" "patience, my love"

characters: trey clover, gn!reader warnings: nsfw, dom/sub relationships, mc giving oral a/n: - feedback is appreciated!

Trey shivered, body bare and goosebumps raising across his naked skin. You caress his smooth face with cold hands, igniting a chill down his spine followed by a low groan escaping his lips; "Mhmm, urghhh." He buried his head in the crook of your collarbone; his veiny arm wrapped around your waist where you were straddling him. You continued to grind onto his erection, igniting another moan from his lips; "Please..." Trey panted, squeezing his eyes shut when he was oh-so-close to an orgasm but resisted a groan when you stoped.

You hummed before slowly getting off; Trey's arms quickly rose to tug you back down; " but his amber eyes widened adorably when you position yourself between his legs; "Open for me." Trey eagerly followed as you held his length in your hands, fingers slowly stroking it. He responds immediately, groaning and fisting locks of your hair in his trembling hands. You quickened your pace, pumping it as Trey's amber eyes roll back in pleasure. His mouth was wide open, drooling leaking slowly from his lips as he moaned.

"Quicker, quicker! Please, I'm so close-"

Trey's voice hitched as you pop! your mouth off his length before groaning and limping onto the chair.

"Please, please, I've been a good boy!"

He looked at you pleadingly with amber eyes that shined like spun gold. A red flush tainted the pure, pale, smooth face that made countless people fall for him, you included. You chuckled before straddling him again. Trey's eyes dilated as you grinded on his erection, playfully moaning as you continued. He shivered as you leaned in, pressing warm, wet butterfly kisses onto his body that felt too warm and too hot.

"Ngh~"

You lifted his chin, so Trey's begging, pleading amber eyes stared into your smirking ones. He looked utterly submissive, so weak and like a bird drifting in a strong win. Watching the vice dorm leader of a noble dorm like Heartslabyul now, with him begging for release...it gave you a power rush.

"Patience, my love. I want to drag this as long as possible so by the time you orgasm, you'll taste divine."

#twisted wonderland #dom reader #dom!reader #sub twisted wonderland #twst trey #trey clover #trey clover x reader #sub trey clover #sub trey

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keyaho · 2 months

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III. An Interlude To Love

summary: nashae and leati have dinner for valentine's day. rose divider by: firefly graphics

Nashae adjusted the collar of her strapless, off the shoulder, pink knee length dress. The slit up the right leg added an element of sex appeal while her minimal gold jewelry, lay flush against her oiled brown skin. She had done style her hair herself, settling on a half up-half down style with large barrel curls. It was cliche to wear pink on Valentine’s Day, but it was her first being spent with someone. She wanted to go all out if she could. However, Leati had other plans. Bouncing between hotels, she was surprised to see three dozen bouquets of red roses in her hotel room when she arrived. That was last night and he left a note of apology for not being able to pick her up from the airport again.

Tonight had her nervous. The whole time she was getting ready she had been on the phone with her sister, Trinity, and Bianca. Mercedes was busy, but she was being caught up in the group chat. None of them knew she was going out with Leati and she made sure not to give too many details about her date. She just wanted to make sure she looked good. So at the last minute, she switched to a red satin slip dress, the cleavage was a tad low, and her gold jewelry looked better. She swapped out her gold pumps for a pair of black strappy stilettos.

Nashae walked to her hotel windows and looked out at the city of Aspen, Colorado. There were tons of places they could have gone to have some privacy, but Leati had suggested the northern state and she agreed after some convincing. They wouldn’t be able to walk around, but it would be unexpected of them to be in the city, so stepping out for a private dinner would be easy. And because of the more prestigious parts of the city, they would take a walk together.

“Bitch, let me see how you look!”

Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard Trinity’s voice over the speakers. She had forgotten they were still on the line. Once she was back in the bathroom, she picked up her phone and flipped the camera around so her body was seen in the large mirror.

“Well I’ll be damn,’ Jey snorted. “You look aight, sis.”

“Why are you on the phone,’ Nashae scrunched up her face, ‘girls only!”

There was a collective shout for him to but out. He joked but ended his line. Left with Trinity and Takecia, Jey’s wife.

“The red looks so much better!”

Takecia agreed, but arched her brow slowly. “Girl, who are you going out with?”

Nashae bit her bottom lip on that question and turned her attention to her earrings.

“These hoops are good right?”

“No she didn’t.” Trinity hummed.

“Bitchhhhh…..”

“Manu is in town,’ she lied.

There was some old chemistry between the two after a few weeks together filming for a show. They were close friends after she filmed in New Zealand. They both bonded over their respective Polynesian heritages.

“On Valentines Day?”

Nashae shrugged. “I don’t have anything else to do and shouldn’t yall bet getting some?”

“Aht aht aht,’ Trinity laughed, “not to much on us okay. Seriously, you look good. Have fun.”

Nashae talked with them until she got into her car. As soon as she hung up the phone, it rang again. This time it was Leati, who she had been wanting to talk to all day.

“You found some time to call me,’ she teased.

“I wanted to come pick you up, but I like the anticipation when it comes to seeing you sometimes.”

There was a beat of silence before Leati softly laughed.

“I like when you get speechless.”

“I-I’m not, speechless,’ she smiled while speaking.

“I know I’ve been a bit busier, but I’m going to always make time for you when I can.”

“You’re a busy man who’s in high demand. I can mange.”

“It’s not something I want you to get used to. But we can talk about it later,’ he replies.

She hears shuffling on the end of the line and furrows her brows. The car eventually comes to a stop and the call ends. Before she could make a sound of protest, her door is opened. A hand extends for her and she takes it. A surprise sound slips from her lips as she’s pulled into Leati’s arms. His smile infections that she mirrors the expression.

“Hey, pretty girl.”

“Hey,’ she says breathlessly. Her nerves were in over drive.

With his arm around her waist, he used his other hand to tip her head back, the street lights bouncing off her lips and the shimmering gloss was too enticing to ignore. Leati dipped his head down and pressed his lips to her gently. He barely touched her and she let out a small whine of annoyance. He flicked her nose and took a huge step back to she could see her. The red made her look sexy, while the softness of her hair drew him in to her pouted lips. He tucked his hands into his pockets as he took her in.

“What?” Nashae looked down at herself. “Does it look bad?”

“I planned to keep my hands to myself tonight.”

Leati kissed her again and found himself lost in the taste of her lips.

“You look…perfect.”

Nashae felt her cheeks getting hot at his words. She was on cloud 9 and their date hand even started yet. Something about his presence made her feel..giddy.

“You clean up really well too.”

He wore all black, his signature color apparently, with a gray dinner jacket. He even had a little black pocket square.

“Just well?”

Nashae shrugged. “You haven’t actually kissed me so…”

Leati looked down and the woman before him. Her hip jutted out to the side and she folded her arms over her chest. It pushed up her cleavage and his eyes dropped right to the swell of her breast. He hasn't done much touching with her and his hands itched to feel her. The last time he dared to, she hopped up from the bed, a nervous and scrambling mess.

He had to take it slow.

“I did kiss you,’ he replied.

“No, that was….it wasn’t a real kiss.”

Leati kissed his teeth but he caved. “I’m sorry, c’mere…”

He reached for her and she gladly stepped into his arms. His lips found hers quickly, her bottom lip was sucked seductively into his mouth. A sound of surprise fell from her lips and he took that as the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth.

She whimpered and pushed at his chest to get some air.

“Happy Valentine's Day, pretty girl.”

The place they were having dinner was jam packed with couples celebrating the holiday. Leati told her where their private area was and had a hostess waiting to escort her. She passed by tables keeping her eyes ahead so as to not draw too much attention. There were a few murmurs, some camera flashes, but nothing she couldn’t handle alone. Her hostess was extremely sweet as well and when she asked nicely for a photo, Nashae couldn’t say no.

Their area was draped in black curtains that prevented anyone from seeing inside. As she stepped through her mouth fell open at the sight before her. The floor was covered in rose petals, there was a large bouquet of long stem red roses on the table, there were tea candles lit and a bottle of champagne chilling in a bucket on ice.

Leati came from the other side with another bouquet of roses in his hands and a fluffy brown teddy bear in the other.

“You went all out tonight,’ she sighed, taking it all in with appreciation.

“This is only the beginning,’ he replied, ‘I plan to wine and dine you as much as possible.”

He said it so matter-of-factually. As if she should already know what he planned to do.

“Careful,’ she walked over to him, ‘you’ll spoil me.”

“What’s wrong with that?”

“I’ll get used to it.” Nashae waved her hand, dismissing the thoughts she had.

Leati could see something was amiss with her. He tipped her head up with a finger beneath her chin. “What’s that about?”

“Nothing,’

“Don’t lie to me, baby,’ he replied softly.

“We can talk about it later, please,’ she added when he arched his brow.

He kissed her then nodded. She took the roses from them and brought them to her nose to smell. She was about to sit down when Leati came up behind her. He placed the bear on the table and held out a black velvet box with the other hand.

“What’s this?”

“Open it and see.” He pressed a kiss to her shoulder.

Handing him the roses, she grabbed the box from his hand. Opening the velvet case she just as quickly shut it closed, a giggle falling out of her lips.

“This is so silly,’ she looked over her shoulder at his grin.

Snapping the box back open and pulled the black leather bracelet woven to resemble the teuila flower. Her family home had a garden of them. The ends were dipped in gold and fit together like a regular bracelet for security and hold. She knew the exact collection it was from and the thought of him remembering so trivial about dating culture growing up in their culture. It was the Polynesian kids way of asking someone to be their girlfriend. Her brother’s wives all had them and her sister even had one. It was like wearing their Letterman jacket, but something more permanent.

She took it out of the box and handed it to him along with her right wrist.

“I need to get you one.”

Nashae gushed over the bracelet and Leati watched her in amusement. The genuine smile on her face was because of him and he had every intent to keep it on her face. Tonight was going to be about setting the boundaries of their relationship.

He hoped by the end of the night, the smile on her face was wider and brighter.

Once they were seated, their first course was brought out. Leati preset the menu so their would be minimal interruptions. Nashae looked down at the tray of raw oysters and shrimp. She was a huge sea food lover and this particular restaurant had some of the freshest seafood in the city. R&B slow jams played over the small speaker and she swayed a little in her chair while sipping from her champagne glass.

“What do you want from me,’ he asked abruptly. “I mean, this relationship, what are your thoughts?”

“We both grew up in a culture where I should be asking you that.”

Polynesian men were dominate by nature. They were leaders, taught to lead, and expected to. In every aspect they exuded leadership and to some it might come across as too controlling. As fiercely independent as she was, she wanted take a step back and just feel normal.

“In that case, tell me what you want and I’ll do it my way.”

The courses changed and she was served a plate of butter chicken over rice and a plate of naan was in front of them. The change in cuisine had her wondering if these were some of his favorites. The way he dove into his plate confirmed it. What did she want?

“Um, this year is about to get busy for me. I’m about to release new music, some videos, I have five shows planned, with full production teams and dancers and costumes. I want you to be a part of that journey, supporting me and making us a priority in your life like I plan to.” Before he could reply, she leaned back in her chair. “I want to feel normal in this relationship and I know the level of privacy might be too much to ask for.”

“The privacy isn’t going to be hard. What I want more specifically to know is, are you telling me you’re submissive?”

Goosebumps spread over her arms at his words and she inhaled and exhaled softly. He already knew the answer. He understood what could have led to her staying a virgin for so long.

“Because if you are, then you don’t have to worry about anything with me. Our levels of wealth are different, sure, but I know that doesn’t matter much to you. You appreciate when people do things for you genuinely. But I’m going to admit, I plan on spoiling you rotten. Our relationship is going to be hard because of our work, but any and every time I can spend time with you I plan on it.”

“I want our worlds to mesh,’ she replies, linking her fingers together then closing them in a fist. “We have mutual friends who understand my world, thats a huge blessing, and I think they would help us, especially when you’re on the road.”

“I want you to be comfortable more than anything.”

Another course was brought in and the shared slice of chocolate cake was drizzled in a bourbon smelling caramel. Writing in chocolate around the rim was ‘so…are you my girlfriend now’.

“Yes.”

She pointed to the plate and he laughed.

He picked up his glass and brought it his lips before speaking.

“Getting to know you, all of you, is going to be the highlight of my life.”

♫♫♫♫♫♫

Two weeks had passed since becoming official and though they considered themselves official back in January, it had more meaning now that they vocalized it. It was difficult with their drastically different work schedules, hiding their meet ups, and scheduling time to talk, but they managed to make it work. Once she was done with her studio time, she planned to fly to Florida where he was. Leati didn’t have much time off, but she would get to see him before his red eye flight to the next city. She had told him she could wait until Friday, but he was adamant about seeing her, as he always was. Who was she to deny him?

“You have that whole notebook,’ Gerrie said while watching Nashae fiddle with the sound board. “The songs are recorded, we need to pick tonight to get the dancers ready, the venue is selected, sound guys are ready.”

“I know, I just want this roll out to be perfect.”

“What are you thinking? I need something to send your dance captain so she can at least start practice.”

“Schoolin Life is definitely on the list. I want this to start out as a party, something to get everyone moving.”

Gerrie’s fingers flew across her phone, sending message after message to the awaiting team. Nashae knew after this week with Leati, she would be focused on the first leg of this year long project.

“Add, Run the World and Diva.”

“Woah, woah, woah, those two are easily singles!”

Nashae looked down at the pages of song titles, each of them all recorded and mastered by production, but never before have they been heard and she wanted to pull out all the stops for this. She planned on going ghost, no one knew, for a few years just to spend that time with her family.

“I know, but I want this project to tell a story. Oh! Slide Independent Woman in there as well.”

“We need a ballad or something,’ Gerrie says, ‘this is such a fast paced show.”

“A cover of I’m Every Woman,’ Nashae looked to Gerrie who was staring at her. “Acapella, me and a guitar?”

“We both know you just threw that in there, but we will keep it. One more.”

“No, I want this show super up beat and fun,’ she replies after flipping through her notebook. “Send that list over, get them started.”

“What is the next stage of songs, because they need to flow, Nashae.”

Nasahe wouldn’t admit she was distracted. Leati was texting her and she was….distracted.

“A distraction baby,’ she hums, and Gerrie knows what’s about to happen.

Turning to a blank page, Nashae scribbles down lines of lyrics, while her other hand turns on the sound board and mic. It’s not often she creates and produces from scratch alone, because she likes collaborating, but when the music hit her, she had to get it out then. Gerrie left her alone, taking the list of songs so the team could get started. The show was at the end of March and the music had to be out before then to get some play. However, the team knew Nasahe didn’t care about that. She made the music for her fans. They all knew her fans would wait for her. Curling up in the swivel chair, she pulls the infamous hoodie around her and zips it up.

“I’m writing,’ she sighs into the phone as she picks up Leati’s call.

“About me?”

She giggled on her end of the line. “I’ll let you hear it and you can tell me.”

♫♫♫♫♫♫

“Bitch! This is a banger!”

She called Mercedes and Bianca this time, sending them the song before her producer team could get their hands on it and clean it up.

“Is it?”

Bianca could be seen bouncing around her living room. She always put the face time calls on her phone.

“Release this shit,’ Mercedes added. “Like, yesterday. Has Trin heard it?”

“I sent it to her and Takecia, they are on a double date so I know I will get an ear full when they are done.”

Shutting down the sound board, she steps into the hallway leading towards her living area. She always worked out of her home, but she was ready to leave it for Leati’s. Her bag was already packed and since there was a large enough studio to rehearse in, she planned to fly her team out in two days to get started on rehearsals for her show.

“All praise aside,’ Bianca bounces back into the frame after forcing Montez to dance with her, ‘who is it about? We heard about that date with…Manu.”

She said that like she didn’t believe Nashae went on a date with Manu.

“Someone, that y'all will meet in a few days,’ she admits.

Her and Leati talked extensively the night of their date. As much as they needed to be private, they needed the help of their friends to do so. Keeping the secret from too many people would lead them to slipping up. She wanted her relationship with Leati to be just that, her relationship.

“Oh really? Because if this song is anything, it’s about a man.”

Coming out to their friends meant they could all hang out together and she didn’t have to act like Leati was a stranger. She didn’t have to pretend that he was a friend of a friend. She could kiss him when she wanted to, touch him, be on him.

“Yeah, we have a dinner planned, you all will get to meet him.”

Convincing Leati to have this dinner was the easy part. Even making sure everyone was invited was easy. Telling them should be easy, and she knew they would be supportive, but she was on edge. Leati was going to be by her side, yet, Nashae’s hands would get clammy and sweaty at the thought of telling anyone about them.

“Mmmh, anyway,’ Bianca mused. “When are you releasing this?”

“Tonight.”

True to her word, she planned to drop the song. However, she was waiting on one more opinion. At the airport, Nashae boarded her private plane just as his call came through again. She was always anticipating his number flashing across her screen.

“Hey Leati,’ she greets.

“Yes,’ he says.

“What?”

“I’ll be whatever distraction you want me to be.”

“You like the song?”

“Being able to hear my girls music before everyone else? Especially knowing it’s about me? Of course I like the song.”

“Perfect,’ she pulls out her laptop and opens twitter.

In a single tweet she drops a lyric video of Distraction and posts it to her millions of followers. She logs out, shuts down her computer, and returns her attention to Leati. She doesn’t hear it but on his end, his twitter notification goes off, right when he opens it, he sees her post.

“Were you waiting for me?” He asks.

“Yeah. If you didn’t like it I wouldn’t have posted it.”

It was a brand new song with a different sound. This whole era of music was going to be a new sound for her. It was going to be a reflection of her life.

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