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President Snow; part 2

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DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

summary: After lucy gray there was you.

warnings: unco/dubco, power imbalance, dark!Coriolanus, possessive!Corirlanus, Dark themes, mentions of death, punishments not fun-ishments, P in V, Spanking, face fucking, oversimulation, SA, breeding kink, unfaithfulness, she/her pronouns. reader is a homewrecker (sort of), unedited.

I would like to apologize to god for witting this.

Part 1 here

Part 3 here

You're were scrubbing the floor when your head mistress calls your name.

“President Snow is demanding his tea. He wants it brought up at once” she exclaims.

"its hardly seven. He takes his tea in the afternoon".

"never mind that, go you insolent girl, go" the headmistress sho's you away.

He quickly make his tea, burning yourself in the process before you stood knocking at his door.

You wait for him to say enter before you do.

He doesn't look at you as you mix his tea and place it in front of him.

"is that all President Snow?"

He doesn't answer but takes a sip of his tea. You take that as a no and turn to leave.

"Y/n" he calls, his gaze still on the paper in front of him while he hold out his hand.

You don't keep him waiting placing you hand in his palm. he flips it so the soft of your hand was showing and he examines it intensely.

He blindly reaches for his ruler in the draw, drawing it out and twirling it around his hand. You wanted to pull away from his touch but knew better. Instead you focus on your breathing. Trying your best to control the fear you felt.

You heard the ruler coming down before you felt it. Yet a gasp left your lips at the pain. You tug back in pure instinct but his tight hold disallowed any true movement.

It comes down again and you roll your fingers in, pressing on the stinging skin. The ruler comes down a third time across your fingers and you let out a shout.

he makes small taps against the top knuckles of your rolled fingers and demands you open your palm.

As you do another harsh strike stings across the base of your hand.

"Forgive me, President Snow" you cry.

'For?" he taunts laying the ruler flat upon the assaulted skin.

"Not receiving your permission to leave the room"

This time you do manage to tear your hand free as the strike landed. You cradled your injured hand against your chest and looked at him with wide eyes.

"what did i tell you about your place" he eyes the floor next to him.

You sink to your knee's and Coriolanus pacified with this throws his ruler on his desk and goes back to his work.

You sat there uncomfortably for hours. Only rising occasionally in the first half hour to make him more tea before sitting back upon your heels like a statue.

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Coriolanus sat at his desk with his head resting against his hand while he stares at his mahogany desk.

His work had long been done but he remained. What had he to go home to? an large quiet space for him to sleep. Home life was a façade. He only lived with his wife and children for the public eye. He was a family man to his people. A man who rules with a Irion fist to keep his and their family safe.

But when he returned home late at night, he returned a stranger. The children were kept quiet and hidden by their avox nannies, and Clemensia bored him with talks of social feuds and latest fashion.

Before you, it didn't bother him. A boy who had nothing became the man who had everything. He used to relish going home to a huge empty apartment, filled with the finest things just for him.

But now when he went home it felt like he only waited to return to you.

He images you now scurrying about the manor, trying to avoid him at all costs. He liked that in a way he was always on your mind like you were on his.

He hated to go home and give you the peace of mind.

He had thought about moving you to the home estate. Keeping you chained in his bedroom, waiting for him. You would come with him to the office on busy days lead by a collar around your pretty neck.

But no. He couldn't have you getting airs about yourself. You weren't chosen by him. You were simply his.

A slave. Only slightly higher than a Avox. It was important that you knew your place. Living here amongst those with the same standing would ensure that you knew that the small favors that Coriolanus granted were marvels and not something to be expected.

You plagued his mind but that were your power over him stopped.

He wondered if you thought of him now. If you hid in your bed waiting for the announcement that he had returned home for the day. Were you worried that he could call for you again, or did you give yourself a false sense of security that your duty to him was done for the day.

He looked at his watch. 7 o'clock. It was the maids turn for dinner.

Would you be sitting there unable to eat in worry? Should he interrupt you as a reminder that he is the one that truly feeds you. None of them would dare eat in his presence. He pondered going down to your eating quarters and wondering around.

You hadn't eaten the scraps he offered you during the day. Too good for them. Yes, he would teach you a lesson. You would sit there with the smell of food under your nose while he took a leisurely stroll around the room. Examining things that he had no interest in so he could watch your squirm in your seat. Perhaps he would knock over your bowl on the way out. You would come to him tomorrow morning starving. He bet he could get you to eat out of the palm of his hand.

With this thought in mind he takes long powerful strides across the vast space. Logically the servants quarters was the furthest from the precedential office that the articture could manage.

It was quiet. He didn't encounter another personas he strode across the wide rooms. The maids were last to eat for the night. Everyone else had fallen asleep from a hard days work. It was for the best. There was no one to warn you of his arrival.

He practically leaped down the stairs to you. Reaching the large oak doors, he halts just as the light creeks open from it.

He hears laughter. Laughter despite the dire circumstances they find themselves in.

He peers in and looks for you. He finds your easily, having know your height, and stature well.

You were smiling as you talked to your friend. You nudge her slightly as you laugh. He had never heard you laugh before. Never seen a smile grace your lips. And now here you were giving them out freely to people you owed nothing to. You owed everything to him and only offered him a slight nods and trembling touches.

He felt angry, jealous. He wasn't sure which. But the outcome was the same he wanted to tear into the room and grab you by your neck.

But he was a man of great restraint. A display of his brute strength would only bond you further to them. Instead, he would allow them to turn on each other, helped with food shortages and longer days.

People of their status should hold no laughter in their bones.

Do they think the Snow house was filled with laughter during their desperate times.

He closes the door, and leaves the estate to go home.

Only to pace the study in his own home, your smile burning his brain. he had taken all of his restrictive clothing off, leaving only his pants and loosely buttoned shirt.

You were talking so freely with those around you. You barely spoke in his presence. yes sir, no sir.

does he not offer you enough intellectual stimulation for discussion. Should you not field your questions through him and not those who went to school to lean how to shine shoes.

He dashed to his desk and pulled out a communicator to his head peacekeeper at the estate. He was to put a muzzle on you tonight. You were to sleep with it, wake with it and shower with it. Only he was to free you from it.

Only the beeping back saying it would be done could lull Coriolanus into a state that allowed him to sleep.

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He rushed to work the next day. He shooed away the avox who brought him his morning coffee, focusing on pulling on his clothes. His dressed simple in a blue dress shirt covered partially by a black vest and matching pants.

He made no greetings or goodbyes as he passed his family being served breakfast and they offered none back.

The first thing he does is call on you. Demanding that the headmistress send you up with his tea as soon as possible.

He then sits impatiently until he hears the knock on his door. He doesn't tell you to enter as he normally does but opens the door himself.

His dick hardens at the sight of you. Your tired eyes are trained on the tray but his are glued to the muzzle in-between your teeth. It was red and cylinder in shape pressed between your teeth with a mechanism that weighed the cylinder down. Effectively trapping your tongue to the base of your mouth. You had a choice of rolling you tongue uncomfortably to the back of your throat where the cylinder would stronghold it. Not allowing for you to push your tongue froward. But it looked like you had allowed it to take natural action.

"Have a good night, Petal?' he sneers as he takes the tray from you. He places it on the table you knocked over weeks ago, leaving it there as he turned back to you.

'Come here and i'll take it off"

You practically slammed the door shut in marching over. Partly because you knew he was going to make you turn around and to it regardless and partly because the whole ordeal was embarrassing to you and you couldn't bare the thought of yet another servant seeing you in such a state.

Coriolanus grips the key he received from the head peace keeper and your arm in the other. He pulls you flush against his chest despite it being easier if you faced away. You feel his breathe against your ear as he unlocks the pad lock.

As soon as you hear the click of the lock you step back as far as his hand leashing your arm would allow. The contraption falls to the floor, and the key drops with it. You rub your jaw, surprised it still had any movement.

He towers over you, his eyes unmistakably on your face.

"Smile" he demands. Your lips spread into a thin smile.

"With your teeth" he directs trying to get as close to the one he saw last night as he could get.

Your teeth poke unnaturally out, and your defince angers him.

He pulls you head back by your hair, his other hand grips your sore jaw harshly.

"how hard is it for you to do simple tasks"

He walks you backwards with his hold until you reach his desk. He pushes you on top of it. Sharp objects dig into your back. He feet were still on the ground while yours dangled between his legs. You could feel his strength as his body kept you in place. His suit fit him well but hid his muscular physique behind the fine cloth.

"smile like you did last night"

You were not usually in the habit of looking him in the eyes but the shock of his words had your stare directly into his.

You shakes you when you do nothing but stare.

"smile!" he repeats.

You try your best to a genuine smile across your face.

He slaps it off, and tears swell in your eyes.

"smile" he repeats and you display a happy demeaner.

he slaps you again, reinstating his wish.

You take it to mean keep smiling as no further direction was given. So you smile through his hits.

again and again he brings his hand down upon your cheek. No longer having to request a toothy grin.

After a particularly harsh slap you could no longer keep your tears at bay, and your smile could not shine through your wails.

'smile" he demands again but you could no longer pull it across your face.

"i can't, i can't" you beg.

Your chest heaves with heavy breathes and pushes against his.

He places both his hands beside you and pushes off the table. You lay there as he takes his seat to your left.

"what are those lips good for then?".

Contrasting with his earlier touch, he places his warm hand gently on the side of your face that was not assaulted.

You don't look at him but could feel his icy stare on you as his thumbs enters you mouth. swirling around your tongue. You thought about biting down but he would surely cut yours off in retaliation. Instead you do nothing but stare at the celling as he brings his thumb in and out of your mouth. he waits for you to dry most of your tears.

you knew what he wanted. what he always wanted. Knew that it was inevitable. you weren't stupid.

he takes his thumb out for the last time and tugs you towards him, off the desk. You comply and automatically sink to your knee's in front of him.

"Your place" he sneers, brushing his wet thumb across your cheek.

You don't move as he free's himself from his trousers. even if you made it to the door, which you doubt you could, what then?

He grips the back of your head and leads it to his cock. You gag and he pushes you further.

You still had a lot to learn but he would get you there.

You thought you would suffocate between his cock and your tears. He showed you no mercy. Your inexperience could offer him little pleasure, and he was in no mood to teach you. Instead using your warm mouth rather then letting you use it. He would take his time to teach you when he was feeling more patience, right now he needed release.

You struggle against him, trying to push back from his thigh's. he growls as he releases you, leaving you gasping for air on the floor and he sweep his arm across the desk clearing it.

Your breathing was deep but no longer swallowing air as before when he yanked you up and across his desk.

He man handles you until you were upside down on the desk, you neck just hanging off the edge in front of him. You could have been saying something, you weren't sure. Perhaps just yelling but your lips looked so inviting.

He yanks your hair down, keeping your lips in place as he shoves his cock as far as it would go. Gaining great leverage from your position.

His moves your head slightly to meet him as he rocks his hips down. You squirm and kick for a while before going completely still. All your focus going on controlling your breathing.

He groans and shudders feeling great pleasure at your misfortune. Daughter of a once great man brought down to be something for a returned son of a great man to keep his dick warm in. You were so beautiful. He had always thought so.

You were a few years his junior at the academy. He would see you in the halls and in the library. You would pay him no mind as you went about your business. But he would watch you every chance he got.

You were a hindrance to his good grades. He had a plinth prize to win and here you were sitting quietly doing you homework while he was trying to study. You used to image you under his desk while he trained to be the best. In the library he imaged you simply keeping it in your mouth while he read as a silent 'I am proud of you'. In the privacy of his war ruined room you would suck (his hand would tug) as he did his practice test. Your teeth would bite down gently for every wrong answer (his nails dug in). And now here you were. Him president of Panam, You competently at his whim.

He always knew you going to a prestigious academy was a waste of time and effort. He had just thought it would be because you would marry a wealthy man and never use your learnings. He never thought all those years that you were only slightly better off then him. That only a few years later as he took control of a country that had chewed him up and spat him out, he would be offered the opportunity to not only have you but own you.

You didn't recognize him of course. You detested the hunger games, refusing to acknowledge it even as you peers played the game. After that Highbottom had taken great pains to cover Coriolanus triumph of lucy grey. You were trapped in your own trouble, why would you care about a boy in a higher grade. Even if he carried the name Snow.

Now he was the only man you worried about and he took great pride in it.

He had waited a long time to have his cock in your mouth, and he wasn't about to let you ruin it for him. he had waited since he first brought you. Thinking that perhaps you would offer in exchange for embellished food rations or scented soap. But you never did, instead choosing to engage him in a game of cat and mouse.

With his cock now shoved down your throat, he felt foolish. It felt amazing and he had denied himself a slice of heaven for no reason. Neverminded you would make it up to him.

he moans as he comes, his fingers loosing all strength in your hair.

They regain it as you try and move. He keeps you in the same position with his limp cock pouring out down your throat.

You have no choice but to drink his cum. Only when he felt it all gone does he allow you to get up. He puts himself away, a job further reserved for you, while you gasp upright on his desk.

You sputter and cough with reded eyes and spit all around your mouth. You looked a mess and in his mercy he gets you a glass of water from a nearby table.

You eye him as he approaches. You make no move to take the cup from him knowing he wouldn't give it.

He pets your hair back from your face as he feeds you the water which you gulp down.

"tomorrow I'll teach you how to take it, but today we have work to do so pick up my desk and take your spot on the floor".

Coriolanus moves from your space to place the cup back to its station and then moves back to his chair. Watching you as slip off the desk, reorganizing the items on the floor. You cry silently as you take your seat upon the floor, the same spot in which you were assaulted just moments before.

Coriolanus doesn't look at you while he completes his work but the school boy in him cheers. Under his desk, on top of his desk, down by his feet. he could have you any way he liked.

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It was not long after that he grew tired of your mouth, no matter how skilled it was getting, and wanted to see how it would feel to be buried in your cunt. After your first night together, a memory he often replays in his head, you became more defiant.

Most nights he loved it. He preferred the fight to get you nestled between his legs. He had earnt everything that he had, why should you be any different.

He had gotten a doctor to examine you and place birth control in your arm, and you had attacked the poor man. Raking your nails across his face. Coriolanus caught you before you could attack again. His old peacekeeper days coming in handy in both his reflex and ability to subdue.

It seemed his allowance of your fight had strode the fire in you. Your behavior had reflected poorly on him in front of the doctor, and he had taken to cuffing your hands behind your back until you admitted you were wrong to attack the poor doctor. You ate dinner like a dog, occasionally Coriolanus would feed you bits of bread or meat from his own dinner, but most of yours went over the side of your plate or over your face.

Still you would not admit you were wrong. The Doctor had poked and prodded at you for hours. Treating you sub-human. Barking at you to sit still, stop complaining of the pain in your lower regions from presidents Snows roughness; he would get to that area when he would get to it.

he wouldn't allow you to go to the toilet until Coriolanus insisted that such a breck was necessary. But it came at the cost of your lunch break. He had finally satisficed himself of his examination of your upper body (perfectly healthy, and Coriolanus puffed out his chest in pride) before finally reaching the source of your pain.

"you can choose your lunch or i can take a look at what's causing all of your complaints"

You chose to lie down and spread your legs for him.

Coriolanus propped you up on two pillows and feed you fruit from a nearby bowl. Promising you cake once you returned home which you never got after the turn of events.

You wince as the doctor inserts something harshly into you, and Coriolanus kisses the top of your head. How cruel was the doctor that Coriolanus was seeming like the best man in the room.

He allows you to sit up and makes a backhanded comment to Coriolanus that you were a delicate women.

You showed him how delicate you were by launching at him in your hospital gown.

A good last use of hands, you decided.

that belief wavers as Coriolanus pounds into you from behind while you are pinned across his desk. unable to push yourself up to relieve some pressure or grip the ends of the desk.

"president snow wowed in that ensemble today. Didn't he look handsome everybody" the crowed cheers through the television. To be far, he did look quite handsome, even you thought so. His outfit highlighted his broad shoulders and tiny waist but allowed him to keep an air of masculinity about him.

"He's got to be the best dressed president we have ever had" Caesar exclaimed.

"He's the best full stop, son. Productivity from the districts is up, wealth is spreading around the capital. Restoring this great country to what it once was before the war".

With Lucky signing his praises on national TV, you could feel Coriolanus pick up the pace behind you. Edged on by the words in the way the having being handsome did not. You guessed he heard it all his life.

His hand on your binded wrists keeping you still tightened as he hips bucked into yours. You thew your head down on the table unable to see the tv clearly anymore due to the jolting of your body as he slams into you.

"President Snow, we salute you".

He came undone. Only bucking his hips weakly a few times as he finishes spilling into you.

As he pulls out he slaps your bare ass and sits down. Using your chain on your writs he pulls you off the desk.

He huffs and puffs gaining his breath back as he maneuvers one of your legs around his waist. He lines his cock up with your entrance and pulls on your hip into your seated in his lap and around his cock.

"Just sit there quietly Petal, while i get some work done".

You had no strength to hold your body up right away from him so you let yourself rest upon his shoulder. You bare chest against his.

As he moves to gather his work that was disputed when you laid across it, you could feel his cock move inside of you. You let out a frustrated moan when it tickles a spot you like.

He sh'ss you. A large, warm hand going to the Centre of your back to keep you pressed against him as he reached for a pencil.

He left the tv on and you're not sure if that was for your benefit or if he wanted to see if his good work would be talked about again. Either way it provided you with a source of entertainment often denied.

Some times he could give you a book as you sat upon bedding he provided by his feet. The back of what only be could be described as a dog bed was curved so you could rest your back. If he was really swamped with work he would get you to read and summarize documents for him.

But since your trip to the doctors you could sit and think about what you did.

The tv was a nice change from your own thoughts which were mostly hateful. Even if you couldn't see what they were doing from your position.

In the moments were he would need to stop and think about what he was doing, he would drag his hand softly up and down your back as he contemplated. It almost lulled you to sleep.

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Your hands were freed in order to help him dress for the Gala. Racks upon racks of clothing filled the offices. Lines of polished shoes

A take away blind in the corner was set up for him to undress behind. He wouldn't have bothered with it if it had just been you and him, but at least ten of the highest capital stylists buzzed around the room, with more coming and going.

His last outfit got someone fired. He reminded him of his peacekeeper days and one look in the mirror had him tearing it off.

"What do you think of this one?" he Stood in front of the tall standing mirror and

"very distinguished" One of the stylist remarked. She wore a pink wig that was nearly the size of her.

"I wasn't asking you" he snaps, eyeing you in the mirror, waiting for a response.

"Very nice" you comment.

He rips the jacket off his shoulders, "You have said that about the last four"

Coriolanus returns to the blind and whines like a child.

"very nice, very good! telling me you like them before you have even looked".

You did not need his anger upon you when he was already in a uptight mood. The next one you would take your time to examine. ohh and arr over him. You were ready for him to just pick one after being at this for hours.

He reemerges in thankfully something that wasn't going to be a hard sell. The suit was white and tailored to his measurements.

the vest buttoned with small black buttons to his left hand side rather than in the middle His wore a black high necked dressed shirt under it. He had deliberately left buttons undone for You to do.

A stylist hand you the matching jacket and you drape it over you arm as you approach him. You stand between him and the mirror and started with the buttons on his waist coat.

"Very nice, Very good" you joke but his frustrated stare doesn't soften under you.

'I like this one a lot" you admit. You go up to the buttons around his throat and he holds his head up high, "You look very presidential".

The stylist mutter in agreement and you can see Coriolanus physically relax now that he has chosen an outfit.

He help him slide the jacket on to get the full picture. Brushing his shoulders so the material sits right, you take a step back and watch as he fiddle with buttons and then his watch. Wondering if it went with the suit. You assured him it did.

He didn't look so scary when acting like a teenage boy going to his first prom.

The calm is ruined when a peacekeeper enters the room and hands him a small box.

"From Tigress Snow, sir".

Coriolanus is silent as he pulls a red rose out of the box. Its clipped and pinned ready to go upon his chest. He stares at it before ripping the glued pin from the stem and turning to face you. He places the rose behind your ear, bending to whisper in it.

"i shouldn't feel so anxious. You'll be there with me after all"

You knew that you had nothing to wear for such a event, and that you didn't need to.

Coriolanus had a wife and kids. He Couldn't parade you around a party while asking people to dig deep for this years hunger games. What he did in the shadows wasn't to be held against him. Many capital men favored the taste of young maids. But what he brought to light he had to own.

You knew that you would be hidden in one of his spare rooms in the house. What you would be doing while his family entertained guests escaped you. You just hopped that he didn't bring any visitors when he called upon you at the end of the night. And you hoped clemensia was none the wiser. Fucking her husband at work was one thing but fucking her husband in their matrimonial home was another.

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What he had planned was far worse then you could image. Peacekeepers had taken you from the estate and taken you through the back entrance into his home. Where a maid met them at the door and lead them to the function room that was set up beautifully.

Coriolanus was no where to be found and you wondered if the maid was right to lead you to a room just off side where the party was going to happen. But with two peacekeepers either side of you, you made no comment.

You realize it had been correct when she unlocked the door, showing a padded chair with restraints. The room wasn't very big, only fitting the chair a length away from the furthest wall, and two lengths away from a comfortable looking square chair and a small circular table.

You fight them as they strip you and secure you to the chair. But being twice your size and well fed, it barely hindered them. One of them gagged you so you couldn't make any noise, while the other double checked your restraints.

They left and the maid locked the room again. You wanted to cry but it seemed like wasted energy. The chair wasn't terribly uncomfortable, you knew that the worse was yet to come so you wanted to save your strength for whatever little you could do.

It was a while before the door was unlocked again. You had just started to hear music through the walls when Coriolanus entered ready for the party. He was quick to close the door and careful to block as much of the opening he could with his back.

You yell at him although its muffled.

"Petal. So glad you could make it"

He makes his way over to you, his eyes roaming along your body.

"pity you wont actually be in attendance".

he moves something from the corner, a stand with a head you could just see as he picks it up. positioning it between your leg, he then lowers the head directly pressed into your clint, and turns it on. It vibrated and rolled in a circle. causing you to jump from the sudden movement.

He spits into your cunt for lubricant and your almost grateful as the machines rolls over you pearl. It was only slow but the dryness burned.

"But I think between the two of us. You'll be the one having more fun".

he comes back up to you again, his eyes hovering over yours so you couldn't avoid him.

"Now you keep track how many times you cum for me"

He presses a quick kiss to your forehead and then left to enjoy the party as the devise rolls around and around. you buck your hips trying to take it off your sensitive clint but the straps over your hips and thigh deny any true relief.

round and round it whirls, the noise hidden behind loud music and louder convocation's.

Your first orgasm tears through you but the machine never stops, and it massagers you through it. Your hips buck up against it. the extra wetness takes away some of the pain.

you wish you could kill him.

your second one takes longer to come but hits twice as hard.

You hear the party outside but they don't hear you. You focus on the sounds produced and not the overstimulation. You listen to the footsteps, and the laughter. Even hearing the names of some of the guest.

Someone had just began to complain about the duck when your third organism spilled from your body.

By the fourth or fifth one your body ached. You were thirsty and sore, your jaw ached and your legs Shaked but the machine kept going.

You had lost count, never minding your instructions, by the time that the machine switched pace. It would vibrate like usual but be separated by a second's still. It was edging you to your next orgasm and you weren't sure if it was a mercy or a curse.

You prayed that there would be an explosion from a rebel bombing or a guest would knock a pipe in the bathroom and flood the floor. Anything to end this fucking party.

Round and round it went against your soft cunt.

The party did end of course and Coriolanus re-entered the room. No longer checking over his shoulder. The house must be empty of guests.

You were relived to find he came alone. Only a small white box in his hand. he doesn't share his toys.

he was in no rush to free you but stood watching you with a curious gaze. You beg him. Even if he couldn't unmudle the words, he knew you were.

He takes a handkerchief from his breast pocket and daps your perspiring forehead. With the handkerchief returned, he goes to the other end of you and gets a close up look at the machine rolling against your sex.

"do you think you could handle one more?" he asks and you shake your head furiously no.

He laughs at this going to take a seat. he rids himself of his box and jacket. Placing the former on the table and the latter on the floor.

'of course you can".

You farrow your eyes at him, and he stares back unbothered.

He takes out a small tablet from his jacket pocket and taps it a few times. You realize it controls the machine as the brief second pauses stops altogether and the rolling speeds up.

he seems pleased as he watches you pull against the restraints.

You could feel the next one coming as the knots begin forming in your belly. You yell once more, and Coriolanus kneads his cock through his pants at the sight of you.

You feel it pulse through you, causing your whole body to jump and squirm from the tension.

"there it is, the finale".

The tablet is pulled out again and he stops the machine. You whine from the pain as he pushes the machine back away from you.

It was over as he untied you. You were grateful.

He leaves your writs tied as he bends over to your face. He only used one hand to rid the gag from your mouth.

"Now can you tell me how many times you came?"

You didn't think it actually mattered so you guessed, "eleven"

"oh the machine says twenty-one".

was he getting notifications on his tablet while he mingled among the elite society? what did this mean for you now?

"too bad. I had cheese cake for you if you had gotten it right".

He pulls back out of your face and unlatches your wrists.

"you can suck my cock as a consolation prize".

he goes back to his chair and waits for you to ready yourself. All of your joints ached from being held down for so long. You felt ditzy from lack of food, and to top it off you had a dull ache between your legs that you were sure was going to be hell for you tomorrow.

But he had the power.

So you wombled off the chair. To your surprise he didn't rush you. He just sat patient for the first time in his life, eating your cake with a plastic fork in small bites.

You do eventually make it over to him. Your hands fiddle with the buttons and zipper of his pants. His hips shift slightly in anticipation.

If you did good, it was most likely that he would reward you. a plate of food, a warm bath. You would take anything.

You kiss along his member, small slow kisses from the top to the base. He continues to chew his cake, watching you.

You take only the tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the top. You tug his pants down further with the help of him lifting himself up so you could get his pants around his ankles.

You thank him by sliding your tongue along to his balls and popping one in your mouth. he makes a surprised sound as you suck on his balls. Normally you wanted the job done and tried your best to quicken the process but tonight you wanted to tease him in a manner similar to his.

He felt no need to instruct you like he normally did even if he could clearly see what you were trying to do. The student had finally become the master.

You stop sucking on his balls and retract to place a kiss on each of his hips. He grips you hair. In your mouth he wanted to say but you had stunned him. You felt great pride.

You do take him in your mouth. Too much teasing and he was prone to violence. But you take him slow working your way down and up at your own pace.

You felt him become restless beneath you and reach up to fondle his balls in you hand. It stilled him instantly.

You peer up at him and see his jaw his clenched and his eyes are shut. You suck a little harder and he throw his head back against the wall. he was holding in moans, you knew it. Too prideful to give you the satisfaction.

You take him out of your mouth again and return them to his balls.

"fuck, Petal" his body jolts.

His hold in you hair tightens again and you feel his gentle tug back.

Your hands go to his large thigh's now, holding him down in your weak hands.

You follow his direction back to his cock and take it all in. You bob you head like you were taught. moving up and down it at a vigorous pace.

It felt good to be in charge for once but it was all over when his seed poured into your mouth. You had gotten use to the taste of him. The salty flavor nothing new in your mouth.

You drank it down and then continued to suck which finally earned the moans he was holding back.

There it is. The finale. she thought bitterly.

But the show wasn't over yet. Coriolanus hated mess.

You licked the spilled cum clean from his cook, moving to clean the stickiness off his thigh's with your tongue next. He is receptive to it, letting you have free reign.

You give a final lick along his member before you pull back on your heals.

His breathe is heavy with pants as he collects himself.

"seeing as that was the best head of my life you can have the last bit of cake".

It was a way of regaining control over her. Remember the hand that feeds you.

He scraps the last bit of cake onto the fork and brings it down to your lips. You welcome the sweet taste to rinse your mouth out.

You collapse under the pressure of it all. Laying upon the cold floor as your eye lids flutter. You see flashes of him as he pulls his pants up and reaches down for you.

he carries you up a grand staircase into a bedroom and its adjacent bathroom. There was a prepared bath, steaming hot still.

He lowers you into it and the medical salts sting as they swarm your body. he keeps hold of your neck in case you go under and undresses himself with one hand.

He gently pushes you froward so he can slip behind you in the tub. You lay against his chest as he washes you. His strong fingers digging deep as he lathers shampoos into it.

He picks up a loofa dipping it in the water and pressing it against your skin. You feel yourself regaining strength enough to keep yourself from slipping into sleep.

He picks up your hand and begins to scrub the loofa under your finger tips.

"You should have heard them tonight. They all turned their backs to my family during the war, now they want to throw stories of my father in my face".

"You hate them" you ask. You wonder if that's why he was doing this. To get back on a former member of high society.

"yes" he answers, moving on the the other hand, "you must feel the same way amongst your current station. Above them"

You roll you head against his shoulder, "No. they're are my friend's"

you reply sleepily. Coriolanus makes no further attempts to talk.

You realized when you woke the next day the mistake you had made so it came as so surprise when Coriolanus broke the news that you would not be returning to the presentational estate but remaining here with him.

Coriolanus Snow had been hungry all his life. Hungry for power. Hungry for money, for control, for respect, for everything. But as he slips between your legs at night, and explores your body with his mouth, he feels his hunger subside.

#dark!coriolanus snow #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus snow #tom blyth #dead dove do not eat #hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes

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hispg · 5 months

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Between royalty and vows

Pairings: Prince! Leon x Fem! Reader

Summary: A forced marriage, a fate set in stone, nothing could change that.

In the world of royalty, there were no choices, only obligations to fulfill. What you didn't expect was to become engaged to a renowned prince, ready to succeed the lineage.

Until that moment, you still had some hope that everything would work out, maybe it wasn't so bad. But it would be a shame if your future husband had a mistress.

Wouldn't it?

Wc:2.9k

Warnings: slow burn, angst, hurt/ comfort, cheating, arranged marriage, eventual smut, one-sided love, affairs, (I'll put more once things start to progress).

Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 |

Chapter 3: Coldening

The orange leaves falling on your balcony, the cold autumn wind signaling the end of the season. You could already see that most of the trees had lost their leaves.

What's more, most people were no longer going out without any kind of warmth, the chill that seemed to warn of a harsh winter approaching.

But the weather outside wasn't the only thing that was getting cold.

As you walked through the castle corridors, you rubbed your hands together to keep warm on that cold afternoon. Even if you were covered.

At least if you had someone to warm you up, you wouldn't need much.

However, you couldn't help but notice Leon's presence at the end of the corridor.

He was just staring out of the window, arms crossed and a furrowed brow, as usual. At first you had no plans to approach him and try to strike up some kind of conversation, perhaps because you were still closed off and tending to your recent hurt.

In fact, things had become even more distant between you. Since the last incident, you only met for breakfast and dinner respectively, not even at lunchtime, since Leon avoided you like the plague.

As a result, you simply interpreted that he didn't want to have any kind of conversation with you, and even you got used to the distance that was forming. Perhaps it would be better this way, each in their own space, to avoid so many problems.

However, what you least expected was to hear his voice calling you, almost in a whisper, "Can I talk to you?"

For a moment you stopped in your tracks, looking down and thinking for a moment. You couldn't just say no, that would be rude, but was it time to talk to him?

You didn't have time to consider any of this, as just then you felt his warm hand being placed gently on your shoulder, as if he wanted you to notice his presence, maybe to get your attention if only for a minute.

"Excuse me, Prince, I was a little lost in my thoughts." You say softly, turning your face towards him.

The same sweet, gentle smile was there, even though it was fake, you were incredibly convincing.

"Did something happen?" He asks in a sincere whisper, looking at you with a calm expression.

And for a brief moment you let yourself believe that he cared, even if it was far from reality.

"No, nothing. Just nervous, the wedding is next week." You say, yet the wedding was the least of your worries.

He looks you up and down, narrowing his eyes as if he doesn't believe a word you say.

Not least because he knew why you'd been so upset recently, he was the reason all this was happening.

"I see. Would you mind accompanying me?" He says calmly, offering you his arm.

Which, by the way, you politely declined, putting both your hands down the front of your dress. You made it perfectly clear that you didn't want to be that close.

Maybe it was wrong, but you couldn't act as if nothing had happened.

So he got the message, even if he was a little disappointed. He started walking towards the courtyard, hoping that you would accompany him.

And so you did, not making much of a point of starting any kind of conversation or anything like that. You just kept quiet and followed him, willing to listen to whatever he had to say.

You noticed his gaze on you, an almost guilty look, if you didn't know him, you could have sworn there was a hint of regret in his gaze.

But you knew it was just another insignificant justification.

The only sound was the rustling breeze, the wind that cut through the air and made you shiver. Along with the sound of dry leaves crunching with every step you both took.

"You refused my flowers." He whispered, calm as ever, yet you could sense a certain bitterness in his words.

You sighed, almost imperceptibly. How could you willingly accept it like that? As if nothing had happened, it seemed too hypocritical.

They were certainly the most expensive and beautiful flowers he could find, you had no doubt about that.

Just as he spared no expense in giving you the most expensive jewelry, the shiny necklaces that adorned your neck.

He couldn't buy your affection as he thought he could, or your silence and understanding. There was no money or jewel in the world that could make you understand and accept this situation.

"I'm sorry for the discourtesy, but I thought the flowers didn't go well in my room." You say simply, not bothering to look him in the eye.

It was obviously a lie, but you weren't going to be that blunt. Maybe he had a good excuse, right?

Deep down you knew it was just a foolish thought, because the truth was clearer than day.

"I see, I'll consider your opinion the next time I go to pick flowers." He says, the tone unmistakable from the distance between the two of you.

You nod, not paying much attention to his actual words. You knew it was a silent apology, but you still didn't know if you could accept it so easily.

Not least because it was a mistake of his that would be repeated, and you feared it would never stop.

Noticing your silence, he sighed. It was hard to admit that he missed hearing you jabbering with him, but at the end of the day it was an expected reaction on your part.

"I actually invited you here for another reason," He begins calmly, taking a seat on one of the benches in the courtyard.

You silently repeat the gesture, looking him in the eye and waiting for him to continue.

He lets out a quiet sigh, gently placing his hand on yours. A gesture that surprised you, to say the least.

Since when did he do this kind of thing with you?

"I need to go on a quick business trip, it'll last a few days. I just wanted to let you know." He mutters quietly, and genuinely doesn't seem happy with what he's just said.

You look at him a little puzzled, even suspicious. Why such a sudden trip? Just a few days before the wedding.

As if he had read your thoughts, he ran his thumb over the back of your covered hand, as if to reassure you of something.

"Don't worry, I think I'll be here until the wedding." The way he talked about the marriage in such a nonchalant way was enough to make you tense up a little.

Couldn't he at least pretend? Could he perhaps be less rude?

"I hope you're here, Your Highness." You said it slowly, and incredibly quietly, in a way that was a contrast to what you were feeling.

He noticed the way you narrowed your eyes, or even when you removed his hand from yours. Resting both your hands on your lap.

Then Leon nodded, correcting his sentence, "I'll be here. I wouldn't miss it."

And frankly, that didn't calm your heart one bit. What if he didn't show up? What if he decided to run away and just leave?

These were questions that plagued your mind, especially over the last few days. You couldn't imagine the embarrassment of this situation if it became real.

You already knew the ground you were standing on, and you were being very cautious not to let all this sink your future marriage even further.

"How many days will you be away?" You ask as you look at the bush of flowers.

The flowers that reminded you of so many things. Too bad most of those memories were negative.

"Probably four days at most. I don't want to spend too long away." He answered your question, his gaze not leaving yours for a single second.

It was as if he wanted to say more than he could, maybe he even regretted something. Or it could be something from your hopeful mind that was praying that this situation would somehow be reversed.

"And also, I wanted to talk to you about something else." He begins, tucking a lock of your hair behind your ear.

"Tell me, something to do with the trip?" You ask quietly, turning to give the prince your attention.

"I don't like the idea of you being alone while I'm away. I understand that there are several servants in the castle, but I'd still prefer to remain attentive." His words were enough to make you frown, pursing your lips into a small pout.

"No need to worry, you know I'm in good hands here." And indeed that was it, it wasn't as if you were somewhere dangerous.

In fact, you found his sudden concern strange.

"Even so, a friend I trust will be spending a few days at the castle. Chris Redfield, I suppose you've heard of him." Leon says while still placing his hand against yours.

You nodded in response, remembering the much-talked-about Duke who had recently arrived at the castle.

You hadn't imagined that he was a close friend of Leon's or anything like that, so it was actually a surprise.

"I'd like to introduce him to you." Leon says as he stands up, expecting you to accompany him.

You did so without much reluctance, even eager to see the so-called Duke. The dark-haired man was there, at the main entrance, having a conversation with the King, they seemed quite close.

But their attention soon turned to you and Leon, the couple of the moment. And you pretended so well that the people around you believed it.

Leon's father patted him on the shoulder, while Chris looked you up and down.

He was handsome, tall, strong and shapely, undoubtedly very popular with the ladies.

"A pleasure to meet you, princess." Chris says, bowing and smiling at you.

"My pleasure." You say with a gentle, genuine smile, looking at the man in front of you with tenderness.

The brief moment was interrupted by a group of stewards who came to whisper to Leon about the journey, warning him that he would have to check the carriage, just to make sure it was up to his standards, and take care of a few other things that you didn't quite understand.

With that, the king left with Leon to sort out what had to be done, and he didn't even bother to say goodbye to you.

"If you don't mind, I can take you for a walk." Chris says with a cutting smile, making it almost impossible to say no.

And well, it wasn't as if you had much to do at the moment, so there was no reason to refuse.Not to mention that Chris saw how disconcerted you were.

"Of course, I'm flattered." You say with a sweet smile, walking slowly through the castle as he follows you.

You couldn't think of a nicer person to spend the afternoon with. The man had so much experience, you could talk about so many subjects with him, and yet he could dissect each one perfectly.

You even found common subjects, and before you knew it you had spent the whole afternoon together, in fact it was already evening.

If it were up to you, you'd be talking to him for hours on end, but you knew you had your own things to do, and so did he.

You couldn't complain about the company you'd have for the next few days, it would help you not to feel so alone.It was a real shame when you had to say goodbye, after all, it was time for you to go to your quarters.

"Thanks for the company." You said with a genuine smile, stopping in front of your bedroom door.

Chris smiled, bowing to you, "My pleasure."

You couldn't tell, but from his tone, he seemed to be someone so subdued and gentle. A perfect contrast to Leon's personality.

You keep smiling, preparing to say goodbye to him, "Good evening, Duke."

He then says gently, "Good evening, Princess."

You nod and turn to enter your room, smiling from ear to ear, happy to have had a calmer moment after the recent storms.

"Were you outside at that time?" It was the first thing you heard as soon as you closed the door.

It was enough to make you look around your room, and it didn't take long for you to frown slightly, trying your best to keep your composure.

"Yes, prince. I was with the Duke…" You said quietly, looking at him calmly, acting as if his tone hadn't affected you.

For a moment you could have sworn you saw a sneer forming at the corner of his lips, as he got up from your bed and walked over to you.

"Forgive the inconvenience, princess. However, I don't think it's appropriate for you to stay late in the courtyard…" He begins, looking you up and down as if he were analyzing you, making sure you were in one piece.

You nodded, you could even think and know where this conversation was going. And you'd give in, maybe he'd make some sense.

"I can't imagine why." You say, moving to your dresser, sitting down on the small stool to start removing your jewelry.

It was clear that you knew the reason, yet you wanted him to refresh your memory.

You heard his sigh, as well as his impatient expression as you looked in the mirror.

"You know, princess. It's not proper for a woman to be out and about after eight o'clock, even more so with a man who isn't her husband." Leon says, trying his best to maintain his usual calm and inexpressive appearance.

He was probably only doing it to keep up the appearance of the two of you, so as not to make the situation even worse. You knew it was nothing sentimental, far from jealousy.

He couldn't be jealous of someone he didn't like.

"I don't understand the problem." You said nonchalantly, removing the sparkling necklace that was illuminated by the serene light in the room.

"People will talk, princess." He retorts, putting his hands on his hips and looking at you.

From his point of view, he didn't mind if you had someone else in your life, it would even be better because he would be free. But there was a contract to fulfill, a farce to maintain. And he was mad if he chose to compromise it in such a way.

You just smiled, raising your eyebrows while still admiring yourself in the mirror, "People talk about so many things."

You knew you had been bold, and that you had even overstepped the mark. But the look on his face was priceless.

He knew what you were referring to, he knew perfectly well where your hint had been directed.

You watched his lips press together in irritation as he narrowed his eyes. He wasn't naive and understood the allusion in your words.

And that was all he needed to move closer to you, taking the opportunity to place his cold hand on your shoulder, as if to make you feel his presence, or even to remind you of why he was here.

"We shouldn't give way to unnecessary speculation." He says seriously, putting both hands on your shoulders, looking at you through the mirror.

You'd be lying if you said his touch didn't send shivers down your spine, making you let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding.

As well as the gasp you couldn't contain as soon as you felt his lips on your ear, his warm breath against your skin, unconsciously making you clutch the fabric of your dress tightly.

"We should avoid misunderstandings. You know…" He whispers, making a point of keeping his piercing blue eyes on you.

He knew the power he had over you, and wouldn't hesitate to use a little manipulation to keep you under control.

You turned your face towards him, getting so close that your lips were almost touching, the tip of his nose brushing lightly against yours.

If you looked closely, you could see that the distance in his gaze had gone, and deep down there was a new expression in those eyes that were so cold.

Sympathy? Inquisitiveness? Apprehension?

You couldn't say for sure, but it was something new. You risked saying that maybe, just maybe, he was seeing you differently.

It was a low blow on his part, but he had you at his mercy, and he was willing to use that to his advantage.

"Avoiding misunderstandings…" You murmured, not failing to look him in the eye for a second.

The closeness was enough to make you feel butterflies in your stomach, to make your breathing quicken without the slightest intention.

"Yes, dear." The nickname that rolled off his lips so naturally that you believed the tenderness in his voice.

He moved away from you with a calculated elegance, looking at your features through the mirror. He knew he had won this time.

You sighed discreetly, straightening your posture as you stared at him.

God, how could he have such an effect on you?

He knew you'd gotten the message, he knew he'd made it perfectly clear what he wanted. It didn't take long for him to realize that his words had already been absorbed by you, and he wasn't going to repeat them.

"I wish you a good night, Your Highness." He says with a brief, sideways smile, then leaves your room.

You stare at the closed door, feeling your heart flutter in such a way.

Did he really think of you like that?

Dear… That's what he called you.

Oh, heavens. How you'd beg just to hear him call you 'my dear'.

Just once more.

It couldn't hurt, could it?

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x y/n #leon kennedy x you #leon s kennedy #leon x reader #leon x y/n #leon x you #leon resident evil #leon kennedy smut #resident evil leon #re leon #leon scott kennedy x you #leon scott kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy smut #leon smut

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luxora · 6 months

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Twice -> {Hybrid AU} -> Helping you through your heat

Requested: No

Group: Twice

Genre: Smut.

Warnings: Nsfw.Some body insecurities. mentions of abusive pasts. Mention of first times.

A/N: So I have decided that hybrids will kind of be like the omegaverse where hybrids do go through heats just as animals do if they are not fixed/neutered.

Nayeon

Your grip on Nayeon’s shirt was tight, so tight that Nayeon would not surprised to find a tear at the end of it, but that was not the most important thing to consider now. You were the center of attention at the moment, and your comfort was more important than some material of a shirt which she can easily replace. Nayeon pressed a tender kiss to your sweaty forehead, tucking away some sweaty strands away from your face before pressing a kiss to the middle of your eyebrows.

“Shhh, shhh Y/N, everything will be alright.” She whispered against your skin, her words only making you whine as you released her shirt to instead claw at her shoulder, fortunately it being covered so that your nails didn’t dig into her too much.

Nayeon was aware that a hybrid’s heat was intense, but nothing could quite prepare her for the intense need of release you begged for, needing Nayeon to tend to you as it was only your mistress’s touch that could soothe the scathing heat of your body. Nayeon had you laying down on her bed, your body bare with a perspiration layer on your skin, making her taste a subtle saltiness whenever she pressed kisses to your body.

“Nayeon...” You whined, your eyes squeezed shut as you arched your body off the mattress, pressing it against her equally naked one, which immediately made you whine even more at the feeling of her naked body.

Nayeon pressed a kiss to your neck, your head immediately arching to the side to give her more space to kiss, which she took advantage of. While she tenderly kissed your neck, the one hand which was resting on your shoulder glided down until she was cupping your breast, giving it a firm squeeze which made your whine pitch in a higher tone.

“Please!” You all but begged, needing more than just the touches on your chest which Nayeon was giving you, which made Nayeon squeeze your nipple with her thumb and index finger in small retribution for trying to hurry her up, but she also understood where it was coming from.

Hybrids are known to becoming delusional with need when they were in their heats, and since you had no other hybrid to sooth your heat with, it was Nayeon’s responsibility as your owner to help you in it, not that it was much of a problem as hybrids were more than just pets to humans after all.

Nayeon moved her head down until she was at your collarbone, and she gave you a slight nip while her hand released your breast and instead glided down along your toned stomach until she was inches away from your core. She lifted her head to look at you, your half-lidded eyes always staring at her before she locked eyes with your desire inflamed ones.

“It will be okay Angel.” She said before she finally cupped you, your reaction instantaneous as you sucked in a harsh breath and then immediately arched your hips to press yourself harder against her hand.

You were already so wet, though it was not surprising. Nayeon experimentally rubbed you, coating her hands in your arousal while she kept her gaze on you, watching in slight fascination as you instantaneous reaction to her touches. Although her rubbing you did not seem to be enough to sate your fiery need, as you started rocking your hips clumsily for more friction, which Nayeon pursed her lips disapprovingly at before she stilled her hands, making you yowl in disdain.

“Nayeon!”

“Shush.” She quieted you, fixing you with a firm look before she moved her fingers until they were aligned with your core, her fingers more than prepared enough by your arousal to provide you release. “Stop trying to rush me.”

While she was half tempted to leave you hanging for a few moments longer, she simply did not have the heart to do it, especially since you looked so close to tears in need. She slipped two of her fingers into you easily, her eyes widening slightly when you arched your body in relief, a long-guttural moan leaving your lip as you squeezed your eyes shut. Deciding not to wait too long, she began to set a steady rhythm, moving in and out of you with ease thanks to your slick, which was received with pleasured yowls and moans from you.

“Nayeon...Nayeon...Nayeon...m-mistress...”

A spark of electricity shot through Nayeon’s body when you called her mistress, a certain fire of her own forming in her belly as you began to chant the name over and over, her name being replaced by the new title you hardly ever called her. Prompted to provide you with more stimulation, Nayeon leaned down and took a breast in her mouth, sucking at it which immediately made you wrap your arms around her head to keep her close as she continued to thrust into you with her fingers.

“Mistress! Mistress!”

Your rocking movements were beginning to get clumsy, and your claws began to unintentionally dig into Nayeon’s scalp, making her wince in pain as she tried to pull her head away to escape your claws, but to no avail. You didn’t want her to move. So Nayeon ended up biting your breast hard enough to make you yelp in pain in offer for you to release her head, but Nayeon immediately moved her other hand which was being used to keep herself propped up to tender to your abused breast, rubbing the spot tenderly as she sped up her thrusts.

Your climax was an eruption of pleasure, your body clenching down hard on Nayeon’s fingers as your body tensed up in its release, Nayeon slowly moving her fingers to help you ride it out. Nayeon waited until your body had finally stopped shaking before removing her fingers form you, the sudden emptiness making you whine in despair as you were still so sensitive and needy despite having been giving a round of please. Nayeon moved so that she could press a kiss to your lips, one filled with tenderness and care before she moved her hand to grip your hip, squeezing it gently.

“Don’t worry Angel, we aren’t done yet. I will take care of you very well.”

And Nayeon intended to do that, albeit she will allow you a few minutes of recovery before she will start up again. After all, this is her first time having to deal with a hybrid’s heat, she was going to draw out this first time as much as she could in order to make sure the experience sated both you and her physically and emotionally.

The first time was the most important between an owner and their hybrid after all.

Jeongyeon

Jeongyeon was taken aback when you had suddenly jumped on her during one morning, panting and clawing at her clothes in abrupt need that Jeongyeon nearly doused you with her sink tap to get you to release her. She has not had you very long and was still getting used to the fact that she was an owner of a hybrid and not just a hybrid sitter for her other friends. Her heart simply had gone out to you at that hybrid clinic where you were nearly wiped off the face of the earth, and so she adopted you, but she was still very vastly under-prepared for the responsibility that came with owning one.

Hence why she was kinda panicked during your first heat with her.

The thought never really crossed her mind, but then again she was naive to think that you were sterilized due to you living on the streets your whole life, being the cub of an illegal hybrid breeding facility who managed to run away from the prospect of being a replacement of your mother. You certainly lived a better life on the street but it did not mean that you were used to kindness, and only recently had you been opening up to Jeongyeon, but you suddenly pouncing on her in the kitchen completely took Jeongyeon off guard.

You were so needy, so clingy, your face had a layer of perspiration which shined in the natural light while you stared at Jeongyeon with flushed cheeks and a panting mouth, small whines leaving your lips while you squirmed on your knees before her on the kitchen floor.

“M-Master.” You whined, your thankfully cut claws dragging down to her pajama shorts and beginning to tug them off, much to her shock. “N-Need you master.”

Jeongyeon literally had to bat your paws off her and sprint away into her bedroom with a locked door to try get some sort of space from you, you practically on her heels and whining at the door as you failed to open it. Your desperate wails sent Jeongyeon into a mild panic, her hands quickly searching for her phone to dial her friend’s number, she being the only one to explain to her what was happening to you.

...

“I-I’m supposed to do what?” Jeogyeon asked with flushed cheeks, anxiously picking at her finger cuticles throughout the conversation with her friend.

“Help them through it.”

“H-How...” Jeongyeon started, only to flush even deeper at her friend’s following words.

“Jeongyeon, you and I both know that you are not that naive. Just focus on their needs first, they are in a delicate state and for them to come approach you to help them, clearly they trust you enough to take care of them in all ways. Its quite a delightful experience, I assure you.”

Jeongyeon hanged up the phone with a bright red face, and she couldn’t help but contemplate her next actions for a few moments before nervously glancing at the door, your wails and whines have quietened down but she could still hear your pants the other side, along with a few groans. She knew that she could not stay in her room forever and from what her friend told her, your heat would go on for at least a week, and she knew that as your owner, she was responsible to care for you in all ways necesarry.

Even in this kind of way.

So eventually Jeongeon relented, opening the door to you and quite literally carrying you to her bed after she managed to unlatch you from her legs and your adventures hands as they moved for her pajama bottoms again. When she placed you gently on the mattress and moved to readjust your laying position, your surprised her once again with your hands on her collar and all but pulling her on top of you where you then pressed your lips to hers into a desperate kiss.

It was desperate and a bit sloppy, your mouth already open with your tongue trying to enter her own, taking Jeongyeon by surprise with your sudden aggression. Usually you were quite reserved with Jeongyeon, not openly distrusting of her but also not fully trusting. You have been through a lot and Jeongyeon knew that she was not exactly being owner of the year due to her under-preparedness for you; however, seeing you so desperate and needy for her her, Jeongyeon will admit that it somewhat eased some of her previous insecurities of her capabilities as an owner.

So getting a hold of herself, Jeongyeon pulled herself away from your lips, only for you to whine and attempt to pull her back by the neck, which prompted her to grab your hands and remove them to pin them to the mattress, forcing you to stare up at her with wide eyes as she propped herself up on top of you. Jeongyeon couldn’t help but smile at your stunned expression, eyes trailing over your features before eventually looking into your eyes.

“What exactly do you want Y/N?” She asked, her thumbs gently tracing circles around your wrist bone, the actions making you shudder and arch your hips up against Jeongyeon’s.

“Y-You master.” You husked, prompting Jeongyeon to lean down to press a soft kiss to your neck, making a sharp gasp break past your lips and prompting you to angle your neck towards Jeongyeon, offering your neck to her like some kind of holistic sacrifice.

“How do you want me?” She murmured against your neck, gently kissing the skin as she began to journey up the delicate column, giving a small nip to your pulse point. “Mmmh?”

“Y-Your f-f-” You began to stutter, unable to get a word out as you felt yourself succumbing to Jeongyeon’s touch, the owner knowing it as she almost felt your body trying to meld itself against her own, your feet curling around her legs to press themselves into her calves, keeping her in place. She pressed a kiss to your jaw.

“Yes Y/N?”

“F-F-Fi-ingers a-and m-m-mouth...” You stuttredd out, your panting increasing tenfold as Jeongyeon’s trailing along your jawline before pressing a kiss to your earlobe and then gently sucking it into her mouth. “A-AAAH.”

Jeongyeon felt your entire body jerk at her sucking action, her teeth barely grazing your earlobe. Your legs wrapped themselves around her thighs, trying to pull her closer into your body as you continued to arch your hips even more against hers, albeit with difficulty due to Jeongyeon pinning your top half down to the bed. It seemed that your ears were quite sensitive, because as Jeongyeon continued to experiment nibbling and succkling your earlobe, your whines were increasing in pitch and your hips began to thrust against her despite meeting no friction.

You were becoming so needy for her, Jeongyeon couldn’t help but flush at your blatent need for her. But at the same time, she couldn’t help but smile. She pulled away from your earlobe to instead hover above your face, nose touches one another.

“Promise to behave?” She asked, earning an frantic nod from you. She smiled. “Good kitty.”

She then pressed her lips to yours, this time taking control of it as she lowered her entire body against yours and pressed her tongue against yours, starting a passionate dance of tongues which continued until late afternoon when she finally managed to satiate your enough to fall asleep.

Momo

Momo had done her research on the responsibilities of a hybrid owner, and of course she was willing to carry them out, but she will admit that she was astounded by the intimate needs required of an owner of a hybrid, especially during a heat. Momo held you close to her as you trembled, pants escaping your lips every few seconds as you remained in between Momo’s legs on the bed, head arched backwards to rest on her shoulder while her fingers delicately rubbed against your core, coating her fingers with your slick.

Momo couldn’t help but gaze in amazement as your supple body, so lean and delicate but so perfectly fitted with hers, legs parted to accommodate her welcomed hand, one hand interlaced with her own while the other dug into the mattress, claws tearing a hole into the sheets. Momo leaned in and pressed a kiss to the column of your neck, earning a whine from you and the further arching of your head to provide her with more access. She couldn’t help but smile against your skin.

“Are you okay, my sweet little kitty?” She cooed, slightly intensifying her rubs against your core which prompted a gasp out of you. Momo pressed another kiss to your neck. “Am I doing enough for you?”

You shook her head, turning it to instead smash your lips against hers, your hand on her sheets moving to clutch at her neck, lightly digging your claws into her skin but not enough for it to be painful. Momo easily allowed access to her mouth, entwining her tongue with yours as you desperately began to rut against her hand, hoping for more frictions from her. Momo grunted when she felt your fangs dig into her bottom lip, tugging it back slightly before letting it go with a pop, your dilated gaze locking with her own eyes as you panted in her arms.

“I need more.” You husked, making Momo smile innocently before she pressed a finger into you, making you howl and dive your face into her neck, shaking as your vody welcomed the digit, tightening and squeezing around it while Momo allowed you to get used to it.

It felt absolutely delightful to be in you, and Momo couldn’t help but feel even more deeply connected to you because of it. You were so snooty that one may mistake you for a pedigree, an incredibly proud creature, and yet you were trembling desperately in her arms, yearning for her to take care of you like a good owner should, and Momo couldn’t be anymore delighted than she already was. Momo removed her hand from yours to instead wrap her arm around your waist, keeping your back pressed to her front, forcing you to pull your face away from her neck and to instead face forwards.

Momo hooked her chin over your shoulder and gazed down at her hand, watching it as she slowly removed her finger before entering you again, prompted a desperate yowl from you as she tortuously moved her finger, testing your limits.

“P-P-Please...” You yowled, thrashing your head at the tortuously slow thrusts Momo was making.

Momo couldn’t help but smile and moved her head to press another kiss to your neck before adding a second digit, maintaining the same face but attempting to stretch you out, which easily occurred as you seemed to greedily try suck her digits back in, trying your best to keep her as intimately connected to you as possible. She kissed and nipped at your neck, giggling slightly as you whines and managed to pull away in time before your thrashing head connected with hers.

“Be careful Y/N, you might hurt yourself.”

“I don’t care!” you suddenly exclaimed, whipping her head to stare at Momo with heated eyes. “I just need you to fuck me!”

“Ah, such a dirty mouth for such a sweet kitty.” Momo scolded, smiling as she removed her fingers entirely front you, prompting a horrified yowl from you. “You know what I have said about that kind of language Y/Nnie.”

“N-No please!” You suddenly begged, your hand moving to grab Momo’s retreating one and snapping your legs shut to keep her hand captive, your eyes staring pleadingly at her with flushed cheeks. “I-I’m sorry. Please don’t leave me. Please.”

While Momo had no intentions to leave you unattended for during her heat, her heart couldn’t help but melt at your pleading voice, a usually so proud feline hybrid rendered helpless and needy for her touch. Momo did not see herself as a sadist, but she will admit she did enjoy the thrill that you begging gave her. So with cooing words, Momo moved her hands back to your core and inserted two fingers again, slowly moving them again before leaning in to press a kiss to your bottom lip, sucking its slightly before pulling back.

“Do you trust me to take care of you sweetie?” She asked, keeping her eyes locked with yours before she increased her pace just by a little, although your body immediately welcomed it as you parted your legs again and threw your head against her shoulder, mouth wide open with pants before you nodded.

“Yes! Yes! Yes master, I trust you!”

Momo smiled and pressed a kiss to your neck again before finally speeding up her fingers, hooking her chin over your shoulder and watching herself pleasure you with hooded eyes.

“Good kitty.”

Sana

“Shhh baby girl, don’t worry, leave everything to me.”

Sana pressed a soft kiss to your jaw as she slowly began to trail down your face and neck, pressing sweet kisses along your skin while you clutched at her, arching off the mattress while Sana kept you pinned with her hands and body.

Sana understands that it was incredibly difficult for you to trust others, especially given your previous life on the streets and the constant abandonment you had experienced from past owners, but all Sana want to do was to wash away those bad memories and to replace them with new ones, ones which consist of her absolutely adoring you and showing you her love for you in different ways, particularly in a pleasurably way such as this.

Despite being naked before her before, whenever Sana came across one of the many scars which littered your body, a small fire of anger would light up within her. How could people be so cruel to someone as sweet and vulnerable as you. Some of the scars were from fights on the streets, and others were the results of the injuries inflicted upon you from past owners.

She hated them, despite not knowing who they were, Sana hated them. They left permanent blemishes on her baby girl and to this day you still flinched at touch, even though Sana offered nothing but soft caresses and tender touches, proving time and time again that she would never hurt you, and yet your past has hurt you so horribly that you always anticipated it despite Sana never raising a hand to you. Sana’s heart truly went out to you and your flinches to touch only motivated her even more to care for you in a way no one has cared for you before.

Each blemish and scar she came across during her journey down your abdomen, Sana pressed a tender kiss to it as if she was capable of making it disappear with her lips. Obviously it could not happen, but she wanted you to know that she was not disgusted by the sight of your damaged body, but rather care for it even more. Each time she did it, your hands and legs clutched at her even further, your legs around curled around her waist and only moving upwards to her back as she moved down your body while your hands remained tangled in her hair.

Your chest was rising and falling rapidly, a layer of perspiration already evident on your body due to the incessant heat of your body. You always dreaded your heats because you had no idea of the kind of surrounding you would find yourself, most often needing to defend yourself from unwanted hybrids and people who noticed your vulnerable states. Often you would hide in some abandoned buildings or wooded areas in an attempt to deal with your heat on your own, but most often you simply suffered because you did not have anywhere safe to nest and tend to yourself without the possibility of danger.

But Sana provided you a safe haven. She ensured that you were cared for and she absolutely did not mind littering your body with love and affection, moving down to press a kiss to your mound before finally settling between your legs, hands parting your thighs to accommodate her presence and to keep you in place as she gazed at your core.

You were desperate for her, Sana could tell but the amount of slick coating your thighs as well as the sheets. Despite Sana seeing you naked and needy for her touch before, you always got embarrassed whenever she was so close to you intimate area. But Sana knew that the main cause of your embarrassment was not because of her presence to your intimate area, but rather of scars that littered your inner thighs, reminders from past owners who believed they needed to leave a permanent mark on you to show others that you were owned.

You were ashamed of your scars, but Sana did not see the shame in them. Instead she saw them as reminders of your strength and resilience. She did not want you to be ashamed of them, she want you to understand that despite of them, you were still beautiful, hence why she moved her head to kiss at the burn scars on your inner licks, tongue trailing along your skin to taste your sweet nectar, moaning at the taste.

She felt your legs flinch at her ministrations, sending her heart thundering but she continued as she felt your heels push into her back before eventually curling around her body to keep her enclosed and close, not wanting her to leave you so desperate. But Sana would never do that, she would never leave you abandoned with your natural desires and instincts. She promised you that she would take care of you in all the ways possible, and tending to you in a period such as this was only her honor.

After kisses all scars on both thighs, Sana raised her head slightly to look at you, your head arched into her pillow, body twitching as you waiting in anxious anticipation for her mouth. She smiled at you, removing one hand from your thigh to reach out and to caress a breast before squeezing it, thumb and index finger gently twisting one of your nipples.

“Look at me.” She softly ordered, your response almost instantaneous as you looked down at her, cheeks flushed bright red as you locked eyes with her as she lay between your legs. Sana smiled “I love you.”

She always told you those three little words. She has lost count of how many times she has said to you throughout the day, no matter the context the two of you were in. Sana has never been one to hide her feelings and she is not ashamed to admit them, her having developed such a strong love for you ever since she saved you from that accident. You knew of her feelings, and you responded in kind, but Sana couldn’t help but constantly remind you in moments like this because she wanted you to know that she was not simply physically tending to your needs like an owner should, but that she was making love to you like a woman would to her love.

“I-I love you too.” You whimpered, your eyes reflecting your adoration for Sana, making her smile.

“Thank you baby girl.”

And then without further prompting, Sana pressed her mouth to your core, eagerly pleasuring you as you body thrashed and twisted on the bed, yowling in pleasure and screaming out her name as she made love to you.

Jihyo

All Jihyo wanted was a moment to herself, for at least ten minutes, but it seemed to be an impossible ask from a puppy whose stamina and energy seemed to increase tenfold due to the natural reaction within their body that is released during their heat.

Jihyo knew that you would never purposely harm her, but it seemed that during your heat that you forgot your own strength and naturally allowed your instincts to take control over your body, resulting in your apparently staking your ‘claim’ over Jihyo in multiple ways and multiple times, the shower water stinging slightly as she washed herself, her shoulders and neck littered with bite and scratch marks, remnants of their continues activities to try ease your heat.

When she had snuck out of her bedroom, you were fully passed out in her sheets, a blanket half covering your lower body while your face remained pressed into her pillow, the most important object in your previous nest before Jihyo arrived home from work. Jihyo did not realize that you heat had started until she was being tackled to the couch by her over energetic puppy, your hands groping at her body at such a fast pace that her defensive instincts kicked in for a few moments until she finally learned of your condition, judging from your desperate whines and pleas for her.

She had half the mind to kill her sister for never getting you fixed, but then again it would have been against the norm as most get hybrids as companions and their heats are only natural instances which deepen the bonds between the hybrids and their owners.

And so she could not really be angry with you simply following your natural instincts to deepen your bond with Jihyo, albeit she will admit that she did not expect her care for you to be so...intensive.

Jihyo has never been more spent in her life, the love making going on for hours as your boundless energy only seemed to become more limitless, and Jihyo was certain that she was going to pass out alongside you due to your insistence to constantly return the favor to your owner, resulting in Jihyo reaching the peaks of pleasure several times due to your rapid techniques.

She thought for sure that she was going to have few minutes of peace in the shower, to simply relax for the first time since arriving home, but it seemed that fate had other plans for her when she suddenly felt arms wrap tightly around her waist and a warm body press itself against her back, hips grinding against her back side in a desperate tandem while sharp teeth nipped at her neck.

“Maaaster.” You whined, nibbling and sucking at Jihyo’s neck while you joined her under the shower, your shaggy gold locks instantly getting soaked with water. “Why did you leave me?”

Jihyo opened her mouth to answer but gasped when she suddenly felt your hand cupping her, your thumb immediately twirling around her already sensitive nub while your other hand moved to cup her breast, giving it a rough squeeze. Hearing her gasp, you pushed your body against hers until she suddenly felt the cold tiles pressed to her front, making her gasp at the sudden temperature change while you sandwiched her against the wall with your own body. Panting in her hear, you began to rut your hips against her backside, sloppily seeking frictions against her body while groaning

“Maaaster.” You whined again, this time hooking her chin over Jihyo’s shoulder and panting openly against her ear. “I need you so badly.”

“W-We have just finished.” Jihyo said pathetically, biting her lip hard to try combat the pleasure you wee providing her with your fingers, but to no avail as she groaned as you entered your fingers into her, roughly moving them inside her.

“I need you master. I need you so badly.” You confessed, rutting against her backside a bit harder, only to let out a frustrated growl. “I can’t get enough of you.”

Jihyo opened her mouth to say something, although she was not quite sure what she was going to say, only to groan in dismay when you suddenly removed your finger with her, filling her with an emptiness which didn’t enjoy at all. But then she felt your hands on her hips and then she was suddenly turned around so that her back was pressed against the tiles instead, prompting a hiss out of Jihyo before her eyes widened at the sight of you.

You were directly under the shower head and you looked feral. You eyes were so dilated that they were practically black, and your body similarly littered with marks courtesy of Jihyo during moments of passion. But instead of feeling ashamed of her seemingly lack of control, Jihyo couldn’t help but feel a hint of pride in her actions. You were her hybrid after all, and so to see some sort of mark of possession did fill her in satisfaction, albeit not as much as you as you traced the most significant bite mark you left on her neck, at exactly the point her neck and shoulder met.

Your eyes stared at it intently before pressing yourself against Jihyo’s body to press an open-mouthed kiss to it, growling possessively before you moved your face until it was directly in front of Jihyo’s.

“My master.” You growled before smashing your lips to Jihyo’s, easily dominating her before your tightly wrapped your arms around her, forcing her to be directly pressed against you, feeling every single curve and surface of your body.

Jihyo had no choice but to submit to you, unable to fight you off but also unwilling, as she couldn’t help but admit that she adored the absolute worship you seemed to have for her despite being your second owner. Her bond with you was only second to her sisters, and yet you seemed to worship her as if she was your absolute savior. And worshiping her was something you adored to do during your head as suddenly you were kneeling before her and shoving your face into her core, eagerly pleasuring her while she struggled to keep herself upright.

She slammed her head back against the tiles and couldn��t stop her cries of pleasure escaping, the sounds only motivating you to continue in your ministrations until you finally pushed her over the edge, which prompted you to scoop her into your arms and carry her to the bedroom where you continued to lavish her in attention.

She had no idea how she was supposed to survive an entire week of you like this. Her body simply was not going to make it.

Mina

Mina couldn’t help but notice how perfectly fitted your and her bodies were with one another, you serving as a perfect smaller piece to Mina as she held you. You were still trembling from the after-effects from a strong release, but Mina tended to you gently, peppering kisses along your shoulders as she held you from behind, your and her sweaty bodies sticking to one another.

Despite being in a state of post-bliss, your tail was still tightly curled around Mina’s thing, hoping to keep her as close as possible despite her making you well aware that she had no desire to be separated from you. Mina loved her precious little kitty, you filling the entire space within her heart. Mina never thought she would become so attached and reliant on someone, and yet you have proved to her just how much she was able to love, and it only continued to grow with each passing day. She gently squeezed at your breast while her other hand steadily rubbed up and down your sides and legs, her finger trips ticking your skin and bringing you back to reality.

“My pretty little kitty.” She cooed against your neck, kissing it and trailing up towards your ear, while she pressed a delicate kiss to it. “Such a good kitty for me.”

You whined at the compliments, your flush traveling to your shoulders. You have always been weak for Mina’s compliments and it made her smile due to her awareness of her effect on you. You were so responsive to her and Mina loved it. She loved all of your expressions, be it giddiness, embarrassment, feisty frustration or desire, she adored all of them. And seeing you so flushed despite having already been tended to in so many ways, it just made her giggle.

As your trembles eventually died down, your body fully relaxing against her, Mina decided to slide her hand between your legs again, sucking as your shoulder as you jumped at her cupping hand, a shaky growl leaving your lips.

“M-Mina...” You stammered, voice rough from the previous screaming and yet having a lull of lust in it, making Mina respond with a kiss.

“Shh, don’t worry pretty girl, you don’t have to do a thing.” Mina whispered before she pushed against your back until you were half-laying on your stomach, Mina hooking her leg over your waist to keep you pinned before she removed her hand from your core, prompting an immediate whine.

“M-Mina.”

“Shhh, let me love you.”

Once she fully moved you onto your stomach, she then began to descend down your back, pressing kisses along your spine, hands grazing their fingertips along your side. You immediately fisted at her sheets, claws digging holes into them and yet you did nothing to stop Mina as she kept moving until she was finally near your back side, your slicked core peering at her, making your desire for her most obvious. Mina smiled before she grabbed one of her stray pillows and tapped at your waist.

“Hips up pretty girl.”

You immediately lifted your hips and Mina slid the pillow under you before she moved back up your body to press a kiss to your shoulder, keeping herself up on all fours as one of her hands returned to cup you, coating her fingers in your slick.

“Who is a pretty kitty?” she murmured in your ear, prompting you to turn your head around so you could face her, your cheek still pressed into the mattress.

“I-I am.” you answered, your bright flush still so obvious. She smiled and pressed another kiss to your shoulder before she finally slid two fingers into you, immediately being welcomed by your warm wall.

“That’s right. My pretty kitty.” Mina murmured, thrusting into you with a passionate pace, her lips immediately meeting yours to swallow your moans and squeals as Mina pleasured your over sensitive core, the sound of her hand smacking against you echoing around the room, your tail wrapping itself around her waist to keep tugging her back.

You were such a good little kitty for her.

Dahyun

When Dahyun told her hybrid sitter to call her during emergencies, she did not mean to call her for emergencies such as this, but then again, she did not want anyone else to deal with you in such a ... delicate state.

Your yowls of desire and pleasure were coming from her locked bedroom, the hybrid sitter explaining the occurrence between you and her with flushed cheeks that eventually Dahyun wavered her off to spare the girl from nearly having a heart attack from embarrassment. Apparently during the start of your heat, you had opted to approach the hybrid sitter for a possible source of relief; however, it only led to you getting soaked with her glass of water before getting chased into the bedroom where you have been for the last few hours.

She appreciates the fact that the hybrids sitter did not opt to entertain your desires because such things should only be dealt with between owners or other trusted parties, not some strangers who were paid to take care of you. After dismissing the hybrid sitter with extra pay, Dahyun sighed before she took off her jacket and loosened her collared shirt before prepping herself to enter her room, blushing at the sound of your desperate calls.

This is not the first time she has had to deal with your heat, but it is the first time she was called back from an important business trip to essentially rock your world. From how the hybrid sitter called her, she had assumed that you had gotten into a terrible accident and that was how she had phrased it to her colleagues and boss, which was met with great understand. But now this was a different colleagues and she did not think that they would be as understanding, especially since Dahyun was in charge of the project they were covering that weekend.

...

Well, what they don’t know, won’t hurt them.

But nonetheless, Dahyun had smooth her features before she unlocked her bedroom door and stepped inside, being greeting by the spectacular act of you sniffing one of her shirts while one of your hands was trapped between your thighs.

“Dahyun...Dahyun...” She heard you muttering, obviously not realizing that she was in fact in the room with you.

You had made some kind of nest on her bed with various articles of her clothing, and as Dahyun stepped more into the room, she could smell her favorite perfume, which indicated that you had in fact sprayed it either in the room or on the clothes in order to increase her scent, which brought a small smile to her face. As she got to the foot of the bed, she cleared her throat, which made your face snap in her direction.

“Hello Y/N.” She greeted, which instantaneously triggered you to leap for her, your arms wrapping around her shoulder and her lips meeting your in a hard, vicious kiss.

Dahyun winced at your teeth clashing with hers, you not having full control over your movements. But soon the pain became forgotten as her tongue met with yours and become enveloped in a passionate dance which prompted her to push you backwards onto the bed and to follow after you, her elbows propping herself up as to not crush you under her weight. You weren’t phased by the sudden movement and instead pulled your lips away from Dahyun’s in order to smother her neck with open kisses, teeth threatening the surface of her skin which caused Dahyun to grab you by the hair and tug it back firmly, forcing you away.

”What have I said about your teeth Y/N?” She asked with a mildly annoyed tone, albeit she was not being serious although during you daze, you couldn’t help but whimper at her tone.

“T-To be careful.” You responded, which Dahyun responded with a hum.

Dahyun released you hair and instead leaned down to press her own open kisses to your neck, traveling down to your shoulder point before biting down hard, the pain making you squeal but then moan at the possessiveness and the pleasure it imposed on your body. Dahyun pulled away with a smile, her hand moving to tracing the bite mark in some sort of soothing motion.

“I need to go out in public sweetie, but you on the other hand...it sounds liek I need to remind you who your owner is.”

Dahyun knew that she could not entirely blame you for seeing the hybrid sitter for a sense of relief to your vulnerable state because hybrids in their heat tend to lose their logical thinking and tend to look for the closest warm body to help them during their moment of need, but still...the fact that you were her hybrid but sought after someone else did affect her pride a bit; which in turn, motivated her to remind you who you belonged to.

And it seemed to understood where she was coming from, albeit you were instilled with a sense of fear as you gazed at Dahyun’s slightly hardened eyes.

“P-Please Dahyun, d-don’t leave me, I-I didn’t mean to-”

Dahyun didn’t let you finish as she instead cupped you, immediately greeted with your slick which had been procured by your own hand since being locked away. You immediately moaned at the touch, your words becoming lost in your throat as Dahyun experimentally rubbed against you, but her thumb immediately sought your hardened nub, circling it teasingly as she lowered her lips to your ear.

“Don’t worry sweetie, I won’t leave you. I am just going to show you what it means to be mine.”

You moaned at the possessive edge of Dahyun’s words and eagerly responded to her kiss as she entered two fingers into your warm cavern setting a steady pace to satiate your immediate desire while also asserting her own dominance over you.

Chaeyoung

Chaeyoung honestly did not know how much luckier she could get in this moment, especially since anything she ever thought she needed faded in comparison to the opportunity to show you how much she loved you.

Chaeyoung couldn’t help but stare at you in memorization as you rocked against her thigh, whining and moaning in pleasured while her finger tips dug into your hips, forcing you to move fasted against her while she sat on the living room couch, both of you naked as the day you were born. Both of your bodies were coated in a layer of sweat and had flushed cheeks which highlight your respective excitement and overheating from the intense session the two of you have been having.

Whenever you were heat, an entirely new side came out of you. While you were usually reserved and at times snooty, whenever you need Chaeyoung, you became so reliant on her touch to get anywhere. Despite wanting to have nothing to do with her in the beginning, you have easily fallen into rhythm with Chaeyoung and accepted the love and adoration she had for you.

And the fact she was a passionate lover was so helpful for you during your heats, as she did not stop until you were fully satiated no matter how many hours it may take.

Your claws dug painfully into her shoulders but Chaeyoung did not even react to them as she instead leaned forward to suckle at your chest, causing you to moan twice as loud before one of your hand ministrations cradle the back of her head, keeping her close and encouraging her to continue with her ministrations.

“H-Harder!’ You yowled, or demanded, which Chaeyoung immediately obeyed as she hollowed her cheeks as she sucked at your nipped, twirling her tongue around it before lightly biting against it, prompting another sharp gasp and moan out of you.

“C-Chaetoung!” Yous creamed, your hips moving even more sloppily against her which she only encouraged, tensing her leg to try provide you more friction which was nearly instantaneously. Your slick was already coating her leg and your head was thrown back in pleasure while you kept chasing that peak of pleasure until Chaeyoung released on of your hips to pinch your hardened nub, finally pushing you over the peak of pleasure.

You screamed as you came, thrusting yourself forward on Chaeyoung to cling at her, teeth immediately going to her shoulder to bite down hard. Your teeth pierced her skin and Chaeyoung couldn’t help but hiss at the sensation, albeit she couldn’t help but smile at the action as it was a sign of marking from a passionate hybrid who waited to stake their claim on the one that they deemed at theirs. You have given her the mark plenty of times during intimate session, but during her heat, it seemed your possession of her only increased tenfold due to your instincts begging for you to be ravished by a partner.

However, the only one who would ever be able to ravish you again would be Chaeyoung, as she wanted you and planned to be the only one to care for you, not that you minded as any life filled of pain and suffering that you experienced before was all but forgotten ever since Chaeyoung brought you into her life.

You trembled in her arms, the aftershocks of such an intensive session getting the better of you, causing Chaeyoung to coo and gently rub at your ears as you attempted to recover.

“Awww my sweet little baby. Are you feeling alright?” She teased, knowing how fabulous you felt since your release.

You didn’t give her a verbal answer, but judging from the bright flush which embarrassed down yo your shoulders told Chaeyoung that you were immensely pleased with her efforts but were too embarrassed to thank her, which prompted Chaeyoung to laugh before moving the two of you until your back was pressed against the couch and she was on top of you. You moved to look at Chaeyoung in confusion but was instead met with a pair of lips which insistently moved against yours, causing you to close your eyes and meet Chaeyoung tongue as she entered your mouth.

Yo absolutely drove Chaeyoung crazy and she was quite surprised with herself with how intensely she craved you. But then again, she practically fell in love at first sight of you, and just being able to have you in her arms like this was such a blessing. A blessing she was thankful for repeatedly, as highlighted through her kissing down your jaw, throat an chest until she was reaching you abdomen, where she pressed a ticklish kiss to your hip bone.

“You are so needy my baby.” She teased, smiling at your lack of rebuttal as you knew it was true, She winked at you as she parted your still trembling legs and moved towards your core. “But it makes me glad that you are needy for me.”

You didn’t even bother to try say anything as once Chaeyoung’s mouth was on you, your legs immediately enclosed themselves around Chaeyoung’s head, your head getting thrown back in pleasure while you clutched at the back and armrest of the couch, hip moving along with Chaeyoung’s tongue thrusts, attempting to get as much pleasure as she could from Chaeyoung’s ministrations.

Chaeyoung absolutely loved it whenever you went into heat, because it gave her a weeks-worth of opportunity to show how much she loved you, both physically and emotionally. And she would make sure that the both of you were sated every hour, every day until the end of your cycle. And judging by how loudly you were screaming her name, she can assume that you are appreciating her efforts.

Tzuyu

Tzuyu couldn’t help but feel nervous because it was her first time having to be intimate with someone, and yet she was giddy due to the fact that it was with you. It has been difficult for her to be able to connect with others, and yet you were someone who offered her infinite love and loyalty that you managed to make the most recent move much more bearable.

And now you needed her. Badly.

Your whines for her echoed around the room, making Tzyu flush as she crept closer to her bed dressed in nothing but her underwear. You were completely naked, having been for the past while as you tried to tend to yourself, not wanting to push Tzuyu and yet craving her so badly.

It was only natural for hybrids to seek out their owners or other hybrids to be able to be tended to during their heat, but you did not want anyone else but Tzuyu. She was your master, your mistress, your owner, your everything. Tzuyu always felt your boundless love for her, and even in moments of such extreme vulnerability, your love for her was more obvious, such as the slick which was messing on her sheets.

Eyeing the sheen on your thighs, Tzuyu couldn’t help but swallow nervously as she crawled towards you, your honey colored eyes locking with hers, prompting your tail to wag excitedly at her approach, but at the same time you whined and twisted your body into yourself, seeking a energy of release despite Tzuyu being so close. Tzuyu paused when she was close to you, unsure what she was to do first, but then she slowly reached out and laid a hand on your thigh, which prompted you to immediately swing yourself on your back and part your legs for her, making Tzuyu yelp at your obvious excitement.

“M-Master.” You panted, your golden ears propped up excitedly, making Tzuyu’s nerves increase tenfold.

She has tried her best to research the best course of action, both through books, the internet and some of the friends she managed to make due to bonding over the ownership of hybrids but nothing really prepared her for the real thing. But then again, she was willing to do this, since she declined her friends offers to allow their hybrids to tend to your needs instead since Tzuyu was still a new owner to a hybrid.

While it would have been easier to simply let you be tended to by another hybrid, she did not like that idea. You were currently experiencing your first heat and it should not be dealt with by someone who did not know or have a close bond with. You deserved to be treated with love and gentleness, just as you would treat someone due to your compassionate nature. And the only one close enough to you to do such a thing was Tzuyu.

Tzuyu adored you with everything that she had, becoming so connected to you that it was almost as if the two of you had known each other all your lives. Hence why Tzuyu motivated herself to crawl closed to you, settling between your legs in order to prop herself on top of you, her face hovering above yours.

“Y/N.” She whispered your name before pressing her lips to yours in a kiss, it triggering the start of many more as your immediately went to clutch at her neck, fingers tangling themselves in her hair while your legs went to wrap around her waist and tug her body down.

Tzuyu yelped into the kiss when you tugged her down, her body getting pressed to your entirely bare one, eliciting a pleasurable spark through her body despite the newness of the sensation. You seemed to melt under her body, clutching at her tightly before you suddenly began rutting your hips against her own, seeking for some type of friction while your sweet arousal began to smear itself on Tzuyu’s lower stomach, making her blush.

She attempted to pull away for some air, but you held firmly onto her, moaning against her lips while your tongue sought hers. You were so excited that Tzuyu was tending to you that you have forgotten your own strength, to the extent that Tzuyu eventually had no choice but to grab at your hair and tug your head back in order to give herself the chance to breathe again. But instead of feeling hurt but the sharp pain, your whined in pleasure at the sensation of your hair being pulled, your mouth open in pants as you stared at Tzuyu lustfully.

“Master.”

You called out to her so needily, so desperately, so...lustfully, it made Tzuyu flush brightly, but also prompt her to lean down and press a kiss to your pulse point, a sweet tender touch while one of her hands ventured your body.

Her fingers glided down your collarbone and sternum before hesitantly moving to one of your breasts, where she cupped you, prompting a sharp gasp out of you which made her flinch away but then return when she realized it was a gasp of pleasure. Tzuyu bit her lip as she squeezed and groped, experimenting with the touching pressure before alternating to your other breast, her eyes fixed on your face as she watched your expression with fascination.

“Master...master...master.” You continuously repeated, speaking as if you were in some kind of trance and praying to some kind of deity. A smile was constant on your face, albeit it would be removed from the gasps that kept escaping from you in response to Tzuyu’s touch.

Suddenly feeling an urge to be close, Tzuyu removed her hand from your chest to instead slide under your body and embrace you tightly, her face going to your neck to nuzzle against it. Your arms automatically wrapped themselves tighter around her body, lightly digging your claws into her back to give the threat of pain and yet not following through on it. You would never hurt Tzuyu and it made Tzuyu smiled as she pressed another kiss to your neck before moving to kiss your jaw.

“I love you Y/N.” She confessed, the words needed to be said before she continued any further, which prompted your tail to wag excitedly underneath the two of you as you moved to press an excited kiss to her forehead.

“I love you too!” you exclaimed before you suddenly spun the two of you around so that you were now pressing Tzuyu to the mattress, your tail wagging constantly as you stared into Tzuyu’s shocked eyes. “I love you! I love you! I love you!”

Tzuyu had read that words would have a strong impact on your even more so during your heat, but she did not realize that it would be this impactful. But despite of it, Tzuyu couldn’t help but laugh before wrapping her hands behind your neck and tugging you down into a kiss, immediately opening her mouth to allow you entrance as you eagerly responded. While she was still nervous, your jolliness just settled her a little bit, and Tzuyu couldn’t stop the small sense of pride as she wrapped her legs around your waist and experimentally rocked her hips against yours, making you suddenly growl in pleasure at feeling her clothed core against your own.

With a bit of effort and confidence, Tzuyu twisted her hips to knock you off balance and give her the opportunity to be the one on top again. But instead of being shocked, you instead pulled her into another kiss, rutting your hips against hers against for friction, which prompted Tzuyu to press her lower half against yours in some sort of pinning, but not for longer.

She pulled away with a gasp for air, but instead of stopping, she instead moved to kiss along your neck, experimenting with your different reactions as she kissed different area, smiling at the times you reacted the loudest. She was still learning, but something tells her that you will be a quick study to figure out what you liked. Hopefully she will be able to please enough, although judging from your reactions, she thinks that she will able to tend to your properly.

#twice #twice imagines #twice scenarios #twice reactions #nayeon #jeongyeon #momo #sana #jihyo #mina #dahyun #chaeyoung #tzuyu #hybrid au #hybrid twice imagines #hybrid twice scenarios #hybrid twice reactions

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sorcerous-caress · 7 months

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Wondering if we could get a short fic of being dark justiciar shadowheart's pet following the short prompt you wrote earlier. Would be cool to see how she tortures prisoners and treats tav like her pet (dom and sexually) - Shadowheart anon

Pearly Collar | Shadowheart

[ dark content, smut, objectification, humiliation, exhibitionism, pet play, nb!reader ]

"Don't lag behind. We have a very busy schedule for today." The harsh tug on your leash made you whine against the gag on your mouth.

The cold stones of Shar's temple became a very familiar sight to you, crawling behind your mistress on your hands and knees. Put on full display for everyone's eyes to bear witness to your humiliation.

Well, not that they could dare to say a word, Shadowheart made a very clear example of the last person who dared to utter your name on their lips. Their screams echoed through these same halls for days.

Ever since she took over Viconia's position, ever since she was granted the favour of Shar, she made it her personal mission to reduce you to nothing but the perfect picture of an obedient pet.

The hero of Baldur's gate, her very own personal toy.

Something changed in her. The death of the immortal nightsong shifted Shadowheart's whole being.

Did you ever stop and consider the consequences when you stepped into that pool? When you didn't sway her hand away as she held the spear so close to the moon daughter herself.

You can't even remember what went through your brain at that time.

The passing of time was irrelevant down here. You don't get the luxury of natural sunlight this deep underground. Darkness needs to find a way to fester away from the surface.

And that darkness has become your own home whether you like it or not, your fate stopped being yours to command ever since Shadowheart entered your life.

While long ago, armours and magical artifacts cladded your body, weapons, and staffs of forgotten realms aiding you in battle. That reality ceased to exist with your new life in this temple.

Only allowing you to wear those sets of lacey black lingerie she handpicked for you. Adorned in black diamonds and dark pearls, much like your own collar.

Not that walking around naked would've been much different, really, your clothes left very little to the imagination. If anything, it was very generous wording to even call them clothes.

Like a doll almost, she had to have her hands on you whenever she wished. Toy with your most intimate parts and indulge her every whim.

You see, clothes were something reserved for actual people. You weren't any of that to her, not anymore.

After all, what do you even need clothes for? She told you, all you're good for is warming her bed.

As you arrived in front of the giant marble door, two masked guards stood watch. Opening the door for Shadowheart as they bowed in reverence, even as you were dragged behind her inside.

She took a seat on the throne-like chair in the middle of the room, parting her legs to make space for you between them.

And just like any good pet, you obeyed as you crawled between her knees, resting your head on her exposed soft thigh. Her hand coming down to pet your head, teasingly tugging at your gag before taking it off and watching you wipe your drool with amusement in her eyes.

The meeting started shortly after. You toned out the various voices of those dark justiciars and clerics that reported and answered to your mistress.

You knew her well enough, more than any of them could begin to imagine. You knew her before she was the powerful woman that sat above you.

Back when the two of you were equals, standing in battle together and watching each other's back. Back when a simple night orchid made her the happiest you've seen her.

She is never happy these days. Never satisfied with the marks and hickies she leaves upon your skin, nothing sating her deep hunger no matter how long she keeps you chained to her bed.

Today, she is especially pissed.

You buried your face more into the plush of her thigh, growing more and more bored.

Just like always, they shook and cowered in fear in front of her, trembling at the sight of her rage and knowing that displeasing her was akin to displeasing Shar herself.

You surpassed a yawn as they broke down, begging for mercy on their knees. Begging your mistress for a second chance to make up for their shortcomings.

Seeing powerful paladins and clerics breakdown does grow quite tiring after the tenth time.

Only after it ends does your attention come back to reality. After her judgement was passed.

You're pulled by your collar onto her lap, seated on the same thigh you had your head against a while ago. Having your legs spread, the flimsy fabric barely does anything to conceal your dignity. That is if you even had any dignity left.

She dressed you like this for moments like these, for easy access when her blood ran hot and she needed something to squeeze. Someone to squeal.

Were they watching you? Or did they leave the room? You weren't sure, and honestly, you couldn't care. Not when her hand worked so expertly between your legs, not when she slapped the inside of your thigh to get you to spread yourself even more, degrade yourself even more for her.

Your head was thrown back against her shoulder, your body spasming as she milked you dry. Pulling you over the edge with ruthlessness as your cum dripped down onto the floor.

Breathing deeply after being forced into such a strong orgasm so fast and sudden, you tried to steady your shaking limbs.

Somehow this, this is what you never got used to, no matter how many times she makes a public mess out of you.

"Clean your mess." Her fingers pressed against your lips, eyes daring you to disobey as you took them in your mouth. Sucking and licking your own cum from her hand.

She kept them there longer than necessary, making you choke on them and toying with your tongue.

"Good, your brain is still functional after all." She said, gleaming with sadism "Now the floor."

#♡shadowheart anon #♡shart #♡dark shart #shadowheart x reader #tw dark content #♡smut #smut #dead dove do not eat

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ihopeinevergetsoberr · 2 months

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the counterpart

chapter 5 — violator

summary: can you guys tell i really want that fucking violator record?????

word count: 2,8k

nsfw-ish, reader is a pining mess, smoking (that's a given at this point, sorry), kissing, viktor is so sweet it makes me gag a little into my mouth. aaaand of course. my beloved heavy dialogue. (i’ll proof read this properly a bit later)

part 6 —

It starts with a breathy “I don’t want you to go.”

Evolves into a bitter “I don’t want to go either” and lingers, warm and slightly chapped, upon the curve of your shuddering shoulder. And then he’d hold you through your pouts and frowns, kissing sweet tickling redemption wherever swollen lips could reach, each touch a gentle apology for having responsibilities that he had to attend to instead of staying bedridden in your grasp.

Made you wish the smell of his skin soaked through your sheets.

If only you didn’t smoke that much.

And then he’d bite you teasingly at each collarbone, taking his delicate, slow revenge — for every claw pulling at his hair, skin and soul. And the room would smell of sex, taunt and laughter: until limbs were finally demerged, cane was rescued from under the bed and returned to its departing owner, goodbye kisses were traded hastily in the doorway.

He wanted to stay. Whispered you that much before reluctantly crawling out of your room — boneless and marked up, no doubt claimed by you in every possessive way known to man, with a special emphasis on that tangible, purple-ish one coating his neck and shoulders.

You despised the morning lecture he had the following day as if it were the other woman stealing him away from you. Even made a taunting spiteful comment about that figurative mistress when he came back after attending to her, and your room was filled with jabs until he was gone again, just as reluctant — if not more, actually — as he was the night he first left. Something kept telling you it was going to become a regular occurrence, though.

A joyful loop — it lasted for a few eventful days, made ‘bed-classes-Viktor’s arms’ your new route of choice. Didn’t even give you the chance to catch when exactly ‘Play chess with me tonight’ has become the new ‘Fuck me senseless’.

And all the talking. Gods above, the talking — hushed, gentle conversations on the comforter of your bed, or on that famous windowsill; mostly by a smoldering mouthful of nicotine or steaming cups of coffee — an ingenious aftercare both of you cherished deep enough to soak in it for hours. That’s how you found out the meaning behind every single one of those Czech little swears he spilled into your flushed ears. However the less harsh words weren’t revealed to you just yet — he mumbled something illegible and turned away with a strangled cough, which had only confirmed your suspicions about them being obvious endearments.

And when the exchange would inevitably resolve into a heated destruction of your poor bed (that was now creaking worse than it ever had) — he’d drive you back into madness, the sweat of its breathless aftermath haunting you until both participants stepped into the cramped space of shower and fingerprints soothed the soreness of lower backs wet and slow. You’d kiss the water off the tip of his handsome nose — to help him push it into your soul and investigate. Not only figuratively too: well, if one’s soul is located between their breasts, that is.

Four slothful days of tender prying — and his cautiousness had finally paid off. You’d listen less and talk more, and his attentive eyes were drawn to you like ones of a doomed man, shining with rejoicement every time you’d fall a tad bit too deep into your thoughts, and your voice would put him to sleep — all calm, deep exhales against the warmth of you. Dark strands poked the side of your face while long arms curled around your waist, trapping you discreetly under his resting form. However, that could never stop him from memorizing every insignificant little something you whispered even through his peaceful snuffling. Needless to mention the things you told him while he was still awake, conversing with you softly while hands stroked a tease up your spine damp and shaky.

A game of chess requires just as much sweat as a confession or an intercourse.

And it escalated so rapidly. The literal definition of a Fool’s Mate, and that’s precisely what you were reduced to by his side — a fool, careless enough to make two exceptionally thoughtless moves, letting your whims take over when you first had him, then allowing him to come back for more.

But you were fine with getting checkmated like this. Content, even. As long as you lied sprawled out beneath his pale slenderness, talking him through and after it, then sharing a game of chess over and over again. Until fingers couldn’t gnaw at skin or move the pieces anymore, every limb shook and throat felt sore from speaking or whispering tender filth.

The lovely loop broke on Friday, when your opponentship reached a week’s mark.

You skipped both of your morning lectures — being responsible isn’t transmitted sexually, even when one is fucking the most duty-bound person in the world. Especially when the weather was not nearly encouraging enough to crawl out of your precious compact cave: the summer heat had finally built up to a season of lavish August rains, and the droplets were drumming against your window with all their pent up strength. They lured you into staying in bed until noon, dreamy gaze nailed into the wet glass, fingers toyed with a pen in a failed attempt to finish some commissioned essays and dreadful remnants of your own work — anything to find a distraction from inevitably returning to the empty spots of the room where Viktor liked to rest after committing the deed that was now the reason to your freshly obtained slight limp.

So silly of you. To still expect him at your door all ready to proceed with the routine, to overcome all the weather obstacles just for you.

Eyes flew back to the chess board. It still hosted the crime scene: that checkmate you put him in before he shed you off your clothes to claim vengeance for it.

The rain kept thudding with rhythmic judgment. He’s not coming today.

But was it really so bad to wish he did? To lack him — fully, semi or not clothed at all? To miss the way it felt to lie on his side, still warm after he was off to classes? To replay the sound of your name on his accented tongue, uttered through moans, gasps for air and laughter? To long for a boy that knew you so vaguely with a passion of that extent — almost as impressively potent as one of a suitor who hasn’t seen their lover in decades? Whatever he was willing to share — you’d feast upon it, no questions asked – if not for a single plea for addivities.

So easy to get lost in his endless patience, to confuse the simple crave for tenderness with a selfish crave for him — the first man to treat you carefully in a long time, to make you feel wanted for your brains, then for beauty. And even the latter didn’t involve disrespect or haste — he’d always prefer trembling touches over rough grips, so thoroughly attentive to the detail.

“I love it when I make you think so hard you frown,” he once whispered with a curt smile, thumb a swipe over the wrinkle on your forehead. You would quizzically pull away from the board, one eyebrow cocked at him in guarded confusion.

“Are you that keen on making me suffer?”

“Perhaps only a little,” he’d confess, fingers snaking nimbly behind your ear, carefully brushing through a single soft strand — had you almost crushing the pieces with your weight as you leaned into the offered sweetness, lids fluttered as eyes rested underneath them.

“You didn’t strike me as a violator,” you murmured with a cheeky tilt to the side, caught his lips aiming for the exposed length of neck, let them settle for whatever little skin they could reach from the other side of the board. The check he had yet to run away from was awaiting him angrily beneath the tangle of touches.

“Excuse me?” he countered your tone, letting you slide away from his attack with tactful reluctance.

“Violator?” It didn’t ring a bell. Only earned you a confused pout and a guilty chuckle. “That one sexy Depeche Mode album?” It didn’t help either. He shrugged, wearing a nervous smile — like a skittish student about to fail a test. A compatibility one, apparently.

“You’re kidding!” you exclaimed, mouth wide open in exaggerated astonishment.

“I’m afraid I’m not,” he shrugged again, sharp shoulders defensively angled upwards. Made you ditch the unresolved trap of his king, blocking his view on the board by crawling over it with rushed inelegance. The issue at hand was far more urgent than a possible victory in four moves.

“You,” a single finger pressed steeply into his chest, “need immediate musical rehabilitation. A very severe one at that.”

Warm laughter seeped out of him loud and generous, thin body quivered briefly against the firm glance of your perception. Serious cases call for radical measures, and thick eyebrows arched resentfully when you shrunk away from the kiss, uttering a taunting ‘ah-ah.’

“Fine then,” he accepted his penalty with a calm sigh, returning your artful grin. “Rehabilitate me. Do whatever you deem necessary.”

Pleased with the obtained permission, you allowed him to claim a fleeting peck before leaving his intrigued side. Still had some mercy in you, or, rather, simply couldn’t resist the soft temptation. Crossed the room to tend to the old record player you seized him eyeing earlier, ran through a pile of vinyls to pick out the prettiest one, lovingly caressing the crimson flower on its cover. You took a lot of pride in owning that sacred thing, recalling just how hard it was to get your eager hands on it.

Careful not to scrape it, you put your precious record under the needle nice and slow — as if it was fragile enough to shatter from the smallest touch. But what a joy it was to finally have it spinning languidly on that dusty platter, to hear the first notes reward you with their rich sound. Couldn’t fight the urge to stop hips from swaying clumsily, hands up in the air as his cried to find your waist and take the lead — yet right leg cramped more than your dance lured in. So Viktor stayed on the bed, smile so spellbound the corners of his mouth almost hurt, and you swore the amber in his eyes shined brighter than it ever had before, struggling to pick a single pretty sight to settle on.

You waltzed into his embrace, letting him catch you after a twirl. Went limp for a second as he pulled you down, then climbed atop him in an already familiar straddle. Stayed still to admire the spill of dark hair all over the crumpled sheets, smiled back at him from the high of your slight raise. So beautiful and all yours to play with — both chess and heart, but you only preferred the former. Showed him that much with a lingering kiss — a sloppy touch of tongue against the pointy shape of his upper lip. Throaty whimper tasted deliciously of submission. Lewd. But not too much. Just enough to send the throb of your pulse straight between parted thighs.

“I could watch you dance forever.” So luscious. His heart might be safe for now, but yours sure kept inching closer to a stroke with every new sweet nothing he uttered.

“Is that the only thing you want to do to me?” you were suddenly armed full of taunt again. “To watch me dance?”

“How rude of you to vulgarize my attempts at being romantic.”

“Perhaps I was hinting at something civil too. Not my fault dirty is the first direction you think in.”

“You’re insufferable. To think I would ever act upon such obscenity—“

“Oh, so you’d rather I get up? Fine, bask in celibacy for all I please—“

“Wait, no! That’s not what I meant! Come back here—“

You chuckled at the memory, sinking deeper into the pillow. Teeth bit at the pen you were still fidgeting with, clenching hard when you recalled just how insistent he was on proving you right. Needless to mention that neither of you got to Enjoy The Silence that heated evening.

But now there’s a pile of papers lying where he used to, keeping you silent, cold company. And you fucking missed him — bad to the point where it gets concerning, bitter for the way you failed to guard any strings from possible attachment. Though who said you should’ve prevented that in the first place? Was there really some heavy tacit agreement to stop whatever this was from escalating further, from offering you that soft solace? Sure, maybe you could use a change of pace — but was that really necessary when you were always the ambassador of everything rapid and unstructured?

How does love even come? Was it too big of a word to define that smoldering little thing slowly melting your enclosure from the inside? How much were you actually willing to show him — without creating new obstacles for him to tiptoe around, or covering the sensitivity he finally started to disrobe — only with your consent, so grateful for the little bits of you he finally got to meet?

Your world wasn’t ending where his started. They could coexist — or merge, even, into an environment full of that scary four-letter-word, if only both participants cared enough to fertilize it with mutual pining.

And, well.

One of them already stood chin deep in that formula. At the door of a pitifully longing another. Knocked thrice — politely intrusive as always. Whispered a raspy ‘It’s me’ — as if you could ever confuse that arrival with someone else’s or fail to catch the clack of cane against the scraped floor.

No lecture, even a morning one you tend to blissfully oversleep, would force you to jump out of bed as fast as you rushed to let him in. Fingers yanked at the handle so hard it slipped out of your excitedly shaking grip, and god was he a mess — soaked shirt clung to the lean frame so tight you could count his ribs through the sheer drenched white. Rain still leaked pointwise out of the ruined waves of his hair, falling to the ground and gathering there into little puddles. Shoes squelched when he stepped inside with a hesitant gentle smile — slightly embarrassed for dripping mercilessly at your parquet floor. So shy all of a sudden, he contemplated whether the chaotic state would dispose him of a greeting kiss, but you dispelled his worries with your lips and savoured the ozone he was now flavored with as a low hum invaded your chuckling mouth.

What are the odds. Think of the devil.

“I’m sorry,” the devil purred against your grin. You wiped it off your face with the little damp beads he dropped on your chin.

“What for?”

Eyes slid to the hand he sneaked slowly from behind his back, sighing apologetically when the content of it was revealed to you wet and tortured. A beautiful ruin of missing petals in the careful hold of his fingers. What should’ve been red to the point of scorching the vision was now plucked out and lacked in life. A single rose left intact among the numerous bare spiky stalks.

“If only I brought a coat or an umbrella to cover them with… Such a waste — I assure you they looked decent before my foolish omission, but that’s not relevant anymore, I suppose.”

You cradled the bouquet — or, rather the remnants of it— gently against your chest. Couldn’t care less about the spikes or the rainy spot it instantly stained your shirt with.

“It’s the effort that counts.”

“Perhaps, but you only deserve successful ones. And I didn’t manage to accomplish that.”

How stupid of him to think that mattered to you at any capacity — oh no, you laughed and kissed him hard once again, stealing a pleasant gasp of awe. Tugged at the buttons of the ravaged shirt and pulled them slyly open, hand met the shivering skin of his chest with a delicate tingle. But you didn’t let him get into it while he was still so miserably sodden. Felt him murmur something regretful when you stepped away to swallow some air.

“How about we hop into the shower before you manage to accomplish a cold?” The offer stood before him with a sheepish wince. As if Viktor could ever refrain from your tempting kindness.

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So how does love come? Abruptly? With a twenty four hour notice? Relentlessly? Gently? With a dagger to stab you right in the heart?

Well, yours did with his eyes closed. With water in his mouth and your name on his greedy lips. With enamored moans of rapture and tender praises when both bodies returned to bed wrapped in fluffy towels, sharing secrets and fondness while the inanimate witnesses watched you quietly from their distant corners: thirty two chess pieces, his cane and two lonesome roses — one drawn on the cover of your most precious vinyl possession, the other rested calmly in the sheer vase.

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tags: @thehistoriangirl @zaunitearchives @blissfulip @queen-of-elves @vyshnevska

#viktor arcane #viktor x reader #viktor fanfic #viktor smut #no beta we die like men #viktor x reader smut #viktor x f!reader #the cunterpart #viktor arcane fluff

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quasi-normalcy · 10 months

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A while ago while I was in tumblr jail, you posted that you had a masters in science fiction literature (unless you didn't, I have been known to be mistaken), and I am wondering, what do you consider 'important' works of science fiction? Like the science fiction literary canon? I am so curious. Feel free to ignore, I will not harass you.

Yes! I do. I can tell you the ones that I was assigned (I'm afraid that the list skews extremely male and (especially) white).

Mary Shelley, Frankenstein (1818)

Olaf Stapledon, Last and First Men (1930) and Star Maker (1937) [You can probably add Odd John (1935) to this list]

Jules Verne, Journey to the Centre of the Earth (1864) and 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea (1870) [You can probably add From the Earth to the Moon (1865)]

H.G. Wells, The Time Machine (1895) and War of the Worlds (1897) [Though you can probably go ahead and add The Island of Doctor Moreau (1896), The Invisible Man (1897) and The First Men in the Moon (1901)]

Charlotte Perkins Gilman, Herland (1915)

Catherine Burdekin (writing as Murray Constantine), Swastika Night (1937)

Karel Čapek, R.U.R. (1920)

Isaac Asimov, I, Robot (1950) [You can probably add the first three Foundation novels here as well]

Yevgeny Zamyatin, We (1921)

George Orwell, Nineteen Eighty-Four (1949)

Arthur C. Clarke, 2001: A Space Odyssey (1967) and Rendezvous with Rama (1973) [Add: Childhood's End (1953) and The Fountains of Paradise (1979)

John Wyndham, Day of the Triffids (1951) [add: The Chrysalids (1955) and The Midwich Cuckoos (1957)]

H.P. Lovecraft, "The Call of Cthulhu" (1926) [add The Shadow over Innsmouth (1931)]

Richard Matheson, I Am Legend (1954)

Alfred Bester, The Stars My Destination (1956)

Robert Heinlein, Starship Troopers (1959) [Probably Stranger in a Strange Land (1961) and The Moon is a Harsh Mistress (1966) too, depending on, you know, how much of Heinlein's bullshit you can take]

J.G. Ballard, The Drowned World (1962) [Also, The Burning World (1964) and The Crystal World (1966)]

Phillip K. Dick, The Man in the High Castle (1962) [Also Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? (1968) and several of his short stories]

Frank Herbert, Dune (1965)

Michael Moorcock, Behold the Man (1969)

Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-5 (1969)

Ursula Le Guin, The Dispossessed (1974) [Also The Lathe of Heaven (1971) and The Left Hand of Darkness (1969)]

Brian Aldiss, Supertoys series

William Gibson, Neuromancer (1984)

Kim Stanley Robinson, Red Mars (1992) [Also Green Mars and Blue Mars]

They also included Iain M. Banks's The Algebraist (2004), but I personally think you'd be better off reading some of his Culture novels

Other ones that I might add (not necessarily my favourite, just what I would consider the most influential):

Joe Haldeman, The Forever War (1974)

Matsamune Shiro, Ghost in the Shell (1989-91)

Katsuhiro Otomo, Akira (1982-1990)

Octavia Butler, Lilith's Brood (1987-89) and Parable of the Sower (1993)

Poul Anderson, Operation Chaos (1971)

Hector Garman Oesterheld & Francisco Solano Lopez, The Eternaut (1957-59)

Liu Cixin, The Three-Body Problem (2008)

Robert Shea and Robert Anton Wilson, The Illuminatus! Trilogy (1975)

William Hope Hodgson, The House on the Borderland (1908)

Neal Stephenson, Snow Crash (1992)

Joanna Russ, The Female Man (1975)

Orson Scott Card, Ender's Game (1985) [Please take this one from a library]

Edgar Rice Burroughs, A Princess of Mars (1912)

Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid's Tale (1985) and Oryx and Crake (2003)

Aldous Huxley, Brave New World (1932)

Osamu Tezuka, Astro Boy (1952-68)

Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451 (1953)

Madeleine L'Engle, A Wrinkle in Time (1962)

Walter M. Miller, A Canticle for Leibowitz (1959)

Douglas Adams, Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy (1979)

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writergeekrhw · 1 year

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Hey hey! Long time listener, first time caller. I was curious, what are some of your favorite science fiction movies/shows/books? Is there anything you’d consider to be “essential” viewing or reading for Star Trek fans? And was there anything that you remember being inspired by that ended up influencing any of your scripts?

These days (and even back in my time) Star Trek is mostly inspired by... err... Star Trek. But here are a few space set books that I read growing up which almost certainly influenced my writing:

The Moon is a Harsh Mistress, Between Planets, Time for the Stars - Robert Heinlein

Dune - Frank Herbert

Hyperion - Dan Simmons

Consider Phlebas - Iain Banks

The Left Hand of Darkness - Ursula K. Le Guin

Ringworld, Tales of Known Space, etc. - Larry Niven

SHOWS/MOVIES

Bladerunner, Star Wars, Enemy Mine, TOS, Alien, Aliens, The Thing (original and remake), Predator

Not an exhaustive list, but those are the ones that come to mind.

Most of the big inspirations for DS9 were NOT science fiction though. We were inspired by actual history, plus westerns, war movies, film noir, screwball comedies, horror, pretty much anything you can think of.

#star trek ds9 #ds9 #star trek #star trek deep space nine #deep space nine #deep space 9 #star trek deep space 9 #ask me stuff #ask me anything #tv writing

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morallyinept · 9 months

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A list of all my favourite EZRA Fic Recs, with the writers tagged. Includes fics I am currently reading/want to read.

PART 7

Please show some love to the writers by re-blogging and commenting on their work. 🖤

⚠️ Please ensure you check the triggers/warnings etc... on the stories themselves as some of them may not be suitable to your own particular tastes.

Where Do I Belong Series - @fave-fanfic-for-now Featuring Din Djarin

Untouched - @waywardodysseys Virgin!Reader

Fly Away With You - @clonecaptains

Bad Decisions - @alwritey-aphrodite Road Trip AU

Yours Is The Light - @bee-dameron GN!Reader

Penmanship - @blueeyesatnight Soulmates AU

Hayloft Series - @fandom-blackhole

A Kiss Of Light: The Woodmere Estate Series - @hdlynnslibrary Gothic Romance AU

Together Wing To Wing - @hearts-hunger Ezra & Cee (Platonic)

Dancing With Your Ghost - @javier-djarin Great Gatsby AU

Emerald Gates - @jedifarmerr AFAB!Reader Peaky Blinders AU

Less The Horror Than The Grace - @mourningbirds1 Ezra x Medusa

Bioshock Infinite - @prideandpascal AU Ezra

Winter Moon, Part 2 & Part 3 - @rae-gar-targaryen

A Different Kind Of Rush - @secretpajamas

Sexus, Ars, Amor - @wardenparker Featuring Marcus Pike

The Folklore Fancier Of The Fathomless - @theredwritingwitch Faun!Ezra Featuring Pero Tovar

In Every Lifetime - @xdaddysprincessxx Demon!Ezra

Space Is A Harsh Mistress Series - @engineeredfiction AU Ezra

Fuse & Pakalat - @marisferasiop Featuring Din Djarin

Sweet Creature - @xdaddysprincessxx Vamp!Ezra SW!F!Reader

Gravity - @insomniamamma

The Pit - @morallyinept Dark

Kinktober 2023 Day 2 Titfucking & Breath Play - @palioom

Kinktober Camming - @ghostofaboy M!Reader

Transplant Part 1, Part 2 & Part 3 - @marisferasiop Featuring Joel Miller

Dulia - @sp00kymulderr GN!Reader

Dream Within A Dream - @gasolinerainbowpuddles Incubus!Ezra

Lucida Sidera Series - @sp00kymulderr

Hue - @goodwithcheese

Kill Shot Series - @magpiepills

In The Aviary - @gasolinerainbowpuddles

Sweets For My Sweet; Sweets From My Sweet - @tinytinymenace

Stars - @ladamedusoif GN!Reader

Delectable - @mandosmistress

Starlight Series - @guess-my-next-obsession Faerie!Ezra

The Trembling Willows - @sp00kymulderr

Lost, Only To Be Found - @all-the-things-2020 TLOU Crossover

Devour (The Entire Universe) - @frannyzooey

Cross My Heart - @brandyllyn

Floating In Space - @0celesteisthebest0

Zenith - @sp00kymulderr

A Baker's Dozen - Ezra - @avastrasposts

Incomplete - @alwaysmicado

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kovaipaavai · 1 year

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Muzhumadhiyin Pirainilavu

Kaanchi was celebrating their prince's return. Parakesari Aditya Karikalan had slain the Rashtrakoota king Amoghavarsha and had avenged his grand uncle's death at Thakkolam. The mighty sword of the Chola kingdom was returning home in victory and if that was not a significant cause for celebration , the young tiger , Arunmozhi was hastening to Kaanchi to welcome his brother and celebrate with the people.

All of Kaanchi was rejoicing , except for one person . All of Kaanchi was rejoicing , except for her mistress. Nandini Devi was fighting a migraine and severe irritation towards her idiot in law , who left no occasion to barge in on Kaanchi and provoke Vaanathi , the little moon of Kaanchi who was sister and daughter rolled into one.

Aditya and Nandini had known that they were going to be childless. Second chances in a kaalachakkaram seldom happened without sacrifices and Soodhani had demanded that they sacrifice their progeny and vamsakulam for a chance at forgiveness and life together and they had acquiesced. Just when they had reconciled themselves to Soodhani's harsh punishment , her benevolent grace bestowed Vaanathi into their care .

Their first days had been anything but calm . Vaanathi hated anything to do with the other members of the family and had thrown a tantrum worthy of royal brat when she had been introduced into Arunmozhi's circle. Full of simmering rage and quiet sorrow , Vaanathi had done everything she could to drive the young prince away even as the grand dames of Pazhaiyarai joked about childhood love and early marriage. Caught between brother and ward , past memories and current dilemma , Aditya and Nandini had been clueless about their next steps until the distant rumbles of war shifted their base to Kaanchi.

Days at Kaanchi were anything but peaceful , but there had been a sense of security , content and peace within the fort walls . That too had ended abruptly with the arrival of Arunmozhi and his unwanted chaotic courtship of their darling. It started when Arunmozhi had requested a message from Vaanathi for her beloved uncle enroute to Eezham. Soon , messages were flying back and forth between the southern coastlines , with the prince flying into fury and panic if any of his messages went unanswered but choosing not to answer pointed questions Nandini or her husband had asked of his intentions.

When an irritated Vaanathi had resorted to single line replies , the messages had been replaced by extravagant gifts. The softest silks , whitest pearls and ivory laid combs seemed more like appeasements than symbols of affection and their arrival had only stopped when her husband had indicated to his brother that those tokens were being donated and sold off to raise money for the karungalpani of the surrounding temples.

Despite these outwardly gestures of rejection , Vaanathi seemed to have feelings for Arunmozhi and the depth of those feelings had been exposed when Nandini's maternal family had requested an appointment to appraise her of mutual affection between Kuzhali and her brother-in-law. That night , they had found Vaanathi crying out in agony and pain , waves and waves of untold misery and unspoken grief washing upon her despite the comfort of Nandini's words and assurance of Aditya's arms.

Within the safe space of their chambers , their kanmani had broken down and finally revealed about her continued and wretched existence within the Kaalachakkaram. Her unsuccessful pursuit of love , the ensuing heartbreak , the unrelenting cruelty of her husband's silences whichhad caused Vaanathi to block her heart in this life ; Arunmozhi's cryptic messages and gifts that had yet again lead her to open her heart up , only for a cruel slap to land in the form of Kuzhali's alliance. Her last attempt at evading love had failed and the heaviness of unacknowledged and unrecognized feelings caused their crescent moon unrelenting pain.

Vaanathi's revelation had left them seething and angry. It had taken Aditya and Nandini centuries of prayers for a chance at a new beginning, and here was their kin carelessly squandering away Emperumaan's benevolence and unconditional love. As Vaanathi sobbed her way to sleep that night , Nandini and Aditya made a solemn vow to give their darling reprieve from pain and guard her from the thorns of Arunmozhi's shadow.

It was this promise that was causing Nandini an unmitigated migraine. Arunmozhi was coming to Kaanchi and protocol mandated Vaanathi's presence despite their promise to guard her from heartache. Nandini was pained by Vaanathi's descent into grief and so was the object of her desire , if his sorrowful glances were proof worth going by.

Accompanied by Panchavan Mahadevi and Kuzhali , Arunmozhi had descended upon Kaanchi and had sent Vaanathi into hiding. While his handsome presence , constant cheer and overt friendliness encouraged other women to present their suit , Ponni's son continued to look for his idhaya raani , eyes gazing at her with deep love and longing and something akin to worship during the few glimpses he had of her at the temple each morning.

Dreading yet another repeat of longing eyes and mournful gazes Nandini had confronted her brother-in-law a week later, only to be at the receiving end of a truly perplexing conversation about Sivaperuman's second chances and Kannapiraan's blessings of love interspersed by love confessions to Vaanathi and fervent denial of a relationship with Kuzhali .

Arunmozhi vowed that he loved no other than Vaanathi and blamed ignorance and suspicions for centuries of misery and mistreatment. He had begged the gods for a last chance , praying to any deity who would listen, only to be rewarded by his beloved's indifference. The sincere confession of his past mistakes and fervent assurance of Vaanathi's happiness moved Nandini enough to respond thus :

"Maithunare , kaadhal velipadutha vendiyathu. Sollal , Seyalal appattamaaga velipadutha vendiyathu. Kaadhal nambappada vendiyathu , potrapada vendiyadhu , edhuthu theriya vendiyathu . Thangilin sandhegamum , mounamum en kanmanyin idhayathai kurudakkivittana.

Samudrakumariyin ellai meeralgalukkum , panchavan deviyin elanam mirka sorkalukkum neenagal kurudagivittadhal , en kanmaniyin kaadhal oomaiyaagi vittadhu. Ungal kaadhalai appattamaaga velipaduthungal , adhu vazhiyil irukkum innal , thandagal ellavatraiyum murikkum arumarundhaaga maarum".

Arunmozhi followed her advice to the T. In the days that followed , he made a public vow to stay monogamous , in a move reminiscent of Aditya. He then negotiated a betrothal for Panchavan Mahadevi with the next unmarried prince in line to the throne , only to turn around and bequeath the said throne to Kandaradithar's line. A public rejection of Kuzhali's affection soon followed , with Arunmozhi stopping her cousin from shadowing him. In a decisive tone , much like that of her beloved husband , Arunmozhi had denied all feelings but friendship towards Kuzhali and vowed to marry Vaanathi and no other.

Her crescent moon had smiled that day. Nandini had seen such joy and love in her kanmani's countenance that it had reminded her of the beautiful moon on a Chitra Pournami night. Vaanathi's journey of love had began but had a long way to go. Centuries of hurt were seldom undone by a single gesture , but the overt glances , entwined hands and secret embraces she and Aditya had interrupted in the last few days indicated that her pseudo daughter and her idiot brother in law were well on the way of a fully healed , emotionally fulfilling journey of love.

Content and happy , Nandini sighed and leaned against the mandapam wall , only to be surrounded by her thevar's embrace and blanket of love. As she turned around to kiss his heart , his embrace tightened and she couldn't help but remark " Thevare , nam vaanathaiyin mugathai paartheera ? kaadhalin poorippil nam kuzhandhaiyin azhagu pallayiram madangu koodivitadhu allava" . Aditya hugged her tighter , sniffed her jasmine scented hair and laughingly remarked " Aam Devi , en muzhumadhiyin pirainilavu , ippothellam kollai azhagaathan therigirathu"

#ponniyin selvan #vaanathi #arunmozhi #fan fiction #parallel universe #nandini #aditya karikalan

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pixelmensupremacy · 8 months

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Day 1

𝘈𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢: 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘴, 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘝𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘦: 4.2𝘬 𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴: 𝘸𝘭𝘸, 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘯𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺

An unusual silence had fallen upon the desolate castle, for its residents were absent except for one of the unlucky maids burdened with the task of cleaning the ginormous building: an audible exhale left her parted lips, breaking the unnerving silence as she carefully reached for the crystal chandelier. Bright light ricocheted off the numerous glassy ornaments, illuminating her face with all of its charms and as well as flaws that appeared more prominent with each tiring day. Varying colorful rays danced as the duster probed through the curtain of skillfully carved crystals, the maid's head tilted slightly and she caught her bottom lip between her teeth as every fraction of her attention was focused on getting rid of every single particle of dust. Yet her thoughts seemed to drift off somewhere else soon after, leaving her mindlessly observing the brown feathers and how their every move seemed so effortless, so elegant, caressing the flawless shape of every single ornament they came in contact with. At once the feathers took the form of a classy, yet daring dress that hugged every curve of the voluptuous crystals, leaving no opportunity for a train of exiting assumptions and obscure fantasies; before she could realize it, the maid was once again ensnared into the trap that was her own imagination, drawing her back to the one though that she could never truly escape from despite her tireless efforts. An abrupt creak forcefully brought her to the present moment as she felt the wooden ladder sway underneath her, the duster fell to the floor with a click echoing across the huge space of the main hall.

Familiar laughter rang across the room: tingling sensation flooded the maid's ears with equal parts upheaval and exhilaration at the sound of her name floating about the gloomy air akin to the alluring, mystifying song of a siren, anchoring her next pray. A rush of blood traveled up her face. bringing an awkward sense of heat to her cheeks; her hands clasped around the wooden steps, in a failed attempt to retrieve her balance. She yelped; the raven skirt of her dress puffed- akin to an umbrella- with the air that failed to prevent the maid's inevitable fall to the shy flooring. The few seconds that took for her body to collide with the stone-cold marble felt prolonged just enough for her to contemplate and to surrender to her fate, yet the expected harsh landing never arrived and instead she was enveloped in a soft warm embrace of a gentle hold. Is this what it feels like to be on the other side?

Reluctantly, she fluttered her eyes open only to be met with the notional, snow-white silhouette of numinous yet unsettlingly recognizable angel: greyish irises bore night into her (E/C) ones an amber spark shone in the dark sea of blue and grey hues that danced around the pits of dilated pupils. The maid's heart thumped against her ribs. Her mouth fell open, allowing for an unexpected gasp to roll down her parted lips; her guardian angel was no other than the Lady herself.

"You have to be more careful, dear. I wouldn't fancy to have your gorgeous face splattered on the floor.” Heat rose to the maid's sides once again; her body was stiffened and even if she would like to, she couldn't move even a muscle. Her heels clicked as they came in contact with the marble, still her fingers were dug into the silky fabric of the Lady's emblematic, pearly white dress, for (Y/N)'s legs were too wobbly for her to trust them with supporting the weight of her body. Worry was woven in the silver of her irises, vainly masking it with her prideful smile that never failed to make the maid’s heart skip a beat.

"My sincere apologies mistress.” Her head sank as her gaze shied away from the intense one of the Lady.

"No need to apologize dear, though you could redeem yourself. In fact, I was just looking for you.” A rush of hope brought a smile to her face, further encouraging her to face her mistress. "A warm bath would suit me well." She added, now the charming smile fell in conjunction with the amicable spark in her eyes.

"I'll have it prepared right away.” Only then did (Y/N) let go of the Lady's sleeves, the creases formed in result of her strong grip caught her eye- now she had one more job to worry about, yet the though didn't pester her mind for long, for she immediately busied herself with her current task and did so with a joyful grin on her lips and a catchy melody in her mind that she couldn't help but hum to herself as the rushed to the Lady's private chambers.

In between equal intervals, her heels clicked atop the floor with each and every step she took; the sound was akin to a beat of a lively song, accompanied by her melodic humming of a tune that sounded in her mind much like a radio that was only at her disposal. Walking around the corner, (Y/N) couldn't help but take a few moments to appreciate the fine details that decorated the pale walls and doors, the shiny vine-like shapes slithered up the tall space, covering it with sparkling gold that contrasted the snow-white paint underneath- the Dimitrescus definitely had a taste for the fine things in life. She let out a sigh, the maid twirled with her hands reaching out in the opposite direction feeling the gentle breeze of the air, crashing against her limbs. The woman was lost in a state of dreaming, to a point where she almost forgot what her duty was. With another heavier exhale, she forced herself back to the present and entered the bathroom.

Wasting no more time, the maid turned the faucet on and put her hand under the water flow in order to make sure the water was the right temperature: mindlessly, she observed the movement of the liquid and how it ran down her palm and fingers leaving behind warm wet paths that joined into a single, larger stream that much like a waterfall flowed to the ginormous bathtub. Noting the slow pace at which the water level roused, (Y/N) knew she was in for a long wait. Her gaze wandered the narrow space, in search for any activity to keep her busy; then in the corner of the room, she noticed a bunch of tall white candies. At the sight of them, she was suddenly reminded of the Lady's distinct preference, one that somehow managed to escape her mind. The maid sprung up and reached for them; thoughtfully, the scanned the room, contemplating the best positioning of the candles. With many rearrangements and many more inspections regarding the aesthetics, (Y/N) was finally pleased enough to light the wicks. A satisfied grin curled the corners of her lips as so did the warm fight of the candles. Despite the much brighter, silver light of the chandelier above her head her attention was anchored by the amber light of the flames that swayed back and forth in a fiery dance bewitching her with their beauty her (E/C) irises lingered down the slender forms of the candles so pale and flawless, yet warm and inviting due to the fire melting away their wax bodies slowly but surely melting. She felt her own heart melt as she struggled to fight back the associations and fantasies arousing in her mind just at this simple sight.

A clicking sound echoed in her ears, drawing her attention away from her daydreams and instead to the direction of the door, behind which was revealed the same silhouette that wandered her mind all day long. The snowy silk hugged the mistress’s every luscious curve and dip, flattering her already flawless form; the fabric shone under the soft candle light, adding a golden spark of warmth that felt intimate and comforting, even alluring to the maid. The Lady’s stood up in her full height, a single motion that occurred in a heartbeat, yet to (Y/N) it was prolonged, lasting minutes as her wandering gaze closely followed the blossoming of her mistress’s breathtaking beauty until her neck was hurting from craning backwards.

“Wouldn’t you turn of the faucet?” The Lady rose an eyebrow; she bit at her lip, in an attempt to prevent a smile from curling the corners of her mouth. Heat rose to the maid’s cheeks as she rushed to the bath that had finally reached the desired level in what seemed to be a record time. Alcina stood with her back to her, a wordless request for (Y/N) to valet her needs; the maid’s breath hitched once she climbed the ladder, meant for an occasion such as this one. Carefully, her fingers worked on undoing the Lady’s dress; ruffling of the fabric tingled her ears, her bashful gaze was glued on the fabric that slid down the valleys of pale flesh in an ephemeral manner until it became a pool of what appeared to be a snowy sheet, covering the Lady’s feet. Just as majestically, Alcina stepped out of her clothing before she disregarded the dress with her foot; behind her, (Y/N) let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding once she took a glimpse of the mistress’s lingerie. Delicate raven lace hugged her curves all the while the dark color of the fabric contrasted the snowy shade of her spotless flesh; it was a sight for sore eyes so much so the maid couldn’t bring herself to unclasp the floral patterns of the black bra, though she had no other option. Yet that grief was short lived and soon forgotten for the moment (Y/N)’s eyes fell on the Lady’s bare form her mind was cleared from any form of thought.

Silently, the maid stood in place, observing how her mistress sat in the tub, hiding her voluptuous body under the crystal-clear water; waves formed on the surface, causing the light to ricochet off the glassy surface in shiny rays akin to gems, still the true gem was beneath, a diamond brilliance that shone brighter than any other precious stone, daring to take over the spotlight. (Y/N) swallowed hard once she noted Alcina’s expecting gaze, boring into her; hurriedly, she climbed down this time trying her best not to fall. Embarrassment burned her sides at the memory of her clumsiness that were almost the reason for her doom, though the heat creeping up on her cheeks wasn’t only caused by said embarrassment. Reluctantly, she took the creamy bar of soap before she leaned over the tub; a duel of desire and dignity took place within the maid as she forced her wandering face to shy away from the impossibly alluring form of her mistress; it was a fight she was doomed to fail despite her best of efforts and how could she when the orbit of her deepest covets was right before her in her truest, most honest and bare form.

Soft splash resonated across the space as (Y/N) dipped the soap in the clear water; a cloud of milky white spread across the water, turning the water into a soft sheet of fog that covered the body of the mistress. Closely, the Lady observed the maid’s every move, an amber spark lit up the cobalt of her irises, bringing a faint sense of mischief, playfulness that rarely shone through, except for the occasions when she had set her eyes on something and she intended on achieving it. Her arm rose from the water, followed by a wave of soapy water that akin to a bubble covered her skin until it popped, causing water to splash out the tub as she rested her arm on the edge of the tub. Feigned gasp rolled down her crimson-colored lips at the sight of the splatters damping the sheer fabric of (Y/N)’s shirt; the maid’s head sank to her chest, noting how the wet fabric hugged her chest and revealed everything to be seen by the discreet, prying eyes of the Lady. The poor woman exhaled with exhaustion, for now she had to bear with the cool, uncomfortable sensation of drenched fabric clinging to her skin. Chills ran down her spine, though it wasn’t due to the water cooling on her chest but rather the intense gaze that bore into her; the ocean of gray and light blue hues was overshadowed by a golden spark that danced across the blackholes that were the dilated pupils of Alcina’s eyes. (Y/N) gulped under the intensity of the Lady’s gaze that could swallow her entire being hole. Slowly, the mistress arose from the spot she had leaned into as she brought her perfectly imperfect face closer to hers; she prompted her chin atop her palm, her glowing eyes never breaking contact with the (E/C) ones of the maid that stood frozen in place akin to a marble sculpture meant to entertain her mistress.

“What a pity.” Alcina slightly puckered her lips in a forced expression of compassion that acted as a veil to her true emotions. “I’m afraid you’ll have to take off this shirt dear, unless you want to catch a cold.” Her brow rose, enhancing the convincing look on her features.

“I think I can manage, there’s no need for You to worry. I will simply change.” The maid’s gaze shied away as a new wave of oblivious fantasies and hopes flooded her racing mind; heat crept on her sides as her heart thumped against her ribcage loud enough for the lady to hear.

“I suggest you take my advice. I wouldn’t fancy temporarily losing my best maid to a very preventable suffering.” The thick curtain of lashes fluttered as she tilted her head ever so slightly, lowering her face so the she was on the same eyelevel as the maid. Reluctantly, (Y/N) glanced at the wet shirt; countless thoughts roused in her mind both hopeful and skeptical. Was she just imagining it all? Or maybe she had in fact passed away earlier and all of this was just the fruit of her own fantasies, gently guiding her into the infinite world of light.

“But…” The maid uttered, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Please dear, I know what’s best for you.” (Y/N)’s cheeks got impossibly hot at the sensation of the Lady’s electrifying touch on her hand; her slender fingers kneaded circles of reassurance into the skin of the maid’s arm. Her breath hitched; an internal battle took place in her heart with one side of rational thinking encouraging her to retrieve, to not give in to a false sense of hope, while the other urged her to let loose, listen to the inner calling that was the primal desire she had fallen captive to for so long. Despite her best of judgments, she couldn’t help but to consider even for a split second of what if felt to go with the flow, to coexist with her deepest covets in harmony without shame and regret. Whatever her mistress was suggesting, she couldn’t bring herself to say no to.

Her chest rose and lowered in an unnaturally rapid pace, for the seemingly hot air was suffocating her with its thickness; timidly, her fingers worked on undoing the moist rag that was her shirt. For a single moment (Y/N)’s unsure eyes met the Lady, though they were quick to shift the subject of their attention, for the sight of the mistress darting her tongue across her plump lips had the maid clenching her thighs together in an attempt to suppress the growing need within her. The wet fabric rolled down her form until it pooled on the ground followed by a loud plop that resonated across the space; bumps covered entire form once the air kissed her bare skin. Expectancy was evident in the grayish rings of Alcina’s sparkling eyes, her bottom lip was caught between her pearly teeth, the tips of her sharp canines dug into the soft flesh almost enough to tear the flesh. Suddenly, the maid felt restrained by the rest of her clothing with each passing second that only enhanced the covet she no longer could repress, nor ignore. So, her puffy skirt as well as her underwear followed that same fate of her shirt- disregarded on the bathroom floor, forgotten for the entirety of the moment (Y/N) had longed for ever since she laid eyes upon her mistress.

Carefully, the maid dipped her left foot all the while her hand held onto the side of the tub for balance; impatiently, Alcina offered her hand to the maid, which she gladly accepted. Cool fingers wrapped around the maid’s wrist, guiding her in the pool of pleasantly hot water; strong hands held her hips and positioned her to sit in the small, empty room between the Lady’s legs. Warmth enveloped her entire form for the water reached up to her neck, yet the sight unfolding right before her was what truly set ablaze the fire within her core; the soft, warm candle light kissed the worn features of the Lady’s pale skin, adding a golden shine to the creases on the corners of her charming smile. The flow of crimson strands fell down her shoulders akin to a raven creak with ever so shiny twinges of gold woven in the deep black; flames were dancing around the thin ring of mesmerizing fusion of faint blue and light gray hues until they drowned in the pits of pupils, blown wide.

“I’m afraid you wouldn’t be able to reach me from there, (Y/N).” Her every word dripped akin to honey on the maid’s racing heart; her ears warmed up at the sound of her name, rolling down the Lady’s lips in a melodic, entrancing manner that had her lightheaded. (Y/N)’s mind was a blank much like a canvas, ready to withhold the muse of artist; carefully though not reluctantly, she crawled towards her mistress, forming a sequence of waves around her moving form that came crashing with the smooth, pearly surface of the tub. Her (E/C) irises were anchored to the Lady’s breathtaking features, taking in the view she could only describe as a sight for sore eyes and quite rightfully so, for she couldn’t peel her gaze from Alcina, not even when she had to take the soap. She had fallen a victim to the Lady’s irresistible charm long ago, but now she couldn’t fight it- not that she wanted to. Drawn in- akin to a lost sailor to the magical, yet mystical song of a siren- the maid only got closer and closer until her arms brushed against the plush flesh of the mistress’ inner thighs; for a moment, she stopped, the last grain of her modesty shone through in attempt to stop her from going past a point of no return- a point she feared just as much as she sought after. The nudge within her only anchored her further, whilst her mind cried out in panic, begging her to retrieve; her indecisive eyes searched for the anticipating ones of the mistress only to be met with the luscious sight of her tongue coating her plump, crimson-colored lips with a sheet of saliva that shone under the soft candle light, a single action so obscene, yet so innocent that caused the last string within the maid to snap and unravel the web of pent-up desires.

Gentle spatter echoed in (Y/N)’s ears almost numbed by the loud sound of her heart thumping in her ears; darkness enveloped her sight as her body swayed forwards as if some extraterrestrial force was in control of her whole being and all that she had left was her heightened senses. Her mind went blank once her palms landed on the Lady’s luscious hips and her lips were met with the plump ones of her mistress; cool fingers slithered along the maid’s form with their claw-like nails trailing close after, leaving behind a faint burning sensation that tingled the maid’s brain in all the right places. She yelped once Alcina’s hands squeezed at her ass before lifting and seating her on her thigh; the maid moaned against the Lady’s lips as her clit was flush against the toned muscle of her lap, brushing ever so slightly under the impact of her strong grip that pulled her closer. The warmth of (Y/N)’s body was so welcoming and even alluring to the Lady, her flesh was velvety soft unlike any fabric she had worn and her hair was a gorgeous (H/C) that framed her pretty face in a flattering manner; her tiny form- flush against her own, larger one- fit her arms as if she had been molded after her embrace. The maid’s hands rested atop the mistress’ shoulders, balancing her weight, for her legs were no longer at her service or at least for as long as her nervous system was overwhelmed by the heavenly sensations she couldn’t even dream of. Each gentle rock, influenced by Alcina’s hands on her hips, brought a wave of inexplicable pleasure that flooded her entire body; the pattern of waves surfacing on the milky water, shifted with the growing pace of desperate rubbing.

Faint sting of pain tingled the Lady’s senses under the impact of (Y/N)’s nails, digging into her shoulders; her eyes were sealed shut, her bottom lip was caught between her teeth as she had begun moving on her own. The mistress bit back a smile at the sight of her dear maid, riding her lap like there was no tomorrow; leaning back, Alcina took pride in observing the maid’s worked up expression all the while she toyed with her ass, kneading and squeezing the skin with one hand, whilst the other arose from the milky water to meet the hardened bud of her bosom. A high-pitched moan ripped past (Y/N)’s lips at the sudden stimuli washing over her nerves, causing her to part her lips in an ‘o’ shape as numerous shaky pants along with soft whimpers rolled down her mouth soon after. Whether it was intentional or not, her knee brushed against Alcina’s folds, granting her the same pleasure; the bone of her kneecap pressed against the Lady’s bundle of nerves, bringing sweet friction that only enhanced the delight of the moment, though she kept her composure. Her features- as if she had been just a mere marble figure- twitched ever so slightly, her eyebrows were knitted together as she focused on showering her dear maid with all sorts of tingling sensations; she pinched at (Y/N)’s nipple and pulled at it gently all the while her hot mouth closed around the other one, ridding it of past negligence.

A knot began forming in the maid’s lower stomach; with each stroke of her hips, she grew confident in her desires. Slowly, her wandering fingers slithered down Alcina’s soft, voluptuous chest until they reached the hardened peaks; pulling away, the mistress shot her a stern look, yet she didn’t turn down her sudden outburst of boldness, in fact it was quite the opposite. Sitting up in the tub, the mistress leaned in the maid’s ear, where she trailed kisses along her collar and neck all the while she nibbled at the heated, moist skin with the occasional brush of the sharp canines across the velvety flesh. Her togue traced a wet, soppy line all the way up to (Y/N)’s jaw and ear, where Alcina softly whispered.

“You’re growing courageous, I see.” She chuckled in the maid’s ear, sending chills down her spine along with a wave of excitement that caused her walls to clench around nothing. “That’s my girl.” The mistress’ praise was all that it took to get (Y/N) to her oh so desired climax; a loud moan of her name rolled down the maid’s lips as her back arched, bringing her breasts flush against the ones of her mistress in an intimate connection of wet skins, rubbing against one another as she kept rocking her hips against the thigh of the Lady. The muscles of her abdomen spasmed as the knot in her belly unraveled into a hot mess of pleasure that had her seeing stars; beneath her the mistress guided her through her orgasm, supporting her weight and encouraging her to ride out her high. It was almost as if the pleasure of her beloved maid was a delight of its own kind that fed her own covets; despite the ever so slight brushing of (Y/N)’s knee against her throbbing clit, Alcina managed to suppress her needs for the time being and instead let the maid have that moment of oblivious delight.

Once the maid had come down from her high, she laid atop the pleasantly cool body of her mistress; the arms around her rising and falling chest put her at ease as she had finally caught her breath, loving fingers raked through her drenched locks. Silence had fallen upon the two women as they relished the simplicity of just being in each other’s embrace.

“I should tell you something.” Alcina spoke up, immediately anchoring the maid’s attention. “You’ve always been my favorite maid.” Sincerity was evident in her now soft blue gaze, warmth enveloped (Y/N)’s heart at the sound of words so meaningful and loving it was as if she was falling in love with her once again, yet now she knew it was requited. “I should also add that I am far from pleased with this bath.” The soft smile on (Y/N)’s froze for a split moment before she noticed the flicked of mischief in the Lady’s eyes.

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Reclamation - Prologue

CW - none Cut for length. Enjoy.

Hisui.

A land of extreme beauty and extreme harshness. A fickle mistress that provided and deprived at a whim. Those that did not respect her ways would find themselves in dire straits. Or worse.

This place, as harsh as it was, was still home to many people. Some had been born on this island and knew no other land. Others came from across the ocean and settled in hopes of finding a new life and learning of all Hisui had to offer.

Some had been forced to traverse time and space to settle here.

Warden Ingo sighed as a gentle breeze blew over the Coronet Highlands. The mountains usually carried a harsh chill from the frigid air drifting down from the peak. The seasonal shift between Spring and Summer offered a brief respite from this. It was one of the very few times that Ingo could shed his coat and bask in the sunshine. The leaves rustled a soft melody and the grass felt soft beneath him as he laid on the ground, his hat and coat folded and stacked neatly by his side. His eyes drifted closed and he began to let himself sink into the currents of dreams.

It had been a few years from his estimate. He couldn't be sure. The beginning was a blur as he struggled to adjust to this new location. He owed his life to the Pearl Clan. They did not have to take him in when they did. He was a stranger with strange clothes, a strange accent, and strange mannerisms. They could have very well cast him out into the cold. However Ingo found himself being treated as one of their own and eventually had the honor of becoming a warden to one of the noble pokémon It was a grand task that very few ever had the privilege of undertaking. These pokémon were sacred to the clans and deserved the greatest of respect.

When the Galaxy Expedition Team showed up, he once again found himself being valued for his skills. Commander Kamado wasted no time in recruiting him to train his people to use and interact with pokémon Irida allowed it on the condition that it did not interfere with his duties as Warden. He took up a role that felt all to familiar to him as he battled and coached the inexperienced recruits.

All in all, Ingo felt content. While the memories he lost still scratched at the edges of his awareness, he could not say his life was poor. He had a home, loved ones, and a general purpose. One could dream for more, but he felt little need to.

For now, Sneasler had been far more successful in her hunts and needed little to no aid in caring for her kits. The dojo saw fewer challengers due to the between season clean up and the preparations for the rainy season that usually rolled in with the summer heat. Ingo was not needed. Work would undoubtedly pile up on him later but for now it was a time for relaxation.

The sound of footsteps approaching yanked Ingo from his sleep. The wilds had conditioned him to react in such a way to such sounds. One could never know if a pokémon saw them as a potential meal or a bandit saw them as a potential target. It was a fool's game to assume one was ever completely safe. A game that Ingo had played many times. Thankfully only his clothing had paid the heavier price while he got away with few injuries. His own scars and the tattered tail of his coat were a constant reminder of harsher days.

Ingo scrambled upright to see Irida walking toward him. He was quick to rise to his feet and place his cap back atop his head. She was young but Ingo looked at Irida as his savior. She had made the decision to take him in. He knew there were nay-sayers that had pressured her to turn him away. He would forever be grateful to her for not listening to them and allowing him a chance to prove his worth. She was the leader of the Pearl Clan. His clan.

His home.

“Lady Irida! To what do I owe this visit?” Ingo called out to her. His eyes focused in the bright sunshine enough to realize that Irida's expression seemed uncertain. Somber even. Her steps were heavy as they carried her up the hill to his location.

“Lady Irida?” Ingo felt a tightness in his chest as Irida stopped just before him. Irida was not one to keep her gaze down. Her head was always held high with a look of steely determination. What had happened? Was someone hurt? Was someone dead? These were not rare occurrences but they were still heart wrenching all the same. Tragedy was not something one could get used to. Even in a land where it was all too common.

Irida was silent for a moment. Her eyes seemed resistant to meet Ingo's. Her mouth opened and closed a few times, unable to conjure the words she needed to say. The wind picked up. The rustling of leaves grew louder. The cacophony pulled Irida's quiet words to the wind but Ingo could hear what Irida said loud and clear.

He could not believe it. His eyes widened. He felt as if his chest would explode from how hard his heart started to pound. It took everything he had in him to keep himself upright as the world threatened to spin around him.

“W-What!?”

#wardenwrites #Warden Ingo #PLA #pokemon legends arceus #Ingo #Irida

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Rainy Dawg Radio's Favorite Albums of 2014

The Blawg Team got together and compiled their top five albums of 2014, ten years later.

Emi

Chuuwee, Trizz - Amerikka’s Most Blunted

One of my favorite rap albums ever, Chuuwee never got his limelight. Fun vocal interludes in between brilliant sampling and blunt, catchy verses.

Twin Peaks - Wild Onion

Good indie music from my middle school days.

Ariel Pink - Pom pom

I don’t care that he stormed the capitol.

(Editors note: Rainy Dawg Radio does not endorse the January 6th insurrection.)

Nicki Minaj - Pinkprint

Iconic, formative album. My sister had it on CD and put the foldout poster from the case on our wall.

Mac Demarco - Salad Days

Nobody can’t not like this one.

Sean

Lana Del Rey - Ultraviolence

Lana Del Rey embodies “the woman on the side” on her gothic Ultraviolence. Sex, money, and infidelity circulate the project as Lana channels a “mistress” persona on swirling Americana instrumentals.

FKA Twigs - LP1

On her debut LP1, FKA Twigs’ voice effortlessly glides across delicate, porcelain beats that sound like they could shatter at any given moment. Exploring themes of sexuality and devotion, Twig’s invites the listener to step into her world.

Aphex Twin - Syro

Richard D. James’ most intimate digital experiments come to life on Syro. Skittering breaks layered with acidic bass lines ricochet across the tracklist, creating a delightfully unpredictable listening experience. The project is peacefully brought to an end with the astounding closing track aisatsana [102].

Arca - Xen

Arca’s iconic debut Xen combines hazy synths and drum samples with dissonant acoustics. Through the harshness, Xen’s haunting beauty never ceases to shine through.

Tinariwen - Emmaar

The nomadic Taureg rock group made their triumphant return in 2014 with Emmaar after being displaced from Mali. Despite being recorded outside their homeland, Tinariwen makes no compromises on Emmaar; their smoldering lead guitars and resilient lyrics are as strong as ever.

k-murph

mitski - bury me at makeout creek

although the competition is steep, i believe bury me at makeout creek is mitski’s best. although i adore every mistki album, only this one has “last words of a shooting star”. and “francis forever”. and “i will”. and every song on the album. i rest my case.

hozier -hozier

hozier’s debut album will forever stand to me as one of the most enchanting projects of all time. his lyrical genius, beautiful vocals, and sheer force of mystical magical forest man-ness propel this album to the status of a forever classic. i love you hozier. i’m sorry i passed out in the pit of your seattle show four times.

TV girl- french exit

french exit has some of the most enjoyable production out of any album i’ve ever heard. every time i play “lovers rock” at the function, the crowd goes wild. guaranteed! also, apparently, this album was released on my 10th birthday! cool!

adrienne lenker, buck meek - a-sides

i love adrienne lenker more than maybe any other person on earth. the haunting beauty of this album is incredible. also b-sides. this kind of includes both, because i’m famously indecisive. i’ve always said i think adrienne lenker is the perfect artist for some good old-fashioned washington clouds and rain.

taylor swift - 1989

sue me. i simply cannot resist a little bit of sparkle and glitter and corny pop—plus, 1989 undoubtedly marked a cosmic shift in our universe. the impact of “blank space”, let alone this album, is undeniable.

Ben

Mitski - Bury Me At Makeout Creek

Had “Texas Reznikoff” not opened this album, it would still be my favorite album of 2014, but it does, so Bury Me At Makeout Creek is also one of my favorite albums of all time.

Pinata - Madlib/Freddie Gibbs

At fourteen or fifteen years old, you (I) discover an album that not only contains strictly songs you enjoy, but also makes you want to discover more music that sounds just like it. That was Pinata for me… also the production on “Knicks” is ridiculous. And “Shame.” “Robes” too. I’m constantly asking myself “how did he do that” in regards to Madlib’s work on this, but he’s not really reinventing the wheel or anything, it’s just like he woke up and decided to make the best beat you’ve ever heard seventeen times.

Black Kray - 700 Dagreez

I was very late to the Black Kray party but I’ve come to understand 700 Degreez as one of the best cloud rap projects ever released. No album released since has mingled lyrics about crying your eyes out and putting 28-inch rims on a NASCAR Chevy so seamlessly.

Black Messiah - D’Angelo

“Really Love” alone justifies this album at #4 to me…

How To Leave Town - Car Seat Headrest

Confession: I listened to How To Leave Town for the first time two weeks ago. However I’ve listened to “I Want You To Know That I'm Awake / I Hope That You're Asleep" enough since then to last me a lifetime, so I feel entitled to putting it on my list.

Parks

Ten years ago, American/UK album releases were a mess. Two albums stood out to me as being worthwhile… see below

Spoon- They Want My Soul

They Want My Soul is exactly what is to be expected from Spoon. It’s a solid record. “Rainy Taxi" and title track, "They Want My Soul" are standouts.

Les Claypool - Primus and The Chocolate Factory With the Fungi Ensemble

In a dark year for music, Les Claypool blessed us with his presence, if only for a moment. Primus and the Chocolate Factory with the Fungi Ensemble has exceptional instrumentation and is delightfully creepy.

Honorable Mentions:

The War on Drugs- Lost in the Dream: Great album, just not too familiar with it.

Tom Petty- Hypnotic Dream: Its a 2014 Tom Petty album.

Dishonorable Mention:

Pitbull- Globalization : Thank you dear Pitbull for defining my middle school experience.

Zola

Taylor Swift - 1989

Pop perfection. Perfectly emulates the vibes of the mid 2010’s. One of the first times I remember an album being everywhere. Had 6 singles, all of which achieved massive success, proving that Taylor swift was a crossover mastermind. Unfortunately she desecrated “Style” when rerecording it. Thank you mom for buying this on cd.

Lana Del Ray - Ultraviolence

A perfect follow up to 2012’s Born to die. Helped her usher in a new sound while still staying familiar to her roots. Almost featured Lou Reed.

Lorde - Pure heroine

While technically not released in 2014, nothing encapsulates the 2014 tumblr vibes than Pure Heroine. Lorde ran tumblr, she ran south park, and she ran the radio. It gets a spot on my 2014 list because I was genuinely obsessed with this album in 2014.

TV girl - French Exit.

TV girl’s debut album, which unfortunately did not catch on until tik tok got a hold of it. Featuring the ultra classic “lover’s rock”. The impact this album had on teenage girls in 2021 cannot be understated.

Tove lo - Queen of the clouds.

Stunning debut from Tove Lo. The album is a concept album split into three parts, “The Sex”, “The Love”, and “The Pain''. Overall a 2014 sleeper hit with some memorable bangers. One time “talking body” came on my sixth grade social studies pandora during class time, and I remember some random kid in my class singing along. On the plus side he's now a kicker on the Oregon State football team so maybe he was onto something. (#31)

tide2004

Flowers Taped to Pens - s/t

San Diego screamo. Very unique and influential sound. This album is one of the first screamo releases that I really got into a couple of years ago.

Machine Girl - WLFGRL

Electronic/digital hardcore from Long Island. My best friend Maddie and I listened to this album constantly the summer before I went to college (favorite tracks: “Krystle”, “Ghost”, and “Mg1”).

Alex G - DSU

My favorite Alex G album. I bought the CD last year and I have the lyric booklet up on my wall. When I saw him live he only played one song off it :/

OFF! - Wasted Years

Los Angeles hardcore punk. Ex Black Flag/Circle Jerks

Cuckoo - Magpie e.p.

Math rock from Hakodate, Japan. I love the guitar on this album so much. Really good staring out the window music, reminds me of taking the train down through California for the first time.

Pal

This took some research, because the music that I was listening to in 2014 consisted of “Fireflies” by Owl City, 1989 by Taylor Swift, the Weezer Christmas album, and that one U2 album that got downloaded onto everyone’s iPod. but looking back, there were some really great albums that year.

First and foremost, we have to talk about Mitski’s Bury Me at Makeout Creek. That album dosen’t have a bad song on it, and I can’t count how many times I’ve played it all the way through. “I Don’t Smok”e actually shatters my ribcage every time and so does “I Wil”l, and “Drunk Walk Home”, and “Townie”, and like every other song also. It’s incredible.

You’re Gonna Miss it All by Modern Baseball was a staple of my sophomore year of high school. It was written when the band was in college and realizing that they were going to be graduating soon and moving on with their lives. Coping with that feeling is a lot, and “Fine, Great” as well as “Your Graduation” will probably resonate with most people who feel like they’re losers in a small town.

Syro by Aphex Twin isn’t my favorite Aphex Twin album, but sometimes I put it on just to feel like I’m hanging out in one of those star nurseries the James Webb telescope keeps taking pictures of.

Alvvay’s self titled is the perfect thing to throw on to get some good old fashioned pining in. It’s indie/dream pop sound is light enough to not make you too sad, but also not peppy enough to get your hopes up too high. Also, it just sounds amazing. I’d eat it and it would taste like caramel and strawberries maybe.

How to Leave Town by Carseat Headrest is one of CSH’s best albums in my opinion. It’s more electronic and the themes of teenage romance in their earlier stuff fade more into adult uncertainty.

Too Bright by Perfume Genius is what I think of when I think 2014. I remember my dad playing Queen in the car on the way back from summer camp. Looking back on it, the album's emotional explosion of empowerment, queerness, drag, and radical self-acceptance is incredibly powerful, and I will definitely be playing it more.

Steven Neff

La Dispute - Rooms of the House

One of my favorite albums ever. I revisit this album so regularly so I can practice my cold hard scowl while walking home from class in pouring rain. Woman (In mirror) is genuinely a perfect song.

Adrianne Lenker + Buck Meek - B-Sides

The pinnacle of absolutely crushing acoustic singer-songwriter projects. It is incredible to think that this project is now ten years old considering Big Thief’s increase in cultural relevance. This was before Big Thief was formed as a band and a year before the two got married as well which you can just feel that emotion in this project. I weirdly like the B-Sides far more than I like A-Sides.

Car Seat Headrest - How To Leave Town

Will Toledo. Man. I believe that he claims that How to Leave Town is just a compilation album of stuff that he was working on around the time but you would never tell. “The Ending of Dramamine” and “Hey, Space Cadet” are in the running for my favorite opener and closer to an album genuinely ever.

Modern Baseball - You’re Going To Miss It All

Nostalgia packed up into thirty mins of angst. The quintessential midwest emo album. Timeless. I can sing the entire album from front to back without missing a single word.

Freddie Gibbs, Madlib -Pinata

Not a single skip all the way through. Madlib masterclass as always making it real easy for Freddie Gibbs to do what he does best. “Deeper” is such a good song and easily my favorite Gibbs song ever.

Sofia

Dean Blunt - Black Metal

Mix of alternative/indie and Americana, among other things, that really works when you’re trying to pass time. I first got into this album over the summer when I heard “100” for the first time on vacation – big fan of “HUSH” because of the jazz kind of thing it’s got going on. I also like the way Dean Blunt uses samples in this album; he samples “Over Your Shoulder” by the Pastels in “100” and “For You” by Big Star in “LUSH”, both of which work really well.

Whirr, Nothing - Whirr & Nothing (Split Version)

Noisy and heavy shoegaze/rock split EP. Listened to this EP a lot over the summer lying in bed and counting down the days until I could leave town and come back to school… My favorite song is “Chloroform” by Nothing because it does a quiet-loud-quiet thing that I love.

Brian Jonestown Massacre - Revelation

Dense, long shoegazey psychedelic rock album. The title track (“Vad Hände Med Dem?”) is sung in Swedish. I listened to this album on the ferry from Seattle to Bainbridge Island on a stormy day, which is exactly what it calls for, I think. When I put this album on I skip “Duck and Cover” because it scares the fuck out of me.

Alex G - DSU

Another album that’s great for summer listening. Alex G’s high-pitched voice works really well with the twangy guitar and piano. The lyrics to the tracks on this album are enigmatic as ever, with a bunch of sentimental/emotional lines (“I love you, Harvey, I don’t care” in “Harvey”, for example). Seeing “Sorry" live during his acoustic Seattle show changed my life fall quarter freshman year.

Mac DeMarco - Salad Days

This album is mostly on my list for nostalgia – I did a decent amount of listening to this sophomore year of high school, and I feel like this is the type of music, that lazy-day mix between melancholia and indie guitar. Even though “Chamber of Reflection” got beat to death a few years ago, I still think it holds up, although I’d say my favorites are the first three tracks (so “Salad Days,” “Blue Boy,” and “Brother”). Recorded in Mac DeMarco’s Brooklyn apartment!

Dawson

Aphex Twin - Syro

Slightly less game changing compared to 30 years ago, Aphex Twin’s Syro shows the continuation of his sound. While hits like “180db” grow popular on social media, ambient songs like “aisaitsana”appeal even to audiences not interested in electronic music as a whole.

Machine Girl - Wlfgrl

While in my opinion Wlfgrl is significantly overrated by fans compared to the rest of Machine Girl’s discography, it still shines through as a beautiful album. Their debut on streaming services, this album continues to draw in new fans more than recent works, and esoteric sampling introduces fans to various other niche works such as “The Machine Girl” and “Ginger Claps.”

Joy Again - Forever

No longer named Forever Lesbians, the debut album by Joy Again remains an homage to their former name. A mix of intriguing instrumental tracks and melancholy hits, Forever’s 30 song, 1 hour 17 minute runtime makes current Joy Again fans jealous with its length. The combined length of Joy Agains entire discography since 2014 is less than the length of Forever.

PUP - Self Titled

PUP’s self titled album still hits hard today, despite its 10 year age. Hits like “Reservoir” and “Factories” are a clear demonstration of the talent the band has - vocalist Stefan Babcock’s grandmother’s comment about a “pathetic use of potential” (resulting in the name of the band) are easily proven wrong on this record.

Death’s Dynamic Shroud - NEON GENESIS EVANGELIS

A precursor to their 2015 hit I’ll Try Living Like This, NEON GENESIS EVANGELIS is a must listen for fans of the band. The song “CD Player” is an earlier version of the much more popular song “CD Player, Pt. III”, my personal favorite, “Strange Scenery” creates beautiful soundscapes that almost evoke imagery of the aforementioned strange scenery.

Skyler

(In no particular order)

Kagayaki - Masakatsu Takagi One of my favorite albums of all time. Pure joy for the entire runtime, Masakatsu Takagi’s ear for contemporary classical composing on top of sonically effervescent soundscapes is genuinely so beautiful. I’ve cried to this album –I wanna say, like– 10 times over. His ongoing Marginalia series continues the grounded, blissful tones that Kagayaki started and I couldn’t be happier.

N****s On The Moon: The Powers That B Disc 1 - Death Grips

Conversely, the first half of what would be a completed The Powers That B is composed in what’s nearly an opposite direction to Kagayaki. Compared to their other works, it’s easily overlooked (and while I can absolutely understand why), N****s On The Moon’s dynamic, Björk-fuelled brutalist production and harsh lyricism is such a good time.

You’re Dead! - Flying Lotus

Really incredible hip-hop/jazz-fusion record by Flying Lotus. I remember being given a hand-me-down of this record on vinyl (along top of a fresh copy of his 2010 LP Cosmogramma around 2016, thank you Nolan) and just gawking at the interior artwork while listening to “Tesla.” Really incredible stuff.

Three Love Songs - Ricky Eat Acid

BANGER AFTER BANGER AFTER BANGER. Ricky Eat Acid’s Three Love Songs is in a similar breadth to that of Takagi’s Kagayaki in its minimalist, earthy tones with tracks like “Big Man’s Last Trip Outside” to the grand orchestral airy vocalizations on “I Can Hear Breaking As One,” all accompanied by rounding Moog synths. Sounds like the word “honeycrisp.”

Gray Data - Five Star Hotel

Bombastic harsh noise with gripping discordant beats, Gray Data’s expansion on hardcore EDM means so, so much to me. Incredibly funny and inventive use of sampling (thinking of the siren on “Outside Solaris”). Hypnotic and migraine inducing in the best way possible.

Honorable Mentions: Swans - To Be Kind; Sun Kill Moon - Mom, Benji

Willow Goetting

BLAWG 2014 top albums

Machine Girl - WOLFGRL (2014) (Electronic/breakcore)

Machine Girl is one of the most iconic alternative electronic artists to come out of the 2010s, and has had a large influence on the rise of ‘hyperpop’ and similar genres. WOLFGRL is a favorite of mine not only because of its impeccable tracklist, but also because it heavily features samples from Ginger Snaps (2000). Top tracks: “Frenesi (Machine Girl GabberTrap Mix)”, “Mg1”, and “Out by 16, Dead on the Scene”.

Waveless - Waveless EP (originally released 2014 on BandCamp–says 2017 on Spotify but IDC) (Shoegaze)

The first song on this album is one of my favorite shoegaze songs of all time, and the whole EP is an incredible release. I am pretty sure the band is long gone and broken up now, but it's been a favorite of mine this winter. Top tracks: “Nausea (song for Proski)”, “UPCLOSE/UNCLEAR.”

Alex G - DSU (2014) (Indie rock)

DSU still goes down as one of Alex G’s best albums to date–a perfect follow up to the 2012 release TRICK. It also features a re-recording of the demo “After Ur Gone”, which definitely still recirculates on Spotify as a favorite pick of the rampant ‘alex g archive’ accounts. Top Tracks: “Serpent is Lord”, “Axesteel” and “Harvey”.

Mac Demarco - Salad Days(2014) (Indie/synthpop)

Salad Days planted the seed for the explosion of indie artists from 2014 onwards, with his style still inspiring so many acts coming out today. I still hear “Chamber of Reflection” playing in coffee shops to this very day. Top track: “Treat Her Better.”

Jessica Lea Mayfield - Make My Head Sing…(2014) (Singer-songwriter)

Very sweet and lovely springtime music for when I need some easy listening. I listened to it a lot when I was about to roadtrip to Montana last May, so it holds a very special place in my heart. Top tracks: “Seein* Starz” and “Standing in the Sun.”

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