no such thing as an original sin

the others will wonder why he's given up.

they'll end up wondering where she is, too.

none of that is important, though. not in the grand scheme of things. the entity may even frown upon him abandoning the pursuit, denying her of a sacrifice, but this is something much better. something he's been waiting on for ages, something that if handled correctly will be beneficial for everyone.

lips twitch into the ghost of a smile when kalma says his name. he can hear the shake in her voice, the questions, and finally he steps out from the trees. normally she'd be trying to run — that's part of their game, the way she always bolts like a deer from a hunter. there's nothing of the sort this time.

“ you're not looking too good, pretty girl, ” adam hums, blue eyes flickering from her flushed face to the arm clutched against her stomach. he steps closer to her ; he doesn't miss it, the way her pupils dilate and she doesn't flinch away. the signs, already there. kalma needs him, regardless of whether or not she knows it.

"what's happening to me?"

she tries to make it a challenge, not a plea. an echo. she can't break eye contact, hypnotized by the slowly dwindling blue of his eyes. he's looked at her like prey before. like he wants to devour her. like he wants to fuck her. it's never been quite like this. she swallows, gathers what remains of her wits. she's sick. that's all. she doesn't have the energy for his mind games.

"what, not just going to put me out of my misery?"

she doesn't bother to gesture at the switchblade, held between them like a promise. she's too fevered to fight, to run. she'd fall if she tried.

(fall at his feet, where he could mount her from behind, his weight pressing her to the ground, the grind of his hips--)

CW: VERY NSFW! contains potentially uncomfortable kinks like bondage, cum play, knife play, sensation play, etc. feel free to combine prompts & change pronouns/descriptors as needed. put under a read more for viewing safety, & it’s also rather lengthy as well. written from the perspective of the sender — ‘my muse’ = sender, ‘your muse’ = receiver. !!! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !!!

she  knows  what  she's  doing to him. there's no doubt about it.

 kalma  takes  pride  in  it,  making  the  prince  want  her  this  badly,  this  desperately.  the  truth  of  the  matter  though  is  that  adam  would  not  have  it  any  other  way  ;  kalma  isn't  like  the  other  ones,  the  ones  that  his  father  always  tried  to  throw  at  him.  aveyon's  mentality  about  presentation  is  different  though  than  the  empire's.  there's  a  lot  of  things  wrong  with  the  empire,  but  this  one  —  the  opinion  that  presentation  isn't  important,  that  actions  are  what  speaks  for  you  —  is  one  that  adam  can  get  behind  wholeheartedly.

proof  in  point?  the  fact  that  kalma  is  the  one  in  heat  right  now,  yet  she's  still  entirely  in  charge  of  this  situation.  the  prince  is  not  allowed  to  fuck  her  until  she  says  so,  a  fact  that  grows  more  and  more  difficult  the  longer  he's  around  her.  it's  a  primal  urge,  the  one  to  just  bend  her  over  and  take  what  he  wants,  but  adam's  ignoring  it.  he's  a  good  boy,  after  all.  he  will  not  disobey  her,  even  if  being  left  to  simply  eat  her  out,  to  breathe  in  her  scent,  does  have  him  whining  and  rutting  their  bed  like  a  pathetic  animal,  desperate  to  get  relief  and  friction  wherever  the  hell  he  can.

kalma tarkin has the prince of aveyon  whipped. always doing whatever the hell she wants, whatever she asks of him.  

adam was a breath of fresh air on his backwards planet. eager to please, even like this, when she knows in the back of her mind that every inch of her body is begging to be bent and taken and bred. for now, she drowns him in her scent, marking him as surely as the scarred bite on her throat. mine, mine, mine.

she throws her head back as he groans against her core, hips stuttering. tightens her grip on his hair and pulls until he looks up at her with unfocused eyes. whether he's high on her pheromones, still coming down from his orgasm, or both--he's beautiful, slick still dripping from his lips.

"that was supposed to be for me," she not-quite-pouts, the playfully derogatory edge still there. it's not a tone she normally takes. heat is making her--needy. greedy. but she's wild with her fever, confident in his submission. for a moment, she's almost distracted, not sure whether she wants his tongue back on her or to force him to his knees beside the bed while she gets a toy to do what he didn't--

her breath catches. holding in a high whine at the thought. maybe her body has made the decision for her, the better decision. why rely on an aid when the real thing will do anything for her forgiveness? instead, she turns her grip on his hair into a tug, urging him up her body.

"alpha."

CW: VERY NSFW! contains potentially uncomfortable kinks like bondage, cum play, knife play, sensation play, etc. feel free to combine prompts & change pronouns/descriptors as needed. put under a read more for viewing safety, & it’s also rather lengthy as well. written from the perspective of the sender — ‘my muse’ = sender, ‘your muse’ = receiver. !!! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !!!

“Too bad, [NAME]. You’re stuck with me”

“It kills me to imagine you with anyone else.”

“You’re mine.”

“I’m not the jealous type, but what’s mine is mine.”

“Touch them and I’ll break your neck.”

“No one would hurt you again, or I’d kill them.”

“I could keep you safe, they’re all afraid of me.”

“This isn’t love, it’s obsession.”

“I will be good to you, [NAME]. I will protect you. You are mine.”

“You belong to me. Don’t forget this.”

“You don’t own me.”

“You’re mine and I’m yours.”

“All I want is to keep you.”

“I just want to be yours.”

“I’m yours, and yours alone.”

“Nothing will take you from me. Not even death.”

“Better to destroy everything than surrender you.”

“I never craved attention until I tasted yours.”

“I’m jealous of all the people that can see you every day.”

“Me, jealous? Yes.”

“Don’t touch this! It’s mine.”

“I don’t like sharing.”

“I never said you could borrow my stuff.”

“Get your filthy hands away from this.”

“I’m not one to share what is mine.”

“Is this my shirt? I never said you could take it.”

“I’m not jealous of them!”

“They have everything I want.”

“I am jealous of everybody who is with you when I’m not.”

“You will do as I say.”

“No matter how much you hurt your feet trying to escape, no matter how far you’re trying to run, I will never let you go anywhere again.”

“In the end, all you want is to possess me.”

“The center of your attention is a very bad place to be.”

“I gave you an order.”

“I don’t own you, you just belong to me.”

“I admit that I am very possessive.”

“I can be controlling, yes.”

“I don’t belong to anyone.”

i’m always tired of seeing the cringiest sentence starters for smut so i’m back at it again kids. feel free to adjust sentences or specify who does the action. 

ACTIONS: 1. for one muse to give the other oral 2. to skinny dip with my muse 3. to shower with my muse 4. to take a hot bath with my muse 5. for sex in public 6. for sex in the car 7. to catch my muse naked 8. to undress my muse 9. for sparring to turn into sex 10. for an argument to turn into sex 11. for make up sex 12. for friends with benefits sex 13. to tie up my muse 14. to blindfold my muse 16. to make one muse watch the other masturbate 17. for a threesome (specify muses) 18. for one muse to wake the other by fingering them/giving a handjob 19. for one muse to deny the other orgasm 20. for angry sex  21. for break up sex 22. for sex after a near death experience  23. for after battle sex 24. for sex to get revenge on an ex 25. for one muse to give the other a lap dance or strip tease  26. to make my muse whimper 27. for one muse to take the other from behind 28. for sex against the wall 29. for sex on a table/counter/desk 30. for sex in a pool/hot tub 31. for one muse to choke the other 32. for rough sex  33. for our muses to try a new position 34. for our muses to try a new kink together 35. for one muse to use a toy on the other 36. for one muse to sit on the other’s face

There’s a bunch of these going around but here is yet another. Send me a number and letter combination and I will write up a starter with the corresponding gif as motivation.