*VENOMOUS / DIVINE.

EDITS OF MY SHIPS 001/???

like a tragic opera, hades watched as the emotions tightened across her face, concaving in on her chest as she listened, and absorbed the harsh realities he'd tried to hide from this world. despite all they'd built, he still didn't know how to open fully. withdrawing when he was scared, the light fading - but she coaxed it back out.

hungry, desperate, a yank of his clothes and she was upon him. a soft, whimpering yelp of pleasured pain sounded at her bite, and he squirmed, pressing into her and arching his back. her whisper against his ear, all breathy and soft and alluring, came as a surprise, and it wicked his breath away. shivers racked his body, trembling at each soft blow of enunciation. it was nearly impossible to focus on the words, to truly accept the weight of each confession of her own. like they were sinners in a church, laying out their indulgences and guilty pleasures. but it wasn't just their words betraying what happened in the darkness of deceit, but his body, too. every part of hades was in response to her, an activation of heat in his core firing, sending his pulse racing.

each grind of her hips against him, each brush of her fingers against his bare chest, each bruising kiss pecked against his body.... it all just weakened him more.

" i... " hades whole body shuddered, breath hitching against his ribs until he thought maybe he would suffocate. she loved him. not only that, but she loved him most. " oh, fuck, qian... " he growled, pulling her to him and showering her with a flurry of restless, gasping kisses. now it was his turn to be rubbing his hips helplessly to hers, small pants of air all he was able to manage. " i love you, too. more than measurable, i love you too, i- i'm sorry, and... fuck. "

he couldn't continue. hades was resorted to nothing but mortal man under her fingers, under her skilled gentle presses of her body and lips to him. it was so easy to forget how they all relied on him - none of it mattered in that moment. only her. qian, who was kissing him so needy, lips still sweet despite their swollen, reddened state. he sucked her lower lip between his teeth, moaning into the kiss before breaking it. holding her face to keep her from resorting to a hundred kisses, he stared at her, eyes focused and dark and glittering like polished onyx.

There was something addicting about the way he reacted to her. He was very honest with her, if only in this way, by how he groaned and pushed into her. He was just as needy as she was as they push down those feelings that have threatened to drown them both. Her hands are careful to detached from his waist, wrapping them around the arch in his back as if to keep him pressed against her while she littered him with scratches and the indent of her teeth across his shoulders, collarbone, and chest. She knows she shouldn't, how could she not? But she can't help it....she wants to weave her destruction against him until he had broken into a thousand pieces...just like her.

The weight of her honest confession hangs in the balance between them but he has been reeled into her admission of love. Something that scared her as much as the rest had frightened him. To give herself over to someone like this was extremely foreign to her. She had never uttered such things to anyone in her life because she was worried about what it would mean. To give herself to another, her heart and soul, when she didn't know how gently they would treat her felt nearly impossible....and yet she had told him.

Not only had she told him but he reacted so damn insane in return that she doesn't know what to say. He told her before that she had his heart and she admitted he had hers too......but to admit that she loves him and that he also loves her? She can't help the way she moans against his mouth with his hips pressed up to hers like that and, for a moment, she feels exactly what he means. How desperate he is for her...even if that cannot mesh with a life of his that he lives every day.

She is careful in the way her hands slide over his hips and press between them, her fingers gentle but insistent in the proof of their feelings as she drags them down the length of him and back again. She wants him to be as overwhelmed as her as she kisses him with abandoned, the soft ache of her lips is so damn welcome at this moment and she wants more of it. More. Always more.

She's stopped from more of her need, his fingers molding to the soft curve of her cheek as she looks deeply into those same hues that are looking to her. "I.......trust you." She murmurs after a moment, eyes dropping back down to his lips and to his face again. "I'll listen....I won't....force anything....you promise me so I believe it..." she wanted to cling onto that so fucking hard and never let go. It was the one thing that caused the tightness in her chest to expand enough to breathe.

"I love you so fucking much." She whispers, closing her eyes for a moment as if to absorb it. "Hades...fucking..please..."

" i would never give you up, if that's what you're scared of... " it was phrased almost as a question, rooted in surprise that she would possibly have a fear so severe. her presence in his life had become unable to replace, fully essential. he'd kept her such a closely guarded secret to himself, treated their arrangement like a fragile thing to be delicate with. no hard truths. and no transparency between his two worlds.

how long can a man continue to live with a foot rooted firmly in opposite places, his heart halfway across the world while his mind floated somewhere between. he needed her the way he needed air - and so he needed persephone not to find out. he doubted this as an option, and fear was a small, sickening tendril that stabbed at his heart.

" her father funds my brother's entire career, without him, he is nothing. her money got my other brother through college, and now he's an award winning marine biologist, working for persephone's father. " his voice had become slow, serious, and for a moment, the passion that held a crackle of tension in the room flickered. this was too much collision. he needed this to stop. " i don't - i don't want to talk about her. at all. ever. "

euphoria flooded him. in an instant, all the heat amped up again, his body alive to her touch. aware of every throb from her aggressive marking, hades resisted asking for more. " i'd.. do anything you asked... " the confession came slowly, and he buried himself into her, face consumed by hair and exposed skin dotted with angry violet blooms. " you want me to burn it down? destroy my entire family? i think i might. no, i would. that's what terrifies me. "

no one had ever held such power over him, not even his brothers. it made him shake, a shiver racking his spine despite the sweat that was pooling at the base of his neck. there was only there kiss, and his mumbled prayers of devotion, careful concessions made between desperate flurries. his body was pleading with her, begging for more but also for restraint. to preserve this magic, this world outside of reality.

It was what she was scared of. She doesn't say it but the emotion registers clearly on her face as she looks at him to take measure of his words, of what he is thinking. It was also the fact that he wanted to lie about it at all.....about this wife that keeps him far away from her most of the time. She always thought he had just been too busy but knowing this made her feel.....worse? Is that the word to say? She didn't doubt that he cared about her but she felt betrayed by his silence. By the way her chest had tightened when she saw those messages.

For a second he manages to give her a glimpse of insight into his life but just as it had come, he had shut it down. His family was too intertwined with his wife and there was no way for him to untangle himself. Which affirms to her that this someday he speaks of....she isn't sure it would ever really come. A worse thing to swallow, another tightened feeling in her chest that threatened to break her apart into little pieces.

Yet as she feels this her fingers are quick to finish unbuttoning that shirt which she pushes halfway down his arms now. The expanse of his shoulders now there for her to see and she leans down to dig her teeth into the soft flesh of his shoulder so that she, too, could leave behind the crescent marks of her teeth for just a moment, her fingers careful in the way they slide up his neck and back into his hair as he litters her wit kisses again. "I do want you to burn it all down to the ground." She whispers, pressing her lips against his ear so he can hear the way her breath catches with every word. "I want that as much as I want you...just you...mine...but how can I ask you when you're scared?"

A shuddering breath leaves her before their lips come together again and she is left without the ability to breathe. His lips were soft but unyielding, her fingers eventually leaving his hair again to carefully drag her nails into his skin of his chest until there were soft, puffy marks left behind as a proof that she was there until they reach his waist and she digs her nails into the flesh there. She likes every brush of their lips, the way his teeth are gentle as they pull against her lip and she can't help but to follow him.

Another series of kisses because she was addicted to him, her hips grinding downwards again. "I don't.......care about them. If I had you...that was all I would care about. That's all I....care about now, I guess." She answers honestly, dark hues looking at him. "I.....have never wanted more out of someone I've had this arrangement with....anytime I caught feelings I would break it off immediately. No amount of money was worth it." She admits, a pleading ache in her voice. She needs him to understand. "It is enough for me....for now. I'll want more of you...more and more and more.....because I've never loved anyone the way I've loved you."

another unspoken, assumed pact of their arrangement - no questions asked. she'd never asked hades directly, are you married? mentioning her, persephone, this dark cloud that haunted every corner of his life . . . . it felt like a spoil to something pure, innocent, and good. he hadn't wanted to poison things with his double life, this darkness from his homelife and his own family that stalked his steps.

she was his home, the escape from all of that. how could he have brought that world into theirs? " you don't understand. " he breathed out, but realized he didn't have the words to explain. maybe his lips could, teeth grazing and lips sucking against her skin, obedient to her whims. but only one, before he pulled back again, and gave a slight squeeze to her throat before kissing her. frustration was still lapping at his thoughts, despite the way desire tried to force them out.

" what do you want me to do, qian? " defeat was a cold echo, tired and covered in frost. pressed to her between kisses, peppered against her lips, her jaw, the tender parts of her neck. " tell her the truth? alright. but it will become extremely difficult to see you. " his teeth were nipping along her collarbone, leaving a trail of crescent moons pressed bruising pale purple to her pale skin.

this was a new side of her, this ticking time bomb of passion and rage and possession. it was equal parts frightening and alluring. part of him didn't want to succeed in reigning her in. there was a sinister side of his own, held trapped in his gilded cage for too long, that wanted to let her burn it all down. maybe he'd just watch, if she tried.

Her neck is sore and she can feel the dull ache of it with every beat of her heart. She doesn't understand, she can agree with him on that. Her eyes closed as she feels the soft grip of his fingers against the smooth column of her throat while his lips wrote a story against her lips that she can't help but to devour with her own. All of her frustration poured into this battle between lips that beg one another to understand what's in their mind.

Every slide of his lips against her flesh causes another inferno to ripple under the surface, merging them smoothly together with her anger and her frustration. "It's the fact...that you won't even try to do anything against it if she did find out." She manages after a few moments, her head dizzy and swirling as her fingers dig into his shoulders. It's almost instinct as her hips roll down against him, seeking a friction that could make her spontaneously combust as she huffs and puffs.

"Does she mean that much to you? Or are you afraid of her? Too afraid to defend me? To come to me anyway? To do what you want for the first time in your life?" Her words are aimed to burrow deeply into his shoulders in the same way his teeth leave marks against her flesh. "You say you want me.....but you aren't willing to burn it all down to the ground for me either." Her eyes have closed, her head tilted back for a few moments until he makes it impossible to do so.

A small whimper leaving her lips at the way his fingers tangle into her hair, holding hard at the roots so she has to look at him with those semi-hazy and angry hues. "How long is someday, hm?" She asks, pupils blown despite the anger making her body shudder in his hold. "Why do I have to stay behind you while you walk ahead with her?" These are all questions that have no answer. "What if I wanted to be your wife? What if I want everything? Do I have to settle?" Her tongue gently wets her lower lip, a slow stroke from the pink muscle. "I hate her already....I hate her because she has everything I want and need and I have to share. I don't want too...share you." She murmurs, dragging him closer to her as she kisses him heatedly, that annoyance still flickering in the back of her mind and the edges of her vision.

✦ a collection of prompts that can be considered nsfw, with a lot of teasing and tension driven prompts. adjust as needed ; send ‘ + reverse ‘ for sender and receiver to switch spots. Combine prompts by sending more than one.

「 SQUEEZE 」 : for sender to rest their hand on the receivers thigh , giving it a squeeze .

「 LINGER 」 : for senders touch to linger on the receiver.

「 MASSAGE 」 : for sender to give receiver a massage .

「 LOTION 」 : for sender to rub lotion into the receivers skin

「 SLIP 」 : for senders hand to slip between the receivers legs.

「 TUG 」 : for sender to tug on the receivers hair

「CLIMB 」 : for sender to climb into receivers lap

「PULL 」 : for the sender to pull receiver into their lap

「BITE 」 : for sender to bite the receiver ( include the location )

「 MARK 」 : for sender to leave hickies on receiver

「 BARE 」 : for sender to undress in front of receiver

「 HELP 」 : for sender to help receiver undress

「 GRIND 」 : for sender to grind against the receiver

「 HOT 」 : for sender and receiver to share a heated kiss

「 OOPS 」 : for sender to accidentally send receiver a risqué image.

「 CHIME 」 : for sender to purposefully send receiver a risqué image.

「 WHISPER 」 : for sender to whisper something suggestive in receivers ear

「 HOLD 」 : for sender to hold receivers throat

「 THROW 」 : for sender to throw receiver onto the bed

「 PRESS 」 : for sender to press receiver against a wall and kiss them

「 CAUGHT 」 : for sender to catch receiver pleasuring themselves

「 LIGHT 」 : for sender to touch the receiver with a feather light pressure.

For when you don't know how it's going to end. Trigger warnings for hinted/implied suicidality/loss of life/self injury

"Are you going to come back?"

"Make me a promise. That's all I ask."

"I know that you're scared, and that's fine, but... there's more than one way out."

"I need you to stay. Even if that's selfish."

"I've never been so scared in my life, and it's because of you."

"I don't know what I'd do without you."

"Can you let me see? I... please?"

"This isn't right. That you feel like this."

"I want to make this better and I don't know how."

"That hollow feeling inside you isn't meant to be there."

"I'm not saying therapy would fix this but it wouldn't hurt."

"Don't make me say goodbye. I'm not ready."

"There are better choices. Bigger choices."

"Your mind is lying to you. I wish you could believe me."

"It's not that I want to leave, I'm just... tired."

"You don't understand what it's like in my head."

"Everything is just... so fuckin' much. All the time."

"Everyone's worrying about nothing."

"I just don't know why I'm not trusted to make my own decisions."

"I hope to God you never feel the way I feel."

"I know how this all ends."

"It was always going to end this way, that's okay."

"I want to be at peace."

"Everyone acts like it's so fucking easy, but it's not."

"Would you just, uh... sit with me? For a bit?"

"I'm not saying goodbye, okay?"

"You look at me like I'm a dead man walking."

"My heart is racing and I don't know how to calm it."

"Is this it? Is this all there is?"

(blurry rooms, warm breaths, lowered inhibitions, and the kind of closeness people only admit to drunk)

TOO MANY DRINKS - BLURRED LINES

• “Come here—no, closer. I can’t hear you from way over there.” • “You smell really, really good… is that new? Or have I just never been this close?” • “Stop laughing like that, it’s making my head spin faster than the alcohol.” • “If I lean on you, it’s not because I’m drunk. It’s because you’re warm.” • “Your face is doing that thing again… that thing that makes me want to touch it.” • “I should go home but… your hand feels nice. I don’t want to move.” • “I’m drunk, not stupid. I know exactly how I’m looking at you right now.” • “Just—stay. Don’t pull away. Not tonight.”

TOO CLOSE TO THINK - BREATH AGAINST SKIN

• “You’re staring at my mouth… should I ask why, or just let you keep doing it?” • “If you keep leaning in like that, I might forget how to act civilized.” • “You’re warm. Like really warm. How is that fair?” • “Your hand on my thigh—was that intentional, or should I get drunker to pretend it was?” • “Tell me to stop and I will. …You’re not saying anything.” • “I can hear your heartbeat from here. That’s not normal, right?” • “If you touch me again like that, I can’t promise I’ll stay calm.” • “Don’t look at me with that soft expression. It does things to me.”

LOSING BALANCE - FALLING INTO ARMS, LITERALLY

• “Okay—okay, I’m falling. Catch me. No really, catch me!” • “I didn’t mean to fall into your lap, but now that I’m here…” • “Who told you you’re allowed to hold me this gently?” • “I’m not blushing, I’m drunk. Shut up. …Okay maybe I’m blushing too.” • “Your arms feel safer than standing right now.” • “If I sink into you any further, I might never get up.” • “Can you… help me with my jacket? My hands aren’t cooperating.” • “Keep your arms there for a second. I need to remember how solid you feel.”

SLURRED CONFESSIONS - HONESTY SPILLS OUT FIRST

• “Do you know how long I’ve wanted you to look at me like this?” • “You have no idea what you do to me, do you?” • “I shouldn’t say this. But I want you. Badly.” • “If I wasn’t drunk, I’d lie better about how much I want you.” • “You make me feel… something. Something I shouldn’t say out loud.” • “I always pretend I don’t notice you staring. I notice. I like it.” • “Stop being perfect. I’m drunk and vulnerable and it’s unfair.” • “If I kiss you right now, blame the alcohol… even though it isn’t the alcohol.”

IMPOSSIBLY WARM - HANDS WANDERING, HEARTS RACING

• “Your fingers keep brushing mine. That’s not an accident, right?” • “If you want to touch me, just touch me. Don’t tease.” • “Your hand on the back of my neck—don’t stop.” • “God, you’re addictive. Even just the way you’re sitting.” • “If you pull me into your lap like you’re thinking about doing, I won’t complain.” • “The way you’re looking at me… it feels like you’re undressing my thoughts.” • “I want you closer. I don’t care how close.” • “Your hands are trembling a little. Does touching me do that to you?”

THE ROOM SPINS - BUT THE HEAT DOESN'T

• “Everything’s spinning except you… why is that?” • “Sit next to me. No—right here. Press against me.” • “I can’t tell if I’m dizzy because of the alcohol or because of you.” • “If I lay my head on your shoulder… will you stay still?” • “This couch is too small for both of us. …Guess we’ll have to be very close.” • “You keep brushing hair from my face. Do you know what that does to me?” • “My lips are numb… here—feel. Or is that too forward?” • “If I close my eyes, promise you won’t move away.”

THE EDGE OF CONTROL - TENSION TOO THICK TO HIDE

• “Don’t tempt me. I’m barely holding myself together as it is.” • “Say my name again. Just like that.” • “If you pull me any closer, I’m not stopping.” • “I can’t tell if this is a terrible idea or the best mistake I’ll ever make.” • “Tell me what you want. I won’t judge.” • “Your breath on my neck—do you know what that does to me?” • “You’re shaking… or is that me?” • “If you keep touching my waist like that, I’m going to lose my mind.”

THE MOMENT BEFORE - ONE BREATH AWAY FROM TOO MUCH

• “If I kiss you, will you push me away or pull me closer?” • “Tell me not to. Please. Because I really, really want to.” • “You’re looking at my lips again.” • “I can’t tell if this is a bad decision or the one we’ve been waiting on.” • “Come here… slowly.” • “The room’s too quiet. I can hear every inhale you take.” • “My self-control is hanging by a thread. One more touch and it snaps.” • “You’re trembling… is it because of me?”

MORNING RECKONINGS - THE HINT OF AFTERMATH

• “If we remember this tomorrow… please don’t pretend it didn’t happen.” • “If I fall asleep like this, don’t move. I like you too much.” • “Stay tonight. Even if we do nothing. Please.” • “If we cross this line… I’m not going back.” • “Should we talk about what almost happened?” • “I’m not drunk anymore, but I still want you.” • “If you regret this in the morning… just tell me now.” • “Don’t leave. Not when we’re this close.”

😇: here as in the club or here as in your home