Love and Temptations / Reaper Ash
summary : In the realm of the Reaper Ash, a profound reverence is held for his mentor, fueled by an unwavering determination to secure their trust and ultimately emerge triumphant. As the mentor, you wield the authority to mold and guide him, yet he is resolute in his commitment to go to any lengths to attain his desires. This dynamic is steeped in the essence of temptation and an insatiable hunger for power.
warning ; no plot- just a little bit of smutt and tease xo'
ps ; english, isn't my first language so i appolagize for any grammar error. also, please don't copy my work without proper credit as it can be flagged. thank you and enjoy!
Reaper Ash never found pleasure in anything associated with luxury, let alone witnessing someone exude the scent of counterfeit wealth. The mere thought of it churned his stomach, to the extent that during his time in District 11, the idea of harming a Peacekeeper seemed to reflect a profound shift in his perspective on the Capitol. Fortunately for him, only whispers circulated within the district, allowing Ash to maintain an air of innocence and transform the incident into a source of pride exclusively among his peers. That however, all changed when his name was selected during the reaping ceremony.
A sense of grim satisfaction washed over him as his name was drawn during the day of the reaping. His fingers clenched into a tight fist, fully cognizant of the destination awaiting him. However, the trajectory and departure from his District home marked only the commencement of this harrowing journey. With Dill by his side, a person he held close and protected fiercely, especially for her mother's sake. Had in the midst of the ceremony, witnessed the anguished pleas of a mother for a child yearning to live in peace. Ash had resolved to ensure that if he didn't return home alive, then at the very least, Dill would. Because to him, a mother’s plead was more important than a foolish soul only to be born alive and proclaimed as its victor prize. A prize that required survival instincts.
Upon reaching to the Capitol's Zoo, the prospect of meeting his mentor failed to evoke much excitement in him. Crossing paths with Coriolanus Snow on the way, witnessing the vulnerability of the seemingly flawless figure instilled in him a realization that he too would encounter someone of comparable fragility. Perhaps even more so than Snow had initially portrayed. However, fortune favored Ash when he was in favor to learn about the identity of his mentor. Observing the tributes eagerly seeking this information, with Lucy Gray Baird boldly declaring that her mentor had already met her, Ash felt a mix of delight and necessity. Yet, he chose to decline the revelation, when offered by Snow. Ash’s excuse being. "I prefer surprises over being deceived." Enough so that he was even more pleased once meeting you.
In all honesty, that wasn't the reality. When Ash initially encountered you, he had assumed, erroneously, that with someone as petite as yourself, he might be the first to face adversity. It wasn't until your first interaction that he resolved to ensure your well-being. As anticipated, you initially felt intimidated by his imposing stature. Despite his apparent proficiency in almost everything, the rumors circulating about his conflicts with the Peacekeepers led you to believe he was the rightful contender. Amidst all the other tributes, you envisioned Ash emerging as the proud victor for District 11. It became your mission to ensure they received the recognition and respect they deserved among the affluent. You were determined to make that a reality. But deep in Ash’s mind he too, also had something in return. Something he could have it all too himself during his stay.
While he had never entertained the idea of falling in love with someone from outside his District, let alone someone directly from the Capitol. He had imagined enduring the pleasures on his own during his stay. However, if you could at least kept him sane amid the chaos of the Games, Ash wasn't about to complain. The proposal of such acts came on a fateful day. You had tried to deny and resist them, well aware that any form of sexual attraction between tributes was met with punishment. To Ash's satisfaction, he merely responded with a sly smirk that same day, leaning further between the fences of the Zoo. How he had envisioned him with the scent of lavender that lingered in your hair, your soft skin against his. How he was hungry for love and passion. Which eventually he thanked the stars that the cameras weren't around, as he wanted you all to himself and no one else. Despite the temptation of exposing someone born into wealth, making them beg for him in front of the Capitol's eyes, the vulnerability displayed was too alluring to resist.
"Meet me at dawn, my Princess." He confessed in a brief yet compelling manner. The succinctness of his message, left you tempted to reconsider attending. The secrecy was essential, particularly when arranging a rendezvous with someone from a District, often perceived as dull and lacking in refinement. Rumors circulated even among the Academy staff, suggesting a hesitancy to set foot in any Districts, aside from Districts 1 and 2 of course. Fortunately, that night, you managed to discreetly slip into class and the cafeteria, bringing a meal for Ash. You had tried time and time again to shame on yourself whilst gathering the things as promised. One to which, Ash made sure to emphasize on the changing outfit. That would consider something lacy and flavorful, something that could be easily taken off in a single swoop. And as you statistically managed to free yourself from the Academy’s at large and empty building a sense of anticipation lingered within you, hinting that this meal was going to hold a much deeper significance for the both of you. Specifically Ash himself.
Seizing the opportunity to slip in unnoticed, you navigated the surroundings with utmost precision. Fortunately, the peacekeepers, exhausted from the demanding preparations for the upcoming games, were in a deep slumber, rendering them unable to maintain their own footing. Despite your best efforts to avoid detection, Ash's patience persisted, and you sensed his gaze fixating on you from the moment you entered. The dimly lit surroundings of the Zoo seemed deliberately designed to facilitate such encounters, a clever ploy to disadvantage any tributes attempting to flee. Armed with your intimate knowledge of the area, acquired through Coriolanus Snow. In Ash’s favor arrived just in time, as the tributes were now quite well asleep from exhaustion. "Took you long enough, Princess." Echoed Ash's irritable voice in your mind, as you tried to catch your breath, prompting you to suppress your shyness and offer a quick excuse. But nothing came out as you tried to calm the tension of your pulse.
"Now, now." He swiftly hushed you, fully cognizant that even in wakefulness, any misstep or trivial discord between you two could potentially cost someone else's life. Reaper Ash had emphatically asserted from day one that he was determined not to be the first to perish, especially before anything else. "Spare your excuses, will you? Get us out of here, at least until sunrise. You have no idea how long I've been yearning to savor you." A sense of shyness flushed trough you as you felt your cheeks warming up, and being the same kind of mentor you were to him. Although tonight, the roles were going to be reversed. And he was about to make it damn sure of it. “Also..” He pauses briefly, sinking his bottom lip, an urge of wanting to kiss you from the spot. “Loving the new dress code.” He noticed the change in cloth too. Something you had remembered trying to hide from your parents as it began to be both suspicious and undoubtedly weird for their own blood to wear such thing. As that kind of dressing was only for special occasions. Which in a way, meeting Ash did became a special occasion.
Using a spare key to access the Zoo, you and Ash stealthily made your way off the beaten path to a quaint cabin that once housed hay when the Zoo was operational. During a shared lunchtime, you had mentioned to him the cabin's vibrant past, expressing disbelief at the thought of another person occupying the now desolate space. Despite your strong opposition to the games, being from a well-known family in the Academy meant you couldn't escape certain expectations. Finding alignment in your beliefs with Ash was unexpected, prompting you to reconsider the depth and significance of your connection with him. Seated on the cabin's rooftop, overlooking the Capitol's skyline, you broached a sensitive topic. "You know." You began. "A little bird told me, that you took down a Peacekeeper back in your hometown. My father boasts about it to his men, expressing confidence in your ability to triumph in the Games. He's even arranging sponsors for you."
Ash couldn't help but chuckle at the irony of someone as seemingly vulnerable as yourself uttering words that felt both contrived and distasteful, especially in reference to your father's apparent approval of your tribute. It seemed as though even his own daughter was treated as a mere extension of the family's esteemed legacy. Despite this observation, he simply nodded. "I did." He confessed, a sense of pride evident in his tone. "I'll take that as a compliment then." With a slight salute, he delved into his meal, and you observed him with curiosity. Noticing that you had brought a tray for just one, he offered you a piece of his bread. "Not hungry?" He inquired. You appreciated the gesture but declined, replying, "Already ate at home. But thank you."
During the meal, Ash contemplated what could satisfy his hunger in the moment. He recognized the importance of a clear mind before taking matters into his own hands. Throughout, he couldn't help but visualize you, an image that had lingered in his thoughts since he first laid eyes on you. The lacy and subtly revealing outfit you wore captured his attention, and he made a conscious effort not to let his gaze linger on certain details. His imagination ran wild, envisioning the sensations of his lips and teeth on your nipples as it began to be slightly more visibles from your movements. Hearing your pleas for more as your back arched towards him and feeling the sharp touch of your fingernails tracing paths down his chest. In these moments, he yearned to mark you everywhere, claiming you as his own.
"You know." He drew your attention entirely to him. "If I dared to say that falling in love with someone in the Capitol was that easy. Wouldn’t that be a damn shame?" It was indeed a bold statement, but he seemed unapologetic for putting such words out into the open. In all honesty, even though you might have hesitated to admit it, both of you were apprehensive about the prospect of confessing love only to see the object of affection become someone's else prey. Yet, for Ash, it didn't matter. He was determined to stay loyal to the Capitol's game, even if it meant living only until the games started and acting as a victor. Perhaps, giving it all a chance was his last resort. "You're a cocky one, aren't you?" You chuckled in response, playfully nudging his arm in disbelief, hoping that he was merely speaking in a way to provoke a reaction. "There's no camera here, you know? You don't have to—"
"I genuinely mean it, Y/N." He declared, his gaze intensifying with the weight of his admission. Initially, you had suspected, nearly choking through his own words, until the realization dawned on you. A lingering warmth enveloped your heart in his presence, occasionally veering into the realm of too much, a sensation casually attributed by your sibling as a side effect of love, leading to the occasional bout of nausea. Being the only ones aware of your relationship with Ash. However, this supposed effect seemed to matter only within the confines of the Capitol of Panem itself, never extending beyond its borders, especially not from a District. These notions were dismissed as mere folly that people preferred to believe it. Yet, as the first week unfolded and you observed Ash's approach and your attentive response to his every need, it became evident that there might be more to his sentiments. Were they genuine, or were they merely a facade for the world to see?
Amidst the allure of temptation, it became the focal point for both of you. Slowly, you approached yourself, seeking solace in his warmth as the night chilled, realizing the oversight of forgetting your jacket on the way. Ash, with an abundance of warmth and playfulness, took advantage, his fingers subtly exploring the contours of your lower back. "So soft…" He murmured, a hungry prayer eager to devour every inch of you, a desire he had struggled to resist since that fateful day at the Zoo. The first meeting. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this." He declared, preempting any attempt on your part to speak. In a swift move, Ash's lips found yours, savoring the succulence of your plump lips as his breath grew heavier. His fingers, traversing from your thighs to your backside, adeptly ventured beneath the fabric of your lacy blouse, leaving you to sense the subtle curve of his lips into a smirk.
"And no underwear." He remarked in a playful tone. "I do hope you didn't have to go through all this trouble just for me, Princess." He attempted to sound naive, yet there was a part of him that relished the idea that you had gone to such lengths. This sentiment was reciprocated in your favor, considering the myriad excuses you had fabricated to excuse yourself earlier from the dinner table, coincidentally aligning with your sibling's early departure for another engagement. It was only a matter of good timing.
"Don't worry. I had to use the 'studying for better grades' excuse and decided to stop at the library since it doesn't close until midnight." You explained. Despite your petite stature, your confidence captivated Ash, casting doubt on any fear you might harbor about your family or the entire Academy discovering your clandestine activities. And yet– Your feelings for Reaper Ash, meant much more than you had ever believed so. And so did he. "But my safety isn't the issue right now. What I want is you." You confessed, eyes pleading for more, your fingers eagerly grasping at his blouse to reveal his chest. This time, it was Ash who emerged victorious, not only in the Games but also in winning the heart of someone within the Capitol. “Please, make me feel like the woman you once love back home. Make me feel proud.”
Ash didn't resist the confession; instead, he embraced each beautifully spoken word that escaped your lips. In that moment, he reclined on the wooden plank of the cabin, seizing you by the hips. Although you weren't completely undressed, he desired to savor the gradual build of climax. Your warmth against the fabric of his pants intensified the pressure, causing his arousal to grow beneath. The sensation felt exquisite, prompting your moans to escalate with every rhythmic movement. Your hips quivered with delight, willingly under his command, ready to indulge in anything he desired. As Ash observed the captivating spectacle unfolding before him, he witnessed your eyes rolling with pleasure, an unspoken plea for more, for him. Just before you reached the peak of ecstasy, he abruptly halted, a wicked smirk forming as he noticed your lips forming a pout, puzzled by the sudden stop. That's when he revealed his intentions.
“Hold on tight, pretty. Because tonight, I will make you the princess you need to be.” He confessed with his entire heart.
