#Like I do not control the physics -OR YOUR BEHAVIOUR- and I tried to fucking warn you

[yourgamemasterthewhiterabbit]

Shout out to the guy who read:

"I keep trying to warn you where this will lead.

It isn't about what I want or what I think should happen, I'm not endorsing anything, let's be clear, it's about what will happen, really, it's about human nature.

This isn't about what's moral, or what's reasonable, or what you think you can stoke a divisive culture war against, it isn't about my opinion, I did not invent the nature of need, it's about what people have always done when faced with no good options, guns in their hands and staring up at the people sentencing them to suffering and death."

Interpreted it as me saying "gun violence is the appropriate solution" and then threatened me with gun violence for saying it was the solution...

And then deleted his reblog when I pointed out his lack of reading comprehension and blocked him.

Leave alone that he is exactly the kind of disillusioned right wing supporting gun toting reactionary who I was trying to point out will be the ones actually enacting the gun violence [not so much the staunch leftists who believe in the value of human life]... As has actually already been proven at least 3 times now.

I'd like to remind him that I do report people for threats of physical violence and for harassment.

And I'd like to recommend stepping away from the internet and having a nice hot bath or something every time he feels the need to try to make a nasty comment... Before he makes an ass of himself again.

I'd also like to reiterate that I am not endorsing gun violence, I am merely pointing out that this will continue to happen if we stay on this trajectory, and you can't reasonably expect another outcome.

Look at history's example.

You are fucking so deeply with human rights and everyone being able to meet their basic needs that the angry incels who used to be taking aim at women and students, are the exact group who are now looking angrily up at billionaires and politicians, having finally seen who they should be mad at [not an endorsement of them seeing gun violence as the solution], and wow I bet THEY -the largely rich white men who are 'calling the shots'- don't like it when the guns are being aimed at them instead of the women and children they can usually scapegoat...

Maybe try not to literally threaten to shoot the messenger?

I mean, I can also predict that suddenly gun reform will start to seem okay or be dropped as a main talking point by the political right once enough billionaires, CEOs, and politicians are shot/shot at... That's just me pointing out what's a near inevitability... Not me exerting some power to try to make it happen. [I have none]

I'm not the one with the gun, and I'm not the one stripping people of their basic human rights or denying their needs for survival. I have no power to tell people what to do and I have about as much influence as your average tumblr shit-poster at best. That is in fact the MOST power I have in any facet of my life. I'm just telling you what I see happening. If you think lashing out at me solves anything, you are misdirecting that energy, buddy.

[kasagia]

A powerful man

Pairing: dark!young Gamemaker!candidate for president! Coriolanus Snow x fem!Capitol! reader Summary: You thought he was different. That he would never cheat on you. But apparently Coriolanus who came back from District 12, became Gamemaker, and ran for president was not the same man you knew. And you'll soon find out how wrong you were about him. Requested by: @tastycakee Taglist: @aoi-targaryen @il0vebeingdelulu @chelseyyouraverageluigi Warning: 18+; My first time writing a smut scene, so please be gentle. I hope you will like it...🙈🙈; Coriolanus Snow, toxic behaviour; smut; Coriolanus Snow's Masterlist ~•♤♤♤•~ Main Masterlist

"Mr. Snow is busy…" you slam the door to Coriolanus' office behind you, closing it in the face of his secretary, who wouldn't let you in.

You cross your arms, glaring at your boyfriend in pure fury. Coriolanus stops writing something and looks up to enter just as you loudly shut the door behind you.

He raises his eyebrows slightly in surprise at the sight of you, then frowns at the pure anger in your eyes and clenched fists. He hopes your anger isn't caused by what he was trying to hide for you... otherwise, he will have some heads cut off.

"Y/N, darling, what are you doing here?" He asks with a charming smile as he gets up from his chair and walks over to you.

"Livia Cardew?" He stops at the mention of her name. He plays confused, frowning as he slowly responds to you, pretending to try to understand what you mean.

"I have no idea..."

"You could at least have some decency and admit that you slept with that whore!" His secretary must have heard your scream. He makes a mental note to talk to her when he's alone and to make sure he sends to the district and hangs any maid from the Cardew's house who spilled his secret.

"Look... it's not that I wanted it." He starts out gently; he tries to calm you down and explain his actions, but as soon as he takes a step towards you, you move away from him and growl like a rabid animal.

"Oh, of course not! After all, it's your dick that makes decisions for you, not your brain!" You shout at him angrily, pressing an accusatory finger into his chest.

He can no longer control himself after you cross the line. His calm, collected mask falls away to reveal his own rage and iritation. He grabs your arms tightly, making you gasp softly in pain as he shakes you lightly and pins you against the wall.

But he controls himself enough to not physically hurt you… at least not more. He just holds you there tightly, taking advantage of your moment of shock to explain his motives to you.

"Listen to me. She was a means to an end. I needed some information from her. I had to get closer, sleep with her, and sneak around her house, especially her father's office. End of the story. Considering it, it wasn't cheating. It was more like business than anything else. Besides, you're way better than her, petal. And I kept thinking about you all the time and how I'd rather have you wrapped around me than that thoughtless, naive bitch."

You feel sick when you hear it, when you imagine him in bed with her, and even more sick when you hear that he doesn't think that he did a bad thing at all. You feel like throwing up, just remembering how you let him touch you and how you treated him, worshipping him as if he were your whole world. You were so stupid and naive.

"You only prove that you are as disgusting, cruel, and manipulative as I thought. You can play with other people and their feelings, but not with mine. Not anymore. It's over. I've already moved out of your apartment, so you can continue running your campaign and exploiting other people all you want. I just fucking hope you won't win." You say it angrily, pushing him away from you.

You take advantage of the state of shock he is in, and you get out of there as fast as you can. The scent of Coriolanus' perfume clings to you, and you already know you need to take a very long bath when you get home to brush it away. As well as the felling of his hands on you. You only hope you won't have any bruises after his very tight and painful grip.

You practically run all the way to your car. You get in, not noticing that your ex-boyfriend is watching you carefully from his office window.

Coriolanus' eyes don't leave you. He watches carefully as you get into the car with his hands in his pockets.

He chastises himself for being so gentle with you. He promised himself after Lucy Gray that he would never fall in love again. And you appeared, breaking his iron resolve with one smile and a kiss. He should have made sure that he had enough control over you so that you would never think of leaving him before he started spoiling you.

All the dinners, sweet words and compliments, and thoughtful dates... he had rewarded you for nothing, and now his disobedient brat thought she could just walk away from him. Yes. He had given you too much freedom.

He should immediately clearly define the dynamics of your relationship, instead of leaving you under the illusion that you have something to say in any matter.

He remembered you from the Academy, even though you were a year younger than him. You were ambitious, like him. You always followed your own plan and ideas. Little rebel. It was cute then, but now he realises he needs to temper your personality. After all, his First Lady had to obey him at all times. You might have had a strong character and fought like a lioness, but absolutely not against him. He will destroy you or teach you obedience. You could be his wolf on a leash or his faithful dog. He didn't see it any other way. And he definitely won't let you go.

Coriolanus has already lost his one bird. He won't let another one do the same and escape from him.

And he even knew who would help him with it.

"I don't understand why they're starting a campaign when there's still a good half a year left until the elections." You grumble to your labmate as you two work on a new tranquillizer for peacekeepers to use on rebels.

"They have to check the identity and background of the candidates, and so on. My father said that the process itself was a good three months of work. Besides, considering that a president usually stays in his seat until he dies of old age, it's better that it lasts longer. Let them at least work hard to earn our votes if they are about to rule over Panem all their lives."

"That's six months of seeing that son of a bitch's face on TV, on posters around town, and on practically every fucking corner. Don't be surprised that I would prefer it to be shorter."

"I don't want to be on his side, but I think he can win. You know very well that he has charisma, money, and... well." She interrupts, blushing a little. You roll your eyes at her. You know that Coriolanus is... breathtakingly handsome. His cold beauty will steal the hearts of many. It will be useful for his media image to hide what a boor he was.

"Big cock?" You joke, no longer vulnerable to the charming side he has been showing the public.

"Y/N!" She hisses at you, laughing softly and looking around the lab. Meanwhile, the rats you were testing on became... too calm. At least Dr. Gaul's snakes will have something to eat.

"What? I'm stating facts. I wouldn't be surprised if he slept his way to the top." You say, as you are preparing new test subjects and reducing the dose of preparation a little.

"Shh! The viper is coming here." She whispers and goes back to work.

Out of the corner of your eye, you notice that, in fact, Dr. Gaul enters the laboratory. She might be getting older, but she still held up well. The only thing that changed was that she walked with the aid of a cane, which only added to her intimidating appearance. And the fact that she was no longer the main organiser of the Hunger Games. Coriolanus performed this role for her. Although the title was still hers.

"Dr. Gaul." You both greet her and step away from the examination table. She watches you and your work closely, mumbling something under her breath, and raises her cane, pointing at you.

"Y/L/N. My office."

"Yes, ma'am." You say and follow her. You feel your friend's eyes on your back as you follow the woman to her office.

You close the door behind you and take a seat in front of her desk as she nods towards you. Dr. Gaul takes some pills from his desk and swallows them. One of her snakes slithers between your legs and climbs up the desk to wrap around her owner's hand and then her cane. You have not only the piercing eyes of a woman but also the eyes of a snake.

She smiles, seeing that you didn't even flinch, still maintaining your calm demeanour.

"You're not a stupid girl." She says this while examining her pet. "And yet you find yourself in situations that only cast you in this light."

"I beg you pardon?" You ask, not expecting your conversation to become so... personal.

"I always said Mr. Snow would achieve something great. At the beginning, I thought he would be a Gamemaker like me. After all, he is not suitable for being a scientist like us. He has no patience; he needs new challenges, experiences, and adrenaline. But now... you know that you can have the president as... a person who is not entirely favourable to you, right?"

"I understand that there may be some difficulties…"

"Difficulties? Child, do you know him? You must be aware of what he is capable of. Or at least have some suspicions." She interrupts you, looking at you pointedly.

You bite the inside of your cheek, trying to calm down. You were fed up with the topic of your ex. Apparently, you couldn't just break up with him without making a fuss.

"What did you want to talk to me about, Dr. Gaul? What is it all for?" You ask, slightly annoyed, and she just laughs mockingly, shaking her head in amusement.

"I like you, child. I hope you won't disappoint me. Therefore, think about what is good for your future. Pride is fatal. Money and influence bring opportunities. But you probably already know that. After all, no one who gets into my lab is a saint. Especially not you and Mr. Snow."

"I'm not a whore like him." You defend yourself, crossing your arms, making Dr. Gaul laugh again.

The snake moves from her cane to the desk and nests in your lap. Out of habit, you stroke his head, gaining interest again and a gleam of approval in Dr. Gaul's eyes. After all, this one was a particularly venomous specimen.

"Each of us is. We may not do what they do, but for money... people can do everything. Don't you remember how you sold your dear friend? How did you knock her out of the competition for a spot in my lab? How have you done everything—play every dirty card to make sure that you will become a victor? Just like Mr. Snow. I heard there was a... misunderstanding between you two, but life isn't a fairy tale, Miss Y/L/N. You can go bankrupt and ruin your reputation while waiting for your prince. If you want to achieve something, be known as a great mind like me, and be relevant in this city full of rats and snakes, then you will do the right thing for your future."

"Dr. Gaul, with all due respect, I am acutely aware of what is good for me. And it's definitely not Coriolanus Snow." You say, standing up and letting the snake slither onto her desk again.

"Pity. So prepare a contingency plan. After all, I won't live forever. It is not known who will take my place or whose name will hang above the entrance to this laboratory. It's not my choice. But if it was, I would choose you as my successor. Unfortunately, the future president will have the most impact on that. And then... it may turn out that there will be no place for you here."

"It's not certain who will win."

"Are you sure, child?" Her question can't help but make you doubt. Coriolanus wouldn't give up so easily. You know it. Just like if Coriolanus wins, you're finished. Your entire career… "Go. Think about it. I hope you will prove that you have some mind. It would be such a pity to lose such a talented scientist as you. Especially because of stupid love affairs."

You mutter goodbye to her and leave the office. You're long back at your table in the lab when the secret door opens and Coriolanus steps out.

"Is that what you wanted, Mr. Snow?" The woman asks, turning to face him. Coriolanus moves closer to the desk, but enough to be out of her snake's reach.

"You could have been more intimidating. After all, her entire career depends on her submission."

"If you want her to truly obey you, she must come to you herself. Like a pet. Like a snake. If she sees that your relationship will bring her further benefits, she will come back to you. She's not stupid enough to waste such an opportunity. At least I hope so. You should focus on your campaign."

"I'd like that too. But currently… something else is on my mind." He says, walking over to the tinted window that overlooks the lab. He puts his hands in his pockets and watches you carefully as you work.

"You're wasting your potential. Maybe your children will be wise enough to follow in my footsteps more. One is running for president, and the other is a military chemist. Such a waste."

"Don't worry. One of our children will definitely continue your legacy, you have my word." He assures her while observing you.

You lean over the table, strands of your hair falling into your eyes behind your safety glasses, as you test another biological weapon on rats. You look hot in that scientist outfit. He grunts, feeling his pants getting a little too tight. He regrets that he never took the opportunity to visit you here...

"It better be that way. And for God's sake, don't stare at her like a love-struck puppy like you did with your tribute from 12. Patience. Or you will have to train her to make her obedient."

"You know I like a challenge, Dr. Gaul." He replies with a sly, cocky smirk and turns his head towards Doctor Gaul once he has calmed down a bit and composed himself.

"Go away now. Your last Hunger Games must be amazing and unforgettable, or I'll tell her what you have planned for her." He laughs at this, shaking his head.

"I appreciate your attempts to intimidate me, but you know I'll be happy with any outcome. Whether it's keeping her on a leash or reshaping her to meet my needs as my First Lady."

"But we both know which one you would prefer more." They share a sinister smirk. Coriolanus owed her a lot. He's learned many things under her tutelage... things that he uses to make sure you know that your place is always with him.

"As I said, I love a challenge. I will be expecting you as an honoured guest at this year's Hunger Games and my wedding. Of course, right next to my fiancée."

"Don't scare her away, Mr. Snow." She reminds him when he receives a package from her with the latest biological weapon. He will test it at this year's tributes. He smiles, thinking that it must have come from your talented fingers.

"Snow lands on top, Dr. Gaul." He assures her and says goodbye, leaving through a secret passage.

He still had a lot of things to do.

It started innocently… if that's a word you could use to describe Coriolanus Snow.

You knew he wouldn't give up so easily after your breakup and that he would want to come back to you. And that he will use every means to make sure this happens. After all, he was an ambitious bastard who thought he could do anything if he tried hard enough. And Coriolanus had big plans. Plans that you only became aware of when it was too late for you to try and rescue yourself from him.

It started with roses.

Not just any roses. The most beautiful ones Coriolanus could find in his grandmother's garden. Beautiful white roses. A symbol of love, affection, innocence, and loyalty. Everything that Coriolanus lacks.

They were delivered together with a letter in which he deeply assured you of his feelings and asked for a meeting.

You happily threw them into the fireplace.

Then he started sending you roses to the lab. And from the smiles Dr. Gaul was giving you, you knew the bastard had won her over to his side. At least you and your co-worker had some fun destroying them in all sorts of strange ways, starting with burning them with a laser, throwing them into toxic waste, or even breaking them down into the substance you needed for your experiments.

One day, gifts came along with roses. Jewellery, books, clothes (even underwear, if you could call a thin set of strings that), concert tickets with invitations from him (you'd rather cut off your ears than sit next to him in the concert hall or stand by the stage), he did everything to get your attention. Which you happily denied him.

You avoided him like the plague, missing every event he was supposed to be at (even your little sister's graduation from the Academy). But there was one event your family wouldn't let you miss.

"Mr. and Mrs. Y/L/N. Miss Y/L/N and Miss Y/S/N. How nice to see you all together. May the odds be ever in your favour." Dr. Gaul greets you as you arrive at the official opening gala of the Hunger Games.

"Dr. Gaul. Happy Hunger Games." You say back.

"You too, dear child. I can steal you from your parents and sister, can't I?" Your parents nod quickly before you can speak. Dr. Gaul takes you by the arm and leads you to the upper lodge.

"I believe I should sit somewhere else…"

"Nonsense. Mr. Snow made sure your family sat near Mr. and Mrs. Plinth. They have good company, so you can make us that pleasure and sit with us." he says, taking her seat. You see that on your seat is a small piece of paper with your name on it.

"Us?" You question the woman suspiciously.

"Hello, petal." Coriolanus' voice behind you confirms your suspicions. Before he sits down next to you, he leans down and places a long, wet kiss on your cheek, while he tucks the rose behind your ear. One that matches your dress perfectly. You have no idea how the bastard did it. "You look stunning, as always. I was worried you weren't feeling well when I couldn't find you at your sister's graduation."

"I've actually been feeling bad for a few days now. The smell of roses makes me sick." You tell him, not hiding the hostility and coldness in your tone. He frowns at this, obviously not happy with your allusion.

"Maybe you are pregnant?" He replies mockingly, and you glare at him. He smiles at this, placing his hand on your bare knee. You regret not wearing a longer dress. At least you wouldn't have to endure the feel of his skin against yours. Reluctantly, you remember the time when you dreamed of his touch.

"You wish." You say, shaking his hand away as you place your leg over your knee. He doesn't care and instead places his hand on your other knee, making sure the railings of the lodge cover his hand as he gently slides it under your dress. You shiver as his cold hand presses against your warm thigh.

"Oh, you have no idea." He leans gently towards you to whisper in your ear.

Before you have a chance to push him away (or slap him), Coriolanus stands up and gives the opening speech of this year's Hunger Games. You glare at Dr. Gaul, and she just shrugs and turns her attention to the tributes. Only now do you notice that the cameras are focused on your row... and especially on you and Coriolanus.

"Aside from our little jokes… it hurts me that you didn't show up to any of the events I invited you to." He says, sitting down again as the reaping of the tributes begins.

He rests his elbow on your armrest and leans in to whisper in your ear. You know that, from a distance, it looks like he's flirting with you. And you don't like it one bit. Especially since the lives of 24 young teenagers are crashing down at the same time.

"Are you talking about your political events?" You ask, trying to shrug him off and move away from him. He doesn't let you, though, taking your hand in his and placing his hand on your knee, pulling you closer to him.

"I'm talking about our dates, darling."

"We are not together anymore. And we are not going on any dates." You remind him dryly, with great hostility in your voice. The bastrad doesn't even tremble.

"I dare to disagree with you. I never said I was done with you." He says dismissively as his hand roams freely under your dress, tracing patterns on your thigh. You shiver, despising him and yourself for the way your body responds to his touch.

"Well, I am done with you." You say it firmly, with all the confidence in your voice.

"Are you sure? Your sister is a hell of a smart beast. What a pity if the university did not accept her due to... the increased number of applicants."

"Are you trying to bully me? Threaten?" You ask incredulously, finding the strength to push his hands away from you. He gives you a slightly offended look, but instead of taking your hint and moving away, he tucks your hair behind your ear.

"I'm asking for a little cooperation. The Capitol would see me better if I was... in a committed relationship. And now all eyes are on the two of us and the tributes. They'll disappear as soon as they stop transmitting, and then the eyes of the Capitol will be only on me and you. And because you're sitting very close to me, people will think you didn't come here alone... even if that's what you originally wanted."

"You bastard..." You hiss at him angrily, and he just smiles, half amused, half cocky.

He raises his hand and caresses your cheek tenderly. You want to move away from him, but he holds your jaw tightly with his fingers. He tilts your head up slightly, forcing you to look into his icy blue eyes. He smells of roses and cigars... you wonder if he started smoking after your breakup or for business, to increase the number of contacts during these smoking encounters on the balcony.

"Just one kiss and a smile, sweetheart. Is that so much to give to ensure your younger sister a secure place at university?"

"And what later? Will you force me to get engaged to you? Get married? Create a fictional family?" You ask him furiously, knowing full well that if you give this devil a finger, he will soon demand your entire arm.

"I'm not asking you to marry me. Just about pretending to be my date... for now. You don't want your sister to suffer just because you didn't want to place a kiss on my cheek, do you?" You sigh, knowing he doesn't leave you much of a choice.

"She will choose whatever field of study she wants." You make sure by bargaining with him before you agree to anything he wants you to do. He nods, and you can only hope he has the decency to keep the agreement.

You smile sweetly at him and place your hand on his cheek, turning his face towards you. You press a kiss on his other cheek, making sure to leave a trace of your lipstick. You hear people whistling and clapping in applause.

You pull away from him and keep a fake smile on your lips, ignoring his happy, cocky smirk and tone of voice as he stands up and says an ending speech. As did the shocked looks from your family and Dr. Gaul's mischievous smirk.

You have no idea that this is just the beginning. And even if you do, you try to convince yourself otherwise.

You've had enough.

For a month now, Coriolanus has been showering you with various gifts, following you around like a shadow, taking you to the laboratory, and bringing you home. He forced you to get into his limo once. The next day, it took you an hour to cover the hickeys he left on your neck.

You weren't together; you pushed him away as much as you could, and he tried at all costs to get you back into his arms or bed or into your pants. But now he has crossed the line.

That's why you stormed straight to his office again, bypassing all the secretaries and security with your natural grace.

And what unnerved you the most was how the bastard had the nerve to smile in amusement as you barged into his office.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" You snap at him angrily, closing the door behind you. You walk over to his desk, the click of your heels echoing around the room as you throw your purse onto the chair and cross your arms, glaring at him.

"I have the impression that your greetings have become more and more dry and aggressive, haven't they, petal?

"My sister failed her first exam, even though I know she wrote it damn well. As it turns out, her professor is a dear friend of yours. Do you have any explanation for this?" You ask him accusingly, and he just smirks and shrugs, not even hiding the fact that he wasn't involved at all.

"Perhaps she didn't study enough?"

"Do you want to take it out on someone? Take it out on me, but leave Y/S/N out of it!" You shout at him madly, pointing a finger at him. He tilts his head at you in curiosity and stands from his chair, walking around the desk and standing in front of you.

You don't feel comfortable about him being so close to you, but there's no way that you'll show him that he's making you feel nervous and anxious.

"Calm down, sweetheart. This is exactly the reaction I needed from you." He says, his icy blue eyes piercing right through you, making you almost shiver under his intensive gaze. Even when you were in heels, he was slightly taller than you.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" You growl menacingly, crossing your arms defensively. He just smiles and gently brushes your hair away from your face, smiling softly. He is not gentle. You know about it. He's waiting for your slightest slip or show of weakness.

"I've been trying to contact you for weeks, sending letters, calling, leaving notes, and trying to start a conversation."

"You push me into a limo and molest me." You say, defeating all his attempts to make you feel guilty.

You won't have any Stockholm syndrome. He is the one who pursues you; he is the one who harasses you and won't let you move on after the breakup. He didn't even fucking acknowledge your breakup! The problem was with him, not with you. And you know he saw it fully in your eyes—the certainty that what was between you was far from a healthy relationship. And he doesn't like the direction you're going with your conclusions. That's why he resorts to heavier measures.

You hold back a gasp as he suddenly closes the gap between you with one step and places his hand on your cheek. You let him stroke it tenderly as he leans towards you to whisper seductively in your ear.

"You moaned so beautifully for me that even a deaf person wouldn't think you were forced. Admit that you miss me, just like I miss you. You'll make it easier for all of us."

He pulls away from you just enough to look into your eyes again. You decide to try and play his game and lick your lips, moving your gaze between his eyes and his mouth. You tilt your chin up and lean in, your lips almost brushing against his as you whisper.

"Listen to me carefully, because I'll only say this once. I. Will. Never. Come. Back. To. You. So take a hint and leave me alone." As you finish speaking, you reach for your bag and step away from him. You're walking towards the exit when, halfway there, you hear his quick footsteps behind you.

"Not so fast." He grabbed your wrist and turned you towards him, holding you close to his chest. His eyes turn a raging ocean colour with anger and annoyance at your teasing and mockery. "Do you really want your sister to have to take thousands of exams? Work harder because you couldn't commit one evening to me?"

"Evening?" You ask indignantly and in outrage, at which he laughs.

"Nothing dirty. Although I like your way of thinking..."

"Coriolanus." You interrupt him before he can continue the topic. He rolls his eyes at you, clearly not appreciating you interrupting his fun.

"I need a date for one evening. And after the successful show we put on at the opening of The Hunger Games, people are hungry for... well, more of us. What do you say? Will you find enough courage and willingness to accompany me, my love?"

"And you'll leave Y/S/N alone? No more creating problems for her to get my attention?" You make sure. He smiles... differently. With a strange, dangerous glint in his eye that makes you feel more uneasy than how you were since he pulled you to his chest. And you realise how close he actually is when he leans in, forcing you to look him in the eyes.

"Have I ever broken my promise to you, Y/N?"

"Surprisingly not." You answer after a long moment, trying to remember any such situation. He always did everything he promised for you. You didn't know if it was his advantage or… a more disquieting trait.

"You see. You have my word. I will fulfil everything I promised you, my little petal. Everything." He whispers softly, making you shiver as he gently takes a rose out of his jacket pocket and places it behind your ear. You knew this supposedly sweet act of his very well. It was the importance of his territory.

After his words, there is a long silence between the two of you. You hold your breath, mesmerised, as you stare into his icy-blue eyes. He was always so… composed around you. It was as if he was always able to do and say exactly what he wanted and planned. It was as if your entire interaction was just a game for him, a game he was convinced he couldn't lose. He lost his temper with you only once—when you surprised him with that break up…. but you aren't sure if he acknowledged it.

You come to your senses and out of his strange charm the moment he leans in so close to you that your noses gently brush against each other.

You pull away from him, much to his displeasure, and clear your throat. You keep your eyes on him, and in a challenge—one of the few acts of rebellion you can commit—you reach for the rose in your hair and take it out.

"When and where is this event?" You growl through clenched teeth.

"Friday evening. I'll pick you up at 8 p.m." He says it nonchalantly, putting his hands in his pocket. He acts as if nothing happened, and he was just inviting you to the party. As if he wasn't threatening your sister's future to force you to hang on his arm as an ornament for one evening... or maybe even longer.

"I'll go there myself."

"Not happening. You're coming there with me. Transportation is on me. After all, you're my date. It would look bad in public opinion if I didn't treat you like... a princess." He says it firmly, with a delicate smile on his lips—not the pleasant, warm one, but the cunning, cold one he showed when he won over his opponent. The one you were starting to get used to.

And you think while looking at him that if you were the princess in this story, then he was the dragon, keeping you in your palace or tower away from other people. To make sure you were completely at his mercy.

"I'm not sitting next to you in the limo or any car. And if you lay your hands on me, I will cut them off with those dull knives they serve to people with the dinner." He's more amused by your threat, but nods obediently. He takes a few steps towards you but stops, leaving a decent distance between you.

"I'd like to see you try. But you have to behave yourself. Or little Y/S/N will repeat her first year at university. Are we clear?"

"Yes. And I already have a dress, so don't you dare send me anything, understood?" He chuckles mockingly at your words, his pearly white teeth gleaming in the sunlight. You know him too well to be enchanted by such a sight of him. After all, the wolf seems beautiful too, until it attacks you.

"Perfectly. I can't wait to see you then." He says it in a sweet tone of voice. You shake your head and walk towards the exit. "And Y/N." Reluctantly, you turn towards him, your hand on the doorknob. "If I were you, I would have stopped ignoring my calls."

"Go to hell." You say it in an equally sweet tone of voice as his.

You smile at him and throw a rose towards him, bowing. Just like Lucy Gray. You smile victoriously and walk out, slamming the door behind you. You're glad you were able to finally throw him out of control and get him angry.

You leave the building with your head proudly held high. But the truth is that even though you try to pretend that you are controlling your situation with Coriolanus, the truth is that you are not. And you are absolutely terrified by it.

"You look beautiful, Y/N." your sister says as you are walking down the stairs of your house. It was Friday evening, and you were waiting for Coriolanus to come pick you up.

"Thank you, Y/S/N. Revise for the exam?" You ask, walking over to the mirror and putting on your earrings. Your long silver dress hugs your curves perfectly, revealing just enough skin that you don't have to worry about feeling Coriolanus' touch on you.

"Yes. I don't have a handsome boyfriend who would take me to the Capitol Gala. I envy you so much."

"You have nothing to envy, honey. Besides, Coriolanus is not my boyfriend. We broke up." You remind her, maybe a little too harshly judging by the way the younger girl flinches. You sigh and walk over to her with an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry. I just... don't like to remind people about it all the time. Coriolanus and I... we are just friends."

"But you were together at the Hungry Games opening ceremony! All my friends say that you two are a sweet couple and are perfect for each other." She says, adjusting the necklace around your neck, at which you smile fondly. You hug her and place a kiss on the top of her head.

"Sometimes people just… aren't meant to be together. Even if they think otherwise, remember how our parents wanted you to start dating John?" You ask, wrapping one arm around her. She winces and flinches at the memory, making you laugh out loud. You haven't laughed honestly in quite a few weeks.

"Is Coriolanus a self-absorbed idiot? That's why you don't want him?" She asks, comparing him to the boy who courted her.

"No. Not at all. He is... extremely attentive." You say it thoughtfully. And maybe other people would take it as a compliment, but to you... it was a dangerous trait. Alarming. Worrisoming.

"Well, anyway, I hope you have a nice evening. Maybe you two can talk, so he'll stop calling and sending you all this stuff. Don't get me wrong, it's nice to get jewellery from you every other day, but it must be... tiring for you if you don't love him anymore."

You smile at that. She was so… innocent; you, too, once were and believed in love. That's why you were with Coryo. He was gallant, elegant, and handsome. A true gentleman. Until he showed his true side—the side you are now afraid of. He was capable of doing many things to make sure he would get what he wanted. And now he wanted you.

"I want you to be careful..." You say, stroking her braids.

"Of what? Overworked because of studying all night?" She asks teasingly, clearly amused by your serious tone and sudden thoughtfulness.

"Of powerful men." The silence in the room after your words clearly makes your sister anxious, as does your depressed mood.

"Y/N... is everything okay?" You put on a fake smile and hug her one last time before putting your shawl around your arms and grabbing your bag.

"Of course. Don't worry about me. I'm going to have a fun night. Study. I promise it will be worth it." You say, placing a kiss on her forehead, and leave the room and house as you hear the car horn.

"Do you enjoy yourself?" Coriolanus asks, leaning in behind you and whispering in your ear as you stand at the table with alcohol and sweets.

"The champagne is delicious." You turn to look at him, to not have him behind your back, and finish the rest of your drink. You lean on the table, setting the glass down as you look at him carefully. "When can I go back home?"

"Just a few more moments, my petal." He places his hands on your shoulders, massaging them gently. You let him, leaning further into his side and closing your eyes tiredly. "Do you like it?"

"You're a poor masseur, but for lack of better hands…"

"I meant tonight. All those people who fawned over you and looked at you with respect and awe. All these women and men who wanted to fulfil your every little wish... don't you like this feeling of power? Superiority? Knowing that they will do anything to gain your favour?"

"You do it every day around me. This is nothing new." You say it dismissively and turn your back to him, taking a piece of cake from the table and eating it.

"I can stop. And I will stop if you keep pushing me away every time I try to get closer to you, every time I put my hand on your waist, every time I lean in to kiss you, and every time you push my hands away from under your dress. If you continue to insist that you are not mine, I will do things you have never imagined... even in your darkest nightmares."

"What do you want so desperately?" You ask him, irritated, putting the empty plate on the table and looking at him with an angry look as you are sick of whatever game he was playing with you.

"You." He says, taking a step towards you and grabbing your chin. He traces his fingers along your jawline, staring at your lips before returning his gaze to your eyes. "We had a good time together. You won't deny it."

"We had. And then you cheated on me." You remind him, feeling furious and hurt.

"It didn't mean anything. I told you. I'm sorry. I could have told you before it happened, let you know what I had to do… or found another way..."

"It does not matter. I don't want you anymore, Coriolanus." You tell him honestly, as you are fed up with everything that has happened between you over the past few months.

"You will change your mind."

"No. I won't." You shake your head, making his confident demeanour fall. He stares at you coldly, processing a plan in his head as he gently tightens his hand on your wrist.

"You'll do it if you still want to matter here. Do you think that if I win, I'll let you work in the lab on secret government projects? After you broke my heart so savagely in front of the entire Capitol? Do you think your family will still be willingly invited to social parties? That your family will have any future?"

"Are you threatening me?"

"I'm warning you. You can either accept me, become my wife and First Lady, or I will make sure you get kicked out of the lab and sabotage all your research for the rest of your life."

"You wouldn't dare."

"Are you sure?" You stared at each other for a moment. You sigh, angry and frustrated, and shake your head, not believing what's happening. "Let's go outside. You could use some fresh air to calm down." Before you can answer him anything, he leads you outside, his hand on your back and suspiciously close to your ass.

You sigh, feeling the cold air of the Capitol on your hot cheeks. Reluctantly, you take Coriolanus' arm as he leads you deeper into the garden to a more secluded spot.

"You wouldn't have a bad life with me. As my First Lady, you would have everything you wanted. I would fund your research. You could leave Dr. Gaul's lab and build your own, not wait for her to die, so you can inherit her legacy. You could have built your own one."

"No, Coriolanus! You can't bribe me! If you really think that I am shallow enough to agree to marry you and to play according to the illusion you have created in your head, then you are delusional. WE. ARE. DONE."

You turn around and try to get away from him. But before you can, Coriolanus grabs your hand and spins you around, causing you to bump straight into his chest.

Before you can even think about slapping him, he captures your lips with his. You moan even more in shock into his mouth when you feel him place something cold on your finger.

You somehow manage to wriggle out of his grip enough so that his hands and mouth can't reach you. You stare at the ring on your finger in shock. A big fucking diamond that probably glows in the dark and you could gouge out his eyes with if you hit him... which you really wanted to do right now.

"What are you doing?! Corio-mph!" He cuts you off with a kiss before you can get anyone's attention with your scream or really hit him.

You struggle against his grip, your nails digging into his arms, but he just groans and pins you to the tree, ignoring the pain you caused him. Before you can even realise where his hands are, he reaches back and unbuttons your dress. The material slides down to your hips, giving him a perfect view of your bare breasts.

You shiver as you watch him lick his lips and lean down to fuck the skin of your collarbone with kisses, holding your hips in an iron grip as he pins you to the tree. The cold air hits your bare skin, in contrast to Coriolanus's hot breath and tongue.

"I missed you." He whispers in your ear as his hands cup the curve of your breasts and squeeze them.

His touch is everywhere, slithering over you and clinging to you like a snake, wrapping itself around you tenderly and greedily, taking advantage of every opportunity he has. His mouth is as dynamic as his hands, biting at the tender spots of your neck, licking and sucking, marking you as his own when all he can think about is your body, pressed against him.

"I can give you everything. The whole world. For your touch, kiss, and moan when you come around me. All you have to do is accept me, me, and our future. It only takes one yes from you to make you my equal... and it only takes one no from you to make me destroy everything you love and everything you know. I will be the only one you can come to and the only person you will remember. I will destroy you if that is the price of having you, Y/N. I promise you that."

His whispered words against your skin, the hot touch of his tongue in all the right places on your neck, his hands teasing your breasts, and your quick, heavy breaths are distracting. You can't think straight, not when he's stimulating your senses, teasing your nipples, or when he's whispering his dark promises you should've been afraid of.

You come to your senses the moment one of his hands cups your abused breasts and slips under your dress, cupping your pussy. His long fingers tease you through the fabric of your panties, collecting the wetness he caused, and that's when the gravity of the whole situation hits you.

"No. Stop it. Stop! Help!" You scream, trying to push him away, but he covers your mouth with his hand brutally, drowning out any screams. You squeal as he presses his knee against your clothed cunt in an attempt to tease you.

You look at him with wide eyes as you freeze when his knee begins to rub against your most sensitive, wet (to your defeat and disgust) at his attention, part of your body.

"It ends only with me inside you, so you can either be a good girl for me or continue to be a stubborn brat and delay and deny us our pleasure. You have no idea how many times I came just from watching you from afar. You have no idea how much I want, crave, and desire you. I can't think or function normally. I can't create any plans without thinking about how wonderfully this tight pussy felt around me and how I need your soft walls to tighten around me again. So shut up and let me bring pleasure to us both, or try to keep fighting. Your stubborn struggle only excites me more, my petal."

To confirm his words, he presses himself against you, making you feel his hardness pressing through his pants and pressing against your lower abdomen. You breathe quickly, trying to think of a way out of this situation. You were in the fucking garden in the middle of a party—the gala of the year! Someone must have come here. He couldn't have just... taken you here.

"So? Will you finally accept your fate and place by my side, or do I need to break you? And trust me… I'll have even more fun."

His hands move to your hips. He changes your position, pressing you against the tree, his length rubbing through his pants against your clothed and wet core. You are trapped.

You could resist him, and maybe he would let you go... but then what? You and your family will be destroyed in the eyes of the Capitol if he wins and becomes president. You'll be finished, and your whole career will go to hell if you don't do it.

So you sigh, defeated. You close your eyes, place your hands on his shoulders, hold him for balance, and nod your head, surrendering to him.

"Look at me." You reluctantly comply, meeting his icy eyes with yours. His pupils are fully dilated, a faint blush decorates his cheeks, and you see the glint of victory and satisfaction in his eyes as he delights in his prey. You. "I need your words, my little petal." You bite your lip, furious that he's making you beg for him like a bitch in heat. As if he wasn't the one who desperately needed you all this time.

"I... please." You spit out, not looking at him. He grabs your neck in his grip and forces you to meet his gaze as his clothed body presses against your naked one, only in panties, your dress having slipped completely off of you at some point in your... conversation.

"Please what? More conviction and self-confidence, darling. Continue to be my little brat."

"Just fuck me, Coriolanus." You say it angrily, meeting his smug look. He smirks cockily, and in one quick movement, he cups the cheeks of your buttom with his hands and lifts you up, pinning you to the tree with his hips. You moan as he rubs against your clothed pussy and squeezes your ass tightly.

"Gladly." He growls, crashing into your mouth hungrily.

You gasp as he tears your panties in half, the cool night air hitting your exposed, hot womanhood. He moves his mouth to your breasts, sucking hickeys there as he teases your slick folds, making you blush with embarrassment at how wet you were for him.

He's not trying to stretch you or prepare you for taking his thick length after... such a long time of separation. The undoing of his belt and the zipper of his pants are the only warnings you get as you feel the tip of his cock with pre-cum rubbing at your entrance.

As he begins to enter you, you lower your head and bite into his neck, ignoring the collar of his shirt that covers most of his skin. Your saliva soaks his shirt as you moan into his neck.

"You know, I could have fucked you raw the day you thought you could leave me. I guess I should've done that. Put you over my knee for being a brat, give you a few spanks to remind you of your place, and fuck the baby inside you so you can focus on something meaningful. After all, your womb belongs to me, as do all of you. Although I don't know if you'd moan as sweetly and loudly as you do now… What kind of feeling is it? Having someone who you swore you despised wholeheartedly inside you? You take me too well, darling. Your smart, stubborn mouth may call me the worst names, but as long as those wet and tight down there welcome me like home, we both know what the truth is. We both know you want it as much as I do." He says, grunting as he pushes his cock into your tight pussy.

You both moan as he buries himself up to his balls inside you.

He grabs your hair and pulls your face away from his neck, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss as he gives you time to get used to the feeling of him inside you again. You mockingly think to yourself that he's waiting because he's afraid he'll finish too soon.

He fucks a line of kisses along your jaw as he begins to move. You hiss, digging your nails into his shoulders as you hold on to him. You think you've made a few little holes in his shirt with your nails, but that's your last concern now as he pounds into you faster and faster.

You both try to be quiet, trying not to attract anyone's attention, although, judging by the loud music coming from inside the building, it's unlikely that anyone will be looking for you. And hearing your grunts and moans is rather a huge challenge, but still, the last thing you want is for someone to walk into both of us...

"Mine. Only mine." Coriolanus growls into your neck; his thrusts are faster and more precise, making you bite your lip to hold back your moans, but he doesn't let you do it for long. He wants to feel and hear all of you. He wants to revel in his victory. That's why he kisses you, biting your buttom lip to the blood. He pulls away and leans his forehead on yours as he listens to the little sounds you make as he fucks the brain out of you. "Can you feel how deep I am? How well am I filling you? You will be a beautiful First Lady. Fuck. My future First Lady. My future wife. The mother of my children." He moans in your ear. You don't answer; you take ragged breaths, listening to the squelch of your joined bodies echoing around this secluded part of the garden.

You think about everything. About how perfectly he fills you, what a bastard he is, how he drives you crazy with his words and moans and touches and thrusts, and how bad it is that you enjoy having sex with him and despise what he has done. But you have some needs too...

Unfortunately, Coriolanus was the only one who could meet them and satisfy you.

"You were meant for me. Just like I was for you. We are the two sides of the same coin… WE. ARE. UNITY." He growls, making one last few hard pushes into you, making you both cum. He captures your lips in a kiss, muffling both of your screams as you fall apart around him, feeling his warm seed flood your womb.

You shake, wrapping your arms around him tightly, trusting him to hold the weight of both of you as you see nothing but white light in your orgasmic haze. You can't feel your legs, but you know you're still clenching them tightly around him. Your mind is empty; you feel amazing, electric bliss, but it is immediately followed by the realisation of what you have done.

You gave yourself to him. You agree to be engaged to him. The entire Capitol will be watching you. You will have to marry him if he wins the elections.

You're snapped out of your thoughts when he starts to move. But you don't open your eyes. You don't want to see him in his post-orgasmic state. You don't want to see his smug smirk and the twinkle in his eyes. You feel him press a kiss on your temple and slowly pull himself out of you, making you both moan.

You shiver as he sets you on your feet, supporting your waist with his hands. You feel how his seed, and your juices are lazily oozing down your thighs, reminding you of what you agreed to. About your deal with the devil.

You whine, grabbing his wrist in protest as he swipes the excess of your combined cum from your thighs and cunt.

"Don't worry, I know your limits." He says, pulling his hand away from your grip and licking it off. He gives you one of his fingers to suck, which you reluctantly agree to as he stuffs it into your mouth. "Good girl."

"Screw you."

He laughs at your hostility and zips up his pants. He reaches for your dress and helps you get back into it. After he rips your panties, you have to go without them, clearly feeling... the effects of your hot little moment.

"And what now?" You ask him as he puts on his jacket and buttons it, trying his best to hide the bloody marks you left on him.

"We go back to the party, I say goodbye to everyone I need to, and we leave. I have some rings for you to try on in my apartment. The one on your finger is only for a moment. It's big enough for them to notice it and start gossiping. You can choose which one you like more. My bed was also rather lonely and cold without you in it." He suggests, seductively, running a finger along your bare arm as he places the straps of your dress over your shoulders, making sure they don't slide down.

"Don't hope for more moments like this. I can play the doting fiancée in front of the Capitol, but behind closed doors, I'm not going to pretend that you're anything more than a pathetic, cold man who needs affection from someone who despises you with all her heart." You growl and push him away from you. You put your heels back on and take out your lipstick, powder, and mirror from your purse, fixing your appearance.

"It didn't look like you despised me when you cum around my cock just a few minutes ago." He points it out and walks over to you. He fixes his hair and yours and offers you his arm once you fix your makeup. You roll your eyes when you see in the mirror that he has tucked a rose behind your ear. AGAIN.

"Oh, shut up. I'd come around anyone. I haven't had sex in months." You say it angrily and place your hand in the crook of his arm as he leads you back towards the building and to the party.

"Same here." You snort derisively, not believing his confession even for a second.

"As if I could ever trust you again. Besides, you can fuck with Cardew and the others as much as you want. I don't care."

"I prefer to be with you, my little petal. Smile. We'll have company soon." He puts his arm around yours, pulling you closer to him as you walk down the path. In fact, Lucky Flickerman comes around the corner, talking with some women and men. They all giggle. The man stops when he sees the two of you.

"Oh... well... it looks like our future president is a womanizer." Coriolanus grimaces at his last word but is clearly happy that Lucky believes in his victory, so he smiles politely at the man.

"Quite the opposite. We just celebrated our engagement." He announces it proudly, and you hear the rest of Flickerman's company gossiping livelyly, watching you even more closely.

For the first time, you appreciate Coriolanus' strong arm wrapped around your waist. It's rather hard for you to stand after what you two did together a few minutes ago. You're glad you were able to finish before the group left for their walk.

"Oh! Congratulations! You have to come to my new show. People will go crazy when they hear about how Capitol's most popular couple is taking the next step in their relationship! And I think we are all very curious about your beginnings. And the wedding will come soon! I guess right after the election, am I wrong? Oh, it doesn't matter, lovebrids. It is indeed an amazing year for the society of Capitol and Panem."

"We will, Lucretius. Maybe as a presidential couple? Who knows... What do you think about it, my darling? Would you like an interview about us?" Coriolanus turns his head and looks at you questioningly, with mock concern and affection in his eyes. Only you can see how false his act is... or at least you think he is just pretending.

You hear one of the women gushing over the look and the way Coriolanus addresses you. The clever bastard plays the card of a guy who is head over heels in love to gain even more sympathy from society before the elections.

"It would be amazing, honey." You reply with a smile, leaning more into him as Flickerman and the others say how adorable the two of you are.

And you just stand there smiling, playing your part as the happy bride. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Coriolanus stealing glances at you, and you can't help but wonder... is he really that good at acting, or is he serious in his desire for you and your feelings?

Coriolanus's arm wraps around your waist possessively, like a snake, as the two of you pose for photos. Camera flashes blind you, but you keep a fake smile on your lips.

Several months have passed since your... interaction in the garden. You continued to play his loving fiancée in front of the Capitol, but you remained cold and uncaring towards him. You haven't fucked in the garden since then. You made sure to push and move away from him whenever he got too close to you in private.

Luckily, you didn't have to move into his apartment, and you still lived with your parents. You managed to convince him that moving would be pointless if you were about to move into the presidential palace. You prayed every day that this wouldn't happen.

Out of the corner of your eye, you notice that he turns his head to look at you. You automatically do the same without thinking much about it. And that's your mistake. When you meet his intense gaze of icy blue eyes... you can't look away. You feel like he's holding you tightly by the chin and forcing you to look into his irises... But how can you look away when you see emotions in his eyes that they would never dare admit to you? And judging by the way it sent photographers into a frenzy as they screamed in excitation, you know you're not the only one who saw it.

You still can't figure out if it's just an act or if he actually has feelings for you. Something more than a sick obsession. Maybe you were really starting to have symptoms of Stockholm syndrome?

He pulls you from your thoughts as he leans towards you to tell you something, trying to shout over the crowd around you.

"Are you ready? Shall we go to our seats?"

You nod at him. He takes your hand in his and leads you inside the building, where the official announcement of the results is to take place. The crowd around you whistles in delight as he sees how protectively he treats you and how he guides you through the crowd while making sure you keep up with his pace and don't follow him. He has you beside him, gently distant away—enough for him to be able to cover you in case of any danger.

He leads you to a place of honour next to Dr. Gaul. He kisses you on the cheek and leaves to take his place on the podium in front of the cameras with the other candidates.

"Nice ring." The woman next to you says, a teasing smirk on her lips.

"He would put a collar around my neck with his name on it if he could. I suppose you would help him with that." You snort indignantly and furiously, at which she laughs.

"I can't deny that I'm rooting for you two." You roll your eyes at her and focus your gaze on Lucky, who opens the event.

You know very well that if he becomes president, you will lose everything. All your freedom. You will have to play the role of his devoted wife and mother to his children for the rest of your life. It is true that you will have funds at your disposal to conduct your own research in the laboratory, but will it make you happy? Could you live like that?

"But there can only be one winner…" Lucky's voice snaps you out of your thoughts. You and the entire Capitol are waiting for the results. To hear the name of your new president. "And that is CORIIOLANUS SNOW! Ladies and gentlemen, let's salute our president!"

The world is dying around you. People shout and chant the name of Coriolanus; there is a huge noise of applause and joy. You won't leave your seat. You sit there, frozen, realising the harsh truth. Now, nothing can stop him. He can do anything he wants, and you know damn well that he, like all these people, has no boundaries.

"But where is he? Where is our president?" Before you can look around, you feel hands cupping your face as someone pulls you to the left. Coriolanus' lips crash against yours, and you can only moan into his sudden, passionate kiss and let him do whatever he wants. "Oh, yes, that's where he is! Where else could a man be after hearing that he had won? Of course, at the side of his chosen one, his life companion, and his beloved! This is how it should be, my friends! This is who the Capitol has chosen! A man who loves his woman above all else and shares his joys and sorrows with her. That's the real power, my friends. The power of love. Ladies and gentlemen, our president, who is heading right this way, Coriolanus Snow!"

You don't remember what happened next or what speech he made. Strangely enough, consciousness fully returns to you after a few glasses of champagne and wine. You are standing near the bar, away from the large crowd. Coriolanus is already giving another interview when Dr. Gaul approaches you.

"I warned you." She says, and you raise a questioning eyebrow at her. "When you started dating. That there is nothing more dangerous and beneficial to women than powerful men."

"You knew since then?"

"Of course. He is obsessed with power and control. He had his little songbird, but she ran away. Then he met you and you became his new... love interest or obsession. This boy is hard to read sometimes." He tells you as you both look at Coriolanus. Somehow, he feels your eyes on him. He nods at Dr. Gaul and throws you a smirk before his attention returns to the journalist.

"So... it was never true?" You ask, placing your empty glass on the bar.

"I think he cares about you... on his own way." She tells you, which doesn't make you feel any better. You sigh deeply and order a glass of vodka, which you immediately drink. "Oh, don't be so sad. That's life, my child. My husband was just like him. He was a controlling manipulator, but he had one thing that I didn't, the thing that helped me achieve greatness and be where I am now. To be a legend. An icon."

"And what was that?" You ask resignedly, focusing your attention on her.

"Money. A rich and, above all, powerful man is able to do anything if he is madly in love. And Mr. Snow is a perfect example of this. Tell me... how much money has he already put into you? How much did you get in return for the ounce of attention and closeness he so desperately craves? You didn't want to be a whore, but we women have to act like one sometimes."

"There must be another way." You argue, unable to accept such a… cruel truth, but she just laughs bitterly, mockingly.

"There is not. This is the world of men, my child. It is their pride that guides and makes all important decisions. Behind every man, however, there is a woman who... has the strength to overshadow his pride and direct him the way she wants. Unfortunately, you have to seduce him if you want to get what you want. But I know you. And I know you will be able to do it. I know that you, of all people, are the closest to following my path and carrying my legacy."

"I am not like you." You respond quickly, outraged by the ideas she's giving you and her opinion of you.

"Of course not. There are no women or men like me. Besides, you may become the First Lady. The most powerful woman in all of Panem. Take it. Accept his proposal and the ring that you think will be your prison. Use it wisely. To your advantage. It's a chance that not many of us have. Think about it."

You don't have a chance to answer her. Coriolanus approaches you with a huge smile on his face. He places a quick kiss on your cheek and wraps his hand around your waist before turning his full attention to Dr. Gaul.

"Congratulations, Mr. Snow. Or should I say... Mr. President?" She asks him teasingly with a smug, proud smirk. Eventually, her student became president.

"Dr. Gaul, you, of all people, can call me whatever you want." He responds with extreme happiness—a sight that is truly rare. You also think that he is more clingy than usual.

"I shall leave you two to celebrate then, President Snow." She says it with a smile and walks past you, giving you a wink.

You sigh, which doesn't go unnoticed by Coriolanus. He rubs his hand gently over your back and stands in front of you, leaning against the bar.

"We have to go. Photographers and papparazi are dying to take a picture of us both." He says, adjusting the necklace around your neck. You grab his hand and place it against your neck, staring at him from under your eyelashes as you lean towards him and whisper seductively.

"Don't you want to accept my... very warm congratulations first, Mr. President?"

You see that he is surprised by your behavior. He freezes for a moment in shock, looking at you carefully. He licks his lips as his thoughts race, and you casually run your hand over his vest, supposedly straightening it but actually caressing him gently, especially his abdominal muscles through the fabric of his clothes.

"What do you mean?" He asks shakily, swallowing as you intrude even further into his personal space.

"You know what..." You whisper, pressing your leg against his crotch. He hisses, feeling you rub your knee against his cock, which is hardening from your attention. He looks around the room quickly, relieved to see that no one is looking at you.

"Why such a sudden change?" He asks, quickly grabbing your hand that was getting dangerously close to the waistband of his pants as he begins to lead you out of the party and into a more… secluded room.

"There is no change. I still hate you and despise you. But what can I say... I am very drawn to a powerful man, my darling..." You mock him, calling him cute nicknames as he closes the door behind you.

You gasp, surprised, when he pins you immediately against the door. You feel his length press against your hip as he leans over you to whisper in your ear.

"You're going to fall in love with me again. I promise you this, my little petal." And with that, he captures your lips in a passionate kiss, sealing his oath.

And as he pushes his tongue into your mouth, swallowing your moan as his hands roam and tease your pussy with his fingers, preparing you for him, you wonder if even despite your dislike for him, he'll be able to do it. After all, he was a powerful man... but you were an equally powerful woman.

[selfloverrrrrr]

Can I request a non-con (very detailed) where the rich popular kid in college is obsessed with reader. they started dating . After a few months of dating reader realized that character was a yandere and was her stalker she wanted to break up with him but didn't know how he would react. The yandere was at a party and became very drunk so he slept with someone who looked like reader . Then the girl he slept with posted a insta story where yandere was sleeping beside them and reader saw it and when yandere came back reader already left . Reader was already planning on leaving yandere because of their yandere tendencies and controlling behaviour, so after finding out he was cheating she left and yandere wasn't happy abt that . so afew months later in college yandere was walking around but heard a very familiar voice realising it was readers voice he started listening then he heard reader talking abt how she was planning on leaving him but she didn't know how to break it to him so when she found out he was cheating she used that as an excuse to leave him. Yandere was not happy with it he tried to talk with reader but people were always around her so he couldn't approach. Afew years later they meet each other again in a reunion and yandere still wants reader . // I love your writings so much they make my day better .also you should open a backup account 💖

Thank you for the request 💗 I love your requests so much 💗 hope you gonna like it...

Don't Rush

Warnings : smut , heavy smut, unprotected sex, Noncon, Kidnapping, physical and emotional abuse, biting, size difference, Yandere Megumi, stalking, protective, jealous, obsessive, manipulative....

( All characters are aged up/18+)

Minors Do Not Interact

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Y/n's POV

Everything was going fine. Megumi was the most popular rich boy in our college. I always had a crush on him. But one day he came to me and proposed to me. We were together from then. Everything was going well between us.

After one year of dating. I found out he stalked me everywhere?! He had a tracker in my phone... and had cameras in my room and even in my bathroom. What kind of scary shit is that?! After getting to know these things I was already planning on breaking up with him but couldn't find any excuse. Because he was a psychopath!

A month later there was a birthday party of Megumi's friend. He asked me if I wanna go. I said no I wasn't feeling well. He said won't go there either then. But I forced him to go because I wanted some free time for myself. And maybe that was my great decision for the break up.

What happened is... He went to the party. He was drunk and slept with a girl. He thought it was me. His friends told me the whole thing... His friends didn't stopped him? Shitty friends! And the extreme thing was that girl post a story on ig. Megumi and her on bed Megumi was sleeping.

That photo made my heart hurt. But I controlled myself. Because That could be a great reason for the break up! And it happened too! ....he begged me not to go, to stay with him, said sorry for a million times. But we broke up. And to be honest life feels better.

Last year of college in farewell

Megumi's POV

Today was the farewell of our college. I entered the college and I heard a familiar voice in the hallway. Fuck I missed her! I missed y/n so much! I tried to explain to her what happened that night... I didn't do that on purpose ... But she didn't even listen to me. And that bitch girl who slept with me I don't even remember her name...she kept asking me out like fuck off... you ruined my life!

"really?... Megumi? I can't believe it!" I heard y/n's friend said to her. I stopped where I was when I heard they were talking about me. I carefully listen to them.

Y/n: yeah... that is true

Y/n's friend: you mean you didn't broke up with him for that night?

Y/n: ofcourse not... I was planning on breaking up with him a long ago couldn't find any reason....he stalked me, put cameras in my house ! He's a psychopath...

Y/n's friend: that's really scary you know

My eyes widened when I heard that. She got to know I stalked her and put cameras in her house?! But she could've talked with me! And that night wasn't the reason for breaking up with me?! The pain and anger I was feeling together! She'll know... she'll know her place...she is mine! How can she leave me this broken for a shitty reason!!!

Y/n's POV

It was the last day of our college. Everything went well... at least I thought. I thought it was going to be perfect for moving on.... Until my door bell rang. "Coming" I said and went to the door. It was already late at night. I opened the door. There was an awkward silence.

"what do you want?" I asked. "Babe, please.." Megumi whined and came inside on his own and closed the door. "Don't call me babe" I said. "Babe, I'm sorry...." He said as if he's gonna cry. "Tell me why did we break up?" Megumi asked. "As if you don't know... it's that fucking night!" I replied.

"really is it?" He asked. "Yes... now get out and don't show me your face again" I said. "So she had sex with me and you didn't.. that's your fucking reason?!" He screamed on my face. "That's your reason... then let's make it okay" he said and grabbed my arm. Started dragging me towards the couch.

"Megumi stop! What the fuck are you doing!" I said. He threw me on the couch. "The fuck is wrong with you!" I said. He climbed on top of me. "Nothing is wrong with me... I'm fixing which is wrong with you" he said. "Megumi get off me right now!" I said. "And what if I don't?" He said and pressed his lips on mine.

Forcing his tongue inside my mouth. Exploring my mouth. Kissing me roughly. He wasn't even giving me time to take a breath. Then he pulled away. "You broke up with me just because I stalked you? Fit cameras and trackers? I'm your fucking boyfriend I'm supposed to know where you are and what are you doing.... you should support me on that!" He screamed again.

He grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head. My boobs bounced out. He looked at those with lust in his eyes and didn't waste any time, crashed his mouth on my breast licking, sucking and teasing the nipple and squeezing the other one with his hand. I moaned in the sensetion. I grabbed his hair and tried to stop him by pulling it but it didn't even effect on him. "M-Megumi stopppp" I screamed but he didn't stop.

Then he took off my skirt and then took off my pantie. he looked at my pussy. He rubbed his finger on my clit. Then he licked my pussy. I couldn't help but moan loudly. He smirked at my reaction and undo his pants.

His dick sprang out. It was too big and too thick. Fear grabbed me by my neck. " M-Megumi no no no... P-please no... s-stop" I begged but didn't even listen to me and slammed his whole dick inside me in one slide. I screamed. He didn't even give me time to adjust his size and started thrusting in and out roughly. "How does it feel?..it feels good, right? This is what you wanted? To feel my dick?" He said and laughed sarcastically. I was through my legs with pain and begging him to stop. And he liked it so much. His thrust became harder and harder.

I clenched around him tightly and he moaned loudly " ughhhhhh....ahhh s-so...ahhhh....so f-fucking tight " he started rubbing my clit with his thumb and I bite his shoulder scratched his back to control myself. With a few more thrust I came. He was still thrusting roughly. I felt his cock pulsing inside me. I tried to push him away with all of my strength." Ughh...no no no no...ahhhhhh...no please no....ahhhhhh..... n-not ahhhh.....not inside..." I moaned. He grabbed my throat and chocked me down to the bed. " Shhh.... shut up and just fucking take what I'm giving you." He screamed. Within a minute he came inside me I could feel his seed inside me. Then he pulled out.

"try to leave for giving me any dumb reason... you'll see how rough I can be" he whispered in my ear.

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[pianocat939]

Ah yes- the one guy everyone screams over-

Tw: controlling behaviour, implications of isolation, you get fucking restricted to a room-, helicopter dad (platonic part), kidnapping, violence

Yandere Miguel O'Hara Headcanons

Type: Controlling + Possessive

Romantic

He is definitely one who likes to control, I mean- just all the scenes of him were just him wanting to contain Miles and keep him from doing whatever he wished. Possessive? I headcanon it also goes into his want to control and his alternate being lost.

When you first meet him, I'm sure it's going to be negative or he just doesn't trust you at all. But, over time as you interact more negatively or positively, some character trait you have interested him or perhaps brings a memory he was once fond of. Then, he tries to talk to you more and slowly brings you to trust him.

He doesn't like taking the friend stage, because I just think he doesn't seem the type to ultimately trust people and call them friends. So after a few months, he'll straight up confess his romantic feelings to you. If you agree, the less severe his aggression and strictness will be. But here's the thing, he won't take no for an answer. So he'll just haul you over his shoulder and take you away to a secluded space where he can trap you- and don't bother escaping.

Depending on your response his actions and demeanour as a romantic partner will differ. If you don't actively purposefully disobey or disregard him he'll let you talk to others and go to places on your own. But he expects you to return to him at certain points of the day.

If you're not compliant with him he'll lock your up in a certain area and you are expected to obey the rules he has set unless you want more restrictions.

He's not super affectionate, but in private times and if he trusts you enough he'll give you some physical affection (because istg he is definitely some sappy word guy).

He IS violent when it comes to others. If they step outside their boundaries he is just a monster. So don't try to let other people get killed ok?

Honestly, he's just a troubled man who needs some support in his life.

"No one has been acting too close to you today, right? Because I'm definitely not in the mood to go scuff up another person today."

Platonic

He is definitely one who likes to control, I mean- just all the scenes of him were just him wanting to contain Miles and keep him from doing whatever he wished. Possessive? I headcanon it also goes into his want to control and his alternate being lost.

When you first meet him, I'm sure it's going to be negative or he just doesn't trust you at all. But, over time as you interact more negatively or positively, some character trait you have interested him or perhaps brings a memory he was once fond of. Then, he tries to talk to you more and slowly brings you to trust him.

He's honestly dad from there- like he constantly asks if you've taken the necessary things needed for a healthy life (food, liquid, vitamins, etc.) He'll be very helicopter dad definitely, ensuring you're "secure". If you're another spider, he might take the time to train you a little.

Depending on your response his actions and demeanour as a friend/father figure will differ. If you don't actively purposefully disobey or disregard him he'll let you talk to others and go to places on your own. But he expects you to return to him at certain points of the day.

If you're not compliant with him he'll lock your up in a certain area and you are expected to obey the rules he has set unless you want more restrictions.

He's not very affectionate, but he does show some love with the occasional head pat or gifting you stuff you want/like. He IS violent when it comes to others. If they step outside their boundaries he is just a monster. So don't try to let other people get killed ok?

Honestly, he's just a troubled man who needs some support in his life.

"What do you mean you've only drunk a litre of water today?! You need to drink more, so don't make me force it down your throat."

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Yeah so here's some content for everybody's favourite-

I'm sorry but I cannot take him seriously at all- like I was almost laughing at him when I watched the movie-

My sleep schedule is really weird so apologies for uploading at an odd time today

- Celina

[starshipsofstarlord]

pretty eyes (3)

summary. picking up where you left off isn’t always the easiest thing to proceed with, especially when you and daryl are still bickering. but there are ways to make amends

warnings. smut, fingering, a lottt of making out, swearing, slapping, brief angst

a/n. again there will be another part, i apologise for this having taken so long 🖤

MINORS DNI (18+), I DO NOT CONTROL YOUR CONSUMPTION ON THIS BLOG 👻

divider credits. @cafekitsune

He was rough yet tender as he cupped your face, his thumbs tracing the structure of your jawline as his mouth devoured your own, the broad and crisp sunlight bringing heat to your skin. Your noses traced back and forth together, your heavy breaths became one notion of inhaling and exhaling. There wasn’t a thought surpassing your mind as you physically reconciled after your stubborn disdain at one another, moulding together as though you could melt after the other’s touch.

Alas you were forced to part from the oxygen that your lungs required, and you breathed heavily, your chest rising in a rapid motion as the two of you wordlessly stared at one another. His pupils were transformed into an enlarged size, there wasn’t anything that could surpass the silence that brooded scornfully between you, as neither of you both were sure on how to proceed. You could feel the swollen lining around your lips, and you bit nervously at it, attempting to scratch an itch to make the quiet around you less tense.

“Shoul’n’t a done tha’.” Daryl stated, however he seemed less appalled by the contact that you had made than he had shown previously. His cerulean orbs raked across your face as his feet jaggedly trudged backwards, committing some distance from you. He felt almost drunk from your kiss, and that made him feel absurdly foolish. It wasn’t in his nature to be so astounded by a simple touch, but it was definitely affecting him.

His pulse raced in the depths of his flesh, and his bloodstream pounded heavily in his ears as he awaited for your response, hoping that you would agree with him. It was a mistake, one that certainly shouldn’t happen again. Those damning eyes of yours were distracting him from his shield of resentment, and he tried to shun them from his sight, however you were staring straight ahead at him, which made it defiantly impossible.

“Daryl,” the sound of his name escaping your plush lips had him desperate to hear it fall from your lips over and over… No. He wasn’t some idiot that was willing to fall head over heels, he was simply attracted to your physical form, that was all that it could be. It was all that he would allow it to be. He never wanted anyone close, he’d be a pussy as Merle would call him if he had any feeling for you and his brother were here.

“Don’ got time for this.” He remarked as he swiftly turned around with the purpose of getting as far away from you as possible, however he hadn’t anticipated for you to follow him like a lost lamb, with a frown written upon your face. “Why the hell ya followin’ me? Huh, ain’t no one else yer wanna fuck ‘round here?” In truth, he’d inwardly resent it if you shacked up with one of the other men in your group, but he’d silence the qualms he’d have with your sexual relations.

“Honestly, no.” You crossed your arms once again, and he battled with looking in your eyes to your raised breasts, sucking in a much needed breath. “But again that’s not why I’m here Dixon, we have to sort this tension between us out; and I didn’t come on my own accord, Shane sent me here for the sake of the rest of the group. It’s not about me and you screwing, it’s about being civil. I think we can do just about that, right?”

Daryl scoffed, shaking his head. “Ya listening to Shane now.” He laughed mockingly and you rolled your eyes at his behaviour, already wishing you hadn’t bothered. You were prepared to stalk away, and so to relent from this dispersive attitude you were being given, you headed to the woods, touching your side in a double checking fashion for your blade. Yes, you had it. You were all good to go, and escape this hellish debacle. The trees surrounded you, hiding you in their shrubbery and shading of leaves as you tried to clear your head. “Ya tryna get yourself killed or somethin’ woman?”

Of course he had followed you, but you raggedly shook out your hair, ignoring him. He had wanted you gone, to leave him be in his solidarity, and the next moment he had trailed after you, in a marching stride as he recalled you to return back to the campsite that you had set up on the farm. “No.” You blankly stated, you weren’t stupid and knew damn well how to defend yourself. “No I’m not Daryl. You wanted me to leave you alone so that’s what I’m doing. So go back to being by yourself, you don’t owe me anything.”

“Wait. Just hold up a second.” He sighed, stalking alongside you to make your steps pause. “I- uh, I jus’, fuck you woman.” He closed his eyes, as your palm collided with the side of his face and the sting blossomed upon his cheek. The man was a little taken aback, but he shouldn’t have expected any different for his last words. Daryl was full of copious frustration, and he was done with it. “Fuck it.” With his body weight he grasped you by the shoulders, leading you backwards until you were trapped between him and a tall shot of bark.

You were furious, but all discretions were smothered into dismal whining as Daryl pressed against you, his mouth hungrily colliding with your own. Your eyes were closed as you could do nothing but reciprocate his motions, licking into his mouth with vigour as his hands strewed in your hair. He became lost in your kiss, as he allowed one of his hands to grapple down and pledge your ass in his grip. His administration caused a gasp to shatter from your lips as you allowed him to do as he pleased, his hands worked desperately at the fly of your faded and worn jeans as he began to pull the denim down.

“This is definitely a way we might be able to get along.” Inherently you mumbled as you felt lips and teeth tug at the flesh of your neck, and you hadn’t even thought of him leaving bruising marks along your throat. A pleased moan fell deliriously from your lips as you felt his rough hand slide into your cotton panties, feeling your cunt over as he stroked his ring finger against entrance. He ensured you were wet enough before he plunged it inside of you, and when he did your eyes flew open.

As he licked his lips in concentration, he became adherent to anything other than your eyes, even with his wrist continuing to move to prompt you pleasure. “Such pretty eyes.” He muttered to himself, allowing a soft smile to capture his mouth for a moment as he brought you to the brink of pleasure, slipping another finger inside of you. Your eyes were blow wide like those of a deer, and you grabbed at his arm, lips gaping open as you released silent moans, restraining all noise if there were any walkers nearby.

“Daryl.” His name burned like an ember on your lips, and he was compelled to capture them again, as your hands caressed wantonly down his body, grabbing at the prominent bulge he wore beneath his clothing. This was a sure way to reconcile your arrogance towards one another, and you were futilely desperate for more.

[vivithefolle]

Hi Vivi! I'd like to ask something as a Ron fan. How abusive is Ron really in book six? He gave Hermione the silent treatment, and when I decided to research about the silent treatment I found it's a form of psychological abuse???? WHAT??? I love him so much but he literally disgusts me in this book, making girls cry, and what he did to Hermione isn't exactly forgivable. The more I think about it the less I like him which is a shame, because I would defend him with my life but the hbp makes it IMPOSSIBLE for me to feel sympathy for him. And it kinda icks me how hermione keeps crying over a boy who might not even be worthy her tears. Jkr clearly wants to villainize him in some way and make us hate him and think he's gross and unworthy. And unfortunately, that bitch succeeds by ruining his arc

Okay okay, valid. Somewhat.

Because. Really. Remember.

Who's the one who later *extends* the silent treatment?

I'm sure you've read some asshole basher's take on HBP!Ron and yeah it's certainly not his proudest book. But know who else is an absolute dickface who's not worthy of Ron's tears in that book?

Hermione.

Hermione and her "spared Ron one look of disdain". Hermione and her treating Ron coldly when he reacts to Lavender being nice to him (while Hermione withholds attention from him deliberately, WHICH IS ABUSIVE BEHAVIOUR but Rowling justifies with "oh but that's how girls are like tee hee"). Hermione and her "golden bullets", Harry and his "yeah Ron you may have just gotten assaulted but shouldn't YOU apologize to Hermione cause yknow it's basically your fault if she's an unhinged violent asshole who thinks she's allowed to hurt you as a form of retribution?". Hermione and her "I like really good Quidditch players". Hermione and, when Ron *immediately* tries to talk to her once he sees her upon returning from Christmas, her blatantly ignoring Ron and keeping the silent treatment going UNTIL RON'S BIRTHDAY IN MARCH. RON KEPT THE SILENT TREATMENT GOING FOR LIKE ~3 WEEKS, HERMIONE KEPT IT UP FOR MONTHS.

You see, the book keeps crowing that Ron is immature and stupid and isn't Hermione just so out of his league and so much better than him, isn't it such a tragedy that such a good girl cries over such an unworthy boy?

But then you remember the actual events, you remember the stuff that Hermione actually did and that Rowling treats as though it's just desserts for Ron or "girl stuff", you remember that Rowling talks at length about all that Ron fucks up and how he's sooo mean and horrible for making girls cry waaah... but then remember. Remember Hermione's actions, remember how Hermione treats Ron as though he belongs to her, how she consciously withholds affection from him to control him and once he subverts that control? She consciously, deliberately, physically attacks him. Then starts months of silent treatment that only end when Ron ALMOST FUCKING DIES.

At every turn, she proves worse than Ron ever is - Ron accidentally harmed Demelza, Hermione deliberately harmed Ron; Ron did the silent treatment a bit, Hermione prolonged it even as Ron tried to reconnect; only thing she didn't do is make Ron cry and that's because Ron isn't allowed to express hurt by crying because he's a boy, but she definitely hurt him just like he hurt her, and perhaps even worse because she deliberately targeted his insecurities.

And remember, Hermione is supposed to be "the mature one". "She who is out of Ron's league". The sacred all-knowing brilliant girl who is so nice and loving and only the worthy may wield, or something.

This is the behaviour of our "mature above all" goddess? Ron's behaviour, except worse because she does it for longer and with full intent? If Ron's behaviour in HBP makes him unworthy of Hermione, then what does Hermione's behaviour in HBP make her? I think, perhaps, it makes her unworthy of being considered someone Ron should "prove" worthy of.

In short: whatever Ron does in HBP, Hermione does, and worse. It's just that Rowling deliberately puts more emphasis on Ron's behaviour so you will think he's bad, and "softens" Hermione's bullshit with "oh but she's a girl, she's emotional, and it's really just Ron's fault she acted like an abusive dick :/" which in my language we call victim blaming and sexist double-standards.

Ron gets ruined by Rowling. And Hermione? Hermione is Rowling's idea of a perfect girl. A bossy, controlling nightmare who can make your "best friend" think it's YOUR fault she hit you. A dickhead who weaponizes her tears as a shield to deflect any form of criticism, an actual child who can't reflect on her behaviour for shit and will always make it everyone else's problem, a tantrum-throwing brat who for all her supposed "intelligence" has nothing to show for it but grades that don't mean shit in an actual job.

If Ron isn't "worthy" of this, then I'm happy for him. Indeed it feels more like Hermione, despite Rowling's intent, is less of a prize and more of a curse.

[bullet-prooflove]

A Little Rough: Luke Alvez x Reader (NSFW)

Tagging: @kmc1989 @Cosmic-psychickitty @anime-weeb-4-life @glazzyglaz @Rosaliedepp

It’s late and the two of you are in the FBI gym, training on the mats because Luke thinks you need to let off a little steam. One of your perps walked free from court today and you’ve been restless since the verdict came through, stalking around the apartment like a ferocious predator as Luke tried to watch the game. It’s after an hour of this behaviour that he finally snaps and tells you to grab your workout gear.

The gym is empty at this time of night which suits you because the way you’re fighting, it gets a little furious, a little bloody. Luke ends up with a busted lip and instead of withdrawing, he smiles as he wipes away the copper stain because you being like this, it does a little something for him.

When you hit the mat facedown, the air rushes out of you and Luke takes full advantage of that. He grabs your wrists, pinning them above your head, his entire body pressing against yours as he whispers into your ear.

“So, how are you going to get out of this one?”

Your arch your hips so your ass rubs lightly over his cock. He moans into your ear before exerting a little pressure, trapping you between his body and the floor. You can feel him against you, hard and urgent. You can’t move in this position and he knows it.

“You’re in no position to tease baby, remember that.” He whispers into your ear as he rolls his hips against you.

It’s your turn to moan as he keeps one hand on your wrists, the other trailing down your body until he reaches the waistband of your leggings.

“Are you going to let me take care of you now?” He asks you, nuzzling his face into the side of your neck. “Work out that frustration another way?”

You let out a needy whine and Luke begins to tug down your leggings. You can’t ask for this, the fury in you won’t allow you to give up control, not without a fight. You’re too feral to give, you need to be consumed, to be taken. You’re soaked for him when he gets his cock between your legs, your wetness smears over the tip of his cock and he bites down onto the curve of your shoulder as he enters you.

He feels you exhale at the sensation, your muscles starting to relax as he fills you all the way to the hilt. This is what you need, this sense of connection because until now you’ve been unmoored and adrift.

“Oh baby, it’s about to get a little rough.” Luke whispers into your ear before he pulls out and thrusts hard and deep. “But that’s what you want isn’t? Me to fuck those thoughts right out of your head.”

You don’t answer and he doesn’t expect you to. Instead his grip on your wrists tightens as he buries his face into your hair and begins to fuck you.

The sound of slapping skin echoes through the air, your hitched breathing, his desperate grunts. He chases your pleasure with gritted teeth because he can feel his own orgasm crashing like waves throughout his body but he’s determined to stave it off. He’s not coming until you do, that’s the promise he makes himself when the two of you get like this. You have to get off first otherwise he’s just using you and although that’s part of the game it’s not the goal. The point is to get you out of your own head, to strip away everything else and just leave you with this physical sensation.

His fingers tangle in your hair, tugging it hard and suddenly you’re tightening around him, crying out your ecstasy into the mat as Luke comes with you, spilling his release into your cunt. He pulls out and helps draw your leggings back up before he collapses on the mat alongside of you, his head propped up on his arm.

“Feel better?” He asks, his fingertips brushing over your cheek.

“Hm.” You tell him, your eyes fluttering closed. “I’m gonna need you to carry me to the car though, I don’t think I can move.”

“I can do that.” Luke promises as he leans in close, his lips brushing over your hair line. “I would do anything for you, you know that.”

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[skrifores]

I have seen the point being made that you don’t have to be in a romantic relationship for some behaviour to constitute domestic violence. I’m seeing this said with regards to Our Flag Means Death and what some people perceive as domestic abuse on Ed’s part - that him not being romantically involved with Izzy shouldn’t mean behaviour between can’t be considered domestic abuse.

It is an excellent point that in many places, the definition of domestic abuse isn’t restricted to intimate partners! It is often widened to consider any violence, coercion and emotional harm taking place within a home environment. Under this definition, children can be victims of domestic abuse by their parents, it can occur between siblings, even roommates - especially with a live-in landlord situation. And of course, the Revenge as well as being a workplace is ultimately where the characters live.

I think it’s very clear that the show is a workplace comedy about pirates, but if you want to apply the definition of violence, coercion and emotional harm within a home environment to your reading to the show, that can be done.

Of course, I would be surprised if you genuinely view it that way and still made it as far as even watching Season 2, given the way what you consider to be domestic abuse in this fictional setting happens so very often with little to no moral consequence, and is often intended to be taken as a joke.

I mean. In the very first episode, the crew talk about killing Stede, and begin to plan for this, including lighting him on fire.

Jim threatens Lucius and actually physically locks him in a small wooden box in the second episode for what seems to be quite a long time.

I think in 4, Izzy pulls on Fang’s beard and it really upsets him. He also talks pretty openly about the intention to kill the Revenge crew, though I’ll let that go at this stage since he doesn’t really live there so much as being there for the purpose of murdering them and stealing their stuff. Still, poor Fang, that looked like it hurt.

While we’re on Izzy, he does also actively try to kill Stede by stabbing him, and he then he goes and does the olde worlde equivalent of calling the cops on him on the intention of having him executed, which seems pretty fucked up on the ‘violence’ part of our DA definition but also hits pretty hard on coercive control since he’s doing this to get Ed to behave differently.

He does prevent the Navy from executing Ed, which is nice, but he does point out that he regrets this, which, ouch, emotional harm. If we’re doing real world definitions, “I should’ve let the cops I called on you murder you” is the sort of thing that would make me feel pretty fucked up. And we all know what it means when someone tells you to watch your step.

But it’s not all about Izzy! (It’s really not, guys, there’s a whole TV show here!) Buttons bites Lucius - who ends up needing the whole finger gone! And he’s a visual artist!

Even my darling man Roach tries to eat the Swede, and I’ve gotta say, I don’t think they were on that island long enough to justify murder.

And who could forget Mary?? Wonderfully written character, love her, but, she does with malice aforethought attempt to kill her spouse in his sleep with a skewer. She was right to do it, in my opinion, but y’know, even without broadening the definition beyond partner relationships, murder of your spouse is pretty classic domestic abuse.

So, y’know, the point I’m getting at really is that if your definition of domestic abuse is violence and control wherein the perpetrator and victim share a significant aspect of their lives like living space - that’s a fine definition in real life. It is the one I use, in real life. But if you apply it to Our Flag Means Death, I really don’t understand how you stomached watching the first season or why you came back for more.

And if you only apply this definition with regards to Ed’s behaviour, but not the rest of the characters, I do wonder why that might be.

[sunriize]

kiss it better

seunghan x fem!reader

warnings: insinuation of a toxic relationship. starts of in a fight. lowkey gets physical (mc slaps sh). cheating accusations. cussing. toxic behaviour but always going back to each other. fluff at the end. mentions of aespa giselle (aeri) and riize eunseok. idk if anyone noticed but this is based off of/inspired by rihanna’s kiss it better but idk if i interpreted it correctly sorry if i didn’t 💀 um i cant write a fight scene for shit but i really just wanted to put this out 😣 i lowkey hate this guys. okay bye enjoy!!!

“i didn’t realise you were an expert on everything, enlighten me on how that wasn’t flirting!” seunghan spits his snarky comments.

“it was a crowded room you dipshit! we couldn’t control how much space there would be!” tears threaten to fall down your face as you and seunghan continue to argue over something that was out of anyones control.

“he was literally three millimetres away from u! he may as well have had his dick up your arse!” you could tell he was getting angry, the tips of his ears burning into a deep red while his eyebrows furrowed.

“you always do this! how many times do i have to tell you that it was out of our control” you were losing patience at this point, frustrated that your boyfriend won’t even try to understand you. “you’re acting like i did take him up my arse! you absolute monstrosity” you’re sure you’re on the verge of pulling your hair out right now.

“i don’t know why you’re talking as if you bring soooo much joy to the conversation” i swear if he utters another word.. you clench your fist and try to keep you peace, so angry out of your mind you start huffing and puffing.

“you talk so highly about yourself but you cant even stay loyal to your own boyfriend” seunghan scoffs

“don’t you dare roll ur eyes at me, i did nothing wrong, you’re the one blowing things out of proportion” you exclaim as you furrow your eyebrows and dig ur pointer finger into his chest.

“you’re so out-“ SLAP

god that felt so good

“what the fuck!? what was that for!”

“you’re acting like a fucking cunt!” you scream before turning on your heel and locking yourself in the shared bedroom.

*knock* *knock*

“baby, please open up”

“fuck off”

“baby, you’re starting to piss me off now open up”

you give no response as you try to suppress your small sobs

“fucking hell” seunghan whispers under his breath, rolling his eyes as he grabs his car keys and jacket from the couch.

you hear the front door shut while you dig under the covers to find your phone.

“aeri you dont understand, he’s so infuriating! i cant stand him all he does is cause problems” you sob while recounting the events that occurred earlier in the day

“y/n, im telling you as a friend but also as a sister, you should consider breaking up with him, everyone has noticed that you’ve been so down, and seems like its been taking a toll on you, this isn’t healthy”

“you don’t understand at all oh my god” you hiccup “i love him too much to leave and i know he feels the same way”

“but he doesn’t act like it at all”

seunghan had left the shared home, trying clear his mind rant to his friend.

he tried to wrap his head around why he would act like that. but now that he thinks about it, he’s always acted like this, over exaggerating the seriousness of everything.

he recollects what he had said before, insisting that the forced close proximity was comparable to cheating. even things that have happened before, such as the incident where he mistook your kindness towards a waiter as flirting.

seunghan realises that it was never a two way toxicity, rather only coming from him. the immense guilt he currently feels is nothing compared to the sadness he has caused you.

“hyung i messed up so bad” seunghan is currently sobbing, with head his hands while his phone plays on loudspeaker “like really bad, im pretty sure shes crying right now”

“seunghan, im sure she is, you literally insinuated that she cheated on you ‘cuz she was next to a guy?” eunseok’s sure that his friend has never acted irrationally before, but seeing how he reacted to such a small thing, he thinks he needs to reevaluate his friend.

“hani, im telling you as an older brother, fix it while you can, you won’t know how much this may have effected her until you talk to her, the more you put it off, the worse it will get”

you leave the room you’ve locked yourself in for the past three hours, throat burning in thirst, you head to the kitchen to fetch a drink. while you finish your cup of water, you hear the gears turn in the door, indicating seunghan had returned from whatever, wherever. you don’t care right now.

now you two are standing opposite each other, both avoiding any sort of eye contact.

seunghan takes steps forward towards the sink to wash his hands, conveniently you’re standing right next to it, so you take your chance to swerve away from him. seunghan swears his heart breaks even more than before.

you take three big leaps and now you are in your living area of the apartment. your emotions are all over the place, one second you were upset, the next emotionless, and now your angry. angry that he still hasn’t said anything (mainly apologised) despite him being the one who had the worser choice of words.

you turn to face him with a disgusted look on your face. “why cant you just let go of that pride of yours?” you dont shout, you dont want another argument, no matter how angry you were currently.

seunghans lost for words, he wasn’t expecting a confrontation this early on into coming home.

“you know i love you, and i know you love me.” you sigh, relaxing all your facial muscles so rather than seeming annoyed, you seem approachable now. “but you cant make everything into a problem because you didnt like it” seunghans head falls to face the bottom of the sink as you relay your feelings

“we’re in a relationship, if you don’t like something, tell me and ill do my best to fix it. im hoping you’d do the same for me” you continue as you stare at the side of his face.

seunghan sighs while he dries his hands on a tea-towel and walks over towards you. both of his hands are now placed on the sides of your face

“i do love you. i love you so much it hurts.” his eyes sparkle with love and adoration. “i’ll be honest i dont know why i acted like that, but i’m so sorry that i did. i’ll try harder to never act like that again, i dont want my pretty girl crying sad tears because of me” he says while wiping his thumbs over your dried tears.

you let out a small smile, this is just what you wanted, seunghan to take accountability. you lean up to place a peck on his lips before pulling him into an embrace.

“i love you” you both say at the same time, leading you to pull away from each other and fall into a pit of giggles and pressing kisses against each others faces.

seunghan moves a strand of hair behind your ear and leans towards it, whispering a small “i love you so so so so much”placing small kisses to the top of your ear after every “so”, and he finally presses a long smiley kiss onto your lips, exerting enough force to bring out another giggle from you and reciprocating the kiss.

no matter how much you fight, you can always kiss it better.

[ballad-of-birdy-lamb]

Yandere gorrister with darling that’s afraid of him and survived every death situation that AM loves to fuck with them

The psychology of fear.

Yandere! Gorrister (IHNMAIMS) x Gender neutral! Reader romantic headcanons Summary: You can only feel fear within AM, even if your old lover is there with you Warnings: Abusive relationship (verbal and physical violence), controlling behaviour, encouraging of listed behaviours. Please remember, I do not agree with the ideas within the fic and they're not ones you should look for in a relationship. Do not romanticize these behaviours. Word Count: 1k ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

You had experienced so much violence within your life, having been associated with a similar anti-war advocacy group that Gorrister was a part of. You had loved him years before, living together, and knowing each other so deeply that even he was surprised you knew so much while being in love. Gorrister was kind and cared deeply for you, taking you out to nice places. You had seen his kindness up close, seen how he tried helping the others in his group and that changed from that to what you know now 109 years later. 

It was truly a tragedy when AM took over the earth. Though, knowing he was there when the rest of humanity had passed made it special in a sense. Gorrister grew a quick habit of holding you and assuring you that everything was ok. He would go on long tangents about how if the war had never happened, AM wouldn’t exist.

The several months spent with him would show gradual changes, going from loudly and proudly talking about his hatred of AM and the war he was created for. Then Gorrister would only mumble it to you while lying next to you, not holding you in his arms. Lastly, he’d stop talking about his hatred all together and he wouldn’t lay with you while you slept.

At some point in time, he’d stop trying to be nice to you. He didn’t listen to you when you spoke about your feelings, how you would cry after each torturous minute you were left alive. Hell, he’s threatened to leave you! But you got to that idea first.

You had gotten fed up when he had grown violent at the sound of your cries and tried hitting you to stop you from crying. You broke up with him only a couple minutes after the event. Gorrister acted as if he didn’t care, because he didn’t to be honest.

As time went on, Gorrister would get more obsessive over time. He’d watch as you got better (to whatever extent that could be considering the situation) and live your life without him. It was horrific! You went about your day like he didn’t exist to you, you’d even talk to the men like they were an equal to you and not just scum like he had told you to!

Gorrister blames you after AM says he didn’t do anything to him (more likely a lie). He’d call you cruel names for causing his feelings, calling you a whore and having done something to him he didn’t remember because you were just so mean! If he felt nice, he’d ignore you whenever he could, which would be painful since he feels your attention is something similar to sunlight.

It’s common for Gorrister to force his affection back onto you, no matter how much you plead he stop and didn’t try something like that. He’d simply ignore your sobs and continue placing kisses to your forehead, holding the back of your neck in a tight hand, just tight enough to keep you close. Gorrister genuinely doesn’t care how you feel about his “affection”.

AM would encourage the behaviour, knowing how you feel about Gorrister and how he’d do anything to keep you still. “You could just fight back, it’s not like a small hit will kill you,” AM would laugh and continue gazing at you, watching you contemplate your choices within Gorrister’s arms.

His kisses would be particularly harsh, not only because he “loves” you but because of jealousy. Gorrister would kiss you hard enough to leave bruises and bite your lip enough to watch you bleed. You push him away and wipe your lips frantically while he gazes at you, his love for you dripping from your lip.

He’s notorious for being violent, which is true and becomes more prominent with the feelings he has. He’ll yell at you if you try fighting back, he’ll hold you tighter against him even when you cry. It’s not like he’s above hitting you if you try leaving him.

If you ever decided any of the other group members were more of your liking, you’d have to be insanely sneaky to commit to such an act. You’d have to get to the other person while he slept, staying quiet and being as gentle as possible to show nothing happened. AM probably snitched on you about the affair and got opportunities to keep Gorrister within close proximity to you or your lover just to watch how physically and verbally violent he would get. If you got with Ted, Gorrister would take a hit to his ego, though he doesn’t have much of one, there is less after finding out. He’ll yell and scream about how he was so much better than that nut job and he’s more of a man.

After Gorrister forces the affair to quit, he’d stay by your side nearly every second of every day. He’d hold your hand and keep you locked in his arms while you slept, absolutely no comfort from the relationship afterward (as if there was any to begin with). He’d be more willing to verbally assault the person, it makes him feel better about himself sometimes.

He isn’t beyond controlling until the affair, which would include how you would look. Which wrist you would put your bracelet on, how your outfit looks, and how you’ll go to bed with him.

The night within AM had had the lights dimmed to give the impression of the sun going down, now you sat, back facing Gorrister as he gently and silently fixed your outfit for bed. The rest of the group had gone to bed, leaving you only with the sound of whirring wires and the soft breath from the man holding you. Gorrister got you to lay down with him, keeping an arm over your chest with a strong grip on your other arm.

“You plan on hurting me again?” You’d ask in a hushed voice, watching as he moved his hand to your cheek, dragging his finger up your cheekbone then down to your jaw. Gorrister shrugged and sighed. His pale, rough hand drew up and over your sore bruising cheek.

“It isn’t like you’ll fight back,” Gorrister stated simply, pulling you to keep your head against his chest, making you hear his heartbeat. He was alive, his heart pumping blood through his warm body. You wished it didn’t.

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ I'm sorry I haven't updated in a while; I've been so busy lately!! IHNMAIMS masterlist Request list

[codenamesazanka]

Two things I'm noticing more with the series ending is that the heroes and series have these two very shitty ideas

1 "Actions have consequences but only if the person is labelled a villain,"

Endeavor as a public figure and major player law enforcement has engaged in a list of crimes including: Child neglect, mental & emotional abuse, physical abuse, quirk marriage. To the point his eldest had a mental break when his youngest was born because he was blatantly being replaced, his wife five years later has a mental breakdown and maims the youngest, eldest shortly after has another breakdown and 'dies'. Doesn't need consequences he just needs to give a half ass apology and barely improve over the buried bar he has set.

(from the team up mission side series) Man's quirk dispels a poisonous gas from his mouth, he is not allowed to use it ever as he isn't a hero. The gas builds up leading to a medical emergency, and is no longer able to hold it back. Despite him literally having a medical emergency and being unable to control it, tries to getaway from people. The heroes (Mirko, Deku, and Dynamight, maybe more) assume maliousness and go to attack him. Deku realizes and informs the others what is happening. And at the end Deku informs us, this man who was having a medical emergency from following the law, will get a light sentence.

The violent quirkists who attacked Spinner, Shoji, Himiko's parents, they totally don't need consequences, their victims need to be the ones to inspire them to stop. And if they can't well we can't be expected to hold these poor violent quirkists accountable for their actions

Etc

2 So long as there is one exception to shitty behaviour of heroes & society, nothing needs to be done

I haven't watched the third movie but I have a general idea. Rody has to care for his younger siblings after his dad is kidnapped, heroes, social services, etc do nothing to help this child who is caring for his siblings for years. Deku who isn't even from this country helps once, Heroes are perfect

Deku's a good hero so we don't need to worry about the commission having assassin's

Etc

I'm in a rush but I can probably think of more later

(That Team Up Mission chapter pissed me off so bad!!!! It qualifies as a medical emergency, doesn't it??? He has no control over the poisonous gas build-up in this body! And it destroys his body! But to release the gas is to use his quirk, so he can't, because quirk use is illegal and he'll be arrested as a Villain. Which happens anyways! And in the end, Deku says "when the full story of the day's events hits the news, there's sure to be a petition to lighten his sentence," and while that sounds hopeful, you realize that mercy for this guy is solely on if people know and can offer some sympathy. It's so fucked up.)

I'll also add Iida running off to be a vigilante and kinda ready to murder a guy... but because (he had friends who got there in time to stop the screw up from going FUBAR and) he's promising young student, he's let off the hook. (Meanwhile, Gentle, who tried to help save someone, does fuck up, and iirc is expelled and given criminal charges.)

I think in all the examples you've used, there's also a line between whether quirks were involved or not. Domestic violence, bullying, village blood cleansing (jfc) - No (or technically no) quirk use, so we don't really see those actions resulting in any legal consequences. Heroes' (and the story's) focus is on Villains, so it often feels like they're willing to ignore non-Villain crimes.

So long as there is one exception to shitty behaviour of heroes & society, nothing needs to be done

Oh yeah. This. I hate this.

Man I really hope the epilogue might address this. (said without hope)

Thank you for your observations and sharing them!

[queensectonia]

on some level i feel that the kirby fanbase will keep doing this, given the series' overall tone and especially the fact that nine times out of ten, the villain really does become a friend or at least stop their villainy, but...

i have seen some weird takes about elfilis having done Absolutely Nothing Evil At All.

there's tons of room for discussion on the actual nuance of elfilis' motivations: is the whole planet-conquering thing something elfilis personally went into with malice aforethought, or is it something that their species Just Does instinctually as part of their lifecycle? we don't know! but even if you ignore their backstory and just look at what they did in the actual game...

they pulled a mother brain-esque planet-wide mind control on the new world's animal life; they used this mind control to hunt down and imprison literal hundreds of waddle dees into forced physical labour; they were so ruthless in this scouring that they sent the beast pack to attack waddle dee town tens of times over several months; they mind-controlled dedede twice over; they body-jacked leon so hard that it SHATTERED HIS SOUL, they consumed dozens of animals just to give themself minutes of stability, like

this is a character so frothingly desperate not to die that they actively tried to destroy two entire planets. one of those planets had absolutely nothing to do with elfilis' situation and was chosen in what was almost certainly a move specifically to spite kirby. they could have grabbed any other planet in the new world's universe. they could have grabbed a particularly huge asteroid. they could have grabbed the new world's moon if it has one. but no, they looked at kirby and said fuck you in particular, i'm taking your planet too.

i'm saying this as someone who reads FL's true ending as leaving the door open for friend elfilis, and whose own headcanon elfilis goes on to Chill The Fuck Out:

this is not a character who has a good behaviour record! let the space virus squirrel be a li'l fucked up! it's fun!

[quitefair]

Dragon Age Lore Breakdown: Gereon Alexius

Started working on my accursed DA fic again, and the research rabbit hole led me down the In Hushed Whispers path. And I found out a bunch of things about this dude that I realised I never knew before.

Anyway, ramble under the cut.

Before he became a Magister, Gereon Alexius was first and foremost, a researcher of magic. One that was trying to push the boundaries of what magic could do, particularly in the field of ‘traveling through and controlling both time and physical space’.

His research partner (and eventual wife) was Livia Arida, a researcher who focused specifically on the Veil.

Gereon’s father, Magister Alexius, was your typical Tevinter upper class dude – focused on power and bloodlines and image. House Alexius wished Gereon focused less on the theoretical and more on magic with practical uses.

Gereon's father thus gave up his post as Magister to his nerdy ass son in the hopes that he would become more invested in politics like he himself was.

Instead, Magister Gereon used his position to ‘became a tireless champion of education, criticizing his peers for pouring the Imperium's funds into the war with the Qunari at the expense of the Circle and demanding better schooling and institutions of higher learning for the Soporati.'

His codex entry is more telling of his backstory and character than anything he's displayed in game lmao.

He continued his research in a diminished capacity, and subsequently married his long-time sweetheart and research partner Livia Arida. He also took a position as professor of thaumaturgy at the Minrathous Circle.

[They use the word ‘thamaturgy’ here very liberally, and I’ve not seen this anywhere else in my Dragon Age research. We all know the DND connotations, but I would like to take the meaning of the term as ‘boundary breaking magical research’, since that’s what Gereon is known for. Like idk the Thedosian equivalent of fringe science.]

[[This also assumes a scientific hierarchy within the study of magic within Imperium society, which I doubt they will explore in DA4, but gods that would be so fucking fascinating.]]

Anyway, Gereon and Livia had a son, Felix. Despite both his parents being mages, and particularly gifted ones at that, Felix was a very weak mage, one that could only cast very simple spells and with great effort.

Gereon’s father saw Felix as a weak link, described him as ‘just barely more than a Soporati’. Because of this, he tried to have Felix assassinated. Typical Magister behaviour.

Livia, being absolutely… livid (yeah I went there lmao), intercepted the assassin, and in turn, fucking had Gereon’s father assassinated instead. This ensured Felix's safety and secured Gereon as head of House Alexius.

Anyway, if it wasn’t clear how much Livia and Gereon loved Felix, you should know by now. Since he couldn't learn much magic, they brought in tutors from all fields – history, art, music, literature, etc, ensuring that anything the boy could study was offered to him on a silver platter.

And although Felix wasn’t a powerful mage, he seemed to have inherited his parents’ analytical minds, and therefore was a gifted mathematician. Recognising this, his parents sent him to study at the University of Orlais.

In the meantime, both Gereon and Livia continued their boundary breaking research. At this point, they decided to take on assistants and apprentices, since they could not involve their son in their research.

While Livia took on ‘half dozen of the most promising young students of the Fade and the Veil throughout the Imperium’, Gereon chose only one apprentice.

You know who it was.

So they continued their research – with Gereon and Dorian focusing on breaking the boundaries of magic itself, while Livia and her apprentices sought to determine the effects of such magic on the Veil. Kind of like an unstoppable force vs immovable object situation.

[There's also what I can only assume is an artist's rendition of their notes in The World of Thedas 2, which is... well.]

[The description included: Careful study is paid to the eyes of the nug. Based on the drawings and a limited deciphering of the text, the author seems all but obsessed with understanding what animals see and how this might differ from our own perception of reality.]

[[Edit: apparently the images above aren't from Gereon's notes, but from a book called Grim Anatomy. Dissecting this book is a whole nother post so we'll leave it at that.]]

They were apparently super close to a breakthrough. But we can’t have nice things in Thedas, can’t we?

In 9:38 Dragon, Gereon and Livia travelled to Orlais to visit Felix. As the family travelled back to Minrathous (or Hossberg - Dragon Age is never consistent with the lore), they were attacked by hurlocks. For some reason, Gereon wasn’t with his wife and son when this happened.

Livia is killed and Felix is tainted.

Gereon is obviously filled with survivors guilt, the grief of losing his wife, and the fear of now losing his son to the taint. He stopped caring for anything other than his son’s health, and this affected his relationship with his research, and by extension, Dorian.

This led to an argument over how distant and strange Gereon was becoming, and eventually Dorian parted ways with Gereon.

In the gap between this and the events of Inquisition, Gereon is now part of the Venatori. It can be assumed that the reason he joined was because of promises made that the Elder One can save Felix from death.

[We can probably extrapolate that Gereon somehow understands that Corypheus is a darkspawn, and so that adds to the weight of his belief that Corypheus can cure Felix.]

It is this time and space bending research that is the foundation of In Hushed Whispers.

Once Gereon is defeated, you can judge him in Skyhold. If you decide to take him in as an agent, he can continue his research for the Inquisition. (Though canonically all it yields is this amulet. Which isn't even unique, you can get it in random loot drops anywhere. Sad.)

[songmingisthighs]

[6.50] yeonjun × reader

⇀ as a responsible adult, you should've been able to have more control of yourself. luckily, there was someone who was ready to say 'i told you so' but this time that wasn't what he said

⇁ thank god for choi yeonjun but also fuck him

a/n : this is totally impulsive and i just had to get this idea out of my head

genre : fluff, pining, ftl ?

wc : 1.7 k

buy me coffee ?

The last thing you remembered was doing soju shots with Beomgyu and all of a sudden, everything became a blur of strobe lights, the smell of sweat, and people bumping you left and right. In all honesty, you wouldn't even be surprised if you woke up still at the club on its dirty floor or in a ditch somewhere.

But the sound of a wooden spoon clanging on a pot woke you up abruptly, jolting your body from the couch.

"Oh good, you're awake,"

Immediately, you recognize the voice as Yeonjun's, your best friend and the reason why you downed so many drinks the night before. "Fuck, Yeonjun, why did you do that?" You whined, burying your face into one of your couch cushions as you covered your ears. Either he didn't hear you or he didn't care because he sat his ass down next to you after dropping the utensils carelessly and loudly and tried to pry your face off of the cushion which you won't allow as you used all your might to keep your face where it was planted. "Because you were being stupid last night with Beomgyu of all people so I'm just giving you a taste of your consequence," you could practically see the smug smirk on his face without even having to really see his face. "You're a jerk," you huffed, sounding perfectly clear to Yeonjun despite being slightly muffled.

You were still kind of pissy at him but mostly at yourself for being pissy at him in the first place. You and your friends had agreed to go out drinking the night before and of course, Yeonjun being Yeonjun, he was immediately whisked away and was surrounded by girls and guys. It had been a while but you knew you had feelings for your best friend, romantic ones that were unlike he who only seemed to see you as his friend, the person he went to for romance or relationship talk as in him asking you about people and their behaviour. Other people though, not you. Never you. So you couldn't even blame people for being attracted to him and flocking around him wherever he went, wanting even a spare bit of his attention. But it still sucks to be the only so-called constant in Yeonjun's life yet never reaching the level you wanted. To be so close yet so far from him. To be able to be physically touchy with him only to be separated when other people demanded his attention. The sight got you seething and Soobin seemed to be the only one who noticed this and sent you away with Beomyu in hopes of distracting you.

Big mistake.

"And no one told you to drink that much last night," Yeonjun scolded, sighing dejectedly before giving up on trying to not let you suffocate, "Seriously, what were you thinking drinking crazily like that? I was worried." Feeling petty, you peeked over at him with a frown on your face, "What's it to you? It's not like you cared about me that much last night, you weren't even paying attention," you spat before returning to burying your face into your cushion, simply wanting to let the words out for the heck of it without expecting anything from the guy in front of you. Yeonjun raised an eyebrow at you, looking offended, "Not paying attention? If I wasn't paying attention to you, how was I able to prevent you from ingesting whatever concoction Beomgyu and Kai made up? How was I able to spot you sauntering off by yourself to God knows where? How was I able to stop you from grinding from the sleazy men on the dance floor?"

You didn't know how it came like so but from the feeling of Yeonjun's breath on the back of your neck and the weight on your sides, you concluded that Yeonjun had trapped you between his arms. Stupid enough, you turned around so you were face-to-face with your very handsome frowning best friend. God you want to have his lips on yours. They looked so pretty and for some reason they always looked soft. Your eyes had trailed down to Yeonjun's lips and as soon as you realized that, you snapped out of your trance and rolled your eyes, feigning annoyance, "Please, I would've remembered if you did all that and you were so into little-miss-gold-dress-nip-slip that I just wanted a taste of a little attention," you scoffed as you tried to push Yeonjun away. Unfortunately, Yeonjun's body was deceptively sturdy and he was willing to not be budged. Or you were just so shitfaced that all the strength had left your body. "Yeonjun, move away please," you sighed as you tried to push him off, all the while trying your best to avoid eye contact with him.

In one swift move, Yeonjun grabbed both of your hands in his and pinned them to the sides of your head. The movement was so sudden that you accidentally made eye contact with him and the sight made you swallow your protest. You had never seen Yeonjun so serious in your life. Sure, he had been serious on different occasions for example card or board games with his buddies that more often than not ended in one of them getting attacked physically as punishment for winning or losing (depending on the mood). But you saw something in Yeonjun's eyes that made you realize that he was being genuinely serious and not just regular serious. He meant business.

"You think I wouldn't notice a guy trying to cop a feel at you? Do you think I enjoyed being swarmed like a piece of candy in an ant farm?" he asked, hissing slightly. Not really knowing where he was going with his words and wanting to play it safe, you faked a scoff and shrugged, "Kinda seem so, yeah. I know you, Jjunie, you like attention and you were getting tons of them last night."

The answer you gave seemed to annoy Yeonjun because he let your hands go and pushed himself up, running a hand frustratedly through his hair which kinda made you want to slap him but also pin him down to the couch and tell him to stop being so damn attractive. But you held yourself back. That was not the time.

"For fuck's sake, (y/n), why would I want their attention when yours is all I needed?"

You had to take a moment to let his words sink in. For a moment there you thought the alcohol had caused your brain to malfunction, disrupting your language centre because you were trying too hard to decipher what he meant. "Excuse me?" was all you could muster after trying and failing to understand what Yeonjun meant. "You're kidding me," Yeonjun scoffed, shaking his head at you, "Do you not get what I'm trying to say here?" you took another short moment to think of an answer before settling on one, "You wanted me to watch you get flirted with?" you asked, unsure of the answer but you were rather confident. Of course, you hoped that he meant he only wanted you and your attention on him for romantic reasons, but having been platonic for so long and considering your relationship on top of the fact that you couldn't imagine a guy like Yeonjun seeing you in a different light, you had to prepare yourself for when he stated that he saw you like nothing of such. You had to cushion yourself.

In Yeonjun's eyes, the look on your face was absolutely priceless and yet so damn adorable, he almost forgot that you literally tried to dance your way into someone else's arms. "(y/n), I'm trying to say that I want you and only you. I only need you because I know you only need me too," he said as he let out a chuckle, realizing that he couldn't stay mad or frustrated with you for so long. Your heart skipped a beat yet you still felt like you needed to be cautious with him so you played dumb, "Yeah because I need a tall, lanky guy to get me stuff from my cupboard," you muttered, looking down to play with the fabric of your couch as a distraction. Your attempts to avoid his gaze were futile because he soon grabbed your chin and forced you to look him straight in the eyes. "Cut the crap, (y/n), Soobin told me everything." "I don't know what you're talking about," you said confidently trying to sound as convincing as you could but the way your nervous tics showed said otherwise. "Oh? So Soobin was lying about you being jealous of the people giving me attention last night?" "Only because you were supposed to be in the group with us, you asshole," you defended, pointing out the initial plan as you poked Yeonjun in the chest. "Please, you couldn't care less about the plan but you do care about the thought of me being interested in one of those people who won't let me get some privacy," he smirked smugly, pushing his face close to yours, "And not gonna lie, I love the knowledge that you were jealous enough that you had to go to extremely annoying lengths to get my attention."

Yeonjun's breath was fanning your face and you could almost feel his lips move against yours, he was THAT close. "What if I was? Should it mean anything?" you mumbled after relenting, body gravitating towards his automatically. With a chuckle, Yeonjun slipped his hands around your body and pulled you close enough that your chests pressed, "It should because then, I won't feel guilty for doing this," then suddenly you felt his lips on yours. You gasped into his mouth in surprise which seemed to get him to pull you even closer that his arms were completely enveloping you. Your initial shock wavered though, slowly accepting that your best friend was kissing you and just melting into the feeling of him.

Well, he was no longer your best friend after that moment and confession. After all, best friends don't do drunken actions while sober.

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Lose me to Love you (Loki x Female Reader) (AU) (18+)

Read Chapter 26 here / Series Masterlist

Chapter 27

Summary: You get clingy after the night (As you should be). He learns to control his temper (As he should). More trouble comes both of your ways.

Trigger Warning: 18+, Smutty smut, loss of virginity, unprotected sex, Description of rape and assault, panic attack, violence against women, Extreme dark themes, Sexual abuse, physical abuse, public sex, Rough violent sex, 18+, Steamy stuff, age difference ,Rough language, mention of suicide, talk of virginity and slut shaming, manipulative behaviour, mention of trauma, smut, toxic relationship between main characters. Dark themes, cult stuff

"You have to let me go so I can make them eggs for you" you growled like an animal when he said that and your arms wrapped around his neck, you took a deep breath as you pressed your nose in the crook of his neck and it made him chuckle.

"It's a no from me" you mumbled as you squeezed him as tightly as you could.

"How sore do you feel? On a scale of one to ten" He asked you as he caressed your back.

"Like three and half"

"Mmmhm?" He smelled like lemongrass and you couldn't just stop peppering kisses on his neck, you didn't want to stop, you felt overly clingy after last night, you didn't know if it was the pure raw sex or the way he trusted you enough to be so vulnerable around you but you wanted to stay curled up around him and never let him go.

"The tub must be full, go take a warm bath, yeah? We have to go see Thor" you groaned as he said that so he picked you up in his arms and walked you into his bedroom then he took you to the bathroom and as he put you down on the floor you looked up at him

"Why did you shower without me?"

"Sorry baby, didn't want to ruin your sleep, you needed it" he winked and it made your face warm, you took your clothes off to get into the tub so he looked at you up and down before he smiled and turned around to leave.

"Have you seen my phone?" He asked you before stepping out so you tried to remember where you had seen it last.

"Ahhh it must be on the couch" you yelled from the top of your lungs.

After the bath, you grabbed the towel that was hanging in the bathroom, he probably used it so you grabbed it and wrapped it around your body. You felt like a pervert sometimes but then you didn't really care, you were way past the feeling of shame when you humped yourself against his used briefs the first time.

After drying your hair you picked up the black shirt he was wearing yesterday and styled it with a pair of jeans. As you stepped out he smiled again. You liked it alot, just him smiling and being happy.

"Put my phone on charge, it's not turning on" he commanded.

Sometimes you adored how straight to the point he was. Everything he did seemed to burn your throat with a thirst that only he could quench. You put his phone to charge and came back to him, he kept the plate in front of you at the table and kissed your forehead but before he could step away you grabbed the collar of his shirt and kissed him passionately, his lips automatically curled into a smile between the kisses.

Last night was profounding, he wasn't the one to lose his virginity but he definitely felt as if he had lost something, a weight has been lifted off his shoulder, maybe it was the acceptance you gave him that made his heart flutter or maybe it was the way you nurtured him after he stripped himself bare in every fucking way.

There was a fear when he woke up this morning, he feared that you'd act differently but seeing you so clingy towards him eased those worries as well.

"Eat your breakfast" he pulled away quickly so you looked at him. Did he not want to continue to kiss you? He sat down on his chair and noticed you fidgeting with the fork, his head tilted as he tried to gauge what was going around in your head.

"What's wrong hmm?" He asked you so you looked down and shook your head. You felt extremely emotional right now and just the thought of him not feeling the same or wanting to detach himself from you after last night killed you. Did you suck in bed? You hoped not

"Was last night good? I mean for you?'' your voice threatened to give up entirely by the end of the sentence so he asked you to look at him.

"Come.. sit here" he gestured towards his lap so you stood up and walked towards him to sit down on his lap. You barely needed an excuse to climb on him. His one arm wrapped around your waist while the fingers of his other one held your chin up "What did I do baby?" He asked you softly so you just shook your head and hid your face between the crook of his neck again.

"You know I think the world of you right?" You looked at him as he said that, your eyes teared up at the tenderness his words held, his thumb brushed against your lower back.

"I do"

"I'm just not good at …thiss, don't let my aloofness make you feel as if there was even a second where i didn't enjoy ruining you like that, I'm barely holding myself back from fucking you again because I'm trying to be considerate that you bled on my cock last night and it must be a little uncomfortable down there " you bit on your lips as he finished his sentence. He was just being gentle in his own ways.

"I'm sorry" you mumbled softly and it made him smile.

"I am too, didn't mean to hurt you sweetheart" the back of his index finger caressed your cheek so you leaned into the touch.

After that tender moment he fed you and you both drove towards Thor's house/dungeon. His phone was still turned off and you were getting calls on yours from Steve but you ignored them because you felt as if he'd tell you something bad or would probably arrest him again for doing absolutely nothing, you didn't want to ruin these sweet moments with him, he seemed happy and you wanted to keep him that way.

Once you reached the house, Thor smiled at you so you hugged him, you figured that he was starving for some comfort as well.

"His shirt? Really? You obsessed freak" he commented so you rolled your eyes and then you noticed him smirking "You guys fucked" you looked at Loki as Thor commented "My my you guys fucked each other didn't ya?"

In the last five years of your life with him you had never seen him blush the way he did when Thor made that comment, it was hard to miss the rosy sheen on his pale skin. He was so beautiful.

"Shutup Thor, is she still here or ran away?" Loki asked him to change the subject quickly and Thor chuckled

"She's definitely still here ..oh by the way we fucked too" your eyes widened as he said that.

"She's just trying to manipulate you " Loki said to him and you nodded in agreement. Women knew the power they had.

"Well too bad I'm heartless" Thor chuckled so you hugged him again and his eyes softened.

"Okay that's enough of hugging" Loki grabbed your arm and pulled you away from his brother.

"I'll be right back, have to use the bathroom" you kissed Loki's cheeks and he nodded. You walked away from him but he kept his eyes on you until you disappeared

"Sweet one isn't she?" Thor commented and it made Loki smile. Again. He was smiling alot today. A feeling that almost felt foreign to him "I got lunch for all of us even though you weren't picking up my call"

Loki took out his phone and tried to turn it on again and thankfully it did this time, as soon as the phone got the reception he noticed the million calls he had from Steve, That producer had also called him a few times, she wouldn't just let this opportunity go. She wanted to meet you both tomorrow so he texted her to confirm the meeting.

"I have to make a call..be quiet" Loki told Thor and the latter only rolled his eyes in response. He was calling Steve but he didn't want him to have even a smidgen of doubt regarding his whereabouts.

The phone call pulled the ground beneath his feet, Odin was in the city, he was around the place you both were living at currently. Was there a chance that the bastard knew where you two were? He must, afterall Natasha already knew where you two lived.

"Why the hell didn't you call y/n?" Loki asked him as his heart started to beat faster, he was also angry for having his phone turned off during such a time.

As you came back from the bathroom you found him talking angrily with someone on the phone and you knew it was Steve. Loki glared at you as Steve told him that he had called you a bunch of times and it went unanswered, you recognised that look very well, he was pissed and you were responsible for that.

"Loki i –" as he hung up you spoke to him but he cut you off,

"Shhhhhh don't say anything okay?" He said to you but his eyes were elsewhere, he didn't want to yell at you or hurt you again, you should have picked up Steve's call, you definitely should have but he didn't know why you chose to not do it. He wanted to stay calm and he wanted to know why you didn't talk to him. He was trying to make this relationship normal and the old him probably would have screamed at you for being a brat but he didn't want to hurt you like that anymore.

After a few seconds of contemplation he walked towards you and grabbed you by the hand to take you to the room with the roof window. As soon as you both entered he made you sit down on the bed

"Loki I'm sorry" your eyes welled up as you apologized but he didn't say anything for a few seconds, just stared at your face for moments that felt like an eternity, as you started to cry he grabbed you by the shoulders and hugged you tightly.

"Stop crying"

"I am sorry"

"I know..i know okay? Now stop crying"

Who was going to tell him that a person couldn't just stop crying right on command?

"Why didn't you pick up his call? He could have harmed you, could have taken you away from me"

His eyes teared up as he pulled away to look at you.

"I just.. I was scared he'd tell me something awful again or you'll be taken away, I just wanted you to be happy, happy the way you were this morning" you sniffled and his brows furrowed. He cupped your cheeks in his palms then he kissed you softly, you expected him to go off on you and be mad at you but he was trying to change even though you pretty much deserved it this time.

"I appreciate that baby, i really do my little angel but I need you to be careful from now on okay?" He mumbled softly so you nodded.

"Are you mad?"

"No baby it's okay, you're safe in my arms, that's all that matters " the back of his fingers rubbed over your lips before he kissed you again, he was going to pull away but you grabbed him by the collar of his tshirt and kissed him again as passionately as you could.

"Fuck me daddy"

"Shhhh you can't say stuff like that sweetheart" he moaned as your fingers ran through his scalp, you were going to answer but he grabbed your hand and placed it right on the bulge in his pants "This is what you do to me" he picked you up and laid you down on the bed underneath him, the sky was clear today and the sunlight was beaming in from the window right on top of you both.

"Pleasee daddy" you whined again and he loved it more than he thought it was possible for him to love a girl whining so desperately underneath him. However you were no ordinary girl, you were his girl, the girl he had known since she was a literal baby, half of him felt corrupt like always but the other half rejoiced in the feeling.

"Please what, hmm? Need my cock in that pretty little cunt? Told you you'd crave it" he whispered in your ears and it made you bite on your lips involuntarily. He was so sexy and he was all yours, you didn't even know how you got so lucky, couldn't understand how your dreams came to life so beautifully. Your head rolled back as he pulled your jeans down the legs, he wrapped your legs around his waist and his cock brushed over your wet lips.

"Sure you want this right now?" He asked as his fingers rubbed over your swollen lips so you nodded desperately. You didn't just want it, you needed it at that moment. His cock was already hard so he thrusted in slowly and the girth made you gasp. This was much better than the last night because your mind was able to focus on the feeling of being filled with his cock instead of the pain.

"God you're huge daddy" he chuckled as you mumbled, the button of your shirt was opened from top to bottom so he could get a view of your bra clad breasts, he absolutely enjoyed the disheveled state you were in right now.

"And your cunt is so tiny baby" he pumped in and out of you slowly, your hands traveled down from his upper back, grabbing those plush cheeks felt heavenly.

You never had to worry about getting pregnant either with him because he had a vasectomy done once you both moved to LA. He wanted to be a free bird and fuck whosever he wanted to without needing a barrier of any sorts.

"Dadddy... I .." you couldn't even finish your words as the sensation began to build.

"Can't even think now can you? Would you mind if I tell you how fucking stupid you look right now?" His thrusts slowed down in pace but the intensity was increased. Your walls tightened around him, you always loved it when he was condescending with you. You wanted nothing more than to be his stupid little baby.

"Dadddy please.. I just.. oh god"

You were just a mindless mess by the time he was done cumming inside you , every inch of your skin felt on fire and he was to blame. As he pulled out of you his cum spilled out as well so he shoved it in again with his fingers, he used the bathroom and got some paper towels to clean you up before he pulled your pants up, you smiled at him as he started to button up the shirt, his shirt that you were wearing. You made grabby hands and he couldn't help but smile. Again

"I assume you want to snuggle now"

"Yesss Cuddles pleasssee" you chimed in so he leaned over you and kissed your forehead before he laid next to you and pulled you in his arms as tightly as he could "Your snuggies are the best"

"What is that word?" He chuckled

"Snuggies..it's so warm and cozy "

"You are adorable aren't you?" Your face flushed as he said that when suddenly a thought bothered him "Wait, how many people have you had snuggies with before?"

Asked the guy who had fucked half of New York and three fourth of LA, He was jealous by the thought of other stupid boys or men snuggling you like this, he was probably more jealous of them getting to see this adorable side of you.

"Not many, yours are the best like i said" your hold around him tightened and it made him feel better. You were not allowed to give any other men snuggies from now on.

Only him. Just him. Him forever.

"I feel like an awful person now but every time a man held me I was just picturing you, I even gifted them cologne you used to use so they would smell like you, i closed my eyes and imagined that it was you holding me instead. I never thought I'd ever get to have you all to myself" he hummed as you finished speaking. He knew you lusted after him, he just never really wanted to believe that you had such deeper feelings for him.

"We have cuddled before baby" his fingers caressed your back so you sighed

"Not like this" he hummed again as you said that.

"Well at least you didn't have your cock shoved in them while you wished for them to be someone else, I'm still the worst person here"

He chuckled as he got up and put his hand out, you both had to go out at some point or Thor would have barged in.

"I hope that someone is me" you said to him and he shook his head to tease you. You didn't really need an answer, you knew it was you, it has always been you for him.

"Change the sheets you couple of twats" Thor threw a fresh pair of bedsheet at Loki so you took it from him.

"I'll do it" you kissed his cheek before you sauntered your way back to the room.

"It's cute how the pussy has got you all mellowed" Thor smirked at him and Loki rolled his eyes but when he didn't hear a response from his brother he spoke again "Are we going to talk about it or not?" Thor hinted at the Odin situation so Loki walked past him and sat down on the couch.

"Did she give away anything?" Loki questioned.

"She said that Odin knew that y/n was a virgin still, but heyy that's fixed now"

"But how did he know? I didn't know"

Thor smiled and took out his phone, he opened your Twitter account and there was a tweet you wrote like six months ago while you were drunk out of your mind at some party.

The tweet probably would have made him chuckle if he wasn't so tensed.

"That bastard has been stalking huh??" Loki's jaw clenched as he mumbled .

"Well that's how he found those sad depressed turds back then to fool them.. you two can stay here, we will deal with him"

Loki looked at Thor as he said that, it was a generous offer. Very generous but he couldn't afford that.

"We can't, she has work, we also need to meet that producer chick tomorrow..she keeps bugging me"

"Hmm can I come?" Thor asked him with a hopeful look in his eyes. He was losing his mind all alone here.

"Can you disguise yourself?" Loki asked him so Thor gave him a wide smile.

"I'm the master of disguise"

On the drive back home, Loki was nervous about taking you back to the city, he was terrified of running into Odin, he knew he wasn't the same old scrawny kid that his father abused all the time but the scars from the abuse still remained and they reminded him of his weakness, he was afraid he'd turn into the same old frail boy as soon as he's confronted with Odin. He didn't want to fail you, he wanted to keep you protected from that monster, as your man that was his only responsibility, he didn't think he'd be able to go on if something bad would happen to you.

"Oh my goddd" you gasped as you saw something on your phone so he looked at you all worried. What you showed him didn't ease any of his worries and he knew his worries won't ease until this whole situation is dealt with.

After Odin, James and Clint, his right and left hand men had escaped away from the prison as well just this afternoon.

And he was deathly afraid, he was truly afraid of those men.

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not rly my own hc sorry but I saw your tags abt how Nancy could be the first of the yandere fruity four to knock out the reader and like that seems pretty angsty!

Don’t be sorry at all, I loooove having these types of convos!

(Cw: yandere behaviour)

It’s all because you’re having your first big fight with the four. No one taking you out the house and calming you down. Not letting any of them convince you everyone involved is overreacting and all of you just need to take deep breaths. Not even any single one of your lovers being so on your side, and telling the other(s) to fuck off for a while, giving you someone to lean on. This time you’d had enough, you wanted to get out of this goddamn house, and you wanted to be ALONE for once!

You don’t even remember the last time you were without at least one of them. At bed time. Going out. Even in the shower, or using the bathroom, usually someone was washing with you, brushing their teeth next to you, or chatting to you from outside the door, even listening to you sing. To be honest, it was starting to drive you a little stir crazy.

Eddie and Robin are crying. Even more so because you haven’t been swayed by their sweet, genuine tears at you being upset, especially with them. And you’re still barging past Steve’s broad shoulders to just get to the front door and out of this house.

Steve’s doing all but physically pushing you back with his hands. Robin’s hands are grabbing for you pathetically from behind the others, Eddie’s crying your name and begging for you, hoping if you look at him, you’ll change your mind like you always do. And you’re still yelling with Nancy.

She’s the one who caused this argument. Nancy’s usually the most strict, and it’s one of the biggest things that causes issues with you in your relationship. She’s lovely, she’s just sort of... neurotic, when it comes to being in control. She’ll give in to your sweet smile on the little things sometimes, but even before you were with her, you always knew she was a stickler for her rules.

Eddie was good, he really balanced it out in the relationship, and he was your partner in crime for you both to expand on those rules a little, and Steve and Robin were at the lesser extreme ends of Nancy and Eddie, so when you got into this relationship, you really thought it would be all nicely balanced out. Until Nancy started acting unnecessarily pissed off, because you wanted a little freedom. Something you personally thought wasn’t ‘a personal rule of someone’s to discuss/compromise with in the relationship.’ Controlling behaviour is something you would not accept, and you determinedly put your foot down at any sign of it. It was non negotiable. You would always stick up for yourself if one of the others went too far, because red flag or even toxic behaviour, was not negotiable for you to work with. You would not be dealing with it. You guys could talk about why they felt their behaviour/rules were necessary, that was fine, but you said from the beginning, that type of behaviour, would absolutely not be a factor in any relationship you were in.

And the four loved how strong you were. How you knew what was right and what was wrong, what you deserved. How you’d stick up for yourself in the places it mattered unwaveringly.

Except when it became an issue for them to keep you ‘safe’. Nancy, especially, didn’t like the fact you seemed unable to be mani- to change your mind about certain things.

And while the other three, Steve, Eddie and Robin have tried to talk to you during this argument with Nancy, where they were on her side, that had escalated into an argument about you leaving the house for some air now, and even as they still tried to get heard words in edgeways, how they kept talking even though they knew you weren’t listening, you and Nancy were mostly taking up each other’s attention.

Screaming arguments back and forth, Nancy always looking scary when she was pissed off, but you so determined in your ways and angry at Nancy too, neither of you were losing. You just kept fighting.

Until you finally managed to bustle around Steve’s held up ‘calming’ hands, turning your back to Nancy, and your other lovers, as you finally got to the front door. Then Nancy was quiet enough, you could hear Steve’s arguments, less angry himself now, and more set to try and persuade you to just stay and calm down at home, and you can all talk things out. In fact, you hadn’t noticed, but Nancy was completely silent now. The switch since you had finally turned your back on her, deafening.

You were fumbling to grab keys from the bowl near the front door, uncaring that they were attached to Eddie’s vans keys, you were going on a walk anyway. And even though you weren’t screaming back at Steve, like you had been earlier, and with Nancy, both your voices were still raised, trying to get across your points, your voice more steady, and Steve’s getting more worrisome. You had to both be slightly loud anyway. Robin and Eddie were still begging for you through tears and snot.

And when you finally picked up Eddie’s key chain in your warm palms, that’s when everything flipped to black.

Steve nearly screamed as he caught you, falling, in his arms. Having no idea what happened other than seeing your eyes flash with something, roll back, and start collapsing.

Robin had squeaked, too quiet to hear, not even noticed by her. Eddie’s gasp had torn his vocal cords, he was that shocked.

And as Steve turned back, holding your limp body in his outstretched arms, the house keys finally falling with a thud to the wooden floor, everyone stared at Nancy, holding the baseball bat stored in the coat rack for safety in this home, staring down at you, with her curls sticking to her pink and still just as determined face.

Eddie was the one who started screaming at her first. After his initial “WHAT THE FUCK?!” And “WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO!?”, Steve caught his breath and started yelling at Nancy too. Steve hardly ever yelled at Nancy, but holding your unconscious body, a deadweight in his arms, was setting him off hard. “WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO NANCE?!” Robin only hadn’t spoken up yet because she was in shock. Everything had been so horrible, everyone was yelling, and then you were hurt, you’re still not conscious, and Nancy, her other partner, was the one to hurt you. Nancy had hurt you. After every promise Nancy had made. After the promises Robin had made to you, to keep you safe, and looked after, and stood up for, after all four of them promised you in this relationship. And now Robin was just as appalled. Mad. And scared. “NANCY WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!”

Nancy still being so set, her eyes still determined on you, non guilty, easily setting the bat back into place, was chilling to some of the others.

Steve saw himself in Nancy then. Dreams he’d had, horrific dreams, about keeping you locked up, just so he’d know you were safe. Conversations he’d had late at night with Nancy, where he’d later felt awful about what he’d admitted... these dark feelings, felt sick, like she was going to tell on him the mornings after, only for Nancy to repeat she’d meant it.

Eddie was behind Nancy, so he couldn’t really see, but he rushed up to check on you, Robin crying for a different reason now. As Steve had to gently kneel to the floor to support your body, setting you leaning against his chest, so Eddie could smooth through your hair at the back of your skull and check for any damage. How much you, his love, were hurt. Eddie would die if you were hurt.

All three’s hearts were beating hard with chest tightening fear, about you being hurt.

Nancy’s quick plan, unfortunately on the one hand, calmed the others though. Steve picked you back up, and set you on the couch, just as Nancy ordered, feeling better seeing you, just like you were sleeping, like none of this had happened. Robin feeling better being useful, as she raids the freezer for frozen peas, wrapping them in a clean towel to place carefully under your head. Eddie whispering promises and pleas to himself and you, with each kiss to your hand he grips and speaks into softly, making his heart rate decrease just slightly with each kiss, as he sits on the floor, peering up at you with shiny dark brown eyes.

Nancy’s steady planning calming them down, wasn’t great, when it meant the others could feel calm, in a situation like this. Where one of your partners, one of them, had just hit you with a baseball bat in order to stop you from leaving.

You woke only a minute later, and everyone’s face’s turned to ones of relief and smiles, including Nancy’s, not a dry eye around, as quiet sniffles and croaks of your name, lit up the big house, alongside your groans of pain.

“G-Guys? What... what happened? How did I... why am I?”

When you turn to Nancy, her face pales with fear. You see it creeping into her eyes. “You don’t... you don’t remember?”

Convincing practiced eyes.

You look down at Eddie, who’s expression hasn’t changed from teary, still wiping at his nose with his sleeve, before nuzzling it back into your hand. Robin and Steve are with him too, Steve crouching near you, while Robin sits on the arm of the sofa, by your laid up leveraged feet. Their hands settled on your body, just like they needed to be.

Nancy comes over too, between Eddie and Steve, and she takes your free hand up in hers. “Baby what’s the last thing you remember?”

You think back, your head aching as you do, and you must have winced because everybody’s hand’s tighten on your body at once. You remembered being near the front door, still closed... with someone’s key’s in your hands, definitely. And as you watch Nancy’s face twist in confusion, you feel like you haven’t put all the pieces of the puzzle together.

“Honey you don’t remember going outside?”

You shake your head, grunting, and Steve’s hand aims for your head, but instead moves and cups your cheek, like he thought better of it, not wanting to hurt you. His bit lip and puppy eyes pleading with you not to move too hard. Begging you not to be more hurt.

Nancy continues. “You got out the door, we kept begging you to turn around, to talk to us, but when you did... you fell down the front steps. You hit your head on the ground.” Nancy bowed her head solemnly, but she managed to look back at up for your expression quickly. “You really don’t remember that?” Her fingers are so so gentle, caressing your temple. Her eyebrows scrunched in worry, stroking your head like she’s nervous there may be more you can’t remember. Other damage to your head undiscovered yet.

“No- no I don’t... I don’t remember that part... But it’s just a couple of seconds right? That’s kinda normal for being knocked out, isn’t it? Do I need to go to the hospital?”

Robin rubs your ankles from where she’s sitting, but her face is tilted up at the ceiling, away from you, you guess in her attempt to try and stop more tears from falling.

“Yeah! Yeah that’s normal, you’re okay. You’re okay baby you don’t need to be seen you’re fine. You’ll be fine okay? I promise. You’re not hurt, I promise I’ll make sure you’re okay, alright?” Nancy speaks like she’s trying so soothe her own worries by making sure you don’t feel scared, before she thumbs under your own dry cheek, the only one in sight, and you feel guilt bundle up like something dark and sick and twisty in your chest. She must blame herself for making you turn around on that step. They must all blame themselves for that stupid fight, causing all this. Those seconds, or maybe minutes, you were out... God you must’ve worried them all so badly. You know how frightened they get for you.

Even with a big sigh leaving your chest, you can’t get rid of the pain you feel, for having caused all of your lovers such pain. And for something so stupid you can barely remember. Not because of genuine memory loss, you’re thankful for, but because it seems so daft compared to all of this. Knowing how badly they must’ve worried, while you were unconscious, and how much your partners really love you. All four of them. And looking at each of their faces... God, you’re so lucky.

You ask Steve if he had to pick you up from outside and bring you back in, and with some stumbling on his words, he eventually gets out a nod with a “Wh- well, I... uh, sigh- yeah.”

Nancy’s only fretting by the couch now, so you can use your free, not taken by Eddie, hand to stroke over Steve’s strong arms, thanking him.

And you thank all your partners for being so strong. For looking after you. You wriggle your shoulders uncomfortably on the couch, your back slightly aching from this position, or you guess from falling down the few steps by Steve’s front door, and you can feel the toweled ice, already put under your head before you had to ask for it.

And all four of your lovers come to kiss your face, once they get a healing head kiss in each, them all going (reservedly for your recovery) wild with face kisses.

And since you don’t know any better, since everything is better, you’re not upset anymore, you’re very grateful for them and are so reminded of your love, plus you’re okay, you’re safe, and now they get to take care of you and play doctor and dote on your every whim???

The others are still slightly mad with Nancy. Steve was more upset then mad, although Nancy was sticking around him to give him enough love to make him feel better. Robin doesn’t know what to think, on one hand she is angry, she feels what Nancy did wasn’t right, she wants to stick with Eddie, but everyone’s a happy family again like Steve says, which is what her and him have always wanted, what they all have needed. And while at first she’d turn away from Nancy with a huff just like Steve would, not imitating him, both just the same in that reaction, and as she’d outright tell Nancy “I’m mad at you.” with her arms crossed, Nancy never retaliated against Robin for it. Never acted angry or upset with her for being mad, Nancy was being really nice to her, and so were you...

Eddie’s mad at Nancy. He’s happy you’re back, and that you’re okay, and fine, fuck it, he is happy playing doctor and caregiver and good lover taking lots of care of you, wayyy more than you actually need, like the rest of them are. But Eddie knows Nancy’s stubborn, because so is he, but about different stuff. Stubbornness knows stubbornness, and it’s part of the reason you, him and Nancy have that fuck you energy with her bullshit sometimes. He does not want her to get ideas she can do this shit if she feels like it, and he doesn’t want the others to think everything will magically be okay if she, if any of them, do stupid shit like this again. It was a fluke this time you bought Nancy’s story. He doesn’t want her belief in herself going up. Yes he’s happy you’re back. Eddie is still pissed Nancy hurt you, and he doesn’t want her, or the others, thinking they can do things like that again. He’s trying to convince Robin, and also Steve, of this too. Maybe, not to the point of hurting you, but with other frantic thoughts... just ever so slightly himself as well. Just very, very occasionally.

But time passes, the household is happy again. They all get to give you the princess treatment, and hype you up to give them every request to fulfil of yours, and you all get to be a happy family, living together contently again. And for a while, the four nearly forget all that unpleasantness, just like how you weren’t in the know. Sometimes, they even envied that you didn’t have to know, didn’t have to deal with these mixed feelings. But they were glad if anyone had to be spared of this pain, it was you. They would do anything for you.