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SCREW IT IM GONNA TOOT MY OWN HORN FOR A BIT
So it's been like a month since I put up my last big mashup, and the response has been awesome. I wanted to talk about all the little bits I put in there, because frankly, I put a lot of love into it, and I want to share it! Here's the video of the mashup with the music video (which is a big part of it.)
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First of all, shoutouts to Shoocharu for the incredible animation for the original MV. I've found him to always have the best Game Grumps animations, and his abilities work perfectly for this music video.
Okay, now just to talk about all the Silly Jokes and Bits and Stuff. A lot of these were noticed by comments (and shoutouts to them! I love seeing people get these)
-Ska Cha Cha is used as a reference to the name of the actual song "Transcendental Cha Cha Cha". Close enough.
-A couple samples are used multiple times at different points in the song. For "Tik Tok", "Ska Cha Cha" and "Down" it makes sense since it's the chorus of the song. However, I also bring back "I'm Blue" and "Toxic" because in the original song, those samples are played over the lyrics "The universe is getting colder, colder. Still every universe somehow got Zumba". Those lyrics are repeated at the end of the song, showing how what was once madness is now being embraced. I thought playing those samples again with the full mix was appropriate.
-And yes, in the two appearances of The Void in the music video, MEGALOVANIA plays because he looks kinda like Sans.
-"words, words, words" was a super interesting inclusion. At first I added it because of the lyric "Just relax..." which is a lyric during that portion of Transcendental Cha Cha Cha. Also, not only did "here's two facts" thematically work well (since the song was about to discuss two separate universes) but it also perfectly aligned rhythmically. Also, that "words, words, words" line might be one of my favorite pre-choruses ever.
-I included Cruel Angel's Thesis at someone else's suggestion, but I'm really glad they suggested it. I actually start it with a somewhat heavy low pass filter before slowly fading off it because I thought it sounded cooler.
-I included "Harder Better Faster Stronger" during that portion because Tom's vocal effects sound similar.
-Cha Cha Slide matches perfectly since the lyrics of Transcendental Cha Cha Cha are also "Slide to the left....slide to the right". Incredibly proud of the little breakdown I included during the mix-up portion.
-"Sometimes this song, it sounds like" segment is referencing myself, since over the years I have developed my own patterns. Sometimes the song does indeed sound like Crawling (plus funny commercial next to it. Again...patterns) and sometimes it does sound like All Star (shoutouts to Star Shop)
-The Mighty B! Theme slaps actually.
-I felt like I had to include the Peanut Butter Jelly snippet, since "it's everything and nothing, it's a baseball bat" sounded almost like it was a direct reference to it. I wanted to include the original Tom Cardy lyric on top of that one both to hammer home the joke and also because I thought the harmonic vocals layered perfectly onto Peanut Butter Jelly Time would make for a nice touch.
-Every time I saw someone notice that I put the "God Dammit" directly after Never Gonna Give You Up to imply that he was mad about getting rick rolled, I gained a year of my life.
-Keeping the "Blink!" from the original song I felt was useful to help kinda punctuate the wildly different samples I was using.
-"Money Game" and "Money Money Money" being played over the French Revolution. Completely unrelated, but have you noticed how much wealth inequality we're facing here in America? That's interesting.
-"Closer" and "Closer" is such an easy joke. In fact it's so easy I've done it before. Did it anyway lmao
-During the big buildup, "Larger Than Life" was used mostly because I hadn't used that song before and I thought it was time. "Dare" was put in because I think that the vocals work really well to naturally create a sense of buildup (unless it's the Live version). "Brain Power" was put in to replicate the noise gate that Tom put on his extended note.
-Monkey Watch and Mr Brightside. Again! Patterns!
-toes
So yeah that's Transcendental Fever Dream. I'm sure if I had more time and excuses to talk about all the nitty gritty details and choices made I'd do it, but I think this is a pretty big breakdown. Something's always felt kinda Big about this one. I think that save for Super Smashup, this is the best mashup I've ever made, and I think it acts as a sort of a culmination of these last 7 years or so of mashups. No idea what the future holds, but if it comes from love, then it's gonna be great.
Thanks for reading.
#long post#mashup#my thoughts#rambling#been in a weird spot lately where i feel like im moving to a new sort of era in my life#idk what it means but its something#Youtube
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can you see the stars in your dreams (and do they have a lot to say about me) - Part 4
Or: a secret Admirer AU
PART 1 || PART 2 || PART 3
TW: one instance of homophobic language (internally), fear of violence due to homophobia (which doesn't occur).
Chrissy would have never expected Steve Harrington to be full of such soft, gooey feelings, but with every letter she helps him right, he only gets sappier. The latest is so sticky with sap sheâs afraid itâll stick to her fingers.
Part of her, the smallest, niggling part, wishes Steve really was her boyfriend, and all those little niceties could be for her. But, that wouldnât be fair to Steve, anyway. Thereâs nothing there; heâs just Steveâthe platonic ideal of a best friend.
So, she wears his last name on her back, helps him write his little notes, and hopes ardently that sheâll find someone she cares that much about for herself.
âWhat are you doing?â
Chrissyâs fingers stumble at the unexpected voice, Steveâs latest letter fluttering to the dirty ground. Someone else beats her to picking it up. She watches, mouth in her throat, as one of Eddieâs friends unfolds the note. He squints down at it, eyebrows raising higher and higher until theyâre almost meeting his hairline by the time he reaches the sign-off.
He folds it up carefully before handing it back to her. She clutches it to her chest, but the damage has already been done.
âArenât you dating Harrington?â Jeff asks.
Chrissy stumbles over her words, only getting out an, âitâs not likeââ and a âI wouldnât doââ before sputtering into silence.
They stand there, staring at each other for an endless moment, neither speaking, before Chrissy finally spins around, shoves the note into Eddieâs locker, and flees as fast as her tired legs can carry her.
He doesnât follow.
Practice had run long, and sheâd just wanted to leave the note and get home. Now, home is less of a relief and more somewhere that she can stew in the repercussions of what sheâs done. Jeffâs Eddieâs friend, heâll tell him without hesitation, and where will that leave her and Steve?
With that in mind, she goes looking for Jeff bright and early the next day, hoping boysâ propensity for not talking on the phone means that theyâve yet to speak.
âDid you tell him?â she asks when she finds Jeff spinning the dial on what must be his own locker.
Seeming entirely unbothered even as everyone around them stares, Jeff continues unlocking his locker at a leisurely pace. Only once heâs pulled the lock down and swung his locker open does he turn to meet her eyes.
âYou mean, did I tell my best friend that Chrissy Cunningham has been writing him love notes?â Jeff asks. Chrissy shifts her eyes around, relieved that no oneâs close enough to hear Jeffâs quiet voice.
Chrissy nods, something weighty sinking into her stomach the longer he goes without responding.
He turns back to his locker with a huff to dig around on the top shelf. âNo,â he says, but before the relief can hit her, he continues, âI donât want you to hurt him, and I think you will.â
âItâs notâI donâtââ she stumbles in an embarrassing reenactment of last night. When he turns back to her with that same judgmental look, she shores herself up, clears her throat, and finally eeks out a full sentence. âI wouldnât do that.â
Jeffâs expression doesnât change as he asks, âso, what? Youâre going to leave Harrington for him?â
Her silence must speak volumes because he slams his locker shut, and turns to walk away, calling, âthatâs what I thoughtâ over his shoulder.
She stands, transfixed, as he walks away.
His dismissal niggles at her, until she finds herself seeking him out again before the end of the day. Heâs walking out of the bathroom, still shaking his hands dry as she rushes up to him, matching his stride down the hallway step for step.
âIâm not dating Steve,â she says.
Itâs the first time sheâs said it aloud, none of her friends close enough to confide in. But, here she is, telling the best friend of one half of the reason her and Steve are even doing this, entirely unprompted.
Jeff looks at her sidelong. âDid you tell the rest of the school that?â
Chrissy sweeps her ponytail over her shoulder as she rolls her eyes. Sheâd never told anyone her and Steve were dating. All itâd taken was her wearing his letterman, and that confrontation with Jason, and everyone had been convinced, no lying necessary.
âIt doesnât matter to me what they all think.â
It does, but sheâs been spending too much time with Steve, and his aloof indifference to his image has been rubbing off. Sheâs glad.
âBut youâre telling me, because what?â he asks, still skeptical. âYou have a big crush on my best friend?â
He throws finger quotations around the word crush that would be insulting if he wasnât right. She does like Eddie. Heâs weird, but nice unless provoked. But the thought of kissing his dry lips makes her nose wrinkle.
âItâs not like that,â she says again.
Jeff rolls his eyes. âWhatever.â
He walks into his next class without another word. Chrissy continues down the hall, barely making it in time for her own.
It doesnât get better.
Jeffâs dislike, visible in his eyes anytime they cross paths, cuts at her. She finds herself seeking him out, explaining again and again, or trying to without saying anything at all.
âItâs really not like that!â she says, finally frustrated enough to raise her voice. âSteveâs handwriting is atrocious so I was justââ
She cuts herself off, hands slamming over her mouth as she realizes what sheâs said. Itâs just, Jeff was making that face she hates again, that one with the raised brows and judgmental smirk, and sheâd gotten mad.
âSteveâs handwritingâŚâ Jeff murmurs quietly, eyebrows now lowered and furrowed in thought.
She mightâve been able to play it off. But the silence has lingered too long, and Chrissyâs never had much of a poker face. She knows the guilt and panic in her expression is damning; she still canât seem to wipe it off her face.
âThe notesâŚâ Jeff starts, trailing off like he canât bear to say it, âare from Steve?â
Chrissy clenches her hand tighter across her mouth like she can somehow retroactively shove her words back into her throat, stop Jeff from having the realization that might get Steveâwhoâs quickly becoming her best friendâkilled. But, he keeps just looking at her. So, she nods, movements jerky and scared.
âShit,â Jeff says, finally breaking eye contact to bend over and squeeze the bridge of his nose. âThat explains so much.â
Unable to stop herself, Chrissy bursts into tears.
***
Eddie heads to his locker first thing in the morning. Heâs been buzzing since he dropped off the last letter, hoping against hope that sheâd check there again. And there, like an answer to his prayers, is an envelope resting atop his neglected Biology textbook.
Eddieâs ready to become a believer if all his hopes and dreams keep coming true. Heâll drop down on his knees and repent for all his sins if it means these letters keep coming. In fact, heâll do it here and now, envelope clutched between sweaty palms as his knees smack into the unforgiving floor of the hallway. All the peons around him give him a wide berth as he smacks his palms together and sends up a prayer like heâs seen people do on TV.
âWhat the hell are you doing?â Jeff asks, squinting down at him like this is the weirdest thing heâs ever caught Eddie doing.
âNothing!â Eddie replies, resisting the urge to shove the letter into his mouth. He hasnât even got to read it yet, no way is he squandering this opportunity just because Jeffâs butting his nosy little nose into his business.
But when Eddie meets Jeffâs eyes, he looks so squinty and weird, and un-Jeff-like, that Eddieâs almost worried. He stands, bruised knees aching as he shoves the envelopeâgently!���into the deep pocket of his jeans. Jeff watches the paper until itâs entirely out of sight.
âYou okay?â Eddie asks, hand reaching out to cup Jeffâs shoulder.
Jeff shakes his head like a dog after a bath, finally looking away from the ass of Eddieâs jeans. âWhat?â he asks, before shaking his head again, and it must help shake a thought loose because the next thing he says is, âIâm fine.â
Eddie keeps his eyes fixed on Jeff, wondering if itâll be enough to break him, but all Jeff does is clench his jaw and straighten his shoulders, a warrior ready for battle.
âAll right,â Eddie says, reaching his finger out to boop Jeffâs nose in that way he hates. âKeep your secrets.â
Then, he turns and walks away. He smiles as Jeff sputters behind him, calling out, âI donât have any secrets!â just as Eddie pushes into the bathroom.
Thereâs a few freshmen in there, but they scatter as Eddie enters. Even still, Eddie rushes into one of the stalls and locks it behind himself. This is about as far as a lit candle and mood lighting as one can getâEddie smells the hints of the shit the last guy in here must have taken and the fluorescents are bright enough to drill a headache into his skullâbut Eddie canât wait any longer.
He tears into the envelope, as gently as he can with impatient, shaking fingers.
 Eddie â
 I know you donât like them, but I like sports. Thereâs something about depending on your body to get you through a hard work-out, you know? But, I donât know if itâs my thing, like Dungeons and Dragons and music are yours. Maybe I donât have a thing. Is that weird?
 My favorite color is yellow, like the sun, and sunflowers, and all those happy, bright colors. Iâd love to see you in such a bright color one day, even if I do love all the black and red. It suits you.
 Iâve never dreamt much, but when theyâre good, theyâre usually about you, so your hopes just might come true.
 I know your handwriting, and what you yell about for the world to hear, but I donât know as much as Iâd like. I want to know everything about you. Whatâs your favorite color? Do you have happy dreams?
 Yours, Always
 Your Secret Admirer
 P.S. Maybe put it in Romeo and Juliet this time, the edition with the tear in the cover.
Here, tucked away in this shitty bathroom in this shitty school, Eddie Munson smiles. Heâs got another note to write, and another book in the library to find.
***Â
âI have some bad news.â
Steveâs barely stepped out of his car before Chrissyâs ambushing him. He takes a startled step back into the beemer, as he meets her gaze.
Chrissyâs wringing her hands together, anxiety wafting off her. Just behind her shoulder, a guy Steve only recognizes as one of Eddieâs friends is stoutly avoiding his eyes. Whatever this is, itâs got Steveâs gut sinking into his socks.
âWhat happened?â Steve asks hesitantly.
His mindâs ticking away, and coming up with all the worst case scenarios. Eddieâs in trouble, or hurt, or worse. What else could bring these two together?
âJeff knows about the letters!â Chrissy cries, words all jumbled together in her rush to get them out.
Steve takes a step back, pressing his spine uncomfortably into the metal roof of his car, instinct against an unknown threat. No one steps after him. Itâs hard to take his eyes off Jeff and Chrissy, but he does. The parking lotâs crowded with warm bodies pushing between cars, desperate to make it to class on time.
Just moments ago, Steve was one of them.
âYou told him?â Steve asks, eyes locked on Chrissy.
For her part, Chrissyâs eyes look big and shiny as she nods. She takes a step forward, and it takes everything in him not to step back. Itâs justâheâd thought they were friends.
âIâm sorry,â she chokes out, tears finally pouring out of her eyes.
Steve watches, stagnant, as the person he was starting to consider his best friend, cries. He wants to hug her, wants to scream at her, wants to run the hell out of here to lick his wounds in peace. But, Jeff takes a step forward, scowl on his face, and Steve takes two hasty steps back, tumbling painfully through his open driverâs side door and sprawling uncomfortably on his stick shift.
The few students nearby turn to look at him, saying snide comments to one another, barely polite enough to talk in whispers. He hardly notices, eyes locked on the main threat. Jeffâs face softens as he stops his forward momentum, foot still raised in the air for a step he doesnât take. No one moves until everyone stops watching the spectacle and begins walking away.
Jeffâs the one who breaks the stand-off, voice quieter and gentler than heâd expected. âMaybe we shouldnât do this here.â
Steve stares him down, still sprawled uncomfortably in his car. Heâs right, but a small voice in the back of Steveâs head is wondering if they should do this at all. He wants to cut his losses and run. But, Chrissyâs still crying, and if his secret is going to be spread around the school, heâd rather have a head start out of town.
He crawls out of his seat, limbs feeling more ungainly and awkward than they have since he was prepubescent. It feels like every eye in town turns toward him as the sound of his closing car door echoes through the rapidly emptying parking lot.
âFollow me,â he says.
Turning his back on them feels like a show of trust he canât afford, but heâs not following either of them off school grounds. The football field will be empty at this time on a Friday, especially with the rain coming down.
None of them are wearing coats, so he leads them beneath the bleachers. The rain still drips between the rafters, but there are a few dry spots big enough to stand in.
âMake-out spot, Harrington?â Jeff asks, mouth quirked up as he leans against one of the metal support beams despite it being wet and cold.
Steveâs intestines squirm around in his stomach at the way Jeff and Chrissy stay standing next to each other, a united front against Steve.
âItâs not like itâs Skull Rock,â Steve says, proud that his voice doesnât shake. âNow, say what you want to say so I can go home.â
âThereâs still school,â Chrissy hiccups out, as if he cares at all about that right now.
Jeff straightens, small smile dropping off his face as he eyes Steve. Chrissyâs face is wet. Steveâs just glad he can no longer tell whatâs raindrops and whatâs tears.
âI was being a dick to her,â Jeff says.
âNo, you wereââ Chrissy starts before Jeff talks right over her.
âAll she said was that your handwriting was bad, and I put the rest together.â
A small part of Steve is soothed that Chrissy hadnât told him on purpose. Accidents happen, he can understand that. Butâ
âEddie told you about the letters?â Steve asks. He doesnât know why heâs surprised, Jeff and Eddie are always occupying the same spaces. They must be close.
Jeff shakes his head, but itâs Chrissy that speaks first, âhe saw me putting one in Eddieâs locker.â
âOh,â Steve says, slumping into himself.
Theyâre both staring at him now.
Steveâs never been good with silences. When his parents are gone, he leaves the TV on in the living room all hours of the day. At school, he surrounds himself with warm bodies, all making noise. In his car, thereâs always a tape playing in his deck.
âSo, should I start fleeing town?â Steve asks, trying for a joking tone, but his voice cracks tellingly on the last word.
âNo!â Chrissy cries.
She rushes forward, wrapping the entirety of her small body around his like she can shelter him from any harms that might come for him. Steve stumbles back, barely stabilizing before they both go tumbling into the dirt.
He wraps his arms hesitantly around her, patting her back awkwardly as she undoubtedly cries into his shoulder. Sheâs short enough that he can put his chin on her head, so he does. She feels right in his armsâgood and warm.
Why couldnât he like her instead?
âItâs okay, Chris,â he says, but sheâs too short to hide in, and heâs got a perfect view of Jeff, still in his original spot. âItâll be okay.â
It feels like a lie when it comes out of his mouth. He meets Jeffâs eyes, surprised when he finds them warm.
âI wonât tell anyone,â Jeff says.
Itâs only then that Steve realizes how haggard his breathing had become, like heâd been running suicideâs in the gym, not standing stationary fighting the fears of his own mind.
He sucks in an unencumbered breath, the stone constricting his lungs ground down to almost nothing. Steve nods, arms still wrapped around Chrissy like she might be ripped away from him. He couldnât have expected anything better, not in Hawkins. Except, whatâs the likelihood he gets this lucky again?
Heâs two for two with good reactions, whatâs the likelihood the third wonât play a nice game of smear the queer?
Except, this is one of Eddieâs best friends, and does âanyoneâ even include him?
âEven Eddie?â Steve asks, that same damning quiver back in his voice.
Jeff shakes his head, and before Steve can begin to panic, Jeff speaks, âI think you should tell him, but itâs your secret man.â
Steve tries to find any sign of a lie on Jeffâs face. The other boy just looks placidly back, waiting his scrutiny out.
âThank you,â Chrissy and Steve say at the same time.
They collapse into each other, giggling like fools as the adrenaline leaves them both. Behind them, Jeffâs smiling like he finds this whole thing charming.
Three might be a crowd, but Steveâs never liked being alone. Maybe this wonât be so bad after all.
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found family with Giyuu and his tsuguko (platonic ofc). like, imagine eating together, or helping each other with little things (like brushing hair or sharpening swords for the other) or protecting each other in fights.
Ë â ⧠⥠EVERY BREATH; EVERY HEARTBEAT â platonic giyuu & reader !
synopsis. moments with giyuu and his tsuguko. warnings. kny-typical violence. manga spoilers. notes. PLATONIC. reader uses water breathing. gn!reader. headcanons. found family. 1.1k words. i'm so sorry for how late this request is. i went with a headcanon format, i hope you enjoy <33
Giyuu had high expectations of them. He made that very clear from the beginning; if they were to be the next water hashira, they needed to be strong, capable. They needed to be able to match him in skillâand eventually, exceed him.
It's lucky for him that his tsuguko was a quick learner.
âDon't slouch,â Giyuu's face remains expressionless, but there was a slight pinch between his eyebrows that betrayed a barely hidden frown. âKeep your back straight, and your feet shoulder-width apart. If your weight isn't evenly distributed, you'll be knocked over as soon as you swing your sword.â
They quickly adjust their stance, gripping the hilt of their sword tightly. Their feet shift, one pointed forward and the other angled outward, with their body positioned in a slight crouch.
âBetter.â Giyuu nod. âIn an actual fight, you won't have time to focus on keeping your posture correct. You need to be able to rely on muscle memory, to fall into a fighting stance without even thinking about it.â
âHow do I do that?â They ask, still frozen in where they stood. Their arm was beginning to ache from holding up their sword for so long, so they lower it to their side.
âYou will learn.â He says simply. âDon't put down the sword just yet. We're not quite done.â
He's patient with his student, but is still as strict on them as he has to be. The last thing he wants is to go too soft on them, because he knows just how dangerous their profession is.
When they're out on missions together, he's very protective. Of course, he lets them fightâthey're a capable Demon Slayer, after allâbut the second he sees that they're starting to struggle, he steps in and kills the demon before they can blink.
It's just instinct. He'll hang back to let them prove their skills, but when they're hit with a particularly painful blow, his body moves on its own accord. He can't risk losing someone else, not to another demon.
Rather than going to the butterfly house for every injury, Giyuu is most often the one to help patch them up after fights. He isn't as skilled in medical treatment, but he has enough knowledge and is twice as gentle as Shinobu is, so he's their first choice.
While he's cleaning and bandaging their cuts and scrapes, he lets them squeeze his arm as tightly as they need to. He doesn't even complain when their nails dig into his skin.
Afterwards, he'll cook meal for them bothâtheir favourite, if he's able to make it. they eat together, in a comfortable quiet. He's never been much for talk during meals, but he enjoys the company greatly.
For their first few meals together, neither said anything at all. But after a while, after they started to become more comfortable with each other, soon their silence started to be filled with something more.
âWhy did you become a Demon Slayer?â The question makes Giyuu falter for a moment. His chopsticks, still raised to his lips, were slowly lowered away from his face.
âWhy did I become a Demon Slayer?â He echos the question, making sure he heard them correctly. They nodded, and he sighed. âFor no happy reasons.â
They're quiet for a moment, staring down at their food. â...I guess I can say the same.â
âIt's quite a popular answer, among Slayers.â Giyuu says bluntly, returning to eating.
Maybe one day, he'll be able to properly explain the story to them without breaking his impassive facade, but even the slight memory is enough to force cracks into his blank expression. He focuses on the food in front of him, inhaling the rich smell and pushing away the clouding thoughts in his mind.
âWhat would you do if you weren't a Demon Slayer?â The second question almost makes him choke on his mouthful of food.
âDoes it matter?â He swallows, staring at them blankly.
âNo,â They shrug, not meeting his eye. âJust curious, I guess.â
Conversations were tentative at first, but he slowly opens up to them. They talk about their lives, before and after becoming Demon Slayers. Soon they move to trivial matters as well, favourite colours and favourite foods, random memories and amusing stories.
Then, it's the small moments between fighting and training. Giyuu helps them by sharpening their sword, and they help him with cleaning his after a mission. It all becomes a routine, and they fit into his life like they were always there, as if they've been a part of his family all along.
While he only intended to take on a tsuguko to train a successor, he ends up growing very fond of them. It becomes harder for him to send them out on missions, even they've grown strong enough to be able to fight on their own.
It's during the final battle that his sudden protectiveness towards them is tested, as he is forced to watch them almost die in the fight against Upper Moon Three.
For a moment, Giyuu's heart stops beating. He watches, paralyzed, as the demonâUpper Moon Three, the fourth strongest demon in the worldâturns his attention towards his tsuguko. Their sword is raised in defense, lips parted to spit out the words that he taught them.
âThird Formââ The cry is cut off, as a fist is slammed into their stomach with enough force to tear through their skin and leave a mess of blood in its wake.
âGiyuu!â Their scream feels as heavy as the wounds weighing Giyuu down, but he doesn't stop; not even for a moment. He lunges forward, swinging his blade.
âSecond Form, Water Wheel!â Giyuu yells, slashing the sword across the demon's shoulder and slicing his arm clean off. The attack distracts him long enough for [Name] to stumble back and away, pressing against the wound on their stomach to staunch the bleeding.
If there was any reason to keep fighting, even when weariness claws at his lungs and presses tightly against his chest, it was to stop the demons from taking anyone else. Tanjiro is ready beside him, and the grip on his sword is tight.
âWater Breathing, Tenth Form: Constant Flux!â
The aftermath is heavy on them both, but they aren't alone. Together, they begin to rebuild their lives in the wreckage of the Demon Slayer Corps, forging a new future for themselves. And no matter where that future takes them, Giyuu will be there to support them.
They aren't alone. No matter how many people who have been lost, they aren't alone, and as long as he is still alive, he will make sure they never will be.
Family is a difficult subject for Giyuu, but in them, that is exactly what he finds.
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Š aviiarie 2024. do not copy, repost, translate or use my work to train ai
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Forgotten friends
So I read a lot of ancient Y/N cookie stuff because why not and I decided to make my own. Bear in mind that this is a work of pure imagination and judgment will not be tolerated.
Long ago, You were baked along with 5 other cookies, an immense power created within you by the witches. You were all created to the purpose of protecting earthbread and providing guidance to those who resided within it. Knowledge, Volition, Change, Happiness, Solitude and Patience. All created for a great purpose.
Alas, great power always begets corruption. You watched as how your friends will crumbled onto their own strength one by one. You wished you had seen it sooner. Wish you had taken notice of their behavior changing and shifting into corruption. You wish you could've done something sooner. But you couldn't.
You felt... foolish, to put it kindly. All the signs had been there. More cases of injured cookies, more homes being destroyed out of nowhere, the constant plea from the cookies to be protected. But every time you asked who had hurt them, they never replied. You should've realized it sooner. What other cookies had powers strong enough to wipe an entire village out of existence and only leave ashes, flour, jam and crumbs as it's remains?
Regardless of not having seen it sooner, you knew something had to be done. You had to intervene, make them come back to their senses somehow. But every time you got the courage to even walk to their quarters, you never entered. You were scared of what your friends had become, a lot more than you would've liked to admit. Besides, there were five of them and one of you. Even if they haven't crumbled you already, they're still capable of doing it.
With little to no options left you were forced to seek out the help and guidance of the witches. Fortunately for you, they had already come up with a solution. The unfortunate part?
The solution was to seal them away.
You were unsure how to take in this information. Part of you wanted to plead and beg that they find another way. But the other part knew this was the only way to protect earthbread. With a heavy heart you agreed to lure your fallen friends into a trap. Did you like it? No, of course not. They were your friends. But did you have a choice? Also no. It was for the sake of earthbread.
"Are we there yet?" Shadow milk cookie asked, though it came out as more of a whine. You were leading them to the agreed spot where they'd be sealed, having promised them that you wanted to show them something.
"Patience, Milk. We'll be there soon." You said, followed by a soft chuckle. Though you knew that was only to hide your dread. Here you were, leading your friends into a trap, and all you could do was try to divert any suspicion by acting like everything was ok when in reality it wasn't. "We've been walking FOREVER! How far must we go to see this thing?" Burning Spice cookie complained. You had to fight hard to suppress that deep sigh gathering in your lungs. If this experience wasn't already dreadful enough, they had been complaining time and time again how long it was taking and you gradually grew annoyed of them. "Look, not my fault you don't have any wings to just fly there. We all could've been there ages ago if SOMEONE wasn't a wingless pepper, don't attack me!" You retorted. Just as he opened his mouth to speak again you snapped something else.
"And don't even THINK about bringing up Silent Salt cookie. I know he doesn't have wings but at least he ain't complaining!" Though you're not sure if it's cuz he won't or if he can't. Either way, Burning spice cookie let out a grumble of annoyance before keeping quiet.
"Hey can we-" Eternal Sugar cookie let out a long yawn as she stretched out like a cat before snuggling back into her soft pink clouds. "Can we like, take a break or somethin'? We've been walking for ages..."
"Your feet haven't even touched the ground since we left!"
"Mmmh, too much work."
Another deep sigh you forced to not surface out brew up in your lungs again. You hadn't realized what pricks your friends had become. They used to be so nice. Now they're just... Annoying. Though you can't really say you were surprised, seeing as they corrupted in general.
"Applying pressure on Y/N cookie is futile. Our journey will on prove to be more insufferable and longer if we continue to be uncooperative." You heard Mystic flour cookies dull voice say.At least SOMEONE wasn't breathing down you neck. You also couldn't help but realize that the only thing that seemed to be different about her was the fact that her voice held no annoyance in it.
Heck, it practically held no emotion in general. Regardless you found her more tolerable in this moment then the other three. It kind of stung though, knowing she along with the others were following you so willingly to their own demise. But it had to be done.
Finally, you made it to the spot. You told them to stand in specific spots, which they complied with. As you got out of the way, you looked over at them all. You felt your smile falter and your heart began to ache. So you were really doing this, huh? You didn't want this. Not at all. But you had to do this. Once you felt the witches about to begin you let out a shaky sigh.
"Forgive me... I never wanted this..." you said softly, but it was loud enough for all of them to hear. Before they could react you watched five forks come down and imprison your friends, much to your displeasure and their shock. You turned away, unable to watch further. You tuned out their cries for your help. And without looking back, you walked away, your head hung low in shame and pain.
You hid yourself away and watched how the world around you changed. You now concealed your souljam as a pendant on your clothes and you concealed your identity. In fact, you changed it completely. You wondered for many days and night if your forgotten friends would ever forgive you.
Maybe... just maybe... with a lot of patience. Even if they did, nothing anyone said was gonna ever allow you to forgive yourself. Not even the light of patience would allow it.
#crk x reader#crk#cookie run kingdom#beast yeast#beast cookies#burning spice cookie#silent salt cookie#mystic flour cookie#shadow milk cookie#eternal sugar cookie
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Logan tried to murder Chuck. What then?
After the sun set on Krakoa and the dust settled, Charles Xavier surrendered himself to 'human authorities.' He was being transported to his super prison built by Reed Snitchards and Tony Nark when...
Logan came to kill him in a very unsubtle way. Surely those guards died or at minimum suffered serious permanent injuries. What little we get of his motivation is an objection to Chuck's time as Sentinel X - killing a bunch of humans. Logan Behavior, basically. Certainly hypocrisy.
Pretty stylish entrance though, The Shining style. He's just about to gut him after Chuck declines explaining himself or speaking at all. Keep in mind resurrection Protocols just phased into another dimension - Logan is aiming to kill Xavier permanently (comic book permanent obviously) here despite the fact he's going to prison for life. He'd actually be subverting punitive state justice here.
I hardly need to say that this is pretty extreme for Logan. He's killed countless people, but for the last few decades he's worshipped the ground Charles walks on. After AvX, when Chuck committed suicide by Phoenix, Logan appointed himself the custodian of 'the dream' and ran the school (though he renamed it after Jean because he's a creepy and petty man.) Cyclops is often held up as Chuck's heir, but I think Logan is just as much. (Though Jean and Storm beat them both out and surpass him.) Maybe this is a hypocritical broken pedestal moment.
Magneto objects, freezing him in place and proclaiming 'no more martyrs.'
Did you know 9/10 failed murderers say 'cripes?'
Then he yeets him out of the prison and levitates it so he can't get back in. Mags and Chuck have a chat and we see nothing of Logan until Wolverine #1.
These people all need therapy. Emotional intelligence so low.
That murderous unilateral motivation seems to have cooled - 'Charles doin' what he did' is third on his list of things that took their toll. Not to minimise his pain, but everyone else has experienced those things too. Many had it worse. Scott, for example, was tortured for six months with his eyes sewn shut and a broken back (which... healed somehow.) If someone else was doing this he'd call them out at best, more likely he'd tell them to get over it. This is #Logan Behavior, though it's weird he doesn't mention Daken's death.
I'm 99% sure this is next chronologically. Scott says Logan was 'in the area so he asked him to investigate' - 'the area' being Santo Marco, a fictional South American country that Magneto briefly conquered in 1963. The X-Men answered his distress call.
No mention of Chuck here, and he greets Scott warmly. No thank you though. They patch him up back at the Factory. Looks like he does have use for X-Men.
Wolverine can absolutely give up. It's his thing.
From 'I never should have left the woods' this has to be after Wolverine #1, but before Uncanny X-Men #1-4, because that takes place over a few days and the phone call between Rogue and Scott implies so. We only get the end of this conversation, but it's very safe to assume it was a soft recruitment offer and assumption of a family relationship. No mention of Chuck here either. He claims he's done, citing Krakoa as a loss. It is a loss, but it also bought back the 16 million Genoshan dead and established a mutant paradise in a heaven dimension - one he could have gone to.
Also, Logan didn't build shit. He had nothing to do with Genosha, in fact he opposed and obstructed it. He bailed on Utopia and the narrative kept genocidal threats away from the school. He had little to do with building Krakoa itself and while he went on the missions he was asked to, he remained a skeptic the entire time. He didn't trust the island and lived on the moon in a polycule. Anyway, he tells Scott not to come looking for him. I promise you he wouldn't say that to Jean.
She's right, they're not strategists.
Looks like he's fine hanging out with Rogue and Gambit. Rogue seemed fine with joining Cyclops and co, but doesn't argue at all when Logan (who is hours away from leaving and has no intention of staying) shoots it down for... reasons? They were X-Men enough when they rescued him from Santo Marco, ingrate.
Neither should struggle to imagine a community 'run' by Scott Summers. Logan has been living with him for at least 3 years and he wasn't everywhere when Logan and Jean were banging. Rogue was on a Krakoan X-Men team with Scott and he and Jean prepped new leaders and stepped back. They all considered themselves Krakoan and Scott 'lived to serve.' How does it end this way? The Chuck question answers itself, though Logan doesn't say 'I wish Magneto didn't stop me killing him' or something. Scott? Uhhh, you took this misanthrope's grumbling as gospel. Go to Alaska and say hi! Or maybe he'll call you. Kate? Uhm, she just told you. She broke in Fall of X, you know this.
Interestingly, Logan uses the term 'fill Chuck's chair.' I thought he was quitting the parts that don't work? 'Why do you even want to?' should be self explanatory. Rogue receives a phone call after this from Scott, and she says he's 'the last person she wants to speak to.' Maybe Logan is right and he shouldn't be around people. He infected Rogue with Scott haterism very quickly.
The Outliers show up and less than a day later he leaves, heading for the nearest forest. Even the swamp hag that guts him thinks he's a whining bitch. Logan is aware that Rogue's group are planning a prison break, that children are being hunted, though it doesn't stop him leaving.
Put all this together and it paints a very human portrait of a traumatized person pushing everyone away, albeit in the most immature way possible. This is what Magneto referred to when he said Logan Behavior, and he's right. If I was talking about a real life person it'd be unforgivably callous, but I'm not. I wrote this piece to interrogate his continuity from Krakoa to FTA, and I was expecting it to make less sense to be honest. As I said, this is textbook trauma response. It portrays that well, but the whiplash of Logan going from 'murder Chuck no matter the collateral damage' to 'Chuck did bad things but Cyclops is worse - don't be friends with him, Rogue' is severe and unsatisfying.
Uncanny #700 was one of the last things written for Krakoa, so it's likely that information wasn't available for FTA writers. Except Logan and Kate had both sworn they'd kill Chuck with plenty of notice, so I don't think that deserves a pass. Is anyone surprised by this? Maybe I should just write a post that says 'From The Ashes doesn't care about smooth continuity and has clumsily broken up these teams by fiat. Just ask Havok, Polaris, Angel, Storm, Omega Red, Jubilee and Shogo, etc etc. Also, it's pretty fucking mid' and pin it on my Tumblr.
That's no fun though. Even when it sucks, when it's safe and nostalgic, when everything you loved has been swept away and replaced with cardboard cutouts, when it's 'fine I guess', and even when it's great; the play's the thing. I love the X-Men and fans have as much ownership of the story as anyone. Not entitlement, just the right to be a part of the narrative, close to the characters. I find it fun and if I ever don't I'll stop (or spend a few years covering Krakoa). I hope you do too. Importantly, you should be critical of the things you love in good faith. As for Marvel the capitalist entity - all bets are off. Fuck em. They do it for the money, we do it for the love.
#x comics#wolverine#charles xavier#krakoa#professor x#magneto#cyclops#comics#x men#marvel#from the ashes#rogue#gambit#nightcrawler#logan behavior#marvel critical#cherik
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Please tell me about the guy in your college dorm who got scurvy, I love a good modern day scurvy story. Like bro, have a delightful lemon-parm chicken
So in uni I lived in a co-ed dorm building where we had single-person rooms and shared a common room, washrooms/showers, laundry, and a kitchen. We also had a dining hall that we could purchase meal plans from (which i also had all 4 years, because i juggled full time school and 2 jobs at the same time. I did NOT have the time to cook for myself and I would not have done so in that kitchen to be frank). The building was split up into a bunch of different houses which we took personality quizzes to get assigned to in order to limit the amount of conflicts that would happen in this living situation. I was put in the smallest house (there were only 20 of us) and it was full of real chill like-minded people who liked to watch movies with me. This guy was the next door away from me, but wasn't my immediate next door neighbour because the stairwell broke up our house down the middle.
He was the house shut-in. He didn't really join any of the hang outs in the common room, or go out clubbing with us, he just kinda shut himself in his dorm room and never came out. Eventually we stopped slipping invitations to things under his door like we did with everyone else because there was no point. But I saw him in the dining hall and I saw him swiping a meal card a few times so I knew he was on the meal plan, meaning i KNEW he had access to fruit and veggies and even just like, juice. The food wasn't good but you had all the opportunities in the world to make it good FOR you, if that makes sense.
One of my jobs at this point was as an overnight security guard for an apartment building. I would come back around 4am and then crash out until 11 or 12 and then go to my afternoon and night classes. This is relevant because I was coming back into the building after a shift once in full uniform while he was sitting on the front steps and looking like he was hungover to the point of near-unconsciousness. I ask if he's feeling okay, if he needs anything, he waves me off and says he just needs some air. I'm like okay well, you know which doors mine if you change your mind bud.
He was an enigma who never spoke to us so I waved the situation off as too much college partying or something.
Over the next few days this becomes a common sight among everyone, who says they would also come back from their part time jobs or outings to him nearly passed out on a courtyard bench or something, a few people said they heard someone throwing up in our floor's shared bathroom.
About a week later I come back from my shift as usual and crash in bed until noon, expecting to wake up and go to my classes as usual. I grab my school bag and throw my regular coat and boots on and walk to class. I liked to sit in the back of that lecture hall because that prof had a rule that you were allowed to eat in his class as long as you sat in the last 3 rows, so I'd bring my breakfast and coffee in one of the dining hall to go boxes. I did not end up eating my breakfast or drinking my coffee.
In fact I did not make any notes on my laptop.
In fact, the house discord server blew up while I was asleep.
This guy, this fucking guy, had gone to our don (RA, basically) and told her he needed to go to the ER and then passed out on her couch. She doesn't have a car because none of us did, so everyone who was there and awake ended up dragging him to the closest hospital that was a few blocks away from campus on foot. Why they did not call an ambulance or at least an Uber is beyond me, but panic does weird things to people.
Reading through this in the corner of my eye before class starts, I have forgotten about class entirely. I have forgotten about my breakfast and my coffee. A few people were asking if they should ask for the don's master key and wake me up, thinking that i might have training in these things from what my job was (i did), and then others shut them down saying "no, let him sleep. He gets home at 4:30 in the morning" (WHY DIDNT YOU WAKE ME UP I WOULDNT HAVE CARED IF YOU SAID SOMEONE WAS HAVING A MEDICAL EMERGENCY. I COULDVE AT LEAST KEPT YOU ALL CALM AND DELEGATED TASKS)
I send a message in just saying "guys I'm up now what is going on" with an @everyone attached.
Instantly get "several people are typing." That's never a good sign.
So this guy was in the ER for hours getting IV-fed. Because he had scurvy. And they had to vitamin C infuse him. Because he hadn't eaten a single fruit or vegetable or anything derived from a plant the entire school year. He got SCURVY. IN THE YEAR OF OUR LORD 2019.
Bro eat a fruit. EVER?? But he just didn't. He just never did. He had fucking scurvy. He passed out and had bleeding gums and his teeth almost fell out. Because he had scurvy.
He did not come back the next school year because his parents pulled him out of the dorms on the basis that he couldn't be trusted to take care of himself after that incident. And I do not blame them at all. Ma'am your kid can't be trusted to eat one (1) orange all year.
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#darker than black#dtb#kayanuma kiko#yin#gif#uploading this on the dtb tag cuz why not#i only made this for a zzz post lol#it brought back memories of when i used to make gifs of darker than black because this was one of the most famous dtb gifs of the site#i never did this one because if someone else had done it before then i didn't do it#so mine were just weird scenes and fights that no one had made gifs of#mostly hei eating and mao being mao
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why won't my brain shut up why won't my brain shut up why won't my brain shut up why won't my brain shut up
#i'm overthinking something that i did and was told off for doing by my director#and on my way home i was thinking when was the last time i was even talked to like that during a production#and then i remembered the costume experience from hell of only a couple months ago that i've already began blocking out#but the thing is that that person was someone i knew i'd never have to work with again#i mean at first i thought i would have to work with them more. then they announced they were moving away immediately#so i only had to deal with them face to face for another weekish after that point and anytime they yelled at me#i was like 'cool. i'll do exactly what you say to do. and nothing more.' but then of course me being me#i did some extra stuff and they initially were like 'oh that's pretty' and then days later told me to cut everything i added#and like sure i get that the show was frozen but girl. that costume was unfinished. i was trying to finish it. it was frozen but looked bad#anyway. whenever they yelled at me and had actual malice in their heart i was like whatever. i was hurt. but i didn't care as much.#but this time it's someone i've worked with many many times before and it was about a habit i have that i know isn't great#but at the same time the thing that prompted it wasn't even me doing this habit it was something else#but she interpreted it as that habit and said that i can't do that on a production she's directing#and that if i couldn't stop then i could pull out from the production and there'd be no hard feelings between us#and honestly i think her reassuring that she knows i'm valuable and that she wants me there while also telling me not to do this thing#and the fact that she's someone i like working with and will continue to work with just made it all hurt so much more#especially since she referenced another past production we've done where i didn't even realize she had noticed that i do this.#and i found myself in near tears. and still am kind of in near tears. i can't decide if i need to cry or not.#and i had NO sleep last night so i was looking forward to sleeping tonight but now i'm just overthinking EVERYTHING#and like. i know everything will be fine. if i just stop inserting myself and stick to just my specific tasks. it'll be fine.#but this is one of the ways my ocd manifests. i feel like i have to personally fix something i notice going wrong. or it'll be bad.#because every single time i choose to sit back and not be nosy when i notice something it ends up bad in a way i could have prevented#if i just inserted myself in a situation i technically wasn't part of but knew i could help or fix. so i just need to not do that.#but then i feel guilt if it does go wrong in the ways i immediately assumed it would and in a way i could prevent.#and i've been trying to work on this for like 6 months and aaaahhhh it's hard and being called out on it from her just really really hurt#i still may or may not cry. i don't know. the irony of me telling my therapist THIS MORNING that it's been a while since i last cried.#and the universe being like 'i took that as a challenge' and handing me this situation for me to spiral over.#i need to leave things alone. i need to stare straight ahead. and ignore whatever isn't specifically for me to do. but ahhh i want to help#and then of course my mom has this same habit and it annoys me when she does it yet i do it to other people and ahhhhhhhh#brain please just shut up. i need to sleep. i have to work tomorrow.
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Never having a problem with material items, Edna is not very materialistic, so she cannot quite understand Yuri's brother geeking outâbut she does understand that those things must've fascinated him all the same. Since they're such bumpkins, Sorey and Mikleo did that all the time, after all. Eizen was like that too. He loved learning about the world; cared a lot about the rich knowledge the past had to offer, how old artifacts held lots of significance about the evolution of the world and whatever else he liked rambling about. Edna admittedly never understood most of it, given how young she'd been at the time, but she at least knew that it was important to her brother and that was why she even listened in the first place. Maybe Yuri was like that too with his brother: not really understanding the whys in particular, but was still supportive because it made the person happy.Â
When she was younger, Edna ... still wasn't good at conveying herself with words. She preferred to help Onii-chan with anything he had to do so that she could be useful; she picked up pretty flowers to make flower crowns to give him as gifts; she followed him around when she didn't want to be alone. Words were just too hard for her. The wrong words could lead to misunderstandings, and actions seemed more practical to her. But even then, perhaps her lack of contact with more than one person had kept her sheltered in a way. There are times when Edna deliberately presents herself as cold and curt, but there have also been times she accidentally came off too cruel and callous. Sorey had been a victim to that and while she did sincerely apologized, it had left a regretful feeling in Edna's heart.
This is why she wanted to stay quiet about her brother. Yuri probably doesn't even know how dragons are so dangerousâafter all, dragons are something that seraphim are familiar withâbut at the same time, Edna didn't just want to cry and leave him with nothing. She didn't even want to cry to begin with, but the damage has been done, and there's no turning back now. With how he patiently listens to her, he does sort of remind her of Onii-chan in a way. â Â He sounds like a weirdo, Â â she softly remarks, lightheartedly, â Â but that's why he had you to look out for him, I guess. Â â Even though she's younger, she sometimes had to scold Onii-chan to get back on track whenever he geeked out a little too much.Â
She has to pause for a moment upon Yuri's insistence. Edna had thought he'd back away if she volunteered to fix the mess by herself. Even though he came here to Rayfalke for official business, she had thought, for a brief moment, that he would eventually see no more reason to come back here once the looters problem has been resolved. His job is done, so his business here should be done too, right? But thinking back to their entire conversation, back from when they had started this whole trip up the mountains, the more she found herself not caring anymore. True, this is the first time they've met, but they already found some common ground with each other about ... brothers. About family. And to Edna, she values family because 'family' gave her life meaning. It's nice to talk with someone who also has that same sentiment.Â
â Â Yeah, this is definitely a human problem I shouldn't have to deal with, Â â she comments grumpily, sniffling again. He really does have a point anyway, so she supposes Yuri will just have to play janitor for a while. He is clearly stubborn to help and while she'd normally take the opportunity to tease about it, Edna's too emotionally tired to do so right now, but when she hears him agree to bring flowers the next day, she is about to give him a genuine thank youâ
Edna blinks upon feeling herself get tugged, then ... A hug? She blinks again, confused. Sure, Lailah's given her a hug before when they reunited for Sorey's journey, but that was a hug from Lailah, not...Â
She doesn't return the hug, but she doesn't shove him away either. Yuri seems as tall as him, she notices absently, lowering her umbrella a bit to accommodate the position. Eizen's the only male she lets touch her with all of her trust. She is still awkward whenever Mikleo touches her, and now Yuri is the third male in her life to touch her. Hugs from Onii-chan were so long ago, Edna is starting to forget them. Mikleo's never actually hugged her before, so she doesn't have much for a recent frame of reference, but ... It's comforting. Yuri's hug is tentative. It's not a hug that oversteps anything, just something that wanted to comfort her. She can tell that much.Â
When he lets her go, Edna says knowingly, â  Lailah will know how to send a letter through the Turtlez. They deliver mail for us seraphim.  â When he starts leaving, she takes her umbrella to shield her face first before raising her voice a little: â  Yuri. I'll only say it once: thanks.  âÂ
Being a seraph means sleep is not a necessity, so Edna had spent the rest of her day mourning after Yuri had departed. After taking a walk around the mountain to clear her mind, she had mainly spent time at her brother's grave. She left those holes alone to honor Yuri's words, but the sight of them still annoyed her, so she stayed at the edge of the clifftop and kept watch as time passed to this current day. Yesterday's events still took a toll on her emotionally, so Edna takes today's walk on the mountain again, keeping a watchful eye out for more looters. Miraculously, there are none. She would've set up traps beforehand, but that would also affect Meebo and Yuri if they come by, so she decides against it. Those 'natural' disasters yesterday must've gotten through to those losers anyway.Â
Edna continues mourning after her walk, now seated on a rock nearby the grave to stare at the scenery, only turning around when she hears noises behind her. She quietly watches Yuri keep his word and fix the holes with a shovel he brought along. He even got the orchid flowers she wanted... He really did come back and found those flowers within the day... If all humans had his sense of honor, maybe she'd hate them a little less.
â Â What's that? Â â she softly asks, walking over to him. She hasn't cried ever since he left yesterday, so her eyes aren't as pink and sore anymore to hide. Staring at the item he left in front of the grave, she tilts her head. It looks like a ... statue? â Â You know, you didn't have to get this, right? Could've spent your money on something you actually need. Â â She stares at it again. Is it a small mountain? She wonders how long it took him to find it because she doubts he could've carved it himself given all the physical movement he did yesterday. Accounting the time it must've taken to hike back up here and the time to find those flowers, he definitely bought it. He bought this for her. He bought this for her brother.
â Â Leaving a mountain on a mountain, though. Clever, Â â she quips, just to maintain some sort of lighthearted atmosphere. Just because she stopped crying doesn't mean she is over it yet. Now that he fixed up the holes, she does feel a little better, but ... â Â So, on a scale of one to ten, how sore are your legs today? Â â
When it came to crying, she must have been like him. Always bothered by the idea of others seeing it, even though it meant... nothing, really. It was as if Yuri was okay with showing any other emotion except... sadness. He remembered the day Jiri died, the way his vision blurred and he got up and left the room. The way he was the last person before Hanks to stay with her until she died. Even at that time, being willing to show sadness was... difficult.
Perhaps it was because Edna had always been alone. Because there had never really been anyone around her that she felt she could trust to know her feelings. To see her feelings in their rawest form. On the other hand, Yuri had always been sort of the... "group leader". Always feeling like he had to be strong for everyone. Like he had to watch out for everyone. He had worried back then about showing negative emotions. Worried the other boys would feel unsafe and less secure. As the years went on and he had started raising more younger orphans, he didn't want to let them see him like that.
While Yuri couldn't say he understood the concept of becoming a dragon, he still understood that it was not a good fate from her story. Before he turned into a dragon, he was truly a person. Full of personality, a family even if perhaps only of one, someone who was beloved by that person. As if becoming that dragon made him lose all of that. It was... a shame that they were not like the Entelexeia. Beings who were not human, but transformed into another life form as evolution. Became spirits like a next phase of life. Dragons here... didn't seem to be like that.
He gave an "mm" of agreement at her statement. Indeed, Yuri couldn't help thinking of Jareth either when things weren't... going well. Still, he managed a small chuckle. "Yeah... My brother had this phase not long before he died... He geeked out about material belongings that he could finally afford. Honestly, it was weird and concerning to me, because it wasn't like him. He was one of us. Poor, thrifty, just happy to have whatever we had. But... it must've also been a wild, mind blowing thing to him to have shiny, well crafted things. Even the little kids were amazed. I was worried at the time, but... I also... can't blame him for feeling that way just because I wouldn't. And like I had said at the time... he could spend his money how he wanted to."
Back then he'd truly been concerned, but when he got older... he understood. Sure, it really wasn't like him, but... it was new to him, and for him, it also could've meant... having money. Having a living. Being able to get away from just struggling to survive. Barely getting by. He saw a future in some form of wealth. Saw a future by everyone in the Lower Quarter moving out and finding a new place to stay together. The nobles abused that desire... and it was the nobles he despised for that. For leading Jareth astray until the boy's hope became desperation out of concern for everyone's safety.
Though they'd just met, he did feel... at least something of a connection with Edna. There was something there. Anyone he passed by he wouldn't wish sadness or suffering upon, but he didn't know most people's lives. Their stories. Their history. When he finally did hear someone's - Edna's - it had little details that made Yuri think of his own life. Both the good and the bad.
"You could fix it with your powers, but... that was made by humans. I just think... it should be a human who fixes a human's mess. It shouldn't be your job to fix what humans did here." His gaze returned to the now covered holes, the dirt clearly moved after having settled for a long time. He really did need to speak to Harry about this. Just because this was a foreign land didn't give anyone the right to be borderline grave digging and robbing. If Harry wouldn't do something about it, Raven no doubt would, or Raven would convince Harry to.
Bring flowers, she said... He'd probably need some direction, but he could search for some. This place was still unfamiliar territory, but he didn't like the idea of not fulfilling her request. Of... coming back to fix the holes and not leaving the flowers. Red orchid... He could probably search tomorrow before coming back up the mountain. Going back down would be easier, but there was no way he would be able to take another whole trip back up and down the mountain today. Tomorrow was his only chance for a while though. After tomorrow, his legs would be highly sore from the trips. There was no way even his body would be able to pull off another trip up this mountain so soon.
"Yeah... I'll ask around since I'm not too familiar with the location, but... I'll look for some." He paused, then sighed. This was... possibly a bit much. Overstepping, even. They were essentially strangers. Regardless though, he couldn't... just leave her to feel so alone and helpless at what had happened once he had to leave for the day. So he lightly, gently, and with little pressure pulled her closer. The lightest hug he could manage to keep her from feeling overwhelmed, and light enough for her to reject it and back away. Nothing overly familiar that might make her uncomfortable. Just... something so she knew he didn't take any of this lightly. So she didn't seem like just another assignment for his job, and someone he just felt sorry for along the way. While he had to keep his job in mind, this was... a bit more than that now.
He was careful, gentle, when he pulled back to speak. "Not sure when I'll be back tomorrow, but it's gonna be a bit of a trip like today, so... I won't be able to come back for a fair bit. Unfortunately the limitations of human bodies means my legs are gonna hate me after tomorrow. I can hang out for a bit, but otherwise, after that... when I come back for that festival in Ladylake, I'll look for one of your friends. See if they can get a hold of you somehow so you can go with us."
All that was left was for him to give her his farewells until tomorrow. After getting down the mountain, it would be getting late. He'd have to turn in pretty quickly after, if he wanted to make sure he had time tomorrow to get everything done and get back down before it was late. There was no reason to fill Karol and Judith in since they would be staying at the same inn despite their different assignments, so he could at least square away his plans for tomorrow with them.
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Searching for the flowers hadn't been too difficult once he'd asked around among the nearby residents. Karol and Judith had offered to help, but given what happened yesterday, Yuri preferred to work on Edna's request by himself. Unfortunately Judith needed Ba'ul today again too though, which meant Yuri was still on his own for the mountain climb. If he were to ever come back here if Edna wanted visitors, Ba'ul would be... helpful. Certainly, very helpful. Given the climb though, Yuri preferred not to have Repede have to go up the mountain with him. Even for Repede, it was a lot. For today too, he'd be with Karol on Karol's assignment.
Thankfully there was no sign of the looters on the way back up. Earlier today, Yuri had heard some rumor going around about the mountain being "cursed", so the guys Edna had spooked yesterday had probably started gossiping about their experience. Most likely though, it would keep people away now at least. At the very least, the foreigner groups.
As promised though, he laid the flower bunch at the front of the grave, followed by poking at the dirt with the shovel he'd bought to fix the uneven coverings. There wasn't much need to redo a lot of it, but he did make sure to redo the edges and make sure the tops were patted down properly. Once everything looked okay, Yuri pulled out the carved sculpture of a mountain he'd purchased while checking the market for a shovel, placing it against the grave with the flowers.
It was no artifact, but it was clearly crafted with care and quite possibly based on this mountain. His chances of finding a real, genuine artifact were slim, and a real one being sold at any market would cost more than he could afford. Something like that would be doable if he was a on job from Ioder, but that wasn't the case right now. For now... this was what he could do, and it wasn't likely any looter would be up here again any time soon.
#bravewolfvesperia#°Ëâ§â â peace on the mountains. â main verse. ââ§Ë°#[ gently sets this here ]#my eyes are so bloodshot that i almost copy-pasted my reply into discord instead of tumblr#so pretend there aren't any typos if you see any đ
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Girl are you okay? Cause you've been looking through the "My lesbian experience with loneliness" tag again
Well the short answer is no :D
#the long answer is I saw one post of someone going 'well now that I'm 28 too maybe I'll try doing the same thing the protag does here''#and nearly cried because 28 is such a ridiculously long time away except not really except it's SO#fucking long and so close to what I was gaslit into believing I would ever have that I'd be lucky to make it to my thirties for no reason#and I never wanted anything different and just wanted to live and had panic attacks when reading but I'd still believe it was inevitable#and now I am suddenly having to come to terms with so much I want from life that I had resigned myself to never having because I couldn't#but how am I meant to do that? it's just hanging over my head now and it feels so stupid and I feel so out of place everywhere#it feels like I'm too bad at being a person to be loved and too angry to even admit I want to be#and too regretful to seek it because I'm scared of trampling over people's boundaries like people have done to me#and like I did too before I grew up and thought my way through having some empathy#why do only boys show any interest in me.... why is every friend I make entirely outside the range of people who could possibly reciprocate#why is it so easy for me to brush crushes aside aren't people supposed to suffer for this stuff#does that prove it's not a romantic crush and it's just that I want to be held and wanted#it feels so wrong to want this after fighting so much just to have fulfilling platonic relationships what's wrong with me#that I still want something else what more could I want this life is so ideal as far as 12 yo me is concerned#...when did my brain start viewing any and all kinds of want or ambition as doomed efforts for me?#I have such a headache all of a sudden#I think... the way I value self preservation has gotten all the way around into being harmful maybe#at least a little#everyone I know is nowhere near the amount of control freak as I am and they just go do things they want to do#have I seen them hurt over the consequences multiple times yes. but . I'm tired of hurting over absence#''did you know wishing you had more extreme and easily verifiable trauma is in itself proof of having undergone trauma'' well yeah but like#fuck why couldn't I be traumatized by anything else that wasn't literally the profession supposed to help you with all the trauma#delete later#like for real I want to delete it rn but I also don't
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"it's easier to leave an abusive situation than it is to stop an abuser" :^( but it's not easy :^(
#repeating patterns repeating patterns repeating patterns repeating patterns#im not unsafe btw just. :^) scared :^)#tired.#starting to stop walking on eggshells kind of. in a cowardly way. like responding some of my real thoughts but at 4am#i want to scream. im not like that but i want to yell and tell her to leave me alone forever and i just want to be able to rest !#and to not be afraid. i want to move. i want to drop off the face of the earth. i want to go to bed. i want to stay awake and on guard.#idk. im tired. im so tired and i want it to stop. it's not even a big deal.#the thinly veiled insults bother me more than anything else. insult sandwich on compliment bread.#im so pretty im so stupid im so funny. im smart im too insecure im beautiful. im the most interesting person she knows im evil im talented#it's not even the worst thing it just pisses me off so much. do you think this is helpful to say? do you think this is normal?#do you think you'll get what you want insulting and belittling me as long as you tell me you think im attractive?#it's always how pretty i am. like some superficial bullshit is going to make up for an insult or make the insult disappear#and everyone else gets to leave but if i leave she'll die and it'll be all my fault and this is just like x y or z#and didnt i know she almost experienced trauma as a child but didnt? and how that effects her?#fuck. i hope she sees this tbh. how fucking insulting to see something someone's experienced and say that couldve maybe happened to me#but the person who couldve done it lives in another country and never came here.#what the fuck. what the fuck.#so it didnt happen to you? you cant lay claim to it at all? yet you think you understand me or that even if it did happen it's all the same#im going to lose my mind. im so. fucking. over it. but im a coward and i dont want her to die so ill grin and bear it.#and she'll tear out all my skin and ask if it's a little too much and ill say it's fine and she'll say im so gorgeous but i'm disgusting#but at least im kind. and ill say okay. because if i say anything else it's a threat on her fucking life.#tbh im only posting this now bc i know no one will likely read it. perpetual coward when it comes to this shit#because if i tell someone the full extent they'll ask why i didn't leave sooner. but i did!#i left and i got bombarded and overwhelmed and i was so tired of being scared of running into her everywhere#and i just. eased back in. and said it would be less this time. and it is so much more. it is so much worse.#ive lived in that fear before and i was so tired of it. it was a big reason i moved so far for college. and i cant just run away#so this seemed better. but it's so much worse. id rather hide every day of my life. keep an eye out everywhere and run away.#it wasnt so bad really. it was tedious and nauseating and i only ever explained it to one person. but it wasnt impossible.#this is much closer to impossible. this is soul crushing every day. and the things she does arent even as bad i dont think#it just doesnt stop. at least in high school i eventually got it to stop. i just had to be avoidant. this. wont stop.
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Literally just venting
#that feeling when with you it was all reasons why they cant commit#and then 10 seconds later theyre doing all that wih someone else#like if you really wanted me you could have#i think realizing that all the fliriting was just that utâs the hardest Ăąart#i really thought you did want me and care#but i guess itâs never enough no matter what i do#not even the first time#like you said you didnt want to come out and i respected that and a month later youâre having parties wih your family and new gf#you said oh but i want commitment i want marriage i want full term#and now itâs a oh she said she wanted to be open and lowkey so weâre doing that#i swear i need to get over this before it kills me#idk if itâs my ego talking but the pain is there#like the one thing i was afraid of because she had done it before#which was she always flirted with everyone 0 commitment#i finally push past that fear and go for it#and i defended her to my friends#and bam same shit happens#god im just an idiot
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I've been working on the same fic for what feels like months because I've wanted already to be out. I craved it being done since the 16th of February when the idea was presented to be by a dear friend. (We rotted so bad because of him...) ANYWAYS đđđ I'm about to cry happy tears- I finally finished it- I feel exalted tbh- (I forgot to mention it's scheduled for tomorrow at 1030 est~)
If you would like a spoiler for who it is about & what kind of an au it is- and the outfit that ran me insane- See below~
It's a mechanic au with Mr. Kim Younghoon (now originally, he was going to be in dark blue coveralls... (as I had picture him) but then I saw this photo & the performance and I've not been the same). This is Kpopnation: Warsaw, Poland: 230923 (was I only going to use 1? yeah but he: yeah)
#i'm just gonna ramble in the tags no need to read em! (my brain is mush by now)#fic update#fanfic update#kate rambles#this fic has been haunting me it's all i think about yet i've been avoiding it because it just wasn't coming together- it took me about#5 books (altho I did recieve 8)- and 1 diagram- and 2 videos- before i figured it all out- my knowledge only went so far#and it made me so mad- altho i had done similar work on cars- i've never had experiance with the engine in the fic... which led to#my brain melting- when i saw how many belts it originally came with- i was only used to one.... đ ff: my 302 engine only has 2 belts#while the boss 302 has 3 originally- (it can be rerouted as you'll see...) anyways- enough of my rambling ebhhbabha#i have lost my mind because of these men and i miss how my ult group gave me crumbs cause these boys don't rest and give me time to#breathe let alone think those mfs... I love them...#and kebbi thank you for implanting this idea in my brain- it's nearly 5k :)#(two fics about the same length... about the same man... yes i can assure you i'm totally normal about him :) )#if you wish to know what actually made me finish it: mayhaps another man may have inspired an idea and I needed this out faster :)#will it just be me reading it because it was an entirely self-indulgent fic? maybe- but mayhaps someone else is into the idea
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⥠TW: NSFW, dubcon, bathroom sex, bullying, overall just really filthy smut, virgin insert, virginity loss, somewhat dom reader, somewhat bully reader, somewhat yandere reader
⥠FEM reader
You look like one of those girls that never smiles. Like, if he were to take that empty seat next to you in the lecture hall, youâd scowl with stink eyes and then proceed to fully ignore him. Yeah, a real bitch. That's what you look likeâscary. He bets all your socials are filled with the same pictureâthe same deadpanned pouty face over and over, every single one with hundreds of likes and comments saying âWow, babe!â followed by a dozen emojis from besties and horny admirers. Selfies in the mirror, showing off skin in your tight tops and short skirtsâsimilar to the outfit youâre wearing now. Captions saying, âYou can look, but you could never touch.â Yeah, he bets youâre a real attention whore. And the worst part is that youâre not even overselling, either. Youâre gorgeousâeven with that sour look on your face, heâd pay cold, hard-earned cash in exchange for a pair of your worn panties.
Yeah, thereâs no way heâd dare sit next to you. Heâs already sweating bullets just thinking about it. Even though youâre one in a million similar girls who wouldnât give him the time of day, he's still one in a million loser incels who would do anything for it. And thatâs the cold reality.
Even if heâd like to get just a whiff of your sweet perfume, he canât. The status quo forbids it. Heâs afraid the jocks will smell fresh blood in the water the moment he does, then swarm him in a matter of seconds, circling before tearing him to shreds. Theyâd beat him to a pulp in the bathroom, smash his head in over the sinkâpiss in the toilet, then flush it down with his bloodied faceâand heâd have to walk reeking of it all the way home.
So, noâhe really canât sit next to you.Â
But no other seats are available, and the lecture is starting soonâŚÂ
Why did absolutely everyone decide to show up today?
Oh fuck it, this isnât high school. College bullies surely donât bother with petty cases like this, right? Theyâre all about their frat initiations and rivalries to have enough spare time to beat him up over improper seating. Oh, but what if youâre one of their girlfriendsâyouâll tell on him, and then heâll definitely be beaten up, maybe even killed.
No. Heâs overthinkingâlike always. No one is that mean. If you donât like him sitting there, youâll just tell him. And heâll move. No harm done. Right? Heâs not sitting in the stairwell when thereâs a perfectly good and empty seat right there, right? Is he?
Yes. Yes, he is.Â
âHey, if youâre looking for a seat, this oneâs empty,â a sweet voice calls out over his inner monologue, making him clutch the strap of his bookbag tighter with a flinch of his entire rigid bodyâhis eyes peeled as he looked around to try and find the source of the sound even though he knew where it had come from. Itâs as if the possibility of your voice sounding like anything aside from a she-demon was out of the question. But no, it is you.Â
But thereâs no way youâre talking to him, so he looks around againâthere must be someone else in need of the seat aside from him. But then, why are you looking right at him? Are you pulling some type of prank? Are you really that cruel? Youâre probably filming him or somethingâlive-streamingâthe chatâs blaring with ew, what a creep and omg, uggo alert right about now. He should just go home before the jocks, along with the rest of the internet, can get him.
âAre you okay?â you askâbut no, he must be hearing you wrongâthereâs just no way, even though youâre looking right at him. âI think itâs starting soonâyou should probably sit.â
Itâs as if his fight or flight response is broken because he does the exact opposite of eitherâas if on autopilot, sitting down in a rush against his better judgment.
The lecture starts shortly, solidifying his choice, but he canât pay attention. No, he needs to keep his guard up. Any second now, someoneâs going to do a drive-by and throw a milkshake at him or something vile of the like, and youâll have filmed it all even though he canât spot you holding a phoneâand then the entire hall would burst into laughter at his expense.
âPstââ A soft whisper comes from next to him, from between the gloss of your pretty lips. You smell like candy and fruit, and it makes his gut tightenâboth from anxiety and something more shameful. âIâm sorry to bother you, but do you have a pen I could borrow? Mineâs all outâa ink.â
You give him an awkward smile, and he very nearly runs away. But no, heâs glued to the seatâwith nervously wrecked hands shaking as he bends for his bag and unzips it, reaching for his pencil case painfully slow as if disarming some type of bomb. Redoing the same when he opens the case and rummages for a viable pen he could offer.
When he hands it to you, heâs almost sure you plan to stab him with it. But you do no such thing.
âThanks, youâre a lifesaver!â You cheer instead, beaming with a much brighter smile than before. âI owe you!â
His ears ring with your praise. Blushing beat red as he rips away from your gazeâstill unable to focus on what the professor is preachingânot when from out of the corner of his eye, he can see you sucking on his pen like a lollypopâor something else not so innocent.
Oh, heâd been so wrong.
So, so, so very wrong.
You do smile. You smile a lot, actually. You just have one of those faces that rests bitchy. But still, bubbly airhead or not, a girl like you still shouldn't be seen with a loser like him. Itâs social suicide. And still, youâre on your knees before him in a dirty little bathroom stallâthe same dirty bathroom stall he feared getting a swirlie, scraping the walls with his nails to try and thwart his assailantsâonly, now clutching the walls for a much different reason, holding on for his mortal soul as you seek to suck it out of his fat throbbing cock.
You want to repay himâyouâd saidâfor the pencil. He hadn't understood why youâd winked at him before youâd all but dragged him off and flung him inside the menâs bathroom, having his very life flash before his eyes.
You both make the sloppiest sounds as you make an utter mess on and of him, making him cry on all frontsâcock weeping with thick pearly beads of pre while his eyes well up with tears down his flushed face, all sweaty with panic and bliss.Â
The moans springing from his chest are virginal and raw and sweet music to your ears, panting for you like a puppyâyouâre sure they can hear him out in the hallway when passing by. One of his hands clasps itself on top of his mouth, holding tightly to keep it all withinâeyes shut and brows cinched. And yet, he makes no effort to shove you offâhips left jerking and jittering in response to your refined technique where you take him deeply, all the way down to the base, hallowing your cheeks, throttling him with your throat as your tongue wipes his creamy slit clean.
Itâs painfully clear heâs never experienced anything like it, but thatâs what turns you on the most. Sick as you are, you could suck him dry and savor every drop of him, knowing youâre the first ever to get a taste. But no, by now, your pussyâs so soaked you feel yourself dripping past the soggy lace of your panties, running down your soft thighs in waste.
Heâs misty-eyed when you pull off with an ever-cruel popâa sick mix of relief and sorrow warping his chest, feeling conflicted by the pulse making him think heâs on the verge of a heart attack if you continueâand another strumming his cock, making him think heâs going to keel over and die if you leave him unfinished.
Even so, heâs in a state of complete shell shock as you mount him on top of the toilet seat heâs melting against. Chest heaving, watching you as you lift your skirt up and peal your slick underwear to the side for him to lay his bleary swiveled eyes on your bared and dripping pussy.
âI love nice guys like youââ you moan, pouring the honeyed words down his throat as you ghost his parted lips with your spit-slicked ones, straddling his lap and shimmying ever closer until your tits squish against his chest. âThey make me so wet, I lose all self-control.âÂ
He gulps in your shadow, looking up at you for mercyâcock twitching painfully between your thighs as your wrap your hand around his base real snug, giving him a nice tug as you line him up with your needy heatâmaking him all but squeal beneath you.
Your other hand makes its way into his hair, braiding your fingers within the locks to hold him steadyâgently pulling his head back while leering down at him like caught prey. Playing with him just so, teasing him with your words, all in your sultry voice, making his head spin hot with a fever, âYouâll be a good boy and fuck me, wonât you? Pretty please?â
His breaths are heavy and wet, coming out shaky with his instant answer, âY-yesââ all weak in a pathetic whimper that almost has you cum too soon.
âYouâre so nice~ thank you,â you croon against his lips, kissing him sloppily with your tongue in his mouth as you shift your hips and start lowering your sopping cunt down upon his seeking length, taking him in with greedy ease, eagerly gripping his soft cockhead like a toy in a claw machine.
âFhuâfuckââ he stutters under his breath, whinging before planting his teeth into his lip to keep it at bayâfeeling like putty beneath you, sweaty and heavy and dumb, eagerly wanting all which you sought to give himâonly more flushed at your mean undertones as you play with him like food on a silver platter.
You sling your arms around his neck and push your chest harder against him, moaning all too brazenly, âOh! Fuck yesâthatâs so good,â you sing while slowly taking him in further. âA nice guy with a big bad bullyâs dick is the best!âÂ
He whines in return as his inches get eatenâeach devoured one by one until his tip kneads into the mouth of your womb.
Sighing happily, you kiss his cheek and put your lips right at his ear with another wanton whimper, âYou fill me up so so good.â Roosting on the size, thighs resting flush against his, feeling all giddy as it stretches you out oh-so-nicely. âSuch a good toy-cock for me,â keening at the way it twitches inside you, pulsing in response to your tight walls, clenching it in ways itâs never before felt.
His eyes are already rolling back into his skull once you start lolling your hipsâriding him, but keeping him deep at all timesâlifting just enough for it to pull out only a little before sinking back down, making it settle into that perfect needy little spot inside you that makes your whole body shiver in delight.
âMmh,â You suck his ear lobe, releasing it with a soft bite, before smiling down at him and his sweat-pilled expression. Cooing at him, âYouâre a virgin, arenât you?â
He canât even answer with words anymore, only giving a dumb mewl as he nods his head. But, of course, youâre already well aware.
âMmhââ your eyes gleam with delight, giving his lap a mean ride, leaving him all but breathless, before asking, âDâyou like it, virgin boy? âYou like my pussy? Like the way it milks your chubby cock for your cum?â
He nods again, even more eagerly this timeâlooking downright pathetic in every sense of the word.
âDo you want to?â you offer to his desperation, feeling as though heâs falling apart at your fingertips, needing you to hold him together. âIâll let you since youâre such a sweet guyââ you tease while clenching his cock, making it impossible to want anything else no matter the consequence. âIn exchange for a favor, of course.â
He couldnât care less what the favor wasâway beyond willing to pay any price you ask of him as he finally makes a move and grabs your hips with a strength you hadnât thought he had the balls to perform, planting you down firmly and holding you with such need as his hips jitter and stutterâresting his cheek on your shoulder in drool and tears with a lovesick groan leaving him as he fills your pussy up with his creamy spend.
His whole body shakesâspasming in cute little aftershocks as he clutches onto your body, hugging you tightly.
You respond in kind, cuddling him and kissing the top of his head. âThat was so warm and fillingâwhat a good boyâyou did so well,â you murmur ever-sweetly while petting his head, combing through his sweaty locks with your long glitter-pink nailsâkeeping your voice saccharine. âDid you enjoy yourself, hm? Your first time cumming in pussy instead of your dirty olâ sock?â
You pick his face upâcupping his sloppy jaw in both palmsâhis eyes half-mast and glazed as you nose-kiss him with a smile on your face.
âYou loved it, didnât you? Silly virgin boyâŚâ
Your cunt tingles at the sight of himâwrecked beauty, sweaty and undone. You feel his cock unswell inside you and decide to lift off and release himâletting it flop out and splat on his tummy in a puddle of slick.
âLook,â you fuss, holding his face in direction of it. âYou made such a pretty messâisnât it lovely?â
Your pussy is left glistening and puffy, still wanting and waiting for its final hurrah. Your breath turns headier and so does your voice, now with a new darkness to it as you whisper, âTime for that favor, sweet boy.âÂ
He blinks dumbly, impossibly hopeless, wrapped so tightly around your pinky itâs pitiful. Of course, you take advantageâguiding his head to level with your cunt.Â
âOpen wide, tongue out flat.â
He obeys wordlessly. And oh god it makes your gut stir viscouslyâwatching his tongue loll free between parted lips.
Your voice flares with bliss at the sight, shy of unhinged, as you giggle breathily, âThatâs rightâtaste the pretty mess you made.â
Heâs pushed face-first, trapped between your thighs with his jaw like an open cup beneath you, tonguing the mixed slick from your slit and slurping it all up without shame.
And fuckâit feels so good, you lose even more of your mind while tugging him even closerâall but pulling him off the toilet seat, making him kneel down on the floor instead. And still, he makes no effort to escape, but the oppositeâseeking to go deeper into your cunt, crying into you as he laps up every last drop of yours and his arousalâmaking your thighs quake around him, grinding down against his mouth, onto his eager tongue, having it pet your clit over and over until you also come to the same sudden stumbling halt.
âYesâyes! Oh, fuck! Iâm gonnaâitâs comingââ
And there it goes, ripping along your loins, surging from your lower belly. With both your hands tangled harshly in his hair, heâs not going anywhere, lips locked with yours as it starts pouring.
Youâre squirting on himâhot and hardâon his tongue, inside his mouth, down his throat, in his belly. Youâre squirting on him and heâs drinking it, he realizesâbut even so, he isnât able to stop. Instead, he unwinds his jaw even wider, digs his tongue deeper, and accepts every drop of the warm stream as it drenches his face and splashes down his collar and shoulders, utterly soaking his shirt, making in see-through as it clings to his chest like a second skin.
Youâve closed your eyes and thrown your head back, basking in every last little twitch of your body as you relieve yourself all over his face.
Finally, after a moment, you let go of his hair and step backâfeeling refreshed and happy with your workâseeing the poor loser sit before the toilet, all drenched and exhausted with his limp cock spent and messy, looking like a beautiful wreck.
You smile, pulling your panties back in place, and you skirt down again before unlocking the stall and opening the door, only looking back at him for a moment, tapping your nail at a few matching pink scribbles written on the wall. âHereâs my number and address if you wanna have more fun." And then you leave, just like that. "Bye-bye~â
⥠BNHA â Amajiki, Deku, Shigaraki, Shinso ⥠JJK â Yuuta, Choso, Nanami ⥠HQ â Kageyama, Kenma ⥠CSM â Denji ⥠BLLK â Isagi ⥠DS â Zenitsu ⥠WB â Sakura, Nirei
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#yandere x reader#yandere#yandere x you#yandere imagines#yandere smut#yancore#smut#yandere my hero academia#yandere boku no hero academia#boku no hero academia smut#mha smut#yandere mha#yandere bnha#my hero smut#my hero academia smut#bnha smut#yandere jujutsu kaisen#yandere jjk#jujutsu kaisen smut#jjk smut
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pt.1
shoko has never seen satoru gojo; the strongest, look quite this weak. heâs sprawled across his office desk and the smell of vodka hits her so hard her eyes water.
âwhat are you doing?â she drawls, eyes flitting around the room as she tries to make sense of the manâs pathetic state.
ây/n?â he slurs and struggles to raise his head up.
shoko sighs.
ânot quite.â
she drops her cigarette to the ground and crushes it with her heel as she walks over to him. he finally meets her eyes and she frowns. he looks⌠dead. the look reminds her of someone long ago⌠and for a brief moment sheâs terrified of the sorcerer in front of her.
âwhatâs going on gojo?â
he shakes his head and mumbles incoherently, laying back down on his desk. shoko has to force herself to not roll her eyes and she clenches her teeth together.
âyou think this is gonna help you?â
she picks up the nearly empty bottle of alcohol and smashes it on the ground.
âyouâre fucking pathetic,â she spits, âget yourself up. youâre not⌠youâre not going to turn out like him no matter what. youâre gonna man up and fix whatever has caused this.â
satoru stares in drunken shock at the smashed bottle. he sighs.
âi canât⌠i canât fix it,â he mutters, âmessed it up to bad.â
shoko sighs again.
âdid something happen with, y/n?â
he sniffles at the sound of their name coming from shokoâs mouth and gulps.
âi had to protect them,â he whispers, staring emptily at the ground, âiâm dangerous. being around me is dangerous.â
shoko doesnât know what to say, she watches him as he watches her.
â⌠youâve never been the smartest, have you, satoru?â
he scoffs and swings his arm up wildly.
âyouâre so mean to me,â he pouts, the momentum from his arm causes him to slide and stumble out of the chair and onto the floor. he groans and flops defeatedly around.
âyouâre a mess. stay right here and try not to hurt yourself please.â
â â
satoru doesnât know when he blacks out or how long heâs been asleep before he hears muffled voices outside the door. his head is pounding but he feels sober enough⌠unfortunately.
âi donât know shoko⌠after what he didâŚâ
âat the very least talk to him, it may give closure for both of you if nothing else.â
thereâs silence. then the wooden door creaks open and he winces, flinching away from the light. your blurry form comes into vision. god youâre just as beautiful as the day he left.
âsatoru,â you say.
your voice is like honey to his ear, so sweet and soothing. he lifts his head, his blue eyes shining. itâs been weeks but itâs felt like years. your hand comes done to touch his cheek and he shivers, his eyes almost rolling back at the feeling of your skin on his again.
âwhatâs going on?â
âi miss you,â he mumbles, nuzzling into your palm. you instinctively stroke your thumb along his cheek bone.
âyou cheated on me. you⌠you left me.â
he shakes his head.
âno.â
you raise an eyebrow and cup his chin, forcing him to meet your eyes.
âwhat do you mean, no?â
âi could never cheat on you.â
the way he says never almost makes you swallow hard.
âyou told me you did.â
âi⌠lied,â he admits, shame in his voice. you freeze.
âyou what?â
he groans and pulls away from you, finally sitting up fully and facing you properly. he wants you in his arms so badly.
âi lied,â he sighs, âi thought it would be better⌠I thought i was protecting us both.â
he feels the sting of your slap before he can fully process what happened.
âthatâs for fake cheating on me.â
he gapes at you, hand coming to his cheek.
âyou hit me?!â
âyou deserved it.â
â⌠youâre right.â
you sigh one last time before leaning in and kissing him. you still taste just like strawberries and mint, he thinks.
âand that is because iâm stupid enough to still love you after all this.â
#shoko may be ooc idk#allusion to geto maybe a little far fetched but I kinda like it#jjk#jjk x reader#jjk x you#jjk x y/n#gojo#gojo x reader#gojo x y/n#gojo x you#gojo angst#gojo fluff#satoru x y/n#satoru x you#satoru x reader#satoru angst#satoru fluff#jjk angst#jjk fluff#straight from the notebook! <3
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future problems â coriolanus snow x fem!wife!reader
hi everyone :) jumping on the bandwagon
this man is so fine i couldnât help myself. i hope everyone had an amazing holiday if they celebrate â i celebrate christmas, so here is my almost 10k word christmas gift to all of you xoxo love u all v much thank you for reading !!
as always, warnings: corio-lame-o is a fucking warning holy fuck, smuuuuut, arranged marriage (i think this counts?), coriolanus is a distrustful evil fuck (but heâs super hot), fem!reader, reader is married to this dickhead (i say as if i wouldnât want to be lmao), angst, sexism and misogyny is def in here, p in v penetration, m receiving oral, choking, dom!corio, asshole!corio, sub!reader, subspace kinda
informal warnings: bro what the fuck was i on this is literally 10.2k words and i refuse to edit because im super lazy anyway we die like men you've been warned
anyways⌠here is future problems:
he never wanted to get married.
he saw it as a potential problem, one that would most definitely lead to loose ends â and he hated loose ends.
despised them.
however, his innate need to maintain an image was far more important to him. he weighed the costs and benefits in his head like an algorithm â check, check, check. coriolanusâ mind left no stone unturned, especially when future problems were to be squashed before they could ever be wiped from memory. in the end⌠he decided he would marry.
and it would be you.
he never allowed himself to be naive â so he would never allow himself to marry someone he already loved. lucy gray? a childâs want for something they canât have, and something they wouldnât realize until later that it was a walking regret. no â he could never marry someone that would harm him. absolutely not. out of the question. therefore, it had to be you.
it had to be you because what harm would you cause him? you were shy, quiet, of satisfactory social standing, and uncontroversial. everything a patriarch of the snow family would want. deserved. be entitled to.
he needed someone that wouldnât be a problem â a loose end in the future. he had conquered so much â he refused to let anything else, especially as irrelevant as a significant other, stand in his way.
however⌠it did not aid him in his stone-cold lack of a love affair conquest that you were absolutely breathtaking.
at first, it was just an ego boost. he simply couldnât stop his thoughts from voicing, of course sheâs perfect. the snow legacy can only have perfect.
but then⌠oh, thenâŚ
then he saw your smile.
oh, your smile.
your fucking smile.
the first time he caught himself enjoying it â he scolded himself. he refused to see you for a week. a punishment of sorts. more so for him than for you. after, he refused to let his eyes wander on the pretty features of your face for him to witness a reaction to something someone had said or done. he didnât want to be reminded of what it was like to experience joy or peace because someone else was experiencing it â that was what almost costed him everything he had built.
no one would ever tear that down. not again, not ever.
no one.
when the day of your marriage came, it was business as usual. he refused to meet eye contact, and did not partake in more conversations with you than he had to. he could tell you felt uncomfortable â but he forced himself not to care. he drove it down, down, down like a miner drilling for more coal â hoping, one day, it would be worth it.
and it was⌠until he was sick.
it was a minor ailment â nothing major, but he was on bedrest for about a week or two. he had employed enough adequate members to his staff to feel that things would at least be taken care of until then. he also found comfort in the fact that two weeks was not long enough for something irreversible to occur. if a problem had taken placed, he would be able to rectify it once he was well and able and⌠set aside the responsible party.
however, he did not expect one problem.
and that would be you.
he knew you were asking to see him. he knew, he knew, he knew, but he refused to let you in. you were not disrespectful â you had only asked once a day, which happened to be every day in the afternoon. he had picked you specifically because you were too quiet to be annoying. however, his own perfect, pristine, and proper plan had stabbed him in the back. he had never considered that the perfect, pristine, and proper wife would be this dutiful to him, checking in once a day on his condition and to speak with him. despite his illness, he laughed at himself â leave it to him to not expect the expected: the hand-selected dutiful wife would, in fact, be dutiful.
he had to put an end to it. he couldnât keep saying no for another week. how was he expected to get better if you kept bothering him?
so he let you in. this once. just this once. he reasoned that if he let you in this once, you would be less persistent. just this once â and another problem would cease to plague his mind.
just this once, he chanted in his head. just this once.
he sat up straighter, and attempted to shape his hair so it wasnât terribly unkept. he reasoned that if you saw him appearing to be healthy, you wouldnât feel the need to come back. he thought â
but he couldnât finish the thought.
because you walked in.
smelling like fucking lilacs.
lilacs, of all things. lilacs! not roses, not anything else â lilacs. he did not hate lilacs, but he despised the actual flower. only beautiful for so long before it died and the stench was intolerable. an inconvenience. a nuisance. a guaranteed future problem.
however, when you gifted him with a small smile â you realized why small shows of beauty were so valuable in this world. no one else saw your smile â except for those closest to you. people he hand selected to be around you to prevent future problems. he realized then â he had more control and ownership over your smile than either of you thought.
he was so stunned by your smile he didnât even notice the tray of tea and cakes in your hand. you took a few steps towards him and he shifted in place.
âi brought your favorites,â you spoke softly. âi know you should rest â i just wanted to ask if there was anything i could do to make your recovery easier.â
âno, thank you,â he replied, voice raspy. âi should be well in a few days.â
you nodded and offered an uneasy smile. his eyes flickered over to how once you had set down the tray on his beside, you slowly wiped the palm of your hands down the front of your dress. your eyes were cast absentmindedly in front of you, on the wall â and he could tell something was plaguing your thoughts.
he then also realized there was a book on the tray, much to his dismay.
âsomeone had mentioned that this was your favorite author. this was published a few days ago,â you began. âi understand that you have been experiencing headaches, and may find it difficult to read⌠so i wanted to offer to read aloud for you, in case you found these walls dull.â
you smiled â it was an attempt at a joke. he smiled back, but only to be polite. âtoday i find myself wanting to sleep. i appreciate your offer.â
you smoothed your hands over your dress once more before nodding and forcing a smile. âiâll leave you to it, then.â
you did not bid him farewell â and he found himself wondering if he was annoyed or grateful. you simply exited the room, and let the door shut softly behind you.
he scrunched his eyes at the door, swallowing hard.
however, he didnât understand why.
he had wanted this. the perfect wife â knowing when to take a hint and frankly, fuck off. you had done that, perfectly well â so why was he pissed?
he then found himself glaring angrily at his favorite tea cakes. the swap of sugar for honey, another one of his favorites. his favorite author, a book he was excited to read when he was better. he knew that you hadnât asked about him â he employed people with the requirement to let him know when you were asking questions. he knew your every outward thought and concern, and sometimes even the ones that werenât shared aloud because they were so evident on your face.
and then he realized: you noticed things like he noticed things.
however, he knew why he went out of his way to notice things, but why did you?
his jaw clenched as he glared angrily at the wall in front of him. he picked up a tea cake and chewed it aggressively, swallowing it half-intact. he coughed at the barely there food, anger rising further to his flushed cheeks.
he needed to understand how, and he most certainly needed to understand why.
he never went out of his way to get to know you, because he thought he already did. he thought he had you boiled down to one thing, and one thing only: passive. incapable of proving to be any sort of roadblock that was capable of getting in his way. now that he knew you shared something with him, what else was shared? was there something he had to look out for? was there something he missed? was he wrong about you?!
he had to know. he had to.
to do that⌠he called you back that evening. it was two hours before midnight, and he knew you were awake. despite having separate chambers, he knew your daily schedule. you would be reading at this moment, and he would ask you to read for him.
as if on cue, he heard a soft rapping on the wood of the door. he beckoned you in, and you entered the room. you were clad in a night dress with a matching robe over it, all pink silk. this time, he returned your smile.
"i apologize for the late hour," he spoke. "i hope you had not retired for the night."
you shook your head, your tendrils of perfect hair shaking slightly. "i was reading. i am glad you sent for me â can i get you anything?"
"i was hoping the offer to read for me was still on the table," he rasped. "i find myself unable to sleep."
you blinked once, staring at him. in an instant, a small smile was threatening to overtake your face into a large one. you cast your eyes down to a blushing manner, but his eyes narrowed slightly on your face. what would you get out of reading for him? what we he not seeing? what did he miss?
"of course," you responded. "i have not had a chance to read anything by this author. i am glad i have the chance now."
why. why. why.
he did not show his discontent. he simply rested back against the pillows as you reached for the book on his bedside table. you sat down on a chair on his side, and you crossed your legs. he eyed the small portion of the exposed, soft skin of your legs and wondered if your new ploy would be to try and seduce him. however, you quickly covered your skin with the extra material over your robe and placed the book in your lap. once opened, you read for him.
he was not listening to what you were saying, but he was listening to how you said it. the tone, the enunciation, the pauses, and the speed. he wanted to find some clue as to why you had made it a point to be at his beck and call, and he wanted to see how long the act would last until it dropped.
the act would drop. it always did.
the hour would approach midnight before he found that he could not discern anything from how you were reading aloud. his plan did not yield the results intended, as you had not broken from fulfilling his task for two hours. two hours. you had not stopped out of boredom or exhaustion, nor to talk to him. you were poised, soft, and he hated to admit it... but sweet. he found your voice sweet, and he hated it.
and he fucking hated himself for it.
he needed this to end so he could plan further. out of necessity, he yawned. if you were to apt at picking up clues, then hopefully you would believe that he was finally tired. you had succeeded in his given task, and you were free to go.
but you had kept reading for him.
he grew angry.
when you had paused to breathe, he spoke up. "I think i am able to sleep now. thank you, sweetheart, for indulging me."
your eyeline raised with your eyebrows, almost out of surprise. you either were not expecting him to ask you to stop, or you did not want to stop. he wondered which, and if that would answer his ultimate question.
"my apologies, i should've inquired sooner," you replied. "he is a very talented writer... i found myself enjoying his perspective."
you grabbed a piece or scrap paper from his bedside table, and tucked it in between the pages where you left off.
"most people would fold the corner," he remarked, eyes drifting closed â a show.
you smiled. "i didn't want to ruin the integrity of your book. goodnight, coriolanus."
she left with another smile â and all he was left with was confusion, and rage.
the next morning, he found himself wanting to call you back in for a further rouse interview. he would have if he had a plan in place.
that was the second thing about you that annoyed him: you annoyed him to the point where he wanted to act without a plan in place. a loss of control âwhich he was highly against.
that would have to be righted immediately.
he spent the morning reading the pages that you had already read to brief himself as if he was listening last night. he reasoned with himself that the best course of action would be to ask you to read to him again to see if you had grown comfortable enough to let a few of your true colors slip.
they always slip.
the sudden task that was presented to him gave him a new bout of energy that he needed to inch closer to recovery. it gave him the push he needed to be closer to walking out of this room and continue to run panem, and he was lost grateful to you for giving it to him â almost. at the moment, you were a problem â and that needed to be corrected. immediately.
he found comfort in control, so he was very content with routines. he had grown accustomed to bracing himself for your check-in in the afternoon. however, it did not come until the approaching hours of the evening had almost descended upon the capitol. he waited, and waited, and waited â so long that he considered asking you to come for himself. the hour would approach dinnertime when you had finally asked about his well-being, and he sent for you.
how dare you ask so late in the day, as if you didn't care? he allowed you access to his life that he had denied you for so long, and you return his kindness with carelessness? this would not do. this most certainly would not do.
you had knocked on his door, and he had to stop himself from sounding to eager. he permitted you entry, and you entered with the same soft smile.
"good evening," you greeted.
"hello," he replied, voice still raspy from his sickness.
"I wanted to ask if you need anything," you announced.
he offered a small smile. "i enjoyed our time last night. perhaps you would read for me, again?"
your eyes fell to the floor in a blush. "of course. I was hoping to read more of the book eventually. i found it intriguing."
you sat down in the chair and pulled the book in your lap. as you were opening it, he spoke, "i thought when you had not checked-in in the early afternoon you found the book dull â afraid i would ask for you to read it for me again."
you shook your head as you smiled. "i like his writing very much â i was concerned as to whether i had prevented you from sleeping the night prior, and didn't want to disturb you further."
he swallowed. "why would you have disturbed me?"
your eyes glanced upwards from the pages to rest on his face. coriolanus stared back as slight concern washed over your features, making your lips part and your eyes widen. your tongue darted out from between your lips, and smoothed over the skin of your bottom lip. you responded, "before you fell ill, we hadn't spent much time together and i understand that is because of your position â but, to be frank, i wanted to respect your space.â
your answer perplexed coriolanus. he wanted to find out what type of person you were â and your answers were not yielding the expected results. there was no obvious form of manipulation in your words, which then worried him. were you smarter than he believed you to be? were you as cunning as him? more so?
so he went with what was natural: manipulation.
âi apologize my station has not granted us the freedom to get to know each other further,â he replied, holding your gaze. âit is a regret of mine.â
you smiled in an affirmative manner, like you didnât believe him but accepted his answer anyway. this expression arose the same feelings he now detested your presence for: he acted without calculating his actions and the outcome they would produce.
âwhat troubles you?â he asked.
your lips parted and slightly quivered. you were not expecting him to ask.
âi-i was worried that i may not⌠please you,â you admitted. âthat⌠you may regret our union.â
âyou have been a kind and dutiful wife,â coriolanus spoke, eyes holding yours. âthere is no regret.â
there was that affirmative smile again. he found himself hating it â wishing it would be replaced by the warm, soft one.
âi guess i was hoping that, when i was married, the marriage would be more than⌠a union.â
your candor shocked coriolanus. he would never have expected you to say something⌠so out of turn.
âplease, forgive me,â you spoke, slightly laughing and waving your hand in the air. âthe hour is almost late and i was hoping to read more. do you still wish me to?â
âplease,â he answered and nodded.
you gave him a quick, thankful smile, and began reading.
this would be the second night coriolanus had not listened to a word you had said.
he had gotten his answer, and it was possibly as bad as the one he was actually afraid for.
you were good. pure, innocent, and your outlook on the world untainted. you were not striving to find a loose screw and let the empire fall. you wanted⌠to support the man who built and kept the empire together. it was worse than anything he couldâve ever imagined â you actually cared for him.
you cared for him, and now coriolanus snow was fucking terrified.
and yet... he had asked you to return to his chambers every night after that.
for research purposes, of course. only research purposes,
to read to him, but his goal was to learn more about you rather than the text.
you would sit there and read until he asked you to stop. when he did, you would close the book, smile at him, place it back on his nightstand, and bid him goodnight.
after, he would wrestle with the blankets and pillows in order to find out how to deal with this.
how had he not expected this?
his only fault was that he neglected to realize how far your shyness would go. you had grown comfortable with him â and you admitted that you wanted something more, something he always felt he could not give. you werenât shy â you just werenât open with people you werenât comfortable with.
he shouldâve known. he shouldâve. fucking. known.
he didnât know how to deal with this, if he was being honest with himself.
he told himself that he asked for you every evening to get to know you better, for his own sanity and safety; but then he began to realize he had found out everything he needed to know.
good and honest. how fucking unfortunate.
he saw a part of you, but now he needed to know more.
so what did he do? he sent you flowers. flowers. an arrangement of red roses and lilacs.
he hated himself for the lilacs.
he got somewhere with you when he had made the first move before â maybe this would yield more promising results.
however, it didnât.
all he received in return was an extra tray of food that had arrived in the afternoon. his favorite tea cakes, and a handwritten thank-you note detailed in your appreciation for the beautiful flowers. you signed your name, and that was it.
she doesnât make first moves, he thought. she responds to them.
he knew what he had to do.
he found himself feeling better that day â well enough to end his sick leave and return to his matters. dinner was approaching, and he sent for you to join him for a private dinner this evening.
he was washed, dressed, and coiffed within the hour.
he found you in the dining parlor waiting for him, inspecting his large bookcase. you were trying to reach a book a bit above where your height would allow, extending yourself onto your toes. coriolanus walked up behind you, towering over you, and retrieved the book for you.
you glanced up at him with wide eyes. âthank you, coriolanus.â
âwhat intrigued you?â he asked, grinning softly.
âfirst one i couldnât reach. i was working my way up.â you smiled at him, and then the book. âplease â you must be hungry. let us eat.â
you sat down at the table across from him. dinner manners were rather stiff and uncomfortable, but your upbringing that was similar to coriolanusâ prevented you from straying from them. you ate in silence for a few moments before you spoke.
âhow do you like his new book?â you asked.
coriolanus cleared his throat. âi find it riveting. i wouldnât have been able to read it for some time if it hadnât been for you.â
you smiled at your plate, blushing. âhis points are very interesting. i was never very interested in politics â so the insight of someone so heavily involved with them is very informative. do you find that your opinions align with his? or does he not share your perspective?â
he appreciated your willingness to engage with him about topics you werenât very fond of. an underrated trait, not found very often â he had to admit.
âa bit of both,â he responded. âthe one thing he does not discuss is how important it is to have a certain type of person or persons in your regime that allows the flow of success to continue.â
you nodded. âyou have built a strong administration â iâm sure he would admire what you have to say.â
âwhat do you believe?â he asked. âabout partnerships?â
you swallowed, contemplating your answer. âi think⌠a successful partnership is where everyone is complimented by another. for instance, someone is better at briefing documents rather than the presentation of them, and another is the opposite.â
âwhich one are you?â coriolanus inquired.
you paused once more, folding your lip under. he realized that was a sign you were uncomfortable â unaware of how to proceed. after a moment, you answered, âi feel the most confident under a strong leader. i prefer to be behind the scenes. minute details are easier to be taken care of that way. while you and i are different, i respect you for being the strong leader panem needed. i am sure the majority would agree with me.â
now was the time.
âit is easy to be strong when oneâs wife makes sure they are well,â he replied, eyes resting on your face. âi hope you know i appreciate your willingness to accept change and make sure needs are met.â
you smiled at him once more, then turned back to your food.
damn, he thought. didnt bite.
âand for being the companion i⌠didnât think i would come to enjoy the company of,â he added.
you glanced up at him then, astonishment written in your eyes as plain as the words on the paper you read for him every night. âmay i ask you⌠a question?â
he nodded.
âdid you believe you wouldnât enjoy my company before, or after you had first met me?â
âi donât understand.â
you swallowed, clearing your throat. âwere you⌠wary of the idea of marriage, or wary of me?â
your gaze did not break from his. you were braver than he thought.
âmarriage,â he answered honestly, hoping to witness your reaction.
there was the affirmative smile â the one he hated. âthank you for â for being honest.â
your eyes didnât wait for a response. you turned back to your food, and left him dumbstruck.
âi hope i have not displeased you,â he stated.
âno, coriolanus,â you spoke. âif i am being honest⌠i was wary i would not be suitable for you. if i have not displeased you, then i am well.â
âbut you stated you wanted more,â he countered, tone even.
âi hoped we would⌠spend time together,â you answered. âand we have.â
it was coriolanusâ turn to be at a loss for words. what would this admission relay? it only solidified what he was afraid of â you wanted a marriage filled of love, and he was not prepared for that. ever.
âthe flowers were beautiful,â you spoke, interrupting his thoughts. âthank you for sending them.â
âyour lilac perfume is a wonderful addition to the capitol,â he spoke, unsure where this had come from. âi wanted you to know that.â
you weren't supposed to say that you weren't supposed to tell the truth you weren't supposed
you smiled at him appreciatively, that accompanied a slight twinkle in your eye. you were quick to return to eating, but coriolanus couldnât stop staring at your face. he realized then that was his new favorite smile.
there was a moment, a small moment, where he wondered whether it would be such a crime if he did allow himself to enjoy your company more than he had. in that moment, he couldnât think of how it would go wrong. for that moment, you were a simple, low-maintenance, beautiful woman on the other side of the table with him that just liked spending time with him â and he enjoyed that you werenât a problem. would it so bad if he entertained the idea?
he immediately cut himself off. of course it was a bad idea.
once dinner has finished, he had requested to walk you back your chambers. if time spent together was what kept you at bay, he could manage that. he most certainly could.
when the pair of you had approached the door, you stopped for a moment and paused reaching for the handle. you spoke, âwould you⌠like to come in?â
ânot tonight,â he rasped. he gave you a polite smile. âanother time.â
he watched as you blinked your eyes a few times and your lips quivered. you didnât meet his gaze, for it fell â in what appeared to be embarrassment.
oh.
you invited him in to⌠toâŚ
that he had not expected.
before you had the chance to leave, he swooped down and grabbed your chin in his thumb and forefinger. he pressed his lips to yours ever so softly, holding it there. the moment your breath caught in your throat, there was a strange feeling inside his chest that made him feel like heâd like to quell your worries by catching you off guard another time. and another. and another. and another. he couldnât have you feeling rejected, no â not when he didnât want to reject you. he needed heirs, sure â but they could wait. he would contemplate how long later.
once he pulled back, you smiled. inside you were bursting, and you wanted to hurry behind a closed door so he could not see your reaction. he continued to hold your chin and gaze at your face. feeling brave, you looked him in the eye as you bid him goodnight and went into your room.
you left him standing outside your door, facing its wood paneling.
what was he to do?
he wanted to keep you as emotionally far away as possible to avoid anything like this occurring. he was prepared for people who had an ulterior motive⌠not a young woman who only wanted to be good to her husband.
the worst part was⌠not every part of him wanted him to keep you away.
would it be so bad, if he had actually courted you?
you were not anyone from his past, no. you were not irresponsible and impulsive, and you could be trusted to remain within a designated role and space. you were rarely outspoken â you never strayed from your cue cards, nor did you get smart in private. you never spoke out of turn, which coriolanus always knew â this was just the first time he was more turned on than he was just grateful.
he reasoned a reward was in order.
he found his knuckles wrapping on the door before he could stop himself.
the small movements inside your apartments stalled for a moment, pulled taut like a string in an instrument. he could picture you â standing still and silent, waiting for an explanation.
then he heard footsteps approaching the door before the door handle turned. when you opened the door, the first thing he saw was your eyes.
those big, beautiful eyes that looked at him with surprise â and the slightest bit of hope. coriolanus would most likely try to convince himself that he stayed completely still to exercise a form of control over you â but deep down, he would never be able to believe that completely.
however⌠when you reached out with your soft, delicate hand, and pulled at his own â it didnât matter why he did it, because he won.
he shut the door behind him, keeping your gaze.
��i would be coy and ask if we could spend time together in a... different way than usualâŚâ you began, sighing. âbut up until this moment i was convinced we would neverâŚâ
coriolanus was in no mood to quell insecurities and anxieties. he understood that words could not compare to actions, and so he would do just that.
coriolanus stepped forward, and pressed his large hands against the sides of your face. for a split moment â you almost looked terrified. he usually relished in that look from others, but with you it only made him concerned â angry, even.
âi donât know what it is about you.â his voice was shaky. it was the first moment in your entire marriage that coriolanus had shown even a shred of weakness. âyou smile, you obey, you take my transgressions like theyâre fucking sweets. why?! tell me!â
your big, round eyes were blown wide as your brow was knitted together. your lips were parted in an innocent manner, and it only fueled his anger. one of your hands came up to gently lay across the back of his. âcoriolanus â have you ever considered that i just wanted to get to know you?â
his eyes searched yours like they were an important document and he couldnât believe what bullshit he was reading. his lips pursed in a manner that suggested a sour taste, and you felt your joy slipping, slipping, and slipping.
âcoriolanus â if you want to go, then go.â your voice was breaking. you knew he was a cool, hard man â but this? this? it was almost too much. âyou donât have to stay if you donât ââ
he couldnât take your nonsense anymore. he shut you up with a kiss.
he smashed your lips together like it was the first thing he shouldâve done when he walked back into the room. a squeal died in your throat at the contact, but coriolanus held you there and upright. both of your hands found the firmness of his chest for balance. when he pulled away â he barely did. he kept his lips an inch away from yours as little tuffs of air pushed past. he leaned his forehead against yours, almost bonding the two of you.
âmy greatest displeasure will be making you regret this,â he rasped, eyes screwed shut.
your breathing began to hasten as you contemplated your next words. you began to stroke coriolanusâ hands with your thumbs, hoping to coax him. âyou say that like itâs inevitable.â
âit is not far from,â he choked through anger and sadness.
you couldnât help but stare back at him as he almost glared at you â but then you realized that wasnât the case. he wasnât glaring at you â he was glaring through you. whatever traumatized him, whatever made him so distrustful of the world around him and the people in it⌠you realized then that you represented all of that to him. you had to be different. you had to show him that you were different than all of that.
âiâve trusted you,â you whispered, almost pleading. âi would like for you to try and trust me. please, coriolanus⌠iâve never asked you for anything â just this once ââ
coriolanus shook his head, dismissing you. âitâs corio.â
he slammed his lips to yours. his kiss was that of a fight; burning with every cut of anger, frustration, desperation, and sadness in his soul. you werenât sure if he accounted for your inexperience, but you let him lead as you swallowed all of his suffering. you knew you may never be everything you wanted to be for him â but for this moment, or for whatever he would allow â you could be his escape, and he could be yours.
just this once, you both thought. just this once.
his hands were on both sides of your face, caging you in as you were at the mercy of his bittersweet affection. you tried to keep up with him, almost afraid that you wouldnât be enough for him â but corio didnât care. he couldnât have cared less as he backed you into the foot of the bed. he didnât stop kissing you as the back of your legs hit your soft mattress, and you were forced to sit down.
with his tongue tangling with yours, you managed to lift your hands to the top buttons of his shirt. he batted your hands away and went to work on his own buttons. you reached behind for your zipper to your dress and attempted to undue it.
corio then pushed your hands away with that too â ripping the zipper down its track and pushing the sleeves down your shoulders.
âcorio ââ you gasped through the kiss, struggling to keep up with him.
he pulled away for a short moment, staring into your eyes. âi have denied myself being with you for so long â nothing is stopping me now.â
he held the glare, and you could only stare back at him in fright. however, that was when you realized that he had felt the same way, or at least similar â you both wanted each other, and had been scared to approach the other. your heart filled with warmth, threatening to explode, but all you could do was nod.
he seemed to calm down then, glancing down towards your lips where he prodded your bottom lip with the tip of his numb. âi have wondered for so long what it would be like to kiss my perfect wife â and now that i know, i donât think iâll ever give it up.â
you smiled at that. âcan i tell you what i have been wondering?â
his eyes met yours once more, almost a warning. you didnât falter, though. he replied, âyes?â
âiâve wondered what it would be like to please you,â you spoke softly, a pink hue rising to your cheeks.
his flat look broke then, softening. a smirk greeted his features and you could see his confidence in himself rise. âmy lovely wife wants to please me?â
âyes,â you spoke, holding your breath. âif youâll let me.â
bright and striking, flames of mischief came to light in his irises. emotions of excitement and fear rose within you, and you werenât sure which was stronger. all you could do was watch as your strong, powerful, larger than life husband stood over you, chin raised, looking down his nose at you, as he unbuckled his belt. his pants and briefs, once around his ankles, were discarded â but you didnât see that. you couldnât look away from his eyes â holding you, and your gaze, in place.
it was like you were an enemy he was testing. you didnât know what he expected, let alone what would make him happy â but you hoped his expectations were slightly lower in light of your inexperience. you swallowed the hard rock of nervousness in your throat, stood up, and gestured for him to sit down on the edge of the bed. he raised an eyebrow at you, but complied. you sat down on your knees in between his, and waited patiently for direction.
âcan youâŚâ you began. âcan you teach me?â
he smirked once more. âtake me in your hand.â
you bent your head lower, and grabbed him by the base. he was hard and warm in your hand as you saw him trying to fight the twitching feeling in his limbs. his muscles were tight, afraid to show weakness. you grew uncomfortable â you didnât want him weak, but you did want him to feel comfortable enough with you to enjoy a fucking blowjob.
holding his muscle upright, you stuck your tongue out and licked around the tip of his cock. he was salty, but smelled so masculine after a long day. his scent infiltrated all of your senses and had captured your attention. it made you hungry, greedy â so much so that you closed your lips around his cock and began to suck.
he jumped then. âteeth,â he spat.
you paled in embarrassment and fright â but didnât allow your fear to show for long. you adjusted your tongue and lips â so that your top lip was folded under your top set, and your outstretched tongue covered your bottom set. hollowing out your cheeks, you took him into your mouth once more.
a low hum filled his chest.
you couldnât see him, and could barely hear him â corio was being a selfish lover and not letting you know whether or not he was enjoying himself. he told you once before you were doing something wrong, so you tried to trust that he would tell you.
that was easier said than done, frankly. with your free hand, you reached up and began to massage his sack in the soft skin of your palm. the hum in his chest turned deeper and louder, and you felt his hips twitch once.
maybe it shouldn't have mattered that he wasn't vocal â but it wasn't like he was shy. you would not fault him for not doing something he didn't want to do, but it was like he was denying you that. if you were making him feel good, and he was fighting the volume of his moans â how fucking dare he deny you of that! there you were, constantly at his beck and call, and he couldn't even freely moan with you? you were obedient, quiet, grateful, everything he wanted â but this? this? too much. absolutely too much of an ask.
you had to do something.
"mr. president," you cooed, twisting your soft tongue around the tip of his cock. "you're awfully quiet above me."
he let out a laugh as he struggled to keep his composure. one of hands found the back of your head as his fingers struggled to tangle themselves in between your strands. they were tugging and pulling, but there was no strength in his grip. his grip â wouldn't catch. couldn't catch. corio, you husband â struggled day in and day out to keep the control in the capital and inside his castle. there was a part of you that believed he just needed to let go, let someone else be in control â but you were his pretty little wife after all. you had until death to try everything. losing control could wait, because tonight... tonight was about making corio the grateful one for once.
you let your loose grip run circles up and down the length of his cock. his shaft was wet and thick, begging the attention of the light from above so the skin was able to glisten. the tip of his cock, red and angry, almost neglected â never had you seen something so delicious, nor deserving of affection. your lips, swollen, wrapped themselves around the tip of his cock as you sucked. notes of salt and sweat mixed together on your tongue, and you hummed at the taste.
"taste sweet, mrs. snow?" you heard from above you. your eyes glanced up to find corio's eyes glazed over with pleasure. his eyelids were drooping over, and all you could think about how badly you wanted to make him close his eyes in bliss. your eyes watched his eyes, but his eyes watched the way your mouth sucked him in. "being so good for me. let your husband see what else you can do."
your ears perked in interest. you didn't know what he meant, but you were intrigued to see if he would teach you.
"please... show me what you like," you spoke, extending your neck as he lowered his face to yours.
"so eager to please..." he spoke, staring down at you in awe. his hand slid down for your scalp to cup your cheek. he looked into your eyes like he was studying you â searching for something surface level. a flaw, or something good... you weren't sure. "i suppose some would say i'm lucky."
you didn't like the sound of that... but you didn't let it show. you gave him a hint of a smile. "i don't think it matters what anyone else thinks. i think what matters is you telling me what you like... so you can decide if you're lucky or not."
he chuckled at that, but his laugh was reserved. always holding back, your husband. "you really want to be a good little wife for me... don't you?"
you fell into the strength behind the hand on your face and keened into his touch. his hand was warm against your skin. "please, corio... please let me."
he stood then, and your gaze raised with his body. you gazed up at him as he stared down at you. there his eyes went again â searching yours. he stood closer to you then, bending down slightly. "it would please me if, at any point, you told me to stop because of the pain. i don't want to hurt you." his voice was low and soft then, immediately striking you. "can i trust you to do that? hmm?"
"i'll tell you," you replied, nodding your head. "i promise."
"never break a promise you make to me," he warned.
you nodded your head once more, unsure how to proceed. he led you over to the side of the bed where he gestured for your to lie down. with the passing of time, you became more and more aware of how bare you both were in front of each other. you were ready to let down every fence of insecurity for the man before you... but there were still walls of his that threatened to come down. he was hot and cold every other moment, it seemed... and you werenât even sure where to begin.
âhusband,â you spoke, unsteadily, as he found his place between his legs. âyou seem so⌠distrustful of me. what can i do? please, corio, i just want this moment to be special for us â for you.â
there his eyes went â searching yours again. it was like he was rereading a page in a book over and over, hoping to find the hidden message in the black and white scripture. his eyes, going back and forth, appeared to be looking over unclear smudges and scribbles as his lips began to purse. you almost said something â stopped him from withdrawing into himself, but he moved before you could.
he sat back against the pillows, which faced a mirror across your bed. you rose curiously, hoping that he would finally give you some direction. he simply took your hand in his, and gestured for you to come closer. âcome,â he spoke.
in his lap, maybe? you thought curiously. you went to throw your leg over his, before he stopped you. with a furrowed brow, you watched as he adjusted you so your back laid against his chest.
âdo as i say,â he whispered against your ear, sending shivers up and down your spine.
your eyes were cast to the side, his outline in your peripheral vision. you nodded, letting your lips fall apart. you felt one of his hands on the soft skin of your thigh, grazing upwards towards your hips. you almost let your eyes fall closed, hoping to lose yourself in the sensations, before corio stopped you.
with that same hand, he reached upwards and grasped your chin between his fingers. your eyes shot open as he moved your head to now face the mirror, and the pair of you in it.
shallow breaths were pushing past your lips as you stared into the mirror. your cheeks were flushed, your hair in a slight disarray, and your lips were swollen. with a flutter of your eyelashes, your gaze flickered towards corioâs reflection. your husband was always perfect â so even the slight persuasion from tidiness was a remarkable sight to you. his eyes were focused â unable to remain cool, calm, and collected as usual.
his eyes, you thought. his eyes will always tell me.
âyou will watch,â corio spoke suddenly, voice hard. âyou will keep your eyes on my hands. you stray, and i leave. understand?â
you nodded, looking into his eyes through the mirror.
he cocked an eyebrow.
âyes,â you spoke, almost breathless. âi understand.â
corioâs hand then found its way to your center. the tips of his finger tips, soft and hot, lightly drew a line up and down your slit. your eyes wouldnât leave the mirror â focused on his fingertips. it was like your skin knew every correct button to tap, tap, tap. every part of you was so sensitive, so keen to his touch that you were embarrassed. you felt so pathetic against his chest, bent to his will â but you wouldnât have had it any other way. the voice in your head was whining and hoping you would give in, just give in, let down your guard, give in, forget manners. you wanted to keep your composure as long as possible, but when corioâs middle finger found your clitâŚ
oh⌠you were done for.
one of your hands immediately snapped up to find corioâs bicep and clutch onto whatever foundation he could give. you didnât dare let your eyes meet his, even in the mirror â what if he stopped? what, huh? what then? when you were the closest you had been ever? you couldnât allow yourself to be greedy, not when he was being oh, so selfless.
the circles he was drawing taunted your ability remain calm. he rolled your tiny clit underneath the weight of the tip of his finger and pressed down with every circle. it pushed, and pulled, and fucking pried at every fiber of your being. you could only force yourself up and back against corio, whining like a pathetic mess.
ârunning away from me, my sweet?â he whispered in your ear. âwhen iâm being so kind?â
his words bit at your ear, reminding you of your position in his world. your eyes were threatening to drift closed, hoping, praying, that corio would let you slip this once from your responsibilities. naive, you were, to believe that.
âremember our deal, wife,â he darkly cooed in your ear. âone request was all i had. i refuse to be denied it.â
âi know, i knowâŚâ you whined, rolling your hips with his hand. âit just feels so good, corio⌠iâve never⌠no oneâs everâŚâ
âi can tell you never knew how bad your body would crave it,â he spoke, nipping at your earlobe. âeven your pussy obeys me, drenching my fingers. too sweet for this world, arenât you?â
âjust wanna be sweet for you, corio,â you whined as your vision began to blur.
the approaching orgasm was anything but a warm and fuzzy feeling around you. it was hot and jagged â making your muscles jerk, yet force your hips to roll into every movement of corioâs. the cloud over your brain felt like a warm haze of the finest whisky or tobacco the capital could offer. you were numb, drunk, and unable to process the world around you unless it was corio. his touch, his taste, his scent, his look, his orders⌠everything was setting you off and keeping you in place all at once. your body was hot to the touch, feverish as it tried to fight your sophistication and just fucking â
âthatâs it, sweetheart. so focused on the mirror you canât even find the strength to let go for me,â he spat, pressing a kiss to your cheek and breathing in your scent. âride my hand like the good girl you are. you wanted to show me, remember?â
tears were brimming your eyes and blurring your vision. your teeth were gritted and bared for him. one of his hands came up to loosely grasp your throat as your hips began to spasm. it was so much, too much, so much â
âcorio, please ââ you cried. âplease let me look away. i canât â i have to cry, i canât ââ
there was no softness in his movements against your aching clit. corio had now employed two fingers to dip into your core, collect your slick, and rub it along your sensitive bud in harsh circles. it sent your mind through a suffocating tube and gasping for air. you were begging, pleading â unsure what would happen if you were denied the ability to finish in peace. you began to cry in frustration and fear, so sensitive to the touch and his approval.
âcorioâŚâ you whimpered. âplease, please let meâŚâ
âdo it,â he spat, holding your throat and kissing your face. âshow your husband how fucking messy you can be for him.â
you grasped onto him and threw yourself back.
it was like a rollercoaster. twists and turns, yanking your body every which way. corioâs body rocked with yours as the sensations climbed and fit into every single one of your limbs. your lungs, burning, were screaming for air as you tried to fight for consciousness. the world was white, milky, foggy â unable to navigate, let alone exist in. all you could feel was corioâs body moving with yours and coaxing you through the most insane moment of your entire life.
tears fell down your face, and you struggled to conceal it. corio refused to let you hide from him. he bent his face low to yours and pressed the side of his face against the side of yours.
his breaths were heavy, similar to yours.
âcorioâŚâ you whimpered, almost whining.
âi know, sweetheart,â he cooed. âso good for me, werenât you? asking so obediently and politely.â
you nodded, pressing your forehead against his. âiâm sorry that i was ââ
âwhatâre you sorry for?â he demanded.
you clenched your jaw. âi was â i am â iâm worried i was too much â i was so â out of control ââ
he shut you up with a kiss. coriolanus snow refused to allow you to continue, or else he knew he would be offended if he had let you finished.
âi wanted that,â he stated. âevery bit of that. what, you donât find it agonizing to be prim and fucking proper every day?â
you laughed uneasily, a bit spooked by his outburst of aggression. âi thought you â i thought that was what you wanted from me.â
he shook his head. âout there â itâs necessary. in here, when itâs only the two of us? donât ever hide yourself from me. you must promise.â
you swallowed as your haze began to disappear. âonly if you promise the same."
you saw his jaw pulse from the corner of your eye. âi promise.â
âi promise,â you returned.
you quickly reconnected your lips. you couldn't let the moment slip away. you needed to seize him while he was there â trusting you for the first time in your entire relationship. you found both of your hands on the side of his face and held him to you. corio fought for control, but you gave in immediately. the need for him to need you was stronger and more satisfying that anything else you could've experienced in that moment. you turned around, straddling his lap and pushing him down to the bed.
everything you were doing was improper: grabbing your husband, forcibly kissing him, sitting in his lap, pushing him down... you almost stopped. you almost gave into the insecurity and made friends with with meekness and shyness once more. however, you made a promise â and you intended to keep it.
"i want you inside me, corio," you whispered against his lips. "please, i want to feel you â"
"again, sweetheart?" he ripped himself from your lips to grunt out his teasing. "one taste, and you're addicted?"
you hummed approval against his lips, tangling your tongue with his. with one hand on the back of your head, holding your face to his, corio's other hand fished between the pair of you and grasped his leaking cock in his hand. the tip was red and swollen, aching for some stimulation or attention. he spread his precum over his tip and with a firm hand, corio slid his cock inside of you.
you arched your back away from corio. the feeling of him being fully sheathed inside of you bent your attention in every which was. both of your hands cradled the back of his head into your chest, where he found himself nestled between your breasts. his breaths were hot and heavy, moist against your skin. his swollen lips found one of your perky nipples and sucked it into his mouth, caving to his primal urges. coriolanus snow wanted every part of you for himself, and needed to place that claim on every part of your body. he wanted your thighs to shake and ache from being locked around him, your fingers to tremble from your hard grip, and he wanted your lips to be bruised from how hard he made you bite them. and, most of all, he wanted every loud moan to rip itself from your aching throat and fill the perfectly painted walls of this damned room.
he cursed you when you threw a hand over your mouth, and he immediately ripped it away. "don't you fucking dare," he spat.
you ignored him. he was your husband, and he was the scariest man you would ever meet, and yet you ignored him. most of all, your hips ignored him. they began to roll against his own the best they could for their inexperience. up, down, and grinding down was the best they could manage before corio grabbed you by the flesh of your hips and moved you to his liking. and when your mouth parted and a loud cry made your throat shake when he twisted your hips forward, he knew he found the spot.
"do not ever deny me what i am owed," he spat, fucking into that spot that wrapped a tight band around your abdomen. "i want to hear how good i am making you feel, and i will. i get to hear. those are mine. i am owed those."
again, you ignored him. what did he expect when your eyes began to roll back into your head and you began to match his pace? you were close, you were so, so close...
that was when corio grabbed you by the chin, refusing to let up his pace. his eyes were full of darkness, yet focus. like he had found his prey. you tried to focus, tried to give him the respect the deserved... but you couldn't. your mind was swimming, and your arching cunt was dripping down his length and onto the skin of his pelvis. you were lost. so fucking lost.
"yours, corio!" you whined. "all yours. only yours."
his voice was gruff against your lips as his thrust became rougher. "say it again."
your eyes began to drift closed as you leaned your head into the crook of his neck, rolling your hips against his. his cock had found its way to the most sensitive and purest part of you and ripped down every wall you had. you sobbed, "yours, corio. only yours."
corio threw you off of him and your back hit the bed. he was on top of you in an instant. he threw your legs up and pressed them against your chest. with your ankles on his shoulders, he pushed himself inside of you and began to relentlessly punish your perfect fucking pussy.
"mine, you got that?" he spat against your ear. "i have watched you, day after day, put on this fucking act! perfect and proper â but i made a proper whore out of the most desirable woman in the capital, didn't i? and now she's mine â forever warming my bed."
"forever, corio," you whined. your sobs were music to his ears, going straight to his cock. your cunt was raw from the friction and slick, unsure if corio should stop or keep going â but you didn't let him guess. "inside me, corio, please... want it to bad. been so good for you..."
his hand was around your throat and demanding your attention. "as if i'd waste a drop when every man in the capital would be able to see you round with my child. you want that wife? my seed, my child? you want to be fully claimed by me?"
"yes," you cried, tears falling down your cheeks. "give it to me, husband, please â"
corio reached down in between your hips and rubbed your clit with whatever energy he had left. his thrust were growing sloppy, but his movements against your swollen bud were worse. he was hissing in your ear as he continued the assault against you. your moans were loud as they escaped your lips and filled the room, setting corio's skin on fire. sweat dripped down from his brow and down his neck to mingle with yours as your second orgasm of the evening began to approach. it snapped the rubber band in your lower belly and you immediately sobbed into corio's neck. his hips continued to rut in you, forcing you down onto the bed as he swallowed all of your sobs for himself. your nails dug into his back and down his spine, hoping to rip parts from him that he had taken from you.
when corio came, you were in a stupor. cock drunk with your mouth hanging open, dazed. when corio came, one of his hands grabbed your messy pile of hair, wrenching at the roots. he pulled you to the side to suck on the sensitive skin of your neck as he pumped your cunt full of his cum. your walls were hot and sticky, full of him, but it only caused the most sickeningly warm feeling to spread throughout you. every primal need of yours was satisfied, and corio could see every bit of it on your face. the pride that welled within your husband... shameful. no man should be in possession of such an ego boost like making the prettiest, more desired woman in all of panem break from all bounds of social etiquette. you were warm, and wet, and craving every bit of his touch, so he couldn't deny you... not anymore. not when he felt the same. with each sob that left your mouth, he felt a kick in the pit of his stomach as his balls throbbed. never in his life had a woman ripped from him what he had taken from her, cheeks hot and muscles worn out.
he would regret it in the morning, maybe, but not now. no â not now.
"husband, forgive me, but..." you spoke. "my mind is a mess. i don't think i can read to you this evening."
corio rolled his eyes and laughed. "that good?"
you pressed a kiss to his lips as you hummed in approval. "never wait that long to bed your wife again."
he chuckled darkly. "watch it, sweetheart."
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