#me: i cant seem to be able to focus

[faithisland]

fuck man it's so fucking frustrating how I'd probably love to clean and organize if i were ablebodied (or even just didn't have my specific conditions but still the nd traits)

I just can't be moving my head around like crazy. walking while moving my arms, reaching my arms down and immediately up, lowering my head to the ground to reach something and then standing back up, having no momentary neck support at any time, those are the worst for me. I would do any task, honestly. I just feel so fucking trash every time I do these kinds of things. standing is excruciating, moving my arms while doing it literally affects my consciousness to the point where I lose track of what I'm doing (and not in the typical adhd way).

as long as I can stay stationary, particularly partially lounging, I am capable of rational, logical thought. I can think through long term consequences, remember the basic physics of the universe, generally function like I am not an alien to this dimension.

[trif333cta]

i hate the adderall because of many things but i do not want to stop taking it because of many things

[nyxnco]

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[quadrantadvisor]

I'm taking adderall for the first time in two years and my brain is freaking out but in a different way from before so.... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[adelina-shifts]

i know it's a lot to read, but this may help you shift

(not my content, credits to Quackisp on reddit)

I have the exact same problem now :/ I'm also a logical person and had the exact same way rationalising shifting. This post really resonated with what I do and how I think. I personally gaslight myself into thinking a specific method WILL give me results because of my own articulated logic behind it and I actually shifted for the first time with it. It was the sinking method and I believed that it would be best for me to use it to shift because it requires you to have a transition into your dr. If that makes sense?

I can't visualise at all and I can't pretend to feel any of the senses which really deterred me in my journey cuz I thought that not being able to do those would hold me back and I wouldn't have as many opportunities with shifting as the people who could carry these actions out. And after thinking and mulling it over alot I found that I formed a sort of reasoning behind my problem that these methods which I cant do because of my hindrances have some type of transition into the other reality. Like the double sided staircase method. If I did a non-visualization or sleep method it would mean counting and affirming then laying in wait to shift or fall asleep which I subconsciously thought I wouldn't by that time cuz I overthink alot.

Also void state wouldn't work cuz I couldn't no matter how hard I tried get into it and I couldn't lucid dream after years of trying so that means not being able to do the lucid dream method. And the adhd method had so many steps that I would focus on remembering the STEPS and which comes after which instead of where I'm going. All other methods like the Julia and raven are ruled out as well cuz again I'd just have to affirm and wait while my mind wandered.

But the sinking method seemed immensely easier and made more sense in my mind. Though now looking back on it, it could've easily been a method that requires heavy visualising and pretending to feel stuff but because the creator of the method specified that it wasn't a visualising method I tried it wholeheartedly.

The steps are:

Affirm that your dr self/dr body is directly beneath your bed. Until you believe it.

Then count from 1 to 100 or what ever number of your choice and between each number breathe in and out. While breathing out feel yourself sink into your mattress.

You could also say affirmations like "I'm sinking into my dr self." And actually try to feel yourself sink into it and do this until you feel like you've fully sunk down to your dr self.

Fall asleep upon feeling so or open your eyes if you feel like you're in your dr.

So my way of thinking was that I could make a transition into dr easily like this and that's why this method worked for me.

TLDR: gaslight yourself with facts and logic that a certain method might work for you because of "____ reason" and it will.

Also writing this reply made me realise that if I use my own tip and gaslight myself into thinking that a specific thing works for me then it will because that's essentially what I did the first time I shifted.

[kyluff]

— ↺ ‘When He Eat The Cookie He Got Good Form’

✎ luffy + zoro + sanji x reader !

✦ summary ➠ one piece men eating you out blurbs

✦ warnings ➠ nsfw, cunnilingus, swearing, almost getting caught

✦ note ➠ 3000+ LIKES ON MY CLINGY GOJO POST?!? thats actually insane, I’m so happy thank you for all the support 😨🫶

✪ Monkey D. Luffy

— You felt shaking, hands were on you and vigorously pushing and pulling you. Your eyes weren’t open yet, they couldn’t, you were just sleeping a few seconds ago and now you were being rudely awaken. Keeping your eyes closed, you called out for your boyfriend.

“What, what is it Luffy?” You sighed, shoving your face further in the blanket, trying to go back to the time when you were still sound asleep. “It’s still nighttime, go back to bed.”

He whined out, nuzzling his face in your neck. “But I’m hungry.”

Of course he is, you shook your head in annoyance. “That’s what you woke me up for? Wait and eat in the morning like the rest of us.”

Luffy licked your cheek, leaving heavy and warm breaths on it. He always was so impatient when he wanted something, especially when hunger was what he wanted. “But I cant.”

You were shocked, you really shouldn’t be though, he was obsessed with food to point where it was slightly unhealthy. You forcefully shoved his face away from you, making him fall on his side of the bed. “Well too bad, now go to sleep.”

“I can’t, not when I’m so hungry.” He huffed out, sounding defeated by his own words, at least it seemed like he was done with this stunt. But you felt bad a little bit, if he was so hungry that he couldn’t even sleep, then that’s an issue.

“If you’re really that hungry go to the kitchen.” That was the final thing you were going to say, now you were for real going to sleep.

You felt him shuffling beside you and the bed swaying from his movement. It melt like he was moving down the bed, making it to the foot of it. You ignored him, just wanting this to be over.

He disappeared under to covers for a minute, lifting your leg and placing himself between them. “Why would I go to the kitchen? My foods already right here.”

For the first time that night your eyes fluttered open, taking a moment to adjust to the environment. You reached in the dark for the light, turning it on and removing the cloth that separated the two of you, bLuffy was there, resting his cheek on your thigh. He had a lazy and goofy smile on his face like he always did, but his eyes were different. His eyes stared into your soul, hunger definitely evident in his gaze.

“Oh,” That’s all you could say, you had just been waken and had to face this. “You’re that type of hungry.”

The man between your limbs nodded eagerly, relieved that you had finally understood him. He had awoken in the middle of the night and the feeling washed over him, he couldn’t sleep after that, he needed you.

“Well, eat then.” That’s all it took for him rip off your shorts and underwear, revealing you to him. You could never deny your boyfriend, even if it was so late, not when he looked so longingly up at you.

He delve in instantly, not being able to wait any longer. His mouth was wide open against your folds, sucking and nudging them how ever he wished. Luffy didn’t focus on anywhere in particular when he ate you out, he liked to pay attention to every part of you down there, making it a messy operation, your juices spread across his face and everywhere on your thighs.

“Oh-h, so good.” This session Luffy seemed to really want it, he was licking so aggressively and tugged harshly at your lips. You weren’t complaining, the pleasure was almost unbearable.

It wasn’t till he placed a bite on your clit that you felt the beginnings of your end. He’s never done this before, but the new found trick brought you dangerously close to your climax.

“Do it again!” You pleaded, wanting to feel that same sensation from before. And he listened, using his canine to squish your bud, he lapped at the same spot to soothe it. You came undone, Luffy crawled up your body and dropped onto your chest, you noticed he had a soft grin on his face.

“You really were hungry, huh?” Your fingers started playing and twirling mindlessly with his hair.

“Mhm.” He hummed, closing his eyes from the comfort he received at the mercy of your hands. You too shut your eyes, being able to sleep again.

✪ Roronoa Zoro

— If there was one thing you knew about your boyfriend, it was how much he liked eating pussy. He’d eat it from the back, he’d eat it in sixty nine, he’d eat in the shower. He would literally do it anywhere at anytime. A position he hadn’t tried though was you sitting on his face.

So right now, he decided that you were going to sit on his face, but you were having some difficulty with that. You hovered over his awaiting mouth, using the headboard of the bed to hold yourself up.

“Sit on my face already.” He wrapped his buff arms around your thighs, attempting to pull you down on his face.

“Z-Zoro, don’t you think I’ll be to heavy?” You quivered, not letting him win the tug of war you were having.

“Don’t care,” The greened haired man loosened his grip, letting you raise slightly. “Just want to taste you.”

You bit your lip, thinking about how desperate his expression looked, you could tell he really wanted this and who were you to deny? You reluctantly lowered yourself closer to his face, making sure not to have your whole weight on him.

His lips chased yours, coming up to meet your dripping core where it was above him. He slowly made out with it, messily sucking and slurping. He quickly shook his face in your heat, spreading the juices he has created.

“Fucking come here.” His words were muffled against your skin as he forced you to fully sit down on his face. Your cheeked flushed in embarrassment, worrying if you were to much for your boyfriend to bare. You tried to get off, but the strong arms on your legs kept you in place.

“Zoro!” You whimpered, grasp tightening on the wooden frame.

He only carried on, now comfortable with the position you were in, nice and snug to his face. His tongue worked quick and tight circles on your bud, not stopping until he heard a moan rip from your vocal cords.

You glanced down on him through your droopy eyes, he was also looking up at you. His eyes always stood out to you, they were always stern and fierce, staring right through you.

He kept eye contact with you as he face moved deeper into you, his nose becoming smaller in size. Your stomach did flips in response, contracting as you felt tingling down there.

He smiled into you, he could see how much you liked sitting on his face, and to think on how you were so against it before.

His grin became bigger as he noticed how close you were, this might be the quickest he’s ever made you come.

Picking up his pace, he pushed you over the edge until you came undone onto his smushed face. “How do you like the new position now?”

✪ Vinsmoke Sanji

— You were becoming very annoyed at your boyfriends current antics, he’s been at it for what it felt like hours now. You sat on a chair in the kitchen, attempting to enjoy the beautiful meal that Sanji had prepared for you. That task was almost impossible though, due to the man that was positioned at your feet in front your chair.

“For the tenth time, Sanji, the answer is no.” You huffed out, stabbing another piece of food with your fork.

“Please, Y/n! Just one taste!” He begged, smushing his blushing face against your exposed knee. You had decided to wear a skirt today as it was very warm outside, it seemed to have an affect on the blonde man.

“I’m trying to eat, can’t you wait until I’m at least finished?” You wiggled your leg, trying to shake the man attached to your knee off of you.

His grasp became harder, slowing your movements until they stopped totally. His face moved closer, it reached the hem of your skirt where he brought his fingers to fidget with it softly. “I can’t wait, need it right now.”

Normally you wouldn’t put up such a fuss, but you were in the kitchen, anyone could walk in whenever they wanted. “Sanji, what if someone came in? Like if Luffy got hungry and ran in, what then?”

“I’ll be quick, promise.” He started laying quick kisses on your thighs, his eyes still looked at you from below waiting for your response.

You thought about it for a moment, sighing in defeat. “You promise?” He nodded eagerly, eyes filled with lust as he glanced up at you. You nodded your head in agreement, once you gave him the go ahead he immediately flipped your skirt and dived straight in, head disappearing under the flowy material.

At first he kissed you through the cloth that separated him from your bare pussy, his breath was warm when it fanned onto you. He pulled your underwear off, revealing everything to him.

For some reason unknown to you as you couldn’t see Sanji because of your bottoms he paused in his tracks, not going further.

“You said you’d be fast, get on with it and eat me out already.” You gave him time to resume his prior actions but when he refused and stayed in his place, you threw the skirt up off his head. “What are yo-”

“Just admiring my pretty girl.” Anyone would assume that he was referring to you, but you knew what he was talking about and it wasn’t your face. It was your cunt.

“Shut up.” You forced his face into your core, you couldn’t look at him any longer, just thinking about his words made a wave of heat form in your lower stomach.

Your boyfriend didn’t protest, starting to lick long strips up your slit, sucking on your bud when he reached it at the end. He repeatedly did this until he felt your juices slipping everywhere, now your hole was ready for his tongue. He slipped it inside, letting it slowly slide in to its full length.

You whimpered in response, hands flying to his yellow hair. “Keep going.”

He listened to your pleads, swirling his muscle around in circles before pulling out and searching upwards for your buzzing clit. You felt his lips wrap around it, applying suction on it, during all of this the tip of his tongue poked through his lips and flicked at your bud.

“So close, Sanji!” Your legs enclosed on his torso, trapping him. His actions became faster, suction harder and flicking harsher. It was all too much for your aching cunt, your climax was nearing.

Just as you were about to let go, you heard a voice coming from outside the door. “Sanji! I’m hungry when it food going to be ready!?”

“Have some patience Luffy, you pig!” He pulled away to yell at the pirate captain, stuffing his face back in like nothing had happened.

“Sanj-ji he’s going to walk in here!” You felt tears sting your eyes at the stressful situation that had a chance to occur, but the tears were also present in your eyes due to the fact that the feeling from before was back again.

The cook didn’t respond, eating you out the same as before the interruption. You panted, pawing at his locks as you came on Sanjis mouth.

He quickly licked it all up, placing your panties back on and flattened out your skirt to normal just in time before the energetic black haired boy came barreling through the kitchen doors.

[kyunzin]

☆𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐀𝐘?☆ - 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨

✰ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ✰ 𝐆. 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮, 𝐆. 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮, 𝐅. 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢, 𝐒. 𝐑𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧, 𝐍. 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨, 𝐊. 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨 ✰ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ✰ them overhearing you say you can take all of them at once (f!reader) ✰ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒/𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 ✰ pussy licking, fingering, hair pulling, praise, face fucking, manhandling, degrading, sloppy make out, spit kink, cum eating, blowjobs ✰ 𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐍’𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ✰did you guys know word counters are useful😀 why had i already hit the word count ages ago (i roughly count by paragraphs 10 lines= 100 words/ 10 paragraphs =1k words yk so 30 paragraphs =3k words. i hit 3 k in like the 27th paragraph) also if you see any words that look like they’re missing a ‘h’ its because that key is broken for me and i probably forgot to edit it in :D

w.c ✰ 3.4

it's almost too much for you to handle

it's probably not a good idea to make promises you might not be able to keep

it's going to be fine, you’ll find a way to get through it since after all you can take it, cant you?

geto sucks in the whine you let out when gojo's tongue doesn't move, taking the opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth, holding you down when you try to roll your hips into gojo's face. "you'll get what you want soon. 'm gonna give him a little taste so he doesn't bitch, keep your tongue flat and don't move it or else you wont get anything for the rest of the night" you can tell the last bit was directed at gojo as he responds with a hum of 'mm-hmm', the vibrations against your pussy cause your legs to twitch. geto guides your hands down towards gojo's hair and you instinctively you grip onto it.

you're near breathless, panting heavily when geto's lips part from yours, trying to chase his hips but he only breaks the kiss to quickly whisper to you "pull his hair he loves it" you follow his command, tugging firmly at his hair as instructed and the result doesn’t disappoint. gojo's moan goes straight to your core and you shudder in pleasure. "told you, he's a little pain slut" gojo lets out a whine at geto's comment and toji laughs clearly amused by the interaction yet you can only sit there aching for some more stimulation. "i thought you said it was rude to keep your guests waiting, yet here i am still waiting"

even though your words come out breathy toji smirks up at your little quip "fine. since you can't seem to wait, fuck yourself on his tongue but when i tell you to stop you do. understand?" he stands from is position on the floor, making his way to sit in a small arm chair off the side of the queen sized bed. "yes, fuck finally" you get to work immediately drag gojo’s tongue over your aching cunt, pulling his face further into your pussy while he keeps himself still for you to use. "where d’ya find this one, she's so demanding" in your periphery you can see him stroking is cock through his pants.

you ignore his words and focus on working gojo’s tongue, throwing your head back relieved that you’re finally able to gain some stimulation after being left waiting for so long. you can tell gojo’s enjoying this from the little vibrations of noises he lets out as well as his firm grip keeping your legs spread wide out next to him. geto's soft chuckle tickles the crook of your neck at the clear desperation of your movements "found her and her friend talking about all the things she would let us do to her in the middle of campus so proudly" you curl into his touch without halting the movement of your hands.

toji raises is eye brows at geto's words but you're too occupied with the feeling of gojo's wet tongue to notice. "and what exactly would she let us do to her?" toji says with a curious smirk eager to hear the answer. "why don't you tell him, i'm sure you had a lot more to say than what you told us, right?" you can hear the teasing tone in is voice, wishing that you wouldn't have to repeat yourself. a couple of seconds pass without your reply and the two of them realise that you didn't hear them, head thrown back on geto's shoulder, lost in the way gojo's tongue glides up and down your folds.

it’s hard to focus on what their saying when you’re so lost in your pleasure. gojo’s saliva oozes out his mouth, creating a hot wet mess between your legs as he practically drools all over you yet your pleasure is lost without any warning. "i asked you a question," you let out a choked sob when gojo is ripped away from you and try to chase his mouth with your hips only to be stopped by geto, opening your eyes to see gojo's spit soaked face smiling up at you mockingly while he inwardly mourns the loss of your taste on his tongue. "how will we know what to do, if you don't tell us?"

you know there's no use in trying to evade the question yet you're too frustrated to even care. "i want you to fuck my throat. want you to mess me up inside and out. i don't wanna be able to talk or walk after you're done with me," you turn to look at toji who's grin stretches from ear to ear. there's a very visible wet spot marking out where the tip if his cock lies yet his makes no moves to remove himself from his confines. you’d leave it at that but you might as well tell them the full extent of what you want "want you to fuck me up real good, whatever you want. do your worst, i can take it"

even though you may have skipped over a few minor major details you're sure that they would be able to get the gist. "atta girl, that wasn't so hard now was it. now we can finally get to the good shit" he rises from his place on the chair and makes his way over to the three of you with his yes locked with yours. toji's words paired with geto's soft "good girl" sends a thrill down your spine. geto’s calloused hands keep you grounded where you are as you start to get fidgety again “keep still, you’ll get what you want soon princess” his words still your little tremors as the promise of more eases your mind.

"toru' move i didn't get a good taste earlier" toji winks at gojo and as if on cue he follows his words without a moments fail, letting his hair loose from your hands you mourn the loss of his warmth between your legs, and you catch a glimpse of his dejected face as he stands up taking toji's previous place on the seat and you spot the raging tent in his joggers. "looks big doesn't it?" you nod your head as you continue to stare and upon noticing your gaping, gojo’s face lights up again. as if to show off gojo makes quick work of pulling out his cock, geto scoffs as his display and focuses his attention on you.

"i'm sure you'll be able to take it and if not, well i guess that's your problem isn't" you can hear his soft laughter from above you. gojo's size should be the least of your problems right now because the feeling of whatever is poking your head is breaking any hopes you had before of them being average. it’s stupid to keep that idealistic thought. your head snaps downward at the edge of the bed as toji settles himself between your legs with a predatory look in his eyes, stopping a few inches from you. “don’t worry, you’ll be able to take it with a little practice” that does little to ease your worries.

the yelp that you let out when toji lifts your calf and bites it has the other three in the room laughing at you. he keeps up his ministrations while placing each leg over his shoulders. "don't act so surprised sweet cheeks, i'm just getting into position" you can hear gojo mumble something about ‘taking his spot from him’ but pay him no mind as toji licks his way along your thigh "squeeze ya legs if you want, that way i’ll be able to tell how good i'm making you feel since you wont be able to speak" confusion must show on your face yet instead of satisfying your curiosity toji just winks at you.

toji’s calloused hands run up the length of your left leg pushing it to the side ever so gently, while he scatters ostentatious kisses along the other. his frequent kisses have your legs twitching in anticipation as he teases you, taking his sweet time, eyeing you closely until he finally presses a feather light kiss to your spit soaked clit. he pulls back and you watch as a thin wet string connects his lips, glistening with your slick, to your pussy until he licks them clean “s’ as sweet as sugar princess,” he leans down and repeats the motion this time with more emphasis “where’ve you been hiding?”

your response is a choked moan and your hands reach into his hair which he takes that as a sign to continue, sucking on you clit as if he’s expecting something to come out. he soon lets up and smiles down at your now puffy clit like a child proud of their drawing, rubbing his thumb in circles over it while your hand uselessly holds onto his thick wrist as his hand abuses your clit. “that feel good sweet cheeks?” you frantically nod your head as you bite your lips while trying to buck your hips into his touch but he suddenly stops with a harsh slap to your outer thigh which has you whining at the loss of stimulation.

“I want words cheeks and look at me when I’m talking to you” you don’t remember closing your eyes but you open them not surprised to see toji looking up at you from between your legs with a slick covered smile. a few seconds pass without your reply so he pinches your clit in warning and you quickly remember what else he wanted “fuck- yes it feels so fucking good please don’t stop” seemingly satisfied with your response he releases his hold on you and presses a kiss to your clit as if it’s an apology. “there we go. keep makin 'em pretty noises for me and I won’t have to check in so often”

a sudden movement behind you almost causes you to jolt in surprise, in one swift movement your hands are pinned above your head and your vision of toji is obscured by geto’s thighs straddling your chest, looking up to see him smiling at you. his hair frames his face as he looks down at you and he swiftly ties his hair into a bun at the back of his head. from this angle you're faced nearly directly under the swelling in his pants and you're slowly catching onto the meaning of toji's words. "don't look so surprised, this is what you said you wanted isn't it. i'm just giving you what you asked for"

geto's words remind you that even though his smile may look sweet and harmless he's just as cunning as the other two, he’s just able to hide it well. you're pulled out of your thoughts when geto starts to pull down his waistband, lowering it just underneath his balls. feeling it was one thing but seeing it right in front of you makes you worry for the state of your throat after he's done with you. at first glance you can tell that it'll be a mouthful, thick and girthy. geto’s hands gently lift you head from it’s position and your brought out of your thoughts.

"open nice and wide for me" you follow his words without question and two things happen at the same time. one, geto thrusts as much of his cock as he can down your throat causing your throat to constrict around him as you try not to choke and struggle to breathe at the same time. simultaneously toji decides at that exact moment to lick a stipe up your pussy to collect all of yours and his mess on his tongue, laying his tongue flat on your pussy only for it all to dribble back out his mouth creating an even wetter mess. “sounds like you’re having fun over there” gojo taunts.

both motions leave you spluttering around geto's cock and your legs threaten to close around toji's head despite the firm hold he has on them and you can hear gojo’s sardonic laugh in the background. tears begin to well in your eyes until geto taps your cheek to get your attention. “princess, breathe through your nose” you cant help but notice his voice comes out near strained and you hope you’re the reason for it. following his instructions you find that you can actually breath better though you still struggle a bit “isn't that much better?” you let out an appreciative hum and his response is immediate.

your just barely able to make out the small tensing of his abdomen through his shirt however you do feel the way his cock pulses down your throat as you try to maintain a steady breathing pattern. “told you you could take it” your lured into a false sense of security when geto slowly starts to pull back out of your throat only by a couple inches before he practically plunges back in, throwing your breathing off balance again however you remember his advice and try to regain composer as he waits for you. “such a good girl, taking me so well” he praises and you can feel tears begin to well in your eyes.

just when your able to control your breathing again toji agrees with him and his response is short hum into your pussy, which vibrations straight to you core. you had forgotten he was there with how consistent he’s been. as if before had only been a warm up he begins to lap hungrily at your pussy, letting his tongue edge slightly into you as if to tease you. instead of holding your legs apart like before he leaves them to clamp firmly around his head as you slowly try rock your hips into his face as much as you can but he holds you down by your hips “stop fucking moving and let me take care of you”

you hips still at his command and he presses a kiss to your pussy, causing your legs to tense from the feather like touch. “‘s like she’s eager to get her holes stuffed ” gojo snorts from the side of the room. you let out a whine of protest that gets swallowed by geto’s cock and he looks down at you with a disapproving face. “don’t lie to us sweet cheeks” toji bites into the flesh of your thigh and you feels the tears fall rolling down the side of your face from the sting of his teeth digging into your leg. you soon realise denying anything won’t get you anywhere as all motion stops around you.

“that won’t do will it,” geto stars to ease his way out of your mouth “if you’re not eager to be filled then I guess we can wait for the others to get here before we continue then” you hear gojo laugh out from the side of the room “seems like it’s gonna be at least another ten minutes before they all get her, sure you can wait that long princess?” they should know the answer to that question already but you know they won’t be satisfied until they hear it from your mouth. “let her speak” knew it. geto pulls out completely and you can feel the strain in your jaw from having it stretched for so long.

your throat feels raw and a bit too empty without geto occupying it but you push the feeling down so that you can respond before they begin to grow impatient. “please don’t make me wait,” you raise yourself onto your elbows, leaving your face mere centimeters away from geto's dripping tip and look over to gojo “I’m sure if they really wanted to be here they would make an effort to get here faster. so if they miss anything it’s their loss” toji strokes your thigh seemingly pleased with your answer “polite with an attitude, I like her. we might have to keep her” gojo lets out an agreeing hum.

“think she deserves a treat for bein such a good girl for us” before you can even begin to think about what the treat might be toji runs two fingers up your pussy, collecting all the wet mess. you can only assume that he sucks it into his mouth when you hear a pop sound after he removes his fingers from his mouth and your legs twitch again at the stimulation. only a second later does geto begin to inch his cock back into your mouth, holding the sides of your head gently “such cute noises she’s makin for us” geto agrees with a hum as he comes to a halt when he feels your throat close around him.

it’s only then do you realise that the soft mewls and whimpers that you’re hearing are coming from your mouth that’s wrapped around geto’s cock. “since I know you’re begging to be fucked, i’ll do ya a favor "your legs fall back onto the bed when toji rises from his position between your legs “toru come over here and open her up” in the corner of your eye you see gojo hop up with glee jumping almost too eagerly onto the bed, using his hand to practically shove toji out of the way. geto seems to be ignoring their interactions in favor of teasing his cock down your throat with shallow thrusts.

you can tell that he’s holding back from choking you with his cock from the concentrated look on his face as well as the fact that he’s not reaching nearly as deep as he was before. “that’s it. nice and easy” his soft spoken words soothe your nerves however it’s a futile attempt, as without warning gojo slides a nimble finger into you with little resistance and you can feel as his second knuckle breaches your entrance. the stretch of his finger has your throat sporadically closing around geto's cock which causes his concentration slips as his hips stutter, forcing his cock down your throat.

“s-shit sorry” he apologises while wiping tears that fall from you eyes as gojo slides in another finger, pushing in all the way to his knuckles. geto slowly eases his cock out of your throat allowing you to take in a few breaths of air loosening his grip on your hair. “don’t apologise to her,” your eyes dart to the side where you watch toji lazily stroking his cock until gojo curls his fingers and your eyes shoot upwards to geto who is letting out soft breaths while he massages his cock. “remember she said she could take it,” there's a sadistic undertone in his voice when he says “I’m sure she’ll be fine”

gojo repeats the motion and you let out a loud wail and your back fails to arch off the bed with geto’s weight on top of you “she’s squeezing me real tight down here, bet she likes it when you’re rough with her, isn't that right” it’s impossible to respond with how deep geto is now lodged down your throat. “you’re not gonna answer me cutie?” you knows he’s taunting you and you’re sure he’s smirking when he presses his thumb on your clit waiting for a response. your issue is resolved when geto’s pulls you off his cock and your head drops back down onto the pillow and your response is practically immediate.

“yesyesyes- fuck, it feels so good don’t stop” your eyes are a bit glossy from the few tears you shed earlier but you're still able to make out the rise in the corners of geto's lips while he looks down at your disheveled face. he adds insult to injury by rubbing the tip of his cock against your lips, letting his cockhead slightly slip but not fully teasing both himself and you in the process only making bigger mess of your face when it passes the corner of your lips and onto your cheeks. "sorry didn't mean to make such a mess, s'shame you can't clean it yourself." you know the apology’s fake but accept it anyway.

you would try to protest but gojo's relentless assault on your cunt prevents your mouth from making any coherent sounds other than what they can only presume to be his name. "want someone else to clean it up for you princess?" you know that it's futile to speak with geto's cock head laying heavy on the tip of you tongue so you lazily nod your head hoping that it's an accepted answer, in the process you also coat geto's cock with more of you saliva. yet before geto can even acknowledge your answer toji rises from his spot with pace and purpose in his steps. "i'll help ya out, move back"

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[hidden-poet]

The Officer

THE OFFICER

Summary: Coriolanus goes to District 2 for officer training, as a gap year before returning to the Capitol to study under Dr Gaul. There he finds you.

Your devotion to your little cousin, reminds him of the only love he has ever known.

warnings: Dead Dove do not eat, stalking, emotional abuse, obsession, Coryo being de lu lu, power imbalance.

Word count: 7, 386

Part 1

Part 2 coming soon

When Coriolanus found out that his sint in district 12 was nothing more than a lesson from Dr Gaul. A sick, twisted, joke. He first felt like a fool, until his unrefined rage took its place.

Dr Gaul was amused by his shock which only added to his fury. He had endured the worst few months of his life.  Fresh blood stained his hands, and it was all a game to her. 

“What?”, she asks in a mocking tone, “Did you think after all my efforts, I was going to leave you to the districts?”. 

Another fish is dropped into the pond of her new pets, that lap over each other to get it. Coriolanus was not going to be her newest addition to her collection. 

He pickles up his bag, and slings it over his shoulder as he heads back to the door. 

“And where do you think you’re going?” Dr Gaul calls after him. 

“To district 2 for officer training”, he tells her.

He was going to make his own way. He would leave the Plinth prize for Tigres and Grandma’am. The money would take care of them in his absence. 

He sighs when the door doesn’t open, turning back to Dr Gaul who remained glaring at him from her pond. He wondered if he would be subject to some mind alternating experiment. 

“Did you not hear me when I said you will be studying under me at the university?”.

What other tests did she plan to put him through? Would he be able to survive the next round? He felt weak after District 12. He still wore the lessons from it as ghastly open wounds. 

“I still have a lot to learn from the districts” Coriolanus states. 

He was free in the districts. A faceless peacekeeper had fewer obligations than a Snow. He was retreating to the districts to hide. At least for a little while, he had no focus on nothing other than mere survival. Yes sir, no sir, straight away sir. After everything he wanted to wade in the water. He was not yet ready to face the man he had shown himself to be. 

Dr Gaul looks shocked at the news. She thought he would just fall into line. Worship at her feet for her mercy, not turn it away. 

She scoffs at the boy, turning away from him and back to her pond. 

“A year, Mr Snow”, she announces., “And then your summer camp is over. I have big plans for you. Bigger than officer training. Go now, you’ve irritated me”. 

When Coriolanus tries the door again, it opens.

He makes the stop home. He didn’t get to say goodbye last time and he would hate to put them through it again. 

The news of the money reaches them before he does. It makes for a difficult conversation. One where Tigress can’t stop crying, and Grandma’am cant wrap her head around why Coriolanus was going back. 

With a kiss, he leaves them, heading back to the train station. It’s a full days journey to district 2. 

It’s early morning by the time he arrives. 

He knew district 12 was the poorest District but the change is astonishing. District 12 was bleak and dirty. 

District 2 was its own little city. People wore fashionable clothes, tried to make an effort in their appearance. District 12 wore rags that were covered in coal. 

The buildings were more soundly made and had colorful, fresh paint. Despite the early morning, people crowded the lanes with trade. Coriolnaus made his way to the compound impressed with the effort of the district. 

Another noticeable difference was the amount of Peacekeepers. There seemed to be two to every district citizen. The officers in training wore a darker blue, almost black uniform. 

One stopped him, knowing a new peacekeeper when they saw one. He walked Coriolanus to the Compound, giving him a brief layout of the district. Mungo was his name. A few years older than Coriolanus, but not much bigger. 

They were in the centre now, where people did trade stalls, and shops lined the street. Behind that was the factories where most people worked. 

The Compound was far east, and a fair walk from the train station. Given the large space, and distance of the district, Officers were taught to drive and if senior enough, given a personal vehicle to get around. Mungo was unable to pass the next level of officer training, despite being here for years. 

Officer training offered routine to Coriolanus’ day. Wake at 5:30am, eat breakfast, dress and exercise. Shower, dress and lectures. Lunch, military training, lecture, small half hour break, workshop on some sort of basic training, afternoon tea, study period, more military training before dinner, and lights out. He was able to grow his hair back in district 2, lice were less of a threat here, which gave him back some of his identity. 

It was exhausting and exactly what Coriolanus needed. When his head hit the pillow at night, he went straight to sleep, overcome with fatigue. He rose through the ranks quickly which impressed his Commander, and infuriated others. 

Unlike Commander Hoff, Commander Vongurt held himself with dignity. He was a war hero, which is why he was awarded the position in a more wealthy district.  

He had a wife who followed him from the capitol after the war. She hated living in the district but Vongurt wouldn’t leave. Here, he was king. 

Commander Vongurt took a shine to Coriolanus. It started with idle conversation, before the Commander would invite Coriolanus to play chess in his office, before eventually dinner in his home. 

A boy without parents, clutches to any similar shape. He liked the Vongurts. They acted like his parents, and he allowed them to do so. 

Mrs Vongurt was no baker, but would always go out of her way to ensure Coriolanus had some baked goods in his storage from the sweets shop. She would kiss him hello and goodbye, which at first he hated but soon grew accustomed too. 

Commander Vongurt was less obvious with his affections. A small pat on the shoulder, a little more focus in training. He would give Coriolanus fatherly advice, and nonchalantly call him son. 

Coriolanus learned from Mungo that they used to have a real son. A drunken night in a stolen peacekeeper car took him years ago, and the Vongurts seemingly never got over it. 

Coriolanus was glad. The universe had taken his parents, so why shouldn’t he take the place of someone else’s son. 

It hurt to know, he couldn’t keep them. Tigress and Grandma’am, his real family, were waiting for him back home. He would have to return to them. The Plinth money wouldn’t last forever. Besides, he had bigger plans than commanding a district. 

 It was strange how well it all clicked. Coriolanus was offered parental figures, and they were offered a lost son in exchange. 

Of course, they would never take the place of his own mother and father. Nor would he take the place of their son. They were merely clutching each other in the dark. 

Still, Coriolanus let himself indulge. He would go over whenever asked, and often found solace in the commander's office after a long day. 

This did not stop him from working hard. It was after all what first caught the commanders eyes, Coriolanus’ need to be the best. 

The other men were challenging. Coriolanus fought hard to keep his spot at the top in all things. He was the only capitol member which ruffled a few fellow officers, who thought they had worked harder to be in his spot. 

Coriolanus noticed you in district 2. You were the Commanders housemaid, you were hard not to notice. 

You were awfully polite as you served tea in the parlor of an evening. 

You were the only servant Mrs Vongurt spoke kindly to. 

Coriolanus in no way, looked out for you, it was perhaps because you were the only district he knew that his eye always caught you. 

If you weren’t in the Vongurts manor working, you were with a little girl. No more than 6. 

He liked you for a district. You were always kind. Something about you softened Coriolanus. He figured it was an offset of the Vongurts' own affection for you. He paid no more mind to it. Officer training was all he wanted to focus on. 

Coriolanus stood in the middle of town square, lost and irritated. 

He had to be at the justice hall in the next ten minutes. By his map, he was already there, but saw no grand building that could be it. 

He stares at the map in a huff, trying to figure out where he went wrong, but he couldn’t. It should be here. 

A shadow approaches him which only works to irritate him more. He was not going to accept help from a district. 

“Officer Snow?”, he recognized your voice, halting his plans to tell the stranger to get lost. You were no stranger. 

“You look lost. Are you alright?”, you kindly ask him. 

Over your arm, you carried a basket of groceries. Too fresh and expensive to be for yourself. 

“I am”, he admits to you only. He shows you the map, and you peer at it. 

“I am meant to be at the Justice hall in the next ten minutes  for an assignment”, he explains. 

“They’ve given you an old map”, you say, looking up to him, “The Justice hall hasn’t been here for years”. 

Coriolanus huffs out in annoyance. His eyes squeezed shut. One failed assignment was not the end of the world. He doubted Commander Vongurt would even count it. It was more the others had gotten one up on him. 

“It’s-” you begin but one look at him had you feeling as if his misdirection was your fault. 

“I’ll take you”, you offer. 

With a kind smile, you lead the way. 

“Thank you”, he sincerely says, following you. 

“It’s no problem”, you say, but your eyes floated around the market. Coriolanus tried to stay back, to save your reputation. 

A clear path with fewer people allowed Coriolanus to shuffle closer to talking distance. 

“I am surprised you recognized me”, he comments. 

“You are the only officer who has ever been around the Manor for tea”. 

“The Vongurts have been very kind to me”, he dismisses. 

“Me too”, you agree. 

Coriolanus wanted to keep talking. His irritation just moments ago vanished amongst your presence. 

“Don’t I normally see you with a little girl? What’s your daughter's name?”, he quizzes. 

“Yes, sir. She’s my cousin”, you correct, “Lorretta. I’ve had her for a couple of years since her parents died”. 

“How did they die?”. 

You looked surprised he asked, but answered anyway. 

“Her father drowned, and her mother caught some sort of disease that slowly killed her”.

“You seem a bit young to shoulder that responsibility”. He felt sorry for you. A young girl by herself. He never saw any man with you. 

You shrug it off. “Just me and her left now. Who else but me?”.

You turn down a row of buildings and suddenly the rocky ground becomes concrete under your feet. The Justice building must be close. 

“I am sorry. I take it your parents have passed”, he wondered why he cared, but he did. He wanted to know your family dynamic. 

“Yes, Sir”, you say quietly, “They were rebels. I was very lucky Commander Vongurt gave me a chance”.

Is that why you were so meek now? You were shown at a young age what happens when you step out of line.

It also explains why the Vongurts treated you better than the other servants. He knew you had been with them a long time, but you must have been a child. 

“I am sorry”, he says, seeing he has now upset you, “I didn’t mean to pry”. 

You shrug again and brush it off. He was an officer, any question he asked would be met with an answer. 

“My cousin raised me too”, he admits. His honesty took him off guard. It was none of your business. 

But you were a favorite of Vongurt, so why couldn’t you be a favourite for him too?

“I would have died without her. She’s my favourite person in the whole world. I worry about her all the time back in the Capitol without me”. 

The words made him feel lighter as he admitted his guilt. 

“Well take it from me, as big cousins, we only care that you are safe and happy. Everything else doesn’t matter. I hope Lorretta leaves me behind one day, for better things. You shouldn’t worry, thats our job”. 

The words eased him to hear. You were so sweet. So comforting. Lorretta was in good hands. 

“Well” you say, “There she is”.

Coriolanus looks in front of him to see the wide gate that protected the large stone building. A panem flag flew on a flagpole, and the justice symbol was carved over the front entrance. 

Coriolanus sighed, half glad he was no longer lost and half sad that he had lost your attention with no promise of it ever returning. 

“Thank you”, he praises. 

His relief turned into a pestering feeling that you were to return to town by yourself. He pushes it down, surprised that such a feeling was rearing its head. It was only talk of cousins, he assured himself, his mind was on Tigress, and the protective feelings that she arose within him. 

“Of course, Sir. Good luck with your assignment”.

You offer one more kind smile before your part ways. You turn back to town and Coriolanus makes his way inside. 

He tries his best to push you out of his mind, but as his head hit the pillow that night, sleep took the long route to find him while he thought of you. 

Coriolanus made more of an effort to visit the manor whenever he could. 

You showed him no more familiarity than before, but he felt more connected to you then anyone else before. He came to district 2 to rest his mind, but now you played on it, disrupting his peaceful routine. 

To his dismay, an invite to a ghastly party held for Vongurts wife’s friends, did not reward him with sight of you. He sat with Commander Vongurt in misery while Mrs Vongurt hosted her classless friends. 

After hours of enduring Commander Vongurt managed to sneak Coriolanus away with him to the study. Coriolanus tried to not come across as obvious. 

He waited until Commander Vongurt was solely focused on his next move in chess, before he asked where you were. 

You were not one of the live-in staff. You hadn’t been for years. Not since you took custody of your cousin. You lived in a house over in one of the communities. Vongurt did not know which one. 

Coriolanus let him win the game, in gratitude for the information that he didn’t know he desperately wanted. 

He made his exit after that. No point in staying if there wasn’t even a chance he would see you. 

Coriolanus hid his jacket, despite the cold, in the parlor so he would have an excuse to collect it tomorrow. When he knew you would be there.  

That night in the bunk was the same as those before it; sleep invaded him. He went over how he would approach the situation tomorrow. 

He left the compound during his study period. When he arrived at the Manor he was delighted to hear Mrs Vongurt had gone to the doctor for a cure for her hangover. 

Coriolanus made his way inside without an invitation from the staff who opened the door. There was a mess when he left last night but now everything was back in order. He could almost see his face from the way the floor shined. 

No one bothered him while he collected his jacket. You again were nowhere to be found. 

He wandered the halls, peeking in rooms trying to find you. When he eventually did, you were in the kitchen, cutting out pictures from capitol magazines and gluing them onto cardboard. 

He knocks on the door which startles you. 

“Officer Snow”, you greet as he enters. 

He eyes your craft on the table. You had cut out the clothes from the book, making your own outfits from them. 

“It’s my break”, you defend, “Mrs Vongurt throws the magazines out after she’s done with them so she doesn’t mind me using them”. 

You flinch slightly as he draws closer to you, picking up the last one you were working on. He wonders what he did to cause such a reaction. 

“You’re not in trouble”, he says. Certainly not by him. 

Your current project was a black evening gown which had two long strips on either side and large white bows on the hips. You paired it with black heals and the head of a model with long, curled hair. 

He places it back down in favour of another less dressy. A red sundress, paired with flats, and advertisement of diamond necklace and ruby earrings. 

He shows it to you. 

You were bashful, embarrassed that he had caught you playing pretend. 

“What I would wear to a picnic”, you explain. 

“Complete with diamonds”, he teases. 

Your shoulders rise in embarrassment as you quickly collect your craft, packing it away into a woven bag.

“Would you like a cup of tea, Officer?”, you deflect. 

He hands you back your card, knowing you wanted it. You reach for it, but he pulls it back at the last second. 

“I think you would look very beautiful in this outfit. I am sorry if you thought I was making fun of you”, he says before finally handing the card back. 

You throw it in with the rest, and turn to busy yourself with the pot. 

“I’ll make you a pot”, you ignore him completely, “I can deliver it to the sitting room if you want to wait there”. 

He instead takes a seat on the stool under the large wooden table that you used to do craft on. 

“Is it because I am a man or a peacekeeper that makes you so uncomfortable in my presence?”, he questions. 

He loved that you hated getting into trouble. You were such a good girl. 

“Forgive me. I meant no offence, sir. I just thought you might be more accustomed to a nicer atmosphere. I was not giving you direction”. 

“You have no idea the slums I have been in the last few months”- Years- “A servants kitchen holds no horror for me”. 

“Of course  not, sir”, you breathe. 

The pot was hot enough now, so you pour it over the tea leaves, allowing time for it to soak and infuse. 

“You don’t have to call me sir, or officer Snow”, he mentions. 

You pour the tea into fine china, and mix it to his liking as you answer. 

‘‘Disrespect of an officer is twenty lashes”, you announce.

Coriolanus picks up the cup, blowing on the hot tea. 

You pick up your basket before he could answer, already taking steps away from him. 

“My breaks over, Officer Snow. If you need anything, ring the bell and someone will come”, you tell him. 

Someone. Not you. He thinks to himself. 

“Thank you”, he accepts. 

Coriolanus doesn’t finish his tea after you are gone. 

His study period was almost over. There was no more time to be wasted with you. 

He learnt you did mending work on the side like Tigress did, which offered him a new approach. 

He didn’t know why he sought your presence, or why you wouldn’t leave his mind after everything he had been through after district 12. 

It was perhaps because you were kind and reminded him of his loving cousin who he missed dearly. Either way he didn’t fight himself to ignore it. It was a little joy in a sea of misery. 

Finding ways into your life offered him something to look forward to after long days of officer training. 

He strayed from his patrolling path one day to follow you and your cousin home. Going back the next day while you were at work and your cousin was at school to have a look inside. 

You kept a neat home. It was only small, but all you needed. 

As soon as he entered the kitchen table was only a few feet away, the kitchen was directly left and had nothing to separate it from the rest of the space. Past the table were two doors. One was a playroom for Lorretta, the other the bedroom with only one queen bed for the two of you. 

Despite your evident love for fashion, you had very few clothes, Lorretta having more. You had a few pieces of jewelry, and a small amount of makeup. 

The room was quite bare and with nothing else to see he goes back to the living room. An old brown sofa sat facing the wall with a small coffee table in front of it.  The bathroom was directly across the room. 

He walked around, observing the living space.  Dishes were drying on the rack, the fridge and cupboards had food, all clothes were in the washing basket in the bathroom and your toothbrush sat next to a smaller one in the cup.

It felt homey. He was glad you were not living in slums. Although, it was hardly anything to boast about. 

He locks up after himself, retreating back to his duties. 

He decides he must get Lorretta to like him. You would soon follow, he was sure. 

He tears a few buttons off his uniform for an excuse to approach your house. 

Lorretta sat on the bottom step drawing pictures in the dirt with a stick. 

She was a cute child with blonde hair, and dark green eyes. Her face was round and chubby, and her teeth were little and gapped. 

“Hello”, he greets when he draws her attention. 

She stares at him blankly. It must have been confusing for the little girl to see a peacekeeper at her door. 

“I am Coriolanus Snow”, he continues, reaching into his pocket for the pouch of sweets.

“You’re Loretta, aren't you? I have something for you”.

Her eyes perk up at the sight of the bag. The stick she is holding is dropped to the ground in exchange for the bag.

“For me?”she asks, surprised. 

You yank the door open, not seconds later and race down the steps, between them. 

“Lorretta, get back inside the house”, you demand. 

“Here”, Coriolanus whispers, giving the bag over. 

The little girl snatches it up and runs back inside before you can grab it. 

“They’re just sweets”, he tells you before you panic too much. 

“Can I help you with something, officer?”. 

He can tell by your tone of voice, you were not pleased to see him. 

“Yes, you can”, he lifts his shirt to show you the missing buttons, “the uniform lady will kill me if I take back another ruined uniform. I was wondering if you could help me? I can pay”. 

His approach softened you enough to rid the scowl off your face and come close enough to take the shirt from him. 

“Yes, i can”, you say checking the damage, “I’ll have it fixed by tomorrow. You can pick it up from the Manor, next time you are there, sir. We’ll count the sweets as payment”.

You were trying to distance yourself from him, but it wasn’t going to be that easy. 

“No, not the Manor”, he refutes, “I can’t make any mistakes in front of Vongurt with the next round of officer assessments coming up. I’ll come back after training tomorrow”.

You looked uneasy but it wasn’t a suggestion. 

“Okay”, you agree, “But please don’t let anybody know I did this for you. I don’t want any more peacekeepers at my door. They are not all as nice as you”. 

Coriolanus' heart leaped. You liked him. You were just scared of the uniform. 

“Of course”, he promises. He wouldn’t let anyone else knock at your door anyway.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then, officer Snow”, you remarked, making your way back up the steps. 

“See you then”, he smiles.

The day dragged as he waited to return to you. 

When it was finally time, he walked so fast that he began to sweat. It delayed him when he finally reached your house because he hated not looking presentable to you. 

Loretta was not outside, and he was sure that was by design of you. You were protective over her, like Tigress is over him. 

You must have been watching from the window as when he reached the first step, you shot out through the door. 

“Officer Snow”, you greeted. 

You push him back off the step by coming down them yourself. The shirt is handed to him all too soon. 

“Good as new”, you tell him. 

“How much do I owe you?”, he uttered, reaching into his pocket for some coins. 

“I had to pry Lorretta hands off the bag before she gave herself a tummy ache. Payment is satisfied”.

“I insist”, he says. He gives you whatever is in his hand but you don’t accept it. 

“Goodnight, officer Snow”, you stated. 

“Hey wait”, he calls out after you. All day he has longed for this moment. It couldn’t be over just like that. 

You turn back but don’t say anything. 

“Is something the matter?”.

“Of course not, sir”, you asked confused. 

“I’ve been greeted friendlier by enemies”, he complains. 

“I meant no offence, Sir. I have dinner on the stove”. 

He nods, perplexed. What was he going to say? Don’t have dinner. Let it burn. 

“Goodnight then”, he permits, walking hastily back to the compound. 

The shirt is balled in his fist. 

He avoids you for the next few days. Throwing himself back into his peacekeeper duties. He took more patrols at night to keep his mind occupied. When he wasn’t focused, his mind drifted to you.

He doesn’t know why your rejection hurt him so much. It was too soon after Lucy-Gray, to be thinking of you any sort of way. 

But he yearned for you to be kind to him. He wanted to snatch your kindness from you, solely for himself. It would only lead to heartbreak. You would betray him somehow. All humans were selfish, self-preserving animals. He wished he could believe it when it came to you. 

You gave up your life to raise your cousin, like Tigress did for him. He never thought he could find someone to match Tigress’ goodness. But if it was true, if you were one of the last good people in the world, should he not protect that before it is stamped out?

He decides he needs to test you. If you fail, he can go back to a peaceful life, but if you succeed and his intuition was right, he would take you as a reward. 

He thought for hours of an appropriate test, but came up with nothing. It was by chance he agreed to accompany Mungo to the jewelry shop to collect the profit and send it back to the capitol bank. 

He never expected to see you there. It was just after school had been let out of the day, and you were left finishing up some work after picking Loretta up from school. 

You were showing the shopkeeper your slip from Mrs Vongurt that gave your permission to pick up her cleaned jewelry. The old man was tight with security. He scrutinized the slip, ensuring it was valid. 

He paid off duty Peacekeepers to stand guard, ready to take down any one who failed to walk through his alarm system. 

Apart from you and Loretta, there was only one more couple in the shop. Yet six peacekeepers guarded it. 

Mungo went to the back with the shop assistant and Coriolanus found his way over to a bored looking Lorretta. 

“Hello”, he greets the small child, “how was school day?”.

He kept his voice low so he didn’t draw attention from you. You were sure to demand the small child away from him, and Loretta was  his in. 

“Good”, she answers quickly, “Do you have any lollies?”

Coriolanus shakes his head, looking at a high display of different coloured sapphire birds. 

“Not today, sorry”, he answers. 

Coriolanus picks up a small, green, sapphire bird, and looks around to make sure no one saw him take it. 

With ill intent, he bends down to Lorretta, patting her shoulder to distract her from the weight of the bird going into her jumper pocket. 

The shopkeeper had accepted your slip and given you the jewelry. The sight of Coriolanus talking with your cousin, had you racing over. 

“I have some shirts to be mended, I’ll bring around some sour drops if your cousin tells me you have been well behaved”, Coriolanus spoke to the little girl. 

“I am always good”, she retorts with hopeful eyes, “If i am really good can I have a giant lollipop?”

“Lorrie!”, you scold with a laugh. You take the child into your arms lovingly pressing her against you, “I am sorry, officer Snow. She is only joking”.

Coriolanus remains knelt on the ground. He suddenly felt shy under your attention, and couldn’t meet your eye so he remained looking at the little girl. 

“If you are really good, and eat all of your dinner, and do all of your chores, I’ll bring you a giant lollipop”, he promises to loretta. 

She does a little jump off the ground, staring up at you begging you to allow this trade to happen. 

“ I might drag my feet if it means this one goes to bed on time”, you tickle your cousines neck which elicits a gleeful squeal.

Coriolanus rises from the floor, now having the courage to look at you. 

“There’s no rush”, he tells you.

You smile at him, which causes a stronger response then he would have liked. A small smile and he felt his heart leap. He would give anything to see a proper smile from you. 

“We should get going. Goodbye, officer”, you bid. 

“Goodbye”, he breathes, watching you go. 

The alarms blar as soon as you walk through the doors. It panics you greatly, freezing you in spot with a horrified expression. 

Coriolanus watches as Peacekeepers descend upon you, shoving you hardly against the wall. 

He hated to see it but if you could pass this test, he would assure nothing like this would happen again. 

But for now a peacekeeper ran his hands along your body and another one went through your bag. 

A shout is given when the bird is retrieved from your cousins pocket. Her wrist quickly caught in a tight hold. 

It was unfortunate that Henry rose to action. He was known for being overbearing and cruel. 

“Wait”, you demand as the bird is thrown to the safety of a peacekeeper and your cousin is dragged outside. 

Coriolanus quickly rushes outside after you in sheer joy that you were standing up for Lorrie. 

Henry had entered the street with the little girl in his grasp. He stood looking angrily at you as you took your crying cousin into your arms and refused to let him walk on with her.

“She didn’t take it!”” you demand, “It was an accident”.

“Stealing is 10 lashes. Interfering with Peacekeeper work is three days in the goal”, he threatened. 

Still you did not release her, keeping your body protectively over her. 

“She didn’t steal”, you reiterate, “Officer, please, it was an accident. It won’t happen again”.

Henry grows frustrated, yanking the girl from under you with a painful tug. 

“Wait, stop, it was me”, you scream, “i put it in her pocket”. 

You were the same as him. You protect those you love, baring the cost of doing so. 

He was never going to let you go to the whipping post, but revelled in the knowledge that you would go for your cousin. 

Lorretta is dropped at your false confession and you are grabbed instead. 

“Thieving, little, bitch. ”, he called you, raising a hand and bringing it down with enough force to knock you off balance. 

His tight hold on your wrist kept you upright as he continued to hurl abuse, “Using a little girl to do your dirty work”.

Coriolanus rushes to you, watching as Henry lifts his boot and plants it into your side.

“Hey!” Coriolanus yells at him, “stop!”. 

Coriolanus grabs you just below where Henry had caught you in a vicious grip.

Lorretta wailed off to the side, watching helplessly as adults fight. People in the street stop to watch a woman get beat but none come to help her. Further proof that only you were worthy. 

“Mind your business, Snow”, Henry demands, trying to tug your wrist away. 

 “Let her go”, Coriolanus objected. 

This greatly upset Henry, who took a step closer to Coriolanus and tightened his grip on your wrist. 

“Who are you to tell me to do anything? I’ve been here three years longer than you. I outrank you. What, because you’re the Commanders lapdog you think there'll be no consequences for stepping out of line”, he spat. 

“I think who are you going to report me to?” Coriolanus provoked. 

“There’s other authority figures than just Commander Vongurt. Maybe i take your subordinance to the committee of justice”, Henry threatened. 

Coriolanus was not worried. He did not intend to remain an officer, so his record mattered little to him, on the off chance Henry got his justice. 

“And you’ll tell them what? That a little girl who can’t even reach the top of the counter stole something in a room full of Peacekeepers? Or a woman who was watched from the second she walked through the door managed to take something without anyone noticing? Who’s to say you didn’t do it? You didn’t score too well on your last officer assessment. Maybe you decide a robbery is just what you needed to claw back some points at the expense of the peace of the district. Maybe the committee of justice would like to hear that”. 

Henry calculates his next move. He knew that he would never beat coriolanus in court. He knew too many fancy words, and could string them together in the most charming and convincing way. 

“Take your bitch then”, Henry growled, throwing your wrist out of his hold. 

With the scene now done, the crowd disperses and the rest of the peacekeepers follow Henry back inside.

You tear yourself from Coriolanus’ grasp as he bends to comfort you. You are out of his reach before he realizes. Back over to your cousin, holding her in your protective embrace. 

From the way you held her to one side, coriolanus could tell Henry did harm to your other side when he kicked you. He perhaps shouldn’t have allowed the test to go on for so long. 

Lorreta’s cries are loud, yet you make no attempt to shush her. Your eye was red from Henry’s punch, but no tears shed. You were staying strong for your cousin, but it didn’t matter, Coriolanus could see the shake of your hands. 

He approaches you slowly. Your look told him that you were expecting him to go with the other peacekeepers. 

“Y/n”, he addressed, “I’ll take her”. 

He opens his arms to take the weight from you but you shake your head ‘no’ at him. 

“I have to”, you begin talking in a quick, shaky voice, “Mrs Vongurts jewelry”.

Your eyes flick to the door in a terrified gaze. To go back in after that would be brutal. 

“I’ll get it”, he offers, “I’ll take it to the estate. You go home”.

This you nod too. You don’t thank him, just turn and walk about as fast as you can with the weight of your cousin and the pain of your body. 

Coriolanus does as he promises,after he makes the journey back with Mungo and the money. He would be glad when he passed high enough to get a vehicle. It was all too slow for him when he was so eager to get back to you. He explains to the Vongurts the situation. Henry was sure to face the consequences tomorrow and Coriolanus would make sure he pays every day after that.

It was the first time he rejected their offer to stay. He needed to see you. Now he knew you were the one, he was eager to fulfill his duties as your man.  

By the time he reached your door, it was dark and cold. 

He knocks three times before you answer. 

“Officer Snow? What are you doing here?” you asked, shocked to see him. 

“I came to check on you. Can I come in?”, his foot wedging itself through the door gave you your answer, so you stepped back and let him in. 

“I never said thank you”, you state.

He surpasses you in your own home, leaving you by the door. 

“I don’t want a thank you”, he returns. 

He moves back over from the kitchen table to stand in front of you. Your eye has blackened around the soft flesh of your face, he reaches out to gently trace it with his thumb. 

“That looks like it hurts”, he comments. 

His actions freeze you, you don’t move or speak so he continues. 

“Where’s your cousin?”, he asks, walking to the fridge and pulling out the frozen peas. 

“She’s asleep”, you say a bit unsteady. 

“Good”. He sits at the table and gestures for you to sit in the chair next to him. 

You do, not knowing what else could be done. You take the frozen peas from him when he presses them against your eye. 

Coriolanus makes himself comfortable after his task is taken from him. He spreads his legs wide and smooths his hands on his thigh, slumping back into his seat. 

“Is she okay?”, he asks. 

“A little shaken up, but he didn’t hurt her. Thank god”, you answer.

“It won’t happen again”, he promises, “I’ll make sure you and your cousin are safe from now on”

You look at him unsure, but don’t call him on it. 

“You can’t control everything”, you remark. 

“Yes, I can,” he retorts. One day he would control everything. 

“Is there anything I can do?”, he offers. 

You nod your head no with a sly smile. 

“No, we’re fine”. You throw the bag of frozen peas to the table, using your hand to rest your face.

You go quiet again which drives Coriolanus insane. He wished he knew what you were thinking, what you wanted. 

 He knew what he wanted. He wanted to feel your lips against his. 

So he reaches out to the bottom of your chair, his fingers grip the wood and he slides you along the floor over to him. 

You look at him like a deer seeing a hunter. Big, wide eyes, and skittish demeanor. 

You turn your head away from him as if that would deter him. 

His fingers on your jaw, turn your head back so his lips could meet yours greedily. 

You don’t move, make no sound. Coriolanus gets his fill without resistance. 

Even when he pulls back, his fingers remain locked around your jaw, keeping you facing towards him, but your eyes are cast to the table. 

“Y/n”, he calls to you, trying to regain your attention. You don’t give it to him, zoning out. 

“Y/n”, he calls again in a strong tone. This time your eyes flick to him, but your body remains a statute. 

“Nothing like this will ever happen again”, he promises, “You deserve so much more than this”. 

His eyes leave yours as he darts around the room, looking at the bare house. You deserve so much more than a district life. Should you not be rewarded for your kindness, for your loyalty to family?

Tigress deserved to be. 

He feels your hands, clutching his hand on your jaw, so he exchanges his hold to wrap around your small hand, intertwining them and bringing the down to your lap

His attention went back to you who still looked frozen in shock. 

“Whatever you need from now on, I’ll take care of it. Of both of you”, he vows, looking quickly to the room your cousin slept in. 

“Please leave” you whisper, once more your eyes fall from their target. 

“You’re kicking me out?”, he questions, astonished. 

“No, sir, I am just tired”, you lie. 

Your eyes glaze with tears which you refuse to show him. 

Coriolanus reaches out, taking your chin between his thumb and forefinger gently, before releasing it all together and rising from his seat. 

“Alright, you sleep”, he relents. 

His hand touches your shoulder as he walks past. You could breathe once more when you heard him open the door, and lock it behind him. 

He knew the first thing you would do is go to the Commander. 

He made a point to get to the man before you did. 

Coriolanus skipped his lecture to head to his office, so coriolanus would be the first person he saw when he arrived for work. 

The faux son of the commander needed no appointment. Still Commander Vongurt seemed surprised to see Coriolanus waiting in his office so early. 

“Coriolanus, son”, the commander questioned, “has something happened?”.

Coriolanus rose from the guest chair as the Commander neared his desk, throwing himself into his great chair and waiting for a response. 

“I have some news”, Coriolanus announced taking his seat. 

“You’re leaving”, the commander guessed in a disappointed tone. 

“No. No, not yet”. The worried look on the commander’s face disappeared but the curiosity remained.  

“But when I do”, Coriolanus continued, “I’ll be taking Y/n with me”.  

Commander Vongurt was stunned at the news. He said nothing in return, as the emotions passed through his head. 

Coriolanus knew the Commander had a soft spot for you. It was the only reason you could work the hours around caring for your cousin. 

“Wouldn’t you rather it was me, than some district?”Coriolanus justified. 

Vongurt still didnt respond. Coriolanus could see the emotions as they passed through his mind, bewilderment, anger, acceptance, sadness.

“I can take care of her”, he promises.

“But you’ll both be in the Capitol?”, Vongurt finally said. He didn’t doubt Coriolanus' care taking skills, but the wound of his dead son still stung. To lose those he tried to fill him with, would reopen the wound with no replacement. 

“It’s only a day's travel. Mrs Vonhurt could stay with us when she comes to visit. It would make her feel less trapped here”. 

“And what of her cousin? She would never leave her”, Vongurt countered after a brief thought that maybe Lorretta could be a stand in. 

“She won’t have to. The Capitol is big enough for both of them”, Coriolanus pointed out. 

“The Capitol”, the Commander scoffs, “they’ll tear her apart. No, Coriolanus, I am sorry”. 

Coriolanus leans forward on his knees, talking to the commander as if he was telling him a secret. 

“I plan to be a man of great power”, he tells the older man, “A man who can do as he pleases”. 

“This is all coming as a bit of a surprise. You’ve made no mention of her before”, the commander says. 

“I love her”, Coriolanus admits slowly, “I tried to convince myself otherwise, but I feel if I let her slip through my fingers, I'll regret it the rest of my life”.

“Love is it?”, Vongurt muses, relaxing back into his chair. Coriolanus' confession seemed to ease the older man. 

“Yes, I would rather it you than a district”, Vongurt admits. 

Coriolanus rises from his seat, holding out his hand as if they just closed a business deal. 

The Commander rises, taking hold of Coriolanus' hand in a firm shake. 

“I’ll take good care of her”, Coriolanus promises. 

“Just don’t take her too soon. This is all very sudden”. 

“I promised you a year, didn’t I?” Coriolanus grins. 

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@thaleleah

[skywalkerslvt]

Need a desperate sub Leon in public setting🙏🏻But please dont make us mean,I cant be mean to my baby but "No baby we're in public!"

a/n: tysm for the request! here's a very short fic i've been working on (it's a little bit rushed and not proofread so i might fix it up later). hope u like it!! <3

CW: 18+ smut, sub leon, teasing, semi public sex, pet names (reader calls leon baby and good boy), handjobs, 1.1k words

Leon Kennedy was always composed, always in control. At least, that's what everyone thought. But right now, at one of his coworker's dinner parties, he was anything but.

The evening had started off normally enough. You and Leon had arrived at the elegant townhouse, greeting his colleagues and their partners with polite smiles. The house was buzzing with conversation and laughter, the sound of clinking glasses and soft music creating a lively atmosphere.

You were both seated at a long dining table, surrounded by the chatter of his coworkers. But beneath the table, hidden from everyone else, your hand was slowly driving Leon to the brink of madness.

It had begun with a casual touch on his knee, a simple gesture that wouldn't raise any suspicion. But then your hand began to wander, tracing patterns on his thigh, inching closer and closer to the bulge straining against his slacks.

Leon tried to focus on the conversation, tried to keep his responses coherent, but it was getting harder with every passing second. He shifted in his seat, his breathing becoming shallow as he felt your fingers brush against him.

"Are you okay, Leon?" you asked innocently, your eyes twinkling with mischief as you pretended to be concerned.

He swallowed hard, nodding. "J-just a little distracted."

You bit back a smile, knowing full well what you were doing to him. Your fingers pressed a bit harder, rubbing him through the fabric, and Leon had to bite his lip to keep from making any noise.

"Are you sure?" you asked, leaning forward slightly, giving him a perfect view of your cleavage. "You seem really tense."

Leon managed a weak smile. "Y-yeah, just... trying to keep it together."

You chuckled softly, your fingers giving him a teasing squeeze before leaving his aching cock, returning to tracing teasing circles up and down his thigh.

He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to compose himself, but it was no use.

He was too far gone, too desperate for your touch. His hand reached under the table, gripping your wrist in a silent plea for mercy. His hand guided yours up higher, where his cock was straining painfully against his pants. “Please,” he whined quietly, “I need it.”

You leaned in, your lips brushing against his ear as you whispered back, "No, baby, we're in public. You can be a good boy and wait for me, can't you?"

Leon shuddered, his grip tightening. "I don't know if I can."

"You will" you said confidently, giving him one last squeeze before finally pulling your hand away. "Because you know I'll make it worth your while."

He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. The promise of relief, of finally being able to let go, gave him the strength to endure the rest of the meal.

But it wasn't easy. Every look, every casual touch, was a reminder of what was waiting for him, just out of reach.

By the time the dinner was over and you made your way to a quiet corner of the house, Leon was practically trembling with need. He followed you silently, his mind focused on only one thing: getting to a place where he could finally let go, where he could give in to the overwhelming desire that had been building up inside him.

As soon as you were alone, his restraint crumbled. He pulled you close, his lips crashing against yours in a desperate kiss, his hands roaming your body with a hunger that had been held back for far too long.

You smiled against his lips, knowing that you had him exactly where you wanted him. "Good boy," you whispered, your words sending a shiver down his spine, and Leon's eyes darkened with desire, his breath hitching as he prepared to show you just how much he needed you.

His eyes met yours, filled with a desperate need that made your heart race.

"Please," he whispered, his voice shaky. "Please, I need you."

You leaned into his neck, biting and sucking marks at his pulse point as your hand slid down his stomach, teasingly close to where he ached the most. You could feel his heart pounding, his breath quickening in anticipation as he let out a soft whimper.

You pressed a desperate kiss against his mouth before reminding him to keep quiet.

Leon whimpered, but he nodded again, his body trembling with the effort to remain still. You rewarded him with a soft kiss, your lips barely brushing his as your hand finally reached the waistband of his pants.

Your hand slipped inside his pants to wrap around his throbbing cock. His eyes rolled back in his head as he bit down on his lip to keep from crying out. "Just focus on me, Leon. I'll take care of you."

You stroked him slowly, your thumb brushing over the head of his cock, smearing the pre-cum that had gathered there. Leon's hips bucked involuntarily, a strangled moan escaping his lips before he could stop it. You tightened your grip slightly, reminding him to stay quiet.

"Shh," you soothed, kissing him deeply to muffle any further sounds. He kissed you back with a desperation that only fueled your desire, his hands gripping your hips as if to ground himself.

Your pace quickened, your hand moving faster over his length as his breathing became more erratic. You could feel him getting close, his body tensing as he struggled to hold back.

"That's it," you whispered against his lips. "Let go for me, Leon. Be a good boy and cum."

With a muffled cry, Leon obeyed, his body shaking as he came hard into your hand. You continued to stroke him through his orgasm, your other hand gently caressing his face as tears of relief and pleasure spilled from his eyes.

"Good boy," you murmured, kissing away his tears. "You did so well."

Leon slumped against you, his breathing slowly returning to normal as he basked in the afterglow. You held him close, your heart swelling with affection for the man in your arms.

"Thank you," he whispered, his voice hoarse but filled with gratitude. "I love you."

"I love you too, Leon," you replied, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead.

"Now, let's get back to the party before anyone notices we're gone."

He nodded, reluctantly pulling away to adjust his clothes. You did the same, both of you sharing a secret smile as you stepped out of the closet, ready to face Leon's coworkers once more.

[freakshowtwopointoh]

I love the Jordan Li jealousy trope vibe so much I’m just-

Anyways-

I cant stop thinking about a fem!reader x Jordan scene were the reader starts using another girl at a party to make Jordan jealous🫡 I feel like I always see this done with another guy but the thought of it being another girl is just so😙🤌🏻

*combining this with another ask about established relationship jordan*

Your partner, despite being able to sweet talk any exec into giving Brink's department just another million, was not good with words. At least, not with you. It's not like they insulted you, or anything outright cruel - but when they were upset, it felt like nothing was off the cards. Your grades, your bad habits (like procrastinating your dishes or your penchant for never finishing your take-out orders), even going on tangents about your taste in movies. Snide comments were fine, and even endearing, when you two were on good terms - but they stung in the middle of a fight. Even more so when they'd been picking fights for days and blowing you off for no reason.

All this to say, this wasn't the first time Jordan had broken up with you in the heat of the moment. The last time, it had only taken a day for them to come back to try and apologize. And like a fool, you let them.

Not this time. At least, not yet.

It's not fair to you, the way they seem content to say whatever they want and expect you to forgive them. They broke up with me.

And of course, the doubt always creeps in. If they can throw you away so easily - are you just a placeholder? Some girl they can keep around until someone better comes along? Someone prettier, stronger, a better fit. Your powers have no combat applications (your major is actually an independent study allowing you to research most of your days, avoiding combat and acting classes to focus on science), and you'd never thought of yourself as a particularly attractive person. It's easy to feel out-of-place when your partner's closest friends are practically models - and could kick your ass twice over on a bad day.

That's where your thoughts go, as hours turn to days and Jordan hasn't even texted once. When it first crosses your mind that maybe, just maybe, they actually meant it.

Three days. That's how long it takes for them to call - a personal best for them. You let it go to voicemail, and you almost delete it without listening. But you do listen. And it feels just as shitty as it usually does, hearing the strain in their voice as they try to cover up the fact that they were crying.

But you don't call back. Not that night. Or when they call the next night. Or when they start texting - and you put your phone on do not disturb - so your friends stop looking at you like that.

That's also what gets you out the door Friday night after shimmying into your favorite dress, even letting your best friend paint your eyelids a sparkling gold color.

They broke up with me. That's what you tell yourself as you feel guilt rising in your chest, entering the party somewhat hesitantly. They broke up with me, I can do what I want.

You didn't mean to end up grinding on this girl (you didn't know her name, and frankly, you didn't want to know), it just sort of... happened. You were three shots in, comfortably buzzed, and you hadn't even seen Jordan. You'd finally been able to shove your feelings about them into the back of your mind, dancing with your friends, when this girl you'd never seen before made her way over.

You'd thought she was there to pull your friend Lucas away (not an uncommon experience), but her eyes seemed glued to you - and your hips - as you moved to the beat.

It was totally platonic! At first. Then she gives you another shot and her hands are sliding lower on your body, and it's so easy to let her move you closer. Her fingertips tugging gently until you're moving against her, and it feels natural. You're trying not to think about Jordan, and about how (despite how delicious her touch felt) this girl was decidedly not who you wanted to be dancing with.

You used to joke with Jordan that their gaze had a physical presence. That you could feel them looking at you, even in your sleep. But it didn't feel so funny when you could feel their glare burning through you as the mystery girl pressed her body against yours in a move that felt almost too intimate for a public place.

So yeah, you didn't mean to end up grinding on a hot stranger. And you didn't intend to make Jordan jealous by being here. But if the opportunity presents itself...

And you couldn't deny, it felt good. Even though this wasn't the first time you two had an "off" phase, this was the first time you'd ever acted like you were single. I am single. They broke up with me. You have to remind yourself that it's their own fault. They should feel bad!

And yet, you can't help but feel guilty. Or angry. It's hard to tell which feeling is stronger - your guilt or your resentment. So you keep dancing, and try to shake the weight of their gaze.

And it's almost working. Her lips brush your throat, her hot breath tickling your neck, and you sigh, your eyes fluttering closed. You can almost forget that it isn't Jordan you're dancing with as you lean your head back onto her shoulder. But when she goes to get another round, another body takes her place immediately.

You know who it is before they even touch you, their cologne sending a thousand memories careening through your mind. Memories of long nights, romantic dates, and walking home from class. Memories of bad fights and the cold mornings that followed.

"Princess." They practically growled, and you weren't sure if you'd ever heard them quite like this. "You know you shouldn't go out alone." Their lips ghost over your neck, just where the girl's had been, and you hate how right it feels, even now.

"I'm not alone." You manage, and you try not to wince at the hoarseness in your voice. "I came with my friends."

"Lucas and Kelly? They left." Jordan's answer comes too quickly, and you realize they must've been here for a bit longer than you'd realized. "About three shots ago, if I recall correctly." They move even closer, if that was even possible. "You really should pay better attention to your surroundings, princess."

You know they can feel the way you shiver and press closer to them as they talk. You know they know the effect they have on you. They always have. But you can't give in. Not this time. You can feel your will weakening, and you have to force yourself not to melt even more in their embrace. They broke up with me. You remind yourself.

"I've been in good hands." You say, trying to sound nonchalant. "Speaking of..." You make a show of looking for the girl - even though you think you'd rather eat your own foot rather than leave Jordan's embrace before you have to.

"The bartender's showing her out." Jordan murmurs tightly, and you know you should be furious that Jordan bribed the bartender to get your dance partner kicked out, but you couldn't muster the anger. They guided you out of the party and to a bench outside, their body curled around you like a shield.

"If you think this changes anything-" You begin, but your protestation sounds weak, even to your ears. "You can't keep doing this to me, Jordan." You wanted to sound firm - like you were giving them an ultimatum. But it sounded more like a cry - and maybe it was. But you take a deep breath through your nose and try to sound stronger. "Either you're in or you're out. You can't just throw me out when you get tired of me, and then come back when you -"

"Is that what you think is happening? That I've been breaking up with you to play at being some kind of fuckboy?"

"I-" You start, your brow furrowing slightly.

"I'm not running to someone else, fuck, princess, I'm running from how I feel about you! Isn't that obvious? I fucking need you, and it's fucking terrifying. How-" They step away, running their hand through their hair. "How could you think I could ever be tired of you?"

"Everyone else is! God, Jor, I'm nowhere near as interesting or powerful or attractive as you or any of the people you hang around. Why would you settle for-"

Your face is cupped in their hands before you can finish your sentence, their eyes staring into yours like they're trying to read your thoughts. "I don't settle, princess. I never have." They said firmly, and then their lips are on yours, and you can't think of anything but Jordan. They still taste the same. All cigarettes and cinnamon gum and everything you'd been missing.

Usually, you'd be embarrassed about making out in public, but the alcohol in your veins and the Jordan of it all has you straddling their lap without a second thought. You're not sure when they shifted, or why, but you're grateful to have her bob to tangle your fingers in as you deepen the kiss, and to have her neck under your teeth as you nip at her throat.

"You know, Tara has had her eye on you for awhile. Or so I've heard." They said, trying to sound more casual than they did.

"Was that her name?" You murmur, your lips traveling up their throat to their ear. You smirk when you feel them shiver under you. "She doesn't dance as good as you."

"She's a dance major." They say, and you wonder if they'd looked her up before.

"Maybe she doesn't know my body as well as you do." You murmur, pressing closer to them as you tug their earlobe with your teeth, making them shiver under you again.

They shifted before practically pulling you with them to their dorm. And they spent the night showing you just how special they thought you were.

[ainnur]

"Pink and Yellow Cover The Pain" -Fanfic

Sumary : After being possesed by Lady Bone Demon, Bai He have white stroke on her hair. She hated how it look because it make her look like old lady and so much like the Bone Demon herself. Then she ask Wukong for help and Wukong help her cover the white hair...

Or Wukong help Bai He dye her hair <3

A/N : Soooo Im not really a writer I just wrote this for fun so there will be some mistake. And my english kinda shitty. This base of my au "What Still Frozen au". Character can be Ooc

"Pink and Yellow Cover The Pain " -by Ainnur

"Have you done this before?"

"Nope, I never even touch a hair dye before, can you belive that?"

Hearing that Bai He isn't actually sure how to feel about it. On one hand, she actually scare to let this happend but on other hand, she just doesn't care anymore. What else could Bai He lost? Her hair already demaged real bad because of the Bone Demon and Bai He is forever piss about it.

To put it simple, Bai He loved her hair so much. She loves brushing and styling it however she want and it will look cute. Thanks to her cousin Ayu who always press on how important the hair care is, Bai He able to keep her hair healthy for a long time. Her hair is long like her mother and have a colour of her dad's. What used to be soft and silky beautiful hair now letf dry and kinda dead. No matter what she do, it just seem that she can't bring her old back. She hates that.

Another thing is, being Lady Bone Demon host body left her with ugly white stroke of hair. Not only it make Bai He look like old lady, it make Bai He look like more the Bone Demon herself. Bai He know it just make sense that Bone Demon make Bai He look like be when using her body like a puppet. That old demon bitch... That just make her hated her hair even more and want to get rip of it.. She decide to tell Wukong about it and ask his opinion. He'll understand right? Afterall, he got same white stroke of hair like her. Even he dont understand, he will help her and she just know it. She didnt expect this...

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Bai He take a big gulp of water and huff in satisfaction. Right now she at Pigsy's Noddle with Wukong sitting next to her. It's somehow become their little thing to just eating noddle and talk about random things. Bai He enjoy doing this simple times with Wukong and she always get to eat delicious noddle that Wukong always pay for her. Wukong doesn't seem to mind and Bai He won't complain about it. Why would she? We talk about free food!

Bai He take a look at Wukong who seem lost in thought while waiting for his noddle to cold down. That one thing Bai He notice about Wukong. He always waits for any of his food to cold down. It's not just cold down enough that you can eat the food when is still warm , no, Wukong waited until all the heats is completely gone. Where the enjoyment of that?? But again not like Bai He would say anything about it. If Wukong like his food like that, who is she to judges loudly?

"Umm...you good kid? You kinda looking at me for solid 3 minutes now. Did I have something on my face?" Wukong's voice able to pull Bai He back from her thought.

"No. You're fine Monkey King " Bai He actually double check Wukong's face to make sure of it.

"It's just...." Bai He take few breath try to form a right sentence to tell Wukong. Few seconds pass as Wukong wait for her to tell him whatever she in her mind right now.

"I hate my hair...." Saying that, she get Wukong full attention as he push his bowl of noddle aside wanting to actually hear her.

"I hate what she done to my hair and how it make me look like....Her.. And I just want the damage to be gone." She grab her hair a bit on her palm not actually looking at Wukong as she focus on her hair right now. It's silence for seconds as Wukong try to process what Bai He just tell him.

"Well you can cut it-"

"No" she cut Wukong words fast

"I don't want to cut it.I just...cant..part of with didnt allowed that." Bai He cant actually explain why she didnt want to cut it, she just know she attach to it.

"I just want to 'cover' it like you..." Bai He words stiff while she looking at Wukong this time. Other thing Bai He know about Wukong is that Wukong uses magic thing call glamours or something to hide his real appearance to other. Even from MK. He cover the white stroke of hair using that and make his hair look normal. Bai He is silently jealous of that ability of Wukong because how is that fair? Why he can just look how ever he want with snap of finger and she just cant? Oh how she wish she have the ablity too.

"I get an idea!" Wukong said with smile planning something in his head. Oh boy....

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That bring us to now. Both Bai He and Wukong is walking to her bathroom after Wukong show up next day with big bag full with hair dye. Hair dye .....Why Bai He didn't think about that sooner?! Maybe she so stress and that just didnt cross her mind. Bai He was suprise when she saw the bag full with different colours of hair dye boxs for first time when Wukong show up.

"I don't know what colour you prefer so I just bring everything and let you choose " Wukong simply said that and leave Bai He watching him with unbeliveable face. This monkeyyyyyy.

"Well..you like pink, right?" Wukong asks with a smile, holding a box pink hair day in his hand. He right about that, Bai He loves the colour pinks. It's remind her of her cousin who like wearing pink. In other words, pink is pretty colour. Some people would say that pink is not a real colour as it is just shade of red. They were right about that but Bai He doesn't care, It's pretty and that only thing matter. Pink could be lovely colour that bright up the mood but it also can be sickening when it's to much

"Yeah, I want pink" She decide on that with smile. If anything happend it happend and Bai He could not careless. Wukong only respon saying she make a great choice and preparing the dye. While Wukong busy, Bai He want to go through the bag again and that when she notice something is moving inside. "Little monkey!?" Yeah one of Wukong's subject follow Wukong hear in the bag. The little monkey then went to his king and climb on his shoulder. Wukong gigle for a bit and let the little monkey mix the hair dye. "Careful now little one" Wukong remind the monkey. Bai He watching everything with awe and get her attention back to the bag.

Inside of the back she find another colour, yellow. But with specific shade.... It's yellow but not just any yellow, it's have a bit of orange hue in it making it look more golden. It's Wukong type of yellow. Bai He dont know much about colour theory but the colour do remind her of Wukong. This yellow colour bring warm feeling to Bai He. It's provide comfort for Bai He with the bright and fun nature of the colour.

"I want this colour too" Bai He said without thinking. Wukong simply agree with her and Bai He cant help but smile at Wukong. Everything he did right now is for her and she really appreciate it. Colouring her hair with both colour would be fun. But again she didnt want to colour whole head, just the ugly white stroke. Will it look good? They'll find out about that later.

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"You sure, you never done this before?" Bai He ask suspicious with Wukong's skill right now. That monkey really tell her that he never dying people hair before but the way Wukong doing staff right now say the opposite.

"Yeahhhhh.....look Im gonna come clean. I watched few video online last night of how to dye hair and tried to do it on my own clone for a bit. " Last night...... Wukong learned to do everything by only a night. Not to mention he just learned it from some video online! Bai He she shouldn't question Wukong ability but to learn something THAT quick is just insane for her.

"Of course and now you're a hairdresser" Bai said sacasticly. Yeah, she bit jealous of that ability, who wouldnt? Wukong just laugh awkwardly at her comment. He so focus on working on Bai He hair with little help from the small monkey to actually say anything as Bai He sit in bathtub.

Bai He herself dont know what Wukong is doing but she trust Wukong completely. Even if everything didnt turn out well she know Wukong would think about something to fix it. Yup, no worry at all. She let Wukong and little monkey pull her hair and wrap it with aluminium foil that Wukong summon using his hair. The smell of hair dye kinda bad and strong.

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They have to wait for an hours as the box said. During that time all 3 of them do is watching some random drama from Bai He's phone to kill time. The drama actually good as all of them focus on the phone and not talking at all.

"No offend Monkey King but that women kinda remind me of you" She look at Wukong and back to her phone. The little monkey nod hearing that

"What do you mean?" Wukong raise a eyebrow because that women look nothing like him and many way.

"Both have shitty taste of man" Bai He answers him fast and she can hear Wukong gasping and little monkey cover it mouth.

" ExCuUsE you, I have FINE taste of man"

"Bullshit. You dated Macaque that say everything about you!!"

"Come on! That not fair!" Wukong pout at that. They bicker a bit with Wukong try to defend his pout taste in man and little monkey siding Bai He in this bickering.

After an hour it's finally time to wash off the dye. Wukong let Bai He do it herself as he take a towel for her. Bai He watch the leftover dye going down to the tub's hole. The pink and yellow colour get mix together creating redish-orange colour. Later she take the towel that Wukong give her and dry her hair off.

Bai He take deep breath as she preparing herself to look at mirror again. These past few she isnt doing well looking at mirror because she keep seeing HER. There is still cracks from where she punch the mirror. She still remember how worry Wukong is that time and everything was a mess.. Blood dripping from her fist and some stick to broken mirror. It was Wukong who help her treat the wound. But that is another story. Finally after have courage to look at mirror, Bai He eyes go wide seeing her own reflection.

"Sooooo...do you like it,kid?" Wukong ask softly while having little monkey on his shoulder. Bai He take a look at herself again at her broken mirror that she punched. The white hair stroke is now cover with pink and yellow colour. Both colour stand out from her original black hair.

"I..LOVE it!" Bai He is being honest. In her opinion, the colour was great combo and she love how it look so much. Her eyes sparkels as she see no more of white hair. Lady Bone Demon look nothing like her right now. Did Lady Bone Demon have have a sick and cool pink and yell hair stroke? No, she doesn't .

"Thank you so much, Monkey King!!" Bai He said happily as she hugs her mentor hard

"Anytime, kid" Wukong smile and hug her back. She then let go of Wukong and take out her phone fast as want she talking picture with her new hair colour and Wukong. Everything turn out fine and Bai He couldnt be more happy.

END :3

Thanks for reading! Everything about the au is under "What Still Frozen au" tag. You also can ask me anything about the au or idea for them or other things

[beastyeastfreak]

PLEASE SILENT SALT HEADCANONS AND MY LIFE IS YOURS, LITERALLY ANYTHING SMUT YANDERE FLUFF IDC..

YEAAAAAAH

im doing something short because im busy with my j*b and lowkey demotivated #savemefromhell

The first half will be regular headcanons and the second will be nsfw

Cw and tags: Romantic, silent salt has a cool horse, theyre kinda a typical knight, nsfw, souljam play, clothed sex, GN! Reader, both reader and ssc have ambiguous genitalia

Written before the silent salt update, purely speculative, watch all of this become inaccurate once theyre out

Normal headcanons

🗡️ - Silent salt is a being of solitude, after whatever occured which caused them to become a beast they became the furthest from the group. They inwardly dislike their fellow beasts, the second they see fit to not be around them, they will take the first chance to leave. Their land is as quiet as they are, it echoes with focus and loneliness. Whenever you arrive, witnessing a land dark and barren, you are loud. It doesn’t matter if you are quiet as a mouse, you are loud.

🗡️ - However you manage to even get Silent Salt to willingly stay in your presence is a mystery. Though trying to get them to save you in order to get closer is fruitless, one a light of Solidarity they now would rather be a bystander or the cause of the issue. So what would attract silent salt? A common goal, a similar attitude, or battle prowess that can withstand their own. Despite now disliking the thought of standing as one unit, if you can prove them wrong and stand with them or help them in some way, they may just try to find out more about you.

🗡️ - Their other interests may include, strangely enough, music. Just because it’s a land of silence doesn’t mean you cant listen to a good playlist sometimes. If you want to do be around them, go on a patrol with them. They wont talk but they love to hear you speak while you both ride on their horse together. It gives them the opportunity to be close with you without seeming like theyre returning to their ways.

🗡️ - I think theres no cookie beneath that armor in the sense they lost their ability to connect with others. Whether that represents physically and there is no true cookie body beneath the metal and just a living suit of armor or there is one, they dont want to be seen. Being seen allows another to see themselves in them, to connect, to feel for them. They want to be seen as a machine, unfeeling and cold. But when they hold you and place their helm against you, you feel the warmth, you know a soul remains just deep within.

🗡️ - They definitely try to kiss you, emphasizing try. They either forget they have a helmet on and get caught up in the moment or simply cannot remove the helmet/their head is the helmet and you have to kiss that. Either way, kissing them earns their heart quickly because it shows you don’t mind it and still see them for them. They make up for not being able to do things like that with gifts. Anything from roses from the garden of delights to foods from the farthest kingdom, they will get for you.

Nsfw headcanons below

🗡️ - BOTTOM next question. After years of isolation they would prefer you take the lead, also i doubt they got around much even before they turned. That being said they are very pent up but are always quietly handling it, so when you come around its a huge change to them. They don’t say anything, but you know when they’re ready, they make it pretty clear through body language. This isn’t to say they wont take control, they’re strong and they’d want to use that strength in bed at least once.

🗡️ - Whatever genitalia they have, i dont think matters. If you believe in the ‘just a living suit of armor’ theory like me your next bet is the souljam. They’ll invite you onto their lap after a drawn out fight, slumped slightly. Under the guise of taking care of them, you run your hands over them while whispering lovely little words against their helmet. They flinch as you run over their souljam located around their mid chest with plates of armor molded around it. What sounds like a night breeze wafting through a creaky metal roof is the only way to describe the noise made, their back arching towards you.

🗡️ - While you caress and press along the crystal in repeating motions their souljam, their hands will explore along you, maybe accidentally ripping your clothes a bit but eventually reaching into groping. They’ll enjoy it if you talk them through it, but if they’re in control they’ll try to keep you quiet. Fingers grabbing against your sex while they stand from behind, edging when they feel like it. Their other hand, still armored, rests on your mouth to keep you shut up. Especially funner if you’re in a place with thin walls or where someone could hear.

[bluedandylyon]

Rewatch Rambles (tm)

Season 1

The Sea Gate

Not a whole lot of analysis on this one, but it's a fun ep.

Love how Adora is just SO angry at this person for no reason

This show is so gay dude. Glimmer's little bisexual grunt too as she checks their muscles out too asjkdj

This episode is the first ep where shit gets really fucking funny, and jock Adora is my favorite Adora, it’s just butch culture to arm wrestle and I’m glad the crew-ra included it. 

Also Bi disaster Bow my beloved. His mega crush on Sea Hawk means everything to me.

I know we all love Scorpia and she’s the fandom baby and yeah, she’s lovely and gentle and only deserves the best. But like I feel like we really don’t talk enough about how much she disrespects Catra’s boundaries throughout the show ngl. 

Scorpia is one character that I actually like less with every rewatch, and I think it's cause I become more and more empathetic towards Catra with every rewatch as well.

Also calling someone "kitty" as ur first word towards them is insane behavior. It'd be like calling someone baby, and unless you're like... a drag queen and you're doing it ironically, u cant do that to me, nope!

You know what? This might be unpopular but I'm gonna start a new counter : the SBB (Scorpia Boundary Break) specifically in terms of Catra and her bc it really does happen often and imo it gets swept under the rug a bit.

so SBB : 2

I love how Kyle is the only one who respects Catra’s position as Force Captain. Go Kyle tbh

I know this phrase becomes a repeated joke, but it really goes to show that Catra is always at a disadvantage. Shadow Weaver is setting her up for failure and waiting for her to mess up so she can punish her and confirm her bias (which is also projected self-hate.)

Which is to say it's impressive that Catra manages to become second in command DESPITE that. And it's through horrible means, but she was also using the only tools she was given (which weren't much).

Every woman in this freaking show has a crush on She-Ra and I so respect them for it, me too girlies.

Just an outright lie lmao. I sometimes wonder if Sea Hawk is just like... a pathological liar.

Thinks of Season 4

YEP!

sure u do Catra, go pester ur ex intimate-situationship

Scorpia basically attempts straight manslaughter without a second thought. If Sea Hawk hadn’t saved Bow, he would’ve been DISINTEGRATED 

Yum. Finally, some good fucking food (me at any catradora scene)

The way She-Ra is able to carry Catra on the sword effortlessly… lesbianism for real

Catra puts her hand on Adora’s forehead like she did when they were kids. She is pretending she isn’t taking this seriously bc she can't show Adora how much she actually cares about her coming back.

She misses Adora and wants to catch up with her and she also wants Adora to be proud of her, PLEASE.

When Adora doesn't really acknowledge her, her easy smirk falls away.

GIRLLLLLLL when Catra says “it seems like only yesterday (being force captain) was the thing you wanted most in the world. Hasn’t this gone on for long enough?” And Adora’s focus on the sea gate wavers bc it’s Catra she wanted in reality. 

"Cupping your enemy's face when you're fighting is a good strategy right? asking for a friend." - Catra, probably

Catra always takes Adora leaving the horde personally. She always turns to attack when Adora says she’s not going back, and she says “this is what you left ME for?” Her identity is so entrenched in her environment. Again, BPD behavior. Catra doesn't really have an identity without Adora, and now that Adora is gone, the only thing left for her to cling to is her environment. It's not safe, but it's familiar.

I also like how in this whole interaction, you can see how Catra is trying to imitate SW's tactics. She tries to appeal to Adora with their shared past and past goals, she insults her, and when that doesn't work, she attacks.

Literally not necessary to whisper in Adora's ear like this but pop off.

I also really like how Catra's nose is always shaded like this to imitate a cat nose seen from the side.

My soaked, sad blorbo, look at her little face in the first one, PLEASE. She is so upset Adora won't go with her.

I love the visual of Catra being dragged by Scorpia in the water but she can’t stop looking at Adora bc she can’t focus on new relationships while she’s mourning Adora’s loss.

[princesssmars]

thinking of karlach who once her engine cools off goes fucking ballistic. nsfw, fem! reader, me being horny for karlach because who isn't. baldur's gate 3 spoilers! i've only finished act one so i start improvising shit.

now, for a woman who has not been able to have even a hint of physical contact for ten years, you have to give her her flowers with how well she seems to deal with being incredibly emotionally and sexually frustrated.

but once she joins your party that hold she had over her body and brain starts to crack. fast.

hell, it started happening before the two of you became romantically involved. while she was drawn to you from the moment you said "yes" to helping a stranger kill a building full of people, she also had eyes and constantly wondered how everyone in the party was so attractive. astarion was never not flirting with someone, wyll was incredibly kind to her, and she could tell when shadowheart was admiring her physique...

but after a few weeks of traveling, fighting, and making friends for the first time in years, eventually during those quiet nights at camp she finds you invading her mind her mind when she rests in her tent to fall asleep, kind of like the parasite, but in a good way.

she thinks of a joke you you made when the two of you were eating by the fire that made her snort like a pig, the way you explored a dungeon and when you found a magical war axe immediately turned to her and gave it to her with a smile, how you so quickly stood up for her when wyll was adamant on killing her because of her past.

your kindness, your intelligence (she's amused when you act like a dumbass and fail when trying to persuade someone), just everything about you, it was only a matter of time before she asked you to join her when everyone fell asleep one night, talking about how you thankfully return her feelings. it takes a turn when you bring up how her condition leaves her pent up, and as you're whispering the sinful things you cant wait to do to her and she do to you.

it hits her full force that oh, she does actually want to fuck your brains out.

after that night everything you do starts to turn her on. like, horrendously. eating a snack on the road? all she can focus on is the way your lips move around the fruit. dancing to a song volo is playing? she's becoming entranced by the way your hips and arms move to the music.

once when the sun was set and the moon was high she headed down to the lake, figuring the rest of the party had already cleaned themselves when she started to undress on the sand, standing still as a statue when she spots you in the middle of the lake, rinsing out your hair when you turn around to look at her.

she can see the water falling from your hair to your shoulders, dripping down over the peak of your nipples, some falling down your chest to between yours legs-

when she comes back later after running off, the ground where she stood was scorched.

but until her engine got fixed, her nights were spent inside her tent rubbing at her clit and fingering her cunt while pretending it was you. the only thing that makes it better is when she can tell you about all the naughty things she thinks about you and seeing you squirm.

once dammon gets another piece of infernal iron and gives her the final upgrade she needs to have physical contact, she at least has the courtesy to take you to a rented room in an inn before she ravages you.

shes tossing you on to the bed and wondering if she should slow down, take it slow with you for your first time together to make it all the more special, but you're staring at her while she's contemplating and youre taking off your top and then youre pants and then youre pulling her by the arm on top of you and she realizes she can save the softness for later.

there's so much kissing, pulling, biting and moaning that after both of your first two orgasms she starts to feel dizzy. she swears shes never felt a greater pleasure than when you were cumming on her fingers, or when you brought her hips up to your face and made her ride your tongue.

she reaches down to your bag that was throw haphazardly on to the floor earlier and finds the toy you bought, the tiefling smiling so brightly her fangs are on full display as she aligns the double sided dildo with your entrance, nearly going cross eyed at the way it slips inside of you before she sticks the other end into her.

she throws your legs over her shoulders, hold your hands in hers, and starts thrusting so quickly its almost like she's afraid she'll die if she stops.

and she is. she has never felt as good as she does in this moment, fucking the toy into you before feeling it do the same to her every time she pulls her hips back.

shes thinking about how much she loves you when she feels your right hand claw at her back.

shes wondering how someone can be so damn beautiful when you arch your back and nearly scream out her name.

she can barely contain herself when she thinks about how she gets to fuck you like this for the rest of her life when her hand leaves yours and grabs onto the wooden bedpost.

your moans of ecstasy reach a pitch and her eyes are taking in every detail as you come undone, to the heaving of your chest and the fluttering of your lashes. its your gentle whisper of her name and a gentle kiss to her lips that tips her over the edge, grinding her hips faster to the point it starts to hurt and she feels her hands tightening and tightening-

her high feels like it lasts forever before she comes back down to earth, breathing heavy with a dopey smile on her face when she looks at you. she's confused by the look on your face, similarly blissed out but your cheeks are bunched up in that way that means youre trying to hold in a laugh...

its only then she starts to feel it : a large chunk of the headboard is in her hand, snapped almost clean off from the rest of in im the height of her euphoria. she cant help but laugh which makes you finally laugh which just makes you laugh harder.

she drops the wood and shakes her hand of any splinters when your hands are wrapping around her neck and pulling her back into you.

she doesn't feel that bad about it.

i've resorted to getting ideas from both dreams and those thoughts you turn into stories while trying to go to sleep im like a genius. i put this in the queue posted it and it only showed up on my blog whats with that.

[lmaowhatt]

sleepless night - rafe c.

summary: rafe cameron is trying to help you study for your ged, but you cant seem to understand it, so both you and rafe come to a compromise.

set: based around the 18 month time jump between s3 and s4, and rafe is helping you study for your ged after you 'dropped out' of school for the treasure hunt with the pogues.

pairing: rafe cameron x pogue!reader

warnings: suggestive topics, touchy!rafe, soft!rafe.

if theres any others feel free to let me know!

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"cmon, baby focus." rafe insisted as he tapped his pencil against his textbook, trailing his eyes over you as you pulled your hair up into a lazy ponytail. "rafe, im trying i just dont get it." you slightly whined, "school in general isnt my strong suit," you continued, shutting your textbook.

the man sighed, closing his textbook after you. "what dont you get? talk to me." he waves a finger for you to sit down next him on his bed. "i dont know. everything. i dont get why my parents are makin' me do this shit." you carelessly say, plopping down on the bed next to him. rafe lets out a small chuckle, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as you both move to sit against the headboard.

"okay, okay," he reached over your body to grab his textbook, propping it up in between the both of you, the dim moonlight providing just enough light. "whats the hardest part, baby? let me know." his eyes trailed over you side profile as you focused on opening the textbook to the specific chapter.

you puffed out your cheeks as you placed a finger on his cheek, moving his gaze to the book in front of you. you then pointed a finger to the specific subject and section you were having difficulty with, "that. history." you say as he lets out a laugh, "cmon y/n, this is easy." you gave him a bored look in return, "why is history, history? i could go ask your dad a question about this shit and he wouldnt be able to tell me the answer." you looked up at him as he smiled down at you with an amused gaze.

he tilted his head slightly at you, raising his eyebrows. "right, right." he rolls his lips into his mouth, only causing you to shove him slightly, finally huffing a laugh out of his lips. "look, i got a way to help you concentrate. want my help?" he narrowed his eyes at you slightly with a small smile, placing a hand on your midthigh, kneading it in his hand slightly.

your gaze trailed down to his hand, watching as the cheap silver ring that you had gotten him for his birthday shined every once in a while when the moonlight reflected off of it. your breath hitched in your throat as he used his other hand to place a finger under your chin, lifting your head to face him, "yeah?" he hummed as if asking for approval.

you nodded slightly, grabbing the textbook and flattening your legs to support the book. he let out a soft smile, moving to sit back against the headboard, placing his left hand on your right thigh. "alright, read aloud to me baby, you got it." he encouraged, keeping his eyes on the book as he alternated between kneading your thigh and rubbing his pinky along your inner thigh. "okay.. um." you started as he pointed a finger at where to start.

as you continued reading the words from the textbook out loud, your stuttering had gotten better, and you now felt more comfortable to speak in full sentences. he kept moving his hand up and down your thigh, which now felt closer to a comforting gesture than an intimate one. eventually however, you sighed, "rafe, cmon." you dragged out the last word. "can we just do something else?" you let the textbook fall onto your thighs as you placed your hand over his.

"like what, baby? use your words," he watched as you moved to sit on your legs in between his outstretched and slightly open legs, placing his hands on your waist once you had settled. he smiled softly when you sighed as he rubbed his thumbs soothingly on the curve between your waist and hips. "like.. y'know," you placed your hands on his arms, moving them up and down slightly as you looked up at him with eyes he swore made his weak in the knees.

you sighed seeing the teasing look on his face as he looked away as if in thought. "cmon rafe.. it would help me destress. and i know all the stuff youve been going through at work.. i could help you out with that.. destressing 'n all" you trailed off as his small smug look faltered, a smirk now tugging at the ends of your lips instead. "youre good at this you know." the man stated as his eyes locked on your features, eventually traveling down your body, seeing the tiny shorts that hugged the curve of your ass just right as it rested on the backs of your legs, his oversized shirt pooling slightly at your waist.

you just smiled at him, faux innocence playing at your profile. "come on.. you know you wanna." you said once more, watching as he debated with himself on whether or not to take you up on your offer. the man couldnt deny wanting you in bed, watching you writhe, squirm and him listening to the beautiful noises that came out of your pretty mouth every time he hit the incredibly sensitive spot inside your body. the boy wracked his brain, a lot. well, he could always help you study tomorrow, right?

"oh my- fuck it come here."

a/n: this was originally gonna be a pope fic during s4, but it fits mr rafe cameron better.

[apollosfavedaughter]

𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚕𝚘𝚠 (p. jackson)

a/n: argument hcs with percy. cant decide if this is good or if im going to delete it later

it started off with a small thing

it was either how much time he was spending at camp jupiter, how he seemed more distant, how he never iris messaged you

sure, it sounded stupid and clingy, but those eight months where he had been gone? it had really fucked you up

if you were arguing near a beach or something, the water would get more aggresive, but he would never use it to hurt you

he would say things like: "oh my gods, that's not even what i said, are you even listening?" or "holy hera, can i just explain? that's not right, i-"

HE WOULD RUN HIS HANDS THROUGH HIS HAIR AND SIGH WHEN HE GOT MAD

fight me on this i can imagine it

when he gets agitated, he wouldn't be able to focus so it would look like he wasn't listening and you would get mad

you would either storm off and end the argument, or he would get mad and yell and run away to cool down

percy is a gentleman but he wouldn't pull a guidance counselor and be like: "let's step away and calm down."

you would vent to piper or clarisse about the arugment. or even nico, who would probably play both sides

percy would vent to jason, who would just tune him out, so then percy would resort to leo, who would roll his eyes

"percy, just go apologize," leo would say. "it's not that hard."

"yeah, but it's not my fault?"

"is it though?"

percy is not a big gesture type guy, because he finds it kind of awkward, so he would just pull you out of your cabin and ask to talk

and he would apologize for everything, even if he was in the right, and while he waited for you to respond, he would fidget with something, like a shoulder strap on the hem of his shirt

and when you apologized too, he would just straight up kiss you before you finished

leo would claim all credit

if you were from camp jupiter and you were upset percy was at camp half blood, there would be an even bigger fight

percy: "i don't understnad what the problem is. frank is a great preator, and jason's at camp too."

you: "it's not about your preatorship, and jason and piper are together over there."

there would be a BIG argument, and you best believe there would be a bunch of yelling

you would avoid each other for a few days, and you would confide in almost everyone you saw, desperate to just keep talking about it

so eventually both camps knew and just were like 'bitch get back together'

then you would run into each other at training or something

and percy would still believe you were wrong, but he had missed you? so he was just like whatever i just want her back and the entire time he would be worried like is she gonna get a new bf?

and you would have the exact same thoughts

so you both apologized and the camps were so relieved.

okay thats it but i lowkey love yapping so maybe more?

a/n: help is this good or bad. req pls i love yapping and human interaction since im a loser

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