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sprytesukii · 4 months ago

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teen sleaze

bachira meguru x reader

as the campus slut, bachira has a very specific type (one you don’t fit into), so when he zeroes in on you at a party with the intent to take you home, it leaves you thrown off kilter.

rating : 18+, explicit, MDNI

wc : 3.9k (in under 3 hours ….. am i cooked)

tags : DARK CONTENT, very dubious consent (bachira gets reader very drunk & resistant at first), forced intoxication (alcohol), manipulation, transmasc!reader (good boy, dick, cock, pussy, cunt all used in reference to reader & his anatomy), transmasc!bachira, reader wears a binder, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, restraints (a hoodie immobilizes reader), frotting / scissoring (they bump purses :p), oral (reader!receiving), nipple torture, pussy slapping, references to virginity (bachira is a 'virgin killer', reader is not a virgin, virginity is a construct <3), bachira is mean & needy, other things i’m certain, ask to tag

an : i …. have nothing to say except sorry for teasing this for so long and that i wrote this with my dick in my hand ….. i love you my fellow trans men , i will continue to spread my agenda of trans!bllk boys to fulfill my t4t dreams <3

Bachira's bedroom is cute.

It's one of the first things you notice, though your glassy eyes and gin-addled mind make it difficult to pick up any real details, only bits and pieces. Flashes.

A beanbag in the corner, covered in stuffed animals. Anime figurines on his desk. Cat-eared gaming headphones hanging on his expensive looking monitor. A pin-up League of Legends poster above his queen sized bed.

You do your best to take in as much as possible — it isn't often (read: never) Bachira allows his conquests into his sacred space, preferring to take them into low traffic bathrooms in unpopular buildings on campus or in strangers' bedrooms at parties.

You're not entirely sure why you're the one he's breaking routine for — you aren't anyone special. He's certainly not in love with you — you're honestly not sure he's capable of that — and you're definitely not his usual type for these … excursions.

His type? Sweet. Inexperienced. Virginal. All glittery pink gloss, tiny tennis skirts, and heavily mascara'ed lashes that run so pretty when he takes them to the brink again, and again, and again.

Or, so you've heard. A lot.

Tittering girls comparing and contrasting their experiences and his technique in the caf, the library, even in the communal bathrooms on your dorm's floor. Even some of your acquaintances have "taken him for a spin," and all they have are rave reviews.

If you had marginally less shame, you'd admit to yourself that he's intriguing, at the the barest of minimums. He's incredibly pretty, no doubt, and the bubbly disposition overlaying his thinly veiled, arrogant, sleazy energy is insanely attractive (well, no one's ever accused you of having good taste in men).

Your friends all know you (a little too well), so when the two of you end up at the same functions, something that's bound to happen with the amount of mutuals you have, they all encourage you to go for it. To proposition him. He's such a slut, it's not like he's going to say no.

(Their words, not yours, though you'd be hard pressed to disagree.)

But every time, without fail, you brush them off, always citing some bullshit excuse in order to cover for the fact you're so into him, it's not even funny.

So, it's not that you don't like Bachira. It's just that … you aren't his type. At all.

You're not flowery or flouncy. You're nowhere near sweet. You're caustic, shitty, and, most importantly, you're not a virgin.

You're inexperienced, sure. You can count on two hands the amount of sexual encounters you've had and that number whittles down to one when you factor in whether or not it was even good, but, you don't exude the innocent vibe Bachira's track record indicates he's into.

That's why you were so surprised when Bachira singled you out at the party earlier in the night, zeroing in on you with an unfailing, unflinching precision that had you startled. A little overwhelmed, but only because you'd never been faced with the full brunt of his enthusiastic focus, bright yellow eyes trained on you with the intensity of a hunter looking for any sign of weakness in his prey.

Your friends all but disappeared when he approached you, two cups of some unidentifiable liquid in his (big, long-fingered) hands. He'd looked charming — a crooked grin playing on his full lips, his curled short hair tucked behind his ears. So much so, in fact, that you'd almost completely forgot about the way he skulked around the humid living room, engaging in racouous conversation with strangers while never looking away from you.

Bachira had offered you the drink, and although you'd already had one (or two, or five) already, his teasing expression and his pretty, pretty face made it nearly impossible to say no.

So, you took it, the burn of the alcohol (vodka? no, gin, god, you hate gin-) warming your throat and settling funny in your tummy. You knew you were riding the rail-thin line between pleasantly drunk and completely wasted, but just a sip from Bachira's cup tipped you right over the edge.

You had tried to put it down, recognizing your limits and backing away from them, but then Bachira pouted at you. Legitimately pouted — an expression that would be nauseating on any other grown man. On him, though, it was cute. Convincing. A pang of embarrassment had hit you right in the gut, only made worse by his quiet coo of, You sure that's all you can take? Thought you were stronger than that.

Your sober mind would have scoffed at the transparent challenge in his tone, no matter how saccharinely coated it was, but drunk you is a lot easier apparently. A lot more worried about disappointing Bachira, weirdly enough.

There was no time to examine that thought though. You had a drink to finish. You brought the cup back up to your lips, content to take a few more sips just to appease him, when two of his fingers tip up the bottom of the plastic, forcing two or three shots worth of liquid down your throat.

You spluttered, choking and dropping the cup, but Bachira held your mouth shut by pressing those same fingers to your chin and subtly pinching your nose, effectively cutting off your airways and forcing you to swallow.

That's it, there ya go. Look! All better now, right? His soft voice somehow cut through the roaring in your ears, soothing the rapidly quieting sober voice that was screaming at the injustice. The violation.

You had opened watery eyes and all you could see was Bachira, standing so close he took up your entire field of vision, a contented smirk spread wide over his face. You should've known then, but you didn't. You were too drunk, too inexperienced, too trusting.

You should've been sober enough to see his grin turn sinister, should've been able to hear the underlying excitement in his voice when you tripped over yourself, your legs made unreliable. Should've been able to protest when he tucked you against his side and made excuses to your friends about how you don't know how to handle your liquor and how he needs to walk you back to the dorms, the friendly thing to do.

(And that's what you are, right? Friends?)

You should've noticed when he made a few too many wrong turns, walking farther and farther away from campus, until you ended up at the upperclassman apartments, herded up the stairs and to his room where you are now.

The world is spinning. You're dizzy. So drunk. Bachira disappeared into the bathroom the moment he deposited you on the bed, leaving you to try and piece together exactly how you got here and what feels so wrong.

Hot. It's hot. That's the explanation your drunk mind comes up with for the reason your chest feels tight, the reason there's a blaring warning light blinking in the ever shrinking sober recesses of your brain.

With great effort, you sit up, nearly tipping over in the opposite direction in the process, but you manage it, reaching for the hem of your hoodie with the intent of pulling it up and off. Somehow, you get tangled in it, the directions your intoxicated mind give to your limbs getting lost in translation.

The heavy fabric covers your face entirely and traps your arms above your head, unable to move. You whine, embarrassed and still hot, so hot.

The position you're left in is exposing. You can feel your nipples pebble beneath your binder and your tank top, your happy trail bared by the way your tank has ridden up. The idea of Bachira seeing you like this is humiliating so you go to pull it down, but your arms and face are firmly stuck.

You're trapped.

The toilet flushes at this moment and you tense, stilling your struggling body to sit up as still as you can and listen. It's still difficult to focus, but you manage to pick up a few things.

The sound of the sink running. A glass hitting the counter and the water running again. When you strain, you hear a something small hitting the side of the glass and fizzing, but then the door opens and you can hear nothing but the rushing of blood in your ears.

"Brought you some — oh? What's this?" Bachira's tone is teasing, a little mean-spirited. You can't see him but you hear him get closer, setting the glass down on the nightstand before cold knuckles abruptly run through the coarse hair leading to down into your boxers.

You flinch back, curling up on yourself, and Bachira laughs, tone drastically different than the bright one he usually affects around campus.

"Don't be nervous. Let me see." You shake your head 'no' as best you can in the current circumstances, the movement prompting another wave of dizziness that has you tipping over into his sheets. "Aw, you can't even sit up right, can you? You need my help for that too?"

A choked sob escapes your lips, despite your best efforts, tears dripping down the side of your face and soaking the fabric. Bachira coos, condescending, and the bed dips under his weight where he sits beside you.

"Oh, you're crying! I bet you look real pretty like that, but I don't wanna take this off yet." He tugs at the hoodie around your arms, laughing when you try to drunkenly squirm away. "No, no, don't try to move. It hurts your head to move, doesn't it?"

When he doesn't speak again, you realize he's waiting for an answer. You sniffle. It does hurt your head when you try to move, leaves you feeling unsteady, swimmy.

"Yeah…" you whimper, embarrassed about how wrecked your voice sounds, even muffled. Bachira makes a noise of approval, one of his hands coming up to slowly push you onto your back.

"That's what I'm here for, 'kay? 'M gonna take care of you."

It sounds good, in this moment, to be taken care of. Everything you do gives you nothing but vertigo and discomfort, so it only makes sense to let Bachira do it for you, right?

Slowly, your legs unfold to lay flat against the bed, tears slowing down as your inebriated brain comes to terms with this new reality.

(Nevermind the fact that Bachira is a veritable stranger and has deliberately kept you in such a disadvantageous position. Your sober self weeps.)

"What a good boy," Bachira purrs. The words hit you unexpectedly, your cunt releasing a pulse of slick into your boxers and you whine, pressing your thighs together in attempts to get a little relief.

There's a pause, long enough for you to bite your lip, beating yourself up for making any noise at all — this isn't even sexual anyway, right? Why do you have to be such a freak?

"Ah," he sighs, hair audibly swishing as he shakes his head, effectively dislodging you from your thoughts. "I should've known praise would do it. You virgins are so predictable."

There's thinly veiled disappointment there and it rings in your ears, flooding you with mortification and a desire to defend yourself. To make yourself more appealing to the boy taking advantage of you.

"N-no. 'M not-a virgin." Your words, although slurred, ring clear to Bachira, but instead of assuaging you, he scoffs. The bed creaks as he shifts his weight around and you brace yourself, but you're still surprised when he flicks your hardened nipple through your shirt and binder, jolting against the sheets.

You can't defend yourself or cover your chest to prevent his attacks. He flicks the same nipple again while pinching the other, hard, and tears start welling up again, spilling over your cheeks. Bachira laughs meanly, pinching and plucking until your nubs are sore and throbbing, even beneath your layers.

"Not a virgin, huh? Then why're you so sensitive? No one touches you here?" He twists your abused skin and you howl, arching up into the touch in spite of the pain. "I don't like liars, y'know. I'm taking the time out of my night to take care of you, and all you're doing is being dishonest. That's rude, no?"

A shuddery cry eeks free from your lips, the cloth over your face almost entirely saturated with your tears. "I'm n-not lying."

Bachira hums derisively, before pushing your shirt and binder up, allowing your chest fat to spill free. He doesn't stop there, making quick work of the button on your jeans to yank them off over your shoes, leaving you in your boxers and sneakers. Exposed.

With your pants gone, you can feel how soaked you are. The flimsy crotch of your underwear clings to your folds and you're sure Bachira can see your dick pulsing where it stands hard and throbbing. You gasp, ashamed, and you snap your legs shut, trying to save whatever's left of your dignity, but Bachira doesn't let you.

He grabs your thighs and forces them open, the cool air and mandhandling sending another wave of arousal flooding out of you and dripping down to your ass. You're on display and, judging by the new lightness of the bed and the man-sized heat in between your legs, Bachira has the best view.

"Wh-what're you doin'?" you ask, voice shot and thready. In lieu of responding, Bachira hooks his hands beneath your calves and spreads your legs even wider, forcing the seam of your boxers harder against your cock. You can't help but moan, burying your face against your arm to quiet the noise a little more than the hoodie does.

Two of Bachira's knuckles brush against your lower lips and it tightens like a vice around nothing, leaking against his digits as if in greeting. "Such a greedy, sensitive pussy," he says reverently, breathless, "Girls don't get this wet. I'd assume it was the T, but this is all you, isn't it? Ha, you're gonna ruin my sheets."

A part of you preens at the comparison while the other thrashes, begging for freedom. Both parts fall silent when Bachira drags his hand up to thumb at the underside of your dick, the pleasure that ensues so sharp, it makes you shake, your orgasm suddenly a breath away.

You try to tilt your hips away, to save yourself the shame of coming from nothing, but his free hand holds you down at the waist while the other disappears entirely from your cunt.

The loss leaves you feeling both relieved and bereft. You sigh shakily, trying to catch your breath, but before you can —

SLAP!

The impact of Bachira's palm against your sopping cunt and cock sends you right over the edge. You convulse, nerves alight, as you cum and cum and cum, liquid squirting out of you and absolutely drenching the bedcovers below. It's an orgasm unlike anything you've ever had before, abrupt and intense, and by the time it's over, you've lost feeling in one of your hands and you're shivering.

"Fuck, that was hot. 'M so wet, I can't - I need —" Bachira sounds wrecked for the first time this entire night and if you were less cum-drunk (or drunk-drunk for that matter), you'd revel in the frantic way he wrenches your boxers off and to the floor, before his textured tongue is lapping at your hole, slurping up your cum.

As it stands though, you lie there limply, hips twitching beneath his ministrations. You moan pornographically every time he brushes against your dick, but it's always incidental. He's not trying to get you off — this is for him.

You cum again at this realization, a short burst of bliss as more cum dribbles out onto his awaiting tongue and Bachira groans at your taste, eating you like he's starving for it. It's so messy, between his spit and your slick, but that just makes the slide of his muscle easier through your folds, cleaning you of your essence.

Arousal coils at the base of your spine, wrapping around you and warming you from the waist up. All his transgressions forgotten in favor of this unmatched pleasure.

Your eyes roll back in your skull when he takes your cock into his mouth, all the way down to the root, hollowing his cheeks and sucking on it while his tongue traces his name on the underside. Your hips jerk from the overstimulation, from the sparks bursting behind your eyelids and pulsating in your pussy, but he doesn't let you move, both hands holding your hips firmly in place.

"B-Bachira - Meguru, I can't—" At the sound of his given name, Bachira pulls off your dick with a wet, suction noise, a gravelly noise wrenched from his chest. He slaps your cunt again and again, the wet sound reverberating through the room, and you sob, squirt shooting out of you as your hole spasms weakly.

"Ngh, you can, you can take it," he mewls, shoving three fingers into your still pulsating pussy, crooking them upwards and hitting your g-spot with insane precision, forcing more ejaculate from you.

It's so much — too much — and you nearly black out from the onslaught, your back arching like you're being exorcised as he fingers you within an inch of your life.

His thumb comes up to circle your cock and you wail, body trying to curl in on itself, legs attempting to close around his arm. Bachira just pushes your legs back open and you're reminded of his strength, of how he's able to push you around, manuever you however he feels like, forcing you through orgasm after orgasm until you're just a shell of yourself.

You cum again on his fingers, drenching his hand all the way up to his wrist, before he pulls out with a squelch. He laughs, but the sound is strained, tight. Distracted.

Your brain has completely leaked out of your ears, sober self bludgeoned over the head and quiet, so you can't figure out why. Distantly, your subconcious registers the sounds of a belt clinking, a zipper, and fabric hitting the ground, but they're hazy and far away. You can't put the pieces together, you're so thoroughly wrung out, floating away.

A large hand spreads your legs again and you whine discontentedly, the fog you'd found yourself in threatening to slip away. Bachira shushes you as the bed dips and the hand leaves your thigh, only to start tugging at the hoodie surrounding you.

You've grown accustomed to the darkness, so when it starts to lift, you panic, trying to thrash, to turn away, to make your discomfort known, but you can barely move, all the fight drained out of you. Instead, you squeeze your eyes shut at the last second before light floods your vision, making you groan, barely dried tear tracks cracking at the corners.

"Shh," Bachira whispers, strung-out, his hands bringing your arms back down to your sides. Your shoulders throb where they were held above your head for what felt like hours, a shaky sigh slipping through your parted lips.

You melt back into the sheets, exhaustion setting in, but then your legs are spread again, pressed up against your chest. Your cunt is tacky, cock peeking out of your puffy folds even now and Bachira whimpers, rubbing his thumb against your tip.

"No, no, no, no," you shake your head, ignoring the dizziness that ensues in favor of protesting. "No more, I can't."

Even as you say it, your legs fall open more of their own volition, giving him more access which he takes greedily. A new sensation descends upon your pussy — something dripping, swollen, and throbbing presses against you.

It's so unfamiliar, you wrench your eyes open, blinking away the tears and bleariness to see Bachira completely naked and red-faced, dragging his cunt against yours.

You moan outright at the image, your eyes darting over every ounce of bared skin — from his broad shoulders to his small waist, top surgery scars shiny from healing and begging for your mouth, all the way down to his fat little cock, framed by his curly, heart-shaped bush and emerging from his positively soaked pussy.

He's so fucking beautiful. You want him to cum.

Bachira notices your wandering eyes and shoots you a cocky smile, but it doesn't carry the same weight when his mouth drops open on a gasp as your dicks rub together just right. (You're not much better, biting your lip to stave off an embarrassingly loud moan.)

"L-look who decided to join t-the party! Mmf, fuck — you're gonna make me cum~" he lilts, voice breaking when you roll your hips up to meet his. Strings of slick connect the both of you, smacking suction sounds resounding as his frotting picks up speed.

You watch on enraptured, your own building orgasm taking a backseat to watching Bachira get his. His mouth drops open, eyes fluttering to half mast as he pushes his folds in between yours like a french kiss, cocks catching on every other pass.

You've never done this before — rubbed against someone else, gasping when his nub notches against your entrance on one particularly long grind — but now you never want to stop.

Remembering you have arms again makes you light up, reaching for his ass to drag him more firmly against you, the action making his pussy leak all over your dick and pulling a soft moan from his chest.

"C'mon, use me," you encourage, your words breaking off into a choked groan when the undersides of your lengths rub against each other. You keep him there, pulsing your hips against his to prolong the feeling, that coil winding tighter and tighter.

Bachira shakes his head in disbelief, laughing, breath hitching as he leans over you, changing the angle to one where you see stars. Drool leaks out the corner of your lips and you rut mindlessly, every stroke sending sparks flying up and down your spine, and you know it won't be long for either of you.

"S-shit, fuck, fuck —" Bachira cums first with a quiet groan of your name, cut off by him sinking his teeth into your neck. Blinding pain creates starbursts in your vision, but you don't care, not when you can feel the way he soaks your pussy, his squirt and slick drowning your pubes, his cock throbbing against yours.

His hips twitch against yours as he rides out his orgasm and that does it for you, cumming against him so hard you shake, garbling out something like thank you, before you collapse.

Your movement dislodges Bachira's teeth from your neck and he sighs contentedly, rolling onto his sheets at your side. Neither of you speak for a long moment, chests heaving, until you start slipping into unconciousness, your body finally shutting down.

This means you don't notice how Bachira tucks himself up against your back and looks down at your sleeping face, his eyebrows furrowed, oddly vulnerable. It means you don't notice the way he lightly traces your body with his fingertips, pulling your binder and tank down in a belated, uncharacteristic display of respect. It means you don't notice the way Bachira runs his fingers through your bush appreciatively, before pushing two of his fingers past your spent cock and into your hole, hooking them up and leaving them there for you to warm.

It means you don't see how quickly Meguru drops off after that, soothed by your proximity and warmth, despite the fact that falling asleep with his bedwarmers just isn't something he does.

(You'd thought before that Bachira wasn't capable of love, but when you wake up the next morning to clean sheets, your favorite breakfast, his glittering eyes, a genuine smile, and a vibrator pressed to the tip of your cock as he kisses the scabbing imprint of his teeth in your shoulder —

you think you might've been wrong.)

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darklucielle · 18 days ago

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Be Quiet, Idiot.

tripleS Chaewon x tripleS Hayeon POV

Tags: WLW, Lesbian, Dorm Sex, Fingering, Bathroom sex

Enjoy life they say. I'm enjoying it by flirting girls and not really taking it seriously. I'm became known for being a playgirl in the all girls school. To be honest, I couldn't remember how many girls that I kissed and sexually satisfied.

I really thought I could live this kind of life for long until I met Chaewon. A transferred student who's made my heart skipped a beat. Sounds cringe but it's true. Chaewon has something that other girls doesn't.

Seems like fate is real. Chaewon is living in a dorm with me and other two girls. Our bedroom has two double deck beds. At last, our dorm is finally full and also I can get your heart. No matter what.

There's times when I tried to flirt, she gets shy and pushing me away. We bicker A LOT. Got to know what's her likes and dislikes, Pretty sure I'm between it. Probably yeah.

The thing is... I don't give up. Giving up is not on my vocabulary. Chaewon is my goal. I'm determined to get her even If I have to do it in hard way.

Tonight, I asked Chaewon that if we can lay down on her bed together while listening to some songs. I can tell that she have doubts about it. I pushed my agenda that we're just listening to music until we fall asleep. She finally agreed.

I snuggled into her side. Our faces are few inch close. She tried your best not to look at me. She's so damn cute! We started listening to songs on my phone using my earbuds that we shared one each.

After a while, I slowly snaked my hand under her pyjama pants. I felt her body tensed, she opens her eyes, directly looking at me.

"Hey! What are you doing!"

I didn't respond. Instead I continue worked my fingers under her panties until I cupped her mound. Slowly and gently traced up and down at her clit.

My fingers deftly danced along her slick folds, expertly teasing the sensitive nub at her core. The pressure built quickly, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her hips bucked instinctively against my probing digits, seeking more friction. But I held firm, silencing her moans with my palm pressed firmly over her lips.

"Shhh... Be Quiet, Idiot. Don't make so much noise." I whispered huskily, my breath hot against her ear. "We wouldn't want the others to hear, now would we?" My voice was laced with dark promise as I continued to work her clit with deliberate slowness, each stroke designed to drive her closer to the edge without letting her rest.

The slimy feeling of her wet clit that coats my fingers definitely make me wanna do more than just fingering her. I claimed her soft lips in a searing kiss. Chaewon whimpered into the kiss, her body arching up to press against mine. The heat between us was palpable, a tangible force that seemed to crackle in the air. My tongue delved past Chaewon's lips, exploring the warm cavern of her mouth with bold strokes. She tasted faintly of strawberries, sweet and intoxicating.

My other hand roamed Chaewon's curves possessively, mapping out every dip and swell. I hooked my fingers in the hem of Chaewon's shirt, slowly peeling it upwards to reveal the smooth expanse of her stomach. Cool air kissed Chaewon's heated skin, making her shiver and gasp into the kiss.

Breaking the kiss, I sat back. Drinking in the sight of Chaewon sprawled beneath me like an offering. My gaze raked over Chaewon's exposed midriff, lingering on the underside of her perky breasts that peeks under her rolled up shirt. A slow, wicked smile curved my lips as she reached out to trace one finger along the soft curve of her breast.

"You know..." I murmured, my voice low and sultry. "I've been wanting to do this for so long. To have you spread out before me, all mine to explore." My hand fully groped Chaewon's breast under her shirt. "Tell me, Chaewon-ah, do you want this too?"

Chaewon's breath hitched, her chest rising and falling rapidly as my finger is maddeningly rolling around her sensitive nipple.

"I... I don't know.. we shouldn't..." She managed to gasp out, even as her body betrayed her true desires. Her nipples hard and stiffen under my skilled touch, Chaewon's hands fisted in the sheets, torn between pushing me away and continue doing this risky thing.

The air between us was thick with tension, heavy with the weight of unspoken want.

My eyes flashed with triumph at Chaewon's breathy protest, knowing I had her right where I wanted her - desperate and wanting, yet still clinging to the last threads of restraint. Slowly, deliberately, I leaned down until my lips brushed the shell of Chaewon's ear.

"Shouldn't we?" I breathed, my words sending shivers down Chaewon's spine. "Or maybe... you just need someone to show you how good it can be. To make you forget about all those silly reasons why we shouldn't."

As if to punctuate my point, My fingers that keeps rubbing her clit inserts inside of her slowly. My lips found Chaewon's nipple, circling the stiff peak with maddening precision of my tongue.

A choked moan escaped Chaewon's lips as my fingers continued doing it's magic on her sensitive flesh, the dual sensations of sending jolts of electricity straight to her core. Her hips rolled involuntarily, seeking friction, as the last of her resistance began to crumble.

"Hy-Hayeon-ah..." She panted, her voice thready with need. "Keep... doing it. Please..."

Even as she spoke, Chaewon's hands came up to tangle in my hair, holding me close. Her body arched into my touch, silently begging for more despite her hesitant words.

Chaewon's eyes fluttered shut as she struggled to stifle her cries, her body trembling beneath my skilled touch. The forbidden nature of our tryst only heightened her arousal, every nerve ending alight with need. She could feel her climax building, a coiling tension deep within her belly that threatened to snap at any moment.

Just as she teetered on the brink, I abruptly withdrew her fingers, leaving Chaewon aching and empty. Before she could protest, I puts my fingers into my mouth as I sucked it infront of her. "You eat too much strawberries, Darling. Your pussy taste the same." I shifted position, straddling Chaewon's waist and pinning her down with my knees. Our faces is just an inch apart, My smoldering gaze locked onto Chaewon's flushed cheeks.

"Here.. Taste it from my lips." I purred, leaning in to capture Chaewon's parted lips in a searing kiss. Felt her hands on my shoulders as she tries to push me away. Until she became responsive of my kisses. My tongue invades and tasting every inch of her mouth.

Whatever I do, Chaewon repeats. Our slimy tongues playing along. I sucked hers, she sucked mine. I lifted off her shirt, exposing her topless body at my hungry sight.

I started plants wet kisses on her neck. Sucking and bites her pulse point that made Chaewon squeal. She guides me down to her aching sex. Slowly and teasingly pulled down her pyjama pants. Every inch of Chaewon's naked body makes me wanna worship it.

"What else do you want, Chaewon? Say it."

"Stop teasing me... Eat me out already!" She shouts. She's shocked at her own words

"You didn't say the magic word."

"P-Please... Just do it already! Goddamn it!"

I smirked then proceeds to lick her wet cunt. Playfully nibbled it and sucking it gently. It made her back arched off the bed.

"Oh my God! Yes... Yes... More..."

Her arousal fills my senses. At this point, I lose my mind as lust takes over my whole being. I devour her wet cunt like a hungry predator in the wild.

"F... UCK! Oh shit.. oh shit.. oh shit..."

Saw her covering her own mouth as her other hand grips tight at my hair. She grinds herself into my hardworking mouth. Trying to get that delicious friction.

My hands went upwards to pinch her nipples. Creating an unbelievable sensation shooting at her nerves.

"Oh god... I can feel it. I'm almost there!"

I redoubled my efforts. "Let it go, Chaewon. I want to taste you."

"I'm.. I'm gonna...." She let out a loud muffled moan. Her whole body is twitching as her squirt gushed into my mouth. I keep lapping and swallowing it. Not wasting a single drop of her precious essense.

I keep doing it until her cunt is wiped clean. I looked up to her with a smirk. "You enjoyed it, aren't you?"

She opens her eyes widely as she looks at me. I saw her blushing hard. She covers herself using a blanket. "N-No! Shut up! There's no way I enjoyed this.."

I chuckled. "Alright then. Whatever you say so." Leans to her ear. "This won't be the last time we're doing this, Chaewon."

Before she can even react, I kissed her lips once more then I went to my upper bed. Leaving her in dazed and sexually spent. I slept with a huge smile on my face.

Two days later...

Nationwide heat wave starts. That caused our school to suspend classes for a few days to avoid getting heat stroke or whatever in this hot weather.

Me and Chaewon are stucked in our dorm. Other two are part of the swimming club. Tsk! They're lucky that they don't have to suffer from this hellish heat.

Even my portable fan isn't enough to cool me down. Chaewon keeps fanning herself. I noticed her face and neck glistering from sweat. Saw a sweatdrop slowly rolls down along her neck.

I don't know if this is the effect of hot weather or I'm just thristy of Chaewon's body. It's been days since that night.

"Hey.." I called out. "Shall we shower together? I couldn't stand this shitty heat like we're burning alive here."

It made her eyebrow arched up. Obviously thinking that showering together is a ridiculous idea. "Showering together for what? To see me naked and get advantaged by you again just like that night? Hell NO."

"Of course not." I lied smoothly, my tone innocent despite the sinful intent burning in my eyes. "I just think it would be nice to share the experience, you know? Get each other clean and refreshed."

I stood up from the couch, extending a hand to her. She sighed then reached out to hold my hand. As we walked side by side to the bathroom, I couldn't resist sneaking glances at Chaewon's swaying hips, the damp patch of sweat on the front of her shirt a tantalizing reminder of what was to come.

Once inside the steamy bathroom, I quickly shed my clothes, revealing my toned sweaty physique. I turned on the shower, adjusting the temperature until the water was just right. As the spray cascaded down, I beckoned Chaewon in with a crooked finger.

"Come here, Darling." I purred, my gaze roaming appreciatively over Chaewon's naked form as she stepped beneath the spray. The water droplets clung to Chaewon's skin, accentuating every curve and hollow.

Wrapped my arms around Chaewon, savoring the feel of slick skin against skin. My hand slid down to grab a loofah, dipping it in the soap before beginning to lather Chaewon's back.

"This feels wonderful... right?" I asked. I take my time to appreciate Chaewon's body coated with soapy bubbles.

Chaewon let out a contented sigh as my soapy hands glided over her back, the gentle scrubbing sending pleasant tingles across her skin. She leaned into my embrace, enjoying the closeness despite still having awkwardness.

"It does" she agreed, her voice soft and relaxed. "Your touch always seems to know exactly where to go to make me feel good."

As I continued to work the loofah over her shoulders and down her spine. My thoughts inevitably drifted to our previous encounter. I could still recall the electric thrill of Chaewon's submission, the way Chaewon's body had responded with such fervor to every touch, every kiss.

I smiled as I felt Chaewon's body respond to my ministrations, the subtle shifts in posture and breathing betraying her arousal. I took my time washing Chaewon's back, letting the soap suds trickle down the slope of her hips before smoothing them away.

"You're so responsive," I murmured, my lips grazing the shell of Chaewon's ear. "I love seeing you lose control like that. It makes me want to push you even further, see just how far you'll let me go."

My hands moved lower, palms skimming over the globes of Chaewon's ass before squeezing gently. My own desire was building, my nipples hardening against Chaewon's back as I imagined all the ways I could claim her body again.

Chaewon's breath caught in her throat as my hands continues to caressed her rear. Saw her biting her lip, trying to stifle a moan as my fingers dug in slightly, massaging the firm flesh.

"Hayeon..." she whimpered. "We shouldn't...not here, not while we're showering..."

But even as she protested, Chaewon's hips subtly ground back against my hand, craving more of that delicious pressure. My own arousal was mounting, the heat between my thighs intensifying with each passing moment.

I chuckled low in my throat, the sound vibrating against Chaewon's back as I continued to tease and tempt her. I knew full well that Chaewon was weakening, that the desire simmering between us was becoming impossible to ignore.

"Oh, but we are showering," I purred, my free hand reaching around to palm Chaewon's dripping sex. "And showers are meant for getting dirty, don't you think?"

I rubbed Chaewon's clit in slow, deliberate circles, feeling the woman's juices coat my fingers. My own arousal was evident, my erect nipples brushing against Chaewon's back as I pressed my body closer.

"Let go, Chaewon-ah," I urged, my voice a husky whisper in her ear. "Give in to what you really want."

I turned her around to face me and pinned down into the shower wall. Claims her lips in a deep and hungry kiss. I felt Chaewon's arms wrapped around my waist as she responds well to my kiss.

Breaking the kiss, I looked into Chaewon's glazed eyes, Reflecting the same raw hunger. Without a word, I guided Chaewon's hand to my slick folds, encouraging her to explore the wet heat between us.

"Touch me," I breathed, my voice thick with need. "Feel how much I want you."

Chaewon obeyed, her fingers delving into my welcoming depths. The contrast of temperatures - cold water, warm skin, and the pulsing heat of our core - was intoxicating. She curled her fingers, seeking out that special spot that would make me moan.

"That's it," I gasped, my hips bucking into Chaewon's touch. "Just like that...make me come undone."

Our fingers danced in tandem, each stroke and circle perfectly timed to send shockwaves of pleasure through our bodies. The erotic symphony of moans and gasps filled the steamy bathroom, punctuated by the rhythmic pounding of the cold water against the tiles.

I captured Chaewon's lips in another searing kiss, my tongue delving deep to tangle with hers. The sensation of our nipples pressing together, hard and aching, only heightened the tension coiling within us.

I felt the telltale flutter in Chaewon's cunt, signaling her impending orgasm. I redoubled my efforts, pumping my fingers faster as I sought to push her over the edge alongside with me.

"Yes, Chaewon, yes!" I cried out, my voice echoing off the wet surfaces. "Right there, don't stop...I'm going to... come so hard for you!" my declaration dissolved into a ragged moan as my climax crashed over me. My inner walls clenched tightly around Chaewon's fingers, the rhythmic contractions milking my orgasm for all its worth.

Chaewon felt my body shudder against her, the intense pleasure triggering her own release. She ground her clit harder against my fingers, crying out as waves of ecstasy washed through her.

At last, We clung to each other, riding out the aftershocks of our shared bliss. Water continued to rain down upon us, but neither of us paid it any heed, lost in the aftermath of our passionate encounter.

"I fucking.... hate you." Her words made me giggle. "I know."

I pulled myself back to look at her flushed face. She's still catching her breath. I gently kissed her forehead.

"I love you."

"Are you serious?"

"Yes, I am. I'm tired of playing around. This time, I'll be serious.. for you. For us."

-End-

#female idol smut #gxg smut #triples smut #kim chaewon #jeong hayeon #girl group smut #kpop smut

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basedonconjecture · 3 months ago

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🎂 birthday fic rec exchange 🥳

yes, I will continue being obnoxious about my stuff elsewhere. but! my real birthday gift to me is spreading my agenda uh propaganda no no I mean the good news of really great fic written by talented people who have all, in some form or fashion, even if you didn't know it until now, kept me in the DA fandom much longer than I expected to be.

So! In the spirit of exchange and ✨fandom positivity✨, I bring you these offerings, then YOU (and I do mean you, if you’re seeing this, idc if you follow me or not or if you're already on this list do it anyway):

read all at least one

leave kudos and a nice comment

reblog with your own rec for ME (can be your own if you want! don’t be shy~)

we all profit

Easy peasy :) I have approximately 6 weeks of extra free time so get to recc’ing 👏 👏

the recs✨

amore amargo by @bygonesigh - E-rated Rookanis, sex-pollen-but-it’s-poison fic! Rook and Lucanis go to steal some ingredients for a sleep draught and accidentally get poisoned instead~

underneath the skin there’s a human by @complikatedd - post-Minrathous vs Treviso choice, canon genfic, emotional hurt/comfort Rookanis feat. my fave, Zita ‘Noodle’ de Riva.

the last train to nowhere - M-rated cowboy/western davrook au by the one & only @thedissonantverses whose other fics I also recommend but this one is new and very easy to get caught up on and has cowboy!davrin so dooooo it

prophets & promises - E-related Cullavellan longfic that I am invested in seeing in it’s entirety, so if you could all go implore (very nicely, very gently) @mythals-whore to post the rest of it, I would be eternally grateful (I bet you thought it would be her davrook longfic that I’m obsessed with and you should also read. well 😏)

considerations by @dymme - t-rated Emmrook!! From the tags: ‘the slightest bit of angst that is immediately resolved, they’re both besotted old fools’ emphasis on besotted dldjsjdjg it’s very sweet and funny and I will adore Maggs forever and ever and ever 🫶

spite isekai (ie., modern demon in thedas) by @ofcrowsanddragons - M-rated Lucanis & Spite fit that IS very clever and very fun and very hard to describe succinctly but you should all read it (and you should all also be reading their gothic horror pre-canon rookanis fic bc it's excellent)

weird forks and other concerns of modern assassins by @hyperions-light - M-rated modern thedas AU about the very messy and complicated relationships and weird power dynamics between Crows. Leth is v fun and so, so messy.

getting into trouble series by @biowaredisasterbisexual - series of Neverook one shots featuring the best Disaster Rook this side of Thedas — and it's finished now and I need to catch up on it and you all need to get in on the Disaster Rook lore right nowwwwwww

it will come back by @mageofquandrix - Cullen/f!Trevelyan gen fic feat. a trans Trevelyna that is very sweet and lovely friends-to-lovers after some distance.

not a date by @propenseverbosity - T-rated demi4demi Rookanis that reimagines the first coffee date as a very sweet coming out conversation between Lucanis and Rook. 'semi-romantic knife exchange' is perhaps my new favorite tag

all the pieces at play by @introvertedfangrl - this is a tbr rec, admittedly, bc I am very behind on reading but multi-chapter multirook fic!!! It's such a fascinating idea and it deserves more attention ok ok ok

where the heart is by @flowersforthemachines - M-rated pre-canon lore fic of one Ghilasara Thorne that more people need to read and I stand by that. I demand more oc x oc content in this fandom, actually. Go read it right now.

bellara's doing alright by @skullypettibone - T-rated mad scientist Bellara fic feat. Bellario <33 I feckin love the way Skully writes them, they're so sweet and real with a side order of also being very funny to boot.

#and I *do* mean everyone who sees this post #give me the gift of your writing!!#I will likely prioritize recs from mutuals only bc I miss a lot of things if I'm not tagged (and even then)#but I do intend to read as much as I can ok ok ok #do this for me #fandom positivity #fic recs #editing just to add that my birthday is not until friday but i'm doing this now bc i want to

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cac2simsafam · 10 days ago

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Y'know what imma give some thoughts about the dancestors , this will mostly just be me ranting with no context bc if I have to see ONE more shitty dancestors post I'm going to loose my mind

first off " they're not called the dancestors they're called the alpha trolls-" SHUT UUUUUP. SHUT. THE FUCK. UP. I will call them whatever I want.

- if I see one more 'Damara did nothing wrong' I am going to kill someone . Damara **not** a good person , even ignoring / justifying blatant sexual harrasment , she killed Tinkerbull , a completelt innocent animal and tortured him after death , because it was Rufioh's pet . Like genuinely ***even if*** you wanna justify her sexualy harrasing all the other dancestors as a torture method because 3 of them practically tag-teamed her mental health until she snapped and noone else did anything to stop it? Sure , fucking be my guest . Tinkerbull did NOTHING to deserve this , and her insistance on torturing the thing just really shows that it's not about holding people accountable or anything like that . at best it's lashing out at the people who wronged her and ***everything*** associated with them , she deosn't care if it means hurting 'innocent' people , it's just about hurting , everything.

- Rufioh , is an interesting character , and I am SO TIRED of everyone only talking about him in relation to Damara , like is it really that hard to ACTUALLY READ THE TEXT??? It is , but I think if your whole shtick is about having read openbound then you should actually , y'know , read openbound . Anyways Rufioh is an insanely underrated character even by dancestor standards which is impressive , they have so much (2) interesting things about them , how they relate to tavros with the themes of self esteem and inability to act just with a different , better made fascade . On how hard it is for them to end things , to not bend over backwards and let themself go into terrible situations , eventually resulting in him causing great pain to both himself and the people he was close to . It's really interesting to me

- god why does everyone have to interperet Mituna in one of 2 extremes? It's always either a baby cinnamon role or an edgy sex-and-racial-slurs-loving punk boy , and they are both right and wrong . like yeah Mituna isn't a child , they what they're doing , that is not their problem . but no they aren't a girlboss either , they apologyse more times than probably all the other dancestors together , they constantly 2nd-guessing itself . They are just generaly a mess a that is why their characyer works .

- Kankri is godtier . I wholeheartedly believe that at this point , like this beliefe has (almost) no basis whatsoever , but like , it's cool and poetic and shit . Also unrelated but I think it's interesting how both Karkat and Kankri are extremely interested in how everything ***looks*** like they Karkat out of the need to always clarify what they mean behind everything they do give a false impression they're doing something they aren't , and Kankri is overly obseesed with how individuals make a group look which leads them to bigotry against individuals who it thinks "hold a group back"

- ...yeah I have literally nothing whatsoever to say about meulin . Other than I guesss.. I think it's really interesting how detached she feels . Like her talking about shipping and pairing what to her is real people , it's ... jarring , in a good way , and I wish that dissosiation was explored further

- I think people Porrim as way more reasonable of a person than she actually is , she finds almost every single chance she can to spread her own agenda , it's not as bad as Kankri but it *is* still very much there and becomes extremely arguementative with people who are for the most part on her side so idk , she's not nearly as bad as other characters but I don't think her charcter and arguments should be taken uncritically like they ofden do

- it's really funny to me how the comic has to basically scream at you "HEY!!!! LATULA IS INDECURE!!!!!! DO YOU GET IT?????" for her to not come off as just a normal person who does what she does because she likes it . Maybe I just have poor reading comprehention idk

- and just when I thought "Damara did nothing wrong" couldn't get any worse , I get "Aranea did nothing wrong" .... . Aranea is not a good person . she is not a reasonable person , she isn't morally grey , she isn't misunderstood . She isn't justifiable in the same way Damara is . There are people I saw who read Aranea's villain arc as happening out of desperation for relevanc people to listen to her , which I think horribly misses the point of her character . Nothing she does in A6A6I2 is out of compassion or even the grater good . Everything she does in there is to become a childish idolized version of herself who is straight up a horrible person and live out her own power fantasy where she and onmy she does everything important , which in order to atchieve she is willing to: Turn people into living wepons against their will , murder anyone and everyone , borderline SA someone , rob people of their free will , and so on . Her death in GAME OVER isn't cathartic , it's not impactful and I like it that way . Having a character who almost irreversably ruined an entire universe in a quest for relevance die an almost meaningless death ..... that is the sauce I love

- Horrus is wierd to me . On one hand he's a good example of a Page that pishes through and despite everything becomes something he isn't at the cost of never really unlocking their potential , ie an active page . on the other hand said "something they aren't" is plural and therian , and it's so obviously meant as a dig at these groups it kinda mudfies their character for me .

- Kurloz is a hularious character to me , like on one hand they have this mysterious facsade of a mysterious clown that knows everything and they these big fancy letters and all , but then they talk to Gamzee who just destroys that whole perception it's like "Hey bro I gave you the cod piece , now let us celebrate in blood our angel of double death will bring as the awesome motherfuckin bros we-" "shut the fuck up and give me the cod piece already" priceless

- I am of the opinion that we should introduce Cronus to Kanaya's Chainsaw :)

- Meenah is uhhhhh , meenah , it's funny how much she cares about worthless money and fish puns ig , idk she's interesting but I'm not really sure how

Yeah this is all I have to say

#homestuck #dancestors #alpha trolls #damara megido #rufioh nitram #mituna captor #kankri vantas #meulin leijon #porrim maryam #latula pyrope #aranea serket #horrus zahhak #kurloz makara #cronus ampora #meenah peixes

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kairismess · 2 years ago

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just let him adore you. — atsumu miya x reader

🎧 song inspo: adore you by harry styles.

🏐 genre: fluffiness with a good brew of coffee ~

✒️ word count: 1,006

💭 summary: atsumu could never move on from the one who made his heart skip a beat at first glance, he held you in his heart, even after six years, for him to grab this very opportunity to tell you how he really feels.

🍥 author's note: time to spread the harry styles agenda (i'm so late to the party)

it was one sunny morning at the local cafe atsumu frequented, there was nothing out of the ordinary that day–just the same, average routine for the pro volleyball player, when he wasn't being noticed in public, that is. he was surprisingly very good at being lowkey, especially at the one place he found the most relaxation at.

on that day, that day when the light, feathery clouds let the sun's warm rays seem through it–he was greeted by the voice of someone who sounded familiar by the counter. he turned his head to see his old classmate from high school, smiling up at him, wearing that usually mundane, boring uniform of the cafe, that looked a thousand times prettier now that you were wearing it.

he's cheeks went flushed without him realizing it, and his honey colored pupils dilated as his lips parted, his mouth hung a little open. he tried to compose himself after you called out to him again, smiling still, and he shook his head, coughing a bit. "ah, yeah, um... can i get a, uh..." he stammered, unsure now of what his usual even was anymore because: one, you didn't usually take his order–and two, it was you who was going to take his order.

you, the exchange student that ended up in his class and brightened his uneventful days up with the small hint of your smile–you, who sat next to him in class and beat him to greeting you first–you, whose pretty strawberry lipstick always made your lips shine and appear glossier, and always had a sort of colorful way of looking at and doing things.

with you, atsumu always felt like he was in a rainbow state of paradise. but today, unfortunately, it felt like today he was stuck at one end of the rainbow spectrum at a time, since... you probably didn't recognize him–and, even if you did, he wasn't sure if you'd even remember him.

well, no harm in starting over again, he thought to himself as he finally got his order out to you and you went right to work at punching his order in and making it. atsumu really felt like his usual today would be a lot more flavorful than his ordinary 'usual', because today, the first person to ever make his heart beat a tiny bit more was going to make it.

"so... ya been 'ere long?" he asked you with a partially confident smile as he watched you brew his drink. you chuckled and responded that, no, you hadn't been working here for long–you'd barely been here for a month, actually. atsumu nodded as he watched you pour in the rest of the contents of his drink, mixing them up into a beautiful slurry of shades and lights. "for a rookie, y'sure are great at this whole coffee makin' thing." you smiled at his compliment. "and... you sure are nice, mister." you complimented him back, making him blush and smile wider.

atsumu snickered as he leaned over on the counter as he watched you cover his drink and began to write his order down. "alright, um, your name, sir?" "you first." he teases, grinning sneakily, making you laugh a little at how smooth he was. you pointed to your name tag and giggled. "right here." "i know, but... there's somethin' real pretty about ya and yer name, i wanna hear what it's like for ya to introduce yerself ta me, if it ain't too much ta ask for." he admitted, blushing a little as his eyes shone even more staring up at you with a wide smile on his blushing face.

you gave in and introduced yourself to him, and atsumu repeated your name, as if to take in the fact that, indeed, you were the one that made his heart patter all those six years ago–with the same way you carried yourself and said your name, how your eyes gleamed with a darling innocence and brightness to them, and how you always seemed to catch his heartstrings and squeeze his heart in all the right places to make him love you so, so much more the more you two talked and casually spent time together.

"alright, well... tsum." "tsum?" you asked him, feeling as though you've heard that name before, somewhere in a chapter of your past that you could kind of but not wholly remember. atsumu nodded. "spell it however ya want, i ain't that uptight 'bout it." he spoke, trusting you that you'd remember him well enough, even just barely, to spell his name the way you always did–because you gave him that nickname, 'tsum', and he grew to love it ever since, because... you gave him that name when you two became friends.

"this may be strange, tsum, but... i feel like i know you from somewhere." you confessed, feeling a bit awkward and shy. atsumu chuckled and thanked you for the drink, his long, calloused fingers brushing against your own when he received the drink. "well... so do i, actually." "really?" "i think... i've seen ya in m'dreams before." he teased, which was semi-true, he had occasionally dreamt of you here and there after graduation, wondering if you two would ever meet again.

it surprised him how calm he was, seeing the first person he ever truly loved right before him–and though he was always confused about what exactly he felt about you back then since he was so young and unsure... he knows how he really feels now, and he couldn't be any happier to feel it again and see you, be with you in the very cafe he loved visiting.

he doesn't mind how long it takes, he doesn't need you to love him, you don't have to say anything to fill the silence with him or say you're his when you two are starting out again–he'd gladly walk through fire for you, he'd do any and everything for you... just let him adore you. it's all he'll ever do, and all he's ever done.

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twirlingsmilingwriting · 2 years ago

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Tolerate It pt. 3 || Young! Coriolanus Snow X reader

"Took this dagger in me and removed it, gained the weight of you then lose it... If its all in my head tell me now. Tell me I've got it wrong somehow, I know my love should be celebrated but you tolerate it"

You don't need to read pt 1 to understand what is happening but if you want to ITS HERE

Part two is a little necessary but you'll prob catch on. Part two HERE

TLDR: Truly feeling like the luckiest person alive when your former classmate and short-term boyfriend asked you to marry him. Not even a year into the marriage and also a year into his presidency does the original love and admiration you felt for him start to dissipate. You can't help but feel trapped and tricked into a marriage in which he may have never loved you to begin with.

Warnings: Angst, Love-Bombing, marriage, gender ambiguous reader, typical snow tags (manipulation), alcohol, alluding to sexual acts but not described, kissing, unclear motives, crying, death, the reader being so delulu and manipulated omg, slight classism, self unaliving, blood

WORD COUNT: 7k

A/N: This is a dialogue-heavy one. Lots of yappin today y'all. Also a LOT and I mean a LOT darker than the others. I POSTED THIS LAST NIGHT BUT FORGOT TO PUT ANY TAGS SO I GOTTA REPOST IT

The morning light peered through the curtains of our bedroom ever so slightly, just enough that I could feel the warmth on my nose. I scrunched my face and squirmed under the covers. It wasn't until I felt the weight of his body move from beside me and get out of bed, that I reached my arm out for Coriolanus just to be greeted with nothing. I fluttered my eyes open and looked over. I watched intently while he threw on some clothes. God, he was gorgeous. Strikingly blond curls bouncing while he moved, his toned body with broad shoulders, a thin waist, those blue eyes and sharp jaw, he was so stunning. I love my husband so much. I whispered a quick 'good morning' to him and all he could do was hum in response. I sat up in the bed and used the sheet to cover myself up.

"Where are you going, Darling?"

"I have some business to attend to. You wouldn't understand, my beautiful empty head."

Aww. He called me beautiful. He gave me a quick glance before heading out and slamming the door behind him. I got out of bed and scoured the room for something decent to put on. Clothes from the night before had been scattered and I knew I'd have to add laundry to today's agenda. I picked up a white silk shirt from atop the dress and I threw the shirt over my head, I let out a soft sigh, looking over at myself in the tall gold mirror taking note of the smudged makeup and eyeliner that had dried in blackened streaks down my face from last night's tears. Tiny hickies decorated my neck and collarbones and I couldn't stop the smile that spread on my face from the joy I felt from Coriolanus claiming me as his. Gratitude is the best way I can describe the feeling. I am married to the most powerful man in Panem. What could I have done to deserve this?

Our relationship got rocky sometimes, yes, but he was just busy. I can't help but blame myself for how he was treating me after we got married. To be fair, he did just become president. I can't even imagine how stressful that must've been for him. It made sense why it felt like he had no time for me. Last night he admitted he never even knew I felt so neglected, it must've been my fault. Clearly, he loves me right?

Last night, I felt so loved, the way he kissed me and wrapped his arms around me, his aroma filled my senses. He loves me so much, if he didn't he wouldn't be showing me off to a whole nation of people right?

I kept asking myself for reassurance, but I had my answer, no one just marries someone they don't love.

Right?

Of course, he does. I remember when it started, it was real, so real. He's just been so tired these past few months. He has his reasons and I should understand that I can't be so selfish to be in his life taking up too much space and time. I am lucky for the sentences I will get in the story of a monumental man. Looking in the mirror of the vanity, I took a deep breath and smiled in contentment. My eyes continued to scan the display. The vanity was a white desk and drawer set with a large and extravagant mirror outlined with gold. I had hand-painted vines of ivy on the wood. The desk had makeup and my rose-scented perfume. Honestly, I always preferred fruity and sweet scents but Coryo loves it more when I smell like roses. My fingers tapped the delicate glass bottle before I placed it back down and walked to the window to look over the garden where we had the party last night.

Tables were still set up and cups littered the lawn. I giggled a little bit, remembering the fun people were having dancing around the area without a care in the world. There was always a certain type of peace that came after parties when everyone left. Similar to nostalgia where it's that strong sense of bliss but also a certain emptiness that comes from the drop from high emotions and energy to nothingness. Still, the memories of the fun of last night came back to me. A few men dressed in white peacekeeper uniforms started to file into the area and I cocked an eyebrow up in confusion. They must be coming to clean up the trash. My eyes followed them.

That's when I saw it.

The body of a tall man with ginger hair lay lifeless on his back on the stone pathway of the garden. It was the same man that I had talked with last night, Curtis. His eyes were rolled back into his head and speckles of blood could be seen on the corners of his mouth. A cup was held loosely in his hand. I gasped and my jaw hung low in shock. How could this have happened? Did he choke on something? Got into a fight? The peacekeepers started to harshly pick up his body and filed him out. Did Coryo know about this? The blood quickly left my face and I felt a sinking sense of doom in my stomach.

I had only known the man for a moment, but I felt like he was a good man. He didn't deserve whatever happened to him. The peacekeepers left the area and then moments later the maids came in to clean. Tears started to prick the corner of my eyes before I gulped heavily. Maybe he just drank too much last night. The red was just dried wine...

Yes

That made sense right...?

I had to think of something to ease my mind. Maybe I could ask Coryo about it later. More and more maids filed into the area, their black uniforms making the whole scene previously seem more grim. Red started appearing in my teary-eyed peripheral vision and I quickly shut the curtains. My chest heaved up and down as I struggled to catch my breath. I had to collect myself. I probably didn't understand the situation fully, Coriolanus knows what's going on, he always does. I won't worry about it until he comes home. I walked over the desk and wrote little notes for him on a few pieces of paper, scattering them around the bedroom. Then, I went to take a shower. I was going to have lunch with my mother today, I had to get ready.

The doorbell rang and I walked over to answer it. Instantly, my mother had wrapped her arms around me bringing me into a warm hug.

"Y/N! Sweetheart I missed you so much it's been so long," she spoke softly and I couldn't help the childish smile that dragged across my face.

"I haven't seen you since the wedding mom I missed you too," she loosened her grip on me and walked into the house.

"Wow... you truly are living in a life of luxury now sweetie look at this place... I see you put your little artistic flair on things haha," she joked and awed at the size of the house.

"Oh, the little paintings? I didn't think other people would notice them haha, after I dust I like to add the little things and details around. I've been hoping Coryo would notice but he's just a man, and he's so busy and tired all the time I can't blame him for not noticing. You should look at the plates when we eat today! I've been trying to add things to the table wear, which makes eating a lot more fun."

She continued to look around and I watched intently while her eyes followed the small roses, vines, clouds, and butterflies I had painted on the pillars and edges of the house. She then brought her attention back to me and pressed her lips into a thin smile, a glint of sadness was painted into her stormy eyes.

"Sweetheart, you look so thin, are you eating well? He doesn't have you on some crazy diet does he? With the amount of money you guys have I feel like you should be eating three-course meals for every meal..."

"Mom please~ I'm an adult, don't worry about me so much."

"That doesn't answer my question."

"Come on let's go sit down at the table, foods' almost ready." I interlocked my arm with hers and started to guide her to the dining room. We sat facing each other. The chefs cooking could be heard faintly.

"How is the married life treating you?"

"Um... Well honestly mom, it's been rough. I felt like the original spark of our relationship had been extinguished the moment he put this ring on my finger, he had grown very cold and I swear there were days that went by where he didn't even look at me but last night we talked it out. He didn't even know I felt like that so I can't be mad at him"

"Sweetheart, I've been here for about 10 minutes and I can't help but continue to pick up these little details that are showing he isn't treating you the way you deserve. You are smarter than this Y/N I raised a strong fighting spirit, you survived a war with us and never let that darkness cloud the brightness that is your light but right now honey, you seem sad. I don't think your romantic spark is the only thing he's diminishing sweetheart, he's burning you out." Her hand reached out for mine and we interlocked fingers. She looked deeply into my eyes and I watched as the concern grew in hers.

"No mom it's not like that. He's just busy, you should know how hard he's working. I know my place is to sit and listen to him, he's so much wiser than I am. He's a great man and he loves me," I started to get a little defensive but tried to hold my temper. Her lips pursed and she gave my hand another squeeze. It was then the chefs came out and placed our plates in front of us. We sat in silence for a moment while we started to eat.

"You're stubborn I know. The more we tell you to run from him the further it pushes you away from us and closer to him. You should be celebrated, you do so much for this man and he gives you nothing. This... this just doesn't seem healthy."

"Mom. I'm fine. I'm breathing. My health is fine"

"But your soul isn't."

Her words spit venom into me and I froze in place and listened. "Truly, what kind of man doesn't let his spouse see their family more than once every few months. I had to beg him to be able to see you today. We all miss you at home. Hell, I miss you."

Shock ran through my body while I spoke. "He told me you never reached out for these past few months." A chuckle left her lips. "Does that man do anything but lie? I shouldn't be surprised... politicians will always say what you want to hear and what benefits them."

"Mom I- can we please talk about something else? I don't appreciate you disrespecting my husband. I shouldn't have ever said anything. This is why he doesn't want you around is you keep disrespecting him. I promise mom everything is okay. Just rocky sometimes and that's mostly my fault."

Her face scrunched up and she looked away to avoid eye contact. She frowned before taking another bite of the food.

"It just hurts to see you like this... I almost feel like I should've stopped it sooner-"

"Mom," I cut her off and slammed my fist on the table slightly. She quickly shut up again before her lips parted.

"How was the party last night?"

"Lovely, the capital parties are always a joy. Coryo even made a toast to me at the end of the night it was so heartwarming." I smiled, happy she changed the subject. I started to gush about how sweet Coryo was last night to try and defend himself from my mother. I don't understand why all of my loved ones just couldn't seem to like him.

"Did he talk to you?" She asked tilting her head up.

"Who?"

"Curtis."

My face went pale and my jaw dropped. Flashbacks to what I had seen that morning rushed into my mind and I sat there horrified. First was the shock then the confusion.

"He's a friend of your older brother. He's been living with us for awhile while his new house gets built. Your brother asked him personally to come to the party last night to try and talk to you. We weren't sure if we were going to be able to see you today so we were trying to find any way to talk to you and make sure you were okay."

"He um... yes I do believe I talked to him. He was very charming, sweet. He reminded me of someone I used to know but we only talked for a little last night..." I was in a daze while I spoke. I didn't want to talk about Coryo's jealous outburst or what I saw that morning.

"That's good to hear. Y/N how was he last night? He didn't come home last night though. Was he drunk when you left? We've been worried sick."

"He... no he seemed very sober though he did have the confidence of a drunk man." I tried to joke to distract from the adrenaline and fear that was pumping through my veins.

"Sweetheart I can tell when you're keeping things from me. Please, darling you can tell me anything, I'm your mother"

I avoid her eye contact like the plague and continued to eat my food, struggling to swallow.

"It's nothing really, I'm just a little tired today that's all. Mom, eat your food please, it's delicious. How's dad?"

Her suspicious mind was reflected in her suspicious eyes. She was not going to let this go so easily. I could see the same grim expression I had on my face from earlier start to spread on hers.

"The first thing I ever heard about your husband was that any person who got too close to him ended up dead, missing or disgraced. I truly hope you don't follow in those same steps."

"Mom, you guys told me that same line over and over again before we got married and it's not even true. Name one person who he's done that to"

She scoffed and spoke quietly.

"Lucy Gray."

I raised an eyebrow at her in confusion.

"Who?"

"I don't believe you watched The Hunger Games this year, you never liked the blood. There truly isn't any way to confirm this now but Coriolanus was in charge of mentoring a girl from District 12 named Lucy Gray. She was a songbird and I remember the first time I watched her sing on television, it was breathtaking. Rumors spread that your husband fell in love with her and planned to run off with her and then one day, she disappears. Not a single trace left but he returned. He returned to the capital and mysteriously got gifted a scholarship and an internship. That is a shady man."

"Respectfully mom I think you're telling folk tales right now. He told me I was his first love, the first one to make him feel so alive so that can't be true. I've never even heard of this girl. Wouldn't my classmates have said something?"

She shrugged. "I wouldn't say anything to upset the man suspected of such crimes." Suddenly, a peacekeeper walked into the dining room and another followed in. Doors slammed around us and one spoke in a booming voice. "By orders of President Snow, we have been assigned to escort you out of here ma'am" They got on either side of my mom and grabbed her arms.

"There must be some sort of mistake here, it's barely 2, he said I could be here till 3! Let me down!"

I stood there frozen and helpless, I had no clue what to do. I yelled at them to wait but they pulled her out of her seat then started to head out. She started kicking and tried to fight back. "Let me say goodbye! I need a hug! I am the mother here, it's my right to see my child! He sent you guys here huh? Can't stand my kid hearing the truth? All this that's happening to me is his fault!"

"Mama! Goodbye! I love you!"

"He did it Y/N! You know he did it! Don't let it happen to you my love! Fight, there must be a way out! You're better than this. I love you!"

She shouted while they escorted her out. Her voice echoed around the room whispering the words 'He did it'. As much as I shook my head I couldn't stop thinking about it. Sickening silence bounced against the walls while my head ran back everything that had just happened. I couldn't help but let warm tears fall from my eyes while I sat back down in my chair. I'm so confused. I just needed my husband right now. A maid walked in and cleaned up the table and I sat in the chair and cried.

I laid down in bed, sitting up staring at the ceiling. The bed was as comfortable as sleeping on a cloud but I couldn't sleep, nothing could calm the storm in my head. The door handle turned and I saw Coryo glace into the room. His blue eyes made eye contact with mine as he stepped into the room slowly. He shut the door behind him and started to loosen his tie.

"Darling, you're still up?"

"I can't sleep..." I admitted and watched as his plump lips parted to expel a sigh. He started to change into his pajamas.

"Why dear?" He started to crawl into bed and pulled me into him with his strong arms.

"Can I ask you a question?" I felt his grip on me tighten before he nodded and hummed a soft 'yes' into the air. A sigh left my lungs and I pressed my hand against my temples. Where do I even start?

"Coryo... have you ever killed anyone before?"

"W- what?"

I tipped my head up and looked deep into his blue eyes to search for any form of sincerity. "Please be honest with me... please..."

"Darling what could have ever put these sorts of ideas in your pretty little head?"

"Coryo that's not important now please answer me. I just want your honesty here, if you're honest I will not judge you, I- I'll still love you."

The only emotion I could see on his face was panic. He removed his arm from my body and I started to panic in response. He had just started being nice to me again and I was worried I pushed him away. My big mouth just couldn't stay shut.

"Y/N, of course I haven't. Who do you perceive me as? Some kind of monster? The only person I have ever killed is my past self and he had to die so I could be the man I am today, a man ready to love you the way you deserve."

He was rambling and his lack of eye contact made me feel uneasy. I wanted to believe him, I truly did but with the way he was acting, I couldn't wholeheartedly believe him and that made me feel sick. I should not be this distrustful of my husband. I started to zone off, lost in deep thought when his hand met my jaw and he positioned my head up to look at him. "Y/N you trust me don't you? I've done everything for you, you should trust me darling." He planted a quick kiss on my forehead. "I- I believe you Coryo." He smiled down and then pressed a kiss to my lips. I melted against his touch and placed my hands to cup his face. When we pulled away I still couldn't shake the questions that flooded my head. Remembering what my mother said, I couldn't help myself from the words spilling out of my mouth.

"Coryo... one last question, Who is Lucy Gray?"

His lips parted and his eyes frantically started to search my face. "How did you hear about her?"

"Coryo?"

Anger started to flood his eyes and his jaw clenched. Regret filled every part of my body and I sat up on the bed, keeping my hands on his face. "I'm sorry Coryo, is that a touchy subject I-" He was quiet for a moment as if planning what he was going to say.

"She... she was a nobody girl from District 12. I had to mentor her for The Hunger Games that year for my school project. I came out on top, Snow always lands on top."

He spoke through gritted teeth while he looked into my eyes, scanning my face for a reaction. What he told me so far aligned exactly with what my mom told me. This was even more worrying. There had to be more. He was keeping something from me. He could sense my distrust and started to speak again, more carefully.

"Darling, do you want the full truth?"

"Yes Coryo..."

He let out a heavy sigh. "She was my first girlfriend. We had a short fling and then she cheated on me." My jaw dropped. "Oh Coryo I'm so sorry..." I reached out and pulled him into a tight hug, tangling my fingers in his blond locks of hair. "It's okay darling, you didn't know. You don't know a lot of things." His hands started to rub my back up and down while I held him close.

"I never loved her anyways, I could never love someone so low class and trashy."

In an odd way I felt almost comforted by that statement. It meant he wasn't lying to me, I was his first love, right? He placed his hands on my stomach and pushed me away from the hug. My arms fell back down to my sides and I stared at him with deep remorse in my eyes. He smiled again, "It's okay Darling, is there anything else I can answer for you to put your troubled mind at ease?" Truthfully, I had a lot more questions but I felt bad and I didn't want to push him away more, not when our relationship was so delicate. I shook my head 'no' and he hummed before laying down on the bed. I followed suit and he turned his back to me.

"Goodnight"

"Goodnight..."

"I love you"

And then I was met with silence.

The next day passed and it was business as usual but I still couldn't get my mother's voice out of my head. My ears rang with every corner I turned. I saw Coryo's panicked face every time I closed my eyes after I asked him if he had killed anyone. It made me sick to my stomach but I didn't believe him. I do believe my mom was wrong about Lucy Gray though, he was genuinely hurt when I asked about her. I couldn't even imagine anyone wanting to cheat on him. Especially a girl from District 12, the opportunity to be with a capital man, especially one as charming, smart, and talented as Coryo should be a blessing. My poor husband probably had to deal with so much then.

When he came home he didn't talk to me that day. He couldn't even look me in the eye really. I felt wildly embarrassed and guilty. Of course, he was pulling away again, I pushed him. I should've just kept my pretty mouth shut like he had asked. My mom must have been mistaken. They don't know him like I do. It was nice to know how much they cared about me though.

Coriolanus slept in his office that night. I assume he had business to attend to so I just sat and tried to sleep alone in bed.

The next morning I woke up late and decided to try and make it up to Coryo by trying to leave more "I love you" notes around the house. I painted a portrait of a lake on one of his mugs, adding rose and ivy details to the handle. Stumbling down the hallway in the afternoon I walked by Coryo's office. I knew I wasn't allowed in there but damn it I was so curious. There were two maids in there talking and I silently eavesdropped.

"Careful when dusting that... This man has a lot of secrets and what's in those vials one I do not want to know about."

The other laughed and they continued to clean up.

"Isn't it odd we decided to have such a liar for a president?"

'Liar?' I thought. Why does everyone seem to think he's a liar?

"Yeah but he's great for the economy and the future of Panem."

Silence filled the room and then they both started laughing again.

"That doesn't seem to make it any better, then again, let's not bite the hand that feeds us."

They started to finish cleaning his office and once they left I snuck in. My hands traced around the walls of his office, it was small and packed with things. On his desk lay a little book filled with names and numbers, a pack of matches, a single white rose, and the vials the maids were talking about. Curiously, I reached for it. It was probably liquor or something. I picked it up carefully and examined it. It was clear and sealed shut. Cautiously, I started to unscrew the top and placed a drop of it on my finger. The liquid burned through my skin and I yelped loudly in pain. I grabbed a napkin and wiped it off my hand. I screamed in pain and the smell of burning flesh filled the room. Hot tears ran down my face as I removed the napkin and saw the damage that it left. My finger was red, hot, and my flesh was melted in the shape of a circle where the drop had been placed. Gasping desperately for breath, I tightly closed the lid of the vile and put it right back where I found it. I continued to cry from the searing pain, my finger throbbed and I whimpered desperately trying to keep quiet. I picked up my trash and made sure I left no trace of myself in there while I rushed to the kitchen, rinsing my finger under the water. Once the burning had gone away I slid down and laid my back against the kitchen cabinet.

"F- fuck fuck fuck- fucking poison. WHY THE FUCK WOULD HE HAVE POISON?"

I started to rock back and forth while I watched the skin around the burn turn purple. This must've been some sort of divine punishment to me for going into his office knowing I wasn't supposed to. One maid heard my wailing and hurried over to help me. She put an ointment on my finger before wrapping it up in a band-aid and above all, she didn't ask a question. I couldn't tell if that meant she was used to this kind of thing or if she was trained not to. I picked myself up off the floor and continued to go about my day and pretend that nothing happened.

Coryo didn't come to bed that night, I wasn't too sure if he had even come home honestly. I fell asleep alone again with nothing but my thoughts.

The next morning I was awakened by a rough hand shaking my shoulder. I yawned and opened my eyes to be met with Coryo's blue ones. They were deep and full of concern. He was sitting next to me on the bed still in his work clothes. I felt that pit of grief deep in my stomach again. Something was wrong, greatly wrong. "Coryo?" I asked, trying to remain calm.

"Y/N..."

"Coryo what's the matter?"

He sighed with deep remorse and said the worst news I had ever heard in my life. "Your parents... Y/N... your whole family they... um... their house burned down last night and the firefighters couldn't make it in time. When they arrived there, they searched the house but not a single survivor was found. They did find this though in your mothers room," He handed me a single stuffed doll. The doll was mine from when I was a child, it didn't have a single burn on it. I held it in my hands and sat staring at it in silence. They were gone. My whole family was gone. The tears threatened to spill but I felt so sick of crying lately. Why did my life feel like it was falling apart so fast? I just wanted a happy life as a newly wed and I have gotten nothing remotely close to that.

"Coryo... What's wrong with me? I'm like a bomb, anyone who cares about me either leaves me or dies... Am I cursed? I didn't even get to say goodbye. I didn't even get to hug them or- or- or see how big my little brother got or how smart my older brother is. I- I- I should've seen them more," I started weep, my tears starting to fall onto the doll below me, as if my tear were staining the innocence of the girl I used to be. Coriolanus grabbed me and held me close as I started to cry furiously into his chest. He planted a soft kiss on the top of my head and tried to whisper things to calm me down. His hands rubbed up and down my back.

"Darling, it's okay. You're going to be okay. You have me. I'll be here for you always. I make you happy, right? Your parents were always trying to keep you away from me... they didn't know you like I do. They don't know what you need darling but I do. We are going to get through this together, okay?'

I could barely process what he was saying through my tears. I just nodded into his chest and he continued to let me cry. I felt so safe in his arms in this moment. He was right, I do need him.

I couldn't get out of bed for days. The grief struck me overwhelmingly. I couldn't think straight. I just lay in bed and stared at the ceiling for hours at a time. When the foggy mist of the shock that had clouded my rationale finally faded I was left with the remaining thoughts. What was even real in this life anymore? I remember feeling so sad when almost none of my friends showed up to my wedding. I felt so alone and isolated but at least I knew I still had my family and my husband to be there for me and now, all I had was Coriolanus. I love him, I need him, but he's the type that gives love and then takes it away.

Maybe my mom was right... Maybe I do deserve better. This relationship isn't healthy. Has it ever been? Even when I was first falling for him, I always viewed him as better than me, which he is but shouldn't we be equal? Maybe... I'm too reliant on the love he gives me. I hate that. I hate how big of a hold he has on me. The way my happiness is always at the tip of his fingers, it makes me feel so weak. His hold on me is degrading. The worst part is, he knows how strong his power over me is. He knows me. He's learned me inside and out and he knows how to keep me under his palm.

My mom was right. The night of the party, he started yelling at me then when I threatened to leave him he switched. How could- how could I be so stupid? He switched because he didn't want me to leave him. He needed me to be there for him, to be his shining sparkling eye candy, to complete his perfect picture of domestic living, to be his waiting servant. And then when we made love that night, it must've not meant anything to him. He knows I believe everything people do has a purpose, he knows I don't ever want to exchange sex like a handshake. He slept with me to prove to me that he 'loves me' but that can't be true. I love him, his heart will never have space for me in it. No man treats someone he loves the way he treats me. I've been aware of this but every time I've gotten the courage to leave him he pulled me back in.

He's smart, he's manipulative. He's been doing it to me for months now. How could I be so stupid? Love is the most embarrassing thing to ever happen to me. He found his wide-eyed dreamer and just needed to ruin me. Even recently, he used my parent's death to try and make me even more dependent on him and it worked. I can't live without him.

"He did it"

His desk, the poison, no sane and normal man keeps poison in his office. It's making me think. The boy... the one my parents sent. Did Coryo know he was going to be there? He must've, the party was invite-only, you don't just sneak into the capital parties. The last thing Curtis did before he left was pour himself another cup of the juice. When Coryo ushered me into the house, I heard a man coughing from the garden but I didn't look, I couldn't, I was pushed away. His body the next morning... He had blood on his mouth. I remember learning from the academy that some poisons often makes you cough up blood before you die. Coryo had the poison. Could it be... did Coryo murder him?

"He did it"

Before I looked away when I saw his body in the garden, a glint of red could be seen in my vision. Was that his red coat?

"He did it"

Oh my god, the matches. He told me my parents house burned down.

"He did it"

The book with the names and numbers... who's names were in that book? What were the numbers?

"He did it"

I got out of bed for the first time in ages and rushed down to his office. My bones ached from the lack of mobility. I reached his office and rushed in. His notebook was gone. I started opening his drawers frantically. Finally, I found it. I opened up the pages and that was the last bit of proof I needed. His journal had the names and addresses of the different capital citizens, one page dedicated to every member of my family.

"He did it"

The matches were missing fully. Not anywhere to be found.

"He did it"

The doll. My doll. The doll probably reminded him of me, just a pretty object he can play with whenever he wants something to hold. It didn't have a single burn mark on it at all, he must've gotten it before the fire. Either that means my family let him into the house before he burned it down or he's been keeping it for a while.

"He did it"

My mom did say she had been trying to reach out to me for ages but couldn't. He was stopping them. He wanted to keep me isolated. I really didn't know who I was marrying. I married a murderer.

"He did it"

I couldn't continue to live with him but I can't live without him. It made me feel sick how much love I still felt for him even knowing he had been trying to destroy me from the inside out. I can't let him take my light. My mom really was right. Everyone who gets close to him ends up dead, missing, or disgraced. It's my turn to pick which path I was going to be.

My heart raced as I ripped a page out of his notebook and wrote a note for him, leaving it on the desk. I reached over and grabbed that familiar vile of poison and unscrewed the top. The cold glass hit my lips and I drank the contents like a shot. My heart raced and I started coughing profusely, everything burned from the inside out. Blood started to flow out the corners of my mouth but for once, I wasn't crying. Mama, I'm coming.

"He did it"

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Coriolanus Snows POV

I'd be lying if I said I didn't cry when I found Y/N dead on the floor of my office. Blood trickled down the side of their mouth and they were holding the tiny vial I had on my desk. Y/N knew not to go into my office and frankly, I was shocked to see that it happened in there. On my desk was a note that said: "Till death do us part". I screamed loudly and felt like my body wasn't my own as I feverishly picked up the body and walked to the nearest in-house medic. Tears poured down my face. How dare Y/N just decide to selfishly leave me like this? After everything I had done? All the trouble I went through? It was ridiculous. I remember thinking, "I had you."

When I first met Y/N I remember believing that they were the embodiment of everything good in the world and the embodiment of what I needed in a partner. Loyal, innocent, trusting, naive, controllable. Truly, there isn't any room in this world for such goodness. My darling needed to be tougher or the cold world would do nothing but ruin them. I tried to make them tougher but their unconditional love was annoying at times but I tolerated it. No matter what I did to push Y/N away, they insisted on loving me till the end, but why? And if they did love me so much why would they leave me like this?

The medic couldn't do anything. Y/N was long gone by the time I got there. So much wasted time and potential. I don't think I will marry again. Not for many years at least. Just when it is time for me to have heirs I will marry. Gives my future wife less time to escape. I have to marry someone cruel, someone whom I can never seem to care about, especially not love. Y/N's crippling kindness almost had me falling at the end and that was dangerous.

The funeral was lavish. My darling was beloved by the public. Many mourned for weeks. It was shocking. As much as I tried to not care, the energy of the house felt so different now. It was a wasteland of what once was. Dust collected in every nook and cranny. I stumbled into the house and stood still, letting the world spin around me for a moment when I tilted my head up and noticed something I hadn't seen before, paintings, hundreds of them. Y/N painted tons of things around the pillars and walls. They were beautiful. Ivy and roses, clouds and sunshine. I forgot how truly artistically talented Y/N was. My eyes followed how the ivy traveled around the pillars. Ivy was a great metaphor for Y/N, beautiful, and simple, but still a pest that will grow all over you if you aren't too careful.

"Sir, Welcome home. We have prepared dinner for you." the butler said, pulling me out of my trance.

"Thank you and can we get someone to repaint this room ASAP, I need some things removed.

The whole house ended up being repainted. I never noticed how many of those paintings were left. Even on the furniture, I couldn't escape any of my memories of Y/N anywhere. The notes were the absolute worst. Small pieces of paper everywhere with sweet nothings written on them. "Have a good day", "I love you", "Good morning to Panem's greatest leader" Nowhere was safe. Memories and images circled my brain constantly.

I sat at the table we used to eat at alone, drinking coffee from my mug while reading the newspaper. They still were on the front page. It's been a month since the incident. I sighed and folded the paper, placing it face down on the table. I reached for the mug when I saw it again. A painting of a lake with roses and ivy painted on the handle. The lake... the lake. The lake of District 12,

Lucy Gray

The roses,

My Mother

The Ivy...,

y/n

I shouted at the top of my lungs and threw the mug at the wall. When will I finally be free of the past pests that continue to haunt my life?

A/N: WHAT DID YOU GUYS THINK??? It is almost 5 AM and I stayed up all night writing this, I hope you guys liked it. let me know plz. Now accepting requests for new stories, perhaps with new characters :)))

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Hidden Agenda Ep 1 Soft D/s Commentary

I was explaining to some friends that I feel Hidden Agenda was a great example of cultural D/s or soft D/s. I'm going to do my best to explain why I see it this way.

Now, first impressions would have you believing that these two are on equal footing. Both have attitudes and are giving as good as they get, but notice that Zo submits more often than not to Joke. At this time, we will say it's the nice guy in him, but notice that Joke is crowding Zo. While Zo might be reading it as an intimidation tactic, that isn't what Joke is trying to do. He is attempting to elevate himself to the top of the hierarchy at this juncture.

If you want to see real equal footing, look at Zo and his friend group. Each place with visit with them shows no hierarchy, not even ones typically seen in Asian culture. They speak casually to each other without any submission or dominance.

Now look at Joke on the bus with Zo. It's an immediate show of dominance. Joke is once again invading Zo's space in order to enforce dominance. Generally speaking, Asian relationships have a more Dominant partner and a more submissive partner, and this can be seen in more than just romantic relationships. Sometimes this also carries into romantic relationships, and sometimes it doesn't. This is due to their culture, which I'll tag @notfreetoday in on, as she explains this much better than me.

Anyway, we can clearly see that Joke is attempting to be the more dominant partner. Which is entirely different from Zo's friend group. Even when Zo pushes Joke's arm off, he still stays in Zo's space. Just look at his legs. Zo's legs are breathing room open while Joke is full on doing the man spread. This body language says a lot. It literally means this is my territory, I consider this person my territory. It speaks confidence in protecting what is his that he has claimed, whether it is space or person.

Have you ever noticed what types of personalities ask people to beg? Dominant personalities. Someone who wants to dominate over someone else. There are charming Doms, but most are also assholes, with bullying tendencies. The difference is, and what keeps us from being called bullies, we prefer people who like to be bullied.

Now, if you look at the debate club, you can see that how Zo treats Wave is what I mean by hierarchy. If you look closely, you can see the similarity to how Zo treats Wave and Joke vs. everyone else. There is more respect there for Wave, but the overall is similar. Even Zo with Nita, while Zo is shy, there is a casual equality. Yet with Joke, there is space invasion and bullying. Now, I've seen many people say that this looks like a regular relationship, but can you also see the Dominance and even, to a certain amount of submission? Now ask yourself if maybe this seems normal to you because you're used to hierarchy relationships.

The bar scene shows Joke man spreading again, but you can also see that he's giving Nita a fair amount of space. He isn't interested in claiming her as territory. Also notice how everyone is talking to Trin respectfully and not casually even when joking. Again, it's that hierarchy at play. Then we see more space invasion and bullying from Joke again, this is all Dominant actions. You can be attracted to someone and act on that attraction without being Dominant, but Joke is being Dominant.

You might be thinking, but Luta, I've seen many people flirt like this before. Indeed, those individuals who possess dominant personalities. Some people like it and others don't, which is why we teach consent. We emphasize that it is inappropriate for boys to be boys and pull a girl's ponytail because he likes her, or vice versa. However, this is actually the beginning of a dominant personality. I resent it when boys would do such things to me; however, I am a Dom and have been since childhood. Now, inquire of a submissive individual regarding their reaction. Consent is paramount, but it is not as important in fiction. So let's continue.

The bar bathroom scene. Joke is everything that Dom is. From the way he won't be pushed away, to the way he sternly demands Zo's submission, and even the way he is caging him in. Even the way Joke cares for Zo is 100% how a good Dom treats their submissive. We might bully them, but we also take care of them. We also don't kick them when they are down, we listen, we console and if it's our fault, we recognize. We bully but aren't bullies. Again we have Joke holding Zo back and using a tone to gain Zo's submission. Anyone notice that Zo does pause when given that tone?

Now look at the apology scene. Notice that Joke doesn't instantly forgive, nor is he angry. He explains and then we get teaching mode. Now we have commands, follow, sit, and Zo submits. This next part has all of you questioning me, right? When Zo gets pushy with Joke about his wound and caring for it. First, let's acknowledge that while Zo is relatively submissive, he isn't one hundred percent submissive. Then keep in might that there are different levels of submission. A brat submissive will absolutely fight with their Dom. Especially if it concerns their Dom's health.

The juice scene is my favorite. Notice how much more pushy and Dominant, Joke, gets when he becomes Zo's “mentor.” Forcing Zo into drinking the juice. Why was the drinking of the juice so important? “wo ai ni, ni ai wo, ting dong ma” translating to “I love you, you love me, do you understand?” He also mimicked the Chinese tradition of jiaobeijiu where the bride and groom would drink wine together in the bridal chamber and was used to symbolize the confirmation of marital union. This would either be one cup or two tied together by a red string. That little smirk from Joke, knowing he has completely pulled one over on Zo.

That is all for Episode 1. Let me know what you think of this in the comments. If you'd liked to be tagged when I do other episodes, please let me know. Hope you enjoy! 💜💜💜

#hidden agenda #luta talks hidden agenda #luta talks

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unexpectedbrickattack · 2 years ago

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old. man. yaois.

tiny gnome has very good senses and smells everything so much and so strongly. help him.

actually. going to keep this contained in the post and not in the tags bc its kink stuff and i think it should stay behind a readmore oop

spreading the 'old man engages in freak behavior' agenda...its not even freak behavior it is so tame for other shit i am writing w them LMAO musk is like whatever. its WHATEVER ! (its good) but my homebrew gnomes are based off of rodents and they have heightened senses of smell and hearing because of it and i think it is so funny to give my fave characters the most benign, yet debilitating kinks. Like bro im fine dw also u need to not be right next to me bc im going to go feral and i dont have it in my soul to explain why

i think its sooooo silly to have him already devote so much of his time to peppino and this business and now hes like god. what is that stickman meme picture of someone gripping their leg so hard its bleeding? thats gus hes like in his own hell. i think i wrote it before that peppino is sooooo aware of like. being a sweaty man and it makes him uncomfortable and he tries to avoid it but its like an inevitable facet of life and he deals w it the best he can. hes not smelly hes sweaty n musky and so working in the back w a hot oven means he ends his shifts absolutely drenched and miserable.

and gus is like👁️👁️ but hes a respectable man (tm) and he doesnt openly gawk n fawn. But. He is not shameless; he absolutely steals a shirt or two when he can and works w that for a while. he steals a shirt, keeps it, then rotates it w another shirt and when peppino is like WAA! My shirt !!! where did u disappear to??? Gus has to pretend he didnt snatch it away for like a month like the squirrel he is.

it (the thieving) would start before they get together and he would get caught a little while after they get together. like hey. not that i think that you think im stupid. but um. for like two years my shirts would disappear when u came over. like. after a couple of months it stops being a coincidence. so like. explain urself maybe?? and its definitely like a New feeling for gus, who is generally regarded as a dom (albeit a sweet one) to feel bashful about this but like in timid way that doesnt usually come naturally to him LOL. and i like the idea of peppino being an anxious little freak about soooo many things including sex, but when he gets more comfy w someone hes way more of a dick and blunt asshole (affectionate) and he absolutely would bully gus about this.

okay thats all i got just imagine my vision of gus and his little tail shooting straight up bc hes huffing this fucking shirt before he passes out for the night okay? and avoiding brick the next day bc beast to beast communication is real, okay? for me? thank u ....

#arts #mine #suggestive #saucy #NOT putting this in any tags omg but i hope the readmore is enough to scare ppl off #okay byee #runs away cutely and trips over a rock #i have some other backlog stuff to upload but ill do that later or somethin #also i wrote a fucking essay. im NOT checking grammar in that mess #if u engage in my ridiculous mind rambles u need to engage in the chaos of it all #okay love u

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do-you-know-this-adhd-character · 1 year ago

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SUBMIT THROUGH THE FORM IN THIS POST, NOT MY ASKBOX, FOR YOUR BLORBO'S SAKE. I WILL LOSE SUBMISSIONS IF THEY AREN'T ALL IN ONE PLACE!

Hi! I've never run a poll blog before, but I like the "do you know this character" type blogs and I searched and didn't find one for ADHD characters so I decided I'd make one!

Submission Guidelines

Both canon and non-canon ADHD characters are allowed, but YOU MUST PROVIDE EVIDENCE FOR NON-CANON ADHD CHARACTERS! I completely understand just looking at a character and going "oh they have the Vibes" but it's not enough to be posted on this blog. Even just "they exhibit a lot of impulsiveness and distractability" is enough for me to go on - just give me SOMETHING to work with. However I reserve the right to not post a character if I don't think the evidence is compelling enough, i.e., if you don't list any traits that are specific to ADHD.

You may not submit real people, only fictional characters. I find it disrespectful and uncomfortable to speculate on the mental health of real people, and will not be posting those for my own comfort, even if those people will likely never see it. Also, the point of this is characters, not real people, so even people who have said they're ADHD won't be posted.

YOU MUST SUBMIT THROUGH THE FORM, NOT MY ASKBOX. I am, of course, ADHD myself, and I need all the submissions in one place or I'll lose them.

Got it? Here's the link to the form.

About the Mod/Blog

You can call me Mudkip if you'd like, or my name, Réka. She/her only please, do not use any other pronouns for me including they/them. I am an adult. I was diagnosed with ADHD at a very young age and have it bad enough that I consider myself disabled. So ADHD rep is very important to me! And I'd like to both learn about ADHD rep I might not have heard of, and spread awareness of what ADHD people are like through the characters that people might not even realize are like us.

My icon is the character 707/Seven from Mystic Messenger, I chose him because although it's a bit hidden he is canonically ADHD! There's a call where he talks about how he talks to himself, and if you say "I heard people with adhd talk to themselves a lot..." he agrees with you, as well as displaying other ADHD traits through the whole game.

...is this entire blog partially part of my agenda to spread the word of canon ADHD Seven? Maybe.

Header is Zack Fair from Final Fantasy VII; he's not canonically ADHD but there's strong evidence for it and I couldn't resist using the "Me? Gongaga." meme.

I often can't resist making non-poll posts on this blog, although I swear I try. If you're just here for the polls you might want to filter the tag "not a poll"!

My main is @hungarianmudkip69 .

Tagging System, for your searching or filtering convenience

#poll - the polls. this only includes "do you know this character" polls, not any other polls I might do.

#not a poll - anything that doesn't get the above tag. Including other types of polls. You know what I mean.

#canon adhd character - polls for characters that are canonically ADHD.

#noncanon adhd character - polls for characters that aren't canonically ADHD, but have solid evidence behind the headcanon.

#poll results - a reblog of an ended poll with calculations of how many people know the character and what percentage of those people know/see the character as ADHD.

#poll reblog - any reblog of a poll that isn't poll results.

#other polls - polls from other blogs.

#blog management - anything about the running of the blog.

#ask - asks. I don't know what else to tell you.

#approval inquiry - asks asking if a character has been approved for posting.

#submission inquiry - asks asking if a character has been submitted.

this was part of the original pinned and I always like seeing this part of poll blog pinneds so I'm leaving it

I'm supposed to tag other polls for visibility, right? This was largely inspired by @who-do-i-know-this-man and @doyouknowthisdisabledcharacter as well as @do-you-know-this-queer-character !

If you want to know if someone's been posted, check below:

Polls in progress:

707/Saeyoung Choi from Mystic Messenger (canon)

Kyle Klimson from The InBESTigators (noncanon)

SpongeBob SquarePants from SpongeBob SquarePants (noncanon)

Sherlock Holmes from the original Sherlock Holmes stories (noncanon)

Evan "Buck" Buckley, from 9-1-1 (canon)

Meg Murry, from A Wrinkle in Time (noncanon)

Bokuto Koutarou, from Haikyuu!! (noncanon)

Finished polls (under the cut):

Quicksilver/Pietro Maximoff from the X-Men movies (noncanon)

Rumpleteazer from Cats the Musical (noncanon)

Bobby Drake/Iceman from DC Comics (noncanon)

Karlach Cliffgate from Baldur's Gate 3 (noncanon)

Evelyn Wang from Everything Everywhere All at Once (canon)

Osana Najimi from Komi Can't Communicate (noncanon)

Barbara Gordon/Batgirl/Oracle from DC Comics (noncanon)

Sora from Kingdom Hearts (noncanon)

Dr. Coomer from Half Life VR but the AI is Self Aware/HLVRAI (noncanon)

Johnny Gat from Saints Row (noncanon)

Bart Allen/Impulse from DC Comics (noncanon)

Michael Tate from Greater Boston (canon)

Uraraka Ochako from My Hero Academia (noncanon)

Etcetera from Cats the Musical (noncanon)

Richie Tozier from IT (noncanon)

Gary Smith from Bully/Canis Canem Edit (canon)

Leslie Knope from Parks and Recreation (noncanon)

Leonardo from Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (noncanon)

Mungojerrie from Cats the Musical (noncanon)

Achilles from the Iliad (noncanon)

Tajima Yuuichirou from Ookiku Furikabutte/Oofuri/Big Windup (noncanon)

Benrey from Half Life VR but the AI is Self Aware/HLVRAI (noncanon)

Crowven Corvuson from Cemetery Mary (canon)

Martlet from Undertale Yellow (noncanon)

Zell Dincht from Final Fantasy 8 (noncanon)

Skimbleshanks from Cats the Musical (noncanon)

Goku from Dragonball (noncanon)

Yuma Tsukumo from Yu-Gi-Oh Zexal (noncanon)

Moritz Stiefel from Spring Awakening (noncanon)

Sydney 'Syd' Novak from I Am Not Okay With This (noncanon)

Yuki Takeya from Gakkou Gurashi/School-Live! (noncanon)

Annabeth Chase from the Percy Jackson series (canon)

Maria von Trapp from The Sound of Music (noncanon)

Lift from The Stormlight Archive (noncanon)

Tim Drake from DC Comics (noncanon)

Monkey D. Luffy from One Piece (noncanon)

Apollo Justice from the Ace Attorney games (noncanon)

Stella from Winx Club (noncanon)

Roy Harper from DC Comics (canon)

Michelangelo from Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (canon)

Tony Stark from the Marvel Cinematic Universe (noncanon)

Aiden Clark from School Bus Graveyard (canon)

Serpaz Helilo from Vast Error (canon)

The Doctor from Doctor Who (noncanon)

Ronan Lynch from The Raven Cycle (noncanon)

Leo Valdez from the Percy Jackson books (canon)

Moth Flight from Warrior Cats (canon)

Ramona Quimby from the Ramona books (noncanon)

Joey Pigza from the Joey Pigza books (canon)

Anne Shirley from Anne of Green Gables (noncanon)

Spinner Mason from Degrassi: The Next Generation (canon)

Lupin III from Lupin the Third (noncanon)

Rainbow Dash from My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic (noncanon)

George Beard and Harold Hutchins from Captain Underpants (canon)

Alex Woodroe from All the Feels (canon)

Agent Curt Mega from Spies are Forever (noncanon)

TG from Castle of Nations (canon)

Shawn Spencer from Psych (canon)

Sydney Scoville Jr. from Grrl Power (canon)

Marinette Dupain-Cheng from Miraculous Ladybug (noncanon)

Zagreus from Hades (noncanon)

Sherlock Holmes from Sherlock & Co. (canon)

Ash Ketchum from Pokémon (noncanon)

Misfire from Transformers (canon)

Herlock Sholmes from The Great Ace Attorney Chronicles (noncanon)

Christine Canigula from Be More Chill (canon)

Aubrey Little from The Adventure Zone: Amnesty (canon)

Lt. Columbo from Columbo (noncanon)

Billie from Billie Bust Up (canon)

Wei Wuxian from Mo Dao Zu Shi (noncanon)

Jimmy Casket from VenturianTale (noncanon)

Sara Eriksson from Young Royals (canon)

Magnus Burnsides from The Adventure Zone: Balance (noncanon)

Scout from Team Fortress 2 (noncanon)

Luz Noceda from The Owl House (canon)

Zack Fair from Final Fantasy VII (noncanon)

Percy Jackson from Percy Jackson and the Olympians (canon)

April Polls' Day posts, for posterity - ran polls on non-ADHD characters:

Twilight Sparkle from My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

Zenos yae Galvus from Final Fantasy XIV

P.I.X.A.L. from Lego Ninjago

Brutus the Ducky from Real Life and also Rubber Ducky Hell (our only canonically non-ADHD poll subject)

Sophia from Stranger of Paradise: Final Fantasy Origin (please play it)

#poll #poll blog #adhd #actuallyadhd #actually adhd #disability #neurodiversity #neurodivergency #uhhhhhh what else #we will see how this goes i guess #if youre familiar with me you can probably guess who i am but im not super concerned abt being found out lol #just anon for now

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