#that's why i feel at the end if my rope im not helping myself and i shouldnt expect people to make effort for me when i clearly cant

[nicksolemnlyswears]

THE MENTOR

summary: coriolanus takes it upon himself to show you the ropes of pleasure

pairing: young! coriolanus snow x capitol! reader

word count: 4.3k

warnings: 18+, smut, cursing, fingering, female masturbation, mention of male masturbation, breast play, talks of virginity loss, perv! coriolanus, slight cum play, corruption kink is very prominent LEAVE ME ALONE IM PREDICTABLE, MY MIND IS ROTTEN

a/n: i'm back again! didn't expect it to be so soon but alas i cannot control myself. this can be read as a stand alone or as a prequel for my other one shot ways to destress. i'm working on part 2 for ways to destress but have this while i finish it <3

requests open ✨

Coriolanus steals glances at you from his spot on the desk. You sat cross-legged on your bed, deep in thought, biting the eraser end of the pencil in your fingers. He's formulating ideas about you instead of focusing on the report he has to present to Dr. Gaul tomorrow.

It's the first time you've invited him into your family home since you became a couple four months ago, and you're all alone in the big mansion. He can't help but wonder if anything will come out of it.

Despite being in a serious relationship for four months, Coriolanus has only kissed you. Nothing more and nothing less. It was one of your conditions because he's your first boyfriend.

'Let's take things slow, Coriolanus,' you had said back then, looking at him with those puppy dog eyes you'd mastered.

You're a timid girl. It's why you've never truly had a boyfriend before. None of the other boys you've been on dates managed to coax you out of your shell enough for them to pursue the relationship, except for Coriolanus. He took his time with you, becoming your friend, gaining your trust, and finally asking you out.

It wasn't by chance that he took that route to court you. He's been watching you since you stepped into the classroom last year. The annoyance he felt about being a teaching assistant swept away as a brand new opportunity sat in front of the class like a good student.

He recognized you and the crest on the gold ring you always wear. Your family is wealthy, and they have a great reputation amongst the Capitol's elite. It would benefit him to associate himself with you and, by proxy, your family.

Coriolanus felt luck was on his side when you approached him with questions about the homework the Professor handed out. You served yourself in a silver dish platter for his hungry ambition.

One year later, he has you wrapped around his little finger.

He'd be lying if he said he doesn't have feelings for you. Just as he infiltrated your life, you infiltrated his heart. You're sweet and kind, book smart, and beautiful. He'd be a fool not to feel anything towards you.

When you groan about the essay you're supposed to write and the crease between your eyebrows deepens, Coriolanus steps in.

"It's time for a break, don't you think?" He gently asks, closing your notebook and putting it to the side.

"I guess," you sigh, looking up at him with a pout.

You've been distracting yourself from Coryo's penetrating gaze and general presence in your personal space. You had invited him with the pretense of a study date, seeing as your body asks for something else.

It's time you give Coryo more. He's been incredibly patient with you, just as you'd asked. Still, your heart pounds in your chest at the thought of him touching you like no one ever has, and the knot in your throat prevents you from saying it out loud.

Coriolanus sits on the bed with you, cupping your jaw in his hands, brushing his thumb across your cheek. You lean into his touch with a soft smile, leaning into your body's desire, and you kiss him. It's enough to spark the salacious thoughts in Coriolanus's head.

He deepens the kiss by swiping his tongue on your plump bottom lip, begging you to let him in. Just like he taught you, you open your mouth, letting his tongue lick the inside of your mouth, tasting the cherry drink you love so much.

The corners of Coriolanus's lips slightly curve upwards; he's so proud of himself and you. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him towards you, and he willingly leans into you, hugging your hips.

Finding the position mildly uncomfortable, he lifts you to straddle his lap. Immediately, you tense under his hold and pull back. It's instinctual as your thoughts suddenly surface and cause you to overthink.

"Are you alright?" Coriolanus asks you with feigned concern. He knows the reason why, but you're important to him. In his eyes, you're perfect for him, and he doesn't want to screw things up.

"I'm just nervous," you admit, diverting your gaze to his collar and fixing it.

You're tired of feeling behind in life when your friends talk about sex. You're tired of that ache inside you that you can't satiate. You're tired of pulling away each time Coryo makes any move on you when all you want is to feel his skin against yours.

It's only been a few months, but your feelings for Coriolanus Snow run deep. Many will call you a fool for falling into the claws of first love, but it's a mistake you must make on your own.

If anyone is to take your firsts, it'll be Coriolanus.

"Do you want me to stop touching you?" He asks, loosening his hold on you.

Coriolanus is ready to learn the extent of your inexperience. It's been a topic you've only briefly touched upon. Yes, you're a virgin. Has anyone touched you, though, or given you any sort of pleasure?

"No!" You exclaim too forwardly, embarrassing yourself. It spurs Coriolanus, though, as he softly grins. "I mean, no. This is okay. You can keep touching me," you say as you return his hand to its designated spot in the curve of your hips.

"Darling…" he calls, but your gaze remains on his chest as strands of hair cover your face, "Look at me."

When your eyes meet his steely blue ones, he continues, "Have you ever touched yourself?"

"Why are you asking me this?" You ask with your eyes wide and nervous.

"I just want to see how much you know and how far you want to go. I'd feel terrible if I somehow make you uncomfortable or force you into anything you don't want," he responds honestly. Keeping you close to him is his priority, and if controlling his urges is necessary, then be it.

"Oh…" you sigh. You close your eyes tightly before opening them again and responding, "Yes, I do."

"Tell me how," he says. It's not really a question but a command.

Your face burns as you disclose information that is normally private, "I, um, touch my clit."

"I see," Coriolanus nods encouragingly, squeezing your hips, "Do you think about me?" He asks teasingly, giving you a hard time.

The more he asks, the more you relax onto his body, too stuck in your head to notice.

"Sometimes," you admit with a soft smile.

Coriolanus is satisfied with your answer for now. In the future, when he asks again, he needs the answer for it to be always. He'll be halfway there by the end of the 'study date.'

"Has anybody touched you before?" It's the one question he's been most curious about.

"No," you shake your head.

Coriolanus is over the moon. His thoughts get more and more deranged with your confession as his dark side begs him to take away your innocence and corrupt you to his liking.

"Would you like me to?" He asks, grasping her jaw with two fingers to force her wandering eyes to settle on his. He hasn't even touched you properly, and you're breathing heavily. He wonders what's going on in that pretty little head of yours.

You're praising whatever god exists, thanking them for Coryo's forwardness. You don't think you could've gotten the words out otherwise.

"Yes," you answer shyly as excitement builds inside you.

With a short kiss, Coryo places you by the top of the bed, propped up by your many pillows. Your comfort is his top priority today. He wants you to come back for more, after all.

"Tell me if you want to stop," he whispers in your ear as he kisses your cheek.

Coriolanus feels your shaky breaths as he kisses down the expanse of your neck. He takes it as a good sign when you stretch it out more for him.

"Coryo," you bite back a moan when he finds your sweet spot.

He gently bites into your delicate skin, leaving a soft red mark. Coriolanus can't visibly mark you yet, or he'll cast a wrong impression on your father. So, he settles for red flowers that will disappear by morning.

His fingers expertly unbuttoned the crisp white blouse of the university's uniform. He lifts his head briefly to look at the pale pink bra that deprives him of your breasts. It's pretty and innocent, like you.

"You're beautiful, darling," he says when he spots your nervous eyes waiting for his approval.

Dipping down once more, he mouths the mounds of your breasts, leaving wet kisses on your skin. Coriolanus wraps his mouth over the cups of your bra, teasing you, introducing you to his touch.

Sitting up, he helps you shrug off the white blouse. He kisses you to distract you from his hands that wrap around you, unclasping the bra. He's pleasantly surprised with the neediness you kiss him with. Poor thing must've been wanting this for a while.

Coriolanus pushes you back down with his weight, never breaking the kiss. He slides your bra off and throws it into a corner of the room. Pulling away, he looks at your bare chest, licking his lips lustfully.

You deprive him of the sight when you insecurely cross your arms to cover yourself. It peeves Coriolanus to no end. Surely, you must know what a sight you are.

"Don't cover yourself, darling. You're beautiful," he says, grabbing one of her hands and kissing her palm.

"T-thank you," you stutter out, letting your other arm fall to the side.

Coriolanus finds it precious how polite you are to him. How compliant you act with a couple of kind words from him. That's just how he likes it.

Coriolanus begins with a simple touch. He traces a path down your neck with the pad of his finger, trailing it across your skin and up the swell of your breasts. He circles the stiffening peak of your nipple, giving it a cheeky tug.

He's happy with the moan that falls from your lips despite him barely doing anything. Taking it up another notch, he leans his head down to latch onto your nipple, the fat of your breast filling his mouth.

Coriolanus releases a moan of his own as his tongue flicks over your nipple, and you arch your back into it. However, he's unhappy with the lack of contact from you.

Reaching for one of your hands, he places it on the back of his head, urging you to touch him. This is only fun if you want to touch him as much as he wants to touch you.

One hand digs into his hair, and the other wraps around his back. Coriolanus goes back and forth between one breast and the other, incorporating new things for you. Kissing, sucking, pinching, squeezing, biting. He's confident he's made the right choice with you when you respond beautifully to one of his bites.

"Yes, Coryo, more," you whine and beg when he tugs on your nipple with his teeth. For that, he leaves a pretty purple bruise on your chest. A reward for himself.

"That's it, darling. Don't hold your pretty moans from me any longer," Coriolanus purrs, finding your red-bitten lips.

Coriolanus involuntarily ruts into you when you slip your tongue into his mouth. His girl was turning bolder by the minute; all she needed was to be touched.

No one can shake the innocence off you as you moan and widen your eyes when you feel his hard cock press into you. Coriolanus is straining against his trousers and has been for a while now. This whole situation is a fantasy come to life and it makes him throb.

He must control himself. He cares about you greatly, and with that level of care comes control. Control over himself and you. Three years ago, he failed to control himself, and he failed to control Lucy Gray. He can't afford to make the same mistake. There is more at stake now.

Realistically, Coryo has barely touched you, and you're a needy mess. There is heat coursing through your body that is settling in between your legs. Your panties stick to you with your arousal, making you fidgety.

Reminds you of your clenched thighs whenever he's near. How you've abused your clit thinking about Coriolanus and his affectionate ways that are reserved solely for you.

"Coryo, please," you beg, cupping his face in your hands.

"Tell me what you want," Coriolanus pointedly says. He enjoys your innocence, but he wants to taint it so desperately. He needs to hear you talk dirty words in his ear.

"Touch me," you say, pressing your lips against his.

Coriolanus keeps his hands firmly on your waist, not giving into your pleas until you speak clearly, "Where do you want me to touch you, darling?"

"Please, touch my-my cunt," you stutter your words as your face burns again. You hide your face in his neck, brushing your lips delicately against it.

You're the complete opposite of him. Soft when he's rough. Innocent when he's wicked. Quiet when he's outspoken. What a perfect pair you make.

You gasp when he feels you through your wet panties. Coriolanus traces up and down your covered slit, teasing you. You're moaning into his neck, his foreign touch overwhelming you.

With a kiss to your temple, Coriolanus sits up between your spread thighs. He lifts your skirt, bunching it on your middle, preferring to leave it on your body. Your center is exposed to him, the wet patch on your matching panties clearly visible to his eyes.

You watch him as he bites his lips and rubs his hands up and down your thighs. He's preparing, reminding himself to keep his shit together. If it were up to him, he'd be fucking you silly.

"Let's take these off, yeah?" Coriolanus slips your ruined panties off your legs without waiting for your response. He kisses up your ankle to your knee as he settles between your thighs.

Your thigh is next as he nears your wet center. Your arousal glistens as it clings to your pussy lips. You look down at Coryo, propped up on your elbows.

"Darling, why don't you show me how you do it?" He asks, amused.

When you make no move, he grabs your hand and places it between your legs, encouraging you, "It's just you and I."

"Okay, Coryo," you whisper.

Biting your lips, you press your middle finger on your pink pearl. It's still safely hidden between your lips. Coriolanus observes how your cunt reacts to you circling your clit. Thick clear liquid drips from your opening, and he catches how you gather some of it to spread on your reddening clit.

The closer you get to your peak, the faster you go, your index finger joining your middle finger as you broaden your movements. Your head is thrown back with whines that join the 'shlick, shlick, shlick' of your wet cunt.

Coriolanus forces himself out of his trance of seeing you play with yourself from up close. He hadn't caught himself talking you through it, speaking lewd words to make you cum. Quick as a snake, he grabs your wrist to stop you.

"Coryo, no. Why'd you make me stop?" You whine, lifting your head back up.

"I'm not done with you just yet," he responds sternly, releasing your wrist. Today you'll only cum around his fingers.

"Oh?"

Coriolanus dips his finger between the lips of your cunt, gathering your arousal in his finger. He's finally touching you like you asked. He taps on your clit that's peeking out of its hood, making you lightly flinch at the suddenly burst of pleasure.

"Have you ever fingered yourself?" He shamelessly asks before he attempts to slip a finger into you.

"No, it feels uncomfortable," you respond, figuring out where this is going.

Coriolanus holds back a smile. It's like he'd won the lottery and gained this beautiful, pure creature, untouched by anyone. You're his to taint to his image so you always remember his touch.

"Will you let me give it a try?" He pretends to ask. If you say no, he'll still try to convince you.

"Mhm," you hum, "Be gentle."

"Always," Coriolanus quips, locking eyes with you.

Coriolanus coats his middle finger with your arousal before he pushes his finger in. He circles your clit to get you to relax due to your constant tense state.

"I need you to relax for me," he speaks up, kissing the inside of her thigh. Taking a couple of deep breaths, you finally soften, "There we go, princess."

Coriolanus distracts you by swiping his fingers up and down your slit, so you don't know when he plans to slip it in. Finally, his middle finger dips into your opening, parting your walls. "So fucking tight," he groans when he finds your walls want to push him right out.

You let out a shaky gasp when you feel his long finger breach your entrance. It's been years since you last tried. It doesn't hurt, to your surprise, but there is a particular feeling of your cunt accommodating his finger.

"I'm sorry," you quickly apologize, biting onto the back of your hand when he tentatively starts pushing his finger in and out.

"It's nothing to be sorry about. It's a good thing," he reassures you. His cock will feel so snug when he fucks you for the first time. He's hit a gold mine with you.

Your walls squeeze his finger like a vice, and he finds himself reminding you to try and relax. Carefully he pumps his finger in and out, light clicking noises coming from the wetness of his finger and your cunt.

Slowly your expression of discomfort morphs into one of pleasure, aided by his thumb on your clit. Curving his finger, Coriolanus searches for that spot inside of you. He knows he's got it when you moan out his name and fall back on the bed, grabbing an old teddy bear from your bed and biting into it. You're dripping on his hand.

It's so much he debates on adding another finger. He has to be careful, though. You're so tight, and he wishes to reserve the thin barrier of your innocence for his cock to push through. There's no doubt it'll tear with the size of his cock.

A token of that much value should be taken properly and not in a flurry of lust. Girls like you have been taught to take care of it until the right man comes along and Coriolanus is confident you feel that way toward him.

God, his cock is so fucking hard. He must be leaking pre. Desperately, Coriolanus rolls his hips on your mattress to relieve some of the tension. This is your doing, and you're not aware of how much you're torturing him.

Coriolanus tries to push his pointer finger into your cunt, but it proves difficult, especially when you flinch away and grab his wrist to stop him.

"Stop, it hurts, Coriolanus," you cry and try to wiggle away. One finger is enough for you. It's far more than you could ever do on your own.

But Coriolanus doesn't like being told what to do, and he hates it, especially when people he considers close call him by his full name.

"I'm sorry, darling. I'll be gentle, but you have to let me if you ever want to take my cock," Coriolanus reminds you sweetly.

"Promise me," you say with a blush caused by his crude words. He's right. After today, you'll surely want him to go all the way with you, and neither will have the patience to go as slowly as today.

"I promise. Here, bend your legs. It should be better." Coriolanus arranges you in such a way were your pretty cunt is fully exposed to him, spreading to reveal your pink and tight opening. He kneels between your legs, rubbing your clit. "Remember to relax."

Coriolanus starts all over again, circling your pretty clit and fucking one finger into you. Once you close your eyes, losing yourself in the pleasure, he grabs hold of your thigh to keep you in place and pushes the tip of his second finger.

He ignores your complaints and rubs your clit more furiously, subduing your pain and replacing it with toe-curling pleasure. He thrusts shallowly until your cunt gives way for him to slip the two fingers entirely.

"Good girl, see, that wasn't so bad," he says in a slightly mocking tone you don't catch.

"Thank you, Coryo," you moan as your hand reaches to the one on your thigh.

Fuck, you sure know how to feed into his ego. He's heard that phrase so many times when he helps you with your homework. How will he keep his cock in his pants when you say that to him in the university library?

He fucks you steadily with his fingers adding a little force to make your tits jiggle. You hold onto the teddy bear, moaning softly. It's so easy to tell when you're about to cum like this. Your walls squeeze him so tightly he believes you'll push him out.

"You're going to cum, darling?" Coriolanus asks you, pulling you out of your bubble.

"Yes," you sob. This orgasm feels so different from your other ones. Like it comes from deep within. Maybe it's the penetration of Coriolanus's fingers, or perhaps it's just him doing all the work that does it for you.

"Let me hear you," he spits out as he curls his fingers more, hitting the spongy spot inside of you over and over again till the sound of your juices squelching echoes in the room.

"Coryo, Coryo, Coryo," you gasp, repeating his name with a cry and holding tightly onto his free hand.

He keeps fucking you through your orgasm, his fingers and hand wet with your cum. You nudge him with your foot when it's too much, your words jumbled in your tongue.

You lay limp on the bed, body flushed and covered in a sheen of sweat. Your hair sticks to your forehead, and your skirt is wrinkled and skewed on your midsection. You believe you look like an outright mess, but to Coriolanus, you couldn't look more perfect than in that moment.

As he removes his fingers from your fluttering hole, a string of cum stretches between his fingers and your cunt. Impulsively, he brings them up to his lips to taste you.

"Coryo, no, what?" You pipe up, embarrassed.

"Mmm," he hums in pleasure. He's on the verge is saying fuck it and fucking you tonight. You taste so divine he wants to get in between your pretty thighs to clean you all up, "Have you never tasted yourself?"

"No, I've never thought to," you murmur, scrunching your nose.

"You taste good," Coryo says, plunging his fingers into you again, making you whine from oversensitivity. "Try it."

Not giving you a choice, he presses his index and middle fingers to your lips. You part them slowly, dipping your head to take them into your mouth. The ring on Coriolanus's middle finger clicks against your teeth. You look at Coryo as you suck them, searching for his approval.

"Good, right?" He asks when he pulls his fingers back.

You shyly nod, surprised by your behavior. Your trust in Coryo is so immense that you don't question his actions. Anything he'd ask you would do.

Coriolanus smiles widely, cupping your face to kiss you. He's proud of you and of your progress today. He's happy to have someone to mold to his needs as well.

He's complacent at the moment, seeing you act shy, and he has no problem being delicate, either. Still, a part of him can't wait to have you in his grasp to properly bite and squeeze and spank to his desires. To have you teetering on the edge of pain and pleasure along with him.

"Coryo?" You call for him as he stands from the bed. You grab his hand, pulling him back down.

"Yes, darling? Is there something wrong?" Coriolanus questions, scanning your body for any discomfort.

"I want to…" You want to touch him. His hard-on is clearly visible on his red pants, and you would be a liar if you said you weren't curious as to how it looks.

"To what…" He wonders. You point down to his crotch, where you can make out the outline of his erection. "You want to suck my cock?"

"Yes, I want to make you feel good," you nod with your puppy dog eyes, and he has to will himself to say no. It's a difficult task when you're desperate to fall into his hands.

"My darling girl, don't worry about me. We'll get around to it another day. It's late," he softly chuckles, kissing your cheek. You've run out of time, soon your parents will be home. They probably don't want to find you being fucked by your boyfriend. "I promise you can help me next time, yeah?"

"Promise," you smile.

His eyes flicker to your lips to memorize them. He'll be sure to picture them tonight when he's fucking his fist. He thinks you'll be a good little cocksucker because of the way you eagerly sucked on his fingers earlier.

If not, he'll teach you.

Who knew he'd become a mentor of sorts once again.

*sips tea* thank you for reading! i really hope you liked it!

*starts choking on blood* damn it coriolanus, not again! before i go just know i'm working on ways to destress part 2! i will be back, this is not the end! *head thumps on the table*

#fanfiction #smut #coriolanus snow #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus x you #the hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #hunger games fanfiction #coriolanus snow fanfiction

[blue-sadie]

Temperamental

Neteyam x Mate Reader x Aonung

Summary: they might as well keep you on a leash

Warning: reader gets distracted quiet easily, poly relationship, stress build up, reader has a break down. aged up characters

Yn/3rd person pov

"umm neteyam" i murmured holding the button down on the intercom that was attached to my neck as I wondered through the unfamiliar part of the island.

"Yes my love" he sighed with exhaustion, I cringed to myself already knowing what his reaction will be to my current situation.

"I uh..... I got lost again" I shamefully admitted and yelped as a little creature jumped out the bush and ran away.

I heard a deep sigh from his end and a soft call for aonung "ok baby we're on our way" he said before his side went dead.

I sat on a small rock and fidgeted with my fingers as I waited, I didn't mean for this to happen its just I've been so distracted lately because I've taken on tasks that I can't seem to keep up with.

And it seems that the village seem to leave a ton of more tasks for me to do and if I don't do them or do them right they give me an almost disappointed look.

It makes it hard to be around the boys because their amazing and exceed their expectations and even more and I'm just here making it more difficult.

I pulled my knees into my chest and wrapped my arms around them tightly sometimes I just feel like a burden to them.

"Yn" my head jerked to the direction of their voices "Im here" I called out to them and walked to their direction "there you are" aonung said and pulled me into his arms.

"you had us worried sick" neteyam muttered and ran a hand through his hair "i-im sorry" I whispered.

"Let's go home" aonung butted in and had his arm around my shoulder as we started making our way back to the village.

It was night time when we got back and the boys were tired so I quickly made a quick meal for them.

"We should keep her on a leash I'm telling you" my eyes flattered in sadness as I heard neteyam speak to aonung.

"Nete come on she was fine" aonung reasoned but neteyam just sighed "she could've gotten hurt" he said making aonung reconsider his words "maybe".

I gulped and quickly brought over their food and decided to eat mine a little ways from them by myself.

Why can't I life up to my expectations why can't I be perfect, all these thoughts clouded my head as i just played with my food not feeling that hungry.

Maybe I just need to sleep this off, I got to my feet and packed up my food and cleaned up before murmuring a 'goodnight' before heading to bed.

It didn't take long for sleep to find me but all I was missing was the boys warmth surrounding me 'maybe their not tired'.

-Next morning-

I woke up feeling a slight tug on my back "w-whats going on" I asked sleepily as I slowly sat up and rubbing my eyes.

"We've decided this will keep you safe" neteyam said as he showed me the rope attached to my back.

My eyes widened "w-what" I pulled at the rope but he held fast "s-stop" I tried taking it off but aonung held my hands so I couldn't.

"Yn" he murmured crouching in front of me as he stared into my eyes "this will keep you safe".

"Please no" I said as tears filled my eyes and my breathing started to become uneven.

"Please" I whispered "why are you crying my love" aonung asked and wiped my tears away.

"I-i can't do it anymore" I cried looking down at my lap "can't do what yn" neteyam voice was full of concern as he sat beside me and wrapped his arms around me.

"I can't be perfect I can never be perfect" I hiccuped my body shaking with each one.

"You are perfect" aonung smiled as he urged me to look at him "but I'm not you guys are you do more then your asked and me I can't even finish my chores without getting side tracked" I sniffed making them coo at me and hold me close.

"I see you finish all your tasks so what are you not finishing" neteyam murmured I sighed heavily "a-a few of the people has asked me to help them out and it seems that a lot of them want me to do their work to" I said.

The boys stared silently before taking off the rope and pulled me back into be "w-what" I asked and blushed as I was sandwiched between them tightly.

"We're sorry we didn't take notice sooner" neteyam whispered and kissed my cheek lightly.

"I'm sorry that we didn't take care of you when you needed it most"

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[elvenbeard]

omg i wanna know more about vince's arasaka ex-boyfriend! he looks cute! hope he's not a dick. but then again you gotta be a certain level of dick to survive in arasaka so maybe im setting myself up. do the other co-workers know or was it a hush-hush thing?

AAHHH!!! öashdfafd thanks so much for asking!!! BETTER BUCKLE UP, this is gonna be long and angsty xDD

(putting his not-100%-polished or canon appearance here again cause I like having pics with my long posts XD)

Okay so... his name is Shou, like Vince he is half-Japanese, but he actually grew up and spent the majority of his life in Japan. He comes from a similar background as Vince, too, corpo-family with ties to Arasaka, excellent education, good grades, a little bit of an outsider even, but he never intermittently left the corpo world like Vince did. He got his entry-level position job at Arasaka fresh out of university and has been (outwardly) loyal and obedient ever since, rising in ranks in no time.

He's roughly 10 years older than Vince, and in 2074 gets transferred to Night City from Tokyo, to help with the expansion of the Counterintel department there. Technically he's on Jenkins' level, experience- and skill-wise, but since everything works a bit differently in Night City, for the time being he ends up a part of Jenkins' team on a level with Vince. It would've been Jenkins' duty to show Shou the ropes actually, but he delegates the task to good old Agent V instead, and that's how they first properly get to know and work with each other.

Let's just say, there is definitely an instant curiosity/interest and base-level of attraction from both sides XD Vince and Shou work well together, share a lot of common interests, have similar ambitious personalities, (both of them are a little bit of a dick, really), and inevitably they also spend a lot of time together. The one thing that Vince is most interested in though, that Shou always seems to avoid answering directly, is why he volunteered to come to Night City from Tokyo. Most people V knows that are striving to rise to the top would wish for it to be the other way around. Shou is always like "I wanted a change of scenery", "I wanted to broaden my horizon", "It looks good on my resume to be in the teamlead of this project" and so on, but none of that feels 100% genuine and so Vince keeps his walls up and tries to maintain a professional distance, despite really liking him otherwise. Emphasis on "tries", cause Shou is not making it easy for him either xD

Some time passes, Vince is still adamant about not wanting a relationship with a coworker (also because he is low-key worried if he lets someone into his life too closely, they might discover he's in contact with Jackie and leaking very classified company secrets to him now and then). But still, one evening Shou and him end up alone at a bar together and one thing leads to another...

Initially their relationship was definitely more on the hush-hush side, not because they were ashamed of it or anything, but because Vince didn't want to be blamed with treating Shou favorably over the others in his team because he was sleeping with him. As time went on though the others definitely caught on, and there was a little bit of drama and bad blood, but nothing they didn't know how to deal with. They had to make it official towards Jenkins and the head of the department at the time soon-ish after becoming a thing anyway though, to not run into problems on that side either, but it went surprisingly smooth. Vince actually was very very happy at the time and wouldn't have figured to ever find someone he'd click so well with that he started to imagine a long-lasting future together.

Long story short though... It never came to that. I mentioned in the lore post that their relationship ended abruptly and bitter, and yeah. Let's just say, Shou hadn't come to Night City for a change of scenery, but as part of an elaborate plan he'd been setting up for years to get out of Arasaka for good, make a bunch of money in the process, and disappear from the face of the earth. Fuck off to somewhere where they'd never be able to track him down, the Soviet Union or something like that. He hadn't planned on genuinely falling in love with Vince though.

Aware that Vince was (apparently) very loyal to Arasaka, he also knew it would need some effort to convince him to come along with him, leave everything behind for good and start over somewhere new. So, what's his idea here? Make it seem like Vince is leaking info to a competing corp by messing with his computer and files. He abused Vince's trust to basically force him to come with him, cause at the press of a button he'd be able to notify Jenkins of Vince’s “betrayal” and he would have no other choice but to run away. Vince figures this out accidentally, and just briefly before Shou can set him up in a way so that there would’ve been no turning back. Since Vince is *actually* leaking company info, just not to a corp but his best friend whose safety he’s now also extremely scared for, he kind of has to make a choice between “run away with the love of my life” and “run to Jenkins and tell him about the setup before Shou can go through with his plan”. And he ends up choosing Jenkins out of loyalty to Jackie.

Let’s just say… the ensuing chaos did not end well for neither Shou nor Vince, but at least Vince walks out of it somewhat alive. Shou never felt in the wrong btw (and really, he was not wrong to want to get himself and Vince out of Arasaka asap). He did what he did out of love, genuinely convinced it was the only thing and the right thing he could've done. Best, most loving intentions, worst possible execution.

(one day, when I have Vince in NPV format, be ready for gut-wrenching VP of all of this. I'M NOT OKAY ABOUT THEM. Also, imagine the very awkward convo with Kerry later on that starts with "So, I told you everything about Louise... now how did your last relationship end?")

#cyberpunk 2077 #corpo v #vincent ezaki #shou #shou doesn't have a last name yet but he will one day I promise XDD he'll get his own tag #agent v and agent shou - instant solidarity through one-syllable names xD #and he ends up one of the main reasons why Vince has such massive trust issues with others and letting people close #answered asks #swearingcactus #seriously thanks so much for asking and enabling me to ramble about the tragic blorbos #long post

[isabelguerra]

boys im gonna be honest i’m deep in my ‘i am never going to post wizard au’ era again both because of The Elephant In The Room and also its so much god damn work. its so much work. im not gonna do that in my free time. so since i know there were people invested in the fic series and worldlore or whatever why dont we just talk about it instead. its got wizards. its got izjo. you wanna hear about the 6 year long wizard izjo slowburn? i can talk for ages about the 6 year long wizard izjo slowburn.

eightfold is a giant spider isabel sneaks into the library when theyre first years but by second year shes gotten too big to keep hiding. isabel tries sneaking out to help her escape but johnny catches her in the act so he gets roped in and it turns into a whole heist sneaks to get eightfold out of the wizard castle unnoticed without getting caught. at midnight. saying bye is bittersweet but on the walk back they start bickering as usual and they hate each other so much but oops oh no wait this is fun. they’re having fun actually. haha get back here. and they get back 2 dorms safe and giggling and shoving each other and its nice and isabel opens up a little bit and says thanks for being there that was super annoying but cough uh. ended up being really nice and shes glad he was there. it was nice not being alone while saying bye to her best friend. so she GUESSES maybe he isnt SO bad or whatever. and then puts the bravado back on and is grinning wide and laughing again and haha oh man did he see that ghost in the corridor with the- but johnny is NOT listening. he is still stuck on ‘i had a nice time being around you’ (<- he is unused to positive reinforcement. he is accustomed to the norm of ‘(i think) people (my friends) like me because im good at exerting myself over others in a way that makes them feel bad but makes us feel good’ and not ‘i enjoyed being around you just for you’) and is not taking it well. also very jarred and offput by the new side of his wizard sport partner, very thrown off kilter. thrown off his groove. they NEVER have good times together. like they dont have BAD times but this has never been like A Thing before but she just said it so now it IS and. okay. maybe he had fun. maybe he DID have fun. and maybe shes good to push against cause she pushes back and maybe he can admire or at least respect the tenacity it takes to do that with him. and maybe it feels cool when that look get in her eye and he knows hes in for a good duel or like shes not looking like that now but this is fine too yknow. like the warm smiling and goofy laughing and dorm fireplace lighting and the tired soft look hes never seen her with before is fine no biggie he doesnt mind. but yes he does hes freaked out. so he bolts and thinks ‘surely that isn’t something i gotta worry about’ and then worries about for the next 6 years

isabel has a tendency to keep even her closest friends a little at bay but unfortunately thats very hard to do when you share a wizard commonroom with a loudmouthed fire hazard who is also your wizard sport partner. so they end up spending a lot of time together thanks to proximity. proximity after about 3 years turns to tentative friendship. tentative friendship after 4 years turns to ‘at the point of late night study sessions draped across each other on the couch because we have shit to do and im not letting you fail because if you do you wont be able to play in the next match and if we lose cause of it im kicking your ass’ (<- ‘i like hanging out with you’). the others come over often but theres only so much time you can spend with someone who is not in your wizard school group versus someone who is and is around you 24/7. so theyre not bffs yes but they might as well be. so one day theyre learning about some idk wizard beast and oops forgot to bow or whatever, johnny gets owned and so ollie&isabel take him 2 the nurse. the catalyst here is isabel knows by now that this is someone she cares about and considers a friend but shes REALLY caught off guard at just how MUCH this is stressing her out. not wizard game related. not in a bickery play way. she doesnt know when she started caring so much, but now she IS and hes someone important to her. and hes hurt. and shes going to stay in this god damn infirmary pacing and foot tapping and doing jumping jacks to get out the energy while her brain goes 100000 miles per second. and she does that for about 4 hours. anyway johnnys fine but even after hes fine isabel is still stuck with the ‘why was That my reaction’ realization. and the answer is she li

6th year max gets his ass thrown in the trio sorcerer championship and literally all his suffering is secondary because this is an izjo au. both their feelings are still there both of them still have no idea what to do with them or how to get them out in normal ass ways. so first night back to school johnny dares everyone to sneak into the woods after curfew and see who lasts longer. hes not 12 anymore but he is 16 which arguably is worse. the bullying has lessened the scoundrelism has amplified. everyone gets terrified. scatters. haha oh its you (record scratch) guess we’re walking around the spooky woods trying to find our friends! gee the atmosphere and flustered skittishness i get around you that makes me uncomfortable because i dont know how to deal with it SURE IS amplified right now! better fall back on familiar tactics and scenarios: friendly frustrated bickering and mild threats of violence. they get in a verbal fight and have a ‘would you shut up’ ‘why dont you make me’ ‘And Then They Kiss’ moment while the emotions are super heightened and isabel, who initiated it, isabel kissed him first, then proceeds to realize what she did and loses her god damn mind freaking out and apologizing while johnny stands there totally frozen and maybe for the first time ever shocked into total speechlessness. and then max falls out of a tree and ollie finds them and ed and rj are with them and sos stephen so theyre like HAHA OKAY GANG ! GREAT DARE ! LETS HEAD BACK NOW ! and johnny lays awake in bed that night kicking his feet in the air

wizard prom in december. they dont go together because theyre idiots and not at that point where asking someone (each other) to wizard prom is something they can do. but they both break away from the crowd at similar times and end up hanging out most of the night, which jsabel gets in trouble with her grandpa for, but before then she has a lot more fun. they ditch the wizard prom hall and go romp around campus and the sports pitch and they Dont Talk About What Happened In September. they dont. its unspoken. if you bring it back up that means its real. oh hey wait hold on whats that. what is that. is that- oh damn its that one plant. with the- yeah its the winter holiday kiss tradition plant. where like if its over you you gotta kiss. yeah like on the mouth. wow that’s crazy. ahahahah damn well yknow it IS the rules so they should probably- cause yknow like, so they, yknow, yeah. yeah like with lips and stuff. man thats sooooo lame and sucky too bad the plant rules say we gotta :/ shoot that sure blows :/ crazy how this world works. cringe. anyway so about that ki- and then max walks in .2 seconds beforehand and ruins the moment and its funny because i like torturing him. max tells ksabel Hey Uh We Gotta Do The Closing Dance Okay Bye. spells broken though and she leaves they do not kiss. but theyre both left with the knowledge that the other person WANTED to enough that they were willing to exploit a cliche social tradition just to find an excuse for it.

im so tired i keep fading jn and out of consciousness writing this. isabels wizard fear monster (franciso) fucks her up pretty badly. she runs out of the classroom back to the wizard dorms, youll never believe who goes after to check on her. T 60k+ slowburn, hurt/comfort, fluff, pep talks, Decisions Made Under High Emotions (second kiss) (johnny initiated kiss) (isabel is getting kissed this time) (hes standing right behind me isnt he) max walks in on them again. isabel is bluescreening. johny promptly leaves. max her best friend max is like ‘i would like to stop always seeing you guys about to lip lock’ isabel wants to be swallowed by the ground. i cant finish this im so tired. look at my comprehensive au romcom plotlines boy

#paranatural #nain tag i dont. EVEN care !

[geminiskylight]

Hi there Past dreamtale frisk and Nightmare passive Dreamtale past

Hi there ! Welcome ! Thank u so liking to know more about my au ^^

About Hope past , I’m still working on the details of the her past story ( I’ve been having some IRL issues that I couldn’t bring myself to draw as much as before ,)

But the most sure facts is :

* Frisk didn’t use to live in the same village as the brothers , she used to live in village a little farther than theirs

* frisk was hated and disliked by the villagers for having 2 different eye colors ( in the past something like this is considered a curse )

* ( im still working on this part but what I still have in mind for this is - ) by night the villagers snatched / kidnapped hope ,( while she was a sleep ) tied her up to piece of wood , and then threw her in the river near by the village . They did this just to rid their village from having the possibility of getting cursed ( from hearing a rumor that a far way village has been cursed )

* now since it’s woods , it’s floats , frisk woke up to find herself tied up she screamed for help , but no one came , while trying to break free the end of the wood got stuck on a rock that ended up flipping everything…

Frisk was desperate, trying to break free , calling for help … anyone… to help her ….

Before she loses consciousness someone land their hands to her , they cut down the ropes and freed her … before she passed out all she saw and heard a skeleton face with a moon crown telling her that’s it’s gonna be alright

* when frisk woke up she was shocked to see 2 monster skeletons looking at her and she was covered with nightmare jacket in order to make her warm from being so wet

They both asked her if she’s alright , if she still feel any pain … she said : i fine , thank u … saving me

They both smiled knowing she’s okey , and frisk … for a first time someone smiled at her … at that moment … tears came down from her face ( those were happy tears )

Dream said it’s gonna be alright and asked frisk where she came from , so they bring her home, the look of fear struck on her face and nightmare knew immediately that’s her “home ” is not a safe place

He took dream hand and went to the side

Nightmare :- we can’t get her back to her village…

Dream :- why ?

Nightmare:- they did that to her … that explains being tied up to a piece of wood … and I just felt the fear of her hearing you mentioning her village … she scared

Dream :- then what do we do ?? We can’t just leave her here !

Nightmare took another look at her and then went up to her and then asked if she’d like to live with them

They both ( frisk and dream ) got shocked but frisk … that’s the first time anyone has ever asked for her company, for being wanted … she cried and hugged nightmare thanking him for wanting her

Nightmare in his mind ( I’ll never let u go through this pain again )

Dream looked at them both and then smiled knowing that his brother has someone who isn’t afraid of him

Dream came to frisk and *pat her head saying that you’re with us now , we’ll take good care of you little star

And they took her with them , taking care of her from that moment on

[moldwood]

i have 15 minutes before my work day starts, so why not have some reflections on 2023 for the lunar new year since my zodiac the dragon returns to me ☀️

PASSION

at the very end of the year, i did something i had always wanted to do and stepped down from work into a substitute position so i could focus on my art. it has been... slow, but i think it was the right move. whenever im not making something, i really cannot stand life. of course, i wont be able to stand it if i cant eat either, so well see how things turn out by the end of this year. i do think i need to get some art priorities in order, because im jumping around between a lot of projects which means theyre all getting done very slowly. i need to start focusing on one thing at a time, i think, but i really am enjoying the new stronger presence art has in my life.

MOOD

i really feel better than ever in regards to myself! most likely due to the aforementioned outpouring of passion into things ive wanted to do for YEARS. for the past few years, ive been a bit more aware of everything going on in my head than when i was a teen since i was still processing a lot of trauma, so ive been letting myself have a bit more slack on the rope in terms of "acting out of character" if that makes any sense. having a solid personality isnt something i really worry about since i know your sense of self is always shifting in every circumstance, but there were just some ways i never acted before that i let myself try on, find out its not for me, and then i end up feeling even more solid in who i am since i know what im not. i always knew i wasnt a giggly, happy-go-lucky person, but now i know that i can feel that way when i really really like someone. laios im talking about laios i have to be honest.

FRIENDSHIP

i think its my own personal failing that i overlook red flags from friends and try to make excuses for their behavior up until its too late and i have trouble not realizing that giving them an open space to be themself away from the world and support isnt enough to change that some are the type of people who are just looking for an excuse to think poorly of you anyway. i dont think im an overly kind person who will coddle someone being bad to me or a friend, but i definitely dont put my foot down enough. it happens in minor ways, but it happened in a major way again recently. if i had a dime for every time it turned into something severe, i would have two dimes. eight years apart and i let someone do the same thing, just minus suicide baiting me this time

tldr a friend of a friend sent that friend some stuff and it turns out that a friend who is no longer a friend turned into an islamophobe or at least started following islamophobic accounts and is very... delusional about the whole friendship + the kind of people we are + how we thought of him + really just wanted to think the worst of us and felt now he had a reason. we didnt read much more and felt no need to. its for the best that it's over, though, i think. he really was like that the whole friendship and didnt put any value on the things i/we did for him because it was never enough, which i knew the whole time but ignored because i thought if i did enough it would be enough, which leads me to:

i have been focusing more on loving my friends lately in the wake of that. i always have, though im not very vocal/chatty, so ive always shown it in my own way through giving drawings and gifts whenever im able. im never worried that i dont have a place in their lives, and im trying to worry less about the disconnect between how im thought of vs how i am. i think more what i am focusing on now is that i was always a very busy person, so while my friends were always very important to me, i want to do even more to show that since i want them to be sure of it. i dont have much time for any more projects, but i want to make sure they know i would do all i can for them outside of just drawing. i think this will help a bit with feeling more comfortable saying when i think something theyre doing isnt chill to me since the feeling would Hopefully go from me being bossy to me being just looking out for them being their best selves/not letting myself be misunderstood which just happens bc i dont talk very clearly not out of any lack of caring (there is a jumbled mess between my head and my mouth)

i also want to try to make new friends, or at least new acquaintances. theres a few people (mutuals 🥴) ive really wanted to talk to more, but i never know what to say. which makes sense, since i dont even talk with my friends all that much, usually only just whatever comes up in the current conversation in vc. autism damned. that boy cannot hold a conversation for his life. but maybe drawings are the way to go. my hands are all ive got IN SUMMARY

there are more thoughts and i dont have time to reread + word everything all nice because i have to work now. it is all a rambling train of thought mess. BUT tldr: life is really good right now and i feel more solid in the friendships im keeping and i am excited for my future art endeavors now that the last thing i was waiting for (the mixing palette!!!) came in. of course friendship is the longest section its the most important thing to me. anyway dreams for the year quickly ummmmm

✦ i want to learn how to use gouache. i have it! but i have to wait till i get a few projects out to get started. i think this will be very fun and very good for me because its been so long since ive played with a new medium ✦ i want to get better at small talk. how is the weather? do you like this type of weather? what type of weather do you like? what do you like to do when it is that type of weather? ✦ i want to visit prague to see if moving there would be good + feasible. my mom and half sister want to take a trip there, so i really hope that pans out and we can all go! ✦i want to work through my moral ocd about opening up a patreon/kofi and selling merch. people wouldnt subscribe if they didnt already have the money to. it doesnt matter if i make and sell 40 acrylic charms that are plastic and bad for the environment, taylor swift takes a private jet for a 20 minute car ride. ✦ i want to reach a higher fluency with arabic. its hard to find time to practice with my huge workload, so i think once i get better at time management with the projects, i can devote my mornings to a lesson a day and make better progress. ✦ lastly ig i want to try more new foods. i have been for the past several years, but i still am not the best at having good food consistently. im too busy right now to cook every day, so again i guess when i get better at time management between projects and life, i can devote some time in the week to meal prep + cooking good food. thank you laios dungeon meshi for reinforcing this. i already knew it but now theres a hot boy telling me it

2024 the year of more wahoooooo more taking more giving more drawing more cooking more dreaming more sun in the summer

#dear diary #☺ i cant say im necessarily looking forward to the future because i know it will be hard especially in the coming years #but i think i can still look forward to the good times and that i can firmly say ill weather the bad times no problem

[liverpool-enjoyer]

Prepare for a long-ass length ask:

Leo

YES. PSYCHIC/NORMAL 100%

"using calm mind 24/7" -> Love this

But also Belly Drum-

Lowkey picturing him as a Lioone for whatever reason-

Ney

Again, 100% agree! What else is there to say haha

BUT (as a gym leader) he has one random Ludicolo-

"Why do you have a Ludicolo when you're an electric type?"

"Because he's just a groovy lil' dude :("

Jordan

My bbg-

I'm so biased towards him it's pathetic-

Imagine: Flareon Jordan <3

Hidden ability Guts and a move pool consisting of Will-O-Wisp, Flare Blitz, Helping Hand, and Double-Edge

Works well with Poison Andy (more below!) and Grass Trent (more below!) to trigger Guts!!

And just like Jordan, this move set is all or nothing. Both Flare Blitz and Double-Edge have so much recoil damage, but Jordan is okay with being Poisoned or Paralyzed by Andy or Trent to boost the damage/recoil further.

And while he could open Helping Hand or WOW for a recovery move, how would he help Virgil?

The Team >>> Him. <- Or that's what he thinks at least...

Virgil

100% agree with the typings again!

"i realize this leaves him quad weak to fighting n fire" -> Which is why he's weak to Jordan haha

In a double battle with Jordan, I'd have him set up an Iron Defense first while Jordan burns with WOW.

Follow that up with a Helping Hand boosted Iron Head and it's over.

Luis

Nothing to say here when it explains itself haha

Andy

Love water type Andy!

But also consider: Water/Poison

Why? Andy is a nasty little bugger who will wear you down slowly over time. A defensive type but is capable of dealing big damage if you let him.

Imagine: Toxapex Andy with the Merciless ability and the move pool consisting of Baneful Bunker, Venoshock, Hydro Pump, and Recover.

I remember using a Toxapex like that in Pokemon Showdown. Always ends in a win or a rage quit by the other player lmao

Trent

Agree with you 100% once more

But consider: Remove Grassy Terrain and add Vine Whip for damage. Plus he does tend the whip the ball into the opponents box!

Him and Andy would be crazy together. It would be a stall-battle.

Sergio

Same as Luis haha

Millie

I raise you Rock/Fighting Millie

"how rock type gym leaders tend to be the first you face in the game as theyre meant to show new trainers the ropes" -> Yes but Millie as a Radical Red/Emerald Kaizo starting Rock gym leader-

AKA: Will shut you down before your nuzlock even begins.

Klopp

Something is telling me to add a secondary Psychic typing.

Too bad this means Dark type Pep beats the shit out of him-

BUT nothing that a little Destiny Bond can't fix!

Alisson

If this is based off of @liverpoolfanfiction's Supernatural AU (I've stumbled across it before!) then...

Imagine: Cutiefly Alisson

OR Mawile Alisson except instead of a big mouth, it's a big glove haha

I really geeked out over this (particularly Jordan/Andy as you can tell haha), so thank you so much for accepting my request!! <3

EHEHEHEHE MORE SOCCER/POKEMON CROSSOVER TO GEEK OUT OVER THIS WAS A FUN READ TY LUV

ohmygosh i cant BELIEVE youre a showdown toxapex user LMAOOOO. i love using toxapex myself but playing AGAINST it??? every time i see that my opponent has one i hafta take a second to think abt whether i have the time for this, cause i KNOW im not going anywhere anytime soon

i actually considered making andy a poison type like real shit!!! but i didnt rlly know to put it into words without making him look like a DICK lmao

N NUZLOCKE KILLER MILLY IS SO ACCURATE LMAOOOO I LAUGHED

im feeling VERY inspired to do a "INSERTPLAYERHERE's pokemon team" series rn,,,

thank you so much for this lovely reaction/ask i am LOVING geeking out over pokemon n football w you <3

#to all my moots who arent into pokemon: #its MY hyperfixation n i get to choose the movie #love you all <3 #ty for the ask <3 #pokemon #leo messi #neymar #jordan henderson #andy robertson #trent alexander arnold #virgil van djik #liverpool #liverpool fc #lfc #luis suarez #sergio ramos #james milner #jurgen klopp #pep guardiola #alisson becker

[tuberculosis-ridden]

Taken

I got up, I felt groggy like I was drugged or something. Everything was dark. I could feel a piece of cloth tied to my head covering my eyes. My hands were tied behind the chair that I was sitting on. I brushed my hand slightly on the rope, it was double knotted.

I shook my head trying to clear my mind

“hello?” I said, my voice sounding raspy. “are you serious this the third time this week, the whole kidnapping thing is getting old”

“where is Seok?” a voice asked

“I am going to kill that idiot, how many people did he piss of?” I whispered to myself

“look dude, I don’t know what Seok did to piss you of but I have nothing to do with him. In fact I’d kill him myself” I said

“does that usually work?” he asked with a hint of laughter in his voice

“it was worth a shot alright” I said “what do you want? Revenge? Its not going to happen trust me. I haven’t seen him since he left without any explanation or warning.”

“wait so he’s actually missing?” he said

“yeah no shit. Hey if you see him beat his ass from my side will ya?” I said “now if you could please leave me, I have a test in like 20 minutes man and unfortunately a magical ancient being, being missing doesn’t stop it”

I could hear him stand up and walk towards me, I moved more back towards the chair with a million thoughts running around my head.

Slowly he pulled out the cloth from my eyes. Everything went hazy for awhile and my eyes finally adjusted to the light.

In front of me I saw a man, he looked , dare I say ethereal. But like Seok type of ethereal. 

Absolutely beautiful . His eyes , it shined like sunlight through a bottle of whiskey. I almost got lost in them for awhile.

“what are you staring at?” he asked raising his eyebrows

“Are you a vulpix?” I asked

“what the hell is a vulpix?”

“the creature that Seok is”

“well yes I am. How could you tell?” he asked

“you kinda look like him” I said tilting my head trying to picture Seok

“I look nothing like him” he snapped

“whoa there didn’t mean to hit a nerve, my bad.” I said “who even are you? I know most of the people who are trying to kill Seok but I can’t seem to recognize you”

“Why? Am I the only one not giving an evil monologue telling you who I am and why im trying to kill him?”

“yes actually, how did you know that?”

He scoffed and he looked at me. “why does he keep you around?”

“why did he keep me around, big difference also im the one asking questions here hello?”

He turned and looked at me, and I saw it. The scar. It didn’t take me long to put everything together

“no way, wow I thought you were a drunk man’s legend this whole time” I said

“what is that supposed to mean?” he asked sitting down.

“you are Sious. His brother, aren’t you?”

“I am not his brother” he snapped

“holy shit, he said you’d say that” I said with my eyes wide in amusement. I tried to get up when I realized my hands were still tied.

“uh, can you please help me out” I said tugging at the rope. I should really learn how to free myself.

He sighed and leaned down to untie me.

He smelled like pine.

No I did not sniff him. Maybe just a tad bit.

“another dead end” I heard him-or Sious-murmur.

“so you’re looking for him too huh? Any luck?” I asked

He glared at me “does it look like it?”

I blinked. Ha right.

I looked around the place I was. It was an apartment. Not going to lie I was kind of disappointed. I thought Sious would live in some old classic house, you know like how you’d think an immortal would live? With fancy old artifacts and wine on display.

That’s how Seok said he’d live.

I turned around to see Sious staring at me. He looked like he was trying to solve a puzzle.

“what?” I asked

“nothing”

“it looks like something”

“don’t you have a test?”

Realization struck “oh crap” I said running to gather my things. “crap, crap, crap”

“its just a test” he deadpanned

“I wish” I said hurrying. I took a sticky note and wrote down my number and stuck it on the fridge

“that’s my number. I know there is no reason for you to contact me or anything, but if you find anything about him please let me know.” I put on my shoe and opened the door  “And if you see him, tell him im going to beat the shit out of him.” I said as I ran out.

#dialogue prompt #prompts #writing prompt #writers on tumblr #Daylight #creative writing #writeblr

[ventingbaybe]

1/16/24

I did end up moving out after that last post, two or so years ago.

Im on my second year break from school, the whole point of the gap year was to save money for school. I got kicked out though, so there went that.

My parents dont like when i word it that i got kicked out, I was “heavily implied that I should move out so that I can thrive away from my family because they didnt sign up to start taking care of me again because I couldnt go back to school” but not kicked out.

I got a second job, worked 80 hour weeks for a while, quit one, work the other. Moved from one apartment to another and then another. I dont have any roommates, just me. I cant get an animal because it would be irresponsible when im planning on going back to school and wouldnt be able to bring them with me.

Every month I pay $1000 in rent, $500 in my loan repayment, and whatever other shit i get roped into.

I have a boyfriend. I had a crush on him at the beginning of last summer, we met at work. I ended up getting over him at one point. But sometime in October I got drunk and flirted with him, we went on a couple dates and made it official. Its awkward. We dont have anything to talk about and dont have anything in common. I feel bad that I cant be the partner that he deserves, but we just arent fit for one another. We need to break up but we havent had any free time to see eachother and actually have a talk about anything. Hes a great guy, but romantically we just arent compatible at all.

Were having a winter storm in my state and just my washing machine pipe froze, so last night at 2am I got to spend hours cleaning up my overflowed washing machine and hand wringing out and emptying the machine. I feel constantly overwhelmed and like Im drowning, but I dont have a solid enough support system to feel helped. This isnt to diss my friends or anything, I just need professional help at this point and cant keep burdening my friends with this kind of constant badgering of venting.

I need to make some more friends, like actual friends I hang out with who are on a similar level of being grown up as me. I need other people who are moved out that I can find some relation and comfort in. I just dont feel like I have anyone solid in my corner that I can turn to at this moment. Its my own fault which is even more frustrating.

I wish i could just go home and curl up on the couch and be comforted. Im a grown person whose fully moved out, supported completely by myself, but I just want my mom. I wish her and I were close. But neither of us are willing to let down our egos enough to ever talk without fighting. One time my mom told me she likes me better when Im drunk, because Im quiet and sweet. So everytime i go over, I have a drink and pretend it affects me more than it does.

I was a functioning alcoholic for most of my senior year of highschool. I’d drink nearly half a bottle of vodka every night. It hurts to see people compliment how I act when im drunk more than when Im sober. I wish I was a likable person. I dont know why I lash out, why I cant not have the last word, but I also wish i didnt have to fight everyone at any given moment.

I dont know why i fight but I dont know why everyone around me loves to rile me up.

My family has always known I had anger issues, and nothing made them laugh harder than seeing me lose my temper, if i got mad i was laughed at. If i got sad I was laughed at. If i stayed sat at that dining room table and went quiet then i was laughed at. If i excused myself to go to my room or hide in the bathroom, I was laughed at. There was no way to get away from the ridicule besides being an asshole back, and then someone else was always allowed to storm off. No one else was laughed at when they left. The table would go silent until everyone else excused themselves and it was just me.

Theres nothing quite like being left alone while everyone else comforts eachother. Why wasnt I included. Was it my own fault? Was I that repulsive of a kid? A teen? What about me was so fundamentally wrong that I couldnt be included.

I remember being young, maybe 9 at this memory. My brother had said something, I said something back, he stormed off and told my mom. I remember feeling excited when my mom came to my door. I remember thinking maybe it was my turn to be comforted. To be held and rocked the way she would to my brothers. I remember standing there while she screamed at me, hearing my brothers doors squeak open so they could tune in to the show. Being ridiculed for being such a horrible daughter, a horrible sister, just a base level horrible person to be around. How much my brothers would complain to my parents about how much they hated me.

Watching my mother stand there with this blank face as I would stand there, tears welled up in my eyes being told that if it wasnt for being family, I would be unloved.

She would hug me after, let my tears soak into the shoulder of her shirt, and say nothing as Id choke out apologies for being how I was. She’d stand there and hold me, telling me that all I could do was change.

So I tried. I tried so hard. I distanced myself from my family so they wouldnt have to deal with me. I got criticized for hiding away and hating them.

Now that I dont live there its easier. I dont see any of them often and they seem happy. My older brother is also moved out but he was still over there constantly, having dinner with the family most nights. I would tell my mom I would swing by later and come over to an empty house. Id wait for an hour, thinking maybe they were all just out, but they wouldnt be back. Id put away whatever Id brought over and leave, a silent drive back home to throw myself into an empty apartment and sit there. Not even a text to acknowledge whatever Id brought. Who knows if they even noticed.

I know my parents care about me, at least on some level. My dad comes over to help me set up my wifi, he drove me to work during this snow storm. I can see that on a base level he cares. But I hate that ill never know how much. Some people you can just sense it when you meet their parents, how they interact, how their parents look at them so fondly.

I feel embarrassed when my friends meet my family, not because Im embarrassed of my family, but because I know that the way I talk about my family isnt reciprocated. That no matter how many stories of my family I can share to my friends, how fondly I talk about them and their achievements, how every eyelash I wish on is spent wishing for my family to receive only the best, I know that when my friends look at my family and I, they dont see that fond look that their parents give them.

No matter how funny I can be around my friends, it will never translate over with my family. How I get quiet and move to the background around family.

I wish I was something and someone that could be talked about.

I wish I was worth bringing up in conversation when Im not around.

I wish just once in my life I felt like I was worth putting up with.

[spinobsessed]

Stakes Thoughts in REAL TIME

STAKES STAKES STAKES YESSS FINALLY IM SO EXCITED THE INTRO IS DIFFERENT YES

this actually ended up being kinda long lol

I love how Marcy’s hair puffed up when she shrieked

lmao she’s carrying a whole tree and threw it through PBs window 😭

I didn’t know the lab was so early on, I can respect that Marcy wants to grow up. I’m pretty sure that she’s immortally the age she was bit while PB just lives forever in a young adult body (so her mind grows up too, unlike Marcy)

omg she sucked the blood from the farm animals and Jake is going crazy

“it looks like you’re not sure if you did it”

“okay I’m not sure!”

OMG IT ENDS WITH HER BEING BURNED? IM WATCHING THIS ON HULU SO I CAN JUST SEE THE NEXT EPISODE BUT THAT MUSTVE BEEN SUCH A CLIFFHANGER FOR WHEN IT FIRST AIRED

omg baby marceline and a song that inspired spinel

double omg child marceline and simon

TRIPLE OMG A MARCELINE I HAVENT SEEN

“I’m in the sunlight I’m not a flipping vampire!”

she’s fighting all the vampires yay

omg vampire king

however did kids stand to wait for the next episode

LMAO WHAT DID THE VAMPIRE KING JUST DO TO THE ELF LOOKING THING

“didn’t your daddy give you demon powers?”

“my dad never gave me squat!”

Marcy getting bit really does look like SA (got this from a TikTok I saw a while ago)

Lmao Finn dropped the garlic bomb, Jake was coughing from the fumes, Pep But slipped on the juice, and PB just laughed at them

she’s so 😍

I’m skipping the theme songs this time around

I love how she kinda hugged the stalagtights when hiding behind them

now they’re running away and screaming

is this poetry what is marceline doing

next episode let’s go

I love the texting, WHY IS LSP HERE?

FINN WHAT ARE YOU DOING LMAO?

LSP threw too many stakes so Finn ran off and ran into Jake who accidentally threw the stake he had which cut the rope LSP was held up by and she fell onto PB who dropped the garlic bomb, which is the same garlic bomb that was dropped earlier just taped together. I love stuff like that

omg they’re getting into the house Jake made that’s so funny

Marcy is sick nooo

Marceline looks so so so hot in that outfit with her hair up and silver and stuff, PB looks so done with Finn and Jake just burping at Marcy 😭

“it’s excessive pride or arrogance”

“that’s like you PB 😃”

“I believed in myself so much I never considered the possible consequences”

“don’t believe in yourself so much then dumb dumb”

LSP CHILL 😭

They misheard PB and spent hours trying to stake her instead of taking her back to the castle that is so real

“THATS HER VOICE?!”

“let the crystal meduim work its magi- it’s science” PB doesn’t believe in magic so she would freak if Marcy’s fate was put in the hands of that

aww the banana guards miss PB there was a group hug that’s so sweet

Omg PB is counting in another language is it German again? I wouldn’t expect it to be anything else’s but the Hulu captions just say “foreign language”. It sounds like “5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10” I love when women speak another language 😍

LMAO JAKE WAS JUST THROWN INTO OBLIVION

Finn kicked VK in the balls omg

“mouth fart code” what 😭

Marcy seems to really enjoy eating again, Ik I would

oh jeez the essence is a giant lamb (also Finn also said “oh jeez” lol)

I wanna know about the perloulnged egg

Marcy what is this song ofc it’s Ice Kings song he has a bad song

omg the candy people are helping the fight, omg flame princess is helping the fight, aww hot dog princess’ little things helped the fight

MY WIFI IS CUTTING OUT WTF THIS IS A HORRIBLE TIME FOR THIS

And we’re back finally

“Now I’m a vampire with fresh mortal memories and- I don’t know- more empathy or something” this line reminds me of The Last Unicorn when Lady Amalthea became a unicorn again and said she was the only unicorn who could feel regret (only mortals feel regret) and also said she felt her human body dying all around her while Marcy just felt her body aging again

Im glad that Marcy could grow up without having to someday die, I knew the outcome of Stakes already but I would’ve been crushed if they decided to let her be mortal instead

that was wonderful I love this show, I doubt there will be any more Marcy episodes this season but I’m content. For now

#special interest #adventure time #marceline #adventure time stakes #real time thoughts

[squeiky]

Upset at myself but upset that i am upset because im supposed to be kinder to myself but im not.

Im upset because i keep looking other peoples progress. Their speed. Their attent ion. Their grandiouse. I still feel like that slow middle school preteen trying to not cry when people made fun of me for being slow.

Im still stuck in that past i wish to escape. Its not even a gruesome one. Theres no edgy reason my life must be this way, why my problems are the way they are.

But im uspet because i still keep falling back to that same old thinking. That same old processs. One step forward and three steps back.

I want to ask for help but in the end i still end up doing nothing. Im contemplating just quitting everything and starting anew.

Just leaving and running off and away.

I only have one year left and there is about one person i keep coming back to this wretched place for.

I hope my effort is enough because i am TIRED.

Ive tied ropes around my neck and grew up wishing its release. Now i feel the float as if im starting to hang. It hurts and i am struggling but i am TRYING. I do not feel it is enough. I know itll never be enough. I live in this reality far from the one that i am supposed to be in.

There is a monster inside of me and if i let it out, if i ever let it loose i feel that the world that i have built will crash down and out- will expose the naked disgusting body within thats only ever known rejection and malice, and abuse.

I never feel it is enough. Because it will never be for anyone but myself. And when enough people are shouting into your ear eventually youll start to loose the ability to hear.

Its so annoying. Its never enough and the standards only ever get higher and i only ever get reminded more and more "i am disabled."

I hate it so much. Because i WANT to be this strange sense of normalacy because thats what i believe that'll stop everything and i can achieve anything quicker and quickly and that little gross nugget in my body will go away. But ot doesnt. Im not proud of myself under the condientions i reside in. I cant be.

I cant validate myself.

So far, ive decided that my emotions are my right. They are by defintion my right to have emote.my reactions are subjective.

But that so far is my only progress as of today.

My emotions are my right. It is law. An unchanging and definte one. It is my law. It is my right.

I feel a bit better when i type that out.

I dont know where im going and i dont know where ill be. I dont want to go to colledge and i dont want to go to school and i dont want to work.

Im trying im trying im trying im trying and fuck everyone who says its not enough. I AM TIRED OF NOT BEING ENOUGH.

I DONT CARE WHO I DISAPOINT I DONT CARE ABOUT ANYONE ELSE OTHER THAN MYSELF AND DO WHAT I WANT ON MY OWN PACE. I DONT CARE. FUCK EVERYONE.

[httpiastri]

thinking about booksmart reader and streetsmart Clem again (because I am book smart-) and I’m just thinking about them being almost glued to each other in the paddock in such adoring and lovesick ways that it literally becomes a part of clems reputation and he’s just now a nerd who loves his girlfriend, and since she’s always a round she ends up getting roped into doing like promo videos and interviews and clem takes any chance he can to talk about how much he adores her and wouldn’t be here without her

loveeeee 🥺 i love this so much 🥺 book smart reader x streetsmart clem is such a good combo!!! this is very late because i started writing when you sent it in but then it got lost in my drafts..... i wrote it in second person, hope u don't mind !! and also there's this one thing that i put in and it's so stupid but i couldn't stop myself 😭 you'll know when you see it....... i will regret it and probably delete it in the morning but i haven't slept properly in weeks so im too tired for my own good

you and clement first met at a mutual friend's party one saturday night. he isn't one to turn down an opportunity for a good time, so it was a given that he'd come along when his friends asked him.

you, on the other hand, had a friend who deemed you to be in desperate need of some relaxation, not wanting to see you spend yet another saturday with your nose buried in your schoolwork. you had told her that you could relax with a good book in your own bed, but she dragged you along to a friend's house, saying that a little alcohol and dancing never hurt anyone.

as clem mingled around the packed living room, his eyes stuck to someone who stood out from the usual partygoers. you were seated on a couch, engrossed in a thick book that you'd hidden from your friend brought in your purse. clem's curiosity got the best of him, and he approached you to ask about the book. he didn't know a lot about literature, but there was something in the way your eyes sparkled and your smile grew when you spoke that made him want to listen to you talk about plot twists and character symbolism for years.

as the night wore on, the conversation seamlessly transitioned from books to other topics, and the two of you found out that you surprisingly had a lot of shared interests. when the music grew louder and the partypeople drunker, he offered you a quiet retreat to the empty balcony. there, under the starlit sky, your animated conversations continued. and when clem mentioned that he was a racing car driver, and you admitted that you were pretty nerdy about that too, you easily slipped into a deep discussion about strategies and tyre deg (im sorry).

chatting with each other was effortless. he made you feel giddy without any alcohol, and you made him feel a sort of calm he didn't usually experience during nights like these. it wasn't something either of you expected when walking into the party – but you were both more than happy it happened.

before the night was over, he couldn't resist asking for your number. you obviously agreed, and as you entered your digits into his phone, neither of you could help but feel that you'd stumbled upon something special amidst the party chaos.

you met up again just a few days later, and then started hanging out as frequently as you could. it was hard to balance your academic pursuits and clem's racing with your growing relationship, but you early on tried to make each other your priorities and make compromises so you could spend as much time together. and maybe that's why it was easy for you to fall for each other.

he quite soon started bringing you along to his races, wanting you to see the sport from a new perspective while also letting you see a new side of him. however, you didn't think he was that different when he was at the race track – but his friends and coworkers around the paddock saw a big difference in how clem was before and after he met you.

he'd grown into a lovestruck fool because of you, and he was not ashamed of it.

clem, once the embodiment of street smarts, had embraced this new chapter of his life with an open heart, wearing his affection for you like a badge of honor. he loved showing you off, talking about you, having you by his side; he wore his heart on his sleeve, and everyone thought it was adorable.

your relationship came with certain habits and rituals. when going to sleep the night before a race, clem would lie on top of you in the hotel bed, head resting on your chest as you'd got one hand brushing through his hair. your other hand would be resting on his back, holding a book you'd bought in a cute little bookstore nearby. your soothing voice reading the words on the pages would lull him into a sweet slumber, and it would be your way of helping him out as much as you could for the upcoming competition.

and before each race, you would steal a quiet moment alone with him in an empty corner of the truck. with his heart almost exploding from the affection, he'd look into your eyes and press a gentle kiss to your lips. "for luck," he'd whisper, his fingers brushing your cheek lightly as a blush crept onto them. your kisses were to him like the fuel was to his car, giving him the power to keep going. and no matter if he'd return after the race victorious or not, you'd rush into his arms, holding him tight and letting him know how proud you were.

and then there were the post-race interviews, where clem couldn't resist gushing about you. you'd become well known around the paddock and among fans for your bright spirits and the way you'd transformed your boyfriend, so it wouldn't be uncommon for you to be brought up in conversations or questions. his eyes would light up, and he'd say "i owe it all to her. she's my good luck charm, my biggest inspiration". the racing community watched in awe as the formerly tough driver turned into a soft-spoken romantic, his love for you shining brighter than any trophy.

also i got this thought about how clem loves to take pictures of you reading because he can go back and look at them whenever he's away and the pics just make him calm when he misses you 🥺

#formula 1 #formula one #f2 #f3 #formula two #formula 2 #formula 3 #formula three #clement novalak #clement novalak x reader #clement novalak x you #clement novalak fluff #clement novalak imagine #clement novalak blurb #f1 fluff #f1 blurb #f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 x yn #f1 x y/n #asks! #lovelytsunoda!

[spoonless-sunflower]

It's one of those "go mute when I don't feel like im being heard" kinda nights.

Leo and I just had a couples therapy session and we were talking about how a lot of times she'll get overwhelmed with her fear of change and get stuck in one spot. And it makes me feel like im all alone when I'm trying to move things in our life or relationship forward bc im usually taking all the initiative.

In the session, I asked her if there was a way I could communicate with her better so that she knows I'm not mad at her, but I need her to communicate my feelings to her. It was really helpful for me to learn. But I still felt sad and stuck during the session and after.

I just didn't feel like it was enough to make a difference. I want to believe communicating in a way that she will perceive more kindly will help, but usually I've communicated kindly a lot of times before I get firm in the first place and nothing changes. That's why I end up speaking firmly!

After the session I ended up trying to dig into her end of the issue more and more and she kept making all these promises she always makes and I just went mute. It made me feel like there was no point in talking bc I know she cares and she's trying but I don't think she's really hearing what I'm trying to say.

I wonder if I even know what I'm trying to say. This isn't the first time I've gotten sad and anxious while learning to communicate strong emotions differently in therapy. Sometimes it's fine. But I think when it's specifically my "I'm at the end of my rope" emotions I get really upset and triggered. I think it makes me feel like i can't really express myself and that scares me. Or I get scared of giving up the power that being more firm or forthright has bc im afraid without it, the people I love will take advantage of me. I def remember feeling that early on in our couples therapy and it turned out really well. I was glad I learned to overcome those communication hurdles with someone I could trust. I think I'm just afraid to take that leap and be kind and trusting and vulnerable without my firmness as my shield. I don't want to need that shield with the person that I love.

I wish I could get myself to talk now and tell Leo the thoughts im ironing out. But my mouth still won't open. I guess I'm scared.

#sunbun talks #q

[kratosfan6632466]

The finale ending but zimas in it

After omega was stunned zima was knocked out and taken into the empire’s ship

Wrecker: ZIMA NOOOO!!!! First tech crosshair now her and omega?!!!

Wrecker saw hunter

Hunter : we need them back now!

Hemlock got her in the interrogation room as she was tied down

Omega woke up with zima

Zima : before you ask me anything just know that I won’t tell you anything torture me all you want I am keeping my mouth shut

Crosshair woke up and saw her

Crosshair: Zima listen to me …keep your heart beating….no matter what happens keep it steady

Dr hemlock electrocuted her as she screamed out in pain

Omega : ZIMA !!!! No!

She pants

Dr hemlock : you really aren’t getting us anywhere mrs zima tell me what I wanna know and the torture stops

Wrecker sensed zima

Wrecker: can this thing go any faster?????

Echo : it is in hyperspace

Wrecker: she needs us ! She’s being tortured! Please…I cannot lose her too !

The ship got out of hyperspace

Wrecker: don’t worry my love I’m coming just hold on ….

Dr hemlock electrocuted her again screaming in pain

Wrecker gasped hearing her screams

Wrecker: ZIMA IM COMING!!!

Zima pants as he heard him and was relieved but didn’t show it to hemlock

Zima : please…. Please no more…..

She saw hemlock getting close to hitting the shock button as he was immediately shot in the head

Zima : wrecker!

Wrecker: nobody touches my cyrare !

Wrecker ran to her and freed her from the rope that tied her down

Wrecker wrapped his arms around her as soon as she was freed

Wrecker: it’s ok zima I’m here…..

Omega ran to her *

Omega : mrs zima im so sorry! I feel so bad not being able to help you

Wrecker responded for her : don’t worry about it kid at least she is ok

Omega freed crosshair as well

Wrecker : I could sense what he was doing to ya ….I would’ve came here faster

Hunter : omega thank goodness you’re ok!

Hunter said as omega ran to him and hugged him

Wrecker: let’s go back home

Everyone went home

Zima was on the couch as wrecker was in the kitchen

Wrecker microwaves one of zimas favorite dishes to eat

Wrecker: hey zi….I brought you your favorite meal

Zima : aw thank you wrecker ….

She winced and sat on the couch

Wrecker: I’m sorry he did that to you you deserve better….

Zima : I’m just glad that I’m home with you

Wrecker winced from the neck pain

Zima : here babe let me

Wrecker winced as she began healing his neck

Zima held his hand with the opposite hand

Wrecker: h-how much longer????

Zima : aaaand done

Zima gave him medicine for the pain as he removed the neck brace

Wrecker: now what about you ik he shocked ya but he could’ve done other things to ya

Wrecker said as he inspected her body looking for any blood cuts or burns or bruises

Wrecker: hm seems that was the only thing he did to you which means that I saved you in time before he could do anything else to you thank goodness…….

Zima was in tears

Wrecker: aw zi….

Wrecker said as he hugged her close as she sobbed on his shoulder

Zima : it hurt so much….. I-i didn’t know it i could handle the pain anymore…..

Wrecker: shhhh…..

Zima : if you weren’t coming back i -I probably would’ve let myself die…. I really couldn’t handle it

Wrecker grabbed her hand

Wrecker: don’t say that baby i don’t want you to die!

Zima : I’m sorry! Idk why I wanted that but I did!

Wrecker: zima listen to me please…..I have already lost someone…..the last person I’d want to die is you or my family you mean so much to me …

Zima : I’m sorry…. AGH!!

Zima said as her heart was aching

Wrecker: what’s the matter????

Wrecker noticed her clenching her hand to her chest

Wrecker: oh no ! I’ve got you cyrare don’t worry

Wrecker said as he kissed her lips softly as it made her blush he kissed her neck and collarbone as well she blushed red as it stopped the aching

Wrecker: there we go…. If tech was still here he’d tell us the voltage range he used on you

Zima : yeah …..

Wrecker watched as she ate her food

Wrecker: i mean what I said zima your very important to me….

Zima : I know

Wrecker saw zima curling up on his stomach

Wrecker smiled and wrapped his arms around her cuddling her

#((yes I referenced twilight breaking dawn part one #zima lurzo #my ocs #tbb wrecker #star wars #the bad batch #clone trooper hunter #tbb echo #dr hemlock #tbb s2 finale spoilers #tw: mentions of torture #Tw: mention of suicide

[deorsum-spiralem]

what rhymes with BDSM?

do i even like rough sex or is it just that they told me that's all I'm good for

i was 14 looking for something in my mums bedside drawer

a catalogue with women in latex and leather

in ball gags and handcuffs and spreaders

I didn't want to look but i couldn't look away

those women didn't look like that hated that kind of play

i was 16 watching netflix on my mums tablet

i came across a story she'd been reading in bed

"date rape fantasy goes wrong"

a man and his wife broken into and robbed, raped and ashamed, and am i being turned on?

i was still 16 when i first typed in those words, incognito mode actived, porn hub, here I come

the first thing that showed up was

"me fucking my ex til she begs me to stop"

i watched it but I didn't stay for long

i watched some videos and felt my legs get tense

was it fear or arousal in the pit of my gut?

i was 19 when a boy touched me there

fed up of being a virgin i decided this stranger would be good enough

in the end i was too scared to go all the way

he told me i gave bad head, and rolled his eyes and left

i was still 19 and thought i was in love

i let this guy push me but he did it so softly

i was scared i would scream like the girls on the screens

but he made it feel nice and he wasn't ever mean

then i told him about the things that have happened to me

the things i had seen and was curious about

he seemed too happy to give it try but i was naive so i said what a nice guy

he just wants to help me explore and learn about myself

in the end i learnt I didn't like when it hurt

i was 20 when i met up with that first guy

i was single and heartbroken and he was... a guy

a guy has needs, and wants and most importantly strength

i had to give my outfit from that day in evidence

i swore off sex

that lasted a month or so

then i fell in love, i think, I really don't know

what's the difference between love and loving the feeling of lust

from him i got bruises, and love bites and rope burns

i got scratches and spit on and told that I'm worthless

but they told me that's how i like it

that's all im good for

and why shouldn't I believe them I'm just a stupid 14 year old girl