This Election Year Is So Ass

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young!president snow x gn!reader - smut

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Anonymous asked: Heya!! I really liked teeth and it sort of inspired me dkfjdkfk I was wondering if you‘d be down to write a small smutty oneshot for young president snow x trophyspouse!reader where Coryo leaves a lot of hickeys and bitemarks on their neck to sort of show that they’re his and only his. pls feel free to make it dubcon teee heeee

warnings: smut (mdni), dub-con, bite marks, hickeys, possessive Coryo, penetrative sex (vague), not proofread

author's note: thank you for requesting!! had fun writing this one hehe

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Several layers of lavishly plush blankets and pillows litter the large bed you're sprawled out on. It's the bed you and Coryo share and he decided it had to be ridiculously big, offering far too much space for just two people. A deep red canopy surrounds it, which you're staring up into at this very moment.

Your legs ache from being on your feet the entire day. Fortunately, Coryo is usually the one that does all the talking because if you had to speak with any of the snobs of the Capitol's upper class for longer than a minute you'd probably choke yourself to death. You just stand there, hands wrapped around his arm, looking sweet and alluring.

Some people though, seem to interpret that as a sort of invitation to try and woo you. As if their attempt to get into president snow's spouse's pants wouldn't result in nothing more than getting themselves poisoned.

Not that you've made the connection, of course, but there is a sliver of suspicion nibbling away at the outskirts of your mind.

Today was no different. A tall and, admittedly, handsome young man sat down next to you. With one hand on your arm and a smug smile, he inquired about your name. You chuckled at his brashness, making sure he understood that your last name is Snow.

It didn't seem to deter him, though. He continued to let his fingers trail down the length of your arm, playing with the bracelets adorning your wrist.

You shot down any attempt of his to flirt with you, mainly for his sake, because you feared what your dear husband would do to him.

Positioned at the opposite end of the room, Coryo was meant to be conversing with a few of the gamemakers, but instead, his icy stare was boring holes into the back of the unfortunate fellow's head.

When the stranger dared to grasp your chin between his index and thumb, even after you'd pulled away from his advances multiple times, Coryo jumped up. With quick, powerful strides he'd made his way over to the two of you. You silently begged him not to hurt the man, fear glistening in your eyes.

Coryo simply placed his hand on the side of your face, making you look up at him before placing a quick but fervent kiss on your lips. He positioned himself behind the chair you were sitting on, his hands sliding down to settle on your shoulders. You just wanted to rest your poor legs, nothing more.

"Please introduce me to your friend here, sweetheart. I don't believe we've met yet." His tone seemed pleasant but there were clear undercurrents of tension and malice to it. Thinly veiled bloodlust.

The man stood up, holding out his hand for Coryo to shake, not even faltering in his audacity. "Ferric Blacaw. It's an honour to meet you, president Snow." He sing-songed, an infuriating smirk on his face.

You felt Coryo's grip tighten on your shoulders and even without looking at him, you could tell one of his eyes was twitching.

In a way, it was strangely humorous to watch someone so blatantly disrespect the president, even if he’s your husband. Maybe he didn't know? How would that even be possible? Some people just like the idea of seducing president Snow‘s little trophy spouse to knock him off his high horse. He’s not known for being a humble leader, after all.

You watch the door to the adjoining bathroom creak open, flooding the dim bedroom with its cool light. Coryo steps out from behind it, lingering by the frame as he studies your figure for a few seconds. His face is shrouded by darkness but you can still tell that his expression is grim.

"Everything alright?" You ask. He's been eerily quiet since you both stormed out of that party and you can't help but worry about what must be going on inside his head. You've come to understand that Coryo is quick to spiral, far from a rational thinker. One day, there’ll come a time where you won’t be able to soothe his temper anymore and you’ll have to pay for it.

Without responding, he quietly closes the door behind him and walks over to the bed. You sit up, shuffling to the side to make space for him to climb into it next to you. However, instead of joining you, he reaches forward to grab hold of your ankle and pulls you back towards him.

You let out a surprised yelp.

He moves to climb on top of you, caging you between his arms and pushing his hips in between your legs and forcing them apart. Your breath hitches at the action, wrapping your hands around his forearms to steady yourself.

"Coryo, I'm a little tired. I don't think-..." He presses his lips to yours, this time with far more fervor and drive than at the public gathering before. The way his tongue eagerly slides against your own reminiscent of the voracity of a starving man, but this was a furious man.

When he pulls away, you're met with dark, menacing eyes - his pupils blown wide open. "Don't ever disrespect me like that again." He seethes.

Dread settles in your stomach, like a massive boulder plummeting into deep water. "I tried to tell him." You frantically explain. "He wouldn't leave me alone. I was about to walk away when you interfered, I promise."

Your efforts are in vain. Once he's in this sort of mental space, it's difficult to talk him back out of it. Except that he's never laid hands on you like this before today.

His expression doesn't falter. A pathetic whine escapes your lips as he grinds down on your crotch instead.

"Coryo, please-..." You whimper, his brash demeanor sending shivers down your spine. The manner in which he's pinning you down is far more aggressive than usual. You're completely at his mercy.

He latches onto the soft skin of your throat, dragging his unbearably hot tongue along the curve of it before harshly biting down. You cry out, begging him to at least go easy on you.

Despite your pitiful little protests, he litters your skin with several, deep hickeys. Making sure to go over every single bruised spot multiple times for good measure.

Purple just looks so pretty on you.

Tears well up in your eyes, the sharp pain of his teeth sinking into your tender flesh mixing with pleasure.

Shame jabs at the nape of your neck when a sickly-sweet sort of arousal pools in your lower stomach. You're scared, but there's a part of you that's thoroughly enjoying this, which terrifies you even more.

He rolls his hips into yours once again, eliciting a shameful moan from you when he grinds down on that sweetspot.

You let your hands travel up his arms, clinging onto the lean muscles of his biceps before digging into the wide expanse of his shoulders.

The amount of heat radiating off him makes your head spin, turning your mind into mush. Steady waves of pleasure wash over your body, and you've almost forgotten why you tried to dissuade him in the first place.

He's devouring you - literally.

His eyes gleam with an animalistic glee as he admires his work, the bruises and welts left by his teeth adorning your throat. You watch helplessly as his expression grows hungrier, his mouth twitching as the urge to taste you again overpowers any rational thought in his head.

He gently wipes your tears away, his thumb lingering on your jawline and caressing it oh so sweetly.

"Don't cry, baby." He cooes. "I'm just marking what's mine, okay? They won't bother you anymore." He purrs before pressing a soothing kiss to your hairline. Countless praises fall from his lips and you’d almost believe them were it not for the near murderous intention with which he regards you.

You just nod at him, face red and flustered as you're left with an intense, shameful need to feel him fill you up. He's more than happy to grant your wish, especially when you ask him to fuck you stupid in such a needy way. Sniffling and mewling when he manhandles you into a more comfortable position.

He loves how easy it is to reduce you to a desperate, whimpering mess with just his mouth. Relishing the way you tremble and come undone on his tongue over and over again. His velvety lips like heaven as he kisses your thighs.

It's his fingers digging into your hips, leaving behind all the more bruises as he mercilessly thrusts into you. His pace rough and unforgiving. He’s punishing you, putting you in your place for daring to speak to anyone other than him.

Any lingering twinge of jealousy and anger dissipate when you call out his name so religiously. His name. His intoxicating mouth traveling down your body to nip at your chest, declaring his complete and utter devotion to you as he whispers against your skin. It’s far from unconditional love, and you’re smart enough not to fall for his lies but it’s nice to pretend sometimes. And even if you wanted to, he would never let you just up and leave him.

He presses his forehead to yours, a slew of curses and breathy groans escaping his lips. As he watches your eyes roll back, your chest pressing up into his, and his name crossing the holy threshold of your mouth one last time as if it were a prayer, he finds peace.

He’s your god and you’re calling out to him.

He follows suit shortly after, biting down on your shoulder as he spills deep inside of you.

It's him who makes you writhe and sob from overstimulation. His teeth littering your delicate skin with ugly, violent marks for everyone to see. If they didn’t understand that you’re his, and only his, already, then they will after tonight. That’s for sure.

May the universe have mercy on any fool brazen enough to still attempt and charm you.

He is the only one allowed to defile you like this. For as long as he lives, he will make sure that no one dares ever lay their disgusting hands on you again because you belong to him in every way.

You're a Snow.

You are his and only his.

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17.12.2023

PRETTY BOY!

plot: niki swears he met the girl of his dreams at the convenience store late one night- however, his discovery proves to be misguided. the "girl" he likes is actually just a really pretty boy, and he's the main vocalist of the new and wildly popular boy group of four, X_CAPE.

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chapter six: houseophobia

notes: im sorry yall gna have to deal w some weirdass layouts 😭 this chapters pretty much filler cus i kinda wanted to build up the friendship a lil for the next update, took me a full 30 minutes to upload btw. faceclaim does not have to look like u btw !! i put it is a placeholder. thank u for all the sweet msgs btw, they really cheered me up 💗

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nara. seasian. 18. non-binary. they/them.

My first time requesting but I need a part 2 of Kilmer where aventurine adopts the reader (somehow) or gets the reader away from that awful man 🤕 angst with comfort and a bit of fluff in the end if its possible, Thank you!! :) (P.S. I love your works!!)

Shama

Aventurine | Child M. Reader (Platonic)

Part One | Part Two (You're here)

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"It's an all-or-nothing surrender!"

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No matter how many days, weeks, months have passed. The sight of that serial number on the neck of a young child has sear itself into Aventurine's mind. Images of his own past flashes before his eyes. Those times, those things he went through.. the thought of someone else going through the same thing at such a young age. Sends a chill down his spine.

Every time he ever met the man for business, his gaze would linger on the child much longer than the man he was having business with. That blank expression, those expensive and luxurious clothing on him. Like a little trophy. Just for show. A way for his caretaker--no.. owner to say "Hey! Look at this shiny new toy I got! Isn't he pretty?" Put in a glass box, a collection, a doll being stored on a shelf.

Every time he has to meet up with the man, Aventurine makes sure that he brings gifts. He doesn't mind buying gifts for clients. It's nothing really. Anything to make [Name]'s life more bearable... but his main concern, his main target is the trophy, the doll, the child, [Name]. And evert time he gave [Name] a gift, it's always met by complete silence and subtle glances directed to his owner. As if asking permission to take it.

"See this? This is a limited type of confectionery that everyone in the galaxy simply adores. There are only sixteen slices sold every day. Here, why don't you have a taste?" Aventurine says, his hand gestures towards a plate of slice cake. A very popular, very delicious dessert. One that he hopes the child would take it. [Name] glances over to his master, as if he's silently asking if he could, which earned him a firm nod. "Go ahead, it's rude to not accept gifts."

After contemplating over it, [Name] took a seat next to Aventurine, his hand reaching out towards the dessert plate, with his other hand the child use the utensil to eat his dessert. It was simply divine. It's no wonder this cake is a favorite of the people in the galaxy. [Name] had never tried anything this wonderful before.

The subtle light in the child's dull eyes make Aventurine smile widens.

Anything to make [Name]'s life more bearable.

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But even so, these gifts could only do so much.. he needs a plan. A permanent one. But it seems... he doesn't need to think of that anymore...

The "lifeless doll" had taken care of it.

Aventurine merely stare with widen eyes as the boy stood there in front of all of them with handcuffs on his wrist, the usually clean and tidy suit he wore is now messy with wrinkles and splashes of fresh blood, his neat hair now in shambles as he look at them through his hair strands with dull eyes.

As if what he had done didn't face him one bit.

It was a banquet, a normal banquet, nothing special, another day, another business. The waiters and waitresses handing drinks and foods to every patron. A normal business event.

And yet..

It had end in a massacre.

The trial went on and on. the trial took way too long for comfort, for every evidence and every alibi... the child is proven innocent. It took what felt like an eternity to finally gathered enough proof for him to be proven guilty. And yet..

The IPC showed him mercy. Finding it to be such a shame to lose such an asset. The length this boy went through, not breaking character as he slowly make his plan come into fruition.

This "lifeless doll" isn't as lifeless as he make himself to be.

For someone as young as him.. to be able to make elaborate plans and following it through till the end.. and creating evidence and alibies to prove himself innocent, whether if it's fabricated or not...

He's a mastermind.

And the IPC can't simply let such a valuable asset to simply.. cease to exist.

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But that smile soon disappears once he heard the sound of someone entering the room, a man that he's well familiar with. There's no mistaken those eyes. He then approached [Name] before kneeling down in front of him.

At a vacant room, [Name] sat on the edge of the bed looking blankly at the wall in front of him, his gaze sometimes shifted between the wall and his still blood stained hands, along with the handcuffs on his wrists. The sight of it could make anyone feel uneasy and squeamish. But to him.. it brought a sense of satisfaction as a ghost of a smile made it's way onto his face. For his plan had come to fruition.

Giving him a sense of comfort he never thought he could ever feel.

"The IPC has pardon your crimes, but of course that still didn't erase the fact you had slaughtered a whole banquet of people... I'm afraid you have to work hard in order to clear your name.."

A soft and warm smile adorn on his expression as he stretch out a hand towards the younger. "In the meantime, you'll be under my care.."

"...Malachite."

i literally just started watching the devil judge episode 2 but wtf are these insane levels of homoeroticism man

pairing: niki x male reader genre: fluff word count: 225

you blink awake, sunlight pouring into your room through the blinds. sighing, you lean over to check the time. 11:43. you sigh, sitting up to stretch and glancing next to you. niki is still asleep, occasionally slightly twitching from his dream. you smile, hand ghosting against his jawline before you lean down to press a kiss against his nose. he stirs slightly but doesn't wake up, relaxing back into the pillows.

you pull the covers off and quietly get out of bed. grabbing a hoodie from the floor, you head to the kitchen to begin making breakfast. as you're preparing the food, two arms wrap around your waist and a familiar vanilla scent fills the room.

"is this my hoodie?" niki's voice is deeper and raspier from sleep.

"i guess so." you murmur, continuing to mix the batter. behind you, niki laughs, leaning to press a kiss to your shoulder.

"what time is it?" he asks. he doesn't move from his spot from behind you.

"almost noon." niki hums, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "waffles?" you nod. "wow, letting me sleep in and making me breakfast? i have the best boyfriend ever~"

you laugh, turning around to face him. "i think you've won that title." niki laughs, leaning down and pulling you into a quick kiss.

"i disagree," he murmurs. "it's definitely you."

PRETTY BOY!

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plot: niki swears he met the girl of his dreams at the convenience store late one night- however, his discovery proves to be misguided. the "girl" he likes is actually just a really pretty boy, and he's the main vocalist of the new and wildly popular boy group of four, X_CAPE.

chapter 7.5: sharting chevys

notes: sorry yall im gna have to give u a half chapter for now 💀💀 the written part is in the drafts rn, ill post it tmr as the second half. (im so lazy, i deeply apologize for how long it takes for me to update 😭) and the random pov changes must be confusing too, this is rikis pov if u couldnt tell 💀 lmk if the tags work this time !! its moving a bit fast rn im sorry if its too quick paced btw 💔

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