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iamadequate1 · 4 months

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OFMD S2, My Beloved

We need to stop tiptoeing around it! Stop with the "I liked it, but..." with every statement about S2. You can say the same thing about everything. It doesn't make you cool or better at enjoying media! You love people, animals, places, tasty food, twinkly holiday decorations, whatever!, but you don't preface all your statements "I like (thing), but (flaw)..." It's an exhausting human experience. It doesn't make you more intellectual to be cynical, and harassing those involved in show production to give some OOC "Emotions Are Not For Sharing" type soundbite to justify your terrible takes doesn't make you a quality warrior. There are things I didn't like in OFMD S2, but on the whole, what an experience! 2023 has been just a soul crushing experience, but here we have a sincere and joyful bright spot.

S2, just the payoffs, guys (gn)!! (I know I put S2 in the title, but this just turned into Ed/Stede, and I apologize for nothing.)

Remember this in 1x4??

Ed: Well, Blackbeard? What do you think? Do you concur? Stede: Me? Ed: I mean, you wanted to be Blackbeard. This is what it's like. (...) Uh oh, time's almost up. What're you gonna do? Stede: What? Ed: They're on us now. Time for a new idea, Stede. Stede: W-w-we talk. Ed: The crew's gonna die. Stede: I don't - have an idea. Ed: Hurry, you're going to lose all your men. It's all gonna be your fault. All of the men who trusted you. Stede: I don't know! Ed: All their blood's gonna be on your hands. It's going to be your fault! Stede: I don't know! Lucius: Time's up! Stede: I don't know what to do! Ed: Death it is.

It serves to show why Ed would want to give up Blackbeard, but also, payoff for S2 Stede! Half his crew is set to be executed, and he flawlessly whips out and carries out a rescue plan to save them, all while mourning the love of his life.

And Ed! Also in 1x4, we get the Treading Water speech.

We don't get the full effect of the life Ed wants to leave until 2x1-3. That life in 2x1-2 is the pirate life, only with fewer breaks. It harshly contrasts against Stede's life, and it was only theoretical in S1. We can see why Stede's Original Pirate Captain Style was so fascinating to Ed, and we can see why he fell so hard. In 2x3, we get the literal visual representation of a bright little goldfish Stede in Ed's dark life where he was waiting to drown.

It's soooo cute!

Ed knew first what was going on. In S1, Stede just did not know why he was so upset about Ed leaving on the "next adventure" or why he spent all night spying on Ed and Jack!

But in S2, he knows exactly why he's so upset for Ed dumping him to be a fisherman....

Oh wait, that's not a fun thing to revisit... backpedal.... end of S1, Stede finally realizes he's in love thanks to Mary the GOAT.

End of S2, he's confident in this love and knowing he's loved in return!

March 24, 2022 to October 5, 2023.... 560 days of speculation, and S2 gave us the softest reunion between these two!

And the callbacks! Ed always comes back to Stede.

In 1x7, Lucius dropped the revelation on Ed that his crush on that bizarre little man might be reciprocated, opening up all kinds of hope!

The payoff in S2, he gets the gentlest love confession from Stede.

Just the S1 gazes become sweeter when you know you get to follow the journey with them being comfortable with their affection to one another!

(The comparison between this gaze and a kiss is the whole reason I made this post...)

End of S1, Stede imagined just the domesticity of asking Ed about his day...

And he got to hear about Ed's day in S2 (featuring that homewrecking fish*), even getting a kiss out of it!

(* warning: post written between 2x7 and 2x8, and I was a bit too harsh on Ed in the end)

In 1x6, Ed had some manifesting skills with his "Stab me!" homoeroticism.

S2 Stede picked up some of his manifesting skills with his "Ed, oh, Ed!" dreams, and in 2x6....

Just after in 2x7, we get cute making-breakfast-for-your-SO like Mary and Doug in S1.

S1 showed how much they could hurt each other. Ed was so happy after Stede agreed (reluctantly) to run away with him to China.

And, well...

Ed hurt Stede, too... dumping him for Jack in front of everyone!

But end of S2, they're together! They're going to be working together on their relationship! They're in love!

Beautiful journey, and it isn't over yet! (S3 renewal announcement soon, HBO, please!)

And, I'm a simple creature. S2 also gave us the Cursed Red Suit and MerStede.

Bless you, OFMD S2. Both of these things made my life much brighter.

And how cute Ed and Stede were smiling at each other in the MerStede scene?

Just heartmeltingly cute. OFMD S2, I love everything about you.

🥰

This was Ed/Stede heavy, so I put up two bonus GIF posts just before this!

Roach:

LuPete:

Someone also posted a great Ed/Stede marriage visuals between S1 and S2 yesterday, too!

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dykefever · 1 year

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just 2 have a little complain but i’ve been on some dates recently with two dif girls and both were like. so late. one was on the first date she kept pushing back the time and then still arrived half an hour late. and then yesterday i got to the park on time for date with a different girl and then receive a message ten minutes after saying they’re going to be another fifteen minutes. and she ends up saying we should reschedule because i had to be somewhere two hours after the scheduled time because she’s still on her way she was going to be like forty minutes to an hour late. like i’m not waiting that long man

#they were both neurodivergent but dude this is a date with a stranger and you message me when i GET to the place that you’re running #essentially extremely late ? i have no reason to want to wait around for you #i already didn’t really feel like going on the date yesterday but i was like oh one more date see how it goes #but i’m not hanging out with her again lol #and also the first date girl was late and then just didn’t seem super interested in me or asking questions or whatever #anyway!!!! just annoying and feels quite shitty #also really hate. the expectation now that if someone messages saying they r late like ten/fifteen minutes before #you have to thus be okay with waiting around for half an hour or something #whereas if we didn’t have phones if someone was half an hour late you would be justified in leaving #okay anyway. that’s me done #plz complain about dating to me xx #u know what i love tho ridi shows up early to hang outs. incredibly brilliant im always ready early #this is so lame i love when people are early cause usually i’m sitting around like :-) waiting to hang #laura says some things

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thegingergal · 4 months

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me: i have made my peace with hbo rome’s historical inaccuracies and come to appreciate (some of) them

also me: VORENUS GETS ANTONY’S ICONIC IDES MOMENT?

#like…..i get it!! really i do!!!#the OC has GOT to pay off.#but lmaooooo that the conspirators have a longggg chat about what to do with LUCIUS VORENUS.#plz. these men don’t even know what a “lucius vorenus” is.#and not ONE word (that i caught) about what they’re going to do about antony!!!!#like the show is like. antony is caesar’s right hand man!!!#BUT not in this ep so we’re NOT going to worry about him.#it’s fine. some debt collector will come collect him or something on the ides. the lion tamers need their money.#but that secret that niobe has been keeping?? WOO BOY.#about to pay off narratively baby!!!#i say this entirely with affection. i fucking love this show.#it just REALLY jumped out at me on this watch. how like. obvious vorenus is as antony stand-in and an echo of him at certain points.#sometimes the writing is just….heavy handedly inserting their original characters into the plot #sometimes it pays off and sometimes it’s truly….something else entirely.#so i just throw my hands up and go ok!!!!!

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ask-nelsonandmurderdock · 2 years

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How are summer internship applications going? Never too early to get started investing in your future!

Everybody's workin' for the weekend.

#nelson and murderdock #earth-65 #foggy nelson #murderdock #matt murdock #hey what's up it's been a hot minute but i'm still here #plz show me you're still here with some love and attention

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magical-demigirl · 1 year

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Give me a magical girl show I have not mentioned for me to watch

(check reblogs and tags so I don't get the same shows or shows I have watch

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vveissesfleisch · 4 months

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BORGIAS SEASON 2 FINALE????????? HELLO?????????????????

#THEY POISONED MY EVIL HORRIBLE HUSBAND!!!!#NOOOOOOO!!! HE'S TOO SEXY!!!!!!!#I mean there’s another season so I’m guessing he’s alright but #NOOOOOOOOO #I mean he deserved it but NOOOOOOO #god the scene where rodrigo buried juan alone & with his own hands broke me into a million fucking pieces #and cesare’s confession!!! his steely-eyed conviction!!!#the conversation where rodrigo tells him he’s too much like himself which is why he always favored Juan #for how can a man love his own reflection #what a hell is this man's world where he is so self-loathing and so self-aware #and just as he’s about to forgive his son for killing his other son…THE BLOOD FROM EVERY ORIFICE #this episode. wow. this season. WOW .THIS SHOW #ONE BILLION EMMYS FOR MISTERS IRONS AND ARNAUD #it's all so beautifully done too #i am VERY excited and nervous about season 3 #gotta savor it like a dessert because it's the last one #praying that my corrupt sexy pope zaddy pulls through #(im sure he will)#(gotta see that white papal frock covered in blood at some point too plz)#lex does the borgias

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im-no-jedi · 2 years

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haven’t rewatched Infested for a while (I mostly just cycle between Aftermath, Rampage, Common Ground, and Rescue on Ryloth LOL), but I’ve been working on an extended ending for my version of it in MLWTBB and it made me wanna rewatch the episode again

and I... I actually really like Roland and really hope we see him again, his character has SO much potential, and if we don’t get it, then I’m definitely doing more with him in MLWTBB

#I kinda already set it up that way in my version #and I already have some ideas of potentially bringing him back if the show doesn't #cause I also VERY much wanna see his mom and know more about that family in general #you can't just make a whole crime syndicate family and expect me NOT to be interested #also LOVE the idea of Roland helping TBB somewhere down the line #give him a redemption arc plz #Omega hinted at it at the end of the episode #SO GIMME PLZ #otherwise I once again gotta do everything myself LOL #MLWTBB chatter

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corvidaequeer · 2 years

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How does one make friends?? Asking for a friend- a friend that is totally real definitely not me asking for me or anything *nervous laughter* But seriously how do you make friends.

#i love my 1 irl friend &#the rest are internet friends who live far off in other states 🥲#not that i dont love my internet friends but #i just want to sit in the same space as my friends & do separate things #just chilling in eachother's presence #or like watching a tv show together #come on wisconsin give me some queer friends plz #or go to a flee market

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chushanye · 2 years

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every day I think about how much I love Camp Camp and how it's a genuinely well-written show and every day I am afraid to interact with the fandom.

#the things i've seen there #make me want to never go back #i will make the case that CC is SO FUCKING good like I promise #if you look at it and analyse it and everything its such a solid show with good themes #but some of the experiences I've had with that fandom are VILE #that being said PLZ don't let bad fandoms ruin experiences/media for you #its a lonely existance #but its worth loving something

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fire-faerie-nineteen · 2 years

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Was really craving a teen drama ala PLL and I just have to say that Teen Wolf is everything I wanted Smallville to be I’m having a blast

#teen wolf #teen wolf season 1 #as always with me I’m talking about things I haven’t finished soooo #no spoilers plz #I love late 2000s/early 2010s teen dramas #there’s a reason Buffy and OUAT are some of my favorite shows of all time #give me that cheesy shit I live for it #if I had Netflix I would have absolutely devoured vampire diaries by now #tbh might get it just for that once I finish this one #Hulu just doesn’t have enough of the good ones

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controlaltdelete-my-existence · 17 days

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early db is soo underrated like you have kid goku being an absolute menace bulma gives a pig a permanent laxative then later gets turned into a carrot. a blue creature of indeterminable species keeps ordering around a dog in a ninja costume and a hot chick he found from a damn spy ad in the newspaper and goku straight up strands some motherfuckers on the moon until the end of time. Goofy as hell

#what was toriyama cooking genuinely #I love you kid goku I love you bulma goku sibling dynamic fuck it even Yamacha and puar are endearing #it’s just so silly and generally just good vibes (besides all the perv shit ofc)#dragon ball #on my rewatch and it’s just a good comfort show #not to mention the stupid ass episode cards #me: gee I wonder what will happen this episode #dragon ball episode 10 episode card: the dragon balls are stolen #some funky ass situation: happens #bulma: not to worry Goku can take care of it #Goku: plz feed me #oolong: why am I surrounded by weirdos #puar: yamcha what are we doing #yamcha: why are women so scary #bulma: Goku they’re trying to kill us!#goku: ohh scary (actual quote)#god he was such a little gremlin I love u baby goku #Goku: *says something stupid then proceeds to kick ass* will someone feed me now

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targaryenluvs · 5 months

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DELICATE

pairings: dark!coriolanus snow x innocent!wife!reader

warnings: erm we’re back at it with another dark corio! possessiveness, literal murder, threats, vulgarity, nc touching -dumbification/babying, emotional manipulation and vulnerability, sexual undertones and thoughts, ownership?? NOT PROOFREAD

summary: coriolanus had to marry. lucky for him one of the most eligible girls of the capitol was up for grabs. only problem? he hoped his cold exterior would keep her away but nothing broke her sweet spirit. what happens when he finds himself being drawn to her light? and how far was he willing to go to keep it untainted and all to himself?

word count: 2.09k words

a/n: i swear i can only think of dark ideas for him because he is practically crayz - i loved this concept tho so enjoyyyy - annoyed i can’t find any post-lucy gifs snd i’ve already used the other one help me plz

taglist: @sleepydang @aspieundercover @darktrashsoulbear @3lliesrifle @rafeysbafey @zejjef @themorriganisamonster @cryfordemie @winterblu2 @earthangel-111 @taylarxse @alexameliamg @katastrophic04 @jjggdfvvy @joshwifeyslaymamaballs @10ava01 @kis9na @princessdaella @princessloveweird @prettybiching @justacaliforniandreamer @bxtchopolis @witchafterz @har-rison-s

PART TWO

coriolanus wanted nothing more than a relaxing night. he’d been at a campaign meeting for about four hours and he’d gotten absolutely nothing out of it.

he was in the right mind to fire them all and work it himself but he knew he couldn’t. all he wanted was to go home, have a bath drawn for him, eat dinner with you and go to sleep.

coriolanus had seen a number of weird things in his life but nothing was weirder than seeing you, hanging up the laundry to dry. you’d stopped him in his tracks but hadn’t yet noticed his presence as you hummed to yourself and went about your business. after staring in confusion for a few minutes he cleared his throat, “y/n. what are you doing?” you turned towards him with a smile, “it’s christmas! so i sent the staff home for the rest of the day so they could be with their families. don’t worry i had them prepare your bath, dinner and everything else. there were some things left to do so i thought, why not do them myself? i cleaned my room and yours, ironed the previous batch of laundry and placed them away, dusted the library and i was hanging up the laundry until you showed!” you beamed as you continued to hang the clothing.

coriolanus took a seat on one of the lawn chairs as you continued. he decided to watch you, to make sure you were okay. because who on earth wants to do laundry? that was the very reason you had so many servants. but here you were.

“you can head inside corio, no need to wait for me!” you said sweetly. coriolanus was a strong man, always rational. but god when you spoke so sweetly to him- no. “there’s no need, i’ll wait till you’re done.”

the sun was hanging low as the last rays illuminated the dining room. you’d set out candles, flowers and other pieces on the table. back home you loved setting the table, until your father would reprimand you for doing something you didn’t need to. what will people say if my daughter is acting as a servant?

but right now you felt at ease.

you had a good life. good friends which were rare to find in the capitol. good family and a good husband. he was proper, took care of you in every way, even if he didn’t love you, you were grateful to be married to someone you liked. admired. you’d heard whispers of corio’s childhood, his depleted resources and poor upbringing. but you couldn’t care less. he was more of a man than anyone you knew. and he was extremely pretty, your parents would’ve probably married you off to whomever they thought would help with social standings so this match? a lifeline.

coriolanus kept himself in check. he was up for presidency, his name and wealth restored and he was respected and feared. you were a diamond in the rough. whilst all the other girls in the capitol were, special, to say the least, you weren’t like them. first of all, he could tolerate you. like you even. you were exceptionally smart, well-read and spoken, respectful of those worthy but even those beneath you. you were kind, not the fake kind of the capitol. kind to everyone, helping everyone however you could.

and to him it was more than perfect. someone kind would be easy to have, easy to be married to. he knew from the second he saw you as marriage material that you’d never endanger those around you. you cared, enough to put your happiness to the back of the line. you’d be easy to control. after the wedding he expected you to be clingy, desperate for his love and affection. as any girl would from their husband, but you kept your distance. you didn’t push yourself on him, you did your duty. you did what was required and more. but you always listened, listened to him.

so he assumed you’d be easy to be married to, but he was always in awe of you. your sweet smiles every time you passed eachother in the halls, in the morning at breakfast and at night for dinner. always catering to him.

“what should i wear?” “you can choose.” “you tell me.” “it’s your choice.” and god did it inflate his ego. you were always asking about him, how his day was, what he did, who he saw etc. but it wasn’t just small talk, you were always listening. absorbing his words like a sponge, wide eyes, head nodding along dumbly. he loved it. and over the year he found himself, caring, on the inside at least.

every time you’d go out there were hungry eyes consuming you. your face, body everything. and he wanted to personally pluck out each eyeball and feed it to their families. so again, overtime, he’d shield you, protect you. his sweet wife who knew nothing of what the others wanted to do to her. a hand on your back, an arm around your waist, a peck on your forehead and his large red coat around you. all for show right?

he wanted to puke.

the smell of cabbage wafted to his nose and he was oh so close to putting this fist through the wall. who on earth-

you were humming, again. “corio!” your voice was music to his ears, corio, no one said it to him anymore. not even tigris. but he only liked, only wanted it to come from you. “dinner is served, some of your favourites are here. i asked tigris what you use to eat as a kid. ooh, you never told me you liked cabbage, me too! guess that’s another thing we have in common.” you beamed as you walked over with a bottle of wine, “tell me when to stop.”

he eyed you up the entire time. trying to catch a fleck of disgust whilst you ate, andddd, nothing. you weren’t lying, you actually liked it. he swallowed his own fear and began to eat.

“mm, i was wondering what you wanted me to wear tonight? i’d like to match corio, if that’s okay with you.” corio smiled slightly, “i would like to match. i have something i would like you to wear tonight sweetheart.” your eyes darted forwards as the word fell, sweetheart.

you couldn’t help the smile that came to your face, he only used terms like that in public. and based on his reaction afterwards, of which there was none, it meant that he probably didn’t even realise. or he did, you could never read him.

the red dress did things to coriolanus. the idea of you in it has his head spinning, but to actually see you in it? he wanted to throw you onto his bed and never let you out.

but to you it looked as if he was studying the dress rather than looking at you in it. “you look good.” you grinned, “thank you corio! i love your suit, you look very handsome.” you straightened his suit as he looked over your shoulder, your back was bare. “do you have a throw?” you quickly nodded and picked it up from the dresser. “good.” you already got a million stares in ordinary clothing, tonight was going to test his patience and anger.

the gala was gorgeous. for once there wasn’t ugly statues and weird color matches. a clean and pristine white hall, chandeliers, gold accents.

your heels clicked on the floor as coriolanus held his arm for you. “your hand please.” corio stared, waiting for your further explanation. “when we link arms your arm is too high for me. i end up with my arm at my neck.” you laughed as he lent his hand, which you gladly took.

stares and compliments at every corner of the room, everyone was looking at you two. the future president and first lady of panem. a match made in the capitol. you and coriolanus made the rounds, talking to present sponsors, potential sponsors and other candidates, much to coriolanus’s distaste. after a while you realised you were sort of just standing there, so you excused yourself for a drink and a closer view of the band.

“you look, ravishing.” charles operman. a sight which no one wanted to see, but to you he was just an ex-peer of the academy. “charles! thank you, corio picked it out for me.” you’d missed the way his jaw clenched at the mention of your husband, but you were to engrossed by the angelic singer and band. “you know, i always thought we’d end up together.”

the abruptness of his sentence had you choking on your drink, “excuse me, i’m married charles. i’m sorry if you thought that we would be together, i see you as a friend. i’d hate to lose a friend.” you smiled as he got uncomfortably closer and leaned into your ear, hand on your bare back.

coriolanus’s grip on his cup was tightening as he listened to lucky drone on and on. he wanted to see the life leave charles’s eyes, maybe his head would make as a nice present for you. “excuse me.” he nodded his head as he placed his cup on a passing waiters tray. you were helpless, and he was here to help you.

his breath was hot in your ear and you could smell the liquor on him as he was grabbed from you. “coriolanus, sir.” charles mocked salute as coriolanus stared at him, maybe he thought if he stared long enough hed burn into the floor. coriolanus rarely smiled, but this one was unsettling to say the least.

“if you ever put your hands on my wife, look at her, speak to her. it will be the last time you do so. i might just call in a favor with dr gaul, i hear your fond of snakes?” charles’s eyes widened, he hated snakes. he couldn’t even watch the 10th hunger games, the second he saw the snakes he ran to the bathroom and hurled.

“when i become president, you better keep yourself in line. it’d be horrible to see your family in the games no?” charles took a step back, “you can’t do that, i’m capitol.” coriolanus drew back,

“you won’t be for long.”

you couldn’t believe your eyes, of course he’d protect you but, threatening? he’d never do it right? the shutters of cameras had you reaching for corio, “can we leave my love?” coriolanus turned to you, “of course sweetheart.”

he’d stayed up for a long time. a smile came to his face when he remembered the sound of charles’s neck snapping. the door creaking open revealed a disheveled you, “corio? are you awake?” he sat up as you released a breath.

“what is it y/n?” you took a shy step forward, “i uhm, i can’t stop thinking about charles. he scared me, i didn’t know what to do corio. i-” you couldn’t stop the tears from falling as coriolanus swiftly got out of bed, helping you into his bed. “i- can i sleep here tonight? please?”

this was definitely not how he first expected to have you in his bed, but how could he say no to you? your hair in its braid, messy and lose, puffy eyes and tear stained face. he wished he’d first seen you cry underneath him but he’d take what he could get. what he didn’t expect was for him to like this, the scene of you crying, needing him. he was the one who could help you, console you, coddle you.

coriolanus nodded as he moved back to the bed, tucking himself and you in softy, caressing your hair and kissing your forehead. god he’d held out for so long, denied himself and his feelings but having you in his arms was all he could ever want, but the idea of being in you flooded his head.

would you cry like this? would you shout and scream? did you like it soft and sweet? he couldn’t be soft and sweet, he’d savour the moment but he loved the idea of unravelling you, he’d be the only one to see you like this, him being the only one to make it happen.

you curled into his chest, like a baby. your soft cries and whimpers went straight to his crotch and soon enough you were asleep.

his sweetheart, his delicate little wife.

corios hand slipped downwards and into your pants, he promised himself he just wanted to feel but god you made it difficult. he saved you tonight, didn’t he deserve a reward? didn’t matter if you detested he had you where he liked. so he slowly rolled over and placed you on the bed.

your eyes fluttered at the change of placement but he couldn’t care less. he was done waiting.

you squirmed underneath him in your sleep but his worries faded away.

#coriolanus snow x fem!reader #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus snow #yandere coriolanus snow #dark!coriolanus snow #dark!coriolanus snow x reader #hunger games x reader #the hunger games

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janitorhutcherson · 5 months

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Marked Only for Me (Olderbf!Mike Schmidt NSFW)

hii!! okay, i have never written smut before, so i am begging you all to plz be patient with me! this is very long, so my apologies.this is a part of my olderbf!mike series, so hope u guys likeee. also, for this let's make the assumption mike went to college and all of that before his security jobs. he just had burn out and was there, hence why he's working for a major company with what would be little experience. anyways, lmk what u think!

summary: mike comes home and needs to blow off some steam

warnings: nudity, sex, name calling, hair pulling, choking, marking, possessiveness, an implied free use situation, fluff at the end!!

word count: 2,925

nsfw after the cut!!

You were sitting at the kitchen table doing homework in the home you shared with your boyfriend, Mike. You're 20, a couple of years into college, drudging through math problems that make your head feel like it's sitting inside a frying pan. You had to admit this wasn't your ideal way to relax after a 10-hour shift at the bookstore you helped run. Things had been hectic with Black Friday, your store doing a special sale where everything was 50% off, and bookworms were coming out of random corners to fill their already overflowing shelves for cheap. Of course, being younger, you were the one who had to do the grunt work, carrying piles of books to and from inventory, dealing with the more demanding customers as your older coworkers would tell you that they "just couldn't handle kids these days" and that it'd certainly be better for the younger one to do it. Luckily, though, Abby was at a friend's house, meaning you didn't have distractions. You were as focused as could be with a cup of coffee beside you, the sunlight that was once beaming through the cracks of the blinds now completely gone. You were focused, your brain functioning as much as it would with the problems. Things were quiet.

...That is until Mike stormed in. He was frustrated, angry, an invisible red-hot aura beaming off him. His hair was messier than it typically was. The softness in his eyes was instead replaced with a cold look. His eyebrows were furrowed together on his forehead, his jaw sharp and defined as he gritted his teeth. Although this wasn't common, it wasn't necessarily rare either. Mike worked for a publishing company as a marketing manager. He'd gotten the job after a few months of hard work to make up for the slack on his resume after working at the mall and the pizzeria. He moved up the ladder quickly, his company admiring his friendly attitude and his somewhat shy but personable behavior. He loved his job much more than his past ones. He felt happier, got more time off, was less stressed, and was definitely safer. Even with that being said, sometimes shit just pissed him off.

Today's big issue was a meeting with his marketing team, which also involved the big guy over his head. He felt like he was criticized, demeaned, dragged through the mud, and all in front of the team he was supposed to be respected by, listened to. On a typical day, this might not have pissed him off so much. He might've mentally plotted the demise of his boss, but he wouldn't have caused the outburst he did at work, and today had been particularly awful. He'd been late, burned his breakfast, knicked himself while shaving, and even gotten into what he considered to be a little fight with you the night before. Even though you'd both settled the argument, made up, and kissed before bed, he had been thinking about it all day. He'd then spilled coffee on his brand new tie, leaving a stain, and then... that happened. Mike snapped. He yelled at his boss, showing his ass in front of everyone, causing a meeting in his boss's office to end with an inevitable write-up.

Now, he was home, trudging in all his bad energy, disrupting your study time. You couldn't even be frustrated with him, his demeanor proving he'd obviously had a bad day. You went to stand up to greet him with a hug, a kiss or two, but before you could, Mike stormed over to you, grabbing your arm harshly. You gasped, slightly thrown off by his sudden actions. He pulled you closer to him, his eyes locked on yours and his breath heavy against your neck.

"What the fuck, Mike?" you said, your eyebrows furrowed as you stared into his cold brown-green orbs.

"Listen to me," he grunted, his voice low and gravely. "I have had a very, very bad day, and I need you to be a good girl for me, okay? I don't want no shit, no back talk, you'll listen to what I say.. do you understand?"

His hand still gripped your arm, his fingernails digging into your skin. You could feel yourself starting to drip, your panties feeling damp against your skin as your body buzzed with excitement. All you could do was nod your head, your eyes locked on his as they clouded over with lust. Mike snapped his fingers in your face, looking at you from underneath his eyebrows.

"Use your words," he demanded.

"Yes sir, I understand," you stuttered out, your cheeks flushing red. Mike's face was now pleased, his entire demeanor softening a little. His hand stayed wrapped around your arm as he tugged you into the living room, pushing you roughly onto the couch. You huffed from the impact, your eyes widening as Mike dropped to his knees before you. He slid your sweatpants off, prying your knees open to reveal your see-through pink panties soaked beyond belief. His eyes were hungry, his mouth open, almost drooling as he looked directly into your eyes.

"All for me, babydoll?" he teased, his hand sliding in between your legs as he drew small circles around your clothed clit. You nodded your head as a whimper escaped your lips, the aching in between your legs only growing worse.

"What did I tell you?" he said, his words sharp as he smacked the inside of your thigh.

"Yes sir," you corrected, your words wavering after the impact from his hand. Mike nodded, satisfied with your answer, as he slowly slid your panties down your thighs, wasting no time. You gasped once again as the cold air hit your wet cunt. Mike exhaled sharply, taking a moment to admire you in front of him. His eyes trailed up to your pathetic look, your already-glazed-over eyes, down to your barely clothed chest, only a sports bra covering your breasts he loved so much, then down to in between your legs, where you were so wet, and all just for him. His lips trailed up to your tummy, sucking on the skin in different areas, from above your abdomen all the way up to right below where your sports bra stayed, purple marks forming.

He then dove in without hesitation, his large hands gripping your sides as he leaned in, moving one hand to take his index and middle finger to spread your pussy lips. His mouth instantly attached to your clit. You yelped as you bucked your hips forward, his lips meeting the sensitive area. Mike pinched your thigh, a sign to quiet down until he said to do otherwise, two of his fingers reaching out to be shoved into your mouth.

“Suck,” he demanded, his fingers going as far back down your throat as they could. You did what you were told, sucking on his fingers and drawing your own circles with your tongue. His tongue drew tiny and slow circles against the set of nerves, your hands reaching down to tangle in his hair from desperation. God, he loved eating you out. The way you yelped, quivered, shook underneath him, your hands tangled in his hair to keep yourself from going over the edge. He fucking loved it, you were the perfect cure to his anger, calming, something he could take it out on in a productive way that made everyone feel good. Your whines were suppressed as you bit your lip, your teeth digging into the softer skin. Mike pulled away for a moment, his eyes locking with yours once again as he admired your face, your now swollen lips.

“You know what, baby? Be as loud as you want for me now, princess,” he mumbled, going back to attacking your wet cunt. Slurping sounds filled the living room mixed with your moans and whimpers as his tongue slid up and down your slit, his lips wrapping around your clit to suck as hard as possible when his tongue wasn’t fucking inside of you. He moaned against you, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine. His cock was rock hard inside of his work pants, his own face flustered as he rocked back and forth against himself. His tongue continued to lap at your clit as he slid two of his large fingers in and out of you, your walls clenching around them. You could feel yourself drawing close and Mike could tell. Your thighs attempted to clench around his head, but before they could his calloused hands pried them open, holding them apart. Just as your eyes began to clamp shut, your thighs shaking as the knot in your stomach started to untie, Mike pulled away. You gasped as he slipped his fingers out, furrowing your eyebrows as you stared at him with an angry glare. He chuckled as he stood up, raising his eyebrows up and down as he leaned down, his hand lifting your chin up.

“Poor baby, was all ready to finish for me, hm? You were gonna be ‘Mikey’s little slut,’ weren’t you? That’s what you tell me you are, right? My little slut?” he teased, no remorse behind his eyes. You huffed, punching his arm before crossing your arm, too out of it to say anything from the knot that remained in your stomach but too angry to take initiative.

“Awh, don’t be mad, princess,” he snickered, shaking his head as he leaned further down to press a gentle kiss to your lips. “You really think I’m done with you?”

With that being said, Mike pushing you back on the couch. His right hand held you down as his lift struggled to unbutton his pants. He pulled his pants down, letting them fall around his ankles as he yanked his boxers off, his cock springing out. He stepped out of them, letting you go for a moment to unbutton his shirt before tossing it off as well. Mike then looked over to you, leaning forward, ripping your thin sports bra off of your chest, your breasts now exposed to him. He licked his lips, excitement overflowing his body. He crawled on top of you, attempting to make the two of you fit on the couch. His mouth attacked your nipples, biting and gnawing at your skin. His mouth moved up to your neck, sucking and prodding and biting until purple marks were left all around, ones you were all too aware would be impossible to hide later on. He moved down to your chest once again, marks all across your collarbone, your tits. Mike’s hands gripped onto your neck as he sat up, looking into your glossed over eyes. He pressed his lips to your ear, a soft kiss against your earlobe.

“’M about to fuck you so hard you see stars,” he said, his voice causing prickles to cover your skin. Then, without hesitation Mike slammed into you, his pace staggered. Your moans were as loud as could be, the sound of skin hitting against each other and the echoes of both of your voices filling the living room. His thrusts were sloppy as he felt himself starting to get close to the edge, his hands pushing your hips down and into the couch. Your entire body sunk into the cushions as he used everything in him, his cock abusing your poor cunt. You swore you saw stars until you felt his hand gently smack against your cheek, your eyes averting back to his gaze.

“You’re gonna look at me when I fuck you, princess,” he growled, his hand sliding up to your hair as he tugged. You grew close, clenching around his length, your thighs starting to shake. Your core was threatening to come undone.

“Fuck, Mikey, baby, I’m gonna fucking cum,” you whimpered out, closing your eyes as your head leaned back against the side of the couch.

“Cum for me, baby,” Mike stated. You did as he demanded, finishing around his cock as your liquids gushed against him. His thrusts grew sloppier before he pulled out, pressing a kiss to your lips.

“You’re such a good girl, you know that baby? You did so good for me, listening to what I said, letting me use your pretty cunt,” he stated, his thumb caressing your cheek. He then resituated, pulling you off the couch, pushing you onto the ground. You were now in the same position he was in earlier, completely fucked out. Your lips were dull from exhaustion, your cheeks red and your hair knotted in certain areas. Mike’s cock was directly in front of you, his hand guiding for you to suck on him. Your lips wrapped around his tip, the tip of your tongue licking his slit. You worked your mouth down his length, licking the sides. Mike’s moans became frantic, desperate as your mouth worked its magic. His hand tangled in your hair as he pushed your head up and down, thrusting up into your mouth.

“That’s it, baby, feels so good,” he grunted. With no warning, Mike pulled out, spilling his load all over your face. He twitched, his moans loud and low, your tongue stuck out to catch his cum. His body laid against the couch, feeling heavy as his head leaned against the back of his couch. A tired grin was on his lips as you also smiled up at him, licking yourself clean. Mike looked down at you, a chuckle releasing his lips. It was obvious all of the tension and anger was gone, as his once cold eyes were once again the soft loving brown they used to be. He looked at you with adoration, always amused by how gorgeous you were even after rigorous activity and getting your face painted.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he said, picking you up bridal style as he leaned down to kiss you, not caring about his own load that was now on his face. He sat you down on the bathroom counter, grabbing a washcloth out of the cabinet, running it under warm water. He started to wipe away all of the liquids covering your face, pressing kisses to your skin here and there, looking your body up and down as he admired all of the marks he left.

“You always know how to make me feel good and how to take care of me after,” you croaked out, your voice laced with exhaustion as you smiled. Mike smiled back at you, his hand tenderly touching your cheek before pushing your hair behind your ear.

“I love you, of course I want to make sure ‘m taking care of you,” he said softly. His lips once again pressed against yours. “Thank you for letting me… you know.. blow off some steam,” he said, wiggling his brows.

“Of course, honey. I was worried, though. Is everything okay? Do you want to talk about it?” you asked, leaning forward as you slid off of the counter, grabbing a new washcloth and beginning to wipe his face with it as well. Mike sighed, shaking his head as he looked at her with sad eyes.

“I just- I got into it pretty badly with my boss at work and got criticized, I felt like a wounded animal, like I had to fight. I’m so used to having to fight that I don’t know how to shut up and listen,” he mumbled. “It was so bad, Y/N, and I got written up after that awful day I had this morning… I just.. I don’t know. I do know I feel better now, and would feel even better if we cuddled for a bit and then went out for food?” he suggested, spilling his thoughts to you. You giggled, nodding your head as you reached up to press a kiss to him. You dragged him into your shared bedroom, the two of you cuddling up together under the blankets. You turned to your side, your eyes locked with his.

“I love you, Mike, so much. And I’m so, so unbelievably proud of you. Thank you, for always making me feel good too, for taking care of me, for being such a good brother to Abby, just… thank you,” you said softly. Mike looked back at you lovingly, his appreciation for you apparent.

“I love you, princess, you don’t even know how much,” he mumbled. His eyes were heavy. He leaned over and set an alarm for an hour from now, the two of you planning on a night of dinner out and grocery shopping. He curled his arm around you lazily, your body limp and exhausted against his as you yawned.

“Oh, and baby?” he asked. You hummed, lifting your head to meet his eyes. “Wear a crop top when we go out, I want everyone to see you all marked up.” You giggled as you laid your head down, drifting off to sleep.

When you two went out, you did just that, wearing a cropped scoop neck shirt with a low-rise flowy skirt. He showed off any marks you’d left, too, your possessive boyfriend holding you close anytime someone’s eyes linger too long. Mike was strange, possessive, and sometimes a little of what most would say was unsettling, but to you, he was the love of your life, the man who made you feel good, the one who fucked you until you couldn’t think. You loved him, and you always would, blessing you with a lifelong supply of angry sex and aftercare cuddles.

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