#viictorygiift

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viictorygiift

brown eyes focus onto the woman. she attempts to read her facial expression but to no avail. annie does not dare to step toward her; however, she gathers the courage to speak.

❛ you look troubled. ❜

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Old scar thing

“You remember this right?”He pulled his hair up, revealng where the synthflesh of his right side met his real skin. 

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5 times fucked -- viictorygift

(I was waiting for this. Hope I don’t disappoint)

One:

They first met in the Capitol, when she was a gift to the Gamemakers, and he was just a junior among their number. A joke, mostly, from a drunken Seneca Crane. For the the man saw her as nothing but a toy, a doll, just as the Capitol had planned. To reward Deejay for his work, he gave him Bly for the night.Both were drunk, her because it helped her want to live, him because he had been forced glass after glass of incredible expensive beverages with inhumanly high alcoholic contents and he had no way to really say no. They fucked, and they fucked HARD, the alcohol numbing pain and clouding awareness. If she hadn’t been only partially human, she probably would have gotten bruises and worse, across her ass and her breasts and her throat, from where he forced his control upon her. As it was, neither really remembered what happened. She awoke before he did and slunk away, and he was left to wonder if she was real, or just a dream. 

Two:

With the rebellion over, the wounds that all had hidden from sight during it rose to the surface. Some mental; most physical. Bly was a nurse by trade, skilled in healing those who needed it…except, unfortunately, for herself. Which was where he came in. Caught in the blast of Gale’s bomb on the lawn of the Presidential Palace, Deejay ended up under Bly’s care, the rest of the doctors being far to busy with Katniss and other patients. She healed his skin and his bones and his eye…and in return, he helped to heal her heart and soul, filling in a section the Gamemakers had torn out with their surgical knifes and implants. It was rough, this was true. But only because she couldn’t feel it…her skin and body numb to feeling pleasure after so long. To get her to cum, he had to work his hardest, do his worst so to speak. But even then something good came of it. It got him thinking about how to heal her skin…and revealed the beginnings of something horrible.

Three:

He hated himself the most when he couldn’t figure out how to save her. He’d gone through EVERYTHING the Capitol had on artificial flesh degeneration. Everything and more…and found nothing to help. If it hadn’t been for Grey and her understanding of ancient technology and medicine, Bly would have died. And he beat himself nearly to death over it. She saw it…and she hated it. And so she came to him with a counter offer, one she needed herself…he could take his anger against himself out on her. At first he was horrified, convinced she wanted him to hurt her. But then she stripped off her shirt and her pants, beckoning him closer, and he understood. And more, he respected her, knowing what a great risk and the trust she was putting in him…and he vowed not to betray it. He did not…the only thing broken here was her growing arousal, satisfied in the most intense way that they could find, the result being two sweaty victors, panting on the floor. It was also the moment he realized that he loved her…and he was sure she felt the same.

Four: 

Their sex life was, by the standards of most victors and even non, slow and almost uninteresting. Neither really complained, that was how they liked it. If you have too much of something, you don’t want any more. And both had seen their fair share of beds and floors and otherwise.So when they DID fuck, it was a moment of intense passion, an opening of wounded souls to each other. And neither held back. At least there…Some would call their fucking tame. Deejay wouldn’t disagree. But as long as he managed to get Bly to shout his name, and climax…he considered it good.

Five:

He never figured himself to be a father…and he knew she never expected to be a mother. Too many things were in the way…enough that, when Grey offered them a chance, through special circumstances and needles and chemicals, they both took it, though Bly HATED needles, and he wasn’t a fan of them either. The chance to make a child natrually though…that was more than worth it. The practical order from Grey to “fuck as much as you can” was more than enough reason for them to do just that. They had more sex in a month than they had in the whole past year…and slowly, he started to realize Bly was alright with that. It wasn’t intense, nor was it harsh…but it was enjoyable. The kind of sex that he had always wanted. And in the end…it worked. When he held their newborn son, still damp from his exit of his mother’s body, he realized, once again, that it wasn’t the quantity of sex…it was the QUALITY. 

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Just A Heads Up

My college finals are beginning and my homework and study neccecities have increased in paralell. Expect to see a lot less of me on for the moment, at least until they’re over,

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Going For The Weekend

Off to this dumbass lodge in the mountains my parents love but everyone else hates because its rustic, there's no wifi, and the people there refuse to accept the march of time and still think its the fucking 60s.  Grow. The. Fuck. Up.

I'll be back sometime later Sunday.

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(Do I owe anyone? I think my activity is fucking up again)

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viictorygiift replied to your post:brush - matrisdeliciae

Sammy stfu this was beautiful <3

;outofthesea [ Oh but it was just so so late and I feel really guilty about how slow and inactive Finn has been... ]

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Gone For Too Long

He never should have gone. That much was obvious to him now.  They hadn't needed him...they just wanted to parade the damn fact that the Murderhawk himself was helping them fight.  And parade they had...oh hell had they paraded.  It pissed the neo-Capitolists off something fierce of course...which was probably why they'd wanted him to come in the first place.  The fighting went on for months...thankfully not for so long he missed Bly and the baby... Speaking of... He pulled his helmet off as he entered the farthest reaches of her garden, which stretched from the front porch of the house out to where the street was. It clattered and rolled and he gave no fucks about where it landed.  He was home, thats what he cared about.  Climbing the steps with a sigh, he pushed the doorbell.  Please be in...please be in...