#I’m annoyed and I’m sick and wanna be a fucking sleep

[foxxfaggotry]

Wow I’m really irritated right now. I know it’s partially bc I’m working while I’m sick as hell.

But like holy fuck also _____ is seriously annoying the fuck out of me today. I am so over them being like “ahh I’m bored I don’t wanna be here I’m barely sick” WELL IM FUCKIN VERY SICK AND ITS YOUR FUCKING FAULT SO COMPLAIN TO MY FUCKING EX YOUR STILL DATING WHERE I CANT HEAR U PLEASE AND THANK U

[friedroses]

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[webbluvrsugar]

also also! how about ethan × virgin youngest carpenter sister reader (bc i literally can never get enough of that dynamic + i feel like it would be a really interesting added layer, being the youngest carpenter she always acts like she knows what she’s doing bc she’s sick of being told what to do by her overprotective sister sam) who’s still teasing him about it (similar to this dynamic) even though she’s also literally just as inexperienced as him, but they lose their virginities to each other bc she doesn’t want to die a virgin & ofc he’s like you’re not gonna die (bc he knows something we don’t xhzbzb😭) but ofc he’s still like vv enthusiastic about losing his virginity to you / taking your virginity bc you’re literally the girl of his dreams he’s always falling all over himself for<3

sorry if that was a lot shdbdbs i’m more lucid now so i had more time to overthink this one😭

p.s. you’re literally my savior saving the ethan landry fic fandom rn & bringing our boyfriend home so genuinely tysm for your service🥰🫡

a/n: supposed to be sleeping but I just couldn’t get this off my mind!!

bully!reader loses her virginity to Ethan (who is also a virgin)

You didn’t mean to let it all out on Ethan sometimes, it’s just, your sister, Sam, has been annoying you, it’s always “Don’t do this.” or “Don’t do that, it’s dangerous.”, it’s not like you’re a fucking kid anymore, it’s annoying, but all it took was for him to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, water from his bottle dripping all onto you, you’re immediately pissed, now he’s trying to help.

“You know what? It would be so great if you could just go away and I don’t know — get laid or something.” You shout back at him as you walk into the bathroom, looking over at the wet stain in the pretty top you’re wearing.

Ethan usually stays quiet to your insults, he doesn’t think it’s worth it, but he doesn’t understand why you have to be so sour towards him when he hasn’t done anything — asides from drenching you in water.

“What is up with you?” He follows you to the bathroom. “Sam didn’t let you party past your bedtime?”

God, he’s annoying — you think, and he can almost hear your thoughts by the menacing look you throw at him before tugging your top completely off your body.

“And, by the way, you keep — you keep talking about that stuff,” right that stuff, you scoff and roll you eyes at him, focusing on the mirror while he tries not to look at you topless. “but.. I bet you’re just… lying anyways.”

This is what ticks you off, sure, you may have been a little deceiving towards him but.. it’s not like it matters anyways.

“Lying?” You turn to him, cross your arms over your chest. “You think I’m lying?” You are lying. “What, you wanna check?”

He turns fully red, messes up his own words before he can get a proper sentence out. “That’s not… you know that’s not what I’m saying, I just think you’re full of shit.”

“Why the fuck would I lie about that?” You take a step closer to him.

“Cause… you think you’re better than everyone when really you’re just mad cause Sam is always watching you.” You gasp, fake a scoff as if you’re not bothered, he spots a little crack in your attitude. This time, it’s him who steps closer. “And you act like you’re not scared of that damn killer when I bet you’re also pissing yourself.”

You stay silent this time, your arms clench around your chest before you sigh.

“It’s not like that..”

Ethan softens, he realises he may have been a little out of line with his statements.

“I’m sorr—“

“I also don’t wanna die a virgin, it’s embarrassing, so what?” You interrupt, Ethan raises a brow, he could almost laugh.

First because he knows you’re not dying. Second because, that’s your biggest fear? There’s a killer out there — he’s out there gutting your friends and you’re thinking about… that?

“I… could help.” He suggests, he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t thinking about it.

There’s silence again before you let your arms fall beside you. “But you’re also..”

“I wouldn’t mind.” He states.

Yeah, he wouldn’t mind.

He really wouldn’t mind.

And you don’t mind it either when he fucks you through the pain, making you pay for all of your insults.

You won’t die a virgin after all.

[papil0nglegs]

Sweet n’ Sour 👛 (pt.2)

Tf2 x “nice”Reader

A/n: Here’s pt.1 if you don’t know what this fic is abt, ik I said I was going to do my own fic after the last one I made but I couldn’t think of anything sooo I’m just doing this. I might do a ‘tf2 x Snooki!Reader’ cuz I just started watching jersey shore and I love it (also you could tell I put my whole heart and ass into snipers section)

warnings: Slut shaming, Reader and Sniper banging, enemies to lovers, hatefuck (sorry this one’s wild)

Pyro

Pyro quickly took a liking to you because of your girly nature, he loved your style

He’s only ever been on your good side, painting nails reading magazines gossiping etc.

He’s such a girls man. No, not a ladies man, a girls man

“Holy fuck! Snooki got arrested”

“Mm mffmm mmm?”

*from jersey shore??

“Yes from jersey shore!!”

Of course you two are duos on the battlefield, skipping happily around the blu teams base as it burns down

Def owns one of those heart friendship necklaces

About him being a girls man, he always makes sure you look good on the battlefield

Loves picking out outfits with you and always carries around something he knows you’ll forget

“Shit! I forgot to put on lipgloss..”

“Mmm mmphm mm?”

*here, cherry bomb right?

“gasp Omg I love you so much 💕”

You and Pyro would have the loving best friend relationship, kissing each others cheek and shit

Doing makeup on mask>>>>

Imagine the fake lashes along w the blush 😭 he loves it

lol put big anime girl eyes on him pls

“You’re fucking chewing right now P.”

“mmm mm!!!”

*thank you!!

Sniper

He hated you when he first saw you omg. Sniper is introverted cuz he got bullied and school, so now he automatically thinks any girl with even a slightly feminine style is bitchy

To be fair you were.. to him

Srry but he got annoyed with you so fast, it started a hefty rivalry between you and snipes

“Where’s princess prissy?”

“Uhm I know you’re not talking about me, at least I actually go down there to fight unlike you in the sidelines.”

It’s always something with you guys istg

He has to admit (but won’t) , he loves watching you destroy the enemy team the way you do from afar. Blood and guts getting in your hair and pretty face. Whenever you catch him staring at you you always give him the finger, makes him chuckle despite how much he ‘hates’ you

Sometimes he has to leave more than piss in his jars

He still kept the enemy streak but it was just to hide his feelings

The mercs get so sick of your guys’s attitude, they practically begged Miss Pauling to send you and sniper off to a mission so they can get a break. She obliged

“Yeah I’m not working with him, sorry! I’d rather go back to juvie than go sleep in his musty van.”

“Bonzy, wouldn’t want to smell your bloody strong perfume all over me van ya whore.”

“I’d rather smell like strong perfume than someone who hangs around piss jars and has coffee breath!!”

Miss Pauling immediately understood why the mercs wanted you guys to go away. And so she forced you to stay in his ‘musty van’ for a week so that you both can go assassinate god knows who. Safe to say it wasn’t an easy trip.

“Ay, I’m gonna go hunt for dinner, you comin’?

“Why the fuck would I wanna go with you?? Bye.”

damn, you didn’t have to end him like that 😭

You felt something when this bitch came back with a 14ft alligator, dragging it by the tail back to the van. You bit your lip staring at him as he wiped the sweat from his forehead

You asked him to hook up, you tried to be subtle but it just turned out uneasy to say the least

“Hey I liked the way you um.. dragged that crocodile back there”

“Chuckle it was a alligator, Sheila”

“Of course you know the difference..”

You blushed, along with him, laughing awkwardly, biting your pink painted thumbnail while he scratched the back of his neck

Cut to you guys waking up naked in his bed all sweaty

Hate fucking or not, now instead of the mercs being annoyed of you hating each other too much, they hate how much you love each other

“Cmon guys not in the goddamn break room..”

“Sorry, I just love his black coffee breath”

“And I love the smell of the perfume I got ya”

“God I fucking hate it when you use Australian slang..”

You still did your thing in the break room

Spy

He has so much hate in his heart for you, and it shows

The difference between him and sniper is that he doesn’t like ANYTHING about you, especially the way you fight

Sure it surprised him when you showed off how you fought, but he didn’t take a liking to it

While trying to sneak up on an enemy sniper, you immediately bashed their head in with your pink hammer. He glared at you so hard

“😐”

“What shitface?? Say something. I got impatient you were taking too long.”

This guy wants nothing to do with you, if you get assigned to a mission together he’ll have his way to sneak out of it.

In the expiration date short you wrote

Fuck you <3

On the paper he handed to everyone along with a drawing of a middle finger for the bucket thing he did

How did he know it was you? You made the hand look exactly like yours, acrylic nails and all.

You and scout started giggling like school girls

“..would anyone else like to insult me??”

soldier slowly raising his hand

Posting on your story in the middle of a battle is such a good way to mess with him, just doing the peace sign while he stays frustrated in the background

‘This old fuck really expects me to kill this big bitch alone 😹😹 Lol he fucking wishes, anyways I’m prob gonna get in trouble bcuz of this but IDRC 💜 #ellieandmasonhouse’

He wants to kill you so bad, sadly you’re one of the most useful mercs on the team. But if you weren’t he’d be so down to kill you

[goingmerryfics]

Can you write sth with Kid and Law where the reader tells them she's pregnant and wants to keep the baby ❤️🥺

Breaking the news w/ Kid & Law

Content: No gendered pronouns, but reader is pregnant and therefore AFAB, mentions of a sex life of course. Hints at abortion.

Notes* Absolutely I can! If there’s one thing I’m weak for, it’s good dads. So here you go!

Kid

Kid doesn't notice your weight gain at all. But if there's one thing here loves, it's a good meal

So when he sees you picking at your plate the first time, he jokes that he'll rest your share of you don't want it

He didn't expect you to actually give it to him though

The morning sickness also comes quickly, and he makes a comment about how if you're getting sick to stay the hell away

The poor eating continues, and now he's concerned

How are you supposed to be able to keep up and fight if you won't eat?

He catches you in private and asks what's going on with you, but you don't even really know

He sends you to get a check up, which you were already planning on doing

After some questioning, you were asked to take a pregnancy test

You didn't believe them when they said it was positive. You're handed the physical evidence, and then asked what your next step will be

You aren't sure what they mean, so they give you the option: keep it or not

It's something you have to sleep on. The ship isn't a safe place for baby or a pregnant person in your opinion, and not to mention the elephant in the room

Kid? The hot headed Captain, with a kid??

If it were only up to you, you know what you would do. But this is going to require a conversation with him

You're terrified

What if he gets upset? What if he refuses to help you? What if he kicks you off the ship?

You can't face him with all of this anxiety, so you start to avoid him

Wanting to know how your appointment went though, he doesn't appreciate that

You dance around him on the ship. You know his route, and he knows that you know it, so he's really annoyed with the fact that he can't fucking find you

He lets himself into your shared room and does a quick look for you

He spots the pregnancy test on the dresser, picks it up, and stares

You eventually return to your room and he's still there, sitting on the side of your bed and holding it

You slowly move to sit next to him, and it's quiet until he speaks

“So… What do you wanna do about this?”

You've never heard him so… Calm

You take a deep breath and tell him you're keeping the baby, and there's a splash of silence again before he mutters,

“I'm going to be a dad.”

When you look at him, he's smiling at you

You smile back as the tension disappears from your body

Kid is great at taking care of you- he'll get the kitchen to make anything you want, whenever you want it. He makes sure to keep everyone reminded that you can't be involved in any rough housing

But he also keeps forgetting that you can't do certain things

Killer, Heat, and Wire remind him all the time how you can't lift anything heavy, or join in on any fights

It's kind of funny watching Kid blank like that

When you get too big to get your shoes on properly, he can't help but laugh and even more so at your pouting 

He still helps you, though

He also had no idea how haywire your emotions were going to get, and that part confused the hell out of him

One minute you're happy, next you're pissed at him for something. An hour later and you've forgotten your anger and now you're horny

It's hard to keep up with but he tries to keep his cool with it. He knows it's not your fault, or how you would usually act

He's tense about being a good enough dad until you explain to him that it's just like being a Captain but with less yelling, maybe

The day the baby comes he's out in the middle of a fight, and he has to rush back and ignore the opposition calling him a coward so he can be with you

He bursts in just moments before the baby arrives

He's starstruck at your little one, and one look into their tiny face tells him that this was the right thing to do

Law

He noticed before even you that you seemed to be… Off

The first thing he'd seen change was your weight, but like hell was he going to comment on that

It was hard to miss even the subtle extra tummy with your active sex life 

It didn't matter if you put on a little weight, as long as you were healthy and happy in your body

Your eating habits began to change next, and Law started to keep a close eye on the fact that some foods that you used to love were now never on your plate

Silent observation this entire time

Then you started waking up sick, and he decided he needed to perform a check up on you

You refused, insisting you must've just eaten something bad

So Law takes it into his own hands to check the pantry storage and make sure nothing is rotten or cross contaminated

As he's doing that, a thought pops into your head

Could it be…?

Not wanting to send Law into a panic if it wasn't the case, you decided to take the pregnancy test yourself

You almost passed out seeing the two blue lines

But your decision was an easy one to make. You loved Law, and for you, this was unquestionably the only way you wanted to go about things

You were going to have a baby

When Law returns to you, he finds you teary eyed, starting at a positive pregnancy test

Why hasn't he thought of that first?

His first emotion is panic.

“What if they're born with White Lead? What if we can't protect them on the sea? What if-”

You hush him, assuring him that it's all going to be ok

As he starts to calm, her also starts to get teary eyed

The thought of having a family again… It's too much for him

Memories of his own family flood back

He wishes he could have introduced you to his parents, his sister

To Corazon

You hold him and he holds you, promising his life to protect you both through mixed emotional sobs

Through the pregnancy, he keeps that promise and then some

He's very doting; taking charge of all your appointments, keeping you away from any heavy work, and trying to help you with your now very specific appetite

He gets you to take prenatal vitamins just to be safe

The crew is amazing with their help, too. They're so excited to have a new addition, and you get practical gifts from them often

A baby sized boiler suit to match the others, a very poorly built crib that you will not be using

They tried, that's what counts

Law is giving his crew orders when you feel the first kick, and you immediately interrupt him to tell him that

Everybody now forgets their orders, wanting a turn to feel it. Law has to shout at them to get their hands off of you

When the delivery day comes, Law is right there with his hand picked team for assistance

Everything goes smoothly, and the two of you end up in tears as you hear the crying of your new little family member

[ma1dita]

🐥

okay I dont wanna seem annoying but it's 10:53pm and the ideas r coming in but I already sent an ask in so do whichever u want first 😭

bf!Luke when he's sick headcanons? (can be in an au where they're js normal ppl or can be them at camp, your choice !! 🫶🏼

🐥🐥🐥🐥🐥

a/n: LIVVVVV i truly believe that if this man was sick with an SO that would take care of him he would be the biggest bitch alive just because he can

at camp:

it starts with a sniffle, luke trying to be oh so brave about it until he can’t ignore the sneezes that sound like they could shake the earth and all of cabin 11 (if you think those kids barely got sleep in general, you should see them get mad at luke’s dumbass going ACHOO for the 47th time that night)

so they rightfully complain to you to go get your man and drag his ass to the infirmary, because the cabin counselor he is loves taking care of others but throws a fit when they tell him to get checked out by the apollo kids talking bout “i don’t get sick, i’m too cool to get sick! heroes don’t get—”

yeah so he has the flu

one stern look from you sends him packing towards the infirmary, dragging his feet in the dirt and complaining the whole way

he puts up a fight the whole time, swatting the healer’s hands away to the point they want to tie him to the bed, and luke doesn’t like not winning

“luke just listen to the fucking healer and you’ll be out of here faster.” “bedrest! they want me to be strapped down here forever, babe, you know i don’t like not moving for that long! though if you were the one tying me down…” *sniffles innocently*

a cold towel smacks him in the face

you end up nursing his nasty germ-riddled ass back to health in a corner of the infirmary that you have to make your own for the next week and a half. 

but if you ask him, he felt fine after a few days—he just likes being taken care of by you

im bored lets do modern hcs too:

in this universe he’s still a little shit but at least you two live together in a cute little city apartment

luke’s laid out on the couch wrapped up in some of your coziest throw blankets as he scrolls through old reruns of friends, laughing at chandler’s humor because i imagine it to be a lot like his own (of course, if rick let him be funny instead of traumatized and an antagonist)

you’re making chicken noodle soup in the kitchen and the smell wafts through the air of your apartment even if he’s so congested his voice sounds funny when he talks

i think you guys would have two cats, brother and sister—absolute menaces, pouncing on him in turns trying to resuscitate their dad from his lifeless form on the couch to throw their little mouse toy around

that or a really big senior dog who sleeps at his feet and turns its head every time luke makes a funny noise

oh he’s still annoying in this one trust—you gave him a little silver dinner bell to ring if he needs you since you’re working from home in the other room but the problem is this man always needs you

ring. “babe!’ ring. “baby!” ring ring. “love of my life, absolute goddess among—*wheeze* humans, can you come here a second?”

“what’s up, honey?” “oh i just needed to see your pretty face. feeling better already!” 

you toss a pillow at his head and get back to your meeting.

when it’s over though, you join him in his little blanket fortress and he lays on your chest, sniffling and smiling as he pulls you into a kiss and thanking you for existing

you get sick after but it’s worth it. sort of like payback

[ryescapades]

angel baby pt.2 | blue block

— bllk boys as scenes/dialogues i’ve seen on tiktok

characters: itoshi sae, oliver aiku, shidou ryusei, michael kaiser x gn!reader

genre/warning: fluff, swearings, enemies to lovers (in kaiser’s part)

a/n: for the nth time, i promise i’ll put the read more thing later i just wanna get this posted trust 🤞😔 btw yall can clearly tell who’s my favourite out of all of them here lmfao

part 1 (isagi, bachira, reo, nagi, rin, barou)

sae in which you’re having a bad— no, probably the worst day ever. of course, you don’t want to make him worry or burden him with your problems. however, when he comes home hoping for you to welcome him into your loving arms, maybe with a kiss or two, only to see you in the bedroom wiping away the remainder of your tears while trying to hold in your sniffles, he feels something inside of him stirs at the sight of your red and puffy eyes. who was it that made you cry? who hurt you? who does he need to kill make them pay for making you shed your precious tears? “oh, it’s just my allergy. no need to worry, sae.” you answer when he asks what’s wrong. the frown on his face deepens, his voice changes to an octave lower as his tone is filled with murderous intent. “…is that so? well then i’m also allergic to bullshit. now tell me who made you cry, y/n.”

oliver in which he’s been trying to get with you for weeks and you always turn him down everytime, albeit in a roundabout way despite the two of you having been dancing around these feelings for too long. “how many goals do i have to score for you to go on a date with me?” he’d ask one day. “let’s see how many you can score by yourself. then i’ll let you know if i’m impressed.” you reply, giving him a nonchalant shrug. the man smirks, his dual-coloured eyes glinting. “we have a deal. i’ll dedicate them all to you, sweetheart.”

shidou in which you have fallen ill and have been staying in bed all day, trying to sleep all the sickness away. halfway through from falling asleep, your phone rings, a familiar name displays on the screen. “ryusei?” you inwardly cringe at how scratchy and hoarse your voice sounds. “baby, where are you?” he asks, the intent to affectionately annoy you suddenly disappears when he hears you. “at home. i’m kinda sick right now.” he hums, “aite, i’ll be around in ten then.” you furrow your eyebrows, “no no, it’s bad, ryu. i don’t wanna pass it to you.” at that, the man only grins in amusement. “babe, i’ll take anything you fucking give me. see you in ten.”

kaiser in which the two of you despise each other. well, you’re supposed to. that’s what you tell yourself anyway. but you wonder how you end up here, caged in between his arms as you glower at him. “tell me you hate me.” he murmurs, breath mixing with yours. “i hate you.” you say. “i hate you, i hate you—“ he kisses you, lips pressing hard onto yours and you let him. you let yourself move in sync with him as his hand comes up to hold your face tenderly. ‘i hate you so much that sometimes i can’t think of anything else but you’, you want to tell him but you don’t, because you know he knows.

[mayflora-18]

Incorrect CoD Quotes #7

Sherlock, in response to being asked to sneak into Valeria’s house: Okay. Don’t worry, guys. I got your back!

*She steps behind Ghost*

Sherlock: From right here.

———

Laswell: Hey did you call General Shepherd a bitch?

Price: Yeaaahh! He changed the Wi-Fi password!

Laswell: You can’t be-

Nikolai: THAT BITCH CHANGED THE WI-FI PASSWORD!!!!

———

*Something bad and unexpected happens on a mission*

Nikolai: Why didn’t you tell me?!

Sherlock: Well, because I wanted us to fail.

Nikolai: 😑

Sherlock: OBVIOUSLY I DIDN’T KNOW!!!!

———

Graves: Hey, I always get the vibe that you, like, hate me or something.

Ghost: What?! Me, hate you?!

Ghost: …You’re right.

———

Soap: If I punch myself in the face and it hurts, am I strong or weak?

Ghost: Strong.

Gaz: Weak.

Price: A dumbass is what you are.

———

Alejandro: When I first met you, I thought you were weird and annoying.

Graves: …

Graves: And?

Alejandro: And you are.

———

Hadir: Sorry I’m late, I was… doing things.

*pounding footsteps can be heard from behind the door*

Alex, bursting through the door: HE PUSHED ME DOWN THE FUCKING STAIRS!

Hadir: Push is such a strong word. I prefer calling it … giving you a little nudge.

Alex: Oh I’ll give you a nudge when I shove mY FOOT UP YOUR ASS!

Price, covering Farah’s ears: Hey! Watch your fucking language in front of the president!

———

Graves: Yo, what’s that song that goes like, “Despacito”?

Alejandro: Despacito?

Graves: Yeah. What’s the name?

Alejandro: DESPACITO

Graves: …Yeah. What’s the name?

Alejandro, pissed: Dios mío, you’re an idiot!

Graves: Thank you! Alexa, play “Dios mío, you’re an idiot!”

Echo Dot Alexa: Ok *starts playing Despacito*

Alejandro: 😦

Graves 😎

———

Ghost: What happens to the car if you press the break and the accelerator at the same time? Does it take a screenshot?

Price:

Soap:

Gaz:

Roach, wanting to be a little shit: Ye-

Sherlock being done with life: No. That’s it, I’m driving.

———

Soap: Go to bed! It’s 3am. If you don’t you’re going to hate yourself in the morning!

Roach: Jokes on you, I’m gonna hate myself in the morning ✨REGARDLESS✨

———

Sherlock: I don’t want to be a person anymore.

Ghost: … What?

Sherlock: I’m tired of it.

Soap: 😥 Maybe we should talk about this-

Sherlock: I just wanna be a dinosaur.

Ghost:

Soap:

Roach: Me too!

———

*Sherlock walks into the rec room and drops her bag on the floor*

Sherlock: tEll mE wHy tHerE arE 7 BiLlioN peOplE On tHiS DAmN PlaNEt ANd NoT 1 pErsOn hAs A CrUsH On mE!? WhAt ThE HelL UNiveRsE?!!

Gaz, whose been pining for her since the day he met her: what about me 🥺

———

Roach, sleep deprived: All I want-

Soap: Oh no

Roach: -is for for someone to walk up to me-

Ghost: What’s going on now?

Roach: -look me in the eyes, put their hands on my face, and very passionately-

Gaz: Kiss you?

Roach: -twist as hard as they can and put me out of my fucking misery!

Price: Roach no

Roach: Roach yes

———

Laswell: John, aren’t you supposed to be on a Zoom call right now?

Price: I got kicked off already.

Laswell: Why! What did you do?!

Price: Well she said, “DoN’t GeT sMaRt WiTh Me!” and I said, “Then what are we paying you for?” and she did not like that!

Laswell: John that’s rude.

Price: …But I’m right on this.

———

Roach: Remember when you guys told me to go to the pharmacy?

Sherlock: *looks at Gaz before looking at Roach* Yess

Roach: Mmm they’re out of my ADHD medication for five days.

Sherlock: Oh my god-

Roach: It’s gonna be a fun week!

Gaz, already leaving the room: I’m going to my mother’s-

Sherlock, pissed that she would have to watch Roach by herself: What happened to “in sickness and in health”, motherfucker!?

———

Sherlock: I’m sorry guys… there’s nothing else we can do. Graves is dying, we’re gonna have to pull the plug.

Gen. Herschel Shepherd: Oh my god… Oh my god…

Soap: Can I do it?

Gen. Herschel Shepherd: What?

Soap: Can I pull the plug?

Gaz: Hey no! I wanna pull the plug!

Ghost: No fuck you! I get to do it!

Soap: This is bullshit! I wanna do it!

Price: NO! I-I’m the oldest, I should be the one to do it!

Ghost: I’ll thumb wrestle you for it.

Price: Fine, let’s go BITCHHH

Price & Ghost, hands together for thumb wrestling: 1, 2, 3, 4, I declare a thumb war!

Gen. Herschel Shepherd: Are you two serious?!

Price: YOU DON’T EVEN HAVE A CHANCE

Ghost: OH, YOU’RE GOING DOWN

Price: NOOO, NO, NO, NOO

Ghost: OHHHHHHHHHH

*Ghost wins*

Ghost: Yess

Price: NO

Ghost: yEsSSSSS

Price: DAMN IT

Ghost: Alright, where’s that plug?!

Soap: Where’s that plug?

Ghost: Where’s that mother fucking plug?!

Sherlock: Do you have ANY respecT?!

Ghost: No, I have 0 respect!

Soap: We have 0.

Price: We have 0 respect.

Gaz: I have nothing!

Gen. Herschel Shepherd: I can’t even believe this!

Sherlock: Yeah, me too. Alright let’s get this show on the road! I got some leftover lasagna at home, and it’s got my name on it!

———

Ghost: Good morning, everyone. God has let me live another day. And I’m about to make it EVERYONE’S problem.

Soap: Good morning to you too.

Price: 🤦‍♂️ I give up.

———

Alex: What do we do when we’re feeling sad?

Farah: Watch a murder documentary and plan out how to do it without getting caught?

Hadir’s soul in Hell: *scared shitless despite already being dead*

Alex: Jesus fuck, NO!

———

Soap: You guys won’t believe what just happened!

Ghost: What happened?

Soap: Some guy from Shadow Company wouldn’t leave Sherlock alone-

Nikolai, maternal uncle instincts kicking in: Excuse me!

Soap: -but she took care of it!

Price, to Sherlock: How’d you take care of it?

Sherlock: Simple. *clears throat* 🎶Row row row your boat, The fuck away from me, Felony felony just tried to test me, And I’m a cause a scene🎶

Nikolai, laughing: That’s my girl!

[whammyy]

➜ ‘ fuck you.

$ in which austin (your next door neighbor) is going through his hoe phase & disturbing your peace so you decide to do something about it.

austin x black!femreader the thumping of your next door neighbors room was so fucking annoying. you get it, he just got out of a relationship. he’s hurt. but did he have to go stick his dick in something every other night? it’s hard as fuck for you to concentrate with the sound of wailing sluts crying for austin to go deeper.

10:34 thump, thump, thump. all you fucking heard. does he not realize a bitch gotta work? you got out of bed & put your slippers & robe on. fixing the way your bonnet was sliding off your head. you walked out to the hallway & knocked hardly on the apartment door.

it took at least 5 minutes for him to answer the door & when he did he was shirtless with his v-line hanging out of his navy blue shorts. and also sweating like a damn pig.

“what can i do for you ‘princess?” He asked, eyes burning a hole in your body. “you can’t keep it down dude? your loud as fuck and to be honest ion wanna hear that shit.” He laughed at your response. such a cunt. “yea, ill keep it down baby.” he said, the response making your cheeks flush especially with his deep tone. he closed the door and you walked angrily back to your apartment.

he did in fact stick to his word & kept it down so you let it go. a week later he was at it again. you couldn’t take it anymore, so fucking annoying. if the apartment wasn’t such good rent and close to your campus you would’ve been moved out, but you didn’t.

did he never get tired? his dick in all these i know have to be loose ass girls. and why did he use this as his resort for stress? it couldn’t be working out, reading, anything else? it had to be sex for what.

weeks & weeks go by and he’s still going. you couldn’t get good sleep because the noises were so bothering. and your grades were starting to turn into c’s from the lack of sleep. your pretty face was starting to look tired out from the lack of sleep & oh hell no? on yo soul that wasn’t gone end well for him.

you stormed out the house & beat on his door. when he didn’t answer it you beat on it for a second time, a third time was gonna come but he swung the door open his figure hovering over you with a scowl. “what?”

batting your eyelashes at him you spoke with annoyance. “I’m sick of you and your noises! i asked you could you keep it down & you can’t and if you don’t i’m gone tell the office. ion wanna hear that shit i tell you.”

resting his beautiful body in the doorframe he didn’t see to be one bit bothered by your words. “your real pretty to be such a whiny bitch. if you wanted to get ruined all you had to do is say that.” your pussy clenched & was starting to drench your panties at the words. “who do you think you are fucking manwhore?” he smiled and got closer to you. “I can be anybody you want me to be baby, I don’t appreciate the name though we can work on that..” you were so disgusted but obsessed with him. “i fucking hate you.”

he kept his word & was quiet. you were happy. & looking pretty again with no eye bags and with maintained A’s. but you couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to try him?

you found yourself at his door again knocking on it. he opened the door with a lollipop hanging out his mouth. “what ya’ need? I been quiet little miss complainer.” you rolled your eyes at his words. “i just wanted to tell you to stop- don’t call me that fucking manwhore.”

he gripped your face and stepped out his door. “you a fragile little girl. m’ gone suggest you watch your mouth baby.” you scoffed. “what ya’ gone do if i don’t?”

you were quick to be put in a face down ass up position on his bed. his thick dick stretching you out badly. “your so damn tight baby? if i knew i had this next door i wouldn’t have to worry about fucking other girls.” you clenched down on him tighter after hearing that. making him groan.

he started picking up his thrusts, fast. real fast. he was so goddamn deep in this position it hurted. “I can’t take it.” you whined. he laughed as he kept pounding into you from behind ignoring what you just said, so you put your hand back there. he quickly slapped it away and put both of your hands above your head.

“where’s all that mouth at now baby?” you couldn’t even say nothing right now back to him. you were feeling so good. “you still hate me baby?” the way you deep in my guts right now? “boy—fuckk. i love you.” he laughed. you started throwing yourself back faster as you felt yourself getting close.

“I think—oh my god, i think im finna cum!” he held your hips tight with one hand, other hand gripping the ass fat on your body. “cum baby.” and you did. shaking real hard as you came he kept going because he hasn’t came yet.

“pussy so tight, gotta keep this around baby. you on the pill mama?” you nodded eyes rolling to the back of your head as he still kept going. “good baby, cause m’ bout to feel this pretty cunt up.” he picked his thrusts up fast, holding onto your neck as he kept thrusting. thrusts getting sloppy & dick twitching, he came. inside of you. and he did feel you up.

he pulled out and watched as the seed was dripping out of you. “look so pretty baby, and by the way. i love these dermals in your back. look real good on you baby.” smh. “fuck you.”

[tthoughtdaughter]

Ellie massages your back.

summary: Ellie gets a call from you at like the middle of the night. You ask for a massage because you were drunk and high. You weren’t actually sore anywhere it was just a lame excuse to hangout with her.

warnings: none just fluff!

a/n: my bad for leaving for like a month I’m lazy and sick as always!! I’m a prof bed rotter xx

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You and ellie were always there for each other, answering calls at random times incase of anything important, being there for each others breakups (mostly yours because Ellie never felt like getting with anyone), and most importantly just simply existing for each other.

12:04am is what read on Ellies clock. The gentle buzzing of her phone had woken her up, it’s not like she was in a deep sleep anyways. She rubs her eyes softly, reading your contact on her phone. She picked up the call just to hear you groaning on the other side. Her tiredness quickly turned to confusion and concern.

“Els, my back really hurts can you come over and massage it for meee??” You snorted, still whimpering with pain because god it hurt like a bitch.

“What? Honey, no, Get some sleep, you’re high and drunk as fuck, go drink some water while you’re at it.” Her concern faded when she could hear you giggling.

“Ellie, I’m begging youuuUu!! Please..” you started sniffling and that’s when Ellie had it, she hung up the call ready to drive her tired ass over to yours, to simply shut you up. No matter how much you could annoy her with your late night drunk calls, she always cared for you.

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You were just about ready to down another shot when you hear a swift knock at your door. You stumble over what seems like a huge pile of fuck all, slowly making your way over to the door. You open it quickly to be greeted with soft grin.

“You came.” You smiled warmly, ready to jump into her arms so she could carry you to her bed, instead almost slipping from your balance.

“Fucking hell, c’mere.” She sighed softly, waiting for you to leap into her arms. She picked you up bridal style, eliciting a soft gasp from the back of your throat, not expecting her to be that strong to be able to carry you. To her, you were as light as a feather.

“my back doesn’t actually hurt I just want to hangout with youu.” You had whispered in her ear, she could smell the bitterness of the alcohol from your mouth. The sudden comment made her blush? No, surely not.

“Go brush your teeth and I’ll tuck you into bed.” She dropped you at the bathroom door softly, so you wouldn’t complain to her that you had dropped her like a brick on someone’s foot.

“But I don’t wanna go to beeddddd!!!” You whined, rolling your eyes at her before lazily brushing your teeth.

She picked you up again, you’re as light as a goddamn feather. She pulled the soft pink covers over you, tucking you in just how you liked it, because she knew you. She planted a soft kiss on your temple before laying down beside you to play with your hair, massaging your scalp before you drifted off.

“I love you.” She whispered.

[gaysindistress]

Van Helsing Retold - three

pairings: vamp hunter!reader x vamp!bucky

Summary: Under the cover of night, vampires and their hunters have been at war for centuries, never letting their bloodshed reach the light of day. That is until the wife of a powerful vampire leader, Steve Rogers is murdered and he demands revenge. Y/N Van Helsing is the target of his crusade and she comes face to face with his right hand man, Bucky Barnes.

Warnings: cursing

Word count: 2.5k

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The smell that hasn’t left my mind for the last three, no four, I don’t know how many days but that’s besides the point. That smell has wrapped its imaginary arms around me and is holding me tight against its strong chest as I wake up. Sam’s voice is floating around me but the heartbeat in the chest I'm leaning against is louder, pounding in time with my own. Another voice, one that’s vaguely familiar and pulls at a thread somewhere inside of me, says something to Sam.

I feel something shift and I squint my eyes in an attempt to see my surroundings. We’re in a car now and Sam is driving. There must be someone else with us if he’s driving and I’m being cradled like a child.

Wait.

Fuck.

The vampire from the warehouse.

The vampire from the warehouse that’s been haunting my every waking and sleeping moment.

He was the one who barged in on our meeting with Helumt. He was the reason I felt an anger so violent and hostile that it threatened to make me sick. He was the reason Sam and I got out of there safely while I was a limp noodle in Sam’s arms.

Scratch that; a limp noodle in his arms. He’s the one who carried me out and is holding me tight as if i'll turn into ash if he lets me go.

“Van Helsing?” Sam’s voice calls to me and I blink at him through the rearview mirror, “Oh good you’re awake!”

“Thank you for the insightful observation, Wilson,”I shoot back and I feel a small rumble of laughter against my back. I want to look and confirm what I know to be true but I don’t want to admit it. I don’t want to admit that this vampire has saved my ass at least twice now. I don’t want to admit that I’m comfortable and I feel safe nestled in his arms. I don’t want to admit that I haven’t stopped thinking about him or that I’ve seen him in my dreams. I don’t want to admit that there’s a part of me that awoke that day and it aches when he’s not around.

“Wanna explain what happened?” Sam asks, throwing an accusing look at me

“Well if I had to guess, I’d say I fainted because I’m fresh out of the infirmary and I have a mild head wound that’s still healing. Oh and don’t forget the venom that’s eating away at my hand. I’d say I’m not exactly in fighting shape and my brain knocked me out so I wouldn’t hurt myself anymore.”

The vampire recoils a bit at the mention of my head wound and loosens his grip. Whatever anger of his that is left in me causes me to push off of him and face him.

“And you need to explain why you were at the club and the warehouse.”

His pale eyes widen at the anger directed at him but nonetheless he explains, “I was sent to find Peggy after she didn’t show up for an appointment and Sam asked me to come to the meeting with Helmut.”

It’s my turn to be wide eyed as I snap my eyes to Sam in the rearview mirror, “Sam did what now?”

“I said I had a lead,” he mumbles, not meeting my gaze.

“You didn’t tell me your lead was the fucking right hand to the leader of the Captain’s Guard!”

“If you know how I am then why did you ask me why I was at the warehouse?” The vampire asks, annoyed like I’m the problem.

“You,” I point my venomous finger at him, “don’t get to talk until I say so. As for Sam, you need to explain right the fuck now how and why you’re in bed with the Captain’s Guard.”

“I’m not in bed with them, Jesus,” he scoffs, “he called ME as a matter of fact and i knew that if we were going to make it out of that nightclub alive, we would need backup.”

I narrow my eyes at the vampire and he raises his eyebrows at me as if to remind me that he’s not allowed to speak until I say. I roll my eyes and tell him to start talking.

“As much as I hate all of you hunters, I hate your Guild Master even more. Killing Peggy was a shit call on his part and he’s going to let you and anyone else who tries to help you, take the fall. I told Sam that I would help him find the anti venom for your hand if he helped me frame Walker for Peggy’s death.”

I stay quiet for a moment as I try to process what he’s said, “that doesn’t explain why you’re doing this. I’m a Van Helsing, you should hate me more than any other hunter.”

He studies me, his eyes looking me up and down before he speaks, “I made a promise to your mother and she scares me more than you do.”

“My mother?”

Sam clears his throat and I shoot him daggers with my eyes.

Confusions hits me.

“She died when I was a baby. Peggy killed her.”

“That might be what she told everyone but it’s not true. I took your mother to a safe house to heal and she made me promise that I would never hurt you or let any hurt befall you.”

“You’re lying.”

“Trust me, I fucking wish I was.”

“Sam?” I look at my fellow hunter, “Is he telling the truth?”

The Falcon as he liked to call himself, refused to meet my gaze once again. He’d been maybe 17-18 when I showed up at the Guild as a small and crying baby. In true Van Helsing fashion, I had been wrapped in a black blanket with one of my family’s stakes tucked next to me and placed in a wicker basket on the doorstep of the previous Guild Master’s house. Tony had only been in his early 20s, the youngest Master to take over but he, Sam, and Happy raised me like I was their own. Now that Tony was dead and Happy hadn’t been seen in years, Sam would be the only person who knew what happened to my parents. I’d thought the story he’d told me, the one that Peggy had thrown at me, was the truth but from the way his eyes stay trained on the road, I realize it was a lie.

“Sam,” I try as my voice trembles, “is he telling the truth?”

The vampire’s hand gently grips my chin and pulls my face so that I’m looking at him.

“He’s not to blame. She made us all promise to keep you safe even if that meant lying to you.”

I slap his hand away, “Don’t touch me. I don’t give a single fuck what my mother said or what she made you promise. I don’t even know you so how can I even trust anything you have to say? As for Sam, he’s just as bad as you are and the moment we get to the Guild….”

He grips my chin again and forces me to stare into his eyes as he persuades me, “You will not speak of this to anyone and until I say so, you will stay silent and not move.”

My mouth and body comply without my permission.

Without control over my body, I zone out. Disassociate is a better word for the way I can’t remember the drive, getting out of the car, or how I’ve come to be sat on an emerald green tufted couch. Sam and the vampire are conversing in low voices but it doesn’t matter. I can’t hear them. My brain has effectively shut out everything but the sounds of rain hitting the window behind me and the fire that crackles out to my right. My eyes are trained on an open book that sits on a coffee table in front of me. I can’t read the words from this distance but I can at least appreciate that the owner of this house likes to read.

I feel a hand gently grip my chin and I find myself looking into those pale eyes as he grants me freedom of my body. Sam is tense, ready to grab me if I attack but I don’t. I stay in my corner of the couch and pull my legs up, not caring if my boots ruin the upholstery. I drop my forehead to rest on my knees and I would’ve assumed that anyone else would’ve walked away but the vampire doesn’t. He, instead, sits on the coffee table and leans forward so his forearms rest on his thighs.

“I’m sorry I persuaded you,” he offers the olive branch of pleasantness in a small voice, “I couldn’t let you get yourself hurt.”

“Or worse,” is unspoken but I can feel it in the weight of his gaze that’s fixed on top of my head.

“I still can't understand why you care what happens to me,” I say barely above a whisper but I know he hears me.

“I already told you.”

“And I don’t believe you.”

“You don’t have to nor do I expect you to,” there’s an odd heaviness in his words that I also feel in my throat. Rejection and frustration sit on my chest, constricting my breathing but it’s not mine.

“Good to know we’re on the same page.”

“Y/N,” Sam chides me from behind the vampire, “he’s not the enemy here. He can help get rid of Walker like you’ve been wanting.”

“I didn’t mean kill him!” I shout at him, “sure he’s annoying and pushy and the worst hunter I’ve ever seen but that doesn’t mean that he needs to die.”

Sam gives me a blank stare, “how many times has he sent you to do some crazy shit where you’ve almost gotten killed?”

I don’t answer. He’s not wrong; Walker has sent me on several suicide missions, Peggy being the most recent but most certainly not the last. Once again I can feel someone else’s emotions rise in me, squeezing the life out of my internal organs as they try to crawl out. Stealing a glance at the vampire, I see that his face is contorted with anger but he’s trying and failing to hide it.

I swear to all things holy if this is somehow his doing.

“It’s not for certain that Steve will kill him,” Sam adds.

The vampire before me shoots me a concerned look before looking over his shoulder at Sam, “I hope you’re joking.”

“I didn’t say he wouldn’t make him wish he was dead, just that he might not kill him.”

The vampire turns to me again, “it’s up to you, Y/N.”

I furrow my brows at him, confused about how he knows my name.

“That’s the least of your concerns,” he shoots back as if I’d said it out loud. I didn’t think I had but I shake it off.

“Give me the anti venom first and then I’ll decide.”

“That’s not how negotiations work.”

“Do I look like I give a fuck? Anti venom and then I’ll decide if I’m going to sell my soul to the devil.”

He rolls my eyes at the dramatics of my statement, “it’s not that easy.”

“It really is.”

“No it’s not,” he says sternly and I want to fire back more but he continues, “Helmut was right. Whatever anti venom we find won’t work on you. What you need is damn near impossible to get unless you’re willing.”

“And what do I need to be willing to do?”

Sam tenses and shoots nervous glances between us. I narrow my eyes at him and then look back to the vampire, repeating my question.

“Drinking the blood of the vampire that infected a moral can reverse the turning process only if they’re in the midst of it.”

“Peggy’s dead, how does that help me?”

The vampire doesn’t seem to even register that I asked a question, “Do you know what mates are?”

I blink at him, “excuse me?”

“Do you…”

“Yes I know what they are, why?” I snap and interrupt him.

Annoyance flashes in his blue eyes, “the mating bond doesn’t awaken until a mortal has completed the process. There have been a few cases where it can happen during. If that happens, the blood of the vampire mate can reverse it but it severs the bond completely and can kill the vampire. It’s like taking out our hearts and expecting our blood to keep pumping.”

“Well you don’t have a beating heart so…”

“You get the point,” he snaps back.

“What does this have to do with me?” I ask while looking between him and Sam. The latter is already looking at me with a mixture of sadness and… hope in his dark eyes. Whatever hope he’s placed in this vampire is sorely mistaken and he’d be better to place it in our Guild Master John Walker.

The vampire’s watching me, studying me for any indication of what I’m thinking or feeling. It makes me uneasy to have his full attention on me but I can’t show it. Instead I drop my feet back to the ground and cross my arms over my chest as I repeat my question, “I’m not a vampire nor am I in the turning process so what do mating bonds have to do with me?”

“You are in the process. Stopped, frozen, or slow, you’re still turning and since you killed the one who infected you, the mating bond is the only way to save you.”

I laugh.

I laugh so loud and so hard that both men flinch. I laugh so long that my chest hurts and my lungs burn. Tears prick my eyes and my entire body aches from how long I laugh. When my laughter finally stops and I’m clutching my sides, I look between the two men. Neither mirror my amusement and it’s only slightly concerning.

“What?”

Sam shakes his head, “this is serious, Y/N.”

“I’m well aware that this is serious but you can’t seriously believe that I would fall for any of the bullshit he’s spewing.”

The vampire flinches slightly, “I’m telling the truth. What reason do I have to lie?”

“Oh just about a million,” I scoff before standing up, “my head is starting to hurt again, is there somewhere I can lay down?”

The vampire doesn’t respond but Sam stands too and leads me out of the room. Hurt beings to deep into my chest and it twists around inside me, causing a deep ache to start throbbing.

“He’s trying to help you,” Sam says softly with an edge of disappointment.

“But why? Sam, he’s Bucky Barnes, the right hand of the Captain’s Guard. He has no reason other than his own selfish ones to help us and I can’t trust just that.”

“Then trust that your mom and I trust him.”

I stop dead in my tracks, “as far as I’m concerned she died that night and your word has come to mean nothing to me.”

[imthetunnelunderoceanblvd]

innocence loss

【Quaritch/Reader】

warnings: mini bad plot, breeding kink, physical abuse, choking, oral sex, unprotected sex, slut shaming, rape/non-con., sub!reader, dom!quaritch, vaginal sex, virgin reader, clit fucking?, smut, degration, begging, crying. that’s all i guess.

reminder: don’t like don’t read.

in which: quaritch wants to rob your innocence

a/n: first time posting smut lol.

i do not own any of the pictures i used in this fic, i found them on pinterest. they belong to whoever made/posted them

walking through the forest was an injured quaritch, his face was bloody, he had cuts all over his body, his ikran was tired of flying for days, quaritch had no idea that there was a pair of yellow eyes staring at him until he heard a yell and an exruciating pain on the back of his neck and his vision turned black.

“oh! you’re awake, you’ve been sleeping for days,” he heard a soft voice next to him, he turned his head and saw you, your adorable doe eyes looking down at him, he took in your soft face features, memorizing them, burying them deep deep down in his memories. “who are you,” he said but it came out as a growl “i’m y/n, i actually hit you on the head with a rock i was going to take you to the clan so they can kill you but then i decided against it because you were injured,” you spoke fastly and he chuckled “what’s your name?” he closed his eyes and sighed and snorted “miles, miles quaritch.”

from that day on you started visiting him everyday, it took you a while to pronounce his name right, you grew a lovely friendship, which brings you to these events, you walking around the forest with quaritch.

“do you have any kids?” you asked him and looked at his side profile “yes. yes, i do, why?” he hummed and you shook your head “nothin’ just wondering, do you have a mate?” you narrowed your eyes at him which earned you a chuckle from him he shook his head “no,” he mumbled under his breath, and kept walking trying to ignore you.

you yet asked another question which, clearly, annoyed him “why are you asking so many questions?” he sighed and you hummed biting your lower lip “i don’t know? i mean you’re different, and i wanna know about you? i guess? i don’t know,” you said in all honesty “well, there’s nothin’ you gotta know ‘bout me, except that i’m an ol’ man,” you gasped “that’s insane, you don’t look old, anyways as i was saying.” you said and continued your conversation about how bad you’d love to find your mate on day, sick, twisted, and a dark idea washed over quaritch “what if we mate right here, right now,” he asked and you giggled thinking that he’s joking but your giggling quickly stopped when you saw that his face was turned in your direction.

“what?” you asked smiling “you’re very pretty you know,” he replied. you didn’t know what he meant by that. quaritch began to walk towards you. starting to sense something was wrong, you slowly backed away with each step he took. until your back was pressed against the tree.

with every second passing, quaritch found it harder and harder to hold back. everything about you was so innocent. he was burning with lust, and he wanted you to burn with him. his dick was rock hard, straining against his cammies, his body ready to take you right then and there.

“what are you doi-”

not wasting another second, quaritch shovined you against the tree. you tried to tell him to stop, but was your voice was quickly muffled by his lips latching into yours like a leech, he kissed you roughly, his hands touching every inch on your body, nose bumping into your cheek, his spit mixing with yours. your hands shot to his chest trying to push him off of you, but he was quick to grabbing both your wrists and pinning them above your head. you squirmed under him, and he smiled against your lips, his canines biting down on your lip. your face started turning pruple as your air ways were cut and you couldn’t breathe. the strong scent of sweat on him only made everything worse. after a few minutes of turture, he finally pulled his face away from yours, and you took this opportunity to gasp in air. before you could say anything, quaritch hushed you with his finger on your lip.

“hey, just breathe,” he cooed, his hand on your cheek rubbing softly, trying to calm you down and brushed a piece of hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear and smirked. “don’ worry, you’re in good hands, sweetheart. i’m gon’ make ya feel real nice and good, gonna take care of ya,”

you tried pushing him again, but ceased all actions when he shoved his knee between your legs. “stop it, please, don’t touch me! please stop!” you screamed. “no ones goin’ anywhere,” he had a stern look on his face. you gasped when he suddenly grabbed you by the arm and threw you onto the ground.

he quickly climbed on top of you, pinning you down. you continued to struggle, but all your no, please, and stops sounded more like a challenge to him than pleas. he ground into you and you felt something hard press against your crotch. he groaned, feeling the friction between his hard cock and the rough material of his cammies as he rubbed his erection against you. unable to bear the pain in his crotch anymore, he unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his cammies in a rush, not even bothering to take them off, pinned both your arms against the ground with a single hand, the other moving your loincloth to the side revealing your folds, the same hand moved over to your chest ripping your top off.

“no, please. please stop, i don’t wanna do this,” you sobbed, unknowing that your pathetic attempt to plead mercy only turned him on even more. he parted your lips using his index and ring fingers and pressed his middle to your opening, he hummed at the tightness, he was right. you were a virgin, just like he had thought. he pressed his bare cock against your pussy and it throbbed at your words, ready to change all that. he looked at you, with wide eyes, at the feeling of your wet cunt. tears ran down your face covering your cheeks making them wet while he rubbed himself up and down your folds, coating his cock in your juices.

“i don’t think your body wants me to stop, does it?” he hummed. You looked away in shame. he lowered his head until he was right next to your ear. his shaved sides tickling your cheeks, his piercing yellow eyes flashing with hunger. “look how fucking wet you are for me, and i’ve barely done anything.” he made a tsk sound. “looks like you’re nothin’ but a dirty slut, ain’t that right sweetheart?” he chuckled

“no,” you choked out. you couldn’t believe it. you were about to get raped right in your own home, the same ground you walked on when you were a child, by a man who’se life you saved.

he rubbed against your folds one more time, the tip of his dick hitting your clit, making you arch your back, before sliding the tip in your entrance. he grunted at the tightness of your cunt, yet your insides seemed to suck him in.

he agonizingly forced himself inside and groaned when he finally bottomed out, feeling how your velvety walls pulsed around his throbbing cock. you began to cry from how bad the stretching burned. despite your wetness, his length and girth made it painful, and on top of all that, he didn’t wait a second for you to adjust, immediately pounding into you.

“please, stop,” you whispered. but it had already been done. he had taken your virginity, robbed you of your innocence. no one would ever want you now, if they knew of all the dirty things quaritch had done to you.

he felt as if all the stamina he’d built all these years had been undone as soon as he felt how tight your cunt was.

“you feel that, princess?” he moaned into your ear pressing on the bulge in your stomach “do you feel how good i’m makin’ you feel? yeah that’s right. that cunt of yours belongs to me now. ain’t no na’vi gon’ make ya feel that way,” you continued to struggle, you kept pushing him in a deseprate attempt to get him off of you. “fuck! yeah do that again.. do just that,” he said as you accidentally tightened your walls around him he groaned again, and you felt his cock twitch. “i’m close, dolly. yeah, jus keep squeezin’ me. just like that. fuckkkk, yeah,” he groaned and your eyes widened when you realized what he said.

“no, please, please don’t do it inside, please no” you whispered, tears streaming down your cheeks. “i can’t, please, miles, i can’t get pregnant, please, don’t,” you whisper-begged.

“what if i want to impregnate you? huh? fill you up with my seed, the way your body would change because of me? be my kids mother?” he teasingly asked, smirking.

“no, please,” you begged. you looked at him with wide eyes, praying to eywa that he would have mercy. “please, please, please...”

he sighed, your begging started to annoy him. if he really wanted to finish inside of you, then he will, and you were going to take it, cause there’s nothing you could do about it. he suddenly pulled out of you with a wet pop. he got up and stood on the ground. “on your knees,” you obeyed like a good puppy, thanking eywa that he’d decided not to cum inside you. “open your mouth,” he ordered and you opened your mouth.

he shoved his entire length down your throat in a single thrust, making you gag and choke. he thrusted into your mouth a couple more times before he shoved his cock down one last time, groaning loudly. ropes of thick, hot cum shot down your throat, forcing you to gag “swallow. don’t waste a single fuckin’ drop,” he said as his dick stayed rock hard inside your mouth

you tried to be good and swallow, but it was too much. his cum tasted salty and disgustingly warm, and before you caught yourself, you spat out a mouthful. the substance dripped onto your tits and belly. you quickly covered your mouth, horrified. slowly, you turned to look up at him, but before your eyes could meet his you were being pulled closer to him until you were just inches from him.

“what did i just say? huh?” he barked in your face. “can’t even follow simple instructions. such a disgusting stupid slut.”

“i’m sorry - i - i didn’t mean to. i swear,” you whimpered. he pushed you back onto the ground and you landed on your back with a thud, the rough ground underneath you hurting your sensetive queue

“in that case,” he said stroking his dick “if you have trouble keeping my cum down in your throat,” he looked at you “i’ll just fuck it into your pussy,” he smiled a very sick smile

“no please don-”

before you could finish, he forced himself inside you again. you screamed, your cunt now extremely sensitive, not fully recovered from last time.

your eyes widened as his hands gripped your neck, his hand went down to your belly scooping the sticky liquid with his fingers “open your mouth,” he said and you, once again, obeyed, he shoved his fingers inside your mouth and hummed as your tongue licked up the substance.

his hand snaked between your legs and began toying with your clit, you gasped as he rolled the bundle of nevres between his fingers, pinching it, and rubbing tight circles with his thum on it. no one had ever touched you like this. mot even yourself. when he noticed the way your body reacted, he accelerated his motions, pounding his cock into you harder and faster, the tip of his dick kissing at your cervix making your back arch. you desperately tried to hold back all the noises, but still he forced a moan out of you. his chest swelled with pride. it really stroked his ego to know that even an alien - a pretty one - he forced to have sex with him couldn’t help but be pleasured by him. although by this point, could you even deny that some deep, twisted part of you liked this? liked being pinned down, forced to take him as he did whatever he wanted to you, as he treated you like a toy? you were desperatley waiting for him to touch you everywhere.

you moaned again when his tip hit that oh so sweet spot inside you, a pained whimper followed after as he kept abusing that spot.

“look at you, moaning like a slut all for me, hard to believe that just moments ago you were beggin’ me to leave you, alone,” he tsked. you let out a half moan, half sob. the palm of his hand landed directly on your face “quiet, slut.” he hissed. you shook your head, crying silently. “how would your future mate react if he knew what you were doing right now? his lovely, well bhaved mate moaning like a slut all because of a sky demon?”

he repositioned himself, now thrusting at a different angle, rapidly hitting that spot inside you that made you feel something you’ve never felt before. he enjoyed watching your face twist in confusion and pleasure “what if your parents heard you and came all the way here? huh? theyre gonna find their sweet, innocent little girl all spread eagle on the ground, taking my cock like a good little whore,” you sobbed in fear of that scenario. he nibbled at your ear, making you squeal. he slapped you again. “shut the fuck up, slut.”

his eyes landed on your tits and he let out a loud groan at the sight of your boobs bouncing slightly with every thrust he made. He grabbed at them, kneading them roughly in his large hands. you clenched around him even tighter in discomfort, but that only made it more pleasurable for him. he reached down again, rubbing at your clit and increased his pace. you gritted your teeth, trying to hold back this strange, unfamiliar feeling, but he stubbornly kept going. you climaxed with a loud moan, your entire body shaking as surges of pleasure and guilt rocked through you. quaritch’s face came closer to your boobs, he sucked hard on your nipple while pinching your other nipple, you slapped your hands against your mouth muffling your cries. you suddenly tightened your walls around him, legs wrapped around his torso as his pelvis slapped over your very oversensitive clit with every thrust.

he groaned “fuck yeah, keep squeezing me like that and you’re goin’ to make me cum. i’ll shoot it nice and deep inside you, and you’re going to take it all this time, right doll?”

you nodded, not even fully listening to what you just agreed to. you didn’t even care anymore, too with the pleasure that coated your brain, even if you told him not to, he’d just do it. thrusting as deep as he possibly could, he stilled, his eyes shut and mouth wide open as he threw his head back and released “fuck,” he groaned, his breath hitching, you could literally feel his cock pump load after load of hot cum, right against your cervix, he threw his head back as he sank in the euphoric ocean his climax provided.

part of you didn’t want to believe that someone like quaritch would do something so violating. but part of you was also happy, you’ve always dremt about having kids of your own. you closed your eyes as you felt his hand reach for your queue, conecting your queue with him. the very thrill of cumming inside you was enough to prolong his orgasm, his cock throbbing and releasing again and again.

it felt so satisfying to ruin you, to force you to orgasm for the first time. it was a horrible, guilty memory that would forever haunt you, reminding you of who was really your first whenever you had any intimate moment with someone you truly loved.

when he was finally done, he pulled halfway out, and you felt his cum began to leak down your ass. but he was quick to push it all back in, thrusting hard a couple more times, as if to fuck his seed as deep into you as possible. when he was satisfied, he tucked himself back into his pants, and walked away from you, leaving you laying lifeless on the ground as you’re drained of your pure soul.

you were being consumed alive, the scene keeps replaying in your mind, his odor ligering all over your body.

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Escapism.

The sound of a gun going off is what wakes Soarynn up in the morning. It used to terrify her, lead her to wonder who was on the receiving end of that bullet. Now she simply rolls onto the other side of the bed, praying for a few more minutes of sleep.

She never gets it though. There’s work to be done.

A knock at her door leads Soarynn to let out an annoyed groan, “I’m sick, don’t come in!” She calls out, hoping to keep him at bay. The door creaks open, “Are you contagious?” The question brings a small smile to Soarynn’s lips which sometimes annoys her, but he can be plenty annoying when he wants to be.

“I might be,” she mumbles into her pillow, feeling the bed dip beside her. She feels his large hand slip under her nightgown. He doesn’t grab her or fondle her, he simple presses his palm onto the warm skin of her back, “Today’s the day.”

Soarynn cracks one eye open at the statement, “I’m surprised you’re letting me go through with it.” Coriolanus lets out a dry laugh, “I don’t want you to go through with it,” he admits, “want to keep you here all to myself.” Soarynn sighs and pushes herself up until she’s somewhat sitting up, almost at eye level with the tall blonde.

“You wanna keep me in your pocket,” she tells him, her soft hand coming up to cup the side of his clean shaven face. Coriolanus leans into her hand, something he’d never do in front of his men. He’s only like this with her, gentle.

“I do,” he quietly agrees, “I’m afraid you’ll find me to be a quite selfish man at times.” A teasing grin curls across her lips, “You selfish? I would’ve never thought.” Coriolanus rolls his eyes, “I worry about you. I have to worry about a thousand things a day and yet I find myself worrying about you the most.”

Soarynn thinks it’s sweet. For the most part. There’s something rather ironic about a dark and brooding man who’s the leader of a gang worrying about some random girl he met one night and then proceeded to fuck. But Coriolanus Snow just seems to be full of surprises.

A loud knock on the door pulls them from their tender moment, “If you two are done fucking then can we please get this show on the road?” Festus calls from outside, sounding almost bored of their antics at this point. Soarynn shoots Coriolanus a teasing look, “Oh, I don’t know, my jaw is practically locked around his thick, long, co—“

Coriolanus slaps his hand across her mouth before she can finish her vulgar sentence, “We’ll be out in a minute,” Coriolanus says while glaring at Soarynn as she giggles. It’s funny how he can say the nastiest things in bed and yet he hates when those things are said in daily conversation.

“Get dressed, and wash your mouth with soap while you’re at it,” he says, pulling his hand away before she can bite it. Soarynn bats her eyes up at him, “You mean you don’t want my lips around you?”

He shakes his head and chuckles before turning to leave the room, “You’re a handful alright.”

Soarynn smiles, it’s a good thing he has two hands.

꧁ ꧂

It’s strange to get dressed in the back of a warehouse. Soarynn finds it somewhat humorous that this is where her life has led to. All because of a breakup. Talk about a revenge era.

When she first laid eyes on Coriolanus again she was terrified. He’d said he wasn’t in a gang but it certainly looked like he was in one, especially with his men dragging her off the street for him to play with.

That’s when the truth came out.

Coriolanus Snow was for the most part, an evil man. He was part of a gang, the leader to be more specific. Soarynn didn’t even know the Capitol actually had gangs, she figured that things like that only existed in the Districts far below them. But Coriolanus led quite possibly the most powerful and notorious gang in all of Panem.

Of course he did.

He’d tried his best to answer her pestering questions such as: “Why the fuck am I here? Who are you really? Who were those men? Why are you in a warehouse? Why did you have a gun on you the night we met?”

She knew he probably didn’t want to answer a single question but Soarynn hadn’t quite cared in the moment. Not when she still feared for her life. So, he told her everything. The night they met he was supposed to meet up with a friend of his, a dangerous friend. He’d brought his gun just as a precaution, in case things got messy which Soarynn has learned, they always do. Then he saw her.

He saw her dancing, smiling, having the time of her life and suddenly nothing else mattered to him. He blew off his friend, the meeting, everything to take her home. He just never thought she’d show up in his warehouse a month later.

Over the past month Soarynn had been learning the exact type of man Coriolanus really was. He could be cruel, rude, rigid and unforgiving. Until it came to her. It was somewhat amazing how quickly his entire demeanor changed the second he saw her. He could go from barking out orders and shooting someone in the face to speaking to her in the softest tone and cradling her small face in his large hands.

Festus loved to tease him, say that Coriolanus was head over heels and Soarynn had to agree.

It has had been a bit difficult trying to navigate her new normal now that she was somewhat involved with Coriolanus and his gang. They called themselves “The Thorns” because Coriolanus apparently grew roses on the roof of his penthouse. Soarynn had rolled her eyes when hearing their name but she simply let it slide. Coriolanus had been adamant in reassuring her that none of his men would ever touch her again, they wouldn’t even look at her if that’s what she wanted.

Soarynn didn’t mind though. She found most of them to be rather pleasant when they weren’t berating her in the alleyway. She had however sharply questioned him about his men taking girls like her off the streets for their boss. For him.

She remembered clear as day how much it had angered him. “So you get off on kidnapping innocent girls?” She’d asked him, pulling her hands out of his once she pulled herself from her petrified state. Coriolanus had frowned at the loss of contact, “I…it’s not like that Soarynn, I swe—“

“Oh really? Because it looks exactly like that,” she’d hissed, getting up in his face, she wasn’t backing down, “I was just ripped off the street by several of your men who seem to have quite the wandering eye who thought that you’d have a good time with me. What type of message do you think that sends out? That you’re kind and caring? Or that you’re some perverted scum who takes advantage of girls in his spare time?”

His jaw had clenched at her harsh words, “I never thought I’d see you again. What happened between us that night was supposed to be a one time thing. I’m sorry that you’ve gotten tangled up in this, truly, I am but there’s nothing that can be done to fix it now.”

And there truly was nothing that they could do to fix this predicament now that Soarynn knew where they lived, worked and looked like. So, she began to help them, work with them. It was a man’s world, sure, but that meant women like her were nearly invisible, always ignored until they were ogled.

And that suits her just fine.

Her first “mission” had been simple, she posed as a waitress at a nearby restaurant in hopes to seduce a known killer that Coriolanus and his men had been after for months. She got that man all the way to his car and just when his hands were slipping up her dress, Coriolanus put a bullet in between his eyes.

Although he'd never come out and say it, Soarynn knew how he felt about other men being around her, talking to her, touching her. Even if was for the greater good of everyone involved.

In the end, he had given her an ultimatum once she had calmed down from her previous fury. He'd walked around his desk once more, slowly reaching into a drawer until he pulled out a gun. Soarynn's blood had run cold once again. He had been so calm, so quiet as he walked back over to her and grabbed her hand, placing it on the gun before bringing it up to his chest. Soarynn had tears running down her face but Coriolanus didn't seem to care, "Now darling, you can either pull the trigger and kill me, thus killing this web you've been tangled up in, or," he turned the gun around, pressing into her chest, "you can stay here, learn our ways and in return you'll be promised my protection."

To have a gun so close to her, pressed against her had terrified Soarynn. She never grew up around violence but the best option was clear, and so she stayed. She still had her apartment but she rarely visited these days, mostly sleeping in one of the bedrooms they had in the warehouse. Every once in a while Coriolanus would take her to his penthouse, give her a taste of normalcy before fucking her so good that she saw stars.

They weren't together, weren't a couple and yet neither of them seemed keen on talking to anyone else. Not like Soarynn had much of a choice. Wherever she went there was some scary man with a hidden gun behind her to ensure that no rival gangs tried to harm her. So that closed a lot of doors when it came to having a normal relationship. Coriolanus insisted on one of his men-usually Sejanus-escorting her at all times when she left the safety of the warehouse.

Soarynn had questioned it in the beginning. Not because she was opposed to it because for the most part, she wasn't but she was curious.

She asked Coriolanus about it one night when she was in his office, sitting on his lap while he went through shipment documents. "Why does Sejanus always follow me around?" She'd asked, her hands absentmindedly playing with the buttons of his shirt. Coriolanus had dropped his pen at her question, "Did he try to touch you?" He asked her, his voice so calm yet scary. Soarynn had shaken her head, "No he didn't try anything. I...I was just wondering why you always have someone follow me. It's not like I'm the leader like you are."

A tired smile had spread across his lips, "Darling, you have no idea of the power you hold and I like to think that's a good thing but many men would try to hurt you if they knew it would hurt me." Soarynn hadn't quite understood that way of thinking but she nodded like she understood and let him get back to work.

But now as the days passed she understood more and more. She saw the way he looked at her, how he treated her and spoke to her. Coriolanus Snow was failing miserably at keeping Soarynn at arm's length.

He was falling in love.

꧁ ꧂

Her outfit for today was form-fitting. Nothing new.

She does her hair and makeup before deciding she looks presentable and gives Petunia one last scratch before leaving her room. Bringing her cat with her had caused quite an argument between her and Coriolanus. He was convinced that bringing a cat into his warehouse where crimes were committed almost on the daily would be the downfall of his gang. Soarynn argued that Petunia could help with their apparent mouse problem as well as keep her company.

In the end, Soarynn won, and the cat stayed.

"Wish me luck Petunia," Soarynn whispers before leaving her bedroom. She takes one last glance inside the space she's resided in for the past month or so. If everything goes well tonight, she'll be back to see Petunia in no time.

She met with a whistle from Festus when she walks into the makeshift living room and rolls her eyes, "Looking lovely as always," he purrs. It didn't take Soarynn long to find out that Festus flirts with everyone and she is no exception. She finds Coriolanus already looking at her from one of the distressed armchairs, his stare is penetrating and ice-cold. He's different when he's around other men, she has to remind herself of that. He was so gentle this morning but he will be nothing but distant and strategic until the night is over and their mission is complete.

"Let's get started," he says, finally tearing his eyes away from her.

They all gather around the coffee table, mahogany of course while Sejanus gives them a rundown of what's going to happen tonight. It's cute how he has a projector pointed at the bare wall so that his carefully detailed plan can be seen by everyone.

"Now tonight we are going to attempt to bring down the Ravenstills," he starts, nervously eyeing the room, "not only is it imperative that we take out as many of their men as possible but more importantly, we must kill Felix Ravenstill no matter what the cost." Several of the men let out grunts of agreement when a photo of Felix Ravenstill appears on the wall.

Soarynn can feel the nerves beginning to grow. It's one thing to kill a man, but it's another thing to kill the President's son.

꧁ ꧂

"You're nervous." Soarynn ignores his comment and keeps her eyes focused on the target in front of her. Just as she's about to pull the trigger Coriolanus steps in front of her and she scoffs, lowering the gun, "Do you have a death wish?" She asks, tilting her head as she looks up at him, "Because only an idiot would step in front of a loaded gun."

His face is as emotionless as ever, "You're nervous," he repeats, his tone gentler, softer, kinder. Soarynn feels the tension leave her shoulders and she sighs, carding her fingers through her hair, "Of course I'm nervous, you would be too if you were in my position." Her position is quite the perilous one where Soarynn's concerned, and she's very concerned.

Coriolanus rests a hand on her side, she knows he's trying to comfort her, but he also wants to just hold her, in case everything goes to shit and one of them dies tonight, "You know I'd never let anyone hurt you," he says quietly. Soarynn bites her lip, he's right, but he's not the one in control tonight, "You won't be there," she reminds him, feeling his grip slightly tighten, "I'll be all by myself."

They both stand there for a moment, not a word spoken between them. Coriolanus uses his other hand to gently cup her face as he leans down, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. Soarynn doesn't know what to do for a moment. She's kissed Coriolanus lots of times but never in front of everyone and she could feel some of the men watching the public display of affection. "We still have time," he mumbles against her lips. Soarynn sighs into the kiss, "Then let's make the most of it."

꧁ ꧂

For once, Coriolanus is gentle.

He's slow in taking off her clothes, her panties, her bra.

He kisses up and down her body as if he's trying to memorize every inch of her. He's kneeling on the ground while Soarynn lays on the bed, feeling his lips kiss her calf. Soarynn slowly sits up, looking down at one of the most powerful men in Panem.

On his knees for her.

"You look good like that," she tells him, smirking when he pulls away and looks up at her, "on your knees." If she had said that while they were fucking then she would've literally gotten her ass handed to her and Coriolanus would've fucked her harder and harder until she saw stars. But now he grins, "Well, normally the roles are reversed," he reminds her.

Soarynn blushes when thinking of all the times she's gotten on her knees for him, hidden under his desk while sucking him off. "Get up here," she orders and Coriolanus wastes no time in climbing onto his bed, his large body on top of her smaller one, his hands on her hips while his lips are on hers. They move in sync with one another, to the point where it frightens Soarynn. It makes her think that they might work, that this might work.

Coriolanus groans into the kiss when she ruts her hips up against his, "You're such a tease," he says, reaching down to undo his belt, his gun falling onto the bed. Soarynn hums, threading her fingers through his golden curls, "You love it though." She can feel the tip of his cock pressing against her entrance, it feels so good, so right. He slowly sinks in before muttering a set of words she never thought she'd hear.

"I love you."

Within seconds it feels as if her entire world has been flipped upside down. Coriolanus is slow and measured with his thrusts. "You don't mean that," she tells him, pulling away from the kiss, "love is dangerous in this line of work." He chuckles because those are the exact words he said to her one night when she asked him if he's ever been in love. "And yet I'm in love with you my darling," he replies, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Once tonight is over things will change, I will change," he promises, his blue eyes boring into her blue-gray ones.

Soarynn wants to believe him. But when has a man ever told the truth?

Tomorrow isn’t promised, they both know that. So she might as well enjoy this tender moment, and let Coriolanus enjoy it as well.

Soarynn lets out a soft gasp when the tip of his cock presses against her just right, causing her back to slightly arch as they move in sync with each other, "Right there," she whispers, her face buried in his neck. He smells like roses. Coriolanus tightens his grip on her hips as he draws his cock out of her cunt oh-so-slowly, "You feel so good," he mumbles, pressing a kiss to her neck.

Coriolanus is a rather possessive man, no surprise there, but Soarynn found that he loved to leave her neck littered with bruises, love bites. Anything to let his men know that he was the one who fucked the pretty girl each and every night. They didn't always fuck. Sometimes they talked, got to know each other in the company of a bottle of wine and the dim lighting of his study. Other times he'd fuck her up against the door while making her scream out his name.

They were two wild cards.

"I'm getting close," Soarynn whines, her walls fluttering around his cock as she feels that wire inside of her getting tighter and higher. Before Coriolanus, she hadn't experienced a good orgasm, an earth-shattering, thigh-shaking, eye-rolling orgasm. Now he gave them to her without even trying. Unlike the other men she'd been with in the past, Coriolanus learned her, learned from her.

Coriolanus moans and Soarynn could've finished right there and then. His low, timber voice sounded heavenly whenever he let a moan slip out which was rare within itself. "Please," she whines, "please Coriolanus, please." He loves it when she begs, when she's his good girl. Soarynn tries to be good, for the most part.

The past month she'd done her very best to rile him up, tease him in front of his men, really push his buttons. If he wanted to drag her into his dangerous lifestyle then the least he could do was suffer just a little. Coriolanus slightly picks up the pace, their breaths getting heavier as they roll towards their peaks, "Come on Soarynn," he grunts, "give it to me, fuck, it's perfect, you're perfect."

Soarynn feels her eyes roll back when she reaches her orgasm, her mouth open in a silent scream as Coriolanus continues to thrust into her. She feels Coriolanus finish inside of her, filling her up to the brim as he often likes to do. "You're a little too good at that," Soarynn mumbles against his neck, her hands resting on his shoulders. Coriolanus lets out a breathy laugh before looking into her eyes, "I've had my fair share of practice."

They both smile and share a laugh, the moment almost feels genuine, tender, and soft. Neither of them are those things though. Genuine, tender, or soft.

He presses a soft kiss to her lips and it feels like a promise, "Tonight will change everything," he says. Soarynn nods like she believes him, "Yes it will," she agrees. Coriolanus nods like he believes her.

꧁ ꧂

It's tense in the car. The car filled with gang members on their way to assassinate the President's son and anyone who works for him. Festus tries to keep things light but one glare from Coriolanus in the front seat shuts down any room for joking.

This is no joking matter.

"Here," Sejanus says, handing her a gun. Soarynn's dainty fingers wrap around it, "Thanks," she mutters. A gun is a last resort, it means that it's come down to the wire and Soarynn doesn't want things to come to that if she can help it. She knows how tonight will go.

According to the plan.

The car whines to a stop in the back alley and Soarynn's nerves are steadily rising. Coriolanus turns to look at everyone, a rather calm expression painted across his face, "Tonight we change the history of Panem, for better or for worse. Everyone remembers their roles and sticks to the plan," his eyes linger on Soarynn long enough for her to feel anxious, "when we get back the drinks are on me," Coriolanus finishes. A few excited whispers fill the car as the promise of free alcohol settles in everyone's brains.

Sejanus pushes the door open and extends a hand out to Soarynn, one she gladly takes, "Thank you Sejanus," she whispers, giving his hand a tight squeeze. His expression falters and for a moment he looks somewhat confused but he recovers when Coriolanus steps out of the car. "Of course, I'll see you when it's over," he promises.

So many promises tonight.

Coriolanus sighs and nods at Sejanus who takes himself and five other men down the alley and around the corner where they'll infiltrate the establishment from the back door. "Look, I want you to be careful, okay?" Coriolanus asks, his tone pleading as he takes her hands in his, squeezing them as if she's his lifeline, "Shoot first and ask questions later huh?" Soarynn teases, giving him a playful smile even though she's as nervous as he is. Just for different reasons.

A small smile graces his lips, "Yeah," he mumbles, "ask questions later. I'll see you once it's all done, okay?" Soarynn nods and doesn't hesitate to lean in and press herself to her tiptoes, her lips finding his. Coriolanus responds immediately as they share one last kiss. She's not even surprised when he whispers those three words again.

"I love you."

Soarynn gives him one last peck before she pulls away, giving him that dazzling smile that he fell for when they first met.

"Love you too."

꧁ ꧂

It's loud in this club, so loud. But Soarynn didn't come here for peace and quiet.

She weaves her way through the crowd, ignoring the blatant stares she gets from all the perverted men who frequent this establishment. She finally reaches the bar where she orders the strongest alcohol they can serve before she sits on the barstool, bringing her drink to her lips as she surveys the room.

She sees many familiar faces, all the men who work for Coriolanus have filtered their way into the crowd and are dancing like a mass murder isn't about to occur tonight. Coriolanus had instructed the men to act normal, dance with people if they could help it. She finds Festus letting it all out on the dancefloor, having a little too much fun for someone who's supposed to be working.

Finally, she sees him, her target.

Felix Ravenstill is sitting in a private booth surrounded by both girls and alcohol, having the absolute time of his life. Soarynn finishes the last of her drink before she propels herself towards his private section, her eyes sultry, her body on display, her lips curled in a flirtatious smile. She can feel a pair of eyes on her and they don't belong to Felix. She suspected that Coriolanus might get jealous, but she needs to do her job, his feelings don't matter right now.

She finally locks eyes with Felix and does her best to act as if she's fallen in love on the spot. It works like a charm. She approaches his section but is stopped by a giant-looking bodyguard who could snap her neck in seconds if he wanted to. "Let her in," Felix slurs, waving her towards him. Soarynn gives the bodyguard her sweetest smile as he unclips the velvet rope and lets her pass.

Felix is quick to shoo all the other girls away and they all give Soarynn their most lethal glares as they pass by her, their chins held high. Soarynn grabs the last girl by the arm and leans in closer, "Get you and your friends out of here," she whispers, momentarily locking eyes with the girl whose eyes widen and she nods, pulling away from Soarynn and chasing after her friends.

Soarynn turns her attention back to Felix and smiles, "Hello," she purrs, sliding in next to him. His hands wander quickly until he has one arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her tight against him, "You're too beautiful to be a dump like this," he tells her, and his breath reeks of alcohol. Soarynn ignores it though and giggles, "You think I'm beautiful?" Felix eagerly nods, "So pretty," he slurs, his other hand fumbling to find another drink to throw back.

Soarynn keeps him talking for a while, keeps him drinking more importantly. She flirts and laughs at all his bad jokes and acts surprised when he tells her who he is. "You're President Ravenstill's son?" She asks, feigning surprise. Felix smirks, his hand traveling down her body and squeezing her ass, "Sure am. Have you ever been fucked by a future President?" Soarynn has to fight the urge to throw up as she shakes her head, "Not yet," she answers.

That's all he needs to hear before he suggests they go upstairs. Right according to plan. Soarynn follows him up the creaky stairs that are sticky from all the drinks that have been spilled no doubt. His bodyguard lingers at the bottom of the stairs, "Don't come up here!" Felix calls, wagging his finger, "You don't wanna hear her screaming my name for the next hour." Soaryn giggles and throws her arms around his neck, "Hurry Felix, I need you."

She's never been up here, or inside this club for that matter but she knows the layout like the back of her hand since Sejanus has drilled her on it a thousand times. She knows exactly which door to open and which room to stumble in. Sure enough, they stumble into a room with a small bed and wallpaper that has little roses all over it.

Felix is on her in seconds, his hands roaming all over her body, trying to literally rip the dress off of her, "C'mon take it off," he whines, "you know you want it." How many times has she heard that before?

"Haven't you ever heard of foreplay," she quips, her hands running up and down the front of his shirt. She shoves him towards the bed and he nearly topples onto the floor but manages to get onto the mattress. It's only a matter of keeping him busy while work is done downstairs. Soarynn sits on his lap as they kiss, all the while gunshots can be heard from downstairs.

Felix hears a gunshot or a scream once or twice but Soarynn quickly pulls him back into their lustful little bubble. Soarynn is getting more and more nervous with every second that passes by. Where is everyone?

Felix is getting more and more handsy and right before he can unzip her dress, his bodyguard busts through the door, his face smeared with blood, "Boss! It was an ambush! The Thorns are here!" Before he can utter another word a gun goes off and he falls to the floor. Soarynn makes a big show of gasping as they watch the big man topple to the ground, his eyes wide as he dies.

Felix swears and shoves Soarynn off of him, his eyes nervously looking out into the hallway where Festus is standing, a wild look on his face. "My boss told me to wait for him,” Festus drawls as he walks into the room, but I think I'll have you to myself Felix." Soarynn shoots him a look, "Festus," she hisses, knowing how furious Coriolanus will be if Festus fucks this all up because of his pride and lack of control.

Fexlis's eyes widen and he looks back at Soarynn, realization dawning on him. "You knew?! You bitch!" Soarynn feels frozen in her spot while watching this all play out but she snaps out of it when Festus aims his gun at Felix, "The odds were never in our favor," he says. Soarynn slips her hand under her dress, her fingers finding the knife she strapped to her thigh and she doesn't hesitate to pull it out before throwing it at Festus, the blade catching him right in the throat.

He gasps and drops his gun, his hands flying to his throat. Soarynn watches the pitiful scene as Festus attempts to pull the knife out, only making it worse. He stumbles backwards out into the hall where he hits the wall. There's too much blood and not enough time. Soarynn watches Festus take his last breath before he slides down the wall, his eyes wide open as blood begins to pool from his mouth.

Felix swears and grabs the gun Festus dropped, tucking it behind him in the waistband of his pants, "Fucking Thorns," he mumbles, wiping his brow, his hands are shaking, He's in shock. He looks over his shoulder and glares at Soarynn who's sitting on the floor, her back pressed against the bed, her breaths growing uneven, "He tried to shoot me!" That stupid statement is what draws Soarynn out of her haze and she slowly pushes herself from the floor, "He didn't," she says calmly. The bodyguard is too heavy to move but he isn't entirely blocking the doorway.

She can hear more shouting from downstairs, she hears Sejanus let out a pained scream. It seems this ambush hasn't gone according to plan. Then she hears it, hears him.

"SOARYNN! SOARYNN WHERE ARE YOU?!"

Her heart clenches at his pained voice. At how Coriolanus still cares enough to try to find her amidst the chaos. She can hear him climbing the steps, hear the gasp he lets out when he sees Festus. Soarynn sighs, it's all gotten so much more complicated now. Felix is slowly collecting himself behind her and she listens to him shakily push himself up from the floor, "This is a mess," he mutters, "a bloody fucking mess."

She sees Coriolanus crouching down to check on Festus, swearing when he finds no pulse. Then she feels a hand wrap around her throat and another around her waist, "You little fucking whore," Felix hisses in her ear, "almost got me killed, and for what?" He steers them towards his bodyguard where he crouches down, bringing her with him as one of his hands fumbles around until he finds a gun hidden on his bodyguard's body and grabs it before pressing the barrel to the side of Soarynn's head, "There we go," he whispers, "now we're even." Soarynn lets out a whimper and watches Coriolanus slowly turn to look into the room, a sheer look of horror washes over his face when he sees her with a gun to her head.

Coriolanus takes a few steps toward them but Felix tightens his grip on the gun before jamming it into her head and Soarynn lets out a pained cry, "Don't come any closer," he warns Coriolanus, his voice manic, "unless you wanna see her paint the walls red."

Coriolanus clenches his jaw and gives Soarynn a look full of sorrow, "I told you to get out as soon as you could", he says, his voice so hoarse. Soarynn feels tears pricking in her eyes, "I know you did," she whispers. Felix lets out a bitter laugh, "Looks like the little bitch can't take orders, huh Coriolanus?" Soarynn's throat closes up at the snide remark and it does nothing to calm down Coriolanus who's already fuming. "Just let her go," he says calmly.

Felix presses the gun further into her skin, "Now why would I do that? I clearly can't trust any of these idiots in here so why would I trust you? A thorn in my side since the beginning." Coriolanus meets her eyes again and Soarynn desperately wants to convey a single message.

Run.

But she can't. She's trapped between a rock and a hard place. Coriolanus turns his gaze to Felix and he looks downright murderous as he drops his gun onto the floor. "There," he says, kicking it towards her and Felix for good measure, "just let her go and I'll call my men off. You can walk out safely, you have my word." The mission isn't jeopardized anymore, it's fucked. Soarynn lets out a shaky breath, "Coriolanus please, just go."

Coriolanus shakes his head, his eyes trained on her now, "No. No, I love you, I'm not losing you."

Soarynn lets out a sob as she knows what's bound to happen next, "I'm sorry." His expression softens, "It's not your fault."

The next five seconds seem to move in slow motion as she reaches behind Felix, grabbing the gun from his waistband. All that training Coriolanus forced her to do pays off when she brings the gun in front of her and pulls the trigger.

The sound of a gun going off is what wakes Soarynn up from the lie she's been living for the past three months.

She lets the tears fall free as they watch Coriolanus fall to the ground, a bullet piercing his heart.

Felix lets out a sigh of relief and releases her from his grip, "For fucks sake, took you long enough."

Soarynn is silent as she sinks to the floor, her hands gently reaching out for Coriolanus. He's crouched down, gripping his chest. Soarynn cups his face with her hands, slowly pulling him up to face her, "I loved you," he croaks, his eyes full of betrayal. Soarynn sniffles, "I know. I know you did." His breaths are labored, his hands trembling, "Goodbye Coriolanus," she whispers, pressing one last kiss to his lips.

It's pitful how he returns it, sounding like a wounded animal seeking out comfort as he returns his kiss. She feels it, his last breath before he dies.

A hand on her shoulder reminds her of the harsh reality she lives in, "You did good," Felix says, "I knew I could count on you." Soarynn nods and wipes her tears with the back of her hand before looking up at the man she loves.

The man that she loved who sat her down that night and told her that it was over.

What a clever lie they had come up with for her to infiltrate the Thorns and take them down from the inside.

And Coriolanus had believed every one of her lies. He fell in love with her.

Dumb decision.

Soarynn doesn't wanna feel her her heart is ripping, since she was out on the town with a simple mission.

She pushes herself up from the floor and regains her composure, letting Felix rest his hand on the small of her back.

He laughs as they walk past the dead body of Coriolanus Snow, “He looked so heartbroken,” he tells her before pressing a kiss to the side of her temple. Soarynn feigns a smile, knowing that it’ll be a grand celebration once they go downstairs now that the thorns are defeated. “Sorry for calling you a bitch by the way,” he says, “just got caught up in the moment.” Soarynn simply hums, not trusting herself to respond right now.

A roar of cheers hits them as they appear at the top of the stairs and Felix lets go of her to run down the stairs and celebrate with his men, leaving Soarynn at the top of the stairs.

She looks back at the room one last time where Coriolanus is lying on the floor. She shakes her head and mumbles to herself before heading downstairs to celebrate. 

“Just a heart broke bitch.” 

| Part 2. |

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Purple led lights part II

I don't usually do second parts. I hope I made justice to the first piece!

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Summary: Sweet, sweet Donnie... what do you get when you spy on your crush masturbating and jerk off to her without consent? You get what you fucking deserve. 

Warnings: 18+NSFW mdi voyeurism / mean!reader / black mail and threats / dirty talking / jerking off / video typing / psychological violence / denigration kink / Dacryphilia / coaxing / convincing / manipulating / dark content / punishment

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He couldn’t take her face out of his head. The way her eyes popped out, how her jaw dropped and her expression twisted from surprise to horror. The worst part? After the encounter, he didn't have any proper closure. She didn’t speak to him, only mumbled a small “get out” while embracing her body in a vague attempt to hide her nakedness from his eyes. 

He fucked up. He fucked up big time. 

Donatello rubbed his face furiously, lifting his glasses in the process. He glanced at the clock, it was four in the morning. He and his brothers arrived from patrol about a couple of hours ago and now he was laying on his bed, sleep-deprived, thinking. All he did was think, and think... God, what he’d give to shake the feeling of being a creep out of his body.

****

A ding from your cell phone woke you up. It was too late for it to be from your usual friends or family. You squeezed your eyes a couple of times, trying to adjust them to the screen light before opening the text.

>nerdypoptardlicker: Are you awake? 

Delivered, 4:20 am.

>nerdypoptardlicker: I’m sorry about what happened yesterday.

Delivered, 4:20 am.

>nerdypoptardlicker: didn’t text you earlier ‘cause I panicked. Didn't know what to say.

Delivered, 4:21 am.

>nerdypoptardlicker: I can’t begin to explain how embarrassed I am. It was wrong. I don’t know what was going through my head when I did it. I’m profusely sorry.

Delivered, 4:21 am.

Donnie must feel like shit, you thought while moving a little in the comfort of your bed. He could see that you were online, but you didn’t really feel like answering. He messed up, it was only fair to let him hang a little in his guilt before saying you forgave him. 

>nerdypoptardlicker: Please answer me.

Delivered, 4:25 am.

You let out a deep sigh and decided to lock your phone before going back to sleep. 

****

It had been a week. A week of anxiety and overthinking. A week of not knowing anything from her but somehow he couldn’t stop insisting. How many texts had he sent now? Ten? Twenty, maybe? Donatello wasn’t sure, but he knew that at least you were reading them. You weren’t completely ignoring him which was a good sign, right? 

“I don’t think it’s a good sign. I think she’s done with ya," Raph’s crude words hit him hard. Donatello wasn’t someone who voiced his concerns with anyone but master Splinter or maybe Leo, but for a thing like this, he thought that the first two would be disgusted with what he did. But not Raph, he was sure his brother had done worse and kinkier things. 

“Then why won’t she say so?” The one in purple pressed and Raphael pursed his lips.

“Maybe she doesn’t wanna. You do know that ghosting is a thing, right?” Donnie rolled his eyes with a hint of annoyance.

“That’s not quite logical. if she was ghosting me she wouldn’t pop online as soon as my texts are delivered, and she wouldn’t read them,” he stated and soon he began to feel sick, both at the thought of the ghosting possibility and the smell of sweat which was filling the training room with every movement his brother did. 

On the other hand, Raph started another push up set with a rather dismissive attitude.  

“Who says she is reading them? Maybe she’s just leaving you on seen.” Raphael sounded slightly more annoyed by the second. For how long had he been hearing his brother rambling on the matter? It felt like for years. 

Donatello’s heart dropped into his stomach before that possibility. 

“Listen Don, I hate to sound like Leo here, but maybe she just needs time to get over what you did. It's either that or she really is ghosting you. You’ll know with time, but I think you should stop texting her for now. Send one last message and call it done.” 

“And what should I send as a final message?” Donnie inquired, still not believing that he was asking Rapahel for romantic advice, but the truth was that Raph managed to maintain a fairly long relationship with a nice person himself. 

Raphael shrugged, “Don’t know, you're the clever one.” 

****

>nerdypoptardlicker: I get it now. You’re in all your right to hate me. I deserve it and it’s okay if you don’t want to speak with me anymore. I’m really sorry, for everything. 

Delivered, 2:17 pm

>nerdypoptardlicker: good bye, (y/n).

Delivered, 2:17 pm

When you read that you couldn’t believe your eyes. Was that it? One week of avoiding him and that idiot was giving up on you? Un-fucking-believable. You had planned to make him pay by leaving him hanging, since you knew about his anxiety and tendency to overthink things. That was the torture he deserved. And now he decided that it was enough? 

Blood was rushing furiously to your ears as your breathing became heavier. Maybe sweet Donnie needed a different kind of punishment; so for the first time in a whole week you texted him back: 

>What? giving up so soon? Funny, thought you wanted me to forgive you. 

delivered, 2:21 pm

You felt a pang of self-satisfaction brushing your ego when you saw him typing back after just one second. 

>nerdypoptardlicker: Id o! I d!

delivered, 2:21 pm

>nerdypoptardlicker: I do! I do* 

delivered, 2:21 pm

>nerdypoptardlicker: Please tell me, what should I do?!! 

delivered, 2:22 pm

You smirked to yourself. Now that was interesting. You knew he had a crush on you. Hell, you had (and still have) a crush on him too, but it never occurred to you just how much Donnie was into you until he came to this point. 

>Come to my apartment on Friday night and don’t tell anyone you're coming. 

delivered, 2:23 pm

You had still two days to prepare your mind for what was going to happen.

*****

Donatello felt a wave of relief wash over him, but soon faded to let nervousness kick in. What were you thinking? what would he have to do? would you ask him to do something… no, that couldn’t be. Then why couldn’t he tell anyone he was going to see you? God, the possibilities were infinite. Well, if he stayed up all night he could maybe pair up all the options to make an outline of the possible ways things could turn out to be. 

He got to work and before he knew, Don spent the two remaining days making stories in his head, trying to anticipate the moment with you, what you’d say and how he should answer, move, behave. The one thing Donatello didn’t want was to upset you further. 

Now he stood in front of your window, fidgeting. He could feel his sweaty hands shaking a little when he knocked lightly before entering. Don called out for you and just after he spoke the lights got off, leaving him with a weird feeling creeping in the back of his neck. The sight to the inside of your place was a little more than spooky. The dark seemed to loom over him, threatening to engulf his hesitant form. Donnie called your name once again, this time his voice sounded shaky as he began to be aware of the cold sensation building in his chest. 

“Over here,” your voice came from the end of the hall, the place where your bedroom was. “Come in,” you added upon not hearing him moving. 

He gulped, innerly reassuring himself that he knew you. You wouldn’t ask him to do something illegal or harmful to make him pay. You were fair… but honestly, in the poor state of mind he was right now, Donatello could undoubtedly do anything you told him to, if that meant things could get back to normal. 

Dark extended before him as he tried not to hit anything in his way to your room, then, suddenly there was light. Purple light. The same as the last time. Why all the dramatism? Donatello didn’t know, but it worked and it made his heart rate crazy. 

You were there, dressed in black and sitting in your bed with one leg crossed over the other, looking up at him in a lurking way. 

“Hi,” he muttered, breaking the tense silence. 

“Oh hello,” you said in a mocking tone, “ready to pay for your stupidity?” 

Your rudeness took him aback, but as expected he accepted it with the most disconsolate expression. Donatello nodded, fidgeting a little before your gaze. 

“Sit” you ordered, motioning the chair beside him. It was placed a few meters from a camera mounted on a tripod. A small red light on the top indicated it was already recording. His expression fell a bit more with the upcoming realization of what you wanted: humiliation. 

Donnie sat down placing one of his hands on each knee, trying to control his anxiety.  

“Good boy. Now, please say clearly to the camera what you did.”

“Y/n, I-I I’m sorry I didn’t…”

“Quit apologizing. That’s not what I told you to do.” Donnie winced before looking at you through his lashes, if he had any. He resembled a scared, nervous puppy.

Donatello took a deep breath and he started over:

“I entered your apartment by the window, and… I didn’t know you weren’t home...”, he stopped, unsure of how to continue. You gave him a small push.

“But soon you realized. What did you do then?” 

He could feel embarrassment creeping up his bones. Uneasiness pulsating through his skin in the most uncomfortable way.

“I wandered and wound up in your room… It smelled like you–”

“Go straight to the point, ” you demanded harshly, jolting him, “what did you do, Donnie?”

Donatello wanted the floor to open and swallow him whole. He felt a knot on his throat and his insides twisted and tangled in the worst ways, but if this was the only thing he could do to make it up to you... he'll do it.

"I saw you t-touching yourself without your consent," he said, feeling like he was about to pass out, "and it turned me on."

"What else?" you pressed.

"Y/n please–"

"What else?!" you yelled, desperate before his hesitation.

"I touched myself while you did and came all over your closet's door." Donnie’s voice was a mere whisper. 

You let out a breath you'd been holding after which the sensation of a huge weight seemed to fall off your shoulders. There it was: acknowledgement. Acceptance of the viciousness committed (even if it was unintentional). Donatello was there, recognizing that he did that to you, agreeing that it was wrong and trying to make it right. 

A silence – in which you almost thought he was crying – was made. None of you moved. Donatello's gaze was still stuck on the floor when he whispered, "I'm sorry."

"I know. That's why you're here," your voice was slightly softer now, "so we can make it right."

You unzipped the dark dress you were wearing to let it slip down to your toes. The sound made him look at you at last and his expression broke in surprise and bewilderment.

"W-what you doing?!" Donnie squealed while turning his head aside. His hand flew up to cover his eyes.

"You granted yourself sexual gratification at my expenses. Now it's my turn to do the same."

"What?"

"You thought the only thing you had to do was confess? honey, we're far from being over," you told him while sitting on the bed.

"Touch yourself," you commanded. 

"Is this a joke?" he scoffed, his mood changing from panicked to sore.

"No, so do it.”

“I- I can’t do that y/n… this is going too far I don’t think–”

“Don’t you want to be over with this?" you coaxed, “so that everything between us can go back to normal?”

Nothing will be normal again after this, Donnie noted for himself as he obligates to look at you, slowly. His pupils blew away with the view. You were spread open in more or less the same position of the last time he saw you. Your hands fidgeted behind your back with the button of your bra and Donnie’s breath hitched when the fabric loosened over your chest. 

You gazed into his eyes with the darkest of looks while slowly peeling the cloth from your body, before tossing it to the side. Your breathing was even, making your chest up and down in the prettiest form. Don was stunned. 

“Answer me,” you pressed, “wouldn’t it be better to put an end to all this awful situation once and for all? Just do what I tell you… besides, you’re already turned on by all this, aren’t you?”

“I’m not!” he hushed-shout, fisting his hands over his legs as he looked away from your –almost– naked form.

“Lier,” you smirked. 

He stayed still for a whole round minute before you spoke again, “If you’re not doing it, then just leave. But don’t expect to hear from me ever again.”

A piece of fabric suddenly hit his plastron and he caught it on reflex. Purple panties. Donatello looked at you in a quick motion. You were propped up on your elbows, legs wide open. His eyes suffused with surprise. He should look away. He should go. But his eyes were glued to the image of your fingers teasing your labia, gathering slick. Your cunt was wet and perfect-looking.

His breath hitched. His heart was pounding inside his plastron so fast he thought it might just rip it open, it felt hot and his stomach was bubbling. Something electric ran through him from his dick to his spine and back. 

“Jerk off with me Donnie,” you pressed, your voice had softened and it came out like an irresistible velvety moan. “Do it or leave.”

You moved backwards so as to lean your back on the wall behind you. In your position, you were good and safe, while he was the only one exposed in front of the camera, facing you at the same time. 

Donatello gulped, glancing at the recording device while reminding himself this was a punishment, and as humiliating as it was, he couldn’t just walk away from it if it meant to lose you. A second was enough for him to decide that you were worth it. What he felt for you was worth it. And if he forgot about pride and pudor for just one instant, Donnie could silently acknowledge that he wanted it too. To see you willingly moaning with him, fully aware of his presence. Turned on because of him, even. 

One of his hands palmed his crotch over the fabric of his pants, releasing some of the tension as he sighed in relief, his eyes never leaving your form.  You smiled at him.

“Good decision,” you praised, “now take it out and make sure to look at the camera.” 

He nodded, his hands trembled slightly when he unzipped his pants. This felt raw and good in many different ways, but at the very bottom of those spicy feelings there was a strange sense of guilt. He shouldn’t be enjoying this, should he? Shouldn't he be mad at you for taking it this far?

He took out his cock before giving it small, slow bumps. This was being recorded. Donnie shuddered. 

“Your Dick looks so hot.” 

He straight out squeezed it after those words, tossing aside whatever wonders roaming his mind in favor of focusing on your voice, on the sight of you all spread open before him. Your fingers coming in and out of you at your own pace, and he got lost for a second in the way they sank into your body. You liked deep, and he burned that information in his mind.

The movements of your hand quickened. Now the sounds of your slick could be heard. Along with the small whimpers falling from your mouth, it sounded like a song he never wanted to stop listening to. 

Small stroaks felt like torture now and so Donatello gripped his cock tighter and started to go faster. His mouth gaped, his gaze dark through half-lidded eyes. 

You watched him closely as he moved one hand fast on his shaft, occasionally teasing the prominent head. The other ditched his pants to the side and went to palm his balls, giving them a few squeezes from time to time. A groan left his lips as he head fell back.  

From where you were laying, Donatello looked divine. This was the first time you saw a mutant dick, and frankly, it was everything but disappointing. Big and thick beyond human standards and seemingly smooth. It poured a dense liquid from the tip that Don was using to lube down his shaft. You couldn’t help but think how good it’d feel stretching you out, as you wondered in how many ways could you come just by feeling it hit deep inside. With those thoughts you curled the fingers inside your cunt to bump at the right spot. 

Heavy breathing and moaning sounds filled the room quickly. 

“See? this isn't so bad is it?” you teased. A smirk danced on your face as he locked his gaze in yours.  

Donnie didn’t speak. He feared that whatever force pulling him to do this would leave him if he dared to respond, but you pressed. 

“Tell me– Tell me you feel good,” your voice sounds drunk and silky. Donnie Shrudders. 

“Feels good,” he chokes out, his fist getting tighter and his pace faster. Eye contact never faded, and it was all too exciting. 

“I’m close” he panted. 

“Me too,” you sighed, your fingers reaching your clit rubbing circles over it for the first time in all these torturous while. 

“You look so hot…” Donnie’s voice reaches your ears in the middle of the heated moment. It sounds like velvet, sensual and sincere. You moaned with the praise as more sexy incoherencies fell from his mouth. 

“–I like you” he moaned louder with each breath, dragging the words in a way that sounded so sweet you couldn’t help but smile. “I like you, I like you, I like you- I– I’m coming!” 

A broken cry left his mouth as he gave himself some final strokes. Don made a mess of himself. His plastron was now wet with fresh cum as his body still enjoyed the last delicious spasms. You followed him shortly after, pleasing yourself with the view and savoring every moment of the electrifying heat spreading through your body multiple contractions in a row.

For a few seconds the only sound in the room were your breaths evening as they gradually went back to normal. 

After collecting yourself, you stood from your bed, moving towards the camera. Turned it off, and pulled out the small memory which contained the precious video of Donnie admitting something awful and then fucking his fist for redemption. 

He observed you silently, burning your silhouette in his mind. 

“Am I forgiven now?” he dared to inquire. 

There is an undeniable principle about punishments: they are never meant to be enjoyed by the chastised. 

“Almost,” you told him, weaving the camera memory in your hand “I just have to show this to your father.” 

[idontplaytrack]

Your fics are so good!!! I was wondering if I could request some top!Jos Cleary-Lopez smut, where reader lets Jos take out her stress and anger out on her because Jos had an awful day

✧ Stress Eating

Jos Cleary-Lopez x fem! reader

Warnings: MDNI, smut. Masturbation(Jos), oral, fingering, spanking(reader receiving). Reader gets sick from a migraine attack.

In which Jos gets pissed off after a serious of unfortunate events happening in school. Reader lets Jos let out some steam.

I couldn’t think of a title, but I guess it fits🫣 lmao

You stayed home from school due to a particularly severe migraine attack. Throughout the day, Jos’ texts to you and responding to you progressively got colder and colder. Until she practically just left you on read. As concerned as you were, with the continuous ache you were feeling in the left side of your head, you couldn’t even focus on worrying but instead in sleeping the pain away. Jos asked you were you were since the school day started this morning but you avoided her question all the way.

You were tossing and turning in bed for a good while before falling into a restless sleep. How’d you wake up? A thud did. You practically jolted awake. “Jos? What the fuck-”

“What the hell, y/n? You couldn’t answer my question? Just had to avoid me, did ya?” She snarked.

Ouch. You didn’t mean to.

“You weren’t any better. I asked you if something happened then you just ignored me?” You scoffed, rubbing the bottom of your palm on your forehead. Jos shot you a look of bewilderment which you didn’t see because your eyes were screwed shut.

“What’s wrong?” She asks, annoyed.

“God, stop.” You groaned, lying back down on your mattress. “If you’re gonna be mad at me, save it for later. I don’t know what happened because you wouldn’t tell me, all I know is my head is fucking hurting and I’m gonna throw up any second.”

Silence fell between the two of you. The only sound cutting through the tense silence was Jos’ heavy breathing which- somehow, was aggravating your migraine. You sat up, exhausted, your feet on the ground by your bed. You were crouched over as you held your head in your hands. “Don’t yell at me, not know. I really can’t-”

“y/n.” You feel her hand barely on your shoulder but you shrug it off and hobbled to the bathroom.

That did it. It snaps her out of her little mood, barely making it in time to hold back your hair to save it from getting in the puke.

“Do you think you’re done?” She asks quietly, rubbing your back.

“With what?” You sat back down. Her hand quickly retracts. “Doesn’t feel nice, does it?” You chuckled wryly.

“I’m sorry.” She apologises, “I didn’t mean to be so harsh. I’ve just had a terrible day at school today.”

“Okay, we talked about this- you gotta talk about it otherwise it’s just gonna build up and up.” You took her hand in your own.

“The lock on my locker? Kept acting up. Fine, at lunch some new kid got shoved by a bully and spilt their lunch all over me. Not their fault- I helped her out, got her away from the bully. I got shoved to the ground. I got called into the principal’s office because some people insisted it was my fault” Jos sighs, “Whatever, y’know? I got changed- luckily I had clothes in my locker. And then in Social Studies, we had a pop quiz so that was great because no one knew where the hell you were- including me. So the teacher kinda gave me shit for it because I wasn’t sure.” “I’m sorry. About everything and that last part- I should’ve at least sucked it up and sent you a text.”

“It’s fine.” She took some deep breaths, “I know how you are with bright lights when you get migraines. It hurts you even more. We’ve both had a bad day.”

You reached out to give her hand a squeeze.

“Do you feel better? After throwing up?” Jos asks softly.

“Luckily, yeah.” You carefully laid back down as she watches you, “You?”

“Pretty much. Now that it’s mostly out of my system.” Jos shrugged, “Get back to sleep, ‘kay? I’m sorry for waking you up.” Jos scooted into the empty spot beside you and rubbed your back till you fell asleep again. “What time is it?” You ask her groggily. “4:06.”

“Oh. Okay.”

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When you eventually awoken from your nap, it was only because of what you were hearing practically even in your sleep. Jos was whining and whimpering right beside you doing god-knows-what — well, you had a clue but you were too out of it to care until the noises she were making started to make you feel all hot and bothered.

“Jos. What the hell are you doing.” You grumbled.

“Couldn’t stop thinking about all that shit and got myself all stressed out again.” She tells you. And it was so obvious that she was still touching herself because you could hear it and you were right next to her. Has she ever done this before? Absolutely- when you weren’t in the mood. She got that. But not right in front of you. Well…right now? It was really freaking turning you on. You laid on your back, turning your head to look at her.

Jos was unbothered, glancing back at you like she wasn’t doing anything. She raised a brow seeing you biting on your lower lip, a chuckle escapes her mouth. You gulped, there was no doubt she didn’t see the needy gaze of yours as you watched her rubbing her clit. You averted your eyes, trying to get those thoughts out of your head but there was no use fighting it- seeing that your migraine’s pretty much gone anyway after you threw up earlier. Her free hand reaches over and caressed your cheek, “What’s the matter, baby?”

“Um…” You squirmed slightly. “You can take it all out on me if you want.”

“What?” She stopped moving.

“I said.” You sighed, “You can take your stress and anger out on me.” Jos immediately laid down beside you and attacked you with kisses, pushing the blanket off your body then sliding your shorts and underwear down and off your feet. You held onto your calf and put your leg on her hip. Next, her hand rubbed slow circles on your clit to work you up as her mouth continues to busy itself with the task of kissing you. The progression of the kisses from sweet to rough was quick- her teeth grazes your lower lip and bit down on it, you moan into the kiss, reciprocating in a similar fashion. Your hand blindly reaches out find her clit and give it the same stimulation that she was giving yours. Only, she got more aggressive, now hovering over you before you even had the time to process what was going on. Her hungry kisses trails down south from your mouth to your chest. She takes a break there, capturing your nipple in her mouth, giving them a good lick and suck.

You whimpered, hand getting tangled in her hair, “Oh, fuck- Jos.” Upon hearing that, she picks up her pace while kneading your other breast with her free hand and pinching its tip. “Jos~”

She laughs, the warmth of her breath makes you flinch and whine once more before she attacks your other breast similarly. You were already a mess under her touch, the heat and ache in between your legs growing rapidly. You were frustrated and in pain- in need of more of her. Jos just kept going shamelessly groping one breast and sucking the other as though it was her job. You were a noisy fucking mess, yelping, whine and moaning...you tried to keep quiet, but with the way she was playing with you like there was no tomorrow had you thinking about nothing. Nothing but her. Her kisses, her touch, her fingers roaming your body...ghosting the area where you needed her the most- however she decided to do so. Jos firmly grabbed your hips after she detaches from you and yanked you down to the edge of the mattress. Her left forearm presses down on your inner thigh, her right fingers spread your lower lips open and gathered some of your wetness. She was looking at you, you could sense it but you just couldn't look at her. Jos on the other hand, she was ogling at you, planning her next move and observing how your body reacts, how your face contorts and most importantly, the noise you were making for her- because of her. The ache was making you extremely, extremely frustrated. But she was holding back, she didn't want you to give it to you yet.

Jos' thumb brushes over your clit, over and over- it wasn't anywhere near sufficient. Rubbing your cunt, she proceeded to give you a smack. You yelped and the tears that you were holding back just got let loose. You body quivers as you sobbed as she repeatedly smacked you ass and cunt, then rubbed them to draw out sounds of pleasure from your mouth that she was clearly getting off on. But you know what was spurring her on most of all? The fact that you were crying. You needed her so badly that you were in tears.

"Please, Jos- please." You pleaded, "Please, I need you."

She laughs, her breath tickles your cunt seeing how close she was to you, "You need me, baby? Oh, you're such a good girl for me, y/n. I honestly can't thank you enough for letting me fuck you as I please..." Slowly, she began licking your clit in small circles, then her finger dips into your entrance- going in and out, hitting your g-spot without fail each time. It wasn't long before all your thoughts were gone and Jos, she was practically fucking you dumb. You hear her voice and just followed her command each time. "Ass in the air, baby." She detaches from you with an obscene 'pop' sound, flipping you over. You barely stayed on your hands long enough for her to attach her mouth onto your cunt from behind before your top half fell flat.

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She massages your ass, burying her face deeper into you while you stayed put letting her eat her fill of you. You couldn't hold it any longer...the urge to come was strong and you were having a hard time trying to keep it together because whatever sounds you were making? You had no control over them- Jos had complete control over you, like putty in her hands. Or her mouth, in this case. Your moaning and whining filled the enclosed space- and it was loud. That, you were sure of. And Jos was not done with you- she was devouring you like it was her last chance. But you were so, so desperate to let go and you weren't sure if she wanted that yet.

Nothing coherent has been coming out from your mouth for the last 20 or so minutes, so how were you going to ask her anything at all? Jos picks up her pace again, much to your surprise and you couldn't take it anymore- you unraveled as her tongue was still lapping and she happily ate that up, earning you a hard smack on your ass. "I'm surprised you lasted this long, love." You heard her voice behind you. Your knees started to give way but she had a tight grip on you, forcing you to stay up so she could carry on.

You were fully in tears when she chased after your second orgasm, but it just felt too good for you to want her to stop. With each flick of her tongue, out came her name and a needy sound. Jos'd never felt this turned on, hearing you under her control like this? Doing whatever she pleases to your tight, pulsing cunt. "Jos, I can't- I can't stay up- I-" You managed. Unfazed, she flips you back over, pushing your thighs open as you squirmed and sobbed, overwhelming pleasure building up in your body. If you shifted up, she follows, if you'd somehow ended up moving to the side, there she was. Jos was latched onto like a hungry animal trying to feed...and you were so fucked out your brain'd turned to mush, complying with her ministrations. With each spark that she literally sent down your spine, the tighter the coil in your core got. It was so severe- the need to get that second high, as much as it was starting to hurt a little. It also kinda made you even wetter.

"Think you can squirt for me, hm?" Her mouth barely leaves you enough to speak, "Wanna give that a try, my baby?" You obediently nodded as if on reflex as you feel her fingers slide into your cunt smoothly. They worked together with her mouth and pushed you over the edge just how she'd asked for you to. Your back arches, pushing her even closer to you as you cried her name repeatedly while she assisted you in coming down from your forceful climax.

Jos soon snaps out of her mood quickly, as she clambered back up to meet your face when she heard your cries. "Are you alright, baby?" She brushes the hair out of your eyes, tucking them behind your ear, "Do you feel okay? Don't cry, baby. I'm sorry, I'm sorry." It made her a little flustered to see you in this much tears- just from the sheer intensity of the pleasure. You weren't hurt, but she was scared that she hurt you. "'m- I'm okay, we've just never went this hard before. I didn't expect myself to cry. Don't be sor-"

She smiles, caressing your face, "You took me so well, baby. So well. I love you."

You gave her a giddy smile as she hugs you tighter, letting you rest your head on her chest, "I love you, too."

"I love you more, sweetheart. You're alright, I got you. Just close your eyes and rest. I'll clean you up while you do, alright?" She whispers, kissing the top of your head.

You nodded, "Jos?"

"Yeah, sweetheart?"

"Do you feel better?" You ask, your breathing hitches unexpectedly.

"Sure do, baby." She confirms, licking her lips, "Thank you."

[foreverrandomwritings]

Season 5 Episode 5: Thunderstruck.

Don’t have many expectations of this episode🤷‍♀️

I’m just scared something bad is gonna happen to one of the mains. I just need everything to be fine. I need this season to work out since it’ll be the last(still salty about that).

Therapist: Y’all good?

Carlos: what the fuck? I’m ready for a fight! Why I oughta🥊👊🏻

TK: Uhm honey take a chill pill. 😮‍💨

Carlos fell asleep during sexy time😬

I don’t like the tension between them😅 I’m literally freaking out. My anxiety is sky high. I literally said I felt something was gonna go wrong and lo and behold. Boom. Something wrong. They are literally like in my top 5 favorite tv couples ever.

Honestly kids are the worst(I work in the childcare setting, I love my job but kids are the worst)

A HORSEY!!

Judd in these sunglasses is doing something to me. Hot damn. If he lassos this horse I’m gonna lose my shit🥵🥵

Of course Owen is doing it🙄 whatever. Show someone else. (It’s not that I don’t like Owen. It’s just I find it unbelievably annoying that he’s constantly doing really cool awesome unbelievable stuff literally all the time. Like I’m just really sick of it. Let someone else do something cool every once in a while.)

The horse telling his owner goodbye…. Shut up I’m crying. Like I’m literally crying.

I KNEW SHAUN WAS GONNA KILL HIM! FUCK YOU SHAUN. YOU LITTLE BITCH!

OWEN YOU BETTER BUY HIM OR FIND SOMEONE ELSE THAT WILL RIGHT FUCKING NOW!

TK TALKING TO TOMMY LIKE SHES HIS MOM IM CRYING AGAIN.

TOMMY BROUGHT UP CHARLES WE ALL KNOW I LOVE HIM AND MISS HIM!!! IM CRYING EVEN MORE!

I wanna jump Campbells bones because he’s giving me Glen Powell/Henry Cavill/Chris Evan’s vibes. I don’t know how to explain it. Maybe it’s the accent or the demeanor. He’s an ass and like would not treat me right but like also🤷‍♀️

Carlos is flabbergasted with him though. Like uhm just because you have a job doesn’t mean you can neglect your spouse. Like that isn’t exactly what he’s doing….

Mateo was the best probie. But I’m happy he isn’t probie anymore.

Owen boarding the horse at the firehouse is honestly fucking wild.

Motherfucker they are making me attached to these sisters. Something really bad is about to happen. WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING!

Mass drug smuggling omg.

OH HELL YES NANCY YOU GO GIRL!

Mateo how sexist of you….

Thunder not minding lights and sirens is hilarious.

Owen is really gonna see a red flag in everyone. Which is valid he needs to pick the right fit. Omg😂😂😂

Off topic but I need a better sleep schedule for real.

Oop Owen honey, Judd just called you out.

Campbell and Carlos working together. Hot.

Carlos and TK🫶🏻

Carlos: You are hiding something.

TK: Nuh uh.🙂‍↔️

Carlos: It’s literally behind your back. I can see it🤨🧐

TK: Oh. Yes🙂‍↕️

Every second I get with you is a gift, and I’m done wasting it.

CARLOS I JUST GOT DONE CRYING WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT TO ME!

Thank fuck Marlene is involved now. I knew that was gonna happen. But seeing her riding over🥵 I’d let her ride me….. lol. No joke though. She’s hot as fuck.

Oh that was the end of the episode. Okay then.