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[room-of-lies]

Welcome to my YTTD sideblog ➵ here's my art described!

You can call me Charm! 18↑┃It/its

my art is completely fine to be used for icons/headers with proper credit, but I do not allow reposts!

I draw a lotta yuri, particularly a fun little polyship called safamapiley ^^ u should ask me abt it maybe I interact from @nomz and my general art blog is @cupidswoe

[keiitopop]

★ ; knox/otto/renato + he/they/it + 19 + objectum ♡

hello! i'm a hobbyist artist from argentina, welcome to the bog. i'm schizophrenic so please have patience, and don't be surprised if some things i say make no sense — it tends to happen.

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[timothylawrence]

havent been online much today but lalala i love wyll

[shotmrmiller]

kinktober: gunplay (ghoap x reader) cw: the tiniest of dub-con if you squint 1.8k of this foolishness and im pretty sure i lost the plot somewhere but in my defense, guns don't interest me

When you wake, you notice that Ghost isn’t in the tent. His bedroll neatly rolled up and put away in its usual spot and by the looks of things, he's been gone for quite some time. You sit up, the morning light filtering through the tent's fabric— the soft, diffused glow creating gentle shadows on the ground.

Outside, the air is crisp and sweet, dew still fresh on the grass, damp beneath your bare feet. Soap's lone mare is tied to the hitching post, tail flicking lazily as she eats off the hay net.

The campsite is quiet except for the chirping of birds and Soap's deep, growling snores coming from behind you. Ghost isn't here. Ghost isn't here. The thought bounces around in your skull, heart loud in your ears as the realization begins to sink in.

You could get away, slip away unnoticed from these two who've kept you as their reluctant companion since they wrangled you up in a rowdy saloon a couple of towns back with your hand deep in someone else's pocket. "Behave and we won't give ya up for the meager bounty yer worth." Or worse. The three of you knew no one would miss you, no family or friends to claim the body if you ended up face down on a riverbank.

It’s now or never. Freedom stands in front of you in a glossy, white coat and a braided mane, but being Soap’s horse, even approaching her will be a gamble. You'll just have to risk getting bucked off and trampled on.

When you go back inside to gather the few belongings you've got, you spot Soap's gun belt in all its worn leather glory lying in a tangled heap in the corner, revolvers still snug in their holsters. He must've gotten in late from town, the reward for the bounty he turned in last night traded in for hooch.

A mistake. His costly mistake. And a chance to ride his mare relatively unharmed. Your fingers tremble as they wrap around the handle, the ingrained symbol digging into your palm as you tighten your grip. You may not be a gunslinger with the fastest draw in the West, but you do know what end to point at someone.

But Soap's a bounty hunter and a damn good one. His reflexes are fast— faster than they should be with his dense, muscular build.  You've seen him close gaps with an unnatural speed that’s left even the toughest men reeling. He's a relentless force of pursuit when he wants to be and keeping him at a distance is a losing game, especially when you've no prior experience using a gun. Your only option is to corner him, limit his options. Every man bends the knee to power, and right now, you've got it in your clammy hand.

You straddle him, knees planted firmly on either side of his lower ribs, and press the barrel onto the left side of his jaw. Incredible, not even a hitch in his breathing, as if you're not sitting on him with your full weight. Fisting the front of his union shirt, you tug, the sharp, sudden sting of his chest hair being pulled taut waking him out of his deep sleep.

His bleary eyes snap open, blinking away any traces of sleep within moments, the new day's light catching the edges of his irises, making them gleam with an almost otherworldly brightness as they sweep the tent for any real danger.

Your breathing turns ragged once they land on you, satisfied, a wolfish grin tugging at the corner of his lips, revealing a hint of teeth. Dread claws at your gut, your nerves rattled, but you meet his gaze head-on. There is no room for hesitation, for doubt, not when the man you've got pinned with his own weapon is more touched in the head than Ghost is.

"I ken I'm handsome but all ye ‘ad t'do was ask, hen. I'm achin' fer the hair o' the hound if ye got any, though." His tone gives away nothing, his body completely lax. Even the rise and fall of his chest is steady, slow. You know better than to believe he isn't waiting on you to make the next move to retaliate, so you don't move. Neither of you do.

"You'll take me to town and you'll leave me there. Compared to the other folk you rope up and dump at the Sheriff's feet, I'm worth nothing." You'll make yourself scarce, move to a different state, maybe. A new life, a decent one. Honest work.

His smile widens, the puckered scar on his chin stretching. "Didnae think to take my girl? She's righ' there, saddle 'n all." Soap must think you daft.

"I want to disappear without drawing a target on my head large enough for you to see from across state lines." He would've hunted you down for sport, at that point. Soap blinks once, thrice, and then you have a solid weight pushing on your back, sudden and unexpected, forcing your upper body forward, your shoulders hunching in reflex.

The very familiar scent of earth and mildly ripe sweat sends a shiver licking up your spine, locking every notch firmly into place. Why you hadn't heard him arrive at camp or open the flaps to the tent is now irrelevant. Ghost is here now and you've nowhere to run, definitely not with Soap grabbing onto the soft of your waist, tethers made of human flesh and bone.

The weathered leather of his glove feels unexpectedly soft as his fingers curl around your trembling hand. "If you're gonna threaten ‘im, ya gotta do it proper," he mutters, breath warm against the shell of your ear. His voice is a low, rolling rumble, the kind he takes when calming his panicked horse.

"Easy now, settle down, loosen your arm a little." It does nothing to soothe you, Ghost looming larger than the gun in your grip, making it feel almost insignificant— a mere prop in the face of his overwhelming presence and the voice in your head screams at you to bare your neck, submit, and hope he goes for your jugular quickly, death seemingly a better choice than whatever game he’s making you play. "Open up, Johnny."

He does so readily, a transparent string of saliva stretching between his top and bottom teeth. Ghost's denim-clad thighs bracket yours as he settles comfortably behind you, his barrel chest engulfing the entirety of your back with space to spare.

Soap lies there with his tongue out like a dog on a hot, summer's day, mouth open wide enough for you to see the ridges and grooves of his molars. Ghost forcibly moves your hand, metal scraping against Soap's stubble with a coarse, gritty sound.

“Lie still Johnny, ya hear?” his pointer finger hovering over the trigger. The lump that’s risen to your throat makes breathing hard, each swallow a struggle. You never intended to fire a shot, just hoped the threat of life and death would be enough to make things go your way. 

“W-wait,” you gurgle out but Ghost’s hand only tightens around yours. 

“Can’t get cold feet now, sweet’eart, not when Soap’s southern blood is pumpin’ ‘cause a you.” His-? You take notice of it then, the rigid swelling between your legs, pushing up into your center. As if to drive the point home, Soap bucks his hips while pulling you down, making the inseam of your pants brush against your pearl. 

“Oh-,” he does it again, and again, the leaden lump of dread that had once anchored itself in your belly begins to melt away, becoming an insistent ache that quickens your heartbeat and warms your veins, a mellow heat radiating from your core outward.

And then two things happen at once. 

Soap takes the pistol’s barrel into his mouth, slightly pursing his lips as he creates a seal around it, and his cheeks gently hollow as he bobs his head forward and back, and Ghost slowly weaves his unoccupied hand south, under your jeans and underwear, the roughened tips of his fingers quickly finding what you’ve been forced to neglect for months. 

Soap grunts, a gravelly resonant sound— rich and full— when you dig your nails into the meat of his chest as Ghost jerks erratic little circles on your puffy clit, sending shockwaves through your stomach, each wave headier than the last. 

“Can’t let ‘im ‘ave all the fun, eh?” The pressure on your waist is enough to ache, your flesh already throbbing beneath Soap’s hands, and the closer you get to the precipice, the harder they squeeze. 

Metal clacks against tooth every time your body tenses, muscles constrict, unable to keep your arm steady even with Ghost’s iron grip over your own. Soap’s a slobbering mess, spit dribbling down his chin, pistol glossy with it as he sucks on it as if it were a man’s cock instead.

(Maybe he wants it to be.) 

A couple of hiccups claw up your throat as the sticky, wet sounds of Soap’s mouth get drowned out by the shrill ringing in your ears as you teeter on the sharpened edge, Ghost’s pace on you turning frantic, almost violent, and—

“Keep those pretty eyes on Johnny, he’s been dreamin’ of lookin’ at ya in the face while you come.”

Ghost tossing the gun aside, metal skidding across the floor, and you’re coming apart with Soap’s tongue in your mouth, swallowing your every gasp and moan.

It tastes like the lubricant he uses to clean his gun. Metallic. Tangy. Slightly acrid.

You’re barely able to draw in a breath when Ghost is already tugging your pants off, waistband coming to settle snugly right below your arse, exposing only what he needs, a couple of fingers gliding along your folds, curling right at your entrance.

But he doesn’t do what you expect; for him to sink into cunt, fill it to the brim, distended until you’ve got tears clumping your eyelashes and blood on your tongue. 

(It’s been a very long time since you’ve last laid with a man, and not one has ever been as big as he in stature.)

Instead, he takes Soap’s bare length in one giant paw, using your creamy slick for better friction, and ruts his own heavy cock against it until they’re both spurting the warm spend Ghost crams into your needy hole with two fingers.

“‘M not fuckin’ you, not after your stupid little stunt,” he says as if he’s talking about the weather, and you’re not sure if laughing will stop the hysterical sob about to slither past your trembling lips. 

Soap stares up at you with a heavy-lidded gaze, content, satiated unlike you, and pinches your cheek with his fingers. “Next time ye want tae threaten a person—,” his voice peters off, and you can feel Ghost wiping his hand on the back of your shirt before reaching for Soap’s pistol and pressing a button, the cylinder dropping open.

Empty. Every single chamber is hollow, like the empty sockets of a honeycomb. “Make sure it’s loaded, sweet’eart.”

Un. fucking. Believable.

[prettiedup]

hai! your toji fics are SO SO good! i was wondering if you could write toji with a size and/or corruption kink and shy reader? like she covers up her face and can barely make eye contact without blushing

/ᐠ. ｡.ᐟ\ ˎˊ˗ theyre roleplayin toji bein her dads bsf ! jus wanna add that so it makes sense ^_^

you felt so so dirty. especially with a guy that’s years older than you having his rough hands wrapped around your neck while his cock bullies its way inside your dripping pussy. everything felt so deliciously wrong. he’s so strong, he’s easily pushing your body deeper into the couch cushions while he practically lays on top of you and pounds your pussy. the couch shuffles and creaks with every movement, and for a brief moment you wonder if it’s going to break. 

you let out a loud moan when he hits a spot inside of you that has your eyes rolling into the back of your head. you wish you could hold him, grab him, something一anything. your movement is limited due to him having both of your wrists pinned to your back. he only uses one hand to keep your limbs restricted, a subtle reminder of how much bigger he is than you.

“t-toji! t-this is so nasty! ah!” you dramatically kick your feet against the couch. you pretend to put up a fight, trying your ‘best’ to scramble away.

“i see the way ya’ look at me when he’s not lookin’.” toji chuckles in your ear. the tip of his tongue darts out to trace the outline of your ear. your body shivers under his, your stomach’s clenching and you can’t help but to swallow your spit roughly. “‘s okay. ‘mma give it t’you.” he continues his teasing while plummeting into you.

you can only whine at his words. you feel so small under his muscular body, and with him restricting you, the feeling grows tenfold. his hips smack against the fat of your ass while his thick dick throbs inside of your sensitive walls. 

you push your own face into the cushions. everything felt so overwhelming. he’s the biggest you’ve had, ever. and for someone so strong and big to be on top of you dominating and degrading every inch of your body felt good.

“nooo, sir. d-dunno what you’re t-talkin’ ‘bout.” your words are muffled and slurred. toji can barely hear you from the sound of your skin slapping together.

he frowns to himself before he’s suddenly sliding his lubed dick from inside your dripping pussy. you’re quick to look back at him with a pout on your lips. usually, you would’ve been grateful for the small break toji provided but it was just getting good.

“tojiiii.” you drag his name. “f-felt so good. why-why'd you stop?” you say while sitting up from your previous position. you're embarrassed to admit that him even though he's your source of pleasure.

“can’t fuckin一”he cuts himself off by sighing. he runs his fingers through the strands of hair that stuck to his forehead from sweat. he looks down at you, you’re sitting so pretty and pliant with that adorable pout on your glossy lips. “stand up.” he tells you.

with a curious glance thrown his way, you stand up. “what are you doi一eek!” you squeal when he suddenly grabs you. he turns your back to his chest, and with a forceful hand, he presses down on your mid back, forcing an arch into your back. you can barely breathe when he slips his cock back inside you. he grabs your arms and pin them behind your back, you feel absolutely dizzy from how fast he switched positions.

“feel good?” he asks while slowly rocking his hips into you.

“mhmm!” you hum. your hum grows louder as he takes your confirmation as approval to speed up his movements. you grow more vocal as he pounds into your pussy, your body shakes with how hard he connects with you. all you can think about is how full you are.

he uses your pinned arms as leverage to make sure you don’t fall forward. “shit.” he mumbles to himself. the new position has him digging deeper into your walls, he’s so deep that it almost hurts.

you’re not sure if you’re moaning or screaming, maybe even both. your brain is officially jumbled as he fucks into you like he hates you.

“yeah, cum for me, girl. hurry before your daddy comes back.” he slaps your ass a few times as his voice drops.

 you can only let out something incoherent as you try to focus on taking his rough thrusts, and breathing.

[illovehaileesteinfeld]

at the ranch with cowgirl!abby 💗

Cw: nsfw, wife!abby, porn with plot, abby pinning you against the wall in a new stable 👀, cowgirl!abby, riding abby's nose, modern au, fem!r, no use of y/n, aftercare, save a horse ride a what..

Abby woke you up early today, only a half hour or so but just enough time so that you could get ready and head to work with her. Having you with her at work made the day much smoother, and today you had agreed to go since they were closing the bar early and no assholes would be day drinking.

"mm.. abs.. s'too early.." you had protested, the sun only beginning to shine through the farmhouse window. She was laying on your chest, already wearing her work jeans and a tight buttoned flannel. She placed soft kissed on your neck, smiling above you.

"cmon, pretty girl, s'time to get up" she whispered, gently sucking at a soft spot on your neck. She leaned up once she was satisfied with the mark she left, watching you watch her as she sat at your legs.

Lazily leaning against your wife, abby smiled softly, taking hold of your thighs and wrapping your legs around her waist as she lifted you from bed, setting you on the bathroom counter and brushing through your hair for you. Her own long blonde hair was already in a neat braid, a few strands poking out in the front.

As abby finished up with your hair, you had grown less sleepy, still leaning against her as you hopped off the counter and began to brush your teeth. She kept her hand on your thigh, softly caressing you until you finished, leaning up and pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

as she sat down and pulled on some socks, you walked into the closet you two shared. Abby had her eyes on you as you changed, putting on a denim skirt and black tank top, along with the boots Abby bought for you. Placing on a necklace and the large diamond abby had married you with, you were ready to leave with your wife.

"mm, so pretty darlin'.." abby said, her hand resting on your lower back as the two of you went downstairs. She took some cereal and milk out, watching as you tiredly sat on a stool before placing a bowl in front of you. As the two of you ate, abby sat beside you, softly rubbing your thigh with her right hand.

breakfast didnt take long, and soon enough abby wore her muddy boots and was placing her hat onto your head. You wore a smile at the gesture, looking up at the beautiful woman.

almost 15 minutes later, the two of you were in the newly built stables, and you helped ab's prepare for the foals to grow into. Her own horse, mable, had given birth almost two weeks ago, and the new stables had only recently been finished. Though you came to help abby stock them, she had insisted you sit as she began to fill one of the stalls up with necessities.

Abby had returned to the stall, setting a bale of hay on the ground. You watched the way her pants tightened around her thighs and ass as she crouched down, squeezing your thighs together as you watched your wife. She was incredibly hot, with sweat lacing her forehead when she turned to face you, immediately noticing the look in your eyes.

"Mm, someone needy, baby?" She asked, tilting your chin upwards as she now stood between your legs. A blush covered you cheeks, eyes trailing over her pretty face, especially her nose.. god, thoughts filled your head so quickly, your thighs had squeezed tighter without you noticing, but she definitely did..

"mm, pretty girl need somethin'?" She smirked, pushing your hair out of your face. A small whimper had escaped your lips, unable to say anything else. You noticed the change in her eyes, switching from a look of amusement to one of lust. Her lips raised in a smirk, your eyes trailing back up the bump of her nose.. god you could feel yourself growing aroused at just the thought of her..

Abby's hands were on your shoulders, trailing down your arms before lifting them up by your wrist before she pinned your hands above your head in one of her own.

"so pretty, baby.." she said, trailing her callused fingers over your chin.

"mm.. abs.." you mumbled, wanting to be hers in every way.. her hand moved down to your waist after a moment, tugging with need at your skirt, her eyes meeting your as you nodded with permission for her to continue. It didnt take long after that for the position to change, your skirt down to your knees as she pressed you against the wall. her hand trailed over your ass, softly pressing on the skin before moving it closer to your soaking entrance. She smirked down at you, realizing just how turned on you were as she softly rubbed you clit, whimpers escaping your lips.

"mm, fuck baby.." she said, wishing for nothing more than you as she dipped her fingers into you. A gasp of a moan left your lips, abby's soft praises turning you on even more as she fucked you. Her fingers dipped in and out of you, moving quickly with her thumb working your clit. She was quickly stimulating everything you needed, soft whispers of "oh, so good baby" or "good job baby, taking me so well" quickly had your stomach churning.

it didn't take long, your body tightening around abby's fingers as she continued fucking you, still going as your head fell back and you came onto her hand. She continued whispering praises, kissing softly along your neck from behind before taking her fingers out of you, putting them into her mouth and turning you around to hold eye contact as she sucked them, cleaning you off of her.

a moan escaped your lips at that, wanting nothing more than to ride her in that moment.. the way she looked at you told you she would do anything right now.

"fuck baby.. wanna sit on you.. ride that pretty face" you said, your voice breathy as you recovered.

"mm, anything you want, pretty." She said, letting go of your wrists before adjusting your positions. She now lay on the bench you were sat on before, your legs on either side of her pretty face as you slowly moved down to sit on her lips. You couldn't decide what you wanted to do, admiring her nose as she held your thighs on the sides of her head.

sliding up a little on her face, a moan escaped your lips as the tip of your wife's nose touched your soaking pussy. She smirked, her eyes shut as her warm breath touched your ass. You hopelessly grinded your pussy against her nose, the way the small bump hit your clit oh so perfectly. Your thighs tightened around her head, your hands tangled in her now messy braid as you let out gasps, doing anything for more of her.

quickly moving your hips against your wife's face, she pressed you down lower, the tip of her nose even further in you soaking pussy. This alone nearly sent you over the limit, but when she continued pushing you down onto her nose you could barely take it anymore, biting sharply onto your lips as you felt yourself tightening once again. She knew you would cum soon, still continuing her actions as you let out whimpers and moans.

just a few more times of ab's pushing you onto her nose, you couldn't help the way your throat dried up and how quickly you released onto her skin. You felt her push you back a bit, now resting on her lips as she licked you clean. The way she swirled her tongue around you was breathtaking, her eyes piercing into yours as you moved so you now sat on her chest. You watched her licking her lips clean, her hands back on your hips and lifting you into her lap as she sat up.

"mm, rode me so well pretty girl.." abby whispered, softly rubbing your stomach and placing innocent kisses on your skin as you caught your breath. As your chest now rose and fell evenly, she gently pulled your underwear back up to cover your pussy. She still rubbed your stomach and held tightly onto you as she did the same with your skirt, kissing your neck and chest innocently as she held you.

"think that was enough work for today, baby? Wanna go get you sum' rest at home, hm, pretty girl?" Abby asked, holding you tight as she stood. You nodded, slightly embarrassed of how easy you had came, but went with what she said as you were carried to the car, and your unbelievably handsome wife drove the two of you home for some rest.

[lucifertoxics]

jealousy, jealousy: marcus lopez

| pairing: marcus lopez x reader

| genre: situationship with a one night stand

| warnings: angst, minors dni

| word count: 1.5k

| aura's note: i had this scenario in my head for more than a month, but now i finally managed to write it, so enjoy :)

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He didn't truly think that he would get too attached to what was supposed to be a one time thing. Marcus didn't think the situationship you two had would escalate. He wanted to be the only one that could feel you, see the way the corner of your lips upturn whenever he made a small joke.

One that wanted to make you laugh at. And now that he saw you teasingly flirt with another guy, it pissed him off. He wanted to go over there and beat the shit out of the guy, and the kiss you in front of him.

You look over to him, finally hearing the doorbell ring, knowing that it was time to go to class. That's when you and the boy stop talking, as he left to go class, that's when you left to do the same thing.

He saw you leave the boy and walk away, his fingers twitched and he wanted to chase after you, but he knew he couldn't. You weren't dating. You two were just messing around and didn't label it anymore. Just casual hooking up and flirting. He was supposed to be okay with that. He leaned back on his leaning chair and groaned, burying his head in his arms and rubbing his temples. "Dammit, Marcus..."

You knew he was a jealous man, the moment he layed his eyes on you. After the class ended, you had to get to him, knowing that he was now jealous at you for talking to that guy.

Marcus was leaning on the railing, arms crossed and fingers twitching when he spotted you. his teeth were gritted as his eyebrow twitched. You can see some of the veins on his temples pop out but he was trying to keep himself from exploding. "Hey" he said, sounding rather annoyed. "Got a hot date after school then?"

You roll your eyes annoyed by his jealousy, that's when you decide to wrap your hands around his neck, carressing his cheek, pouting a bit. Hoping it can convince him to not be so mad at that guy. "I don't like him, he's kinda boring anyways."

"So you only flirt with boring men? Damn, that's a new one." He glared at you, but it faded slightly when you wrapped your arms around his neck. He felt your touch on his cheek. His lips parted when he saw you pout, and leaned a bit closer just so he'd get a reaction out of you. He didn't expect you to do that. He expected you to get annoyed, but not to pout. His eeys widened slightly. He was surprised.

"Since when do you call yourself boring." You say in a teasing voice. "And yes, maybe i was flirting, maybe i wasn't, depends on you, but if you call talking about homework flirting, maybe we should talk abour homework more." You say teasingly while giggling.

His lip twitched and he let out a soft laugh. He was trying so hard to stay angry at you. He was trying so, so hard. You couldn't hear his thoughts, but he was thinking about how much he'd love to see you pouting while he pinned you against the wall and rubbed his fingers through your curls and kissed you right there...but he was supposed to be furious. He was supposed to tell you off. "Oh so now you're a tease?" He asked playfully.

"Don't tell me you were jealous" You said pushing his shoulder playfully. "And from the way you were looking at that guy, you could have killed him right there." You said giggling, still teasing him.

"Maybe i was, hm?" He shot you a playful grin, wrapping his hand around your wrist to pull you closer. You were so small, even though Marcus was only 5'11. "And are you saying that you don't want me to be jealous? You like making me jealous?" He asked in a teasing way, and that seemed to make him less angry. He loosened his hold on your wrist and he moved a step closer. The two of you were so close together that he could breathe in the scent of your hair.

"Let's say that you look hot when you're jealous." You said breathing heavily, as soon as he was close to you. You whispered the word "hot", feeling too embarassed to say it boldly into his face. "And i like seeing you that way."

His heart raced when he heard you say that, and he had to force himself to not close the distance any further. He wasn't dating you, so he couldn't even act on the urge to kiss you. But it was a temption one. A very tempting one. "So you like seeing me jealous, huh..." His lips parted when he spoke and his gaze dropped onto your lips. He tried hard to hold back but he couldn't do it anymore, He brought his lips closer to yours.

"Mhm" You nod, still maintaining eye contact. That's when you found yourself looking at his lips, biting yours. "And possesive...it's just...hard to explain..." You said breathing heavily, wrapping your hands around his neck, leaning in.

He couldn't help but let out a soft grunt when you wrapped your hands around his neck. It was a move that was quite new, but he enjoyed how bold you were all of a sudden. His hands wandered to your waist, his head tilting a bit as you both got closer. It was like his body was taking over. A surge of excitement and adrenaline shot up as he leaned in, and after a long anticipation, his lips brushed yours.

You kissed him back, coming closer with your body to his. Playing with his hair as the two of you continued to kiss. You were on your tiptoes to manage to kiss him as he was taller than you expected.

Marcus’s hands traveled to your hips and he held you there as the two of you pressed against each other. He enjoyed the feeling of your lips on his. The taste of your tongue, your fingers twisting in his hair, the way your breath hitched as he pulled you closer to him. His lips felt so warm against yours, so soft and smooth. The adrenaline kept pumping. The rush of emotions all at once was a lot, but he didn’t care. He just cared that he was kissing you.

After the kiss, you managed to catch your breath. That's when you realised, as you looked at him, that almost everyone in the school saw the two of you kiss. Nuzzling your head into Marcus chest, feeling embarassed.

He wrapped his arms around your waist more tightly as he felt you nuzzle your head into his chest. He kissed your head a couple of times before he looked up and around the area to see if anyone was still staring. A few were, but quickly averted their eyes and just pretended that they didn’t see anything. Marcus chuckled and he pulled back, looking down at you. One side of his lips turned up into a playful grin. He raised his hands and held your chin. "Embarrassed?"

"A bit" You said looking at him. "I just wasn't sure that you would want to make this official." You said on a teasing tone, blushing a bit.

"Ah, that depends." His eyes twinkled, his hands were still curled around your chin. He was just teasing you at this point and his grin only got wider as he saw your blush. His finger traced the outline of your bottom lip. "Would you want to make it official?" He asked jokingly, as if he wasn’t the one who kissed you in front of an entire crowd…

"I wouldn't mind." You said while biting your lip, feeling embarased still keeping eye contact. "I mean we have been on and off for some time and since you don't want me to talk to other guys.." You said, feeling your words trailing off, in a teasing tone.

"Hmm, really?" He looked down at the little pout on your lips, your eyes looked quite cute when you were that way. He couldn’t say no to you, even if he was joking. The feeling of being possessive was a rush itself. He liked the thought of you all to himself. His finger traced that pouty lower lip of yours. "And are you going to be a good little girlfriend if we do?" He asked teasingly but there was a small tint of possessiveness to it.

"Maybe a bad little girlfriend." You said tilting your head, kissing his cheek. "You know i've never been a good girl."

He let out a small cough in an attempt to stop his chuckle but it escaped a little too late. He found it adorable that you were acting all tough and sassy, thinking that it’ll throw him off, but the truth is that he was enjoying it a lot. He didn’t care if you were bad. He couldn’t deny that he liked it a lot. "Maybe that’s what I want." He said, and his arms wrapped around you tighter.

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[lipglossanon]

Day 16

Kink: CNC and Degredation

Pairing: Stepson!Leon S. Kennedy x Stepmom!reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, stepcest, consensual noncon, degradation, dirty talk, name calling, unprotected sex, rough sex, creampie, cheating

not proofread

Your husband was due to come home early October, but last minute changed his plans to meet up with some other company men somewhere in Europe. A short little phone call to you to let you know and then nothing. He barely answers your texts now, so it’s nothing new. 

Leon’s always around now, especially since you both crossed that line months ago, letting him fuck you stupid then asking for more. You still feel a twinge of guilt, but it fades faster with every missed call or visit postponement. At least Leon takes care of you in all the ways you need; someone who listens to you—surprisingly—taking care of your emotional needs as well as your physical ones. 

Tonight, he surprised you with a trip to a corn maze. You love all things fall related, so you’re happy with this impromptu trip. Wearing cute Halloween tights with witchy cats paired with a cute skirt and blouse, you’re low key excited for this outing. It’s like a little date. 

Leon promises to meet you at the location, called by a friend to get a ride home after having car trouble. You tell him not to worry about it and you’ll wait for him outside the maze. 

It’s been two hours now and it’s dark out, the last text from him saying he’s on his way before radio silence. Phone buzzing in your hand, you bring it up and slide open the text. 

Tucking your phone into your crossbody bag, you grab it and get out of your car. Feeling a little put out, you give the lady at the booth a few dollars to walk through the maze. You’ll still enjoy yourself, but it’s not the same. 

Since it’s nearly closing, almost everyone is done and gone for the night. You slowly meander through the stalks, breathing in that smell of autumn air—moist dirt and fallen leaves with a hint of hay and woodsmoke. It has your shoulders dropping, the stress uncoiling from your muscles.

You catch sight of someone ahead of you, assuring you’re not completely alone in case you do get lost. You’ve only run into one dead end so far at the start. It’s as your ducking down a new path that a sudden chill races down your spine. Turning, you don’t see anyone behind you which makes the arm yanking you back into a chest all the more terrifying. 

Before you can scream, a hand covers your mouth and you’re tugged further into the stalks. 

“Better keep quiet,” a hot breath hisses in your ear. 

You flail your legs out since an arm is wrapped around your chest like band, keeping your own arms pinned to your side. Jerking your head back trying to hit your assailant, your eyes catch on the wrist watch they’re wearing. 

It’s the same as the one Leon always wears; the blue watch face has a small gouge across the plate from where the band broke and it fell on cement. But you still stay tense, struggling against who you’re 99% sure is Leon. 

He wrestles you down to the ground, scuffing your tights against the dirt until he’s able to wrench your hips over, flipping you onto your back. Nothing but a black ski mask fills your vision making your heart race even faster. You open your mouth and try to bite the fingers muffling your sound. 

“Behave or I’ll have to do more than cover your mouth,” he growls down at you and you glare up at him. 

He pulls your wrists together with a harsh yank, “Keep it shut or this is gonna be worse on you, slut.”

Hot tears prick your eyes and you bite your lip as he pulls his hand away to tie your wrists together. 

“Why’re you doing this?”

He chuckles, a low mean sound, as he flips your skirt up to rip your tights at the crotch. 

“Cause you were asking for it,” his tone a simpering croon. “And this just proves it.”

His fingers brush against your bare cunt, smearing slick along your pussy lips. 

“Only a whore would be wet,” he laughs. “Guess this slutty pussy wants to be raped.”

Your breath catches and you shake your head wildly. 

“No, no, no,” you squirm and try to push away from the man above you. 

“Yes, yes, yes,” he mocks. “Now be a good girl and take it.”

With one hand he grabs your wrists and pushes them above your head, following the motion so he hovers over you. His free hand undoes his jeans so he can pull his dripping cock out to press against your soaked slit. 

“Fuck, tight pussy’s gonna make me work for it, huh,” he groans, using his hand to press his cock into your hole, walls fluttering like crazy around the thick intrusion. 

Gasping, you whimper as he bullies his cock fully inside your clenching pussy. You catch a whiff of cologne (the same kind Leon wears) and it makes you clamp down tight on the cock inside you. 

“God, not gonna last with that fucking gorilla grip of a cunt you got,” he pants heavily into your ear. 

The hand not holding your wrists seeks out your slippery clit, thumb rubbing the pudgy bud in tight circles. 

“Bet this soft wet pussy can’t wait to get creampied,” he groans, humping against you with deep thrusts. “Since you’re soaked from being raped right here where anyone can see.”

 “Shut up,” you mewl, his words fanning your arousal even higher. 

The situation is too much for you both; it doesn’t take long for you to orgasm, pussy fluttering and milking his cock as he keeps rubbing your twitching clit. 

“That’s it, taking my cock like the fucking slut you are,” he shifts his hands to grip onto the fat of your hips, pounding into your sensitive cunt. “Gonna stuff you so full, cream your fat pussy like you deserve.”

He bites off a stuttered groan and ruts against you half a dozen times before spilling hot and thick deep inside your cunt. 

“That’s it, fuck, take every fucking drop,” he grinds against you and you whine, fingers flexing in their binds.

Laying there against you until he catches his breath, he pulls out with a hiss before untying your wrists. Pulling the ski mask off, Leon’s lopsided grin comes into view. 

“Good?”

“Good,” you laugh incredulously. “We’re both lucky it’s late.”

He shrugs, “It would’ve been embarrassing, but hey all’s well that ends well.”

He leans over to kiss you, a soft press of lips so at odds from his earlier actions. 

“I know the way out, so we can get you back to the car,” he eyes the apex of your thighs hungrily. 

Pushing his arm with a snort, you nod, “Sounds like a plan.”

[pennylanewrites]

save a horse, ride a cowboy [reiner braun]

now playing: what was i thinkin’ - dierks bentley

tags: f!reader, chubby!reader, unprotected sex, public sex, hate(?)sex, reiner calls reader a bitch and a cunt, fingering, cowgirl, forced breeding, impact play, dacryphilia, blowjob, tummy bulge, hair-pulling, dubcon

aot masterlist

reiner was raking a stack of hay inside the barn when something obscured the sun rays hitting him. he looked down at polished leather boots with a golden trim and his mood instantly shifted.

“reiner, my horse.” you snapped your fingers impatiently. his jaw locked as he swallowed an insult, and he removed his brown suede hat to talk to you.

you twirled a strand of your hair between french fingertips, bubblegum popping between your front teeth and sticking to your lipgloss as you stared reiner down. you made an annoyed face when he shamelessly checked you out. your plump thighs hid under the beige fabric of your equestrian pants and the buttons of your white collared shirt were due to pop any minute now.

“ain’t in charge of the horses, am i?”

“excuse me?” you raised an eyebrow. “you’re working for me, are you not?”

“i’m working for your father, miss y/n.”

reiner braun loved to get on your nerves. he despised you and your daddy’s money that you flaunted in everyone’s face. he despised your tight little equestrian outfit that costed more than his weekly salary, but most of all he despised your personality.

the way you acted like you owned the world, that every one of his father’s workers had to be at your beck and call, that you looked down at them as if they were dirt.

“my horse?” you pretended you weren’t staring at the beads of sweat that ran down his temple, or his strained muscles and the tan skin of his arms.

“right this way.” he threw his rake away and motioned for you to follow him behind a tall stack of hay.

“is this supposed to be funny? there are no horses-ah!” you yelped when your back hit the wall, but before you could protest, reiner’s filthy, dirty hand slapped against your mouth.

“you act all high and mighty just because your daddy has money.” he growled next to your ear. “but i see how you stare at me.”

“get off me!” you managed to take his hand off your face, wiping your mouth frantically. “you��ll be fired before you know it.”

“bet this is one of your rich girl fantasies.” he pinned your arms over your head with just one hand, the other squeezing your cheeks together. “a filthy worker, fucking the bitchy attitude out of ya.”

“fuck you!” you spat at him, only for him to smirk, slowly wiping the spit that landed on his nose. a heavy hand came in contact with your cheek, making your head turn to the side. you looked up at him through glossy eyes, bottom lip quivering.

“you gon’ cry?” you shook your head from side to side. reiner’s calloused hand ran down your body, settling on your hip, where your shirt had risen up. he squeezed the plush skin before snaking further up your torso. his fat fingers fiddled with the hem of your bra, before bringing both his hands over your shirt, breaking the buttons apart with force.

“hey!” you covered yourself with your arms, only for reiner to bring them down.

“don’t worry doll. your daddy’s gonna get ya a new one.” he caged you between his arms, his lips hovering over yours. you felt his breath on your upper lip, his hands on your tits, shamelessly caressing the soft skin that pushed out of the top of your bra.

and before you had time to realise the situation you were in, chapped lips slammed against glossy ones, fervorous and hungry. reiner’s tongue slipped between your lips, and you let him, feeling the bitter aftertaste of whiskey on it. he pushed your bra down, your tits splaying out against his chest, and he pulled away to look at your curves.

“shame you’re such a cunt.”

your snarky response got lost in a sloppy kiss, reiner’s lips travelling down your jaw, your exposed neck, biting harshly. hesitantly, you brought your arms around his shoulders, fingers settling on his nape and playing with the soft ends of his hair.

a whine escaped your mouth when his hand traveled south, cupping your pussy over your underwear. he leaned down, pulling your pants to your ankles and left a loud smooch on your clit before lifting himself up.

his fingers pulled your underwear to the side, finally coming in contact with your heat. he wasn’t surprised to find you sticky and wet.

“how does it feel, miss y/n?”

“w-what?” your eyes shot open to see him licking his fingers, eyes gleaming as he stared at you.

“knowing a filthy worker ‘s gon’ be inside this little pussy.”

you looked around the barn. you were pretty well hidden, but still. were you really about to have sex with him? in the middle of a barn, in broad daylight? the mere thought made your brain foggy.

“i’m-”

“shh.” his middle finger brought your bottom lip down, before pushing in. eyes never leaving his low-lidded hazel ones, you brought your cheeks in, sucking on the finger. “good girl.”

the praise coming from his mouth went straight to your core, begging for him to pay attention to it again. you didn’t have to wait long for reiner to scissor two slick-covered fingers between your folds, eliciting a soft moan from you.

“shut up. ya wanna get caught?” his fingers entered your cunt with no warning, earning another whine from you. he slapped you across the face, hard, before bringing his hand to your carefully tied ponytail, pulling on it until the hairband snapped. his hand remained entangled with your hair, as his right one worked its way inside you.

you were tight around his two fat fingers, covering them with your slick as he scissored them inside you. you couldn’t begin to imagine what his cock could do to you.

“reiner…” you breathed out, fingernails leaving crescent-shaped marks on his shoulders. he picked up the pace, driving you further up the wall with the mere force of his fingertips. your walls squeezed around him and you tried closing your legs, but he pushed them apart with his knee.

“ya gon’ come already?” he teased, biting your earlobe. and before the knot in your stomach snapped, he pulled away from you, leaving you breathless.

“wha-why…?” you couldn’t even find the right words.

“bitches don’t get to come.” the sound of a buckle turned your attention to him. he pushed your shoulders down, and you fell to your knees in front of him, waited for him to pull his cock out of his underwear.

it was bigger than you thought it would be. wide-eyed, you looked up at him. it stood long and fat, painfully so, with a prominent vein down the right side and a pink leaking tip. he slapped it against your bottom lip and you obeyed.

hesitantly, you brought a hand to the base, pumping it slowly as you worked to fit the rest inside your mouth. with hollowed cheeks, you sucked him in, earning a low groan as his hand met the back of your head.

he pushed your head forward, then used your hair to pull you all the way back, a string of saliva connecting your mouth to his tip.

“take it all.”

“it won’t fit.” you mumbled.

“it will.” he pushed you again, the hair on the top of your head being pulled all ways, making your scalp hurt. you gagged around his cock and flattened your tongue to scrape along the downside, earning a guttural sound from above. you kept pumping what part wouldn’t fit in your mouth, fingertips grazing against his tight balls, coating them with a mix of your saliva and his precum.

reiner looked down at you, ears red and eyes glossed over. he wiped the tears streaming down your face with a grin, licking his thumb after.

“turn around.” he pulled you up by your hair and kissed you sloppily, before gripping your hips to flip you against the wall.

one, two taps of his cock against your ass before he pushed your waist down. you arched your back for him and brought your arms back, holding your ass cheeks apart. he didn’t waste any time, used his tip to gather all the slick from your folds before pushing in.

“fuuuck.” he threw his head back, fingers leaving red marks where he squeezed your hips. “who knew rich pussy was so good.”

you sucked him in almost desperately, your face and torso squeezed against the wall as he stretched your pussy open.

“slower.” you mumbled, trying to shove him away. it was too much, too little prep, too dirty. he held onto your wrists, pulling them back so he could ram into you.

his tip grazed against your cervix and you were gone. your pathetic attempts to cover up your moans echoed against the wall and you tried so hard to keep your legs standing.

his cock was too much. too big for your tight hole. your gummy walls squeezed around him, wouldn’t let him pull out, not that he wanted to.

“stop squeezing.” he groaned, slapping your bare ass. your eyes squeezed shut at the impact, but he soothed the red mark with a soft caress.

“can’t…too much, reiner.” you mewled, turning over your shoulder to look at him. a few beads of sweat trickled down his temple and the veins in his upper arms were popping. the stained work shirt was bunched between his teeth so he could look at where your bodies met.

you suddenly felt empty. you turned around, ready to protest, to see him drag a wooden trunk on the floor. he sat down, pulling you in his lap.

“look at you.” he whispered in your ear before leaning down to kiss your marked neck. “fuckin’ a dirty labourer.” he looked up at you, hand smushing your cheeks together before kissing you harshly.

you lifted yourself up on your knees, lining his cock up with your slit and slowly sliding down. you threw your head back at the feeling. this position allowed more of him to push inside you, which he did with one hard thrust.

he didn’t wait for you to grind on him, no. his arms wrapped around your waist to hold you in place, he thrusted up violently, until you were screaming his name.

“shut the fuck up.” he slapped you across the face. you were too far gone to care, any sliver of attention he gave you going straight to your core to feed your impending orgasm.

“gonna cum…reiner, please.” chants of his name spewed out your mouth as the knot in your stomach finally came undone, and your walls spasmed around his cock.

“ ‘d ya come, little girl?” he gave you a lopsided grin, taking his suede hat off to place it on your head. you nodded, wrapping your arms around him and hiding your face in his neck.

“too much.” you whined, trying to push away from him.

“look at how you’re milking my cock. you want this, don’t ya?” he made you look down at where you two met. your eyes grew wide at the way his tip bulged against your stomach every time he thrusted inside you. he brought your hand over the bulge, pushing it down so you could feel how he fucked into you.

his breath hitched in his throat and he pushed you down, making you take all of him in a painfully good way. you felt his cock twitch and tried to pull away, eyes wide at the way he cockily smiled at you.

“you ain’t goin’ nowhere.” he stilled his movements, groaning loudly as hot spurts of cum hit your cervix and painted your walls white. a few tears escaped your eyes, but reiner kissed them away before his lips met your own in a soft peck.

“relax. you were askin’ for it.”

[bell-swamp-fitzjames]

oops all lieutenants! playlists for the terror (2018)

What an auspicious day! Not only did the davechella playlist post early enough for me to enjoy it as usual, I get the joy of sharing my Edward Little playlist. Along with the other lieutenants of my fav show, minus Jopson who I know could & should be on here, but he got dropped with the doctors in honor of DJ Doll Eyes Sunday. Below will be all the playlists linked & every playlist made thus far can be found on the pinned post in my blog. Check it out, I got a lot of guys so far. Thanks to all who listen to me yap (or check out the playlists), as always this is a lot of fun. And without further ado...

Edward Little [LINK]

пачка сигарет by Kino || Angel by Massive Attack, Horace Andy || Tom's Diner by Vega, DNA || Ladies of the Canyon by Joni Mitchell || She's Lost Control by Joy Division || Cherry Came Too by Jesus and the Mary Chain || Don't Know Why by Slowdive || A Forest by The Cure, Mark Saunders || Ana by Pixies || Deep Water by Strawberry Switchblade || My Evil by Palehound || Deep Water by Vundabar || Ghost by Neutral Milk Hotel || Under Ice- 2018 Remastered by Kate Bush || The River Song by Donovan || Sea, Swallow Me- 2024 Remastered by Cocteau Twins, Harold Budd || Static Shape by Chad VanGaalen || There Is a Light That Never Goes Out- 2011 Remaster by The Smiths || Tibetan Pop Stars by Hop Along || Tainted Love by Soft Cell

John Irving [LINK]

Sun Bleached Flies by Ethel Cain || Losing My Religion by Hootie & The Blowfish || Little Big Mistakes by Tom Rosenthal || God Only Knows by The Langley Schools Music Project || Goodnight Bad Morning by The Kills || Everyman Needs a Companion by Father John Misty || Oh Holy Night by Andrew Bird || Troubled Waters by Cat Power || Divine Loser by Clem Turner || Monkey Gone To Heaven by Pixies || Dissonance- Demo by AJJ || O Come O Come Emmanuel by Sufjan Stevens || Jesus Wants Me For A Sunbeam by The Vaselines || This Night Has Opened My Eyes- 2011 Remaster by The Smiths || First Love / Late Spring by Mitski || Don't Get Lost in Heaven by Gorillaz || Knife Going In- Demo by Tegan and Sara || Your Silent Face - 2015 Remaster by New Order || Picture Of My Dress by The Mountain Goats || Unfucktheworld by Angel Olsen

George Hodgson [LINK]

Shangri-La by Electric Light Orchestra || POOR GEORGE by James Supercave || Erreur 404 by L'Imperatrice || Let's Get Lost by Chet Baker || Adoro te devote by Stirps lesse, Enrico De Capitani || Postcards from Italy by Beirut || Theme From New York, New York- 2008 Remaster by Frank Sinatra || Tried And True by Ween || Soil, Soil by Tegan and Sara || Dreamer by Supertramp || Oh l'amour - Edit by Erasure || Heatwave by Martha Reeves & The Vandellas || Radio Ga Ga- Remastered 2011 by Queen || Boys Don't Cry by The Sure || Waterloo Sunset by The Kinks || Send Me An Angel by Real Life || We Three (My Echo, My Shadow, And Me) by The Ink Spots || Love & Pride by King || It's My Life - 1997 Remaster by Talk Talk || Girlfriend In A Coma by The Smiths

Graham Gore [LINK]

Glow In The Dark by Lil Pump || Lucid Dreams by Juice WRLD || EARFQUAKE by Tyle, The Creator || Doomsday by NERO || The Blonde Leading the Blond by Wax Fang || Outsiders by Franz Ferdinand || Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger by Daft Punk || Hit the Ground by No Mana, Bertie Scott || Alien Boy by Oliver Tree || 3005 Childish Gambino || Fade Out by Seether || Pursuit of Happiness by Kid Cudi, MGMT, Ratatat || Hay Ya! by Outkast || Party and Bullshit by The Notorious B.I.G. || Oblivion by Grimes || Dammit by blink-182 || 4th Dimension by KIDS SEE GHOSTS || Feel Good Inc. by Gorillaz || Beast of Burden - Remastered 1994 by The Rolling Stones || All Caps by Madvillain, Madlib, MF DOOM

Henry Le Vesconte [LINK]

Cold Cold Cold by Cage The Elephant || Frostbiter by Saintseneca || Hopscotch by Pinc Louds || Electric Funeral by Slothrust || General Discomfort by Serpent Cobra || Rainbow in the Dark by Dio || Gouge Away by JEFF The Brotherhood || Guts- 2013 Remaster by Budgie || Mansion of Misery by Miniature Tigers || If I Stay (Awake) by The Worn Flints || Feel the Heat by Me Like Bees || Polly's God by Perfekt Square || Don't Forget the Sun by Wailin' Storms || Codeine by Welles || Sick Day by Fountains of Wayne || Keep in Mind by Breakneck Flow || Sick Shit- Live from Lincoln Hall by Together Pangea || What's Done Is Done by Madde || Black Cat Heaven by Dan Luke and the Raid || Grapefruit High by French Thyme

James Fairholme [LINK]

Frostbite by punkett || Beheaded by The Offspring || Barcelone by Tommy Hools || Eleanor by Cake Bake Betty || Surchin 4 U by Naked Giants || The Party's Crashing Us by of Montreal || There Is No God by Mrs. Magician || I Still Love My Body by Yabadum || Shut Me Down by Godflesh || Jazzhole by Free the Robots || Out Of Gas by Modest Mouse || Fuck Off by The Frogs || Winter's Going by DJ Signify, Buck 65 || Bitin' the Bullet by GROUPLOVE || Like a Star by Mike Krol || Cold Cadaver by King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard || Angel Eyes and Basketball by Foot Ox || Fell Down a Hole by Wolfmother || Hello Cruel World by Dent May || Woof Woof by ARTHUR

[citruswriter]

Confessing

A/N: Since I like to show off my rather extensive list of Melanie Martinez songs, I will be doing this in a "confessing through a love song format". Bc who's gonna stop me?

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Previous Part

"I'm performing at The Collective tonight! It's a new bar/club thing that's open to mutants and humans alike. I applied for a job there and I'll be singing for an hour. I expect to see ya'll there. No you don't get a choice." The text message within the group chat was loud and clear. Everybody was expected to be there. April and Mikey were already discussing outfits, this was your first performance and they expected to be known as your hot fans. Leo and Donnie begrudgingly agreed to come despite their distaste for such environments. Raph absolutely did not want to go but Casey and Vern told him that if they were forced to go, so was he.

That night, everybody came in, some more nervous than others. The current performer was a squirrel mutant that was singing country music. "So good to see you could make it." A voice said. Everybody turned to see Master Splinter. "Dad? What are you doing here?" Leo asked. Master Splinter smoothed down his robes, a nicer set than what he normally wore. "Just came to give our favorite star a pep talk." He answered with a glimmer in his old eyes.

Soon the club erupted in applause as the squirrel mutant bowed and made his leave. A man came up to announce the next entertainer. Applause erupted once more as you came onto the stage. And you were just breathtaking.

✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

Leonardo x Reader 🧡

Song: Highschool Sweethearts

Warnings: Reader is a wolf neko, Reader has golden eyes, Reader wears blue, Reader is dressed feminine, they/them pronouns.

Leo almost choked on the whisky he had ordered. You wore a dark blue silk dress, strapless with a sweetheart neckline. A slit went up to your thigh and you wore black heels that clicked as you walked on the wooden stage. "How's everybody doing tonight?" You said and everybody cheered. Your makeup was light but you were utterly glowing. The simple gold necklace you wore complimented your golden irises, blue sword charm sitting a few inches below your collarbone. "It's so good to see you all, thank you for coming to my first performance here at this lovely club". Cheers erupted once more. Your eyes drifted until they found Leo's. He swallowed thickly, not being able to think with how beautiful you looked. You winked and began to sing, leaving the blue turtle utterly flustered.

You had decided to sing some old 50s and 60s music. You didn't move around much but occasionally somebody would come to the stage and hold up some money, causing you to move their way and take the tip with your manicured nails. Master Splinter nudged his eldest son, causing him to snap his gaze down to his father. "Beautiful young individual aren't they?" He asked and Leo cleared his throat. "You know, I'm so glad I bought that dress for them". He added and Leo stared down at his father. "Come again?" He choked out and Master Splinter chuckled in amusement. "You heard me".

Your performance was amazing. As your time ticked away, you had one more song. "Before I sing my last song here, I'd like to thank you all once again for coming out to The Collective. This last song holds a special place in my heart. This one is for you, Leo". You said, gaze travelling his way once more. Leo's gaze snapped up to look at you and you pinned your ears back with a nervous smile.

"Can we just be honest? These are the requirements if you think you can be my one and only true love. You must promise to love me and damn it, if you fuck me over I will rip your fucking face apart". He didn't know how you could sing the f word so sweetly. But as you sang there on the stage gently swaying, the lyrics spilled out of your mouth like honey. Your confession of your love spilled from your heart and into his. Occasionally you'd touch your hair in anxiety, unsure if you were even doing the right thing. "Could you hold me through the night? Put your lips all over my mine. Salty face when I start cryin'. Could you be my first time? Eat me up like apple pie. Make me not wanna die. Love me rough and let me fly. Get me up, yeah, get me high. Tie me down, don't leave my side. Don't be a waste of my time". You gazed at him adoringly and Leo couldn't help but feel his face heat up beneath his scales. When you finished your song, you bowed and the man from before took the mic once again as you disappeared backstage.

Before long, Leo could see you weaving through the crowd, heels in hand as you now sported some simple flats. "That was amazing!" April gushed, squeezing you tightly in a hug. You giggled and thanked her, heart pounding in your chest as you pulled back. You made your way to Leo and you smiled up at him. "Hi..." You said gently. Leo couldn't help himself, he grabbed your chin and pressed a kiss to your lips. You hummed but gladly reciprocated the kiss, his brothers cheering him on. "I love you so much." He whispered before kissing you again. When the two of you parted once more, you smiled and laughed softly. "I love you too Leonardo".

✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

Raphael x Reader 🧡

Song: Glued

Warnings: Reader is a neko, Reader is dressed feminine, Reader wears red.

Raphael had to stop himself from breaking the glass bud light in his hand as he saw you step up to take the mic. Long velvet black dress hugging your figure in all the right ways, tail poised elegantly as you smiled. But the red, oh the red on your body. Red glossy heels and a bold red lip that graced your smile. "Thank you so much to everyone that came out tonight." You all but purred, eyes scanning the crowd for the one man you so desperately wanted to see. Raph couldn't help but smile at you when he saw how your body relaxed at the sight of him. Fuck you were a work of art. Music soon flowed through his ears as you began your performance. He couldn't help but relax at the sound of your angelic voice. You weren't afraid to move around either, waltzing on the stage and spinning with a flick of your tail. You'd sway your way to those who chose to tip, hand gripping the money as you'd wink at them.

Everybody was enraptured with you, and Raph couldn't blame them. You were utterly gorgeous. Soon, your time was coming to a close. "Before I part ways with all you lovely individuals, I have one more song to perform. Raphael," his eyes snapped up to see yours gazing at him, "this one is for you, my love". Heart lurched into his throat at your words, Master Splinter looking up at his son with amusement. "This was my idea, by the way". He snickered before sipping his sake once more.

"I'm glued to the thoughts in my mind. They pester like a hawk in the sky. I am glued to the love in you. It swallows me whole, you're hard to let go," you sang from your heart, chest tight with anxiety. You knew he loved you but what if he didn't want a relationship? Were you making the right move? You stood still for this song, moving only your head or an arm. Raph couldn't take his eyes off of you. Never in a million years would he think that you loved him back. He knew he didn't think very highly of himself but even so, he knew he wasn't exactly the most attractive of individuals. He was an angry and aggressive brute. He knew how off putting he could be. But as you gazed at him with a lovesick grin, he couldn't help but melt on the inside. "Glued up, sometimes it's too much. I'm fucked up and clueless. I'm stuck in the vortex, stuck in the vortex. Glue-less, life would be borin', empty but no hurting. Is it necessary? Detachment is scary".

As you finished singing your song, you took a small bow, releasing the mic from your grip before headed backstage. Raph had been so lost in thought that he hadn't even noticed you until you touched his arm. "Raphie?" You called softly with a giggle and the man jumped, gripping his bottle once again before looking down at you. "Hey kitten..." He rumbled back. "Did you like my performance, my love?" You said casually but he could see the anxiety in the twitch of your tail. He grabbed your hand and kissed your knuckles. "You were beautiful, my darling". Smiling softly, you dared to step forward again, tail brushing against his scales before it coiled its way around his wrist. Before he could register what you were doing, you pressed your lips against his. It was soft but passionate. When you pulled away, he chuckled at you. "You really are something else".

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Donatello x Reader 🧡 (💚 if you squint)

Song: Light Shower

Warnings: Reader is a moth mutant, Reader is dressed feminine, Reader wears purple, they/them pronouns.

Donnie couldn't help but admire your outfit. A pastel purple mesh mini corset dress paired with black boots, lip gloss and highlighter being the only noticeable makeup on your pretty face. It was a little more bold than what you usually wore but he enjoyed it all the same. As he felt a heat rise in his stomach, he realized he may enjoy it a little too much...

"I appreciate you all coming out to the club tonight. It means a lot to all of us who work here," you said with that crowd winning smile of yours. Music began to play and you started the night off with a Ruth B song. You had decided on sitting on a stool for your performance, only moving to gently take tips from those who held up their crumpled one or five dollar bills, nodding to them gratefully before moving to sit again. Despite your stillness, your wings would buzz and flutter occasionally. As your time came to a close you took a deep breath. "Before I leave for the night, I'd like to dedicate my last song to somebody very special to me. Donnie". Donnie's eyes snapped up, staring up at you as he sipped at his wine. He almost expected a song about best friends and how amazing of a buddy he was. What came next left him utterly shocked.

"You are the light I've been searchin' for forever. Feels like, man, I've really never felt the rain. Buried in the desert, didn't think I'd push through the dirt. You just cleansed me like a waterfall, you came." The words fell over your silken lips, gaze scanning the crowd to seek him out. Eventually you found the giant of a man, expression flustered and shy. He offered you a soft smile and your wings fluttered. You smiled back at him with such affection it almost hurt your heart. You were sure you looked like a love sick puppy right now but you didn't care. You wanted, needed, him to know that you were in love with him. "But you made me want to plan out my last days on earth, eating you. Ooh-ooh-ooh, the tips of your teeth fit perfect in me, you're the shower of light I devour. Any day of the week. Baby, cleanse me".

Tears swam in your eyes as you were almost bursting with so much love for the purple terrapin. Donnie himself felt as if he could burst at any moment. "Such a lovely young thing aren't they?" Master Splinter's voice came suddenly and Donnie looked down to his father. "And to think they were thinking about not confessing. Good thing I gave them that pep talk". Donnie stared down at his father in shock but Master Splinter only chuckled in amusement. Cheers erupted from the club as you slunk behind stage. Donnie spotted you working your way through the crowd, April giving you a hug and beaming about your performance as soon as you got close enough. Eyeing Donnie, you fluttered your wings, buzzing up close to his height. You rested your hands on his shoulders, signaling your desire to be held. Donnie instinctively grabbed your body and held you in his arms as your wings folded and relaxed.

"You did a wonderful job tonight," Donnie said, nuzzling his snout into your neck to breath your scent in. You giggled softly. "Which song was your favorite?" You breathed, a hand reaching up to touch his cheek. "I think that last one definitely did your voice justice." He cooed, pulling back to gaze into your eyes. Leaning forward, you pressed a kiss to his lips, antenna twitching as you did so. Donnie's breath caught in his throat but he kissed you back just as gently. "I'm so glad you liked it."

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Michaelangelo x Reader 🧡 (💚 if you squint)

Song: Jinx

Warnings: Reader has white feathered wings, Reader has long elf-like ears, Reader is dressed feminine.

Unafraid as always, you spread your wings and asked how everybody was doing with confidence. Everybody cheered and you laughed. Mikey couldn't help but drag eyes gaze across your body. Black long sleeved mesh crop top and a vibrant orange mini skirt paired with black boots and orange turtle earrings. You looked utterly divine to this man. As if you could feel his gaze, you caught his gaze almost immediately. Music seeped through the club once more as you began to sing. You decided to mimic his actions, checking him out before biting your lip. Your gaze snapped up to meet his, Mikey letting out a low chuckle as you copied him.

Moving across the stage, you enchanted the crowd with your boldness, tips being straight up thrown on the stage for you to sink down and grab. "Such a lovely thing you managed to find," Master Splinter's voice came. Mikey almost choked on his fruity cocktail. "Oh no. Dad we're not together". He sputtered and Master Splinter looked up at his youngest song mischievously. "So you say". He said with a shrug. Mikey stared at you and then his father and then back to you. What the hell had you two planned?

As if you could sense your thoughts, you laughed on stage, looking at him with a twitch of your ears. Mikey gazed at you curiously and you just blew him a kiss before continuing with your lovely performance, wings and body moving with the music. But as the end of your time came, the slower the songs became. Eventually you stopped, taking a breath to laugh before holding the mic up again. "Unfortunately my time is almost up. But I do have one more song planned. To my dearest, Mikey, this one is for you". Eyes snapped up to you as somebody gave you a barstool to sit on per your request. Settling down, you nodded and music began to play once more.

"Went to the forest to be alone and figure out why I felt so lonely. They say the best company's the one you hold. I guess I never really loved me." Your tone became much gentler compared to the pop songs you had been singing earlier. Mikey decided to sit down in one of the comfy chairs that the back of the club had. He surprisingly fit in it rather comfortably. As you continued to sing, you covered your heart and closed your eyes, carrying out a note with ease. You voice was like milk and honey to Mikey. He loved it. "Laid all my burdens down. And you did the same with me. Two celestial lovers bound to the city. Never been loved so good and fucked so good. I know you’re with me".

When you finally finished your song, you didn't bother to slink backstage. You were too excited to find Mikey. Spreading your wings, you flew over the crowd. When you landed Leo and Master Splinter patted your back, telling you how wonderful you did. You laughed and thanked them before making your way over to Mikey. Groaning, you stretched before sitting down in his lap. "That hour went by so much faster than I expected". You said, relaxing into the orange terrapin when he wrapped an arm around you.

"Never been fucked so good huh?" He said tone teasing and you smacked his chest. "Of course out of the entire love song, you focus on the sex part". You said with a roll of your eyes and Mikey laughed before grabbing your hand and kissing your knuckles. "I'm sorry, my love. I couldn't help but tease, especially since I've never actually fucked you before". He responded and you chirped. "Not from lack of trying that's for sure." You mused, leaning in to press yourself closer to his body. He hummed, in response and leaned in to kiss you. You happily welcomed his advances, leaning into his touch. "I love you, Michaelangelo." You whispered, lips ghosting over his and Mikey smiled up at you. "I love you too, starburst".

AND HERE WE GO! Tbh this is probably the last for my tmnt boyfriend scenarios unless I get an ask specifically for it. I might make a smut one shot for each of them but that's it. I hope you enjoyed all the sappiness.

[miniwheat77]

Save a horse. (Tommy Miller x Farmhand!Reader.)

(I read a fic that mentioned the cowboy hat rule, cannot for the life of me remember which fandom or who the fic was about but that’s a bit of my inspo for this.)

!NSFW, animal death, animal attack, guns, wounds, virginity loss, unprotected p in v sex, 18+ MDNI!

"Who's that?" Joel asks Sarah. He spots a very tired looking girl, she's got plain jeans and a band shirt on. Her face is bruised to hell.

Joel is parked in the drop off line outside of Sarah’s school.

"Oh.. that's Y/N. She's a super senior."

"Why's her face all messed up like that?" He's confused. Sarah sighs. "Nobody really knows but.. before she turned 18, CPS would get involved a lot so.. it's rumored her dad does it." Sarah shrugs. "Jesus." He shakes his head. Tommy sits in the passenger seat. Glancing at Joel. "You friends with her?"

"No."

"Why not?" He asks. "Cause.. nobody likes her." She shrugs. "Excuse me?" He turns to look back at her. "Dad." She huffs. He looks at Tommy. Tommy glances back at her. "Not cool dude. Maybe she needs a friend." Tommy looks back. "Yeah well, I don't. So whatever." She rolls her eyes. “She’s a super senior anyways, she’s way older than me.” She mumbles. Climbing out of the car to go up to the school. "Christ in heaven I thought I raised her better than that." Joel shakes his head.

Tommy shrugs. "She's a kid, kids are cruel."

"Yeah, now to drop you off." Joel rolls his eyes. "Don't even start with me Joel."

"You're lucky this guy is allowing you to do farm work for community service. If not, you'd be picking up trash off the side of the road like everybody else." Joel laughs. Tommy is on probation for a few months along with a thousand hours of community service. He had his work cut out for him.

The drive is quiet, Tommy is nervous but he knows he shouldn't be. The farm isn't too far out of town, maybe fifteen minutes or so, which is nice.

Joel drops him off at the gated dirt road that leads up to the farm and Tommy says he'll call a cab for a ride to Joel's. That's where he's staying for now.

Tommy makes his way up the dirt road, up to the massive farmhouse that's a little dingy. It needs new siding and paint. He knocks at the door, glancing around to get a good look at the farm. "What?" The man opens the door. He's gruff, an old man. "Hi, I'm Tommy. I'm supposed to help out for some community service." He explains. "Ah, nice to meet ya. I'm Jacob." He shakes Tommy's hand, he's got a firm handshake. "Let me show you around." He mumbles. He wastes no time to get right to the point.

For the next couple of hours he shows Tommy everything he's gonna be doing. He shows him how to care for the animals. Driving the extra farm truck to haul hay bales out to the pastures for the cows, feeding the chickens and collecting the eggs. Making sure the animals are in their designated pins at night, and to let them out in the early morning. It doesn't seem too tough.

"Me n my wife are going out of town tonight to pick up some furniture or some shit. Whatever the ol' lady wants. Be gone a few days. The kid will be here to help you figure everything out."

Tommy nods. "Kid?" He asks. "Ah. It's a girl I took in when she was a baby." Tommy wonders why he didn't call you his daughter. "She not here?" He asks. "No. She's at school right now." Tommy nods. "Anyways, we got a little guest house. It's small, you can stay there while you work on the farm if you want. The commute to get here at 5am sucks." He nods. Tommy nods. "Thank you sir. I appreciate it."

When all of the morning work is done, Tommy retreats into the guest house to check it out. It is small, about the size of a shipping container. Just like a tiny house. But it's perfect, considering Tommy has been staying with Joel. He takes the time to call Joel and let him know where he'll be staying and not to worry about him, then he takes a nap until the evening farm work.

When it's about time for the later farm work, he hears the loud diesel farm truck disappearing down the dirt road, letting him know that Jacob and his wife had left. He makes his way out, thinking he's alone when he catches a glimpse of a girl carrying a bucket into the hen house. He makes his way across the dirt road and walks up to the entrance where she is. He opens up the chicken wire door.

"Hey." He smiles. When you turn to look at him, he recognizes you immediately, by the massive bruise you have around your eye. "Hey, you must be Tommy." You say, turning back. Your attire now is far different than it was. Boots, bootcut jeans, and a wife beater. You had gloves on your hands. "Yeah, I didn't catch your name." He reaches a hand out and you shake it. "Y/N." You nod. He smiles. "Right, nice to meet ya. I'll be your farm hand for the next couple weeks" he laughs. You smile. "Cool."

"Your dad is cool with leaving you here with a stranger?" He tilts his head. "He ain't my dad. He knows I can handle myself. But he really doesn't care what happens to me." You mumble. He nods. "Right. Seems that way. That's a hell of a shiner, girl." He laughs. He can see you stiffen slightly. "Yeah, his wife packs a hit."

"She hits ya?"

You nod your head. "Nothing but a drunken bitch." You mumble, tipping the bucket of feed over for the chickens, they all start flocking at your feet and you step over them to get away. Tommy follows you around. "I'm sorry to hear that."

"Don't be." You laugh.

"He show you around?" You ask. He nods his head. "Cool. Thanks for the help Tommy."

He stops following after you, figuring that he should start on another side entirely and help you. He'd meet you some time down the line.

For the next few days, it's the same. Every morning you're awake in the early morning helping Tommy with the work load, every night you're doing more work. He wonders how you balance it with school but you seem to figure it out. He imagines that’s why you’re stuck in high school for another year. Probably held back. He can only imagine how this work takes a toll on your schooling.

Tommy is finishing up work, you've been inside a while now. He was just finishing up putting the chickens away when he hears commotion from the stable. An area Tommy was told not to worry about, Jacob said you'd handle it because you knew the horses better and he didn't want Tommy getting hurt.

Tommy understood.

He can hear the horses going crazy. Something definitely isn't right. He thinks about going and looking for himself but decides he should go get you instead. Feeling bad that he's pulling you away from your free time once more.

He makes his way to the farm house and knocks at the door. You open up the door, looking at him. You're still wearing jeans and that wife beater you like. Only now he can see you don't have a bra on. Your jeans hug your hips and ass just right. He needs to focus. "Something wrong?" You ask. "Uh.. well. Yeah. I just hear the horses going nuts, something doesn't sound right." He explains. "Alright." You nod. Cracking the door for a second. He doesn't see you reach for the table by the door, grabbing the pearl gripped handle, tucking it into your waistband and covering it with your shirt.

You follow him out to the stable and when you step in front of him to enter, he spots it.

Realizing why Jacob trusted you to hold your own.

He smiles to himself. He follows you inside, seeing you shine a flashlight into each of the stalls, but the stall on the end has the lock broken off. "Shit." You mumble. "What?"

"Horse got out." You mumble. You can see in the dirt where she'd taken off, so you follow her hoofprints. Your flashlight passes along the disturbed dirt. You spot the other footprints right away.

"Wait." You stop immediately, Tommy nearly runs into you.

"What?"

"Mountain Lion." You glance. You can't hear anything.

"Shit, stay close Tommy." You mumble. Starting to walk faster.

After a few minutes of walking. you can hear her. Your fast walk turns into a full sprint.

"Shit!" He hears you. You shine your flashlight up, now he can see it, the cat holds onto her back. Clawing at her. "Tommy, ears!" You yell. You grasp the pistol out of your waistband and draw it, aiming at the cat. Tommy covers one ear as you fire the gun a few times. He hears the cat yowl, letting go of the horse and running off. Clearly wounded. Both of your ears ring.

You stand back for a second while your horse continues to panic. She's in a frenzy, bucking and spinning in circles. You start walking slowly toward her, soothing her as you move toward her. "Shhh... it's okay. It's alright." You breathe. Hearing your voice alone she starts to settle. Eyes wide and she shakes her head. She's hurt. You get even closer, reaching out and petting along her neck to calm her.

When she's finally calm, you grab hold of her reigns and start walking back toward the stables with her.

When you get her back, finally getting a good look at her. You can see the deep gashes and bites on her backside. "You can head in Tommy. M'just gonna clean her up." You mumble. "Nah, I want to help. Tell me how I can." He mumbles.

You look at him, almost shocked. Like you're not used to people helping you. You start telling him how to help you. You flush her wounds and dress them, patching her up. Asking Tommy to get you some stuff here or there, but most of the time he just watches. When you're finished, you hesitate. The sun is starting to rise.

"I can handle the morning work if you wanna get some sleep."

He laughs. Your horse is back inside the stable, the door now repaired thanks to Tommy. "I'm fine, darlin." He laughs. "I can sleep when morning work is finished. Maybe you should go up and get some sleep before school."

"Nah, I won't go today." You grasp the gun off of the workbench. "I'm gonna go after that cat, make sure it's dead."

"Alone? I don't think so." He mumbles. You laugh.

———

He helps you find the cat. Seeing that it hadn't made it far from where you'd shot it. You're a good shot. Tommy helps you pack it back to the house. You dress it and skin it, telling Tommy to get started on the farm work while you cut it up. It surprises him at first, there's seemingly nothing you can't do. But he knows the meat is useful, it definitely won't go to waste.

He listens this time. Starting in on the work and letting the chickens out. A few hours later he catches up to what you've already finished. Your half of the work. He spots you sitting up in the hay loft of the barn, legs dangling over the edge. It's been almost a week of Tommy working here. Your dad has been gone nearly this entire time. Your face is even mostly healed.

He makes his way up the ladder, walking up behind you. He sits down next to you, dangling his legs over too. He's tired, exhausted really. But he's not worried. He sits next to you in silence. You'd gone in and taken a shower. Your hair was still damp. The collar of your clean wife beater was nearly transparent from the water. He could smell your body wash and whatever it was, it smelled really good. He felt bad, he still hadn't cleaned up.

"How old are you, Tommy?" You break the silence.

"Ah, I'm 32." He mumbles. "And you're doing community service why?" You turn to look at him. He laughs. He gets embarrassed. Usually Tommy didn't mind telling a funny story of him putting some asshole in his place, but when it comes to you, he feels different. Like he needed to be good, he didn't want you to think of him as some convict. "Cause I'm a dumbass."

You raise an eyebrow.

"I like to drink and have too much fun doing it. Get myself into trouble sometimes." He laughs. "Yeah, a fight?" You look at him. "Mhm. Some guy mouthing off to me in a bar." You nod your head. "Was it worth it?" You look up at him. You're clearly judging him. "Well. I suppose you wouldn't have got to spend time with the coolest guy ever if I hadn't.. so." You roll your eyes with a scoff. "Whatever." You laugh. "That stuff is stupid, yknow?" You look at him. He smiles. "I know. You think I'd learn." He mumbles.

"You a cowboy Tommy?" You ask. "Not really nah." He mumbles. "So what's with the cowboy hat?"

"Had it for a long time." He shrugs. You nod. It's a light colored cowboy hat. "Why don't you wear one?" He asks.

"Not my style."

"Yeah, you like band shirts right?" The words have left his mouth before he realizes just how creepy it will sound.

You look at him in surprise. "I.. wait." He laughs. "I ain't a creep, my Neice goes to the same school and I saw you walking in the doors. A few days ago." You nod. "Gotcha." You mumble. "Who's your niece?"

"Sarah Miller."

You nod your head. "How’d you know it was me?"

"That big ol' shiner made her dad point you out, asked how you got it. She's kind've a spoilt brat." He mumbles. You nod your head. "Right." You laugh. "So.. why don't you wear that stuff at school?" He asks. You shrug. "Don't really want people to know. They're mean enough to me as is." You laugh. He nods. "What's with the wife beaters here? Why don't you wear that stuff at home?" He asks.

"I wear these jeans cause they go around my boots. Wear boots cause I'd ruin normal shoes in just a couple days with mud and stuff. The jeans go over the boots so I don't get stickers and thorns in them. And I rip holes in my shirts and get stains all over em. You can buy like 5 of these in a pack at Walmart for cheap and it doesn't matter if I ruin em." You pause. "And I just wear that stuff to school because they're not farm clothes. Not exactly my style anyways." He nods.

"Makes sense to me. I don't know why I keep the hat. Just like it I guess. Never really had a reason to wear it."

He adjusts his hat and you smile, reaching for it. He catches your wrist. "Ah- you know the cowboy hat rule." He smirks. "What?" You look confused.

"You take a cowboys hat, you have to ride the cowboy." He smirks.

Your eyes widen slightly. "I didn't know that, actually. Thanks for your info Tommy, you pervert." He laughs. "Keeps girls from taking hats, right?"

You stand up, snatching it off of his head. "Does it?" You smirk. You take a few slow steps backward. He turns back to look at you. "Oh, it's like that huh?" He smirks. He stands up, looking at you. "You gonna run from me, hm?" He smirks, taking slow steps toward you. You set it down on your head, tugging it down slightly. "How about you come take it back, big boy." You smirk. He makes a move toward you and you go to turn around to run away but he's faster, grasping onto you. You try to squirm out of his grasp, laughing. He makes a 'tsk tsk' sound with his tongue. You squirm even more, until the both of you are tilting over into the hay, a gasp leaving your lips when you land on top of him. "Shit-" he laughs.

Your cheeks are beat red as you straddle his waist.

He picks up his hat that had fallen at some point, propping himself up on the hay bale. "Why don't you show me what you got, cowgirl." He smirks, setting the hat back onto your head. "Don't think you're ready for it."

"Think you'd be surprised." He's sly. You gnaw at your lip for a second.

"Fine." You mumble. You reach for your waistband.

He looks at you in surprise. He really didn't think he'd get this far. Once you've got your jeans off completely, his hands are on your hips. He feels bad because his hands are dirty. You deserve a better situation. You work at his jeans, unbuttoning them and unzipping them. Tugging the waistband of his boxers down to free his cock. He hisses when you clutch him in your hand. Your hands are soft.

You move up onto him, raising yourself onto your knees and lowering yourself onto his cock. The fat tip of his cock presses past your folds, you swallow him up. "Oh fuck-" he gasps. You lower down around him completely. You squeeze around him, wincing slightly. He catches it, but assumes it's just because you're not used to him.

"Shit." You rock your hips forward. He groans out. "Damn baby. You're so tight." He grits his teeth, seeing you smile.

Your nipples harden and he can see them under the wife beater you've got on. You never did put a bra on. He hisses. "I think I like this more than your band shirts darlin'" You lower your head to where he's looking, seeing the way you look. You roll your eyes. "Yeah, don't want every guy starin' at my tits all day, Tommy." You roll your eyes, the entire time you haven't stopped rocking your hips into him. Bracing yourself and lifting off of him. He notices you don't seem to be all of that into it, not at first anyways. It takes a little bit before you relax into him. Letting out small pants. He glances down, swallowing hard when he sees blood. "I didn't mean t'hurt you honey. Been a while? You even been with a guy as old as me?" He sees you roll your eyes.

"No, and no it hasn't been a while. It's been never." You laugh. He grasps hold of your hips to stop you. "What? What do you mean?"

"I've never done this before."

His eyes widen. "Shit-" he stops you completely. "Why didn't you say something? I wouldn't have-"

You laugh. "That's why I didn't say anything." You cut him off.

"Y/N..." he hesitates.

"Tommy. I'm a big girl and I know what I want. You ain't hurting me, I'm fine. Now shut up." You shake your head, rocking into him. He hisses. No wonder you're so tight.

He flips you over. Rutting his hips into you. He slows down, giving you time to adjust to him properly and taking his time with you. You really start to react to him, clutching onto him. Your eyes are slightly wider than before. Pupils blown out. You're letting out little mewls and cries and it's how he knows you're getting close. Tommy has been riding the edge for a few minutes. Not wanting to cum too fast and embarrass himself.

"T-Tommy." You grit your teeth. "I.. I think I-"

"Look at me darlin'" he says through gritted teeth. "Look at me when you cum sweet girl. Show me how you do it." He smiles. You look up at him, clutching onto his shirt. He hits his high the same time you do, thrusting into you harder than he intends. Hearing you cry out when you cum. Eyes rolling back before they screw shut. He doesn't pull out. He fills you right up with his cum.

He tries not to blush, having been so long since he's been with someone. Tommy doesn't think he's ever been with a Virgin before. This was new for him. "I'm sorry if I hurt ya."

"You didn't.. I got blood all over you though Tommy. 'M sorry." You blush.

He shakes his head. "I don't care baby, you know that. I care more that I made you bleed."

You shake your head. "It didn't hurt that bad. Nothing I couldn't handle." You mumble. He laughs, moving to lay next to you on the hay. He traces your lips with his thumb. "You should've told me. Coulda made your first time at least a little more special. It's supposed to be."

"I don't think I would've wanted it any other way Tommy." You laugh. "Just.. pretend like I wasn't."

"I can't do that. To be honest. It's.. the best I've ever felt." He runs his palm down his jeans. He's tucked his dick back into his jeans by now. Clearly Tommy had liked it, way more than you thought he had. You laugh. "Stick around and maybe it won't be your last with me." You mumble, standing up. "Cmon. I'll let you use the bathroom in the house to clean up. Sure Jacob has some old shorts lying around while I wash your jeans." You nod.

A couple hours later, Tommy's jeans are hung up on a clothes line to dry and he lays in your bed next to you, wearing a pair of old shorts that haven't been worn in decades.

You're sound asleep next to him. His phone buzzes with a text.

Howdy Tommy, Jacob here. Turns out the ol' lady likes it in the big city. Y/N is gonna be pissed when I tell her but you and her are gonna be taking on all the work load until the farm is sold.

Tommy swallows hard. This was about to drive a wrench right through his plans.

Thanks for the heads up Jacob. I can always break the news to her if you don't want to. But outta curiosity, how much are you going to sell your farm for?

There ain't much to it anymore. The house is pretty run down. All we got are just some horses, cows, and chickens. Probably a couple hundred thousand.

I'd be interested. Maybe we should wait to tell Y/N. If I buy it, she's more than welcome to finish out her school here.

Tommy swallows hard, glancing at you as you slept. He wondered if you'd hate him or love him for this.

Sounds good to me Tommy. Either way the girl would figure it out.

———

A couple weeks later, the farmhouse is fully in Tommy's name. He drained his savings for it, but it's his. And it's the only thing Tommy has ever had. And even though Joel thought it was a horrible idea, Tommy didn't. Not as long as you were here. Tonight, he was breaking the news to you.

"So uh.. can we talk?" He asks.

Your relationship had been strictly platonic after that day in the hay loft. You hadn't made another move and Tommy hadn't pushed. But since Jacob had been gone for so long, he'd been helping you cook dinner and he'd been inside the house a lot.

He figured you'd be really mad at him after he tells you what he's about to. You sit down on the couch across from him. Opposite him and between the two of you lies an antique coffee table. "What's going on?"

"A couple weeks ago.." he sighs. "The morning after uh... the hay loft." He laughs. Looking down at his hands. They're entwined together in his lap. "I got a text message from Jacob." He mumbles. Running his hand over his stubble. "He said that uh.. his wife liked it in the big city." He looks up at you.

"He ain't coming back, is he?" You ask.

Tommy hesitates for a second. Shaking his head. "He.. said that you and I would be working here until he sells the farm."

He can see the tears gathering in your eyes. "But.. did he say anything about me? About where I go? My horses?" You stand up. "Hey- just sit down alright? Relax." He breathes. He makes his way round the table, sitting down next to you. "He told me how much he was selling the farm for. It wasn't all that much." He bites at his lip. "But no. He didn't say anything about you. And he said everything goes."

You look down. "Why did you wait so long to tell me this?"

"Because. I just.. had to think about some things alright? But the farm sold."

He can see your heart break in your chest, so this is where he needs to say it. Your eyes are fixed on the coffee table in front of you. Tears pool at your waterline but you don't let them fall.

"He sold it to me."

Your eyebrows narrow, eyes drawing up from the coffee table to look at him. "What?"

"I bought it from him."

You say nothing else for a minute. Before standing up. "Tommy, I'm sorry but are you stupid?" He laughs, surprised at the words coming out of your mouth.

"This farm is nothing but a burden. The work sucks and it's worth nothing!"

"You really think so?" He smiles.

"Tommy. You had the opportunity to leave all of this behind and forget about this stupid farm and everything on it. I would've forged his signature on anything you needed to get away. Why didn't you?"

"Cause.. Y/N." He smiles. "I'm nothing but a fucking wreck outside of this farm. Having something that relies on me like these animals, it gives me something to keep out of trouble for. And I don't mind it all. I quite like it actually." He laughs.

"Now.. for.. what I was gonna bring up." He wipes his eyebrow. "You're more than welcome to stay. You don't have to move anything at all, you don't even have to help me with the work load like you do now, just focus on school n I'll take care of ya. On one condition."

You look at him.

"I'll need your help fixing it up." He smiles.

"Okay." You nod. Looking down. "Okay Tommy. Thank you."

"Hey. No need to stress alright? We'll get this farm back in business and get this shit handled." He claps his hands together. "But it's late and you got school tomorrow, so you better go get some sleep." He smiles.

———

For the next couple months, Tommy sells a bunch of old farm equipment and spends every single dime putting it back into the farm. The biggest thing that needed updating was the farm house and the barn. He focused on those things and even had Joel out to help him with it. When the farmhouse and barn were completely updated, it really started coming together.

They had new siding, new paint, the insides were completely updated and remodeled. Even Joel couldn't deny just how nice it looked. The kitchen had brand new countertops, he got your bathroom sink working and not leaking for the first time in your life. It was amazing.

After that though, Tommy hit a dry spell.

Tommy spent the next few months doing contract work with Joel. Outside of bills, he saved every single dime he made. After the winter was over, he started in on everything else and since you had graduated. You slaved away day and night helping him alongside Joel.

You drew up some plans with Tommy and completely changed everything about the farm. Made an entire blueprint for where the animal pins will be, where they'll fit best. He fixed up the horse stables, and found a few new animals to add to the farm. He got in new calves, sold off some cows, got more chickens and added ducks. He even helped you start a garden and it seemed to flourish.

It didn't take too long after that. Once the farm was in the swing of things, it had already paid for itself along with all of Tommy's debt and he didn't owe a single thing aside from regular bills. But groceries didn't cost much since he grew his own, he had a massive savings account for any reason at all. Maybe some vet bills here or there. But that was it.

Joel was proud.

"I gotta say little brother, I'm impressed." Joel nudges him with his elbow. "Trust me, if you're shocked, I'm even more shocked." He laughs. "You've done pretty damn good. I mean this is the longest you've been off probation in how many years?" Joel laughs. "Ah. I think I'm over all that stuff. I love it out here. No people to piss me off. I'm always busy so I got no free time to fuck this up for myself. I think I'll hold onto it." He smiles.

"I gotta ask though." Joel's eyes follow your form as you walk out of the newly finished chicken coop.

Same tight bootcut jeans and a wife beater. "What about the girl?"

"What about her?"

"Why'd you take her in? Trying to play dad?"

Tommy laughs. "Oh god no. Y/N.. she's about like talking to a fifty year old woman. She doesn't get bossed around and she's a good girl. Works real fucking hard." Tommy slicks his hair back. "Jacob is a real prick, I only met the guy once though. You know the story. I couldn't just tell her to get lost."

"You ain't like.. in a relationship with her or something like that... right?"

"Nah, nothing like that." Tommy's cheeks flush.

"You said that like you wouldn't be mad if you were."

"Well.. we're definitely past the friend stage if you know what I mean." Tommy laughs, leaning up against the fence post. "Jesus Christ Tommy. The hell happened? That girl is real young." Joel shakes his head. "She's over eighteen Joel. And It only happened once, 'bout a year ago. Couple months after I first got here." Joel nods. "What exactly happened?"

Tommy laughs. "She took my hat."

Joel is confused for a second, realization crossing over his face when he realizes the kind of hat Tommy has on.

Tommy leans off the post and starts walking away. "Jesus Christ." Joel rolls his eyes. "Cowboy hat rules Joel!" Tommy calls to him. Joel starts to follow after him. "Crazy motherfucker.." he shakes his head.

———

You sat across from Tommy, you'd made him dinner.

You couldn't be more grateful for Tommy coming into your life. You'd most likely be in some dingy apartment in the city or on the streets. He saved you pretty much. Thats why you'd gotten him a gift. You had just finished dinner, Tommy was looking at his phone. "If you wanted to go get some sleep, I'll pick up." He looks up at you. "Alright." You smile. "Before I go though, I got you something." He looks up at you. You pass over the box. It's a gift box and he looks confused.

"What's this for?" He asks. Sliding it closer to him. "It's.. a thank you." You mumble. He opens it and sees snake skin. "It's a hat band." You mumble. "Was gonna go for copperhead but the western diamond back had the rattles crossed over each other on the front." You blush. "That's awesome." He smiles. "Show me how to put it on?" He asks. "Yeah. Course." He takes his hand off and sets it down. You pick up the hat band and slide it down onto the cowboy hat. Noting to steal it and clean it for him later because it's dirty. Once the hat band is on, he places it back on his head.

"I appreciate it. This couldn't have been cheap." You roll your eyes. "Doesn't matter how much it was. It's to say thank you. For.. takin' care of me." He smiles. "I'll always take care of you, alright? Besides. I need help here. Even when you decide to run off at some point." He laughs.

"Now go get some sleep honey."

You stand up and push your chair in, going to walk past him.

Just as you pass by, your hand moves up. Snatching the cowboy hat off of his head. He turns to look at you. Flirty smile on his lips. "Orrr..." you smile. Setting the hat right on top of your head. "Maybe we can pick it up later." You've got an evil grin on your face. He stands up. "Think I like your idea better." He chuckles. He walks toward you, lifting you up so you can wrap your legs around his waist, carrying you up the stairs. "This is how it should've been for your first time, you know?" He smiles. You roll your eyes. "I think if someone asked me 'how'd you lose your virginity?' And I told them it was in a hay loft with a farm hand, it'd be more interesting than a bed." You smirk. He laughs. Rolling his eyes.

"You're somn else." He mumbles. He sets you down at the edge of the bed. Reaching for his waistband. You were actually wearing shorts and a t-shirt for once. Something you'd picked out. He offered to buy you better clothes but you didn't want them. Just wanted the comfortable ones.

He takes a deep breath as you tug your shirt over your head. Seeing all of you for the first time. When he's gotten his clothes off and they're discarded on the floor, he's back on the bed. You're crawling on top of him. Making due, cowboy hat rules after all.

You line him up with your entrance, he gasps when you sheath yourself on his cock. Feeling your tight walls once again. You look down at him. Raising your hips up and watching him grit his teeth as you rock into him. He tugs you down, your chest flush to his and he kisses you for the first time.

He doesn't let go, even when you're ready to draw back for air, he keeps you there. When he finally pulls away, you sit back. Sitting straight up on him now. Your nipples are hard, lips blushing and swollen from his now. He glides his hands up your hips and cups your breasts in his hands. Toying with your nipples. Your hair is damp with sweat and it's the sexiest thing Tommy has ever seen. You. All you. How the hell he got himself here after nothing but being a complete ass, he'll never understand. He runs his hands up your thighs, resting his palms on the tops of them. "Stay." The words leave his lips before he has time to stop himself.

You pause your movements. Chest rising and falling with each breath you take. "What?"

"Stay here with me."

"I'm.. here Tommy." You breathe. "No. I mean.." he hesitates. "I want you here with me, always. I know you hate it here but.. I can take care of you."

"Are you.. asking me if I'll-"

"I want you to be mine. Here. Forever."

Your lips start to part in surprise, your eyes seeming glossed over. "I don't hate it here Tommy. To be honest.. it's the best it's ever been. I didn't want to leave." You shake your head. "I'll stay Tommy. But you have to stay on the straight and narrow. If you start to fuck up, I'll leave." You look down at him. "I wouldn't dream of fucking that up. Not with you. Not here."

You rock your hips into him again. Picking up the pace. "You're mine, I'll show you." He breathes. He grasps you, flipping you over like he'd done before. But this time, he doesn't slow. He's more rough than before, fucking you. He wants you to feel him. Every bit of him. He holds onto you, tight. He keeps you steady as he hammers his hips into yours, the bed frame slamming into the wall with each forceful thrust he takes. Tears gather in your eyes, not sure if you were exactly ready to take this much force but you were going to. You can feel that knot forming in your stomach. The coil wound up tight, you cry when it snaps. Sending you spiraling. Your pussy clamps down around Tommy's cock and he hisses.

He can feel you throbbing around him and it sends him into his own orgasm. Whining out. Again, he doesn't pull out. Your eyes widen when you can feel him. All of him. You're full, his warmth settles between your legs and he collapses on top of you. He's panting.

Right here, right now. This is nothing Tommy imagined he'd ever want. But it's what he needed. And he was so grateful for it.

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[urhoneycombwitch]

cowboy/farm boy!Eddie throwing you over his shoulder with practiced ease from slanging bales of hay?

hiking up your sundress against the side of the barn as the sun starts to set?

wearing his hat, and just his hat, when riding him on his creaky ranch house bed?

thoughts?

I’M LISTENING 🤩👂

he comes home from bringing The Girls 🐄 in, on horseback. you’re waiting for him at the barn door as he leans down from the saddle for a kiss. he smells like sunshine and sweat and that spiced Irish soap he got from the farmers market. he untacks and you ask him about his day 😇 and if the new cattle pup (🐕 whom you’ve grown quite attached to and named Sam) had done well.

and Eddie tells you a silly story from his adventures out in the fields that day. all while his deft fingers are working at the leather straps, untacking, brawny shoulders moving smooth as silk through his space. pausing to look over his shoulder and wink at you. all southern charm and well-earned bravado. chewin’ on a long sprig of mint he’d plucked, teeth white and flashing at you. says “s’cuse me, darlin’,” to get past and hang up his saddle.

as soon as he’s done you’re pulling him in by his strappy black fringed chaps. and he’s nuzzling up your neck with day-old stubble, biting first sweet then a lil mean, calloused hands sending goosebumps where they find the bare skin of your waist.

Eddie crowds you against the barn wall, fits his denim leg in between your skirts, makes you gasp. “can’t even wait until the house, hm, sweet thing?” (he’s got this way of talking, demeaning but coated in a layer of sugar, makes you crazy) and he’s sucking a proper hickey into your neck, pinning you in place with the length of his body and his strong hands 😵‍💫

[ilguna]

From expired medicine number 66 with sejanus pls 😌

☼ forget-me-nots (Sejanus Plinth) ☼

warnings; swearing, bombs, blood, ehh gore, death, death mention, starvation mention.

wc; 11.1k

prompt; 66. amnesia au

notes; slow burn, all they get to do is hold hands. also coryo slander.

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“What’s the matter, pretty boy? You in the wrong cage?” One of the other tributes asks, eyes on a blonde Capitol boy dressed in bright red. He’s standing at the back of the truck, hand reached up to hold onto a bar to keep from falling over.

You let out a breath through your nose, giving a look to Marcus, who seems just as unimpressed as you are. Leave it to someone from the Capitol to think it’s a good idea to jump in the back of a truck with a bunch of teenagers that hate his guts. He might be untouchable anywhere else, but here it’s fair game.

“No, this is exactly the cage I was waiting for.” The blonde boy tells him.

The tribute jumps to his feet, hands encircling the Capitol’s boys throat, proving your point. He slams the boy back, forearms pinning him against the bars. The Capitol boy is quick though, bringing his knee up to the tribute boy’s crotch. You watch as he doubles over, releasing him.

“He might kill you now.” The girl from the same district coughed, wafting straight into the Capitol boy’s face. “He killed a Peacekeeper back in Eleven. They never found out who did it.”

“Shut it, Dill.” The boy from Eleven growls.

“Who cares now?” Dill asks.

“Let’s all kill him.” A tiny boy grins. “Can’t do nothing worse to us.”

A few of the other tributes murmur in agreement, taking a step forward to close in on the Capitol boy. The truck hits a bump, the heels of your feet rise, and then fall flat when it comes down harshly. You sway into Marcus, and he uses his free hand to steady you.

“Not to us, maybe. You got family back home? Someone they could punish there?” A girl from the corner asks. She’s wearing a colorful dress, which has since been turned dirty from the cattle car they kept you in on the way here. She crosses the small space, wiggling herself between the tributes and the Capitol boy. “Besides, he’s my mentor. Supposed to help me. I might need him.”

“How come you get a mender?” Dill asks.

“Mentor. You each get one.” The Capitol boy says.

“Where are they, then?” Dill challenges. “Why didn’t they come?”

“Just not inspired, I guess.” The colorful girl says, turning her back to the rest of you.

The truck turns into a narrow street, where the cement must not be completely flat, because it hits a bump every second. It makes a wide turn, before you’re jostled back, as the car begins to move backward into a dimly lit building.

Your face twists, as a new smell invades your nose: a mix of rotten fish and old hay. Your hand tightens on the bars, unable to see through the darkness. The sound of two metal doors opening fills the air. You think you can see a Peacekeeper opening the back door of the truck, and then the ground beneath you turns into a slope.

You’re able to hang on for the first couple of seconds, watching as the tributes in front of you tumble out. Your fingers slip when you try to adjust to hold on better, afraid of where they’re sending you. You hit wet cement, and continue to slide, until you hit a drop.

A scream rises up your chest, clogging in your throat as you hold your breath. You fall for what feels like forever, and land hard at the bottom. The heap breaks your landing, but a shooting pain flies up your back. You hiss, face twisted as you reach back to grab your lower back.

A pair of hands grabs you beneath your arms, pulling you out of the way of another tribute coming down. Marcus places you on your feet, where you hunch while the pain subsides. When you can’t feel it anymore, you stand up fully, looking around to see where they’ve dumped you.

It’s another cage, only bigger. There’s a stretch of sand, with rock formations in the middle that twist high in the air. A shallow, dry moat separates the island and the row of metal bars on the far side. And beyond them are the faces of small Capitol children, their eyes wide at the sight of the group of you.

You begin to wander away from the pile of teenagers and hay, as they pull themselves out to be on their feet. Marcus moves with you, letting you decide how far you want to go. The faces on the other side of the bars begin to multiply quickly, filling with adults, too.

They begin to shout, pointing at the Capitol boy, attention shifting from the rest of you, to him. You glance over, finding that he’s standing taller now, expressionless as he stares where he should be. In no time, the audience begins to call out to him, asking him why he’s in here with you. One of them must recognize him, because the crowd grows thicker.

“It’s the Snow boy!’

“Who’s that again?”

“You know, the ones with roses on their roof!”

A smirk creeps to the corner of your lip, a laugh making its way out of you. You begin to walk again, around the Capitol boy, like a wild animal pacing their lunch. “Snow, huh?”

His eyes snap to you, slightly wide. 

“Do you like to play games, Snow?” Your words have an edge as they leave your mouth. You stop when your back is partly turned to the Capitol people. “Because it looks like you do.”

The other tributes have caught on, beginning to surround him. The two tributes from Eleven, the boy that suggested you should kill him, and a few more, coming to build a circle around him. He notices this almost immediately, eyes darting between each of you, like he can’t decide which one of you is more dangerous. 

His breathing is picking up, chest growing and shrinking. He really didn’t think this through, did he? He thought he’d be able to come in here and do whatever he wanted. A dribble of sweat begins to run down the side of his face, heading for his jaw. He’ll be so fun to tear apart.

“Own it.” A soft voice says.

It’s his girl tribute, sitting on a rock. Snow takes in a deep breath and turns to see her, where she’s fixing a white rose behind her ear. The same one that he’d brought to the train station for her. 

He holds his hand out for her, she smiles slightly, taking his hand. You watch as he bows, and she gets up like a lady. When he raises his head, he asks, “Would you care to meet a few of my neighbors?”

“I would be delighted.” She says, as they begin to walk off together.

He leads her up to the bars, where the people are gawking. You roll your eyes, taking several steps back as you pivot to take a look around the area. There’s not many places to hide if you wanted to. Which means that the cameras will reach you at almost any point in here. 

Snow and his girl tribute—Lucy Gray—introduce themselves, going around the crowd, talking to the children. You manage to find a nice spot behind a rock that’ll block their view, which Marcus joins you behind.

“What’s the plan here?” You murmur, eyeing the other tributes, who are scoping out the land, themselves.

“Survive.” Marcus has his arms crossed, leaning on the wall across from you. “Wait it out.”

“For how long?” You ask, you wrap a hand around your stomach when it rumbles. “I’m starving here, Marcus.”

He tilts his head, “What do you want to do? Eat one of the other tributes?”

“That’s not funny.” You tell him.

“They won’t give us food, (Y/n), I told you this.”

“I didn’t think that they’d keep it from us completely.” You hiss. 

You take in a deep breath, closing your eyes and tilting your head back. It’s been three days since the last time you’ve eaten. A small portion of bread and oatmeal, which was on the morning of Reaping Day. If you’d known that your name was going to be pulled, you would’ve eaten more.

You sigh, “I’m sorry, I know it’s not your fault.” You push your hair back. “And you’re hungry, too.”

You peek out from behind the rock to see that the pair have moved over to the cameras, having an exchange with the reporter, you presume. You watch them through squinted eyes.

“So, do you know my mentor? Says his name is Coriolanus Snow. He’s a Capitol boy and clearly I got the cake with the cream, ‘cause nobody else’s mentor even bothered to show up to welcome them.”

“Well, he gave us all a surprise. Did your teachers tell you to be here, Coriolanus?”

Snow steps forward. “They didn’t tell me not to.” The crowd laughs. “But I do remember them saying that I was to introduce Lucy Gray to the Capitol, and I take that job seriously.”

“So you didn’t have a second thought about diving into a cage of tributes?” The reporter asks.

“A second, a third, and I imagine the fourth and fifth will be hitting me sometime soon.” Snow says. “But if she’s brave enough to be here, shouldn’t I be?”

You scoff, Snow turns his head slightly to find where the noise came from. Brave, as if you all didn’t end up here by chance. By their hands. 

“Oh, for the record, I didn’t have a choice.” Lucy Gray says.

“For the record, neither did I.” Snow says. “After I heard you sing, I couldn’t keep away. I confess, I’m a fan.”

Lucy Gray moves her skirt to show off the color, as the audience erupts into applause.

“Well, I hope for your sake the Academy agrees with you, Coriolanus.” The reporter says. “I think you’re about to find out.”

As if on cue, the metal doors nearby squeal against the concrete, as if there’s not enough space to allow them to move. A group of four Peacekeepers march out, heading straight for the Capitol boy.

Snow turns back to the camera. “Thank you for joining us. Remember, it’s Lucy Gray Baird, representing District Twelve. Drop by the zoo if you have a minute and say hello. I promise she’s well worth the effort.”

Lucy Gray holds out the back of her hand to him, which he takes and presses a kiss to. After that, he waves to the audience once, before joining the Peacekeepers and leaving the exhibit. The doors shut tightly behind them.

They dumped you in a fucking zoo.

Lucy Gray mingles around the bars for a few more minutes, before she comes down the moat to join her tribute partner. The crowd thins out considerably, now that they don’t have a source of entertainment. You disappear behind the rock, lowering yourself to the ground. Marcus doesn’t move from where he stands, looking down at you.

You pull your knees up. “Do you think our mentors will show up?”

“It won’t matter.” Marcus says. “They can’t do anything for us. All they’ll do is bring more people to stare.”

You rest your head back. “Right.” For the first time in days, you feel at peace enough to relax, the drowsiness coming in waves. You sigh, letting your legs down. “Will you wake me if something happens?”

“I will.” Marcus nods.

His confirmation is good enough for you. You settle on the cement, shoulders square with the rock. It’s uncomfortable, but your body doesn’t seem to care, focused on the idea of being able to sleep. The moment you shut your eyes, you’re practically done for, as the chatter of the Capitol people acts as perfect background noise for you to doze off to.

When you wake, it’s on your own accord. There’s a pain in the side of your neck, due to sleeping with your head at an angle. You squeeze your eyes, face twisting as you reach up to massage the area. When you look around, you find Marcus standing nearby, face hard.

You stretch, letting out a groan. It must be getting dark out because the artificial lights on the other side of the rock have been turned on. There’s no telling how late it is. You wonder if they’ll even bother to turn them off when the zoo does close.

You push to get to your feet, swallowing the nausea that rises with the movement. It’s due to hunger, but it’ll pass soon if you take it easy. Marcus looks over when he sees that you’re on your feet, his face smoothing out briefly.

“Anything big happen?” You ask, arms above your head. You can hear your upper back pop, relieving the pressure.

“No, but we have a familiar face in the crowd.” Marcus says.

“Like who? Snow?” You sneer, coming out from behind the rock. 

You squint through the white light, holding a hand up to shield your eyes. The tributes that you’re in here with have spread out to keep from getting in each other’s space. You look up to the bars to see that the crowd has grown again, peering down at the group of you. 

To humor Marcus, you search for the blonde boy that belongs to Lucy Gray, yet you come up blank. A joke begins to form on your tongue, as you turn your head to tell it, you hear your name being shouted from the other side of the bars. You glance back at the crowd, eyebrows together, wandering away from your partner to find who it is that knows your name.

You make it all the way to the moat before you see who it is. He’s crouched, hands wrapped around the bars, forehead pressed to them. His brown hair and brown eyes are unmistakable. You used to stare into them everyday when you were friends, before he moved away to live in the Capitol.

Sejanus Plinth is dressed in the same bright red uniform that Snow was wearing when he came into the truck. He looks just like he did when you went to school together, only older now because it’s been ten years. He still wears that innocent look on his face, which is unsurprising. His heart is big enough to house dozens of people.

“(Y/n).” Sejanus shifts on his feet, leaning away from the bars as he turns to a black backpack at his side. He opens it up, reaches inside, and pulls out something that’s wrapped. It’s reflecting the light. “Please, take it. Marcus won’t.”

“Sejanus.” His name is foreign on your tongue. “I don’t even know what it is.”

“It’s a meatloaf sandwich.” He says, holding it out between the bars. “Please, I know you’re hungry.”

He’s right, your stomach begins to hurt at the thought of the sandwich, but you don’t move from where your feet are planted. You glance behind you, to Marcus, who’s still standing against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest. He’s determined to stay there.

He was Marcus’s friend, too. The three of you were very close during grade school. If there was one of you, the other two would be following close by. That is, until the Plinths upgraded from District Two to the Capitol, due to their loyalty during the Dark Days. In many people’s eyes, the Plinths are a bunch of traitors. 

Including Marcus’s.

You would think the same, if he weren’t a child at the time. And especially not now, with you being stuck in this situation. With Sejanus being on the other side of the bars, maybe he can help, beyond just giving you sandwiches. If all the tribute mentors are wearing these red uniforms, that means he might be one, himself.

So, you move forward, crossing the moat and climbing the hill that’ll lead you to the bars. You don’t lower yourself to his height right away, looking between the faces behind him. With your presence, they all seem to shuffle a step back, unsure if you’re one of the hostile tributes or not.

You breathe through your nose, amused. You grab onto the bar with one hand, using it as support as you get down. Sejanus is still holding out the sandwich for you to take, which you do so carefully, setting it on your knee. 

Sejanus nods, happy that you’re trusting him. “I tried to get any of the other tributes to come over but they won’t.”

“Can’t blame them.” You say, not being able to focus on his face when the people behind him peer over his shoulder. “I wasn’t going to, either.”

You jerk forward, a threat to the Capitol people. A few of them let out gasps as they return to where they’d been standing, hiding behind Sejanus. When your eyes make their way back to his face, you find his face screwed.

“Marcus doesn’t want to see me, does he?”

“No, he doesn’t.”

“But he knows that I’m sorry? You know I’m sorry, right?”

You shrug. “Doesn’t change the fact that he’s angry. Or that we’re both here in a zoo cage.”

Sejanus swallows.

You’re tired of this conversation already. “I hear that we get mentors. Where’s mine?”

“I am.” He says. “I’m your mentor, and Marcus has Florus.”

“Oh, how fortunate.” You shake your head. “Did you ask for me?”

“No, I was assigned.” Sejanus says, glancing behind him. His face lights up as he raises a hand to wave someone over. Your eyes shift in that direction, finding the Snow boy coming your way. He weaves through the crowd, and stops two feet away from the bars. 

“Trouble?” He asks, paying no attention to you.

You scoff, “Great, you’re friends with Snow.” You grab the sandwich with one hand, pulling yourself to your feet with the other. By then, the blonde boy has his eyes on you. 

Sejanus looks between you two. “Do you know each other?”

“Of course not.” Snow says first, face twisting, seemingly disgusted by the idea.

You laugh, it’s venomous, “You know, I think I do pride myself in not hanging around Capitol scum.” You spit, holding out your hand that has the sandwich. “Give me another, Sejanus. I’ll see that Marcus gets it.”

Sejanus doesn’t need you to tell him twice, grabbing another. You don’t break the eye contact you have with Snow, which is growing tense by the second. 

“Capitol scum?” He repeats, smiling. “That’s funny.”

“Is it now?” You steal the second sandwich from Sejanus’s hand before it’s fully through the bars. You look over Snow, taking in how big he is. “For a Capitol boy, you look pretty starved. You belong more in here than you do out there.” You take a couple steps over so that you’re directly in front of him. “Except, you wouldn’t last ten seconds before getting ripped apart.”

You look at Sejanus to find that he’s holding out two plums. You pluck them from his hands, giving a nasty look to Snow before you go back down the hill with your winnings. There are several pairs of eyes that watch you return to the rock that you and Marcus have claimed. You return their stares with pressed lips. 

You step behind the stone, Marcus following you. When you hold out the two sandwiches and plums, he shakes his head. “I don’t want that.”

“If we want to win, we need to be strong.” You tell him. “Take one.”

He sighs, irritated, but grabs one of each. You sink back to the ground, unwrapping your sandwich, resting the plum in your lap. The moment that you sink your teeth into the soft bread, every ounce of self control leaves your body. It’s perfect, delicious, and gone within a minute. The plum, too.

Once Marcus has finished his sandwich, he wipes his mouth, sucking the ketchup off of his finger. “Who’s your mentor?”

“Sejanus.” You tell him, “You have someone named Florus.”

“As long as I don’t have him—I don’t care who I have. They won’t make a difference.”

“That’s what you think.” 

—

“Get up!” A voice shouts.

Your eyes pop open as you fly into an upward position, looking around to see where the danger is. Your eyes land on Peacekeepers, dressed in grey uniforms, standing next to the steel doors that are swung wide open.

The other tributes are shuffling toward the Peacekeepers, hardly awake. You rustle in the hay to look at Marcus, who’s already getting to his feet. A yawn escapes you, holding out your hand. Marcus takes it to pull you to your feet, steadying you when you stumble a step.

“What’s happening?” You murmur, rubbing your eyes.

“No idea.” Marcus says, walking away. You follow him, briefly looking at the bars to see if there’s an audience, finding it empty. The zoo must not be open yet.

On the other side of the building is a truck, similar to the one you rode here on. Marcus steps inside first, and then turns to give you a hand, pulling you inside. The two of you choose a spot in the middle, where you grab a rod and try not to touch anyone if you can help it.

Once you’re packed inside, they slam the doors shut. The car jolts forward a moment later, and then they begin to take you through the streets. You sigh, watching the blur of buildings and people on the sidewalk. Occasionally, you glance at the people around you, taking in details in increments to avoid setting them off. The last thing you’d want is to cause a fight in here.

Your eyes linger on the boy from Eleven and the way he hovers over Dill, feeling a need to protect her. It’s the same for Lucy Gray and her tribute partner, who she seems to be close with. Last night, you weren’t the only one to take a sandwich, soon after, Lucy Gray went to have one too. When she decided that it was good, she told her friend… Jessup, that’s his name. She told Jessup to grab one too, which then prompted the rest of the tributes to follow.

For now, you can’t find anyone else that sticks out in your mind. You’re sure that they’ll reveal themselves as time goes on, all you have to do is wait until then. You know that you should keep a distance from Four and Eight, at the very least. They have previous experience with weapons, much like you.

The truck comes to a hard stop. A Peacekeeper comes out to stand on your side of the truck. You look down at him, finding a pair of handcuffs that he has gripped in his gloves. 

“We will take one district at a time. When you step out of the truck, hold your hands out in front of you, palms up.” He instructs. “District One.”

The boy and girl get up from where they’re sitting. The doors open, allowing them to step out. They don’t bother shutting the doors again, letting you take in the amount of Peacekeepers they have on standby in case something goes wrong. The tributes get handcuffed, and then led inside of the building by four Peacekeepers that have a tight hand on them.

“District Two.”

Marcus moves first, stepping out of the truck. He turns to help you, which you accept when you jump off the ledge. On the ground, the two of you turn to the Peacekeeper, holding out your hands as you were told to. The steel is cold against your wrists, he squeezes the cuff, tightening it as much as he can. He repeats the process for Marcus.

With that, he instructs you to move forward, heading inside of the building. The floors are polished, reflecting the dull sunlight, and with how big and empty the hall is, the sounds of your shoes echo. You move down several hallways, until you spot the open wooden doors with a Peacekeeper standing post outside of the room.

When you step inside, you can see that the boy and girl from One have each been sat at their own table. There’s a cement slab on top of it with a metal loop, where the handcuffs are fed through to keep them in place. You grind your teeth, looking at Marcus to see that his face has hardened.

“Girl, sit down.” The Peacekeeper tells you. 

Biting your tongue, you decide not to tell him your name, just listen to the directions. You sit in the folding chair, scooting it up slightly to close the gap between you and the table. You hold up your wrists, he unlocks the one side of the cuffs, guides the open side through the loop, and then closes the cuff on your wrist again.

He crouches down, reaching for your feet. Your face twists, feeling him pull up the bottom of your skirt just high enough, before the coldness encases your right ankle. When you give it a pull, you can hear the rattling of chains on the cement. You look over at Marcus, raising your eyebrows. The Peacekeeper secures your left ankle before getting to his feet.

If anyone had any plans of escaping this afternoon, they’re going to have to rethink it.

Marcus sits at his table unprompted. Right as his shackles are being double-checked, the pair of tributes from Three come through the door. It goes on like this, all the way around the circle, up to Lucy Gray and her tribute friend.

While this is happening, you take the time to look around the room you’re in. It’s classically wealthy, with the columns, the arched windows and the tall ceilings. The best you can compare this building to is the Justice Building at home in Two, but even that’s lacking in several departments.

Halfway up the wall, you find a balcony. You sit back in your chair, forearms resting on the edge of the table. There are faces up there, staring down at you. From what you can see, they’re all wearing the red uniform that Snow and Sejanus were wearing yesterday.

“Eyes up.” You murmur to Marcus.

Out of your peripheral, you’re able to watch him tilt his head back to see what you mean. He straightens up in his seat, hands curling in to form fists.

A door slams, the people on the balcony jump and turn to see where the noise is coming from. “Stop eyeballing your tributes and get down there.” A feminine voice orders. “You only have fifteen minutes, so use them wisely. And remember, complete the paperwork for our records as best you can.”

The first person to come down the spiral staircase is none other than Snow, heading straight for Lucy Gray. When he passes in front of you, a laugh leaves you at the sight of his determined face. He’s quickly forgotten when you see Sejanus bouncing your way, a smile spread across his lips.

“Hey, Marcus.” He says, but he doesn’t get a response. Sejanu takes a seat in the chair across from you. “(Y/n), they’re just having us do interviews today.”

“I’m sure that’ll be easy.” You say. “Considering you know everything about me already.”

He swings his bag into his lap. “I still have to go down the list.” He pulls out a piece of paper and a pen, setting it on the table. His hand dips inside again, and when it surfaces, he has a pair of sandwiches. “I hope you’re hungry.”

I am, you think. All you do is give him a smile. “Thank you, Sejanus.”

“One more thing.” He says, bringing out a clear container. He opens the lid, revealing a slice of brown cake with a fork inside. “Ma made it. Help yourself.”

You nod, “What’s on the paper?”

“Just the basics so the Capitol can get to know you better.” He says, reaching for the pencil. 

You manage to grab one of the sandwiches, unwrapping the paper. With the limited mobility your hands have, you have to lean forward to take a bite. The bread crunches under your teeth, meaning it must’ve been toasted. The roast beef inside is cold, and it must be freshly bought. You hum, closing your eyes.

“I can fill it out, just correct me if I come across something wrong.” Sejanus says. 

You listen as he reads out the list and his answer to them. Your name, district address, your date of birth, hair and eye color, height and weight, and any disabilities you may have. You give him the answers when he pauses to look up at you, for the most part, he nails them.

“Family makeup. If I remember right, you’ve got your mom and dad and two sisters, right?” He asks.

“Mom’s dead.” You tell him, balling up the paper when you finish your sandwich. “One of my sisters is sick, she probably won’t last much longer.”

Sejanus’s hand stops, face twisting as he looks up at you. “(Y/n), I’m so sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.” You tell him, pressing your lips together. “Do you need their names or is that it?”

“That’s it.” He says, voice quieter. “You’re not married, are you?”

“Nope.” 

“Do you have a job?”

“Not legally.” You sit back in the chair. “I help out in the warehouse and earn money for it, but I’m not supposed to be in there.”

He nods. “I’ll put you down as no.”

“Thanks.” You murmur, looking at the paper. “That’s the last question?”

“It is.” He says.

“Five minutes.” A woman announces, she’s wandering around the room.

“You should give the other sandwich to Marcus.” You tell him. 

“He won’t take it from me, only you.” Sejanus shakes his head.

“I don’t have pockets, so I can’t give it to him later.” Your eyes wander away, finding his mentor, Florus. “Why don’t you hand it to Florus?”

“He’s not having very good luck with Marcus, either.”

You sigh, “All I’m hearing are excuses.” You roll your eyes, looking over. “Marcus, there’s an extra sandwich. You should take it.”

“Excuse me.” Florus says, eyebrows drawing in. “I’m trying to interview him.”

“Looks like you’re havin’ a lot of luck.” You smile at his blank paper. “I can’t smuggle it out of here, and you’re the only one that has pockets between us.”

Marcus looks at you, but nods. Sejanus seems pleased with this, handing the sandwich over to Florus, who begrudgingly stuffs it into one of Marcus’s pockets. You turn to the cake, digging out the fork.

“It’s carrot cake.” Sejanus says.

“I’m sure it’s good either way.” You stick the fork into the icing. “Your mom always made the best sweets.”

“She’s gotten better.” He says. “I’ll tell her about your ma, I’m sure she’ll be apologetic.”

“Don’t make her feel too bad.” You place the bite into your mouth. The sweetness explodes across your tongue. You can’t remember the last time you were treated to something so good. All your money goes to your sister’s medicine, you can’t get sweets like this anymore. “It’s not her fault.”

“I wish we hadn’t moved away.” Sejanus swipes some of the icing off the corner of the container. “It’s harder to make friends here than it is there, but I have Coriolanus.”

“Snow?” You ask, looking to your right. He’s three tables over with Lucy Gray, leaned forward to talk. “He doesn’t look like much company.”

“He is.” Sejanus sighs. “How is it in Two?”

“Worse.” You shrug. “Or the same, depending how you look at it.”

“You said you work in the warehouse, at least you have the job lined up.”

“It’s district work, it’s always going to be available. It’d be a different story if I was a blacksmith but they won’t take me until I’m eighteen.” You say. “Or rather, they wouldn’t.”

He frowns, “I’m really sorry you’re here, (Y/n).”

“I know.” You murmur. “Nothing that we can do about it now.”

A whistle suddenly blows, making you turn your head to the woman by the door. She drops it, allowing it to hang over her chest. “Time.”

You look back at Sejanus. “When’s the next time I see you?”

“I can visit tonight.” He says.

“That would be great.” You drop the fork into the container. “Thank you, Sejanus.”

—

The Capitol people standing on the other side of the bars is an irritating sight, especially since they’re holding food with seemingly no intention to give it to any of you. It’s gotten to the point where the tributes around you don’t bother to go up anymore, knowing that they’re all going to take a collective step back.

They don’t really matter to you, anyway. You have Sejanus, and as long as he’s feeding you and trying to keep you company, you don’t need them. You’ll suffice just fine with one of your old friends. As for Marcus, he wants to be left alone, but you won’t let that happen.

He’s currently laying on his bed of hay. Last night, the Capitol had released a couple of bales into the enclosure. While the tributes fought over them, you and Marcus sat back and watched, slightly amused. When he decided that he had enough, he went and grabbed the last bale from two tributes, throwing them away.

He split the hay with you, but you wanted enough to act as a pillow to rest your head on. You’re fine with sleeping on the cement, because it feels like your bed back home. Except, that one is a little more broken in, and you don’t wake up several times throughout the night. 

Marcus ate the roast beef sandwich from Sejanus, and even admitted that he was glad you had Florus give it to him. He doesn’t want to forgive Sejanus for what he’s done, even though you’ve tried to explain the fact that it’s not necessarily his fault. He was only a child at the time they moved, and he has no choice but to mentor tributes now. It’s just bad luck that it’s the two of you and not anyone else.

You push to get to your feet, kicking the hay into a pile once you’re upright. You wander out from behind the rock, curious to see where the tributes have moved and what the bars look like. The crowd has surely tripled in size since the last time you looked. They’re still up there, holding food.

There was a pair of twins in the corner earlier, a boy and a girl. They’d brought lunch for their tributes, but they’re gone now; replaced by Snow and Lucy Gray. You wander, arms crossed over your chest, looking for Sejanus. He must be coming through the crowd now, because you find his dark hair a second later, when you’re doing another sweep.

You immediately start for him, crossing the moat and climbing up the hill. Your arms fall, as you crouch to join. “Hello.”

“Hey.” He murmurs. “Did Marcus eat?”

“Yes he did. He says that the sandwich was good.”

“Ma sends her regards. She’s been upset since I told her.” Sejanus pulls out two eggs and a couple wedges of bread. “For an egg sandwich.”

“I told you not to make her feel guilty.” You tell him, holding out your hand. He places them inside. “Are the eggs raw?”

“No, hard boiled. I just didn’t peel them.” He says. “And I couldn’t help it. I told her what happened to your ma and she asked about the rest of your family.”

You nod. “I see.”

“(Y/n), they might be implementing new rules.” He laces his fingers. “They’re thinking about letting the Capitol citizens sponsor tributes. Which means that you’ll need to gain their favor somehow.”

“I’m not a circus animal.” You tell him. “Unlike Lucy Gray, over there.”

“I know, but if you could come up with something with Marcus, then Florus and I might be able to pool together. We could feed you and give you water, at least.” Sejanus says.

You shake your head. “These Games never go on longer than a few days.”

“That’s because they didn’t have food to eat in the past.” He reasons. “Now we’re able to feed you and they’re taking suggestions for different ideas.”

You sigh, looking at the sandwich components in your hands. “I’ll try to brainstorm with Marcus, but he’s pretty set on not participating. It’s a fight just to get him to eat food, Sejanus.”

He reaches through the bars, placing one of his hands over yours. You look down at it, and then up at him. With his other hand, he grabs onto the bars, leaning forward. “I want you to live, (Y/n).”

“I do too, Sejanus. It’s just not that easy.” You tell him.

“Well, they’re going to have you do an interview on television. That’ll be your chance.”

Laughter erupts around you, making you break eye contact. You follow the gaze of the crowd, and find a mentor a few feet away. She’s sitting on a towel or blanket, a picnic displayed in front of her. On the other side is a tribute, you think the girl from Ten. The mentor holds out the sandwich, the tribute reaches for it, and the mentor pulls away.

She turns to give the crowd a smile before taking a bite out of the sandwich. You roll your eyes, sighing. The tribute’s face drops, no longer hopeful, as her hand slips between the bars. You watch as she grabs the knife on the blanket, leaning forward to grab the front of the mentor’s shirt, and then slitting her throat.

The crowd screams in shock, the sandwich is dropped from the mentor’s hand as she reaches up to her throat, pawing at her neck. The tribute lets go of her, giving her a shove for good measure.

You get to your feet this instant, Sejanus’s hand falling from yours. You clutch the food to your chest as you turn to the hill, wanting to put distance between you and the scene. Sejanus grabs you, pulling you back down to the ground.

“Help her!” A voice shouts. “Medic!”

“Sejanus—”

“Put your head down.” He tells you, you lower to your knees.

“Is there a doctor? Please, someone help!” The voice belongs to Snow, who’s holding the girl mentor in his lap. She reaches up to grab his shirt, choking on the blood. Snow turns to the crowd. “Come on!”

The Ten tribute leans through the bars, snatching the cheese sandwich into her hands, raising it to her mouth. The sound of metal slamming into concrete fills the air, as the Peacekeepers burst through the far side of the enclosure, raising their runs, presumably aiming for the district girl.

She manages to take a bite of the sandwich, before the bullets are fired, piercing her body. You duck your head, squeezing your eyes shut, as Sejanus presses down on your back to keep you down. Another round of screaming, no more shots fired.

You sit up, Sejanus’s hand retreating. He opens up his bag, showing you the bread and eggs that he has inside, all meant for the tributes you’re trapped with. You know what he’s asking, so you lift the bottom of your skirt to create a bowl, letting him dump the food inside so it doesn’t go to waste.

The people have begun to flee the area, Sejanus rising to his feet. He leaves his backpack behind, holding a single wedge of bread. You get to your feet with shaky legs, turning to look at the Peacekeepers, where they have the others lined up against the wall, hands on their heads.

You carefully step down the hill, breathing slowly to keep from panicking. You glance over your shoulder at Sejanus, to find him sprinkling the bread over the Ten girl. His lips are moving, whispering the prayer, before a Peacekeeper grabs him by the back of his shirt, yanking him away.

You make it all the way to the wall. When they take notice of you, they grab the underside of your arm, pulling you to stand next to Marcus. They don’t tell you to put your hands on your head, letting you tremble.

They wait for the zoo to clear out, and as soon as the last person has left, they begin to search each one of you thoroughly. When it’s clear that you’re not hiding any weapons, they brandish the shackles. They go down the line, slapping the metal on your wrists, tightening the cuffs, and then moving on to the next person.

And when the last restraint is secured, they leave. The doors scraping on the cement before slamming shut. 

—

The Peacekeepers work silently as they direct the truck to back in as far as it possibly can into the alleyway without damaging the bricks. When it comes close enough to the doors, they hold up a hand, making it stop. A few of the Peacekeepers gather together briefly to speak, before turning to the line of you. 

They bring you up to the long truck bed, where they make you get down so they lock you to it. You start by crouching, but as the minutes tick on with no sign of movement, you tuck the skirt beneath you as best as possible so that you can sit. The heat from the metal burns through the fabric, and it feels like there’s nothing under you at all.

Marcus is placed a few feet away, where he shifts on his feet, opting not to sit. The two of you share a long look, where you raise your eyebrows and he shakes his head. Neither of you have a clue what’s happening. The Peacekeepers haven’t said so much as a word to any of you.

They just gathered you up, they sent someone to retrieve the body of the Ten girl, who had been slumped against the bars all night. Since the incident yesterday, no one has been allowed to visit the zoo. Except for Snow, where he briefly spoke to Lucy Gray before leaving.

There’s a large metal structure attached to the truck bed in front of you. You have to tilt your head all the way back to see what it is. It’s a crane, it seems. A metal hook hangs off a chain, swaying in the air from the small breeze. It’s so hot out that it isn’t that much of a relief. You’ve been baking in the cage all night. Forget the food that Sejanus has been giving you, there’s nothing you wouldn’t do for a cup of water.

Machinery begins to whirr, the hook slowly coming down at you. You look over your shoulder, curious to see why they could possibly need the hook. You can’t find the Peacekeepers, only the faces of the tributes behind you, who are avoiding eye contact, or staring at the ground.

The chains and hook begin to curl on the ground, when suddenly it stops. A Peacekeeper grunts, there’s a hard stomp on the truck, making it vibrate. It’s quiet for a second, as the sound of something dragging across the uneven surface is all you can hear, until there’s a violent gag, followed by desperate coughing.

As you turn to see, a closed fits smacks the side of your face, causing you to jerk away. You lean as far as the shackles will allow, looking up at the Peacekeeper. You realize quickly that it wasn’t done on purpose, because he’s clutching a pair of handcuffs between his gloves. They’re attached to a pair of wrists, and furthermore, a body.

The rancid smell of a decomposing body hits your nose, making you sick. You bury your nose in the cloth on your shoulder, deeply inhaling to rid the assault. Tears pop into your eyes, which you struggle to blink away. The Peacekeeper reaches down to grab the hook, sliding it between one of the chain links. 

He lifts a hand, indicating to lift the hook. A moment later, it does. The Peacekeeper keeps a hold on the body, setting it straight, making sure that it won’t come loose. It isn’t until he twists the body to get a look, do you see that it’s the dead girl from Ten. In the open air, you’re able to see the bitemarks along her skin, a few chunks missing from the rats that were nibbling on her all night. 

A gag rises, you turn your head to the other side of the truck, teeth grit tightly together while you try to calm your stomach. It isn’t a full minute before they’ve decided that she’s up high enough in the air, which is when the Peacekeeper leaves the truck, jumping down.

They wrap up the area, closing the door to the enclosure, getting in the vehicle. They drive out of the alleyway and down the streets, where a few pedestrians stop where they stand to stare. You drop your head, lips pressed together.

The car comes to a stop a few short minutes later. When you peer around the front of the truck, you can see the grey uniform of Peacekeepers. There’s hundreds of them too, perfectly in place. Your eyebrows twitch, lips parting. This can’t possibly be for the twenty-three of you, can it?

You look back at Marcus, who’s on the inner side of the row, making it impossible for him to see. “Peacekeepers, hundreds of ‘em.”

A few heads rise, eyes landing on you. Marcus’s face contorts, “Why?”

“No idea.”

It’s quiet for a few seconds, and then the beginning notes of the Capitol anthem cuts through the silence. The Peacekeepers straighten, finding their places. 

“Gem of Panem,” A male voice starts. “Mighty city, through the ages, you shine anew.”

The next three minutes are filled with the lyrics to the anthem. They’re vaguely familiar, you haven’t heard them in a couple of months, at least. They used to have you chant it every morning at school, but it fizzled out because it took up precious learning time. Now, they play the instrumental to allow the teachers to talk over it.

The applause that follows after the final note is thunderous, coming from far down the street. You can’t see anyone, though. Only the Peacekeepers, standing still as they wait for their cue to move. A heavy feeling weighs in your stomach, as the thoughts of what may be waiting for you begin to claw.

“Two days ago, Arachne Crane’s young and precious life was ended, and so we mourn another victim of the criminal rebellion that yet besieges us.” A powerful voice says. “Her death was as valiant as any on the battlefield, her loss more profound as we claim to be at peace. But no peace will exist while this disease eats away at all that is good and noble in our country. Today we honor her sacrifice with a reminder that while evil exists, it does not prevail. And once again, we bear witness as our great Capitol brings justice to Panem.”

There’s a slow, deep drumming that starts. The Peacekeepers move forward, as if drawn to the sound. The truck doesn’t move until they’re a good fifteen feet ahead, it jolts, you catch yourself by placing your hands on the metal bed. The scorching heat licks your palms so aggressively that you jerk back, chains rattling, cuffs digging into your wrists.

For a good stretch, you can’t see anything, it looks like any other road. And then, you spot the stands, the people dressed in black on the left, mourning. On the right, it’s the same, but there’s also a choir of the mentors in red, standing together. You search quickly for Sejanus, yet you’re unable to find him.

Behind the truck is another army of Peacekeepers, marching in sync. The car continues down the avenue until you’re out of sight completely. And instead of stopping at the end of the street, like the Peacekeepers, it continues moving. You expect it to bring you back to the zoo, but you’re going in a different direction.

The wind caresses your skin from the car picking up speed. It temporarily cools the burning on your shoulders, but not by much. The group of you are brought across the river, where an amphitheater stands. The truck comes to a stop out front, and it stays here for the next thirty minutes, until the brigade of Peacekeepers show up.

After that, you’re brought off the truck, one by one, with two Peacekeepers flanking one tribute. With you being so far up, it takes them fifteen minutes before it’s your turn to get freed. They line you up numerically, in girl-boy order, and make you wait an additional half hour while the mentors get here.

They step off the bus, instructed to stand next to their tribute. Sejanus comes out with a grave look on his face, eyes on the ground. He lets out a sigh when he squeezes between you and the boy from One.

“I’ve got nothing for you, I’m sorry.” Sejanus murmurs. 

“It’s fine.” You whisper back. “They fed us last night and this morning.”

When all tributes and mentors are counted for, the Peacekeepers remove the bars from the entrance, swinging open the large doors to reveal a grand lobby. Inside, there are boarded-up booths and old curling posters from wartime. The Peacekeepers lead the way through the lobby, to the turnstiles.

Two soldiers stand at turnstiles on opposite ends, feeding coins into the machine to allow you to pass through at the same time as Sejanus. As soon as you step through, a cheerful voice says, “Enjoy the show!”

There’s a long cement hallway leading to where you’re going, lit up by only the red emergency lights. It’s too dark for you to walk with sure steps, so you reach over to Sejanus, chains rattling as your hands wrap around his elbow. He briefly glances over, where you give him a small smile. 

He places his free hand over yours, squeezing your fingers. He doesn’t let go, either, not until you’ve made it to the end, where you walk into the sunlight and onto a giant field. Your pace slows considerably, eyes sweeping the area, wondering why this is so familiar.

“Where are we?” You ask.

“The arena.” Sejanus tells you.

You stop, wanting a moment to take in just how large it is. What should be a healthy and green field is now dead and dried up. There’s a scoreboard hanging over the opening you just came through, with thousands of seats circling the arena behind it.

If this is where you’re going to come to fight in a couple short days, then you’ll have no issue hiding, at least. No matter where you go on Game day, you’ll be safe as long as you’re careful.

The Peacekeepers move off to the side, letting you spread out. Sejanus begins to lead you away immediately. “Did you come up with anything for the interview?”

“No, not with Marcus.” You sigh. “He’s dead-set on figuring it out on his own. I figure that I can play the sick sister card, maybe earn some sympathy.” 

“That could work, but they’re looking for talent.”

“I don’t have much of that.” Your feet come to a halt, you pull away from Sejanus’s arm. Your fingers are warm from where he’d been holding them. “You don’t need to worry about the interview, I’ll have that covered. It’s not a half-bad idea. People like to help the poor, and that’s all the districts are, right?”

Sejanus’s mouth turns downward, but he doesn’t object. “Right. I just wish I could do more.”

“You’re already doing enough, I couldn’t have asked for anyone better.” You say, “I’m sorry about your friend.”

“Arachne? I could hardly call her that. She was closer with Coriolanus than me.” Sejanus shakes his head.

“Still, it’s hard losing someone in your class.” Your eyes land on a stray eyelash laying on his cheek. “Don’t move.”

You reach over, hand resting on the side of his face just long enough for your thumb to swipe away the eyelash. You hold it out for him to see, before brushing it away.

“Thank you.” He says.

“You have to keep up your appearance.” You laugh. “Mine doesn’t really matter anymore.”

“That’s not—”

An explosion shakes the arena, the fiery blast throwing you to the ground, head cracking against the cement. Through blurry eyes, you’re able to make out Sejanus in the smoke, hovering over you, before the black blotches eat away at your vision completely.

—

“Follow the light.” The woman tells you, clicking on the flashlight.

As you adjust the pack of ice against the side of your head, you listen to her directions, eyes flickering to keep track of the light. When she’s satisfied, she clicks it off, dropping it into a pocket on her lab coat. There’s a badge hanging from her neck with an old picture of her and her name.

Magnolia Peacescape. Her occupation is a veterinarian.

Your eyes land on her again, squinting suspiciously. The Capitol couldn’t even afford to give you a real doctor? They had to insist on someone who works on animals?

“What’s your name?” She asks, grabbing a clipboard.

“(Y/n) (L/n).” You murmur, attention shifting to the Peacekeepers who are dragging tributes into the zoo cage.

“How old are you?” She asks.

You open your mouth to speak, the number on the tip of your tongue before it slips away. Your face twists as you search the open air as if it’ll have some answer. All you come up with are blanks, you resort to staring at Magnolia.

She looks up from the paper. “How old are you?” She repeats.

“I’m not sure.” You admit. 

Her face contorts, she reluctantly looks away to write something on the paper. “District?”

“Two.”

“Who’s your mentor?” Her pen pauses.

Once again you have nothing, so you shake your head at her. “Am I supposed to know?”

The wrinkles on her face are deepening with every passing second. She licks her lips, looking over at the Peacekeepers briefly, before turning back to you. “Honey, what’s the name of the boy you came here with?”

Your eyes fall to the cement as you try to picture his face, or any features that may belong to the boy that she’s referring to. When that doesn’t work, you try to conjure up details about him, like his name, his age, his height. All of which she’s withholding.

“I’m sorry…” You murmur, trailing off.

She sighs, “Wait here.”

Magnolia Peacescape lowers the clipboard, pulling it against her chest. She walks over to one of the Peacekeepers standing by the metal doors, beginning to speak very quickly, none of it that you can hear over the moans of pain. The tributes are spread out through the enclosure, varying in how hurt they are from the bombing.

Most are covered in soot and smell like smoke from the fire. Their clothes are ripped or burned at the edges, exposing their skin. From what the Peacekeepers were saying, a good number of tributes were injured, but not as severely as the pair from District Nine, who were caught in the fire for an extended period of time.

And of course, a few of them died in the attack. Like the tributes from Six, who got caught by shrapnel, and the two from One, who had tried to escape the arena but got shot before they made it out of the entrance. There was one tribute that managed to escape, though, and that’s the boy you came here with.

As for the mentors, they don’t say much about them. You heard in passing that a pair of twins had died and three mentors got hospitalized. You couldn’t get any more than that, because they pushed you inside of the zoo.

“She needs to go to the hospital!” Magnolia’s high voice suddenly cuts through the noises. “She has a concussion.”

“We aren’t authorized to take them out of the exhibit.” The Peacekeeper drones. “If you have a request, you need to submit it to Dr. Gaul, she’s overseeing the mentoring program and the treatment of the tributes.”

She shakes her head. “So I’m going to have to go through that process for each one of them?” She motions to the cage. “They don’t have time for that.”

“It’s your only option.”

She waves her hand in the air, turning away, coming back in your direction. You move the ice pack the wrong way by accident, making the throbbing come back full force. You wince, pulling it away from your head as you fix your holding.

Magnolia grabs it from you, pats on the ice to make it flat, and then presses it against the dressed cut. “Keep it there until it melts.”

“Thank you.”

“I haven’t done much to deserve that.” She says, looking down at the clipboard. “It says here that you have two sisters, what are their names?” When you don’t respond, she takes a deep breath. “And your mother is dead, can you recall from what?”

You blink, “My mom is dead?”

She writes on the paper. “This is information we gathered from the interview that took place with your mentor.”

Your eyes wander away, thinking about your mom.

“Do you remember the interview?”

“No.” 

Magnolia sighs. “(Y/n), you’re eighteen years old. Your mentor is Sejanus Plinth, and the boy you came here with is Marcus. He escaped early this afternoon.”

Your face twists.

“I suspect you may have anterograde and retrograde amnesia. It’s caused by head trauma.” She stops long enough to write something on the clipboard, then clicks her pen and slides it into her pocket. “From what Mister Plinth told me at the scene, it would make sense. I’ll make a request for them to admit you to the hospital, but I can’t treat you any further. I don’t have the equipment.”

“Amnesia.” You mutter.

“I’ll be checking in on you as much as Dr. Gaul will allow it.” She presses her lips together. “You need to rest and take it easy. If you have any allies, I would suggest asking them to watch over you.”

With that, she walks away, heading to the next tribute. You stand there for a moment, watching as she begins to assess them. And then you turn away, to two piles of hay behind a rock formation. You wander toward it, lowering the ice pack, blinking away the tears that appear in your eyes.

—

In the three days that… that veterinarian visited, you were never actually taken to the hospital. Despite the numerous requests she made, and the notes stating that your memory is gradually getting worse, the doctor—the one in charge of the Games—never had you admitted. 

You weren’t the only one, the tributes from District Nine, who were in much worse shape than you, were neglected. They died sometime during the night, and their bodies were retrieved in the early morning yesterday. A few hours later, the rest of you were packed into two different trucks, separated by gender, with bars, where you were paraded through the streets for what you assume was another funeral.

When they got you together again this afternoon, you were afraid that more people had died, but the Peacekeepers said something about a second interview with your mentors. Which might as well be your first, because you can’t recall a single thing that happened the last time.

The two chairs on either side of you sit empty, their tributes long gone. You know that one of them is dead, but the boy you came here with is still missing. The Peacekeepers have questioned you five times in the past few days, demanding to know where he could’ve possibly gone. Each time they come around, you have to tell them that if he did mention a plan, you don’t remember due to the bombing.

You don’t remember anything.

A group of students dressed in bright red uniforms come down the spiral staircase on the far side of the large room. It really is nice here, with the tall ceilings, the engraved pillars and the arched windows. You haven’t seen anything like it before, the closest building that would come to this in District Two is the Justice Building, but even that’s too worn to compare.

A boy with curly brown hair comes in your direction, with brown eyes so wide that you can see into his soul. He sets his book bag on the ground, settling in the chair across from you. Without saying a single word, he leans forward, placing his hands on top of your shackled ones.

“(Y/n), I’m so glad you’re okay.” He says, face twisted with worry. “When I saw the amount of blood…”

The veterinarian… fuck what was her name? She kept telling you that you needed to be testing your memory, but it’s so hard when you can’t recall the smallest detail. She must’ve told you this boy’s name easily over three dozen times, and how he meant something to you. He’s your mentor of course, you know that much. He’s supposed to be beyond that.

“How are you feeling? Ma made a couple of cold cut sandwiches, you must be hungry.” He says, taking his hands away, opening his bag. “She told me that Doctor Peacescape saw all the tributes.”

Peacescape, that’s the veterinarian’s last name. Whether or not it’ll stick in your mind this time is a complete mystery. Just like the rest of the names, faces and events that should be ringing a bell but don’t.

The boy places a wrapped package on the table, presumably the sandwich. He sits back up in his chair. “It looks like she’s treated you well, the cut on your head is healing nicely.”

You stare at him, face contorted as you struggle to dig through your mind for his name, a significant memory, anything.

“Are you alright?” He asks.

“I’m sorry.” You murmur, beginning to shake your head.

“You don’t have to apologize, it’s not your fault. They suspect it was rebels from the districts that placed the bombs.”

“That’s not why I’m apologizing.” You say, “The veterinarian…” You grit your teeth, you just heard her name. “Peacescape, that’s it. Doctor Peacescape diagnosed me with some amnesia disorder due to the concussion. She tried to get me admitted to the hospital but the um… the head doctor for the Games denied her requests.”

The boy has visibly paled. “You don’t remember anything?”

“I mean, I remember some.” Your eyes drift away, to the empty desk to the left, where your tribute partner should be. “There’s a lot of gaps in between.” You look back at him. “I know you’re my mentor, but I don’t know your name. And I know that the boy I came here with ran away in the bombing, but there’s no picture of him in my mind.”

His head has lowered, staring down at the sandwich. He doesn’t say anything for a long minute, thinking to himself. You reach as far as the handcuffs will allow you, which isn’t much. Still, you’re able to place a couple fingers on top of one of his hands.

“Peacescape said you mean something to me. I don’t think she was referring to the fact that you’re my mentor.”

He breathes out, defeated. “I used to live in District Two. Me, you and Marcus went to grade school together.” 

Your eyebrows draw in, waiting for there to be a hint of a memory. “Marcus?”

“The boy that escaped.” He says.

“And what’s your name?” 

“Sejanus Plinth.” 

A part of you wishes that the memories would suddenly flood in at the mention of his name. Like the dozens of times before, there is no reaction, nothing magically clicks. It sits there, at the front of your mind, where it’ll stay for the next few hours until its spotlight is gone. Then, it’ll fade like everything else.

“Sejanus, I’m sure we’re great friends.” You tell him.

“I’m so sorry, (Y/n). You shouldn’t be here.” He’s back to holding on to your fingers, tears appearing in his eyes. “You and Marcus should be at home.”

“There’s nothing we can do about it now.” You shake your head. “How far are we into the process?”

A tear slides down his cheek, he wipes it away. “Dr. Gaul has approved the sponsorship program, so we need to get you support from the Capitol.”

You nod, “That’s vaguely familiar.”

“Well, they’re still doing the interviews for that, it’s on a voluntary basis now, so it’s no longer required.” He sighs. “If you don’t want to, you don’t have to.”

“I feel like I don’t have much of a choice. If that’s a factor that’ll help me win, I should do it.” You press your lips together. “Did I have any ideas?”

“You said you wanted to gain sympathy by telling them about your sick sister.” Sejanus murmurs.

“My sister is sick? Which one?” You ask.

“You didn’t say.” He says.

You tilt your head back, looking at the balcony above. You could honestly scream from how stupid this is. It makes no sense, how could you forget a detail that important? Or the fact that your mom is dead? Why is this happening to you?

“I’ll think of something else.” You tell him, closing your eyes. “I can’t use that anymore because I don’t remember.”

“It’s okay, (Y/n), you don’t have to.” Sejanus says.

A whistle is blown, you jump in the chair, yanking your hands toward your head to cover, but they don’t even make it halfway before the cuffs dig into your skin harshly, halting the movement. You squeeze your eyes shut as your hands begin to tremble.

A hand is placed on your arm, squeezing your shoulder. “You don’t have any pockets, so you need to put the sandwich in your shirt somewhere. I’m out of time.”

You breathe out shakily, leaning into the table to hook a finger around the inside of your shirt. “If you can wedge it there.”

He does, and no matter how hard you jostle, it keeps in place, giving you hope that it’ll make it back to the zoo enclosure. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” He says, getting to his feet. “Okay?”

You have to force yourself to nod, raising your head. He doesn’t move from where he stands, waiting for your confirmation. “Okay.” You breathe.

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