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hongism · 7 months

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DJANGO. - s. mingi (m)

➼ genre; smut ➼ pairing; mingi x fem!reader ➼ au; outlaw/hitman!mingi, dystopian futurism, lore accurate ateez ➼ warnings; explicit smut ➼ rating; m/18+ ➼ wc; 3.7k

Top shelf bourbon, no ice, and an orange peel over the rim of the glass. You only like the taste when it comes from his lips.

part of the outlaw miniseries.

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➼ smut warnings; piv, unprotected sex, biting, marking, rough sex, choking (unsafe practices used pls don’t do!), pain kink/play, slight blood play, creampie, pet names: darling & angel

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He comes into the bar as you’re wiping down the counter. One small glance at him would be enough to tell you where he’s been — the sweat on his brow under the brim of his cowboy hat is a dead giveaway for sure — but you don’t even need that much to know. A smell comes with him, one that you aren’t fond of but have grown used to in the time you’ve known this man, and that’s the lingering sulfuric scent that wafts into the bar with him. It clings to his leather jacket like a second skin by now. Perhaps part of you should be flattered that he comes to you after a hit, but then again this bar is all but his home, so you’re simply in a convenient place at a convenient time every time he returns.

“Want your usual?” you ask despite it being well past closing time. Preferential treatment for someone you’re quite fond of, and also on account of the man currently stationed on the roof seizing ownership of the bar prior to you being hired. Turning back, you pull a glass tumbler from the shelf without waiting for his response, affirmed by nothing more than a grunt as he comes to sit down at the bar. “How were things tonight?”

“Have you been waitin’ long?” Mingi asks in lieu of answering, and you smile to yourself.

“Hm, no, I wouldn’t say so. I had ample time to clean everything and wonder about when and how you would come in, so I’d say that’s time well spent.”

“And how exactly did you think that’d go down?” Sometimes you wonder if Mingi genuinely wishes to know your thoughts or if it’s simply a desire to prolong the conversation. Either way, he watches you with such rapt focus that you feel heat on the back of your neck from the scrutiny.

Top shelf bourbon, no ice, and an orange peel over the rim of the glass. Setting the drink down before him on the counter, you lean hard on the wood as your eyes squeeze shut.

“You come with your big cowboy hat with that gun slung around your arm, and you come up to me right here at the bar and you dip your hat like such a fine gentleman before saying 'How're things 'round here these days ma'am?'." You open your eyes and smile wide at Mingi. "Is that a sufficient enough fantasy for you?“

He dips his chin as one side of his lips pulls up to form a misshapen grin.

“I missed a shot tonight.” The shock reads on your face too quickly for you to conceal comfortably, even as you duck your chin and clear your throat to play it off, Mingi stares at you the same. “He clipped my arm before taking one between the eyes.” You blink down to his sleeves, noting the singed leather on his upper left arm that shows clear signs of damage. There are bandages underneath — or at least you’re assuming them to be bandages, it’s difficult to tell with how scarlet stains them. You move without saying a word in response, and Mingi shifts to follow your movements with his gaze, dedicated to the point of rotating his body as you go. “Nothin’ too terrible, darling. I already patched it up just fine on my own.”

“You go out and get fucking shot,” you hiss through gritted teeth just as you come around the edge of the bar, “then waltz back here acting a damn fool?” Mingi spreads his legs the moment you come up to him, effectively letting you press even closer to him when your hands grab for the collar of his jacket.

“I wanted to see you,” he murmurs, eyes wandering all over your face. “Wanted to fuck you.”

“Mingi.” You pull his jacket down to his forearms as the noise of exasperation leaves your lips.

“What’s so wrong about that?” he asks in return, hand wandering from the counter to find a new home on your hip. His hand is large and warm and proves to be quite distracting when he starts to let his thumb run along the sliver of bare skin he can now reach. You don’t opt to answer his nonsensical question in favor of working the jacket off his shoulders and exposing bare arms and a skimpy leather vest that leaves fairly little to the imagination. Your focus remains strong though, and you hone in on the cloth bound around his bicep. The area is relatively clean aside from the bandage, to your surprise. Mingi reaches up to lay a hand over the one you still have clenched around his sleeve. “Cleaned and dressed it already, angel. Stop worrying that pretty little head of yours for a second and let me see you smile.”

“Don’t let my drink go to waste and let me actually clean this shit first. Then you can have both those things.” You pull away to find the nearest first aid kit just for Mingi to snag your belt loop and pull you back to him.

“And something extra?” His lips are chasing yours already; you push the tip of your index finger to them before he can get any closer. One kiss will be more than enough to distract you from the task at hand, which is like what he is aiming for knowing how Mingi is. Despite the less-than-stellar circumstances, you do find his cheeky grin endearing more than you find it infuriating, which means you only leave his side with a roll of your eyes and not any more snippy remarks.

He sits still and sips at the drink you prepared for him while watching you work. It feels like a bit of a rhythm that you fall into — pulling the first aid kit out, taking what you need from it, returning to Mingi’s side in little to no time — and you’re somewhat grateful for him allowing quiet to hang about the bar because it means you can clean his wound without distraction on his part. It truly isn’t a terrible injury, just as he had claimed (but you aren’t about to admit that to his face, otherwise you won’t hear the end of it for the next three weeks at minimum). However, he did not dress it well in the slightest and if he did clean it, then he did not do a thorough enough job by your standards.

Mingi’s glass is empty by the time you finish wrapping a fresh and proper bandage around his arm, securing it in its place with a strip of medical tape. You lean back to admire your handiwork that’s far and away better than what you started with. Mingi twists to look over it as well.

“Not half bad, huh?” you quip, nudging his knee with your hip before turning to return everything to where you dragged it from. Mingi’s fingers pinch and hook on the fabric of your front pocket first. In one quick motion, he spins you back to face him, though now he’s gotten to his feet and presses so close to you that you come face to face with his torso.

You get your first taste of him tonight right then when he dips down to capture your lips with his. Bourbon and orange sit heavy on his tongue as he licks into your mouth, and you drink in the taste. Like you’ve been starved of the taste for eons, like you’ve been searching for an oasis in the midst of a desert and he’s the last source of water on the planet. You laugh against his lips at the thoughts running through your mind at present — they sound more like the sweet nothings and pillow talk he would whisper to you before falling asleep under the stars than thoughts of your own.

Mingi shifts his weight against you and diverts all your thoughts towards other, much larger, and much more prominent things. Namely what’s pressing hard into your hip through his leather pants and making itself very known to you.

“Eager much?” you murmur, lips pulling up at the corners. Mingi’s hands move to the bar counter and cage you in against the wood. A shaky breath escapes you, one of anticipation and budding arousal. As the air from your lips fans out across Mingi’s sharp features, he leans in and catches skin between teeth, nipping and tugging hard enough to sting. First at your already swollen lips, then lower just below your jaw, again and again on the way down your neck until he’s satisfied to pause at your collarbone. He drags teeth over the fragile skin there in a way that makes goosebumps rush over your skin.

Hands scramble to find purchase on each other’s bodies, and when that’s not enough, Mingi settles to sweep his arms wildly behind you on the counter. It sends the first aid kit flying, tipping it over the edge of the bar and making it clatter on the ground. His empty glass follows a similar path and meets a much more brutal fate; it shatters against one of the stools and splays across the floor to your left. The door to the roof bangs open to interrupt the spell placed between your bodies.

“Oi! Quit trashing my fucking glasses unless you're planning on replacing every last fucking one of them!”

The door slams back shut so quickly that you don’t have the opportunity to respond in the slightest, and the shock it leaves with you makes a laugh rip from your lips. You duck your head to rest against Mingi’s shoulder, laughing under your breath as the adrenaline pumps your heart more and more.

“Good to know he’s still alive, I suppose,” Mingi jokes through a laugh of his own, just before you lift your head and reach for another kiss.

“Let’s break some more shit just to piss him off.” Said somewhat as a joke, and other parts a completely serious attempt to weasel your way under Hongjoong’s skin, Mingi ignores that in favor of pulling you away from the bar. His hands pull and tug at your thighs, a clear urging to get you to wrap your legs around his waist, and you give him what he desires so desperately in exchange for a kiss that’s full of teeth and saliva.

Your hands never settle on any particular part of him for a second longer than needed — you want him in ways that are beyond simple desire, and your eagerness must be evident to some degree based on how Mingi nips at your lower lip. He’s not very gentle in the way he splays you over the pool table, and you narrowly miss the triangle of balls in the center as your head thuds against the surface. Mingi hoists your hips closer to the edge of the table without preamble. Just as you’re reaching down to wrap a hand around the back of his next, aiming for another kiss, Mingi ducks down between your legs.

“Min—oh.” Your gut tightens and cuts your train of thought short. There’s pressure between your legs and against your sex, even through your pants, you can feel the efforts of his fingers at your clit. You swing an arm wildly around the table in search of something to ground yourself yet all you can hold onto is the border of the table.

“Want me, angel?” His nails dig into your skin around the waistband of your pants. It’s enough to sting and burn, you tighten your grip on the table as though it’s Mingi you’re grabbing instead, and he lets out a low chuckle that reverberates through you. “Such a pretty little thing you are… letting me have my way with you.”

“I—” air hisses through your gritted teeth as Mingi begins to drag your pants down your legs at an agonizing pace “—I’ll take charge myself if you don’t speed things up a bit, angel.”

He’s laughing again as he stands upright, pants pulled down to your ankles, and he leans over your prone body to look you in the eye. When he speaks again, his breath is hot on your lips.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, y/n. I’m at your mercy whenever you want me to be.” He lowers his face to your neck, teeth snagging the fragile skin there and nipping hard enough to make your body tingle. “You can even have me on my knees if that’s what you want…”

“Mingi.” This time, rather than an attempt to spur him on, your tone begs him to slow down because the mere prospect of what he’s whispering into your skin has your head spiraling. Of course, now, he doesn’t wish to do that. He hooks two fingers around the crotch of your underwear, which in turn causes his knuckles to drag through your sopping folds and give you the slightest bit of stimulation. The weight of his body does nothing to keep you from jolting under him, a startled moan slipping out right against the shell of Mingi’s ear.

“Don’t you feel it, darling?” he murmurs against you as your panties are stripped from your body just as your pants were. “That rush of adrenaline — I’m still feeling the high of that fight and getting shot. Makes me wanna fuck you into oblivion even more than ever.”

“Some wou-would call that insanity, hun.”

“Hm? That I get turned on when it’s a close call?” His arm buckles when he tries to brace himself against the table, and your eyes flit over to the wrapped wound there nervously. Red peeks through the bandages again, yet he doesn’t seem to mind one bit. He notices your focus in an instant, though seems far less concerned than you are. He keeps that arm where it is as he reaches down to his pants and undoes them as best he can with one hand. There’s fairly little effort in that regard, however, because all he does is move them enough to pull his dick out. You barely get a glimpse at what all he’s doing before you feel him against your cunt, nudging between your folds. “Feels even better when I’m hurtin’, angel.”

Mingi rolls his hips forward, but he doesn’t enter you quite yet. His cock thrusts between your folds in a lewd imitation of the real thing. His focus shifts from watching the way his cock pushes against your clit to see your reactions unfold. You sling your arm forward and clench your fingers hard around his forearm.

“You want it to hurt or no?” Mingi asks through a grunt, hand pressed down over where his cock slides against you to form something of a pseudo-hole for him to fuck.

“No prep, please, just — just go in.” His pace falters slightly at the permission, though the look in his eyes tells you that he wants nothing more than to do that right now. “And come inside, please~” A low blow, perhaps, but you know it’ll knock his evident concerns about your well-being away in full, and it does indeed spur him into action.

“Grab my arm.”

“I am.”

“Not like that, darling.” Mingi reaches around with his used hand, wet with your arousal and his combined, and he grips your wrist until you let go of his forearm. You don’t realize what he’s wanting until he guides you up to his bicep and places your hand right over his injury. “Hurt me a bit, angel, you know I love it.” You tighten your hold around the bandage just a little. “Don’t be afraid to make me bleed.”

“Mingi,” you exhale, then he’s spreading his fingers around your neck. Your breath hitches in your throat.

“Do you trust me, y/n?”

“Of course.”

“Then hurt me,” he says before lining himself up with your entrance and pushing into you slowly and deliberately. The stretch burns something awful, and it draws a noise that’s more akin to a wail than a lust-filled moan out of you. Surely something your companion upstairs on the roof will overhear and wonder about, but he’s never interrupted beyond a certain point before and you’re confident he won’t now either. Regardless, the thought of Hongjoong is a dwindling one that doesn’t linger long because Mingi fills your senses to the brim, as well as you In the filthiest way you can describe. You’re hardly conscious of how hard you’re clinging to him, but the palm of your hand is wet against his arm, and he’s tensing in your grasp with each passing second.

There’s something terribly exhilarating about it. You understand, for a moment, that rush of adrenaline he had mentioned not long ago. As your body stretches to form around his length, you find yourself wanting to mold him in similar ways. The pressure on your neck increases bit by bit; Mingi leans further over you and pushes his hand more into your throat. It’s far from safe but it hurts so good that your brain feels fogged already.

“Fuck,” you hear the word slip off Mingi’s tongue once he’s fully buried inside your tight heat, walls firm around his thick cock.

“Don’t make me wait long,” you say back, tone nothing but breathy thanks to the pressure restricting you.

You had grown up hearing the notion that there is no violence in love, but there is in both infatuation and obsession. Perhaps you and Mingi are living proof of that, with how you exercise your affections onto each other in ways that would be considered sinister to others, but at the end of the day, you two are simply indulging in things that bring you both pleasure.

Mingi heeds your words so carefully and doesn’t waste a second longer than he has to before he’s beginning to drive his cock in and out of your cunt. You cling to him all the same, only squeezing harder as the ache blooms into something more pleasurable than painful. You still taste citrus on your tongue, a lingering gift from his lips, and your brain hones in on that taste as it becomes harder to breathe under his palm. You’re far from light-headed, especially with how his grip rubs up and down your neck with the force of his thrusts. It will leave marks, perhaps your whole neck will be red as though you’d been scratching at it all night, but you revel in the fact that you will be leaving Mingi will a similar mark. A wound that’s nothing more than a graze across his skin will bloom into something that lasts longer and bothers him a bit more. Perhaps he will be back to you before it’s even healed.

“Mingi,” you moan, chin tipping back further. He’s quiet as always — though only in terms of actual words because his lewd noises don’t cease for a second, and he nearly has you beat with how many groans drip from his lips like sinful honey. You wish to drink it all up, take every noise from his tongue and swallow them with your own until there’s nothing left unshared between the two of you.

It’s deeply carnal the way he fucks you like he’s clinging to a lifeline, and you feel the urgency in his movements from how his hips snap against your body to how heavy and frantic his breathing has become. Though, you’re no better than he, dancing to the same illicit tune.

Suddenly you can breathe easy again, and you gulp down the air that enters your mouth so greedily that you almost choke on it. Mingi’s hand drags from the column of your throat down your torso until he has his fingers settled against your cunt just above where his dick connects your bodies.

“Come on me, darling, fuckin’ cream all over my dick like you’re made to.” The way he rolls your clit between his fingertips is brutally stimulating. It fills you with such a white-hot pleasure that you’re forced to release his arm in favor of covering your mouth to keep your noises from resonating through the room further. Mingi snatches your arm away in a split second, making sure that all you’re able to accomplish is a quick smear of his blood across your face. He folds himself over your body just as the stimulation sends you over the edge you’re teetering at, and as you unfurl into an orgasm, Mingi is there to drag his tongue across your cheek and jawline. When your back curls off the pool table, he sneaks the hand that was just toying with your clit around your back and holds your body up to his.

The kiss he delivers to your lips is one that’s metallic and wet, but you greet his tongue with your own in a fit of eagerness to feel him further. He hoists you further up until you’re all but seated on his cock. The throb between your legs is still so intense that you don’t notice his dick twitching against your walls, nor do you feel the first spurts of come inside you, but you do notice when Mingi bites your tongue hard enough to make it bleed. You’re still writhing in his grasp when he stops thrusting up into your pussy, and you cling to his face like letting go is simply not an option.

It hurts when your mouths finally separate because then you feel the throb of the bite on your tongue in full and taste the evidence of it in the back of your throat.

“Satisfied, angel?”

Your breath intermingles with his, and he’s still chasing your mouth in the hopes of taking another kiss from you. There’s a grin tugging at the corners of your lips as you press your index finger to his chin.

“Not even close.”

He laughs.

“Good, because I’m hardly done with you yet.”

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crxshed-skxlls · 9 months

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— ❝ Enough is Enough.

Sub!Ticci Toby x Fem!Reader

Word Count:

NSFW tags: Rough sex, bondage, begging, degradation, p-I-v sex, riding, overstimulation,

Plot: Toby has been teasing you all day. You finally snap, and take matters into your own hands.

NOTE: This fanfic is a bit shorter than my usuals (2k - 3k+) (creds to divider)

The plush bed and white sheets framed Toby's figure quite nicely as his doe eyes lay into yours. Your hands snake upward on Toby's torso, feeling the tender but scarred skin. He let's out a whine, the pretty brown restraints keeping him from moving too much. You thought he was so beautiful right now, watching his cock twitch and redden from neglect. Watching how his body begged to be touched, begged for more. You hum in amusement, your hands moving downward to his thighs. He writhes under the rope with a whimper, and you can almost tell he was close to angered tears. His hazel eyes were pools of alluring lust with twinges of desperation.

" What's the matter? "

" Mm -- miss please-- "

" Please what? C'mon baby, use your words. "

The way your voice had a hidden malice to it, covered in an innocent honey as you practically torture the poor brunette. He groans, his head hitting the pillows beneath him as he bucks his hips in desperation. You knew how Toby got when he was like this, all needy and teary eyed from the feeling of sexual neglect. You soon take a hand and softly grab the man's shaft, making him gasp from the sudden touch. You keep a hand on his thigh, keeping his hips down as you tease the veins that stuck out among the sensitive flesh. You watch him moan and whimper from the teasing, shaking his head as if he was at a loss for words.

" You're suck a teasing slut, you know that? Taking all the time in the world to tease me like that...

" Mm- m Sorry -- "

" Sorry? Sorry for what? "

You hear him in his slurred speech as he whimpers and whines at your touch. You watch as you stroke your hand all the way to the head of his cock, your thumb swirling softly on it was he spills out more moans. You can physically feel him trembling, shaking desperately with lust. You gulp at such a sight as it hits you to your core, making you ache as you sit between Toby's legs. You take a moment to stop, making Toby lock eye contact with you.

" You want more, huh? "

" Yes! Yes pl- please-- "

" Then be a good whore for me. If I give you want you want, you go by my rules. "

Toby nods vigorously, watching as you escape from his legs and straddle his hips. The way he eyes your slick pussy as it hovers over his dick makes you bite your lip.

" Do not cum until I say so. Understood? "

" Y- Yes ma'am. Please-- "

Toby chokes on his sentence as you lower yourself onto all of his cock in one swift, slick motion. You groan at the stretch, your hand stabilizing itself as you place it next to Toby's head. You feel the brunette arch his back, letting out a shameful moan as he attempts to buck into you. His tears spilled onto his reddened cheeks as you let him buck into you. You moan as Toby hits all your good spots, slamming into your cervix as he tries to please you.

" God -- your a desperate bitch, huh? Shamelessly thrusting into me like this -- "

You degrade Toby, sending him a bit over the edge. You feel his climax coming from the way his dick twitched in you and his sputtering movements, giving you a pleasurable idea. You watch with moans and pants as Toby's moans sang into the humid air. You soon find him whining and babbling as he feels you slide off of him. Your hand soon returns the pleasure, stroking his cock fast as his hips sputter. You feel his back arch yet again, white ropes shooting onto himself as he finally reached his desperate high. Pants fill the air as a sinister grin plants onto your face as you see him drenched in his own fluids.

" Toby, darling~ what did I say about cumming with my permission? "

You coo softly as you continue to stroke him, watching is he moans at the spikes of overstimulation. You watch as his dilated eyes lay onto you with a twinge of fear. You smirk as you slide your thumb across the slit of his cock, making him shiver.

" Well, we have all night to get your act in order, don't you think?.."

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runningfrom2am · 4 months

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the finer things in life // LTPF

summary: coryo merely tolerates you at the beginning of the series. this, is why.

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

wc: 4.6k

masterlists / nav / requests

tags/warnings: capitol brat!reader, maybe slightly ooc coryo, idk i tried my best. underage drinking/drug use (its just weed dw), some suggestive content that's not explicit (that's a first for me woah).

a/n: THIS DROPS SOME MAJOR LORE FOR THIS SERIES LIKE PLS- this is so fun and i hope you guys really like it bc i stepped out of my comfort zone a bit here. anyway, happy new year!! as a treat, have r and coryo getting way too messed up for their own good :)

this is mentioned in one of the parts of s2 (oh god i have no clue which one but trust me.) anyway, here's the night they were talking about.

series masterlist // playlist

"Hey, Coryo." You smile, sitting yourself down across from him at the lunch table.

"Y/N/N." He nods, hardly looking up from his food.

"So," You him, leaning forward with your elbows on either side of your plate. "Are you coming to Livia's big party this weekend?"

He shrugs, swallowing before looking up at you. "I don't know. Maybe. Feels a little... trivial."

"Ugh," You scoff, playfully rolling your eyes. "Of course it's trivial, Coriolanus. It's a birthday party for a seventeen year old that's probably going to have fireworks and a four tier wedding cake." You laugh. "But I have to go, so you should too."

He smiles at you a little, tilting his head with a raised eyebrow. "A wedding cake?"

"Probably. You saw the invitations." You chuckle. "We can walk together, and I'll see if I can sneak in some posca from our cellar. Please?" You plead.

"Won't your parents be driving you? I wouldn't want to impose." Coryo insists politely.

"Oh, god, no." You laugh. "They're allegedly busy. My father will be working, and my mother will be waiting for him to finish work. Can't tear her away from that. My theory is that they just don't want to go."

"Oh, I see." He replies. Your parents not attending social events wasn't uncommon. Their attention was notoriously hard to attract, and his parents had long since passed, so it was pretty standard for the two of you to either walk together or get your driver to take the two of you places alone.

"Yeah! I think we'll end up walking because my brother has tutoring and god forbid he walk anywhere, but that way there's no dreadful small talk with my family anyway."

"Fine." Coryo agrees. "Only because it's you. Also, I don't think talking to your parents is dreadful, Y/N/N."

"It is. Don't lie." You laugh, taking a bite out of your cookie and waving him off.

You hear the doorbell and run to answer it before anyone else can. "Mom! Coryo's here, I'm leaving now! Bye!"

"You're not going to invite him in?" Your mom asks, cutting you off in the foyer.

"We're already running late, sorry!" You insist, adjusting your hold on the two gift bags in your hands very carefully.

"Alright, well, have fun, dear. Extend our apologies to Livia's parents for us."

"Will do!" You nod, giving her a quick thumbs up before opening the door.

"What do you need a bag for?" She asks and you roll your eyes at your friend standing in front of you before turning to face her again.

"They have a pool, I might need to change." You groan.

"Oh, right." She seems satisfied with that answer. "Hello, Coriolanus, how are you doing tonight?" She asks, turning her attention to him.

"I'm well, Ma'am. Thank you. And you?" He smiles politely.

"We gotta go, Mom, bye!" You shut the door before she can answer.

As soon as you're out of sight from your house, you stop and dig through the tissue paper in one of the gift bags.

"Isn't that for Liv-" Coryo's question is cut off by you holding a bottle of a nondescript liquor out to him.

"This one is for us." You smile, taking another bottle out before shoving the folded-up gift bag into your backpack. "Cheers." You twist the cap off of yours, knocking it against the one he's awkwardly holding before taking a swig.

"Posca? Should we..." He clears his throat. "Should we really be drinking? I feel like we'll get in trouble."

"It's not Posca, it's better. Besides, no trouble if no one knows." You reassure him. "Also, I would bet money that we show up and Festus and Pup are already stumbling."

"You're the most terrible influence, Y/L/N." Coryo shakes his head with a smile on his face, opening the bottle anyway to try it.

"No!" You laugh. "This is good for us. It makes me more... digestible to these stuck-ups."

"Are you not included in that group?"

"Oh, Coriolanus Snow, we are at the top of the list."

The air in the expansive house is as hot and stuffy as it could possibly be. It reminded you so much of your own, but warmer, in a way. Maybe it was just the sheer volume of people inside and the buzz of alcohol in your system.

Livia's parents had been kind enough to leave the whole back garden and pool for you kids to enjoy, and to have your own space free from all of the adults who were also invited.

It was warm out for a May evening when you finally made it outside after saying your 'hello's to all your classmates' parents. Your own parents insisted that you spend a decent amount of time doing so, despite them not being able to make it. Coryo was known to do this as well, so you made your rounds together before thanking the Cardew's for the invitations and they showed you where all the other kids were outside.

Coryo already wanted to leave, and if you did as well, you were good at hiding it. He couldn't tell, blindly following you through the crowded house before making it outside.

"Party's here!" You call out as you step out onto the patio, allowing Coryo to close the door behind you.

"Y/N, you gorgeous girl, finally!" You're quickly greeted by Hilarius Heavensbee, and god, Coryo has never hated him more as the boy is wrapping his arms around you. His attempts at flirting with you are humiliating- Coriolanus doesn't know how he couldn't see that he was embarrassing himself.

"Hilary, you flatter me." You chuckle, gently patting his back with your free hand as you pull away.

"You know I try." He laughs, shrugging as he slides in between the two of you, draping an arm over your shoulder.

"Where's the birthday girl?" You ask, holding up the gift bag. "I need to ditch this."

"That's a good question..." Your classmate says, scanning the groups scattered across the lawn in search of Livia.

"I can carry that, if you'd like." Coryo offers, desperate to remind you of his presence. He wasn't going to let you ditch him- you were the only reason he even attended.

"Oh, no. I've got it. Thank you, though." You wave him off, looking up at the boy whose arm is sitting over your shoulder uncomfortably. "Hilary, could you grab Coryo and I some glasses, please?"

"Uh, yeah, sure." He says, stepping away. "What do you want?"

"Oh, just the glasses please. We brought our own drinks." You wink.

"Alright, but only if you share." He chuckles.

"I'm nothing if not generous." You joke, pushing him in the direction of where you see the beverage table is set up.

"His share is coming out of your bottle." Coryo says once the boy is out of earshot.

"Who do you think I am?" You ask, placing the giftbag on the ground and grabbing your bag off your shoulder, digging through the fabric you used to muffle the sounds of glass bottles rattling against one another. "I brought enough for the class."

"Of course you did." He chuckles, shaking his head slightly as you carefully pull another bottle out of the bag. "Be a doll, go dump this in the punch?" You smile up at him, holding it out to him expectantly.

"No! I'm not spiking anything." He laughs.

"Suit yourself, Boryo Coryo." You sigh with a teasing smile, placing your bags on the ground and walking over to the table at the side of the house, unscrewing the cap as you go.

"Where'd Y/N/N go?" Hilarius asks, returning to Coryo's side. He just nods over to you in response, not tearing his gaze away from your form as you dump the contents of the bottle into the bowl.

"Ah, gotcha." Your classmate laughs, holding an empty glass out for Coryo to take.

Coryo mutters a quiet 'thanks', refocusing himself on inspecting the glass in his hand for any dirt or fingerprints. It was spotless- of course it was.

"So, are you guys like... together? Or what's the deal?"

"Pardon?" Coryo is taken aback by the question, finally looking up at the boy.

"You and Y/N." He gestures toward you as you stir the bowl, simultaneously holding the mostly empty bottle up to your lips to let the last few drops fall onto your tongue. "You're always hovering around each other. Anything more to it? Everyone is wondering, but no one dares ask her."

"Oh. No." Coryo shakes his head, wishing his glass was full of whatever bitter alcohol you'd gifted him so he could down it all in one go.

"Sweet." Hilarius grins to himself, watching you intently.

Coryo raises an eyebrow at Hilarius, perplexed by his reaction. "What's so sweet about it?" he asks, trying to understand the amused grin on Hilarius' face.

Hilarius chuckles, leaning in slightly as if about to share a secret. "If you're not gonna go for her, I will."

Coryo's cheeks flush with a mixture of embarrassment and anger. "Be my guest." He spits through gritted teeth. He should have drank more- perhaps it would have made Hilarius's juvenile pursuits more tolerable.

Hilarius nudges him playfully, "Life's too short for missed opportunities, if you ask me." He looks back at you again, not so subtly raking his eyes over your figure and how it fits in your favourite party dress. "And that would be a damn shame of a missed opportunity."

Coryo glances over at you, catching your eye for a brief moment before quickly looking away. He clears his throat awkwardly. "If you say so. I find she's quite... overwhelming, at times."

"That's the best thing about her." Hilarius muses. "Just imagine it... You know what I mean? I bet she's just crazy. In a really good way."

Coryo's brow furrows at the implication, both from offense and intrigue. He knew you were stunning- even a fool could have told him that, but it was to make a mockery of your name to only look at you and see merely the potential of what you could do with your body. To him, you were like morning rain in the springtime; a breath of fresh air when you didn't have to defend yourself at every turn, but Hilarius Heavensbee didn't know the first thing about walking in the rain.

"Don't be vile." Coryo scoffs, giving a slight shake of his head.

As you finish up with the concoction in the bowl, Coryo watches you with a newfound awareness, a subtle curiosity lingering behind his stare.What would it be like? It's not something he has ever considered, or even had the time or desire to look at anyone that way. Especially not you, you were so personal to him it was off limits even in his own head. He didn't understand the seemingly overnight shift a couple years ago now where all the boys in your class started looking at you and the other girls like pieces of meat, but suddenly watching you lick clean the spoon you used to stir the punch, he could see that maybe they had a point. What it would be like to hear you panting into his ear. Tired, loving, even, like he was the only man in the world who could make you feel so, so good. To have your deep red lipstick staining his skin, his shoulders, his neck, possibly lower. The idea of having to explain the stains on the inside of his shirt to Tigris when he pleads with her to somehow get them out has his heartbeat racing... Likely, though, it was just the liquor starting to settle in his veins, is what he decided as he adjusted the front of his dress pants.

Hilarius chuckles at Coryo's reaction, seemingly unfazed by his disapproval. "Relax, man. I'm just saying, life's too short not to appreciate the whole package. Y/N's got the brains, the looks, and that fiery spirit. It's like having your cake and eating it too."

Coryo arches an eyebrow, unconvinced. "I appreciate her for more than just appearances, you know."

Hilarius smirks knowingly. "Of course, of course. I'm just speaking from a purely hypothetical standpoint. No harm in imagining what could be."

Coryo shoots him a skeptical glance, but before he can respond, you join them, empty bottle in hand. "What's the topic?" you ask, catching the tail end of their conversation.

Hilarius grins, shrugging. "Oh, just discussing the finer things in life. You know, like cake."

You raise an eyebrow, sharing a confused glance with Coryo. "Cake? Really? Are we eight?"

Coryo rolls his eyes. "Apparently, it's a metaphor for appreciating the whole package."

You raise an eyebrow, but neither of them care to elaborate. "Well, I hope you both appreciate this 'whole package' of a potion I just whipped up. It should be interesting." You nod back toward the table, taking one of the glasses from your classmate to pour the remainder of your bottle out for the three of you.

By the time your unknowing classmates started to loosen up, you were sitting in a circle in a corner of the yard with a few others.

"I have a present for everyone." You state in a pause of conversation, and Coryo watches as you reach into the front of your dress, into your bra, and pull out a small paper bag.

"Uhm- what is that?" Clemensia asks, leaning back as if the bag would explode.

"Weed!" You laugh, looking around at the suddenly silent group of kids you're sitting with as you peel the bag open, the smell wafting through the air making some of your friends scrunch up their noses in disgust. "Oh my god- have none of you ever seen weed before?" You knew they hadn't, you hadn't really, either, but it was fun to tease them.

They all share confused and embarrassed glances. "Guys, come on..." You chuckle.

"I don't think we should..." Festus mumbles, clearing his throat. Of course he was going to be a baby about it.

"It's harmless! It's a plant, how much could something that grows out of the ground really hurt you?"

"Have you ever heard of poison ivy? Or that stuff poor people in the Districts burn to clean their houses or whatever?" Arachne spits, side-eying the bag on the ground.

"Sage isn't poisonous." Sejanus grumbles, hardly audible next to you.

"Okay, yes, but this is just weed. It's fun. Trust me." You plead, looking around at your friends, eyes locking on Coryo to your left.

"Okay, big shot, have you done it?" Clemensia asks, clearly already knowing the answer.

"Well... No, but there's a first time for everything, isn't there?" You smile. "Coryo, come on." You point him out in particular and he curses himself because he knows he can't say no to you.

"Okay... what do we do with it?" He questions quietly.

You squeal, the alcohol really showing as you lean into him, hugging him excitedly. "That's my boy! We smoke it."

"Alright, how?" Hilarius cuts in, forcing you to look at him instead of Coryo as you furrow your brow.

"Uh... that's a good question. I brought matches, though."

Sejanus sighs. "Anyone have an apple?" he speaks drawing everyone's attention, confused looks now focused on him.

"An apple?" Someone inquires about specifics, but you're busy making yourself comfortable closer to Coryo, leaning your head on his shoulder. When he realizes you're there to stay, he quickly reaches for the bottle at his side to take another swig. He's far too sober to have you all over him like this, he wonders if you could feel his heartbeat the way he could.

"To make a pipe." Sejanus explains, like it's obvious.

You smile, nodding at him. "You heard the boy- someone find him an apple!"

"And a pen." He adds.

"And a pen!"

It doesn't take long for the supplies to be acquired and passed over to him as you sit in a circle on the grass, watching Sejanus carefully as he uses the pen to dig into the core of the apple. You wanted to remember how, but the alcohol in your system was making it difficult to focus. You had to completely block out anything else happening around you.

"Y/N." You blink at your friend as he drops the pen into his lap, holding his free hand out to you.

"Huh?"

"The weed." He shakes his hand for you to pass him the bag.

"Oh! Right!" You giggle, reaching out for the bag and handing it to him as he pries it open.

"What are you doing?" Livia's voice comes from above you and you swivel your head, quickly getting dizzy from the movement.

"Y/N brought weed." Hilarius answers for him, smiling wide. "Isn't she just the coolest?"

Coryo stares at him, moving his arm tighter around your oblivious form so your classmates could better see his hold on you.

"I- um..." The birthday girl is caught off guard, and quickly looks over her shoulder up at the house. "Can you not do that here? Take it to the park across the street."

"Oh- Oh! Of course, yes." You nod, scrambling to get up, immediately pulling her into a hug. "I should have asked, I'm sorry." You slur, not noticing how tense she is under your hold.

"Are you... drunk?"

"Maybe." You giggle, holding a finger to your lips as you pull away. "Happy birthday, by the way! I brought a gift for you, 'is over there." You point over to the table you placed the bag under, swaying slightly.

"Yeah... I already opened it, remember?"

"Oh, shit. Right! Well, I hope you like it, Liv. You're just the best..." You hum, hugging her again as she gives a panicked look to your classmates behind you, who just laugh.

"Alright, let's get you out of here. We're gonna go to the park, okay Y/N/N?" Coryo says, prying you off of Livia and giving her an apologetic look.

"Right!" You giggle, turning so fast you almost lose your balance. "Who's coming?"

"I'll come." Hilarius nods, quickly getting up alongside Sejanus, but no one else moves or says a word.

"You guys are babies!" You laugh.

"And Y/N is a drunk at sixteen. We all have flaws." Persephone speaks up, smug smile on her face as she walks up behind Livia.

Immediately, Coryo is bracing you from swinging at her as your smile drops within an instant and you try and throw yourself at her, manicured hands open and grasping for her hair which you just miss as he holds you back.

"Yeah, that's enough." Coryo grunts, trying to hold you back without hurting you. "We should probably go."

"Coryo, let me go, she-" You hiss, trying to pry him off of you. You didn't know when he got so much bigger or stronger than you.

"Like I said, a drunk." Persephone chuckles, chewing every syllable as it comes out of her mouth.

"That's precious coming from a damn cannibal!" You spit, still trying to get through him as your classmate stares at you in shock. "Yeah- did you even know what your parents were feeding you? 'Cause I do! You probably liked it, you vulture!"

Hilarius holds back a laugh, coming up behind you and pulling you back, taking you from Coryo's grip and hoisting you up over his shoulder to carry you away as you hit at his back, screaming to be let down.

"That's our cue." Sejanus mutters, patting Coryo's shoulder and brushing past him to follow after you and your friend. "Thanks for having us, Livia!"

Coryo is fuming as he watches your classmate carry you away, but he still really can't pinpoint why. It must be the amount of alcohol- he's never drank this much before, but he has heard anger is a symptom. He's seen it in your father. Now, he's seen it in you; but it's not like that kind of outburst was abnormal coming from you. He's probably mad at Persephone for bringing that out of you. It's her fault, honestly.

He silently grabs your backpack and your bottles, half-hazardly throwing them in before swinging it over his shoulder and following after Sejanus without another word.

"So," Arachne states once he's out of earshot, taking a sip out of her glass as she remains on the ground. "Are we betting on Heavensbee or Snow to lose their virginity to her tonight?"

The group very quickly became a hung jury.

"Listen, I know the truth, okay, guys, hear me out." Clemensia speaks up over her arguing classmates. "Tonight, specifically, it'll be Hilarius." She holds her hand up to stop anyone who started arguing. "Coriolanus will probably wait until they're married or something, but trust me when I tell you that he will marry her."

"Marry her? We're sixteen, aren't you getting ahead of yourself, Clemmie?" Festus laughs, shaking his head.

"Obviously he doesn't know it yet, he's denser than over stirred cake batter, but he just follows her around like a lost puppy. That will never change, also, he's the only one that she's never had a problem with! And she'll fight with anyone!" Clemensia states, nodding with the finality of her statement. "That's all I have to say."

"Wait, you're telling me Coriolanus and Y/N aren't together?" Pup asks, just joining the conversation after sitting there confused for the last few minutes.

"My point exactly."

"Sejanus, you wizard, show us the ways." You giggle, plopping down on the ground where Hilarius carefully let you back onto your feet once you reached the park, previous argument completely forgotten.

"Okay." He laughs, sitting down next to you. "There's three holes in the apple. You hold it on the side like this, then you put the weed on the very top hole..." He explains as he's doing it, and you watch intently. "Then you hold the match up until it's burning, and you'll put your thumb over this hole here once you inhale it through the last one..." His voice trails off as he holds the apple up to your lips, doing all the work but letting you just breathe in the smoke.

You try, eyes closed as the three boys watch you until you pull away quickly to cough it all out as the smoke burned into your throat. "Oh my god..." You laugh, eyes watering as you continue to cough. "Your turn."

"You okay?" Hilarius asks with a slight chuckle, rubbing gentle circles into your back.

"Fine." You nod, quickly wiping your eyes.

"Here." Sejanus holds the apple out to the boy next to you. He takes it, and Coryo feels like he can finally breathe now that Hilarius doesn't have his hands on you.

"Where'd you learn this?" He asks Sejanus, ignoring your classmate following the same routine you did.

"Guess." Sejanus answers, looking over at him. "I don't smoke, but lots of my friends parents did. Back in Two."

"Right." The fact that they smoked around children didn't shock Coryo. Not one bit.

"Coryo, loosen up, man, you look like you're sitting with a stick up your ass." Hilarius offers it to him now, and he looks over at you. As if somehow you would tell him what to say.

"Try it!" You urge him on, shifting over so you're kneeling in front of him, taking the apple from Hilarius for him. "I'll light for you."

"Uh, okay, yeah." He swallows thickly, subconsciously leaning back a little bit at your closer proximity.

He takes the fruit from your hand, watching as your strike up a new match. "Tell me when you're ready..." You hum, moving even closer as he lifts the apple to his lips.

"Ready." He says quietly, and before you put the flames to the flowers, you're reaching up with your other hand to push his hair out of his face and hold it back for him so it doesn't somehow light.

He doesn't last long, looking into your eyes and trying to inhale the thick, abrasive smoke; it's only a second before he's pulling back quickly, coughing his lungs out as the other two boys laugh at him.

"It takes some getting used to, that's okay..." You smile, taking another hit while the flower was still burning.

You exhale, and it's smoother this time. "I did it!" You grin, choking only slightly over your words.

"Good job, Y/N/N." Sejanus laughs.

"You okay?" You ask Coryo and he nods, recovering from the coughing fit now as the weed really starts to take affect in your system.

You feel like your world is swaying as you kneel in front of him. "Did it work? Can you feel it?" You ask, and he shakes his head.

"It's the second hit." You determine, feeling bold as you straddle yourself over his lap. "I've got an idea. Do you trust me?" You whisper and he nods quickly, leaning back on his palms. Once again, not nearly drunk enough for this.

"Yeah, you know what, I've gotta get back. My parents are heading out pretty quick, here..." Hilarius makes an excuse, but you can hardly even hear him now. "Sejanus, you coming?"

Clearly getting the message he nods, standing up and dusting off his pants. "Have fun, you two. Get home safe."

"Bye!" You giggle, waving to them with your free hand.

The silence that surrounds you is deafening, particularly for poor Coryo, who is fighting for his life to not move. Not that he doesn't want you this close, apparently he does; if his body and his mind racing with thoughts are any indicator, the biggest problem is that he wants to touch you. He knows he shouldn't.

"I've got an idea." You say again, attention returned to him. "But you have to trust me."

"I trust you." He mumbles with a slight nod.

"Good." You smile, taking yet another pull from the apple, holding it carefully the way Sejanus told you to.

You painfully hold your breath, feeling the drug cloud your mind as you put it down gently on the ground next to you. Coryo starts to panic as you lean in closer, closer than you've ever been to him before, and god, did he hate and love where this was going.

You stop, lips brushing against his as you let the smoke out of your lungs, and all he has to do is breathe. Why is that suddenly so hard? He manages, somehow, feeling the smoke from your lungs flood into his own.

Once you move back, settling yourself on his lap and tilting your head at him, he turns to breathe it all out away from you. He doesn't know if he can look back.

You smile, settling your arms around his neck and subconsciously playing with the ends of his hair. "How does it feel?"

"Good." He says quietly, finally gaining the courage to look up at you.

"Good?" You hum with a slight nod, letting yourself get closer to him again as he rests a hand on your waist.

"Really good." He confirms, looking into your eyes; glazed over from the substances you so carelessly consume. "Y/N/N?"

"Yes, my dear Coryo?" You answer, already getting giggly.

He doesn't say anything more.

Fuck it.

With his free hand he's grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you closer, crashing his lips against yours.

"Y/N, hey." Coryo greets you, catching up to you just as you get to the front doors of the academy. He hasn't seen you since Saturday night- since he walked you home after you spent nearly an hour kissing him absolutely senseless at the park across from Livia's home. He couldn't stop thinking about it.

"Coryo, hi." You smile, textbooks tucked into your arms as you join him walking into the front doors of the academy on Monday morning. "How are you feeling?"

"Me? Fine." He shrugs, failing to mention the crippling hangover he was nursing for all of the day prior.

"What?" You laugh, sighing with fake disappointment. "That's not fair. I was dying yesterday. Literally, when I woke up I thought I had died and gone to hell. I don't even remember how I got home."

"You don't?" He chuckles nervously.

"No. I don't remember a thing." You laugh. "That's how you know it was a good night, so I've heard."

"Really? Nothing at all?" He asks, nervousness and disappointment flashing behind his eyes.

"Well, I remember spiking the punch." You laugh. "Why, did I do something bad?" Your laugh is replaced with anxiety as your voice lowers so only he can hear, catching the look in his eye.

Coryo clears his throat, avoiding your gaze as he shakes his head. "No, well... You did call Persephone a cannibal. Tried to fight her."

"Oh, well, that's standard." You shrug. "No big deal, then."

"Yeah. No big deal."

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lvvvyi · 1 year

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02 : Spencer Reid ✧

C.W : gn!reader ; ma'am/sir title ; edging ; undefined public space

Cond. Notice : decided that I'm going to post whenever I have a horny thought AND have the will to write properly

While letting out breathy moans, he digs his face further into your neck. He can't bear to look you in the eye, especially after his pointless begging. You take upon this chance to lightly bite Spencer's neck, making his volume increase again.

Below, your hand works busily on his cock, keeping at the same quick rhythm continuously. That is until he whines into your ear to let him orgasm this time.

As you fasten your pace, his grip on you tightens. This pulls you further into him, despite him leaning most of his weight into you. You don't really mind, honestly. You're mainly focused on the delicious sounds leaving your man, as he struggles to keep his voice down.

"Ah, Ma'am/Sir, pl-please let me cu-" Spencer's murmuring voice is interrupted by yours.

"I know what you want dear, but do you really want to get my clothes dirty?" You ask. "I thought you wanted to be good for me."

Slightly pulling his head away, he stares into your eyes with bitten lips opening and closing to form the right words.

"I-I do want to be good, I wa-want to be so good for you, but please I can't do this, ple-ahh, mmm, please let me, oh, please please…" Spencer rambles on to the point where you almost feel bad for him.

Skimming your mouth over his throat, you think you're convinced till a particularly sharp whine brings you back to your original plan. He just sounds and looks too good in this position, you want to savour every moment of it.

So, your hand leaves his dick, and you pull back slightly to admire his state.

Spencer stares are you in dismay, no amount of begging is working. His dick hurts so bad, the feeling of an orgasm building up just brings him to the edge. All he needs is you to give him a push, but you keep denying it, while smiling at his scrunched face.

'I know you can do it dear, you can hold on for another one, right?" You say, while running your hands over his chest, slowly inching down again.

Nodding his head in reply, he whispers a quiet "yes", and arches himself to you. You wrap a hand around his dick again, and begin to work him up to another orgasm.

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opluffys · 1 year

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Mentor + Mentee-

-second part-

somethin quick, this was posted to my archive first as usual. pls let me know if there are any errors or if it copied weird. enjoy!!! :)

tags- thigh riding, vaginal sex, creampie, rough sex, toxic relationship, fem reader.

3.5k words.

-Ghost x Reader-

-nsfw/smut-

Hanging up and tossing the heavy wired phone onto your desk, you groaned in pure exasperation. The paperwork on your desk seemed endless, the monotonous and drab of black ink on bright white paper burning your irises, enforcing a migraine on you.

You've just gotten off the phone with, whoever the fuck, discussing the possibility of getting an assistant to help you with the excess of paperwork you've been filling out as of late. You were a doctor, your main job consisted of ensuring your patients didn't bleed out under your steady and careful hand. It was already hard enough, and now you had the added stress of the sneering stack of papers mocking you.

You clicked the ballpoint pen, bouncing your leg as the tip of the pen hit the paper, dark ink pooling and bleeding through the thin material. Your grip tightened just then, the bouncing of your leg increasing tenfold as your thoughts ran wild.

And as you continued to think, you remembered a crucial detail.

The Task Force, fuck, they're coming back today. From some mission, and you're sure Gaz told you all about it while you gave him a routine checkup, but for the life of you, you couldn't remember the main gist of it.

You didn't want to face them, face him.

•

Biting back a wail of pain as you removed the intravenous line from Soap's arm, you heard Gaz howl in laughter from the spare cot he rested on. Which had garnered him an angered stare by Soap.

"You're such a baby," Gaz laughed, turning on his side to stare right at both you and Soap.

"Fuck off." Soap gritted, hissing in agony as you continued to stitch up his lesion.

"You gonna make me?" He teased, his stare not faltering on Soap's. He glared at him, about to retaliate with his own quip before you proceeded to wipe his wound clean, the sterile stench of the antiseptic flooding your nostrils. He let out a muted scream, his good arm covering the top half of his face.

"Keep still, Johnny." You huffed, adjusting the surgical mask pulled over your features. Gaz seemed to be having a field-day at watching the scene unfold, a smug smile on his lips.

"Gaz, I can stop the morphine drip, you know." You hummed, a hidden smile of your own forming. He looked at you, a glint of fear striking his honey eyes. You held back the urge to laugh, you enjoyed teasing both of these boys in your office, and you knew the three of you were aware that you'd never do anything to bring them more pain.

"Sorry ma'am."

Now it was Soap's turn to laugh, and you discarded your surgical gloves while hearing the two hurl crude insults at one another. They provided decent white noise, and you'd take that over the deafening silence of your rampant thoughts whilst your pen danced elegantly over the various documents.

The two eventually quieted down, a tranquil silence over them as you watched the pain medication take effect on their bodies. Not even five minutes passed before you heard them snore loudly, all cuddled up into the scratchy hospital blankets.

It'd been a couple of days since the entirety of the Task Force had returned. You've only been treating Gaz and Soap, your full attention on them. Usually, you would treat them all, but you honestly didn't want to face Ghost one on one. So, to take some heat off of you, you asked another medic to tend to both Price and Ghost. Just so he didn't feel like you'd singled him out.

But, your attempts would be in vain.

•

Stretching and hearing your joints and ligaments pop in relief, you slumped over the desk, a heavy sigh leaving your lips as you filed the last group of papers. Both Gaz and Soap had left your office today, thanking you for taking care of them (after raiding your lollipop drawer).

So, you sat alone, the small swooshes of air against your body feeling welcomed, the ceiling fan above creaking with every spin. All you'd have to do now was stamp the final line of the packet, ensuring you've read over the contents carefully, and then you were free. Free to run into the uncomfortable and ill-fitting confines of your bunk.

You were lost in the work, so much so you hadn't even noticed the hulking figure taking up most of the space within your office.

"You're avoidin' me."

You nearly shrieked in terror, almost developing a fatal case of tachycardia as you held your hand over your rapidly beating heart.

"What?" Part of you wasn't really surprised that Ghost had managed to sneak up on you, it was his job, after all.

"You're avoidin' me," He repeated, stepping closer to you in large and fluid strides.

"No, I'm not avoiding you. Don't be ridiculous." Yes, I am.

"Actin' all innocent on me," He was right across from you now, his large hands resting on the cheap and fake wood of your desk, hearing it creak under his weight, "we both know that's not the truth."

"It is." It isn't.

"Get up." He commanded, and you knew that tone, that authoritarian inside of him being twisted and used against you in a way that it shouldn't.

"I'm busy." Liar.

"I won't ask again."

You shuddered lightly, telling yourself that it was just because of the excessive air from the ceiling fan skating across your heated skin. But you knew such a thing was a falsified truth.

"What? What is so important that-"

"Come over here." He hushed you before you could even finish your sentence, seating himself on a sterilised and neatly prepped cot. It was all too familiar, to the point where that same damned familiar throbbing and heat was felt in between your legs.

Your legs shook, hesitating to even take a single step towards Ghost, your mind and body both telling you different things. It was tearing you apart in the most agonising and tortuous way.

Still, you'd made you way towards him, standing idly as you struggled to maintain eye contact with him. A scowl formed on your lips, eyes flickering to his chilled demeanour. You hated how he was always so calm- so tranquil and at ease, like he wasn't feeling the same things you were, maybe because he's not, at least not for you.

"Sit." He spread his massive legs, indicating exactly where he'd wanted you. You listened wordlessly, taking a seat on his muscled thighs, your hands fisting into your scrubs.

"Make it quick," You huffed, now attempting to remove your uniform, "I have a lot to do." You sighed, fingers hooking at your waistband and pulling down, or at least you'd attempted to do so, being stopped by a harsh hand encapsulating both of your wrists.

He held your hip with his lone hand, beginning to slide you over the thick muscle of his thigh, hearing you gasp in shock. His eyes pierced your own, roughly continuing to move you atop him, the material of both your scrubs and panties against your clit overwhelming.

The both of you continued to stare at one another, your breath quickening as you felt that cursed familiarity of your orgasm creeping up on you with silent strides. Your hands were still stuck in Ghost's firm grasp, wanting nothing more than to grab at him, to pull his mask forward and kiss him like you'd perish without it. Without him.

Just thinking of such a scenario had you reeling, your hips jerking as you felt your clit being rubbed just by his thigh alone. The feeling of his as well as your uniform dragging against that sensitive nub making your mind go hazy.

As you felt your release become imminent, he stopped his movements, unshackling your hands from his grip. He hastily tore your uniform, something of which he'd only done when he was particularly angered. With you or his mission, you had no clue.

His cruel stare on you was discomforting, he looked at you like you were a piece of meat- something subhuman. Just a body to warm his cock, and how fitting your thoughts were- because he quickly slipped his own bottoms down, revealing his erect cock for a split second before burying himself inside of you.

Always so rushed, hurried and lacking any control. A crude opposition to him on the field.

You suppressed a high pitched moan, hands itching to touch him, to ground yourself against him and ride him until your thighs would burn akin to hellfire. He let out a deep grunt, his hand slapping the excess flesh at your ass, bouncing you atop him like you had been weightless.

As much as you didn't want to admit it, you were familiar with the fact that you were just Ghost's stress reliever. How he'd prowl into your office during the late hours to bend you over any surface and fuck you until muted screams left your lips.

For a while, you didn't mind it at all.

In actuality, you'd enjoyed such a thing. You felt an odd sense of honour swell in your chest, at the sole fact that he'd chosen you. He chose your body to hold onto, to whisper vile and cruel things in your ear, to grab at your body like that was all you were- a body. Void of a soul, a conscious, anything.

Being his personal fuck-doll had its ups and downs, where he'd make you orgasm more times than you could count, fucking you until you cried. But the polar opposite, of when he'd leave dark purples on your thighs, your hips, neck, fucking everywhere.

Like he was doing now.

You felt his hands roam around your softer body, catching at the fat of your hips, anchoring himself to you and bouncing you atop his thick and girthy cock with fervour. It was as if he didn't know the extent of his raw strength, already biting dark hues of purple into your soft and delicate skin.

Your eyes fluttered shut as your body struggled not to slump forward, flush against his strong chest. You didn't touch him, you swore you wouldn't. He didn't deserve it. A pathetic little thing you told yourself, just so you didn't get attached, because there was nothing more you'd yearned for to hold him like a lover did. To wrap your arms around him and feeling him lovingly piston into you, to kiss your cheek tenderly while your wet insides squeezed him with a vengeful grasp.

It's all too late, anyway.

He stopped, grabbing your chin and watching as your eyes popped open in disillusion.

"Eyes on me," Low, accented tone gravelly as he commanded you.

How dare he, your eyes met his instantaneously. Watching intently as his platinum lashes rested on his zygoma for a millisecond before opening back up to look at you. To look into you, to pick you apart, seemingly, until you turned to nothing. An obedient creature glued to his side, aching knees and jaw being ignored as you served him, like the good little thing you were.

His strained sounds were heard, quiet groans and animalistic sounding grunts as he thrusted upwards, bashing into your womb again and again. It hurt so good and you fucking hated it. You hated how just sole eye contact alone would have you naked and pressed against his clothed chest, fat cock stretching your insides.

Fuck, you loved it.

You absolutely adored it, being stuffed full of him, his mushroom tip pressing flush against your womb. Loved the bruises, the blemishes he's caused. His markings, claiming you as his, his plaything. Like an infants grubby hands over a shiny new toy, slobbering all over it and showing everyone that it was theirs.

No, you'd repeat, whilst being lifted off of him, your hands linked with each other behind your back, before being brought back down to him. Heavy cock twitching inside your tight walls, slick coating his dick, veiny and big, always reaching new spots inside of you. Spots that had searing stars incandescently tug at your vision.

Conflicting emotions, a curse, something that'd have you lay awake at night. Lay in your own cot, or sat next to an ill patient. Thinking about him, wondering, perhaps he was thinking of you, too.

How laughable.

Your eyes wandered, the interminable connection of your irises to his inadmissible. His eyes were always so eloquent, nearly showing what he'd been thinking. You couldn't stand it. You enjoyed the mask, enjoyed not seeing his face, because then, it'd be that much more personal. He wouldn't be Ghost to you anymore, he'd be someone, someone more than just a bed warmer.

Would you, though?

He squeezed your hips, garnering your attention to him once more. His brows furrowed, a thin sheet of sweat encompassing the two of you. He continued to fuck into your slick heat, revelling in how you always took him so well, as he said. Drunk off of you alone, and it was one of those nights.

"Fuckin' made for me,"

Just a slip of the tongue.

But no, you took that and ran with it, lungs burning while your legs continued to sprint. Oh, how you wished that was the case. You were tethered to him for a single purpose, for him to empty himself into you, to lay you across the hospital cot and fuck you from the back, always feeling him so deep. A place where no other man could dare to traverse, could never reach, anyway.

Was it on purpose?

Moulding you to his shape, getting you accustomed (it was always impossible anyways, taking him) to his cock. To spite you when you settled down, found a man who would love you, who would care for you. He wouldn't be enough, because Ghost already left his mark.

You were knocked out of your thoughts, thankfully, when you felt his gloved fingers begin to rub tight circles into your clit. His eyes now studied where the two of you had been joined, watching as your greedy pussy would always desperately pull his girth back in for more, a pathetic beg, don't leave.

You suddenly wailed, your hands grabbing his broad shoulders for purchase as your body shook. Toes curling, back arching as your eyes etched shut, sparkly tears trailing down your heated cheeks. You came hard against him, your essence coating his cock as he fucked you relentlessly, low and deep growls rumbling through his chest. He cursed, feeling your velvety insides continuing to take him deeper inside, he's already giving it all to you but fuck, you want more, you want it all.

"Such a greedy little thing."

He always knew what you were thinking.

"Love when I fuck you like this, don't you?"

Yes, no, yes, no-

"When I fill you up, fuckin' love it, don't you," He groaned, throwing his head back as he buried himself deep within you, nearly invading the inside of your womb as his warm and thick seed filled you. Marking you so that no other man could ever- would ever, do something striking even to him. Such a cruelty, acting like you'd belonged to him. You didn't know what he'd looked like, only aware of his name from medical records.

"Always so good for me."

And you hated how that had been the unvarnished truth.

•

You stared at your hands, ungloved and bare. Soft, skilled, shaking.

Why?

You'd touched him, in a way you swore you wouldn't ever. You'd expected to be thrown off, to be looked at as scum, worse than such a thing.

It was an accident, you didn't mean to. You weren't thinking straight, it was unfeasible with him splitting you open atop his lap. You just needed to ground yourself against him, for fear of falling, pathetic excuses.

A rueful thing you'd been over the next days, your usual adept hands quivering and trembling as you'd treated some of your patients.

You heard the click of a door open, and your posture snapped up, glossy eyes searching for who entered your space.

A breath of relief as it had just been Price.

You snapped a fresh pair of gloves on, bright blue going well with your dark scrubs. You led him to a cleaned cot, asking him just what the problem had been.

"Nothin' much, love." You loathed yourself for how your heart desired him to call you more pet names. To fill in Ghost's shadow and take care of you, as the natural leader he was. You were sure he'd be excellent at doing so.

"Missed your stitches, though." He huffed, relaxing into the bed as you ran an intravenous line for him just in case.

You looked at him, a quizzical glint in your eye. "My medic didn't take good care of you two?" Just you-

"Oh, no, didn't mean it like that." He looked penitent, kind eyes trailing over you before returning back to your stare. "Just meant that you know me better, sweetheart."

It was the truth, you were the Task Force's doctor, after all. It was just an innocent compliment of how good of a physician you'd been. Yet, you felt dizzy, the room a pirouette as you forced yourself to become calm.

"I'll keep that in mind next time, Price." You smiled, motioning for him to lift his shirt to check his lesions and other deep gashes that required attention. Your medic had done a good job, stitching and sterilising his wounds. But, the stitches were beginning to loosen, and you didn't need the wound becoming infected.

Your touches on him were always solicitous on him, more so than the others. Your gloved fingertips gentle on his muscled body, your stare wrongfully looking at his abs, lower and lower to that mesmerising trail of h-

"Gaz and Soap again?" He questioned, his gruff voice shaking you.

You looked at him confused, before he nodded towards the empty jar of sweets. You hadn't even noticed, they must've done so when you were out of the room, those stealthy bastards.

"Had to be," You laughed, making a mental note to restock the jar, "sorry you didn't get one."

"S'alright love." He hummed, his striking blues closing as you redid the stitches over his abdomen, watching as his stomach twitched in response to your careful and airy touch.

You finished quickly, removing your gloves and tossing them in a spare bin. You questioned if he'd wanted the extra fluids and medication, but he'd declined, thanking you for patching him up.

You motioned to clean your station, grabbing the bag of saline fluid before it had popped open, spilling all over your top. You cursed in vexation, more angry at the lost supplies rather than your soiled uniform.

Price quickly was at your side, spare cloth in hand as he attempted to clean the saline from your scrubs. "It's fine," You said, not used to being so close to him. His scent was intoxicating, that hint of smoke already having you feel utterly addicted to his presence alone.

He brushed you off, offering his services as he continued to dry you off. The cloth caught on the neck of the scrubs, pulling the material just below your clavicle, just where that array of purple lay, unperturbed on your skin. He let out a rushed apology, fixing you to look decent, his demeanour so focused on you.

Normally, it was the other way around.

But it felt nice being the one taken care of, for once.

•

Tossing your uniform into the laundry, you felt nice in a new set of clothes. No longer being confined to scrubs, but instead a comfortable cotton outfit against you. You eyed yourself in the mirror, clicking your tongue in distaste. Dark rings of purple running around the underside of your eyes, looking as if you haven't slept in years. Hell, it felt that way, too.

You'd had a long day, full of monotonous paperwork, sobbing soldiers who had flooded your office, crying for their mothers, and the thoughts of both Ghost and Price so tiring. You were giddy to finally be able to curl up into your bunk, drifting off into a dreamless sleep before your day would repeat at dawn.

And that was exactly what you had planned to do, to forget the days contents and reset and rest for the next.

But there Ghost was, at your door and telling you something, his words lost on you as you stared at him, balaclava pulled securely in place. Your eyes were fixed on his shoulders, right where you'd touched.

He beckoned you on to follow after him, and you wanted to plant your feet to the floor. To tell him no, to tell him that you had better things to do than to get fucked by him tonight.

Of course, you didn't do any of that.

Instead, you followed his lead, not asking a single question the entire way.

#fanfic #smut #cod mw2 #cod mwii #cod smut #cod x reader #ghost cod #ghost mw2 #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley

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gizkasparadise · 2 months

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girl i am coming to you with hope in my eyes and yearning in my heart do you have anything that is v kunning palace adjacent like eyecandy main leads who are like, so in love you can feel the kinks the writers had despite hayes code pls i am screaming and in need thank you for your service (pls let it be cdrama and xianxia/xuanhuan and like, happy ending pls my heart is made of cotton candy and a single tear will be my death ilysm tyvm <33333)

my friend, if you havent checked out lost you forever you need to get on that!! xiang liu in particular is just a walking dictionary of weird lil kinks and freaky deaky date nights.

if you want more morally bad to bad-lite people who kind of just project "evil but horny about it," check out the legends (which also has bai lu as FL!) and till the end of the moon (bai lu again!) ((happy ending not guaranteed))

if you want "into biting perhaps a little too much" check out sound of the desert.

if you want trash but fun trash with a very murdery male lead, watch familiar stranger

if you're into "step on me ma'am" as a kink, there is also pretty clear evidence of it with the male leads of a journey to love ((happy ending not guaranteed)) and love and redemption ((happy ending guaranteed!))

if you're willing to branch out into kdrama, empress ki could potentially be up your ally because the bait-and-switch male lead is a whole mess of issues and a wreck over a take no shit FL and it's delightful in the best way ((happy ending not guaranteed))

#asks!#story of kunning palace #cdrama

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luvsdive · 7 months

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omg pls write a non con fic for twice 🙏🙏

I loved your bratty nayeon fic so much 💞

WARNING: NONCON

well what would you like me to write about? maybe a dancing teacher who punishes tzuyu in the middle of the rehearsal room after noticing how she's been slacking on her dancing, completely disregarding the other twice girls, slack jawed and wide eyed, watching as you hold a fistfull of tzuyu's hair and force her face against the mirrored wall. pulling her sports bra down to reveal her tits, groping them with your free hand, pinching and pulling on the nipples harshly. baby tzuyu already with tears in her eyes, please don't do this, i promise i'll work harder! everyone is looking, please stop! begging as you lay a heavy smack on her ass, earning yourself a whined gasp from her pouty lips, as well as her members hushed whispers. i don't care that everyone is looking, this is what you get for being a lazy slut, is your only response other than aggressively yanking down of her gym shorts and panties alltogether, bearing her naked cunt to the air conditioned room, already growing uncomfortably wetter with each passing moment. tzuyu feels guilty and gross for being aroused by all of this, but she doesn't know how to stop you, doesn't even know if she wants you to stop. but there's no time to ponder, no preamble, just two fingers roughly shoved inside her, an intrusion that makes her squeal with fright and the stinging sensation of being forcefully taken against her will. there are fat droplets of tears dripping down her face and everytime she tries to turn her gaze away from the reflection of her unnies watching her in astonishment, you only yank her head back into place by the grip on her hair. look at them, you order, adding a third finger into her cunt and watching as her knees buckle, the only thing keeping the maknae standing being your grip on her locks. let them see what will happen if i catch any of you slacking in practice again. and tzuyu can feel herself getting closer and closer to an orgasm, your fingers sliding with increasing ease inside her as she grows wetter by the second, your movements starting to make lewd sounds that seem to reverberate all throughout the quiet practice room, her sniffles turning into short little moans as you speed your movements even further, and even without any stimulation to her clit, tzuyu can feel her toes clenching and the pressure building in her lower tummy that signals she's about to hit her peak, the orgasm so close that a high pitched moan finally escapes her now open lips... and then nothing. the fingers get roughly pulled out from inside her cunt and the rough grip on her hair that's kept her up for the past few minutes all disappear, and she drops to the ground in an ungraceful heap, an undignified and nonsensical whine as her orgasm gets ripped away from her. you crouch down to her level, grabbing her face with your hand, fingers still wet with tzuyu's juices squeezing her own cheeks, leaked arousal mixed with the tears on her skin, before a heavy smack across her face gets her out of her aroused stupor with a gasp. get up and get back to rehearsal, you order, not even lending a hand as the young girl struggles to find her footing, a humiliated flush across her skin as she tries to tug her sports bra back into place, purposefully looking away from her members as she stumbles her way back into formation. and don't let me see you giving anything less than 100%, alright? you barely spare her a glance, grabbing your phone to turn the music back on. tzuyu bites down on her lower lip, struggling to swallow her tears. yes, ma'am. is the only reply she's able to sob out loud. good girl, hope you've learned your lesson.

#asks #girl group smut #twice smut #tzuyu smut #wrote most of this during my lunch break #tw: noncon #tw: dubcon #for some of it? i guess?#also there was a momo thing that was supposed to go here but i got lazy lmao

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mooodyblue · 2 years

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baby don't play | 50s!elvis x afab!reader

summary: the colonel sets up a "win a date with elvis presley!" competition behind elvis's back and you decide to take matters into your own hands.

word count: 2.3k

warnings: NSFW, minors DNI!! unprotected sex, handjobs(m.receiving), spit, sub!elvis, dom!reader, overuse of "ma'am" tbh, jealous reader, more poorly written smut, probably missing tags.

note: inspired by the story told in junes book about said competition. idk how i feel about this one if im being real. but send in writing requests pls i beg !! i wanna write more!! smut or not idc. anyway, may contain inaccuracies or mistakes. i hate reading over my own work. enjoy. sorry for posting so often i cant stop help

>MASTERLIST<

˓𓄹 ࣪˖ ˖ ࣪ ִֶָ ⸰ 𖥔 ͙ࣳ ⸰ֺ⭑

elvis paced back and forth in the kitchen, nervously biting at his nails. he glanced over at your presence at the dining table, looking at you read a magazine while having your morning coffee.

he had just gotten off the phone with the colonel and had the worst conversation he could have with the man. you both had an argument about the girls that were always all over him not too long ago. so what was going to be your reaction when he’d have to tell you ‘hey! the colonel just set me up with some complete random woman because of some stupid contest he put on behind my back!’? he was nervous, a little too nervous.

“baby….i gotta…i gotta tell you somethin’” he exhaled and took a seat next to you. “y-you know i love ya right? you know i been real good to you.” he took your hands. you looked at him, brows furrowed. he was almost shaking.

“what's going on?” you asked. he sighed, looking you in the eyes. “so the colonel…” you removed your hands from under his, rolling your eyes and crossing your arms. “i know baby, i know. just hear me out.”

elvis explained that a competition was set up without his permission, something about going to his show that night following a date afterwards if chosen. it was clear to you that elvis didn't want to do it, he hated the idea of it. but he couldn't say no to his manager, especially when he already hates the idea of him dating you. “i know we just had that conversation the other day, i don't wanna go through it with but i have to.” he said, sadly. “but listen, ‘m gonna be thinkin’ about you the whole time, i promise. you're the only one for me and you know that.” you got up from the table, standing behind elvis and kissing the top of his head. “i trust you. i’m not happy about it, but i trust you.”

˓𓄹 ࣪˖ ˖ ࣪ ִֶָ ⸰ 𖥔 ͙ࣳ ⸰ֺ⭑

it was night before elvis left to the venue for his show that night, you had a plan all set up. you were going to tell him you weren't going to the show except you were going, you would sneak your way in without him seeing you. you wanted to see what this date of his looked like, how he'd act around her and how he'd touch her.

you watched as he finished doing his eyeliner in the mirror. it was cute seeing how focused he was while doing his own makeup or even when he was doing yours. “what if she's ugly?” he asked, out of nowhere. “i hope she is.” you muttered. he placed the eyeliner pencil down, turning to look at you. “why aren't you dressed? we have to go soon.” you scooted back on the bed, shrugging. “i think i’m gonna skip out on this one.” the look on his face, good lord. you could have taken him right then and there, but you were going to be patient.

elvis glared at you. “what do you mean you're skippin’ out? the night i want you there the most?” he snapped. there was a knock at the door then a shout of his name, he turned his head to the hallway “be there in a minute!” he shouted before turning his head back to you.

“you don't trust me, don't you? is that it?”

“have a good night, elvis.” you pulled the covers over yourself, pretending to go to sleep. you could hear a huff, a slam of the bedroom door and angry footsteps as he left. you quickly jumped up, leaving the room to watch the car pull out of the driveway. glancing at the clock, you had a short amount of time to get ready but you were going to make it happen.

˓𓄹 ࣪˖ ˖ ࣪ ִֶָ ⸰ 𖥔 ͙ࣳ ⸰ֺ⭑

you were off to the side somewhere, hidden amongst the other girls there in the crowd. there was a big crowd tonight, cameras were everywhere. but in the corner, you could see the press interviewing a girl. she was dolled up, pretty with a nice figure. yep, that was definitely her. you were worried now, your insecurities were getting the best of you. this was a bad idea, you shouldn't be here.

elvis stepped on stage before you could make it out, you made sure to stay out of sight for the whole show. you couldn't tell if you were too focused on her or elvis, but you could tell she was enjoying herself. instead of watching your boyfriend have a good time on stage, you just watched her the entire time. elvis would be furious if he knew what you were doing, but you were afraid he'd fall in love with her.

what if he didn't come home? what if he decided you weren't enough for him?

when the show ended, you had to hold back from talking to her and showing her who he belongs to. the last thing you wanted to do was cause elvis more trouble. you watched as the press continued to speak with her, elvis barging in slowly after. he shook her hand, smiling and speaking to her. if only you could read lips from that far. after being interviewed for awhile, it was just the two of them. you were still there, hiding and watching how he was interacting with her.

he was always smiling or laughing, even touching her a few times. you couldn't believe he was having a good time, he should look miserable! the sight made you disgusted and filled with rage. it was almost too much for you. he kissed her on the cheek and took her under his arm, wandering to the back. you gasped, “oh, that bastard!” you made your way out the venue and back to your car, angrily driving home and planning what you'd be doing to elvis later.

˓𓄹 ࣪˖ �� ˖ ࣪ ִֶָ ⸰ 𖥔 ͙ࣳ ⸰ֺ

when you arrived home, you poured yourself a drink and took a seat on the couch, bringing the whole bottle with you just for the hell of it. you didn't bother changing. you were going to sit there, look pretty and wait for elvis to return home. that is, if he does come home.

you had a few drinks and gone through half of your magazine when elvis returned home. he let out a deep sigh as he walked in, throwing his jacket off to the side. he looked at you, all his frustrations from being on a date with another women were gone. you sat there, legs crossed, magazine in lap with a drink in hand. you still hadn’t taken off the black dress you had worn to his show tonight, of course he didn't know you were there. he’ll find out soon enough.

his eyes widened, mouth agape and starring you down. “why are you all dressed up?”

you looked up at him, setting your glass and the magazine down on the table, bending slightly for him to take a peek at your cleavage. “i saw you tonight.” you leaned back. “with her. you looked very happy with her.”

“baby, listen-”

“did you think she was pretty? did you think she was nicer than me? did you consider going home with her and not to the person you're supposed to be dating?” elvis was still in shock. he wanted to respond, but no words were coming out of his mouth.

“oh, now you can't speak? i saw you kiss her. did you fuck her too? i bet you wanted to fuck her so bad, i bet you thought she was better than me.” you growled. “y/n…” he started walking towards you but you stopped him, putting a hand up. “strip.” you commanded.

he looked at you puzzled. “huh?” you rolled your eyes. “did she turn you stupid too? you heard me, i said strip.”

elvis shakily unbuttoned his shirt, tossing it to the side. then his socks and shoes before glancing at you when he touched the waistline of his pants. “take them off. everything. i want it all off, let me see how hard you are.” he unbuttoned his pants, sliding them down along with his underwear, allowing his hard erection to spring free. an overwhelming feeling of embarrassment rushed over him, going red all over. you looked at him up and down, giving him a ‘come here’ motion with your fingers. you pushed the coffee table out of the way, allowing him to properly stand in front of you.

you hummed, taking his cock in your hand and giving it one pump before removing your hand from him.

“is this for me? or is this for her? did she make you this hard?” he shook his head in response. “use your words.”

“no.” he mumbled.

“i can’t hear you.”

“no ma'am. it's for you.”

you put your hand up to him. “spit.” he spit in your hand as you held his cock in your other hand, using his spit to glide up and down easily. elvis threw his head back in pleasure, loving how your hand feels on him but also wanting more.

“did you take her to dinner?” you asked, swiping the precum at the tip and swirling it around. “yes ma'am.” he grunted. “did you enjoy it?” you quickened the pace. “no ma'am.” “why not?” although you didn't say anything, he knew better not to touch you. but as he got closer he wanted to hold onto you so badly. he put his hands behind his back, balling his fists tightly. “because she wasn't you.” he moaned, cock twitching and releasing onto your hand and onto your dress.

it wasn't enough for him, he still wanted more and you needed him badly. you weren't finished with him. you licked the cum off your fingers. “when you kissed her, did you think of me?” you began pulling the sleeves of your dress down, awaiting his answer before letting your braless chest spring free. “yes ma'am. only you.” you smiled at him, pulling your dress down further.

he wanted to touch you, you could see it in his eyes. he licked his lips, biting down softly as you continued to slowly take off your dress.

“now….” you pulled your dress down to your waist, just barely under your hips. “did you tell her about me?” elvis nodded quickly, the curl on his forehead bouncing along. you started pulling the dress back up, waiting for him to verbally reply to your question. “yes! yes ma'am! yes!” grinning at him, you pulled your dress back down and tossed it off to the side.

elvis looked you up and down, his cock still painfully hard despite his release earlier.

“you didn't fuck her, right?” you asked, sincerely.

“no baby, i only wanted you.”

you spread your legs, running a finger down your wet folds and sticking it out. he bent down to suck on it, wrapping his tongue around it and tasting your sweet juices. “such a good boy.” you cooed. he whined as you removed your finger from his mouth. “i want you to fuck me, but don't cum until i say you can. got it?” he hovered over you, placing his soft, swollen lips all over your neck. “yes ma'am.” he kissed your neck once more, nipping at the skin and marking his territory.

he took his cock in his hand, the tip teasing over your wet slit. he used the other hand to grip beside you on the couch as he inserted himself inside you. you felt so full, like you were made for him. “you can move now, baby.”

elvis moved your legs up to his waist, gripping onto them tightly as he began to slowly thrust in and out of you. “faster, go faster.” you moaned. “yes ma'am.” he quickened his pace, the sounds of his hips slamming against yours filling the room. “my polite boy, so good to me.” you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. “fuck, i love you so much.” you whispered. he pounded into you harder and faster, cock hitting your g-spot every time.

“fuck! keep going, keep going!” you moaned. elvis gripped onto you tighter. “‘m close. ‘m not gonna last.” he gasped.

“are you still thinking about me? huh? who are you gonna think of when you cum? who do you belong to?” your nails dug into his back, scratching at him slightly as elvis continued his quick pace.

“fuck, baby.” he groaned. he could feel you clench around him as you got closer and closer. he couldn't back. he was almost seeing stars. was it always possible to feel this good? the sex between you both was always incredible, but nothing like this. maybe he needed to make you jealous more often, he could fuck you like this for the rest of his life.

“answer me, elvis! you want to cum? answer the question. who do you belong to?” he pushed deeper into you, letting out a loud moan. “you! only you!” he wailed. “fuck!” your hips thrusted up to his as he came inside of you, you squeezing your legs around him as you released shortly after. he panted above you, carefully putting your legs back down on the floor as he collapsed next to you on the couch.

“good lord.” he said breathlessly. “need to catch my damn breath…”

you giggled beside him and placed your head on his shoulder. “you know i only love you. she was gettin’ mad cause i wouldn’t shut up about ya.” he placed an arm around you.

“i just don't wanna lose you. you're too special to me.” you murmured. he placed a kiss on your forehead and held you closer. “you ain't ever gonna lose me. i promise.”

#elvis presley #elvis #elvis 2022 #elvis movie #elvis x reader #elvis x y/n #elvis imagine #elvis smut #sub!elvis #aus!elvis x reader #austin!elvis x reader #sorry for posting 2 sub elvis fics in a row my brain is crazy #also feel free to send me sub!elvis requests i will happily write them #esp sfw sub!elvis like i just wanna care of him ok!!

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a-certain-elf · 6 months

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#the dragon prince #tdp #kim'dael #bloodmoon huntress

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umhuhwellthen · 1 year

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JUST WATCHED THE S2 FINALE OF TMNT 2K12 AND

DONNIE WHERE'D YOU GET NUCLEAR WASTE????? WHERE WERE U KEEPING IT AND THE MECH???? CAN APRIL HAVE HER DAD FOR 5 FUCKIN MINUTES???? HOW THE HELL DID KRANG SUBPRIME GET SO GOOD AT IMITATING TEEN GIRL???? AHHHHHH COMA ARC/FARM ARC INCOMING FUCK

OH ALMSOT FORGOT MY FAV FIGHT SCENE BETWEEN SHREDDER AND SPLINTER SO FAR??? MAN'S STARTED HISSING AND FUCKIN BITING THATS HIS BOY!!! HIS SON YOU FUCK GET FUCKED STOP HURTIHG HIS FICKIN KIDSSSS SPLINTER WENT APESHIT YESSSSSS GO FOR THE FACE YESS TEAR HIS THROAT OUT MAIMING KILLING CLAWING AND BITING

ah so this is one of the legendary multiple times splinter died

Miscellaneous thoughts on my watchthrough:

Also skipped episodes becasue of Donnie being..."enamored" with April like bruhhhh they way they wrote it....why

Did not know Casey was introduced s2, also why such the huge fuckin gap, did they not want him to have look same as Donnie???? Like just put the gap in a different place also are his teeth yellow?????in one of the zoom ins when they were group hugging April compared to her and Donnie's his were tinted????? Like damn y'all are cruel to the humans when you design them like the Hamatos and mutants get all the love in design but fuck everybody else

Also don't recommend binge watching the series because the back of your head will always be like damn those kids cannot catch a break just whammy after whammy,like they'll get a week or two(at best!!! Mostly maybe a day or two if at all!!!)of nothing much happening, maybe fighting lowtier grunts but that's it, but a week or two is just 7-14 days which is not a lot in the grand scheme of things

Also Leo stop trying to kys challenge pls and thx 🙏those eps with him remembering splinters words of complete the mission no matter what/who the cost like sir/ma'am??????

Also was sit just me but in the ep 'into dimension x ' was Mikey's voice deeper??? Like for a lil bit??? See why the head canon of it not being months but years is popular also people always mention holy shit kraang skin helmet but what about kraang limbs lasso? Kraang arms armbands? Motherfucker made them into pelts holy shit

Speaking of Mikey I thought the hidden blade in his nunchunks was something added??? Like an upgrade after a fight?? But no he always had it??? God no wonder y'all say these version of the turtles are down for murder yeah after seeing s1/2 they deserve it I love them so much this is why you should(not) give teenagers dangerous ninja skills and weapons

Blue eyes same shade as mask seriously??? I thought it was a darker shade but fanart tricked me, brown eyes Leo supremacy indeed

Once I finish space arc I'm gonna draw half-kraang April because she deserves spooky eyes and sharp teeth she's a little bug eyed freak/affectionate anime girl proportions tiny nose

May add more as I go along

#tmnt #tmnt 2k12 #tmnt 2012 #ay speaka #people who hate 12 splinter....did you watch the same fuckin show #he's a good fukin dad he just words things wrong sometime or is emotionally constipated but what dad fuckin isn't even without being raised #liek he was and the trauma he has #i was already a 12 splinter defender but like y'all i get why people are aggro about it now #long post #i think #12 splinter #12 leo #12 Leonardo #12 mikey #12 michaelangelo

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loverrrgirl · 2 years

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KISMET- Austin Butler x reader - PART 3

Warnings: talks of car accident, hospital, injuries, etc. Will eventually contain smut, just not yet!

Here’s part 2

I’ve never written a fic before so please feel free to leave feedback and ideas! Love u!

"You know what? I'm so sorry, please don't feel pressured to tell me" I said quickly to deflect from what I thought was major stalker vibes.

Here I am. Always putting my foot in my damn mouth.

He gave me a smirk and lightly shook his head. "No, no. It's okay. I'm here on a short break. I'll have about two weeks at home before it's back to a full schedule." He seemed a little more comfortable now, his body language was softer. And I took that as a sign that I didn't completely creep him out. Thank god.

"So you're from LA, but you're just visiting?" He asked me, seemingly with a genuine curiosity. Like he wasn't just making small talk to be kind.

"Yeah, I'm not sure how long I'll be in town. But I moved to New York City about 6 months ago for work. It's really different but I kind of love how wild it is." I tried to not sound as silly as I felt. Surely he's traveled everywhere and New York was not the wildest place he's been.

"And what do you do for work?" He asked, once again so genuinely that I felt like I could tell him anything. His blue eyes sparkled with curiosity. I wondered if my simple life seemed interesting to him because of his stardom. He probably doesn't get to do mundane things often. I wondered if he misses the simple things in life or if he was used to it now after being in the throws of acting for so long.

"Oh, um. I do marketing for a publishing house. Get the book titles out there, get people excited. It's a lot of fun actually" I smiled thinking about how achieved I felt to land a job in one of the bigger publishing houses in New York fresh out of college. "Are you excited to be taking a break, or do you love working?" I asked, once again trying not to seem like I was prying in to anything he didn't want to share.

His tongue lightly hit his bottom lip before he slowly drew part of his bottom lip in. It seemed that was something he did when he was nervous. Biting his lip. And I really hoped I wasn't making him that nervous with my questions.

Wow he really is just a regular human. Down to earth. So nice. SO cute.

"Both actually." He said with a chuckle. "I love what I do, but sometimes I get really in my head and it's nice to take a step back and breathe. If that makes any sense?"

It made perfect sense. When you love to do something so much that you start to overthink it. I get that way too sometimes. Even in my much more mundane life.

"Yeah that makes a lot of sense. You seem to really put a lot of care and hard work in to everything you do. It shows. I'm glad you're getting some breathing room though." I said. His eyes lit up. With the most genuine smile he said "thank you, Stella. That means a lot."

Why did that make me melt a little bit? Thank god I sat next to someone that helps me feel this calm when all I want to do is scream.

"You're welcome." I whispered with a smile.

We sat in a pretty comfortable silence. It couldn't have been more than a minute or two. I didn't want to bother him if he wanted to fly in peace like he mentioned. I was about to lean down to my bag to grab my headphones again when the attendant came back to see if we wanted any breakfast.

"Oh, I didn't realize you had breakfast" I said to him, checking his name tag. "Do you have a fruit bowl, Tony?"

"Yes ma'am. Anything else?

"No, thank you though" I smiled.

"And for you sir?" Tony said, making eye contact with Austin.

"Coffee cake for me please. And one coffee. Three cream, one sugar please Tony." Austin said in a way that made me feel like he truly saw anyone and everyone for their humanity. Tony wasn't just a flight attendant to him. I was amazed by his level of respect and compassion. "Thank you." He said as Tony went to take other people's orders.

"Oh you're a dessert for breakfast kind of guy are you?" I asked playfully.

"Well yeah, I like to start my day off with something I love. Sometimes it's an omelette and sometimes it's coffee cake. My mom and I used to make coffee cake together. It's always been a favorite" he trailed off a little. A hint of nostalgia and sadness in his voice. But there was also a lot of joy in there too; Remembering such a precious memory. I had heard that his mom had passed and I felt thankful that he shared such a sweet core memory with me. A stranger.

"Mmmmm. I'll have to remember that next time order breakfast. You've made a good point" I nudged his arm , letting him win this whole 'dessert for breakfast' thing. I thought it was really sweet.

Tony quickly brought our breakfasts over to us. My fruit was in a glass bowl. First class really was something else. I couldn't believe that people do this regularly. The chairs were so comfortable.

I realized once Tony set down my food that I had absolutely no appetite. How could I eat in a time like this? The wifi on the plane never actually turned on. The pilot came on the speaker to tell us that it was out of commission. I couldn't even check to see how dad or Jude were doing. Or my mom. And although I was happy to have this really sweet and genuine distraction for the long flight, I couldn't help but feel guilty for enjoying it. But if I sat and thought about it, I would probably have a panic attack. And god, I would have been so embarrassed.

"Are you okay?" Austin asked, snapping me back in to reality. I must have zoned out. I wondered for how long. He was about halfway through his coffee cake.

"Oh, yeah. I just realized I'm not even hungry yet. Do you want any of the fruit?" I picked up the bowl and offered it to him.

Who the hell offers someone their entire bowl of food the first time they meet. Jesus Stella. Keep it together.

"Maybe in a while if you really aren't hungry. I don't want to take your breakfast." He let a little laugh slip out when he answered. He definitely thought I was as weird as I am. No doubt about it. "So," he said, looking right at me. "What is bringing you home indefinitely? You said you don't know how long you'll be in town"

I was surprised that he even remembered that I said that.

So not only is he so genuine, but he's also a great listener.

Then I realized I had to answer his question. He was still looking right at me. And he must have saw the sudden shift in the way I was feeling.

"It's okay if you don't want to share. I know you don't like to fly so I was hoping to distract you the whole time by forcing you to talk to me" he said with a small laugh and a wink.

I'm soup. Literal soup. HE WINKED AT ME.

"Funny" I laughed probably a little harder than I should have. I was so nervous now. I didn't want to emotionally dump something so heavy on this man who was just trying to relax on a flight. So I had to phrase it as lightly as I could. Which was a joke. There was no light way to put it. "Um, my dad and brother were in a pretty bad car accident last night. So I'm on my way to see them" I nearly whispered, trying not to cry as I remembered the panic in my mom's voice on the phone this morning.

He scanned my face, and I could tell he was thinking of what the hell to say to a stranger that just told him something so big. So hard.

I shouldn't have said anything at all. This whole flight. And we have 2 hours left.

#austin butler fluff #austin butler x reader #austin butler smut #austin butler #austin butler elvis #austin butler fanfiction

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misquigleya · 1 year

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thoughts below my dudes spoilers be extra heavy

getting some big ole "lost" vibes from that whole freezing to death scene with lottie, don't know how i feel about that cause "lost" fucked us over in the end and i'm still not over it all these years later. so. yj writers...don't let me down

akilah was precious with the little mouse / shrew ( not exactly sure what it was but it was cute ) and her being the only one really semi-clinging to "normalcy" with still studying for the STATS? i'm rooting for you bby girl pls do not follow in mari's footsteps

speaking of mari....girl if you find yourself wondering why you were chosen for the next bbq....think back to all the BEEF you were starting and having with everyone in that cabin like a;sdklfj pull your head out of your ass lmao

benny boy, my dude, my home-skillet....pls don't ask the "vicious monsters" what they would have / will do if you're chosen / selected for the next feast cause that just not a good thing to be putting in their heads. also you should have used your crutch against mari cause girly really be squaring up with you like ma'am that is a full grown adult man...sit your ass down

LAURA LEE PLEASE COME BACK CAUSE YOUR GF IS LOSIN IT BABES like...lottie really does need a voice of reason and i think that's what laura lee was to her aside from the og believer and thinking she [lottie] had a direct line to "god" with knowing what's up with the wilderness and shit

....javi being alive was not on my bingo card but i don't think he's completely out of the woods ( ha ) just yet cause it's still possible that he could not have been one of the, i'm assuming, 8 survivors. but we shall see but i know for certain that nat's gonna get an ear full from travis / the others cause of the whole "finding" his [javi] pants in the tree. but i had a feeling that it would come back and bite her in the ass...just not in the form of javi being alive

i love vanessa palmer so much like that's my butch lesbian <3 love that they own a little shop and it looks like it involves their interests, etc. absolutely love it for van

tai you need to talk to someone and i hope you actually talk to van about like....everything leading up to you just randomly showing up to their place of business which....other tai seems to be in more control???? like the whole breaking into jessica robert's place and finding the info to find van then "waking up" on the side of the road with no gas. way pass sleep walking and eating dirt and that don't sound good nor could it mean good is to come of it

shauna and jeff, mom and dad, you need to get it together but i'm with jeff in the way that shauna should not have told callie that she killed adam, that jeff knew, and helped get rid of the evidence. like it just...SHE'S TALKING TO A 30+ YEAR OLD CREEPO COP which i get it, she doesn't know that but still. she's already leaked that shauna did have an affair with adam and that just shines some shit light on shauna and jeff and just....baby what is you doin

something that was on my bingo card and that is having me squinting even harder at walt is the whole story about him having won a settlement and "surviving" an accident. also proclaiming himself to be a millionaire???? oh you mean hottie lottie's bread and jam aka the type of folks that come to cult camp???? nah. walt has def gotta be involved someway cause it makes sense; lottie knows how misty is/was and she could have seen that walt was the same ( if he wasn't fucking coached to be that way ) and pointed him in misty's direction cause it could be the perfect way to get misty to the cult camp though i'm sure misty would have found a way to get HER WOMAN back one way or another

and now to the biggest thing i have screamed with the wifey ( @scatcrccio ) ....if these writers are dicking me around with mistnat/NaSTY being a thing after teasing it so fuckin hard last season oN TOP OF THE ACTORS BOTH SHIPPING IT....i will get violent. it's giving me too much whiplash and flashbacks to killing eve and i just can not go through that kinda shit again. so if tHE WRITERS COULD PLEASE JUST EASE UP ON THE POTENTIAL SHIPS AND REFOCUS ON MISTNAT....that'd be fuckin super duper

....also absolutely no offence to lottie/nat or nat/lisa shippers like you do you boo-boo but i'm delusional and floating down the denial river grasping at mistnat and i need it to be canon okay????

#( ran out of teammates to munch on | out of character )#yj spoilers below #do not hit readmore if ya wanna #avoid spoilers okay???

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mtf-wizardslut · 7 months

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please read !!

rules/boundaries

Strictly 18+! If I don't see an age in your bio you are getting blocked!

Understand that I am a woman, I don't really mind who follows so long as that is respected, cishet men be gone tho pls and thx

Feel free to be as horny as you want in my ask box! and feel free to DM no promises i'll respond tho :3.

I will block you, and I won't feel bad about it, just be kind

basics

Hi! you can call me Wiz!

i use she/her pronouns and am transfem

Hopefully starting E soon!

very bisexual, very queer, anyone of any gender is welcome :)

I would say I am a switch, but I lean heavily towards bottoming

main kinks

oral

rough sex

praise

light/moderate degradation

manhandling

hair pulling

breeding

group

light marking (biting, scratching)

objectification

hypnosis

non realistic sex? (idk man magic, sorcery, potions is hot)

transformation

brainwashing

mind control

corruption

impregnation

petplay (cat, dog, farm animal)

not technically a kink but it might aswell be: girlcock

probably more that i forgot

hard limits

piss/scat

ageplay

detrans/misgendering

terms to use

for my genitals: cock, dick, penis, pussy, cunt, any variation of the two

for my chest: tits, boobs, variations

titles: ma'am, mistress, mommy

pet names: darling, baby, slut, whore, good girl, pet, honey

#trans nsft #mtf nsft #queer nsft #mtf puppy #hornyposting #mtf bottom #intro post #transformation kink #t4t nsft

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lovelykhaleesiii · 10 months

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ma'am the unholy stuff, I'd be doing to that ass.

like this man would have to ban me from ever coming close to that because catch me slapping it, biting it, groping it and also ugh he looks so peaceful I want to be his big spoon and just hug him tight and wish him good dreams!

(also bestie, personally I very enjoyed the first date headcanons, 'lucky night', but if you'd feel better rewriting it, you should! although pls, know that it was indeed a DELIGHTFUL read. truly brightened last night for me!)

please bestie we all need him by our side to wake up to, sleep next to, to fuck with 🥺🥺🥺 just my big teddy bear man

also, I did not write lucky night but if someone else did that also happens to be about dating chubby!Aeg please send it my way 🤭

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sparklingdumpsterfire3 · 2 years

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Pt. 2 of Entry 2 (Also this was written like YEARS AGO so pls be kind with criticism)

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The medics arrived along with my father who watched in silence as Imani was dragged away.

"Will she be okay?" I asked climbing down from the balcony.

My father smiled proudly at me and brushed off my shoulders. "Good work today, son. Your mother is waiting for you in the medical Bay."

I sighed in defeat. My stomach turned with uneasiness. He's not even concerned that his only daughter could be dead, or worse...infected.

"Her blood mixed sir" I said prodding for a clear response and he paused.

"You mean she's infected?" He asked as if he didn't already know. Sarcasm truly is the highest form of endearment.

"I'll be heading to the medical bay" I said ignoring his stupid and careless taunts.

He always tries to be so aloof about everything but he knows this is serious. Everyone infected with the virus was supposed to be a part of this sim. There was no calculations, no plans if one of us got infected.

Matthew wordlessly walked up to me and I felt a rush of anger and heat at the same time.

"She'd better not be dead, or you'll wish you could join her in hell" I whispered in his ear, ignoring the strong smell of cologne and a pastry shop.

He paled slightly and nodded.

"I didn't know what to do" he finally said after we had washed off, decontaminated, gotten our results, and filled in the sim report.

"You don't freak out when you don't know what to do, you move or you plan." I said tersely, he had no excuse for what he did.

"I should've let you stay and taken the balcony. I didn't realize how much trouble she was actually in." He said and I could practically hear the tears welling up in his wide green eyes.

"It was my fault, I should've stayed." I admitted, of course it would be me to listen to any of his stupid ideas and get someone hurt.

We arrived at the med bay just in time to see my mother starting her shift.

"Suit up and meet me in room 146" she said as she saw us.

For the second time that day, we were decontaminated and put into hazard suits.

I entered room 146 holding my breath. The stench of dead meat filled the air and made my stomach drop like a dead weight.

Doctor's rushed about the large room and a surgeon worked quickly on her arm. Large monitors showed his work and her vitals were just about everywhere.

Mother stood examining several pictures, x-rays, the bites, and the black spreading of the virus as it spread through her bloodstream.

"Is the amputation unit in here?" She asked with the most calm and paitent voice she's ever had.

"Ready to proceed ma'am" a voice answered.

I turned to see men and women in a full yellow and white suit that seemed to slightly shift colors. One was carrying a roll of wire and the other had a short cart covered in straps.

"Ma'am I think we've stopped the spreading!" The surgeon said as he finished placing the small dishes into her infected viens.

"Then get the hell out the way so they can get rid of that arm" She barked her mood switching suddenly.

Some newer nurses flinched but everyone else was used to her constant mood swings and personalities.

No matter who she was or how she acted, she was always perfect at her job. No personality or mood however seemed to ever be a mom.

Matthew and I sat in an adjacent room with a glass panel where we could see some of the operation, Mom didn't want the infection to have any contact with us, as if we didn't just come from a whole group of them spitting all over us.

"She'll be fine with one arm, maybe you could design her a prosthetic or something?" I suggested lamely.

He didn't tear his gaze from the panel.

"Maybe fit it with some compartment features so she never has to buy another purse?"

No answer.

"I think a bright neon pink one with like black stripes going through it and random words writing in some ancient language that no one uses?"

An eye twitch, progress.

"I imagine she'd like fingers that could shoot out bullets or like tranquilizers with a blue fluffy part instead of red?"

"Shut the fuck up" He said turning sharply at me. "She could die any moment and the last words she ever spoke to me would be 'fuck don't shoot'! She was so fucking scared and all I did was worry about stopping the virus! She was dying right in front of me and all I could think of is the virus escaping!" He ranted his eyes turning a dark green and his face seeming older with worry lines creasing his forehead.

"We both shot the infected. That's what we were supposed to do. She can't hold that against you and she won't, trust me I know her." I said reaching out and gently squeezing his shoulder.

"No. You don't know her, you were never even close, I was the one always there for her. You only ever cared about yourself." He said glaring at me with a look full of hate.

I almost laughed.

"I'll let this slide because I understand emotions are running high, but let me be clear in this. When there's danger I don't stand frozen pissing my pants, I act and that's because I care." I said and got up to leave.

"You know what-"

"I don't think you two should see each other anymore. After all if you truly cared about her half as much as you act, you would've let me keep my position and taken the safest option. She knows, I know, and you know that you had the choice; me or her and you chose me." I said firmly but without snark.

I don't want him to be even more upset with me, but it's not worth the trouble to fix his feelings.

"Visiting hours start in 30 minutes if you boys want to see her, she's sleeping and on tons of drugs, but she'll be up and at it quicker than you can say dead." Mother said from the doorway.

I turned towards her and left the room.

Now that I know she's fine I can continue my work. Saving the world doesn't wait for anyone.

ENTRY #3

I returned to the new bay a few hours later. It was mostly empty save for a few nurses and assistants roaming about.

I made it to room 146, without a suit and stood outside the door.

There was no window to tell if anyone was visiting, but I could hear a low voice speaking. I knocked twice before turning the knob and inviting myself in.

Father and Mother stood at the base of Imani’s bed and she was seated upright but sleeping.

“It’s late Ed, you should be training” Father said barely glancing my way.

“I’ve heard disturbing news” I answered and made my way to my sister’s side.

Her face was slick with sweat and her hair falling limp around her face some of her curls straightening out and sticking to the sides of her face. She looked so unkempt it was hard to believe it was her.

Her lips were apart and her breaths came out shallow and weak yet her monitors signaled that she was in perfect health.

I looked at her amputated arm only to find that it was still mostly there.

“Her arm?” I asked turning to my parents.

Mother was looking through her research notes and muttering to herself while Father just watched in a slightly nervous anticipation.

“We think it might be regenerating.” he told me, his voice betraying no sign of anger, confusion, or fear.

“What’s causing that? The virus doesn’t have regeneration abilities and besides that, she took the vaccine did she not?” I asked mostly to my mother who had not yet said a word to me.

“I didn’t give her the vaccine. Instead I mixed the virus into her blood and did a minor changes to her DNA strands, the virus is in some ways a part of her now. We just don’t know which parts of her it will control or take over.” she explained calmly finally putting away her notes.

“And you though this was a good idea, why?” I asked clearly infuriated. They have no plan no tests no simulation for this and yet they go ahead and act on the hope that this doesn’t turn her into some monster or fully infect her. How could they not see the hundreds of scenarios in which our base gets overrun and we’re forced to put her down?

Mother sighed and picked up her clipboard again, “Why don’t you go sit outside or do some training for your sims? Your last one had lower points than you did previously. I expect better from you” .

Father stayed silent and continued to monitor her vitals. What a great help he is. All he’s ever done is follow whatever Mother tells him to do.

“Right away sir “ I managed to spit out and walk out of the room my face feeling hot.

I made my way back to the training rooms. The hallways were mostly empty, a few bored children were sitting outside a meeting room and some nurses were on their way back to the Med Lab.

I spotted Braden speaking quietly with Matthew outside my room his arm grasped righting on Matthew’s wrist.

They both looked up and Braden’s face slightly paled. Matthew sported an angry face and his left eyebrow twitched with irritation.

“We were just thinking of heading to the training rooms to have a short session. You should join us, maybe then you’ll someday be able to beat me” Braden said his voice as slippery as always.

“You’ve never once beaten me before and you certainly won’t start now. Were you looking for me?” I asked finally making my way down the hall.

“No, we just happened to stop by.” Matthew said his voice hard and his eyes avoiding my general direction.

“Well I was going to go to the training rooms anyways, my performance this morning was unacceptable” I said staring right at his face.

He noticed my steady gaze and straightened his back before turning to me.

“Yes I’m pretty sure you had the worst points you’ve had this month so far. I bet mummy wasn’t too proud....well she’s never proud of you, but you know what I mean” He said smirking slightly.

I shrugged, “Probably not but my dad still expects more from me. Whereas your dad is far more concerned over which poor intern he can screw behind your mother’s back. Maybe he should check out Lisa, she’s new and completely his type by that I mean she looks just like you.”

“Let’s not start with this again, yea? Let’s just head over to the training rooms and take off a little stream. You’ve all been feeling the stress of today huh? I know I have” Braden chuckled and threw his arm around our shoulders.

I pushed his arm off and walked away without a word. My stomach starting to tighten and squeeze. I masked my discomfort well but I’m sure from my hunched shoulders anyone could tell I was distressed.

Maybe I should make myself a protein shake, that way my hands will be busy and I won’t have to think too much about anything.

This floor’s kitchen was located in the opposite direction of the dorms and training section which meant I would have to walk past the training rooms and go up onto the next floor then cross to the other side and go back down to this floor in order to get there. There’s no point in doing all that anyways, I’ll just head to the training room and have a private session.

I pushed open the heavy bright yellow door to the training rooms. Each room was a small rectangle shaped room with clear walls. In total there were around 62 rooms. 14 down the center and 6 in the sides. Then in between the bottom rooms were stairs leading to the upper levels which allowed 4 more rows of rooms to be stacked on top of each other.

Most of the 4th “floor” was hanging from the ceiling and could be lifted into a testing room where trainers, officials, and mission leaders could observe and pick out their teams.

The first time I went up there was 7 years old and just learning how to shoot a gun. I was incredibly smart and agile but I wasn’t intent on hurting or killing anything.

My sister was the opposite she was rash and lusted for killing. She would attack randomly but slow always trying to aim for spots that would release the most blood. I could best her easily but she had better stamina and never gave up.

If I ever got so much as a cut I surrendered which held me back at first but then I figured I’d just not get cut and that’s what started my intense training with my father. He’s no warrior or special soldier but he knows how to fight and how to encourage you to want to fight.

I’ve never seen Braden or Matthew in these rooms but I’m sure they had better scores than I did when it came to testing days.

“Do you plan on just standing there the entire time? Or do you want to get started on your training?” A gruff but soft voice said from besides me.

I turned to see some girl I used to train with. She had bright brown eyes and deep brown skin. Her nose was small and lips were full, which to me made her look like a frog but I would never say that to her face.

“Hello.... I was just thinking but yes, I’ll get started on my training soon” I said hoping that what I said somewhat answered her question but made it clear I didn’t want to be bothered.

She didn’t get it and made her way to my side.

“Unbelievable you’ve already forgotten my name. It’s me, Reshmi!” She exclaimed.

“Reshmi Kahn?” I asked to clarify.

“Yes! See you do know me! You missed a session in the afternoon made me worry a bit.” She said chuckling and she pulled me towards the check in desk.

She was in charge of it on the weekends but hardly anyone came in during the night since classes were so early she told me.

“So that’s why you were so excited to see someone. Don’t worry, Braden and Matthew should be joining soon. You should probably keep them company seeing as they can’t go 5 minutes without the need of female attention.” I said peeling her fingers off of my arm.

“Reshmi is that you!” yelled Braden from the doorway. Speak of the devil. He came over an bright smile on his face despite the bruise forming on his cheek.

“Hey Braden. Edward do you want to practice knives with me? “ She asked sweetly and I perked up slightly at the mention of knives.

“I actually would, I heard some salt knives would be arriving soon. I’ve always wanted to use one. Do you think they’re heavier or lighting than my limpets inspired knife set?” I asked sighing my name on the ridiculous sign in sheet. They all get thrown away yet it’s required to sign them every time you enter the training room.

“Enough about knives, you should be focusing on your hand to hand combat skills. Though I doubt they’d be useful against zombies.” Braden cut in mumbling that last part.

“Zombies don’t exist. The infected are still human and they aren’t dead. They’re just sick.” I said facing them again.

“Then why kill them and not capture them.” He pointed out with a small shrug.

“How’d you get that bruise?” I asked changing the subject but trying not to be rude about it.

“Your little mind games with Matthew got him so worked up that when I tried to calm him down he blew up on me. I’d let him take a breather and we’ll be over this by breakfast.” He explained reaching over my shoulder to sign in his name.

He was a bit too close for my liking and I could feel his body heat radiating off his chest a few centimeters away from my own. His face was close to my ear and his armpit pressed against me.

I tried to ignore his presence and focus on Reshmi who was glaring at the two of us but he stayed there for far too long.

I shoved his away slightly and moved closer to the frizzy hair girl who tried to soften her glare.

“Knives?” I asked rubbing my shoulder and trying to stop myself from hunching up.

“I’ll show you.” she mumbled and turned towards the storage room.

“I’m thinking of joining the junior nurse program! I’ll be able to work alongside your mom!” She said cheering up from her somber mood rather quickly.

I let out a small hum and pried open the new deliveries. There were 3 separate stacks of boxes. I’ve been inside this storage room very few times but I still expected us to have more equipment.

“-She’s just so amazing at everything she does and I’ve always dreamed of working by her side-“

“Do you know where we gets our supplies? They never come branded or anything. Do they get shipped? Shouldn’t we have more?” I asked softly almost to myself.

She completely ignored me, “She’s seen my grades and told me, in person, that I was the most promising agent here!”

I froze.

My mother complimenting someone? No less some random desk worker. Her only medical experience is probably putting an ice pack on some stupid agent’s arm.

“That’s nice. I’m sure you really enjoyed being acknowledged by someone in such a higher position, makes you realize how far you truly are from your goal doesn’t it? I asked shutting close the newly arrived guns.

“As nice as my mother seems, she doesn’t mean half of it. She most likely got you mixed up with Reshmi Santango, you know the one on level 14? She’s actually got medical experience.” I continued ignoring her hurt expression and quivering lip.

If she can’t take a few passive aggressive quibs from me then she certainly can’t take anything from my mother.

I gave her a small smile before harshly shoving into her shoulder and leaving the musty and dirty room.

Braden was still at the front desk looking over the sign in sheet.

“If you could please sign me out, I’m needed in the mess hall downstairs “ I lied easily and headed out without hearing his reply.

I really shouldn’t let such a small thing get to me, but the constant idolization of my mother and her oh so important work was irritating and overwhelming.

Anyone could do her job and yet she gets all the praise as if she’s a genius. I bet I have a higher IQ then her anyways.

I let out a heavy huff of air and walked into the empty elevator. It was pure steel and unclean. The sides had rough cut marks from production and it was a dull hue rather than the shiny reflective surface I was used to. It didn’t bother me, I enjoyed the lack of neatness it was a change of scenery from the rest of the facility.

I headed down to the holding cells rather than the mess hall. The infected or soon to be infected were kept on this level but in order to even look at them I would have to go through at least 2 hours of anti-contamination spraying.

I angrily walked down trying to clear my head of any thoughts positive or negative and before I knew it my shoulders were hunched over and my back bending slightly. Imani would have a fit over my posture if she saw me. She never wanted us to look anything less than perfect or at the very least presentable, especially if we had to go somewhere together.

I sort of miss her constant nagging over me. She showed that she cared even if she only cared about me when it directly would affect her appearance or performance. It was something I could call motherly love.

“I swear they lose their humanity as soon as the host stays in them for at least 2 days. Dr. Charming says they don’t take full control until 4 or sometimes 10 days! But just took at the data man what the shit?” I heard a panic filled voice say from down the hall.

They were talking loud, did they not hear my angry footsteps?

I inched closer and slide down the side of the curving wall listening in on their conversation.

“If this continues we’ll have infected in our med labs by tomorrow evening. They all have to be transferred down here and we don’t have enough time to decontaminate all the workers necessary for it!” the same voice said the panic rising as their voice cracked.

“When did you get this data? Why didn’t you take it straight to Keoni? He’d tell his wife to get a move on with her testing.” A second voice finally answered drawling out as if they didn’t care.

My father? Why would they tell him that we could have infected on prioritized levels, he’s not even located on that level.

“That doesn’t matter! What matters is we got people working on that level interacting with the infected the entire time, what happens when they start tearing this place apart? We get stuck down here with them?” The first voice yelled with a shaky voice.

I heard soft footsteps behind me and turned to see Matthew making his way towards me. He looked apologetic and wasn’t sneaking or liking like he was going to stop.

I pressed a finger to my lips and gestured for him to kneel down next to me.

“What?” he asked loudly and I threw my hands up exasperated.

“Shut the fuck up!” I hissed and pulled him down. My hand immediately wrapped around his mouth to keep him quiet.

The voices hadn’t stopped talking.

“Call Keoni and tell him to fix this up.... wait this data is from 3 days ago. Did you do your calculations right?” the lazy voice asked suddenly more alert some panic creeping in.

“What?”

As if the universe could hear them and was waiting for this moment as some sick joke the alarms started blaring incredibly loud.

“ATTENTION LEVEL 7 BREACH ALL MANDATORY PERSONNEL REPORT IMMEDIATELY!!! THIS IS NOT A DRILL! ATTENTION-“ the automated voice said over the loud blaring ring of the alarms.

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