Saberlight1

─ a little death.

request: can you write something about hate fucking elliot? ily.

pairing: elliot x f!reader.

warnings: unprotected sex (not really tho). oral sex (f and m receiving). smut in general.

word count: 1,484.

A/N: requested by @fezcossidepiece but i deleted the original post on accident lmao, anyways ily and i hope you like it<3, not proofread.

you slammed the door heavily on elliot’s face, not even caring that you were at his house, anger drowning the rest of your feelings.

you have been friends with rue since you have memory; her, lexi and you being a remarkable trio ever since pre-school, and you never thought about doing something like elliot did.

you heard how he opened the door roughly, almost breaking the fragile wood, you listened to his fast steps getting closer to you, he was angry too, but he just didn’t seem to understand why you were so pissed off.

“i don’t understand why you’re so angry y/n” he said almost laughing, trying to get closer to you, but your body kept walking back, not wanting to be close to him in any way.

“it’s not like it even bothers you that i told her mom” he continued, bluffing at you, cigarette in hand while he walked back and forth through the small room, waiting for you to respond.

his attitude made you snap, completely, all the words you tried to keep to yourself fell from your mouth, not even trying to stop yourself.

“oh my god elliot, shut the fuck up!” you shouted, prolonging the ‘u’, annoyment clear on your tone. “you had no right to do what you did. why did you even do it, huh?” you continued, but words couldn’t stop drowning your mouth.

“you are a fucking addict yourself, do you see your friends telling your family?” you got closer to him, the word friends being marked with false quotation marks with your index and middle finger. “you are an hypocrite and a fucking cunt, rue had every right to tell you everything she said” you finished.

“this is all your fault, if you hadn’t introduced her to me nothing of this would’ve happened” he replied, making you laugh at his stupidity.

“oh, i’m sorry, my bad. was i the one who ruined her life, embarrassed her in front of jules and her sister? fuck elliot, if you wanted to help her, couldn’t you just tell her mom? alone?” you shouted, your throat hurting from how much you were screaming at him.

you got so close to him that you and elliot were almost nose to nose, you were so angry, elliot could almost feel it radiating off you, he was angry too, his frown delating it; the two of you were waiting to see who would lose it first.

you were about to continue your monologue, but elliot placed a hand on the back of your neck, pulling you to him, and suddenly you were kissing him, his tongue in your mouth, and his fingers playing with the hem of your shirt.

in less than a second you changed the position, pushing his body to the bed, his body falling harshly on the mattress, you crawled up onto the bed and moved closer to him, your legs straddling around his waist.

impatiently you pulled elliot’s shirt up and over his head, and let it fall to the ground, he slid his fingers underneath the hem of your shirt, fumbling with the button and zipper on your pants, you smirked up at him, starting to move your hips in eight figures. “you are all bark and no bite, princess” elliot said smirking before letting out a quiet groan as his hips met yours.

“and you are a fucking coward” you laughed, pressing your palm up against the growing outline in his jeans, his grip around your hips tightened slightly when you began undoing the button. “not being able to go by yourself, but asking me to go with you, so you wouldn’t be so scared” you smirked at him, feeling how his dick got even harder at your degradation.

you pulled his jeans down and took him in your hand, “i hate you, so, so much” your voice was low, barely audible your thumb tracing circles over his sensitive tip and covering it in precum. “that tonight i’m gonna fuck you so good” your hand moved up and down on his dick, a smile curling on your lips at the pitiful whimpers he made, thrusting into your hand, biting his bottom lip in an attempt to stay quiet. “and then i’m gonna leave you here, and never give it to you again”

elliot’s breathing hitched as you got down on your knees, licking your lips as you prepared to take him in your mouth. “and you’ll wish that every girl you fuck was me” he grunted, hips stuttering as you enveloped him in your warm mouth, he ran one hand through your hair, pulling your hair tightly, but not once did he push you to take more of him.

you cupped his balls on your free hand, taking him further into your mouth, gagging on his length, but suddenly he pushed you off of him, his hand on your hair pulling it so roughly it almost made you cry.

he pushed your body to the mattress, dragging your legs to the end of the bed, positioning himself in between them, he kissed your thighs before he buried his face on your soaking slit, his left hand sliding up your body and grabbing onto one of your tits, he rolled your nipple between his fingers.

elliot wasn’t being delicate, his tongue moved perfectly against your clit, licking, sucking, and flicking back and forth until he felt your legs start shaking over his shoulders, his fingers traced your clit, keeping a quick pace, somehow able to tell that you were nearing the edge, almost catching your release.

almost.

“what the-“ he didn’t let you finish before he started talking.

“beg for me, c’mon, be a good girl and beg for me.” he said, he could see the desperation on your face, it almost made him feel bad, you frowned and rolled your eyes, you would never let him get away with it, so you pushed his body off you and stood up.

you placed your hands against his chest and began pushing him, slowly, backwards until the backs of his knees hit the edge of the bed and he was forced to sit, allowing you to climb onto his lap. “i don’t beg, handsome” elliot’s facial expression shifted - he was turned on before, but this, this was different. elliot placed his hands on your hips, helping you along. he held back a moan as he watched you use him to get yourself off.

you felt the knot in your stomach beginning to come undone and began moving faster and faster, anxiously approaching your release, but once again, his voice interrupted you.

“you are not even close to hating me, pretty” he said. elliot’s words pushed you to the edge.

“shut the fuck up” you hissed.

“you can’t hate me because you love the way i make you feel, not even needing my mouth or my dick to make you come.” he continued.

“shut up” you said while placing one of your hands on top of his mouth to stop him from talking, and before another word could left his filthy mouth, you positioned yourself completely on top of his dick, pushing yourself down, sitting completely on his dick.

you moved your hips roughly, fast, trying to get you to come, the idea of him reaching his orgasm not even reaching your mind, focusing on you and only you.

he tried to talk, but his word got muffled by your hand, you thanked god for that, your hips never stopped moving, elliot moved one of his hands and brought it to one of your tits, squeezing it and pinching the nub with his fingers.

that was your undoing, you came, loudly, all over his dick, your body slumped tiredly against his chest, but almost immediately, you pushed yourself off of him and began gathering your clothes and getting dressed in silence, already feeling your annoyance at elliot returning as he just sat there and watched you. “what are you looking at? put your clothes on” you scoffed.

“okay” he said calmly, he didn’t sound angry or disgusted, his response was monotonous, not letting you understand how he felt, but you didn’t care either.

when you ended dressing yourself you turned to look at him. “this won’t happen again” you said, walking past elliot and leaving his room, almost immediately he heard the front door close.

“never again” he said to himself, but he couldn’t help to keep remembering the words you told him earlier, every single one of them being true, making him want to go and follow you so he could apologize, but he was to stubborn to even think about it.

i feel like these posts get a sprinkle more deranged every time i upload

okay i’m awake time to write for my silly little phone spiders

random but i want to cuddle lottie bc i think she would be the best at it and so warm and hold you close

Oh, absolutely! That’s sounds so nice right about now, lol

Lottie definitely runs hot naturally, so perfect for the cooler month but not so much in the summer. I think she’d like holding hands while cuddling or having her hand rest right over you chest to she can feel your heartbeat. I think she’s probably a big spoon bc she had a better time feeling when you get up that way and she naturally settles her cheek against your shoulder when she sleeps

— lost signals & tunes, coriolanus snow

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

warnings: slight tbosas spoilers, angst, mentions of violence, injustice in the districts, possessive!snow, trauma, kinda mean!snow, talks of a breakup, arguments, standard ballad of songbirds and snakes warnings.

authors note: i’m back for round 3!!! i’m so happy that you all like this series so far as much as i do. here are the links to part 1 & 2, if you missed them. this one is sad and angsty, i’m sorry. the song y/n sings is by frank santra! anyways, i hope you enjoy this one! much love.

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Since your last real conversation with Coriolanus, he had been acting different. He was colder, and you didn’t know if you were simply going crazy, or if he just going out of his way to ignore you.

But regardless, you were hurt. When you tried to speak to him, he would say he had somewhere to be. And maybe he did, but you just wished he’d spend time with you.

You missed him, really.

Lucy Gray frowned as she watched you from across the room. You and the Covey were all getting ready backstage at the Hob where you were set to perform shortly. Even if you were cousins, you and Lucy Gray were brought up as sisters and knew the other probably better than you knew yourselves.

She watched you as you were deep in thought, and she knew something was troubling you. She walked over, and with a click of her tongue she gained your attention.

With a raise of her eyebrows you already knew what she was thinking. “Lucy Gray, please. Not right now,”

She raised her hands up in surrender, sitting down next to you on the couch. “I was just gonna ask what was wrong,”

“I’m sorry,” You sighed, rubbing your temple. “I’m stressed out,”

“Talk to me,” She softly smiled, her hand coming up to comfortably rub your shoulder.

“Coriolanus has just been acting weird, and I don’t know why. I think.. I think when we were at the lake I said something that he didn’t like, or something.” You vented. “Just ever since we got back, he’s been off. Or maybe I’m just delusional.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes at yourself. “Christ, Gray, I’m loosin’ it.”

She giggled. “You got a bad case of the love blues, it sounds to me, Y/N.” She repeated the same thing your mothers used to say all the time when talking about past relationships.

A small smile blessed your features. “I think you may be on to somethin’.” You sighed, again. “I just wish he’d at least talk to me, y’know? Let me know whatever I’ve done, so I can fix it, or if he wants to break up just fuckin’ tell me. I hate when shit just lingers.”

“I know.” She shook her head. “Listen, if he doesn’t realize how damn good he’s got it, then he ain’t worth it. You know better. And I know you two got history and what not, but if he stressin’ you out so bad you can’t even enjoy a performance, I’d say ya need to talk to the boy.” She explained, shrugging. “Or leave his ass. You deserve better,”

You chuckled. “Only you, Lucy Gray, could manage to make me laugh while talking about my relationship problems.” You shook your head, playfully.

A smile came back to her face. “You know it, now, c’mon we got a show to play.” She stood up, holding her hand out for you to take.

She brought you over to the rest of the Covey, Issac immediately bringing you into a side hug.

“Aye, sis, you want me to kick that boy’s ass?” He asked, smiling goofy.

You laughed. “No, please.”

“Alright, alright.“ He shook his head. “Let’s go, folks!”

Once you all were out on stage, all of the struggles and worries wrestling around your mind faded, and a smile brightly displayed on your face as you sang along with your family. You didn’t even realize how fast it was going by because you were enjoying yourself.

Until you saw his smirk in that crowd.

You were scanning the crowd as normal, loving to see all of different people coming to together to enjoy music when you saw him. He was in the back of the room, alone, his arms crossed over his chest as he smirked at you.

His gaze almost made you feel uneasy, his sharp eyes boring into yours. Lucy Gray wrapped up one of her songs, turning on her heel and winking at you, her signal to let you know it was your turn on the mic.

You sighed before standing up, grabbing your guitar and walking up to the mic.

“Hey, twelve,” You smiled, looking at the crowd. “How y’all doin’ tonight, huh?” They all cheered in return, making your smile grow bigger. “That’s what I like to hear! Alright, here’s the song.”

Over and over, I keep goin’ over the world we knew.

You began, singing deeply and sharply into the mic, staring into Coriolanus’ eyes.

Once when you walked beside me,

That inconceivable, that unbelievable world we knew,

When we two were in love.

Your eyes burned into his as the rest of the world seemed to fade away, leaving only you and him as you sang to him. He knew it was about him, most of your songs were.

And every bright neon sign turned into stars,

And the sun and the moon seemed to be ours.

Each road that we took turned into gold,

But the dream was too much for you to hold.

Your voice boomed across the pub, the couples holding each other and the singles downing their shots in misery. You touched all their hearts with the song, somehow. His eyebrows furrowed as he truly listened to the lyrics, seeing how you wrote about your love and pain, and he wondered if it was still about him.

I mean, he hadn’t hurt you, right? He didn’t think him ignoring you for a week or two would push you this far.

Now, over and over I keep goin’ over the world we knew.

Days when you used to love me.

Issac and Cece took over for the music break, as you turned to blink away the tears that threatened to spill.

And every bright neon sign turned into stars,

And the sun and the moon seemed to be ours.

Each road that we took, it turned into the gold,

But the dream was too much for you to hold.

The tears only got closer to dropping from your eyes as you kept singing, just trying to get through the song. You tried focusing on the beautiful music the Covey produced behind you and put your all into your singing.

Now, over and over I keep goin’ over the world we knew.

Days when you used to love me,

Over and over I keep goin’ over that world we knew.

You finished with one last strum of your guitar, and the melodies of Lucy Gray and Maudie Ivory next to you. The crowd erupted in cheers and claps.

“Thank you!” You smiled as the rest of your family joined you, bowing. After saying your goodbyes, you stalked off stage as fast as you could, ignoring the concerned gaze from Coriolanus.

“Your singing was beautiful, I love that song.” Lucy Gray said as she walked beside you. “But I do want to give that boy a stern talkin’ to for makin’ you feel that way.”

You grabbed her wrist. “No, Lucy. Let me talk to him.” She looked at you with raised brows, the pair of you exchanging words with your eyes. Eventually she nodded, stepping forward and letting you walk.

You walked through the corridor that led back out to the dance floor, your eyes looking for that familiar face. But it seemed to be that he found you before you could find him, the man already walking towards you.

You crossed your arms, turning on your heel to walk deeper into the corridor so no one would be around. You knew he’d follow, so you leaned against the wall, popping the gum in your mouth.

“There you are,” He called as he turned the corner, seeing you standing there. He walked over to stand in front of you. “Y/N, that song—”

“Cut the shit,” You cut him off. “What’s been goin’ on with you, Coriolanus?”

His eyebrows furrowed at your forwardness. “What do you mean?”

“I mean you avoidin’ me. You been actin’ weird since the lake, Coryo.” You sighed, pushing yourself off the wall to get eye to eye with the man before you. “If this is about what I said about runnin’ away..”

He rubbed his temple, staying silent.

“Coriolanus, do you expect me to enjoy life here? Watchin’ people get hung every other day, scared for my own damn life? My families lives?” You threw your arms out, scoffing. “Why would I want to stay?”

“Because of me!” He cut off your rant with a whisper yell. “I wanted you to want to stay, with me. Or.. come with me to the Capitol.”

“You know how I feel about that.”

“I know. And I wish I could change that.” He stepped forward a bit. “Because I don’t want to be away from you, Y/N.”

Your eyes softened. “Coryo, I don’t want to be away from you either. Hell, I’ve been thinkin’ about you for weeks just because you didn’t talk to me,” You bitterly laughed at your own foolishness. “But, look, if this is gon’ cause a problem between us, then maybe we should just call it off here, ‘cause even if it’ll hurt like hell, if we don’t got trust in each other then we got dirt.” You shrugged, even though the words you spoke felt like a dagger to the heart.

“No.” He shook his head immediately, his hands reaching out to grip your hips, almost seeming to make sure you wouldn’t run. “I’m not letting you go, no. Definitely not over this.”

“Then what do you want from me?” You asked, your eyes flickering between his. “You iced me out for 2 weeks because of what I said, then when I give you a solution, you say no?”

“Because that solution is us not being together.” He said, firmly. “That is the last thing I want. This whole thing started because I’m afraid of being away from you, Y/N.” He finally admitted.

You sighed. “Why didn’t you tell me that? We could’ve worked this out together.”

His hands slid up your body to cradle your face. “I was afraid. I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean for this. I didn’t mean to hurt you,”

You looked down. “You scared me, you asshole. I thought you didn’t want to be with me anymore.”

He frowned, tapping softly on your cheek to get your attention back onto him. “I’m sorry I made you feel that way, I always want to be with you. We will figure this out, I promise you that. I.. I’m just not good with talking about things with people, y’know…”

A soft smile spread over your face. “Yeah, I know. Just.. talk to me next time, okay? I hate when we don’t talk.” You said, walking into his arms.

He sighed happily at the contact, nuzzling his face his your hair to inhale your scent. “I will, my love.” He sighed, pulling back and licking his lips. “That song, though, it was beautiful. What is it called?”

You continued to smile. “You didn’t figure it out? It’s called ‘The World We Knew’ and, before you even ask, yes, it’s about you.”

His smiled slowly faded. “I made you feel that way?”

You swallowed, your smile gone as well. “Coryo.. these past two weeks, I thought it was over between us. When I wrote that, I was trying to come to terms with it.”

“Well, now you know that we’ll forever be in that world we apparently knew.” He joked, making you giggle.

He leaned forward to place a loving kiss on your lips, causing you to moan against his lips. He pulled back at the noise, looking at you with a smirk. “I have just the idea to make it up to you,”

You laughed when you saw that glint in his eye, kissing him again. “Show me what you got, big boy.” 

YALL IM BEGGING SOMEONE TO MAKE AN EDDIE MUNSON SMUT I AM LITERALLY ON MY HANDS AND KNEES BEGGING SOMEONE TO MAKE A GOOD X READER SMUT WITH HIM

lottie sent a group of people to sexually assault travis, brainwashed him, forced him to take shrooms and caused a drug addiction, and fear-mongered everyone so much that they ruined their chances of rescue so i kinda dgaf that he tried to kill her sorry