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haymitch says himself katniss is like him, but luckier.
katniss realized the berries were nightlock before peeta ate them.
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When y/n does something so cringe that i have to look at the invisible camera for a sec.

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FRED HECHINGER as EMPEROR CARACALLA Gladiator II (2024), dir. Ridley Scott
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~ & I BET THE THERMOSTAT SAYS 69 [ CHOSO KAMO ]
reader is afab with she/her pronouns. my requests are currently CLOSED throughout the duration october! [707 words]
Choso who is utterly obsessed with you, wondering how he got you to even consider dating him.
Who is nothing but a gentleman until he gets his hands on you and suddenly, he’s a man possessed, the only thing on his mind is you, how you make him feel and how much he loves you.
His days are long, he knows that much, but he also knows his favourite part of the day is coming home to you, no matter the state you’re in, if you’re half asleep or the most lively you’ve ever been, he appreciates both sides.
You were unconscious by the time he came home, the sleep shorts you wore were riding up your ass and the tank top exposing more than you would have liked while conscious.
You were dead to the world, so oblivious to your surroundings, it was easy for Choso to touch you, to feel the warmth radiating from you. He felt no better than his creep uncle Sukuna, eyeing you up while you were in the comfort of your shared bed, he loved looking at you, and the fact you were mostly unclothed was truly a blessing to him.
If he was fast enough, he could probably get off to you laying there but to him it had felt far too long since he’d been within your embrace, since he had touched you and you had done the same to him (even though you had seen him that morning it was far too long for Choso).
He would feel guilty, getting off to you innocently laying there, even his horny mind knew it wasn’t fair to do anything without your consent, but touching himself wasn’t off limits, maybe he’d cum on your ass and be scolded in the morning, he didn’t particularly care about that.
Before he knew it, he was touching himself, stroking his length while sitting on the edge of the bed beside you. Making sure not to awaken you while doing so, his restraint was subsiding as he reached to touch you with his other hand, groans escaping his mouth as he tried to make as little noise as possible in fear of waking you up.
His mouth was upon your skin drinking in the soft flesh as he placed kisses upon you, needing to be close to you, needing to taste you, to have you always close to him. He was shocked you hadn’t woken up by the amount of noise he was making, too enthralled with his own pleasure to notice the soft stirring of your body.
It wasn’t enough to awaken you from your peaceful slumber, but it had made Choso somewhat calm down with his movements, going slower, placing less kisses upon your form and simply choosing to touch you in the places he’d left the kisses upon you.
Out of desperation he had climbed on top of you, ensuring that he didn’t wake you up in the process, removing the tiny shorts you wore from your being and placed the tip on the folds of your vagina.
His movements were slow, thrusting up and down to have your folds around his dick, his tip catching your clit on every thrust, while you remained asleep, moans tumbling out of your mouth.
You were so warm and inviting but Choso wouldn’t push it, he’d make sure you cum, but he wouldn’t enter you, he wouldn’t want to cross that boundary, even if your form was inviting him to do so.
He maintained the same pace, being careful with you, whimpers escaping his lips as he was close to reaching his peak, hips moving frantically, against you, whispering how much he loved you into your ear as you stirred out of the slumber you were entrapped in.
You felt the fluid escape Choso as you woke up, sticky white painting your thighs and recovering from the orgasm you received in your sleepy state.
“Cho what the fuck?” You had asked him pushing him off you, “I know I said I was open to somnophilia but at least give me a warning before you try it out”
To say he was embarrassed would be an understatement, but that didn’t stop him from doing it again.
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~ & next to me, one degree of separation. [ shota aizawa]
reader is afab with she/her pronouns. my requests are currently CLOSED throughout the duration october! [1,299 words]
I am in NO way responsible in your fanfic consumption MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!! warnings include: power imbalance as reader is an employee, aizawa calls you a slut once, mentions of being paid to have sex, reader may behave like a brat, princess nickname.
The tiny skirt of your uniform slightly rode up as you checked your patient, Aizawa’s vitals, the pro-hero being seriously injured needed a round-the-clock nurse, taking care of his every whim as he readjusted to life, between the loss of a leg and eye, he had seen better days, yet you were here to take care of him and ensure he was furthering his rehabilitation.
“Are you feeling okay, Mr Aizawa? Do you think we could try moving you to the living room?” The question hung in the air as Shota turned to face you, his gaze lingering longer than it should have.
“I’m fine here,” his words were short and the within tone you could tell he was exasperated with the question you’d asked daily.
“Sometimes it feels like you don’t like me, Mr Aizawa,” you told him, used to his fussy personality, though taking it personally wasn’t on your agenda, like a ray of sunshine brightening up his day, or you chose to see it that way, Shota was never one to reveal what he was thinking to you.
“Your perception skills have increased.”
“Almost like I rolled a Nat 20!” You beamed, taking a seat on the bed beside him, your uniform rolling up further, exposing the soft flesh of your thighs between the end of the skirt and start of the stockings you wore.
His focus was drawn to your movements, fixed on the exposed flesh, you weren’t dumb, you could feel his eye upon you, his fingers lifting the dress further. Maybe you weren’t entirely honest about the service you provided, while you were a nurse you did much more than nursing back to health, you supposed that’s why he hired you. “That time already?”
Your legs straddled his lap, trying not to place your weight onto him, while his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him as your pussy grazed his clothed cock while you slightly lifted yourself onto your knees so as to not touch him, teasing him as you did so.
“My favourite part of the day,” he affirmed, moving the panties you were wearing to the side as his finger slowly entered you, stretching you as you whined at the intrusion, almost grabbing onto his wrist to prevent him from doing so, “Remember what you were hired for.”
“Sorry sir,” you spoke, hands still on his wrist as his finger moved in and out of you, causing you to bury your head within his neck as he continued to exit and enter you, “I’ll be good, I promise.” Another finger had entered you, his thumb playing with your clit as you began moving on your own, your actions begging him to move faster but his movements remained slower, refusing to give you what you wanted.
Shota’s over hand moved to your hair, pulling it and removing you from his neck, “I still have an eye, stop depriving me of such a sight,” he told you, removing his fingers causing an audible ‘no’ from your lips. “You’re nice and wet for me, aren’t you? Didn’t take much to get you going, but what else could I expect from a slut like you?”
“I’m not a slut” you told him, his words affecting you more than you let on, “Do you want me to?...” You asked as he freed himself from the contents of his clothing, cock already erect as your hand wrapped around him.
“No, I’ve already waited long enough,” his hands were on your hips, guiding you onto his cock as the sounds you made were a mix between whimpers and whines, his inability to allow you control was showing as he set the pace, his hands refusing to leave your hips as he forced you down upon his length. You supposed you couldn’t complain, it was good sex and even better pay.
His pace increased as his mouth claimed yours, tongues clashing together as his fingers dug into your flesh. Moving you up and down as your cunt clenched around him, the sounds from your mouth being stifled by Shota as though he enjoyed silencing you and keeping you all to himself.
Your kisses trailed down to his neck as his pace increased, leaving marks upon his skin, your peak building as he continued to use you for his own pleasure, your own fingers moving to play with your clit, breathy moans escaping you. “Please don’t stop.”
“Wasn’t planning to, princess,” his pace continued, the nickname he used had sent a tingling right to your core, almost coming undone at that moment, “if you cum before I tell you to, I’ll deduct from your pay.” The threat was cemented with a slap to your ass.
“No fair,” you told him, “I thought you liked when I cum? I thought it was what you hired me for, to look pretty and be fucked dumb, can’t really be fucked dumb if I don’t cum, can I?” you asked, the suppressed brat finally escaping you.
“What's not fair? The fact that you tease me all day and only put out when it suits you?” he asked, grabbing your wrist and stopping your fingers from reaching your peak faster.
“Hmm, you have a voice Aizawa, you can always ask me,” you refuted, your hips moving at their own accord, as pretty sounds escaped your mouth.
“You drive a hard bargain, princess, you not cumming doesn’t really affect me, I’ll still get to by the end,” he told you, allowing you to take control for a brief moment, seeing how desperate you were for your own release.
The lack of control was something Shota struggled with, his want and need to oversee everything would have been concerning if you were not warned about his behaviour beforehand. And even in the moments you did take the lead, his hands would never cease to be on you.
You ground into him, hips moving back and forth as you felt him deep within you, then choosing to move up and down, even the limited control you did have was frustrating Shota, his thrusts into you becoming hard and fast even as you had tried to set the pace, it wasn’t a shock you came without much assistance, being used in a way to bring him pleasure. It was all too much and without his permission, you had cum, hard, pleas leaving your lips and begging for him to continue. The disappointment was immeasurable when he lifted you off his cock, the empty feeling crashing down on you as he began to jerk himself off, his cum coating your thighs in a white sticky substance.
“Eri and Shinso will be back soon, I really don’t want to explain the outfit to them, Shinso would probably be traumatised and Eri would probably want to play dress-up,” you giggled, as Shota’s arms held you in his embrace, tightening as you mentioned the children in your care.
“It was fun, we should do it again,” Shoto told you, pulling you on top of him, refusing to let the proximity subside between the two of you.
“You like me dressed in play-pretend?” You queried, big eyes staring into his singular one, “Maybe next time we should do teacher-student, I can be a naughty school-girl in a short skirt.”
“Absolutely not, do you know how much of a turn off that would be? I spend far too much time with students to consider it remotely sexy.” At the admission you let out a laugh, “It’s not funny, I’m being serious.”
“Yeah, whatever, we’ll just stick with the nurse outfit then.” He placed a kiss onto the top of your head, while the nurse roleplay was fun, you doubted it would become a regular nightly activity.
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~ & you should stay in my good graces. [hange zoe] 18+ SMUT
Reader is afab with she/her pronouns. my requests are currently CLOSED throughout the duration October! Please respect that Hange is non-binary and referred to as they/them if you don’t respect their pronouns, please DNI.
I am in NO way responsible in your fanfic consumption MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!! [914 words]
You knew your spouse was eccentric, always wanting to try new things and explore every possible thing they possibly could — from tying you up to exposing you in public, they were experimental by nature, and it was evident with your relationship with them.
You were their favourite way to pass time, coming home to you and spending time with one another, though being bent over their lap with your legs spread wasn’t something that had happened often, the bottle of lube beside them on the bed and their finger in your ass, convincing you that this was a great idea while whispering praise into your ear.
You were used to Hange placing a butt plug in you but this was different, the sizes were bigger than you were used to upon first glance and you were unsure if it would fit in you, “Hange please” you begged unsure if it was for more or less, though her finger picked up its speed, adding another to open you up further while pressing their lips to your neck.
“C’mon baby we’re just starting, you said you could handle it,” you could tell Hange was pouting, their tone evidently making fun of you, “and your holes sucking in my fingers so well, imagine it taking something bigger.”
“But you’re already making me feel so good already,” you retorted, moving back and forth to meet their pace, “I’m close to cumming Hange” you told them, though it seemed they were in a playful mood and chose to remove their fingers from within your ass, choosing to spank both cheeks while your sounds of protest were heard throughout the room.
“Good girls don’t cum without permission, Y/N, are you a good girl or bad girl?”
“I’m good, I promise I’m good, I’m your good girl,” you reassured them, wishing they’d touch you in any way, that you had their full, undivided attention.
“Good girls don’t cum without their spouse’s permission,” Hange retorted, picking up the anal beads, the toy started small then got gradually bigger, and while Hange was sure you could take it previously, they weren’t as sure after hearing your displeasure of the size.
“Promise I won’t cum without your permission,” you confirmed, “you’re the boss, I promise I won’t be naughty.”
“You know I wouldn’t let you get away with it, baby, now open your legs further we’re gonna see how much this pretty ass can take,” upon her insistence you opened your legs further, laying over them as to get yourself in a position which would allow you to take all they gave you. “If it’s too much say red and we’ll stop,” you nodded in confirmation that you understood, and antagonising waited for them to insert the toy into you.
The toy was covered in lube, Hange refused to push barriers on your comfort, always choosing to ensure the two of you were safe. The first bead wasn’t large as it was inserted into you, Hange was going slow, playing with your clit as they continued to insert the toy. Your moans filled the room, wetness covering you as you were close to your first orgasm of the night.
“Hange, I’m going to,” you told them, while they stopped playing with your clit, with the stimulation gone, you were unable to reach your peak.
“Not so soon, baby” their response was quick, “you’ve got two more then you get to cum, not before.”
The next bead was larger in size, you could hear the squirting of lube as Hange slowly inserted it into you, their other hand’s fingers trailing up and down your back, as if to soothe you for your hole making accommodation for the large bead entering you.
“Oh fuck,” you exclaimed, moans tumbling out of your mouth as you craved their touch between your legs, “How much longer?”
“Gotta be careful baby, we don’t want you to get hurt, do we?” They asked, the last bead may be a struggle for you, almost double the size of the previous one.
Hange wasn’t lying about the last bead as it was slowly inserted into you, their fingers moving from your back to your clit, while your legs shook, trying to prevent yourself from cumming, the final bead felt far too large as they slowly inserted it into you, stopping as it was halfway in you to squirt lube onto the toy, you could feel the coldness as Hange continued. Their fingers speeding up on your clit, as though to torture you from the stimulation you were receiving.
“Hange, please, I’m so close, I can’t hold it much longer,” you pleaded with them, feeling full — the anal beads and overstimulated by Hange’s fingers was too much, the tears were rolling down your cheeks as you held back.
“Cum for me baby,” at those words you were finally able to cum, holding onto Hange’s thigh as you did so, legs shaking and incoherent sounds coming from your lips. “You really needed that, baby, was gonna finger you too but you can’t take that can you?”
“Too much,” you told them, while they continued to play with your clit, “It felt good though, maybe next time we can go further but not today.” They placed a kiss on the back of your head as they slowly removed the beads from you, the softness of their actions contrasted with everything about them, “love you Hange”
“I love you too, now let’s get you cleaned up.”
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