Helloo itâs 𧸠Anon, I really love the poly! Ghostface!! I would love to ask, do you watch hunger games by any chance? Iâm really into hunger games right now and I donât see any of male readers for it, so you could maybe do teen Coriolanus snow x male reader? Where Coriolanus and reader both mentors and dating, reader got jealous that Coriolanus and lucy gray are close too close to each other, reader distance himself from Coriolanus, and coriolanus got confused as to why reader is ignoring/distancing himself from coriolanus, Coriolanus ask why and tell the reader that he and her are nothing and its only so he can win and stuff. Only if you watch and want to write it of course, thank youu. Itâs a angst fluff or add smut if you feel comfortable with it
I am so sorry! I didnât post until this late at night after the day I said I would, I got caught up with not scheduling it to be released that day and then didnât write it after going out with friends to watch the Super Bowl (all of that and the 49ers didnât win.) I hope this is to your satisfaction Iâm so sorry! There is only slight implication to smut.
Suspecting
Coriolanus Snow x Male reader
Short
!!VERY OOC LUCY GRAY!!
You woke up to the sound of someone moving in your cabin. You sat there controlling your breathing until they got close enough for you to gauge where they were. You got up with a start, quickly pinning down the culprit who broke in ready to fight for your life, surprised to see that it was none other than the man you had been trying to avoid this entire time. Coriolanus Snow.
All of this had started when you pretty much met Coriolanus, finding him incredibly attractive and charismatic it wasnât hard to fall in love with him an and care for him. Sure it started off slow but you always knew you liked men so you had no sort of denial from it. It only started to get harder when he would care for Lucy while being close to you. You talked to some of your friends who knew you were gay about your fondness for him. They mentioned how you should either talk about it with him or talk to Lucy about it. You felt rather than talking to the man you decided to talk to Lucy.
The conversation went kind of weirdly she never once had ever been against someone being gay but this time was oddly different, she had never felt more rude towards you. Laughing at you when you had even tried to come to the notion that they werenât dating. Instead of putting your head to rest she made it worse by saying things like âhe only acts like that because youâre annoyingâ and âwhy would someone like him date someone like you?â You left her cabin even more worried than ever. You never got into your head about things like this but the change in Lucy Grayâs attitude really threw you off.
You started distancing yourself from him and her especially when you would notice when she would drape herself over him and catch your eye only to smirk at you. Every time Coriolanus would come up to you, you would distance yourself by giving short answers or giving an excuse to leave the conversation early. You did this for months on end, obviously he was starting to catch on and would try to corner you alone to get answers, getting frustrated every time. Thankfully you had your friends to thank whenever they would find you in the situation and get you out of it with god knows what.
You knew he was getting frustrated but you didnât know what to do. Only moving further and further away from him, leaving every time he would enter the room or your vicinity. He almost caught you when you were out gathering supplies in the forest. After a while he started to leave you alone after so long, you finally thought you were in the clear until now. You had woken up to the sound of someone in your cabin. There was a rule, no one go into peoples cabins at lights out. People liked their alone time and their sleep, so hearing someone in your cabin at this time was automatically suspicious.
You controlled your breath to make it seem like you were still asleep, waiting for the culprit to be closer to you before getting shooting up and pinning them to the bed ready to call out for the others and to fight if you needed to. You were expecting to fight for your life but what you werenât expecting was to see the very man that you had been avoiding the entire time. Coriolanus Snow in the flesh pinned under you, under normal fighting or sparring circumstances you would immediately get off of him but he wasnât supposed to be in here. How did he get in here? Why was he in here? You immediately asked him these questions, not getting any answers you were starting to get a little aggravated. âWhy are you in here?â You asked sternly.
What was very out of character for him, Coriolanus answered âI uh I, I wanted to talk to you about somethingâŚâ he was so unsure about yourself it was weird. You asked him what he meant and that you still wanted to know how he got in, especially because he broke in to your cabin in the middle of the night. He didnât answer only watching you, with labored breathing, and⌠blow pupils⌠oh. You thought totally understanding now. âYou like being pinned and choked?â You asked, putting more pressure on him. The squirming and whine that escaped him answered everything you needed to know. Including the thrusting up to gain friction against you. You gave in to him putting away how much you would have to talk about with him in the morning. And more than anything the seedling of victory and ego you gained for ravishing him while Lucy Gray slept alone.
I donât really like this one all that much so maybe later in the year all rewrite it when Iâm focused and all that jazz.
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hi m!!! what do you think about bf!pete getting his wisdom teeth out? and the reader taking care of him?? hed be so funny lmao xxD
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pairing: bf!peter parker x reader
w/c: 750
a/n: hi anon!! thnk u for requesting i had sm fun writing this! :)
youâre sat at the dentist's office, cooped up in those uncomfortable chairs while you anxiously waited for your boyfriendâs surgery to finish. Â
when peter ranted and moaned nonstop over his constant toothache, may decided enough was enough, and took it upon herself to set an appointment for her nephew. he wasnât too keen on the idea. peter wasnât afraid of anything ninety-nine percent of the time. dentists, however, wasnât one of them.Â
âcanât you stay here with me?âÂ
âstay? baby, no theyâre gonna be drilling in your teeth.â
âbut i-â
âand itâs gonna be bloody and nasty and i donât wanna have to see all that.â
you turn towards him, only to come face to face with the boyâs horrified look, his eyes are wide and skin pale, mouth open in shock. you cringe at your response.
âbut,â you stand, âyouâre gonna do amazing, youâre gonna sit here and let the dentist do his magic.â you smile and lean down to plant a sweet kiss on his forehead.
ây/n/n, wait but-â you drop his hand on the way out, âbye, love you baby! be good!â
ây/n!â
two hours later swing by when a woman in navy scrubs comes to get you, announcing that peter is out of surgery.Â
you knew that he would be high out of his mind on laughing gas, you just didnât think it would be this bad.Â
when you enter, the dentist is off to the side, looking over charts, packing a care bag for his patient.
peterâs head lulls towards your touch on his shoulder and slowly blinks at your presence.Â
âhi baby, how you feeling?â you give him a beaming smile.
your boyfriend does his best to muster the same grin, but the amount of gauze in his mouth makes his rosy cheeks puff out, drool dripping down the corner of his mouth.
peter takes a moment to stare at you, âwoaahhâ he languidly slurs his words, âyouâre so pretty.âÂ
you giggle at the comment when the boy gasps in horror, âwait, wait, i have a girlfriend, and sheâs-â he looks up at you worriedly and slaps his forehead, âiâm in trouble.â
you canât help but let out a laugh, heâs so dopey.Â
your fingers touch the bottom of his chin gently and lift his head, âiâm your girlfriend, silly.âÂ
a loud gasp escapes peter as his face turns ecstatic, âget out!â you giggle at his reaction, the dentist glances over at you two and offers an admiring smile.
âso do we have sex?â
the awkward silence in the room kills you.Â
your face blushes, as you shake your head and clear your throat, âpeter, no.â
âno?!â he sighs in disappointment, âaw man.â your boyfriend pouts at the floor, âwhat have i been doing with my life.â
âoh my god, pete,â when the dentist turns away, you whisper and offer him a shrug, âsometimes we do.â
the delight on his face returns and his eyes go wide, âreally?!â
the boy seriously has no filter.
as youâre packing his things, peter pauses and pokes his cheeks, âwait y/n,â he pauses, âmy face kinda feels weird.â
you look around and hand him a mirror from the counter, âoh my godâŚâ peter gingerly touches his face as you kneel down at him, âwhatâs wrong, baby?â
âmy face⌠itâs so fat!â heâs got tears in his eyes and whining with a jutted bottom lip, ây/n,â sniffle. âwill-â sniffle. âwill you still love me if my face is so fat?âÂ
you roll your eyes and smile at his antics, âof course, i would.â
he seems pleased with your answer because heâs back to smiling. you go back to packing his things. âhey, mr dentist,â he woozily slurs, the gauze is practically spilling out his mouth, âdâyou know iâm spider-man?â
you mentally facepalm at his obliviousness and mutter, âjesus christ.â
you turn to the older man whoâs chuckling at his mental state and shrug, âhe also thinks heâs luke skywalker from star wars.â
âbut i am!-â âokay bug boy, lets go.â
âwhere we going?â
âhome, sweetie.â
he gasps eagerly and raises his eyebrows at you, âto have sex?â
âoh my god.â
soon after the dentist explains and hands you everything he needs to recover, you guide peter to the car.Â
heâs extremely dramatic.Â
heâs got his hands around your shoulders, dragging himself on the floor, acting like he canât walk - which he definitely can.
âpeter, i know you can walk. câmon help me out,â you beg.
âno, i canât" he moans, "carry me,â he demands.
âwhat? no,â
âwhy not?â
âbecause youâre too heavy.â
and heâs crying all over again, âi knew it! you hate me 'cause you think my face is too fat!â
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Min!! Congrats on 900 followers! I love your work so so much, you inspire my work, you are so incredible and talented - I love you i love you i love youuuuu!!!
I have come with a dirty request. I would like season 3ish Spencer, being taught by reader how he should touch her since heâs not that experienced and then Spencer flusteredly being like âcould you show me how you touched me last time so I can remember how to do it myselfâ AAAA just like something about TEACHING that SOB that knows everything itches something deep and horny in my brain. Xoxo đ§¸
AHHHH THIS IS SUCH A LATE RESPONSE IM SO SORRRYYYY however i love this request so of course i will write it. my apologies for being so slow with stuff lately guys. life be getting in the way đđ
nsfw | mdni | spencer reid x reader | fingering (f), squirting
your relationship with spencer was still relatively new. you guys had been dating for about a month or so and have only done a few sexual things to one another. he had watched you get yourself off before, taking in the movements of your fingers at the different parts of your cunt. and he desperately wanted to make you feel good too.
so, one night, after spencer had gotten home from a case, the two of you were sat on his couch, watching some old movie. and he just looks at you randomly and goes âcan you teach me how to please you like you do yourself?â
it caught you off guard for a moment. you didnât comprehend his words right away but the moment you did, you couldnât help but smile. âis that whatâs been on your pretty mind tonight?â you asked, looking at your boyfriend.
spencer simply pressed his lips together in an awkward smile, nodding his head. âuhâŚyes?â he said, sounding unsure.
âof course i can teach you,â you exclaimed.
which led to the two of you on the couch as you sat in between spencerâs legs, back to his chest, with your pants and panties off. your legs were spread and you held spencerâs hand in yours. âfirstly, you take your finger and you spread the wetness around.â you said softly, bringing his hand down to your pussy and guiding his pointer finger up and down your slit, spreading the wetness around. âitâs not a necessity but it helps just lubricate everything.â
âyouâre so wet,â spencer whispered in awe as he gently moved his finger up and down you slit.
you let out a breathy laugh, nodding your head. âfor you? always.â you replied. you then guided two of his fingers to your clit. âthis, this is the-â
âthe clitoris, a sensitive area located on top of the vulva. itâs a primary sensory organ of female sexual response,â spencer interrupted, going into factual mode for just a moment. without thinking about it, he began rubbing your clit gently.
you let out a soft moan, your eyes fluttering shut. it never failed to turn you on when spencer spewed random facts. it also very much helped that he was a quick learner because your brain always went to mush when your pussy was being played with. ây-you just keep doing that for a little while,â you stuttered, holding onto spencerâs arm as he rubbed your clit.
spencer didnât say anything in response as he just looked at you from over your shoulder. tentatively, he leaned his head to your shoulder blade, kissing your skin gently. the action sent shivers down your spine as he began kissing towards your neck.
after a few minutes, you had decided that you needed to be filled, grabbing spencerâs hand and stopping his movements. ânow, youâre going to insert a finger,â you brought his fingers to your hole, grabbing his middle finger. âthis one,â you exclaimed. âyouâre going to insert that finger inside,â you whispered.
âlike this?â spencer asked as his digit slowly entered inside of you. your walls fluttered at the intrusion, clenching around his finger. âyouâre so tight.â
âmhm,â you said before swallowing. âand now you gently thrust it in and out, slowly at first before adding a second finger. and if you curve your finger,â spencer did just that, causing you to jolt and let out a moan. âthat is the g-spot.â you whimpered.
âso if i do this,â he began thrusting his finger in and out of you gently, making sure to make a âcome hereâ motion with his finger inside of you. âitâll feel good?â
you moaned, nodding your head. âvery good,â you replied.
spencer simply moved his finger in and out of you at a slow pace, making sure to graze your sweet spot each time. he couldnât help but press himself against you, his cock so hard from touching you. after a few minutes, he added a second finger, moving his fingers at the same pace.
âf-faster, please,â you whimpered.
and spencer complied. he began moving his fingers faster, hitting your spongy spot each time. âlike this?â he asked hotly into your ear.
âjust like that,â you moaned, throwing your head back in pleasure. âoh my god.â
the room was filled with the sound of spencerâs fingers moving in and out of your pussy. the noise just getting wetter as his fingers began squelching. and without any warning, you squirted around his fingers, whining and moaning in his arms. âoh fuck,â you moaned out.
it didnât take a genius to realize you had squirted for the first time. spencer smirked to himself, unable to help it. âthat good, huh?â he asked a bit smugly as he continued finger fucking you so good.
you whined, nodding your head. âso good, spence, oh my god,â you replied. you could feel the heat tightening in your abdomen as your orgasm approached. âso close, so close.â
spencer let out a soft moan as he could feel his cock twitching in his pants from this whole scenario. he continued working his fingers inside of you, determined to make you cum.
and with a choked moan, you began cumming. you arched your back against spencer as your thighs clenched around his hand. you let out a high pitched moan, toes curling as you came. and spencer just watched it all as he fingered you through your orgasm.
without any warning, spencer shuttered as he came in his pants from the sight of you cumming on his fingers. âo-oh,â he moaned, ropes of cum painting his boxers and pants.
and when the both of you came down from your highs, spencer pulled out his fingers and the both of you breathed heavily, leaning back to relax. after a few minutes of silence, you spoke âi have never squirted before,â you said in disbelief.
spencer hummed, smiling goofily at you. âglad to be your first then.â he replied, kissing the back of your head.
âand i canât believe you came in your pants.â you replied.
âoh shut up.â spencer exclaimed.
it was safe to say that fingering you quickly became spencerâs absolute favorite thing in the world.
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i donât know if youâre comfortable with this (so if you are you can ignore it ofc)
but would you be down to write something about doctor! karina fucking you? (i have a huge medical play kink i am so sorry)
have a nice dayđ¤
can i be 𧸠anon?
parings: doctor!karina x naĂŻve!patient!f!reader
warnings: fingering, tit sucking, manipulation, kissing, rinaâs a bit of a perv, reader has sensitive tits
omg first anon!! welcome aborddd <33 enjoy this small fic for now!
so you guys first meet when you had your first check up with her. she thought you were so cute, wearing a cute lil skirt with a crop top scrolling on your phone until you jump after hearing her walk in.
from the jump she would be so touchy, feeling you down a little too much than mandatory. which you of course didnât know and just thought thatâs what sheâs supposed to do.
she purposely make it freezing in her room so that she can see your hardened nipples poke out from your top. sheâd grope your tits and rub your upper thighs while lowly talking to you. keen eyes watching how flustered you are, trying your hardest to not let out any sounds youâve been holding in. after each check up she would get more and more bold, until she ultimately decided to fuck you!
once again she would greet you like any other day, pushing you to lay down on the bed thatâs covered in a white paper sheet.
âwe have to do some inspections on your private areas. it works better on bare skin if youâre comfortable. just to make sure everythingâs healthy.â she told you with an innocent smile plastered on her face.
so of course you obliged, not wanting her job to be more difficult than it already is. you took off your top and unclasped your bra, letting your tits be exposed to her and taking off your panties.
sheâd feel up your tits, making you jolt and bite your lips to contain your noises because your tits weâre just so sensitive! sheâd notice this and just smirk, and just start pinching your nipples. making you let out a whimper, gasping and covering your mouth with wide eyes.
âoh? you like that?â karina asked, groping your tits, âuncover your mouth, pretty. wanna hear your cute noises.â this did nothing but made your cunt begin to drool with your arousal.
karina would get so curious, wondering what noises she could get you to make. so sheâd start sucking on your neck, searching for your sweet spot until you let out a whine.
âthatâs where you like it, princess?â sheâd smirk, using her skilled hands to rub your lil bundle of nerves making you squeal out. you never expected for your doctor to completely ruin you right when there were people outside her door!
sheâd have to pin you down when she started fingering you because you were moving around so much! kissing you so that your moans were muffled because they were so high pitched and loud she didnât want anyone to come in here and ruin your lil session :((
you left her room with legs shaking barely able to stand! but she did slip her number into your phone, texting you to come over to her house. letâs just say you two definitely had a night, and your doctor definitely knew how to fuck someone stupid.
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âI swear to you, that as long as Iâm alive I wonât let a single soul ever harm you.â with protective upset and slightly unhinged jason would be so so good oh my god. like if something bad happens to reader and he has to get violent to defend her⌠yeah.
-đ§¸
You were on you way home, out later than you should have been, but your friend needed moral support after a breakup and you lost track of time.
Unfortunately while both you & Jason's apartment and your friend's were just off the edge of crime alley, your friend's apartment was on the opposite end of you and Jason. All of this is to say, unless you wanted to be out after midnight, you had to pass through crime alley after dark. It was just a five minute walk there, when daylight spared you of most of the dangers of Gotham, but it was pitch black now. You should have driven, but at the time it didnât seem necessary.
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.
You walked as fast as possible.
You didnât even have a purse on you. Your phone was in the leather jacket Jason had bought you as a present and you had 20 dollars stuffed somewhere in your pant pockets.
Were you supposed to turn left here? Yeah, you recognize that streetlamp.
You would call Jason, but your phone is fucking dead and it's not like you were gonna ask your crying friend for a charger. And you didnât realize how late it had gotten until you stepped outside with no way to get back into your friends apartment.
You were in the home stretch, just in the outskirts of crime alley. Almost freedom.
Never let it be said that you were lucky. All of your luck was used getting your hot ass boyfriend. Luck gone.
The man had a knife and was screaming for your wallet. Your wallet that you did not bring with you.
"Give me the wallet or I'm gonna spill your guts on the fucking ground!"
Just because your boyfriend was scary looking, did not mean you were used to scary men, especially ones that yelled at you. Your hands shook and you weren't sure what to do.
"I donât have it. All I have is 20 dollars, please."
"That's a fucking lie. I see your jacket. I know that shit is expensive. Lie to me again and I'll slit your throat."
Fuck. If you had to guess, it would be Jason that would find your body. You didnât want it to be Jason. He wouldn't be able to handle seeing your lifeless eyes. You know what it's like to look into your soulmates lifeless eyes and realize they're gone forever; you were hoping Jason would never have to experience that.
"It's-"
"Tough luck... I guess I could accept other forms of payment."
He bares his teeth in a grin as he sees the look on your face.
"Unless you'd prefer that no one ever finds your body?"
You're really glad you told Jason you loved him before he left for patrol.
The man starts getting closer to you. You can't talk, can't scream, can't think. You were gonna die alone.
You think you mumble out a 'please' before your back hits the wall. His knife was to your throat, but all you could think about was Jason.
There was a bang that you didnât fully register. Before you could think twice about it, your mugger was on the ground. You didnât move. You stayed, frozen, silent tears running down your cheeks.
"Shh, it's ok. You're ok. It's me."
You finally focused your eyes and saw the white lenses staring at you, his arms in the air.
You babbled nonsense. You couldn't breathe.
You tried to back away from the man on the floor, but you almost fell. You swore your legs were going to give out. Jason was at your side in less than a second. He lifted you over the bleeding body on the ground, supported your weight as your knees buckled.
He tucked your face into the crook of his neck and you choked on air.
"I've got you. Match my breaths, ok? Good. You're doing great. You're ok, I promise."
All you could manage to get out was his name.
"'M right here. Just breathe. Focus on that for me." His hand cradled the base of your neck.
Eventually you stopped crying. Eventually you could breathe again. Eventually Jason led your face away from his neck to look at you. Your whole body shook. You watched as he drew his hand up to his helmet and heard this hiss and click and he took it off. He took your jaw in one of his hands.
He wiped the splattered blood and tears off your cheeks with a gloved hand, traced the trail of fresh blood and broken skin on your neck from where the knife was pressed against you. âI swear to you, that as long as Iâm alive I wonât let a single soul ever harm you.â
You looked into his eyes as they flashed an inhuman green, and you believed him.
Bonus:
"Wait, Jay. Did you just happen to stumble across me?"
"There...may or may not be a tracker in the jacket I bought you... You were in one place for too long."
"I hate that that makes me feel safer."
He smiles apologetically. "I love you."
"I love you too."
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â Master list ;;
notes ;; all headcanons/short answered asks for characters are under their respective tags (ex. dick grayson hcs are found under âkali ;; dgâ), and all claimed anon emojis are listed in the tags of this master list. As of July 2024, All of these works are 18+//MDNI
â dick grayson
drunk in love
mirror sex
first time w/ bsf!dick
jealous!reader
just overstim
face fucking
bsf!dick makes you squirt
jealous bsf!dick
bsf!dick, sloppy seconds
fratboy!dick grayson/1k celebration
eating you out while otp
stoner!dick grayson
fucked before your flight
bsf!dick jerking off <3
â jason todd
nasty wall sex w/ ak!jason (cw: gunplay)
pheromone oil driving him insane
sleepy sex blurb
mean/rough sex
brat taming w/ ak!jason (cw:gunplay)
using his hands as restraints
rough choking w/ ak!jason
sneak peek at my wips
â misc.
triple threat (dick, jason & roy)
batcat x reader threesome
jealousy with jason & dick
breeding kinks w/ jason & dick
threesome hcs (dick, jay, bruce, roy, terry)
happy pride month to me :)
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Percy Jackson x Apollo child!Reader
[headcanon]
Summary: golden retriever dating another golden retriever
Warning: N/A
A/N: N/A
Request: đ§¸anon
Youâre the definition of a golden retriever
And that's what drew Percys attention
You're such a sunshine, and, weirdly, always happy
Percys loves being with you, according to him, you make his day better
Every time Clarisse mess with Percy, you always says that she doesn't do it out of harm
Percys always "đ¤¨" when you say it, while you just "đ"
You make flower crowds for him
He never take it of
Sometimes when he's stressed he lay in you lap while you sing and play with his hair (he always falls asleep)
If you go to the mission, you're always trying to solve the group problems with Groover
When Ednas "pet" was trying to eat y'all, you're just like:
"Dont blame it, its just a baby :("
Sometimes you're just too pure for this world
But that doesn't mean you can't fight
Mess with your friend and someone may end up with a leg and/or arm missing
That makes Percy fall harder for you
Your dinamics as a couple consist in:
Painting together (he's not pretty good at it) to killing monsters
You guys are a sunshine golden retriever x golden retriever couple
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bff!jake who sends their sex tapes and nudes to any boy reader gets close to or asks out so she would be his only !!!
- đ§¸đ
marking territory
cw nsfw under cut, noncon/dubcon, female reader, bff!fwb!jake, unprotected sex (he pulls out n cums on reader), he records with consent and sends it without consent(or knowledge), dehumanizing kinda, brief mention of cravity minhee and hyeongjun, orgasm denial
âiâitâs not nice,â you whine, pawing at his shirt. jake chuckles, grabbing your wrists with one hand and bringing them up over your head.
âyeah? well itâs not nice when guys try to get with my girl when they know sheâs mine,â jakeâs grip tightens, slowly rocking his hips into yours.
you let out a pathetic sob, eyes scrunching shut as you weakly bang a fist against his chest, but words stubborn as ever like heâs not filling you up to the brimâ âiâm not yours!â
jakeâs free hand grabs your face, turning you to look him in the eyes. your core tightens at the look on his face, feeling your cheeks puff up from the hold he has on your cheeks. âso iâve gotta show you, too, huh?â
before you can ask what he means, his thrusts become quicker, rendering you speechless. broken moans leave your mouth, eyes squeezing shut as a way to ground you as he quite literally splits you in two.
unbeknownst to you, jakeâs head turns to where his phone sits and he lets go of your wrists to grab it. he quickly slides his thumb on the screen, switching to video recording and raising it above your body.
âdid you like when minhee said you were prâpretty?â jake grunts in between pants, and your brows furrow, eyes fluttering open to stare at him. you realize heâs recording you, but you had already told him previously he couldâ whenever. you dismiss it, staring up at him through lidded eyes. you could barely register what he was saying, with his cock hammering into you repeatedly. âiâm surprised hyeongjun didnât come in his pâpants right there when you touched hisâ damnâ arm.â
a shriek leaves your lips as the knot in your stomach tightens, tears slipping down your cheeks, âjâjakeââ
âwhat better way to mark my territory than to ruin it?â the camera is shaky, but itâs light enough in the room that it gets your face and entire body in the frame. he moves the camera to get his cock sliding in and out of your puffy, abused pussy. juices squelch noisily and he can see the print of his head in your lower abdomen, and his eyes flutter shut. he groans, rutting up into you, âshâshitââ
jake forces himself to pull out of you, pumping his cock with one hand and focusing the camera on your face with tears still trailing down. he comes with a short whimper, as if heâs biting it back. thick streams of cum land on your face, getting your eyelashes, cheeks, and mouth. your eyes blink open, sticky white on your lashes as you look up at him, âi didnâtââ
âshh,â jake shushes you, rubbing the head of his cock over your lips and smearing his come. âiâm not done with you, yet.â he ends the recording, tossing his phone back on the table.
hours later, as youâre passed out beside him in his bed, he makes sure to send the video to both minhee and hyeongjun, smirking when the read receipts turn from delivered to read.
neither boy looked your way ever again, much to your confusion and jakeâs delight.
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continuing being the omega for 141 from đ. they find out youâre an omega when youâre sick. and you curl up in their laps, all docile and sweet and glassy eyed like theyâve never seen from you before.
when you go into heat right after the sickness, itâs like you have planets orbiting around you. through the haze of it all, you have brief moments of lucidity. you remember laying with your back to soapâs chest, your flushed cheeks and bleary head laid back against his shoulders while he was buried balls deep in your ass. meanwhile ghost is making slow, precise strokes into your pussy and softly petting the hair out of your eyes.
you briefly remember graves (yes iâm including him i want him so bad) laying you down on top of him while you sobbed from overstimulation so he could rub his fingers up and down your back until you calmed. you remember price having to fuck you full so gaz could make you drink a little water and eat bites from a granola bar without throwing a fit.
when the heat is over, you blink awake and find yourself in your nest surrounded with large, sleeping men and you feel like the safest and luckiest person in the world. and you slump back down and run your hands over your slightly bulging tummy (full of cum) and snuggle back into price who unconsciously cradles you closer !!
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I actually don't think that this emoji is used, no, so I want to welcome đ§¸anon!! <3 I really need to make an actual list of all my emoji anons
BUT OH MY GOD THIS IS SO CUTE AND HOT JABDFUDBFU
Poor omega reader can't catch a break can she? :( First getting sick and immediately after going into heat but it turned out fine! A least she's mated now...to a whole pack of alphas but still!
And they'd be sooo sweet and careful with you since you're still dizzy from the post-heat headspace and the lingering sickness. All these big, dominant alphas would be crooning and rumbling quietly and release all these relaxing pheromones that will calm you down and make you feel comfortable.
The nest they've thrown together while not the prettiest is definitely comfy; military issued blankets, pillows and their clothes made for a surprisingly good mating place and judging by your happy purring they've done their job well.
Soap, KĂśnig and Gaz being so insistent on cleaning and comforting you, bless their hearts :(( Together with you they're the youngest of the pack and as young alphas they feel the instinctual need to prove themselves to their omega mate that they're capable and able to provide. As the oldest and most experienced alpha, Price understands that need, he really does so he doesn't feel agitated but he can clearly feel the frustration rolling off of Ghost and Graves. They're not the youngest but they have still that possessive instinct even while in a pack.
So Price takes the initiative and with a warning growl he lifts you gently and places you right onto him and holds you close to his warm body with a pleased rumble. His fellow alphas may yowl and hiss and make displeased chirrups all they want but soon they all settle into one big cuddle pile with Philip gently nudging and nosing at your full belly with a smile and a quiet hope for a big healthy litter in the future.
But for now they all settle around you to ensure your safety even while asleep <3
You've just gained yourself the best and safest pack these can be, congrats <3
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hi hi hi today iâm thinking about carmy (as usual oopsie) and his girl who loves him more than anything. she loves him so much she always supports him with the restaurant, she listens to his ideas, tastes his meals and gives her honest opinion, she makes sure to take care of him because he often forgets about that. sheâs just that girl <3
and maybe for his birthday or their anniversary (or the bearâs opening dayâs anniversary?) she spends months preparing a book similar to the dozens they have in their living room or in the office at the bear. you know those professional cook books? with the impeccable meal pictures and the chef in deep concentration and explanations about each piece? she spends months snapping pictures of carmy while heâs working at the bear (when the restaurant is closed and heâs trying stuff out), him and the rest of the team, sheâll snap pictures of the meals he makes and take notes when he explains the idea behind it to put it in the book. she asks to take pictures of his notes too and he says yes, she doesnât tell him what sheâll do with them though (but itâs okay because he trusts her <3) and just compiles everything so she can offer it to him. she adds her own notes and maybe at the end a longer note where she tells him what she thinks of him and his work and how much she loves him.
carmy gets too into his own head and it keeps him from seeing all the good he does, the positive side of things, the fact that heâs loved and he has people who care about him. and this book just has it all <3
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sobbing bc i started writing this and then accidentally closed it and the draft didn't save so anyways. this is very sweet so here is a mini blurb. sorry for the wait my lovely đ§¸
carmen can't believe how lucky he is, to have someone like you as his wife. sweet, thoughtful, smart, and caring. he isn't an emotional man by any means, burying his feelings in nicotine and the rhythm of the kitchen. you've realized that even those closest to him don't know his intricacies, not in the way that you do. it's hard to break the surface of him but you've done it.
a lone tear trails down his cheek while trembling fingers flip the pages of your meticulously crafted anniversary gift. a cookbook, full of the most significant recipes in his repertoire. the pages were adorned with scans from his sketchbook. there were pages upon pages of old draft menus, sketches of unperfected dishes, and his handwritten recipes. each item included a 'professional' photo of the dishâcourtesy of sugar and the fancy camera she bought before the baby's arrivalârecreated by the bear staff and others you'd tracked down.
but the part that really gets him comes at the end. a faded photograph of mikey, sugar, and himself at the beef, holding up sandwiches and grinning. his childhood order is written in your handwriting, his choices annotated in a way that teases him even through the page.
"bear?" you ask quietly, poking your head into the office. you knew he was opening your gift, you'd been pretending to care about something on the hostess stand. too nervous. your heart is a little too bare on the pages.
carmen looks up with blue eyes sparkling and lays the book down on his desk. "you. c'mere, right now," he mumbles, extending one strong arm to hook around your waist and grapple you into his lap. his soft lips flutter against your neck, jaw, and cheek, and your giggles keep him from kissing your lips effectively.
"happy anniversary carmen," you whisper. his head falls to the crook of your neck, almost like he's hiding. and maybe he is, with what he tells you next.
"you, are the best wife, a man could ever ask for," he mumbles against your skin, each pause is punctuated with a kiss. he sounds choked up, and you pretend not to notice. "an' i thank whatever powers-that-be ev'ry day that i get to call you mine."
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Lighting Vincentâs cigarette for him
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eeeeeeeee quick drabble before i go back 2 working on my artfight refs | MENTIONED : established relationship between reader & vin, kinda idk but its implied vincent cant keep a bitch before hopping onto another
VINCENT stared out the window as drops of rain pelted towards the floor of the city of Paris. It was a gloomy night like any other, with the bright, warm light of the buildings that lined the Paris skyline often flickering from dark windows in the morning to their sunlight-like dots that shined in the night.
You open the door to his bedroom where heâs sitting on a chair, overlooking Paris in a penthouse high above common people. His hair is a mess, probably just woke up when you went to get a glass of water.
âWhy are you awake, love?â Vincent glances up at you when you walk towards him, hand on the base of his neck, gently ruffling with the strands of brunette hair.
âJe ne dors pas,â I canât sleep, Vincent says to you. âI have been restless for a while.â
âHow come?â You ask him before taking your seat at the corner of his bed. While dating, you and Vincent didnât really share the same bed. Vincent feltâŚ. uncomfortable when it came to exposure to someone for a long time. People circulated in his life, changed; left and went, came back and stayed, got pushed away.
The Marquis doesnât reply to you, he stares at you for a second or two, silence hanging in the air. Before his gaze turns back to the city.
âStress?â
Vincent gives a half-assed sound.
âPerhaps.â
Your eyes flicker from the window, to the shape of Vincent as the lights outside frame his silhouette. It was well past midnight when you checked the clock in the room, each second ticked with utmost insanity. A sluggish second passed. And still, Paris didnât sleep. Outside were cars, and here inside was both you, and the Marquis de Gramont.
âYou know,â You say to break the silence. The silence wasnât peaceful, neither was it tense. It was a strange in between of both peacefulness and tension. Something compelled you to speak, something to fill the air that wasnât the smell of the Paris penthouse and the perfume you wore. âI never really believed in this whole âcounting sheepâ thing.â
Vincent shifts in his seat, almost hunched over but really not at all. He looks over towards you. The faint glow of the light that comes from the vintage window barely even lighting one side of his face.
âMe neither.â Vincent replies. âIt gets boring, and I donât drift off to sleep. Instead, I lay awake, just counting. Hoping that I do.â
âMe too.â You answer back with. âMy mum used to⌠read fairytales to me.â You say. âI guess it always worked.â
Vincent goes silent immediately afterwards. You donât know wether heâs thinking or just refusing to reply. He was a confusing man. He never made intentions clear, unless you were smart and knew how to dissect him from skin to his bones, maybe his soul. But you donât know his soul yet. You donât think youâve seen his heart. Well youâve seen it.
To you, Vincent was art. A piece. Beautiful to look at, something that carried vicious history, yet cradled beautiful memories. But to be art, was to be looked at. Vincent was looked at, admired and feared. You donât think anyone has come close to this before.
You blinked, there was a stick in between Vincentâs slender fingers that have never seen the work of the poor. A cigarette. There wasnât a lighter anywhere.
Corpse silent, it was like a graveyard in the bedroom. A pretty, vintage bedroom fit for a noble such as the Marquis. Unable to contain your words and actions any longer, you stood up from your place on the corner of the bed. You scoured through your purse for something, then you felt the shiny, flat material on the pad of your fingers.
You held the lighter up near Vincent; he slips the cigarette, now pressed in between his lips. âCan I light it?â
âOui.â He says.
You flick the lighter and the soft hiss and flicker of flame cuts through the previously quiet air. The match flared to life, casting a warm glow on Vincentâs face open with his gaze flickering over onto you, a hint ofâŚsomething tender flashing in his eyes before a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips.
He takes a drag of smoke, dissipating into the cold air of Paris in the night.
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boxer rafe whoâs dating his coaches daughter WAAAA she prances around the room helping people out and then gets all nervous around him even tho theyâre together, blushing red and offering him a water with a shy grin. he takes a swig of it and then offers it to her like âyou been drinkinâ?â and sheâs just all ashamed when she says no and he holds the bottle for her when he makes sure she drinks AHH. âPRIVATE PRACTICEâ ENDS UP IN HIM CAGING HER IN AGAINST THE TRAINING RING PROPPING HER UP ON THE ROPE AS HE MAKES HER DIZZY WITH HIS SLOPPY TONGUE KISSES WHILE HE FEELS HER UP
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this is what boxer!rafe looks like to me đ a lil older and more seasoned âŚ.. like THAT man wants to keep u fucked and fed
like heâs so big n strong, but that same kind of whiny drawl he always has had when he speaks â imposing his height on you by closing in, cupping the back of your head with his massive hand when he speaks, asking âyâdrinking water? hm?â and you just get all dumb and doe eyed, shaking your head :(( n naturally he has to bring the bottle to your mouth and tip it up for you, telling you to âdrink up.â heâs dying to get his hands on you that day, thinks itâs so cute when you get flustered which is why he initiates the âprivate practiceâ with you after training.
obviously it ends up with him backing you up against the ring, huge hands clasping your body whilst he kisses you all slow n nasty with loads of tongue :(( and poor you gets so whimpery and needy right there and then he has no choice but to take you right there on the mat, hand gently clasping your throat keeping your head up off the mat as he grinds his cock into you from behind, talking u through it :( âyeaaah. see? getting what you want sweetheart, keep takinâ it for me.â
he just loves that fact that youâre his coaches daughter idk it rlly gets him off đ innocent girl like you has no place being around all these rough and scary men but he likes knowing he can protect u
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!mark !renjun !jeno !donghyuck !jaemin !chenle !jisung
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! bf jisung vii.
! âwhat would u do if someone asked me out?â
! bf chenle viii.
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! âweâd make a great couple.â
! dreamies vs clingy gf
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what to expect this month!!
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Pretty girl just living in Harryâs neck :( he is always warm, smells so good and she can hear his pulse :(( planting soft kisses :( cold hands wrapping around his neck pulling herself closer into him :( and he LOVESSSS it </3 the moment he sees her walking up to him dragging her feet he knows sheâs curling up into him and nuzzling her face into his neck :( when he wakes her up in the morning and itâs too bright she just has to hide away whining and growling âtoo bright, noâ placing kisses to the top of her head âitâs 9am baby, gotta wake upâ hand going up and down her back soothing her grumpiness :( her ear pressed to his pulse letting it welcome her into a deep sleep like a lullaby </3 and he knows what sheâs doing as she has told him before during a restless night âshh wanna listenâ </////3 and it literally tugs at his heartstrings :(
And him thinking that 9am is getting late drives her a bit insane and he canât help but love it! Her whining, clinging into him, begging him, kissing him! Itâs all he ever wants to do with her! Heâs been awake for hours he just misses her :( he needs to hear her voice, wants to know that she had a good night of sleep with no nightmares, and wants to ask what she wants for breakfast </3
âPlease please just one more hourâ nails scratching at his scalp, fingers running into his soft pretty curls :( âyou arenât as slick as you think, pretty girlâ she wants him to be all relaxed so he agrees to her commands! She lifts herself a bit using her elbow eyes still closed as she places a kiss to his ear whispering âplease just thirty minutes thenâ placing another to his jaw! He pulls the covers up her body âokay, but I wonât draw the blindsâ she lets out a huff and before she could whine he squeezes her waist â29 minutes leftâ and that shuts her up really quick! And ofc h letâs her sleep for an hour but he tells her that it was only 30 minutes and how sheâs his good pretty girl <///////3đ§¸
WAIIIIIIIT STOP THIS IS SO CUTE SHUT UP:(((((((( obsessed w her wanting to hear his heart shes so real:( just so gentle and soft and warm im so :(
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you said ghost lives to serve and i screamed at the top of my lungs how dare you. he never sits still in your shared home. constantly cleaning and upgrading and fixing so you donât have to. itâs in his blood and his bones to serve in any way he can and now iâm sadđ§¸
wait i lied im not leaving i love this
ghost only knows how to serve - it's all he did in the military, and it's all he has left now. he genuinely doesn't know how to not serve someone. you're like a beam of light when he finds you - someone good and sweet and soft who he can help. he can offer to fix your ovens, he can help you by bussing tables when you're too busy.
you mention that a bird pooped on your windshield and when you leave the bakery at the end of the day your car is squeaky clean
you lament that your favorite shade of lipstick is about to stop production and ghost drives to every makeup store nearby and buys them out of their stock, offering them as a tip the next morning
you mention needing to find a plumber because there's a leak in the kitchen sink and he almost looks offended, leaves with his tea and come back five minutes later with a toolbox and gets to work
you complain about being stuck on the side of the road for hours waiting for roadside assistance after getting a flat tire, and he gives you his number, tells you you call me next time something like that happens, i'll take care of it for you. (catches himself just in time to not say i'll take care of you)
he comes to your house for the first time when you mention your broken doorbell. fixes it right up for you
he weeds your garden for you while you plant flowers - he's still only comfortable destroying, not growing. you bring him inside for a warm drink and tell him thank you, ramble on about how important weeding is for a garden, and you don't even realize how much it means to him
(also this ghost worships you in bed)
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dreamily sighing thinking about jason getting a lil jealous... like you KNOW hes the type to have really good jealousy sex. ofc hed always respect your decisions but if some guy was flirting with you and you didnt notice (me im terrible at picking up on social queues) or he saw how a guy was looking at you? ohhh he's fucking you HARD that night.
he's rough, but he's so needy it's crazy. pounding into you, leaving hickeys where he probably shouldn't, groaning and grunting and he's repeating "mine" over and over. he's telling you you're his and that only he gets to make you feel this good, no one else. he's trembling as he fucks you cause as much as it turns him on to claim you, to make you his, he really does worry about you leaving him for someone "better"
afterwards i think he'd be all needy and cuddly and he'd tell you as much as you're his, he's yours.
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The amount of cashiers that have flirted w me and I haven't noticed and have had to been dragged away from is terrifying. also just other men in general too. I like to talk.
He wasted no time after he walked inside. He scooped you up and carried you to bed, ruining your shirt in his haste to get it off.
You're splayed out beneath him with your fingers tangled in his hair. Your breathing is labored as he leaves hickeys, very visible hickeys, on your neck and around your collarbones. Eventually he makes his way down, kissing every inch of skin he can get to.
"Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine."
Each word brings him lower and lower. He makes his way to your inner thighs.
"Mine. You hear me? Mine." He punctuates the last one with a hickey to the inside of your left thigh where you know you'll feel it tomorrow when you go to walk.
His mouth finally makes its way to your clit and you thrust your hips forward. He bring one hand to your hips and forces them against the mattress in a bruising grip, using his other hand to prod at your entrance.
He removes his face and begins using his fingers to work you open.
"You're mine, all mine. Mine. No one else can make you feel this good."
Once he's satisfied, he climbs over you and aligns himself with your entrance.
"You want it, baby?" He slides his dick in, but leaves it unmoving.
You nod your head.
"Then say who you belong to."
"Mmph. Shit. You."
His pace is immediately brutal. He trembles as he thrusts.
"'s right, baby. You're mine. So good for me. My pretty baby."
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After it's all said and done, he's the little spoon. You tell him he's yours and that you love him until he falls asleep in your arms.
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