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Gorgeous ✧˚ · .

JJ Maybank x Reader

“Ocean blue eyes, lookin’ in mine. I feel like I might sink and drown and die” ࿐࿔

Inspired by Gorgeous by Taylor Swift

Warnings: MDNI. Contains sexual content, cursing, mentions of alcohol, toxic (ex)boyfriend, fluff in the mix, ideation of cheating, underlying manipulative JJ

Summary: You’ve always been attracted to JJ Maybank. But the fact that you can’t have him kills you more than he knows.

You were sitting on your phone texting as usual. Lazing around, arm draped around the arm of the couch as you chatted to your friends and scrolled through social media listlessly. Liking posts and rolling your eyes at girls bragging about their all-around-boring lives.

Sure, there were more productive things to be doing. You could be doing chores, washing the dishes, or hanging out outside. But really, who cared? It was a still day in summer, a day where most Kooks and Pogues alike would be enjoying the weather by surfing and swimming. All you felt like doing, however, was pretty much nothing.

Your boyfriend was nowhere to be seen as usual. The last time you’d seen him was that morning, after he waved goodbye without so much as a “See you, babe,” or a kiss on the cheek. When he’d be back, he hadn’t mentioned. You knew, though, that it wouldn’t be until late that night.

He still acted as though he cared about you. In the evenings he’d tell you he loved you, and that he needed you. But you always found yourself questioning those words even as he fucked you in the bedroom.

You couldn’t remember the last time you enjoyed having sex with him.

You were planning on going to the boneyard party tonight. Hang out with your friends, maybe grab a few drinks. What you weren’t anticipating, though, was seeing one person with sandy blonde hair, blue eyes, and tan skin. That person was JJ Maybank.

And yes, he was heading over to you now, a plastic cup in his hand. He held the cup out to you, saying “Hey there. Care for a drink?”

You were distracted by those deep blue eyes. “I, uh…” 

“Here, take it. It’s on the house,” he placed the cup in your hand, winked, then walked away. You saw him rejoin his group of Pogues around the campfire. 

“What’s between you two?” Your friend asked teasingly with a raised eyebrow.

“Nothing,” you said, rolling your eyes. But you knew that wasn’t quite true.

It wasn’t like you and JJ were strangers. He always said hi to you when he was around, and you would occasionally engage in informal conversation.

There was something about him though. Something that made you turn your head every time you saw him. You knew it was wrong. You have a boyfriend, you scolded yourself sharply.

But you couldn’t help it. He was… handsome. No, that wasn’t it. He was gorgeous. Indescribably so. That’s why you always found the picture of those mesmerizing ocean blue eyes trapped in your head, never leaving you alone.

There was one thought that bothered you. You didn’t know if he had a girlfriend or not. You’d seen him around Kiara Carrera, the Kook-turned-Pogue girl with long brown hair and olive skin. Had she already taken him? But what if she hadn’t? For some reason, the idea of him being entirely free for the taking left a sick feeling in your stomach.

Because no matter if you wanted to be his or not, you couldn’t. You already had a boyfriend, a couple years older than you. Whichever way you put it, you had been dating for nearly two years. Even considering cheating on him was out of the question.

It made you angry. How JJ Maybank was allowed to be this gorgeous and get away with it. You had to stop thinking about him. Period.

That’s what you tried to convince yourself as your boyfriend pounded into you on the bed later that night. 

“Good girl,” he muttered in your ear. “Fuck.” As you looked up at him, you saw that his eyes were emotionless as usual. You felt a sinking feeling that wasn’t unfamiliar. Should you ever believe that he loved you?

You were at a party again. Except this time, it was at a Kook’s house, the property so big it reeked of money from a mile away.

The main room was so big you were sure it was equivalent to the ballroom of a castle. The Pogues were all here— why the hell were the Pogues invited?— but it seemed the entirety of the Outer Banks was here. Girls and boys were all dancing to the music underneath the disco ball hanging from the ceiling.

You had worn a black sparkly dress tonight, along with a pair of heels. After a while of catching up with others, you stood to the side of the dance floor, pouring yourself a glass of champagne.

“That looks good. Wanna grab me one?”

You turned around, and there was JJ again, good-looking as ever. 

You smirked at him. “You should get one yourself. Be careful though, it’s a little strong.”

He grinned back. “Don’t worry, I can handle it.” He moved to the refreshment table. As he was filling up a glass, his eyes met yours. You felt your cheeks burning. Then he looked away, and it was over.

“So, uh— where’s your boyfriend?” JJ asked casually.

“Don’t know. Probably in the club with the guys.” You felt like shriveling underneath his gaze. How could someone be this attractive?

He sounded skeptical. “Not at the party?”

You chuckled a bit. “No, he never goes to these.”

“Alright then. Well, I’ll see you around.” And he disappeared.

Somehow you found yourself pulled into the midst of the dancing, twirled around, from one person to the next. Then the music changed to a slow song. A romantic one, with the lights switched to dim and deep red.

And just for a split second, you felt someone’s hand brush against yours. Without turning around, you instinctively knew it was JJ’s.

Why? Why would he do that? He knew you had a boyfriend. Had it been an accident? But something about the deliberate gentleness of the gesture made you know it hadn’t been.

He made you so angry. How dare he tempt you like this? He would pay for this. You just didn’t know how. You downed too many more champagnes, then left, dazedly, for home. Alone.

You didn’t sleep at night anymore. The image of JJ’s face refused to go no matter how hard you tried. Your boyfriend still spent time with you, but it was less and less, and you had no idea where he went half the time.

So you were left restless by yourself, slowly falling apart as you cracked at the mere thought that you couldn’t have what you truly wanted. You hated JJ Maybank. Hated him. Without him realizing one bit, he was making you fall apart.

You were sitting in the hammock in your yard, on your phone again. You were too tired to pay attention to the endless pages of meaningless posts. 

You heard the gate to the backyard open, and you looked up. It was one of your friends.

“Hey, what’s up?” you called to her.

She walked over and looked uncertainly at you, nervously fiddling with her hands. “Hey, I came to tell you about something.”

“Yeah? What is it?” you narrowed your eyes in concern.

She hesitated. Then she spoke. “I found out from someone else that your boyfriend has been cheating on you. With a girl from the club.”

“What?” you exclaimed. The outrage must have shown on your face, because your friend took a step back.

“I’m sorry.” She gazed at you sympathetically.

You were speechless. It couldn’t be true. Not knowing how else to console you, your friend left quickly.

Your boyfriend had cheated on you. After all this time, being loyal to him and trying your damndest to keep a good relationship with him, he had gone and found himself another girl. You waited in dread for him to return. 

When he opened the front door, you immediately started yelling at him.

“What the fuck?! How could you cheat on me like this? I thought you loved me!! And don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about!”

He dropped the blank expression and instead stared at you coldly. “So you found out.”

Your eyes started filling with tears. “How could you?”

“I just didn’t think we were a good match. Oh, don’t act so surprised. You were good while it lasted. But I found someone else now. Don’t take it personally.”

“Don’t take it personally?” You couldn’t believe what he was saying. “What kind of a shitty boyfriend are you? Who’s this new girl, anyway? Is she so much better for you?”

“Yeah. She is. We’re over.” And with that, he walked out of the door. 

That’s how you ended up crying in the bathroom of the local cafe the next morning. It was Sunshine Bakery, a cheap place where countless OBX residents went to grab their daily coffees.

You sobbed on the tile floor, hair falling over your face in a tangled mess.

You were too lost in your own misery to notice the door handle turn and someone step in.

“Hey, I thought I heard— whoa, are you okay?”

Your head snapped up. And of course, it was fucking JJ Maybank, looking surprised to see you soiled on the floor, knees pulled up to your chest.

“What are you doing here?” you sniffled softly, failing to hide your ruined state.

“I heard someone crying in here and came to check. What happened?” His blue eyes held a genuine concern.

“My… boyfriend just broke up with me.” You looked downwards. Your brain couldn’t decide if you should be willing to accept his comfort or not.

His eyes widened. “He did?”

You could only nod. 

“Well, I can’t imagine anyone who would want to do that.”

Now it was your turn to be shocked. “What?”

He grinned at you. “I just mean you’re so beautiful, you deserve better.” He closed the door behind him and sat down next to you. 

“You think I’m beautiful?” The tiniest hint of a smirk tugged at the corner of your lips.

“Of course. Who wouldn’t?” His voice lowered, and he gently wiped away your tears, brushing your hair behind your ear.

Your breath hitched in your throat. You thought you’d never get this close to him, yet here he was, touching you.

“Want me to make you feel better?” His voice was really low now, and there was something unreadable in his expression.

The word “yes” had only just left your lips before he gently tugged your shirt and bra down and pulled off your shorts. Then he unbuckled his belt, the metal clinking as it fell to the floor.

You thought your heart was beating out of your chest. “Are you sure you want to do this?” He asked you steadily. When you moved your head in a silent yes, he pressed his lips to yours tenderly, slowly and with precision.

You relished his feel, closing your eyes as you allowed your arms to wrap around his neck. His hard cock brushed against your stomach, already wanting you.

As he guided himself inside little by little, it was a feeling you had never felt before. Nothing like what it had been with your ex, and the thought brought guilt to your mind. But it was soon forgotten. JJ was here now, and only JJ. Your walls tightening around him was your only thought. How could you hate him? He was handsome as hell, after all.

He rolled his hips into you back and forth, taking care that you were comfortable. Every touch sent waves of electricity through you. Your little moans of pleasure spurred something inside JJ; your sweet sounds were a music to his ears he had never dreamed of before.

“Shit, you’re so good for me.” His hands twisted in your hair while your leg came up to grab onto his waist. Your breathing was heavy. In this moment in time, it was only the two of you, everything else forgotten. Any past pains were gone. This was how it was meant to be.

When you came, your juices dripping out of you, JJ lapped it all up, his tongue swirling around your pussy.

“You taste so good, do you know that?”

When he stood back up, he pulled you in for another kiss, spreading goodness through your veins.

He pulled away. “Was that okay, princess? You’re sure it wasn’t too soon, after…” he glanced at you anxiously.

“No,” you told him immediately. “JJ, I… thank you.”

He softened. “Don’t worry about it. Anytime.”

You began to blush. “Maybe we could meet up sometime soon?”

“Sure, baby. How about tomorrow at twelve? At my place?”

“That sounds great. Really.”

He smiled charmingly. “See you there, then.”

You watched him go. You finally had what you had yearned for. It was possible to be a daydream, but now he was yours. Gorgeous JJ Maybank.

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Late to Class

Draco Malfoy x Reader

Plot: As you are about to walk to lunch from class, Draco stops you in the hallway and steals the chance to have a moment alone with you. Established relationship, mildly toxic Draco Malfoy, Fem!reader, sex between two unruly students, etc.

A/n: So sorry for the long absence, lovelies! For all my Draco Malfoy lovers out there, here’s a fanfic for you! Enjoy! 💚🐍

Warnings: Smut, all characters 18+

“Alright, class,” Professor Flitwick chirped from his usual place by the front window. You sat in the back of the classroom, tapping your quill on your desk impatiently and waiting for the bell to signify your release. 

“Tonight’s homework will be to finish the anti-theft charm study that we will share with the class tomorrow.” Flitwick glanced up at the large clock on the wall, ticking away towards 1:00. “And that may be all of the time we have for today. Don’t forget!!” Ring ring ring! As he finished speaking, the bell at last proclaimed its dismissal, and the students got up and began filing out the door.

Luckily for you, the next period for you was lunch. You picked up your quill, books, and wand and slid them into your book bag. Adjusting your tie, you slung the bag over your shoulder and left the room.

You walked down the hallway, past the windows that were just barely tinted with the frost of late autumn. You were planning to head to the courtyard to meet your friends, just as you always did. Just as you rounded a corner, you slammed into someone, knocking you backwards and sending the contents of your bag spilling to the floor. A hand gripped your shoulder, preventing your descent.

“Draco!” you exclaimed, as you saw the familiar blonde hair and pale features.

“You should really watch where you’re going,” he scolded lightly. His silver eyes glistened in mock chastise. 

“Oh?” You replied with a slight smile. You reached down to retrieve your things, but Draco’s hand tightened on your shoulder immediately.

“Leave it.”

You stared up at your boyfriend quizzically. “What?—“

Not giving you a chance to finish, he guided you with a sharp turn into an empty hallway, leaving your scattered belongings behind. Your eyes widened in surprise as he pressed you against the wall. “Draco, right now…?”

“Is there ever a wrong time, my darling?” His said to you lowly. He kissed you and held your face in his hands, closing his eyes gently. Draco, sure the charmer.

The kiss became more passionate, as you allowed yourself to sink deeper into him.

When he pulled away, you tilted your head to the side in a teasing smirk. “Never can get enough of me, can you?”

“Oh, but my dear,” he said, leaning close to your ear so that his lips brushed against the skin there. “It is you who cannot get enough of me.”

A shiver ran up your spine at these words.

You found your head falling back as he kissed up your neck possessively, hardly breathing as you waited for what he would do next. 

Draco’s hands journeyed up your striped skirt and squeezed your ass, a gasp escaping your mouth at his cold touch. You could feel the metal rings on each finger.

Before you knew it, you were both standing naked in the hallway, you leaning against the corridor wall as you watched him grow harder by the second. Lust grew between you, the cold air freezing your breath and hardening your nipples. Then he slipped inside you, and all you knew was the feel of his curve against your walls and the sound of his deep moans in your ear.

Pleasure and pain coursed through your body simultaneously as he pumped in and out at a steady pace, making sure you could feel every ridge and vein of his long cock. Your hips bucked forward to meet him, Draco’s hips rolling in rhythm in response. You breathed out his name, willing the two of you to be quiet in case someone happened to be walking by.

Draco, internally, wanted nothing more than to make you cry out loud and long, so that your angelic voice reverberated to the ceiling and throughout the entire school. He wanted to feel himself come inside of you, as he fucked you with your hair mussed so beautifully and cheeks rosy. But not now. He would have to wait until tonight.

After several more thrusts that had your core tightening to the point of snapping, several more moments of sighing desperately into each other’s mouths, he finally pulled himself out, breathing raggedly. His gray eyes locked onto yours in the darkness.

“We should really get back to class.”

You didn’t dare look away from his gaze, heart rate only beginning to slow. “I suppose we should.” Lunch was long over, the ring lost in the fleeting moment. You had to hurry if you wanted to make it before the next bell.

Draco helped you to redress, buckle clinking as he slid his belt back on. Since you had the next class together, you walked there close to his side. Draco had an arm around your shoulder, like a gentlemen.

You got there only a minute late. Professor Snape, your potions teacher, peered down his long nose at you. “And why might the two of you be late?”

“Sorry, Professor, we were working on a project together during break and lost track of time.” You covered for the two of you quickly, holding your hands together in a sheepish gesture. A small grin curled at the corner of your lips, and you hid it swiftly.

Snape narrowed his eyes. “Be sure you are more mindful in the future.”

“Yes, Professor,” you said modestly. As you walked across the classroom and took your seat, one of your friends turned around in their seat and eyed you skeptically.

“You weren’t outside during lunch. Where were you?” they asked.

“Oh, nowhere,” you told her sweetly. You flipped your hair and faced back to the front of the class. Draco Malfoy caught your attention and chuckled softly in your direction. Oh, they’d never know why you were late to class that day.

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Hazbin Hotel Headcanons 🔥😈🏨💞

All your favorite male Hazbin Hotel Characters in a list of x Reader headcanons!

WARNING: Not safe for work content below. Mind the tags!

Lucifer 🪽

• Our sweet baby angel loves taking you on rides via his wings, of course he makes sure to hold you tight the whole time so you don’t fall

• Sometimes he lets you wear his top hat ❤️

• When he wants attention, he might shapeshift into different animals for you (ex. a kitten, dog, duck)

• A big love language for Lucifer is gift-giving: namely, rubber ducks and flowers

• Oh, yeah, he’s a bottom. It’s not hard to picture those eyes looking up at you pleadingly with tears in them, begging you to take care of him…

Adam 🎸

• Crazy first-man boyfriend. Plays his guitar for you. (Might even let you play it)

• Doesn’t settle for other men eyeing you- will chase them away with a big angry scowl or extreme aggressive humor

• Eats. A LOT. Won’t make food for you though, will appreciate it if you cook for him

• Adam’s love language is mainly flirting, serves you up all the suggestive shit you could ever want

• Rough whenever you’re having sex, will never take no for an answer when he’s particularly horny

Vox 🎤

• Charming, charismatic, flirtatious AF

• Although Vox doesn’t have true lips, kissing him is rather warm and comforting

• Has tried to hypnotize you into falling in love with him on multiple occasions, it didn’t work but you did ask him out by yourself eventually

• Main love language is physical touch and touching your cheek, holding your hand, and hands roaming up your body

• Display sex is an obsession of Vox’s; will display you on TV, in front of windows, or generally anywhere in public whenever he gets the chance

Sir Pentious 🐍

• This snake demon is a bit shy at first, and will need a bit of warming up to get to know you

• Ah, yes, attention and cuddling is a must for Sir Pentious who adores it when you so much as look at him

• Shows you his inventions and things he makes, a few he builds especially with you in mind 🔧

• Words of affirmation and gift-giving should fit the picture

• Have you forgotten? Our serpent boy has two d*cks. TWO. Yes please

Alastor 📻

• Gettin’ spicy out here 🔥 The deer gives and takes whatever he wants, no more, no less

• He definitely knows what he wants from the start- He’s quick to win you over and take you for himself

• The Radio Demon may be creepy, but those creepy powers come in handy when protecting you and keeping you safe from anyone who comes close to you 🌹

• I personally believe acts of service is Alastor’s love language. Solely lending you a helping hand and leaving small details around to let you know his affections for you

• Uses his tentacles during sex, to hold you down as well as explore that beautiful pussy of yours

Husk/Husker 🐈‍⬛

• He seems nonchalant towards you. But this isn’t true. Husk’s feelings come in small packages, coming out slowly while you spend time with him by the bar at night

• You’ll start to notice small changes in his behavior as he grows more comfortable with you, including small smiles, gestures, and free drinks 🍺

• Hugs you with his wings. They’re very soft

• Husk has gentle and subtle love languages, acts of service mainly, just to see that smile on your face

• He purrs while fucking or kissing you. Prove me wrong

Angel Dust 🕷️

• Believe me when I say this man loves you to death, which he does

• Constantly telling you how beautiful/handsome you look

• Might need a bit of comforting during those hard days, will give you the same in return

• Flirting, flirting, more flirting, and physical touch in the mix. Once the relationship becomes more intimate, different from the ones Angel is used to, most other love languages will be present

• Ooh boy, Angel will feel you up any chance he gets and make you feel so good you can’t spell your name. He’s a pro, after all

• Bonus: Angel Dust (a.k.a Anthony) enjoys sharing his New York cuisine with you! He���ll cook for you on special occasions, wearing a “💋 the Cook” apron in the meantime

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Hello!! Could you please write a sub!Anakin Skywalker where the reader (preferably female reader) ties him up? Like, to a bed or to a chair? And maybe pegs him? Thanks!!

Yes of course!!

All Wrapped Up- Anakin Skywalker x Reader

Plot: Anakin is used to being dominant with you… but tonight you’re the one who has him tied up and bent to your will.

Warnings: Smut, fluff, p in v, pegging, 18+

A/N: Keep the requests coming, loves! I loved this one!

You and Anakin are sitting at the dining hall table, eating dinner together with Padme and Obi-Wan. You try to sit as calmly as you can, dressed nicely and using your napkin and silverware properly. But it’s oh so hard when Anakin sitting is directly across from you, stealing secret glances and smiles at you.

It would be bad. So very bad if Obi-Wan, his master, or anyone found out. But it’s incredibly difficult to ignore those dark eyes, the ones that you could get lost in forever.

You and Anakin have not been together for long, but ever since the two of you met, all you’ve wanted to do was hear his voice, to be in the same room as him, to feel him.

You try to keep things discreet. What the two of you did was kept behind closed doors, where no one could see or hear you. You simply couldn’t help smiling back at him, batting your eyelashes in his direction.

When Anakin accidentally spills a spoon of soup on the table, distracted while looking at you, you cover up a giggle behind your hand.

“Sorry, that was my bad.” He mutters in embarrassment. Oh, how you couldn’t wait for what you would do to him tonight.

As you finish your meal and get up from the table, you stop him before he can leave. Holding his hand, you walk together up to his room, where you lock the door with the key.

Kissing each other on his bed, you love the way his warmth and affection fill you up. You kiss more and more passionately, his hands tangled in your hair. The way the moon shines through the curtains makes the scene straight from a romance movie.

His hands move gently under your dress, lifting it over your head and unclasping your bra. You are now both naked in the brunette’s room, desperate for each other’s intimacy.

Then you decide to turn the tide of events. Taking an old pillowcase, you order him to sit against the bed frame. He eyes you carefully as he does so. You take the fabric and tie his wrists to the headboard, pulling them tightly. You swear you catch a glimpse of fear in his blue eyes. He has no chance of escaping you and he knows it.

“Want me to take care of you, Jedi?” you jeer in his ear.

“Yes.” Is his only response.

At that answer you take his cock in your mouth, sucking it down and forcing it up your throat. He groans as you slide your tongue on its underside, pushing it deeper and deeper. You fight the urge to gag as you nearly hit the back of your throat. Anakin shutters beneath you, and you force him to stay still by pressing your palms into his legs.

His cock finally reaches the end of its passage and you feel his cum flooding down your esophagus as he orgasms. Your eyes close as if to savor the taste. When you release him the juices drip out of your mouth, and Anakin wants nothing more than to touch you when he sees how hot you look gazing up at him.

“Not yet, Ani. You’re not being untied yet,” and he looks downwards, biting his lip. You can see how much he hates not having control, powerless with his hands tied above his head.

Mercilessly you flip him onto his back, retrieving a plastic dildo from his side drawer. Hidden under several books, where no one can accidentally stumble across them. But unfortunately for him, you know all of his secrets. You shove it into his ass hole, causing him to gasp out your name. Hands clenching, sweat beads on his forehead as you thrust the toy in and out of him, ensuring it hits its mark.

You leave the dildo inside of his hole for a few moments, waiting as his breathing becomes increasingly ragged. Then you pull it out of him quickly, bringing out a strangled groan of “Agh-gh!” from his mouth.

“You’re so sexy like this, letting me do whatever I want to you. Do you know that?” you say sweetly. He doesn’t reply, just remains head facing down on the bed. “Only I’m as good at doing this for you, my beloved.”

You flip him back over, deciding to give him what he wants: at least part of the way. Your opening wet with self-lubrication from his sounds, you slip onto his dick, making Anakin throw his head back. Anakin Skywalker, the Chosen One, the most powerful Jedi in the galaxy, falling apart beneath you and calling your name in anguished whines that travel straight to your core.

Your jumping becomes more insistent, as your g-spot is hit deliciously again and again. His nails dig into your back, making you certain there will be marks there tomorrow.

You reach your climax, veins setting on fire like there’s lava flowing through them. Your heart beats out of your chest.

Only after you’ve had your entire fill do you unknot his hands and release him. He sags in relief with you onto the mattress, overstimulated and exhausted. Every movement makes him wince. You clean each other up and Anakin peppers kisses up your neck.

“We’re never doing that again.” He murmurs into your skin.

“We’ll see,” you laugh softly as you fall asleep, snuggled up against his chest.

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Requests are open if you have any!! 🌟💙🌙

I write for:

• JJ Maybank (Outer Banks)

• Rafe Cameron (Outer Banks)

• Draco Malfoy (Harry Potter)

• Lorenzo Berkshire (Harry Potter)

• Matteo Riddle (Harry Potter)

• Theodore Nott (Harry Potter)

• Blaise Zambini (Harry Potter)

• Tom Riddle (Harry Potter)

• Most other Harry Potter characters ⚡️

• Anakin Skywalker (Star Wars)

• Vox (Hazbin Hotel)

• Lucifer Morningstar (Hazbin Hotel)

• Alastor (Hazbin Hotel)

• Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel)

• Adam (Hazbin Hotel)

•Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss etc.

• Coriolanus Snow (The Hunger Games: The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes)

• Billy Loomis (Scream series)

• Finnick Odair (The Hunger Games)

• Peeta Mellark (The Hunger Games)

• Luke Castellan (Percy Jackson)

• Please let me know if you have any other ideas and I will be sure to consider them! Love you all! <3

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Red Dress

Red Dress- JJ Maybank

Warnings: MDNI— Smut, smut, and more smut, reader is Fem!, Dom!reader, reader teases JJ by touching herself

Plot: You’re upstairs changing during a party, and JJ, your boyfriend, happens to walk in on you half-naked. 

You escape up the stairs, opening your bedroom door and closing it behind you. The music from the party booms downstairs, now muffled. 

Quickly you slip your shirt and shorts off and pick up a sleek red dress, made of silk that shimmers whenever it moves. Just as you’re about to put it on, the door opens and JJ Maybank walks in.

“Hey, do you know where the drinks-“ he stops when he sees you, his mouth gaping open. His eyes immediately flick to your breasts barely covered by your bra. 

“Didn’t I tell you to knock?” you say to your boyfriend in exasperation.

“I- sorry, I’ll, uh, leave,” JJ stammers. He begins to back out of the room.

You place a hand on his shoulder. “Wait,” you say. “Don’t go.”

“Alright then, I’ll stay.” His eyes train on your ass.

You reach behind him and shut the door, then whisper in his ear, “Then get on the bed.” 

His eyes widen in surprise. “What, but-“

“You heard me.” You repeat, voice low and seductive.

He hesitates, but slowly makes his way over and lays down on your bed.

You take your sweet time lifting your bra over your head and stepping out of your lace panties. Then you turn in a full circle, letting him get a good look at you.

JJ’s eyes glitter in anticipation and hunger, shamelessly checking you out. “Come here, please,” he begs you.

You grin devilishly. “Be patient for me, and we’ll see.” You begin to trail your fingers lightly up the sides of your ass and your waist, making sure JJ can see what you’re doing. You close your eyes slightly.

On full display, JJ can feel his pants getting tighter by the second. He can’t stand that you’re standing so exposed in front of him but are instead teasing him. “Fuck me, baby,” he pleads. “I can make you feel so good.”

“Nuh-uh-uh,” you scold him. “You have to wait, remember?” With that you place your hand on your wet pussy and massage it rhythmically, letting out little whimpers to further drive your boyfriend over the edge. 

It works. JJ moans and throws his head back on the pillow in frustration.

After a few more moments of this you at last you position yourself over him on the bed, smiling. JJ’s eyes are so dark you can barely see the pupils. You kiss him, your tongue dominant over his for once. You can feel the hunger and lust in the way he kisses you.

His hands pounce on your tits to grope them, taking the tip in his thumb and rubbing it from underneath. Whimpers come from your mouth at the feeling. It goes beyond words how much he loves your breasts. If he could live in them, he would. He gives attention to each one, stroking and kissing them.

You help him remove his clothes, freeing his already dripping cock. He gazes up at you expectantly. Over top of him, you pause, eyes dancing. You know he can’t wait any longer, but you can’t help but tease him for just a few moments more.

Then you come down on him hard and fast, making him yelp. You begin to bounce on his length, slowly at first but steadily increasing speed. His hands tangle in your hair from down below, letting out cries of “Shit, babe,” and “You feel so good…”

Your eyes glaze over as the pleasure courses through your veins. You hold your hands on JJ’s hips to hold him steady, but it may be just as much to keep yourself in place. His fingers tighten in your hair as snaps his hips into your hands.

JJ’s entire body shakes as his orgasm hits him, and you feel your womb fill with his hot cum. Your own orgasm breaks through you moments later, with a scream of “Jay!”

You sink to your knees next to him, the sheets now dirty and the air thick with the scent of your sex. JJ kisses you again, hard. “Think we’d better get back to the party?”

“Yeah,” you say, still breathless. “I hope no one heard us.”

“Don’t worry, the music’s too damn loud,” he chuckles as he pulls his boxers and cargo shorts back on. 

You walk downstairs together to join the party, finally wearing your pretty red dress.

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I have a head canon that the Pogues would 100% be that one group of teenagers to find themselves having to survive in the middle of a zombie apocalypse. Like, JJ would be that hot-headed reckless guy (as always) who’s shooting down zombies left and right. Kiara would be the leader shouting orders to the others during an attack and keeping things organized. (Sorry JB, but you’re not quite competent for the job.) Pope would be the smart one who’s scared to hell but still somehow manages to devise a brilliant plan to escape and shit. Cleo would join early on and be using her knives. John B would be running away half the time, and helping out half the time. And Sarah… she does her best to contribute, even though she has to have her skin saved by John B more than once. She also might be the one patching up any wounds.

Moodboard for this AU:

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This duo is absolute perfection 👌

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Smile in the Dark- Alastor x Reader

Alastor x Fem!Reader

Plot: Alastor has never been in a true relationship with anyone, let alone the new and pretty hotel maid. But soon enough he finds he can’t wait to get his hands on you— and play a game of hide-and-seek while you’re at it.

Warnings: Smut, p in v, creampie, MDNI, slight fingering, cursing, fluff, possessive/controlling Alastor. Read at your own risk.

Alastor grinned at you from the doorway. He had asked you to come to his room that night, giving no clue as to what the invitation was for.

The two of you had known each other for months now. Ever since you had started working as a maid at the Hazbin Hotel, you had caught him staring at you once, then twice, then again. 

You remembered Vaggie’s words quite clearly—“Oh, don’t worry about Alastor. He’s just being a creepy ass as usual.” But somehow, the words didn’t quite catch. You found his demeanor charming, even intriguing. Always a gentleman— holding the door open for you, or complimenting your work. But always with an air of mystery, like an unsolved riddle. There was more to the sinner than met the eye.

Over time, you found yourself liking him more and more. After repeated interactions, you had finally asked him on a date. 

He was rather reluctant at first— the deer demon was not known for being the romantic type. But out of courtesy or an unexpected soft spot for you, you didn’t know, he had been sweet the entire time. Now you were, unofficially, dating.

“Good evening, my darling,” Alastor greeted you as you walked up to him.

“Evening, Alastor. Why did you call me here?” you asked. Alastor only chuckled.

“You’ll find out soon enough, won’t you?” Without another word he steered you into the room, hand gripping your shoulder firmly. 

The dark red and black atmosphere immediately enveloped you, and the carved deer on the bedposts glared down at you through the dim glow. 

It didn’t intimidate you, though. It only reminded you of Alastor, who you were comfortable with already.

Suddenly, the lights were switched off, leaving you in complete darkness. “Alastor…?” you said, a bit uncertainly.

“Afraid of the dark, are we, now? I only want to play a little game,” Alastor leered from the darkness. You could just make out his sinister glowing grin in front of you.

Without warning, you were whisked onto the bed, legs already being spread on the mattress. You tried to gasp out something, but a finger was placed over your mouth.

“Trust me, dear. It will be more fun this way.” You felt yourself getting wet at these words. Turns out Alastor was more than just a gentleman— he was a lustful one. Your clothes disappeared in a snap, and a pair of lips were locked on your neck, sucking down on your delicate skin. Alastor’s hand made repetitive circles on your clit. You gasped at the sudden sensation, head tilting back.

Completely helpless in the dark, all you could do was anticipate what the radio demon would do next. His finger dipped inside, curling expertly and grazing your g-spot.

“Al-“ you gasped.

“Sh— quiet down and be a good little slut for me, shall we?” You obliged, little sounds escaping your mouth as his motions increased in intensity. You clutched at his chest, wishing you could see his face. As if he could read your mind, he sneered at you.

“If you want to see me, you have to be a good girl first.” You nodded, wanting nothing more than to do what he asked. You guessed a maid shouldn’t be doing this, but right now you didn’t care.

You heard the sound of him coating his shaft in your wetness, preparing himself to enter you. Little by little, he stretched you out, walls already clenching around him as you felt him digging deeper. And then he was pounding into you, tearing you up at such a merciless pace that you couldn’t help but moan out his name. 

“F-fuck, Alastor!” you whined, wanting more, more, more. He allowed you a glimpse of him as he fucked you, a flash lighting up his face and illuminating his full, magnificent features.

“So perfect for me,” he seethed. “Letting me destroy you like the little slut you are.” He grabbed your waist as he thrusted harder still, ripping an orgasm out of you that you could only describe as pure bliss.

You came on his dick, getting such a rise out of him that he could make you cum even while you couldn’t see him.

He relented enough to release inside of you, his seed filing you to the brim while his cock twitched inside of you. He pulled out slowly, your liquids dripping out of you like a perfect potion.

He lay his head on your chest, breathing raggedly. You soaked in his smell as you lay with your hair tangled, comforted by his warmth.

He kissed your lips. “We certainly must do this more often.”

“Yes,” you replied. “And… with the lights off.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed my little game.”

“I did.” A pause. “Good night, Alastor.”

“Good night, my precious.”

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Killer to Lovers

Toxic!Psychopath!JJ Maybank x Fem!reader

Warnings: Extremely toxic and *murderous* JJ, penetration, fingering

Plot: Watching you from a distance, bloodthirsty Jay Maybank can’t help but wonder what it would be like to have you as his.

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: Obsessed with the idea of a possessive/insane JJ recently- Hope it sounds as good on paper as it did in my head!

JJ Maybank had always been a mystery to you. Whether he be sitting in the corner, shrouded by shadows and watching you and the Pogues intently, or twirling a suspicious knife or gun in his hand, he had always been different than the others.

You heard your parents warn you about him. “That boy is no good!” “You shouldn’t be hanging out around him! He could be dangerous!” The truth was, these scoldings wouldn’t bother you so much if you didn’t think they might be true.

Sure, he had never been exactly mean to you. Although he always seemed to have a strange, almost malicious glint in his eyes whenever he looked at you, any conversations between the two of you were friendly. You would joke around with him, John B, Pope, Kiara, and Sarah, and during those times there was no doubt that he was a Pogue.

But you never failed to miss the questionable red splatters on his clothing on multiple occasions, that always came with the news reports of missing people popping up all over Kildare County.

Yes, Jay Maybank wasn’t someone you should trust. But it was the other things about him that made it impossible for you to stay away. Maybe it was the dark circles around his eyes or the way he would swipe his tongue over his lips, but every time you were near him it was like you were in a trance, his presence warping around you and begging you to come closer.

For you, JJ was like a magnet. He was… and you didn’t know how else to describe it… intoxicating. You never imagined that he could feel any the same. 

It happened one night, when the moon was high in the dark sky, and you were huddled in the back of a building, crying. It was one of those times when the pains, losses, and heartbreaks of your life had finally gotten to you, and the tears were flowing down your face in cascading waves.

You had your face in your hands when you heard a familiar husky, drawling voice from directly next to you.

“And what is a lady like you doing out here so late?” You looked up in surprise to see JJ leaning against the wall facing you, his arms crossed and his head lolling slightly to the side.

“H- how did you find me?” you gasped, moving to wipe the tears from your eyes. Instead, JJ blocked your hand and trailed his forefinger across your cheek slowly. You freezed at his touch.

“I suppose I just can’t keep away from you.” He said lowly. Your despair forgotten, you raised an eyebrow.

“What do you mean?”

JJ’s deep blue eyes penetrated your own. “I’ve been watching you for a long time.” A shiver crawled up your spine as his finger moved across your chest lightly. Even through the fabric, you could feel how cold it was. “You’re like a magnet to me. An addicting substance that I can’t seem to resist.”

Shock rippled through your body. How could he know you felt the exact same way about him? It was like he could read your mind. “I feel the same way, Jay,” you said softly.

“Good,” he purred menacingly. Before you knew what’s happening, he pulled the straps of your top and bra down your shoulders, letting them fall to your knees alongside your shorts.

Then he took off his own garments, keeping his eyes trained on you as you watched his muscled chest and hard shaft be uncovered.

Fully exposed in the moonlight, you saw his eyes darken further will hunger as he looked at you. How did this relationship get to this point? And this fast? You didn’t have time to think, as JJ was sucking down on your breasts, possessively taking the tips in his mouth one at a time and making you throw your head back. At the same time he slipped his fingers inside your pussy, already wet with your lubrication, pushing them in and out.

Your mind spun as you tried to comprehend the amount of pleasure coming from both places at once. You never imagined JJ’s fingers, or mouth, would feel this good. You twisted against the wall as he picked up his pace down below, relentlessly toying with your clit.

“Stay still, baby,” he growled, and you tried to contain yourself as you’re pushed closer to your climax. You buried your hands into his hair as you reached your edge.

And suddenly, instead of his fingers, his cock is slipping inside you, making you moan at his size and force. JJ moaned, too, murmuring “How can someone feel this good?”

He fucked you aggressively, more rough and merciless than any guy you’ve ever known. The sensations he was giving you were almost more than you can handle, and a second orgasm cracked through you in no time at all. Somehow he knew precisely the right spots to hit, how to make you bend to his will. He was manipulative. Cruel. Greedy. And you loved it.

When he finally came inside of you, it was like heaven with a mixture of hell had been opened. There was only the two of you together, interlocked and soaking up the intoxicating effect you both had on each other.

When he finally pulled out, his breath was hot on your face and he leaned in menacingly. “Do you want to be mine, gorgeous?”

You nodded, closing your eyes. “Yes. I want to be yours. Forever.”

“I want to hear it again. Are you mine?” He snarled, brushing up against your ear.

“Yes, Jay. I’m yours and yours only.” The vows escaped your mouth instantly and you knew there was no escaping the hold he had on you.

He took the skin of your neck between his lips and pulled it taut, marking you as his own. He began to walk away, turning his head towards you one last time. “I’ll see you again soon.” Then he was gone, disappearing back into the shadows.

You were left standing against the wall, mind torn in different directions. One part of your mind screamed What the hell did you just do? And filled with dread that this is wrong. Wondered what your parents will say. The other half of your mind told you This was meant to happen. The feral need for him that overrode all else. You needed him, and that’s all you knew.

You saw him again the next morning, hanging outside with the Pogues. You felt his gaze scorching you the whole time. When you met his eyes, a smirk played at the corner of his lips. 

When you went to your house that night and he fucked you into your own mattress, he hissed “Your parents never have to find out about this. This can be just between the two of us.” And you could only nod in response. You were willing to lie to your own parents to keep him.

Jay got into the habit of sneaking into your room in the evenings, much to your dismay. You couldn’t risk being heard. You never told him to leave either. So quiet moans and hisses could be heard from your house as JJ buried his face between your legs.

When your friends found out about the relationship, they were a bit taken aback, but soon decided it was sweet. They always said JJ was “tough and reserved”, so they found it adorable that he finally found a girl. What they didn’t know, though, was how far he was willing to go to protect you.

Jay was somewhat surprised himself. He had fucked several girls before, consensually, but you were different. At first he convinced himself that it was only for his own benefit, to satisfy his lust, but over time he realized that there was something more. He had always considered love a burden, something meaningless and childish. It could have been the way your featured lit up whenever you laughed, or the sweet and soothing pressure of your lips. But he knew, deep down, that he had grown to love you.

That was why, whenever another guy got close to you, the rage Jay felt was enough to want to kill them. Slit their throats in an alleyway, leave a drop of poison in their drinks. Just to make sure you were never stolen from him.

And of course there were the times when he imagined sinking the blade of a knife into your tender, perfect skin, to see your enticing blood drip down your body. There was something that stopped him, though. Maybe it was because he knew he couldn’t live without you, but he managed to restrain himself. For now.

You sensed this desire, whenever you two kissed. You also sensed the possessiveness radiating from him as he trapped you in his arms. There was something alluring about it. How you knew he would kill for you.

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I just realized that Kiara and Lucy Gray and JJ Maybank and Coriolanus from Outer Banks and the Hunger Games look wildly similar. Am I not the only one?

No surprise that they’re two of my favorite series, either ❤️

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Welcome to the world of “Being in love with a person who doesn’t exist in real life but you pretend they do anyway because you’re obsessed” ✧˖*°࿐

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Days in the Sun

jj maybank x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, mild cursing, smut/unprotected sex, slight violence. NSFW.

word count: 1.1k

plot: y/n is spending a day at the beach with JJ, this time without any of the Pogues. After a run-in with the Kooks, JJ makes you feel better after accidentally making you mad at him.

a/n: sorry I haven’t posted in a bit- this fic is a little longer than usual, so enjoy!

Sunlight creeps through the curtains as you wake up, yawning. You roll over and see JJ sleeping soundly next to you, his mouth slightly open. The sight makes you smile. 

You had spent the night before at your boyfriend’s after much convincing, and ended up asleep in his arms. You have to admit, it had been one of the best nights you’ve ever had.

JJ’s awake now, and he blinks up at you sleepily. “‘Morning, beautiful.”

“Good morning, Jay. Sleep well?”

“Best sleep I’ve ever had,” he assures you as he sits up and stretches.

“Good.” You get out of bed and change out of your outfit, seeing as you’re still wearing your clothes from yesterday, and slip on a light blue sundress. JJ whistles in approval when he see you, making you blush.

After you’ve both eaten breakfast you head down to the beach together, watching the rising sun turn everything to gold. JJ’s hand finds yours and wraps around you tightly as you walk on the sand.

Since it’s still early, not many people are on the beach, allowing you to enjoy the scenery in peace. The deep-blue waves crash onto the shore, matching JJ’s eyes almost perfectly.

Gazing over at you, JJ can’t help but think how beautiful you look. Your glowing skin and sparkling eyes; and your hair blowing slightly in the breeze. His mind wanders as he contemplates how on earth he ended up with you. Just then, a seagull swoops down, nearly grazing JJ’s head. He jumps and curses, making you laugh.

“Damn those seagulls,” he mutters.

“Scared of a little bird, are you?” you taunt him. JJ shoves you playfully.

“‘Course not.” Nearing the ocean’s edge, he splashes you with water, kicking off a fun-spirited water fight between the two of you. Before long, you’re both soaked. You find the look of JJ with his blonde hair plastered to his head adorable.

The peace and quiet doesn’t last, though. Rafe Cameron, Topper Thornton, and Kelce walk walk onto the beach, sauntering as usual.

“We’d better go,” JJ tells you under his breath, a look of disgust on his face. It’s too late. The group has spotted you and stride over, smirking.

“Well, look who it is,” Rafe sneers. “JJ and his pretty little girlfriend.”

“Leave us alone, Rafe,” you snap, trying to move around him. He steps to block your path.

“Leaving so soon?” Rafe crosses his arms over his chest threateningly.

He reels back as JJ throws a punch at him. “Fuck off,” JJ snarls. Rafe’s expression flashes.

“Not very friendly, huh?” He starts forward and shoves JJ in the chest, knocking him backwards into a waiting Topper, who holds him in a headlock.

“Guys, stop,” you say in frustration, avoiding Kelce as he tries to grab you. 

“Y/n, run. I can handle this,” JJ commands, struggling in Topper’s grip.

“I don’t think so.” Taking a nearby beach bag, you swing it at Topper’s head, catching him by surprise. He lets go of JJ and stumbles backwards.

“Run! Now!” Turning around, you and JJ sprint back down the beach and out the farther entrance, the Kooks yelling after you. Thankfully, you don’t hear them give chase.

“That was a close one,” JJ gasps, stopping to put his hands on his knees. “Thanks for getting me out of that.”

“It’s no problem,” you reply dryly. “Maybe try not to get into a fight with Rafe as soon as you see him next time?”

JJ reddens in embarrassment. “Yeah, I guess I could’ve stayed calm a little better…”

You sigh. “I just don’t want you getting hurt,” you say sternly, rubbing the spot where Topper grabbed him.

JJ grins sheepishly. “I know.” Then an idea pops into his head. “Let me make it up to you, princess.”

* * * 

JJ takes you to lunch at the Tiki Bar, a Hawaiian-themed restaurant a short ways from the beach. He orders a burger and fries for each of you, along with two Margaritas.

The server carries a tray to your table with your food, and you clink your glasses together. 

“Cheers!” After finishing your first drink, JJ quickly orders you a refill.

“Wait, you don’t have to-“ you begin.

JJ cuts you off. “It’s on me,” he says earnestly. You beam. Turns out, you can’t stay mad at your short-tempered but sweet boyfriend for long.

At the end of the meal, you reach for the check, but JJ stops you, insisting on paying out of his pocket.

“Are you sure? I thought you were broke,” you say skeptically.

“Not today. It’s the least I could do for you, baby,” he adds when you open your mouth to say something. You roll your eyes but don’t argue further. 

“That was really nice, JJ,” you tell him as you walk back to the house. “You do know how to make it up to a girl.”

“Oh, but we’re not done yet,” he hums teasingly as he maneuvers you through the door and up the stairs.

“What do you mean—“ JJ opens the door to the bedroom and guides you inside, and you fall silent. The smirk on his lips tells all.

You lay on the bed obediently, clothes off, and JJ begins kissing you swiftly, sucking your breath out of you until you finally have to pull away, then kissing you again. He moves to the skin on your neck, nipping at your tender spots and leaving purple and blue love bites.

JJ’s hand moves to your panties, and he chuckles. “Wet already?” 

“Y-yes,” you mumble. “Just— get a move on, Jay,” you plead.

“Alright, alright. Be patient cupcake.” He slides them off and begins making rapid circles on your clit, making you gasp and hold you head back.

“Let me see those gorgeous eyes of yours, pretty girl,” he commands, and you obey, breath coming faster. You guide his hard cock into your waiting pussy, making the both of you moan in pleasure.

You dig your nails into his muscular shoulders as he pumps in and out, bucking his hips. The sound of his voice gasping out your name only drives you closer to your edge. 

Likewise, JJ seeing your tangled hair falling in front of your rosy face and feeling your hands grope his shoulder blades causes him to barrel toward his climax as well.

JJ cums inside of you at last, painting your insides white. He lifts out, and the combined mixture of both of your juices drip out of you.

Laying together on the bed minutes later JJ murmurs to you lovingly.

“Now I know what to do next time I make you upset.”

“Do it to me every day,” comes your whispered reply.

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My brain at 2am:

It’s a cycle by now.

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⤷❝Can't be Shared | Coriolanus Snow❞ˎˊ-

⇢☾Warning: NSFW | somnophilia, mentions of prostitution (Snow was going to 'share' you) cunnilingus, pinv sex, creampie, unprotected sex (wrap it dumbfucks), possessive af Snow, impact play (he slaps your thigh once), ruined orgasm (you do cum in the end) | lmk if I forgot anything!

⇢☾Pairing: young president! Coriolanus Snow x fem! Reader

⇢☾Summary: Snow was going to share you with the elite of the Capitol but changed his mind halfway through only to have his way with you and make you the First Lady of Panem

⇢☾A/N: hehe, the longest fic I have writing so far, hope y'all enjoy this and reblog ;)

<masterlist> < bc: @cafekitsune >

He thought he would be okay with it. He was sure he would be okay with it. But he wasn't. Snow's blood boiled when the rich elitist of the capitol had begun to touch you, whisper you praises, and whatnot. The only thing that was going in his mind was his, his, his.

When had he gotten so attached, he wasn't supposed to be. Letting them touch you, and play with you was a strategic decision to get them hooked and you weren't meant to be his Queen but something had changed. Something snapping in him when the Capitols’ richest eyed you like a meal.

His jaw was clenched and he cleared his throat, “I changed my mind.” He said, “I am not sharing after all.”

You are his. His property. His bird locked in his cage and now his Queen. He pulled you closer, away from prying hands. He glared, memorizing the face of any and everyone displeased, thinking of plans of how to dispose of them quickly because even if briefly they had touched you that was a sin. No one taints the Queen but a King.

He cordially finishes dinner, keeping in mind he was a president, a newly appointed one at that even if he wanted to he couldn't drag you into his room and have his way with you. But he wanted to. His free hand is on your thigh, gripping it hard enough to leave a small bruise. His hold gets tighter the more he has to smile pretty and act polite.

You hadn't said a word, you weren't sure what to say. You were ready to be shared, used, and then discarded. Snow had told you of this beforehand, but he had changed his mind and you were grateful.

Even as he marked you, made you whimper with his grip, giving your thigh a warning squeeze to be quiet. You were relieved that he decided not to share. You were his, you liked that you were his.

Dinner took longer than you would have preferred, but when it finally came to an end, Snow leaned into you and whispered, “Be on my bed wearing my shirt and nothing else, my bird.”

You didn't reply. You get up, walking into his room, heat choking your veins and making your pussy ache and wet. You close the door as you reach the master bedroom of the manor.

Going into his closet you picked on a red shirt, knowing that it would match your skin tone well. You had taken everything else off, your panties and previous clothes on the floor. You were in full display as you didn't even button up the shirt. Your breasts are exposed to the cold air making your nipples harden.

You sat on the bed, waiting for him to come. One minute bleeds into ten and you laid down on the bed. One hour turns to several and your eyes close up. Sleep catches up with you.

You woke up with a gasp. Sleep at the edge of your mind but your mouth lets out a moan wantonly as several things hit you at once.

One. Snow was here.

Two. Snow was between your thighs, his hands keeping your thighs wide and spread for him.

Three. His lips were on your clit, sucking it vigorously making you arch your back and wanting to flinch away from the intensity.

And you tried to move away, your bud sensitive more with pain than in pleasure. How long was Snow like this, sucking at your clit. Your pussy was now impossibly slick and throbbing, wanting to be filled.

A slap was delivered onto your thigh, a hitched moan leaving your lips because of the delicious pain. “Behave,” Snow sneers at you, his blue eyes looking ravenous, his face smeared with your arousal. This was Snow? You thought for a brief second. For once he felt like a man brought down to his knees by a woman instead of something untouched.

“Sorry,” you gasp out as he dives into your cunt. His tongue drew circles onto your clit as your cunt clenched around nothing. You never thought Snow would be sloppy at anything, you thought wrong because his breathing was loud, warn air of his pants grazing your sex. His stubble brushed against your sex as all of his attention was overstimulating your clit.

He finally lost interest as you cried out that you were close just by him playing with your clit for who knows how long. It hurt. It felt good. Perfect, delicious pleasure and pain. You were dizzy, your eyes glistening with unshed tears.

He leaves your clit alone, but his tongue finds its way to the rest of your pussy. His tongue traces your folds, your slit, and the inside of your walls. Leaving no parts of your cunt untouched by his mouth. He was licking every drop of your juices, all the while he made you wetter.

Your hands were fisted into the sheets, your hips subtly moving for friction. A notion that was stopped with a squeeze of his hand on your thigh. You were brought to your high, so close to the edge you would fall in a second as moans spilled from your lips.

Only for that to be snatched away as Snow moved away. You cry out, “No! Please!” But Snow merely raised an unamused eyebrow while his hand wiped his mouth. “Snow, please,” you whispered, feeling the heat and the high of your lost orgasm.

He lets out a scoff as he sees your desperate state. “My meal is finished,” he merely said. His hand takes off the red suit, the same color as your (his) shirt. His fingers unbutton his white shirt, revealing his toned physique. Those same hands now unzipped his pants, his boxer down to the floor revealing a hard cock. The well-rounded tip leaking pre-cum.

“But I am not done with you yet,” he muses, as he moves in closer. You were sitting up now and his hand was on your nape.

“I don't think I'll ever be done with you,” he whispers, the words sealing a promise of forever. “Don't be,” you whispered back, leaning to catch his lips. Your arms around his shoulders to pull him on top of you, to feel his weight, his skin against yours.

Primal instincts take over you both as you kiss. Desperate whimpers and deep groans could be heard and his teeth sank into your bottom lip. Making it bleed and making him suck your blood into his mouth. He pulls back with a gasp, his eyes wide, his lips swollen. His taste was of a dessert you couldn't name. Addictive and delicious.

His left hand was on your cheek, another still on your nape. His thumb brushes your cheek in a manner of caring. “You're the Queen of Panem now,” he announces, making your heart jump in surprise. “The First Lady of Panem.”

With that, he seals his words with a kiss. Soft and ravishing, his tongue explores your mouth. Your hand is in his hair, the blonde locks between your fingers as you kiss back with everything you have.

“You're mine,” he whispered, his lips brushing with yours, “My bird in a cage. My property.”

“I'll make sure everyone at Capitol knows it,” he said, his eyes looking at you with the ferality of an animal stripped to his bare instincts. “Is that understood, my bird?” He asked.

The answer couldn't be anything but yes. So you replied exactly that and he grins. He looked beautiful in that moment, his charms coming out making you even more needy.

You pulled him in for another kiss, his lips smiling against yours as both of your tongues tangled. His hand lowered itself and cupped your cunt. His fingers trace your entrance and you whimper into his mouth but he doesn't breach in.

He gathers your arousal on his digits, and he pulls back from the kiss to take the digits into his mouth. After sucking his fingers clean, he kisses you again, letting you taste yourself.

His hands pushed you down on the bed, your legs on his shoulder. He takes a deep breath, taking you in, his bird being such a pretty mess.

He placed a kiss on your thigh that was unbelievably soft that for a moment you didn't believe it was action done by Snow's lip but the harsh bite of his mouth marking the skin of your inner thigh proved otherwise.

He leaned down, his hand in your hand above your head. Your free hand dug into his shoulder, forming crescent marks that made him groan, a choked-off desperate sound that you wanted more of.

All the while he placed his cockhead right at your entrance. You gasp as you feel the tip slip inch by inch into your velvety warmth. You wondered if he was going so slow because he wanted you to adjust to his length. However, one look at his face told you were wrong. His blonde strands clinging to his forehead, his lips parted and letting out hot breaths all the while his eyes closed shut, his eyebrows furrowed as he buried his dick into your cunt with the slow pace.

The reason he was going slow was because he wasn't sure if he could last and fuck, that got into your head. Birds are little teasers and you were no different so you clenched around him. His length half pushed in and felt your pulsing cunt wrapping itself tighter around him.

His eyes fall open as he lets out a grunt of surprise and pleasure, “Fuck.” His icy eyes glare at you, “Don't.” Your pussy only clenched further in reply and his hold gets harder, pressing your hand into the mattress as he sank in completely without a warning. “Ah!” You let out in surprise, the stretch painfully perfect.

“Take it,” he whispered to you, his lip biting your earlobe before he dragged his mouth to the pulse of your neck to mark you up properly as his property. His hips now beginning to move, calculated and controlled just like every other action of Snow. Every thrust hits your g-spot relentlessly, making you gasp and moan, back arching in pleasure.

“Gentlemen make their women cum but you're not a woman. You're my property but I am merciful so cum. Cum on my cock untouched, my bird.” He groans into your ear as his pace gets faster, a tad bit of desperation creeping in as his hips slam into you without a care. You could only moan in reply, truth is you didn't need to be touched to cum. His cock, his skin against yours, his mouth sucking your neck, and placing love bites were enough. More than so.

The heat was already forming in your stomach, waiting to be released and spread all over your body. The final push hadn't come long after. As you and Snow shared a filthy open-mouthed kiss, he had thrust so hard and deep, a small bulge had formed, your cervix being kissed with his cockhead.

You cry his name and your pussy comes on his cock, milking his length with repeated squeezes. “That's it, my bird,” he praises as he continues to abuse your cunt with his dick. Your nerves are oversensitive making you whimper and teary-eyed. He found his release with a whimper, his hot cum filling your womb. He pulled out with a small gasp and you wanted him again.

His hand ran through his hair, pushing the sweaty strands up. “First lady of Panem,” he stated, looking at you and then your body, his cum falling out of your cunt.

“First Lady…” you whispered, in disbelief and for whatever may come in the future.