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[violentbat]

So what I'm learning is I need to deep-dive into their comics and story because the Flash is actually a ridiculously decent mentor by the looks of it.

[izbnart]

Batman animation yayy 🙌👍

[hazzymayy]

F1 au

[darling-winnie]

I've read so much good fanfiction that canon means absolutely NOTHING to me. Let me live in my own world.

[a-great-tragedy]

We always talk about how James thinks he is too much and Regulus thinks he’s not enough, but may I propose the opposite? James, who is constantly living for others, afraid that he isn’t good enough for them so he burns himself out trying to be energetic and positive, while there’s Regulus, who is afraid that talking about his emotions and feelings too much will scare people away and will make them realize how different he really is from the rest of them, so he shuts himself out.

Regulus has a fear of being too much, that’s why he is so closed off. James is afraid of not being enough, that’s why he puts himself out there

[moonyswarmsweaters]

Evan: why is Regulus crying?

Barty: well, James got drunk at a party so Regulus took him to their room

Barty: When he asked James to come to bed with him, James said “No, thanks. I’m sure you’re lovely but I have I boyfriend and I love him very very much” and went to sleep on the floor

Evan: so he’s crying because his boyfriend is too good?

Regulus: shut up you wouldn’t know about good boyfriends

Barty (said boyfriend): *Offended*

[pxrty-crxsher]

Sirius: So how did you guys get together?

Barty: He was watching me, like a stalker.

Evan: Everyday, for a straight month.

Barty: Gay month you mean?

Remus: …

Sirius: Anyways.. what I mean is, what happened that made you think, ‘oh I want him as my boyfriend’ ?

Barty: He was stalking me and I thought it was hot.

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

ughhh guys you dont understanddd james has the best most delicious bestest hottest sweetest biceps ever okay

[ravencp86]

I don't know when I became a Jegulus Stan. But here I am, trying to get on with my life and all I can think about is Jegulus in sickening love with each other, taunting Sirius cause they know it kills him that his best friend and baby brother are in love (even though he actually is okay with it, but he cant tell them that)! Meanwhile, Remus continues to secretly encourage them, like the shit stirrer he is!

[eveatethefruit]

Off Limits | Steddie x Reader

Nonbinary (she / they) reader x fratboy!Steve x Drugdealer!Eddie

Where Steve was told to take care of you since your brother left, and has been a huge cockblock ever since. So, when Eddie comes along to challenge what it means to “take care” of you, things take an unexpected turn

CW | smut! 18+, 7.3k words, nonbinary reader using she / they pronouns, AFAB, drinking, drug use, modern!college!AU, MMF, gender fluidity, sexual fluidity, light dom!eddie/steve and sub!reader bc it’s me and always lol, “baby” “angel” “sweetheart”, piv, oral f/m , and a little lovey lovey stuff too

AN | I missed writing about my Steddie boys in this way hehe. I hope y'all like I and, as always, comment and rb makes me a happy writer. - Vi

“Chug chug chug chug” the chants are loud as you stare in amazement at the way people can take down alcohol like it’s absolutely nothing. You were never one to handle liquor well, which is why your red cup is filled with water, but no one has to know that. 

There’s something about house parties that intrigue you. The frat boys being loud, girls giggling and dancing, kissing and grinding and God knows what drugs floating around the premises. It doesn’t even matter that you’ve all been at this for a few years now, it almost makes it more fun now that you know the crowd and the history that comes with partying in the same circle of University students. 

You would’ve never been indoctrinated into this crowd if it wasn’t for Steve.

He’s had your back since you were young. Your older brother, his best friend, Jeremiah made sure of it when he left for the military - a choice you both despised greatly. 

Choices are a privilege though, and unless you had good grades for a scholarship like yourself, or rich parents like Steve, college wasn’t always the direct option. Jeremiah was a bit of a burnout in school, taking on the pressure of protecting and taking care of you while forgetting to put himself first. So, the year you were able to move out and go to college, he made Steve swear to look after you in his place. 

It was an agreement you were made plenty aware of as Steve consistently made his presence known in your life. He constantly checked in about your grades, making sure you didn’t lose your scholarship, and always made sure you got home safe after these obnoxious parties. Safe, and alone. 

That was the annoying part.

It didn’t matter how often you reminded Steve that you were grown now, that you were an adult and smart enough to use protection, he always tried to get in the way of  you going home with anyone - especially a guy.  He was slightly more lenient with girls, not having the fear of pregnancy halt your education, but he still gave you and them a hard time. 

And it’s only gotten worse this year. 

Your landlord randomly decided to increase your rent with only a 30 day notice, and it was much more than your scholarship and bookstore job allotted for. Thus, Steve took you into the frat house. 

It wasn’t as bad as it may seem. Steve was head of the house and everyone knew you were off limits. It felt like you were living with brothers again…

Really hot, stupid, constantly shirtless, flirtatious brothers. 

It was torture. 

Your constantly fluctuating gender identity also made for fun conversations with the seemingly heteronormative boys of the house. You had explained many times that you don’t care what pronouns or gender they see you as, and it really confused them when they were attracted to someone they would call “little bro” but had tits. 

It was fun. 

Steve was defensive and supportive of your exploration. In fact, it made him proud to watch you pull girls almost as well as he could. 

Almost. 

He’d never admit it, but you were Steve’s sexual awakening in terms of fluidity. He’d always found you attractive, as much as it plagued him, because he knew you were Jeremiah’s little sibling and there was no fucking way he could cross that line. 

But as time has passed, the line has gotten more and more blurry. 

Every single time he saw you flirting with someone his blood turned hot. Girls, guys, whoever, he had to get in the middle of it. Literally. Sometimes he wished you’d invite him to get in the middle of it. 

Fuck. 

That time he heard you and that stupid fuckboy down the hall moaning and groaning he lost it. He was supposed to be writing an essay and instead ended up with his dick in his hand picturing you with your mouth around him under the desk. 

When he saw the idiot downstairs later he told him if he ever sees him around the house again he’ll knock his teeth out. 

And when you asked where he went, Steve told you to stay away from guys like that. When you rolled your eyes and said “Okay Dad,”, he almost bent you over and spanked you right there. 

But that would be wrong. 

Right?

Anyone with eyes knows that Steve is attractive. It’s no secret why he hailed the title of King. You’ve long ignored the desire every time he walks through the house shirtless, his hair all messed up, his basketball shorts hanging low as he drinks his morning coffee. You’ve also ignored the overperformative whines and moans of the sorority girls he brings back to his room after a night of chaos. You’ve second-guessed if he’s that good or if the girls are just doing the most, but your suspicions are wrong because they always seem to want to come back for more. 

It was a dance you both played at constantly on nights like this. Steve would watch you grind with someone as you watched him throw an arm around a girl’s shoulder and whisper shit into her ear. 

Tonight, though, you were annoyed. Steve looked too fucking good and it pissed you off that he had the audacity to look your way while his arm was around someone else. 

You were on a mission to be an absolute demon. You couldn’t help it - Steve just awakens that in you. 

So, as he watched you sip your drink, you purposely spilled some down your front, your white shirt doing nothing to prevent your nipples from peaking out. Braless, of course. 

You see the way his eyes dilate and you smirk, turning to the tall boy next to you. “Aw, fuck,” you whine in fake discontent. 

“Can you get me a paper towel or something?” You ask the boy next to you, batting your eyelashes as you make eye contact with him.

Your heart skips slightly as you look up at him. He has long curly hair, and the most devious smirk on his face that you’ve ever seen. 

He chuckles. “I doubt there’s a paper towel in sight around here sweetheart. Do you want my shirt instead to cover up?”

You falter. You didn’t expect him to be so attractive. Your eyebrows furrow as you scan his face. Eyebrow pierced, tattoos littering his arms, a joint behind one ear and a cigarette behind the other - you recognize him. 

“You look so familiar,” you murmur. 

He smiles and sticks his hands in his pockets. “I’ve definitely sold you drugs before,” he says.

You laugh. “Eddie! Oh my God yes - hi,” you laugh, embarrassed you didn’t recognize him immediately. Has he always been this attractive?

“Hi,” he laughs back, then he takes your hand. “C‘mon let’s go get you cleaned up.” 

You let him pull you toward the stairs as you look over your shoulder at Steve, his eyes narrowing in on you. Your cheeks heat up as Eddie pulls you upstairs and down a hallway crowded with people. 

He easily navigates the crowd, his grip on you strong as you admire the tattoos that climb up his neck, barely showing above his collar, visible only where his hair isn’t covering from being in a bun. 

He opens a door at the left end of the hall and pulls you in quickly, locking the door behind you.

It’s quieter here, but not by much, the bass can be heard through the walls. Eddie immediately makes his way to a dresser, small figurines of some sort and books littered on top that shake as he hurriedly pulls open the top drawer and grabs a shirt. 

“Do you have a preference for a Black Sabbath or…a Run DMC shirt?” He laughs, holding up two giant black shirts in front of him.

You look around and spot the half made bed, an electric and acoustic guitar in the corner with a bass and speaker. A small desk with records of all sorts littered next to an old record player, some posters you don’t recognize on the wall by the small blue light next to it. And, of course, a giant bong. 

“Wait, this is your room?” You ask the obvious. “I didn’t think you’d be in a frat.”

Eddie rolls his eyes. “I’m not - they let me stay here in exchange for drugs,” he explains. “Now put on a shirt,” he says, throwing one of the shirts at you. 

You stare at him incredulously, surprised he’s not trying to hit on you literally at all. Honestly, you’re offended. 

He’s hot. Like really hot. And you’re in his room, tits poking through your shirt, and rather than hit on you he’s…making you cover up? You make a split decision as Eddie’s eyes stay on you, quickly ripping off your shirt, exposing yourself in front of him. 

“Jesus fucking -“ he huffs, turning eyes up toward the ceiling. 

“What?” You laugh, slowly putting his shirt on over your head. “You told me to put on your shirt,” you challenge.

His tongue pokes the side of his cheek as he crosses his arms. His eyes roam you up and down. His shirt is way too big, falling past your shorts and landing just above your knees. 

You stare back at him, unwavering. 

“You’re trouble,” he says, shaking his head. 

You raise an eyebrow at him. “You’re the one who brought me up here,” you retort, then decide to lock your place in and sit on the side of his bed. 

He keeps his distance. 

You’re confused. “Do you not want to…mess around some?” You ask, starting to actually feel hurt by his rejection. He groans and takes a few steps toward you, slotting himself between your legs. You look up at him wide-eyed, tummy churning as he looks down at you with dark eyes. 

“I can’t,” he mutters, his hand coming to touch the side of your face gently. 

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion. “Why? Do you have a girlfriend or boyfriend or something? I’m sorry I didn’t -“ you start to feel embarrassed, taking his kindness for some sort of innuendo and begin to get off the bed.

But he stops you, his hand finding your shoulder and gently keeping you in your place in the bed. 

“No no not like that,” he chuckles nervously. 

You pout. “Then why?” 

He pets your head. You can see the turmoil he’s fighting in his eyes. He sighs and takes a step back, making you whine. “I promised Harrington I wouldn’t when I found out you were his girl,” he admits.

Your mouth falls open in shock. “His girl???” You laugh incredulously. Of course Steve would still find his way to cockblock you without even being in the room. 

You stand up quickly, your blood boiling. “I’m not ‘his girl’,” you declare. 

Eddie tries to recover. “Well not ‘his girl’ but you know what I mean,” he replies. You cross your arms over your chest. “No Eddie, I don’t know what you mean. Please enlighten me on what the fuck that could possibly mean.”

There’s a loud banging on the door. 

You and Eddie both look toward the door, your heart hammering out of your chest. 

“Munson open this fucking door right now I swear to God,” Steve’s voice booms through the barrier. 

You’re seething. Absolutely seething. Not only has he tried to stop Eddie from pursuing you, he has the audacity to follow you upstairs???  

Eddie groans, his hands running down his face as he faces the door. The door shakes as Steve angrily pounds on it, but you’re not giving in that easily. 

You start fake moaning, staring directly at Eddie. “Ungh yeah Eddie, harder Eddie!” You moan loudly, a devilish glint in your eyes as his face glows bright red. 

Eddie runs to you, throwing his hand over your mouth. “Shut the fuck up,” he hushes you, and you giggle, trying to moan through his hand, while also trying not to get turned on by the harsh way he grabs you. 

”You’re fucking dead Munson,” Steve yells. 

“Steve it’s not-“ Eddie tries to cover, but you keep moaning. 

“Then open the FUCKING DOOR,” Steve yells so loudly that you actually get scared for a second. You’ve never heard him yell like that. You freeze in your place as Eddie glares at you and walks to open the door. 

Steve bursts in and stares at you, his gaze hot. He eyes you up and down. His blood boils seeing you wear Eddie’s shirt. 

“We’re leaving. Now,” Steve commands. 

You glare at him and shake your head. 

Steve shoots his eyes back at Eddie who slowly shuts the door and locks it again, afraid of anyone else trying to burst in to whatever the fuck is happening. “Did you touch her?” Steve growls at Eddie. 

“I swear I was just getting her a shirt,” Eddie explains. 

“And instead of getting me and telling me to take them home you bring them UP TO YOUR ROOM?” Steve shouts. 

But Eddie’s not having it. “You’re not their fucking keeper,” Eddie spits back. 

Steve gets in Eddie’s face. “You don’t know shit about what I am to her,” Steve says, his nose nearly touching Eddie’s. 

Adrenaline rushes through you as you know someone is about to throw a punch. You’ve seen Steve fight before but you don’t doubt that Eddie is much scrappier than he is. And there's absolutely no reason they should be fighting over you. 

You don’t realize that they have had this conversation in depth before. The first time Eddie sold drugs to you and Steve he was going to hit on you, but Steve made it clear afterwards that you were off limits. Despite every time he ended up at the frat house, hoping he could get a chance with you, Steve’s threats rang clear, and Eddie had too much to lose to get into another pointless fight. But that all starts to dissipate the closer Steve pushes his limits. 

“Or maybe I’m my own fucking person,” you say from behind them. 

Their heads immediately swivel toward you,  both of their stares hot. 

“Maybe I wanted Eddie to take me to his room - maybe I wanted him to take care of me,” you challenge.

”Take care of you?” Steve scoffs. “I take care of you.”

You bite your lip as silence fills the space between you three. 

Eddie steps toward you, a smirk painting his pink lips as he understands what you meant by your statement. “No Steve,” he says lowly.

”You don’t really take care of them,” Eddie says, his teeth between his lips as he comes to stand in front of you, his height making your head tilt back as your breath gets caught in your throat. Steve’s jaw clenches. 

Eddie’s hand finds your jaw, holding your face as your big eyes look up at him, but his attention goes to Steve. “You could, but you don’t,” Eddie challenges.

Steve is silenced as he watches you fall under Eddie’s spell, realizing exactly what he means. 

“Isn’t that right angel? Harrington could take care of you but he doesn’t, and then he gets mad when someone like me wants to do it instead,” Eddie murmurs. You take your bottom lip between your teeth, holding back a whine. Your heart rate picks up rapidly and you nod your head at Eddie, the truth never being more apparent. You hate how Steve always finds a way to get in the middle of you and someone else, but then doesn’t do anything to stop the ache in between your legs himself. 

Eddie leans down to your ear and whispers, “Tell him angel. Tell him that you want him to take care of you and he doesn’t.”

You turn your head to look at Steve, Eddie’s hand still cupping your cheek. “It’s true Stevie,” you murmur, your voice soft under the intensity. 

Steve steps toward you, his face hot as he takes in what you’re saying. Eddie guides you to sit back on his bed. Steve hurriedly sits next to you on the bed while Eddie stays standing. 

“I -“ Steve stutters, his body facing you as he scans your face. “I can’t do that, you know that,” he argues, but his voice is weak and the way his body leans toward you tells you something else.

”Then let Eddie,” you counter. 

The curly haired boy chuckles as Steve’s hand curls into a fist on his jeans. “That’s not that I meant baby you know that,” Steve argues. He never calls you “baby”. He’s only done it a handful of times when he’s drunk. You realize the term of endearment may actually show his weakness for you. 

“Why Harrington?” Eddie challenges. “Think I can’t do a good job? Because I think you and I both know that’s not true-”

“Eddie - don’t” Steve threatens

”What do you mean?” You ask, suddenly even more confused than before. 

Eddie smirks as he stands tall in front of both you and Steve. “You gonna tell her or do you want me to, big boy?” 

Your eyes go wide as you look between the two of them. Steve’s jaw clenches as Eddie smirks down at him like a physical embodiment of the devil himself. 

“You guys have…?” You ask, surprise and excitement lacing your voice. You didn’t think Eddie could smile any wider, but his ego just keeps it going. 

“Mmhhmm,” Eddie mumbles. “Many times,” he confirms.

You look at Steve in shock and hit him on the shoulder. “Why did you never tell me??” You ask as he groans. 

“It’s not really your business who I’m fucking,” he argues.

“But apparently it’s your business who IM fucking???” You yell back. 

“He’s just jealous because he knows what you’d be getting into,” Eddie laughs.

“This is so not fair,” you say angrily. Not only are you mad that Steve never told you he was bisexual, or heteroflexible or whatever he identifies as, but you’re honestly really fucking turned on by the idea of Eddie and him fucking. 

More than once.

Holy shit. 

Your face gets hot. 

“If anything, Steve, you should trust me more with them because you know from experience that it’ll be good,” Eddie shrugs, his sly smile not leaving his face.

You’re definitely soaking your panties at this point. 

“I’m not concerned if it’ll be good you dumbass,” Steve says, shoving Eddie slightly. “I don’t want you to hurt her,” he admits. Your heart swells at his level of protection and care - as annoying as it is, you’ve always appreciated how much he cares about you.  

Your pussy, on the other hand, now desperately wants to know just how good Eddie could be. 

“I can take it Steve,” you mumble petulantly, your gaze on your lap. 

“What was that angel?” Eddie taunts you, his finger coming under your chin to lift your gaze up. 

“I said I can take it,”  you sigh. “I’m not some delicate flower or a virgin or something.” Your fingers twiddle with one another, feeling more and more shy under the gaze of the two attractive men in front of you. 

“You are to me” Steve admits, his brown eyes soft as he looks at you. He’s always seen you as someone he has to protect and care for, whether Jeremiah told him to or not, he was always going to look out for you. He was always going to protect you from guys like himself - and Eddie. 

And then you have an idea. Maybe it’s insane - but this whole situation is already insane so before you can think too much about it you decide to just blurt it out. 

“What if you watch?” You say quickly, so quickly your heart feels like it’s going to beat out of your chest and fall onto the floor in front of you. 

Both boys still. 

Eddie’s eyebrows raise. 

“What?” Steve asks, stunned by your suggestion. 

“I mean,” you stutter. “If you’re so worried about me getting hurt or whatever, and you’ve obviously already been with Eddie so you’ve seen him naked and everything. What if you were here…while it happened?” 

Eddie tries to hide his chuckle and Steve shoots him a glare of death. Steve stands up from the bed and keeps his back to you, obviously struggling with your proposed plan. 

When silence falls for too long Eddie breaks in, a hand coming to Steve’s shoulder. “You know I’ll take care of her, Harrington,” he reassures him. 

Your legs rub together and both boys look at you as a small whine escapes past your lips. This is getting too unbearable, either someone needs to touch you or you need to leave and spend some very important alone time with yourself. 

“Look how bad she needs it,” Eddie says to Steve, talking as if you can’t hear.

Steve stares at you. He’s only seen you like this a handful of times, like when sex scenes come on in movies when you’re together, or he sees you flirting with someone else, and he’s always had to excuse himself. 

But not this time. 

“Desperate for it huh?” Steve asks, his eyes not leaving your body. 

You and Eddie both nod. “It would be really mean of you to not let me take care of that for her,” Eddie taunts, making his way to stand just mere steps in front of you. He reaches his hand out and you grab it, pulling so he steps another step forward. 

You both look at Steve with pleading eyes. 

“Please Stevie,” you beg, your voice barely above a whisper, dripping with need almost as much as your pussy drips with arousal. 

And Steve can fucking sense it. Fuck, he can practically taste it with how your needy voice sounds. 

“Okay,” he says through gritted teeth. 

Your eyes light up as you look up at Eddie, a cheshire smile on his perfect face. Eddie immediately moves to stand in front of you, his crotch in front of your face as he holds your sweet face in his big hands. 

“Don’t make me regret this,” Steve sighs, sitting on the desk chair in the corner of the room as his eyes stay transfixed to the sight in front of him. 

“Never,” Eddie chuckles, his eyes not leaving yours. You try to move your head up slightly, desperate to kiss those pink lips he’s been licking this whole time. 

“Aw,” Eddie teases. “Does somebody want a kiss?”

You whine. “Munson,” Steve warns. 

Eddie ignores him. “Say please,” Eddie instructs, his voice teasing. 

“Please,” you whisper and, before you have time to comprehend it, Eddie’s connecting his lips with yours, an immediate moan escaping your throat. Eddie’s hands guide your face to move with him, his tongue expertly swiping across your lips before gently finding your own tongue. Your hands reach up to grab Eddie’s wrists, desperate for more contact. 

You barely hear it a few feet from you as you continue making out - “Fuck,” Steve exhales. 

Eddie chuckles as his hand slips to your throat, grabbing it firmly as you continue to lose yourself in his perfect kissing. He easily pushes you down on the bed, disconnecting your lips much to your dismay. 

Eddie slowly sinks to his knees in between your legs. You feel like you must be about to hyperventilate with the way your chest is rising and falling so rapidly. It doesn’t help that just over Eddie’s shoulder you see Steve, seated with his legs wide apart, his mouth gnawing on his fist as his blown out eyes stare at you and Eddie in front of him. 

Eddie starts kissing up your bare legs slowly, bringing your attention back to the man in between your legs. He kisses higher and higher, goosebumps raising on your legs as he gets closer to your aching cunt. You instinctively start to lose your legs, but his hands immediately hold them open as he shakes his head. 

“I’ve been dying to taste your cunt,” Eddie murmurs against your thighs, making you shiver. 

You hear a grunt behind him. “Goddamit Ed,” Steve huffs, his hand palming himself through his jeans, making your head spin at the sight. 

“It’s true,” Eddie quips. His hand comes up to your little shorts, his finger pressing right on your clothed center. “Can I take these off angel?” Eddie asks.

“Please,” you whine, your own resolve gone as you long for relief. 

Eddie smirks and quickly pulls the little shorts down, smiling at your glistening pussy in front of him. “So pretty,” he mutters before landing a kiss directly onto your clit, immediately making you gasp. 

Eddie hums, slowly licking a stripe up your pussy, making your eyes roll back and your head fall onto the bed with a thump. Eddie doesn’t rush, and it’s bliss - the way his tongue circles your clit with just enough pressure to drive you crazy. He circles, then licks, then sucks. Circles, licks, sucks, over and over as you mewl above him, your back arching as obscene sounds flow past your lips. 

“Does it feel good baby?” Steve asks, his voice laced both with lust and genuine curiosity. He’s worried about his girl. 

You gasp as Eddie hits that one spot again and again. “S-so fucking good oh my god,” you moan, your hips bucking to meet Eddie’s pace as you feel an orgasm start to build low in your tummy. 

Small groans come from across the room to accompany your moans and Eddie’s wet slurping. It’s a mess, a heavenly mess. “You’re getting close huh baby? I can tell - fuck you look so fucking sexy,” Steve groans. 

You can’t see him at this point but just the sound of his voice gets you closer . That mixed with Eddie’s unholy ability to find and hit that sensitive spot over and over and over, you feel like your senses are tingling all over.

“Eddie please don’t stop please,” you beg. He, of course, had no intention to, but your hands in his hair just confirm the exact spot he needs to continue adding pressure to get you to over the edge.

“Don’t fucking stop Ed, make her cum,” Steve demands and Eddie groans into your cunt. The vibration mixed with the dominance in Steve’s voice sends you over the edge. The ball in your stomach comes undone, exploding with the best electricity all up your spine, your back arching off the bed. 

You spew a mix of profanities and praise as you ride out your high, your body floating as Eddie slowly comes away from your cunt. 

You didn’t even realize your eyes had been closed until you open them because you feel a hand petting your head. “Did so so good baby - fuck,” Steve says from beside you. You look up at him, absolutely blissed out, no thoughts in your head other than how gorgeous he looks beside you. 

“Thank you,” you mutter - though to who you’re not sure.

Steve smiles and kisses the top of your head. “Thank Eddie baby, not me,” Steve says, nodding toward the boy wiping his mouth with his own shirt, a wicked grin on his face. 

“Thank you Eddie,” you repeat. 

Eddie crawls above you on the bed, forcing you and Steve to inch backwards to accommodate for his body. “Anytime, beautiful,” the tattooed boy smiles. 

You stare up at him in disbelief - how is he so good with his mouth? 

“Wanna taste pretty boy?” Eddie asks, his head turning to Steve’s next to you. 

Your eyes widen in shock, but before you can process it, Eddie’s mouth is on Steve’s, the two of them groaning as they taste both you and each other. Watching the boys kiss is both erotic and primal. Their biceps flexing, hard jaws moving quickly as if they can’t get enough of one another. It’s better than you could have ever imagined. 

Eddie breaks the kiss, panting as he takes Steve’s jaw in his hand and points his face toward you. He looks beyond perfect, swollen lips and messy hair, his shirt out of place. 

But neither of you move as you hold eye contact - it’s too intense, a line you never thought you would be able to cross with him. 

“Kiss her, Steve,” Eddie whispers in the other boy’s ear. 

Steve starts to lean closer to you as Eddie sits back on his knees, giving you two space. 

You’ve never been so close to STeve in your life. You’re practically exchanging breaths, chests touching as he leans toward you. 

His hand comes to the side of your face, so gently you can barely feel it. 

“Are you sure baby?” he asks. 

Your heart melts - you’ve never been more sure of something in your life. “Kiss me Stevie,” you smile, and pull his lips in to meet yours. 

It’s better than you could’ve imagined. You taste him and Eddie, and maybe a little bit of yourself as his tongue slides into your mouth. He’s so gentle it’s surprising. There’s no rough force, no intense grabbing, just kissing and holding as if you’re glass he doesn’t want to break. 

The kiss only breaks because you gasp as you feel Eddie’s fingers dancing up your thighs again, only to press one digit slowly into your soaked entrance. He curls the tip of it skillfully, making you whine into Steve’s mouth, your grip on his hair tightening. Steve can’t help but look at the way your eyebrows knit together. 

“Can you take another sweetheart?” Eddie asks from between your legs, looking at your pussy like it’s art. 

Your breath is shaking. “She can take more, I know she can - she’s a good girl, aren’t you baby?” Steve talks you through as Eddie adds another large finger into you, stretching you out as he starts to pump his fingers in and out of you. 

You lose yourself completely, your eyes struggling to stay open as Eddie hits that spot inside of you over nand over. “H-holy fuck,” you gasp, your eyes screwing shut. 

Steve immediately grabs your face, holding the back of your head up so you don’t throw it backwards. “Uh uh, no baby, eyes on me or Eddie,” Steve demands. You do your best to relax into his hold, one of his hands holding your head while the other finds it’s way under your shirt to grab at your tits. 

“So fucking wet,” Eddie grunts as he continues his rhythm, laying gentle kisses on your clit as he continues. 

“Please can i - can,” you stutter, eyes meeting Steve’s. 

“What baby, can you what?” Steve half taunts, making you use words that are escaping you completely. 

You reach your hand toward Steve’s clothed bulge, pressing against it to elicit a small groan from him. But he immediately grabs your wrist to stop you. “Ask for what you want,” he instructs and you groan. 

Then Eddie stops his movements in your pussy. “WHat?WHat no,” you plead at the loss of sensation.

“Follow instructions and you get what you want,” Eddie teases. 

You groan again and whimper, struggling to find the words you need to touch Steve while also being so close to cumming again already. Eddie begins to move away from your legs, making you squirm. 

“Ccan I please touch you Steve please,” you beg. 

Eddie immediately sinks back between your legs and pushes his fingers back inside of you as Steve smiles. 

“Of course honey, see that wasn’t so hard,” Steve mocks you. He takes off his shirt and discards of it somewhere in a corner of the room, then his jeans are quick to follow, leaving him bare to you. 

Your mouth gapes at the sight of him. “Now you know why they call him King Steve,” Eddie laughs at your expression. 

And it’s true. He’s huge. 

And thick.

Steve rolls his eyes, but guides your hand to wrap around his cock, your fingers not full enclosing around the girth. The simplest touch makes Steve throw his head back as he stays on his knees by your head, your smaller hand taking over stroking him. 

Eddie continues his work on your cunt, and every time he kisses your clit while pumping in and out of you, you get closer to the edge again. 

That mixed with the sight of Steve’s dick mere inches from your face has you absolutely wrecked. 

You open your mouth, panting like a dog wanting to taste Steve. He chuckles above you and slowly guides his pink tip past your lips, immediately groaning as you lick and suck on it while our hand holds the rest of him. 

Eddie adds in to the moans between your legs as he strokes his own dick at the sight in front of him. Quite literally the two hottest people he’s ever seen at each other’s disposal. It’s incredible and he wants it every fucking day. 

You continue like this as best as you can, but it doesnt last long because Eddie is just too fucking good at what he’s doing. You pull off of Steve to whine. 

“Eddie I’m - I’m close again oh fuck,” you groan. 

Eddie just hums in response, but Steve’s hand comes to your throat. “Did I say to stop?” Steve asks, his eyes dark as he guides his cock back into your mouth. 

You whine around the girth, your orgasm building as Steve starts to slowly thrust in and out of your mouth, spit pooling down the side of your face. “You wanted my cock so you get it, you understand?” Steve asks. 

You mumble a gargled “mmhmhm” as you get closer to the edge. 

“You’re gonna cum with my cock in your throat like my good little whore,” Steve instructs, and that does it. 

Immediately your second orgasm floods you, a wave of pleasure overriding your system as you keep your mouth open for Steve to fuck. He’s gentle, aware of your state, and has to refrain from cumming himself at the sight of your eyes in the back of your head with his cock in your mouth. 

“Come here,” you hear Eddie say, and in your blissed out state you see Steve move so Eddie has his cock in his mouth. It’s so beautiful. 

Steve is not nearly as gentle with Eddie as he was with you, he has the other boy’s hair in his fist, tugging as he guides his head roughly up and down the length of his cock. 

“Good fucking boy,” Steve grunts and it makes your pussy continue throbbing.  Eddie gags and Steve pulls him up by his hair, bringing their mouths to meet once again.

You quickly remove your shirt as you watch Eddie stroke Steve’s dick, their tongues battling in a mirage of moans and grunts. 

“Eddie you have too many clothes on,” you complain. 

It makes them both chuckle. 

“You heard the little one, take your clothes off,” Steve laughs, already undoing Eddie’s belt for him. It only takes a few seconds before Eddie’s dick springs free - also big and thick and looking like it’s absolutely aching. 

You crawl toward the two boys, eyes wide as you eye both of their throbbing lengths, leaking with pre-cum. You gently touch their shoulders, bringing their attention to you as Steve buries his face in your neck, kissing and biting. 

Eddie smashes his lips with your own and you revel in the contrast between his roughness and Steve’s softness with you. 

“I want-wanna taste you Eddie,” you breathe between kisses. 

Eddie smiles and gives you another quick peck on the lips before moving so he’s off the bed, standing so his cock hits his stomach. You turn to Steve, looking for approval you didn’t realize you needed. 

“Get on all fours baby,” Steve instructs.

You nod, getting on your elbows facing Eddie, his cock in front of your face, as Steve positions himself behind you. 

Something in the air shifts as Steve moves behind you. You can feel his eyes staring at your pussy as it’s presented to him, your back arched, our ass in the air just begging for him to spank it. 

“Go ‘head and taste Eddie,” Steve says, making you face the boy in front of  you again. 

Eddie looks down at you, his hand coming under your chin. “Open your mouth,” Eddie says, and you do so, sticking your tongue out so it’s barely touching the tip of his cock. Then, he leans over and spits, his saliva landing on your tongue and his cock. You smile with your tongue out, happy to be free to be absolutely fucking filthy. 

You slowly take Eddie’s cock, now coated in both of your spit, into your mouth, and moan at the taste. 

“Fuuuck yes,” Eddie groans, his hand gripping your hair tightly. 

Steve’s been watching, stroking himself as he eyes your drippy pussy, just begging to be stretched. You feel him poking at your entrance and your heart pounds, waiting in anticipation. 

“Wait,” Steve says, stopping both you and Eddie. 

“You okay?” Eddie asks the other boy, concern laced in his features. Steve’s hands find your hips as he slightly leans over your back, his cock pressing against you from the back. “I’m okay,” he responds.

“I just,” he starts, hesitating. 

Your mind floods with worry. Is he regretting this? 

“I want to see your face when I fill you up baby,” Steve admits. 

If you weren’t blushing before, you are now. You smile and nod, leaning up to give Steve a quick kiss to the lips. 

“Loverboy Steve,” Eddie teases. 

“You’ll get a good view too Munson,” Steve responds, giving your ass a playful slap. 

You giggle at the idiots you’re in between. “On your back baby,” Steve instructs, flipping you so your head was almost hanging off the bed near Eddie now, your hips aligned with Steves. 

“God your tits are perfect,” Eddie says his hands immediately grabbing at them and pinching your nipples. 

You giggle again, giddy with all of the attention you’re getting, but your breathing immediately shortens as you feel Steve prod at your entrance. Eddie moves so he’s to the side of your head, one of his hands on your tits while the other guides your hand to stroke him. 

“You ready baby?” Steve asks, his brown eyes set on yours as he lines himself up with your entrance. 

Your heart races. All those times you’ve envied the girls Steve has been with, all those times you’ve tried to make him jealous, get his attention - and now you have it all. 

“I’m ready Stevie,” you smile. A smile lights up his face as well as he begins to push himself inside of you, making your face immediately twist as you adjust to his size. 

You whine as your breathing picks up, his hands tight on your hips, his own eyebrows knitting together in concern. “I know baby I know,” he grunts, obviously holding himself back from pounding into you right away.

“So big,” you whine. 

“You can take it angel,” Eddie coos from next to you, his brown eyes transfixed on you both. 

You gasp as he inches in further. “Breathe baby,” Steve encourages. “Feel so fuckin’ good -fuck,” he grunts, filling you to the hilt. You both groan at the feeling, him being fully inside of you, so deep and thick and perfect. 

He leans down to kiss your forehead and cheek before coming back up and starting to move his hips against yours. Your moans start to fill the room loudly as he handles your body expertly. Eddie palms your tits, adding to the sensation. 

“This cunt was made for me I swear,” Steve curses, his pace quickening as you whine. “C’mere,” he grunts, pulling Eddie’s face to his own, smashing their lips together as you become a moaning mess beneath them. 

“Baby can you take Eddie in your mouth? Can you do that for me sweet thing?” Steve asks, his thrusts puncturing his words. 

“Yes, yes yes want Eddie,” you whine. Eddie doesn’t hesitate, immediately moving so he can hold your head as you bounce on Steve’s cock and therefore Eddie’s cock down your throat. 

You love it. You absolutely love feeling filled on both ends - the groans of the two men above you mixed with your own garbled moans and groans. 

You feel Steve start to pick up his pace, landing a slap to your thigh that makes you squeak but keep Eddie in your mouth. “Perfect perfect perfect,” Steve mutters, almost incoherently as he gets closer to his edge.

“You look fucking perfect taking cock, you know that angel? All fuck- all filled up by us,” Eddie adds. 

They’re both just talking nonsense, words flowing in and out of your ears as you’re all overtaken with bliss.

“Our girl huh?” Eddie grunts. 

“No one else ever gets to touch you like this” Steve adds, his thrusts getting sloppy. 

“Oh God,” Steve grunts, his eyes screwing shut. 

“You close big boy?” Eddie asks, sweat beading down his own forehead. “Fuck - fuck you’re gonna make me cum looking like that,” Eddie admits. 

You whine, wanting to taste it, and it sends Eddie over the edge. He attempts to pull out of your mouth, but you keep it open, getting hot spurts of cum in your mouth and on your throat and tits, a perfect fucking picture that leaves Eddie gasping, and Steve absolutely reeling from the sight. 

You can barely comprehend Steve’s words as you take in the mess Eddie made of you. “Where do you want it baby?” Steve asks. 

“Fill me up Steve,” you reply without thinking. 

You don’t even hesitate, of course you want his cum in you, claiming you. “Wanna feel you cum in me please,” you whine. 

Steve groans, his thrusts choppy as he falls over you, his face burying in your shoulder as he bites down, definitely leaving a mark that you dont mind. “Gonna fill you up baby, make you mine,” he grunts into your ear.

And then you feel him spill inside you, his groans like music to your ears as his hips falter. He breathes heavy, his  weight collapsing on you fully, not even caring about Eddie’s mess as he comes down from his high. 

You both lay like that for a minute, catching  your breath as you take in what the fuck just happened. 

Your hand finds Steve’s hair, rubbing gently as he separates himself from you and kisses your lips softly. 

“Here babe,” Eddie says from the dresser, throwing a shirt Steve’s way to wipe you both up. Steve chuckles as he wipes Eddie’s spend off of you both, mixed with sweat as well. “Christ,” Steve sighs. 

“Are you okay?” he asks you, all concern flooding his eyes as he looks down at the girl he loves. 

Loves.

He loves you. He always has. But this just made it even more obvious. 

“I’m fucking great,” you laugh in your loopy haze. 

Both boys laugh with you as Steve pulls out, making you wince from the loss. “I know I know,” he says, pulling you to lay on his chest. “Eds get over here,” he says over you. 

Your eyes can barely stay open, but you feel the weight of the other boy come lay behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle and nuzzling his face into your back. You twist to kiss Eddie’s head before turning back to Steve and kissing him quickly on his swollen lips. 

A serene silence falls between the three of you, only interrupted by the continued buzzing of the long forgotten party downstairs. 

“Can we stay here tonight Ed?” Steve asks over you. 

Eddie smiles. “You two pretty people can stay in my bed forever,” he replies.

You giggle. “I actually wouldn’t mind that,” you smile. 

“We do need to shower eventually,” Steve quips, always the realist. 

“After round two,” Eddie mumbles into your back. 

“Or three, or four,” Steve adds.

You blush and hide your face into Steve’s chest. You don’t know what you’ve gotten yourself into, but you don’t think you mind at all.

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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.

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tom blyth is just so slutty with his small waist and buff arms *kicking my feet while drawing our initials in a heart in my journal* 🥰

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⤷❝Jealous, jealous girl | Coriolanus Snow❞ˎˊ-

⇢☾Warning: NSFW | Snow is his own warning, toxic relationship, jealousy, possessiveness, fucked up thoughts, toxic! jealous! possessive reader, bondage (eyes and hands), dom sub undertones, face riding, cunnilingus, thigh riding, riding, pinv sex, unprotected sex (wrap it dumbfucks), mentions of killing | lmk if I forgot anything!

⇢☾Pairing: young! president Snow x fem! reader

⇢☾Summary: being jelly leads to sexy times!

⇢☾A/N: hope y'all enjoy this!

previous installments of AM au: the study, mine to love, the quiet gift

< masterlist > < bc: @cafekitsune > < tag list >

He didn't take account of your possessiveness when he decided to charm some of the elitists of the Capitol. It was his duty to keep them under his pocket whether it be with empty smiles or deadly threats. Though the latter might have been easier with how you were glaring at everyone who made a passing or suggestive comment towards Coriolanus.

Even with his arm around your waist, you pressed against him wasn't enough to satiate you. His presence wasn't enough to calm you down, not when you wanted to burn down everyone in the gala who looked at Snow with lustful eyes. He was taken. He was your husband. Yours.

Coryo didn't realize what was wrong, surely it was obvious that you were in a bad mood but that was no way to behave. He had to talk with his pet.

And he was planning on that when he entered the room, to see you on the phone, a call that you immediately cut and look at him with a smile that cut through his bones because he knew it was fake. It was a smile he had to wear a thousand times and now you were looking at him the same way.

“What was that call?” He asked roughly, his eyebrows furrowing, his fingers twitching, his mind already thinking of locking you up and wondering if you had found a lover. He- he-

“It was just-” You tilt your head, your mind already figuring out his thoughts, your first instinct was to lie. However, you knew better than that.

“I want to fuck someone over,” you said instead, blunt and straight to the point without any riddles so that your husband doesn't overthink it. He.. he felt himself calm down a bit. “Who?” He asked his mind at ease. Has someone hurt you? Insulted you? It was rare for you to take such actions, especially when Coriolanus made sure no one could mistreat you.

You bite your lower lip, wondering if you should lie. Snow hadn't seen your ugly side as much as you have seen him. But… perhaps it's about time he should and you were angry. At him and everyone who dared their lustful eyes and filthy hands on your man (You wanted to claw their eyes out, you wanted to cut their hand off for such a sin). Corio called you his dove, his pet, his property. But he seems to forget that he is also yours, your husband, your lover, your man. It was time to remind him of that.

You walked towards him until he backed up to the door, it was a position that you both knew except he was the one pinned for a change. “A bitch,” you ended up saying, your fingertips grazing his sharp jawline. His eyes widened, a familiar heaviness to his breathing and his pupils began to dilate. “Which bitch?” He said, turning his face away to focus and not kiss your pretty lips. “The one who couldn't take her hands off what's mine,” you whispered, your hands on his customized suit, pushing the fabric away from his shoulder and letting it fall. Then your fingers were busy twisting the buttons so you could see this man's golden skin, but the action was stopped when Corio softly asked, “Yours?”

Even if his tone was soft, you knew better than to believe it. Coriolanus Snow belonging to someone? He couldn't think of a worse joke, that just made you even more frustrated, so frustrated that you don't bother unbuttoning his buttons. You begin to rip them one by one. Coryo allows you to act in this manner, knowing that you need to deal with this in your own way.

“I am not yours,” he said, “I don't belong to you.” You wanted to slap the man. You never had a greater urge too before. You clenched your jaw, “You are.” Your hand goes to the pendant you always wore after your first anniversary. A necklace with his initials.

“It’s a two-way street, Coriolanus Snow. You're my husband, my man, and my lover. I am yours as much as you are mine,” your fingers grip the chain, “Or I can tear this from my neck and walk away.” Coryo was going to punish you for those words, there was no doubt about it. His eyes, those blue ocean eyes had anger in them now. How dare you threaten, Snow?

You waited for an answer, both of your chests heaving with passion waiting to explode. “Threaten to leave again, I'll break those legs of yours and chain you to the bed.” Your breath hitches from his words, the truth ringing in his voice. This insane man… you had no words to say so you didn't. You pressed him to the door, your lips clashing with his. For the first time, you didn't give in to the fight for dominance. Both of your teeth clashing, the tongues fighting in war and neither side winning but becoming a greater mess.

“You're a coward, Coryo,” you whispered as you were pushed back to the bed, neither of you giving up the fight to control the kiss. You refused to be underneath him for him tonight. Coriolanus Snow owned you and you wanted the taste of owning him. You manage to straddle him, saliva covering both of your chins from the messy kiss neither refusing to break.

“You- how dare you let her touch you like this,” you whispered, a hint of insecurity creeping into your sound. “They can look at you all they want, envy all they want but touch is reserved for me only. For me, Coryo. Next time it's brought to my attention that you let yourself be groped like that whether it be for your interests or Panem. Rest assured they won't be seeing the sun again and every inch of your skin that was touched…” You couldn't complete the threat, not when his eyes widened. Coriolanus felt like he was looking in a mirror.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you hissed, “There is a reason why we work out, sweetheart. It's not because of whatever formulas you have in your mind to control me, to have me. It's because I am just as insane as you, if not more but I have an infinite amount of control over myself.”

He was thinking, thinking of what you didn't know. You didn't want to know what epiphany had crushed the man from your honest words filled with ugly deep jealousy. You didn't want to let yourself wonder either if he would have preferred someone sane, someone less jealous and possessive. Someone opposite of him in every regard.

But Snow leans forward to kiss you. It's… delicate the kiss. A brush of his soft lips against yours, a grin blessing his face. “What?” You whispered, hesitantly. “You’re perfect,” he said, and those words did things to you, nearly enough to melt away your anger. Nearly.

“And your perfection is aggravating,” you said, with each word a kiss was pressed to his lips. “I love you,” you whispered, a wet kiss pressed to his jaw that went down the path of his neck to his pulse. Your hands shamelessly undress him. “But you truly vex me, Coryo.” you let out as you bite the spot of his pulse, sucking his life from his skin, formatting a bruise, marking him as yours.

“Calm down,” he grunts as he also undresses you, his touch on your heated skin damning you to hell. “I am here, pet.” Finally, both of you were unrestricted by clothes, lips clashing with each other as the hands roamed the body in a hurry. Neither of you was going to disappear, but the desperation as if one of you would slip away like sand clawed at both of your minds.

You didn't reply to his reassurance, you pushed him till his back was pinned on the mattress and he let you. For once you were in control and you had no idea what to do with it. You bite your lip, pondering what should be the next course. You wanted to ride him, you wanted to kiss him. You wanted him to regret it. But most importantly you wanted him to realize he is addicted to you too, as you are with him.

So you pulled back, ignoring the flash of confusion on his face, and went to the closet to pick out two ties. One red, another black, both gifts from you. Coryo raised his eyebrows but indulged you without saying a word, knowing that he would get you back for it. You let him sit up, as you tied his hands together behind his back and then tied the blindfold around his eyes.

“Let me play with you today, Coryo,” you said, “It will be fun.” Coryo replied with a warning, “Do not cross the line.”

You were never an obedient pet. You placed your cunt on his thigh, your folds soaking with arousal, your walls needing his cock but you ignored the want as you began to grind yourself slowly against the tense muscles of his leg. “Coriolanus Snow, the perfect man, the perfect student, the perfect president. Tell me Coryo, would you consider yourself a perfect husband?” “Sweetheart,” he warns you, not ready to hear whatever criticism you want to spew. He could never be a perfect man, perfect in the sense of good and bad. He couldn't but that doesn't mean he has to face it.

“I think you are,” you whispered to his ear, causing him to relax visibly, it was rather pathetic how quickly your admission of yours made his cock fucking hard, harder than before. Your pussy continues to grind against his thigh, your hips rolling at a relaxed pace as you coat his skin in your juices. “You’re perfect in every sense of the word,” you praised him, your lips set on creating multiple shades of mark on his shoulder and collarbone.

He didn't need your words, he didn't know your praises yet a groan escaped his lips. His breath is heavier than before as your grinding gets faster. “Let me see you,” he whispered, and you wanted to deny him. You did but you knew he wanted to know if you were lying, manipulating him in any manner and you weren't cruel enough to play that game with him. You took off the blindfold from his eyes and the vulnerability that showed in his blue eyes made you so wet, your pussy clenching around nothing and he could feel the spasm on his thigh.

His eyes search yours for a hint of a lie, he doesn't find any. Both of your lips met for a kiss, knocking us breathless as you wrapped your arms around his neck and began to roll your hips faster on his thigh, getting close to a high. Meanwhile, his cock was leaking onto his abs, thick goops of pre-cum that you swipe on your fingertips and lick as you don't give any attention to his length. A sound you couldn't classify leaves Coriolanus's lips as he watches you taste himself.

It felt perfect, you teasing him like this. You are in control, despite Coriolanus' not-so-subtle attempts to get rid of the knot that tied his hands together. ‘I am in control, love,’ you wanted to say but you bite your tongue instead and sucked on the sweet spot of his jaw. “Wanna sit on your face,” you whispered to him.

“Fuck, fuck, dove” he cursed before he nods. You maneuver him into the position, your cunt mere inches from his greedy mouth that had already started teasing your folds with kitten licks that you mewling with need. “Coryo,” you whispered, pleading to be completely honest as you lowered yourself down onto his face. His tied arms above his head, your fingers laced with his (the safe word being three squeezes if you end up suffocating him). Your pussy finally reached its destination, finding his lips and his tongue. The slaughter of your sanity had begun.

He was so messy with this, it surprised your soul. His licks weren't long and calculated per usual but short, teasing like that had you bucking your hips onto his face. You try to be careful, you swear you do but all was lost in your hazy pleasure. You moan his name, again and again, and Coriolanus gets high off it. The power you hand him without realizing, the control you give him of your pleasure.

“Coryo!” you cry out, your movements getting fervent. You were close to snapping from riding his thigh, from the high and adrenaline of the situation. It wasn't hard to shatter, your cunt gushing out juices as your walls began to spasm. The orgasm turns your bones into jelly but you have work to do. You have shattered but you yet hadn't broken Snow.

Coryo hums against your folds, licking all the juices up, nipping and kissing your clit with such attention, it sends shivers down your spine. You pulled yourself off of his face, and your pussy begins to ache again because of how debauched he looks. His mouth gasping, his face shining with your arousal all over his chin, beads of your juices dripping down his skin. You closed your eyes, getting your senses back to you.

You let out a shaky breath yourself and you bring him back to a sitting position, one of your hands on his nape and another finding his cock. He lets out a groan of relief and pleasure as you squeeze his girth with your fist. You stroke his cock several times and coat his length with his pre-cum. “Gonna ride you, baby,” you whispered to him, your lips meeting his, and you moaned into his mouth as you tasted yourself.

You placed yourself on his lap, one of your hands going to his tied wrists, playing with the knots unaware that a lot of it has come loose. You don't even realize it as you were too busy sinking on his cock, your other hand in his hair, gripping the blonde curls rather roughly.

Coryo leans forward, pushing his face between your breasts, his tongue licking stripes of your salty skin and his teeth digging into the sides of your supple flesh making you let out a sharp moan. Your hold on his hair gets tighter, as you adjust to his twitching length inside of your sensitive walls. His lips catch the pendant, the only thing you are still wearing. You look down to watch him suck the ‘S’ in his mouth and you whimper from the sight, your pussy clenching around his cock.

By now your fiddling with his tied wrists had completely untied the knots, something you didn't realize as you became drunk on him. You place your head on his shoulder as you begin to roll your hips. Snow lets you control the pace, not letting you know he is free of his bounds. He takes and takes whatever you give him even as his balls tighten with the urge to come. He bites his lower lip to stave off the urge. Second by second, minute by minute passes as your bodies get hotter and hotter, waiting to burn the brightest.

“Coryo,” you begin to whisper, “You're mine, right?” This time the insecurity in your voice was clear, something that would make you cringe later. This time Coriolanus takes control.

His hands find themselves kneading the flesh of your hips, stopping you from fucking yourself on his cock. You freeze in surprise, your eyes widening. “It’s our wedding ring I wear every day. If that doesn't hold any value to you. Don't you dare ask me that question again?”

“Now fucking cum on my cock, pet,” he said, his eyes turning into snake-like slits, “Don't think I'll forget of your behavior tonight, baby.” You swallow nervously, but Coryo says he is yours, not in those exact words but it was Coryo, he was never known for straight words anyway.

You begin to ride him again, picking up pace as you keep slamming down on his cock, his cockhead kissing your cervix from this position. Your hands go to his shoulder to use as leverage as you continue to fuck yourself on him. “My love,” you moan as you felt yourself getting close over the edge, from how his dick was throbbing inside your cunt, you could tell he was close too. He wedges a hand between the both of your connecting bodies and his fingers find your puffy oversensitive clit and he begins to play with the bud making you cry out.

“That's it, dove,” he whispered, smirking, “Cum on my cock, you're the only one in this entire universe with that privilege.” You whimper, feeling your pussy spasm on his cock repeatedly as all the tension leaves your body. He shallowly thrusts into you, fucking you through your orgasm.

You turn into jelly on his lap, your cunt twitching occasionally from oversensitivity. He turns you over so you are laid down on the bed, and he hooks up your legs on his shoulders.

He leans down, his hand gripping your jaw as his lips brush against yours and he says, “Time for your punishment, doll. You had your chance to indulge, my pet. It's my turn now.”

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[inbred-eater]

me when a josh hutcherson, finnick odair or young coriolanus snow edit comes onto my fyp

(i come too)

[julieandthe-stan-toms]

I turned on JATP, and Netflix had a warning for fear. I was like shut up Netflix. The only fear I have to worry about while watching this show is falling in love with a 90's ghost band.

[roanniom]

Sensitive

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY, kissing & sucking & fondling of ears, over the clothes rubbing, cumming in pants

Eddie Munson will literally come undone if you give too much attention to his ears. They are always so covered up by his hair that it takes some time for you to figure this tidbit out.

You two are watching tv one evening and you get bored, so you lean against him and start fidgeting. Playing with his rings, his guitar pick necklace, the collar of his shirt. He’s pleasantly invested in the show, but he indulges your exploration of him, relaxing against the back of the couch and letting you have your way while he lazily drags his knuckles up and down your back.

You get up on your knees beside him and start kissing his neck, making him hum and close his eyes with a smile on his face. But when you kiss your way to his ear, take his earlobe between your nibbling teeth and suck, he practically shoots off the couch.

“Fucking CHRIST, sweetheart.” It’s part admonishment, but his voice is shaky as he turns to you.

“Did I hurt you?“ you ask, immediately worried. He flushes a beautiful, startling shade of red and adjusts the crotch of his suddenly tightened jeans. The motion of his hand in his lap draws your attention right down to his erection. Your eyes widen. “Oh…”

“It’s not..I…” He’s tripping over his words, something that barely ever happens. Your mile-a-minute-talking boyfriend is usually silver tongued and confident, able to toy with you and soothe you and rile you up, all with the same mouth. But now that mouth is pressed into a pout. For some reason his sensitivity has made him self conscious.

“Yeah oh never…never mind,” you say, shrugging to try and settle him. You relax back into the couch and wait for him to do the same. He does, gradually. You feel his muscles lose their rigidity beside you. Almost apologetically one of his hands goes to grip yours, lifting your intertwined grasp to rest on his thigh.

You both continue watching tv, but your mind is racing with your new discovery. You’d never played with Eddie’s ears before. You’d whispered in them before, sure. But now that you think back on those memories, you realize he’d always shuddered bodily in response. He was usually the one whispering in your ear during sex. The one who made you fall the fuck apart.

So now, with this new knowledge swirling in your brain, you’re feeling your heart start to speed up with the new possibilities. Heat spreads in your abdomen and pools between your legs. And when you begin to feel your pulse down there too you know you have to do something about it.

You start slow. Sliding your free hand up and down his arm. Smoothing your palm over his chest until you’re leaning over and kissing his shoulder chastely. Then you move slightly. Begin kissing the solid yet lean muscle of his chest, right over where you know one of his tattoos to be hidden under the fabric of his shirt.

You’re careful and slow about rising to your knees beside him this time. Not wanting to make him uncomfortable. Eddie and uncomfortable were too incongruous concepts so you were a little confused, but your desire to get to the bottom of this sensitivity urges you onward. He flinches when you start moving up with your kisses so you slow down even further and spend a lot of time sucking and nibbling at his collar bone where you’ve pushed down the neckline of his shirt, leaving pretty marks that you know you’ll enjoy looking at in the coming days.

When you finally start moving back up to his neck, Eddie’s beginning to lose the battle of concentration. His eyes keep fluttering closed in prolonged blinks. He lets go of your hand, moving instead to grip the edge of the couch cushion. You use your freed hand stroke up and down his chest. Soothing and yo finally zero in on your mark.

You lick a line up from the side of his neck to the base of his earlobe before slotting the flesh lightly between your lips. He hisses and squirms but you hold onto his head to keep him in place. The hand cupping the other side of his face slides to play with his other ear, ghosting along the shell of it.

“Baby that’s…it’s too…” He’s outright moaning. From some kissing and a little sucking on a place you’ve never given attention before. It thrills you beyond belief. But dutifully you pull away a few inches for a second.

“Do you want me to stop? I will,” you reassure him. When it comes to consent and respecting comfort levels, you learned from the best. Eddie is always checking in and making sure you’re still enjoying every second of whatever he’s doing. Even though you’re having fun, you’ll give him nothing less than the same curtesy.

“I just can’t think…it’s so…don’t stop.” His voice is haggard and you find yourself distracted by the way he fidgets in the seat, his hips flexing and calling attention yet again to the strain in his jeans. His words trip a wire in your brain and then you’re back on him. Licking a thin stripe along the outline of his ear before dipping back down to suck on the soft flesh.

“Oh my fucking god. You’re fucking killing me.” You’re about to pull off of him to ask if that’s a good or bad thing when one of his hands flies up to cradle the back of your neck, keeping your mouth against his ear. His other hand grabs at your forearm on the other side, encouraging your fingers to keep stroking and squeezing.

You hum against him and his hips buck up, giving you a wonderful view of how stiff he is straining in his jeans. Your free hand snakes down to begin palming at his bulge, making Eddie let loose a low whimper.

“This feel good?” you ask, breathy in his ear. He moans and nods, so you hum. “Good. Because you’re so unbelievably pretty like this, Eddie.”

“Oh fuck,” Eddie’s eyes roll back and his head rests against the back of the couch. His hips are bucking up into your hand at this point, so you speed up and intensify your rubbing.

“What’s got you so sensitive, Eds? This do it for you? Huh?”

You’ve never spoken to him like this before and it’s got his brain absolutely melting. With his usual intimidating confidence you had always felt content - happy even - to let him lead. But his reactions take the guesswork out of it. Your attention on his ears is driving him wild and you’ve never seen him so nonverbal. So undone so fast.

His lips, which he’d been biting, open suddenly in a gasp.

“I’m gonna - fuck. It’s so good I’m gonna - !” His breath comes in heavy pants and one of his hands joins you on his lap adding pressure to his throbbing cock through the denim. You feel it twitch under both of your hands.

You take his earlobe even further into your mouth and nibble. He practically convulses in your arms letting out a guttural groan. Warmth spreads in his lap under your hands but you keep rubbing him.

When Eddie slumps back against the couch, breath still haggard, you disentangle yourself and arrange yourself innocently beside him. Staring straight at the TV which has remained playing this whole time.

You can feel Eddie’s gaze burning into you with your peripherals but all you do is smirk and continue facing forward. You’re so turned on though. So fucking hot because of what you’d just witnessed. What you’d just been able to do to him.

Suddenly your body is yanked down and spread out on the couch, your world going topsy turvy in the blink of an eye. Eddie is on you immediately, yanking pushing your clothes out of the way and attaching his mouth to your throat, your ear, your breasts, your stomach.

It’s a chaotic and frantic barrage and you laugh underneath his frenzied attack.

“Wh-what are you doing?” You ask, less surprised by the affection and more surprised by the disorganized array of tactics.

“I’m going to find the spot on you that reduces you to a brainless fuck toy,” he says simply, and your pussy contracts around nothing immediately. He notices your grin and shakes his head, a smirk on his face. “And this is not a reward. It’s payback. Get ready.”

~*~

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[theultraviolencesblog]

i'm going fucking feral over this.