Holy Shittt That Capitol Girl Blurb??? That Was Something Else Can You Pls Make A Part 2 Of It But Like

Holy shittt that capitol girl blurb??? That was something else 😵 can you pls make a part 2 of it but like a oneshot of it where he gets jealous of one of those lowly capitol people takling to us and he takes us to his room and then smutty smut happens??? Your dark!finn fics make me feral😩

oooh, i like your brain, captiol girl reader is a fav of mine! but ngl this gives off coryo vibes too.

i was listening to ride…

love you best,, coriolanus snow/finnick odair

can be read as either!!! no specifics i think

tw: kind angry sex, jealousy, choking, possessiveness, semi-public, implied short reader, size kink, humiliation, kinda guilt-tripping, degradation, mirror, flashback punishments, mentions of purposeful starvation, spanking, overstimulation, toys 👀 double pen, im so sorry i don’t know what possessed me

if there was one thing you knew about your partner it was his short temper when it came to you. obviously he didn’t show it all that often but you were one of the few people who could tell. whether it be by his grip on the champagne flute, the rigid posture, or, his unsettling smile. but it was obviously normal to everyone else, all they could think of was the fact that the legend himself was smiling their way.

he hated them in all honesty, but he wasn’t an idiot so he tolerated them.

but eventually every man breaks, and this time it was because of you.

an ugly, loud, grimy businessman had taken interest in you, his girl. he flashed his pearly whites your way every chance he got, brushing his hand by your waist in order to grab a drink, even has the audacity to actually touch you, bring the strap of your dress back up.

“sweetheart,” your partner beckoned you from up the stairs, your saving grace from the man. “come along now.” his grin was sinister and mischievous and you could only guess at what he was thinking of. excusing yourself from his side you made your way up the stairs, his eyes lingering on your behind. that man was lucky your boyfriend didn’t jam his fist in his face.

and before you knew it, the two of you were far from the party, on the third or fourth floor. “what are we doing here?” your voice was quiet, too focused on your surroundings rather than the man behind you, and how hungry he looked. turning to view him you were met with a hand around your throat. “what do you think you’re doing?” his one hand practically encircling your neck, your two hands pawed at his wrist to no avail.

“n—nothing.” you croaked out, watery eyes meeting his own dark irises, they seemed to be consumed with fire, and you knew your were bound to be burned. “are you trying to fuck with me? everyone here knows who you are here with but you’re acting like a whore, do you even know that man’s name?” you shook your head as a smirk made its way to his face, his voice was hot in your ear, “i think you need to be taught a lesson.”

he made you feel small in every way possible, whether it be guiding you through a crowd, or a hand on your hips moving you to the side. or, cornering you when you decided to be a brat, especially during the start of your ‘relationship.’

one of the most prominent examples being when you’d once refused to eat, besides a snack here and there and some water. the servants didn’t know what to do and your boyfriend hadn’t returned, busy with work. so when he did return and learned of your temper tantrum, he tied you down, taking orgasm after orgasm, one for each day you hadn’t eaten. it was the worst and best night of your life, your own ass was bruised and bloodied.

he’d struck you for every hour you refused.

he had his head between your legs, lips on your clit, licking it whilst two fingers pushed in and out, grazing just the right spot, making you arch your back and claw at the mirror. removing his fingers, his tongue traced your folds, saliva mixing in as he moved to your slit, and the inside of your walls. but it was never easy with your boyfriend, and he hated the fact that you looked so pretty. moans sweet as ever, hands pulling at his hair softly.

no, he liked you best at your worst.

so instead of letting you catch your breathe, he took off his tie and bound your wrists behind your back, your circulation practically cut off. you had nothing to grab, to hold, to ground yourself with, all you could do was sit and cry as he sucked your clit harshly, fingernails digging into your thighs as a warning.

stop moving.

again, horrible listener, so you thrashed around, lifting yourself up from against the mirror before being pushed back by him. your eyes were screwed shut as you heaved, “please, please i didn’t do anything!” his eyes shot up to look at your face in disbelief. “you did nothing?” he sneered, rising from in between your legs before his hand clutched your hair as you yelped.

“you want attention, that’s all you ever want. you have legs you could’ve walked away and come to me but you stood there, laughing at his jokes.” his fingers smooshed your face, he loved you best like this. messy hair, mascara smudged and lipstick smeared. for once you were unable to read him, you couldn’t tell if he was joking, mad or teasing. he got down on his knees, tapping your foot as you raised it, your panties removed as he stored it away in his pant pocket. your thighs were painted with arousal, sticky when you moved.

the click of the door opening sobered you up straight away, “what? why are you—” he shoved you infront of him, not even bothering to check if the coast was clear, he assumed there wouldn’t be anyone, you were floors above the party and the only people that would be around these disgustingly sensual rooms would be there for the reason he was. crimson red walls, plush velvet walls, a monstrosity in terms of a fashionable home, but comfortable.

you ended up in a random bedroom, also red. he shoved you onto the bed, shuffling through the drawers with intent. “where would it be?” he muttered to himself as he surveyed the room, his eyes landed on a closet door, promptly moving towards it.

you laid on the bed with your hands underneath you, at least the ceiling was white you thought. the heat between your legs was unbearable, but not left unattended for too long. he had a box in his hands, not too large but not small. “what is that?” you craned your neck to look, but he pulled out a blindfold.

“i want you to only cum when i tell you to, do you understand?” you groaned loudly, “oh come on are you kidding me? why the hell do i have to do that? so annoying—” the dildo penetrated your dripping pussy as you moaned out, finally.

he couldn’t do everything he would have wanted to whilst still at the event but he could at least satisfy himself. he slid in and out with ease, unrelenting pace as you cried out, “don't stop, please don't stop!" he loved you best like this, crying on his fat cock splitting you open.

“you like that? yeah you do.” he grinned as you clutched the sheets underneath you, he pushed it deeper, before taking it out. “please, don’t stop!” you screamed out, the anticipation of what he’d do was exciting, unable to see him. his finger simultaneously traced around your ass, using your slick he smeared it around.

“you want more? you want my cock in you too?” you nodded vehemently, “oh god yes! yes!” he pulled it out before flipping you over and propping you on all fours. he was nice enough to be sweet, cooing and praising you for how good you were being. “you’ll be good for me won’t you? i’ll take your bind off.” thank god, “yes, i’ll be so good, promise.” it felt so good to move them around again. the thing about your boyfriend was that he never made anything easy when it came to sex.

“i want you to fuck yourself.”

his hand on your hips and your own pressed against the headboard. “that's it, fucking take it!" he grunted as he thrust into you, “yeah, you wanna scream? confirm what they know?” you could barely keep your own eyes open let alone respond but of course he would never let that be. you’d never experienced something so euphoric yet punishing. you felt as if you’d explode. he’d gotten tired of how slow you were being with your pussy so he was kind enough to multitask.

but listening wasn’t exactly your strong suit and it didn’t matter how harsh he gripped your hips or how he slammed into both holes, you’d still try and get away. “s’too much, please.” your head rested on the bed, you were exhausted.

“fuck, i’m so close!”

“you’re lucky i’m letting you after the shit you— you pulled.” his words didn’t hurt, your pussy only clenched further, “i can feel you, in both holes.” your forehead pressed against his, a gentle gesture, a reminder of your relationship. he grunted into your ear, thrusts slowing down, messier, closer.

he pulled it out of your ass as you moaned at the loss of contact, “messy girl, need two cocks in you? my little slut needs more?” you shook your head, “just you. just you.” you babbled, you felt so good. oversensitive and tired, which again he loved. he pulled almost all the way out, pressing the fake cock to your lips, “suck it, you’re too noisy baby, you want someone to find you like this? i didn’t lock the door.”

his smirk made you dizzy, he made you dizzy. he took a second to admire you, splayed out on the bed now, sucking both of your juices off it. he slammed back in making you whimper and teary-eyed. soon enough reaching his high as well as your own as you clutched onto his shoulders for dear life, “mmm!” he grunted, “fuck, you’re too good, take it the whole way baby, if you’re— if you’re gonna suck it then take it all.” he found his release with you, his hot cum spurting into your womb.

“next time, you stay by me. or don’t, i’ll fuck you even harder next time.”

I am so sorry to the people who think I being creepy about writing for Percy Jackson. I am writing about ocs of mine but making that reader inserts because I know younger fans will like them. Walker is a minor I understand, but I am not writing about him. I read the books and they are based on that. I am in no way sexualizing him in anyway. I am writing about his fucking character not the actor!! Taking about a character having a crush it not that bad but I understand were y’ll are coming from. But this page does not sexualize minors.

Idk what else to say.

There has been no kissing, nothing sexual or bad. Just a stupid crush and in that I’m not imagining me!

And if I were going to make a regular romantic fic, it would be about the fucking book character aged up. But it’s what? Fiction. That’s all it is.

And my future works will be about book Percy thank you.

oh my god i am honoured 😌🫶🏽

KILLER WALE. luke castellan

description. when luke chases you, most of the fun comes with what happens next.

includes. suggestive content MDNI, GN!reader, chasing, hunter/prey vibes, luke lifts r once, size kink vibes, dom!luke

wc: 1k+

a/n: inspired by luke saying "they know better"

Footsteps sound from behind you, heavy and thunderous as they snap twigs and leaves with each step. You know he’s not attempting to be stealthy. He wants you to know he’s right on you. He wants you a little scared.

You try to pretend you’re not, but your heart is thumping with more than exertion.

You, on the other hand, run as light as you can. Lodging your sneakers amongst the in-between spots, searching for the softest part of the ground to press into. You hope he's not checking for foot prints, you can't afford time to cover your tracks.

Speed is your main concern, and Luke Castellan is fast. He's agile. And he's going to catch you. it's only a matter of time before you're wrapped in his arms and left at his mercy.

No matter how many times you and Luke rehearse this dance, changing moves throughout, the ending is always the same. 

He gives you a head start only to catch up in less than a minute. He runs a little bit slower only to eventually have you in his arms. No matter how much mercy he chooses to give you, you always lose.

He's always the winner.

(Yet, with the reward he chooses, you figure that you both win in the end)

Luke snaps a twig diagonal to your left and sings your name. He's smiling, you can hear it in the syllables. Just as you know he's going to catch you, he knows the same.

He's a natural at this. He was born with something you weren't. Something you had to work to gain. Something he had to train you in, and even then the skill wasn't completely hardwired into your body.

Still, he must have taught you something because it is pure instinct whenever your body sends you to the right.

You weave between trees, bouncing off of rocks with trained deftness. If luke wasn’t hunting you like you were prey currently, you would boast to him about your improvement. Instead, you worry about how you're accidentally triggering the loud crunch of leaves along the way. You're breathing too hard, too, you can't really help it, and you figure that at this point you should try to hide.

You thought you would have more time, maybe a little more distance to adequately prepare yourself, but you turn around the base of a large tree and then you’re being pulled into his chest, lifted off the ground a little without much effort from him.

You hadn't heard him get closer to you, or maybe you misinterpreted where he was the entire time. Still, it doesn't matter because you've been caught.

You try to squirm out of his grasp. Maybe get away and buy yourself some more time. After all, it's not over until you've given up. Until he's made you submit.

But Luke's strong. His arms aren't budging and after only a few fruitless seconds of trying to escape, you go limp.

He’s laughing as he's putting you down facing that same tree, not even gracing you with the sight of his face. He cages you against bark by pushing his groin into your ass and pressing both of his hands into the tree on either side of your head. He's a little tired, too, breathing just loud enough for you to hear.

When he rests his forehead against the back of your neck, you can feel how damp his skin is. It makes you proud. Finally, you'd given Luke a real challenge. Gone were the times where he had you in his arms within five minutes.

"Longest you've lasted," he admits, laughing a little against your skin before he presses a kiss there.

You're about to say something snarky and full of pride, feeling like you're allowed to brag this once. But Luke speaks before you can even think of a reply.

“But you know better, don't you?” He speaks next to your ear, his cheek soft against your earlobe and your own cheek with the proximity. You know the question isn't rhetorical, he expects you to respond.

You're too headstrong to do so. Too upset at having been caught again.

As if to prompt you, Luke nudges the side of your face with his nose. "Hm? Don't you, angel?"

He removes one hand from the rough bark to run it down your side, gripping your hip with enough strength to warn you. 

Don't try to run, he's telling you.

With where this is leading, you wouldn't dream of it.

You sigh with a little too much attitude. It's harsh, a small growl almost forming in your throat like you're one of Hades' own creatures and not Luke's lover.

He briefly comments on your behavior with a tut, digging into your side and pulling you back against him with more force. "You know how I get when you're like this." 

It's not a threat or a warning. He likes when you have some bite. The stiff erection in his pants is testament.

His head ducks and he nips at your neck. "Answer me."

You might as well. Especially if you want to get what you want.

"Yes, luke."

"'Yes' what?"

"I know better."

He hums a little appreciatively. Like he's pleased.

His hand circles around to the front of your shorts where he pops the button and slides the zipper down. He slips his hand into the gap created, pressing two fingers into the damp spot of your underwear. His free hand grips your chin, turning your head to the side so he can fully stare down at you.

There's a hard look in his eyes. The deep brown, practically black, is full of arrogance. The look of a winner.

"And what else do you know?" He's slid his hand under the elastic of your underwear at this point. He's not wasting any time, and you understand that there's no point in prolonging things.

This time, you're quick to respond, letting your head fall back to rest against the solid flesh of Luke's chest as you wrap a hand around his wrist to ground yourself.

"You'll always catch me," comes your response, a little breathless.

That only makes Luke grin wider. Bigger. More triumphant.

"That's right."

Omg i absolutely cannot wait for sharing is caring aghhhhh your my favorite writer ever. Xxxx

HELP OH MY GOD THANK YOU!

i am sorry if they take a bit of time to come out since i literally thought of all yesterday!! i’m so glad you like my writing thank you for reading x

help, now i wanna see bloody luke

_ Jealous boy

pairing- dark! ex! Luke x gn! mortal! reader

tw- Yandere content, overprotective behavior, violence, slight mention of murder, slight mention of stalking, mist messing with reader, manipulation, not proof read, book spoilers???

a/n- this is my first post on this platform!! I hope you enjoy

“Your the most jealous man I know!” “You know other men?..”

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You stare dumbfounded at your phone as you scroll through manic messages from a number you swore you had blocked. Your break-up with your ex, Luke, was far from clean. Luke had begged and cried for you to love him but you had already made up your mind.

His jealousy was suffocating. Even though your relationship was primarily long-distance, he always seemed to know who you had been with and what you had done. It was all too much.

dread churned painfully in your gut, as you stared at Luke's latest message. "I can't wait to see you..." Something was off. Your parents should have been home, but yet their absence remained. Perspiration gathered uncomfortably at the nape of your neck, as the feeling of being watched clung to you.

Taking a deep breath, attempting to tame your fraying nerves, you stand with intent to grab a glass of water. But you're stopped dead in your tracks as a cracking thud sounds at the door to your apartment. You don't dare move as the door shudders again, again, and again. The door spilters with one final impact, sending spare wood your way.

In walks Luke blood coating his clothes and skin, as he gripped something you couldn't quite make out . Your head swam as a headache found its way into the back of your skull. "Y/n..." Luke breathes, hungrily drinking in your terrified features. "You have no idea how much I have missed you."

You don't dare move as he takes one step closer to you . "You broke me the second you said you didn't love me." He sucks in an agitated breath. "Even after I sacrificed everything for you." pulling out a busted phone he holds it out in front of him. "Cell phones are dangerous to demigods you know. " You titled your head slightly "Demigods?…” in that moment your head swam with pain and your vision blurred revealing a sword gripped in Luke’s hand. You stumble backwards, a new panic rising to the surface.

Seeming to read your mind a cruel smile stretches Luke’s lips. He twists his wrist admiring the blood coated bronze as it seemed to glow in the faint light. “I thought mortals like you couldn’t see through the mist. But I guess this makes it all the more easier.” He turns his blade on you, the very tip pointed at you in a threat.

“Get away from me!” You yell finally finding your voice. Luke smiles coolly inching forward until the tip of his blade is placed on the tip of your nose. “It doesn’t have to be like this,” he coo’s “We can be whole again, and I can forget your little outburst.” You swallow thickly not breaking eye contact.

“How about a cruise huh? Maybe that will be enough to bring you back your senses.” Before you can interject Luke presses his blade to your neck “it’ll just be you and me babe. Where no one can take you away from me.”

You’re helpless as Luke grabs you, blade still pressing on your throat. The gruesome end of your parents finally clicking as Luke drags you out of the apartment, hopeless to stop your new fait.

can’t wait to see what you’ve got!

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