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“imagine caring so much about fiction” imagine being so lame that you scoff at the timeless human practice of falling in love with art and stories

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tw: mentione of finnick’s canon sexual trauma

finnick odair is experienced in the bedroom, but not experienced with true, genuine intimacy. he knows how to end a sexual encounter fast, how to find all the right spots and get it all over with. but he isn’t quite sure how to be slow, to savor it. you have to teach him, kiss your way down his body, be gentle. you tease him, make it last.

he knows how to seduce, how to be charming. but he isn’t good at vulnerability, real connection. he will grin and smirk, but covers his shy smiles, his genuine laughter. he doesn’t blush, except how he does when you’re involved. you teach him how to date. you hold his hand, cuddle him, kiss his cheeks.

the capitol has taken so much from him. he’s had sex more times than he can count, but he’s never made love. he’s been on dates, but he’s never dated. he’s been adored by people who will never truly know him, but never been known and loved at the same time.

you know him, and you love him, even with his flaws. he is not just the hot victor to you. he’s just finnick, who snorts when he laughs too hard and loves when you kiss down his chest and belly, who ties knots when he’s nervous and hates kissing with too much tongue.

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bkg after an argument

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things i want to do with him as a non-affectionate / romantic girl

* sleeping next to him and feeling his body heat

* doing the dishes together in silence

* reading a book while sitting next to him before bed

* doing puzzles together listening to mozart

* talking to him all night in bed

* painting the side of a house together while our baby sleeps in the nursery

* him telling me about a weird dream he had

* tying my shoe

* us waking up together and feeling his body get behind mine but doesn’t touch me while i’m half asleep

* getting mad at me and me having to formally communicate because he holds his ground n calls my bluffs

* his arm brushing against mine when we walk

* us sharing a pint of ice cream in the car

* he rubs my back, and when squirm out of sensitivity he doesn’t make it sexual

* he gives me a kiss on the cheek before leaving for work and doesn’t object when i pull him back in for five minutes

* looks behind me often to make sure i’m safe

* holding my things gently for me as i fix my hair

* him feeding me french fries while i drive

* sitting behind me in bed as i lay on him and write a report

* walking around in my underwear and him treating it as nothing

* laying on top of him to sleep and having my body fully relax n sleep

* him taking off my shirt gently after a long night out and holding eye contact while doing so

* him chasing me up the stairs until he collapses on me

* us tracing one another’s hand and teasing them rather than keeping them held

* him arguing w me and putting me in my place

* when they carry me places bridal style or like a baby as i lay my cheek on their shoulder— i’m light, i don’t feel too heavy or insecure about my weight, they keep a good grip, i fully relax

* them being away for awhile and the second the door closes i jump into his arms

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My heart 🥹

you crawl into his lap bashful, like you’ve already done something you shouldn’t have.

“what’s wrong with you?” katsuki asks, no heat to it. if anything he bends himself, just a little, to make space for you. your body molds like it meant to fit to his, and it makes his head feel funny.

“missed you,” you murmur, ear to his heart. he wonders if you can hear what he’s certainly just felt—a wild trot, stomping him out from the inside. his face scrunches on impulse, like it’s muscle memory to reject your tenderness.

“what’d you do?”

you scoff, squeezing his middle. it’s a little harsh—his nerves sing with the compression for only a second, and then it’s gone. “nothing, you loser. i just missed you.”

there’s a piece of him that’s still wary of what’s soft—distrustful of every gentle hand you extend to him like he’s done something to earn it. he still eyes you like the arms you open for him may one day prove to be a steel trap.

you don’t make a big deal of it. he can concede gratefulness for that.

“alright,” he gruffs, settling back into the couch. if he lets this wall down even an inch, he knows he’s missed you too.

#sammy’s recs #fluff recs #sammy’s fic recs #recs

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please unfollow me if you are an israel supporter. this is a pro palestine account. please do not try to argue with me about this. israel is committing mass genocide against the palestinian people. this is not coming from antisemitism because i am not anti-jewish people, i am simply anti israeli government and it’s mission to wipe out the palestinian people. if you are angered by this or feel like our beliefs do not align, then please unfollow me because you are not the type of person i want associated with me.

i also do not want to hear anyone saying that this has nothing to do with fanfiction and this isn’t something that we need to be talking about. it is so important to keep the people of gaza in your hearts and minds. human lives should not be collateral damage as a heavily armed state forcefully occupies palestine.

this is not a war between israel and palestine, it is not even a war between israel and hamas. this is the mass genocide and ethnic cleansing of the palestinian people.

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I can totally see JJ as the type to say "just one more. One more and I'm done." But that was like 5 rounds ago and he keeps saying it but as soon as he cums, he starts thrusting again. Like his dick just won't go soft(not that I'd be complaining lol)

YESSS TOTALLY!!! (18+)

and then when you tell him you can't, he just gives you those pleading puppy-dog eyes and he's like please, baby, i need you. feels so good, mama, please as he gives you slow strokes that make your toes curl. the overstimulation has him reeling but if he pulls out he'll feel empty (and you actually will be empty). tears escape the brims of your eyes and he swipes them away with his thumbs. he kisses your cheek softly, whispering into your ear and coaxing you into another orgasm. come on, pretty girl. you got another one in you. gimme another. you can do it. and when your release hits you, he keeps fucking you through it. you whine and your legs start to shake, the pit in your stomach still burning but his hips don't stop, and before you know it, he's begging you for another go. pretty pussy's squeezin' me so tight, baby. one more, one more for me. you got it.

concepts ; concepts (ii)

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Hiiii I love your fics! Was wondering if you’d write jj being the more submissive one and the reader taking advantage and messing with him since their friends would never notice? Maybe she takes it too far and he gets too riled up and it leads to dry humping.. him coming in his pants would be so hot wouldn’t it? 🫠

(sorry if this is too horny)

anon I love your brain… this was lowkey so fun I need to write more smut (I still have some more requests to get through so…) 👀

Tease (JJ Maybank x Reader)

Knowing the things you (and only you) knew about JJ, you liked to screw with him a little. Just for fun.

Like running your hand through his hair, letting his soft locks catch between your fingers so you could tug ever so slightly. Not hard, just enough to make him stumble over his words a little.

No one really caught on, so you got away with it.

Just like the times when he’d kiss you in front of all your friends and you’d let your hand linger on the front of his neck before gliding to rest on the back and pull him closer. You’d never been a fan of public displays of affection until JJ. The way he’d gasp against your lips before kissing you harder was worth it.

On more than one occasion your friends had joked about the two of you getting a room, or had heckled you for a kiss turning to a make out right in front of them. It didn’t bother you or JJ—in fact, you’d followed the first bit of advice more than once.

There were a lot of small things like that that you’d do mostly for your own amusement, but the most devious was probably what you were doing right now.

It was pretty late, basically night, and you two, plus your friends, were all sitting around John B’s porch. More specifically, JJ was sitting in a chair, and you were sitting in his lap. You were leaning against him with your legs thrown over the armrest. His hand loosely held your thigh, keeping you close.

Every once in a while, you’d sit up a little to whisper something into his ear. What you wanted to do to him, what you wanted him to do to you, the other colorful thoughts that were crossing your mind. You had to bite back laughter at the way his cheeks tinted pink and how his grip on your leg tightened as he tried to keep his cool.

You had perfected your sneakiness, being able to pick the right moments to do so. You always rejoined the conversation with no problem, but JJ had a bit of a harder time.

He started to get more fidgety, your teasing having an effect on him. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what was going on. The bulge in his pants pressing into you was pretty obvious.

You smiled a little to yourself as you waited to see what he’d do.

He broke sooner than you thought he would’ve. JJ tilted his head down, his lips resting by your ear.

“Can we go?” he whispered, not wanting anyone else to hear him.

JJ was never the type of guy to ask permission for anything—except with you. It was one of those fun little secrets you got to keep for just the two of you.

You pulled back to look at him, studying the way his pupils seemed to be wider and how he’d punctured his lip from biting it a little too hard.

If you had said no, he would’ve listened. He would’ve sat there and, for lack of a better term, probably creamed his jeans.

You thought about torturing him a little longer, but you were starting to feel just as needy as him.

“I think we’re gonna call it a night,” you announced calmly, faking a yawn. You got to your feet, smirking down at JJ. “You coming?”

He nearly choked, but grabbed your hand to leave when you extended it.

“See you guys later,” JJ managed, sounding more together than either of you seemed to expect.

Your friends all said goodnight, knowing you and JJ were a set. It wasn’t surprising that if you were leaving, he was too.

When you got off the porch, JJ took the lead and practically dragged you to your car. If you hadn’t been at your friend's house, you would’ve gone right to the back seat. Instead you got into the driver's side while JJ slammed the passenger door behind him with a huff.

“Chill out,” you teased as you started the engine.

“Your fault,” he accused, already squirming in his seat. “You’re the one that kept saying shit. You’re evil, you know that?”

You laughed, feeling his eyes on you while you drove. His glare wasn’t sincere, but you knew he was at least a little embarrassed.

“You love it,” you shot back. He didn’t argue because it was true. “I think it’s hot when you get all nervous.”

You pulled your car off down some old road that no one ever used. You parked on the side and shut off the car.

JJ registered what was happening almost immediately. You saw the way he perked up. Although, what really snapped him into action was when you climbed into the back seat.

“Care to join me?”

He didn’t need to be asked twice. The way clamored back was much less graceful than you had moved, but he was overcome with eagerness.

You let him lay you down and get on top of you, lips seeking out yours. He slotted himself between your legs and when he brushed against you, his hips jerked forward.

Whatever plans you hand flew out the window when JJ let out a deep moan and repeated the action—this time on purpose.

His body crushed yours beneath him, the kiss becoming sloppy as he focused more on the friction he was creating.

You held him against you, content to let him get off like this. Everything about the situation made your body flood with heat.

He trembled on top of you, and you knew he was getting close. JJ pulled back to look at you. He opened his mouth to speak, face flushed, looking like he only now just realized what he was doing.

“Keep going,” you urged in a whisper. Assurance was what he needed, you could see it in his desperate eyes. So, that’s what you gave him. “It’s okay, baby.”

JJ didn’t argue, instead grinding against you with more purpose, chasing his release. You swore you heard him whimper as his head dropped to your neck.

You let one of your knees bend, your leg almost wrapping around him. One hand reached to tangle into his hair. The light gasp at first contact quickly morphed into a moan when you pulled. His hips jerked, shoving harder between your legs. Even through the barriers of clothing, you could feel his cock throbbing.

Heavy pants escaped JJ lips, warming your skin. There was no space between your bodies as his arms wrapped under you, holding you against him. Like he couldn’t get enough.

You slid your hands beneath his shirt and raked your nails over his back, causing his whole body to shudder.

JJ groaned out your name, voice muffled against your skin as his hips began to stutter. His body tensed as he shoved forward. After a moment, he halted, completely pressed against you. It was like all the air left his lungs as he finished, warmth flooding both your body and the front of his pants.

He was still for a long moment, you could feel his heart racing and heard the ragged breaths he sucked in.

Before you could make a joke about him falling asleep, JJ lifted his head. He propped himself up with his arms and swallowed, coming down from his high.

You almost laughed when he sat back on his knees and looked down at himself, then at you.

“Fuck, I—I’m sorry,” he rushed out, face red.

That time, a chuckle did escape. You maneuvered yourself to sit up facing him.

You hummed, reaching for his face. You let your hand rub against his warm cheek.

“Don’t be,” you said, pulling him in for a kiss. Right before your lips pressed against his, you whispered, “It was hot.”

#what a sweet baby 🥹 #sammy’s smut recs #smut recs #sammy’s recs

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Sobbing. I’m in my chad phase leave me alone

the cigs after sex lipstick trend with chad im begging

chad's waiting for you to ask something. he's like a kid when he gets like this; figeting in his seat, his ears perking up every time you take a breath as if you're going to speak, only to shamefully look down when you sneeze or clear your throat.

he's waiting for you to ask him something. and it's been like this for a solid week and a half at this point.

you're racking your mind, trying to figure out if a movie or shoes that he's been anticipating is coming out sooner rather than later, or if you've even missed your anniversary or his birthday. but there's nothing on your calendar, and no hints in your text messages, so the best you can do for now is ignore it and possibly find a time to bring it up.

turns out, the time comes naturally.

you're sitting across from chad getting lunch, your slice of pizza almost demolished save for the crust.

without even having to ask, chad reaches over the table to grab your crust, and you smile as you turn your attention back to your phone. you've been mindlessly scrolling through tiktok for a few minutes now in an attempt to entertain yourself until chad finished stuffing himself with protein and other nutrients you just hoped would naturally come to you.

you scroll past an ad and stop on a video of a girl applying lipstick. you don't have to hear the audio in the crowded room to know what song is playing in the back, and you softly smile when the camera turns to their significant other, covered in kisses with the same shade of lipstick, just like you'd anticipated would happen.

"what's got you smiling over there? another picture of young keanu reeves?"

you lower your phone to look at chad with your mouth dropped open in shock, the corners of your lips turning up, amused that he knew you so well.

"no! ... not right now, at least."

chad snorts, takes a sip from his drink, and asks you again. "then what is it?"

you turn the volume up on your phone, lean forward slightly, and turn the screen to face chad. you watch his reaction as the short video plays, his face going from slightly uninterested, to interested, to something that looks similar to how he looks when he sees you after a long day.

"i've been waiting for you to bring this up." you laugh, because out of all things in the world, this is what your jock boyfriend wanted you to mention.

"so you wanna do it?"

his answer is immediate. "hell yeah!"

it's not until later that evening that you and chad have time to create the video. you're going for dinner with mindy, anika, sam and tara, and he's sitting on your bed while you finish getting ready, still fidgeting like he was before.

you watch him through the mirror, biting back a smile as you instead focus on preventing your mascara from going anywhere other than where you wanted it to. you cap off the tube, turn to face chad, and say: "ready?"

he nods curtly, reaching beside him to grab your purse, but you shake your head. "no, not to go. to make the video?"

then he grins, nods like a kid being asked if they want the newest action figure, and pats his lap to summon you over.

your phone is held in one hand, the lipstick in the other, and you hold down the red button to start the video.

playing it back, you watch as you purposefully mess up your lipstick, only to move slightly to the left to allow chad's face to appear over your right shoulder. he has kiss marks in the shade of your lipstick planted all over his face, a less prominent layer of the makeup slathered over his lips too, which are stretched in a pleased smile as he watches his reflection for a second before switching over to eye you. the video ends with him leaning in to kiss your cheek, jaw, and neck, and a split second appearance of your scrunched face before it cuts off.

taracarpp: so cute :(((

samuel.l.carpenter: you two are the cutest ever

anikaminaj: @ mindymm lets do this

ethanlaundry: when will it be my turn mindymm: @ ethanlaundry hopefully never :D

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when i know how to write again it will be SOMETHING !!

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When you get this you have to answer with 5 things you like about yourself, publicly. Then, send this ask to 10 of your favourite followers (positivity is cool)<3

My eyebrows

2. My boobs LMAO

3. My ability to not give up easily

4. My tendency to want to make most people feel heard

tagging: @eddiemunsonssoulmate @hopeful-hufflepuff-peeves @yungbludz @goldenroutledge @mxltifandoms06 + anyone else that'd like to join :)

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I remember when you were 18 on this account I can’t believe how many time it has been-

time has surely flown before our eyes anon :,)

#anon #anonymous asks #anon ask #anonymous ask

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I just seen your prompt for what you write for, I am actually surprised there’s no jack mercer fanfics, but could you pretty please write some jack mercer smut lol 😂 if not no worries! Maybe like you’re first time together?

UGHHHH I've been meaning to put out a Jack Mercer fic for the longest and I've lost motivation halfway through those that I've started :,) I will try to get out just as much as a drabble or anything for Jackie <3

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you're cool we should be friends <3

we should totes be friends!

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hi my babies! I've been gone for god knows how long now....I feel like complete and utter shit. so much has happened since the last time I was active on here, but I'll be active these next few days so please feel free to just say hi or anything like that! <3

I'll also be doing some theme changes and answering unanswered submissions in my inbox :)

#sammy rambles

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Lordy lord

hello beloved aali, for your prompt game i am humbly asking for— ❛ you're mine. you've always been mine. ❜ —with best boi kirishima eijirou <3 whatever kink you think fits best :P i hope u are well ! kissing u ! 😽💞

☆༉ — EIJIROU KIRISHIMA: 0-800-HOT GUY-HOTLINE.

line. ❛ you're mine. you've always been mine. ❜

extension. marking kink + fem!reader + nsfw.

things to note. thank u sainty baby!! hope u enjoy hehe

when he faces the world, kirishima is kind and gentle. he’s a favoured amongst all for his bright ruby eyes and friendly smile. 

but when you’re alone in your bedroom, he transforms into a completely different person — he can be rough, and mean and everything you need to get off.

“that’s it baby, lift your leg for me,” kirishima coos down to you condescendingly, the pads of his fingers sinking so deep into your fleshy thigh that it might bruise. it’s one of his favourite things, seeing all the places he’s left his claim on you the morning after — just the sight of every scratch or bump and bruise sends blood rushing straight to his drippy cock and love hormones to his brain. 

when eijirou gets like this — you can barely even think about the flash of pain shooting through you as he hoists your leg up high on his shoulder, overwhelming you with the feeling of how much deeper he can get at this ankle. his head shifts to the left, condescending smirk spreading across his lips and revealing pretty rows of sharpened pearly whites. “you like it like that, don’t you baby?” 

he presses a kiss to your calf, nipping it with his teeth and smirking when your buck upwards in response. 

your brain literally lags, barely able to handle the size of kirishima has he hangs over you — pressing you into the sheets as his heavy cock stretches you open. he pushes on despite the resistance of your tiny, weeping little hole. the public wouldn’t believe you if you their beloved red riot got like this, panting like a dog in heat, a drooling mess over you whenever he got the chance to fuck you. the sight is a picture of scandal, your cream foaming a tight ring around the base of his shaft, smearing about the place every time the red head plunges into your welcoming heat. 

“oh, baby… listen to you, so fuckin’ soaked for me, oh god?” eijirou simpers lowly, a growl brewing within his broad chest at the feeling of you tightening around him. his dick slots perfectly against your squelching walls, and the crude and lewd sound of your sexes smacking together makes him so dizzy that his head drops to your neck weakly. 

“uhuh, all f’you,” you manage to gasp out from underneath him — trapped between kirishima’s bulking body as he pounds into you and the sweaty sheets that stick to your back, tainted with both of your arousals. 

the way you sound so breathless drives eijirou insane, you’ve got him losing his cool and losing himself in you — brutally swinging his hips into you without giving your swollen, salacious cunt a second thought. “god, fuck— c’mere baby, c’mere,” he seethes meanly as if you’re not already impossibly close. a weighty hand snakes around your neck, a thumb resting on your subtle Adam’s apple as kirishima pulls your throat up to his hungry mouth. “gonna mark this pretty fuckin’ throat up, needa— holy shit!”

he cuts himself off, your ribbed walls fluttering around his monstrous dick, suffocating him inside of you. instead of rambling on with slurred speech— kirishima pacifies himself by sucking on your neck, his teeth scraping your supple skin, sinking into it to leave his mark. his groans change to sweet, high pitched moans and pleasure smooths over his frenzied brain. 

he doesn’t care now, that his teeth are sharp and pointed — he only cares for the way you wail in surprise as he leaves dark hues up and down your shoulders and neck. it’s his mark of possession, that you’re his and only his. eijirou’s hot tongue soothes the blistering love bites that he leaves on you while his arm wraps around the back of your head to keep you caged in beneath him. 

“you're mine,” the red head growls between panting in pockets, lungs heaving in sync with yours — chest to chest, pelvis to pelvis. “you've always been mine.” he reaffirms, sucking just under your ear too. mostly anywhere he can get access to. “love seeing you covered in me, no one else can have you like this. right, baby?”

you’d reply if you could, but you’re too busy choking on your pitiful groans that tell him you’re close to cumming. your nails scale their way down the muscles of his back — marking eijirou up in your own way too. letting him know he’s just as much yours, as you are his.

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