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giuliettagaltieri · 3 months

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Claim the Heritage

Pairing: President!Coriolanus Snow x First Lady!Reader

Chapter Synopsis: The Wife

Warning: casual dominance, marital quarrels, tension, vulnerability, explicit smut, cunnilingus, p in v, unprotected sex, body worship, brat taming, self destructive tendencies

Word Count: 4364

6 of 6

Coriolanus Snow has a knack of pushing himself too far.

He expects too much from himself and does everything in his power to meet those expectations.

As a student and a starting politician, he has done great things, contributing fresh insights to Panem. And now that he is the President, he has the power to do things with his own hands. No longer having to need the approval of people of higher status, not when he’s the President, nobody has power greater than his.

You worry that he might be forgetting his other responsibilities.

He is after all, not just Mister President but also your husband.

You see him often in the corridors and you exchange nothing more than sultry glances. It was fun the first time you have done it but you are left wanting now.

At night, the two of you come home late, too tired to get some action going.

You have needs that long to be fulfilled.

And your unfed desires manifested in your temper.

The men in the room are discussing the recent power outage that paralyzed Panem for a day. A malfunction caused by severe water temperatures in the hydroelectric dam in District 5 caused a cascading error in the system. The Capitol and a portion of District 1 and 2 were able to continue their operation due to generators but the other Districts suffered from it. And the one day pause of labor caused a slight drop to Panem’s stock charts.

All eight of your husband’s subordinates are trying to raise their opinions about the matter, how they will conduct another investigation as they are quite convinced it was human error, and how they will punish the one responsible for it too.

Their voices are starting to irritate you, making you tap your foot under the desk. Coriolanus seems to be ignoring them as he reads through the report. How he can manage to focus, you have absolutely no idea.

You try to regain your composure by taking a sip of water but it does not help, not one bit. Deep intakes of breath also seem to be not working.

Coriolanus is still reading the report, his back against his chair as one of his hands toy with his pen. His fingers are looking rather breathtaking today.

You look away before anyone could notice your desperation.

“Frankly, you are all arguing about matters that have been resolved already.” He murmurs and you are thankful for it as the room quiets down.

“What do you mean sir?”

You bite your cheek to stop yourself from berating the man. But Coriolanus can see that arch in your brow any day. You are pissed.

“You have something to say, wife?” He smiles knowingly at you and you look at him sharply but his smile only widens more.

“Well, all of you are being foolish!” You finally burst. Coriolanus leans back in his chair as if he is watching a rather interesting show. “There is a report given, and a very good one at that. Do you all have poor reading comprehension that you cannot understand that this is not a human error!”

The room falls silent as the men stare at you with their cheeks pinking in embarrassment.

Coriolanus clears his throat and leans closer to his desk. “I believe what the Missus wants to say is that we must be coming up with solutions to prevent this from happening again rather than point fingers.”

You glare at him again but Coriolanus is not looking at you but the men who are nodding in agreement. You hear a chorus of apologies from the men and you can’t help your bottom lip from jutting out in irritation.

“We can strengthen the system. A collaboration with District 3, perhaps?” A man says nervously, eyes flitting to you for approval but you don’t acknowledge him.

The other men raise their support. They have to stay in your good graces. All eight of them are dispensable. If you talk to your husband to eliminate them, there will be nothing they can do.

They are proud men, but they too are necessary associates, albeit shortsighted at times.

You lean on your chair and swivel it so you are partially facing your husband. “Another source of power.”

He nods at you to continue.

“A solar plant.” You say. “It is a good back up.”

Coriolanus rubs his chin and considers it for a moment. “Indeed. May I ask you to write a proposal, my love?”

“Of course.” You say and you begin tidying up your stuff. Coriolanus picks it up and addresses the men in general.

“I appreciate your…enthusiasm in helping our great nation. Good day, gentlemen.”

They all file out of the room, thanking the President and you. They all seem to sweat when you dismiss them with nothing but a brief nod.

Coriolanus leaves his chair and he eyes the pout in your lips.

“Have a great day.” You say as you stand.

“Leaving so soon?” He raises a brow.

You stop in your tracks to look at him weirdly. “You asked me to write a proposal?”

He hums at this and presses a chaste kiss on your lips. “I will be seeing you at lunch, then.” He guides you to the door and you both exit the meeting room to go to your separate offices.

His behavior is really really starting to irk you.

You are lying if you were not hoping that he would stop you and at least help out with the tension in your body.

But you guess not, he is a busy guy after all.

Coriolanus buries himself more and more with work.

You worry that he might be close to self-destruction.

The crops in District 9 suffered from a locust infestation and it kept him up very late for a few weeks.

You started to miss him very much. Try as you might to stay awake in your room, it is not until nearly sunrise when he joins you.

It hurts and you hate yourself for being selfish.

One morning as you share your breakfast, you notice that he is barely touching his food as he reads the report about the red tide poisoning in District 4.

“Corio, eat.” You say before your lips wrap around a strawberry.

He only hums in response as he flips to the next page of the report.

You glance at him and see the dark circles under his eyes, his skin looking dehydrated, and it is evidenced by the cracks in his lips.

“You will die before you turn thirty if you keep that up.” You say lowly before you suck on your finger absentmindedly, your eyes now scanning your bowl for the next strawberry you’ll eat.

This caught his attention.

“What did you just say?” There was a challenge in his voice and you hesitate for a moment, heart wanting to submit and apologize but the Swansworth blood courses through your veins and you fear you will shame the strong women before you if you fold so easily.

You look at him dead in the eye. “You will die before you turn thirty if you keep that up.” You smile at him sweetly. “Was that clear enough for you, or do I have to repeat myself again?”

His jaw tightens, his eyes sharp. He does not take mentions of his death lightly. Had you been anyone else, you would have your tongue cut off and live as an Avox.

“You really are your father’s daughter.” He sighs, trying his best to hide the amused smile you put on his face.

You wanted to retort but your words die in your tongue. Coriolanus glances up at you when you don’t speak. Usually, you would have bitten another comment at him. But you were only looking at your strawberries sadly, finger tracing the bowl that held them.

The sound of paper crinkling had you looking up. He folded the report away, he had the necessary information he needed anyway. Coriolanus knows you are watching him and he scoops a mouthful of truffle scrambled eggs. You gave him the sweetest smile he had seen on your face for weeks, and it was motivation enough for him to eat the breakfast that was served to him. Yet, he still finishes first.

You pout unknowingly when he wipes his lips with the napkin and walks over to kiss your forehead.

“I will be seeing you later for your report.”

“See you.” You reply with less enthusiasm.

He watches how sadness swam in your eyes and he leans closer to peck your lips and he is off.

You did not have much energy for work afterwards.

The meeting was at 10 in the morning and you arrived in the meeting room at 10:02. Coriolanus was not pleased.

He did not back you up when the other men in the room asked questions about your presentation. It was their job to pick apart your proposal and you only show them how flawless it is. They are finally satisfied with it after a while, your throat burning from how many questions they asked.

You are infuriated with your husband. You feel like he is throwing you to the wolves. Not that you can’t tame the said wolves but it made your blood boil.

“I have decided to call this solar plant, Coriolanus 9.” You attempt a smile and they actually bite. “In honor of our President, and us.” You purposefully let yourself blend in with the men in this proposal. You need to boost their morale from time to time.

All eight of them murmur their agreement, smiles wide as they feel honored just by being included in the project.

After a few more questions from them, your husband finally adjourns the meeting.

His lack of support was not appreciated and you are determined to get out of this stuffy meeting room.

“Gentlemen, that would be all.”

What about you?

Your lips part in protest but Coriolanus raises a finger at you, making you close your mouth as you narrow your eyes at him.

After the men filed out, you got up briskly, your chair wheeling back in a great speed.

“Careful.”

“Oh, so you’re talking now?” You snap, your hand placed on your hip.

Coriolanus only leans on his chair as he looks you in the eye, his chin tilted upwards.

“I am…” he pauses as he scratches his chin. “upset with you.”

You scoff. “You are upset with me? I am upset with you!” You point at him harshly. “You were the one who asked me to make a proposal and present it afterwards! But what did you do? You did not support me or give me assurance!”

“I was confident in your proposal.” Coriolanus stands up calmly, his hands in his pockets, his thumb jutting out.

You give him one final glare and you huff, turning your nose up as you look away. “I am done talking to you today.”

Coriolanus grips your arm before you can walk away.

His hand is warmer than usual and you frown.

“Do you need me to put you in your place?”

The threatening growl in his voice washed away all the fight in you.

You bite your lip nervously, the entire bottom lip disappearing behind a row of teeth. You shake your head and you tear up from how pathetic you have become for this man.

He smooths your hair and places a warm kiss against your temple. “Be good.” He murmurs.

You watch him collect his things and he throws you one final warning glance and he exits the meeting room. Your hands grip the hardwood table to steady yourself.

How dare he!

You are his wife, not some District whore that needs to be reprimanded, you will not allow such disrespect again!

Coriolanus is not surprised to see you miss lunch. His assistant tells him that you are having luncheon with Mrs. Plinth. And that…you canceled all your plans for the day. And the rest of the week.

He taps a finger on his desk and wonders if he pushed you too far earlier.

Coriolanus glances at your photo in his desk. Your smile was brighter then.

A slight pounding in his head makes him grimace and he groans.

There were two more bills he needed to get through before he could relax. Coriolanus inhales sharply, forcing his eyes to read through the files.

It was night time when he came home. He missed dinner again.

Coriolanus had an unsettling feeling in his stomach when he entered your home. It was dark and cold.

There was enough security outside but no signs of life inside.

Your servants usually retire after dinner and come back only in the mornings to serve you your breakfast.

But where are you?

Coriolanus doubles his steps to check your bedroom, you are not there.

His heart starts pounding, cold sweat dripping from his temple as he runs around his mansion in his tight suit. He wanted to ask the peacekeepers stationed outside if you are even in your mansion when he catches a glimpse of your sheer robe in your sunroom. He steps closer and sees you there, asleep in your plush chair, curled up around a book.

For a moment, he just stares at you, calming himself down. No one has taken you and you did not leave. Coriolanus seats himself to the identical chair across you and just looks at the rise and fall of your chest.

You must have fallen asleep as you were having your afternoon read. It appears you might have missed dinner, as none of the lights are on. The servants must have left it off so as to not disturb your sleep.

The night deepens and he just sits there, still convincing himself that you are still with him.

Coriolanus believes he will be there until morning comes but fate has other plans and your book slips from your hold, the hardcover making a loud slamming noise against the otherwise silent evening.

You jolt awake from the noise and when you reach for it, you catch a glimpse of him and you jolt for the second time.

“Heavens!” You clutch your chest tightly, your eyes glaring accusingly at him. “Do not scare me like that!”

He laughs hollowly.

“Apologies.” He mutters.

You lean back in your chair, holding your book in your lap.

“Have you eaten your dinner?” You ask just to break the silence.

“Not yet and neither did you.” He uncuffs his sleeves and loosens his tie.

You purse your lips. “I had tea and cakes this afternoon.”

“When did tea and cakes pass as dinner?” He drapes his waistcoat on the armrest together with his tie.

You choose not to answer as you have a feeling the question was rhetorical.

Coriolanus rests his arms on his thighs and clasps his hands as the silence lengthens. Moonlight was emitting a pale glow, it reflected on your faces and everything else was still.

“My father casts a very large shadow.” He tells you.

You nod. You both have that in common. But you do not want to tell him as his case was different. You are aware of his struggle while growing up, the things he has done that could have tarnished his name, and now, he has become the President, a leader of Panem, and the footsteps that his father left for him to follow might be too large for him.

“I wanted to do everything right. To do things how he would have done it. Maybe even more.”

You play with the edges of your book as you listen, afraid that if you’ll talk, his walls will come building itself up again.

“He was not the best father. Nor husband.” He chuckles bitterly. “I was sure, I would be just like him too.”

You bite your lip as you will yourself not to cry in front of him.

“But I enjoy your company, wife.” Coriolanus tells you truthfully. “I love you.” He confesses, making your chest tighten. “I do not wish for this marriage to fail.”

You cannot help how a tear rolls down your cheek.

“Come here.” He commands and you throw yourself to him, sobbing to his chest. “I am terribly sorry for being a lousy husband.”

Your tears soak his dress shirt as Coriolanus peppers kisses on your head.

“Been neglecting my wife, how awful of me.” His hand grips on your bum possessively. “When she should have been worshiped day by day.” His tone changes ever so slightly into something you hear only inside your bedroom walls.

You do not protest when he lays you on the chaise lounge. Your sobs turn to sniffles when Coriolanus parts your thighs and bunches your dress until it shows your abdomen.

“Corio.” You whisper his name like a prayer and he mumbles yours against your skin. You watch as he plants his lips on your scar. A scar that you got from taking a bullet for him.

It was not the last time you whispered his name in the dead of the night.

“Your petals always have the sweetest nectar.” He groans and you feel yourself shy away, hips hiking up and away from him but his arms tighten their hold around your thighs and he looks at you from there, his eyes giving you a silent warning.

“S-sorry-ah!” You gasp as his tongue darts out to lick the juices off your slit. His tongue pokes at your pearl and you break eye contact with him when he wraps his lips on your tiny nub.

Coriolanus looks at you with his eyes now lazy but his tongue, the opposite!

He kisses you and in an act of total impulsiveness, starts tracing his name on your clit. Coriolanus Snow was owning you in every way possible.

He had you reduced to your most carnal self. Your hands were on his platinum hair, gripping them tightly in your hold, selfishly pulling him in. Your thighs are resting on his broad shoulders. And your cunt, it was making a mess on your chaise lounge and on your husband’s face.

Coriolanus groans as he parts your lips so he could kiss your opening. His thick finger, that you have been craving, sliding on your juices before he plunges it knuckle-deep. It might have been a mistake on his part given your sensitivity after having to be forced to join him in his self-induced celibacy. Your lewd mewl brought rouge to his cheeks.

You bring your hands to your mouth to hush yourself and Coriolanus took that as a challenge. He sits up, sitting on his ankles to press your thigh to your chest as his finger prods at you from the inside.

You are writhing underneath him. Telling him how good he is making you feel. Oh, and he reveled in it. Every sound that comes from your lips, it fueled his desire more and more.

A second finger was added and you shriek from the stretch, it has been a while, he needs to be more gentle! But Coriolanus cannot help himself when you look so pretty. Your cheeks wet with tears, eyelashes clumping up, as your hands formed tiny fists. Any form of his self control has disappeared when you are gushing and pulsating around his fingers.

He knows you’re nearly there, so close!

You pant, closing your eyes as his fingers massaged your walls, coaxing you to climb higher and higher and-

“Coriolanus!” You yell furiously when he pulls his fingers out.

Your husband grins at you as he wipes his face from your slick.

“I seem to recall that someone was not a very good girl this morning?” His hands trailed at your hips and you almost tear up from frustration.

He was supposed to be making it up to you! He had no reason to bring up the events this morning.

In an act of defiance, you huff and you reach your own sex to flick at your clit. Your fingers are more delicate, making you gasp at the gentle pleasure.

Coriolanus grins as he watches you play with yourself. Enjoying how you grow more and more frustrated as you cannot give yourself the same pleasure. You shriek angrily as you pull your fingers away, you slam your tiny feet on the chaise and Coriolanus laughs.

“Are you done being a brat?”

You are too stubborn to answer but you do not stop him when he maneuvers you until you are on your stomach, you groan softly in discomfort when he pulls your hips so your cunt is presented to him beautifully.

His fingers are prodding your entrance again and you mewl when he pops his tip in. Coriolanus stays there for a moment as his hands, rough from his time as a peacekeeper, grips on your waist firmly.

“There’ll be no stopping, alright?” He reminds you. “We’re done when I say we’re done.”

You lift your head from the plush of the chaise lounge and you give him a nod.

“Put your head back down, my love.”

You do as he tells you and you brace yourself.

Coriolanus enters you with a sharp thrust, and your whimper is muffled by the cushions. Your husband thrusts at a steady speed, his eyes watching the impact ripple on your body.

Your breath hitches with every kiss his tip makes on your cervix. Every slap of his hips against you makes the crudest sound, sending a jolt of arousal through you. President Snow is a man of the most refined of tastes, the pinnacle of order. But when he beds you, he is just as raw, just as unrestrained.

“Don’t know why I deprived myself of your wet cunt for so long.” And his mouth spewing the most vulgar of things.

He uses his weight to push you further in the mattress so he can fuck you deeper. Your cunt spasms and you moan shakily, almost sobbing.

“Chase it, my love.” He groans deeply.

And you unravel, lewd sobs spilling from your polished tongue as your back arches, cunt creaming around his cock.

Coriolanus watches you sob, your shoulders shaking as his thrusts do not relent. His eyes flicker to where your bodies meet, your warm juices are dripping on his taut sack.

“Corio…Corio please! I don’t think I can anymore….”

“Hm?” He reaches to grab your chin. “Thought I told you that we’re only done when I say so?”

You look at him with tears sliding down your cheeks. You can’t even focus on him, body shuddering when your tummy feels another tight coil.

Coriolanus inhales sharply when he feels the familiar pulsation of your warm softness.

His tip twitches as it bumps your plump cervix. And when you call his name with your broken voice as you cum, he shoots his seed in you.

“Hah…hah.”

He is panting from on top of you, his hand placed against your bottom to keep himself up.

Coriolanus gently pulls himself out, watching the gossamer webbing of your arousal on his cock. He smacks your bum and you tighten your cunt to keep his seed from spilling. He scoots closer so he is holding you, your back against his chest as your legs tangled together.

The two of you gaze at the moon from the enormous windows of your sunroom. It was calm again. Nothing but your heartbeats and the gentle breathing lulling each of you closer to sleep.

“Corio.” You call his name softly.

He hums in response as he pulls you closer, just needing to feel you against him.

“The people of Panem are not your fucking masters.”

His brows meet and he glances at you, wondering where all of this is coming from.

“They cannot have you always cleaning up their mess like you are some District servant.”

He shifts you so you are facing him now. His stern brows meet to let you know you are on thin ice.

“You govern your people. You don’t coddle them. Let the District officials do their job. They must learn to solve their own problems and the Capitol Bureaucrats must see to it that they are doing it in ways that align with your judgment. And you lead them from the top.”

“Why are you telling me this?”

You yawn like the adorable thing you are. “So Snow lands on top.”

He clicks his tongue smoothly. “You are only attracted to power.”

“My love.” You say rather darkly. “You are power.”

Coriolanus falls silent, contemplating your words, letting himself process it.

He sighs as he looks at you in endearing defeat. “You just want a vacation, don’t you?”

You fight back a smile as you smack his chest.

“I am being serious, Coriolanus Snow.”

He pulls you closer, teeth glinting as he snickers. “I understand that, Y/N Snow.”

“Y/N Swansworth-Snow.” You remind him and he laughs.

“Of course, of course.”

You lean your head on his chest and your cheek soaks his warmth.

“You know, you are not your father, Corio.”

He winces. “I know…I’m just-”

“You are better.”

That sinks deep in him.

He now understands why there was something in you that pulled him in. No one in Panem, or in this world, could understand his soul in its most naked form. You are his stability. Someone whom he cannot scare away when he is darkest.

Because it seems like you might be exactly just like him. Just as cruel, just as evil, with no regards to anyone but each other.

And he is fine with that, even if the world is burned to ash around you.

“My love for you is catastrophic.” Coriolanus murmurs against your skin and you smile as you close your eyes.

You run your finger on his chest. “And my love for you is all-consuming.”

Coriolanus and you are obsessive, ablazed with reckless passion, villainous in nature, but it is easy to justify when you are both equally drunk with dangerous devotion.

The people of Panem be damned.

The odds will forever be in your favor.

Hunt for Glory

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sweetiecutie · 7 months

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Part five: strap on 🩷 Kinktober Masterlist 🩷

Pairing: Valeria Garza x fem! Reader

Warnings: NSFW, mdni, strap on, overstimulation, mommy kink, lesbians in love

- Aw, what’s the matter hermosa? Is it too much for you to take? - Valeria tutted at your squealing, her fingers gripping your thighs even harder, blunt nails leaving bright semi-circles on your skin. Her hips snapped hard against yours, 7 inch strap burying deep inside your raw pussy, silicone tip of was nudging your poor cervix, causing a small bulge to appear on your tummy.

- Can’t… Can’t take more mommy, - you whined, writhing in her tight grip. She’s been at it for hours, holding your legs opened wide, fucking you into a babbling senseless mess, wringing one orgasm out of you after another. Your whole body shook with intensity of pleasure, toes curling every time Valeria shoved all of her length in your sopping cunt, your juices covering her lower stomach, causing bronze skin glisten wetly.

- It’s up to me wether you can take more or not, - her stern voice boomed, dominant tone she uttered these words with made your cunny clench desperately around thick shaft, eyes rolling back into your skull as it grazed all the sweetest spots inside of you repeatedly. - Look at you, so pretty on mommy’s strap. You’ve been thinking about this whole day, haven’t you? Sending me those photos like a needy little bitch, just wanting me to destroy you completely.

You only managed to nod your head, too cockdrunk to form a coherent sentence. You did feel needy, thinking that sending Valeria a few nudes in that sexy new set you got recently was a good idea. Well, it worked all too well - her bending you over first flat surface in your house seconds after finally getting back home, nimble fingers scissoring your drooling pussy open before fucking her biggest strap inside of your greedy warmth, making you purr and squeal under your wife’s rough touch.

Valeria reached for your tits, grabbing a handful of soft pudge, cruel fingers twisting your nipple out, mixing slight pain into concoction of pleasure, turning your brain into thoughtless mush. Her other had was busy bullying your swollen clit, each swipe of calloused fingertip against exposed tip sent electric shocks running up and down your spine, setting your nerves alight. Your back arched off soft mattress, hands gripping onto now messy sheets, needing something to hold onto.

- Fuck, mami, gonna cum! Can I please cum? Please… - you wailed, a heavy feeling setting in the pit of your stomach, thick strap ramming in and out of you along with Valeria’s relentless abuse on your clit drew you closer to your orgasm. Your eyes watered with tears of pleasure as you gazed up at Garza, a smug smirk curled her lips as black eyes studied your every smallest feature intently.

- Yes, you can cum, - she said finally, her voice a bit breathy from exertion with which she was fucking you. And with that a dam broke - thick pleasure crashed over you like a tidal wave, subduing all the colors and sounds around, only leaving place for pure euphoria to ripple through your veins.

Valeria fucked you through your high, prolonging it as much as she could, trying to burn your precious expression in her brain, sexy sounds of your release made her heart beat faster with excitement. As you slowly came back to your senses a satisfied grin made its way onto your flushed face; you puckered out your lips indicating that you wanted a kiss, in which Valeria gladly indulged.

There really wasn’t anything else Valeria needed - all she has ever longed for was here, laying underneath her and giggling at her in post-coital giddiness, causing Garza’s cold soldier heart to skip a beat at intensity of her adoration for you.

But well, maybe pulling one more orgasm out of you would make Valeria even happier?

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billysgun · 4 months

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kicking

billy the kid x wife!reader |requested!|billy is making you breakfast, wondering how he got so lucky with you when your baby starts kicking|

your back arches slightly to take the pressure off it, hand sliding to your swollen stomach as you grab two eggs.

"woah woah, what do you think you're doin'?" a sleepy billy, still in his drawers comes to take the eggs from your grip

"makin' us breakfast" you answer, brows furrowed as he shakes his head

"nah, dear. you sit." he guides you to the dining table next to the counter while you protest, but he just laughs.

"you're growing my child..I'm gonna make you breakfast, love!"

you huff as you push your fist into your cheek, he kisses your forehead before cracking the eggs onto the hot pan

"I'm not glass, billy" you mumble, he only chuckles as he flips the eggs

"no, but that baby is. and I'll be dammed if anything happens to you both" he says with a smile, a few flips later they were served to you on a porcelain plate and you devoured it. as you stood to place it in the sink, you felt his arms wrap around your waist, holding your child-filled tummy as he kissed up your neck

"when he comes I'm gonna teach him how to ride a horse and make his mother breakfast..." he babbles into your neck and you can't help the laugh that escapes you

"he?" you question and he spins you around while happily nodding

"uhuh! my little boy is in there!" he announces, peppering your warm cheeks with kisses

"well...we'll see in a few more months" you tell him and he groans

"why does it take so long? I want my baby now!" he whines like a child on your lips and you shush him with a kiss

his hands explore your body while he kisses you deeper, rubbing over your stomach as a smile finds his busy lips

"mmm...maybe a few more months isn't that bad...I love my girl like this" he hums on your lips and you smack his bare arm playfully

"he can hear you!" you point to your stomach and he laughs, moving to his knees as he kisses your tummy

"hi baby...can you cover your ears for a moment...if they're formed yet...your mother believes they are because I can't talk about how much I love her without bein' told you're listening..." he rants about you to your unborn child as you giggle along

"kick if you can hear me" he whispers and you gasp, backing up, he stood, eyes wide with worry

"is everything alright?"

"he kicked! he kicked you jackass!" you have a huge grin as you wrap your arms around him, he kissed your lips with a smile as he chuckled

"well don't teach him to swear!" he added and you dug your nose into his bare shoulder as you wondered how life could get any better with you, your baby, and your husband.

an: AHHHH THANK YOU ALL FOR 500 FOLLOWERS OMG!! <333 dad billy to celebrate!!! 🥳 💞

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jaebeomsbitch · 6 months

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Mine (E.M.)

Summary: Possessive Eddie... that's it.

Warnings: MINORS DNI, PinV, unprotected, slight breeding kink.

A/N: No plot at all... Please let me know of other kinks for kinktober (that are appropriate (!)) that y'all would like me to write next!

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You had no indication what spurred him on. Absolutely no clue at how you’d end up tonight. Your boyfriend was horny, that was obvious from the way his hands were on your ass grabbing a handful of fat when no one would notice, fingertips sliding up the inside of your skirt tracing the line of your panties, whispered dirty words in your ear.

That still didn’t explain how you ended up here. Your legs on Eddie’s shoulders, thighs pressed deep into your chest with Eddie’s weight.

“Mine, you’re fucking mine” he growls, hips pistoning into you. The force jolting you up on the bed, his balls slapping into your ass, loud moans and answered “yours.”

His tongue delves into your mouth possessively trying to sear the taste of his mouth into yours. He wants you to remember the taste every second you’re not with him, remind you that you belong to him and him only.

You were never one to want to belong to a man but when he’s nipping at your neck marking you up with hickies and grunting out “mine, you fucking belong to me.” Your heart pounds into your ribs, eyes rolling back, your slick juices sliding down to your ass in a way you’ve never felt before.

“This fucking pussy’s made f’me. Bet no other guy can fuck you like I can, huh? Can’t this greedy little cunt up, look at her she’s fucking pulling me in begging for my cum” he groans, staring at the way your pussy swallows up his length. There’s a thick white line of your pent up juices around the base of his cock.

“A- mmm I-“ incoherent broken noises leave your throat trying desperately to answer but your brain can’t hold onto a string of thought. Every slap of skin against skin sends a jolt up your spine, scrambling your brain further. When did he shift positions?

His strong hands hold your thighs into your stomach, cock slamming into you so hard you lose your breath for a second. You brain feels fuzzy as you try and gasp for breath. Heaving in small puffs of air with difficulty. The loss of oxygen giving you a head high as the shocks of pleasure jolt up your body.

Your fingers grip the sheets, your head thrashing in the pillow as you barrel towards your orgasm like a pinhole in a dam ready to break. You clench your teeth, pussy fluttering, stomach tightening. Eddie’s heavy breath and murmurs of “fucking cum slut, wanna be mine forever huh? Want me to fill you up” and “pussy’s mine, belong to me” vaguely flits into your ears.

The band tightens into a place you’d never thought you could reach. You heave for air, coming hard with a loud cry. You tremble under him like a woman possessed. Drool dripping down your chin, eyes in the back of your skull, back arched impossibly, jaw slacked, tongue moving wildly with gibberish.

“Oh- fuck” Eddie practically whines, the hard press of his hipbones onto your ass bringing you back down to earth as he cums inside you. You grip the sheets tighter pulling them off the corners as you feel the heat of his cum inside you. The schlick of your combined cum filling the room as he slows down with pants of his own.

Hands letting go of your thighs leaving back red marks that will bruise tomorrow. His arms shake as he slowly pulls out of your sopping cunt, his eyes rolling back at the sight of your pussy dripping with his cum fluttering around nothing.

He collapses besides you, arm thrown over your waist, heavy breaths into your neck.

“Fuck” he whispers, voice raspy from all his screaming dirty talk.

“What the fuck was that for?” You grunt, opening your eyes slowly looking down at your sweaty boyfriend.

“Just wanted to remind you” he murmur, nuzzling into your neck.

“Well what a fucking reminder” you laugh breathlessly.

#eddie munson #eddie munson / reader #eddie munson boyfriend #eddie Munson smut #smut #kinktober #eddie munson x reader #Eddie Munson/ you #eddie munson x you #kinktober 2023 #female reader #eddie munson x female reader #possesiveness #possessive eddie #no plot just vibes #eddie munson imagine

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Tell Me.

Miguel O'Hara x Fem!Reader

TW: MINORS DNI, SMUT, P IN V, CREAMPIE, PRAISE, NIPPLE PLAY, MINIMAL PLOT, YOU CRY DURING SEX

Word count: a little over 600 ish.

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Telling Miguel how much you love him and how much you need him while he's fucking you.

Position-wise, in missionary or in lotus. Anything where you're gazing directly at each other, eye to eye. Crimson ruby of his eyes blown wide. A most intimate portal between two souls where the love can move freely in both directions. No loud sounds escaping him so much as those soft whimpers that you find so endearing.

"Dime(tell me)..." he implores you, his rough, sweet breaths and pants against you. The angelic face of your lover spurring you on.

Somehow, with him it just comes. The words flow seamlessly. A dam gently breaking. Ink swiftly bleeding. Hearts calmly stirring. His soul is burning.

Words on a string tugged from the profound depths of your heart become soft whispers in his ear as his veiny cock slides in and out of you in tender love-making.

"I n-need you...in every way there is to need another person..."

Miguel rumbles a low hiss at your words, closing his eyes as if he's in fervent prayer. "God..."

"...so fiercely, so...completely...right now...I need you physically, carnally...until the night runs out....Until you can't use me anymore. Until there's no more of your cum you can leave inside of me...."

Miguel's eyebrows knit with passion and his jaw inches open as he pants over you. "Yes..."

"I want to take you in every way...in every position..."

Miguel groans loudly, slowing down his hips in steady rhythm with every word that tumbles from your lips, as though he were punctuating each one.

"I think about you......every day. Every. moment. Mnhhh...that I'm not with you..."

"What do you think about me, hermosa...?" He begs. "Tell me...please..."

"I think about your eyes...how you look when you kiss me.... I think about your arms, how you f-feel when you hold me...I think about your voice...how you sound when you fuck me..."

"Mierda(shit)..." He lovingly presses his forehead against yours, taking your jaw in his fingers, his breaths picking up. "Don't stop..."

"Every bit of you....every inch of you..."

"Oh my God..." He frantically litters kisses all down your neck.

"Nobody...yearns for you...as much as I do.... Miggy!" You whine and shut your eyes, clutching onto him as bury your face in his shoulder.

"I've got you..." he murmurs, paying special attention to your breasts. He pauses his tempo as he indulges in one of his favorite parts of you, all the while he savors the way your weeping pussy hugs his cock, delaying both of your peaks so he could love you longer.

"Baby..."

"Relájate para mi...(Relax for me)" He ever so lightly bites your nipples.

You deliciously arch your back, sucking in air through clenched teeth, "Ohhh I can't..."

"You can, baby... it's alright..." he coaxes, moving up to kiss you again. "Look at how perfectly I fit inside you..."

He slowly begins thrusting, slowly starts moving his cock inside your pussy once again.

"You were made just for me....made only for me..." He whispers.

He soothes you with a tender kiss.

"Go on, cariño..." He murmurs into your mouth, his thrusts speeding up. "Let me hear you, please...I ache for you..."

The vulnerability and rawness of this moment where your bodies are intertwined in the most intimate act revealed the profound weight of your emotions and escaped you with delicate tears cascading down your cheeks.

Your voice rasps under the heavy weight of his body pounding you into the bed,

"I love you...so damn much...I've n-never loved anyone...like I love you..."

After he cums inside you, his lips capture your tears as he hugs you close against his thrumming heart. He utters,

"And I'll never stop..."

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#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #atsv miguel #miguel x reader #miguel atsv #miguel ohara #miguel o'hara smut #miguel ohara smut #spiderman 2099 smut #miguel o'hara x fem!reader #miguel ohara x fem!reader #miguel o'hara imagine #miguel o'hara x you

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Ahhh I love your work! I was going to ask if you could write one where miguel had forgotten about the scratch marks reader had left on him last night and a few of the spiders notice and start teasing him about it!!

marked up

pairing: miguel o’hara x fem reader

contents: smut, unprotected p in v, scratching

author’s note: so i changed the time of day because i think they would’ve healed by the morning if i did it at night (idk if that makes sense, i’m sry) 🥸 happy holidays btw :p

word count: 2k

Your soft moans filled up the room as Miguel thrust into you, his hips moving quickly against yours as the birds began to chirp outside your window. "You look so pretty in the morning, mi dulzura. Linda como un ángel, could never get tired of this view," he spoke quietly, the words engraved into your skin as his mouth went to your neck. (my sweet. pretty like an angel) Your hands gripped his back as he grabbed the pillow underneath you, angling your hips for a deeper thrust. Your nails raked down his back as the tip of cock got deeper, touching your cervix. “So deep," you moaned out, looking up at him to see his eyes completely black, his pupils blown.

"You can take it. Siempre lo haces," he responded, bringing his head down as his tongue swirled over your nipples. (you always do) Your back arched at the contact, your legs beginning to shake as he brought his hand over to rub on your clit. "Always take this cock so good for me, wish I could just spend all day buried inside you," Miguel added, his tongue swirling around your nipple. Your nails scratched at Miguel’s back ruthlessly, clawing and taking your way down as you felt the muscles tense underneath your touch. You get your orgasm building up slowly, a dam threatening to burst with every snap of his hips. Your legs began to shake underneath his grasp, your nails digging into the flesh of his back as he buried his head into your shoulder.

"You can do it, I know you can. You've done it plenty times before. Make me proud," he whispered into your ear, his pace remaining the same as he worked through your orgasm. Your mouth was parted in a 'o' shape, unsure of what exactly it was that you were moaning for. You kept asking him to stop, to keep going, that you couldn't take it, that you needed more. Your toes curled as you reached your peak, your vision blanking out at the edges while your nails dug into his back. "That's it, I knew you could do it. Siempre me haces tan orgulloso," he spoke after your orgasm subsided, his hips snapped against your own as he worked towards his own orgasm. (you always make me so proud) You leaned back against the bed, your fingers digging so hard you were sure you'd drag blood out if it weren't for his superpowers.

His cock twitched inside your cunt a couple seconds later, indicating that he was close to his orgasm. Your legs wrapped around his waist, keeping him close to you as he continued to thrust inside of you. His eyes rolled back, his cock shooting out ropes of cum deep into your cunt. He stayed still for a couple seconds, leaning over and pressing his forehead against yours. He treasured the moments that the two of you shared during sex, but his favorite ones had to be the ones after. Where it would just be the two of you wrapped up in the sheets and talking about simple things that would later evolve into two hour conversations. He pulled his cock out slowly, grabbing a towel from the bedside table next to you and wiping the tip of his cock.

He brought the towel down to your cunt, applying light pressure as he wiped away at the cum that was leaking out to your thighs. "That might've been the best morning I've had in a couple weeks," you mused, stretching your arms out as you got up from the bed. You got one of Miguel’s shirts from the closet, the material flowing past your thighs as you put it on. He wrapped his arms around your waist as he held you close to him, placing his chin on top of your head. "I thought every morning was good when you wake up next to me," he teased, rubbing small circles on your hips. "Mm, good point. But I mean what brings them up to that level of being the 'best' are the orgasms," you responded, turning around and wrapping your arms around his neck.

You leaned in, lifting your head up slightly as he dipped down to meet yours in a kiss. "We still have a couple hours before we need to be at the Society. What do you want for breakfast?" Be asked, pulling away from the kiss a couple seconds later as he brought his forehead to yours. "I'm thinking maybe huevos rancheros with some of the fried beans we ate yesterday," you responded, a small smile appearing on his face. "Yes ma'am. You want tortillas with that?" He asked, pressing his lips against your forehead for a kiss before pulling away. "Yes, can you make them corn?"

You watched as he chopped up the tomatoes and avocados to get ready for the eggs, his hips slightly swaying to Selena’s 'El Chico del Apartamento 512.' You couldn't help but be slightly amused as you saw him in his natural state, a contrast from how stern he was at work. "I wonder what your new recruits would think about seeing their boss like this," you teased him a bit, leaning against the counter as you looked at him. "Don't even remind me of those idiots. They have potential, don't get me wrong. But they're such a pain in the ass. Good thing today's just working on their endurance levels at the gym," he responded, his annoyance peeking through at just the thought.

"I know you have an hour until you have to get to work, but one of the recruits has a question to ask you," LYLA announced, appearing on the dinner table as the two of you were eating your breakfast. "Put him through," he responded, wiping the corners of his mouth as he waited for LYLA to do what he asked. "Hey boss, sorry to interrupt your morning. I just wanted to know if pooping spiderwebs was normal.." the face of a panicked recruit appeared through the tiny screen, a small snicker eliciting from your lips. Miguel had to resist letting out a small groan, putting down his spoon as he rubbed at his temples. "I don't see why your pooping problems are any of my concern. But no, I would say that's not normal," he responded, turning off the watch before the recruit had a chance to follow up with another question.

"If this whole Spider Society thing ends up blowing up in your face, you could end up becoming a GI doctor," you spoke through small giggles once he hung up, his stern expression directed towards you. He tried to keep up his persona, eventually caving in and letting out a small laugh. "Maybe I'll have to consider that if they don't rehire me at Alchemax," he responded, getting up from the table and collecting the plates. He got started on scrubbing them as you stood by his side to wipe them down after he was done. You took the chance to look at his back when the two of you were done, seeing the marks blooming a bright shade of red.

"Is your back okay?" You asked him, feeling slightly worried that you might've gone too far. "It’s fine, I like the marks you leave on me. Makes me like I did a good job," he responded, retreating back to the bedroom to get dressed for work. Since he was just planning on having a gym day with the recruits, he figured he could get away with a tank top and a pair of basketball shorts rather than his normal suit. While he generally liked the material of his spidersuit, he found the material didn't help much with the friction his skin created while working out. You'd changed into your spidersuit since your day was mostly full of capturing anomalies and the occasional training.

Miguel found himself growing more and more pissed off with every snicker that the recruits let out, hating the idea that nobody was taking him all too serious at the moment. "What's so funny? Is there something that I'm missing?" Miguel decided to speak up after a while, turning around to face the group. He'd been trying to teach them how to stack on weights properly to prevent injury, talking about some meal plans that they could engage in. Nothing that deemed worth the laughter in the room. A string of no's followed after he asked, the recruits pursing their lips as they tried to stifle their laughter. He decided not to let it get too much to his head, turning back around to explain a couple workout regimens they could implement.

"Oh my goodness. Did the cat attack you, Miguel?" Peter's voice came in through the doorway, looking over at him in shock as he saw the scratches on his back. "I don't think it was a cat," one of the recruits muttered, the rest of them snickering amongst themselves. Miguel was confused for a minute, turning around at the small audience that'd built up in the gym. "Don't you all have someplace better to be?" he asked as Jessica and a couple more of the Spiders stepped in, Jessica’s bottom lip caught in between her teeth as she tried to resist laughing. "No, I came to see what Peter was up to. Did you have a rough night, Miguel?" She asked, the recruits practically bursting out into laughter.

Miguel's eyes widened slightly as he was reminded of what they were talking about, embarrassed that they were even making such a big deal out of what happened. "Very moderate night actually. Get back to work," he responded, folding his arms as he sized up the people in the room. The ambiance of the room shifted from the laughs and giggles to complete silence, the recruits simply picking up their weight and starting with the exercises that Miguel had set up for them. "Make sure to wrap it," Jessica mused before stepping away, Peter following behind her. Miguel could tell that the recruits were at the verge of laughing, giving them a dirty look before they had a chance to say anything.

You had a much better relationship with your recruits, engaging with them on a much deeper level than just teaching them. "We saw your man's back on snapchat. He was really treating you that good?" One of your recruits asked, their phone in their hand as they showed the pic to you. The picture showed a few comments about the marks on Miguel's back, some of them playing connect the dots with the ends of them. "He was treating me that good, actually. Very skilled with his hands," you responded, providing them with little details but they still ended up bursting into little laughs. "Where'd you get him from? I'm trying to get like you," you heard them ask, a small laugh escaping from your throat.

"Got the last of them in stock, unfortunately," you responded, finishing up with collecting your stuff before leaving. You felt a bit of embarrassment as everyone in the Spider Society practically saw the marks you'd left on miguel, though you were assured by the fact that everyone would soon forget about it and move on to the next scandal. You got back home, calling out for Miguel but finding the house empty. You sat down at the table, taking out the box lunch you'd gotten from the cafeteria and had your dinner before heading back to bedroom to wait for Miguel.

Miguel came back home a couple hours later, immediately finding himself wanting to be near you. "You know, nobody took me all that serious today because of you," he grumbled, laying his head on your ass as you laid on your stomach. "I heard. Some of my recruits asked when they could get that kind of treatment," you responded, finding more amusement in the situation than he did. "Too bad that I'm all yours. Al menos que quieras compartir," Miguel responded, his hands kneading at your ass absentmindedly. (unless you want to share) "Think I might need to mark you up again just so they don't get any ideas."

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them as japanese p rn tropes

fem!reader / pt. 2 (jing yuan and aventurine)

childe

he's the sleazy coworker, the one who ogles your boobs whenever you bend over and thinks pencil skirts are a gift to humanity (his dick).

of course, accepting his invitation to hang out and drink at his place is a sure sign that you're not as innocent as you look.

and when he has you on the carpet, legs folded up to your chest, looking so sweet and breedable just for him, he realises you're not wearing underwear. just stockings. and a gasket blows in his mind.

there's an adult movie playing on the tv, but he's muted it. he wants to hear your voice and your voice only, after all.

he fucks you slowly at first, relishing the way your boobs ripple with the movement in your tight office blouse. you might be wearing a smaller one today, because the buttons are straining and he can see a peek of your lacey bra underneath.

your walls squeeze and flutter around him, betraying your need, but childe ignores it for now.

"so pretty, so, so pretty, all for me..." he mutters, still rocking his hips, grinding gently into you. the buttons come open with ease, revealing a scrap of red lace, transparent so he can see your hardened nipples.

he pauses. you seem to know what's coming next and squeeze around his dick in anticipation.

"you little slut," he growls in delight, slamming into your g-spot with such accuracy that you cry his name.

he sets a frightening pace, his dick scraping against every inch of your ribbed walls you've never been able to reach on your own, and you wonder, did he just get bigger?

"gonna cum inside, fill you up, inside inside inside," he chants, lost in his pleasure and tugging down your bra. your boobs spring free, now rippling freely like a wave. he ducks his head, suckling on one nipple, a hand coming up to tease the other one.

"ajax! oh, please, please, i'm so close," you moan, the pressure in your lower tummy building.

"with me," he mumbles, switching to your other nipple. "cum with me, baby, together..."

your rapidly contracting walls betray how close you are, and his dick twitches and twitches inside of you. childe grabs your leg, slinging it over his shoulder so his dick reaches even deeper into you, and the new position is just what you need for the dam to break.

you scream his name. you clamp down on him, hard, your back arching taut, pushing your breast further into his mouth. he cums at the same time, ropes of thick, hot cum filling you up in a place you hadn't even known was empty.

he's still pistoning into you at a violent pace, fucking you both through your first orgasm of the night.

blade

funny guy has funny tastes. if you'd known that one of his favourite things to do was to have you tied up and restrained, you would have... well, nothing, seeing as you enjoyed it just as much as he.

you were under the dining table, draped over the support crossbars and trying to clear out a particularly stubborn cobweb. blade eyes you hungrily, feeling his cock just begin to strain at his pants. he can see the outline of your panties through your clothes, the lucious curve of your ass tempting him to do something only in his fantasies.

then you pull back and stop.

"um, blade? a little help?"

his patience snaps. striding up to you, he lands a glancing blow on your behind. you yelp, your back arching. "hey, what was that for?"

he doesn't care. blade gives himself a moment to fix the image of your ass in his mind, then pulls down your clothes and underwear in one smooth movement.

"you little bitch," he snarls. a string of your arousal stretches from your pussy to your underwear. "fucking slut."

he slides his dick back and forth in your inner lips, coating it in slick and the tip rubbing aginst your clit. you moan, your back arching, grinding against him to try and get more friction.

blade reaches under the table and tugs you free, hoisting you up into his arms and carrying you to the couch.

another slap. you whimper, trying to turn back to get a look at him, but he grabs your head and forces it down.

"a slut like you shouldn't even be looking at me," he growls.

he spreads your asscheeks with his thumbs. the movement has your pussy weeping a few drops of cum onto his slick, wet dick.

"slut," he mutters again, half to himself, and slams himself into you.

you gasp, back arching, the fabric of the couch crinkling under your grip. "bla~ade," you moan angelically.

"shut up," he commands, pulling you roughly into him again. your shut up obediently. the flesh of your ass ripples up your body, and he can just see your boobs swaying to his rhythm.

he leans over you to whisper into your ear. "does my naughty little slut wanna cum?" he whispers, his gravelly voice sending sparks into your lower tummy.

you can feel his dick, thick and rock-hard, weighing down inside of you, and you can almost imagine the outline of it showing through your tummy. you nod.

he pistons his hips into yours, humping like an animal in heat, aiming right for the most sensitive gummy spot within you. you whimper and moan, your back arching in pleasure, and then you feel his hand clasp your boob to stimulate your nipple roughly.

"no-!" you squirm against his hold, but blade has you completely pinned. his other hand snakes down to where the two of you are connected, flesh smacking together and ringing through the room.

"if you want to cum, then cum." you can hear the smile in his voice as his hand finds your sensitive little nub and rubs it fiercely.

the pressure in your lower tummy spikes, and you claw at the couch as you cum, looking for something to hold onto. "bladebladeblade, ah, harder, please~"

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