I Always Love Finnick Being A Whole Ass In Love Because It Just So Cute😭

i’m crying why is this so cute omg😭😭😭 my heartttttttt

manifestation, baby! | tom blyth

summary: fans find out tom’s girlfriend has an old youtube channel where she reviewed the ballad of songbirds and snakes (and she definitely manifested her life)

an: the way i thought about this idea and quickly wrote it down so i didn’t forget it. i used to have an app that made those fake tweets but i’m just tired to make fake profiles 😭 maybe i’ll change it later idk

for the purpose of this imagine, let’s pretend tbosas book was published between 2017-2019

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tomblythxsnow apparently tom’s girlfriend has an old youtube channel where she reviews books and she reviewed the ballad of songbirds and snakes and she literally manifested her future 😭

lucymygf WHATTT WHATS HER CHANNEL NAME

tomblythxsnow it’s yn’s book corner. she hasn’t posted since 2019 ngl i need her to review a little life because that book destroyed me

nat76_ omg i used to watch her videos!! i’m still subscribed to her 😭 i remember only buying and reading the books she liked because i wanted to be her so bad

j4ckaszlol “if someone ever makes a movie adaptation of this book and casts someone attractive to play snow then i am sorry for the person i become” REALLLLL

graybairdsmockingjay dude the part where she said “i’m calling it now whoever plays young snow will be my boyfriend. movie studios always cast someone attractive as the younger version of a character!” MY JAW DROPPED SHE NEEDS TO TELL ME HER WAYS

“guess what rachel just sent me.” you heard tom say when he arrived to your shared apartment.

“wedding invitations?!” you gasped as you almost stood up from the sofa since you were watching reruns of criminal minds, but tom stopped you.

“no, it’s better!” tom sat beside you and showed you his phone. “why didn’t you tell me you had a youtube channel?” on his phone screen was your review of the ballad of songbirds and snakes, which had become a very popular video over the past couple of days.

you hid your face with a pillow and groaned. “don’t remind me. i just wanted to talk about my books and my family didn’t care. don’t watch it! it’s embarrassing!”

“i think it’s cute. aw look, your dog made a cameo!” he pointed at your old dog you used to have that walked into the frame.

“indy! no, come sit right here. oh . . . and she’s walking away. okay, anyways.” your younger self said in the video

“indy? why Indy?” tom asked you even though you were still hiding from embarrassment.

“after indiana jones. my dad and i loved those movies and he gifted me indy as a birthday present.” you confessed.

“love, don’t be embarrassed. i think it’s cute that manifested your life according to the comments on instagram,” tom paused the video then cuddled up to you. “i won’t watch it if you don’t want me to.”

“it’s fine, i just didn’t think anyone would find it. we can watch it together.” you uncovered yourself and sat down properly to watch the video with tom. before he pressed the play button and together you watch your younger self review the book.

“i’ve read all the hunger games books at least four times and this one did not disappoint. but i do hope whoever ends up being cast as young snow is someone hot. i’m sorry it’s the rules! and they will be my boyfriend, i’m calling dibs.”

tom smirked at you. “if only younger you could see you now.”

“she would definitely think ‘wow, how did we pull this beautiful man?’ then be confused as to why the hunger games and fnaf is trending in 2023.”

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ynlovesbooks told ya. love you tomblyth ❤️

rachelzegler she is THAT girl

ynlovesbooks no u

everdeenx12 bestie he’s EVIL

ynlovesbooks he’s a walking red flag but my favorite color is red 😍

chamaletproblems pls tell me how you did this

ynlovesbooks i figured out who they were casting and kept him hostage until he agreed to be my bf

tomblyth true

oh, how i loved angst hyun-ju fic 🙂‍↕️

Im craving for angst , so girl can you write about Hyun ju x female reader

Basically Hyun ju and female reader have been dating for 1 and half year now, but things didn't went so well after attending squid game, Hyun ju gave young mi more attention , than she did for female reader so she distance herself from Hyun ju and her team, wondering why female reader ditched her. So female reader went to Gi Hun's team instead. And to make things worse not only Hyun ju voted O to continue the game, but Hyun ju lost the love of her life during the Mingle, ANND.. It took Hyun ju 2 to 4 business days to figure out that she hasn't been a good girlfriend ever since they came to squid game and Hyun ju Crashes out so badly.

(Female reader committed su!cide during Mingle, died instead of young mi and the shaman lady predicted female reader's death)

(And YES the guilt is definitely eating Hyun ju alive)

Sorry if this is too long

Take your time for this one

゜・（／。＼）・゜

Okayyyy complex, I like it! Hopefully I do this ask justice 🙏🏻

HER ANGEL

Pairing: Hyun-ju x femreader

Warnings: ANGST, depression, death, suicide, longing, survivors guilt.

Insecure. That was a word Y/n had always been familiar with. Ever since she was little. Her mother would criticize everything she did. If she ate too much, if she didn't eat enough. If her hair was down, if her hair was up. If she smiled, and if she didn't smile. Everything she did up until she was an adult was judged.

When she finally got the taste of freedom, moving out at the ripe age of eighteen, she discovered that the world was an ugly place. Nothing like how she fantasized how it would be. The books were wrong.

For the first few years after moving out, she was alone. Truly alone. She had no one. No friends to call late at night, no fuzzy kitten to cuddle when she had tears running down her face on a rainy day. No significant other who would whisper sweet nothings to her as she fell asleep... No one.

Not until she met her angel. Hyun-ju.

Everything had changed. For the first time in her life, Y/n felt like she deserved to take up space in the world. Hyun-ju made her feel wanted, loved. She erased every insecurity Y/n had. She loved every flaw and imperfection. She kissed her scars and wiped her tears.

Hyun-ju was her soul mate.

Y/n didn't care that her angel was different. She didn't care how people looked at them in public. Hyun-ju was perfect, in every way. Even if her angel couldn't see it for herself.

Hyun-ju told Y/n of her wishes for surgery. She had cried to Y/n about her debt and abandonment. And Y/n was there to comfort her in return, wiping her angels tears away and whispering promises.

So when a nice-looking man asked Y/n to play a game, showing her the money she would win, of course she agreed. For her angel, for Hyun-ju.

Y/n didn't need convincing to call the number on the back on the card. Once she saw Hyun-ju looking at herself in front of the mirror, her eyes filled with loathing, she dialed the number.

It was the least she could do. Hyun-ju had given Y/n her sense of self back. She had given Y/n her smile back. Of course, she would return the favor. Anything for her angel.

Waking up to the blasted music, she looked around to see other people. Waring the ugliest green she had ever seen. Looking down at herself, she saw her jacket was labeled 005.

She gathered around like everyone else. Waiting for an explanation. There were so many pink guards and even more players. They explained that they weren't trying to collect debt or cause any harm.

"Excuse me!" Said a voice. Not just any voice. Her angel's voice. Y/n quickly turned and saw Hyun-ju. Her Hyun-ju standing near a couple of bunks. She didn't catch what her angel said next, only focused on the fact that she was here.

Y/n winced as she saw Hyun-ju getting slapped. That was the day her angel had gone on a walk. She remembers her coming home, acting strange. Hyun-ju had met the salesman before Y/n did.

As all the players walked in single file lines up the colorful steps to get their pictures taken, Y/n looked around for Hyun-ju. Seeing her fixing her hair prettily, she smiles and quickly walks up to her. "Angel!" Y/n gushes.

Instead of greeting Y/n with a smile, Hyun-ju tenses. Asking her what she was doing here. "I know how much you need the money..." Y/n whispers softly, watching as Hyun-ju's eyes soften.

As they all walk into the first game, Hyun-ju holds Y/n's hand. "Don't separate from me, sweet girl. Okay?" Her angel asks softly. Y/n squeezes her hand in return.

"What is that?" Y/n asks, pointing to the giant doll like figure in the distance.

"Green light..."

Y/n quickly runs forward a few steps, then stops.

"Red light!" The doll waits, seeing if anyone would move.

The first to go was 196. Y/n stood, stiff as a board, the sound of people dying behind her. When the doll says green light, no one moves forward, but Hyun-ju reaches over and grips Y/n's hand.

Player 456 explains that they will die anyway if they don't cross the finish line in time, and so, she stays behind Hyun-ju, racing towards the finish line.

Once across, she watches in horror as her angel races back across to help player 456. This is the first and only time that Y/n has ever wanted to yell at Hyun-ju.

The second game is the six legged pentathlon. Her and Hyun-ju look around for more teammates. She notices Hyun-ju's fallen expression when people stare at her, and when they don't want to join because of her.

"Excuse me?" A timid voice says from behind the both of them. Y/n and Hyun-ju turn to see a small girl, obviously nervous. "W-Would you...like to team up with me?" She asks, looking at Hyun-ju first, then to Y/n.

Ever since then, Hyun-ju had been attached at the hip with Young-Mi. It was hard for Y/n not to notice, especially in a place like this. When she wanted comfort and reassurance from her angel, she would see that Hyun-ju was already comforting Young-Mi, that she was already whispering words of encouragement to her instead of Y/n.

But that was just who her angel was. She was kind to everyone, and Y/n had no right to take that away from Young-Mi. Y/n could clearly see how terrified the small girl was, and if Hyun-ju was her safe place, then who was Y/n to take that away from her?

That's was until Y/n heard it. What Hyun-ju was saying to Young-Mi.

"I won't let anything happen to you, sweet girl." Hyun-ju had said. Y/n felt her stomach drop. Sweet girl. That was Y/n's nickname. That was her word of endearment.

She decided to give them space. Joining player 456 and his team.

The third game was mingle.

As they all stood on the platform, Y/n watched as Hyun-ju held Young-Mi's hand, giving her soft smiles. Y/n felt horrible for feeling envious. Would she always be cursed to be this insecure? Would she ever feel content with anything?

"TEN"

The voice said. Everyone scrambled to find their groups and rooms. So far, their team had nine after joining Hyun-ju. Until her angel grabbed the crazy shaman lady.

Running into the green room, Y/n pants, not even bothering to look at her angel holding onto another woman. Hyun-ju gives her a confused look, wondering why she had left their group.

"Your heavy sorrow will swallow you whole." The crazy lady says, making everyone look at her. Y/n shrinks into herself as she realizes that she's talking to her. "You won't last much longer, I'm afraid. Pity. You have the purest birthstone."

"SIX" the voice says.

Gi-hun and Young-il had split from the group, leaving Y/n no other choice but to join Hyun-ju.

They all run to a yellow door, freezing in their tracks as they see a group is already in there. Hyun-ju races to find a different one.

She found one.

Y/n starts to run towards it with the other people in her group, but when she sees player 333 running towards it too, she slows down.

Looking over at her angel, she sees her clutching Young-Mi's hand.

The pregnant girl holds her belly.

The mother and sun cling to each other.

Where did Y/n fit into that? She didn't.

She has seen Jun-hee talking to player 333 on several occasions...

She needed him, more than any of them needed Y/n.

She made her decision then.

As player 333 races into the room, she finally hears Hyun-ju calling for her. Her angel was trying to get 333 out of the way.

Y/n walks to the door, looking into the small slit. "Y/n, what the hell are you doing? Go find a room! Go!" Hyun-ju shouts. Y/n only shakes her head softly.

"Ita okay angel." She whispers, putting her hands onto the door. Hyun-ju is starting to panic. The timer still had thirteen seconds on it. "I know there's no place for me here. Not now." Y/n says, tearing up.

Hyun-ju continues to shout, begging Y/n to go find a room. "You made me feel so inside the lines, Hyun-ju. Like I wasn't a lost shade outside of the pretty design. I could actually fit inside the art." Y/n says with a sad smile.

"I never thanked you for that." She says. "Thank you for showing me. For guiding me to see who I was for the first time."

Nine seconds on the timer.

"I know you'll be happy. You'll make it out of here and live the life you've always dreamed of...live the life you've always deserved. A life, with Young-Mi." Y/n's lip quivers.

Four seconds on the timer.

Hyun-ju starts shaking the door, sobbing and yelling. "I love you, my angel." She whispers tearfully, letting out a pained breath as she feels the bullet peirce her back.

"NO! Y/N!"

Player 333 had left that room beaten to a bloody pulp.

At first, Young-Mi's hand doesn't feel out of place instead of her own, not for the next two games.

Until Y/n's words repeat instead of her head.

A life...with Young-Mi.

Once she realizes it, she drops Young-Mi's hand as if it had burned her. She had been holding the wrong woman. Comforting the wrong woman. Calling her...

She had called the wrong woman sweet girl.

Hyun-ju looks over to Young-Mi, a tear falling. She had made the love of her life question her love.

She had been at fault for her sweet girl's death. Not 333. Not even the guards. Hyun-ju was the reason.

"Don't worry. You'll be seeing her again, " the shaman says. "A lot sooner than you think."

For the next game... was human chess.

I'm scared.... what do we think?

IN A WORLD FULL OF BOYS, HE’S A GENTLEMAN ! | TOM BLYTH

PAIRING. tom blyth x fem!actress!reader

SUMMARY. despite being in a world filled of childish boys, your boyfriend was definitely a gentleman, always putting you before him

AUTHORS NOTE. the third installment because we love tom blyth and yn avocot. I recommend reading part 1 and 2 for more context!

tomblyth “babe, do you think we’re together in every universe?” is that even a question?

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ynuser stoppp i didn’t know youd actually take the question seriously

user1 get you a man like tom blyth bc oh my god

user2 idk what yn did to manifest him but i need her ways

user3 ugh idk what he’s doing with her lol he could do so much better

➥ user4 well someone had to say it..

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You didn’t understand how some people on the internet can be so . . . mean. Although there have been countless of fans cheering you and Tom on, it didn’t make it any less hurtful that there were still a ton who weren’t scared to be open about how much your boyfriend could do better.

It’s ironic; you think. They’re claiming they’re looking out for Tom, yet totally disregarding him and his girlfriend as human beings? Those weren’t real fans.

The reason for them hating you so much? Just for simply being with Tom. Everybody wanted him, that was your crime.

Everytime you got lost in your thoughts about this topic, Tom knew. Boyfriend instincts, he called them, but really, he was just a caring and observant person.

You tried not to break down over it, you really did, but a girl could only go on for so long before it all bursts out. Luckily, Tom pulls you right in, telling you to let it all out.

Although the world was filled with childish and hurtful beings, Tom Blyth was still who he was, a gentleman, attending to your every needs.

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tomblyth really dgaf if you like my girlfriend or not cause i do and that’s all that matters

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user5 im cryinf the polaroid he has of her

user6 YES REAL MEN STAND UP FOR THEIR GFS

user7 ALL THE PICS HE HAS OF HER 🥹🥹

tomblythswife oh to be yn avocot and be loved by tom blyth

rachelzegler tell ‘em 🙊

user8 she doesn’t even comment on the posts he makes abt her, so self centered lol

➥ ynuser I’m right next to him rn?? cant say the same thing about you “lol”

➥ user9 OH SHE ATE YOU UP @/user8

tomblyth_daily here are some clips of tom talking about his relationship in his new interview! GET YOU A MAN THATS LIKE TOM BLYTH 🗣️🗣️🗣️

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user10 the way he’s so passionate when talking about her and being a good boyfriend, God I hate being single

user11 “they’re not even that cute” STFU AND GO WATCH THIS INTERVIEW CAUSE ??

user12 tom blyth said put aside your nonchalant attitudes, im looking at YOU MEN 🫵🫵

ilovetomblyth he’s so boyfriend it actually hurts

user13 yn must’ve saved a continent in her past life to be dating tom blyth omg

ynuser girls, before you have a meltdown over a boy: think of what balleona laurent would do. kiss and manipulate coriolanus!

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tomblyth you kiss and manipulate me too

➥ ynuser you’re gonna get me CANCELLED

user14 literal unbothered icon i love her

user15 if i were her id post a tiktok with that audio “he chose me he don’t want you”

iloveyn SHES SO FUNNY

lionsgate us when behind the scenes photo of balleona 😻

➥ user16 lmao stop who’s the admin of lionsgate

user17 balleona is such a bad person but oh is she hot

tomblyth she was like a shot of espresso

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ynuser i love u more than words can describe blyth

user18 ok who’s cutting onions

user19 GIRLS, GUYS, THEY THEMS, STOP SETTLING FOR BARE MINIMUM WHEN TOM BLYTH LITERALLY CALLED HIS GF A SHOT OF ESPRESSO, GIVES HER FLOWERS EVERYDAY, AND TALKS ABT HER ALL THE TIME IN HIS INTERVIEWS

➥ user20 YELL IT HARDER SISTER 👐👐👐

user21 this is so dark academica im inlove with u guys

user22 parentssss

rachelzegler my favorites

ynuser SNOW LANDS ON TOP LOSERS

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tomblyth yn, i love you but

➥ user23 LMFAOO when he doesn’t finish his sentence

user24 the second pic thank u yn

joshandresrivera on top of u maybe

➥ user25 IM DYING OML

user26 thank you to lionsgate for casting the most hottest villain couple ever

i can fix him

i’m just so obsessed with professor!coryo and tumblr writers really do feed my obsession well

"Office Hours" - Professor!Coriolanus Snow x Reader

a/n: from an anon request 🩷

Summary: Professor Snow makes you work for his approval.

Word Count: 2,000

Rating: 18+, MDNI

TW: DUBCON DUE TO POWER IMBALANCE, afab reader, she/her pronouns, profanity, innuendo, daddy kink, dom!coryo, semi public sex ig?, dry humping, p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie, coryo's a bitch here ngl

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Hunger Games/Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated 🩷

When you arrive at the capitol’s prestigious institute for higher education, the eponymous University, you are determined to do everything within your power to reach your full potential. Ever since you were a girl, you’ve been an overachiever, everyone you met being certain you were meant for great things. Some of your teachers even joked that someday, you could be the first female president of Panem, with your killer intellect and undeniable charisma. You graduated top of your class at the Academy, receiving a glowing recommendation from Dean Vickers, the successor to Dean Highbottom. You charmed everyone you met, won every argument, and were an all around model student.

Going onto the University was the next natural step. And all is well and good, at least at first. That’s until you take his class on the history of the Hunger Games.

Professor Coriolanus Snow.

You almost mistook him for another student the first time you saw him. Tall, lean, blond hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed to stare right through you. His lips are pressed into a thin line as he looks you over, almost appraisingly. You can feel your stomach tied in knots, your knees shaky as you walk over and introduce yourself to your professor, ever the teacher’s pet. Hell, you’ve even brought an apple with you, your hair tied back in a ponytail, your uniform perfectly pressed.

Professor Snow takes the apple from you, arching a brow at the sight of it, before taking a bite. And if you were any weaker, you might’ve let out a moan. It’s so sensual, the way his lips wrap around it, that it makes that ache between your thighs even more present, the one you’ve had since the moment you saw him. Noticing your flustered state, Professor Snow suggests you take a seat, a little smirk on his face. You immediately do as he asks, sitting front and center, your legs crossed, pen poised to take notes. He has an absolutely enrapturing lecture style, enthralling you with every word on the history of the Games. You wonder to yourself if he has considered entering politics, with how he’s able to command the attention of an entire room of twenty-somethings.

You’re shocked when he cold calls on you, asking why the Games were created.

“To punish the districts and remind us of the threat they pose,” you say confidently.

A sardonic little smile twists on his lips as he replies, “Naive and incorrect.”

That’s the first time you’ve ever been told an answer you’ve given when called on was incorrect. And it makes you angrier than you have reason to be. Tears prick at your eyes as you continue scribbling away in your notes. What a fucking asshole. And yet, you’re filled with a desire to prove yourself. That you’re not some naive little girl. That you’re an intelligent and mature young woman who can and will succeed. One who will graduate at the top of her class yet again.

It’s easier said than done, impressing Coriolanus Snow. And he knows how desperate you are. How your eyes light up at the slightest hint of approval from him. And so, he does more research on you, digging into your backstory. You’re from one of the Capitol’s richest families. Richer than even the Plinths. And you’ve been given everything you’ve ever wanted on a silver platter. That is, except for affection. In all the pictures he sees of you with your family, your mother and father seem proud of you but so very cold. He doesn’t think there’s a single photo of them hugging you or smiling at you.

And so, the pieces fall into place. An overachieving little rich girl, desperate for the affection she never received. Desperate for a firm yet gentle hand to guide her into becoming all it is that she can be. He’s going to be that for you. He’s going to mold you into the perfect young lady. And one day, when he’s achieved all that he wants and has become the President of Panem, you are going to be standing at his side as his First Lady, his sweet and adoring wife. Brilliant and beautiful. The two of you will make a lethal combination, he knows it.

He just needs to get you there.

So, he continues challenging you in class, making you work for his approval. The way you gaze up at him with those sweet eyes almost makes him feel guilty, but then he remembers. All of this is for your good in the end. When you come to his office hours, he listens to you calmly, the dulcet tone of your voice making his cock twitch in his pants as he imagines how pretty you’ll look beneath him, moaning so sweetly. But he holds himself back, challenging every opinion of yours, making you build your arguments in a way you were never challenged to do before. And don’t think he doesn’t notice the way you always make sure your hair is perfectly set when you come to his office, that your makeup is done to perfection and that you unbutton your uniform shirt to show the tiniest hint of cleavage.

You want him. Just as badly as he wants you. That’ll make it all the more easy when the time does come to actually claim you.

Coriolanus knows that you’d look so pretty sitting between his thighs under his desk, his cock nestled between those full pouty lips of yours, tears in your eyes as he fucks your mouth, mascara running down your cheeks as you sit there and take it just because you want to please him so fucking badly. And you’ll be so fucking wet just from sucking him off, just from hearing him moan your name.

“Professor? Professor?”

He blinks rapidly, wrenching himself from his reverie, meeting your gaze as he nods, “Yes, you can do your paper on the Careers. That’s a fine choice.”

You give him a bright smile, preening at this tiny bit of praise, grabbing your bag and bidding him a good day as you walk out of his office, his gaze drawn to the way your ass sways in that little skirt, the tiny bit of your thighs that are being pinched by your knee high socks.

Only a few more days now.

When you come to Professor Snow’s office hours to discuss the grade you got on your paper, you feel a bit foolish. You’ve hiked up your skirt ever so slightly, left a few more buttons of your shirt undone, just enough to show the lacy white bra you have on underneath it, matching panties to go with it of course. Why are you doing this? Why do you want him to desire you so badly? Why are you so desperate for his approval?

An explanation escapes you as you enter his office, taking a seat on the other side of his desk, a demure little smile on your face. He looks handsome as ever, wearing that white dress shirt with the black vest on top, his sleeves rolled up to reveal his forearms, your eyes drawn to the prominent veins that run along them. Your mouth goes dry and you cross your legs, the tiny bit of friction assuaging your desire for the time being. Professor Snow eyes you up and down, a smile playing on the corner of his lips as he hands you your paper.

“Well done. This is by far the best paper that I’ve ever graded.”

You beam at him, your fingers brushing against his as you grab the paper, sending an electric shock through you, your breath catching in your throat. And then, he moves to intertwine his fingers with your own, his gaze heavy with lust as he stares at you. You swallow thickly, the essay falling from your hand onto his desk. You watch as he beckons you over to his side, urging you to take a seat on his lap. Your stomach stirs with anticipation as you do what he asks, walking on shaky legs toward him, allowing him to grab you by the thighs to straddle his lap.

“You’ve been such a good girl for me this semester,” he murmurs, gripping your chin between his thumb and forefinger, “Taking all my criticism. Learning from me. I’m proud of you, baby.”

The pet name and praise make you whimper softly, your hips grinding against him, his cock hard in his pants, pressing against the fabric of your underwear. Professor Snow chuckles at your desperation, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, cooing.

“Aw, my little girl likes it when I praise her, doesn’t she?” 

You nod shyly, averting your gaze, “Yes.”

“Yes, who?”

You meet his eyes, biting your lip as you whisper, “Yes, Professor.”

A dark smile crosses his lips as he moves to grope at the flesh of your ass, kneading it between his palms, groaning as you continue grinding yourself against him. He watches the subtle bounce of your tits, the way they strain against your shirt, moving to undo another button of your shirt with his teeth, burying his face between your breasts, nipping at your soft flesh. You whine pathetically, giving him an almost injured look when he pushes you off of him for a moment, though your expression turns almost gleeful when he undoes his pants, pulling his cock out from his pants, and pulls you back to him.

“You’re so wet for me already,” Professor Snow murmurs, “Are you ready for me, little one?”

You nod eagerly, allowing him to lift your hips, guiding you down onto his cock, a throaty groan escaping his lips as he sheathes himself inside you. You’re not a virgin, but fuck, he’s the biggest you’ve ever been with. He fills you so fucking perfectly, the fat head of his cock rubbing against spots inside of you that you didn’t even realize existed. And he hasn’t even moved yet. Your lower lip trembles, eyes watering from the intensity of the moment, mewling his name as he begins to rut up against you.

“So fucking tight,” Professor Snow grunts as he holds your hips in place, using you as if you’re his little toy, eyes transfixed by your breasts bouncing in his face, “Fuck, you feel so good around me. Going to keep you with me forever, you know that? My sweet girl. You want that, don’t you? You want Daddy to take care of you?”

Daddy. The word makes your eyes go wide but you immediately nod, burying your face in his neck as his cock slams into you over and over, making you cry out his name, your thighs trembling as you get closer and closer to your peak. His breath is hot against your ear as he lands a heavy handed smack against your ass, demanding that you answer him, the sting feeling oddly pleasurable to the point that you think you want him to do it again.

“Yes, Daddy,” you whimper, “Need you to take care of me, please.”

“You’re mine now,” he rasps, increasing his speed, hips slapping against yours over and over, “All. Fucking. Mine.”

Before you can ask him if he’s going to pull out, before you can even think, you reach your peak, your orgasm hitting you harder than it ever has before, stars shooting behind your eyes as he fucks you through it, cumming deep inside you only moments later with a low growl of your name.

After a few moments, you slowly move off of him, allowing him to take the lead and fix your shirt and skirt, though he gives you a cheeky wink and grabs your panties, placing them in the drawer of his desk.

“For when I can’t have you.”

You smile at him bashfully, kissing him back when his lips meet yours, not quite realizing that the trajectory of your life has now been changed forever.

I could request sooo many thing but right now i NEED

Rough dom Gyeong-seok pls

You knew you were pushing Gyeong-seok's buttons, acting like the brat you were. You smirked as you saw his jaw clench, his patience wearing thin. "Enough," Gyeong-seok growled, his voice low and dangerous as he grabbed your wrist, pulling you close. "You think you can keep acting like this without consequences?"

You bit your lip, trying to hide your excitement, but the thrill of his dominance was too much. "Maybe I want those consequences," you taunted, your eyes gleaming with mischief. With a swift movement, Gyeong-seok pushed you against the wall, his body pressing hard against yours, his breath hot on your neck. "You're going to regret that," he whispered, his hand sliding down to squeeze your ass roughly.

He spun you around, pinning your hands above your head with one of his. His other hand roamed freely, slipping under your shirt, teasing your skin. "You're mine to punish," he hissed, his fingers pinching your nipple hard enough to make you gasp. Gyeong-seok's hand then traveled to your pants, unbuttoning them with a deftness that showed how little he cared for your protests or your bratty facade. He yanked them down, leaving you exposed and vulnerable.

"Look at you, so desperate for it," he taunted, his fingers finding your wetness without hesitation. He didn't wait for a response; he knew your body better than you did at this moment. His fingers plunged inside you, making you cry out as the pleasure mixed with a sharp sting of dominance.

"You like being my little slut, don't you?" he growled, his pace relentless, not giving you a moment to adjust. His other hand came down on your ass with a sharp spank, the sound echoing in the room. "Yes, fuck, yes!" you moaned, unable to keep up your bratty act under his control. His touch was too commanding, too intoxicating.

"On your knees," he commanded, pulling his fingers away, leaving you empty and wanting. As you complied, he unzipped his pants, freeing himself. "Show me how much you want it," he ordered, his gaze dark with lust. You took him in your mouth, eager to please, to prove yourself, even if just for a moment. But he wasn't about to let you lead. Gripping your hair, he set the pace, using you for his pleasure, making it clear who was in charge.

After what felt like an eternity of submission and pleasure, Gyeong-seok pulled you up, bending you over whatever was closest. With no further preamble, he entered you from behind, his thrusts hard and fast. Each movement was a reminder of your place under his control, your bratty behavior now just a distant memory as you surrendered to the overwhelming sensation.

As you felt yourself nearing the edge, his voice came, harsh and unforgiving, "Don't you dare come until I say so." But it was too late; the wave crashed over you, your body betraying your obedience. Gyeong-seok didn't stop, didn't slow down, punishing you with pleasure until he too found his release, marking you as his in the most primal way.

Breathing heavily, he pulled you back against his chest, his voice a mix of satisfaction and warning, "Next time, remember who you belong to."

LADY BOSS! > Team Thanos x F!Reader

summary: being thanos and nam gyu's bestie since high school

pairings: abit of semi x f!reader (wlw because we all semi dick riders in the club + will write more about her in the next posts), platonic! thanos, nam gyu, min su & gyeong su x f!reader

warnings: talks of drugs, rehab, yk how it goes

a/n: semi semi semi semi semi semi semi i need to make out with her so bad. (name) is a fashion designer (i'm projecting hehehaha)

yk how even the most notorious gangster has a person they respect the most - yea that's what you are to thanos and nam gyu.

people wonder what did you do to get them to respect you like that

easy that's because you knew them ever since high school

it all started with a group project where your teacher purposely paired you up with both of them, in hopes you'll guide them since they were quote a "lost cause"

you wanted to pull your hair out.

but since you were a cool, demure and nonchalant like that, you decided to do what you could to get them to cooperate for the project.

"tsk, this is a waste of time." nam gyu sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. you three were sat around your table when it was time to break into the groups you were paired into. thanos, who was still just choi su bong back then, leaned back against his chair staring into space.

you pursed your lips, before speaking. "well, let's get it done as soon as possible then. any ideas on what to do for this assignment?" the task of this assignment was to create some sort of advertisement for a product of your choice.

"no" "nope." they both replied in sync, uninterested to commit to this project at all.

"i'm a woman of patience. i'm a woman of patience" you said in your head like a mantra, trying hard not to leap across the desk and jump both of them and your teacher for pairing you up with them.

an idea then came up on your head. as cringy as it might sound but it might get thanos and nam gyu to participate in working with you to complete this project. "what about we create a rap music video for this?"

thanos and nam gyu sat up straight at the sound of that. "what do you have in mind, girl."

you got their attention now.

surprise or not. you three got full scores for this assignment

thanos came up with the lyrics, nam gyu produced the music beat while you directed the music video

"congrats, you two. how does it feel to get full scores for the first time in your life? i knew putting (name) in your group was a good idea." your teacher grinned rather smugly.

"no, sir. su bong and nam gyu were amazing themselves. they came up and produced the entire music video themselves. i just supervised from the sidelines." you said with a proud smile, patting their arm as you stood in the middle of them.

both of them looked at you, mouth slightly agape. for the first time in forever, they didn't need anything in their system to feel warmth in their heart.

you wouldn't have ever thought you would have fun spending time with the two troublemakers of your batch but you did

they did too.

when almost the entire school and everyone in their lives made them feel like a failure, you brought them a chance to shine.

"it doesn't matter if others look down on you. as long as you don't look down on yourself, you always have a chance to prove them wrong and slap them in the face." you told them, rather casually as you slurped on the bowl of udon.

you were treating them dinner that you promised if you guys got a good score for the assignment. damn, were you trying to make them all soft for you because it's working.

they're now part of the (name) protection squad.

thanos jokingly once called you their lady boss and they've been calling you that ever since

they would walk you back home after school, making sure you were safe especially when school ended late

would carry your bag for you too because their lady boss shouldn't have to do that!!

guys confessing to you? they have to go through them first

#brother you are scaring the hoes away

to more serious stuff such as them being addicts, they tried to hide the fact that they were until you found out after seeing the bruise on nam gyu's arm.

you tried your hardest, helping them to overcome their addiction

yes it wasn't easy, but they were trying too

overtime, they managed to stop after you convinced them to go for rehabilitation

after that their respect and love for you sky rocketed.

time skip to where you guys are in your twenties

they hate all your situationships/exes

they don't have to know what they did

#their lady boss can never do wrong

but if they have wronged you in any way they're on thanos' and nam gyu's hit list.

they've formed a band called 'black stones' (hehe) with their new friends they met in uni: semi, gyeong su and min su.

you unlocked the door to your two idiots' apartment, a plastic of take out food you bought for them and their bandmates you were going to meet for the first time.

"who are you?! don't just come in without knocking" the man who you later learned was gyeong su, pointed a finger at you.

while you just stood there like🧍🏻‍♀️holding the key in one hand and the bag of food in the other. like hello? i kinda live here in my free time too?

nam gyu knocked his head with his knuckle, scowling "don't disrespect our lady boss like that, you fuck!"

thanos skipped towards you, like a kid running towards his mom after spending his day at daycare. "aigoo, my highness, you should've gave me a call that you're here. i would've personally brought you up."

"i did. you didn't pick up."

he froze, before smiling sheepishly, taking the bag from your hand, settling it down on the counter. "well, now that you are here. we can introduce you to the others."

he then swung his arm across your shoulders, leading you to stand in front of the tv where the others were sitting around the coffee table.

your eyes drifted to the lady with short hair and piercings. the way she carried herself and that charming smile on her lips. damn, she's so your type.

"gyeong su, my boy. you gotta apologise to our lady boss, (last name) (name). no her, no me, no nam gyu. no me, no nam gyu, no black stones." thanos said, wriggling his finger at the said man who nodded before giving you a full 90 degree bow.

"i apologise for the disrespect, lady boss (name)!" gyeong su yelled, showing he was sincerely sorry. you couldn't help but cackle at that, waving your hands at him for him to get up. "you don't have to call me that just because those two stupid idiots does and please get up!"

semi was intrigued with you after that.

you must be one hell of a woman if you managed to get thanos and nam gyu to respect you like that.

and you were just her type too.

you and her are dubbed mama e papa of the team

they don't know you both made it official after a few months of getting to know each other though

you and semi found it fun to see how long will it take till they find out.

min su found out first but didn't say anything to the others because you roped him in into betting how long till the others realises.

when they found out

they acted as if you punched their grandmother in the throat and cooked their pet fish jeffrey for dinner.

"semi how dare you seduce our princess?!"

"(name), how could you?! i thought we were 4lifers we locked in. we're suppose to tell each other everything!"

"you guys can only hold hands when we're here! no lovey dovey stuff!"

semi proceeded to give you a big smooch on the lips in front of them, her hand then never leaving your hips.

you try to attend all of their performances but if you can't due to some plans you have to attend to, they always give you a shoutout at the end of them.

you're like their second manager. it's like your side hustle aside from being fashion designer.

they will wear your brand with pride and joy

it also makes your business boom 2x max

Posts that they will post:

> thanostone4u

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thanostone4u best gal 💪🏻

> namgyu124

liked by gyeongsuuue, semilw and 20k others

namgyu124 sister from another pussy

> blackstonesofficial

liked by thanostone4u, minsublackstone and 45k others

blackstoneofficial happy birthday to our precious lady boss! 😘🎉💕

this is just *chef kiss*

I love your writing sm and was wondering if you could right a Finnick x reader where she’s not very experienced and he has to teach her how to ride him and is just super fluffy and sweet? 🫶🫶

this is such a good request… oh my lord. (this is so long, my apologies, but this had my brain WORKING!)

it started off with you in finnick’s kitchen, sitting at the table with an open book disregarded to the side. you were picking at your nails, nervousness racking at you, knee softly bouncing. finnick was out, helping a local fisher distribute catch to the neighboring shops. you weren’t sure when he’d return, but curiosity and nerves prickled under your skin; your face and neck hot from the previous chapter you’ve read in that book. it was a novel that caught your attention at the market a few days ago, the owner promising a ‘good time with that lil’ gem.’ so, with little to no persuasion, you bought it.

it was a beautiful read, as far as you’ve gotten. until you reached a chapter where the main character had a girl on top, riding him—the man doing hardly any work. you gasped, immediately pushing it off to the side. it wasn’t a lie that you lacked the experience, finnick loved you no less, of course. however, it didn’t help the guilt that tickled at your lower stomach, always letting him do the work. as skilled as that man was, with you not even coming close. you had sighed, slumping a little bit lower into the chair. wondering what you’d be like in the woman’s position, you assumed it’d be as artistic as the main character described it. how the lady’s thighs would shake, but she was persistent, chasing her own pleasure she had earned from working so hard.

you heard the door open, immediately sitting up and head snapping towards the direction of finnick’s appearance greeting you. “hey,” you squeaked out, before clearing your throat and going quiet. kicking off his boots, finnick’s brows knitted together in question. “hey, honey…,” he took in your nervous and rigged state, letting out a worried, “you okay?” either be honest with him or stay quiet, you thought, your eyes leaving his to examine that dangerous novel. he called your name, approaching you slowly, thoughts running between one assumption to the next. “uhm,” you started, before reaching out for the book, turning a few pages back, “can you—uh, please read this.” and finnick nodded, taking the book from you.

a few minutes had passed, only hearing the sounds of pages turning and your own labored breathing. “okay,” finnick said, setting the book down gently and turning to you. he crouched down when you refused to look up at him, so he was at a level to properly see you. “are you okay? did that make you uncomfortable? i can return it—,” you cut him off before he could continue, looking down at him and saying, “i want to do that.” finnick couldn’t help the small curl of his lips, face visibly softening from his own previous anxieties. “with you,” you clarified, hands reaching out and cupping his face. “i’d assume so,” he mumbled before leaning in to kiss you.

he had taken you to the room, reassuring you almost twenty times since you’ve situated yourself, still clothed, on his lap that you could stop anytime. you nodded, shutting him up by kissing him. it went on for a while, kissing him, until you experimented and ground down onto him. the friction was oh so sweet, and you continued at a slow pace. you moaned into his mouth, nipping at his bottom lip. finnick’s hands reached under your shirt, hands gripping onto the soft fat of your hips as he pulled you down—grinding up against you. “more, need more,” you breathed out. it didn’t take long for finnick to undress you, disregarding his own clothes somewhere. it also didn’t take long for you to reposition him against the headboard because, “i want you to be comfortable.” he smiled, giving your forehead a soft kiss as you lined yourself up against him.

when you lowered yourself onto him, tip entering your wet heat, you wondered why you were so nervous. it felt like any other time you and finnick had shared the bed together—until he started getting deeper. until he started reaching places missionary wouldn’t allow. “oh,” you exhale out, finally bottoming out against his base. it was so much all at once, your eyes slipping shut as your forehead fell to his shoulder. “sweetheart,” he groaned out, clenching his teeth when you fluttered around him. “how are you feeling? is this okay?” and you nodded, “just need a minute,” you whispered. after a few moments, you experimentally moved your hips. letting out a small whimper, you repositioned to hold onto his shoulders, head moving up to look him in the eyes. “you feel so good,” he leaned closer to mumble against your lips. his words encouraged you, hips starting to pick up a soft pace of moving up and down.

finnick’s eyes were so full of love, never looking away from you. his hands move up to your waist, grip slightly tightening as he helped you—noticed your thighs starting to tremble. “you’re so good, pretty girl,” he moaned, setting a pace himself to meet yours. “always know how to make me feel good,” and you threw your head back, nails digging little crescents into his shoulders. his mouth found your neck, leaving wet and messy kisses against the smooth skin. “finn,” you sobbed, becoming sloppy with your movements, so close to reaching that high finnick introduced you to. “that’s it, like that,” he encouraged against your neck, feeling his blissed out grin. you clenched around him, one hand coming down to play with your abandoned clit.

“fuck,” finnick murmured, thrusting up into your tight heat as he fell over the edge. you soon followed after, your fingers on your clit being brushed away by finnick to replace them with his own. “good girl, such a good girl for me,” he talked you through it, your thighs shaking as your chest fell up and down against his. when you came, you swear you saw stars, the whole world becoming so small—only you two existed.

that novel was right, riding is a form of art.

i wanna sit on his dick in that chair real bad

edit : 09/04 a fic has been posted

i think this is my favorite picture of him i am so obsessed with this man i can’t even function HES MY LOCKSCREEN LIKE