#kel’s concepts ♡︎

[motelofmermaids]

finnick odair who loves watching you a little too much.

“that’s it, honey.” finnick had you laid on the mattress, thighs trembling, lips abused— red and bitten. but you were frustrated. finnick odair, instead of being on top of you, was sitting across the room; he had not laid a single finger on you the entire night leading up to this. he was resting comfortably on the loveseat that felt like lightyears away, refusing to just walk over and fuck you stupid like you deserved.

his legs were spread, repositioning himself whenever he would twitch—body telling him to get up and take you in all ways imaginable. but a sick and twisted part of him loved that feeling, the delicious burn under his hands as he gripped the armrests to force himself to sit still. he clicked his tongue, giving a wicked, all teeth grin. “honey… you can do it, don’t stop on me now. it wouldn’t be very,” he paused, watching your fingers slow down at your hot and bothered clit. like the tease finnick is, he let out a long, breathy moan to finish his sentence, “nice.” you strangled out a pathetic whimper, a nonverbal beg for him to please get away from that chair and finish what he started.

you had already orgasmed once, when finnick was gently talking you through—promised he’d take care of you after. he lied, and now you were trying to force yourself through a second, and finnick hasn’t even dared to touch himself. despite this, you could tell he was influenced by the sight of you; breath heavy and hot, biting his lips and brows knitting together when you’d arch your back or ask him oh so kindly to touch you. how much you needed him, it should have been written in the bible. your eyebrows furrowed, eyes closing in pure exhaustion and exasperation. “please, finn—“ you whined out, fingers lazily playing with yourself as your other hand traced up and down your stomach. you were desperate, attempted to taunt him closer, “i know you want to touch… to,” you whimper, two fingers slipping inside yourself, “kiss me, to fuck me.”

finnick’s eyes drank in the state of you as if you were the last drop of water in a chalice, his own fingers twitching against the armrests. “finnick,” you sighed, fingers slowly moving as your hips bucked against them, “you’re so mean to me…” and finnick loved the way your teary doe eyes opened and caught his, like you were speaking to his soul. his hands finally moved, rushing to undo his pants and move them down low enough to pull himself out. your eyes shifted down, letting out a quiet moan when he finally broke, thumb playing at his tip. “you know your way with words, sweet girl,” he praised, eyes fluttering as he got off to you pleasuring yourself.

neither of you lasted long after that, finnick talking you through your second orgasm as he tugged at his cock. “look what you do to me—fuck, keep touching yourself.” you incoherently sobbed out little ‘yeah’s’ and ‘’m so close, finn.’ after both of you came, calming down from the delicious highs of sadistic edging, you struggled out a weak, “i’m gettin’ rid of that chair.”

#kel’s concepts ♡︎ #finnick odair smut #finnick odair #finnick odair x reader #finnick odair x you #this is different! but it’s also brilliant #he’s definitely a lil’ sadistic like that #i think

[rafescurtainbangz]

1k!!!! 🩷🤭🌸🎀♡✌️😘 - It's late to do this, but I thought it would be fun to do moodboards for 1k followers. If you are interested, you can come to my ask box and give me a concept and your favorite character, or I can build one for you. 💕🩷✌️just let me know the following

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Anons welcome!! Any fandom. I'll try my best 🫶💕

Thank you for 1k. These past two months have been so fun and reignited my love for writing fanfic. I appreciate all of those who interact with me and support my blog ♡✌️

Kel

#xxbutdaddyilovehimxx #1k friends #1k celebration #rafe cameron #drew starkey #eddie munson #billy hargrove #young coriolanus snow #steve Harrington #jj maybank #obx moodboard #stranger things moodboard #eddie munson moodboard #rafe cameron moodboard #jj maybank moodboard #billy hargrove moodboard #steve harrington moodboard

[angelicyouth]

I reread youth and i had a fucking epiphany (is that how you write it⁉️⁉️) for two aus so im gonna write about them just because

The most straight forward one would be one thats youth x DDLC.

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Like hear me out dude Kenny and Craig just breaking the code because theyre both trying to get w/ you and messing eachother up but then just going "ok fine we can share"

Idk who the other love interests could be tbh but that concept itself just sounds interesting to me

And the second one would be an omori x youth one

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This one would be a bit more like deep?? i think?? but its easier for me to imagine

It can go two ways:

One: Original omori plot, One of the siblings pushing the other down the stairs while their best friend is like "Holy shit dude⁉️⁉️"

Id say itd depend but the character placement would be Mari/Sunny: Y/N and Stan (duh) , Basil:Kyle (Or maybe a more guillabke character like Butters, since Kyle probably wouldn't agree with the idea of staged suicide, maybe idk), Kel: Kenny, Aubrey: Craig, Hero: Kyle or Tolkien, idfk they seem like theyd take the place

OR hear me out:

An omori au where instead of it being a fight between Stan and Y/N, its a fight between Y/N and either Kenny or Craig (or maybe both at the same time') and pulling a Sunny and Basil

Then, instead of one headspace, both of them have a headspace, i feel like itd be interesting to depict how eachother would imagine their headspace personas or world building in general (I feel like Kennys omori / headspace would be more happy and cheerful with a lot of adventures going on, while Craig's is more simple and with less events. its cool 2 see the contrast)

Kennys headspace gangs would be Team Stan while Craig's is his gang and basically it'd be

For Ken's headspace: Aubrey: Stan, Hero: Kyle, Kel: Cartman

For Craig's: Aubrey: Tweek, Hero: Tolkien, Kel: Clyde

Honestly idk, I probably explained this like shit but I hope you get mu point‼️‼️

-mango anon

i love love love when you share your ideas with me mango!!♡

i like the DDLC concept—i didn’t really explore craig & kenny competing with each other for reader in youth ((which is a shame because that’d be so funny)) but maybe i can write something separate about that? maybe even a little prequel from when they were younger?

this also gives me the idea to explore yandere elements if i were to write something completely separate like in the game!! the disturbing lengths the boys would go through just to ensure that reader is theirs

and you know i adore omori!! it’s funny because i actually saw something with south park + omori on tiktok yesterday that i’ll send you the link to!!

⇢ OMORI SPOILERS BELOW

i totally agree that it’d be more complicated to imagine kyle as basil since he’s typically the more logic oriented character and his moral compass is pretty strong. i also think with stan being his super best friend, the guilt would absolutely kill him so as an accomplice he’d be unreliable. but at the same time, reader is his little sister and he wouldn’t want anything to happen to her if people found out so if he convinces her to stage the suicide, the guilt would be absolutely crazy on him since it’s stan. he’d definitely be conflicted and it would tear him up

but butters would def work as basil since he’s very loyal to his friends, no matter how questionable their intentions are ((like the countless times he has gone along with cartman’s schemes)) as he’s pretty gullible!! i also feel like he’d push the reader to stage the suicide so he doesn’t get into trouble with his already shitty parents

or tbh, i can also see cartman as basil? he’d def push the reader to stage the suicide so that they don’t get into trouble ((since he witnessed it)). and with how selfish he is, i can def see him checking up on reader at home when reader starts to become a recluse from the guilt + trauma—he’d make sure reader wouldn’t crack and snitch or anything. he would absolutely try to convince reader that this is the better option whenever he sees her

but then that also leads me to think about tweek as basil because the paranoia would be insane on him if he witnessed the accident—he’d isolate himself like basil so that his paranoid ramblings won’t give them away to anyone that hears him. but also, it’d be easier to write off what he’s saying since people are used to him having word vomit from his anxiety? i’d just worry that he’d get sent to a mental institute with his already poor mental health :(

as for headspace—i definitely agree that kenny would be similar to the colorful + wild things going on that we see in the video game ((we can already see how crazy his inner workings are when he cheesed on cat urine as a kid))!! i also LOVE the idea that the main four would be with him for his adventures whereas craig’s gang would be with him!!

as for craig’s headspace, i feel like his would be like omori’s white space when he’s stationary or the black space when his inner character is walking aimlessly. the colors would be as monotonous as his voice ((just black + white)) and i can see him driving the knife into his body just to go back to white space when he’s tired of walking

#asksforlala #mango anon ♡ #south park x reader #omori

[motelofmermaids]

finnick odair who has been by your side for as long as your memories stretched. as children, you played on the beach, celebrated your birthdays together. your parents often remarked, “they’re attached at the hip,” with chuckles and eye rolls when you’d ask your mom for the third night in a row to have a sleepover. you and him were inseparable.

he was the same finnick odair who would give you seashells that resembled the colour of your eyes or braid your hair after a tiring swim. he was the same finnick who stood tall; gave you a nod of ‘it’s going to be okay’ when he was reaped for the 65th hunger games. he was the same boy you always knew when he hugged you goodbye as you sobbed into his chest.

he remained the same finnick odair who returned home after the games, only to eventually turn into what they called the capitol’s darling—meaning he was absent more often than you’d prefer. for some time, you were left in the dark. he’d return dejected, eyes weary, and quiet. the truth eluded you until that night you held him in your arms, the both of you cried, your fingers gently brushed through his hair as he told you everything.

he was still the finnick odair you knew when your named had been called during the reaping for the 70th hunger games. fortune could have favored you; you were recently eighteen, and you could’ve been free after this year’s games. yet, there you were, standing next to another district 4 boy who once worked for your father. when you found finnick in the crowd, you nodded, as he now occupied the position you were in years before.

he stayed the same finnick odair you forever knew, who embraced you as soon as you returned. he was still the same man when he gently brushed your hair away from your traumatized eyes. you didn’t eat for a week, despite his attempts to encourage you. he was there when you woke up screaming from nightmares, and he was there when you ran to the bathroom to vomit.

“we’re alike in ways i wish we weren’t, sweet girl.” finnick had finally gotten you out to the beach since your victory in the games, it’s almost been a year now. he worries at his bottom lip, looking down at you while shaking his head softly. “i love you… and…,” finnick started in a whisper, “you’ve always been my anchor. you’ve always been that one thing that could mend the broken parts of me.” you took a sharp inhale, unable to help the stinging feeling in your eyes as tears formed. finnick odair, the man that never changed in your eyes; the man who cared for you at your worst. he was the same man who had a collection of seashells on his nightstand, only because they were the colour of your eyes. the man who loves you.

#finnick odair #finnick odair x you #finnick odair x reader #kel’s concepts ♡︎ #i don’t know how to feel about this…

[motelofmermaids]

The First Taste

(+18, mdni)

finnick odair, who’s finally gotten you underneath him, can no longer get enough of you. finnick odair who finally had you at the will of his hands, in his web; gentle hands sliding down your body as his lips embrace the curvature of your neck. until his hands reach your hips and his thumbs dig ever so slightly into the soft fat. every sound, every sigh, every shy call of his name and he has the clench his jaw because he feels as if he’s the one being touched and explored. finnick odair who gives you a soft kiss and a gentle question of, “do you feel ready for this, honey?” and with a nod, he slowly starts moving lower, consuming your entire being in passionate kisses and small bites that he immediately soothes with his tongue.

he’s drunk off you now, mindlessly kissing and tasting every spot as he travels lower— the the one spot that’s a wonder you’ve never really dared to explore. you sighed, with a soft moan following soon after as he reached your vulva with a gentle peck. you look down to him, who never looked away from you. he looked starved. you reach to brush along the side of his jaw because you love him so much. “i love you,” finnick always seemed to read your mind. you try to reach down to him in an uncomfortable position of moving onto your elbows and he meets you halfway.

the way he kisses you is mind bending, it’s always a chase that you immediately let him win. you’ve been growing weary for a while now, and no one is to blame. finnick wanted to take his time, wanted you to know that you were more than sex, that he wanted you for your heart and soul. he didn’t want to rush to the capitol’s standards. you started to get impatient; heaven cannot wait forever, after all. you smile against his lips and he follows suit, slowly pulling away and fluttering his eyes open to give you this look. this loving look that tells you ‘i’m here, i’m always here,’ before going back down as you reposition your back and head onto the mattress.

your eyes are on the ceiling when you let out a surprised moan and your thighs flinch. finnick, that man, that man who playfully nipped at your inner thigh. that man who’s now chuckling against said thigh. “finn,” you whine, threatening to close your legs around his head but he’s already spreading them back apart. “i’m sorry, sweet girl,” he still has that playful grin on his face. his calloused hands gently rub at your thighs, thumbs drawing small circles as he finally reaches back down. gently kissing your folds, you let out a sigh of air you didn’t know you were holding. he goes at that for a little while, relishing in the wetness you produce, until he needs the first taste and laves his tongue over your pussy.

your hands immediately reach for something to hold, fingers slipping through his bronze hair. his tongue runs between your folds up to your clit, lips enveloping the small bundle of nerves that has you arching your back and whining at the foreign feeling. finnick looks up to you, the most he can in this position, and watches your chest rise and fall. he watches you bite your lower lip, he watches the column of your neck bob as you swallow down moans. “finnick… finnick, feels ‘s good.”

he’s losing his mind; seeing his love so fucked out, he urges you to an orgasm fairly quick. yet he doesn’t stop until your thighs are shaking for a second one. he breathes you, especially after his first taste.

#finnick odair x you #finnick odair x reader #finnick odair #based off of my favorite fiona apple song #i HOPE y’all like this #i tried to make it more sweet than just pure smut #kel’s concepts ♡︎ #finnick odair smut

[motelofmermaids]

i barely see gentle anakin skywalker… so… i am introducing it to y’all! rots anakin (lord have mercy) ❥ (+18)

anakin skywalker is unpredictable, in more ways than one—always leaving your breath caught in your chest.

he was rough in his voice, he had a strong sense of force. you knew that, he stood tall and confident… been through the darkest of days, the darkness of his life. he was cold because of that, never quite letting anyone in as much as he did with obi-wan. but you were different, and he knew that from the beginning. when you were sitting across from him in the jedi council, being only two years younger than him—the second youngest person to hold a position on the council—he knew you were different. you were soft in all ways. your voice, gentle. your eyes so sweet and smile just as warm when looking at everyone. including him.

you were the one that was there to arrest chancellor palpatine when anakin was at his lowest, fighting the dark side, slowly succumbing to the manipulation. you were there to give him a voice, allowing him to use it when the council fought so hard to refuse. he was head over heels, always around you. he smiled more, spoke up more—joked around, even. and eventually, he was not afraid of you being a little too close, was not afraid of your touch burning his skin—he was not afraid of receiving true love, because he was no longer afraid of losing you like he had lost his mother.

he stood tall and strong, but he was no longer cold and dark. anakin conveyed this in many ways, more specifically when you were beneath him. with a hand on your hip, his other, robotic arm, rested up against your head, his elbow digging into the pillow to hold himself up—too afraid to put too much weight on you, so afraid to break you like fine china.

he’d go slow, so excruciatingly slow. you’d beg out quiet sobs. ‘ani, please… ani, you can go faster,’ and how he loved your sings of utter submission. kissing up your neck, breathing so heavily into your ear. he’d leave you shaking, tears prickling your eyes because anakin was gentle, treating you like the most vulnerable thing as he shielded you with his body, fucking you with such fervor. wasn’t afraid to moan, show you just how much he craved your entire being. you were his religion, the way you whimpered and cried against the ghost of his lips—and god, he loved your lips. loved seeing his thumb trace it, loved seeing his fingers push in, pull out, push in until you were drooling around them.

anakin talks you through it so well, knows what to say to get you clenching around him, eyelashes fluttering as he stares into your pretty doe eyes. cannot help it, he argues, the way your whole body floats and blushes and glows when he calls you a ‘pretty girl,’ when he’s telling you ‘god… fuck—you take it so well, good girl.’ you were irresistible. he did it even when he’d be doing all the work, turning you into a sweet puddle of mess. he’d tell you how good you were doing. he craved the reaction. the praise he gave you, it made him feel powerful.

he’d mumble heavy i love you’s into your thighs, exploring every crevice, mapping out every single detail of a body he wants to engrave behind his eyelids. loved the way your fingers would twitch and pull his hair when his tongue would have you soaring and hiccuping out the most divine sounds. you were an angel, he’d conclude, every time his lips wrapped around your sensitive bundle of nerves.

he cannot get enough you, he never will, and he conveys it in multiple ways. anakin skywalker is gentle.

#kel’s concepts ♡︎ #anakin skywalker loves you #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin x you #anakin x reader #anakin skywalker #anakin imagine #anakin smut #anakin fanfiction #i did not proofread this #but i love him so much

[motelofmermaids]

finnick odair who takes immense pleasure in the way you beg. he’s been at it for a while now, his lips lazily kissing your folds; you’re in between a blissful circumstance of heaven and unrelenting torment. he knew what he was doing, you knew that. the way he handled you always made you feel pure, in the most filthy way possible. “finn…. finnick, please.” the beginning now turned into a blur, and the duration of his endeavors eluded your memory to nothing but his tongue. fresh tears run down your face over dry ones, your legs so sore they lay spread, occasionally twitching when he lets his tongue slip into your wetness. “please,” you pant out, “need more. need you… please, god.” and finnick pulls up, his lips and chin glistened with your desire. “what do you need, honey?” his pupils are blown wide; he looks as fucked out as you, but the notable difference is the cocky grin he’s wearing as he observes you. “need you inside me,” you mumble out in a half whine, half sigh of momentary relief. “sweetheart, all you had to do was ask.” finnick odair loves teasing you for as long as he possibly can, savoring the sight of you in such a rewarding state—alike to a fallen angel who’s indulged in the life of such tempting sin.

#finnick odair #finnick odair x you #finnick odair x reader #finnick odair smut #kel’s concepts ♡︎

[motelofmermaids]

finnick odair who braids your hair after a tiring swim. finnick odair who always gifts you a small pouch filled with seashells and other beautiful things he’s found. finnick odair who loves to give you small kisses by your eyes because, “eyes are the windows to the soul, honey, and you have mine for eternity.” finnick odair who prefers when you wear his shirts or sweaters with nothing else around the house. finnick odair who never takes off the seashell necklace you gifted him on his eighteenth birthday. finnick odair who caresses and kisses said necklace when he misses you. finnick odair who loves when you lay on top of him because it grounds him. finnick odair who loves drawing shapes into your thighs and hips with his fingers while listening to you rant. finnick odair who rests his head on your lap when talking about something because he loves when you start to play with his hair. finnick odair who reminds you how much he loves you every day.

#finnick odair #finnick odair x reader #finnick odair x you #kel’s concepts ♡︎ #i cried while writing this #he’s so perfect

[motelofmermaids]

finnick odair discovers the deal you made with coriolanus snow during the quarter quell, the time when both of you were reaped.

"stop," you pleaded, backing against the wall, your breath catching in your chest. “stop looking at me like that.” finnick cornered you, his eyebrows pinched together in anger, and his mouth set in a straight line. "looking at you like what, hm?" unable to maintain eye contact, your eyes scanned the room, avoiding his piercing look, that pure disappointment that shattered you.

finnick odair, the man you've loved since your shared experiences began. the man who’s pulled you up and down in the obstacles of life. finnick odair, who waited for you, fought for you, killed for you so that he could kiss you once more. now, exasperating huffs into your face, his hands flexed with overwhelmed emotions.

a lump in your throat made speaking difficult; you felt like you were choking on regret with the way his gaze scrutinized you. "stop lookin’ at me with… with those eyes," you winced, "like i could just disappear, and you wouldn't care why." finnick stepped back, his expression morphing into something more painful than you could imagine—softened brows, raised almost; eyes examining your face, your eyes, your trembling lips. his frown took you down to the depths of hell.

"what?" you knew you deserved this, but you couldn't find the words, the apologies you'd built up for years had turnt into pathetic excuses. "why," finnick began before turning around, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "why would you say that? why would you think that? i don't understand. you lied to me, led me—"

you snapped, walking up to him and grabbing his arm in a wordless plea. "i didn't, finnick. i didn't mean to. it was never my intention to trick you; it was never for show," you cried out, eyes wide and raging. "i made a mistake. i fucked up so bad. please look at me. how do i make you stay?" finnick looked down at you, his mouth parted, and the intensity in his eyes faltered.

he was silent, hesitating with his own thoughts. you took it as an invitation for you to keep talking. "he threatened you, threatened me, my family—threatened us all. i don't know why i didn't tell you sooner… but i was scared; we didn't know each other. i didn't trust it. i took his deal for my family." finnick slowly turned towards you, distrust and love crashing together like an unpredictable storm at sea.

"were we real?" he croaked, needing the reaffirmation for the sake of his blinded heart. his opposite hand gently covered yours that tightly gripped at his arm. you took a deep breath, closing your eyes for a moment to ground yourself with his touch. "we were— we are. i love you, finn. i love you more than anything." he leaned down, tears threatening his reddened eyes. "i love you, sweetheart." yet he was pulling away, and you felt like you were going to throw up. "but i need time."

#kel’s concepts ♡︎ #y’all are going to hate me for this one #finnick odair #finnick odair x reader #finnick odair x you #i literally got my inspiration from a 2016 flume song #LIKE WHAT??? #never be like you is so good though #that was my song in 2016

[motelofmermaids]

bellamy blake who initially didn’t care to know the real you. he much preferred to provoke you while out on patrol and searches. bellamy blake who would call you ‘princess’ and ‘sweetheart’ in a condescending manner when you’d share your thoughts to the group. bellamy blake who’d yell “whatever the hell we want” as you grimaced at him, shaking your head and hiding away from the chaos. bellamy blake who noticed you wandering off one night, so he decided to follow you, the intention to give you a hard time prickling against his skin. bellamy blake who was ready to call out your name when he couldn’t find you, suddenly alert and… worried, until he heard your laughs. bellamy blake who took in the sight of glowing butterflies surround you, kiss your skin with a beautiful blue hue as you smiled at such an enchanting sight. bellamy blake who approached you cautiously, as if you were a fragile fawn, afraid you’d flee with the butterflies. bellamy blake who discovered something about you and himself that night as he sat in the grass: letting butterflies land on him, smiling at your stories, opening up about things he wouldn’t dare tell anyone else back at camp. bellamy blake who unexpectedly grew fond for you in the short span of time getting to know the real you.

#kel’s concepts ♡︎ #bellamy blake #bellamy blake x reader #bellamy blake x you #the 100 #i have mixed feelings about this one folks

[motelofmermaids]

anakin skywalker who works on the garden your home has, a small cottage hidden away on naboo. anakin skywalker who loves to caress your cheeks, absolutely adores holding everything he loves in the palms of his hands. anakin skywalker who’s so comfortable around you, he laughs loudly and freely—maybe even snorts. anakin skywalker who blushes when you call him ‘mine’ and ‘handsome.’ anakin skywalker who holds you from behind as you make breakfast because he cannot get enough of you. anakin skywalker who keeps his written wedding vows to you hidden in his notebook, along with dried flower petals from your bouquet because he just loves you so dearly. anakin skywalker who buys you the trinkets and clothes your eyes linger on for a little too long, because he knows you truly want it.

#anakin skywalker loves you #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin x reader #anakin skywalker #anakin x you #kel’s concepts ♡︎ #i love him

[motelofmermaids]

finnick odair, in spite of appearance, knew that your staged romance with peeta was exactly just that—a performance. he didn’t believe a moment of it, he could see it in your eyes; the awkward hand holding, the hesitant affections you initiated. despite his claims, he needed proof; he was cocky that way. he wanted to know for sure that your love for him—your relationship was just a capitol scheme.

as you walked into the training room, peeta turned his head, “remember, today is about making alliances.” sighing, you scanned the room as everyone trained, attempting to form their own alliances and honing their set skills. “so far, i’m not exactly overwhelmed by our choices,” you remarked, and you and peeta split up. following haymitch’s orders, you started making your rounds.

“friction generates heat; heat generates fire,” you overhead as you walked towards the district 3 tributes. “you should move your hands a little lower,” you started as you seated yourself with them, “and… faster, too.” you conversed with beetee and wiress, sharing skills and awkwardly laughing when you had asked questions. you learned about the barrier they put up in the overhead room, thanks to your previous frustrations.

you finally reached mags, who was crafting a beautiful fishhook. you told her how brave you thought she was, how she volunteered for that younger girl. in response, she gently raised a hand to her chest and smiled. you shared a heartwarming interaction, mentioning your sister to her. regardless of her age, you were eager to form an alliance with her. “if you uhm,” but you needed to change the conversation away from your sister—you knew you couldn’t get emotional here, “if you wanna teach me how to make a fishhook like that, i could teach you how to hunt.”

finnick observed you the entire time, taking note of your expressions and the way you spoke. he dared let his thoughts focus on your smile, something he immediately pushed into the back of his mind. after you had finished with mags, you were off alone and tying a knot when he found his opportunity—and seized it. he walked up close behind you, his chest barely grazing your back as he smirked. “here…,” he breathed out, bringing his hands up to reach your own, his skin just barely ghosting yours. you flinched, turning around. the close proximity made your lips twitch with a soft gasp, eyes wide and gaping at the man.

brows furrowed, finnick looked down at you. you hadn’t jumped and moved away, as he assumed you would. he assumed a whole theatrical of evil glares and snarky comments. instead, your cheeks turned on you as they heated up, giving you a soft blush. he examined you; your eyes, your reddening cheeks, your lips. finnick forced himself to looked away, because he was betraying himself in his plan. clearing his throat, he took a few steps back. he was, for a lack of better words, dumbfounded. “uh…,” he chuckled awkwardly, “uhm, here. give me the rope. i’ll show you how to tie a useful knot perfect for the arena.” he got the answer he wanted, but more questions kept him frustrated.

#finnick odair #kel’s concepts ♡︎ #finnick odair x reader #finnick odair x you #well… this was fun! #i love including other characters #beetee and wiress :( #MAGS :( <3

[motelofmermaids]

finnick odair who makes sure to take his time. he makes sure to think about it, makes sure it’s all real with you. he knows not to compare you with the other women he’s been ‘involved’ with. deep down, he should know not to immediately judge, especially when you have those eyes. that smile, that little furrow in your brows when listening to someone intently. when you have a laugh that is indistinguishable from the smooth waves that collide into him; as you collide into his heart. finnick odair knows better, because you are his as much as he is yours.

#finnick odair #finnick odair x you #finnick odair x reader #currently screaming and crying #kel’s concepts ♡︎

[motelofmermaids]

❥ flirting with keegan russ, a new addition to task force 141, while on a mission.

keegan russ had joined task force 141 for a special operation. no one knew of him aside from price; you were, so to speak, intrigued. he was quiet, never sticking around the already close-knit group unless work was discussed. he was always off to the side, arms resting crossed against his chest. alike to simon, he never took off his mask, the only thing visible were his compelling blue-grey eyes that pierced through anyone he looked at. the only other noticeable thing was the bridge of his nose bulging against the face covering, and you thought about things you usually wouldn’t dare. he pulled you in, even as you sat on the couch next to johnny, nodding at whatever the hell he was saying—you couldn’t pay attention. not when he was looking right at you, back leaning heavy against the wall.

“where’s your goddamn head at,” simon questioned as he passed by, taking a seat in the chair across from you, “listen.” in spite of his snappy tone, you and simon were relatively close. he was like a mentor to you when you joined the task force, despite only being a few years younger than him. soon after, you and him became friends; he was overly protective of you, just as he was with johnny. simon, johnny, and you became known as the death trio in 141—you lot always refused to work apart during missions. “whatever, ghost,” you rolled your eyes and repositioned to focus on the conversation, but the thought of keegan’s eyes on you still tingled beneath your skin.

a few weeks had passed, and keegan never necessarily warmed up to 141, he was distant with everyone. despite this, he still talked strategy, still sat close by when discussing the current mission. late at night, unable to sleep and needing to just wander the base house, you once saw simon and him together—that about being the only time you’ve seen him willingly converse with someone other than captain price. you weren’t in your right mind when it came to the mysterious man, forcing your brain to fill pieces in or let your thoughts run wild. and they did, keeping you up so you could touch yourself to the thought of his gloved hands, or his deep voice whispering just about anything against your ear. you needed a taste of him, but he was unapproachable. it made you frustrated.

“simon…,” you started, slowly swaying to him as he checked and prepared his weapons. he looks up at you a for brief moment to acknowledge you, to let you continue. “keegan—i saw you talking to him the other night. what was it about?” simon put his knife down, letting out a raspy and short chuckle. “i knew it,” and his blatant comment made you defensive. you waved your arms around, trying to convince him otherwise until he gave you this look of ‘stop fucking around.’ you leaned against the table with a dramatic sigh before saying, “well.. how the hell do i get him to talk to me? he’s so unapproachable and it’s fucking with me. does he even know my name?” kyle cleared his throat, walking in on the conversation with a sly grin.

“move out! soap, gaz— you’re with me. keegan, are you in position?” simon called over the radio, as you ran behind a large cargo container. “in position,” keegan replied, and if you didn’t have your eyes set on the hostile party, you’d melt into the ground. “alejandro, what’s your position? you’re supposed to be with me,” you huffed out, checking the other cargos with your scope. it was silent, and you started to worry. you’ve been alone numerous of times on the field, but simon and johnny were far away—it felt like the mission was starting to fall apart. “he’s to your left, five cargo containers ahead of you.” keegan informed, switching between alejandro and you. you let out the breath you’ve been holding, relief bringing back the confidence of the mission. “thanks, pretty boy,” you slipped before you could even register the thought.

then it clicked… kyle’s idea. when he interrupted your conversation with simon, he gave the wild idea of flirting with him. it was crazy to think about, especially because you couldn’t even face him. but when simon interjected and made the point of ‘you won’t even see him, he’ll be up in the mountains and you’ll be on the ground.’ and to which gaz added, ‘it should work, he’s a quiet guy, mostly listens. he’ll have to notice you—or at least acknowledge your attempts.’ and a giddy smile adorned your face as you looked up into the mountains. keegan, on the other hand, had to look away from his scope because suddenly his face felt hot and his hands were sweating. johnny called your name over the radio, telling you to move out and regroup with alejandro.

recovering and back on the scope, keegan covered you as you ran from cargo to cargo. you bit down on your lip, offering a shy, “liking the view?” and you swear you heard keegan’s breath hitch. you reached alejandro, brows furrowed as you nudged him, whispering a frustrated, “why didn’t you reply to my comms?” he shook his head, directing your eyes to an enemy combatant. his gun was in his holster, searching around a nearby container. you pulled out your knife, and on alejandro’s silent approval, you attacked as he covered you. “got one down—soap, ghost, we’re going to check the container.” it ended up being a bust, only gear and tactical equipment.

the mission continued to flow smoothly, moving in on the target. it felt too easy, but maybe it was due to keegan directing and maneuvering the ground operatives. “you’re so helpful,” you let out a dreamy sigh into the radio, “i guess i’ll always need you to take care of me, russ.” and keegan felt like he couldn’t breathe correctly, his chest falling up and down heavily against the ground as his mouth went dry. he was able to perform in extreme conditions, but this was different, and it was much thanks to you. finally having the courage to even utter a sound, keegan grumbled your name in warning over the radio. you couldn’t help the slight wobble in your knees, and there was new progress in this blossoming relationship.

so, he does know your name.

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[motelofmermaids]

clay beresford loves to bend you over his desk.

“clay… oh!” a large hand snakes up to your face, clamping it over your whiny mouth. you muffle needy, pathetic moans against his hand, eyes rolling back. “shhh,” his lips ghost against your ear, your body responding in a shudder. “c’mon, baby. you don’t want people hearing, no?” his cock teases your entrance once more, his tip running through your glistening folds.

your pencil skirt rests above the curve of your ass, and clay bites down on his lip at the sight. “wouldn’t want anyone else to see you like this, baby. my heart might give out.” and your eyebrows knit together, a moan slipping past your smothered lips as he slides back in. his other hand grips your hip tightly, pulling you closer to his cock, giving you no choice to move as he indulges in your sweet, tight heat. “fuck…” low and deep, he whispers, eyes fluttering shut at the sensation.

“does this excite you, my love? my considerate secretary… always such a dirty girl for me.” he punctuates his words with his deep thrusts, driving you nearly delirious as you take it. your weak attempts at moaning were no use, and clay couldn’t help the smile that adorned his lips as he watched you claw at his desk—the rustle of documents scattering from their original, neatly stacked piles. “leaving me a mess?” he leans down closer, his breath fanning across the back of your neck. you whimper, clenching around his twitching cock. “i’m treating you well, baby… and you’re leaving me a mess to clean up?” he taunts with a grin, his hips moving painfully slow.

he moves his hand, instead letting his fingers play at your lips before slipping two digits in. you suck softly, drool dripping down his long fingers as you force yourself into silence. “good girl, baby—fuck, you’re always so, so good… taking it well.”

he knows exactly how to push you, leaving you a disheveled mess, bent over his desk. it’s a ritual, one that always leaves your soaked underwear filled with his come—needing to run to the bathroom before it drips down your thighs. and clay… he’s addicted to it. addicted to the intense pounding of his heart, the high that comes with treating you so, so well.

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[motelofmermaids]

keegan russ who fucks you when he’s jealous.

(task force 141!keegan russ)

you could be smiling at johnny mid-conversation, maintaining eye contact or patting simon’s arm in acknowledgment—hell, you could be standing in the kitchen with kyle, having a cup of coffee. it didn’t matter, not to keegan, especially when he ended up between your legs. he’d take you in any way possible, fucking you until you’re nothing but drunk and stupid off of him.

he would grin as he bit at your inner thighs, legs twitching to close shut around his head when he’d abuse your clit with his tongue. he’d go slow, only so he could drink up the sighs of his name and slurred begs coming from you. feigning sympathy, he’d knit his brows together as your frustrated moans sung against his lips, mask pulled up to his nose so he could taste you—thighs shaking as you rode him. he’d ask you, “what’s wrong, sweetheart?” and, “thought you could take me.” keegan would definitely click his tongue as you gripped onto his mask at the back of his neck; his eyes tearing your soul apart, as if it were judgment day and you wouldn’t make it to that sweet, sweet paradise.

he’d pant against your ear, his mask tickling the sensitive skin there, “fuck… pretty girl, you were made for me.” because he wouldn’t let his frustration out on your divine body, wouldn’t treat you poorly. no, keegan would show you how much he desired you—remind you how perfect you were for him, as if the heavens created you just for him, for his cock. and you’d sob into the thick air as he fingered you. he’d play at your hot and bothered bundle of nerves, run his calloused fingers through your wet folds—and you’d let him, allowing him to take you in any way he pleased. it was a sick and twisted indication that he knew you more than yourself, and that you needed him.

and it was all because of pure bitterness. he’d take you apart just to put you back together—an impure routine. it didn’t matter to keegan russ, as long as you were crying out his name in incoherent pleas and prayers.

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