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DANIEL BRÜHL for Hunger Magazine (2013)

#daniel brühl #daniel bruhl #gifs

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boys that spread their legs when they sit down are just whores that want attention.

manspreading? no, thats called presenting honey.

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Pretty Boy 🖤

Sub Peeta x Fem! Reader

Plot: After a month of no intimacy with Peeta you decided to give him a punishment.

AN: As promised for the winner of the poll! I’ll be doing another poll later to see what the next one will be about! Once again disclaimer for any typos or mistakes. And thank you all for the support it means a lot 🥹! I am taking requests so feel free to do so 🤘

contains: smut, sub Peeta , dom fem reader!,character aged up, handcuffs, overstimulation, no katniss

It was a rainy day when you decided that your boredom just needed to be cured.

You and Peeta had been living together as a couple ever since he came home from the games. It had been great between the both of you. Every day you would wake up to freshly cooked pastries from your boyfriend, and at night you both had incredible chemistry.

That is to say that as of recently the both of you had been going on for about a month without any sexual intimacy. And today you decided you had had enough. You went up to Peeta who was per usual making something in the kitchen. It kept his mind occupied and off of the memories he held onto from his experience in the games.

He noticed you coming towards him with a serious look in your eyes. Immediately putting his stuff away sitting down ready to hear you out. “Yes, darling?” He spoke questioning as you began to sit down as well.

“Peeta it’s been a month”

He furrowed his eyebrows giving you a confused look. “A month? Of what? Did I miss our anniversary?”

You looked at the blonde-haired boy questioning whether he was playing coi or he genuinely didn’t know what you were saying.

“You know what never mind.” You said as you rolled your eyes turning away from him.

Peeta shook his head, still looking confused. "Know what y/n? You haven't told me anything yet," he said gently.

You took a deep breath and looked him straight in the eyes. "It's been a month since we've been intimate, Peeta," you said, trying to keep your voice steady. “Did I do something wrong?” You asked expecting the worst.

He began to shake his head “No no no, I just-” He paused. “I wasn't sure if you wanted to-”

Now you gave him a confused look. “What?”

“I didn't want to force you into anything”

You felt a warmth spread throughout your body at his words. It was sweet of him to be so considerate, but it wasn't what you wanted. "Peeta, I want to. I've been wanting to. I just didn't know how to bring it up, but do you know how long a month is?”

Peeta chuckled, understanding your frustration. "I know, y/n. I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you."

“Oh, you're going to make it up to me, now!” You grabbed his hand dragging him to the bedroom immediately throwing him onto the bed and locking the door.

“Hey now slow down beautiful what's happening.” He said propping himself up.

“I’ll show you what's happening-” You walked over to the drawer next to the bed. As you opened it you dug through it looking for the one item you never thought you would use. Yet here you were pulling out a pair of fluffy pink handcuffs.

You dangled them in front of Peeta, his expression turning into that of fear. “Your not actually going to use those on me, right?” Before he could utter another word you walked over to him straddling him making sure he wouldn't move. You placed the handcuffs on him placing his hands to be above his head.

And you couldn't lie, the angle, seeing Peeta so…vulnerable made you want to do unspeakable things.

“Is this what you want?” He asked his eyes filled with fear.

“It's what you deserve.”

You heard him gulp as he struggled to verbalize. “I’m- why dont we take things slow maybe– fuck.” Was all he said as you took his clothed member into your hands. You could feel his desperation to be released already as he bucked his hips in the air. “Please-”

“Pleading already?” You cooed as you began to untie his belt taking off his pants.

His precum already showing through his boxers. You looked up at him. His cheeks flushed red. You knew he felt exposed and you loved it. “Such a pretty boy”

You slid his boxers off as his cock sprung out. His body shivering from the release.

You couldn't help but smile at his reaction. His body was so responsive to your touch, and it made you feel powerful. You leaned down and took him into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip before taking him deeper .“God fuck-” Peeta moaned and his body arched, the handcuffs preventing him from moving.

You continued to work your mouth on him, feeling him twitch and throb inside you. You used your hand to stroke him as you sucked, alternating between soft licks and deep sucks. Peeta's breathing became ragged and his moans becoming into desperate whines of pleasure. “I think I'm going-” With a pop, you took your mouth off his cock wiping your lips.

“Why'd you stop-” He spoke panting.

You smirked at Peeta's frustration, enjoying the power you had over him. "Not yet," you replied, crawling up his body to straddle him again. You leaned in to kiss him deeply, tasting yourself on his tongue. Your hands roamed over his chest.

“I need you-” He spoke between the kiss, his body writhing beneath you. You scoffed.

“Now you do.”

You broke the kiss, trailing your lips down his neck and chest, stopping to suck and bite at his skin. "Please," he begged, his hands pulling at the handcuffs above him.

"Please what?" you teased, trailing your fingers down his stomach towards his hard cock. You could feel the heat between your legs growing, and you knew you needed him just as badly as he needed you.

"Pl-Please... let me touch you," Peeta begged, his eyes pleading with you.

"I don't know, Peeta," you said, teasing him. "I kind of like having you all to myself." You smirked as you decided it was time for one final punishment. You opened the drawer one more time grabbing a condom and placing it carefully onto his shaft. You slid your clothes off positioning your entrance onto him.

“You ready pretty boy?”

Peeta's eyes widened with anticipation as he nodded, unable to form words. You lowered yourself onto him, feeling his hardness fill you completely. You began to move, riding him slowly at first, savoring the feeling of him inside you.

Peeta's moans grew louder, his hips bucking up to meet yours. "F-faster," he stuttered, his body shivering from the contact.

You picked up the pace, bouncing on his cock harder. Peeta's moans turning into whimpers, and his body shaking with overstimulation. "I-I can't- ah- I'm gonna-"

You didn't stop as he came, determined to push him over the edge. "Not until I'm done" you demanded, riding him harder and faster, feeling your orgasm building.

Peeta's body was now shivering uncontrollably, his eyes squeezed shut, and his breathing erratic. "P-Please," he whimpered, "I can't take it anymore. I'm a good boy, remember? You can't do this to me."

You smirked at his plea, loving the way he begged for release. "Oh, but I can," you replied, slowing down your movements to tease him. "I'm going to make you come again and again until you're completely and utterly wasted. And I'm finished."

The poor boy's eyes filled with a mixture of pleasure and fear as you resumed your movements, pushing him towards his second orgasm. "L-let me make you cum, P-Please I’ll do anything. Just let me touch you," he begged unable to moan anymore as only desperate whines came out of him.

You could feel your climax building, but you were determined to make him beg for release. "Tell me how much of a pretty boy you are and how badly you need me to come."

"I'm a pretty boy," Peeta stuttered, his words barely coherent. "I'm such a pretty fucking boy-"

You could feel his body tensing beneath you, and with one final push, he exploded into the condom with a loud cry. Peeta's body convulsed beneath you.

You collapsed onto his chest, feeling your own body shake with the intensity of your orgasm.

You felt his chest panting as he managed to stutter out only a few words. "T-that was- I-I-"

You leaned up to kiss him, a gentle smile on your face. "Shh, it's okay," you said, stroking his hair. "I know."

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all i ever wanted, all i ever needed (is here in my arms)

ೃ⁀➷ katniss everdeen x peeta mellark

ೃ⁀➷ summary: pre- epilogue, peeta has nightmares, katniss and him get to know each other(and their bodies) in ways they never had.

ೃ⁀➷ word count: 5.3k+

ೃ⁀➷ a/n: yes this is a tad out of character, yes i do not give a fuck, mommy katniss, and baby boy peeta, what can i say i am a sucker for a femdom and a soft boy. you can thank the hunger games resurgance on tiktok for this. i finally watched the movies after just reading the books twice, and i went straight to a03, and when i could not find what i was looking for, well i went straight for my computer, i hope you get enjoyment out of reading this as i did writing this, and with this post, i am back, and my hiatus has ended, :)

ೃ⁀➷ warnings/ tags: super light dom/sub, first time, oral, cunnilingus, bjs, slighly sub peeta mellark, slightly dom katniss everdeen, pre-epilogue, i read the books a long time ago, soft sex, fluff and smut, nightmares, peeta mellark needs a hug, peeta mellark has nightmares, p in v, hurt/comfort, comfort no hurt, canon compliant, touch-starved peeta, loss of virginity for both parties, peeta is a good boy, praise kink, peeta mellark has a praise kink, dom/sub undertones, subby peeta mellark, super slight breeding kink

ೃ⁀➷ please reblog & leave a comment with your thoughts <3

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katniss usually awoke with the sun. she took note of the darkness as she was yanked from her slumber. 

it was uncommon for katniss to wake up to peeta’s nightmares. 

whimpers escaped his lips, his body trembled and spasmed, and her gut wrenched in sympathy.

katniss wiped the sweat from his brow, kissed his forehead, and did her best to wake him up softly.

arms enveloped her and pulled her towards him.

he burrowed his face in the crook of her neck. his body shook with silent sobs.

katniss ran her hands up and down his back, his grip tight on her body.

she hummed softly.

“i’m here, you are here with me, and we are safe.”

it must have been a particularly bad nightmare, he whimpered and shook, his grip tightening. their limbs tangled.

“you are safe with me, we look out for each other, and we always do. let me look out for you.”

she felt him nod against her.

she ran a hand through his soft hair, sticking to his scalp with sweat.

katniss was always careful with her words, with her affection. but here, in the dark, with a boy who so very clearly loved her in her arms, she felt safe. 

and peeta had always and would always be there for her, she wanted to be there for him too. she wanted him to have comfort, to find comfort in her.

“my beautiful boy, why do you cry?”

sobs wrecked his body. 

katniss just held him, let him soil her nightshirt, and made calming noises from deep in her throat.

slowly, the heaving sobs softened, and his breathing evened. katniss closed her eyes, comforted by his body close to her, and let herself go.

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katniss awoke to a cold bed.

she wrapped herself in a cardigan, her soft pants rustling as she walked down the stairs. the kitchen did not smell like freshly baked bread, so she walked to the garden.

there he was, on his knees, tending the primrose.

“good morning peeta.”

peeta stiffened slightly, he did not turn around to greet her. something was bothering him.

she carefully made her way toward him.

she placed her hands on his shoulders, she keeping quiet. kneading his shoulders. and just existing with him. living, breathing, being with him.

she hummed softly, happy to be keeping him company, but she had been craving meat, it had been some time since her last hunt.

“i am thinking of hunting today, maybe we can cook the catch and invite haymitch to dinner. it’s been a while since we’ve had him.”

peeta relaxed into her touch but stayed quiet.

it was eerie and it was rubbing katniss the wrong way.

she knelt beside him, reached to cup his face and moved him to face her.

his eyes were puffy and red. he had bags under his eyes. he looked, well, he looked haunted.

“peeta…”

he leaned into her touch, closed his eyes, and inhaled her scent.

he nodded, “i’ll bake us something for dinner.”

his voice was rough, all wrong. but she let it go. she would give him some time, maybe it would help, if not… then she would cross that bridge when she got there.

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dinner was an awkward affair. the bread was soft and warm, and the bird’s meat was perfect.

and peeta was his charming self. but something was off. his eyes were duller. haymitch side-eyed katniss, they seemed to understand one another. something was clearly wrong 

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haymitch left with a pointed look. it was quiet as they cleaned. eerily so. 

they did not speak as they went through the motions of their nightly routine. they closed the curtains but left the light on. 

peeta was stiff as he got into bed, his eyes were closed tight. hands curled into fists.

“peeta, what’s wrong? you have been off all day.” her words were soft. barely audible.

he shook his head.

katniss got into bed and sat in front of his torso.

“talk.” 

“sometimes, i just miss my family. they were imperfect, and none of my siblings volunteered for me, but i know they loved me. in their own way. and i- can’t, katniss- sometimes i just can’t deal with the fact that i’m alive, and they are… not.”

katniss hummed, her hand tracing patterns over his hand. his fist loosened, and she intertwined her fingers with his.

“i’m sorry, i-“ peeta sniffed.

“why are you sorry peeta? there was nothing you could do. you were being held, hostage.”

apparently, that was not what he needed to hear. because his head wrenched to the side. 

“where did you go, just now?”

“you love me. real or not real?” his features tightened.

katniss knew it had to cost him to put himself in such a vulnerable position.

she ran her fingers through his soft blond locks.

“real.” she smiled.

peeta’s limbs loosened and he sat up, facing her.

“i love you peeta. i don’t say it enough. but i want you to know.”

“again,” he murmured. his forehead resting against hers.

katniss pulled him into her body, twisting them so that he lay on top of her.

his body caged hers.

they were face to face.

his chest rose and fell in deep pants. 

his pupils were blown open. they pointed straight to her lips.

“i love you. i love you. i love you.”

peeta’s limbs failed him, and his full weight fell onto her. 

katniss instinctively opened her legs for his hips to fit in.

her thighs tightened against his sides.

her arms enveloped his broad back.

he breathed into her neck. her skin broke into goosebumps as his lips whispered over the sensitive flesh of her neck.

katniss ran her hands up and down his back, her nails scraping  his skin softly.

she slid her hands under his nightshirt. touching his soft warm skin.

peeta went stiff, for a second his whole body tightened. they were about to cross a line. and apparently, he was okay with that, because his body loosened up once again, and he gasped against her skin.

his body trembled. “i don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do. i don’t want you to feel pressured-“

“peeta, there are no cameras here, it’s just you and me here. i will never do anything i don’t want to do, and i hope the you hold yourself to that too.”

peeta spoke, his voice just above a whisper, “katniss, i want you so bad, i scare myself. i have this need deep in my chest, that yearns for you, and i can’t- i can’t hold it in anymore. i am afraid of scaring you off katniss. it was always real for me, and this feeling only grows and grows, and i feel like i am about to explode. i want to carve this feeling out of me. it is ugly and big, and  i don’t want to taint us with how much i feel. how much i need? i don’t want us to be ruined.”

“you can’t ruin it if it’s us. you could never ruin it peeta.”

“you want me, real or not real?”

katniss smiled, “real.” she reached for the edge of his nightshirt, pulling it up, taking it off.

katniss felt him hardening in the apex of her thighs. she wrapped her legs around his hips, pushing him against her.

he moaned softly. there was only the thin fabric of their night clothes in the way of each other. katniss could feel all of him. she grinned. “peeta mellark, are you not wearing underwear?”

peeta lifted his body slightly, so that his arms caged her head, and his face hovered over hers. his answer came out in pants. “neither are you. you feel so good katniss.” peeta pressed his hardness against her mound and they moaned. “katniss, you feel too good,” he whined. his limbs trembled. 

katniss smiled. anything to take away her boy’s uncomfort.

“change positions with me.”

he was too gone to argue. 

when she had a knee next to each side of him, katniss sat on his length. she placed her palms on his chest, supporting herself, arching her back in pleasure. 

katniss undulated her hips, her eyelids heavy, eyes never straying from his blissed-out face.

the whimpers and unintelligible words that left his mouth were sweet honey to her ears.

she was relentless in her movements. his hands gripped the flesh of her hips. he canted his hips, the heels of his feet, digging into the soft cushion of the bed. his lips were open, inviting.

she traced a thumb over his soft bottom lip, before replacing it with her lips.

“my sweet sweet boy.” katniss pressed hard, rubbing herself against him, needing him to find his pleasure. she got off on his enjoyment. she desired his desire. they were perfect for each other. 

katniss wrapped her hand around his neck, and rubbed his pulse softly with her thumb. she did not know if he would enjoy it, but by his staccato moans, and the jerking of his hips, she knew he did.

“katniss- i can’t- i- oh god~“  peeta pushed her hips down, and thrusted his hips up, his whimpers desperate. his nails digging into the soft flesh of katniss’s hips as he came with a cry.

katniss circled her hips slowly, fascinated by her boy falling apart. his legs shook and shook, and she could tell he was trying to calm his breaths, but he was failing, miserably.

katniss shifted. moving off him. he looked at her nervously. she just hummed and reached for the seam of his pants, he canted his hips, making space for her to pull them off. she threw them to the floor haphazardly. “i don’t want you to be uncomfortable.” she reasoned.

peeta just stared his breaths erratic. “breathe peeta, breathe.” her voice was soft, as she turned the lights off, and  got into bed once again. “get into the covers with me peeta.”

“but katniss, you didn’t-“

she smiled and held a finger to his lips. “this was about you, i wanted to be there for you. come on. let’s go to sleep.”

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katniss awoke with the sun shining through a small slit in the curtains.

she closed her eyes and felt, felt peeta’s hand on her breast. she sighed contentedly. her boy’s breaths were deep. she let herself feel him. his body next to her. 

her boy.

her peeta.

he, who got a beating for a girl he barely knew.

who planted a garden for her.

who fell in love with her in school, when she sang when they were six.

who was tortured and hijacked to hate her, yet here he was, loving her again.

who slept with her every night.

he would rather have died so that she could live because he needed her. and he had believed no one needed him. but she did, she needed him.

she could live a hundred lives and never deserve him. but he chose her.

so she would spend whatever time she had showing him that he was loved. he was safe and needed.

she peppered kisses all over his face.

his sleepy smile made her heart pound in her chest.

“good morning peeta.” she kissed his lips softly.

he hummed.

“it is always a good morning, waking up with you.” his cheeks reddened and his smile was so sweet, katniss could not keep herself off him.

she hugged him close and tight.

he grunted out softly. “what’s this for?”

“i love you peeta. god. i love you.”

his intake of breath was sharp and audible. his bare arms wrapped around her waist. her night shirt rose, exposing her torso. they were skin-to-skin.

“what do we have to do today?” katniss murmured, tracing her fingers over his features. she told herself that life was short. and that he loved her. so she let her thoughts awry. 

“nothing urgent, why?” his voice soft from sleep.

“you are such a beautiful boy. i can’t take my eyes off you.” katniss murmured,  her lips stretching in a smile.

katniss felt something hard against her hip.

she grinned. “someone woke up eager.” 

peeta groaned and hid his face in the crook of her neck, embarrassed. 

katniss could not help but remember the delicious sounds of pleasure that fell from his lips.

she reached to palm his erection, his hips jerked and he hissed.

katniss hummed. her thumb making circles on his length.

“katniss.” peeta voiced her name like a plea.

“nothing on this green earth is as beautiful as the sounds you make because of me.

she slid her hand in between his pants and his skin, wrapping her fingers on his warm length for the first time. it felt like home.

his hands gripped her wrist. his breaths deepening. his half-lidded eyes met hers, pupils dilated.

katniss ran her thumb over his leaking tip, peeta’s body shuddered, his eyes fluttering closed, his teeth sinking into his lips.

katniss was having none of that. she twisted her wrist and played around, trying her best to get him to break composure. each swipe of her wrist had his soft noises rising in decibels.

katniss leaned into him, kissing his neck, and he moaned, finally, letting himself go.

katniss’s movements were careful and slow, she took her time to enjoy him, the feel and girth of him. 

“katniss-“ he pleaded.

“use your words peeta, what do you want, my sweet boy?”

his skin was flushed, his breaths coming in and out in deep pants. he shook his head slightly. how cute, he was embarrassed. katniss tightened her grip slightly and stopped her movements. he whined in protest. 

“come on, use your words. this is a safe space, i won’t judge you for anything.”

“i want to… come, please,” he whined softly. 

“alright, my sweet boy. anything for you.”

katniss had always wanted to try something with him, she had talked a bit with johanna about blow jobs

so she shifted their bodies, with peeta sitting against the bed frame, and katniss resting her head on his lap.

“katniss?”

“shh baby, let me try something.”

peeta shuddered at the pet name he was drowning in affection. in katniss’s undivided attention, his heart full to the brim.

katniss experimentally ran her tongue, flat, up his length.

“ahhh~”  his hands grappled for something to hold on to, ending up on her hair. his grip was soft, he tangled his fingers in her hair and just kept them there, neither hindering nor pressuring her movements.

he was perfect and patient, taking whatever she gave him without complaint. greatful for her love. 

his eyes fluttered closed, his hips jerking softly as he chased his pleasure. 

katniss could not take her eyes away from him even if she tried. 

her boy deserved everything good she had to offer, he had suffered enough. katniss teased him, delaying his peak, swirling her tongue around his tip. 

“please, katniss-“ the way he spoke her name had her core clenching. she enveloped him with her mouth, making sure to not hurt him with her teeth. her hands helping him find his pleasure. 

his lower body spasmed, as he came with her name on his lips.

katniss did not expect the texture or taste of him, but it was peeta, so she swallowed what he gave her. 

his chest rose and fell, his hands never letting go of her hair. she crawled over him, planting her lips on his.

he was eager in his kiss, his tongue teasing her mouth open. 

“you taste so good, don’t you? can you taste yourself on my tongue?” katniss’s voice was soft, it was only for him.

peeta just moaned, not being in the mindset to string together coherent sentences, so he just showed her. 

“too many clothes,” he murmured, sliding his hands under her night shirt. 

her skin had texture, scars, and burns, he could not wait to taste her. he had been biding his time, waiting for her. it had always been her, since she had opened her mouth and the birds stopped singing. 

peeta was too gone in a haze of need to feel ashamed of his desperation as he tore at her clothes. katniss smiled softly at him, her eyes shining with love, for him. she sat up and raised her arms, permitting him to take her shirt off.

she was jaw-dropping beautiful.

he stared at her chest. “can-can i?” 

katniss wrapped her hands around his neck, dragging him down with her, he kissed down her neck, down her collarbones, to her chest. he found she liked when he licked her nipple, he sucked and swirled his tongue around it. taking pleasure in the taste of her. the taste and feel of her flesh in his mouth, he flattened his tongue and ran it up her breast. her legs wrapped around his upper body, and her head fell back in a moan.

she had treated him so good, he wanted nothing but to make her feel good too. so he kissed her neck and slid a hand into her panties. she was drenched. he smiled against her skin. she was enjoying this too, enjoying giving him pleasure. 

she was dripping, he explored a bit before finding a spot that made her scream, a bundle of nerves he caressed with his thumb, her hips bucked and he watched her eyes roll to the back of her head in pleasure. he slid his index and middle finger inside her, she was warm and soft, and he could feel her clench around his fingers. god she was so tight, he wondered how she would feel around his dick. he moaned softly as he swirled his thumb around her bundle of nerves, testing out different pressures and movements until he found the one that elicited the most visceral reactions out of her. 

but he was nowhere near close to being done with her. he wanted to taste all of her, wanted her pleasure on his tongue. he kissed down her body until his lips found home.

katniss moaned loudly with his first experimental lick. she tasted so good, he slipped his tongue into her, using his fingers to play with her clit.

katniss’s legs spasmed around his head. her fingers on his scalp felt like heaven.

he could not believe that he finally knew how she tasted, all his darkest repressed fantasies of her could never compare to the real thing. she was exquisite.

peeta almost did not notice when she came the first time, but he tasted more of her and he lapped at her cum, eyes closed in bliss.

the second time she came, she came with a cry, katniss was a quiet lover, the opposite of him, who could not contain his moans. but he spoke her language, and he could read her body language like a picture book. and he knew she was writhing in pleasure. pleasure she was feeling because of him.

and now that he finally knew what she tasted like, he would never let her go.

peeta kissed her softly before rising from the apex of her thighs, crawling over her, and kissing her.

remnants of him on her tongue, and the fresh taste of her on his.

peeta’s hand instinctively went to her breast, he pinched her nipple alive and she moaned softly.

“we taste so good together katniss,” peeta’s voice was soft with wonder.

and when he smiled at her, his chin glistening with his come, she knew she was putty in his hands. a malleable object, who would do anything for him. who would give him anything he wanted just to keep that smile on his face.

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katniss enjoyed just dozing with peeta, wrapped up in each other’s arms, the scent of their climaxes in their noses. 

katniss was chest to chest with him, skin to skin, his cock pressed, semi-hard against her belly.

she ran her hands up and down his back, his skin soft and warm.

peeta hummed, content in her arms.

it was noon, and they had nothing urgent to do. all their chores could wait for them.

“how about we clean up, take a bath?” katniss poked peeta.

he mumbled incoherently, his grip on her tightening. 

katniss giggled, “peeta, come on, we are all sweaty, let’s take a bath.”

“together?”

“yes! come on.”

their bathroom had a tub, big enough for both of them, katniss took the time to prepare it, wanting it to be the most enjoyable bath. grabbing her favorite soaps and oils, the bath smelled like her. peeta was oh so happy to get in after her, he sat between her thighs, and she wrapped her legs around his stomach, pulling his back to her. 

katniss cupped her hands and filled them with water, doing her best to wet peeta’s hair. once it was drenched, she picked her lavender shampoo. there was something about him smelling like her which satisfied the both of them.

once katniss lathered her hands with shampoo, she slid her fingers into his hair, massaging his scalp. peeta melted into her, his hands tracing patterns on her thighs. 

katniss massaged her scalp, scraping it softly with her nails. peeta was already clean, to begin with, he was very meticulous about his hygiene. but they had both sweated quite a lot with all the excitement. 

katniss dunked his head into the water softly once she was done with him, moving her body to reach for the soap. she smiled mischievously, now this, this was an amazing opportunity to have fun with him.

she spread her soap-filled hands up and down his chest, each time she lathered her hands with soap, she went lower, lower, lower… 

“ahh~fuck~katniss~ yes~” peeta’s hips jerked when her warm soapy fingers wrapped around his cock, pumping up and down softly.

katniss’s grin grew when she felt him harden at her attention.

she circled his tip with her thumb, the soap making it easier for her to pump her hands up and down.

peeta’s hips shook with each pump, his head lolling into katniss’s shoulder, his eyes rolling to the back of his head in bliss. he clamped his hands on katniss arm.

the build-up was exquisite, and when he was near, katniss slowed down, delaying his pleasure, his cock throbbing with need.

katniss kissed behind his ear, his skin breaking into goosebumps, his mouth falling open to let out shameless moans.

“you are so good peeta, i love the sounds you make, they are all i ever wanted. i am so happy to be able to give you so much pleasure that you can’t contain your moans. i am very happy to have you here, to feel the delicious weight of you in my hands.”

peeta’s orgasm sneaked up on him, cresting abruptly, he groaned and shook as he came. katniss jerked him off softly as he came down from his high.

“the next time you come it will be inside me.”

the remainder of their bath was restful, they cleaned each other, with nothing more than kisses here and there.

they dried off and dressed in lounge clothes. they had so many clothes from effie, they did not know what to do with them.

they spent the afternoon relishing each other’s company. katniss sat at the counter, watching peeta bake.

she could not keep her eyes away from his arms, from his skillful hands, hands that created, the same ones that made her come. she blushed. away from the shelter of their bedroom, out in the open kitchen, katniss did not feel as promiscuous as she did under the cover of the night. she felt safe and comfortable, anxious for the night. katniss was glad that she and peeta were learning together. they had nothing to prove, no cameras or audience to please, it was just her and him. 

katniss could feel the perpetual tension that hung between them, anticipation for the night which made time move devastatingly slow. 

the sun lowered on the horizon, and katniss knew what she wanted to do. 

she grabbed a flashlight and smiled at peeta, “follow me, i have an idea.”

“oh yeah”

“yes, trust me, come on.”

katniss led him out of the house, into the woods, past the useless barrier to the edge of the meadow. she led him by the hand, and stopped in front of a thick-trunked tree.

peeta stayed silent, giving katniss a quizzical look. 

“look, it’s your favorite color.”

peeta had not registered the time, -too busy in his thoughts of her- he had not looked at the sky- to busy taking her in. but as the sun sank into the horizon, the sky exploded into colors melting into each other. orange, like the sunset, not like effie’s hair. 

peeta tore his eyes from the setting sun, resting them on her. she was already staring at him. at the bewitching colors reflected in his glistening eyes. peeta could not help it, he leaned into her, their kiss meeting softly, the sweet taste of her on his tongue. he could not wrap his head around it. he was here with her. there were moments when he thought he would never see her again, never get to lay his eyes, lips, and hands on her.

a knot formed in his throat for the part of him that was still traumatized by the capitol. he was safe, and she would always protect him.

she slid her hands up his nape and twisted her fingers in his messy locks. he felt her smile against his lips.

“you need a haircut.”

“i don’t care, sweetheart, just don’t stop touching me.”

katniss laughed, “come on, it is barely visible, let’s go inside.” 

led by the gleam of the flashlight, they walked home hand in hand.

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the full moon illuminated the bedroom, they undressed each other basking in the incandescent light of the night.

their breaths were deep, and katniss smiled when she felt him tremble. he was nervous. everything about him made her blood pump with affection. all his perfect imperfections fit together like pieces of a puzzle. god, he was perfect. everything about him she adored and loved. it could be the bleakest day for her, and with one of his life-altering smiles, she would know everything would be alright. when he smiled, he smiled with his whole face, his nose would scrunch, and his eyes would dance with mirth. 

at that moment, his eyes were wide, with terror and anticipation.

half naked, katniss stopped him from removing the rest of her clothes. she held his hands in hers.

“pretty boy, why are you nervous?”

“i don’t know what i’m, doing katniss… what if i mess it up, i want to be good for you- i want it to be good for you.”

“there is no way you will mess up, and if you do, we will try again and again.” she grinned softly at him, and she could see him visibly relax. she let his fingers go, letting them roam and slide her pants and underwear down her ass, he kissed down her body as he knelt infant of her. she stepped out of her clothes, and he discarded them onto the background, standing up to meet her eyes. 

his breath stuttered, not knowing what to do next. she could tell, she could always tell with him.

“how about we make a deal? just let me take control, and whenever you feel or want to do anything else, just tell me. trust me, you are doing great.” she reached for his hand and pressed it against her cunt, she moaned at the contact, and so did he, feeling how wet she was. “you already have me drenched and you have barely touched me, you are so good peeta, such a good boy, my good boy.” 

peeta moaned, his cock rousing. 

once all their clothes were scattered around the floor, katniss planted her hands on his chest and pushed him into the bed, he lay flat on his back, “wait, i want to…”

katniss lifted her brows in silent encouragement. 

“can i be on top,” peeta flushed, “please.”

katniss’s answering smile was tooth-rottenly sweet. she nodded, premiering him to move their positions, in which he hovered over her.

“ready baby?” her voice was soft, her legs were open, her core glistening with her arousal.

peeta could feel himself tremble with need and anticipation. his cock ached to be buried inside her tight warm cunt.

he reached a hand in between their bodies, wrapping his hand around himself, he did not give himself enough time to enjoy his own hand, it was not enough, he needed her. needed to be inside her, or he would die, so he aligned himself with her and stared at her for reassurance. her eyes were half-lidded and dark. the air was tense with anticipation, as he slowly pushed inside her. it was a tight fit, and her nails clawed at his back as her hymen broke.

he stretched her gummy walls, and he let out a guttural groan from the feeling of being enveloped by her warmth, he throbbed with pleasure and the need to move. but he waited until she was ready.

“please, i need you to move.”

peeta pulled out slowly, his body shaking with pleasure as he pumped back in, taking his time to enjoy the drag of her cunt as he moved in and out, achingly slow. so slow it hurt so good.

katniss canted her hips. “please just, let go, please, take me.” katniss encouraged him to chase his pleasure, and that was what he did. thrusting in and out of her warm taut walls. their moans mingled with each other, accompanied by the sound of their flesh moving against each other. peeta’s movements faltered and he was so blissed out, so close, he could not hold himself up.

“switch with me, let me ride you.”

peeta was too lost in the haze of pleasure, but he let out a whine of complaint as he slid out of her, when she was sitting on top of him, hands planted in his chest, peeta almost came right then and there. he was so deep.

he was so deep he hit a delicious angle that made katniss moan.

peeta was so close, but he wanted her to come first. so he gritted his teeth and relished the feel of her as she rocked her hips, dragging her clit against his pelvis.

peeta sat up, wrapping his arms around her waist, kissing her neck, her folds spread open, as she rubbed her clit against him. 

he felt a gush of warmth as she found her pleasure, her orgasm building up deep in her belly, and when she crested, her whole body shook, her cunt clenched around him, and her cum made it easier for him to slide in and out. he laid back once again on his back. her hands back on his chest, as she rode him. legs shaking from the residue of her orgasm, she made sure to clench her pussy, finding it made his jaw slack and his hips jerk. his sounds of pleasure were enough to have her pussy weep for him, making her movements messier.

his hands gripped her hips, and he was close, “katniss-move- i….” he groaned,

“no.. i want you to cum inside me,” she said, each word enunciated in between pants. 

and just the thought of her dripping with him pushed him over the edge.

katniss took the time to admire him, riding out his high, he was so loud all the time. and this orgasm rendered him soundless. his whole body shook, and his eyes were clenched, as he came, spurting inside of her. their mixed cum was a wet mess that felt heavenly as she rode him out, feeling him soften inside her.

 she melted into him, lying on top of him, him still inside her throbbing softly.

and with his name on her lips, he was complete.

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(((i am considering doing a part two, of more fucking instead of love making, maybe a lot of kink exploration and diving deep into sub/dom dynamics, what do you think?)))

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good boy ⭒

reader x peeta mellark smut

a/n : i’m actually screaming this was so fun to write, pls repost if ya like it!! 💗

contains : sub peeta mellark, soft dom reader, praise kink, multiple rounds, peeta and the reader own a bakery, pinv, talk of having kids, no protection, riding

MATURE 18+

Peeta Mellark was a hard worker. Partly because that’s just who he was as an individual, but mainly because of his upbringing. The need to impress ran through his body as if it were his own blood. He craved praise, feened off of it as if it were a sweet, sweet nectar.

This notion was very present in his every day life. When he’d accidently burn a loaf or spill a bag of flour, his face would turn a rosey pink shade out of shame and he’s scramble to fix his mistake. His puppy dog eyes would shoot over to me, as if to scream “I’m sorry! I’m so very sorry! Please don’t hurt me!”, only to be met with a peck on the cheek and a whisper of “It’s okay, you’re fine”. His eyes would soften, and his hands would become less clammy, brow less furrowed, and cheeks even rosier.

If I dared to give him a slight compliment in the morning, the blonde’s head would be in the clouds for the rest of the day, almost in a trance from the mere thought of his special girl thinking he was admirable.

At first, I thought this whole ordeal was sort of sad, I mean depressing even. Peeta was just so love starved.

But then I learned how to use it to my advantage.

There he was, on top of me, trying his very best to impress me. His cock pistoned in and out vigorously, each one of my moans encouraging him. My back arched off of the sheets as I wrapped my legs around his waist, trying to get him deeper.

He understood this rather quickly, trading speed for force and plunging himself directly into my core.

“Good boy.” I moaned out, almost automatically. His pace faltered for a moment, starstruck.

“Say that again.” He whimpered.

“Say what baby?” I questioned, confused as to why he’d stopped.

“Uh, please can you um call me a good boy again?” He mumbled. Something in his eyes had shifted, he looked almost helpless.

“Well…” I decided to tease him, rile him up more. “I can only do that if you act like one, so if you fuck me real good, yeah, you can be my good boy.”

Peeta nodded, beginning to thrust into me once again, determined to be a good boy.

“That’s it, there’s a good boy.” I cooed, gazing up at him with major ‘fuck me’ eyes.

His jaw slacked and he moaned deeply. “You’re so- fuck, you’re so hot.”

I giggled at the love drunk expression on his face. “Thank you, my handsome boy.”

I felt his cock twitch inside of me. God, praise really did have an effect on him.

“I- oh baby I’m gonna come.”

I moaned as he fucked me deeply, hitting my g-spot with each thrust.

“Go ahead, come inside of me like a good boy.”

His eyes rolled back into his head as he came with his new found permission. He pulled out immediately, connecting our lips before lying down beside me.

“That was- fuck, amazing.” He sighed, looking up at the ceiling.

There was silence for a few moments before he realized.

He sprung into apology immediately.

“Holy shit baby, you didn’t come, did you? I’m so sorry love, I’ll do whatever you want, eat you out, fuck you again, whatever you want. I’m so stupid, I don’t know how I-“

I pressed my lips to his to shut him up as I climbed on top of him.

“No baby, you don’t have to ride me, I’m the one who messed up. Let me-“

“Peeta, I want you to be a good boy and listen to me.”

I angled his wet cock upward before sinking down onto it. I began working my hips.

“You are not stupid, you are so smart.” I bounced on him as I spoke, “you’re so good to me, everybody makes mistakes and that’s ok. You have gotten me off a million times before. You’re such a good fucking boy.”

He began to look away as blush creeped into his face. I grabbed his chin and forced him to look me in my eyes.

“You’re so handsome baby, ah fuck- you’re such a hard worker, and you’ll make an amazing father one day.”

My legs began to shake as I released on his lap, my cum flowing down his cock. I continued to ride him throughout my high.

“Now say it to me.” I ordered.

“You’re so beauti-“

I shook my head, “No, tell me about how much of a good boy you are.”

His face contorted, clearly too shy to say such things.

I touched his face lightly, “Peeta, good boys do what they’re told. Be a good boy.”

He nodded, “Um- I’m a good boy.” He whimpered, unsure of himself.

“I don’t believe you. Say it like you mean it.”

He cleared his throat, looking into my eyes. “I’m a good boy. I made a mistake and that’s ok. I’m so handsome and will make a really good father. Fuck- I’m gonna come.”

He released inside of me, painting my spongy walls white. His voice filled the room with pornographic noises. After letting him catch his breath, I crawled off of him. Peeta walked into the bathroom for a moment and came back with a damp rag and a smile on his face.

He began to slowly clean me up. I looked in between my thighs and laughed at the amount of semen that had collected.

“Jeez, if we don’t start being more careful, you might be an amazing father sooner than we’d imagined.”

He chuckled, pressing his lips onto mine. “I’d be ok with that.”

#sub!peeta #sub!peeta mellark #dom!reader

[kyo-gen]

When you wanna slap a booty so badly ❤

#daniel brühl #daniel bruhl #the countess #istvan thurzo #photo #damn

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I will not accept a life I do not deserve.

X (2022) dir. Ti West

#mia goth #jenna ortega #martin henderson #brittany snow #scott mescudi #x #x 2020 #horror #movie #film #edit #xedit #movieedit #filmedit #horroredit #miagothedit #film gifs #gifs #movie gifs

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#john wick #keanu reeves

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Abel Tesfaye 'The Weeknd' @ Cannes Film Festival'23

#abel tesfaye #the weeknd #edit #abeltesfayeedit #theweekndedit #gifs

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The Weeknd - Blinding Lights After Hours (2020)

#I'm afraid he's my new obsession #the weeknd #abel tesfaye #theweekndedit #abeledit #abeltesfayeedit #gifs

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Mitchel Cave 一 Chase Atlantic

#mitchel cave #chase atlantic #photos

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“Every night, Dr. Kreizler. Every night, she… touches. The priest say she needs ice bath and leeches. The priest say the devil is in her mind.”

DANIEL BRÜHL as Dr. Laszlo Kreizler THE ALIENIST | S01E02 - ‘A Fruitful Partnership’

#his sleves up though #daniel brühl #daniel bruhl #laszlo kreizler #the alienist #danielbrühledit #laszlokreizleredit #thealienistedit #filmedit #filmgifs #gifs

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i’m really excited for the movie

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#bucky #bucky barnes #james bucky barnes #sebastian stan #marvel #captain america: first avenger #cafa #buckyedit #sebastianstanedit #captainamericafirstavengeredit #cafaedit #filmedit #filmgifs #gifs

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hey! if it's okay, could I possibly request some sub!kylo ren smut?

Hello my dear, sweet anon. Of course you may...please see below the cut for smutty goodness 😉

Meant To Be (Reader x Sub!Kylo)

ALL PORN NO PLOT (hence the cut!)

Word Count: 1,294

Warnings: Smut, Oral (F reader receiving), Face-sitting, Sub!Kylo, Dom Reader.

You rocked your hips roughly against the contours of his beautiful angled face, dragging your dripping cunt up and down his plush lips. Your breath came out in ragged gasps, pleasure rising up your spine creating a prickling heat on the back of your neck.

One of his large hands reached up and gripped long thick fingers over your thigh, digging into the soft flesh. You smacked his hand sharply and he snapped it back to his side.

“Did I tell you that you could touch me yet?” you asked, voice thick and throaty. You lifted your hips so he could respond steadying yourself against the headboard.

“No mistress, I’m sorry!”

“Do I need to restrain you if you don’t know how to behave?” you warned.

He whined loudly, eyes pleading up at you as his quivering lips pouted, “No mistress, please. I’ll do as I’m told”

“Good boy” you responded, settling yourself back down and resuming the rock of your cunt. He whimpered and closed his eyes, groaning as he licked his tongue out against you.

His tongue swirls and flicks at your overly sensitive clit, sucking harshly pulling deep moans from your chest. You link your fingers into his hair, helping draw his full lips up to satisfy the throbbing ache.

“You think you can come in here with that all that rage and not expect consequences?” you asked sternly.

He shook his head, eyes pleading with yours, the fast change in movement of his mouth across your clit made your hips buck. Your grip on his hair tightened causing him to gasp slightly, the loss of suction on your clit making you shiver.

He slips his tongue down your dripping wet slit to push it languidly inside of you, his strong nose massaging deliciously against your clit as you rode his face.

“Out there you may be Supreme Leader, but in our bed you know your place” you stated. He nodded, humming an affirmative sound, the vibration making tingles lick up your spine.

“Imagine if they could see you here” you teased, sliding your cunt faster in a desperate chase of your release, “You should be embarrassed Supreme Leader” you scoffed.

Kylo whines and you feel him buck his own hips, you turn to look over your shoulder and you see his cock twitching up against his taught stomach. The red-violet tip was leaking pre-cum creating a sticky trail from the tip to the soft skin of his stomach. “Awww” you cooed, “So pathetic”

You shuffle yourself to look down at him again, bracing your hands on the headboard as you feel your thighs shake. He loves when you’re mean to him, he loves when you tease and push him.

“You wanna touch yourself pretty boy?”

His eyes cloud with desperation at your words, his painfully hard cock twitching and he sobbed into your cunt. You stroke his thick hair off his sweat-coated forehead, a simple gesture of kindness that makes his brow furrow and he closes his eyes with a soft whine.

As your orgasm stirs low in your stomach, the fire of it crackling up from your toes, your own mind begins to fog. A moan sneaks its way from your trembling lips and you grip the headboard harder, white blooming from your strained knuckles.

Your voice shakes as you go to speak “Okay my good boy I’ll make you a deal”, his eyes that were tightly closed open to lock with your stern gaze.

“You make me cum and I’ll let you touch yourself, hmm?”

Kylo nods anxiously and you chuckle, you bring your hand down to your side reaching blindly for his hand. As you link your fingers around his thick forearm you tug his hand up to your lips. Holding his eye contact you place kisses to the palm of his hand, as you do this he places tentative strokes of his fingers across your face lovingly. You make sure you hold his gaze, tapping your fingertips to his arm as his eyes flutter closed at the sensation. As he opens his eyes you bring one of his fingers into your mouth to suck, sliding your tongue along the underside stirring a memory of a familiar feeling.

He moans deeply, you can feel the vibrations rattle up his chest underneath you. His hips buck and you jolt with his movements, steadying yourself as best you can.

“You may touch me” you whispered, your own need and desperation to cum into his pretty mouth making you lax in your judgement. Fast as lightening his hands come up to wrap around your thighs, massaging the inside of them with his strong fingers. One hand comes up to steady your body at your waist before slinking up and pulling at your taught nipple.

“Such a good boy” you whimper under your breath, bucking your hips in broken strokes across his flat tongue, “So good to me”

Your lower stomach tenses as Kylo lapped at your clit like a man starved for a taste of you. His eyes watched you with a hunger than strikes you to your core.

“Yes darling” you groaned, both hands coming down to grip into his long dark locks “Just like that, just like I taught you”

As your orgasm washes over you your body shakes, his hands grip your waist to hold you up as you tilt your head back with a cry, riding the stroke of his tongue until your clit throbbed with sensitivity.

You clamber down from your position over him to lie at his side, curling your body into him. You link one leg over his to pull his legs open wider. Taking the gentle brush of your fingertips you stroke softly along his jawline, reaching up to stroke them over his eyebrows, unfurling them from their tightly furrowed state.

He looks over to you, fingers twitching as he rests his hands on his stomach. “Please mistress” he begs almost silently, voice shaky as he speaks.

“Yes” you say simply. His hands dart forward, both hands taking his cock roughly. Almost instantly his hips buck up into his touch and he tilts his head back against the pillows with a deep groan.

“So close already aren’t you” you tease, a smug smile stretching across your face as he whimpers and moans. He nods, eyes remaining tightly shut, and he bites his bottom lip firmly. His hips strain up against his touch, desperation flutters through every muscle in his toned body.

“Kylo” you whisper “Open your eyes”

His eyelashes flutter and his hazy eyes find yours. “Cum for me sweet boy” you whisper, leaning forward to place a kiss to his trembling lips.

At your word you watch his body convulse, thick hot ropes of cum splashed onto his tense stomach. He grits his teeth and grunts as the ache inside him subsides with every thrust of his cock into his vigorous hand.

You place gentle kisses to his flushed cheeks, the scent and taste of your cunt still smeared across his face as you nuzzle into him. You stroke his hair, watching as he puffs to steady his breathing. His broad chest heaves as you lay your head down against it, placing a stray kiss to one of his many scars. He links his arms around you and pulls you close as you flutter your eyes closed.

The steady breath and beat of his heart lull you into a soft slumber; the feeling of your sweet boy stroking his fingertips lovingly up and down your spine creates calm dreams. You both needed each other and moments like this, where this strong powerful beautiful man gave himself to you completely, proved how much you were meant to be by each other’s side.

#kylo ren #ben solo #adam driver #star wars #smut #sub!kylo #sub!kylo ren #sub!ben solo #sub!adam driver #kylo ren smut #ben solo smut #adam driver smut #star wars smut #dom!reader #kylo ren x reader #ben solo x reader #star wars x reader #fic rec

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DANIEL BRÜHL Laureus World Sports Awards 2023

#daniel brühl #daniel bruhl #photos #oh my god #I'm having trouble finding the words that represent what I'm feeling #he's so hot

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HAPPY STAR WARS DAY - MAY 4TH