#Escape Masterlist

[happybird16]

Escape Masterlist

Levi Ackerman / Fem Reader

Mermaid AU

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, Smut, a lot of fluff, Cross Species Relationship, Mer!Levi, Mermaid!Au, Eventual Smut, Monsterfucking, Non-Human Penis, Fingering, Vaginal sex, Biting, Knotting, Mating, Virgin Levi, Overstimulation, Creampie, Readers mother is toxic but I’m purposely vague about it until the end, transformation, some blood and injury mention, panic attacks, light angst.

Mer!Levi drawings by me

Total Word Count: 61 k

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39039084/chapters/97653489

Summary: In an attempt to escape the rising stress and anxieties of your life, you wander along a long abandoned beach. What you find there changes your life forever.

I: Discovery 2.6 k Words

II: Interlude 1.0 k Words

III: Curiosity 3.5 k Words

IV: A Piece of You 3.5 k Words

V: Tea 2.5 k Words

VI: Close 2.2 k Words

VII: A Swim 8.0 k Words [Semi-NSFW]

VIII: The Storm 6.0 k Words

IX: Bonding 14 k Words [NSFW]

X: Epilogue: Home 17.6 k Words [NSFW]

#For anyone wondering where I’m at on the Mer!Levi fic #coming soon to a dashboard near you #feel free to ask questions #though I may be vague #Escape Masterlist #Masterlist #Mer!Levi #mermay 2022 #Mermay #mermaid!levi #levi ackerman #levi/reader #Levi Ackerman smut #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #myfics #fanfic #aot #snk

[technologyculturedneo]

THE DREAM ESCAPE Masterlist.

The Dreamer (P)  'a plot for those who seek to find…a way to leave their world behind. '

"One choice can transform you. What Makes You Different, Makes You Dangerous."

Synopsis. Sets of ruling oneshot longshots taken from each members perspective and observed through the lenses of the reader as Y/n.

Genre. Angst. Dark romance. Mind programming.

Dream()scape. Jeno is deposited in a community of boys after his memory is erased. He finds himself not only drawn but also attracted to you and he doesn't know why. Soon learning they are all trapped in a maze that nobody wants to escape- he joins forces with you in order to escape. Read here

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The smoothies. As a university senior you find yourself immersed in an all type killing game, whereby your every move starts to become manipulated by anonymous people and your will to live. Within the game you're most cautious of Chenle. Read here

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Box. In a world divided by factions based on characteristics and traits, you learn that you are a dreamer opposing to all the other factions and won't fit in. When you discover a plot to destroy all dreamers, you and the controversial Jaemin must find out what makes dreamers so dangerous before its too late. Read here

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icantfeelanything. Your whole world comes to an end when you fall asleep and are proclaimed dead yet you wake up in a different space, your boyfriend Donghyuck’s mind. You are met with a furious ‘Memory Keeper’ Chenle who reluctantly helps you to try and get your boyfriend to move on in order to set you free. Read here

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Carat cake. Used, damaged and scarred from your previous relationship, you vow never to love another again. That's until you join a therapy group for people who were abused, broken and alone and addicted - a group therapy whereby you meet Huang Renjun. You already know where this is going and refuse him to 'fix you'. But yet in all the years you've been alive, no one has ever made you feel the way Huang Renjun has... not even Jeno, your ex... Boyfriend.. Read here

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Breathing. In 2035 a technophobic cop Haechan investigates a crime that may have been perpetrated by a robot, MARK 1.0 XTJE which leads to a larger threat to humanity. As you're in charge of the robot your prey instinctively on the cop making sure he doesn't hurt MARK 1.0 XTJE the robot. However MARK 1.0 XTJE the robot has 'strategies' Whereby he keeps you all to himself. Read here

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Unknown. An elite unit of fierce police officers and the states most successful bank robbery crew clash– as the outlaws plan a seemingly impossible heist on a national reserved bank; neo technology cultured bank. The only problem is that Jisung works at the bank and has taken a liking to you. But your boyfriend is the leader of that successful robbery crew. Read here

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Not the album being an unbothered absolute piece of pleasure 💅🏼

#nct dream dream escape #nct dream #nct dream masterlist #masterlist nct dream #nct dream haed hours #nct dream imagine #haechan x reader #donghyuck x reader #nct mark x Reader #jeno x Reader #Jaemin x reader #chenele x reader #Jisung x reader #kpop alternative universe #dream ()scape #nct dream angst #nct dream romance #nct dream smut

[icegreyrose]

The Boys in the Boat + textposts #2

(#1)

#joyce would believe joe about a timeloop and help him escape it #the boys in the boat #joe rantz #al ulbrickson #roger morris #shorty hunt #johnny white #thinking about making a textpost masterlist just to help myself keep track of these lol #i've made so many bobby x don ones

[blankdblank]

Poke Masterlist (Rewrite)

Continuation of The White Dove story.

Poke -  The White Dove, rogue child assassin lost to HYDRA escaped to America. The figure behind the unknown name however stands in the ongoing battle against traumas internal and external with growing list of allies across the line between Good and Evil is just off the tail of a global killing spree. Written in the blood of the Evil her own chosen code name is well known now to the world and has her in the crosshairs of the newly named Iron Man and SHIELD. Hundreds of thousands slain with an outcry from the soulmates left behind.

Though nothing is as it seems as said Vigilante just turned 18 and wants nothing more than a peaceful world in which to rest her head. In and out of armor paths cross with these supposed Heroes only to complicate matters. And just before the sky opens up like every human upon that landmark birthday that tiny terror is asked the same question in the arrival of two fabled Asgardian Princes, a single way to contact your Mate, ‘Would you choose a poke or a tickle?’

Pt 1 - The Winter Soldier, Pt 2 - Impossible Ship, Pt 3 - It’s Raining Hitmen - Pt 4 - God of Deceit Meets Lady Victory - Pt 5 - Big Red Button - 

Pt 6 - Emergency Threads - Pt 7 - Masquerade & Marbles - Pt 8 - Invasion - 

Pt 9 - Vexing - Pt 10 - Prom Night - Pt 11 - Graduation -  

 Pt 12 – Weak Knees & Sweet Dreams - Pt 13 - Prior Engagements -  

Pt 14 (on Ao3) - Bring the Thunder -  15 - So Mad I Could Spit Snakes -  16 – Starshine Casino Heist -  17 – House Hunting - 18 - Skeeball, Yacht Party - 19 - The Champion - 

20 - Missed Train, Glorious Purpose - 21 - Sunflowers for Mr Kent - 22 - Sorry You Got Eaten Sympathy Cards - 23 - Meet Me - 24 - Neighbors & Furniture - 25 - Cookies - 

26 - More Than Meets The Eye - 27- For the Halibut - 28 -  Sweet Dreams Are Made of Bees - 29 - Follow the Hat - 

30 – Off to Eternity Island - 31 – You Remind Me of the Babe, Babe With the Power - 32 - Ziggy Stardust Awaits You - 33 - A Dozen Days - 

34 - Single Father of Two - 35 - Bubbles and the Big Move - 36 - Hole In One Widowmaker - 

37 - Lock Her In A Box - 38 - Railway Mischief - 39 - Kryptonite - 40 - A Thousand Years - 41 - Nidavellir - 42 - Denmark & Oh What a Tangled Web -

43 - The Soldier’s Tomb - 44 - War - 45 - Trending - 

#Loki x oc #Soulmates au #Escaped Child Assassin #Found Family #Eddie Brock/Venom x oc siblings #Avengers #Fantastic Four #Vigilantes and Heroes #Marvel #Masterlist

[another-whump-sideblog]

Whumpee who shuts down at the first sight of conflict vs Caretaker who will not back down until the issue is resolved

And acquiescing to whatever Caretaker wanted does not count! Poor Whumpee just wants the conflict to stop, and Caretaker thinks that letting them shut down like that just reinforces the idea that conflict is dangerous and scary.

But feeling pressured to continue an argument they don’t want to just makes Whumpee feel worse, and want to avoid conflict even more.

Eventually they blow up at Caretaker like “you’re not helping! You’re forcing me to act how you want me to act instead of how whumper wanted me to act, and I still don’t get to choose! You care more about me meeting some ‘healthy’ ideal than how I actually feel!”

They think Caretaker will be super upset with them after that, and they’re terrified out of their mind. They’re sure that it’s all over, that Caretaker won’t want them around anymore, that Caretaker hates them now and will never forgive them.

But… Caretaker just hugs them and tells them they’re proud of them. Finally, the two of them have a genuine discussion about both of their feelings on conflict, without Whumpee trying to figure out how to please Caretaker the whole time. The conversation is hard and many tears are shed on both sides, but they come to a compromise.

They realize that what causes Whumpee the most anxiety is not knowing what to say, and how they perceive Caretaker’s response to that to be angry/frustrated. And Caretaker admits that they sometimes are angry or frustrated when Whumpee takes a long time to verbalize their thoughts. So they agree that, whenever things get heated, they’ll use writing to express their points instead. Passing a notebook back and forth, texting, whatever, as long as it’s something that gives Whumpee time to think through their thoughts and gives Caretaker time to cool down enough that they won’t say something they regret

It’s not a perfect system. But Whumpee is getting less afraid of conflict, and Caretaker is getting more patient, and that’s enough

#imperfect caretaker #whump #maybe I should put these imperfect caretaker things on the masterlist #escaping is just half the battle #whump prompt

[mamisfavmosherz]

DIRECTORY

Hello! Welcome to my blog, I write stories about celebrities and fictional characters, all with x reader.

First, I wanna say my first language isn't English, so I'm sorry for any grammar & spelling mistakes I might make! Also, I'm a college student and gonna start working soon, so I'm gonna do this at my own pace and when I can. This is also just a hobby and something fun I wanna do so I'm gonna write when I'm in the mood to do so, I don't want this to feel like a chore, so I'm sorry for the wait in advance!!

My stories are all gonna be Fem x Fem stories! I will also do nb!reader or nb!cleb/character! There will be male characters in the stories as friends, family members, extra characters, etc. But I won't write anything romantic with men.

Please, please leave requests! I will try to do as many as I can! Tho warning if I don't feel comfy with a request or just don't think I can pull it off, I won't do it.

Things I will write: Poly relationships, Fem!Reader/Character, Nb!reader/Character, SFW agere, Smut induendos/Teasing/Alluding, Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with happy ending, Platonic fics, Any pronouns, Au fics, Celeb/Character x Celeb/Character as side relationships in the story

Things I won't write: Full on Smut, Male reader, Male *romantic* character/Celeb, Angst with sad ending, Kidnapping, Yandre, Noncon, Dark!Au, Character/Celeb x Character/Celeb as the main relationship, Ageplay (this nsfw and it is not the same as agere pls do research!), Hurtful Pranks stories (like break up pranks)

Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoy it!

Masterlist

#fanfic #x reader #fem x fem #celebrities #multifandom writer #masterlist #directory #fanfic request #wwe fanfiction #dc fanfic #descendants fanfiction #escape the night fanfiction #percy jackson fanfiction #celebrity fanfic

[speedystarshine]

MASTERLIST

Yandere Sasha x Reader (General HC's)

Yandere Darius with a parental!witch!reader (HC's)

Yandere Amity Blight x Reader (General HC's)

Yandere Darius comforting insecure m!Reader (Fic)

Yandere Lele Pons x Yandere Matt Haag x Reader (Escape The Night HC's)

Yandere Manny Mua/Yandere Matpat x m!Reader (Separate Escape The Night HC's)

Yandere Madpat x Reader (Yandere Alphabet)

Yandere Bretman/Yandere Oli/Yandere Tana x Reader (Seperate HC’s)

Yandere Flower Asks (The Detective) 

Yandere ETN Season 3 Harem x Reader (HC’s)

Yandere Oli White x M!Reader (HC’s)

Yandere ETN Season 1 Harem x Reader (HC’s)

Matpat Ego’s with a Winged!Reader (HC’s)

Alt!Gabriel x Reader (HC’s) (Platonic)

Matpat Ego’s vs Winged!Reader shenanigans (HC’s)

Yandere Mack x Chill(Oblivious?)!Reader (HC’s)

Puppy!Mark x (Overwhelmed) Winged!Reader x Catboy!Mack 

How various Ego’s show affection (Multiple)

Google + Bing with an AI S/O (HC’s)

Reader taking Hermit in public (HC’s)

Google + Bing with an AI S/O that has a virus (HC’s)

Yandere Michael x Reader x Yandere Jeremy (HC’s, BLUEYCAPSULES)

Yandere Dave Miller x Texan!Reader (HC’s, BLUEYCAPSULES)

Yandere Flower Asks (Mike + Ego’s, Total Drama)

Yandere Mack on Reader’s Birthday (HC’s, ISWM)

Jealous William Afton x Reader (HC’s, Blueycapsules)

-ant

#ant??? #escape the night x reader #xreader #the owl house x reader #fnaf the musical x reader #yandere x reader #masterlist #navigation #iswm x reader

[edensrose]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ( ❀ ) ˙ ˖ modern!námo ⠀〳 reader⠀ ❜࿔

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ masterlist

· ⊰ synopsis.

( 18+, minors dni, sexual content ) all you've ever known was pushing yourself. be it in perfection in your studies, work or overall sucessession in life, relaxation was the last thing on your mind. of course, these habits are far from healthy, so your beloved friend irmo takes it upon himself to bring up an idea to help you unwind a bit. a new lifestyle: bdsm. and with a dom that he is certain you will be head over heels for. ( bdsm aspects ៸៸ dom/sub dynamics ៸៸ f.reader ៸៸ honestly just a romantic comedy with a bunch of smut )

· ⊰ note.

story takes place in a modern au where all characters maintain their original species. however, the ainur are not gods and not overly powered. nor are they tasked with taking care of arda and pretty much lead normal lives. original characters are present, however, as side characters. namely of which: erulissë, a maia.

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ʚ ao3

ʚ prologue

ʚ chapter 1

#— ꒰🌺꒱ 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐛𝐮𝐝𝐬 ៸៸ tolkien ❜‧₊ #námo #námo x reader #namo #namo x reader #námo mandos #the silmarillion #the silmarillion x reader #tolkien #modern!námo #modern!au #námo smut #smut #minors dni #sweet escape #masterlist

[foxywrites]

LYRICAL ESCAPE BINGO MASTERLIST || @lyricalescape

Another Masterlist for another gorgeous card T^T!

THE PROMPTS (and the link to the fic that they are in)

?? & ?? || Baptize Me by X Ambassadors [] ?? & ?? || Physical by Dua Lipa [] ?? & ?? || Peace of Mind by Villain of the Story [] ?? & ?? || Fired Up by The Rampage from Exile [] ?? & ?? || What About Us? by Pink [] ?? & ?? || Cowboys Don't Cry by Oliver Tree [] ?? & ?? || Poison by Seventeen [] ?? & ?? || Never Know by Bad Omens [] ?? & ?? || Bloom by Troye Sivan [] ?? & ?? || O.D.D. by Hey Violet [] ?? & ?? || Misery by Memphis May Fire [] ?? & ?? || The Kid I Used to Know by Arrested Youth [] ?? & ?? || FREE SPACE [] ?? & ?? || Overwhelmed by Living in Fiction [] ?? & ?? || Wolves by Sam Tinnesz [] ?? & ?? || Fangs by Zayde Wolf [] ?? & ?? || On & On by Cartoon [] ?? & ?? || Hot Girl Bummer by Our Last Night [] ?? & ?? || Wasting Time by Fallen Pine [] ?? & ?? || Uncomfortably Numb by Arrows in Action [] ?? & ?? || Devil's Gonna Come by Raphael Lake, Royal Baggs [] ?? & ?? || High Life by Chris Valentine [] ?? & ?? || Bad Guy by Billie Eilish [] ?? & ?? || This is War by Thirty Seconds to Mars [] ?? & ?? || Pirates Medley by Peter Hollens, Gardiner Sisters []

#lyrical escape bingo #leb #le bingo #masterlist #foxy's masterlist #challenge masterlists #foxywrites masterlists #masterlists

[sarah-kings]

Hi, I'm Sarah!

I'm a non-binary self taught artist

This is meant to be a sfw blog and mainly a little space where I share my various art and writing for whatever fandom I'm interested in at the time, that or some of my own OCs that I have come up with

I'm always up for a conversation, so don't be shy to message me or send in an ask :)

What do I do?

Traditional art

Digital art

Fanart

Comics

Photography

2D Animation

Writing

Master list of my series'

"Till the last second"- Unus Annus comic

A small comic focused on the last seconds of Unus and Annus, both of them being separated in the last moments of their existence and trying to find one another

Page 1

Page 2

Page 3

Page 4

"Lost and Found"- g/t comic

Lost, exhausted, and separated from his patrol Jonas finds himself in the cave of a giant.

That alone is terrible as it is, but to make things worse the giant speaks a language he has never heard before, meaning that even attempting to ask for any directions back home is near impossible

Digital uncontinued version

Traditional version:

Page 1 and 2

Page 3- (in progress)

"Curses and Thimbles"- g/t writing

Cursed at a young age to stand at a stature of three inches Jon was taken in by the wondering borrower Gael who set out to explore, raising him alongside two other borrowers he has taken in at a young age.

At three inches shorter than the other borrowers, yet too small to still be concidered human Jon finds himself unable to truly find his place in the world, faced with the issue that he has been spotted by a human too curious for his own good

Chapter 1- prologue

Chapter 2- Cowardice and Coffee

Chapter 3- (in progress)

"The adventures of Robert Pipin"- g/t writing and illustrations

At an age of 85 years old and not once caught before Robert decides to set out into the world and see what it has to offer, being accompanied by his nobel steed Patches, a cat with a serious problem with stopping to lick and mess up his hair.

All goes well on his travels until he meets Sasha, the most oblivious tiny he has ever met and the hugest cause for all of his troubles, who now is stuck to him and won't leave his side- if only he couldn't feel attached to them...

Robert and Patches

Character spread sheet

Coming as soon as the illustration part is done/in progress

Escaping the parable- The Stanley Parable (has hints of g/t in it)

Years of trying to find a true escape Stanley has started to tick off the narrator on purpose more and more, starting to dare him to even try stop him. After all, what could some voice in his head do to make him stop?

Apparently he has never just been a voice, that Stanley realizes quickly when a sudden hand comes crashing down infront of him when he once again attempted to walk through the right door, his usual schedule for annoying the narrator now interrupted as he, judging by his expression, has had enough of Stanley's attitude

Character spread sheet

Cover page

Comic in progress

What fandoms am I interested in?

The borrowers

Inside job

Unus Annus

Over the graden wall

The Magnus Archives

The Stanley parable

The Magnus Protocols

Malevolent

What will I do for asks?

Wolf 359

SFW only

Answer questions

Make art and sketches

Whatever fandom is listed above (or others that I am familiar with)

Please do:

Respect privacy

Not repost my posts without permission

Reblog and like if you enjoy my posts

Have fun

#about me #sarah-kings #my post #masterlist #lost and found #curses and thimbles #the adventures of robert pipin #escaping the parable #till the last second

[ferinehuntress]

— FAMILIAL SHIPS what is a mother if not a sacrifice of pure love — [ ship: caitlyn/cassandra ] your heart is your greatest power — [ ship: caitlyn/tobias ] even when its darkest i will be right with you — [ ship: caitlyn/grayson ] two hearts of feral nature meant to be untamed — [ ship: caitlyn/sett ] : goldenfists

— ROMANTIC SHIPS you found parts of me I did not know still existed — [ ship: caitlyn/vi ] : shimmerbeasts loving you is the most natural feeling i know — [ ship: caitlyn/vi ] : gauntletsshot there is a secret universe written in the freckles of your face — [ ship: caitlyn/vi ] : decidentia she fell in love with someone who could handle her fire — [ ship: caitlyn/vi ] : jynxd

— PLATONIC SHIPS a song of sea and air — [ ship: caitlyn/angelica ] : angelicaaster for in our loneliness we sought out a heart — [ ship: caitlyn/kassandra ] : ofspvrta

— ANTOGONISTIC SHIPSour lives are intertangled in a complex game of intricacies — [ ship: caitlyn/jinx ] : shimmerbeasts I am choking from the poison and I cant escape — [ ship: ahri/caitlyn ] : shimmerbeasts

#what is a mother if not a sacrifice of pure love — [ ship: caitlyn/cassandra ] #your heart is your greatest power — [ ship: caitlyn/tobias ] #even when its darkest i will be right with you — [ ship: caitlyn/grayson ] #you found parts of me I did not know still existed — [ ship: caitlyn/vi ] : shimmerbeasts #there is a secret universe written in the freckles of your face — [ ship: caitlyn/vi ] : decidentia #loving you is the most natural feeling i know — [ ship: caitlyn/vi ] : gauntletsshot #two hearts of feral nature meant to be untamed — [ ship: caitlyn/sett ] : goldenfists #for in our loneliness we sought out a heart — [ ship: caitlyn/kassandra ] : ofspvrta #our lives are intertangled in a complex game of intricacies — [ ship: caitlyn/jinx ] : shimmerbeasts #[ panda speaks ] — masterlist . #she fell in love with someone who could handle her fire — [ ship: caitlyn/vi ] : jynxd #I am choking from the poison and I cant escape — [ ship: ahri/caitlyn ] : shimmerbeasts

[soaringeag1e]

Tomorrow!

More Escape tomorrow!

And plus, I finally updated the masterlist! So, I'll put that link below in case you need to catch up!

Main Masterlist

Escape Masterlist

Become a Patron and read ALL of Escape NOW!

#Escape #Tomorrow! #Updated Series Masterlist

[baeshijima]

im writing a duke!blade word dump and i just realised i could definitely turn this into a royalty au blurb for hsr men like i did with the genshin men... cries

#sophie talks : concepts <3 #when can i escape wip hell gdi #anyway expect a hsr royalty au sometime later if i get carried away 🐥 #at least i can post my other masterlists if i go through with it KJHADF

[lookingforroleplayers]

Zero Escape RP Masterlist!

Reblog this post and add in the tags

your URL

if you’re a single muse or a multimuse

if they're canon or an OC

your muse’s name

EXAMPLE: scrunklyrpblog, single muse, animal crossing verse, Scrunkly the Mighty

to be added in the list!

NOTE: if you have a multimuse blog, write as many muses as you have; if you’d like, feel free to give your muse a “title” to describe them!

Characters in alphabetical order can be found HERE!

#zero escape #the nonary games #i hope this is what you meant anon </3 #videogame rp #rp masterlist #masterlist

[chuluoyi]

✎ curiosity

- gojo satoru x reader

when gojo is found out by his own son during your nighttime activities

genre: 18+ suggestive content—minors do not interact! crack, fluff, dad!gojo

note: based on a fun suggestion by anon! and it’s been sooo long in my drafts🤧 anyways gojo in phantom parade game is so otome-coded, look at his innocent face!—that's how he's going to be while explaining this to his son

a part of gojo's love entries

series masterlist | oneshot masterlist

"Nghh—Satoru... ah!" you mewled, breathless, right after the third time he made you cum on his fingers alone.

Gods, even with one kid already running around, Satoru never stopped acting like he desired you like when you were still newlyweds. The glint in his eyes never dulled—always smirking at you as if you were the prey, as he licked his fingers with a wicked smile.

"Ah, sweets, are you ready to take me in now?" he cooed in your ear. Really, he was at his limit, seeing how he brought pleasure to you as you writhed under him made him this close to becoming undone too.

With your nod of approval, he wasted no time. He gripped your hips, and swiftly slid his thick cock between your folds. As he sank into you—making himself fit, you accidentally let out a loud moan.

“So pretty,” Satoru groaned through clenched teeth, marveling at your scrunched face, feeling how your legs wrapped around his waist in compliance. “Still so tight for me...”

And the way you squeezed your eyes shut right before he started to pound into you made him finally lose it, as he hotly grunted in that raw, almost feral voice—

“All mine.”

With each thrust, you quite literally squealed. Seems like you were sensitive at this time of the month, because your senses were heightened and you couldn't help the nasty moans leaving your lips. The sensation of him repeatedly slamming his hips against you turned you into a crying mess, and had you totally forgetting that your toddler was sleeping just next door.

And when his climax exploded within you with one last powerful thrust, his hot cum spurting hard, stuffing you to the brim and painting your womb white— you clawed at him, tugged him closer to your breasts as a mix of scream and moan of his name escaped your lips, trembling at the depth to which he was burying himself inside you.

You were panting, totally spent, sensing the familiar way of his cum trickling down your thighs. And at that moment, you could have sworn you heard the patter of footsteps nearby. Before you could fully register it, Satoru hastily pulled the blanket to cover you both.

Suddenly, your bedroom's door swung open, revealing your precious boy standing there, visibly sleepy but worried. "Mama?"

You muttered your son's name weakly, disoriented, and it only served to worry him further. His little eyes widened, and he took a step—

"No, no, kiddo!" Satoru urged in a panic. "Stay there! Don't move!"

His son eyed him suspiciously. "What are you doing? Why are you crushing mama?"

"I—" Satoru collected himself, and put on the most innocent smile. "I'm... helping mama to sleep, you see."

You went pale, now that you realized the situation you were in. Your son had just seen you and your husband in the middle of the act. You were silently grateful for Satoru's quick thinking for covering both of you to spare your son from the indecency.

"Helping?" your son gaped in disbelief. "But she was just crying!"

"Yeah, she cried because she couldn't sleep," Satoru blurted, still smiling benevolently like he hadn't nothing wrong. You felt the urge to facepalm at his terrible excuse and the irony of the situation—how close he was to collapsing beside you, and that he hadn't even pulled out of you yet.

Your intelligent boy wasn't easily convinced, that was what you would expect of him.

"How's you hovering over her will help her sleep?"

“With this position, she'll sleep more comfortably, you know,” he asserted confidently, prompting a subtle twitch in your eye. He turned to you, a stupid grin on his face. “And who knows, it might also help to make your sibling. Isn’t it true, dear?”

Satoru nudged your side, willing you to agree with him. You were in utter shock and shot him a dark glare, before looking at your distraught son in a flurry. “Y-yeah… I’m fine, baby. Go back to your room now.”

“You're not hurting, Mama?” the little boy asked you worriedly. Thank heavens he was more focused on you rather than Satoru's little comment.

“No. Your papa is just… trying to help. I’m okay, yeah?”

“If you say so…” your son pouted reluctantly. He shifted his gaze on his father and 'hmph'-ed in accusation. “You’re weird.”

"Hey!" Satoru exclaimed, comically offended. "What are you doing here, anyway? Can't you sleep?"

“I heard noises... and now I want to go to the bathroom…”

Your husband grunted. "Fine, I'll come with you. Just wait a moment and close the door, please?"

Your son threw one last concerned glance at you before shutting the door. Both of you let out collective sighs of relief.

“I swear, he’s such a brat. He used to be so lovable too,” Satoru grumbled under his breath, finally slipping out of you and rolled to your side. He playfully tapped your lower belly and winked. “I hope it’s a daughter next. She will surely be daddy's girl.”

Your body was still shivering as a result of your high earlier, and yet you still managed to side-eye him, hissing, “I'm going to kill you, Gojo Satoru.”

“Wha—”

“Sleep more comfortably? A sibling?”

“Well, can’t we just say that we’re going to give him—”

“Satoru, don’t you put more weird ideas in our son’s head.”

“But—!”

“The moment you do, and if I catch you, I swear to God, I'm banishing you from our bed.”

Epilogue

“Uncle Nanami… does sleeping in certain position will give me a sibling?”

Nanami almost choked on his own words. “What?”

On this rather fine day, he had agreed to help you keep an eye on your child, as both you and Satoru went on separate missions.

He might not be able to stand his senior, but Nanami couldn’t deny that he had a soft spot for the toddler even if he was a carbon copy of his father, as the boy was sweet and overall more like you in nature.

Your son blinked at him curiously. “Papa said not to tell this to mama, but when I asked, he was actually trying to give me a brother or sister to play with when he squished mama on the bed the other day.”

Nanami felt a vein about to burst at the very implication. In hindsight, he shouldn’t be surprised at Gojo Satoru’s unrefined parenting skills but then again, anything that annoying clown did always managed to surprise him one way or another. He let out a long sigh.

“Kid, forget what your father said.”

“Huh? Is that not true then?”

“Report this to your mother, yeah? Ask her too, she will have better answers for you.”

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a darling and a virgin | f. odair

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summary: you are a victor from district four, having just ended your first victory tour. after being confronted by president snow, you have no choice but to lose your virginity. luckily, your previous mentor is willing to provide some guidance.

pairing: finnick odair x reader

warnings: mentions of forced prostitution, angst, gentle smut, loss of virginity, fingering, lots of consent, praise, happy but also unhappy ending??, reader takes contraceptives.

notes: i’ve recently found that i’m incapable of writing short smut one shots so… i’m sorry y’all. love describing every detail too much.

word count: 6.8k

Your hands were clasped over the balcony railing of the penthouse you were spending the night in, the vibrant artificial lights of the Capitol burning your retinas as you overlooked the city. You had finally completed your first Victory Tour and were offered one more night in the Capitol to enjoy its ‘luxury’ and ‘generosity’ before returning to District Four in the morning.

For the past two weeks, you had read fabricated speeches to each District, resurfacing both your trauma from the Games and the families of the tributes you had murdered in the arena. The toll it was taking on you was heavy, but you managed to put on a splitting grin for every interview, speech, and disturbing congratulation. But not for your previous mentor, Finnick Odair.

Finnick had been there for you through the whole nightmare, even during the week before your Games. His support was unwavering which was one of the many reasons you had managed to survive from the moment you were Reaped to the end of the Tour. It was hard to tell when his mentorship had turned into something more complicated, but it had. It had become more about feelings than simply survival. Not a relationship per se, but not just a friendship either. You teetered on the line between the two, never crossing it and never discussing the fact that you were both aware of it either.

For six whole months.

When the final destination of the Tour came—the grand celebration at President Snow’s mansion—Finnick had told you it was the easiest part. All you had to do was manage a happy face, mingle with obnoxious Capitol citizens, and eat an abhorrent amount of food. He would have been right if you were a different person. If President Snow hadn’t demanded your singular presence at the end of the night.

You exhaled a shaky breath, watching the white mist drift into the light-polluted sky. The President’s words bounced around your head: Desirable… Customers... Family. The conversation played on a loop in your mind. You could remember the repugnant smell of roses, the overwhelming whiteness in the room, and the way his too-pleasant face lit up as fireworks exploded outside the window.

Shivers trickled down your spine, forming goosebumps that were borderline painful. The fact that you were on the ninetieth floor and wearing flimsy pyjama shorts and a thin long-sleeve shirt wasn’t helping either. The crisp wind blew against your body, but you had no intentions of moving to seek warmth. It felt appropriate to stay in the cold when your body would soon know nothing but unwelcome heat.

So lost in your spiralling thoughts, you failed to notice as another body silently took up space beside yours, warming up the side of your arm. This heat was welcome.

“Pretty cold out here.”

A startled gasp escaped your mouth. You straightened up and turned to the owner of the voice, only to find Finnick leaning against the railing, forearms over the edge the same as you.

“Sorry.” He chuckled. “I know my presence can be a little breathtaking sometimes. Nice shorts by the way.”

He turned his head turned to you, revealing his infamous flirtatious smirk. The dimples in his cheeks were prominent and charming. His bronze hair was perfectly dishevelled as usual, as if someone had purposefully placed each strand to give him the ‘sexy bed hair’ look. He was still wearing his white button-up and black trousers; the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows and a few buttons were undone, revealing his toned chest. The outfit had been accessorised with a metallic golden corset-like belt among other decorations that made him fit in with the Capitol crowd, but he must have taken them off. Now the outfit sort of resembled one that a boy would wear to a Reaping. Simple yet formal. Still gorgeous, not that he needed reminding.

Normally, you would retort with a snarky remark or, on the off occasion, flirt back, but instead, you resumed your previous position over the railings. You weren’t immune to Finnick’s charms; you praised anyone who was. You would usually be internally swooning at the sight of him, especially with the way he looked right now and his obvious flirting. But this night was much different. Flirting and swooning were at the back of your mind. All you could think about was your interaction with the president; the way his guards manhandled and escorted you to his study. The conversation that destroyed your hopes of a peaceful future.

Desirable. One word that sent ice coursing through your veins. Or snow, to be more poetic.

“I don’t think you’ve said a word since we got back,” said Finnick, still a hint of playfulness in his tone. He watched your gaze—eyes distant though not really seeing. It was clear something was wrong, so he continued, this time more softly. “You were gone during the fireworks.”

You remained unmoving, staring straight ahead at the city. Only when he uttered your name did he finally gain your attention. As you turned your head to face him, tears began to well up in your eyes.

Finnick noticed the silent distress in your expression and straightened up his stance. He towered over you, brows knitted together whilst his sea-green eyes flickered across your face, looking as if pieces were slowly falling together in his mind.

“He spoke with you, didn’t he?” he said. “Snow.”

To answer his question for you, a tear escaped your eye, but you were quick to swipe it away with a sniffle.

Your arms wound around your torso, hugging yourself as the words began flowing. “After I won my Games, when I was being crowned, he said something to me that I didn’t really understand." Your voice was gentle, just above a mere whisper. “Months passed and I’d forgotten all about it. Until now at least. He told me…” You swallowed the ache in your throat. “He told me, ‘I have big plans for you, Miss (L/N). I think you will be a very valuable asset to the Capitol citizens.’”

Finnick’s face had melted into an unreadable expression. His entire body turned to stone; it was like he was a marble statue portraying a Greek God. All of a sudden, he was sixteen again. He was in Snow’s study, being told that if he didn’t cooperate and essentially sell himself to the Capitol, his family would pay the price. And they did.

With a sad smile, you whispered, “I know what he meant now.”

Something inside him snapped and he broke from his stupor.

“No.” He vigorously shook his head. “He can’t do that. You can’t. I’ll go to him and—fuck!” His hand ran through his hair, making it even more dishevelled. The bright lights from the city were reflecting off his eyes, revealing the shine that was starting to gloss over them. “I can fix this for you, I swear I’ll—"

“Finnick.”

“He’s a fucking—”

“Finnick.” The plea in your voice ceased his panicked movements. He just stood there, looking completely and utterly helpless. You both did. Another tear slipped down your cheek as you stared at him, your voice wavering as you asked, “Can you hold me?”

He let out a breath as if the air had been knocked from his lungs and in one fell swoop, he stepped forward and pulled you into his arms. Silent tears began to flow more heavily, saturating his white shirt which he held you tightly against. There was a hand wrapped protectively around your lower back and another stroking the hair flowing over your neck.

You were certain Finnick let a few tears slip too because you could feel the cold breeze nip at the top of your head the slightest bit more. He mumbled the words “I’m so sorry” over and over into your hair but you just shook your head. You told him it wasn’t his fault, but he wouldn’t accept it. He had told you months ago about his arrangement with Snow. You couldn’t have imagined what it was like for him then, but you would be able to now. You would know every single little detail.

His embrace tightened as you turned your head and pressed your ear to his thumping chest.

The tears had stopped, and you managed to find your voice again. “Snow threatened to kill my family. What if the customers don’t think I’m good enough and he takes it out on them? I mean, I don’t have any experience.”

You remained silent, awaiting his response. When the hand stroking your hair halted, you realised your mistake. You realised what you had just admitted to him and mentally kicked yourself. Repeatedly.

Finnick moved both hands onto your forearms, gently pushing you away from him to get a clear view of your face. The surprise in his expression was enough to make you want to jump over the balcony ledge in embarrassment.

“You’re a virgin?”

Hearing the words out loud would have sent you over the edge—literally—if Finnick’s large hands weren’t wrapped around your arms. You tried to turn away from him, but his grip was unshakeable. Your eyes began to water again, and you felt pathetic.

“Hey,” he said tenderly as he tried to regain your eye contact. “It’s not a bad thing.”

Your distraught red-rimmed eyes snapped back to him. “Not a bad thing? Of course it’s a bad thing, Finnick! I have to give my body to a stranger despite never even having my first kiss! Let alone sex!” As you said the words, the full reality of your situation began to set in. Panic turned to sadness as you realised yet again, the Capitol was taking another innocence you thought was your own to give away. You looked down, your tone becoming quieter. “I thought my first time would be special. Or at least with someone I loved.”

God, you felt so embarrassed admitting that to him. Sure, a lot of your conversations were flirty and full of sensual banter. Sex, however, was not a topic that came up very frequently. You would never want to accidentally cross a line with Finnick, especially given what Snow forced upon him. So you liked to avoid the subject as much as possible. Now, it was inescapable.

He released his grip and sighed heavily, looking out toward the view as if he were deep in thought. The vivid city lights cast an unnatural hue on his usually golden-tanned skin; even now the Capitol was changing him into something he wasn’t. His eyes shut for a quick second before he reopened them and looked back at you. The only time he had looked this serious was the morning of your Games and the night you returned. It was a little intimidating.

His jaw ticked and his gaze bore down into your own. “Sweetheart, I’m going to ask you something,” he began, “and I want you to know you do not have to say ‘yes’ if you don’t want to, okay?”

Alright, now he was really starting to scare you.

“Okay,” you said warily.

The hardness on his face remained for a moment longer, but then his expression softened and became the most vulnerable you had ever seen.

His voice was gentle. “Do you want me to take your virginity?”

*************

You were sat on the edge of Finnick’s bed, toying with the black satin sheets with a frown. Your room didn’t get satin sheets. It was probably one of the benefits of being the Capitol Darling. Not that you envied him very much. He would probably be content with sleeping on a dirt floor if it meant he got his autonomy back.

Finnick was in the bathroom doing God knows what. You weren’t sure if he was trying to make himself more presentable or hyping himself up to have sex with you. The latter worried you. The last thing you wanted was to pressure him into something he didn’t want to do. Then again, he was the one who asked.

After you had told him “Yes, please”, he had tentatively but oh-so-gently taken your hand in his and guided you inside and to his room. Neither of you had spoken along the way; you just walked in silence toward something that would either ruin or deepen your relationship. Despite being two victors, this was still a mentor making sure his tribute stayed alive.

You heard the bathroom door slide open and looked up to see Finnick standing outside the door. Shirtless, pants still on, and towel in hand. It took everything in you to not stare at his perfectly sculptured torso, his equally toned arms, or his broad and muscular shoulders. Instead, your eyes met his for a split second before you returned to the satin sheets.

Blood rushed to your head and everything felt too real. Finnick Odair was standing before you, looking like an angel and willing to fu—

“You’re allowed to look, you know,” he chuckled.

But your gaze remained on the bed.

“I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.”

“You won’t.’” He spread the towel on the bed, positioning it in the middle. Then he stopped his movements as he realised what you meant. “It’s not like that. I’m not being forced to do this. I want to.”

Your head snapped up and your heart leapt as those three words left his lips—I want to. For a second, you believed him, but then reasoning came to deflate your hopefulness.

“You wouldn’t want to if I weren’t in this situation.”

He let go of the towel, sitting down mere inches beside you, his eyes amused despite the solemn context. “And how do you know that?”

“Because…” you trailed off, searching your brain for an explanation only to find none. “Because.”

He smirked. “We need to work on your argumentative skills, sweetheart.”

A small smile worked its way across your lips. He returned it with a comforting smile of his own, though the sense of playfulness never left. It never really did and that was one of the things you admired most about him. Even in the darkest of situations, he was able to provide some light.

Rosy heat crept into your cheeks and you were forced to break eye contact again. Hiding how much he affected you was pointless now; if this was going to work out, you needed to be vulnerable with him. With each other. You looked down at the space between your bodies. His hand was resting on the bed beside him and soon enough, it was slowly creeping across the sheets over to your own. He gently brushed his fingers across your knuckles before sliding his hand beneath your palm and interlocking it with yours. You couldn’t help but notice how small your hand looked compared to his, feeling butterflies flutter around your stomach at the small observation.

The both of you silently watched your intertwined hands. That is until Finnick decided to speak up.

“I would,” he said ambiguously, caressing the side of your hand with his thumb. “I would still want to. Even in different circumstances.”

The blush on your face reddened even more; your cheeks were on fire at this point. Even in different circumstances. Was that his way of confessing… that he did have feelings for you? It wasn’t exactly explicit, but it was certainly implied. Oh god, you didn’t know what to think.

You didn’t bother to reply; words probably would have failed you anyway. You just gave his hand a slight squeeze in acknowledgement—well, it was more in appreciation. It was obvious how hard he was trying to make you feel comfortable, but no matter how hard he tried, you couldn’t shake the nerves that were rattling your entire being.

Sex was a pretty big milestone—to you, at least—and here you were, on the precipice with someone you trusted with your life. Did you love Finnick? You weren’t sure. What you did know was that your feelings for him were deep, and even though neither of you had ever clearly confessed to each other, you knew he felt something for you too. Which made everything all the more daunting.

“Are you nervous?” he asked softly.

You nodded.

“We still don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

You shook your head, lifting your gaze to his. “No, I—”

His eyebrows pulled inwards, awaiting your answer. His eyes were so inviting and full of understanding, if you hadn’t lost the ability to form full sentences, you would have found yourself spilling all your secrets to him. He was so patient with you. So good. You had to rethink your uncertainty about loving him.

“I…” you tried again. Your eyes flickered back and forth from his sea-green eyes to his soft, pink lips. As shameful as it felt to admit, you had imagined what it would feel like to have his lips on yours many times before. Usually right before you went to sleep. Never would you have thought the day would come when it would actually happen.

He was still caressing the side of your palm, silently reassuring you, encouraging you to communicate with him. You sighed, closing your eyes. If he wanted you to communicate, then you would.

“Finnick,” you whispered. “Kiss me.”

Your words drifted into the air, stilling everything in the room—the air, Finnick’s hand. Your heart. He just stared at you, unblinking, unmoving, like someone had hit pause on the television at the tensest moment. The tension was tearing you apart and you almost got up and left the room. But you didn’t. Because suddenly, the sides of your face were cupped by large hands and his lips were on yours.

Finnick Odair was kissing you.

His lips pressed against yours once more in one long close-mouthed kiss before leaving again. Shock came and left within seconds and you found the courage to copy his actions. Your lips locked perfectly onto his, remaining still, enjoying the pressure and tingly warmth of simply having them connected. Then your lips moved to kiss him again. And again, and again until soon enough, his tongue had slyly slid into your mouth and you had somehow instantaneously become a master at French kissing.

This kiss felt familiar, despite it being your first. Like something you had done millions of times before, but only with him. Like having his lips on yours was the most natural thing to ever exist.

A hand moved onto your waist and suddenly you were being pulled onto his lap, legs straddling his lap. Your hands fell on his chest, mindlessly wandering and feeling the toned muscles ripple underneath your palms as he pulled you closer by the neck to deepen the kiss. Damn the people of the Capitol, but they were right to say he was an incredible kisser.

“Finn,” you huffed in between kisses, “have you got a rock in your pants?”

He pecked your lips once more with a smirk, resting his forehead against yours as you both attempted to catch your breaths. “No,” he chuckled. “I’ve just got a beautiful girl on my lap.”

Your eyes opened to see him grinning at you with mischief. Oh.

“Is that okay?” he asked.

You nodded jerkily. “Ye—Yes, that’s okay.”

“Okay, good.”

Biting your lip, you looked down between your bodies. Curiously, you rocked your hips along the length of his lap once, earning a quiet grunt from him.

He tucked a lock of hair behind your ear. “Careful,” his voice was low, tempting.

And of course, in full defiance, you did it again. His warning was a bluff. He made no real action to prevent you from grinding any further on his erection, so you kept moving, and he kept revealing how good it made him feel. The thin fabric of your shorts created a little barrier between his hard lap and the growing sensitivity between your thighs.

Meanwhile, you found yourself never wanting to be parted from Finnick’s lips. With every rock of your hips, your hands ran over every inch of his upper body, eventually settling in his hair. The way he kissed reminded you of stories of District Twelve. A district full of hunger and desperation. Only what Finnick was craving wasn’t the fullness of food in his stomach, but the desire to devour you whole. To ravage you. And by God, would you give anything to satiate him.

Forget what you thought before. This wasn’t just a victor keeping his tribute alive. As clear as the sea on a sunny day, this was a man giving himself over to a woman he loved. You. Finnick loved you.

When you pulled back to tentatively lift your shirt over your head, his eyes stayed on yours. Your breasts were literally bare and he just continued to scan the features of your face. However, you did notice the subtle shift in his breathing.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, stroking the side of your breast.

A shy, cheek-warming smile crept on your face and then suddenly, Finnick was rolling you over. Your head fell back onto the soft silk pillows, Finnick hovering above you. This position remained for a long while, the time spent simply kissing each other, alternating between deep tongue-filled kisses and soft sweet pecks. There were moments when you both stopped to flirt or giggle. These were the times you entirely forgot the whole reason you were doing this in the first place.

It was just you and Finnick. Two new lovers in a perfect world.

After a while, your lips had swollen with warm, passionate heat. You were flushed and you didn’t even need to look to know your hair was already a tangled mess. But you didn’t care.

One of Finnick’s hands had begun to wander down your stomach, breaking the established pattern of merely making out. You knew what was coming and surprisingly, you weren’t afraid. Unlike outside the penthouse apartment, there was no danger. Not in this room, in this bed, or in the hands that caressed you. He grazed across the skin beneath your belly button, causing your body to flinch up into his.

Of course, he smirked at that—the smug asshole.

He returned to your lips before lowering down to your neck and sucking soft, red marks into your fragile skin. His fingers found the edge of your waistband. At this point, you were already breathing like a marathoner.

His lips detached from your neck. “Can Itouch you?”

“Yes, please,” you breathed.

As he travelled down, down beneath your waistband, he pecked your reddened lips once more. A soft gasp escaped you and warmth tingled between your thighs. His fingers were gentle as he began circling that sweet, sensitive spot only you had ever touched. Having someone else touch you felt so much more different, so much more exquisite. Your body responded to his touch immediately, hips following each movement of his fingers, breaths quickening in pace.

Finnick gazed down at you, observing each pleasured twist of your expression. He began to pick up the pace as he noticed your body familiarising itself with the sensation. More pressure was applied and the gasps leaving your mouth were gradually turning into quiet moans.

“This feel okay?” he asked. Obviously, he knew the answer, but after years of having others take advantage of him, he couldn’t help but want to hear your willingness. Your consent.

But you weren’t sure if the words could form. Everything felt like it was vibrating. All you could do was focus on the pleasure his fingers were building.

“Come on, sweetheart. You can tell me.”

His voice had taken on that seductive purr he was well-known for and you just couldn’t deny him. It took everything inside you to muster up the words. “It—it feels so good.”

He smiled and pressed a kiss to your forehead. The gesture was so sweet, you could have cried. So sweet even with his hand stroking between your legs and his hard cock pressing against your thigh. Time slowed as his fingers sped up. Muscles in your stomach were tightening. Your insides were churning—not like when you first entered your Games’ arena, but in the best way possible. It was a sensation you had never felt before, but before it could build any more, Finnick’s hand stilled. And you genuinely whined at the loss of friction.

Then his hand moved even lower, resting a singular finger over your slick entrance. Your eyes were wide, unsure of how to feel with the sudden turn of events.

Finnick’s eyes flickered between your own. "You trust me?”

You weren’t sure if an easier question existed. “I do.”

And his lips were on yours again, deep and sensual. His tongue rolled over your own, pushing forward and then retreating in a perfect rhythm. He almost successfully distracted you from the feeling of his middle finger sinking into you knuckle-by-knuckle. Some sort of sound resembling a mix of discomfort and surprise vibrated in your throat as his finger bottomed out.

There wasn’t much pain. It was just an odd feeling.

Your lips parted from his and he looked down at you, his eyes holding an immense amount of security as he communicated through your shared gaze.

Does it hurt?

You gave him a gentle smile. No. Keep touching me.

He returned your smile with a grin. Gladly.

His buried finger curled, shooting a sharp pang up into your stomach which caused your back to arch up against his bare torso. Whether you considered it painful or pleasurable was uncertain. Perhaps a mix of both. He did it again. This time you settled on describing it as a tight twinge in your lower stomach which sent a wave of chills down your legs. Definitely pleasurable. Only, he stopped indulging you with the sensation after the second time.

Instead, you felt another finger slowly slip inside you and whimpered. Now that hurt. You felt your inner walls stretch with the second addition and it stung. Especially when he began to scissor his fingers inside you. This was him preparing you for the real deal. How you were supposed to have Finnick inside you when just his fingers had you stuffed was incomprehensible. But you allowed him to keep going, trying to enjoy the comforting kisses he pampered onto you.

“You’re doing so well, sweetheart,” he said.

Your hands moved to push back his messy bronze hair as he hovered above you. His dimples deepened with a grin and you swore you would endure any pain to keep them etched on his face. After he deemed you stretched out enough, he slowly rose to his knees, unbuttoning his trousers and throwing them aside. You couldn’t do anything but stare. He wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

The way you gulped was almost cartoonish. How the hell was he supposed to��fit? You had never seen a man naked before—you weren’t even sure Finnick was human. He had a body sculptured by the Gods, a face carved by angels, and a… well, let’s just say he didn’t disappoint in any other areas. You weren’t sure if the smug look on his face was real or a carefully curated mask created for his Capitol customers. By the way it quickly washed away, you could tell it was the latter.

He began sliding your shorts down your legs, tossing them to the floor. Suddenly, you felt extremely vulnerable. Almost inferior. Your knees fell together, concealing the most private part of yourself from him. You avoided his gaze, cheeks becoming red and hot as he observed your naked frame. He had a way of looking at you as if you were a long-forgotten masterpiece, rediscovered from centuries of being lost. No one had looked at you like that before him.

Gently, he pried apart your legs and you didn’t bother trying to resist. Only when he descended and settled between your legs did the insecurity dwindle into the background of your mind. Your naked bodies were hot against each other. His weight pinned you against the bed. Everything that was yours touched all that was his. You thought this experience would feel like a dream, but it all felt so real. You were nervous, you were trembling, and your breaths were shaky.

Finnick was quick to recognise the nervousness radiating off you. His arm curled beneath you, somehow pulling you even closer, meanwhile, his other arm rested beside your head. He brushed strands of hair away from your face, soothing you with his tender touch.

“Tell me to stop and I will.”

You nodded. You wanted this—wanted Finnick. It was just the anticipation that was killing you. Your thighs squeezed his sides to tell him you were ready. For a few moments longer, he restarted the pattern of sweet kisses, rolling tongues, and the warmth of blood rushing to your head. His hand was caressing your cheek; yours were splayed on his back, gliding over the rippled muscles.

Then finally, he shifted, his hand moving south to align himself with your entrance. All you could do was watch his focused expression. This was the moment. The threshold of your relationship would be ­­crossed as soon as he pushed forward. There was no one else you wanted to share the experience with because you knew this wasn’t just sex. Not for him or for you; it was more than that. Something bordering spiritual, breaking the bounds of physical pleasure and entering into a deep emotional connection. Something no paying customer of the Capitol could provide.

He was gazing down at you, half-cradling your head as he began to say, “Are you su—" But before he could finish, you had pressed your lips to his, answering his question. You were sure. He nodded in response.

His eyes were hesitant he began to push his tip between your folds. Your fingers dug into his back, more from anxiety than anything else. It became a game of stopping and starting as he moved deeper inside inch-by-inch, allowing your walls time to adjust around him. Never had you seen someone’s face filled with so many emotions—concentration, controlled gratification, affection. So many feelings twisted his expression. Meanwhile, yours held only one. Discomfort. He was so big; you felt like you were being split apart and he wasn’t even fully inside yet.

Finally, when his pelvis connected with yours, you exhaled a heavy breath. It hurt. Bad. Finnick had the right idea to lay down a towel because you definitely needed it. He had you filled to the brim, stretched out and stuffed. Even the slightest shift in his position had your hands flying to his shoulders in pain.

“Are you alright?” he asked.

“Yes, just—” You bit your lip in an attempt to suppress a whimper. “Just go slow.”

He nodded. You smiled. Then for some odd reason, you laughed. And then so did he. Finnick’s face fell into the crook of your neck, muffling his boyish laughs into your skin. The added movements had your insides dully aching, but you didn’t pay it much attention. The moment was so innocently intimate that you wanted to stay in it forever. He lifted his head to press his grinning lips to yours and the laughter began to dissipate. Your mouths moved slowly together, full of heat and fervent emotion, and suddenly, Finnick’s body began to move too.

Careful as not to harm you, he slid himself backward in one slow motion and then pushed forward again in another. Pain stung at your inner walls and your lips left his as a gasp escaped your mouth. You were tempted to close your eyes whilst riding out the discomfort but couldn’t bring yourself to look away from Finnick’s face. He was so mesmerizingly beautiful.

His cheeks were a baby pink. Lips were a rosy red. There was a thin sheen covering his forehead, slightly wrinkled by his furrowed brows. Those messy bronze locks you adored so much fell in strands across his forehead. The evident concentration and care on his face just made him look all the more picturesque.

While you admired his features, you started to notice the pain accompanying his slow thrusts was becoming more tolerable. There was still a sting, but also a dull twinge in your stomach that had you biting your bottom lip. It felt sort of… nice. And you wanted to experiment with that feeling.

Your hands were hooked around his shoulders. “Faster.”

Are you sure? His lustful eyes spoke.

You pulled him back down to your mouth. Absolutely.

And so, his hips started to rock back and forth at a faster pace. You could feel yourself clench around his cock from the change of rhythm but forced yourself to relax. He thrust in and out, rubbing against the ripples of your walls, tip brushing at a spot inside you that was anything but pain. That is what you focused on—that one sweet spot.

Time went on and he gradually increased his speed. Your lips were swollen and red, no doubt from the way he would nip and suck on your bottom lip in between each flick of his tongue. His breaths were coming out louder, heavier, as were your own. Soon enough, you were in a rhythm that was both pleasurable for him and for you. The pain lingered but it was no longer unbearable. A shudder ran down your body and your pussy fluttered around him. Finnick broke away from your lips with a breathy groan that you swore you could feel in the pit of your stomach.

“Fuck,” he breathed.

His thrusts became a little faster, a little more painful. A hand slipped down between your bodies and the pain faded quicker than it came. He was rubbing circles around your clit, occasionally running his fingers across it which caused you to lurch upward. All of a sudden, you came to the realisation that everything bad that had been clouding your mind had disappeared. The ache, the confrontation with Snow. Everything. The only thing you could focus on was the pleasure slowly building between your thighs and in your stomach. And Finnick. His tantalising eyes. His wicked mouth. His throbbing cock.

People always said your first time would be horrible; this was anything but. Maybe it had to do with the fact that you… loved him? Yeah, you loved him. Also because he was something of an expert at sex. You were in a pretty unlucky predicament but having Finnick willingly fucking you was a blessing.

His fingers were relentless, applying the perfect amount of pleasure that had you writhing beneath him. And added with the sensation of his cock repeatedly hitting that spot inside you, your uneven breaths turned into soft moans. He fucked, he rubbed, he nipped and sucked at the delicate skin of your neck. Heat was enveloping your entire body.

“Finnick,” you moaned.

“I know, sweetheart. I know.” His voice was strained and hoarse.

His hand left your clit, hooking around your thigh, and curling it around his back so he could thrust even deeper. He restarted his rhythm of rubbing circles, but his thrusts felt different. Instead of just brushing that sensitiveness deep inside you, he was mercilessly hitting it. Over and over. Your moans were louder now; Finnick was more vocal too, grunting and occasionally uttering words of praise.

This went on for a while. His stamina was incredible—if you had a moment to think, you would have realised the depressing reasoning behind it. But you couldn’t think at all. Your heel was digging into his back; nails scratching at his skin. Both of you had a layer of sweat covering your bodies, skin wet, slapping and sliding over one another. Your pheromones had filled the room with the smell of sex, driving your need to finish.

Finnick’s mouth had been everywhere at this point. Your lips, your neck, shoulders, and breasts. Everywhere except your pussy, not that it really mattered anymore.

It was hard for you to comprehend how fucking amazing the sensations you felt were. There was heat and pressure pooling in your stomach, increasing at a slow pace, and growing more powerful by the minute. Finnick’s hips moved at a steady pace, but his hand had begun to slow. Even he had to succumb to fatigue at some point. He sounded like he had run for miles though was obviously pushing himself on for your benefit.

Instead of ceasing his tiring hand movements entirely, he switched hands. And that was when the heat in your stomach turned into a blazing inferno. He was much faster now. Applied more pressure. Your head fell back against the pillow with a cry. His cock was throbbing inside you at the sound.

“That feel good? Huh?” he practically moaned.

He left kisses across the stretch of your neck, running his tongue over the skin and leaving behind red marks.

“Yes!” you cried out.

Your entire body felt like it was being dipped into a white-hot flame of pleasure and the feeling was only increasing. It was clear Finnick felt the same way. His thrusts were becoming more frantic, he was cursing left and right, and he was practically pulsing inside you.

The heat in your stomach was overwhelming but you needed more.

“Finnick, I feel—I feel—” You couldn’t describe even it.

Finnick nodded, breathing heavily above you. God, he looked gorgeous. “You’re gonna come.”

Your half-lidded needy eyes met his. Something about him saying those words sent a wave of acceleration through your body. You hadn’t known what the edge was until you were on the brink of coming, and there was no stopping it. His cock plunged in and out, pushing deep inside you, practically rocketing your orgasm to the surface with each thrust. His fingers moved at such an intense pace you didn’t even know was physically possible.

As your eyes fluttered shut, your mouth fell open and every frantic breath, moan, and cry was able to escape. Finnick had the same problem. Fuck, he sounded so sexy, it only spurred you on.

Then it hit you all at once. “Fu—"

Every inch of your body tensed. You were sent into a space where white noise filled your hearing and bliss was all you knew. No pain. No sadness. Just ecstasy. Electric sparks jolted up and down your body, rising to your head, and causing you to see stars behind your closed eyes. Your moans were uncontrollable and desperate, voicing Finnick’s name over and over.

His thrusts were frenzied and sloppy, prolonging your orgasm as long as he could. He had lifted your lower back into an arch, enhancing the sensation coursing through your body. Your walls were clenching and pulsing around him, so much that he was abruptly thrown into his own high. His hips stuttered and eventually, his cock filled you as deep as he could, spurting out warm strings of white that coated your inner walls.

He collapsed on top of you, face buried in the crook of your neck. Your fingers wound into his hair, clinging to him as the aftershocks of your orgasm ravaged your body. Legs trembling and mouth panting, you lay there allowing yourself to regain your breath and ability to move.

After pressing a lazy kiss to your neck, Finnick slid off you, falling onto the bed beside you. Hopefully the towel was enough to save the silk sheets.

Now that you were resting, exhaustion had the chance to cloud your mind. You weren’t sure what the customs were after sex—whether you made conversation or simply went to sleep. The latter sounded pretty good though. A warm hand slipped beneath your back, turning your body sideways and pulling you so you were half strewn across Finnick’s chest and legs. You made no effort to resist.

Eyes closed, you listened to the heart beating inside his ribs. Thrumming intensely though starting to return to a normal rate.

“Are you okay?” he asked with a murmur, sounding utterly drained.

His thumb drew gentle patterns on the skin of your waist.

You nodded against his chest, remaining silent. After a little while you finally decided to speak. “I’m glad it was you.” And then after a few more moments of silence, you added, “I wish it was just you.”

You felt him press his lips to the top of your head. A long and emotional kiss. The whole reasoning behind losing your virginity returned to mind. It felt heavy, weighing down the atmosphere in the room. No matter how hard you tried to deny it, what was coming was inevitable. You wouldn’t get to stay with Finnick in this bed. You wouldn’t get to belong to him, or he you. You both belonged to the Capitol. To Snow. No matter how much you wished to belong to each other.

He whispered, “Me too.”

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