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RP PARTNER

Hi guys, since it’s quarantine and we all a bit bored I’m searching for a rp partner to do rp in a MxM situation

Feel free to dm if you are:

-interested to do rp of course

-a girl

-18+

-speaks English or French

Get to know me:

- I am a girl

- 19 yo

- I speak English, French and a liiittle bit of spanish

- Bisexual

- I am cute and sweet but also freaky and horny

My way of rping:

- Quick replies (not long ass paragraphs)

- 1st and/or 3rd person also actions between *….*

-I’m really apen minded when it comes to ideas and plots I’m just not a big fan of scifi and supernatural stuff

Anyway hope you’re having a great day and staying safe at home ! And if you’re interested hit me up 😉

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Originally posted by wooyuong

genre; smut, some fluff

pairing; song mingi x female reader

✎ summary; what’s better than your boyfriend bringing you lunch at work? your boyfriend eating you out at work.

warnings; oral sex (f receiving), swearing, cum eating

word count; 1,630

author’s note; THIS IS A REPOST FROM OLD BLOG

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Stacks of paper and documents are waiting to be signed, meetings are waiting to be attended, phone calls waiting to be made — these few days have been stressful and you’re pretty sure all of your hair will be gone soon because of the number of times you’ve been tugging at it. You stare helplessly at the mess on your desk, desperately wanting to go to your boyfriend’s place and stay in bed with him… Maybe eat some take-out as well.

If you had known how hard it would be to take over the CEO position after your father, you most likely wouldn’t have. But your parents didn’t raise a quitter, so you give yourself a few slaps on the cheeks before sitting up in your chair and grabbing the first batch of documents. You let out a deep sigh as you pick up the pen. Your phone rings with a notification. You glance at it, reading the reminder of the phone call meeting you’ll have in less than an hour.

Your head drops to your hands in your hands, your eyes closing momentarily. Just as you’re about to sigh for the hundredth time, you’re startled by the door opening. Your head shoots up, eyes wide in surprise. What, or who, meets your eyes is none other than your bright red-headed boyfriend with a brown paper bag in his hand. You fall back in your chair as he grins widely at you, his eyes almost disappearing. You feel your heart swell at the sight.

“Hey baby,” his deep voice fills your office and your whole body warms at the sound. He closes the door behind him before moving closer, handing you the paper bag and pressing a quick kiss to your cheek. You open it, peeping inside and taking a sniff. Your fave take-out food is inside and your day really just got a bit better.

“Fuck,” you moan at the smell, “I love you, do you know that?”

Mingi chuckles, leaning against the desk and crossing his arms across his chest. “Who? Me or the food?”

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The Fic Challenge

So i wanted to use these lists i created to help some uninspired writers or people who are just a little bored 🥺.

I made a list of 70 titles and a list of 70 male idols and basically you randomly pick a number and then go from there. if you get someone you aren’t comfortable with or don’t like just try again.

Where you take it is totally up to you and the au is also up to you… i just wanna help get creative juices flowing… and i’m participating too :)

Titles

  1. A Piece of Panic
  2. Astrophile
  3. The Poison Garden
  4. Unforgettable County
  5. Nursery Problems
  6. Honest Rites
  7. Noctiphany
  8. Tower of Friends
  9. The King’s Evidence
  10. Stelliferous
  11. The Cold Seekers
  12. Desert Gallant
  13. Plain Work
  14. The Ludic Girl
  15. Season of Stardust
  16. Night and Bone
  17. The Monster of the Clock
  18. Dishonour and Fury
  19. The Fire’s Girl
  20. The Claw of the House
  21. Nefarious
  22. Song in the Dawn
  23. Third from the Mountain
  24. Dance for the Conqueror
  25. The Silent Moons
  26. Yugen
  27. The Tiger in the Villa
  28. Nebulochaotic
  29. The Cape Files
  30. Seventh Shard
  31. Lollygag
  32. Forgiving Friends
  33. The Missing Sun
  34. Electric Love
  35. Tarantism
  36. Peaches and Cream
  37. Three’s a Crowd
  38. Hands Held Tight
  39. All to You
  40. Make Up
  41. Mutual Butterflies
  42. F**k the World
  43. Suede
  44. Can you pull up?
  45. Step In
  46. Up for Ransom
  47. Slick Talk
  48. Forbidden Fruit
  49. Don’t Know You
  50. Not Sorry
  51. Lavender Candle
  52. Cave Me In
  53. Doves in the Wind
  54. Baby Doll
  55. Shackle the Past
  56. Back Again
  57. Elysian
  58. Opia
  59. Heartless Winter
  60. Desire of The Soul
  61. Silent Moments
  62. The Search For Paradise
  63. Something in the Mist
  64. Pieces of Time
  65. Road to Nowhere
  66. Dying Embers
  67. Damaged Goods
  68. Sin and Sensuous
  69. Rules and Roses
  70. Sugar and Spice

Idols

  1. Namjoon (bts)
  2. Jaebum (got7)
  3. Bang Chan (skz)
  4. S. Coups/Seungcheol (svt)
  5. Hongjoong (ateez)
  6. Taeyong (nct 127)
  7. Youngbin (sf9)
  8. Woosung/Sammy (the rose)
  9. Shownu (monsta x)
  10. Jin (bts)
  11. Yoongi (bts
  12. Woozi (svt)
  13. Dino/Chan (svt)
  14. Jeonghan (svt)
  15. Dojoon (the rose)
  16. Jackson (got7)
  17. Jinyoung (got7)
  18. Felix (skz)
  19. Hyunjin (skz)
  20. Wooyoung (ateez)
  21. San (ateez)
  22. Rowoon (SF9)
  23. Inseong (SF9)
  24. Wonho (monsta x)
  25. I.M/Changkyun (monsta x)
  26. Johnny (NCT 127)
  27. Haechan (NCT 127)
  28. Taehyung (bts)
  29. Jungkook (bts)
  30. Mingyu (svt)
  31. Minghao/The8 (svt)
  32. Vernon(svt)
  33. Hajoon (the rose)
  34. BamBam (got7)
  35. Youngjae (got7)
  36. Seungmin (skz)
  37. Changbin (skz)
  38. Yeosang (ateez)
  39. Seonghwa (ateez)
  40. Jaeyoon (SF9)
  41. Chani/Chanhee (SF9)
  42. Kihyun (monsta x)
  43. Minhyuk (monsta x)
  44. Jaehyun (NCT127)
  45. Mark (NCT 127)
  46. J-Hope/hobi (bts)
  47. Jimin (bts)
  48. Hoshi/Soonyoung (svt)
  49. Joshua (svt)
  50. Boo Seungkwan (svt)
  51. Jaehyeong
  52. Mark (got7)
  53. Yugyeom (got)
  54. Han/Jisung/Peter (skz)
  55. Lee Know (skz)
  56. Mingi (ateez)
  57. Yunho (ateez)
  58. Dawson (SF9)
  59. Zuho/Juho (SF9)
  60. Jooheon (monsta x)
  61. Hyungwon (monsta x)
  62. Yuta (NCT 127)
  63. Taeil (NCT 127)
  64. Wonwoo (svt)
  65. DK/Dokyeom (svt)
  66. Taeyang (SF9)
  67. Hwiyoung (SF9)
  68. Jungwoo (NCT 127)
  69. WINWIN/ Sicheng (NCT 127)
  70. Dyoung (NCT 127)

repost to spread the word 🥺

-kyoto 💞

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anything w more regina n brianna having web cam sessions

“You like this a lot, don’t you? So do our viewers, it seems.”

The raspy chuckle Brianna let out made Regina shiver, and she moaned in response, pushing back on the thick dildo.

The coins immediately started rolling in: they loved it when Brianna talked a little dirty.

“She’s such a slut, isn’t she?” Brianna growled, snapping her hips forward until they were flush against Regina’s butt.

“She likes getting fucked hard.”

“I do!” Regina moaned obscenely, and her needy voice caused their viewers to go buckwild, paying even more.

She started fucking back on Brianna’s strap, tossing her head back with a loud whine, explosing the long column of her neck.

Brianna used this oppurtinity to bite her- another thing people seemed to be really into-, and Regina keened high in her throat.

Brianna’s hands sneaked forward to pinch Regina’s nipples, adding more pleasure to the mix as she kept fucking into her girlfriend.

“What do you think?” Brianna breathed, rolling her hips into Regina.

“Should I make her come on my strap?”

Excited comments started flooding in, and Brianna chuckled, gripping onto Regina’s hips harder.

She angled her hips to fuck directly into Regina’s sweet spot, making her pant and thrust her hips back, squeezing around the dildo greedily.

More comments and coins started rolling in as Regina kept whining, her breasts jiggling in front of the camera as Brianna fucked her at a quick pace.

Brianna started toying with her clit along with with fucking into her G-spot, and Regina finally came with a loud, pornographic moan.

“Yeah, that was good, wasn’t it?” Brianna laughed, giving Regina’s ass a slap as she pulled out.

They waited until the last of the money rolled in, then they said goodbye to their viewers, turning off the cam and removing their masks.

“It really was good.” Regina teased, pulling Brianna into a much softer kiss that was only reserved for the two of them.

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Still - Geralt x Reader Smut Drabble

A/N: Told you it’d be more porns. Just a lewd lil’ thing for funsies. Warnings: mxf, public, cockwarming, lil bit kinky.

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Originally posted by thewitchersdaily

“You’re doing the thing.” Geralt accused.

You looked up from the potato-skin you were carefully tearing into confetti, blinking. “What thing?”

“Fidgeting.” He rasped, not shifting his feline gaze from the map he was studying, “It’s distracting.”

You scoffed. “Well, I’m bored.”

“Find something to do.”

“I was doing something.” You picked up the potato skin and let it drop wetly atop the table.

It was just you and Geralt in the inn; the sun sat at the middle of the afternoon, and business was slow. Even the barkeep was in the kitchen, preparing for dinner, or perhaps napping. You could have been doing the same; taking a long bath, or resting. But you were too pent-up, too…

Fidgety.

Geralt’s low growl of irritation was a warning as you divided the pile into two neat sections. “Do I have to sit you in my lap, little fox?”

“Oh, what a horrible thing to endureeep!” Your sarcasm pinched into a squeak as he turned, gripped you by the waist as if you were a misbehaving ferret, and lifted you into his lap. His strong arms bracketed you as he returned to the map.

Curiously, you regarded the parchment, and pointed at a pin. “What’s there?”

“Shh.” He chastised, and you rolled your eyes. Gods, but he was grumpy. You shifted slightly to get comfortable in his large lap, and felt his cock throb once in interest behind you as you did so.

Suddenly, you had a better idea than potato skin dessication.

At first, your movements were natural; when he sighed or moved his leg, you used the opportunity to wriggle, too. With purpose, you ground against his awakening dick - but it didn’t take long for him to figure out your new game.

“You’re being a brat.” He snapped, but he was erect beneath the cloth of his breeches. Shifting from side to side as though adjusting your weight, you rubbed him between the cheeks of your bum, and felt his thighs tense beneath you.

“What?” You were awful at playing innocent, “How so? I’m just sitting here.”

“I’ll give you what you want, little fox.” He whispered at the shell of your ear; you felt him unlace his breeches, thrilled, and raised yourself slightly so he could pull up your skirts. “But you’ve backed yourself into a corner, I’m afraid.” His voice was a dagger wrapped in velvet, all kinds of luxurious danger.

“What do you mea–oh!” You squealed as he sat you back down, mercilessly sheathing himself within your wet cunt in a single thrust. The stretch of him hurt in the most wonderful way, and he clasped a hand over your mouth to muffle your moan.

“Because there’s a group of customers coming in.” He taunted, and you froze up. “Now you’ll really have to sit still, so they don’t see that you’re taking my cock in public like the slut that you are.”

His words brought a rush of heat to your face, as well as a flood of arousal. Seconds later, the bell above the door sung cheerfully as a group of customers came in. Judging by the dirt on their skin, they were miners, and there were more than a dozen of them.

Damn him and his incredible hearing.

“Not so fidgety are you now, hm?” Geralt noted, bucking his hips up once to prove his dominion; you gripped the table as the sensation sent a ripple of pleasure through your body. You bit your lower lip so you’d not make a sound.

The rowdy crowd were ordering drinks from the tender who appeared from the kitchen, not paying you or Geralt much mind aside from a nod of acknowledgement. Your return smile was wobbly, but Geralt was gazing at the map.

Despite the fact that you could feel him throbbing inside of you.

Damn his facade of control. You weren’t going to let him win.

Planting your tiptoes on the ground, you began the slowest, smallest rock in his lap, barely noticeable to anyone looking. But his breath hitched, and his grip tightened on the pencil he was holding. You began to squeeze your walls in a purposeful rhythm, a clenching flutter that cuddled his cock. You felt him thicken, heard the low moan he let loose when the men laughed about something.

“I think by the river would be a nicer route.” You suggested, breathily, as you wriggled in his lap under the guise of shifting your weight.

The pencil snapped in his hand. He blinked at it, and you smirked. You never relented, tightening and relaxing, massaging his cock. For a moment, he forgot himself and pulled you closer, nuzzling into the back of your neck, letting your hair soak his sharp exhale.

“I should bend you over the table,” He threatened, arousal painting his baritone, “Fuck you right here, cock-hungry pet.” He hissed when you rocked again. “Fuck. Show these men, nfh, who you belong to.”

You arched the small of your back, your silky walls stroking in a fluttering tease. “Do it.” You demanded, “Right here. Fuck me.”

The whoreish husk of your tone, and the acceptance of his challenge, took him completely by surprise. His huge hands held you down, firm, as close as possible as he lost all control. You felt his cock pulse deeply within you, spilling hot gushes of his cum as he climaxed, every muscle in his body drawn tight with the effort it was taking him to stay silent. He was saved when the men cheered over a tale told, and you thrilled as he pressed his mouth into your shoulder and made a noise so low and sinful that you squeezed again accidentally, almost following him into orgasm.

The rush of the lewd, public fuckery had both of you trembling, and it took him a long time to release your hips. He was still hard when you raised yourself from his lap so he could tuck his cock away with the shield of your skirts, and you licked your lips as you felt his cum drool down your thighs. Carefully, you stood.

“I feel I need a bath.” You announced, coquettish with your smile, “Would you care to join?”

“I’m going to get you so fucking dirty that no bath in the world will wash the sins away, little fox.” He promised lowly, and you giggled.

He snatched up the map, and tugged you up the stairs, urgent. The miners blinked at the speed of your departure, but soon returned to their drink and rowdy banter.

A good thing it was, too, for their noise disguised the frantic thumping of a headboard hitting a wall upstairs.

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AdultVillain!Deku (24) x Prohero!Reader

Note: I wrote this as a …well not a direct request persay but it was a conversation in the BNHA server I’m in and this was an idea that I ended up coming up with. Some people wanted to see it so HERE IT IS! ALSO PLEASE READ THE TAGS!

Rating: NSFT (THIS IS SMUT)

Tags: Noncon, Corruption, Exhibitionism, Bondage, Orgasm Denial

Summary: Deku has long since fallen to the Villain life after making it as a prohero. And now he wants to make you, a prohero, fall. What better way than to break you on camera, showing your comrades how you fell to his level and begged for him?

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80s!paul actually being the biggest sub. the moment you have his tie in your hand he’s kneeling, whining for a chance to go down on you because he’s such a good boy, wanting to please you no matter what his predicament is. even if it ends up with his hands tied, cock trapped in his jeans because he’s really been a shit all day, and you sitting on his face without giving him a chance to breathe. he likes it like that.

The thrill you get from seeing Paul’s wrists bound to the bedpost, shirt half unbuttoned, jeans looking like they’re about ready to burst is a trip.

Oh, and you can’t forget the tie that’s been stuffed into his mouth as a makeshift gag. He’s all man; pushing forty and looking unfairly delicious with his salt and pepper hair and the way his arm veins flex with every squirm and jump. He could probably tear out of the restraints and have you over his lap in seconds, giving you the spanking of your life for daring to tie him up and be a bratty, little tease.

But this is so much more fun because he knows he’s been bad and you especially deserve your way when he’s the one who’s mucked up.

You sauntered to the bed and kneeled beside him, watching for a moment as his hips tilted up, clearly suffering from the unforgiving friction of the denim against his briefs.

“Is your cock fat ‘n hard? Bet it’s in your jeans making a mess because you can’t wait to be in my pussy. Right? You’re always gettin’ hard for me, Sir,” you hummed, stretching out beside him and propping your head up on your hand.

Paul gasped through the gag, nodding frantically.

You knitted your eyebrows in thought, pursing your lips.

“But you were a meanie to me. Hurt my feelings. So I think you should give me lots of presents to show you’re sorry. Don’t you think so?”

Paul hesitated and you tutted, straddling his chest. His breathing made you rise and fall with him and you brushed his sweaty locks to the side, lightly tracing down his cheek and along his jaw.

It was clear he still needed to get used to having you in charge. You didn’t mind warming him up though.

“You know, I always give you presents when I’ve been bad, Sir. And if you wanna fuck my pussy, you’ve gotta be good first. I’m your good girl. But you have to be too.”

You removed the gag so Paul could speak. His eyes were hooded and pleading, mouth open like he was gasping for water.

“So I think a reasonable present is for you to eat me out as many times as I want. ‘Cuz you haven’t done that in a while. And I like when you do that. Especially when you’ve got stubble,” you purred, rubbing your cheek against his face to feel the sting of his five o’ clock shadow.

“You can do that, right?” you asked, voice deceptively innocent, though you weren’t fooling anyone.

“Yes, yes, Baby, I can do it. Do anything for my Princess.” Paul’s voice was ragged with lust.

“Good, I’m glad. Let’s start with two and go from there. You’ve got such a talented mouth, Sir.”

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Jongho’s crush on you getting exposed

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Requested? Yes!

So this is my first time doing something like this umm I hope it’s okay! I just wanted to try something new and it was really fun so leave a request and I’ll probably get it done quickly<3 (yes ik my requests are closed but they’re open only for fake texts!)

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i love doyoung's voice a lot i hate to admit this but i always think about how soft and pretty it would sound while fucking even while he was spewing dirty talk...I'm Sorry

oooHHHHmy god…….don’t be sorry this is a stellar concept 

i feel like he has a very subtle yet evident dominance?? definitely easily affected by everything his partner does, but becomes demanding as a result rather than needy and that translates into him coming off as dominant without him actively trying to take on that role. especially dominant in the way he speaks to them. resorts to telling them what to do and commenting on how good they’re being or how dirty they look to distract them from the fact that he’s become a bit breathy and desperate himself. always things like, “look at you. you’re such a mess right now. you like it that way, don’t you? i didn’t know my pretty baby liked being this dirty.” probably keeps a hand loosely around their neck so he can tighten his grip when he says something they don’t respond to and ends up gagging them with his pretty fingers when they’re being too loud.

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Originally posted by takazugi

On slow days like these where assignments were not yet assigned, Shalnark found an effortless way to make use of his time to save himself from unbearable boredom. Surprisingly, looking up valuable and sensitive information of strangers turned out to be more entertaining than he thought. Shalnark could scroll through endless facts without noticing how swiftly the minutes turned into hours. 

Who knew the mayor of Yorknew City had accumulated an obsessive amount of photos hidden in his secret folder on his work computer dedicated to indulge his foot fetish. A plethora of renowned figure he vaguely recognises seemed to have the same tastes, it was also no surprise that these people had paid for sex more than once according to their transaction history. There were a myriad of amusing information he could use to keep himself busy, it was like reading an open book to someone’s inmost secrets, history and relations. 

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BLOODY BENEFACTOR | SIX

Recap: Misunderstandings and confessions draw you and Billy closer together. 

Synopsis: You both act on your bold yet truthful confession and things get STEAMY. 

A/N: I just finished writing this today so I apologize in advance for any mistakes! This part was longer than I intended it to be. Originally it was going to be just smut but I couldn’t resist. Also this is my second time writing anything steamy so…..hopefully you guys enjoy! 

Warning: SMUT

Word Count: 4K….and some change.

ENJOY <3

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The confession tumbled off your lips in vow. Billy wouldn’t admit it but his heart sped up as you revealed what he already knew. Saying it just confirmed this was something he wanted to fight for. He pulled you against him and kissed you hard as if sealing the promise made to him. The words set a fire neither of you could extinguish. It was undeniable. It was loud. It was real. The air got thick and heavy as he sucked your bottom lip, hands squeezing at your hips. You were so entranced by his teeth and tongue, you didn’t notice Billy pick you up and set you on the piano. He was standing in between your legs kissing you breathless. A part of you wondered if this was what freedom tasted like. It was beautiful and liberating and it was everything you wanted. 

Billy pulled away from you only to nip at your neck, pulling moans from your lips as he left his claim trailing from your neck to your navel. Your hand rested on his head as he nibbled at your ample breasts. His hand slid in your sweatpants, his fingers gently moving over your panties. His touch got harder as he started to rub you through your panties. 

“Billy,” you whined breathlessly. You wanted his fingers inside you, you wanted his tongue on you. 

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How I Look On You ➛ T.H.

PART 1

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summary — a friendly day of teasing leaves Tom a frustrated, hot boiling mess.

part 1 warnings — oral (f), mentions of masturbation (m + f), language, VERY MILD degradation, light angst.

pairing — fuckboy!tom x fem!reader

word count — 3,468 bottles of beer on the wall

LET ME KNOW IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO BE ADDED TO THE NEXT PART!

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A/N; I’m a secret whore for Peeta Mellark, y’all.

Plot; Porn, angst, smut and fluff with Peeta. Don’t steal my husband!

Warnings; smut, fluff, swearing and angst.

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Originally posted by photografya


The floor of the cave is cold. Of course it fucking is. we’re in a cave. 

Peeta seems to be getting better, but you can never tell. The cold and the hunger finds and strips him bare. He’s so vulnerable. You’ve never felt more needed, more important than at this moment, with Peeta.

He coughs, and you shift over to him, checking his forehead. He slumps against the wall of the cave, hidden inside the sleeping bag, with your jacket thrown over the top of him for warmth. He shudders, “It’s cold. You … wanna come in? Here, with me, I mean.” You sigh, and a swift shard of cold wind hits you in the back. 

He’s right. It is cold, but … do you really want to go there? Do you want to snuggle beneath the covers with him, lay in his arms, with his chest pressed to yours? Yeah, of course. You won’t let him see the truth; how much you ache for him, how long you’ve loved him until it began to hurt. 

You shake your head, “No. Go to sleep. If I find some good wood I’ll build us a fire, okay?” Peeta grumbles to himself and shifts down in the sleeping bag, and it doesn’t take long until he falls asleep. You remain on the other side of the cave, shivering, wondering how foolish you were to say no.

You sleep alone, and frigid from the cold, you wake, exasperated by nearly everything. You leave early at dawn to go hunting and come back with a wild turkey, two squirrels and half a satchel of roots and strange, turnip like veg. Peeta remains asleep and the day passes by in a blur. When he wakes, you feed him the cooked squirrels and mush up the roots and turnip-veg. He eats, obediently, and falls back asleep.

Loving him is hard. You could slit his throat, he’s so weak he wouldn’t do anything. But you shudder at the thought and stroke a damp strand of air from his face. “Is it a sin to love someone so much?” You’re heart stops when he breathes out a soft, “No.” 

You step backwards and don’t come back into the cave until nightfall, when a strange animal howls to the moon.

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Peeta sleeps for 2 days and disappears out of the blue, after eating half the turkey and the rest of the veg. You wake up, startled and afraid. Someone hurt him. You didn’t want to think about the prospect of Peeta betraying you, it would hurt too much.

You go out to find him and look for the rest of the day, but without the glasses to see in the black, you are blind in a forest, open to the others. You have no choice to go back to the cave, but when you do … he’s there, waiting.

Waiting with his arms folded over, his leg healed and a backpack over his shoulder. You could cry from relief. A part of you wants to run to him, hold him and hug him. The other wants to slap him across the face, hard. 

Peeta stares at you for a long moment. “You left. Don’t do that again.” and he drops the backpack on the ground. You suck in a breath, “Your leg, Your walking. Is it … healed?” Peeta nods but shrugs afterwards. “I can walk. I got some medicine from a sponsor, a rich one. It helps.” 

You dither and hop from one foot to another. The silence passes but its awkward, so awkward. Peeta sits down on the cave floor, “I made a fire.” and then you feel the warm heat wash over you. You could kiss him right now, truly. You think the watchers might enjoy the show but … No. I won’t.

“Sit down.” It’s strange, hearing him use his voice so sternly. He never spoke to you like this, as if he was giving you an order you were obligated to follow. You sniff, “What If I don’t want to?”

Peeta glares at you with those pretty eyes of his, “Stop being stupid.” He grabs your arm and hauls you down, onto the ground, beside him. Fire catches on your arm and dances up, through your spine, through your stomach, unleashing butterflies. Peeta skewers a rabbit, “I went hunting. I caught three of them. Pretty good, huh?” He places it over the fire and you slap him.

“I fucking hate you.” I don’t but I do. I was so scared but … Peeta gazes at you like a kicked dog. His lower lip puffs out, “Why? Is it the rabbit?” Emotions overflow and … “No, you idiot. You left. I thought … what if someone killed you? Hurt you? You were like a fucking … cripple last night, Peeta!” Tears overflow and its so easy to cry, but so difficult to cry and not feel ugly.

You feel ugly, skinny and bloated and tears made your cheeks go rash-red. You raise your hand again, “How dare you. Leave me, when I thought … I really fucking cared, Peeta.” and he catches it. He’s so strong. You like that about him. 

Peeta is soft with you. ”Hey, its alright. Y/N, come here. Yeah, come on.” He pulls you closer, so he can put his arm around you. You never realised how deeply you craved human touch until now. You latch onto him and cry. Got everyone watching us, but maybe they won’t see us. You wish there was more discretion, but know this moment will rack up some serious fans. 

Peeta has his hand at the small of your back, “I wont do it again. I promise. Here, look at me. Yeh. Lets dry those tears, Huh?” Keep it a secret, don’t let the scandal out. Looking at him is like seeing the heavens align. Peeta touches your cheek, “Have I ever told you how pretty you are?”

You fucking liar. You move away from him, peel his hand away from your back. Do it, do it, do it! “Give me a reason to believe you.” Peeta raises an eyebrow and takes this as a challenge. He drags you across by the foot, “Get over here.” and pulls both boots off. Take this pleasure. Take away my pain. Please, Peeta. Your so close. He reaches out to touch and you stop him. You raise your hands, “I want to. I do. Peeta … What if they see?”

“Who cares.” He pulls you down closer, kisses your bare feet. He strips you bare of the leggings. Try it. Do it. If you want to keep me, love me. Love me, and do it, do it, do it. Peeta chuckles, “Can you … take off your top. okay?” You nod eagerly. I’ve waited for this moment so long and … the fantasy you had built up in your head was not in a cave.

Peeta nibbles on his lower lip; a habit of nervousness. “Do you actually want this or is it because I’m the only guy here?” He makes you laugh, but not a cruel one. You laugh and sit up slightly, grab his chin and look at him with the wide eyes of a Bengal tiger. 

Fuck me eyes, some would say. Yep, that’s what you played. The classic ‘fuck me’ eyes. And he lapped them up. 

He’s fast, but not rushed. He’s skilled with his hands, because he pulls off your clothing so fast it seems all a blur of grey and black and dingy white. You can’t help but wonder if he’s practiced this with so many times. Does it matter, really? Your not a virgin, and neither is he. 

Peeta’s a sweet lover, gentle and timid. But he’s good at what he does. He lays you down ontop of the sleeping back and presses down on your stomach with the flat of his palm. Goosebumps prickle your skin and, “Hey. Peeta, I haven’t-” 

“Shh.” He kisses your stomach that you might think too round, the legs with ‘too many’ stretchmarks. He pushes open your thighs and sets them on his shoulder. Peeta looks up at you for acceptance and you whisper, “Yes. Yes.” A thousand times, yes.

Peeta kisses the inner thighs you think might be too big. He licks a long stripe up to your mound, and nuzzles into it like a dog with a bone. “Grrrrrrrr.” He jokes, playful. You reach down to stroke his tawny hair and he grins at you, his head locked in place. “Is this good?” He rubs his thumb across the opening, seeing if your wet. Still quite dry, but he intends to change that. He licks his lips, “You won’t kick me away? Y/N.” He takes your hand and kisses it.

He moves your panties out of the way, lifts your legs over his shoulders as you watch the muscles in his back flex. All those days hauling flour had been worth it. You murmur sweet notions when he licks a quick, neat strip along your pussy, and sucks gently on your clit. He takes his finger, licks it so he won’t hurt you, and presses on your entrance. It disappears inside your cunt, and he rubs the inside of your walls, stretching to see if you can take it.

You take it and beg for another. Peeta grins and takes his finger out, replacing it with two. He doesn’t want you filled, just wants you needy. You murmur, “Peeta. Stop teasing.” Peeta Mellark’s warm breath tickles you, and you giggle. “Ticklish?” He asks, and you hum slowly. His lips inch closer, “Y/N. Y/N.” and he blows lightly on your cunt. You shuffle hesitantly but he grips your thighs and hauls you back. “Look how wet you are now! Huh. Didn’t know that. I’ll keep it in mind for the next time.” 

He’s talking to himself. The thought makes you grin. Peeta’s tongue swiped between your folds, lingering on your swollen clit. You gasp, “Yes. Do it. Please, Peeta.” and he sucks on your clit gently. His fingers slide in and out of you with ease and then he adds a third, caressing your cunt, his fingers curling to touch your g-spot. He sends shivers down your spine. “Are you okay? I can stop if you want?”

“No. Don’t stop, Please. Don’t stop. Peeta!” You shake from how good it feels, how good he feels. Peeta drops his voice until it becomes low, “Good. you look real pretty. My fingers shoved deep in your cunt, hands on your perfect tits. Come one, Y/N. You can do better than that!” 

Peeta shoves his two fingers deeper, then pulled them out, only to push back in right down to the knuckle. You nearly shriek and cover your hands with your mouth His tongue flicks repeatedly over your clit, urging you into a steady climax. Yo moan quietly, his thumb and forefinger toying with your nipple, his other fingers shoved deep inside, his mouth latched onto your dripping pussy.

“Peeta!” Whining urges him over. You try to close your legs but he holds them open. “Come on, Y/N. Cum on my fingers like a  good little girl. Your a good girl, aren’t you? Yeah, you are.” He curls his fingers and then … the sweet spot. You stifle your screams in your hands, biting down, shaking, but he holds you down, kisses your mound until you die down from the high.

He lies beside you until you recover, and then you kiss him. You taste mint and you, a faint satly and slightly sweet taste. You blush red and wipe your mouth but he turns to you, kisses you again. He bites down softly on your lower lip, “You ready? We don’t have to-”

“Come on, lover boy.” 

“Whatever you say, Y/N.” He grins so wide it near splits his mouth in half. You tug down his trousers and marvel. Fuck, oh fuck. It won’t fit, I-

“We don’t have to. I’m not pressuring you or anything, okay?” 

Determination sets in, and mostly lust, but still! Determination!

You interlaced your fingers with his, pulled them up so you can kiss his finger tops.  One hand guides him to your breast, the other loops around his neck and holds on tight. You raise your leg and loop it around his hip, latching on. Hot kisses pressed into your neck, shoulders as his strong hand massages your breast, and you grind slowly onto his length

Peeta pressed his lips against yours and sighs, melting like butter. He kissed you and remembered how long he’d dreamt of this moment.

You tug on Peeta’s hair and whine. His lips never leave yours as his hands wander, and yours too. You touch the curve of his chest, the strong muscles in his back. You move down to his hops and then … touch him in that place that seemed to stiff and scary. “Please.” He begs and he rolls down on top of you, but stops just before he crushes you under his weight. You wrap a leg around him, “What?” you ask, innocently.

Peeta grunts quietly and massages your breast. You squirm as he pushes your legs apart, again. He places his mouth on your breast, to suck at your rosy nipple. You murmur and moan in appreciation. Peeta drags his fingers down, again, at the juncture of your thighs. You press kisses on his forehead, his jaw and his mouth.

As quickly as his fingers left you, he was shifting between your legs and dragging himself up your centre. You locked eyes with him and he holds you down by the hips. “If I hurt you I’m real sorry, Y/N.” It stings a bit, this little stretch but …He filled you so completely it was like nothing else. You were so tight, drenched for him he can’t even describe how good it feels.

Peeta moans into your ear, and grabs your ass, lifting it to change his ankle. Soft and slow and despairingly sweet, he moves into you, fingers and nails digging into the flesh of your thigh. He drifts his hand over your stomach, “Your gorgeous.” He kisses your shoulder and your neck, the hollow of your throat. He kisses every inch of skin he can and slowly, but surely, a wave of bliss hits you, right before he comes undone, spilling his seed inside you.

Afterwards, he rolls to the side of you, and lies there. “Was I good?” He asks, meekly. Peeta holds you hand and kisses it. You turn and kiss his nose, eyes filled with ardour. “Is it a sin to love someone this much?”

Peeta grins and touches your cheek, wrapping a strand of your hair around his thumb and forefinger “I would hope not, Y/N. If it was as sin, I’d be in hell by now.”

You lay in each others arms, “I don’t wanna be in love, Peeta.” Peeta smiles at you, sadly and stays silent. “But I will. Because I love you.” The sun seems dull compared to the happiness he contains. He kisses you again and then, his hand drifts lower.

“Again?”

“Why not? Lets give them another show, right Y/N?”

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