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hi lovely!! congrats on 7k! <3 may i request a roulette, number 27 from the acts of service list? for peter parker ofc, i’m obsessed with the way you write him! 🫶🏽

thank you!! & thanks so much for playing <333

Peter Parker x gn!reader who helps him bathe [640 words]

CW: ²⁷⁾ helping them bathe, no gender markers used from reader, brief mention of injury/blood but not descriptive, anxiety re: injuries and safety, Peter's belief in himself is astounding, fluff

“Knock it off, Parker.” You murmur softly, avoiding eye contact as you squeeze a waterlogged sponge over Peter’s shoulder, watching the clear liquid take on a pink hue as it streams in macabre rivulets down his arm and into the tub. You pretend that the sight doesn’t leave your heart constricting painfully in your chest. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He replies, smug. 

“You’re staring.”

“I’m admiring.” He corrects you. 

“You’re distracting.” You counter.

“I’m fine.” 

Your next exhale is shaky as you let the sponge fall into the tub with a dejected splash. 

“Babe,” he chides with put-upon cheer, “look at me.”

“No.”

“Look at me.” 

“Pete…”

“Hey,” he murmurs – raising his sore arm to softly pinch your chin between two gentle fingers as he forces you to look at him – ever present smile both soft and smarmy, “I’m just fine. Right? I always am.”

“But what if you’re not, Pete?” You whisper as though afraid that voicing the concern might threaten to make it true; his eyes are too earnest, causing your gaze to fall to his mottled chest instead which feels too painful to look at, seeing your eyes fall shut completely. 

A sound you can’t bother to decipher escapes Peter’s lips as he shifts in the bath; water sloshing as he inches as close to you as he possibly can even though the two of you are separated by the porcelain edge of the tub. 

“You think I’m not always gonna come home to you?”

“You come home beaten and bruised-”

“I never lose, lovely.” He argues softly.

“But what if you do?”

“There is nothing out there – nothing – that would ever stop me from coming home to you, Y/N.” He insists; you have half a mind of being angry at the selfishness in him making promises that there is no guarantee he can keep, if only he didn’t sound so earnest in his proclamation. “Nothing.”

“Pete…”

“You’re stuck with me, babe.” He murmurs, the curve of his mouth looking to be fighting for its life in order to stop from full on beaming at you – the ghost of a smile dancing across his lips – as he tilts his head in an attempt to meet your eyes. “No one and nothing’s gonna keep me away from you.”

You let out a half-assed snort of laughter. “Your confidence in yourself is unbelievable.”

“Well your confidence in me is severely lacking; sue me for trying to counter that.”

“I will, you’ll be hearing from my lawyer.” You murmur, still staring resolutely at the water instead of his perfect infuriating brown eyes.

“Oh?” He laughs, grabbing each of your wrists with one strong hand. “Is that right?”

You hum in agreement, chancing a peak up to his eyes to see them alight with excitement and love. He obviously feels alright enough to tease you, maybe you should believe him.

But any leeway he’s made with you goes straight to shit when he braces one hand at the base of your neck, the other worming around your waist before he yanks you into the tub – fully clothed – sloshing water all over the bathroom floor. 

“Peter!” 

“Stop being mad at me!” He laughs as you sputter. 

“Well now I’m pissed! Look what you’ve done to the floor!”

“I’ll clean it up!”

“And my clothes!” 

“I’ll wash those too!” 

“You-” you sigh, relenting to your new reality of soaked clothes and a shared bath with Peter “-are unbelievable.” 

“You love me.” He all but giggles into the crook of your neck, holding you tight to his chest as more of the water exits the tub. 

“And you are so lucky that I do.” You laugh in turn, knowing full well that loving Peter Parker has been one of the easiest things you’ve ever gotten to do.

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Joel Miller in every TLOU episode: 1x04 → Please Hold to My Hand

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David Corenswet as Superman on the set of SUPERMAN (2025)

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Honey. That thing I did back there for Peeta? That was called “saving his life.“ If I wanted to kill either of you, I would’ve done it by now.

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finnick odair is tough. he is corded muscle and calloused hands, a true victor. everyone knows that— you know that— it’s just hard to believe when that very same finnick odair is carefully braiding your hair before bed so it doesn’t tangle itself while your sleeping, when he pulls you close to trace ‘i love you’s and lopsided hearts onto the skin that covers your shoulder blades. the same one that presses kisses to your forehead and the bridge of your nose before even touching your lips, the one that doesn’t kiss you hungrily like the others, but rather as if he’s giving you all the love he has to offer. he certainly doesn’t seem tough to you, crawling on top of you after a long swim and letting you gently detangle his salt-ridden waves as he hums softly against your collarbone. finnick odair is tough, but your finnick— your finn— is soft as they come.

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tw: mentione of finnick’s canon sexual trauma

finnick odair is experienced in the bedroom, but not experienced with true, genuine intimacy. he knows how to end a sexual encounter fast, how to find all the right spots and get it all over with. but he isn��t quite sure how to be slow, to savor it. you have to teach him, kiss your way down his body, be gentle. you tease him, make it last.

he knows how to seduce, how to be charming. but he isn’t good at vulnerability, real connection. he will grin and smirk, but covers his shy smiles, his genuine laughter. he doesn’t blush, except how he does when you’re involved. you teach him how to date. you hold his hand, cuddle him, kiss his cheeks.

the capitol has taken so much from him. he’s had sex more times than he can count, but he’s never made love. he’s been on dates, but he’s never dated. he’s been adored by people who will never truly know him, but never been known and loved at the same time.

you know him, and you love him, even with his flaws. he is not just the hot victor to you. he’s just finnick, who snorts when he laughs too hard and loves when you kiss down his chest and belly, who ties knots when he’s nervous and hates kissing with too much tongue.

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Waking you up /Drabble/

TW: 18+ content slight somnophilia! kink and no spoken consent but reader is fine with it. Also I would like to share I always write for fem!reader unless stated otherwise :)

Minors DNI

Finnick Odair who loves to wake you up with his head buried between your legs, sucking and licking at you in a half-drowsy state himself. He moans at your wetness and heat, inhaling in the familiar scent of you. He loves the look on your sleepy face as he eats you out, the way you’re dripping for him subconsciously creating a strain in his pants which he is to deal with later. If you mewl and start moving in his grasp, he would lift his head up with a lazy smile and kiss your cheeks.

“Morning sweetheart, good sleep?” He’d ask, dipping his head back into your warmth as he traces shapes and figure eights on your sensitive bud with his skilled tongue.

You struggle to answer, whimpering quietly as your hands delve into his messy morning hair, tugging at how good he effortlessly makes you feel.

It is Finnick’s favourite way to start the day.

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The First Taste

(+18, mdni)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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finnick o’dair can pick you up with just one strong arm wrapped around your waist. it’s so easy for him he doesn’t even have to think about it.

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finnick odair’s love for you will endure until his last breath. he claims that even then, it will outlast him— and you will know it in every form. you will taste it in the tenderness of honey on your tongue, the first rays of an early sun, and the kiss of the ocean against the golden shore. finnick says you make him infinite, cosmic— expand his heart to the size of the universe. that you remind him what it means to be alive. so he will come back to you in every whisper of the wind; kiss you with the rain against your supple cheek when he no longer has a body to use.

you think about this as he kisses you, now, large hands squeezing the fat of your hips just to feel you. when you break away, “i think i exist to love you,” he says, with a quiet breath. he rests his forehead against yours. “i know it.”

you have never experienced anything sweeter.

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“you believe me like a god, i destroy you like i am”

is so mentor! finnick x tribute!reader, even though you being reaped— it’s not his fault. he feels guilty anyway, and you want someone to blame. so it’s easier to hate him and it’s easier for him to punish himself for it all, because it’s not like you can point fingers at the capitol. you follow his every instruction and you feel rage at how he treats you wish him dead. he tries to keep you alive and has nightmares about what will happen to you once you’re taken from him and out in that arena.

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could you do finnick odair giving you head? i loved your last fanfic!

of course! thank you so much <3

forbidden fruit | f. odair

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summary: finnick was your mentor; intimacy was strictly prohibited. but he just couldn’t help but succumb to your sweet taste. in the training centre, no less.

pairing: finnick odair x reader

warnings: oral (fem receiving), fingering, orgasm, finnick is a swallower!!!, swearing, kinda exhibitionism

notes: i just know finnick would be like a god at giving head. sorry it was a bit short; i had another wip going on as well. definitely enjoyed writing this though ;)

word count: 1.3k

This was wrong. So very wrong. Finnick was supposed to be your mentor. You were supposed to be doing one-on-one training. But, God, if you said having his tongue lapping between your thighs felt anything but perfection, you would be lying to yourself.

“Oh,” you breathed out. “Fuck, Finnick.”

His muscular arm had swung your leg over his shoulder, allowing him even deeper access to devour you against the wall of the empty Training Centre gymnasium. The lower half of your body had been stripped bare; your clothes discarded to the floor by the man kneeling beneath you.

He traced tight circles around your clit with the tip of his tongue, only stopping to suction his mouth around it and suck. A cacophony of shocked cries and desperate moans left your mouth. You should have known he would be able to make you feel this good. He had a wicked smile and a wicked mouth that could do filthy things.

Teeth nipped gently at your clit, causing your hips to jerk forward with a startled gasp. “Oh my God.”

Finnick removed his head from between your thighs, peering up at your expression with sinful sea-green eyes. Your mouth was slightly agape, brows were drawn together, and cheeks were flushed with a warm pink. His chin and lips were drenched with your juices. He really was devouring you whole.

“Gotta be quiet, sweetheart,” he purred, pressing a kiss to the tender flesh of your inner thigh. “I know it feels good but…” His lips trailed up your thigh, getting closer to the place you needed him most. “…we wouldn’t want anyone to find you like this, would we?”

Oh, you knew what would happen if they did. However dangerous the consequences might have been, the idea of someone walking in on Finnick with his face buried in your pussy was exhilarating. Downright arousing.

You weren’t even sure how you ended up in this situation. One minute, you two were practicing hand-to-hand combat and the next, his tongue was exploring your body as you cried out his name in pleasure.

“I’ll be quiet. I—” Suddenly, his tongue was dragging from your soaking hole to the peak of your clit. “Promise.”

Your hand flew to your mouth, dampening the pleasured noises that threatened to escape. Another hand dropped into his hair, fingers interweaving with the messy bronze strands as you tugged him closer. He groaned into your pussy, sending a wave of euphoric vibrations through your body, stimulating the muscles in your stomach that pleaded for a release.

“Sweet girl. Taste so good,” his voice muffled into your skin.

Your heart fluttered at his praise.

And then, before you could even think, Finnick had pulled your other leg over his shoulder, holding you against the wall with pure muscle. He immediately continued his movements, leaving you only seconds to be baffled by his strength.

He flicked his tongue back and forth over your clit, his tongue rough in pressure and wild with speed. Tears were forming in your eyes, overwhelmed by the pleasure he was giving you. Your stomach was tensing and caving uncontrollably; chest rising and falling with fast, uneven breaths.

Even Finnick seemed to be gaining gratification from getting you to your high, obvious in the frenzied enthusiasm and moans that vibrated against you.

Somehow, he had managed to shift your weight onto one shoulder and dropped a hand to your core. His finger teased at your entrance as he continued working your swollen sensitivity with his tongue. He sunk his long finger into your pussy, instantly curling upwards into that deep, heavenly spot that had you biting your palm and your eyes squeezing shut.

“Fuck!” you cried into your hand.

Multitasking wasn’t a problem for him. He sucked, lapped, and tongued, all while curling and pumping his finger in and out of your hole, knuckles probing at your inner walls as he did. Then he added another finger, and you could feel its effects deep within your stomach.

Clit being assaulted and dripping-wet hole stuffed, your orgasm came creeping into the light. It was building slowly. First to be affected was your mind—your thoughts were utterly immoral. You were light-headed and blood buzzed in your ears.

Next was your lower half. Your thighs clenched around Finnick’s head, hips grinding against his tongue which only encouraged him further on. Then your breaths became shallow, a whine or whimper occasionally escaping with each exhale.

His mouth left your heat, fingers still pumping. “Are you close, sweetheart?” he asked in that carefully crafted seductive voice of his. You nodded frantically, pushing his dishevelled hair from his forehead as he gazed up at you. “Let me hear.”

Your hand fell from your lips. “But you said—”

“Forget what I said.” He leaned into your heat, his words fanning warmth against your pussy. “I want to hear my name coming from that pretty mouth of yours as you come.” An unhindered broken moan echoed around the room as he forcefully plunged his fingers into that spot deep inside you. “That’s it, sweetheart.”

The sound of your pleasure filled the gymnasium. You couldn’t even think about the possibility of someone walking in. Not when a white-hot heat was consuming your entire being.

He returned to your throbbing clit, hungrily sucking it in his mouth as if he were tasting a foreign delicacy. The pressure of his suctioned mouth had the heat feverishly spreading around your body, filling you up before it had the chance to explode. And with another pump of his fingers, a blaze erupted in your stomach.

“Finnick!”

Your moans rose an octave, head falling back against the wall as you repeated his name and strings of curses over and over. Sparks trickled down your legs and to your toes. Immense pleasure crested over every inch of your pulsing body, rendering you immobile in Finnick’s arms. Still, he didn’t stop.

Unbeknownst to you, just the sound of you reaching your climax had him coming undone as well, groaning into your gushing slick as his cock twitched and spurted white ropes in his pants.

He licked a long stripe up your slit, collecting your juices with his tongue. Fuck, he had never tasted anything sweeter. Anything more delicious.

As the wave of bliss began to pass, your tensed body began to relax. Finnick noticed, slipping his fingers from your hole and removing his mouth from your overstimulated clit. He watched as your fatigued body started to crumple in on itself, thankfully having the right idea to help you off his shoulders.

He settled you onto his kneeling lap, creating a wet patch on his pants. Not that he cared—it kind of turned him on again.

You couldn’t even look him in the eyes. How were you supposed to face him after… that? Much to your discomfort, Finnick turned your head to face his with a finger. The dry one, of course. His eyes searched yours with a look you couldn’t quite describe. Worry? Anxiety?

“You regret it?” he asked.

It took you a moment to decide; ultimately, you shook your head. That was the most exhilarating thing you had ever experienced in your life. Saying anything else would be a lie.

He smiled.

“But we shouldn’t do it again,” you said softly.

“No…” he sighed, the smile dropping from his face. “But we will.”

And there it was again—that devilish smirk. You couldn’t resist returning it with a sheepish smile because you knew he was right. You would do it again.

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eeek this is so cute tysm for the tag mar😚<333

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mentor!finnick odair who takes the virginity of victor!reader because snow wants to put her through same thing finnick experienced, and he needs her to know and feel that her first time will be the most important— and no one after him means anything real or special. he needs you to know what love feels like, at least in bed.

you’re all burning skin and blurry eyes when he murmurs the words in your ear. ‘just wanna love you. need to show you how much.’

the words come out harsh, breathy but when he pulls back to look in your eyes all you can see is adoration, pure devotion to you. as soon as you nod, voice your consent, finnick is pulling you into his arms, fingers digging into the plush of your hips as he kisses you. it’s hard not to melt, not to dig your fingers into the firm muscle of his forearm because he’s kissing you like it might be the last time and you guess with being stuck in the capitol, that could be entirely true.

being with finnick consists of unhurried touches. he takes his time, leaves you shaking and whining and needy. its fingers dancing up your spine. it’s hands cupping your cheeks and telling you how you deserve the world, the universe. it’s kissing you all over until you can’t think of anything else other than how special this moment is, how special he is, how special finnick makes you feel. it’s him and it will always be him; just him.

and when it finally happens, when he’s slipping into the gooey heat between your thighs, finnick thinks he’s found heaven. he thinks he could stay there forever; slowly grinding his hips against yours whilst you turn pliant and soft, breathing heavily into his mouth as you grow used to the feeling of him being inside you. ‘doing so well, my precious girl,’ he’d murmur against your lips. ‘feels so good.’

when he’s touching you he needs you to feel like you’re the most important person in the world. he kisses your forehead, your temple. links your hands together beside your head but you don’t feel pinned down, more like your merging together; souls twining as one from every place you’re connected. when you fall apart beneath him, shaking and murmuring his name over and over like a prayer, you know nothing will ever touch this moment.

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cw ; nsfw

finnick odair who prefers to fill you up to see himself spilling out of you. finnick odair who's favorite thing to do is perform oral on you. finnick odair who refuses to cum before you do. finnick odair who stands in the mirror admiring the scratches you leave on his chest and back. finnick odair who tells you he'll buy you a new pair when he gets too excited and rips off your underwear. finnick odair who always leaves a hickey where you won't see it but others will. finnick odair who traces shapes on your thighs while his head is between them. finnick odair who can get drunk off the smell of you [specifically at the curve of your neck]. finnick odair who always needs to be touching you, skin to skin, somehow. finnick odair who favors cockwarming. finnick odair who prefers to be looking into your eyes any way he can in any position. finnick odair who will play with your hair and randomly pull at it to see if he can get a moan of surprise from you. finnick odair who stops whatever he's doing to you if you try to be quiet or stop being vocal. finnick odair who uses 'good girl' in innocent situations to get a reaction out of you. finnick odair who likes it when you call him a 'good boy'. finnick odair who's favorite position is missionary. finnick odair who interlaces your fingers while he's fucking you. finnick odair who licks your tears when he overstimulates you. finnick odair who kisses you after he gives you oral so you can taste yourself.

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thinking about finnick and how he will ask for a kiss whenever you part ways . . . even if it’s just for a little while. even if you’re just going to the kitchen.