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[allisluv]

for totally appropriate and pg reasons....I imagine finnick having reader suck on his fingers when she's too loud..so pg..

flattery will get you nowhere.

pairing: finnick o'dair x wife!reader

content warnings: pre-established relationship, brief mentions of the war, found family trope, nsfw, finnick is such a tease, praise kink, risk of being caught but not really at the same time, petnames, use of the phrase "good girl", finnick has reader suck on his fingers to stay quiet, soft!dom finnick.

word count: 1k

To commemorate the first year since the war ended, Peeta and Katniss invite you, Finnick and the rest of your friend group over for dinner at their new house on the coast. 

Finnick comes out of the bathroom with the sleeves of his white shirt rolled up to his elbows. The smell of cologne wafts into the bedroom as he runs a hand through his golden curls. “I’m ready to go if you—” He cuts himself off when he sees you. 

You’re wearing a white dress that stops right above your knees. A golden pendant with Finnick’s initials is draped around your neck. Youre slipping a pair of matching dangly earrings into your lobes when your husband’s voice cuts through the air. You make eye contact with him through the reflection in the mirror and smile. “Hey.” 

Finnick grins and two dimples carve their way into the spot above his lips. He steps up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him. “Jesus Christ, woman, I swear you’re trying to kill me before we even leave the house.”

You laugh as he presses feather-light kisses along the slender column of your throat. “Oi. We can’t be late. Effie will have my head on a platter if I’m not there on time.” 

Finnick groans and buries his face into the crook of your neck. His fingers trail down the length of your arms. “Do we have to go, angel? Can’t we just stay here?” 

You roll your eyes upwards, but you can feel a hot heat pooling between your thighs. Your voice holds a warning tone as you say, “Finn.” 

He drops his voice an octave, lips brushing against the shell of your ear. “You know that I would make it worth your while, hm?” 

You weigh up the options in your head. On the one hand, you want nothing more than to stay here and have him take care of you like you desperately need but you know you can’t. “We can’t let them down.”

“Why not?” He kisses the sweet spot behind your ear and grins when you melt into him. 

Fucking smug bastard. 

“Because Katniss and Peeta are expecting us. And it is rude to let them down.” You argue. “I know we’re staying the night but surely you can have some self- control for less than twenty-four hours.”

Finnick pouts. “But you look so pretty in that dress, baby.” 

You roll your eyes, but can’t help the small smile that tugs at the corners of your lips. “Flattery will get you nowhere.”

Finnick grins. “That’s not what you said the other night when—”

“Oi!”

He laughs. “Alright, I’ll keep my hands to myself… for now.” He presses a quick kiss to your cheek and pulls away before taking you by the hand and interlacing your fingers together. “C’mon. Let’s get going.”

Finnick keeps his hand on your thigh all the way from your house to Katniss and Peeta’s. His fingers every so often trail higher, tracing the lining of your underwear innocently before his hand goes back to your thigh and his eyes back to the road.

It’s warm inside of Katniss and Peeta’s house. Annie, Johanna, Beetee, Haymitch and Effie are already at the dinner table as Finnick leads you over to an empty seat, where he sits you down and settles down beside you. His hand falls back to your thigh. 

Dinner passes smoothly. Everyone talks and drinks wine or water and by the time dessert is served, your stomachs are fit to burst. The conversations pass well into the early evening, and eventually, when the tiredness sets in, every one starts to retreat to the guest bedrooms. 

You’re on edge by the time you and Finnick head back to the bedroom. Once the door is locked behind you, you spin on your heel to face him.

Finnick grins. “What’s wrong, angel? You look flushed.” His voice holds mock sympathy and you can tell that he is holding back a laugh. 

“You’re such a dick.” You hiss out, folding your arms over your chest. 

Finnick does laugh this time. “Huh? What’re you talking about, angel?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, mister. What was that, hm? Sliding your hand up my thigh when we were eating our dinner, whispering dirty things in my ear, sitting me in your lap when we were on the sofa?” 

Finnick grins like the cocky bastard he is. 

You glare at him, cheeks burning. “Well?”

“Well, what, baby?”

“You gonna fuck me or what?”

Finnick tsks his tongue but obliges by crossing the room in a few quick strides and guiding you to sit down on the edge of the bed. “So needy,” he chastises. 

“Don’t test me, Finn,” You huff. 

He cuts you off by slotting his lips over your own and swallowing your moans. His hands slip up the hem of your dress, bunching the fabric up over your hips as he makes quick work of ridding yourself of your underwear. He groans into your mouth and his fingers slip under the thin material. “You’re soaked, angel. Can I take these off?” 

You nod but he cocks his head to one side with an arched brow, silently telling you that he wants to hear you say it. You roll your eyes. “Yeah. Take them off.”

Usually, he would make you beg for it or give out to you for being bratty, but if the bulge in his pants is anything to go by, he’s just as needy as you are, if not more. 

He pulls your panties down your legs and tosses them to one side carelessly. Slipping his tongue into your mouth once more, he runs his fingers through your folds and he groans. “You really are trying to kill me.”

You moan. “Please.” 

Finnick shushes you gently. “Need you to be quiet, f’me, angel. Think you can do that?” His thumb finds your clit and you whimper. Clicking his tongue disapprovingly, he lifts the same hand and coaxes your lips apart so that you are taking his thumb. He smiles as you suck on his thumb, using his other hand to gather your wetness and increase the pressure and pace of his fingers. “There you are. There’s my good girl. I’m gonna fuck you soon, but you have to show me you’re gonna stay quiet, got it?”

[allisluv]

Heya! I was wondering if you could do some Emily prentiss x readers please!!

I had an idea about reader finally leaving her abusive partner and Emily offering to take her on a date to show how she really suppose to be treated. With lots of cute and flirty moments and lots of reader being cute and confused with the affection. Could end in a sweet kiss moment or something!

But anything to do with Emily prentiss being loving and perfect 😂

Thank you x

i kissed a girl.

pairing: emily prentiss x fem!reader

content warnings: allusions to an abusive relationship, first dates, best friend!derek, emily being sweet and reader being confused by the affection. if there's anything else please let me know!

word count: 1.6k

Derek looks up as you collapse into a chair next to him in the round room. He arches a brow and shares a pointed look with Emily before slinging an arm around your shoulder and pulling his chair closer to you. "What's the face for, angel?"

You glare at him, but there's no mirth behind it, not really. "Daniel and I broke up." Derek's lips tip downward into a frown as he stares at you, waiting for an explanation. You huff out a sigh and elaborate. "He cheated on me."

Derek watches you carefully. "That bastard," he murmurs under her breath, just loud enough for you to hear. "I'll kill him. Just say the word and I'll have him six foot under in a split second. They'll never find the body."

You crack a smile at your best friend. "Thanks, but that's not necessary."

"Are you okay?" Emily asks from across the table. Her eyes are full of concern and sympathy as she analyses your every movement, the profiler in her coming out to play.

"I'm just glad to be rid of the asshole. I feel like I can finally breathe again," You admit.

Derek's frown deepens. "What's that supposed to mean?" He asks quietly. "Did he do something? Did he hurt you?"

You shift uncomfortably in your seat. "Look, I'm not talking about this, alright?" Derek's face drops and he lets go of you, suddenly hyperaware of how you may react to his touch. "I just want to forget it happened. I just want to move on."

Derek shares a look with Emily from across the table. She shakes her head, silently telling him to drop it and give you the space you so clearly crave at the moment. Hotch and the rest of the team file back into the round room and Derek watches as you pick up your pen, flicking it anxiously in between your fingertips.

Penelope starts to explain the details of the case and the team start to bounce ideas off of each other as Emily starts to form an idea in her head. Sure, it may be reckless, and there's a chance you may reject her proposition, but what's the harm in trying?

As you all disperse to get your go-bags, Emily runs in her high heels to catch up with you. She calls your name and is grateful when you stop at the bottom of the staircase for her. "Can I ask you something?"

You're wary, but you nod your head, anyway. "Go for it."

Emily juts her chin out defiantly to give herself an air of confidence, because despite her usual cool demeanour, her nerves are starting to get the better of her. "Do you want to go on a date with me when we get back from this case?" Your eyebrows shoot up your face and she rushes to explain. "I mean, you said you wanted to move on, but if I'm overstepping or I've jumped to the wrong conclusion and you think this is too soon, just let me know and I'll--"

"You wanna go on a date with me?" You ask incredulously, like the idea of someone wanting you for something other than your body is a foreign concept to you. "What's in it for you?" You realise your words have came out harsher than you intended and you wince. "Sorry, that came out wrong."

Emily brushes you off with a laugh. "You don't have to apologise, love." Your heart flutters in your chest at the petname. "But to answer your question, there's nothing in it for me apart from taking a pretty girl out for a night that shows her how she deserves to be treated."

You frown, still not catching her drift. "Is this a pity thing? Like, are you just asking me out because you feel bad for what I've been through or something?"

A crease appears between Emily's brows as she shakes her head. "No, it's nothing like that at all. I've liked you for a while but I knew you were in a relationship and I didn't want to make things awkward. It's definitely not a pity thing, I can tell you that much for free." You mull her words over in your head for a minute or two. Emily waits patiently for your answer, her palms damp with sweat. "You really wanna go on a date with me?" She nods. "Okay. Give me a day and a time and I'll be there."

Emily's face practically lights up like a god-damn Christmas tree. "You will?"

Her excitement is infectious and you can't help but grin back at her. "Yeah. I don't see why not. You never know, a date might lead to two might lead to three or who knows what else."

Emily smiles brighty and looks over her shoulder as Hotch calls out for the two of you, tapping his watch impatiently. She crosses to her desk at the bullpen and pulls her go-bag from underneath the desk. "Great. It's a date."

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You anxiously smooth out the creases in your black dress as you hear a knock on your apartment door. Quickly checking your reflection over in the mirror, you fix your hair and peek through the peephole to double-check who it is.

A bouquet of white roses are clutched in Emily's hand and she's dressed in a red dress and a matching pair of stilettos. Her face lights up when you open the door and her eyes rove over your form as you begin to overthink it. "Is it too much?"

Emily shakes her head fondly. "No, darling, absolutely not. You look gorgeous." The heat rushes to your cheeks at the compliment and she tries not to laugh at how cute you look. She thrusts the bouquet of roses into your open hands. "Here. These are for you."

You take the bouquet and set them on the coffee table in the hall. "Thank you. They're lovely." She offers you her hand and you take it, locking your door behind you as you leave your apartment block and slip into the passenger seat of her car. "So, where are we going?"

Emily turns the keys in the ignition and merges onto the road. "Well, love, I told you it's a surprise. But I promise you'll like it." She smiles. "There's a stack of CD's in the glove department. Feel free to put on whatever you like."

You tentatively sift through the music in the glove box and push a CD into the car's player. "This is my favourite."

"Mine too," Emily answers as the music drifts through the vehicle. She keeps the conversation flowing as she drives, and you slowly relax into your seat. For the first time in months, you feel at ease.

As your favourite Mexican restaurant comes into view, you can't help the smile from pulling at the corners of your lips. "I love this place. How did you know that?"

Emily chuckles to herself. "I pay attention, love. You said it one day when we were on a case together."

Your heart soars in your chest.

She kills the engine, tells you to stay put, and opens your door for you before steering you towards the restaurant with a hand on your lower back. You practically melt into her touch as she gives the hostess your name and the woman finds your booking.

Emily sits opposite you in the booth and shrugs off her leather jacket as the two of you skim through the menus. "Do you drink red or white? Or shall we get both?"

You hesitate. You're not used to being given options. "I'm easy. Whatever you like."

Emily arches a sharp eyebrow. "That's not what I asked, lovely. I asked what you like. Besides, I can't drink. I'm designated driver, remember?"

A small smile graces your features. "I like red. Thank you,"

The hostess comes back to your booth and takes your order.

As time passes, you loosen up and start talking more to Emily. You both chat about anything and everything; from your favourite things, to cases at work, to your childhoods to your most embarrassing moments in life.

When the bottle of wine is drunk and your plates are cleared, Emily practically wrestles your credit card out of your hand in order to pay the bill. You laugh at her confidence when she tells you that you can buy next time-- you like the idea of another date with her. The conversation continues on the car journey home and Emily insists on walking you to your apartment door.

"I had a nice night," You admit. "Thank you for dinner. And the flowers. And the company. And--"

Emily giggles. "I get it, lovely. I had a nice time, too." Her eyes drift down to your lips. "Can I ask you something? But please don't feel obliged to say yes." You nod, having an idea where this is going. "Can I kiss you?"

You cock your head to one side with a smile. "I'd like that."

Emily's hesitant as she smooths your hair over your shoulder. Her touch is gentle and soft and it sends a shiver down your spine. "Tell me if you want me to stop, okay?" She says.

As tentatively as possible, she slots her lips over your own. You melt into her touch and she swallows your hum of content. Her tongue runs over your bottom lip and you nod, winding your arms around her neck as she slips her tongue into your mouth.

The kiss can't last for longer than twenty seconds, but you're panting and out of breath by the time she pulls away. Your cheeks are flushed and you're suddenly hyper-aware of how close you two are. "Can we do that again?"

Emily arches a brow. "What, the date or the kiss?"

"Both."

[allisluv]

Emily prentiss x single mom!reader, Emily introducing her new gf reader and her kid to the team?

meet the family -- e.p

summary: emily introduces you and your daughter, verity, to the team.

pairing: emily prentiss x single mom!reader

word count: 1.1k

content warnings: derek being a lovable menace and interrogating reader but he's just worried for emily! apart from that, i don't think there is anything else but if there is, just lmk! <3

author's note: thinking about turning this into a series so feel free to send in as many scenarios for these two as you'd like! <3

when emily tells you that she wants to introduce you to her friends from work, you're nervous, to say the least. you've heard great things about the bau— not only are they damn good at their job, they also treat each other like family.

you're sure they're lovely people, honest, but part of you wonders just how nice they will be when they find out you have a daughter. you've been going out with emily for the better part of six months, and while she has been nothing but supportive of you being a single mother, that doesn't mean everyone else will be as understanding.

over the last four years, you've faced a lot of backlash about being a single mother. in fact, you had started to give up hope altogether on finding someone new. people do not like to take someone on when they have priorities or "baggage", as one man called it. you were debating taking down your tinder profile when emily messaged you— and boy were you glad she did.

"relax, my love," emily soothes, resting her hand on your thigh as she focuses on the long stretch of road ahead. "it's just dinner. and i promise they don't bite. well, derek might, but he's all talk and i'll kick him in the balls if i have to."

you laugh, wiping your clammy palms down the front of your black blouse. "are you sure i look alright? i feel stupid in this skirt."

before emily can get a word in, verity pipes up from the backseat. "you look pretty, mommy."

you meet her eye in the rear view mirror and smile. her words settle your nerves ever so slightly. "thank you, honey."

"see?" emily quirks a brow. "verity knows her stuff, don't you, v?"

verity is too busy playing with her barbie dolls to give emily a proper answer, but she hums her agreement, which is good enough. emily brings your hand up to her mouth and presses soft kisses to your knuckles, something that she's learnt over the last few months that soothes you.

emily holds your hand, verity holding your other, as you walk into the restaurant. it's buzzing with life, and it's warm, which makes a change to the bitter cold outside.

you hear someone call emily's name, and your heart sinks into a pit in your stomach. as if she can sense your anxiety— and lets be real, she's a profiler, so she more than likely can— she squeezes your hand and leans down to kiss your forehead. "that's jj."

a blonde with bangs pulls emily into a hug as the rest of the team stand to their feet. before you have time to back out of the situation altogether, a woman with orangey-red hair squeals and envelopes you in her arms. "i'm penelope!"

"hi!" you giggle, placing a hand over your chest in an effort to keep your heart from beating so fast. you give her your name and she compliments you on how pretty you are. "thank you," you laugh.

as you go around the table, learning everyone's names-- david and jj and aaron and spencer and the infamous derek-- you feel a tug on your arm. verity's hiding behind your legs and you hoist her onto your hip, not caring who's watching. she winds her chubby arms around your neck, and buries her face into your blouse.

"who've we got here?" spencer smiles, trying to catch verity's eye.

you look to emily for help and she places a reassuring hand on your lower back. "this is my girlfriend, and her daughter, verity."

for a minute no one says anything, and you debate running back out the front door and away from the prying eyes. you swallow the lump in your throat as emily's thumb traces soothing patterns against your lower back.

aaron cracks a tiny smile, something that looks to be a rare occurrence, and puts his hands on his hips. "it's nice to meet you, verity. how old are you?" verity pulls her face away from where it's buried in your blouse for just long enough to hold up four small fingers. "i have a son, jack, who's just a little bit older than you! he's five! maybe next time i could bring him and the two of you could play together? how does that sound?"

verity flails her legs about, a sign that she wants to be let down. you oblige, and she stands by your side, gripping your hand like a vice. "does jack like superheroes?"

aaron grins. "he does indeed."

verity juts her chin out. "then it's a date."

the team erupt into laughter and derek mutters something fondly about how jack will have his work cut out with this one.

emily pulls your chair out and you sit down, offering your girlfriend a smile in return. she sits beside you and verity makes herself comfortable in the chair on your other side. "i couldn't find a babysitter on such short notice, i'm sorry."

spencer dismisses you with a wave of his hand. "don't be. 66% of babysitters are between the ages of 11 to 13 anyway. did you know that?"

you smile. emily had filled you in about spencer’s rambling. while some people found it annoying, you found it endearing. “i didn’t know that."

derek leans across the table, using his elbows to prop himself up. "so..." he says to you. "what are your intentions with emily?" penelope whacks him across the back of the head. "what? it's a simple question!"

your face flushes scarlet. emily takes your hand under the table. "well, my intentions with emily are strictly confidential, if you know what i mean." you bat your lashes and rest your chin in the palm of your hand. you cover verity's ears. "does that answer your question or do you need the nitty gritty details of our sex life, too?"

jj bursts into a fit if giggles, aaron almost chokes on his red wine and derek ducks his head to hide his embarrassed smile.

"she's fiery," david notes. "i can see why you like her, em."

"well, i'm in love with emily," you announce. "and, unfortunately for you guys, i'm in it for the long haul, so you're stuck with me." you catch derek's eye from over the rim of your cocktail glass. "have you got a problem with that?"

derek tongues the inside of his cheek, smiles, and shakes his head. "not at all. i hope you don't mind me being rude, i was just seeing if you could hold your own, that's all. no hard feelings?"

you shake his hand across the table. "no hard feelings."

emily lets go of your hand to fold her arms across her chest. "im glad the air is cleared between the two of you, but if you ever pull a stunt like that again, i will castrate you."

"is that a threat?" derek muses.

"no," emily says, slipping her hand into yours. "It's a promise."

[allisluv]

Hello!! i love your finnick stuff and saw you wanted requests. could you write some head cannons or one shot (your call) on like a situation where the reader and finnick are married and she finally tells him she’s ready to have a kid and they actually, yk, make the child (mb i’m awkward ). just like smut. if you could thank you love!! <3

first time for everything.

content warnings: nsfw, established relationship, fem!reader, set post rebellion, unprotected p in v, poorly written smut, use of the phrase good girl, finnick has a praise kink and a breeding kink!!

word count: 1.2k

You're just beginning to wind down after a home-cooked meal. Finnicks thumb traces patterns into the smooth skin on the back of your hand as you listen to the steady, rhythmic beat of his heart.

"Finnick?" he hums to show he's listening, momentarily pulling his attention away from the television screen in your bedroom. "Do you ever think about having kids?" He slowly reaches across for the remote control and switches off the tv as you straighten up. You suck in a deep breath. "Is that something you want with me? I mean, now that the war's over, we don't have to worry about the games anymore."

"Of course, i want kids with you, angel, but only when you're ready," he says, quirking one brow. "Why? Are you saying what I think you're saying?" His lips turn upwards into a smile when you nod your head. "Well..." He sweeps your hair off your shoulders and presses a kiss to your collarbone. "What do you say we get started straight away?"

He gently pushes you down onto the bed and you nuzzle your face into the junction between his neck and shoulder, stifling a laugh. "Finnick!"

"What?" he giggles, pecking your lips. "Do you want me to stop?" he asks, hovering over you, leaning his weight on his forearms.

"Absolutely not," you yank him down by his collar and he slots his lips over your own.

You can feel him smiling against your skin as he sucks on the sweet spot behind your ear. Sighing contentedly, you card your fingers through his golden curls and scratch at his scalp.

You whine when he pulls away but he shushes you gently and coaxes you to sit up. He kisses the pout off your lips and slips your nightshirt over your head, exposing your bare chest.

Finnick groans. "You're killing me here, angel." He trails his fingertips down your body, and your hips lift to meet him as he slips his hand down the waistband of your shorts. He pushes your underwear to one side and carefully plunges his finger into your core, thumb tracing lazy circles on your clit.

You moan as he nips at your collarbone, pearly white teeth sinking into your skin just enough for it to border on pain and still be pleasurable. His fingers work wonders and he doesn't let up until you've came not once, but twice. "Have to make sure you're all ready for me, baby," he says when you whine. "You're being so good for me. My good, sweet girl. You think you're ready for me, hm?"

"Please," you beg, voice desperate and needy as you buck your hips up to meet his own. He groans, burying his head in the crook of your shoulder and taking in a deep breath. "Please, Finn, I need you."

"Well, how could I say no when you ask like that, angel? So polite, so pretty, so good, all for me, yeah?" He drags the tip of his nose down your jawline and sucks a hickey into the slender column of your throat. "You think you're ready?"

You groan, and part of you registers how pathetic you sound, but part of you doesn't care. "C'mon, don't be a tease." He smiles against your skin once more at the wanton sound of you begging. "Don't you want to fuck a baby into me?"

Finnick nearly comes in his pants like a teenager. "Fucking hell." He leans back on his heels, pulls down his sweatpants and boxers in one swift motion, just enough to free his cock from it's confinements. He rids himself of his shirt and you of your joggers next. He strokes himself before lining himself up with your entrance. He captures your mouth in a kiss, and pushes into you.

No matter how many times you have sex with Finnick, the stretch of him will never fail to make tears prickle in the corners of your eyes. You moan into his mouth and when he pulls away to intertwine your fingers with his, you bite his shoulder. He lets out a pitiful groan and pushes in deeper, whispering praises as he does so.

When you whine at the intrusion, he stops immediately, giving you a minute to get used to it. He wipes a bead of sweat off your forehead and kisses your cheek. "Doing so well for me. Always taking it like a good girl. My strong, good girl. You think you can handle more?" You nod your head earnestly and he smiles, capturing your lips in a sweet kiss. "You're doing so good."

He takes his time pushing in, making sure he gives you ample time to adjust to his size. Once he's buried to the hilt, he slips his tongue into your mouth, the kiss a clash of teeth and tongue.

He grins when you moan. "Sound so pretty for me. Making such sweet sounds, angel." He pulls out and you whine at the loss before he pushes back in again.

"Feel so full," you murmur, blunt nails scratching at his bare back as you buck your hips up to meet him. "You gonna fuck a baby into me?"

Finnick just about loses his shit at that. He buries his head into the crook of your neck and nips at the slender column of your throat before soothing it with his tongue. "I'm gonna make you a mama. Gonna fuck you full of my cum. You want that, angel?" You nod your head. "Need to hear you say it honey."

You throw your head back as he hits the right spot. "Please. I want you. Need you so bad, baby."

Finnick clicks his tongue condescendingly. "Well, you know I can't deny you when you ask so politely." He soothes you with soft caresses when you try to wriggle closer and closer to him. He chuckles under his breath. "Alright, alright, angel, I can take a hint." He rolls his hips, thrusting into you hard. Your head lolls back against the satin pillow and he smooths your hair out of your face. "Doing so well for me. Milking my cock like a good girl."

"I'm gonna cum," you warn, pulling him closer and catching his lips as the coil in your stomach comes undone. He works you through your orgasm and follows quickly after you, shooting hot ropes of cum into your cunt. "Fuck!"

Finnick swallows your words with a kiss, and slowly pulls out of you, rolling over to lie on his back as the two of you come down from your high. He pulls your sweaty body onto his chest, and kisses your forehead sweetly. "Was that okay, baby? I didn't push you too far or anything, did I?"

You shake your head and lean up on your elbows to kiss him. "It was perfect." He goes to move, ready to get a warm washcloth to wash you down with, but you hold him in place. "There's no point." He arches a brow. "We should do that again. You know, to make sure it sticks."

Finnick laughs. "You know what? That's a good idea." He chuckles as he rolls on top of you once more, trapping you under the weight of his body.

[allisluv]

criminal minds thought about emily: her having come home from a tough case that reminded her of you and being super clingy and protective of you even though you’re sat at home doing nothing: she’ll always be holding your hand, stroking your hair etc!!

pairing: emily prentiss x fem!reader

content warnings: fluff with a little bit of hurt/comfort (emilys had a bad day), an innuendo that could be interpreted sexually but it's not intended that way.

word count: 200

you know emilys had a bad day when she comes home from work with a frown on her pretty face and a slump in her shoulders.

almost on an instinct, you put your book on your bedside locker and open your arms. when emily comes to you without an ounce of stubbornness in her body, you know it must have been really bad. emily flops onto the double bed, and curls up next to you, her arms slung over your stomach and her head resting on your chest.

you let out a small sigh of sympathy. "that bad, huh?"

emily nuzzles her face into the valley between your breasts, and breathes in the scent of lavender. somehow it grounds her. "ive had better days," she admits as she pats the other side of the bed.

you understand what she's trying to communicate through the action and lace your fingers with hers. "that sucks. i'm sorry, baby," you murmur, peppering kisses along her hairline. emily grunts non-committedly and intertwines her legs with yours, too. "do you want me to make some of that pasta i know you like?"

"no!" emily whines when you try to get up and she clings to you, tightening her hold on you. "just wanna lay here for a while. stay here with me?"

you kiss her forehead and lie back down. you always like when emily's clingy. it's a side of her that you don't rarely see. "of course i will."

[allisluv]

Hii here with like kinda angsty thought: how would finnick react if reader flinches during an argument? Like he raises his hand to scratch his neck or smth, but she gets the wrong message??

-🎸

old habits die hard.

pairing: finnick o'dair x fem!reader

content warnings: reader has been in a previous abusive relationship. mentions of previous arguments and abuse, flinching, hurt/comfort, established relationship, improved communication at the end, angst with a happy ending.

word count: 546

It happens so quick.

One minute, you're arguing with Finnick, and the next, he's raised his hand to scratch the back of his neck. Your brain whirls into overdrive and you flinch, hands flying up to protect your face.

As god-awful as it sounds, it is an instinct by now. Living with your ex has thrown you into a permanent state of fight or flight. You've been dating Finnick for the better part of six years and the thought of him raising a hand to you has never even crossed your mind. It's just your luck that your ex's actions have taken permanent residence in your psyche.

Dread runs through your veins when you hear Finnick inhale a sharp breath. You lower your hands from your face, but the devastated look on your boyfriend's face makes you want to hide away again.

Tears are gathering on Finnick's waterline and he furiously blinks them away. He bites his bottom lip to stop it from trembling and says, "I would never."

You don't trust yourself to say anything, so you're quiet instead. You know Finnick isnt the type of guy to lay so much as a finger on you. You know that, but still, deep down, there's a nagging feeling that says, what if?

You never thought your ex would hit you, either.

Finnick sighs, running a hand down the length of his face. "Can I give you a hug or do you need some space?"

The words end up getting caught in the back of your throat. When you finally manage to push through the pain, your voice is strained and broken. "I want a hug."

Finnick obliges, but keeps his hands where you can see them, just in case you change your mind. When you don't cower away from him like he had expected, he wraps his arms around your waist and rests his chin on top of your head. He kisses above where your hairline starts. "I'm so sorry, angel."

"It's not your fault--"

Finnick cuts you off before you can get much further. "No, I shouldn't have shouted. I didn't mean to scare you. I should have walked away and came back when the both of us were calmer. I never want you to feel scared and I definitely don't want you to think that I'm going to hit you because I'm mad. I would never do that to you, and the fact I have to clarify that makes my heart ache."

You squeeze your eyes shut, feeling the warmth of your tears staining his cotton shirt. "I know you weren't going to hit me," you eventually say. "I know that. I-- sometimes I just forget that everyone's not like him. I'm sorry."

Finnick pulls away and cradles your face in his hands. The pad of his thumb reaches out and swipes away your tears. "Don't you dare apologise, angel. None of this is your fault, and I'm not mad. I just-- 'm sorry for scaring you. I'd never do that intentionally, you know that, right?"

You nod, and he presses a kiss to your forehead. "We need to talk some more about this later, when you're ready, but for now, I think we should cuddle and watch some tv. How does that sound?"

[allisluv]

What pet names do you think the criminal minds character would call their s/o’s?

spencer’s favourite is honey. dereks favourite is baby and emilys favourite is love. penelope likes unique or stupid ones like sugarplum or something. hotch isn’t a big fan of pet names. jj likes sweetheart.

[allisluv]

DATING MODERN!FINNICK ODAIR HEADCANONS

finnick odair x fem!reader

this is completely inspired by the wonderful @sirenologyyy !!! please check out their sejanus headcanons, they're actually my favourite thing in the world! also im thinking of turning this into a series, so let me know which characters you want next by telling me in my inbox <3

modern!finnick whos love language is acts of service.

modern!finnick who will give you the homework in a heartbeat (even if half of his answers are wrong).

modern!finnick who queued up online for hours to get you eras tour tickets.

modern!finnick who showers you in love and affection at every single opportunity.

modern!finnick who buys you matching shark tooth necklaces and never takes his off.

modern!finnick who never goes to bed without telling you how much he loves you.

modern!finnick who always makes sure to buy you a new bouquet of flowers before your old ones die.

modern!finnick who loves when you wear his clothes -- especially his lacrosse jerseys. (this man would be feral ifywkim).

modern!finnick who watches tutorials online so he can learn how to braid your hair.

modern!finnick who is always holding your hand or linking your pinky fingers together in a crowd.

modern!finnick who buries his face in your neck when he's flustered.

modern!finnick who religiously watches the mamma mia movie (and cries during the slipping through my fingers scene). he's overall just a sucker for romcoms tbf

modern!finnick who is an early bird and goes for morning swims.

modern!finnick who had a youtube channel at some point or another.

modern!finnick who wanted to be a doctor because he watched greys anatomy ONCE .

modern!finnick who helps the kids on your street set up their lemonade stands during the summer <333

modern!finnick who is the best at gossiping. this man is telling you all the drama and making up code names so you can talk about it in public. hes so invested in other peoples lives (me too babe).

modern!finnick who loves the beach but hates the feeling of sand in between his toes.

modern!finnick who is your biggest supporter. he's such a good hype man and he cheers you on with whatever it is you choose to do.

[allisluv]

hiii for flufftober i was wondering if u could write for emily prentiss!!

maybe either this promt: "We could just stay like this, cuddling all day, if you want."

or the bear hugs prompt? ❤️

flufftober -- day three

pairing: emily prentiss x fem!reader

summary: emily gets called in early in the morning for another case

content warnings: none, just pure tooth rotting fluff :)

word count: 250

Emily has always been a light sleeper, so when her phone starts to vibrate against her beside locker, her chocolate-colored eyes flutter open. She supresses a groan into her fist and rolls onto her side, careful not to wake you up.

Her phone lights up like a Christmas tree when she flips the screen over. She tries to dull the brightness by shoving the phone into her pyjama shirt, but it's too late-- you are already stirring.

"What time is it?" you mumble, wrapping your leg around Emily's waist and nuzzling your face into her neck.

Emily sighs and checks the blinking alarm clock on her bedside locker. "Four am," she mutters, turning to face you.

"Are you being called in?" you ask, rubbing your knuckles into your eyes.

Emily presses a kiss just above your hairline. She wraps you up in her arms and rests her chin on the crown of your head. "Yeah. I'm sorry, sweetheart. You know, I'm sure they could survive without me for a day. We could just stay like this, cuddling all day, if you want."

"As tempting as that idea sounds, Em, I'd rather not be the reason you lose your job," you sigh, breathing in the scent of her vanilla shampoo. "C'mon, honey, you can make it up to me by buying chinese food before you come home."

Emily hums her agreement. "That sounds like a date."

You kiss her cheek. "You know me so well."

[allisluv]

how do u think finnick would react to accidentally making reader cry in an argument

ouch this one h u r t. he stops in his tracks and takes a tentative step towards you, wondering if he'll make it worse. he hates seeing you cry especially when it's his own doing. he apologises immediately, asking if he can give you a hug.

if you want some time on your own, he's leaving your shared bedroom with his tail between his legs. he'll leave the house altogether and come back with a bouquet of your favourite flowers. finnick will wrap you in his arms and mutter apologies into your hair before sitting you down on his lap and talking it out. it definitley ends in lots of cuddles and make up kisses.

[allisluv]

hello! may i request a flufftober fic where jake's new girlfriend invites him over for a halloween themed movie night, and when he comes over he is surprised by the amount of cozy halloween/autum decorations she has up. and she surprises him with warm apple cider and jack-o-lantern shaped pumpkin cookies and a disney halloween movie marathon and her apartment smells all autumn-y and when he brings up the sheer amount of autumn-ism she is exuding she just shrugs and says 'it's my favorite season'. just jake with a girlie who really loves fall, and doing all the cutesy fall things with her.

flufftober -- day two

pairing: jake seresin x girlfriend!reader

content warnings: new established relationship, use of pet names, not edited but apart from that it's just fluff!

summary: when you invite your boyfriend around for halloween, he's surprised to see how much you love the holiday.

word count: 400

jake wipes his hands down the front of his blue jeans and knocks, knuckles brushing against the autumn wreath hanging from your knocker. your apartment door swings open, casting it's light into the hallway.

jake kisses your cheek and shoves the bouquet of red and orange flowers he bought on the way here into your hands. you smile and it's a cheesy, dorky thing that makes his heart skip a beat. "you look beautiful," he says, stepping into your apartment but stopping short when he sees the dissaray your space is in.

orange tinsle hangs from your ceiling and candles bathe the room in a warm glow. it smells of spice and something sweet, and pumpkins with faces carved into them are placed by the back door.

"shit! our cookies!" you rush past him, throwing on a pair of oven mitts, and rescuing your junk food before they burn to a crisp.

jake peeks his head around the corner, green eyes scanning the sitting room, only to find even more autumn decorations on every available surface. "i take it you like fall, huh?" he asks, grinning as you grab his arm and guide him to sit down on the sofa.

"what gave it away?" you tease, carrying a tray of jack-o-lantern-shaped cookies into the room and setting them down on the coffee table. jake laughs and takes a sip from the glass of warm apple cider that you hand him. "do you like it?" he nods around the rim of his glass. "it's homemade!"

one corner of his mouth twists into a smile and he pecks you on the lips, swallowing your squeal as you melt into his touch.

"what was that for?" you ask, grinning like an idiot, eyes shining with excitement.

jake lifts his shoulders up into a shrug. "just 'cause, sugar." he pulls you in close until you're tucked under his arm. "now, what we gonna watch first?"

you hum thoughtfully. "what about halloweentown."

"sure thing, sweetheart. i've never seen it before." jake winces when your mouth falls agape and you look at him as if he's personally killed your kitten. "i'm gonna regret saying that, aren't i?"

"oh absolutely. we're watching all four of them now."

[allisluv]

hihi !! i was the one who requested 5+13 with derek,, it was from the first prompt !! <33

flufftober -- day four

three little words -- d.m

pairing: derek morgan x fem!bau!reader

prompts: "is it too early to say i love you? because i do. i love you so much." "aw, i love you too. so much." and random kisses on lip/hand/ neck (i slightly changed the wording of prompt one!)

trigger warnings: being anxious, first i love yous, other than that just pure fluff :)

word count: 496

being a woman in the fbi is an accomplishment in itself, but maintaining respect from your peers proves a lot harder. it's not that the people in the bau are unfriendly-- quite the opposite, actually-- but if they found out you were dating derek morgan, you were afraid they would see you as nothing but his girlfriend.

derek wasn't fussed that you chose to keep the two of you a secret. he was a private man himself, and he knew how hard you had worked to get to a stage like this in your career. besides, it was only early days and he wanted to see where things went before announcing it to the entire team.

it's a struggle to keep your relationship quiet when all you want to do is pepper dereks stupidly handsome face with kisses whenever he so much as smiles in your direction. thankfully, you control your urges until you're nuzzled under his arm in his apartment.

you're four months into your relationship with derek when you accidentally let the cat out of the bag. after another one of his warm, home-cooked meals, you settle yourself on derek's sofa, legs curled underneath you as you flick through the tv channels.

he insisted on doing the dishes himself, and almost popped a blood vessel when you suggested otherwise. you're stubborn, but when you opened your mouth to protest, he kissed you on the forehead and that shut you up fairly quickly.

eventually, the sound of pots and pans clinking off each other fades to nothing, and derek saunters into the living room. he sits on the opposite end of the sofa and opens his arms, to which you oblige by crawling towards him and resting your head on his chest.

his fingers absentmindedly trace patterns on the bare skin of your arms, and you try not to laugh. "what?" he asks, and you can hear the smile in his voice.

"that tickles," you laugh, blinking up at him through your thick lashes. derek lifts his shoulders up into a shrug, and goes back to circling your forearm. you roll your eyes, and before you can even think about the consequences of what you're about to say, the words "i love you," slip past your lips.

his fingers still. "what'd you say, honey?"

you silently curse yourself for having a big mouth. "i said i love you." well, might as well commit to it now. "is it too early to say that? 'cause i do. i love you, like, a stupid amount."

derek's chest vibrates as he laughs. "it might be too soon." your heart plummets. "but it doesn't really matter, though, because i love you too." he bends down and presses a kiss to your lips. you melt into his touch. "so," he drawls out the word. "what do you think about telling the team next?"

you chuckle. "i reckon we won't be telling them anything they don't already know, but sure thing."

[allisluv]

this is definitely not inspired by a recent dream of mine

if you had a wet dream about finnick odair. GOD IF YOU HAD ONE ... the first thing you feel when you wake up in the semi-darkness of your room, your eyes squinting at his still sleeping figure, would be SHAME. you just feel miserable because you feel like you're like these capitol's citizens who are unable to see past his divine beauty </3

you go to get a glass of water, and wake up with finnick, half asleep, in the doorway, concern on his face. you don't want to tell him directly what is the cause of your awakening but we all know that he will manage to get the words out of you.

he does not blame you for a moment. "you should see my dreams about you", he says without a care and leaves you speechless. and then ... the dream becomes reality <3

he wears the most smug look after + says something like "i bet it was better than that dream"

— 🫀

dreams.

summary: finnick takes care of you after an... imaginative dream

a/n: hi hi hi! i've never written smut before so constructive criticism is welcome just please don't be mean because i will cry (fr) thank you anon for your request + i hope this lived up to expectations <3

content warnings: established relationship, porn with a little dash of plot, oral (fem!recieving), praise kink, use of the phrase good girl, unprotected p in v (please wrap it before you tap it), lots of consent and finnick being cheeky as always. oh and not proofread for the time being

pairing: finnick o'dair x fem!reader

It takes a while for you to register your surroundings when you shake yourself awake. It's dark in your room and you have to squint in order to make out Finnick's sleeping figure next to you. His chest rises and falls in shallow breaths and you're relieved that you didn't wake him.

As the dream runs through your head like an old movie, you squeeze your thighs together to get rid of the ache between your legs. Shame bubbles in your chest and bile hits the back of your throat.

Wasn't this exactly what the people in the Capitol did? Got off to the thought of him kissing his way up their bodies? You bite the inside of your cheek until you can’t focus on anything other than the metallic taste of blood flooding your mouth.

You pull the covers back and swing your legs over the side of the bed, padding across the wooden floorboards in your bare feet. Flicking on the light switch in the kitchen, you grab an empty glass before filling it with cold water from the faucet.

A pair of warm hands sneaking their way around your stomach is the first thing that you manage to register in your hazy mind. Finnick presses a kiss against the shell of your ear before asking, "What’re you doing up this early, honey?"

"Couldn't sleep," you murmur, setting the glass back onto the marble countertop. “Did I wake you?”

Finnick presses a kiss to the crown of your head as his fingers trace patterns up and down your arms. “Your side of the bed was cold. Was wondering where you'd gotten to, that's all," he shrugs and turns you around to face him. "You gonna tell me whats going on in that head of yours? Was it a bad dream?"

You slide onto the countertop and Finnick's hands instinctively fall to your hips. "Something like that," you mutter. "It's nothing."

"Doesn't sound like nothing," he prompts, gently using his thumb and index finger to tilt your head towards him. Your gaze remains glued to the wall behind him but he angles his head to catch your eye. "I need you to use your words, baby, cause I don't understand."

You shift uncomfortably on the countertop, praying that he'll drop it, (which isn't likely to happen, because Finnick O'dair is the text-book definition of stubborn). "I didn't have a bad dream."

"Then what was it?" Finnick asks, his eyebrows knitting together in a blend of confusion and concern. Warmth creeps across your cheeks. "Oh."

You try to bury your face in your hands but his reflexes are quick and he catches your wrists in between his fingers. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about, baby. You should see my dreams about you," he grins proudly. "Why didn't you say something sooner, honey? Are you gonna let me take care of you?"

Goosebumps rise on your skin as your tongue runs over your lips. You nod without making a sound.

Finnick's fingers skim the lace at the bottom of your nightdress. He's teasing. "Gotta hear you use your words, baby." His hand trails higher and higher until he's tracing feather-light touches along the outline of your black underwear. "Come on, use your words for me."

Your heart beats against your ribcage as he leans down and presses a gentle kiss to your stomach. It's hard to think when your thoughts are consumed by him. He pulls your nightgown up to your hips, exposing your damp panties. His thumb toys with the hem. "Please," you whine breathlessly.

"Please what baby?" he peers up at you through his lashes. "You know I'll give you whatever you want, just need to hear you say it."

"Please fuck me."

He gives a satisfied hum and sinks to his knees in front of you. "Good girl. My gorgeous, needy girl. Am I gonna find you soaked under here?" His fingers work the soft material down your thighs. "Can I?"

"Please touch me." Your hips chase forward in search of his hand and he runs his fingers through your folds. Your eyes squeeze shut, hand balling his white shirt into your fist. "Oh my god."

He drops his hand and buries his face in your cunt, tongue easing you open as he tracks his way to your clit. Your hands find purchase in his hair and you tug hard.

"You feel so good," you scratch his scalp with your blunt nails and he moans into your cunt. Finnick reaches between your legs, his fingers feeling between your folds as he sucks on your sensitive clit. Familiar tightness was coiling in your core and, as if he could sense it, Finnick stood up.

You whined at the loss of contact but he swallowed it with a kiss. His warm hands smooth your hair out of your face and back behind your shoulders. He was always so gentle with you.

You threw your head back and he obliged by trailing wet kisses down the expanse of your neck. He hummed against your skin as you tug at the hem of his t-shirt desperately.

Finnick chuckles as you strip him of the thin cotton. You toss it to the side, not bothering to look where it lands. All you can focus on is how much you want him to fuck you.

Finnick kisses you lazily and pulls down his sweatpants and boxers in one go. You palm his bare cock and he twitches in your hand, hot and heavy. "Are you sure you're ready for me baby? I don't wanna hurt you or anything," he frowns.

You kiss the crown of his forehead and pull your nightgown over your head. The cold air nips at your bare breasts and Finnick's eyes darken at the sight. "I can handle it. Please, need to feel you."

Finnick grips your hips in his gentle hands and lines himself up with your entrance. His tongue slips into your mouth as he pushes into you with such force that the breath is knocked from your lungs. No matter how many times he fucks you, it always takes a while for you to accommodate to his size.

He presses gentle kisses to your nose and your cheeks before finally brushing his lips against yours once more. "You still with me, honey?" He brushes a hand across your forehead, wiping away the strands of hair that had gotten stuck from the sweat. "Being such a good girl for me, sweetheart. Always so good for me. Stretching me so well."

Your pain soon morphs to pleasure and as your hips cant forward, he thrusts to meet you. "Feel so full, Finnick," your nails drag against his bare back, no doubt leaving marks.

"Yeah?" Finnick smirks, lifting one of your legs and wrapping it around his waist. The angle drives him deeper inside you, and to make it even more impossible to string together a coherent sentence, he drags his tongue over your sensitive nipples. "Are you getting close, baby? Yeah you are, I can feel you squeezing me."

He kisses you slowly as he pushes his hips to meet yours again. Your mouth leaves his and you kiss along his jawline, moaning into his ear as he fucks you. "Finnick," you whine, clinging to the space between his shoulder blades. It's the only word you can think of. Your thoughts are consumed with him.

"I've got you, honey," he hisses as his hips slam into you. "Come for me. You're beautiful, baby. Come for me, I know you can do it, I'm so close--"

Finnick surges up to capture your mouth in a kiss as your orgasm washes over you like the waves outside your house. Finnick's hips still and you can feel his warm seed pumping into you.

Too exhausted to hold yourself up, you collapse against Finnick, who holds you close as you both come down from your high. Your kisses are sloppy and languid but you feel so warm, so full, that nothing else really matters.

You whine when he pulls out but it's not so bad when he's soothing it better with soft kisses and gentle caresses. He whispers that he loves you and offers to carry you to the bath but not before getting one smart remark in. "Bet I was better than in the dream, huh, honey?"

[allisluv]

finnick nsfw alphabet perchance 🥹🥹🥹

thank you for your request anon!

cw: smut, fem!reader, not proofread as per usual

A — aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

finnick is super sweet after sex. he asks how you’re feeling or if there is anything he can do to help. he carries you to the shower, washing your hair before cuddling you back to sleep.

B — body part (their favourite body part of theirs or their partners)

finnick likes his abs and his stomach (i literally don't have a single reason to back this this up i just know that he does LMAO 😭)

as cliche as it sounds, finnick likes everything about you and that is the god honest truth. he couldn't pick one thing that he loves bc you're just a goddess to him.

C = anything to do with cum

i think finnick prefers to come inside of you rather than on you. he likes feeling you clench around him as he pumps his seed into you. he enjoys the closeness of it all too.

D = dirty secret

he once came in his pants like a teenage boy when you gave him a lap dance. who could blame him? you looked so pretty dressed up in your lingerie!

E = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they are doing?)

we all know finnick is experienced and that's all i'm going to say on that matter. although he has had plenty of romantic encounters in the bedroom, he doesn't know how to be vulnerable when he has sex. its something that the two of you would have to work through and it definitley requires quite a lot of patience on both sides.

F = favourite position

finnick is a simple man and by that, i mean he adores missionary. i think he likes to see your face. thats really important to him. it tells him what you like and what you dont like. in saying that, i do think he likes when you ride him. he likes surrendering that little bit of control to you. besides, he gets a great view of your tits bouncing that way.

G = goofy (are they more serious in the moment or are they humorous?)

finnick loves being able to make you laugh during sex. he'll crack god-awful jokes just to see you smile.

H = hair (how well groomed are they, do the carpets match the drapes?)

finnick likes to let his hair grow naturally. he’s so used to being waxed in the capitol that he just hates shaving in general

I — intimacy (how are they during the moment? romantic aspects)

sex with finnick is always always intimate. he's full of soft caresses and gentle touches and don't even get me started on the praising. the bottom line is that sex with finnick is more about making love than anything else.

J — jack-off (masturbation headcanon)

i don't think finnick likes jacking off all that much but if you have been gone for a while or vice versa he'll masturbate to the thought of you.

K — kinks (one or more of their kinks)

finnick has such a praise kink. he likes knowing that he's the one making you feel good. i think he likes edging but he always gives you what you want in the end. i think in a modern!au he would like phone sex too.

L — location (favourite places to have sex)

sex has to be special with finnick so i feel like he mostly sticks to the bedroom or other places in your house.

M — motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

finnick likes when you get bratty or talk back to him. idk what it is but he just finds that super hot.

N — no (things they won't do, turn-offs)

finnick won't do anything to hurt you. he doesn't like choking or bondage or anything of that sort because i honestly think it just reminds him too much of his trauma in the capitol.

O — oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill etc)

finnick is a giver. he's a pleasure dom and he loves making you feel good. he does like receiving though. he likes how you look on your knees.

P — pace (are they fast and rough, slow and sensual?)

finnick is absolutely a slow and sensual lover. he likes taking his time with you and dragging your orgasm out for as long as physically possible. he can go fast and rough at times but that's rare.

Q — quickies (their opinions on quickies, how often...)

i honestly don't think finnick is a big fan of quickies. he doesn't like that there's not a lot of intimacy involved in it. he only has quickies if youre really needy and he needs to teach you a lesson. he makes you walk around for the rest of the day with his cum in your panties

R — risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks?)

finnick isn't a big fan of risks. i think it ties in with his memories of the capitol too much. don't get me wrong, he loves to experiment but risks? not so much

S — stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

finnick can go for hours and he can last for just as long.

T — toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

finnick doesn't own a massive amount of toys but he does love to use them on you. he likes to sneak a vibrator onto your clit when he’s fucking you— he’s a menace like that.

U — unfair (how much do they like to tease?)

finnick fucking odair is the biggest tease known to man. he'll let his hand slide an inch too close to your panties when you're out in public or he'll wear those grey sweatpants just because he knows they drive you insane. he loves to edge you but he will never leave you hanging for too long.

V -- volume (how loud are they? what kind of sounds do they make?)

finnick will groan into your ear and grunt when he's pounding into you. he's a talker too.

W -- wild card (random headcanon)

finnick never kisses and tells. sure, he'll make sex jokes here and there, but he wouldn't dream of telling anyone the things you two do in the bedroom. that's a private, intimate thing to him.

X -- x-ray (what's going on under those clothes)

finnick's a good six / six and a half inches. he's thick too.

Y -- yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

finnick has a pretty high sex drive. i'd say he could go every day if you were both desperate.

Z -- zzz (how quick are they to fall asleep?)

finnick gets super sleepy after sex. he'll clean you up and then collapse back into bed, nuzzling his chin into your chest.

[allisluv]

beach days with finnick are spent lying in the hot sand with a book in your lap and sunglasses perched on the bridge of your nose until your boyfriend, ever the menace, decides you're going into the water with him, whether you like it or not. he hoists you into his arms, and when you squeal that he's getting you wet, he shakes his hair out like a dog, soaking you with droplets of water. "finnick!" you yelp, gripping onto his shoulders for dear life when he wades into the sea. it comes up to his ankles and he pretends to lose his grip on you, laughing like a god damn mad-man as you cling to him like a koala. "you're an asshole!" you hiss through gritted teeth. "i know," finnick smirks. "but thats why you love me."

[allisluv]

BEDSHEETS

pairing: finnick odair x fem!reader

summary: you leak through the sheets on your period and finnick comforts you (i can not find the original requestc i’m super sorry!)

content warnings; mentions of blood, nothing else i can think of!

You pull your knees up to your chest, muffling your groan into your silk pillowcase. Your stomach cramps and it feels like someone is repeatedly plunging a burning hot knife into your abdomen. Finnick's warm hand is strewn across your waist, hugging you close to him and you. have to peel yourself from his strong grasp.

You've only been going out with Finnick O'Dair for six months and you can hand on heart say they've been the best six months of your life. He's sweet, and kind, and he knows how to make you laugh. You know he wouldn't judge you for something as simple as a normal bodily function, but you can't help the dread that runs through your veins when you pull away and see the blood on his pristine white sheets.

Your mind immediately kicks into overdrive as you start to think of all the worst case scenarios. What if he asks you to leave? What if he thinks you're disgusting? God, you don't think you'll ever be able to look him in the eye again.

You slip out of bed and into the en-suite bathroom with your overnight bag slung over your shoulder. Changing out of your sleep shorts, you dispose of your pad and pull a clean pair of underwear and pyjama bottoms up over your legs.

It takes every ounce of self-control you possess not to lock yourself in the bathroom and hope the ground swallows you up. In the end, logic outweighs the impulse to hide and you go back into the bedroom. Your heart is beating so hard that you worry it might jump out of your chest.

Nibbling on your bottom lip, you don't see any other option but to wake Finnick up and ask him to get up. He's built like a twig, but he's also made of muscle, and it would be almost impossible to move him without waking him.

You shake his shoulder gently, and he nuzzles into his pillow, hands patting the empty side the bed. His brows knit together and a frown tugs at his lips when he doesn't find you next him. He calls your name and his eyes flutter open, lashes kissing his sun-tanned skin.

"Hi," you whisper tentatively. The heat has rushed to your face and you duck your head, using your hair as a curtain to shield you from his dazed but watchful eyes.

Finnick sits up straight, propping himself up on his elbows. All traces of tiredness has slipped from his features, replaced with a concern that makes you want to burst into tears, mostly out of embarassment than anything else. "What's wrong, honey?"

"I, uh--" you trail off, trying to duck your head again. Finnick's far too quick, though, and cups your face in both his hands, coaxing you to look him in the eye. "I need to change the sheets," you blurt out. "I got my period early and I kind of leaked on your sheets. I'm so sorry."

Finnick looks at you like you've grown three heads in the span of a few minutes. "Why on earth are you apologising, honey?" He smooths your hair out of your eyes and your frown deepens, confusion evident on your face. "You have nothing to be sorry for," he clarifies. “It can’t be helped.”

"But... but I ruined your sheets!" You wail, feeling tears sting at your eyes as you bury your head in your hands. Finnick chuckles and wraps you into his arms, not caring about the fact that you're soaking his shirt with tears. "It's not funny!"

"They're just sheets, baby," Finnick coos. "They can be washed. There's no need to panic." He waits until your chest stops heaving to ask, "Are you in pain?" He feels you nod into his chest. "Oh, baby. You should've woken me up earlier. Do you want me to get your heating pad?"

You pull away from him, wiping at your flamed cheeks. "You don't have to do that."

"It's not a matter about having to. I want to," Finnick admits. "Look, why don't I swing by Mags' house and see if I can score some of that chocolate I know you like? And then when I come home, we can snuggle up on the couch. How does that sound, hm?"

You nod as the calloused pads of his fingers trace over the lines of your palm. "But what about the sheets?"

"Don't you worry your pretty little head about that," Finnick says as he pulls on a pair of sweatpants. "Just make sure you have some popcorn ready for our movie night when I come home."

"Finnick?" You ask as he tugs a t-shirt over his head.

"Yeah, baby?"

"Thank you."

He pecks your cheek and presses another kiss to the crown of your head. "I won't be long."