Angel in theWind

Twenteen requests are open don’t be shy Lover of the arts, collector of symphonies.

[emmaharwoods]

[angelicnthewind]

What ending is better for a Finnick Odair fic

Hurt/no comfort and angst

Hurt/comfort and happy ending

Remaining time: 3 days 1 hour

[nastyakotsk]

#586

[angelicnthewind]

Ahem ahem I have rewatched the hunger games and now I must write abt my husband Finnick

Would you read? It takes place between the 2nd and 3rd movie and a bit of the forth. Reader is finnicks victor by an impromptu games because snows a bitch sort of like trying to stop defiance by having multiple games in a year. So after Katniss’ and before the Quater quell. Finnick sort of falls for Reader and wants to protect her because he sees so much of himself in her. BUT WAIT! reader wins the games and they ignore each other until the quater quells in which reader volunteers for Annie and Mags because reader knows that Finnick is still in love with Annie and would die for her and she can’t have that. It gets reaalllll angsty but ending reaallll fire. Kinda want to write this really bad so let me know!!!!

[depsidase]

[citoyen-rouge]

[drawnheadlights]

[brainstreams]

Don't use AI to write. Use cocaine like a real author.

[mayhemi]

dex needs constant reassurance during sex. he could be pounding into you, making you see stars with his cock, and he would still be asking you if he's doing okay.

"am i- is this okay? baby, tell me m'good-- please" he's whining muffled words into the crook of your neck as his tip slams against your g-spot repeatedly, enough to have you clawing at his back, leaving angry red marks on his skin.

he's focused solely on your pleasure, he gets off when you get off. so when you're too fucked-out to reply to him, he's panicking. he doesn't understand that he's making you feel so good to the point where you can't form a coherent sentence.

"is it not good? oh god- do y'not like it?" he tends to spiral, so you have to talk in order to keep him going. "i-it's good, dex-- fuck!-- feels s'good" your fingers card through his hair, tugging at the blonde strands, which earns you a choked whimper.

"y-yeah?" he moans out whorishly, his breath hot against your neck. he's desperately trying to keep his pace from faltering. "tell me- can you tell me y'love me? p-please?" he snakes his hand down between both of your sweaty bodies and rubs tight circles on your clit, causing you cry out and arch into him further as pleasure shoots through your limbs. "love you!" you mewl, the only thing you can say when he's making you feel like this.

your orgasm crashes over you with his name lingering on your tongue, your pussy clenching and fluttering around him obscenely. he finishes directly after you, he was only holding off because he always makes sure you cum first. he doesn't want to be selfish, after all.

he collapses on top of you, practically panting. his cock is still sitting inside of you, his warm release settling. he'd probably never admit it, but your words of praise are his favorite part of sex.

© mayhemi | all rights reserved.

[b4mbiseyes]

Texting fbi!Dex

[angelicnthewind]

“Heart on my sleeve not where it should be”

A little continuation of my previous post here

Synopsis: One messy public incident, viral tik tok edit of the PR relationship you had years ago, and minor argument with Stormfront. Homelander to the world, but to you John shows up on your doorstep. Have the feelings you’ve buried behind hate for the man who was once your best friend truly gone away? Or is him just being here ruining everything?

Parings: Homelander x reader, young!homelander x young!Reader (around 19-20). Stormfront x Homelander but that won’t be for long.

Content Warnings: Homelander being.. well, Homelander, arguing nothing crazy, homoander hurts Reader, Voughts manipulative and reader doesn't do that shit. Probably ooc Homelander but this is self indulgent anyways.

WC: 1.3k very shitily proofread

Comments and reblogs are appreciated

Authors note: lowkey just some bullshit 🥹 I finally got the energy to do this I hope you like it, I wanna have more dialogue in the next part if you guys want a next part. Suggestions and criticism are welcome. This was just the past leading up to the events so it's sorta like a prologue, I just wanted background as to why Homelander and Reader are enemies. Well for now

You abandoned Vought life years ago.

Young, bright, and powerful, excited to be a “Superhero” just like you had been promised. At first, it was glorious, everything you had wanted: an official suit (that was probably too revealing), a team, and a mass that loved you. But you never really saved anyone, at least not outside of the sight of a camera. It was a life that so many would die for; that's what convinced you to stay. Outside of that thought, what chained you down- well, who chained you down was your “partner” and the person who would be your best friend during your time here. John, just John to you, funny, partially insane, but he matched you well.

He was the person who kept you locked in the Vought brand cage; you were both young, you turning 19 the summer of your first year as an official Supe, and him your elder by 1 year. The bond formed between you two, both new to this and so painfully unaware, monetized like zoo animals because he was “The Strongest Man in the World” and you the formidable ally. God, how much you hated being in his shadow. His partner in crime, and eventually, as you wrote your signature on the dotted line. The partner in your private life too. Their plan had worked, and the public loved you too. Your hand in his in interviews, covering your six during the well curated “crime” fights for the camera. Forced proximity causing nights spent together in your living apartments at Vought tower. Movie nights and exchanges of words wondering what a different life would look like. The cold cut lines melted away like ice cream in the hot summer sun.

The press of his lips against yours came late one night, both on the rooftop, flying with him as you felt the cutting cold night air fill your lungs until you both got close enough for it to mingle into something warm and real neither of you had anticipated. His voice was a small murmur against your lips “This okay?” pupils blown wide following your eyes. A small smile on his lips and yours as you nodded your head and kissed him again. Your lips worked in tandem slowly, carefully at first then hungrier. Hands roaming down to squeeze your hips your arms wrapping up his neck to play with his hair.

Part of it was natural. John ached for affection and approval from you. Ingrained into his superhuman heart, from years of dark, painful nights in that cold, sterile lab. He became your rock when the public got too much, and the pressure became a weight that only speaking to him would lift. The only difference of opinions was your wanting to leave, and he devoted to the idea of becoming the world's hero.

Connections ran deep into your family. Lawyers and loopholes had you packing your bag in your Vought-funded apartment by the next sunrise and hanging the supersuit up because the cleavage never made any real change like you had hoped. Three firm knocks on the door, your stomach queasy as you knew the inevitable that was coming. Your hands filling your suitcase paused as you turned and saw him there, dark brown hair disheveled and his eyes blown wide in disbelief and a betrayal that ate at the guards you tried to keep up around your heart. ‘It is true’ he spoke, his voice settling the fact that you were leaving it behind. Leaving him behind. “John, you know that I wasn’t meant for this, don't you see it's not real?”

The words fell from your lips like a feather touching the ground, too gentle for how angry he was and too soft for two superhumans who didn’t understand what being soft was truly like. “It's hours in hair and makeup. It’s not helping those who can’t help themselves. All of it is one picture perfect story. We aren’t heroes.” Your words were frustrated, sarcasm thick in your tone as you insulted what this organization stood for. “We made a pact; the public loves us together- how am I? “ he paused, taking a breath. “ How do you expect me to accept that?” The door shut firmly behind you as he took steps into your room pausing just next to where you sat on the edge of your bed. He called your name partially stern instead it was filled with desperation. “It is you and me in this. It's what we do it’ll get better I’ll become a fucking god to the people, and I'll keep you at my side, and they'll love us. Then you can save as many people as you want”

“You know that it won't magically get better, it doesn't work like hat john”

‘We can make it change” im im- fucking homelander and you, your my partner, my match” his voice was getting louder as if he was pleading and ordering at the same time, frustration prominent in the furrow of his brows and frown faintly on his lips.”Last night I told you about all the things we could do! Why would you just throw that away? Throw us away? I kissed you, you kissed me back. You’re being irrational.”

You don't get to fucking tell me what I’m being. News fucking flash John not all of us get to be “the greatest” not everyone is ok with playing pretend knowing they have the power to do something.” Your voice raised, an edge in it crossing a line that would only curve into a downwards spiral.

“We ARE doing something, we help just not in-”

His sentence died halfway in the air as you yelled at him. “STOP IT JOHN, stop trying to cope with the fact that you were made in a goddam lab and you think doing this will make you human enough that maybe you'll finally believe it yourself.” The silence that followed after wasn’t suffocating in the way drowning is, it wasn't thick and tense. It was INHUMAN crushing and still that a single flinch would unravel everything already falling apart. John's gaze fell on you as his jaw muscle tensed under skin. He looked away, the desperation in his gaze dissolving into an angry one that overtook him, the rage that made his eyes heat up and vision redden. “Do you think I don't know that? You weren't there when I called a padded room and chains my home. But you, you made me feel ok. I made it feel real enough to endure so I could be the greatest. Youre the same as them as the people in that fucking lab you are all the same.”

His voice raised his eyes darkening into a bright angry red laser. “All humans do is cause pain”. The darkness of his anger wasn't like you had expected. It was boiling and steaming and he rose a few feet from the ground. “You don't deserve to be my partner, I am a homefucking lander. I don't need you, I don't need anyone.”

“I never even fucking wanted you. I would never care for a fucking lab experiment.” Your lips spat out the harsh words, letters landing like a million blades into his chest. Injecting a hot burn into his skin. Laser left from his eyes and hit across your cheekbone. Instincts from years of fighting causing you to dodge away. Body ducking behind the became. The burn was one surpassing 3rd degree, a scream of agony leaving you as you felt it blistering and cauterizing your skin. Thanks to being superhuman it didn’t take your face in half but it hurt and bad maybe not all of it came from just the burn. Maybe it came from the disbelief that he would hurt you. Your head snapped up prepared to fight or run but he was already gone.

A staff member rushed into you on the ground with a scar across your cheek that was healing thanks to the compound V that flowed through your veins. It was the last time you saw him before you had abandoned Vought life for good. Or at least you escaped for 12 years. A life close enough to what you could call “normal”.

But when 3 knocks rang out against the wood of your door in your California home and a full body tingle ran from the base of your skull down your spine, matching the prickling you felt around your scar like needles stabbing into damaged skin. You knew that the ghosts of your past don’t stay dead for long. Your hand on the door opening and gaze falling on the same man who had left the exact mark on your cheek that was screaming at you in pain to run.

[angelicnthewind]

Thinking abt being married to crazy obsessed dex.

He pays for your phone bill, and yk how you can just look on the router and find what’s you’ve been doing? Yeah he does that. He habitually stalks the messages, photos and things you’ve searched in the internet.

He has to keep his North Star safe doesn’t he?

[lesbians4daenerys]

[meluneira]

[bennettfinn]

FINN BENNETT for MAN ABOUT TOWN UK (2026)

[kentluv3r]

putting a gun to your ex boyfriend, turned fugitive’s head because he decides to break into your apartment and riding his cock is not how you expect to spend your night… but your ex is BENJAMIN POINTDEXTER !

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 CONTENT WARNINGS: sex at gun point, rough sex, stalker! ex boyfriend! fugitive! dex, MINORS DNI ノ dominant! fem! reader, dirty talk, praise kink, riding, ass slapping, male whimpering and crying during sex, unprotected sex, gun play, big dick! dex!

AUTHOR’S NOTE: god this is so hot lmao. this is inspired by the scene where karen puts a gun to dex’s head because he’s so hot in that scene. this is lowkey so toxic but idc!

dex missed you.

and you? despite saying you didn’t miss him… you missed him.

but you dealt with dex for a good year and a half; he was a toxic piece of shit that never knew boundaries, he thought the epitome of romance was stalking you outside your windows and threatening everyone who came into contact with you. and secretly? he’s been running around as the murderous bullseye… but god forbid you so much as look at the male waiter at a restaurant.

the main issue tonight? uh, dex kinda broke out of prison… and now, he’s running across hell’s kitchen, looking for an apartment to break into and spend a little night in. he knows the apartment buildings that have unoccupied apartments that he could easily break into— but the police are hot on his trail, but that didn’t scare a man like pointdexter.

he knew your apartment like the back of his hand; even if he hasn’t been allowed to be in it since your break up with him seven months ago.

climbing on your fire escape, dex listened the police sirens in the distance, somehow these idiots are going the opposite way, it makes dex chuckle as his palms find each level of the escape with ease.

“absolute idiots…” he mutters, swinging his leg around the fire escape and climbing into it, seeing his reflection in your window. “what a waste of citizen’s tax money.”

he remembers that one of your worst habits was forgetting to lock your window— always focusing to lock the front door and the bedroom window that the living room window remained unlocked on some nights… and deep down, he hopes you learned your lesson but he tests this habit again.

he kneels down as the wind softly blows, the orange jumpsuit crumpling against his muscles as he presses his palms against your window… and stupidly, it opens for him.

“oh sweetheart.” he mutters, tilting his head as he pushes up the window and slithers into your apartment. “i thought you were smarter than that… leaving this window open.”

dex is able to get into the apartment and shuts the window, doing what you didn’t do and lock it as well… and with his back turned, he listens to everything and in the soft, quiet apartment… the sound of a gun cocking is louder than ever.

in the doorway of the living room stands you; in a nightie you wore because it was comfortable, holding a 9mm pistol to the man in your apartment.

“put your hands up.” you order him; you can tell it’s a man, the back muscles and the hair give it away… you also notice the orange jumpsuit and the black numbers on the back of him. you try to hide the fear in your voice— fear will only get you killed.

dex couldn’t help but giggle at his words, turning his head to look over his right shoulder… but he does what you tell him to do, putting both hands up. “whatever you say, sweetheart.”

oh fuck me. it’s you. your mind talked to you… you knew it from the giggle and even before his voice entered the apartment— it’s dex. of course it’s dex.

“what the fuck are you doing here, dex?” you ask him, stepping closer to him as your left hand flicks on the ceiling light fixed at the middle.

dex smiles like a kid on christmas— this wasn’t exactly how he planned on trying to reignite this relationship, but of course, nothing in his life is planned. “i simply needed a place to stay tonight, prison guards are hunting me like a rack of lamb… not trying to hurt you, baby.”

you groan at his excuse. “turn around.”

and dex does what you say; turning around to face you.

he clicks his tongue seeing you all over again, looking you up and down like it’s the first time he’s seen you. like you’re the prettiest woman he’s ever seen— and to him? you are the prettiest woman.

“time hasn’t taken away your beauty, baby.” he mutters, keeping his hands up and that stupid smirk on his face.

you keep the gun up however— this wasn’t how you expected to spend your night; holding your crazy ass ex boyfriend up at gunpoint, but here you are. “do you ever shut up?”

dex “thinks” for a second before responding. “nope… but that ain’t the gun i saw last time i was here.” he observed. “did you get a new one?”

“doesn’t matter. why are you here?” you say, completely disregarding his questions.

“just needed a place to hide.”

“so you’d drag me down with you if the police were to find you. they’d think i’m harboring a fugitive, dex.”

he shrugs his shoulders, looking down at your thighs peaking out from the nightie. “well… i could’ve easily broke into someone else’s home… but where’s the fun in that? and besides, i’ve been thinking about you, pretty.”

you don’t know if he’s being annoying or if your body enjoys this type of flirting— with the way your heart feels faster than it should be and that lower heat in your belly curling with need.

dex can practically see how your mind is running. “what? you enjoy this, baby? you enjoy the fact that the man you’re holding up at gun point is flirting with you? c’mon, sweetheart.”

“just shut up and leave.” you order him again, motioning to the window with the gun, keeping both of your hands on the gun’s handle.

dex looks back at the window before looking at you again, tilting his head as a shit-eating grin appears on his face. "you know you don't want me to leave... i've missed you, sweetheart."

frustration mounted in your body as his words continued to enter your ears. you didn't want to hear it from this man. this man who stalked you for so long, who didn't let you breathe in the confines of your relationship. the same man who breathed down your neck about literally anyone— man or woman, he trusted no one.

he continues to speak when you refuse to. "you know i would do anything for you, baby... anything." his voice convinces you... but this is dex we're talking about. "i escaped prison just to see you babe, ain't no regular joe is doing that... especially for a beauty like you."

you look at him, getting a genuine look at the man before ordering him around again. "you're gonna make my time dealing with you worth it, asshole." you tell him as you point the gun over to the couch. "lay on the couch and keep those fucking hands to yourself."

he immediately grins at your request, taking slow steps not to scare you away towards the couch, laying on his back and keeping his hands by his head. "yes ma'am." he says as he lays down.

he lays down and you walk towards him, the gun never leaving its position as you get close to the couch. he looks handsome but you don’t let yourself think about it too much.

“answer this question and if you lie, i swear to god, dex.” you begin. “during the seven months we broke up… did this dick go into anyone else?” you ask, pointing the gun to his crotch.

just the sight of you pointing a gun at him gives him a boner— but the demands? the questioning? just the confidence with the gun? oh dex wants to moan out loud. he shakes his head. “nobody, baby, swear to god.”

"good... good boy." you say as you keep the pistol up. "pull your pants down. boxers included."

dex grins as he lowers his hands, lifting his legs as his thumbs go into the waistband of the orange prison jumpsuit, tugging them down as well as his boxers— the plain white pair with no name brand that the prison offered because apparently, having a bunch of men walk around with no underwear in a prison is "wrong" and "nasty".

he pulls down his pants, his happy trail visible. it's messier than it usually is, you remember it was clean last time you saw him, but it wasn't a complete mess. it was thicker and had more hair yes, but not like the amazon down there.

but all you focused on was his cock; which was rock hard.

and you couldn't stop your next words. "did you really get hard when i pointed my gun at you, dex?"

dex nodded quickly, getting his pants down to his knees as he puts his hands back by his head, fingers brushing against the couch. "of course, i was, baby, you looked sexy with this piece of metal." he says, pointing to the gun with his left hand. you appreciated that he followed your orders and kept his hands up.

you groan out loud at his words; of course this dickhead got hard when being held up at gunpoint by a sexy woman. but you don't say anything, only having your right hand hold the gun as you put your left hand close to his mouth. "spit."

and he spits, letting his spit land on your palm. he smiles after his line of spit lands on your palm.

you smile and right before he could say anything, you wrapped your hand around his cock and began to stroke him. dex immediately moans and arches off the couch at the simple touch of your hand again after seven months.

"oh f-fucking hell, baby." he moans, keeping his hands up as they dig into his blonde hair, gritting his teeth as you stroke his seven inch cock with a lazy hand, the gun still pointed at your hand.

you press the barrel against the side of his head as you order him again. "take off my underwear."

he nods as his hands shoot forward. for a man as scary as bullseye, pointdexter was one whimpering son of a bitch. his fingers push up on your nightie, feeling the underwear and pulls it down without hesitation. he moans as you squeeze on the base of him before stroking back up to his tip, watching the underwear drops to your ankles as the barrel continues to be pressed against the side of his head.

"there you go..." he mutters, looking at you with half-lidded eyes. "god, you look so pretty in this piece of nightwear." he says, feeling the soft material of the red nightie you were wearing. it was a comfortable piece of clothing that you enjoyed when nights got cold like this. "been dreaming of seeing you like this."

you can't help but feel flattered by his words. you know, you shouldn't but still... there was love in your heart for him, even if the way you saw him again wasn't really the best way. you stepped out of your underwear as you move, stopping your movements on his cock for a moment to straddle his hips and feeling his cock slap against your left thigh.

of course, dex's eyes remained fix on you as you straddle him and you lift your body, your left hand grabbing the base of him and lining up with your folds.

without hesitating for a moment, you slowly begin to sink down on his cock, moaning as each inch of dex’s cock enters your walls, stretching you out further and further. “dex… mhm— dex, ngh… fuck.”

dex fucking whimpers at feeling his cock dragging against your walls, pussy warm and completely melting him from the inside out. “baby… baby… oh fuckkkkk.”

you press the gun harder against his temple as you feel all seven inches inside of you. “fuck handsome… never felt so fucking good before.” you whimper, beginning to slowly ride his cock.

he groans, throwing his head back as he tried his hardest to not touch you— he didn’t want you to suddenly stop or worse, shoot him in the hand— but at this point? he’d love to be shot if it’s by you. “please baby, l-let me touch you… please, this body is fuckin’ beautiful, pretty woman— let me.”

you tilt your head down at him as you ride him harder, your walls opening up for him as you get a consistent rhythm on his cock. “oh you want to touch me? huh?”

“yes yes yes.” he blabbers, groaning as his cock twitches inside of you. “lemme touch this pretty body of yours.”

acting like you’re thinking for a minute, you tap the top of the gun under his jaw as you raise your brows. “since you can’t shut up… go ahead, but no controlling my pace… you can touch but not get me to go faster.”

dex lets out the most pathetic whimper as his hands go down and touches your body… and immediately? his hands don’t know where the fuck to touch.

“ohhhhh god, thank you so much, baby… thank you.” he whispers as both hands wrap around your thighs, squeezing them as you put the gun back to the side of his head.

dex’s fingers grip your skin tightly as each rock of your hips on his cock makes him closer and closer to his ever slow growing orgasm. his cock twitches again and his balls clench— it’s pathetic how close he already is at cumming, you haven’t even got close yet and here he is… needing to cum, but he didn’t say anything.

but it showed on his face with his heated cheeks, messy hair, and his eyes closing with need. “dex, baby, open your eyes and lemme see.” you whisper, tapping the gun on his cheek.

he snaps open his eyes as his right hand slaps your ass with need. “sorry, sorry… just— just feels so good, baby.”

“oh i know it does.” you reply, riding quicker on his cock, feeling your breasts bounce in your nightie as you squeeze your thighs around his hips. “that’s why you’re moaning like a little bitch f’me.”

dex doesn’t even try to challenge that; mass murder, mean ass man… whimpering over you bouncing on his cock like this? oh fuck yes he’s moaning like a whiny bitch. “please baby… oh fuck… for fucks sake, darling, keep bouncing like that.”

yet, even with you in control, you follow what he says and continues your bounces, tracing his jawline with the gun as your finger plays with the trigger but never close enough, dex sticking out his tongue and licking the gun when the weapon passes by his lips.

dex leans his head back, bringing his right hand down on your ass again, the loud smacking sound fills the living room. he watches you with awe, star-struck at the sight of you bouncing on his cock, mouth watering at seeing your boobs bouncing in your night wear.

he’s so fucking struck by the sight of you that tears prick at the corner of his eyes as tears begin to escape his eyes, completely in a sea of pleasure and the feeling of your body.

you smile at seeing dex cry for you; it’s cute seeing him cry like this. “crying for my pussy, huh?”

he nods his head, not caring to push the tears away, both hands gripping your hips. “absolutely— absolutely, baby, pussy feels fucking amazin’— so warm and so- so- so good, hun.”

you tap the gun against his cheek to get his full attention, you speak. “we’re gonna— fuck— we’re gonna cum together, cum for me dex and i’ll cum for you, handsome… c’mon.”

this motherfucker doesn’t waste another second.

the moment you bounce down on him one more time, all of his inches going into you as he cums right as you cum, both of your bodies being pumped full of pleasure.

your eyes roll back and arches in the air as his fingers dig deep into your hips, cock twitching as he rips out a groan, beginning to unload inside of you.

your hand let’s go of the gun— part time because of love and mostly the pleasure of your orgasm makes the gun slip from your hand— it falls to the couch cushion as both of your hands dig into his broad chest, curling into the orange jumpsuit as you grind on him.

dex grabs your ass with both hands, looking at you as he cums inside of you, watching you grind on him in overstimulation. “fuck baby… fucking hell… pussy still loves me, huh?”

“sh-shut up.” you respond to him, bending down and pressing a kiss to his lips, feeling him kiss back.

he chuckles as he looks over, seeing the gun. “look at that… the gun is finally off your hands…”

“do you want me to shoot you right now?” you challenge him, looking at him very unimpressed, eyebrows furrowed as overstimulated groans leave your mouth.

he shrugs, pressing a kiss on your neck. “as long as it’s done by you, sweetheart.”

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[sansa286]

Aerion spotting you in the crowd during a tourney before right before he jousts, yells "This one's for you!" and then kills his fucking opponent.