I have a huge crush on Daniel McGuffey, a video game producer/lead singer of a band, who participated in MasterChef Season 5 nine years ago
It's been a crazy month. I've always known the show MasterChef but never had the interest to watch it until I saw some short clips of MC S4 on Chinese Tiktok (Douyin) in June or July this year. Genuinely, it was just really enjoyable seeing the short clips during my uni break, and I felt I could also improve my English by watching MC. So I decided to watch the actual show starting with S5. Lol that's how I started to binge watch the show! š¤£š¤£
In the first episode, that's when I noticed this hot looking guy in a striped t-shirt, with lots of tattoos on his arms, and a pair of glasses. Yeah, it's Daniel McGuffey, lol, but I didn't pay much attention to him at the beginning (coz he barely had any screen time, I mean...). I was more into the show because of Leslie and Ahran, hahahah.
Ok, so after I finished S5, I started searching for the contestants' social media to see how they are doing today, and of course, I went straight to Daniel, but guess what? His Instagram account is private. So I requested so many times, but he wouldn't accept my requestš So I went to Twitter, but it seems like his old account DanielKaiju was deleted. So I then switched to Facebook, and finally this time I found his account! I got to see recent photos & videos of him, yay!
From Facebook, I got to know that Daniel is now part of a band called The Pride, which I actually started listening to, lol. Their music is even available on the Chinese app QQ music!!!
I like Daniel so so much, so I wanted to find a place where I can share my thoughts. So I downloaded Reddit, an app I've never used before. Sadly, not many people talk about Daniel there. So I then searched for Daniel on Tieba (a Chinese platform similar to Reddit). Luckily, I found a number of posts that expressed their feelings for Daniel which also complimented Daniel's looks lol. Of course, these posts were from like 9 years ago, but I randomly felt the need to reply to some of the posts, and wow, a person actually soon replied to my comment! Lol, we started chatting about the show and how we both like Daniel. š„°š„°
At this point, I kinda became a stalker, stalking the girlās Instagram, and also Danielās friendsā instaā¦(I feel so creepy, I'm truly sorry for the stalking in past week, I just wanna know more about youššš)
Put that aside, it was rly surprising to know that Daniel filmed lots of music videos or just fun videos back then. Wow, what a talented man who can create video games, draw, act, sing, and cook! (And look so good at the same timeš
I seriously have a huge crush on you Danielš„¹š„¹. I know you had lots of fangirls back then during your IWSNT era and when MC was aired. And now here's me, a 20 year old, new Chinese fangirl being crazy over you, a 41 year old American man who lives on the other side of the world. (I know this is so randomā¦š¶āš«ļøš¶āš«ļø
Am I out of my mind? I think about him all day, use his photo as my wallpaper, talk about him with my real-life friends, and even write short unfinished stories of me traveling to America, bumping into him on the street, and falling in love with him... He seriously became my new ideal type. I was never drawn to white guys, but I guess I am now, especially those with tattoos. š„²š„² (Ok, I'm gonna say it, I feel really weird and creepy, but I'm gonna say it. I want to sleep with you so bad, Daniel McGuffey fk me hard...š„µ)
Ok, anyways, enough of those creepy shits. Yesterday I posted about Daniel on Reddit, asking what people think about him. The comments were both positive and negative... whatever, it's not gonna change my pounding heart for Daniel. Also, I found Daniel's TikTok, it was a public account, so I decided to leave a comment, and yay, he liked my comment and replied! š«¶š»š«¶š»š«¶š»š«¶š» I'm literally in tears right now.
And today, I searched for Daniel once again on Google and found a post about him on Tumblr, which includes links to his older videos, those filmed like almost 20 years ago... lol, glad I found those videos of you, getting to know you more day by day...? So I once again downloaded an app I've never used before, that's how I got here on Tumblr!!!
He probably will never know, a random Chinese girl who's living in Australia has a huge, huge crush on him because of a show that aired 9 years ago. This is really weird, and I feel like a creep, but yes, I like you very, very much. I really wanna visit Los Angeles now, will I get to see your band perform?
Idk, I'm writing my feelings down and uploading them on Tumblr because I'm afraid that one day I will forget all of this...(hopefully not
Hope Daniel doesn't see this post EVER (can't imagine how embarrassing it will be for me... it would be so cringey/funny for him to see a fangirl's love letter, right...? xx)
Please donāt see me as a creep, I swear Iām a mentally healthy, normal, happy university studentšš. Iām just being huge fan girl nowadaysš (idk I felt the need to explain
warnings: pure smut, low-graphic silhouette image of sex position
notes: lost the request for this one. I know I havenāt been uploading much, but iām struggling with managing my job, time with friends and family, and writing. I really really appreciate all the kind messages everyoneās been sending me; it means so much to me and I genuinely love all of you. hope youāre all doing well <3
A = Aftercare (what heās like after sex)
Finnick is aĀ godĀ of aftercare. He knows what itās like to feel thrown aside after sex, so he will do anything to make sure you feel loved and cared for when you finish. Heāll carry you into the bathroom to help clean you up, redress you in the most comfortable clothing, make sure you eat and have something to drink, and all throughout the process he will be reminding you how much he loves you and how beautiful he thinks you are.
After, he will bring you back to bed and hold you in his arms, stroking soft patterns and invisible words of endearment into your skin until you fall asleep.
B = Body Part (His favourite body part of himself or of you)
He worshipsĀ everyĀ part of your body. He would always be describing in detailāthis man is a poet I swearāall the different parts of you he finds beautiful, comparing you to angels, sirens, literally any creature of divine beauty.
One thing he absolutely drools over is your hips. His eyes glue to them whenever you walk; they entrance him so much that you often have to remind him to watch where heās going. Whenever youāre on top during sex, he loves watching you grind on his cock, just barely being able to see your hip bones move beneath the soft plush skin. Heāll grab them whenever he can and loves leaving behind faint handprints. He thinks it looks pretty.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum)
Honestly, he tries not to come anywhere on your body except for in your pussy and very rarely, your mouth. He doesnāt want you to feel dirty or gross which ultimately ties back to his own trauma with sex. Creampies are his favourite though. Filling your belly with come, to him, is another way of him showing how much he loves you and he would only ever do it with someone he lovesāyou, obviously.
There is no way to get physically closer to you than filling you up with his come and having it mix with your own white pleasure as it drips down his cock. Plus, he likes to think the risk of pregnancy proves his devotion and commitment he has to you.
D = Dirty secret (A dirty secret of his)
He wouldĀ neverĀ admit to this, but if youāre not around to help and he is feeling especially turned on, heāll watch one of your interviews with Caesar Flickerman and jerk off to it. The way your dress clings to your curves and your hips sway as you walk on stage has his hand pumping with desperation. The sound of your voice, all flirty and purring, is what sends him over the edge, coming in his tight-gripped fist.
E = Experience (How experienced is he? Does he know what heās doing?)
Alright, we all know Finnick is more than experienced, so he definitely knows what he is doing. He starts with soft kisses that become more heated and wander as time progresses. His hands will map your body, caressing softly and kneading harshly. Heās a quick learner as to how you like to be fingered and touched and will make you a trembling whiney mess beneath him in no time.
He multitasks when pleasuring you, so there will always be at least two parts of your body being stimulated at once when youāre fucking. He knows all the tricks and techniques to pleasure youāpillow under your lower back so his cock hits that back-arching spot every time, pressing down on your stomach while heās inside of you, and maintaining eye contact while either of you orgasm.
F = Favourite Position (Goes without saying. Visual may be included)
Cowgirl is his favourite position, but not in the usual way. He loves having you seated on his lap facing him whilst he is sitting upright against the headboard. Your arms would be around his neck or shoulders, gripping onto him as you ride his cock. Itās the perfect position for him to look at your face and breasts and watch it contort with pleasure as you cover his length with come.
There is something about this position that makes him feel a deep sense of intimacy. Like he is whole, cradling your body while heās deep inside you.
G = Goofy (Is he more serious, humorous, etc)
Light-heartedness usually factors into sex with Finnick. Even if you are both in a deep fuck session, he can always find some reason to break the serious atmosphere with a playful dimpled grin, a boyish laugh, or sometimes you will just both start bursting out laughing for no reason at all. Finnick oozes with sex, so itās not hard for him to bring the mood back with a snap of his fingers or, you know, aĀ curlĀ of his fingers.
H = Hair (How well-groomed is he, does the carpet match the drapes, etc)
Letās be real, Finnick would be more hairless than a fucking Sphynx catāan awful yet very vivid comparison, I know, but he literally has to sell himself to the Capitol. His team of stylists probably strip his lower body of hair once a week, sometimes even more frequently. He definitely sympathises with women and their stereotypical beauty expectations to remain hairless all the time. Waxing fucking hurts.
I = Intimacy (How is he during the moment, romantic aspect)
Again, he is aĀ godĀ of intimacy. He is full of warmth with the way he touches you; not just in a literal sense but also in a way that conveys his love and utter devotion for you. Finnick knows down to a T how to treat you right, especially in bed. Holding hands is also a big thing for him during sex, especially when you're about to come.
This man would also be your personal masseuse. He loves touching and giving affection, so he will just randomly come up behind you and start massaging your shoulders. Sometimes after a good long fucking and he knows you're tired and sore, he will lay you down on the bed and give you a back massage. Heās got magic hands so after five minutes, youāll be passed out beneath him.
Sometimes he will just start doing it out of habit. Youāll be on the couch watching a movie and he will start massaging your hands or thighs. He gets satisfaction out of making you feel good; itās one of his main love languages. Finnick is overall just extremely romantic both in and out of bed.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanons)
Before you, he never really found himself feeling turned on, especially knowing every couple of days he would have an unwanted stranger using him like their own personal sex doll. ButĀ afterĀ meeting you, almost every interaction had him excusing himself to rid the hardness in his pants.
At first, he felt sort of dirty about doing it, like he was some creep like his customers. Eventually, he learned it was normal and the guilt began to fade. But the lack of guilt made the hard-ons a much more frequent occurrence.
K = Kink (One or more of his kinks)
Water Sex:Ā Finnick grew up in the fishing district so having a water sex kink is pretty plausible. Something about feeling water moving around his body and the sounds of splashing while his cock slides up into your warm tight walls in the bathtub reallygets him going. In the shower, he will have you pressed up against the glass, your breasts pushed against the cold window as his hips snap against your ass, cock plunging in and out of your pussy.
Rope Bondage: Since heās always tying knots and weaving nets, it inevitably leads him to experiment and keep you bound during sex. The sight of you tied up by his own ropes is an extreme turn-on and gives him a sense of claim over you. He can be very mocking when youāre like this, always teasing your desperation for his cock. Only once youāre a begging and whining hole-fucked mess beneath him does he finally set you free and allow you to touch him.
Public Teasing: He is the biggest tease known to man. If youāre at a public event or party, he will walk by with a devilish smirk and whisper something provocative in your ear just to see your cheeks glow a bright red before leaving again. If youāre in a crowd, he will subtly let his hand wander beneath your dress, dancing his fingers dangerously close to your already soaking hole.
You always get back at him thoughāpurposefully bending down right in front of him so his pants visibly tent from his achingly hard cock, sitting on his lap and āreadjustingā your position so he is sighing and groaning in your ear while multiple people are around. The second you both step into your house, all hell breaks loose and Finnick has to carry you everywhere the next day.
L = Location (Favourite places to have sex)
Alright so, Finnick is not big on public sex; he already has enough unwanted people watching him have sex, so he prefers doing it with you in the privacy of your homes. Every surface of your house has been victim to your and FinnickāsĀ proclivities. Like, every single surface. Sometimes you're both too horny to make it to the bed, so heāll take you on the kitchen bench, the couch, in the laundry room, against a bookcase, or even the balcony.
M = Motivation (What turns him on)
Shyness is very attractive to him, like when you are soft-spoken and practically cling to his side for comfort during conversations with other people. And when you get all quiet and tongue-tied when you ask him to touch or fuck you, heās practically throbbing and leaking with precum, especially when you ask so politely.
Then when your quiet demeanour completely flips during sex and youāre skilfully bouncing on his cock, voice dripping with seduction and telling him his cock was made for youā¦ well, it throws him over the edge.
N = No (Something he wouldnāt do, turn-offs)
Finnick is no stranger to odd requests and kinks so there isnāt much he would say no to since he trusts you. However, there are still things heās opposed toāpublic sex, anything that would cause you pain, anything that reminds him of his Capitol patrons, like, forceful behaviour and lack of consent.
O = Oral (Preference of giving/receiving, skill, etc)
He was conditioned into believing he should only give pleasure and never receive, so naturally, he acquired a liking for it. His mouth can do wonders. He knows exactly how to manoeuvre his tongue to bring you to orgasm and could spend hours between your thighs just lapping up your juices, hearing the breathy moans he creates fall from your lips.
For a while, he would reject your suggestions to give him head but eventually would allow you to. The wet heat of your mouth and saliva dribbling down your chin as your lips suctioned around cock awakened something in him. After that, it was safe to say he found an equal joy in giving and receiving.
P = Pace (Rough and fast, slow and sensual, etc)
More often than not, he prefers to take his time when fucking you. Sometimes you will be making out for an hour before anything even progresses. He makes sure your entire body is turned on and sensitive before beginning the real deal. Half-assed is not a word in the dictionary that describes Finnick Odair. If heās gonna fuck you then heās gonna fuck you right.
Thatās not to say he canāt be rougher with you, which is what leads to quickies.
Q = Quickie (His opinions on quickies, how often, etc)
Itās very rare for Finnick to actually fuck you somewhere that isnāt your house. But when youāre both feeling it in public or at a party, he will take you somewhere secluded like a closet or bathroom or empty room and well... This is when his kisses and touches become more desperate and frantic. He wonāt leave without getting you off and he knows how to do it quickly.
Usually, heāll take you from behind, simply because itās easier. Heāll leave concealable marks on your shoulders, pinch your nipples between his fingers, rub tight circles around your clit while his tip repeatedly buries deep inside your wallsāanything to get you to come hard on his cock while crying out into the hand covering your mouth. And when you get home, you best believe youāll be going for round two.
R = Risk (Is he game to experiment, do they take risks, etc)
It really depends on what youāre experimenting with. He will try out new kinks, positions, andĀ toys,Ā but he isnāt going to do anything that could potentially harm you. Threesomes would probably be a no-go for him simply because he is very monogamous and wouldnāt like the idea of another person giving you pleasure. Not that you would ever need another person anyway. I meanā¦ youāve literally gotĀ theĀ Finnick Odair.
S = Sexts (Yes? No? Pictures?)
Considering phonesāapart from landlines and stuffādonāt exist in Panem, sending nudes canāt really happen. Even if they did, Finnick wouldnāt be the type to send them. He would prefer talking to you over the phone, explaining what he wants to do to you in that low, husky tone he does. He would tell you to touch yourself and imagine heās there with you while jerking off to the sound of your pretty little moans coming through the speaker.
His words are so descriptive and alluring, if you close your eyes, itās like he is really there with you. Even listening to him read a book could make you come, and he revels with absolute joy in knowing that fact.
T = Toy (Does he own toys? Does he use them? On you or himself?)
Finnick definitely owns a few pairs of handcuffs and his own knotted ropes but wouldnāt own any toys. He would find a vibrator lying inconspicuously on your bed one time, then pretend not to see it by hiding it beneath your pillow. Later, during sex, heād suddenly pull the vibrator out and place it on your clit, causing your body to short-circuit and choke out shocked moans.
āWhaāhow did youāā
āFull of surprises, arenāt I?ā
Heād discover the vibrations on his cock added to the heavenly feeling of your wet walls fluttering around him to be extremely pleasurable. The extra stimulation would create an intense orgasm for both of you, leaving you both bed-bound for a few hours before being able to leave each other arms again. The vibrator would make many more appearances in the future.
U = Unfair (How much does he like to tease?)
As already stated, Finnick loves to tease. Some days, all he does is tease you with dirty whispers, fleeting touches, and sexual innuendos. He lives for itāmaking you so flustered you canāt even think about anything but him. The red flush of your cheeks and inability to maintain eye contact brings him gratification, especially since he knows by the end of the night, youāll be so worked up that youāll be fucking him for hours without end.
He usually prefers being in control, being the dominant one. But sometimes his teasing makes you so flustered and maddened thatĀ youĀ become the one whoās pinning his hands to the bed, telling him when and if he can come, and not allowing him to touch you as your pussy engulfs and grinds on his cock. Saying he doesnāt enjoy it would be a lie.
V = Volume (How loud is he? What sounds does he make?)
Vocal is Finnickās middle name. He doesnāt believe thereās a point to sex if youāre not showing your partner how good they are making you feel. Every sound falls unrestrained from his lips and, fuck, it is the sexiest sound to ever exist. His moans are low, a mixture of grunting and panting, and when he comes, he usually stutters out a string of curses and groans that match the rhythm of his thrusts.
Praise comes as second nature to him, and it is always sincere. He says whatever comes to mind, which is usually declarations of his love for you, describing how beautiful you look, and how amazing your pussy feels around him.
āYou like that, donāt you? Sweet girl.ā
āLook so fucking good getting yourself off on my thigh.ā
āGonna come inside you.Ā Fuck.ā
W = Wild Card (Random headcanon)
Hear me outā¦ Finnick plays for both teams. This man is literally bisexual, and I stand by this belief. As strange and awful as it sounds, I think the sex work made him realise it. Not in the sense that he enjoyed being forced to prostitute himself, but some of his patrons were men, not just women, and he realised heĀ wasĀ attracted to some of the men just like he was to some of the women.
He probably didnāt really give it too much thought and was just like āOkay, cool, I guess I like men tooā¦ anyways.āĀ He likes who he likes and is confident with his sexuality. Not a single fuck given.
X = X-Ray (Size)
Before he started āworkingāĀ in the Capitol, his cock was of average size. Nothing too special, but not small either. Just average. After Snow forced him into selling himself, he had to undergo training which included learning/mastering acts of pleasure, perfecting his physique and stamina, and yes, surgically increasing his sizeĀ down there.
Without even being halfway in, he makes you feel absolutely stuffed. It would take some time for you to adjust to his size, but once you do, oh lord, heās hitting allllll the right spots.
Y = Yearning (How high is his sex drive? How many rounds can they go? How long do they last?)
Having been used for other peopleās pleasure for years, Finnickās sex drive lowered significantly. He started to lack sexual attraction but still maintained his flirtatious and sexualised persona. When you met, he was thrown a complete curveball. Suddenly, all he could think about was what it would feel like to slip between your wet folds, to taste the juices that seeped from your entrance, and hear your whiny moans begging for more.
When you started a relationship with him, he could not get enough of you and given his stamina, youād be going forĀ hours. He couldnāt believe sex could be so enjoyable, so intimate and adoring. He thought he knew everything about sex, but you taught him that with love, it becomes so much more powerful.
Z = Zzzz (How quickly does he fall asleep afterwards)
Finnick does not get tired after sex. He just naturally has a lot of endurance; plus, he is accustomed to having to leave during the middle of the night and make his way back home from the Capitol. It takes a lot for his energy to deplete, but for some reason the sight of you asleep so peacefully next to him, looking so angelic and all fucked out makes him instinctively want to curl up and fall asleep with you in his arms.
Itās like they sayāyou get sleepy around someone you love.
ā” For starters, I definitely think he's a very gentle lover.
ā” Because of his trauma with sexual situations, he always wants to make sure he has your consent before he does literally anything.
ā” "Are you sure you wanna do this, darling?" "Does that hurt? Do you want me to stop?" "Can I touch/kiss you?", etc
ā” He always wants to make sure you're enjoying yourself, sometimes at the expense of his own pleasure. But he doesn't mind. Why would he mind it? He's making his girl feel good
ā” Finnick loves to tease. I'm sure we all know this. I mean, the way he was always extremely flirty with everyone? Cmon now.
ā” He LOVES to eat you out. The water scene? That mouth?! Tell me I'm wrong.
ā” This mans mouth would be CLAMPED around you, his tongue working wonders on you.
ā” He has two modes when it comes to oral. He's either a evil fucking tease, or an absolute hypnotized mess.
ā” If he's feeling mean, he'd use his teeth to gently sink into your inner thighs as he's slowly inching his way up. But don't think the biting stops when he DOES get there. Obv he won't hurt you, that's one thing he's always gonna refuse to do.
ā” Anyways when he does get up to your core, he's looking up at you with his beautiful sea green eyes, immediately he's eating it up like it's his last fucking meal. He ALWAYS starts off slow. Soft gentle kitten licks turns into full on devouring you.
ā” If hes in his other mode, he is gonna be so focused on you and making you feel good. His eyes would be closed, brows furrowed, tounge working some glorious magic on you. Making you feel sensations you didn't even know existed.
ā” This man is the biggest tease in the world. Heād look up at you with the most lovesick grin as he gently blows hot air on you. Heād hold your hips down as he does this. āAwww, cmon you can stay still, canāt you?ā
ā” He definitely has a praise kink, goes both ways. He mainly does the praising, but he wonāt mind if you call him a good boy every now and then.
ā” It sends him over the edge when he sees your face when you finally give in to him. āFuck, keep lookin at me like that, angel.ā
ā” SWEETEST BOY DURING AFTERCARE!! Kisses on any mark he left, running you a nice warm bath, washing your hair, whispering praise in your ear, back massages, back scratches, etc.
ā” āYou did such a good job, bub.ā āYou looked so pretty like that.ā āMy pretty baby.ā āSuch a good girl.ā, etc.
You two have sex in the arena to get back at President Snow and also because idk.
smut, public smut in a way, dom finnick
"Finnick! Is the fish almost ready?" He yells from the sand, and finnick quickly steps back and grabs all the fish on the stand behind him before walking back to the group, me following him with his spear in my hands, not only is the spear rather heavy but its taller than me, so it is a little bit of a struggle but it's okay because the walk didn't even last thirty seconds before we had a small fire going with the fish cooking over it.
As finnick twirls his spear in his hands, I quickly clench my legs shut, staring at him with my jaw open slightly.
"Are you okay? You look gobsmacked." Johanna asks as she lets out a small laugh.
"You can't tell me finnick isn't hot." I gasp, keeping my voice down because I'd only boost finnicks ego.
"I can't. He's your boyfriend. I'm your best friend. It would be a bit weird if I agreed." Johanna tells me with a smile, and I slowly nod, not taking my eyes off of Finnick who must've sensed my eyes on him, because he turns to me with a devilish look on his face as he slowly licks his lips before smirking and johanna gags.
"I can't believe they let you compete in the games together. Your PDA makes me feel sick!" She exclaims, loud enough so that finnick hears and lets out a small chuckle, and I have the idea to go stand with him, so I practically throw myself off of my sitting down position and run over to where finnick is standing, spearing fish as I stare at him amazed.
"I'm lucky the arena had something to do with water because your suit, wow." I gasp as I stare at finnicks arms, the muscles practically popping out.
"I'm the lucky one, love. I get to see your gorgeous body." He says. His hand slowly made its way to my hip, which he gently rubs, his eyes slowly flickering down to my lips, and I lean in to kiss him before Beetees voice ruins the moment.
Everyone's been asleep for an hour, finnick, and I have to stay up for another hour before our shift of watching is over, and it's honestly killing me, not because I'm tired but because how gorgeous finnick looks in the light from the moon.
"I didn't get my kiss earlier." Finnick says, his back leading against an extremely oversized rock, and I shake my head as I stand up to stretch my legs, finnick immediately stands up following me as I slowly walk along the beach front.
"Even though we're in an arena, it's oddly peaceful. The stars are beautiful." I mutter, and finnick grabs my hand and quickly spins me around, so I'm facing him and he smiles.
"Not as beautiful as you, I'd rather watch you than a million stars each night." Finnick tells me, a cheeky grin growing on his lips as my arms snake around his neck.
"A tribute could kill us right now, and I wouldn't care as long as im with you." I whisper before I kiss his lips, my lips lingering for a little longer than a normal kiss, which causes finnick to let out a low laugh.
"I'd rather not die, but I see what you're trying to say." He says before he leans in and kisses me again, slightly deeper this time as his tongue gently slides through my lips and enters my mouth, and I let out a small gasp, as my hands unravel from around his neck and make their way to his hair, which I gently tug.
"I've wanted you since the minute I saw you coming out your tube." Finnick whispers in my ear before spinning me around and guiding me behind the large rock he was leaning against earlier, and I quickly realise what he's suggesting, and I gasp.
"Finnick, we can't have sex in the middle of an arena! There's going to be cameras watching us, plus the group will hear us." I whisper in his ear.
"So you don't want to?" Finnick asks in a teasing voice and I roll my eyes.
"Of course I want to, but we could end up being punished." I state.
"And what? It's not like we're not getting out this arena together." He whispers as quietly as possible, clearly hinting at our plan.
"As long as we're quick and quiet." I whisper and finnick quickly sits on the sandy beach, his back leaning against the rock facing away from the group as he pulls me on top of him so that I'm straddling his lap as he pulls my hips closer to him so that I'm sitting ontop of his already hard dick.
"You're beautiful, you know that, right?" Finnick asks, his lips curling into a smile.
"Oh, shut up." I mumble as I begin pulling down the tight leggings all tributes had to wear this year, as finnick does the same with his, except he doesn't have to pull his down as much as I do.
"If there's a camera behind us, then they're getting a great shot of my ass." I whisper, as finnick pulls me down on his dick, making me let out a small groan as I sit at the base of his cock, my head hanging low as my mouth opens.
"Not anymore." Finnick whispers back as he pulls the ass of my leggings back up whilst he lets out a small grunt himself as I begin rocking my hips slightly.
"Who said you're in control?" Finnick asks, and I instantly stop whilst his hands make their way to my hips, slowly helping me to bounce up and down, but only doing it very slowly because if we speed up only slightly we'd both be moaning messes.
"You're so fucking hot." I mutter, my lips instantly making their way to Finnicks as he continues to bounce me up and down, both of us being in such states the kiss turns rather sloppy and messy really quick.
"I really hope no tribute finds us." I mumble against finnicks lips as he gently speeds up the rate of my bouncing, causing me to let out a rather large moan.
"I hope brutus stumbles across us. He kept eyeing you up all during training even though I made it clear you're mine." Finnick angrily whispers.
"You're my fucking girl." He grunts as his hips begin to buck up in time with my bouncing, causing my head to fall on his shoulder.
"God finnick." I quietly moan as his hands tighten on my hips at the mention of Brutus, and the thought of finnick makes me cum before finnick even can, and I gently lift myself off him so he can't cum inside of me, and finnick goes to move his hands to his dick to finish himself off himself, but I swat them away as I motion for finnick to sit up on the rock, which he doesn't protest as he quickly does it, but he stares at me confused as I sit on my knees infront of him.
"Now, what are you doing?" Finnick asks as I tuck my hair behind my ears, his eyebrows raising, and instead I say nothing and put his dick in my mouth, the sudden movement clearly taking him by shock as I stare up at him through my eyelashes, and I smile as I begin to bob my head up and down, finnicks head gently falling back as he lets out small grunts, his fingers tightly gripping the rock he sits on.
"Snow is gonna be fucking loving this." Finnick groans, his hips bucking slightly so I know he's close, so I begin to bob my head faster and faster.
"I wonder how many people are gonna be rewinding this." He then laughs, before he lets out a quiet moan as his cum fills my mouth and I swallow it without hesitation before I stand up and he stares at me in awe.
"You're amazing, y/n." He gasps before he hands up and pulls the leggings up.
This is more of me just trying to test Finnick out but it became a fic instead of a practice drabble. So, enjoy.
Summary: The Capitol watches, even when you don't want them to, they watch. In this position, with Finnick and the vulnerable way that it has you, it's the way that Capitol prefers to watch you both.
Word Count: 1.7k+
TW: Smut, forced prostitution, allusions to the Hunger Games, voyeurism, consensual but not wanted voyeurism, gets sad at the ending
Ragged moans leave your lips, muffled and shushed by the pillow that your face is being shoved into by Finnick's hand on the back of your neck. He pounds into you and through foggy ears, you can hear the low moans of the Capitol spectators up in the small balcony surrounding the stage that you two and this small mattress is placed on.
Degrading words come from Finnick, replacing the soft and sweet nothings that he would usually gift to you while making love.
Making love, this isn't what this is. This is pure and raw fucking, all for the pleasure of the Capitol assholes who had bought you two tonight. This replaced what would usually happen, with Finnick and a Capitol member or you had him with one of them, never you alone with them.
That was something that was set in place after your Victory Tour by Finnick who was nothing more than a mentor who was only a year older than you at that time.
Finnick's bruising grip on your hip tightens as your knees buckle, making you stay upright and exactly where he had placed you, making sure that the vultures got their eyes filled with you getting pounded.
The wet squelching of your cunt urged on the filthy words coming for his lips and the moans from the watchers who viewed you two from the balcony and the camera that was set in front of a projector that showed all of your reactions. Everything and anything that you felt or heard, they did too.
You were enjoying this, with much difference from the normal way that you two would have sex. With much softer touches that wouldn't leave green and purple marks for the days after or guilty looks from Finnick for even doing this to you, his cries being muffled into your shoulder and riddled with broken apologies and cursing at Snow himself.
A shocked moan comes from you as Finnick moves his hand from your neck to your clit, rubbing fast and tight circles with his other hand barely nudging from the squirming that you were doing. Only loud growled out words came from him, loud enough for the vultures to hear him and for more and more shockwaves to build in your stomach, adding to your release.
You know that as much as Finnick wants to, he won't cum with you this time around with the watchers staring at you two. You can tell, from the way that he isn't faltering to the way you throw your head back to look at him and his eyes filled with lust look apologetic with the small shake of his head.
It isn't the first time and not the last and you can't blame him for not being able to. He would make sure you would, he always did no matter what situation you two were in and no matter who was watching or not.
Even in normal circumstances, he can't.
In those circumstances where he's embracing you with everything that he has, arms curled around your frame with your heads pressed together. Soft kisses marking you instead of the rough ones from earlier that had left a batch of hickies on your skin by the ton, he can't finish sometimes. His body used to holding back, had trained itself to not do so for him to last through the multiple men and women who bought him for the night.
Your moans start to become a higher pitch and with the small camera that had been placed in front of your face to capture it all, you can hear the loud groans of the vultures when your eyes roll back and your body spasms before going completely limp.
Ragged breaths come from you and Finnick lets you down, the hand on your hip rubbing soothing circles into your worn-out body and the inevitable bruise with its thumb. And ever so slowly, Finnick pulls out of you, and both of your hope that no one can tell that he hadn't cum, not that they would truly care other than the fact that they didn't get to see you spilling with the Captiol's golden boy's cum.
Ever so softly, Finnick places a kiss on the back of your head before turning you over and you see that he had already tugged his pants back on, this routine being a sixth sense to him for how long he had been through this vicious cycle. He gave you a small and reassuring smile. He leans down and grabs the blanket that he threw off of the small mattress and throws it over your body.
Finnick scoops you into his arms and you snuggle into his chest. "Are you alright?" He asks and you look up at him and nod. He does so as well before placing another kiss on your head.
Footsteps come your way and you don't look in that direction, too tired and worn out to do much of anything but bask in the warmth of Finnick's arms.
The footsteps stop right in front of you two and you can almost feel the annoyance bubbling in Finnick despite the smile that was most likely painted on his face. "Well wasn't that quite the show," the voice trills, a slight trace of breathlessness can tell you that he had enjoyed himself enough.
Perhaps he was the one who had paid to have you two make the so-called show in the first place.
You can practically feel his smile, so bright that without even looking at him you want to shun your eyes from his canvas of a face. "Perhaps something private would be much better, how does that sound?" The man asks and you almost groan out loud, you were already worn out from Finnick.
Even then, you didn't think you couldn't sleep after not getting any last night when one of them had touched you. Finnick was around as the deal between him and Snow had said but it still made your skin crawl with a certain sickness that made you restless throughout the night. Finnick would try and help you sleep, stories from when he was young that still made you laugh after so many times hearing him tell them and the way that he would hold onto you in the quiet of the night. Everything would be still for once, nothing coming to drag you somewhere you didn't want, either that be a knife in your hand or someone else pinning you to a bed.
Finnick understood that, even hours after, you couldn't sleep with the traces of their skin against your own. His own skin crawled with new and old feelings of Capitol members touching him and petting his skin even when they weren't paid. It had gotten worse after it had gotten out that the other female Victor of District 4 was an option along with Finnick, sold separately or in a package together.
You could feel Finnick nod, his grip tightening harder on you, pushing your head closer to his neck. You moved away your head from his ear as much as possible, yawning as exhaustion weighed down on your body.
Tucking your head back into his neck, you could feel him smile and you weren't sure if it was because of your movement or if it was forced, just as charming and sweet as the Capitol wanted him to be. "That sounds good," he said and you heard the other man hum in joy, your eyes widening, getting prepared for another night full of restlessness.
Your hand grasped for something to hold onto, trying to find anything else but the blanket around you for a peace of mind. "But I have to get this one to bed." He carefully nodded at you, trying not to jostle you too much. "All tuckered out you see," he added quickly, rubbing a hand up and down your side and you hoped that he couldn't feel the heat of your blush against his neck along with the relieved sigh that came from you.
A sound came from the Capitol man, one of faux understanding, excepting the excuse this time. "Can't blame the little thing," he said, his voice becoming sickly sweet and you forced yourself not to bring when his finger brushed over your cheek. "Next time maybe?"
You hoped not but it was clear that he wanted something, something that you would both have to take no matter what. "We'll see," Finnick said simply before turning around and heading for the secret elevator that you both used last time.
You could feel yourself starting to be lulled into sleep, even with the horrible touch of that Capitol man still feeling like acid on your skin. With Finnick still rubbing circles into your skin, the stinging feeling reduces to an annoying pinch of pain.
Neither of you talks, usually never do after things like these.
Things like these where both of you are put on display for entertainment, the Capitol vultures watching as he fucks you and getting themselves while watching, betting against each other on who would try and buy you two afterward. Someone would always win and you would be pinned under someone else while Finnick would watch, you would regret the deal that Finnick had made with the pure pain behind his eyes watching as you get touched by someone unwanted.
Finnick had once shared that he would picture ripping the people off of you while they touched you, saving you from the life that both of you were forced to live. For that night in the Capitol, you didn't have to experience restless nights before. He worried about those nights, especially after that one time you had forced yourself awake after an entire week in the Capitol.
You look up at Finnick as best as you can, barely seeing his eyes but you can tell that their misty with unshed tears that he's forcing himself to hold back.
Moving yourself a bit, you tried to look him in the eyes but Finnick only turned his head away. A sad frown settled on your lips and you only settled back into his arms, gasping in slight pain when his fingers slightly nudged the forming bruise on your hip.
"I'm sorry sweetheart," he said and all you could do was nuzzle into his neck, hoping that the slight comfort he would allow was enough to tide him over until you two got back into your room. Guilt would eat him alive until you could fully show him that you were alright but for now, you could only do so much.
summary: you are a victor from district four, having just ended your first victory tour. after being confronted by president snow, you have no choice but to lose your virginity. luckily, your previous mentor is willing to provide some guidance.
pairing: finnick odair x reader
warnings: mentions of forced prostitution, angst, gentle smut, loss of virginity, fingering, lots of consent, praise, happy but also unhappy ending??, reader takes contraceptives.
notes: iāve recently found that iām incapable of writing short smut one shots soā¦ iām sorry yāall. love describing every detail too much.
word count: 6.8k
Your hands were clasped over the balcony railing of the penthouse you were spending the night in, the vibrant artificial lights of the Capitol burning your retinas as you overlooked the city. You had finally completed your first Victory Tour and were offered one more night in the Capitol to enjoy its āluxuryā and āgenerosityā before returning to District Four in the morning.
For the past two weeks, you had read fabricated speeches to each District, resurfacing both your trauma from the Games and the families of the tributes you had murdered in the arena. The toll it was taking on you was heavy, but you managed to put on a splitting grin for every interview, speech, and disturbing congratulation. But not for your previous mentor, Finnick Odair.
Finnick had been there for you through the whole nightmare, even during the week before your Games. His support was unwavering which was one of the many reasons you had managed to survive from the moment you were Reaped to the end of the Tour. It was hard to tell when his mentorship had turned into something more complicated, but it had. It had become more about feelings than simply survival. Not a relationship per se, but not just a friendship either. You teetered on the line between the two, never crossing it and never discussing the fact that you were both aware of it either.
For six whole months.
When the final destination of the Tour cameāthe grand celebration at President Snowās mansionāFinnick had told you it was the easiest part. All you had to do was manage a happy face, mingle with obnoxious Capitol citizens, and eat an abhorrent amount of food. He would have been right if you were a different person. If President Snow hadnāt demanded your singular presence at the end of the night.
You exhaled a shaky breath, watching the white mist drift into the light-polluted sky. The Presidentās words bounced around your head: Desirableā¦ Customers... Family. The conversation played on a loop in your mind. You could remember the repugnant smell of roses, the overwhelming whiteness in the room, and the way his too-pleasant face lit up as fireworks exploded outside the window.
Shivers trickled down your spine, forming goosebumps that were borderline painful. The fact that you were on the ninetieth floor and wearing flimsy pyjama shorts and a thin long-sleeve shirt wasnāt helping either. The crisp wind blew against your body, but you had no intentions of moving to seek warmth. It felt appropriate to stay in the cold when your body would soon know nothing but unwelcome heat.
So lost in your spiralling thoughts, you failed to notice as another body silently took up space beside yours, warming up the side of your arm. This heat was welcome.
āPretty cold out here.ā
A startled gasp escaped your mouth. You straightened up and turned to the owner of the voice, only to find Finnick leaning against the railing, forearms over the edge the same as you.
āSorry.ā He chuckled. āI know my presence can be a little breathtaking sometimes. Nice shorts by the way.ā
He turned his head turned to you, revealing his infamous flirtatious smirk. The dimples in his cheeks were prominent and charming. His bronze hair was perfectly dishevelled as usual, as if someone had purposefully placed each strand to give him the āsexy bed hairā look. He was still wearing his white button-up and black trousers; the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows and a few buttons were undone, revealing his toned chest. The outfit had been accessorised with a metallic golden corset-like belt among other decorations that made him fit in with the Capitol crowd, but he must have taken them off. Now the outfit sort of resembled one that a boy would wear to a Reaping. Simple yet formal. Still gorgeous, not that he needed reminding.
Normally, you would retort with a snarky remark or, on the off occasion, flirt back, but instead, you resumed your previous position over the railings. You werenāt immune to Finnickās charms; you praised anyone who was. You would usually be internally swooning at the sight of him, especially with the way he looked right now and his obvious flirting. But this night was much different. Flirting and swooning were at the back of your mind. All you could think about was your interaction with the president; the way his guards manhandled and escorted you to his study. The conversation that destroyed your hopes of a peaceful future.
Desirable. One word that sent ice coursing through your veins. Or snow, to be more poetic.
āI donāt think youāve said a word since we got back,ā said Finnick, still a hint of playfulness in his tone. He watched your gazeāeyes distant though not really seeing. It was clear something was wrong, so he continued, this time more softly. āYou were gone during the fireworks.ā
You remained unmoving, staring straight ahead at the city. Only when he uttered your name did he finally gain your attention. As you turned your head to face him, tears began to well up in your eyes.
Finnick noticed the silent distress in your expression and straightened up his stance. He towered over you, brows knitted together whilst his sea-green eyes flickered across your face, looking as if pieces were slowly falling together in his mind.
āHe spoke with you, didnāt he?ā he said. āSnow.ā
To answer his question for you, a tear escaped your eye, but you were quick to swipe it away with a sniffle.
Your arms wound around your torso, hugging yourself as the words began flowing. āAfter I won my Games, when I was being crowned, he said something to me that I didnāt really understand." Your voice was gentle, just above a mere whisper. āMonths passed and Iād forgotten all about it. Until now at least. He told meā¦ā You swallowed the ache in your throat. āHe told me, āI have big plans for you, Miss (L/N). I think you will be a very valuable asset to the Capitol citizens.āā
Finnickās face had melted into an unreadable expression. His entire body turned to stone; it was like he was a marble statue portraying a Greek God. All of a sudden, he was sixteen again. He was in Snowās study, being told that if he didnāt cooperate and essentially sell himself to the Capitol, his family would pay the price. And they did.
With a sad smile, you whispered, āI know what he meant now.ā
Something inside him snapped and he broke from his stupor.
āNo.ā He vigorously shook his head. āHe canāt do that. You canāt. Iāll go to him andāfuck!ā His hand ran through his hair, making it even more dishevelled. The bright lights from the city were reflecting off his eyes, revealing the shine that was starting to gloss over them. āI can fix this for you, I swear Iāllā"
āFinnick.ā
āHeās a fuckingāā
āFinnick.ā The plea in your voice ceased his panicked movements. He just stood there, looking completely and utterly helpless. You both did. Another tear slipped down your cheek as you stared at him, your voice wavering as you asked, āCan you hold me?ā
He let out a breath as if the air had been knocked from his lungs and in one fell swoop, he stepped forward and pulled you into his arms. Silent tears began to flow more heavily, saturating his white shirt which he held you tightly against. There was a hand wrapped protectively around your lower back and another stroking the hair flowing over your neck.
You were certain Finnick let a few tears slip too because you could feel the cold breeze nip at the top of your head the slightest bit more. He mumbled the words āIām so sorryā over and over into your hair but you just shook your head. You told him it wasnāt his fault, but he wouldnāt accept it. He had told you months ago about his arrangement with Snow. You couldnāt have imagined what it was like for him then, but you would be able to now. You would know every single little detail.
His embrace tightened as you turned your head and pressed your ear to his thumping chest.
The tears had stopped, and you managed to find your voice again. āSnow threatened to kill my family. What if the customers donāt think Iām good enough and he takes it out on them? I mean, I donāt have any experience.ā
You remained silent, awaiting his response. When the hand stroking your hair halted, you realised your mistake. You realised what you had just admitted to him and mentally kicked yourself. Repeatedly.
Finnick moved both hands onto your forearms, gently pushing you away from him to get a clear view of your face. The surprise in his expression was enough to make you want to jump over the balcony ledge in embarrassment.
āYouāre a virgin?ā
Hearing the words out loud would have sent you over the edgeāliterallyāif Finnickās large hands werenāt wrapped around your arms. You tried to turn away from him, but his grip was unshakeable. Your eyes began to water again, and you felt pathetic.
āHey,ā he said tenderly as he tried to regain your eye contact. āItās not a bad thing.ā
Your distraught red-rimmed eyes snapped back to him. āNot a bad thing? Of course itās a bad thing, Finnick! I have to give my body to a stranger despite never even having my first kiss! Let alone sex!ā As you said the words, the full reality of your situation began to set in. Panic turned to sadness as you realised yet again, the Capitol was taking another innocence you thought was your own to give away. You looked down, your tone becoming quieter. āI thought my first time would be special. Or at least with someone I loved.ā
God, you felt so embarrassed admitting that to him. Sure, a lot of your conversations were flirty and full of sensual banter. Sex, however, was not a topic that came up very frequently. You would never want to accidentally cross a line with Finnick, especially given what Snow forced upon him. So you liked to avoid the subject as much as possible. Now, it was inescapable.
He released his grip and sighed heavily, looking out toward the view as if he were deep in thought. The vivid city lights cast an unnatural hue on his usually golden-tanned skin; even now the Capitol was changing him into something he wasnāt. His eyes shut for a quick second before he reopened them and looked back at you. The only time he had looked this serious was the morning of your Games and the night you returned. It was a little intimidating.
His jaw ticked and his gaze bore down into your own. āSweetheart, Iām going to ask you something,ā he began, āand I want you to know you do not have to say āyesā if you donāt want to, okay?ā
Alright, now he was really starting to scare you.
āOkay,ā you said warily.
The hardness on his face remained for a moment longer, but then his expression softened and became the most vulnerable you had ever seen.
His voice was gentle. āDo you want me to take your virginity?ā
*************
You were sat on the edge of Finnickās bed, toying with the black satin sheets with a frown. Your room didnāt get satin sheets. It was probably one of the benefits of being the CapitolĀ Darling.Ā Not that you envied him very much. He would probably be content with sleeping on a dirt floor if it meant he got his autonomy back.
Finnick was in the bathroom doing God knows what. You werenāt sure if he was trying to make himself more presentable or hyping himself up to have sex with you. The latter worried you. The last thing you wanted was to pressureĀ himĀ into something he didnāt want to do. Then again, he was the one who asked.
After you had told him āYes, pleaseā, he had tentatively but oh-so-gently taken your hand in his and guided you inside and to his room. Neither of you had spoken along the way; you just walked in silence toward something that would either ruin or deepen your relationship. Despite being two victors, this was still a mentor making sure his tribute stayed alive.
You heard the bathroom door slide open and looked up to see Finnick standing outside the door. Shirtless, pants still on, and towel in hand. It took everything in you to not stare at his perfectly sculptured torso, his equally toned arms, or his broad and muscular shoulders. Instead, your eyes met his for a split second before you returned to the satin sheets.
Blood rushed to your head and everything felt too real. Finnick Odair was standing before you, looking like an angel and willing to fuā
āYouāre allowed to look, you know,ā he chuckled.
But your gaze remained on the bed.
āI donāt want to make you feel uncomfortable.ā
āYou wonāt.āā He spread the towel on the bed, positioning it in the middle. Then he stopped his movements as he realised what you meant. āItās not like that. Iām not being forced to do this. I want to.ā
Your head snapped up and your heart leapt as those three words left his lipsāI want to. For a second, you believed him, but then reasoning came to deflate your hopefulness.
āYou wouldnāt want to if I werenāt in this situation.ā
He let go of the towel, sitting down mere inches beside you, his eyes amused despite the solemn context. āAnd how do you know that?ā
āBecauseā¦ā you trailed off, searching your brain for an explanation only to find none. āBecause.ā
He smirked. āWe need to work on your argumentative skills, sweetheart.ā
A small smile worked its way across your lips. He returned it with a comforting smile of his own, though the sense of playfulness never left. It never really did and that was one of the things you admired most about him. Even in the darkest of situations, he was able to provide some light.
Rosy heat crept into your cheeks and you were forced to break eye contact again. Hiding how much he affected you was pointless now; if this was going to work out, you needed to be vulnerable with him. With each other. You looked down at the space between your bodies. His hand was resting on the bed beside him and soon enough, it was slowly creeping across the sheets over to your own. He gently brushed his fingers across your knuckles before sliding his hand beneath your palm and interlocking it with yours. You couldnāt help but notice how small your hand looked compared to his, feeling butterflies flutter around your stomach at the small observation.
The both of you silently watched your intertwined hands. That is until Finnick decided to speak up.
āI would,ā he said ambiguously, caressing the side of your hand with his thumb. āI would still want to. Even in different circumstances.ā
The blush on your face reddened even more; your cheeks were on fire at this point.Ā Even in different circumstances.Ā Was that his way of confessingā¦ that he did have feelings for you? It wasnāt exactly explicit, but it was certainly implied. Oh god, you didnāt know what to think.
You didnāt bother to reply; words probably would have failed you anyway. You just gave his hand a slight squeeze in acknowledgementāwell, it was more in appreciation. It was obvious how hard he was trying to make you feel comfortable, but no matter how hard he tried, you couldnāt shake the nerves that were rattling your entire being.
Sex was a pretty big milestoneāto you, at leastāand here you were, on the precipice with someone you trusted with your life. Did you love Finnick? You werenāt sure. What you did know was that your feelings for him were deep, and even though neither of you had ever clearly confessed to each other, you knew he felt something for you too. Which made everything all the more daunting.
āAre you nervous?ā he asked softly.
You nodded.
āWe still donāt have to do this if you donāt want to.ā
You shook your head, lifting your gaze to his. āNo, Iāā
His eyebrows pulled inwards, awaiting your answer. His eyes were so inviting and full of understanding, if you hadnāt lost the ability to form full sentences, you would have found yourself spilling all your secrets to him. He was so patient with you. SoĀ good. You had to rethink your uncertainty about loving him.
āIā¦ā you tried again. Your eyes flickered back and forth from his sea-green eyes to his soft, pink lips. As shameful as it felt to admit, you had imagined what it would feel like to have his lips on yours many times before. Usually right before you went to sleep. Never would you have thought the day would come when it would actually happen.
He was still caressing the side of your palm, silently reassuring you, encouraging you to communicate with him. You sighed, closing your eyes. If he wanted you to communicate, then you would.
āFinnick,ā you whispered. āKiss me.ā
Your words drifted into the air, stilling everything in the roomāthe air, Finnickās hand. Your heart. He just stared at you, unblinking, unmoving, like someone had hit pause on the television at the tensest moment. The tension was tearing you apart and you almost got up and left the room. But you didnāt. Because suddenly, the sides of your face were cupped by large hands and his lips were on yours.
Finnick Odair was kissing you.
His lips pressed against yours once more in one long close-mouthed kiss before leaving again. Shock came and left within seconds and you found the courage to copy his actions. Your lips locked perfectly onto his, remaining still, enjoying the pressure and tingly warmth of simply having them connected. Then your lips moved to kiss him again. And again, and again until soon enough, his tongue had slyly slid into your mouth and you had somehow instantaneously become a master at French kissing.
This kiss felt familiar, despite it being your first. Like something you had done millions of times before, but only with him. Like having his lips on yours was the most natural thing to ever exist.
A hand moved onto your waist and suddenly you were being pulled onto his lap, legs straddling his lap. Your hands fell on his chest, mindlessly wandering and feeling the toned muscles ripple underneath your palms as he pulled you closer by the neck to deepen the kiss. Damn the people of the Capitol, but they were right to say he was an incredible kisser.
āFinn,ā you huffed in between kisses, āhave you got a rock in your pants?ā
He pecked your lips once more with a smirk, resting his forehead against yours as you both attempted to catch your breaths. āNo,ā he chuckled. āIāve just got a beautiful girl on my lap.ā
Your eyes opened to see him grinning at you with mischief.Ā Oh.
āIs that okay?ā he asked.
You nodded jerkily. āYeāYes, thatās okay.ā
āOkay, good.ā
Biting your lip, you looked down between your bodies. Curiously, you rocked your hips along the length of his lap once, earning a quiet grunt from him.
He tucked a lock of hair behind your ear. āCareful,ā his voice was low, tempting.
And of course, in full defiance, you did it again. His warning was a bluff. He made no real action to prevent you from grinding any further on his erection, so you kept moving, and he kept revealing how good it made him feel. The thin fabric of your shorts created a little barrier between his hard lap and the growing sensitivity between your thighs.
Meanwhile, you found yourself never wanting to be parted from Finnickās lips. With every rock of your hips, your hands ran over every inch of his upper body, eventually settling in his hair. The way he kissed reminded you of stories of District Twelve. A district full of hunger and desperation. Only what Finnick was craving wasnāt the fullness of food in his stomach, but the desire to devour you whole. To ravage you. And by God, would you give anything to satiate him.
Forget what you thought before. This wasnāt just a victor keeping his tribute alive. As clear as the sea on a sunny day, this was a man giving himself over to a woman he loved. You. Finnick loved you.
When you pulled back to tentatively lift your shirt over your head, his eyes stayed on yours. Your breasts were literallyĀ bareĀ and he just continued to scan the features of your face. However, you did notice the subtle shift in his breathing.
āYouāre so beautiful,ā he murmured, stroking the side of your breast.
A shy, cheek-warming smile crept on your face and then suddenly, Finnick was rolling you over. Your head fell back onto the soft silk pillows, Finnick hovering above you. This position remained for a long while, the time spent simply kissing each other, alternating between deep tongue-filled kisses and soft sweet pecks. There were moments when you both stopped to flirt or giggle. These were the times you entirely forgot the whole reason you were doing this in the first place.
It was just you and Finnick. Two new lovers in a perfect world.
After a while, your lips had swollen with warm, passionate heat. You were flushed and you didnāt even need to look to know your hair was already a tangled mess. But you didnāt care.
One of Finnickās hands had begun to wander down your stomach, breaking the established pattern of merely making out. You knew what was coming and surprisingly, you werenāt afraid. Unlike outside the penthouse apartment, there was no danger. Not in this room, in this bed, or in the hands that caressed you. He grazed across the skin beneath your belly button, causing your body to flinch up into his.
Of course, he smirked at thatāthe smug asshole.
He returned to your lips before lowering down to your neck and sucking soft, red marks into your fragile skin. His fingers found the edge of your waistband. At this point, you were already breathing like a marathoner.
His lips detached from your neck. āCan Itouch you?ā
āYes, please,ā you breathed.
As he travelled down, down beneath your waistband, he pecked your reddened lips once more. A soft gasp escaped you and warmth tingled between your thighs. His fingers were gentle as he began circling that sweet, sensitive spot only you had ever touched. Having someone else touch you felt so much more different, so much more exquisite. Your body responded to his touch immediately, hips following each movement of his fingers, breaths quickening in pace.
Finnick gazed down at you, observing each pleasured twist of your expression. He began to pick up the pace as he noticed your body familiarising itself with the sensation. More pressure was applied and the gasps leaving your mouth were gradually turning into quiet moans.
āThis feel okay?ā he asked. Obviously, he knew the answer, but after years of having others take advantage of him, he couldnāt help but want to hear your willingness. Your consent.
But you werenāt sure if the words could form. Everything felt like it was vibrating. All you could do was focus on the pleasure his fingers were building.
āCome on, sweetheart. You can tell me.ā
His voice had taken on that seductive purr he was well-known for and you just couldnāt deny him. It took everything inside you to muster up the words. āItāit feels so good.ā
He smiled and pressed a kiss to your forehead. The gesture was so sweet, you could have cried. So sweet even with his hand stroking between your legs and his hard cock pressing against your thigh. Time slowed as his fingers sped up. Muscles in your stomach were tightening. Your insides were churningānot like when you first entered your Gamesā arena, but in the best way possible. It was a sensation you had never felt before, but before it could build any more, Finnickās hand stilled. And you genuinely whined at the loss of friction.
Then his hand moved even lower, resting a singular finger over your slick entrance. Your eyes were wide, unsure of how to feel with the sudden turn of events.
Finnickās eyes flickered between your own. "You trust me?ā
You werenāt sure if an easier question existed. āI do.ā
And his lips were on yours again, deep and sensual. His tongue rolled over your own, pushing forward and then retreating in a perfect rhythm. He almost successfully distracted you from the feeling of his middle finger sinking into you knuckle-by-knuckle. Some sort of sound resembling a mix of discomfort and surprise vibrated in your throat as his finger bottomed out.
There wasnāt much pain. It was just an odd feeling.
Your lips parted from his and he looked down at you, his eyes holding an immense amount of security as he communicated through your shared gaze.
Does it hurt?
You gave him a gentle smile.Ā No. Keep touching me.
He returned your smile with a grin.Ā Gladly.
His buried finger curled, shooting a sharp pang up into your stomach which caused your back to arch up against his bare torso. Whether you considered it painful or pleasurable was uncertain. Perhaps a mix of both. He did it again. This time you settled on describing it as a tight twinge in your lower stomach which sent a wave of chills down your legs.Ā Definitely pleasurable. Only, he stopped indulging you with the sensation after the second time.
Instead, you felt another finger slowly slip inside you and whimpered. Now that hurt. You felt your inner walls stretch with the second addition and it stung. Especially when he began to scissor his fingers inside you. This was him preparing you for the real deal. How you were supposed to have Finnick inside you when just his fingers had you stuffed was incomprehensible. But you allowed him to keep going, trying to enjoy the comforting kisses he pampered onto you.
āYouāre doing so well, sweetheart,ā he said.
Your hands moved to push back his messy bronze hair as he hovered above you. His dimples deepened with a grin and you swore you would endure any pain to keep them etched on his face. After he deemed you stretched out enough, he slowly rose to his knees, unbuttoning his trousers and throwing them aside. You couldnāt do anythingĀ butĀ stare. He wasnāt wearing anything underneath.
The way you gulped was almost cartoonish. How the hell was he supposed toĀ fit? You had never seen a man naked beforeāyou werenāt even sure Finnick was human. He had a body sculptured by the Gods, a face carved by angels, and aā¦ well, letās just say he didnāt disappoint in any other areas. You werenāt sure if the smug look on his face was real or a carefully curated mask created for his Capitol customers. By the way it quickly washed away, you could tell it was the latter.
He began sliding your shorts down your legs, tossing them to the floor. Suddenly, you felt extremely vulnerable. Almost inferior. Your knees fell together, concealing the most private part of yourself from him. You avoided his gaze, cheeks becoming red and hot as he observed your naked frame. He had a way of looking at you as if you were a long-forgotten masterpiece, rediscovered from centuries of being lost. No one had looked at you like that before him.
Gently, he pried apart your legs and you didnāt bother trying to resist. Only when he descended and settled between your legs did the insecurity dwindle into the background of your mind. Your naked bodies were hot against each other. His weight pinned you against the bed. Everything that was yours touched all that was his. You thought this experience would feel like a dream, but it all felt so real. You were nervous, you were trembling, and your breaths were shaky.
Finnick was quick to recognise the nervousness radiating off you. His arm curled beneath you, somehow pulling you even closer, meanwhile, his other arm rested beside your head. He brushed strands of hair away from your face, soothing you with his tender touch.
āTell me to stop and I will.ā
You nodded. You wanted thisāwanted Finnick. It was just the anticipation that was killing you. Your thighs squeezed his sides to tell him you were ready. For a few moments longer, he restarted the pattern of sweet kisses, rolling tongues, and the warmth of blood rushing to your head. His hand was caressing your cheek; yours were splayed on his back, gliding over the rippled muscles.
Then finally, he shifted, his hand moving south to align himself with your entrance. All you could do was watch his focused expression. This was the moment. The threshold of your relationship would be ĀĀcrossed as soon as he pushed forward. There was no one else you wanted to share the experience with because you knew this wasnāt just sex. Not for him or for you; it was more than that. Something bordering spiritual, breaking the bounds of physical pleasure and entering into a deep emotional connection. Something no paying customer of the Capitol could provide.
He was gazing down at you, half-cradling your head as he began to say, āAre you suā" But before he could finish, you had pressed your lips to his, answering his question. You were sure. He nodded in response.
His eyes were hesitant he began to push his tip between your folds. Your fingers dug into his back, more from anxiety than anything else. It became a game of stopping and starting as he moved deeper inside inch-by-inch, allowing your walls time to adjust around him. Never had you seen someoneās face filled with so many emotionsāconcentration, controlled gratification, affection. So many feelings twisted his expression. Meanwhile, yours held only one. Discomfort. He was so big; you felt like you were being split apart and he wasnāt even fully inside yet.
Finally, when his pelvis connected with yours, you exhaled a heavy breath. It hurt. Bad. Finnick had the right idea to lay down a towel because you definitely needed it. He had you filled to the brim, stretched out and stuffed. Even the slightest shift in his position had your hands flying to his shoulders in pain.
āAre you alright?ā he asked.
āYes, justāā You bit your lip in an attempt to suppress a whimper. āJust go slow.ā
He nodded. You smiled. Then for some odd reason, you laughed. And then so did he. Finnickās face fell into the crook of your neck, muffling his boyish laughs into your skin. The added movements had your insides dully aching, but you didnāt pay it much attention. The moment was so innocently intimate that you wanted to stay in it forever. He lifted his head to press his grinning lips to yours and the laughter began to dissipate. Your mouths moved slowly together, full of heat and fervent emotion, and suddenly, Finnickās body began to move too.
Careful as not to harm you, he slid himself backward in one slow motion and then pushed forward again in another. Pain stung at your inner walls and your lips left his as a gasp escaped your mouth. You were tempted to close your eyes whilst riding out the discomfort but couldnāt bring yourself to look away from Finnickās face. He was so mesmerizingly beautiful.
His cheeks were a baby pink. Lips were a rosy red. There was a thin sheen covering his forehead, slightly wrinkled by his furrowed brows. Those messy bronze locks you adored so much fell in strands across his forehead. The evident concentration and care on his face just made him look all the more picturesque.
While you admired his features, you started to notice the pain accompanying his slow thrusts was becoming more tolerable. There was still a sting, but also a dull twinge in your stomach that had you biting your bottom lip. It felt sort ofā¦ nice. And you wanted to experiment with that feeling.
Your hands were hooked around his shoulders. āFaster.ā
Are you sure?Ā His lustful eyes spoke.
You pulled him back down to your mouth.Ā Absolutely.
And so, his hips started to rock back and forth at a faster pace. You could feel yourself clench around his cock from the change of rhythm but forced yourself to relax. He thrust in and out, rubbing against the ripples of your walls, tip brushing at a spot inside you that was anything but pain. That is what you focused onāthat one sweet spot.
Time went on and he gradually increased his speed. Your lips were swollen and red, no doubt from the way he would nip and suck on your bottom lip in between each flick of his tongue. His breaths were coming out louder, heavier, as were your own. Soon enough, you were in a rhythm that was both pleasurable for him and for you. The pain lingered but it was no longer unbearable. A shudder ran down your body and your pussy fluttered around him. Finnick broke away from your lips with a breathy groan that you swore you could feel in the pit of your stomach.
āFuck,ā he breathed.
His thrusts became a little faster, a little more painful. A hand slipped down between your bodies and the pain faded quicker than it came. He was rubbing circles around your clit, occasionally running his fingers across it which caused you to lurch upward. All of a sudden, you came to the realisation that everything bad that had been clouding your mind had disappeared. The ache, the confrontation with Snow. Everything. The only thing you could focus on was the pleasure slowly building between your thighs and in your stomach. And Finnick. His tantalising eyes. His wicked mouth. His throbbing cock.
People always said your first time would be horrible; this was anything but. Maybe it had to do with the fact that youā¦ loved him? Yeah, you loved him. Also because he was something of an expert at sex. You were in a pretty unlucky predicament but having Finnick willingly fucking you was a blessing.
His fingers were relentless, applying the perfect amount of pleasure that had you writhing beneath him. And added with the sensation of his cock repeatedly hitting that spot inside you, your uneven breaths turned into soft moans. He fucked, he rubbed, he nipped and sucked at the delicate skin of your neck. Heat was enveloping your entire body.
āFinnick,ā you moaned.
āI know, sweetheart. I know.ā His voice was strained and hoarse.
His hand left your clit, hooking around your thigh, and curling it around his back so he could thrust even deeper. He restarted his rhythm of rubbing circles, but his thrusts felt different. Instead of just brushing that sensitiveness deep inside you, he was mercilessly hitting it. Over and over. Your moans were louder now; Finnick was more vocal too, grunting and occasionally uttering words of praise.
This went on for a while. His stamina was incredibleāif you had a moment to think, you would have realised the depressing reasoning behind it. But you couldnāt think at all. Your heel was digging into his back; nails scratching at his skin. Both of you had a layer of sweat covering your bodies, skin wet, slapping and sliding over one another. Your pheromones had filled the room with the smell of sex, driving your need to finish.
Finnickās mouth had been everywhere at this point. Your lips, your neck, shoulders, and breasts. Everywhere except your pussy, not that it really mattered anymore.
It was hard for you to comprehend how fucking amazing the sensations you felt were. There was heat and pressure pooling in your stomach, increasing at a slow pace, and growing more powerful by the minute. Finnickās hips moved at a steady pace, but his hand had begun to slow. EvenĀ heĀ had to succumb to fatigue at some point. He sounded like he had run for miles though was obviously pushing himself on for your benefit.
Instead of ceasing his tiring hand movements entirely, he switched hands. And that was when the heat in your stomach turned into a blazing inferno. He was much faster now. Applied more pressure. Your head fell back against the pillow with a cry. His cock wasĀ throbbingĀ inside you at the sound.
āThat feel good? Huh?ā he practically moaned.
He left kisses across the stretch of your neck, running his tongue over the skin and leaving behind red marks.
āYes!ā you cried out.
Your entire body felt like it was being dipped into a white-hot flame of pleasure and the feeling was only increasing. It was clear Finnick felt the same way. His thrusts were becoming more frantic, he was cursing left and right, and he was practically pulsing inside you.
The heat in your stomach was overwhelming but you needed more.
āFinnick, I feelāI feelāā You couldnāt describe even it.
Your half-lidded needy eyes met his. Something about him saying those words sent a wave of acceleration through your body. You hadnāt known what the edge was until you were on the brink of coming, and there was no stopping it. His cock plunged in and out, pushing deep inside you, practically rocketing your orgasm to the surface with each thrust. His fingers moved at such an intense pace you didnāt even know was physically possible.
As your eyes fluttered shut, your mouth fell open and every frantic breath, moan, and cry was able to escape. Finnick had the same problem. Fuck, he sounded so sexy, it only spurred you on.
Then it hit you all at once. āFuā"
Every inch of your body tensed. You were sent into a space where white noise filled your hearing and bliss was all you knew. No pain. No sadness. Just ecstasy. Electric sparks jolted up and down your body, rising to your head, and causing you to see stars behind your closed eyes. Your moans were uncontrollable and desperate, voicing Finnickās name over and over.
His thrusts were frenzied and sloppy, prolonging your orgasm as long as he could. He had lifted your lower back into an arch, enhancing the sensation coursing through your body. Your walls were clenching and pulsing around him, so much that he was abruptly thrown into his own high. His hips stuttered and eventually, his cock filled you as deep as he could, spurting out warm strings of white that coated your inner walls.
He collapsed on top of you, face buried in the crook of your neck. Your fingers wound into his hair, clinging to him as the aftershocks of your orgasm ravaged your body. Legs trembling and mouth panting, you lay there allowing yourself to regain your breath and ability to move.
After pressing a lazy kiss to your neck, Finnick slid off you, falling onto the bed beside you. Hopefully the towel was enough to save the silk sheets.
Now that you were resting, exhaustion had the chance to cloud your mind. You werenāt sure what the customs were after sexāwhether you made conversation or simply went to sleep. The latter sounded pretty good though. A warm hand slipped beneath your back, turning your body sideways and pulling you so you were half strewn across Finnickās chest and legs. You made no effort to resist.
Eyes closed, you listened to the heart beating inside his ribs. Thrumming intensely though starting to return to a normal rate.
āAre you okay?ā he asked with a murmur, sounding utterly drained.
His thumb drew gentle patterns on the skin of your waist.
You nodded against his chest, remaining silent. After a little while you finally decided to speak. āIām glad it was you.ā And then after a few more moments of silence, you added, āI wish it was just you.ā
You felt him press his lips to the top of your head. A long and emotional kiss. The whole reasoning behind losing your virginity returned to mind. It felt heavy, weighing down the atmosphere in the room. No matter how hard you tried to deny it, what was coming was inevitable. You wouldnāt get to stay with Finnick in this bed. You wouldnāt get to belong to him, or he you. You both belonged to the Capitol. To Snow. No matter how much you wished to belong to each other.
Reasons I believe Beth and Daryl were intended to be a romantic pairing
30 Days Without An Accident 4x1, Daryl's "It's a damn romance novel" comment. Sure, can be played off like teasing, a little bit of jealousy. But the point is, he notices Beth's relationship with Zach. And for some reason cares enough to comment on it.
30 Days Without An Accident 4x1, the hug. Not just that there was a hug, but that they didn't end the scene with the hug. They ended the scene with Beth's sleeve falling off her shoulder and show her putting it back on, and end with their eye contact after that. If this was meant to be brother/sister, or platonic, vibes then why emphasize an erogenous zone like that? That would be creepy. The writers intended it to be romantic.
I don't find Still 4x12 to be a romantic episode, necessarily. I think that one is just building on their intimacy as friends. I do appreciate their openness with each other on the porch and there are elements of that conversation that I view as romantic (namely, Daryl's expression and nervous fiddling with the knife). However, I can understand how people view their pairing as platonic if they only base that view on this episode.
Alone 4x13 is where they really start hammering in the romance. For starters, Daryl's reaction to Beth stepping in the bear trap. Yes, of course you can say he just didn't want her to get eaten by the walker, but compare how he gets down to the ground with her, rubs her foot, and gives her his body for support - even giving her a piggyback ride - to Carol's foot cramp in 10x18 Find Me. He first eliminates the threat, then he checks on her and shows genuine concern for her injury, and offers her physical support. Daryl loves Carol, she's his best friend, but in Find Me, he just teases her and tells her that she shouldn't have come along.
Alone 4x13 when Beth stops to look at the "Beloved Father" grave, Daryl compassionately picks some flowers and lays it on top of the grave for her, to commemorate Herschel. That is not inherently romantic. He also compassionately gave Carol a Cherokee Rose when she lost Sophia. I just think it is sweet. In the same scene, Beth and Daryl hold hands (admittedly, a little awkwardly, but that is primarily on Daryl) and Beth puts her head on his shoulder.
Alone 4x13 when they are looking at the bodies that are made to look very human (although they're walkers) and Beth argues back at Daryl's joke about dolls with why it's beautiful. She looks at him and asks "Don't you think that's beautiful" and all he does is pensively stare back at her. It's a romantic cliche and the pause with the intense eye contact seems to imply that his thoughts are that she is beautiful. At the very least, he sees something in the way she thinks about the world that is beautiful.
Alone 4x13 Daryl breaks his silence thinking about telling Beth that she's beautiful with the shiptease after action patch-up tv trope with "C'mon, let's get you patched up." She sits on the table and he wraps her foot up from the bear trap.
Alone 4x13 how he watches her sing in the doorway, and then how he pushes her buttons about the music "Well there ain't no jukebox, so... keep singing"
Alone 4x13 the bridal carry romance trope into the kitchen for the cute little redneck dinner Daryl set up for Beth. Plus his excitement to show it to her, hence the "I'm going as fast as I can" before he picks up her heard outside the doorway.
Alone 4x13 dinner conversation about what changed Daryl's mind about there still being good people. Beth changed his mind. If it wasn't romantic, why couldn't he just say "you're gave me hope / you showed me there are still good people." But the teasing, the repeated asking, the smile and eye contact, the nervousness from Daryl and then the self-realizing "oh" that is more like a romantic confession than anything else. Plus the fact that the confession is interrupted, another TV trope in romance. Plus the fact that in Alone, Daryl & Beth are foils to Sasha & Bob - who we know for a fact were canon. Difference is Sasha & Bob are reunited by the end of Alone, while Beth & Daryl are separated.
Alone 4x13 he chased after her for hours, from night to day.
Alone 4x13 he was ready to kill Len for disrespecting her "Some bitch must have got you all worked up" "You lost yourself a piece of tail" "I bet it was a little one too, they don't last long out here." If Joe didn't stop the knife, I bet Daryl would have ended Len a whole lot sooner.
In 5x8 Coda, when she starts rushing back to Dawn, to say goodbye to Noah, Daryl tries to stop her.
Coda 5x8 he cries over her body
Coda 5x8 he bridal carries her body out of the hospital, sobbing
Them 5x10 he shuts down with the group. Carol knows there is more to his sadness and she is trying to understand it. She assumes Beth saved him (she did, in a way). Rick knows that Daryl lost something deeper than a friend, hence "I know you lost something back there"
I am going to stop there because that is just the freshest for me.
People don't like this ship because of the age gap, or simply because they ship Daryl with someone else. Here's the thing, I don't believe Daryl was written to be the same age as Norman in season 1. He looks between 26 - 32 in the first season; and he can pass for that until the latter half of season 4, where he starts to really look more Norman's age. I don't think he is meant to be more than 36 in season 4. And honestly, I don't have a problem with the age gap when Beth is a legal adult and it is the flipping apocalypse.
With all that said, I think if they were really intending this to be a brother / sister pairing, then it is creepy and there was too much tension and chemistry to make it platonic / familial.
daniel mcguffey from masterchef season 5 is so awesome??? Like he is super hot and has cool hair and glasses and tattoo sleeves and is a video game designer and draws like magic and cooks like magic and he played the grOom in paNicāS i WriTe SINS NOT TRAGEDIES MUSIC VIDEO?????
Daniel Isaac McGuffey, who plays the groom here, was a former intern for director Shane Drake, who said, āI feel bad for Daniel, because now people are constantly stopping him and asking him if heās in Panic! At The Disco, and he gets all this fan mail written by little girls who think heās in the band. It really got annoying, and so to get away from it all, he took a job working at the Cheesecake Factory or someplace like that.ā McGuffey was a competitor on the fifth season of U.S. MasterChef. (x)
MTV used a picture of him as āRyan Rossā during an interview with The Hush Sound and a ton of news outlets named him as a band member, so I suppose the mixup isnāt unusual.
UPDATE:
I just really want to emphasize how obsessive the early fandom was over Daniel Isaac lolā¦ like he had tons of legit fangirls and it felt like most of the early talk about the IWSNT video was focused on him. I didnāt add him on myspace, but I still had a vague idea of what he was up to just from other people talking. It sounded like he filmed some music videos and was on that Next dating show during summer 2006? hereās someoneās random screenshot from an episode I never saw:
hereās a clip of that (and another one). and then here are some classic videos ha:
Smokahontas (idk why some people were so obsessed with this, but I remember the name)
