Your detailed answer about Hayffie having sex in Thirteen got me. Can I prompt something where they discuss it and decide to fuck the risks. Sorry for this bad pun. ;)
The detailed answer
was probably about how in my hc contraception isn’t allowed in 13 due to their
fertility problems and hayffie’s subsequent incapacity to stick to abstinence
and discussing their options ;) [X]
Fuck The Risks
Effie was avoiding him.
It wasn’t a puzzle he really had time to solve,
not with Katniss to coach into being the Mockingjay and the war raging
throughout Panem. He figured she was angry. About him lying to her. About him
having her kidnapped and brought to Thirteen without having asked first. About
him failing to rescue some of their kids. About the way he had chosen to do
things. About… A lot of things she was probably right to be angry with him
Just something that's always puzzled me... Why do you think katniss voted yes on another hunger games at the end of mockingjay?
This is a great question and something I’ve actually been stewing over even before you sent this to me. So, great minds think alike. :)
I think one of the greatest accomplishments of this series is SC’s ability to make us understand and contemplate the social ramifications of violence, war, our apathy to those things, and the effects on humanity. It’s hard for me to answer this Ask without thinking about everything else it entails, but I will try to be succinct as possible.
If you go back and read what’s happened to Katniss after she was burned in the City Circle up until the meeting with Coin and the Victors, she’s discovered some truths about those around her. The most notable being about Coin. Snow reveals to Katniss that it was never his plan to drop those parachutes on the Capitol children. In their conversation at the mansion, Snow gives her the reasons as to why she should realize it was Coin who dropped those parachutes, and not him. Snow states:
“My failure…was being so slow to grasp Coin’s plan. To let the Capitol and districts destroy one another, and then step in to take power with Thirteen barely scratched. Make no mistake, she was intending to take my place right from the beginning…I was watching you, Mockingjay. And you were watching me. I’m afraid we have both been played for fools.”
Katniss is going over the events and scenarios after her meeting with Snow.
Suddenly, I’m thinking of Prim, who was not yet fourteen, not yet old enough to be granted the title of soldier but somehow working on the front lines. How did such a thing happen?…someone very high up would have had to approve putting a thirteen-year-old in combat. Did Coin do it, hoping that losing Prim would push me completely over the edge? Or, at least, firmly on her side?
She wrestles with this for a bit, mulling it over, even contemplates going over it with Gale, but realizes she can’t because that essentially implicates his bomb and his strategy.
At the meeting, Coin proposes her idea of holding a final Hunger Games with the relatives of those who were in power in the Capitol. It comes down to Katniss and Haymitch’s votes. Her thoughts:
All those people I loved, dead and we are discussing the next Hunger Games in an attempt to avoid wasting life. Nothing has changed. Nothing will ever change now.
I weigh my options carefully, think everything through. Keeping my eyes on the rose, I say, “I vote yes…for Prim.”
It’s Haymitch’s turn to vote, and this is a key moment:
…I can feel Haymitch watching me. This is the moment, then. When we find out exactly just how alike we are, and how much he truly understands me.
“I’m with the Mockingjay,” he says.
He doesn’t state that he’s “with Katniss,” but that he’s “with the Mockingjay.” The Mockingjay being the symbol for rebellion against tyranny, in this case, it’s Coin instead of Snow. Katniss realizes that Snow is Coin and the Capitol is D13, and she was always a pawn. “Nothing will ever change now.”
Katniss votes “yes” because she knows she will kill Coin, ending this cycle of power between the Capitol and District 13. Katniss manipulates the situation to her advantage, making Coin believe that she will side with her and have the final Games “for Prim.” When in actuality she’s killing Coin in revenge and essentially sacrificing her own life again— “for Prim.”
We could definitely go on from here. :) I hoped that my opinion was helpful.
oh dear god please do the "soulamte au where you can't lie to your soulmate' for hayffie! it would be hilarious (or possibly horribly painful... depending on when its set ahahah)
So today is the day I reach chapter 400. I’m
not sure how long exactly I will be able to keep up with this without people
getting bored but as long as we’re all having fun… Hey! Let’s try to reach 500.
That would be a record probably.
I just hope everyone is still enjoying the
stories. There is something called quitting while you are ahead or more likely
stopping before something becomes crap… I just hope I am not on the “becoming
crap” slope. I wrote so many… Am I repeating myself? Is this getting boring? I
love hayffie so much it’s unhealthy but I would hate to write them badly or to
bore you to tears.
Anyway, today is chapter 400 so you get a
prompt that isn’t the oldest in line but that particularly inspired me and that
I enjoyed writing very much. [X]
A Claim & A Promise
Everyone has a soulmate.
That’s a given.
However, Panem is a huge country, a huge compartmented country. The odds of
finding one’s soulmate are never in one’s favor and they aren’t made any easier
by the Hunger Games that kill a bunch of kids every year.
Summary: When your 13th birthday party goes awry, and you make a life changing wish - you wake up to discover you’ve flash forwarded 17 years ahead.
Word Count: 1,730.
A/N: Tags weren’t working again so if you got another notif saying that I tagged you, well that’s why. Anyways here’s part 8! Words can’t even express how things are going to turn out. Hope you guys enjoy and I’m always happy to hear your feedback :D
Requested: A4 (oral sex) A11 (penetrative anal sex) A14 (face sitting) B12 (heavy eye contact) D13 (squirting) & D14 (face fucking) with Bellamy Blake from the 100.
Prompt: Y/N (Bellamy’s good friend and confidante) offers Bellamy some release after a long day of negotiations.
Pairing: Bellamy Blake x Reader
Warnings: smut, as mentioned above, nsfw visuals
A/N: !!!THE GIF(S) ARE NOT MINE. CREDIT TO THE RESPECTFUL OWNERS!!! So I decided to include all of those minus the penetrative anal sex because I honestly have little to know idea how to write about that. I’ll do my research and have it ready for another piece of writing. I hope you guys like this smut piece. Lol I feel like everyone has requested Bellamy smut, so here goes!
With Finn, Bellamy and Clarke gone, you and Octavia were running things. Work in the camp had been completed before nightfall and you let everyone rest for the remaining portion of the day. You and Octavia smiled around, happy with how the camp was looking, before you went your separate ways.
You just got to the tent you & Bellamy shared and you knew that he would be back any second. You knew how much talking to the Grounders stressed him out, so you had a little surprise for his return. You were always shy to take the next step in your flirty friendship with Bellamy, but you thought today would finally be the day. You were currently laying in your bed, naked and awaiting Bellamy’s arrival.
“God damn them, Y/N!” Bellamy stormed in, not looking towards the bed. He took off his shirt and started ranting, as he normally did. “The Grounders are so damn stubborn. And now that Clarke is sexing things up with Lexa, she’s on their side too. They want us all to move in together, like some big happy family. Like I’m supposed to live with those animals!”
“I’m sorry, Bell,” you whispered and thought that maybe he needed verbal comfort more than physical comfort. “Let’s talk about it,” you stand up and decide to get dressed, your back facing him just as he turned to face you. His eyes raked over your body, his pants tightening as he realized your intentions. Bell quickly made his way over to you and held your wrist, pinning it to your back as you reached for your shirt.
“Does the little angel want to play with the big bad wolf?” Bellamy presses himself to your back and whispers into your neck, smirking as the hand pinned to your back now has easy access to his bulge. Your face turns read and you moan as he lays a wet kiss against your neck. “Were you going to seduce me?”
“I was here to relieve you,” you whisper and tilt your neck, giving him more access. “You can use me all you want, Bellamy,” Bellamy moans as you speak out, his hips pressing into your back. You palm his bulge through his pants and he sucks on a small patch of your neck.
“You can bet your cute little ass I’m gonna use you,” his free hand comes around and squeezes your ass. You yelp and he smacks it. “You don’t want the whole camp to know what we’re doing, do you?” He whispers into your neck. kissing and sucking on small patches all along the side.
“I-I don’t care, Bellamy,” you pant out and Bellamy growls.
“You’re right, let them know you’re mine,” he turns you around and pushes you down on your knees. “Get to work, angel,” Bellamy watches you as you sit up to remove his belt, your lips grazing his waist. His breath hitches in his throat you you pull down his pants and boxers. He quickly steps out of them and moans as you kiss his inner thigh. Bellamy snarls and wraps your long brown hair around his fist.
Your eyes meet Bellamy’s as you kiss his tip, letting your tongue taste his leaking precum. You moan and close your eyes as Bellamy follows suit.
“Fuck yes, angel. Just like that,” he whispers and tightens his grip on your hair, bobbing your head back and forth. The moment his tip touches the back of your throat, Bellamy goes wild: he grabs your head with both hands and starts moving his hips rapidly, face fucking you as best he could.
Bellamy looks down at you, your eyes meeting his as his hips move roughly against your face, causing you to almost choke on his size. Your eyes don’t leave his as your hands grab hold of his balls, rubbing them between your fingers. Bellamy nearly loses it, he screams out your name as his balls bounce off your chin and his erection twitches in your mouth. He’s been with other women before, but never with one like you. Your mouth was designed for him and him only.
“Fuck, angel,” he whimpers, his eyes growing darker as he takes in the sight of you. “I’m so close,” he whispers and you moan over him, the noise sending vibrations over his dick. Bellamy groans and your core leaks at the husky noise. He thrusts against your mouth a couple more times before releasing finding his release inside your mouth. He moans and yells out your name, his hips twitching as his grip on your hair loosens.
You swallow every bit of his cum and run your tongue along his shaft and tip one last time to clean everything up.
“You taste so good, Bellamy,” you whisper and blush as his eyes meet yours.
“Stand up, angel,” he commands and you stand up immediately. Bellamy’s eyes raked your naked body and you clenched your thighs together to keep your wet core from his gaze. Bellamy, of course, noticed everything. “Open your legs a little, baby. Let me see what you’re hiding.”
Your knees go weak the sound of Bellamy’s voice alone. You slowly open your legs and he smiles, his eyes growing dark.
“I wonder how the angel tastes,” he whispers and grabs your hips, pulling you flush against him. He dips his head to your neck, trailing wet kisses up to the small area beneath your ear. Bell nips the delicate skin and whispers out gruffly. “I want you to ride my face, feel my tongue going in and out of you, my hands all over your ass. Can you do that for me, angel? Will you ride my face?”
“B-Bell,” you whimper, pressing your hips flush against his as you feel his erection growing once again.
“I need you to answer me,” he growls out and smacks your ass, a low moan leaving your mouth as he does so.
“Y-yes,” you press your lips gently to his neck, letting your tongue lick a long stripe along the side. “I need to ride your face.”
“Good,” Bellamy growled and pulled you both to the bed. He laid down, his head resting on the pillow as his eyes watched you. “Crawl to my face, angel,” Bellamy whispers and you do as he asks.
You sit on your knees at the edge of the bed, your legs on either side of Bellamy’s. You slowly drag yourself up, your wet core making contact with his erection, his hips, his defined abdomen, and his chest as you leave a trail of your juices on him. Bellamy moans as he feels how wet and swollen you are for him. You reach his neck and Bellamy sees your glistening core. He smacks your ass and decides to pull you up himself, unable to wait.
He lowers your hips against his face, his mouth teasing your slit. He breathes in your scent and moans, his hands squeezing your ass as you bite your lip. Unable to wait a moment longer, Bellamy pulls you down. Your swollen lips meeting his ready ones. You moan loudly at the contact and Bellamy follows suit, the vibrations causing a tingle in your lower stomach.
“Angel tastes so good,” he whispers and his lips move against your folds. Your hands reach down and you grab a hold of his hair as his tongue enters you. You scream his name and Bell holds on to your hips, his arms snaking around your thighs from behind. He smacks your ass and you jolt. You feel his smirk as he holds you down to his face, his tongue teasing your clit as you moan. You’d never felt like this before, how were you supposed to hold off for so long?
“Don’t hold back, angel,” Bellamy moans against you, as though reading your mind. “Cum all over my face, I want to taste all of you.”
You pant, moaning Bellamy’s name as you tug on his hair. His thumb reaches around and presses against your clit as your thighs shake. His tongue enters you and swirls around your tight, hot crevices. You moan as he finds your g-spot, and you’re now unable to hold back.
“BELLAMY, FUCK!” You tug his hair and scream his name as you squirt all over his face, just as he wanted. Your body convulses over his as you ride out your high with Bellamy mercilessly swiping up your juices with his skilled tongue. Your climax ends a little too soon for your liking and you’re left blushing as Bellamy pulls you down, laying you atop him.
“Fuck, that was hot angel,” he whispers and kisses you, wanted to give you a taste of yourself. You moan into his mouth and he smirks, running his hands through your hair. “Let’s go to the river. Clean ourselves up quickly?” He kisses down your neck as you smile.
“Sounds like a plan to me,” you whisper and tug on his hair, happy that you finally had the guts to seduce the handsome devil.
Merry Christmas Everyone! Hope you have a wonderful day! Hugs and thanks for reading!
Peeta and Gale never coexisted very well in mind to begin with, but being out in the woods with the both of them at the same time is just weird. I can’t say I care for this feeling of nervous expectation, or the sensation that my heart is gonna thump out of my chest cleanly if it accelerates anymore, but thankfully, Gale remains quiet and respectful.
“So, will you come to the festivities tonight?” Asks Peeta, apparently just make conversation as stilted and awkward as it is.
“Uh, yeah. My sister, Posy, won’t shut up about it, she’s in the choir with Catnip. My brother, Vick, is in the play, and my brother, Rory, is helping with moving scenery. None of them can wait.” He takes a big gulp of air, “They say the bakery is providing free desserts,” Gale’s gray eyes, so much like mine, flit around the landscape, unsure of where to land.
Prompt: Movie!MJ. Effie is coaxed into doing a propo; Beetee thinks that Capital citizens might be more sympathetic to her face than theirs. When she gets going, sickening words pouring from her mouth, Haymitch realizes that her life hasn't been a ray of sunshine either.
While this follow the movie idea of Effie
being in 13, I went with a more book-like approach of 13 so she’s not allowed
her fashion rebellion because let’s face it movie!13 sucked and was completely
The Capitol Rebels’ Mouthpiece
“Are you absolutely certain it is necessary?” Effie sighed as Messala
clipped the mic on the lapel of her shirt uniform.
“Yes, it is.” Plutarch answered for the third time, in that I’m a big show runner I know what I’m
talking about stop questioning me voice she hated so much.
“But you have Finnick and Katniss and…” she argued – also for the third time. Helping with
propos was one thing, starring in one was quite
“We need someone Capitols can relate to.” Cressida cut her off. “One of us. Someone they know and admire and
trust. Victors have an influence but I agree with Plutarch, we need a Capitol
voice to speak for us, Capitol rebels, we need someone to represent us.”