the deadliest sins

Signs as H.I.M Lyrics
  • Aries: "World was on fire, no one could save me but you/It's strange what desire will make foolish people do" -- Wicked Game
  • Taurus: "A drop of her blood tastes like wine/I answer her call with a rhyme" -- Serpent Ride
  • Gemini: "Side by side: darkness and light/Play their game so unafraid, their heartbeats synchronized" -- Into The Night
  • Cancer: "I admit my defeat and want back home/In your heart under the rose" -- Under the Rose
  • Leo: "Today tomorrow seems so far away/And the wait in vain, yeah/So safe, in the blinding light of love unchained/In yesterday's grave, yeah" -- Sweet Pandemonium
  • Virgo: "It's poetry carved in flesh/This beautiful hell of ours/To the deadliest sin we confess" -- Passion's Killing Floor
  • Libra: "She'll be the light to guide you back home/Just give her a kiss worth dying for" -- Venus Doom
  • Scorpio: "We steal the fire from a sacred heart/And bleed the wine unholy/We fall in love with the serpent's song/And fear nothing" -- In the Night Side of Eden
  • Sagittarius: "We will be so free from all that has been./So free from all that we’ve seen." -- I Will be the End of You
  • Capricorn: "Death served wine for lovers/Brought from the world where devils reign/And intoxicated angels with sorrow/They witnessed in the eyes of their slaves" -- Behind the Crimson Door
  • Aquarius: "My church is not of silver and gold,/It's glory lies beyond judgement of souls/The commandments are of consolation and warmth" -- The Sacrament
  • Pisces: "Labyrinth in a shape of a heart/Love's secret architecture/I find myself to be lost in the/Arms of your fate" -- Face of God
Superbia.

Seven Steps to Hell: The Seventh Step.

Series: Prologue | BamBam | Mark | Jackson | Youngjae | Jaebum | Yugyeom

Genre: Smut, honestly; 7 Cardinal Sins! AU

Word Count: 3.3K

Notes: Kinky shit happening. Slight D/S undertones, kind of dubious consent, erotic asphyxiation, among others. Don’t read this if you’re uncomfortable with anything I’ve just listed. Otherwise, please enjoy^^

Originally posted by jypnior

“It was Pride that changed angels into devils…” 

- St. Augustine 


It’s finally time to face the last one, the darkest and most cynical of the Sins. You aren’t sure how well this will go, since you know that he’s the one who holds the most grievances—that his power stems through the rest of the Seven.

You dare to enter regardless, taking a deep breath as you approach a door that’s carved with runes. The ancient language is littered all over the entrance, incidentally drawn into concentric circles, as a protective measure. The rest of the Sins don’t have protection like this, which is what makes him so much more difficult to absolve.

You lay your palm against the center of the circle, breathing slowly as the symbols glow bright red for mere seconds, before the door swings open.

It’s time.

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She is bowed lips and soft curves
I am pointed tongue and skin pressed taut to valleys and peaks,
Laved kisses and stifling breaths,
Sharp bites and soothing kisses
I am the devil, I am sin,
I am holy and whole in between her legs
Jumping pulses and hooded lids, I am what she was warned against,
The girl that will steal the keys from the stoop of her breasts, the catch between her thighs.
—  My Deadliest Sin Was Stealing Her
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A Very Supernatural Case

Characters: Sam, Dean, Gibbs, DiNozzo, McGee, Y/N (no pairing)

Word count: 1,342

Warnings: none! :D

A/N: This was requested by @mikumaythebeast so hopefully I did alright! <3 If you’d like you can request things too! I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! <3

It was your dream to visit Washington D.C..  You never visited the nation’s capital before.  Today was your lucky day.  After a twenty hour drive, the three of you arrived in D.C..  Dean and Sam knew how excited you were to be in D.C., so they promised to stay at least a day after the hunt.

This particular hunt was near a naval base in D.C..  You weren’t too keen on going into their crime scenes.  Sometimes the real FBI showed up.  The last case you had in this part of the United States was in New Orleans.  You were reunited with a long-time friend, Dwayne Pride, or as everyone else called him King.  He worked for NCIS, but luckily he knew who you were.  Otherwise things could have gotten messy.  You buttoned the last few buttons of your suit jacket, grabbing your FBI badge and slipping it into your jacket pocket.  

Dean and Sam walked out of the motel room behind you.  “Now, if someone comes up to us that is actually from the FBI or NCIS, let me talk to them,” you instructed the Winchesters.  “I know someone who can help us if we get into a sticky situation.”

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  • some person: *insults siegbert*
  • siegbert: i’m sorry if i had offended in any way. please let me know how i can undo the harm that i’ve caused you!
  • some person: *insults themselves*
  • siegbert: no, please, you’re great, you’re amazing, there’s no one in the world like you, i couldn’t ask for a better ally and friend!
  • some person: *insults xander*
  • siegbert: don’t ever talk to me or my father™ ever again
Advice from a Senior
  1. There are no do-overs. Ever.
  2. Apologize. If you were wrong, apologize. Life is too short to live with regrets.
  3. Have no regrets. You will have them, trust me, but try not to.
  4. Life is not shitty. Well, sometimes yes but it’s what you make of it.
  5. In the end you must get back up. You must always get back up.
  6. Be kind. Be generous. There is never enough to go around.
  7. Pride is not worth a relationship unless…scratch that. Pride is complicated. Protect it when appropriate.
  8. Compliment them. If you’re thinking about it then say it.
  9. People may never remember what you said but they’ll always remember how you made them feel.
  10. Just open the door. It doesn’t matter if you’re a guy or girl or both. It’s polite. So go and open the door for some people.
  11. Drugs & Alcohol: Be smart. Don’t abuse them. Don’t love them either. Make them an acquaintance, a stranger, or perhaps an old friend. Never make them a best friend.
  12. Life’s too short for bitches.
  13. Choose your battles. Fighting is exhausting.
  14. Stand up for yourself. Sometimes you only get one chance.
  15. Stand up for others. Even if they don’t want you too. Assholes are ridiculous.
  16. Assholes are ridiculous. Don’t get hot and bothered by them. Just be hot.
  17. Everyone has insecurities, They’re stupid. The sooner you realize that the sooner you can get over them.
  18. Nobody has time for liars.
  19. Every group has that one bitch. Until you get rid of her/him. Then your group is amazing.
  20. Pride is the deadliest sin for a reason.
  21. No one is entitled to respect. They have to earn it.
  22. You are not a baby for crying when you’re frustrated.
  23. There are drama queens and then they’re are upset people accused of being a drama queen because the accusers can’t deal with being a moron. Figure out which one you are. The sooner you know,  the sooner you can figure out who to punch: the accusers or yourself.
  24. Try not to judge or assume. It’s hard. Believe me, it is, but life’s a lot easier when you’re minding your own business.
  25. Wait to drop the I love you bomb. Even if you really mean it. Because sometimes you have to wait to see if it’s worth it. Wait to see if the relationship is worth the I love you, if the person is worth the I love you, if the whole goddamn world is worth the I love you. Because if you’re saying I love you to things that aren’t worth it then in the end what is the worth of ‘“I love you”?
  26. Tell them that you love them. Tell them that you love them every second of everyday. Because sometimes we forget. Sometimes we just need to be reminded of  how much we’re loved.
  27. Love is not a word you force out of your mouth. It is a force. It will find it’s own way out of your mouth in more forms than a word.
  28. There are people out there that love you.
  29. There’s a lot of unhappy people in this world. Don’t be one of them.
  30. If you have a dream, if there’s something you want to do in your life, if there’s an irreplaceable vision in your eyes then for the love of God go after it.
  31. Write it down. No you will not remember it, yes it will get away from you, and yes you will regret not writing it down. Write it down.
  32. Be you when you’re driving. Don’t be a tired you, a drunk you, a high you, or an anything you. Just be you. Not _____ you. Because it only takes once to become a not you.
  33. Do something because it’s beautiful (not my own words but I believe it).
  34. Swear Words: It’s not the word, it’s the inflection.
  35. Differences are important. Like the difference between a democrat and a republican, or feminism and feminazis, or even then and than! Knowing differences…well, they make a difference.
  36. People can’t just choose to be happy. That’s like saying eat when you’re not hungry or poop when you’re constipated. For some people, being happy is a daily struggle. Don’t ever tell anyone to just “be happy”.
  37. If you’re depressed, tell someone. You have to tell someone, anyone, because you have to have someone to pull you up when you fall, tell you to move when you stop, and remind you to keep your chin up high even when you find every reason not to.
  38. Sometimes a hug can fix everything. So can a good cry and a nice slice of comfort food.
  39. If you want something, ask for it. If they tell you no, work for it. If all else fails, fight for it.
  40. The world is not black and white. It’s grey. It’s also very, very colorful.
  41. You can never go wrong with a firm handshake.
  42. If you want it done right, do it yourself.
  43. Prove them wrong.
  44. Do not be oblivious or ignorant. It is not a strength.
  45. Be sneaky, be witty, be upright clever but above all, play fair.
  46. You won’t win if you don’t fight.
  47. There’s more to family then blood.
  48. The kids aren’t always right. Neither are the parents.
  49. Do not lose sight of who you are. It’s terrifying.
  50. People will tell you that dreams are stupid and passions irrelevant. They’re wrong. 
  51. Sometimes it’s easier to ask for forgiveness rather then permission. 
  52. Finally, disregard everything I’ve just said. Or take it all to heart. It’s just my opinion, one opinion, and it’s your life. Take what you will.
  53. One I do advise everyone to follow: Pigs very much can fly. Just stop looking down. Instead, look up. 
Reflections on Pride

The butcher knife you take to family ties
Severing arteries and patching wounds with rainbows
Pinning celebratory window dressings on your naked body
Your narrative: supporting selections from a childhood album
Tomboy tendencies, however tenuous
Crushes now compulsory, all counterfeit
Now fixing immorality is itself immoral
Now love is a right
You’ve become the fabled recruiter
Waking up with one you stole
Digging a tunnel for two to Hell
Because you serve the deadliest sin

ENTJ Confessions #125

“I feel that many of the people here have grown inflated egos after learning the potential greatness that an ENTJ personality type implies. I would just like to say that pride and arrogance IS a weakness. Take this from a true ENTJ, pride is the deadliest sin that you can be suspect to. And if you’re reading this and thinking ‘Wtf is this guy talking about, I’m just confident’ you just proved me right.”

Countdown to Mockingjay: Day 52/100

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Author 203: ayouintervention

Story: Deeds and Words

  • Status: Complete
  • Type: Multi-Chapter
  • Rating: E
  • Canon/AU: AU- Canon Divergence
  • Warning/Trigger: masturbation
  • Summary: Peeta has always thought of himself as a gentleman. But even though he tries to hold himself to that code, it doesn’t always work out. After a run in with Johanna Mason in an elevator, he explores what that being a gentleman means terms of his own pleasure.
  • Why I chose this fic: Even a gentleman deserves pleasure.

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Author 204: biopolarism

Story: Secret Games

  • Status: Complete
  • Type: One-Shot
  • Rating: M
  • Canon/AU: AU
  • Warning/Trigger: Dark!Peeta, OOC Peeta
  • Summary: For Peeta, his idea of playing games are meant to be kept secret. After all, killing innocent women as his coping mechanism in life isn’t exactly what people would think as ideal. Peeta doesn’t care though, for he is nearing his end game: the love of his life.
  • Why I chose this fic: A dark, slightly twisted Peeta.

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Author 205: pompeiigraffiti

Story: The Deadliest Sins

  • Status: Complete
  • Type: Multi-Chapter
  • Rating: M
  • Canon/AU: Historical AU
  • Warning/Trigger: None provided by author
  • Summary: In the fall of 1917, German soldier Peeta Mellark receives devastating news about the woman with whom he fell in love. 
  • Why I chose this fic: This is a great historical Everlark AU.

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Author 206: chelzie

Story: If You’re Reading This

  • Status: Complete
  • Type: One-Shot
  • Rating: T
  • Canon/AU: Historical AU
  • Warning/Trigger: Implied character death
  • Summary: After reflecting on a friend’s death shortly after D-Day, Peeta writes a special letter to Katniss, with the hope that she will never see it.
  • Why I chose this fic: Such a sweet one-shot.
Small Sins

Buffalos kill 7 people every year.
Lions kill 500 people every year
Hippos kill 800 people every year.
Spiders kill 5000 in people every year.
Scorpions kill 7000 people every year.
Snakes kill 10000 people every year.

Guess what?
Mosquitoes kill 2, 7 million people every year. The smallest are the deadliest.

Small ‘sins’, hardly noticed by us, are the most deadly to our spiritual life. Avoid excuses for not serving Allah. Sins of omission are just as deadly as sins of commission. White lies, gossiping, small lies, are committed more frequently and are deadly. Mind those little compromises that we do daily. They are the ones that will bring us downfall.

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A soft sigh escaped the males lips, and he stared out to the street as he stood under a small balcony. It had started raining, and it came as a shock to the raven, who hadn’t thought to bring an umbrella with him. “Goodness… I hope the rain stops soon…”

her blessed mouth is a thousand promises
words trade silences for a touch
making breath like heavenly mist on necks
to catch, like fire, and fall from throats

her teeth are a monster’s weapon
skin beacons her sharp lingering kiss
arching spines like mighty quakes in silk
to break, like demons, and bleed lips together

her cursed love is the deadliest of all sins
tongues carve memories into bone
drinking moments like sweet prayers aflame
to drown, like the angels, and set our godly feathers dancing

—  angels in love, a.d.

anonymous asked:

What do you think -some argue that SS has more support in Japan and story-wise, because themes like persisting after rejection, never giving up on your feelings, forgiving for the deadliest of sins, waiting for your husband to return even if it takes years, feeling lucky and grateful for being loved by someone, etc. are all strongly based in traditional culture. It is perceived controversial in Western culture,but is viewed favorably by Japanese as their classics have taught this kindof love

A lot of the things you asked are not subjects I’m 100% familiar with, so I hope one of my followers can more accurately answer you. On the subject of persisting after rejection and waiting for significant others, I’m tempted to say that the attitude towards women pursuing men in Naruto actually doesn’t exist in Japanese culture anymore. More often than not I see Japanese women rejecting marriage in favor of careers, to the point where the birthrate in Japan has plummeted. I almost feel like the purpose of Naruto’s ending is to encourage the newer generations to turn the tables again in favor of women pursuing men and making as many babies as possible. It’s not supposed to reflect the current culture but the culture many in Japan want to see.

But my immediate thought is that the main issue I see in NG that immediately is a cultural difference is the reason behind two people getting married. Western fans immediately want to say that Sasuke and Sakura must love each other because they’re married. This isn’t necessarily true. In Japan most of the time people get married for the status, not out of love. This is why Japan has such a booming adultery industry. In many marriages no one cares if the spouse cheats so long as they don’t get caught. Marriage is just a contract between two people for the sake of attaining higher social status, wealth, etc. Marriage out of love is not unheard of of course, but it’s not “traditional” and arranged marriages in Japan still exist for a reason.

SasuSaku screams this right now, a marriage for the sake of status. Sasuke hasn’t seen Sakura or his child for 12 years and barely reacts when he sees her, they refer to each other formerly as “husband” and “wife” yet fail to show legitimate concern for one another, and Sakura basically lives by herself in a house adorned in Uchiha crests while wearing one herself. It seems to be a marriage done for the sake of status and convenience, not love. But Western fans aren’t familiar with such a concept because in the U.S. especially marrying for love has been preached since we were all kids thanks to Disney. Arranged marriages, marriages for status, those things are literally foreign to a Western audience. They’re seen as evil in fact, as many kids’ movies paint parents who arrange marriages as bad guys. This isn’t the case in places like Japan. Sakura marrying into a prestigious clan like the Uchiha boosts her social status. That’s why she wears the Uchiha crest and not the Haruno crest. It certainly doesn’t seem that Sasuke actually loves Sakura.

And then there’s NH. It was pointed out to Naruto a couple times that if he wanted to become Hokage he needed to get married. The guy was fucking 19 years old and he was having this message shoved down his throat. And guess what? Marrying into the most powerful clan in the village (now that the Uchihas are gone) does wonders for your status. And for Hinata to marry the Hero of Konoha and one of the living legends soon to become Hokage? Yeah, you get my point. Their marriage may have this “cute” love story behind it, but in the end it’s also a marriage with a lot of status boosts behind it for both parties. That’s probably why you see Burrito wearing the Hyuga crest in his The Last design, before Naruto is Hokage, and the Uzumaki crest post-700, after Naruto is Hokage.

Once Naruto got his status boost to Hokage their children switched to wearing his clan insignia and dropped the Hyuga one from The Last.

What’s an example of a married couple where both parties kept their last names?

Minato and Kushina. Even after they married Kushina was Kushina Uzumaki and Minato was Minato Namikaze. The Bloody Habanero and Konoha’s Yellow Flash both had high status within the village and neither felt the need to marry into each other’s clan. Minato wore the Uzumaki spiral but he kept his last name, a name that had its own status (and Kishimoto never cared enough to give the Namikaze clan a crest or backstory). Naruto took on his mother’s last name and insignia likely because her clan was more well-known, but Minato felt no need to take Kushina’s last name and marry into the Uzumakis. It wasn’t a marriage out of status, it was a marriage done for the sake of love.

Contrast with Hinata dropping almost everything to do with the Hyugas, likely giving up her role of taking over the clan and dropping the insignia from her clothing (that we can tell, we’ve yet to see her in NG really), and dressing her kids in Uzumaki garb after Naruto was promoted to Hokage. Contrast with Sakura who dropped the Haruno name, crest, and basically everything to do with her last name in favor of decorating her house in Uchiha crests.

So yeah I’d say the major cultural difference between the Western fanbase and the audience Naruto is targeting is the idea of marriage and the necessity of love.

Alpha

A/N: WARNING- SMUT. Literal smut. I suck. I’m posting this quickly because my cRUSH SHOWED UP TO MY HOUSE UNEXPECTEDLY and I have to hide the smut. Also no breaking of the furniture. I couldn’t write that in without making it seem too cheesy. Also I hate the word nipple with a passion. Y'all are lucky I love you.

Special mentions: facephase luvs-jade monagusta curvygirlonabudget chicadificil If there’s anyone I missed, I’m sorry! 

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Rae leans in close and nips at his neck, presses her lips to the skin there, the taste like stale smoke from the spliff he’s had earlier. She sucks until there’s a mark, blossoming under his skin.


Although she can’t see, Rae knows the face he’s making just by his breathing, the slow, heavy inhale and exhale. She pictures his mouth open, eyes almost rolled back into his head. When she pulls away, Finn pulls her towards him, crushes their lips together hungrily.


Sweet is the taste he leaves on her tongue, like fruit in the summer and under her, Finn opens his mouth for air, his breath brushing against her cheek. There’s a slight pause, where Rae wonders just how far she can tease him until he’s begging. In a split second, her hands are feeling their way down to the spot that drives him crazy when Rae touches it, the space at the end of the trail of hair that travels from his navel to just below his pants and a startled moan escapes from Finn’s lips. The look on his face is like a prize, she thinks, and it is enough to make her press that little bit harder.


This time, instead of a moan, he growls. A deep, throaty sound that starts from his chest, rips through his lips like she’s seen so many times before when he’s his other self. (She’s seen him when he turns. He gets this look in his eyes as they turn cobalt blue, the snarl that tears through him before he crouches into himself is something that she will never tire of.)


In the rush of strength, Rae is pinned back against the couch so hard, she’s left gasping for breath. She loves this side of Finn. This furiously dominant side to him that no one else gets to see. She eats it up, though. The bruises and teeth marks that will still be there in the morning.


His hands, rough as all hell, pins her arms to the side, lips pulling back in a wicked grin to show off his canines. A shiver creeps down Rae’s spine as she catches her breath. The sight of Finn is so gloriously breathtaking; the glint in his eyes that burn and leaves her skin tingling as they land upon her, the muscles of his arms like they’re carved from stone as they hold her down. 

Finn’s blunt nails dig into her skin and she smiles with a crooked, smug tilt of her mouth at being able to drag this fierceness out of him. Most of the time it’s soft caresses and even softer kisses but tonight it’s different. Tonight the moon is high and the night is cold but his hands are hot as flame against her as they move down from her wrists to the length of her sides. He flattens them as they travel under her shirt, rucking it up up and up until it’s off and on the floor.


Rae is so unashamed at how their skin just slides together, like the deadliest of sins. She welcomes Finn’s lips against her collarbone, sighs as he makes a trail, stopping to plant kisses to the tops of her breasts, finger hooking the straps of her underwear and sliding them off her shoulders. Rae gasps when Finn takes the little piece of plastic in his fingers and undoes the clasp with ease, shucking the article of clothing over his shoulder. Before she knows it, or can even make sense of what’s going on, his teeth sink into the sensitive flesh there and Finn pulls off with a laugh that echoes when Rae makes a noise like a whimper (fucking bastard, she thinks).


Finn sets on kissing her everywhere then, making a line down her stomach, tongue doing soft kitten licks and teeth nipping at her every now and again. He’s got his hands gripping her thighs firmly when she squirms under the weight of him and she holds his gaze when one of his hands finds her knickers, fingers pulling at the lace.


If Rae could burn this image into her mind, it would stay locked away in her head forever; Finn with his bruised lips, eyes dark as shade, hair messy and skewed in all directions. He looks like a god and Rae wants to comply to his every need right that second.


That is, until he sinks to his knees and mouths at the inside of her thigh and then all she can register is Finn Nelson’s head between her legs, eyes so intensly focused on hers. There’s a beat where all she can feel is his hot breath against her and the tremble to her knees makes her heart leap to her throat.


Finn gives her a cheeky wink before his tongue finds her special spot, Rae clutching at the cushions on the sofa for dear life. She can’t think about anything but the slick, delicious feel of his mouth and she has to physically stop herself from clamping her thighs shut because it quickly becomes too much to handle. It doesn’t take her long before she gets into it, though, fisting his hair in her hand, moving along his lips.


It’s like feeling the sun for the first time, this warmth that showers you, fire running through your veins and Rae feels the slow build of pleasure low in the pit of her stomach. She looks down to see Finn stroking himself with his eyebrows furrowed and holy lord Jesus Christ if that’s not the hottest thing in the entire fucking world, Rae doesn’t know what is. With a soft flick of his tongue against Rae’s clit, he has her coming apart, writhing and breathing heavily into the back of her hand, eyes screwed shut.


He’s hovering over her in a flash, cupping her face in his hands and kissing her hard, all teeth. She can taste herself on his tongue as it licks into her mouth, deep and dirty like it’s something so bad (but feels really fucking good).


Finn breaks the kiss to press his cock against her and Rae jumps at the contact of it. She’s still sensitive and her hips buck in surprise.


“No, I can’t, Finn,” she’s close to crying, she thinks, because it’s overwhelming but then his lips are at her neck and she’s lost for words.


“Yes you can,” Finn mouths along her pulse, shifts so that he can drop his forehead down to touch hers. Placing both his hands on the sides of Rae’s head, he says, “You can, Rae.”


Rae breathes and gives him a little nod and it’s all she has time to do before he presses into her until he’s buried deep. It’s slow at first, Rae scratching at his back with a desperate need to grasp anything as everything is too hot, too sensitive (the only word that comes to mind besides fuckfuckfuck), and then he’s building speed, grunting every time Rae tightens around him.


Finn hisses as Rae bites into his shoulder when he rolls one of her nipples between his index and thumb, the action adding to the list of sensations that Rae can’t handle right now. It sends little jolts throughout her entire body like electricity being injected into her arm like a drug (she thinks it is like a drug because if she’s being honest, she can’t get enough of it, of Finn and his magic fucking- well, everything).


Rae’s eyes (closed for what seems like forever) opens and Finn’s got one arm on the sofa now, and the other is just hanging to the side. Rae takes him in then, how he’s looking down, his jaw slack and mouth forming a slight ‘o’ shape. She takes in the fluid motions of his body as he thrusts into her, the flex of muscles and the little sheen of sweat clinging to his skin. (He’s a fucking god.)


“Fucking god,” she breathes before thinking about it.


Finn looks up at her, gives her a crooked grin and chuckles as he says, “God’s a bit too formal for me. Finn is just fine.”


Rae manages to roll her eyes for a second until Finn’s hips studder and he’s moving faster, thrusting harder and she’s given up all hope of being quiet. A moan escapes her lips and then she’s crying out a second orgasm, head thrown back, arching against Finn who’s crowded her into the couch, pressing their sweaty bodies flush together.


Oh, fuck,” Finn whispers against her lips, his breathing coming in harsh. “I think- I’m gonna-”


Rae nods, her body shaking as she comes down from her high. She brings one of his hands up and sucks his middle finger deep into her mouth, swirls her tongue hotly around the digit and in no time, he’s off. Nothing- nothing will ever be as sexy or as satisfying as watching Finn Nelson come. He comes with a fucking snarl, a sound that always leaves Rae panting. His eyebrows scrunching up, mouth (that beautiful, rosy, kiss bitten mouth) hanging open to reveal how much his fangs has grown, his fringe damp and sticking to his forehead.

When’s he done, Finn closes the gap between their lips and snogs Rae senseless, biting at her bottom lip until it’s borderline painful. Their skin sticking to each other in a way that will be unbearable in about five minutes.


Rae cuddles up to Finn when he plops himself down next to her, spent and sticky and he smells distinctly of earth and rain and she kisses his cheek just for the sake of doing so.


“Got to admit,” she says softly, placing a gentle hand on his chest, bringing his knuckles up to her lips when he intertwines their fingers. “I love how primal you get. So dominant.”


“Yeah?”


She hums, “Yeah. I think it’s the sexiest thing in the world next to Jarvis Cocker.”


Finn growls low in his throat and Rae laughs at how easily it is to get him jealous.


“Calm down, I’m only joking.”


Finn rolls his eyes and then with a little smirk, “I have to admit something too.”


“Yeah,” Rae cocks an eyebrow. “What?”


“Think the sexiest thing in the world is that face you make when I’ve got my head between you-”


Rae smacks him on the chest, “Shut up."