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ELEVATOR STRIPPING

JOHANNA MASON X FEM READER

smut, cunnilingus, fingering, scissoring, degradation, pure filth atp, switch reader, switch Johanna, poorly written, first time writing smut

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The elevator doors slide open, Haymitch, Peeta, Katniss,Johanna and you step inside. You end up beside Johanna, close enough to feel her warmth.

Johanna tosses her hair back and looks everyone up and down. “You guys look amazing,” she says, and somehow it sounds like both a compliment and an accusation.

Katniss straightens awkwardly. “Thank you.”

“My stylist is such an idiot,” Johanna mutters, already tugging at the fastenings of her costume. “District Seven. Lumber. Trees.” She rolls her eyes. “Ugh, I’d love to put my axe in her face.”

You hear Haymitch choke back a laugh.

But Johanna is already stripping layers off with impatient fingers. Fabric pools at her feet like she’s shedding skins. Her bare shoulders flash in the mirrored wall, your gaze jumping away every time she catches it.

“So. What do you think, now that the whole world wants to sleep with you?”

You snort under your breath before you can stop yourself.

Katniss stiffens. “I don’t think that the whole world—”

“I wasn’t talking to you,” Johanna cuts in, looking her way.

“Okay…” Katniss mutters, shrinking back.

Johanna huffs and turns, gathering her hair. “Help me unzip?”

Peeta steps forward, cheeks pink. “Yeah.”

You watch the zipper slide down the curve of her spine, and your stomach twists.

She steps out of the last of her clothes with absolutely no shame, no hesitation, like she belongs in every spotlight that ever existed.

She throws a wink over her shoulder, straight at Haymitch this time. “Thanks. Let’s do it again sometime.”

Haymitch gives a lazy salute. Katniss stares at the ceiling. Peeta clears his throat. And you, well, you try not to look jealous. Or impressed. Or affected in any way.

Johanna casually hooks her arm through yours as the elevator doors open. Warm skin. Bare. Confident. “Come on,” she says, tugging you out into the hallway like she didn’t just undress in front of four people and like your pulse isn’t hammering loud enough to echo.

Your whole body is hot with jealousy and embarrassment.

Johanna finally stops in front of your door, leaning against the wall casually, like she didn’t just traumatize you with her entire naked body.

“Wow,” she says softly, smirking. “You looked like you wanted to murder Peeta back there.”

You cross your arms. “I did not.”

“You did,” she sings. “Your eye twitched. It was cute.”

“Johanna.”

“It was so cute.”

You glare at her, which only makes her smile wider.

“Why are you even stripping in front of Peeta?” you snap before you can stop yourself. “Or anyone? Do you just— do you enjoy people drooling over you?”

Johanna tilts her head. “Do you drool over me?”

You freeze.

She steps closer.

“Because you looked jealous enough to bite.”

Your breath hitches. “I wasn’t jealous.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” she purrs, “that’s adorable.”

She presses her body against yours, arm sliding around your waist. Your back hits the door.

“You want to know why I got naked?” she murmurs. “Enlighten me,” you manage.

Johanna’s mouth brushes your ear.

“Because I wanted to see if you’d finally snap.”

You do.

You grab and yank her into your room.

The door slams shut.

Johanna laughs. “Finally.”

Johanna pushes you on the bed, kissing you like she’s starving. Her hands slide up your shirt, calloused fingers dragging over your sides.

“You were so pissed,” she mutters against your lips. “So jealous. All because I showed a little skin. Was it too much for you, baby?”

“Shut up,” you breathe.

She grins. “Make me.”

You do, by grabbing her hips and pulling her into a bruising kiss.

Johanna moans into your mouth and immediately climbs into your space, lifting your leg around her hip. She grinds against your thigh slowly, deliberately, already breathless.

“You’re so hot when you’re angry,” she whispers, biting your lower lip.

You flip her onto her back.

Johanna laughs, breathless. “There she is.”

You yank your shirt over her head.She spreads her legs for you without hesitation, eyes dark.

“Look at you,” you say. “Already wet.”

“Then do something about it.”

You go down on her; dragging your tongue up her slit slowly, savoring the way she gasps. Her thighs tremble around your head as you suck on her clit, and she grabs a fistful of your hair hard enough to sting.

“Fuck— yes,” she groans. “Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop.”

Her hips grind against your mouth, needy, messed-up, completely at your mercy.

When you slip two fingers inside her, she gasps so loudly it echoes.

“Fucking, finally,” she moans. “Make me come, sweetheart. I want everyone on this floor to hear it.”

You curl your fingers. Her entire body arches.

“Jesus Christ— yes, right there—”

She comes hard, thighs shaking, pulling your hair like she’s trying to anchor herself.

Before you can pull back, she sits up fast and pushes you onto your back.

“Oh, we’re not done,” she pants. “Lie down.”

She pulls your remaining clothes off piece by piece, kissing every inch of exposed skin. When she gets between your legs, she looks up with a wicked grin.

“You want me to make you feel good?”

Your breath catches. “…Yes.”

Johanna laughs. “Good girl.”

She buries her mouth between your thighs, tongue working you open with obscene confidence. Her fingers slide inside you slow and deep, curling perfectly, pumping harder each time your breath breaks.

“Listen to you,” she murmurs against your clit. “So needy. So fucking wet. All because I let Peeta unzip me?”

You moan, loud and shameless.

“That’s what I thought.”

She fingers you harder, faster, her tongue relentless until you’re crying out her name. She doesn’t stop until your legs shake violently and you’re clawing at the sheets.

But Johanna is greedy. She climbs up your body, kisses you slow, filthy, tasting you on her lips.

“Spread your legs,wider” she whispers. “I want to feel you.”

You obey instantly.

She lines herself up with you, presses her slick thigh between yours.

You both gasp when your cores meet, wet and hot and sliding perfectly together. She grabs your hips and you both grind.

It´s fast, messy and desperate.

Your thighs slap together, your breath mixing with hers, her forehead pressed to yours as you move faster and faster.

“Fuck—” she moans. “You feel so good.”

Johanna breaks.

She comes with a choked cry, her hips bucking. You follow seconds after, legs locking around her as your body convulses with pleasure.

You collapse together, panting, sweaty, shaking.

Johanna pushes her face into your neck and laughs breathlessly.

“You jealous little shit,” she whispers. “I should get naked in front of Peeta more often.”

You smack her shoulder. She kisses your jaw.

“…Or,” she says softly, “you could just tell me you like me.”

You go still. “Johanna—”

She kisses you again, slow this time, careful.

“It’s okay,” she murmurs. “I like you too.”

ೃ⁀➷ hate sex/knife play : Day 17

feat. Johanna Mason ᯓ★ The more Johanna pisses you off, the more turned on you seem to get.

warnings! : NSFW 18+, fem!reader, victor!reader, takes place before the 73rd games, knife to to the throat trope, lots of banter, fighting as foreplay, like they're actually fighting, semi-public sex, fingering, this is more foreplay than sex my bad

ᯓ★ kinktober m.list || read on ao3

There was a fragile glimmer of hope you held for your tributes, until Johanna Mason decided to sweep in, tear it from your heart, and stomp it out beneath her heel.

⠀⠀ AFTERCARE WITH THG CHARACTERS𓂃 ໑

suggestive tw. 𝒇𝒕 𝜗ৎ — peeta mellark, finnick odair, haymitch abernathy, katniss everdeen and johanna mason 𝒙 gn!reader. English isn’t my first language, I use grammar checkers to translate. Some stuff might sound weird, sorry!

PEETA MELLARK ✸

This man embodies human warmth in its purest form. It’s beautiful how, after making love, he lets you rest your head on his chest so you can feel his heat, while he gently strokes your hair and presses soft kisses to your forehead. His hand rests on the small of your back as he whispers sweet, meaningful words in your ear in a low voice: “I could live like this with you forever.” Or: “I wish the last moments of my life could be exactly like this, right here by your side.”

FINNICK ODAIR ✸

Making love with Finnick would be a unique and unforgettable experience. There wouldn’t be a single touch without your consent, even the embrace afterwards. The two of you curl up together, and he, already half-asleep, wraps his arms around you, pressing his body closer as he rests his head in the crook of your neck like a kitten seeking warmth. Then he whispers, “You’re simply the best thing that’s ever happened to me, honey.”

HAYMITCH ABERNATHY ✸

At first, it would take him a while to open up. Both of you would just lie there in silence, staring at the ceiling, until he finally dropped some sarcastic remark to break the tension. But when he does eventually open up, he turns out to be surprisingly tender. Well… tender in a very Haymitch kind of way. He’d brush his fingers lightly along the small of your back and offer you a glass of water (or booze), claiming it’s just so you don’t pass out on him. And then, once you finally confront him about what he feels for you, you’d feel this strange calm wash over you when he says: “Don’t be stupid. Of course I care about you. That’s why I’m here.” And right after, like it’s no big deal, he’d change the subject.

KATNISS EVERDEEN ✸

It’s no surprise to anyone: she loves the warmth of your arms. After sex, there’s nothing she enjoys more than lying on your chest, listening to the rhythm of your heartbeat until she falls asleep, because with you is the only time the nightmares can’t reach her. Her naked body curls into yours as sleep slowly overtakes her. You stroke her dark hair, and between soft sighs she murmurs: “I don’t know what to do with this. With you. But don’t go yet.” Because all she wants is for you to stay. Even if it’s just for tonight.

JOHANNA MASON ✸

It’s no surprise to anyone: She definitely uses sarcasm as a shield to hide what she really feels for you. She’ll probably say something like: “Not bad. But don’t get used to it, okay?” And then, after a long silence, for the first time she’ll let you run your fingers through her hair or brush her skin with your fingertips. She knows it feels good, maybe too good. But you have to understand that she still finds it hard to fully open up, even to you. In the end, she’ll let you rest your head on her stomach and murmur: “You’re way too calm. It’s weird. But I like it.”

Me foaming at the mouth and clawing hearts into the walls of my enclosure at the mention of Barry Styles:

Yeah sure

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Random Barry Styles Headcanons

SFW

Actually has tried a few different hairstyles! He's tried buns, braids, ponytails, half up half down, etc. The lipstick style is still his go to, but likes to experiment every now and then

Gets embarrassed when his hair gets wet and flattens out. He feels it isn't a good look on him (LET THE RECORD SHOW I HEAVILY DISAGREE)

Knows how to style all types of hair! Length, texture, he's got you covered

Changes his hair color according to his aesthetic. It doesn't happen often, but he always gets excited at the opportunity to go goth

Softest skin in the whole house

Loves having spa days with you! If you ever seem like you've had a bad day or are just feeling down, Barry is ready with a hot bath and face masks

Tried to make a GRWM series on Youtube, but quickly forgot the password to his account sooooo...

"Ah, eto... bleh!" has become a new vocal stim for him (he even does the little hand thing)

Really really likes magical girl anime! Hero-hime introduced him to Sailor Moon and just kept going through them all. He loves to watch them with her, but really wants to watch them with you!! Even if it isn't your style, please just cuddle with him while he watches!

Barry isn't adverse to using the powerful puppy dog eyes on you. He'll happily stare at you with wide eyes, batting those perfect eyelashes sweetly, knowing damn well you can't turn him down

One day you gifted him with a real life Sailor Moon compact and he genuinely cried out of joy

You've caught him doing magical girl transformations in the mirror (Amir likes to playfully compliment him on it)

His secondary favorite color changes all the time. Pink will always Barry's favorite of all time, but can't decide on his second favorite. Currently it's a nice Clementine Orange~

Best friends with Zoey! They both like to ramble about their interests and different fun facts. Zoey brought up the weird fact she learned about birds being unable to control their bowel movements, and then they just went on and on about bird facts

They both have girls nights quite often and just spend all night talking on and on (you get invited every time, of course)

Paints everyone's nails in the house. Some like to try it themselves, but Barry's strokes are just so precise! He has even gotten Amir into doing his nails now

Barry will happily paint your nails whenever you ask~

Hates how so many makeup lines have no skintone range, it's a big thing for him. Just the lack of inclusivity in the beauty industry is a topic that gets him really heated

But don't worry, whenever he does your makeup, he somehow is always able to find/make a foundation that matches your exact skintone

Dabbled in drag for a little bit. It was fun but it didn't stick. He still has the makeup skills for it though, and has helped a lot of other objects try drag out (Drysdale actually volunteered to be first)

Started doing yoga with Dunk on the weekends. They were randomly talking about old workout outfits and Dunk suggested they get together for yoga

NSFW

Keeps himself nice and groomed. Doesn't have a lot of body hair, but what he has he keeps neat

The tip of his dick is naturally very pink

You know how I said he has the softest skin in the house? I dare you to feel him and find any inch that's not smooth and silky

Surprisingly toned. He isn't buff or even that athletic, but Barry has a daily regimen that includes speed-walks and yoga. He values health. It's a real surprise when he takes off his top (don't stare too much, he gets embarrassed!)

Will pepper kisses all over your body, and I mean all over. His soft lips will gently caress every inch of your skin and make sure no part goes unloved

Before he goes down on you, he'll make sure to take his sweet time around your inner thighs

Whispers praise between kisses

"Oh darling, you're so beautiful... like a painting made of the most lovely foundation~"

Don't really lean dom or sub, Barry just goes with the flow. If he feels like taking the lead he will, and if you wanna take the lead that's cool too!

A playful and romantic lover. While you make love, the air will be filled with giggles and laughs (you know how in cartoons when a couple gets together and a bunch of hearts start flying and dancing in the air? That's the vibe)

Wants to make love someplace comfy, preferably the bed, and the more pillows the better! It will feel like you're making love in the clouds~

But if he's horny enough, Barry doesn't mind doing it right on the bathroom counter instead

Loves giving and receiving lipstick blowjobs. Seeing rings of different colors around his or your cock is a gorgeous sight to him

Open to experimentation! He's borrowed a few sexy books from Lyric and likes to flip to a random page when he's feeling adventurous

Has a secret secret secret journal where he keeps memories of your love making sessions. Writing things down has been working for mostly everything else in his life, so why not here?

Those beautiful nights he spends with you are some of the happiest of his life. He doesn't want to forget them

It embarrassing for him to admit, but when you go out of town or are out for extended periods of time, Barry will pull out his journal and jerk off while reading it

i know

you may have

an aesthetic

but this

shit

is

incredibly fucking discouraging

- a reblog is when you hit that little arrow button and share something to your own blog from your dashboard.  - it is then seen by your followers and anyone who sees your blog thus enabling it to be reblogged more and seen by a wider audience which is good for the creator, keeping a source link to the creators blog in tact. - a reblog is NOT the same thing as a repost - reposting is bad bad bad and you should never do it - reposting is when you screenshot, save and re-upload the content on your own blog and is not given the proper credit so the person who spent their time and effort on it will not be recognized for their work. this is gross and anyone who does it needs to learn how to fucking stop. 

These are notes on my gifs from 2012 - 2013:

These are notes on my gifs made in 2018-2019:

And, of course, making original content isn’t purely about notes - and ANY recognition toward original content is always appreciated - but when you’ve been on this website long enough to see how people used to treat and cherish content creators as opposed to how content creators are treated today, it can be very disappointing and discouraging. I don’t know what changed but something visibly changed. People are not reblogging posts anymore.

Penelope being incredibly subby and wanting nothing more than to crawl in you or Betty's lap—it's not that she's embarrassed by it, not by a long shot. However, she's not the most relaxed person ever, but she's still adorably desperate to be with either of you at any given time!

Penelope lying back on Betty's lap, completely stripped and teary, while the woman coos and rubs her face gently. You're in between her legs, biting just enough to get a little lovemark on her. You to assure her, over and over again, that you will make her feel amazing—and she trusts you!

@gears-grinding this is late as FUCK, it got buried on my other account<//3 Skylar is a stellar choice, but I think my top choices (from most likely to least likely to cry) would have to...

Penelope! I think all "overworked, underpaid coworker" characters (no matter where they are from) are, as a general rule, into being fucked absolutely stupid and until their legs are twitching! This, of course, includes our favorite girl! Pen loves grabbing your hair, gasping loudly, playing with her own tits, and practically whining when you press your drooling tongue against her swollen clit. She's the most likely to cry first!

Fantina! Are you kidding me? She's ecstatic to just have you touching her, but the fact that you're being so generous with your tongue, shoving your face as far into her as humanly possible... It drives her insane, and she never wants it to stop! 69 is this girls' best friend, so don't expect to not have your own legs shaking as you fight against the overstimulation.

amazing thought, there’s 100+ dateables, you’re never not going to be getting fucked or cockwarming someone… At least it makes for really interesting group sex combinations!!