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[orangepeetals]

Cabin life

[orangepeetals]

omg omg loved the derek fic so much, i’ll be anxiously waiting for part two ❤️🫶🏻

million dollar man | derek danforth x reader - part 2

thank you so much anon!!! so glad you liked it! :') hope you enjoy this part! <3

word count: 3.5k

warnings/disclaimers: (18+ only!) fem!reader (no use of y/n), one reference to being high, use of pet names (baby, sweetheart, girl, etc), making out/kissing, hickeys on reader, explicit consent, descriptive fingering & oral (f receiving), overstimulation (in a way), filthy dirty talk, praise w/ hardly any degradation, established control by derek, tiny bit angsty, cute fluff w/ a happy ending <3

for the biggest derek fucker i know, @sugarevans: i hope you love it just as much as i loved writing it for you 🤍

ao3 link | masterlist

read part 1 here! a lot of things might not make sense if you haven't :)

You never thought you’d ever be in this position.

Making out with Derek Danforth; hands gripping every inch of your body, high out of your mind, is something most wouldn’t ever imagine doing.

Yet, here you were, doing just that.

And hell, was it better than you ever imagined.

His lips were like fire on yours, burning you up and up the more he hungered for your kiss and touch. He was eager; desperate to taste you and everything you had to offer, something that he’s wanted for as long as he could remember.

Ever since he first saw you, he knew what he wanted, and now that he could finally have it? Nothing was stopping him.

“D-Derek,” You gasped once his lips pulled away from yours, giving you a second to breathe as your back pressed into the luxurious couch, his body on top of you, “You’re okay with this, right?”

You wanted to make sure, despite how eager you were yourself. You couldn’t help but overthink it, fighting between not wanting to give yourself to the selfish man in front of you, and wanting to give yourself up completely.

Now, all of those months convincing yourself that you didn’t want him were for nothing.

And, God, were you fucking okay with that.

He gave you a grin, letting out a small chuckle as he shook his head, almost as if you were crazy for even asking him that. “Been waiting for this forever, baby.. ‘Course I fucking am,” He breathed out, pressing kisses on your lips that slowly began to trail downwards; to your cheek, your jaw, then your neck, sending chills throughout your entire body.

You were sensitive when it came to his touch, and along with his kisses, his wandering hands couldn’t help but feel for every single part of you. One of his forearms held him up, keeping him steady as the other reached for your jaw, lifting your head up so he could have more access to your skin.

You shuddered at the feeling of his soft lips on your neck, forcing a light moan out of your mouth as he started to suck and lick, warning you of a feeling that was all too familiar.

You breathed heavily, letting out a small, “Wait,” as you attempted to relax. “I c-can’t.. go out like that if you.. do that,” You protested, hoping he understood what you meant.

And that, he did.

He pulled away for a split second, eyes looking up at you as he asserted himself confidently, the same Derek you’ve always known. “Yeah, you can, baby. Need to make sure everyone knows you’re mine now. That clear?”

You lick your lips, opening your mouth to protest again, but you don’t get very far. He tuts his tongue, expressing his disapproval as the action forces your mouth shut, “Nuh uh. You’re gonna let me do this, sweetheart. Been waiting too long now,” The hand on your jaw grips it just enough to make you focus on him, “Do I make myself clear?” He says, pausing with each word to enunciate it.

You nod immediately, every ounce of resistance you had in you disappearing as butterflies filled your stomach.

Normally, you’d put up a fight and maybe even walk out of a circumstance like this; But, you’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t like this side of him.

The Derek that just takes and takes. Nothing you can say no to, and willingly, you’d allow.

“Need to hear you,” He instructs, voice stern as his eyes lock into yours. Derek may be the type to always want control, but he wouldn’t ever do anything you weren’t completely okay with.

You exhale softly and nod again, complying, “Crystal clear.” Your eyes flicker from his lips, lingering there for a moment before finding his eyes again, “Make me yours.”

The strict expression on his lips immediately shifts into a smirk, those words giving him every ounce of motivation to finish what he started.

He pushes himself up for a second and presses one long kiss to your lips, filthy and passionate as ever, muttering, “That’s my girl,” before finding himself back on your neck, doing exactly what he’s intended to do for months.

With your heavy breaths and gasps of his name filling his ears, he accomplishes the task easily; leaving a trail of hickeys all around your neck and cleavage, hands gripping your tits through your shirt. The swelling of the marks that his lips captivate leave you wanting more.

More than just his lips.

You take the chance to stop him, gently pushing his head away as you whine softly, “Need more, Derek.”

He shushes you, nearly reading your mind as he begins to lower himself, keeping eye contact with you. He lifts your shirt up as he moves, exposing your stomach to press kisses along the skin, until he finally reaches the one spot he’s fantasized about for so long.

The action and the thought of what he might do to you leaves your body shuddering, anticipating his next move. You’d let him do anything he wanted now.

He slowly unbuttons your pants, taking his time as if his eyes were memorizing every second of it. You help him slip them off, lifting your hips so he can easily remove them, the cool air in the room hitting your exposed skin. You feel yourself grow wetter, desperate for him to do something, anything to you.

He takes no time to waste putting your pants aside, kneeling in between your thighs and spreading your legs. His gaze flickers from your face down to your panties, chest moving up and down as he processes the sight in front of him; your darkening eyes, legs wide open for him. 

Oh, what a beauty you are.

You await his next move, biting your bottom lip as you feel your core tighten, and he finally moves; taking his hand and sliding his fingers over your clothed cunt just for a second, feeling you for the first time. You shudder, gasping at his touch as your arousal seeps through your panties. You’re growing impatient, squirming with need.

“F-Fuck, Derek, touch me, please,” You whine, hips moving a bit to get any type of friction. He just presses down on your stomach, keeping you still as he tuts. “Shh, baby. Gonna take my fuckin’ time with you. Make you feel real good, yeah?” He states, using his other hand to cup it over your cunt.

It makes you gasp, body shaking from the sudden contact again. You press your lips together, quickly nodding as you accept his terms. You couldn’t possibly say no, anyways.

“Now,” He pauses, “Close that pretty mouth of yours n’ take what I give you,” He mutters sternly, but he isn’t done. “I’m gonna tell you what I’m gonna do to you, and you’re gonna be a good girl for me. Is that right?” He asks, fingers rubbing ever so softly against you.

You nod, shakily agreeing as you hold back from moving, “T-That’s right.”

He grins. “Good. You’re real pretty when you listen to me.”

You breathe shakily, stomach fluttering from his words and watching as he lowers to lay himself directly in between your thighs, hands now gripping them with his head facing you.

“Am I not when I don’t?” You retort, taking your chance to bite back.

He chuckles, “You know you’re more than pretty, baby.. I just like you like this more.”

You wouldn’t expect any less from him and his need for you.. And, if anything? It makes you want to be more like this for him.

“Giving yourself up to me..” He hums, caressing your thigh sensually and slowly, eyes devouring you, “Now, doesn’t that feel so much better?”

Before you can respond, his thumb slides from your inner thigh to slip underneath your panties, feeling for your slick slit as you hiss at the sudden contact, skin to skin. Fuck, he was unpredictable.

You gasp softly, walls involuntarily clenching around nothing. The way he was talking to you.. It was driving you crazy.

“No more talking back, no more excuses.. Now that I got you like this, honey. Just how it should be.. How you’re meant to be.” He continues, making your heart race. You were giving yourself up to him the more he spoke; the more he made you realize just how much you needed him, too.

The powerful, superior version of yourself.. crumbling all by the hands of the man who wants to see you break.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen, sweetheart..” He tells you, eyes on your face as his thumb slides through your folds, “’M gonna eat you out and make you cum on my tongue..”

The tip of his thumb sinks inside of you, forcing a moan out of your mouth. You need more, breathing heavily as you process his words, envisioning all the things he’s putting inside of your head.

“And then, I’m gonna do it.. Again, and again, until you can’t anymore.”

His thumb then slips out of you, moving and using his fingers to hook itself at the hem of your panties, pulling them off of you roughly. It’s quick and seamless, leaving you completely exposed for him, legs spread wide enough for him to fix on your glistening core immediately.

His fingers glide in between your throbbing lips, soaked beyond your control as he grunts at the sight and feeling. “Fuck yeah, baby.. So fuckin’ wet, shit.”

He can hardly control himself, slowly inserting two of his thick, long fingers inside of you, the lewd sound coaxing a laugh out of his throat. He pumps his fingers deliberately, eyes indecisive on where to linger; your face or your cunt. He picks the latter, gaze fixed on your walls gripping his digits, memorizing the way you take them, squelching and slick with your arousal.

Your pants drive his movements faster, moaning his name softly as your core tightens each time his fingers slowly begin to fill you to the hilt, knuckle-deep inside of you. 

You whine loudly, incoherent noises escaping your lips as you look down at him, squirming. “There we go, baby.. Look at how good you’re takin’ it.. pretty pussy begging for more.” He praises, taking his sweet time to pull his fingers out of you, watching how your hole closes from how empty you are.

Before you can register the feeling, he leans forward, sticking out his tongue to lick a stripe against your folds, the tip of it hitting your swollen clit. It makes your body jolt, the shock of the sensation igniting your nerves. It’s been a long fucking time since you’ve felt this good.

He moans out, breath hitting your cunt as it sends shivers down your spine. “Tastes fuckin’ good, baby.. Gonna fuck you with my tongue now, yeah?” He mutters, words hardly coherent enough for you before he latches his mouth around your clit, sucking it softly. 

You cry out at the feeling, involuntarily squirming away as it overwhelms you. He was so fucking quick; desperate and needy. Before you could pull away from him, his arms wrap around your thighs, roughly pulling you close. He traps you with his hold, tongue now exploring your folds and devouring you like a starved man.

“Derek! O-Oh, fuck!” You groan, shutting your eyes tightly as your body overtakes you, short and quick breaths filling his ears. You feel him chuckle, sending small vibrations through your core as he slides his tongue inside of your hole, thrusting it in and out of you. His thumb then moves up to your clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles against it, wanting to feel you shake.

And, you do, as your walls clench around his tongue, body writhing hastily, overwhelmed with pleasure and that familiar build growing inside of you. Your hand reaches for his hair, gripping the bleached locks that give you a single ounce of control.

Your grasp allows you to push his face further into your cunt, grinding yourself against his mouth as you chase your high, crying his name out as if it were the only word you knew. Your stomach fills with warmth, breaths quickening as you cum shakily on his tongue without any warning.

You moan out his name one last time, convulsing around him as you increasingly grow sensitive, releasing your grip on his hair. He doesn’t let up though, and your nerves gradually become delicate, forcing a whine out of you; a protest. “N-No.. No more, Derek, fuck, I c-can’t, please.” You stammer out, trying to writhe away from his grasp.

He only takes a second to pull away from you, shaking his head disapprovingly as he pulls you back to him, reestablishing his grasp on your thighs even tighter than before.

He looks up at you, eyes hungry for more, “That was only one, honey. Not enough. C’mon, know you can give me another, yeah.. Just one more..” He encourages you, using one of the hands wrapped around your thigh to give it small rubs, soothing your trembling body.

Your body involuntarily twitches, overstimulated from your first orgasm and the continuous contact on your skin. You just nod at him though, letting out a small “okay” so he can verbally hear it; something you’re starting to know that he likes from you.

He grins up at you, evidently satisfied at your actions. “There we go, you’re getting it now.. Such a good fucking girl.”

His praises cause your face to heat up, his approval of you becoming the one thing you never thought you’d need from him.

Turns out, you’re finding out a lot of things about yourself tonight that you didn’t know.

You take a deep breath in preparation, watching one of his arms unrestrain your thigh, hand moving towards your core. He glances back to your face, then to your pussy, pressing the tip of his index and middle finger to your entrance. You watch his face as he licks his lips, pressing them in slowly, almost excruciatingly slow.

You whine, the force of his fingers making your walls constrict around them, and your heart beats rapidly everywhere. You’re still tight, and he can feel it too.

He lets out a laugh as his eyes flicker to your face to watch it twist, and it feels mean. “You’re still so fucking tight, holy shit,” He chuckles again, fingers pulling out of you to rest against your hole, and shoving it back in deliberately. You cry out his name, incoherent words spilling out of your lips as you squirm away from him again.

He mutters out, “No, no, no, stay here, baby, come on,” and his large arm reaches to grip your waist, pulling you back to him once again. His forearm stays against your stomach now, pinning you into the couch so you can’t possibly move away. “Yeah, yeah, there y’go.” He draws out.

“Just gotta let yourself go, sweetheart.. Don’t fight it, c’mon..”

Your eyes shut tightly, and you listen to him, letting yourself go. The control in your body begins to fade, and he takes it as a sign to continue; fucking his thick fingers back into your cunt with an increasing pace and force.

You feel so full with him, but just as you think that, he adds a third finger, stretching you out further as he quickens his thrusts.

The lewd noises fill the room, your soaked folds flowing onto his hand and growing louder the faster he moves. Your pussy takes his fingers eagerly, engulfing them seamlessly. “Wish you could see what I’m seein’, honey.. Your cunt gripping every inch of my fucking fingers, fuck, so fuckin’ pretty. Doing so good, baby, I know it feels so good, huh?” His words are too much for you, along with his fingers moving so fast from how soaked you were. 

They start to pound into that one spot inside of you that has you seeing stars, and you convulse around them, body twitching, but hardly affecting Derek from his harsh grip on you. It keeps you still for him, never stopping his moves as he lets out whispers of encouragement to you, praising you absentmindedly and breathing heavily against your cunt.

“Yeah, yeah, give it to me, baby, cum on my fucking fingers, please.” He whines out, his hips grinding against the couch, almost as if he was getting off to your own pleasure. You shake against him, chest heaving up and down as that heat in your core builds and builds, finally releasing as you climax with his name on your tongue.

You nearly scream it, unable to control yourself as your eyes roll to the back of your head, your walls clenching around his fingers over and over again uncontrollably. He stops his movements now, letting you come down from it slowly, pulling his fingers out of you as you tremble.

As you take deep breaths, heartbeat slowing, you flutter your eyes open to look at Derek, watching as he inserts his fingers in his mouth to taste you. He pulls them out with a pop and moves himself to lay over you, using his clean hand to move your hair out of your face.

He praises you, pressing a small kiss to your forehead with his eyes looking at you with so much pride. “Did so fucking good for me, baby. Knew you could do it, fuck yeah.” He hums, now pressing a kiss to your lips.

You accept it greedily, placing your hands on his chest, wanting to be as close to him as possible. Your feelings for him were overwhelming; one night of pleasure causing you to confront every thought & emotion you’ve ever had of him. And the way he was treating you now? God, it made it even harder for you to feel subtle about it.

And, maybe.. Just maybe.. it was because he was the best fuck you’ve ever had.

But, despite how sensitive you were, you couldn’t help but want more. And besides, you wanted him to feel good too, after bringing you so much satisfaction.

“Thank you, Derek.. B-But, what about you?” You asked shakily, body still trembling from your peak. He shook his head, caressing your face gently as he spoke, “Nah, baby, this was all about you.. It’s always been.. about you. To make you feel good.”

You let out a small laugh and shook your head yourself, in denial of it all. Did he really care for you this much?

Before you can ask him anything, he continues, spilling out every ounce of vulnerability he could allow himself to. “Took my chance after waiting all these months. I couldn’t just let myself be so.. selfish.. Not this one time.. Yeah?” He cocked his head, trying to see if you understood or not. He seemed almost jittery; nervous and anxious to even be telling you this.

You knew he was taking such a big leap to be telling you these things.. To be acting this way. 

It didn’t go unnoticed by you at all.

You took the chance to joke with him, trying to ease the tension in the room. “Derek Danforth.. Not.. being selfish? Never thought I’d see the day.” You giggled, hoping he’d take it how you intended it to.

His head lowers to look down at your hands on him for a second, licking his lips as he takes his time to think about what to say to you. He takes a deep breath, looking back up at you as he sighs out.

“I’m trying..” He pauses, inhaling sharply, “Not.. to be.”

Your smile fades from your face, lips parting as you take in his words. It hits you, making you realize just how much he’s trying.

“At least.. Not with you, baby,” He purses his lips, swallowing, “Don’t wanna be selfish with you.. Not.. not anymore.”

You give him a small, gentle smile, nodding slowly in hopes to encourage him. You want him to open up to you; it’s all you’ve ever wanted from him.

“Derek, I..” You start, but he cuts you off.

“I know I.. I’ve been an asshole, to everyone, to you.. But, I don’t wanna be the guy.. That doesn’t deserve you anymore,” He admits quickly, almost wanting to rush it out before he bails out on it.

“I-I.. want to be the guy that does.”

He finally confesses it.. the one thing that’s been holding him down; the one thing that he’s finally managed to realize.

It wasn’t just you that captivated him.

It was the drive to change for you that did.

You let out a relieving breath, shutting your eyes as you press a passionate, genuine kiss on his lips. He takes it gratefully, sighing into your mouth as if the weight of the entire world was lifted off his shoulders.

You pull away from him, grinning as your glazed eyes glimmer at him.

“That’s a start, baby.. You’re already a mile ahead of that.” You tell him, honest and real; vulnerable yourself.

Maybe, Derek Danforth was more than capable of change.

Maybe.. Derek Danforth wasn’t so selfish after all.

Now, it was your chance to find out.

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a/n: thank you so much for reading! i loved writing this and i might add onto it when writing for derek again to stay in this little world! :)

feedback & reblogs are always greatly appreciated <3

[orangepeetals]

being the derek danforth’s special girl probably sounds like this:

[orangepeetals]

million dollar man | derek danforth x reader

summary: Derek Danforth takes great pleasure in paying for your company and your company only. He’s also a grade A asshole, who doesn't know how to take no for an answer. You come to him on a strict schedule, and, usually, he respects your life aside from him. But, for some reason, you can’t ever seem to get a hold of an evening with your friends without his intrusions. Corrupted with need, Derek persuades you to come to him with an offer of something.. more. Something that he knows will get your attention. What happens when the night ends in a way you wouldn't possibly expect?

word count: 3k

warnings/disclaimers: (18+ only!) fem!reader (no use of y/n), slight spoilers for "the beekeeper", reader's a broke college student, substance use (reader & derek smoke a joint and get high), (that's the "more" in the summary if that matters to anyone btw), use of pet names (baby, babe), derek's an asshole and a bit toxic (as expected), maybe ooc derek but? in a way, reader makes derek want to be better, a bittt of angst but it's worth it i promise, kissing, yeaa i think that's it, part 2 will have smut ofc!, this is kinda all over the place but i hope it makes sense lmfaoo

authors note: hi! i've been so so occupied w/ college, so i apologize sincerely for my sudden, longgg hiatus :') i miss writing all of the time </3 but, i saw the beekeeper on saturday and felt the need to write again! i've been super into jhutch for the past few months, so i hope you guys enjoy this one <3 part two should be coming asap :) so, consider this my brief comeback? but not really? i'm unpredictable

ao3 link | masterlist

part 2 coming soon!

Being one of the girls Derek Danforth keeps around, you’re bound to deal with some of the bullshit that comes along with it.

But unbeknownst to you, he likes you a little more than he'd like to admit.

He hasn't seen any of the others in weeks now, his mind only occupied with his thoughts of you and when you're not around. And when you're actually with him, paying for the pleasures of your company, he can't help but want more from you when he knows that's beyond your limits.

It's simple, really.

He's a lonely man, and he knows that; knows that his personality is hard to swallow and tolerate. Knows it's pathetic that all he can do is pay for people to actually stick around.

But, there's only so much a lonely man can take.

So, that's when he starts seeing you, exclusively, ‘cause to be fair? You’re the only one who’s bothered to stay by his side for this long.

The only one who’s ever made him feel.. something.

It’s been a few months now since you started seeing Derek. The first few visits from you immediately captured his attention; your disposition being unlike any he's ever encountered before.

Being surrounded by other like-minded people such as himself, it's safe to say that it's all he's ever known. The rich and prosperous life that everyone else around him has. The ability to get anything he wants in a blink of an eye, regardless of what it was, extravagant or not.

You on the other hand? It wasn't so easy.

Maybe it was because you were so hard to get. Maybe it was because he liked the challenge.

He didn't know why he was so captivated by you. But, what he did know was the fact that he needed to.

"Hey, I know we said next week, but I need you here now."

Derek had called you, urgently as it seemed while you were out. Despite the heads up you gave him about your upcoming plans the last time you saw each other, he didn't care, and that was something you were already preparing for.

"Derek, I told you: I can't do today. We agreed that it was fine." You spoke directly into the phone, walking away from your friends at the club you were at to a quieter area; away from the deafening music that shook every inch of the perimeter.

"Are you at a club right now?"

You sighed exasperatedly, the irritation in your tone evident as you reached an empty corridor near the bathroom, body leaning against the wall. "Yes, Derek, did I have to specify my plans to you as well?"

He let out a small laugh that made you stiffen, throat tightening.

"What's with the attitude, baby? It was a harmless fuckin' question."

You were used to this with him; the casual swearing, the way he spoke to you. It was nothing new, and everything you had already adapted to.

But, God, did it annoy the fuck out of you sometimes.

"No attitude. Just wondering why the hell you need me on my day off. I'm having some fun here, is that a problem?"

"Without me? 'Course it is," He exclaimed, his voice giving off his arrogance, "Why have fun there when you could be doin' that with me here?"

You swallowed sharply and licked your bottom lip, looking up and around you as you shook your head, hesitant on his inquiry. "I don't know, Derek.. I, I'm with my friends. Promised I'd be here tonight.." You paused, "They think I 'see you too much' already, y'know?"

"Fuck what your friends think. Come on, come see me, baby. I'll make it worth your while."

He was desperate, you could tell that much.

You rolled your eyes at that, your declaration already evoking his direct persuasions. "And how would you do that, Mr. Danforth?" You teased, "You know I don't play that shit with you."

He sighed into the phone, "Got something better then. You wanna relax, clear your head a bit? Fuck, I got it all for you," He implied what you thought he did, a slight weak spot that you didn't mind partaking in once in awhile.

He knew you were stressed with college, hence why you took this job in the first place; to ease the expenses you had to deal with. He also knew what you liked.

Still, who were you if one measly opportunity to get high bought you out?

"..And?" The word trailed off your tongue, drawing it out.

"I'll pay double tonight."

Too easy. "Fine."

You straightened yourself out, preparing to make up some lousy excuse to your friends of your departure. One that you knew they'd easily figure out.

"Text me the address."

Done. You heard the ding from the speaker of his phone alert him.

"Sending a car your way. Be out in 15."

You were intrigued by Derek.

Despite how much of an asshole he was, despite the privileged life that he's been able to live; the complete opposite of what you had been given.. you were intrigued by him.

The way he ticked, the way he carried himself.

The way everyone knew so much but so little about the President's son.

You almost felt special that his desires laid with you.

The roads that grew mundane to you towards Derek's estate made your heart race, the familiarity of it all still feeling so unbelievable to fathom.

You weren't like him; you were nothing like him. So, how in the hell did you get in this position?

The abrupt stop of the car you were in snapped you out of your head, and one of the workers Derek had around opened the door for you.

"Welcome back. Mr. Danforth has been waiting for you."

You smiled at the man and nodded, thanking him gracefully as you were led into the absurdly large residence you were still foreign to.

Before you could latch your eyes onto the man expecting you, his voice introduced himself into the room first, capturing your gaze.

"There's my girl. About time." Derek spoke loudly, and proudly at that, rushing towards you eagerly. He wore a blue suit with a cheetah print button up just underneath it, and you couldn't help but admit how nice it looked on him. His outfits could be outrageous at times, but it just worked with him.

You laughed at his remark. "I saw you two days ago, Derek."

He shook his head, grinning as he pressed a small kiss to your cheek. An affectionate gesture that you agreed to in your early days with him. "Two days, too long."

You rolled your eyes and gave him a small side hug, feeling a bit more eased at his calm demeanor. It seemed like he was completely different from the Derek you spoke to on the phone. Maybe he really did just need to see you.

But you? You had no idea why he chose you.

"Well, I'm here now.. What are you gonna do with me?" You tantalized, wanting to fuck with him as much as you could. The rules you set for yourself kept him in check, but you couldn't deny how fun it was to see him squirm.

You were confident, and you knew it. You knew he wanted you. But, you knew your worth, too. You weren't going to be so easy.

At least, not unless it was on your own circumstances.

He took a deep breath and put his hand on your lower back, beginning to lead you towards the abundant living room that he had all to himself. Matter of fact, he had the entire place to himself.

He glanced at your face as you took your steps, explaining himself clearly, "Just what you agreed to, baby. Got what you want right here." He took his hand off of you, walking towards the elegant box on the sofa table that he quickly opened up.

Pulling out something small, he lifted it up to you, revealing the perfectly rolled up joint that put a slight smirk on your face.

Well, here we fucking go.

"You're staying true to your word, Danforth. Just what I like to see," You commented, walking up to him, "Well, don't keep me waiting."

He shook his head and scoffed lightly, "Get comfortable, then."

He sat on the couch and patted next to him, and you followed right along, the lighter suddenly in his hand igniting to present the orange flame that flickered in your eyes.

He placed the joint in between his lips, lighter hovering above the end of it as it makes that familiar sound, papered edges burning crisp. He takes a drag of it, shutting his eyes as he lets the smoke fill his mouth before inhaling it into his lungs. A familiar warmth already seeping into the environment around you.

Without a second to waste, he urges you to come closer, muttering out a, "C'mere baby," before he places the tip of the joint in between your lips for you.

You quickly take the chance to take a drag yourself, repeating his every move as you shut your eyes blissfully, the herbal scent of it filling your nose from Derek's own smoke escaping his mouth.

"Yeah," He draws out, "There you go," He mutters as he watches you intently, taking in your hazy state as you evidently begin to relax. "Feels good?"

You swallow as you flutter your eyes back open to him, slight butterflies spreading to your stomach.

..That was the weed. Not him. Definitely not him.

You just nodded as he pulled it away from you, sleekly mustering out, "Great. Feeling better already."

He smirked at you and cocked his head, "Already? We're just gettin' started, babe."

You huffed and leaned back against the couch, getting yourself more comfortable as you shook your head, "Alright, Mr. Professional over here. I don't smoke as much as you, you know that." You sighed.

"I know, I know, m' just fucking with you. Besides, you got me here now, anyways," He teased, scooting a bit closer to you, "C'mon, open up." He urged you, taking another drag coolly, eyes stuck on you.

You quickly listened, lips parting to open wide, expecting the sudden smoke that filled the air to hit you. He blew it out in your face, making you giggle from the feeling as your lungs took it in.

He licked his lips as his gaze lingered on yours, lips slowly closing shut as your body increasingly felt lighter, the substance overwhelming your foggy brain.

The more the seconds passed, the more his eyes darkened, consuming you completely.

A part of you couldn’t help but like it.

There was something so sensual about it. You knew that; there was no denying it. And maybe it was the weed too, but fuck, did it feel good with him right now.

Right now, Derek Danforth was not the condescending asshole that you occasionally dreaded being around.

Right now, Derek Danforth was slowly becoming the one thing that you craved the most.

Fuck, it really was the weed.

"Give me that." You distracted yourself from your heavy thoughts, reaching for the joint in between his fingers. He handed it to you and leaned back against the couch himself, body angled to face you entirely.

He couldn't take his eyes off of you, and now, it was you who was bound to squirm.

You avoided his gaze, taking one last drag before giving it back to him eagerly. There was only so much you could take, and normally you'd want more, but you couldn't help but fear the possibility of any more of it multiplying these thoughts of him.

The feelings that you continuously needed to deny.

Your eyes locked onto the center table just in front of you, suddenly feeling incredibly curious about the intricately built legs that screamed wealth.

Now, he obviously wasn't as high as you, because the next thing that leaves his mouth sounds a bit too coherent for him to be.

"Don't know how you went this long without me."

Your head snapped to him at that, stomach suddenly tightening with confusion at his words. A direct, accusative statement you couldn't have possibly expected to hear from him.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing. Just.. with college, with this, with experiences like this.. You need me. Obviously." He exclaimed confidently, as if you should’ve known that already.

There he was. The asshole.

You sharply inhaled, scoffing as you shook your head, staring down at your lap. Your hazy mind can't even help you form words, except for the one phrase that doesn’t do your defense any justice.

"I don't.. I don't need you." The tone of it is light, gentle as it rolls off your tongue, and you hate that you're not in the right headspace for this right now.

He laughs at that. The same laugh that always makes you stiffen, freezing in your place.

"You don't.. you don't need me?" He mocks you as he takes another drag from the joint, putting it out on the ashtray in front of him, "Everybody needs someone, baby.. You shouldn't try so hard to deny that." He taunts you, and you know that it's what he wants from you.

For you to lash out. For you to show him any ounce of vulnerability that you've managed to keep composed since this relationship began.

"Especially not from someone who treats you so.. Right." He whispers out, almost grimly as he leans in closer to you, face merely inches away.

You slowly turn your head now, facing him as you shut your eyes gauzily, mind still lost in your mix of emotions. You hate him; you want to hate him so badly, but you can't.

Some fucked up part of you can't let yourself.

But, that doesn't stop you from putting up a fight.

"You treat me.. right? Is that what you think?" You begin, eyebrows furrowing as you attempt to hold yourself back, "You're an asshole, who treats everyone like shit, Derek."

He laughs, a cruel noise escaping his lips; an unexpected action that urges you on, pushing you further.

"You.. You completely disregard my feelings, my, my plans, everything in my life that doesn't have anything to do with you, you're unbearable, you—"

He cuts you off then, inching closer to you as he grins at that, "Then why the fuck do you stick around? If I'm so fucking unbearable, baby, why do you bother with me?"

"Because maybe.. there's some part of me that hopes you'll stop being such a piece of shit, Derek!" You explode now, aggravated and pushed to your limits. Pushed to show you care for him in some way.

Was this his plan all along?

You don’t know, but you let out one final remark, unable to control yourself now that you've already begun, "But, I don't fucking need you. You need me." You spit out, your seething glare locked on him.

"I need you?" He spews out, almost as if it's too unbelievable to even hear.

"Yeah, you need me."

"I need you?" He repeats bitterly.

You swallow, blatantly whispering, "You need me, Derek."

He continuously denies you, his composure slowly leaving him the more you open your mouth. 

“I don’t need you. I don’t fucking need anyone.” He’s quick to say defensively as he turns away from you, refusing to allow you to get to him.

But, you know it now. You’re getting under his skin.

You press further, head closing in near his to make sure he hears your words loud & clear.

“You randomly pulled me out of my plans tonight and brought me here, Derek. What fucking for? I know you didn’t just need my fucking company. Not after you persuaded me to come. I know you better than that now.”

He shakes his head, rapid and tense, unknowingly egging you on.

“Why do you care about what the fuck I do? Who I see? Hell, even my fucking life! I thought this was all just business to you. What happened to that?”

He pauses then, processing it all. Something he's never been compelled to do before.

“..What happened to that, Derek?” You push, tone composed & steady now.

Before you can continue your little speech, before you can push him any further, he crumbles instantly; voice direct and harsh as he finally reviles into your exertions.

"I don’t—I don’t fucking know, okay! Yeah, maybe you're fucking right. Maybe that's why I always want you around. Maybe that's why you're the only fucking person that I ever want to be around. I—I just—"

“You just what?” You need to hear it, desperation seething through your voice.

He bursts out now, head turning to face you as he spits out his confession. “I can’t fucking think of anything else but you. I can’t be around anyone else without wishing it was fucking you.”

There it fucking is. But, he’s not done.

“You drive me fucking crazy, baby,” He laughs at himself, pathetic with his vulnerable words that no one else has ever gotten to hear, “And I don’t know what the fuck to do ‘cause I know this isn’t what you signed up for, but fuck, maybe I.. I do fucking need you, I don’t fucking—”

You can’t control the next thing you do.

Well, maybe you can, but you really don’t fucking want to.

It's your turn to cut him off now, after the countless times he’s done it to you; by placing your lips on his, eager and desperate as your hands slip from your lap to cup his face and pull him in close, chasing the high of his lips on yours.

He shuts his eyes as you do the same, swallowing sharply once you break it apart, eyes set on him as you await his response.

His wide eyes lock onto yours now, and he whispers out your name, shocked and unsteady, and almost in an attempt to stop you.

"God, just shut up for once." You interrupt him, pushing your lips back onto his before he can protest any further. He moans into your mouth, hands moving to grip your hips eagerly, his body closing in on you completely.

Let's just say, you don't feel so high anymore. You’re no longer confused.

You're more sure of this than anything in your fucking life.

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part two should be coming this week! feedback & reblogs are greatly appreciated <3

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GUYSSS, I was invited to the avant premiere of the beekeeper and I promise you that you will lose your mind with Derek Danforth 😭😭 HE’S THE MOST FUCKING HOT GUY IN THIS UNIVERSE

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and i promise i’ll post the pt6 of playlist for a star ok😭

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GUYZ I’M SO FUCKING EXCITED FOR THE BEEKEEPER I’M PRETTY SURE THAT JOSH GONNA SLAY THE TEN SECONDS HE WILL HAVE ON SCREEN

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A SPECIAL CHRISTMAS 🎄

🌟 peeta mellark x afab!reader

one shot, just cute things.

summary: it’s your first christmas after the war and Peeta give his best try for see you happy.

It was your first Christmas after the war, several of you had survived and now you lived peacefully but it was your first Christmas without your family. Despite the poverty of the district, your family always did everything possible to have beautiful traditions at Christmas, doing banal things such as having dinner together, exchanging some meaning gifts and having family moments that marked your entire life, really this year the last thing you wanted was to celebrate but Peeta, your boyfriend, had insisted a lot on making a celebration in the victor’s village with Katniss, Haymitch and the few that were left of them.

It was difficult for you not to feel like a stranger, they are the closest thing to what a family was but it was difficult for you to take it as such, Christmas was always marked by the moments with your parents, your siblings and other people, it was the first time you spent this holiday with people who were not of “your blood”, your memories were so happy that your sadness and anguish overshadowed any other emotion you could feel in the present, now you were surrounded by people but you felt more alone than ever.

On the other hand, Peeta’s optimism was relentless, he was that sun you see in the middle of the storm, that boy was your ground wire at all times, he was so sweet that you didn’t think you deserved someone as pure as him, Peeta was in charge of organizing everything, from cooking dinner and making delicious desserts to even decorating his home for the guests, you were appreciating each of the actions he did, because you knew that he knew that this was important for you, who were not working in the kitchen, helped put things on the table and Keep clean for dinner, Peeta had seen that in the capitol they put a kind of tree decorated with shiny balls and was in charge of having one at home to increase the decoration of the place.

You were all in your best clothes, you had eaten delicious, you had laughed and had spent really beautiful moments, you received several gifts that were charming and it couldn’t be more perfect, even so, there was a certain void that nothing could fill, this moment would be ephemeral and then you would return home, alone, without your family, you would never have them again, no matter what happened, you would always be alone. All of you were drinking and talking about some of your experiences in the district, remembering that time when everything was worse than now, you were still absorbed in your thoughts about the family, about the future, about your loneliness, you felt Peeta’s hand on your leg, you looked him in the eyes and saw the concern in his eyes, you could never lie to him, because your boyfriend already knew you too much. “We will go for a walk, we will be back soon,” he said with his characteristic kind voice before getting up, taking your hand and walking out of the house, before leaving he took his coats so that they could be covered, the snow was falling again, so it was too cold to walk without a coat.

“I know what you’re thinking and I don’t like that you’re thinking about it so much,” you watched his beautiful eyes as you heard him speak, you intertwined your hand with his to walk, you tried to ignore what he had said. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Peeta,” you murmured, the sound of the snow accompanied every step they took. “You think that after this there is nothing, I know that you were very attached to your family, I know how much it hurts, I also lost my family... I don’t have anyone else anymore” You could notice the sadness in his voice but also the worry. “You have me, Peeta, you have Haymitch, Katniss, Effie, you have us all” you stopped to be able to be in front of him, you wanted to be able to appreciate his face.

“The same for you, you still think you’ll be alone and I don’t like that you feel that way, I don’t know what to do so that you don’t feel like that, I would like to tear that pain and put it on me so that you never have to suffer” His words made you shudder, this man was simply too much for the world, your eyes shone and suddenly everything seemed clear, you were going to respond to what he said until you saw him kneeling in front of you, taking out a little box and showing a ring inside it, it was beautiful, now you were shaking. “Merry Christmas, my love, I know that This is a long way to go, I know that none of us will be able to fill that void left by those you loved but I need you to know that I love you with every part of my body, my whole heart dances for your existence and as long as I live, I will do my best so that you do not feel alone, I will remove all your fears, I will calm your nightmares and support you every time you think you will fall, because I will never let you fall, I will give every minute of my life to you and we will form our own legacy, we will have more Christmas to celebrate and we will create memories full of love, do you want to get married With me?”

At this point, you and Peeta were crying, you nodded your head and saw the most beautiful smile you had ever seen, that boy was totally bewitched by you and you couldn’t be more grateful to have it, this would definitely be your most unforgettable Christmas.

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OVER THE INFLUENCE

(pt5 of ‘playlist for a star’)

PEETA MELLARK X AFAB!READER

previous part - next part soon

summary: You were rescued from the capitol and you were taken to the 13th district but your reunion with Peeta Mellark was different from what he wanted.

a/n: Hi guys!! i expected post this in the week but a stupid coward guy stole my phone while i returned to my home after work >:( fortunately i’m fine now and at least i recovered my stuff and buy a fucking new phone, definitely peeta mellark never treat me like this -.- happy xmas !!

(y/n’s pov)

Every cell in my body hurt, I was so drowsy that I had already lost count of how many times I had been lucid or unconscious, I have lost my idea of time and my life more than anything else. My last lucid memory was me about Peeta, hitting him until everything went black, my biggest fear was not to have killed him, Peeta Mellark should not be here free as if he had not hurt me, as if he had not destroyed everything around us. The light (of what I suppose was the hospital) felt too blinding to allow me to open my eyes suddenly, so I fought to open them for a few minutes, the voices were clearer and I felt my head hurt once again, I was already getting used to the feeling.

I tried to move, anxiety took hold of my body when I felt my limbs tied to the bed, this couldn’t be happening to me again, was this a Mellark’s plan? Did you want to rescue me to finish killing me here? My desire to be dead increased every second, I no longer remembered what it was like to be without that desire. Possibly they will have seen me fight, because it took a few minutes for Haymitch to enter the cold room, I didn’t know how to feel, for a moment I felt happy to have someone who maybe didn’t want me dead but my fear and distrust couldn’t disappear so easily.

“What are you doing here?” I whispered with weakness, I felt that I would burst into tears, it was the only thing I had been able to do without restrictions in recent weeks. “I came to see you, apparently if it was as terrible as they told me... do you know what happened?” I wanted to laugh at his words but it was more like a grimace, I shook my head, I knew that I had tried to kill Peeta Mellark but beyond that, I didn’t know anything, I didn’t know if he had died, I didn’t know where I was, I also knew that Peeta Mellark was being the face of the revolution and I was suffering the consequences, of the rest of the winners I didn’t know anything, I just know that they rescued us from the capitol.

“This is Peeta Mellark’s fault, you know? He was stupid, he got into this revolution and thanks to that I’m tied up here, I’m not even sure what they did to me or where I am! I hope I killed him!” The beeps of the monitor indicated that my heart was racing, I was shaking and my voice was barely audible, I felt helpless, full of anger and anguish, I just wanted to feel safe, I wanted someone to protect me, I no longer had anyone to trust.

“Don’t worry, y/n, they subjected you to a type of torture called hijacking, they give you tracker jacker’s venom while they alter your memorices so that you feel fear or danger with things related to that, that’s why you attacked Peeta and that’s why you want to kill him, I need you to remember who he is and what it is for you, I assure you that Peeta has never wanted to harm you, he didn’t know about the plan of the revolution” Haymitch’s voice sounded honest, I wanted to believe him, I needed to believe him but my fear was bigger, what if Peeta came in and I was unarmed? What could I do? I’m not really the strongest person and I’m a little shorter than him, considering that I’m malnourished, doped and weak, although I remember that when I attacked him, he didn’t do anything to defend himself, he simply allowed me to hit him even knowing that I was at a clear disadvantage.

“Is Mellark still alive?” I didn’t even want to say his name, I had to feel far from him, far from where he could hurt me, I wanted the answer to be negative. “He has some bruises but he’s fine, he’s been seeing you all these days, he’s like crazy for not being able to do anything... when you recover and you can return to normal, you’ll appreciate not having killed him, y/n” Why was he seeing me? I knew it, he’s waiting for the moment to kill me.

“He’s going to kill me as soon as he sees me, Haymitch, you need to stop him, you need to kill him before he kills everyone!” I twisted in bed while I cried and screamed, I felt again how my head was filled with voices and memories without stopping, I couldn’t do it, I couldn’t fight my fear, I fought against the ties until my wrists bled, the sound of the door made me out of the trance.

Haymitch had left the room, instead, I found the presence of Peeta Mellark, watching me astonished and with sadness, he looked bad, his dark circles quite marked, his hair was messy and some bruises of the beating I had given him a couple of days ago were still visible, my heart shuddered, I didn’t know what I was feeling but he looked vulnerable, I wanted to throw myself into his arms and be in his chest while caressing my hair, the memories attacked my mind, some were beautiful and others horrible, I wanted to move those thoughts away but he couldn’t, he He had hurt me, it was all his fault. “You look terrible, Mellark,” I spat, trying to settle in bed, thinking of some way to defend myself if he approached me.

He sketched a sad smile and just as he expected, he approached a little but he did it slowly, he knew that I was alert. “You look as beautiful as ever, y/n, I am happy to know that you are here, safe, I will do my best so that you can be calm again, I will never forgive myself for this” His voice was so sweet that I felt that I would fall into his game, it was what he wanted and he was not going to give in.

“You should have thought about it before letting them take me, your role as a loverboy is over and it wasn’t with me who you should play it with, so you don’t need to come and tell me nice things because I don’t believe you, you’re a liar!” I could barely speak, crying and anguish had opposed my position of being hard, I was being vulnerable again and worse, I was being vulnerable in front of the person for whom I had become like this.

“Y/n, this is not a game, I love you from the first time I saw you and you know it, look at your hand, you still have the ring, you and I are secretly married, don’t you remember?” I looked at my hand, the damn ring was still there, it didn’t even seem to have any scratches, it was intact even after everything that had happened. I remembered that night, I remembered the warmth of his arms and the honey taste of his soft lips, I missed that feeling, inside me awoke that feeling of protecting him and loving him madly.

“Peeta Mellark, I will regret offering myself for the quarter quell until the end of my days, I should have let you enter there alone, I would have saved myself a lot of pain if I had not offered to enter with you, ‘cause you were going to enter as it was, you should have died there” It was the last thing I said before seeing the blond burst into tears and almost running out of the room.

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I did not see Peeta Mellark again the rest of that week, luckily I had already been allowed to leave the room accompanied by people or handcuffed in case I was alone, with a lot of therapy and a lot of crying, I could remember some things and I learned ways to discern the real from the false, although of course I had days when I did not know who I was or where I was, I was still unstable despite the fact that it was no longer as terrible as it had been at first, I began to realize that therapies and all those things were working when I could Having good memories with Peeta Mellark, I was enjoying those memories in the meadow and our sunsets together but all that was part of my mind, I didn’t know how I would react if I saw him again.

I would have liked to have enjoyed my calm and being taken care of all the time but apparently Coin decided that it was a good idea to send me to the battlefield along with the rest, they mentioned some propos.

My arrival at the squadron was not particularly pleasant, what did you intend to send me there? Right now I was only a malnourished and traumatized little girl, if I didn’t have my daggers it would be of no use and the only thing they gave me was an unloaded weapon, so the confusion was even greater, I was received with Katniss and Gale pointing at me while Peeta Mellark watched me with a look that this time I could not decipher, I assumed that for him my income was as spontaneous as it was for me.

“President Coin has sent to y/n to help us with the propos, she will be given an unloaded weapon and we will have turns to watch her, is that okay? He’s here to let you know that he’s on our side” The boy named Boggs or something like that spoke, everyone nodded to the orders without saying anything except Peeta, who offered to take care of me, the alarms went off in my head, maybe this was his time to kill me, I tried to think rationally and think that I wouldn’t be able to do something like that.

Or maybe yes.

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playlist for a star this next weeeeeeek :-) long chapter !!!

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peeta mellark the type of man to stick his hand between ur thighs under the table at dinner while having the nerve to force you to make conversation

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“SAY DON’T GO” ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

(pt4 of playlist for a star series)

PEETA MELLARK X F.READER

pt1 / pt2 / p3 / next part !! ^^

Summary: You and Peeta were tributes for the quarter quell, so they tried to stay together until they couldn’t do it anymore.

a/n: i speak Spanish so the story was originally written in Spanish and then I translated it into English, plz don’t be rude if there is a mistake !! 😞

warnings: Mentions of death, violence, angst, torture.

The days had been chaotic, interviews, training, dealing with the other tributes and looking for allies, Peeta and you had obtained a 12 in the tests, from Peeta you understood it but for your part, you came to the conclusion that it was in revenge for offering yourself instead of Katniss to enter the arena again, you feared for your life but especially for Peeta’s. You needed him to return home, Katniss was temporarily out of risk, so if you were dead, and you were going to do it, Peeta wouldn’t be alone, he could live a life With Katniss if they had to continue with the farce of the lovers.

Peeta and you didn’t waste any time, when they shouldn’t leave the apartment assigned to the 12th district and they were out of risk of being seen, you spent the whole day stuck together, talking about everything, about life, about what it would be like when they left, about how they wanted things to change, they were in their own world where nothing could harm them, the days before the games, you made sure that your boy didn’t miss a single sunset, you knew that he loved them and how important they were for both of you, once they entered that arena, no sunset could be beautiful if it was corrupted by evil.

It was time to sleep, Peeta took you in his arms and took you to bed, he sat in this one still with you clinging to him like a koala, you didn’t even want to see him in the face, you couldn’t, you were crying in silence, the blond felt your tears on his neck and let out a sigh, he was trying to contain the tears too, they both knew it was their last night together, in the morning they would both be on their way to the fucking sand. His hands caressed your waist and your hair, he cleared his throat before he could talk.

“Effie wanted us to wear something golden, he said it was something like a token, so that they know that we are a team and that we will endure until the end, I asked her to please give me this for you, I want you to take it and be strong just in case...”

“Shut your fucking mouth” you let go of interrupting him, you knew what he was going to say and you weren’t going to accept him saying it, you sobbed and stuck more to him, if possible, you let him keep talking, you wanted to hear the melody of his voice. “You know what can happen, beautiful, I’ll die there and I want you to take this so that you don’t lose hope, you’re going to leave that place alive anyway, you’re good, you’re fast, you know how to handle daggers and swords better than anyone else” Peeta’s voice could make you believe anything but this time you knew it wouldn’t be like that, you were going to die and your boy would come home but he didn’t know about it, you just wished he could forgive you for this.

He took your hand and extended it towards him, took something out of his pocket and put it on your ring finger, you separated to see it and you saw a beautiful ring, it had a precious stone in the shape of a star, it looked expensive but luxury did not surprise you in the slightest, Peeta’s heart was what sheltered your soul, he showed you his hand, he wore one to match yours on the same finger. “If I die, I want to die being yours, y/n, I want you to know that you and I are married regardless of what the rest knows” His eyes were as full of tears as yours, you kissed his lips in desperation, your breathing was agitated and your hands tried to caress every part of his existence. “I love you, Peeta Mellark, no matter what happens, I’ll always love you with all my strength, even if I die, I will continue to love you and illuminate your path forever, I will never let anything harm you” you did not wait for an answer, you did not need it, they both lay in bed without separating of the kiss, you couldn’t stand the desire to love him anymore.

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In your nightmares you were in a beautiful room, you could tell that it was from a classy place, your body burned and you felt that your head was going to explode, you felt pain but you didn’t know where, the confusion was too much, the blows came back, you begged them to stop but they didn’t listen to you, someone pulled your hair and forced you to look forward, you expected your death to come but you met Snow in front of you, with a horrible smile.

“Miss y/n, the only thing you had to do was let Katniss Everdeen enter the arena, maybe we could have saved your loverboy, or do you think i didn’t know?” Fear made you feel paralyzed, the pain ceased and his words echoed in your head, you felt stupid, you should have left Peeta, you should have kept him away as he was, you cried desperately. A puncture made you return to the reality of your nightmare, the images were in front of you while Snow’s voice did not stop resonating in your mind, they were memories of your life and in each of them, Peeta Mellark hurt you, he hurt Katniss, he was damaging everything, you began to hallucinate, Peeta wanted to kill you, you didn’t understand why, you loved each other!

“Peeta Mellark betrayed you, y/n, he delivered you to be free” Snow laughed next to you as you writhed from the pain feeling more syringes in your body, now you were on the floor. “I’m just trying to protect you, y/n, now you know the truth, if you cooperate I will be able to give you the best of lives away from Peeta Mellark,” he continued showing your memories, they looked strange and some bright but you associated it with whatever they were injecting at you. You remembered him, Peeta had abandoned you in the arena, badly injured, possibly he had been victorious, you would have thanked him if it were not because now you needed him to die, Peeta was a liar, he never loved you and it was always a lie to be able to win him, he didn’t care about anyone, his plan was always to kill you.

They weren’t nightmares, they weren’t bad memories, everything was true, all that seemed real.

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You opened your eyes suddenly, where the fuck am I? You thought, every part of your body hurt and the dizziness didn’t let you think, what looked like doctors were checking you but as soon as you realized this, you screamed desperately. “Please stop, kill me, I beg you!” The doctors took your arms and you cried inconsolably, without stopping begging. “you’re fine, calm, you’re in the 13th district now, you’ve been rescued from the capitol” you couldn’t believe the words of an unknown person, so you fought until you got tired or rather, they managed to calm you down. Once you were calmer, one of the doctors spoke to you and briefly explained what had happened, you felt stupid because of the way she spoke to you but you were already exhausted from trying to fight, you had already passed so much that at least an hour without torture was a miracle for you.

You allowed them to be checked, your body was weakened and you had lost weight considerably, your whole body had marks and scars from your weeks in the capitol, you kept crying in silence while thinking about what you did to deserve all that pain, all that suffering, the answer did not take long to arrive, because you heard a familiar voice behind you, you heard his steps running while he shouting to let him in, he came to kill you, you knew it but you were not going to give him pleasure. You turned slowly to see him, his eyes overflowed with tears and his gaze was full of love, liar, he was a mutt, he wanted to deceive you again to fall, for a moment you almost believed him, something in you wanted to run and kiss him but your survival instinct was greater, when you felt his warmth near you, you took him by the neck and threw him to the floor, putting yourself on him, Peeta choked a scream and fear took over his features, you hit him until they fell asleep again.

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I posted it again because I didn’t like the previous one I uploaded, I hope you like it! I want to finish it soon :-) I’m also accepting requests for other fics !!! 🌸

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THE GREAT WAR ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ (pt3

(playlist for a star series)

PEETA MELLARK X F.READER

pt1 / pt2 / next part

Summary: Peeta and Katniss must get married now to calm Snow or so they think.

a/n: i speak Spanish so the story was originally written in Spanish and then I translated it into English, plz don’t be rude if there is a mistake !! 😞

The engagement was made public, they made sure that each person in Panem knew about the wedding, they gave all the world’s attention to the show, the capitol made everything about the lovers of the 12th district, again.

Every thing that happened, every protest, every uprising, every arrest, they covered everything with the great ceremony of Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark.

Even with all the public attention they had, Peeta and you took advantage of every second they were hidden to continue loving each other as always, it was not just physical contact, you were really spending quality time, they took care of your flower garden in the victor’s village, as if it were about taking care of their love, they cooked together and every time they laughed together it was as if there was nothing else, it was almost like before, when they could, they escaped to some meadow where they could not see them, today was one of those days. The sound of the river was relaxing, this was accompanied by Peeta’s heartbeat, it was an orchestra for your ears, you were lying on his chest while the colors of the sunset were scattered throughout the sky, the breeze caressed your face, you smiled at the delicious sensation, Peeta left a kiss on your head and you felt that you could die there in his arms, you got up a little to be able to observe him but without separating much from his body.

“What are you thinking, loverboy?” You said while you let out a little laugh, you saw how he rolled his eyes by the nickname and bit your arm gently in a playful way before speaking. “I was thinking of us, I would like all this to end soon, I want to be with you y/n, I want us to have a family, I want to escape forever to a place where they can never find us, I don’t want the capitol to continue to own our lives, we should have escaped after your games.” He paused as he watched you with the most beautiful eyes that exist, stroked the back of your hand and left a little kiss in that place. “You don’t know how happy I feel every time I have to see wedding preparations, try on outfits and photo shoots but all that happiness goes to hell when I remember that it’s not you I’m marrying.”

Some tears fell down your cheeks at his words, it sounded so sad and lost, you wanted to protect him at all costs, why should something so beautiful feel pain? You didn’t have the words to answer him, you took his face in your hands and started a slow but intense kiss, you needed him to feel everything you were feeling, his hands caressed your waist, squeezing gently as they intensified the kiss, it was as if both were desperate to feel the other but it was still delicate and intimate. “Now it will not help us to escape, Peeta, they were going to find us no matter where we went, I have faith that all this will end at some point, I think that now Snow must be at peace with them getting married, he will not stop but at least he will calm the waters a little, while you and I will continue as we are, you know that you are mine and that’s what matters to me” Your words sounded soft, it was a great consolation for the blond, you laid back on his chest and dedicated yourself to giving him a lot of caresses, you knew that he was uneasy, all They were.

They had reasons to be…

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You decided to be alone for a while since Peeta had to keep seeing other things, your house felt alone and a little cold without his presence, you lay on the couch and turned on the TV, you didn’t usually watch TV because you really preferred to avoid things related to games or the capitol, not seeing that screen helped you get away from reality a little, that night you wished more than ever not to have turned on the damn screen, You saw Snow’s unpleasant face.

“The tributes will be chosen from those who have won before”

Your stomach turned. You appreciated oxygen too much at that time, because in a matter of seconds you felt your chest tight and as panic took over every part of you, you were so afraid, this feeling did not compare to any other fear before, not even when your name was chosen for the hunger games or when you heard Effie Trinket say the name of the person you love most in this life, now it was worse, there were chances that you would enter the quarter quell and you knew that if you were chosen, Peeta would enter at all costs, he would give your life for You without even hesitation. You needed to do something but you couldn’t think, you were on the floor while you cried and screamed in pain, the panic had paralyzed each of your senses, you lost track of time.

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You were walking towards Haymitch’s house, you had hit your head so many times that your forehead was bleeding and you were a total mess, you were pale, your hair tangled from pulling it so much, you looked horrible, the blows had left you stunned but you appreciated it, it was just what you needed, not to think. The door of the house was open, you entered without asking and saw him drinking as usual.

“It seems that someone didn’t like the news... your forehead is bleeding” Haymitch’s drunken words resonated in your head, you just let out a laugh, it was obvious that you knew you were bleeding.

“I need you to offer yourself as a tribute if they choose Peeta, it is obvious that Katniss will come out as a tribute, They want her to fight, Snow hates her and wants to see her dead, so I will offer myself, instead for Snow, Peeta is not a threat” Your voice sounded lost but you had no doubts about everything you said, you were sorry to lose Haymitch but nothing mattered if Peeta was safe, even your life did not matter.

“Wow... not even a ‘please’, sweetheart.” He laughed and drank more of his glass, you ignored his words and waited for some useful answer. “Peeta came half an hour ago to beg me to save you while you were trying to commit suicide even without knowing if you can get in there or not, Katniss kept asking me to help them, it seems that today is my day to be the most sought-after man in Panem but I will do it, because you deserve it and because I need to give a little emotion to my life” His words were firm, apparently he had already made the decision a lot before you asked him for something.

“Thank you, Haymitch, seriously, I’m very afraid” You hugged him and sobbed him, you felt your head burn from the blows you had given yourself and for having cried for a long time.

“You need to see Peeta, that he help you heal that wound before you pass out again or something like that” His words reminded you of that time you fainted from anxiety when Peeta was chosen in the reaping. You nodded in response to his words and went out in the direction of your boy’s house. As soon as you saw it, your heart broke into a thousand parts, he looked so sad and worried, he ran to meet you when it noticed all the blood on your face. “y/n, are you okay? Hey, honey, what happened?” His voice sounded as if he wanted to cry again, you regretted being so unconscious as to be able to respond, you simply let yourself fall into his arms, Peeta carried you to the house and took care of you with all the love in the world, he bathed you and took care of your wounds, you loved that it to be like that, actions like these made you fall in love with him every day, you slept entangled in his body, you didn’t want to leave him, you needed to be as close to him as possible.

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Peace was ephemeral, now you were walking towards the stage, escorted with peacekeepers, you knew what you were going to, so you walked with your forehead up, strutting that you were going to die and that you were not afraid of that.

Lie.

You knew that at all costs you were going to enter that arena again, being elected or voluntary, you had spoken to Katniss, you begged her not to offer herself in case your name came out, she refused but you managed to convince her, although this time you did not trust her word, it was sure that she had made some promise with Peeta but it certainly did not worry you, you knew that it was Katniss who they wanted to kill.

Effie’s voice this time was not celebratoous, it sounded more like a sad attempt to make things more lively but it wasn’t going to turn out, everyone knew it was unfair for them to come back, especially for Katniss and Peeta who had just gone through this.

“Katniss Everdeen” Effie’s voice exclaimed, you felt Peeta’s gaze on you and in a matter of seconds you had offered and you were already ahead, there was no turning back. Although there was a certain possibility that Peeta would not be elected, you didn’t want to risk it, you needed to know that it would be fine.

“Haymitch Abernathy” You let out a sob when you heard the name, you knew what was coming, Haymitch watched you with sadness, how much pain. Peeta offered himself as a tribute automatically.

You and Peeta gave each other a handshake as a greeting for being the tributes for the quarter quell, you hated that the odds were not in your favor, again. You were going straight to death, you could never hurt Peeta. The next thing was you on the train, back to the capitol.