#cf peeta

[cloudywriting05]

enjoy the silence. ｡˚⋆☽ ◯ ☾₊‧˙⋆ peeta mellark. {3}

→ THG peeta x fem-reader 3 parts.

→ 1, 2, 3

→ may be grammatical errors so bare with me lol

→ 2.6k words

→ smut, edging, mentions of spitting in mouths, rough sex, squirting, slap(ping) lol, soft dom!peeta etc, face fucking!

→ summary: you and peeta are the district 12 tributes for the 74th annual hunger games. you have severe anxiety, and peeta knows how to calm you down, somehow.

→ thought i was gonna make him rougher and more dom but he is REALLY SWEET IN ALL 3 PARTS LOL my bad!

→ give me prompts! here

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"OPEN your mouth for me." You eagerly did so as you closed your eyes. You felt Peeta spit in your mouth and without hesitation, you joyfully swallowed. Your eyes shot open as you stared at Peeta, who was smiling like a maniac. "Come here."

He motioned for you to lay on him. You lifted yourself to eagerly rip your pants off, and within an instant you were half naked, lying on Peeta. He placed his head on your shoulder while your back soaked up every bit of warmth from his chest. "Tell me what to do, please, Peeta? And can you be a bit rough? Like maybe slap me a little bit?"

"Of course, baby, open your legs for me." you parted your legs at his command, desperately waiting for him to do something, anything, to you. His right hand made its way down to your inner thigh, and you had to find the strength to not beg him to finger fuck you then and there. "Someone is needy– and wet."

His finger lightly grazed over your clit and that alone drove you fucking insane. "Peeta, please!"

His free hand wrapped around your neck, ever so lightly. He didn't want to hurt you or push you past your limits, he was already having trouble containing himself and seeing you beg him to touch you was about to make him spiral.

He reached back down again to your heat and began to slide his finger up and down. You felt his fingertips brush over your clit, and back down repeatedly, his fingertips collecting your juices. You let out a stifled moan, trying your best to keep composure. He used those two fingers to spread your lips as wide as he could. "I could look at it all day."

He released his hand from around your neck and used it to keep your lips open, while his dominant hand attacked your clit. "Fuck, Peeta."

You felt him lightly smack your heat. "Tell me how bad you want me to fuck you with my fingers."

"I want it, Peeta, so badly." At that point you found yourself so desperate, so needy for his touch, that you subconsciously began to move your hips around against his hand attempting to rub yourself to distract you from the throbbing.

It took every bone in Peeta's body to not lose his composure, regardless of how many times he felt his cock twitch. You were so deprived, so eager for him, and that thought alone made his cock pulsate. "Lay down here on your back, now."

Without hesitation, you lifted yourself off his chest and onto the space beside him. Peeta, his eyes still glued on you, positioned himself over you. He pressed his lips on yours and spoke against them. “Take your shirt off.”

You obliged without second thought. There you were. Sprawled across the bed, completely naked, with the blonde boy you’ve been buying bread from for years hovering over you. Peeta looked at you, so many thoughts rushed through his head, almost overwhelmed at the sight of you patiently waiting for him. You gained the courage to ark up. “Why are your pants still on?”

“That’s a good question.” He jumped up and hastily removed his pants, the last thing he wanted to do was make you feel alienated. You tried your best not to look at his cock, but you caught a glimpse at it and found yourself a bit startled. The thought escaped your mind as your clit was still throbbing, you reached down and began rubbing yourself. Peeta, finally undressed, is greeted with the sight of you touching yourself. And it made him go fucking crazy.

You watched as he inched towards you, then positioned his head between your legs. He looked up at you from between your thighs and shun a smile you could only describe as sinful. You felt his breath against your pubic hair, making you throw your head back silently. Peeta let his tongue slip between your lips, you let out a hitched moan. “Peeta, please.”

He spread your lips with his hands, then attacked your cunt with his mouth. He ate your cunt like he had been famished, yearning for it. His tongue ran up and down, he made sure to flick your clit, causing your back to arch. He pinched your pussy and tongued every bit of it. His finger found its way into your cunt, mercilessly pumping in and out of you. “Your so fucking good, baby.” he muttered, having the time of his life. “Do you want another finger, baby?”

“Yes, I do. Please, Peeta, ah.”

 He accepted your request and slid another finger within you, you let out a moan that came from within. Your body overstimulated by the feeling of his hot mouth licking every inch of your pussy and only momentarily stopping to spit on it, his fingers inside of you and his free hand that was now groping your left boob. Peeta wouldn’t ever admit it but having your pussy succus on his tongue and you writhing because of him was enough to make him cum tonight but, he knew he wanted you to feel you more. He lifted his mouth from your cunt and spread your lips once again, this time to take in the sight. “I could honestly look at your pussy all day.”

He dove back between your legs and let his mouth attack your cunt again, his fingers still pumping in and out of you. During the complete bliss you felt something begin to form, and you refused to let it happen already. “Peeta, ah, Peeta, stop!”

He pulled away immediately. “Are you okay? Did I do something, I’m so sorr–“

“Can I touch you now?” his faded smile appeared once again.

“Of course, baby.” he replied.

You motioned for him to take your place, and he did. He laid there, his penis completely erect, waiting for your next move. You turned around from him and mounted him, you shuffled back to position your cunt right above his mouth, his dick brushed against your chin. You stared down at his peculiarly large penis, you haven’t ever touched one the size of Peeta’s but you didn’t want to let your nervousness overcome you. You felt his hands grab your ass cheeks; he slapped them before continuing to eat your cunt once again.

You looked down at his cock and spat on it as many times as your could before grabbing it at its base with your right hand. You watched your spit roll down to the base of his cock as you began to stroke up and down. You felt Peeta’s body react from under you, he briefly parted from your heat to let out a soft whimper. You used your free hand to rub the tip of his cock, making him writhe under you. You managed to place your mouth around the tip of cock, despite Peeta’s tongue plunging in and out of you. You began felt his body jerk slightly in reaction. You lowered your head, taking more of his cock in your mouth and you could almost swear you felt it throbbing. Your mouth now full with spit, Peeta's pre-cum and his cock. You began to bop your head up and down, taking more and more of his cock. You felt his moans against your pussy and that almost drove you mad.

"Fuck, you're doing so good." he whimpered, this encouraged you to quicken your pace.

You guided your sucking with your hands that were rubbing up and down his cock without fail, only taking breaks to fondle with his spit-covered balls. Peeta's eyes rolled to the back of his head with every move you made, he fought through the pleasure and continued to devour your cunt to the best of his ability. You felt his cock his the back of your throat, causing you gag instantly. Before you were able to get back to sucking his cock, you felt that feeling again.

"Wait, Peeta! Keep going, please–" you lowered yourself onto his tongue even further, trying to prolong the feeling in that moment.

Peeta joyfully continued, trying to savour every bit of you. His tongue travelling up and down against your clit, his nose covered in your moist and his own spit. Your legs steadily shook, your hips contracted as cried out in elation. Every bit of your body was enveloped with a euphoric feeling, you lost control of what felt like your whole body, including your bladder. Peeta refused to stop.

"Peeta, ah..." you exhaled deeply as you leaned forward until your cheek connected with his lower thigh, you gave yourself a moment to replenish. His lips parted from your pussy.

"Baby.." Peeta remarked.

"Yes?" you responded.

"You got the bed wet."

You shot up and turned around. You squirted all over Peeta and the bed sheets without realising it. He stared at you, starry eyed, his hair a mess and his lips ripe from the magic he'd been working for the last twenty or so minutes.

"I didn't realise..." you looked away, filled with embarrassment. You scolded yourself silently. You looked at Peeta, he stared at back at you, you could see the thirst in his eyes for you. Without needing to say a word, you turned your body to mount Peeta. His penis still erect. He looked at you eager, waiting for you.

You began to slowly lower yourself onto his cock, every inch of him filling you up. "Fuck, you're so tight!" he cried out.

"Peeta, ow.. It hurts." you winced.

"Baby.." he cooed as his hands cupped your cheeks. He would be lying if he said he didn't feel bad. He kissed you for a moment, his own way of showing his empathy. He pulled away and began to

You lowered yourself until you felt the base of his cock. Using the bed-frame for support, you lowered and lifted yourself until you found a rhythm. Peeta, a whining mess, inches away from your face. His eyes shamelessly rolled back, his hands gripping your ass harder than before. You bounced as much as you could, your moans stifled. You kissed Peeta on his open mouth that was exerting groans prior.

He slapped your ass before pushing you on your back, he crept over you and didn't waste anytime before putting his cock back in you, where your tight walls engulfed his cock. "You're so good, baby, take every bit of it for me."

He began to thrust in and out of you at a steady pace, hitting every spot imaginable. Every time you didn't fail to moan and gasp. The feeling that was initially uncomfortable faded and turned into pleasure. You looked at Peeta who was above you, he caught your eyes. He crashed his lips into your open mouth. His hand slithered around your neck as he continued to thrust, pressing down on your throat.

"Do you like that?" he asked, his hand on your throat and his cock hitting every spot.

"Yes, I do, I love it.." you cried out.

"Say it again."

"I love it, so much!" you felt his hand land against your right cheek. You gasped, causing him to stop for a brief moment, then you smiled; which made him smile.

He picked his rhythm back up again. His mind bombarded with thoughts. You looked so beautiful to him. Your eyes were shut as you took his cock, your breasts bouncing at every thrust. This let him admire you. The most gorgeous, selfless girl he wanted for so long was underneath him taking every bit of his cock and moaning like a maniac, and he was so happy about it. He thought that dying in the arena after this would be a blessing.

His hand reached down to your clit and began rubbing, you didn't know it was possible to have two orgasms in an hour, but you could feel that Peeta was about to make it happen. Every thrust was in sync with the way he touched your clit, and there was no words that could let him know how good he was making you feel. "Peeta, it feels so good I could cum again, ah–"

"Then do it." he commanded. You felt his cock hit the top of your pussy, making your eyes roll back.

You could feel that urge to pee again coming back and you were scared to let it happen. "I don't wanna squirt on you again and get you wet." you said through moans.

"Do it right now, I'm telling you to. Or I won't let you cum again." he said. He stoppe"d thrusting and pulled his cock out of you. He used four fingers to rub your clit and labia in a circular motion, he looked at you and smiled. Your eyes rolled back and you were begging to catch your breath.

That familiar feeling returned and you felt your legs begin to stiffen and your whole body contracting as you let yourself have the orgasm you were so scared to have. You refused to look as you squirted on Peeta's chest and instantly felt relief before you could feel embarrassed. Peeta witnesses the whole thing and looked at you endearingly. He never knew you could get more beautiful.

You let yourself catch a breath and a brief realisation hit you. "Did you cum at all?"

"Not yet" he replied. You felt embarrassed and ashamed. He made you cum twice, and he hadn't cum once.

"Why?"

"I want you to feel good, I don't care if I don't cum while doing that. It's hot watching you do it, it makes me feel good." he explained, but you still looked dissatisfied.

"Do you want to make me cum?" he asked, you nodded eagerly in reply. "Get on your knees."

You picked yourself off the bed with all your strength and knelt on the floor. Peeta hauled himself off the bed and positioned himself in front of you. His cock that was semi-erect now sprung back up. He looked at you from above and took in the view, he'd be been waiting for this for so long, and he finally had it.

"Open your mouth." he commanded, his hands on either side of your head grabbing a chunk of your hair. You opened your mouth as far as you could.

He slowly slipped his cock into your mouth, filling your mouth.

"All you have to do for me is keep it open, okay?" he said. He slowly began thrusting in and out of your mouth.

His rhythmic thrusts quickened, each thrust making you groan against on cock. The room pulsed with the symphony of his pleasure, his moans becoming a harmonious melody that reverberated in the air. Spit dripping from your lips as he mercilessly fucked your mouth. Peeta felt his orgasm coming early, the thought he was fucking your mouth brought him to the edge.

He peered down to look at you, that was his last straw. He contemplated finishing in your mouth but he didn't wanna cross any lines. He pulled his cock out and stroke it as fast as he could. The tension is his bones released as he finished on your face, the drops of cum scattered. You stared at him finally satisfied.

"Thank you." you breathed.

Peeta turned to lay back on the bed. "Come here, baby."

You got off the floor and plopped yourself onto his chest, your arm over him. You laid there for a moment before lifting your head to plant a kiss on his lips.

"You did so good, that was perfect." he said before kissing your forehead. "You're so perfect, you always have been."

In that moment, you both forgot about the games, about everything, and enjoyed the silence. You took in everything around you, as did Peeta. All you ever wanted, all you ever need was there, in your arms. You both continued to hold your words for a moment, because all words have ever done is cause harm.

FIN

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[railmerosalie]

I find it so funny when ppl say that Katniss has no personality, she's so cute and funny! Like do you not remember when she...

1. Thought Finnick was making out with Peetas corpse and was like "damn didn't know he was fruity like that"

2. When Gale confessed his love for her and she was STRIAGHT up like "yeah I know" 💀

3. Saw Peeta had been crying after the first reaping and immediately thinks "damn he's good, playing the weak sympathy card". Like girl he thinks he's gonna die! He's gonna die!

4. Katniss and Finnick wearing the green face cream in CF and scaring the fuck outta Peeta on the beach

5. Just her and Haymitch, especially the first book

6. "I decided to go ahead and like Boggs" - thanks for letting us know queen 👑

7. In MJ when they're trying to film the propos, and she's just horrible at it

8. In the first book when she's trying to drain the pus out of Peetas leg and she just so goddmaned grossed out

9. Saw the cupcakes at the Capitol party and immediately thought that Peeta would love the frosting details

10. In MJ when Gale and Peeta are talking about Katniss choosing one of them, she's just like "gonna leave you two bums here, don't need this shit"

11. Everytime she was unaware of people flirting with her or just being nice. She always think there's some hidden motive... like girl they're your family and friends, they just like you as a person

12. "Nobody needs me" "I do, I need you". Katniss finally admitting her love for Peeta and realises that she can't live without him!! It's such an important part of her growth towards Peeta and no one talks about it!! The girl how has survived everything finally needs not just something, but SOMEONE. And it's HIM (I'm so normal about this I swear)

13. Sassying buttercup at every turn

14. She has the same vibe as goop from Meet The Robinsons (especially with Madge). "Hey Katniss, wanna eat lunch together?" "Hey Katniss, wanna go for a walk into town later"

She's there like:

[sameschmidtdiffname]

I personally choose to believe that the Hunger Games series is supposed to be Katniss's memoir/way of setting the record straight about her and her loved ones part in the Games/war. Meaning I think the entire country of New Panem was going into a FIT with every new chapter they read, let alone book. Just imagine the podcasts for a second.

"SO THE STAR-CROSSED LOVERS OF DISTRICT 12."

"YEAH."

"FATED SOULMATES."

"DESTINED TO BE TOGETHER."

"Role model for all of our relationships, I think it's safe to say."

"Mmhmm."

"It was a SURVIVAL STRAT????"

That baby reveal??? Had the country in SHAMBLES when they realized Peeta was lying. Her editors probably told her to just keep that out and she probably just said "why?? I have actual kids now, it's fine." The tabloids are blowing clear the fuck up all day every day. Peeta's hijacking??? People already knew but they didn't know EVERYTHING. God, those podcasts were LIT.

[disgurrr]

Katniss to Gale: Peeta and I, it's all an act. I've always felt wrong kissing Peeta because of you.

*proceeds to passionately kiss Peeta, doesn't deny Hijack Peeta's implication that something sexual occur during the nights on the train, basically CONFIRMS and leaves it vague when she says 'you like to sleep with the windows open' about Peeta, tells Peeta she can't live without him and for him to come back to her; ALLL IN FRONT OF GALE HAWTHORNE *

Gale: I've never been more bullshitted in my entire life.

[mollywog]

Not Katniss using the word delicious to describe a feeling connected to Peeta right after comparing her need to kiss him to hunger

[everlarksquell]

what a pair of unserious dorks, i love their friendship so much

[stevenrogered]

Jena Malone reveals that Jennifer Lawrence was not on set when she filmed Johanna’s elevator scene in Catching Fire (x)

[peetasbird]

[thebluemallet]

Catching Fire + The Onion Headlines

the hunger games

mockingjay part 1

mockingjay part 2

the ballad of songbirds and snakes

things to never say to someone who just came out

[littlemarianah]

It's so sweet that even though Peeta was in an arena of death and has almost died multiple times in the last few days, he still takes a pearl and gives it to Katniss in the sweetest way possible. And even though she is electrocuted and fights for her life, she still manages to keep it.

Like, they're such soulmates

[mellarked-katnisseverdeen]

So, based on my headcanon Peeta uses both a wheelchair at home or crutches to prevent hurting both his amputated leg AND his good one.

He absolutely delights toastbabies by riding with them on his lap in the chair. They love to playfully try and push him and play in it when Peeta isn't using it. They request their own play crutches to 'walk like papa does', which of course Katniss makes them because when can she say no to her babies ever?.

[sameschmidtdiffname]

Take Everlark off your cute little 'Please, Please, Please' videos. Them motherfuckers could not be ashamed of each other if they tried. And they tried.

[disgurrr]

I love how messy Katniss and Peeta were lowkey. Like Katniss saying she’s choosing Gale over Peeta, yet spending all her time with Peeta. She’s also thirsting after him and his eyelashes. LITERALLY , the guy Gale is most worried about lmfaoo Peeta thinking that Katniss is with Gale, yet shamelessly flirting with her and cuddling/being overly affectionate with her behind close doors.

Then it really gets messy in MJ, where Katniss is like “yeah just like how it felt wrong kissing Peeta bc of you” to Gale, and several chapters later she legit kisses Peeta in front of Gale, bc that’s is her mf man. And Peeta like spilling the tea about how he and Katniss slept together (obvi not like that) during the victory tour in front of Gale, like ik Gale felt his stomach dropped. And then Peeta back peddling at Gale “oh yeah it’s you who she’s loves, not me,” and atp Gale reaction is to laugh at Peeta’s face. Like Peeta and Katniss really are messy, and I love that bc they’re so down bad for each other, especially Katniss with her pearl and fantasizing Peeta’s lips and hands on her.

[ivysos2001]

I think one thing that’s so important about katniss and peetas relationship is the fact that he’s the first person to take care of her since her father died

I mean ever since her father died and she essentially lost her mother along with him she had to step up and take care of her family all by herself. She was suddenly a provider/caretaker/breadwinner at ELEVEN and from then on it was her sole responsibility to take care of everyone in her life (a mindset which obviously continues throughout the entire series)

And that’s why peeta throwing her that bread stood out to her so much- because (other than the fact that it quite literally saved her life) that was the first time since her father died that someone took care of *her*

Even in the first games while they’re huddled together in that sleeping bag in the cave she explicitly says that ‘ever since her father died and she stopped trusting her mother that no one else’s arms had ever made her feel so safe’- the fact that they’re literally in the arena and just being in peetas arms makes her feel safer than she’s felt in years is huge 🥺

Katniss is someone who’s tried so hard since she was a literal child to take care of everyone in her life and not need to rely on anyone and peeta is the one person who (continuously throughout the whole series) is committed to taking care of her (and she actually lets him which is also huge for her)- i.e. taking care of her in the arena after she gets back from the feast, holding her through the nightmares, always bringing over her favorite cheese buns, holding ice on her face and carrying her up to bed when she gets hurt in cf, planting those primroses in the end etc.

I don’t think she realizes how much she’s needed/wanted someone to take care of her until peeta bc every time he makes an effort to take care of her she just *melts* and that’s so much of why she falls so hard for him 🥺

For a girl who’s spent so long needing to take care of everyone she cares about it’s so important that with peeta their relationship is about how they take care of each other. Bc katniss needs someone who’s gonna take care of her as much as she always takes care of everyone else 🥹

[everlarksquell]

the fact that after the rescue katniss wanted to kiII peeta so the capitol couldn’t hurt and torture him makes me feel even more sick because that’s exactly what happened and despite giving her all and having spent the catching fire book making decisions based on what would keep him alive in the end she couldn’t save him from that.

[tetheredfeathers]

Someone had the audacity to say Katniss had no character development?!??

“My nightmares are usually about losing you,” he says. “I’m okay once I realize you’re here.” Ugh. Peeta makes comments like this in such an offhand way, and it’s like being hit in the gut. He’s only answering my question honestly. He’s not pressing me to reply in kind, to make any declaration of love. But I still feel awful, as if I’ve been using him in some terrible way. Have I? I don’t know. I only know that for the first time, I feel immoral about him being here in my bed. Which is ironic since we’re officially engaged now. “Be worse when we’re home and I’m sleeping alone again,” he says.”

Like my girl goes from being awkward and uncomfortable about a mere comment to flirting back with him.

“Do you think we’d have ended up like this if only one of us had won?” he asks, glancing around at the other victors. “Just another part of the freak show?” “Sure. Especially you,” I say. “Oh. And why especially me?” he says with a smile. “Because you have a weakness for beautiful things and I don’t,” I say with an air of superiority. “They would lure you into their Capitol ways and you’d be lost entirely.” “Having an eye for beauty isn’t the same thing as a weakness," Peeta points out, "Except perhaps when it comes to you.”

I mean like look at her initiating?!!!???

Oh and let's not forget her ultimate line.

"I do", I say. "I need you." He looks upset, takes a deep breath as if to begin a long argument, and that's no good, no good at all, because he'll start going on about Prim and my mother and everything and I'll just get confused. So before he can talk, I stop his lips with a kiss.

I think people really need to redefine what character development means. Because the core of someone's personality doesn't change all that much, Katniss at the end of the day is still stubborn and impulsive. If you changed everything about a character you might as well be writing someone else, staying true to certain traits your character has is realistic writing. Because as humans certain attributes never really change, we only learn to make exceptions or adapt for certain people or situations.

And that is what happens to Katniss, she leans to stop being stubborn and accept Peeta's love but only for him. In other aspects she continues to be stiff, such as never taking order from authorities, trying run from her squad. All impulsive and stubborn acts, true to her original character.