#finnick odair my beloved

[whokilledeve]

HE DIDN’T KNOW ANNIE WAS PREGNANT

[taytrashmouth]

hello lovely!! would u consider writing a peeta x reader, where ur both in the quarter quell, but reader is separated from peeta from the start and goes through mutt attacks/blood rain/jabberjays by herself and when peeta and the group find her on the beach she is injured and traumatised. hurt/comfort, where he looks after her afterwards and comforts her, washes her in the water and stuff? loooads of gentle comfort and fluff. sorry for my bad english!!

Okay I am absolutely obsessed with this request!!!! Omg can’t wait for you to read this!!! Ahhhh! Okay okay I hope you love it 😊

Peeta x reader

(Catching fire)

Requests are open so don’t forget to send them in!!!! Prompts under my profile!

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When you woke up the morning of the games in Peetas arms you somehow felt safe. It was like you weren’t being sent to die that day. He kissed your head and told you he’d be by your side.

You had dreamt about the last games, how you were separated and the only reason you survived was because he became allies with those horrible kids from 1 & 2

When you eventually found each other, all you did was help Peeta get better, applied the ointment and comforted him. He did all the killing, he saved you.

You only survived the first half by dumb luck, that spear was supposed to hit you…not Rue. If only you hadn’t moved out the way.

The whole lovers idea was Peetas too, only it was true. Deep down you both knew you’d liked each other since kindergarten back in 12

But here you were in the little glass tube that sucked you straight into hell. You felt sick but you really wanted to throw up when you couldn’t see Peeta.

“Peeta!” You screamed as the countdown started. Sweating and getting panicked. You couldn’t do this again, not without him. You had a deal: stay together.

The games had begun. You needed a weapon. You jumped off the platform into the water swimming for the weapons.

Once you found your feet at the cornucopia, you began to hear screams and watched people start to fall. You grabbed a machete and ran for the jungle on one of the thin arms of rock.

“Peeta!” You screamed from the beach. But no answer. That was when a knife flew past your head and missed by an inch.

You couldn’t kill somebody. So you ran.

You shoved past trees and vines running deep into the jungle.

You found a spot hollowed out under a tree. It was hot- and you needed water.

That was when you heard his voice. Peeta.

You screamed for him as you ran towards the sound.

“Help n/n!” He yelled.

“Where are you!?” You frantically turned around. “Peeta?”

That was until his voice became overwhelming. Your ears started to ring. His cried for help, his screams.

You began to cry, realising this was some cruel trick of the capitol. “STOP IT!” You yelled, throat raw. You screamed as loud as you could covering your ears to get it to stop but it didn’t help. It was overwhelming. You tried to run but a forcefield locked you in. You screamed and banged on it but nothing worked.

You grabbed your machete and banged at the field but it just ricocheted.

You sunk to the floor, covering your ears and cried. You were there for what felt like a decade but was probably only an hour.

When his cries suddenly stopped you felt a strange sense of sadness. The screaming had been awful but you were worried about him. What if he was dead.

You began to walk deeper into the jungle, sweating and with tear stained cheeks. You had never been so thirsty before, after screaming so loudly in what felt like 100 degree heat.

As desperate as you were you stumbled across a little pool of water. You smiled dryly and lay on the floor, drinking out of the pool. A sigh escaped your mouth as you quenched your thirst. You splashed your face. And sat up leaning against a nearby tree.

This is where you would sleep. You gathered sticks and placed them in a circle around the area, to ensure that if someone walked by you would hear them.

The music began to play, you looked up at the sky, holding your pin. Praying you wouldn’t see Peetas face. You didn’t. Relief washed over you as the final canon went off.

You barely slept when you felt a warm air hitting your face, as your eyes opened you were greeted with a large mutt, two inches from your face.

You took a shocked, shaky breath in and slowly reached for your machete. It belted a loud noise sending a signal to the rest of his friends.

You closed your eyes as you wedged the sharp end of your blade into the mutt in-front of you.

You pulled the machete out of its body and stood up. Swinging at any that got a little to close. Just as one of the beasts began to jump at you, you decided the best option was to throw the machete and run.

As the mutt jumped and you released your blade, the woman from 6 who had been hiding in the trees tried to save you. And the machete hit her instead. A scream escaped your lips. You had killed someone.

You covered your mouth with your hands, shaky breaths escaping your lips. “No!” You sobbed.

You bent down to try help her, applying pressure to the wound. “I’m sorry.” You cried as she became limp.

You held her to your chest in the hopes it would cause a miracle.

Soon you noticed the mutts had began to run as a white smoked reached the edge of the water, you stood up, knowing something was coming.

One of their claws ripped the back of your calf open as it ran away. “Shit!” You fell into the smoke, immediately screaming and running.

The sun had started to rise, and you were limping with an excruciating pain in your arms and legs with growing boils from the poison.

You screamed as you ran not caring about attracting other tributes. The sun has begun to rise, and you were now an easy target.

You ran through the jungle searching desperately for the beach but it was so overgrown you had no way of knowing.

You stopped in a small clearing. Crying and sitting in the dirt. Desperately wanting to rid yourself of the boils.

After a while of crying A cool liquid hit your face. Rain. You looked up at the sky, hoping the water would help your sores. Opening your mouth to quench your thirst.

It was definitely not water. You gagged. Spitting onto the dirt. Blood.

You sobbed and ran wherever you could and tripped over a log of wood. Tumbling onto the sand of the beach. 

You screamed and cried. Not knowing what to do. You hated the capitol. You hated that you didn’t know where Peeta was. You hated this. You hated that you had to die.

Just then you heard voices. You put a hand over your mouth trying to quiet your whimpers.

Tears running down your face. You couldn’t run anymore. This was it.

You shuffled back, trying to find and escape route but there wasn’t one.

You got on all fours and crawled on the sand, dragging your leg with a gash in it in the sand.

You let out chokes of pain and self pity as they grew closer, you refused to look.

“N/n!” You heard him…peeta. “Oh my god it’s y/n!!!”

You screamed and covered your ears lying in the sand. You would rather die than listen to the jabberjays again. Until someone rolled you onto your back and you were met with Peeta.

He looked so scared for you. You immediately started to cry as he hugged you tightly to his chest. “You weren’t real.” You sobbed into his chest, feeling his hair, his back, anything to make sure he was there.

“I’m real now. I’m here now.” He kissed your forehead and held you again. Until you hissed when he touched your boils.

“Oh shit! I had them too see-“ he showed you the faint scars on his hands.

“I need to get freshwater.” He began to get up but you held onto his hand. “Don’t leave” you whispered.

He stared at you for a moment too long, his eyes laced with concern.

“Finnick! I need water.” Peeta yelled at the group that was a safe distance away.

While you waited, Peeta brushed hair out of your eyes that was covered in blood and sand, just like the rest of you and you squeezed his arm in pain.

“It’s okay.” He kept repeating. Kissing your head despite your state.

When finnick returned Peeta poured water all over your boils and you screamed in pain as they vanished.

“Thank you.” You smiled sadly. Overwhelmed. Peeta often said you were a kind sole, you wouldn’t hurt a fly at home, literally. You sang songs and picked flowers. You weren’t meant for this. Nobody was really….

“Come on, let’s wash you off…if at least half this blood is yours, we’re in serious trouble.” He joked and you attempted to laugh. He picked you up bridal style.

You would argue that you could do it yourself but it just wasn’t true.

He dipped you into the salt water. You hissed in pain, clutching his wetsuit.

“I know it stings. I’m sorry.” He rubbed your arm but kept you underwater.

“It okay. Thank you.” You whispered again, almost scared something bad would happen like it had been. One after the other. Peeta cupped water into his hand and tilted your head back rinsing the blood out of your hair and carefully brushing through it with his fingers.

He washed you off, holding you with one had at all times. Afraid to let you go. He was careful around your cuts and scrapes.

“I killed her.” You let out, staring at nothing.

He stopped his movements and just helped you too his chest.

“Who?” He whispered.

“Six… she tried to save me and-“ you chocked on your tears.

“Hey hey hey, it’s okay…I’m here. You don’t have to talk about it now.” He assured.

You were both wrinkly like the raisins Peeta used in his raisin bread back home by the time you got out the water.

You tried to walk but you could barely stand on your right foot.

“What happened?” Finnick asked before Peeta got the chance.

“Mutts.” You answered simply, trying to see the gash on the back of your calf.

You almost fell but Peeta caught you. He picked you up agin and placed you on the leaves they were using as beds in the sand tonight.

“Now we match.” Peeta smiled at you pulling up the leg of his wetsuit to reveal his prosthetic leg.

You laughed, for the first time in days.

The others were asleep while Peeta took the first watch. You sat in his lap, and wrapped your legs around his torso, like a koala.

Head on his chest listening to his heartbeat as he leaned against a tree looking at the waves.

“I thought I lost you.” He whispered, a tear running down his face. You sat up slightly to wipe it. “Me too.” You assured and squeezed his hand.

“So much for sticking together.” He half laughed.

“Yeah.” You looked at his brown eyes and played with his blonde fringe. He leaned in and Kissed you gently but passionately. Holding your cheek and pulling you in by your back. Carefully avoiding your right leg that was tediously bandaged with leaves and vines.

When you broke apart for air. You smiled softly at each other. Heart still heavy from the past two days.

“I love you n/n.” He spoke with only truth in his tone. It wasn’t just an act and you knew that.

“I love you too…so much.” You teared up thinking about how you were going to have to say goodbye soon.

You resumed your position on his chest and fell asleep to his hand rubbing your back and his whispers of “it’s okay.” And “I love you.”

[lovelybucky1]

Talk about finn's huge fucking breeding kink.

— Anya 🪼

yes yes we can

warnings: afab reader, birth control use

he is such a kind and sweet husband/boyfriend. he loves you more than anything and always talks about how he’s going to take care of you forever. he wants to start a family as soon as possible but he understands that you’re still too young and he’s willing to wait for you. that doesn’t mean he cant play pretend though.

he loves to put you in mating press and fuck you hard and deep. he cums in you every time, not wanting to waste it in your mouth or on your skin. he promises that he’s going to knock you up even though you’re on birth control.

he’ll sing praises as he fills you up. he runs his mouth so much, especially when you indulge him in his kink. he wants to claim you, inside and out, and what better way to do that than by making you a mommy

[3d-wifey]

You're telling me malnourished Eminem took out Sejanus, Cinna, AND Finnick? TRIPLE HOTTIE HOMICIDE? HE ISNT HOT ENOUGH TO GET AWAY WITH THAT KIND OF ATROCITY! I WOULDNT PISS ON HIM IF HE WAS ON FIRE!

CORIOLANUS SNOW YOU WILL RUE THE DAY

[ceruleansx]

tipsy | peeta mellark

↳ warnings : mention of being drunk, tipsy/drunk behavior, fluff at end

↳ peeta mellark x reader x best friends to lovers

↳ summary : after a random party, peeta accidentally had more than one drink. after a call from finnick saying that he needs help to put peeta to bed, you leave to help your boyfriend

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it was a long day, you and peeta had so many meetings with sponsers after the first games. you teo returned back home, with finnick and a few other visiting.

you said your goodbyes to peeta as he left for the party that finnick was hosting.

you wouldve gone, but the day wore you out, and all you wanted to do was stay back and watch tv. you basically had nothing to worry about, since you for sure knew peeta wouldn't act up.

even if he follows what everyone says, he knows what good and bad. plus, you promised him that you two will cuddle once he gets back home.

the thought of him made you miss him, making you wanting to go so badly.

as you thought more, there were 3 loud knocks on your door, pretty aggressively.

"y/n!!" you heard someone yell from the other side. the person sounded like finnick.

you got up, already a nervous face on your look by the tone of his voice. your heartbeat became faster. what if something bad happened to peeta? what if someone got into a fight with him?

you hurled to the door and swung it open.

to your surprise, you say johanna, finnick, and peeta. peetas arm was wrapped around finnicks shoulder as finnick held him up to balance.

peeta's legs were droopy, barely even standing. his face was staring at the floor eyes half open.

"what happened?" you asked.

"got too drunk i think."

"he said he didn't want anyone helping him except for you." johanna chimed in.

even with your nervousness, you still felt flustered at the thought of peeta wanting you instead of everyone else.

"okay um," you walked up to peeta and took his arm away from finnick.

he was still a little tipsy, but managed to stand.

"thanks guys, ill see you tommorrow." you said waving goodbye as you closed the door.

"johanna leave~.. mhbb.. i only want my girl." peeta mumbled.

you slightly gasped at his words. his girl? that was a new one to add to the book.

"let's get you upstairs.." you whispered as you took him and lead him upstairs carefully.

"j-johanna i said no.." he whispered, "i need y-y/n!"

you paused mid stairway and faced him. you grabbed his face with both your hands. he was so warm. he was always warm, something that you never thought would bring you comfort.

"peeta look." you whispered.

he looked up. his eyes widened.

"it's me.."

his smiled softly, making his eyes scrunch up.

"oh.." he whispered, as his face slowly grazed your hair.

"lets get you changed and put to bed, 'kay?" you said softly, taking his soft hand again.

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after him protesting on him putting your shirt himself, you two finally managed to get in bed. your head was on his chest, while his arm drapped around you.

"y/n?" he whispered. you thought he already passed out after being so tired.

"yeah..?"

"thanks for helping me out tonight." he wiggled around getting more comfortable.

"anything for you peeta." you moved your head to look at him. "i'll always be here. i've been doing it for years."

he smiled softly while looking at you.

"i um.." he looked away trying to hide his blush that crept around his face.

he finally looked back.

"you know i love you right?" he whispered even more softer, like thin air.

you looked at him. no one's every actually told you that, like in a romantic way. you had so many things to say, but they somehow didn't come out.

"but not like the friend way, the-" his words by cut off by your lips.

his kiss was just as warm as his touch, now knowing that his kiss is the only kiss you want to feel for the rest of your life. after a couple seconds later, you finally pulled away.

"guess i have that affect huh?" he chuckled softly.

"peeta oh god-" you laughed, but cut off by a more tender and loving kiss.

both of your lips were in sync, it was like they were made for each other. you two pulled away, forheads touching. his hand lifted and allowed his thumb to graze your bottom lip.

"i love you.." you whispered against his thumb.

"i love you too baby."

[give-em-hell-kid]

“Not all men”

You’re right, Peeta Mellark would NEVER

[l5byrinth]

okay y’all i rewatched the hunger games in like a really long time and my feelings for both peeta and finnick have resurfaced (just like i do on here every few months)

but i suddenly got sm motivation to write for them so my reqs are open for these two!!

i mean just look at them 🙏🙏

[lady-corrine]

It's canon that Finnick always wears shell necklaces that Annie makes for him whenever he's in the Capitol so he could be close to her always and this is very important to me actually 💜

[whokilledeve]

my hunger games characters height head-canons (even though nobody asked)

Annie and Finnick:

I’ve seen so many fics where Annie is short and that’s cute of course, but tall Annie oh my goodness. She has my heart!! Also I feel like a lot of the short Annie headcanons is just because they want a cute height difference between her and Finnick (also because her movie actors super short, love stef but this is my book headcanons) but guys, they can still have a cute height difference with them both being tall. So I headcanon Finnick as 6’4 (I had trouble deciding with Finnick because I know 6’4 is like, uncommon? I dont know if it’s THAT uncommon) and Annie is 5’9 because I couldn’t decide between 5’8-5’10 so I picked 5’9 because it’s right in the middle. Also I don’t want ANYBODY saying “oh, 5’9 isn’t that tall” it is for a woman pleaaaseee!!! anyway, it’s still a cute height difference right?

Also I saw somebody that reposted one of my posts that was like “Katniss for the short girlies, Annie for the tall girlies, and the tall girlie gets the tall guy” and yes exactlyyy. Also this is more of a personal preference I am so sick of the extremely short petite girl with the tall, muscular guy it was cute at first (and it still can be cute if played right) but now I feel like it’s all I see and I need more tall girl x tall guy relationships

Also im a firm believer in swimmers body Annie, im a firm believer in most district four people having swimmers body’s actually like fight me if you disagree it makes so much sense.

[fantasybuff96]

Finnick being so protective over Annie that if anyone even brought up the Capital infront of her he was shooting them angry looks.

“Sure he can sit here. We’re old friends,” says Johanna, patting the space beside her. The guards nod and Peeta takes a seat. “Peeta and I had adjoining cells in the Capitol. We’re very familiar with each other’s screams.” Annie, who’s on Johanna’s other side, does that thing where she covers her ears and exits reality. Finnick shoots Johanna an angry look as his arm encircles Annie. “What? My head doctor says I’m not supposed to censor my thoughts. It’s part of my therapy,” replies Johanna. The life has gone out of our little party. Finnick murmurs things to Annie until she slowly removes her hands. Then there’s a long silence while people pretend to eat.

[feywild-meadows]

a collection of katniss moodboards:

I've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate, a poet, a pawn and a king..

[lvstcd]

no time to die ⟶ finnick odair & oc [part 6]

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 |

A/N: this is for my pookie ookie bear rese <3 happy birthday bbg

WARNINGS: swearing, mentions of death, mentions of torture, mentions of sex trafficking, weapons, trauma, smoking, pretty much all hunger games shit :)

SUMMARY: rhys marley was the youngest victor of hunger games, winning at the age of 12. 9 years later, she's captured by the capitol along with johanna mason and annie cresta while everyone else is in district 13, her plan failing.

GENRE: angst, dystopian, fluff, slow burn, friends to enemies to lovers

WORD COUNT: 1k

oc - original character(s)

NOT EDITED! SORRY FOR MISTAKES :0

lower case intended

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ZEPHYRS head is pounding as her eyes open, the bright fluorescent lights shining in her green eyes as she stares the ceiling. she slowly gasps, remembering what happened before. she slowly climbs up, her long black hair tangled as it rests on her shoulder. her head throbs in pain, causing her to run her dry fingers across her skin, looking and seeing blood. she looks over, seeing an unconscious beetee lying there.

slowly, zephyr steps forward, walking into the room ahead of her and seeing finnick, plutarch, haymitch, and peeta standing there. instantly, her fight or flight kicks in, "what the hell?" she yells, grabbing the nearest thing she could find as a weapon, haymitch shoving her against the wall gently, ripping it out of her hands. "stop, zephyr. just stop." she looks at peeta as he looks at her with soft eyes, nodding at her that it's okay.

she turns to finnick, "what the fuck are you doing here?" finnick holds his hand out, his voice cracking, "stop. just.. just listen, zephyr please." plutarch steps forward, explaining everything. the plan that they made before they even announced the quarter quell. everyone had known except for her and peeta. their mission was to get zephyr out from the beginning and get her to district 13. rhys had known the whole time.

zephyr's eyes widen slightly as she looks around, "where's rhys?" everyone goes silent. "johanna had cut your tracker out when the other careers had ambushed you. she didn't get to cut hers out in time. rhys had heard you yell in pain and went after you, getting lost in the forest right before you shot your arrow at the arena ceiling. her tracker also didn't get taken out." zephyr stares at plutarch as she stands there.

"so where is she?" zephyr asks, her eyebrows furrowing. "she's in the capitol.." plutarch responds softly, watching her eyes widen and anger flash through her eyes. she immediately lunges for finnick, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"you stupid piece of shit!" she screams, peeta wrapping his arms around her waist and trying to stop her from killing finnick, "you were supposed to fucking protect her! you killed her! you fucking killed her!" she sobs angrily, trying her best to get out of peeta's grip.

"as much as i want to go back for her, zephyr, i know that she is happy that we got you out safely." finnick states, his eyes full of pain. zephyr looks at him, anger and confusion all across her bloody and brusied facial features.

haymitch injects something into her arm, making her slowly become weak and lose her consciousness before she closes her eyes, peeta leans down over her, brushing her hair out of her eyes, "zeph, we will get her back. i promise. i promise you." she looks at him with tears streaming down her cheeks before she falls unconscious.

a couple days later, she wakes up and see's peeta next her, playing with her softly as he watches her. "hi.." he whispers softly as he looks down at her, a small smile on his lips. "how long have i been out?" she asks him as she looks around the room, the fluorescent lights hurting her eyes.

"a couple days.." he says softly, looking at her. "still.." she stops herself, choking on her words, "still no rhys?" she asks quietly. peeta looks at her, his eyes full of sadness and concern, "she's still in the capitol." zephyr nods and looks away from him, her eyes tearing up. "it should be me in the capitol. not her." she whispers as she stares at the wall. peeta climbs in her bed next to her, "hey.. look at me." zephyr turns to him, tears sliding down her cheeks, "we will get her out. i promise." peeta says softly, wiping her tears with his thumb.

a couple hours later, zephyr gets dressed and goes to walk around district 13. she stops at finnicks room, seeing him sitting there and tying his rope, his dry hands shaking. "finnick." she states in a stern voice. he sighs and looks down, still fiddling with the rope.

"i wanted more than anything to go back for rhys, zephyr. i sat there and i begged them. i was on my knees begging them to go back for her. but they wouldn't. they said it wasn't safe for us.. for you." finnick stops, looking at zephyr, "you have to know that i begged for them to go back, zephyr. i didn't leave her by choice. i would never do that to her. to you. or to myself." zephyr watches him, slowly stepping into his dim lit room.

zephyr's eyes soften as she looks at him, noticing that the knot he is tying in the rope is the knot that rhys taught him how to tie growing up. she recognizes it because rhys taught her too. "finnick.." she says softly, seeing how much this is also destroying him. he looks up at with tears in his eyes, "they have annie, too, zephyr. they went to district four and they took her too. they have johanna, rhys, and annie. i don't care that i'm safe. my whole life.. my whole life i tried my best to protect rhys. from the capitol. from everyone around us. i meant to protect her in that arena and i couldn't. i.. i failed." he puts his face in his hands and sobs, "i wish they were dead. i wish we were all dead.. b-because.. because it would be better than sitting here, knowing where they are, knowing that snow is an evil man, and there is nothing we can do to help them at this moment."

zephyr sits beside him on his bed, looking at him, "stop." she says softly, "we don't know what they're doing to them. we don't know anything. the only thing we can do is hope and pray to god that they're okay." finnick nods, glancing at her. "she's been through so fucking much, zephyr. you and i both know that. this was the last thing i ever wanted to happen to her. i wish i was in there instead of her." zephyr nods her head at him, watching peeta come into the room.

"zeph.. boggs told me to come get you. plutarch wants to speak with you."

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[asterias-record-shop]

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— why so quiet?

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to that anon who gave me the idea of having a threesome with Finnick & Peeta featuring breeding kinks because I’m a whore ♡ Peeta is like 20 rn

also, maybe longer part coming, idk 😭

How did you get here? Your mind was focused on getting out of the Quarter Quell alive, not pregnant.

You weren’t really sure how you got here, sandwiched between Finnick and Peeta after Finnick had obviously given him an offer he couldn’t refuse, since he was underneath you both all quiet.

“Peeta, you need to let loose a little bit,” Finnick had told him, your fiancé teasing the poor boy. “I think I might have something to help with that.”

Maybe that’s how you ended up here, in one of the areas of the arena that had yet to have something happen. “How much longer do we have, Peeta?”

He grunted as he pressed kisses to the back of your neck, his hands squeezing your thighs as Peeta pulled away from your sensitive nipples. He had been sucking on them the entire time his cock was deep inside of you, hips rutting up into you every time Finnick’s didn’t.

“D-Don’t really know,” he mumbles against your tit, humming as he teased your nipple with his teeth. It had been the only noise he made in a while. “The one a few places away just got hit, I’d say maybe two hours?”

Finnick laughs as your eyes rolled back, his thrusts getting faster as he lets out a soft groan, Peeta whining as his back arches. “You’re close, Peeta? I think my girl had already came three times, it’s about time you get off. Need you to destress.”

You were the first to suggest a threesome to Finnick the night before you were both put into the games, but he immediately took it seriously because you wanted it. “If you want someone baby, tell me,” he had said, smiling at you. “You just tell me who you want and I’ll get them.”

And Peeta was that perfect option — you just didn’t expect him to be so quiet as his cock was balls deep inside of your pussy with Finnick’s. He let out little whines and soft moans every now and then, his hips almost automatically rolling into yours at the same time Finnick’s do.

“Why so quiet? Hm, Peeta?” You lean down, pulling his lips from your tit, cold air sparking against them as you pulled him up to brush your lips softly against yours. “Am I not making you feel good? Hm? I don’t make you feel good?”

He shook his head as Finnick reached down, tugging back on Peeta’s hair. “You need to choose your words wisely, Peeta.”

He quickly shakes his head, letting out a loud whine. “You are, you feel so good,” he says as Finnick sucked hickeys onto your neck and Peeta’s nails dig into your sides as your cunt clenched around him. “I-I just didn’t know… if I w-was allowed, I didn’t know, I’m so sorry…” he continued to babble on making you giggle, leaning down to pull his lips to yours.

“You don’t have to worry about one thing, darling, this is meant for you to destress, you can cum inside me,” you whisper against his lips, pulling his hands closer to your body. “You can cum and do whatever you want to me baby.”

It would be a while until their done with you, until they could hear the things happening in the next section, your cunt filled with mixed cum and a bulge on your lower tummy.

“C’mon honey,” Finnick whispered against your cheek, helping you stand on shaky legs as Peeta’s tongue licked against your cunt, sucking all of the cum from your pussy into his mouth. “Taste good, Peeta?”

He nods from underneath you, using his fingers to scoop out the cum before pulling away. “So fucking good.”

© asterias-record-shop

[cassidyjaneart]

Johanna Mason, my love

[ceruleansx]

forgive me | peeta mellark

— "so why did you shut me down?"

↳ peeta mellark x reader x friends x enemies x lovers

↳ warnings : fight in the beggining, mention of abusive relationship, emotions, comfort, swearing, fluff at end

↳ summary : peeta needed you the most after you shut down everyone after your abusive relationship. you shortly became enemies after you hurt him. but, your feelings for him never went away, and neither did his.

↳ a/n : this kinda got me emotional ngl

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"babe? sorry that i'm late i just went to the market with-"

your words were cut off with a punch to the face.

your body flung to the doorway of the kitchen, back slamming into the wall. you screeched in pain. you pushed up, leaning against the wall. you covered your elbow where you impacted it most.

"were you with fucking peeta again?!" your boyfriend yelled. "cause every-single-god-damn-time yn!!"

"your always with that boy!!" he threw his hands up, "YOU LOVE ME! NOT THAT LITTLE SHIT."

you have had it with your boyfriend jake. he was an abusive piece of shit. any person who ever calls peeta something bad just makes your blood boil. and you dont know why.

you weakly got up, "DONT YOU EVER CALL PEETA THAT YOU ASSHOLE." you shoved his chest.

"AND I DONT LOVE YOU."

jake's face got even angrier, and he started to clench is fist.

"AND GOD." you let out a loud sigh. "IM SO SICK!! SO SICK OF YOU TREATING ME LIKE THIS- LIKE- LIKE SHIT!!"

"OH I TREAT YOU LIKE SHIT?! IM JUST PROTECTING YOU!"

"FROM WHO?! SWEET INNOCENT PEETA?!"

"I SWEAR Y/N IF YOU MENTION HIS FUCKING NAME IM GONNA-" his words were cut off by you kicking his chest, knocking the wind out if him.

"now get out of my fucking house." you spat.

he got up, and opened the door slowly. before he left, he turned to you, still breathing heavily. "were done."

you didnt even care. after all this shit, you deserved to break up with him. you pushed him out and slammed the door. after you turned, and sat against the door.

you just sobbed and sobbed and sobbed for what seemed like forever. the tears were happy and sad at the same time. all that pain you went through. but now that pain is gone.

you took the whole night removing him out of your memory, and trying to cope for a better life.

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he walked by your house everyday.

every.

day.

sometimes you were at your window, sometimes you weren't. you would just stare out into the woods, wether it was covered in snow or displayed in the sunlight.

he would knock on your door everyday. just the sight of you would make it happy. did he do something to hurt your feelings?

at so many tries, he eventually felt hurt and alone. you were the only person who he enjoyed spending time with, and now you were silent. you were the only person who he cared about.

he hated you. he hated you so much for leaving him when he most needed it. he eventually stopped walking by your house. in fact, he avoided it, and tried to take other paths to the market.

he didn't really know if it was because of him, but it was too late.

he hated you. but that didnt mean that he still didnt love you.

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you knew he was there. the tension was pretty clear. you could see him in the corner of your eye as you looked at the woods.

why did you shut everyone off? especially your best friend, peeta.

you knew why. you were scared that you were going to become like jake, for some reason, and you wanted to isolate yourself so you dont hurt anyone.

you knew that if you told peeta, he would understand. but you were just to scared to see him face to face.

why? you didnt know.

you knew that peeta wasnt jake, but you wanted to distance yourself. maybe jake went into town and told everyone rumors about you. maybe peeta visited everyday to tell you how sick you were.

you still cared for peeta, so very much. but you dont want to harm his pure heart.

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peeta was standing at your door.

he almost knocked. "peeta what the hell are you doing?" he whispered to himself.

he turned his back to your door.

"you hate her. you hate her. why are you here?" he repeated.

he knew why he was here. he loved you. and he also wanted to tell you how he needs you so very much to cope with life, and how you hurted him without even trying.

he turned back and knocked, almost like he himself didnt do it. he just waited there for a solid minute. he turned away, but the door was opened behind him.

he turned back. the tension was tense. you held eye contact together, both of you about to cry. the instant relief that was displayed on your face was so obvious.

the concered face that you saw on peeta everyday out your window was gone. instead, his gaze was soft, and he was smiling.

your smell and presence itself made him so happy. so very happy that you didn't give up on yourself. he really thought he would lose you.

you ran up to him and gave him the tightest hug ever. you wrapped your arms around his neck as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

he layed his head on your shoulder. "i thought i lost you.." he whispered.

you broke a tear.

"oh peeta i would never lose you." you pulled away to face him, "never."

his smile slowly disapeered as he looked at you.

"so why did you shut me down?" his voice quivered, "y/n you- you left me when i most needed you."

your eyes were bloodshot. "i know, and im so sorry."

"but why?" he asked.

you sighed. you looked out to the houses, then back to him. "i was scared that i would be like jake."

"like jake? but i thought you loved him?"

you shook your head. "i never told anyone but he was abusive."

his eyes softened, and his face turned into guilt. his eyes started to water. "oh y/n-" he said between cries.

"why didnt you t-tell me? i wouldve protected you."

with no response, you just hugged him again, this time even tighter. "im so sorry.." you quivered.

"i love you y/n. dont ever leave me like that again." he said.

"i promise peeta. and i love you two."

[moonslesbology]

peeta mellark remembers katniss everdeen singing so beautifully that the birds stopped singing but i cannot remember a stupid quote for english

it’s me,

i’m the problem in life