#finnick odair x male reader

[thealtoduck]

Finnick falling for a Capitol citizen…

Finnick Odair x Male Reader

Warnings: Implied smut

Summary: You meet Finnick at a Capitol party and you have a Cinderella moment and then your life flips upside down…

Requested by Anon

y/p = your profession

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The party was terrible, it was boring, the people there were either sleezy snobs, high society wannabes or just general assholes.

But why were you there then one might ask. Well first off your dad is a part of the high society in the Capitol and second you were a famous y/p and you had gotten a personal invitation from President Snow which isn’t something one just ignores (or atleast if they wanna stay alive).

So you put on the nicest clothes in your closet and sucked it up and went to the party. When you entered it was like watching a sea of rainbow colored wigs as you descended the staircase down to the ballroom.

What you didn’t know was that you had caught a pair of sea green eyes at your arrival. Finnick (to his annoyance) was also there on the ”request” of President Snow and he was just as unhappy as you were to be there. But seeing you had gave him some hope for the night.

You tried to stay in a corner away from the crowd but people somehow still managed to find you, you wouldn’t have minded if the people were actually interesting but instead you were forced to listen to a bunch of blabber about what clothes people were planning on buying, what parties they were currently invited and of course what famous people were there.

From what they told you there was everything from designers, victors and even the beloved Caesar Flickeman present at the party.

You were close to leaving until someone walked towards you with a smirk spread on his tanned face. ”Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” said Finnick Odair.

Before you had the time to say anything Finnick had grabbed your hand and planted a light kiss and said ”It’s a pleasure to finally meet you Y/n, i’ve heard a lot about you”. You noticed he was doing his flirty voice, the kind he always used in interviews to try to appeal to the capitol but you decided to play along as had nothing better to do.

”Only good things i hope” you answered in the same kind of flirty voice. ”Some good things and some things that could make even President Snow blush”.

After those words one of the best nights of your began.

You and Finnick started by going to the bar to get drinks where you small talked and got to know each other, he continued with his flirting which happily returned.

Then when a slow song came on he brought you out on dance floor where the two of you held each other close as some people looked at you jealously for getting the the attention of THE Finnick Odair and some people looked at you as if you were royalty and they were about to bow down.

So basically you were the belle of the ball on this occasion.

After the slow dance Finnick whispered quietly ”Wanna get out of here and go back to my place”. ”Absolutely” you answered and followed Finnick outside.

Let’s just say things got wild that night between the two of you, in a way that could only be described by these Ariana Grande lyrics ”Can’t you stay up all night fuck me ’til the daylight”.

The day after you father confronted you and told you that you couldn’t see Finnick anymore because you shoudn’t be associated with someone who isn’t a Capitol citizen.

So of course you didn’t listen and saw Finnick anyway in secret.

You were saddend though after he returned to district 4 leaving you all alone in the Capitol.

But he came back… sooner than expected because he had been reaped to compete in the quarter quell. In which the tributes were comprised by existing victors.

You were part of the group of Capitol citizens who wanted to stop games mostly so that Finnick wouldn’t die + so that Katniss girl wouldn’t die either since she had kinda started a revolution which was good.

So imagine how pleased you were when Plutarch and Haymitch approached you and gave you the opputunity to help get Katniss (and Finnick if possible) out of the arena.

You immediately helped with whatever you could to get everything ready.

And when Katniss finally destroyed the arena you were right there to help pick her up as well as Finnick.

As the Hovercraft flew away from the burning arena that was falling apart you thought to yourself ”Time for a revolution”.

[marilynmonroefanfics]

Sex with Finnick Odair would include...

Finnick knows exactly what he's doing, when he touches you he wants you to crumble.

When he kisses your body, he wants you to moan in ecstasy.

Finnick will memorize were you like to be touched, he will memorize the places that make you moan higher and needier.

He's definitely a man for edging, he loves it when you get needy and desperate, trying to fuck his hand.

“You're close dollface? You want to cum? I guess I'll let you...if you beg for it.”

Finnick definitely enjoys using pet names in bed.

I'm talking about “dollface”, “gorgeous” and all in between.

Of course the classic “baby boy” is a big yes for him.

Finnick has Daddy kink, he can't help it.

When you're on the bed, sweaty and neddy, getting fucked by him...then, you said the magic work.

“D-daddy, I'm s-so c-close!”

Finnick can't help but fuck you harder, growling in your ear, like a possessed animal.

“You are baby? Fuck! Let it out, let Daddy see you cum.”

Finnick likes cock warming, the feeling of your warm walls around his cock, definitely gets him crazy.

Also if you have been a bad boy, he will definitely punish you with it.

Finnick LOVES IT, when you are enjoying yourself, so don't be afraid to scream and cry on his cock.

Tell him how good his fucking you, how full you feel with his cock.

“God F-Finnick...I can f-feel you so d-deep...”

Finnick likes to fuck you hard and fast, he likes to hear you SCREAM for his cock.

But just to be clear, Finnick can make love to you, he wants you to feel every inch of his fat cock entering you.

"You feel it baby boy? Feel my cock so deep inside you...”

When he comes home tired, he will gladdy give you control.

He enjoys sitting on the bed and just relax, while you ride the shit out of him.

He loves it when you restrain him and make him your personal plaything.

He loves being dominant but he also loves when you dominate him.

So...slap him, mark him up, suppress his moans, or don't let him talk at all.

Do whatever you please with him, he loves it.

“You want to make me feel good, puppy?" You said, grabbing his pulsing cock in your hands. “Let's see how long you can hold on, before you're begging for me to fuck you, is that alright puppy?"

"Y-yes M-master...”

Finnick loves, loves your ass, he loves the way it wiggles.

You could hypnotize him with your ass.

“Dollface, do me a favor and wiggle that ass for me.”

After you're done, Finnick will treat you like a prince.

He's the best at aftercare.

“Are you alright gorgeous? You did so good for me...”

“I'm alright Finn, I'm just tired...”

“Relax baby boy, let me take care of you.”

[imaginemalereader]

Gif credit (X)

Anonymous request

The Capitol was frightening in a lot of ways. But possibly the worst was just how good they were at figuring people out. They knew about yours and Finnick’s relationship and just how willing he was to protect you. So, they had taken you as a tool to keep him in check. They knew he wouldn’t risk your life. And, they hoped to get some information out of you.

However, they hadn’t gotten to see just how willing you were to protect him. They tortured you but there was no way you were going to give up him and the others. You believed that he would come rescue you. You clutched that hope every day they came in to beat you or drug you or manipulate you. Finnick is going to save me.

You were right.

Well, he didn’t come himself. The rebels told you he had kind of “lost it” the other day. He wasn’t able to come with, but they had decided that for his benefit, you were being rescued then and there. They got you out of the Capitol and the group of you went back to District 13, you pushing them to move faster at every point, desperate to see Finnick.

They led you to his room and the minute the door opened, Finnick looked up and you saw emotions flash across his face. Disbelief, happiness, sadness.

Is that really his face? He wondered for a moment. Or was he just dreaming, wishing you were there? But then you smiled at him. He couldn’t replicate just how perfect your smile was. It was really you, there in front of him after so long.

He jumped up and ran to you, quickly pulling you into his arms. You held each other tightly, both breaking into tears. Your hands traveled each other’s bodies, making sure that the other person was real.

Your hands went to his hair, feeling the dirt and dust caked into it at this point. His hands went to your back, feeling it bonier than the past, a result of the Capitol’s treatment. Your hands traveled around his shoulders, noticeably thinner than the last time you had seen him. He felt your neck and up to your hair; it was still full of grime and probably some blood that you were dying to wash out. Finally, you leaned back enough to cup his face and look into his eyes.

“Hey.” You said softly.

“I’m so sorry.” He replied. You pulled him closer, touching your foreheads together.

“It’s not your fault. And it doesn’t matter. I’m here now. I’m fine. I’m seeing you again.”

Finnick’s hands gripped you tighter as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

“I love you so much.” He whispered.

“I love you too. Nothing’s going to keep us apart again. The Capitol couldn’t break us before, and they aren’t going to have the chance again.”

Finnick pulled you in close again, resting his chin on your shoulder, keeping as much physical contact as he could with you. At some point, you knew he would want to talk more and you wanted to talk as well.

For now, you were just going to hold each other.

[smygarding]

Secret | Finnick Odair x Male!Reader [drabble]

𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝 - (noun.)  something that is kept or meant to be kept unknown or unseen by others.

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Everything disgusted you; the reaping, the games, the capitol, the sickening luxury and your mentor’s indifferent attitude to your lives.

Some would be honoured to have the youngest winner as their mentor, but you weren’t a career.

Finnick was something else.

Whether it was his forced façade or ways of communication you didn’t know.

What you did know was that he could get under your skin and that was bad because you liked it. Fuck.

Fuck him and his secrets, yours were yours to keep and you were going to make damn sure they died in the arena with you.      

[andvys]

All I see is you

Warnings: smut, 18+, overstimulation, breeding kink, Gale being problematic as always, this is umm very dirty... 

Pairings: Finnick Odair x reader 

Request: One of them gets jealous (I´m thinking finnick bc favourite crime has inspired me) which leads to smut because they want to show that the other is all theirs and no one can come between them. (which also results in *cough* hickeys *cough* that everyone notices the next morning in the district 13 cafeteria, maybe someone has a funny comment on it?)

@popcornpoppin​ thank you for this request and all your amazing ideas. You’re freaking amazing 💖

I didn't proofread it so if there's any mistakes, ignore them pls, I'll fix it later :)

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It is pretty clear and obvious that you are with Finnick. Anyone could see it, where you were there was also him. He never left your side, always holding your hand, always being next to you. 

If that wasn't obvious enough that you were dating the handsome blonde, then the kisses he’d give you and the constant affection between the two of you was but for some reason that didn't stop Gale from flirting with you or touching you anytime Finnick wasn't looking.

It pissed him off so much, the thought of someone wanting you as much as he does and taking every chance to show you that made him feel angry.

Even a blind person could see that you are together and that you are his girl. And it will stay that way, he won’t let anyone take you away from him.

He trusts you, he knows you only want him but he can’t help but want to show you who you belong to; who you will always belong to. 

Finnick clenches his jaw, his breathing gets heavier as he stares at you and Gale training together. 

While you seemed to be concentrated on the target, Gale seemed to be more concentrated on you. His hands on your shoulders as he tells you something. 

He stands close to you, way too close for Finnick’s liking. 

He knows Gale is interested in you, he’s seen it from the first time you and Gale interacted with each other and even though the tall male knows you are with Finnick, he still does anything to get your attention. 

“Finnick?” 

Beetee’s voice pulls him out of his thoughts. Blinking a few times, he looks away from you and Gale. Looking down at Beetee instead, who tries to show him something on the computer screen. 

“Yeah?” Finnick mumbles. 

Haymitch who stands on the other side of Beetee, notices the angry expression on Finnick’s face, the annoyance in his voice causes him to chuckle which makes both Finnick and Beetee look at him.

“What’s so funny?” Beetee asks in confusion, considering he just showed both him and Finnick footage of a building being blown up by rioters. 

“Oh nothing.” Haymitch chuckles, waving his hand “just Finnick here trying to kill Gale with his death stare.” 

Finnick scoffs at his words, crossing his arms over his chest, he shakes his head.

“You’ve been looking out of that window for the past ten minutes, glaring at that poor boy.” Haymitch says.

“Poor boy.” Finnick mumbles as he looks at you again, to see you laughing at something Gale said, the scene only making him feel more annoyed. 

“See there it is.” Haymitch laughs “jealousy, you’re not very subtle, Finnick.” 

Even Beetee chuckles at the huff that leaves Finnick’s lips. No one has ever seen him this frustrated. He was usually really good at hiding his feelings but this time he struggled. 

“Here.” Haymitch hands him a rope “tie a few knots, that usually calms you down.” He chuckles.

Finnick rolls his eyes but grabs the rope nonetheless. Looking at you once again, he watches you wave at Gale before leaving the room, unaware to the way the brunette is checking you out. 

Shaking his head, he huffs in annoyance. As he grips the rope in his hands tightly. Looking down, he stares at it for a moment. A few ideas come to mind as he rubs his thumb over the rough material. 

A smirk tugs at his lips at the thought of tying you up with this rope and making you remember who you belong to. 

“Thanks.” He smiles at Haymitch as he turns to leave the room without uttering another word. 

Haymitch and Beetee share a look before the two men begin to chuckle at Finnick’s sudden change of mood.

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After your gun training with Gale, you spend the rest of your day with Katniss, every once in a while Coin allowed Katniss and you to go out hunting, something you were very happy about. You hated nothing more than to be cooped up underground. 

You loved nature, you loved the sun and the fresh air, the sound of birds chirping and you missed it so much so being able to go out, even for just an hour was enough to put a smile on your face, one that was still resting on your lips as you opened the door to your room.

Just as you stepped inside and turned to lock the door, a hand clasps around your throat. Panic settles in your chest and your immediate response is to fight back but before you can do anything you get turned around and slammed against the door. Your wide eyes lock with Finnick’s. 

“Finn.” You gasp as you relax “what the hell?”

You fail to notice the angry expression on his face. Only as he tightens his grip around your throat, you see the angry look in his eyes. 

He presses himself against you, leaning down, he eyes your face slowly before he leans in. His lips brushing against your earlobe “what were you smiling about, (y/n)?” He asks. The tone in his voice low, dangerous.

You furrow your brows at his question.  

You would lie if you said you didn't like his tight grip around your throat or the way he slammed you against the door but you couldn't help but feel confused about his behavior. 

“What?”

“What were you smiling about?” He repeats “thinking about someone? Maybe Gale?” 

You sigh as you realize what this is all about. He’s seen you training with him. 

You know that Finnick isn't exactly fond of Gale. He never fails to show his annoyance whenever he is around so seeing you alone with him must’ve triggered his anger. 

“Finn.” You mumble as you grab his hand that is still around your throat “the only one I'm thinking about is you and you know it.”

He chuckles half heartedly as he faces you once again, his eyes meet yours once again “you sure about that, honey? You seemed to be having a fun time with him.”

You roll your eyes at him unaware to the fact that this small action results him to get even angrier. 

His gaze turns even more serious as he stares into your eyes as if he challenges you to say something but for some reason you can’t find it in yourself to speak up as you look at him. 

This side of him is new to you. The angry mad look on his face, his rough grip around your throat. It’s exciting you. 

You swallow harshly, unable to look away from him. 

He sees the effect he has on you, he can feel it. 

Your pupils widen, your breathing gets heavier and your eyes move between his eyes and his lips. You can’t wait to touch him, to be touched by him. Growing more and more impatient just like him. 

“You are mine, (y/n).” He rasps, his hand leaves your throat, moving up to grab your chin instead, he tilts your head up roughly as he pulls you against him, his lips brushing against yours now “but I think I’ll have to remind you.” 

“If you’ll allow me, of course.” He whispers as he looks into your eyes, waiting for a reaction from you. 

“P-Please.” 

He laughs, shaking his head “ah see there it is, you want this am I right? You want me to fuck you until you’re screaming, until everyone knows who you belong to.”

You can’t even hold back the whimper that leaves your lips as he grabs your butt roughly “dirty girl.” He purrs as he finally slams his lips against yours.

Closing your eyes, you put your hands on his chest as you kiss him back. 

His kisses always leave your stomach filled with butterflies, your heart fluttering but this time all your senses seemed to go crazy. Your stomach pools with arousal as he kisses you roughly, messily as his tongue meets yours. 

Your hands cup his cheeks as you deepen the kiss, moaning against his lips as he pulls you flush against him. His hands resting on your butt as he gropes you roughly. 

You can feel his growing bulge against your stomach causing you to smirk into the kiss, as your hand leaves his face, sliding it down his body, you rub your palm over his bulge, the motion has him moaning into the kiss right away. 

He pulls you towards the bed, stripping you off your clothes slowly until you’re left in nothing but a bra and panties. 

You try to undress him as well, wanting to feel his naked skin on yours but he only allows you to take his shirt off, gripping your hand roughly as you try to undo his belt. 

Gasping at his action, you open your eyes as you pull away from the kiss. 

“W-What-”

“This is about you right now, honey, I’m gonna make you feel good.” He murmurs as he pushes you down on the bed. Putting his finger under your chin, he tilts your head up. 

The view in front of him is enough to drive him crazy, your puffy lips from kissing, your lust filled eyes as you stare at him, squeezing your thighs together as if it would help with getting rid of the ache between your legs.. 

Blood rushes to his cock as you smirk at him whilst leaning closer to him, pressing a kiss to his lower abdomen as you look up at him with innocent eyes. 

He takes in a shaky breath before grabbing your jaw roughly, stopping you from going further. 

“I’d love to fuck your mouth right now but I’d rather fuck you first.” He smirks only to grunt in annoyance as you keep trying to undo his belt. 

“You just can’t keep your hands to yourself can you?” He grunts as he grabs your wrist in one hand tightly “gonna have to tie you up tonight.” 

The whimper that leaves your lips causes him to chuckle, pupils widen as he realizes how bad you want him to treat you roughly. 

“You want me to tie you up, pretty girl?” 

“Y-Yes.” 

His smirk widens, licking his lips, he caresses your cheek softly, leaning down he presses a kiss to your forehead before leaning over to grab something from the drawer in the nightstand. 

You take this moment to admire him. You love everything about him, there’s nothing you don’t find attractive in him. He is just perfect and not just by looks. His soft, caring and loving side, one that only you get to see, one that you love so dearly. The way he handles you, the way he always puts you first and keeps you safe, the way he loves you, only he can make you feel this way. 

You stare at his perfectly tanned skin, his toned stomach, his wide shoulders, oh how you want to be pinned down by him, have him keep you in place as he does unspeakable things to you. 

He turns, to look down at you again, to find you practically drooling over him, seeming to be deep in thought considering you don’t even notice the rope he’s holding up in front of you now. 

Chuckling, he pats your cheek softly, getting your attention immediately that way “you there, sweetheart?” 

You nod, your eyes widening in surprise when your gaze falls on the rope. Gulping, you meet his eyes again, excitement lingering in your eyes. 

A smile tugs at your lips as you stare into his eyes. His usual sea green eyes, blacker than the night as lust takes over. 

“Tie me up, Finn.” You whisper.

The rope reminding you of your first training with him. Before the quarter quell, he offered you to teach you how to tie knots and while doing so he made a few suggestive comments about showing you how to tie special knots, for special places. 

He chuckles darkly as he throws the rope on the bed next to you. Leaning down he pushes you further on the bed as he rests his knees between your thighs. His lips meet yours as his hands touch your arms softly, caressing your skin softly as they move to your back. Unclasping your bra, he takes it off, throwing it on the floor. 

Your nipples harden at the cold air in the room. Finnick’s hands find their way to your chest, grabbing your boobs roughly, his thumb begin to play with your nipples, causing you to whine into the kiss.

He lays you down gently, keeping his lips locked with yours. 

You try to wrap your arms around his neck but before you can do so, his hands let go of your boobs, grabbing your wrists instead, he pins them above your head.

“No touching, you’ve been a bad girl, (y/n), spending time with someone who obviously wants to fuck you.” He grunts against your lips.

Your eyes widen, a gasp leaves your lips “w-what, Gale doesn’t-”

He cuts you off by slapping your butt roughly “don’t say that name again, honey.” 

You blink, shocked at his action and at the tone in his voice but for some reason it just causes you to feel more aroused, the ache between your legs just getting worse and worse as you feel yourself getting more wet every passing second. 

His eyes are burning into you, the gaze in them wild, intimidating you more than ever but for some reason you can’t help but piss him off even further. 

“That name- Gale?”

His eyes darken at your words “you’re gonna regret that.” He mumbles as he lets go of your wrists, grabbing the rope, he begins to tie a knot, not even looking at it, instead he keeps his eyes on you “when I’m done with you, you won’t even remember his name.” 

You lick your lips, gulping nervously. 

“I’m sorry.” You whisper, blinking innocently at him “sir.” 

His pants tighten as his erection gets even harder at the way you squirm beneath him, the way you stare at him with those innocent eyes of yours.

Shaking his head at you, he laughs to himself “we both know you’re not sorry.” He mumbles as he grabs your wrists again, putting your hands through the loops “but you will be.” He says as he tightens the rope around your wrists. Tying it to the bed, he makes sure that it’s tight enough so you won’t be able to move.

He stares down at you, his face in front of yours as he tugs at the ropes. He smirks, leaning down, he pecks your lips softly “it’s not too tight is it?” 

“N-No.”

“Good.” He whispers, kissing your lips once again before he gets up. Standing in front of you, he takes this moment to stare at you, admire your beauty. 

His cock twitches in excitement at the sight of you, tight up. Squirming in anticipation, your nipples hard, your breathing heavy, your lips parted as you stare it at him with excitement and lust in your eyes. 

He has you completely at his mercy. 

“You look perfect, love, so fucking perfect.” He purrs, undoing his belt, he throws it on the ground before getting back on the bed. Parting your legs, he moves in between them as he leans down to kiss you. 

He grinds himself against you, his bulge rubbing against your clothed clit. A whimper leaves your lips as he kisses down your jawline until his lips are on your neck. 

You pant heavily, moaning as he begins to suck on your skin, taking his sweet time with teasing you as his hand touch anything but your pussy. Instead he plays with your nipples, groping your ass harshly as he grinds himself against you. 

“F-Finnick, please..” You whine as you try to buck your hips but he puts his palm on your stomach, pushing you down against the bed to keep you from moving. 

“Shh, I got you, pretty girl.” He mumbles as he continues covering your neck and your throat with hickeys. He sucks on your skin, biting you teasingly as his hand slides down. 

Your clit is throbbing, begging to be touched as his hand comes closer and closer to your heat. 

“Fuck your soaked baby.” He rasps as he rubs your wet pussy over your underwear. 

“Finn, I want your fingers inside me, please.”

He presses another kiss to your throat before moving up to face you. He smirks as he grabs the thin material of your underwear, ripping them apart.

Your gasp makes him chuckle, your lips part in surprise as you stare at him with pure shock on your face.

Your heart is racing, your chest rises up and down heavily as you stare at your lover. His action just causes you to get even more aroused. He's truly full of surprises. 

He licks his lips at the sight of your glistening pussy, he’s absolutely ready do devour you. Finnick almost chuckles at the whine that leaves your throat as he moves his fingers through your folds, gathering your wetness before he starts circling your clit, teasingly. 

His left hand comes to rest on your lower stomach to keep you in place as he pleasures you with his fingers. 

“Look at you, I haven't even pushed one finger in and you’re already whining.” He chuckles.

You tug at the restraints, ignoring his words as you try to grind against his fingers but his hand on your stomach stops you from doing so. 

Finally pushing a finger inside of you, he almost moans in sync with you as he feels how tight and soaked you are. Adding another finger, he pushes them in and out slowly, letting you adjust first. 

Admiring your face as he plays with your pussy, he can’t wait to be inside you, look into those beautiful eyes of yours as he fills you up. 

It doesn't take long for your first orgasm to take over your body and as expected already, Finnick continues to fuck you with his fingers, only this time his pace quickens. His long fingers slamming into you, curling them inside you as his thumb rubs your already sensitive clit. 

You moan loudly, trying to buck your hips into his hand as he fucks you roughly. You can hear how wet you are as his fingers pump in and out of you. 

“Such a needy little thing aren't you?” 

“M-More.” You beg as you tug at the ropes, the rough material of it digging into your skin but you don’t care about that right now or about the marks they will leave.

“More?” He chuckles “you don’t have to tell me twice.”

Adding a third finger, he pushes in and out mercilessly, keeping his eyes on your face. 

He loves to watch you come undone, the way your brows furrow as you bite down on your lip when you’re close to your orgasm, the way your eyes search his when you’re about to cum; he fucking loves it.

“You are so beautiful, fuck.” He murmurs. 

Leaning down, he settles between your thighs “look at me, baby.” 

Your eyes lock with his, almost gasping at the hungry look in his eyes as he replaces his thumb with this tongue. Jerking against him, you moan his name as he swirls his tongue around your clit whilst curling his fingers inside you. 

“Oh god.” You breathe, the pleasure so overwhelming, nothing could ever compare to this moment. 

“It’s Finnick.” He chuckles, teasingly. 

You part your lips as if to say something but he leaves you speechless once again as he makes you come again. 

Curse words and his name roll off your tongue as you arch your back in pleasure. Your sensitive clit throbbing, your walls clenching around his fingers, you try to push your thighs together but he pushes them apart roughly. 

“I’m not done with you yet.” He warns you “look at that pretty pussy. You’re fucking dripping (y/n), gonna have you dripping with my cum soon.” He says as he grips your hips tightly, surprising you once again as he flips you over on all fours. 

You whimper at his sudden action, the rope digging even more into your skin now but not enough to hurt you. Leaning over you, he makes sure the ropes aren't too tight. Pressing a kiss on your neck, he pushes your hair to the side “maybe I should have Gale walk in on us like that, so he knows who you belong to or maybe I should just fuck you hard enough so this whole district knows when you scream my name.” 

You can’t even stop the moan that leaves your mouth. His lips on your neck as he utters those words. 

You are barely able to keep yourself up as Finnick starts to tease you again by circling your sensitive clit. 

“F-Fuck, Finnick..” You whimper, arching your back in pleasure, you try to rest your elbows against the bed but the ropes don’t allow you to move much. 

“Louder, baby.” He purrs into your ear as he pushes a finger inside again, whilst he tugs your hair behind your ear with his other hand. Smirking at you as your glassy eyes meet his, pulling his fingers out of you, he brings them up to your mouth “suck.” 

Your eyes lock with his as you take his wet fingers into your mouth. Tasting yourself, you close your eyes, moaning as you swirl your tongue around his fingers. 

Finnick curses under his breath, the feeling of your tongue licking his fingers clean brings up different thoughts in his mind, the thought of you on your knees for him, staring at you with those teary eyes of yours has him going insane. 

But he leaves that for later. 

“Just like that, taste how sweet you are, honey.” 

Pulling his fingers out of your mouth, he leans in for a short kiss, patting your cheek “my dirty girl, you are doing so well but I don’t see any tears yet.” He murmurs before kissing your neck once again, trailing kisses down your back until he is behind you. 

Your breathing gets heavier as you feel his rough hands on you, startling you when he plunges his tongue into your cunt. 

“O-Oh-” A strangled noise leaves your mouth at the feeling of his tongue inside you. He grips your hips so harshly as he begins to eat you out from the back. 

You are so sensitive from the previous orgasms he has given you but it feels good, so good.

“You taste so delicious, (y/n).” 

His tongue moves deeper inside you as he pulls you against him, eating you out  as if his life depends on it. He moans against you as he tastes you on his tongue, your juices are dripping down his chin, your whimpers that turn into sobs drive him insane as he continues to fuck you with his tongue. 

The sound of his moans sends another wave of pleasure through you, overwhelming you with it, it’s too much but the pleasure is too addicting.

Your legs are shaking and if it wasn't for the ropes holding you up then you definitely would’ve collapsed into the pillows already. 

“I-I can’t.” You sob, tears building up in your eyes, you feel as though your body as on fire.

“Yes you can. Let go baby, come for me.” 

Gripping at the ropes, you bite your lip harshly as you let go. Coming once again, this time on his tongue. You both moan in pleasure. His name leaves your lips. 

Your body is aching, your arms start hurting from being kept up by the restraints. Your knees buckle, tears fall from your eyes. Your cum dripping down your inner thighs.

And while you’re sensitive already, you still want him to keep going, feel him inside you. 

He pats your clit playfully causing you to jerk, whining at his action. 

He chuckles darkly as he kisses up your body “you okay, my love?” He asks as he unties you. 

“Yes.” You whisper, sighing in relief as your wrists are finally free. He takes them into his hands, kissing your sore skin, mumbling an apology for hurting you. 

“It’s okay, Finn.” You whisper as you lay down. Trying to calm yourself down from all the pleasure. He caresses your skin softly, pressing soft kisses to your back while he gives you a moment to relax. 

“I love you, my beautiful girl.” 

“I love you too, Finnick.” 

Pressing one last kiss to your shoulder blade before getting up, he stares at your naked body as he takes his pants off. 

Smirking to himself when he sees how much your legs are shaking, he can’t help but feel proud of himself. 

He startles you as he comes up behind you, grabbing your hips once again “you ready, baby?” 

“Y-Yes.” You murmur as you try to push yourself up on your hands only to collapse into the pillows again. Your body feeling too shaky, too sensitive. 

He chuckles, slapping your butt, he smirks at the sound of your whimper. Slipping his fingers through your wet folds, he gathers your juices before taking his throbbing cock into his hand, pre cum already rolling down his length. He strokes himself as he moves closer to you. Teasing your entrance first before he finally pushes inside you. 

He grunts at the feeling of your tight walls squeezing around his cock. The loud moan that leaves your mouth encouraging him to start moving, slowly at first before he starts thrusting into you roughly. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, the feeling of him inside you driving you crazy. He fills you up so perfectly. 

“God, you feel amazing.” He moans as he slides his palm over your back, suddenly taking his hand into your hair, he pulls you up roughly, pulling you flush against him as his hand moves to grab your throat tightly. 

“Fuck.” You whimper, not even caring about the tears streaming down your face or the ache in your throat as he squeezes you tightly. 

His lips are on your neck as he ruts into you. Moaning into your ear. 

“You’re mine, (y/n), all mine.” 

His words leave your heart fluttering, butterflies swirling in your stomach while his cock leave your walls clenching around his cock, waves of pleasure shooting through the both of you. 

“Say it.” He grunts into your ear as his hand leave your hip, instead moving to your front to play with your sensitive clit.

“I’m yours, Finnick.” You breathe as you grip his forearm. The hold he has on you is the only thing that is still keeping you up. 

“Louder, say my name.” 

Burying himself deeper into your cunt, he hits your g-spot perfectly as you arch your back in pleasure. 

His name leaves your lips like a prayer, begging for more and more. 

“Fuck- you’re gonna be the death of me, baby.” He mumbles against your neck. 

“I-I’m close.” You whimper as you feel your body being pushed over the edge once again, the feeling of his cock twitching inside you sending a new wave of pleasure through you. 

“Me too, honey. Come with me.” His grip on around your throat loosens, instead he grabs your face, tilting it to the side so he can kiss you. 

Your lips meet his just as another orgasm ripped through you. Your walls flutter around his cock, pushing him over the edge as well. 

A mix between a grunt and a moan leaves his throat as he cums, emptying himself inside you. 

He can taste your tears as they fall from your eyes, directly on your locked lips and he can’t help but smirk at the fact that you’re still moaning in pleasure despite your body being so overwhelmed already. 

Pulling out of you, his lips leave yours as he grabs your waist, flipping you on your back. 

Your first reaction is to clench your thighs together, feeling to sensitive already, especially as you feel your pussy still pulsating as his cum leaks out of you.

Finnick smirks at you as he lays his palms on your knees “spread your legs, honey, let me see your sweet pussy.” 

You grip the sheets beneath you as you look at him with wide eyes. The look in his eyes is so dark, making you feel things you have never felt before. He intimidates you in every way possible. 

Your sweet Finnick seems to be possessed by the darkness in him, right at this moment. 

Unable to move, you just stare as your heartbeat quickens. 

“Fine then.” He mumbles, forcing your thighs apart, he smirks at your whimper “you look so perfect like that, with my cum leaking out of your sweet cunt.” 

Spreading your legs apart, he settles between your thighs “relax for me.” He says as he sinks his cock back inside you. 

You squirm beneath him, wrapping your arms around his neck for support as he comes to face you. 

He doesn't move though, staying inside you for a moment. His eyes soften for a second as he takes in the sight in front of him. He admires your beautiful face, the marks on your throat and neck that he left, your teary eyes, the way you look at him like he’s the most perfect thing you’ve laid your eyes on, the sight makes his heart flutter almost wanting to go all soft on you and make love to you but he wants to remind you and show you that he can do more than be the sweet loving, boyfriend. 

Kissing your tears away, he caresses your cheek. His gaze sending shivers down your spine, he looks at you like you’re a goddess. 

“You are so beautiful.” He whispers, the dark rough facade crumbling as his sweet side seems to take over again but then he smirks once again as you whimper at the feeling of his fingers on your clit, the sound just spurring him on even more as he begins to roll his hips, rutting into your cunt all over again. 

Your slick, hot cunt driving him insane, especially as you begin to move your own hips, meeting his thrust despite your shaking, exhausted body. 

“Yes, just like that.” He husks as he stares into your eyes. 

“Finnick.” You whimper as you wrap your legs around his waist, the feeling of his finger circling your clit overwhelming you once again, causing you to push against his chest “I-I can’t.” You sob but your body betrays you as you still meet his thrusts. 

“You got one more in you, baby.” Grabbing both of your wrists in one hand, he slams them over your head, pinning you down to keep you from squirming. 

“F-Finnick, please.” You whine as you struggle against his tight grip. 

He smirks at you “you’re doing so good for me.” He grunts, moaning as you squeeze around him. The look on your face driving him crazy.

You meet his thrusts as best as you can, whining and whimpering at the feeling of him thrusting into you over and over again. His cum mixed with your juices leaking out of you. His own moans adding more pleasure to your body. 

“Let go, baby, cum with me.” He rasps as he slams his lips against yours, applying pressure to your clit. 

Moaning into each other’s mouths, your back arching in pleasure as your muscles tighten. Your cunt clenching his cock, the motion causes him to let go of your wrist, instead he grips your waist tightly. Clinging to you as his hips stutter, with one powerful thrust he comes inside you, coating your walls with his cum. 

You wrap your arms around his neck, holding onto him as you continue kissing each other as your movements still. He collapses on top of you. 

His lips move slowly and soft against yours now, his touch careful as he strokes your hips gently.

Pulling away from each other, he leans his forehead against yours “you alright, my love?”

“Yes, Finn.” You whisper, a smile tugging at your lips as you peck his lips once again. 

He smiles at you, stroking your cheek with his thumb, his gaze turns serious “I won’t let anyone take you from me, (y/n), you’re mine.” 

You furrow your brows. The look in his eyes a mix between possessiveness and fear- fear of losing you. 

As if he would ever lose you. He’s all you want, the one and only man for you. 

“I’m yours and you’re mine, forever, Finnick.” 

His heart flutters in his chest, his eyes soften “I like the sound of that, I’m all yours sweetheart and you’re all mine.”

You smile at him, the smile that leaves him feeling all soft. He loves you so much. 

“God, I’m so in love with you.” He whispers.

“I’m in love with you too.” 

Leaning in, he kisses you again. Soft and sweet.

For the rest of the night, he treats you gently. Caressing and stroking your skin gently, pressing kisses all over your body. 

Reminding you of how much he loves you. 

-

The last night was still fresh on your mind as your thoughts kept drifting back to how Finnick made you feel. How he tied you up with his rope and continuously fucked you with his-

“(Y/n)?” Katniss pulls you out of your thoughts. 

“Hmm?” 

“Are you okay?” She asks. Bringing unwanted attention to you as everyone at your table looks your way. 

Blushing, you grip Finnick’s hand tightly that is resting in your lap. 

“Yes, I’m okay.” You smile. 

“You sure sweetheart? You seem a bit out of it today.” Haymitch says as he stares at you, Effy who sits next to him, who nods at his words as she looks at you in concern. 

Finnick smirks to himself as your grip on his hands tightens even more. He knows exactly what you’re thinking about. He can’t stop thinking about it either. 

Gale who sits across from you, stares at you intently, which Finnick notices of course but unlike yesterday, he doesn't get angry or mad instead he smiles smugly especially as you tug your hair behind your ear, accidentally revealing all the hickeys on your neck that both Haymitch and Gale notice right away. 

Haymitch begins to chuckle while Gale takes in a sharp breath, clenching his hands into a fists as he leans back. Effie gasps as she covers her mouth with her hands, dramatically. Under different circumstances you would have laughed at her reaction but your eyes widen as you realize, you just revealed Finnick’s love bites.

“What happened to your neck, (y/n)?” Haymitch laughs, getting Katniss’s attention as well now as she leans over your shoulder to inspect your neck only to start smirking at you. 

“Uh I- n-nothing.” You mumble as you move your hair back, glancing at Finnick who smirks at you teasingly. 

Your eye roll causes him to chuckle. Putting his arm around you, he pulls you into him, kissing your temple sweetly before he gets the attention off you by changing the topic but not before smirking at Gale once again, who after what he just saw, lost his appetite. 

And as he looks down on you, he smiles, your eyes are on him, only him. 

In this moment he realizes that he has nothing to worry about. No one will take you from him, no one will ever get in between the two of you cause all you see is him and all he sees is you.

You’re perfect for each other.

Your love is unlike anything else in this world.

And it keeps getting stronger. 

Every single day.

-

[black-dhalias]

Blunt Force

Platonic!Finnick Odair X Reader

Peeta Mellark X Reader

Warnings: Language, brief descriptions of human trafficking, sexual themes

You won at fourteen, the youngest female to ever win, tied for the youngest ever with Finnick Odair. A District Two prodigy—a Capitol favorite and one of Snow’s favorites to pass around. Male victors rarely ever reached that level of appeal, but Finnick did… That’s what made Snow so malicious, so evil to you—a package deal is what he would call it.

Maybe you were too bitter about the whole thing, too stuck in the past, but being bitter is allowed in such circumstances. You breathe in deeply, a frigid District two wind burns your cheeks a harsh red. The furs of your jacket doing little to protect—you hear the distant cheers of the people. So much value put into the Hunger Games by District Two citizens, that even when Two doesn’t win—they cheer for the arriving Victors. They chant for victory, but you only remember the faces of Cato and Clove… You trained them. Helped raise them in the center. But it was rarely ever enough to keep them alive, but 74th Annual Victory Tour is upon you.

Everything is for survival, so its not like you can blame Katniss and Peeta. The star crossed lovers, not that you really believe that pathetic story got a second. Its all a performance in the games. Just like you killing your allies during the day, when you easily could have mercy killed them at night when they left you to watch by yourself. Just like you, they did everything to survive.

“Ms. Y/L/N… When I say jump, you will jump. When I say kill them… You kill them. When I tell you to fuck someone, you fuck them. You may not have a family, but Ms. Y/L/N, your certainly care for people.”

“I don’t have anyone.”

“Keep saying that and I’ll show you the price of lying to me.”

That was the day you learned your place in Panem, it made it impossible to forget. You would have to do anything to survive, do anyone—all at the beck and whim of a temperamental President. But he controlled you, and your body—he kept a tight grip. Your life comes in flashes, colors and shades—bright lights. It all happened so fast. You get dressed. You get to the party. You drink until your cheeks are warm, and then you see the boy from Twelve.

“Peeta Mellark.” Your lips still taste of spirits, as you smile at him—maybe he saw you first. Maybe he was curious. Or maybe he saw you staring, but you take his outstretched hand with a grin.

“Y/N Y/L/N.” He probably knows your name, most of Panem knows of your famed victory as you raise a brow, grinning more vibrantly. “Tell me Peeta Mellark… Would you like a drink?”

It didn’t start out as flirting, but now as he pins you to a wall—you begin to think that you might have flirted a bit. Might have thought he had a nice smile. Might have let those blue eyes entice you a little too close to the sun.

What do you care though? You like the way his lips taste—like red wine with a texture as soft as cotton. Sloppy kisses. Aggressive touches, needy—your back against the wall and fingers in his hair. All in flashes as you pull his ear to your lips, “Tell me what you want?”

“Bite me.” You oblige, his moans pushing you over the edge. And before you know it, your locked in an office in the Justice Building with your clothes on the floor.

You don’t see him again until the Victor’s parade, the 75th Hunger Games nearly underway. Clad in the skimpy armor, not much has changed in the way they dress you—just more skin as you grew up. Now they have more to work with than they did when you were fourteen. The same stylist. The same mentor. Different district partner. Brutus—probably your closest friend of the Victor’s, since he is your neighbor.

You were so angry when you got back from your Games—couldn’t understand why you woke up screaming, when all you ever wanted was to win. So why did you feel so haunted? But Brutus helped, he made you sane. Or more sane.

You see Finnick—someone you’ve had to stand naked in a room with. Sold and bartered for, but at least you had each other.

“Are you okay?” You ask, not trying to draw attention to you.

“Don’t let him kiss me again.”

“I‘ll try, Finnick.” You can take it, that’s what you tell yourself every second. He’s a couple years older, four years to be exact. Stuck in this nightmare longer, forced longer; and some days, you need him to take it. This party has been hard though, roughly ten people and all of them want a taste. Just sixteen and twenty… Kids… But you’re already pawns, and have been from the moment they announced your names as Victors.

You slip off the sheer robe and immediately met with a round of praise, just enough of a distraction. Just to take the attention away from Finnick. Let them look.

Johanna is there too—in the typical District Seven tree get up. You won’t hear the end of her antics, so you stay away, but naturally you gravitate towards Peeta. Your last encounter stuck in your head, locked in—you wonder if he thinks about you too.

“Hey Pretty Boy, miss me?” He smiles more innocently than before, more than you remember.

“Kinda sucks, huh?” There’s an edge to his tone, but you don’t think anything of it—everyone is on edge right now.

“I was hoping for another chance with the famed Peeta Mellark.” You pause, stepping closer. “I hear you’re engaged.”

“And I heard about what you do with Odair.” You had thought his smile was kind, but it held a double meaning like a double sword. Your smile fades and your expression drops, and you’re met with the cruel reality of your decisions.

“I don’t—That really doesn’t matter.”

“If you do it with him, and me, then I bet you do it with everyone.” Whore, that was the word Snow used the first time he partnered you with Finnick.

It echoes; however, what can you do? You go numb, then you harden and walk away. A heart of stone is the only way to survive the things you have done, and gone through. Standing in the chariot, your head held high—you tighten your jaw.

You needed someone. You always need someone, one way or another, but you actually liked Peeta. Liked how he spoke, how he made you smile, but there you go. All the hope of having someone drains away. All at once—you don’t care as much.

“Y/N… You have to smile.”

“I have no reason to smile, Brutus.”

In the arena, you stay close to Finnick—he was supposed to keep District Twelve alive, and you made it your mission to keep Finnick alive. You keep far away from Peeta though. You resent him and his judgement, because your actions kept you alive. You don’t need that from anyone.

“Y/N!” Your body pins to the rocks, digging into your skin, spilling red as your fingers blister under the pressure. Finnick is the one yelling your name you think, the knife still stuck in your side from Cashmere—round and round until you slip. Just a split second of not holding on, is enough to send you flying through the air. A salty spray blinding you as you reach wildly—but there’s nothing to grab.

Finnick… “I couldn’t do this alone… Y/N I really couldn’t, its nice to have someone who understands.” You’ll never see him marry Annie, or have a little Finnick of his own. You lose sight of him on the Cornucopia, and pray he’ll be able to hold on a little longer.

Brutus… “Y/N, you made it all okay. Like I wasn’t alone.” Maybe Brutus makes it out of this, you tried desperately to reach for anything, but there is nothing to grab.

“Immerse yourself in the moment, the Hunger Games are an honor, and you should be honored to train as a potential tribute. Next to none of you will be chosen, but a select few will bring honor and glory to District two. Prepare yourself, you will be broken down and then built up into the perfect tribute. Look around, you’re no longer friend, but instead, competitors. Fight well, earn your place in history.” You always believed the Hunger Games were righteous until you won—then it really became twisted. Because kids are just kids, until they’re not.

Peeta… “For some reason, I thought you were scary. But you’re not.” His fingers rub against your bare shoulder, brushing the skin with care. He was the first to show you love, real love—or what love could taste like. He didn’t ask anything of you, only to exist.

“I’m terrifying.”

“No you’re beautiful.”

Your head smacks against the rocks, at least that’s what it feels like because you’re not sure. The whole world, has gone black.

When Finnick feels the world stop spinning—when the rocks stop burning the palms of his hands. He launches into a search for you. “Y/N!” Bu his search is a blind one, because you don’t speak. Or yell for help. You are just gone. “Y/N!” Why isn’t anyone helping? Why—your Y/H/C hair stands out against the dark tones of the ocean. Every time Finnick blinks he is closer to you, he is huffing. Counting the seconds. Drowning kills faster than a blink. Him dragging you to the rocks.

The next time he blinks he is performing CPR, demanding you come back to him. He’s never had to perform CPR on someone that matters to him, its usually just strangers. You come back though, sputtering to life and inhaling a hard breath—one that burns your throat. Too much salt water causing burns to the inside of your cheeks and chest.

Finnick embraces you tight and you melt into your best friend, having tasted what death feels like. It was flashes and bright, and you wanted nothing to do with it. But the moment ends.

“Oh yeah… Nothing’s going on.” You look up at Peeta, getting up too fast, your footing almost sending you back to the ground. But you don’t, you are glaring at Peeta through your vision that continues to go in and out.

“You know what, maybe I am just some whore. Maybe I did what I did, to myself. Created that reputation of mine. But I did everything I did to survive. We did what we did to survive.” You sneer, your head spinning as you stumble back a step. But Finnick puts his hand on your back and keeps you upright, but you shake him off. The whole world is spinning. “And I will be damned before I let some low life from District Twelve shame me.” Then it goes black…

Finnick calling your name, your body on the rocks—his hands cupping the back of your head, fingers coated in thick blood. Your hair drenched. He feels the tears carving up his cheeks, they burn with the salt water. Peeta numb and still as your cannon echoes over the arena. One second you were here, fighting for the right to just exist without shame. The next you are gone, your best friend—your person, crying. Begging.

That’s the thing about blunt force trauma, you never know how long you’re going to last.

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.

Your death haunted Peeta, stuck with him and never seemed to get easier. He couldn’t rationalize how he treated you, or explain away the pain he caused. He partially blamed, no completely blamed himself. Maybe if he had just listened. Heard you out, you wouldn’t have stood up so quick or pushed yourself too far… Maybe you would have lasted a little longer, but you died. Just like that. There and gone.

He asked Finnick in the tunnels, if it was real—if that really happened. It was the only nightmare that wasn’t glossy, it was untouched. Just painful and blistered, that’s why it was left alone to stay there.

You took the force of Panem. Of men and women who felt entitled to your time. Of President Snow. Of judgement. Of a lot. Of Peeta… You were the victim of blunt force trauma long before it killed you, that was the worst part.

“Real…” He whispers to himself, sitting on the porch—wondering what could have been. All the what ifs. He never had a chance to get to know you, all Peeta knew was he liked you. He liked the way you carried yourself. What you stood for. He imagines he would have fallen in love with given the chance, if time would have permitted it.

That was his blunt force trauma. An injury that’ll slowly bleed him dry without there ever being a visible wound. The fact that he might have been the reason you slipped, that he might have pushed you a little too far.

[imagine-that]

I think I Wanna Marry You...

One shot #55

Summary: the Quarter Quell takes a toll on everyone, but especially on lovers...

Pairing: Finnick Odair x reader  (the reader is referred to as female for the purpose of sticking with the themes but it is not concretely finnick x female!reader)

Warnings: angst, mentions of murder, reader throws a vase so I guess violence

Finnick it’s about to start!” You shout from the sitting room anxiously, watching the symbol of the Capitol float on the screen, hugging a pillow to your chest tightly.

Ever since the fateful year his name was called on that stage, your stomach carried a knot the size of your head whenever you heard the Panem anthem, especially when the time came for the annual hellfest. Yours had once been called too, you were the victor of the games directly following Finnicks. the two of you had met in victors village and fallen in love, though no one really knew about it.

“Did I miss anything yet?” He asks, sitting down next to you and pulling you in towards him. You snuggle up to him, holding onto him for dear life. 

“Nothing yet. The reaping hasn’t started yet.” You murmur, biting at your lip. He tugs at your chin gently, pulling it up to look at him.

“Hey. It will be ok. I promise. We’ve both been called already, we’ve both been through this. They can’t do it to us again, ok?” He assures you.

“Finnick we agreed not to lie to each other. We both know that Snow never keeps a promise. Nothing is set in stone with him.” You sigh, a stray tear rolling down your face. 

“I know... I just can’t stand to see you upset.” He sighs, rubbing it away with his thumb. 

You nuzzle up close as possible to him in response, watching as president Snow starts his yearly speech. 

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is the 75th year of The Hunger Games and it was written in the charter of The Games that every 25 years, there would be a Quarter Quell to keep fresh for each new generation the memory of those who died in the uprising against The Capitol.” Snow begins, addressing the nation with a voice meant to invoke a fear like no other.

“Each Quarter Quell is distinguished by Games of a special significance. And now on this the 75th anniversary of our defeat of the rebellion, we celebrate the 3rd Quarter Quell as a reminder that even the strongest cannot overcome the power of The Capitol.” Both you and Finnick hold each other even tighter at the thinly veiled threat, staring at the screen, unable to look away.

“On this, the 3rd Quarter Quell Games, the male and female Tributes are to be reaped from the existing pool of Victors in each district.” He finally announces and you let out a loud cry, burying yourself in Finnick’s arms as he stares onward, completely taken aback by the words coming out of the snakes mouth.

Your staggered sobs continue as Snow’s voice does too. “Victors shall present themselves on Reaping Day-regardless of age, state of health or situation.” He says and both you and Finnick know that at least one of those things was an attack on at least two other past victors from district 4.

“No... no no no no NO!” You sob. “He can’t do this to us again! he can’t!” You murmur, throwing a vase off the coffee table and at the nearest wall.

Finnick holds you tighter, saying nothing at all, clearly in shock. 

“I-I can’t do it... I can’t do it again, I can’t do it if you’re there, I can’t fight these people or kill anyone again.” You cry, your lip trembling in a mix of anger and fear.

“I know. Me neither. But we will find a way! We will get through this somehow, I know it baby.” He says into your hair, stroking it soothingly. 

You knew he was hopeful for the uprising coming, you were too but there was no way it would come soon enough to save you from the arena. They were still preparing, no one was going to be ready to protect the victors and risk coming out of the shadows so soon. If they did, it would be an instant death sentence. No, you knew that at least one of you, if not both of you were fated to die in that arena this time around.

“Hey, hey, don’t go thinking about it too hard alright sweetheart? We’ll be ok, there’s still 2 other female victors from our district, you aren’t the only one.” He promises with a forced smile.

“But you are.” You whimper sadly, looking into his eyes with your glassy sad ones.

“And I will do whatever it takes to get out of there and back to you. But you have to trust me right? We both have to believe it. We will both be safe my love, no matter what, I promise.” He says soothingly, placing a delicate lasting kiss on your forehead as you nod quietly with a sigh.

“Finnick, I can’t bear the idea of going in there and killing our friends. We’ve known these people for years, they’ve lived through the absolutely traumatic games just like we have. Why is he doing this?” You ask quietly, playing with his fingers.

“Because he’s a snake. Because he’s scared and wants to gain control on the rebellion but doesn’t know how. Because he’s pure evil.” Finnick answers bitterly, staring at the Capitol symbol in spite.

The two of you lay curled up with each other quietly for a while, taking in the horror show that was just unleashed on you.

“Let’s get married. It doesn’t have to be anything public, just for us. I just want to be us, you and me forever. No games, no death, no destruction, no public stunt. Just concrete love between two people. Between us.” Finnick says suddenly, holding your hands in his own carefully.

You giggle in disbelief, glancing up to see his expression, only to find he is dead serious. 

“You’re serious? Not public, not a play for the games... just us?” You say hopefully and he nods with a smile, beaming at your soft voice. “Ok, let’s do it. Let’s get married. Before the reaping, before anymore of this chaos.” You agree, giggling louder as he grins in the small victory, pulling you tightly to him and hugging you tightly from behind.

“Right now?” You ask, grinning gleefully at him as he nods, the smile on his own face growing.

“And when we both survive this, because we will, we’ll have such a fabulous party even the Capitol will be jealous. We deserve it honey.” He promises, kissing your knuckle.

You both get up, going into his room to change. You kept most of your clothes there, rarely spending time in your own house other than to check in on your family.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this. Does this make us crazy?” You ask, still smiling.

“Maybe, but there’s no shame in that.” He says and you can hear the smirk in his voice as you pull on your finest clothes. Both of you had fairly rich looking clothes, mostly meant for public appearances. Heaven forbid you ever leave a hair out of place in the eye of Panem.

Once you’re both changed, the two of you go together hand in hand to the center of the district, quickly finding someone you trusted and knew was an officiant. Weddings weren’t uncommon in the District but still, on a day such as this, every district was clouded with a certain bleakness. This made it shocking to your friend when you had told him you intended to celebrate your love for each other in the face of such imminent danger. Still, he agreed and walked with you down by the water, where the two of you were joined in marriage.

There was no other people around really and it wasn’t the warmest of days but neither of you would’ve had it any other way than being with the person you most loved in the place you both so loved, feet wading in the water as you shared your first kiss as a married couple.

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Reaping day...

The love celebrations had ensued for a few days but as reaping day approached, your glee slowly faded into fear and anxiety. Finally it was there and you couldn’t help but be relieved it was finally going to be over with, despite knowing it was only the beginning.

Your districts name puller was much less flamboyant than some such as Effie Trinket, often opting to wear minimal makeup though it was still bright. She also chose to wear more muted, pastel colours. The one similarity was the ridiculous wig resting on her head, a vibrant shade of blue, probably to represent the water for District 4. 

‘How clever’ you thought to yourself sarcastically, more bitter now than you had been when the announcement was first made.

“Ladies and Gentlemen of District 4 it is my great pleasure to choose your tributes for this years very special Hunger Games.” She announces in her own over the top Capitol accent. 

“We will start with the gentlemen.” She states and really you’re more surprised than anything else.

You watch her anticlimactic pull from the bowl, watching the single slip that would ruin your life for good get plucked up and read out loud.

“Finnick Odair.” It reads, as expected but that doesn’t stop tears from streaming down your cheeks, watching sadly as he walks up to the stage, calm and masked as possible, avoiding your eyes.

You had both decided it would be best to act more stoic and not give the cameras the satisfaction of seeing you get emotional over each other. You refused to truly give into their hunger for a romance to shake things up, opting to be less entertainment skits for them and more for each other.

“And now for the ladies, how exciting!!” The chirpy woman trills and you have to disagree.

“Annie Cresta!” She announces and you turn a sympathetic glance to the redhead next to you. She has clear tears in her eyes as she starts to messily cry, making her way to the stage. You want so badly to volunteer, to stop her flow of tears and save the poor mad girl from the cruel fate awaiting her but you had promised Finnick if your name wasn’t called, you wouldn’t do anything selfless. And the two of you never broke your promises.

Still, Annie was a sweet girl, you knew this. The games had messed up her head more than they had anyone else's. Her name even being in the draw at all hardly seemed fair but neither did anything the Capitol did. 

Annie begrudgingly climbed the stairs to stand beside Finnick but then came along Mags, who was almost too selfless for her own good. She quickly volunteered for the girl, who fell into a heap of sobs of gratitude, tightly hugging the older woman with affection. Mags’ smile alone made you want to volunteer on the spot but you resisted that urge.

The woman on the stage announced the volunteer and you tuned out the rest of her speech, choosing to instead stare down Finnick with love eyes until she finished. She asked for applause but to District 4′s credit, not one citizen clapped even a little. The bright woman awkwardly moved on.

You waited until the square was starting to clear a bit to fully make your way to the visitors station to say goodbye but you gasped in surprise to see Finnick with a slightly busted lip and being dragged to the train.

“Stop! Let me go, I get a goodbye for godsake!” He shouts, trying to fight out of the Peacekeeper grip but they keep pulling, unphased by his argument. When he finally catches your shocked eyes in the crowd, he fights even harder, even more desperately.

“I LOVE YOU! I WILL WIN THIS FOR YOU Y/N!” He shouts, desperately needing you to hear. You nod franticly to prove you do and he shouts a goodbye your way, followed by another I love you as he’s thrown onto the train along with Mags and the chipper Capitol announcer.

“I love you too... Goodbye Finnick.” You whisper as the train rapidly pulls away, your eyes welling with tears as it takes away your favorite person, not knowing whether it would dare to bring him back again.

[pinkandblueblurbs]

survival instincts

alpha!finnick odair x omega!reader. a/b/o au, heat, kinda fuck or die, breeding kink, outdoor sex/semi public sex??? ig??? knotting, size kink, scents, dubcon, canon divergent obvs

word count: 1.7k

You trail through the thick rainforest behind Finnick, grateful to have the confident male’s lead to follow. Sure, his confidence airs on the side of arrogance more often than not, but he’s strong and he’s smart and you don’t doubt for a second that he has what it takes to survive, so you’re glad he’s on your side.

You keep up with him well, never falling far enough behind that he has to stop, and whenever he glances back to check on you he seems satisfied with your pace. That is until the beads of sweat on your face seem to double, and your vision blurs, and your feet feel heavy. You know this feeling, you think, but it can’t be that. They give omegas heat suppressants before the games, and there’s no way they failed, not the ones from the capitol. You chalk it up to dehydration.

“Y/n, keep up.” Finnick says when he looks back next, seeing the greater distance between you. His brows furrow when he catches sight of you- eyelids heavy, gaze unfocused, feet dragging. He knows that look, he thinks just as you had, but it can’t be that.

“You okay?” He asks, turning and taking a few steps towards you.

“Fine.” You assure, and you realize your mouth has run dry and you feel like you’re on fire inside and out. This can’t be happening. “Just dehydrated.”

He keeps approaching until he closes the space between you, and then he instantly knows. Your scent hits him like a truck, and his eyes widen as his blood runs hot and his nostrils flare. When you glance up at him blearily he can see your blown pupils and you can see the pulsing of his temple as his body reacts to your smell.

“Fuck.” He mutters as he snaps out of his daze, mind clearing enough to realize where you both are, the severity of the situation sinking in. “Y/n, you reek of heat.” He’s grabbing your arm and the touch makes your skin tingle as if it’s about to light on fire. “Anyone could smell you. We have to move.” He sounds clipped, demanding, authoritative, and it makes you whimper.

“Alpha,” your voice is meek and shaky as he drags you through the forest, your trembling legs leaving you stumbling along after him.

“Don’t.” He grits out, trying desperately to ignore the wave of need that washes over him at the sound of the word leaving your sweet lips. He spots a cave a few yards ahead, its dark entrance obscured by overgrown vegetation and hanging ivy, and he leads you to it as quickly as he can manage.

You’re hardly aware of your changing surroundings, hardly aware of how much distance you’re covering with the blood pounding in your ears and the mantra of alpha repeating over and over in your mind. Right now your body needs one thing, and until you’re satisfied it’s all you can think about.

“Y/n, listen to me.” He says once he has you inside the hollowed out rock, his hands braced on either of your shoulders. You meet his gaze as well as you can, though his proximity only makes your heat more blindingly intense. “We need to satiate your heat, do you understand? If we don’t we can’t hide from anyone, you’re like a smoke signal to every alpha in this arena.” He sounds somewhat remorseful, but you don’t know why, considering what he’s getting at is exactly what you want.

“Yes, I understand.” You assure, fingers curling into the fabric of his bodysuit. “Please, Finnick.” He just gazes down at you for a moment, hunger swirling with doubt in his irises, and you whimper. “Alpha. Please.”

That seems to make him snap, any and all hesitation leaving his eyes as he growls and tightens his hold on your shoulders. He pulls you in and your lips are on his in a bruising, sloppy kiss, tasting one another’s saliva and feeling one another’s teeth clacking against each other. It makes you moan and only intensifies the aching pulse between your legs.

“Alpha,” you whimper into his mouth, more desperate sounds spilling from your lips as his hands unzip the thermal suit you wear and his calloused fingers trail over your newly exposed skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“Shhh, I’ve got you. I’ll make you feel better.” He rumbles, working off your clothing quickly and leaving the material to pool at your feet. His eyes hungrily explore your body as he works off his own outfit, and you take in the sight of him with similar eager appreciation. When his hard cock springs free, your mouth waters and your pussy drips with slick.

“Come here, lay down.” He pulls you over to a clear area of rock, coaxing you onto your back. You couldn’t care less about the cold, hard surface against your back or the less than sanitary conditions, all that matters is the nearing prospect of the alpha’s cock inside you.

He’s back on you in an instant, kissing your lips before moving his mouth down over your jaw and neck, nipping and sucking your blazing skin. You moan unabashedly at the feeling.

“Fuck, you taste so good, little omega.” Finnick growls, voice lower than you’ve ever heard it. “Just as good as you smell.” His warm, calloused palms move down your body, caressing your curves, and you jolt and gasp with the electric pleasure that the touch brings you. Your whole being feels alight with need, and you reach up to touch him in return, the feeling of his firm musculature beneath your fingertips grounding you somewhat.

“I need you in me. Please, please breed me.” You beg without embarrassment, far beyond shame. Finnick grins, and where it’s usually charming now it’s almost predatory.

“I can’t wait to feel your sweet pussy. I can smell how fuckin’ wet you are.” He growls, reaching down to line himself up. His cock head bumps against your sopping folds before hitting the mark, and he thrusts forward, sheathing inside you in one long, hard thrust. You cry out, hands grappling for his shoulders, nails digging into his flesh as he dives right in to a brutal pace that betrays his lack of control.

“Fuck, you feel so good. You’re so wet and tight, it’s like you’re sucking me back in. Eating my big cock right up.” He rambles lowly, the words and merciless snap of his hips making your head spin. You moan as your need is finally replaced by sheer pleasure, his large cock driving into you and hitting all the right places to have you seeing stars.

All your senses are overwhelmed by the alpha- his heady scent, his calloused touch, his toned body, his growls and grunts- and the combination of it all has you hurtling rapidly towards orgasm.

“Fuck, sugar, y’close?” He sounds strained, his voice gravelly. “You’re even fucking tighter, like you’re getting ready to milk my cock. Come on, I want you to cum for me. I wanna feel you squeezin’ me when you fall apart.” His thrusts never stop as he speaks, and as soon as the last word leaves his lips he’s leaning back down to suck on your neck.

That sends you careening over the edge, and you let out a strangled moan as powerful waves of pleasure crash over you. You’re shaking like a leaf beneath his broad form, pussy spasming around his cock so firmly that his hips stutter in their attempt to continue to rut it in and out of its vice like grip.

A steady stream of loud whimpers leave your lips as you feel the base of his cock growing, the bulbous knot prodding at your entrance with each of his thrusts.

“I’m gonna cum, honey. Get ready to take my fuckin’ knot, gonna stretch your little pussy so good.” He growls before snapping his hips forward hard. You yelp when the large base pops inside you, twinges of pain shooting through your nerves as it stretches you to your limits.

He lets out a low, long groan, and you feel warmth spread inside you as the first shots of hot seed flood your inner walls. His hips still rock ever so slightly, grinding inside you despite the lack of mobility his knot causes, and you whimper as rope after rope of cum fills your womb.

“Good girl.” Finnick grits out, tight and breathless. “Good omega.” He’s nosing along your jawline, practically collapsed atop you, and as your orgasm fades the blinding storm in your mind calms to a fog and you realize your skin no longer tingles and your insides are pleasantly warm rather than aflame. You sigh contently, and Finnick kisses your cheek.

He’s pleased when he inhales deeply and is met only with the stench of sex that fills the cave, your hormones settled enough that your scent has faded. He rises on his elbows which he braces on the ground on either side of your head, gazing down at your dreamy expression.

“You’re okay now, sugar.” He murmurs, feeling a surge of protectiveness as he looks at your vulnerable form beneath him. “Heat’s all taken care of. No one’ll find you.” You smile blearily at him.

“Thank you, alpha.” You shift a bit, whining when the movement causes his knot to tug against your entrance, and he coos, leaning back down to still your body with his own and press more kisses to your temple. You’re surprised by how soothing you find his weight on top of you.

“Easy, sweetheart. You’ve gotta let the knot go down. You get some rest while we wait, yeah? You need it. Then we’ll get moving again.”

His soft, gentle voice calms you further, and your eyes flutter closed as you nod. With his body flush to yours and his knot deep inside you feel instinctively at ease, knowing you have a strong alpha to protect you. You almost manage to forget that you’re laying on the cold, hard, rocky floor of a cave in a death arena as you drift to sleep.

[your-averagewriter]

My Masterlist:

Request rules - Requests are open!

MARVEL:

The time heist - Loki x fem!reader

The Ghost: Part 1 Part 2 - Kate Bishop x fem!reader

Work interruptions. - Shuri x fem!reader

"My golden boy." - Adam Warlock x fem!reader

"I'm not leaving you." - Peter Parker x Leo Nikolaev (oc)

"You, my darling, are definitely an exception." - Hobie Brown x fem!reader

"My little fighter." - Hobie Brown x fem!reader

Imagine the Spiderverse characters meeting Miguel's assistant - Spiderverse characters x fem!reader

"They're just teenagers." - Miguel O'Hara x fem!reader

Two Miguels. - Miguel O'Hara x fem!reader

"She's my wife." - Miguel O'Hara x fem!reader

Imagine the Spiderverse characters with a flirty reader - Spiderverse characters x fem!reader

Not-so-secret identity. - Pavitr Prabhakar x fem!reader

STAR WARS:

The two Mandalorians - Din Djarin x fem!reader

DC:

The reward - Victor Zsasz x male!reader (GOTHAM)

Arkham breakout - Jerome Valeska x fem!reader (GOTHAM)

"You saved me." - Clark Kent x fem!reader (SUPERMAN)

"I thought they killed you." - Rick Flag x fem!reader (THE SUICIDE SQUAD)

"Fuck off America's sweetheart." - Rick Flag x fem!reader (THE SUICIDE SQUAD)

"It's the only goddamn hat you're gonna get." - Robert Dubois x fem!reader (THE SUICIDE SQUAD)

Office romance - CB!Bruce Wayne x fem!reader

STRANGER THINGS:

“You’re not alone.” - Eddie Munson x gender neutral!reader

Eddie Munson headcannon - Eddie Munson x autistic gender neutral!reader

"Of course not!" - Eddie Munson x autistic fem!reader

YOUTUBERS:

"Your water gave me cancer." - Wilbur Soot x fem!reader

DISNEY:

Mi familia! - Pepa Madrigal x fem!reader (ENCANTO)

ANIME:

The Rumbling: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 - Jean Kirstein x fem!reader (ATTACK ON TITAN)

Memories of you. - Reiner Braun x fem!reader (ATTACK ON TITAN)

The aftermath - Demon Slayer x fem!reader (DEMON SLAYER)

Letters - Shironeki x fem!reader (TOKYO GHOUL)

THE HUNGER GAMES:

The Quarter Quell - Finnick Odair x fem!reader

"I will always wait for you." - Finnick Odair x fem!reader

"You look... beautiful." - Young!Haymitch Abernathy x fem!reader

Warm drinks and kisses - Sejanus Plinth x fem!reader

MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE:

"I promise" - Gerard Way x fem!reader

"Just kiss me." - Gerard Way x gender neutral!reader

My Chemical Romance MK Concert! - Short review of the MCR concert I went to

"I love you too." - Gerard Way x fem!reader

Sibling quarrels. - Kobra Kid x gender neutral!reader x Party Poison

Evening gone wrong? I wouldn’t say so: Part 1 Part 2 - Gerard Way x fem!reader

Enemies to lovers - Gerard Way x gender neutral!reader

OTHER BANDS:

“Hi baby, I miss you...” - Vic Fuentes x fem!reader (PIERCE THE VEIL)

"Smile for me, darlin'" - Josh Franceschi x fem!reader (YOU ME AT SIX)

"The Maine are f*cking here!" - John O'Callaghan x fem!reader (THE MAINE)

Follow You. - Oli Sykes x fem!reader (BRING ME THE HORIZON)

Beach proposal - Awsten Knight x fem!reader (WATERPARKS)

"Oh wait, you know me?" - Spencer Charnas x male!reader (ICE NINE KILLS)

Bad day. - Spencer Charnas x male!reader (ICE NINE KILLS)

"I wanna be yours." - Alex Turner x fem!reader (ARTIC MONKEYS)

PREY:

“I’ll rip the damn thing.” “You will not!” - Taabe x fem!reader

Don’t add insult to injury. - Taabe x fem!reader

WEDNESDAY:

Mistletoe. -  Ajax Petropolus x fem!reader

Kisses for your work. - Xavier Thorpe x fem!reader

The Snake Issue. - Xavier Thorpe x fem!reader

AVATAR:

"Breathing's harder when a pretty girl's touching your chest." - Neteyam x fem!reader

Midnight swim. - Neteyam x fem!reader

"Don't close your eyes." - Neteyam x fem!reader

Our new home - Neteyam x fem!reader

"Thank you." - Neteyam x fem!reader

HORROR MOVIES:

Wrong number...? - Ethan Landry x fem!reader (SCREAM)

"Goddamn red dress." - Stu Macher x fem!reader (SCREAM)

OTHER SHOWS AND MOVIES:

"You're gonna be the death of me." - John Luther x fem!reader (LUTHER)

"We should have a sleepover." - Ken x fem!reader (BARBIE)

"Carm, the pastries!" - Carmen Berzatto x fem!reader (THE BEAR)

"God, I missed you." - Eggsy Unwin x fem!reader (KINGSMAN)

"Hearts for a sweetheart." - Timothée Chalamet!Willy Wonka x fem!reader (WONKA)

"Only for you darlin'" - Cooper Howard (The Ghoul) x fem!reader (FALLOUT)

Lipstick kisses. - Cooper Howard (pre-apocalypse) x fem!reader

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I update this masterlist as I do more writing so keep an eye out!

Some of these are from over two years ago, the more recent ones are better quality :)

Enjoy reading!

[s1ater]

prove me wrong. finnick odair x reader

summary: finnick odair finds you weak and wants you to prove otherwise

warning/s: swearing, mentions of suicide, unedited

slater’s note: i feel like this fandom is dead and that makes me hella sad lolz (i literally watched the movies for the first time yesterday)  

the only reason you were alive.. was because of him.

when you were fourteen your name was pulled from a large glass bowl just like many others before you. you felt the whole world crash around on your shoulders as you had heard your name called and eyes settled on you, wild but filled with relief that it was you and not them.

you couldn’t breathe and you felt your heart pound against your chest so harshly, it was hard to forget. you could feel your ribs crack.

moments after, an eighteen year old boy’s name was called, someone you hadn’t known and forever wished you had never met.

today, you sat on the same train from six years ago feeling like a scared little girl, like fourteen year old you had came alive once again with the call of your name from the escort. your eyes wide with horror and dread before closing with the feeling of content at the idea that now, your time had come, and your luck had finally run out.

your ride to the capitol made you queasy as the male victor drawn from the glass bowl tired his best to talk to you, ask you of your strategy and skills, completely oblivious as to how you survived on the reliance of some other boy who wanted nothing more in life but to die.

the capitol was flooded with people in nice clothing and overdone hair and accessories filled with colors ranging from one end to the other of the color scale. it hurt your head and in return you frowned at the sight of many smiles and sounds of glee you couldn’t return.

you clenched your jaw and fists as the peace keepers pushed you through the commotion with their cold, tense hands. it made you arch away, not enjoying the touch, never enjoying the touch, especially from them.

the games had ruined all human contact for you. it made you a stranger to all those who would enter the arena, even after the first year where you were forced out to the parties and gatherings and fame that was supposed to pull you closer to past victors, but so undoubtedly failed because they all knew you weren’t a true victor.

°•

your stomach filled with knots and before you could even think, you ended up back where you were six years ago only without short hair and naive-innocent eyes that created adoration for sponsors.

you held the same brightness in your eyes now, despite all the death and traumatic moments that laced into your irises of experience—experiences that still haunted your dreams in dark clouds. dreams that more or so we’re nightmares that you attempted to push away at thought.

you had a gold dress wrapped tightly around your waist while strands of look-a-like wheat loosely twirled around your waist with a thin layer of tulle flowed over—in representation to the eleventh district. you sparkled gold specks, making you hard not to be noticed as you walked through the entrance of the arena where all the horses waited with carriages.

hard not to be noticed by him.

“for one thing, they never fail to make you the prettiest girl in the room.”

you clenched your jaw at the sound of his voice, his unmistakable sarcastic tone filled with taunt and something else that made your chest tighten even more so than it already was.

you turned around, eyes meeting finnick odair’s as he had a quirked eyebrow at you, wanting you to say something in return, but almost knew you wouldn’t. you took one look at him before sighing, knowing this would be one long experience and if the games didn't kill you, he probably would himself. 

“it’s a shame,” he mumbled, leaning slightly on the wall the two of you stood by, “you almost made it without another look from the capitol, but here they just pull you back in for more.” 

you licked the inside of your cheek, “what do you want?”

“oh nothing,” he grinned, “just making sure i catch up with the capitol’s most hated before they tear you apart out there in the arena.” 

your mind thought of the reason as to why you were the most hated, making your shoulders sink and expression become even more heavy with sorrow than before in remembrance of the male tribute you had been paired with that year; jens and the way he had sacrificed himself right before your eyes moments before you were crowned victor for that years hunger games. 

“you’re going to be the one to kill me, aren't you?” you frowned harder with hurt.

“i wouldn’t dream of it, sweetheart.”

°•

the training room was filled with many victors practicing and sporting their skills for all to see. it made your head hurt at the sight of so many finding delight in the thought of killing/hurting one another in order to please the capitol.

you swallowed harshly before rubbing the side of your face, deciding where to start first. although you weren’t exactly the capitol’s most hated victor despite finnick’s words, they all still thought so lowly of you with no strength and no skill but the ability to hide real well. 

but overtime, fueled with the anger of people thinking so low of you, and anger that you were actually so undeserving of the victor stand point, you had trained yourself to something your fourteen year-old-self wasn’t. 

“wanna spar?” johanna grinned to you as she came up from behind you holding two swords tightly in her grip. “i promise i won’t hurt you too bad.”

“you sure,” you quirked a brow, taking a hold of the metal material she held out to you before taking a few steps back for some distance. “i don’t wanna hurt you.”

she rolled her eyes, also taking a few steps back, allowing silence and focus to cloud her vision before launching herself at you. she swung her sword causing you to lean backwards, almost falling to your ass from how low she swung. 

you swung back, catching her sword causing a loud metal on metal sound to echo throughout the large room. swing after swing you had proved yourself to not be the girl you were all those years ago that people had watched from their screens with worry and even anger with how easy you got away with winning all because of a boy who was smart and strong and charming and in the end, had no will to live. 

you were no longer weak. 

you had almost caught johanna’s skin many times if it weren’t for her being quicker and more experienced with combat until, finally, the tip of your blade sliced across her cheek, catching her off guard.

 she frowned and just as you were going to take another stab at her, she rolled behind you, making your swing to your side, thinking you'd once catch her off guard with how quick you reacted, but to your failure, you had caught finnick just barely at the tip of his nose. 

you swallowed harshly, taken aback, and after he swallowed his own slight shock, he tipped the blade away from his face with two fingers, smirking, “careful there, sweetheart.” 

you dropped your weapon, clenching your jaw. 

“wouldn’t want to kill the most charming person in the capitol,” johanna rolled her eyes, speaking in a rather low and annoyed tone as she dropped and rolled her shoulders from how tense they felt. “of course, your gonna end up deserving it if you keep getting in the way, finnick,” she bumped shoulders with him before taking ahold of your own sword, walking away.

“you sure know how to fight, girl wonder. where was that at your first games?”

“shut up,” you glared at him, rolling your shoulders, now feeling fired up. 

his eyebrows raised, slightly surprised at your words, “finally standing up for yourself? what happened to you in those six years?”

“just decided i’m done letting people like you shitting on me for something i couldn’t control,” you spat, feeding into his taunt. 

“you let that boy die for you,” he leaned in forward rather fast, catching you off guard with how close his face was to yours. “you let that boy die for you even though you knew you very well you didn’t deserve to win. you’re weak, you always have been, always will be.”

“i was fourteen,” you pushed on, hurt by his words and now completely set off. “he killed himself before i could even process what had happened. you think i wanted to be victor? you think i even wanted to be drawn from that stupid glass bowl in the first place? i wanted to be dead the moment they drew my name.” 

your voice came out fast and choppy filled with anger and offense as you couldn’t even process what nerve he had to call you the things he did, “i am not weak. you know why? because i have put up with people like you for six fucking years. i am not weak.”

“prove me wrong then,” he swiftly gripped your chin, tightly, raising his eyebrows daring you to do something. “prove. me. wrong.”

you jerked your head away from him, glaring at him, not knowing what to do but walk away with your fist tightly gripped, thinking of how you’d have to kill him if you wanted to prove his words wrong. 

°•

you were completely knocked out from the strobe of lightening that flew through katniss’ bow before electrocuting the whole arena. you hadn’t known whether if you were dead the minute you had hit the base of a tree but you figured you were with not being able to move or think or even open your eyes. 

that was until everything in your body so suddenly ached and you were very much aware that you were alive from the pounding headache taking over your mind and your body pressed against the cold metal floor of a jet. 

the jet that whisked away dead bodies. 

you pushed yourself from the floor, groaning and keeping your eyes shut tightly due to the bright fluorescent lights stabbing your sight and increasing your throbbing headache. it was then the questions flooded in. 

what happened? 

why were you on the jet?

was this a dream?

where was finnick?

finnick, the boy you had came to rely on progressively through the short amount of time you had all spent in the games. he had saved you many times and even when you had tried your best to stay as far away from him as you could, wanting nothing to do with him and his taunting till you finally gave in once he had saved you from the hurling axe that had been coming your way from one of the district one victors, tackling you into the water, just barely missing the very sharp blade by an inch. 

you were in a small room before opening the surprisingly unlocked glass door out into a large main hallway, where voices echoed and touched the walls gently. you slowly wandered before reaching fogged doors that prevented you from seeing who hid behind before you heard his voice. 

“i don’t know if she’s ready or not.”

you slowly pulled the knife your had hid in beneath your belt and shirt at hand, holding it tightly as you continued to listen carefully. 

“what do you mean ‘you don’t know’,” another voice spoke lowly and rather irritated. 

“she’s hard to read,” finnick mumbled, “she isn’t exactly an open book, ready to tell me every secret she has.”

“i thought that’s who you were, mister ‘i know everyone’s secrets-”

“what’s going on?” you passed through the doors, taken aback the moment you saw and realized who was all in the room, haymitch and the game keeper and finnick like you had guessed. “why am i here?”

“y/n.” you gripped the knife tightly behind your back as you looked between the men, analyzing each of them fully before you landed on finnick who was leaned against the other end of the large table across from you, staring at you with an unfamiliar look that caused your chest to filled with an unfamiliar feeling.

“what’s happening?” 

“you might want to sit down for this, sweetheart,” haymitch took a step towards you with his hands ready to grasp you, and out of panic you lifted your knife, pointed closely to his chest making his arms go up in surrender. “i’m not gonna hurt you.”

“how do i know that?” “y/n,” finnick had his arms raised as well, rounding the table to join haymitch’s side. “y/n, it’s over.”

“what’s over?” you still had your knife pointed, “why am i here?”

“the games are over,” the gamemnaker mumbled from the table, watching the scene unfold, “you don’t have to be scared.” you looked between the man anxiously before the weapon was ripped from your gripped making you yelp in surprise. you suddenly felt cornered as you watched haymitch hand the knife to finnick who set it down on the table. 

“you're going to kill me now, aren’t you?” you frowned hard with your back pressed against the wall, fear and doubts beginning too creep in on you.  “i wouldn’t dream of it, sweetheart,” finnick smiled lightly, “you proved yourself.” 

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[imagines-fandom]

I'll be back- Finnick x reader

Summary- Finnick and his SO say goodbye to each other before he leaves for the Quarter Quell

Pairings- Finnick x GN!reader

Warnings-none?

Suggestion from @badrepwonder

Ladies and gentlemen, this is the 75th year of The Hunger Games. And it was written in the charter of The Games that every 25 years, there would be a Quarter Quell to keep fresh for each generation, the memory of those who died in the uprising against The Capitol. Each Quarter Quell is distinguished by Games of a special significance. And now on this the 75th anniversary of our defeat of the rebellion, we celebrate the 3rd Quarter Quell.” The crowd loudly filled the background. The president looked down at the small paper in his hands. “As a reminder that even the strongest cannot overcome the power of The Capitol. In this, the 3rd Quarter Quell Games, the male and female Tributes are to be reaped from the existing pool of Victors in each district. Victors should present themselves on reaping day, regardless of age, state of health, or situation.

The horrid day finally came. Everyone from District 4 gathered at the Hall of Justice. All of the Victors stood onstage. Men on one side, women on the other. I watched as my fiancé, Finnick, scanned the crowd for me. When our eyes locked, he winked with a small smirk on his lips. Even at a time like this he found a way to be flirty. It was kind of his way of masking his fears.

I mean who knows, maybe he won’t even be reaped. We could have nothing to worry about. We could still have the beautiful wedding we both intended to have in a few weeks. The ceremony started just as every reaping did. The opening video felt different this time around. I dreaded for it to end. “As usual, ladies first,” the announcer said in an obnoxiously cheery voice.

She swirled her hand around the glass fishbowl. “Annie Cresta,” a scream erupted from the redhead's mouth. My heart broke for her. That poor girl couldn’t handle going to the arena again. Mags, Finnick’s mentor, motioned for herself. She just volunteered for Annie. Finnick and I shared the same sad surprised look.

She practically raised Finnick. I looked at the ground to avoid tearing up. Someone had to help her over to her spot. She was far too old and arthritis ridden to do it alone. “Now for the gentlemen,” the announcer walked to the fishbowl to the left of her. I wanted to open my eyes and have all of this be one big dream. “Finnick Odair,” the announcer read into the microphone.

I felt the urge to vomit. The floor began to sway beneath me. Finnick was going back into the arena. When I looked up, he didn’t have a nervous look on his face. He was smiling and waving at the cameras as he stepped up. He was so good at hiding his emotions for the camera. I knew inside, he was screaming.

I suddenly felt like we were 14 years old again. I was down here and he was up there. I would have to watch the parade, the interview, him in the arena nearly losing his life. All while I was here, in the district, waiting for him. I was going to have 3 minutes to say goodbye to him. The rest of the ceremony was a blur. I wanted to get to Finnick as fast as possible.

I wanted to have every second I could with him. I sprinted into Justice Hall to find his room. He was standing by the window when I walked in. I nearly knocked him over when I ran to him. None of us said anything for a minute. We stood there, taking each other in. Tears pricked my eyes as we stood there.

I buried my face deeper into his chest. I didn’t want him to know I was crying.

“I’ve done it before, you know.”

“I know. I’m not worried.”

“If only that were true.”

“How can I not worry? The love of my life is going into the arena yet again.”

“I’ll be back yet again. I’m not dying until I marry you, remember?”

“Yes, I remember.” I looked up into his sea-green eyes.

I seemed to have fallen in love with him all over again. He wiped the stray tear coming down from my eye. I stood on my tiptoes to kiss him. I was hoping it wasn’t the last time I was getting the opportunity. If he didn’t make it, how was I supposed to make it? “Alright, times up.” A peacekeeper stood in the doorway.

I pulled away from our last possible kiss to look into his eyes.

“I love you, Finnick Odair.”

“And I love you, (Y/N) Odair.”

[thealtoduck]

Smut Alphabet: Finnick Odair

Finnick Odair x Male Reader

(A/N: The template for this was created by the talented @stefanigagrande)

(A/N 2: Sorry i haven’t posted in a while, i’ve been very busy and tired lately.)

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A= After sex (What they do after sex.)

He tends to you, checks if your feeling alright and gets you whatever you need. Sometimes he makes you food or some nice hot drink.

B= Bottom or top (Are they a top or a bottom? What are their tendencies depending on their position? Are they a dom top or a soft top? Are they submissive or a regular bottom?)

In my opinion he’s a soft vers who prefers to top. He prefers to top because he likes to make sure to give you pleasure. Early in the relationship he wouldn’t be comfortable with bottoming because of the things the capitol has forced him to do but after you gain his full trust he would be open to do it.

C= Cum (Do they like to cum inside or on you? Do they like swapping or edging or anything having to do with cum?)

He likes to cum anywhere on you or in you. He likes seeing his cum on your back, your ass, your face, your stomach… the list goes on. He also likes to cum in your ass so he can eat it out of you.

D= Dirty secret (A secret kink or a guilty pleasure they like/want to do when having sex.)

He dosen’t have any really secret kinks, he’s not shy to tell you if he wants to try something new. He does have a fantasy to go find a secluded beach so the two of you can have sex in the warm and soft sand.

E= Experience (What is their experience with sex, both male and female, and are they confident when having sex or a bit nervous?)

Because of the capitol he has a lot of experience with both men and women so he knows the ins and outs (… literally). He can be rough like an animal or soft like a big pillow. Safe to say that Finnick feels pretty confident.

F= Favorite Position (Pretty self explanatory.)

If whether he’s topping or on the rare occasion bottoming he likes the old regular missionary. When topping there are two other positions he really enjoys the first is the lotus position for when the two of you want to be more intimate. The second is the bassett hound position for when he really wants to get in there and make you feel him inside.

G= Gag Reflex (Do they have one? How many inches can they take before gagging/choking?)

He’s basically a sword swallower.

H= Hair (Focused more on their pubic hair such as is it bushy or is it clean, where do they like to grow hair? And do they groom it?)

He makes sure to keep it clean and occasionally grooms it.

I= Intimacy (How romantic are they during sex? Is it vanilla or is it kinky and fast?)

Finnick is probably at his most intimate during sex and loves the closeness between the two of you.

J= Jerking off (Do they masturbate? To what? How long do they last and when do they do it?)

I don’t see Finnick jerking off often, to him sexual pleasure just isn’t as worth it if the person he loves isn’t the one he’s with.

K= Kinks (Kinks and fetishes they have, both extreme and regular kinks will be listed)

He’s really not that kinky of a person, but he does have a few small kinks. He likes it when you play with his nipples or he plays with yours and sometimes he likes getting some praise for his body or how good he’s fucking you and how big his cock is

L= Lube (Do they use lube? What kind of lubrication? Do they like it rough and dry?)

He definetely uses lube, since he wants to ease your pain during penetration. But sometimes when he wants to get a little more rough he goes raw with your consent of course.

M= Messy (How messy and destructive are they during sex? Who cleans up etc…)

Regularly he’s usually pretty calm but honestly he can be whatever you want him to be during that specific session depending on how horny he is.

N= NO! (What is something they would never do, what turns them off and why?)

He dosen’t like bloodplay, ropes or anything in that kind of area mostly because of trauma relating to the games, it just makes him unconfortable. Depending on if your a tribute or not you might have a similar experience.

O= Oral (What are their oral tendencies? Do they like to give or receive? Where do they like to do oral? Nipples? Ass? Cock?)

Finnick loves rimming, he loves rimming you and he loves when you rim him. Like stated before he also loves when you play with each other nipples. He also loves some good blowjobs and fingering.

P= Place (Where are their favorite places to have sex? Are they into public sex? or only like it in the bedroom?)

Privacy is important to Finnick because of the capitol treatment of him so he prefers to keep it inside of your home. But everywhere inside the home is good enough for him, the washing machine works just as well as the bed.

Q= Quickie (Do they like to do quickies? If yes, then where do they like to do it? In bed? In public?)

Finnick is not a big fan of quickies.

R= Risk (How far will they go when it comes to experimenting? Do they like the risk of being caught?)

When it comes to exeperimenting with new positions and stuff like that he’s all for it. Though he’s not a big fan of risking being caught.

S= Sext/Dirty talk (How good is their dirty talk? Do they like to dirty talk during sex? Or keep it to moans and grunts?)

Finnick knows his dirty talk and he knows how to use it. He’ll use it on occasion if your feeling extra naughty.

T= Toys (What materials do they like to use during sex? How do they use it? Who do they use the toys for etc…)

Finnick has decided that anything a toy can do he or you can do better so he dosen’t use them.

U= Unfair (Do they like to tease you? Or themselves? How do they tease you? And what is their limit?)

If your being a bit needy he might tease you a bit just to see how horny you can get but he never takes it too far because eventually he gets really horny too.

V= Volume (How loud are they during sex? What kind of sounds do they make? Do they change sounds when they’re near their climax?)

Finnick’s not really loud, if he’s not talking dirty to you he’s usually praising you or moaning from ecstacy

W= Wild Card (A crazy sex story between the two of you that stands out to your other times)

One time when you were going at it very hard doggy style he accidentally knocked your face into the wall with one of his thrusts. After that he was very apolegetic.

X= X-ray (How big is their cock? How is their body in general? Do they have a big ass? Are they a grower or a shower etc…)

Both Finnick’s cock and ass were sculpted by the gods themselves and they weren’t playing. He’s really hung like a horse.

Y= Yep (What can’t they resist, what makes them want to fuck you right on the spot?)

If you cook him a good meal he will have your ankles behind your ears while he pounds you.

Z= Zest (When do they want to have sex? Are they always horny? Or do they have to be in a certain mood?)

Finnick isn’t the horniest man in the world but he likes sex atleast two times a week, at most he likes sex one time everyday of the week (and sometimes two times a day). Honestly his horniness comes and goes.

[google1000]

The Hunger Games Masterlist

Oldest ~ Top Of Section

Youngest~ Bottom of Section

⭐️-Smut ❤️-Fluff 💔-Angst 🚫-None 💙-Incorrect Quote

🪢- Polyamorous 🍷-Alcohol🩸-Blood ☠️-Death 🤰-Pregnancy

🚺-Female Character 🚹-Male Character ⚧- Gender Neutral Character

Cato Hadley (HE’S 18+ IN ALL SMUTS)

Dating Cato Hadley Would Include… by ImaginesByMk❤️⚧

Cato x Reader by MyHungerGames🚫🤰🚺

Surprise by Plus-Size-Reader🚫⚧️

Clato Instragram AU by Million-Golden-Drachmas🚫🚺

Cato X Reader by MyHungerGames⭐️🚺

Marvel (HE’S 18+ IN ALL SMUTS)

Dating Marvel Sandford Would Include (Hunger Games) by ToppersCumSlut⭐️🚺

Can You Stay The Night by ToppersCumSlut⭐️🚺

Pre-Relationship With Marvel by JuneBerrie🚫🚺

Peeta Mellark (HE’S 18+ IN ALL SMUTS)

Lucky by PeetaPeetaPumpkinEata💔❤️🚺

Gale Hawthorne (HE’S 18+ IN ALL SMUTS)

Dating Gale Hawthorne Would Include… by GraceLovesWolves❤️⚧️

Finnick Odair

Pancakes & Promises by Dameronology❤️⚧

What Friends Do by Wife-Of-All-Dilfs⭐️🚺

Incorrect Quotes

Finnick & Annie & Peeta & Marvel & Cato & Katniss by Crashing9Against9The9Walls💙

Peeta & Katniss Incorrect Quotes by AskClato💙

Marvel & Glimmer & Cato Incorrect Quotes by AskClato💙

Y/N & Finnick Incorrect Quotes by PixiexDusts-World💙

[imaginemalereader]

requested by @mysteryaccount504: Could I request an imagine of Finnick (hunger games) cuddling in bed with his boyfriend and not letting reader out of his grip.

*A/N I had such a crush on Finnick when I first read the books and then saw Catching Fire

XXX

You woke up and felt a strong arm wrapped around your waist. You knew Finnick was awake and holding onto you. 

“Finnick?”

“Yes?”

“Are you planning to let me get up anytime soon?”

“Nope.”

You had figured as much. He was often cuddly in the mornings and you usually woke up with his arm around you and your body pulled close to his. There were certainly worse ways to wake up.

You and Finnick had started dating not long before he was in his first games. Coming back as the victor, while he of course still loved you, he was different. He had nightmares and often woke up in cold sweats. He worried he was keeping you up, but you didn’t mind. You just wanted him to feel okay. 

So, when he would wake up from one of those nightmares, you would (with permission of course) pull him close and hold each other. He felt safer being able to feel you with him, grounding him. As time went on and he started to mentally heal, he still liked holding onto you. You kept him tethered to the present.

You were never going to complain. You liked being able to feel him there. Feel that he hadn’t been pulled back to the arena.

But,when he kept you from getting breakfast, then you were inclined to complain.

“Finnick, I’m hungry.” You complained.

“Well that is rather unfortunate for you.” He teased.

“You’re so mean!” You grumbled, rolling to face him and pushing your face into his shoulder.

“Aw look at my poor little boyfriend.” Finnick’s arm slid up your back, lightly massaging you and pushing you a bit closer to him.

“Finnick stoooop.” You whined. You loved his lighthearted demeanor but when you were hungry, it was slightly less endearing. Only slightly.

“I’m sorry.” He admitted, kissing your head.

You smiled and kissed his shoulder before pulling back to look at him.

“We’re still not getting up anytime soon are we?”

“Nope.”

He gripped your waist and pressed a kiss to your nose.

“I’ll make you breakfast when I do decide you can be free.”

[inklore]

— 𝐅𝐀𝐐 ⋆ ˚｡

this blog is strictly multifandom, but that does not mean that i don’t play favorites for certain fandoms/characters. so there will most definitely be more writings for certain characters and fandoms.

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𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞…

rpf, necrophilia, incest, pregnancy, daddy/little play, age play, spitting, kitten, bimbo!reader, foot fetish, animal play, race play, watersports, underage scenarios, alpha/omega, domestic violence, kid fics, male!character x male!oc, i hate the word ‘doll’ as a pet name so i avoid it like the plague.

𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞…

smut (refer to the above list when it comes to this), fluff, age gaps, poly/threesome+, reverse harem, dubcon, noncon, yandere, toy play, cheating (to a certain degree), blood play, knife play, some bdsm, breath play, violence, gore, capture x captive, hunter/prey, praise and degradation, power imbalance, step siblings, supernatural, villainary, choking, mommy/daddy kink (to an extent).

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒.

marvel ↷

miguel o’hara, hobie brown, marc spector, thor odinson, loki laufeyson, peter parker (all variants), yelena belova, joaquin torres, doctor strange, wade wilson, carol danvers, eddie brock, scott lang, hope van dyne, kate bishop, hela, pietro maximoff, logan howlett, wanda maximoff, steve rogers, kraven, cable, druig, makkari, thena, blade

dc universe ↷

dinah lance/black canary, diana prince, clark kent, pamela isley/poison ivy, arthur curry/aquaman, harley quinn, adrian chase, pattinson!bruce wayne, edward nashton/the riddler

top gun: maverick ↷

jake 'hangman' seresin, bradley 'rooster' bradshaw, javy 'coyote' machado, mickey 'fanboy' garcia, natasha 'phoenix' trace, beau 'cyclone' simpson, reuben 'payback' fitch

star wars ↷

poe dameron, finn, kylo ren/ben solo, bo-katan kryze, din djarin, young!han solo

scream ↷

ethan landry, stu macher, billy loomis, chad meeks-martin, mindy meeks-martin, amber freeman, tara carpenter

bridgerton ↷

anthony bridgerton, colin bridgerton, benedict bridgerton, kate sharma, simon basset, phillip crane

house of the dragon ↷

ser harwin strong, daemon targaryen, aemond targaryen, rhaenyra targaryen

american horror story ↷

cordelia goode, tristan duffy, michael langdon, harry gardner, madison montgomery, kit walker, xavier plympton, ally mayfair-richards

etc shows ↷

villanelle, lip gallagher, tommy miller, carmy berzatto, luca (the bear), kate parks, daisy jones, billy dunne, warren rhodes, geralt of rivia, love quinn, max wolfe, olivia benson, roman godfrey, dream the endless, lucifer (sandman), jonathan pine, mira phillips, the salesman (squid game), hwang jun ho (squid game), kim geon-woo (bloodhounds)

movies ↷

john wick, finnick odair, peeta mellark, johanna mason, han lue, cipher, walter de ville, tangerine, dave lizewski, thomas sharpe, james conrad, neil (tenet), edward cullen, millie / molotovgirl, dante reyes, thrandull, steve kemp, charlie swan, marquis vincent de gramont, keys (free guy), akira (john wick), beverly marsh (it two), ben hanscom (it two), keith (barbarian), frank (don't worry darling)

adam driver ↷

kylo ren/ben solo, adam sackler, flip zimmerman, phillip altman, charlie barber, henry mchenry, commander mills, rick smolan, officer ronnie peterson, matt the radar technician, clyde logan, paterson, jude

oscar isaac ↷

santiago garcia, poe dameron, nathan bateman, jonathan levy, william tell, blue jones, rydel keener

pedro pascal ↷

din djarin, javier peña, frankie morales, javi gutierrez, joel miller, dieter bravo

chris evans ↷

ransom drysdale, lloyd hansen, andy barber, ari levinson, frank adler, steve rogers, jake wyler

[fangirl-writes]

Who/What I Write & Masterlists

Hi, I’m the writer here at fangirl-writes and this is a little masterpost/list for the fandoms and ships and people I write for. Some of them don’t have any content yet, but if you want to request a fic for said ship or person, feel free.

Requests Are Always Open, how fast I get to your request depends on how inspired I am by it and how much time I have in my personal life.

I write: X Readers, Poly Relationship X Readers, Ship Fics, Ot3 fics, Ot4 fics, etc. Friendship Fics, Fluff, Angst.

I WILL NOT WRITE: Smut (can get a little suggestive), Self-Harm, Suicide, Gore, Mental Illnesses (I don’t feel comfortable writing about what I don’t experience), Abuse, Dark Fics, Sexual Assault, Rape, Pedophilia

All X Readers Female Unless Otherwise Stated Or Requested.

I don’t do transgender reader because I do not feel I could do that justice, as I am not trans. Thank you!

If you don’t see a ship or character you want me to write for, shoot me an ask and I’ll let you know if I feel I can write for them or not!

Who/What I Will Write For:

MBAV: Masterlist

- No Longer Writing For This Series

Outer Banks: Masterlist (not yet)

X Readers -

Boys: John B. Routledge, JJ Maybank, Pope Hayward

Girls: Kiara Carrera, Sarah Cameron

Ships:

Jarah, JJPope, KieSarah, CleoPope, KieCleo

Maybe others if requested

Cloak and Dagger: Masterlist

- No Longer Writing For This Series

Stranger Things: Masterlist (not yet)

X Readers -

Boys: Steve Harrington, Johnathan Byers, Eddie Munson, Argyle

Girls: Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley

Ships -

Joncy, Stonathan, Stoncy, Ronance, Steddie, Jargyle, Buckingham

Mileven, Lumax, Byler, Greatwise

Teen Wolf: Masterlist (not yet)

X Readers - 

Boys: Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey, Liam Dunbar, Theo Raken

Girls: Lydia Martin, Allison Argent, Kira Yukimira, Malia Tate

Ships:

Scallison, Stydia, Sciles, Scira, Scisaac, Malira, Allydia, Thiam

Twilight: Masterlist (not yet)

NOTE: Movie or Fanon verse only because we hate Stephanie Meyer

X Readers -

Boys: Edward Cullen, Jacob Black, Jasper Hale, Emmett Cullen, Seth Clearwater, Embry Call, Quil Ateara, Jared Cameron, Paul Lahote

Girls: Bella Swan, Alice Cullen, Rosalie Hale, Leah Clearwater

Ships:

Bedward, Jella, Jalice, Rosemett, Carlesme, Blackwater, Rosella, Jaspella, Balice, Jakeward, Bellicper, Jacobelaward

Dead Poets Society: Masterlist (not yet)

X Readers - 

Neil Perry, Todd Anderson, Charlie Dalton, Knox Overstreet, Steven Meeks, Gerard Pitts

Ships:

Anderperry, Cheeks, Knarlie, Mitts, Daltonperry

The Outsiders: Masterlist (not yet)

X Reader -

Darry Curtis, Sodapop Curtis, Keith “Two-Bit” Matthews, Steve Randle, Dallas Winston

Ships:

N/A

The Breakfast Club: Masterlist (not yet)

X Readers -

John Bender, Claire Standish, Andrew “Andy” Clark, Allison Reynolds, Brian Johnson

Ships:

Any pairing between the main five or maybe a crossover ship if you’re into that.

Footloose: Masterlist (nah)

Note: Not really a fan of the remake but I’ll do it. Requests for the original are much appreciated though 🥰

X Readers -

Ren McCormack, Ariel Moore, Willard Hewitt, Rusty Rodriguez, Woody (no last name for this guy, apparently)

Ships:

Any within the canon or a crossover if you’re into that

Hunger Games: Masterlist (not yet)

X Readers -

Katniss Everdeen, Peeta Mellark, Finnick Odair, Johanna Mason, Annie Cresta

Ships:

Everlark, Gadge, Odesta, Hayffie

The Maze Runner: Masterlist (not yet)

X Readers -

Thomas, Newt, Minho, Frypan, Winston, Gally, Teresa, Brenda, Aris

Ships:

Newtmas, Thominho, Minewt, Thominewt, Brederesa

Descendants: Masterlist

- No Longer Writing For This Series

Merlin: Masterlist (not yet)

X Readers -

Merlin, Arthur Pendragon, Gwaine, Lancelot, Guinevere, Leon, Eleon, Percival, Morgana, Mordred

Ships:

Merthur, Arwen, Mergwen, Gwencelot, Morgwen, Perwaine

Julie and the Phantoms: Masterlist (not yet)

X Readers -

Julie Molina, Luke Patterson (pansexual king 👑), Reggie Peters

Male Reader or Platonic only: Alex Mercer, Willie

Ships:

Juke, Willex, Ruke, Lalex, Julie x Nick

Request others and we’ll see 

Avatar the Last Airbender: Masterlist (not yet)

X Readers -

Boys: Aang, Sokka, Zuko, Jet, Haru, Teo

Girls: Katara, Toph, Suki, Mai, Ty Lee, Azula

Ships:

Zutara, Taang, Sukka, Yukka, Mailee , Yueki, Teoaang, On jaang, Jinko, Yuetara, Yueko, Ty Luko

Maybe others if you request them

Big Hero 6: Masterlist (not yet)

X Readers:

Hiro Hamada, Tadashi Hamada, Gogo Tomago, Honey Lemon, Wasabi No-Ginger, Fred Frederickson

Ships:

Tadahoney, Gogodashi, Gogozilla (Fred x Gogo), Honeysabi, Honeyfred, Fredsabi, Honeygogo, Gogosabi

Hiro x his age appropriate love interests

Crossovers if that’s something you’re into.

5 Seconds Of Summer: Masterlist (not yet)

X Readers

Luke Hemmings, Michael Clifford, Calum Hood, Ashton Irwin

Ships: Real People. No shipping.

Queen/BoRhap: Masterlist

- No Longer Writing For This Series

Smosh: Masterlist (nope)

X Readers -

Boys: Anthony Padilla, Ian Hecox, Shayne Topp, Damien Haas, Keith Leak Jr., Noah Grossman, Chanse McCrary, Spencer Agnew

Girls: Courtney Miller, Angela Giarratana, Arasha Lalani

Ships: Real People. No shipping.

Miscellaneous:

X Readers - 

Tom Holland, Andrew Garfield, Ben Barnes, Harry Styles, Niall Horan, Timothee Chalamet, Indiana Jones, Trevor Spengler (Ghostbusters: Afterlife), Jack Frost (Rise of the Guardians), Howl Pendragon (Howl’s Moving Castle)

Maybe other actors/musicians/characters if you request them