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I Made You a Pie
Peeta Mellark x fem!reader
WC: 849
CW: Mentions of food; you and Peeta had a fight; making up; reference to r's father believing in stupid gender stereotypes; fluff
Summary: The aftermath of you and Peeta's first fight.
Day 9 of mk's mad dash
You and Peeta fought.
You couldnât wrap your head around it.Â
You and Peeta just had your first fight, and it was awful.Â
Scratch that, it is awful. You suppose the fight hasnât been resolved, seeing as youâd told Peeta you needed some air an hour ago.Â
Itâs not like youâre trying to run away from your problems.Â
Okay, maybe youâre trying to run away from them a little. But you also actually needed some time to think. To cool off. Sure, you and Peeta had a fight. But that doesnât mean you want to say anything mean or nasty just to hurt your boyfriend. Youâre a mature adult who can handle conflict well, itâs just that sometimes, you need to step away for a moment to regulate your emotions.
Probably.Â
The fresh air has done you some good. After taking a long walk through the woods, you feel calm, level headed, and reasonable. Still, your stomach is in knots as you climb the steps to Peetaâs home where youâd left him.Â
When you open the door, youâre surprised- pleasantly surprised that is. The air smells sweet- sweeter than it usually does, at least. Youâre not sure if itâs your heart or nose, probably both, that guide you towards the kitchen where you find your boyfriend hovered over the oven. At the sound of your footsteps, Peetaâs head snaps up, âHoney, youâre back. I thought you mightâve left for good,â he says with a nervous chuckle.
âSorry, I lost track of time in the woodsâŚwas trying to clear my mind.â
âDid it?â Peeta asks, âHelp clear your mind, I mean.â
âYeah, definitely. I feel much better now.â
He smiles warmly at you and you almost forget why you fought in the first place. Nosily, you crane your neck to see what new concoction he has before him.
âWhat have you been up to?â You question nonchalantly.
Peeta looks down awkwardly and scratches his neck, âOh, I, uh, made you a pie.â
You certainly melt this time, your resolve no match for your boyfriendâs tooth-rotting sweetness. You walk forward and pull him into an embrace, âthank you, sweetheart.â
âI made your favorite too,â he says, mumbling into your neck.Â
You pull away and grab his face, placing a soft kiss to his nose. Then, more seriously you add, âCan you step away for a moment so that we can talk things through?â
âYes, yeah, of course, love,â the blonde responds. He grips your hand tightly and pulls you to the kitchen table. Though youâre already sitting in the chairs right next to each other, Peeta grabs the back of your chair and pulls you closer to him, so that your knees are in between his own.Â
Youâre still overcoming your flusteredness at being so close to your boyfriend when he starts to apologize, âHoney, Iâm so sorry I-â
You reach out and put your hand on his thigh, âPeeta, sweetheart. Wait. Youâre not the one that needs to apologize first. It should be me. Iâm the one that overreacted.â
âBut-â
âPlease,â you plead, âJust let me say this first.âÂ
He nods at you to continue.
âIâm sorry for yelling at you this morning when you were just trying to be helpful. Of course I appreciate your nice gestures, and I understand that you just want to do things for me because you like to spoil me. And I love that about you. But I guess sometimes it makes me feel like Iâm incompetent. Like you donât think I can do things around the house to help- even if it is your house. Growing up, I was told I was incapable or incompetent simply because I was a girl. My father didnât believe I could do anything besides help out in the kitchen or with the laundry, and it always bothered me. I guess Iâm just sensitive about that sort of thing. And I want to be viewed as an equal.â
Peeta squeezes your hand softly, âIâm sorry that happened to you so young. I know you, sweet girl, you are capable of whatever you put your mind to, and I never intended to make you think I think otherwise. I just, never want you to have to work a day in your life if you donât want to. I only want the best for you, honey. But I can see how that can feel degrading, so Iâm sorry.â
You reach out and peck your boyfriendâs lips gently, âThank you, sweetheart. I do really love how well you take care of me. Just know, Iâm not afraid to do the dirty work. I know this isnât my place but-â
âIt might as well be,â Peeta interrupts, âYou may not live here yet, but I always think of this place as ours- the place weâll someday live as a married couple, maybe with a few kids.â
The biggest, silly grin crosses your face, âI rather like the sound of that, my sweet boy.â
âEven sweeter with the pie I made you?â
Youâre pretty sure the kiss you give him answers the question.Â
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The Water Scene in Catching Fire Defines how Peeta, Finnick, and Katniss Eat pussy.
Iâm sorry, but I believe this wholeheartedly .
Peeta Mellark is gentle, smooth, and soft. His tongue leaves trails in brushy strokes against your clit, lips wrapped around the swollen bud and suckling. He uses his fingers to slowly curl into your sweet spotâ the tips of them massage your inner walls perfectly, and he lets out tiny whimpers as he devours your cunt. He may talk, mumbling out tiny praises against your lips, blushing like a schoolgirl with a crush.
âLove your pussy, love it so much..â
âsqueezing my fingers so good, canât wait for you to squeeze my cock, baby.â
âCum, please please cum all over me⌠Iâll be a good boy!â
He eats you out anytime you ask him to, and sometimes a lot of the time when he feels like using his tongue. When he cums, heâll do it grinding himself against your leg like a desperate, whimpering puppy. <3
Finnick OâDair is wild, untamed, and sloppy. His mouth devours you as he fucks your hole with his tongue, his fingers bruising against your thighs as he laps at your cunt. Groans spill from his lips, and honestly heâs too busy tasting you to speak. But sometimes, if youâre being extra bratty, he loves to slap your thighs and pull away with his chin dripping with slick to scold you.
âDidnât I tell you to stop squirming? Keep your fucking legs open.â
âIf you yank my hair like that again, you arenât getting my mouth for a month.â
âwhatâd I tell you, huh? Donât make me have to duct tape that pretty mouth shut.â
Oh my god, he literally is always between your legs. He mostly always initiates it because he just loves your pussy so much, and you get shy when asking him. Sometimes heâll pull out his cock and jerk it sloppily between your legs and ride out his high by marking his cum all over your lips. <3
Katniss Everdeen is skilled, precise, calculated. Her mouth latches onto your pussy without a second thought, the tip of her tongue rubbing circles into your clit. She presses her fingers deep, draws out orgasm after orgasm. She doesnât care if you say itâs too much. Her mouth will move hot between your legs and sheâll make you cum over and over again until she wants to stop. She respects your boundaries, of course, but in this case you almost always ask her to push you over your limits. Sheâll tell you where to put your hands, or where to guide her when sheâs eating you so she can get it just right.
âNo, I said to put them over your head. Donât make me tell you again, okay?â
âHow many times have you came? Three? Four? Oh, thatâs cute. But youâre going to have to give me one more.â
âGrab my hair, not too hardâ just like that. Thereâs my good girl.â
She does it when you suggest, or when sheâs stressed and needs a snack distraction. When she cums, she does it by letting you return the favor. Your mouth kisses up her thighs, and you practically drool as you settle yourself between her legs <3
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beautiful mess | f. odair
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summary: finnick knows exactly how to comfort you in a moment of insecurity.
pairing: finnick odair x fem!reader
warnings: established relationship, menstruation, fluff, boyfriend!finnick being a cutie patootie, angst, mild hurt/comfort, insecurity, a little overdramatic but itâs cute idc
notes: about to get my period so this is kind of self-indulgent lmao. the number of times I rewrote this is insane. i hope i didnât disappoint <3
âYou know, I think I could pull off one of those long wizard beards,â Finnick said, admiring himself in the bathroom mirror as he shaved down the slight stubble on his jaw. âThose ones that go down to your chest? I could decorate it with little seashells and twine. Itâd look hot, donât you think?â
His playful words didnât register in your mind.
Frustrated tears threatened to spill as the hairbrush in your hand tugged harshly at the roots of your hair. Nausea was bubbling in your stomach as you stared at your reflection, feeling as though not a single human being in history had ever looked as ugly as you did right now.
âSweetheart?â
Here you were standing next to a Greek god, meanwhile, your skin was all hot and blotchy, your hair was a tangled mess, and your stomach was aching something awful. Christ, you hated being on your period.
A hard lump was lodged in your throat; you tried to swallow it, but there was no use. Warm tears had already begun to stream down your cheeks. Unable to bear the sight of yourself any longer, you turned away from the mirror. As you reached for the bathroom door handle, a sharp unexpected cramp pierced at your insides, causing your legs to buckle and collapse to the cold tiled floor.
That was the last straw. You just couldnât hold it in anymore. A disharmony of cries burst from your lips, reverberating around the small room as your shuddering body folded over itself. Curse the Fates for having you been born a girl.
Finnick, now switched to panic mode, quickly dropped to his knees before you, eyes wide and alert.
âHey, hey!â he said soothingly as his hand moved to rub your back in support, though he wasnât even sure what he was supporting.
A thousand-and-one distressing thoughts flew through his mind. Had someone died? Were you injured? Were you dying? Obviously, these ideas were a little irrational considering you were just standing next to him a second ago. But seeing the love of his life in pain and not knowing why made him fear the absolute worst.
âBaby, what happened? Whatâs wrong?â
All you could do was sob in response. You felt pathetic. Stupid, ugly, and pathetic. âHow can youââ Another sob left your lipsâ âstand to look at me?!â
You could feel his hand stop moving which, illogically, made you even more upset.
âWhat?â he asked quietly. âWhat do you mean âstand to look at youâ? Please, sweetheart. Talk to me.â
Finally, you forced yourself to sit up, revealing the tears that streaked your distraught expression. Finnickâs brows scrunched together, almost like he was in pain watching you in such a state of disarray. He tried to think of anything he mightâve done to make you feel this way because, of course, the first thing Finnick Odair would do was blame himself. But nothing came to mind.
Your heavy heart sankâhe looked so worried. A part of your brain knew you were overreacting. Justa little bit. It made you feel even more terrible, knowing he was panicked simply because you didnât like how you looked. NeverthelessâŚ.
âI look so ugly!â you cried. âMy hair is all knotted, my face is all red and gross, my stomach is cramping, andâandâŚÂ Iâm just a mess!â You buried your face in your hands. âWhy are you even with me?â
Shock was an understatement compared to what Finnick felt when those words left your mouth. Never in a million years would he believe someone like youâsomeone who looked like youâcould ever possibly be insecure about their appearance, and now, of all times.
He gently reached out and removed the hands that shielded your face. You attempted to turn away to conceal yourself in shame, in fear that if he got too close, he would discover your flaws and see you the way you saw yourself. But he caught your chin with a single finger and compelled you to meet his gaze.
Yes, your skin was a little red and your eyes were a little bloodshot, but that didnât mean you looked ugly. In fact, your rosy cheeks glowed with such radiance that the teardrops falling from your crystalline eyes looked like shimmering diamonds. Your lips, which were slightly quivering, were reddened and plumpâan alluring contrast to the hue of your skin.
Not that he would say it given the insensitivity and selfishness of admitting such a thought, but he believed you cried quite beautifully.
âBecause I donât think youâre a mess,â Finnick said softly, ironically tucking multiple disordered strands of hair behind your ear. âYouâre human, and you donât need to look or feel perfect all the time. Thatâs why youâve got meâIâll always think the most of you. And when youâre feeling this way, Iâll always remind you so too.â
You tried to allow his compassionate words to seep into your brain, tried to turn his beliefs into your own. However, the storm of emotions inside your mind was refusing to dissipate. The insecurities just wouldnât subside and Finnick could see it in your glossy eyes.
âListen to me,â he said, his thumb brushing away a tear that fell across your skin. âWaking up and seeing your gorgeous face next to mine? Thatâs what gives me the strength to get up every morning. Those imperfections youâre so adamant about? They only make me love you so much more.
I love every part of you. Every so-called flaw, every tangled strand of hair on that pretty little head of yours.â He grinned as he consolingly ran his fingers through your hair which, in his opinion, was perfectly soft and smooth. âYouâre my girl and nothing will ever make me want it any other way.â
Hearing his declaration had your heart aching in your chest. Your hand curled around his arm, needing some physical anchor to the reassuring words he spoke. There was nothing but sincerity in his voice, a sure-fire sign that he was telling the truth.
You realised you never had to worry about Finnick finding you unattractive. Though you were a little worried he was partially blind which, unfortunately, represented your own seemingly unshakeable insecurities.
âI wish I could see myself the way you do,â you whispered, voice hoarse from crying.
âI know,â he sighed. âI know, but just give it time. One day youâll look back and wonder what the hell you were thinking. I mean, you? Ugly? Sweetheart, we might need to get you some glasses.â
You sniffled, lips stretching into a wobbly smile. âYouâre an idiot.â
He lifted your hands to his lips, kissing your knuckles. âOnly for you,â he quipped in response, wearing a light-hearted smirk on his lips. âCome here.â
He opened his arms, beckoning you to seek solace in his embrace. You scooted closer, sinking into his broad chest as his arms enveloped you. Your legs were folded awkwardly beneath your body and Finnickâs back ached from the lack of support behind him, but neither of you seemed to mind.
What is love without a little suffering?
His hand stroked the length of your hair, curling random strands between his fingers in admiration. Your fingertips danced across his tanned skin, amorously tracing the words âI love youâ over and over. You werenât sure if he even noticed; it didnât really matter. The sentiment remained true.
You listened to his heart beating centimetres from your ear. Thump. Thump. Thump. And you were grateful it beat for you. You were so, so grateful for Finnick. For his strong arms that soothed you in their embrace. For his lips that released a swarm of butterflies in your stomach with just a quirk of their corners. For his voice that could lift you from the deepest, darkest pit at any given moment.
So, when you whispered, âThank you,â it was much more than a show of appreciation for his words of reassurance. It was gratitude for his existence. His entire being. For his love which echoed your own.
âAlways,â he whispered in return.
Time began to pass but you remained in the same positionâholding each other closely, dearly. And then as more minutes passed, rationality began to set in. You were thinking about apologising for your dramatics, but Finnick had other ideas.
âWait, did you say your stomachâs cramping?â he asked suddenly. You simply nodded. âAre you on your period?â
Your head turned to bury your face against his chest in embarrassment. âYes,â your voice muffled into his shirt.
Finnick grinned to himself. He didnât want to play the stereotype card but knowing that detail helped him understand your actions a little better now.
âWell,â he began, gently coaxing you away from his chest so he could look into your eyes. âHow about you come sit with me in the kitchen, hm?â He caressed the line of your cheekbone as he spoke. âIâll cook you some pancakes and then we can both melt into the couch all day. Does that sound good?â
You pretended to think about it for a moment, the hint of a smile tugging at your lips. âChocolate chip pancakes?â
He made some noise between a chuckle and a scoff. âOf course. Anything else would be a culinary tragedy.â
âOh, Finnick Odair,â you proclaimed theatrically, winding your arms around his neck as you pulled yourself further against him. âHow I love you so.â
In response, his face lit up with a stupidly lovesick grin. This man will be the absolute death of me, you silently swore. You couldnât help but lean in and press a soft endearing kiss to each dimple that hollowed his cheeks; doing so only made his smile stretch impossibly wider.
The touch of his deft fingertips settled on the sides of your cheeks, holding your face in his hands like it was his most prized possessionâtechnically, you were. His smile never disappeared as he leaned forward, kissing you with such ardent affection that you were afraid your heart might give out from the consuming potency of his adoration.
It tasted like salt, your tears having now dried on your lips. More importantly, it tasted like love. Warm, sweet, syrupy love.
You pulled away, murmuring against his lips, âYou would look hot with a wizard beard, by the way."
He chuckled lightly, sustaining the five-second break before returning to your lips to whisper the words, âI knew it.â
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i would never talk back. dinner would always be ready and served. the house would be spotless. as many kids as he wants.
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peeta mellark !!!! who loves all your insecurities likes itâs breathing <3 and who worships the ground you walk on because youâre his sun!!
peeta who loves your stretch marks even if you donât. heâll run his hands over the soft ridges, up and down, over and over. heâll kiss the ones on your hips when heâs feeling lovesick (which is always) and he likes how you shudder under his mouth, say his name all breathless while you bury your hands in his hair.
peeta who doesnât care if you donât shave, it couldnât bother him less. and if you do want smooth skin, heâll offer to do it for you, claiming, âIâm an expert, sweetheart. câmon, can I please?â you never say no, you canât. heâs unbelievably careful and kisses your knees when heâs done.
peeta who loves your tummy and your thighs!! heâs always got a big warm hand on your thigh, or one under your shirt, kneading your stomach. theyâre kind of his favourite parts of you. the parts he can squeeze all his love into. his favourite thing ever is when you wear a big t-shirt to bed so he has easy access to your thighs and tummy <3 better if itâs his t-shirt, of course.
peeta who braids your hair back for you before you sleep, no matter how tired he is. you sit on a cushion on the floor while he sits on the bed, fingers gentle as they card through your hair. sometimes youâll fall asleep against his knee. he never has the heart to wake you up, so he lifts you into bed himself. you wake for a handful of seconds, enough to murmur a sweet, âthank you, pete.â he kisses your forehead, his way of saying youâre welcome.
peeta who takes your face in his hands when you cry, endlessly gentle. he swipes at your hot tears with his thumbs and curls his fingers behind your ears. âdid you know youâre pretty even when you cry?â heâll say. âhow do you do that, hm?â
peeta whose love is hot like stars and infinite. heâll go to the moon and back for you and heâs not afraid to let you know that <333
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â HUNGER GAMES
a/n: look at my cute lil smiley fin đ god i love hunger games so much you donât understand itâs my comfort movies and finn is my comfort character â¤ď¸
RED MARKED STORIES HAVE DARK THEMES. READ WARNINGS PLEASE.
FINNICK ODAIR
â want and desire (req) dark themes
â summary: youâd thought youâd escaped the capitol, and to some extent, him, the ever so sweet and charming finnick odair. but apparently your fate had been signed, as it seemed you couldnât get away from him, no matter how hard you tried.
â spring cleaning (blurb req)
â summary: finnick finally decides to clean out the garage with your help after you asking him forever.
â victors spoils
â summary: a victor should be celebrated! a victor should get what ever they wish, even if itâs a sweet capitol girl who misplaced her kindness in someone who was in desperate need of reprieve and distraction.
â lonely waters
â summary: even if you resided in the fishing district you only ever got close to the water for swimming late at night. it was your favourite time of the day, but it leaves you open and vulnerable to predators and people, the water wonât save you.. silly girl, donât you remember? finnick odairs a champion swimmer.
â my people ft annie cresta
â summary: youâd been hired to help keep annieâs home clean and to keep her company. what you didnât expect was to fall in love with her. and to find out that she was with finnick, and annie doesnât want to let either of you go. but youâve found your people, and you couldnât be happier.
â miss officer
â summary: youâre tasked with training finnick odair for war and to fight in the captiol. only problem? heâs completely enamoured with you.
â breakups and makeups
â summary: you and finnick used to date, but it took a nasty turn when you heard rumours of his dalliances. but now the two of you reunite apart of the same alliance. will you make up or break up? again?
â damage control & lifeline (anon blurb)
â summary: finnick and his mentor getting into a fake relationship for damage control after peeta and katnissâ stunt at the 74th games + finnick saving his stylist from execution by proposing marriage.
â unrequited (anon blurb, implied smut)
â summary: youâd divulged one to many secrets to your favourite victor and he wasnât afraid of using them against you. karmas a bitch!
â oh baby! (smut)
â summary: finnick found you to be as cute as ever. but you arenât exactly the smartest in the room according to him. luckily, finnicks more than happy to help his sweet baby succeed, and he will not let you forget him.
â capitol girl (req blurb)
â summary: finnick loves his favourite victor.
â love you best part two (req, smut)
â summary: your boyfriend doesnât exactly like you around other men without him.
CORIOLANUS SNOW
â trapped
â summary: after the 10th hunger games, coriolanus set his sights on a girl from his younger years to be his wife. disgusted by his actions and scared by the rumours your family agreed. as you realise he wasnât the same boy from before, snow finds himself intrigued, especially when you seem to be visiting a friends house too often.
â delicate*
â summary: coriolanus had to marry. lucky for him one of the most eligible girls of the capitol was up for grabs. only problem? he hoped his cold exterior would keep her away but nothing broke her sweet spirit. what happens when he finds himself being drawn to her light? and how far was he willing to go to keep it untainted and all to himself?
â ravage delicate pt 2
â summary: heâd won the election, much to your elation. now youâd have to navigate the fame, fortune and status as the first lady of panem. but coriolanus just wanted you all to himself, and heâd do anything to scare you into his arms.
â safe and sound ft lucy gray baird
â summary: somehow youâd ended up in the games, snow and lucy would do anything to keep you safe.
â worth it
summary: coriolanus made the mistake of protecting lucy gray during the bombing, rather than you.
â runaway
summary: youâd always considered coriolanus to be a friend of yours. family even. but after sejanusâs death you find him to be off. heâs keeping something from your family and youâve run out of time to get as far away as you can.
â our little dove ft lucy gray baird
â summary: you reunite with your dear songbird after the games, but it seems the capitol has followed her home, and taken an interest in the two of you.
â our little dove alt ending
â summary: you reunite with your dear songbird after the games, but it seems the capitol has followed her home, and taken an interest in the two of you.
â late to the party
â summary: after corio was sent away to district 12, your managed to come to terms with the fact that he did not love you by any means. but what happens when he realises he liked that affection? and what happens when youâre already in a relationship?
â brown jewel (req)
â summary: he was a lifeline and youâd grabbed on in hopes to avoid the reaping, but you were coriolanusâ obsession and he was not going to let you go.
â temper tantrum (req)
â summary: you were the daughter of one of the richest couples of panem. everything youâve ever wanted, handed to you. coriolanus had a short temper and you were stubborn. who knows what could happen?
â mr president (req)
â summary: mr president seems to be especially enamoured with his favourite maid, you.
â all grown up (smut)
â summary: you were always tigris's annoying rich friend to coriolanus, but once he returns from 12 you seem to be irresistible, not only to him.
â charity (req)
â summary: president snow was praised for his love and devotion to his wife, a cripple. if only they knew how youâd ended up that way.
â love you best (req, smut, read as coryo or finnick)
â summary: your boyfriend doesnât like you around other men without him.
PEETA MELLARK
â sweet like sugar (blurb req)
â summary: peeta teaches you how to bake since youâre nowhere near as good as you thought, not that youâd admit it.
âparanoia (dark req)
â summary: peeta tries to reintegrate into society in district 13 and get over his fear of you being taken from him. no one noticed just how badly the capitol messed him up until he lashes out.
SEJANUS PLINTH
â coming soon!
LUCY GRAY BAIRD
â safe and sound ft coriolanus snow
â summary: somehow youâd ended up in the games, snow and lucy would do anything to keep you safe.
â destined
â summary: you and lucy enjoy time together at the lake.
âour little dove ft coriolanus snow
â summary: you reunite with your dear songbird after the games, but it seems the capitol has followed her home, and taken an interest in the two of you.
â our little dove alt ending
â summary: you reunite with your dear songbird after the games, but it seems the capitol has followed her home, and taken an interest in the two of you.
KATNISS EVERDEEN
â coming soon!
JOHANNA MASON
â underestimate (blurb req)
â summary: johanna learns not to underestimate you.
ANNIE CRESTA
â my people ft finnick odair
â summary: youâd been hired to help keep annieâs home clean and to keep her company. what you didnât expect was to fall in love with her. and to find out that she was with finnick, and annie doesnât want to let either of you go. but youâve found your people, and you couldnât be happier.
TRIBUTE!READER
â coming soon!
(in general, no ship just the reader in the arena, with katniss n peeta etc)
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The Hunger Games Characters x Fem! Reader
How certain characters would enjoy pleasuring you
MDNI - 18+ Content
Coryo - Coryo would take pride in being able to give you head. He will E A T your cunt like itâs the last meal he will ever be given. Heâs so messy with it and loves when his lips are swollen and glistening from your juices. He would make you cum at least three times with his mouth before he would do anything else. More often than not, he gets pussy drunk because he just absolutely loves eating you out. He definitely moans against your pussy.
Sejanus - Sejanus is so into fingering and rubbing your clit. If youâre stressed, his sweet fingers will help you unwind. He knows exactly where your clit is, being able to make you cum in minutes by simply rubbing the nub. He knows exactly how to curl his fingers to get you to gush around him. Heâs definitely the time to position you between his legs, your back to his chest, while he whispers VERY DIRTY things in a VERY LOVING tone in your ear while he fingers you hard.
Finnick - Finnick would be the type to enjoy pleasuring you by using anything and everything. He just loves to make you cum. His absolute favorite would definitely be with his cock. Being able to pleasure you with himself does big things to his dick lol. Him thrusting into you the way you absolutely need it. He would make sure to angle himself so heâs hitting that sweet spot repeatedly. And when you cum and clamp on his cock while gushing around him, it gives him so much pride to know that you enjoyed him so much. He wouldnât cum until youâve cum at least twice.
Peeta - Mans is sweet. I feel like heâs the type to want to cum together. So he would definitely want you to cum while heâs inside of you. Heâd fuck you nice and lovingly (heâs so vanilla) while also rubbing your clit, playing with your nipples, kissing your neck. Anything to make you finish on him. Heâd be the type to want you to cum only once and that once will be while heâs inside of you.
Johanna - THIS WOMAN MAKES ME FERAL OKAY. FIRST OF ALL, she is so into scissoring. Feeling her clit rubbing against yours makes you both cum so fast. Itâs just so hot to hear the wetness of both of your cunts dripping with arousal. She would be the type to make you cum in three different ways in one night - fingering, eating you out, and then scissoring. She wants you to be withering for her, to know that only she can give you such pleasures.
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just a little bit of hope - peeta mellark x fem!reader
⤡ summary: with katniss and gale both gone, peeta steps in as an unlikely hunting partner for y/n. ⤡ wc: 2.6k ⤡ requested? yes. see request here. ⤡ follow @lovebirdupdates and turn on notifs to be on my 'taglist'!
⤡ a/n: two things - one, peeta has dimples here, it's just how i imagine him, so please bear with me; two, pretend gale's father is alive please, i didn't think our girl would be able to support two families, no matter how strong she is.
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The day is horridly warm, exacerbated by a heavy humidity. As you wake, hot air suffocates your surroundings, and the sun glares through the window, hung on a span of blue sky. Pushing yourself up on your elbows, your bare feet find the ground, then immediately retract. The floor is burning hot, baked by the sun. You grit your teeth and force your feet back onto the wood, ignoring the searing heat. You have things to do.
You make a bowl of porridge, watery, but edible. You drink half, and leave the rest for your mother. Your father is off to the mines already, his boots absent. You get dressed, pulling on the prettiest dress you own. You're ready. Or, as ready as one can be.Â
Today, there will be no hunting with Katniss and Gale, no trading at the Hob. Today, there is only the reaping.
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You spot Katniss at the edge of the square, gripping her sister's hand. Your friend looks nothing like she normally does. Gone are the boots and hunting jacket, replaced by a simple blouse tucked into a modest skirt. You nod grimly at her; neither of you feels like smiling.
Gale is over on the other side of the square, across from the stage they've set up. Your eyes meet, and he mouths "good luck".
After a few minutes of the routine announcements, Haymitch is introduced, then Effie. By now, the crowd has settled into an air of grimness, despite the clear blue sky overhead.
You don't hear Effie's jokes, and nobody laughs. She finally stops smiling, looking extremely awkward â you almost feel bad for her. Almost.
Then, she sticks her hand in the ball of names, each carrying a life, and pulls one out. Her smile is back on her face when she announces, "Without further ado, our female tribute is: Katniss Everdeen!"
You freeze, repeating her words in your head as if hoping they'd sound different. Your oldest friend â determined, brave Katniss, given a death sentence.
But Effie doesn't wait. Her next words are just as devastating. "And for our male tribute: Gale Hawthorne! Come on up now, dear, don't be shy."
Peacekeepers erupt through the crowd, grabbing your two best friends in the entire world by the shoulders, and forcing them up to the stage. Katniss whips her head around, looking at you with pleading eyes. You know what she's asking for.
"I'll take care of her, Katniss. I won't let her die. And you can't let yourself die, okay? Promise me. Katniss! Promise me!"
Your last words are hysterical, but ironically, Katniss is not. Having heard your commitment to Prim, she is satisfied. She yanks her arms free of the Peacekeepers and walks by herself, her head held high and her face serene.
You grab Prim's hand. Her whole body is shaking, wracked with sobs. You don't hear Effie's last words, but you know what they are.
"May the odds be ever in your favor."
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It's been two weeks since the reaping which stole your best friends. It's shocking how quickly you fell back into routine, as if nothing has even changed. The only indicator of their absence is an added part of your day: splitting your earnings between your family and Prim's.
There are now double the mouths to feed, so you spend double the hours in the forest hunting. Villagers are sympathetic â that may be the only reason you're all still alive. They love Prim, and they trust you. Everything you hunt manages to be traded.
But still, you're cracking. It's just too much, and you don't know if it'll ever get better. You have no idea what Katniss and Gale are going through right now, and you don't let yourself think of them. It would break your heart.
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Peeta Mellark has always been observant. His teachers told his parents this, back when he was a child. It's this trait that makes him notice you. The girl with the weight of the world on her shoulders, killing herself day after day to provide for not one, but two whole families.
He doesn't understand how no one else sees it. But maybe they do â it's just that no one in District 12 is really in a position to do anything about it. Still, the fact remains that you're close to breaking. You can't keep doing this alone.
Peeta Mellark has never been brave. His mother yells at him, beats him, and he takes it. He has never talked back to teachers, or dared disobey the Peacekeepers. So when he offers to hunt with you, he surprises even himself.
"What?"
"I'm Peeta Mellark. We were in the same class, and my parents run the bakery. I was wondering if I'd be able to hunt with you?"
So you weren't hallucinating. The baker's son â a boy you didn't think could kill a fly â had just asked to hunt with you. Your shock translates into a small laugh, not that anything about the situation is funny, really. Hurt flashes in Peeta's eyes, and you quickly backtrack.
"I'm sorry, that was rude. I'm Y/N L/N, I know who you are. I just didn't think you'd be the hunting type," you explain. Because you're gentle, and kind, and I've never seen you hurt anyone, with your words or physically. But you don't add that last part.Â
"I've only ever hunted with Katniss and Gale, you must know them, they were reaped this year." Your voice cracks a bit with those last words, and Peeta acknowledges the fact with a nod. His hand twitches; he wants to pat you on the back, or grip your shoulder, anything to stop the melancholy leaking into your eyes, but he doesn't.
"But you're welcome to join me," you end with a smile that doesn't quite reach your eyes.
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The new partnership starts early the following day. You meet a groggy Peeta near his home, and the two of you begin the walk to the Meadow.
You hear no electrical hum from the fencing, which means it's safe to touch, and you guide Peeta across the boundary which separates the Seam from the forest. This is all illegal, you know, but you're too used to it to even notice. Peeta, on the other hand, feels an exhilarating sense of rebellion as he crosses the barbed wire, following your figure into the woods.
"You've never hunted before, have you?" you probe, although it's more of a confirmation than an actual question.
Peeta nods. "But I'm a quick learner. And I won't get in your way, I promise."
You smile, a genuine one this time. "We'll see about that, Mellark."
Over the next hour, you go over all the traps you had set from the day before, collecting from Katniss and Gale's traps as well. True to his word, Peeta picks it up quickly, and even has a great eye for camouflaging the traps. This becomes his task, using grass and twigs and flowers as his medium, painting a deceptive scene which looks safe and welcoming to the many squirrels and rabbits in these parts.
You also start him on foraging. Only one type of berry is poisonous in the Meadow, and it's easy to identify. You make sure he's clear on which to avoid, and leave him to it, while you head to the hollowed out tree where you've hidden your knives. The familiar sight of Katniss' bow and arrows within the trunk brings a pang in your heart. You leave them nestled within and retrieve only your daggers. You were never a good archer.
Another hour passes, and you return to Peeta with a deer. You're happier than you have been in weeks â this will be enough for almost a week's worth of food. Peeta is not empty-handed either, he has two buckets of progress, one filled with strawberries, the other with raspberries. He gives you a soft smile â he has dimples, you think. He then immediately turns a faint shade of green, having noticed the dead deer.Â
You're seized with the desire to laugh, "Why'd you offer to hunt with me if you get queasy from the sight of game?"
He looks at you with an indignant pout, and you can't stop the giggle that tumbles out, then the full on laughter.Â
"I'm not like this with all game, just, you know, the larger animals. I can look at dead squirrels just fine â stop laughing!"
Making your way back, within the District, you stop just outside of the fence to split your gatherings.
"Take the squirrels and rabbits, and the bucket of raspberries. I'll keep the deer and trade the strawberries with the mayor," you offer.
"No, you take it all," he crosses the barrier carrying the buckets, and you follow after him, shaking your head.
"I can't, Peeta. That wouldn't be right. This is a fair split."
"I never said I wanted to keep what we hunt. Only that I wanted to hunt with you, Y/N. Take it. I know you need it more than I do. I'll see you next weekend?"
And with that, he pops a strawberry in his mouth, smiling at the sweetness, and walks away.
You're left with your mouth open, unable to process what had just happened.
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The next morning, you show up at the bakery. His bakery. You earned a few dollars from selling your strawberries to the mayor, and you figure that if Peeta won't take anything, you should buy from him instead.
A few dollars is enough for two loaves of good bread, and so you head to the bread aisle. But your gaze catches on the beautiful cakes on display, decorated with multi-colored icing and swirling script written in melted chocolate.
"I did those," comes a voice from behind you.
Whipping your head around, you see Peeta himself, looking at the cakes with fondness and a bit of pride.
"You did what?"
"The cakes. I decorated them. My mom bakes, but I decorate. I like doing it â it's like painting, just on a different canvas."
"They're really lovely. You have a talent for it," you confirm, "I bet that's why you were so good at hiding traps yesterday. You can see nature's patterns."
He gives you a soft smile in return, and you can see the dimples again. They're adorable, you think. I want to see them every day.
He gives a small cough, looking at you questioningly.
You startle, and blush a deep crimson. "Sorry, I lost my train of thought. I'm here to buy bread. Two loaves," you say as you lower your head to stare down at the ground, refusing to meet his eyes.
It's only when you hear a chuckle that you lift your head back up. Peeta's eyes are sparkling, and his dimples are clear as ever.
"I'll give you three."
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Two months after the reaping, your partnership with Peeta is still going strong. Every Saturday, the two of you head to the woods, and spend half the day fishing, gathering, and hunting. Originally silent company has evolved into true friendship, with witty banter, fleeting touches, and shared smiles.
You have come to know Peeta Mellark. He isn't just the baker's son, the one who decorates cakes and hates seeing dead animals. He's the boy who saved you, when no one even knew that you needed saving.Â
Day after day, he has shown up, offering kindness, companionship, and warmth, without expecting anything in return. You care about him more than you thought you could ever care about someone who wasn't family. You care about his messy blond hair, and you care about his broad shoulders. You care about his blue eyes which sparkle when he tells a joke, and his beautiful heart which leads him to give the occasional customer an extra free loaf. Most of all, you care about his dimples, which come out when he smiles at you. You care so much about him, that it scares you.
And Peeta cares about you. He cares about your hands, calloused but nimble, lethal when holding onto your twin daggers. He cares about your face, how it glows when you laugh at his jokes in the woods, but dims a bit when you're back in the district. He cares about your hair, always tied in a ponytail when in the Meadow, but left to flow freely down your shoulders when hunting's over. Most of all, he cares about your smile, which comes out when Prim thanks you week after week for your help, and forces you to take bottles of goat milk and pet Buttercup. He cares so much about you, that it scares him.
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This hunting day, Peeta comes with news from the Capitol. A few weeks back, he started giving you updates on the Games, after you told him that you couldn't stomach the thought of watching your friends fight to the death.
"Y/N! Good news!" he greets, exiting the bakery. As the two of you begin your walk, he adds, "I'll tell you when we get to the Meadow."
"You're insufferable, Mellark. You can't just hook me like that, and not tell me what it is."
Peeta doesn't answer, so you start walking twice as fast, ushering him toward the edge of the Seam so you could figure out what exactly he wanted to tell you.
Once in the grassy plains of the Meadow, between the forest and the fence, you turn back to the boy, the impatience evident in your face.
"Tell me, Peeta, or I swear I'll â"
"Alright, alright," he laughs, "but it's not really good news, per se. It's just a little bit of hope."
You nod, urging him to continue.
"It's about the Games. About Katniss and Gale."
The last traces of your smile fade. Concern is etched onto your face, and your eyebrows scrunch up, your jaw tightens.
Noticing this, Peeta pulls you in by the waist, so that your head lands on his shoulder. "It's good news, Y/N. Don't look so defeated. They're both still alive, and they're fighting."
"But at least one of them won't be coming back," you whisper into his neck, so quietly you wonder if he even heard. But Peeta always hears you.
"Y/N. That's the news. They could both come back. Caesar Flickerman has just announced that they will be changing the rules this year â allowing two victors of the Games, provided they're tributes from the same district!"
You look up at him in awe. A change to the Games. Katniss and Gale, not one or the other. Both could win. Both could come back.
You choke down a sob, staring at Peeta's brilliant smile and those mesmerizing dimples. And before you can process what you're doing, you wrap your arms around his neck and press your lips to his in a bout of bravery.
Peeta's frozen for a second, before he begins to reciprocate the kiss in earnest. He pulls you in, one hand holding your neck and the other wrapped around your torso, pressing himself impossibly closer. He tastes like icing and strawberries, and you can smell the comforting scent of warm bread.
The kiss ends far too quickly for your liking, and you're suddenly impossibly shy, all bravado gone. You lower your eyes so you won't have to meet his eyes, but realize that you're practically sitting on his lap, having moved there at some point during the kiss. This observation brings a flaming blush onto your cheeks, and you scramble to move away, but you're held in place by Peeta's arms, forming an iron-tight cage around your figure.
He brings a hand to your chin, lifting it up, and kisses you again, more gently this time.
"Don't go all shy on me now, Y/L/N," he teases, and holds the back of his hand against your forehead, as if feeling for a fever. "You're burning up, darling."
"You know damn well that's not a feverâ", you start, but you're cut off by his laughter, and once again distracted by those dimples of his.Â
Maybe Peeta was right. Maybe there is just a little bit of hope left for you.
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whenever peeta is feeling stressed or just in need of calming, he'll drag you to bed or to the couch where he'll lay you down just to snuggle with you. he buries himself in you, arms wrapped under your waist, head nuzzled between the valley of your chest. his legs tangle with yours as your fingers intertwine. you play with his hair, running your fingers gently across his scalp continuously as he listens to the sound of your beating heart. all he needs is the reminder that he is with you, the love of his life, to feel at ease again because nothing in the world could possibly ever matter more than that ᥣđŠ
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FOR YOU â
katniss everdeen
katniss everdeen x fem!reader
you see katniss for the first time after she wins the 74th annual hunger games
warnings: just some cheesy fluff bc i watched the hunger games for the first time
word count: 1145
note: this takes place after the first movie bc iâve only watched that one and the ballad of songbirds and snakes đŤŁ
also this is kinda based on that one forrest gump scene where heâs at the vietnam war protest and jenny starts running to him through the reflecting pool to get to him đđ
hope you enjoy!!
the second she steps off the train, sheâs already surrounded by the crowd. some people are chanting her name, others are offering her the three-finger salute, and some are even crying. she feels peeta squeeze her shoulder as he steps off behind her, and she can sense the smile on his face.
but she can barely feel his fingers on her skin or hear district 12 celebrating around her. sheâs so focused, her eyes frantically scanning the crowd. there were so many people there to congratulate and thank her yet she only wanted to see one person.
it takes a few seconds before she hears a faint shout of her name.
âkatniss!â the voice calls out. âkatniss!â
her ears instantly perk up and she instinctively moves toward the source of the sound.
âkatniss!â
itâs clearer now and sheâs sure she knows who it belongs to. she can see people getting shoved in the back of the crowd as someone makes their way to the front. she doesnât even need to see who it is before tears rim her eyes.
she involuntarily releases a strained noise of sheer desperation before she speeds up, the crowd kindly parting for her. the same canât be said for you as you use every bit of your strength to push past citizens, some of them leaving you irritated glances.
luckily you make quick work and suddenly your unkempt hair catches katnissâ eye. she notices your rough, seasoned hands fighting those around you to get to her and now sheâs nearly running toward you.
she screams your name, letting you know that sheâs seen you and reminding you of how intensely sheâs missed you. her voice is raw and distraught. she reminds you of how painful it is for her to be without you.
only when youâve made it all the way to the front do you stop and does katniss get a clear look at you. you stumble out of the crowd, nearly falling, but you catch yourself. bystanders stare, questioning the importance of your presence, but all you do is look up and meet katnissâ eyes.
she stops fifteen steps ahead of you. only then does she remember why she had fought so hard to stay alive; why she had killed; why she had refused to give up even when the odds were against her. because, when she looked into your eyesâyour perfect, beautiful, joyful eyes that reflected all of her own emotionsâshe remembered that it was all for you.
she refused to let her life end in that artificial forest because her life hadnât truly begun until she was able to be with you. you were her reason, the single thing that kept her going, that motivated her, that she thought about on every dark, cold, soulless night. Â
she dreamed endlessly about returning to district 12 just to be wrapped in your warm embrace, to feel your chaste kiss on her cheek, and to start a new life with you. in fact, she dreamed about this very moment that she was living in. she dreamed about everything from how you would look to the way you would look at her. she dreamed about how it would feel and what she would do, but once she was in the moment, everything was more powerful than she could have ever imagined. everything was far more perfect than in her dreams.
she watched your own tears swell as your eyes settled upon her. your hands came to your face, covering your mouth as you fought your natural crying face into a smile.
seeing you cry always made her so weak and she felt her tears start flowing down her cheeks. she felt her ugly cry begin but she couldnât help it. it felt so good to see you that it was almost painful. you had woven your way into her heart and now the two of you were one.
a tiny part of her brain was scared of what you might think of her. would you be afraid of her after seeing her kill so ruthlessly? would you lose your feelings after watching her at her lowest moment? or worst of all, would you be angry at her after witnessing her onscreen romance with peeta?
she had played into her role during the gamesâthe girl on fire who was head over heels for the bakerâs sonâbut the games were over now and there was no need to pretend anymore. while peeta may have loved her, katnissâ feelings for him were never close to what she felt for you. she just hoped that you had realized that too.
no matter what peeta would say to her or how many people were there to worship her, everything seemed insignificant when she was face to face with you. and you felt exactly the same. that empty hole in your chest that had appeared when katniss had volunteered all those weeks ago was suddenly full. with her return to district 12, katniss everdeen has also returned your heart.
she finally started toward you, slowly at first, and then faster. it didnât matter who was watching, whether it was peeta or the capitol or the whole world, she had a primitive need to be with you. and you would accept her with open arms.
she tightly hugged your shoulders, her grip so strong that you couldnât have pulled away even if you wanted to. she pulled your body into hers and kept your face close to hers so that your noses were nearly touching.
your hands found solace holding each side of her face. she knew how powerful your hands were from all the times you had been hunting together so it meant even more when you were able to hold her so gently. you always touched her like she was glass that would break in your hands if you werenât careful. she relished the feeling; no one had ever treated her so softly and made her feel so special, not peeta, not gale.
when you felt her warm skin beneath your fingers, everything felt all the more real. she was really there. she had really survived the deadliest of arenas and now she was here with you. she was here for you.
you shared a single loving gaze, one that conveyed every emotion. you shared your sorrow, your pain, your excitement, your joy, your newfound relaxation. you shared your bare love with each other.
only then did she press her lips to yours in a feverish kiss. your lips fit perfectly as your tears merged into a single stream. you disregarded air and molded yourselves into each other, willing the moment to live on forever.
a single thought entered katnissâ mind, one that wouldâve sounded crazy to anyone but her:
she wouldâve done it all over again if it meant coming home to you.
omg iâm so sorry that i havenât been writing any requests i have 9 sitting in my inbox đ
the next story will prob be camille from house of usher and then iâll work on those requests starting with naomi from wolf of wall street
iâll try to be better yâall đ
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First off congrats on 200!!! I feel like it hasnât been that long since 100 followers.
đ I would like to request something with the victors ie Johanna, Finnick, Haymitch (gloss, Enobaria, cashmere, Cecelia, Mags if you want) before the quarter quell. Reader is a victor from District 8 and their talent is crocheting so they go around crocheting little animals for the other victors. Could you write something about what animal Reader would give the victors and their reaction? đ
ooooo i love this so much!!
i think you would crochet johanna a black cat. its her spirit animal like if i cracked her soul open, that's what i would expect to see.
finnick would love a blue whale or a starfish. i think theyre his favorite animals and he would give them designated spots on his bed.
you would make katniss a copy of buttercup and she scoffs, pretends to hate it, but sleeps with it in her arms every night.
i feel like peeta would really appreciate a koala or maybe a sloth. don't ask me why because i dont have a clue, its just a gut feeling.
haymitch would recieve a grizzly bear with a bottle of alcohol in its hand. he fucking loves it
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12 Days Of Kinkmas Masterlist
Hey, all! I have decided to do a 12 days of kinkmas, starring all of the characters I write for. So I will post one smut every single day for 12 days starting today. I hope you enjoy!
Day 1-The Snow-Carl Grimes
Day 2-Ice Cold-Derek Danforth
Day 3-Christmas Present-Mike Schmidt
Day 4- Holiday Baking-Peeta Mellark
Day 5-Mistletoe-Sally Face
Day 6-Christmas Ribbons-Derek Danforth
Day 7-Fireplace-Brahms Heelshire
Day 8-Keep me warm-Carl Grimes
Day 9-Christmas Ball-Derek Dandforth
Day 10-Wrapping the presents-Brahms Heelshore
Day 11-Milk 'n Cookies-Dave Lizewski
Day 12-A White Christmas-Derek Danforth
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𦹠Warnings: Mentions of the orange peel theory so maybe look it up if you donât know what that is, nothing else this man could do no wrong
â・°â§Requests are open! Comments and reblogs are welcome and appreciatedâĄ
âŕ¨ŕ§â ËA/N: this is incredibly short but i had to get it out of my system i miss peeta its been rotting my brain, also i promise Iâll get to my requests eventually :p
This has not been proofread ^_^
Peeta who canât keep his hands off you. Not necessarily in a sexual manner, heâs just simply yearning for your reassurance and the comfort of your presence. Weather itâs locking pinkies together while you walk alongside each other or simply playing with your hair while you sleep
Peeta who would do absolutely anything for you. That orange peeling trend on tiktok is kinda what made me want to write this because omg??? He heard you complain once about how sticky your hands get when you peel them and he hasnât let you peel yourself one since. That man would run into a house fire just to get you that orange. Heâd plant his own orange tree, tending and caring for it just for you if he could
Peeta who never comes home without brining you some kind of gift. If heâs in town and finds a small trinket he thinks youâll like, you bet heâs getting it for you. Picking flowers on his way home simply because theyâre your favorite color and picking up a small rock because it was kinda shaped like a heart, anything he thought youâd like heâd get for you in a heartbeat
Peeta who enjoys your presence no matter what youâre doing together. You could be quietly reading a book and heâd lay on the opposite side of the bed just admiring you as your eyes are glued to the page. Completely oblivious to his gaze on you, his eyes reflecting appreciation and fondness with every lingering look
Peeta who loves seeing you in his clothes. Heâs coming home after working on the garden you guys started together and canât help but just beam at the sight of you cooking in one of his t-shirts. Youâd wake up missing him a bit more than usual that morning and start looking for anything of his, smiling fondly at his familiar scent as you slip on his t-shirt and begin your day
Peeta who always brings you back a small treat from the bakery, weather itâs your favorite bread or a cupcake decorated especially for you with small hearts and smiley faces, he always makes sure to never come home empty handed
#i miss him so much omg#peeta⌠come home#peeta my beloved#screaming crying and throwing up heâs so sweet#josh hutcherson#peeta mellark#peeta mellark fanfic#peeta mellark headcanons#peeta mellark x reader#peeta mellark x you#the hunger games peeta#thg peeta#the hunger games#peeta x reader#peeta mellark x fem!reader#peeta mellark fluff#peeta mellark x y/n#Rosie writes âŕ¨ŕ§
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