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omg your writing is so good and ik this is kinda a basic request but could you writing something about a Finnick x reader and reuniting in district 13?🫶

-Finnick Odair x reader

{Reuniting with Finnick in district thirteen}

Sorry this took so long. Thank you so much for the request! Enjoy my lovelies!💕

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Fluorescent lights that sting the back of your eyes are the first thing you’re met with when you wake up in district thirteen. A safe haven in comparison to the Capitol, despite the coldness of the room and the firm mattress you’re lying on.

You sit up, a dull ache seizes your body and a certain tension builds between your shoulder blades. You groan in a mixture of pain and exhaustion. It’s a lot quieter here than back in the Capitol, where there’s always a distant buzz of constant noise that rings in your ears.

The coldness of the tiles beneath your socked feet sends a shiver through your body, but you push on, ignoring the pain that lingers within your bones. Walking through doors and surprisingly empty hallways, while pulling along the IV drip that’s attached to you.

You soon hear it, through a sea of voices, Finnick. He’s saying your name, begging to see you, calling out to you like a lighthouse does to a boat and it causes a surge of adrenaline to wash over your achy body.

Without hesitation you rip the IV out, rushing past people through tear-blurred vision. The doctors try to urge you to stop but their pleas are drowned out by Finnick and the need to be close to him.

Finnick is rendered completely speechless as he sees you, the exhaustion that lingers heavily underneath your eyes makes his heart ache with guilt that he couldn’t do more. He holds you close, harbouring your body within the safety of his arms not willing to let go… not again, not ever again.

“You’re okay… you’re okay.” He breathes, both a statement and a promise. His hand reaches to hold your head against his chest, the beat of his heart calms you like a sea chanty.

His lips meet your own, slotting together like pieces of a puzzle. His nose bumps against yours as he kisses you so softly and yet so desperately that it sends a tingle down your spine.

The people around you clear away with soft murmurs, giving well-deserved space to the pair of you as you both reunite.

“I thought… they told me-” You decide not to finish that sentence, cutting yourself off with a soft gasp, because neither of the things they told you were real. Finnick was here and alive still looking at you with love in his eyes.

His big hands cup either side of your tear-stained face, tilting your head up gently to look at him. His thumbs brushing away any stray tears.

“None of it was true… not a word.” He says with so much conviction, a tone that carries a certain understanding, that the doubt in your mind ebbs away for now.

His expression softens when you nod, the way you lean into the warmth of his palm and how your eyes flutter close ever so slightly at his touch. His breath catches in his chest, overwhelmed by the rush of emotions.

“Do you know how many times I’ve dreamed of this?” He whispers, voice quivering slightly. “Every waking hour, honey.” His fingertips trail along your cheek.

“Me too Finn… I was so scared I was never going to see you again.” The way your voice strains is enough to make Finnick's knees weak with devastation.

“I was never going to let that happen.” He promises, pressing a kiss against your forehead letting his lips linger for a moment in hopes to soothe you.

You press your face against his chest as if you were trying to hide away from the world, tears staining his shirt. “You’re safe… I’ve got you, honey.” He whispers, fingers brushing through your hair gently.

His hands trail down along your arms, his fingertips skimming over the spot where the IV drip was inserted. “Let’s get you back into bed, yeah?” He smiles softly, his arm supporting you as he guides you back down the hallways.

“You’ll stay? I don’t think I can sleep another night without you.” You whisper softly, voice hoarse from all the crying.

“I’m not letting you out of my sight baby… not in a million years.” He swears, helping you back into bed. Fluffing up your pillows and pulling the blankets over your legs.

Finnick sits on the edge of the bed, helping you drink and eat. His hand holding your own, fingers entwined with yours as he peppers loving kisses along your knuckles. The future holds an eerie uncertainty but there is one thing Finnick is, without a shadow of a doubt, certain of… he’d never leave your side again.

Safe and Sound

Finnick Odair x reader soulmate AU

Summary: you are a victor from district 4. The Quarter Quell has just been announced. How will you cope with the turn of events coming your way.

Word count- 2.8k

Notes: Happy New Year! Hope you enjoy this one. My phone deleted half of it so I had to rewrite it but that worked in my favour and I think it’s better than it was

Chapter 3

The next morning I was awoken by knocking at my door. Assuming it to be Lysander I ignored it and took my sweet time getting ready, taking a long shower under burning water, brushing my teeth vigorously, loosely clipping back the front strands of my hair and slipping on a pale blue dress from the wardrobe in the wall before making my way to the dining area. I followed the smell of freshly cooked bacon and pancakes, my mouth watering as I sat down and took a few pancakes, stacking them up, cutting a slab of butter that melted as soon as I dropped it on top, drizzling sticky sweet syrup over them and layering bacon on top. I grabbed a fork and dug into my towering pillar of food, the salty bacon contrasting with the sugary syrup. I polished it off in no time at all and reached for the piles of jewel like fruits, stacked in tiny ceramic bowls in the centre of the table. I had just bit into a slice of watermelon, pink juice dripping down the corner of my mouth, when Mags walked in with Lysander who flaunted a garish purple and gold striped suit and he began to speak as loudly as ever as I quickly wiped my chin.

“Good morning!” My head hit the table.

“Goodness Y/N, did you not get enough sleep last night?” He asked, looking at me with slight concern.

“I'm fine thank you for asking,” I answered, “Just woke up a bit too early.” I rubbed my head, smiling sheepishly and his gaze softened.

“That simply won't do!” He exclaimed, “We need you to be on top form for when you’re in the arena.”

“Lysander.” I called out softly, interrupting what was sure to be a long tirade. “I… I just wanted to say that I’m sorry for my outburst yesterday. I don't know what I was thinking. I suppose, well I suppose I was just a little overwhelmed by all this. I hope you can forgive me. “ I twisted a strand of my hair in my fingers and he took the bait immediately. I could almost see what he was thinking. Such a kind girl, she must be terrified, very sweet of her to apologise. His eyes gained a look of sympathy as he raised a hand to his heart and walked over to me.

“It's quite alright dear, no need for apologies. I completely understand you must be feeling absolutely terrified of all this. You did such a kind thing volunteering for Miss Cresta, so selfless, dear and I’m sure she appreciates it very much.” I nodded, going back to my food, and he clapped. “Now that's all sorted out, we need a plan for you.” He looked me up and down, assessing me as Mags grinned into her bowl at the look on my face. “I'm thinking we play the innocent card, the fact you were so young when you won will help with that a lot. You are one of the youngest in the games this year after all. We simply must also use the fact that you are a true performer and ballet is such a beautiful art form indeed so,” he turned to Mags, “I propose we paint her as an angel.”

I choked on a piece of watermelon, the apprehension on my face giving way to horror. Mags patted me gently on the back and I straightened in my seat, sending a grateful smile her way as Lysander continued, lost in his own world.

“Of course only your stylist can decide this but I’m fairly certain I can put in a word and if they didn't already have the same idea after watching the reaping then I'll eat my hat.” I eyed the purple monstrosity on his head and imagined it being stuffed into his mouth, wondering if maybe that would be the thing that would finally shut him up. I wanted to scream at him, tell him that I was no angel and he was a monster for finding some kind of pleasure in this, deciding what part I should play as I die. Instead I just smiled slightly and lowered my head to stop him from seeing the tears in my eyes. At that second Finnick walked in and Lysander's attention was immediately drawn to him. I sat silently as he practically interrogated him, asking how he was feeling, if he thought he could win. The answers were short, not letting anything interesting slip but giving enough to satisfy Lysander and fool him into thinking he was basically his new best friend. I zoned out part way through Lysanders rant about what the Gamemakers would throw at us this year- as if we hadn't all been thinking about it since they were announced. Suddenly, I was brought back to reality by the sound of my name.

“Y/N, Y/N.” I blinked and my gaze shifted to Lysander.

“Sorry.” I muttered

“Quite alright dear, you must be tired if you didn't get enough sleep. We're going to watch the games you were both in, for reference.” My mind didn't register the words and I simply nodded before I realised what he had said and my eyes widened in shock.

We watched Finnicks first, since he won before me. From the reaping all the way through to the crowning ceremony. He was confident in the interviews, dressed in the most impeccable suit and tie, clearly designed to show off his beauty, laughing at Caesar Flickerman's comments and responding with his own witty quips, not just a pretty face at all. Then utterly deadly in the arena. For the first few days he had lain low, not much excitement but enough to keep sponsors interested. Then he got the trident, the most expensive gift ever seen, and it was over. District 4 was fishing after all, and it seemed Finnick Odair was born to wield the trident. He captured tribute after tribute in a net and killed them all, offering no mercy. And finally the last cannon went off announcing him the winner. Fourteen years old and he had won, the youngest victor, the most handsome victor, the Capitol darling. Finnick Odair. If he was that good back then, I had no doubt he would be extraordinary now. He had it all as well, the looks which first made the Capitol love him, he was intelligent, and undoubtedly one of the best fighters that would be going into the arena. Mags and I sat there speechless as Lysander congratulated Finnick endlessly.

“And how you used that trident, extraordinary! I don't believe you'll struggle in these games now that you've had ten years to practise.” I could only think of how young he'd been, how he'd been forced to grow up so quickly after, how he'd won- but what was the cost?

Then my games were switched on; I saw myself going through it all over again. The walk up to the stage after my name was called, all eyes on me. The chariot ride where they had dressed me up as a mermaid, all shimmering fabrics and a golden crown. The interview, where Caesar asked me questions about my life back home and I answered quietly, barely audible, playing the sweet little girl as I danced for them momentarily. The arena, my frightened face as the boy from 10 died in front of me, running and hiding. Then a cut to as I made my first kills, I saw the light leave their eyes as the blood left their bodies. Another cut, to the chase and confrontation with Arion, the second the knife left my hand I closed my eyes and the thud as it hit him echoed in my ears.

They showed the crowning ceremony last, I stood calmly on the dais with my hands clasped in front of my body. I had been made to wear a white dress that fell to my knees and had a red bow tied around it. The same red adorned the pins in my hair, shaped like roses, and the single gem hanging from a silver chain around my neck. The significance was not lost on me, young as I was. I had killed three people in the arena so I wore three pieces of red. One for each of them, the crimson colour their blood on my hands. President Snow walked up slowly and placed the golden laurels on my head. He looked down at me, a small smile on his face as I gazed up at him, he whispered something that only I could hear. Words that left me pale and confused, words that could have been good but in the circumstances only sounded like the promise of a life of pain. His mouth moved on the screen and I read his lips.

“The Capitol will love you.” He stepped away and proclaimed me their victor. And it struck me how I looked so tiny compared to him and everyone around me, as the Capitol roared with applause and my big eyes stared out over them, disbelieving and uncertain before the tape ended leaving the compartment in silence.

I shoved my seat back, the legs screeching on the floor, and stood up quickly. Everyone turned to face me as I stayed still for a second.

“Y/N.” Lysander began but I cut him off.

“No, I just, I need to, I can't.” My brain was jumbled, old memories being dragged to the surface unwillingly. So I turned and I ran.

I sprinted along the train, pushing doors open as I ran through the compartments. Avoxes jumped out of my way as I barreled past them, looking at me in curiosity. I came to the end of the train and held my hands in front of me to push through the doors. I crashed through them and fell into the railing. I gripped onto the cold metal as if it was the only thing keeping me in reality, the wind rushed past me and my hair floated in front of me, strands whipping in the cold air. I could barely see, tears blurring my vision and hair covering my face. I took a shuddering breath, letting the cold air flood my lungs, and I broke. I cried and cried and cried. Letting out everything that I had kept bottled up for seven years. I had cried before, that day on the cliffs, that was for the games, for the fact that it was happening all over again for so many people across Panem. But this. This was for me. For every pain I had endured since I won, the evenings spent dancing and singing under lights focused solely on me, the fear of making a mistake stopping me from enjoying it fully, the nights spent alone, unable to sleep because of the nightmares, the days spent wandering around like a lost soul, wondering if it would ever be better than what it was.

So I cried for myself, in one selfish moment I allowed myself to only care about myself. Tears dripped down my face, droplets falling on the railing for what felt like forever. Eventually my throat grew raw and my eyes seemed to run out of tears to cry. I dropped my head forwards into my hands and my eyes glazed over with the memories I had suppressed.

I was no longer on the train headed to the Capitol. I was in the arena. Perched on an icy tree branch, pressed against the tree trunk to keep from slipping off. Hidden by the frozen leaves in the white fluffy clothing they had given us to wear. A tribute ran underneath my hiding spot, running away from something, two others followed chasing him. I immediately recognised them as career tributes, this was all just a game of cat and mouse to them. And they caught him. I shoved a piece of cloth in my mouth to stop myself from letting out any noise that would give myself away and clapped my hands over my ears to block out the noise of his screaming in pain and crying out for help from someone as they ripped into him, their laughter echoing in the otherwise silent forest. A warning that they were on the hunt and if you valued your life you would get out of there as soon as possible.

I had stayed in that tree for the first few days until I was eventually forced to move when the gamemakers released mutts into the arena. Great big slobbering beasts that lumbered along harmlessly until someone tried to kill one. Then all hell had broken loose as they chased tributes up trees and then hurled themselves unrelentingly at them, bringing them down and mauling them beyond recognition. They brought about the deaths of five tributes before they just disappeared, presumably called back out after doing their job.

I snapped out of my daze as I felt someone standing next to me. My gaze cleared as I pushed the memories back into a locked box in my mind. I didn’t need to look to know who it was, the mark on my wrist burning and on instinct I pulled my sleeve down and took a small step to the side to lessen the sting. It eased immediately from the small distance between us and faded to a dull throbbing. Finnick said nothing at my movement and we just looked out over the passing countryside, rolling green fields, trees that touched the sky and vast lakes stretching beyond the horizon. We stayed like that, peaceful, just taking it all in until he finally broke the silence.

“You were so young.”

I smiled bitterly, resting my chin on my open palm propped up on the railing.

“We all were but we had no choice. They just want to watch their games. And they don’t care if innocent children die so they can have them.” I laughed slightly. “Then they get the one that lives.” I shook my head, my fingers tightening on the rail, the cold metal biting into my skin. “They get to kill us then they get to keep us.” I turned around, leaning backwards onto the railing and looked up, watching the clouds move slowly away in the blue sea of the sky. Then the Capitol came into view, towering buildings taking up the skyline, marring it with grey,

“I'm going to go back in,” Finnick said, following my line of vision, “You should as well.” With that he stepped back into the train, not sparing a second glance as I watched him walk through a set of doors and out of sight. I relaxed as he left and stayed in my position, head tilted skywards, eyes closed until I felt tiny drops of water on my face. I opened my eyes to see rain falling, a light drizzle but enough to dampen my clothes and hair, I laughed slightly and walked inside, the warmth hitting me in a blast. I hadn't realised how cold I'd been before but the heat warmed me and my clothes quickly dried off. I looked over my shoulder as I walked through the doors that slid open, the rain pattering on the windows lightly, a last glimpse of normality.

I quickly made my way through the train, hearing Lysander screeching at unfortunate avoxes to find me as if I was missing and he had no idea where to find me. I stepped into the compartment to see him looking frazzled, he immediately caught sight of me standing unsurely at the edge of the room and gave a dramatic sigh of relief.

“Not to worry everyone she's here.” The train jolted to a stop. “We have arrived.” Lysander practically squealed and eyed me.” Dear, you should just fluff out your hair a bit, and try to look happy for the cameras.” I nod my head once and plaster a smile on my face. He nodded in approval.

We made our way to the doors. Finnick and I stood either side of Lysander and Mags was just behind us. I can see people through the windows already, screaming and shouting with excitement.

“Now everyone, remember this is the first time they will see you so make sure to leave a good impression. That means smile and wave, blow a few kisses if you have to.” Lysander told us, focusing his words mostly on me. A bell rang and he quickly turned around to me, perfecting everything he could see wrong, the tiniest hair out of place, my sleeves at different lengths and pushing my cheeks into a smile. Facing forward just in time as the doors slid open and we stepped out into the masses.

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Finnick’s trauma and comforting him:( /angst/

TW: mentions of forced prostitution and description of some gore and violence, a little bit of self hatred, talking about traumatic events

A/N: to all those survivors and victims of traumatic events, I’m proud of you…and this is a reminder that your loved ones are always willing to listen. Also, this is quite long so buckle up!

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I think it is pretty much common knowledge that Finnick Odair has some deep trauma from his time in the games and past. Although most victors of the Hunger Games suffered the same fate, Finnick was caught in Snow’s grasp too young..too vulnerable. He was forced to participate in the 65th Hunger Games at only 14-to kill others for survival- and when he won, thinking that all the suffering would be over then, he was threatened to become a prostitute at 16, otherwise his loved ones would be slaughtered- in which they did.

Finnick tries so hard to put on a facade in front of the Capitol- when he attends shows and interviews- and he does an amazing job at that. He tries so, so hard to remain strong for you too…to try and convince you that he really is alright by lying that his past no longer haunts him. He wants to assure you that he is stable because he is afraid of becoming a burden to you, afraid to be pushed away or feared by you because of his ‘problems’. The last thing he needs is to have the last person he loves vanish from his life.

However, at times, the stresses and memories just come flooding back to him and he finds himself breaking down.

Sometimes at night, you’ll be awoken by the soft sobs of Finnick crying, and seeing him in that state just absolutely destroys you…as if a thousand knives to your heart.

His back is facing you to avoid having you see his teary face, quietly sniffing into a pillow in his arm. He looks so vulnerable…almost like he’s fourteen all over again, and your heart throbs at the sight of your love- usually so big and strong- breaking down into pieces.

“…F-Finnick, my love?” You whisper ever so softly, sitting up against the headboard as you place a your much smaller hand on his shoulder.

Finnick turns at you, his eyes red and tears welling up at his waterline, long lashes wet and cheeks a little flushed from crying. He blinks, wiping away his tears, voice raspy as he says apologetically,

“Honey….I’m so sorry I woke you up.”

This man. He’s breaking down and he is so selfless that he apologises to you for experiencing valid emotions?!

“Oh Finnick, why are you apologising? It’s not your fault..you know it never is. Was it the nightmares again?” you ask gently with sympathetic eyes.

You have no idea what Finnick had to go through in the Hunger Games or any idea of what it is like to have your body sold but whatever it feels like, you know it must be terrible…so painful and terrible for somebody as strong as Finnick to be shattered. And you wouldn’t even have to think for a second to do anything at all -to kill or to sacrifice your own safety- just to share half of Finnick’s pain….to lift the weighs off his shoulders.

“My love, would you like me to hold you?” It is the least you can offer.

Finnick sniffs quietly and nod, moving closer to you to lay on your chest. Your fingers delve into his golden curls, playing with his hair as it is one of your favourite ways to calm him down. The two of you find peace in the silence before you ask softly:

“Would you like to share what happened, Finnick? Or we can talk about it when you feel better and just cuddle back to sleep…whatever you’re comfortable with, my love.”

Finnick is quiet for a few moments before he blinks and rubs at his wet lashes, “..it was…it was another nightmare. I had to kill the last tribute…a young girl from district 11. She was only a few years older than me…forced into the Games too…and I had to k-kill her to win…” His voice cracks as a tear rolls down his cheeks, and you wipe it away with your thumb, nodding as you listen attentively.

“It was terrible…the look on her face when I stabbed her with my trident…I can still remember her shrill screams, the look of betrayal on her face…the way her body thudded to the ground with blood soaking up her wetsuit.” Finnick begins to sob once more.

“Shhh..shhh” you coo, stroking Finnick’s cheeks as you attempt to comfort him.

Finnick shakes his head, breath hitched and uneven as he sobs in your hands, and the heartache of seeing him like this nearly eats you alive.

“I…I’m disgusting…I feel impure….and with what Snow did to me…”

“…the things he made me do…I feel disgusting....”

Prostitution is something you know of Finnick’s past, but it is a topic he has never really opened up on until this moment. You never forced him or questioned him about it because you know it is an event of great trauma to him.

You can only stroke Finnick’s hair to sooth him and hold him tightly in support as he continues, feeling both sympathy and proudness that he is able to open up about this topic.

“No matter how much I try to wash myself, to scrub my skin and submerge myself in soap, I can still smell the sickening scent of Capitol perfumes. Sometimes…I feel sorry that I can’t be a better partner for you sweetheart……and I’m so afraid that you’ll leave me or regret me or feel shameful of me.”

You cup Finnick’s face for him to look at you and there are a thousand emotions visible in your eyes as you speak.

“Are you kidding, Finnick? Look me in the eye when I tell you that I will never regret loving you or feel ashamed of you. I’m so proud to have you as my partner, as my lover, so proud of how strong you are…how strong you remain after the terrible things you had to go through.”

“In fact, my love, I look up to you. You’re my role model Finnick, and if I were in your shoes, I would not be able to handle things half as well as you do. You are kind, amazing, beautiful and definitely not disgusting. Trust me when I say that that is the last thing you’ll ever be. Besides, it wasn’t your choice to kill that tribute, anyone would’ve done the same.”

And with that, his sea green eyes softens, and that smile you’re familiar with finally appears on his face. Dimples when he smiles. You press a soft kiss on his forehead and stroke his hair as the two of you hold each other sleepily, slowly dozing off to a deep slumber. The last words you mutter being:

“I love you, my love.”

“I love you more, honey. And thank you….really.”

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A/N: AHHHH! tell me why I almost cried writing this?! This is my first angst and I think the lost piece I’ve written by far (on this new account). Please like or reblog if you enjoyed this, and follows are most definitely appreciated ;)

Hiiii idk if u take requests but if you do could you write a smut with Finnick Odair where basically finnick is eating her out and she’s tooooo overstimulated and reader pulls his hair a little to hard, in which Finnock replies with

“Yank my hair like that again I won’t touch you for a month.”

PLEASEEEE

Self-Control

Pairing: Dom Finnick x whiny fem reader

Notes: oral (fem receiving), punishment, hair pulling, slight degradation, overstimulation, fingering, edging

A/N: OKIE DOKIE so actually, in my head, Finnick loves it when you tuck on his hair but for you I’ll change it a bit, also I slightly altered the idea of the request ;)

Minors DNI

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Your shared bedroom is set alight by the pearlescent moonlight shining in through curtain gaps, a light scent of sea salt and musk whiffing through the air from Finnick. The scent is intoxicating; you’re sprawled out on the ruffled sheets with Finnick buried between your legs, your loud moans echoing through the room.

The two of you had attended a party earlier on, and from the lack of attention you received from Finnick who was too busy socialising with the other victors, you decided to tease him in hope that he would finally satiate the immense desire you felt. You tried to pull many tricks-softly running your fingers down his arms, tugging on his sleeves needily, and batting your eyelashes at him knowing he can’t resist.

“Honey, I know that you’re needy tonight, I’ll give you what you want when we go home, I promise,” he’d say at your attempts to break him, but you’d whine with a slight pout, unable to wait any longer.

Finnick’s last straw was at dinner when you decided to run your hand up and down his thigh underneath the table cloth, circling that sweet spot of his through the fabric of his pants. Finnick is a patient man, and you knew you were in deep trouble when he sent a stern look your way instead of his usual sweet ‘not now’.

This is how you end up with your legs wrapped around Finnick’s head, hands tugging on his golden blonde hair, as he continues with his assault on your clit. His tongue skilfully flicks and draws patterns on your swollen clit as he fucks you with two thick fingers at a torturously fast pace. You feel your climax building up for the fourth time tonight but is denied that sweet release as Finnick purposely pulls his fingers out before plunging them in your heat again.

You mewl as your climax is ripped away from you once more, feeling so overly stimulated. Your face is tearstained, whining as you accidentally pull at Finnick’s hair a little too hard, making him groan whilst his mouth is still attached to your clit, sending vibrations through your body.

“Careful now, sugar,” Finnick warns as his teeth gently grazes your clit as a warning, making you whimper quietly.

“I-It’s too much…I said I’m sorry Finn, I’ll never do it again…please let me come” you beg, sounding so desperate as you attempt to grind on his face, earning some friction.

“Please-”

Finnick lifts his head up from your throbbing heat, scoffing as he tilts his head at you, his fingers continuing to thrust deeply as he stares you in the eye with a mocking look.

“I expected better than you honey, but you acted like a desperate whore. I told you I would give you what you wanted when we came back home but you were just such an impatient little slut, weren’t you?”

Finnick sneers, his pearly white canines flashing as he does so, “you really can’t go an hour without riding my fingers huh?”

His head dives back between your legs, angling his fingers, and he finds that sweet spot once more which makes your back arch in pleasure. He adds his tongue once more, circling and tracing figure eights on your clit which makes your body shudder and mouth agape.

Finnick has been edging you for nearly an hour, denying you releases after releases, and the overstimulation you feel is almost painful. Every single touch drives you insane and the sensitive you feel is certainly not helping.

Finnick suddenly switches to sucking your clit instead, and you have to use every strength in your body to stop yourself from coming right then or else the punishment would be worse. You forget about Finnick’s warning from earlier, and you accidentally yank at his hair, a raspy growl falling from his lips.

“What did I tell you huh, sugar?”

“Mark my words honey, tug at my hair like that again and I won’t let you come for a month, let alone touch you. It’s time to teach you some self control.”

You whimper at his words. If only you had listened.

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A/N: to whoever requested this, I hope it lived up to your expectations. I did kind of change it a bit so I’m sorry if it’s different to what you wanted 😭 once again, reblog and likes are appreciated, a follow would be great :)

silver soul !

pairing; finnick odair x fem reader

summary; you’ve been reaped for the 68th annual games,as you say your goodbyes you realize the ocean is not the only thing you are leaving behind.

contains ; ANGST, sadness, unconfessed loves.

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you’re sitting atop the smoothest rock nearing the shoreline, too close to be dry but too far to be soaked. the air is cool despite the season. something somber lays in the air- as if nature can read the silence between you and finnick.

oh, finnick.

you wait for him to speak, for him to say goodbye and let you go. let you move onto your impending doom. but he doesn’t speak- he doesn’t even move. no noise is emitting from him, you’re not even sure you can hear his breathing- the typically obnoxious huffs and puffs he exudes are gone and he remains next to you in these final moments on district 4- refusing to speak.

he’d prayed to any god that would listen for the 68th hunger games to have mercy on you. he wouldn’t give just an arm and a leg for your safety. he would give anything that belonged to him to ensure that you’d return home, back to him, back to whatever you two were in.

he could’ve crumpled to the floor when he’d heard your name called, when nobody had volunteered. why you? why not anyone else? anyone but her.

“i’ll be okay.”

you couldn’t promise that, you knew it was a lie, you’re only 16, you have nothing to depend on getting you through the games.

“i’ll be your mentor. i’ll find you sponsors. let me help you.” finnick pleads, his eyes lowly looking into yours.

it is only then you want to break into pieces in his arms. you want to sob. you want to retreat back to your family, back to his safe presence. he looks so pure with the sparkle of grace in his eye, deeply at variance to the picture that’s been painted to the capitol. his altruistic belief in you when even now, you are certain you won’t make it far in these games, gives you a rush.

you don’t respond to his desperate offers. you only look down to your lap- at your dress playing with the simple garment. you laugh breathily, “what are the odds.”

‘not in my favor’ he selfishly thinks. he may still have a life whether you win or lose this game- but will he be alive? will he have his anchor?

he shames the world, shames the capitol, shames all of the people who sat back and let you walk onto that stage, shames the game makers who would ever let you step foot in that arena. he needs you to be okay. this world is cruel, cruel to do this to his girl.

“please trust me, i will get you out of these games. you will be a victor and we can live in peace, y/n.”

he sins. he lies. he deceives. straight through his teeth. no matter the outcome you will never live in peace once your out of this. you will never be the same girl.

you think back to his own games. though he has yet to directly say his nightly terrors, his daily horrors, the acts he’s committed that he will never say as he looks into your loving eyes. the capitol has not had lenience on this boy, only a boy, but with troubles of a man.

there is no outcome of this predicament that either of you favor. no scenario in which the world grants you the rest you deserve. you want to scream, cry, pour your heart into him. let him fully consume every fiber that holds you together, all the words you’ve never yet said to him lay heavy on your heart. now it is your turn to stay silent, to lose all oxygen in your lungs, let the blood leave your face. but your voice fails you, “i trust you finnick.”

i trust that i am safe with you. i trust that you won’t let me die. i trust that i will make it back to you. i trust you.

he pulls you into him, his cheeks are wet, there’s a lump in his throat but he does not speak. he simply holds your head onto his chest- his fingers lock into yours as if that’s where they were made to lay.

your words continue to lie dormant in the back of your shared minds- but you let the angry waves speak for you. the greying sky share your sadness, the cold drops of water that reach your legs will bring you back to life- rejuvenate your soul ties. this is the peace you’ve been granted- this is all that is fair in your life.

only in this moment will he have you as you are now, in his arms, still so fragile but he holds you intact.

I DON'T KNOW WHY I BITE ?

pairing; finnick odair x f!reader

summary; few years after winning his games, finnick endures the trials of being a victor and all he needs is a helping hand.

contains; ANGST, comfort, descriptions of forced prostitution, descriptions of gore, murder, typical hunger games mortality etc etc. not proofread… ever

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the room once filled with a bond you could not quite replace, is now empty, gray. it lacks the golden boy who brings light to every aspect of your life- and it has been for two months now.

you know where he is, what he’s doing, and who he’s with. you know the light of his soul will be snuffed away by the calloused deceiving hands of the capitol- their everlasting appetite to claim their control over citizens and victors alike.

you almost dread the sound of your front door unlocking. your mind manifesting his misery would be long gone- begging to a higher power that he will be okay- that the pillars of his body are not crumbling in on itself.

nevertheless, as you near the front door- you see it in his eyes. he almost looks like the same 14 year old that got thrown into a death match and came out with two legs and two arms- but this time his legs can’t carry him any longer, his arms are practically hanging off his tired body.

the door is still open behind him, the chilled air seeping its way into your once warm home. his shoulders are slumped, there is no light in his eyes- only that small tinge he adorns when he is with you.

you want to pull him into your arms, to kiss the disgust off of his features, to show him he is unworthy of this muck treatment, that he is the only light that cannot be choked out, the anchor that is not misplaced, he is right where he needs to be now.

there’s a silent understanding, you can see the falter in his steps as he tries to walk towards you- so close to disintegration you can almost see his seams falling apart one by one.

you meet him halfway- pulling him into you- now you must be his pillar. you must cover his ears, quiet his thoughts.

his tears coat your shirt, your fingers run through his scalp. he wants to crawl out of his skin. he can still feel a touch that isn’t yours- it sets his nerves alight.

why won’t you leave me. his mind screams- but his voice can’t carry these words. leave me here, let me rot.

you can feel him self destruct, his knees fail and now you are kneeling infront of his vulnerable frame. you want him to look at you, to see what you see, but who are you to ask for more?

but all he sees is grief, blood from kids his age- even younger, he feels hands all along his chest- his back, he smells roses- luxury- a scent that isn’t home, he tastes metallic blood from his lips- gnawing from anxiety, he hears the praises- he hears that he’s special, that he’s so humble, what a handsome young man he is.

“i wish i could be good.”

you can’t see his face, you are glad in a way- you don’t think you’d be able to take it. “you are good finnick,” your own tears fall. “if anything you are good.”

you want to yell these words, scream them at him. so inconsiderate of you- but how dare he not see this is not his fault? a puppet has no control over his own arms.

finnicks mind screams more at the capital than himself now. your tactics have worked. you have taken every last bit of my innocence away. you control me. he begs to be left alone, he begs to be so pure and unsuspecting again.

you both know his fate, you know where he’ll be in a few years. you know that your love alone cannot keep him here- however strong. every inhale feels like poison- but he listens to you murmur as you rub his back, telling him to breath.

you see his eyes now, he tries to drink in your gaze- he wants it to be the last thing he sees, except less concerned, less worn, less worried. despite his thoughts only ever consumed by you, he looked pained- he looks as though he is elsewhere in his mind.

“nothings gonna hurt you now” sanity is a sheltered lie but you would rather surrender your wits than your boy. your fingers dance up and down his back now- erasing the sinful marks left laying in his mind.

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so short so technically a blurb but wtv….

-space song; blurbs

finnick odair f!reader

finnick odair who can’t say no to you- sure he’ll go along with it as long as you’re their with him. finnick odair who braids your hair after a day at the beach. finnick odair who sneaks you gifts when he comes back from the capitol- handmade or stolen. finnick odair who’s large hands find the small of your back when he knows you feel indisposed. finnick odair who stops what he’s doing, at any time, to brush the small piece of hair that’s laying in the wrong spot. finnick odair who, away from all the grossing ears and cameras- rambles to mags about his plans of making you his wife. finnick odair who hugs you frol behind, smelling the salt water in your hair, tracing the curves of your body and kissing your neck. finnick odair who’s eyes light up when you talk about something you’re interested in- even interrupting every now and then with a laugh that tilts his head back and shows off his perfect teeth.

u guys are too sweet to me n my little random blurbs mwah mwah MWAH. in honor, u can choose what u want from me next 😊

finnick odair + black!district 11!reader?? thank you and happy holidays 💓

SEA AND THE ROCK BELOW !

pairing; finnick odair x f!black!district11!reader

summary; you and finnick mentor your tributes before their games. yet only finnick can understand your unease.

contains: ANGST/FLUFF, comfort. mentions of death (it’s the hunger games babe)

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being back at the capitol is bittersweet, the smell of roses overwhelm you in each room your in but you know you’ll find exactly who you’re looking for here.

mentoring two unsuspecting kids- to send them into a battle they’ll likely lose- it haunts you. you could do it millions of times ams yet even then you will not be able to shake the feeling of grief, of failure.

finnick knows where to find you- he maps you out in his heart and finds you in an isolated end of the hotel hallway.

you’ve just sent your tributes off to bed- you’ve given them all you know. they ask how you won your games, how you came out okay.

and you lie through your teeth. i didn’t come out alright. in my mind- i lost my games. you think that anyone who died in your games had won, atleast they’d left with their dignity.

he finds you at the right moment- before you can lose yourself in your mind. finnick pulls you into the most forceful yet endearing hug you’d only ever felt from him.

his love, his trust, his understanding- it all seeps into you. there is only adoration seeping from his pores as he looks at you, as he breathes you in.

you can’t remember the last time you’d seen him, there’s very few times you can cross districts unless it’d been unpleasant visits to the capitol.

you look at him, you can’t find the words.

“i know.” he holds your face, so soft you almost melt. putty under his touch.

you think about your tributes, a thirteen year old boy and a sixteen year old girl. what do they know? they’re babies, someone’s baby, someone’s little boy and girl.

you want to scream, you want to yell, you want to throw things.

“it’s not fair finnick.” you repeat this over and over. you begin to grow hysterical.

your hands go to cover your eyes, your tears spill with each passing breath.

“i can’t do this. every year-“ it takes a piece of you, you want to say.

every year i lose two kids from my district to a cash-rich spectacle for the upper class. for their viewing pleasure.

each year you lose faith. faith that finnick rebuilds each year, faith that he works to restore.

he holds you now, keeps you steady in his arms. kissing your forehead.

“when this is over we’ll be long gone, far away from here.” he speaks into your hair “how many kids do you want? two? eight?”

you laugh, “four.”

“a nice little house by the sea. i can fish, you can lay in the sun, read to me like you always do. our kids will play in the water.”

you can only manage to let out a small mhm of understanding through your smiles- your cheeks still wet.

“but for now, we have to get through this. and i need my girl to be okay. none of this is your fault.”

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a/n; happy holidays babe and ofc. i tried my best but there’s so few places that ppl from two separate districts could get to know each other ykwim 🙁 but i hope u like it.

OUT ON THE SEA WE’D BE FORGIVEN !

pairing; finnick odair x victor!reader

summary; you have had everything drained from you- but there is one thing the capitol cannot take from you and it's the love you and finnick share.

contains; ANGST, parent death, death, descriptions of death, grief, sadness, comfort, murder, forced prostitution, TW president snow being president snow. no happy ending womp womp.

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your world was spinning, your mind was fuzzy, your stomach was doing flips. you'd been in the same position- curled up in the corner of your living room in the victor's village.

your eyes could no longer water- you couldn't remember how long it had been since president snow and the peace keeps had left your home. you couldn't move- you think you remembered that the sun had risen and fallen while you sat in the same spot.

your door bursts open. had you locked it? had you even stood up once?

"mags told me the peacekeepers were here? snow was here?" finnicks frantic, he's horrified, he grabs your hands- stopping them from fiddling with each other. you didn't even realize you were doing so.

you hadn't even looked at him, more so trying to render what had happened yourself- explain it was the least of your concern.

finnick places a hand on your shoulder now, he's desperate- eyes almost begging yours to face him. “y/n. peacekeepers, snow, what happened. are you ok?”

you look at him when he says your name, it is then that your heart starts racing. your parents are gone. you will never see them again. they're gone and they still couldn't protect you in the end. you're still so young.

you are a failure. you deserve what's coming at this point. you must have expected this.

you blink and you can see snows face, his manipulative, evil, face. you can hear his words. you can feel your heart drop all over again.

you swore he was feigning a threat the night of your victory tour- how he told you how desirable you were, how the capitol citizens swooned over you during your initial interviews. so innocent, so pretty.

where would this innocence get you now? when you denied his suggestions, when you told him you wouldn't sell yourself. did you really think you would have the upper hand? that you gained this right because your survived? because you killed so many people merely for a game to the upper class?

you knew he'd threatened you. he'd even said it himself- there would be repercussions. you're so careless. he'd told you their blood was on your hands. your mothers blood was on your hands. your father was buried due to your shortcomings.

and now, all of the bloodshed- for nothing. when snow had mentioned finnick- briefly before he left. you almost cried, almost.

this time you knew he wasn't lying. and you couldn't let him take everything from you. you'd agreed to the thievery of your innocence, your dignity.

you were now a doll for the capitol- theirs for the taking. they could have you when they wanted. all you'd have now was finnick. "they killed my parents finnick,”

your voice was low, the words were foreign to you. "they killed my parents and now their threatening to kill you.”

he didn't need to ask who, or for what. he'd known since the moment you came out of your games alive. why didn't he warn you? would it have helped?

he was scared himself. scared that if he told you your probabilities of getting sold that they would come true. some part of him thought that if he had that dirty reality away it would cease to exist.

he pulled your head into his chest, still in the floor. "it's not your fault princess. this is not your fault.”

you shook your head and pulled away from him. “this is my fault finnick. i did this to them."

"you didn't know-" his own heart was breaking.

"i knew!" your voice was getting louder by the second. “i knew and i thought i was- that i was better than that. that i could escape it." your words were broken up, voice unsteady, cheeks now damp with tears.

“this is what he does, sweetheart. this isn't your fault. he wants you to think it is but it's not.” his hands were on your face wiping away your tears. "snow wants you to blame yourself- to think you've ruined it all for nothing. but you haven't.” he wants to tell you it will all be okay, that it gets better- but how would he know? you are now two sides of the same coin.

you want to be better, to believe him, but you don't know how to try.

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hopefully 2024 will bring happier blurbs from me but for now this is all i got. last post of the year!! love u all thank u for the love and i hope u all have a blessed new year! mwah😇

as always, reqs r OPENNN! use em!!!

honeymoon w finnick HNNNNNNGGGGJJJHH😫😫😫

OOOOOOH BABYYY YES.

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your ‘wedding’ is small, almost unofficial. he proposed to you on one of your typical mornings. waking up- wrapped up in your sheets. he insisted you go to the shore with him during sunrise. much to your groggy dismay you go and you are more than pleased.

for rings he 100% thought about this, maybe something small, simple from a little store in town- something he knows you’d love to have on your finger 24/7.

your honeymoon- on the other hand…. he will persistently call you his wife, without a doubt. “how is mrs odair this morning?” when he’s cooking breakfast. or he’s ontop of you, your hands in his hair, his lips on your neck. “am i making my wife feel good?” this no doubt fuels his possession over you.

every morning you wake up, he’s kissing you- and then your eating, going to the beach, reading in silence, the days go by so fast with him. and he is, by no means, leaving your side. he says you make him feel like he’s breathing again. his hand always around your waist, or your fingers are interlocked and he brings your ring finger to his lips.

and in what world is he going to let you do anything? he’s carrying you to bed, he’s carrying you to the shower, making you breakfast, washing your hair, picking out your clothes.

and don’t let me get too rowdy about the nights of your honeymoon… insane.

hi! I love your writing and I was wondering if you could do something with finnick where reader was hijacked like peeta, and is violent to finnick because the hallucinations brought back memories of him killing tributes that she was friends with in the 75th hg (like the careers?) No worries if you don't feel like writing it! if you could have a slightly fluffy ending that would be great, but you decide!

WHERE NO ONE CAN REACH YOU !

pairing; finnick odair x f!reader

summary; as per req :)

contains; violence, brainwashing, trauma, descriptions of death, established relationship, canon hunger games violence.

you knew where you were, and you knew you did not want to be in district 13 strapped down to a hospital bed- nurses eyeing you as if you were the real threat here. you just wanted to be left alone, you wanted to stop flinching and thrashing at every touch of the doctors.

your thoughts were interrupted by finnick. rushing towards you. the minute his hands were on your shoulders pulling you into him- enthralled with his scent, the sea of worry in his eyes, you felt sick.

something had switched in your brain- why was he here? did the doctors know it would be unsafe to leave him alone with you?

images flashed in your mind, your own friends falling to their demise by his bloody hands, you saw every last bit of life leave their eyes. did that please him? did it rejuvenate him to know he was killing for nothing?

was he going to kill you now too?

"get off of me! get away from me!" you scream lashing out of his grip.

you IV rips out of your arm in the process. hit after hit to his body as he cries out your name, desperately trying to retrieve you back into his arms. you were home to him, what was he to you now?

"you monster! look at what you've done! you killed all of them!"

finnick turned his own pain away, he knew he was a monster, he'd never be able to stop the regret flowing in his veins- he would lose himself to it- it only hurt to hear from you. your words, your anger, pain and desperation only made it all the more real to him. but he only wanted you back in his arms, was it too much to ask?

"angel, please?" his voice is desperate now, almost a reflection of your own. please lay in my arms, please let me hold you, please forgive me- for I know what keeps me up at night pains you too.

you didn't fight when his hand met your shoulder this time, you only sobbed. your cries ripped through his heart. he sat behind you and pulled you into him.

you wailed incoherently now, I cant's and I don't know's. but he understood, of course he could. finnick let his hands move the hair out of your face, away from the tears streaming down your face- he could always take care of you, even if he couldn't fix the war tearing apart your brain, the capitols grip on you, what they took control of- there would always be finnick, trying to fix you.

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this is a blurb babe im so so sorry its short ;(((

BABYDOLL !

pairing; finnick odair x f!reader

summary; finnicks a tease, so mean. but there's nothing more he wants to hear in his life than your gratifications.

contains; SMUT!! pure filth, fingering, p in v, lots of tension leading up, teasing, sub!reader, a few tears shed, pet names, lmk if i missed anything!

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you knew that look, it would never fail to take the breathe from your lungs.

the look that finnick gives you when you’re rambling on and on about your day and all he can look at is your plump lips, the bow that’s in your hair, the small silver pendant that lies facetiously above your chest- so provocative, so tantalizing.

you turn your focus back to sliding the last of the clean plates into their spots in the cabinet- yet you stay leaned into the counter, still speaking.

“just been awful cold out on the water, s’been bad out.”

finnicks shows this look once more as a warning, almost. his eyes are low, dark- if looks could kill you’d been dead a while ago- though you almost are now.

he looks at you like he wants to devour you, like all he needs to survive is to worship you. “so bad.” he voice is even- much unlike your heart that has seemed to stop beating.

“hm?” his double meanings causing you to feel lightheaded.

he gets up from his spot, caging you into the counter with his arms, looking down on you now. “the weather. what’s my baby thinking about?” he zeros his eyes in on yours.

“nothin’ fin.” he hasn’t even touched you and you’re acting dumb already, your cheeks are pink, knees weak.

he turns his head- his height still opposes yours in this position- something about it makes you ache inside. “don’t lie, i thought you were my good girl?”

by this point you know he doesn’t care for your answer, he just wants to see how long you can go pretending you’re not so desperately needing him inside of you- two can play that game.

“i am your good girl, finnick.” you say, looking up to him with big eyes.

he rolls his tounge over his lips, jaw slack as he huffs to himself , moving into those same plump lips he’s been looking at for the past hour.

his lips move against yours slowly until his tongue cards though your own lips and into your mouth. even in his own desperations he is not messy, or rough, but simply passionate.

he leaves a new trail of his lips down your neck, agonizingly slow. he knows each second of this matters to you, and somehow each time he makes it feel new all over again.

his hands run down your sides, stopping on the back of your thighs to hoist you onto the countertop. he allows you to relish in this new position, you eye level with him. until again his hands find the backs of your thighs, carrying you into his room- laying your bottom down at the end of the bed.

his mouth finds your neck again, it’s hot, not rushed but needy. he wanted to ruin you, to watch you fall apart as his mouth got to work on you but when you whined out an oh-so pitiful, “i need you fin.” he knew what it was you wanted so badly.

but who is he to let you get what you want just like that? he needed some more convincing. “thought you were my good girl?” finnick tuts, he’s mean, he’s cruel.

“i am! i am!” you plead, he’s got you so worked up- rutting against him and he has your arms pinned down.

“act like it, babydoll.” and it takes all of your restraint to act like it, you take what he gives you when he feels like it.

only when his index finger hooks under the strap of your top do you get your own satisfaction, his hands run along your chest, kissing, sucking. until they find the waistband of your skirt, he studies your skirt- wonders if he should leave it on, tease you for it, but ultimately takes it off aswell.

never will he fail to be enamored with your body, he has to refrain from pulling his own face in between your legs.

your free hand reaches the collar of his loose shirt, his mouth is back in yours as he lets your fingers fumble with the buttons of his shirt before it’s completely undone, tossed elsewhere in the bedroom.

his hand kneads the fat of your hips, earning a soft noise of approval simply by his touch.

he never wants to hear anything else in his life, he thinks. finnick chases these sounds of pleasure from you, his fingers immediately finding your warmth, sinking his own two fingers into it.

you gasp, unprepared for such an intrusion- but he just couldn’t help himself.

his fingers continue working at a steady pace- until they curl, the world spins on its axis. “right there finnick!” your mouth is hanging open, and as much as he’d like to listen in to you whisper his name breathlessly- like a prayer- he can’t help but bring his pink lips to yours again.

you writhed in this pleasure, this satisfaction only he could bring you, he knew this, he loved this. until it all stopped, finnick withdrew his fingers, much to your dismay. he licks them clean.

you whimper, tears follow with the loss of friction and he can’t help but strain against his pants at the sight.

this beautiful woman below him? so desperate for his cock? it almost seems like it can’t be real.

“just be patient, angel.” he undoes his own pants, it doesn’t take long- even he can’t hide the fact of how badly he needs you.

you both are rid of every bit of clothing you’d once adorned, he nudges at your folds. “is this okay?” his eyes filled only with honesty, pure honesty.

“yes! please.”

finnick smiles, a smile short lived once he buries himself deep into you- his ears also pleasured as you cry out, clenching around him.

finnicks hand plays with the ends of your hair as he huffs out air. “gotta ease up baby, won’t last if your s’tight.” he purrs.

you nod, you can’t even speak and somehow that drives him more insane.

he rocks into you, leaving you fully before entering you without missing a beat. each thrust your back arches up more into him, chest more visible.

his fingers hyperfixtiate on your silver pendant, the pads of his hands caressing the heart locked as he stills inside of you.

“so pretty.”

“please.” you beg him, but he only moves his hands to your face, running his thumb over your lip, trying to etch your fucked-out features into the back of his mind.

you clench around him now, making him snap in and out of you faster. “this what you want? me to use you?” he cooes, words so sharp but the voice of an angel.

you’re close and you know he is too by the way his hips stutter each time he re-enters you.

vulgar words flow out of each of your mouths like a string as you both reach your high, your face hidden in his shoulder, his lips on your forehead.

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i’ve never ever written smut before so lemme cook ill get better i promise, as always REQS OPEN USE EM!!!!

A LITTLE DEATH !

kianna’s masterlist

☾angst, ✩ fluff, 𖦹 smut

finnick odair;

silver soul☾

you’ve been reaped for the 68th annual games,as you say your goodbyes you realize the ocean is not the only thing you are leaving behind.

I don't know why I bite☾

few years after winning his games, finnick endures the trials of being a victor and all he needs is a helping hand

if you built yourself a myth☾

finnicks failure of being able to save you and bring you to district 13 will eat away at him until he is blessed to see your face again.

sea, and the rock below☾✩

you and finnick mentor your tributes before their games. yet only finnick can understand your unease.

on the sea, we'd be forgiven☾

you have had everything drained from you- family, body, dignity but there is one thing the capitol cannot take from you and it's the love you and finnick share.

babydoll𖦹

finnicks a tease, so mean. but there's nothing more he wants to hear in his life than your gratifications.

hidden prayer ✩

finnick realizes he loves you. and after all, there's only one thing in this world keeping him sane.

kiss it off me ✩

finnick can’t take his eyes off of you in any crowd- but he can take care of you, what’s new?

ride cowgirl 𖦹

a slow kiss with finnick has a twist of fate- mores a twist of positions.

knew the game & played it

PART TWO —> KILLS TO KNOW

finnick has to let you go to save you- he can’t simply see you off if he still has his teeth sunk in- he has to make you hate him.

believe me now? ☾✩

finnick odair, to love you- to protect you, battles it out with tough love that you can’t quite see.

winnners prize 𖦹

tough love turns to rough luck, mentor!finnick cant help but worship you, and victor!reader can’t wait to have him. (continuation of believe me now?)

female robbery ☾

meeting finnick at your capitol victor party, he is nothing short of entranced.

one for the road ☾

you’ve been finnicks since the moment you met, after your interviews you break- who can fix you better than him?

pity party ☾

finnick odair is a man of many fortunes, all he wish he didn’t posses- red, hot, and irate he lets it fool you.

-FEVERS !

a finnick odair series.

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space song✩

honeymoon w/finnick ✩ suggestive? (𖦹)

finnick & hijacked!reader☾✩

finnick & hypergirly!reader☾✩

married life w/finnick

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A HIDDEN PRAYER !

pairings; finnick odair x f!reader

summary; finnick realizes he loves you. and after all, there's only one thing in this world keeping him sane.

contains; FLUFF, no established relationship, lil smooches, pre quarter quell, lil bit of angst (just finnick beating himself up over not realizing sooner) physical touch and words of affirmation.

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your bodies were soaking wet, having splashed around in the water previously.

finnick had appreciated you up until now he liked having someone who understood him, someone who would do so much as run out to the sea at midnight because he couldn’t sleep. a nice companion.

ever since he’d won his games he only kept a few people close, a few people to remind him he wasn’t losing his mind. you were one of those people- you always had been.

now, the waves creep up to your ankles as the two of you rest on the shoreline. you could hear the rise and fall of his chest- you didn’t mind. you were calm in his presence, in moments like these you didn’t need words to understand how he was feeling, vice versa.

you get a shiver up your back, your shoulders shake. finnick internally scolds himself, stupid me. why would i let her get in the water with no extra layers? there’s nothing he can do now except pull you into his chest- this time, you don’t think you can sit in silence.

your cheeks are hot. your shoulder feels numb in contact with his chest. finnick doesn’t realize the intimacy of his act until he felt you stiffen against him. he doesn’t regret it- but he has not a clue what to say now.

amidst all of his panic, he catches your eye- you look up at him- and he doesn’t know what for. all he can focus on is you. have your eyes always been that pretty? is this his first time getting lost in them? your skin is glowing in this moonlight and your hair, this must be a curse.

who’s to say he can’t have you? that you can’t be his? when he would give so much for you? his eyes are heavy on yours you feel as though it’s too physically taxing to pull your eyes away from his, how could you when they were so full of something you never saw before?

you turn to face him now, the words are lost in your throat. you want to speak- he sees that, his hand is running along your face as if it’s something so fragile- so precious.

he can recognize the look in your eyes, only because it mirrors his own. so confused, so dazed, so scared of this new feeling.

finnick hadn’t known love his whole life, he was stripped of love so many times before, but then again- he was familiar with the idea of it.

and instead of this innocent love being taken away, it felt like it was poisoning his mind this time.

“finnick,” your mouth opened once more to say something, anything. there was so much running around your head yet, your mouth was dry.

his eyes were still so full, so adoring, “i know.” no words were spoken, nobody had spewn love from the depths of their brain- but yet a mutual understanding was formed.

his lips were on yours in seconds, not rushed, not desperate, not messy. simple soft, trying to soak it all in, to remember this moment. the moment of your clothes being completely soaked through, his sleep shirt being lost in the sand, his hair tousled, yours dripping wet, sand stuck to your knees and elbows, so flawed, but all intact.

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EYE CANDY !

pairing; finnick odair x f!victor!reader

summary; finnick odair is charming, finnick odair is strong, finnick odair is so easy to see through.

contains; slight mention of underage drinking, uhhhh a glimpse into forced prostitution if u squint, fluff.

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you’d survived 21 days in the wilderness, fighting for your life, only to return to the capital and refuse to where, what you called; “extravagant pony get-ups.” it was either you’d dress yourself or you simply wouldn’t attempt your own crowning.

your responses in your interviews were bold, carefully played. unique and engaging enough to be sought after but tamed enough to still appease the capitol citizens.

finnick had heard what people had said about you, some had said you were too disorderly and rowdy- others thought you were careless and young enough to bring a new sense of purpose.

finnick however, could care less about what others thought, the minute he’d seen your interviews- he needed to meet you, to see this whole charade for himself.

it was at a capitol party, your mentor in your games had left your side and finnick was ready to sink his teeth in. you bumped into his shoulder- turning around abruptly.

his smile, his perfect hair- you knew he thought he could make you faint by one look, you however, saw this as a challenge. taking it a upon yourself to stick your hand out in introduction; “y/n l/n, and you are?”

finnick laughed, bringing your hand up to his lips, “finnick odair. i’ve seen your recklessness in the capitol- and i adore it.”

now he was really trying to woo you, you let out a genuine laugh at his antics. “that’s cute, finnegan. sadly, i have a party to get back to!” you continued to laugh out as your body slid past his, his jaw was slack, his head was hanging low.

this was clearly not what he had intended to happen.

you two would run into eachother plenty of times sense then, seeing as you were both eye-candy to the capitol. each time your assaults on his ego would lessen until you were able to have decent conversations.

you were unlike anyone or anything he’d ever seen before, you looked so sweet yet your stare was deadly, your voice was soft but your words laced with venom.

he’d learned very quickly that your mind was only stuck on surviving, on getting out. but he was there for you.

he’d been there for you when you’d been too wasted on whatever you’d drunk at the capitol for your own good. he’d been there for you when your strong facade had broken, been there for you on the highs and lows.

he admired your fashion, it was so different from what he’d seen those in the capitol wear, but also had that unique pop of color or grande effects.

he’d seen every district before, spent many night with women and men of the capitol yet he’d never seen someone who was born into such a grey atmosphere embrace color so openly at the same time.

he’d definelty watch you do your makeup in the morning, making little comments “how did you do that?” and “how are you going so close to your eyeball?”

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hi queen! I just watched saltburn and I was in love with how Venetia dressed in it I’m not sure if you watched it but there are some vids on tiktok about her so I was wondering if you could do a finnick odair x fem who dresses very similarly like very 2006 like she’s super girly but at the same time not like she has black smudged eyeliner isn’t the nicest person and she definitely humbled finnick when they first met

uhm yes I CAN!!! here it is!! I tried my hardest but my brain look is not working rn but I hope I did good for u babe MWAH and ty for requesting!!

KISS IT OFF ME !

pairing; finnick odair x f!dist4!reader

summary; finnick can’t take his eyes off of you in any crowd- but he can take care of you, what’s new?

contains; FLUFF, established relationship, finnick is still pining for reader, alcohol consumption- but positively i guess, reader is anxious in the beginning, objectification by the capitol as per usual.

a/n: i hope im not misunderstood but when i put specific photos or outfits/hairs in the headers of my works that is not directly what i am picturing the reader as! its more-so the hairstyle, or the outfit- or simply the aesthetic of the picture. not the race, hair nor body type. ur all cutie pies. ok anyways onto the fic kiss kiss.

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“well would you look at that!” your stylist squeals in your ear, “from the moment you won your last games i have just been dying to design for you again and… here we are!” she ushers you to spin around.

she’d always been kind to you, perhaps less kind to your dignity- always wanting to flaunt you like a show pony- but nonetheless her support had always been there.

“it’s beautiful, thank you.” you smile small at her. so bittersweet, she was oh-so ecstatic to dress you up once more but to you- this meant less serenity to you. more agitation, more distress, more death.

it felt like a paradox, to be adorned in this sweet, innocent, baby pink before you’re sent away to a grim world once again- you’d already gone off on a tangent to finnick. you’d both sobbed solemnly about the cruelty of it all, how you would never be able to live in peace.

but finnick just wanted you both to have this one night, to indulge in the capitol before you were sent of to your deaths, obviously he would see the brighter side of thing- blabbering about plutarchs plan and how he only needs to protect you, katniss, and peeta until he can get you out of there.

sounds so very simple doesn’t it?

once you’d finished your interview you attended a party, a celebration for the third quarter quell. how ironic, what was there to celebrate?

you’d seen the food platters, the spiked drinks, and indulge you did.

your brain had been fuzzy by the time you’d escape the overbearing class of the capitol citizens, who wanted to know every detail of your life.

it was then- finnick had spotted you- so inebriated you’d genuinely laugh at something the woman next to you said.

feasibly being that she’d said something so pretentious you couldn’t help but tilt your head back in laughter. but nonetheless he admired.

he admired your dress, your smile, the way your eyes slightly disappeared when you laughed, the way your hair was laying down your back. he was simply under the spell of you.

it was then your eyes met his smitten ones, so love drunk- or possibly just drunk- that you’d excused yourself and made a beeline straight for him.

he’d encaptured you with warm arms, a leather corset-like article of clothing consumed his waist- followed by his white buttoned down that seemed to be unbuttoned.

you noticed the way his eyes consumed you- not like the others did. not like you were a piece of cake, not like you were something they had to have for the night, but someone who lit his chest alight.

“you look beautiful.” he murmurs into your hair, his hands around your waist.

“i hardly feel that way- im scared, i think.”

he shook his head, pulling you from his warm embrace much to your dismay. “don’t be. you’re with me right now.” finnicks plush lips lay atop your forehead now.

you laugh as he continues to peck your face, giggles leaving your lips.”so beautiful.”

it was only when you nearly toppled over your unnecessarily long pumps that he took not of your consumption.

“so head over heels it seems you’ve had a little to much to drink. what do you say i get you back to your room now? hm?” he straightens you back up. “run you a bath?”

you let out a muffled mm into his chest, your other hand placed on the side of his chest holding you steady. “love you s’much finn.”

it was his turn to laugh now, there was no mockery, no heinous act behind it, just you and finnick. “i know baby.”

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dude your writing has literally altered my brain chemistry omg i LOVE it and wanted to see if i could send a finnick req. in? maybe something with a district 4 victor!reader and they both got reaped together (either for third quarter quell or previous games) and they show at a party or something and finnick is just enamored by the reader the whole night, especially their outfit xx

loved writing this one. u worded this amazingly and i hope u liked it baby. kiss kiss.