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peeta mellark is everything i want but butch and nerdy
𝐏𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐚 𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖
info : alternate universe where you and peeta both won, and he confesses his feelings for you. luckily you feel the same!
You glance outside your room in the Victors Village, taking in the view of the dull blue sky with clouds covering the sun. Today was a morally grey day for you. Despite winning the Games, you had no family to come back to, nobody to share your riches with. Nobody even bothered to stop by.
That is, until Peeta Mellark was standing outside your door with a basket full of bread in his arms.
You watched him for a few seconds, fathoming that someone was actually at your house.
"Peeta?" You ask, befuddled. "What're you doing here?"
"Just dropping off some fresh loaves," Peeta smiles warmly. "Could I come in?"
"Yeah," you say, a little too fast. You clear your throat and say it once again, "yeah."
Before you know it, Peeta's already gotten you to sit down and has smeared the loaves with butter on a plate, ready to eat.
"Wow," you say, eating a slice of the bread. Still warm, you think to yourself.
Peeta lets out a small chuckle, sitting opposite of you. "I'm glad you like it. I find myself baking a lot after coming back home."
You take a pause from shovelling down the food and look at him.
"How are you? Y'know, after the Games,"
"I think i've just been keeping to myself recently." Peeta says curtly. "The only thing that helps take my mind off of it is, well, you."
"Me?" you say, taken aback yet again. Since when was he so bold? Is there another reason for him coming to your house?
"Yeah," He says, a little flushed. "y/n, I need to tell you somethin-*
"Peeta, do you like me?" You say, suddenly understanding what's going on here.
His eyelids are completely folded back into his eye sockets when you say this, and it causes him to turn insanely red. He lowers his blonde head bashfully, nodding.
Peeta Mellark. The boy with the bread. This guy, whom you've crushed on since the beginning of time was infront of you, a shy, anxious mess.
At first, you just thought he was really cute. Big brown eyes, straight blonde hair, and a smile that could light up the sky. This crush had soon turned into something much, much more once you two had been chosen for the Hunger Games. The glances you'd give each other, the fake dating already in motion, the signs were all there.
You were in love with Peeta Mellark.
"Look, I know it was a long shot, and I don't expect you to accept my feelings just because I said this, but I hope you'll at least consider-" You get up from your seat and cut him off with a kiss which causes him to go completely rigid.
You pull away, licking your lips and relishing in the sight of Peeta completely stunned by this action.
"H-hey.. what was that? At least let me-" Again, rudely interrupted by another smash to his lips.
"You talk too much," You say, caressing the back of his neck. He shudders, not raising his head. You tilt his chin up with your index and thumb, and you make him look you in the eyes.
"Peeta, I like you too," You finally say. This simple sentence makes him resemble a deer caught in headlights.
"Don't joke with me, just saying that because I said it," Peeta says, choking up. "Don't lie to me like that."
"I'm not lying," you say, but then you catch a glimpse of his teary-eyed face.
"Hey," You say softly, cupping his cheek in your hand and using your thumb to rub his cheekbone.
"Hi," He says, sniffling. You smile.
"I do like you. A lot, okay?" You say, giving him a kiss near his eye, where his tears fell. A kiss on his cheek and another on his jaw, making your way down to the nape of his neck. His breath hitches and he lets out a soft gasp, like he wants to set you off.
“Ngh..”
You try your luck and kiss his collarbone, lightly sinking your teeth into the skin before sucking on it. Peeta flinches, but not before letting out a sound so lewd that it tickles your ear and pushes you away.
"I.. I just need a second," he breathes, but you’re already slinking your arms around him, making him yelp. You tilt your head and rest your face against his chest, feeling his heartbeat pounding in your skull.
"You.. really like me?" Peeta asks, looking directly in your eyes now.
"Yes, I do," You say. "Stop asking me the same question."
Peeta gives you a big grin and repositions himself so he can give you a hug. "This.. is probably the best l've felt in a while,"
You hug him back, and then push his chest so he leans back in the chair he's seated in. You take a seat in his lap, and his legs twitch ever so slightly.
"W-what're you doing?" he asks, obviously intrigued by the way you're beginning to inch up his sweater. You trail your fingers up and down his upper body, which makes Peeta jerk up and back down every time you get close to his nipples.
"I'm going to make you feel even better than you did just a moment ago," you say, tracing the outline of his areolas. He lets out the sweetest moan, which makes you want to tease him a bit more.
“hnnghh..”
"Do you like it when I touch you around here?” You say, using your nail to get closer to Peeta's nipples which are already hardening. You glance at the pink circles and back at him, but he's breathing so heavily and he's already covered his face. You smirk, and finally give him what he wants. Using your index and thumb, you pinch his right nipple upwards, which makes his back arch while he literally gasps for air.
"y-y/n, please— haa.. what are you doing?" Peeta sputters through his yelps of pleasure. "that f-feels weird.. I d-don't like it.."
"Really?" you say, giving the pinkish bud a twist and then flattening your finger pad against it.
Peeta's so flushed, squirming under you, and he's pleading with you to stop touching his chest.
What do you do? Obviously, keep playing with his chest.
Peeta's moans are getting noticeably louder as you begin to suck on his left nipple, taking the sensitive bud and swirling it around your tongue before you nibble on it gently, then biting down on it and keeping the tip of your tongue on the very top of his swollen bud.
"A-aagh! y-y/n.. p-please.." Peeta's eyes are getting glassy, and you snap out of your daze of toying with his chest. You suck on his nipple once and release with a pop that has Peeta flinching and jerking upwards. You cup his cheek again and kiss him, slithering in your tongue in while he's struggling to breathe.
"For someone who doesn't like the feeling, you sure make some cute sounds when I play with your chest," You begin to make your way down, pressing against his erection. "look at that, l've barely touched you and you're already hard."
Peeta's now a bright shade of pink as he fumbles with his hands, ultimately shielding his face so you can't see. You smirk, and you yank his dick out, making him groan.
"H-hey.." he begins, but you're already tracing around the base of his dick, letting your nails trail up the tip and back down again. Peeta's moving his hips on his own at this point, and you're wondering if he could cum just like this.
You suddenly grip his cock, causing Peeta to whimper. "Please.. g-go slow," he mutters, knowing you're not going to stop until you have your way with him.
"Of course I'll go slow," you say, kissing his cheek.
You move up and down slowly. Too slow. You keep at this rate until Peeta looks more relaxed, then you suddenly pick up the pace, makin exclaim. "T-too fast.." he's barely getting his words out as you grip tighter and stroke it, pressing on his tip right before-
"I th-think I'm g-gonna— nghh— cum.. slow down!" Peeta shivers, sinking into the nape of your neck and suppressing his moans as he ejaculates messily into your hands.
He's breathing heavily now, finally removing himself from your shoulder, facing you. You lock eyes with him and before he can talk, you begin pumping his dick again, your motions faster than the last time. He looks perplexed for a moment before he pummels his head back into your shoulder.
"I-I just cam- ah.. Stop!." He sputters, trying to remove your hand from his oh-so sensitive cock, but that only causes you to grip tighter and stroke up and down faster. He's shaking now and you can feel it through his ragged moans and high-pitched whining.
"I-I can't take it, y/n, gah.. p-please!" Peeta's sobbing now, trying so hard not to fall onto the bed. "It's way t-too— hic- sensitive."
You steady him, running a hand through his shaggy blonde hair. “Just once more, hmm?” You whisper directly into his ear, making his back arch. Reluctantly, he nods.
“Good boy." You grin.
You've only been using one hand to stroke him, but you now remove your other hand that has been holding him up and plop him onto the bed to palm his tip.
Peeta's whining and whimpering louder than before, struggling to form words as he pushes his face deep into the foam of the mattress. "N-not the t-tip.. ah— please—“
You grin and lick the spot right below his belly button and you grind your palm into his tip even harder as you stroke ferociously fast. Peeta's eyes look alarmed, like he's never been touched like this.
"W-wait!" He manages to get out. "Stop! s-stop, I feel weird- I think- I think.. haagh—! I'm cumming a-again," He whines into the sheets, desperately trying to hold in his voice.
You kiss him. "Let it out," He shivers, and like before, dives back into the bed's covers.
You press his abdomen once, using your other hand to grind his urethra, and he shoots out another load almost immediately. Amazed by the amount he's let out, you glance up at him.
Peeta's whole face is tear-streaked, the waterworks still going.
"Hey, you okay?" You ask gently, lifting his back up to support his weight as you pull him into a hug. Peeta nods, squeezing back.
"You're so mean," He says, sniffling and wiping away his remaining tears.
You smile before planting another kiss on his head, then his forehead, and then his lips. He pulls away.
"I can't go another round," Peeta says, dead serious. You can't help but laugh.
"Alright," You say, giving him another kiss.
𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝟏 - 𝐒𝐥𝐢𝐩 ‘𝐧’ 𝐒𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞 🥖
info : squirting + vibrator + dry orgasm w/ peeta mellark
wc : 2.2k
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You and Peeta were invited to an event hosted by the Capitol. You couldn’t turn down such an invite, and neither could Peeta.
Haymitch had already had this talk with you. To prove that you’re on the Capitol’s side, you both were to make an appearance. You weren’t there long.
“You two look marvellous!” Effie Trinket squeals, squeezing off your hands and pinching Peeta’s cheek. “You’ll make headlines today!”
It’s true. Your design team had put you in a gorgeous flaming-hot red dress reaching down to your ankles while Peeta accompanies you with a fitted cream coloured suit with bright red accents. You made quite the pair.
After a few hours of drinking, eating, conversing, and dancing, you and Peeta both decide it’s time to call it a night. Just as you were about to leave, you hear voices behind you.
“Y/n! Peeta!” Two people that appear to be a couple approach you.
“Sorry for holding you back,” The man says in that silly Capitol accent, his yellow curly hair bouncing back and forth as he speaks.
“We just wanted to gift you both a little something-something,” The woman on his arm with light-blue skin and neon eyeliner chirps, handing you a white and gold gift bag covered in glitter. “As a congrats to your relationship!”
“Oh..” You say, trying to get a look inside, realizing the gift is wrapped. “Thanks.”
“Go crazy!” The man says, leaving you and Peeta alone, giggling to his lover.
“Well, that was weird,” Peeta chuckles, placing his hand on your back to guide you to the exit. “Let’s go home.”
“Yeah..”
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You step out of the shower and dry yourself off, throwing on a robe and going into the bedroom where Peeta sits, peering at the gift from the Capitol couple.
“You didn’t open it?” You ask, taking a seat in front of him.
“Nah,” He says, finally lifting the wrapped-up box. “Figured I’d wait for you.”
He unwraps the box and from it, emerges a peculiar-shaped bright pink object. Peeta’s eyes widen.
“Is that a toy?” You ask, scooting towards him. Peeta just nods, handing you the item. You spin the package around and find the instructions.
“Step one, place vibrator on any sensitive surface,” You’re taken aback by the words and glance up at Peeta, who’s already looking pinker.
“Step two, turn on the VibeToy and enjoy.” You turn on the button at the bottom of the item, making it buzz to life. You laugh. “This is a vibrator!”
Peeta turns a furious shade of fuchsia as he fiddles with the gift wrapping. “Why would they give us such a thing?”
“Dunno,” You say, a glint of mischief in your eyes. “Wanna try it out?”
Peeta stares at you, with an expression that reeks of are you kidding me?
“I-I mean-“ Peeta fumbles. “If you.. really want me to try it on you..” You blink before bursting into a fit of giggles.
“Peeta, baby,” You press your lips to his, caressing the back of his neck. “I want to try it on you.”
Right on cue, his face turns completely red. “Me?!”
“Yes,” You say, tilting your head all innocent-like. “Come on, just this once!”
Peeta can’t even refuse you. Even if he wanted to, like right now.
“Fine..” He says reluctantly. He begins to slide off his pants when you stop him.
“Keep your clothes on for a sec,” You say, taking the toy out of the box and turning it on the lowest setting. You can already hear the whirring of it as you lower it onto Peeta’s crotch. He immediately yelps out.
“Does it hurt?” You ask, reducing the pressure you had on before, but not fully taking it off of his bulge. “You’re already hard, I mean.”
“No..” Peeta says, kind of puzzled. “It’s kinda ticklish. In a good way.”
You smirk. “Is that so?”
You yank off his pants and his boxers, revealing the sight of blushing dick standing straight up. Peeta flushes.
“I could’ve taken them off myself,” He huffs, watching you fiddle around with the settings on the vibrator.
“Okay, there’s 5 setting levels on this thing,” You say, waving the toy around. “Let’s start our way from the beginning, at the lowest one.”
Peeta nods slowly. “Whatever you say.” You click the vibrator once, bringing it to life. You gently place the toy on the tip of Peeta’s cock, which makes Peeta flinch.
“W-wait..” Peeta gasps as you swirl the vibrator around the head of his dick, twitching with every sensation. “Why.. d-does it feel like it’s higher.. than b-before..? agh..”
“Nope,” You beam, running your nails, which were freshly done for the party, down his length, forcing Peeta to jolt upwards.
“Nghh.. haah..~!” He pants, covering his eyes with his bulky arms.
“Aw, Peeta,” You coo. “Don’t you know that covering your eyes makes it even more sensitive?”
“Wh-wha..-“ He barely has time to get his words out because you immediately press the button on the toy, bringing it to level 2.
“N-no.. w-wait! ah~..” Peeta grabs onto your arm and holds onto it for dear life as you continue to press and prod every inch of his shaft, moving up and down and side to side. “I-it’s too much, please..! mmph~..” He throws his head back.
“Wai-wait! hah.. S-stop, I’m cumming.. agh~!” His whole body shakes with a mind-blowing orgasm, getting all over your hands and some on the toy.
Peeta tries to level his breathing, but to no avail. His body goes slack against yours and you pat his back.
“That was quick,” You regard, noting his cum is kind of liquid-like rather than on the thicker side.
“It’s been a while, okay?” He mutters.
“Peeta, I wanna try making you squirt,” You say confidently, to which he makes a face.
“I’m.. I mean, I don’t think I can.. do that..” He breathes, but doesn’t refuse.
“Let’s put it to the test,” You smile, bringing the vibrator back onto his throbbing dick.
“Wait! Already? I just ca- nngh~..!” The vibration level’s still on 2, so you turn it up a notch.
Level 3 might just be your favourite setting, because Peeta’s moans get longer and pitchier, like he was in heat or something.
“No.. no..” He hiccups, wrapping his arms around you. You lower him onto the mattress, taking in the view.
Peeta lay on his back, glassy-eyed and dazed, arching with every movement of the toy you make.
“Y/n, I.. I can’t go on.. haah..! mu-much longer.. t-turn it.. nngh! off..! ah..” He’s squirming around, trying to get a grip on something, anything. He ends up clasping onto your shirt, balling it up in a fist as he tries to suppress his whimpers.
“Just once more,” You say softly, planting a kiss on his forehead, then his cheek. “I just wanna see you squirt. Just once.”
“O-okay..” He nods and buries his face into the crook of your neck. “J-just once more.. nnh~!”
Along with the toy circling his tip, you also begin to grip the girth of his cock and stroke it, just to get him a little more sensitive.
“Haah! Wa-wait, ple-ease..!” He cries, clawing at your back, holding back tears. “‘m cummin- auh~..! Ag-again..”
He locks you in a tight hug as he lets his load out once more. This time, it’s almost crystal-clear, like water.
One more time, you think to yourself. You know it’ll happen if you get him to orgasm just one more time.
You turn the vibrator up one more, now at level 4, where even you can practically feel the sensation all the way up your arm. Peeta doesn’t seem to register the loud buzzing of the toy.
He sniffles. “Are- are we done..?” You cup his face with your free hand.
“Yeah, we are,” He smiles weakly and nuzzles into your palm. While he’s distracted, you quickly place the vibrator on his tip again. He immediately jumps out of your embrace and he’s covered himself with his hands again.
“H-hey..! ah.. You-you said we were done,” He sobs, his whole body shaking with the sheer feeling of the toy.
“I promise,” You say, licking your lips. “This is the last time.”
“N-no.. ugh.. y-you’re mean,” Tears spill out of his eyes and you immediately kiss them away.
“I’m sorry, baby,” You hush him, stroking his face ever so gently. Once again, a lie. You wanna see your good boy squirt everywhere so badly, quick.
Peeta’s most likely very overstimulated, as he doesn’t realize the click sound of the vibrator being turned up to the highest level.
Peeta folds into himself and you have to keep his upper body pinned down as he whimpers and whines, body trembling.
“Come on baby,” You say. “You’re almost done. Cum for me, and you’re done.”
“No more.. n-no more.. please..!” His moans pick up as the toy moves along his pinkish dick. You focus on the tip once more, knowing that’s his sensitive spot.
“No.. no.. cumming ag-again… nngh!” He looks up at the ceiling, then down at his dick. “Wait- ah..~ it’s weird.. it feels weird.. no.. hnngh-!”
He ejaculates for the third time, his sobs racking his whole body as a clear liquid spurts out of his cock, the entirety of his bottom half and most of the bedsheet getting soaked along with you. Peeta’s breathing heavily.
“Told you it wasn’t impossible,” You say, tapping the slit on his tip. He jerks back, most likely from the sensitivity.
“Y-yeah..” He says shakily. You don’t know why, but seeing Peeta so vulnerable, his body trembling from your touch.. almost makes you wanna go a fourth time.
And so, you do. You press the vibrator against the base of his cock, grinding it in deeper. Peeta instinctively lets out a broken cry.
“No.. s-stop! hic.. augh~!” He can barely form words at this point. You were to blame. “Y-you.. said that was the l- ah.. last t-time!..”
“I lied,” You whisper against his neck, planting a kiss. Peeta shudders at the sensation. It’s all too much. The fourth orgasm ongoing, the kisses, the sensitivity of it all.. he can’t handle it.
“Get— ngh.. o-off.. It’ss- too muc- oh..~” His moans are sickly sweet, and it does not help that he’s crying again. You loved it when he weeped.
So pretty, you think, taking the toy on and off of his dick, making him quiver with every reapplication you do. He suddenly jerks. Once, twice, nothing.
“Nothin..g.. hnngh.. ‘s coming- o-out..” Peeta whines, bucking his hips into the vibrator, desperate to cum just one more time.
“Peeta, I think you just dry orgasmed,” You marvel at the sight. His panting paired with his flushed expression and lewd vocals makes you go feral. He’s jerking his body upwards.
You turn the vibrator on level 5 again, pressing it back against his throbbing erection. He lets out another agitated sound as you gingerly scrape against the head of his cock.
“I’ll make you cum,” You huff, pushing his blonde hair away from his face. You want to see his expression when he climaxes for the fourth time.
You increase the way the toy trails up and down and all around on his cock, and he’s breathing gets faster.
“‘m cu-cumming~! H-hold on.. ple- hic.. please..” He grunts out his climax, releasing whatever he could, which wasn’t a lot.
Peeta’s face is completely flushed, his eyes glossed over from the pleasure overload. He’s in a daze as he shuts his eyes.
“Beautiful,” You grin, realizing that Peeta’s probably too exhausted to retort like he usually would. You hoist him up and give him a kiss.
“Hey,” You say gently, brushing your thumb against his tear-streaked face. “You did so good.”
“Good..” He nods sluggishly as he collapses against you. You chuckle and give his forehead a kiss before picking up the vibrator and placing it in your drawer.
We’ll definitely be using that again, you think to yourself.
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first kinktober!! posted ahead of schedule cuz we yes WE love sub peeta 😂✌🏽
Me the first half of The Backrooms: "oh I get it. He's a down on his luck failed architect and even more failed furniture store owner who's trying to better himself. He'll probably be fascinated with the furniture/architecture of the backrooms and start selling the items there for money + notoriety. And eventually he'll go deeper and deeper to get more and more items until he gets trapped and encounters The Horrors. A classic tale of hubris :) "
Me the second half of the backrooms:
sorry to be a broken record every month but christ menstruation is a stupid concept. oooooh excuse me for not getting pregnant, why the fuck is there goo falling out of me about it? grow the fuck up and reabsorb that shit for nutrients.
I can feel my precious childhood memories being paved over to form new neurons associated with hitting hunting rifle headshots in fortnite
what the fuck he’s beautiful
they killed him for this
must feel so good to be soil absorbing rain
#paint me like one of your french detectives
That horrifying feeling of knowing that I'll never have my epic gay romance because I'm a woman.
technically they never actually say they aren't married 🤷
What is his fucking problem