sugar cube?     

❝ whereas you and i... well, if we see something sweet, we better grab it quick. ❞

[unpudding-deactivated20170830]

the coast (by evanhawke)

[iincensum]

                 ( a breath catches in her throat,                    and whether it’s in response to his words,                    or the pressure he forces upon her                    wandering hand, she can’t tell.                    maybe, (( just maybe )), a combination of both,                    because instead of waiting                    for the end of that hiss—                    she’s adjusting herself so full sets of roseate                    could find his own, all accompanied by                    a sort of broken and unrestrained fervor                    that she was frighteningly unfamiliar with.                    though, languid palm persist in wandering,                    finally manufacturing a scooping motion                    beneath the guidance of his own                    and pressing upwards against him in a way                    she’d hardly considered touching him in the arena.                                     — his body wasn’t unfamiliar terrain,                                        she’s seen it and felt it against her own                                        before. but this is— very different. )

[tridentium]

                  { as her lips silenced his few audible                           noises, finnick raised a set of                           extremities,                           curling them through tousled bangs.                           as she probably knew,                           the girl on fire looked good with                           messy hair. finnick drug his nails through                            it, fingers finally settling on a shoulder.

                                her stillness was unusual for him and once                                 more, finnick led her hand into a                                 seemingly new, rubbing                                  motion for her to learn.

                                        a rough breath was exhaled as soon as                                         nails scraped flesh.                                         watch yourself too, katniss. }

[jonesskillian]

[ragnheiour-deactivated20140121]

where’s finnick?

odair he is!

hahaha

haha

ha

no he’s not

he’s dead

[jonesskillian]

Finnick Odair is something of a living legend in Panem. Since he won the Sixty-fifth Hunger Games when he was only fourteen, he’s still one of the youngest victors. Being from District 4, he was a Career, so the odds were already in his favor, but what no trainer could claim to have given him was his extraordinary beauty. Tall, athletic, with golden skin and bronze-colored hair and those incredible eyes. While other tributes that year were hard-pressed to get a handful of grain or some matches for a gift, Finnick never wanted for anything, not food or medicine or weapons. It took about a week for his competitors to realize that he was the one to kill, but it was too late. He was already a good fighter with the spears and knives he had found in the Cornucopia. When he received a silver parachute with a trident—which may be the most expensive gift I’ve ever seen given in the arena—it was all over. District 4’s industry is fishing. He’d been on boats his whole life. The trident was a natural, deadly extension of his arm. He wove a net out of some kind of vine he found, used it to entangle his opponents so he could spear them with the trident, and within a matter of days the crown was his.

The citizens of the Capitol have been drooling over him ever since.

[tridentium]

i n t r o d u c t i o n :

Muse:

Name: Finnick Odair Nickname(s): Capitol's Golden Boy Birthday: August 3rd Relationship Status: Single Random fact: Johanna was one of the only people Finnick felt like was a true friend.

Mun:

Name: Kaylyn Tumblr URL: starkkbuckks Nickname(s): Kay Relationship Status: Taken Random fact about you: I'm p sure I want to go into animation

[iincensum]

           ( it takes a deep breath, and a temporary crush of                            pride to force that hand any further, to dip                                careful digits beneath the thin fabric of                                undergarments, and surely, they hover                            there, curious eyes clashing with his own               in strewn search of guidance, because god only    knew she hadn’t the slightest clue what she was doing. )            Is the great Finnick Odair developing feelings for the girl from District 12?

[tridentium]

        It's hard to develop feelings for you when I already have 'em.

                      { fresh grass colored hues hold onto olive,                               waiting patiently for her palm to create                                               a scooping motion and press.                                           lips parted, finnick finally raised                                                                                        a hand,                                                                                impatiently,                                             pressing his palm flat over hers,

                                                                  and finally the hiss-- }

[iincensum]

              — then you’re making a mistake.

         ( don’t bet on it, odair,                    because that hand, despite a subtle quiver, and                    a shaky breath is wandering still— pads of delicate                    fingers grazing the careful dip and rise of                    sculpted abdomen, before journeying                    to the grace of his hips.                     his lack of faith is as deadly                    as the heaviest dose of radiation, and                    she’s more than desperate to prove him wrong—                    to prove herself wrong.                    — the bite she places to a throbbing pulse point                        only confirms that. )

                Needing you exceeds the boundaries of interest.

[tridentium]

                { pressing his cheek to the sheets,                          gaze remained steady on cream complexion.                         she was farther than she usually was and                         touching the trail of hair that led down was                         a clear promise. 

                            grinning, it faltered with the                             scrape of teeth on flesh. parted lips revealed                             his own sets of ivory and finnick was quick to                              nibble across the flesh of her ear.                 breathy whispers came next       }

        ... Fair enough.

[observando]

[iincensum]

           ( — there’s a pause, and calloused fingers grip at his wrists;                  index looping around, tight enough to make her point.                  and she rolls from him, temperature decreasing                  almost instantaneously as                  her petite form parts from his larger. )       What interest?             ( olive orbs fix themselves on the ceiling, and there’s               a sinking feeling overwhelming her stomach, bile               near flooding her throat in immediate response.               but, for once, katniss swallows her goddamn pride,               turning to him and pressing an open-mouthed kiss to               the most sensitive spot right below his ear.               a shameless tease, one only further emphasized by a               wandering hand ghosting downwards along the               expanse of abdomen. )       There’s— no interest.

[tridentium]

            I don't believe you.

                    { cat-like hues shift to face her, lips only just                           parted outwards,                           oh katniss, what you don't realize is that                           finnick odair is interested in you.                           no matter if it had been friendly from the                           s t a r t,                            it certainly wasn't the feelings he harbored                           towards her in the arena.

                                  he didn't need to worry about lost                                   extremities, or the hot kiss against                                    bronze complexion,                                    she always chickened out in the end.

                          this was different from the girl in the arena. }

[titan93-deactivated20160312]

[immitisx-blog]

          [ it’s a warming sensation — — and not just on the surface           it sank past skin-tight barriers ; and milked further into a hallowed pit of her stomach.           she adjusted — — shifting herself down until her face could be cradled           with a rare gentleness in the crook of his neck.                     now, consider yourself lucky, odair. because you’re all she’s got.                     — — you better believe that this is her fix to keep her holding on for j u s t a little bit longer. ]

                              — thanks.

[tridentium]

              { bronze arms slipped around a gentler frame,                        pale scars brushing recent,                        warmth filling each other. 

                            yes, it might make him feel powerful,                             but this was a friend--                             he couldn't tease. 

                      finnick would just suck everything in                       with silence. }

[immitisx-blog]

          [ well color her impressed                 — he didn’t even flinch. ]

                    meh. Only from a select few.

[tridentium]

                { ready yourself, jo--                       here's an incoming finnick odair. 

                      burrowing under the blankets next to her, finnick                       rested his cheek against hers. }

    --here.

[iincensum]

      ( a small noise escapes fine lips         as he tugs her hips into his own.          and, in response, she bites into the flesh         of coinciding apertures, a phantom declaration of         how unfair that was. but, a moment passes,         and she’s kissing him against, wholeheartedly, almost         in that deep sort of way she used to kiss peeta in the arena. )                            I should hate you, actually.                            For making me feel like I need you.

[tridentium]

                Oh, please.                 The interest you have in me proves otherwise.

      { extremities slipped between strands,                curling around the tangles and releasing them                the best that he could. sliding his tongue along her               lower lip, finnick slid his hands back to her ribs and               gently brought upon her a squeeze. }

[iincensum]

              ( let me. tell you. it is almost absolutely                 disgusting how much attention                 she abruptly craves, after years and years                 of indulging in complete introversion and solitude.                 not that this was necessarily extroversion.  she could                 be introverted and                 kiss finnick at the same time. )

[tridentium]

        { plush lips feel no different than                the gentle lap of the ocean against               his tan toes, or               the crisp feel of the breeze coming               across the gray waters. clutching her               hips, pulling her flush, the contact released               a light hum. }

[finnickodairheis]

“I’m just overwhelmed that people know who I am. I’m blown away and so honoured that people queue up and it means something to them to stop and say hello.” (x)

[regurgitated-thoughts]

24 by Sergio E