[valarrsgirl]

i’m 𝖈hiara. 8teen. she/her. taurus. obsessed with asoiaf. i study tourism. i enjoy philosophy. a wannabe writer. haydove fangirl. maysilee donner coded. haymitch’s dove.

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[loverofpokemon]

I like those two together

[valarrsgirl]

YOUR HANDS , MY RELIGION

cw: mdni (18+), nsfw, sexual themes, aged up haymitch, fem!reader, hand kink my beloved, teasing, kissing, he touches your face once and it’s over for you, canon-typical trauma reference, headcanons, thoughts, scenarios

a/n: haymitch and his pretty hands are finally here, as promised!! thank you all for the love and support !!my hand kink was going crazy with this one i saw this clip in the first trailer and it got me thinking…. so here we are (it’s 4am)

.✦ ݁˖ .✦ ݁˖ .✦ ݁˖ .✦ ݁˖ .✦ ݁˖ .✦ ݁˖ .✦ ݁˖

.✦ ݁˖ you first notice haymitch’s hands when he cups your face, thumbs pressing into your cheeks as he squishes them together before kissing you. his palms are rough from years of gripping weapons and surviving the games, but the touch stays surprisingly gentle

✦ ݁˖ the first time he touches your face, it’s to shove you out of the way of a falling shelf in his cluttered kitchen. his palm is rough and warm against your cheek. “watch it, sweetheart,” he grumbles, his voice raspy. “only one of us is supposed to be a walking disaster.”

.✦ ݁˖“look at that face. all serious. thinkin’ big thoughts.” he kisses you, a loud, smacking sound. “there. distracted ya. my hands are good for that, too. distractin’ my girl”

.✦ ݁˖ you wake to his hand resting heavily on your bare stomach, his thumb making absent, sleepy circles on your skin. it’s the most peaceful you ever see him.if you stir, his hand stills. “go back to sleep,” he mumbles into the pillow, his voice a sleep-roughened rasp. but his hand doesn’t move away

.✦ ݁˖ when you’ve gotten under his skin enough to be a comfort, not a nuisance. he’ll reach out and squish your cheeks together with one hand, making your lips pucker. “look at that,” he’ll say, a real, unguarded grin cracking his usually sour face. his accent is thick. “all that fuss over nothin’. you can be real mean sometimes, you know that?” and then he’ll lean in and kiss your puckered lips, quick and hard, his thumb stroking your cheekbone before he lets go

.✦ ݁˖ he uses his hands to talk almost as much as his mouth. a dismissive flick when you’re worrying about something he deems stupid. a sharp, chopping motion to cut off a conversation about the capitol. a vague, swirling gesture when he’s trying to explain some half-drunk philosophy about survival

.✦ ݁˖ his touch surprisingly tender despite the teasing. “my hands are only good for two things: holdin’ a glass and holdin’ you.

.✦ ݁˖ his fingers trace your jawline slowly,scraping lightly against your skin in a way that makes you shiver

.✦ ݁˖ when he holds your hand, his grip is firm and warm, fingers interlacing with yours as if he’s afraid to let go

.✦ ݁˖ you watch his hands move during quiet moments, veins standing out along the backs as he flexes them unconsciously

.✦ ݁˖he has a habit of rubbing his thumb over the pad of his middle finger, back and forth, when he’s thinking or trying not to drink. you catch yourself staring at it during long silences on the porch.

.✦ ݁˖ haymitch catches you staring at his hands again while he pours another drink. he sets the bottle down slow, flexing his fingers so the veins stand out. "you got a thing for these, don't you?"

.✦ ݁˖ haymitch uses his thumb to wipe away a tear from your cheek, the pad rough but the motion tender

.✦ ݁˖ you feel haymitch’s rough palm cup your jaw again, his thumb dragging slow across your bottom lip as he tilts your head up. “look at you, already leaning into it,” he murmurs, voice low and amused

.✦ ݁˖ you feel his fingers tangle in your hair, tugging just enough to tilt your head back for another kiss

.✦ ݁˖ his palm presses flat against your chest, feeling your heartbeat race as he smirks down at you.

.✦ ݁˖ his fingers press just a little harder against your cheeks, squishing them together until your lips purse. “pretty when you can’t talk back,” he says, leaning in to kiss the pout he created.

.✦ ݁˖ he grips your hips with both hands, fingers digging in as he pulls you closer during heated moments

.✦ ݁˖ he just holds your face in his hands, looking at you. no squishing, just holding. his thumbs stroke your cheeks. “you’re too good for this,” he says quietly, not teasing at all. then he shakes his head, the smirk returning. “and too good for me, obviously. but since you’re here…” he leans in and kisses you, softly. “i suppose I’ll have to keep you.”

.✦ ݁˖ you notice how his knuckles whiten when he clenches his fists, tension visible in every line of his hand

.✦ ݁˖ haymitch slides one finger along your lower lip, parting it slightly before replacing it with his mouth

.✦ ݁˖ his hands are large enough to span your waist, thumbs brushing over your ribs in slow circles.

.✦ ݁˖ haymitch slides two fingers down the column of your throat, feeling your pulse race. “heart’s beating like you’re scared…. or excited”

.✦ ݁˖ he taps his fingers against a table while thinking, the rhythmic sound drawing your eyes every time

.✦ ݁˖ his free hand traces the waistband of your pants, knuckles brushing skin. “bet you’d let me do anything with these hands, wouldn’t you?”

.✦ ݁˖ you feel his hand slip under your shirt, palm warm against your stomach as he explores

.✦ ݁˖ haymitch’s grip tightens on your thigh, holding you in place as his other hand works lower

.✦ ݁˖ his fingers curl inside you, finding that spot that makes your vision blur while he watches your face

.✦ ݁˖haymitch taps your lower lip with his thumb. “open.” when you do, he pushes the digit inside, watching your tongue curl around it.

.✦ ݁˖ haymitch drags his palm up your inner thigh, stopping just short. “ask nice and maybe I’ll keep going”

.✦ ݁˖ he brings his wet fingers to your mouth again after sliding them between your legs. “why don’t you clean them, hm, sweetheart ? taste what you do to me”

.✦ ݁˖ on the bad nights,he’ll wordlessly pull you against his chest. his hand will spread wide over your back, covering as much of you as possible, holding you to him. his fingertips press into your spine. he’s not trying to initiate anything; he’s using you, the feel of your breathing, to remind himself which world he’s in. the one with the warmth of a you, not the arena

.✦ ݁˖ he wipes a drop of liquor from his thumb across your lower lip,smearing it. "bet you'd rather i put this thumb somewhere else."

.✦ ݁˖ they’re surprisingly steady when they need to be. when he’s fixing the stubborn latch on your back gate, or skinning a rabbit with brutal.the tremor only shows when he’s reaching for a bottle

.✦ ݁˖ he brings his hand up to your face, spreading his fingers so you can see "these hands have killed people. you know that, right? and here you are, getting wet just thinking about them on you"

.✦ ݁˖ .✦ ݁˖ .✦ ݁˖ .✦ ݁˖ .✦ ݁˖ .✦ ݁˖ .✦ ݁˖ .✦ ݁˖

MASTERLIST

taglist: @pinkdoeweirdo @whimsywritez @whimsicalrose @ellefanningsbaby @frizzycurls @userhotd @littlekate @marlsvii @darylandbethfanforever9 ( let me know if you wanna be added or removed 🤍 )

[lotuspetalss]

Ooooo arrest me rick grimes lalalalalala

[hiddinginmyroom]

me with you guys (yes you) simping over hot men

[vetckkie]

girl get off that c.ai and embrace the 'x reader'

[captummortum]

[valarrsgirl]

mama i’m thirsting for that haymitch with pretty hands GRR 👅👅

JUST posted it was fighting for my life because i wanted to finish it before i went to sleep — it’s almost 4am for me — hope you enjoy it, my pretty 💝💝

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[valarrsgirl]

YOUR HANDS , MY RELIGION

cw: mdni (18+), nsfw, sexual themes, aged up haymitch, fem!reader, hand kink my beloved, teasing, kissing, he touches your face once and it’s over for you, canon-typical trauma reference, headcanons, thoughts, scenarios

a/n: haymitch and his pretty hands are finally here, as promised!! thank you all for the love and support !!my hand kink was going crazy with this one i saw this clip in the first trailer and it got me thinking…. so here we are (it’s 4am)

.✦ ݁˖ .✦ ݁˖ .✦ ݁˖ .✦ ݁˖ .✦ ݁˖ .✦ ݁˖ .✦ ݁˖

.✦ ݁˖ you first notice haymitch’s hands when he cups your face, thumbs pressing into your cheeks as he squishes them together before kissing you. his palms are rough from years of gripping weapons and surviving the games, but the touch stays surprisingly gentle

✦ ݁˖ the first time he touches your face, it’s to shove you out of the way of a falling shelf in his cluttered kitchen. his palm is rough and warm against your cheek. “watch it, sweetheart,” he grumbles, his voice raspy. “only one of us is supposed to be a walking disaster.”

.✦ ݁˖“look at that face. all serious. thinkin’ big thoughts.” he kisses you, a loud, smacking sound. “there. distracted ya. my hands are good for that, too. distractin’ my girl”

.✦ ݁˖ you wake to his hand resting heavily on your bare stomach, his thumb making absent, sleepy circles on your skin. it’s the most peaceful you ever see him.if you stir, his hand stills. “go back to sleep,” he mumbles into the pillow, his voice a sleep-roughened rasp. but his hand doesn’t move away

.✦ ݁˖ when you’ve gotten under his skin enough to be a comfort, not a nuisance. he’ll reach out and squish your cheeks together with one hand, making your lips pucker. “look at that,” he’ll say, a real, unguarded grin cracking his usually sour face. his accent is thick. “all that fuss over nothin’. you can be real mean sometimes, you know that?” and then he’ll lean in and kiss your puckered lips, quick and hard, his thumb stroking your cheekbone before he lets go

.✦ ݁˖ he uses his hands to talk almost as much as his mouth. a dismissive flick when you’re worrying about something he deems stupid. a sharp, chopping motion to cut off a conversation about the capitol. a vague, swirling gesture when he’s trying to explain some half-drunk philosophy about survival

.✦ ݁˖ his touch surprisingly tender despite the teasing. “my hands are only good for two things: holdin’ a glass and holdin’ you.

.✦ ݁˖ his fingers trace your jawline slowly,scraping lightly against your skin in a way that makes you shiver

.✦ ݁˖ when he holds your hand, his grip is firm and warm, fingers interlacing with yours as if he’s afraid to let go

.✦ ݁˖ you watch his hands move during quiet moments, veins standing out along the backs as he flexes them unconsciously

.✦ ݁˖he has a habit of rubbing his thumb over the pad of his middle finger, back and forth, when he’s thinking or trying not to drink. you catch yourself staring at it during long silences on the porch.

.✦ ݁˖ haymitch catches you staring at his hands again while he pours another drink. he sets the bottle down slow, flexing his fingers so the veins stand out. "you got a thing for these, don't you?"

.✦ ݁˖ haymitch uses his thumb to wipe away a tear from your cheek, the pad rough but the motion tender

.✦ ݁˖ you feel haymitch’s rough palm cup your jaw again, his thumb dragging slow across your bottom lip as he tilts your head up. “look at you, already leaning into it,” he murmurs, voice low and amused

.✦ ݁˖ you feel his fingers tangle in your hair, tugging just enough to tilt your head back for another kiss

.✦ ݁˖ his palm presses flat against your chest, feeling your heartbeat race as he smirks down at you.

.✦ ݁˖ his fingers press just a little harder against your cheeks, squishing them together until your lips purse. “pretty when you can’t talk back,” he says, leaning in to kiss the pout he created.

.✦ ݁˖ he grips your hips with both hands, fingers digging in as he pulls you closer during heated moments

.✦ ݁˖ he just holds your face in his hands, looking at you. no squishing, just holding. his thumbs stroke your cheeks. “you’re too good for this,” he says quietly, not teasing at all. then he shakes his head, the smirk returning. “and too good for me, obviously. but since you’re here…” he leans in and kisses you, softly. “i suppose I’ll have to keep you.”

.✦ ݁˖ you notice how his knuckles whiten when he clenches his fists, tension visible in every line of his hand

.✦ ݁˖ haymitch slides one finger along your lower lip, parting it slightly before replacing it with his mouth

.✦ ݁˖ his hands are large enough to span your waist, thumbs brushing over your ribs in slow circles.

.✦ ݁˖ haymitch slides two fingers down the column of your throat, feeling your pulse race. “heart’s beating like you’re scared…. or excited”

.✦ ݁˖ he taps his fingers against a table while thinking, the rhythmic sound drawing your eyes every time

.✦ ݁˖ his free hand traces the waistband of your pants, knuckles brushing skin. “bet you’d let me do anything with these hands, wouldn’t you?”

.✦ ݁˖ you feel his hand slip under your shirt, palm warm against your stomach as he explores

.✦ ݁˖ haymitch’s grip tightens on your thigh, holding you in place as his other hand works lower

.✦ ݁˖ his fingers curl inside you, finding that spot that makes your vision blur while he watches your face

.✦ ݁˖haymitch taps your lower lip with his thumb. “open.” when you do, he pushes the digit inside, watching your tongue curl around it.

.✦ ݁˖ haymitch drags his palm up your inner thigh, stopping just short. “ask nice and maybe I’ll keep going”

.✦ ݁˖ he brings his wet fingers to your mouth again after sliding them between your legs. “why don’t you clean them, hm, sweetheart ? taste what you do to me”

.✦ ݁˖ on the bad nights,he’ll wordlessly pull you against his chest. his hand will spread wide over your back, covering as much of you as possible, holding you to him. his fingertips press into your spine. he’s not trying to initiate anything; he’s using you, the feel of your breathing, to remind himself which world he’s in. the one with the warmth of a you, not the arena

.✦ ݁˖ he wipes a drop of liquor from his thumb across your lower lip,smearing it. "bet you'd rather i put this thumb somewhere else."

.✦ ݁˖ they’re surprisingly steady when they need to be. when he’s fixing the stubborn latch on your back gate, or skinning a rabbit with brutal.the tremor only shows when he’s reaching for a bottle

.✦ ݁˖ he brings his hand up to your face, spreading his fingers so you can see "these hands have killed people. you know that, right? and here you are, getting wet just thinking about them on you"

.✦ ݁˖ .✦ ݁˖ .✦ ݁˖ .✦ ݁˖ .✦ ݁˖ .✦ ݁˖ .✦ ݁˖ .✦ ݁˖

MASTERLIST

taglist: @pinkdoeweirdo @whimsywritez @whimsicalrose @ellefanningsbaby @frizzycurls @userhotd @littlekate @marlsvii @darylandbethfanforever9 ( let me know if you wanna be added or removed 🤍 )

[valarrsgirl]

max hatter won. i’m writing for him. that’s it.

[valarrsgirl]

me and all the barca fans on sunday

[ladythedrunken]

Let's suffer from religious guilt with Mama

[valarrsgirl]

thank you so much for the tag my lovelies @userhotd @pinkdoeweirdo @rottenbites 🤍

𖥔 ݁ ˖ pinterest tag game — lyrics, color, character, place, outfit, aesthetic

no pressure tags: @lovers-cherry @fluttervoid @captainfern @targlocket @sunshineflowersandkisses @sedonasummer + anyone who’d like to join

[valarrsgirl]

anyone excited for descendants 5??? BECAUSE I AM

[valarrsgirl]

i hope youve been doing well ilysm 🫂💗

awh i hope you’ve been doing well too!! i love you more 💕 sending you the biggest kiss everrr

[sansa286]

Aerion spotting you in the crowd during a tourney right before he jousts, yells "This one's for you!" and then kills his fucking opponent.

[valarrsgirl]

haiii icon can i be on ur taglist for everything actually? i’ve been eating ur works up :O

HAIII MY LOVELY MIA !!!! yes yes and a million times yes!!! so happy you enjoy my writing omg, making my day better with your ask💝⭐️💕