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necromelli · 4 months

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finnick getting off by watching your previous interview with caesar

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Maybe it was because he missed your warmth, the way you'd clench around his cock, mewling out his name. He couldn't help it. Downright shameful and humiliating, but god, if you didn't look divine.

Finnick's hand wrapped around the base of his cock, one arm behind him on the bed. He exhaled, head falling back, eyes closing as his hand began to move. Slow at first, trying to draw it out. But, the moment you walked on stage, Finnick couldn't hold back. Not with the way your hips swayed as you walked, with the way you waved at the crowd, with the way you kissed Caesar's hand with a flirty smirk. You knew exactly what you were doing. Finnick groaned, biting his bottom lip to quiet himself so he could hear you talk.

"Well, no, as sweet as everyone is here, I've got a boy back home. He's really just perfect. Pretty hair, pretty dimples, sun kissed skin. I think you'd all would just die for him."

Damn you. It got him every time. Another quiet groan escaped Finnick, his thumb rubbing over the tip of his cock, mimicking the way you'd do it. If you already weren't sexy enough, the subtle way you claimed Finnick was enough to make him moan.

Finnick's rhythm was sloppy, desperate, and needy. If you weren't in the Capitol, he'd have fucked you right there. But, his hand would have to be enough for now.

"Caeser!" You exclaimed, and Finnick pretended it was his name you gasped out. "No, no, I won't tell who. A girl has to have her secrets, right?"

Finnick moaned loudly, head falling back as his hips canted up into his tight fist. You continued to answer questions; laughing softly on cue, adjusting yourself in your seat to show off more of your body to the vultures. He remembered seething despite the fact being a siren was his idea to earn you sponsors, but now, he had a guilty appreciation for it.

His soft moans were short, quick, and raspy. He was so close, hand pumping as quickly as he could. Sea green eyes watched you stand, holding your arms out to show the crowd your pretty sea-themed dress. In the direction of the camera, you bowed, the sweet curve of your breasts accentuated.

Finnick's hips stuttered, the fingers on the bed curling into the comforter. His fist closed around his tip, continuing to circle the swollen head of his cock. Within another second, he was moaning your name and cumming into his fist.

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bruisedboys · 5 months

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jealous finnick?

jealous finnick will be the death of me!!!!!!

finnick odair x fem!reader

Breakfast in District 13 is an unusual affair. Nothing like you’re used to, being from District 4. It’s the same every morning — boring grey oatmeal with either honey or berries, depending on the day. It’s only as you take your seat next to Finnick that you realise you’ve forgotten the very crucial toppings.

“Oh no, I forgot to get berries,” you bemoan. They’re definitely all gone by now, seeing as they’re in popular demand — the oatmeal served in 13 tastes like cardboard without them.

“Here, have mine,” Gale says from across the table. You open your mouth to protest but he’s already spooning a big heap of berries into your bowl. They bleed red and purple into your otherwise plain oatmeal. “I don’t like ‘em, anyway. Too sour.”

“Oh.” You smile at him, flattered. Gale’s been nothing but kind to you since you arrived in District 13. You haven’t put it down to anything other than friendliness. Though it’s possible you’re too enamoured with the blonde next to you that you’re completely oblivious to other men’s advances. “Thanks, Gale.”

Gales smiles back and shrugs. “No problem, Y/N.”

Next to you and unbeknownst to you, Finnick scowls. He hates that Gale’s so nice to you. Loathes it. He knows it’s because you’re a ray of sunshine who draws even the coldest of people in (believe him, he’s experienced it), but the fact that Gale gave you his berries before Finnick could even offer his makes his blood boil.

Who does he think he is? Everyone knows you’re Finnick’s girl, he’s made it very clear. It’s the whole reason you’re here, after all — Finnick specifically requested you be picked up from home before the Quarter Quell ended, to prevent anything from happening to you.

Breakfast passes without further incident. If you notice Finnick’s sour mood, you don’t mention it. You’re leaving the canteen with everyone else when Finnick grabs your waist and pulls you to the side, into an empty hallway. He peers over your shoulder to make sure Gale’s good and gone, watching the back of his head with a glare that could kill, before turning his attention to you.

“Finnick,” you say, clearly confused at his sudden manhandling. “What’s the matter with you? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Finnick says shortly.

“You look mad.”

“I’m not.”

You squint at him. “You’re definitely mad. Why are you—?”

Finnick forgoes restraint and yanks you forward, pressing his mouth to yours before you can say anything else. His chest burns with molten hot jealousy, it climbs up his throat and pours into the kiss, hot and sticky. The heat ebbs though, when you kiss him back just as fervently, replaced by a fuzzy warmth only you can make him feel. It buzzes in his chest and down his arms, flares out his palm as he takes your face into one hot hand.

He pulls back just as suddenly as he’d drawn in. “You know Gale’s flirting with you, right?” He says abruptly, thumb pressed to your cheekbone.

You blink up at him, still dazed from his kissing. “What?” You ask, half laughing. “No, he’s not.”

“He is. He gave you his berries. I was going to give you mine.”

You raise both eyebrows. “He was just being nice to me.”

“Yeah, well, that’s my job.”

Finnick supposes he sounds quite pathetic. He doesn’t really care, not when your eyes go all gooey and you reach up on your tiptoes to push a curl from his forehead.

“Are you jealous?” You ask him softly, tucking his hair behind his ear. Your breath fans over his mouth and your hand lingers at his throat. “You sound jealous.”

Finnick rolls his eyes. “So what if I am? Just— have mine next time, okay?”

You smile at him, pretty as starlight. “Okay. But you don’t have to be jealous, you know? I only want you.”

Woah, Finnick thinks. “I know,” he says, too quick, his voice a notch too high.

You raise your eyebrows at him. “Do you though?” You ask, definitely teasing now. He supposes he got off lucky, you could’ve done much worse finding out he’s so sickeningly jealous over Gale, of all people.

Still, Finnick narrows his eyes at you. “Alright, that’s enough.”

Your answering giggle is smothered as Finnick swoops in to kiss you again.

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lust4lore · 4 months

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(finnick + cockwarming pretty please i’ll give you my firstborn child)

anon, i’m in love with you. take all of the forehead kisses. all of them. (btw, call me when that child is born!)

A/N: originally, this was gonna be something where reader and finnick are at a party and it’s kind of public, he’s a little meaner, but i think voyeurism as well as denying his girl anything she wants is a little ooc for him so i chose this instead. i still have the outline of the og, though, so if you’d be interested in reading that and are willing to excuse it lmk!

CW: cockwarming— mind you, fluffy cockwarming, because it’s finn!

MDNI, not proofread i cba 😔🫶

finnick odair would do anything for you. shit, he’s braved hell and back twice just for the chance to catch a glimpse of you again. you’re his world, the love of his life, and the last thing he wants is to see you upset.

which is why, when you entered your shared bedroom with a quivering bottom lip and glistening eyes, he dropped everything immediately.

“hey, hey, sweetheart, what’s wrong?” he had asked gently, brows pinching together as concern started seeping in. he beckoned you over to where he sat with open arms, and you gladly went. he pulled you onto his lap, warm hands cupping your face as he searched your eyes for any indication of what the problem could be. “talk to me,” he murmured, anxiety forming a pit in his stomach when you didn’t give him an immediate response.

it had been a long day. all the noise, all the people, all the feelings had gotten to you, and you just needed finnick. needed to turn off your brain in the way only he could. “jus’ had a busy day, too much going on and-” you sniffed, looking up into those sea green eyes and feeling a distant pang of guilt at the panic that was rising in them. “i need you, finn,”

realization flickered across his features and his lips parted before he pressed them together again, his gaze shifting from worried to conflicted. finnick never found it easy to deny you anything— and this wasn’t even something he wanted to say no to— but he had deadlines to fulfill, things that he couldn’t put off any longer. you knew that, you did, but you really were aching for whatever piece of him you could get.

and so, you end up here, still sat in his lap as he slowly presses into you, a quiet whine falling from your lips at the stretch. your face buries itself into his neck, hands bracing his shoulders. “finn,” your voice comes out strained and desperate, just above a whisper as you sink down onto him. “m’right here, sugar, i got you,” his hands rest on your hips, lightly squeezing them in encouragement. you continue to whimper as you take the rest of him, adjusting to the size. “i know, honey, i know,” he soothes, one of his hands coming up from your hips to rub your back.

a few minutes in, you’re a bit more mollified. your thoughts come to a slow, sticky pace, and suddenly, nothing seems so loud anymore. all that’s left in your head is finnick finnick finnick and the comfortable weight of him inside of you. “this what you needed, pretty girl? feel better?” his voice is low against your ear and you give a small nod, because yes, it’s exactly what you needed, but your words are kind of failing you at the moment.

you stay like that for god knows how long, his arm wrapped around your waist as he continues to work, your forehead resting on his shoulder. eventually, though, you shift a little, and it’s just enough to cause his cock to graze that sweet spot inside of you. his muscles tense underneath you as you tighten around him and he makes a sound in between a sigh and a groan, picking you up as though you weigh nothing. “what’re you doing?” you ask, your voice soft and dazed as he sets you down on the bed, hands slipping underneath your shirt and roaming further up as he starts trailing kisses down your neck. “taking care of my girl,” he tells you, and, well,

you’ll have to start having bad days more often.

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lucy-gray1075 · 4 months

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finnick odair who braids your hair after a long day at the beach. finnick odair who loves taking showers or baths with you, really anything that involves water and you is heaven to him. finnick odair who wants you to "just sit pretty like the princess you are" while he does all the chores. finnick odair who teaches you how to surf and then carries you home on his back when you get tired. finnick odair who is so protective of you it makes your heart hurt. finnick odair who is a terrible chef but insists on cooking for you anyways because his "pretty princess needs to relax." finnick odair who surprises you with jewelry he made himself from little seashells he collected at the beach. finnick odair who gives you baby fever when he teaches the local children how to fish.

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hyperfixationstati0n · 2 months

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Finnick Odair who moves around THE MOST in his sleep. You guys fall asleep with him spooning you and by morning he’s sprawled out, taking up 90% of the bed and practically pushing you off. But he’ll deny it if you ever bring it up lol.

Finnick Odair who tries to hide his emotions and doesn’t realize he’s very easy to read. He always has his guard down with you whether he realizes it or not so you’re able to tell very easily when he’s sad or frustrated or just having a rough day, which also means you’re able to lift his spirits just as easily.

Finnick Odair who kisses over every mark and scar on your body because they’re a part of you and he loves you. always. every part of you.

Finnick Odair who BLUSHESSSS when you ask him to cuddle with you or if you can lay your head on his lap, etc. Even after years and years he’s just so giggly and happy and goes beet red. Like, he’s so confident when flirting with you but the second you smile up at him and ask for affection he’s gone.

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http-finnick · 1 year

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𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧

finnick odair x fem!insomniac!reader

summary: another night without sleep as your boyfriend lays limp on top of you, you watch the sunrise and curse your insomnia for the waking of finnick.

cw: fluff, reader has insomnia, suggested smut but no smut.

your skin warms in the sun's path as it beams down through the window. you lay with your head on the foot of the bed where your ridiculous boyfriend still has his arms around you like a snake.

you're shirtless, as so is he. panties and boxers keeping your dignity as your fingertip glides on his back. they've been doing so for hours. too long to count.

you watched the sunrise as always and thought about how you could ever slip from his grip. finnick always notices.

you think you should stay longer, for him. but with your mind no longer on autopilot and sick of sleep edging you with no relief, you wanted to shower and get dressed.

now your head is hanging off the foot of the bed, limp body slowly falling from his grasp as carefully as you can be.

you succeed with landing on your calves with not even a thump and tip-toe to the bathroom down the hall for utmost silence

with boiling waters running down your naked skin, burning it softly as you stare at your toes. suddenly all of your body tense up with a cold gush of air meeting your backside.

it stops before you can look behind you with arms wrapping around your body

"fuck finnick, not even a warning?" you croak, guiltiness tugging at your mind as you've awoken him once more

"It was a surprise, dear" he kisses up your neck and you tilt your head to the side for more room, enjoying the warmth of his tongue

"you should go back to sleep" you mumble, chewing on your lip softly as you close your eyes, resting your back against his chest which is an obvious rebel against your recent words

"I was already awake once you slipped from my arms" he grinned, you shut your eyes tighter as you curse yourself for your continuous interruptions

"don't worry about it though," he says as if reading your mind

"I'd rather be in the hot shower with you anyways" he kisses you again and slides his hand on your lower abdomen, pulling you closer to him as you start to agree with his statement.

an: I know I said I had peeta brainrot but I can never get over my love for finnick. anyway! I hope you guys enjoyed this, it's been on my mind for a while <3 I personally don't have insomnia so i don't fucking know what I'm saying but I still hope you liked it! I love you guys <3 mwah!

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inkluvs · 4 months

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finnick laying a multiple towels down for u bc he knows that u hate sand getting on u but he can’t help when he sees u laying on ur stomach when he comes back from a swim he just has to kiss u <3 and u don’t mind the salty taste just this time <3 he’s like a overly excited puppy the way he runs to the water to do laps and comes back to check if u saw him do a flip or something <3

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heliads · 1 year

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If possible could I request dating headcannons with Finnick Odair? Please and thank u so much 🙏🙏

man thank you for requesting headcanons

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Finnick Odair never planned on falling in love

It would never be in the cards for him, or so he supposed

The two of you didn’t even start dating for love, more as a publicity stunt to keep you safe

Here was Finnick, the shiny, new, perfectly packaged Victor no one saw coming, and here you were, everyone’s favorite from last year

Getting with you was his best means of protection from late nights with Capitol dwellers who leer at him wherever he goes

Finnick has always been a particularly beautiful liar, and the Capitol romantics just ate up the idea that their beloved District Four Victors would end up together

He messed up, though, he fell in love when he wasn’t supposed to

Maybe he was just too good at playing the game, maybe that was why Finnick stopped caring when the cameras were on and off and started just loving you every moment of every day

You had a way of looking at him that Finnick hadn’t experienced in a long time, like you were seeing past the skin and bone to whoever was made up of his heart and mind

He sits with you by the water, watches the sun set, and thinks maybe it wouldn’t be the worst to live the rest of his life with someone after all

No one bats an eye when you move into his house, when Finnick slips and refers to himself by your last name instead of his, when the only thing either of you fear is the other being taken from you

Finnick fears weakness, he fears dependency, but he never feels anything but strong when he’s with you

After a while, he asks you to give up the ruse and love him for real

You could never say anything but yes :))

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coryosmin · 2 months

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imagine a life with finnick after the rebellion and you guys are just in his house in victor’s village in district 4. life is calm and simple. not much going on but just a quiet and happy life.

it’s a random tuesday night, not much going on. but finnick finds an old music player at the market and bought a few cds to go with it. and when he comes home and sets it up, you watch in fascination. the music begins to play and finnick grins at it and then at you before offering you a hand. “may i have this dance?” he asked charmingly.

you grin, taking his hand. “you shall,” you reply.

and so you guys dance together. you have a hand on his shoulder, the other intertwined with his. you’re staring into each other’s eyes, swaying to the music playing on the player. all is well in the world, all is calm. because you have finnick. and he has you. and nothing else matters.

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thefuseoftemptation · 3 months

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you were telling us that there was no way finnick could be hated but what if the r hated him

Oh. Oh.

finnick odair x fem!reader/ finnick odair x tribute!reader

warning(s): cussing, the reader is like a year or so younger than finnick but never is the age put, the use of y/n (I don’t use it and try not to but bc of the type of request, it’s there), talks of loss, it's somewhat in order of the film but not really. lmk if there are more! NOT PROOFREAD.

a/n: none.

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“Who’s left?”

“Uh, it's just Chaff and-”

“Y/N.”

Finnick hadn’t let Peeta finished before he was announcing your name. Their heads turned at his voice, Peeta nodding his head as if to back it up.

The former’s trident was pushed into the sand, using it as leverage to pull himself from the lower position he had been in from looking over their shoulders. “I’ll get Y/N.” It was stated, Finnick telling them- no room left to put in their words. But at the sentence, Johanna seemed to think otherwise– knowing why they were even said to begin with.

The low chuckle followed by the shake of her head as if to dismiss the whole thing proved that much.

“There's no way.” And that only furthered it.

Her head was held up with her eyes narrowed in on Finnick, saying it with her chest out. While she knew her friend, she also knew you. There was no way Finnick would be coming out of that the same way he went in, if even at all. He was skilled, Johanna knew that much, but so were you. And put in the fact that you had something against him- a reason to come after him- made it all more necessary for her reaction.

“You doubting me?” Finnick asked, lips stretching up and tilting his head as he looked to the other tribute.

Johanna shook her head again, turning around as she tried to think through what he was getting himself into.

“It’s not the time, you know how she is. If you wanna go and put yourself on the line, by all means.” Her arms spread as she spoke, not even gonna try to be the voice of reason if this was how he was gonna take it.

The others only looked between them, unsure of why these things were being said.

It wasn’t till later on that Katniss spoke up, all of them dispersed as they settled for the evening, Finnick in her line of sight as she asked the question that’d been on her mind since earlier.

“Who is she?” Her head turned to Johanna, who then looked over at Katniss, only to turn away and go back to what she had been doing. “I mean, to him. Who is she to him?” Katniss repeated, rewording herself when she got no response back after the first one.

“They were friends,” there was a rest before Johanna went on. “At least that’s how it was up until he returned.” Her head nodded towards Finnick, referring to his time in the arena. “You know how it is….” The girl sighed upon her words. Or lack of them. It was something that katniss couldn't grasp onto. How what was?

“But I thought Y/N wasn’t reaped until a few years after?” Katniss remembered what Haymitch said about you. While you were a little older than she had been when she won, it was still subsequent to Finnick’s. It’s only when Johanna mentioned who the other tribute was that Finnick was reaped with that she started to put it together.

“Not Y/N- her sister.”

Katniss’ eyes panned back over to where Finnick was, though still listening intently to what Johanna was saying. Now seeing why they had been going back and forth earlier. “What do you think happened? Only one of us comes out, it’s always been like that. Only one victor. Well, at least that’s how it was.” She said, her last sentence referring to the year before. When Katniss had been known.

“So, if Finnick won, where do you think that left the others, huh?” Johanna pressed, her words slipping into the thoughts of the tribute beside her.

“Ever since then, he’s been the only thing on her mind. And that's not said like it’s thought of.”

Johanna got up, wiping the sand off her as she looked over to Finnick, shaking her head as she watched him. “She’s out to get him, and he knows that. But I question just how much he knows the extent she’ll go through in order to make sure it happens. Because Y/N won’t rest until she sees his face plastered in the sky” Johanna gestures up with the tip of her chin, “and he can’t rest because he knows she’s still out there waiting for him. He just refuses to show it." She rolls her eyes, before lifting her ax and swinging it over her shoulder.

"He's thinks he knows her, seeing as their from the same district and that they were friends. But that's just it! They were." Katniss watched the girl in front of her tilt her head back, swiveling it to the side.

"Well, he does, doesn't he? That's gotta give him the upper hand. He knows her- knows how she'll be in here." Johanna tutted at her assumption. A far stretch from the truth. Not even close to grazing the tip of the surface when it came to what was underneath you. And there were a lot of layers.

"You haven't been listening to a word I've been saying. That was years ago, Katniss." You were a whole other person now.

"You should've seen her in the arena..." Johanna thought out loudly, her words becoming one with the wind that was slightly there, remembering seeing parts of how you were. She remembered watching you.

Let's just say at the time, the tribute wasn't looking to be on the receiving end if it ever came down to it.

Yet here she was; and she was still gonna keep to her words. She was all about tracking down the other tributes but you? Absolutely not. She doesn’t know what was worse. Letting you come to them or them going to you, either way, that canon was gonna go off when it happened.

"It's easy for her. In every sense— that girl he grew up with is no longer there. He just doesn't see it yet." Her eyes casted down, shaking her head again. "Their minds are set."

And with that she left, calling to the one they were just speaking of.

—

Finnick's eyes panned over the area.

“What is it?” Katniss questioned as she stared at the back of him, his head turning at every angle to make sure it was nothing. Even if it was far from it.

Finnick shook his head before continuing, “let’s just go.”

Johanna gave the girl a look before following in Finnick's steps.

He knew you were out there somewhere, knew you were close by— and although Finnick could handle himself and was aware of what you were capable of, he wasn’t sure he liked knowing any of it. And that's what kept him up, because the thing about you was, it was you. He knew you. Just not presently speaking.

Johanna had been right. While he wasn't there to hear what she had said about you and him, it'd all been true.

He knew you. But that was then. This was now. In here, he was just like everyone else to you. And if it came to it, with the two of you face to face, he'd do what he knew how.

He still remembers the look on your face when he returned from the games, even at that age, he knew what it meant. What it stood for. There was no going back for you guys.

It was the last he spoke to you and the last he saw of you. And despite it all, his view of you never changed.

That girl he grew up with is no longer there. He just doesn't see it yet.

It was sometime during their walk that Johanna matched his steps. “You know you’ll have to kill her.”

There was nothing said from either of them, another moment passing before Finnick spoke, agreeing with her words. It wasn’t just him you were after. If you were coming for him then you were coming for all of them.

“I know.” Not at all wanting it to come to that, but knowing it would.

—

It was sudden.

Beetee had been wiring the tree, as Finnick and Peeta stood by, when they heard something. The latter had tried making way to where he heard the noise- only for Finnick to step in.

“I’ll go, you stay here.” There was no room for the other boy to speak before Finnick was taking off into the direction. His trident in hand as he left.

He'd had been so in head, thinking about if the girls were at the beach yet, that he hadn’t even thought about the one he had been trying to be aware of.

He had heard you before he saw you.

The two of you taking a fall when you tackled him- no time for him to properly react. It was something that he should’ve looked out for, something previous tributes never did because they thought you weren’t capable seeing how you looked.

Your appearance always threw people off, it’s what gave you the upper hand, because those innocent features were just that. There was nothing behind your eyes because there was nothing left.

Though to Finnick, it was anything but that.

He groaned at the feeling of it all until he had to push it aside when he saw you quickly recover. He was on his feet in seconds because that’s all it took for you. His eyes scanning for his trident and barely being able to use it as a block when your weapon came down at him.

“Y/N.”

He said it as if it were to get through to you, but he knew with the look held in your eyes that any further words he spoke would go on deaf ears.

You were pushing down, and despite his size compared to yours, Finnick somehow felt smaller. Your strength and rage unmatched as you had one thing on your mind and one thing only. You took the opportunity of his lowered and cornered position to send a swift knee to him- his body toppling slightly as you pulled your spear back to swing it around your shoulders and back over to him.

Finnick heard himself groaning again when he felt the swipe. The side of his face grazed.

“Y/N, stop.” You were standing above him, going to swing again when he moved, avoiding it.

“What happened to manners, huh?”

That only seemed to get rise out of you as you went harder. You were quick, he had to give you that.

Finnick knew he shouldn’t be trying to get through to you- but he was. And the more you guys fought, the closer he was to going through with what Johanna said. He had told himself he would, told himself he could do it but the time is here and he’s holding it off.

“You’re my friend.” He breathed, feeling the effects of going at it for as long as you guys had.

“So was she.”

It’d been the first time you spoke, the first time he heard your voice in years. He couldn’t stop himself from thinking about how it still sounded the same. Older but the same.

You had swung again, rolling yourself onto your knees so you could get a better angle at striking him from below. Which only had you trying again and again when he kept avoiding them. It wasn’t till you dropped your weapon that he really was on the line, unsure of your intentions. He should’ve known what was going to come next. Your leg sweeping him off his own as yours swung under them.

Finnick fell on his back, wincing, and turning to the side so he could stare up at you. He knew Johanna would tell him something only after she threw her axe your way.

you’ll have to kill her

No matter how much Finnick heard it, or how much he was told, it still wasn’t what he wanted. And you seemed to pick up on it when he hadn’t gotten to his feet. It’s why you took the advantage of it, picking up your weapon. As he did too.

It had just been them left.

She’d been running towards him, ready and knowing.

“I’m sorry.”

They were the last words he said to her, to himself, before his trident launched.

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you wore southern!finnick's cowboy hat and he teaches you what that means

mdni 18+

warnings: literally just pure smut. p in v, creampie, finnick eating you out after, brief mention of alcohol, nothing too crazy, porn without plot tbh

how did you get here? all you remembered was slamming back a few shots at your father's bar, flirting with the cute dimpled boy whose eyes lit up like lightning bugs when you took his cowboy hat and danced around with it. now, you were on top of him, bucking your hips.

"i tell you how good you looked with my hat?" finnick groaned, his fingers holding tightly to the plush on your hips, pushing up into. "awfully pretty, baby."

you moaned, his hat slipping down to cover your face. his cock was buried deep, stretching your walls deliciously. your eyes fluttered shut when he grazed that sweet spot inside of you, his name on your breath. "finnick..."

"baby," finnick tutted, one hand leaving your hips to tilt his hat up. with it fixed and your pretty face back on display, finnick sighed and stroked your cheek. "y' feel so good. so warm and soft."

you clenched around him, which caused finnick to laugh around a moan. he hummed when your hands landed on his chest for extra support, your movements becoming unsteady. being the gentleman he was, finnick wrapped an arm around your waist and thrusts up into you. the way you fell apart almost instantly had his cock twitching.

"best pussy i've ever had," and, in your cock drunk state, you weren't going to argue. "i'd let you wear my hat anytime you want, pretty girl."

you cried out, walls spasming and clenching around finnick's cock, not letting him pull out as you came. finnick chuckled, kissing your pretty lips as he sloppily thrusted into you a few more times. then, his dick twitched, filling you up with his warm cum.

"you did so good," finnick cooed, laying you back on the bed. he loomed over you, sea-green eyes raking over your naked body. then he did the unbelievable. he positioned himself between your legs, kissing up your legs until he got to your folds. he smirked when you shuddered, tongue dipping between your folds. "gonna clean you up as thanks, sweetheart."

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