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capitol lights | peeta mellark

peeta mellark x fem!reader

summary: two nights before the 74th hunger games, you enter peeta's room, both annoyed and scared at what lies ahead of you. in a moment, you realize that peeta can't lose you, and you can't lose him.

cw: mention of thg deaths, spicy angst, slight dom peeta, fem!reader

wc: 1.6k

type: ✶ | ✧

"Peeta?" you knock at his door of the large penthouse, and a faint voice comes from inside.

"Come in," he says.

"Hi, Peeta," you say, your satin nightgown loose against your body and the darkness of the room hiding the tangled mess of hair on your head.

The large screened wall of his room was set to the night sky of the city, the people of the Capitol celebrating loudly outside as he sits on his bed, the blankets rumpled underneath him. His posture slumped and knees spread out from his chest, his head turned to the loudness of the world outside.

"They're pretty happy to watch us die in two days," you state bluntly, crossing your arms and staring in the same way Peeta stared out the window, feeling the fire of hatred grow larger inside you.

You felt his gaze switch to you, and you turned your head to meet his darkly outlined face, the bright white lights outside showing off his barely visible features.

"Of course," he chuckled a light laugh, shaking his head and hanging it between his knees. "Isn't that what we are? Just part of the fun?"

You walked lightly over to the side of his bed, sitting gently on the edge and sinking into the heavy mattress, the rich comfort prying to take over your sleep deprived body.

"Come closer," he says quietly, his head now tilted toward you and arm reaching around your shoulder to pull you closer.

You allow his arm to pull you closer, taking a deep breath as his fingers dig into your side.

"It's not just for the cameras," he whispers quietly, his eyes searching your face for some sort of agreement. "I don't want to be part of this stupid game anymore."

His eyes have become sad in the dark room, the weak light of his eyes you saw moments before has come and gone and you now sit next to the boy from District 12 that will soon become a victim to a cruel game.

"Peeta, I won't let you die, come on now," you say, lifting your hand to caress his warm cheek.

You feel the hurt in your heart, watching the boy in front of you crumble in your hands.

You realize then that losing him would be like losing yourself, though you wish you didn't feel that way. He sees you as prey, but someone that could save his life in the arena.

Nothing more.

A weak smile raises on his lips, the corners of his mouth turned just right.

"Your soul is beautiful," his eyes are now boring into yours, a sudden change of mood has constricted your throat and the noise of the Capitol has gotten louder in your ears, your heartbeat beginning to race.

"Peeta," you say, exasperated, the shock of the moment rising a small smile on your face.

"I won't let you leave me."

As he finishes his sentence, he snakes a rough hand around your waist and pulls you tight to his side.

You're almost on his lap.

You feel the sudden butterflies in your stomach, his gaze is darker, no sign of sadness he had seconds before. You feel the sadness as being a lie, something to get you closer to him, and it suddenly makes you cautious of the way you're feeling.

But, the way he's looking at you brings you into the moment, taking away the critical thoughts and survival instincts screaming at you to pull away. His eyes staring into yours feels like glue, it feels like nothing matters in this world but him, his touch, and the look of total hunger and want written across his face.

Your face is beet red, you know it. You could be the next sun with the heat radiating off your face, the eye contact driving you crazy.

You feel the urge to kiss him, to press your lips so hard against his that you can't let go, to hold your body against his muscular one.

The silence of the room, the Capitol screaming with life outside and the steamy ambiance of the room became overwhelming, the grin on his mouth growing to a sinister smirk.

The nightgown covering your body felt like nothing but a light piece of fabric holding you from him, too vulnerable.

But it feels so right.

It feels so good.

He lifts a light hand to your face and strokes your lip with his thumb, pulling it down and bringing his face to yours, his lips planting so softly on yours.

Though so light, it sends an electrifying shiver through your body, your hands desperately reaching for his shirt to pull yourself on top of his lap.

His leg slides so smoothly under you, sitting you perfectly perched on his lap as he drags away from the light kiss.

He knows what he's done to you.

"I would've kissed you like this sooner if I knew it would've put you in such a good mood, Haymitch would be delighted if you were like this all the time."

His signature smile appears, his perfectly white teeth showing through his lips, a small uplift on one side of his mouth.

"Peeta Mellark," you say, his smile raising one to your face. "You will be the death of me."

"Not literally," he says quietly.

His gaze turns down to your chest, studying the nightgown, then back up to your face.

His large hands slap on to your thighs, making a large clap in the otherwise quiet room, and you damn near strangle him.

You don't even think about the sting on your legs, and the possible handprints on your legs that might appear tomorrow morning. You don't think Haymitch or Effie would be pleased that their tributes are about to eye fuck each other two nights before the games.

You grab for his shirt, feeling the muscle right under it ever so slightly.

You bring your face down to kiss him, and he kisses you with such intensity that your face grows impossibly hotter.

Your body is burning, the feel of his lips so amazing against yours that you almost believe you're dreaming.

The passion of the kiss burns bright in your stomach, and Peeta finally pulls away from you when you're struggling to catch a breath.

The way he stares you down with his eyes darkened, watching over you like a hawk and seeing how you react to his lips and touch shows you a side you've never seen of him.

You can feel his fingers gently probing your thighs, and you watch as he licks a small string of saliva off his lips with his tongue.

He lifts a hand from your body, bringing it to your chin and pulling you closer.

You can't help but let his hand take control of you, and he brings you so close to his face that you can see the wetness of his lips in the dark room.

He kisses you with the lightest touch yet again, to the point where if your eyes were closed, you would barely be able to tell he was so close.

He lays back slowly, the hand on your chin strategically moving down to your hip and dragging all the way around your ribcage to your back, pushing you on top of him.

The spark that his skillful fingers send throughout your body is indescribable.

He presses hard against your lips, taking almost all of the control as you feel your body explode with feelings of lust, love, want, and desperation.

Just as your hand starts to grab at his hip for anything like what he's doing to you, he pulls away from your lips.

His lips are plumper than before, and in the small light of the city outside you can see the light red tint on his cheeks.

Both of his arms go around to the small of your back, resting gently above your hips.

His breathing is heavier now, gaze still boring into yours.

"You suck at kissing," he says, a light chuckle escaping his lips.

"Then teach me," you say, trying to hide the fact you're out of breath.

At this, he places a yet another light kiss on your lips, and you fall to his side and curl into his arms, bringing your knee up to rest on his legs.

You rest your hand on his chest, still catching your breath from the kisses, and start to feel the sleepiness catch up with you.

As your eyes are closing, you finally hear him speak.

"Maybe another night, sweetheart."

୨୧ ---------- ୨୧

As you sit down for breakfast, Haymitch staggers out of his room, and you're unsure if it's from alcohol or no sleep, but you'd rather it be drinking, otherwise he would've heard the time of your life last night.

Peeta was sitting next to you, indulging in bread with butter, he's not phased by what he did to you.

But you definitely remember it, as you fell asleep on his chest and woke up the morning after, sort of forgetting you'd just fallen asleep in Peeta's room, but in the comfort of his muscular arms.

Haymitch sits down with a large skid of the chair, pushing it slightly backwards.

"Time of your life there, sweetheart?" Haymitch says, the smile on his lips growing wide immediately.

You feel your face heat up like it did last night, turning your head to Peeta.

His eyes were on you, the same sinister, cheeky smirk he had written on his face the night before.

"Of course."

The smart-ass reply from Peeta was all Haymitch needed to sit down and enjoy his luscious breakfast.

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slowburningechoes · 6 months

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bee's peeta recommendations ⤵

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↳ peeta mellark

: ̗̀➛ your loser boyfriend* | @zombatss

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smuttyfantasyrecs · 1 year

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Peeta Mellark

🦋 munch 🦋

@h0pless-loves

🦋 bakers boy 🦋

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d4n1elll4 · 7 months

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FINNICK ODAIR RECS

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lovekendri · 1 year

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dazzling skylines | peeta mellark

peeta mellark x fem!reader

summary: happily ever after the rebellion, you and peeta have a picnic on a hill outside victor's village at sunset, full of love, kisses, homemade bread, and strawberries.

cw: cavity inducing fluff, peeta being an absolute hunk, implied mention of sexual activities

wc: 1k

type: ❀

A small basket of picked ripe strawberries and raspberries, two loaves of still-warm fresh bread, and a glass bottle of apple juice.

All of your favorites, packed into one basket.

Peeta was already far ahead of you, laying out the rough, aged quilt from his grandmother on the ground, the rustling of the slightly dried grass fought back at it, snagging on loose threats and small imperfections.

The sun was burning bright, a light yellow surrounded by shades of dandelion swirls. The sky above was a deep orange, getting darker the higher it rose, accents of a banana yellow dancing between purple and gray clouds sprinkled in stunning patches. Dark outlines of far away trees spread throughout the almost empty field, the occasional rabbit pouncing between longer patches of grass. It was a beautiful late summer evening, the heat just right with the light blow of a sweet breeze.

Peeta wore his white tee proudly as you watched him finally lay the blanket flat, admiring him from afar.

He was a work of art himself with his perfectly ironed shirts and brown khakis, toned muscles, and blonde hair glimmering in the orange light.

He turned to you as you approached the quilt on the ground, picnic basket in hand. His face grew soft, the handsome, genuine smile you had barely seen since he was hijacked grew on his lips.

"You look...beautiful," he murmured, taking in the soft pink sundress dotted with white daisies that you wore for the first time since you bought it.

He reached for your hand, taking it into his. You sat the basket down in front of you as he guided you to take a seat, following along with you.

You once again took the moment to admire the sky and him, and how lucky you were to finally have peace in the place you call home.

Peeta began to unravel the bread and berries and place them on the napkins you brought with, sneaking two raspberries into his mouth when he thought you weren't looking.

"Save some for me!" you laughed, swatting playfully at his hand as he grinned cheekily, a drop of raspberry juice dribbling onto his lip.

"It was only two!" he says, taking a raspberry and handing it to you.

You popped it into your mouth happily, enjoying the explosion of sweetness and slight bitterness it carried.

He took a piece of bread off the loaf, not caring to cut it.

"Gosh, I wonder who made this bread, it's so amazing! So fluffy and still warm!" He gloated, exaggerating the enjoyment on his face.

"Oh, please," you gave him an even more exaggerated look of annoyance, because you both knew very well that he made the bread, and it was damn good no matter what.

He gave you a knowing smirk, giving you a light peck on the cheek.

"You still have bread in your mouth! Don't get chewed up bread on my cheek!" You shrieked, yet another tease for him.

"You've had a lot worse on your face," he deadpanned, struggling to hide his smirk.

"Not the time," you giggled, a rosy tint rising on your cheeks.

You watched as the clouds moved ever so slightly in the sky with the light breeze, sometimes watching the color shift from dusky purple to gray, or gray to purple.

Peeta took note of your interest in the sky, taking the time to look up and watch the birds flitting by in small groups.

"Beautiful skyline, is it not?" he broke the silence, taking a plump strawberry into his mouth and ripping off the stem.

"It's not a skyline, Peeta. It's just a sky," you replied, a hint of teasing in your tone, knowing he would bite back playfully with another joke.

"Listen, same thing. There's a skyline somewhere out there, just very minimal where we are."

"Yeah right, maybe in the Capitol," you snorted, tearing off a piece of loaf and taking a bite, savoring the softness of it.

"You make it really hard to be nice sometimes," he joked, turning his head to look at you.

You admired his beautiful blue eyes when he looked at you. The way they had so much love and desire behind them, the questions they raised in the depth. You admired his blonde hair, the way it fell perfectly around his face. Most of all, you admired him.

Everything about Peeta was perfect in your eyes, his slightly lopsided smile, the way his cheeks reddened when you would say you loved him. His stocky build, his broad shoulders that he threw you over multiple times. His arms, his nose, his lips, his jaw, his everything.

"I appreciate that," you bit back playfully, the smile on your face was bigger than ever.

You looked down to the fruit basket, only one strawberry and four raspberries were left.

Peeta ate the rest.

"You can't even save two strawberries for me?" you complained, taking the last strawberry into your mouth and ripping off the stem the same way you learned from Peeta.

"You were too busy indulging in my lovely bread," he said.

You two sat in silence for a while, watching the sky and listening to the chirping of birds.

It was nice to sit with him in silence sometimes, appreciating the time you've spent together and the trials you went through with him. Through the tough and the breaking points, you two came out alive.

You had finished your bread, and scooted over on the quilt to sit closer to him.

Without saying a word, his arm wrapped around your torso, pulling you to his side, and you allowed your head to drop to his shoulder, snuggling close to his body.

You sat like this for a while, listening to the world around you move while you sat in eternal happiness, where nothing could hurt you in Peeta's arms.

You were home, both physically, and mentally.

Peeta was your home, your rock, your everything. Life wouldn't go on without him.

You felt his head turn down to yours, resting his chin on top of your head. He kissed the top of your head lightly, his arm tightening around you.

"I love you," he said.

"I love you," you replied, grabbing hold of him to watch the sky go by.

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