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princessbellecerise · 2 years ago

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What’s Mine Is Yours

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summary | Sejanus and Coriolanus are brothers. What belongs to Sejanus also belongs to Coryo—including you. Or in which your boyfriend’s best friend fucks you

warnings | smut, cuckholding, loss of virginity (f.), creampie, dirty talk, manipulation, pet names, choking, 18+ ONLY

this fic is eighteen plus. minors do not enter

divider by @princessbellecerise

Coriolanus Snow did not like Sejanus Plinth. Anyone with a brain could see that—expect maybe the boy himself, but it wasn’t because of the reason most people thought.

Sure, Coriolanus thought he was annoying and he hated him because he was district, but that wasn’t the only reason.

In fact, the main reason was you—Sejanus’ long time girlfriend that had caught Coryo’s eye the minute he saw you.

It was during your first year at the academy, and of course he had spotted you on Sejanus’ arm, looking beautiful in a white dress while Sejanus wore a white suit to match.

Coriolanus didn’t even know who you were, but he was fascinated by you and the the aura of innocence that you held which captivated the man. The whole night, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you and even when you had left, you plagued his mind.

It drove him crazy, and Coriolanus made it his mission from then on out to get closer to you. Of course, it was difficult seeing as you were all over Sejanus and even by your final year, the two of you were still painfully in love.

It made Coriolanus sick to see the two of you together, knowing that a district boy like Sejanus didn’t deserve someone so kind and pure. You were as pure as snow he liked to think; only good enough for him.

It was him that you belonged with; him that you belonged to. Sure, maybe you didn’t see it yet, but Coryo made a vow that you would. Sooner or later, he would devise a plan to get you away from Sejanus, away from the man that didn’t deserve you.

Coryo would have you all to himself before you knew it, and he did.

For as smart and you and Sejanus were, you never even saw him coming. Neither of you suspected that the man that you both had befriended in your second year, the friend that you had invited to your homes and dined with would end up becoming closer than that.

Sure, you always knew that the bond between the three of you was special, but never did you imagine that it would be this special. You and Sejanus had a plan. After graduating, you were going to get married and of course, it was only then would the two of you finally have sex for the first time.

The two of you vowed to wait for each other, wanting to make it special but now all of that was out the window as Coriolanus and your boyfriend stared at you.

A slight smirk adored Coryo’s pale face while Sejanus’ tan face looked worried. Worried that he had possibly overwhelmed you or even scared you by proposing what he did. Proposing…well you could hardly even thinking about it without your body heating up. It felt wrong; getting warm inside at the idea of your best friend, of your boyfriend’s best friend, taking your virginity.

But you did.

No matter how scared or confused you felt in that moment, you still felt a fire in your belly that you had never felt before. Looking at Coryo, seeing him in that light for the first time and being allowed to…

It almost made you say yes before Sejanus spoke up.

“Sweetheart, you don’t have to,” He told you reassuringly, and even though Coryo felt his eye twitch in annoyance he didn’t say anything as you talked to your boyfriend. “If you’re uncomfortable with any of this, we can easily leave and—”

“I want to.”

Coryo wasn’t expecting those words to fly out of your mouth, and he relished in the way you almost seemed ashamed for speaking too quickly. You seemed…eager, if he wasn’t mistaken, which only excited him more to know that you wanted this.

You wanted his cock to be your first time, not Sejanus’. You wanted him over the man you loved and planned to marry since you met him. You chose him to give yourself to, not Sejanus, and there were no words to describe how he felt as Sejanus finally nodded.

Coryo started off slow. First, he leaned in and his lips met yours in a delicate kiss, unlike him but he wanted to make sure that he didn’t scare you off.

He wanted make sure that you were comfortable so that you or Sejanus didn’t back out of this. He had gotten this far; manipulated Sejanus into thinking that this would the best, and Coryo would be damned if he didn’t see it though.

He would be damned if he didn’t get to feel you; to taste you and to take you. He’d be damned if you weren’t wrapped around his cock by the end of the night, so he went slow and he almost let you take the reigns.

It was an illusion, you having control, but you didn’t know that so you were able to control the kiss to your liking. At first, you remained hesitant as Sejuanus’ lips had been the only ones you’d ever tasted, but after a few seconds of being pressed against Coryo, you quickly began to let go.

It was almost too easy to get you to kiss back, your lips moving against his in a pace that surprised even him. Even though this is what he wanted, Coroy never thought that it would be something you’d crave as well.

He never thought that you’d have eyes for anyone other than Sejanus, but alas that wasn’t true as you allowed him to lay you back on the bed.

The pretty little skirt that Sejanus had told you to wear at Coryo’s suggestion, rode up ever so slightly and you gasped into the kiss as one of Snow’s hands came to trace your thigh.

His pale hand was cold, but not unpleasant as he creeped in and went higher and higher to your panties. You had never done this before, so you relinquished the control you thought you had and let him do his thing since obviously he knew more than you.

For a moment, you hated yourself for the jealousy you felt, imaging him doing this with someone else, but that quickly went away as Coryo finally reached your white panties and touched you in a way that made you gasp.

“Oh!”

“Shh,” Coryo pulled away from your lips and smirked as he looked down at your flustered expression, loving the way your (E/C) eyes widened and looked at him with utter lust.

God, it was so easy to make you come undone and Coroy was excited to continue to see how far he could push you. In the corner, you breifly saw your boyfriend take a seat in a nearby chair as Coryo reached in and lightly tugged on your panties.

They were soaked, as he expected, and you were a little embarrassed at how damp and hot you felt for him down there. Looking at Sejanus should’ve caused you some type of guilt, but it only turned you on more to see the pained expression on his face, his own lust shining through as he zipped down his pants.

He began to take his cock out just as your own sex was exposed, the cold air making you shiver. You watched with your chest heaving as Coriolanus pulled them off, stuffing the white material in his back pocket before spreading your legs.

“Is this okay pretty girl?” He asked softly, and a tenderness you’ve never seen before seeped out. Coryo looked genuinely concerned before he touched you, and you hated to say how much it made your heart flutter.

Quickly, you took a look at Sejanus and he nodded as he began to stroke himself. The sight made your mouth water, only making it easier to say yes to Coryo as you breathed out.

“Please,” You quietly begged him, and not even a second after that was Coriolanus complying with your wishes and using his long fingers to touch you for the first time. He stroked in between your folds and you moaned as Coriolanus panted, his own cock growing harder at your wetness.

He decided to take it further and touched you again, this time pressing his thumb against your clit which made you jolt. Gasping, sly blue eyes met yours and before you could even blink, you were experiencing a pleasure that you had never felt before.

Snow decided to keep his thumb on your clit, rubbing soft circles while his other fingers teased your hole.

You grew nervous as he slowly gathered your wetness and looked at you for permission to go ahead. In the corner, Sejanus waited with anticipation for your head to slowly nod, and then he watched you moaned, your back arching as Coriolanus started to fuck you with his fingers.

Like the kiss, he took it slow and only filled you with one finger to start you off. He knew that you were a virgin and he doubted that you had ever even used your own fingers. You couldn’t have, cause fuck you felt tight around him.

Coryo could barely fit one finger in, and he had no clue how you were going to take his cock but he was beyond excited to find out. He didn’t want to loosen you too much because he wanted to feel you and open you up on his cock, but he did want you to relax a little.

You were too tense, face scrunched up at the intrusion and your chest had started heaving. You grabbed his hand for some comfort but Coryo pulled away, shaking his head and nodding ever so slightly in Sejanus’ direction.

“I want you to hold his hand while I fuck you with my fingers,” Coryo leaned down to purr in your ear, and you shivered as he pumped his finger faster while waiting on you to make a move. You did, and shakily your hand reached out to clasp Sejanus’ who had no problem holding it.

He used one had to hold onto you, and the other was still stroking himself as he watched Coryo please you with his finger. He watched as you shivered and moaned, your back arching slightly when Coryo added one more or when he sped up.

You could hardly think as his long digits stroked something inside of you that made you want to scream. Coryo stroked a fire that you didn’t even know had been lighted, leaving you yearning for it to be quenched.

Despite yourself, you started to grind yourself against his fingers to try and chase that feeling faster. Between Coryo pumping his fingers in and out of you and playing with your clit, you started to get closer and close to something that nearly blinded you with pleasure. You didn’t know what it was, but Coryo did, and he smirked as he finally brought you to your first ever orgasm.

A sound like no other left your pretty lips, and Coryo was smug as he watched Sejanus and you experience it. He watched as your boyfriend pumped his cock faster at the sound of your moans, unable to control his own. Seeing Coryo bring you to pleasure must’ve fueled him, but if Sejanus took pleasure in that, then he’d really cum once he saw what Coriolanus was about to do to you.

Once you had come down from your high, your vision felt blurry and your body felt on cloud nine but somehow, you still felt Coryo’s lips on yours and you kissed him back.

On your end, it was passionate, your lips moving in sync as your mind numbly tried to recover.

Everything was hazy, but it felt so good that you couldn’t help but to succumb to the pleasure of it all and accidentally forget that Sejanus was holding your hand. In your mind, all you could feel was Coryo; his fingers, his lips, his cock as he unbuckled his pants and freed himself.

It was only him, and your mouth watered as he pulled away and you got a glimpse of his gorgeous cock.

It slapped against his stomach almost painfully, the tip red, angry and leaking with pre-cum. His cock showed his true emotions even if Coriolanus did not; showing you that he was just as excited and eager about this as you.

Out of nervousness, you couldn’t help but to comment, “I didn’t know that you were a natural brunette,” which made Coriolanus laugh despite himself.

“There’s a lot that you don’t know about me sweetling,” He told you mischievously, but before you could even think about what that meant, you were distracted as he laid down and positioned himself at your entrance.

Nerves pooled in the pit of your stomach and you gripped Sejanus’ hand tight as Coryo captivated your eyes. He didn’t kiss bother to lean down to kiss, as he wanted to watch your face from the moment he entered you. He wanted to see very emotion, watch every expression, so he made you were looking at him and only him as he hovered over you.

“Are you ready?” He asked one last time, and instinctively you nodded as his hand came up to stroke your hair.

“Yes,” You found yourself breathing out all of your nerves with one breath, and before you could change your mind, Coriolanus began to sink his cock into you. His hips guided themselves and he was lucky that he had your wetness to help him, because fuck you had the tightest cunt he had ever felt.

You sucked him in easily enough, just like you were made for him, but there was still some resistance which Coryo knew you felt as you whimpered.

Underneath him, tears kissed your eyes and you squeezed Sejanus’ hand as hard as you could, but that wasn’t enough to distract you from the pain that you felt. It felt like Coriolanus was splitting you in half with his cock, pushing past your barriers which was easy for him, but difficult on you.

You ended up having to rip your hand away from Sejanus and instinctively, you wrapped one hand around Snow’s back and the other flew down to your cunt to try and relive some of the pressure.

Coryo looked down at you disapprovingly as you tried to stop him, gently grabbing your hand and shaking his head.

“Move your hand pretty girl,” He demanded softly, and you hiccuped as your cunt struggled to take him. “I’m only gonna tell you this once.”

He wasn’t mean, but his tone was warning enough to make you pull away, allowing him to sink deeper while you cried softly. He was quick to wipe your tears away, taking in your scrunched up face and pretty lips. They were parted and making the most gorgeous sounds he had ever heard as he made sure to sink deeper and deeper.

Regardless if you could take him, Coryo was determined to make himself fit. Determined to be a perfect match for your cunt, so even though he wanted to protest, he allowed you to wrap your legs around him, and your arms, in order to hold him close. You wanted to feel him, to feel loved by him in the moment and you did.

At least, you thought you did.

Your faces pressed together, his lips kissing your forehead as he finally grabbed your fingers and laced them together. You thought it was a romantic gesture, but Coryo found it easier to move now that your arms weren’t around him.

He found it easier to distract you by telling you sweet nothings, poison dripping from his lips which you believed and you didn’t even realize what he was doing until it was too late.

Coryo got you right where he wanted you, and once you stopped resisting he took the chance to sink himself inside of you, filling you to the hilt while his moans masked your cries.

“That’s it sweetling. You take my cock so well, I knew you would,” He cooed as he kissed your cheeks, tasting the tears and enjoying them as you squeezed his hands. Not only that, your cunt squeezed him as well, fluttering in desperation at the unfamiliar intrusion.

Really it was your own fault for allowing him so deep, since you had been the one to wrap your legs around him and pull him closer. In your desperate attempt for his touch, you had ended up taking him all the way, and now Coriolanus finally got what he wanted as he began to fuck you.

The lewd sounds of his cock disappearing into your cunt filled the room, skin on skin making you both uncomfortable and turned on. The guilt you felt earlier about wanting Coryo returned, and you felt guilty that you were wet for him, so needy and desperate for his touch.

Breifly you wondered what Sejanus must think now that Coryo had fully claimed you, and when you turned your head to look at him, he had his eyes closed, his own moans spilling out.

Gently, Coryo grabbed your face and made you look at him.

“Focus on me, pretty girl. Only me. I’m the one that’s making you feel this good, yeah? I’m the one that’s claimed this little cunt. Not him,” The demanding tone was back, and you whimpered as his fingers tightened a little painfully. “Say it for me. Say that I own this cunt, and let him fucking hear it,” Coryo growled, fucking you faster as your nails raked down his back. It wasn’t hard enough to draw blood, but it was enough to make him hiss, laughing lightly at the pain. “Go on. I wanna hear you say it. Tell Sejanus that you belong to me.”

“I belong to you, Coryo,” You moaned out as loud as you could, not sure if your boyfriend could hear you but Coroy sure could.

“Louder,” He demanded as his hand moved to your throat.

Your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head in pleasure as your breaths came out under his control. You felt more alive than you ever had before, completely immersed in a pleasure that was indescribable. The pain that you felt previously still lingered, but it was also mixed in with the pleasure of his cock hitting just the right spots over and over again.

Just like with his fingers, Coryo had found the fire inside of you and you didn’t care what you had to say or do to get to that peak again.

“I belong to you, Coryo! Only you,” You sobbed as soon he took his hands off your throat, feeling a little lightheaded but competent enough to lean up and try to kiss him. Coryo dodged your attempts smugly, liking the way your face fell for a second before grabbing you himself and kissing you roughly.

His tongue immediately made its way inside of your mouth, the kiss messy and desperate but you loved it. You loved the way he felt against you, the way he felt inside of you, pounding into your tight cunt. You liked that he didn’t treat you as delicate and just took what he wanted, claiming you for his own when your boyfriend didn’t have the guts to.

You could still hear Sejanus’ moans as you kissed Coriolanus passionately, leaning up slightly and letting him pull you closer for once.

He let go of your hands and surprisingly placed your arms around him, causing you to grip him tight as he moaned in your mouth. In return, he lifted you slightly and wrapped his own arms around you, holding you close so there was no separation between the two of you. None at all.

It was the most passion that he had showed you all night, and while you appreciated it, desperately taking what you could get, you also had a feeling as to why as you felt his cock twitch inside of you.

You didn’t know much about sex, but you did know that men came to their peak too and you suspected that Coryo was close.

The way he was starting to slow down, his thrusts becoming sloppy and his behavior becoming erratic, it was only a matter of time before all three of you came to your peak.

Sejanus was still watching you both, close to his high as he watched Coryo rock in and out of you. The sight of the two of you combined, kissing each other and holding one another like you and Coryo were a couple instead of you and him, made his heart pang.

It made his chest squeeze and his ego deflate as Snow pulled away, demanding that you tell him that you were his, that he owned your cunt in a way that Sejanus never would while looking right at him.

But that wasn’t even the worst blow.

The worst of it came when Snow leaned down, hiking up your shirt so that your tits were exposed to him. Your whole body was on display for him, being touched by only him, and when he was done taking your sensitive buds between his teeth Coryo had a final question.

“Where do you want me princess?” Coryo asked you gently, sweat dripping off his forehead as his hips connected with yours. He had a sneaking suspicion of what would end up happening anyways, but he needed to hear you say it for his own sake. He wanted to hear you say it, wanted it to come from your mouth so that Sejanus would know that this was what you wanted, not just him.

“Inside. I want you inside, please Coryo,” You begged him, and Coryo wanted to hear you say exactly that, so that Sejanus would know there was a reason he was breaking their one rule.

“Don’t finish inside of her, I at least want that experience to myself,” Sejanus had warned him, and now here he was, balls clenching and your cunt squeezing around him as Coryo moaned and finally spilled himself inside of you.

He made sure that he was buried to the hilt, made sure that Sejanus was watching as he delivered one last blow and took away that from him, too.

His thick seed shot out and coated your walls, and shortly after that the dam inside of you broke and soon you were creaming all over Coriolanus’ cock as well.

The sweet sounds you let out were something that he relished, something that sent Sejanus over the edge as he finally came. His groans mixed in with your own as his seed spilled onto his hand, while Coryo snapped his hips to fuck his cum back into you.

He didn’t want a single drop to be spilled, so for a few seconds he held your face, kissed you, brushed away the sweaty hair from your face, and then settled for holding your hand until he was sure that your cunt swallowed every last drop.

Only then did Coryo finally roll off of you, relinquishing your body to Sejanus’ open arms like before.

But, as he expected, when your boyfriend reached for you and asked if you were okay, your glazed over eyes could only hold Coryo’s gaze, only sought his approval and praise as you finally came down from your high.

“I’m fine, Sej,” You said quietly, looking at the spot where your arousal and blood wetted the sheets.

It was evidence of what just happened. Evidence that Coriolanus’ plan had worked. Because not only did he plan to be your first, he also planned to be your last.

Sejanus would no longer have your heart after this. After this, Coriolanus had no doubt that you would run to him eventually, begging to be with the man that was your first.

He could already see it in your eyes, feel it in the way you lingered around him instead of taking Sejanus’ outstretched hand.

A small smirk rose on his face as he thought smugly of what the aftermath would bring.

And today was just the start.

#tbosas x reader #tbosas #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow smut #sejanus plinth #sejanus plinth x reader

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eymie · 1 year ago

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HEAVY !

pairing: sejanus plinth x fem!reader

warnings: smut, size kink, porn no plot

Sejanus needed to have you close to him, touching his hot skin. You hated to admit it but you loved the way he felt pressed against you. He was larger than you, by a lot you’d say. The way his weight felt on you made your cunt clench.

It didn’t take him long to find this out.

He had you pinned to the bed, from behind with his full body weight on you. Thrusting into your sopping wet cunt, stretching you wide. Your moans were muffled by the pillow your face was pushed into.

You felt his chest pressed hard against your back, his hips constantly smacking back against your ass. The room was filled with the sound of your skin slapping, his grunts and moans, and your muffled cries.

His fingers intertwined with your hands from behind, every ounce of skin touching.

“You like that?” He murmured into your ear. His thrust still unrelenting, splitting you open. “Talk to me.”

He almost whined out his words, wanting to hear your voice but he’d been fucking you so long you couldn’t think straight. You were drunk on his cock and touch, only whimpers and cries leaving your lips.

Your pussy clenched around his hard length, signaling your impending orgasm. Your cunt was overstimulated, along with the rest of your body. Your throat was raw along with your stretched pussy.

“Cum for me, pretty.” His thick fingers let go of your hand, sliding down to your neck. He pulled your head out of the pillow, ignoring the large pool of drool. “Shh, that’s it.”

Your mouth fell open, a quiet moan of his name. He pulled out almost entirely before thrusting back in, your juices coating his cock. Ecstasy filled you, coming once again tonight. A louder moan of his name leaving your lips, more like a rasp from your sore throat.

”Good girl,” He mumbled into your skin, fucking you through your orgasm. His thrusts got sloppier, his own orgasm sparking through him. His hot seed filled your tight warm cunt, spilling out around his length.

He shallowly thrusted a few more times before going still, your cunt still stuffed full of him. His breath was hot on your skin, his weight on top of your body making you whimper.

#sejanus plinth smut #sejanus plinth x reader #sejanus x reader #sejanus deserved better #sejanus plinth #sejanus plinth fanfiction #tbosbas #tbosas #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #smut

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targaryenluvs · 2 years ago

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i have a request for an angsty scenario where coryo and reader are together and at the bombing in the arena instead of going to reader he goes to protect lucy gray and reader has to be saved by the peacekeepers or one of her classmates.

WORTH IT

pairings: coriolanus snow x fem!reader, coriolanus snow x lucy gray (suspected), sejanus plinth x fem!reader (suspected)

summary: coriolanus made the mistake of protecting lucy gray during the bombing, rather than you.

warnings: angsty angst, yelling, mentions of cheating, crying, miscommunication and misconceptions

a/n: we do not condone the villainization of lucy gray in this house no ma’am - i think i’m horrid at angst so bare w me please

the roof was crumbling.

the bomb had blown you miles away from where you once stood and your body was aching. the rubble surrounded you and the only person your eyes were searching for was corio.

a flash of red and yellowy blonde darted towards the array of rainbows, lucy and corio.

you were forced to watch on as he tried his hardest to move aside the rubble that was crushing her, and not you. you were lying a few metres away yet his first observation was her, and his mind was on her, his hands too as he dragged her out from underneath.

his face was twisted in, anguish? confusion? he looked at lucy gray as if she was the oddest thing in the world before his eyes drifted to you, then behind you as sejanus pulled you out from underneath.

and as you were about to thank your friend the world faded from your grasp, heaving breaths and the sound of someone shouting your name being the last thing you hear.

the beeping was irritating you.

you thanked the machine for keeping you steady but god did it drive into your skull. as you opened your eyes, corio invaded your space, clutching your face in his hands and he worriedly looked over you, “are you okay? does it hurt? i’m so sorry i thought lucy was you i didn’t- i just saw her hair and- i’m so sorry y/n.” corio rambled as you scoffed. getting up you saw the room was empty, “your parents are outside, so is tigris and sejanus.”

you brushed him off as you approached the tv screen infront of you. lucy. and god did she look amazing. donations were pouring in and all of a sudden you understood why corio seemed so adamant on being with her, helping her. she was a gorgeous songbird and you were a dull capitol parrot. nothing special.

“she looks amazing coriolanus. i hope you win with her.” you spoke softly as your eyes began to tear up at the thought of him leaving you. “hey- i’m doing what we’re all doing, nothing more and nothing less. i’m trying to win here y/n/n, you know i need this more than anyone else.” you sighed, “i know, do what you must.”

corios eyebrows furrowed as you made your back to the bed but not before corio reached out for you. “hey, i’m sorry. you have no idea how scared i was when the bomb went off. the first thing i wanted to do was make sure you were okay but i didn’t have enough time to make sure the person i was going after was the right one. i’m so sorry, i promise i’ll make it up to you. and i promise, you are the one that i want. lucy please.”

was that the sound of your heart breaking?

you raised your head up high, trying to stop the tears from dropping as coriolanus was for once, at a loss for words. you turned around and smiled, “have a nice time with her corio. three years of us down the drain for district 12 scum. she probably doesn’t even love you, wonder what she’ll do when you slip up.”

“and what’re you going to do? crawl to sejanus?”

and as he stuttered, trying to come up with an apology, your eyes teared up again you came to a decision.

he wasn’t worth it.

#coriolanus snow x fem!reader #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus x reader #sejanus plinth #sejanus x reader #sejanus plinth x reader #lucy gray x coriolanus

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bruisedboys · 1 year ago

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sejanus plinth x fem!reader | sejanus is a helpless romantic, you’re totally shy under his affections, but he just can’t help himself!

implied shy!reader, coryo being a menace but in a playful way, sejanus being a tease, kissing, so much fluff!!!!

Coriolanus watches you and Sejanus with a look of mild disgust on his face.

“Ugh,” he says. “They’re gross.”

Lucy Gray laughs, up to her knees in the long, soft grass.

“Don’t be mean, Coriolanus,” she chides, digging her elbow into his ribs. “I think they’re cute.”

“Cute?” Coriolanus huffs, incredulous. “He looks like he’s about to eat her.”

Truth be told, Sejanus does look a bit like he wants to eat you. In the most romantic way possible, of course. You’re both sitting on the pier over the lake, and he’s got you in his lap, your knees caged on either side of his hips, his face so close to yours you’re almost kissing. He thumbs at your collarbone, fingers curled over your bare shoulder, hands warm on your sunkissed skin, gazing at you like you’ve been threaded with pure gold. The lake sloshes softly beneath you.

You peek over Sejanus’ shoulder, buzzing with fondness. “They’re looking at us.”

“Who?” Sejanus asks, distracted by the way you shudder under his touch. He thinks it’s sickeningly cute, how shy you are. “Coryo, huh? Don’t worry, honey. He’s just jealous.”

Honey? Heat creeps up your neck at an alarming rate. Any more of this and you’ll melt in a lovesick puddle. The pet name plays in your head over and over like a broken record. Honey, honey, honey.

“Jealous?” You ask breathlessly. You can’t seem to think straight when he’s got you this close. His hands on your skin, his thighs firm under yours. You glance over his shoulder again, self conscious.

“Mhm.” Sejanus brings a hand to your jaw and tilts your head in his direction with two fingers, forcing your gaze away from your friends. “‘Cause you’re so pretty,” he explains, voice like melted sugar. “And I’ve got you all to myself.”

You fear you’ll go up in flames. You hide your burning face by dropping it to his shoulder, shy and so so in love with him. Sejanus laughs softly, soaked through in fondness, and rubs your back with a big warm hand. Your spaghetti strap top means his palm graces a slice of exposed skin at the top of your back, and pleasured goosebumps erupt in his wake.

“I’m sorry, that was a bit much, wasn’t it?” He murmurs, his mouth ghosting your ear, so close he’s almost kissing it. He sweeps his hand up your back and then down again. “C’mon, come back out. I want to look at you.”

He pulls back slightly and gets a hand under your chin to encourage you up. You’re putty in his hands, surprising yourself at how quickly you oblige, how quick you are to do what he wants. He waits patiently for you to meet his gaze and once you do, you find your own feelings of overbearing fondness reflected back at you. His pretty eyes are pools of love, the honey sun painting them the colour of browned butter. You like him so much you could suffocate in it.

Sejanus grins at you, cheeks dimpling. He tucks some of your hair behind your ear.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks softly. His hand lingers at your throat.

“Yeah,” you nod, breathless and much too eager but you can’t bring yourself to care. “You don’t have to ask, Sej.”

Sejanus hums before capturing your mouth in a swift kiss. You breathe him in and curl your hand around his neck, breathing in his scent of pine and firewood, something sweeter, like caramel. Your fingers brush over the short hair at the nape of his neck. He’s told you he used to have curly hair, and as much as you like imagining him with his curls, you like his buzzed hair just as much. He’s so handsome he doesn’t need curls, anyway.

Sejanus brings his hand to your waist and tugs you closer, desperate and greedy but never rough. You go happily, kissing him back with as much earnest as you can manage, pushing up onto your knees in your desperation to be closer still. You get lost, forget where you are, like you tend to do when you’re with Sejanus.

Meanwhile, Coriolanus is fake gagging into the grass.

“You agree that’s a bit excessive, right?” He asks Lucy Gray.

Lucy Gray just rolls her eyes. “You’re dramatic. They’re in love.”

Coryo scoffs. “Couldn’t they be in love somewhere else?”

Lucy Gray watches as you pull away from Sejanus and start giggling like a lovesick fool, while he tries to coax you back into another kiss.

No, she thinks. Not gonna happen.

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sincere1ystar · 10 days ago

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⋆˚🐾˖° sejanus with your cat ⋆˚🐾˖°

When you met Sejanus you knew you wouldn’t love anymore else with that level of adoration. The stray cat you had brought home challenged that claim.

The door let out a small squeak when you came home that evening. Sejanus had managed to hoist you into his arms before you could even announce your return.

“Baby… I missed you”, Sejanus mumbles in between the soft kisses he leaves.

You felt him slightly droop onto you and you were more than happy to carry his weight. “Long day?”

“Nothing I can’t get through without my angel”.

You smile as his kisses shift into something more. Your fingers trace the map of his freckles as he carries you to the couch, oh how you loved your boy.

Your hands made their way to his broad shoulders as he buried his face in your middle. He could’ve stayed there all night, but the paws prodding his back weren’t going to allow for that.

“Maple!”, you giggle as the small cat makes her way towards you. Maple didn’t seem to notice Sejanus’s winces that resulted in her using his back as her own personal runaway state before she pounced onto you. The cat purrs as you sit up and take her in your arms, completely forgetting about Sejanus’s presence.

“Hey”, Sejanus grumbles affectionately , “I could use some lovin’ too”.

You were about to turn to him before Maple stretches and exposes her tummy to you. “Aww she wants belly rubs!”

Sejanus sighed watching as you endlessly cooed over the furry creature. Maybe he would have better luck tomorrow night. Sejanus had made a promise, that all he needed to be happy was for your own happiness to be present. Maple had made you happy, which in turn made him happy, no matter how demanding their cat was.

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Sejanus came home late that night, so it was no surprise when he already found you in bed. However it was surprising to find Maple waiting for him on his side of the bed. It wasn’t enough for her to just be adored by you, she also needed attention from Sejanus. His little girl was spoiled to say the least.

“C’mere Maple”, he cooes. The cat curls up next to him and purrs as Sejanus begins to pet her affectionately. “I suppose you aren’t too bad”.

“See, we can get along pretty well when you aren’t stealing my sweetheart from my arms”. Maple purrs in agreement.

Sejanus shifts to give Maple more room and the rustles start to wake you up.

“Sejanus?”, your groggy words seemed to alert Maple as she made her way towards your lying form. “You’re up late too Maple?”

“Go back to sleep love”, Sejanus was quick to soothe your restless nature. Maple seemed to sense it as well as she started to knead at your side. “See we’re all here, no need to worry.”

#idk what this is but take it!!#i don’t like this 😞 LIKE IT COULDVE BEEN WRITTEN BETTER #sejanus plinth #sejanus plinth x reader #sejanus x reader #sejanus plinth fanfiction #thg tbosas #sejanus fanfic #tbosas #tbosas fanfiction #the ballad of songbirds and snakes

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euphemiaamillais · 1 year ago

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imagining a modern sej and coryo where they’re you’re roommates but you had just found ur boyfriend cheating on you so your roommates decide to cheer you up by showing you all the pleasures they can give you. and it turns to both of them being inside your pussy at once, rubbing their dicks together while inside of you

mdni | sej and coryo help you feel better

cw: 18+//threesome//double-penetration//fingering//cream pie//oral (f. receiving)//mentions of cheating—this fic is particularly dirty so please read at your discretion!

when you’d found those photos of that girl in lingerie on your boyfriend’s phone, you’d been heartbroken. you’d come home, mascara running down your cheeks, eyes brimming with tears. you’d rushed to your room, too embarrassed to face your roommates, and spent the next half-hour weeping as you scrolled through old photos of the two of you.

there was a knock at the door, and you didn’t respond, but the door creaked open and the heads of both coriolanus and sejanus poked through the door. when they saw how miserable you looked—you’d at least wiped off your mascara—they came straight in, offering looks of sympathy.

‘what’s wrong?’ sej asked, brushing the hair that had fallen in front your face behind your ear.

you broke out into sobs again, and he wrapped an arm around you. he was so warm, and you nestled into him.

‘he was cheating on me,’ you wept, and coryo came and sat down beside you, giving your hand a squeeze.

unlike sej, his touch was cool, but it felt pleasant, both of them touching you like this. it was oddly intimate. sure, you guys had always been close since your first year of uni, but you weren’t the kind to be kissing each other. not yet, at least.

‘i’ll kill him,’ coryo seethed, and you shook your head, gazing at him through bleary eyes.

‘no, that won’t help. i just feel like shit,’ you felt your tears trickle into sejanus’ shirt and shot him an apologetic look; not that he minded.

coryo eyed sej, and moved his hand over your thigh. you furrowed your brow, but you were so overrun with emotions you couldn’t make any logical decisions. his touch made your core tingle a little.

‘i know what can help,’ coryo murmured, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

‘yeah?’ you asked, lips flickering into a small grin.

coryo’s hand travelled further up your thigh, past the apex, and stopped when his fingers brushed against your panties. you were wearing your favourite pair, pink and lacy—they had been for your boyfriend. he raised a brow when he was surprised that you were already wet.

‘jesus, sej, she’s so fucking wet,’ he remarked, and sejanus felt his cock stiffen at the mere mention of your cunt. both of them had dreamed of a day like this.

‘you want this, yeah?’ sejanus asked, ever the sweetheart. you nodded dumbly, already distracted by the pleasant feeling of coryo’s finger stroking your cunt.

‘we’ll make you feel better, hm?’ coryo cooed, slipping a finger inside your cunt.

seeing your expression of delight at the feeling of one finger, he slipped another inside, and pressed his thumb against your clit. you turned to face sej, entranced by his warmth, and pressed your lips flush against his.

it didn’t take long for it to extend into heavy, hot open-mouthed kissing, his hands gripping at the small of your back, yours wrapped around his neck as his lips stifled your moans. coryo’s fingers felt so good, you couldn’t believe you’d wasted your time on that stupid boyfriend of yours when you had two hot roommates.

once you’d come around coryo’s fingers, you could see both the boys were achingly hard. your cunt throbbed, and in the state you were in, your mind was too blurred by your orgasm and the anger you had for your now-ex-boyfriend. you couldn’t decide which one to have first, and gnawed anxiously at your bottom lip.

‘i want both of you,’ you admitted, and the two boys exchanged glances as if they were sparring for which one got to have you first.

‘both?’ sejanus raised his eyebrows in surprise. he was a little jealous, and was anxious he wouldn’t be able to match up to coryo’s prowess—coryo was the more dominant one of the two, and sejanus knew coryo could work his charm on you.

‘you can’t exactly make me choose,’ you pout, your hand ghosting sejanus’ bulge teasingly. he let out a breathy moan, but coryo, ever the envious one, grabbed your chin with his hand and forced him to meet your gaze.

‘maybe we won’t,’ coryo murmured, and you shivered a little, his icy eyes boring into you.

within seconds, coryo had slid your panties off of you, sighing at the sight of your glistening cunt. sejanus couldn’t help himself, and slid his fingers through your wet folds.

‘jesus,’ sej shook his head in disbelief. his cock was straining against his pants; he needed urgent relief.

coryo had removed his own pants, revealing a long, pretty cock with an achingly red tip. you let out a whimper at the sight of it, egged on a little by the feeling of sejanus’ fingers rubbing at your already overstimulated clit.

‘coryo, need you,’ you gasped, feeling your body surge with the beginnings of another orgasm, skin tingling.

coryo didn’t waste his time, and slid into your pussy, causing you to cry out. even though you definitely weren’t a virgin, he was the biggest you’d been with, and you could feel his tip poking against your cervix.

‘fucking hell, she’s so tight sej,’ coryo let out a stifled breath, resting his cock. ‘you need to feel her too.’

your brows raised in alarm, watching as sejanus unbuttoned his own pants, sliding them down, and then his boxers. his cock was beautiful too, girthy and dripping with precum.

‘gonna fill you up,’ coryo grunted, sliding himself in and out of you slowly, stretching out your tight walls. ‘think you can take me and sej, huh?’

you nodded blearily, and held your breath, eyes following sejanus as he struggled to find his way to your cunt. you’d thought he’d go for your other hole, but they took you wanting them both very literally.

you let out a cry, body trembling as you feel sejanus enter you along with coryo. it stung, but you feel so pleasantly full, and from the groans of the boys, it seemed like they were enjoying it too. it feels almost pornographic, having both of them in your cunt at the same time, and you feel yourself clench around them.

‘look at you, what a fuckin’ slut,’ coryo slid his cock against sejanus’ and you flinch, the sensation driving you mad.

‘fuck, coryo, i don’t know how much more i can take,’ sejanus admitted shamefully, his cock pulsing with pleasure.

the feeling of their cocks rubbing against one another, and pressing against your hole, testing the limit of what you can take sends both of them wild. coryo, ever daring, decides to give a thrust, watching as you writhe beneath him, tears forming in the corner of your eyes.

‘too much, huh?’ coryo taunted, a small smile flickering at his lips as he glances down at your cunt.

it’s stretched to the hilt; slick dripping round both their cocks, hole clenching at them. you look like such a slut, tears rolling down your cheeks, sweat beading your forehead; lips stretched into a pretty ‘o’ shape.

sejanus feels too scared of hurting you to move too much, but the sensation of coryo’s cock sliding in and out of you and against his cock makes him clench his fist, his breaths growing heavy as he urges his body to stop himself from coming too early.

‘please,’ you beg, cunt clenching around their cocks.

coryo drags himself out at a teasingly slow pace, and you can see sejanus’ face contorting with self-restraint. he can’t help himself anymore, and as coryo slips himself completely out of your hole, the feeling sends sejanus over the edge.

‘fuck,’ sejanus pants as he spills his load in you.

coryo laughs in disbelief, watching sejanus buck his hips helplessly into your hole; and he takes his own cock and slaps it against your pussy. you whine as it presses against your clit; body tingling with the dual sensations. sejanus’ cum is hot and sticky as he pulls out of you, and coryo groans, desperate to rebury himself inside of you.

‘want you to eat her pussy, sej,’ coryo directs as he slides into you.

you gasp, pussy raw but so achingly wet at the same time. you don’t know how much more you can take. sejanus obliges, crooking his neck so he can press his mouth against your slick folds. his tongue slides over the folds, fingers rubbing his cum and your own slick over your pussy.

coryo thrusts into you roughly, chasing his own orgasm as sejanus’ cum coats his cock. you felt so good around him, pussy clenching in spite of having been stretched out by the both of them.

you gasp as sejanus’ tongue finds its way to your clit, body going fuzzy with the start of your own release dancing across your skin. the sight of the both of them, coryo bucking himself inside your hole, and sejanus’ pretty mouth suckling at your clit sends you wild.

‘so good,’ coryo muses as he takes you further, hands gripping at your waist as he pounds you.

you feel yourself coming undone, cunt gushing around coryo’s cock. you run your fingers through sejanus’ curls, tugging as he sucks your clit into overstimulation. your mind goes white and fuzzy, and you cry out—it’s so good. you can’t even remember your stupid ex-boyfriend’s name.

‘such a slut for us, huh? bet you regret dating that stupid boyfriend of yours when you’ve got me and sej?’ coryo grunts as he ruts into you.

you nod, completely fucked out on his cock. sejanus’ mouth has moved to take one of your sensitive nipples in his mouth, and you mewl as you feel his tongue lap at the buds.

coryo finishes inside of you, breathing raggedly as he spurts thick ropes of cum against your walls. you can feel it mixing with sejanus’, and coryo can’t help but go hot at the thought of their cum together inside of you. you look so pretty like this, fucked out on them, cunt dripping with their pearly white loads.

‘thank you,’ you manage to murmur, head lolling back with pleasure.

needless to say, letting your roommates help you ‘feel better’ became a frequent occurrence.

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lovelymoondream · 19 days ago

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Sejanus Plinth helping you take care of your curly hair

Sejanus standing outside of your shower while you hold your hand out. “Shampoo!” “Conditioner!”

Sejanus dividing your hair in sections to apply the curl cream then the gel cast

If you finger curl, he takes over because he does it so quickly and precisely.

Admiring your hair and calling you pretty when he sees the curls bounce

Comparing hair care routines with him and sharing advice

If you guys have similar patterns, then you share products

If a product you want is too expensive, you find it the next day on your nightstand, courtesy of your observant boyfriend

Giving him a heart attack when he sees your newly straightened hair

#sejanus plinth #sejanus plinth x reader #tbosas x reader

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phefics · 2 years ago

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peeta mellark is gentle and romantic. he doesn’t want to seduce you, he wants to worship you. he’ll wine and dine you, bring you home, take off your heels and rub your sore feet, kiss his way up your legs, before eating your pussy until you cum twice, shouting his name. he might need a little guidance, his tongue fumbling for your clit, but once he finds it, he won’t leave it alone until you’re spent. then, he’ll cuddle up to you and let you sleep on his chest.

gale hawthorne is dominant and cool. he’ll bend you over a table and fuck you from behind, which would be impersonal if he weren’t kissing your shoulders and back, muttering sweet nicknames the whole time. he thinks his cock is enough to make you cum, and sometimes he’s right. his rough, calloused hands grip your hips hard, but his kisses are sweet.

finnick odair is cocky and wicked. he’ll spoil you in rich food and flashy jewelry, pick you up and carry you to bed. he knows every way to make you cum, but he purposefully teases, keeping you on edge, desperate and begging for him. he fucks you good, holding your hand as the mattress creaks with his every thrust. he laughs when you whine for more, but obliges, fucking harder, deeper. after you’ve both cum, he’ll drag you to bathe with him, washing your hair for you before carrying you back to bed.

coriolanus snow is arrogant and selfish. he smirks at you across the room, entices you with those blue eyes. he gets you into a quiet room, maybe even a closet, and pins you against the wall. he sucks marks into your neck and chest, all teeth, before hoisting you up, his hands on your ass, fucking you rough and fast. he finishes inside you, panting. after he’s finished, maybe he’ll ask your name, maybe promise to see you again.

sejanus plinth is devoted and careful. he’s gentle, mostly, but if you tell him that you like it rough, he will happily oblige. he likes to take it slow, building you up before he fucks you, using his fingers or his tongue to get you nice and wet. if you ask nicely, he’ll even let you cum before his cock has even left his pants. but once he’s inside you, he’s feral. messy, desperate kisses, gently squeezing at your throat. after all is said and done, he’ll kiss your neck where his fingers once were, tell you he’s sorry for being rough, that you’re perfect.

#peeta mellark x reader #gale hawthorne x reader #finnick odair x reader #coriolanus snow x reader #sejanus plinth x reader #the hunger games #thg blurbs #ophelia’s blurbs #my blurbs #my posts

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francixoxoxo · 1 month ago

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I'm begging you, for the good of humanity, please write more of politician Sej!

˚✧ ₊What They Wanted to Hear 𓅓₊˚

Politician!Sejanus Plinth x Reader

𝐒𝐞𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐒𝐞𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞.

“𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞,“ your husband made up his mind before you had even grasped his tie to tighten. “Pure, unadulterated, uni—“

“Unimaginable torture, I know.” You finish with lifted brows, patting his suit lapel. A drama king to his bones, Sejanus was. He sighed through his nose, letting his hands curl around the fabric of your dress at your waist. A simple cream, but with hundreds of little beads, it came off as intricate and chic. Understated, compared to the ridiculous fashion of the Capitol party you were about to attend.

“We can still skip it,” Sejanus cooed, hoping that a bit of sweet talk can undo the importance of attending this event. And, that a kiss to your temple might erase the memory of him warning that he’d want to ditch day-of, telling you to not let his antisocial nature get the best of his political agenda. It was almost laughable how predictable Sejanus could be with these things.

“Mm-mm. You aren’t slick.”

“I think I am.”

“I think you’re not,” a laugh parts your lips as Sejanus lifts his brows, glancing at his dress shoes as if admitting defeat in his own way.

This party wasn’t skippable, not if Sejanus had any hope of getting his bill passed. The intricate workings of Panem’s politics didn’t make complete sense to you, but you got the gist. Sejanus’ party was in the minority. Tonight would be a lot of sweet talk and dreaded conversational footwork.

The most anticipated problem was getting frustrated with the closed-minded politicians, the men double his age, who turned their nose up at a District-come-up radical. Even if Sejanus had been part of the Capitol scene for ten years now. You, on the other hand, seemed to charm the Capitolites.

Could just be that you opted for a smile and a compliment instead of a dive for the jugular. You made your impoverished, squalid District background into a sweet, quaint upbringing that the women would sigh sympathetically at and the men would compliment the humbleness of.

No rustling feathers. No inducing guilt. That was for late night discussions over wine at your kitchen table in the penthouse, where both yours and Sejanus’ voice raised— with passion, not bite. Talking about the world and your District until your mouth was dry. So that once you stepped again into the spotlight, you were uncontroversial and rather well-liked.

Your husband atleast had that to be grateful for— you made up for whatever amiability his hot words cost him. You made him likable.

He was especially grateful to have you to hanging on his arm once you were at the event, standing in a small circle of aged men and their young wives. The mansion, owned by a friend of Sejanus’ from his Academy days who’d also pursued politics, was undeniably lavish. The tiles underfoot were a soft yellow, small green, navy and red stone mandalas adorned every other one. Overhead was a high, mural rotunda, you couldn’t help your eyes flicking up to the intricate painting when the conversation bored you.

Practically the moment you stepped foot inside, Sejanus got you a drink. You’d never had it, but he insisted you’d like it, and he wasn’t wrong. When was he, when it came to what you liked? If you were a novel, you were one he’d memorized each page of, read over and over again and would still revisit without a bore. He knew you best, in a word.

He himself nursed a whiskey, his free hand on the small of your back as he guided you around the room. You shook the hands of politicians wives, occasionally getting separated from Sejanus but always found his way back to your side. It was a relief when he did— conversation with the capitolites was dull. Placid and meaningless. You supposed it was better here, talking about stylists and who got filler where, than the circus Sejanus was managing with the cabinet members.

“All right?” Sejanus murmured to you as you turned your backs to a circle of women. His eyes glanced down over your dress, dark brows raising with a kind of appreciation.

You hummed positively, taking the last sip out of the drink he had handed you an hour ago. He unwound his arm from around you to take the glass from you, place it with a tink on a nearby waiter’s tray and a “Thank you.”

“Are you?” Your easy smile broadened with humor when Sejanus pressed his lips, his eyes widening.

“Going nuts.” Your husband admits, voice exasperated as he shakes his head. You’re granted a few moments to share a look that held all that went unsaid— I see you, I understand, it’s one night, I can’t wait to be home, we’d leave right now if we could, I can call the car at this instant if you just say so, and that’s impossible, but I’m glad you’re here.

With a sharp inhale and a nod, Sejanus guides you to another circle of politicians, CEOs and monopolies. After some introductions, cycling through all your different learned ways to say “nice to meet you,” you can see the change in the men’s expressions as their gears shift to business.

It didn’t take very long for your husband’s patience to wane. Sejanus kept the hand of the arm you were wound around in his pocket, but the other one waved around as madly as the glass clutched in it would allow, “It’s simply the right thing, morally, senator. Schools in the Districts—“

“—It’s not the right thing monetarily, Plinth!” Insisted the older man, his light hair gelled down so sturdily you absentmindedly thought of the sound it might make if you rapped your knuckles on it.

A swell of Sejanus’ chest ripped your mind away from criticizing the politician. You knew an outburst was coming, you squeezed his bicep and shot him a look, an easy smile. Sejanus huffed through his nostrils and you could practically see steam come out his ears.

He turns back to the senator. “Padrino, it’s hardly a cost considering the money we could rake in, if more District kids learned skilled labor. Not to mention the innovation that I’m sure could come out of the Districts, if we only educate their youth.” Sejanus didn’t support the bill for that reason, no, he had admitted to you. But these people, you had to tell them what they wanted to hear, and most of the time, they wanted to hear about money. It was that, or nothing.

You had to speak their language, Sejanus had said, he’d learned that the hard way in his youth. But, he had a habit of forgetting his own advice.

“They can’t be taught, Sejanus,” Another man in the circle shook his head haughtily. You watch your husband’s nostrils flare at the patronizing use of his first name, and you have to seriously pinch him to keep him from lunging at the politicians next words;

“District children are simply born with a lesser intelligence, it’s clear. Otherwise, they’d claw their way up to the Capitol, wouldn’t they?”

Sejanus jaw ticks, clenching the muscles there, his lips pressing together tight before he nearly spits his retort. “I’m from the Districts. You seem to forget that.”

The man falters just an instant, before turning his cheek to the rest of the circle. “Isn’t that a good thing? You’ve assimilated so well! You’ve pulled yourself back up here, haven’t you?”

“That’s what sets you apart from them.” Padrino, the first man smiles and claps a hand on Sejanus’s shoulder. He quickly shrugs him off, but the politician didn’t skip a beat. How ignorant could someone be? You could see the way their words cut into Sejanus, how their suggestion that he was not District affected him. How his eloquence somehow made him above them, when he was them.

You can’t stay quiet any longer, you slip your hand from his bicep down to his wrist, hidden in his pocket. “I think it’s time for a dance, don’t you?”

Sejanus just nods, not meeting your eyes, stiff as cobble. The idea of having assimilated into these men’s ranks— it rattled around his head, knocking certain bits and cogs out of place. He twisted his hand to grasp yours.

As you pulled him away with a sugary sweet apology for tearing him from the conversation, (though you felt not one bit sorry,) Sejanus turns his face ever so slightly. When you meet his eyes, you can’t help see a little boy again, hidden under the stubble smattering his cheeks, and the crease of his furrowed brow. A boy who wanted nothing more than to retain his “District-ness,” just to lose it. Just like that. Was it a good thing? His voice was heard louder when he forgot who he was. But did he even have a voice, was he even himself, if he wasn’t District?

You leave after a few quick kisses and one slow waltz.

Thirty minutes later, your heels are kicked off at the door, Sejanus is loosening his tie and shrugging it off, unbuttoning his dress shirt at the top. He glances over his shoulder at you, meeting your eyes but not matching your smile, instead rubbing his lips and feeling his stubble. You see the rolling clouds underneath his dark irises.

You settle into a cushioned chair in the corner of your room, going about undoing all the meticulously placed pins in your hair, when Sejanus crosses your bedroom to you. He leans over you, a strong arm propping himself above you by planting on the armrest.

“I’m sorry we left early,” Sejanus mutters, his other hand threading into your hair as he pressed a slow, strong kiss onto your lips. You hummed into it, your hands moving to push his suit jacket off. He pulls away from you to toss it aside, over on your shared bed.

“Don’t be sorry. It wasn’t my thing, anyway.” You coo, watching your ever-strong, ever-resilient husband sink to his knees, wrapping a burly arm around your hips and laying his face in your lap. The beads of your dress gently poke his cheek, but the feeling is almost comfortable.

Here was this man, broad, brawny and unbreakable, sighing heavy, pushing his nose into the fabric of your dress and letting you push your fingers through his curls. He squeezes your hip appreciatively. “That was such torture.” He admits.

You hum affirmatively. Sejanus only continues, pouring the bucket that his work had been filling with grief, dripping, dripping, and finally overflowing at this event. “I don’t want to assimilate. I don’t want to be separated from my roots, just because I wear a suit and I don’t.. I don’t fucking know.” A weary sigh leaves your husband again, his hand leaves your hip to rub the cheek facing upward. “They think people from the Districts bark, not speak. They think that because I’m not an animal, I’m not District.”

“I know, I know.” You murmured, scratching your nails gently through his scalp. He screws his eyes shut and all you want in the world is to give him a little peace. You were District, too— it cut you as deep as it did him. “We know what we are, that’s what matters,” you try to soothe.

“I wish I knew when I was ranting to deaf ears,” Sejanus grumbles, his brow pinching tight. Your perfume fills his nostrils as they flare, and he feels the muscles in his broad back relax at the sweet, vanilla scent. “I wish people were less…”

“Selfish?” You offer. He grunts in agreement.

“I’m just glad you were there with me. It could’ve been worse.” Your husband’s eyes open a crack, melty and warm as they focus on the wallpaper of your bedroom. You gently smooth your fingers over the creases in his forehead. “I’m glad you’re here.”

A smile spreads across your face. “You would’ve jumped at someone.”

Sejanus lets out a laugh, his brown eyes closing again. “So close.” You comb through his curls, watching his face. He looks calm. At rest. For all the stress, all the frustration his work gave him— he had you to come home to. You, who understood him. Who understood his cause, his passions, his purpose.

“I don’t know how people can be so ignorant. So, so fucking indifferent. They’ll send kids to die before they put a book in their hands.” Sejanus’ words carry a bite, not towards you, towards the whole system. “They drive me crazy. I can’t stand it, mama. I’ll seriously go for someone’s throat someday.” You let him rant, humming positively and listening to him in earnest. Though, much of it, you couldn’t directly help.

He shifts, lifting his head and looking up at you from your lap. His hand squeezes just above your knee, gently. “I’m being dramatic, aren’t I?”

“No,” You assure him, an easy smile brightening your face. You cup Sejanus’ cheek, brushing your thumb just under his eye.

For a long while, he stares up at you. He doesn’t cheapen the moment, offering you a gentle and appreciative smile. You continue, trying to breathe some humor into your all-too-serious man, “No, not about this.”

Sejanus’ eyebrows lift, he grins boyishly. His hand comes to pinch your side, chuckling at your giggle. “Not about this? Everything else, though?”

You hum as if you can’t say, looking to the left and lifting your shoulders, eyes wide. He laughs deep from his chest, rising to his feet and once again propping himself from one strong arm beside you. Sejanus looms slightly above you, watching you laugh like a teenage girl. “Gonna be the death of me.”

You swat at his chest, but he hardly budges, just leans down to kiss you again. Sweet and slow, his stubble scratching your jaw. When he tries to pull away, you push yourself forward to follow him— he lets you for a moment. But eventually, your husband gathers his willpower and stands to his full height. Your hand had stayed there on his chest— he took it, now, as it had drifted down to his wrist when he stood.

“What do you say to a glass of wine?” You tempt, raising a brow and squeezing his fingers.

“I say you’re the smartest woman in the country.”

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Keeping the Peace

credit to @jadiwrites for helping write the blowjob scene

dark!Peacekeeper!Coriolanus Snow x f!Reader with a side of dark!Sejanus Plinth (only one scene for Sejanus)

Warnings: smut, noncon (dead dove do not eat), forced sex, forced oral (m!recieving), reader is held up at gunpoint, unprotected sex, degradation, slight spit kink, kidnapping, violence, misogyny, free use themes, abuse of power, power imbalance

The sky over district 12 was cloudy and grey the first time you ever took notice of Coriolanus Snow.

Growing up in the aftermath of the districts’ rebellion meant that you had barely known a life that wasn’t ruled by Peacekeeping grunts. Your memories before then were murky, you could remember a difficult life without many pleasures or much to eat, followed by periods of war, when food was even harder to come by.

You could remember countless faceless Peacekeepers blurring together, all of them looked the same to you. Just a bunch of capitol brutes who struck fear into the heart and souls of everyone in your district, yourself included. You had learned at a young age to never talk to, or talk back to, a Peacekeeper.

Even making eye contact with a Peacekeeper was never a good idea, any facial expression that implied dissent could be punished. After all, who would question the word of a Peacekeeper over some district scum, as they often liked to call you.

However, as you made your way across the market, trading some leather for food and purchasing several jugs of water and any medicine you could, you couldn’t shake the burning feeling that you were being watched, maybe even followed.

You glanced around the crowded market, trying to catch the eye of whoever might be watching you, but you couldn’t figure it out. You had convinced yourself that you had to be paranoid, that you were just working yourself up over nothing, when you finally spotted him.

He was standing several yards away from you, and despite the many people in the busy market, his cold, blue eyes were trained on you. This Peacekeeper seemed on edge, like he was hoping for a fight to break out just so he could break it apart.

You felt a shiver pass through your body, averting your eyes immediately to avoid any suspicions from falling on to you.

It had to be a coincidence, you catching him staring at you once didn’t mean anything really, but something about the look in his eyes made you feel profoundly anxious for reasons you couldn’t identify.

You spent the entire walk to your house glancing over your shoulder to make sure you weren’t being followed, and when you finally got to your house and closed the door behind you, even the safe walls of your home couldn’t calm your nerves for hours.

The second time that you took notice of Coriolanus Snow was a week after the incident in the market, but this time he got much closer to you.

You had been on a nighttime walk in the woods, trying to clear your head after the stressful shift you had just worked at the bar.

Your boss had yelled at your several times, threatening to cut your already measly pay if you messed up another order, but it wasn’t your fault that all the men who came into the bar harassed you so much that you could hardly remember if a certain order of beers went to the table where the red-faced pigs called you a whore or to the table of rowdy men that kept smacking your ass every time you walked by.

Unfortunately, you couldn’t quit. You and your family were barely surviving as it was, your mother too ill to work and your brother was too young.

You were so consumed in thought that you didn’t hear the rustling of the branches nearby.

“I don’t think you’re supposed to be out here this late, young lady.”

You spun around, fear shooting through your body when you came face to face with a familiar pair of blue eyes.

The peacekeeper towered over you, and your heart skipped a beat when he took a step closer. His helmet was gone now, allowing you a glimpse at his blond buzz cut.

“Don’t you know there’s a curfew right now? You could get into serious trouble if I reported you to my superiors.” The man’s voice was low and threatening, his eyes sharp and determined.

“I’m sorry,” you replied quietly, trying to make yourself sound as non-argumentative as possible. Fear was pulsing through your veins. You had heard about the kind of things Peacekeepers would do to the districters that pissed them off, and you were terrified of something bad happening to you when you knew no one else could take care of your family.

“I just wanted to take a walk. I’m not doing anything wrong.”

He took a step closer and your fear rooted you in place. Coriolanus studied you for a moment, his lips twitching into a scowl.

“What’s your name?”

“Y/N Y/L/N, sir.” Your heart was hammering in your chest. “Am I in trouble?”

“Depends, Y/N. Turn around and put your hands on that tree.”

“What?” Your eyes widened before nervously glancing around. You were still a 10 minute walk from the town, and 15 from your house. An area this remote was not one anyone would be visiting for hours. There was no one else around this late at night, and the cool breeze now gave you chills.

“Did I stutter?” He took another step towards you, crowding your space, and you backed away from him in fear. You didn’t miss the way that his hand came to rest on the pistol at his hip. “I said, turn around and lean against that tree, I need to search you for counterfeit goods.”

You had been searched by Peacekeepers before, but this was different. Before, it had always occurred in the market or the main square, but now you found yourself all alone in the dark, completely at the mercy of this stranger who held absolute power and authority above you.

You took a breath to calm yourself, trying to tell yourself that you were fine. That he was just going to search you and then let you leave. You turned your back to him and placed your hands on the large tree in front of you.

When he moved closer to you, chest practically pressing to your back before he had begun to search you, you took in a sharp breath. Why was he so close to you? Had the Peacekeepers always conducted their searches like this?

His large hands came to your waist, patting around the fabric of your clothes, circling your waist before returning to your sides. They trailed lower, grabbing at the cloth of your skirt before passing over your hips. His hands ghosted over your ass for just a moment before moving to your legs. It was so quick you weren’t even sure if it had actually happened or if you imagined it.

When he was satisfied with checking your lower body, his hands returned to your waist, climbing up the sides of your ribcage.

You yelped in surprise when you felt his large hands cover your chest, roughly squeezing your tits as he held his body close to you. This time, you felt no doubt at all about whether he knew he was doing. You couldn’t move, terrified of what he might do if you tried to break away from him.

You skin crawled when his lips pressed to your neck, smooth voice whispering into your ear, “just need to be thorough.”

He inhaled deeply through his nose, giving your breasts one final pinch before pushing you against the tree and stepping back.

You spun around to look at him, back pressed to the rough bark and eyes fearful.

He looked amused as he stared down his nose at you and you were both quiet for a few moments before he spoke again.

“Don’t let me catch you breaking curfew again, Miss Y/L/N.” His voice was cold and hard. “Now get out of here before I change my mind and decide to write you up.”

You shuddered at what it might mean if he caught you again, but you didn’t have time to think about it, because when he stepped aside to let you past him, you ran the entire way home, bolting all of the doors when you got there.

You came to learn through passing that his name was Coriolanus Snow. Several of your friends had experienced run ins with him before, but nothing like what had happened to you.

After the night that he searched you in the woods, you started to notice him everywhere. He must have figured out your daily and weekly schedule, because even though you had started to try avoiding him, he was always at the market when you went shopping and you found that he had been stationed outside of the bar you worked at every night you were on the schedule.

You grew to expect the feeling of his eyes following you everywhere, although that didn’t mean it unnerved you any less.

One night, completely exhausted from your shift, you exited the bar in a hurry, forgetting to do your usual sweep to scan for Coriolanus lurking around.

Wanting to take the shortest route possible, you opted to head through the dimly lit alleyway behind the bar.

“Get any good tips tonight, Y/N?” The voice from behind washed over you like a bucket of cold water.

You turned to see Coriolanus leering above you, blocking the way you had came, a triumphant smirk plastered on his face. The sounds of the bar were muffled but still loud and raucous, although the only thing you could hear was your heart beating quickly in your chest.

You cleared your throat, trying to hide the shakiness in your voice, “No, not really.”

“Mm, tough night?” He asked, voice lighter now, but it didn’t do anything to make you feel better.

“Every night is here,” you responded, nodding your head to the bar behind you.

“I bet,” the taller man answered, inching closer to you as he did. “Why don’t you pull out your wallet, sweetheart?” Although it was phrased more like a statement than a question.

“My wallet?” You repeated nervously, reaching for your purse slowly.

He grinned as he snatched the bag from your hands and started to rifle through it. “I mean, you said you didn’t make any good tips tonight, so I figured you wouldn’t miss ‘em.”

“But I need that money!” You huffed with frustration. “My Ma’s sick! She needs medicine all the time.”

Coriolanus chucked darkly, starting to grow annoyed, “You think I give a fuck about whether your Ma lives or dies?” He grabbed the handful of cash that you had been saving up for weeks and stuffed it into his pocket.

“Hmm, seems like a lot of money, Y/N. I wonder how a simple waitress could have made so much?”

“That’s my money I’ve been saving! I told you, it’s for my Ma, I’m just trying to get her better treatments, please!” You pleaded with him, tears beginning to form at your waterline.

He just shook his head, tsk-ing like he was disappointed in you. “First you broke curfew, and now this, Y/N? You’re lucky I’m feeling generous tonight. I’m taking this money and letting you off with another warning. Unless of course, you wanna give me a reason to search you again.”

Coriolanus towered above you, drinking you in with amused eyes and enjoying the frustration written all over your face, “How does that sound?”

You bit your tongue, rage boiling inside you, “fine,” you answered through gritted teeth.

He threw your now empty purse at you, before moving to let you pass. As you walked by him, however, his hand shot out to roughly slap your ass, and you could still hear his chuckles echoing off the walls as you ran out of the alley with tear stained eyes.

Two days after that incident, you returned home from a double shift at the bar to madness. You needed to make up for the money that Coriolanus had taken from you somehow, and now you were working yourself to the bone to try to cover for the unexpected loss.

You were shocked to find the place swarming with Peacekeepers who were tearing your home apart. You entered slowly, not wanting any trouble from them, but needing to check on your ma and little brother.

“What’s going on?” You demanded of one of the Peacekeepers, but you got no answers.

Well, not until an all too familiar face emerged from your room with something clutched in his hand. His piercing blue eyes found you immediately, but his face remained hardened. Your mouth dropped in surprise when you realized what he was holding.

“This room is clear,” he announced loudly, not breaking his eye contact as you watched him stuff a pair of your panties into his pocket.

A horrible chill passed through your body and you felt like you could be sick. Why of all people was he choosing to target you? What had you ever done to him to warrant any of this?

Your brother began to cry when they entered his room, and you hugged him tight, brushing your fingers through his hair and quietly singing a lullaby to calm him. You nervously glanced at your mother, who was seated in the kitchen with you.

“Y/N Y/L/N?”

Your head snapped to Coriolanus, who gestured for you to come over to him. You pressed a kiss to your brother’s head before standing and crossing over to him, making sure you kept your distance.

“What do you want, Coriolanus?” You hissed quietly, trying not to draw the attention of the other Peacekeepers.

“Got some reports of possible rebel activity taking place here. We have to check out any tips we get.” His cool response made you want to scream. You knew that he was lying through his teeth, the only people who even came to your home were you, your brother, and your Ma.

“You and I both know that’s not true!” You hopelessly pleaded with him. “Please, can’t you leave my family alone? It’s hard enough for them as is.”

He chuckled at your desperation, clearly pleased with the panicked response he was receiving, before barking at the men in your brother’s room to get out.

When he pushed you into the doorway of your brother’s room, your ma and brother cried out in protest, but Coriolanus yelled at them to shut the fuck up before he stepped into the room and closed the door behind him.

“Maybe you didn’t learn your lesson the first two times. And since the other Peacekeepers haven’t gotten the chance, I think I should search you myself.” He pushed you up against the wall that you were facing, roughly pressing your cheek to it while the hand at the back of your neck clenched down.

This time he didn’t even pretend to properly search you, the hand at your neck immediately clamping over your mouth to muffle your protests, while the other groped your chest, plucking at your tits while you struggled in his grasp. He slid his hand under your shirt and bra this time, sighing into your ear when he finally squeezed the soft, tender skin of your breast.

“You’re so beautiful, y’know that, Y/N?” He whispered, and you wanted to be sick at the feeling of his fingers tweaking your hardening nipple. “With a little make up and some better clothes, you’d fit right in with the rich capital girls.”

A tear escaped, trailing down your cheek and you blinked more away. You felt impossibly trapped, frozen in fear and trembling in his arms. His hands came to your hips, pulling you closer and holding you to him as he rubbed his hard on against your ass.

His lips were close to your ear, “if you want to protect your family, you need to stop trying to avoid me.”

“Fuck you,” you whispered, against your better judgment.

At this he chuckled, and one of his hands left your hips, grabbing onto your chin, forcing your head to the side and holding you still as his lips smothered yours with a rough kiss.

And then he backed off, walking out of the room before he called off the other men.

You were still in shock as you caught your breath, staring at the space he was just occupying as you tried to collect your head.

Lips still burning from his kiss, you shuddered as you thought about what you might need to do to keep your ma and brother safe from him.

After they had all filed out and you took a moment to adjust your clothes, you finally left your brother’s room and took in the wreckage they had left behind. The house was trashed, furniture knocked over and papers scattered about everywhere.

Your room was the worst of all though, everything had been pulled out of the drawers and piled on the floor, your mattress was up against the wall, your desk had been toppled over, leaving anything on top of it to scatter across your room, and they had shattered your mirror, leaving a jagged piece reflecting your misery back at you as you stood in the door.

Your ma was a mess, crying and hugging you and your brother for an hour afterwards, repeatedly questioning out loud why they would do this to your family.

Unfortunately, the answer was all too plain to you now, although you were still too freighted to fully admit it to yourself.

For whatever reason, Coriolanus Snow had decided to stake his claim on you, and based on your previous interactions with him, you knew that it was only a matter of time before he would take what he wanted.

For a week, you were terrified to leave your house alone, always calling on your friends to ask them to walk with you too and from work or the market.

In those days, Coriolanus’ presence always weighed heavy on you, no matter how hard you tried to ignore it. Even having your friends nearby couldn’t stave off the fear that clutched your heart when you noticed Coriolanus stalking behind your group, always a good deal of distance away, but you knew that he made himself visible to you on purpose.

The feeling of safety became something of the past. Everywhere that you went, he was there, although he hadn’t spoken to you since he and his other Peacekeeping brutes tore your home apart. But that didn’t make him any less terrifying.

Even your house, which had felt secure and safe for so long was no longer sacred. It had taken days to clean up the place, and much of your furniture had been broken in the frenzy.

After Coriolanus had assaulted you in your home, you bartered with some friends to acquire a large lock to place on the front door of the house, but it still didn’t provide much protection when the peacekeepers could just break the door down.

Unfortunately for you, having that lock also didn’t do you any good if you forgot to use it.

After waving goodbye to your friend as you walked up to your door after a late night shift, you pulled out your key and turned the lock, leaving it hanging on the door and closing it behind you.

The first thing that you noticed when you stepped inside was how unusually quiet it was. Usually your brother would be at the door to greet you, even at this late hour, but he wasn’t there this time, and when you called out for your ma and brother, you only heard silence in response. Where were they?

Alarm bells started ringing in your head as you ventured further, and you had just stepped into the doorway of your room when you heard a heavy click and felt cold steel press against the back of your head.

You froze in place, staring ahead into the broken mirror across from you that confirmed who was behind the trigger.

Your eyes locked in the mirror, the cold resolve set in his icy blue gaze made you shudder.

“Didn’t I tell you to stop trying to stay away from me, Y/N?” He was angry, a lethal poison infecting his voice.

You couldn’t speak, your mouth was dry, and your mind was racing a million miles a second, but you needed to know that your family was safe.

“Did you hurt them?” You whispered.

“Not yet. Your Ma and brother will be fine. As long as you do what I say.”

You let out a shaky breath at the confirmation that they were safe, but your stomach still turned at his words. You were terrified of Coriolanus, and now that he had you completely at his mercy, you knew that he wouldn’t let you go until he took exactly what he wanted from you.

“You understand, yes?” The gun pressed to your skull harder and you quickly nodded.

“Yes.”

“Get on your knees, slowly.” You felt him move the pistol away from your head for a moment, and you turned around, meeting his eyes fearfully before lowering yourself to kneel before him.

Coriolanus unbuttoned his blue shirt, dropping it on the floor behind him. He looked at you expectantly and you realized he wanted you to unbuckle his belt. Your trembling fingers fumbled with the belt before reaching forward to unbutton his pants and slide down the zipper. He pushed his pants down his legs before removing his boxers as well.

He smirked down at you as you took in the size of him.

“Such a pretty girl,” you flinched when you felt one hand twist into your hair while the other brought the pistol to your temple. “But I think you’d look better with your lips wrapped around my cock.”

The hand in your hair tightened, pulling at your scalp and dragging your head forward.

Reluctantly, you lifted your hand to wrap around the base of his thick cock, nervously wetting your lips before parting them and taking the tip into your mouth.

Coriolanus pushed himself deeper, nudging the back of your throat and groaning lowly when your eyes flitted up to meet his.

You pressed your tongue flat to the bottom of your mouth, trying to make more room for him as he sped up his pace.

You closed you eyes, bringing every thought to controlling your breath as he pushed his cock to the back of your throat, in and out between your lips. The cooling metal of the gun barrel was still taut against your skin, trembling slightly as Coriolanus gritted his teeth above you.

"Look at that, you're relaxing for me, good girl." But where did your pretty eyes go? That wouldn't do, he needed all of your attention. The nails of his fingers dug into your scalp, and tears sprung into your eyes. Your muffled yelp reached his ears.

"You'll keep," a groan interrupted him as your hand tightened around his cock, "your eyes open, and on me.”

“Do....you...understand?" Each word was punctuated by a harsh thrust into your throat, pushing past your tongue and slamming against the back of your neck.

You pathetically hummed around his cock in agreement, nervously keeping your eyes on his, not wanting to give him any reasons to hurt you.

By the time he was coming down your throat, your lips were puffy from his brutal pace, and your tears made your cheeks slick and shiny. You gagged at the sensation, throat closing around his length as he spilled his seed down your throat. He held your head in place, choking you with his cock until you had swallowed every drop of his salty cum.

Coriolanus’ grip on the gun had tightened as he came and you fearfully glanced at it before meeting his eyes again.

When he pulled his cock out of your mouth, he was quick to drag you to your feet before tossing you stomach first onto the bed behind you.

Coryo finally holstered his gun, turning back to you and easily pushing you against the bed as he bunched your skirt up at your waist. He let out a low whistle as he admired your ass, reaching out a hand to grope you before giving the soft flesh a sharp smack, earning him a whine from you. You could feel your hips digging into the hard mattress that you had had for your whole life.

You struggled in his arms, but when his hand found it’s home around your throat and you felt his cockhead start sliding past your lips, you realized there was nothing you could do to avoid what was coming.

Coriolanus pushed all of himself into you in one slow, punishing thrust. You didn’t have any time at all to adjust to his thick length before he was gripping your ass tightly, canting his hips back and thrusting into you again.

Your gasps and cries were muffled by his large hand at your throat. The way he tightened his grip combined with the feeling of him stretching you out had you seeing stars.

His pace was brutal. Coriolanus had been imagining this for weeks, and after you kept yourself away from him the past few days, he wanted to make the most of the first time he fucked you.

Each time you tried to escape from under him, his large arms wrapped around you again, holding you in place as he snapped his hips against your ass, burying himself deep inside you with every thrust.

“Keep trying to get away sweetheart,” his hot breath fanned over your neck, and the blond drew closer to suck at a tender spot until you whined and melted back into his arms. “I like watching you struggle.”

Your stomach turned and you tried to ignore how weak your knees felt at the peacekeeper’s whispered threats in your ear.

Coriolanus pulled out of you, not giving you time to process his actions before he was flipping you onto your back.

Adrenaline coursed through your veins and you tried to break away from the terrifying man above you while you had the chance, but you were too slow.

The blond captured you again, throwing you onto the bed and straddling you as you thrashed against him. When Coriolanus reached his hand out again to choke you, you could feel your heart beating against his hand.

You flinched when he drew close to you, his nose practically touching yours as he forced you to look at his eyes.

When he pushed into you again, stretching you out from a new angle, you whimpered, trying hard not to let your lashes flutter closed.

Coriolanus reveled at the sight of your sweet, tear filled eyes meeting his as he split you open with his cock. The way that you trembled beneath him gave him a thrilling sense of control over you. He knew that you already would let him do whatever he wanted, but for some twisted reason he wished he had held onto his gun so he could press it to your temple as he fucked you and see the fear in your eyes.

Your cunt was pulling him in, squeezing and twitching around his length with every thrust. He could feel you getting wetter around him with every brush against your walls.

“You’re so tight, so wet,” he strained, getting distracted by the sounds of your cunt squelching with every move he made. “I need to fill up that pretty pussy, Y/N.”

At the sight of your eyes widening and your lips parting in protest, Coriolanus clamped his hand over your mouth before fucking you faster, groaning and cursing under his breath.

“Someone needed to- fuck,“ Coriolanus’ voice caught in his throat when he felt you clench around him, “someone needed to teach you a lesson about respecting authority. You should feel lucky that I was willing to.”

Begging and sobbing against his hand only spurred him on and he laughed at every pathetic attempt you made to push him off.

Coriolanus’ hand crept from your mouth to frame your jaw and he roughly squeezed your cheeks until you opened your mouth. The blond spat into your mouth and you gagged, your repulsion making your skin crawl. You wanted to throw up at the feeling of his spit sliding down your throat when you swallowed it, and Coriolanus chuckled at your disgust as he leered over you.

“You’re just a filthy district slut,” his hand returned to your throat, choking you harder than he had before, “and that’s all you’ll ever be, Y/N.” The venom and hatred in his voice shocked you, and the way he was thrusting into you was downright punishing.

You were clenching around him so tight, and the sight of your sweet, innocent face marred with so much fear was enough to send Coriolanus over the edge.

He slowed, groaning as he pumped you full of his seed, his cock still twitching inside of you.

After he pulled out and moved off of you, you tried to turn away from him, but his hand shot out and latched onto your wrist, twisting your arm painfully before forcing you to face him and firmly kissing you.

When he pulled away, the words that he uttered sent a chill over your skin, “Snow lands on top.”

The next few days were a blur as you blinked in and out of dissociation. Coriolanus had his way with you more times than you could count, never caring about your distress at him using your body however he pleased.

Any resistance you put up was easily squashed when he snapped back threats to hurt your family. However if he was in a really bad mood, he would brandish his pistol, pressing the sharp metal to your forehead until you sobbed, and apologized for fighting back.

You weren’t even sure how many days had passed since you first discovered that Coriolanus had your ma and brother thrown in jail.

Every time Coriolanus sank into you, you could feel yourself receding into your mind, trying to protect yourself from the nightmare you found yourself in.

During the days, he would go out to terrorize the people of district 12, and during the nights, he would return to terrorize you.

One night you lay in your bed, praying that your ma and brother were safe. You could only imagine the horrible things they could be being subjected to at the hands of the peacekeepers.

Your neck was sore and bruised, as were your wrists. Your entire body was aching with pain from Coriolanus’ repeated abuse.

When you heard the front door swing open, you tensed instinctively, closing in on yourself in anxiety. Hushed voices reached your ears and you craned your neck to try to hear better. They seemed to be in the midst of a conversation.

“I mean, don’t you think that maybe what you’re doing here is wrong?”

“Sejanus, if anything, you’d be helping the poor girl, we’ll give her food for every load she takes.” Your stomach turned at the disgusting way Coriolanus was talking about you, and the way his friend laughed along with him.

“And you’re sure she’s not going to try to tell somebody?”

“Nobody would believe her over a Peacekeeper, and besides, who will there be to tell? I have dirt on every officer in 12, if they tried to do anything to put a stop to this, they’d be taking themself down as well.”

The men were both silent as Coriolanus’ words sunk in.

“You promise you’ll actually help her out afterwards?” His friend, Sejanus apparently, sounded somewhat concerned, but clearly not concerned enough to report Coriolanus. “And she’s gonna get something in return?”

“Yeah, I’ll make sure her brother gets some candy or something,” Coriolanus chuckled and you heard the other man laughing too.

“Is she in there right now?” Those words had you sitting up in bed, fear clutching your heart. Coriolanus wasn’t seriously discussing pimping you out to his friends, was he?

You got your answer immediately however, when your door opened and you came face to face with a man you recognized as another peacekeeper. He seemed anxious, but after he noticed your state of undress, he advanced on you with the same sick desire you had seen in Coriolanus’ eyes several times now.

Your throat was dry and anxiety laced your words as you pleaded with him, “Wait, please don’t!”

“Shut up,” he growled, leering over you as you sat on the bed.

You tried to put up a fight, but it was all in vain. You really should have known you couldn’t take on a peacekeeper. Despite your attempt to run past him and reach the door, he easily grabbed you and shoved you back onto the bed. His hands pawed at your undergarments, throwing them behind him without a second thought before he removed his pants and stroked his hard cock.

When he forcefully pushed himself into your sore pussy, you cried out, tears pricking at your eyes and spilling over when he began to rock back and forth.

Sejanus was different than his friend in several ways. While Coriolanus had been rough and kept a fast pace, you found that Sejanus preferred to take his time, slowly pushing his cock into you as you trembled in his grasp. After the initial struggle, he was surprisingly tender and gentle, caressing your soft skin, pressing kisses to your breasts, and sucking on your sensitive nipples.

Unlike the blond, Sejanus seemed almost unwilling to meet your eyes, and when you protested or put up any resistance, instead of reveling in the fight, Sejanus just covered your mouth with his large palm so your yelps couldn’t reach his ears.

“I’m doing this for you, Y/N.” He whispered against your skin when he drew close, tilting his hips back so he almost slid all the way out before slowly filling you up again all the way to the hilt.

His words only made you feel worse. You didn’t want any of this, and when you grabbed his hand off of your mouth and told him as much, his eyes darkened in anger.

You whimpered when his hand came to your throat, squeezing harshly against the faded bruises.

“I’m not a bad guy, okay?” It was hard to discern if he was trying to convince you or himself, and after he slapped you for not agreeing with him, you nodded and tearfully responded.

“You’re not.”

“I’m not,” his hot breath fanned over your dewy skin as he repeated himself on a loop, thrusting his cock into your tight cunt again and again. “I’m not. I’m not.”

You whined when his hand came between your legs, swirling around your clit and stealing unwanted gasps from you.

Every drag of his thick cock against your snug walls mixed with his twitching fingers at your clit brought you closer to the brink or orgasm.

Tears fell past your eyes which were squeezed shut, and you whimpered as you came around him and he fucked you harder, fingers never leaving your clit.

When you came again, Sejanus kissed you for the first time, desperation and hunger evident in the way his tongue pushed its way into your mouth, swallowing your moans as his lips slid over yours. You felt disgusted, but also couldn’t ignore the confusing way you clenched around him when his lips first found yours.

Your third orgasm was close behind the second, tearing through you with force and Sejanus grunted at the feeling of your slick cunt choking his cock, fucking you faster and chasing his own release.

He cursed loudly when he came, shuddering as he slowly snapped his hips against yours to fuck his cum deeper inside of you.

Sejanus kissed you again before pulling out, quietly apologizing without meeting your eyes and then he was gone, leaving you exhausted and sore in a bed you no longer felt safe in.

As you lay there, trying to ground yourself and comprehend what you had just gone through, you couldn’t help but think of your mother and brother, who were being held in prison just because of the twisted infatuation Coriolanus had with you.

How different would your life be now if he had never approached you that late night several weeks ago?

And what was your life going to look like now that he had claimed his stake on you and was planning to let his Peacekeeper friends “share” you and take advantage of you whenever they pleased?

Hours had passed as you tried to think of any way out of the bottomless pit that you now found yourself in. Tears had subsided a while ago, but now you were just left with emptiness. You were still lost in thought when the door opened and Coriolanus’ large frame cast a shadow across your bed.

The grin he shot you after he took in your distressed state was smug, triumphant even, and the glint in his eyes told you exactly why he was entering your room at the early hours of the morning.

Tonight, you didn’t put up any fight at all.

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HG Scenario: Love Languages

~Requested~

Pairings: Coriolanus Snow, Tigris Snow, Sejanus Plinth, Casca Highbottom, Peeta Mellark, Finnick Odair, Gale Hawthorne, Haymitch Abernathy x Reader

Warnings: Angst, fluff, addiction, trauma

WC: 2.1k

Coriolanus Snow:

Coriolanus Snow is not a very affectionate man, but he shows his love in subtle ways. His love language is ‘acts of service’. So, of course he’s very gentlemanly. Afterall, he was nicknamed ‘Gent’ a while back. He opens doors for you, gives you his arm when walking up stairs, your meals are always prepared for you, your bed is always made, really anything you need done is done for you. Maybe these things aren’t always done by him, but he orchestrates them without you having to lift a finger. That is, unless you have a task you want to do.

So, a moment like this is rare. Coriolanus is sitting in a royal red, tall and embroidered chair. He holds a book in his hands, reading aloud to you as you stand behind him. Your hands rest on his shoulders, massaging out the stress after a long day. A deep warmth bathes the two of you, emitting from the crackling fire in the fireplace. He occasionally pauses to sigh or take one of your hands, kissing it softly.

Coriolanus is scarcely away from his office or the public, so this intimate instance is one you don’t take for granted. You listen intently to his smooth, controlled voice and rest your cheek against your intertwined hands. After each chapter he asks you questions and the two of you discuss different aspects of the story. He often just gives you his opinions and you agree, although when you do weigh in with your own ideas, he brightens and challenges you whether or not he agrees. You can’t help but be enraptured by him when he gets deep into a discussion and feels secure enough to share his feelings with you.

Tigris Snow:

Tigris Snow is constantly giving. Whether that means giving time, attention, and care to her loved ones, or physical things like gifts, it doesn’t matter. She gives and gives. Especially to you; her most loved one. She spends most of her time hunched over a sewing machine and design book. And, a lot of that effort goes into making special things for you.

You take every stitch to heart, and can’t help but be blown away by how she spoils you. Constantly Tigris suddenly showers you with new clothes, clothes she could easily sell for a pretty penny. Instead, she’s made them especially for you and it’s hard for you to figure out how to repay the kindness, how to show her that she means just as much to you and you do to her. So, you hone in on your craft. You take time and care to make her something just as special as the magic she has crafted for you.

When you find the right time, you set a fine occasion and gift it to her. The act, so simple and so underwhelming in your eyes, brings tears to hers. She embraces you and thanks you perhaps too many times, making you wish you thanked her more. You embrace her right back and share a tender kiss. You feel grateful, fulfilled that you had done your job. You made her feel seen and special and appreciated, the way she deserves to feel. And so, you spend the evening in each other's arms admiring each other.

Sejanus Plinth:

Sejanus Plinth is burdened. He tends to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders, worrying about the state of the districts and constantly wracking his brain for ways to fix what is tremendously broken. So, you’ve adopted the job of consoling him. Many nights he lies awake ranting about the injustices that run rampant across Panem and you lie next to him and stroke his head, running your fingers through his curly hair. You coo words of encouragement and try your best to settle him down by acknowledging the hard work he’s already done. Still, the cycle continues.

There is some improvement though. You can tell that Sejanus has become happier, at least, as happy as one can be under the conditions. And, once you realize just how much he lights up when you compliment him, you make it a point to motivate him even outside of those late nights. He returns the gesture.

You didn’t notice it at the start of your relationship, but Sejanus is big on complimenting you, too. It doesn’t matter the time or occasion, Sejanus finds a way to weave in a ‘you look wonderful today, my love’ or ‘what a great idea, you’re amazing’, and the like. Clearly, he’s a ‘words of affirmation’ type. So, you tend to his love language and the two of you sometimes have mini competitions of who can compliment the other the most.

Casca Highbottom:

Casca Highbottom doesn’t ask for much. He is content as long as you are near, present with him. Why you would waste your time on him, a depressed addict, he doesn’t know. But, he refuses to question it, and selfishly he chalks it up to luck so you’ll stick around. You don’t have to do anything together, really. Usually, the two of you just sit around doing absolutely nothing, simply being with each other. Other times, the two of you talk for hours about everything and nothing.

He will share his worries with you, his guilt about his role in the Hunger Games. Most of the time though, he avoids the subject, preferring to spend the coveted time he has with you discussing more pleasant matters.

Some days, Casca might be at his desk grading papers while you sit in a leather chair by the fire, telling him about your day. He hums in response, laughing at your quips, and chimes in with a remark when he has one. You always ask about his day in return, and he’ll sigh and usually give the same old, same old, his red pen making slashes on test questions. You wait up for him to finish his grading, and when he’s done, he’ll come over and give your shoulders a light squeeze before the two of you curl up in bed together.

Peeta Mellark:

Peeta Mellark is a very affectionate person. He has no trouble expressing his feelings to you, but prefers to do so without words. Words can get complicated, and when it comes to you, sometimes he can’t decipher the cues you’re giving him. So, physical cues are a safer bet.

When the two of you got together, Peeta hadn’t the slightest clue that you reciprocated feelings for him until you kissed him. It surprised the both of you. But, from then on you knew you’d have to be more direct in your approach to romance and such. For example, you don’t shy away from holding his hand, or cuddling with him, or kissing his cheek. He won’t always make the first move, so you just take the initiative when you want to instead of waiting for him to get the hint.

The moments that the two of you cherish the most are when you’re wrapped up in each other's arms. You lie on the couch or your bed, holding each other, Peeta kissing your head. You can watch television or read a book, or sometimes just do nothing. You could take the time to talk about your days but a lot of the time, the two of you like the silence, simply focusing on the feeling of each other being so close and warm. Obviously, this time together is best in the cold months.

Finnick Odair:

Finnick Odair exudes love and affection. He truly understands and appreciates every language of love, but he is inclined toward gift giving. He makes knots almost all day, everyday, so he’s bound to make a few things for you. And, practically anything you give him he automatically treasures. He is honestly a bit of a hoarder with how many keepsakes and sentimental items he has displayed. There’s overlap that he has to keep in storage too.

What he likes about physical pieces, is he can keep them with him when you can’t be near. He can weave a shell you gave him into a necklace or bracelet and always have it on his person. And Finnick loves it when you wear the things he gives you, it’s as if you’re showing him off and tying yourself to him. He also appreciates the time, care, and effort that are put into the gifts you give each other. Although weaving comes easy to him, it can still be tedious and time consuming. And, you are simply astonished by what he can do with nothing but a strand. Even if you have so many pieces of braided jewelry you couldn’t possibly name each one.

Sometimes, Finnick even adds a little note. A one-liner usually, something like ‘I love you more than the moon loves the ocean.’ You can’t help but make him read each one to you, too. His voice is always so calming when he’s telling you how much he loves you. Also, in general, but especially then.

Gale Hawthorne:

Gale Hawthorne isn’t great at expressing himself. Not in the sense that he won’t talk to you about his emotions, but more so on how he goes about it. Of course, when you first met, he wasn’t much of a talker at all. Now that the two of you are close though, he doesn’t shy away from sharing his feelings. You love this about him, that he has become unashamed around you, that he feels so safe with you he will tell you any thought that pops into his head. Unfortunately, in the midst of being so honest with you, he can get blinded by what is perhaps too honest. Or, let his emotions get the better of him.

This is why his love language is physical touch. First of all, the two of you have kind of evolved to communicate without words anyway. Secondly, it makes so much more sense to him to put his hand over yours than say ‘it’s alright’. Because sometimes it isn’t. And thirdly, Gale gets much more satisfaction from a kiss than anything else. He would happily live as an Avoxe if your tender touch was on line. Although, some kisses would be less exciting without his tongue.

He is big on quality time too, but he does request to have his hands on you in one way or another. Gale wants a family some day, so when the two of you are in the Meadow, his hand subconsciously rubbing your back as you tell his younger siblings a story that finally starts to settle them down… He swears his heart beats a mile a minute.

Haymitch Abernathy:

Haymitch Abernathy is still in shock by the simple fact that you like him. Let alone love. And perhaps even more shocking than that is: he loves you too. He’s tortured by guilt though. Tortured in general, really, so he pushes you away. He refuses to admit anything but disdain for you until you break down crying, screaming at him that you love him. He lets you hug him and he comforts you, realizing you are not giving up and if he continues hurting you it might just kill him too.

So, when he reluctantly accepts your love and affection, he goes along with whatever you want. You kind of have to force him to help you help him and tell you what it is he wants. You learn that Haymitch wants security. Not a security system, although it’s doubtful he’d be opposed, but a feeling of calm. A guarantee that everything will turn out right. That guarantee doesn’t exist, but you try your best. You learn that he goes crazy when he doesn’t know where you are, so you tend to stay close to him and when you aren’t, he always knows where you are. Also, you make sure that he’s somewhat distracted, like having Katniss, Peeta, and the kids come over when you’re away.

Everyday can come as a challenge, a welcome one of course, but still a challenge. Trauma like Haymitch went through is no easy feat. But, little by little, it gets easier. And you start to have more good days than bad. He lets you help take care of his geese, he’s protective of them but he is of you, too. Maybe the little birds picked up on that, because they follow you too now.

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