#casca x reader

[notme123stuff]

Hello, can you make a headcanon of how the Berserk characters would react if they were jealous? especially with griffith

yay second request! sure :D (english is not my first language fyi) ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ GUTS

★ it will be hard to notice a change in him because of how he rarely shows any of his emotions, well maybe besides anger. though is quite possessive of what's his.

★but after noticing that you were talking to someone else's who he doesn't approve or likely doesn't even know, expect to be dragged away and questioned by him ★he would glare at the comrade and back at you as he drags you by the hand ★ its not like he doesn't trust you and thinks that you will cheat, its just he doesn't want anyone thinking they have a chance with you

★ "who is he?" "oh, he is just a new guy" "hmm"

★ he isn't really a fan of PDA so instead he will follow you around or stand behind you menacingly as you talk to anyone ★ he will hug you and cuddle you once you are done and back at his tent GRIFFITH

★ you generally won’t notice him being jealous until the other person goes too far

★ he has a lot of trust in you so he really won’t get jealous, at least you think he won’t.

★ instead of telling the person to leave he’ll come up from behind and put his arm over your shoulder

★ “watcha talking about?” He asks while hugging your shoulders “y/n is great ain’t she?” He smiles and hopes the person got the hint

★ he always talks about you to his comrades about how strong and adorable you are

★ overall not too worried about any competition for you because EVERYONE knows you are his and are not willing to bet there lives.

★ always has his arm over your shoulder or is holding your hand

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I hope you like this! Let me know if you want casca or anyone else

[imsofuckingdonewiththisgoddamn]

When Our Stars Cross Paths; Treech x Mentor!Reader

Pairing: Treech x Mentor!Reader

Word Count: 1.55k

Warnings: None

“You alright, DuPont?”

You was snapped out of your thoughts as Clemensia entered the bathroom you were currently brooding in. Her eyes were fixed on the rim of the sink you were currently stood over, glossy red nails digging into the sleek marble. It was reaping day, and unlike most of your peers, the games didn’t elicit boredom or disinterest. They evoked anger.

As much as your parents wanted to believe they had raised a Capitol sweetheart, you were as passionate about the cruelty of the Hunger Games as your dear friend Sejanus, maybe even more at times. You had cried yourself to sleep the first year the games were broadcasted out of sheer disgust and heartache, not being able to stomach the sight of all the gore and death. From that day forward, you had spent every reaping day locked away in your room, silently mourning children you would never be able to save. This year however, you and a handful of your fellow classmates had been asked personally by the Dean to make an appearance at the school’s broadcast of the reapings. Most had quickly came to the conclusion that the annual winner of the Plinth Prize, a hefty sum of money that Sejanus’s father annually awarded to the highest performing student, was going to be announced. The prize money failed to excite you as well. While you were one of the top scoring students of your class, you had more than enough money to put you and half of the student body through University. You assumed however, Coriolanus, another one of your classmates, would be eyeing that award.

You turned to face Clemensia, who had grown worried by your prolonged silence, Opting to stare aimlessly into the gold rimmed mirror instead of answering her. Your hands released the cool stone of the sink, and instead twisted together and wrung out, as if there was an invisible towel in your hands. Lips pursing together, attempting to force some form of a smile.

“Never better Clemmie!”

Your eyes grazed over the clusters of people as you entered the main hall. Clemensia had split off from you to go join Coriolanus and Festus Creed, who were having what appeared to be a rather one-sided conversation. Across from them you could see Dean Casca Highbottom trying to not-so-subtly intoxicate himself with morphling drops. Despite him being the creator of the Hunger Games, you were shocked he was still allowed to make public appearances, let alone give speeches. Your eyes finally landed on Sejanus, who was standing off in one of the corners of the room, a scowl prominent on his face.

“Sejanus!” You called to him, as you made your way over to where he was standing, being careful to not let your velvety black dress get snagged on anything as you weaved between students and staff members.

“Ms. DuPont, to what do I owe the pleasure?” His voice dripping with over sophisticated sarcasm as you approached. What was likely his first smile of the day creeping onto his tan face.

“How are you holding up?” Your voice lowering down to what was just below a whisper. Unlike you, Sejanus was born in the districts, only moving to the Capitol after his father made a risky bet, siding against the district rebels during the war. As a reward, the Capitol offered him and his family a place in the city, with an income that put even yours to shame. Although he was only eight when he left, part of Sejanus had always resented his father for making him and his Ma leave District two. Here he was ostracized by the majority of his peers, and merely tolerated by the rest. The reapings were just another reminder of another thing he had lost when he left. His sense of belonging.

“I don’t understand…” The boy’s former smile was quickly replaced by a grimace. “How can they all act so nonchalant about all this?? Like this is just any other day?”

You knew deep down he was feeling guilty, for the money he had, the immunity he was granted, all of it. While he was safe in the Capitol, all his former classmates from district two were at risk of being selected as tribute, most of whom were even at their young age dropping out of school to work, just to support their families. You wanted to comfort the boy more than anything, to tell him he wasn’t alone and that you understood the agony he was going through. But the words refused to leave your mouth, already choked up at the sight of your friend in front of you. Instead you chose to gently place a hand on his shoulder, tracing the intricate detailing of his suit as you tried to collect yourself, so you would be able to console the compassionate boy. “It’s going to be fine Sejanus, we’ll figure out wh-”

Your attempts at comforting the boy were cut short by the sound of a throat clearing at the front of the hall. Dean Highbottom had taken his place in front of a large wooden podium, where a woman with graying hair and cold dead eyes stood. A shiver was sent down your spine as you caught a glimpse of them, the one milky white eye contrasting against the electric blue one. The woman had a sinister aura and you could feel yourself backing away out of instinct. On either side of her TVs displayed the beginnings of the reapings, cameras giving brief flashes of each of the twelve districts, where children were standing in fenced off sections. Your heart sank as the grainy footage showed a cluster of twelve year old girls from what you believed to be district eleven. All wide eyes and jerky movements, this was the first year that they were at risk of being reaped.

“I’m assuming you all are waiting for news of the Plinth Prize?” The Dean was clearly more than just a little inebriated by the sound of it, yet his words inspired an excited buzz to fill the hall, with many of your fellow peers speculating on who would be this year’s recipient.

“I’m here to inform you that the prize will work a little differently this year.” Highbottom’s voice echoed off the walls as an anticipatory silence fell over the crowd.

“Twenty four of the top accomplished students will each receive a tribute that is reaped today, to mentor and guide throughout the games. Whichever mentor gets their tribute to…perform the best, will receive the prize. Winning will be taken into consideration, but will not be the deciding factor.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. You turned to face Sejanus to see if he was in as much shock as you were. How were a group of capitol kids who had no experience whatsoever with fighting or survival skills supposed to “guide” their tributes?? Considering what the Capitol was forcing them to do, you would be surprised if any of them would even speak to you.

Sejanus returned your stare, a look of imminent dread appearing on his face. Knowing his father, he had probably already bribed the dean to give him a tribute from District two.

Highbottom then began to roll of the names of students who would act as mentors, coinciding with the reapings from each district, as photos of the tributes appeared on the TVs, their names listed below them.

“District two male, Sejanus Plinth…” Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Sejanus sink lower into his seat. You silently reached over to grasp his hand as a photo of a well built eighteen year old boy appeared on the TV to your left. He had wide set shoulders and a scowl smeared across his face as a group of Peacekeepers ushered him onto the stage, nudging him in the back with the butts of their riffles. In large text below his figure you could read out the name Marcus. From the apparent misery plastered across your friend’s face, it was easy to assume that the two had known at each other at one point.

As the Dean went down the list of mentors, you found yourself zoning out, trying to think of ways in which you would be able to help your tribute. You would need to find out whether or not they were of any use with a weapon, and if not, where would they be able to hide and lay low. As your mind raced with all different types of scenarios you would need to prepare your tribute for, you almost missed Dean Highbottom calling out your name.

“District seven male, Y/N DuPont…”

Eyes bolting up to the screens in front of you, you were met with the sight of him. He was well built like Marcus, with dark curls peeking out from under a worn out hat. He looked like he was your age— seventeen or maybe eighteen, yet his eyes were those of a young child, filled with fear and terror. His olive skin seemed to have drained of all its color as he was marched to the platform, Peacekeepers on either side of him.

Your eyes trailed down the screen to where his name was listed…

‘Treech’

A/N

I haven’t seen enough fanfics for this man, so I decided to make one myself! Let me know if you would like a part two!

xoxo

[pfpanimes]

⌕ berserk · guts.

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like or reblog if you save/use.

[thequeenofuselessinformation]

Casca? more like Cashing out and moving continents, stop making me associate with these people

[badsweetangel]

Hey Darling! I see your going back to berserk content and I NEED something on wife!reader finding out about what Griffith did to Casca. If y'know what I mean of course. It can be anything I just need something on it

P.s 🐣 anon

Xoxo

If you are comfortable and don't worry if not I will be back

The spell (Griffith x Reader)

Hi! Thanks for your request and sorry for the delay. Please let me know how you liked it!

Summary: After spending a long time as Griffith's wife, you discover his true nature. Despite your pain and disappointment, you must face the cruel reality of your greatest love.

Warnings: story without dialogue, angst not comfort, mentions of abuse, melancholic reader, unreciprocated love.

You knew your place and you understood it. You never had a single complaint about it, you put up with his absences and you were happy in his company. Over the years you were the perfect person for him. The one who never complained and was always there to support him on his way. Now, as you nervously moved your leg in the comfort of your home, you felt a little regret. Yes, that regret of the person who puts his own dreams aside for someone else. Now, that you knew that everything would be much more difficult and you had more time to analyze how things were evolving, you wondered why he had noticed you in the first place if you were nothing like him. Maybe it was comfort or maybe he himself was a victim of his own selfishness when he noticed that he did not want to share you with anyone else. And now, finally, you realized that the moment the Griffith entered your life, you were slowly declining; Thinking about him, waiting for him, wanting and waiting for the moment when he would say nice words to you. And that was being your life.

You had even passively accepted the fact that at some point he would have to leave you for a while so that he could fulfill his dream. You felt that Griffith had completely bewitched you, that he had kept you in a bubble without contact with the outside for quite some time and that he had turned you into a passive person who obeyed all his orders without questioning them even once.

You realized abruptly, as if after those events you had just gained the ability to reason intelligently. Everything entered you like a cruel shiver of truth, on that day when Griffith, the person you have loved so much for so many years, is punished by the king for having had sexual relations with his daughter, Princess Charlotte. On that day you felt that a part of you died, not only because of the obvious deception, but because he was being tortured and you could do nothing to prevent it. You couldn't blame him, you couldn't hear his sweet, loving apologies under the sheets that he murmured softly against your neck.

And then everything happened so fast, when the Band was able to rescue him and you saw him from afar, leaning behind a pillar with the help of a cape whose purpose was to hide your identity so that no one could see you and speculate theories about you. And get to the truth.

You saw his condition, you covered your mouth to avoid letting out a noise that expressed how painful it was to see him like that. And there, you knew that he had you under a spell, because you only wanted to run there and try to help him in some way, leaving his betrayal far behind, almost as if it hadn't existed and was just a false fantasy that you had for a long time.

When he left and everyone followed him, you lost track of him. You couldn't follow him, so your only reaction was to lean your back against that pillar that had served to hide you and slowly slide down, remaining in a crouch while the tears threatened to escape. Then, they made good on the threat.

The pain was unbearable, your chest had so many emotions pent up that were reflected with a sharp pain that you couldn't bear. You cried and cried with no one able to comfort you. You were alone. You were sure that no one was thinking of you now. Not even yourself. You were immersed in his spell, hoping to be able to see the world through his eyes forever and hoping that he would be okay somehow and that he could give you at least a little of his attention.

Until you knew everything. Everything he had done after you saw him. That day when he activated his beherit, starting and ending with an era. They said he had become a horrible being.

And the other thing.

The most horrible thing.

He, the times when you could be together, he would talk to you about everyone and when you heard her name, your heart froze. He had abused her. At that moment, you sobbed once more. For a long time afterwards, your heart was wounded, trying to understand how that man could have shown such cruelty in such a short time. You couldn't understand, because everything you had lived was a lie. A lie that he created, whose motive you didn't know. After knowing what happened, you could never see him the same way as before. You couldn't understand why you waited so long for him, why you wanted him to fulfill his dream so much, why you dedicated so many hours of your life to someone who was always different from how you had thought him.

Suddenly, you sat down to eat at that table where he accompanied you and told you things he had done. He told you about their names and described them to you, but you never noticed any kind of malice behind it. That only led you to conclude that you were with a man who always had ulterior motives with everyone, a man who was capable of anything to fulfill his dream; that situation that years ago would have attracted you to him, today repulsed you.

You didn't even know what to do with these self-destructive feelings, because you blamed yourself for everything, for having trusted him and you couldn't even understand how others must be feeling. He hadn't even sent you a letter.

A miserable letter.

That's what you were to him.

Absolutely nothing.

And you couldn't even forgive him for what he had done to the people who trusted him and followed him in every one of his ideas. You couldn't see him in the same light after knowing what he did to those people who put all their trust in his dream.

Your life no longer had any meaning. You had too much time to think about what you could do now.

But first, before thinking about that, about your endless agony. You had to remember that day… that same day when everything had happened, at that moment when you left your garden to see those plants that you planted to symbolize the love you felt for him. You could see him and you felt that it would be the last time. You saw him in his new form. You didn't want to even look at him, but you did, as if hypnotized and bewitched. He had come to see you, after everything that had happened. But in his eyes there was no love, not even a hint of affection, only hate, hate for everyone. A cruel and merciless look.

He seemed to be deciding your fate, at least that was how you perceived it. You would have liked to think that he had come to show that at least there was some humanity and regret left in him, but you saw none of that. No good feelings were lodged in him. You took three steps back, even though you weren't near him. But it was an instinctive way of revealing your true opinion and reaction to him, to his true nature. Your gazes had coincided and it scared you, so much that you still remembered it. At that very moment, you knew that both of you thought the same thing at the same time: that the spell on which their love was built had ended for both of you.

[5sospenguinqueen]

Highbottom: Can someone give me an example of a mistake?

(Corio raises his hand)

Highbottom: That's a very good example.

[gamblersdoll]

can you write some nasty reader x guts anal? Thank you🥰

anal, spit, slight degradation, special guest since i saw the opportunity. fingering, (f) oral, (f) girl on girl, mentions of fucking guts ass, threesome.

“fu-fuck.” he grunted, eyes screwing tightly shut and pushing himself slowly into your puckered hole, biting his lip until he was only a quarter of the way. “fuck, mean to tell me.. youve never done this?”

“nuh uh..” you grit, adjusting to his girth and length. it was hard to describe the feeling, having a little peak when you both prepped your hole up before he took it. he pushes slow again, having you claw but moan each inch went inside.

“shit, i couldnt tell.” he chuckles, gathering spit in his mouth to spit it all around your ring. “sure, youre tight— but that could be just natural, probably thought about me taking you this way, y’know?” he groans, bottoming out and gripping your flesh.

“i nev—“

“shh, shhh.” he coos, kissing your back and pressing you down by your back. “relax, leave it to me.” he says, a hand going up and down your back. “if its not for you, then ill let you take my ass, too.”

well shit, might as well lie through your fucking teeth.

he spreads your back end apart, biting his lip as he pulls his hips back slow but enough to slam it back in. “shit, just know you’ll go dumb just with a couple strokes.” he had you right where he always wanted you, bent over and taking his cock in your ass.

you whine, a hand reaching back as you sob into the sheets that only makes your arm fold and held on your back. “guts..” you moan, biting your lip as he finds a pace to start you off that, losing himself in the mix.

“god—fuck!” he groans again, lost in the way you also creamed with your ass, maybe it was new to him. who wouldve thought? no matter, he started his pace with his hips again. his balls, heavy, heavy balls slap against your slit, causing your toes to curl.

his hand wraps around your neck to your throat, pulling you up to his chest and hes so close to your ear. “you love this cock?” he hotly breathes, another hand tweaking at your areolas.

“love this cock..” you repeat through your teeth, feeling his lose his pace, hips stuttering but firm.

“yeah? you do?” he mocks, hands back to your hips and steadying you so he can just fuck himself into you. “fuck, yeah, you do.” he laughs, kissing your cheek and hearing the door click.

“guts! brought some lub— back..” casca trails off, arousal immediately shooting to her core, seeing the position you both were in. “you couldnt have waited?!”

“sorry, love.” he says, defeated sounding, “only started maybe ten minutes ago.” he says, a beckoning finger to her and shes hot on your trail.

“no matter, missed both of you.” she mumbles, lips pressing to yours and shes already out of her top and pants. “i can tell you drank my mango juice, beautiful.” she says between kisses, moving down to your breasts and suckling.

and the sight alone only makes guts fuck into you harder. perfect.

“s-sorry!—“ you yelp, sobs rippling through as you feel her tongue dance along your clit and guts make himself comfortable inside your puckered, abused hole.

casca lays on her back, your sticky cunny just inches above her face and shes already kissing your slit. you were growing close, seeing her fingers curl inside her own walls and feel each hole of yours be taken.

that little tight coil in your tummy was also synced somehow with cascas. living together does that, you figured. because she had only been here for five minutes, and both of you were to cum so soon..

“fuck, youre close, can feel it.” guts growls out, the biggest and thickest arms in the world just wrapping around you and a hand snaking down to cascas, him leaning over you and practically casca.

casca moans, feeling guts’ fingers curl into her cunt and her continued efforts to your clit were no better.

until it wasnt, one final slam of his tip punching into that spot in your ass that made you cum, shocking your cunt and it ripples through. you clench around guts’ cock, making him grit his teeth and spill himself into you. and his fingers never let up with casca, her legs shutting to cream around his fingers.

he breathes heavily, laying both of you down next to each other and kissing both foreheads. “you both alright?” he mumbles, receiving both heads nod and he smiled.

“good, im glad.”

[bellarkeselection]

Hunger Games fans, important question!!

Is it possible for Finnick to be together with someone who is a descendant of Casca Highbottom????

Please answer this question for me. @lemonluvgirl @virtualsweetsdreamer @emma-andrea1 @voiddylanobrosey

[notme123stuff]

y'know......im open for requests......

[drfleetflower]

Catching On and Catching Feelings

~Requested~

Pairing: Casca Highbottom x Reader

Summary: As the Academy's counselor, many people come to you seeking help of course. Students. But today, your coworker, Dean Casca Highbottom, has come to you with a few issues of his own. One of them being your feelings towards him.

Warnings: Fluff, talk of mental health, mentions of the hunger games, coworkers to lovers, light hinting towards substance abuse

WC: 1.9k

With the Games growing ever nearer and being revamped, more and more students came to you looking for solace. You were the Academy’s only counselor after all, probably one of the only counselors left in the Capitol at all. Surprisingly, after the war therapy became less popular. As many people felt too ashamed to ask for help in that regard. It seemed in the Academy though, there was no shortage of people who were more than willing to ask. There were still some students who were too proud; only two of the actual mentors for the Games had talked to you, but Sejanus’s visits weren’t new. You wouldn’t admit it but you were becoming overwhelmed. 

You sigh, locking the door to your office. And when you began to descend the Academy’s steps, you tensed hearing footsteps behind you. If it was a student trying to get a word with you quickly, you knew you simply wouldn’t have the heart to turn them down. 

“Mr/s. L/n.” Relief. 

You turn and stop for a moment, smiling. “Dean Highbottom.” You return the greeting, taking the arm he extends to you graciously. “How are you?”

Highbottom sighs, rubbing his temple with his unoccupied hand. “Do you want the truth or the cordial response?” He chuckles.

“Up to you. Though, I would prefer honesty.” You answer and he retracts his hand as you reach the bottom of the steps, much to your disappointment. He considers the best approach, silence taking over the two of you. You don’t mind though. In fact, you enjoy his presence a great deal, even in this moment of only silence. 

“I’m quite unwell.” He divulges, eventually continuing. “And if I’m being honest, I had an ulterior motive to catching your attention.”

You raise a brow. “And what would that be?” You asked, maybe with too much hope.

The dean sighed again. “Well, you see, I haven’t exactly taken care of my mental health… Ever. And you, being a counselor, I thought you could help.” He looked at you awkwardly, his hand fidgeting with the necklace trailing down into the pocket of his tunic. 

You consider his words for a moment, thinking carefully about your response. “If you need someone to simply talk to, then I can help. But not as a counselor, as your friend.” You smile. 

Highbottom’s brows raise slightly in genuine surprise at the statement and he takes a long while to respond again. It seemed he may have had a stressful day too, he was usually very quick-witted when it came to conversation. Or anything really, but you had especially noticed his careful and sophisticated manner of speech. One of the many qualities that drew you to him. As the noise of the Capitol seems to fade into oblivion in this moment, you realize that you’ve leaned closer to him during the stretch of silence. Do you step or lean back? Would that give the idea that you disliked his presence? Would otherwise suggest that you liked his presence too much? Highbottom didn’t know of your feelings after all, and you didn’t really want him to, unsure of what his reaction would be. A blush warms your cheeks. Not only because of the recognized closeness, but also the way he’s looking at you now. He seemed to have his thoughts now occupied by studying your features instead of his response. Had he caught on to how your mind was racing? To what it was racing to? 

“As my friend.” He finally said after… How long had passed? Regardless, you couldn’t decipher what the statement was, his words were ambiguous. 

“... Yes?” You say, completely unsure if your reply is at all logical. After another period of staring at each other, you decide to speak again. “Am I not your friend?”

“We’re coworkers.” He shrugs, his eyes not leaving you; they haven’t in a while actually. That seems to be his answer until he speaks again. “I guess you are.” He says, relieving the pain you felt in your chest just a moment ago. His curious tone keeps the blush present on your cheeks and it causes him to continue his speech. “Is it cold?” 

You hope your face doesn’t brighten more when he asks that, that would be a dead give away. “Yes, it’s a bit chilly.” You chuckle lightly, rubbing your arm. 

His eyes wander from yours for a moment, but still, they don’t leave you. And when his eyes do meet yours again, you can tell they don’t believe you.

“So, you wanted to talk to me about something that’s been bothering you?” You ask, trying to break this tension. 

He nods, letting out a small huff of frustration at the basic thought of what’s been on his mind. “Yes.” He says to start, “This student of mine has been ‘something bothering me.’” 

“Oh?” You inquire.

Highbottom nods again. “I knew his father- and let me tell you, this boy has all the same disturbing qualities his father did. He is not good news for the future. And with the Games again this year… Well, it doesn’t seem there is any good news.” He confesses rather pessimistically, not really a new quality for him. 

“Nature does play a role in our personality… But so does nurture. Have you tried to bond with him?” You quirk a brow. 

The dean simply chuckles.

“That explains why the student may have a disdain for you as well. Or so I’m assuming…” He doesn’t respond in objection so you continue, “Have you shown your disdain towards him?” You ask.

His brows knit together and another short huff leaves him. “You know, maybe I should keep all this to myself. What if it interferes with your job?”

You shake your head lightly, he’s avoiding the question. “You’ve kept him anonymous so far.” 

“But if I keep talking…” You get the gist. 

“Alright. My ears are open if you change your mind.” You let him drop the topic, not wanting to push him.

“There is one other thing that’s been gnawing at me…” Highbottom admits after a beat and you hum in response, letting him continue the thought. “What has been on your mind?” 

You smile and there’s a flutter in your stomach. He cares about you, or at the very least wants to know what’s been bothering you as well. He’s being caring for you. “Thank you for asking.” You let out a deep breath. “It’s just the Hunger Games have brought on a whole new wave of students like never before… It’s getting to me.” 

He nods for a minute but then tilts his head ever so slightly to the side, placing a hand on his chin thoughtfully. “That’s not what I mean.” You give him an odd look. “I’m a very perceptive person, Mr/s. L/n. And for whatever reason,” He squints slightly as well. “I have gotten this strange idea, you may have a crush on me.” 

If it wasn’t before, your face is red now. You suddenly hear your heart thumping loudly in your ears, your stomach twisting into knots instead of fluttering, you’re tense. And you have no idea what to say. No words come out of your dry mouth, even when you are desperately urging something to. He knows…? He knows? What do you do in this situation?

“Please correct me, if I’m wrong.” His voice is as calm as ever, but your voice right now is nothing. 

Speak! You scream at yourself internally. “Yes.” You manage, hoarsely. 

“Yes, I’m wrong?” He tries to clarify.

“No! Um… Yes, I have feelings for you.” You look down at your feet. “I’m sorry if that disrupts our current relationship.” You apologize. 

“It certainly does.” He chuckles but you aren’t sure what tone this is said in, until you look back at him. He’s grinning, but a genuine grin. Then he’s putting an ever so gentle hand on your cheek, his face only a few inches from yours and asking, “Can I kiss you?” His voice low and only barely above a whisper, it feels like such an intimate, private moment. 

“Yes.” What else could you say? What else could you possibly say to the man you’ve been practically pining over, for what feels like forever? 

You watch him close his eyes in a very content way before starting to close the gap slowly. You follow the action much quicker and he seems surprised almost when your lips touch his. The kiss is hesitant on both sides, but when his thumb softly pets the cheek his hand rests on, you feel a surge of energy. No one could mistake the way you kiss him for anything but passionate, and he doesn’t take too long to return your fervor. His free hand wraps around your waist and in turn, you wrap both of yours around him. His lips are soothing to you and doughy, despite the slight chap that coats them. His beard tickles your cheeks and chin, and you feel as though you might accidentally giggle. You begin to wonder what he may think of you, the kiss in general,  when he breaks the kiss and practically reads your mind. “Wonderful.” The depth of his voice and the added bit of breathiness, make you want to kiss him all over again. 

Highbottom (or should you call him Casca now? You aren’t entirely sure how this type of thing works) decides to end the moment there, though. Which, to be fair, was probably the best choice. If he let you keep kissing him, you could go on forever. 

“See you tomorrow?” He determines, stepping back to a reasonable distance again.

“Tomorrow is Saturday.” You reply with your brows somewhat knit together, usually this phrase of his would come as a reminder of the next school day.

“Yes. Do you have other engagements?” 

You’re quite giddy when he asks that, almost unreasonably so. But you understood now, that he was asking you on a date. So you quickly shook your head, echoing his prior words. “See you tomorrow.” With a big smile plastered on your face. 

“Good.” He smiles back, exuding fondness. “Here. Seven p.m.” He breathes in deeply, maybe just now actually taking in the situation as his hands return to their usual fidgeting state. 

“Good.” Can you manage anything but repeating his words anymore? He doesn’t seem to mind, but you certainly do; one kiss and now you can’t think straight? “Oh- Casca.” You say quickly when he turns to leave. He almost doesn’t stop, he hasn’t been addressed by his first name in… Quite a while. He shakes away the thought slightly, his lip twitching as he becomes increasingly more antsy. 

“Hm?”

You answer with a peck on the cheek. “Apologies, I just wanted to kiss you again.”

Casca’s lip twitches slightly again, but this time into a half smirk. He seems noticeably calmer again. He returns the action with a proper kiss on the lips, chaste compared to your first, but nonetheless it still makes your head spin and your heart race.

“No apology needed.” And with that as a final note, he heads off. Leaving you to stand there, at the front of the Academy building steps, in absolute awe.

[devinescribe]

By Your Side

Ch. 7 of “My Sunshine” [TreechxReader]

Warnings: bombing, mentions of explosions and being hurt, nothing too graphic in my opinion, and cursing.

You hadn't even noticed that you fell asleep last night. It was still dark out when you woke up, but decided to shower and get ready for the day. You dressed in your school uniform and headed out.

You wanted to go to the zoo and talk with him but realized you'd see him first thing in the morning.

You walked into the classroom, shocked to see Coryo already there.

"You're here early," you mused, siting in your seat, one in between left for Sejanus.

"I could say the same for you," he retorted, still reading.

You shrugged, "Figured I wouldn't be able to go to sleep after so I just got ready...."

You lay your head on the desk, looking up at the blonde, who was reading something. You didn't care what it was about. You noticed the dark circles under his eyes, how hollow his cheeks looked, his perfect blonde curls lay on his head, the only bright thing about him besides his eyes. His eyes weren't just blue. They were ice blue. A single glance was enough to send ice through your veins and make you regret looking at him.

"Staring is quite rude you know," he mentioned, finally putting his book down.

You sighed and sat up, looking him in the eyes.

Holding eye contact was important to you. It showed people were listening, and that they cared.

"Have you heard from Clemensia?" You asked, suddenly remembering the girl.

He looked away.

"I... I last heard she just wasn't feeling well-"

"Don't lie. You can say nothin' or you can say the truth, but do not lie to me," you spat, your tone coming out more harsh than you meant it to.

The boy looked down. You apologized, truly not meaning to come off so rude.

"I'm sorry... I shouldn't have raised my voice like that," you whispered.

"...it's ok. You're tired and stressed dealing with all of this-"

"An apology doesn't begin with an accusation. Nor does it begin with deflecting your actions onto other things," you interrupted.

Most people in the Capitol were used to giving half assed apologies that put the blame on everyone but themselves. It was obvious that Coryo wasn't used to that.

It was weird, calling him that. You didn't know why he gave you the permission to do that.

You heard someone clear their throat behind you.

"Good morning (Y/N)... Mr. Snow. Quite the early risers aren't you?"

Dean Highbottom sighed, placing his bag onto his desk.

"Couldn't sleep. Decided I'd get here early.... Dr. Gaul never mentioned when I'd have to turn in my paper. I got it done, but I wasn't given a time to give it to her," you mumbled, remembering the brown folder in your bag. You pulled it out carefully.

"Well, before we head to the arena, she will be here. Give it to her then. I'm sure she will appreciate you getting it done in such a short time... with everything that's happened," Dean Highbottom said. "Your father wasn't too pleased with your stunt, I assume?"

You went back to last night where your father kept yelling through the door despite your sobs.

"Not pleased at all..."

He hummed and went back to putting papers in drawers and organizing.

"Your father is... much like Sejanus's father in a way. Wished everyone would forget he was district so he hates his people almost more than the Capitol," he mused.

You nodded. Coriolanus scoffed besides you.

"Is there something you would like to add to the conversation Mr. Snow? I'm sure your father would be rolling in his grave seeing you with your songbird," Highbottom said, his eyes staring directly into Coryo's.

A scowl slowly crossed his features, this icy blue eyes clouding over, blizzarding with hatred.

The air filled with tension and you let out a relieved sigh at Sejanus's entrance.

"Good morning to you all," he said, a little too happy for someone getting to the academy at 6:30.

"Mornin'," you responded as he sat next to you.

He gave you a dopey smile and you were honestly suspicious.

"What's got you lookin' like that sweetheart?" You giggled, poking his shoulder.

"Oh? Just that... I know something that makes me happy. Nothing you should worry about," he said with a smile.

You looked suspiciously between both boys who seemed to be acting strangely. Dean Highbottom stepped out of the room and you looked at both of them.

"You kissed each other didn't you?"

"Ew-"

"(N/N) why would you say that?!"

"I would never ever even think of kissing a Pli-"

"I would never even even think of kissing him-"

"Neither of you are denying it."

Their faces of mutual embarrassment and disgust made you laugh.

The boys shared a look and immediately looked away, blushing furiously .

"I was just joking... but you've both been actin' so strange..." you mumbled.

They let out a sigh of relief.

"Can't believe you thought I'd kiss him of all people," Coryo muttered.

"Not like you've kissed anyone anyway," you teased.

"Neither have you!"

The three of you stared at each other in silence until bursting out in laughter.

Once again, forgetting who and where you were. Sej and you weren't District to Capitol, Coryo was a Capitol Prick.

You were just kids. Like you'd always been.

——

The three of you walked together to the arena, behind everyone else.

"I ain't ever seen you smile that much let alone laugh," you giggled.

"Your face when Dr. Gauls hand was on your shoulder? Fucking priceless," Sejanus laughed.

Coriolanus rolled his eyes but smiled.

Maybe... the districts weren't that bad. Hanging out with the two district to Capitol kids made him understand Lucy Gray a bit better, and internally he wondered if he saw them as friends or as pawns to get closer to her.

"When I gave her my paper I thought she would shoot me down right there!" You whispered with a laugh.

The rest of your classmates were so ahead and lost in their own conversations, you knew they couldn't hear.

But the chatter and laughter died down as you reached the arena. You saw the tributes lined up by district, boy girl.

You silently slipped next to Treech and smiled. He looked at you and gave you a small smile back.

You could feel his fingers softly reach for yours and you slowly enveloped your hand with his.

"Missed you."

"Missed you more," he whispered back with a grin.

You heard someone clear their throat behind you.

"Mind getting your hands off of my girl?"

"Oh go fuck yourself, Creed. I am not yours not at all, I've never been and your entitlement to me disgusts mes I am not an object to own," you hissed at him, rolling your eyes.

The boy immediately cowered and ran off.

"Tail between his legs... he's such an army brat," you scoffed.

"So that's Festus Creed," Treech mumbled.

You turned to him, "You know who he is?"

The boys face turned bright red.

"Well it's just Sejanus mentioned him-"

"When did you talk to Sej?"

He wouldn't meet your eyes. He knew if he did he would spill everything. Every single thing he'd been thinking.

He was thankful that in that moment, you all began to enter in the arena. A red glow from some lights gave it an eerie feel.

"Thank you, enjoy the show."

You shuddered at that. How gross. Disgusting. Dehumanizing. They were being sent to their deaths and that was what they had to hear before it?

You saw Coriolanus and Lucy Gray holding hands and slowly letting go in front of the cameras. You looked up at Treech. His face was wiped of any emotion, yet you watched as his eyes filled with fear.

You kept his hand in yours, squeezing it for comfort.

"I think I'm gonna be sick," he mumbled to you, so quiet you almost didn't hear.

"Hey, hey... you're gonna be ok... I promise I'm getting you out of this alive. I can't... I can't loose you," you mumbled to him.

The mentors and tributes split up. Most mentors went to talk in their own groups, leaving the tributes to talk amongst themselves.

"Hey, lumberjack!"

You both turned around. You a bit upset at the audacity of someone calling him your nickname and also out of curiosity.

Who were you kidding you were upset about someone calling him your nickname for him.

It was Coral.

It could be beneficial for him to be in a group... but groups turn on each other.

"Lamina-" he called out, getting interrupted.

"No no. You. Just you."

You looked at him to see what he would do. His hand slowly left yours as he walked over to the group.

You were immediately saddened by this. But had no time to react as a hand grabbed your shoulder and pulled you away.

"What gives!?" The voice whisper yelled.

Pup Harrington.

Lamina's mentor.

"I can't control what he does or who he goes with," you responded.

"I thought we would be allies at least-"

"You never discussed becoming my ally-"

"Thought it would be a given considering they are from the same district! How stupid could he be?! The group is going to-"

"Listen. I cannot control him. He picked the group. He is not stupid, he knows they will start killing each other. And I'm sure I'll figure out a plan. Lamina is strong willed, she's a strong climber... she will do well," you whispered, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Pup wasn't as bad as the rest of the kids in class. Mostly kept to himself.

"Alright. I hope you know what you're talking about."

And with that you walked off in separate directions, only taking a step before a loud bang was heard.

Bombs.

The bombs were going off everywhere and you were thrown back from the shock wave.

Your ears rang as you looked up, double vision everywhere. There was dust everywhere and bombs were still going off. Fire.

You shakily stood up, trying to keep your balance. You coughed, covering your mouth with your sleeve.

Tributes were running, you heard some say the gate was open, and saw them running towards it.

The world spun around you and you took a shaky step, before noticing there was people standing n the ground. It struck a fear into you that you hadn't felt since the war.

All those bodies. Burned. Bleeding out.

Then your mind turned to how Treech would hold you close in the bombings, covering you from any dust.

Wait... Treech.

Where was he?

Your breathing became heavier as you panicked looking around for him and sign of him.

"Treech! Treech!" You screamed out, your voice ringing and echoing across the chaos filled hall. 

Peacekeepers shoved past you, shooting their guns. You screamed in fear, falling to your knees again, covering your head.

A scared child.

That's all you could think of. The bombings back home, the bodies, your mind raced with thoughts of his body being one of them and screamed with tears streaming down your face.

The center of the arena started to fall and you tried to back away, failing at doing so, but succeeding at getting cuts all over your palms

"(Y/N)!? (Y/N)!"

Strong arms picked you up and took you away from the middle, where beams of steel and concrete fell.

"You alright? Hey, hey? Stay with me alright... fuck you've got some nasty cuts." The voice muttered.

You looked up and saw the person you had been screaming for. Your arms wrapped around him and he cried out.

He was hurt.

You stood up carefully, both of you leaning into each other. He tried to drag you back to where you had come from, but you stopped him.

"No, some people ran away that way, don't want them to think you're runnin' away too. They'll shoot you dead, please," you begged, coughing. There was dust and smoke invading your mouth, throat and lungs.

He gave a shaky breath and nodded.

You two were trying to find help. Anyone that knew a way out.

You'd never been here, so you didn't know...

Coryo.

Coryo had mentioned coming here as a kid, his family used to have one of the private boxes to watch the games when he was little.

"Gotta... find Coryo, he'll know the way out-"

You felt his arms get ripped away from you, and heard him cry out in pain. You turned to see a peacekeeper, grabbing him and pulling him away. Another peacekeeper did the same to you.

Some of the glass stuck in your arm was pushed in by his hands and you screamed out in pain. Your body was finally aware of all the pain it was in, the adrenaline to survive fading out, making you pass out.

_____

It had been about three days in the hospital drifting in and out of a painkiller haze. You hated it. Nurses came in and out, but Sejanus was the one who came to visit more often than not. The games had been delayed once more due to kids being hurt and in the hospital. The mentors of course, not the tributes. The interviews would happen at the end of the week, the games the day after. If you could be there, you could be there. Your release day was set to be the day of. Meaning today.

You woke up in the hospital. You were drowsy from what had happened and the medicine they had given you. Sejanus was beside your bed, and smiled softly when he saw you had woken up.

"Please, tell me is he ok?" You asked, pleading with Sejanus, who had been released the day right after the bombing. His injuries were minor compared to a lot of the others.

"He's good as can be... had to get stitches for one cut on his back but the vet-"

"Vet?"

Silence filled the small area.

"You mean to tell me... that we survived a bombing... got rushed to the hospital... and they got thrown back into that zoo cage... and they have a VET attending to them?!" You shouted.

Your heart monitor started going up, beeping harshly.

"Hey, hey, hey... calm down. I know. I get it... I was pissed off when I found out too, but...  it's... better than nothing I guess..." he muttered.

You were getting released today. You would see him tonight.

The nurses came in, and finally signed the discharge paperwork.

Sejanus walked you home.

You had been lucky. Mostly shrapnel that had been imbedded in your skin. Some dust and smoke in your lungs, but nothing coughing it out didn't fix.

The worst part had been the necklace. You didn't lose it, but the nurses were not careful, breaking the chain.

"Hey... cheer up. In just... two hours you'll get to see your lover boy," he said with a smile.

You blushed and looked down.

"We're just friends-"

"(Y/N), please. You like him. I think you always have. It's obvious to everyone else. And I think you should tell him. Plus..." he said, pulling a small box out of his pocket, opening it for you. "Friends don't just keep a ring on a necklace or one letter you sent years ago."

It was the necklace, but it was fixed. Nothing had been changed, it was your necklace from Treech.

"I saw it on the bedside table broken and... god, I know how important this is to you. I took it to get fixed. All they did was fix the chain," he said with a smile, putting it on you.

"Friends don't look at each other the way you two look at each other."

Hehehehehehehe so uh... heyyyy

I'm keeping it a bit more accurate to the book than the movie. Treech will also be in the arena more book than movie. Yes, he's starting off with the pack, but after some time, he is going to do what his book self did. In case some of you who only watched the movie were wondering why tf my timeline is so off. It's not, I'm not making up the funerals or any of it, it happened in the book. How are you guys liking this story so far? Do I entertain you?

[ghostfacd]

THIN LINE

based on this thought

pairing: young!coriolanus snow x fem!reader

genre: fluff, a bit of angst, descriptions of killing, they’re like in love ig, ooc!snow (he’s still crazy LMAO), SPOILERS for the ballad of the songbirds & snakes, Snow and reader being disgustingly touchy 💀

summary: in which there is a thin line in between yours and coriolanus’ friendship and something more, leading to a sudden shift in your dynamic

“Coryo! I passed! Coryo!” You shriek in excitement as Casca Highbottom passes one of your papers back. It had taken quite your strength when you were given the task to make new proposals and implements for the new Hunger Games, crying to your best friend Coriolanus about how you’ll never get it done on time.

“Oh yeah?” He asks, looking over at your paper. There was a bright red A+ along with the sloppy cursive writing of Good Job Miss. L/N!

“Good job,” Coriolanus says, snaking his arms over to pull you back into his chest, placing a sloppy but soft kiss on your cheek. “Knew you had it in you.”

The scene makes Arachne Crane let out a moan of disgust, rolling her eyes as she turned to another corner.

“What’s wrong Arachne?” One of her friends asked, and she only points to the two of you, who were too engrossed in each other to notice.

“Snow and L/N, are we even surprised?” Livia let out a huff of irritation.

When Casca Highbottom announced that you all will be meeting in the largest room of the Academy, you thought it was to finally announce the winner of the Plinth prize. The only rightful ones were you and Coriolanus, anyway. And maybe Sejanus, the boy whom you’ve gotten soft for these past few days.

You and Coriolanus entered arm in arm, avoxes had wove through the crowd of students with trays of posca, a concoction of watery wine laced with herbs and honey.

Coriolanus quickly grabbed two goblets, handing one to you and then chugging it quickly down his throat. For a minute, it burned.

“Oh there you two are,” Arachne waves you over, her face gloomy. “Obviously, no amount of bribing would make Sejanus tell me who won the prize. Not like it matters, we all know I deserve it most.”

There was an eye roll from Felix Ravinstill. “Sure Arachne, and I’m the richest man on the planet.”

That earned him a scowl from the girl, who then turned her attention to Sejanus. “He can have as much money as he wants, but he’ll always be district, you know.”

A few of your classmates laugh, nodding in bitter agreement as they watched Sejanus conversing with one of the professors.

“Right.” Coriolanus mumbles, surprising you. He hadn’t ever agreed with Arachne before—calling her a psychopath even—so why was he now?

“Oh please,” the girl snaps back. “You and Y/N are friends with him.”

“We tolerate him,” Coriolanus says, his hand that was holding yours became tighter. “He’s district.”

When Sejanus comes, the murmur of your classmates grows silent, and from the looks of it, he could already tell they weren’t saying much good about him.

“It’s time to assign the tributes.” Is all he says, motioning to Dean Highbottom.

“As you all know, the Plinth prize and money would usually go to the student with the highest mark,” Highbottom begins, clearing his throat. “But this year, we’d like to do something different.”

You can tell Coriolanus has stiffened in his seat. Even though you want to hold his hand and caress it, you know you can’t, so you keep your desire inside.

“Whoever is the best mentor among all of you will be able to win the Plinth prize.”

“Oh that is not fair!” Livia complains. “What if I get some poor weak district girl and she dies 2 minutes in the games?”

“It’s not just about your tribute winning,” Highbottom says, “you will be assessed.”

You and Coriolanus sit through the announcement of which mentor gets which tribute. You had gotten Coral, a girl from District 4 while Coriolanus had gotten the girl from 12. Lucy Gray Baird, apparently.

“Hey, you okay?” You say as you two stepped out from the Academy. “Look at me Coryo.”

He looks up from the ground, his eyebrows furrowed and his face upset.

“He hates me.” He says, referring to Dean Highbottom. “Always has, always will. Gave me the worst district of them all.”

“Hey,” you say, cradling his face as your eyes quickly scanned his. “Don’t say that. We saw Lucy Gray on stage, she can sing and she sure as hell can put on a charismatic personality for the crowd. You’ll be okay, Coryo.”

“I don’t know,”

This was the first time you saw Coriolanus so upset, so lost in his thought. Without a second thought, you pulled his head towards you, giving him a long kiss on his jawline.

“Sleepover tonight?” You ask as you pull away.

“Sure, I just have to tell Tigris first.”

That night, you and Coriolanus talk about your futures under your warm white covers, limbs tangling one another.

“Do you ever want kids, Coryo?” You ask, saying anything that came to your mind.

“Maybe.” He replies. “Only if I find a girl as worthy as you.”

His words make you smile, pulling him closer to your body. “As worthy as me?”

“Mhm. Or else I’d marry out of convenience. For profit. To ensure no one takes advantage of me.”

You shake your head, placing a small kiss on his forehead. “I hope that never happens, Coryo.”

“I hope it never does either.”

You turn over to turn off your nightlight, snuggling yourself under the covers as Coriolanus throws an arm around your frame.

“Goodnight Coryo.”

“Goodnight Y/N.”

- - -

After Coriolanus’ little involvement in the tribute cage, Highbottom, to say the least, was unimpressed. He claimed Coriolanus was breaking many of the Academy rules, including endangering an Academy student. However, he agreed to let the mentors visit their tributes and offer them water or food.

You were talking to Coral, handling her a glass bottle filled with water. If you couldn’t get her out of here, the least you could do is hydrate and feed her.

You turn to look at Arachne, who was busy swinging water in front of her tribute. Her tribute almost looked pitiful as the bottle always seemed to swing out of her reach.

Coriolanus was talking to Lucy Gray, a little too close for your liking, but you knew it was just to discuss strategies.

“You think you’re gonna make it in the arena?” You ask Coral, who only glared at you, taking small sips of water at a time.

“Hey.” Coriolanus suddenly comes up from behind you, once again wrapping his arms around your shoulders before bringing your face in for a long kiss on the cheek.

“Hi,” you giggle, continuing to hold on him as you turned your entire body to face him.

Coral let out a scowl of disgust, eyeing you and Coriolanus up and down.

“Coral, meet my friend, Coriolanus Snow. He’s Lucy Gray’s mentor.” You say, pointing at the girl who was currently talking to another tribute; Jessup, you think his name is.

Coral doesn’t respond, only continuing to snarl at the two of you.

“They’re like wild animals,” Coriolanus whispers in your ear.

“Hey pretty boy,” she finally speaks, smirking from ear to ear. “You were on the truck earlier.”

“I was,” he replied curtly.

“Maybe I can’t kill you—but I’ll definitely kill your tribute.”

Before you could hold Coriolanus back from jumping at Coral, you all hear a scream.

Arachne’s tribute had somehow managed to grab the bottle of water, smashing it against the metal cage and stabbing Arachne directly in the throat with it.

“Oh my god!” You scream, running over to the girl. Although you and Coriolanus disliked her, she was still your classmate, and someone who you spoke to on a regular basis.

“You two, off.” The peacekeepers say, grabbing ahold of you and Coriolanus; dragging you away from the scene.

- - -

The walk to Coriolanus’s home was quiet, aside from occasional twig snapping and leaves falling.

“I’m scared,” you finally say, staring up at Coriolanus. His icy blue eyes bore into yours before they softened.

“I know,” he says, cupping your head in his hands. “I know you’re scared, that should’ve never happened.”

“But it did,” you say, placing your hands into Coriolanus’s coat to keep them warm. “What if it happens to us next, Coryo?”

“Hey.” Coriolanus’s face is only a meter away from yours, lips almost touching. “I’ll never let that happen to you, do you understand? As long as I’m alive, no one will hurt you.”

You nod, a few tears rolled down your cheeks.

“Hey, don’t cry,” Coriolanus wipes away your tears with his thumb, one of his fingers caressed your cheek lightly. “They’ll have to shoot me dead before anything can happen to you.”

And before you could let out another one of your worries, Coriolanus leans in, placing a much awaited kiss on your lips. He pulls away for air after a minute, forehead against yours.

“I love you, Y/N. I’ll never let anyone hurt you, ever.”

[yzzart]

"𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐟𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫."

pairing: young!Coriolanus Snow x f!reader.

summary: the only one who could calm a winter was you.

warnings: +18!, oral sex, f!receiving, biting, mention of manipulation, sexual content, explicit content and explicit words + take a look at the masterlist!

word count: 1.055!

Feelings of dissatisfaction, injustice and stress dominated Coriolanus Snow's chest daily; not to mention the sparks of anger that his heart fired every day. — Stunned thoughts circled the boy's head.

And it was, in fact, impressive how Coriolanus knew how to disguise, and even control, what he felt; no one from the Capital could describe or bring out anything bad in his beautiful, young face. — Besides Casca Highbottom, of course; one of the reasons for the boy's countless headaches. — He remained neutral, sometimes with a compassionate smile and moved on.

He acted as if nothing and no frustration were in his life.

However, Coriolanus had a peculiar and unique way of releasing everything he felt, all those mixed emotions and sensations; and involved you. — Specifically, being between your thighs.

Coriolanus loved —no, he loved— devouring you. Boy Snow, if he had the chance or the power, could stay all day, all the time, with his face in your beautiful, oh-so-good pussy; and that is not an exaggeration, ever. — He never believed in words of belief or rumors of the second plane of life that was perfect, but Snow had found paradise between your thighs.

Before eating your pussy, Coriolanus always leaves small, wet kisses near the area; at certain moments, some small provocative bites. — Such a affectionate, sweet and intimate gesture and you fell even more in love with that white-haired boy. — Soon, he attacked like a hunt after its prey.

Coriolanus's poisonous tongue ran through your folds, sucking them with pleasure and desire; quickly, paying attention to your swollen and needy clitoris with great pleasure. — He licked, sucked and sucked your little bud with exuberance and dedication; the Snow boy gave his best, especially to you.

The environment in his room, besides being hot and dimly lit, was full of moans and whimpers that escaped your lips. — God, your moans were so sweet, naive and formed a melody in Coriolanus' ears; the sounds that came out of your mouth were divine. — A piously work of art.

The name of your lover, which came out inappropriately and stuttered, echoed through the walls and if you doubted it, it could be heard in the other rooms of your house. — Mentally, you were grateful for your parents' prolonged absence. — Like the song of an extravagant bird.

Those crystal blue eyes, clouded with pure desire and lust, gazed at you; more than usual, in fact. — Your beautiful and so cute little face reveling in pleasure, your cheeks in a reddish tone and some strands of hair stuck to your forehead; discreet tears were present on one of her cheeks. — You were the most beautiful thing Coriolanus saw in his entire life.

And the fact that you belonged to him made his ego-swollen chest even better.

There were no more financial problems, family matters to be resolved or the academy or fucking Highbottom, there was no longer anything that made his life hell. — Only you were on his mind, his attention and focus.

"Coryo…!" — His name came out in a slurred and fragile way as more tears slowly fell from your graceful face; a shock when you felt the contact of Coriolanus' teeth on your clitoris awakened in your body. — He would be, at least, a little cruel to you, however, you denied that with all your strength.

A vibration in your wet region accompanied your warm body, an enigmatic laugh from the Snow boy upon witnessing your reaction. — Making a point of making one more contact, but leaving a gentle nibble; eliciting a thin scream from you.

Your legs were shaking, your chest was rising and falling without any kind of control, not to mention that your head and mind were completely melted; no thought with notion or consciousness presented itself. — Pleasure, distress, pain and a burning sensation of being used by Snow ripped through your heart. — On the bright side, you were helping your dear lover, right?

"C-Coryo, Coryo!" — The stimulation and speed of his tongue began to accelerate and become more abrupt, becoming too much for you. — "I'll go... I'll go." — You couldn't even complete a mediocre sentence.

You were so naive, such a precious little thing, trying to warn him that you were about to cum as if Coriolanus didn't recognize your body. — He knew when you were about to cum, Coriolanus knew your body better than you. — Like a book he read countless times to the point where he memorized every word written in it.

Oh, the Snow boy was proud of that.

"Come on, my little bird." — Coriolanus hated, perhaps that's too strong a word, birds, but you were an exception; a beautiful and unique exception. — "I want you to let it all out." — It wasn't a request, a loving request, it was an order along with a pinch made by his lips.

Regardless, your orgasm was intense, causing a strong delirium in your delightful and sensitive mind. — Coriolanus was definitely in paradise and his taste was magnificent; a flavor he could never get sick of. — He licked and sucked your release, delighting himself and getting it dirty on his sculpted chin.

Coriolanus's large, thin hands opened your thighs even further with the intention of not leaving even a drop of your juices. — Like a hungry animal, not even leaving the carcass for others.

The heavy feeling of exhaustion and a drowsy wave controlled your body slowly even though you forced yourself to stay awake and full. — Snow sucked your energy, leaving nothing left for you. — An exhausted smile formed on your lips as you looked at Coriolanus; now, he left affectionate and grateful kisses on your thighs. — You loved that damn young man.

"My good girl…" — Coriolanus felt your heavy gazes. — "…you did such a good job for me." — Your heart accelerated, you didn't know how to answer if it was about what had happened or the affectionate way he praised your; you didn’t care either way.

You didn't even have the strength to answer him, so just your sweet and tired smile was enough for Coriolanus. — He was so proud, more than he already was, and he longed for more; he always wanted more.

And in the end, he would have. — Like every animal, it would get its prey in the blink of an eye.

[gamblersdoll]

cw: 18+, oral, (fem) girl on girl action, guts being a bit shy, missionary, double blowjob.

you and casca were decent together, only having decent conversations and mainly about him.

guts.

talking about your attraction to him, trying to get her to get over griffith and his wrongful doings. but she also had a part of her that wanted to explore more parts of herself.

after a while, the three of you were finally just a trio. all three of you sat around the fireplace in the living room, whatever music that guts had playing was on a soft volume. yet, it was loud.

“im glad you two can get along.” he says, casca smacking his arm softly, he ducked.

“we got along just fine before!” she protested, smiling a bit. they share a quick peck, only for a quick second.

you had secretly been falling for guts, the guilt washing over you as you felt absolutely terrible for finding your friends’ boyfriend attractive. you hid it deep within yourself, your eyes never on guts for too long. otherwise, you didnt want to lose your friendship with both of them.

“ill be back, you two.” guts says, standing up and walking to the next room. casca looks to you, crawling close to you as she normally did.

“you okay?” she asked, putting a hand on your shoulder, you nod, looking back at her.

“what are you plotting?” you ask, under the assumption that she’s plotting something against guts again. you gave her most of the ideas, and they all succeeded.

“i.. i somewhat want to try something.” she suggests, putting a hand on your thigh. you look at it, feeling the air being sucked out of your lungs.

yet, your face was hot, your heart was beating.

guts, in the other room, grew suspicious. both of you were too quiet. he turned his back to the fridge, his feet padding against the floor to the living room again and starts to speak.

“what are you two—“ he starts off, immediately stopping and sucking in a breath.

you were on your back, casca’s right knee pressed up against your clit. your right knee pressed against her clit, both of you moaned in each other’s mouth and grinding against each other. she slightly pushes your shirt up, sliding her fingers up and down your exposed skin.

guts feels his pants tighten, his face turning red and he can barely speak.

casca pulls away from you, looking over to guts and signaling him to come over. he obliges, getting closer to both of you. he takes her and kisses her lips, you leaning up with your hand’s pressed down on the floor.

casca pulls away from him, pushing both of you closer and you bite the bullet, pressing your lips against his plumper lips. he deepens the kiss, a hand groping at your breasts as he lays you down.

casca makes easy work of your pants, getting giddy when she sees the blue panties you wore that night. guts takes a second to pull your shirt over your head, suckling at the nipple. casca leans up, taking in the other as she softly presses her fingers against your clit.

you moan into his mouth, bucking your hips against her fingers as she tugs your panties off.

he pulls away from the kiss, watching the both of you as he undressed himself. casca had already discarded her clothes, her arousal dripping on her own thighs. she softly pulls your legs apart, licking up at your clit.

you moan loudly, squeezing your eyes shut as she suckles at your folds. guts puts a hand on the round of her ass, sliding it to slip his middle inside of her folds. she moans against your clit, causing a chain reaction.

she pulls away, whispering to you ear and you chuckle a bit, nodding to her. guts notices, raising an eyebrow. “what are you two plotting?”

both of you lean up, getting on your knees and lowering yourself. both of you lick the sides of his cock. he rolls his head back, groaning out as casca sucks on the side of his cock and you suck on the tip. he scoops both of you up, plopping you on his couch and angling himself in between your thighs.

both you and casca laid next to each other, her grinding against your thigh and he looks to casca.

she nods to him, and then he looks at you, asking for any confirmation that you truly wanted this, and you obliged.

he slid his cock inside you, bottoming out as he groaned. “fuuuck!” he sighs out, dramatically. he’s looking at the way casca kisses you, grinds her puffy clit against the fat of your thigh.. and he gets even harder than he thought he could. he thrusts into you, causing you to moan into her mouth and her moan back, the force of the thrust causing her to bounce on your thigh.

he immediately found your gummy spot that you would see stars, and you panted against cascas own breath. she was leaving her own slick against your thigh, this intoxicating feeling and rhythm going for what felt like eternity.

“shit–both of you look so fucking good..” he praises, a hand pinching at your nipple. he feels you tighten against him, and he groans, rubbing your clit as he plowed into your walls.

you feel that coil in your tummy threaten to snap, and casca’s little “cum on his cock, please y/n..” and guts’ “there you go, relax on me baby..”

your coil snaps, a chain reaction of you cumming and the pair cumming as well. luckily for the three of you, guts’ pull out game was deeply strong.

he made sure to not nut anywhere close to your soppy hole, but on your face as he then grabbed casca.

you remember passing out, but only waking up to see guts plowing into casca from behind, his head closer to hers and her moans echoing throughout the entire house.

[kitscutie]

snow and roses: part II (coriolanus snow x fem!reader)

pairing: coriolanus snow x reader

warnings: none except the nature of the Hunger Games franchise! later on in the series there will be hints to dark!coriolanus snow and lots of angst so be prepared!

summary: you and coriolanus have been dating in secret for months, all it takes is one songbird for everything to come into the light.

a/n: part two is here! hope you enjoy, remember requests are open and there are more parts to come :) p.s - all of the love on part one means the world!

word count: 2.3k

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Over the past eighteen years you couldn't picture a single day you and Coriolanus hadn't spent together. Birthdays, school days, even throughout the war, you spent time together.

Today was different. He hadn't met you this morning and you couldn't help but miss his presence. His character enveloped a room, always making it clear he was there without really having to say a word. You found it comforting, others found it threatening.

The Tributes arrived early this morning and it was something you had dreaded, very soon you would actually have to meet Wovey. Mentor her, care for her, and it riddled you with guilt knowing that it was all a challenge. Her life was a challenge to you.

Coryo's presence could've softened that burden and yet, he wasn't here. No warning no explanation he just didn't show.

"Where's Snow?" Asked Arachne as you all stood outside your classroom at the Academy, preparing for yet another lecture from Casca.

"I wouldn't know." You shrugged, secretly seething at your boyfriends disregard to tell you where he was going before he disappeared.

"Oh please. You two are practically attached at the hip." Scoffed Festus. Fixing his hair in a small compact mirror which he carried around in his bag.

"I heard he's with his songbird." Mock sang Felix. Knowing it would most likely piss you off to the high heavens.

"And where did you hear that, Felix?" You asked, tilting your head in questions, eyebrows furrowed. While Felix was a tease he was not a liar.

"Lucky's newest interview. He was in the zoo with the tributes, I mean it was almost comedic. But, I've got to say the most interesting part was when they held hands." He said. You couldn't hide the anger on your face no matter how hard you tried and it was only made worse when you spotted Sejanus' sympathetic glance from over his shoulder.

"Well, he is very motivated to win the Prize I suppose." You murmured, now embarrassed, even if they weren't aware he was your boyfriend he was supposed to be your closest ally and here he was prancing around with his new decoration.

Much to your pleasure the large wooden door swung open, everybody filing into the room and taking their assigned seats, the one next to yours empty.

His seat.

Finally, minutes later he entered looking rather sheepish. If he was ashamed you were glad, he should be.

"Your little excursion is in violation of about five Academy rules Mr Snow." Spoke Casca. Deep down you were pleased that he had broken rules, pleading in your mind that this would prevent any further ventures. "Amongst them, endangering a Capitol student."

"Who?" He asked, stopping in his tracks as though he was insulted by the accusation.

"You. I'm moving for the Game makers to disqualify you as a mentor immediately." Casca answered. Guiltily you were happy, you just hoped your face didn't show it as Coriolanus sat down next to you.

"You said that we had to get our tributes to perform, not that we had to stay away." He said leaning against the banister of your seats.

"I don't believe holding their hands was in that agreement." You snarled from behind him and you immediately regretted it as he turned to you, hurt that you weren't defending him.

"Right you are Miss L/N." Casca replied.

"Holding her hand, introducing her to people. You make it look as if were one in the same as those animas." Arachne added. You didn't agree with that, they were very much the same as us but his effort to care for her wounded you internally.

"Coriolanus didn't show those people anything they didn't already know. That the tributes are human beings. Just like us. That's why nobody wants to watch the Games, because people know deep down, that winning a war ten years ago doesn't justify starving peoples children." Sejanus added, yet you couldn't help but feel like Coriolanus didn't truly agree, he just wanted to be let loose for his wrong doings.

"Snow fell. Down in the cage, it fell down in the cage but it landed-" Doctor Gaul appeared, frightening you and many others. She had an atmosphere similar to Coriolanus, threatening and brazen. Maybe that should've scared you more than any District Twelve girl, yet it didn't.

"On stage." Snow finished her riddle without hesitation.

"You're good at games. Maybe one day you'll be a Game maker like me." She grinned evilly. You didn't miss Coriolanus' smile when hearing this and something deep within you stirred.

"Only if the games continue at all." Casca replied.

"Oh they'll continue, with performances like young Mr Snow in that zoo. In fact I came to ask your star Mentor a question. What are the Hunger Games for?" She said confidently.

"They're to punish the Districts for their uprising. To commemorate the end of the war." Coriolanus answered thou hit felt scripted and to some extent it was. That very answer was drilled into your heads from the moment you entered the Academy.

Sejanus began to discredit the Games, calling them what they are. Cruel. Doctor Gaul didn't like that.

"Perhaps the Capitol students are ill suited to be mentoring tributes, perhaps the Games time has passed." Casca said and something about it told you he was on Sejanus' side, that he didn't agree with the very games he created.

"Dean Highbottom is wrong. My classmates too. Maybe Sejanus is onto something, maybe we should be viewing those tributes as human beings." Coriolanus spoke and you tugged at his shirt for him to sit down, to stop defending this inhumane act but he slapped your hand away. "I mean you saw those kids in the zoo, they just wanted to get to know Lucy Gray. If we need people to watch we should be letting them get closer to the tributes before the games. Make the stakes personal." You felt embarrassed by his every word. Embarrassed by his obsession with Lucy Gray and embarrassed that he believed in these games.

"Who will watch the games if they care what happens to the tributes?" Asked Doctor Gaul and even to you, the answer was obvious. Everyone.

"Everyone." Answered Snow, predictable. "If they thought the tribute they cared about had a chance of winning, people need someone to root for and against. We need them to invest. If we bend a few Capitol laws, we could even have them place bets." He continued his proposal.

"You forget you're talking about real people Coriolanus, not just characters in your wider game." You said, eyes cold as he once again turned to you seeming betrayed, you no longer cared.

"Look I know Lucy Gray may not win in the arena but if you give her a chance, I would bet the Plinth Prize that she can win peoples attention." He ignored you, instead once again talking about Lucy. You felt sick by his obsession, betrayed. How long had you been the one to care for him, to root for him and here he was digging a dagger in your heart.

"I would like you to write up a proposal of these thoughts tonight Mr Snow." Doctor Gaul stated. "Perhaps your classmate can help you?" She smirked towards you in question.

You shook your head while keeping your eyes trained on the front of the room, you refused to be apart of his play for Lucy Gray's victory.

You sat alone at lunch, thinking. What was going on between him and that girl and why was he suddenly the Games biggest supporter. You understood the Plinth Prize meant a lot to him. That it would open doors but this was a step too far.

"Y/N, a pleasure." A voice you knew all too well said as it took the seat across from you.

"Coriolanus." You answered bluntly before taking another bite of your sandwich. He could tell something was off from the moment you used his full name, usually calling him Coryo.

"What was that little show back there, hm?" He asked, blue eyes a weapon as he glared at you. Something you had never been on the receiving end of before.

"I could ask you the same thing." You replied, putting your food down to glare back.

"It's a competition, Y/N. One which could change my life, I know you don't have to worry about winning but this means everything to me. You know that. I know the games are animalistic but they'll go on either way-." He defended though you cut him off.

"That's what you think I'm upset about?" You said, exaggerating the 'that's'.

"It's not?" He asked, now curious.

"I don't know, Coriolanus maybe I'm upset about you being obsessed with Lucy Gray. I mean, she's all you've spoken about since the Reaping, you held her hand! Risked your life for her!" You exclaimed in angry, drawing attention to your table.

"Oh what, so your jealous?" He smirked, clearly amused by your outrage.

"Jealous does little to describe what I am feeling, Snow. This is another level. When will you realise that that girl is using you, just as you are using her. Nothing more nothing less. I however am still here, I have been there for years, for you!" You shouted once more and he grew agitated as the room stared, grabbing your wrist with unnecessary aggression to pull your face down to this.

"Don't make a scene Y/N. You're acting like a little girl." He gritted out through his teeth.

"Fuck you, Coriolanus Snow." You replied equally quiet and with menace laced in your words. You saw his face change, as if the anger once there was replaced by a mask of sympathy. It felt ingenuine.

"Come on, Y/N. You know I love you right? I have for how long now, years." He said with kind eyes.

"Don't kid yourself." You scoffed. Though his face stayed the same his grip on your wrist tightened, leaving pink indentations.

"I love you, Y/N. Okay? Not Lucy Gray. She's my tribute just like you said, nothing more nothing less." He once again reassured, never giving up his hold.

Finally the fire in your heart gave out to him and his stupid Snow charm. It never failed to make you swoon and hearing those three words, ones you gave to each other not very often, you just wished to be in his arms.

"Okay." You retreated.

"Okay and?" He asked.

"I love you too." You answered, relieved when he let your wrist go, you were quick to move it below the table, scared to see what he had done to your wrist.

"Good. Now come on, I'm going to give some food to Lucy Gray, strengthen her, I assume you would like to meet Wovey." He said, getting up from his chair. You didn't want to meet Wovey, not really, scared to look her in the eyes. You did however want to meet his pretty little Songbird.

You walked together, hand in hand towards the zoo. He was back to his caring self after the flash of rage you previously saw. It wasn't the first time that side of him had flashed and you knew it wouldn't be the last but moments like these made it all worth it.

Your relationship was secret, but you felt no need to hide it anymore, now determined to show he was yours. Show everyone.

At first you stuck by his side, even when he spoke to Lucy Gray and you felt yourself flinch as she rushed over.

"That for us?" She asked as he held food out to her. Watching as she gave some to her fellow District Twelve Tribute, Jessup. "And who might this be?" She asked, eyeing up your joint hands.

"Wovey's mentor." He answered, without a second thought. Though when you squeezed his hand, his answer changed. "My girlfriend, I mean. Y/N L/N."

"Well Miss L/N, you sure do have the cream of the crop here with Mr Snow. He's a lovely young man." She smiled at you, you couldn't tell if it was your own paranoia telling you it was ingenuine or if she really didn't feel happy for you.

"Oh, and don't I know it." You smiled back. "You've equally had such luck I must say. He's a fine mentor." You added, patting his chest as you boosted his ego.

"Well, thank you." He said, kissing your forehead. "But uh, could you give me and Lucy Gray a moment, Mentor to Tribute?" He asked and that once burnt out flame of jealousy flickered within you as you left to speak to Wovey. You watched as they now leant against the fence to talk, lips inches away, crouched together.

Wovey was a sweet young girl, grateful as you gave her food and she shared it with Bobbin who she had been sat with, you didn't mind her sharing seeing as some Mentors has made little effort to offer any help.

You patted her shoulder through the fence, promising your support to help her reach the end of the games though it seemed she didn't care about winning and you admired her bravery.

A scream cut said conversation short as you looked to see Arachne's neck being stabbed with a smashed glass bottle. Play stupid games win stupid prizes.

You and Coriolanus both rushed over. Even if she was mean and bitchy she was your friend for the last five years and you had grown fond of the girl.

You whispered reassurances as she cried, placing pressure on her neck until you were literally dragged off of her by Peacekeepers, watching as her final breath left her body.

"No, no, no." You whispered with glassy eyes as her body became smaller and smaller on the ground - until it was too far into the distance to see.

It was clear the games had officially begun, and the tributes were winning.

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An Illusion || Young President! Coriolanus Snow x reader

GIF by @unknown and divider by @firefly-graphics

Summary: Whispers were circulating the Academy about who the lucky girl was to be Panem’s First Lady, Coriolanus’ soon to be wife, his lover; but little do they know.

Warnings: none

Wc:

Coriolanus Snow Masterlist

From the moment you stepped foot in the Academy, the whispers had already begun. You walked with poise and confidence, the clicking of your heel making heads turn as you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. You basked in the attention your fellow peers always gave you.

You were Capitol’s darling of course. Coming from a high born, and filthy rich family, everyone knew who you were. “Y/n,” Clemensia nods her head at you with a smile as you do the same, “Clemmie,” “You’re here quite early,” She comments as the two of you walk the halls, “He had an early class so he dropped me off earlier,” You say as Livia Cardew joins the two of you.

The three of you converse in conversation, ignoring the curious glances people would give you. You stepped into Casca’s class, he was late. When moving to your seats, you couldn’t help but eavesdrop the conversations happening around you. “He’s being mentored by Dr. Gaul now. Isn’t that crazy?”

“I would love to be Panem’s First Lady.” “He’s so hot. And he’s body? Training as a Peacekeeper does have its benefits” “I’d love to know what he’s like in bed.” That comment caught you off guard but made you smirk to yourself.

Clemensia and Livia give you knowing looks as you chuckle. “Little do they know,” You say to yourself as the girls giggle quietly to themselves. “Quiet down, Quiet down everybody” Casca came in rushed and class began.

After lunch, the whispers had seemed to intensify. “The Academy is going absolutely crazy,” You shake your head as you eye groups of students talking in hushed tones as they glance at you.

In your head, all you were thinking about was the moment you were able to show Coriolanus Snow as yours. And you, his. The satisfaction of watching everyone envy you was itching your brain. “When is this day going to end,” You mutter to yourself, rolling your eyes.

Finally, the school day had ended. You accompanied Clemensia and Livia to Professor Crispus to drop off their essay before walking outside where a crowd had formed. “What is going on?” Livia questions as the three of you walk towards the crowd of students.

Once people saw your presence, they make room for you to see the front. And there he was. Coriolanus Snow. Your Coryo. He was leaned up against the car, his head turned to the side. His eyes finally land on yours, the corners of his lip turning up as he smiles at you.

“Sweetheart.” And that was enough for everyone to start gasping and watch in shock at the pet name Coriolanus gave you. Your cheeks began becoming hot as you smile and move closer to him. Even in heels, you still had to go on your tippy toes to wrap your arms around his neck as his hands place themselves protectively on the small of your back.

You kiss his cheek as he kisses your hairline. “Clemmie, Liv,” He politely greets your best friends and his friends as they both nod back with a smile. “She’s so lucky,” “Of course she’s dating him,” Whispers began once again. “We should go, wouldn’t want to keep your presents at home waiting,” Your eyes lit up at his words and you nod.

You wave to Clem and Liv before Snow opens the car door and lets you in. He closes the car door, moving the curtains so it covered the window. “Really? Presents at home?” You scoff, crossing your arms as you move away from him. “They’re going to think I’m a spoiled brat,” You harshly say.

Snow rolls his eyes. “With that attitude you are, Princess,” He mocks as you shoot daggers at him. He sighs, massaging his forehead. “It’s true, you know,” You turn your head to him with narrowed eyes. “What’s true?” “There’s presents at home waiting for you,” Your lips part as you watch him, a sense of sadness? Was etched into his face.