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sweetheartsnips · 14 days ago

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What It's Like to be a Woman (Casca x femreader)

Summary: You had been a member of the Band of the Hawk since you were a girl. There were other women among the Hawks, but Casca was special.

Tags: lesbian sex, sub Casca, body worship, mutual pining, praise

Words: 3.7k

if you're under 18, please don't read. you have been warned >:D

A/N: Where do I begin... Casca is beautiful and yeah, here I am. This may be me exploring my sexuality... I don't know. I am horny and confused. Anyway, I love Casca/Guts and I would never take her away from him, so here is some nice lesbian Casca/Reader.

ps: this is from a few months ago from my ao3 :)

There had always been girls among the Hawks, but none were like Casca. She was special - a true leader, a warrior, a strong woman. Ever since Griffith had left, she had become the epitome of determination and bravery - in your eyes at least. You had grown fond of your brief conversations, and you found yourself confiding in her, both as a fellow warrior, and a fellow woman. Casca had become a dear friend for you, and you both valued and admired her for making time for your friendship.

“We’re capable of so much more than what people give us credit for”, she sighed, her expression soft, yet determined, “Women can be warriors, leaders, strategists - yet we are expected to be delicate and submissive little flowers in court. It is infuriating”

You offered her a warm smile, “You can say that again”.

“You know”, she chuckled softly, “It is nice to have somebody who understands. It is nice to have you - who sees me as more than a novelty, some exotic curiosity - a girl amongst an army”. She paused, a fire growing in her eyes, before continuing, “I’ve proven them all wrong. I’ve led this army, fought countless battles without any special treatment because I am a woman. You and I, we show them at we are just as capable as they are”.

Your eyes met hers, a glimmer of respect and admiration sparkling in your gaze, “Casca.. You’re truly something. I admire you, more than you know”.

Her cheeks flushed a hint of pink in surprise, “You….. admire me?”

You nodded in reassurance, your voice soft yet firm. “You’re amazing. You’re strong, physically and emotionally - and you’re a woman. You take everything in your stride and lead one of the most powerful armies in Midland,” You paused, looking into her eyes, allowing your words to sink in. “You don’t give yourself enough credit, Casca.”

She offered you a warm smile, a rare hint of vulnerability in her eyes. “You know, nobody has said that to me before. You…. you understand me. You understand what it's like to be a woman, and a warrior.”

You returned her warm smile, feeling a sense of camaraderie and mutual respect. “So, I had something to ask you.”

She looked at you quizzically, curiosity painting her features, “Yes? What is it?”

You flicked her a cheeky smirk, teasingly raising an eyebrow before asking, “Are you and Guts....seeing each other?”

She blinked blankly for a moment, clearly caught off guard, “What? Guts? No…. it's not like that.” She laughed sheepishly, averting her gaze.

“C’mon Casca… I’ve seen you two.. The way you walk around camp together… We are friends.. You can tell me”, you urged gently, your eyes twinkling with understanding.

She blushed slightly, shaking her head before speaking softly, “He’s… It’s.. complicated. We are friends - at least I think we are.”

You nodded in understanding. “I see. Sorry, I didn’t mean to overstep”.

Her eyes returned to yours, a soft laugh escaping her lips. “Don’t be silly, no need to apologise. What about you? Have any of my Hawks caught your eye?” She flicked you a knowing look and a sly smirk as she spoke.

You felt a blush of your own starting to form, her question catching you off guard just as yours had done to her. You laughed softly, shaking your head. “Oh, Casca, you’ve turned the tables on me now.”

She chuckled, her eyes bright with amusement. “Well, it’s only fair. So, who is it?”

You flustered slightly, your cheeks warm with embarrassment. You hadn’t intended on revealing this to her, not yet, anyway. “I-I…” you stuttered, before throwing caution into the wind and just blurting it out. “I’m actually not interested in men”.

She cocked an eyebrow in surprise at your words. “Not interested in men, hey? Does that mean you’re…. interested in women?"

You felt your face grow bright red. God… this is so embarrassing… “Yes”, you squeaked, your voice hardly above a whisper.

She leant in closer, her curiosity piqued and a playful, teasing glint in her eyes. “Boy oh boy, now that is a surprise”.

You sighed deeply, burying your head in your hands, too embarrassed to say anything.

She nudged your arm with her elbow playfully, her tone teasing. “I have to say, I’m a little envious. You don’t have to deal with the problems that come with men, do you?”

You exhaled, mumbling into your hands, trying to gather the slightest sense of composure. “No, but trust me, women are not without their problems.”

She giggled in amusement at that. “I suppose that is true. Women do have their own issues, that is for sure”. She tapped your arm, encouraging you to look up at her.

You reluctantly dragged your head out of your hands to meet her eyes. Her gaze was anything but judgemental - it was warm, comforting. It reassured you.

She smiled a small smirk at you, her tone curious, “You know, I do have a question for you though, that I am now dying to ask….”

You raised an eyebrow, your own curiosity now piqued, “Do tell”.

She blushed slightly, choosing her words carefully. “It’s, uh, kind of personal. Well, it’s actually a bit nosy”, she said softly, her eyes drifting to look at the floor of the tent. “So… if you don’t find men attractive, what do you find attractive? Physically, in women?”

You blinked at her for a moment, the familiar pink blush returning to your cheeks. You weren’t sure how much to reveal to her - but she was your closest friend, after all. “Well… I like… curves… of course.. And uhhhh, god, muscles, I guess?”, you stuttered through your sentence, your voice harbouring embarrassment.

She chuckled softly at your response, a playful spark now flickering in her brown eyes. “Curves and muscles, huh? That’s… more specific than I was expecting, honestly”.

A small smirk tugged at the corner of her lips before she continued, “You like a body built for battle then, I take it?”

You smiled at her words, feeling a touch more comfortable with the conversation - because you could trust her. “I suppose so. Considering how I have spent most of my life fighting, I suppose it does make sense.”

Casca’s smirk grew, amusement twinkling in her eyes, “That’s… refreshing, actually. Most people wouldn’t appreciate that kind of body. Everybody wants a slender woman, curvy in the more…. feminine ways”.

She giggled suddenly, her amusement evident. “I must say, I wouldn’t mind a body like that. Curves and muscles, that sounds pretty great.”

Her gaze drifts over to you, flickering up and down over your body curiously. “You do look like you have a muscular physique, though. Strong arms, strong thighs…. I’ve not yet seen you without your armour, but I’d wager a fair sum that you’re quite toned. Am I right?”

You blushed even further at her words, feeling both flattered and a bit self-conscious under her scrutiny. “Well, I do train hard,” you laughed sheepishly, your hand rubbing the back of your neck, “It comes with the deal, right? I am a Hawk, after all”.

She nodded in approval, that playful glint still in her eyes, “That is true. But who knows, maybe I’ll start to envy your physique soon, hm?” She teased, her lips still smirking. “I may be built like a warrior, but I think you could snap me in half at a moment’s notice”.

You wave your hand at her dismissively. “Don’t be ridiculous. With your abilities and strength, you could have me underneath you with ease.” You smirked, your words growing increasingly bold.

She laughed in surprise at that, “‘Underneath me’, you say? I don’t mind the way you put that…” she smirked, her amusement not subsiding. “Though, now that you mention it, pinning you down does sound good…. Maybe I will have to try that sometime.”

You chuckled softly, trying to mask your surprise at her words, before smiling at her. “Maybe so.”

She shook her head, as if snapping herself out of her current state. “Wow, look at me getting carried away. Sorry… I just… you’re the first woman I’ve met who I could speak to like this”.

You looked into her eyes with understanding, “Don’t apologise, Casca. We are friends”, you said warmly, bringing a hand to rest on her shoulder.

She smiled at you, returning the warmth of your gesture. “Alright, no apologies, then,” she exhaled softly, “It’s just… I like speaking with you like this. I can say what I am really feeling. Other women I speak to, they’re so traditional. So delicate. I would be embarrassed to speak with them the way I speak with you.” She puts a hand over yours as it rests on her shoulder, “I’ve had to… suppress my feelings in conversation. I can’t relate to them the way I do with you. You’re different - strong, independent… and apparently, we share certain…. tastes.”

You were slightly taken aback at her words. Was she insinuating what you thought she was? Surely not….

Her hand over yours sent a small shiver down your spine. You composed yourself, taking a deep breath before speaking, “There is no need to hide your feelings when speaking with me, Casca. I will always listen to you and accept you.”

She blushed deeply, her eyes holding a hint of desire, “You’re right. Why bother acting as if I am above these feelings with you?”, she smirked at you playfully, her thumb gently caressing the skin of your knuckles. “I get the feeling you know exactly what I am talking about, don’t you?”

Your throat suddenly went dry at her words. This cannot be happening . You swallowed in an attempt to allow your voice to be more than a croak. There was no going back now. You looked at her almost desperately before speaking. “You….want to be with a woman, don’t you?” You looked at her almost pleadingly, letting your words hand in the air for a moment.

She nodded, her eyes locking onto yours with an intense gaze. “More than anything. I….have been pretending that I haven’t.. For years. I have been too focussed on being a good warrior, and pushed all my womanly desires aside. But you…” she paused, her hand slowly drifting to rest on your armoured knee, “knowing that you’re like me… that you understand… makes me want to explore what I have wanted for so long, what I have wanted with you.”

You looked into her eyes, nervousness and desire mingling in your core as she spoke. You swallowed again, her words giving you newfound confidence.

“Casca..” you whispered, your voice laced with desire and affection. You gently pat your thigh of the leg her hand was resting on, “Come here”.

Casca’s breath hitched in her throat as the implications of your gesture hit her. She hesitated for a brief moment, her eyes fixed on your lap. Then, with a deep breath, she got up from her seat in the tent and shuffled into your lap, her body tense with desire and anticipation. You looked up at her affectionately as she sat with you, brushing a loose lock of her short brown hair out of her face.

“You’re so beautiful, Casca”, you whispered softly, your voice shaky with emotion, “You deserve so much more than what you get.”

Her tan cheeks went pink at the compliment, her heart skipping a beat at your touch. She gazed down at you, her eyes meeting yours. There was a hint of vulnerability in her expression, a raw need for acceptance.

“No one’s ever said those words to me before,” she whispered, “and nobody has ever looked at me like you do - like you see who I am, who I could be. I feel seen, in a way I never have before. “

You gave her a warm, affectionate smile, “You’re so special, Casca… you deserve to be happy, to feel good”, you said softly, your fingers toying with her hair.

She let out a shaky breath she didn’t know she was holding, a mixture of emotions swirling in her eyes. She wrapped her arms around you, holding you close and burying her head in your hair.

“Feel.. good,” she repeated, mumbling into your hair. “I don’t, I can’t remember the last time I felt good the way I do with you. I spend so much time pushing my emotions away, so I can be a good leader. I keep telling myself that warriors do not need to feel, they need to fight”, she exhales, pulling away from your hair and looking into your eyes. “But right now, with you, I don’t want to be a warrior. I want to be a woman.”

Your breath hitched at her words. Your spare hand hesitantly moved to ghost over her armoured waist. “May I touch you, Casca?”

She nodded almost urgently, her breath faltering as she spoke, “Yes. Please. I want you to touch me. I need you to.”

You did not waste a second. You rested your hand on her waist, the hand that was playing with her hair drifting to unbuckle her chestplate slowly, freeing her torso of her armour. You made light work of the rest, so that she was resting in your lap in just her pink underclothes.

She shivered as your fingers grazed her body through the fabric, the feeling of her body being exposed to you like this sending a shudder through her core. She tried to even her breathing, her heartbeat racing as your eyes scanned over her body. You slowly and tenderly ran your hands up her sides, paying careful attention to where her waist met her hips. She let out a soft gasp as you ran your hands over her curves, her body almost immediately melting into your touch. You could feel the heat of her skin through the fabric of her clothes as her body grew more responsive to your caress. Before you could continue, she grabbed your wrists, guiding your hands to her chest - to where she wanted them most.

You looked up at her, her flushed cheeks sending a thrum of need through your core. “Casca… your body..so feminine…so strong” you whispered against her skin, burying your face into her neck. “Christ, you’re so perfect”.

She whined as you slowly reach under her top and begin to caress her bare, soft skin. The muscles of her stomach rippled under her skin as you ran your palms over her body. Your touch was gentle, tender, yet determined as you slowly drifted higher until your thumbs brushed over the skin of her ribcage. Each movement of your hands left a trail of goosebumps in its wake, her skin growing increasingly hot as she leant into your touch, her body desperately craving more.

“No one has ever touched me like this before. I.. I can feel my body… I ache for you” she whined needily, her hands grabbing your shoulders for purchase.

You smiled at her knowingly, her expression was almost incriminatingly sinful. “May I undress you?”

She nodded sharply, her words barely above a gasp, “Please, I need it. I need to be exposed… to give myself to your touch, your gaze. I-I…” she stuttered, her voice harbouring a sense of urgency, “I need more ”.

You chuckle softly at her neediness, her body shivering beneath your hands, “You’re such a good girl, Casca”, you said in a low, sultry purr as you slowly take off her clothes. “Gods…. Look at you..” you whispered, your eyes raking over her exposed form as more and more of her skin was exposed to you.

She blushed deeply at your words, the intensity of your gaze making her feel both exposed and desired. “Nobody has ever spoken to me like that before”, she whispered, her eyes full of affection, “I’ve always had to be tough, strong, independent… But now, I want to be a good girl for you… It’s strange, but it feels so good”.

You hummed in amusement at her words, your hands running over her bare skin. Her hands moved from your shoulders to cup your face - she was desperate to feel your skin under her fingers. You gazed at her affectionately for a moment before pulling her into a tender, yet hungry kiss, your hands grabbing her waist to pull her body flush against yours. You felt her melt into the kiss as she gave into the most overwhelming tide of arousal and desire that flowed through the both of you - her lips yielded to yours, your tongue intertwining with hers as she arched against you, her body desperate for more contact.

She pulled away for a moment, her breath shaky and ragged as she spoke, “It’s too much.. yet not enough, I want - I need more… please”.

You nodded and buried your face against the hot skin of her neck, running your hands up her bare thighs to grab at her hips as you planted open-mouthed kisses on her neck and collarbone. She whimpered under your touch, her senses being overwhelmed by your presence as her hands needily started to remove your own armour off of you. She let out a gasp as you nibbled at her collarbone, leaving sweet little marks as you poured your affection onto her skin.

Before you knew it, you too were undressed, her hot skin stirring a burn of desire in your core. Your hands almost instinctively rose to cup her breasts, your thumbs grazing over her hardened nipples - earning a helpless whimper from her - as you continued to kiss her sensitive skin.

“Christ”, she moaned, biting her lip in an attempt to quell the sounds of her pleasure, “you know exactly how to touch me… I need this so bad”.

You chuckled softly against her skin, whispering in her ear, “You’re so responsive for me, Casca. You’re being so good for me - just let me take care of you, you deserve it”.

She blushed deeply at the praise, her body quivering with arousal and submission. She had not yet seen you like this before - so confident, so dominant. Nor had she ever felt the need or desire to be so submissive, so vulnerable with somebody. It was something she didn’t know that she had wanted so badly until now.

You pulled away from her neck slightly after leaving one final little mark on her skin. “Casca, I think a beautiful woman like you deserves to feel so, so good,” you purred, your eyes not leaving hers.

A soft moan escaped her lips at your words, she could hardly get a word out, “Please…p-please.”

You couldn’t help yourself. Her neediness - her submissiveness, it was all so very pleasing to you. You laughed breathily before speaking, “Gladly.”

You began to plant soft, gentle kisses over her chest as one of your hands moved to her inner thighs, your touch light and teasing. Her skin was so hot underneath your fingers - you didn’t bother teasing her for long, she deserved better. You slowly moved your fingers to brush over her clit. Christ, she was so ready for you. You laughed lightly against her chest in amusement as you began to rub small, gentle circles over her warm bundle of nerves.

Her head fell back as her body arched towards you, a soft pleading moan escaping her lips as her nails dug into your back as if she was holding on for dear life. You could feel each and every little squirm from her as you pleased her with your hands - you could feel her melting in your arms. One of her hands came up to grab a fist of hair at the nape of your neck as her hips bucked involuntarily against your hands.

“Gods… Casca, you’re truly something”, you purr teasingly.

She moaned unapologetically loud as she began to come undone underneath your touch, her mind melting as her senses become lost in the sensation of your touch. “P-please”, she whined, her grip on you becoming increasingly rough, “Don’t stop.. I-I’m so close”, she panted, her voice barely more than a croak.

You reached a hand behind her back to cradle her as she melts beneath your touch. “Not yet, I know you need more”.

She let out a ragged gasp, her voice a desperate whimper. “Please…. Please… let me… I can’t hold on..”

You sped up, your fingers setting an almost frantic pace as you tried to give her the release she needed so badly - that you wanted to see so badly.

“Only because you asked so nicely, pretty girl”, you laughed softly. She was so ready for you, she didn’t last very long. You didn’t mind though. This was more beautiful than you had ever dreamed of.

A low guttural moan escaped her lips as she began to writhe in your arms, her breathing nothing more than a desperate pant as she gripped your hair tightly. You could tell she was so close - her body on the precipice of ecstasy. It was pleasing that it was all your doing, that you had made her feel so good.

Every muscle in her body became taut, her body shuddering and her legs quivering uncontrollably as she tipped over the edge of release that she had been painfully teetering on.

“That’s it, let go” you hummed, your pace slowing to allow her to come down. “You’ve done so well for me, Casca”.

She collapsed in your arms, her breathing ragged as she came down from her release. You planted a tender kiss into her hair, inhaling her scent.

“Casca?” you whispered, your hands caressing the skin of her back soothingly as she gathered herself.

“Yes?” she panted, her voice muffled into your shoulder.

You took a deep, steadying breath before you spoke. “I love you”, you whispered softly, one hand moving to stroke her hair at the back of her head.

She was silent for a moment, simply holding onto you, her body pressed against yours as she savoured the feeling of being in your arms. “I love you too”, she replied, her voice laced with affection.

You were abruptly snapped out of it when Judeau’s kind voice called out from the door of the tent, “Casca? We need to mobilise for our siege this evening..”

#berserk #casca x reader #berserk smut #berserk x reader

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imsofuckingdonewiththisgoddamn · 1 year ago

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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

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pfpanimes · 2 years ago

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⌕ berserk · guts.

⌕ gif/edit by: @6ore on pinterest.

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#berserk #berserk icons #berserk layouts #berserk guts #guts #guts icons #guts berserk #guts x reader #guts x casca #guts x you #anime layouts #anime icons #manga icons #animes layouts #twitter layouts #manga layouts #anime packs #anime icon

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thequeenofuselessinformation · 1 year ago

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

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5sospenguinqueen · 1 year ago

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

(Corio raises his hand)

Highbottom: That's a very good example.

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gamblersdoll · 7 months ago

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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.”

#dvorahasks #guts x nerd! reader #guts x nerd!reader #guts x black! reader #guts x reader x casca #guts x you #guts x reader #guts berserk #berserk guts #guts #the black swordsman #casca x black!reader #casca berserk #casca #berserk smut #berserk

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bellarkeselection · 1 year ago

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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

#hunger games finnick #finnick odair #finnick odair x reader #finnick x reader #finnick odair x you #casca highbottom #hunger games ballad of songbirds and snakes #hunger games fanfiction #the hunger games #hunger games fic #hunger games

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drfleetflower · 1 month ago

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Hi! Before I request, i'm sorry if my English is bad and THANK YOU SO MUCH for serving Dean Casca × Reader 😭🙏🏻💓 I really love and enjoy your writing sooo much!

Here's the thing, I'd love to request if you can write about Dean Casca x fem or gn counselor reader when he gets drunk from his morphling whisky and mental breakdown. So, he calls his coworker (counselor reader) at night.

I'd got the inspiration from the song 'Why'd you only call me when you're high' by Arctic Monkeys, and I think it really suits well with Casca!

Thank you so much for reading my request 🙏🏻💓

I hope you like it! Thank you for supporting my work!

#fanfiction #fanfic #x you #x yn #x y/n #x reader #the hunger games #hunger games #thg #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas #dean casca highbottom #casca highbottom #casca highbottom x reader #casca highbottom x y/n #casca highbottom x yn #request #reqs open

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notme123stuff · 9 months ago

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masterlist

★BLASPHEMOUS★

headcanons: none one shots: ★goddess reader x desperate penitent one ★VAGABOND★ headcanons: none one shots: none ★BERSERK★ headcanons: ★Jealous guts/griffith x reader one shots:

★possessive griffith x reader pt 1 ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

rules for requests:

I will: ★ fluff ★ slightly suggestive ★ angst ★ platonic fics ★ Queer fics (please specify!) I will not: ★ NSFW ★ Adult x minor ★ gore

I have the right to refuse to wright your request

#blasphemy #blasphamous #vagabond #berserk #guts berserk #the penitent one #casca berserk #casca #blasphemous 2 #berserk x reader #guts x reader #griffith x reader

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devinescribe · 11 months ago

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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?

#×reader #treech tbosas #treech x reader #coriolanus snow #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #sejanus plinth #hehe they’re so cute #oh my poor darling reader what have you gotten yourself into!#casca highbottom #he loves you like the daughter he never had #Mwuah

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ghostfacd · 1 year ago

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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.”

#coriolanus x reader #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow #hunger games x reader #the hunger games #hunger games

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yzzart · 1 year ago

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"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.

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kitscutie · 1 year ago

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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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snowsinterlude · 1 year ago

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doll parts.

(coriolanus snow x bella baxter!reader)

summary: having been brought back to live recently, you seemed to have lost your memories and still had a lot to re-learn. with that being said, you were personally intrigued by whatever 'fucking' is. luckily, coriolanus knew exactly how to teach you.

based on this ask.

c.w: horror (based in frankenstein and poor things), smut, coriolanus snow, nymphomaniac behavior (on the part of reader), spitting, p in v, porn with plot, rough sex, slapping (m. recieving), overstimulation, angry sex, squirting, edging, creampie, unproctected sex, innocent reader, naïve behavior, dumbification. casca highbottom is mentioned but he's not the main focus, 'virginity' loss, there's gonna be a lot of 'of course's" here

with the shocks of the electricity running through your new brain, you had opened your eyes to the sight of casca highbottom, a scientist who wanted to prove the point that he could bring people back to life.

of course, playing god wasn't exactly allowed, but what does corruption doesn't do?

with a white curly lock in your lustrous hair being something new to your forgotten appearance, you stared at the man in front of you, whom claimed to be your father. and of course he wasn't. he wanted to prove a point; this point being that he could create the perfect woman and shape her into the submissive obedient element you were supposed to become.

you didn't like that idea, and on the first minute he looked somewhere other than you when he brought you to see the outside world, you ran away, wanting to learn whatever you had to learn without the chains that casca highbottom had you in.

it didn't took long for you to come across coriolanus snow, a renowed academy student who was always against highbottom's experiments in dead people and animals. and he was so gentle to you, probably because of your doe heterochromatic eyes (another result of highbottom's tests on your previously dead body), or probably because of your innocent smile and the way your experience with the dead of living beings was killing mosquitoes and butterflies, saying that "there is no meaning for me to let this thing live if it annoys me."

of course, he took that out of your head with the argument that "then, if i, someday end up annoying you, would you kill me?" and you seemed to thought for a long while (that was his concern and the moment he gulped down), shaking your head, but saying "if you gave me anything other than kisses and books and shelter, i would." and he laughed at the way you said that, your eyes almost jumping out of your skull, always so sickeningly wide. you were so naïve, he truly wanted to open your kull, unspool your brain and sifting through it, trying to catch and pin down whatever it was that passed through your head.

he would never do it, though. not when you looked so pretty when swallowing his spit on that same night, licking your lips after a kiss.

then, in the day before, sitting on the couch on his studies, you looked at the page of the book you were leavmfing through, you saw an image of a woman and a man's silhouette. taking advantage of the few things highbottom teached you, you read outloud:

"mis...sio...neh...ry" of course, you still had a lot of difficulty reading, but nothing that could cause harm, coriolanus still tried his best to teach you how to read. he was always so... kind. you wanted to eat him up. but pretty things sometimes are accessories that can't go into your stomach, and that's what coriolanus told you when you tried eating a ladybug, claiming she was too cute for you not to eat it. "coryo,"

"yes, doll?" he asked, reading the papers he had on his hands.

"what is missionary sex?" that caught him off guard.

so now, after explaining how it worked and why it existed, the platinum blonde man finished by saying it could bring pleasure to your body, but it was mainly used for reproduction purposes.

you didn't really care about that last part, the second you heard him talking about 'pleasure', you immediatly got up, almost abruptly walking to him, your bare feet stepping on whatever it had on the ground, the skirt of your dress, that he got used to seeing you without, the shows you were supposed to wear to an early party that you never put on, his jacket, some papers, and finally, you were in front of him.

"i wanna do it," you voiced, taking the papers out of his hand "i wanna do it with you." and "i wanna have missionary with you." you said, eyes wide open to stare at him, you almost never blinkedat all.

"it's sex, doll. missionary is just a position." he said, laughing. though the thought of you riding him made his dick throb.

"position?" you asked, cocking your head to the side. "then there's more?" he nodded to you.

"there are much more positions on the kamasutra than pages on the bible." he said, and you smiled happily, your teeth showing up as well as your voice echoed:

"show me." you said "sex me- fuck, is fucking, right? fuck me. in the positions of the kamasutra." you said.

and god, he was so happy to take you by the waist, kiss you and lead your leg to wrap around his waist.

it didn't took many minutes for you to be without your bloomers, your panties put aside for him to grind his cock on your cunt, teasing you, and you didn't knew, but you felt like you were soaked up in something sticky- your wetness. "t-that's not missionary," you moaned, bucking your hips back at his teasing moves.

"you're right," he answered, groaning as he kissed your frowning face. "that's the clasp position, doll." with his hands on your waist, and yours on his shoulders, he finally penetrated you, earning a long moan out of your mouth.

you weren't a virgin, though you didn't know that, you used to have a husband on your previous life before you died, but you were never satisfied and you have never been- not until he slowly thrusted inside your pussy, making you feel every inch of his dick inside you.

"fuck!" you cried, a cry without tears as you undid the buttons of his shirt.

"what is it?" he asked, a moan leaving his throat as you ripped the shirt and bite his neck, too impatient to unbutton all of the buttons that were prohibiting you from seeing his body.

"i wanna see you," you moaned, slowly bucking your hips back, mouth agape as you let a rude moan leave your head "i wanna see your body."

he chuckled at your words, his hands still holding your body to keep you still as he fucked you. however, it wasn't bad, but you wanted to see how it would feel if it was fast.

"f-faster, please. just wanna see- s-see how it feels." you pleaded, your eyesight blurry as you looked down, seeing how your bare pussy took him in so well, almost devouring him into you.

he promptly obeyed you, going faster and deeper, a moan leaving your throat as his skin slapped against yours. and to see you squirming under him felt like heaven- a sight that no one but him could capture.

even when your walls squeezed his cock and you came around him, your pussy gushing around him, your stamina was still higher than his, which led to you edging him, not letting him cum until you felt so tired that you'd be passed out by his side.

which didn't happen for a long time. for at least six rounds, you were still edging him, slapping him every time he was ready to cum. you didn't allow it.

and by now, you were riding him non-stop, your eyes shut closed as you yourself abused your cunt on his cock, who throbbed painfully and made him throw his head back when he finally cummed inside you, stuffing you rope after rope.

"hey!" you called out slapping his chest, as he still gripped his nails on your skin, marking small crescent moon phases on your skin. he looked at you with an angry frown. "i don't wanna stop just now! i want more!" you said, not caring about his growling state, you thought it looked cute on him.

"god, you're terrible." he grunted, changing positions. "just this one more time and it's over." you nodded, agreeing with him as he finally slapped your clit, making you mewl and squirm under him. "see? you're too sensible, if we keep going," he thrusted "you're gonna have a difficult time walking straight."

"i can always dance." you said, legs spread to let him pound into you. he chuckled, slapping your thigh.

"let's see." he kissed you with a slight open mouth, his tongue battling with yours as he thrusted into you, letting you be a pillow princess for once in the day as you scarred his back with your nails, his pace was quicker than before, probably quicker than yours, and it made you melt entirely, your breathing became heavy and rapid.

when he pinched your clit, you felt strangely dumber, moaning into the kiss that was soon broke apart.

he spit into your mouth, his eyes boring into yours. "swallow it." and you did, crying from the pleasure as he rubbed your clit. "good girl, doll." he smiled.

"d-don't stop, coryo, please. just a bit more and i'll cum- i-i promise i'll let you rest after!" you mewled, squirming as he pound into you.

"hm, i don't know, doll. when i said i wanted to cum you didn't really allowed me to. why should i allow you?" he asked, pecking your temple.

"please. please! i can't hold it in!" you said, your boobs bouncing into the corset you were still wearing. he got rid of it in the blink of an eye, and you didn't even noticed where it had gone, too focused on the pleasure in between your legs as you cried.

he smiled to the view of your body. of course there was a bunch of scars there and there that were already healed, specially the one that connected your neck, but it didn't really mattered to his dick, neither to him. he loved just how doe eyed you were, how dumbly you asked about things and how you didn't questioned him more than once about something, like now.

"i-i'm sorry, i-i just wanted more. i didn't thought about your pleasure- s-sorry, please, let me cum! pleease!!"

"hm. no" he said, grabbing your ass and kissing your temple oh so kindly as he fucked you raw. "let's see how long you will last since you were so hungry for it."

and you didn't last much, just likenhe thought. the more you concentreated on the feeling of his dick on your cunt and the way his balls slapped against your ass, the closer you were to cumming again, and you did just after he came inside you again, smiling dumbly at him as you squirt on his cock, too sensitive from your previous orgasms.

"i'm sorry, coryo" you said, still teary eyed as you hugged him, hand pawing at his chest.

"for?" he frowned, he had already pulled his trousers up, guarding his dick into the fabric.

"f...for edging you, 'm sorry." you said, sleepy and pouty. he chuckled.

"it's okay," he said, caressing your head "at least you said sorry."

and you slept the most comfortable sleep of your post-mortem life, even drooling a bit on his chest, but he loved you just too much to do something about your innocent, naïve nature other than love and cherish it.

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