#tigris snow smut

[phefics]

hunger games girls with reader who’s a soft dom please 🫶

johanna mason prefers to be dominant in bed, but she could really use the release that submission can bring. she struggles with trust, with letting go, so if she lets you dominate her, you know that she truly loves you. she would be bratty at first, but after some gentle discipline, she turns to putty in your hands.

katniss everdeen is also hard to tame, but she is more receptive to the idea of shutting her brain off and letting you dominate her. she can be occasionally bratty, but overall she finds a lot of solace in being taken care of by a gentle dom. she has been a provider, unable to truly ever relax and put herself first, and so being taken care of by you really puts her at so much ease.

lucy gray baird has a very dominant personality, but in the bedroom, she doesn’t mind being the submissive one. she loves your gentle, tender touches and sweet, teasing words. she’ll smirk and talk back, but still fall easily under your spell. she prefers gentle, loving sex, and letting you dominate her is an ultimate show of her trust in you.

tigris snow is similar to katniss, where she really just needs to let go and relax, so i think that submission in the bedroom would be very therapeutic for her. she loves being praised and carefully man-handled, and she melts under your words and touch so easily. she is the one thg girl i can see being almost entirely a sub, but she still prefers a gentle dominant.

[murdrdocs]

ur giggly sex w tigris…oh we’re rlly in it now😭😭

bumping noses bc you’re kissing too passionately and it makes you both laugh…accidentally tickly touches, stumbling over ur words bc she’s too pretty…i just. She!!!!!!!!!!

god i wasnt going to elaborate but now i will ...

you crumple the soft fabric of tigris' dress under your hands, your legs overeagerly leading her back to your bed. she's quick to let you, her own hands cupping your cheeks as she kisses you with the same zealous attitude. it's a little messy, surely from the delirium from her lack of sleep. but she promised to get some rest after this. and you're completely fine with putting her to sleep.

but you don't know if you'll ever get to that point with the way her insistent giggling delays you. you lift her dress up, ghosting your hand along her thigh and her waist, and then she's giggling against your lips.

"tigris ... tigris." you stare at her, unable to hide your own giggles as she apologizes profusely.

"i'm sorry. just...ticklish." you hum against her lips as you lean back in.

"yeah?"

she nods, agreeing once and then her lips are on yours again. her knees buckle against the bed, sending both of you back against it, and the fall is a little uncoordinated, lacking any grace.

it sends tigris giggling again, and you don't bother hiding your own. nor do you bother being discreet with the way your hand settles over the crotch of her panties, two of your fingers pressing against the fabric to feel the damp spot.

you're barely doing much, but with the work tigris has been committing herself to lately, neither of you have had much time for this, so it's quick that she's melting into the touch.

"right there. 's good. please don't stop."

you go to say something equally as charming in reply, slipping her panties to the side at the same time. instead, you end up stumbling over your words as you stare down at her cunt, pretty and pink and glistening in the low light.

tigris is quick to make fun of you, echoing your embarrassing moment, and when you stare up at her, you start again, still lacking complete words.

you can see tigris' lips parting to echo you again but you beat her to the punch, leaning up with a little too much speed to kiss her. your noses knock together as a result, and before tigris can start another delirious giggling session, you introduce your tongue into her mouth and slip a finger into her cunt.

[darby-rowe]

tigris the kind of girl to let you lay between her legs with your back to her chest as she lazily fingers you

yes….. yes yes…. perfect

18+ | nsfw | mdni

cw fem!reader

you gently laid your head back against tigris’s shoulder as you felt her two first fingers slowly circle your clit, jerking your hips forward in order to feel any sort of increased friction.

while one hand was busy pleasing your wet pussy, her other hand was gently massaging your breast as she placed soft kisses on your cheek. whispering such sweet, yet filthy things in your ear like, “your clit is so swollen just from me teasing you, yeah?”

and all you could do was just nod, because the need for her to sink her fingers deep inside you had your head swimming.

she kept dipping her fingers deep within your folds, only teasing you, just to see how you’d react. “tell me you want my fingers inside you, my dear,” she whispered, and you couldn’t help yourself but to whine out a response.

“please… want your pretty fingers in my pussy…”

tigris knew that she couldn’t deny such pretty words from such a pretty girl. and so you gasped and mewled as tigris’s slender fingers sank deep, deep inside your pussy, and soon enough you found yourself humping her fingers until you came all over her hand. 🩷

[coryosmin]

tigris snow nsfw alphabet

NSFW CONTENT MDNI

A = Aftercare

tigris is so good at aftercare!! she just wants you to feel good! she loves to praise you and cuddle you, holding you close to her. she just loves you!!

B = Body Part

her favorite body part on herself would probably be her legs. she has very long legs and she just loves to show them off. on you, she would love your lips because she would just want to kiss you constantly.

C = Cum

honestly, i think she’s a squirter. she definitely squirts when she cums and there’s no denying that pookie

D = Dirty Secret

tigris has totally fucked herself with her hairbrush before just to try it and she had instant regret.

E = Experience

it’s hinted at in the book that she’s had to do what she’s had to do in order to provide for coryo and grandma’am. so i would say she’s quite experienced.

F = Favorite Position

this woman loves scissoring. she loves the feeling of her clit rubbing against yours, spreading each other’s wetness. it just always makes her cum so quickly.

G = Goofy

i feel like she’s the type to crack a few jokes here and there simply to keep the mood light and sweet. she wants you to enjoy yourself and she will do anything to make you feel good.

H = Hair

i think tigris is bald down there. she shaves often to make sure she’s hairless. it’s not because she thinks it’s gross but it’s because for her it’s uncomfy. on you, she would not care at all!

I = Intimacy

she loves being intimate and treating you so well. she wants you to know she loves you while you guys are having sex. and by being intimate, it allows her to do just that.

J = Jack Off

i feel like tigris is 50/50. she would definitely masturbate after a long hard day. but she tries not to do it too often because she doesn’t want to risk getting caught by coryo or even worse, grandma’am

K = Kink

tigris has an innocence kink. she likes to act as though she’s all innocent but she knows she’s anything but that. and she would adore it if you acted innocent too.

L = Location

her favorite is actually on the couch in the living room. she doesn’t know why. it’s likely the risk that anyone could walk in but she just loves having sex there. she also of course loves to do it in the bedroom.

M = Motivation

you. just anything about you. if you mentioned to her that you felt like you needed to get off, she’s ready to finger you or eat you out asap.

N = No

anything with blood. she doesn’t want either of you to get hurt. i also feel like she would not be into choking. nothing that can cause you serious bodily harm.

O = Oral

she loves giving oral omg. the look on your face when you cum on her tongue. she fucking adores it. and she’s so sloppy with it too, allowing your juices to coat her face. she loves receiving as well but i think she strongly prefers giving. she’s such a giver!!

P = Pace

she can do any pace honestly. whatever you both are in the mood for. she’s very flexible in that sense. go with the flow you know? you want it slow? okay bet. she’ll make it so slow and so good. you want it hard and fast? coming right up pookie!! tigris is just perfect.

Q = Quickie

she loves quickies. especially when you’re both in the shower. she would finger you so fast because she just wants to see you cum. she fucking loves quickies. though she also loves taking her time too!

R = Risk

i feel like she’s risky but not too risky. like she’ll have sex with you when someone is in the other room but she would never do it in public.

S = Stamina

she has so much stamina. i think tigris could last many rounds because she just loves the feeling of being intimate with you.

T = Toys

loves them!! she’s perfectly okay with toys. she has a few of her own! if you want to use a vibrator, she’ll use one too. wanna use a double ended dildo? fuck she’s down. she’s so chill with toys.

U = Unfair

i feel like tigris can be such a tease when she wants to be. i highkey think she’s a soft!dom but portrays herself as this submissive person. so it surprises you the first time you guys have sex when she takes the lead.

V = Volume

i don’t think she’s too loud but that’s just due to years of having to be quiet when having sex or touching herself.

W = Wild Card

tigris loves having her hair pulled. she just loves the feeling of it being tugged while she eats you out.

X = X-Ray

giggles

Y = Yearning

she’s constantly yearning for you. she wants you literally all of the time.

Z = ZZZ

i feel like tigris doesn’t sleep afterwards until you’re sound asleep. she’s more than content just holding you and sitting soundly with you until you’re both ready to eventually fall asleep.

[evielmostdefinitely]

hiiii could you please write something about aftercare with young snow? like how in jealous girl it says he babied her afterwards, but a whole fic about it? i just wanna see how sweet a cruel man like snow can be 🤭

tip of my fingers |young!coriolanus snow x capitol!reader|

prompt: as requested above, aftercare with snow.

contains: fluff. mentions of dom/sub themes. possessive snow.

Coriolanus sat on the edge of the bed, body covered in a thin sheen of sweat, chest still rising and falling with every ragged breath from his post orgasm. He always got flushed like this after a night of particularly rough sex. 

“‘M going to the shower, my love.” Corio muttered, curls matted to his forehead, muggy and sweaty. His hand patted the top of your thigh, gentler than before, your skin still raw and sensitive. 

You didn’t move, didn’t utter a word, really didn’t make a sound besides a pathetic whine. Corio’s head snapped around, turning to you in an instant. His eyes narrowed carefully, scanning over you like he was assessing his latest plans. “Are you alright?” 

Your glazed eyes staring off, face turned, smushed into the mattress, a pool of your own drool beneath you. Normally he’d mock you, tease you for being so messy. “My messy girl, look at you.” He’d give you a grin that felt more like a sneer. 

Not this time. 

Coriolanus called your name, softly but firmly, crouching in front of you. His hand rubbed over your clammy forehead, heated cheeks still flushed from your climax. “Look at me, darling.” Corio muttered, fingers tracing over your cheek down the slope of your neck. You shuddered but didn’t turn to him, still lost in your own haze. “Can you hear me?” 

Your own mind was miles away from that very bedroom, lost under roaring waves and a hazy fog that Corio always got you in. Usually you snapped back quicker, a few loving kisses, the shock of a cold rag cleaning you up. Other times, it was more difficult. 

Coriolanus moved to the bathroom, swallowing down the venomous bark of spewing orders that threatened to fall from his lips. He didn’t like this feeling, when he was out of control, especially with you. When something was wrong and he didn’t know an immediate fix. The rational side of himself told him to stay calm, do what he knew to before spiraling into a panic. 

Corio tried to swallow down his beating heart, wringing the cold water out of the cloth, before walking back into the bedroom. The air was still thick and hot, sticky with the lingering musk of sex. He moved beside you, wordlessly, smoothing the cloth over your forehead. 

The icy feeling shocked your system, leaving your shuddering, mind lurching back, vision clearing. Corio was before you, brows pinched with a concerned frown, studying you carefully. Your eyes met his, blinking helplessly before him. He swallowed a groan at how it made his cock lurch, seeing you so weak and needy. 

“My love,” Corio’s hand slid down your cheek, thumb brushing over the apple of your cheek. “Are you alright?” 

You blinked, moving into his touch, nearly instinctively. “You’re alright?” Corio pressed, head tilting in a much softer way to look at you. “Yes?” 

You nodded, pushing off the mattress, groaning at the uncomfortable stretch of sore skin on your ass and thighs. Coriolanus had used his belt, your favorite, tonight. 

“Be careful.” Corio clicked, hands wrapping around your biceps, much softer now than before. “You’re going to be sore, darling girl. Careful.” His tone softer now, hushed mumblings as he helped you up. 

You winced when your raw skin brushed the silk of the sheets, the ghosting of a whimper on your lips. Corio shushed you gently, sitting next to you, pulling you into his lap. His hand brushing down your hair, your skin sticky on his own. 

“How are you feeling?” Coriolanus muttered, lips brushing against your scalp, breathing in the sweaty scent mixed with your perfume from before. 

“‘M alright.” You muttered, your cheek against his pec. You could hear his heart rate, how it fluttered and stilled to a steady rhythm. How it would erupt in an excited crescendo when you finally spoke, making your veins fill with ooey gooey rushes of adoration. For all of Coriolanus’ cruelties, his harshness- he did love you. It was evident in moments like these. 

“Do you need the healing ointment? I can get it from the servant’s quarters-” 

“-I’ll be alright, Corio.” You hummed, eyes pulling heavily. The exhaustion washes over you in thick waves. “I just want you to hold me, please.” Your eyes lifted, rounding sweetly. 

He’d be a fool not to, Coriolanus decided, pulling you closer into his chest. He liked you like this, pliant and at his every whim, completely reliant on him. 

Corio moved to the bath after, quieting your whines of protest with a small tut, coaxing kisses to your temples, testing the bath water with great show while you sat on the ledge. 

You stayed pressed to his chest, clinging to him like a lifeline, like you might float away or dissolve if he let go. Corio let you, ego swelling off the dependency. 

“Did I go too hard?” Corio hummed, a sudsy hand rubbing down your spine. The bath filled with the tonic fresh from District Eleven, dried orange peels, lavender, and rose. Coriolanus brought it to you, after his last visit to the district. You had swooned over it, smothering him sillily in kisses that made him blush. 

“No,” You shook your head, inhaling the scent that was entirely his. “I think it was the teasing and the spanking, at the same time. I just- I wasn’t ready for it.” You knew what he wanted to hear. Coriolanus had always been adamant after your rough play that you debrief him. It felt very professional, which is why you were reluctant, but that type of blunt, straight forward reporting is what Corio responded best to. 

Corio nodded, a low hum vibrating out of his chest, tickling your ear. “I see. I won’t do it as much next time.” He wouldn’t apologize, but you could hear it in his unspoken words. 

“Just not as much at the same time.” You whispered sheepishly, as if he didn’t know every part of you. 

Coriolanus nodded, a wet hand rubbing the base of your neck, scratching your scalp gently. He knew you loved it, knew it would have your head tipping back into his touch so he could kiss you. 

You let him wash you, dry you off- only whimpering when the towel brushes over your ignited skin. He shushed you, a silent apology, pressing a kiss to the back of your thigh. He put the ointment on anyway, muttering flippantly about how “you had obligations tomorrow, and didn’t need to be squirming the whole time”. You knew it was because it made him feel better. 

Corio dressed you in your nightgown, slipping the powdery blue, soft fabric over your skin, trailing kisses from the back of your shoulder to your ear. 

Underneath the silk of the sheets, you slept in his arms, face to face, whispering in the darkness of the room. It always brought out the vulnerability of Coriolanus in these moments, holding you, feeling you, smelling you- he’d bear his soul to you. 

“I’m unsure about the games.” Corio muttered, arms tightening around you. 

“Unsure in what way, honey?” You hummed, finger raking through his curls, behind his ear- his favorite spot. 

“Unsure that they’ll be as successful as they need to be.” Corio hummed, and even through the dark you could see the concern on his features. “Unsure that people will watch.” 

You paused for a moment. You decided not to tell him how you truly felt, not then, anyways. Selfishly, you didn’t want to ruin the intimacy, the softness of the moment. “I’m sure they’ll be everything you hope for them to be.” You hummed, swallowing around the lump in your throat. “Everything always does.” 

Your words, as forced as they were, brought comfort to Coriolanus. His head falling back into your hair, pressing a kiss to your scalp. Fingertips brushing skin, hushed words, and soft kisses all exchanged under the twilight of the night. Tomorrow, you’d be prim and proper. You’d stand beside Corio respectfully, hide your grimace at the mention of the upcoming reaping, refrain from rolling your eyes at the suck ups that flocked to Coriolanus in a giddy, exaggerated manner. You two would be the picture of perfection that Panem wanted you to be. For now, you’d be content to lay in each other's arms, being yourself instead.

[casualhedonists]

so scarlet, it was maroon (18+)

pairing: coriolanus snow x reader

warnings: nsfw (18+), praise kink, oral sex, fingering (fem receiving), overstimulation, secrecy (kinda), multiple orgasms, bruising, biting, pre-tbosas, academy!coryo, he's also more dominant in this! yay dom coryo, this is a little rough but super consensually so

main masterlist // coryo masterlist

a/n: what's the point in getting laid if you can't use it as smut writing inspo? serious question

Your body gets littered with bruises every time you wake up next to Coriolanus. It doesn't matter if he means to leave them; it just sort of happens.

He fingers you open right there in his room, you grip his wrist as he smiles against your mouth like he’s not doing anything lewd, like Tigris and his Grandma’am weren’t right downstairs, cooking dinner. Your other hand twisting into his hair and pulling hard. His hands are a lot bigger than yours, they can reach places you usually can’t. You figured that out fast; almost as fast as he did.

He fucks his fingers into you like he doesn’t care if people hear. It feels dangerous, like you’re teetering on the edge of a building, brushing the sky and about to tumble down. You’re almost embarrassed by how easily he’s reading you like a fucking book, fingers pressed between the pages, carving notes into the margins. Your own hand presses against your mouth because you know his won’t, and you’re holding onto your last shred of dignity as tightly as you’re grabbing his hair. You don’t know where you wish he would look; between your spread legs or at the look on your face as you come undone. You’re glad it’s the former as your face contorts and he fucks you harder, any more and you might shatter.

You whimper, broken moans muffled into his neck. You hear the smile in his voice as he speaks.

“Oh, you’re fun.”

You melt. Try to whisper something back, some half-assed attempt at a rebuttal that you forget as soon as it leaves your lips.

You stare up the ceiling, ears ringing, a thin cast of sweat covering you over. You barely notice how he moves between your legs, shoulders shifting to push your thighs apart even more. You moan just at the sight of it, both of your hands now in his hair like they were drawn by some magnetic pull. He doesn’t waste time, doesn’t let your high die down. You guide his head where you want it but he doesn’t really need the direction, so as he speeds up you use the pull on his locks to buck up towards his mouth. He doesn’t let this last; pins you down again until you’re squirming on his tongue.

When he slides his fingers back into your cunt you forget being quiet, a cry slips out that only makes him move faster, like he’s desperate to hear more, to know exactly what he’s doing to you. He stops every so often, teeth nipping at your inner thighs, making you jerk with the pressure.

He holds you down as you cum against his tongue, lips pulling into a smirk as his thumb presses into your clit making you jolt.

You hear Tigris call up that dinner is ready, and fuck, it’s like he timed it to leave you flushed and fucked out while you tried to get through dinner with his cousin and grandmother.

The next day when you shower, you notice a bruise blooming on your arm, and much to your surprise, a second on your thigh, dark and bite-shaped. You drag him into a bathroom stall between classes and lift your skirt.

“This is your fault.” You say pointedly. His eyes darken at the sight of it, tracing it with his thumb. your breath hitches.

“Not here.” you hiss. “Fuck, I'm still sore.”

“Can you come over tomorrow night?” he asks absentmindedly. You frown.

“Is that okay?”

“Grandma’am loved you. Tigris, too, obviously. They’re glad that I found a good Capitol girl to take home.”

His breath tickles your ear.

“Of course, they don’t know just how good you were.”

“Coryo…”

“See you then, beautiful.”

He leaves you in the stall, catching your breath, and you know one thing for sure.

You’re so fucked.

a/n: i went to get the milk. i'm sorta back now? hope you lovely people are thriving, and that you enjoyed. life is still hellishly busy but i'm gonna try and be more active i MISS U ALL

tags: @xjinnix @bvngsblog @upsidedownjill

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[phfenomena]

send requests please i’m running out of ideas 😞😞

[konohokelly]

LEECH - Sejanus Plinth (1/2)

Leeches are segmented parasitic or predatory worms that comprise the subclass Hirudinea.

Summary: Hirudinea Snow is going to baby-trap Sejanus Plinth to get her hands on the Plinth fortune. Warnings: Sex, manipulation, sexual assault (baby-trapping), toxicity, gaslighting, OC is a bitch, Sejanus is too good for her, OC is a bad person through and through, OC is a Capitol supremacist, Dead Dove Do Not Eat. Minors DNI Past!Hilarius Heavensbee I’m a first time smut writer. Sorry if it’s not good :( MC is fem and named but her appearance is NEVER explicitly described.

Borders by @saradika on tumblr

Graduation was a few months away, and Hirudinea Snow saw no future ahead.

Hirudinea was a lot of things; she was mean-spirited, spiteful, judgmental and shallow. Or at least that's what she's been told.

If her outside matched her inside, she would be as hideous as could be, but they didn't match, and she thought herself to be fairly good-looking. After all, she didn't have much else going for her.

Unlike her older sister, Tigris, she wasn't talented at anything in particular, and unlike her cousin Coriolanus, she wasn't academically inclined.

This was going to be a problem. Her time at the Academy was coming to an end, and she couldn't cheat off Coriolanus to get into University like she had done to secure her place at the Academy.

She often dreamt of her childhood before the uprisings when she was content with the family fortune, but they were brought to ruin by those ungrateful districts, and the money wasn't coming back. It was blown to bits with District 13.

If Hirudinea had her way, the rest of the districts would have ended up like 13, but the Hunger Games would just have to do.

It was times like this that she ruminated on the Plinth family, who were dirt beneath her shoes, yet they lived like kings while she holed away in this rat's nest they called an apartment. And Sejanus Plinth was the worst of them.

She couldn't keep her vision from turning red whenever he spoke against the Capitol in class. He should be thankful that people like her tolerated his living amongst them.

‘I deserve everything he has. It’s not fair.’

Yet he had a legacy set out for him, and all she had was a year left at the academy. After which, her popularity with the student body would mean nothing, and all her friends would move on.

She was nothing, and she contributed nothing. Tigris took care of the family, and Corio studied hard to take them out of poverty, but how would he afford university? How would Tigris not burn out before she achieved her dream?

Hirudinea couldn't help them, all she did was take; she was just a parasit-

"Dinea," Tigris interrupted the depressing train as she entered the room.

"You should come while the food's still hot," Tigris informed her with a warm smile.

Right in the middle of the old oak dining table was a large loaf of bread flanked by a meager serving of butter and jam. Grandma'am and Corio were already seated, eating in silence.

Hirudinea didn't bother using the knife. Tearing into the bread, she moaned as the taste of freshly baked goodness filled her mouth.

"Hey!" Coriolanus exclaimed, unimpressed by her lack of table manners.

The cousins never got along; they were too alike yet too different at the same time. Both had a deep-seated cruelty but while he kept his sentiments disguised, she struggled not to let them out.

"Don't shout at little Dinea, Coriolanus. Manners!" Grandma'am warned. It was no secret that Dinea was the favorite grandchild. The girl could get away with anything in their home.

She tutted smugly at Coriolanus before turning to Tigris with her mouth still full.

"It's sooo good. How did we afford fresh bread?"

"I, um... I had some extra money from work," Tigris rushed out, quickly turning away to cut a piece for herself.

Hirudinea threw her gaze across the table, meeting Coriolanus's. They both knew what Tigris did to feed them tonight.

It was one of the many things they acknowledged but never voiced aloud.

Sensing an oncoming uncomfortable silence, Hirudinea quickly changed the topic. "You'll never guess who Lysistrata was spotted with last week."

She looked off mysteriously, hoping to drum up interest in the otherwise irrelevant drama.

Back in her room, Hirudinea resumed her wallowing as she flipped through the gossip column in yesterday's newspaper.

She thought of the bread and the things her sweet sister had to do to put food on the table. Their parents would be rolling in their graves to see their daughter reduced to such. How Tigris was worth.

Hirudinea’s eyes landed on the story of a woman who was impregnated by some society woman's husband and has allegedly been living off the child care allowance ever since.

'Isn't that funny, my life is going down the drain but some hussy gets pregnant and...'

A lightbulb went off in Hirudinea's head. She sat up on the bed, a scheme coming to life in her mind, one that would change everything.

Hirudinea would get her fortune, and she would leverage all she had to get it.

For the first time in probably forever, Hiridinea was excited to be in school.

Today was the first day of her new life.

It was easy.

All she had to do was have a baby. She decided that going off with some gross old man would leave her with too little control so the father of her child would have to be around her age.

She never cared much for children. She wanted them at some point, but it was never a priority and never for any reason more than she felt she was supposed to have them.

But now there was urgency to it. The only question was which one of her classmates would be the patsy.

She sat in the last row of the class alone today, far away from her best friends, Arachne and Livia.

As she saw their mouths move in conversation, she didn't wonder what they were talking about; she knew the topic was probably her. Hirudinea didn't mind; she did it to either of them whenever the other wasn't around too.

She scoped out the boys in class. None of them would do. In fact, most of them would outright call her a slut and turn her away if she came up to them and said

"Remember that time we had sex? Yeah, you got me pregnant"

Hilarius Heavensbee was her first choice; they had dated for a long time and had similar views of the world, but he was also deathly afraid of disappointing his mother, a battleaxe of a woman who didn't like Hirudinea much. The feeling was mutual.

The woman had finally told Hilarius to break up with Hirudinea after a particularly bad argument between his mother and girlfriend, and he did!

If she ended up pregnant for Hilarius, she would either be forced to abort or give away the baby, and then there wouldn't have been a point to any of it.

Pup was the next best choice. Although she couldn't imagine kissing him, with his food-lodged braces, she knew of his father's sense of responsibility, a military trait.

If she had Pup's baby, the boy himself might turn her away, but his father would not.

As she began to pack up her belongings to move over to Pup and begin her seduction, the doors of the classroom slammed open.

In came Sejanus Plinth. Hirudinea scoffed, he couldn't even be bothered to show up on time. But this lack of public etiquette was to be expected, after all, he wasn't like the rest of them.

"Sorry," he quietly apologized to the professor, not bothering to explain himself, as he knew a trip to the dean's office was in his future regardless.

He looked towards Coriolanus to find the seats surrounding his friend already full. He sighed and reluctantly moved towards the back of the class.

As he walked up the stairs, Hirudinea noticed his shoes; they were brand new, dark leather with silver accents. They must have cost a fortune.

The cogs in the girl's head began to turn.

He sat a few chairs down from her.

'Maybe...but no...wait, this might be something. No, this is perfect!'

She gathered her books and quietly moved down the aisle, settling down beside the curly-haired boy.

The young heir didn't notice her. He was too focused on whatever he was writing in his notes.

From what little she had gathered over the years, he was the perfect candidate: Insanely wealthy, influential, attractive and stupidly naive.

The best part was that he had an annoying sense of moral superiority and would never turn her child away. His parents were a piece of cake; Mrs. Plinth seemed nice enough, and Strabo, in desperation to be considered Capitol, wouldn't deny his grandchild, born from a member of the reputable Snow family.

Of course, there's the fact that Sejanus is District. He was below her. But it didn't matter, she reasoned; the districts owe her for the dark days, and this was just compensation. The Plinths would take on the burden of providing for her child, and she would get their money to save her family and do with as she likes.

Yes, it was perfect.

"Psst," she whispered. "Hey. Sejanus."

Sejanus finally glanced up, shocked when he realized who had called to him.

Hirudinea never made much of an effort to interact with him in recent years, only ever addressing him directly, although briefly, when she needed to speak with Corio and Sejanus was around.

He didn't really miss their childhood interactions either, which consisted of her leading the charge to push him around and call him district scum on the playground.

As they grew up, she had become cordial with him but would still snicker whenever someone made a comment about his upbringing.

He quickly returned his expression to the stoic face he wore when dealing with Capitol people like Hirudinea.

"What are you up to?" She asked with a smile, a playful lilt in her cadence.

Now that was weird to him.

"Taking notes" he replied neutrally

She nodded, looking around as she came up with something else to talk about.

She turned back to him,

“I forgot my notepad in my locker” she used her arm to cover her notepad which was on the table “Is it okay if I copy off yours after class?"

Was this some sort of trick? He thought.

She saw his hesitation and acted quickly "I'm doing really bad in this class, and I can't afford to fail the next quiz." She placed her soft hand over his. "Please."

It would be wrong of him to let her fail, wouldn't it? His soft brown eyes sparkled with compassion.

"Okay, I have a free period next. Meet me after class?"

Coriolanus seemed to be the only one to notice the strange interaction.

He had been surprised when Dinea had sat away from her irritating friends but now she was talking to Sejanus of all people.

She was definitely up to something and he would get to he bottom of it.

She met Sejanus in the library after class. There weren't many people around, and the librarian was busy somewhere far from them.

He stayed mostly silent, expanding on certain things he had written every now and then.

She needed to get the conversation started. But what could she talk about? A shared memory, maybe?

"Do you remember that field trip to the Capitol testing facility we went on when we were eleven?" she asked out of nowhere.

He was confused about the question but remembered the trip well. "The one where you dared Felix to sneak out one of the specimen; he was too scared so Clemensia went instead."

He laughed a bit, remembering how a little Clemmy was led out of a lab by her collar. She still hadn't lived it down.

"She got in so much trouble. A whole week's suspension," Hirudinea added with a giggle.

"What did you call Felix the next day again?" He asked

"I said he was so chicken, I could see the feathers growing out of his ass."

They both burst out laughing.

It was the most relaxed he had ever been around her.

It wasn't long before the librarian came over to shush them. They apologized and spoke with a quieter tone.

"You know, he made sure I wasn't invited to his birthday because of that. I hoped the party was a disaster. What did you think of it?"

"I, um, didn't get an invite either, remember?" Sejanus said with an awkward chuckle.

She did remember now. Hirudinea was the one to tell Felix not to invite the boy. In front of his face too. It didn’t do her any favors so she decided to change up the story a bit.

"Felix was such a jerk for doing that to you. I told him not to, but he never listens."

Sejanus vividly recalled her being in on it too but decided he remembered wrong. After all, she had been so nice today, why would she lie now?

The girl got somber all of a sudden, looking down shamefully.

"You know, I'm really sorry about how we all treated you in the past. You didn't deserve that." She hoped he didn't catch her false sincerity.

A small smile appeared on his face. "It's okay."

"Am I forgiven?" She playfully offered her hand to him.

"You're forgiven." He took her hand in a surprisingly firm handshake.

Hirudinea hung out with Sejanus often over the following weeks.

They established an easygoing friendship.

She made him swear to keep their friendship secret from Coriolanus, although he didn’t like it.

She didn't need her cousin sticking his nose in her business.

Sejanus came to trust the Snow girl to the point he spoke of his home in District 2 with her. She didn't say much about the topic during these conversations and he assumed it was because she wanted to listen intently. But the truth was she could hardly hold in her groan whenever he spoke of his old home.

‘Why is he reminiscing over THAT when he’s in the Capitol? How ungrateful can he be?’

She didn't abandon her objective of getting into his bed, pushing it as subtly as she could. A too-long hug here, a lingering hand on his thigh there. It always left him flustered.

He was fast developing a crush, and she knew it.

Soon enough, the moment of truth came. Sejanus had invited her to his place to hang out, and would make sure to be prepared.

It was almost time for Hirudinea to leave for Sejanus' house; she just needed to get some things in order.

Tigris was the only one at home and was holed up in her room. Hirudinea was thankful for this since her broken door lock provided no privacy for what she needed to next

She picked up a small foil packet from her lap. It was a condom. Without hesitation, she used one of Tigris smallest needles to poke holes through the protective barrier. She couldn't let Sejanus into her raw just yet; it had to look like an accident when she ended up pregnant.

When she felt like there were enough holes in the foil, she retrieved another and repeated the process.

Hirudinea sat on Sejanus bed.

He was in the kitchen getting her a glass of water, refusing to send an Avox. An act of rebellion against the status quo.

Hirudinea had to hold a fake smile through a brain-numbing conversation with Sejanus mother when she arrived. The woman was kind, but the lack of Capitol urgency made speaking with Mrs. Plinth feel like a chore. Thankfully, the woman had left to attend a party soon after, giving the two some privacy.

The girl dreaded having to hear Mrs. Plinth drone on about baby tips in the near future.

Hirudinea just wanted to get this over with and go home.

So she got up and stripped down to her lacy underwear. It had taken all her savings to afford them, but they would be worth it.

"Sej" She whispered the nickname seductively as he entered the room.

"Here you go..." He trailed off, closing the door behind him.

Sejanus paused. His face heated up as his eyes moved over her body once before snapping to her face.

"Come over here, Sej" she purred.

She brought her fingers to her mouth, twirling her tongue around them expertly. His jaw slacked.

Her fingers dropped to her panties next, slowly working the wetness into her entrance through the fabric.

His eyes were glued to the wet spot on her panties but his face was riddled with guilt.

"What about Hilarius? Aren't you together?" He asked

She freely rolled her eyes since he wasn't looking at her face. Only Sejanus would be worried about another man's relationship when a pretty girl was spread out before him.

"We broke up a while ago"

"I'm sorry"

She had no idea why he was apologizing.

"It doesn't matter. I want you"

His eyes snapped up. He was confused, but she gave him a soft smile, her eyes squinted ever so slightly, and his heart melted.

He placed the water down and moved over to Hirudinea.

Settling on the edge of the bed, He slowly brought his hand up to stroke her shin, moving up to her knee, then back down again.

"I want you too. I-I really like you, Hirudinea. I have for a while now”

'This is too easy'

All the lust gone from his eyes and replaced with something gentler. Hirudinea didn’t need that right now.

She took his hand from her cheek and slowly slid it to her waist

"It's okay, Sej, you can take what you want. I want you to"

That last statement was all he needed.

Sejanus surged forward over her and captured her lips in the most gentle kiss possible. It didn't last long, as she opened her mouth and initiated a deeper kiss. It was wet and hot. She wondered if the sloppiness of the kiss was due to a lack of experience or his need for her. She decided it was the latter when she felt his growing erection against her core.

Hirudinea lifted her hands to his curls, tugging at the strands, earning a deep groan.

He pushed his tongue into her mouth, licking at her tongue, her teeth, anything he could reach. The hairs on her arms stood up as she moaned softly at his need.

His lips moved down from her mouth to the curve of her neck, licking and sucking at her skin until he arrived at the cup of her bra.

He looked up, asking for permission to remove the article of clothing. She nodded, biting her lip.

He struggled for a second but once it was off, he sat back on his heels. Looking at the beautiful woman before him.

He was in absolute awe, and it was making her impatient.

Hirudinea raised her hands to her breasts, squeezing them harshly and moaning his name.

Almost immediately Sejanus reacted, wrapping his arms around her waist and lifting her onto his lap.

With his height and powerful build, she shouldn't have been surprised by his strength. She kind of liked the way his big arms held her so firmly...

He buried his face in her breasts, nuzzling into her and taking in her scent, before turning to take a nipple into his mouth. His tongue laved over the sensitive spot as he breathed heavily into her chest. Her other breast occupied by his hand which squeezed her gently.

"Oh, Sej" she breathed, leaning into his touch.

"Take off your clothes, baby" she said.

She didn't have to tell him twice. He laid her down, kissing her softly, before rising to pull off his clothes.

She bit her lip as each piece of clothing fell away from his body. His boxers were the last to go, and she gasped when she saw what was beneath them.

His rock hard member was long and wide as it stood at attention, curving slightly to the left. The head of his cock was an angry red and the veins around the shaft were strained with his need.

Underneath Sejanus’ shaft were his large balls, they sat heavily, ready to be emptied. His hair was trimmed neatly.

She knew he was big from the outline in his trousers when he was flaccid but she never imagined this.

She mentally prepared herself to take him, having never been with anyone so well endowed.

It didn't take Sejanus long to grasp the edges of her panties and pull them over her legs, adding them to the pile of clothes on the floor.

She wasn't expecting him to brush over her clit high his fingers. She gasped at the tingles it sent down her legs.

“I want to touch you, can I?” He asked with a politeness that didn’t belong in the bedroom.

"There's no need for that, Sej. I want you inside me" she said with a laugh.

"Please baby, let me make you feel good" he begged.

As much as she wanted to get to fucking, she supposed she could allow herself a treat.

'I might as well get off since I'm already here'

"Okay, baby. Go ahead"

Rubbing over her clit with his thumb, his middle finger teased her entrance.

"Mmm" she sighed. Pressing her head back against the bedding

After a few more swipes with his thumb, his middle finger began to work its way in. He pushed in as far as he could go, stopping when his knuckles met her mound.

Her back arched up from the bed as his finger brushed over that spot inside her.

Sejanus could help but groan at the way her walls gripped his finger. He imagined what she would feel like around his cock.

Her wetness coated his finger as he began pumping into her core and before long, he added a second finger, stretching her out. She cooed and rocked her hips against his hand.

She moved her hips in time with Sejanus’s movements. Spearing herself down on his fingers. A coil had begun to wind itself in her abdomen, begging to snap.

"Oh Sej, I need more"

He pumped harder, adding a third finger. Wet sounds filled the room.

That was it.

Hirudinea threw her head back, hands squeezing the sheets as she writhed against them, crying out her pleasure.

”Yes, Sej!”

The bliss was so intense her vision whited out temporarily.

As she came down, still letting out soft moans, she wondered why she had never come that hard when Hilarius had fingered her, or any of the other boys.

But she didn't have time to think about that, not when she needed Sejanus’s cum inside her.

"I need you in me, baby," she pleaded.

He didn’t need much convincing. He was aching and ready to burst.

Reaching under the pillow, she revealed one of the tampered-with condoms she hid there and with a naughty expression tore the foil open and slid it onto him.

He climbed over her as she spread her legs wider.

Holding himself up by his forearms and knees, he lined up his cock with her entrance.

“Are you sure” he asked, needing her explicit consent.

“Fuck me, Sejanus” was all she said.

He pressed against her entrance and took his time pushing in. He couldn’t get enough of the way her gummy walls bared down on his cock but didn’t want to hurt her.

The stretch was uncomfortable but she would have to manage. She she brought her legs up and used them to put slight pressure on his hips which spurred him to relent and slide home.

His cock was stuffed into her as far as it could go, making him groan uncontrollably. The feeling of her around him was better than anything he'd imagined.

"You feel amazing," he grunted out.

He didn't move for a second, enjoying the fit. But soon enough, he was gently thrusting.

Hirudinea wasn't satisfied his pace, "Harder, baby" she demanded.

He obeyed and began thrusting hard and fast. He tried to control himself, letting out grunts of passion, but they quickly turned into "oh"s and "ugh"s.

"Does my pussy feel good, Sej. Do you like the way I squeeze your huge cock" she asked with a sexy voice.

"Feels so good, baby. Ughhh"

His upper body fell a bit, letting half of his weight pin her to the bed as he shoved his cock deeper into her pussy, hitting her cervix. His forehead resting against his lovers.

Wet squelching sounds filled the room as his cock went in and out and in and out. Her hands ran over his bare back, pulling him into a passionate kiss.

Although she felt some discomfort with the way he was pressing against her cervix, she let out moans at the stimulation to that sensitive spot inside her. No inch of her pussy was left untouched by his thick cock.

Her sweet sounds fueled his relentless thrusts, and she didn't mind. It was actually really hot.

His hands found her knees, pushing them against the bed to spread her wide open for him. This was hot. She could feel another orgasm building within her.

If only her grandma'am could see her now, legs wide open and spilling soft noises as a district boy ruts against her. The old woman would certainly have a heart attack.

Sejanus pulled away from her lips to look deep into her eyes. It felt as if he were staring at her soul.

"Your eyes are so pretty," he whispered. The softness of his voice didn't match his thrusts.

She was dumb-struck. This hadn't happened to her during sex before; it usually came before sex to lull her into a false sense of security. She needed whatever he was doing to stop.

Splaying her hands out on the back of his head, she guided him to look down at where they were joined.

'This will distract him'

It worked. Sejanus groaned loudly as he watched his cock push and pull from her core covered in her slick. He stayed like that for a minute or two, allowing her to enjoy the feeling of his cock scraping against her g-spot, but then the spell wore off of him, and he was looking into her eyes again.

"So beautiful"

He had caught her out of left field. She didn't know what to do, so she pulled him close and buried her face in his neck, breathing in the citrus-y scent of his shampoo.

He was getting there; she could tell by the way his body was stiffening and the way his movements were getting jerkier. She was close too, moans falling from her lips like a waterfall.

"I'm so close. Are you gonna cum, Sej?"

"I'm going to come so hard, baby," he groaned, body continuing to tighten.

"Then fucking cum," She said through gritted teeth as her second orgasm hit her. She cursed out loud, feeling the waves of ecstasy wash over her.

He moaned her name as his end hit him hard, spurred on by the tightening of her cunt. "Fuck, I'm cummin'," he paused, pushing flush against her before beginning to thrust faster and shallower, his rhythm completely lost.

His eyes nearly crossed at the pleasure. Rope after role of cum filled the condom, and Hirudinea smiled to herself, knowing it was leaking into her womb. He moaned loudly.

“OHHHhhhh…”

His arms gave out, and he fell fully on top of her, but she wasn't bothered by his weight. He once again nuzzled into her breasts as his breathing evened out.

"Mmm, You smell good," he murmured.

She gave him a few moments before gently pushing him off and rolling on top of him. Removing herself from his cock, she carefully took the condom off under the guise of helping through the post-coital haze, pecking the tip of his nose before standing up. She disposed of the rubber before beginning to dress.

"You don't have to leave yet; my Ma won't be back for a while,"

Hirudinea cringed at his use of District 2 vernacular.

She hoped their child would never address her in such a manner. She preferred a distinguished 'mother' or 'ma'am'

"I should get home. I don't want to worry anyone"

She was a little peeved when Sejanus insisted on walking her to the Corso.

He had escorted her home before, but tonight, his incessant need to smile like an idiot the entire time was pissing her off.

Walking side by side, the backs of their hands brushed occasionally, sending sparks up his arm. Eventually, Sejanus takes the initiative to grasp her hand in his own, entwining their fingers.

"Will I see you tomorrow?" He asked hopefully

"I would like that." She feigned bashfulness.

When they arrived the door of the Corso, she refused to let him take her any further, saying, "My grandma'am won't like to see me with a boy this late."

It convinced him to let Hirudinea off here, not wanting to get her in trouble. He did ask for one more kiss though, which she allowed. It was sweet and light.

"Goodnight, Dinea" he said as the door closed behind her.

The journey upstairs gave her time to think about what had just happened.

Her periods were infrequent, only coming every three months or so. So she would have to get pregnancy tested at the hospital. But how would she afford it?

It was only when she reached the penthouse that she realized he had called her by her nickname.

'What gives him the righ-'

The door burst open to reveal an upset Corio.

"Where were you!?" He yelled.

Hirudinea rolled her eyes and pushed past him.

She went straight to her room and laid back on the mattress, picking up a magazine to flip through.

Corio had decided not to let it go and ended up standing over her with his arms folded.

"If you must know, I was with someone" she finally said after a minute of him just staring.

"With who?"

"That little friend of yours, the one from District 2," she waved her hand as if trying to recall his name. As if she hadn’t been screaming it out an hour ago.

"Sejanus?"

"Sejanus! That's the one. We were studying at his house"

"He's not my friend, Dinea. I tolerate him, but you don't, and the last time I saw you study, we were still using crayons. So you should understand why I don’t believe that’s what were you really doing there?"

Dinea stood up at full height and jabbed her finger into his chest. "I don't need to explain myself to you, Corio. You're not my dad"

"I might as well be, since Tigris and I have been carrying your weight ever since we were kids, just because you're grandma'am's golden child. You've never achieved anything by yourself!” His frustration was evident in his voice.

"Is that what this is about? You're looking for a reason to get me in trouble with grandma'am. You're pitiful, Corio," she laughed and walked into the living room. "It's no wonder your mother died trying to replace you; you know, old Crassus Snow probably killed himself in 12 to get away from you too"

Coriolanus' face hardened as he began marching over to her.

She always dealt out the low-blow in an argument.

Tigris came out of her room at just the right moment, "What's going on, you two?"

"Go on, Corio. Tell her the great sin I committed," Hirudinea pressed. She knew Corio would look like he was overreacting if Tigris knew the fight was over Dinea hanging out with Sejanus, whom Corio himself hangs out with.

"Nothing," the young man huffed.

As the family dispersed, Hirudinea called out to the blonde boy,

"Don't worry about what I'm doing. Remember, snow lands on top" she assured.

Part two

How do you feel about Hirudinea and Sejanus? I'm really interested in your thoughts on Dinea and the things she’s doing!

Please like and reblog, if you feel like. Your feedback and interactions keeps me motivated XO

[wifeofsnowbaird]

So long I've been out in the rain and Snow.

but winter's come and gone, and a little bird told me so...

Part 1/Part 2/ future parts coming soon

taglist: @opheliaofficial07,

(Tom Blyth x actress!reader)

Summary: The first scene that you shoot for your movie, Sweet Truth, is one of the easiest shots, really just a kiss scene, but you freeze up.

[A/N: didnt mean to make it so short...oops lol]

“I’m sorry, Tom. I can try again, I guess I just got nervous.”

you scratched the back of your head, silently hitting yourself.

He smiled, Tom was scared that she thought he was ugly-hypocritical, he knew, but he couldn’t help it.

“I’m glad you don’t think I’m hideous!” He tried to make it a joke, but the embarrassment was seeping through his words and even Seth, the guy playing [Name’s] ex, sucked in a deep breath.

“I don’t, you’re the hottest actor I’ve met!”

You grinned up at him, at this point, calling him hot was a daily ritual.

He averted his eyes, still not used to your confidence. After the first meet-up, the two of you got comfortable.

Comfortable enough to have sexual tension that even your little brother picked up on.

But when the second take rolled, the kiss he gave you was like a cliffhanger at the end of your favorite book.

He didn't even mention it, but you saw nothing but stars.

[callieyanderechan]

THINGS FROM THE TBOSAS BOOK I WISH WAS IN THE MOVIE

PLURIBUS, THE WAY HE HELPED THE SNOW FAMILY AND LUCY GRAY.

REAPER CRAWLING TO BE IN HIS MORGUE BEFORE DYING.

MAUDE IVORY'S CLEMENTINE SONG, HER ASKING FOR THE SHOES FROM THE SONG.

HOW YOUNG MAUDE IVORY ACTUALLY WAS, SHE WAS SO SMALL SHE HAD TO STAND ON BOXES TO REACH THE MICS AND WAS CARRIED ON PEOPLES BACK TO GET TO THE LAKE.

LYSISTRATA AND JESSUP. HIM BLOCKING HER FROM THE BOMBS WITH HIS BODY, HER TALKING ABOUT HOW GOOD HE WAS AND NOT HIS RABIES AFTER HE DIED.

CLEMENSIA IN THE HOSPITAL AND AS A MENTOR, HER SCALES AND EYES, HER ANGER AT CORYO FOR NOT VISITING HER WHEN HE KNEW WHAT REALLY HAPPENED TO HER.

ARACHNE CRANE'S FUNERAL. BRANDY HANGING AND THE TRIBUTES BEING DRAGGED ACROSS THE STREET, CORYO SINGING THE NATIONAL ANTHEM.

MA PLINTH, HER FEEDING CORYO, SENDING HIM HOME IN HER CAR WITH HER CHAUFFEUR, SENDING HIM AND SEJANUS BOXES OF TREATS WHEN THEY WHERE PEACEKEEPERS.

LUCY GRAY AND THE COVEYS HOUSE IN THE SEAM, THEIR GOAT AND MAKING BUTTER TO CHEER UP MAUDE IVORY.

TAM AMBER, HOW HE IS A FORGOTTEN CHILD, FOUND BY THE COVEY WHILE TRAVELING, TAKEN IN INSTEAD OF BEING LEFT TO DIE.

BARB AZURE AND HER GIRL DOWN THE ROAD.

THE COVEY SINGING AT COMMANDER HOFFS BIRTHDAY PARTY.

TESLEE AND CIRC, THEM TAKING THE DRONES AND HACKING THEM, TESLEE USING ONE TO KILL MIZZEN.

BILLY TAUPE AND CC, HOW MUCH CC REALLY MISSED BILLY TAUPE BUT COULDN'T FORGIVE HIM.

HOW THE COVEY ARE RELATED, CC AND BILLY TAUPE ARE BROTHERS AND THE REST EXCEPT TAM AMBER BEING BAIRD COUSINS.

REAPER GIVING LAMINA A PIECE OF FLAG BECAUSE SHE WAS SUN BURNT IN EXCHANGE FOR FOOD.

DR KAY, HOW SHE KNEW SNOW BEFORE HE WAS A PEACEKEEPER BECAUSE SHE WORKED WITH DR GAUL BUT DIDN'T MENTION IT.

THE SNAKES NOT KILLING ALL THE TRIBUTES, THEY REALLY ONLY KILLED CORAL AND CIRC IF I REMEMBER CORRECTLY.

HOW INSANE CORYO ACTUALLY WAS THE ENTIRE TIME, I KNOW THAT WOULD BE HARD SINCE MOST OF IT WAS INNER MONOLOGUE BUT STILL MAN WAS LITERALLY INSANE THE WHOLE TIME.

HOW CORYO TOOK SEJANUS' PLACE AFTER HIS DEATH, HE CALLED MRS PLINTH MA AND MR PLINTH SIR, THE PLINTHS BOUGHT THE SNOW PENTHOUSE AND PAID THE RENT AND TAXES ON IT SO THEY DIDN'T HAVE TO MOVE OUT AND THEY BOUGHT THE APARTMENT DIRECTLY UNDER THE SNOWS AND TALKED ABOUT CONNECTING THE TWO.

THE TRIBUTES NOT BEING SEEN TO BY A DOCTOR BUT BY A VET.

THE TRIBUTES ALL PERFORMING AT THE ZOO TO TRY AND MAKE AN IMPRESSION.

DR GAUNT NOT ACTUALLY BEING ANGRY ABOUT THE CHEATING, SHE JUST SENT CORYO TO BE A PEACEKEEPER TO PROVE HER POINT ABOUT PEOPLE BEING ANIMALS.

THE PEACEKEEPERS NOT HELPING CORYO AND SEJANUS WHEN THEY WHERE IN GHE ARENA.

CORYO'S UTTER HATRED OF MOCKINGJAYS, THE MAN DESPISED THEM EVEN BEFORE KATNISS.

SEJANUS AND HIS FATHER PAYING SO CORYO COULD GET HIS ACADEMY DEGREE.

MRS PLINTHS TRIBUTE TO DISTRICT 2, HOW ALL HER FAMILY EXCEPT HER SISTER CUT HER OFF.

BEANPOLE AND SMILEY AND COOKIE.

CORYO BEING CALLED GENT.

SEJANUS BEING CALLED BULLSEYE.

SEJANUS AND BILLY TAUPE AT THE COVEYS HOUSE IN THE SEAM.

SEJNAUS HAVING TO MILK THE COVEYS GOAT WITH MAUDE IVORY CAUSE HE LEFT HER TO TALK TO BILLY TAUPE.

REAPER GETTING RABIES FROM JESSUP, HOW IT AFFECTED HIS MIND, HIM MAKING A CAPE OUT OF THE FLAG AND TWIRLING AROUND LIKE A PRINCESS, REFUSING ANY FOOD OR WATER CLEMENSIA SENT HIM.

LUCY GRAY KILLING REAPER FROM EXHAUSTION, FORCING HIM TO RUN AFTER HER BY RIPPING PIECES OFF THE FLAG HE PUT OVER THE DEAD TRIBUTES.

SEJANUS AND CORYO TRYING TO TAKE MARCUS'S BODY OUT FROM THE ARENA.

LUCY GRAY KILLING TREECH WITH ONE OF THE RAINBOW SNAKES.

MAUDE IVORYS EXPLANATION OF THE COVEYS NAMES. HOW THEIR NAMES AFTER A BALLAD AND A COLOR.

THE EXPLANATION OF HOW BILLY TAUPE AND MAYFAIR GOT TOGETHER. IN THE MOVIE ALL WE KNOW IS THAT BILLY TAUPE CHEATED ON LUCY GRAY WITH MAYFAIR BUT IN THE BOOK LUCY GRAY EXPLAINS THAT IT STARTED WHEN BILLY TAUPE WAS GIVING MAYFAIR MUSIC LESSONS FOR EXTRA MONEY.

[lizzysbrain]

I need to know what happened to my poor baby Tigris how did she become what she is? I NEED ANSWERS

[risingoftime]

THE HEART OF CARNAGE | SNOWBAIRD

Coriolanus Snow regretted the day he had entered that cage. Snow must now balance his loyalty to the Capitol with his complicated affection for the tribute from District 12, Lucy Gray Baird. The Capitol would see it as the moment his humanity began and ended. Snow is thrown into the Hunger Games by the Head Gamemaker, Dr. Volumnia Gaul, and forced to survive in the competition that he once aided in creating. Accompanied by Lucy Gray Baird and Sejanus Plinth, they commence a transformative expedition that would profoundly impact Panem's core and kindle flames of optimism and rebellion within those oppressed. Snow's decision to enter the cage at the zoo became his remorse and the catalyst for thawing his once ice-cold exterior, revealing a bleeding red soul—one that craved revenge and justice for all.

And so, with Lucy Gray by his side, Coriolanus embarks a journey that would change the course of Panem evermore.

chapter one | posting soon

[darby-rowe]

OMG YOURE WRITING FOR TIGRIS MY DREAM

i imagine her being really secretly kinky. she gets you alone for the first time and he overstimulates you beyond belief

WHAT CAN I SAY IM A GIRL LOVER

18+ | nsfw | mdni

cw fem!reader, toy usage (vibrator), overstimulation, light bondage, mentions of coryo

technically, you and tigris were alone, at least in her bedroom. the threat of waking up the grandma’am or her crabby cousin still loomed above your heads.

which is why tigris took so much joy in circling your swollen clit with her vibrator, the soft humming reverberating all around your body. you had your hands tied behind your back with a spare strip of cloth leftover from a project she had been working on. and each time you accidentally let out a noise too loud for her liking, tigris was quick to cover your mouth and remind you, “we don’t wanna wake coryo. that boy has been especially grumpy lately,”

and you two giggled silently at the thought of accidentally waking up the uptight blonde boy, but your laughter would soon get cut off by the mind-numbing feeling of your sixth orgasm of the night creeping up on you.

it took every fiber of your being to not whimper or cry out as your pussy continued to withstand the overstimulation tigris was submitting you to.

“c’mon, baby,” she whispered. “let me see that pussy cum for me again. you can do it. just a couple more for me, please…”

and as you bit down hard on your bottom lip, you let your body jerk and twitch as your release came washing over your spent self. miraculously, you stayed quiet, which earned you a sweet kiss on the lips and a quiet, “good girl,” from the woman above you.

[coryosmin]

thg characters getting jealous cause someone is flirting with you, like what would their reaction be? ik you did the reader getting jealous already, but i was wondering what it would be like vice versa

-🪷

slight nsfw | mdni

coriolanus - coryo has two reactions okay. he’s either so secure in your devotion to him that he doesn’t care. or he’s so angry that he’s taking you home and showing you just how much you belong to him and him only by fucking you hard and deep.

tigris - tigris would be the type to walk up to you, kiss your cheek and take you away from the person ever so subtly showing that you belong to her. she would do it with a smile on her face.

sejanus - sejanus would furrow his eyebrows and be internally insecure. what if you found that person to be more attractive than him? i don’t think he would react in the moment but when you got home, the two of you would have a conversation and you would have to reassure him that you love him.

finnick - okay so truthfully, i don’t see finnick as the jealous type. i think he would see someone talking to you and he would be amused. and when you guys had alone time, he would ask you about it in a teasing way until he’s like “well, i think i should show you that you’re mine, huh?” with a charming smile on his face. to which leads to him worshipping your body.

johanna - she’s full on jealous and isn’t ashamed. she’ll walk up to you and look at the person and go “they’re mine. go away.” before softly kissing your lips.

peeta - peeta wouldn’t get jealous either. i think he’s a very go with the flow person but also lowkey oblivious. so i don’t think he would notice that someone’s flirting with you. he would just think they’re being friendly.

katniss - katniss would watch the whole thing and then pretend as though it doesn’t bother her. but when she gives you the cold shoulder afterwards, you have to pry it out of her. and then you guys have a conversation about it.

[evielmostdefinitely]

a hazy shade of winter |young!coriolanus snow x capitol!reader|

prompt: wedding nuptials and coriolanus' upcoming inauguration, leads to press.

my first work lol <3 reader's surname is "duke" for the series. i picture the duke family being a rothschild similar type if that makes sense???

contains: possessive snow, nothing too graphic, he's manipulative and a little dark. established relationship. mentions of corio's mom. alludes to smut but none.

Coriolanus stared back at his own reflection, fastening the buttons to his shirt. A nicer fabric, Tigris still selected it but did not have to mend it together like before. No, now the Snow’s were back in power, still climbing that ladder of socialites and success- thanks to you. 

A small rapping on the door pulled his attention. “Just a moment.” Corio huffed, looking at the clock. Flickerman’s producer said nine sharp, he still had twenty minutes. 

The rapping didn’t stop, following again, heavier this time. Corio’s spine straightened, icy with fear. His mind raced with possibilities- a rebel outside the door, here to kill him; or perhaps it was the guards, they’d found the guns he threw in the river years ago and we're here for him too. 

Corio reached for his own weapon, slinking to the door, peeking under the crack. Two white heels. 

“Corio,” Your voice whispered, a hint of a giggle. “Let me in, Corio.” 

Coriolanus relaxed, setting the weapon down, tucked under his jacket. The door opened, you in your pristine white outfit, the sapphire fixture on your ring finger. “What are you doing?” Corio scanned the hall. “You’re supposed to be in your dressing room.” 

“Tigris finished with me.” You waved him off, slipping under his arm into his own dressing room. “She went to join my parents in the audience, and I wanted to see you.” You hum, eyes rolling down his frame. 

Corio scoffed lightly, shutting the door. “This is improper.” 

“I think they’ll forgive us, Corio.” You giggle. “We are married.” Your hand laid gently against his chest, smoothing out a crease on his collar, engagement ring sparkling even in the low light of the room. 

Corio’s hand found yours, admiring the ring himself. His mother’s ring turned yours, one of the few items he had left of hers- that they hadn’t lost or sold to stay afloat. He added the halo of diamonds. After all, he was marrying into the Duke family, he needed it to be flashy- to be worthy. 

“We’re not married yet, my love.” Corio muttered, thumb swiping over the ring. “Still two more sleeps.” 

“And a press conference,” You sighed, leaning into his soft touch. “And a press tour.” 

It had been your father’s idea. Coriolanus was to be President come the new term, and since marrying into Panem’s wealthiest, the press tour to each District seemed fitting. The communication was less and less now, Corio wanted to keep it that way, but have them still feel involved. Your father loved the idea. 

“Mmm, but a solo press tour.” Corio hummed, nose brushing against yours gently. “Just us for weeks, days on the train. By ourselves.” His voice rapeseed, tone dropping to that dark octave that left you squirming, tummy flipping with excitement. 

“We won’t really be alone.” You pouted, lip jutting in a petulant sort of sulk. It made Corio’s lip twitch. “There will be the peacekeepers and guards and Tigris and-” 

“-But we’ll have a whole carriage to ourselves. A private one. I’ve made sure of it.” Coriolanus nodded, the pad of his thumb brushing over your lip. “Just for us. A honeymoon before we come back.” 

You smiled softly, hands raking up the soft fabric of his shirt, careful not to bunch or wrinkle the fabric- you knew how much he hated that. Corio’s hands found your waist, pulling you into him, lips slotting over yours. He always took the lead, and you’d let him, his domineering personality never settling even in moments of intimacy. 

Two sharp knocks pulled the two of you away, Coriolanus pausing rigidly. “Come in,” You called, your hand moving respectfully to his arm, smoothing out your skirt. 

“Ah, the love birds.” Lucky Flickerman grinned. “See, Juno, I told you they’d be together, and it looks like they’re decent.” 

Corio’s face swelled with heat, mouth settling in a fine, thin line. Once he was sworn into oath, he’d have his tongue cut out for that vulgar comment. Your hand squeezed his bicep lightly, soothingly. 

“So, I wanted to give you the run down before we are live on the air to all of Panem.” Lucky grinned, you knew he was smug at his rising fame. “President Snow and the First Lady… Do you want me to address you as Snow or Duke?” 

“Snow.” Corio hissed before you could respond. His hand was firm on your waist, pulling you possessively into him. “She is a Snow, now.” 

Lucky blinked, awkwardly cutting his eyes to you. “Right. So President and First Lady Snow, we’ll talk about the wedding- the dress, the ring, the proposal, the details, the guest list. Really lean into that, ok? Get the viewers excited for the district press tour after.” 

You nodded, Lucky’s droning instructions a blur to you. Your eyes caught sight of your and Coriolanus in the mirror. How tall he stood next to you, proud and boasted- powerful. He always had his chin held high, looking down his nose at others. You were just glad he had lessened the way he’d glare down at you, traded it in for a softer side you weren’t sure you’d ever see. 

His hand stayed on the small of your back, respectfully, but holding that same ownership, leading you through the small studio. “You look beautiful.” Corio whispered, pushing a loose strand of hair back into place, tucking it behind your ear. 

You blushed under his praise, looking down at your white kitten heels. “Don’t do that.” Corio frowned, hand pressing into the middle of your spine. “Stand up, darling. Don’t hide from them. Let them know.” 

You followed him out, hand in hand, waving to the studio audience under blinding lights. Since the success of the Hunger Games, the donors- your family included- had poured in money to have the studio revamped. Something nice, more enticing. Your father and mother sat next to Tigris. Your fathers eyes were narrowed, watchful in nearly a predatory sense, a warning to the both of you. 

“Mr. and Mr. Snow,” Lucky grinned, a toothy smile that dazzled under the lights. “Or so it will be soon, yes? The wedding is…” 

“In two days.” Coriolanus nodded, shoulders squared, eyes sparkling, his hand rested on your knee. 

“Marvelous, just marvelous. And what a beautiful couple they are, aren’t they?” Lucky turned to the audience, nodding at their applause. 

You felt hot, skin boiling under the harsh lights, under your father and Corio’s even harsher stares. The pressure to not falter, not even for a moment, was making you dizzy. Do not stutter, sit up straight, smile. 

“And don’t forget, President Snow and his First Lady will be making their way to each of the Districts out there before the Inauguration and of course, before the fifteenth Hunger Games.” Lucky called exaggeratedly, clapping with his cards with the audience. “Don’t forget to join us for the reapings, it’s only a month away, folks. And as always, Panem today, Panem tomorrow, and Panem forever.” 

A pause and it was done. The lights went up, producers nodding, pulling out screens and wires. You looked to Coriolanus, but his attention was elsewhere. 

“That was amazing.” Tigris greeted you with a warm smile. “You did not have to mention me as your designer. I told you to say the company-” 

“-The company didn’t design my dress, you did.” You nodded, squeezing her arm affectionately. “And I’m not letting that bitter, miserable woman get the credit that you deserved, Tigris.” 

Tigris beamed, hugging you briefly, before your father made his slow approach, your mother on his arm. He took slow, calculated steps, looking nearly bored, unimpressed. It made Corio’s heart race- he wanted to mimic it, perfect it to have the same reaction. 

“My girl,” Your father gave a half smile, lips curling in nearly a snarl. “You did wonderful.” 

“Thank you,” You nodded politely. “I was afraid I spoke too much.” 

“Nonsense,” Your mother waved you off lightly, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “You did marvelous.” Her eyes cut over to Coriolanus. “You as well, dear.” 

“Thank you, Mrs. Duke.” Corio nodded, hands clasped behind his back respectfully. 

“Are you happy, boy?” Your father looked at Corio, eyes beady and sharpened. “Excited for the wedding? The inauguration?” It was no secret your father and his pull were behind the election, Corio knew that. 

“Of course,” Corio nodded, his hand finding yours gently, squeezing it. “I’m overjoyed, Mr. Duke. Moreso for the wedding, of course, but the inauguration as well. It will be hard to replace President Ravinstill but-” 

Your father lifted his hand. “Save it, boy. This isn’t a political rally, you’ve already won.” He scoffed, shaking his head. You didn’t miss the way Coriolauns stiffened, his grip tightening on your hand. “As long as you keep my daughter happy, then you have my support.”

“Thank you, sir.” Corio forced out a smile through clenched teeth. 

“The rehearsal dinner is tomorrow. At the Trinket Estate Gardens, dear.” Your mother nodded at you, like you’d forget. 

“I’ll see you then.” You hugged her briefly. “Thank you for coming.” 

“Of course, darling girl.” Your father hugged you, pressing a chaste kiss to the top of your head. “I wouldn’t miss it.” 

He shook Corio’s hand firmly, a shake and a head nod before they were both whisked off, chatting to his other friends who showed. Corio wished he would have introduced him to a few, helped him build a rapport that way. There would be time, he reminded himself. 

“Tigris,” You held Corio’s arm, craning around him towards his cousin on his other arm. “The white rose was a lovely touch.” You smiled, looking down at your corsage. 

“Oh, that was Coriolanus’ idea.” Tigris hummed, looking at the blonde next to her. “He wanted you to have that.” 

You beamed, looking up at your fiance. “You wanted me to have it?” 

“I thought it was a nice touch.” Corio hummed, glancing down at you. “Thought you would enjoy it.” 

“I do,” You mutter, lifting his hand to yours, lips brushing across his knuckles. Normally, he’d scold you for doing it in public. He was against any signs of PDA, a sign of weakness, he said. But he allowed it, even blushing from underneath his stiff collar. 

“Save the I do’s for tomorrow.” Tigris grinned playfully at you. “What are you doing on your last night as a Duke? Going to District Two?” 

Coriolanus glared at her, jaw set firmly. You shook your head lightly. “Packing.” You sighed. “We leave from the reception straight to the train.” 

“Oh, I can help you-” 

“-That’s alright.” You shake your head politely. “It’s just a few things. Sleepwear, toiletries- minimal things. But thank you.” 

Tigris nodded back, pulling from Coriolanus gently. “I’ll wait for you in the car?” 

“Go ahead without us.” Corio nodded. “We have to speak to a few sponsors after.” 

Tigris nodded, waving goodbye to the both of you politely. You stepped into Corio’s dressing room, smoothing out your skirt. “We have to speak to sponsors?” You hummed, reaching for your zipper. “I thought you already did that?” 

“I did.” Corio’s tone was chilling, clicking the lock to the door behind you. You stilled, eyes catching his gaze through the mirror. 

Coriolanus stepped towards you, slow, calculated, with heavy footsteps. He grinned, satisfied, at how you shivered. His hands moved yours, unzipping your dress slowly. You stayed still, watching him for any sign of what was to come. You knew he’d never hurt you, purposefully, never risk what would happen if he laid a hand on you. Still, Corio was unpredictable- you hated the way it excited you. 

“I just wanted a moment alone with my wife.” Corio’s breath was hot on the shell of your ear, shuddering under his touch when he pushed the fabric off your shoulders, exposing you. Bruising love bites on your chest from the night before. You wondered if his back still bore your long scratches from where you’d clawed and raked at his skin. 

“‘M not your wife yet, Corio.” You met his gaze, rounded eyes that had his cock twitching. “Still another two sleeps.” You repeated his words from earlier, the tiniest grin on your lips. 

“How do you want to spend your last night as a Duke, my love?” Corio’s lips ghosted over the skin of your cheek, hands gripping your waist. 

“With you.” You whispered, leaning back against him. “I want to spend it with you, Coriolanus.” 

Corio grinned, salacious and satisfied, fingers splaying over your jaw, holding you while he kissed you, slowly, passionately. Your pristine dress was on the floor, his hands in your hair, legs tangled around his waist while he melted you with every hot kiss.

[innerstrawberrypolice]

Okay, so, straight up I haven't written anything new because I spent the last few hours re-reading and editing, which I'm having a hard time with. That brings me to the topic of this post, which is 🥁:

I'm looking for someone who's willing to work with me and edit this fic for me (mostly just for my spelling mistakes and me missing words when I think I wrote them down, but I didn't). Here are some things to know if you're interested,

1. There's a lot of smut involved in this fanfiction, so you would have to 18+ and not be uncomfortable reviewing/editing the sexually explicit writing.

2. It's a Coriolanus Snow x reader fic, so you would have to have watched tbosas 💕🕊.

3. This thing is gonna be really long. So far, I have nearly 8,000 words, and I'm planning on writing 3 more sections and an epilogue.

3. I try to write every day, but I'm on kinda weird hours, so sometimes I write a lot in a day, or sometimes I'll only jot down a few 100 words of ideas.

Anyway I think that's it, My messages are open, please let me know and you're interested and we can discuss the details. In return for editing, I will, first of all, credit you for your hard work (editors are God's strongest soldiers), second I'll give you my eternal gratitude and get down on my knees and sing the praises of my kindhearted, talented, amazing, super speacial new editor! And third of all, maybe, possibly you'll like my writing/plot? Who knows? Wouldn't you like to find out? Am I peaking your curiosity? Are you annoyed that I'm asking this many questions? Well, that's all for now. I hope some of you consider helping your old pal Strawberry out and I hope we can bond over our mutual horniness for Coriolanus Snow.