Something About The Buzzcut…

match made in heaven | c.s.

pairing : coriolanus snow x scheming!reader

request: can I please have a mean!reader with snow whose absolutely obsessed with each other!!!!

IN WHICH — coriolanus snow isn't nice but neither are you. it's a match made in heaven.

"it was enchanting to meet you. all i know is, i was enchanted to meet you" - t.s.

w.c. 500+

warning(s) : snow being snow ✭・.

✩ ‧₊˚ authors note istg im so obsessed with this man and it's not even funny

you hated him. you absolutely loathed coriolanus. now, that’s not to say you didn’t applaud his little performances or the way he could manipulate others around him to get what he wanted–because yes, it was impressive–but you hated how absolutely enchanted everyone was with him. 

there was no one at this stupid school or in the capitol that didn’t give him the attention that belonged to you. hell, even dean highbottom, who could give you a run for your money on how much he loathed snow, spent all his attention on that: hating him. you didn’t see what they saw. what was so special about someone who was named corioANUS snow?

you were so much prettier than he was, smarter than him, better in every way that mattered. you knew how to work the crowd to do your bidding. when others threatened your place or standing, you knew how to get rid of them quietly and efficiently so that no one knew it had been you behind it. 

of course, you were the top of the top. you didn’t understand all the fuss about him. one of these days, you were going to snap if one more teacher preached about “how perfect snow’s essay was!” or “how handsome he was!”. 

of course, you don’t know that while you obsess over the man, he’s doing the exact same. because look at how perfect you are! all he can think about is the fact that behind every innocent smile and kind act you hide behind, he can see the callousness and manipulation that you are. 

the man’s practically in love with you because for once, he doesn’t necessarily need to pretend to be nice or sweet. add to the fact that you're the perfect match for him when he becomes president of panem. man has already bought the ring that he’ll propose to you with one day.

that is after he’s made sure you won’t tell others about how crazy he truly is. he cannot risk his plans falling down the drain even for you. so, when you're on your way home, he’s got you pinned to the wall starting a whole speech about what would happen to you if you said anything. 

that’s when you fall in love. hands pinned to the wall as he’s threatening your life. what’s more romantic than being told you’ll die if you say anything about him? Well, him pressing a rough kiss to your lips as you stare at him. 

“are you out of your mind?”

“only for you, darling, only for you.”

y’all, are both whipped for each other from then on. 

you both collude from there: you need someone gone? snow doesn’t need another word, he's already making sure they're gone. because nothing is going to bother his sweet, sweet girl. he’s slightly unsure of how to proceed with something? you create an ingenious plan so quickly the man kisses you to high heaven because he’s so in awe. 

when he does become president of panem, the man just cannot get enough of you. he’s never loved you more but now all he can think about is how good power looks on you. when you walk into a room, you instantly capture his eye. he swears he’ll die before you ever leave his side. 

he’s still not a good person though but neither are you. you’re both a match made in heaven.

yeah i’m going to hell but this is so good so it worth going to hell from reading this lol

forbidden.

c.w: stepcest, m. masturbation, panties sniffing, mention to panties stealing, pervert reader, pervert!coryo, oral recieving (f. m. recieving), boobs sucking, mildly public fingering, size kink, petnames (lots of princess, baby and good girl.)

it was sick, it was twisted and he wasn't proud of himself when he pumped his dick every night to the thought of you.

after a long time without seeing his father, coryo felt surprised once he came back to see that he had supposedly married one of his colleague's mother on a trip.

now, to make it clear, he wasn't angry because his father didn't even call or some shit like that- he was angry because, looking at your mother, he knew exactly just who her daughter was.

was he happy to have you so close? well, of course. he would often knock on your room to see you timidly answer after taking a shower, and he knew damn well you weren't wearing anything under your nightdress. how cute of you, already letting him catch a glimpse of his property. of something that would soon enough be his.

your mother told you to call him to eat breakfast, and so you did, opening the door with a smile before catching the lewdest and yet prettiest sight you could've got from your new step brother.

his hand on his dick caught your eyes as he violently pumped his dick to you. how did you knew it was to you?

well, the panties he was sniffing on couldn't be from anyone other than you.

with that being said, your body jolted involuntarialy to the sight of his cum being shot mid-air, rope after rope. you heard him moan as he cleaned his cum with your panties, until you caught him looking back at you.

"'m sorry," you said, closing the door desperately after that encounter.

well, it's safe to say things between you guys become a bit akward after that. you couldn't stop thinking about the way your step brother's dick looked so pretty when he came, his red tip teasing you, calling you, inviting you to suck him.

and him? well, fuck it! things with you have been awkward ever since you arrived, the difference now was the fact that you discovered it and he had to stop stealing your panties, keeping the one he cleaned himself with.

to your disgrace, of course, your fingers seemed to think much about it when you touched yourself at night; two fingers in your cunt as you tried to imagine it was his dick, and, fuck, it was terribly good.

it isn't wrong. you're not real brothers anyway and the ones who are married is your father and your mother, but that doesn't meann you both are immediatly attached by blood.

"y/n, look, i'm sorry for what you've seen the other day, it's not what you think it was-" he voiced, and it was the first time he talked to you.

"i know what i saw, there is not an actual need for you to be like that" you said, for his surprise. he was expecting a slap, not comprehension. how did you comprehend him? the sounds he listened to at night were actually you? oh, so he was right.

you were just as much of a pervert as he was.

so now, with both his hands grabbing your hair, he fucked your princess lips with hungry, and you didn't care much actually, you loved drooling all over his cock, it felt marvellous hearing the wet noises you were making at his cock, the tip reaching for the back of your throat as you tried not to gag on his thickness.

and then you noticed how thick he really was- you never thought much about it till you had it slapping in your cheek as you devotedly kissed the tip, small kitten licks being given- as if you didn't plan on choking on it. you pulled away from his dick forcefully, your face was a mess and you looked too pretty for him not to kiss the small tear on your cheek.

"good girl," he said, letting you stand up with the help of his hand as your knees trembled. he carried you in his arms back to the bed, getting on top of you only to see just how small you actually were next to his dick, "fuck." he said, trying to think of a way of doing it without ending up hurting you.

"'s not gonna fit in, coryo- you're big" you moaned, sadly as he frowned at you, his dick would probably touch your uterus right away if he entered abruptly inside you.

"don't worry, princess. i'm sure we can make it fit." he said.

and just like that he was in between your legs, getting you all wet and ready for his dick, but not only that, he was tasting you, his tongue went up and down your slick, your back had already arched more times than accountable due to his fingers and he simply couldn't help but go all the way with you and let you cum on his mouth.

legs trembling, pussy clenching around air as it already missed his fingers, you cried a bit when he buried himself again, this time, his thumb was circling around your clit, your small pearl being teased relentlessly while you cried from the sensitivity of your pussy being assaulted by his tongue. but god- it felt so good when his nose grinded on your clit, it made you so hot feeling his tongue thrusting inside your pussy while your hand gripped onto his hair, holding him in.

"c-coryo! s-stop it, i'm gonna cum again!" you moaned, and he looked at you dearly, pulling back and kissing your inner thigh.

"do it." and he was back to be buried between your legs again, eating you out like he was starving. it didn't need much for him to make you cum. pinching your clit made the magic happen as he sloppily let your wetness make it's place on his tongue and fuck, you looked so pretty moaning his name! you were made to be his! his bunny, his princess. not his step brother. damned would be the moment his father fucked your mother. "felt good, princess?" he asked, and you nodded pathetically, too sensitive while he kneeled in the mattress, your thighs hugging his waist as he decided to try again.

he positioned himself between your legs, his tip entering you slowly as you held hands with him, supposedly to help you calm down and for you to speak up when he was inside you. what did the hand holding served for? you didn't know, but you're not gonna complain about now. he slowly penetrated his dick into you while watching if you would cry of pain or of pleasure. seeing how you didn't do much more than tell him to go all the way inside you, he did it, surprised when your hips bucked up on his wanting for more than the slow pace he settled for.

he grunted once he noticed how you were so tight on his cock, warming him up and tightening around him, making his head fall back a bit before he started fucking you, your thoughts seemed like a blur to you. "god, baby- you're so warm, so tight on me" he grunted, watching you as if he was in a trance for how much he was looking at your boobs, seeing how they were bouncing so much as if to match the place of his thrusts into your cunt. "you're so good for your step brother, princess" he said.

you mewled once he called himself your step brother, feeling your own walls squeezing him up and down as he leaned in to suck your boobs. although he would love to see you riding him, he could let it go, your face was too pretty in this position. he needed to see you like this, sensitive, drooling and getting oh so tight on his dick.

"c-coryo, k-keep going. please! i-it's so good!" you said, and he smiled, not giving in to your needs but going aa far as to slow down his pace, torturing you "n-no, not like this, coryo!" you cried, moaning while he fondled your boobs. to see you begging for his dick like that- god, his ego was touching heaven and the stars in it.

"and what do you want, baby?" he purred, nibbling your earlobe

"y-your c-cock, please go faster!!" you said, eyes closing shut as you mewled into submission.

"oh, so you want me to go faster?" he asked you, grinding himself on you, the way his skin grinded on his skin while he was still inside you made you squirm, trying to fuck yourself on him. he watched everything in a mesmerized started, chuckling at your despair. "such a hungry girl" he said

doing what you wanted him to, he finally started to buck up his hips at a much faster pace as it was requested by you. your blouse was thrown alway on the ground, even though you were still in your miniskirt only because he wanted to fuck you in it. you couldn't even form a complete phrase as you moaned, your hips rolling back and forth on him as you cried, driven by pleasure.

you came on his cock twice, and as he filled you up with his load, you hugged his neck, kissing him before he pulled his cock from you, not seeing his cum leaking from you before later. you didn't need to say anything too, he took care of you, bathed and cuddled with you on the sofa.

later, you were accompanied by your parents, who decided to join you for 'family bonding purposes', however, the bonding between you and your now step brother involved his fingers overstimulating you under the blankets, right by the side of your parents as you did your best not to cum yet nor moan

please stay

cho hyun ju x f!reader

:this post made by @jxynotfound

warnings: angst/comfort, use of y/n

word count: 1.1k

hyun ju’s apartment feels too big now that the others have left. 

the air hangs heavy with unsaid words and the tension that coils tighter every time you and hyun ju are in the same room. you look over at her, sitting at the edge of the couch, her gaze fixed on a glass of water she hasn’t touched. 

she’s avoiding you again…like she has been for weeks. 

your heart twists. you can’t ignore it anymore.  

she thinks she’s subtle, but you notice everything about hyun ju. the way her eyes flick to you for just a second too long when she thinks you aren’t looking. the way her laugh is quieter when you’re around, like she’s holding something back. 

you’d give anything to know what’s going on in her mind, to understand why she’s been keeping her distance. 

it hurts more than you want to admit.  

no matter how much attention you get from everyone else…the stolen glances, the lingering stares, the compliments whispered under breaths…it’s hers you crave. 

lately, it feels like you’re invisible to her.  

you don’t understand it. you’ve always been told you’re beautiful, practically since you were old enough to understand the word. your friends joke that you look like you stepped out of a magazine, your outfits always effortlessly chic, your makeup flawless. 

even when you’re dressed casually, there’s something about you that draws people in. boys, girls…everyone seems to want you.  

none of it matters if hyun ju doesn’t.  

you stayed behind tonight for her. you stayed because the ache in your chest is too much to bear, because you can’t take the way she looks right through you anymore.  

you sit down beside her on the couch, your movements soft, deliberate. 

“hyun ju,” you say, your voice quiet but steady. 

“is everything okay?”

she startles slightly, like she hadn’t expected you to stay. her grip on the glass tightens, and she doesn’t look at you. 

“yeah,” she says after a beat, her tone unconvincing. 

“why?” 

you tilt your head, your eyes fixed on her. you’ve never been one to back down from the truth, and you won’t start now. 

“because you’ve been avoiding me,” you say bluntly. 

hyun’s eyes widen, but she quickly looks away, her expression guarded. 

“i haven’t,” she says, but the words sound hollow. 

“you have,” you counter, your tone firm but not harsh. 

“and i don’t get it. did i do something wrong? did i upset you?” 

the older woman’s jaw tightens, and for a moment, she doesn’t respond. then, she sets the glass down with a quiet clink and leans back, exhaling slowly. 

“it’s not you,” she murmurs, her voice so quiet you almost miss it. 

“then what is it?” you press, leaning closer. the scent of her shampoo reaches you.. soft, familiar, floral, comforting..and it only makes your heart ache more. 

“hyun ju, please. please talk to me.” 

she finally looks at you, and the vulnerability in her eyes catches you off guard. 

“it’s complicated,” she says, her voice trembling slightly. 

you can’t hold back anymore. weeks of frustration and longing spill out all at once. 

“why can’t you want me like the other boys and girls do?” your voice cracks, your hands twisting together in your lap. 

“they stare at me while i stare at you.”  

hyun ju’s head snaps toward you, her wide eyes locking with yours. the shock on her face is unmistakable, but beneath it, there’s something else…

“y/n,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper. 

“what are you saying?”  

“i’m saying i want you,” you admit, your voice trembling with the weight of the confession. 

“i dress up for you, hyun ju. every outfit, every little detail…it’s all for you to notice. i don’t care about the stares or the compliments from anyone else. i just want you to notice me, to look at me the way i look at you.” 

hyun ju’s lips part, but no words come out. she looks at you like you’ve just told her the most unbelievable thing in the world. 

“do you know how much it hurts?” you continue, your voice breaking. 

“everyone else wants me, but i don’t care. i don’t care about any of them. i only care about you, hyun ju.” 

hyun’s hands tremble in her lap, and for a moment, she looks like she might cry. 

“sweetheart,” she whispers. 

“i didn’t think... i didn’t think you’d ever feel that way about me.” 

your heart aches at the way she says it, like it’s impossible for her to believe. 

“why wouldn’t i?” you ask, your voice soft but insistent. 

“you’re beautiful, hyunnie. you’re kind, strong, and smart, and you make me feel things no one else ever has. i’ve been trying so hard to get your attention, and you keep pushing me away.” 

you continued, "I asked myself, why can't hyun want me like all of the other boys and girls do? they all stare at me while at stare at you.."

hyun shakes her head, tears welling in her eyes. “i wasn’t trying to push you away,” she says, her voice breaking. 

“i just... i didn’t think i was enough for you. you’re—” she gestures helplessly at you, her words faltering. 

“you’re beautiful, y/n. you’re perfect.. and me... i just didn’t think i could ever measure up to your level of beauty. i thought you’d never see me that way.” 

you reach for her hand, your fingers brushing against hers. 

“you’re everything to me, hyun ju,” you say, your voice steady despite the tears in your eyes. 

you reach down in front of the couch, taking your hands with hyun ju’s on her lap as tears come from her eyes now too. 

“don’t you see that? i don’t want anyone else. i want you.” 

hyun’s breath hitches, and then she’s pulling you into her arms, holding you like she’s afraid you’ll disappear. 

“i’ve wanted you this whole time, since we were introduced,” she admits, her voice muffled against your shoulder. 

“but i was scared. scared that if i let myself hope, i’d ruin everything.” 

you pull back just enough to look at her, your hands cupping her face. “you’re not ruining anything,” you say, your voice firm. 

“you make me happy, hyun ju. you make me feel seen in a way no one else ever has. don’t you see how much you mean to me?” 

tears spill over from the both of you, but she’s smiling now, a soft, radiant smile that takes your breath away. 

“i see it now,” she whispers. 

“and i’m so sorry for making you feel like i didn’t care. i care, y/n. i care so much.” 

you lean your head against her shoulder, the warmth of her presence soothing the ache that had been building in your chest. 

“i wish you knew how beautiful you really are, hyunnie,” you murmur. 

she holds you tighter, her heart feeling warm for the first time in so long. 

I hope you really enjoyed <3

tags for the people under the post who commented under the post wanting this fic:

@countrygalbitch , @ryuhour, @etta-huracan, @luckylilypadsss

i wanna sit on his dick in that chair real bad

edit : 09/04 a fic has been posted

this one slap so hard chat 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ i think i’m in love with this fr

Theirs. | BandaSunato x GN!Reader x YabaOki | AIB HCS

Summary: 3 Killers in love. All could go wrong (for others).

Warnings: Blood - Gore - Killing - Before and during Borderlands - Jealousy - Two red flags - Violence

PRE-BORDERLANDS:

Lets start with how this relationship works. Yaba is probably the most cold head of the three. Its the one who manages to control Banda when he wants to go on a killing rampage and also the one who basically makes you do something other than sleep.

Because here is the thing. You are very clingy to them and possessive of them. But also very lazy. This turns on your days being you sleeping, watching TV, going down the dark corners of the internet looking for a good snuff movie to later share with your two beloved ones. Its only when you end jealous or feel the "push" that you end killing someone. But you are more tone down than Banda.

Banda is the one who would go for cuddles himself. Why ? Because he knows you dont mind the blood. Even if its after a recent kill. He may come up to you with blood all over his hands, arms, face, there is smell and its hot. But you dont mind. He will hug your waist and let his head on your shoulder as he tells you about how he did murder his last victim and that you should come up with him and pick a victim together.

Yaba its the one who puts on the facade that you three are roomates and that you two work from home so no one things its strange that he is the only one who goes out. The others knows more people lives with him since they hear...noises when they swear Yaba just left.

Banda and You like to get funny when he is not home. All to be recorder and send to him just to bother him and show him what he is missing for "Having to be normal and do work". It often its one of them having the other pinned down with a intense makeout session and some knife play if Banda feels like it, and most times he indeed does feel like it.

It gets both of them on trouble once Yaba gets back. He is not angry per se just frustrated with them for distracting him during work.

He would make them do the same they did earlier only that now he gets to tell them when they can cum. And Yaba can be quiet sadistic about it. He sees it on the way your body and Banda's tremble and how erratic your breath gets, he knows both of you are so close and yet he order you both to stop. Sometimes he even leaves and you two are obliged to finish alone without the other or if he feels like being good will let both of you use him to finish.

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"Really (Y/N)?" Yaba asks as he sees you having too much fun with one victim. The safe house he has for Banda and You is outside Seoul and its used specially for this moments.

He cant let two murders bring bodies to their home...the place would smell terrible.

"What?" You ask with a small pout "This one was staring at our Banda for too long"

"Were they?" Yaba asks removing his coat and getting closer. Your victim a young male blinks between being awake and pass out. "And were is the other?" Yaba ask already knowing

"Banda is having the other one. Said it would be funnier if we shared" You respond pulling out from a glass a worm and forcing it inside the ear of the Man.

Banda appears, covered in blood a evil smile on his face. He kisses Yaba knowing the older Man will get mad from getting his white shirt dirty. He then turns to you and shows you a small intestine that he passes around the neck of the now crying guy.

"Aww dont cry. You are wearing your gilfriends organs!!" Banda taunts and the Man cries even harder.

"Oh! Here" You pull your old polaroid camara out and snap a pic of the Man then one of Banda and the Man, Banda making the sign of peace. "Beautiful" you say showing him

"Alright you two, finish him off so we can clean this up" Yaba says smiling at your antics. "But let me some fun first" he says going off then returning with a hammer, aiming it at the man ribs before slamming it hard.

"Uh, bad day at the office?" Banda asks amused.

"You got no idea" Yaba responds going for the knee next.

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BORDERLANDS

At the Borderlands the three of you would be known quickly. If anyone has the bad luck of meeting one of you at the games then some plead the game kills them, because you three are famous for taking survivors and torture them.

You three are the ones who most likely would end being permanent residents. The idea of returning never really crossed your minds. There you three could be free.

Banda could go and kill as he wanted,  Yaba could relax and you could cling on them as much as you wanted.

When the Prision Game started there was a woman who eyed Yaba for too long not knowing who he was or that you were just a few meters away with a chocolate at hand.

Banda whistle at your side already getting aroused by the idea of what you were going to do to her.

"Im...im going to cut her ears off and make her eat them. Then I will make her see how the three of us fuck and then I will kill her with my hands" You whisper already moving on autopilot pulling out a fake smile to catch her by suprise.

Banda and Yaba stood at the side as you pushed her head against the wall hard forcing her to enter a cell. They followed not wanting to miss the bloody show you were going to give them.

i’m reading this at 4 a.m. and i have to be quiet to not wake my whole family up😭 this is so hot man🤌🏻🤌🏻

"Sweet & Vicious" - Young!Coriolanus Snow x Tribute!Reader

Summary: Coriolanus learns that there's more to you, the sweet little tribute from District 1, than meets the eye.

Word Count: 3,000

Rating: 18+, MDNI

TW: afab reader, she/her pronouns, profanity, innuendo, mentions of previous sexual assault, canon-typical murder/violence (reader is a tribute), oral m receiving, tiddy succin, p in v sex, creampie, lowkey breeding kink lmao

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Hunger Games/Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated 🩷

Coryo knows that Gaul is setting him up to fail when she assigns him to be your mentor. You’re from District 1 and apparently you’re a career, but truth be told? He doesn’t see it. He observes you, chatting with the other tributes, a friendly smile on your face. You’re bubbly and outgoing, but you look harmless. Like you wouldn’t be able to harm a fly. How’s he going to win the Plinth Scholarship with you as his tribute? He presses his lips together in a thin line, his mind working double time to try and figure out what his angle is here. How is he going to do this?

You have an interesting way about you, he muses. You flirt with every single male tribute in the room, batting those lashes of yours, smiling up at them so demurely. Coryo can’t help but feel the slightest hint of envy when one rests a hand on your bare waist, helping fix your position as you practice knife throwing - something you fail at miserably. Shit. But, you have each of the boys there eating out of the palm of your hand. And there’s something sharp in your gaze. You stand off to the side, and to anyone else  it would look like you’re being lazy. But Coryo knows what you’re doing.

You’re studying the others. Searching for weaknesses. It’s what he would do.

You move with an almost serpentine grace, weaving your way through the room, taking note of everything happening around you. At first glance, you seem like a ditzy flirt. But Coryo sees past that now. He sees you, scrutinizing and evaluating. There’s more to you than meets the eye. You flirt your way through the room, dazzling everyone with your sweet demeanor, your pretty face. You endear yourself to them so that they will feel bad about killing you when the time comes. So that they hesitate. But there’s so much more to you than that.

It’s time to break for lunch and one by one, the tributes file out of the training room. Save for you and the girls from 2, 3, and 4. Coryo raises a brow as they approach you, the girl from 1 having a knife in hand. Before he can even yell to warn you, you turn, grabbing her by the wrist, a smile a little too sharp to be genuine on your face.

“That’s cheating, Rachel,” you say, your voice sickeningly sweet, “Don’t you know you’re not supposed to try to kill me until we’re in the Arena? Not very nice.”

He watches as you quickly dispatch them, tackling Rachel to the ground, sweeping the girl from 3’s feet out from beneath her as you do before lunging on top of the girl from 4. All three of them groan in pain, holding their stomachs, while you make your way toward Coryo, that same innocent little smile on your face. He watches you with admiration as you approach him, already feeling proud to be your mentor.

“You’re my mentor. Coriolanus Snow, right?” You ask, tilting your head to the side, a coy little grin on your face as you introduce yourself.

He nods, taking your hand to shake it, a small smile on his face. You’re not asking that question out of curiosity. You already knew. He can tell. You’re trying to figure out how to manipulate him into wanting to help you.

Little do you know it’ll require no manipulation at all.

“General Snow was your father, right?” You ask, gazing up at him through your lashes, fluttering them slightly.

Of course you know that, you little minx. He’s sure you’ve done plenty of research.

Coryo nods, gaze moving along your form, the training gear you wear hugging the curves of your body in an enticing way, “Correct. And you?”

“Oh, my family?” You giggle, covering your mouth in an almost dainty way, “Nothing special. We’re just a basic District 1 family. No one too important. Not like you or the Plinths.”

He knows that’s a flirtation attempt. That you’re buttering him up. From where he stands, he can smell your perfume, the way it mixes with your natural scent. It’s almost intoxicating. He takes another step closer to you.

“Shouldn’t you join the others for lunch?”

“I’d rather have lunch with my mentor,” you say, batting your lashes, “Is that allowed, sir?”

A smirk plays at the corner of his lips and he nods, leading you out of the training room, “It is. You know, I do enjoy a bit of respect, but maybe you’d like to call me something a bit more personal.”

“Such as?”

He chuckles, a hand resting on your lower back as he leans in to whisper, “Well, how about my first name? Coriolanus. Do you feel comfortable calling me that?”

“Coriolanus,” you repeat, the word sounding like honey dripping off your tongue to him before you glance up with a tiny little pout, “It’s a pretty name, but it’s so long. Can I just call you Coryo?”

He nods, “Yes. Coryo will be just fine.”

Over the next few days, he grows closer and closer to you, his little mentee. You’re always eager to learn whatever he has to teach you, and you have no issue endearing yourself to the viewers. The two of you make quite the team, he thinks. It doesn’t hurt that you’re fucking adorable. You walk in to train with him, a smile playing on your lips.

“What are you going to mentor little old me in today, Coryo?”

He eyes you up and down, unable to help feeling a bit smitten by you and your innocent demeanor even though he knows it’s all a facade; Coryo takes a moment to clear his throat, holding back the inappropriate noise threatening to come from his mouth before informing you, “Well, we’re going to be practicing some hand to hand combat today. You do know how to fight, right?”

You look up at him, shaking your head as you keep up your act, innocent as ever, “Who, me? Gosh, I’d never wanna hurt anyone…”

“So you beating the crap out of those three girls yesterday was what then?” He counters, giving you a wry smile.

“Aw, we were just playing, Coryo! Just girly things.”

He shakes his head at you affectionately, watching as you bite your lip, “Yeah, I bet you girls get really brutal when you ‘play’, huh?”

“Well, I prefer playing with boys,” you hum, “They’re much sweeter to me.”

And again he feels it. That gnawing sensation in his gut. The jealousy when he thinks of the fact that you’ve got every one of these boys wrapped around your pretty little finger, himself included.

“So I’m going to have to be competing with all the other boys for your attention then?”

He can’t help but smile at your reply, “You are my mentor, Coryo. There’s no competition. I think you know why I flirt with them.”

Coryo nods, “You’re making them think twice before they kill you. The little sweetheart who makes them fall in love.” He chuckles, “Pretty naughty of you.”

You shrug, “If I wanna survive the games, it’s what I gotta do. I mean, I could beat them in hand to hand. But why do it if I don’t have to? Work smarter, not harder.”

“You’re quite the manipulative little girl, aren’t you?” Coryo teases, growing more and more impressed - and infatuated - with you every passing minute.

“I’m eighteen, not so little. We’re the same age,” you tease back, your voice a playful lilt, “But if you want me to be your little girl, I don’t mind.”

Coryo’s throat goes dry, his voice a low rasp as he leans in even closer, feeling your sweet breath tickle his face, “So you want me to treat you like my little girl then?” You nod, lashes fluttering as he stares at you, those doe eyes and that sweet smile, “And how would my little girl like to be treated?”

“Any way Daddy wants to.”

He feels his pants growing uncomfortably tight. That submissive gaze of yours, the sense of possession over you nearly overwhelming him. He needs to protect you, keep you away from the dangers of the world. It’s not a want at this point. It’s a need. And he’s going to make damn sure his pretty little girl survives these games. That she wins. So, the two of you begin training in earnest. And he’s pleasantly surprised by your complete change in attitude, how seriously you take everything he tells you, adjusting your aim, your stance, listening to his tips on how to make the audience like you. You’re really quite intelligent and talented, and the fact that you’re not just using this time to flirt or distract him. It makes him, dare he say it, respect you.

When he asks why you volunteered for the Games, however, your expression grows dark, and he feels as if he’s about to unlock another side of you, “Ben from D1. My fellow tribute. I want to kill him.”

He can sense the anger and hatred you harbor for your fellow tribute, and is almost caught off guard by the bluntness and raw honesty of your answer. But as you explain your reasons, your need for revenge after what he did to you back home, he comes to understand. You tell him you knew you were going to volunteer the moment he was reaped. That it was God or whatever higher power exists giving you a chance for revenge. And when you tell him just what he did to you, he feels the rage inside him building toward Ben too.

“He told everyone at school I begged him for it, when really, I was begging him to stop. To let me go. I want him underneath me in the Arena. I want to hear him beg for his life. And to watch the light leave his eyes when I refuse to listen.”

Coryo wants nothing more than to take away your pain, but he realizes, only you can do that for yourself. He doesn’t think he’s ever been as attracted to another person as he is to you in this moment, both physically and emotionally. And at the drop of a hat, you’re back to your sunny personality, taking him by the hand and declaring that it’s time for dinner, that you’re starving and need to grab something to eat.

He watches you with amazement when the Games begin, the way you manage to outthink and outmaneuver every one of your fellow tributes. The girls you’d bested back on that first day try to rush you, but one by one, you finish them off. This vicious, bloodthirsty side of you is yet another layer of your personality he’s seen. He can’t take his eyes off of you, completely enamored. He watches, amused, at the way you cling to some of the male tributes, convincing them you need their help, only to dispatch them the moment they’re no longer useful to you.

Ruthless. Beautiful. Dangerous.

In the end, it’s down to just you and Ben from District 1. The reason you volunteered in the first place. Coryo watches in terror as Ben manages to stab you in the side, but you keep him pinned to the ground, your teeth gnashing as you ignore what must be excruciating pain.

“Fucking beg me for your life! Do it! Beg me like I begged you, coward!” You snarl, pulling the blade from your side, blood seeping from your wound.

Coryo watches, seeing the intensity, the brutality behind your eyes. Ben tries to punch your stab wound, and you wince from the pain, but then? You let out a laugh. It’s a pretty laugh, musical even, but absolutely terrifying.

“Oh, Ben, it’s gonna take a lot more than that.” You stab the blade he used on you, deep into his chest, “This is in your aorta. I can leave it in and you try to finish me off if you can, and hope the healers get to you in time. That’s if you beg me. But if you don’t? I pull it out and bleed you like the fucking pig you are.”

And he does. He begs, tears falling from his eyes as he pleads for his life. For the chance to fight you again, to win the Games. But you just smirk down at him, leaning in as you rest a hand on his cheek.

“When I begged you to stop, you didn’t. So why should I?”

You pull out the knife, letting him bleed out onto the grass below, winning the Games. Coryo watches you, awestruck. You’ve gotten your revenge. This brutal, sadistic side of you - he doesn’t understand why but it’s so completely alluring. 

Soon enough, as the victor, you’re rushed away to have your wounds treated, particularly the nasty stab wound Ben left you with. When you awake, Coryo makes sure he’s at your side, sitting by your bed as your eyes open wearily and you question if you won, voice hoarse from disuse.

He nods, lifting your head gently so that you can drink from the cup of water on the table beside you, “Yes. You won. You were incredible. Brutal and ruthless and,” he murmurs, “So beautiful.”

You feign shyness - or is it truly feigned, he wonders - looking away from him as you bite your lip, “O-oh, you thought it was beautiful?”

He nods, “You were… Amazing.”

Your lips meet his in a slow, sensual kiss, his tongue gently pushing into your mouth as he caresses your cheeks. Coryo tilts his head to the side, deepening the kiss. You moan softly against his lips, every small gesture of submission to him, of deference to him turning him on, bringing out a wild, almost animalistic side to the man. However, when he sees the way you wince slightly as he trails his hand along your waist, he pauses, looking at you with concern.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, just a little sore,” you tell him, moving to touch his cheek with your hand, fingertips tracing his jaw, “I don’t mind a little pain with my pleasure, Coryo.”

Your words break something in Coryo, a dam that held the semblance of resistance he held on to. His hands move to your hips, squeezing your soft flesh as he moans against your mouth, tugging off the flimsy gown you wear. Your body has been repaired, every scar, every blemish removed as is the case with every victor. He stares at you in wonder, his hands moving to cup your breasts, squeezing gently. You gaze up at him, lips parted in a silent plea for him to continue touching you as you grind yourself against his cock, achingly hard against his pants. He moves to take one of your tits in his mouth, latching onto one of your nipples, icy blue eyes boring into yours as he swirls his tongue around the sensitive nub. Every cry of “Coryo”, “Daddy”, “please - they all make him smirk against you as his fingers move to tease your tight, wet pussy, wanting to get you ready to take him. You are so fucking perfect for him. You were made for him. Made to be his.

He pulls away for a moment, loving the way you whine at the loss of contact, only to lock the door and make quick work of his own clothes, leaving both of you entirely bare before each other. Coryo has never felt so desired, so wanted as he does when you move to mouth at his cock, your soft hands cupping his balls, massaging them as you gaze up at him through your lashes with those gorgeous eyes. He gently pushes you back, shaking his head.

“Let Daddy take care of his little girl right now.”

You feel so perfect as he pushes inside you, your tight cunt squeezing around him like a vice. Your teeth sink into your plump lower lip, but he shakes his head, almost scolding you.

“That’s my lip to bite, baby.”

You whimper softly as his lips devour yours in another kiss, his hips slotting against yours at a brutal, relentless pace. He knows now that you were meant for him. Meant to be his sweet little girl. He’s going to make you fully and completely his. After your victory tour, he’s going to make you his pretty little wife. Keep you at home, by his side. All sweet and pretty, his perfect little doll. Pump you full of his cum, breed you like the good little girl you’re meant to be. And he knows you won’t have a problem with it. He knows every part of you, he muses as your fingers knot themselves in his golden curls, your hips bucking up to meet his movements. He knows your sweet side. Your vicious side. Your brutality and your vulnerability. And it’s all going to be his.

“Daddy, I’m close,” you whisper breathily in his ear, his lips moving to your throat as his teeth graze against your skin, “Cum inside me. Fill me up, Daddy.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice, his stomach tightening, body going rigid as he feels you squeeze around him, your pussy soaking his cock as you reach your peak, spilling himself inside you moments later. He stays like that for a moment, just staring into your eyes with a small smile on his face, one that you return.

In that moment, there’s no mask. No pretense between the two of you. He sees the real you and you see the real him.

And Coryo knows, with everything he has, that the two of you are going to change the world. The two of you are going to become the very future of Panem.

You, his perfect little girl, his sweetheart, his everything, every part of you now being his.

Sweet and vicious.

okay but here me out, FINNICK ODAIR WITH ONE OF THE GIRL INSPIRATION

an : i got this inspiration when i listened to the song and heard the hook part, and this plot just popped up in my head, so this is just smut and bad grammar. i know my grammar was bad. i'm gonna use the grammar corrector before posting this, but just so you know, english is not my first language.

we don't gotta be in love, no i don't gotta be the one, no i just wanna be one of your girls tonight

imagine, you, the daughter of a millionaire in a capitol, were invited to a party where, of course, Finnick was there since he's getting paid (or invited?) to be here, and of course he's a star, a shining star, stealing everyone's attention the first moment he steps in.

your eyes can't even leave his figure—his tall, muscular figure and you know damn well you want him, just like any girl does. i mean who wouldn't? but you also know that this is not love. it's a want, a desire. you just need him, his body, his service. it's clear that you did not want him as your lover or groom, to you, you only need him to be in your bed just tonight. a simple one-night stand thing.

so you did get what you wanted. his hand on your hips, his back against yours, while he whispers praise into your ear. "you're such a good girl" "you did it so well" "you feel so good" that goddamn thing you know he probably said that to others since it was to make his customer feel good and you did not care at all. it makes you feel good, and that's enough. you don't care who got to hear that from him too, this moment is just you and him.

his cock was inside you, making you feel like heaven, his thrust made you see stars. now you understand why he gets called 'Capitol Sweetheart' because he really knows how to make his customers satisfied.

you moan—the loudest moan that ever made it way out of your throat—no one has ever made you feel as good as Finnick did. just from the way he gave you an oral in the beginning, it was enough to make you know this night would be replaying in your head for a long time.

his hand found its way to your clit, making you feel like you were going to explode in any minute. his hot breath against your skin and how he said "cum for me, darling" were just so perfect. his thrust fastened as if he knew you're so close to climax, and he's right, just having his hard cock inside you was almost enough to make you cum right there, and Finnick knew that too, but of course, since it was his service, he's continued fucking you even though he knows you won't last long.

and when this night ended, he let you hold him until the sunrise (another customer service for sure), and when you did say goodbye to him, he just walked out with that fucking smirk on his face. getting to know your secret was probably his favorite way to get paid from his customer, after all.

( another an : i feel so guilty writing this, but i hope you can understand what i'm trying to write lol. my first smut in english and it's already so fucked up lmao )

you cannot put tom blyth with blond curls AND buzzcut in front of me and expect me to not be blushing for almost 3 hours straight

please i need more teacher coryo😭😭😭 this is so good omg

teacher's pet.

(teacher!coriolanus x student reader)

summary: desperate to pass chemistry, you decided to take matters into your own hands as you stayed until late at school.

based on this ask.

c.w: teacher x student, reader is 19 due to repeating a year, oral (m. recieving), cum swallowing, boob pinching/biting, p in v, mildly public sex, spitting, explicit content, explicit description of sex.

being the worst student at the academy and having repeated a year, you took matters into your own hands and decided to do your best this year, not wanting to be left behind again.

however, chemistry was the worst class you could have had, it didn't seem to make sense in your pretty little head, you would always pout with the pencil against your lips and would be crying without any tears running down, it felt humiliating. you could aways feel the teacher staring at you across the class and laughing at the faces you made to his class.

he was one of the few teachers that were actually descent looking, always had his hair perfectly combed and god, how can one look hot with glasses like his?

you questioned yourself everyday about how you were supposed to pass his class, the only answer you could find wasn't something that he would be willing to do, i mean- he didn’t seem like someone who would let his student suck his dick in order to get good grades.

but you were desperate. desperate times calls for desperate answers.

so now, for your own surprise, you were on your knees now, who would know that he would actually accept it?

"c'mon, professor snow. i'm sure you have a lot of tensional pent up, i can make it go away." you said, your fingers brushing up against his as you quietly smiled at him.

"and why would you do it?" he asked, not even looking away from the tests he was correcting as he pulled his hand away from yours.

"this way everybody wins, don't you think? you get relief from your stress and i get my grades to, you know, graduate."

"and why do you think i would do it?"

"i see how you look at me, professor." you smiled.

and for your upmost surprise, he angrily looked at you, pinning you to the table. "if you want to suck my dick so much you don't have to made up lies to get on your knees." he said, and you gulped down hard, heat going all the way up your cheeks. you almost said sorry for the disrespect but you were immediatly shut down by his lips slamming on yours.

you hummed something, but it only served to let his tongue into your mouth as he made you sit on his desk, your legs getting spread up to let him closer to you.

you passed your arms through his neck, letting him deepen the kiss more than you thought that was capable. by the end of it, there was a small, almost invisible string of saliva connecting you both. you looked into his eyes with your own confused ones, even though you were the one who proposed that.

in less than a few minutes, you were on your knees, seeing him drop his pants to his knees, his hand grabbing his dick and slapping your face with it as you gladly suck on the tip of his dick, earning a groan out of his mouth.

"are you really that desperate?" he asked, his answer being the bobbing of your head on his cock as your hand found the base of his dick that didn't fit into your mouth to masturbate it. "fuck, seems like we have a answer."

his hands found your head quickly, it isn't even necessary to say that he was pounding his dick into your mouth, every groan he made was kept into your brain as you licked him, from the veins to the tip.

insatiable, you drooled all over him, getting him as wet as you were right now. he pulled you away from his dick by pulling your hair back, taking advantage of your agape mouth to spit on it.

he pulled you to stand up, bending you over the desk as he ripped your panties out of your body, shoving it into your mouth as he finally caught a sight of your bare wetness.

"ohh," he chuckled, grabbing your ass with gluttony. he kissed your shoulder, ripping the buttons of your blouse and freeing your boobs from the fabric. "it seems like you were dirtier than i expected you to be," he murmured, dick pressing against your core. "how naughty."

he pinched your nipples, twirling them and making you moan once you were finally penetrated by his dick. he grunted at how tight you were squeezing his dick.

it didn't happen as quick as you thought it would. even after you already came on his cock, your moans echoing through the classroom as he kept on hitting you from behind.

milking him with your walls, you were a drooling crying mess, the panties shoved in your mouth didn't allow you to voice your pleas, and that was the only way he had to keep you quiet, you didn't knew why nor how but he seemed to be aware that you were a loud fucker.

with that being said, you gifted him with the view of you fucking him back, bouncing on his cock as you closed your eyes shut, it didn't matter if they were open or not, your sight was blurry enough for you to notice him.

turning you to look at him, he put you to sit on the table before entering you again, kissing your temple and your tears as he fucked you raw- after all, why would a teacher bring condoms to a school? pushing those thoughts away, he fucked you dumb, he took the panties out of your mouth only to pull you in a nasty kiss, his saliva mixing with yours as he sucked on your neck, kissing the hickey he just gave you.

"you're almost cumming aren't you?" he asked, and you nodded frantically "i can feel it. your pussy is clenching on my cock like you're in heat." he said, chuckling.

for your relief, he thrusted inside you once again, his cock kissing your uterus just right to make you cry as you came on his cock.

he pulled out of you, cumming on your stomach and chest instead, he wouldn’t be making you pregnant- not today.

drooling and breathing heavily, you gulped down, tasting the dryness of your throat.

"g-grades... how are m...my grades?" you asked, and he chuckled as he pulled his pants up.

"i just fucked you raw and you're talking about grades? how cruel." he joked, and you didn't even answered rightfully, trying to breath.

"you passed, dear. you had passed already even before doing all that." he said, kissing your temple and walking away.

your eye twitched, did you really just fucked a teacher for a grade you already had?

i can fix him