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I KNEW YOU WERE GOING TO EAT, AND I WAS FUCKING RIGHT!!! everything about this just screams perfection, and i’ll say it to anyone who’ll listen!!!
to snow, this was a disaster. he could feel his ticket to that plinth prize slowly slipping through his fingers- he had to do something.
the scenario, the imagery, and the fact that he’s nervous about losing his precious prize?!? THIS IS SO GOOD, HELLO??? that’s snow for me 🙂↕️
but snow was selfish. he didn't really care about your survival - he cared about what your survival meant to him.
this is perfection. the fact that he said this after falsely sweet-talking her to get what he wanted—holly shit, this is insanely accurate, and you’re writing him so well
snow wasn't going to let you ruin his life any further.
eyes, snow momentarily saw you as a human rather than a project- as someone just like him. but he quickly shook the ridiculous thoughts from his head.
and you were worried about not writing him accurately?! stfu, this is coriolanus snow in flesh and bones
by the way, I LOVED the detail that he saw her as human for just a moment, only to quickly dismiss the idea because she’s from the districts—she’s nothing more than an animal to him
arina you’re a fucking genius !!!!
you gasped when his fingers unexpectedly touched you between your legs, causing you to furrow your brows. snow reassuringly nodded at you, non-verbally letting you know that it was okay.
ok sooooo… now i have the permission to be a slut? yes? very well 🤭🤭
his fingers gently rubbed your cunt over your underwear, movements slow and careful, as if afraid to scare you away. when he noticed you gradually melting under his touch, he slid your panties to the side, his signature smirk growing when he felt just how wet you already were.
no thoughts… just this 💦💦💦💦 literally you write smut so vividly, i love your writing style so much
i’m imagining one of the other tributes pretending to be asleep and seeing this, lmaooo—it’s still hot tho 🤌🏻
pause, because i need to say—her emotions are so well-written that i feel like i can experience the same things as her: the nervousness for the games and the reassurance from coryo’s fake promises 😖😖 i’m aushhshs
his lips hearing the exact words he wanted you to say. he had you under his control now — you were his.
FUCKING YES, i love possessive coriolanus jsjsjsj
this was so, so good, and i’m really glad you wrote this 🤭
i’m wet
hi pretty girl idk if zoya already sent this in but in case she didn’t, here’s a little coryo request 😇
coryo fingers reader through the bars while she’s locked in the cage and all the other tributes are sleeping… super sweet cute innocent request!!!
thank u angel 💋🫂
coryo fingering you through the bars of the zoo cage while the other tributes are sleeping…
“one more day until the games. are you ready?” snow, your mentor, didn’t know why he was even asking— clearly, you weren’t ready. you couldn’t even meet his gaze through the metal bars in the zoo, trembling as you fidgeted with your fingers. to snow, this was a disaster. he could feel his ticket to that plinth prize slowly slipping through his fingers— he had to do something.
“hey, look at me. it’ll be alright, i promise. i’ll do everything i possibly can to make sure you’ll survive.” but snow was selfish. he didn’t really care about your survival— he cared about what your survival meant to him. his mind was working overtime, scrambling for ways to calm you down.
“come closer.” he then ordered, seeing only one possible way to make you relax. it was tricky, but it had to be done. snow wasn’t going to let you ruin his life any further. you hesitantly approached him, settling onto your knees as close to the bars as possible, gazing up at him with a puzzled expression.
seeing the shimmering in your eyes, snow momentarily saw you as a human rather than a project— as someone just like him. but he quickly shook the ridiculous thoughts from his head. he wasn’t like you, and he never would be.
“do not make a noise. i’m here to help, okay? we need you to calm down if you want to win tomorrow.” you nodded, having no other choice but to let your mentor take control. after all, he knew what was best for you. oh, how lucky snow was to have such a naive girl as his tribute.
his hand carefully moved towards you through the bars, his eyes sharply glancing at the sleeping tributes, making sure they wouldn’t suspect a thing. you gasped when his fingers unexpectedly touched you between your legs, causing you to furrow your brows. snow reassuringly nodded at you, non-verbally letting you know that it was okay.
his fingers gently rubbed your cunt over your underwear, movements slow and careful, as if afraid to scare you away. when he noticed you gradually melting under his touch, he slid your panties to the side, his signature smirk growing when he felt just how wet you already were.
with a focused expression on his face, his digits carefully slipped into your dripping entrance, stretching you out. your first instinct was to close your legs at the foreign intrusion by your mentor, out of all people. it felt wrong, your heart pounding in your chest as you worried about the other tributes hearing you. but when his fingers quickly found your sweet spot, your legs widened, craving for more.
“promise me you’ll do your best tomorrow.” he demanded, blue eyes fixed on your expression, feeling satisfaction as he watched you relax more and more. unlike you, snow didn’t feel that same sense of depravity. as always, he found ways to justify his actions, to make him sleep better at night. he was simply taking care of his tribute. isn’t that what he was supposed to do?
“i need you to say it.” he urged once more, his eyes narrowing as his fingers came to a halt and pulled out. you whined at the sudden loss of contact, your nearing orgasm slowly ebbing away as your eyes shot wide open. snow’s expression grew more stern this time, his usual charming and caring facade slipping for a split second.
“i will— i will do whatever it takes to survive! i promise i’ll do anything you tell me to!” you whispered desperately, eyes pleading for him to continue, hips helplessly wiggling. a satisfied, sly smile danced on his lips hearing the exact words he wanted you to say. he had you under his control now— you were his.
for my loves @riddleshire and @leona-hawthorne <3