#celeste writes thg

[murdrdocs]

coriolanus snow who likes the chase. suggestive 17+

he likes to kiss you stupid, having you pressed against a tree not far from the lake lucy gray and the rest of your family had showed him. a hand above your head, the other at your waist. and then he likes to pull back, your eyes closed as you bask in the kiss. he nips at your earlobe, maybe kisses along your neck, and just when your legs start to part and you begin to expect more, he growls in your ear.

“run.”

your eyes open, you stare at him trying to gauge how serious he is, and once you see that his blue eyes are mostly clouded with sincerity and adrenaline (a bit of amusement woven in them) you take off into the woods.

your feet patter against the earth, your voice lets out squeals and shrieks of joy as you dodge branches and jump over sticks.

coriolanus gives you a head start. he counts to ten, he even waits a few extra moments, and then he’s following you. he’s dodging trees and branches with a little more accuracy and speed, training having treated him well. but you’re still fast.

your mistake, though, lies in your over enthusiasm. you’re too loud, too giggly, and you risk looking far too often.

you’re hiding, coriolanus knows that, but he’s a little stuck on where. that’s until he hears a giggle come from his right, and when he casts his gaze that way, he catches a glimpse of your head hiding back behind the tree.

he’s got you now. stealthily approaching you, keeping his breathing steady and avoiding as many twigs as he can, and you’re looking the other way around the thick tree when he catches you.

you squeal when he pulls you back against his chest, but you don’t bother thrashing around. most times, coriolanus prefers when you try to resist. when you break free and run a few paces only to stumble to the ground, making it easier for him to fall above you and take you there.

either way, he enjoys when he’s able to claim his prize. he likes having worked for it. and he especially likes how you let him claim it, how you give it up by parting your legs and allowing him to lift your skirt with minimal to no protesting from you.

#coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow x reader #coryosworld! #celeste writes thg #coriolanus snow x you #coriolanus snow smut #coriolanus snow fluff

[smuttyfantasyrecs]

Finnick Odair

🦋 saber tooth 🦋

@murdrdocs

🦋 swallowing 🦋 desperation 🦋 possessive 🦋 survival instincts 🦋

@pinkandblueblurbs

#finnicksworld! #celeste writes thg #finnick odair x reader #finnick odair smut #the hunger games smut #finnick odair x you #finnick odair #the hunger games

[laniakeabooks]

So. I'm sure you've all heard of Lightlark by Alex Aster and are probably aware of the controversy and all the review-bombing around it. Naturally I couldn't help myself and my morbid curiosity pushed me to read it for myself.

Is this the worst book I've ever read? No. Is this the best book I've ever read? Not even close. Certainly not worthy of a six-figure paycheck and a movie deal before release... there are far more deserving books out there. My rating is 1.5 stars.

My biggest gripe with this book is the lazy naming. It'sso bad that I got the impression that Aster used these names as place-holders in her draft but never bothered replacing them with actual names. Here's what I mean:

Our Mary-Sue royal MC who spends the entirety of the book on an island - Isla Crown

Leader of a kingdom that draws their power from the stars - Celeste

Leader of a kingdom that draws their power from the sun - Oro (gold)

Leader of the Night Court, sorry, the shadow lands - Grim

Leader of the kingdom that draws their power from the sky - Azul

And the only leader who seemingly isn't named after her kingdom - Cleo... some tell me if the name Cleo is related to the moon somehow because I wouldn't be surprised

The names of the kingdoms... I'll let you guess from what each of them draw their power from - Wildling, Moonling, Sunling, Starling, Skyling, aaaand Nightshade (couldn't stick with the -ling suffix, huh?)

The stick-shaped relic that allows Isla to teleport through portals made of stars? Why that's the starstick of course!

Also the general writing choices... Aster seems to be obsessed with yolky eggs and also likes to describe objects/places using this template: adjective-y thing. Ex. The sun was a yolky thing, it was a cliffy thing, a temptress thing, a gleaming thing. Remember how in high school we were taught to avoid using the word "thing" in our writing? Yeah... guess Aster skipped that class.

Plot-wise... we were promised a mix of ACOTAR and The Hunger Games. Uhhhhh no. This is a rehash of Three Dark Crowns.

The only hint of ACOTAR you get is the copy-paste (but change the name) version of Rhysand that is Grim... and I have a sneaking suspicion Oro will turn into Tamlin in the sequel.

The Hunger Games element? Completely absent. There's no fight to the death... in fact it's made very clear that no one who's participated in the competition in the past 500 years has actually died and it's likely no one will die this time round either. The entirety of the book is spent following Isla walking around the islands looking for a relic that clearly doesn't exist. Massive waste of time.

I really wish we got to follow Celeste or Cleo. Their curses were far more interesting. The ocean dragging people to their death every full moon or cursed to die by the age of 25? Much more interesting than being cursed to kill your true love (I mean come on how many times has that plot been used in fantasy fiction?)

Another instance of lazy writing was the over-abundance of plot convenience. There's not one conflict that wasn't resolved through some magical relic/power/person never mentioned before.

Oh and if you hate the villain monologue trope... prepare yourself.

And of course the flase-advertising everyone has been on about. I didn't see any of Aster's tiktoks promising certain tropes (except for one where she gets overly-excited over a snippet of tepid dialogue that was indeed in the book), so I'll just stick to what we're promised in the synopsis and blurbs.

As mentioned before, this isn't ACOTAR meets THG. It's Three Dark Crowns with some changes to the political system and number of rulers.

Lightlark doesn't only appear every 100 years, it's always there (people live on it ffs) but the rulers of each kingdom can only visit every 100 years... I think. Idk it wasn't made very clear because Oro is the king of Lightlark and the starstick brings Isla anywhere so it's all very ambiguous.

Romance is a sub-plot and the love triangle came out of nowhere. I don't mind the lack of romance but as romance was promised and toted by Aster and all the authors that blurbed the book, it's misleading. I heard a lot of the tropes that were promised and didn't appear in the book were romance-related so just keep that in mind.

Most importantly: diversity. Bitch where? You get your token black character and token gay character all in one. And that's it. Bone app the teeth I guess.

Anyway, to me this book was low-stakes, lazy, and uncreative. I'm surprised I managed to finish it because I seriously considered DNFing it at the 30% mark, the 50% mark, and the 70% mark but I didn't want the rabid fans swarming my review and telling me I'm not allowed to have an opinion because I dIdN't ReAd It or that I dIdN't GiVe It A cHaNcE.

I read it. I finished it. It sucks. Goodbye.

[fatescattered]

⭐ ( sending for here too bc why not :')) )

@wiildroses | send a " ⭐ " for muses i'd throw at yours! | accepting

leif & paige. plant friends!!! i can totally see them getting along, and leif's chill personality would be a good contrast to paige's. ALSO i could mayhaps bring back celeste to write with him too 👀

karen & honey. i don't have a specific idea for this one, but idk i just feel like they could be an interesting dynamic?? esp with karen being good at science, that would definitely catch honey's eye and have her approach her to be friends :') totally oblivious to the whole plastics thing - OR we could even have them be friends before she joins the plastics thing and it kinda makes things awk for them :)))

coraline & bianca. two detective girlies who have Very different takes on the supernatural :) i feel like they'd be good foils to each other and it'd probs lead to a lot of butting heads, but ultimately they're always here for a scoop.

katniss & eleanor. i just remembered i have a thg verse for el (that idek if i ever used) BUT could be interesting to plot out!

sunny & isobel. i just really wanna write with sunny ok, i love her. and i haven't gotten a chance to write isobel yet, but i think they could work! isobel's a fortune teller, so maybe she could give sunny some insight into her past lives. and isobel defs needs someone to smack some sense into her re:her cheating bf, so sunny needs to step up!

bonus: donny & megan. listen i miss them and we should 100% write them again js.

#wiildroses #( ooc ask ) #i cannot answer one of these without suggesting to bring back old muses #we just have too many good dynamics ok ://

[murdrdocs]

coriolanus snow who pretends he hates pleasuring you. fem! reader

he pretends when he fucks you, and you're moaning all prettily and squeezing around his cock, the euphoria he feels is of pure nature only. he tells himself it's solely because he's still a young man, not long ago was he a teenage boy, and there's no greater joy to him than getting his dick wet. he wants to believe that he's just addicted to your cunt based off of primal desires, the sheer obsession of the pleasurably mind numbing feeling of driving his dick in and out in a rhythmic dance.

yet, how can he pretend he doesn't enjoy it when he's willingly pleasing you in ways that give him absolutely no physical gratification, besides the occasional desperate grind of his cock into the mattress. there is no self deception whenever he's just as obsessed, maybe even more, with getting you off on his tongue as he is with getting you off on his dick.

and at times, he begrudgingly reminds himself that he wasn't always like this. he reminds himself of his old refusals and denials. he once lacked any desire to position his face between a woman's legs, which would almost completely cover the feature he was most proud of. he believed it would be a waste, an act he would only deliver in hopes that the service would be returned upon him thereafter. after a few occurrences, he found himself caring less and less about getting his own dick sucked and more about discovering how many times he can lead you to the highest form of pleasure by work of only his mouth.

it became something he was proud of, something that boosted his ego, something he could boast about to you as he threw in his favorite term of endearment ("my girl"). and it all started when you pointed out the size of coriolanus' nose and lips, almost slyly hinting at what he could accomplish with his features.

#save me white boy with big nose and big lips! #coryosworld! #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow x you #coriolanus snow smut #coriolanus snow #celeste writes thg

[murdrdocs]

cw stepcest ; MDNI

coriolanus snow who has hated all of his fathers wives' kids up until crassus proposes to your mother.

suddenly, coriolanus doesn't want to be an only child anymore. suddenly, he's fine with having someone around his age in the house other than tigris. suddenly, he has an interest in sibling bonding, especially when he manages to convince you to bond with him with your legs caging his head between your thighs.

when he loses himself in your cunt. he reminds himself that your parents aren't even married yet. when your nails scratch his scalp and he moans around your folds, he reminds himself that there's 35 more days until the big day. when you beg for him to make you cum, he reminds himself that even then, you aren't really related.

and even so, whenever his father boisterously claims that you're all a big happy family now, coriolanus decides it doesn't really matter because your pussy is too addicting to let social expectations ruin it all for him.

#coryosworld! #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow x you #coriolanus snow smut #coriolanus snow #celeste writes thg #cw stepcest

[murdrdocs]

tutor!coryo who is hired by your parents to get your grades up. you attend the academy, yet your behavior is as if you don't. with you spending time doing anything other than studying for exams, or paying attention in class, coriolanus has never thought much about you. other than when he felt like you were bringing shame to the academy's name. but your parents are offering good money and he would be a fool to say no.

tutor!coryo who thinks he's above it all, who thinks he's better than you. he's only a year older than you, but he believes he's more mature. he doesn't have as much money as your family, but he believes he has more class than you do and surely that's worth more than money. he assumes he hides it well, but when he explains concepts, it's condescending. he rolls his eyes if you don't understand something. he grits his teeth if he has to repeat himself. he thinks someone your age, with your money and status, should at least try, and if you start to argue the opposite, he has to hold himself back from snapping at you.

tutor!coryo who refuses to be attracted to you. your apperance is nearly perfect, clearly what you spend most of your time on, but your lack of effort in academics makes him absolutely refuse to even consider seeing you in that light. but, he can't help but think about you late at night, how your house clothes hug your body in ways the academy uniform can't. how you smell, and the smooth sound of your voice as you ask questions.

tutor!coryo who masturbates to the thought of you. suddenly, within his time of tutoring you, he's jacking off way more than he has since puberty. he's conjuring up memories of the way your button up was a little see through one day, and he caught sight of your red bra. he remembering the way your ass filled out the lounge pants you wore around him during your last session. he's thinking hard to rehear the sound of the groans you let out when you're frustrated, and repurposing them to attach the sounds to images of you taking his cock.

tutor!coryo who suddenly starts treating you a little nicer during sessions. just small things; little encouragements whenever you get something right, exercising more patience with you while you think about what he had just said, laughing at your jokes instead of telling you to stay on track. at first, he doesn't know why he's doing it, but then he rationalizes that it's because he wants to get his dick wet. that's all.

tutor!coryo who's treated hospitably in your home. your mother keeps him fed by putting in requests to the cooks, your father cracks bad jokes that actually make him comfortable, and you, eventually, keep his dick wet. sliding under your desk and using your mouth on him when your parents are home and in separate rooms. palming his dick with your red painted nails while you're both supposed to be reading something. sweetly asking him to stay a little while longer for dinner, which won't be ready for another hour and your work is already done. and when he asks what you can do to pass the time, you smile and lead him to your bed, throwing your shirt off on the way.

#coryosworld! #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow x you #coriolanus snow smut #coriolanus snow #celeste writes thg

[murdrdocs]

coriolanus snow who kisses like he’s trying to consume you. his lips are hungry and a tad too aggressive. they’re passionate, he kisses passionately. his hands, big and holding power within his palms, engulf your cheeks. his fingertips thread in your hair. one of his hands venture down and cup your jaw and with just a lift of your chin, his hand is slipping down to your jugular. when your lips still, his do too, and he gives a single kiss that is meant to soothe you. it works well enough for you to comfortably allow coriolanus to wrap his hand around the front of your throat like a collar. marking yet another form of possession off his list.

#coryosworld! #coriolanus snow x you #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow #tbosas #celeste writes thg #the ballad of songbirds and snakes

[murdrdocs]

coriolanus seems like the type of person to solve problems by fucking, fr. you’re mad at him? he’s gonna fuck you. no matter the circumstance.

god he so is

those nights when you’re stressed, pulling at your hair until it stands up awkwardly and frustratedly attempting to smooth it out to no avail. no matter what is is you’re stressed about, he pushes it out of your mind by pressing his lips to yours. and if you attempt to move away from him, he’s quick to slip a hand between your legs to prevent you from focusing on your previous thoughts.

if you’re even a little bit upset with him, he tries to sweet talk his way out. it doesn’t work, of course. you’re always one to stand up to him, one to never back down, and it’s why he’s obsessed with you. so that really leaves nothing else but for him to drop to his knees before you, yet not for you. he wants to get back on your good side, because he needs you by his side, but even as his mouth is pleasuring you he’s still too good to beg for forgiveness.

sex is practically the only conflict resolution he’s good at. he’s not good at talking things out, quick to get upset and spew out layered hateful rhetoric to you instead of calmly listening to your side. but he’s good at pushing his cock in and out of your walls in a slow drag that slowly melts away any annoyance from your mind, instead replacing your red-hued thoughts of his face with nothing but comforting white. the color of snow.

and luckily, his efforts extend to those times when you’re sad, possibly the worst of them all. coriolanus can handle frustration. he can handle you being upset with him. but seeing your eyes well up with tears and hearing you huff out ragged breaths makes him uncomfortable. it makes his chest tinge with something slightly different from physical pain and somehow worse.

his soothing words don’t work as well as he wants. you’re always too in your head. so he only knows to press his forehead against yours and slip a hand between your legs, pushing two fingers up into your slightly reluctant walls until your tears are either drying, or being produced with a completely different drive behind them.

#coryosworld! #coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow x you #coriolanus snow smut #celeste writes thg

[murdrdocs]

as much as we all love the buzz,,, imagine trying to get coryo to sneak around during academy hours for a lil make out sesh + pulling his hair 🤭

changed to the university bc ... college woop woop ! nd also his hair then 😁

there's just ten minutes between your classes and you plan to use them fruitfully.

there's energy behind your steps, driven by the desire to find the man you're desperately seeking. you round a corner, loafers clapping against the marbled floor of the University, and then you almost collide with someone's chest. you're close to mumbling a half assed apology, not even bothering to look up at your almost victim.

it's not until there are strong arms along your biceps to steady you that you glance up, a grin breaking out on your face when you see coriolanus snow staring down at you.

"hey, i was looking for you." it's all you manage to say before you're grabbing coriolanus by the pocket of his trench coat and pulling him down the hall. you throw a glance both ways, even giving it a second look before you pull him into a closet.

"what are you–? we can't. i have to go to class in," coriolanus looks down at his watch, new and shiny and certainly bought with plinth's money. just when he looks back up at you, you press your lips against his.

he's startled, not reciprocating at all. you frown, pulling back and lowering yourself back onto your heels, only to stare up at coriolanus in an attempt to decipher how he feels. his face is stony, cold, and you feel a little ashamed as you take a step back from him.

"i'm sorry, i–" coriolanus interrupts you before you can even fully begin.

your back presses against the wooden door, your lips gratefully press up into his. he slots a leg between your skirt, and he doesn't press the fabric against your center, instead letting his thigh hover a few inches away from your core.

his hand slots under your jaw, finger tips resting along your jugular while his thumb hooks under your chin, keeping your head angled as he wants.

your hand slots up into his hair, a territory that's typically been off limits when he has to go back in public. but now, he hums into the kiss instead of scowling against your lips.

and when he's kissed you breathless, he pulls back with disheveled hair, a few loose curls freely dangling outside of his pristine hair. he checks his watch almost uninterestedly and informs you, "we've got 5 minutes. make it count."

#coryosworld! #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow x you #coriolanus snow #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #celeste writes thg #tbosas

[murdrdocs]

cw slapping (once and not hard), fem!reader, MDNI

coriolanus makes you maintain eye contact while he's fucking you.

his eyes are big and blue and fucking piercing as shit. outside of the bedroom, you cover his eyes with your hand while you speak solely because you get distracted. but when you're fucking, his gaze is too heavy, it's too much. the way he looks at you and the way he's fucking you; so well that you sometimes question if your body truly is his.

your eyes close, or you'll turn your head away. but coriolanus refuses. he'll tell you to look back at him, voice breathy at first and then sterner when you disobey his first request. by then, it's an order. a command. one you know you'll regret ignoring. so usually, you follow it.

but there are the times where you're out of it, only focused on the pleasure coriolanus is giving you, and his words go in one ear and out the other too fast for you to comprehend them. it's then that his hand will squeeze your cheeks, he'll turn your head to look at him head on. and if your eyes are closed, he'll slap you. gentle enough to not leave a mark, but firm enough for you to quickly let your eyes fall open.

he'll smile at you then, leaning down to press his lips to yours in a kiss that's barely reciprocated (you can't do much when his cock is plunging in and out of your walls like this).

and he'll tell you, "i wanna see my girl when i'm making her feel good. alright?"

#coryosworld! #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow x you #coriolanus snow smut #coriolanus snow #celeste writes thg

[murdrdocs]

thinking abt borderline sex addict coryo after he loses his virginity to you. 18+ & tw for coercion

you were the first person he got a real taste of, and he’s quickly addicted. it’s quick that he’s doing what he can to get more. to have more of you. spending hours at a time at your place, neglecting his work so he can have you. neglecting his other base desires just for time with you. besides, the hunger in his stomach and the exhaustion tugging at his mind doesn't matter when you're there with a mouth and a cunt that can fix anything.

he will do whatever needed in order to have you. he begs sweetly, kissing your neck and shoulders. he makes propositions, saying if you fuck him this once then he'll let it go for another day. and sometimes, he has to convince you. sometimes, he has to coax you into taking it. he has to slide his hand along your pajama shorts and hold you close until you see the beauty of just giving in, telling him to "make it quick" so you won't be missing for dinner. your parents are just in the living room, having let him in since he said he left something and it would be quick. and it is quick, he fucks you until he cums up into you, a load he's been harboring for the entire day. and just when guilt starts to eat at him, when he thinks he truly forced you into it, coriolanus watches you fuck the cum back inside of you with two fingers, and stare up at him with big eyes as you plead that he stays for dinner, and after, too.

#... i might delete this idk #tw dubcon #dead dove do not eat #coryosworld! #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow x you #coriolanus snow smut #coriolanus snow #celeste writes thg

[murdrdocs]

coriolanus in the peacekeeper uniform + gaul's daughter 18+ (fem! implied reader)

coriolanus when he returns to the capitol, eager to be back home where the streets are neatly paved and clean. where the people are civil and speak proper. where their clothes are intricate and the complete opposite of dull. he's so ecstatic that he can't even begin to dread going to doctor gaul's as his first stop, especially not when he knows her daughter will be there.

"my kin in the only ways that matters," volumnia would always say, a proud smile on her face as she played with the neat ponytail that always sat at the back of her daughter's head.

it was sitting there when coriolanus saw you, brandished with a red bow that matched the top half of gaul's outfit, one similar to the one you wore. the ponytail and outfit are skewed now, a product of coriolanus' overeager hands.

he's had adrenaline pent up in his body. adrenaline that he usually got out by hanging out with lucy gray. but that's gone now. lucy gray isn't here.

but you are.

you're here with your legs spread, your ankles hooked behind his back, the heel of your sneakers digging into coriolanus' peacekeeper uniform. with each sloppy thrust into your sopping heat, coriolanus' cock grazes the red lace of your panties that he'd carelessly pushed aside. it's a delicious friction, it makes him shudder and dig his head into the crook of your neck. he's so deep within you, the curls at the base of his cock tickling your skin every other thrust, yet you want him deeper. you pull with your ankles, nudge at his shoulder, force your hips closer to his, all to communicate your carnal need.

coriolanus can't stop thinking about how good you feel. because you feel so good. there's no real distinction between your cunt and the one's back in the districts (pussy is pussy), yet coriolanus swears he can feel it. maybe it's because he's fucking pussy of the same socioeconomic class. maybe it's because with each thrust, he believes he's tainting you.

volumnia gaul's daughter, sweet and innocent and always quiet, now struggling to keep her moans to an appropriate volume. the two of you are already making enough noise as is, your cunt squelching at an obscene volume. the walls of gaul's lab does nothing to conceal the noises, and even if you're tucked away in a corner of the halls that rarely have traffic at all, coriolanus still can't help but tease the possibility of being found.

"think their opinion of you would change? hm? like mine has?" he's facing you head on now, the slope of his nose looking even more intense under the shadows that his hat creates. you wish he'd take it off, a previous plea of yours from before the encounter got to this point. but he denied, just more proof that in this moment, like this, he had control.

you don't respond, instead letting your head fall back and knock against the concrete. coriolanus seems annoyed, a particular harsh thrust dragging you up the wall. you yelp and coriolanus grins, his perfect pearlescent teeth shining at you. his hands dig further into the flesh of your ass underneath your skirt which has been flipped up to accommodate your sinful acts.

after giving you two more drives of the same intensity, he continues.

"i never thought you'd be able to take dick like this. who's been fucking you? or have you been fucking yourself? pleasing yourself while you think of me? is that it?" when you nod, coriolanus can't help but shockingly chuckle.

his eyebrows have risen, his eyes have gone wide, but you can't see any of this. you only see the cruel curl of his lips and the flare of his nostrils as he asks, "really?"

your nails, freshly manicured, scratch at the waterproof material of his uniform. it doesn't provide any place for you to grab onto, nothing to steady yourself. you whine, starting to become frustrated, and when coriolanus mockingly coos, you become embarrassed.

"please, coriolanus. i wanna see you."

"coryo," he snaps. "how many times do i have to tell you that?"

you're quick to correct yourself, repeating your request once more with the nickname woven in there placatingly, the fear that the use of his full name will pull him away from you completely stuck to your membrane.

feeling generous, coriolanus peels his hat away from his head and drops it at his feet, leaving you to stare straight into his bright blue eyes. they seem to have gotten brighter in his absence, shining with power and authority.

with the sex driven haze in your mind, you note that it's a good look on him. it's fitting.

#coriolanus snow x reader #coryosworld! #coriolanus snow smut #coriolanus snow x you #coriolanus snow #celeste writes thg #coriolanus snow x black!reader #peacekeeper!coryo

[murdrdocs]

thinking abt peacekeeper!snow needing asking you to sit on his face bc he heard abt it in the barracks but he never heard abt it in the capitol and now he cant stop thinking abt it and then he gets real messy and desperate w it🫠

he fiddles with his thumbs before asking you. his head ducked, a shyness he hasn't felt in a while clouding over his being. he picks at his hangnails, and instead picks at the loose threads of his uniform whenever you slap his hands away from their assault.

"your hands are pretty as they are, don't mess with them," you chastise easily, a teasing smirk woven in your words as you turn your head away from him. with your back facing him, you don't see him take a step towards you.

you jump when his hands press against your waist, then you melt back against his chest when he implants a kiss to your head. coriolanus opens his mouth to ask you, then he closes it and doubts himself, and then he remembers the stories from the other peacekeepers in the barracks.

the way they described it all. the girl above them using their mouth like that, in a way they didn't even know they would like. how she writhed and cried out as she ground her hips along their faces. usually, such crass talk would make coriolanus uncomfortable. but then, with the picture of you in mind, he couldn't stop listening. he filled in the images of you with their words, grateful that the other men would begin their recounts of their lewd endeavors when coriolanus was already tucked in bed with a blanket covering his crotch.

just the thought of bringing his imagination to reality makes him voice the idea to you. and it should be embarrassing how delighted he gets when you agree.

and it's better than coriolanus could imagine. never would he think he would enjoy intimate activities to be so messy, but he figures that he simply enjoys stripping away your own pristine and civilized nature and instead turning you into this: a pretty thing sat above him, cunt flushed against his mouth as you work yourself back and forth. your hands flail around helplessly with nothing to grab onto, coriolanus' curly locks that you hadn't even known to ever exist gone. instead, you dig your nails into his shoulders, the newly toned and newly tanned expanses of them providing enough stability for you to ground yourself. for your previously guttural groans of frustration to melt into pretty moans of pleasure.

your clit brushes against his nose with your movements and eventually, coriolanus realizes what the slight probe does for you. he grips your ass cheeks with his nails, both hands cupping as much of the flesh between his palms as he can, and he takes over. he brings you as tight against his mouth as he can, and works his tongue as well as he can against you. he moves his head, too, just enough to provide the friction from the pointy tip of his nose against the searching sensitive bud. all the while, his bright blue eyes never part from your frame. he refuses to look away for even a second. he refuses to blink, and when you look down, he has tears of desperation leaking down his face, only adding to the mess.

he wants to speak to you, to encourage you and praise you like you deserve. but his mouth is occupied, and he likes it like this, with you spewing out disjointed words that often don't make any sense.

"coryo, it's s'good. i – ah – you're so good at this, coryo. 'm so close. please, make me cum, coryo. i'll do whatever you want me to, just please don't stop."

and when you do cum around his tongue, wet and messy and oh so sweet, coriolanus commits the entire ordeal to memory, storing it somewhere deep where he'll never share the details with anyone else.

you're his to keep. only his.

#coryosworld! #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow x you #coriolanus snow smut #coriolanus snow #celeste writes thg #peacekeeper!coryo

[murdrdocs]

i wanna be the first girl that lets sejanus cum inside and hear him just keep whimpering out thank yous while he does it :(

sejanus is addicted to your cunt.

he can’t ever get enough, always desperately begging to fuck you just once more after a round. and each time, he has to will himself to pull out. his pretty face scrunches up, his blunt nails dig into your skin, you can see and feel his hesitation, and then he pulls out and instead cums on your inner thigh or stomach.

but then there’s this once, just this one time where he’s fucking you so good and so deep and you’ve been needing him more than usual so you hook your ankles behind his back and beg for him to cum inside. not like you need to beg, all it takes is one firm request and he’s doing what you asked for with one particularly punctuated thrust.

his babbles are almost incoherent, but nonetheless dizzying:

“thank you. thank you so much, baby. feels so good. you’re so good to me. you’re the first — ah — the first one who’s ever…” his words taper off without a true end as he buries his head in the crook of your neck, breath hot against your already blazing skin with each pant he takes. with an almost tranquil nature, you’re running your hand through his short dark curls and kissing his cheek and forehead, refusing to let up on your pressure at his lower back.

not like he’s complaining.

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[murdrdocs]

pls can you just imagine coriolanus dog tags dangling in ur face while he fucks you I CANNOT I NEED TO SIT DOWN

oh i can imagine it alright 17+

him parallel over you, held up by his strong arms on either side of your frame, caging you in. his skin is a little tanner in the light that enters from the small window by your bed. if you really squint and focus enough, you can see freckles along his shoulders from the afternoons spent outdoors.

like this––with his blue eyes softer and clearer than they'd been for the past couple of weeks, and a gentle smile on his pretty pink lips––the setting is almost romantic. the only aspects draining the romanticism from the scene is the obscene way your cunt squeals and squelches around his cock, and the constant silver nudge from his dog tags around his neck.

it has your head spinning, memories from earlier in the day when coriolanus had been similarly clad, except wearing garments that covered what you really wanted to see. then, you were only granted the sight of his torso, your eyes hungrily taking in everything that you could and eventually zoning in on the representation of his real business for being in twelve.

without the branding around his neck, you two would have never been brought together. you would have never been like this.

you bring a hand up and wrap your palm around the identification and bring him closer with it. it's not until a second later that you wonder if he'll be upset with your brazen display of ownership. but instead of narrowing his eyes and becoming upset, coriolanus smiles and leans down to press his lips against yours, just as he forces his hips against yours once more.

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