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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 )

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

HUNGER GAMES REQUESTS OPEN ˙⋆✮ —

who is write for —

Coriolanus Snow, Haymitch Abernathy, Johanna Mason, Lucy Gray, Sejanus Plinth, Katniss Everdeen, Peeta Mellark , Finnick Odair, Effie Trinket, Tigris Snow, Plutarch Heavansbee

˙⋆✮ All my usual rules apply

Capitol Punishment Masterlist

Haymitch Abernathy x Reader ~ Completed (before SotR)

Summary: The Capitol continues to torture it’s victors no matter how long ago they won through punishment, exploitation, and worst of all; their relationships. 

A story in which Haymitch’s lover is a plaything for the Capitol. 

Warnings: Canon level violence, , inconsistent with SotR lore, rape (though not explicit at first), alcohol, murder, systemic poverty, exploitation, rebellion (?), more reliance on movie than book, suicidal thoughts, swearing, pregnancy, miscarriage

The 67th Hunger Games

Prologue | Prologue (II)

The Hunger Games: 

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V

Catching Fire:

Part VI | Part VII | Part VIII | Part IX | Part X

Mockingjay:

Part XI | Part XII | Part XIII | Part XIV