#hunger games two

[offbrand-hunger-games]

The Bloodbath, Game #2

@fjord-the-narrator takes a sickle from inside the cornucopia.

@totally-ikea runs away from the Cornucopia.

@thatonedemigodfromseoul runs into the cornucopia and hides.

@cherrysandcats runs away from the Cornucopia.

@yejehehe4746 grabs a shield leaning on the cornucopia.

@duothelingo snatches a bottle of alcohol and a rag.

@that-stickfig-pheonix runs away from the Cornucopia.

@thehumanofjustice and @caseys-official threaten a double self-distruct. It fails and they die.

@harlequin3 , @definitely-supreme-court , and @that-sunny-pup work together to get as many supplies as possible.

@tim-the-silly-demon grabs a jar of fishing bait while @the-annoying-juniper gets fishing gear.

@raedioactive runs away from the Cornucopia.

@deputyclover runs away from the Cornucopia.

@kykafitzdinguss , @the-wax-winged-employee , @thatsteampunkphoxx , and @charlie-morningstar666 share everything they gathered before running.

@artsy-anonymous runs away with a lighter and some rope.

@issacthelazy runs away from the Cornucopia.

@sleepy-cantfuckingsleep runs into the cornucopia and hides.

@byabitcrazy runs away from the Cornucopia.

[admireforever]

Catching Fire

[ayo-edebiri]

The Hunger Games (2012) dir. Gary Ross

[screenshotsonpinterest]

All Sejanus Plinth did was be hot, sad, and sensitive with daddy issues and he got fucked over by a mediocre white man and honestly who hasn’t been there

[jjadmanii]

my roman empire is that literally everyone was realizing katniss was in love with peeta BUT peeta and katniss 😭

[its-tea-time-darling]

➸ The Ballad of Songbirds & Snakes (2023) vs. The Hunger Games: Catching Fire (2013)

Look at this. They're holding hands. I want them dead.

[dont-let-me-eat-pears]

Newt | Peeta

[charlunday]

Here your dreams are sweet, and tomorrow brings them true.

Here is the place where I love you.

@ofthegreekgods and I were talking about grandparents everlark, and we came around to "what if they had a little granddaughter with brown skin and curly black hair" and that emotionally hit hard. Then we talked about Katniss learning to braid her hair. Then we talked about the sentiment of maybe this time I get to protect you. So yeah, you get this.

[jam-campasta]

I finished the silly game trilogy and it made me Sad

[incarnateangelique]

A weirdly popular trope is the ‘I lost the baddest bitch and now I am a dictator’

To be fair if I fumbled Rachel Ziegler , Natalie Portman and the Zendaya Coleman I would crash out

[offbrand-hunger-games]

The Bloodbath, Game #2

@byabitcrazy and @totally-ikea fight for a bag. byabitcrazy strangles totally-ikea with the straps and runs.

@kykafitzdinguss gathers as much food as they can.

@thatsteampunkphoxx stays at the cornucopia for resources.

@catinasink kills @that-sleepy-pup (?) with a sickle

@fjord-the-narrator takes a spear from inside the cornucopia.

@the-real-google cannot handle the circumstances and commits self-destruct.

@yejehehe4746 snatches a sword.

@definitely-supreme-court sets an explosive off, killing @caseys-official, @sleepy-cantfuckingsleep, @the-annoying-juniper and @duothelingo.

@cherrysandcats finds a canteen full of water

@charlie-morningstar666 grabs a backpack, not realizing it is empty.

@tim-the-silly-demon convinces @the-wax-winged-employee to not kill them, only to kill the-wax-winged-employee instead.

@deputyclover grabs a shield leaning on the cornucopia.

@thehumanofjustice retrieves a trident from inside the cornucopia.

@totally-bing grabs a backpack, not knowing it’s empty.

[admireforever]

Catching Fire

[casualhedonists]

“slut!” ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

pairing: academy!coriolanus snow x reader

warnings: nsfw (18+), sub! and possibly virgin!coryo, handjobs, edging/orgasm denial, degradation, name calling (reader calls coryo a slut) very mild dacryphilia, also v mild corruption kink, overstimulation, also reader gets coryo to taste his own cum idk what else to call it <3

a/n: thought abt calling coryo a slut and this happened <3 i have nothing else to say for myself

“Slut.”

The word slipped from your lips, smooth like honey.

“What?” His eyes darted to yours. Your hand, nestled in his pants, slowed its movements, and his lips parted in a plea.

“You heard me, Coryo. I said you’re a slut.”

You didn’t miss the ragged breath of air that he exhaled, or the twitch of his cock as you stilled your hand entirely. He whimpered, red faced in shame.

Poor thing. Poor, desperate Coriolanus Snow.

“Who’d have thought? The academy’s brightest star, the golden pupil, putting out on the first date.”

His eyes squeezed closed. You hummed.

“What did we say about that? Eyes on me.”

He obliged.

“This is a date?” He breathed after a beat, brain playing catchup.

“It’s whatever you want it to be, handsome.”

Your hand moved faster as you saw him get more comfortable with the pace; you couldn’t be having that. Not when he’d started to pick up a very vexing little habit of deliberately contradicting any point you made in rhetoric class, glancing over at you with a self-congratulatory grin that had you aching to make him cry.

You'd asked him over to study, which he'd almost fallen for. Led him to your couch, made him believe you'd let him take whatever he wanted, then flipped the tables.

“That feel good? Is it too much?”

“Mm.” Was all you got out of him as you picked the pace up, thumb pushing over the tip.

“So wet for me, Coryo. Like a fucking girl.”

“Don’t-"

“Oh? So you want me to stop? Okay.”

Your hand stilled again, moving your hand as if to take it out of his pants.

“No. What? Don’t… don’t stop. Keep going.”

“You know, nobody’s gonna believe you’re as well-bred as you claim you are with manners like those.”

You'd overheard Highbottom's taunts once. Kept it to yourself, but made the occasional low blow of your own when he pissed you off. His eyes shone in an angry defiance. You stood your ground.

“Please.” He looked at the floor.

“Please what?”

“Please, keep going.”

You smiled.

“Good boy.”

When you spoke the words, he visibly relaxed, but a frown etched across his face when you wrapped your hand back around his cock, but didn’t move it. He looked down, then back at you.

“What?” You blinked innocently.

“You’re not… please. Don’t be fucking mean.” He repeated pathetically.

“I don’t know, Coryo. My hand’s getting a little tired.”

“Because you’ve been edging me for half an hour.” He gritted. You laughed, cruel.

“So dramatic. If you’re gonna be ungrateful like that, then fine. I won’t move a muscle.”

He sighed, ragged and heavy. He didn’t move.

“Don’t tell me you’re shy now. All I’m asking for is a little bit of effort. Fuck my hand, Coryo. You can do that, can’t you?”

His blue eyes bored into yours, but you weren’t falling for his tricks. Your free hand gently turned his chin to you, and you moved in, soft kisses peppering his jaw.

You squeezed the base of his cock a little, enough to make him pull in a sharp breath.

“Move.” you commanded, voice no louder than a whisper, but harsh.

He obliged. Slowly, at first, shame all too clear on his face, but he noticed the look on your face when you glanced down to see his hips rocking up, fucking into your fist under his pants, and lost himself a little more.

He saw the way your legs pressed together sat next to him, hips shifting uncomfortably as he found a rhythm, and lifted his hand to touch your thigh. You batted it away.

“No touching.” you scolded.

“But…” he trailed off, eyes longing.

How cute.

“No buts, either. Are you close?”

He nodded. Shame slowly starting to melt away.

“Good. You can move faster, Coryo. Can you make yourself cum like this?”

He moved faster, and let out a half-laugh, more like a strung-out sigh. As if to say, are you kidding?

“Does that feel good? Use your words, baby.”

You felt him twitch again, wet sounds filling the room as he moved, a cruel satisfaction filling your head.

“Yeah. It feels... fuck.”

“Look at you,” You mused, “Fucking my hand like a desperate slut. You’re this close and I’m not even doing anything.”

This time, when you said the word, he whined. He sounded delirious, and you soaked it up, basked in it. Hungry for more.

He was getting desperate now, needy and careless. Rutting into your hand like a fucking virgin.

You wondered if he was, and it made your torturing him all the sweeter. You let your mind wander, thinking about all the things you could introduce him to. So perfect, so clean cut. You wanted him frayed at the edges, torn at the seams, coming undone for you.

He got loud, whimpers building into cries as you started to move your hand again, tight and mean, brushing over the tip carelessly rough, desperate to see him fall apart. His words were broken and ragged.

“That’s… shit. I think I - can I? Please. I’m-”

He cut himself off, mouth falling open, eyes slipping shut in bliss. You could feel how close he was, hard and heavy in your hand. When his hips gave in, stuttering and tired, you sped up your motions, eyes never leaving his pretty face as he started to crack.

“Cum for me, Coryo. You’ve earned it.”

When he fell, he fell to pieces. You memorised each broken sound he made, every whine and gasp, knowing they’d be replaying in your head for a very long time to come. He came hot and sticky into your palm, and you kept your hand moving until he was trembling from it, until he winced.

You looked back at his face, eyes still shut, and a single tear had slid down his cheek. You pressed a gentle kiss to his open lips, and another to his cheek, tongue dipping out reflexively to trace the tear stain, salty in your mouth but sweet like satisfaction.

He was still catching his breath, and you shifted your hand out of his pants, smirking to yourself as he hissed a little.

You lifted it to his face, your clean hand holding his chin, and the other one bringing two dripping fingers to his perfect, parted lips.

“Now suck.”

a/n: idk WHO to tag since this is my first coryo fic i’ve posted since attention?? and my tag list is just for attention rn? think i need to do a few separate ones, we’ll figure something out. as always feedback keeps my world spinning around. ily 🤍🤍

[waywardangel-wilds]

Can we talk about how Gale having that conversation with Peeta about who Katniss will choose is a sign that, in a way, Gale has retained some innocence or naïveté that Peeta and Katniss had long lost by then. That’s the only thing that makes any sense to me, because Katniss and Peeta’s minds were in completely different galaxies and Gale was still thinking silly teen boy thoughts.

[thegreenthepeacetheorange]

This was a crazy thing for Katniss to say actually:

"No one has held me like this in such a long time. Since my father died and I stopped trusting my mother, no one else's arms have made me feel this safe."

[loonarmuunar]

Very very messy sketch of how I see Katniss and Peeta,,