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snowsinterlude · 5 months

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❛ 📖 - admit it.❜

(coriolanus x f. reader)

summary: no matter what coriolanus would tell you, you'd never admit that you felt something for him other than hate. or at least you thought. based on this ask

c.w: enemies to lovers but both are in love, smut, nsfw, hate fucking in the beginning, classroom sex, humiliation, degrading, p in v, overstimulation, dumbification, choking, fem reader, oral recieving (m. recieving), dom coriolanus.

you and coriolanus snow had a very strange relationship, to say the least. you were one of the main things he genuinely smiled to. you, on the other hand, prayed to god that he would choke on his bread and die.

or so you thought.

the more you said you hated him, the more your brain seemed to think about him. his gentle tone of voice when you debated with him seemed to make your heart heavy with each beat. the way he never seemed angry at you even when you cussed him and cursed his entire generation. or even the way his knee brushed against yours when you both had to sit side by side in the library.

hands on the desk, you gathered your things as the entire class vanished with the blink of an eye, only to be surprised with him leaning in on you, his hands grabbing the desk as there seemed to be a spark on his eyes while his lips curled up in a smirk, a devious smirk you wish to choke out of him.

"what are you doing?" you asked, angrily frowning at him.

"i'm trying something new." he said, towering over him.

"try it on someone else." you said, shoving your books into your bag and zipping it up.

"stop being so stubborn. i just need you to tell me the truth." he said, supporting himself on the desk in front of you as he pushed you to sit, kindly. it seemed like there was no violence on his being when it comes to you.

"what truth? the truth that i want to choke that dumb smirk off your lips?" you said, almost barking at him as you looked up to his eyes. of course. if you looked at the part of his body that was facing you, you would be damned.

"no, dear. the truth that you like me. like, actually like me." you gulped down, looking up at him before standing up abruptly.

"if that's what people are telling you then you should find a better brain to stop believing in that shit." you said right to his face, turning your back on him and walking away, only to be stopped in your way as he grabbed your arm and pushed you back, the surprise taking over your expression as your face met his chest.

"no one told me, dear." he said, looking down at you because of the size difference. "no one other than you, actually."

oh.

what?

"when did that happen? and where? in your dreams?" you asked, voice filled with loathe. ah, he found you so pretty. such a cute face.

"no. yesterday."

"yesterday i slapped you."

"yeah, but do you remember what you said?" he asked, taking the lead and to courage to kiss your forehead, your cheek, then your neck. you shivered, being held by his hands as yours pawed on his chest.

"stop that- that's a lie. i never said that!" you debated, trying to get away from him. luckily for him, you didn't even try your hardest.

"i'm gonna ask you again, okay? try to clear up your memories." he said "what did you told me yesterday, alongside with the lines 'get out of my head'?"

you flinched as you remembered. yesterday was the announcement of the hunger games, you remembered drinking a bit too much posca.

"...please tell me i throwed up on your shoes." you pleaded, eyes closing shut.

"much worse, dear." he chuckled. "you told me 'i can't stop thinking about you, day and night i crave for the moment i'll be on top of you, choking you while i-" you interrupted him with a slap on his face, your eyes welling with shining tears.

"i got it. stop talking." you said, gulping down the humiliation. you got out of his hold, stepping away and trying to leave, only to be prevented again. "let me go, please."

"it seems like i can't do such a thing, dear." he said, kissing the knuckles of your hand.

"why? aren't you done humiliating me?"

"no, it happens to be that i am also desiring for you to do that." he said, and you knew what he was referring to. "but it seems like i want to hear you say something, too."

"thus being..?" you arched your brow

"say you love me." he said, in a purr

"no. never. i don't." you tried to pull away. not strong enough.

"you do. admit it." and you said don't, only for him to say "let me do only one thing, then" you didn't say anything for the first time. didn't fought back, didn't debated, and he smiled, kissing you deeply and holding you by the waist.

you gave in completely, his lips kissed yours non-stop, peck after peck, kiss after kiss, and when you noticed, you had your legs wrapped around his waist, trying to get some friction while he sat you on a desk, you mewling as he sucked on your boobs and kissed your sensitive neck.

"snow, snow- stop it. please. s-somebody will come in and-" another moan, this time due the way his teeth bite your nipple kindly, sucking on it.

"and they will see that you're so in love with me you didn't even held back to open your legs." he teased, kissing your lips as you stared at him, a trembling frown on your forehead. "on your knees."

you obeyed, almost in a trance. yeah, it had to be a trance. some kind of hypnotic trick he did on you, because the way you melted when seeing his cock made your brain wash away every coherent thought as you sucked his tip, licking the pre cum of his angry cockhead.

"god, you're so eager, i didn't even need to tell you what to do." he chuckled, caressing your hair as you kissed the tip before engulfing all you could into your pretty mouth, the sounds you made on his dick driving him crazy with the unknown need he had to have you sucking him, looking him with that angry and needy stare you gave him.

you were irresistable to him. a need that he didn’t knew he needed. the seconds went flying as you bobbed your head on him, holding his hips as he fucked your throat just as eagerly as you.

he pulled you away, preventing himself from cumming on your mouth.

"ready to admit it?"

"coriolanus, i don't love you." you said, as breathless as he was.

"you just sucked my cock and you're gonna say you don't have the tiniest bit of affection for me?" he arched his brow, chuckling as he got you sat again, panties drenched with your wetness as you opened your legs without him even telling you to. "and yet you still spread your legs apart to show me just how wet you are." he said, pecking your lips again with a devious smile. "what a dirty girl we have here, huh."

you mewled at the feeling of his tip teasing your clit, your pussy was just too wet for your liking. when he pulled your panties aside, being met with your cries-without-tears and the glistening view of your wet cunt, he laughed, frowning at you as his thumb teased your sweet clit.

"and here i was thinking this thing of 'your body tells the truth' was wrong." he said, looking at your flustered face. "dear, your body is telling me what you don't."

"i don't love you, it is just a physical common reaction t-to intimacy." you groaned, feeling your gummy walls meeting the tip of his cock. "fuck-!"

"what is it? i thought you said something." he teased you. "you know, i guess i can't hear you because of all those wet sounds your cunt is making." he said, grunting when he went all the way into you.

it felt so good. your brain was a mess. you were a mess. everytime he thrusted back and forth into you your moans couldn't be stopped, and his soft groans and grunts and the way he talked so dirty about how wet and nasty you were, your pussy clenched more on his cock. god, it was so good. it felt so good. his tip kissing your cervix just the right way, finding your pleasure spot and hitting it multiple times when he noticed how good you seemed to be feeling.

however, fucking in missionary was making you feel a terrible sensation that you would end up saying-

"i-i l...love you- f-fuck, coryo! i love you!" you cried out, every deep thrust he gave you making you melt into a mess of moans and cries of love. his eyes shone, meeting your crying teary ones.

"repeat it? i think i didn't heard you right." he teased, licking your tears.

"i love you! stop- stop making me say that-! ah, it's so deep-!" you moaned, fucking your hips on his moving ones. he chuckled, kissing your temple.

"i love you too, dear." he said, looking into your eyes and kissing you, and with all the love you denied him, you kissed him back. "i love you more than you'll ever know." he said again.

once again, his dick touched the one spot that pleasured you the most, making you came around his cock, crying while your eyes shone at the sight of his cock so deep into you that you immediatly melted away again, your pussy gushing and tightening around his cock while he throbbed, cumming inside you.

finally, you admited it. and he was more than happy to call you the future mrs. snow.

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lovesickeros · 8 months

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☆ even the gods bleed [ pt 2 ]

{☆} characters furina, neuvillette {☆} notes cult au, imposter au, multi-chapter, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings none {☆} word count 1.9k {☆} previous [ 1 ]

This had to be a punishment of some sort – some kind of divine punishment.

She was bored out of her mind just watching the sleeping body – she hadn't blinked once in the past five hours, her eyes were really starting to hurt. Yet they still hadn't moved so much as an inch since she sequestered them away to the only place she had known to be safe.

But it'd been almost a week since then.

The only solace she found was that Teyvat had seemed much less hellbent on collapsing in on itself like a dying star.

That counted for something.

Not much, but something!

..Even if their position was no better then it was a week ago.

There was, after all, still the issue of what to do about the false Creator – the actual imposter – and the Archons following them like blind lambs. The other Archons wouldn't listen if she tried to reason with them, and it would only risk the life of Divine One if she spoke of their location to anyone else.

She also was pretty fond of having her head still attached to her shoulders.

So she avoided them all together. Partially because she wasn't sure she wouldn't have a breakdown at the sight of them..she'd never been a fighter, and fighting an Archon? Easy pass.

Instead she was forced to babysit the sleeping Divine until they woke up while Neuvillette handled taking care of the nation and dealing with the other Archons – and by extension the false Creator.

Really though, she would almost think them dead if not for the subtle rise and fall of their chest.

Though..this also left her with a lot of time to herself. A lot of time to think.

She really didn't like it.

There wasn't a lot to occupy her mind and what little there was only distracted her for a scant few moments before her eyes drifted back to the Divine like she was locked in their orbit, unable to escape.

She closed the same book for the twelfth time – she kept count – and returned it to it's meticulously designed place within her bookcase. A low, barely audible huff of frustration escaped her lips before she could bite it down, her stare boring a hole into the body of the Divine One with a sharp intensity she rarely showed.

She was tired, bored and constantly on edge, fearing that at any moment someone would find out about their presence here.

That, at the drop of a hat, she would be powerless to stop the greatest tragedy of her time play out before her eyes.

Neuvillette would have scolded her for being so petulant, especially around the Divine One, if he were here.

But he wasn't.

He was out running her nation, instead.

And what was she doing? Nothing!

She grit her teeth, nails digging harshly into the palm of her hands as she took a deep breath – now was not the time to think about that. She had..much more pressing matters. Sulking and letting her thoughts spiral helped no one, least of all herself.

Yet her attention was caught by a harsh inhale, the rustle of fabric – were they finally waking up? She was exhausted, but it all vanished at the sudden drop of life within the otherwise deathly still body of the Divine.

Her eyes followed the subtle twitch of their fingers, watching as their brow furrowed and their features twisted in something almost like..pain.

..She wasn't ready.

What was she supposed to say?

Should she even say anything? Would that be considered impolite? Does she wait for them to speak first? Should she kneel? Bow?

She doesn't get much time to find her own answer before their lashes flutter, chest heaving with every strangled breath. Every single thought vanishes from her mind the moment she meets their eyes.

For a long, silent moment she thinks that her heart must have stopped.

Their eyes glow like the cresting of the sun over the horizon, painting the world in hues of gold – yet it also reminded her of the dipping of the moon below the waves, casting the briefest, most gentle of lights upon the world engulfed in darkness. In the depths of their eyes was the birth and death of stars in the infinite cosmos – glittering stars in a sea of empty, blank space that left her feeling lightheaded and breathless.

Beneath the splendor is a spark of recognition in their eyes so vibrant it was like a shooting star piercing through the dark night sky, leaving nothing but the wonder in the eyes of the observer as the only proof it ever existed – brilliant in it's beauty, however brief.

It is the most beautiful thing she has ever seen.

"Focalors?"

The lilt of their voice nearly made her knees buckle beneath her – euphoria so consuming it left her feeling she was starving swallowed her whole, her mind blanking in a moment of utter bliss. It was..an indescribable feeling that she doubted she could ever hope to put into words – not in a way that could properly express it, try as she might.

She swallowed the words that threatened to spill from her lips – she couldn't make a fool of herself. Not in front of them of all people. She'd never forgive herself.

"Divine One," She rasps, clearing her throat and covering her mouth with a hand to mask both her nervousness and the small smile that creeps across her face. She quickly regains her composure, hand resting on her hip as she puffs out her chest with every bit of pride she can manage. "I am sure you must be confused, but worry not– your most loyal acolyte has seen the truth!"

The silence is deafening.

She opens one eye, peaking at the bewildered and almost distraught expression of the Divine.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

That..she was not prepared for. Surely they knew who they were! Surely they knew. They had to– she's been praying to them for as long as she's breathed, she's dedicated every hour of her life to living up to their ideals, they can't just–!

"Lady Furina?"

Neuvillette, thankfully, spares her the embarrassment of having a meltdown in front of the Divine, the gentle rap of his knuckles against the door making her and the Divine pause, the soft lull of his voice soothing her nerves and yet setting her on edge at the same time.

"Neuvillette." She clears her throat again, her steps hurried as she marches to the door and pries it open none too gently, a forced smile pulling at her lips. She wastes no time tugging the man into the room, shutting the door behind him with a short huff. The silence is, somehow, even worse then before as the three of them stare at each other in absolute exasperation.

Neuvillette, for his part, manages to get his act together with a sharp clearing of his throat, bowing so low even she looks unnerved. She steals a brief glance at the Divine, and she's taken aback by the uncomfortability twisting their features into a grimace.

Their expression is schooled back into one of empty apathy when he stands back to his full height, but she saw it – she knows she did! Did they not like their worship? Were they not respectful enough? For a moment, she feared the Divine would smite Neuvillette down on the spot..but they just stared at him like he was a ghost.

"Why aren't you killing me?"

The defeated, resigned tone combined with the way their voice cracks makes her heart ache in her chest – it feels as though her entire world is crumbling down at her feet, and she cannot explain why she feels such emotions so strongly, but it is suffocating. It is almost as if Teyvat itself is weeping, bearing down upon her shoulders like a heavy weight.

She feels the urge to weep herself, but she powers through, gritting her teeth long enough for Neuvillette to take his place at the side of her – though it feels more like their – bed, kneeling like he was going to pray.

"Divine One," He offers a hand with a quiet rumble of his voice, the words slipping off his tongue like honey. It's like trying to soothe a stray cat..though she'd never voice such comparisons of the most Divine out loud. "I..we mean you no harm. I swear on my authority as the Iudex of Fontaine and Chief Justice that you are safe with us."

The skepticism she expected, but the reverence in which Neuvillette must convince them – or perhaps they are simply so tired that they simply did not care any longer if it was all some ploy to drive a knife between their ribs. She didn't expect them to actually place their hand in Neuvillette's.

He didn't either, judging by the way he visibly brightened – not that they'd notice, but she did.

..Not that she could really blame him, her heels clicking against the floorboards as she shifted her weight to the other foot with a nervous energy that was practically bursting at the seams, more then a little jealous of the attention he was receiving. She was the one who found them, she was the one who stayed with them the entire time..but he gets all the attention?

How unfair.

"O-of course! We would never lay a hand on our creator," She adds, her voice a little higher pitched then she would have liked as she placed her hands on her hips, puffing out her chest and brushing off the sting of jealousy. "Least of all I– your most loyal, most devout acolyte!"

She felt baffled when she heard the sound of their laughter, her shoulders hunching and her cheeks flushing on mere instinct – she was expecting mockery, but the look in their eyes, still dulled by a pain she cannot even begin to imagine, made her hesitate.

..It was, perhaps, the most genuine thing she'd heard from them ever since before the hunt began.

She wasn't sure why her heart hurt at such an idea, but it was enthralling to see the beginnings of a half hearted smile on their lips.

For a moment, her mask of theatrics was forgotten as she stared at them in a mixture of awe and adoration– and though she didn't look at Neuvillette, she could imagine he must've shared such an expression.

Had she any doubts that they were her Creator, that they alone were the most Divine..they would wiped clean now. There was no mistaking the way the world itself seemed to grow clearer as they glanced up at her like she was worth something.

For a moment, she realized how cold the false Creators gaze had been now that she has felt warmth so gentle it almost made her knees buckle beneath her. It felt like a pale imitation, now.

Nothing could compare to the warmth that spread through her body at the mere semblance of a smile upon their lips. She didn't even mind if it was her they were laughing at anymore, she just wanted to hear them laugh again.

She'd make a fool of herself, if she had to.

She'd never felt so..ravenous for such a thing, but just the briefest glimpse was addictive.

She simply couldn't help herself from striding across the room and clasping their free hand in her own, her smile wide enough to unnerve as she leaned her weight onto the bed. For a moment, she considered pulling away at the way they startled, but her mind was made up by then – there was no going back.

"Again."

#sagau #genshin sagau #self aware genshin #genshin impact sagau #self aware genshin impact #fic tag #neuvillette #focalors #furina #dont ask what happened here idk #this was. also supposed 2 be neuvi focused and then i.#dont talk 2 me abt focalors i wont ever shut up #got a 300k word essay on hand abt how i feel abt her character/how i interpret her personality and her story #focalors jsut like me fr fr (cries at the slightest inconvenience or the slightest mean comment)#shes so pathetic girlfail im gonna chew on her #what happens when reader gets stuck with two emotionally repressed french bastards?? hell #neuvi is the “emotionless” flavor of emotionally repressed in that hes HORRIBLE at showing emotions at all #ask him to smile and its incredibly unnerving and theres too many teeth but hes trying his best please call him pretty or he will cry :(#furina is the flavor of emotionally repressed where she makes it up by having Too Many emotions #using theatrics and masks to show everyone what they want to see but inside this girl is a MESS #constant anxiety and panic 24/7 #will do random shit and look at you and if u dont compliment her she will think u hate her and cry #compliment her and she'll do even stupider shit to try and impress you more #i love my scrunkly little babies they r so stupid and mentally ill someone get these bitches some THERAPY #i want 2 put them under a microscope #watch this be ooc fr furina when more of her lore drops if shes not girlfail im leaving #anyway see u in a week im going on a trip ill get back 2 u in 6-7 business days

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