Silk Dragoness
So, we recently got a Caesar Flickerman Request. It’s...okay. I feel like the smut is a bit....yeah.
Request: The plot I came up with is that fem reader is a tribute from a career district so she likes the games and a crush on Ceaser. So she asks the stylist to make her a revealing and sexy outfit then she has her interview she flirts with him in a very sexual / suggestive way. Caesar accidentally gets a boner on stage which he has to hide somehow till he gets of stage. He then has sex with her backstage. There is an age gap cause reader will be 18 (oldest a tribute can be) and Caesar is in his late 50s at least in the movies
Warnings: Age gap, obsession, rough sex
Swathes of fabric were effortlessly draped over her torso as multiple stylists worked on her dress, pulling her arms in various directions while simultaneously testing swatches on her skin.
Her stylist Amarilla waltzed into the large room, her heels clacking on the floor as she walked towards her, clicking her tongue at the three junior stylists.
“No, No Never, No! Fuchsia? No. God, which one of you nitwits picked these colors? It’s like you’re blind to her complexion. Shoo, make yourselves scarce. It seems like I’ll have to do all the work myself.”
“Hello Amarilla.”
“Hello darling. Sorry to leave you to be poked and prodded at in the hands of those imbeciles. But fear not, I’m here now.” The stylist greeted.
“Aah, my knight in shining armor.” She said, rolling her eyes.
“Well, what can I say, you’ve discovered my secret identity.” Amarilla teased.
“So, what were you thinking? For my outfit?”
“I’m thinking something BOLD, ELEGANT, SEXY something that screams District 1. Something luxurious. Not like the past years’ outfits. I want you to be seen as a warrior, like a goddess made mortal.”
“And how do you propose to do that? Douse me in glitter like all the other districts?”
“Oh, ye of little faith. Just watch and wait.” The stylist said, smirking.
~
Bred to fight she’d watched the Games since she was a child. Her attention fixated on the heroic champions from her district who ruthlessly conquered the others, yet her gaze was drawn to the flamboyant man who made and broke tributes with a sly word or a well-placed comment.
As the years passed, his figure changed, his style became more colorful yet she found herself more entranced by his presence, his personality, his charm. With time he became more suave, coy on stage with a twinkle behind his eye, as if he knew a secret yet this served to intrigue her further.
Her desire to understand him, to learn everything about him from the very lilt of his voice to the curve of his spine consumed her waking moments. Even the night could never provide any respite. Yet, her desire fueled her.
Determined to meet the man she craved; she worked harder than any candidate before her. And when the opportunity to volunteer finally came, she snatched it, with eager fingers and a wide smile.
The day had finally arrived, after years of training here it was, the moment she’d waited for, the moment she’d trained for, dreamt about. She could almost taste it; it was so close yet so unbearably far. She was confident she’d snatch everyone’s attention in the dress she wore.
Taking a deep breath and steeling her nerves she moved towards her carriage, awaiting the gates opening.
~
His crimson eyes scanned through the tributes of that year. Young, boring adolescents sent to the slaughter like lambs in the stew he so deeply favored. After years of doing the same job, it started becoming more…routine, less thrilling than it was in his youth. The tributes were more or less the same, different faces but the same people reproduced over and over. The monotony made it impossible for anyone to stand out. Everyone was dressed in the same bright shades, the artists repeated styles in garish colors that were too flashy or ill-made. All in all, life had become boring. No one caught his attention anymore. He’d hoped that this year would be different but it was shaping up to be the same as the ones before.
Snapped out of his thoughts, he watched as the first tribute rode in, stealing his breath away from him. As if a goddess riding into battle on a chariot she held herself with confidence, raising her arms akin to a god summoning their hordes. She basked in the chorus of cheers. A goddess to her fanatics. Her body wrapped in shimmering beige with silver swirling lines standing out from the dress, from a distance it was almost blending in with her skin, making her look almost nude in her visage. Embroidered on the dress was the body of a crimson dragon, slithering and fire-y as it curled around her body before crawling up her neck and merging into a scaly high-neck, flaring behind her, forming a glowing red halo behind her head. The edges of her dress were a gradient of vermillion to beige, depicting a goddess bathed in blood, one who trudged through a field of martyrs.
Her hair was placed into an intricate style atop her head, giving a delicious view of her nape. The style was held together with sophisticated looking gold pins that looked dainty to the naked eye, yet only on closer inspection could one truly tell how dangerous they were.
The Master of Ceremonies was awestruck at the beauty before him. A picture of deadly elegance that called to a part of him long suppressed within the fanfare of the capitol. He felt arousal stir within him as he gazed upon the beauty enveloped in his colors, a mere coincidence that they’d both chosen crimson that year. As he convinced himself of the pure coincidence, she looked directly at him and smirked before turning her attention back to the crowd. Yes, this year would be one to watch, of that he had no doubt now.
He was startled out of his musings by the man sitting beside him, announcing the next tribute, he focused on his job, slightly struggling to ignore the beauty who demanded his attention.
~
Time flew quickly and soon he was once again before the cameras. He felt more in control, in his element as he basked in the attention the audience laved over him. After getting the crowd excited, he called forth the first tribute. The male from District 1 was the same as all the others had been. Arrogant, prideful and a desire to win, paired with a charming smile that made the ladies and gents’ swoon. After him, the next tribute was the fiery goddess herself.
“Aah next is our favorite tribute from District 1!”
Adorned in a silky-transparent dress that left little to the imagination with an off-the-shoulder sleeves and a plunging neckline that showed a hint of cleavage. If that was not enough to rush the man into an early grave her dress also had a slit that ended at her thigh, giving him a tantalizing view of her smooth legs. Her hair flowed down her back, swaying with every step she took, tempting him to wrap his fingers within her locks. He felt himself stiffen as she swayed towards him, smiling as she took in his gaze. His eyes traveled down her body, halting at a few places before moving on and before he knew it, she was standing before him, smiling teasingly.
“Hello Mr. Flickerman, you’re looking particularly charming. Is that a Carla Rye I see?”
“Aah, a flatterer with an eye for fashion, isn’t she just charming folks?” he said, preening at her compliment.
The audience roared with approval.
“Well, I only speak the truth Mr. Flickerman,”
“Oh please, my father was Mr. Flickerman, call me Caesar.”
“Caesar. Caesar. Caesar. Well, it’s a true pleasure to finally meet you.” She purred, almost caressing his name. As if by just saying his name she could almost taste him.
Hearing her say his name was almost criminal to his senses as her crimson lips curled around the syllables.
“-everyone was enthralled by your last outfit. So, tell us a little more about today’s outfit, you caught everyone’s eye with your dramatic entry at the Tribute Parade.”
“Ah, well it’s all thanks to my dear stylist Amarilla, she’s been truly incredible and her hands are simply magic.”
“Speaking of magical hands, I’ve heard your weapon of choice is a spear. A rather unique choice of weapon, wouldn’t you say?” “Oh Caesar, I’ve been playing with sticks since I was young. I know how to handle a rod, how to maneuver it to do my bidding and lastly, I know how to strike with it. My aim is deadly and I know how to get exactly what I want,” She said to him, eyes trailing his body before looking into his eyes, a smirk playing on her lips.
The innuendo was not lost on the older man as he re-adjusted his position, attempting to hide his growing erection from the younger woman. He knew she was toying with him and he planned on making her pay for it, soon.
Breathing through his nose, he moved on to the next question.
“Aah, a confident woman. How does it feel to be here? To be a tribute in the Hunger Games? Are you excited? Nervous? Anxious? Confident?”
“Oh Caesar, I’ve been dreaming of this day since I was a child. Being here, in front of you and all your wonderful people is truly a gift. It’s what I’ve worked so hard for. But I do have to admit, I’m a bit nervous than I expected.” She said bashfully, feigning nervousness
Seeing her nervousness, he held her hand within his, tingles running up his arm as he said, “There’s no need to be nervous.”
She smiled, leaning closer to the man in a show of seductive gratitude, exposing more of her cleavage to the man in the process. He felt his heart quicken and his moth becoming drier as she looked up at him through her eyelashes. A perverse image crossed his mind of her, on her knees with smudged lipstick and make-up running down her cheeks.
“Thank you,” she whispered breathily.
“So, you said you’ve been a fan of the games since you were a child. Do you have any favorite victor over the past years?”
“Oh I think I’d be lying if I said all the victors were my favorite but I do appreciate the ferocity with which they’ve fought in the games though I have to admit my favorite victor was Cashmere, she’s truly brilliant but I’d be lying if I said my gaze wasn’t stolen away by- oh I don’t think I should say-”
“Oh, you definitely should! Which victor stole your gaze away?” He asked, leaning in.
“Well, my gaze was stolen away by you, Caesar.” She confessed. The audience gasped and awed at the girl.
Taken aback by the girl’s confession he felt flustered and flattered. Taking a moment to compose himself, feeling his erection straining against his tailored trousers. The little minx knew what she was doing.
“Ha ha,ha. You flatterer.” He said, trying to brush off her confession as a mere joke, yet he saw a glint of sincerity in her eyes before it was quickly replaced by amusement.
“Some people call me foxy.”
“I’d call you a vixen.” He said under her breath before smiling at the woman and continuing with the interview, readjusting his pants to hide his erection from view.
~
The interviews after hers were pure torture. Having to suppress the urge to corner the sly minx and constantly re-adjust in his seat he finally finished the last interview, bringing the show to a close and wishing the tributes good luck.
As soon as the lights dimmed, he sauntered back-stage. A composed look on his face as he searched for the object of his new-found desires. He was about to ask someone about her where-abouts when he spotted her from the corner of his eyes. She looked directly at him, grinning slyly as she seductively turned, revealing her open back as she walked away, subtly beaconing him to follow.
Straightening his back, he calmly followed her. A predator to prey, though who was truly the predator one could only guess. He sped up his pace till he was so close to her that he could almost feel every curve of her body. Roughly curling his hand around her wrist, he whispered, “That’s enough running, little fox.”
“Who said I was running?”
“You’ve been a naughty little minx, teasing me in front of millions,” he whispered against her neck, taking in her scent.
Turning her around he pinned her against the grey walls of the little dressing room they found themselves in. Grinning at his display of dominance she taunted, “So? What are you gonna do about it?”
At her reply he merely smirked at the younger woman, a predatory look in his eye as he crashed his lips against hers in a battle of teeth and tongue. The pair fought, consuming each other in the kiss, one desperate the other dominant. A battle of the wills as he dominated her mouth, tasting her, teasing her, consuming her.
Pinning her hands against the wall he whispered, “What am I gonna do? I’m gonna punish you for teasing me then I’m gonna fuck you till you cant stand, till you can barely breathe, till all you can feel is me.”
She moaned aloud at his declaration, finally she’d be getting what she has always wanted.
“Such a needy slut.” He whispered before backing away. She looked at him, curiosity coloring her gaze as the distance between them increased.
“Well, since you love to perform in front of millions its only fair if you give me a show, isn’t it?” He said, smirking at the beauty.
Biting her lip, she looked at him through her eyelashes before humming and slowly peeling off the dress from her body, revealing her skin to him bit by bit till not a single stitch of cloth could be found on her body.
The older man languished in his need for her, gazing at the young woman who stared at him with equal desire, beaconing him to touch her. “What a pretty girl. So eager to do anything I command of you.” He said before crossing the distance between them and pressing her against the wall once again, devouring her mouth with his.
After the heated kiss he smirked at her before weaving his fingers within her hair and forcing her to her knees. “Now, pet. Would you like a little treat for being so obedient? For being a good little girl?”
“Yes sir.” She said, nodding her head eagerly. Satisfied at her reply he quickly undid his tailored pants and palmed himself before pushing his cock towards her lips.
She opened her mouth to have a taste when he tutted, slapping her face lightly. Startled by his action she looked up at him, questioning.
“Good girls ask for permission,” he stated simply.
Understanding his silent demand, she begged, “Please sir, please let me suck your cock. Please, let me be a good girl. Let me give you pleasure,”
Grinning, he told her to go ahead. She wrapped her lips around his cock, moaning at his salty-musky taste, taking her time in appreciating his unique flavor. She used her tongue to caress the vein under his cock before bobbing her head up and down, hollowing her cheeks as she sucked.
Growing impatient at her slow pace Caesar held her head by her hair before thrusting wildly into her open mouth, the sounds of her gagging on his cock was music to his ears.
Keeping her mouth lax she enjoyed the feeling of him dominating her, thrusting into her mouth till her throat felt hoarse. As he fucked her mouth, she felt drool slide down her chin and the heat between her legs throbbed, begging to be addressed.
Mascara bled down her cheeks as pleasure enveloped her senses. Her crimson lips smudged from his affections. Her back arching in pleasure, flexible muscles taut in the face of his ministrations.
Feeling close to his release he stopped thrusting into her mouth, pulling out quickly and leaving her whimpering for him.
He smiled at the girl before him, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Make-up smudged and a dazed look in her eyes as she tried to focus on him.
“You said you adored me pretty; well, why don’t you show me how much you want me. Kneel. Beg me to fuck you, beg me to have mercy.” He said to the sitting girl.
“Caesar. Sir. Please. I need you. I’ve craved you since I was a child. I’ve waited for this moment for years. Please sir. Please use me. Fuck me. Ruin me. Because I can’t take not having you in me anymore. I need to feel you inside me.” She babbled desperately.
Grinning at the woman he pulled her to her feet before wrapping his arm around her waist, hoisting her up till she wrapped her legs around his hips. He kissed again as she rubbed herself against his cock, impatiently whining. Breaking away from the kiss he tutted at her, rubbing his cock against her silt as she let out little moans, begging him to slide his cock into her.
Giving into the girl before him he slid into her slowly as she gasped, feeling his length fill her till he bottomed out.
“Fuck,” he cursed, feeling her heat envelop him.
Her eyes were closed as she savored the feeling of him inside her, his large cock filling her before he started thrusting, stretching her out. She moaned as she begged him to go faster.
He obliged her request as he thrust into her roughly, rubbing her clit with his other hand as he felt the woman under him moan and whimper against his body, her back arching for him, begging for more.
Tingles spread throughout her body as she mouthed at the skin of his throat, sucking on his skin as she left her marks on the elder man.
“Such a pretty little pussy, taking me so well. Such a good little girl.” He mumbled against her as she arched her back once more.
“Please. Please. Please.” She mumbled repeatedly, though her mind was too cloudy to understand what she was begging for.
He felt her tightening around him, at the brink of her release as she looked at him with unfocused eyes. His pretty little slut. All his.
“You wanna cum, pretty girl?” he asked as she nodded her head eagerly. “Then beg for it like a good girl.” He demanded.
“Please sir. Please lemme cum. Please. I’ll be so good for you. Please let me cum.” She slurred as he thrust into her repeatedly.
He simply hummed and thrust into her faster, feeling her tightening around him, her muscles straining to hold back her orgasm, awaiting his order. Pleased with her obedience he gave her permission to cum.
Stars burst behind her eyelids as she felt herself shudder against the older man, her walls spasming around him as he continued thrusting into her, chasing his orgasm soon after her.
His thrusts slowed down as he slowly rocked them down form their highs, filling her with his warm seed.
Feeling full, she looked tiredly up at him before softly pecking him.
After a few minutes he unwrapped his arms from around her.
Pulling away from her warmth he watched his essence drip from her folds as she whimpered, looking at him with dazed eyes. He sighed, placing a kiss on her cheek before saying, “Until next time, little fox.”
As he left, she noticed something shining in the corner of her eye. A camera.
