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sleepy 2am sex with sejanus

✨minors dni✨

a/n: i wrote this in about 30 minutes, and i’m very drunk so sorry if it’s not life changing. lol. sorry for disappearing again, requests are still open as always. mwah mwah mwah ily

you’re suddenly awake, feeling your wetness between your thighs and checking the time on your bedside alarm clock. it’s the middle of the night, sejanus deep asleep beside you. you contemplate taking care of yourself, but it’s the thought of sej’s thick cock that woke you up in the first place and you doubt your own fingers will satiate the sudden craving.

“sejanus,” you whisper, lightly shaking his muscled arm. “sej, wake up.”

it took a minute or so for him to open his eyes.

“baby,” he whispered back, only slightly annoyed to be woken at this hour. “are you ok? what’s wrong?”

“i need you,” you reply, a whimper in your tone.

he sleepily smirks. “oh yeah? you woke me up just to tell me that?”

“no.” you answer defensively. “i woke you up to do this-”

you carefully climb onto him, smiling a tired but mischievous smile. you reached beneath you to palm him through his boxers, earning a breathy moan from sejanus.

“go on then baby,” he mumbles wearily. “whatever you need.”

with his consent, you make quick work of pulling down both his underwear and your own. the very brief handjob has his cock already hard, ready for you to sink on and coat his girth with your wetness. you start to slowly, sleepily, move up and down sej’s dick. he fills you up perfectly, your easy movements letting you use him like a sex toy to hit the spots you need him to hit.

sej is still half asleep, drowsily moaning and haphazardly placing a hand on your hips, as if to guide you. it was muscle memory for him; you had ridden him more times than he could count and every time he felt as though he had reached a true high point in his life, his beautiful girlfriend bouncing on his cock with her head thrown back and pussy dripping onto him. it was when you really got close that he truly ascended- your pace quickening, your moans getting louder, his name tumbling out of your mouth like a mantra.

you were still in a tired daze, but your orgasm still rippled through your body like a shockwave. sej began to cum almost the instant you did; watching you cum was always enough to make him follow suit.

feeling satisfied, you roll over and cuddle up to your boyfriend. his cum is still sitting pretty inside of you, but you’re too tired to get up and you both fall asleep almost instantly in each other’s arms.

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eloves-writes masterlist!

❤️‍🔥~ smut, mdni

ask box - requests, questions, anything at all🤗

coriolanus snow:

careful who you're talking to ❤️‍🔥

so it goes... part 1 / part 2 ❤️‍🔥

giving snow your purity ring (req.) ❤️‍🔥

an@l blurb (req.) ❤️‍🔥

sejanus plinth:

quickie in the janitor's closet (req.) ❤️‍🔥

loki laufeyson:

keep it quiet part 1 / part 2 ❤️‍🔥

tristan dugray:

a failed attempt to hate you

darling, honey

jess mariano:

and then his dad walks in... part 1 / part 2

spencer reid:

get some sleep

102 degrees

beauty is subjective (req.)

stormy weather

midnight love

to betray a princess

being in love with spencer reid

a pause in reality

baby genius at work (req.)

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about me!

- 18, she/her, libra, 🇬🇧

- college (sixth form) student

- applying to study journalism at uni🤞🏻

- bisexual

- swiftie. oh my god am i a swiftie.

- I LOVE YOU ALL MWAH MWAH MWAH

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corio+anal= i melt

PLEASE IGNORE IF UNCOMFORTABLE

-anon

now me personally … anal is not my thing. 😭. so this a short one for you anon but i hope you enjoy it regardless! and thank you for the request🤗

warnings: implied anal sex, mentions of p in v, fingering, and oral, orgasm denial, mean!coryo

—————minors dni—————

coriolanus had been teasing you for hours, bringing you to the edge with his fingers then pulling them away before you could find release, then doing it over and over with his mouth and cock until you were begging with tears running down your face.

“coryo, please,” you whined breathlessly.

he slowly pumped his cock in and out of you, smirking at how needy you were for him. “you ready to cum baby?”

you nodded as enthusiastically as you could through your exhaustion.

“sweet girl. being so patient for me, huh? now be a good girl whilst i fuck your ass, and maybe i’ll let you cum,” he spat, roughly rolling your tired body onto your stomach and pushing your face into his pillows as he readied your tight hole.

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How do you feel about Virgin!Reader x Coryo where reader wheres a purity ring and Coryo thinks it is adorable and one day she just hands it to him on a chain and he immediately gets the hint and is like “Are you sure?!?!”

anon i read this before i left for college this morning and have genuinely been kicking my feet and giggling ALL DAY.

mdni, 18+ content under the cut

you had worn your purity ring since the day you turned thirteen, vowing to stay pure until the ring was replaced by a wedding band. it had been easy throughout your teen years to maintain these vows, as none of the capitol boys were particularly alluring to you at all- until your first day at the university, when coriolanus snow arrived back from his peace-keeping summer in the districts. his hair had been buzzed and grown back out, his blond curls starting to return but he wasn’t the same man who mentored the songbird girl in the hunger games. he was dripping with ambition and a thirst for power, and it was attractive in a way that almost scared you. somehow, you had lucked out and gotten his attention, and by graduation your lives had intertwined in every way except one.

coriolanus didn’t mind waiting for you, because he knew that it would be worth it to be the only person who would ever touch you. sure, it was difficult at times when all he wanted to do was rip your clothes from your body and fuck you sensless, but he could wait. he was a patient man.

but you couldn’t wait any longer. your own fingers, though they felt sufficiently sinful, could only do so much. the thought of coriolanus between your thighs was not enough; you needed him to finally touch you. make you his. mark you in a way that couldn’t be covered and wear your purity ring around his neck as a trophy.

you mindlessly played with the gold chain between your fingers as you stood outside coriolanus’ study, drawing up the confidence to knock. it wasn’t that you were scared; just nervously excited in a way that was new to you.

“come in,” corio’s voice spoke from inside.

you opened the door tentatively, a subconscious smile on your face when you saw the man sat at his desk working away. “how did you know i was there?”

corio continued to write as he replied. “i could just sense your presence, my love.”

after a moment of silence, he put down his pen and looked up at you. “to what do i owe the pleasure darling?”

“i have a gift for you,” you responded, trying to sound normal as if you weren’t about to give yourself up to the man.

coriolanus narrowed his eyes at you in friendly suspicion. “you’re giving me a gift? how the tables turn.”

it was true that he liked to shower you with gifts, from bouquets of roses to dresses to intricately expensive jewellery.

you playfully rolled your eyes, walking over to his desk and placing the chain in his outstretched hand. he took a moment to inspect the necklace, delicately fingering the pendant.

he knew what it was in seconds. he had spent many hours over the last few years staring at your hands, this simple gold ring sitting pretty on your dainty fingers. and you were gifting it to him. which meant it was no longer on your dainty fingers, which could only mean one thing.

corio placed it on his desk and stood in front of you, a solemn expression on his face. “are you sure?”

it wasn’t how you had expected him to react. “yes, corio. i’m sure.”

he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, gazing into your eyes with equal love and lust.

“thank god.”

suddenly, his mouth was on yours, and though you had kissed him many times before, there was a profound urgency now that ignited something deep inside of you, hotter and more fervid than you’d ever felt alone in your bed at night.

you were on your back on corio’s silk sheets, pleasure coarsing through your vains as he drove himself into your tight pussy. his pace was reserved as he tried not to overwhelm you, but you felt so fucking good that he thought himself a saint for not snapping his hips as fast and hard as he possibly could. the feeling of snow on top of you, your bare bodies pressed together as if you would die should you not be touching every inch of one another, his cock filling you and hitting your g spot with every thrust. your warm virgin cunt squeezing him tightly as if you were trying to hold him there forever. it was well worth the wait, losing yourself completely in his filthy, beautiful words. drunk with pleasure and corio and love and his mouth on your neck and his cum spilling inside of you.

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OMG OMG OMG

just read the janitors closet one and-

AUHHGGHGHGHG

love you

-anon

I LOVE U TOO ANON!!!!!!!

glad you enjoyed it🫶🫶🫶

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heyyy

i couldn’t find a navigation on ur profile so if you feel uncomfortable with this request please ignore it🙏

ok how about quickie with sej in janitors closet at the academy🫣

i am feral.

-anon

babygirl very very little makes me uncomfortable on this hellsite these days😭 also i don’t have a navigation rn because i’m lazy and i suck! will work on it, sorry, thanks for this request, i am also feral for sejanus plinth🤞🏻

warnings: smut, swearing, p in v sex, exhibitionism (my signature move atp), perhaps slightly ooc sejanus but that's neither here nor there

mdni, 18+ content under the cut

you didn’t know quite what had gotten into the usually mild-mannered boy as he thrusted into you, your legs wrapped around his waist as he pushed you up against a shelf of cleaning products.

one minute you’d been sat in the academy dining hall, suggestively licking your spoon clean of dessert as you gave sejanus plinth your best fuck-me eyes, as had become customary during any interaction you had with the boy. you didn’t even really know him that well, but something about him made you feral. he was so big, so manly. so powerful. you needed him. bad. and you were not above slutting yourself out to him at any opportunity in pursuit of this burning desire.

it was working. today was his last fucking straw, forcing sej to finally lose his composure and calmy demand to speak with you outside, then roughly dragging you to the janitor’s closet as he had wanted to do for weeks.

now his thick cock was buried deep inside of you. “you like that, y/n? this what you wanted?” he taunted, withholding his own moans.

you tried to string together a sentence but you were struggling. “yes, sej,” you managed before letting out a loud whimper.

sejanus smirked, pulling out of you and slowly pushing back into your wet cunt in a way that had you gasping with arousal. “you want everyone to hear you, doll? yeah? you want them all to know what a slut you are for the district boy, huh?”

grabbing fistfuls of his messed-up hair in desperate search of support, you quietly moaned something that resembled an embarrassed yes.

sejanus pulled a face and rammed his cock into you with more force than before, earning a resounding moan and knocking several bottles off of the shelf behind you.

“say it,” the boy growled without softening his brutal thrusts. looking directly into his warm, lust-filled eyes with redness creeping into your cheeks, you obeyed.

“want them to hear you fucking me, sej. want them to know how good you’re doing it.”

sejanus smirked. “good little slut. let ‘em hear you then, princess.”

at that request, you let out the whimpers you so badly wanted to let out and the sound reverberated off the cement walls of the tiny closet, producing a vulgar euphony of your escapades.

there was no doubt that everybody in the hallway could hear it too. you made sure to moan sej’s name particularly loud so they knew exactly who was fucking you so hard.

you soon came over his cock, letting him finish inside of you and stuff your panties in his back pocket like a trophy. as you left the room in much worse condition than you found it, sej placed a claimant hand on the small of your back. he kept it there as he walked you to class, your lipstick smudged, both of your clothes rumpled, his hair untamed, rumours catching like fire in every corner of the academy about the plinth boy and the y/l/n girl in the janitor’s closet.

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hiiiiii i have a couple of free hours to write tonight, please send literally ANY and ALL coriolanus requests my way. also any sejanus requests. also any corio x sej x reader requests because i’m living for them actually! preferably blurbs/shorter reqs but absolutely anything is welcomed! 🫶🫶

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so it goes… part 2

[coriolanus snow x reader]

desc: part 1 here! after an unexpected sexual encounter with your rival coriolanus snow in gaul’s laboratory, you’re anxious to see him again the next day until gaul instructs him to escort you home and you’re suddenly alone with him again.

warnings: smut, oral sex (m receiving), reader is referred to as female, p in v sex, slapping, dom coryo/sub reader undertones, coryo is his own warning tbh

a/n: thank you so much to everybody who asked for a part 2!! appreciate every single comment & reblog honestly tysm!! and sorry i took so long to write this lol. it’s not been proofread yet. anyways, enjoy, requests are open as always, mwah mwah mwah ily

this work contains mature themes, minors dni

you got through the next day on pure anticipation; your thoughts had been occupied by the thought of coriolanus snow and very little else since your encounter in dr gaul’s office yesterday. it occurred to you, as you carried a stack of paperwork from the front desk to gaul’s lab, that this wasn’t much different from usual. yes, you may have claimed to despise coriolanus, but you were always thinking of him each and every day that passed- it seemed to be that you had been in love with him for a long time, and in denial for just as long. the day felt like an eternity, waiting and waiting and fulfilling now meaningless tasks whilst you waited some more for the end of the day to come.

eventually it came, and now you only had to wait for coriolanus to arrive. apparently he was feeling less punctual than usual.

“y/n, is there a reason you are still here?” dr gaul asked, not annoyed but somewhat displeased.

because i’m waiting for your other student to arrive so he can fuck me behind your bookshelf again. couldn’t exactly say that, could you?

“oh, i have a lot on my mind. sorry, dr gaul. is there anything else that i can do whilst im still here?”

she narrowed her eyes in suspicion, but before she could question you further the door opened and you immediately turned your head to see who it was. it was only a citadel worker bringing some papers from the main office. gaul looked at you with even more suspicion.

“you wouldn’t be waiting for mr snow, would you y/n? i was under the firm impression that you didn’t care for him much.”

“no!” you responded a little too fast. “i mean, no. i’m not waiting for coriolanus. and i wouldn’t say that i don’t care for him,” the words were coming out and you couldn’t stop them, gaul looking at you like you were more fascinating than her experiments. “well, i don’t love him. obviously, i mean i don’t love him like that i don’t even know him i just mean that i haven’t always necessarily liked him that much. i don’t not care for him. he’s actually quite nice. just annoying. oh my god wait i didn’t mea-”

like your saving grace, coriolanus finally entered the lab, the slamming door stopping your self-destructive tangent. a few more seconds and you probably would’ve been begging gaul to check yesterday’s security footage.

coryo barely acknowledged your presence as he walked the length of the lab and greeted the gamemaker. he began to speak with her, sitting in the open seat next to you. you tried to catch his eye. he remained indifferent to you.

after many minutes of conversation, you were growing annoyed at the blond boy beside you. why was he ignoring you? he still hadn’t so much as glanced in your direction since entering the lab. did he regret fucking you yesterday? did you seem desperate, hanging around after hours hoping to get lucky with him again? suddenly embarrassed to still be there, you shifted uncomfortably in your seat and considered the best way to excuse yourself without embarrassing yourself further.

gaul looked at you like she had completely forgotten you were there.

“y/n, what are you still doing here?”

you smiled awkwardly. “my apologies. i guess i just got lost in thought. perhaps i need more sleep tonight, i had better head home.”

smooth, you thought to yourself. you stood up and turned to leave when coriolanus said your name and everything felt as if it stopped for a moment.

“y/n,” he began in his self-righteous tone. “allow me to escort you out.”

you narrowed your eyes at him. “i think i can find the door myself, coriolanus, thank you.”

he stared at you with an intensity that both made your blood run cold and your core burn.

“i insist. i wouldn’t want you to think of me as anything less than a gentleman.”

it took complete restraint not to roll your eyes and laugh at that. after how he held you down and devoured you yesterday?

dr gaul was watching your exchange with great interest. it was more than obvious to her that her two favourite students wanted to rip each others clothes off, and who was she to stand in the way of those animalistic urges?

“actually, mr snow, i have no need for you this evening. y/n has done her job wonderfully, there is very little left to do,” she turned to look at you, “allow mr snow to walk you home. it’s getting dark.”

you and coriolanus exchanged a look, and headed for the door. as you wandered down the first of many winding corridors on the way out of the citadel, you tried to think of anything to say.

“i can call a car, snow. you don’t have to walk me home.”

“ok. there’s a phone in that office, how about you call now?” he spoke evenly. something about the way he said it seemed suspicious, but as you peered into the empty office he had gestured to, there was sure enough a telephone sitting on its desk. he held out his arm for you to enter the room first, closing the door behind the both of you. you sat at the desk and picked up the phone, punching in the number for the car company your parents had instructed you to use should you ever need to. as you picked up the receiver and began the call, you were completely aware of corio watching you as if transfixed. there was an uneasy feeling of tension in the air, and you could tell that he was revelling in it as he stood, watching you, folding the cuffs of his dress shirt with an air of nonchalance.

you hung up the phone. “they said it’ll be 10, 15 minutes.”

“good.”

“good?” you questioned. corio flicked the lock shut on the office door and slowly walked closer to the desk where you sat.

“yes. push your chair backwards,” he instructed. you obeyed without meaning to, and he slid in front of you, perching himself on the edge of the desk in front of you, legs either side of your chair. you couldn’t help but look down at his clothed crotch; it was inches away from your face, and you were overwhelmed with the urge to take him in your mouth.

coriolanus lifted your chin with his hand, forcing you to make eye contact with him. the overhead light was perfectly aligned with his head, highlighting his blond locks like a halo. it made him look godly. powerful. he was staring down at you like you were completely at his mercy, and you were. he knew what he wanted, and he was going to get it.

“i believe you owe me one, as it were,” he almost whispered, a rough edge to his voice. the sight of you, so obedient and beautiful and patient, was creating a tent in his pants before you even touched him. he unzipped his trousers and pushed them down his thighs along with his underwear, letting his cock sit pretty against his stomach. he held out his hand to you, palm up.

“spit.” he ordered.

you gave him your best doe-eyes and spat on his hand. he used it to stroke himself a few times as you watched, wetness beginning to pool between your legs. he removed his hand from his length.

“suck.” he ordered again. you lowered your face until his cock was at your lips, and slowly sunk your mouth onto him.

he let out a throaty moan. you began to bob your head up and down, and coriolanus moaned again. the sounds escaping his mouth were making you clench your poor, empty pussy around nothing, and you were sure you had leaked arousal onto the cushion of the desk chair through your panties by just sucking him off. you continued your movements, pressing your thighs together in desperation.

“okay there, baby?” corio asked breathlessly.

you took your mouth off of him to answer and he whimpered at the loss of contact. “i want you inside of me, coriolanus.”

“say please,” he smirked, jerking himself off again in the absence of your mouth.

you did as you were told: “please.”

corio stood up and pushed your chair further backwards.

“get up and bend over.”

once again, you did as he said. you’d forgotten to care about how desperate it made you look, the thought of pleasure at coriolanus’ hands overriding any other thoughts.

the blond pushed your skirt up over your ass and removed your soaked panties, leaving you exposed to him. his hand firmly guided your legs apart and slid into your folds, gathering your slick. you felt him remove his fingers and seconds later heard the ‘pop’ of him taking them out of his mouth.

he grabbed your hair into a ponytail and used it to pull your back into his chest so he could whisper in your ear. “you taste even better than yesterday.”

you felt your cheeks flush before he shoved your upper body back onto the desk, holding your hips to stop you from moving as he roughly pushed his cock into you without warning. you moaned loudly at the sudden feeling, turning the moan into a string of whimpers at corio’s harsh pace. the small office was filled with the lewd sounds of his balls slapping your ass and the wetness of your pussy underneath the both of you moaning. god help you if anyone walked past the door.

after several minutes of brutal thrusts, corio slowed himself to focus on how deep he was pushing into you. if it had felt good before, this was ridiculous. his dick was hitting your g-spot like it was made to be inside of you, a powerful orgasm quickly built in your core. you could tell he was getting close too, as his moans became deeper and his thrusts even more intentional.

“corio,” you tried to get out, but your orgasm washed over you before you could even tell him you were cumming. your walls tightened as you rode out the wave of pleasure, sending corio over the edge with you. he made no effort to pull out as he finished, letting his cum fill your hole and pushing it further in with each lazy ending stroke. when he finally did pull out, you hated how empty you felt. you wanted him again. the power he had over you was indisputable, and had you been told a week ago that coriolanus snow was going to have you weak in the knees in more ways than one you would have laughed until you cried. now, you watched as he stepped back into his pants after fucking you raw and leaving his cum to drip down your thighs until you got home.

you stood sheepishly as you waited for him to unlock the door and walk you out to the car that was certainly waiting for you by now. what were you supposed to say after that? he’d fucked you so good that you almost wanted to tell him you loved him. thank him? feed his ego? god knows he didn’t need that.

“okay?” he asked, brushing a hair off your face.

“yeah,” you replied bluntly.

he smirked. “fucked the words out of you, huh?”

you huffed defensively. “no.”

he lifted your chin once again so you were looking up at him. you instinctively leaned into his hand.

“such a good girl for me,” he murmured before experimentally slapping your cheek. it wasn’t that hard, just enough to leave a little sting. it scared you to admit that it turned you on. coriolanus smirked again and unlocked the office door without another word, guiding you out with a hand on your back.

he walked you through the citadel, practically parading you, his hand placement a show to anyone who saw you that you were his, and only he could touch you from then on.

as you left the building, you spotted the car waiting for you. it was just past sunset, the capitol in a rare quiet lull post rush hour. lucky for you, as coriolanus slapped your ass in place of a ‘goodbye’ and you were glad nobody else was near enough to see. you got into the car, and could hardly imagine how you’d ended up here like this.

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guys i’m ngl the other peacekeepers in 12 definitely thought corio and sejanus were doing gay things to each other every time they went off together unsupervised. like i know they weren’t actually, but i KNOW smiley n bug assumed they were up to some gay shit!!

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oh my god sejanus’ death in the book is so much worse i am sobbing my poor boy

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what if i actually take my meds and then i’m not attracted to toxic disgusting evil morally corrupt terrible manipulative men anymore :(((

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so it goes…

[coriolanus snow x reader]

desc: part 2 here! as dr gaul’s assistant, you find yourself alone in her laboratory bearing an unpleasant task with her other mentee, coriolanus snow, who you strongly despise. or so it goes … warnings: smut, oral sex (f receiving), slightly public sex, reader is wearing a skirt, think that's it but please lmk if i need to add anything! a/n: thank you so much for all the love on my last fic! and thank you anon for this request, i love and appreciate requests more than you know!!! enjoy this. will for sure write a second chapter if one singlular person expresses interest. mwah mwah mwah ily this work contains mature themes, minors dni

dr gaul’s lab was filled with weird and wonderful (but mostly weird) things. you sat, bored, on your side of the gamemaker’s desk staring at shelves and shelves of creatures of all shapes and sizes with various muttations. according to the clock beside you, it had been 30 minutes since gaul herself had left the room to ‘see to something’. it was often best not to ask questions when things like that happened, but you really wished she would come back soon as your work day technically ended in a few minutes and gaul’s second-favourite mentee came to visit her after hours almost every day. coriolanus snow was not necessarily an unpleasant person, not to you at least, but he was certainly unbearable. he was so up his own ass thinking he was better than everybody else that he failed to realise how much of a pompous twat he was. ‘snow lands on top’. god, those four words were practically all you heard come out of his mouth when he wasn’t sucking up to dr gaul or spewing fake niceties to any authoritative figure who would listen.

as you were thinking about how annoying he is and how pretentious his stupid hairstyle was, the door to the lab was hauled open by the peacekeepers who stood guard outside. thank god gaul was back, you couldn’t wait to get out of here. not that you weren’t grateful for this assistant’s position, because it was a highly coveted role for university students each year and you’d beat them all out for it. even snow. ha. even suck-up snow. fuck. snow.

the tall blond had entered the lab and was walking up to your desk with his usual self-assured smile and red uniform.

“y/n, good evening.”

“snow.”

his pleasant facade dropped for just a moment at your monotonous response.

“where’s dr gaul?”

you passive aggressively put down the pen you had been tapping on the desk.

“i don’t know,” you replied blandly, studying his face like you trying to read his mind. “she left like a half hour ago to ‘see to something’, but she’s not been back. i’d suggest you leave and speak to her tomorrow instead.”

coriolanus pulled a face as if thoroughly surprised that anyone could be anything less than cordial to him. it was a subtle change in expression, but you figured that’s what he was thinking.

“that’s quite alright, y/n,” he smiled mockingly, “i’ll sit right here and wait. nowhere to be tonight.”

“shocker,” you murmured, watching as snow sat in the empty chair opposite you.

the two of you stayed sat at gaul’s desk for almost 10 minutes before either of you said anything else.

“how is the apprenticeship going?” snow asked, trying to fill the awkward silence by feigning interest.

“it’s great. thanks. thrilling, actually. i’m having the time of my life. this is so much fun,” you retorted.

coriolanus raised an eyebrow and shifted in his seat. “you know, every one of gaul’s students wanted this apprenticeship. if you’re not enjoying it, i am more than certain that you could find somebody to fill the role.”

you huffed sarcastically. “oh good try, snow. i’m not giving it up that easily.”

“so i’ve heard,” he muttered.

before you could respond to that, the laboratory doors hauled open again and dr gaul finally returned.

“ah, coriolanus, good,” she welcomed, entering with purpose in her stride. “i have a small ask of the pair of you.”

there was no way in the whole of panem that this would be a ‘small’ ask, coming from her. coriolanus’ eyes widened in apprehension.

“don’t make that face at me, coriolanus snow.”

“sorry.”

“good. i must continue to deal with a situation that has arisen, i need you two to feed chupa before he gets too hungry. that’s all, then you both may leave and i shall see you," you watched her search for a rhyme, "before tomorrow’s eve.”

then she turned to leave, with you and coriolanus pulling faces of horror. ‘chupa’ was a particularly hideous and dangerous looking creature that gaul had advised you, on multiple occasions, to keep your distance from. and now she was asking you to feed him? sometimes it was like she wanted you dead.

“wait a minute,” you said hesitantly. gaul moved only her head to look at you and you regretted opening your mouth immediately. “sorry, dr gaul, you want us,” you motioned to yourself and snow, “to feed that,” you pointed at the cage where the beast appeared to be smirking.

“yes,” she replied plainly. “he will eat anything, but he most likes the small green snakes.”

with that, she left the lab again.

coriolanus looked at you, looked at chupa, then looked back at you. “what the fuck is that?”

you snorted, enjoying seeing him uncomfortable. “do you want to get the snakes, or shall i?”

“you get them,” he spoke quickly. “i don’t like snakes.”

you were suspicious at this apparently strong aversion to the slithering reptiles. perhaps they’d scared him when he was younger, and never shook it off. or perhaps one had bitten him. you imagined him flailing his arms and screaming and it made you chuckle to yourself as you took a jar half-filled with thin, forest green snakes. they weren’t venomous, in fact they were quite amiable and undeserving of being fed to the ugly brute in the cage beside you. regardless, you removed two snakes from the jar and placed it back on the shelf.

coriolanus was keeping his distance, making you do all the work. lazy asshole.

“can you open the cage?” you directed snarkily. he tentatively unfastened the top of the cage, standing closer to you than he ever had before. up close, he looked like a real person. a real person who was just as real as everybody else in the capitol, not any better. he smelt better than a lot of them though. like cologne and fresh roses. you mentally chastised yourself for noticing and tried to focus on the task at hand.

your snake-holding hand slid towards chupa’s mouth, which opened to reveal a large set of sharp fangs that seemed to be moving upwards

“be careful of the fangs,” snow warned from behind you.

“thank you coriolanus, i’m so glad you told me that. i was truly about to stick my fingers into his mouth,” you retorted sarcastically, starting to feed the snakes to the disgusting creature.

he mumbled something incoherent that sounded something like “i wish you would.”

“sorry what was that, snow? did you say something,” you asked, becoming more irritated by his unhelpful presence.

as chupa finished the tail of the second snake, he bit the air above him in an attempt to get your hand for dessert, making you rapidly withdraw your hand from the cage and leap backwards. coriolanus dropped the lid in shock and it thankfully fastened itself.

when you had leapt backwards, you had leapt backwards straight into snow’s arms that he had instinctively wrapped around you in protection. his arms were stronger than they looked through his uniform jacket, and his chest much more toned. it felt beyond strange to be this close to him. but something deep inside of you suddenly yearned to be closer, and you slowly rotated yourself in his arms to face him, hands pressed against his chest.

coriolanus was looking into your eyes like nothing else was in the room. like he had never seen a person’s eyes this close before. he was looking at you like you were most incredibly fascinating thing he had ever seen.

and maybe you were; he had grown used to the capitol women throwing themselves at him. he didn’t struggle to take them home, had no issues finding a date to all the various events he attended. then there you were- snapping at him and poking fun at him, and not even waiting until his back was turned to roll your eyes or pull faces. in what he deemed a cruel twist of fate, you were the only girl in the capitol who didn’t look at him like he was god, and you were the only girl in the capitol he truly felt something deeper than momentary lust for.

his lust for you was not momentary. it was perpetual. and having you this close to him, safe and protected in his arms, confirmed for him that you needed to be his. the world bent to the will of coriolanus snow. and so would you.

in an instant where your body no longer obeyed your better judgment, you pressed your lips to coriolanus’.

he kissed you back like you were a source of oxygen, using his advantageous hold of you to force you to walk backwards towards the rows of bookshelves behind gaul’s desk without separating your lips. he swiftly checked the door to make sure nobody had snuck in before your bodies were eclipsed by the cover of the well-stocked shelves and you were roughly pushed up against them. snow continued to kiss you, moving down to your neck to leave marks sure to raise questions the next morning, then down to your collarbone, unbuttoning your blouse as he went so that his path was clear to mark you with his mouth all the way down to the waistband of your skirt. his kneeled down before you and pushed up your skirt, looking up at you for approval. you nodded, still caught up in the moment. this was fine. this felt good. it really felt good when snow removed your panties and placed your legs over his shoulders, holding you up at the waist and running his tongue along your folds, earning a loud moan from you. he withdrew his head from you skirt to shush you, before returning his tongue to your centre and flicking it against your clit. you bit onto your knuckle to absorb the sound of the whimpers escaping you. where the fuck had he learned to do this? it felt heavenly, his mouth drawing you ever closer to release with his large hands digging into your hips to keep you in position.

“coryo,” you whispered. “coryo, i’m close.”

he began to hum in acknowledgement, sending you right over the edge. a moan slipped from your mouth as you came, feeling your slick drip onto his face. he continued to lap at your juices as you rode out your orgasm, a blissful haze washing over you. if these were the skills making snow so cocky, you couldn’t fault him for that particular trait any longer. he lifted his head and smiled at you like a man who was very aware you’d just cum on his face by his manipulation. he helped you take your legs from his shoulders with a satisfied smirk when they wobbled under the weight of your body, then he kissed you again, softer this time, to force you to taste yourself on his tongue. you reached your hand forward to his crotch, palming him through his constricting pants. he indulged you for a minute, then removed your hand and lifted it to his lips like a true gentlemen.

you felt a little disappointed to not repay the favour, finally feeling content with your formerly repressed lust for the man.

but then he leaned down to your ear and whispered in a low tone, “you can owe me one,” before giving you one last lewd kiss and leaving you stood behind the bookshelves in the head gamemaker’s office with messed up hair and a realisation that you really wanted coriolanus snow to come and visit after hours again tomorrow.

[eloves-writes]

me waiting for someone to send a request bc i want to write but my brain can’t come up with anything good

[eloves-writes]

every time i think about writing a new fic all i can think about is that my ex-bsf read my smutty loki fic having absolutely no idea it was mine, then i drunkenly told her i wrote fanfic and we realised she’d read mine😭😭😭😭😭

[eloves-writes]

careful who you’re talking to

[coriolanus snow x reader]

desc: snow hears a conversation with the academy boys about the girl he is secretly seeing and wants them to know who you belong to warnings: snow being snow like fr (toxic, controlling, insane, blah blah blah), smut, exhibitionism, public sex, unwarranted sexual comments about reader behind her back, she/her pronouns used, reader is wearing a dress, if i need to add any other warnings please lmk a/n: hiiiii! i'm back again. this is slightly unhinged and i didn't mean for it to be this unhinged but anyway hope u enjoy, send any and all coriolanus requests my way! mwah mwah mwah ily this work contains mature themes, minors dni

it was a cold night in the capitol, and you were steadily sipping a glass of posca to keep warm in your blood-red dress. the silky material was slit up your leg and cut down to reveal just the right amount of cleavage; you might feel a chill but you looked damn good and everybody knew it.

especially coriolanus snow. the two of you had been spending a lot of time together recently- behind bookshelves in the library, in dark corners of the academy halls, bend over desks in empty classrooms. it had begun as purely physical. stress relief. but after a month or so, you had each caught feelings for the other and were struggling with whether or not to admit it. and in that moment, he was also struggling tremendously to take his eyes off of you.

you stood talking across the room with arachne and livia, unable to concentrate on whatever meaningless gossip they were discussing with the feeling of coriolanus’ ice blue eyes on you; there was an electric thrill passing between you like you were connected with a live wire. to say your relationship so far had been hot and heavy would be an extremely severe understatement, and you found your mind constantly occupied with the thought of him touching you and the need to have him touch you again.

-

“i think y/n is checking me out,” festus creed smirked to the group of boys around him.

coriolanus almost snorted in amusement. you were obviously looking at him, and only him.

“something funny, snow?” gaius asked sharply. “jealous, perhaps?”

snow reserved his irritation. “not at all, breen.”

“whoever she is looking at,” felix stated earnestly, “i’m certainly jealous of them. i mean, just look at her. she looks fucking hot.”

festus nodded in agreement. “i’d love to rip that dress off of her. she acts so innocent, but you just know she likes it rough.”

coriolanus felt his blood boil. you were his. how dare they talk about you like you were a common whore? perhaps you did like it rough. he would know, he was the one fucking you. not these basic capitol losers. none of them could make you scream the way he did. none of them had scratches down their backs beneath their shirts from your nails. only he did. only he ever would, and he would make sure it stayed that way.

the other boys laughed, agreeing with festus. adding on their own ideas. detailing the ways they’d make you fuck them. describing the times you had supposedly sent them signals. assuming that you did not already belong to snow, that you would even think about going near them. that you would get on your knees for them like you always did for coriolanus.

he couldn’t listen to them any longer. “she’s seeing somebody,” he jeered, fixing the cuffs of his jacket and making definitive, unquestionable eye contact with you and subtly tilting his head towards the exit.

festus laughed incredulously. “is she now? i think we’d have heard.”

oh you’ll hear it alright.

“yes,” coriolanus replied with a chilling calm, watching you make your way to the door. “if you’ll excuse me.”

-

on the steps outside the ridiculously grand building, you waited patiently for snow to follow you out. it was only a few minutes before you heard the door open again, turning to face corio and immediately sensing anger. you worried, sometimes, about his anger. you knew he wouldn’t seriously harm you, but the same could most certainly not be said for any others who dared cross his path. the future president of panem could only afford so much blood on his hands.

“what’s wrong, coriolanus?” you asked gently.

he inhaled deeply and stared into your eyes in a way that strongly suggested you would be unable to walk the next morning. you waited for him to answer.

“you shouldn’t have worn that dress," he warned.

“what?”

“you heard me.”

either the cold or a fucked up part of you sent shivers down your spine, hairs standing up on your neck. your underwear dampened at his fury.

“i thought you would like it, corio,” you flirted, stepping closer to him. he placed a large, firm hand on your waist.

“i do like it, y/n,” he said before speaking in a low voice. “i would like it better if you took it off.”

you smiled and leaned up to kiss him, but he turned his head. you pulled a face in protest.

“behave,” he spat. “so desperate. do you not want to know why you shouldn’t have worn this?”

“yes, corio,” you replied, doing your best impression of somebody who wasn’t about to throw yourself on top of him. he liked when you were patient.

“because every man in that room wants to see it on their bedroom floor," he attested lowly.

“and you’re jealous,” you smirked.

coriolanus suddenly grabbed a fistful of your hair and roughly pulled your head backwards so that your face was tilted towards his. “and nobody else should be looking at you like that.”

a jolt of excitement ran through you. “corio-”

he gave your hair another tug. “say you’re mine.”

“am i yours?”

he realised instantly the meaning of your question. he didn’t have to think about his reply; he had thought about it every waking moment since the day you met. “you’re mine. say it.”

“i’m yours.”

“good girl,” snow spoke deeply before kissing you like he’d never kissed you before. without breaking apart from your lips, coriolanus guided you around to the side of the building. he counted the windows you passed until finally stopping by one that was cracked open and pushing you against the cold wall. as he removed his jacket and unfastened his belt, he looked inside the hall and you assumed he was checking no one was looking. he wasn’t. he was making sure that festus creed and the other boys were still stood in the same spot; directly in front of this particular window, and far enough from the rest of the partygoers that only the boys would hear you.

you gathered the skirt of your dress at your waist and wrapped your legs around corio’s sturdy form as he reached to move your underwear to the side. he circled your clit until you were practically whimpering, then slid two fingers inside of you.

“corio, feels so good,” you moaned softly.

he kept his same pace with his fingers, fucking you into a state of bliss where he knew you would be uninhibited and so drunk with his stimulation that people would think you’d finished every glass of posca in this stupid party. coriolanus was too good at what he was doing, you were on the edge of release within minutes and still desperately trying to quiet yourself in the name of dignity.

“corio, please, corio, i’m so close,” you whimpered into his neck.

he pulled away his hand, making you whine in displeasure. he liked to do that. liked to know he was in complete control of you, you would only cum when he willed it.

corio looked through the window again, but the boys had yet to hear anything out of the ordinary. they were still laughing amongst themselves. he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, using the slick on from your pussy to stroke himself before he pushed inside of you.

you tried again to stay quiet, but coriolanus began to coax you. “look at you, taking me so well. you wouldn’t let anybody else fuck you like this, would you? who makes you feel this good, huh?”

you couldn’t hold back anymore, his beautiful face spewing such foul things whilst fucking you raw and digging his fingertips into your flushed skin. “you do, corio. fuck,” you moaned, loudly enough that festus turned to look outside.

coriolanus smirked as they made eye contact. the initial confusion about the sounds coming from outside, the look of shock as he realised his classmate was balls deep in a girl he had pushed against the exterior of a building in the damn capitol, his face finally dropping as he realised who corio was fucking by the colour of your messed up hair and the visible strap of your dress, his eyes widening as he heard the things snow was saying to you.

your moans were getting louder too as you got even closer to your orgasm, whimpering corio’s name and repeating “i’m yours,” like a mantra.

snow took his gaze from the boys to you, feeling satisfied that he’d proved his point and starting to performatively enjoy himself, knowing yours weren't the only eyes on him. his pace quickened, driving you over the edge and making you clench around him as you came. he moaned aloud himself as continued to fuck you through your high and the overstimulation that came after until he finished inside of you.

you were completely fucked out, relishing the feeling of snow’s cum beginning to drip down your thighs after he swiftly removed your underwear to fold into his back pocket. he picked his discarded jacket up from the floor and placed it over your shoulders, kissing your head and leading you to the front of the building and helping you into a car which would take you both home. before you walked away from the window though, coriolanus smoothly pulled your lace panties from his pocket and waved them nonchalantly in the night air, catching the attention of the rest of the group. you would never have to know why he fucked you, only that the boys would stop bothering you now they knew who you belonged to.

[eloves-writes]

KEEP IT QUIET IS SO GOOD OH MY GOD GREAT JOB i would love to see a sequel where they in fact do talk about it if you'd be up for it 👀

part 2 to this fic which i am very proud of so obviously go read if you haven't already!

a/n: thank you so so much! so they actually don't end up talking quite so much, but please do enjoy😁

content warnings: swearing, masturbation, implied oral sex

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the jet arrived back at the compound in the earlier hours of the evening, the kitchen clock reading 7:15 as the team walked in and set about sorting food. you didn’t feel much like family dinner. gradually feeling more and more confused about the events of the mission, you headed straight to your bedroom to take a hot shower to clear your head.

tony’s voice came over the intercom as you were undressing and hastily throwing your spoiled underwear in the laundry basket- “dinner will be ready in 15 minutes, we’re having pizza. snooze you lose. you will have to fend for yourself if you don’t show up. bye!”

you’d take your chances. better having an odd combination of leftover items from the fridge than sitting at a table with loki and natasha, who had agreed to wait until tomorrow to collect her winnings and tell the team she’d found you two together in the morning instead of the mission-abandoning, risk-taking truth. she was a good friend, and you knew it would come out eventually. might as well get it over with. 

there was still the matter of talking it over with loki, though, you thought as the scalding water hit your exposed skin. absentmindedly, your hand moved to the small but noticeable bruise nat had pointed out earlier, tracing the shape of it with the soft pads of your fingertips. it reminded you suddenly of when it had been placed it there; his lips, his teeth, his warm breath, his heart beat vibrating through your body and intertwining with your own as he held you into him. you removed your fingers from your neck and allowed them to trail downwards, steam from the hot water clouding your thoughts and making you sweat. you touched yourself gently as you had many times before, this time knowing what loki’s hands felt like instead of merely imagining. the drone of the shower would mostly cover your sounds, and everybody else was in the kitchen, so you didn’t hold back in whimpering his name as you had in the storage closet.

his name falling out of your lips felt like he’d died and gone to valhalla. your bedroom door was ajar so he’d just come right in, expecting for you to be scrolling on your phone or reading a book or something. hearing the shower running with the echoing of his own name between moans was infinitely better. he knew any good man would leave and give you some privacy, but he was neither good nor technically a man- so he made himself comfortable on the foot of your bed and waited, mentally recording the sounds you made for his own later use.

you came quickly, knowing your own body and not interested in anything other than getting off and hopefully getting him off your mind: and it worked, for a few minutes anyway. you cleaned yourself up, washed your body again, switched off the water, and wrapped yourself in a soft, clean towel with a clear head. what you didn’t expect after your clarifying shower was for loki to be sat on your bed directly outside the bathroom door.

“what the fuck!” you exclaimed, jumping slightly out of your skin. there was a beat of stunned silence. you exclaimed again- “what the fuck?”

he smiled mischievously and looked your wet, barely covered body up and down.

“get out?”

“good shower?” he spoke agonisingly slowly.

your face dropped as you realised why he was so comfortable. “shit.”

he was evilly grinning ear-to-ear.

you didn’t really know what to say. silence fell awkwardly: loki beside himself with amusement and you completely lost for words.

you decided to ignore him momentarily and get dressed. he wolf-whistled as you dropped your towel. you looked at his pointedly over your shoulder at him and swiftly threw on a loose-fitting sweater and some old pyjama pants. you were dumbfounded. what on earth were you meant to say? you couldn’t lie, he’d definitely heard you. you couldn’t admit it outright, he was immoderately full of himself at the best of times and this was already giving him too much satisfaction. you settled on skirting around it.

“did you want to talk?” you asked, breaking the silence.

“i think perhaps we should.”

“yeah.”

you sat beside him on your bed. “what are we doing?”

he smirked. “i prefer to think about what we could be doing.”

“loki.”

“i love the way you say my name.”

for fuck’s sake, you thought to yourself. concentrate. if only he’d concentrate. the tension was back, more unbearable than ever.

“can we just-”

you were cut off by his lips on yours, desperate and harsh as he pushed you down onto the bed and climbed on top of you. he pinned your wrists above your head, and you indulged in him for a moment before you turned away your head.

“loki, i’m not sure this is a good idea.”

he got off of you right away. “is everything alright?”

“i’m fine, it’s just… i don’t know. is this a bad idea?”

“it’s not a bad idea if you want it, princess.”

you had to look away to stop yourself kissing him again.

“do you just want to sleep with me? not that that’s bad or anything, i just like to know what i’m getting myself into before i get into it. and what if the team disapprove? i-”

“don’t think about it so much y/n. they won’t care. the teasing will subside. if you just want to fuck me when you need me, i will oblige. if you want more than that… well it might take a little more convincing but i like you princess, as much as i want you. this can be whatever you want.”

you bit your lip to hold back a cheesy smile. “okay.”

“okay?”

“let the convincing begin,” you say mischievously, unzipping his pants with a twinkle in your eye.

[eloves-writes]

keep it quiet

[loki laufeyson x reader]

desc: whilst on a mission infiltrating a hydra base, you and loki are forced to hide in a storage closet to avoid detection. you’re breathing too loudly, so he puts his hand over your mouth to shut you up …

a/n: long time no see, but i’ve had this idea in my head for a while and i thought it was only right for me to share. enjoy, sorry for not posting for a year, sorry this is not the fandom you followed for, not sorry for this fic though coz i had so much fun! mwah

content warnings: fingering, brief mention of alcohol, age gap (reader is 20, loki is ... loki? idfk), pet names, swearing

read part 2 here !

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“are we all clear on the plan?” steve questions as he stands at the back of the jet, adjusting the sleeves of his suit. the team had just touched down in a clearing in the middle of nowhere, just short of a hidden hydra base you planned to infiltrate to gather intel for a takedown at a later date.

“yeah just one question,” you ask, mockingly raising your hand. steve rolls his eyes and gestures for you to continue. “can i change partners?”

“do i offend you, y/l/n?” loki chimes, looking up with a smirk.

“very much so,” you reply with a false grimace.

nat covered her snigger with a cough. she was unwittingly convinced that you had some sort of physical feelings for him. based on what? far between glances and meetings of eyes from across the room? it really sucked when she was right, but you were adamant in your denial. particular efforts were made on your part to avoid him and ineffectively hold up a pretence of hatred. everybody knew. but still, you liked to tell yourself they didn’t. everybody also knew it was reciprocated, but they wouldn’t tell you because it would invalidate the bets they had on how long it would take for you to make the move and finally free everyone around you from the painfully obvious sexual tension.

steve inhales through his teeth. “no.”

“nobody else wants to babysit today y/n,” tony says blankly.

“wow, thanks,” you reply, acting offended. it was a running joke, being the youngest avenger. “although another reminder that i am actually not a teenager anymore.”

“still not technically old enough to drink.”

nat snorts. “yeah, you still manage just fine.”

“ok, whatever,” you interrupt. “i’ll partner with loki, but only if you don’t bring up tony’s party last week.”

steve cleared his throat. “great, thank you for that, y/n. you know i love how you stay on topic in serious situations-” you shrug your shoulders “- but let’s get on with this. you’ve all got your transponders, signal if there’s any issues. see you back here in an hour.”

the walk up to the base was uneventful, the team setting off in their pairs in 5 minute increments to try and reduce suspicion. you and loki were the first to leave, and your job was to open the base with your powers for the rest of the team and then covertly make your way across the building to the rear exit and leave. it was a simple job, but you didn’t mind as it was comparatively low risk. something about hydra soldiers made your blood run cold and you’d prefer not to come close to them at all. unless they were formerly hydra with a metal arm, then you could make an exception. aliens and robotic monsters? no problem, but hydra was differently scary.

somewhat fortunately, your mind was lead away from scary soldiers and towards the god working beside you. the way he held himself, the silent arrogance of his demeanour as you worked on the base entrance was grossly attractive. and holy fuck did he know it. stupid, cocky, arrogant, god man. and his stupid, cocky arrogant, godly hands.

you were staring. shit.

“something caught your eye?” loki asked, flexing his fingers and you entered the base, door ajar behind you.

“what?” you replied intelligently- you could swear your brain cells spontaneously combusted every time he spoke to you, then quickly regrew.

“perhaps you should invest in a pair of sunglasses.”

you made a confused face as you walked an eerily empty corridor. “it’s dark in here. and cold.”

“yes. but it would make it less obvious when you’re staring.”

“i wasn’t staring,” you stubbornly defend.

“oh, no, you were. trust me, i know what staring looks like.”

“why? because people always stare at you?” you mocked.

“no,” he said lowly, stopping in front of you and standing close enough to feel his warm breath in the cold air. he pointedly looked you up and down. “because i stare at you enough to know.”

he continued walking, leaving you feeling confused and slightly flustered. you didn’t expect an explanation or elaboration; sometimes loki just said things like that. how he had been around so many years yet still incapable of behaving normally you did not know. you followed after him, as always. the corridor had several junctions and turns, but you’d studied the map well enough to know the way around. it wasn’t much further to the exit and the ending of the uncomfortable tension between you both. you wondered if he felt it too.

suddenly, he extended an arm in front of you to hold you still. “i hear something.”

you didn’t hear a thing, only your heart racing. silence fell for a long moment before you continued, taking care to soften your steps. loki walked in a different direction.

“what are you doing?”

he glared at you. “it’s this way.”

“it’s not.”

“it is.”

you rolled your eyes. “it’s this way, then a left, then a right, then straight ahead.”

“i disagree.”

your voice raised slightly, irritated. “what do you mean ‘disagree’? i’m literally following the map.”

“do you have this map on your person?”

“no, where would i be hiding a map in this stupid suit?”

“then how do you know?” he asked, purposefully winding you up for sure. “maybe it is this way.”

“oh my god it’s not! can you just shut up so we can get out of here?”

“why should i obey you, princess?”

the mocking pet name sent a wholly unwelcome tingle down your spine. you tried to form a sentence but words seemed to fail you.

loki smugly smiled and stepped closer to you.

“cat got your tongue?”

he was backing you into a wall. your heart was racing. you shouldn’t let unwilling desperation overtake your body, but the adrenaline rushing through your vains was making your chin lift to meet his eyes and tilt your head to meet his imposing lips. closer, almost touching, but cruelly holding back. he was truly an arrogant asshole, in every context you’d seen him.

a bang bounced off the echoing walls of the corridor. it sounded like a slamming door, followed by the chilling grunt of a hydra soldier’s voice.

“shit,” you whisper, looking up to loki with panic in your eyes. he looks irritatingly unbothered as he moves away from you a few paces and opens a door marked ‘storage’.

“get in.’ he demands. you oblige- something about his quietly commanding tone makes you feel this isn’t a suggestion, and you quickly brush past him into the closet. closet was an exaggeration; this was a glorified cupboard you realised as loki closed the door on the confined space, pushing the two of you too close for comfort. trying not to knock anything off the shelves behind you, you both shuffled around to regain lost personal space but to no avail; his body was now firmly pressed into your back and you could feel the stiff fabric of his robes. you felt your breath involuntarily gain weight as you tried desperately to ignore the way it was falling in sync with the deep movements of his chest against you.

loki leaned down so his lips were almost touching your ear. “shut up.”

“what?” you whispered breathily.

the tension was growing unbearable.

“quiet. your. breathing.”

“what, do you want me to sto-”

the sentence was finished by a large hand over your mouth, pulling you even further into him. it caught you by surprise, and your body betrayed you by letting out a breathy moan. you could practically hear his stupid cocky smile. you could hear it in the silence as his mouth moved from beside your ear to your exposed neck, grazing the skin with his teeth and experimentally biting your sweet spot. you reluctantly whimpered into his hand.

“quiet,” he muttered again.

his hand slipped smoothly past your suit and into your underwear. you tried to still yourself and think calmly and rationally, but as his fingers begun gentle circles on your clit only few thoughts remained in your head. none of them calm or rational, and none of them appropriate for the situation you were in. you let out another muffled whimper.

“y/n, you’re going to get us caught.”

and who’s hand was down who’s pants? an argument you saved for the inevitable debate of fault later on, now you couldn’t speak. only fight the urges the moan loki’s name as his fingers dipped into your wetness before continuing their ministrations whilst his mouth made light work of your neck.

your heart stopped as the distant sound of shouting and footsteps plagued your ears. soldiers, they must have heard you arguing. loki didn’t stop. in fact, his fingers quickened and you felt a knot beginning to untie in the depths of your stomach.

“loki,” you whimpered, suddenly reminded of the very real danger you were in if you were caught. not even just you and loki with his glorious hands, the whole team who were inevitably in the building completing the mission as you should be. a single sound from the tiny storage closet could put the whole planned-out orchestration at risk before you were all safely out and undetected. the thought of this egged loki on, ever the risk taker.

the voices grew louder, and the footsteps passed directly in front of you, only a door between the armed soldiers and the knot about to dramatically untie inside of you.

loki’s voice gruffly whispered into your ear. “you’ll get us caught, y/n. imagine the soldier’s faces when they watch you release at my hand, they’ll think there’s a measly rodent whining in the storage closet but they’ll open the door to an avenger coming undone by a space god.”

“oh god,” you exclaimed weakly, both out of pleasure and fear.

the voices subside, unknowing of your presence. you exhale heavily into loki’s hand, your focus moving back to his fingers circling your clit as you rapidly reach your high.

“i feel you y/n. you’re close.”

you whimper in agreement.

“use your words, princess.”

“loki-” you barely manage before completely letting go, grabbing onto the arm of the hand over your mouth for support as you ride out your orgasm on his now-soaked fingers.

“mm, that’s right princess,” he moans into your ear, extending your high even further.

you slowly come down and regain the ability to breath, pulling his hand from your mouth as he retracted his from beneath your suit.

“do you need a moment?” he asked, surprisingly level.

“mhm.”

he shuffled around you again in the limited space, opening the door to leave. “i’ll wait.”

the door closed, leaving you alone to recollect your thoughts. and adjust your suit. you stood alone and let your mind momentarily spiral, before taking a deep breath to calm yourself. it was hard to think of completing a mission when there was a distracting wetness lingering between your legs, but there was quite literally nothing to be done; it could be sorted when you made it back to the jet, you just needed to get out of here unscathed. by hydra- loki’s damage had been done.

you left the storage closet in a marginally worse condition than you’d found it, and tried not to make eye contact with loki as you left the base. soon enough, the painfully silent walk had been endured and you were back at the jet.

“loki, wait,” you interjected before you got on. “can we just, not talk about that?”

“we don’t have to talk, but, thoughts can’t be controlled.”

you exhaled sharply. “you know what i mean.”

“you know what i mean.”

“yes, i do, whatever, let’s just act like it didn’t happen and we can talk later i promise.”

“whatever you wish, princess.”

you took yet another necessary deep breath and opened the quinjet. an annoyed looking steve met you right away-

“where have you two been?”

you exchanged a fleeting glance.

“took longer to walk back than we expected. sorry,” you lied through your teeth.

“oh, right, ok. and you’re both fine? no issues, run-ins?”

“nope.”

“good. well you were the last pair back, so we can leave. i’ll let tony know.”

nat took a seat beside you as the jet lifted off.

“hi y/n,” she began audaciously, smiling like she may have just won a bet.

“hi nat,” you replied bluntly, ignoring it.

she leaned over and spoke lowly so only you would hear.

“there’s a hickey on your neck.”