#coriolanus snow drabble

[lqveharrington]

For Better or Worse | C.S.

summary: Coriolanus was never the same after he came back from District 12. All he saw was power and fame.

pairing: President!Coriolanus Snow x First Lady!reader

includes: BABY SNOWWW aka Elizabeth Snow, manipulation, fluff, comfort, angst, death, guns, blood, trauma, coryo is kinda misogynistic, lying, Lucy Gray makes an appearance, (tell me if I forgot anything!)

a/n: love me some coryo fics :)

You���ve known Coriolanus Snow for as long as you’ve lived. You were there when he was at rock bottom and—somehow—you were by his side when he rose to power and fame. His sudden rise to politician to president wasn't at all shocking to anyone in the Capitol. Especially when he "rightfully" won the Hunger Games.

The second he was inducted as the President of Panem, you became his First Lady. It was expected of you by your past peers and inner circles. You dated him in while attending Academy and there were records of you and Coriolanus sending and receiving letters from one another while he was stationed in District 12.

But when Coriolanus came back from the Districts, he was different. You weren't exactly sure if he changed for the better, but it definitely came with its own challenges. His ideals and principles switched like a magnet. Those ideas that used to uphold his promises and quiet words to you were now vowed to the entire country. Your opinions no longer mattered to him—just the image of a loving wife doting on his every move.

Eventually, you changed.

Half your heart belonged to the boy Coriolanus once was while the other half belonged solely to you daughter—Elizabeth Snow. The second you learned you were pregnant, you practically begged the universe to bless you with a healthy child. Luckily, she came out absolutely perfect. She was an absolute rose.

Coriolanus loved his daughter more than anything Panem could offer, but his idea of being the best reined over his love. He was constantly away at business meetings rather than tending to his daughter—sending you or nurses to tend to Elizabeth rather than face the music himself.

He wanted—no, needed—a perfect family. He made sure to adorn the both of you in the best materials whenever presented to the public, even if you made quiet complaints about it being too much for you daughter. He made sure his daughter would be as smart as you, never him. No one should be as smart as Coriolanus Snow. Besides, you were tied with him for Valedictorian long ago.

If all his demands were pushing his family to their limits, so be it. Coriolanus demanded perfection—no matter what.

Despite all of his requirements to be absolutely perfect, you and Elizabeth found time to just relax with no expectations. Just you and her away from press and public images your husband set up for the both of you.

“Liza, what are you doing?”

You and Elizabeth were in the backyard of the Presidential Manor, although it was like a mini sanctuary if you were to describe it. There was a gorgeous pond in the middle with an entire forest encapsulating the entire backyard. There were rows and rows of flowers—mainly roses—and a greenhouse designated for fruits and vegetables you and Elizabeth would pick from time to time. It was your heaven away from the mess Coriolanus made, but you would never admit that willingly.

“Watching the swans, mama. They’re making funny patterns.” Elizabeth pointed out before beaming brightly when she saw you shut your art journal and approach where she stood, her platinum blonde curls bouncing with her every move.

“And why is that?” You hummed and dusted your charcoaled hands off, careful not to touch her precious clothing or stain her beautiful face with any idiotic movements.

“Well, it means a lot of different things.” She tilted her head to the side and squeezed her eyes shut, doing her best to remember everything she's read about swans. “The most common reasons are for establishing territories or displaying affection.”

You hum and look out toward the two swans, “What do you suppose those two are doing?”

“Neither.” Elizabeth opened her eyes again and shifted her gaze toward the swans, pointing toward the bigger one. “See how the male swan is fluffing his feathers and sticking his neck high? He’s showing off his dominance to the female.”

To be honest, you were quite stunned your daughter knew so much about nature. This wasn't the first time she was able to explain events within living organisms. You knew she read loads, but you didn't think she would ever remember all of the information. Especially since she was merely seven.

“Where did you learn this?” You ask as you lead her back toward the manor, your journal in hand.

“The books papa has stored in the library.” She stepped on the stone path like the grass was lava, using her arms to balance herself. She spun around once she passed the stones, running around the willow tree until you caught up. “Miss Beth lets me read them when papa brings you on business trips at the Districts or when you leave for parties.”

You hold back your laughter at her actions and look around before beckoning her over, whispering in her ear—yet her giggles infect you. “Perhaps I’ll speak to your papa about getting you a miniature library in your room.”

“Really?” She grabbed your arm with wide eyes, practically jumping from excitement. Elizabeth squealed when you nodded—pulling you closer and closer to the manor. Now that you mentioned a miniature library just for her, she would do anything to make the process faster.

“You seem to like reading as much as I do.” You start to clarify as you let her lead you to the back porch, leaning down to whisper in her ear once more. “Besides, it’ll be an excuse for papa to buy even more books.”

Elizabeth squealed once more and tugged you even harder to follow her, your laughter and hers ringing out in the backyard. You loved moments where you and your daughter could just exist in a world without constraints. She was a light in your dark and shrouded world—if anything ever happened to her, you swore you would become the exact person the Capitolites expected you to be.

Just as ruthless and unforgiving as your husband.

“Where are you two off in such a hurry?” Coriolanus appeared in front of the both of you, eyebrow raised in minimal interest.

Speak of the devil himself.

Of course, he wore his pristine—blood-red—suit with a white rose pinned to the jacket's lapel and a white ribbon looped in the hole of his pants. The ribbon was stolen from you the day of your wedding and he chose to wear it everyday to show everyone who belonged to him. It was one of his many prized possessions in life.

“Coming to find you, papa.” Elizabeth left your side and moved to her father's—allowing him to pick her up in his arms. She pushed a stray hair away from his face, earning a half-hearted smile from him.

“Is that so?” He shifted her weight into one of his arms, locking his gaze to your “messy” appearance.

In his eyes, you looked terrible. The curls in your hair were flat; your hands were covered in charcoal; your dress was wrinkled; and it was clear to him you were running from the way your chest rose and fell. It was unacceptable for you to run. People ran for the First Lady—not the other way around.

Rather than dwelling on your husband’s scrutiny, you casted your gaze toward your daughter—who looked like she was ready to explode in excitement if you didn’t say anything. “I have a request on Liza’s behalf.”

“And what does Elizabeth want?” Coriolanus spoke in a sure tone, using his daughter’s full first name. He never understood the need to shorten her name—her name was pure class and power. She was the daughter of the President after all.

“A mini library in my room!” She clasped her hands together and spoke dreamily, eyes filled with stars and fireworks. “I want to fill it with all the books in the world.”

“I see.” He fixed the collar of her dress before tilting his head to the side, catching your eyes for a split second. Coriolanus saw your face soften as Elizabeth’s silent begging, therefore giving him the answer to his daughter’s request. “That can be arranged.”

Elizabeth grinned so wide that it looked like her cheeks began to hurt. She moved to kiss her father’s cheek, words of gratitude spilling from her lips until she couldn’t breathe.

For a moment, you swore you saw the person your husband used to be. You saw the boy who would do anything to make his family happy, even if it cost him more than what he could give. Yet the moment was fleeting as he set Elizabeth down and sent her off to her governess—who was waiting by the double doors of the back porch.

“What is it?” You ask quietly as he guided you away from any prying ears, leading you toward the bed of roses and small fountain by the left side of the backyard.

Coriolanus subtly gestured toward where the governess last stood, adjusting the cuffs of his suit in a composed manner. “She’s not filling her head with fairytales and nonsense, is she?”

“Absolutely not, Coriolanus.” You walk beside him and tuck your hands behind your back—watching every step you took on the cracked path of stones. “She’s been taught all her mathematics and history. When she has the time, Liza does her own reading.”

He hummed and nodded his chin toward the journal behind your back, “Is her portfolio as diverse as yours?”

“She’s learning new mediums every week.” You answer and look up at him—his piercing blue eyes boring into your eyes.

“What have you been up to?” He asked—snapping a rose from it's place and placing it delicately behind your ear, his eyes lingering on the earrings your adorned. Coriolanus had bought them for you mere days ago and expected you to wear them until he bought you a new pair.

“Taking note of everything in our backyard starting with the pond.” You say calmly and back away from his touch—instead—observing the swans and plants that you were drawing earlier. When you felt a burning stare in the back of your head, you continued to speak, hoping to please and ease his mind. “Peacekeepers were at a distance and surveyed the area before we came out.”

“Good.” Coriolanus replied in a curt tone and began to follow you once more, his mind going over a check list he conjured up earlier that day. “We have a conference with the mayors of each District at five.”

“It’s not the end of the quarter yet.” You curl your fingers tighter around your journal—your lips tugging down into a frown at the thought of another rebellion happening in your lifetime.

“They demand to push back the Hunger Games.” His own lips pursing together into annoyance. Who were they to tell him to push back such a crucial event that ever existed in Panem?

“How foul.” You respond accordingly and face him—having already made a short loop around the rose garden. “Of course you won’t agree.”

“Of course not.” He pushed a stray piece of hair away from your face—something Elizabeth learned from him after years of observing her parents. “They don’t have the power—“

BANG!

A loud, clear shot rings out of the Presidential Manor, your eyes widening at the sudden sound. Your grip on your journal tightens as peacekeepers begin to surround you and Coriolanus, your mind instantly wandering to your daughter's safety. You clutch Coriolanus' arm and look into the double doors leading into the manor—every sound muffling the second he begins directing the peacekeepers.

All you could hear was the blood rushing in your body—your heart pumping faster and faster. Your breathing was labored, each second that passed felt like an eternity until you saw the familiar curls rushing out of the house with her personal peacekeeper close behind. You pushed through the wall of peacekeepers surrounding you and instantly dropped to your knees, catching your daughter in your arms.

“Liza.” You breathed and held her closely, feeling for her pulse anywhere you could reach.

She was alive and well. She was alive.

“Mama,” She said shakily and buried her head into your neck, tears streaming from her eyes at the death she witnessed. She would never dare speak about the moment again and she swore her entire life on it. “Mama, Miss B-Beth—“

“You’re okay, I’m here with you.” You rub her back and wipe the tears from her face, your own voice shaky when you look up at your husband who looked like he was about to murder someone. “Coriolanus—“

“Already on it.” He replied coolly and took purposeful strides toward the back doors of the manor—peacekeepers to his left and right.

A peacekeeper from inside came out of the manor and saluted him before gesturing to the following group of peacekeepers behind him. “Sir, we found the intruder and murderer of the governess.”

Coriolanus' gaze hardened at the sight of an old acquaintance, his breath catching momentarily until he heard a quiet sob from his daughter—snapping him back to reality.

“Lucy Gray Baird.” Coriolanus shook his head at the woman, resentment filling every single step he took toward her. The sky began to darken as clouds covered the sun; the wind was much colder than it was earlier; and the tension that filled the air was thick enough to be seen.

Someone had to go, but it wasn't going to Coriolanus. He wasn't going to ever fall for her tricks again.

“Let go of me!” Lucy Gray fought against the peacekeeper's arms, eyes wild with rage and fury for the platinum blonde male in front of her.

“You killed my daughter's governess.” Coriolanus bent over and spoke to her face to face—hating how unfazed she was with his movements. “How the did you escape 12? Run off with the Covey after all?”

Lucy Gray clenched her teeth at him and shoved forward, barely moving from how hard the peacekeepers held her. She was probably bruised with how tight they were holding her. “You deserve no love for what you’ve done, Coriolanus. You know you were wrong.”

“You’re not supposed to be here.” He gripped her arm and pulled her closer to him, watching her eyes widen at the sudden aggressiveness. He scoffed, “I—“

“Your wife doesn’t even love you.” Lucy Gray spat and continued to struggle, hands clenching by her sides.

Coriolanus’ grip on Lucy Gray’s arm tightened the more she struggled and spoke, his knuckles whitening with the force of restraint. He spoke through his teeth—his voice low and dangerous. “You don’t know what you’re talking about."

Lucy Gray laughed. A brittle, sharp sound spilling from her lips.

“Don’t I? Look at her.” She tilted her head toward where you kneeled with Elizabeth, your arms wrapped around your trembling daughter. “Tell me, First Lady Snow, do you love your husband?”

Your heart pounded against your ribcage. The question hung in the air—heavy and suffocating. You glanced at Coriolanus—your husband—whose cold blue eyes pinned you in place.

He expected an answer. He always did.

“I love my family." You replied ever so carefully.

Lucy Gray snorted and tilted her head at you, tone mocking at your avoidance of answering a yes or no question. “That’s not what I asked, darlin’.”

“Enough.” Coriolanus’ voice was final—cutting through the thick tension like a blade. He shoved Lucy Gray back into the arms of the peacekeeper who found her originally, “You came here to what, Lucy Gray? Kill my family off until it was just me?”

She narrowed her eyes at him, “I meant to kill you, but f’course you would never be with your daughter.”

Elizabeth gasped and buried her head into your neck again, squeezing her eyes shut. She wished this was all a dream—that everything she saw and heard was her imagination. A horrible and crude imagination.

“All that's left is to get rid of you." Coriolanus shook his head and glared down at the pathetic woman. Some winner she turned out to be. "Did you really think you could harm me or what belongs to me?”

“You’re sick." She spat and nodded her head toward you and Elizabeth. “Keeping them in this golden cage of yours. But they’ll never be yours, not really. You can’t make someone love you, Coriolanus.”

You take her words in—eyes darting between Lucy Gray and Coriolanus. Long ago you would’ve fought tooth and nail to defend him. Now, you weren’t sure if he was even worth defending.

“Take her away.” Coriolanus ordered the peacekeepers, stepping closer to Lucy Gray one last time, his breath hot with rage. “Make sure she never steps foot in the Capitol again.”

Lucy Gray smirked even as she was dragged away. Her voice was clear to everyone in the backyard, “You can erase me, Coriolanus, but you can’t erase the truth. One day, she’ll see you for what you are.”

The doors slammed shut behind her as they all left, leaving the Snow family in complete silence.

The sun returned and the winds calmed—even the swans came out of hiding to enjoy the once beautiful day. You finally stood up and wiped Elizabeth’s final tears, whispering words of reassurance and love until you felt the same burning you felt earlier.

Coriolanus turned to you with an unreadable expression, clearing his throat when he met your eyes. “Go inside with Elizabeth.”

You hesitated as Elizabeth held onto your hand tighter, her entire body still shaking from shock.

His eyes softened—just slightly—as he looked at his daughter. She was clinging onto you for dear life and you were thumbing circles into her palm, something you did for Coriolanus when he was stressed back in Academy.

“I won’t let anything touch you.” He murmured to the both of you, kissing your temple and leaning down to kiss the top of Elizabeth’s head.

But the question lingered.

Hadn’t something already?

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[kolsmikaelson]

jealousy looks good on you

cw ; smutty little jealous!coriolanus drabble, public piv sex, 18+

“what the hell was that, huh,” coryo’s hot breath is hitting the shell of your ear from behind. his thick length stretching you beyond what you thought possible. his pace is brutal, but it feels so, so good. “asked you a question. the hell was that back there with sejanus?” his lips, rough against your skin, press hot, desperate kisses to the juncture between your neck and your shoulder.

“nothing! coryo i swear it was nothing.” coriolanus had been getting more and more stressed as the reaping had come and gone and he had to begin preparing lucy gray. he didn’t want to be spending all his time with some girl from twelve, he wanted to be spending it with you, his lovely girlfriend. after a particularly rough night, coryo hadn’t slept much, the hunger in his stomach keeping him awake for a good portion of the night. he couldn’t wait to see you the next morning, only to see you all over sejanus. it was an innocent, friendly gesture. the two of you were talking while waiting on the platinum haired boy and sejanus cracked a joke at the wrong time, causing you to laugh while throwing your head back and smacking his upper arm lightly. coriolanus in his tired, hungry state didn’t take the sight of you two together all that well, dragging you away from a confused sejanus and to a secluded hallway, promptly flipping your skirt up and sliding your panties off of you and straight into his pocket. immediately pulling his cock out and stuffing you full.

“you sure about that,” he speeds his thrusts up, flicking his fingers over your clit. “‘cause it didn’t seem like nothing to me. you’re mine y’know” his thrusts are starting to get sloppier, a sign that he’s reaching his orgasm. “not stupid sejanus’. mine.” he all but growls in your ear. coriolanus brings his free hand up to cover your mouth to keep your moans from wandering ears while fucking into your wet heat harder.

“promise coryo, baby, ‘m yours. don’ want sejanus, only you.” you promise him, already so fucked out. his hips keep rutting against yours, pushing your back against the wall harder as your head falls into the crook of his neck.

“i believe you,” he pants in your ear, “cum, my darling, it’s okay.”

coriolanus fucks your pussy through both yours and his orgasm. “i’m not done with you,” he smirks, pressing a harsh kiss to your lips. “you’ve still got making up to do, darling.” and before you knew it, you were back in coryos room, a chair shoved under the door knob to keep it from opening, on your knees in front of him with his cock in your mouth.

[bonesandchalamet]

snow melts — Coriolanus snow

masterlist | pairing: Coriolanus snow x reader

summary: Coriolanus likes to keep people at arm distance, but what does it look like when he lets someone in?

warnings: kinda fluffy(?) + BOOK SPOILER OF TBOSAS

a/n: I’m unsure if the one thing I spoiled from the book is in the movie.. if it is someone let me know! I must’ve missed it

the capitol is in walking distance. all you have to do is cross the traffic circle, pray you don’t get hit, and enter the warm building. you can see it now, you can feel the precipitation building up against your skin under the thick layers— honk!

a curse falls out of your lips. too busy daydreaming about the warm welcoming breeze of the capitol, you failed to notice the cars that’s tires crunch under the snow and spread slush around your thick boots.

days like these were meant to sit inside your warm apartment and sip hot tea. they weren’t meant for you to cross in inches deep of snow and bore yourself with lectures and reading.

but there’s one person who might make things worth it. if he’s there. you’d imagine a snow would love this weather, to watch the heavy flakes cover the capitol and dance around making peoples lives miserable, Coriolanus was a lot like snow. a bit evil, a bit cold, but at the right temperature you could melt him into mush.

the traffic clears, and finally, you can sprint across to make your way to class. it had taken far too long for you to cross to the capitol, with traffic, ice, and snow, but once you make it inside you don’t regret coming.

“gosh you look awful.” festus’s comment earns a low growl to escape your lips, it’s hard to ignore him, but coriolanus does so easily, and helps remove your layers.

“how’d you beat me here?” you ask, he’s folding your coat against his arms and flattening your static hat hair. typically, Coriolanus was on time, he’s never early, but today he must’ve had a meeting with clemnesia, or possibly sejanus, that sent him into the unplowed roads and blustery wind.

you can’t imagine how cold he must’ve been. it’s his worst kept secret with you. Tigris had made him a wool coat, but he’d been to embarrassed to wear it, and he refused a coat from your families closet. this then results in him walking in brutal conditions with nothing but his school uniform on.

“meeting with dean highbottom.” its his turn to growl. the two weren’t fond of each other, but with Coriolanus being a student, and a man with scarce amount of money, coriolanus was in no position to make enemies in the capitol. so, he did what any student would do, suck up to the dean in hopes that’ll erase all the problems.

“is it about your demerit?” you whisper the words quietly enough that not another soul could hear you. Coriolanus hadn’t told his grandmother, but only you and sejanus knew of such record.

Coriolanus rolls his eyes muttering a yes, before guiding you through the mass crowds of students into the lecture hall. feeling his hand on your back sends a wave of electricity through your body. you loved his hands on you, in anyway possible, but Coriolanus was a love starved man. it was never easy to get him to show affection.

“I should thank Tigris.”

coriolanus’ eyebrows nearly string together when you turn to look at him, “well you’re not good with showing your affection, I know she has to do with this.” you chuckle a thank you, taking your things from him and watch him march across the lecture hall to his side of the room.

Coriolanus was as cold as snow sometimes, but with you? he was always melting.

[spideyhexx]

mdni

tw dark coriolanus? dom/sub dynamics.

Coriolanus cocks his head, studying your expression as he answers your question.

You joked about how easy it is for him to get hard around you. How he must always be horny and without a beat he said those words and you felt any confidence you had left in you start to diminish.

“Or, to correct that, I always wanna fuck you, bunny.”

There it is. His lips curl as it rolls off his tongue and he's about to roll his eyes at how quickly you're on your knees in front him, pawing at his thighs, waiting for any sort of permission.

Coriolanus crouches down to your level, his icy eyes searching yours. His hair is fixed to perfection and you long to mess it up, deprave him of this clean cut look he's trying on.

You have no idea what's running through his head and it's killing you.

"Do you need your mouth filled?" You tell him yes and Coriolanus' gaze darts to your neck as you swallow. He tsks.

He stands back up and walks over to his desk. When he sits down in his padded chair, he sees you're still in the same spot.

"Are you coming?"

You go to stand and he holds his hand up to signal you to stop. Coriolanus needs to say nothing. He's trained you well and your mind flashes back to his sweet little name for you. You always used those as a means to tell you exactly what mood he's in.

So you crawl over to him. He's not that far, but with every move you make, your insides are burning with a humiliation so deep and you're glad Coriolanus is the only one who gets to experience it.

Once you're on your knees beside his chair, he's presenting his fingers in front of your face, the tip of this thumb brushing your lips.

"Drool around these until I'm finished working, bunny. I'll stuff your mouth with something bigger later," he says, without another glance to you as he focuses on whatever work he needs to get done.

You hold his wrist gently, taking two, maybe three of his fingers into your mouth. You'd try to tease him, lolling your tongue around them, sucking on them, anything, but Coriolanus has the most self control you've ever seen.

And you'd sit there, his fingers stuffed into your mouth, your hand caressing his wrist and Coriolanus would ignore you the entire time.

He'd work slower just cause he knows you're waiting for more. But regardless of his teasing, when he does finally let you have his cock in your mouth despite the ache in your jaw your mouth and chin covered in your own spit, he's oddly gentle and caring. He helps you slowly bob your head on him, cooing about how he knows you love his cock, thick and heavy in your mouth. He relishes in your little whimpers and the way he can see you drool from the corners of your mouth. Coriolanus loves that you're sloppy with it. It's something that only he gets the pleasure to witness and isn't that one of his most powerful turn ons?

But Coriolanus still likes to be mean.

He doesn't let you swallow his cum, despite your cute little protests and the way you lap up any pre cum beading from his tip as he takes his cock out of your mouth.

Coriolanus makes you take it in your cunt, laying you on your tummy, his weight almost completely on you as he fucks you from behind. He's reciting back his words from earlier as he pounds into you, his hand snaking to hold onto your throat, his lips ghosting at your ear.

"I always wanna fuck you, bunny. Cause this? This is all mine," and he makes sure you know that every single time his length twitches inside of you. "Your pussy, your mouth, your love, your life is all mine," he'd growl and make you repeat it to him before he finally lets you have all of him.

let's chat about coryo, here :)

[gh0stsp1d3r]

ℱ𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝓁𝒶𝒹𝓎 ℴ𝒻 𝓅𝒶𝓃ℯ𝓂

Possessiveness, capitol reader, fem!reader , inspiration from the book

Everyone knew the First Lady of Panem was his. The knew the second he had set his eyes on you, they knew the second Coriolanus snow had started to call you his girl all the way back in the academy.

No one could set their filthy eyes on you, they were below you. If they did, no one would hear from them the next day.

You were so sweet, too sweet and innocent for this world in Coriolanus’s eyes. He shielded you from the bad in the world, protecting you, he said.

You always will remember the sweet loving coryo that handed you a little white rose when he first met you.

No one else could see how sweet he treated you, his beautiful, darling wife.

[amordixon]

the first time coriolanus sees your boobs he’s unsure of what to do. having very little experience with women leaves him more stunned than anything. he feels the need to look away, to give you your privacy, but as you stand there before him with your shirt unbuttoned, he can’t do anything but stare. he takes in the curve of your breasts and how the light softly hits your nipples. he had heard somewhere that as they perk up it was a sign of arousal but having never seen it before, he wasn’t sure if it were true or not. you watch as he swallows hard, his own arousal starting to give him away the longer he stares at you. you can’t help but laugh as he tries to hide it, but you stop him. “it’s okay, coryo. you’re allowed to look.” you pull his hands away from his crotch where a visible bulge was forming. it made your heart flutter, knowing that he was being turned on by you. he presses his lips into a thin smile and looks back down at your breasts. then coyly, you look down at the ground and then back to him, a little nervous about the question you’re about to ask. “do you want to... touch them?” you barely get the question out before he’s nodding his head enthusiastically, perhaps a little too so, and he hesitantly lifts his hand to feel you. his movements are slow the closer he gets until he stammers as his hand hangs in the air as if to be waiting for you. his eyes meets yours for a second and you reach to pull his hand closer, pressing against your chest, and encapsulating the bundles of skin within his fingers. "they're so soft," he practically hums, kneading the smooth skin gently, before running his thumb over your nipple. back and forth ever so slightly, but more than enough to spark up your own arousal. "does that feel good?" he smirks up at you, his shy smile now replaced by a cheeky smirk. he knew exactly what he was doing to you now ᡣ𐭩

[corioswife]

hey, bestie! I love your writing, it's just a chef kiss mwah! If I can request a fic! Imagine the reader being kinda of a femme fatale, and popular with her peers because of her beauty. -Coriolanus develops a puppy crush on her when he sees her in the halls, but one day the reader notices him, and talks to him, and after that, he's lovestruck and slowly becomes obsessed with her. Leaving cute notes and flowers at her locker and letters. The rest of the story, you can control and write.

The reader is like Jennifer from Jennifer's body but ignore the succubus part.

thank you love, i love this req sm! 🎀 i tried my best to capture everything as my fics aren’t usually too long !! nsfw 18+ skip if uncomfortable

Coriolanus Snow x Femme Fatal!Reader

Coriolanus Snow, the undeniably charming student at Capitol University, couldn't keep his eyes off of you. He was smitten with your beauty and the alluring way you carried yourself, captivating everyone with your grace and presence.

As the days passed, Coriolanus grew bolder and began leaving cute notes and flowers at your locker, hoping to catch your attention. His heart raced every time he thought of you, and he found himself losing focus during classes, consumed by thoughts of you.

One day, you finally notice him. He's sitting alone in the library, head buried in a book, looking oh-so-adorable. You walk up to him, feeling the weight of your beauty and charm, and strike up a conversation.

You engage in a casual conversation with him, unaware of the effect you're having on him. The more you talk, the more infatuated he becomes. His heart races, and he struggles to maintain eye contact as his thoughts wander towards intimate scenarios involving the two of you.

As the conversation continues, You sense something different about Coriolanus. His eyes are brighter, his voice is softer, and he seems a bit flustered. You sense his longing and desire, and a spark of curiosity ignites within you.

You continue to engage with him, teasing and flirting, unaware of the depth of his affection for you. As the conversation deepens, so does his passion, and he finds himself struggling to keep his desires in check.

Coriolanus is on the verge of confessing his feelings for you, but something holds him back. He wants to express his love, but is too shy and self-conscious. He's torn between his desire for you and his fear of rejection.

Unbeknownst to Coriolanus, you start to feel a strange connection with him. His shyness and hesitation only serve to heighten your curiosity about him. As the conversation winds down, you find yourself wanting more from this enigmatic individual who has captured your attention so thoroughly.

Unbeknownst to Coriolanus, you start to feel a strange connection with him. His shyness and hesitation only serve to heighten your curiosity about him. As the conversation winds down, you find yourself wanting more from this enigmatic individual who has captured your attention so thoroughly.

As the night comes to a close, Coriolanus finally finds the courage to confess his feelings for you. His voice trembles slightly as he tries to find the words to express himself, but finally, he blurts out, " I'm in love with you. "

You stare at Coriolanus, barely able to believe what you're hearing. You are deeply moved by his honesty and vulnerability, and you find yourself falling for him even deeper.

" I'm falling for you too " you whisper, your heart racing in anticipation of what might come next. As the two of you stand there in the silence of the night, you realize that your lives have just irrevocably changed.

The two of you embrace, your bodies pressing together as you share a tender kiss. You can feel the heat and desire radiating off of him, and you know that this moment will be one you'll cherish forever.

" My room is just upstairs " Coriolanus whispers into your ear. His voice is hoarse with desire, and you can't help but shiver at the thought of what might happen next.

As the two of you make your way upstairs, the anticipation and desire building within you both is almost unbearable. The door to your room closes behind you, and the two of you are finally alone together.

Coriolanus kisses you deeply, his tongue seeking entry into your mouth as his hands roam over your body. Heat surges through you as he pushes you against the door, pinning you there with his strength and desire.

You moan into the kiss, arching your back against him. Your fingers tangle in his hair as you pull him closer, needing more of his touch. The feeling of his skin against yours is electrifying, sending shockwaves of pleasure through every inch of your being.

As if he's reading your mind, Coriolanus's hands begin to explore the most intimate parts of your body. His fingers dance over your sensitive skin, teasing and tantalizing until you're ready to beg for more.

Finally, Coriolanus moves his mouth from your lips to your neck, kissing and nipping at your skin as his fingers continue their journey. You gasp and arch your neck into his mouth, wanting more of his touch. This is a feeling unlike anything you've ever known before.

You gasp as Coriolanus undoes his pants, freeing his aching erection. He positions himself between your legs, his eyes locked onto yours as he slowly positions against your entrance.

" Please " you whisper, your voice trembling with need. " I want you. "

Coriolanus pulls back, only to thrust forcefully inside you, hitting your sweet spot with a force that steals your breath.

His fingers digging into your hips, his mouth trailing kisses down your neck, his hips moving in a punishing rhythm that drives you to the brink.

" Come for me " he demands. Your body shudders, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave. Your name, a moaned plea, falls from his lips as he feels your walls clenching around him.

" Coriolanus... " You whisper his name, your voice hoarse from the intensity of the moment. He groans, his body shuddering as he releases himself into you, filling you completely.

[ransprang]

Coriolanus x Fem!reader NSFW HCs

1. Coriolanus goes feral when called daddy in bed, and when you moan his name breathlessly when he tops.

2. Corio likes to spank you, especially on the days he’s extra stressed. He likes slapping and choking you during sex. He doesn’t mind when you leave visible marks by scratching his back either.

3. He likes it when you suck his cock and choke on it, he feels powerful and in charge.

4. Coriolanus likes to slap your face with his penis, when you’re down on your knees looking up into his eyes before you give him a sloppy toppy.

5. Corio loves to fuck you with your legs on his shoulders, he loves pounding you till you’re screaming his name.

6. When you ride him he starts to pump you from the bottom till you come and get super sensitive.

7. He bites your nipples when you ride him while straddling. He loves it when your face turns red from the overstimulation all thanks to him.

8. Corio likes to mark you, show the world you are his. He loves to leave hickeys on your neck, biting and sucking on your neck before having sex.

9. He looks deeply in your eyes after sex as Corio neatens out your hair and tucks them away from your sweaty face. He wants to see you.

10. Coriolanus gets up and brings water for both of you after a few minutes of cooldown.

yours overstimmingly,

admin sav

[lqveharrington]

Produce an Heir | C.S.

Summary: Forced into marriage and parenthood, Coriolanus defies the Capitol to protect his newborn daughter—choosing love over power. (Request found here!)

Pairing: Coriolanus Snow x First Lady!reader

Includes: enemies to lovers, arranged marriage, your dad and grandmother snow being terrible people, angst, misogyny, Coriolanus becomes protective, threats, mentions of death, cursing, allusions of sex, baby claire (kinda followed request, but also not???)

a/n: going through all my requests rn!

For as long as you could remember, you and Coriolanus despised one another.

It started off small in elementary school. He took your fountain pen and never gave it back, making you take his flower pin his grandmother gave him. After that, it all tumbled down into a big game of constant hatred.

In the Academy, you became insightful on the math and science subjects while he focused on English and history. You would go back and forth on who was smarter, often times arguing like young kids that even Dean Highbottom would call you two children.

During your University years, your arguments become more frequent. The both of you were doing your best to please Dr. Gaul and her craziness that neither of you realized that Grandmother Snow and your father set you up for an arranged marriage.

It felt like hell when they told you.

You knew very well that Coriolanus could have any woman in the Capitol and that any man would be lucky to have you as their wife, but you wanted to focus on your studies and become a doctor—not a man’s wife. Especially not Coriolanus Snow’s wife.

Unfortunately, the cards fell in your father’s favor and the two of you wed. Soon after, Coriolanus became the youngest president in the history of Panem. From then on, you had to plaster on a practiced smile and pretend to love Coriolanus for the cameras. And he did as well.

To the world, your relationship was picture perfect.

Behind closed doors, you wouldn’t even talk to one another.

You would eat together at the long dining table but never spoke. It was completely silent like an invisible wall separated the two of you.

The only time you only ever tolerated each other at home was when you were both… frustrated and needed a way to relax. But the next morning, even though you had gotten along well, the night’s activities would be forgotten and you would go back to silent treatment.

Well up until his Grandmother had enough of you not bearing a young Snow.

“Dear, how long has it been since you’ve been married to this young woman?” She would say to Coriolanus with a hint of frustration.

The both of you would sit on the long couch, far from each other while she paced back and forth between the space. She detested the tension, but it was partially her doing anyhow.

“For one year and six months, Grandma’am.” He would respond, sipping his tea and staring at her with boredom.

She huffed at his response before turning to you, “And how long has it been since my grandson has been president?”

“For one year and six months.” You stared at her with folded hands, not daring to meet your husband’s strong gaze as you spoke. “I expect him to stay in Presidency for the rest of his life, Grandma’am.”

“I expect that as well, dear.” She stilled and rested her hands on her cane, standing in the center of the room. “In that case, I’m—the public and future of the Snow name—is in need of an heir.”

Coriolanus choked on his tea and your eyes widened in shock, Grandmother Snow daring the two of you to defy her wishes with one single look.

In theory, the mixture of you and Coriolanus seemed absolutely perfect. In your eyes, it seemed quite horrid and it appeared Coriolanus agreed as well when he met your eyes with the same irritation for his Grandmother.

“Oh, you’re both adults, and everyone in this room knows you get along well with each other when alone.” She waved a dismissive hand around and bit back a smirk when your face and Coriolanus’ burned bright crimson. “You always knew it was expected of you in the end.”

And expected it became.

A few weeks later, you announced to the public that you were bearing Coriolanus’ child. The Capitol rejoiced at the news and it felt like the only thing they could talk about was the new Snow child.

They all believed it was a boy since a girl would never ascend to become president in their eyes. The gender became the hottest topic in any room you walked into. However, the gent of the baby was something both you and Coriolanus decided not to find out until the day your child was born.

Everyone awaited to know what the gender of the Snow child was as you got closer and closer to the due date. There were people who even tried to pretend to be a doctor to try and find the gender out, but no one heard anything. Not even the slightest hint.

On the day of your child’s birth, it was only you, Coriolanus, and the assigned doctors and nurses to aid you. Not even Tigris or Grandma’am was allowed. The cries of your baby filled the room as the doctor did one last check before handing her to you.

The Snow heir was a girl.

You pressed your cheek on the top of your baby as she quieted down in your arms, one finger tucked in her tiny hand and your free hand in Coriolanus’.

“Oh, my sweet girl.” You murmur softly and listen to her gentle breathing. “The world is going to absolutely go crazy over you.”

She squirmed in your arms, incoherent noises spilling from her mouth.

“No, I don’t know if they’ll be happy or not.” You say to her, answering like she had asked a question. “But I certainly am in love with you.”

Coriolanus watched you both, his eyes softening at the sight of his newborn daughter and wife. Never in his life did he think he would have a child with you, yet here you were, speaking to your daughter mere moments after she was born.

“She has your eyes, Coriolanus.” You look over at your husband, your own eyes filled with exhaustion.

He nodded and took his daughter from you gently, wanting to let you rest even for a second. Coriolanus held the bundle close to his chest and smile softly at his daughter, “Your mother is right, darling. The world will be crazy over you.”

She babbled something to him before nuzzling into his chest, falling asleep just like you did. He slowly sat in the chair beside the bed and started at the small family he was forced to create, mind instantly wandering toward the public’s opinion.

For as long as you and Coriolanus could, you kept the gender of your dear daughter a secret. Only those who lived in the house knew of the gender. You even hid it from both your families until the counsel and cabinet began demanding answers from the both of you—coming to your house without warning.

“Word has gotten out your child has been born, Coriolanus. The public demands a viewing and answer.” One of the men pounded on the Presidential Manor door, the other voices agreeing from the back.

You stood at the back of the foyer with Claire in your arms, gently rocking her up and down as Coriolanus and the peacekeepers spoke. You knew they were going to find out about your daughter sooner or later, but the force they were using seemed cruel and unnecessary.

“You need to go upstairs to our bedroom.” Coriolanus went up to you as the peacekeepers dispersed, his hands coming down to your shoulders. “Keep the doors locked—“

The both of you turned slowly to the doors when you heard a key enter the slot, the voices of the men hushed now as the door slowly opened to reveal Grandma’am with one of the master keys.

You glared at the woman as the men entered the manor, voices rising as they saw you turn your body away to shield your child from their prying gaze.

Coriolanus stepped toward the men in disappointment and annoyance, making a mental note to change every person in the counsel and cabinet later. “You cannot just come to my home and demand answers.”

“We can if the president refuses to give out information that would benefit the public’s knowledge.” A voice piped from the sea of men, quieting when Coriolanus glared.

“Coryo, is it a boy or not?” Grandma’am looked past Coriolanus, catching the glint of your child’s blanket wrapped around her tiny body. “It’s a girl, isn’t it?”

Roars of disappointment and anger came from the men surrounding Coriolanus as they heard Grandmother Snow. They began complaining about what the Capitol might think and how it was his fault for not determining the gender sooner in hopes of starting over.

Your baby began to fuss at all the noise, her quiet cries filling the already loud room. You stepped backwards and whispered reassurances to her while keeping an eye on the men who seemed so keen to take her from your arms.

“Here’s an idea: why don’t you tell the press the baby has died and start the process all over again.” A crude man, who looked like he was too old to even function properly, hollered from the back. “Hide the young girl. God knows a woman could never be President in this country.”

Your eyes harden at the man’s words, glaring at him as tears began to well up in your eyes. Your daughter didn’t do anything wrong. In fact, she was probably already more competent than half the men standing in front of you.

Claire, sensing your distress, grabbed your hanging necklace and babbled something to you. Although she was still fussy and upset, she wanted to comfort you.

Coriolanus shook his head at the men and his Grandmother as they spewed horrid ideas. You had just given birth and they already expected you to get pregnant again just so a boy could be born into the Snow name.

He became slightly panicked when Grandma’am approached you to try and grab the baby.

“Coriolanus,” You whispered to him as he stepped closer to you. “Please, don’t let anyone take her.”

He looked back at you and saw his family standing together—scared of what would happen to their peace they once had in their home. Coriolanus never thought it would happen in his life; Loving you. It came as soon as he saw the love and care you had for Claire. He didn’t know he could even love you, nevertheless the child you both brought into the world.

In his eyes, controlling Panem was true power, but the small family he created before him was something he could never replace with that power.

“All of you, get back and give us space to fucking breathe.” Coriolanus spoke coolly, watching the men twist their face in shock before stepping back, his grandmother stepping back as well at his rude language. “My wife and I will not be hiding our daughter, nor will we announce to the public that she has died.”

The men stared at him, half frustrated and half surprised at Coriolanus’ initiative.

“You cannot expect my wife to bear another child mere days after she has just given birth. And it isn’t up to a group of grown men to tell us—her—that she needs to bear a son. It’s up to her whether or not she wishes to have another child.” Coriolanus moved to stand beside you, putting a hand on your back. “Thank you so much for coming to my home unannounced, but unfortunately you will have to leave the premises before my peacekeepers are forced to find another way to get you off my property.”

They all grumbled and slowly shuffled toward the door before Coriolanus spoke again.

“Oh, and you’re all fired.”

You stifle a laugh as the men looked over at your husband like he was crazy, complaints filling the air before they were silenced at the sight of several guns pointed at their bodies from your peacekeepers.

“You didn’t have to fire them.” You murmur to Coriolanus as the last man exited the building.

“They were old. They don’t realize that a woman can ascend to presidency.” He pressed a muted kiss to the top of your head before turning his attention to his Grandmother. “How dare you let those men in?”

“Excuse me?”

Coriolanus narrowed his eyes at her, “You are not allowed back into my house for as long as I live. Do you know what kind of sick and twisted behavior those men possess? Letting them into my house—my manor— because you demanded answers isn’t doing justice to the Snow name.”

Grandma’am stared at her grandson with welling tears, hand over her mouth in shock. “You have no right to yell at me—“

“You had no right to come into my home where my wife and daughter lives. You put them at risk of death.” He took the keys from his Grandmother and threw them at a table. “Leave me and my family alone.”

She sobered up and glared before leaving the house, muttering something about raising him as a child.

You watched her leave a small smile on your face, Claire babbling something like she sensed your smile. Coriolanus turned back to face you and raised an eyebrow at your smile, silently questioning the look.

“She’s always disliked me even when she arranged our marriage.” You shrug. “Good to see her told off by her baby grandchild.”

He rolled his eyes in amusement before looking down at Claire, rubbing his knuckle against her soft cheek. “No one will hurt you, sweet girl. We promise.”

Your gaze softens as Claire leans into her father’s touch, your heart beating for the man you swore you would never love. Her parents might not have loved each other at the start, but thought of both of them protecting their daughter was enough love to fill in the void.

As years passed, genuine affection and love blossomed from you and Coriolanus. The men who once scolded your family were gone and replaced by younger, more open men and women. Grandma’am never stepped foot into the Presidential Manor again and never showed her face in public, forever shamed by Coriolanus.

And your daughter? She became Panem’s sweetheart, along with her younger brother.

You and Coriolanus were always forced to make decisions by every single person, but truly, your daughter was always favored in these choices. Because in the end, it was her birth that led her parents to be truthful and love one another.

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[msmk11]

Here for the party!

🍾 Coriolanus Smow, Trope 34(Kissing in the rain), Angst and Fluff!!

And: Omg I loved the “Forget it!” blurb so much for Coriolanus snow and was wondering if you could turn it into a one shot! I’d be curious of what would happen next!! Or just more Coriolanus snow one shots!! <<33

A/n: Thank you for coming to the party and for the shot, lovely. I decided to combine this ask with a request for a part two of a previous Coryo blurb, but it can absolutely be read on its own! Hope you enjoy :)

I Love You, I'm Sorry

Coriolanus Snow x gn!reader

WC: 1.1k

CW: angst; hurt/comfort; Coriolanus is a bit physically aggressive but not violent

Summary: can be seen as a part two to this, but it can also be a standalone: Despite how absent he's been, your husband begs you to give him another chance.

The sky seems to know that the end of your relationship is here. It too is crying like you, the raindrops fat and heavy like your tears. They pour down on you relentlessly as you rip open the front door of your home and stumble outside, desperate to run somewhere, anywhere. You can barely hear your husband over the splatter of rain on pavement and the shots of thunder crackling through the air, but still, you know he is calling for you. His voice is more desperate than you’ve ever heard it and you feel your insides collapsing in on itself. You kick off your irksome shoes that are slowing you down and leave them behind, just like your life. 

Unfortunately for you, Coriolanus is taller, longer, and faster, and you don’t get far down the drive before he is grabbing your wrist, long fingers a vise. The momentum sends you reeling backwards into him and he wraps his free arm around your waist, steadying you.

“Coriolanus, let go!” you cry out, struggling against him to break free again.

“Stop,” he grits out, “stop.”

You pry at his fingers but they don’t budge and you scream through your teeth, frustrated, “Coriolanus. Let. Me. Go.”

“No.”

He manhandles you to face him, grip just as tight on your waist as he grabs your chin and forces you to look up at him. The look in his eyes is wild and panicked- almost feral. You try to shake your jaw free but he only pinches your face between his fingers harder, “Fuck! Ow! You’re hurting me Coriolanus.”

“Then stop fucking fighting me,” your husband orders, tone firm and unyielding. 

You don’t want to listen to him. You want to run, and to never see him again. But you also know you’re not going to win against him because he is physically bigger and stronger. Anyways, you’re not exactly sure what your plan was. You wanted to run, but where would you go in the middle of a storm with no shoes? Another crash of thunder rumbles through the sky and you tense, but at least you stop squirming. Lightning follows shortly after and it lights up the night sky, so that you can see Coriolanus’ face better. His blonde hair is matted to his forehead, he’s panting heavily, and his blue eyes are even more intense than usual. 

He sees that you’ve stopped fighting, but he doesn’t loosen his grip, “let’s talk inside.”

“No.”

“God, you’re so fucking stubborn,” the blonde grunts, trying to yank you towards the house.

You dig your bare heels into the pavement, ignoring the way they painfully scratch against the ground, “No, if we’re doing this, we’re doing it my way. It’s the least you owe me.”

Coriolanus huffs and frustratedly pushes his now wet mop of hair back away from his eyes, “It’s storming. It doesn’t make sense to stay out here. We’re gonna get sick, or struck by lightning.”

“My way or no way, final offer.”

He lets out a sigh as if the weight of the world is on his shoulders, “fine.” 

Coriolanus digs around in his pocket and pulls out your wedding ring- the one you had thrown at him less than ten minutes ago, “put this back on.”

You shake your head stubbornly and push his hand away.

“Sweetheart, please,” he begs, and his voice sounds so broken, “don’t push me away. I made a mistake, but…but don’t let that be the reason our marriage is over.”

Your hands are trembling and you bite your quivering lip, trying to bite back the tears threatening to spill, “This isn’t just because of one mistake, Coriolanus. This is due to a year of negligence.”

“I know I’ve been gone I’m just-”

“Busy, I know,” you answer dryly, “It’s just not a good enough excuse anymore. If you think that your career is more important than your wife, then this isn’t going to work. I’m not asking you to give it all up, but to just be there more. I miss my husband. The Coryo I used to know.”

“I’m doing it for us and-”

“No, Coriolanus. You’re doing it for you. For your success and happiness. I just want to love you and be loved.”

The dam breaks and your tears start to spill. Your hands that are smushed against his chest start to bang the toned muscle, “what did I do wrong?! Why did you disappear? Am I not enough?”

The sobs are ugly and loud, more like wailing, and your knees are weak beneath you. Coriolanus’ grip grows impossibly stronger, but he doesn’t stop you from hitting him either. He strokes the back of your head, “let it out, darling. I deserve this, I deserve it all.”

“Why don’t you love me anymore?”

“I do,” he answers immediately. 

“You’ve got a funny way of showing it.”

Although it’s pointless with the rain pouring down over the both of you, Coriolanus still wipes away the tears spilling out of your red-rimmed eyes. He chews on his bottom lip thoughtfully before taking a deep breath, “I push everyone away. It’s not personal, apparently. I throw myself into my work because it’s the only reliable thing. The only thing I’ve always had.”

Your heart breaks for him, even if you’re desperately angry with your husband, “Coriolanus, I’m right here. I’ve been right here this whole time. I’m only trying to leave because you made things this way.”

His own eyes fill with tears and he turns away, trying to hide from you. You catch his chin and force him to look at you once more, “don’t hide from me. No more running Coriolanus. You’re going to face this.”

“I’m sorry,” the blonde mutters, over and over again.

Your husband sinks to both his knees on the wet pavement and another rumble of thunder booms above. He bunches the fabric by your hips and rests his head on your stomach, “I’m so sorry. I know I don’t deserve it, but please give me another chance. I love you, I’m sorry. I’ve made a mistake. But- don’t give up on me. We can- we can survive this.”

You tilt his chin up to look at you and you hold his gaze intently. You search for any sign of deceit, but you only see regret.

He’s still muttering the same words over and over “I love you, I’m sorry.”

You sink down onto your knees, so the two of you are level once again. You slip the diamond ring from between his clenched fingers and put it back on your own.

“I forgive you,” you sigh, and then you kiss him passionately, as the rain continues to fall upon you both.

[5sospenguinqueen]

Y/N: I love you and all your flaws.

Coriolanus: So you think I have flaws?

[spideyhexx]

wanna sit between sejanus' legs while sej teaches coryo how to finger someone😵‍💫

anon I want you to know, I saw this last night before I went to bed and the scream I internally let out was insane 🫶 and I have not been able to stop thinking about it🫶and as you will see I did not hesitate with this!

Maybe you've experimented with small makeout sessions between you and Coryo while Sej watches and then the boys would switch, but that's as far as it's gone.

And Coryo let's it slip he has no idea how to pleasure a woman, so Sej decides the next night you're all together, he'll help him out.

Coryo sits near the end of the bed as you sit between Sej's legs, completely naked with your back to his chest. All of your faces are flushed and Sej knows he's gonna have to take the lead here.

"Now with my girl here, a few kisses would be a good start, but I think she's already worked up so we'll skip that," he says, his breath hitting your ear and you're blushing even more. You can't even look Coryo in the eyes, you feel so exposed and you love it.

Sej gently caresses your thigh, urging them to open more. "Be slow, not too fast, gotta build up the anticipation, right honey?" Sej presses a kiss behind your ear as his fingers trail like a ghost touch up and down your thigh. He'd continue this slow tease as Coryo watches in silence. Sej's fingers move closer to your heat, finding your clit.

You let out a gasp and you feel Sejanus smile against you. "She needs this spot rubbed, slow at first but then you can move a little faster, she'll be squirming in no time." You take the chance to look at Coryo and he looks entranced. He's looking directly at Sejanus' fingers, expertly toying with your clit as you feel your hips stir.

"Can hold her hips or thighs down if you want her still." Sej does what he says, using his free hand to hold you as still as possible and that's when you let out a moan.

Coriolanus locks eyes with you then, his mouth parting a little and his hand resting a little too closely to his crotch. "Then, after playing with her like this for a bit, you can..." Sej trails off, dipping his fingers down to rub them through your folds, gathering your wetness on them. You lean your back against Sej's shoulder but he tsks. "look at Coryo, sweetheart." You do as he says.

"She's obedient," is the first thing Coriolanus says and Sej chuckles.

"Sometimes."

You smile at that and Sej teases his finger at your entrance. "start with one finger, then give her two. She likes small thrusts and when you curl them just a tad and don't forget about her clit." Coryo nods, and Sejanus pushes his finger into you, pressing the palm of his hand against your clit.

He does this slow and purposeful for a bit before adding in a second finger. Your hips buck against his hand despite his hold and Coryo moves forward to hold you down, his warm touch surprising but very welcomed. He smirks at you before watching Sejanus pleasure you once more.

After a couple more moments, Sej removes his touch completely from you, making you whine. "Do you want to try now?" He directs to Coryo and the man nods.

They switch positions, Coryo letting out a ragged breath as you press back against him. You choose not to say anything about how hard he is, even though you all knew.

Then, you learn that Coryo is a rather quick learner. He repeats everything Sejanus told him and it's even easier since you're worked up from Sej's touch.

The moment Coryo's fingers curl against the right spot, you're moaning loudly, gripping onto his thigh and Sej holds you down so Coryo could use his free hand to rub at your clit, his speed quickening the more you moan.

Sej would let out little praises under his breath, for you or for Coryo?

You're not sure.

You hear Coryo swallow and let out a breath before he whispers, "c-can I make you cum?" It's an odd, but endearing question, because wasn't that the end point for this anyways? But regardless, you nod. "I'm close, you're doing so good Coryo."

You reach a hand up to tangle in his hair, tugging on the locks as he groans, his own hips pushing harder against your backside. He curls his fingers one more time before you're coming undone on them. Coryo lets you relax against him as you come down from the orgasm, his cock throbbing as he replays the whole thing in his head.

Sejanus looks proud and pats Coryo on the back. "We're gonna teach you so much."

let's chat about coryo, sejanus, or both, here :)

[ebsmind]

mentor!coriolanus who thinks nothing of you the minute he hears that he got the girl from district 12. the image of you on the screen doesn’t even matter either. he can tell you won’t last and the frightened look on your face doesn’t help him whatsoever. he knows that he won’t get the plinth prize his family so desperately needs. and that makes his stomach sink.

mentor!coriolanus who debates on whether he should go see you or not the minute you get to the capital. but tigris manages to convinces him to go and see you. and oh how glad he is that he did. he notices you look more beautiful in person. not that you didn’t on the screen, he just wasn’t focused on that. he has to tell himself he’s only doing this for the plinth prize. nothing else.

mentor!coriolanus who has to hold back from kissing you through the fence from the zoo they threw you in. he promises you that he’ll see you and you’ll be the one to win. he has his doubts but he didn’t want to see someone he cared about die.

mentor!coriolanus who wishes he didn’t cheat his way throughout the games but he did it for you. and himself of course. but also he promised you. he promised he would see you again and that you wouldn’t die. good thing he gave you the small silver compact with a powder oh so deadly.

mentor!coriolanus who got caught. what a shame. but he doesn’t care. he did it for you. but now he’s being sent to district 8 to become a peacemaker for 20 years. he thinks he’ll see you again. he prays that he’ll see you again. and he makes sure of it. even if he has to pay to get stationed in district 12 rather than 8.

mentor!coriolanus who sees you for the first time after winning the 10th hunger games. you seem happy. you’re wearing a dress and dancing to the live music at the small bar. what a sight he thought.

mentor!coriolanus who finally gathers the courage to go up to you. your eyes light up and tears swell up in your eyes. he knows you’re ecstatic to see him. he pulls you away. somewhere quiet. he answers every question you ask, and you do the same. he then kisses you like it’s the last thing he’s ever going to do. it catches you off guard but you deepen the kiss. he never once lets go of you.

[gh0stsp1d3r]

𝒦𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒻ℴ𝓇 𝓎ℴ𝓊

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Warnings- murder, snows a psycho, possessiveness

snow would kill for you, in fact, he has before. Every man and women in Panem knows you’re his girl, his to keep. But that guy kept staring at you, even when coryo came up and gave you a kiss on the cheek, his hands on your hips.

So, he resorted to what he knew best. He excused himself outside. Grabbing the nearest weapon, (a pipe he found on the ground) he followed the man behind an alley quietly, and once he was out of sight, smacking his head with the pipe, knocking him into the wall and unconsciousness.

He then got down the man’s level, punching his face multiple times, blood splattering onto him.

And he went back inside, ridding the blood stained pipe and wiping it off his face. He came back to you, holding his clean hand out for you to hold.

“We shall be going.” He announced to the others, you followed him, none the wiser about the man who had just been murdered by your sweet loving husband.

[shewantstowritefairytales]

You're Losing Me // Coriolanus Snow

~angsty drabble about the end of a relationship with Coriolanus Snow~

“Do you hate me?” he asked. I could see the anger in his eyes. What I would say would only upset him more.

“I don't hate you Coriolanus. I will never hate you.” I hadn’t convinced him, I was holding something back. He knew it, I knew it.

“Don’t lie to me! You promised you would never lie to me.” I didn’t want this. Saying it out loud would make it real, and it would destroy so much.

“Truly Coriolanus, I don’t hate you. I never have. But god, I hate what you have become.” He was angry, I know. Shocked by my honesty, and I already knew.

“What are you talking about? I don't understand.”

“I know you don’t.” and I should have stopped there. I should have taken back my words, apologized, and let it be, but I couldn’t. I was exhausted and once the words started to come out, I knew there was no stopping them. “Do you remember the way we were as children, Coriolanus? We were scared and hungry and we didn't have anything except for each other. We were always there for one another, always putting each other’s needs before our own.” I could see in his eyes as he remembered the way our pasts were intertwined, he couldn't see how things had changed. “The nights you would bring over your favorite blanket for me because I was ill, despite the fact it was your only warm blanket at home. Or the days I would share my lunch with you at school because I knew you wouldn't have any food at home for dinner. We made so many sacrifices for each other.” My heart ached as I thought of our childhoods, the way we survived because of each other. Nowadays, it felt like I spent all my time surviving him.

“Nothing has changed–”

“Everything has changed!! We grew up and you went away. I stayed here waiting for you because I knew you, and I loved you. Because you were it for me. Your heart knew mine, and your mind was beautiful. You were open and understanding and gentle. But then you came back and it was like something had been switched off in your mind. You had become short and stern. Your eyes were empty and your voice was cold. And still I stayed because I could tell you were hurting. Time went on and slowly it felt like you were coming back to me. Like on our wedding night when we sat on the floor in our reception clothes eating junk food. We laughed for hours about how ridiculous we must have looked, and I remember thinking ‘This is it, he’s home. Things are going to be normal, he is going to be okay.’ Coriolanus I stood by you from student to head gamemaker, all the way to becoming the youngest president of Panem. I was so proud and I understood that these job titles came with certain expectations and responsibilities that could not be avoided. I have never once complained about missed birthdays or anniversaries. I bit my tongue when I was brought to important outings, despite knowing that I would spend the evening being talked down to and would be expected to be nothing more than an arm accessory for you. I smiled politely and agreed with everything that was said. I lost myself to love you. With every inch of power you have gained Coriolanus, you have taken a step away from me. You say that you love me, you tell the world that you’re proud to have me by your side, but you can't see it. You can't see that I am dying inside. I am a shell of who I was. I live in painful silence, overly aware that my unhappiness would be an intrusion on this perfect life you have created for us.” My voice cracked, tears begging to fall as I took a shaky breath. My hands were shaking as I rubbed my palms against the sides of my dress, attempting to smooth down any non-existent wrinkles as a sort of grasp for some control of this terrible moment.

“You’re losing me, and you have done nothing to stop it.” The silence from him was expected, after all, to him this came out of nowhere. He had convinced himself and the world that things between us were perfect. To me, this was years in the making. For as long as I could remember, I had convinced myself it was necessary, losing myself to love him. To make myself dull so that he could shine. But this was the final straw. To accuse me of hating him when I have done all but kill myself to love him. I never asked him to choose me, I had convinced myself that one day all my sacrifices would lead him to put me first. But in the end I got no love, only accusations and disbelief. Only a single tear fell from my eyes as I saw the decision cloud into his eyes. He had decided that losing me would be worth it. I nodded and turned to walk out. Maybe losing me would be worth it for him, but not for me. I would find myself again.

[corioswife]

first post 🎀 nsfw 18+ skip if uncomfortable !!

Early President!Coriolanus Snow x Fem!Reader

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Coriolanus Snow, the infamous President of Panem, found himself alone in the Capitol's vast library. The dim lighting cast an ethereal glow over his surroundings, adding an air of intimacy to the usually austere environment.

" I shouldn't be here " he mused aloud, his deep voice echoing through the shelves. Yet here he was, unable to shake off the thought of you - the woman who had captured his heart and mind like no other.

You were unlike any other woman Coriolanus had met - fierce and fearless, with a wit as sharp as your tongue. Your laughter was contagious, and your eyes held a sparkle that set him on fire every time they met.

As he paced through the aisles, his hands clenched into fists at his sides, fighting against the desire coursing through him. He couldn't deny it any longer; he needed you, craved you, wanted nothing more than to feel your body pressed against his.

With a growl of frustration, President Snow made his way towards the secluded section of the library where he knew you often retreated during your visits to the Capitol. The scent of your favorite lavender-scented candles wafted through the air, guiding him towards you.

" You " he breathed out, his heart hammering against his chest as he finally laid eyes on you. You were curled up on a plush armchair, lost in a book, unaware of his presence.

Coriolanus slowly approached, stepping closer to you until he was directly in front of you. Without breaking your gaze, he extended his hand invitingly, his voice low and seductive. " May I? " May I join you? " You glance up at him, a small smile tugging at your lips. Despite the political tension between you, there's an undeniable spark between you two that refuses to be ignored

" Of course " you replied, setting your book aside on the table next to you. As you shifted slightly, your skirt hitched up just enough to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of lace-trimmed black lingerie beneath.

Coriolanus couldn't resist reaching out to touch you, running his fingers lightly down your arm. " You look so radiant " he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

" President Snow " you purred, leaning into his touch. Your eyes locked onto his, a silent invitation passing between you.

The tension between you two was palpable as Coriolanus stepped closer, his body brushing against yours. His hand trailed up your thigh, tracing the delicate lace of your undergarment. " I've been thinking about this moment for far too long "

You breathed out softly, your heart racing as his fingers teased against your sensitive skin. " And what have you been thinking? " you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Coriolanus' lips curved into a devilish grin as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against your neck. " I've been thinking about what it would be like to taste you " he whispered, his fingers tracing patterns on your inner thigh.

Your heart raced as his fingers skimmed ever closer to your core. " Coriolanus " you gasped out, your body shivering in anticipation. " Yes? " He paused, his fingertips lingering on the edge of your undergarment.

With one final, teasing swipe, he pushed aside the lace and exposed you to his touch. His warm breath fanned across your sensitive folds, sending shivers down your spine. " I want to taste you " he confirmed, his voice low and husky.

" Then taste " you breathed out, arching your hips up towards him. His tongue darted out and licked gently against you, teasing and exploring every inch of your sensitive skin.

You moaned softly, your body trembling with anticipation. You wanted more, needed more, as his tongue danced across your sensitive skin. " More " you whispered, your voice barely more than a breath.

With a groan of desire, Coriolanus plunged deeper into the wet heat between your legs. His tongue delved inside you, exploring every curve and tight spot with precision.

You cried out, gasping as his tongue flicked against your sensitive bundle of nerves. Your hips began to rock rhythmically against his mouth, seeking more of the exquisite pleasure he was giving you.

Encouraged by your reactions, Coriolanus pushed further inside you, his tongue working in tandem with his fingers to fill you completely. He moaned around you, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine.

You whimpered, lost in the sensation of his fingers and tongue working in tandem inside you. Your entire being seemed to focus on the exquisite pleasure coursing through you.

" Coriolanus " you cried out, your voice breaking. You could feel the approaching climax building deep within you, threatening to break free.

" Let go " he growled against your skin, his fingers digging into your hips as he held you still for his pleasure. You did as he commanded, your body shuddering as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over you.

" Coriolanus " you moaned, your voice still weak with pleasure. You felt him grow hard against your leg, and you knew what he wanted. " Yes " you breathed as he finally gave into his desire, sliding slowly into you. " Yes "

" Fuck " he groaned, his hips bucking forward as he buried himself inside you. You arched your back, meeting his every thrust with equal passion. " So Good " he murmured, his hands gripping your hips tightly.

You moaned in agreement, your body trembling under the onslaught of sensations. You could feel him growing larger inside you, stretching you to new depths. " Harder " you begged, needing more of his strength to drive you over the edge once more.

With a growl, he complied, his powerful strokes claiming your body as his own. The bed beneath you creaked under the force of their lovemaking. Your cries of pleasure echoed through the room, fueling his lust even further.

Coriolanus's fingers dug deeper into your skin, leaving trails of pleasure-pain as he found your sweet spot again and again. Your body felt like it was on fire, consumed by desire for him.

" I want to feel you come apart again " he groaned against your ear, his thrusts erratic with need. Your core clenched around his length, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. Your back arched in pleasure, your cries echoing through the room.

With one last, powerful thrust, Coriolanus slammed into you, filling you up completely. Your entire body shuddered with the force of your orgasm, clenching around him with unending pleasure.