#coriolanus snow headcanon

[lqveharrington]

Winter Gala | C.S.

summary: Coriolanus’ first winter gala as Panem’s President and your first winter gala as First Lady.

pairing: young, president!coriolanus snow x fem, first lady!reader

includes: literally just fluff and kissing. (and some hints to reader being pregnant.)

a/n: some winter love for my favorite (aka coryo bb)

“Don’t you look gorgeous, my First Lady.” Coriolanus wraps his arms around your waist as you clip your earrings on, smiling at him through the mirror.

“You look pretty handsome yourself, Mr. President.” You turn in his arms and lace your own behind his neck, eyes flickering around his face. “First winter gala as the President, Coryo. That’s exciting.”

He lowers his arms down to your hips, placing a chaste kiss to your lips. “Let’s give them a night to remember.”

You let one hand drift to his lips, wiping some of the lipstick off. “Perfect.”

Truly, everything in the Snow Manor was perfect. The help decorated the walls and halls with the lights you deemed the best, and the cooks made the most delicious foods for those to come eat. There were christmas trees present in almost every room, with waiters holding champagne glasses on silver platers. Coriolanus and yourself made sure everything was perfect for the first winter gala as President of Panem.

All of those who held status in the Capitol were invited, along with the past district mentors whom you both attended classes with. There was press inside and unwanted paparazzi outside, immediately becoming the talk of those who arrived to the manor.

As the Snow manor filled with distinguished guests, you were hooked around Coriolanus’ arm like a beautiful trophy, conversing with only those you wanted to.

“It’s wonderful to see you again, Livia.” You give her your best smile, removing yourself from your husband to give her a brief hug. “I’m sure Festus has been a pain, as usual.”

“Don’t say that.” She quietly laughed, giving her own husband a glance before looking at the manor in awe and grabbing two champagne glasses of a server’s plate. “Here.”

“Oh no, thank you.” You decline politely, folding your hands together.

“Suit yourself.” She placed one back onto another plater. “The place looks wonderful. The lighting is everything.”

“Thank you. I do love a—“

“Excuse me, ladies, but could I borrow my wife for a bit? It’s time for my speech.” Coriolanus cut in, sneaking an arm around your waist.

Livia nodded, gesturing toward you. “Of course.”

You give her one last smile before following Coriolanus. Sure, you wanted to converse with old classmates, but as the most popular couple in Panem, you had other duties to tend to.

“See Tigris yet?” You murmur in his direction as you ascend the stairs, Coriolanus’ hand placed on the small of your back.

He shook his head, “She didn’t show. She called and said she was busy with work.”

“That’s too bad. I was hoping to speak to her about an important matter.” You frown and mumble the last bit, your ringed hand lightly moving to your stomach. “Anyway, you must mention how you were delighted to see everyone come here today.”

“Of course, I will. You think I don’t remember that, beautiful?” He kissed your cheek as you reached the balcony looking over the foyer. “Ready?”

“Always.” You lace hands with him.

Coriolanus instructed someone to shut the main lights off and flash the spot light on you both, earning awed noises from the crowd below.

“Thank you all for coming to our first winter gala!” Coriolanus started and got applause from those in the audience.

He went on to thanking everyone who came and spoke about his time as President, calling out those who helped him win the election.

“And of course, I would not have done this all with my lovely wife. Give it up for her, yeah?” He spoke, your name flawlessly living his lips. You flush from the praise but wave to the people below, squeezing Coriolanus’ hand.

“Want to say anything?” He murmured as the applause quieted. You shook your head, resting your hand on your stomach again.

Coriolanus kissed your cheek once more before wrapping up his speech, raising his glass as a final gesture. Everyone else followed suit, your own glass of water being lifted.

“Wonderful speech, my love.” You show your pearly whites as he whisked you away to a hallway.

“That’s because you wrote it, darling.” He met your lips, feeling your grin widen in the kiss.

You let one hand rest on his chest while the other comes around to his neck, Coriolanus’ hands firm on your waist.

“I love you.” You mumble in between kisses, holding your urge to not slide your fingers through his slicked back hair.

He squeezes your waist, pulling you impossibly closer. “I love you more.”

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[pinchofhoney]

be careful what you wish for

coriolanus snow x fem!reader

word count: 1.7k

warning: platonic relationship, quite angst-ish, text in italics is a flashback

summary: Turning in a district boy to the authorities felt like the right thing to do for Coriolanus. But what if, in doing so, he betrayed you as well?

a/n: absolutely no one asked for it, but i'll deliver it to you anyway<33 i'd say have fun but i'm not sure i'd be appropriate here

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The moment Sejanus shared Billy Taup's escape plan with you, there wasn't much hesitation on your part. It's not that you acted without thinking; it's just that you didn't need much time to decide.

The summer was scorching, feeling like an unending oven. The sun never let up, and even when you hoped for cooler nights, the heat lingered. You've gotten used to the coal dust that's practically become your second skin in District 12, but what truly got to you wasn't the clinging dirt. It was the musty scent of men's sweat, a scent that clung to the air, heavy with the hard work that defined your daily life.

Being one of the few female Peacekeepers among a crowd of men wasn't your ideal situation. Many other girls had come and gone, unable to stand the sacrifices the job demanded, but you stood your ground, determined to prove yourself in this role, even if serving in this particular district wasn't your dream come true.

At least until a certain point.

When you first arrived in District 12, your main goal was to pass your officer's exam as quickly as possible and secure a transfer elsewhere. But when young Plinth kindled the idea of a life beyond authority and rules, the seed of belief in freedom took root within you. The very thought of it resonated in your mind, sounding truly incredible, and you couldn't wait to leave the filthy district behind, escaping through a gap in the wire mesh fence.

But, of course, life wouldn't be too easy if everything just went as planned, right?

One moment, you were getting ready with Sejanus and the other rebels, gathering the basics for your escape north to the supposedly destroyed District 13. The next, you found yourself standing behind one of the empty houses on the Seam with Coriolanus. He held onto your shoulders, telling you urgently that you had to leave the District as soon as possible.

“What?” was the first word that slipped from your lips, your brows furrowed in confusion as you looked at your friend. “Isn't that exactly what we're working on?” you added, slightly amused, pushing Coriolanus' hands off your shoulders.

Shaking your head, you were about to update him on your progress when he caught your forearm again. “I think you misunderstood me, Y/N,” he said, his face dead serious. “You need to get out of here now,” he continued, and seeing your raised eyebrow, he almost gritted the last word through his teeth.

“What do you mean, Coryo?” you asked, breaking the silence after staring at him for a while, tired of him speaking in riddles.

Now Coriolanus was the one staying silent, his cool eyes fixed on you. You couldn't decipher his expressions; it felt like he was betraying a hundred feelings at once and, at the same time, nothing at all.

“I… um, there's…” the blond man started, stumbling over his words, unsure how to share the information he needed to tell you. “There's a chance that the talk Sejanus and I had, which you joined not long ago, about your escape plan, might have been fully recorded by one of the jabberjays.”

You seemed not to grasp the gravity of Coriolanus' words, so you stared at him, searching for any hint in his eyes that he might be joking.

“Okay, so what?” you eventually asked, once again furrowing your brows, this time with a bit less intensity.When a twig snapped around the building's corner, you quickly turned, thinking it might be someone eavesdropping, but finding only a small hedgehog, you shifted your attention back to the boy in the bluish uniform.

“So what?” Coriolanus repeated your question, unable to believe your difficulty in connecting the dots. “Y/N, these birds are headed to the Capitol. To the lab of the woman who’s the Head Gamemaker of the Hunger Games. And do you know what the Capitol authorities do to rebels?” he asked the question, not waiting for your response. “They hang them on the hanging tree, Y/N.”

You stared at Coriolanus, steadying yourself with a hand against the wooden building. With every word he spoke, you felt the color drain from your face.

“How… How did this happen?” you asked, trying to keep your emotions in check.

Coriolanus happily took care of the mockingjays, moving their cages, tagging them, and passing them along. As Bug left with the fiftieth cage, Sejanus burst into the room, full of excitement. He shared the good news about the upcoming package from his mother with his friends, watching Bug leave with a smile before turning to Coriolanus, who had just finished dealing with the bird marked as number 1.

The bird chirped in its cage, mimicking the last mockingbird, but once Bug was gone, Sejanus' cheerful expression faded, replaced by a troubled look. He glanced around the hangar to ensure they were alone before speaking in a quiet voice.

“Listen, we've only got a few minutes. I know you might not like what I'm about to do, but I need you to at least understand it. After what you said the other day, about us being like brothers, well, I feel I owe you an explanation. Please, just hear me out.”

This was the moment, the confession.

Now was the time for the pieces to be explained, especially about the alliance with rebels and money that he found in Sejanus' belongings. Once Coriolanus heard it, he'd be as good as one of them, a traitor to the Capitol.

Panic, running, or trying to silence Sejanus could be expected, but Coriolanus did none of these things. Instead, his hands moved instinctively. His left hand adjusted the cover of the jabberjay cage, while his right, hidden from Sejanus's view by his body, reached for a remote on the counter. Coriolanus pressed RECORD, and the jabberjay fell silent.

Turning his back to the cage, Coriolanus leaned on the table with his hands, waiting.

In the middle of Sejanus' explanation, you dashed into the hangar like a hurricane itself.

“There you are!” you exclaimed, both happy and a bit annoyed to find young Plinth. “Why didn't you wait for me? I said I wanted to go to Coryo with you,” you added, crossing your arms on your chest as you closed the gap between the boys and yourself.

It seemed that Coriolanus, noticing you in the hangar, tensed up a bit. He glanced briefly at the cage with the bird recording the conversation on the table, but neither of you or Sejanus noticed, and together, you continued explaining your plan to him.

During your report, where you and Sejanus competed over who could give Coriolanus more details, he lowered his head and rubbed his brow with his fingertips. It looked like he was trying to gather his thoughts, unsure how long he could stay silent without seeming suspicious.

But Sejanus rushed on, “I couldn't leave without telling you. You've been like a brother to me. I'll never forget what you did for me in the arena. I'll find a way to let Ma know what happened to me. And my father, too. I'll let him know the Plinth name lives on, even if it's in obscurity.”

The mention of the Plinth name was enough.

Coriolanus's left hand found the remote, and he pressed the NEUTRAL button with his thumb. The jabberjay resumed its earlier song.

Something caught Coriolanus's attention. “Here comes Bug.”

“Here comes Bug,” the bird echoed in his voice.

“Hush, you silly thing,” he scolded the bird, secretly pleased it had returned to its normal pattern. Nothing to alert both of you. He quickly covered the cage with a cloth and marked it with J1.

“I swear, I have no idea,” Coriolanus lied, wearing a worried expression. “While rearranging the cages, one of them must have snagged the remote control.”

You lightly bit your lower lip, eyeing your friend. Without any reason to doubt him, you finally let out a shaky breath.

Gazing up at the sky, you counted to three in your mind to steady your nerves. Then, you looked back at Coriolanus.

“Does Sejanus know?”

“Of course, I told him first,” he lied again, his gaze fixed beyond your shoulders without losing the concerned look on his face.

“God, what are we going to do now?” nerves took over every cell in your body as you asked another question. You leaned against the wooden building, slowly lowering yourself until you were sitting on the ground.

You lifted your head to meet Coriolanus's eyes, and he crouched in front of you, placing his hand on one of your knees.

“Hey, don't stress. You're heading back to the base now. Pack what you need, and tonight, you'll slip out of the district just like you planned with the rebels. You'll meet Sejanus at the lake, alright?” he spoke with a calmness, almost like talking to a kid, trying to reassure you.

Even though Coriolanus despised rebels — those who went against the Capitol's rules — he didn't want you to suffer the consequences that would surely befall Sejanus. He had nothing against you; in fact, he genuinely liked you. Your innocence about a better life beyond the Capitol's control wasn't his concern because you hadn't caused him any trouble, unlike young Plinth who had stirred up problems more than once.

“But won't it be suspicious if I suddenly vanish? They'll be searching for me, Coryo. They'll find me and punish me,” you said, placing your hand on his.

“I told you not to worry, remember?” Coriolanus replied, a bit sharper but still maintaining his reassuring tone. “I'll figure something out. No one's going to harm you.”

“But Coryo, you-” you began, but he quickly cut you off.

“Enough, Y/N,” Coriolanus said firmly, standing up from his crouch. “Get up. We're heading back to base,” he reached out a hand to you, which you took after a moment's hesitation. He helped you stand, silently conveying to act naturally before stepping out from behind the building.

You had no choice but to go along with Coriolanus' questionable plan, clinging to the hope that he knew what he was doing.

Little did you grasp the reality—that he was the cunning architect behind the recorded conversation. Sejanus wouldn't show up at the lake beyond District 12's boundaries. Instead, his fate would take a dark turn as he dangled lifeless from a tree in a matter of days.

[spideyhexx]

stressed out law student coryo taking his frustrations out on you… if you know what i mean 🫶

I DO I KNOW WHAT YOU MEAN

mdni

He's so overworked, he's frustrated with an assignment that's taking him forever, he's already sleep-deprived and then he sees you wearing one of his shirts and your underwear. While that may be a common thing for you to wear casually when you're home, it sets him off.

He's grabbing your hips and giving you a pleading look to the point you don't even need to ask what he wants. As soon as you give him the go-ahead, he's pushing his papers aside, too in his head to care that they're gonna be all out of order. Coryo will deal with it later.

He lifts you to sit on his desk, his lips frantic on your neck as you undo his belt and pants zipper. Cause of course he was still in his clothes from the day. Coryo nudges your hands away and fishes his cock out of his boxers and pants, barely even pulling them down.

And he fucks you hard. You're sitting on the edge of the desk, but he's got your thighs and hips in such a tight hold, if he wanted to, he could lift you off the desk and still try and fuck you with your legs around his waist. And he's relentless, all of the pent-up frustration pouring out in his motions, his muscles using all that strength to pound into you until you're a mess for him. Clinging to him, whining for him, anything he can get.

Also, Coryo is a rambler, his thoughts are on his work, but also on you. He's grunting, whispering right against your skin in between his sloppy kisses and occasional bites.

"Sometimes I wonder why I wanted to pursue this fuckin' thing, 'm losin' my mind."

"This essay, like I don't know if I can...oh fuck, honey....fuck, you're this wet for me? All for me?"

"Think I gotta stay up tonight, honey, I'll make coffee after I-mmmm oh do that again," groaning, distracted by your tugs to his hair, your nails on his scalp, rubbing, scratching, all of it.

"I love...your pussy is fuckin' driving me insane, I hate...I fuckin' hate it, baby, I needed you, did you know that? Thank you, baby."

and once you're both finished, he's too exhausted to continue his work immediately so you make him take a hot shower with you <3

[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

[hyperfixationstati0n]

i know the first one isn’t original 😔 if you know who came up with the hc first lmk because i’m aware it’s not new LMAO

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Coriolanus Snow who you swear got his last name because he is always so cold. Even when he has the Plinths money and is eating better he is still ice cold. He likes to sneak up behind you and put his hand on the back of your neck and see you get goosebumps everywhere.

Coriolanus Snow who doesn’t stop spoiling you. like…weekend shopping trips are dates for him. just buying you whatever and showing you off because you’re all his.

Coriolanus Snow who will NOT let you call him pet names. He will tolerate things like “love” but anything else he shuts down immediately. but he’s also the king of pet names for you so he’s contradicting himself.

Coriolanus Snow who also is super protective (obviously) but let’s say in a world where that doesn’t turn toxic and crazy. He always has a hand on you somehow. Holding your hand, a hand on your back, something to show that you’re his and he’s yours. And god forbid someone even breathe at you the wrong way. He’ll banish them if he’s president by then 😭

[thesunrisesss]

Katniss: *breathes*

Snow: it’s like the time when Lucy Gray did that too and then tried to kill me

[5sospenguinqueen]

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

Coriolanus: So you think I have flaws?

[lex-the-flex]

Snow Being Your Taste-Tester

The chaos in preparation for Reaping Day filled Coriolanus with an uncomfortable amount of dread. So much that when the agonizingly long week seemed to drag on for far too long, he needed to find an escape.

And his escape was in the heart of Panem inside a little bakery.

Opening the oven, the scent of your freshly baked bread filled your tiny bakery with a warm and welcoming feeling. Breathing in the fresh sensation, you watch the hot steam rise from the loaves of your medium sized sourdough bread. Carefully setting the tray on a wooden board, you started to fan the bread to cool when the bell above the entry door jingled, alerting you that a new guest had come in.

Walking to the counter, your face lit up as you turned to see Coriolanus Snow standing in your shop.

“Coryo! I didn’t expect to see you today." You said, walking around to give him a hug.

Returning the embrace, he places his chin on the top of your head before swaying the two of you back and forth.

"I know I was supposed to be here tomorrow, but I had to get out of the Academy. All the professors and Dean Highbottom are starting to drive me crazy. Reaping Day is only two weeks away and I desperately needed a break." He explains, rubbing your arms.

"I'm sorry, Coryo. I can't imagine the stress you're going through right now. How do you think I feel? I've been trying the new recipes that Clem recommended, but they're taking forever." You reply.

Pinching each of the sourdough loaves, you silently start to prepare them for the display case, only realizing that you baked one too many.

"Hey, would you like to try the sourdough? It's a new recipe, but it doesn't taste all that different to me. I can give you some honey with it." You say, placing the loaf on a separate cutting board.

"I'd love to, Y/N. I'll try anything you make." Coriolanus answers, leaning on the counter.

Smiling, you cut him a thin slice before topping it with a little drizzle of honey and a piece of your leftover Swiss cheese. Taking a big bite, the crust is crispy and Coriolanus practically collapses against the counter.

"Oh my God, Y/N! You've done it. This is the best piece of bread I've ever had in my life and I've eaten a lot of horrible bread." Coriolanus compliments.

"Aw, thank you Coryo. That means so much. Well, consider yourself my official taste-tester!" You beam, watching your friend devour the rest of his snack.

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dirty secret

coriolanus snow x reader

tip me on kofi

requested: nope, I pulled this out of my ass, but if you want more coryo stuff lemme know 😜

warnings: suggestive content, coriolanus snow (derogatory), speaking of derogatory, snow has a degrading kink in this so yeah, mentions of cockstepping, faceslapping, just... be prepared

content: im p sure i dont mention readers gender but pls correct me if you catch anything, hella ooc snow (like, this dude would never act like this but I'm a writer which means I can make him do whatever I want), readers a bitch but snow likes it, sub!coryo, lowercase intended because fuck grammar, unedited

smut under the cut♡

a/n: give me more submissive coriolanus you cowards (I'm kidding ur not cowards but pretty please write this man begging for mommy to let him cum or whatever, not for me, I swear.) also, this is my first time writing full smut like ever so, idek what came over and I wanna apologise😭😭

here me out, academic rival!coryo with a little secret...

the two of share a friend, for lack of a more fitting term, in clemesia, and find yourselves in each others presence often as a result of the fact. and this would be good and well, if the two of you didn't despise each other down to the bone.

besides the fact that the two of you felt the need to prove yourselves due to differing circumstances, you both also shared an insatiable need for power, the kind that could only be obtained by bring the very best at the academy.

it was almost comical how much you wanted to beat each other, and this rivalry bled into your non academic interactions, making them just as sour.

coriolanus found genuine enjoyment in getting under your skin, and you retaliating only made him want to poke at you more, which led to you retaliating once again, and so on and so forth.

as time passed, you'd somehow found yourself tolerating snow, even going as far as to enjoy your occasional back and forths with each other when you were the only two in the library, sitting at same desk even though you didn't need to (coriolanus insisted on planting himself directly across from you just to be a nuisance, and it worked.)

your banter turned more and more friendly, confusing your peers as you walked side by side, your arm linked with his as you bragged about receiving a higher score than him on a test, to which he just responded that you had gotten lucky and that it wouldn't happen again.

you didn't turn completely soft though, your insults were still as sharp as ever, even though you now said them with a playful smirk. they were cruel, and always seemed to send coriolanus into a spiral as he attempted to get the last word in, which he never did, always waving the white flag at the end.

you had always held that over his head, the fact that you could always best him in a verbal battle, on top of beating him in assignments and the like. but what you didn't know was that you were mistaken.

coriolanus didn't always relent because you were better at verbal lashings (which you were, but that's besides the point), he always stopped egging you on before your words escalated because if he let you degrade him any further, he wouldn't be able to hide how much he liked it.

he was almost shameless, as if he wanted you to know just how much you turned him on during you spats with him. like today for example, where you had been particularly harsh to him, even going as far as calling him useless. it wasn't his fault, someone had passed you off before you had met up with him in the library and you were more agitated than usual.

he excused himself to the bathroom shortly after, and you found yourself wondering if what you said had affected him so heavily that he needed to get away from you.

oh, it affected him alright. he thanked the universe that 1) something had happened to make you as harsh as you were and 2) that the bathroom he entered was completely empty because he knew that he would have a bit of trouble keeping himself quiet.

he had barely made it to a stall and closed the door before palming himself through his pants, shudders moving through his whole body as his hips canted to meet his hand.

a whine tore through his throat as he imagined you catching him like this, and he quickly unbuckled his belt and slipped his hand in his underwear, stroking his dick firmly at the image.

you would probably laugh at him, dishing out every degrading name you could think of, calling him a dirt slut, saying that he was disgusting pervert for being so turned on at you being mean to him. and he would nod his head vigorously, because he was a slut, only for you.

maybe you would slap him across the face, leaving him with red cheeks, or maybe you would step on his poor weeping cock until he came on your shoe. would you make him clean it off? god, help him if you did.

his hips stuttered at the thought of eating his own cum, it was just so dirty and the fact that a simple look from you could turn him into such a depraved shell of the image that he excuded in his day to day was enough to send him over the edge.

he came with a groan, his hips not ceasing their thrusting into his fist until every last drop was out. as he cleaned himself up, fixing his uniform in the mirror, he wondered if maybe, just maybe, you knew what you were doing to him. and if the look you gave him when he came back, timidly taking his seat, it seemed that you had some idea.

"you know, I think you need to punished for what you just did, coryo. for what you've been doing. do you like the sound of that, hmm?"

and if the way the cock pulsed in his pants, already hard again was any indication, he loved the sound of that.

[abundance-of-fic-reblogs]

Does anyone else think that Coriolanus Snow would probably lowkey be scared of pregnancy/childbirth if it was a partner he cared about?

During the First Rebellion, his mother bled out while trying to give birth to his younger sister (who also died) when he was around 5 years old, so I feel like that would always be in the back of his mind with a pregnant partner.

And as we all know, Coriolanus values having control. But there's not much control to be had over pregnancy or childbirth, especially if something begins to go wrong. So I think he would lose his mind over that a little bit. He likely would not be vocal about his fears with his partner, but I feel like it would show in his treatment of them. He would take any little ache or pain of theirs much more serious than he would have before the pregnancy. If they experience any major discomfort during pregnancy, he would probably immediately call a doctor over just to be on the safe side.

[cybersunnie]

sunnie baby !! have u any thoughts inside that beautiful noggin of yours on academic rival corio ?

Coriolanus thought too highly of himself.

You were clever, but he believed he was even more so. That was how his mind worked.

But he would be a fool to ignore the constant praises you received from professors and fellow peers. With your wit and eloquence, you managed to climb your way to the top of the class, though you have yet to surpass him. But you were getting close. 

Dangerously close.

He couldn't deny that you were a threat. A threat to the Plinth Prize he so desperately wanted, needed, and deserved. And here you were, trying to take away that from him. 

It's almost cute—how hard you were trying.

Did Dean Highbottom put you to this? The dean had always despised him. Coriolanus wouldn't be surprised if that were the case. But why would you agree to do it? From as far as he knew, he hadn't wronged you in the past. You wouldn't have any motive.

Unless you just enjoyed being insufferable.

Whenever he answered a question in class, you would raise your hand and add to it as if his response wasn't adequate. When a professor complimented you, he swore you would look at him just to see how he would react. (Coriolanus never gave you the satisfaction, though). If you two were in the same room, friendly discussions turned into debates. The first time it happened was in Communications. After that, Satyria Click often placed you and him on opposing sides to “see what happens.”

But you were still polite to him even with this rivalry between you two. Nauseatingly polite. 

Your smiles and honeyed words made his ego swell, but Coriolanus knew what they truly were. They were sneers masked as smiles. Taunts that were worded to sound like praise.

How did he know? Because he was doing the same to you.

In the eyes of an outsider, you two were civil—classmates who respected each other despite the ever-growing tension between them. But it was all to save face, to seem like the bigger person.

Deep down, Coriolanus liked playing this little game with you. Cat and mouse. Near captures and repeated escapes. You were so easy to read. So predictable. He liked making you think you could outsmart him. He found pleasure in making you think you were winning. And he would let you bask in that feeling of victory so that it would hurt more when he defeats you. How could he not play with you?

As the rivalry ensued, he would watch you from afar. Some may call it obsessive, but he called it studying. He studied your mannerisms and learned the subject you excelled in the most so that he could take that away from you, too. 

You were all-encompassing. Everything Coriolanus did shifted back to you. What would you do? And how could he do it better?

There was one thing he didn't know—one thing he was unaware of. If Coriolanus’ delusions hadn’t blinded him, he would have realized that you just wanted to do well in your academics. He would have realized that you weren't trying to compete with him, and that your smiles and compliments were genuine. No ulterior motive.

But it didn't matter. He was having too much fun.

And Coriolanus would like to play with you, his "rival," just a little longer.

tldr: in my head, academic rival!coryo is a paranoid and delusional mess that thinks you are out to get him, but in actuality, you are just trying to do good in school—completely unaware of said "rivalry". author's note: not proofread. this is my roman empire. i love writing delusional coryo. anyways, i hope you liked this kaia mwah! 💋

[lqveharrington]

Fake-Love | C.S.

summary: a boy was bothering you, so you and Coriolanus take it into your own hands.

pairing: university!coriolanus snow x fem!reader

includes: a very unstable, toxic relationship between the two, (arranged marriage), making out, comments toward the reader’s body, implied sex (it isn’t written), mentions of murder

a/n: soooo, as i write for the Silver Roses & Fallen Snow series, i decided to write a billion one-shot for our favorite blond to keep the era for him alive so i can finish my series 🫡. also, the uniforms are based of the gilmore girls’ one, since they are in university now and not academy.

The arranged marriage between the Snows and the Edevanes were always doomed to happen. You were born the same year as Coriolanus, and your families were already close with each other.

It was just, you and Coriolanus despised one another.

The feeling was 100% mutual. The reasoning for such a feud was due to the never ending fight for the brightest student in the Capitol. During your years in Academy, it was a tie in every class. Of course, your hatred for one another was more tame.

It only really changed when Coriolanus came back from serving the Districts as a peacekeeper. There was something about his demeanor that was much different, plus the way he was built could have made you weak in the knees.

He joined University a little after it had started for your class, but that didn’t stop him from becoming the best. You were currently the top of your class in University, but that changed when he joined under Dr. Gaul. His jabs to your reputation were much stronger than in Academy. He would make comments about you when walking down the hall behind you, making sure you understood that he would do whatever it took to be back on top.

So, when your parents dropped the bomb on you that you were to be engaged to Coriolanus as soon as possible, your blood boiled at the male. You could not believe he stooped that low to get back at you.

And about a few weeks after the initial announcement, you and Coriolanus officially got engaged, becoming the sudden talk of the Capitol.

“How did you keep your dating life such a huge secret?” A reporter stuck their microphone up to your face as you and Coriolanus exited a car together.

“Well, we were just so love struck with one another that we didn’t want others to know.” Coriolanus smiled, answering the question for you.

His arm was looped around yours as you were guided into the University, answering all the questions being asked of you both. The moment you stepped inside the school grounds you let go of the male, dusting off your uniform’s plaid skirt.

“What time do your classes end?” He muttered toward you, adjusting his own uniform.

“I have study hall all day, I’ll be done whenever you are.” You state as you head for the library, ignoring the icy stare your fiancé was giving you.

Since Coriolanus studied under Dr. Gaul, you knew you would have to stay a lot longer in the University’s library than usual, but you did not necessarily care. You had textbook assignments due, and it was an opportunity to get everything done.

That was the goal until a first year at the University started bothering you.

“I told you, I’m busy.” You stand from your seat, furrowing your brows at the young male. “If you’ll excuse me, I have to go find a book for my psychology lessons.”

“Aw, don’t be lame.” He inched toward you, grabbing your wrist. “Why don’t we have our own fun instead? I’m sure you’re just as beautiful underneath your skirt.”

Your eyes harden at his words and mess with your engagement ring, “You‘ll have to excuse me, I have to be somewhere.”

Swiftly, you weave through the different shelves full of books. You swore under your breath when you hear the footsteps of the male behind you, sharply turning into a more secluded space. To your surprise, you found Coriolanus pulling books from the Hunger Games previous years.

“What are you doing in here?” You question, quickly moving around to his left. “I thought Dr. Gaul needed you today?”

“She wanted me to understand the history of the previous games to help with the programming and DNA of new animals.” He mumbled, looking through a thick book from the first Hunger Games. “What are you doing?”

“This guy was hitting on me.” You shrug, meeting Coriolanus’ darkened eyes. “What?”

“What guy?” He placed the books down on a cart, grabbing your chin.

You bite the inside of your cheek, “I don’t know his name, but he’s a first year here. Why do you care so much?”

“Because, gorgeous, you’re my fiancée. Any guy who even looks your way that isn’t me is dead.” He backed you into the shelf, hand still tight on your chin. “Did he saying anything or touch you?”

“Yes.” You whisper, gaze dropping to his lips before back up to his darkened blue eyes. “He grabbed my wrist and said that ‘I’m probably just as beautiful underneath my skirt’.”

Coriolanus took his other hand and firmly placed it on your hip, eyes wandering your face. “I’ll kill him.”

You turn your head to the side as you heard footsteps nearing before Coriolanus slammed his lips onto yours, pulling your body close to his. You wrap your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss without a care in the world.

“Mm, Coryo—“ You part, feeling your skirt hike up. “Are you insane?”

“Maybe.” He chuckles, shutting you up with a harder kiss, slipping his tongue through your parted mouth.

Coriolanus changes his hold on you, both hands now on your waist. You shift your hips, earning a quiet groan from the male. He retaliates by tracing a hand up to your throat, slightly squeezing it which earned a moan coming from you.

“Oh, so you’re just a whore.” The male scoffed from the front of the aisle, looking at the couple.

“Kill him?” You ask between kisses, tugging at his tie. Truly, you didn’t know he would take that request to heart as the male soon was deemed missing a day later. But for now, you were caught up in the heat.

Coriolanus grins, leaving one last kiss to your swollen lips. “He talks to my soon to be wife like that, it’ll be worse than a quick kill.”

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[erule]

CORIOLANUS SNOW MASTERLIST

Series

Nothing you can take

Prologue; chapter 1

[spideyhexx]

roommate!snowjanus… just imagining a shirtless coryo with the plaid pajama pants leaning against the kitchen wall with his arms crossed watching sej cook breakfast for the two of them while making small talk

I KNOW THIS IS SO SPECIFIC BUT PLS TELL ME YOU SEE THE VISION

GOD I DO SEE THE VISION AND YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT MY MIND JUMPED TO?

they’re talking about whatever, maybe a tv show they watch together but then you wake up and join them in the kitchen and they say good morning then go back to their convo.

And you’re rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, but also ogling coryo right now. I RAISE YOU HIM LEANING AGAINST THE COUNTER NEAR THE STOVE WHERE SEJ IS AND his pj pants lie low on his hips, his hair is still mess, you swear you can see the outline of his dick like like like

getting on your knees for him right there in the kitchen and lazily sucking him off while him and sejanus continue their conversation like it’s nothing and coryo’s hand is caressing your head the whole time

[ransprang]

Coriolanus Snow x fem!reader (Let me do it for you)

Studying alongside Coriolanus, you had to put in all the extra hard work to keep up. You wanted to excel, but he was trained to win. Before Sejanus’s fortune he was on his own, striving for the scholarship. Even now after he had got it all, a goal to work towards, he stayed at his best, he never wanted to be at a place mercy ever again. You were at awe at all this ambition but it always put you at a place behind him, you were second. It was not enough, you wanted to be ahead if not eye to eye with Coriolanus.

As you to approached the final year of university and the preparations began for the yearly Hunger Games, Dr Gaul put Corio in charge of making it extravagant, the best yet. Especially approaching graduation it was his time to shine, to take the torch of his predecessors. He was more than happy to do so, to prove himself and achieve his full potential. But, you were left behind, there were many tasks given to you too, but it just never felt enough. You had everyone’s respect, Dr Gaul always knew of your ambition. She took a sadistic pleasure in watching you try harder as she gave Corio the opportunities before your eyes.

One day as you prepared the logistics, planned the map and weapons for the new arena, your classmate ran to you with a summon from the Doctor. You ran to her room, as she paced her lab, “y/n I’ll give it to you.” You raised an eyebrow replying “what exactly?” Dr Gaul snickered “exactly what you want.” A part of you lit up, you never hid your intentions to achieve power and climb the hierarchy but was she really about to give it to you? You simply wanted her to say it out loud. Dr Gaul looked up with a slight smile “organise it alongside Coriolanus. You will give exactly your 50%, it’s your final semester project with him.” Your eyes twinkled as you held your head higher, chest puffed with pride “This year’s games will bring glory to the capital,” as you turned around and walked out of the room.

Later in the day you found Coriolanus, you were dressed in a smart red pencil dress. Hair neatly combed, in a braid, as you said with weight in your voice “please run me through what is done so far and I’ll give you the logistical report.” Corio looked cautious, he was paranoid. His plans, his glory, he wondered why he had to split his power, were you here to foil all his plans? But this didn’t matter, he had to graduate, and he was not going to fuck it up especially if the government thought you important enough to be sharing the work.

Coriolanus respectfully told you about the concept he was working on, the camera placements and sponsors. You listened to him carefully, hearing the enthusiasm and passion in his voice, bordering mania. He suddenly stopped dictating as he got quieter “we must intervene if we have to, change the course of things to get as many viewers y/n,” he raised an eyebrow. You gave him a smirk “couldn’t agree more, the capital must have its yearly entertainment, there should be blood, drama, love, and heartbreak. Even if we need to…” you stopped, biting your tongue. Coriolanus walked closer, curiosity brimming his face “If we need to what y/n?” He asked sternly, demanding a reply. He hated mystery. You looked at him pursing your lips, finding semblance and command in your voice “If we need to cheat, Corio.” You could see the iris in Corio’s bright blue eyes widen, the shock in his expression, it almost looked pleasant. “We shall tell no one,” Corio said stepping back, you could see a small smile. Both of you knew Dr Gaul didn’t mind, ends justify the means after all.

Both your minds combined, you and Coriolanus stood at the the head of the room announcing the start of the Hunger Games ceremony before the referee took over. Wearing your best dress, Corio was all suited up as you two walked back to your assigned seating with all your classmates clapping and eyeing you both down with envy.

The games began and so did the trouble. The tributes ran to get the weapons but only a few turned on one another the rest stood put. A pre planned protest, yet a powerful one. Everyone was at the edge of the seat, waiting to see further developments. The committee members exchanged glances, a sense of urgency in the air. The referree stunned “I guess they are standing still as to not splash the split blood,” becoming the only one to laugh at his flat joke.

You were scared, worried as to what to do when you looked at Coriolanus he was already looking at you with a similar look in his eyes. He made his way over to you “y/n we must do something about this.” He held your hand by the wrist tightly dragging you outside the surveillance hall, just as a peacemaker appeared with a message from the higher ups “you two have 2 hours to fix this, or you will be dealt with personally by the university board.” Corio was worked up, his hair a mess, he sat on a bench defeated. You turned to him, cupping his face in a moment of passion “Corio I have an idea, but you have to help me.” Hearing those words, and being fueled with hope once more he stood up tall and leant in for a kiss. You grabbed his hair as you two made out outside the door. You two pulled away “we don’t have time, but we need to get the families of the tributes under our control. We must tell them to urge the contestants to fight.” Coriolanus understood exactly what you meant, you both parted ways, as he sent out orders to all the peacemakers in the different districts to round up the families quickly. You asked the committee to organise mics for the family members and had them connected to the speakers inside the arena. Within an hour the family members were ready to talk, they begged the tributes to fight, informing them of the dire consequences. Corio pleaded Dr Gaul to erase the footage of these announcements.

You and Coriolanus returned to the surveillance hall, disheveled. Standing there you two were desperate to see the result of your scheme, the footage began from when the tributes stood straight with their weapons to now running across the arena attacking and hacking to win, with all the events in the middle erased. The whole room began clapping, and watching excitedly. The Hunger games were back on.

You and Corio exchanged glances, a twinkle in your eyes. As the games came to an end you two walked to each other as he pulled you in for a tight hug, you wrapped your arms around him, squeezing him in celebration. You two had graduated. Dr Gaul looked proud near the gate, who knew she had been a match maker as well. As you and Coriolanus pulled away from the hug, you pressed your lips against his, giving him a smooch. Corio smiled “you will work alongside me y/n, never out of my sight,” he said with conviction. Your heart beat faster, but before you could reply, all your classmates flocked around to wish congratulations.

Later in the evening Coriolanus sent a letter through a classmate which invited you for dinner, at his place. You were glowing from the victory, you hopped up on your feet to decide on a dress. Getting ready for a date, with a man you’ve always competed with, now you shared the win with him. You wanted to be at your best tonight, spending a little extra time on yourself you arriving a whopping 30 minutes late.

You walked into his house, the lights were dimmed, a table before you was set up with food, and a candle. Coriolanus was sitting on one end staring deep into the burning flame, you stepped forward in your heels as you called out “Corio?” But, he didn’t move. Puzzled you walked closer “Coriolanus? I’m here.” He still didn’t respond, just started at the flame in a trance. Just as it caught your eye, a broken wine glass beside him. His hand was tightly in a fist, with a piece of glass pressed through his palm and blood dripping down. You gasped “Corio?! Are you okay?!” Running to touch his hand, he finally moved retracting his arm. You saw the whites of his eyes were red like a bull, he then stood up, and breathed heavy “where were you?” Corio demanded an answer. Shocked at the situation “I was at home.” He snickered “Tell me y/n where were you?” You argued back getting annoyed “As I said, I was at home getting ready.” Corio paced closer “You live 10 minutes away from me, what makes you 30 late? WHY? what were you doing?” Tears brimming your eyes, but you could feel the heat of anger rise from the pits of your belly. You picked up the fork nearby, ready to stab the man before you, he caught your wrist. “You dare attack me. You want to kill me?”, you stepped back getting a little scared you asked “Do you want to kill me…?” You both went silent. The sound of heavy breathing filled the air, either of you scared to make a move.

The door to the room behind the hall opened, breaking the tension, Coriolanus’s grandmaa stepped out, a horrified expression donned on her face. “Are you two insane?” She questioned innocently. Corio’s eyes widened, you looked baffled searching for an answer as she spoke again “I was hoping for my handsome boy to have a nice cute date. What happened here? Please fix it, I will have none of this in my house.” As she turned and went back into her room leaving you two alone.

You looked at Coriolanus, as he gathered himself and tried to look composed. You cleared your throat as you looked for a first aid box nearby trying to forget what just happened. You sat him down on the couch as you patched up his hand, you both caught each other’s eyes. Getting lost in their depths, realising the amount of love between you two and what fools you had been. Corio leaned into a kiss, slowly biting your lip lovingly, yet felt like a slight punishment for being late. You smiled as you retaliated by dominating his tongue with yours to assert yourself. He wrapped you in his arms pressed your chest against his, as you further pushed yourself making him fall back on the couch with you on top. He held you by the waist as you kissed him while straddling. Coriolanus used his strength to flip you around to be beneath him, he positioned himself between your legs, dry humping you while kissing you deeply. You wrapped your legs around him, as you moved your hips with his rhythm, rubbing your wet panties against the hard buldge in his pants.

He pulled away, to take a deep breath and take off his shirt and unbutton his pants, as you helped him pull them down. He roughly you pushed you back on the sofa, harshly pulling aside your panties exposing your wet cunt to him. He ripped them off, leaving a red bruise at the waist line of where the panty had been. You moaned at the pain, as you dug your nails deep into his back leaving marks in return. He then pulled off your dress leaving you completely exposed to him. Coriolanus used his hand to guide his hard cock to rub the folds of your pussy, using his tip to play with your clit, he smacked his cock against your pussy. Watching you roll back your head and moan his name. He then pushed his tip inside your entrance, slowly moving his hips back and forth till the penis was completely inside you till his base. He leaned on top of you as your chests touched he began sucking on your neck. He thrusted in you as you moved yourself, to increase the speed. He was stretching you out , as you let your fingers get tangled in his hair, you guided his lips to your mouth. He grunted and groaned in your mouth as he got faster and as you reached climax you arched your back into him, pulling away from the kiss your let out his name releasing your fluids around his cock deep inside of you. Coriolanus pushed himself deep till you could feel his balls against your skin, he gritted his teeth together as he pumped you up with his cum. He finally exhaled, as he collapsed ontop of you, you softly hugged him closing your eyes and pressing your face in the crook of his neck. He too turned to face you, taking you into an embrace, as his cock was still inside you and your legs wrapped around. You two were tangled up together, resting.

Grandmaa Snow drank her tea in bed as she smiled to herself

your grandmaa,

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[klldyousoz]

♡༛𝖢𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗎𝗌 S𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝖼༛♡

(𝖨𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗓𝗓𝖼𝗎𝗍 𝖾𝗋𝖺)

ᜊpretend you’re kind of like Lucy Gray but you guys met when he became a peacekeeperᜊ

ꨄ 𝖶𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽 to not want to go swimming with you so he can see your cute little pout , then throw you and himself in the water

ꨄAfter swimming you two would lay beside eachother on the grass or in the cabin just enjoying the company🫶🏽

ꨄHim making sure you’re always safe and "𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺" when you’re curious as to why the guy who stood a little too close to you for his liking has a black eye all of a sudden

ꨄDefinitely makes you wear his dog tags subtly even if people can’t see them (just the thought of you constantly wearing something that belongs to him makes his head go brrrrr) and he for sure pretended he lost it so they gave him a new one just so you could wear his original constantly

This is my first ever published work so thank you for reading 🫶🏽