#coriolanus snow x black fem reader

[risingoftime]

coriolanus snow x fem!reader | smut below mdni

“Coryo, stop teasing,” you whined.

Coriolanus rubbed his tip against your puffy clit. The tingling sensation began to overwhelm you while he continued to stroke your folds with his cock.

“Shhh.” He softly kissed your forehead and leaned his head close to your ear, licking the skin from the base of your neck to your jaw. “You hear that?” he whispered. Before you could respond, Coriolanus slammed his cock into your hole, forcing you to take in all of him with no time to adjust. He spread your legs further apart to give him more access. Coriolanus took his precious time thrusting in and out, and your wet cunt gripped around his length. You cried out his name, pleading for more.

“You sound so pretty, baby. I love to hear you moan my name,” Coriolanus praised.

He pushed himself in more profoundly, hitting your G-spot, “Ahhh Coryo, fuck yes right there.” You could feel yourself pulsing around his cock. When attempting to force him to move faster, Coriolanus removed his hands from your legs to pin your hands above your head on the mattress. “I will fuck you when I want and how I want,” he snarled. And Coriolanus did just that, engulfed in your wet heat and edging himself to orgasm, one stroke at a time.

He kept your wrists pinned down with one hand and took the other to caress your clit. Coriolanus found joy in watching you squirm under his intense stare, waiting to see your eyes roll back when you orgasm. He loved admiring your pussy squirting on his cock even more.

“Tell me that this pussy is mine.”

“It’s all yours.”

You watched in awe as his thick veins pulsed before spouting his cum on your pussy before pumping more inside of you, painting your walls with his seed.

[saturnville]

smoke, drink, break-up

pairing: young!coriolanus snow x black fem oc (linnea lowtower. warning: a few curse words. content: coriolanus lies to linnea about something major, resulting in a nasty disagreement. an: ngl, I don’t like this as much as I thought I would but it’s too late now lol. I thought of smoke, drink, breakup by mila j when I wrote this, so, that’s a loose connection to the title. hope y’all enjoy!

tags: @snowlandsontopp @babyzzlove @hlstead @rosewine-5 @unicornqueen05 @thegabbyh @neeville @fastlikealambo @urfavesim to keep your spot on the tag list, you are expected to interact!

The silence was deafening and the tension was thick enough to cut with a knife. He had never felt so small; not since his father was alive. It had been years since someone’s harsh gaze made him quiver, stammer over his words, and feel shame like a peasant in the presence of a king.

He wasn’t used to seeing her hard gaze. Her brown eyes were often full of love, adoration, and desire. Just for him. As they bore into his raging seas, he saw behind them flames of fire that he couldn’t quench. Out her ears blew steam and from her nostrils quick and shallow breaths.

Her lip twitched. The restraint was clear from a mile of way. Her fingers clenched around nothing. If she could wrap her hands around his neck and squeeze, she would. So tight until the vein in his temple became visible and the vessels in his eyes swole with fear.

“You lied to me.” Her words were sharper than the knife in front of her. It laid beside aggressively chopped vegetables—potatoes and broccoli spears. “Not only did you lie to me, but you lied about lying to me.” Her hands now gripped the sides of the counter.

“Baby—“ Linnea held her hand up. Coriolanus halted immediately.

“We had this conversation. When you became president, you’d end the Games. What did you do instead? You met with Gamemakers, teachers, politicians, and the freaking students at the Academy to tell them about the upcoming games!” Her voice was a lion’s roar—mighty and rumbling. “You promised that you’d end it. We agreed that there was no point in continuing to divide the Capitol and the Districts. What is wrong with you?”

How dense and unaware could she be, he thought. The Districts were no better in the present day than they were during the Games six years prior. Everyday, the Districts proved to be primitive, uncivilized places with inhabitants that lacked discipline.

“The people in the Districts need to learn that actions have consequences, Linnea. They’ve worsened over the years, and surely have worsened since our last conversation. Some things don’t need to be changed just because we think they do.” Coriolanus tried to be careful with his words. The last thing he wanted to do was anger her beyond repair, but it was too late.

She didn’t agree with his thought process. It was evident as her nose scrunched and her lips turned up. “I am District 11.”

Coriolanus scoffed. “No, you’re not. You’re nothing like those—“

“Those what?” Linnea challenged sharply. “Those people? Newsflash, I am not Capitol, Snow. I am District 11 and District 11 is me. I was one of the lucky ones. And if I had missed my mark, you know where I’d be? In that arena fighting for my life while people like you, those people, laugh, mock, and torture people born like me for fun, and because their feelings were hurt.”

Snow? How could she—“Linnea,” Coriolanus stepped toward her. She stepped back. “It goes deeper than that.”

And there it was. The volcano erupted and flames spewed from her pores. She smacked away the hand that cupped her waist and jolted a finger against his chest. “You are an insufferable human being, Coriolanus Snow. Insufferable, prideful, and a damn fool. Find someone else to keep you company.”

Linnea brushed passed him and swiped her coat off the hook near the door. Coriolanus’ footsteps were heavy as he stayed hot on her trail. She grabbed her purse and slung it over her shoulder. She’d be damned if she stayed with him.

“Linnea, where are you going?”

She didn’t turn back as she stated calmly, “Away from you.”

He never understood why people downed their sorrows in alcohol until the loneliness settled. Linnea hadn’t returned in a little over a day and it drove him mad. He knew where she was, he always did, but it didn’t make it any better.

The dismissed every call and message that was addressed to her. He hadn’t felt such a deep sense of rejection since his adolescence. He couldn’t go a day without speaking to her, but to know she could go without communicating with him with ease? It ate him alive.

Once she left, he took the time to ponder on what she said. Linnea was right—she was a District 11 citizen, and no marriage, no amount of money, and no prestigious education would erase that. And had her father not married a Capitol woman after her biological mother passed away, they’d still be in District 11. Attending a reaping, planting seeds in the group, or dead. God, he couldn’t imagine life without her.

Coriolanus knocked back the last of his drink and reached to pour another.

Insufferable. Prideful. Foolish. Had she truly meant that? Prideful, he could agree with. But insufferable and foolish? Unbelievable.

His eyes darted to the clock on the wall above his desk. 2:14 AM. He took another heavy swig of his drink. No sign of her return.

The home was eerily quiet when Linnea crossed the threshold a few hours later. Only the ticking of the clock was heard. She kicked her shoes off by the front door and padded toward the dining room. She threw her locs over her shoulder then winded her when her rings got caught in her hair. “Dammit. Coriolanus!”

Linnea stayed with her father and step mother for two days. She knew it wasn’t a wise decision to leave her husband without communicating with him, no matter how upset she was. Her father reminded her of that.

She wished she was more like him. More understanding and empathetic. He wasn’t pleased when she told him about the argument she and Coriolanus had, but he reminded her that they were of different groups—the elite and the working class. He saw things in a way she didn’t because that’s how he was always raised to see things. His view was narrow, and he needed someone (her) to help him expand it. So, she came home. To settle the tension and to talk to her husband.

“Coriolanus,” she repeated. She frowned when she entered the living room and found him on the couch, covered by her favorite throw blanket and a bottle of expensive alcohol on the coffee table. He was never the type to drink heavily. “Coryo.” Linnea tapped his shoulder. He stirred in his sleep like a child, but his eyes opened widely once her face became clear.

“You’re back,” was all he managed to say. Linnea nodded slowly. She nudged his side and he made room for her body. Her head rested against his chest and her was tossed over his. Coriolanus wrapped an arm around her waist and gave it a squeeze.

“Yeah,” she said lowly. “I’m sorry for leaving. I was just really upset and didn’t want to say anything else I’d regret later.”

Coriolanus hummed softly. “I’m sorry for not being competent. For not trying to see your point of view of things. I think when you’re in a certain headspace for so long, it’s engrained in you until you’re willing to unlearn it.

“The Games are unnerving. I don’t know what I’d do if things were different and you died in them. Your father would’ve been without a wife and a child…and I never would have gotten the chance to call you my wife…my friend. I am sorry, Linnea.”

There was a silence. So, he continued. “I’m not saying it will be easy, nor am I saying no punishment will occur for any act of treason or rebellion, but I’ll bring an end to the Games. Effective immediately.”

Her head shot up. “Are you being serious? Don’t lie to me, Coriolanus.” He nodded. Linnea smiled softly. “Thank you.”

His hand dropped from her waist to the swell of her bottom, which he squeezed softly. He leaned down and capture her lips with his own. She moaned softly as his tongue caressed her lips. Her mouth opened and he explored it with delight. Coriolanus smiled against her lips, “Thank me upstairs.”

[sephirothsplaything]

WINNER TAKES ALL

A Ballad Of Songbirds and Snakes fanfic

Synopsis: You are Sejanus’s best friend. Coriolanus is not.

You are the smartest in your class. Coriolanus is not.

But why does it feel as though you always loose to him?

You can’t this time, the Plinth Prize is yours. And absolutely nothing is getting in the way of what’s yours. Except maybe Coriolanus.

Parings: Sejanus x obsessive! Black fem! reader, Coriolanus x black female! reader, Treech x black fem reader

TW: Dark themes,death,smut,blood,obsession(from the reader and Coryo),manipulation,classism(the reader is not a great person!), nihilistic themes.

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[watsittoyah]

Before The Snow, Came The Flame…

Young!Coriolanus snow x blk fem!reader

Theme: Morally gray themes, talks of suicide, heavy sexual content. Possessive/Obsessive behavior. This is pure fiction and should only be consumed as such…

Chapter 00 Just Say Yes…

(Sexual Act 1- Oral sex, and breathe play )

Evangeline-

I’ve always hated the snow, because when snow comes, that means death to nature. The pretty flowers wither away, the warm air turns cold and crisp, and the animals become scarce. But the one thing I hate the most about snow is when it falls it brings death to the living.

“Do you think they’ll find out about us still existing? The Capital, I mean.” Johnathan my half-brother asks me as we trek across the frosted ground. “It’s been what ten years? I highly doubt anyone other than Nana-Bee remembers. Besides don’t you think they would’ve came for us by now?” I tell him as I lift a thick branch, letting him pass. I soon after follow and I see some pine cones. I gather them and hear Johnathan give a sigh.

“I guess you’re right. And it is for the best that no one knows. It’s already sad that we can’t walk around without people staring. But you’re lucky Evangeline. Your eyes are only yellow sometimes. I wish I could do that.” I ruffle his curly hair and give a laugh. “Nana-Bee taught me. I’m sure she’ll teach you when you’re older.” He rolls his golden eyes at me and as I’m sure he’s about to give me some snarky remark on why our great-great grandmama won’t be teaching him color changing, we hear a loud-

Snap!

We immediately freeze in place. I sign to him to hide but he shakes his head and signs back that he’s not leaving me.

As much as I love this kid, I’m sure he’s going to get me killed one day. I go to sign something else but I see something in the distance and I yank Jonathan down just in time to feel something whiz past my ear. The tree explodes into small splinters.

“Suis-moi.” I order him. He follows me without hesitation as we stay low.

I feel my heart pounding in my throat all because our father had warned us to keep watch for outsiders. Whether they were Peace Keepers or just people from surround districts. If they see us, they will take us and sell us to the capital.

Even though our existence is close to a secret now, there are still older people who remember us. Children of fire, is what they’d call us now, which is a better name than being called Morningstar children.

Another bullet whizzes past my head but unluckily for Johnathan it hits him in the shoulder.

I go to help him but he pushes me back and hisses for me to hide. “N-“ A gun sounds off and I just throw myself up into a near by tree. I use the leaves to keep me hidden and watch over Jonathan as he writhes in pain.

“It’s not a deer! It’s a…kid?” A large lunk of a man looks at my brother and he knees down. “Geez sorry kid, but wait wasn’t there two of you?” The man looks up into the trees and Johnathan bites the man on the ankle.

He lets out a yelp and he takes the butt of his gun and hits my brother in his face which makes the flames in my fingertips ignite.

I leap out of the tree and when I land, I push him hard into the ground and I grab at his face. He yells as I start to dig my nails into his eyes. “Evangeline, let him go.” I hear Jonathan hiss as he yanks at my blouse. “I’ll go when he’s dead!” I snap at him.

“You crazy bitch!” The man yells and with a swift punch I hit in his nose. He goes limp for a second and I get up feeling my hands getting hot.

“Evangeline calm down, please. We need to go.” He yanks at me again and as we start to run, a strong grip yanks me down. “Eva-” I push Jonathan forward and yell for him to run. I see the hesitation for a split second but he doesn’t what he’s told. He has an injury he needs to take care of.

The man yanks me down and I hit the ground hard. He looks down at me with such hate in his eyes and I smirk at him. “Fuck y-” I feel his boot hit the side of my head hard and I soon feel the darkness take over.

Coriolanus-

“Hey! I got something!” Bugs and I turn back around and head towards Duke, who had a body slung over his shoulder. Which was odd because he said that he was chasing after a deer.

He has turned and we saw that it was a woman. Her black locs were long and covering her face. However there was a long white stripe in the tangled mass of black.

“Why do you have an unconscious girl with you?” Bugs asks as Duke puts the passed out girl down and cuffs her wrists as well as put a blind fold over her eyes.

“At first I thought her and that fucking kid she was with were animals just by how they were moving. But that’s my fault from the stories my great grandparents told me, I should have known they were Morningstar children.” I give Bugs a look and he shrugs. “I don’t know Coryo.”

Duke throws his hands in the air in frustration. “Don’t tell me you never heard of Morningstar children.”

“No, what the hell are you talking about?” I ask feeling annoyed as I eyed the unconscious girl. “My great grandparents told me about these people. They’re demons in human form. They can set a flame to anything even ash. However if you were to capture one them, they can grant you the key to heaven. So that even if you were the greatest sinner, when you die you will still make it to the pearly gates. But you have to make them give their loyalty to you or else they will turn on you like a rabid dog.”

“Wait, how is she…a demon in human form she looks like a regular girl to me.” Bugs asks as he kneels close to her. Duke yanks him away from her.

“There are a few signs, if it’s a woman, they have a bewitching scent that makes men turn lustful.”

“That sounds like shit.” I interrupt. Duke just waves me off. “But all of them, they have this hair as black as night and a singular while strand of hair. It’s like their birthmark. But the number one thing that gives them away are the various color of yellow in their eyes. They say when you look at them you can see the pits of hell in them.” I look over at the girl and notice her breathing is steady.

To the untrained you’d think she was sleeping but I know better. She’s pretending. I use to do that as a child when I didn’t want to go to bed but my parents had checked to make sure I was asleep. I keep my eyes trained on her as I hear Duke and Bugs bickering.

“It all sounds like a bunch of bullshit. Besides this girl has a family that’s going to come looking for her. Just let her go and we can pretend that we never seen her.” Bugs says as he walks over towards the girl.

Duke side steps him, blocking his path. “Do you not understand what we have here? We have the key to damnation. I know someone in the capital would pay big bucks for her. I’m not giving her back.”

“Duke you sound so idiotic. Coryo, please talk some sense into him. This girl needs to go hom-” I raise a hand and see the girl stir.

“What’s wrong?” Bugs asks as he walks over. Instead of answering I reach over her but Duke yanks my arm back. I send a glare his way and his grip loosens on my arm. I then remove the blindfold from her face and I lock onto a pair a dark brown eyes. They looked wild, angry and beautiful all at the same time.

When she locked her eyes onto me I kneeled there in front of her frozen. Because I was captivated by her. If she had a proper bath and clothes, she’d be more beautiful than any rose I’ve ever laid my eyes on.

When she speaks, I can hear an accent that I can’t quite place. “Please let me go, I didn’t do anything.” The girl pleads to us.

“I’m letting her go, her eyes aren’t yellow, she’s just scared.” Bugs went to take the cuff off of her but Duke moved in and grabbed the girl by her face and pinned her to the tree behind her.

“Hey!” Bugs and I both yell in unison. “I know what I saw, and I know what you did. Stop lying! And how did you change the color of your eyes? I saw hell in them! Tell me how, before I snap your neck! Don’t make me look like a liar!” He yelled as his hand squeezes around her throat.

I quickly pick up my gun and I aim it at Duke. Feeling that if I don’t threaten him he might just break her. “Let the girl go or I will make a mess out of you.” I say calmly as I cock the gun. He gives me a glance and smirks.

“I don’t know what witch craft she’s pulling but I’m not letting this golden goose out of my sight. I’ll let her go but she comes with us.”

“Hey if you can prove she’s a Morningstar child or whatever then we will figure something out later but if she’s not one then we need to find her people and give her back. Deal?” Bugs comments trying to de-escalate the whole situation.

Duke lets her throat go and she sucks in a mouth full of air as she collapses onto the ground. “Fine, but I know what I saw.” Duke snaps as he moves back.

I don’t lower the gun until he’s several feet from her. When I see it’s somewhat safe for her, I kneel down in front of her and she jerks back from me. I move the gun and raise my hands to let her know I’m not going to hurt her. “You’re safe, I promise.” She glares past me and I know she’s glaring at Duke.

“What’s your name?” I ask her so she can focus on me. “Evangeline.” She answers as she keeps her eyes on Duke. “Evangeline, hey I will do my best to take care of you while you’re in my care. Duke won’t touch you again. You have my word.” She slowly puts her brown eyes on me and I see a flicker of something.

Gold? Maybe an amber color? The flicker leaves her eyes and all I see is brown.

“I want to go home.” She tells me as her brown eyes stare deep into mine. “You’ll go home soon.” I tell her as I find my hand moving closer to her small brown face.

I move the long white loc out of her eyes and right there in that moment, I knew she was going to be my little rose. She had thorns, that was clear to see but past the danger, there was something more. Something I wanted to…possess.

Evangeline-

Several days later…

The smell of snow was in the air and it was foul. People will tell you it doesn’t have a smell, but they’re lying. It smells overly sweet and it smells like death.

I wonder if Nana-Bee and Papa know that I’m here. Maybe Jonathan told them…

I hope his wounds are healing.

When I get the chance, I’m going to beat Duke’s skull until the bone marrow is not longer recognizable.

I smirk at the thought as I swirl my finger around the ice in my cup. “I wonder if his body will twitch when I do it?” I mutter as I place the cup down and stare at the iron bars of my cell.

I duck my head down as I hear footsteps approaching. “Are you hungry?” I hear a voice call out to me. I lift my head up and my eyes meet a pair of baby blue diamonds. “All depends, can I take that meal to go?” I answer him as I stand on my feet and walk close to the bars. He gives me a gentle smile.

“You know I would let you go in a heartbeat but-”

“But the people here are convinced that I am a peculiar woman. I’ve proven that I’m not. I’ve touched these iron bars, and my skin hasn’t burned. I’ve let my feet touch salt and my soul hasn’t been damned. I’m innocent and you know that Coriolanus.” I tell him. He gives me a stern sigh.

“Duke still isn’t convinced. He still thinks you’re lying.” I throw my hands in the air. “Because of my eyes? My not yellow but boring brown eyes?”

“I don’t think your eyes are boring.” Coriolanus comments making me narrow my eyes at him. “Are you flirting with me, Coriolanus?” He shakes his head and gives me a smirk. “Why would I flirt with a devilish woman such as yourself?”

There it is, the electricity in the air between us. I don’t know when this flirtatious banter had started, maybe on the second day? But I’ve notice the special attention Coriolanus gives me.

He always gives me extra food. He makes sure I get to some time to stretch my legs when no one is looking. To anyone else he would seem endearing.

But his blue eyes hold something cold in them. So I play this game, I let him flirt with me because I do get benefits and it helps that he was cuter than Bugs and way more attractive than Duke.

Funny enough I always like to test my limits with him. Just to see how far he’ll let me go with this little dance.

“How about you let me out of here and I can simply show you what this devilish woman can do.” I say as I trail a finger across my swollen bosom.

His eyes drop down for a second too long and when his eyes travel back to my face he leans in. “How do I know you won’t escape?” He asks in a husky whisper as he reaches up and twirls one of my locs between his fingers.

“You’ll never know until you let me out of this cage.” The corner of his lip quips up and he cocks his head to the side. “I quite like you in the cage. You remind me of this golden flower that my Grandma’am would keep in a vase. It was a beauty but if she lift the glass vase from it, the golden rose would wither away in minutes.”

“So you see me as a weak flower?” He shakes his head. “On the contrary I see you as something precious that needs to be preserved.” I nod and pluck my loc from his touch.

“Funny I just think you like to look at me in this cell so that you know where I am at all times.”

“That is not true. Besides watching someone in a cell is quite boring and reminds me of the games.” He retorts. “I think it wouldn’t be boring to watch me if you had something worth watching.” I say as I take a few steps back and sit down on the stone bench. He studies me as I let a smile dance across my lips.

“Maybe if you got to watch me…satisfy myself.” I tease as I lift my skirt. His gaze was trained on my every move as I raise the skirt past my brown thighs. I run my fingers against my inner thighs and let out a soft moan.

“Am I worth watching now, Coriolanus, darling?” I moan out to him. I watch him lick his bottom lip and see a tent starting to form in his pants.

He leans in closer towards thebars and looks behind himself to make sure no one was there. “You’re going to get me in trouble Evangeline.” He says as he cups himself as he looks back at me. “Then stop watching me. Or try to stay quiet, because I’m going to give you a show.” I slide a two fingers under my panties and I hear him groan as I move my fingers away and show him how slick my fingers are.

“I guess I was wetter than I thought.” I tease as I flick my tongue against my fingers. I can see he wants nothing more than to taste me.

Hell I’m sure if I told him to unlock the cell he would do it without hesitation.

I spread my legs wider and I slide the two digits inside of me, watching him rub himself. “You know you’ll only get in trouble if you get caught in here with me, but I’m sure you wouldn’t care about the punishment as long as you’d get to taste me. Am I right Coriolanus?”

“I would want nothing more than to taste every inch of your body, Evangeline. From head to toe.” I watch him rub himself harder and I close my eyes to enjoy my self pleasure but Coriolanus clears his throat.

“Don’t close those pretty brown eyes. I want them on me when you pleasure yourself. I want to be the only thing you look at when you reach ecstasy.” I let out a groan as I work my fingers on my clit.

He reaches into his pants pocket, surely to get out the keys when we both hear footsteps approaching. I quickly stop and smooth my skirt back down.

Someone clears their throat behind Coriolanus but he doesn’t turn to them. “What?” He says in a tone a little too calm for my liking. “You’re needed in the bunks, Coryo.” They tell him. “I’ll be there. You can go.” The foot steps leave and I give him a sly smile.

“Sorry for interrupting your duties. I’ll behave next time.” He doesn’t return the smile. He just stares at me for a pregnant pause.

“Don’t be sorry, I chose to be here. And I don’t regret it one bit. But I must apologize for the interruption. I have to go. Maybe we can continue this later.” He goes to walk away but I clear my throat, stopping him in his tracks.

“If I’m going to be here for a while, I do hope we get to have some private time together, Coriolanus. There are some…talents I do want to show you, without interruptions.” My eyes flicker to the bugle in his pants and when I look back up I see his blue eyes darken with want.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure we have more time when I come to visit you again.” He leaves and I watch him go feeling a bit light headed. I close my eyes for a few minutes and when I open them I let out a breathe. “Evangeline what are you doing?” I ask myself in pure wonder as I look down at my cup of water.

It was after supper time and I was looking at the potato soup as if it were a bomb that would go off at any second. “Nana-Bee’s sunflower stew sounds good about now.” I mutter as I push the bowl away. I nibble on the hard roll and see Sinder, a sweet older lady who was assigned to bring me to the mess room, come right on time.

“Ready?” She asks as she motions me to come to her. I give a slight nod and I go to her, making sure I don’t spook her as she unlocks my cell. “To take a bath like regular folks? Always, Sin.” I give her a kind smile and she returns one back as she escorts me out. As we head down the hall I take a chilled breathe.

“How’s the baby coming along?” I ask Sinder as she leads me further down. She touches her swollen belly then. “He’s coming along nicely. Due in December, so he’ll be a winter baby.”

“That’s nice, make sure when he’s born you bathe him in warm milk so he’ll have warm skin. My Nana-Bee, says it’s nothing worse than having a baby in winter. If they catch the frost they’ll cry and get colic.” I tell her.

“I’ll do just that. Thank you, Evangeline. You know, I don’t believe what they say about you, you’re just different is all.”

I like Sinder, she’s sweet and she makes me feel as if she could be my sister if circumstances were different.

She brings me to the baths and she turns around to give me some privacy as I strip off my clothes and ease my body into the luke warm water. “Evangeline, can I ask something of you?” Sinder asks as she picks up my clothes and folds them for me. “Anything, you know it’s rude to deny a woman with child.” I tell her.

She gives a soft smile. “I have to check in with my sisters, can I trust that you’ll be fine without me for a few minutes?” I nod like an obedient child. “I’ll be here, I won’t run. Besides there’s chill in the air, I’d catch my death if I leave like this.” She nods and she quietly leaves me alone.

I rub the cheap soap against my brown skin and let out a soft sigh. I let myself duck underneath the water and let the silence surround me.

Maybe it would be easy if I just drowned in this bathtub. Then these people can find my body and feel guilty for taking me away from my family. However I wouldn’t want Sinder to be the one to find me.

As the morbid thoughts seep through my brain I feel a burn in my lungs. My body twitches under the water and I break the surface and take in a mouth full of air.

Something in the air was off, almost as if someone’s presence was near. I swirl my fingers in the water and stare at the door. “Seems awfully rude of you to watch a lady while she’s having an intimidate moment.” I call out as I feel someone watching me.

I stare harder at the door and feel annoyed that whomever is behind it thinks I’m an idiot. “Might as well come out.” I call out once more. The door slowly opens and behind it was Coriolanus. The scowl on my face disappears and I sit up as he steps into the room and closes the door behind him. “I went to your cell and I didn’t see you there.” Coriolanus confesses with a tinge of red in his cheeks.

I give a dramatic pout and lean on the side of the bath, not caring that my breasts were on full display to him. “Awe, and you thought I ran away? Careful people might think you care about me, Coriolanus.” I say as I watch his eyes roam over parts of my naked flesh.

“And what if I do care? What’s the harm in that?”His eyes lock onto mine and I feel as if I’m in the room with the beast.

That’s a ridiculous thought, this is just Coriolanus, the same Coriolanus that treats me well and has a liking for me.

“All depends, do you care about my wellbeing or just my body?” I ask as I lean back looking at him carefully. His eyes look down and when they look back up they seem to darken a shade darker. He takes a step further into the room which makes me want to back away from him but I make my body stand still.

What is going on here?

“Why do you do that?” He asks, the question catching me off guard. “Do what?” I ask innocently. “Tease and tempt me? I could take advantage of you right now and no one would know.” I swallow before answering.

“I would know, and maybe I want you to take advantage of me a little. Don’t think I haven’t noticed how you stare at me, Coriolanus. Like how your eyes linger on my tongue when I lick my silverware clean after my meals. Or how when you cuff me, your hands brush against my skin longer than it should. I fascinate you, and I probably haunt your dreams.” I say as I cup water in my hands and slash it over my face.

“You do haunt my dreams, and my nightmares I’m afraid. But if I could sleep and see your beauty then may I never awaken again.” I blush hearing that compliment and it let a bit of my guard down. “You really know how to lay on the charm.” I comment as I reach for the sponge to wash myself. I wasn’t fast enough because he had plucked the sponge out of my reach. “Please allow me.” He says as he walks behind me.

I go to tell him that it wasn’t necessary but he was already rubbing small circles against my shoulder blades. Which were stiff from sleeping on the hard cot in my cell. I relax and let him work my muscles.

“You’re quite tense, especially here.” He reaches lower and I keep my moans to myself. “That feels nice, really nice. You are talented with your hands, Coriolanus.” I tell him as he lathers up the sponge and goes to rub my lower back.

“It’s a talent among many that I possess.” He comments. I turn to him then and look up at his face. “You know, you are quite beautiful for a man, Coriolanus.” He blushes and looks away. “Thank you, though I don’t think men want to be called beautiful.” I give a shrug. “There are beautiful men and there are handsome women. That’s just how the world is.”

“I like the way you look at the world, you seem to have a fresh perspective on it.” He comments as I study his face. “Mmm, can I ask you something? And you have to answer me honestly.”

“Of course.”

“Does your lover ever get jealous that you spend time with me?” He stops and looks at me puzzled. “I don’t have a lover.” It shouldn’t come as a shock by the way he flirts, but it was a big puzzling to know that he didn’t have a lover. He is quite a looker and his eyes were just gorgeous.

“You don’t? Well that’s quite sad.” He shakes his head. “I don’t think so. Besides if it’s so sad, why don’t you be my lover?” I expected him to ask me that question.

“I don’t think you’ll want me after a while, I am quite the wild card.” He leans in close and move my hair behind my shoulder. “I think I’d want to keep your forever. Would you let me? Keep you that is.”

“I don’t know, give me a good reason I should be kept by you.” I tease. He nods slightly and he places the sponge down. “Not only do you haunt me, but I crave you. I crave to know your taste on my tongue. I crave to feel your body pressed against mine. If there is one thing I want it’s to keep you for all of eternity.” He lets his hands touch my chin and I feel him tug at my lower lip, releasing it from my teeth.

“Why are you doing this to me?” I ask as I feel him pull me closer. “So you’ll say yes. Say yes and be mine, Evangeline. Be my little rose.” He leans in and fight hard to not fall for his charm. “I don’t think I will.”

He narrows his eyes at me. “I suppose I have to use stronger measures then.” With a swift skill, he takes me out of the bathtub and sits me on the edge. “What are you-“ He interrupts me by trailing his fingers down my slit. “You know I’ve been thinking about this little pretty pussy all day. When I had some alone time, I touched myself and thought about you on your knees, taking this down your throat.” He places my hand on his bulge and I let a moan escape my lips.

“Do you know how badly I want this inside of you? In every hole that you’ll allow me to have access too, Evangeline? But first I need to be a gentleman and show you that I will adore the very ground you walk on.” I watch as he lowers himself on his knees and parts my legs.

I wants as he leans in and he inhales my scent deeply. I bite my lip as I see his blue eyes look up at me. “Those moans you were making earlier, I want you to only make those sounds for me. You see, Evangeline. I am a jealous lover and I don’t like sharing what’s mine. So you can’t moan for any other man but for me. Do you understand?” He asks as he massages my inner thighs.

“I think so.” I whimper as I feel my cunt move towards his mouth. “No thinking, say yes, to me my little rose.”

“What if someone catches us?” I ask my mind slowly caring less about Sinder and more about Coriolanus’ mouth. “Don’t worry about that, just focus on me.”

He kisses my pussy lips which cause a slight shiver down my core. The kiss deepens and I feel him use his tongue to part my lips.

I feel my head loll back but his hand finds my throat and I know without words, he wants me to watch. He wants me to watch him devour me.

His fingers tighten a bit but the action was more for pleasure than for pain. I bite my lip, as I continue to watch as he assaults my pussy with his long tongue. His name seems to sing off of my lips as I find a blissful rhythm with my hips.

I reach down and place both of my hands on the sides of his head as I push his face deeper. God his tongue was working wonders on my little throbbing clit.

His eyes flutter closed and I move my hips faster. I feel the balls of my feet press into his thighs as I try to keep balance but I almost lose it when I feel his tongue flick against the hood of my clit faster.

I let out a sharp whimper as he uses his free hand and pressed my left thigh further apart. He then takes his middle and ring finger and does a come here motion inside of me. Massaging my g-spot as well as giving long and salacious licks to my now tightening clit.

“Oh god..” I cry out as I buck my hips harder against his now swollen lips and tongue. His eyes glare up at me as if to dare me to lose control and give him what he desires.

He wants me to say yes.

Shit I can almost taste the word on the tip of my tongue.

I feel his grip on my neck tighten as well as the muscles in my lower stomach. I hook him closer to me as if I want him buried into my skin as I fuck his mouth.

Not caring that we could get caught. No longer caring that he is slowly cutting off my air supply. I want him to make me come, I want to give him the very thing he wants. “Yes…Coriolanus..” Is all I can manage to say before I have tunnel vision. I feel light headed as I come against his tongue. I hear him moan and suck as he releases my throat from his dangerous hand.

I suck in air as he grips my hips and he drinks in all of me. My body shivers but not from the chill in the air. But from the heat that he was giving off of his body. When he looks up at me, he has a very pleased look on his face. He flicks his tongue one more time and I shiver from the action.

When Coriolanus stands up I feel my body wanting to lean in to him, as if he’s a magnet and I’m just a scrap of metal being pulled in his direction. I still my body to keep from falling into him.

His pupils blow out, causing the blue in his eyes to almost disappear. He then licks his bottom lip and reaches out to me. I lean into his touch and he smiles. “My loving little rose.” He whispers to me as he lifts my white loc and twirls it between his fingers.

I say nothing and just look up at him. Something isn’t right, I feel as if I just gave him a piece of my soul and now I’m going to be damned for eternity.

When I finally go to speak we hear a gasp. I turn slightly to see Sinder with a shocked expression on her face. “You’re not allowed in here.” She tells Coriolanus.

“I came in here to check on our guest. And to my surprise I see she was left all alone. What would’ve happened had she had drowned? Then you’d be the one having to be punished. I’ll let it slide this one time. But if it happens again you’ll be the one who will be chosen for the next Reaping and I’ll be sure of it.” Coriolanus says in a frosted tone.

He looks back at me and I see a ghost of a smile on his lips. “We’ll talk later, Evangeline.” He sends a soft kiss against my temple and leaves the both of us in the mess room.

When the coast is clear, Sinder walks over to me with a towel and she starts apologizing profusely. “I am so sorry Evangeline, I was only gone for a moment. He didn’t hurt you did he?”

“No, I don’t think he would’ve anyways.” I say as I dry off my body and get dressed. But also not feeling sure that I believe what I just told her. “I would be mindful of that particular Peace Keeper. He’s charming but I’ve heard rumors, that when he takes interests in one of the girls, he likes to play with them until they break.”

She brings me back to my cell and I tell her good night as she gives me one more apology.

It falls to silence and I take my cup and I swirl what liquid I had left in it. “I hope he knows fire can be a bit difficult to break.” With those whispered words, I stare into the cup and dip my fingers into the liquid. As I raise my fingers into the moon light I see flames slowly licking my finger tips. I flick my tongue against them and I smile in the dark corner of my cell.

“Well when you play with fire, you tend to get burned…”

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⤷❝ The Quiet Gift | Coriolanus Snow❞ˎˊ-

⇢☾Warning: NSFW | squirting, Snow is his own warning, mentions of killing, possessiveness, fingering (f. receiving), bathroom sex, mirror sex, semi-public sex (there was a gala), pinv sex, creampie, unprotected sex (wrap it dumbfucks), dumbfication if you squint, dom sub undertones, degradation, ownership kink, breath play with a twist | lmk if I forgot anything!

⇢☾Pairing: young president Coriolanus Snow x fem! Reader

⇢☾Summary: continuation of the arranged marriage au, this is your one year anniversary with him with a gala held in place to celebrate, you get insecure because of some bitches and Coryo fucks you in the bathroom with sprinkles of your daily life with him.

⇢☾Request: this is a request (idk if i’m writing it in the write place im new to tumblr i usually use wattpad) young coriolanus snow bathroom mirror sex like him making u watch ur self come undone in the mirror

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arranged marriage au: the study, mine to love

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A year had passed of your marriage, a bond between two souls which wasn't much of a lie as before. Things with Coryo were better than you could ever expect. You thought he would isolate himself from you after your confession but so much had changed. He had gotten softer but more possessive. His edges are sharp yet he makes sure it's a shield for you, not something that would make you bleed.

Among his actions include changing your entire wardrobe (not without your opinion first), a library that connects to his office (his office is something you have access to at all times now), his room was now yours both (your favorite change), and last but not least a poison taster was included so that no attempts of assassination at the First Lady could be taken.

At first, you thought it to be extra, but knowing that it would put his paranoid mind at peace you allow it without much to say. He picked out your outfit every day, and sometimes you did the same for Coriolanus. He would frown as you decide what to wear or not for him for the day, knowing that some of the pieces don't match his style but when he sees your smile as you pick out the clothes. He smooths his frown and takes whatever horrible fashion statement you created for him and wears it with pride.

If anyone dared to speak up about it, he proudly said that his wife picked it out and everyone knew better than to speak a single ill word of the unspoken Queen of Panem.

Today was one of those days when you decided to pick his outfit. Today was something special after all. One year had passed since you had become Mrs. Snow, and a gala was to be held tonight to celebrate the union.

So yes, you were going to pick his outfit. You had even woken up early because of it. You giggled as you opened your eyes, your arm around Coryo whose hair looked impossibly messy, sticking out everywhere. It made him look years younger than he was. You chuckled at the sight, your heart clenching with the love you have for this man. You lean forward to press a kiss to his forehead and then his cheek. You whispered, not expecting him to wake up until his alarm rang, “Good morning, Coryo”

You quietly slipped away from the bed and tiptoeed to the closet. The closet you both shared now. One side carrying every single piece of your clothing and the other side his. You wanted to pick out something different for your husband once, sick of seeing him in his white shirts and black vest. That's how you picked out a black suit with a white vest and a red silk shirt. You could imagine unbuttoning this off of him tonight and the thought made your body heat up and a giggle escaped your lips.

“What are you laughing about, doll?” A voice, his deep sleepy voice startling you. “Nothing!” You quickly said, turning to look at Snow, your breath hitching as his eyes were half closed and his hair turned into a mess of curls. Sometimes you wonder if this was all a fever dream and if you truly have the privilege of seeing him like this. You placed the clothes into a corner and went to him.

You pulled him down, your hand on his nape and another on his cheek as you guided him to your lips. Morning breath be damned. His actions were reflexive with how his arms pulled you in closer as his lips pressed into yours. He smiles against your lips and soon both of your tongues tangle in an uncoordinated sleepy manner and you whimper into his mouth.

This was real. This was your reality and you would do everything to keep it as it is. You pulled back and he whispered, “What was that for, doll?”

“Just needed to make sure this was real,” you answered him. Your words make him crack a real smile, something even you saw rarely and it would only be possible in moments like this. Moments when you have shocked the man with your actions and words and made him fall harder for you.

“Well it is,” he grins. Before his expression clears up he focuses on the clothes you have set aside. “Outfit for today?” He asked. You nod and smile at him, gesturing at the clothes. “You would look handsome in them,” you said. “Don't I always look handsome?” He smirks, you laugh, “I am not falling for that trap, dear husband. I'll be in the shower, choose something for me.” You press a kiss on his cheek before leaving the closet.

After showering and wearing the red dress he had decided, both of you go on for your respective duties. The gala would start early in the day and there were a few hours left before it formally started as guests were already coming in.

The mansion was set up beautifully, no words could have possibly explained the amount of work and dedication to make this the event of the year, valued higher than the Hunger Games itself. In another universe, it may not have been possible, in this one however you somehow managed to crack into his heart and made yourself a higher priority.

You were doing finishing touches of your makeup when Corio came in, his hair slicked back but his body tense, his eyes unable to hide the shakiness in them. You don't say anything, letting the man have his moment of vulnerability. You knew you would mess him up even more if you pointed it out, so you continued your task.

You didn't pay him any attention despite the itch to turn to him. You force yourself to stare straight into the mirror, applying your lipstick for the night. That was until he came behind you, his arms around your waist and pulled you against his chest, his head propped on your shoulder as you felt him take deep breaths.

You don't ask if anything is wrong, accepting the rare form of intimacy he initiated. Usually, you're the ones for the hugs, the genuine ones anyway. You knew despite everything you were like a math equation to Snow. His mind figured out the formulas to keep you to him forever, you doubted if he saw anyone as his equal but you were perhaps the closest thing to it.

You had accepted it long before, but moments like this when Coriolanus allowed himself to be a human meant everything to you. You fell for every version of him, the one that is an untouchable deity who could kill you without guilt, and the human he was, obsession filling in veins making you the sole objective of his mind as he already achieved Panem.

You close your eyes, taking deep breaths with him. In the end, you were human too and you broke. “What's wrong?” You asked, as softly as possible yet breaking the bubble that had formed.

He smirks through the mirror, his eyes meeting yours, a sense of superiority in the blue hues. “Nothing’s wrong, my doll,” he whispered to you, pressing a ghost-like kiss to your bare shoulder. His arms cage you tighter, making a small gasp on your lips. “Okay,” you smile at him.

“Ready to start the gala then?” You asked, “Snows are born ready,” he replied, his tone smug.

One of his arms was kept wrapped around his waist while the other opened a drawer to take out a small box. “For you,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your neck. You opened the box, and in it was a gold necklace with the initial ‘S’. You blush, and leave it to Corio to give you a necklace with his initials for an anniversary gift. “It’s beautiful,” you whispered, your head turning back and you gave him the brightest smile. “Help me wear it?” You mumbled as you handed him the box.

And so he did, and now a necklace was on your neck, the letter ‘S’ sitting perfectly on your skin. It scratched an innate itch for Snow to see you wear this. A part of him had expected you to fight, and be disgusted by this action, his mind thinking of several ways to make (force) you to wear the necklace. But as always you surprised him with your acceptance, as if you knew that wearing this would help him with his possessiveness. You were truly the right woman for him.

With his arm around your waist, you walk into the celebration. Countless people, the top elites of the Capitol were attending the gala. Everything had to be perfect.

Alas, fate is nothing but fickle.

The rumors didn't catch your ears at first before slowly the whispers caught up to you. Too busy with your life in the mansion and with Coriolanus, you rarely were social. You never had many friends from the capitols' elites. And those who knew were merely allies for the future. So the gossip never reached your ears.

Gossip you knew better to believe. Words change when they travel mouth to mouth. It can be easily manipulated too, your husband was a living proof of that. The snake tongue of all of Panem. But when the words seemed to get louder and louder, you couldn't help but feel maybe it's tinged with truth.

Snow was busy talking to diplomats while you were politely having a conversation with the ladies. That's when the questions began about some things they had heard about Snow. Each worse than the other but nothing you didn't already know. You make sure to change their perspective whenever something new comes up. Coriolanus was still new at this position, anything could snatch the power away if either of you weren't careful.

Feeling like you have finished the job, you begin to move away, only to stop when you hear, “...even wearing a pendant with his initial, she's nothing more than a whore who was pushed up to play the role of the First Lady. A woman of her standing would never deserve such a title.”

It was true, when Snow asked you to marry you, it was sudden and he gained nothing from it. Nothing, no money, power, and just a few connections you had but he had already impressed them all beforehand so there was no need for you. Your history in the academy wasn't all that great either, you were never the best but wholly average. A man like Snow deserved the best.

Insecurity claws at your heart and even so with recent events you knew their words were wrong. Tears burned your eyes. Your hand goes to the necklace you had on, your fingers twirling the pendant. Meanwhile, despite Coriolanus' focus being mainly on talking sweet to the guests and gathering sponsors, his eyes were on you, your every moment, and each person you spoke to. He notices you walking away from the gala and into the hallways. He followed you.

You were in one of the many bathrooms the manor had to offer. You stared at the mirror, the necklace you were wearing, and your hands traveled to the back ready to take it off. That's when Coriolanus enters the bathroom, his footsteps stopping midtrack as you freeze too.

“Coryo,” you begin to speak, your hand at your side now. “I was just-” “Why were you going to take it off?” He interrupted you, his face twisted in a glare you never thought would be directed at you. You shrugged, trying to play casual, “It doesn't feel appropriate.” “Why?” He questioned his tone icy calm, spreading chills down your spine. “Because-” because you didn't feel worthy of it. “Because you're ashamed of me,” he scoffs, walking closer to you. His eyes now fully glaring at you.

You frown, “What? Coryo, no-” He tilts your chin up, as he leans in, his expression twisted in fury, “Then what? There's no other appropriate reason for you to take it off then.” In truth, something was getting lost in translation, the women you were talking to earlier were going to be accused of treason in a few days. The cause? The rumors (some truth mixed in as well) they had spread about Snow. They were invited out of courtesy and after this, they had signed their death certificate.

“It's nothing like-” “Then what?” He hissed, “Did you finally come to your senses? Did they tell you how much of a horrible monster I am? And a horrible president?” You knew some sort of major miscommunication had happened but you had no idea how to deal with it. Not when Snow pressed a harsh, hard kiss to your lips, teeth clashing and his tongue seemingly fighting with yours for dominance that you easily gave over.

“You can't escape me, doll. No matter how horrible you realize I am. Think about running away and it's your dead body that will be leaving this mansion.” he whispered against your lips, his hands on your waist, your body flushed against his as your back hit the counter.

You chuckled at his words, knowing that would never be your end. His eyebrows furrow in confusion and it makes you giggle even further. “Dove, I am not joking,” he said, looking straight in your eyes. “I know,” you smile at him, “You…” you shake your head, smiling, you were surely crazier than him. You leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “Those women said something… mean and it made me realize I may not be worthy of this necklace…” you begin to explain, hoping the explanation would calm him down.

You thought wrong. “You don't think I can decide who deserves to be my property, pet. Whom I let to be my queen,” he said, his tone deeper than before. He whispered, “I decided it's you. It's been a year since that decision and I haven't regretted it once.”

He manovaroued you so you were facing the mirror. He was right behind you, his eyes hard. “The woman you're looking at right now is mine. My pet. My wife. How dare you try to take off a mark of my ownership, doll?” You opened your mouth to apologize, but a moan escaped instead as he bit into your shoulder. He begins to press you against the counter, your body bending over as he continues to press wet kisses on your nape.

“You need a reminder about whom you belong to,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your skin making you shiver, heat spreading to your body as his hands unzipped your dress from behind, letting the fabric fall on the floor. “I am yours,” you moan to him as his palms knead your breasts through the bra. “Then you should have known better, my stupid bird.”

“You look away from the mirror even once…,” he said, his hands squeezing your breasts roughly, his head propped up to your shoulder, his face set in a smirk, “and that group of women dies.” They were going to die either way but you didn't know that.

You gasp, “Snow- '' His hands squeeze your breasts harder, bordering on pain. “It’s Coryo for you, dove,” he said, slowly yet firmly as if talking to a child. His hands move downwards, one moves to your hip, and for the other, his fingers slip inside your panties. You whimper when his fingertip touches your clit. At any other time, he would have been slow, and gentle when he was rubbing the bud but now? His touch was fast and unconcerned, his sole goal was to inflict punishment with pleasure.

He rubbed at your clit relentlessly, making you soak your panties with your juices. His other hand squeezes your hips. You whine, your eyes closing and he pinches your clit making you moan louder than you should, your eyes opening immediately to meet his gaze.

“Only warning, pet,” he whispered, his finger now playing with the clit even more relentlessly. Back and forth, up and down with no mercy, making the bud swollen and your pussy clench around nothing. “Yes, Coryo,” you gasp.

“My dumb pet can learn after all,” he whispered to your ear and then his lips kissed the clasp of your necklace. His fingers abandon your clit to swipe at your folds to gather your wetness. He chuckles as he continues to tease you like this, his hard cock pressing against your ass.

“Coryo,” you whispered and your eyes connected with his and you knew his fingers could feel the flex of your cunt around nothing. “That's it. Look at me, doll.”

He slipped his fingers one by one into your slit, the stretch making you gasp. “It's too much,” you managed to get out, your voice shaky. “You can take it,” he tuts. His fingers begin to message your wall, hitting every crook and canny you never knew existed. He twisted his fingers thrusting right at your g-spot making you moan loudly, your body was now completely bent over in front of the mirror and your hands gripped the counter for life. Snow continues to playfully stretch you out, scissoring your pussy with his long fingers.

When he finally deemed you loose enough, he pulled his fingers out without a warning making you whimper. He pulls down your panties around your knees, and then his hand unzipped his pant to take his cock out. Something in you liked how he was composed and fully clothed while having you like this, primal and debauched. It showcased Coriolanus perfectly, no matter how prim and proper the man was outside in the end he was as much of a mess.

His impatient was clear with his clenched jaw, one of his hands traveling upwards your body to grip your breast like a handle as his free hand guides his leaking, hard cock into your entrance. “I was going to fuck you good tonight, on a bed properly like a wife deserves,” he begins to say as he pushed in with a single stroke. Your mouth lets out a small scream as your pussy adjusts to his dick. “Instead I have to treat you like a whore, bending your ass over a counter and fuck you while there are people all over the mansion.” He shakes his head disappointed, he meets your gaze, “I expected better, doll.”

“Then why keep a disappointment around,” you snapped at him, making him raise his eyebrows at your tone, his cock twitching inside your walls. “I wonder that myself too,” he grunts, his face buried in your shoulder, his tongue licking your salty skin. “You’re my everything,” he whispered, “Don't you forget that, dove.”

It was a confession that made you turn your back and made you catch his lips. He groans into your mouth as both of your tongues play with each other, expressing words the others cannot say. His free hand went to grip your necklace chain, making you gasp as he fisted the chain and pulled at it, knocking at your breath in one go.

His hips had begun to pound into you, short, hard thrusts that made his cockhead press against your g-spot while his remaining length messaged your walls perfectly. “You don't have to think, doll. I am here to think for you. You don't have to think about deserving me, or Panem. You don't have to think at all, just be my bird. My bird only,” he grunts.

Your eyes had begun to see spots from the lack of air, he hadn't seemed to care as your pussy keeps squeezing around him because of it. He lets go of the chain, making you gasp and you take the air you desperately need as his thrusts begin to get sloppier. Coryo was too impatient, too worked up, too mad at you to care about your pleasure. You were a pet getting used and you loved every second of it.

“I love you,” you whispered to him, and he groaned in response, as his thrusts got slower. He was edging himself to last longer, for this not to end. He bites your nape, not hard as he does usually to make sure the mark fades in a few seconds. His hips continue to rock into you, both of his hands now kneading at your clothed breast. He makes your round flesh spill from the bra and cups them with a groan escaping his lips.

“You’re mine,” he said as he pressed wet kisses all over your neck and shoulders, “Mine.” Your pussy clenched around him, making his pace get even slower, frustration begins to claw your mind as your body tethers to the edge. “Yours,” you agreed. “Fuck me faster,” you plead.

He lets out a laugh, “No. You'll take what I'll give.” “Coryo, my love please!” You begged. His hips stutter, making you feel confused, before realizing why he had stopped. You hadn't called him that since that night and you realized you had leverage on the man.

“My love, please! Fuck me harder,” you spill, “Baby, please!” He clenched his jaw trying so hard not to give in to the instinct of rutting into you like an animal. Knowing that he was near the edge, you continue, “Cum in me and make me walk around the gala with your cum inside, please. Please, mark me!”

That did the trick rather perfectly. His hand wraps around your throat, not choking you but staying there as a comforting presence that shouldn't have been comforting at all. “My dumb pet has ways with words. Gotta fuck that out of you, my dove,” he smirked.

His hips begin to roll into you again, making you gasp and squeeze his dick with your slick walls. The start of it was slow and cautious before Coriolanus decided to throw it all in the wind. He takes half of his length out before slamming it back to you. The sound of hips snapping echoed into the air along with his grunts and your moans. He kept fucking into you, with no care about anything.

Both of your sights were obscene in the mirror and it turned you not to end. Your body had begun to heat, your pussy aching to cum after being played with for so long. The tension in your body was close to snapping, and he knew it too. Knew it the way your cunt kept sucking his cock in so well. His head was on your shoulder, his mouth breathing out hot air onto your skin.

“Look at me,” you whispered, and his eyes snap at you and not even a second later he spills into your cunt, fucking his cum into you as he lets out a whine for the first time. You gasp, feeling your build-up fading without snapping but Snow was never to disappoint. He pulled his cock out, just to stuff you with his fingers. You whimper, your sensitive walls twitching around his fingers, so close to breaking.

Coriolanus doesn't waste a second to thrust into your sopping cunt, your folds covered in his cum, and fucking that into you with his fingers. He crooks his fingers perfectly, hitting your g-spot and making you black out for a second as his fingers keep assaulting your insides without a care.

You gasp, your body starting to give up. Snow has to wrap an arm around you to help you stay balanced. “That's it, doll. Cum on my fingers. I will make you cum on my cock later,” he promised to you. You cry out as his fingers continue their fast pace of thrusting. And finally, finally, your orgasm builds up again. A single graze from his fingertip onto your spongy spot has you not only cumming but squirting too.

Even Coriolanus eyes widen in surprise as you spill your juices onto the floor, ruining your dress and everything. You begin to feel ashamed of losing control in such a manner, but Coryo curses, “Fuck, doll. Fuck, that was…” He couldn't even finish the sentence.

You close your eyes, feeling yourself close to losing balance, only for Snow to swipe your legs from the floor and carry you to the bathtub.

“I’ll take care of you, doll,” he said, “I’ll bring in a new set of clothes, wait.” “What about the gala?” You asked. He kissed your temple before he replied, “I told everyone to leave the moment you walked away. Told everyone you were sick and as your husband, I shall be taking care of you.”

You let out a raspy chuckle, it was rather amazing how Coriolanus Snow always turned everything in his favor. Even this would help his image of being a president who took such good care of his wife and would surely take the country to great lengths.

“Snow lands on top,” you whispered to him with a smile.

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[targaryenluvs]

— ALL GROWN UP

pairings: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

summary: you were always tigris's annoying rich friend to coriolanus, but once he returns from 12 you seem to be irresistible, not only to him.

warnings: normal coryo in all honesty, jealousy, flirting, p in v, oral (m), choking, kinda subby coryo - for a bit, time gap he spent a year in 12 (i got lazy this is short and basically just porn with slight plot)

a/n: hehehehe first fic of 2024 kiddos besides the klaus one!

your laughter was the last thing coriolanus wanted to hear, ever. it was still annoying when he was here, and it was still once he returned.

"there's no way!" tigris giggled a loud as you joined in.

"tigris?" he called out to her, waiting. "coryo!" tigris yelled as she ran to him, his arms open for her. "it's so good to see you, you’ve been so busy." you laughed, "your hair, it's worse in person." would you shut up? who were you to interrupt a family-

your night dress was black, short, barely below your crotch. lace details, messy hair, you were nothing short a of a dream, and it was messing with his head. he was so use to hating you, your stupid gorgeous face and here he was, dumbstruck. “y/n?” you nodded with a sweet smile, “how are you coriolanus?”

he sighed, “exhausted, between the university and dr gaul, it seems i’m stretched thin these days.” you nodded along, “it seems you’re well on your way to success.” he inhaled, not use to your kind words, “thank you.”

apparently you were staying with the snow’s for a week or so, much to coriolanus’s elation. surprisingly, in the time he’d been away you’d become, tolerable. it sure as hell had nothing to do with the sway in your walk, your sweet eyes looking up at him and your new found confidence, no he just felt nice.

he was itching to get a taste.

he’d seen you out and about, talking with almost all the people around. a kind smile aimed at quite literally everyone. almost every guy in the restaurant seemed to know you, and he couldn’t help but feel annoyed.

didn’t they know you came for lunch with him?

shouldn’t they know better?

you weren’t his, yet.

it was late at night, you needed something to drink.

grandma’ams tea isn’t exactly the most refreshing. you were in the midst of scouring the kitchen for a teabag of actual flavour when you’d heard him behind you.

“looking for this?” he held the jar in his hands, “actually, yes.” you walked over to grab it and he only held it higher, “coryo, please.” he grinned, “coryo huh?” you placed your hands on your hips, annoyed, “yes, now if you don’t mind.” the jar clattered on the counter and you quickly swiped it away. “would you like some?”

in the reflection of the glass cabinet, you saw him shake his head, “i’m in the mood for something else.” you giggled at his vagueness, “oh? and what might that be mr snow?” his smirk was all you needed to know what he was hinting at. “you’re playing a dangerous game here coryo,” he feigned confusion, “am i now?” you smiled, “yes you are.” he was behind you now, breath heavy and hot on your shoulder, “i might be, question is, are you willing to play?”

his lips were on your neck, light as ever, open mouthed kisses all the way up to your cheek. “cory” he gathered your hair, swinging it over your shoulder, “cory? that’s new.” you smiled, “i know. i’m going to take a shower, wanna join? to conserve water of course.” as if they need to, they had more than enough money now.

“to conserve, of course.”

the hot water rose steam, surrounding you as coryo watched from outside. the fog covered up all the parts he wanted to see, and his night pants seemed smaller. soap running all over you, soft hands trailing down. “i think you’ll get a much better view from in here.”

he ripped his clothes off, practically stumbling around in the soft glow of the guest room lamp. he’d been waiting for so long. ten minutes. his hands massaged your scalp, washing it off remaining shampoo and conditioner. ridding your body of any soap, your shoulders, your stomach, your thighs.

and soon enough he pressed you against the wall, imprints of hands staining the glass. you were both unbearably needy, messy kisses and desperate touches. you revelled in his grasp, you felt as if your skin was on fire. “y/n, please.” he whined. you giggled at his begging, “please what coryo?” you stroked his dick as he groaned out, “suck me off. now.” you laughed at his words, “pretty bossy for someone who was whining like a little bitch two seconds ago.” he was about to protest but your warm mouth on him seemed to shut up all forms of protest.

“oh god.” he leaned his head back on the wall as you dug your nails into the back of his thighs. the water pouring down on the two of you made coryo glisten, his abs looking especially sweet. droplets of water fell down from his hair onto you.

as if you weren’t enough the view of you on your knees, your tuts on display was more than enough for him to explode down your throat. “fuck, when did you learn to do this slut? you been practicing f’me?” his attempt at regaining control had you suppressing your laughter.

but his hand in your hair tugging you to your feet, crazy eyes and a very attractive smirk? “only for you cory.” you wrapped your arms around his neck and gently kissed him, “all for me.”

“please, cory. i need you.” you leaned your head against his as he directed his cock to entrance, teasing you. “you want it?” you nodded your head vehemently, “god just please, fuck me.” he kissed your cheek before pushing in, “anything you say baby.” you moaned out at the feeling of him in you, filling you to the brim. you felt unbearably hot, between the running water and coryo rutting into you it felt like heaven.

you can feel the wetness dripping down your thigh, mixing in with the water, “messy girl, aren’t you?” your hands dug into his shoulders almost painfully, “jump up.” wrapping your legs around of his waist, his hands cupped your ass. his pace is unbelievably brutal, “such a bitch to me, making me look weak.”

you shook your head, “didn’t mean to, didn’t mean to i swear.” you mewl, hot tears streaming down your cheeks, as coryo lets out throaty groans.

“stop crying.”

“i can’t, you feel so good!”

“stop crying or i’m not gonna let you cum.” his hand tightened around your throat, cutting off your airway. the dizziness paired with his thrusts inside of you was absolutely delicious. he let up only to mark you before returning to it.

“not yet," his grip around your throat tightened as coryo continued thrusted into you, obviously chasing his own high. "you'll cum when i do.” please cum. you thought, please please please.

his hips slowed down as he groaned, “fuck, all for me yeah? all grown up, aren’t you baby?” your nails marked up his back as he grunted, the hot water seemed to make the fresh marks hurt all the more. coriolanus loved the stinging, almost as much as he loved your cunt.

“cum, cum for me.” you weren’t sure if your release came before or after, but all you felt was unwavering pleasure and relief. you rested your head in the crook of his neck, you were so exhausted. “you did good, so good y/n.” coryo praised you as he pressed kisses to your forehead.

“let’s get you cleaned up yeah?”

[ghostfacd]

SAVE THE GIRL

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!mentor!reader

summary: when you start to feel bad for the tributes, it’s when snow slowly starts to crack. when you snuck into the arena to properly send your goodbyes to one is when he loses it, making it his mission to get you out, even if it means costing his life

warnings: SPOILERS. descriptions of killing, Snow being a bad friend to Sejanus and manipulative, reader essentially replaces Sejanus in the movie’s original scene

“We all know how this works right guys?” Lucky Flickerman says, his eyes held a sparkle within them. “As soon as your tribute dies, you’re out!”

The screen flickers on the arena, its dusty surroundings filled you with a sense of dread.

You had gotten Lamina, a girl who you were afraid would die as soon as the timer went off. But she managed to impress you, and completely won you over when she had speared the other tributes’ pain and suffering by killing them with an axe.

“Coryo,” you whisper to the blonde hair boy who was almost drifting into sleep. “Coryo.”

“Hm?” He fixes his posture, “is something wrong with Lucy Gray?”

You shake your head, and only pointed to the empty desks surrounding you. “Many died.”

“Your point?”

It almost seems as if Coriolanus was bored of your commentary, he probably was, you did wake him from his sleep.

“This doesn’t feel right Coryo. Not at all. Any of it.”

Coriolanus lets out a breath of annoyance. It was always like that with him, he seemed always to be one step ahead—or at least he presented himself in that way, and he seemed like he was annoyed with anyone who wasn’t on the same level as him.

You and Coriolanus went way back. You were the first few to have known of the death of his father, Coriolanus had told you about it with tears in his eyes. Not because he missed his father, not really, but because he was afraid that there would be nothing left of the Snow family by the time the war was over.

When you first entered the Academy, Snow linked himself with Clemensia Dovecote, a pretty black haired girl who he had gotten close with, and if anyone didn’t know better, they might’ve been more than just friends. But Coriolanus and Clemensia came off as acquaintances by association to you more than anything.

He stopped doing group projects with you so he could do it with her, and he had made himself friendly with Sejanus, a boy who was originally from the Districts but managed to buy his way into the Capitol. Or at least, that’s what all of your seething classmates said as they looked at him in disgust.

“You sound like Sejanus.” Is all Coriolanus says, glancing back at his small television screen.

“Sejanus is our friend, Coryo.”

“Sejanus is district.” Coriolanus slams his hand on your desk, making you flinch. “No matter how much money he has, no matter how much he tries to fit in, he will always be district. And you? You might as well be district with him if you keep acting like this.”

Your brows furrow, and you start to get angry. Who the fuck does Coriolanus Snow think he is?

“And I suppose you’re so well off Capitol yourself, Coriolanus?”

The way your words drip with such venom makes Snow almost crumble, but he doesn’t, instead, choosing to inch his face just a meter over yours. “Don’t say anymore things you don’t mean, Y/N.”

And that was the end of it. Coriolanus Snow wins every argument, and you hated him so much. Why couldn’t he see this was wrong? You knew he had a heart in there somewhere, which was why he was helping Lucy Gray Baird in the first place. Unless he was doing it all for the Plinth prize, for the money.

As you watch your tribute fall to her death, the loud crack adding all to your misery, you wanted to throw the television and desk across the room, just like Sejanus had previously. They were monsters, all of them.

“I’m sorry Y/N.” Coriolanus says, his eyes flickering up to meet yours.

But Coriolanus Snow can’t be sorry, he can’t feel empathy, he can’t feel pain, and most importantly, he can’t feel love.

As the games went on, Coriolanus was slumped into his chair, sleep overcoming his senses.

Dr. Gaul clears her throat, her loud but snake like movements made Coriolanus jolt awake, hissing as he accidentally hurt himself on the edges of the desk.

“I see you’re still here, Mr. Snow.”

“Is something wrong?” Coriolanus asks, eyebrows furrowing. “Is Lucy Gray okay?”

“Oh her? She’s fine.” Dr. Gaul waves the girl off like she meant nothing. “It’s your friend, I’m worried about.”

“My friend?” Coriolanus whips his head around to try and find you, but you were gone, leaving no trace.

“Yes.” Dr. Gaul motions to the wide television in front. “She’s in the arena right now. Doing this goodbye thing for her tribute.”

Coriolanus doesn’t want to believe Dr. Gaul, but how could he not when you’re shown so clearly in the cameras, putting flowers into the hand of your tribute. Almost as if you saw her as human.

“Now Miss. L/N hasn’t done anything like this in the past, so it does spark questions in my mind as to why she’s suddenly..” Dr. Gaul pauses. “Rebelling.” She says this as if it were poison on her tongue.

“From Sejanus, I would expect this. But from our own people, Coriolanus? Now this is absurd. I’ll make sure to get the name of the peacekeeper who let her in and have them executed.” Dr. Gaul gives him a smile, one that sends chills up Coriolanus’s back. “Now I happen to know you two are friends, close friends even; so I need you to go into the arena and fetch her out.”

“Me?” Coriolanus stutters out, hesitance clearly showing in his voice.

“Is that hesitance I hear, Mr. Snow?” Dr. Gaul steps even closer. “Everyone in the Capitol is asleep by now, which means they won’t see the foolishness Miss. Y/N is currently causing. You will go into the arena and take her out before she does anything more stupid. I will not let these rebels make mockery of my game, Mr. Snow. I will simply not allow it.”

And Coriolanus knows he has no choice but to obey Dr. Gaul’s orders.

He makes his way quietly into the arena, making sure his footsteps weren’t creating such loud noises to alert the tributes.

“Y/N,” he whispers as he gets close to your kneeling figure. He watches as you slowly put your hand over Lamina’s eyes, closing them for her. “Y/N.”

“You shouldn’t be here,” you reply, not bothering to turn around to face the boy.

“But I am.” He grunts out in annoyance. “I’m here to save your ass because that’s what friends do, Y/N. So help me, and get up.”

You don’t listen to him, choosing to keep kneeling and watching your dead tribute instead. She looked peaceful, and you felt so guilty knowing there was nothing you could do to save her.

“Y/N, I mean it.” Coriolanus says in a more assertive tone. “You’re going to die out here. These tributes? They might as well be animals now, they’re gonna kill the both of us if we don’t get out.”

He grunts in annoyance when he doesn’t see you move, so he carefully walks over, placing his arm under yours, practically dragging your body up from your kneeling position.

“Cmon Y/N, you’ve got to help me.” Coriolanus whispers out. “You don’t want to die here, trust me.”

“HEY! YOU!” The two of you whip your head so quickly at the voice that it sends a dizziness into your head. “HEY!”

The remaining tributes, none of them were Lucy Gray, Wovey, or the boy from 11 with speed so quick that it took the breath in your lungs away.

“CMON!” Coriolanus grabs your hand, the both of you fiercely running towards the doors.

One of the tributes with one of his eyes shut had a sharp blade in his hand, successfully slicing into Coriolanus’s back and your arm. The two of you let out a moan of pain, the frenzy feeling of adrenaline overwhelming the both of you.

Coriolanus lets your hand go for a second, pushing the tribute back harshly, managing to make him drop his weapon. Coriolanus picks up one of the broken poles, repeatedly hitting the male tribute with it until his body stopped moving completely.

You thought he’d be done with it, but he lets out a scream of anger, plunging the pole into the tribute’s body, making you shriek out in horror.

“You’re okay, you’re okay!” Coriolanus breathes out to you, practically limping hand in hand with you as he sees the other tributes catching up from the distance. “Open the door!”

The peacekeepers opened the door, closing it right as one of the more fiercer tribute sticks her trident out. “You’re lucky you’ve escaped this time.” She growls out.

You fall onto the ground as soon as Coriolanus lets go of your hand.

“Hey,” he croaks out, kneeling to cup your face into his hands. “Hey, you’re okay, you’re okay.”

He sounds so reassuring, so kind, and not like the Coriolanus you had despised from earlier.

“I..” you can’t even get a word out before you’re full on sobbing, not caring if you were embarrassing yourself in front of Coriolanus and the two peacekeepers.

“Shh, it’s okay.” He places his hand on the back of your head, bringing you into his chest. “Everything’s gonna be okay. I’ll make sure of it.”

“No one will ever hurt you, Y/N.”

And if there’s one thing Coriolanus Snow is good at—it’s ensuring he gets what he wants.

[callsigns-haze]

Behind the scenes, we ain't so clean

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

summary: you both are so composed until it comes to the bedroom stuff

warnings: smut, spanking, fingering, unhinged coryo, work sex, dominance, short fic

A/n: This is my second hunger games post so I hope y'all enjoy!

He's soft. Or at least that's what Y/N thinks about Coryo.

There has always been an oral rule between you and Coryo: if one of them needs anything, say it. However, you don't not want to harm Coryo's feelings. You don't think telling him he's too amazing in bed will work very well because of his large ego.

You're nibbling on your bottom lip and bouncing your leg up and down on the edge of your and Coryo's king-size bed because of this. Usually, you would go nibble on the tips of your nails, but you received a manicure lately, and you're unwilling to feel like you squandered the money.

You get up and begins pacing, thinking about what you should tell Coryo you want to carry out in bed . The ideas are followed by images of him performing these dirty things, and you begin to feel a little moist between your legs, knowing you must stop so you can keep your head clear when the discourse begins.

"Achieving your steps in?" Coryo's raspy voice reverberates throughout the massive bedroom, making Y/N weak in the knees, and you can't wait to see how dark and rough it can get as he vents his sexual frustrations while dominating you.

"Oh! Hi!" You rub the back of your neck, feeling uneasy for no apparent reason, and stands with your knees at an unnatural angle, appearing bent into each other. "W-What're you doing home so early?"

"You're not thrilled to see me?" He smirks, prancing over to you and throwing his arms around your form, pulling your to his body. "Well?" His forehead rubs into yours, urging you to respond, nipping your lips for encouragement.

"M'happy to be able to see you, too." His hands slide downward to grasp your bottom, causing your to groan against his lips because, while it feels nice, you crave more.

"How was the office?" You ask him as he sits down upon the bed. "Busy but we managed."

"Spank me." It comes out more unexpectedly. You had intended to take things slowly and ease the discussion along, but your rapid mind had other ideas.

"What?" Coryo asks amusingly, tilting his body back to get a better look at you.

Y/N is ashamed and unsure if you want to proceed with the chat you had in your brain. "Nothing," you rush out, burying your face in his chest.

"No, no," Coryo insists, tugging your up by your hair, causing Y/N to have a tiny orgasm just from the mild manhandling. "I guess you meant 'spank me'?"

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I'd never done anything exactly like this before, but thankfully for Coryo, I've always been someone who is willing to try new things. That's why I didn't mind when he tugged my skin tights and knickers all the way down to my ankles, curtly instructing me to take my 'Heels off'.

So I kicked them off, standing much more easily on the floor while my elbows supported me on top of his wooden desk. I believed he casually flung the shreds of material away before stroking both of his enormous hands up both of my legs, reaching the back of my thighs and causing goosebumps to appear on every inch of flesh.

He hiked my black skirt up over my hips, exposing my rear to him, and I heard him take a sharp inhale before smoothing both of his hands over my bottom cheeks.

"I'm going to spank you, okay?" He breathed and I gulped, nodding.

I was shocked as he abruptly grabbed on my hair, forcing my head up, my ass pressing into his powerful bulge as his lips skated harshly over my stretched neck.

"Okay, what?" Coryo seemed annoyed, and I assumed that the more I spoke, the more he would praise me rather than growl at me.

"Okay, spank me," I replied. "Please, please spank me."

He squeezed at the cheeks, satisfied with my words. "That's it. Go on, sweetheart, beg for it."

When his hand came down again, I let out a yell and felt each of his rings on my searing flesh. When his palm spanked me again, the left side of my face pushed to the desk and nudged forward, and I let out a delighted groan.

"Good girl, Y/n," he said. "Good girl, for me." I waited for his hand to spank me again, but nothing happened, so my brow wrinkled and I arched my back, looking for his hard hand.

"You've had enough, baby," he said softly, stroking and caressing the inflamed spot he'd battered.

I whined, pushing my ass out further. "More," I breathed. "Want more."

I had no idea my eyelids were closed until he tugged on my hair again, lips pressing to the region just behind my ear and sucking softly before skimming his teeth over the flesh. I gave a throaty groan as Coryo hummed and thrust his hips forward.

"Felt good," I praised him.

With two of his fingers running up the folds and then circling over my swelled nub, the hand that wasn't in my hair ran across my front, diving between my legs and coming to rest in my centre, causing my eyes to flutter shut. "You're so wet, I can—"

I pushed back against him while whining and pleading for more—for him. With a moan, he jutted his hips forward and his fingers moved more quickly inside of me. It felt exhilarating, but it was definitely not how I wanted it to end. Despite my right hand's strong grip on his arm to stop him, his strength overcame it and he kept digging his fingers in and out.

"N-no, not like this," I groaned ineffectively as Coryo continued to accelerate. "Coryo, stop." I whimpered, trying to get his fingers out from between my thighs and picturing how he would feel inside of me.

He said, "Come," but I shook my head. "You believe you have a say?" His fingers were working quicker than before, and he nearly laughed.

"Good." He gave me praise and helped me get through my orgasm till he felt that I was too sensitive and pulled his moist fingers away. My eyes closed, my chest fell back against his desk, rising and falling as I struggled to gather myself and find my breath.

"I don't-" I let out a startled cry and shuddered when I felt Coryo's shaft poke its way out of my door and then easily slide in.

"One more?" Warm hands gripped my hips as he filled me to the brim, my overstimulated insides convulsing around him as he spoke.

"N-," I whined shakily, feeling him pull almost all the way out before slipping back in.

"You certainly can," he said. "Baby, just one more. Please give me one more. With pleasurable, plea-laden words, I could only picture the sight on his face. I couldn't take my eyes off his desk to see what was going on, but I figured he was biting his lower lip and that my tight walls were squeezing him tight because to his enormous length.

"You can. Just one more." Coryo let out a few short, breathy gasps, and I did my best to get myself off his desk.

He felt so good being close to me, so comfortable, so completely full. I didn't believe my body could handle it, but before I knew it, I was groaning like before as he filled me up each time he sank in and out.

Then, there was a loud and clear knock at the door, making us freeze and bulge our eyes out of our sockets.

"President? Mr. Jackman is here for the hunger games debate you booked, but you're not answering." Said a clerk through the door.

"We'll finish later, darlin'"

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[risingoftime]

coriolanus snow x fem!reader

⤷ coriolanus is your mentor, and he fucks you before you’re sent to the games. 18+ mdni.

Coriolanus showed no mercy when fucking you. His pace was fast but thorough, lingering slightly when all of his length was inside for you to take. Your eyes brimmed with tears from pure euphoria. Coriolanus kept one hand around your breasts, playing with your nipple while the other massaged your clit. He whispered dirty things in your ear, loving how your body responded to it. Knowing that it was forbidden for the both of you to meet outside of mentoring hours, nonetheless doing this. The rush of possibly getting caught made him swell inside of you.

“I want you to cry out how much you love my cock.”

When you don’t answer fast enough, he rolls your nipple harder in between his fingers, earning a loud whimper to release from your mouth.

“Aghh, I fucking love it.”

You could hear the smirk in his voice when he said, “Always such a good girl for me.” Coriolanus buried himself in your cunt, as your walls gripped around his dick. You felt like you were about to go insane; nothing mattered anymore but Coriolanus. How did he make it so easy to forget? Your head fell back onto his chest. “Coryo, oh please, don't stop.” you moaned. You were no longer caring if you got caught. Your legs began to tremble, making it challenging to keep your back arched over the desk. But this didn't falter the momentum.

“Take. Every. Last. Drop.” Coriolanus paused with each word, adding emphasis between thrusts. You follow his lead without hesitation. Throwing your ass back to meet him halfway, fucking him back. You could tell that Coriolanus was close, and you were not too far behind. Now with both hands, Coriolanus held onto your waist, jerking his dick in your pussy sloppier and more demanding than before.

You could feel yourself gushing on his cock. You've never gotten this wet. “Shit— I'm going… going to cum” he gasped out. Coriolanus didn't pull out as he came inside you, grinding himself further as your cunt milked him of everything that he had to give. Your body shuddered, unable to slow the torrent of pleasure that overcame you. The two of you rode out the waves of your orgasm until your bodies became sore. Coriolanus drove himself crazy from the thought of possibly losing this, the power to stroke and fondle your body and hear your cries of ecstasy. But he would leave, just like he always did. Coriolanus left you with one last kiss and three words.

“Do not lose.”

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[saturnville]

in the dirty south, III.

pairing: cowboy!coriolanus snow x black fem oc. warnings: old slang, sexual innuendo, flirting, sorta forbidden infatuation if you blink. shy!oc. content: while at a town fair with her family, delilah finds herself heavily infatuated with the new face in town. an: last part! I just realized I was heavily inspired by Romeo and Juliet when I wrote this (in the sense of immediate connection with someone).

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The night draped itself over the small town, casting veil of darkness upon the fairgrounds. A myriad of colored lights twinkled above, painting the scene in hues of red, blue, and gold. The once lively fair had transformed into a dreamscape, a place where reality and enchantment danced together.

Delilah stood at the edge of the fairgrounds, where the glow from the string lights met the shadows. The rhythmic laughter and distant carnival music were the background symphony to her contemplative thoughts. She couldn't shake the lingering sensations from the day—the warmth of the sun, the taste of poundcake, and the unexpected connection with Coriolanus.

Just as most young women her age, Delilah dreamed of experiencing an instant connection with someone. She longed to bask in the serenity of adoration that came from another. To be cloaked in desire was a wish of hers, and as the nightsky blanketed the sun, and the stars made an appearance, she knew that her wishes were grant.

In the midst of a sea of people, she spotted him. Coriolanus. A solitary figure, his silhouette etched against the radiant backdrop of the fair. A sense of anticipation filled the air as he turned, his gaze meeting hers. A subtle smile played on his lips, and he gestured for her to join him in the dance of shadows and light.

With a deep breath, Delilah stepped into the enchantment of the fair once more, the echoes of laughter and the distant melodies guiding her toward an unforeseen future.

Delilah's voice was soft as she muttered her pardons to the strangers who were engrossed in carnival games and deep conversations. The aroma was thick with beer, ice cream, and apple pie. As she approached Coriolanus, the bustle of the night seemed to quiet.

"Quite a sight, ain't it?" Coriolanus asked, his eyes trained on the artwork etched in the sky. His voice was filled with warmth, and Delilah couldn't help but to smile in agreement.

"It is." The stars were beautiful. The stage was big enough for them to dance without their shine being stolen or dimmed by another.

Coriolanus extended his hand, inviting her to join him in exploring the fair's wonders. As their fingers intertwined, Delilah felt a surge between them, a connection forged in the shared moments of the day.

They strolled through the fairgrounds, exploring pockets of quietude between the lively attractions. The game of ring toss to their left, and the stage with a blues band on their right.

Amidst the whimsical glow of the fair, they found a secluded bench. Coriolanus pulled Delilah closer, and they sat in a comfortable silence, watching the flickering lights and the shadows they cast.

"Delilah," Coriolanus began, his voice carrying a sincerity that echoed in the quiet night. "I wasn't planning on staying in 11."

Delilah turned to him, curiosity etched in her expression. She looked so stunning beneath the rays of the moonlight. Her lipstick was long gone and only a faint tint of red remained on her full lips. A thin layer of sweat adorned her forehead and loose curls stuck to her face. Breathtaking, he had to admit.

The night seemed to hold its breath as Coriolanus continued.

"I found something unexpected—someone unexpected," he confessed, his gaze steady. He sighed softly and caressed her bare shoulder with his thumb. "I was granted the option to go back to the Capitol within six weeks. I'd been spending time with the boys 'cause I made up in my mind that I was leaving. Until today. Until you and I crossed paths."

Delilah felt a rush of emotions, a mixture of surprise and joy. The carnival around them seemed to celebrate their connection, the lights flickering in unison with the beating of their hearts.

The revelation hung in the air. Coriolanus's words lingered, and Delilah found herself momentarily lost in the depth of his gaze. He had decided to stay—his path no longer leading him away from District 11 but winding through its fields, its people, and, unexpectedly, into her life.

Delilah blinked.. Her eyes traced the contours of Coriolanus's face, searching for any signs that this might be a jest or a fleeting decision. Yet, sincerity lingered in his expression.

"You're staying?" Delilah whispered, a mixture of surprise and curiosity coloring her words. The thought of him becoming a constant in her small town, a familiar face amidst the fields, stirred something within her—a quiet joy that unfolded like the blossoming of a rose.

District 11 was overlooked often. It was the last place anyone would consider finding something they'd been searching for. Except Coriolanus. He found exactly what he longed for. Away from the gltiz and the glam of the Capitol. In a town where everyone felt like family, where the was warmth in every smile, where not everything was a competition of wealth and fame. Life in 11 was simple. He enjoyed simplicity.

"I am," Coriolanus nodded. "Can't lose the opportunity of getting to know the prettiest woman in town. But again, that's only if you let me."

There is was. That charm. The corners of Delilah's lips tugged upward to a smile. Slowly, she brought her lips to his cheek, taking note of how they reddened like the beets in her Mama's garden. "I'd like that."

She rested her head on his shoulder and together, they embraced the radiant glow of the fairgrounds, that had witnessed the birth of an unexpected union.

[sephirothsplaything]

WINNER TAKES ALL- chapter 1

a/n : Hiii! I've seen the excitement over this concept and it made me so giddy. If the reader seems like an annoying bitch in this chapter it's because she is :/. Don't worry she'll get worse.

anyways.<3 let me take my ass to bed chile.

CW: Classism? idk reader is a cunt, black! fem reader, black obsessive reader.

You always strived for perfection. 

From the moment you were born, everyone around your parents agreed; You were bound to do great things.

But that was a long time ago, a little earlier before the war.Your parents were long dead,leaving you to hold up the burning expectations that were placed upon you.

You walked down the long halls of the academy,Mary Jane heeled shoes clacking with each step. Every so often, a person would pass you by,offering you a greeting or a goodluck.

It was reaping day, tributes were to be announced and the prize winner would be assigned. You wore a brand new dress, baby blue in color with a pleated bottom. As you rounded the corner,you were faced with the doors of the giant lab belonging to Dr.Gaul, or grandmother,as you called her.

With the death of your parents, you were the youngest remaining Gaul in the family. Dr.Gaul was no nurturer. She showed you the depravity of humans, how they fight and bleed just to die at the end. You found it fascinating. Both you and your grandmother often bonded over the plights of human nature.

Pushing the lab doors open, you are greeted with the sight of Dr.Gaul prodding at one of her “babies”, as she liked to call them. You weren’t particularly fond of her freaky experiments, but the tub full of colorful snakes drew your eye.

“Your dress is awfully short,Y/N.” Dr. Gaul commented. You rolled your eyes. No matter how intimidating she may come off to others, she still found time to be your naggy grandmother.

“It’s hot today.” You responded. Leaning forward, you glanced at all the snakes wriggling around in the tub,entangled with one another. 

“You can put your hand in,if you’d like.” Dr. Gaul suggested. Your eyebrows wrinkled. She loved to push the boundaries of your safety and it annoyed you immensely.

“I assume there was a point in asking me to come here?” You said. She had requested you visit her before the reaping and had yet to tell you the reason why.

Dr.Gaul’s eyes glinted with amusement. Clearly,there was something she just couldn’t wait to tell you. 

“Haven't I taught you that there’s a point in everything I do?” Dr.Gaul questioned. She reached into the snake pit,pulling out one with dark blue scales.

 She allows the snake to crawl into your hands,the cool sensation of the scales was a funny feeling. 

“Do you recall a paper you wrote a couple of months ago regarding the Hunger Games?” Dr.Gaul asked. The snake had made itself comfortable around your neck,nestled into your long braids.

Of course you had remembered. “Law Of the Jungle”,you called it. You had detailed how the winning tribute always had very specific traits, the traits of a winner. Strong,smart, agile and most of all desperate. 

You were a winner. Or at least,you were going to be. There was a certain someone nipping at your heels.

“You gave me a failing grade for that.” You whined. Dr.Gaul laughed at your childish tone.

“Y/N, your concept of what it takes to be a winner is deeply flawed.” She took the snake back from you,placing it into the tub.

You glanced at the clock  on the wall. You were ansty to meet up with Sejanus beforehand but now you had no time.

“Your classmate..Mr.Snow.”Dr Gaul said, a cruel smile forming onto her face.

  “He’s a real winner.”

You scoffed at this. Coriolanus didn’t have a pot to piss in,you had observed how he often rewore outfits for reaping day. You had managed to hold your top spot in class,but these days you were wavering in favor of him. He was so quick to give the correct answer or show his highly marked test grades.

You hated him more than anything,people from the districts were better than him in your mind.

The Plinth Prize. It’s what would hold you up far above all the rest. Far above him.

“I’ll be leaving now grandmother, I'm gonna be late.” You spun on your heel,walking out of the door.

“I do hate it when you call me that.” Dr Gaul called after you. You smiled.

As you walked into the main hall,you were met with the buzz and excitement of your classmates. You were all the top 24 chosen for the mentor program. Naturally, you were number one and vexingly, Coriolanus was number two.

A server held up a tray with some champagne. You weren’t one for alcohol , but took a glass to blend in. Sipping your drink,your sharp brown eyes scanned all over the room for Sejanus.

You and Sejanus had been close friends since your younger years. He had been isolated by the rest of your classmates due to him being district. You took him under your wing, sticking by him and fending off any others who bullied him.

You were his angel,as he called you. And he was yours. Your project. You’d mold him into the perfect man, and perhaps secure the plinth fortune for yourself in the process.

“Y/N!” You heard a voice call for you. You glanced ahead of you. Arachne gestured you over.

He was there too.

Walking over, Festus, Arachne and Coriolanus were already in a circle, no doubt discussing the prize. You chose to stand next to Arachne,in direct view of Coriolanus.

Your eyes gave him a quick up and down. His shoes were definitely too small for him and you could've sworn you had seen that shirt before.

Coriolanus shot you a questioning glance,but tried to give you a polite smile.

Grimacing at him,you took another sip of your champagne.

“Ah, and here's Dr.Gaul's best experiment.” Festus said,gesturing towards you.  It might’ve been an insult,but it was technically true. You had gained every opportunity in your vicinity,worked in the best labs and rubbed shoulders with high powered politicians. 

Yeah,you were a little spoiled maybe.

“She thinks the prize will fall right into her lap.” Arachne scoffed. You gave a dramatic sigh.

“Well,I’ve certainly earned it,haven't I ?” You said. Coriolanus gave a chuff of amusement. Your head tilted slightly. Whatever on earth was he of all people laughing about.

“Sucking that district scum off doesn’t assure you anything.” Festus spit out. 

“Careful Festus.” You said gently tracing the rim of your glass. “I just came from Dr.Gaul’s lab, and she has a tube your size,if you can believe it.”

Festus fell silent immediately. 

“I don’t understand your fixation with him,honestly.” Arachne said. And you hadn’t expected them to. They were too blinded by stupidity to recognize that Sejanus was malleable and oh so naive.

He was perfect and more importantly,all yours. Mostly all yours anyway.

“Speaking of district scum.” Festus said, gesturing towards Sejanus,who was talking to his parents. 

All of you took a quick glance in his direction. Arachne groaned in disgust.

“Look at his mother’s outfit,Christ!” She said,

You pursed your lips. While you agreed that Mrs.Plinth’s outfit was nothing short of frumpy, there was no way in hell you’d be caught agreeing with this pack of imbeciles.

“His Ma,I think you meant.” Festus chuckled.

“Dress a turnip in a ball gown,and it’ll still beg to be mashed.” Coriolanus said. The giggles of your classmates rang through your ears. 

You looked back to Sejanus who met your gaze. He gave you a soft smile to which you returned.

‘Don’t do that,we all know you like him.” Arachne scolded. Now it was your turn to giggle.

It was well known that after you,Coriolanus and Sejanus were close. Something about that had always irritated you. Maybe the fact that Sejanus tended to talk about him all the time when he was with you.

“I don’t like him,I tolerate him.” Coriolanus said, a little too fast in your opinion.

“Oh?’ You said, a cat-like grin creeping its way onto your face. Coriolanus’s expression hardened at the sound of your voice. 

“If I recall,weren’t you just having dinner at his house the other night?” You asked with faux curiosity. 

Coriolanus shot you with an icy glare,to which you were all too happy to return. The feeling was mutual.  You hated him and he hated you. 

“Well, if I hear him blab on about how immoral the Hunger Games are,I'll put him into the area myse-.” Festus halted his words as Sejanus approached.

You brushed his arm in greeting before downing the rest of your champagne. 

“Y/N, you look pretty.” Sejanus said. Of course he thought you were. Blue was his favorite color,you’d concluded it would put him at ease,having someone that was on his side.

“I see you made it to the reaping for once.” Festus said snarkily. Coriolanus was watching Sejanus carefully,almost analytically. 

You wanted to pluck those blue eyes right from his skull. 

“And you’ve made it to graduation Festus, we’re both shocked.” Sejanus shot back.  You smiled proudly. He was sticking up for himself just as you trained him to do.

Coriolanus gave a small smile at the response. You felt your eye twitch.

“Spill it,who won the prize?” Arachne asked,clearly fed up at his presence.

You couldn’t fight the cold curiosity as you looked at Sejanus. Unfortunately for you, Sejanus had not divulged any information about the prize,no matter your soft spoken words or lingering touches.

You found comfort in your classmates being just as clueless as you were. A first time for everything,you supposed.

“I’m not about to ruin my father’s big day.” Sejanus said,sliding his hands into his pockets.

You pressed your thighs together slightly. He had really big hands.

“No one here actually likes him,but they do love his money.” Sejanus said, venom dripping in his tone.

“You know what that’s like, right Arachne?” You finally spoke.The waterfall of braids from your high ponytail shifted slightly as you gave her an amused glance.

Sejanus looked to you gratefully. You relished the feeling. Whatever would he do without you?

“Whatever.” Arachne scoffed. She walked away from the group to take her seat.

Festus left as well, leaving you and Sejanus with Coriolanus. 

You acted swiftly before Coriolanus could speak. Grabbing Sejanus’s hand, you led him to the front aisle of chairs.

“Come sit with us Coryo.” Sejanus said. You gave Coriolanus the harshest glare that you could muster.

‘Stay away from him’ You hoped the message was clear. Coriolanus stood motionless for a moment. He smirked at you purposefully, plopping down to the left side of Sejaus. 

‘That asshole’ You thought bitterly.

You watched Dr.Gaul take her place in front of the stand. She was eerily gleeful today. It unsettled you.

Sejanus’s hand grabbed yours,pulling your attention. He looked almost remorseful.

“Look, I know you’ve been working really hard this year.” He began, Coriolanus was facing the stage but you knew he was zeroed in on the conversation.

Snakeish fucker. 

“There won’t be a prize, angel.” Sejanus said. You instantly dropped your hand from his at the news.

No prize? This had to be some sort of joke. You had poured every ounce of energy ensuring a victory and now it was being pulled from under you.

All your efforts had been effectively wasted. You wanted to scream.

“What?” Coriolanus said. He too had his heart set on the prize,perhaps even more than you.

“I’m so sorry.” Sejanus said. It was unclear who the apology was geared towards.

You and Coriolanus share a look of confusion. All bets were off, for now at least.

“ I am here to examine you all, our leaders of the future.” Dr.Gaul said. She was holding back a giggle as if she had thought of a joke.

“Allow me to introduce the creator of the Hunger Games himself, Dean Casca Highbottom.”

You turned your head to see Highbottom down a tiny vial of something.

Morphling addict. You couldn’t understand why anyone would attach themselves to such a concoction. Pain and misery is what keeps humans sharp after all.

Hence, the Hunger Games.

Dean Highbottom made his way to the front of the room in a morphling induced wobble. He took his sweet time adjusting the glass on his right eye before addressing everyone.

You had no love for the man. He was a drunken fool with no eye for progression. He had studied under your grandmother and somehow managed to learn absolutely nothing.

“For this year's tenth annual Hunger Games,we are doing things differently.” Highbottom said. There were whispers from your classmates in a flurry of confusion.

Your focus was waning. There was no prize.

“You all will be assigned a tribute to mentor,the goal is for them to win the games.” Highbottom explained.

Mentor? This piqued your interest. Sejanus was still sullen. 

‘Pathetic.’

“Your job is to make a spectacle,get people watching the games.” He said.

Now this, this was exciting. No wonder your grandmother was so bubbly. This was far more compelling than any prize.

A winning tribute would mean lifelong gratification. A plethora of opportunities sure to come.

You were practically squirming in your seat. Someone’s life would be in your perfectly manicured hands.

“Now, your tribute is your own responsibility.” Highbottom reminded everyone. You tuned him out,opting to imagine what your ideal tribute would be.

A tall, stocky boy from district one would do quite nicely. You would hardly have to do any work at all. The prospect of death would motivate him properly. A pretty district four girl would be good too, a diamond in the rough.

Nobody wants to see an attractive face maimed, not even you. 

Casca Highbottom began reading down the list,assigning a tribute to each of your classmates.

You didn’t get district one. Or four.

Sejanus had been assigned district two, Marcus. You fought a chuckle at the cruel irony. You were sure it was done on purpose.

You grabbed Sejanus’s hand,giving it a firm squeeze. You and Coriolanus’s names had yet to be called.

“You got the pick of the litter.” Coriolanus said,trying to cheer Sejanus up. You wanted to scoff. He truly knew nothing. Another reason why he was unneeded as Sejanus’s friend. You would be sure to remind Sejanus of that later.

“You forget, I'm a part of that litter.” Sejanus said coldly. He wasn’t even looking at the screen to face the tribute.

It wasn’t hard to forget. He found a way to remind you every day. It was graining on your last nerve.

“I’m so sorry Sej.” You said with all the sympathy you could muster.

“Y/N Gaul, you get district seven, Treech.” Casca Highbottom said. You looked up to see a boy around your age. He wasn’t at all what you had imagined. He was filthy,clothes torn with a look of hard disdain on his face. The tattered wide brim hat he wore covered half of his face.

There was nothing remarkable about him. He was scrawny. Dull.

You were so utterly doomed.

The list continued on and on.

“The district twelve runt, she belongs to Snow.” Casca concluded. A girl made her way onto the screen. Her dress was rainbow in color and she had chocolate brown hair.

You smirked.You and Highbottom shared a singular thing in common. The deep desire to see Coriolanus fail.

The girl, who was introduced as Lucy Gray Baird, had taken a hit by the district governor.

She fell to the floor. Your classmates laughed at the antics. But you did not. Neither did Coriolanus.

Grabbing the mic, Lucy Gray bellowed out a song,her voice like honey. You looked to Coriolanus to gauge his reaction. He was smiling.

And why shouldn’t he be. You’d be an idiot not to acknowledge the fact that he had struck gold with her.

A songbird. The perfect spectacle and potential capital darling.

This was not looking good for you.

You thought back to your tribute. Treech. District 7 was lumber. He no doubt would have had experience with trees and wood. That was at least a start.

Coriolanus had his star, and now you needed to forge yours.

[watsittoyah]

Before The Snow, Came The Flame…

Young!Coriolanus snow x blk fem!reader

Theme: Morally gray themes, talks of suicide, heavy sexual content. Possessive/Obsessive behavior. This is pure fiction and should only be consumed as such…

Previously

Chapter 01 A Rose With Thorns (Pt. 1)

(Rated M)

(Sexual Act 1- Oral sex male receiving, fingering. )

Evangeline-

Snow is dangerous to the living. Everyone allows their youths to play in it, but I know better. If you have too much of it, it throws off the balance of nature. If you’re not careful it can burry you alive and muffle your screams. Snow…is a threat to the living.

Coriolanus hasn’t come to visit me in the past three days and oddly, that bothers me. It’s almost as if I’m having withdrawals from him.

And I don’t like that at all.

“Good news Evangeline.” I hear Bugs’ voice as I lay there staring at the ceiling, contemplating on why I’m becoming codependent on Coriolanus’ presence. “I’ll be going home today?” I ask sitting up on my elbows.

I hear him fiddling with the lock and I raise a brow when I see him unlock my cell door and let it swing open. I stare at him for a moment and he stares back, but in an awkward manner.

“You don’t have to stay in the cells anymore. You have to be under surveillance for a little longer-”

“Then what’s the point in leaving the cells if I’m going to be watched? It’s like you’re letting a dog out of its cage but putting a leash on it.” I ask not even bothering to hide my disappointment.

“Coryo had managed to pull some strings to get you out of this cell. He told the Mayer of this district that it was inhumane to keep you in here.”

My skin prickles hearing that information. “Where is Coriolanus? I feel like he would want to be the one to tell me about this.” I ask slowly moving off of the cot. “He is on assignment. But he told me specifically to come and get you. If not me it would’ve been Duke and well we know how much bad blood there is between you two.”

I walk over to him look into his muddy brown eyes. Bugs wasn’t threatening in the slightest. In fact it was quite laughable to see him as a Peace Maker. He was thin, like a stick bug and I can bet all the lint in my pocket that I could break his nose with a simple palm tap.

But I’m going to behave. And when it’s dark and the district is fast asleep I will leave and never come back.

I was going to tell him thank you but he moves behind me and he cuffs my hands behind my back. “Sorry, there’s one more stop we need to go to before I let you lose.” He says in a sympathetic tone.

Of course there’s a catch, there seems to always be something with these people.

I was tempted to ask if this last stop was on the terms of the Mayer or Coriolanus? But that question became stuck on the roof of my mouth like thick peanut butter.

I keep my mouth shut and follow him out of the building. The sun feels good against my brown skin. Hell if I could drink the sun I’d get drunk off of it. My bliss was interrupted as I hear the whispers of the townspeople but I keep my head down.

“Devil child.”

“I hear she’s a wife of satan.”

“Poor thing.”

I feel my jaw clench hearing the comments but I keep my head down. “Watch your step.” Bugs says as he leads me inside of an infirmary.

Inside I see an odd woman with dirty blonde hair. “Ah, just the child I wanted to see.” She says as she peers at me above her glasses. “I’m not a child.” I fire at her.

No, no, no, don’t let them see the fire in you, Evangeline.

She claps her hands in glee and shoos Bugs away after he takes my cuffs off. “Come come, we have much to do.” She ushers me into a room and she tells me to sit down on the bed.

Once I’m sat, the woman introduces herself to me. “My name is Augusta Bleep. I am the closest thing to a medical doctor in district 12 and before you ask about my credentials, look around this room dear. I have my paperwork in order.”

This woman makes me want to drive a pen in my ear canal so I don’t have to listen to her. “It’s nice to meet you.” I lie as she gathers her things. “You don’t have to lie to me dear, I’m not the most liked person here in the district other than yourself. Children hate when they have to come see me and the adults avoid me at all cost. But that is medicine for you. Now, since you shall be staying a bit longer, I have been told to give you a check up and make sure you’re in good health.”

I nod and she soon begins. “Alright I’m going to check your heart beat.” She takes out her stethoscope and tells me to sit still.

The ice cold instrument touches my hot skin and I flinch hard. “Oh, I do apologize for that. I should’ve warmed it up for you.” I hold back the many curse words I wanted to spit at her. I just bite my tongue and let her continue…

••••

When she was finally finished, I was left feeling like she had violated me. No wonder everyone hates this woman.

I had put my clothing back on while she was scribbling down something in her notepad. “Miss Flame, you have a clean bill of health. I do hope you’ll stop by in the near future.”

I give her a nod. “I wouldn’t count on that.” I admit to her. She simply smiles at my honesty and tells me that I could leave.

When I made it outside, I see Bugs talking to Coriolanus. When his light blue eyes met my face, my heart started to ache.

I should run back inside and talk to Doc Bleep, because clearly I am having a heart attack of some sort. Why else would my heart feel like this?

“I’ll take it from here, Bugs.” Coriolanus tells him as he steps up to me. “Follow me. I will be bringing you over to your new residence.” He tells me as he turns on his heel. I simply obey and give Bugs a gentle smile as I pass him.

As we walk further and further to the edge of town, I notice how Coriolanus was silent. I’d figure he’d be elated to see me, or at least have some conversation. But instead I’m met with silence.

When we finally make it to a shack like house, he had stopped abruptly. “I’ll see about getting you better living conditions. But this is just about all that can be done for you Evangeline.” Coriolanus says as he opens the door for me.

I step inside and I was greeted by a warm fire. I gravitate towards the dancing flames and I kneel in front of it.

I then take in my surroundings. The shack wasn’t glamorous, if anything it was only slightly livable. I think the cell was a better fit for me, but this was fine. I’d be gone by tonight anyways.

I hear him close the door behind us and when I turned I was greeted by a red rose. Coriolanus had held it out to me and I stood up, staring at his gift.

“Forgive me for not coming to see you for the past few days, as a Peace Keeper, the work is quite demanding of my free time. But I’m all yours for the rest of the day.” He says waiting for me to accept the rose.

I take it out of generosity but wince when I feel something prick me. “Ouch!” I drop the rose and was about to bring my pricked finger to my lips. But he had grabbed my wrist and plunged the digit in his mouth.

As he sucked, I felt a shiver because it reminded me of what he did to me in the mess room. As much as I wanted to draw my hand back from him, my body stood frozen. My inner thighs throbbed.

Hell my slit started to drip thinking of his tongue assaulting it once more.

When he finally popped my finger out of his mouth he looked a bit pleased. “Forgive me again my little rose. I thought I had cut all the thorns off. I’ll be sure not to make that mistake again.”

“It’s..fine. It was just a simple mistake.” I go to bend down to grab the rose but he was quicker and he tossed it into the fire.

He doesn’t say anything else. Only stepped closer to me. “A rose with thorns…pity it went to waste. But enough about that, how about I take you out tonight? To celebrate your freedom.”

I hide my spike of anger. “Freedom?” I ask keeping my voice calm. “Yes, I know this isn’t your home. But it can be something. I can be your home.” He says as he brings his warm hands to my face. “Why are you being kind to me, Coriolanus? I’m not District, I’m not Capital. I’m a stranger. And hardly anyone here likes me. Why?”

He cocks his head at me. “Because you’re special. Like the golden rose I told you about. And you did say yes to me.”

Hearing him say that last sentence made me feel cold all over even though I was still by the fire. “I bet you say that to all the girls here.” I say staring up into his eyes.

His hand twitches against my face. “No just you. Only you. Because you’re special Evangeline. Would it be okay if I spend the night with you?” I move his hands off of me and take a step back.

“Thank you for pulling the strings for getting me…this.” I spread my arms wide and turn my back to him. Staring deeply into the fire. Watching as the flames lick up the blackened fire place.

He can’t stay, he can’t spend the night because then I have to stay one more night.

I feel his arms wrap around me and my body tenses. “You’re welcome…” I feel his nose brush against the back of my neck and I hear him inhale. “Can I stay the night, Evangeline?” He asks again. “Wont you get in trouble for being away from the bunks?” I ask him. “I’ll have people looking out for me. Besides, my little rose needs some extra attention since I’ve been away.”

I hold the groan in because he’s going to ruin my plans. I turn in his arms and bring my arms up so my hands can rest on his broad shoulders. “I guess I can let you stay the night. To show my gratitude.” He holds my chin between his thumb and index finger and studies my face.

“You wouldn’t leave in the dead of night would you?” He asks as if he’s reading my thoughts. I don’t let any emotion show on my face. “No, of course not. I miss my family but I’m sure they think I’m dead. Wouldn’t they have came for me by now?” He nods at my question as if reassuring himself. “You know, from this angle…you have little golden flecks in your eyes.” He murmured.

I swallow hard because this is exhausting, trying to keep masking my eyes. So I close them and move my face close to his. I then bury my head in his chest and move my arms so that it looks like I’m hugging him.

“If you’re going to spend the night, then please let me prepare dinner for you. As a thank you.”

Maybe if he leaves, I can just slip away.

I think to myself as my eyes cool off. “Don’t worry about dinner, we can go to the hub tonight and get some food there. And don’t worry about anyone bothering you. I’ll be there.” Coriolanus says as he rests his chin on my head.

I let this go because if I let my emotions get the best of me…I’ll surely burn this place down to the ground.

Coriolanus-

She’s pulling away from me like a mouse trying to run from her capture. I know she wants to run but I won’t let that happen.

It was night time and I was ushering Evangeline into the hub. I felt all eyes on her as she entered. If she felt uncomfortable, she didn’t let it show. In fact she owned the attention.

A woman with that kind of confidence was surly a woman I would want to have by my side. She would be a wonderful addition to the Snow family.

I watch as she takes in her surroundings. “Coryo. Evangeline.” Bugs greets as him and Duke both walks to us. Duke was drinking something, probably white liquor, and glaring at Evangeline.

I step in front of her and make sure I make eye contact with him as I speak. “Hello gentlemen. I hope you don’t mind me brining Evangeline along. I figured I could show her around seeing that she’s not seen as a threat.” I make sure that I put the emphasis on the word threat when I speak and Duke just grunts.

“Fine by me, but make sure you keep your little monster on a leash tonight. Wouldn’t want any fires to start out of nowhere.” He spits past me.

I can feel an odd heat from Evangeline. When I look at her she kept her head held high. “I’ll be sure to be on my best behavior. Though I’m sure a mutt such as yourself should be the one on a leash.” She says with a straight face.

Bugs snickers at her comment and I can’t help but feel a smile crawl across my lips. My little rose is letting her thorns cut deep tonight. I like it.

Duke just walks away, looking red in the face. “I’ll go talk to him. We’re going to be sitting in the front row for the entertainment if you two are interested in being close by.” Bugs excuses himself then and runs after Duke. I turn to her and lean down to whisper.

“You know Duke is definitely going to find a way to get you back for that comment.” She shrugs. “I’d like to see him try.” For a split second I swear I see one of her eyes turn to a dark amber color. But she blinks and they’re both brown.

“Would you like anything to drink?” I offer. “I’ll have some white liquor no ice.” I nod and as I start to walk away I see two men looking at Evangeline. They were whispering and smirking.

I turn back to her then. “I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere.” Before she could comment I lean down and I kiss her temple, showing them that she’s mine.

As I stand by the bar to get our drinks I see Evangeline talking with Sinder. She was smiling at her and touching her swollen belly.

Why hasn’t she smiled like that with me? I’ve given her a taste of freedom, shouldn’t she be happy that she’s with me and not in that cell?

“Here you go Coryo.” The bartender says handing me two drinks. I accept them and as I make my way to her, I feel this burn in my chest.

I want her to hunger for me, I want her to ache for me just as I did when I was away from her.

All those nights that I was away from her made me feel unhinged. I know I am slowly going mad, but what’s a little madness if I can’t enjoy my little rose.

She had her hand on her neck as she spoke to Sinder, and that’s when I’m reminded of when I had my hand around her throat. To control her breathing, to have her attention on me. It was euphoric.

I feel my cock twitch as I see her lips slide across her bottom lip. And her eyes glance my way.

Get control over yourself Coriolanus. You’re not a boy who gets excited to see flesh.

I tell myself as I hand her the glass. “Thank you.” She tells me as our hands brush. Her touch was hot to the touch.

Hmm?

“Sinder, it’s so nice to see you. Though I don’t think the hub is a place for a woman in your condition.” I say as she avoids eye contact with me.

“Well you know me, I’m just here to support my husbands band. Oh there goes Annabelle. Evangeline I’ll be seeing you.” She rushes away from us and I wonder something.

“What were you and Sinder Cobble talking about?” I ask as I watch her take her drink in one gulp. She doesn’t even flinch. “Just having some girl chat and talking about her baby. Nothing too interesting.”

“It seemed quite interesting from where I was standing.” I challenge as I gulp my drink. She places her glass on a table and she turns to me, smiling devilishly.

“Coriolanus, darling you sound jealous of Sinder Cobble.”

“Only jealous that you don’t laugh with me like that.” I admit to her. She leans in close as well as I. “She may make me laugh but you’re the one who makes me make those sweet noises.” She whispers against my ear, causing my cock to twitch again.

I clench my jaw and I go to reach for her throat but she was pulled away from me. I feel instant anger when I see Bugs had pulled her away for a dance.

She looked surprised in the action but she throws her head back and laughs.

No, no, no. Don’t laugh like that with another man while you’re in front of me!

You’re mine Evangeline, don’t you understand that you’re my most precious possession?

I put my glass down angrily, ready to snatch her away from him but Davina Court slinks her arms around me. “Well hello there stranger.” She says looking up at me lovingly.

“Not now Davina.” I go to move her hands off of me but she grips me tighter and pouts. “Don’t be like that, baby. Why don’t you come around and see me at the shop anymore?”

“Because I have no reason to go there.” I tell her bluntly. Her grip on me loosens. “Did I do something wrong?” I ignore her question and move away from her.

But she doesn’t let up. She grabs a hold of my jacket. “Please, don’t do this. I thought what we had was special.” I ignore her and look back at Evangeline and I see she’s getting lost in the crowd of dancing bodies.

I turn back to Davina sharply making her flinch. “Let go or I will give you a reason you’ll never want to see me walking around this district.” I tell her coldly. She releases the hold of my jacket and I take off in the direction I had seen Evangeline last. When I get close, I see she’s gone and I feel my blood boiling.

Where are you little rose? You couldn’t have gotten away that easily.

I look around and my eyes land on Bugs. He was talking to Sejanus and Clifton. I had to keep my temper down, because if I didn’t I would’ve grabbed Bugs from his seat and bashed his skull into the dance floor.

“Bugs, do you know where Evangeline wandered off to?” I ask him as I take a few calm breathes. “Careful there, Coryo. If you keep hanging around that’s girl, people are going to think you’re her guard dog.” Clifton jokes.

I give him an icy glare which makes the laugh in his throat stop. “Uh, she said she needed some air. So she might be outsi-“ I turn on my heel not caring to let Bugs finish his sentence.

Evangeline oh my sweet little rose. I’m going to teach you that if you ever laugh like that with another man and leave my sight without my permission, there will be consequences that you’ll have to face….

“I guess I have to pluck a few pedals off of my flower…”

Evangeline-

Bugs is funny, and he’s warm hearted. The way he made me feel happy and included on the dance floor gave me a bit of happiness.

He also reminds me of Jonathan. Which makes me wonder what he’s doing. Maybe he’s bickering with Nana-Bee about his eye color change. Or maybe he’s out there…looking for me?

I look up at the red moon and I feel a tear fall. Snow is coming and I can feel it in the air. I need warmth, I need my family. I need my freedom. I sniffle back a tear as I hear the back door to the hub open.

I feel a presence behind me and when I turn I see Coriolanus. He was giving off a strange chill.

Be cautious, Evangeline.

My instincts tell me.

“Why are you out here?” He asks in a husky tone. “I just needed some fresh air. You know it’s a red moon tonight. Which means it’s the start of the winter solstice.” I tell him as I turn away from him. I assume he nods because I don’t hear a response.

He seems to creep closer to me, like a snake would do to its prey. “That’s nice to know. So what did Bugs and you talk about?” I keep the annoyance out of my tone. “He just told me a silly little joke. That’s all.” I say with a shrug.

“Seemed like he had told you something quite funny. So tell me, what was the joke?” The frost coming from him gave me the chills. “Why don’t you go ask him. I’m sure he can tell you the joke better than I can.” I hiss in response.

“No, I want to you to tell the best way you can, Evangeline.” He says as he moves in front of me. I avoid his narrowed eyes and I look past him. We are like that for only a pregnant pause.

He then moves so that I’m staring into his eyes. The darkness in his pupils would make any mere mortal back down. But I am not a mere mortal and I sure as hell wasn’t going to back down. I feel a flicker in my eyes and I hate that I have to look away because he will think he’s won.

“Fine, don’t tell me. In fact don’t even utter a fucking word.” He grabs a hold of my wrist and snatches me up. “Ouch! You’re hurting me! Coriolanus! You’re hurting m-” He grabs my throat quickly and pins me up against the wall of the hub.

“You…don’t speak.” He says through clenched teeth. “I think it is safe to say that I think you are a fascinating creature. I confess that when you aren’t in my presence I get a bit…possessive. But can you blame me? I want to keep you in my sight at all times just like a beautiful garden. You haunt my thoughts like a sickness and I don’t want a cure. I want your poison to set a fire in a veins and have me wither in agony. But I want you to feel the same. I want to be the only person you look for when you awaken. I want to be the only person you dream about when you fall asleep. I want my scent to make your pretty little pussy clench. I want you to need me like your lungs need air.”

He says that as he squeezes my throat a bit tighter. “Corio-” He interrupts me with a kiss. They way his lips pressed against mine made all the air leave my body. I know I should push this lunatic off of me but as his hand releases my throat, he pinned my wrists above my head.

I feel his erection against my belly button and I can’t help but let a moan escape my lips. He sucks my lip and I feel my knees shake. When he lets go he looks down at me and I want nothing more than to please him.

I go to open my mouth but he raises a brow, letting me know that if I speak, I will get something I don’t want. So I close my lips. “I want to give you so much but you made me upset tonight. But I’ll make sure you never want to leave my sight again. Or laugh with other men.”

With a quick move, Coriolanus keeps my hands pinned above my head with one hand while he takes the other and moves it under my skirt.

When he finds my wet covered clit, I let out a gasp. I lean against the wall so that my legs were supported and didn’t give out as he lets his skillful fingers roam my pussy.

He leans down and lets his tongue lick my throat. I feel his sharp teeth bite and pull at my skin. I feel the pain but also the pleasure as he gently thrusts his fingers in and out of me. When he finds my g-spot I let my head fall back and close my eyes.

I suddenly feel a sharp yank to my locs and I groan as I feel his fingers leave me. “Don’t close your eyes. I want to see the want and hunger in them.” He says with his teeth close to my ear. When he sees I’m obedient, he continues. I feel my pussy starting to clench and I let out a breathy moan.

“You want to come don’t you? You want to spill those juices down these pretty thighs?” He asks as he goes painstakingly slow. I mouth yes and I feel my orgasm about to come but he stops. “I don’t think so.” He slides out of me and I go to speak but he pins my entire body against the wall.

“You don’t deserve to. But I’ll be merciful this one time. If you feel as if you deserve to come then show me…with this devilish mouth of yours, Evangeline.” He smirks and I hear him loosening his pants.

He lets my hands go and on instinct I drop to my knees. As he pulls his cock out I see how slick the tip is in the moonlight. I lean forward to touch him but he leans back. “No hands. I just want you to earn that orgasm with your mouth, little rose.” He says to me.

I place my hands on my lap and I open my mouth. He looks down at me as if I’m ready to worship him and he slides his thumb in my mouth. I watch him shiver as I suck.

“You’ll earn that orgasm I’m sure of it.” He pops his thumb out of my mouth and he lets the head of his cock brush against my lips, as if to say open.

I open my mouth and I lick up the dribbles of pre. I watch as his eyes roll back slightly as I slide him past my lips. “Fuck…” He moans as he places his hands on the back of my head.

As the pleasure plays across his face, I squeeze my thighs together, feeling my clit rub against my soaked panties. “Such a good mouth you have little rose. I can’t wait to see how good your entire body feels.” Coriolanus groans as he guides my head further down.

I feel a choke coming but he doesn’t stop. “No, no, no. I know you can take it. Be my good little rose and take it down your throat.” He presses my head against the wall and I feel his pelvis meet my nose. When he slides out of my mouth I take in a deep breath and I cough.

“See that wasn’t so bad. I knew you could take it. Do you want to continue?” He asks as he stroke his thumb over my bottom lip. The hunger I see in his pale blue eyes made me groan. “Yes.” I say in a hoarse whisper. He smiles which doesn’t quite meet his eyes.

“That’s my girl.” He slides his cock back in my mouth and I feel my gag reflex tickle as he thrusts in and out of my lips. I know he said no hands but I press my palms against his bucking hips. Hearing him moan out in pleasure made me rock my hips faster.

God I wanted this man to make me come. I wanted him to come. I didn’t even care if we got caught. I just wanted both of our pleasure to be released.

Coriolanus moved my hands off of his hips and held them in the air as he began to fuck my face against the wall. My eyes started to roll back as I felt my orgasm building with his. “That’s it, take my cock down this pretty throat of yours. I want you to be drunk from my cock.” He moans as I feel his balls twitch against my chin.

He stills and keeps his pelvis press against my lips as I feel the ropes of come shoot down my throat. I swallow as much as I could but feel it mix with my drool as he slides his still hard cock out of my mouth.

“You are beautiful.” He says as he lifts me up off of my knees and kisses me. The way his tongue danced with mine, made me dizzy and lustful. I moved my tongue with his as I feel him lift my leg onto his hip.

“I can’t wait to be inside of you. I want to fuck you so deep, that I’ll leave an imprint.” He says as he lifts my skirt and pulls my panties to the side. “Please, please, please.” I beg him as I lift my hips and move in his direction. I feel the tip about to slide inside but a loud-

BOOM!

-Interrupts us. We hear people screaming and running out of the hub. Coriolanus quickly fixes himself as well as myself and he takes a hold of my hand.

As we run, he spots Clifton. “What’s going on?” Coriolanus asks. “Someone set off a bomb! I think it’s rebels! We need to get out of here!” Clifton yells. I notice blood coming out of his ear as he takes off. “Evangeline, go home and lock your doors. I’ll come by later.”

“But what about you?” I yell, trying to be heard over the screaming. “I’ll be okay! Just go!” He pushes me ahead and I run with the crowd. I glance back at the hub and see it was set ablaze. The fire looked chaotic and beautiful, with the colors and dancing flames.

When I look forward I had ran into something heavy and thick. “Wheresyouthinkyouregoing?” I smell rancid breathe and I almost gag.

Duke was in front of me and I see he’s swaying a bit.

As I try to back up, I get grabbed and yanked hard by the hair. “Let me go! LET ME G-” I feel a hard hit to my stomach and I throw up anything I had consumed.

“I bet you started this. But you know what, this is perfect.” He drags me off and as I try to fight him off, he tightens his hold on me.

“I saw what you did to Coriolanus. I bet you’d open your legs to anyone.” He spat at me. “I wouldn’t fuck a disgusting pig like you!”

He throws me to the ground away from the crowd and as I go to get up he sends a heavy boot to my face, which causes blood to pool in my mouth.

“See I told Coriolanus to keep a leash on you. But you know little monster like you just seem to always get loose. I should shoot him in the head for fucking a disgusting creature. And who are you calling a pig? When you’re the filthy little slut sucking off Peace Keepers. But you know what? Since I can’t have my ticket to heaven, then I’m going to get something else out of you.”

I kick hard into his crotch as he kneels near me. He falls over in pain. “Oof!”

I scramble up to run but I feel him grab my ankle and he yanks. He manages to get on top of me and pins me down. “I’m going to fuck you and then I’m going to beat you until not even the dogs will want to play with you.” He says as he uses all of his weight on me.

No, I won’t let this happen. I refuse for this to happen.

I feel him pin my legs apart and he rips my skirt down, exposing myself to him. I hear him go for his pants and I look around. I find a decent sized rock but it was just out of my reach from where I can see.

I use my quick thinking and I gather the blood in my mouth and spit directly in his eyes. When it makes contact, his flesh begins to cook. He screams bloody murder and I scramble away from him.

I grab the rock as he gets a hold of my blouse and I crack him across the face causing him to let me go.

I see a cut on his forehead which fuels the fire in me. “Shame I can’t drag this out.” I mutter as I raise the rock and hit him again. This time he falls down and I crawl on top of him.

He screams as he waves his hands wildly. I pin his arms down with my knees and I hold his mouth open.

“See you in hell.” I say as I spit more blood and drool into his mouth. The second it hits his tongue a fire ignites. His face gets licked up in flames and he screams wildly. But instead of allowing him to draw attention. I raise the rock up high and I send it down, cracking his face in.

Crack!

I see his left eye pop loose.

Crack!

His front teeth goes flying.

Crack!

His forehead caves in.

CRACK!

His body goes still.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Once I know he will no longer be a threat to me, I drop the rock and I get up. Duke’s head was now a splattered mess on the ground as well as a small inferno.

I stand back and watch as my fire slowly consumes his body. A smile spreads across my face as I watch his body char. His flesh cooks and I hope something comes to eat the rest of him. That is, if there’s anything left when my flame dies down.

“This is an interesting discovery.” I stiffen hearing a familiar voice behind me.

As I command my body to move, I turn around to see Coriolanus staring at me with no expression on his face.

Did he see what Duke was going to do to me? Or did he only see that I had set Duke’s body on fire?

I then remember my eyes and I shut them, trying to calm the fire inside of me. “What discovery Coriolanus?” I ask, keeping my eyes closed.

I feel him in front of me and when I dare to open my eyes he was just staring at me, with his hand reaching out to touch my hair. He captured my white loc in his fingers and twirls it with interest in his eyes.

“That my little rose has more than just thorns…”

Next

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how to tame a brat. (incel coriolanus x reader)

summary: where coriolanus snow plan to tame you backfired terribly, but at least those sweatpants served to get him fucked.

based on this!!

c.w: incel submissive!coryo, dom (implied) fem!reader, masturbating (male recieving), degrading (misogynistic phrases and coryo being a little bitch <3), incel boyfriend, misoginy, p in v

your sweet and pretty boyfriend, coriolanus snow, was the biggest misogynistic bitch you knew. which was a shame, he's so pretty it's embarassing to hear the ugly things he has to say about you.

then, scrolling through his phone, he saw a trend- well, not exactly a trend, but more like... a video of a blonde girl, saying how weak she felt when she saw her boyfriend wearing grey sweatpants and etc. and then there was another video of a movie, a woman writing 'whore' on the mirror with her lipstick while the legend said something like 'me when i notice myself looking down his pants when he's wearing grey sweatpants', and of course, all the sluts on the comment section agreed, saying that all of them agreed with the video, calling themselves whores and etc. and what is best than to go and tame the beast you were following the videos description?

so now, wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and a black compression shirt, he entered your room, only to be find by your giggling smile as you laid eyes on his pants.

"what's the occasion for you to be wearing such revealing clothes?" you asked, giggling as you called him over to bed.

"decided to try something different"

"because..?"

"because i'm trying to see if i can tame a bitch with a dick" he said, looking down on you as he standed next to your bed.

you arched your brow, your smile getting wider as you giggled to him, your laugh getting louder until the moment he got on top of you.

"what's that for, coryo? the only bitch i know here is you, baby" you said, hands travelling to his stomach and fingers travelling up and down his defined waist. "you're always so eager, aren't you, baby?"

your voice echoed through his senses as he grinded on you, your legs wrapping around his waist because of his hands as you talked to him as one talk to a dog, baby voice and everything.

"have i been a bad girlfriend?" you pouted, making fun of his face while your hand runned through his hair like he was a pet and he growled at you.

"stop being a slut and just take it like all those other bitches do"

"what other bitches? you were a virgin before me, baby" you kissed his lips, changing positions.

and that was when it hit him. he couldn't tame you. you were always the one taming him. and you were right, the only bitch in this relationship was you, pretty, sweet and beautiful you. with your plump pretty lips degrading him, your sweet scent filling his senses and your degrading words going straight to his dick.

as your hand pumped his cock, he tried his best to hold in his moans, eyes welling up, all teared up as his blushing cheeks seemed to heat up from shame, your pretty pussy grinding on his cock while you're at it.

"tell me, coryo" you begin, and he looked at you, clear crystal eyes tearing up as he thrusted his hips upwards, wanting to fuck you already "how long are you going to pretend that you're not a bitch?"

"i'm not a bitch, stop it!" he said, groaning as his hand gripped on your waist.

"oh but you are, baby. you're always in heat for me, that's why you're always calling me a bitch." you said, sweet lips kissing his temple. "you can't stand the fact that your dick is always up for me, so you decide to treat me like a slut when in reality you're the one who's my slut."

"no, that's-" he cried out from pleasure at the second you teased his tip, passing it through your slick while his body squirmed, his hips thrusting upwards again. "please, y/n, just let me cum inside you"

he begged, breathless as his tears rolled down. you kissed all of them, at least, all you could kiss.

"so you're admiting you're a whore?" you teased

"no, i just- please, please, let me just enter you" he begged, lips trembling as they brushed against your boobs.

"ownt, who would know coriolanus snow would be so eager to be fucked?" you teased, finally pushing him in as you held back a moan. no matter how many times you had sex, his cock was always so big and heavy for you, throbbing and twitching inside you as you kissed his tears. "c'mon, baby, admit it."

"o-okay. okay, just please- please let me cum." he begged, pulling himself deeper inside of you, and then you were bouncing and he was grabbing your boobs, and he hated being under you, he felt like a... like a bitch.

"use your words, baby. you can do better than that." god, you were terrible. you were such a meanie to him that he couldn't stop crying on your neck, kissing, biting and sucking on your skin as you bounced more and more. "uh-uh, baby, you gotta use your words, not your teeth"

your thumb entered past his lips, making him suck on it as he cried and moaned on your thumb.

"c'mon, coryo, my beautiful snowflake," you started, riding him with love and lust. "tell me, who's the bitch in this room?"

"ngh, it's me. it's m-me" he said, all dumb and pretty to you.

"mhm, good boy. keep going. who's the slut here?"

"it's me. it's me. i'm sorry, babe. it's me" he said, moaning like a bitch as your walls gripped him, his hands grabbing your hips and keeping you still while he fucked himself into your cunt.

"good boy, good boy! god, you're so pretty when you're not throwing a tantrum baby." you said, looking at him and moaning on his lips, scratching his back. "you're the best, baby. the best bitch i've ever had."

and those words were enough for him to cum inside you, rope after rope as you came around his cock too, kissing his lips and forehead while your thumbs caressed his cheeks.

"you happy now?" you asked, his dick still buried deep inside you.

"mhm." he nodded, breathlessly.

then, after all of that and a good warm bath (that ended up with another round, this time with his mouth eating you out) you put him to change the sheets – something he claimed to be a woman chore, but was too fucked out to remember – to new ones, and then you cuddled with him while caressing his hair, his head resting on your arm.