#sejanus plinth Drabble

[bruisedboys]

swan lake — sejanus plinth

sejanus harbours an aching crush for you, a head-in-the-clouds, daydreamer, covey girl from district 12. he’s determined to show you how he feels before you get swept up by some other guy, though it’s difficult when your head is seemingly stuck in the clouds. requested here

note: um hiii my hunger games obsession (and therefore sejanus obsession) is back after finishing sotr… this fic is for me and the 3 other sejanus fans on here (the rest of you come out of hiding please)

peacekeeper!sejanus x covey!reader, 1.5k words

Sejanus has been about as obvious as a guy can be about his feelings for you, and still, you’re yet to catch on. It’s not that you’re dumb. If anything, you’re a lot smarter than him. You write music like nothing else he’s ever heard, like sunlight spun into lyrics, and half of the words you use in them he doesn’t even understand.

As smart as you are, you’ve constantly got your head in the clouds. You’re not a ditz, but you’re always daydreaming about something or other, and you don’t tend to come down from the clouds often. Because of this, you’ve been completely oblivious to his advances.

You don’t seem to notice that he’s flirting when he does, and though you’ve accepted his flowers and pretty hair ribbons with a bashful smile, he’s seen you give the same smile to guys at the Hob after one of your performances with the Covey band.

Despite himself, Sejanus has continued to try. Today he’s managed to get the morning off from his Peacekeeper duties, and he’s not going to waste it. He’s already been to the markets to spend most of his money for the week on something for you. He knows the path to your meadow like the back of his hand. It’s not far from your place, your Covey don’t like you to stray too far.

You’re exactly where he’s expecting you to be when he gets there. Right at the edge of the pond, knee deep in the tall grass, squatting to feed the ducks. They’ve just had ducklings about a week ago, and you’re enamoured by them.

“Don’t be frightened, little ducks,” you’re saying in your lovely soft voice, as Sejanus approaches from behind. He tries to be quiet, so as not to startle you or your gaggle of ducks. There’s two adult ones, and four tiny fluffy ones, all crowded around your hand, which is filled with what looks like bits of stale cracker.

As Sejanus gets closer, he accidentally steps on a branch and it snaps, breaking the silence. One of the adult ducks spots him, gives a loud quack, and they all take off across the pond, the little ones in single file following their parents.

Whoops, Sejanus thinks.

“Hello, Sejanus,” you say knowingly, without turning round. Sejanus has no idea how you know it’s him, but he can’t say he’s surprised.

He watches as you pocket the remains of your crackers and dust your hands off on your flowy skirt, then turn around to face him.

“You scared my ducks,” you say, giving him an indignant look.

He’s well aware. “Sorry. I don’t think they like me.”

You shrug, then lift your skirt, the bottom hem stained with mud, and start wading through the grass towards him. “They would if you sang to them,” you say, like it’s obvious.

Sejanus highly doubts that. “Do you think so?” He asks, indulging you.

“Worked for me,” you say simply, coming to a stop right in front of him. You’re rather close — you tend to do that. He knows you’d give him his space if he cared, but he doesn’t.

“That’s ‘cos you sound like an angel, sweetheart,” he tells you. He’s not sugar-coating it. You really do.

You beam. “Well thanks, handsome,” you say, swaying happily on the spot, your skirts swishing. “What you got there?”

You point to his pocket, where he’s got his hand shoved, keeping your gift out of view.

“It’s a surprise,” he says, dipping his head down towards yours like you’re sharing a secret.

You hum, and lift your chin a bit, like you’re meeting him in the middle. You seem to do it without noticing.

“For me?” You ask hopefully.

Who else? Sejanus thinks. “Maybe,” he says conspiratorially. “You wanna see it?”

You nod eagerly.

“Alright,” he says. “Close your eyes, pretty.”

You do as you’re told, letting your eyes slip shut. Sejanus takes a moment to admire you, your hair tied back from your face with a cream coloured ribbon, your dewy skin, and the way the sun dips you in gold. You’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen.

“Put your hands out,” he says. You obey.

Sejanus pulls his hand out of his pocket and places a small box wrapped in brown paper and tied with twine in your cupped hands. Your shoulders go up excitedly.

“Okay, you can open ‘em,” he says.

Your eyes fly open and land on the box. “It is really for me?” You ask, practically buzzing, and lift your eyes to meet his.

There’s a look in your eyes that Sejanus doesn’t quite understand, but it makes him nervous anyway. It’s quite often that you make him nervous seemingly without even trying.

He rubs the back of his neck. “Well, yeah,” he says. “‘Course it is. Open it, yeah?”

“Okay,” you say.

Sejanus watches as you open his gift with so much care you’d think he’d spent millions on it. You untie the twine, and that goes into your pocket, along with the brown paper wrapping. Sejanus holds his breath as you lift the lid of the box to reveal a silver heart pendant, engraved with a swan. Your favourite bird.

You go dead silent for a long moment. Sejanus wonders if you hate it.

“Sejanus���” you whisper. You pull the pendant from the box and brush your thumb over the engraved swan, as gentle as if it were a real one. For once, you seem lost for words.

“They didn’t have any chain,” Sejanus explains quickly. “But I thought you could tie it with one of your ribbons. Do you … like it?”

You lift your head, blinking rather rapidly. Sejanus realises with horror that your eyes are shining with tears.

“It’s beautiful,” you say. “I love it.”

Your bottom lip wobbles. Sejanus panics and grabs you.

“Don’t cry,” he says frantically. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you into him. The box digs into his ribs and you’ve made a fist around the pendant, your knuckles pressing into his chest.

“Sorry,” you gasp.

Sejanus frowns. He’s happy you like the gift but hates to see you cry. After a moment you come out, pulling your face away from his chest, freeing one hand to scrub at your damp cheeks. You haven’t cried much, only a few tears. You blink up at him, a bit like a doe.

“Sorry,” you say again. “I don’t mean to, but I always cry when I see something beautiful.”

You open up your palm and gaze at the pendant again, as if checking it’s real. Sejanus waits for you to say something else but you don’t.

“So you like it?” He asks tentatively.

You laugh, and it sounds as pretty and as light as birdsong. “Yes. I love it, it’s perfect.”

You squeeze your fist back around the pendant and hold it to your heart. Then you lift your eyes to Sejanus’, giving him this look that makes his heart race.

“Thank you, Sejanus,” you say softly, reverently almost, like he’s one of your wild ducks.

Sejanus feels flowers blooming in his chest as if you’ve put them there and nurtured them. He’s about to wrap you up in his arms again when you say,

“Do you think I could give you something, too?” In this lilting, hopeful tone.

Sejanus blinks. “Yeah, sure, honey.” He can’t imagine what, but you tend to carry a lot of miscellaneous things you’ve foraged in your pockets. A pretty rock, maybe?

“Okay.” You sound almost shy, which is completely new, and trips Sejanus up a bit. He wonders what on earth it is that you’re about to give him. “Close your eyes, then.”

Sejanus does as he’s told. He hears you rustling around in your pocket for a second, before he feels you step closer, the toes of your boots touching his. He smells all your smells, that sweet flowery scent you seem to live in a cloud of, plus the warm vanilla in your hair. Then come your hands, both palms flat on his chest.

“Stay still,” you whisper, and Sejanus startles at how close you sound, your breath actually brushing his lips.

He realises what you’re about to do a second before you do it. Your hands press to his chest for stability and then your mouth lands on his, soft and gentle, but earnest all the same. You kiss him gently, shyly, but with so much warmth it tingles, and you taste like sugar. Sejanus grabs you, hands hot on your waist, and kisses you back.

He forces himself to exercise a bit of restraint so as not to scare you off after the first kiss. When you pull away, you’re flushed, and you won’t look him in the eye, though he thanks you and gives you another kiss on your warm cheek.

You press your palm to the spot he’s kissed, looking as flustered as he’s ever seen you. He’s been a fool, Sejanus realises. You weren’t as oblivious as he thought you were, after all.

[spideyhexx]

i just know sejanus will do anything to just play with your clit all day long. like he just loves making you come with just his fingers under your skirt

i am feeling things

mdni

we've talked about it before I think, but Sejanus is just such a giver. And it would be a slight surprise to see how cocky he becomes once he knows how much you crave his touch. So here are just two scenarios about Sej playing with you.

Some days, Sej cannot take his hands off of you. He feels so lucky you’re all his and he loves you too deeply to just go moments without feeling you. You wouldn't complain, it felt so good. His hands are so warm, that no part of you begins to even think you should question it. Until his hand moves a bit higher, from your knee to your thigh under your skirt and now you know what he's trying to do. He’s quite the risk taker sometimes. Maybe you're even in a class with him, all the way in the back, his hand's placement concealed by the desk, but that doesn't wash away the worry from your face as you spare a glance at Sej.

His brown puppy dog eyes just look at you with the most innocent smile ever as his hand slips into your underwear. He'd play with your clit and only that, not even daring his fingers to go lower. Sej presses his thumb against it, swirling very small, very light circles, knowing it's not enough but that it would still feel good. Sometimes his pointer and middle finger would take over to play with your clit between them.

It would weirdly feel like he’s doing it for himself out of comfort but you know he likes pleasuring you, adding more pressure to take you by surprise and he feels his cock twitch in your pants at the way your thighs try to squeeze shut. Sejanus wouldn't mind that though. He'd keep his hand right where it is until you relax and open your legs again.

Risking something, he'd lean forward to kiss your ear, his eyes showing that he wanted to kiss your lips but he resists, whispering, "Do you like this or something?"

And he'd toy with your clit the rest of the class until it's only a few minutes till it's over, his thumb pressing harder, his motions quicker until you're coming. When you're able to keep your noises at bay and your face as straight as possible, he'd kiss your cheek, mumbling, "proud of you." You’d try to figure out how to get him back for that.

Another scenario would be cuddling with him, Sejanus spooning you and his hand cupping your cunt. He says it's for warmth, but he likes the way you squirm back against his dick. He'd crack jokes as he leaves little kisses on your neck, his hand moving to your tummy to rub it for a few moments before he returns his fingers to your lower half, settling only on playing with your cilt.

He'd sense you roll your eyes at the motions his fingers make and you'd feel him shush you as he kisses your neck again, "patience."

You give him a whine in return and Sej says, "I know, I know," as his thumb rubs lazy circles on your clit, watching the way your hips start to press back against him. He wouldn't take his cock out until you've come from his touch alone though, then he's taking himself out and holding your leg up just enough to slip himself between your thighs. Sej wouldn't be able to resist teasing you though, watching the way you beg for him as he only rubs his tip against your sensitive clit, "don't know baby, you sure you can take my dick right now?" And he knows you can, but Sejanus likes to savor every moment with you.

The teasing would continue until you can't take it and you reach your hand down, pushing his cock down only slightly and the head pushes into you. "o-ohh, god...f-ffuck," is what you hear from your lover.

let's chat about sej, here :)

[st0nesnglitter]

sejanus aftercare NEOWWWW pls <3

No because he’d be so sweet 😭

First of all, if he said even a slightly degrading word or slapped you in any way he’d make sure you knew it was part of the act. He’ll rub soothing circles over your butt or whisper softly how you’re not a slut or dirty in any way.

Second of all, he’d be the master of comfort meals. Modern!au he’d definitely take you to your favorite drive-thru and get you whatever you wanted, he’d put the whole Plinth fortune on your order if that was necessary.

Side-note but Sejanus definitely makes the best sandwiches. And the best grilled cheeses. So the two of you’ll sneak down to the kitchen, your legs very shaky, to make a load of food to then sneak back up to his room.

Basically: Sejanus would make sure you’re well-fed, well loved and happy <333

[5sospenguinqueen]

(Y/N sees a Peacekeeper conversing with suspected rebels)

Y/N: What an idiot.

(Y/N realises it’s Sejanus)

Y/N: Wait, that's my idiot.

[sukunasbow]

academy coriolanus and sejanus using their fingers on you at the same time ; mdni

you’re sitting on your bed, leaning against sejanus, your back pressed up to his chest. his friend, coriolanus, is sitting next to you. they both reach one of their arms around you and down your stomach, making their way into your panties. sejanus works on rubbing at your clit, the pads of his fingers slowly making circular motions. as you get more wet with every movement, coriolanus pushes two fingers into your tight cunt with ease, curling his fingers inside of you.

a soft moan escapes your lips and you turn your head to the side, sejanus shifting his body so he can pull you in for a kiss. your tongues swirl around together and the kiss is interrupted occasionally when you let out moans, the two of them continuing to work on getting you off with just their fingers. “you’re so pretty.” sejanus pulls away from you, admiring the sight of you as your eyes roll back, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip. “isn’t she pretty, coryo?” he uses his free hand to gently grab your jaw and move your head so you can look at the blonde boy on the other side of you.

“so fucking beautiful.” he smirks, pumping his fingers in and out of your cunt at a faster pace. “you like that, hm?” coriolanus whispers. you’re unable to answer with both of them abusing your cunt, simply letting out a small whine, your eyebrows knitting together in pleasure.

“answer him if you want me to continue, baby.” sejanus mocks you, slowing down his fingers on your clit, waiting for a proper response from you.

your nod your head. “please, i like it.”

“good girl. i know.” coriolanus coos.

you move your hips back and forth, gaining more friction as the two of them relentlessly tease your cunt. “faster, sej. i did what you asked, i answered.” you’re barely able to speak, your voice shaky as your chest is quick to rise and fall.

“say please, doll.” sejanus shakes his head.

“please.”

he listens to your begging and continues to rub your clit even faster, switching between circular and figure eight motions on the swollen nub. coriolanus does the same and quickens the pace of his fingers, mercilessly hitting that spongy spot in your pussy. your eyes shut and you can feel your cunt slowly starting to clench around the blonde’s fingers, the sounds of your slick being pumped in and out of you getting louder every second.

moments later and your cunt is completely clenching around the fingers of coriolanus, your clit getting overly sensitive as you orgasm, cumming all over their fingers and soaking your panties.

coriolanus takes his fingers out you, bringing his hand out of your panties and towards your mouth, “open wide.” you do as he says, watching him with half shut eyes as he sticks two fingers into your mouth. “suck them.” he demands and, once again, you listen to the blonde, bobbing your mouth up and down his fingers, tasting yourself on them.

“you did so good.” sejanus opts to be kinder, kissing your cheek as the other boy takes his fingers out of your mouth and you swallow your juices. “let me clean you up.”

[x-gabrielle-x]

Tides Of Survival | 3

Pairings: Finnick Odair x Reader.

Warnings: Blood, gore, violence, murder, swearing, major and minor injuries, death, (eventual) smut, mentions of prostitution.

Summary: The white swan of the Capitol; gracious, elegant, and innocent. You catch many of the Capitol's attention in your games, whether that was due to your agility, cleverness, or looks in all, even managing to capture the gaze of your young mentor and old friend, Finnick Odair.

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"The female tribute for the sixty-fifth Hunger Games... Gwenn Livestone!"

You felt a wave of relief wash over you as soon as the name was spoken. It wasn't you; you were safe for another year. A pang of sympathy struck when you saw a younger girl crumble to the floor in sobs. Blonde and small, she couldn't have been any older than twelve. Her body shook violently in trembles, and her desperate cries filled the hall in echoes. Nobody spoke, only watched as the girl at her side, possibly a friend or classmate, attempted to get her back onto her shaky feet.

Two Peacekeepers strode over within seconds, grasping the young girl from under her arms and practically dragging her up the stairs of the stage. Her wails grew louder, and her face was streaked with hot tears. You watched as the two Peacekeepers roughly threw her to the floor in a heap, her crying out at the impact against her knees.

You noticed Electra Vantell, the escort for this year's tributes, visibly cringe at the noise. There was no sadness you could detect on her painted face, only the wide grin that practically split her face in half. She went to awkwardly cover her ears, waving her hand dismissively at the girl, Gwenn.

"Oh, hush now. You don't need to make your cries any louder," she spoke, and you watched as Gwenn tried desperately to hold in her tears.

Electra dressed head to toe in a twinkling blue as if to match with the sea. Her hair was styled as if to mimic the District Four waves, and you could faintly see the small details of what looked to be fish on her dress. You wondered how it could ever be comfortable to wear, your skin feeling itchy just by looking at it.

Clearing her throat into the microphone, voice chirpy as ever, she spoke.

"And for the boys..."

As if it were instinct, you turned your head to the left in search of a pair of green eyes and a mop of blonde hair. Through the crowd of boys, you managed to spot Finnick hidden within them a few rows back, however he wasn't looking at you. His gaze was set forward, stoic and hard, his shoulders tense with nerves. Usually, you could read Finnick easily, but now as you looked at him, you wondered what was going through his head. His jaw was clenched and hair dishevelled, and you found yourself unable to look away. Even as your stomach was churning at the small possibility, Finnick seemed to be holding his emotions much better than you.

Electra's voice broke your thoughts, and you watched with your heart hammering as she reached into the round fishbowl, digging her hand in and swirling the slips of paper around as if taunting. Finally grasping a small slip between her thin fingers, she eagerly unfolded it before reading over the name.

"Finnick Odair!"

The bile rose into your throat, heart plummeting like it had been ripped from you.

Finnick Odair was now a tribute.

You hoped, prayed, that it was nothing more than a horrible nightmare. A nightmare that you'd be able to laugh about with him when you woke up, but reality set in when you turned back to where you originally saw Finnick. He stepped out of the crowd and began walking his way toward the stage, no falter or hesitation in his steps.

This was very, very real.

He sauntered past, all eyes trained on him and even some small gasps emitting from the crowd. Finnick was a well-loved boy within the district. You could barely hold yourself up right when for only a brief moment, his gaze flickered to yours. Still, you couldn't place his expression, and it bothered you beyond belief. He shouldn’t ever have to be hiding his emotions from you.

You even felt the stares of many others on you - all filled with pity. It was no secret that the two of you were close. His gaze averted away from you quickly as he stepped up the short steps and stood tall beside a trembling Gwenn.

Despite the pain in your chest, despite the loss you felt, despite your fear, you didn’t feel any tears. You couldn't, wouldn’t cry now. You could only keep your eyes locked on him, looking over him and all his features as though it may just be the last time.

Perhaps it was.

You didn't listen to any more of Electra's ridiculous comments. You didn't even notice the hall slowly begin to empty out. It wasn't until you watched Finnick and Gwenn being escorted into a smaller room behind them that you were already moving on your feet, practically stumbling due to your knees nearly giving out.

You ran to the Peacekeepers stood in front of the door they'd just entered, the wood and paint chipped away with age. Your heart was pounding with fear, the thought that they'd leave without getting a goodbye was terrifying.

The Peacekeepers only stood in silence as you swallowed thickly, fingers itching to pull at your dress uncomfortably with every passing second.

"I need to see Finnick Odair. Please." Your voice cracked at the end, and this time you could feel the hot tears gathering at your waterline, threatening to spill. With only a curt nod, the first Peacekeeper swung open the door.

"Three minutes," he said behind the mask, but you were already running in before he could finish. You heard the door click quietly behind you, and looking over to your right in the small room, there he sat.

Finnick was already facing you, and instead of the stoic expression he held only minutes before, his face was streaked with tears. He was sat on a poorly made wooden chair, knuckles white as he clenched them into fists.

"Finn." Your voice broke, and your tears began to fall freely.

Upon hearing your voice, his head snapped up just in time to see you throwing yourself into his arms, sobbing. He held you tighter than ever, your tears soaking into the fabric of his sea-blue shirt. You felt his body shake in your hold as you grasped at him tighter, feeling his warmth and inhaling his scent.

"Please, Finn." Your voice was muffled with sobs, and you weren't even sure he could fully understand what you were saying. Not with him sniffling into your shoulder, holding back his own cries. "Please come back home.”

You pulled away only slightly to get a good look at his face. Despite his eyes being slightly red from crying, they were still their vibrant green.

He bit his lip, hard, looking at you as his gaze flickered over your face as if trying to remember every curve, every freckle, every dimple. He lightly shook his head, mind searching for words.

"I will," he assured. You could hear the unease in his tone despite him trying to appear confident. "I will," he repeated as if trying to make himself believe it. He even attempted to flash a small smile, though it barely masked his fear.

"You will," you confirmed with a wobbling lip. You glanced down at your hand, taking a step away from him and pulling off the small bracelet from your wrist. Finnick watched with furrowed brows as you took his hand into your own, placing the bracelet onto his wrist.

He examined it carefully. Seashells of varying colors and a small worn string. He knew this bracelet well.

He shook his head. "I can't take this, Y/N."

He tried to take it off, but you quickly stopped him.

"I want you to have it as your token." You attempted a weak smile. "It was important to my Ma; I want you to have it."

He stared down at it, glancing back up at you and pulling you into one last crushing hug. You accepted just as fast, your grip tighter when you heard the door swing open again behind you.

"Times up."

Before you were pulled away from him, he whispered one last thing into your ear.

“I’ll win, I promise.”

You felt your grip slip when the Peacekeeper took you by the arm, and the last you saw of Finnick was his piercing eyes locked on your own.

You didn't know whether you were relieved that Finnick quickly became a Capitol favorite or unsettled by the fact he was adored so much.

The first few days after Finnick had arrived in the Capitol, it was no secret that he quickly became a favorite. His charm, confidence, cunningness and striking looks had them obsessed. He showed none of the fear he held when you last saw him. He refused to let them see. Instead, as his carriage strode through the streets, he held his bright, dashing smile that caused for loud cheers and praise. His hand was up in the air as he waved into the crowd, though you knew Finnick all too well. You could see the hesitation in each wave through the small television in your home, the unease in his eyes behind every smile, the way his fingers gripped at the edge of the carriage like a source of stability.

They loved him, but for all the wrong reasons.

He was layered in beautiful fabrics, a combination of bright blues and greens as if to mimic seaweed and the shimmering ocean. A knotted rope dangled from around his neck like a necklace and his torso was left bare. Jewels and pearls were weaved delicately into the fabric at his waist that glimmered within the bright lights. Beside him, Gwenn was dressed mostly similarly, though her hair was curled into loose waves and adorned in seashells. The clothes she was dressed in did little to cover her body, and you couldn't imagine how she must've felt with all the prying eyes. She looked so tiny and out of place compared to Finnick who stood beside her looking tall and proud, shrinking into herself and hands desperately trying to cover anything they could.

Throughout the rest of the week, Finnick and the rest of the tributes hadn't been shown much. You figured it was because they'd be training within the Capitol, preparing for what the games were to bring. It made you physically ill, and every few hours you were running to the bathroom to empty the contents within your stomach at the thought. Your poor father had tried everything in his best efforts even whilst at work. He couldn't afford to take any days off, so he'd ask friends from your school to come and check in on you every so often. Later in the evening when he was home, he'd sit beside you and offer any bits of food he could get you to eat.

“You need to eat, baby,” he pressed his lips to your forehead as he held up a fork to put into your hand. You took it, but only poked and prodded at the food set on the plate before you.

“Finnick is strong and smart,” he said, hand brushing through your hair. “He’ll be fine.”

Even during the night, your father would slowly peek through the crack in your door only to find you curled up into a ball and crying into the sheets on your bed. All he could do was sit beside you and hold you close, murmuring apologies into your ear which only made you feel worse. Why was he apologising for things that were beyond his control? He shouldn’t have to apologise; it wasn’t him bringing you, or Finnick, this pain.

The day the interviews were being broadcast you were already at the edge of your seat. It had been a while since you'd seen Finnick’s face, heard his voice. The moment Caesar announced for the District Four male tribute to enter the stage, you nearly jumped off your seat when Finnick walked into view. Clad in fishing nets and seaweed-like fabrics, he strode in as if he'd owned the stage. Again, his expression held no signs of fear or anger, only the act that he'd seemed to have perfected for the audience over the weeks. Caesar's booming laughter filled the room at every one of Finnick's jokes and comments to the crowd. The Capitol's Sweetheart, Caesar had named him.

"Finnick," Caeser cackled, wiping away a fake tear. "Your District must love you! You do plan to win these games, don't you?"

Finnick, charming as ever, flashed a grin into the crowd. "Of course. I'd be leaving too many good things behind if I didn't. Plus, I made a promise.”

When the morning of the games arrived, you found that you didn't sleep at all throughout the night. Plagued with nightmares and what you hoped would never happen. You were a wreck. Your head was throbbing from days without proper food and water, and you were exhausted. The moment the games had begun to be live-streamed, you refused to move from your seat, gaze glued to the screen. A part of you wanted to watch, to ensure that Finnick was ok and well protected, though the other part of you wanted nothing more than to look away from the bloodshed and gore. You had to keep a bucket at your side, face pale and flushed.

The fear within you was haunting. You weren't sure how you'd cope if somebody were to drive a giant blade through Finnick's abdomen or watch as he struggled to survive without food.

The moment the gong had gone off; you watched as he launched himself off his plate and dashed toward the cornucopia. Within seconds there was death and bloodshed. You'd realized early on that Finnick had managed to join an alliance, retrieving a spear from within a crate and fending off anybody who came at him. Your heart was pounding so hard you swore it was about to burst out of your chest. Finnick was fighting off a girl, the one from District Six, you'd realized, and you swallowed thickly as his spear drove into her chest. Her body fell limp to the floor in blood, and you noticed the way he hovered over her, eyes trained on the crimson that spilled from her and pooled at his feet. Finnick was good at hiding his emotions, but you knew him better. You wanted more than anything to assure him, to help him forget his fears and worries, the regret in his gaze was almost haunting. Without a word, he drew the spear out from her corpse and made his way over to his formed alliance.

The arena was surrounded by water, small islands and tall trees. You began to have more hope that perhaps he really could win, even more so when he began to receive sponsor gifts; medicines, food, and a golden trident that was beautifully crafted and detailed. Finnick, though littered with cuts and small injuries, was easily making it through the days in the arena.

On multiple occasions, you’d been terrified that he wasn’t going to make it. Betrayed alliances, wounds beyond what his medicine could heal. You were relieved every time he managed to overcome what the gamemakers threw at him. Even now, as he stood over the corpse of the boy from District Two with his trident, the announcement confirmed what you'd been waiting desperately to hear.

Finnick Odair, winner of the sixty-fifth hunger games.

He was battered and covered in blood, no doubt exhausted and pained from all the injuries he'd gathered, but you couldn't have been happier. He was going to come home. You felt a pang of regret and selfishness. You wondered what Finnick would have said if he knew you were so relieved... ashamed? Disgusted? You weren’t sure.

After days of waiting, Finnick had finished his last interview with Caesar and stepped off the train into District Four. The moment he stepped off, he didn’t even get a chance to glance up before you were almost knocking him over, crushing him into a hug.

He was here. He was real. He was alive!

You swore you'd never been so happy to see anybody more than this. But as you glanced at him, your smile faded. His gaze shifted into an expression that, for once, you didn't know. His eyes were saddened and his face worn with tiredness. His arms didn't wrap around you like yours did, only stayed limp at his sides. He held his chin high, even as your grip slipped from around his neck, and you looked at him quizzically.

"Finn," your voice broke from happiness, confusion and rejection. Your eyes searched his own, looking for any hint of what he could be thinking. You were quiet for a moment, searching for words. "You’re home.”

He inhaled a sharp breath, his gaze flickering over the platform as if unsure where to look first. You supposed it must have been a lot for him to process.

This time, your voice was quieter. “I missed you.”

Finally, he looked at you, and for a moment you swore you saw his eyes soften. "I did too," he murmured, voice barely above a whisper. His gaze flicked past you as if he couldn't bear to look at you anymore.

He was already stepping off the platform before you could say anything else. Confusion and hurt struck you like lightning as you watched his figure retreat into the crowd.

Maybe he really did die in that arena.

©x-gabrielle-x. Do not steal, copy or translate my works.

[slaymitchabernathy]

Heaven

| “No need to imagine, 'cause I know it's true. They say, "All good boys go to heaven," but bad boys bring heaven to you. It's automatic, it's just what they do. They say, "All good boys go to heaven," but bad boys bring heaven to you.” |

| this drabble contains sexual content ;) |

Sometimes Soarynn forgets.

She forgets about the world around her, the evil that consumes people, and the troubles that one faces on a daily basis. She forgets about all of these things when she's with Coriolanus Snow.

Which is funny because Coriolanus Snow is a very dangerous man.

She met him at a bar one night. She was drunk and he wasn't. She was interested in him, and he wasn't because he knew the type of girl she was, good and sweet, too innocent for the world he lived in. But Soarynn was so very persistent, so determined to know more about the very handsome man with the golden curls.

They met at late hours of the night, under the cover of the stars and the moon. She always thought it was strange that he insisted on meeting in such odd locations, old warehouses, rooftops, shady bars she couldn't believe even existed in the Capitol.

Soarynn found out exactly what type of man Coriolanus Snow was when they turned a corner one night and came face to face with a man and his gun. Soarynn had barely blinked in the time it took Coriolanus to draw his own gun and shoot the man.

Soarynn was, of course, beside herself. The man she was seeing was a cold-blooded killer, and the worst part? She didn't even care. She didn't care that she was madly in love with a very dangerous man,

Coriolanus certainly cared. He cared about her safety, her whereabouts, and how this would affect her everyday life. Soarynn knew his secret, and there was no walking this back. They were stuck together, hopefully forever.

Right now, the only thing she cares about is his hand sliding under the skirt she wore to come visit him. She's seated in his lap while he's seated in his chair, the chair he sits in when he decides whether or not the man across from him will live or die. It's a nice chair.

Her fingers slip through the gel he slicked through his curls this morning, scratching his scalp gently while his other hand squeezes her waist, holding her against him. She gasps when she feels his fingers prodding at her thighs, pushing them apart. They've never done anything here in his warehouse, but there's a first time for everything.

Soarynn whimpers as his finger drags up and down her covered cunt, just a flimsy piece of fabric separating him from plunging into her and making her feel so, so good. Just as he's about to push her panties to the side, they're both startled by an urgent knock on his office door.

"Coriolanus, we've got a situation."

Coriolanus groans, pulling both his lips and fingers away from her, and Soarynn gives a disappointed sigh. "What is i,t Festus?" He asks, nuzzling her neck with his nose. Soarynn giggles, tilting her head so he can have better access to the skin he loves to mark with love bites.

"I'd rather not say with ladies present."

Soarynn rolls her eyes. Festus Creed has a big mouth on him and an even bigger personality. She remembers the first time Coriolanus brought her around the warehouse, how many cheeky comments Festus made, all while twirling around his gun as if it wasn't loaded with the safety off.

Coriolanus peppers her neck with kisses, and Soarynn rolls her hips against his, making him swear under his breath. "I'm no lady," she calls back, grabbing onto her lover's shoulders. The door creaks open, and Coriolanus pulls away in an instant, glaring at Festus, who only snickers when he sees them. "I didn't tell you to come in," Coriolanus snaps, tightening his grip on Soarynn.

Festus leans against the door frame and grins, "Well, you didn't tell me not to," he counters, "and we finally got the guy, you know, the guy," he wiggles his eyebrows.

Soarynn looks at Coriolanus, suddenly very interested in what they're talking about. Coriolanus keeps her far away from the business he does, but that doesn't stop her from asking about it. "What guy?"

Coriolanus shakes his head, stuck between a rock and a hard place right now. "Nothing to worry your pretty little head about, darling," he says, kissing her cheek before tapping her hip so she can stand up. Soarynn does as she's told but is still curious, "Who is it? What do you have to go do?"

Festus opens his mouth, but Coriolanus holds a hand up, silencing him. "No one," he repeats, more stern this time, "now stay here and I'll be right back."

Coriolanus rounds his desk, joining Festus at the door, and she can see his gun peeking out from his waistband. "I mean it, Soarynn," he tells her, giving her a knowing look, "stay here until I get back."

Soarynn sits down in his chair to show that she means to listen to him, "I will," she says sweetly, batting her eyelashes for added effect.

"See? She's fine, now let's go," Festus decides, walking into the hall.

Coriolanus shoots her one more look before following Festus and closing the door behind him, leaving Soarynn alone in his big office. She's never been in here unsupervised before, and Coriolanus is very particular about his things and where he keeps them. She pulls open the top drawer, disappointed to only see pens and pencils, a pair of scissors as well. She pulls open the side drawer next, and there are just files of papers inside.

She goes to open the drawer on the other side, but it doesn't budge. She tries again, harder this time, but it's locked.

Soarynn huffs, slouching in the chair, she came all this way to see Coriolanus, and now he's gone. That's how it always goes with him, though. They can't ever make it through dinner or a movie without something coming up, one of his men whispering in his ear, and then they immediately get up to leave.

She drums her fingers on the desk, spinning side to side while she waits. There isn't a single photograph on his desk, but from what he's told her, he is not a sentimental man.

The door opens, and she sits up straight, eager to have his hands on her again, but it's Sejanus.

Soarynn groans and slouches back in the chair, she's so bored. Sejanus chuckles and closes the door behind him, crossing the office towards the file cabinet Coriolanus keeps in the corner of the room.

"I take it he had to go and do something important," he guesses, pulling open the drawer. Soarynn scoffs, the men who work for Coriolanus are more than used to her being around now. They even follow her around the Capitol when she's alone, even if Coriolanus doesn't want her to know about it. It's hard to ignore tall, brooding men who "coincidentally" appear wherever she goes.

Sejanus is among the friendlier men, not afraid to make small talk with Soarynn and ask questions about her. "Apparently he did," she mumbles, "but he wouldn't tell me about it or who it was."

Sejanus pulls out a file and closes the drawer, offering her a soft smile, "It's to keep you safe," he reminds her. Soarynn almost feels her eyes roll to the back of her head, she hears that almost every day.

To keep her safe.

Please, she's perfectly safe.

"Can you open this drawer?" She asks, changing the subject, "I opened the others, but this one's locked." Sejanus approaches her and looks at the drawer she's pointing at. "I can't," he tells her, "don't have the key, and Coriolanus doesn't like people messing with his stuff."

Soarynn sighs, carding her hand through her hair, "Fabulous," she mumbles, "so glad I came all the way down here."

"We always enjoy having you around," Sejanus tells her, "it makes the boss happier, less grouchy." Soarynn has seen Coriolanus be the big bad boss he's used to being. He's downright terrifying in the way he yells at his men, orders them around, threatens to cut off their fingers or limbs.

Then he'll turn back around to look at her, speaking in the softest tone she's ever heard, cradling her face as if she's his most precious possession.

The duality of a man is very impressive to her.

Soarynn doesn't say anything back, and Sejanus sighs, leaving the room as quickly as he came, closing the door behind him. Alone once again, Soarynn is terribly bored. She wonders what's taking so long, what he's doing out there. Everything he does is classified as "urgent," but this seemed very urgent since he left her so quickly.

Soarynn decides to wait five more minutes before she stands up and goes to find Coriolanus. He won't mind, and she needs to stretch her legs. Her fingers are wrapping around the door handle when someone opens it from the other side.

This time, it's Coriolanus, and she's caught red-handed.

He raises a brow, "Couldn't wait any longer?"

Soarynn drops her hand and turns away from him, walking back to the desk. "You abandoned me," she claims, resting her hands on the edge of his desk, "left me to my own devices."

Coriolanus closes the door behind him, and she notices him turning the lock this time. "Your own devices, meaning snooping through my desk, apparently," he states, not sounding too impressed but not angry either. Soarynn scowls, looks like Sejanus can't keep a secret.

Soarynn tries a sweet smile, "I was just looking."

Coriolanus smirks and stops right in front of her, resting his hands next to hers on the desk, caging her in. "Just looking, hmm? Looking for what?" Soarynn gasps softly when she feels his lips on her neck, he makes it so hard to think straight. She grabs his shoulder with one hand, steadying herself, "Just looking," she says breathlessly, closing her eyes as his lips suck on the soft skin of her neck.

Coriolanus hums, shoving his leg between hers, right against her barely covered core, and Soarynn whines at the friction. He left her high and dry, but Coriolanus Snow always makes it up to her. Sometimes it's by giving her a new necklace, other times it's an orgasm.

Either way, she's not complaining.

He grabs her waist with his right hand, pulling her against him, and he brings his lips to her mouth, pressing a hot and heated kiss to her lips. Soarynn eagerly returns it, moving in sync with her deadly lover, who knows her body like the back of his hand.

She supposes that she should be terrified. Coriolanus is capable of killing people, he’s done it before, and he’ll do it again. Even now, he has his gun on his person, never goes anywhere without it. Soarynn hadn’t even seen a gun before she met him.

But now she’s curious.

While he’s focused on kissing her to make up for lost time, Soarynn is focused on sliding her hand down to his waist, fumbling with the weapon tucked into his waistband at all times. Normally, it’s hidden but his suit jacket, but at work, he’s dressed in trousers and a button-up.

Soarynn remembers seeing one of his button-up shirts in the waste bin at his penthouse, stained with blood. Neither of them said anything about that.

She finds the handle of the gun and pulls it out from its hiding spot before he can comprehend what she's done, breaking away from the kiss just in time to see his weapon in her dainty little hands.

His eyes darken and not in a sexual way. Coriolanus Snow does not like to be disobeyed, and Soarynn is about to find out if that mindset applies to her as well.

“Darling,” he says, his voice rigid, “give that to me right now.”

Soarynn contemplates her options. She could listen, give him the gun back, and get a quick lecture about how dangerous that was.

Or, she could push his buttons just a little further.

Soarynn’s seen what happens to Coriolanus when someone tests him. His veins bulge in his throat, his eyes twitch, his fists curl. Then he fucks her so hard she sees stars.

She’s going to go with the second option.

“Teach me how to use it,” she demands, ignoring his order, “it’ll be good for me to get used to having a gun in my hands.” Coriolanus goes to grab it, but Soarynn is quicker than he is, smaller too. She slips out from underneath him in seconds, putting more distance between them.

Coriolanus already looks agitated, his breaths are getting heavier, his eyes are narrower.

“You don’t ever need to use a gun because you won’t ever be put in a position where you need one,” he tells her calmly. She shakes her head because they both know that’s not true. Anything could happen, and with her luck, it could happen the one time his men aren’t around to save her.

Maybe he doesn’t see it that way, but Soarynn is more than willing to teach him how to think the way she does, even if it gets her in trouble.

“Oh, but I might,” she tells him innocently, batting her lashes, “suppose I’m out late one night, and you’re busy and can’t spare any men to you know, follow me around like they usually do.” Coriolanus looks…caught. She’s never mentioned his men following her, assuming that it was just something unspoken between the two of them.

“And I’m walking home when all of a sudden,” Soarynn raises the gun to her head, pressing it to her temple, and his breath hitches in his throat, his hands curl into fists, his veins bulge, and his eyes, Soarynn has never seen him look so angry before.

“Would you be able to live with yourself if someone shot me in the head? Knowing that I could’ve stopped it from happening if I knew how to use a gun?”

His jaw ticks, “Soarynn, give me the gun.”

“Why don’t you come over here and take it fro-“

Her taunt is cut off when the door nearly falls off the hinges from someone pounding on the other side of it, “Hey, boss! We’ve gotta real big problem out front! We kinda need you, like right now, so wrap it up in there!” It’s Festus, of course it’s Festus.

Soarynn is so preoccupied listening to Festus that Coriolanus is able to stride over to her, snatching the gun out of her hand with a furious look in his eyes. Perhaps she’s gone too far this time.

He points the gun at the ceiling and fires it. Soarynn jumps at the noise, at the sound it makes, and how quickly the bullet buries itself in the concrete above them.

“What you just did,” he says lowly, towering over her, “is one of the stupidest things I have ever seen in my life, Soarynn. The fucking safety wasn’t on, you could have died. Do you understand me? If your finger slipped, you would’ve fucking shot yourself in front of me and then how would I be able to live with myself?”

More pounding, “Boss, we gotta go now!”

“I’m coming,” Coriolanus barks out, tucking the gun back into his waistband, “go home, Soarynn. We’ll talk about this more when I have time.”

Soarynn feels her bottom lip trembling, she didn’t mean to upset him like this, and she certainly didn’t expect him to get this harsh, this cold, and cut off.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, a single tear rolls down her cheek, and she sees his eyes slightly soften. Just a little bit, but it counts for something when it’s with him.

Coriolanus closes his eyes, blowing all the air out of his body through his lips before opening them again. “We'll talk about this later,” he repeats, but this time, softer, gentler.

Soarynn nods, he won’t let this go until they’ve had a proper conversation about it, that’s how he is. The message must be received.

“Can I have a kiss?”

“Are you two still fucking in there? Coriolanus, let’s go! The clock is ticking!”

Coriolanus smirks at her question and at Festus and his frantic commentary. He leans down and pecks her forehead, not exactly what she wanted, but then again, she just put a gun to her head. Perhaps he means to knock some common sense into her.

“Be careful,” she says.

Coriolanus nods, it’s always a risk with them, always a chance he might never come back. “Go out the back,” he tells her, going to unlock the door, “I’ll have Sejanus take you home.”

Ugh, great. It's one thing to have him be protective over her, but it's another thing for him to make his men act the same way, taking her from place to place like she needs a fucking babysitter. But she doesn't push him any further than she already has today.

She's done enough to last them a lifetime.

꧁ ꧂

"Coriolanus said to go to his apartment," Soarynn lies, staring out the tinted car window of one of the many cars his gang uses. Sometimes, they roll back with bullet holes in them, patched up the next day like nothing happened.

Sejanus raises an eyebrow at her through the rearview mirror, "Really?"

Soarynn slouches in the backseat, tired after a long day of kissing and her boyfriend killing people, "Yes, really. He needs to make up for lost time after today's little stunt." Leaving her to take care of something is nothing new to Coriolanus or Soarynn, but it doesn't mean that she has to like it.

Thankfully, Sejanus doesn't ask any further questions, simply driving them towards the Corso in silence. Despite his downright murderous reputation, Coriolanus resides on the most prominent street in the Capitol, right in the middle of the city, the safest place to live.

How ironic that he's in the thick of it.

Soarynn flashes Sejanus a pretty smile even though Festus once hushed out that Sejanus was playing for the other team. It doesn't really matter to her, not when all men think about is sex and use the same thing between their legs to decide on what to do next.

A man is a man, gay, straight, it makes no difference to her.

They pull up to the curb, and Soarynn waits for Sejanus to open the door for her. Ever since meeting Coriolanus, she hasn't touched a door handle.

"Do you know when he'll be home?" She asks once the door opens, gracefully sliding out of the backseat. Sejanus shakes his head, "No idea, there were some Peacekeepers at the front, asking questions, so he had to go take care of that."

Oh goodness. Soarynn didn't know that's what all the fuss was about. No wonder Festus was so nervous and persistent. From what Soarynn has seen and experienced, the Peacekeepers ignore Coriolanus and his men for the most part. It's not like they go on these random killing sprees. Their kills are selective, targeted, precise, and planned.

It's the other gangs that kill for no reason, and that is the reason why they're constantly getting raided and questioned.

She wonders what happened.

Either way, Sejanus will not be the one to tell her anything. Festus is the one with looser lips, and after a few drinks, he'll be glad to tell anyone about the birthmark he has on his buttcheek.

"Thank you then," she says, "I'll see myself up."

And she does just that, flashing the doorman a smile when he opens the door for her. Soarynn is a regular face in this apartment building, always coming and going with Mr. Snow. He gave her a key, "for emergencies," he had told her. Well, she's horny so this constitues as one in her books.

By the time she's reached the twelfth floor, she's ready to kick off her heels and take a nice, long nap. Soarynn walks into the empty penthouse, tossing the keys on the table in the entryway, admiring the artwork that hangs on the walls.

Coriolanus may not be a sentimental man, but he does appreciate good artwork.

Soarynn makes her way to his bedroom, but stops in her tracks when she sees the door to his study, the door that is normally locked, is open.

She wasn't supposed to be here today.

Which means he didn't plan on her coming over, which means he didn't lock the door.

Soarynn pushes the door open with such swiftness and determination, she almost feels like a new woman. A new woman who will not be kept in the dark about things, or coddled when it comes to protecting herself.

Soarynn settles in the large chair behind his desk, opening the first drawer she sees. There are more files, mostly banking information from what she can make out, he most likely keeps more personal items stored in his home study, the more she thinks about it. But still, she's curious to learn more about Coriolanus.

She digs around some more, finding his old Academy diploma along with letters from friends, professors, and even the Dean.

Soarynn goes to open the last drawer, but to her chagrin, finds it locked.

Why must he lock everything?

Soarynn huffs, it's no fun if she can't snoop. But she can improvise. She pulls open the top drawer, filled with a notepad, pens, pencils, paperclips, and a letter opener.

She wiggles the sharp tip of the opener into the bottom drawer's lock, twisting and turning it until she feels it open. Excitedly, she gasps, surprised it actually worked for once. Soarynn pulls open the drawer, anxious to see the contents within it, and is very surprised to find only three items.

One, a journal.

Two, something circular, wrapped in an orange scarf.

And three, an envelope.

She goes for the envelope first, carefully peering inside at the contents, and can't help but gasp when she sees what he's hidden. Pictures of her. Coriolanus Snow, a man who is the farthest from sentimentality, has pictures of her. Lots of pictures from the looks of it, glossy, high definition photos of her that she remembers being taken, but never saw them again.

Looks like he's been getting them developed. She thumbs through the stack, smiling when she comes across a photo that serves as a fond memory, when he got her a little kitten, Petunia. She was just a tiny little thing back then, so loud despite being so small.

Another photo is of them at the ballet, both dressed to perfection, with his hand placed possessively on her waist. His girl.

Soarynn smiles at the photos, carefully tucking them back into the envelope so she can pick up the orange scarf and whatever it's wrapped around. The fabric is soft and well-worn, and for a split second, she worries it might belong to someone.

A secret lover.

She slowly unwraps the scarf and is surprised to find what looks like a silver compact of some sort, with a rose engraved on the lid. She swallows, perhaps she's misread this entire situation.

Is she just another body to him? Is there someone else? Another woman?

Soarynn wraps the compact back up and puts everything back into the drawer the same way she found it, not wanting to raise any suspicion. She's just in time, too, because she hears the front doors being unlocked.

Soarynn quickly slips out of the study and into the hall as his voice rings in her ears.

"Darling? Are you in here?"

Soarynn smooths down her hair, she needs to look presentable, like she didn't just come from the one room she's not allowed to be in. A million thoughts race through her mind. On one note, he had pictures of her, of her, not some other woman. That should count for something. But why would he go through all of that trouble to wrap up the compact?

They both round the corner at the same time, and his hands fall to her waist, stopping her from walking into him. "I thought I told you to go home," he says, not sounding too angry about her coming here. He's always said to come here if she feels unsafe.

How funny that the most dangerous man in the Capitol lives here.

Soarynn gives a small smile, "I consider this place my second home." Coriolanus grins, he seems to be in a great mood, which is surprising since the Peacekeepers were at his front door not too long ago.

"What did the Peacekeepers want?"

His face barely wavers, but after being with him for this long, Soarynn has become an expert in reading his body language. "There was an...altercation," he says slowly, as if speaking to another Peacekeeper instead of her. Soarynn raises her eyebrows, she doubts it was an 'altercation' that led to an entire squadron showing up.

"What kind of altercation causes Festus to almost break down the door to your office?" She questions, but he's already pressing his lips to her cheek, doing his best to distract her. One of his hands slides down from her waist to her ass, palming it through her skirt. Coriolanus is very touchy, he always needs to be touching her in some way or form.

Whether he's buried inside of her or simply holding her hand, he doesn't care.

Soarynn moans when his lips travel down to her jaw, sucking on the delicate skin. He also loves to leave marks on her. Soarynn fought it in the beginning, claiming that she'd look like some Capitol harlot running around with love bites all over her neck. Like she was the victim of some vampire on the loose.

Coriolanus argued that it would only let other men know that she belonged to someone, that she was his girl. He was, unfortunately, right. She's seen men eye her up and down in the hopes of taking her home, only to have their hopes and dreams crushed the second they see a bruise from Coriolanus on her neck.

"You could always get me a ring," she had mumbled one night after sex, too out of it to really understand what she was saying. Soarynn hasn't ever spoken to Coriolanus about marriage, about a real future with each other. Not a single day is promised with him. But he had just chuckled and pulled her closer against his naked body. "Someday," he had mused, kissing the crown of her head.

Soarynn fell asleep knowing two things that night: she was falling for Coriolanus Snow, and he was falling for her too. It didn't take much longer before he asked her to officially be his girlfriend, to court him, and be no one else's.

It's been rather smooth sailing since then, but this new discovery has thrown her for a loop. Has he promised other women rings? Has she been played for a fool? Is he really a bad man?

Soarynn rests her hands on his shoulders, feeling how strong he is under his shirt. "Don't you worry your pretty little head about a thing," he tells her, "it's all been taken care of." This either means a deal was made or someone was shot. Either way, it's done for now. Rarely does something from the past come back to him.

Unless there's another woman.

"Now," he grunts, pulling her further against him, so close that she can feel his cock straining against her leg, "why don't we make up in the bedroom, hmm?" Soarynn would normally jump at an opportunity to be under Coriolanus Snow, but now she's not so sure if that's a wise idea. Perhaps she should go home and think some things through before making any rash decisions.

She knows Coriolanus well enough to know that if they were to get married, she'd never be out of his sight. If he's overprotective now, she can't imagine how he'd be with children.

Soarynn looks up at him, feeling as though her rose colored glasses have been shattered due to her own stupid curiosity. "Actually, I think I might go home," she gets out, trying to sound normal.

Coriolanus sees right through that, of course. He might be a murderer, but he's a very attentive one who knows when she's not being herself. His large hand squeezes her waist gently as if urging her to be honest.

"Is everything alright?"

Soarynn forces a smile. "Yes, everything is perfect. I just want to go home now."

Coriolanus frowns, looking down at her with furrowed brows. "Soarynn, is something wrong? I...I know I was harsh about the gun, but I would never forgive myself if you got hurt under my watch, darling. You are so very precious to me, and pointing a gun at your head was careless, surely you can understand that."

Soarynn hums, her mind is so far away from here right now.

"Come on," he mumbles, leaning down until his lips hover over hers, "say you forgive me so I can show you how sorry I am." Even though she wants to be cross with him, her lips can't help but twitch into a smile. He's so cute when he pouts and whines. Coriolanus is like a big, scary dog who really just wants to be cuddled at night.

He only acts this way when he's with her.

"Okay," she easily agrees despite the alarms in her head screaming for her to get out. His lips press onto hers, sealing the deal with a sweet kiss. Soarynn responds, though not as eagerly as she normally would. He groans into the kiss, most likely still pent up from their interrupted moments earlier today.

Coriolanus finishes what he started.

Soarynn wonders if that includes her.

Coriolanus has said that he's damned for hell before, that he has no chances of making it to heaven. Soarynn thinks he's being ridiculous. But he likes to joke that he's brought heaven to earth just for her, between how good he makes her feel emotionally and sexually.

Soarynn allows him to deepen the kiss and push a leg between her own, rubbing against her sensitive cunt once more. Soarynn moans, even if she's terrified, her body still wants what it wants.

"You want me?"

Soarynn whimpers, trying to fight against how intoxicating he is.

"Say you want me, baby, say it."

"I want you," she gasps, arching her back when he slides his hand under the waistband of her skirt. "I want you. Please, Coriolanus, I want you."

Coriolanus also loves dirty talk.

He doesn't waste any time in pinning her against the nearest surface, which is, to her horror, the desk in his study. Coriolanus doesn't seem to mind that they're doing this in here instead of his bedroom just down the hall. He's too caught up in the moment.

Coriolanus pins her against the desk with her ass pressed against his hips, grinding agaisnt one another in a heated moment of lust and passion. She can hear him fumbling to unbuckle his belt and hears it hit the floor.

Did he bring her in here for a reason? Did some other woman spend the night with him and leave her panties behind?

Soarynn isn't left to ask any more questions as he pulls her skirt down to her ankles, spreading her legs for her. "Such a perfect little ass," he says, slapping the soft skin. Soarynn moans, some girls don't like being spanked, but she's clearly not like most girls. His hands rest on her hips, teasing the waistband of her panties.

"And an even more perfect cunt," he decides, finally peeling her soaked lacy panties down her legs. The cold air only makes her more sensitive to anticipation. Soarynn has never felt pleasure the way she feels it with Coriolanus. He's a magician with his hands, tongue, and cock.

And sometimes, his nose.

Soarynn grips the desk for support when she feels the tip of his large cock rubbing on her entrance, teasing her. Coriolanus is largely endowed in all possible ways. He's large in length and girth, filling her up in the most delicious way possible.

He grips her ass with his hand, using his thumb to pull open her entrance. "So perfect for me," he says, pushing into her. Soarynn moans when he bottoms out, pressing on her sweet spot. Soarynn swears she sees stars every time he slides into her.

"Fuck."

"That's the plan," he grunts, pulling his hips back and snapping them forward. Coriolanus doesn't take it slow and steady this time. He sets a hard, almost painful pace that causes Soarynn's toes to curl in her heels. Soarynn can only make pitiful noises as he fucks her, crying out in pleasure. Her moans are breathy and high-pitched.

There was a time when she tried to be quiet, but he wasn't having any of it. "When I'm in this cunt," he had told her, "I want to hear about it. I want to hear how good I'm making you feel, babydoll."

Soarynn hasn't tried to be quiet since.

The sound of panting, skin slapping, and moaning can be heard echoing throughout the entire penthouse. Soarynn only has one thing on her mind, which is the orgasm she's been deprived of twice today. She's so focused on getting to that state of euphoria that she stares down at the floor where their feet are planted. Her feet stand between his, smaller and daintier.

Her gaze travels from her feet to his feet, to his desk with the bottom drawer still open.

Fuck! She didn't close it all the way!

"Oh shit," she whines, feeling both pleasure and panic.

Coriolanus moans, kissing her shoulder. "I know, baby, I know. Give it to me."

Soarynn can feel her orgasm coming to a screeching finish, so fast that she can't even form a proper sentence to tell him. Her toes curl, her back arches, and his hand instantly goes down to rub at her clit.

"Oh, oh, oh!"

Soarynn cums from the overwhelming force that is Coriolanus Snow. He cages her in with his body on top of hers, resting his hands next to hers on the desk. "Fuck, I'm close," he grits, keeping at his fast pace. Soarynn's brain is mush, only thinking about the drawer and the scarf now.

She'd usually encourage him to finish by saying something bratty that would lead to him putting her in her place. Coriolanus loves taming his little brat, and it always gets him off.

Soarynn says nothing when he finishes inside of her, painting her walls with his cum. She usually loves it when he finishes inside, but not today. She feels...gross. She feels used and like an idiot for thinking this could ever be anything real or important.

"Fuck, that was good," he sighs, kisisng right under her ear, "always so good for me." Soarynn is quiet while he catches his breath. Coriolanus prides himself on providing excellent sex and even better aftercare. She feels his cock growing softer inside of her. Sometimes he'll want to go for more rounds, but today has been a long day.

"Let me go get you a towel," he says, rubbing her back, "I'll be right back."

Soarynn feels him pull out, leaving her feeling empty and it's not because his cock is no longer inside of her. It's because she doesn't know if she can trust him anymore.

He walks out of the room, and Soarynn uses the last of her strength to close the drawer before she feels a few tears escape from her eyes. She can just sneak out and cry at home. Soarynn sniffles, wiping away her tears and pulling her panties back up. She should wait for him to at least wipe her down, but this can be a lesson if anything.

She's pulling on her skirt when he comes back.

"What're you doing, Soarynn?"

Soarynn sniffles, unable to face him. "I have to go."

"You have to go?"

"Yes," she snaps, sounding harsher than she intended. "I need to leave, Coriolanus."

She finally gathers the strength to turn around and face him. It's almost laughable how sweet he looks right now. He took off his shirt, probably hot from the sex. His trousers have been pulled back up, and if she weren't so upset, she'd find him very attractive right now.

"Is everything okay?"

Soarynn bites back a bitter laugh. She wonders if this was ever okay in the first place. The secrets, the killing, the violence he's subjected her to despite trying to shield her from it. This isn't normal, she knows that much.

Another woman might just be her breaking point.

"I just need to leave," she whispers, hanging her head, "I'm sorry."

She goes to walk past him, but he stops her by grabbing her arm. Her bottom lip trembles, she can feel his penetrating stare fixed on her, trying to figure out what happened with her in the amount of time it took him to get a towel.

"Soarynn, tell me what's wrong, darling. Did I hurt you? Was I too rough?"

Soarynn shakes her head, he could never be too rough in her opinion. Maybe to other girls, but not to her. "No, no, it's nothing. I just need to go, so please, let me go."

She looks up at him and finds Coriolanus trying to pick her apart and find the issue. His brows are furrowed and his eyes are narrow, his jaw is set, and he's not going to let this go. Coriolanus is the type of man who believes that it's bad to go to sleep angry.

"I'm not letting you leave until you tell me what's wrong," he says calmly, "whatever's upsetting you, I can make it right."

Soarynn scoffs a laugh, for someone so smart, he can be so clueless sometimes. "Yeah, I'm sure," she sarcastically replies, earning her a warning look from Coriolanus. He doesn't tolerate sass from anyone, not his men, and certainly not her.

"We can either talk like adults or you can leave like a child who didn't get their wa-"

"Alright then," she cuts him off, yanking her arm free from his grip. "Let's talk about it then. Whose scarf is that? And whose compact is that?"

Soarynn watches his face go from concerned to confused to guarded within a matter of seconds.

"How would you know anything about that, Soarynn? Last time I checked, those items were in a locked drawer."

Soarynn realizes that she's somewhat shot herself in the foot, but she almost shot herself in the head today, so maybe she deserves it. She swallows, no backing down now. Coriolanus isn't the type to easily forgive, and he certainly won't forget her going through his private belongings.

"I opened it," she admits, seeing no need to lie. Trust and truth are everything to him. "I opened it because you never would have if I asked you," she explains, "you never open up to me, and I was left to my own devices to figure you out."

Coriolanus regards her with the coldest look she's ever gotten from him. He glances over at his desk, focused on the drawer she broke into. "So you showed up at my apartment uninvited and broke into my desk? Do you know what that makes you, Soarynn?"

She tries to back away, but there's nowhere to go, she's stuck between him and the doorway.

"That makes you a thief," he whispers lowly, placing a hand above her head so he can tower over her. "Do you know what we do with thieves?" Now she's scared because she does know what he and his men do to people who steal from them.

She's seen it before, how Festus laughs while cutting off someone's fingers or their fingertips.

"You cut a finger off," she whispers, folding her hands behind her back. Coriolanus reaches behind him as well, but his hand reappears with a small blade in its grasp. He usually has a gun and some sort of knife on him at all times.

Soarynn zeroes in on the small knife, it looks so sharp, so painful.

"I'll let you pick which hand."

Soarynn looks up at him in disbelief. She was prepared to argue, not to lose a limb!

"Oh, don't look at me like that, darling," he says with false sympathy, grabbing her chin with his other hand. "You wanted to find out what kind of man I really am when you're not around? Then let me show you."

"Just tell me who she is," Soarynn whispers, a tear rolling down her cheek, "tell me who she is and why I had to find out this way. I thought you loved me."

"I do love you," he replies, "and I thought you loved me too."

"I do," she cries, "I do, but the scarf, and the compact, I..."

Her voice trails off when she sees him put the knife away. Maybe she'll come out of this unscathed. At least, physically. Her heart cannot say the same.

"The scarf was my mother's," he explains, "as was the compact."

Oh.

Coriolanus has told her little about his mother, but whenever he spoke about her, he did it fondly. Soarynn didn't realize he was still holding onto parts of her after all these years. It's almost unbecoming of a man like him to keep his mother's compact, but at the same time, it's sweet.

It's so sweet and Soarynn is in so much trouble.

She opens her mouth to say something, to say anything, but nothing comes out. Coriolanus chuckles, closing her mouth for her with his fingers. "If you thought for a second that I'd have enough time for any other woman than you in my life, then you'd be sadly mistaken, darling. Maybe I haven't told you this before, but you take up a lot of my time."

Is that supposed to be nice or mean?

"I didn't know," is all she finally says, gazing up at him with remorse, "I'm sorry, Coriolanus."

He doesn't appear to be angry anymore, if anything, he's amused at her little sporadic moment. "I know you are. I'm surprised you even asked me." Soarynn scrunches her nose, a telltale sign that she's offended. "I would have asked you eventually," she argues.

He shakes his head, a smirk grows across his lips. "You would have confronted me," he corrects, "most likely over the phone so you didn't have to look at me." Soarynn didn't realize she was this predictable.

"You have to realize how strange it was," she mumbles, "finding all of that hidden away. It felt like some big secret, and then I started to wonder if I was a big secret."

Coriolanus sighs, sliding his long fingers along her jawline, cradling her face in his large hand. "You've never been a secret. I try to keep you out of things, yes, but for your own safety. People won't hesitate to hurt you just to hurt me. But the scarf and compact weren't the only things in the drawer, if I recall, were they?"

Soarynn feels herself begin to blush. She did see another item in the drawer, but it felt so small in comparison to the others. "There were some photographs," she mumbles, looking anywhere but his eyes.

"Photographs of who?"

"Me."

"Hmm. Imagine that, photos, of my girlfriend. A telltale sign of infidelity if I've ever seen it." Soarynn glares up at him, she doesn't appreciate his sarcastic remarks right now. "Locking them away in a drawer certainly didn't paint a pretty picture. I felt like I was another big secret you were hiding away."

"I had to hide those photos in case my crazy girlfriend found them and overreacted."

Soarynn scowls, Coriolanus smirks, it's a standstill.

"I'm still leaving," she decides, "I need some time to recover from you almost cutting my finger off." Soarynn slips out into the hallway, Coriolanus hot on her heels. "You know I wouldn't have cut off your finger, angel."

Soarynn turns around so fast that he runs into her.

"Don't you angel me," she hisses, jabbing her index finger into his bare chest, "I found hidden items that belonged to a woman, I asked about them, and you made it seem as if I was going to lose a finger!"

"I needed to make sure you learned a valuable lesson."

Soarynn puts her hands on her hips although it's hard to be taken seriously after being fucked and then being fucked with. "And what was that lesson?"

"Stop snooping around my shit, Soarynn."

"Stop keeping me out of shit, Coriolanus."

The doorbell rings, but neither of them moves to answer the door. "Gonna get that?" She asks, tilting her head. His jaw ticks and Soarynn prepares to possibly get her ass handed to her in the near future. The doorbell rings again, and Coriolanus lets out what sounds like a growl before going to answer the doors.

Soarynn stays where she is, listening to the muffled conversation taking place in the entryway. She only catches bits and pieces. "...sorry to disturb you, sir...ask again...meant no offense." Whoever is on the other side of the doors sounds very nervous to be talking to Coriolanus right now.

She hears Coriolanus spit out a few words, and then the doors slam shut again. He comes back looking angrier than before, which automatically leads her to blurt out the question he must despise by now.

"What's going on?"

"Do you really want to know?"

Does she? Soarynn supposes that if she went to such lengths that she should be entitled to this information.

"Yes," she answers confidently.

"That was my downstairs neighbor. He came up here because he heard a woman screaming."

Soarynn doesn't even try to look guilty. They usually fuck at her place. "You like it when I'm vocal," she sweetly reminds him. He looks her up and down, perhaps rethinking all of the life choices that have led him to this point.

"I like it when you're a lot of things," he says, grabbing her wrist, "right now, I'd like you under me in my bedroom."

Soarynn doesn't put up a fight. He'll want to continue their conversation later, but right now, he's pent up and angry all over again. And Coriolanus loves to let his frustration out on her.

꧁ ꧂

Soarynn truly doesn't know how they can go from fighting to fucking within ten minutes but she is not complaining.

With her face pressed into the mattress, she isn't disturbing a single neighbor in this building while Coriolanus fucks her from behind. Soarynn grasps at the sheets, overstimulated from the first round of sex. Coriolanus swears behind her, landing a hard slap to her ass. "Now that I've had some time to think," he grunts, "I've come to the conclusion that you just needed some cock in this greedy little cunt of yours, angel. Whenever you get bratty, it's a simple solution."

Soarnyn manages to lift her head long enough to spit back at him. "Fuck you." Coriolanus just fucks her harder and faster until she's screaming into the mattress. "Nothing to say now, huh? All talk until I've got you under me. Maybe I should fuck your mouth more often and then I won't get half of the sass you like to give me."

Soarynn tries to lift her head up again, but this time he's ready and pushes it back down, holding her in place. "I don't think so, baby, you need to lie there and think about the consequences of your actions."

Soarynn has a long list of things she'd like to say to him right now, but it's hard to be taken seriously when you're stark naked with your ass in the air. So, she takes it like the good girl she is. Coriolanus fucks her through two orgasms before he starts to approach his.

Soarynn's brain is absolute mush at this point, all she can do is softly moan and let him do whatever he wants. It's a good thing he likes being on top because that's far too much work in Soarynn's opinion.

A tear pricks at the corner of her eye, and Soarynn turns her head so that her cheek rests against the mattress. She stares at the dresser across from the bed, jolting back and forth while Coriolanus fucks her.

He notices her tears instantly, brushing some hair away from her face. "Already crying, babydoll?"

Coriolanus has fucked Soarynn to tears many times before. Today is no exception. "Too much," she mumbles, eyes growing heavy. Coriolanus chuckles darkly. He's good at reading her body and knowing when to actually quit.

He would never hurt her, she knows that much.

"I think you have one more, darling. Just give me one more and we're done." Soarynn whines, she doesn't want to give him one more, she doesn't want to give him anything but a piece of her mind. But there's a small part of her that wants nothing more than to please him, it's like he has this magical effect on Soarynn, causing her to want to be wholly his and no one else's.

"Okay," she sighs.

Coriolanus stretches over her body, bending down so he can kiss her cheek. "Atta girl, just give me one more and we're done, baby."

One more, Soarynn tells herself, already preparing to be so sore in the morning.

One more, Soarynn tells herself, the feeling of an orgasm steadily approaches.

One more, Soarynn tells herself, deciding on the number of chances she'll give Coriolanus before she walks away forever.

One more and it all goes dark.

꧁ ꧂

Soarynn wakes up in the bathtub. Not a strange place for her to wake up in, not when she's used to being pampered after being pounded. Soarynn lets the warm water soothe her aching muscles and lets her hands float to the surface.

She lifts each finger out of the water, watching the water droplets fall back into the water.

"All ten are accounted for."

His voice is deep and husky, tired from too much sex. Soarynn looks to her left, where Coriolanus is sitting, watching her while sitting on the edge of the tub. He's already changed and most likely showered. His clean-up is a lot quicker than hers, mostly because he insists on doing everything for her.

Her throat is raw from all the screaming she was doing, so she says nothing, simply rolling her eyes at his little joke. "You came so hard that I thought you were convulsing." Soarynn splashes some water at him and he laughs, running a hand through his tussled curls. They become so unruly after a long day of work, or in this case, work and sex.

Soarynn likes them the best like this because she's the only one who gets to see them like this. See him like this.

"On a more serious note, I'm sorry for scaring you."

Soarynn shrugs, she kinda had it coming after snooping through his stuff, and she's never going to do it again. "I went too far," he says, resting a hand on her bare shoulder, causing her to look up at him. He looks so sorry for what he did. "I scared you. I saw how you looked at me in that split second, and I never want you to look at me that way again, Soarynn."

Soarynn didn't think she looked that scared in the moment, but he clearly saw something he didn't like. Soarynn knows Coriolanus to be a scary man, but he's never scared her.

"I forgive you," she whispers with a slightly hoarse voice. She'll need some tea, and some rest, and maybe some kisses. "I'm sorry too," she adds, brushing her hair behind her ears, "I didn't mean to intrude."

His face softens, so kind and adoring. This is the Coriolanus she knows and loves. "You could never intrude. In fact, you're the best thing that's ever happened to me, despite how hard I tried to keep you away."

Soarynn smiles, he tried so hard to keep his distance. He did everything in his power to steer clear of Soarynn, and she did everything in her power to find him again.

They're written in the stars, the two of them.

Even if they're both damned for hell, they've got their own little slice of heaven right here on earth.

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[euphemiaamillais]

meadow song — sejanus plinth

cw: 18+//loss of virginity//blowjobs//handjobs (the whole nine yards basically)//semi-public sex//exhibitionism (coryo is watching)//jealous!coryo//reader is a slut for peacekeepers ;)//creampie//mentions of prev. relationship with coryo

when private coriolanus snow, an ex-lover of yours, enlists you to take the virginity of his best friend, sejanus plinth, you take him up on the offer, wanting to give him a birthday present he’ll remember

when you’d been propositioned by private snow, the more daring and at times flirtatious of the two boys, you’d returned his offer with a look of surprise. to take his fellow peacekeeper’s virginity? you weren’t even sure that his friend had wanted that, but private snow assured you—private plinth was going to be nineteen soon, and it was a gift from his ‘best friend’.

you had slept with private snow once or twice—in fact you’d been the one to pop his cherry—and were in good terms with him. sometimes he’d sneak you some of sejanus’ ma’s food, he seemed to enjoy your company, and because you liked him so much, you’d agreed to be the one to take sejanus’ virginity.

he was a sweet boy, you two had frequently enjoyed conversation at the hob, but part of you was nervous with how to approach him. private snow had invited you to join them in the meadow on their free sunday, and you decided that nothing harmful could come from it.

it was a balmy day, so you were dressed in nothing but a white sundress which scraped just past your knees, and donned a wide-brimmed sun hat that reminded you of what your grandmother used to wear, before the war. you lived in the seam, so the meadow was not too far of a walk, and there was a cool enough breeze that it didn’t feel like heatstroke would strike you down as you made your way to the meadow.

when you arrived, the boys were nestled under the shade of the tree, eating an array of sejanus’ ma’s sweets. you saw there was also a plastic bag—full of ice, coryo’s treat—and a bottle of white liquor. you supposed they’d gotten it the night before at the hob, because half of it had already been downed and the laughter of the two of them indicated they were somewhat inebriated.

‘i hope you two aren’t drunk,’ you greeted them, settling down against one of the rocks.

coriolanus grinned at you, but sejanus could hardly meet your eyes. clearly he was shy about what coryo had planned for him—at least, you assumed that he had been informed about his birthday present.

‘do you want some of ma’s cookies?’ coryo offered you the box, and you took one with a grateful smile.

your stomach had been grumbling since last night—you’d not had enough money to eat today, and were thankful for the delicious sweet treats that ma plinth often baked.

‘thank you, coryo,’ you swallowed it down in one bite, and took another one hungrily.

there was silence for a while, nothing but the sound of jabberjays whistling permeated the balmy air. you were parched, and reached for the bag of ice without asking—you hoped it was a given—piercing the side and letting the cool liquid trickle down your throat.

when you finished drinking and wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, you noticed sejanus’ dark eyes were on you. you returned his gaze, and his cheeks suddenly pinked before coryo broke the silence.

‘sej, you don’t need to be embarrassed. she’s only here to help,’ coryo said with a laugh, and sejanus cast a gentle nod.

‘if it helps, i really like you sej,’ you moved to settle down next to him, taking his hand in your own.

‘i don’t want you to feel like you have to do anything,’ he begun, bottom lip trembling.

for such a broad and stocky boy, his temperament was overly-tender. something you wouldn’t have expected, had you not know him, but the way the skin around his eyes softened, and how his cheeks crinkled each time he smiled, told a different story.

‘sejanus…’ your lips curved into a smile. ‘i want to.’

‘she knows what she’s doing, sej,’ coryo remarked with a knowing grin.

‘hey, don’t brag, coriolanus,’ you stretched out the syllables of his name teasingly.

you nestled closer against sejanus, feeling the heat radiating between your bodies. he shyly wrapped an arm around your shoulders, while coryo cast a slightly jealous look at the two of you. sejanus couldn't see that though, he only flushed some more, while you pondered upon how you'd walk him through the motions.

he'd probably kissed a few girls before—you figured they knew games like spin the bottle and truth or dare in the capitol—but in every other aspect, according to coriolanus, his friend was completely virginal. you blushed a little, even though you were a well-versed lover, because taking someone's innocence always resulted in a few awkward moments—usually on the boy's behalf. you wanted it to happen as perfectly as it could, particularly because he wasn't just interested in chasing his pleasure like coryo had been.

‘you can kiss me, if you want,’ you murmured softly to sejanus, who took you up on the offer.

though it was hot, you were too determined to give up on your endeavours. you shut your eyes, and felt sejanus press his lips against yours. he was soft, at first, hand moving to clasp your neck, before he deepened the kiss. his mouth was hot, and his tongue slid between your plump lips which were equally as willing.

you could feel coryo’s eyes burning into the two of you—somehow it caused your thighs to tingle a little at the thought of him watching you, and the jealousy that must’ve been raging through his veins. sejanus let out a soft moan as you moved one hand to grip at the nape of his neck, your touch surprisingly cool. your mouths danced as you kissed for a while longer, uncaring that your foreheads were bumping as you began to embrace one another with fervour.

your forehead glistened with sweat as you pulled away, seeing sejanus’ dark eyes deepen with a look of satisfaction. perhaps he wasn’t as shy as you’d thought—he was certainly a very good kisser. the first time coryo had kissed you it had been like he was suffocating and you were his air. sejanus on the other hand, was softer, more delicate and yet at the same time brought a sense of passion to your embrace.

coryo’s gaze was searing as you met his icy eyes. he fiddled with a stick, seemingly carving it with a touch of envy as you moved to sit by either side of sejanus’ thighs. the feeling of your bare legs brushing against his fatigues made his heart thump a little faster, the blood beginning to pool deep in his belly, threatening to rush to his cock.

you moved your hand to creep up his leg, watching his chest heave slightly as you brushed your palm over the growing bulge in his pants. he stifled a groan, but you could see the way his lips curved into a satisfied grin, and continued to tease your hand against his clothed cock.

‘please, don’t tease me,’ sejanus begged, a look of exasperation drawn upon his features.

you cast a brief nod, seeing how riled up he already was. you were inclined to be kinder with him; you'd forgotten that unlike coryo, most men hated the teasing—whereas coryo saw it as a challenge for himself.

sejanus' cock seemed properly hard when you unzipped his pants, and when you slid your hand past the waistband of his boxers, you could feel how he throbbed. a slight whimper left his lips, but he attempted to keep quiet because being reduced to a whining mess in front of his best friend would have led to lifelong mortification. coryo would never let that go.

you began to stroke him gently, and when you pulled his cock fully out of his underwear your eyes widened. while he wasn't as long as coryo, he had more than double the girth. his tip was leaking a little with precum, and the veins that danced down his cock were angrily pulsating.

'you're really a virgin?' you whispered, one brow cocked in surprise. how could a girl say no to him? he was sweet—too sweet at times—handsome, and his cock... well, you counted yourself lucky to be the one to take his virginity. it was almost an honour.

'yeah...' he admitted, cheeks burning a little.

coryo's ears perked up, as he attempted to surmise what you two were discussing, but you kept your voice low, understanding that sejanus wanted to keep this private.

'well, i never would've been able to tell,' you smiled softly, and sejanus' lips flickered into a pleased, almost proud, grin.

'girls back in the capitol... they didn't like how i was from the districts,' he sighed, eyes filling with a look of forlorn.

'well you don't have to worry about that with me,' you pressed a kiss to his cheek, before moving down to work at his achingly hard cock.

you stroked it gently for a minute or two, thumbing the tip and smearing the precum over his thick shaft. sejanus groaned, tossing his head back as your hands worked deftly at him. you decided to go all out—it was his birthday present, after all.

you moved to kneel in the grass, settling yourself between his knees. he looked down at you with anticipatory want, mouth watering at the sight of you before him. eyes wide, tongue darting out as you bent to lick his cock. coryo couldn't see what was going on—and you preferred to keep it that way. if he was jealous it was his own fault; he'd recruited you to take sejanus' virginity. any claim he'd had over you had obviously been ceded with this request.

sejanus groaned as your tongue laved at his sensitive tip, more precum dribbling out. you smiled up at him as you wrapped your lips around his cock, letting your tongue move down the underside of his shaft, brushing against a particularly sensitive vein. one of his hands gently rooted itself in your hair—he'd seen coryo do that enough times—gently playing with it as you began to bob your head up and down.

your lips were stretched around his girthy cock, and you took him as far down as you could, gagging as his tip hit the back of your throat. his breathing was ragged as your tongue danced around his shaft, sticky saliva coating every inch of him. while his girth made it harder to take him, once you hollowed out your cheeks you managed to fill your throat, unlike coryo who made you tear up when he forced himself as far as he could go.

he bucked his hips gently, but when you made a soft gagging sound in response he murmured out an apology. you shook your head—he was so sweet and gentle, such a contrast to the other men you'd had before. it almost made you want to cry.

a little embarrassed at how close he felt, sejanus began to worry that he'd finish in your mouth. you felt him twitching, and removed your mouth, leaning back against your heels. he sighed at the loss of feeling, but was secretly glad that you'd sensed he was getting closer to his release.

on slightly shaky feet, you stood up and moved your legs either side of sejanus. his hands daringly crept up under the hem of your dress, and when his fingers caressed your inner thigh a soft moan escaped your lips. he felt so good—his touch was warm, and in spite of the heat in the meadow that made your head spin, you leaned into his ministrations. one of his fingers brushed across your core unknowingly, and you let out a loud sigh.

coryo's eyes met yours and your face reddened in embarrassment. he'd heard you make that sound half-a-dozen times with him, and now his best friend—his virgin best friend—was eliciting those same content sighs from your lips.

'seems like you know what you're doing, sej,' you remarked, an impish grin painted upon your face.

sejanus laughed, shaking his head. 'no, not really.'

his cock still throbbed pathetically, and his hips rutted a little in an attempt to ease his wanton need. your thighs tingled as he continued to grasp at them, hands managing to lace themselves into the waistband of your panties. sejanus tugged them down with a look of proud surprise, letting them fall to your ankles.

'sejanus,' you said breathily, lowering yourself down against him.

his eyes widened as you sank down on him, your cunt achingly wet as you felt the fat head of his cock stretch you out. your lips stretched around a lustful moan, which was mottled with the sound of his own groan of pleasure.

'fuck...' he cursed, a heavy breath escaping his lips.

you felt so good—so, so good. he didn't know if he could last any longer. shame painted his features as he began to worry about coming in you—imagine that. coryo would never let him live it down.

you let your cunt sink fully around him, feeling his tip poking against your cervix as he filled you to the hilt. he cursed himself for not having done this sooner—he hadn't expected it to feel so amazing, the way you clenched around him, how wet you were. you began to slide up and down, your cunt so slick with want that the sound of it squelching against his cock could be heard even by coryo.

the two of you were panting by this point, sweat clinging to your foreheads, your tendrils of hair sticking to the back of your perspiring neck. you didn't care though, he felt so deliciously good, you were pleasantly full. the veins brushed slightly against your walls, causing your head to loll back a little at the sensation.

'so big,' you panted as sejanus gave his hips an experimental thrust.

when he saw how your eyes rolled back, he moved again, this time with more vigour. your clit was throbbing, but as sejanus continued to buck into you, you lost the want to rub slow circles around it, instead feeling his girthy cock hitting that sensitive spot inside of you.

'i-' sejanus struggled through his words, eyes fluttering shut in exasperation. 'so fucking good, don't know if i can-'

you silenced him with your lips, pressing a hot kiss against his mouth and letting your tongue slide between his wet lips. he moaned into your mouth as you clenched around him again, feeling the beginnings of your own release begin to pool in your cunt.

the pit of your stomach was a tight coil, hot and slowly beginning to unravel with every rut of his hips. you'd never orgasmed before from penetration alone, and certainly never with a virgin. you were slightly shocked at how good his cock was filling you out, the girth more than making up for his average length.

'oh god, sejanus!' you cried out, watching coryo grunt with disbelief. to him, it looked as if you were putting on a show. both you and sejanus knew that it was far from the truth—your legs were trembling as you came closer and closer to your peak.

sejanus felt a rush of confidence mixed with adrenaline and pressed kisses against your neck, lips trailing down to your jugular. he sucked hotly at the skin, teeth dragging along them. you moaned at the tension, and soon enough felt yourself come undone.

wetness gushed from your cunt, coating his cock in a delicious slick that only drove him further over the edge. the way you were clenching was maddening, he looked down for a second to see a milky ring at the base of him, your own want clear on his shaft. he could hardly believe that he'd made you come on his first attempt. perhaps coryo wasn't as good as he thought.

'sej,' you huffed, continuing to ride his cock, edging him towards his own pleasure.

sejanus groaned, hands wrapping around your waist as he thrust his hips into your tight, wet cunt. your head swum from the heat and your body began to tingle from overstimulation, but you continued to let his cock press at your cervix, enjoying how well he was doing. he'd certainly performed better than coriolanus, who finished in thirty seconds when you'd taken his virginity.

'gonna...' he caught his breath, balls tightening for release. 'gonna cum.'

he rose his brows in askance, and you gave a heady nod, delighting at the thought of him filling you up. he was sent over the edge when you clenched around him for a final time, groaning as hot cum spurted into your cunt. it was so sticky, and you continued to sink up and down on his shaft, watching as his own cum trickled back down over his cock.

it was messy, shamefully so, but you couldn't help but giggle at the sensation of his cum slipping out of your cunt. sejanus was in overdrive, and a few whimpers escaped his lips, causing you to grin impishly.

'i hope you liked your present, sejanus,' you murmured against his lips, sliding gently off his cock.

he nodded dumbly, cock beginning to go flacid. there was so much mess on his uniform, but you couldn't help but smirk—everybody would know that he'd finally gotten some play.

'and coryo,' you called out him—he was glowering at you with jealousy as you cleaned yourself up. 'sejanus is better than you ever were.'

[sexandthecapitol]

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[hyperfixationstati0n]

(adding onto this thought because i love it and love him)

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You come home after a long day at the academy, ready to just relax and let your guard down. As you walk in, your mother gives you a look. You couldn’t quite place it. Happy? Smug? Who knew. You greeted her quickly before rushing up to your room. And that’s when you realize what that look was-amusement.

Because on your bed was a box, beautifully wrapped, with a letter on top, no doubt from your boyfriend Sejanus. You smiled and sat down, opening the box with curiosity and excitement. Inside you find a pair of shoes, but not just any shoes-these were the shoes that you had randomly mentioned to your loving boyfriend yesterday at lunch. It was meant to be an off handed remark, you saw them in a store and liked the color. It was on topic to your lunchtime conversation, and you hadn’t thought more of it.

But then again, you should’ve known better. Sejanus loved to spoil you, so this didn’t come as a surprise. Although, the letter was what you truly cherished. A short and sweet note about how much he loved you, how the shoes were going to look great on you and he couldn’t resist, and how you could not argue with him on any of this.

He knew you too well. You flopped back on your bed, smiling like an idiot and reading the letter over and over again. You were whipped for him, maybe even more than he was for you.

The shoes were only a plus.

[bruisedboys]

thinking about sejanus plinth and shy!covey!reader …

the first time sejanus sees you he’s totally obsessed. you’re not like lucy gray in terms of dramatic flair and show, but you’re incredibly talented anyhow, timid as you are. you play your instrument like it’s an extension of your body, your voice is like an angel’s and your face even prettier. you get on stage and sejanus feels like you’ve put him under a spell.

you’re only on stage for one song, and sejanus isn’t stupid, he can tell the spotlight isn’t really your thing. he claps the loudest when you’re done though, so hard his hands hurts, and hopes you’ve spotted him in the crowd, a new face in the jumble of familiar ones.

afterwards, he follows coryo backstage under the pretence of having nowhere else to go, when really he’s mostly going because he just has to meet you. he gets lucky — the backstage curtain pulls back to reveal you, still in your stage dress, all colourful ribbons and flowing fabrics.

“hello,” you say. your voice has a sweet cadence to it, hence the lovely singing earlier. you give the boys a timid smile. sejanus doesn’t miss the way your eyes linger on him. “are you looking for someone?”

“is lucy gray here?” coriolanus asks before sejanus can say anything.

the girl in question appears over your shoulder and whisks coryo inside, leaving just you and sejanus. he gives you his nicest smile. he knows he doesn’t look much, not with his curls gone and his dull blue uniform, but he’s nothing if not a charmer.

“i’m sejanus,” he introduces. “what’s your name, lovely?”

you’re biting back a smile as you tell him your name, flushed up to your ears. sejanus almost wants to eat you, you’re so cute. he repeats your name back, sounding it out in his mouth. it suits you, he decides.

“it’s nice to meet you,” he says, and he really means it. “you were wonderful onstage tonight, where did you learn to sing like that?”

you blink at him. clearly, you’re embarrassed. you seem like you haven’t had much praise before, though he finds that hard to believe.

“um.” you stammer for a few moments, look over your shoulder for help, but lucy gray is otherwise occupied. “my mother taught me,” you say, fiddling with a ribbon on your skirt. “she was much better than I am.”

sejanus smiles. “she taught you well, sweetheart. I’d love to hear you sing again, will you be back next week?”

you answer that yes, you will be. sejanus promises to be there, and your answering smile is just as pretty as your voice.

[spideyhexx]

Thinking about sej and how he loves having you on your knees, and he doesnt dare touch your head, wanting you to do all the work you had begged him to let you do. All the while his head is thrown back against the wall

yes (i got carried away)

mdni

“Baby, you begged so hard for this, 'm gonna make you do the work,” Sej would say through a shaky breathy as you pout up at him. He won’t even put his hand in your hair to help you move your head and Sej knows you like it, hell he likes it but he’s got some restraint right now, wanting to see you go desperate and sloppy with your mouth on his cock. When you continue to pout at him, Sejanus would let out a deep sigh, raising his brow, "Do I look like 'm messin' around?"

You shake your head no and Sej nods, "That's my girl, now do what you want, 'm right here." You start off slow at first, almost too slow as you kitten lick at his tip, resisting the urge to shove him into your mouth as your tongue catches the beads of precum already coming from him. Sejanus grips the arms of his chair, holding in a moan as your hand wraps around the base of his cock, motioning it up and down slowly. You swirl your tongue on the head, eyes batting up at the pretty boy. Part of you figured Sej would get too impatient and give in to his primal desires, fucking your mouth till you're crying.

But Sej is holding off today. Better than normal. And it's starting to piss you off. You long to feel his warm hands hold your head, keeping it still as he uses your mouth or even better, controlling your head, pulling at your eye and spewing out his usual praises. You don't even realize that you moan out loud from the mere thought, but Sej probably thinks it's just from your current actions. Right?

"Don't think you begged for this sweetheart," he mumbles, tilting his head to the side as he watches your lips wrap around the head of his cock, sucking on it nice and slow. His thighs tense and you start to bob your head on his thick cock, only going down about halfway as you jerk the rest of him at the same, tantalizing speed.

Sejanus would think to himself about how right you are about him. He wants to take control of your pretty mouth. He wants to make sure his come ends up spilling into the back of your throat with his hands holding your head down on him. But he thinks about how desperate you were earlier. How you were rubbing his thigh in the middle of a meeting, whispering, "sej, you know what I really need?" And him and his utter obliviousness in the moment had the gall to ask you what. "I need your cock on my tongue. It feels so nice there, missed it, I've missed it," and he wanted to laugh because he remembers just two nights ago when you had it last.

His breath hitches when you pull away, gathering the saliva in your mouth to spit directly onto his cock, your hand rubbing it in before you take him back in his mouth. You take more of him, letting him choke out a moan before pulling completely off again.

"Fuck, do that again," Sej says, mouth parted, eyes focused only on you.

"You gonna beg?" Sej wants to wipe your beautiful smirk off of your face at that, but he doesn't have time to say much as you tap the tip against your lips, pushing your head back down on him. You continue a steady rhythm of hollowing your cheeks and sucking up and down on his cock. The noises are filthy, so incredibly filthy and you know Sej can't get enough of it. He's gripping the arms of the chair tighter, throwing his head back against the wall and not holding his moans back anymore.

When you feel his hips stir, it's the slightest movement, but you take that opportunity to add in your hand, gently playing with his balls as you take him as deep as you can. You start to pull your mouth off again to continue messing with him.

Sej bucks his hips up into your mouth before you make it halfway off his dick, "Hmph, fuck, fuck, I can't fuckin' do this," he'd albeit growl out as his hands finally find purchase in your burning cheeks, guiding your head up and down his dick.

"You're always a fuckin' tease, even though you're the one who begged for this. If you wanted me to use your mouth you should've said that instead, but you're..." he trails off as your hands grip onto his thighs, nails digging into the flesh. Sej groans, clearing his throat,

"You're a tease, my little tease, but..." Sej grunts, smiling at the way you moan around his cock, "yeah, I know baby. You're lovin' huh? Love takin' my cock, I know," he'd coo, almost like he's trying to mock you but Sej always sounded too sweet for that.

Your eyes start to water as Sej pushes your head down, your mouth taking all of his cock before he feels your throat contract and he's pulling your head up as you let out a cough. He's panting, rubbing your temples, "good baby, good. 'm proud, almost there, 'm close, c'mere."

Sej lets you take his dick back into your mouth of your own accord, your lips slick as you intend to suck the life out of him. He feels your tongue prod at the vein running up his cock and he bites back a groan, causing you to press your nails harder into his thigh. He hisses out, "fuck, sorry, I know you like my sounds, I know."

Sej was always a rambler when he got close and it made you want to smile but you were so focused on how good it felt to have his cock in your mouth, you barely even hear what he's saying.

"Don't know why I don't do this ev'ry night. Fuck, are you droolin'? Droolin' for my cock now, are you kiddin' me? Fuck...shit," Sej groans louder, his abdomen tensing as he slowly begins to let himself thrust up into your warm wet mouth, "wantin' me to use you like a toy. A good toy. But you're not a toy, you're my baby. You're my fuckin' baby," Sej mutters, a louder moan escaping his lips. You whine, tears starting to fall from your eyes, his dick hitting the back of your throat.

"Mmm...ah...'m cummin', baby, take it all, better take it all," Sej almost whispers before he grunts, his cock twitching in the heat of your mouth, spilling into you. Sej watches you with a dazed look as you squeeze your eyes shut, taking his load in your mouth and starting to swallow around him. Sej helps you move back, rubbing your temples again as you sputter out, swallowing and whining at his taste.

Through your tears, you see his cock dripping what you couldn't get into your mouth and you lurch forward to taste it. Sej's hands keep you from doing so and a lazy smile plays at his lips when you deliver him your signature pout. "I love you," he says, holding your cheek in his big hand, wiping right under your eye, his smile making it easy to smile right back at him.

"I love you too." Sejanus taps his thumb under your eye and then guides you back to his cock, giving you his prettiest grin as you lick up the rest of his release, "you're insane," he whispers.

"That's why you love me."

let's chat about sej here :)

[st0nesnglitter]

CAN WE HAVE MORE STONER!SEJANUS 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽 maybe some hcs?? do u think reader got him into smoking or vice versa bc i could see it both ways. love ur writing !!!!!!

hmm okay this is based on vibes only, i’m also not a stoner so idek if this makes sense

STONER SEJ <3

I think he had heard of weed in Two, probably a luxury that farmers from Eleven sold to Peacekeepers on the black market

But it’s another culture shock when he comes to the Capitol

In my mind theres dispensary-esque shops, of course much more luxurious

And with the stress of moving, learning proper etiquette, being constantly reminded that he’s district, he decides to try it

His stressed mind is finally calm, his loud thoughts quiets down <3

And let me say this: Sejanus with a joint in his hand is unbelievably hot

Eyes a little hooded, the hint of red making the specks of green in his eyes pop, faint smile etched onto his lips

Plus it makes him bold

Fingers tracing patterns into your skin, pushing your hair out of your face, grinning whenever your eyes widen

Probably has this very expensive and complicated grinder but prefers doing it in an old chipped bowl tbh

Comes over when you’re home alone for the weekend, hand dipping into his pocket and pulling out a little ziplock bag and smiling brightly

If you’re a newbie he’d be so helpful, explaining and showing everything. He’d hold the joint for you, moving it away when he deemed you’d had enough

Really careful to not green you out, since his tolerance is way higher

And if you don’t like smoking he’ll buy you your favorite snacks as edibles, always having some on-hand in case you come over unannounced

He doesn’t mean to be a sap, but his absolute favorite thing in the world is watching TV with you, stoned

Even if you don’t partake, he just wants to be with you <3

He just feels like his true self, no anger and no stress

And wants to spend that time, feeling like himself, with you

Oh and his Ma always keeps the house stocked with snacks, homemade and bought, so when his/your munchies kick in you’re sorted

Side note: he definitely has a projector and plays movies on his wall, or ceiling

[melminli]

reader: oh, come on! your name is literally coriol-ANUS, how can u not be into butt stuff??

coriolanus, very annoyed: wtf r u talking about? that doesn't mean shit. sejanus has anus in his name, too, and isn't into that kinda stuff so therefore your stupid argument is wrong

sejanus, hesitating slightly: well, actually...

(this sounded funnier in my head, but yk what it's still pretty funny)

[crowncrown]

THE HUNGER GAMES SPOILERS AHEAD !!!

The Katniss and Lucy Grey parallels are beautiful. Really. But I believe that it’s slightly off.

Katniss is a hunter. She goes in the games prepared (at least physically) and can handle herself fairly well. She’s a fighter if she has to be. Lucy Grey on the other hand is a performer. She kills almost no one and stays in hiding because that’s not what she is physically capable of doing.

The true parallel here? Lucy Grey and Peeta. Kindhearted, soft, beautiful creatures that would’ve never made it through the games without intervention. They both “cheated” their way to victory because the love they carry moves people.

So who is meant to parallel Katniss? Sejanus! They’re strong souls. They speak their mind and loudly oppose the games while others back down. But Snow was far too focused on the small similarities (that still very much exist don’t get me wrong!) between Lucy Grey and Katniss that he becomes hyper focused. Snow is incredibly intelligent but has proven time and time again to develop tunnel vision and miss details because he’s too zoomed in to be able to see the big picture anymore. The second Katniss reminds him of Lucy Grey, he starts mixing their personalities. Haunted by the past of his love for her, he ultimately loses because he tries to predict Katniss in the way he would’ve predicted Lucy Grey.

If only he had seen that she far more favored his best friend.

[blank-potato]

I Would Follow Him Anywhere

Pairing: Sejanus Plinth x Coriolanus Snow

Summary:

"No matter how mad life here in the Capitol drove me, he would always be there. My Coryo." - A drabble about Sejanus being in love with his Coryo~

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I thought he was pretty, no, beautiful, perfect even. He was a reminder that no matter where I went, no matter how mad life here in the Capitol drove me, he would always be there, my Coryo.

Being district, being different in this world of privilege and excess is unbearable, but when I’m with him it’s like I can breathe, like there’s some semblance of peace. Like I could feel normal again or at least close to it.

We’ve kissed. We’ve kissed quite a lot. It always starts innocently, studying in his room or a rendezvous between classes, his lips like the softest silk, a tender promise of love amidst the chaos. He’s truly beautiful, hauntingly so. My heart aches with a desire, telling me to just reach out and touch him. To reach out and hold him. The first time being so tentative, so delicate, I feared that he might shatter under my touch.

“Let me see you, Sejanus,” he whispered, and I melted at his words.

I would follow him anywhere.

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All that he has and yet he spits in the face of it.

He’s like some lovesick puppy. I knew from the moment I saw him, from the way he looked at me, that he was different.

I give him everything, my attention, my “love”, my loyalty.

We’ve kissed once or twice. He kissed me like a man starved, like a man without water, and I was his oasis.

To him, I was Coryo, his Coryo.

He would follow me anywhere.