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Officer Snow: Part 2

THE OFFICER

Summary: Coriolanus goes to District 2 for officer training, as a gap year before returning to the Capitol to study under Dr Gaul. There he finds you.

Your devotion to your little cousin, reminds him of the only love he has ever known.

warnings: Dead Dove do not eat, stalking, emotional abuse, obsession, Coryo being de lu lu, power imbalance.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

AN: Yall wanted insufferable Snow, and I feel as if I delivered. Also curl supremacy. Yall got buzz cut Commander Snow, I want curls officer snow.

Word count: 13,453

 Coriolanus Snow felt peace for the first time in his life.

He didn’t have to worry about where his next meal was coming from. Grandma’am and Tigres were back safe in the Capitol, living the life of a Snow. He didn’t need to worry about their next meal either. 

His path was clear before him. Now all he had to do was enjoy district 2. The Vongurts treated him like a son, he excelled at his officer duties, and his heart felt light thinking about you. 

Not heavy like it did when he thought of Lucy-Gray. He thought he loved her. But her love was like a weight upon him. You offered him comfort. A quiet sense of understanding. 

Lucy-Gray looked out for herself. You looked out for others. You needed him. Once Lucy-Gray was set free in the woods, she no longer needed Coriolanus and their relationship fell apart. 

It felt good to be needed. The dependence offered a security that Coriolanus needed to allow his defences down. 

He had only been interested in people who could offer him protection and power, but now he could look for someone who offered more than that. You offered a home. Not in the sense of four walls and a roof, but in the warmth you offered.

He wanted to nurture it. To ensure that it was always readily available to him. 

The sooner you accepted him as your man, the sooner he could rest in you. 

Coriolanus rushes from the training yard to the showers. He gets the first stall and quickly washes the dirt and sweat from his body. He wished he had some body wash so he could smell nice for you. He would have to get Tigres to send him some. 

For now he quickly washes and dresses into his off duty uniform which consists of dark blue pants and a matching long-sleeve shirt. He grabs his satchel on the way out, pushing past his fellow officers and the questioning of his rush.

He is first in the dinner line, moving quickly through it. He packs the crumbed chicken and vegetables between fresh bread and returns the tray to its place. 

By the time most men stagger through to line up, coriolanus is walking out the door. 

He eats his dinner as he walks to your house, not wanting to lose a second. He would only have a few hours before he had to be back at the compound and in bed for the next day. 

His next round of officer assessment determined his right to have a car. 

It will be a welcomed change from the long walk. Still his feet felt light as they walked to you. 

The time passed painlessly with the knowledge he would soon be knocking on your door, and you would greet him with your shy, soft smile. 

He looked forward to seeing Loretta too. He never paid much attention to children before, but Loretta was different. Too cute, too cheeky. He could see why you lavished affection on her. He couldn’t wait until he could get her back to the Capitol. The finest dresses would be ordered, more toys than she could play with, sweets at command. 

Crassus was the same. At least from what he could remember. He would be the provider. It would be up to him to ensure that his loved ones had everything they needed, or wanted. 

Coriolanus was a very spoiled child before the war, and his mother was always covered in diamonds. But Crassus' love came with a firm grip. Coriolanus supposed his did too. 

Love was too crippling to be allowed free reign. He had learnt that in district 12. It was love that caused all the trouble. It was love that sent Lucy-Gray into the arena. It was his love that she survived the area. Sejanus’s love that led him after Coirolanus to district 12. Spruces love for his sister that led the rebellion plot, and the destruction that followed. 

If Coriolanus was going to love you, he had to control you. To ensure you never swayed him in the wrong direction. 

Your house came into view. The soft yellow light that illuminated it amongst the dark called to him, and he quickens his footsteps to reach your door. 

He takes a deep breath before knocking.

Nervous and excitement fill him waiting for you to answer. Maybe you didn’t hear, so he tried again. 

He hears no movement behind the door to indicate that you were coming to him, so he knocked more forcibly. Still, seconds pass and the door does not open. 

He knows you are in there. Where else would you be?

He tries knocking again, this time calling out your name to let you know it was him. 

He grew frustrated, reaching into his bag to pull out the key he had made. It was wildly expensive to do so but he was now glad he took the time and effort. 

The door is swung wide to see you sitting at the table with your cousin in your arms. What look like homework sat on top of the wood. 

You unclutch Lorreta from your chest and place her back in her seat so you could stand and face him. 

He closes the door behind him as he enters the room. 

“You couldn’t hear me knocking”, he asks, irritated. 

“What are you doing here?”, you demand. 

“I’ve come to check on my girls”, he smiles at Loretta, reaching into his bag and pulls out the giant lollipop from the candy store. 

The little girl perks up at the sight of it, but you remain as a blockage in his way. 

“How did you get in?” you question in disbelief. 

He offers you a soft smile as he comes near, trying to show you he meant no harm. 

“Lorretta was very brave yesterday so I thought we could give her the lollipop early.”

“Get out of my house” you quake. 

He wanted to show you that you didn’t have to be so brave. That you could rely on him and retreat into your soft and feminine energy. All you have known is self reliance, it must be different now to rest in him. He understood, Tigres still worked for the awful Fabricia whatnot who used her as a slave. Change could be difficult. 

Coriolanus approached with small, soft steps coming just before you and holding out the lollipop to Loretta. 

“I have something for you as well”, he says. His hand goes to your hip as he leans across the table to hand Loretta her prize. 

The little girl takes it in her small hands but you snap out and yank it away from her. Your quick reaction triggered Coriolanus' reflexes and he took your wrist in a tight hold, cementing it to the wooden table. 

The little girl shrinks back into her seat, her lip quivers in fright but she makes no sound until she can gather from you what the situation is. 

He looks at you puzzled as you freeze in place. The lollipop is still tight in your clutches, and your eyes are trained on him in a way he did not like. 

“What’s the matter?”, he asks, “it’s just a lollipop”. 

You look at it still in its plastic wrapper from the shop. He couldn’t have done anything to it and got it back in the original wrapper like that. You then look at Lorretta whose anxiety levels were tied to yours. 

You smile gently at her, trying to defuse the situation. She had already been through so much. You would try and shield her when you could. 

“Do you want me to open it for you?”, you question her in the softest voice you could manage. 

“I dont want it”. Lorreta says, sensing the danger but not fully understanding. 

You wiggle your wrist in Coirolanus’s tight hold causing him to gently release you. 

Now free, you bring the wrapper to your lips and undo the plastic twist. 

“I’ll have it then”, you tease. Coriolanus smiles. You were so sweet. So playful. He wanted to kiss you. 

“Wait”, Lorretta protests, holding out her hand. Her lip no longer quivered and her eyes sparkled at the colourful swirls. 

“It’s mine”, she whinged. 

You pass her the lollie and it goes straight between her little teeth. 

“Go to your playroom”, you command, “Don’t run around with it. Sit at your table and don’t come out until I come get you”. 

“But you said I cant have food in there”, Loretta questions. 

You grew frustrated with her, taking a deep breath to keep calm. 

“Tonight is fine. I have to speak to the officer here. Go now”.

Loretta jumps from the chair, going on her way. 

“Thank you”, Loretta says to Coriolanus. 

Coriolanus winks at her as she makes her way to her playroom. 

“You’re welcome”, he smiles. 

You step away from coriolanus to shut the door of the playroom before stepping the few feet back to the table. 

“What do you want”, you demand in a tense voice. 

“I told you, I came to check on you. On both of you”, he reaches into his bag, pulling out a little white bag filled with hard lollies, “Sweet gums, your favorite”.

He holds them out to you but you don’t take them.

“Is everything alright? You look pale”, he puts the lollies back in his bag using his hands to reach out to you and direct you into a kitchen chair. You fold into it robotically, your hands clutch the arms of the chair and Coriolanus remains bended over you. 

“Whatever you have planned”, you quake, “My cousin is right there”. 

“I don’t have anything planned”, Coriolanus contends. He takes his bag off around his shoulder and slings it over the chair behind you, before standing tall. 

“I’ll make you a cup of tea. Just sit there”, he tells you. 

You watch him as he goes to the kitchen, filling your pot with water from the tap and lighting the stove. He goes next to the top cupboard where you keep your dinnerware and pulls down an old, green mug. 

“Do you have milk or sugar?”, he asks, taking a tea bag from its tin on the counter. He would have to get you proper loose leaf tea and a proper tea pot. 

“How do you know where everything is?”

“It’s a kitchen”, he deflects, “Not many places things can be”.

For good measure, he deliberately opens the wrong draw looking for a spoon, before the right one. 

“Milk? Sugar?”, he asks once more. 

“How did you know sweet gums were my favorite?” you pester, “have you been following me?”.

“I asked the shop keep”, Coriolanus sighs. 

“And how did you get through a locked door?”. 

“It was open”, he lies, “I’ve answered your questions. Why don’t you answer mine”. 

“I don’t want tea”, you spit. 

“That’s still not an answer to my question”, Coirolanus exasperated. 

“Milk, no sugar”, you answer. 

He goes to the fridge, pulling out the milk for your tea, and mixing it gently with a spoon into the cup. 

The items are left on the counter as he brings it over to you. 

Your hands had gone from the chair to knot in front of your stomach. He hated to see you so anxious. He wasn’t sure how to ease you. Only time could do that. 

“There you are”, he says, placing the cup down in front of you and taking a seat. 

“How is your eye feeling?” he asks you. 

The swelling of your eye had gone down, but the bruise had turned into a painful looking purple colour. 

Coriolanus leans forward resting on his knees towards you when you don’t answer.  You wouldn’t look at him but he was determined to meet your eye.

“I’ve told Mrs Vongurt”, you told him, “She is going to speak to the Commander”. 

There was an underlying threat there but it was missed between your shrunken frame and small voice. 

“The Commander and I have already spoken”, he announced, “He has given us his blessing”. 

Your eyes shoot up at him in disbelief.

“You’re lying. He wouldn’t do that”, you insisted. 

“Why is that surprising?”. Coriolanus was almost insulted that you felt the Commander wouldn’t entrust you to him. 

Your chest began to get heavy with breaths, and your eyes darted from Coriolanus around the room. 

“He didn’t” you say again. 

“He did”, Coriolanus promises, “I spoke to him this morning”. 

This upsets you greatly. Like Loretta, your lips quivered and your eyes filled with tears that threatened to spill. 

“I am so stupid”, you blubbered. 

Coriolanus reaches out to take your arms into his hold. 

‘’Why?” he asks. To him you have done nothing wrong. He couldn’t understand why you were now crying. 

“For thinking I meant anything to him”, you say bringing your hands up to your face to cover your embarrassment. 

“I’ve been with him for seven years. You’ve been here less than a year, and he gives me to you like I am a dog”, you let out a loud sob which has Coriolanus pulling his chair closer, trying to work you into a position against his shoulder. 

“Shh”, he whispered. He eyes the playroom door, worried Lorreta would hear you crying and come out. 

You are stiff as he holds you. One hand at the back of your head and one arm across your shoulders holding you close. 

“Of course you matter”, he tells you, “he only wants what's best for you.”

Your hands turn from your face to press against his shoulder, in an attempt to get away. 

Coriolanus loses his hold, and you move from him to slump over the table. 

He rubs your back as you cry. He couldn’t work it out. This arrangement benefited you. 

“Shh”, he tells you once more, “Everything is alright”. 

“Please, sir” you whimper against the table, “Please just don’t hurt me or Lorretta”.

“Stop”, he ordered in a harsh voice, “You’re being silly. Sit up”. 

You follow his command sitting straight up in your chair with a red face. 

Your breaths are still heavy but there wasn’t much he could do to stop that. 

“I told you, didn’t I?”, he questions, “I am going to look after you and Loretta from now on. So where would you get the idea that I plan to hurt you from?”.

“You’re a peacekeeper. It’s what you do”, you accuse. 

“I don’t plan to be a peacekeeper for long. I have bigger plans than running a district one day”. 

He reaches up to the back of your neck, rubbing his thumb along the skin. 

“Please, stop crying. Take a breath, you’re fine”, he promises. 

With his spare hand he reaches out to wipe the falling tears, being careful not to press down on your bruise. 

“Please leave, please”, you beg. 

“I am not going anywhere. Drink your tea”,  he pushes the cup closer, but you make no attempt to pick it up. 

Instead you grasp his coat in desperation, your hold is weak and your hands shake slightly. 

“Please, officer” you cry, “Please I have money, jewelry. Whatever you want, just please leave us be”.

The door to the playroom creaks open as Coriolanus goes to reproach you. Lorretta peaks her head out, her lollipop still in hand but now white on the parts she had sucked on. 

Coriolanus unhooks your hands from his coat, bringing them down to rest on his thigh out of sight. You don’t turn in your state, but shut your eyes and try to remain quiet. 

“Everything is fine, Loretta”, Coriolanus calls in the nicest voice he could muster, “Go back and shut the door”.

Her head retreats under Coriolanus' stare and the door is gently closed shut. His attention turns back to you who remains in the same state. 

“You’re talking nonsense”, he scolds you, “and scaring Loretta for no reason”.

‘‘So you plan to ‘take care of us’ with nothing in return?”, you scoff, opening your eyes to look at him. 

His hand goes to the side of your face, stilling you in his sight. 

A smile tugs at his lips but he urges it to stay hidden given the current tension. 

“I love you”, he tells you, “and one day I hope that you love me back”. 

You let out a breathy sound. Your expression told him of your shock before your brows furrow and your parted lips closed into a tight line. 

“If you touch Loretta, I’ll kill you”, you threaten. 

His smile reaches across his face. How he loved your fierce protectiveness. You would never let anything happen to her, even if it cost you everything. Your love was so pure. So untainted. You love without expectation. He had only ever seen it once before in Tigres. 

“Nothing is going to happen to her. To either of you”, he promises. 

He leans his head forward closer to your lips and gently but firmly kisses you. 

You don’t move. Staying still as he moves his hands to your waist and rests his head against where your neck and collarbone meet.

He rests quietly for a few moments before checking his watch and sighing. 

His head is lifted from you, and he raises from his chair. 

“I have to go”, he tells you.

He reaches to the back of your chair for his bag, digging out the packet of lollies and throwing them on the table. 

“I’ll be back tomorrow night. Please answer the door when I knock”, he asks. 

He holds out his hand to you, expecting you to follow. “Show me out?”, he states. 

You do take his hand and follow him to the door. 

It thrills you when he opens it and steps out onto the porch. His hold loosening as he goes. 

“Tell Lorretta I said goodbye”, he tells you. You  nod your head yes but would pass no such comment back. 

He holds your hand between both of his, leaning in to place a kiss on your cheek.

“Sweet dreams”, he cooed. 

With a soft smile, and a final touch of his thumb to your lips, Coriolanus slips away into the night. 

You slam the door after him. Locking it back up, although you knew it wouldn’t keep him out. 

For the past four months, Coriolanus had been on autopilot. Offer training gave him a routine he didn’t have to think about. 

But now he was out of his slump, much to the joy of Dr Gaul. During their calls, she spoke of his future, the importance of keeping the Games alive, and Coirolanus' part in doing so. 

When he told her he would be president, she laughed. He would not be left an Officer, and he would not remain a game maker. When he returned, he would move towards presidency. 

Dr Gaul congratulated him. Mockingly calling him President Snow. She would help, she contended, so long as the games reached a height like never before under him. 

He made no promises, but Dr Gaul’s mind already raced with next steps. Time was up before she finished muttering and Coriolanus hung up the phone without a goodbye. 

As soon as he leaves the room, he is told Commander Vongurt wants to see him in his office by a lower ranking Peacekeeper. 

It irritated Coriolanus, where once it would have delighted him. The walk to your house took an hour in the large district. He had already wasted time talking to Dr Gaul. He would be able to stay only a short time before he had to leave again. 

Still, he goes to his commander's office, who’s door was unusually opened. 

Coriolanus shuts it behind him as he enters, and Commander Vongurt looks up from his work. 

“Y/n didn’t show up to work today”, he states as soon as his eyes land on Coriolanus.

“Does she have to now?”, Coriolanus asks, taking an uninvited seat in front of the desk. 

This was good news to him. It must mean you were leaning into relying on him. 

“She would have said something. She wouldn’t have just not turned up like this. Did you tell her not to come?’, the man quizzes. 

Coriolanus shook his head. He didn’t think of it. 

“No sir. I talked to her last night. Told her I would take care of things from now on”, he admitted. 

“I would still like her to work at the manor. For as long as possible before you leave. Mrs Vongurt’s nerves are shot. She doesn’t like change”, Vongurt explains. 

“I’ll let her know,” Coriolanus confirmed, standing up once more, “I was just on my way to see her before you called me to your office”. 

The Commander nods, picking up his pen again, “You can take my car. I will be here for a while still”, he offers. 

“Really?” Coriolanus buzzes. 

“Of course, son”, Vongurt reaches into the draw, "what did you score on your driving test?”, he questions holding the key tight in his hand. 

“96”, Coriolanus answers. He grinded the gears twice, and swiped a curb trying to park, but other than that perfect. 

“You scratch it and you’ll be cleaning the whole compound’s boots for a month”, the keys are thrown to coriolanus who catches them. 

The threat was empty and brought a sense of familiarity that warmed him. 

“Thank you, Sir” Coriolanus praised. 

The commander smirks thinking about how nice the father-son relationship felt. A sadness nubbed at him knowing that he will never be able to do this with his real son, and that Coriolanus would soon disappear to the Capitol. 

“Don’t be out all night”, he directs, focusing on his work, “be back before lights out or i’ll send the guards to get my car back”. 

“Yes, sir”, coriolanus assured. 

The Commanders car was nice. He had it cleaned every day. When Coriolanus was president, he would buy the Commander a new car for each month of the year. 

The hour walk was turned into a twelve minute drive. Coriolanus was determined to pass the next round of officer training and get one of his own. 

This time when he knocks on the door, you answer within a few seconds. 

“Hello”, he greets. 

You don’t answer but do step out of his way so he could enter. 

Dinner was on the table, but Loretta was nowhere in sight. 

“Where’s Loretta?” Coriolanus asks. 

“She is staying at a friends for a couple of days”, you tell him. 

“Which friends?”. This fact annoyed him. He wanted Loretta to like him. How was he going to do that if she wasn’t around? 

“You’re early”, you deflect. 

“Y/n, who are the friends?” he hated when you ignored his questions. 

“You dont know them”. 

“That’s not what I asked you”, he fumed. 

“Why do you want to know?”, you defend. Did you not trust him to be kind to her? Have you hid her from him deliberately? 

“Because we are going to bring her home”, he knew she wouldn’t be too far. You both still sleep in the same bed together. You would want her close. 

“I don’t want you around her”, you admit. 

“You think I would hurt her?”, he scoffs, “I am trying to give her a better life. Both of you”. 

“You’re crazy”, you denounced, stepping back away from him. 

“Who are the friends?”, he asks again. 

He racked his brain, thinking who it could be. He had never seen you with friends. You have stopped to talk to people but never been over affectionate. Not enough to entrust your cousin. He knew she still had to be in the community. 

He didn’t like that you didn’t trust him. You weren’t relying on him, you were fleeing. He wanted to show you that he could be trusted, and did love the both of you. You loved your cousin, Coriolanus wanted to be the only one you entrusted her too. 

It would be different if you sent her off so you and coriolanus could be alone. But this was pure contempt. 

When you don’t answer his question, he turns back to the door going back outside and storming towards the neighbours house. 

You watched him go from your doorstep until he climbed the steps of your neighbour, and began banging on their door. 

You rush over, reaching him on the step as your neighbour answered. 

“What are you doing?”, you scold him. 

He ignores you, talking solely to the man in front of him. 

“Is Loretta here?”, he inquired. 

“No, sir, no”, the man quivered enough to make Coriolanus believe him so he moved on down the steps. 

He hears the quiet turning of the lock as the door shuts behind him. 

You latch on to his arm, trying to pull him back. He knew he was heading in the right direction.

“Stop it. Leave her alone”, you demand.

“What is the matter with you?” Coriolanus spits, shaking you off.

“If you think you can hide even a piece of yourself from me, you are sorely mistaken”. 

He reaches the next house, pounding on the door with more force than necessary. 

He pounds again when it goes unanswered. A woman this time with a baby on her hip. She looks at you before going back to him. 

“Officer?” she questions. 

He presents calmer to a mother. He would find Loretta before the night was over, there was no need to hassle a mother with an infant. 

“Evening, Ma’am. I am looking for Lorretta Harrison”, Coriolanus addresses. 

The mother looks at you again before answering. “I am sorry Officer. I haven’t seen her”. 

He nods, despite knowing she knew more than that. 

“Very well. Have a nice night”, he bids. 

You follow him down the steps. The door this time lingering before it was shut. 

“Please, please”, you beg, “Just leave her. Just for tonight”. 

Your hands grip his sleeve again but he continues walking. 

The neighbors door opens before Coriolanus could knock and a man steps out, closing it behind him. 

“Officer, how can I help?”, he asks, 

“Lorretta Harrison” Coriolanus states. 

“Saw Bernadette picking her up from school. But I couldn’t tell ya where she was now for certain”, the man answers. 

“Matthew”, you gasp. You were surprised how quickly you were sold out. 

“Y/n, i got kids upstairs”, Matthew pointed out, “I aint lying to an officer for you”. 

“I’ve got a kid too”, you bite. 

“Where does she live? Bernadette?”, Coriolanus pushed. 

“End of the road. Green house”. 

With new direction, Coriolanus takes off with you hot on his tail. 

You unknowingly lead the way trying to get there before him. 

“Officer, it wont happen again”, you tell him, “I am sorry. Please, leave her”.

“No, it won’t happen again”, Coriolanus seethes. 

The green house comes into view. You reach for him again, but this time he takes your arm into his hand, tugging you along to his fast pace. 

“How dare you?”, he fumed. 

He pounds on the correct door this time and you beg them not to answer. 

Bernadette does, eyes wide in bewilderment at you two before her. 

“Where is she?”, he demands, 

“Where’s who, officer?”, Bernadette tries. 

Coriolanus lets go of you to push past the door. 

The space was bigger than yours. Toys littered the floor, and they even had a TV in the living room. 

“The children are sleeping, sir. Please”, Bernadette speaks up. 

Coriolanus walks down the narrow hall, going to the only closed door and opening it gently. 

He hears you crying to Bernadette, explaining what was going on. 

Five children sleep squished in the same bed. Lorretta was the smallest amongst them. Second from the outside. 

He is quiet as he approaches. Lifting the blanket and picking up the small child who stirs but doesnt wake. 

She was light in his arms. Nestling into him. He briefly imagines his own children in the future.  He always wanted to have children. Even from a young agee. Once he showed you what a good father he could be, surely, you would grow to trust him. 

He re-enters into the light, back to the living room where you stood with Bernadette. Shifting the weight of Loretta into one arm, he reaches for the throw resting decoratively on the back of the couch, and throws it over the sleeping child to protect her from the cold. 

“Come on”, he tells you. 

Bernadette tries to talk to him in a hushed tone but Coriolanus makes no effort to listen, going to the door. He knew you would follow. 

You did. Racing out after him. 

“Please, sir” you say softly, ‘Can I have her?”. 

He stops in his tracks, turning back to look at you in the darkness. 

“You and Loretta are mine now. Don’t do this again”, he scolds. 

“I won’t. I am sorry. Please, can I have her?”. 

You hold your arms out expecting but he continues on with her. He could feel the people in their houses peeking from their windows at him. 

Your door was left open from when you dashed out after him so he was able to walk freely through. You never allow too much space when he holds your cousin in his arms. When he meets the bedroom door, you open it for him, allowing him into your space. 

You pull back the covers of the bedspread so that he could place Loretta down. He does so, gently, kneeling on the bed to place her in the center so she doesn’t roll off. 

He feels your hand on his shoulder tugging him away once she was down. 

Following your direction, he flips the blanket over her and retreats from the bed back outside. You shut the door quietly, your hand stilling on the door knob, and your eyes trained on the wood once it was closed.

“The Commander told me you didn’t turn up for work today”, Coriolanus addressed the next issue. 

You are still and quiet, not moving as you muttered. 

“He killed my parents, you would think there would be some sort of loyalty owed”. 

Coriolanus grabbed your arm, yanking you to look at him. 

“What?’ Coriolanus questions, “You need to be there tomorrow. You threw Mrs Vongurt into a fit when you didn’t arrive today”. 

“Why should I?”, you provoke with more tears in your eyes.

“Because I’ve told you to”, Coriolanus answers, “The Vongurts care about you, no matter what you currently think”.

“They care about you. Their lost son”.

“We can both be important to them”, he says in a soft voice. His temper now cooled with his task accomplished and your fresh tears. 

“You need to go to work tomorrow, okay”, he tells you softly. 

You nod as his hand comes up to brush your tears.  

Pulling back, you attempt to pass him, but Coriolanus stops you with a tight hold. 

“Where are you going?”, he asks you. 

“I need to sit” you say weakly. 

He sways you to the nearest chair, sitting down before you and pulling you onto his lap. 

You felt as if you could throw up. Your hands clutch the table top to keep you steady.

 “You can trust me”, he gently says, “trust me”, he implores. 

“You’re crazy”, you state. 

You fight to rise from him while trying not to make a sound that would wake Loretta. 

“Settle, sweetheart, settle”, he ushers, “You’ll wake Loretta”. 

“Let go of me”, you demand of him but his strong arms keep you against him. 

“Be quiet. You’ll wake her”, Coriolanus hushes. 

You fail to break free, sitting back down on his lap. 

Coriolanus laughs quietly as you settle back down, resting his head against the back of your shoulder. 

His laughing turned into a soft groan as he rolled his head across your shoulder blade as if he was shaking his head. 

“I have never met such a stubborn woman before”, he thinks back to Tigres and remembers maybe he has. 

“All I want is to take care of you”, he vows. 

“I don’t need you too”, you begin to wiggle again but his hold around you gets too tight. 

Coriolanus raises his head so he could speak more clearly to you. 

“You think you don’t” he says, “Only because you’ve never had anyone”.

His hands move from being wrapped around you to rubbing up and down your bare arms. 

They stop upon your shoulders, tugging you back against him. His hair tickles you as it meets your skin. 

His right hand reaches out to your knee and begins to slide up under your dress. You gasp as he does it, quickly closing your legs from his assault. His left hand came and yanked them back open again. 

“Don’t please”, you beg. 

“Have you had anyone take care of you ever?” he teases, “I bet you haven’t”. 

His fingers rest on your inner thigh, rubbing the skin there softly. 

“Don’t” you say again, your hands claw at his under your dress. 

He grabs a fistfull of your hair yanking back into his shoulder. 

“Sit still”, he ordered. 

You wanted to scream but it wouldn’t make its way from your throat. 

“Put your hands around my neck”, he orders but you continue to scratch and pull blindly at him. 

He pinches the skin of your inner thigh. Your knee goes to close on reflex but his strong hand latches out and keeps it wide open. 

“Bernadatte could find herself in a lot of trouble with the law. She had a few kids, it would be such a shame”. 

“You wouldn’t”, you quiver, but your hands stop scratching. 

You feel him nod into you, giving you the answer. 

As your hands go to his neck, Coriolanus slides his hand further up to the edge of your underwear and inserts his hand underneath. 

“Wait, don’t” you say a bit too loudly. 

“Keep quiet. You don’t want Loretta to see you like this, do you?”, he scolds. 

You’re dry as he first enters you. He quickly works to stimulate you. His long, slim fingers massage your tender flesh. Your head wasn’t it in, he could tell. You were in some far off place and needed to bring you back so you could enjoy his work. 

“How's it feel?”, he quizzes you. 

“Stop”, you tell him. At least he knew you were back in the room. 

Your fingertips curl into the skin of his neck. In an attempt to hurt him or just because you were anxious, he didn’t know. 

“Am I going to be the first man to ever fuck you?”, he asks. He hopes the answer is yes. 

He feels you jerk your knee in his left hand. He slides his hand up and pinches the skin of your left thigh. He did it again, enjoying the way your body jolts each time. 

‘I think so”, he says to his own question.  

He feels your core begin to heat up, the wetness soon to follow. 

Your hands slip from his neck, earning you another two pinches. They go back up, this time griping just below his neck on his shoulders. 

“Slide them up. Up into my hair”, he breathed, beginning to get hot and bothered himself. 

Your fingers twist into his curls at the back of his head. The tension almost made him come alone. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt this good. 

You make a pathic sound when his finger tapped into your well. He slides your thickness around your folds. His touch now teases as he runs his finger through you by never with enough friction. 

 He starts to pump in and out of you as he speaks, softly and slowly. 

“You want to know how I am going to fuck you?”, he asks. 

You did not, rolling your head so you were away from him. 

“Hard and long. Over every surface, in every position” he promises.

Your fingers tense in his hair. If his locks weren’t so thick, you would have torn them from his head. 

“How’s that feel?” he asks once more, as your hips push away from his touch, “better then when you do it yourself?”.

“Don’t”, you mutter. 

He switches to two fingers, circling your clint. 

“Stay still, sweetheart”, he commands when you push back against him, trying to invade his touch. 

You choke out a sob as he continues. He shushes you, picking up pace that makes you convulse. 

“Stay still”, he reminds you. 

You huff out as if you were wounded. Sucking in large breaths and panting them out. He relished the sound. 

He knew the motions well. A couple of late night Capitol parties back in the Academy had taught him well over the years. He had never been truly present like this before. He had bigger issues, like hunger and financial strain. But for appearance sake, he flattered girls he had no interest in, and took them to the nearest free bedroom, or alleyway. 

But you mattered. He wanted to feel every muscle as it moved to his touch. He wanted to hear every sound he could elicit. The other woman clung to him for their own pleasure. Greedy hands, and desperate bucking. You were pure, moving away from his touch. You had little time to think about pleasure with the weight of the world on your shoulders. But he wanted to show you how much pleasure was out there. How much he could give you. 

While other women your age were at parties, listening to a broke, blonde haired man whisper cheap lies, you were working to put food on the table for your cousin. 

You were the last pure thing since the dark days. Coriolanus had stumbled upon a rose amongst the weeds. He wanted to see it bloom. To prune it and care for it like Grandma’am did for her roses. You were perfection, the perfect blend of everything he had lost. 

He feels you finish around his fingers. You let out a ragged moan which you let go of coriolanus hair to catch before it woke Loretta. You clamp your mouth shut with your own hand, your breathes ragged with your anxiety and shame. Tears roll down your cheeks but you make no sound. 

Coriolanus brings his fingers, still wet with your cum, and redirects your face back to him. He kisses you harshly. His teeth nib at your lip. His kiss was bruising but you made no effort to stop him. Frozen from moments before. 

His spare hand reaches for your breast, massaging it in his hand. He was painfully hard, but tonight was about your pleasure. A commitment to your happiness. 

You push his hand away from your breast with both of yours. You had begun crying heavily, and wildly again. Sobs rack your body as you sit up on his knee, making no attempts to stand fully. 

He rubs your back, unsure on what to do. None of the other women cried after. 

You do your best to keep quiet, hands clamped tightly over your nose and mouth, deep breaths to try and control your emotions. A hiccup breaks your efforts, letting out a loud cry, you drop your face into your hands and sob pitfully into them. 

“Come here, come here”, Coriolanus demands.  He takes hold of the back of your neck and brings you down to his shoulder. He positioned you sideways so your legs were dangling over his thigh, and you were more secure in his hold. 

“Sh, don’t wake Loretta”, he consoles, “it’s alright”. 

Your hands remain covering your face, but your sobs quieten into just shakes of your body. 

He allows you to go on. He assumed he would have to get used to you crying often. He didn’t mind, he just wished he understood why. You were sensitive, lots of your tears had little reason.  

He keeps reminding you that everything was fine. There was no reason to be upset. He would take care of you. 

Soon your crying stopped and you sat up with a red, and puffy face. Coriolanus reached out to try and wipe your face down, but you rose too quickly for him to catch you. 

You leave him at the table, going to the bedroom and shutting the door behind you. 

Coriolanus gets up to follow you, thinking that perhaps you were just checking in on your little cousin. But as he goes to open the door, he feels your body weight resting against it. 

It bangs closed a little too loudy. He cringes as it does. The last thing he wanted to do was wake Loretta with adult fighting. He could knock you from the door with little effort but what would be the point? It would result in two crying girls, and a fight against the clock to sooth you both before he had to leave. 

He tries tapping gently on the door. Asking you to come out so he can at least say goodbye. You don’t, so with a sigh, his knuckle wraps twice against the wood and he leaves making sure to lock the door behind him. 

He returns back to camp earlier than he had to be.  It was for the best, he was tingling for his own release. His fingers still smelt like you. He was sure if he was quick, he could secure his own release. 

Throwing the keys to a lowly peacekeeper, he asks that the keys are returned to Commander Vongurt and he is alerted of Coriolanus' return.

The other officers were still up in the common room. Playing games and music. He brushes the invites to stay off as he quickly walks to the bunks. 

Grabbing his towel, pajamas, and toiletries bag, he races back through the common room where the invitations to play turned into jibes about him being a soft capitol boy. 

He would have cared if not for your scent on his fingers, and the knowledge that they would all die trapped in the districts, thinking they mattered. 

The shower is hot as it pelts down on his back. The fingers of his right hand are pushed under his nose, while his left hand works along his member. Only when he comes, does he take the fingers into his mouth, tasting you. 

5:30am comes too quickly and Coriolanus is dragged out of bed. 

He eats breakfast without much gusto, before he begins his day. 

This morning's exercise was running laps around the field. Coriolanus wondered how you were feeling this morning. How Lorretta was when she woke in her own bed. He wondered if you would tell her about Coriolanus’s part. 

His thinking slowed him down to a shuffling pace. Others overtook his lead, but he found it hard to care. When Henry knocked into him, shoulder barging Coriolans off track, his worry still beat his anger, and he was able to shake it off. 

Would you be okay to go to work today? He never took much notice of the other servants of the manor. Were they nice to you? What work did you even do there? You had poured him tea a couple of times. He had seen you with vacuum cleaners and dusters. Could he assume light housekeeping? He didn’t even know what time you started. Did you have to brave the cold this morning like him? No, Loretta would need to be taken to school. Unless someone else did that for you. There was still so much to learn. He would ask you tonight. 

“Coriolanus! Coriolanus!”, he hears his name called by an out of breath Mungo. 

He slows his pace so Mungo could catch up. 

“Christ, I hate this”, Mungo complains, “I cant wait to pass the next round and get a car. Car, sleep in, later curfew. I am telling you Coriolanus, this is the year”.

“Eighth time’s the charm”, Coriolanus jokes. 

“Yeah”, Mungo wheezes, “Laugh it up. This is only your first time”.

Coriolanus always excelled at everything he did. This was no different. 

“Hey, can you help me with the written stuff?” Mungo asks. Coming from district 10, Mungo never learnt to read or write very well. But he was determined to obey Capitol rule to rise to the top. Whatever needed to be done. Whoever needed to be killed. 

Still Coriolanus wasn’t about to trade time with you for him. 

“Wish I could”, Coriolanus says, “Vongurts got me doing rounds in any spare time I have”.

“Is that why you keep going off base?”. 

Coriolanus didn’t realise he had an audience. He would have to keep an eye on Mungo from now on. Which annoyed Coriolanus, who only wanted to ignore him. 

“Yeah”, Coriolanus lies. 

‘Well I’ll do your rounds if you help”, Mungo tried to persuade. 

Mungo puffs, having to halt his running to catch his breath. 

“I’ll give you my examples”, Coriolanus offered, “You can memorise and regurgitate. All the exams are the same”.

“What?”, Mungo huffed not understanding the words.. 

“Remember the words I write and write them down”, Coriolanus simplifies, “Seat next to me in the exam and I’ll try to position my paper for the multiple choice. “

Mungo beams up at him, slapping his shoulder in appreciation. 

“Thanks, Buddy!”, Mungo smiled. 

Coriolanus begins running again, leaving Mungo behind. 

‘You owe me one”, he calls behind him. 

He goes to the post office in his lunch break, placing an express order from a capitol magazine. He also sends Tigres and Grandma’am his official officer headshot, with a letter on how much he missed them.

For lunch, he is called into Commander Vongurts office. Initially he is worried you didn’t turn up for work again, but the commander just wanted Coriolanus company and a game of chess. 

Vongurt doesn’t mention you, and neither does Coirolanus. 

The hour is spent comfortably. Coriolanus knocks over Vongurts king just in time for the afternoon training. 

The older man slumps back in his chair, annoyed. 

“We should start playing for money”, Coriolanus teased. 

“Funny”, the commander replied. 

Corioanus rises from his chair, having to be in the yard in the next ten minutes or face a training session of moving heavy rocks from one pile to another and then back again. 

“Son”, the commander stops him, “Your moth-Mrs Vongurt”, he quickly corrects, “ has been feeling worried that she will become neglected since you and Y/n become an item. It’s not just you. She called me crying this morning saying Y/n has been cold to her all morning”.

Coriolanus mentally groans. He was going to have to have a talk with you. You were not a cold person, he could imagine the sting Mrs Vongurt felt. 

“I am sorry”, Coriolanus offers, “y/n has been upset about something as of late, and between her and training, I have thought of little else”.

“A little effort is all we ask. Especially since you will both be gone soon”.

“In the Capitol, Sir”, Coriolanus reminds him, “Not gone. A short train ride away”.

“Yes, yes” the commander muttered. 

The commander suddenly gets up from his chair and walks around to Coriolanus. 

‘Why don’t you take the afternoon off? Come back to the manor”.

“My training, sir”, Coriolanus questioned. He was going to become an official officer, superficial as it was. He didn’t want to lose any points.

The Commanders arms slips around Coriolanus’s shoulder, pulling him tightly in and walking with him to the door. 

‘I’ll write you a slip. Real life experience beats theory and practice. And you, my boy, are about to go to the front lines. A scorned woman is the most dangerous thing on earth”.

On the off chance he was mistaken, Coriolanus checks his watch. It was too late. You would be gone to pick up Loretta by the time he got there. At least the walk from the Manor was shorter to yours. 

The commander drove them back to the Manor with idle chatter. Talking to him was easy. Coriolanus didn’t need to impress him, or calculate his next move. He could talk about nothing and everything at the same time. 

He would miss the Vongurts when they were no longer readily within reach. He imagines you would too. Despite the power imbalances, and initial circumstances, he knew you cared deeply for them. At least you would have each other to mourn the loss. 

Mrs Vongurt heard the car approaching and raced out to the front steps to greet them.

“Coriolanus!”, she waves from the step with a bright smile. 

He exits the car, snooping his body down so she could plant a kiss on his cheek. 

“Hello, my darling”, she cooned. 

He gives her a quick squeeze in response. If he called her Mrs Vongurt he would hurt her, but no other name came to mind. A simple ‘hello’ would give away this dilemma that he didn't know what to call her. 

He feels her fingers brush back his curls as he stands tall again. 

“You need a haircut”, she tells him, “Your curls are getting too long”.

Mr Vongurt who had stood as a silent observer, now spoke up, slapping Coriolanus on the shoulder to move him on. 

“Leave the boy”, he insisted to his wife, “he’s been training all day. Come on into the parlor, let's have cake and tea”. 

The group walked past the working servants without notice. They all shrunk out of the way as the Vongurts and their son made their way through. 

The Manor was impressive. Large and lavishly built. Everything shined thanks to the household full of servants. It would match, if not beat, anything from the Capitol. 

Coriolanus engaged in more idle chatter while waiting for the tea. Mrs Vongurt told him of her latest trip to the Capitol. She had brought him some new ties and dress shirts for when he returned. She had also tried, and failed, to find the perfect dress for you to enter the Capitol with. 

She would continue, she promised Coriolanus, until she found the right one. More trips to the Capitol had already been purchased. She would custom make something if she had too. 

Coriolanus thought it was sweet that Mrs Vongurt thought the perfect dress would smooth your transition over. She was probably right. The Capitol was easily distracted. 

Mrs Vongurt began to spiral about the dress. Coriolanus redirected her attention elsewhere by bringing up the promise that she could spend weeks at the Capitol rather than a day. That you and her could spend days shopping for the perfect dress. 

The underlying promise that this wasn’t goodbye, but the start of a closer relationship, soothed Mrs Vongurt into a more relaxed mood. Only for it to be spoilt by the tea arriving.

“What do you want?”, Mrs Vongurt spat at the young girl who arrived with the tea cart. 

“The afternoon tea you ordered, ma’am”, the girl replied. 

“I can see that. I am not stupid”, Mrs Vongurt chastised. 

“Of course not, ma’am. Sorry”, the girl squeeked. 

She busied herself with setting the table, and avoided eye contact. 

It was a strange outburst from Mrs Vongurt. He was right next to her as she ordered the service. She had never berated a servant for doing their job. For doing it badly, quite a few times, but this girl wasn’t deserving of her abuse. 

“Mrs Vongurt asked you a question”, the commander scolded the girl, “Where’s Y/n?”.

Coriolanus perked up at your name. You were here? Coriolanus now shared the Vongurts' annoyance with the girl. Why weren’t you here? 

“I don’t know, sir. I was told to come here”, the girl answered, not stopping her work. 

“Well now you’re being told to leave”, Mrs Vongurt ordered, “Tell Y/n to come here at once”.

The girl finished setting up the table, and bowed to the room. 

“Yes, ma’am”, she agreed. 

Coriolanus buzzed in his seat as the girl left. The hours between visits was torture. An unexpected encounter was a breath of fresh air. 

You took too long to arrive. The tea was poured in wait, and a few nibbles of the food were taken. 

Coriolanus grew impatient, alongside the Vongurts, although none of them wanted to admit it and distript the polite atmosphere. 

Just when Coriolanus thinks he has hit his breaking point, and goes to suggest that he finds you. You pop through the door with a lowered head and a trained gaze at your mistress. 

“Y/n”, Mrs vongurt said cheerily, “Coriolanus is here”.

You nod back as if you didn’t know him. Your eyes trained on your mistress, not once sparing a glance to Coriolanus. 

“Can I get you anything ma’am”, you ask her. 

“Well no”, Mrs Vongurt says deflated.

“Very well”, you replied, “excuse me”. You curtised in an effort to excuse yourself. 

Coriolanus noticed a slight tremble of your legs as you stood. 

Mrs Vongurt inhaled a large breath, her eyes began to get teary at your dismissal. He had come to care for his stand-in mother. He was upset that you had made her cry.

Just as Coriolanus went to reprimand you, the Commander slammed his hand on the table, freezing you still. 

“You are being a very rude little girl. Did anyone at this table excuse you? Do we think ourselves important enough to move without order”.

Your shoulders shrink, your own eyes fill with tears as Mrs Vongurts disappear. 

“No, sir”, you quiver. 

“Thats right”, the commander continues, “Now Coriolanus is here. Say hello”. 

Your eyes flick to him in a frightened stare. 

‘Hello”, you state coldly.

“Hello”, he returns in a neutral voice. 

“Christ, child, sit”, the commander orders, “you think you’ve been invited in to act as a statue”

Your attention goes back to the Commander, your words were caught in your throat and your knocking knees were unable to move. 

Coriolanus rises to collect you, taking your furthest arm and closest hand to lead you to the seat next to him. 

He pours you a cup of tea, now knowing how you like it and slides it in front of you. 

Your hands remained balled at your chest as you stare at the nice tea cup.

‘Where is Lorretta?”, he asks you, taking a sip of his own tea.

“Yn”, the commander called when you don’t answer, ‘Coriolanus asked you a question”.

“What?”, you ask him. 

“Lorretta? You didn’t pick her up from school today?���, he asks. 

You shake your head ‘no’, going back to the teacup. 

“Bernadette picks her up on thursdays so I can work back and make up my hours”, you answer softly. 

He didn’t like that, he would have to talk to the Vongurts about your working hours. 

“Yes, we’ve been quite good to you over the years, haven’t we?”

“Yes, ma’am”, you say. 

“God, we’re going to miss you kids when you go back to the capitol”, Mrs Vongurt pesters. 

It was not the emotional atmosphere to be talking of such a thing. 

Your eyes flicker to Coriolanus beside you, before back to Mrs Vongurt. 

A look for betrayal crossed your face before you leaned  forward on the table over to her. 

“You promised”, you cried, “You promised you would talk to the Commander”. 

"And I did”, Mrs Vongurt defended, “And we both decided to give our blessing to this union”. 

“Did you even think of me?”, you cried, “after all these years did you even spare me a thought? I was here long before him”.

Mr Vongurt did not like his wife being spoken to in such a manner. 

“How dare you speak to us like that”, the Commander yelled. You buried your face into your hands, and sobbed like you were prone to do. 

“Didn’t we take you in? Give you a job? Don’t think yourself so important that you may speak freely”, he scolded. 

“Commander, please”, Coriolanus protested, “She is already upset. What good would it do to upset her any further”. 

The Commander relents, sitting back in his chair and falling silent. 

Coriolans reaches out to console you, placing a large palm on the back of your shoulders. You tense under him. 

“Perhaps it would be best if we allowed a moment”, Coriolanus reasonsed, “May we use your study?”.

“Of course”, the Commander allowed in a tight voice. 

When he takes your arm, you rise with him without a fight. Leading him to the study that you knew so well. 

Your tears don’t stop, and you make awful sounds as they rack through your body. 

The study offers privacy. Coriolanus thinks without the eyes and ears of the staff members you might calm down, but you walk deeper into the office without goal. You were mindlessly following orders, too worked up to question anything. 

“Hey”, Coriolanus calls gently, he reaches out to you to stop you going any further. His finger only grazes your skin before you react. 

“Don’t touch me!”, you yell at him, yanking away from his touch. You distance yourself from him, walking backwards as if he could hurt you. 

“No,no, don’t touch me”, you cry. 

He raises his hands in surrender, stopping in the middle of the large carpet. 

“I won’t. I won’t. Just sit down, please”, Coirolanus asks. You take the longest possible route to maintain distance, but do take a seat on the lounge. You had been in this room a million times, but never once sat down. 

He pats his pockets for his handkerchief. He used to always carry one of his fathers, but since the snake tank and district 12, he no longer did. It was a habit he would have to pick up again if you insisted on crying.

Coriolanus spots an ornate gold tissue box sitting on the study’s desk and he bee lines for it, bringing it back over to you. 

You freak out when he sits next to you, repeating the word ‘no’, until he moves away. Your legs clamp shut, and your arms push out in front of you to keep him at arm's length. He grabs a red, velvet cushioned chair which lined the opposite wall and dragged it over to be in front of you. 

“Better?”, he asks as he sits. 

“Please sir, Loretta, she needs me”, you cry to him, “There’s no one else”.

“Is that what this is about?”, he inquired, “You think I’ll make you leave your cousin behind?”.

He offers you a tissue which you accept before continuing. 

“She’ll come with us. I won’t separate you”, he promised. 

“The capitol?” you mutter, “no,no”. Your hand went to your face as if you had a headache. 

“What is it?” he queried. He makes the mistake of reaching out once more which you react poorly to. 

You pull your hand from under his touch, and begin to curl yourself away from him. 

“Don’t touch me”, you remind him harshly. 

“I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s wrong”, he jeered. 

“I am not going to the Capitol” you gasp, “stay away from me”. 

“You want Lorretta to die in the Hunger Games?”, he snaps, “Come work here under the new commander? Vongurt will be gone by the time she is old enough, who knows who will take his place. Maybe Henry, the Peacekeeper who did that to your face” he points at your eye as if you had forgotten, “ You told me all you want for Lorretta is for her to be safe and happy, remember? I am giving you that chance. You would be a fool not to take it”. 

“You can keep her from the games?” you question. 

Coriolanus nods, throwing the tissue box on the table and leaning back into his chair. 

“I can do more than that. Education, medical care, streets that aren't filled with over zealous peacekeepers. I could give you both a better life. A safer life”. 

You are quiet for a moment as you think. It stills your tears that hang on but don’t fall. 

“Why should I believe anything you tell me?”, you ask him.

“Why would I lie to you?”

“Because-” you start, but begin to cry again, “because”, you try again but get choked up, “last night”, you finally get out. 

“Last night?”, Coriolanus questions, “Because I touched you? That was for you”.

“You said-”.

“I meant it”, he cut you off, knowing where you were going, “over every surface. I also meant it when I said I love you”. 

“I don’t want to go to the Capitol. I don’t want Lorretta to go to the Capitol”, you admit. 

“Sometimes we have to do things that are hard and necessary”.

“Don’t talk to me about sacrifice”, you bite, but it was so soft it came as a plea.

“I know, I know”, Coriolanus agrees softly. 

You had known sacrifice. Your parents. Your life when your cousin was left orphaned. You had sacrificed your time, money, effort, and never asked for anything in return. Why would coriolanus not what to reward that?

“I’ve known sacrifice too”, Coriolanus noted. 

He carried the snow name on his shoulders these past twenty years. That came with expectations. He was responsible for Tigres and Grandma’am. Responsible for raising the name back to its glory. 

“I’ve known pain, and hunger, and inequality. So believe me when I tell you; never again. Not me or mine. And you”, he reaches out once more but this time you don’t flinch when his hands meet your arms, “You are mine”.

“You’re crazy” you utter. 

“Change can be scary” Coriolanus acknowledges. 

You bring your closed hand to your mouth to chew  on the nail of  your thumb. Coriolanus stops you, pulling down your hand into your lap. 

Your eyes begin to swell with tears again. 

“Please” Coriolanus sighs, “please stop crying” 

You take a few deep, shaky breaths. Your eyes go to the corner of the room, and your hand returns to your mouth where you begin to chew at the skin once more. 

Again, your hand is taken away from your mouth by coriolanus who this time keeps it trapped between his palms. 

“I want to go home”, you mutter to him. 

“One cup of tea”, Coriolanus promises, “And then we’ll go pick Lorretta up”.

“You say ‘we’ a lot”, you comment. 

“Yes. Me and you”.

You suck in a breath as he said it. He guessed it had always just been you. Hearing it must feel strange. 

“Please”, you beg, “Just leave me alone”.

“You’re not alone anymore”, he asserted, “Look, I know this is crazy. People are going to talk, but it doesn’t matter. Nothing matters, so long as we’re together. You just have to trust me”.

“Trust you?”, you utter.

Coriolanus leans closer to you, talking slow and in a hard tone. 

“I will protect you and Lorretta. Whatever you want, I’ll make sure you have it”. 

You rip your hand from his, wiping away a few angry tears. They had mostly stopped, only a few sniffles remained.

“Come on”, he says as he rises, “lets not keep them waiting too long”.

He offers you his hand but you don’t take it, walking past him back to the parlor. 

He follows closely behind. It was still early days. You would come around.

The parlor room quiets as you enter. The Vongurts halted their conversation as the topic stood mutely in front of them. 

Coriolanus pulls out your chair, wordlessly telling you to sit. You follow the command, taking your place back at the table. 

“She thought we were leaving Lorretta behind”, Coriolanus announces. 

The Vongurts let out a resounding acknowledgement as if it all now suddenly clicked into place. 

“Oh goodness, never” Mrs Vongurt voiced, “We would never let that happen”. 

Your head slightly nods, your face shows your true contempt for her words.

“Goodness, Lorretta”, Mrs Vongurt announced, “I’ll have to get a dress for her too”.

“There’s still plenty of time”, the commander reasoned, reaching out his hand for his wife, “Officer assessment is months away, and Coriolanus still has lots of work to do. It took me three goes until I passed”. 

“I was telling Mrs Vongurt that she must come visit us during fashion week”, Coriolanus tells you, “wouldn’t that be fun? You could see all those dresses from your magazine”.

Coriolanus again tries to have some sort of contact with you, reaching out to place a hand on top of yours. You slide your hands away, reaching out to your tea cup.

“Should I call for some more tea”, Mrs Vongurt askes awkwardly after witnessing the scene.

“We should get going soon”, Coriolanus rejects. 

You take a sip at his promise, and the rest of the table join in solidarity. 

You remain silent while the others chat, finishing your tea first in an effort to leave. You don’t say anything but Coriolanus notices. He could feel you growing impatient as you waited in silence. 

No one else had finished their tea so you knew you were yet to be excused. You rejected the offer of another cup or cake, so coriolanus let you stew there in hostility while he enjoyed his afternoon. 

From the corner of his eye, he could see your thumb get raised to your mouth and you begin chewing on your nail bed in a trance. 

You dont see him coming when he yanks your hand from your mouth and intertwines your fingers, bringing them down to rest in his down on his thigh. 

He sips his tea leisurely. Not looking or speaking to you as you sulk in your chair. You felt invisible in the room.

Everyone had planned your life out for you but your head swirled. He planned to take you to the capitol. He planned to take Lorretta. How could you stop him?

Tears spike your eyes but you refuse to let them fall. What good would your tears do. 

Coriolanus finally finished his cup and announced his intended departure. You’re raised with his hold on your hand. 

“Here”, the Commander spoke, digging into his pocket and pulling out the keys to his car. 

Coriolanus catches them when they are thrown but tosses them back without hesitation. 

“It’s a short walk”, Coriolanus notes. 

“Well we’ll see you out then”, the commander chides. The Vongurt rise from the table, and Coriolanus leads the way to the front door with a tight hold on your hand.

The day is almost gone. Only enough sunlight to reach home was left. 

Your shift was far from over but you wanted nothing more than to pick Lorretta up and retreat to the safety of home. 

Coriolanus shakes the Commanders hand and Mrs Vongurt hugs you unexpectedly. You freeze under her, making no attempt to hug her back. 

She is quick before she moves on to Coriolanus and Mr Vongurt takes her place in front of you. With a kind hand on your shoulder he leans down and places a gentle, quick kiss on your cheek. 

They have always been kind but never affectionate with you before. Everything was strange and new. 

Coriolanus bids them goodbye, tugging on your hand to begin the journey back home.

It chilled you that he knew the way, never second guessing or stumbling on the path back. 

His hold never loosened on your hand which was fortunate because you think you would have stopped walking all together. Robotically you followed like a dog on a lead.

“You’re quiet”, he comments. 

You were just past half way back to your community. You hoped once you reached your door perhaps he might leave. You were sure he wanted dinner and a shower before bed. The compound had a rigid routine, if you missed a step there was no going back. 

“When were you going to mention the capitol?”, you ask him. 

“I am sorry about that. I wanted to be the one to tell you. I only told the Vongurts first to show I was serious about you”, he explained. 

“Coriolanus”, his name from your lips shot a shiver down his spine, “You don’t know me. Trust me, you don’t want me”. 

He stops in his tracks to turn back and look at you. 

“Don’t want you? Why wouldn’t I want you? You’re perfect. Kind, beautiful, smart. You’re everything I have ever wanted”.

His declaration gave him cause to take hold of you and press you against him. You shove him back with little result. 

“Get off”, you demand. 

“Kiss me” he barters. 

You turn your head away from him, trying to wiggle free from his hold. You feel him bring his weight down causing your knees to buckle as you're forced to the ground. 

His hand on the back of your head softens your landing on the dirt before it's removed to still your face for the kiss. 

Sure it was going to lead to more, you begin to struggle and kick under him. Your tears return but your sobs cant make it past his lips. 

When he does eventually pull his head back, your begging begins. 

“Don’t, don’t, please. Lorrett needs me”.

“What?”, he questions. 

Your body shook under him so he rises himself, and rolls into a sitting position next to you. 

“I just wanted a kiss. I wasn’t going to hurt you”.

You lay there in the dirt, quietly sobbing into your hands. 

“Y/n, I am sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you”. 

He thought he could show you how much he loved you, how much he wanted you, but took everything as a threat. He would have to be more gentle, he scolded himself. 

“I am sorry”, he repeats watching you get up from the dirt and continue on back home. 

He chases after you, brushing the dirt off your back and picking out the twigs trapped in your hair. You don’t stop walking, making his task hard. 

He doest talk, or try to grab hold of you, the rest of the way to Bernadette's house. 

While you straighten yourself up and put on a brave face, he knocks on the door. 

He could hear the children playing inside, making him feel almost bad to be breaking it up so soon. But playtime was over, it was time for Lorretta to come home. 

Bernadette was stunned to open the door to you. 

“What are you doing here so early?” she asks you but remains looking at him. 

“We’re here to pick Lorretta up”, he answers for you. 

Her eyes flicker back to you, gaging what to do. 

“The kids were just talking about a sleepover. How about I keep her for tonight?”, Bernadette offers. 

You shake your head no, trying to tell her not to test him. 

She nods once to you before calling out the child's name. 

Lorretta comes bouncing over, out of breath and smiling from playing. 

Her face turns inquisitive upon seeing coriolanus standing in the door way. 

“What are you doing here?” she blurts out. 

Coriolanus chuckles in response, reaching out and affectionately running his forefinger and thumb down her chin. 

“Picking you up”, he says. 

You knock his hold off, taking the small child's shoulders into your hands and tugging her towards you. 

“Thank you”, you mutter, racing down the steps with Lorretta. 

Coriolanus follows and the door is shut.

“Did you bring me anything?”Lorretta calls as she is dragged forward by your quick place. 

He looks down at her bare feet against the sharp rocks that line the ground. 

“Y/n stop, stop’, he commands. 

You do halt and he picks Lorretta up by the back of her thighs and brushes off the sole of her feet from the rocks that stuck. 

“Oh your shoes”, you sigh. He could tell the day had deflated you. You looked once more like you were going to cry over a simple mistake. 

“They’re at Bernadette's” Lorretta answers. 

“Yes”, You acknowledge turning back to get them. 

“It’s alright. We’ll get them another time. I’ll carry her”, he offers. He knew you needed to get home and rest. 

“She needs them for school”, you exasperated. 

You turn to make sure he was following with Loretta as you backtrack to the house. 

“You only have one pair?”, he asks the girl in his arms, “that just won’t do. We’ll have to get you another”. 

“Can I still have treats?”, she questions him seriously. 

“Lorretta!”, you scold her. 

The child shrinks back into coriolanus, not used to being spoken to in such a tone by you. 

“Give her here”, you demand. 

Coriolanus held her tighter, now that the child was moping into him. 

“Get the shoes”, he tells you. 

You were tired, possibly hungry, he just needed to get back home and he could set everything right. 

He nods in the direction of the Bernadettes house and you follow command, storming up the steps and knocking loudly. 

Coriolanus stays at the bottom, watching as you explain the missing shoes. Bernadette goes to get them with a passing look to coriolanus and the child in his arms. 

When she returns you speak softer, seemingly calming down. You thank her once more, and return to coriolanus. 

You reach for your cousins feet to put the shoes on but Coriolanus disallows it, walking on. 

You accept it. Him holding her is uncomfortable, but he couldnt harm her. 

The child still sulked, resting her head on his shoulder. He could tell you felt bad about yelling at her. 

“Hey”, he called to the child, bucking his shoulder slightly so she would raise her head, “I ordered you a present today. All the way from the Capitol”. 

Glee overtook her sullen face. At least he could easily please one of you. 

“What is it?”, she hounds. 

“You’ll have to wait and see”. 

“Can I have a hint?”, she pestered. 

“Nope”. 

The little girl groans, kicking in his hold in protest. 

“Okay, okay”, he submits, “It’s something you play with”.

“A ball” the little girl guessed. 

Coriolanus shakes his head. 

“A colouring book?”.

Another headshake had the girl pondering. 

Coriolanus gives her another hint to help. 

“It’s something you can sleep with too. When your cousin is sleeping in a different bed”. 

‘A doll!, ' the girl squealed. 

“Thats right”, he laughs. 

His feet reach your front steps and he climbs them with the girl in your arms. You try to unlock the door too fast, failing to put the key in the hole with shaky hands. 

“We sleep in the same bed”, Lorretta explains. 

“I know, but you’re such a big girl now. Soon you’ll have your own room”. 

You push the door open in a big swing, turing back to him. 

“Put her down and leave”, you quake. 

He does put her down but continues through the door.

“I told you, I am not going anywhere”, you couldn’t scare him off.  

He flicks the lights on, guiding the child further in with a soft hand. 

“I can watch Lorretta if you want to take a shower”, he offers. 

“No” you reject, taking her out of his hands once more. 

“Okay, why don’t you give Lorretta a shower and I’ll make dinner”, he offers once more. 

“I am hungry”, Lorretta confirms. 

“I’ll make dinner, Lorretta can shower by herself”, you take the child to the bathroom, running the water for her and stripping her off. 

“The officer is not our friend”, you tell her quietly. 

You tell her to hop in the shower before she can say anything in return too loudly. 

Coriolanus goes to the kitchen while he waits for you, taking out the ingredients to make a toasted sandwich. 

He heats the pan up with butter and begins to slice the cheese into thin strips. 

You stutter upon seeing him work in your kitchen, trying to get out that you would have done it.

“Take a seat”, he tells you. 

You sit at the kitchen table, not ten feets away from him. 

“You can cook?” you ask him. 

“No’’, he protests, “I can make a toasted cheese”.

 “You’re buying her Capitol toys now?”, you question in a hard voice, “You think if you can get Lorretta to like you I’ll let you do whatever you want?”

Coriolanus places the first constructed sandwich in the pan as he talks, “My kindness to Lorretta has nothing to do with you. I like her, she’s a good kid”. 

“She’s my kid”, you snap, “and I dont want you buying her gifts or picking her up”.

“Why are you so distrustful of me? Did I say I was going to take you back to the compound and pass you around to my buddies, or did I say I love you, and want to take care of you and your cousin?”. 

“We don’t want your care”, you sniffle. 

He flips the sandwich in the pan, not taking you seriously. 

“You’re being silly. It’s been a long day. Why don’t you get Lorretta out of the shower, her dinner is ready”.

As if she heard Lorretta calls out from the shower, telling you she was done. 

You rise from your chair to go collect her. By the time you dry, dress and brush her, three toasted cheese sandwiches awaited you on the table. 

No one talks during dinner. You wanted him to leave, but had no power to command him to do so. 

Lorretta and him smile at each other from across the table which adds to your fury. She was not a pawn in his game. 

“When will my present get here?” she asks him after dinner. 

“I don’t know. I suspect soon”, he answers. 

You had begun to gather the plates, reaching for his as they spoke. He stills you with a hold on your wrist, gently rubbing the skin as he looks up at you. 

“I got you something too”. 

“What is it?” Lorretta asks for you. 

You tug your wrist away, not interested. 

“It’s a surprise”, he whispers, leaning too close for your liking. 

“Lorretta, go brush your teeth”, you command. 

The girl whines but goes to do as you ask. 

“Thank you for dinner, officer, but you should be getting back now, no? It’s getting late”.

It was getting late. He wouldn’t make it back in time for curfew, but he had cut a hole in the fence so he could sneak back in later. 

All the extra time would cost him is a few hours of sleep, but he could live with that. 

“I’ll do the dishes”, he tries to take the dish from you but you keep it firm in your grasp. 

“I’ve got it. I have to put Lorretta to sleep. Goodnight, officer”.

He did not want to leave while you were still clearly mad. When you went to sleep, he wanted you to be at peace. With not a single worry running through your head. 

“I’ll wait”. 

“I’m done”, Lorretta reported, giving you a fright. 

“It’ll be hours”, you comment. 

“I’ll wait”, Coriolanus repeats. 

You don’t fight anymore taking Lorretta into the bedroom without a word. 

He washes up as promised, as gently as he could so he could hear you reading to Lorretta. 

Your voice was shaky and high pitched. Not your normal performance. Lorretta asked where the voices were, but you told her there would be no voices tonight. 

Coriolanus felt terrible he had upset you so much. He should have told you about the Capitol, not let Mrs Vongurt just pull the rug from under you. He needed to be more gentle, go slower, it was hard to keep himself from you. It all just felt so right. He just had to remind himself you were not there yet. 

The light switched off and your voices stopped. He imagined you in there, lulling Lorretta to sleep. What a sweet sight it would be. He was so lucky. 

He waits for you, watching as the clock ticked past an hour before he grew impatient for you to come out and went to check in. 

You were asleep after your long day. Lorretta wrapped safely in your arms. He would have preferred it if you had changed from your dirty uniform, but wasn’t going to wake you to do so. 

He steps a bit closer, reaching for the blanket to secure it around your shoulders, and Lorrettas neck. 

Once his girls were tucked in, Coriolanus took his leave, turning off all the lights and locking the door behind him. 

The walk back to the compound was dark and quiet. It allowed him to think and plot his rise to presidency. 

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The Hunger Games: The Ballad of Songbirds & Snakes (2023) + tweets

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Russell Tovey and Tom Blyth | Plainclothes (2025), dir. Carmen Emmi

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PLAINCLOTHES (2025) Dir. Carmen Emmi

[anthonysperkins]

"So, when are we going to San Francisco?" "Well, I'm already there. Aren't you?"

Tom Blyth and Russell Tovey Plainclothes (2025) dir. Carmen Emmi

[darknight3904]

It Burns For You

𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏʀʏᴏ ɢʀᴏᴡ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴘɪᴛᴏʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɴᴇꜱ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: ɴᴏɴᴇ, ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ. ᴏᴏᴄ ᴄᴏʀʏᴏ, ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛᴏᴛᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʜᴇᴇʟꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ. ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴍʏ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ!

ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ

Coriolanus is 12 when he sees you for the first time. Your red uniform is pressed perfectly and your school bag looks brand new. Your lunch consisted of a hearty-looking sandwich with roast beef and lettuce and a container of fresh fruit that had his mouth-watering.

"Do you want a piece? Our maid always packs too much and I can never finish it. You can have some if you want." Your voice fills his ears

A delicate-looking hand is holding a juicy-looking strawberry in front of him. He reaches for it and it takes every ounce of self-control he has not to shove it in his mouth. Instead, he takes a small bite and thanks you for sharing.

"Don't you have a lunch today?" You ask

He doesn't. The school had said they would start supplying the students with lunches soon but how soon? Coriolanus had already been attending for a number of years and still nothing.

"I already ate it." He lied

"You're still hungry though. You can have the rest." You say with a smile as you push your fruit bowl to him.

"Is it your first day?" He asks

"Yes, my mother thought that my governess wasn't doing a good job so she had my father enroll me here. I miss being at home with my new kitten though. She has long white hair and she is the cutest thing in the whole world." You said

Coriolanus can't believe that you had your own governess, let alone a pet to call your own. He later learns from Arachne that your father became incredibly rich by manufacturing weaponry for the Capitol. Despite your inherent wealth, you've never flashed it around him.

You and Coriolanus are 15 when you discover all the lies he tells at school about his family. He had left his uniform jacket behind on his chair and you got his home address from Sejanus, meaning to give it back so he'd have it for tomorrow. Instead, you had discovered the Snow's decrepit-looking building and barely functioning penthouse. Coriolanus' heart nearly stops when he emerges from his room to see you and his Grandma'am sitting together as she compliments your shoes.

"What are you doing here?" He asks, ready for your judgment and teasing words

"I wanted to return your jacket, Coryo. You'll need it for tomorrow."

The red of the jacket in your arms matches his face as he ushers you to the door, trying to hide the fact that Tigris was preparing cabbage in the kitchen that would undoubtedly stink the entire place up with the scent of the Snow's poverty.

"Stop rushing me, your cousin invited me to stay for dinner." You say trying to stop the way he is leading you to the door.

"You don't want what she is making. Tigris is a terrible cook." He said

Tigris lets out a shout of disagreement from the stove and Coriolanus ignores it.

"How about, I go out and get something to add to the meal Tigris is cooking, and by the time I get back you change your attitude about me staying for dinner Coryo. "

And with that, you walk out the door and slam it in his face. He's rather stunned at your declaration but knows you're serious. He rushes around their home, trying to clean up what he can while Tigris laughs at his frantic motions. Then, just as he was debating whether or not he wanted to change out of his uniform, you return from your short trip to the closest market.

"I wasn't sure what Tigris is cooking so I got a couple of things." You say placing the bags on the table.

Coriolanus is sure you spent a fortune on what is in these bags. Fresh bread accompanied by a sickly sweet fruit spread and a block of butter sits in one while the other holds something else in a brown box. You take your seat next to him at the ugly little table he has eaten too many meals at and cut a piece of the bread for Grandma'am. He is worried when Tigris starts portioning out the cabbage she cooked on the stove. Coriolanus watches your expression as you take a bite but nothing that he expected happens. You don't knit your brows in disgust or get up to leave and take your fresh bread and mysterious box with you. Instead, you go back for a second bite and compliment what Tigris has done with the food.

He sits stiffly next to you and can barely accept the slice of bread you offer him. You excuse yourself to use the bathroom and Tigris reaches across the table and pinches his shoulder.

"Stop sitting like that, Coryo!" She scolds

"Like what?" He asks,aware that Tigris meant how oddly straight his back was.

"You're making her uncomfortable. You've been friends with her for years she isn't worried about what our home looks like." Tigris says

"She might not be but what happens when she goes to school tomorrow and talks?" He asks

He shuts up when he hears the sound of the bathroom door opening again.

"That was lovely Tigris. I've never had anything like it, I'll have to invite you all to my own home for dinner sometime. Our cook makes these pastries that are simply wonderful. They even get sold at local markets, which leads to this..."

His eyes widen when you finally unveil what was hiding in that second bag. A dozen expensive looking deserts sit in the brown box you brought, each one decorated differently.

"I hope I picked something everyone would like. I know Coryo mentioned that Grandma'am liked chocolate so I picked this one just for her."

Coriolanus feels a wide smile stretch across his face as you pass out your little desserts. His worries about you gossiping to their peers fade from view as he bites into what he thinks is a croissant. You laugh at his reaction and toss a napkin at his face which is most likely covered in the gooey fruit filling that was in his pastry.

He walks you back to your home that night and thanks you for making his night. He can't remember the last time Grandma'am had smiled from eating chocolate. You accept his thanks and gently tell him that he shouldn't be ashamed about his financial situation. He never gets to disagree with you though because a soft kiss is pressed to his lips followed by a rushed,

"Goodnight, Coryo! Thanks for the cabbage!"

He walks back to his own home with a jump in his step. Thoughts of you consume him as he smiles to himself, proud his first kiss was shared with you. He feels his heart burn with something that felt like it was going to come up and out his mouth as he finally made it back to his room, you officially had him wrapped around your finger.

Your room is flooded with sunlight the first time Coriolanus sees it. A soft, silky-looking bed spread sits atop one of the biggest beds he has seen as you beckon to your cat, Maisy to come and say hello to him. He looks at the oversized wooden dresser that sits against one wall. He sees the photograph of him and you that was taken a few weeks ago at your 17th birthday party nestled among little knickknacks. Books Coriolanus has never even heard of line your shelves as he you place a record on the player that sits on your desk. Soft sounds of a piano and the words from an unnamed singer fill your gorgeous room as he turns to you.

"Do you want to dance?" He finds himself asking

You accept and he leads you or well tries to. You're rather stiff and it turns out dancing is harder than it looks because he isn't any good at it either. You laugh as he trips over his feet and end up falling with him, landing on the ground entangled in each other. Your fingers brush his curls from his eyes as his nose brushes yours.

"What're you doing?" You ask quietly

"Nothing." He responds, his eyes flicking to your lips.

The moment his lips touch yours, a tingle shoots down his spine. This is a real kiss, not what you gave him when you were both 15. He cups your face and your hands are tangled in his hair as he deepens it. He felt his head spin as you moved against him, almost as if you wanted him to swallow you whole right here on your bedroom floor. A giddy feeling swelled in his chest when he pulled away for air.

"Coryo...what was that?" You ask

"I thought you'd know by now. That was a kiss, darling." He laughed brushing his thumb across your lip

"I know that...but why'd you give me one?" You ask

"Don't you know?" He smiles and places a chaste kiss on your lips "My heart, it burns for you, it always has."

Part 2 is out now!

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Katniss Everdeen + Coriolanus Snow parallels

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Heir to the Plinth fortune, nothing in your way.

[wh0reforcoriolanussnow]

hii!! could i request a snow fic where she finds out she cheats on him and voluntarily tributes and hes trying to get her back? i loved the other fics!! I NEED MORE CHEATING SNOW FICS OMGG

Don’t blame me, love made me crazy. || Young President!Coriolanus snow x district!reader

A/n: Sorry anon I hope you’re not disappointed that I didn't fully write your request. I wanted Coryo to lowk suffer in this which is why I didn't dive into details of him getting her back. There is also one scene that is heavily inspired by a scene in the movie Priscilla! I also spent so many hours perfecting this and it was super fun!!!

Warnings: fem!reader, implied infidelity, toxic!coriolanus, manipulation, not proofread, if there's anything else pls lmk!

Wc: 1609

Divider by @firefly-graphics

The rapid clicks echoed throughout the hallway, the sound reverberating off the 12-foot-high ceiling walls. You walk with an eager stride, each step filled with anticipation as you take the familiar route to Coriolanus' office where he spent most, if not, all of his time cooped up in due to the upcoming hunger games.

There was a heaviness in your heart. You have always been the epitome of grace and composure, a woman who played her role in the political theater with finesse, albeit your brief upbringing in district 2. However, behind closed doors, the truth unfolded, resulting in you heartbroken and most of all betrayed. You couldn't ignore the letters that would pile up weekly, the gifts, all for him, from someone by the name Lysandra.

Not bothering to knock, knowing it would provoke a reaction from him, you forcefully swung the double doors open. There sat Coriolanus Snow, seemingly unbothered at your entrance. "Is there a problem?" An icy, impersonal tone carried his words, sharp and emotionless.

Your nose flared as you felt a surge of frustration, his lack of concern and emotion fuelling your anger. Besides, you had never stormed into his office unannounced before. Surely, he would question your sudden abruptness and, visibly, your anger.

Your voice, though filled with a trembling resolve, posed the question, "Who is she?" You hold a letter between your fingers, lifting it up to show him. He lifts his head up from his papers. "And why on earth is she sending my husband gifts and-and love letters?" You stammer, throwing the piece of paper with writing and a kiss—in the form of a lipstick mark in a shade of deep red—on his desk; your façade crumbling at your feet.

Snow stares at you before a scoff leaves his lips, leaning back on his chair. "You know how the people admire me, it's likely that whoever it is, she's simply passionate about expressing her feelings to me," Coriolanus shrugs. Your eye twitches at his response. Lies.

"Really? Well, Lysandra is ever so passionate about expressing her undying love for you," You recite the words from her letter as you watch a subtle glint of knowing in his eyes, "She's the only one who has described her so-called affection for you so intimately!"

As you question your husband's loyalty, an unsettling quiet settles around him. His eyes, cold and calculating, hold yours without a trace of vulnerability. The absence of words from his lips becomes a formidable response, leaving an ominous uncertainty lingering in the air.

His office echoed with a tense hush, broken only by a subtle tapping of his fingers against the armrest in a rhythmic patter. "For god's sake, Coryo. Say something! Who is she?" The slip of his nickname makes you swallow.

"I won't entertain your accusation. She's merely an admirer, nothing more! Have you finished exhausting yourself with this matter, wife?" Coriolanus seethes, abruptly standing up as he gathers his papers, opens his drawer, shoves them in, and slams it shut with such force that you swore you felt it in your bones.

"Is there something your hiding from me?" There was a tense silence that followed your question, Snow's features contorted with a mix of frustration and defiance. Avoiding eye contact, he clenched his jaw and emitted a sharp exhale. The air was thick with unspoke tension, revealing an anger that simmered beneath the surface.

"I have nothing to hide from you," He says calmly but you knew damn well there was anything but calmness within him. Annoyed and frustrated at the lack of information, you open your mouth again.

'"Throughout our entire marriage, I have done nothing but showed you how grateful I am that you chose me to marry, a district girl. You helped me build a reputation here in the capitol so that I would finally be respected, and now, I ask just one simple thing of you," As you speak your voice wavers slightly, revealing the depth of emotion behind your words. "Who is she to you?"

In mere seconds, Coriolanus storms past you, a blur of motion, leaving you momentarily bewildered as you blink, only to find yourself in the same spot. "Coriolanus!" You yell, spinning around as you follow him. "I've just had about enough of you for today y/n," He spat as he briskly walked up stairs, you following him. Servants who were around hurriedly walk pass, heads down.

He steps into your shared private chamber, adorned with decadent furnishings and overlooking the Capitol. He walks a couple steps before he just stops. His breath came in heavy, rhythmic waves, his chest rising and falling with urgency, leaving you standing frozen at the entrance.

"You know, I think you should go see your family for a little while," He turns around as you felt your heart drop. "What?" Your voice echoed with a helpless tone. "You heard me, I think your family has been missing you in the districts, go pay them a visit. Tell them how grateful you have been that I chose you as the First Lady of Panem, hm?"

He takes purposeful strides to the next room, filled from top to bottom with expensive, lavish pieces of clothing befitting both him and you. Coriolanus then pulls out a travelling trunk. The thought of you going back to district 2 sent shivers up your spine. You knew that everyone there now thinks of you as a traitor.

"What- No- Coryo, I'm not going-" Coriolanus cuts you off with a yell, tears forming in your eyes, "I think you should! Matter of fact, I'll help you start packing." A loud noise comes from the trunk making contact with the floor making you jump, a sob leaving your lips. The trunk opening as he starts aggressively pulling your clothes from the black velvety hangers, tossing them into the trunk.

"Coryo- please. Don't make me go back there," You fall to you knees in front of the trunk as your shaky hands remove the pieces of clothing from it. "Yeah, well I think a few months in the districts, away from your lavish life here, will make you realise how easy it is that I can send you back there." He forcefully takes your chin in between his thumb and index as your glassy eyes stare back at his icy, raging, blue eyes.

"Please, please don't send me back there-" Your beg becomes interrupted as he drops his grip on you and yells out the door, "Simon! Get the train ready now for Y/n to go back home!" He calls out to his assistant who answers out a "Of course Mr. President," You let out another sob as you rest your head on the pile of clothing.

Coriolanus glances over his shoulder, his breaths lingering in the air, he could hear your quiet pleas. There's a yearning within him, a desire to approach you and envelop you in a reassuring hug, to tell your that everything is alright and that forgives you. Yet, and unyielding pride restrains him, holding him back from acknowledging that what he was doing was wrong.

With one final look, he turns around, leaving you in a crying mess. Coriolanus was going to send you back to district 2 until the hunger games finished, then, he would come get you and hope that your time there made you ponder your actions, although he knew they were quite reasonable.

Your allegiance to your husband shattered when you were forced onto the train, Coriolanus stood a couple metres away from you as you squirm in the peacekeeper's grips. As you made your way back to a place you once called home, a quiet determination settled within you as you hatched a plan that would not only expose Coriolanus' betrayal, but also allow you to reclaim a piece of your shattered identity.

~

As the Reaping day approached, you made a choice that sent shockwaves through the carefully orchestrated world of Panem. With a steady hand, you inscribed your own name on a slip of paper and placed it in the glass ball, committing yourself to the Hunger Games.

On the day of the Reaping, the Capitol Square buzzed with anticipation, the districts, not so much. Coriolanus, very much unaware of his wife's hidden actions, stood in front of the dignitaries on the stage.

The customary ceremony began, the escort pulls a slip pf paper from the glass ball, announcing the male tribute who would face the Capitol's twisted version of justice.

As the tension mounted, the escort unfolded a slip of paper and read aloud, "Y/n Snow." A gasp rippled through the crowd, and Coriolanus's face contorted with disbelief. Time seemed to free as he processed the shock of seeing his wife's name called out. Surely there was a mistake.

The realisation hit him like a sledgehammer, and anger boiled within him, mixing with the shock and confusion as the crowd erupted in whispers. A woman of Capitol elegance was now standing among the district 2 residents.

You weave through the rows of people, maintaining a stoic expression. As you step up on the stage, your eyes land on the camera a couple feet away from you where you know Snow was watching back in the Capitol.

Coriolanus stared at your face and in that moment, he saw the resolve and defiance that had replaced the hurt in your eyes. The Capitol, known for its love of spectacle, witnessed an unprecedented turn of events. Coriolanus Snow, the powerful President, was rendered speechless as his own actions came back to haunt him in the cruelest twist of fate.

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Always Forever (Coriolanus Snow x Reader)

Word count: 8.2K

Summary: coriolanus finally lets himself acknowledge that he can’t stand to see you with anyone but him

Tags: (18+), cw: dubcon, cw: noncon, pseudo!incest (not related, reader raised with the snows), dark!coriolanus, pre-mentor era, jealousy/obsession/possessiveness, oral (f receiving), fingering, p in v sex, fear of getting caught, lots of drama for my lovely readers

A/N: second coryo fic and it’s somehow longer than the last one lol. only one part. pls read the tags and proceed with caution 🫶

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“Look at you, you look so pretty!” Tigris beamed, adjusting the straps of your dress. “Doesn’t she, Coryo?”

In his peripheral, Coriolanus could see his cousin had turned to look at him expectantly, but his eyes were already on you. They always had been, and always would be.

“Yes, she does,” he replied without thought.

You faced him with a smile, and Coriolanus couldn’t help the pride that swarmed him just looking at you.

It was because of him that you were in his life, and until the day he died Coriolanus knew it would remain the best decision he ever made.

As children during the war, when he and Tigris would scavenge the streets, Coriolanus stumbled across you. Not much younger than him, huddled behind a pillar, all alone. You had a half a loaf of bread. It wasn’t fresh, but he still didn’t understand where you got it. You tore it in half and shared it with him.

He returned to Tigris with you in tow, his small hand clutching your even smaller one, and his cousin took pity.

She also took the brunt of the consequence for bringing home another mouth to feed, but sacrifices had to be made, didn’t they?

It was worth it. You were worth it to him—to both of them, really.

As you got older, Grandma’am eventually took a liking to you, although Coriolanus wondered if it was because she could see how much he cared for you.

It didn’t matter. Not really. You were part of the family now, even if you did not share the Snow name.

“Thank you, Tigris,” you said sweetly, pulling the older girl into a hug.

It was a big day for both you and Coriolanus. The academy was hosting an event for students to mingle with administration and alumni of the university.

Coriolanus had put on his best outfit—he already knew it was the same one he was going to wear when the Plinth Prize winner was announced in only a few weeks. He was sure it was going to be him.

Tigris had fashioned your dress by hand. Coriolanus was past questioning how she paid for her fine fabrics, but he had an inclination it was the same way they could suddenly afford food some days.

The long dress reminded Coriolanus of freshly fallen snow, the white holding a sense of purity and wealth that his family once had. It had a sense of elegance that you only furthered with donning it, but it lacked an extravagance that would force you to stand out.

It was perfect.

You parted from Tigris to approach Coriolanus. You had a light smile on your face as your hands ran down his black vest, adjusting it.

“We almost match,” you commented, referring to the white shirt beneath said vest. “If only I had something black.”

“Well, I’d let you borrow this, but then we’d be in the same position, only switched,” he teased lightly, drawing a small chuckle from you.

Coriolanus liked when you looked up at him, same as he liked hearing your laugh.

“Don’t worry, I’ll survive without.” Your hands fell to your sides. “Besides, it definitely looks more handsome on you.”

Hearing those words from you meant more than you’d ever know, and more than he’d let himself acknowledge.

You were so good to him, he couldn’t imagine spending the evening with anyone else.

When he walked into the ballroom of the academy with you on his arm, Coriolanus got a rush of power. Especially when heads turned. Looking at him, looking at you, just looking.

He wondered what the minds behind all those gazing eyes were thinking.

He hoped it was a balanced amount of envy and respect.

“We should find Sejanus, let him know we’re here,” you said, not thinking much of the sentence as you looked around the room, taking in the people and the decor.

Coriolanus thought everything of it, a sourness settling over him. Sejanus was his friend, but Coriolanus wished they hadn’t gotten as close as they did. It was because of his friendship with Sejanus that you met him, and began to develop… feelings for him.

God, Coriolanus hated to even think about it.

When you told him you had begun dating Sejanus, Coriolanus nearly had a heart attack. Then he felt violent. Not towards you. Never towards you.

It wasn’t just because he felt protective of you, or because Sejanus was district, or because Coriolanus knew you were far, far too good for his friend… it was everything. All of that and everything in between.

Before you could find him, Sejanus found you.

He was in a fine black suit, finer than anything Coriolanus owned, and a bright smile appeared on his face at the sight of you.

That was one thing they still had in common. Reverence for you.

“Had to come find my girl before everyone thinks she ditched me,” Sejanus joked, pulling a laugh from you. “Where have you guys been?”

“Making sure we look our best,” you replied, shooting Coriolanus a wink.

If Sejanus wasn’t reaching for you, Coriolanus might’ve smiled.

“Well, you did a wonderful job.”

Coriolanus let you slip away from his side, reluctantly giving you away to Sejanus.

The unfortunate thing was Sejanus was truly a decent person. Not perfect, but decent. Better than most, even if he was beneath you all. You cared nothing for status, and seemed to really like him. He treated you right from what Coriolanus had seen, making disapproval not exactly warranted.

Although, Coriolanus was always going to be incredibly protective of you. He doubted there was a world where he would be pleased with any relationship you found. Your interest in other people was becoming tiresome, truthfully. Did you really even need friends? Or lovers? You had Coriolanus, and he was sure that was enough.

His jaw clenched when you pressed a light kiss to Sejanus’s cheek. It would be much simpler if he was a terrible person. Coriolanus would have an excuse outside of his own selfishness to separate you—which he did not have now.

“Can I ask for this dance?” Sejanus wondered, shooting you a smile. At least he had the awareness to still look anxious.

But you… you grinned. You were too good.

“Well you just asked, so I guess you can,” you started sarcastically, but let him off the hook quickly. “And of course I’ll say yes.”

Sejanus looked relieved, taking your hand in his. You turned to look at Coriolanus, a small bit of guilt in your expression. You clearly hadn’t been planning on leaving his side so soon. You masked it with the same teasing tone you’d used before.

“I won’t be long, don’t get too bored without me, Coryo.”

Coriolanus only smiled for your sake. It fell the moment Senjanus led you away to a small group of other students dancing together.

From the sidelines, Coriolanus watched as Sejanus led you in a slow dance. He tried to avoid his eyes landing on his friend. He didn’t want to view the two of you in the same light as the other couples embracing one another.

Coriolanus tried to remember the first moment he realized how beautiful you were. It was so long ago, it wasn’t something he was even aware he thought so often.

The sun rose in the morning, roses had thorns, and you were beautiful.

It was simple as that.

After a dance and a half, Coriolanus couldn’t take it anymore.

His feet carried him to the dance floor, mind absent as he tried to justify his jealousy as protectiveness. Yes, that’s all he was. Protective. Like an older brother… like what he was supposed to be. Even if it wasn’t what he wanted to be.

You and Sejanus were swaying and talking, but as he snuck up on the two of you, Coriolanus couldn’t make out the words. It didn’t matter.

You turned your head to look at him, smiling in surprise at his presence.

“Coryo!”

“Can I cut in?” Coriolanus requested. His hand itched to rest on your shoulder, but he withheld. He wasn’t going to take no for an answer, and he briefly wondered if Sejanus sensed that or not.

“All yours,” Sejanus agreed, spinning you by the hand. You turned in a circle, then a half, facing Coriolanus. “I’m going to go find my father, he’s here tonight,” he informed.

“I’ll come find the two of you in a few minutes,” you told Sejanus, who nodded then headed off. Before he did, he looked to Coriolanus and said, “Take good care of her.”

“I always do,” Coriolanus responded easily, because it was the truth. He didn’t need Sejanus telling him that. He’d been there for you long before either of you even knew his friend existed. He looked down to you, taking your hand in his while the other fell to your waist. You looked amused. “I do, don’t I?”

“Yes, Coryo,” you replied with a smile. “Better than anyone.”

The slow waltz felt so natural, your movements in tune with his without thought. You two were always like that, always in sync.

“What were you and Sejanus talking about?” Coriolanus wondered, curiosity getting the best of him.

“Nothing important,” you dismissed with a shrug. “Sweet nothings.”

Coriolanus didn’t miss the shy smile appearing on your face. He couldn’t control the frown trying to take over his.

A more thoughtful look crossed your face, your smile faltering.

“Are you happy for me, Coryo?”

Coriolanus blinked.

“I… want to be,” he confessed, eyes scanning your face. It was the truth for the most part. He did want you to be happy, just not with Sejanus.

You nodded slowly, taking in his words. Coriolanus wished he could open your head and investigate every corner of your brain. He wanted to know every thought you had.

“Sejanus is your friend, I would’ve thought…” you swallowed and looked away. “Never mind.”

“No, what is it?” Coriolanus pressed, tilting his head, trying to make you meet his gaze.

When you did, he saw the disappointment in your eyes.

You stepped back from him, parting completely.

“I need to find Sejanus. I’ll put in a good word for you about the Plinth Prize with his father.”

Then, you departed, not leaving room for Coriolanus to argue for you to stay.

He would’ve, and you knew that.

The moment you disappeared from his view, Coriolanus went looking. You had moved quickly. He found you across the room, sitting down at a table with Sejanus and Mr. Plinth.

He didn’t approach, he couldn’t make himself look bad in front of Mr. Plinth.

So he watched you talk, and drink, and laugh, and drink some more…

“I can’t believe she’s doing this,” Arachne whispered, suddenly appearing at his side. Coriolanus looked down at her. She was clearly talking about you. He could see the way she flicked her heavily decorated eyes in your direction. “Associating with him was one thing, but… well”—Arachne let out a vicious laugh—“do you think their children will call her “Ma” too?”

Coriolanus felt ill at the thought. Leave it to Arachne to provoke him, to conjure up nightmares he hadn’t even thought of yet himself.

“She’ll come to her senses,” Coriolanus muttered, gritting his teeth.

Arachne rolled her eyes. “Let’s hope so,” she mused, continuing on her way, blood red dress dragging behind her with each step.

Coriolanus looked back to you. He was overwhelmed with nausea as Sejanus grabbed your hand atop the table. Damn Arachne for placing that thought in his head.

He watched as you lifted another glass to your lips, smiling along as Sejanus talked to his father. What was that, your third? Sejanus had yet to say anything to you. He was fine with allowing you to get intoxicated?

Drinking alcohol wasn’t exactly a crime, but Sejanus didn’t know you well enough to know you were inexperienced. The last thing Coriolanus wanted was you making a fool of yourself.

Darker thoughts crept in. Maybe Sejanus was allowing you to inebriate yourself on purpose. The thought of him climbing on top to you made Coriolanus’s blood boil. His fingers twitched to form a fist, and his jaw clenched even tighter.

In that moment, Coriolanus decided he wouldn’t let Arachne’s mockery come true.

He had to help you. You needed his protection, even when you didn’t know it. You needed him. You always would. Coriolanus could remind you, then perhaps you'd see you didn’t even need Sejanus at all.

When you left the table—Coriolanus wasn’t sure why—he saw his opportunity. He approached you quickly, finding no problem in catching your arm and leading you away from the party. Away from all the people, where it could just be the two of you.

Out a door, down a long, empty corridor until the two of you ended up outside in the school’s garden. It was isolated from the party, you’d be safer here.

“Coryo? What—“

“Are you alright?” Coriolanus asked, cutting you off. He released you to stand across from you, leaving you to lean back against the stone wall behind you. “I saw how much you were drinking.”

You looked up at him, confused, but not frightened. If anyone else had handled you the way he did, you surely would’ve been. But you trusted him. You always had.

“Did I drink a lot?” you asked, a slight pout on your lips. “I didn’t notice.”

“Oh.” So, you were okay. That was good, wasn’t it? “I thought maybe you needed rescuing,” he admitted, unsure whether to feel embarrassed or not.

You chuckled a little and the sound washed over Coriolanus, bringing him a sense of relief from all his previous tension.

“My hero,” you said lightly, smiling up at him. You were always smiling at him, but Coriolanus no longer wondered if he was worthy of it all. “You’re always there for me, aren’t you?”

Coriolanus stepped closer. His hand rose, his fingertips trailing the outline of your face. Someone so pretty, so sweet, had to be careful in a cruel world like this.

“What would you do without me?” he proposed, not expecting an answer.

You didn’t need one, because you never would have to find out.

He’d follow you to the end of the Earth, just as he knew you’d follow him. You needed each other. You didn’t need Tigris or Grandma’am and especially not Sejanus, but without Coriolanus, who would you even be? Coriolanus couldn’t imagine his world without you in it. Not even if he tried.

Staring at you now, Coriolanus heard the voice in the back of his mind begin to whisper. The one that urged his protectiveness, knowing it was fueled by possession. The one he would use all his power to silence.

Something new had overcome him, watching you galavant around with Sejanus. Well, not new, but clear. Coriolanus finally had clarity. That’s what it was. That was how he finally acknowledged what had so long been lingering in his peripheral, just on the edge of his mind, waiting for the right moment.

Was this the right moment?

He made no effort to banish his most repressed thoughts. For once, he let them win.

Coriolanus leaned down, pressing his lips to yours. Gentle, testing the waters. You did not react right away. Maybe it wasn’t necessarily a good sign, but that didn’t stop him from using it as an excuse to deepen the kiss.

His other hand found your face, holding you against him as he nipped at your lip, begging you to invite him in.

Your reaction was delayed, and Coriolanus thought maybe, just maybe, you had been thinking the same thing he had all along. That the faint taste of alcohol on your lips meant you were feeling more open to exploring this with him, and that all you needed was a nudge in the right direction.

But no, you were turning your head, making his lips part from yours.

Coriolanus faltered, but you still did not speak. Your breaths were clipped—flustered and confused. He could understand that. His own heart was racing, although adrenaline and need were to blame for that.

“Coryo…” you whispered so softly he nearly didn’t hear it. “What are you doing?”

Leave it to you to not get angry with him. Or even upset. At this point he questioned if you were even capable of feeling anger at him.

Coriolanus stepped closer, making you have to tilt your head up to look at him.

“I don’t think I can share you,” he confessed under his breath, but with conviction. “I know I can’t and you… you don’t need anyone else. You have me.”

You swallowed, eyes looking down. “Sejanus—“

“Doesn’t know you like I do,” Coriolanus finished, one hand still holding your cheek, tilting your head, making you meet his eye again. “Seeing you with him… he’s not good enough for you.”

“I thought you were above judging him for being district.” You sounded so disappointed in him.

“I don’t care that he’s district, he’s not good enough because no one will ever be,” Coriolanus corrected, imploring you to understand.

With a light sigh, his eyes fell shut. Gently, he leaned to press his forehead to yours. He blindly reached for your hands, and found them in each of his with no problem.

“I would not be happy seeing you with anyone else,” Coriolanus confessed, voice low. “Not anyone but me.”

You inhaled slightly. Was it that big of a shock?

He gave you no chance to voice it because Coriolanus was capturing your lips again, passion erupting in his veins.

His mind was clouded with thoughts that fought for center attention, his built up desires controlling him as his hands and lips cascaded down your body. Your neck, your chest, your stomach—

“Coryo, what are you doing?” you questioned when he began to move lower.

“Shh, don’t worry,” he cooed, dismissing your concern.

Coriolanus finally fell to his knees in front of you. He’d never take such a humiliating position for anyone else. But with you, it didn’t feel humiliating. It was exhilarating, knowing he was on his knees worshiping you, but he still held all the power. It was nearly perfect.

You gasped a little when he gripped your right leg and maneuvered it over his shoulder. More of your weight rested back against the wall, unable to stand straight on just one leg.

He looked upward, watching your face the entire time as he pushed your dress up around your hips, revealing your underwear to him.

Coriolanus was so close and you had yet to move.

Words couldn’t find their way to his lips. It was all too overwhelming in the best way. His heart slamming against his rib cage was a welcome feeling, and so was the pressure on his knees.

You bucked away before his mouth could reach your core. Coriolanus didn’t think much of it. He had a lot of other images rushing through his brain. Ones he wanted to become reality.

He scooted forward and tried again, this time making contact with the layer of fabric separating him from your most intimate spot.

Coriolanus heard a choked noise from you as he ran his tongue across the front of your underwear.

Right away, he wanted more.

His hands found the material acting as a barrier and he gripped it then pulled, tearing it from you one leg at a time, exposing you to him.

Before it could fall to the ground, he caught the shredded material and stuffed it into his pocket.

He felt a bit guilty, knowing how little you all had when it came to clothing, but he wanted to do this the right way. Coriolanus wanted nothing blocking him from showing you how good he could make you feel.

As much as his eyes were tempted to linger, impatience got the best of him.

He made contact again, licking a stripe across your bare cunt. Once he got a taste, Coriolanus couldn’t hold back.

His mouth latched onto you, tongue sliding between your folds, drawing a stifled moan from you. You reached for his head, trying to knock him away, but Coriolanus persisted. His will easily overtook yours. You weren’t going to take this away from him, not when he could make you want it just as bad.

He held onto the leg over his shoulder, gripping your flesh, surely leaving bruises in his wake. He held the skirt of your dress up with the other hand. With his mouth, he devoured you. Lapping at your core like a man starved, even more so when wetness began to form.

This wasn’t something Coriolanus had done, but he knew you better than anyone. He was sure he could figure out your body. He’d dreamt about it long enough, making you fall apart for him in such an intimate way.

He soon found that to be the truth when in only a matter of minutes your body was tensing. He continued to drag his tongue across you, giving every bit of you his full attention. He liked the way your thighs quivered when his tongue brushed your clit, it gave him an excuse to hold you tighter.

Your whole body flinched suddenly, but he shoved your hips back, pinning you to the wall as he brought you to the edge

His own pants felt constricted as his senses were overwhelmed by you. Your taste, your scent, the sound of your choked down moans, your hands smacking the wall (unsure what else to do), the feel of you against his tongue and how your leg strained over his shoulder, and the sight of you when he looked up through his lashes… god, you were magnificent.

You whimpered from above, teeth digging into your bottom lip, as he finally made you come undone.

Coriolanus held you still, relishing in the way you finally jolted into his touch instead of away.

He couldn’t take his eyes off of you. You were the stuff of dreams in the most literal sense.

Your head tilted back against the wall, your ragged breaths causing your chest to rise and fall in an unsteady pattern. Your leg, still draped over his shoulder, was tense, even as he pressed a gentle kiss to your inner thigh.

A wide grin spread across Coriolanus’s face when you shivered. He couldn’t help himself. He nearly chuckled at your state, but then your hand moved to rake through his wavy locks. The sound caught in his throat as you tugged him away, finally looking down at him. The all consuming pleasure had faded into something more composed.

Coriolanus could tell how much of an effort you were making, and as your eyes struggled to focus, he briefly wondered how strong your drinks were.

“I’d like to go home now,” you said slowly, conscious not to let your voice falter.

You allowed him to help get both to your feet on the ground, but you did not touch him for the rest of the night, even when he tried to reach for you.

He was still hard behind the confines of his pants, imagining the slickness between your thighs that was the result of his actions. As you walked back through the ballroom, it took everything he had to not push you back against a nearby wall. People be damned, he wanted you more than anything.

He would press his chest to your back—no, he’d make you face him. Coriolanus wanted access to your lips so he could kiss you as much as he liked, even swallow down your moans when he lifted your dress around your stomach and—

A shiver of excitement coursed through Coriolanus’s body. What would your darling Sejanus think if he knew what just transpired? If he knew it was only for your dignity that Coriolanus wasn’t fucking you against the wall hard enough that you forgot where you even were?

You silently bid the party a farewell, forgetting to say goodbye to Sejanus (Coriolanus made no attempts to remind you). You continued to ignore him, hardly speaking and not even looking his way. Not as you walked from the school to the apartment. Stumbling up the stairs, you only spoke to claim you were fine as you gripped the handrail for dear life. Then you went back to silence as you traveled from the front door to your bedroom and locked the door.

Coriolanus only found out about the door because he’d tried to follow you in, but the door knob did not budge. You never used your lock.

Even if you weren’t ready to finish what had been started, it was still incredibly cold. Were you really upset enough to deprive him of your presence until the morning?

“What’s going on with you?” Coriolanus asked through the layer of wood. The taste of you still lingered on his tongue as it traced his bottom lip, waiting for your response. “Can we talk? Can you open the door?”

He gripped the knob tighter and tried again. It wasn’t going to suddenly unlock, but something urged him to prove it.

There was a faint thud as his forehead fell to the door, much as it had to yours not too long ago.

“Can I at least say goodnight to you?”

Again, no response.

He swallowed. Cleared his throat.

Again.

“Please?”

If they could afford to fix it, Coriolanus would break the door down.

He wasn’t sure how long he stood outside your door before begrudgingly going to his own room.

He laid in his bed and fished the underwear from his pocket. Your scent still lingered on them, and it was enough to fuel his imagination as he unbuttoned his pants and pretended his own hand on his cock was yours.

Even after finishing, Coriolanus had a nearly sleepless night. His mind was plagued with memories of his lips on yours, your dress bunched around your hips, him on his knees with his mouth on your cunt. He’d never forget the sounds you made.

When the sun rose, he returned to your door, only to find it still locked. He didn’t even knock, just simply grabbed the door knob and twisted.

You always woke up early for school, putting yourself together in a way that could reflect wealth that you did not truly have. Coriolanus was sure you did it for his sake, knowing how much appearances mattered to him.

You were good to him like that.

If only you’d let him in now.

The laugh that escaped him lacked humor. It was a bitter, frustrated sound.

His hands rested on his hips, his own fingertips pressing in. It was that or gripping the door knob and if he touched that thing again and found it locked…

“This isn’t funny anymore, Y/N,” Coriolanus called through the door. “If there’s a problem we can talk about it. Just stop acting like a child.”

“What, did she steal your blazer again?” Tigris wondered, appearing out of nowhere. Despite her voice being soft with sleep, Coriolanus was still startled.

“No, just a minor disagreement,” Coriolanus replied, quick on his feet as always. “Nothing to worry about, I’m sure we’ll talk it out.”

He emphasized the word ‘talk’, hoping you’d hear him through the door. If you did, he wouldn’t know. Tigris, on the other hand, just nodded and headed for the kitchen.

The smile he gave his cousin on her way was forced. She couldn’t tell that his teeth were clenched together, which was for the best.

A thought dawned on him. You could just be testing him.

Coriolanus knocked on the door and waited, like he’d just solved your puzzle.

What was that thing about insanity—trying the same thing over and over and expecting a different result?

“You’re going to have to come out of your room at some point,” he reminded, trying his best to make it not sound like a warning.

Coriolanus wasn’t used to being frustrated with you. You were usually his relief from people who made him feel this way. He didn’t understand why everything changed all of the sudden.

You’d enjoyed yourself while he got what he wanted. Why was that so bad?

You had always been an enigma, but Coriolanus felt as if he’d come to understand you—that he was the only one who did or would.

Sejanus would never know you the way he did, that was for certain.

From in your room, Coriolanus heard movement. Your dresser opening, maybe. It didn’t matter. You were awake. And ignoring him.

“Y/N? I know you’re awake.” The neediness in his voice was embarrassing. No one else could make him resort to this. “I can hear you. Are you coming out?”

“What is going on?” Grandma’am questioned, standing at the end of the hall. “You aren’t dressed for school. We can’t have you being late.”

Coriolanus looked down at himself. He’d gone to sleep in the outfit he’d worn the night before, and still wore it now.

Arguments died in his throat. You and Coriolanus walked to the academy together. You’d have to come out and talk to him. Grandma’am would drive you crazy if you missed a day of classes.

In record time, Coriolanus was in his uniform.

He might’ve been quick, but apparently you were quicker. As he opened the door to his room, he heard the front door shut.

“Whatever you did, Coryo, apologize,” Tigris advised when he chased the sound of your exit.

Coriolanus just looked at her. Why on Earth would he do that? He’d done nothing wrong.

Down the stairs and out of the building, Coriolanus finally—finally—got a glimpse of you. A flash of red as you turned the corner, setting off down the sidewalk.

It took nothing for him to catch up to you.

“How are you feeling?” he wondered first, recalling your drunken state. “I was worried about you.”

“Were you?” you challenged, eyes forward.

It was good to hear your voice, but Coriolanus furrowed his brows at your tone. You had no reason to be this rude.

“Of course I was, Y/N. How can you even ask me that?” His hand dropped to your shoulder, only for you to shrug it away. “What is wrong with you?”

You looked at him, finally, but the emotion in your gaze… there was something wrong with it. Something distant, lacking the affection those beautiful eyes of yours usually held for him.

Coriolanus swallowed.

“Are you really going to be like this? Is it because of Sejanus? You don’t have to be with him anymore.”

You turned your head forward.

“Leave me alone, I’d like to walk in silence.”

Since when had you become so spiteful? Coriolanus didn’t like it. It evoked something similar in him. He leaned down, getting near your ear.

“You liked it, I know you did,” he hissed out. Coriolanus hadn’t meant for it to come out so harsh, but you were being completely unfair to him right now. “You can’t lie to me.”

Despite the way you shuddered, your jaw remained clenched. You not talking to him was more infuriating than if you had screamed in his face. At least that way he could tell what you were thinking. But no, you wouldn’t allow him to be privy to your inner thoughts, no matter how much effort he put into prying them from you.

It wasn’t a conversation for the public, even Coriolanus knew that, so when you got to the academy a few steps ahead of him, he bit his tongue.

“What did you do to piss off your sister?” Clemensia asked him in a whisper in class. “You’re usually attached at the hip walking in.”

The way she called you his sister felt wrong in a way that it hadn’t before. Even if he never thought it fit when people would say that or assume it, something had shifted.

And was it that obvious? Coriolanus hadn’t even brought it up. He’d simply been a few steps behind you into the classroom. You’d gone to your desk without a word. Was that strange to everyone else too? It was validating, in a way, to know your behavior was, in fact, targeted and odd, but it also made him wonder what the two of you appeared to be from an outside perspective.

“It’s nothing,” Coriolanus lied to her under his breath, keeping his eyes on his paper.

“So you didn’t get into a fight?”

Coriolanus’s brows curved down. He glanced her way.

“A fight?”

“Arachne and Festus saw you pull her away from Sejanus and disappear somewhere last night.”

It was mostly the truth, but she said it so nonchalantly. She couldn’t know what happened after you disappeared. Coriolanus hadn’t seen a single person lay their eyes on either of you in that private moment.

“I get it,” she continued. “I wouldn’t want to be associated with someone from the districts either. She’s not thinking about how she’ll be perceived, or you. Don’t let her drag you down.”

Coriolanus just listened, the night flashing through his mind. No one could’ve known, there was no way.

He quickly corrected the hypocrisy in his own mind. He hadn’t done anything wrong, it was just private. No one else deserved to see you in that state—no one but him.

“We’re fine,” Coriolanus told her. “And her and Sejanus aren’t together anymore.”

Clemensia smirked to herself. “Good.”

Word spread quickly, and with the way you avoided Sejanus—a byproduct of you avoiding Coriolanus—everyone believed it. The final nail was the way you failed to appear at lunch. It got under Sejanus’s skin, causing him to question the state of your relationship without you to answer any said questions.

Truthfully, Coriolanus hadn’t seen anything as amusing in a long while, but your absence weighed on him, too.

The walk home alone was dreadful without you. Even in the morning when you had ignored him, it was better than you being completely gone.

When he got home, your door was shut. How quickly had you left your classes, how fast had you walked, all to avoid him?

This was growing old very, very quickly.

Grandma’am was on the roof with her roses, and Tigris seemed to be missing from the apartment. It was only because of that that Coriolanus devised a way to get into your room.

Why he didn’t think of picking the lock before, Coriolanus supposed it was because he thought you’d give in quicker and let him get the better of you. You were usually weak to him, allowing him to get his way without a problem. You had before.

“Last chance,” Coriolanus called through the locked door. He almost thought that would be enough. He wanted you to open it of your own will. “You can’t avoid me forever, just let me in.”

No such luck.

You looked surprised when he forced the door open, as if you really believed he would just take the loss. You were supposed to know him better than that.

You’d been sitting on your bed in pajamas, evidently already done with the day. Your legs were criss-crossed with a textbook in your lap. You looked up at him, a questioning expression taking over your features.

“What are you doing, Coryo?” you asked, voice low, eyes not quite meeting his directly.

“You weren’t opening the door.” Coriolanus squared his shoulders. “I wanted to talk to you.”

You shook your head, something between a sigh and a laugh escaping you in a puff of air. Coriolanus did not like the accusatory undertone.

“Did you think maybe I left it locked on purpose?” Were you mocking him? “That I wasn’t lying this morning and I really don’t want to speak to you?”

“That’s ridiculous,” Coriolanus insisted, closing your door behind him. He moved towards your bed, watching your body language the entire time as he finally sat on the edge beside you. “You thought I would just let you ignore me?”

You swallowed, closing the book in your lap. “I guess not,” you admitted, setting the textbook aside. “I am well aware of your ego.”

A frown crested Coriolanus’s lip. “Is that what this is—you want to hurt me?”

You tilted your head, catching his gaze, much like he’d made you do the night before. It was the first time in nearly a day since you’d looked him dead in the eye.

“What do you want, Coryo?”

“I want you”

“You want me to what? Not be with Sejanus? Is that it? Is that why you did what you did?”

“You say that like it was something awful. I was there too.” Coriolanus felt a familiar heat rush through him at the memory. “I know what I saw.”

“You humiliated me.”

“In front of who? No one saw us.”

“That’s not the point.”

“Then what is? Because you know Sejanus is weak?” Coriolanus searched your eyes and leaned in closer. He was feeling antagonistic. “I mean, how could he touch you, knowing I got there first?”

Coriolanus caught your hand as you raised it, presumably to strike him.

“Is that what we’ve resorted to?”

He squeezed your wrist, enough to cause pain. You winced and tried to move away, but Coriolanus wasn’t going to let you get away.

“I could ask you the same,” you sneered, sounding like an entirely different person.

“What has happened to you?” Coriolanus questioned. He took a breath. “Do you want me to be sorry for what I’ve said? Fine, then, I apologize. But I’m not sorry for what I’ve done. You should not be with him.”

“I’m supposed to believe someone driven by jealousy?” you inquired back, blinking back tears. Why were you being so dramatic? “How can I trust anything you have to say to me now?”

Coriolanus was taken aback by the question. Did you really not trust him anymore? Even with the tight hold on your wrist, he could feel you slipping from his grasp. If you were to leave him, he’d never forgive the universe for its twisted irony. Coriolanus put so much time and care into you because he wanted you. His family didn’t, at least not at first, but even so, you’d have nothing if it wasn’t for him. Is that what you wanted to leave him with now? Nothing? Nothing but the memory of when you were his?

No, that wouldn’t do.

It just wouldn’t.

“You can trust me, I promise,” Coriolanus insisted, pleading, even. “I love you, I always have—you can’t have expected me to sit back and do nothing while you…”

You looked more betrayed, if that was even possible. He was trying to make it better but explaining was only making it worse. Coriolanus had never met a person where the more he talked, the more he tried to persuade them, they believed him less. In that way again you were an anomaly.

If Coriolanus couldn’t tell you, he could show you. He had to make you understand—he could salvage this and get what he wanted in the end. If he was anything, it was persistent. It had worked before, excluding the aftermath.

Coriolanus moved, keeping his hold on your wrist as he shoved you down, pulling himself up and then on top of you in a fluid motion.

You squirmed, questioning, “What are you doing?”

Coriolanus caught your other hand and brought it to join your other wrist he already had a hold of in one hand. He straddled your waist, keeping your body pinned.

“You won’t listen to me,” he pointed out. Something inside him urged him to lean down. “But I can still prove it to you, that it’s me you should be with. No one else.”

Then he crashed his lips onto yours. It was more forceful than it had been the previous night, ensuring you couldn’t turn away again. His tongue was already in your mouth before you thought to turn your head.

It didn’t matter if you didn’t kiss him back, Coriolanus was in bliss. Your lips were soft, molding perfectly to his. You moaned into his mouth, or maybe it was a protest, but it made his body heat up all the same. Coriolanus couldn’t get enough of you. Last night left him wanting more, not less.

More than that, he was determined. When he finally detached his lips from yours, the both of you panting, Coriolanus set forth on a track that wouldn’t allow him to turn around.

Even if he tried to take it back, everything would already be changed.

So he didn’t even bother hesitating. Coriolanus was determined, even, at yanking your clothes from your body.

Your words were jumbled by the time they reached his ears. His own heart racing with excitement drowned out any requests you had for him.

The word “stop” left his vocabulary until you yelled it too loud for his liking.

Your whole body shook when he clapped his hand over your mouth. Your top was completely gone, your chest heaving as you breathed through your nose. While Coriolanus could’ve easily been distracted by your state, he trained his eyes on your wide ones.

The word helpless crossed his mind, and he had to take a moment to control himself.

“Grandma’am is upstairs,” Coriolanus finally warned, voice low. “Don’t disturb her.”

You blinked. Coriolanus was almost surprised by the way you settled down, but it told him you understood the implications of alerting her.

Your position beneath Coriolanus had to be better than starving and cold on the street, didn’t it?

You didn’t have Sejanus anymore. If you thought you did, Coriolanus would make sure to remedy that with his friend before you got to him first.

As Coriolanus lifted his hand from your mouth, he silently implored he was the only one who could save you from being branded a liar.

Just as Coriolanus had always admired, you were a quick learner. As heartbroken as you looked, you didn’t raise your voice again.

“This isn’t how you make me want to be with you,” you pleaded. Coriolanus wasn’t sure whether to laugh or take it as a challenge.

“We’ll see,” he mused in response.

He got you bare, and then himself.

You averted your eyes from his body, which offended him more than he thought it would.

“You can look,” Coriolanus said, voice heavy.

Something about his voice must’ve gotten to you, because your eyes flicked between his legs. You swallowed and looked back away.

A prideful smirk overtook Coriolanus’s face.

He moved then, still keeping hold on your wrists in one hand, dragging them down over your belly, and placed himself between your legs.

With one hand still holding your wrists, Coriolanus shoved his other hand in between your legs, two prodding fingers finding your entrance before making their way in. Eagerness won out over his patience. He could take things slow later.

You tensed around him, fighting the intrusion, but he wasn’t going to let you win. Even if you weren’t squirming against him, you were resistant. Coriolanus slowly worked at breaking your resolve, massaging his fingers inside your walls, thumb on your clit.

He could see shame wash over your features when a wetness began to form, coating his fingers and allowing him to work you open for him.

“See, you can lie to me, but your body can’t,” Coriolanus asserted, voice thick with arousal.

That triggered something in you, and perhaps Coriolanus reacted too harshly.

It felt like it all happened in a flash. One moment you were on your back, beneath him, clenching around his fingers, and the next he had to manhandle you onto your chest and knees to fend off your attack and keep you still. He regained his hold on your hands quickly, pinning them behind your back while you panted from the short lived exertion.

Coriolanus leaned down to press his lips to your ear.

“I thought we agreed you weren’t going to fight me,” he growled.

Your shoulders shifted as you found further discomfort in your new position, but you didn’t speak. You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of your voice—just like before.

Coriolanus wanted to watch your face as you submitted to him and his love for you, but if this was the only way he could have you for now, so be it.

He lined himself up with your entrance, enjoying the twitch of your body as he pressed the tip in.

Despite all the effort to get you where you were now, Coriolanus slid his cock into you with ease. Your body welcomed him, even if you didn’t.

He couldn’t help himself, his hips bucked forward, shoving himself into you deep. You whimpered into the pillow and Coriolanus’s mind went blank for a moment, basking in the feel of your warm cunt around him. It was better than he imagined.

His cock twitched inside of you, eager to fill you, but he had to make this last. Just like before, Coriolanus wanted to make you feel good. So good you had no choice but to want him.

Coriolanus drew his hips back after a few moments of just resting inside you. When only the tip remained, he thrust forward. Your body rocked against the mattress.

He did it again, this time slower. Forcing you to feel the drag of his thick cock inside of you. Coriolanus liked the way your body quivered as you succumbed to the pleasure he could give you.

You felt like heaven, all wet and warm and squeezing around him in a way that made him want to never leave you.

To show he trusted you, Coriolanus let your hands go. They immediately fell to grip the pillow beneath your head. You didn’t go to fight him and that counted for something. He had an ulterior motive, though, because now he could hold your hips with both hands.

He leaned down, pressing kisses to your back. He ran his hands along your skin, drinking the entirety of you in as he moved inside of you.

His movements were a bit slow, calculated, making you feel every inch of him stretching you out. Coriolanus imagined you rocking your hips back, your moans filling the room, eager for more. That would have to be saved for another time when you were more willing.

You body tensed and shivered, and Coriolanus knew you were getting close. You still had yet to speak.

It was petty, the sudden sharp thrust of his hips to shove his cock deep and hard into you.

A gasp—he drew a gasp from you.

He allowed his weight to fully fall on top of you, finally. Your skin was so warm on his chest, it was as if your body was trying to burn him off of you. Maybe it was all in his head. But it didn’t really matter. It was far too late for that.

“It’s okay to want it,” Coriolanus muttered into your ear.

He felt your body reacting and you were moments away from what he’d been pushing you towards. His thrusts grew shallow, not letting too much of himself leave you as you finally came undone.

You buried your face into the pillow, muffling your cry as you finally came around his cock. It was then that he got what he wanted, even if it was only brief. Your body spasmed and pushed back, trying to feel every inch of him stretching you out, clenching down to hold him there.

Coriolanus followed you soon after, cock throbbing in your walls, spilling inside of you and painting them white. He held your hips so tight he was sure he’d leave bruises as he held himself still, letting the both of you experience the sensation in full.

After however long—Coriolanus didn’t count the minutes—he withdrew from your body. He was a gentleman, so he helped you to lay down before your body collapsed on its own.

He laid down beside you, pulling your blanket over the top of both of your bodies with the intention to bring you comfort.

You were wordless, rolling onto your side, facing away from him.

Coriolanus turned with you, wrapping his arms around your midsection and pulling you back to him. He pressed a kiss to the back of your head before resting his lips near your ear.

“Do you really think not talking to me is the best idea?” he whispered, less frustrated than before.

You shook in his arms, but your voice was steady as you asked, “What do you expect me to say to you?”

Coriolanus didn’t have to think all that long.

“That you love me.”

You were silent for a moment, Coriolanus thought he was going to have to repeat himself.

“I did love you,” you uttered, voice threatening to break. “But it wasn’t enough for you.”

Coriolanus could’ve been angry, but he knew he’d win you back. He had all the time in the world, knowing you wouldn’t dare continue your relationship with Sejanus. How could you? You were already spoken for.

You were Coriolanus’s, you always had been. He realized it before you, but he knew you’d come to learn the truth. You’d accept it eventually, and everything would fall into place exactly as he wanted.

[yellenabelova]

The Hunger Games: The Ballad of Songbirds & Snakes (2023) + text posts

[pedro-reed]

Tom Blyth and Russell Tovey | Plainclothes (2025), dir. Carmen Emmi

[its3nvy]

"Wear the hat, ride the cowboy" Billy the Kid

Summary: After drawing the wrong kind of attention at the saloon, Billy comes to your rescue. Having to pretend to be his for the night, which leads to a ‘wear the hat, ride the cowboy’ situation ;) 

Tags/warnings: mdni (18+), porn with no plot, angst, size kink, riding cock, overstimulation, fingering, breeding kink, creampie, unprotected sex, rough sex, dirty talk, slight knife kink

Note : This is my first time ever writing smut and I haven't edited it a lot so this should be fun. (Tell me if it's good or not pls)

tags: f!reader, smut

word count: 3.7k

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Curiosity led you to the local saloon one evening, where Billy often engaged in poker games. The air inside was thick with the smoky residue of cigars, and the occasional clinking of glasses underscored the distant melody of a forlorn piano. As you pushed through the creaking doors, your presence hung in the air, drawing the gaze of rough patrons whose eyes bore into you with a kind of familiarity you had never known. Unaccustomed to the bold gazes and suggestive comments that swirled around you like a threatening storm, you sought refuge at the bar. A man behind it was taking someone’s order.

You looked around, your eyes finally found Billy's familiar frame, surrounded by a haze of cigarette smoke, engaged in a high-stakes poker game.

“Hello, darlin’,” a drunken man stumbled toward you.

“Hello, sir,” you gave him a small smile, trying to avoid his intense stare.

He leaned against the bar to keep his balance. “Come on, darling, don’t be such a prude. Talk to me.” His hand reached up, attempting to caress your face.

From afar, you saw Billy, his eyes—usually mischievous and full of life—met yours with a fleeting recognition. Without uttering a word, he rose from his chair, his cowboy boots echoing a heavy cadence on the worn wooden floor.

The drunken man's intrusive advances persisted, his slurred words creating an uncomfortable tension. "Don’t play hard to get, honey. I can show you a good time," he insisted, his hand becoming more insistent. Ignoring the drunkard, you turned back to the bar, hoping for intervention. The man persisted, his persistence turning aggressive. As his hand encroached upon your personal space, a shadow fell over you. 

Billy's presence loomed, his gaze colder than the steel of his revolver. Without a word, he grabbed the man's hand, his grip firm and unyielding. “Leave her alone," Billy's voice cut through the clamor of the saloon, his words echoing with a subtle menace.

The tension escalated, a palpable undercurrent surging through the room. The patrons, sensing the imminent storm, shifted uneasily. Billy's eyes held yours, a silent reassurance amid the brewing chaos. The drunk man, now confronted by the notorious gunslinger, stumbled backward, a mixture of recognition and fear contorting his expression. With a final warning glare from Billy, he slinked away into the crowd.

Billy turned towards you, his eyes softening as if to assure you that the storm had passed. 

"What in the hell are ya doin’ here?", he murmured, his tone both gruff and concerned as he reached you, seizing your hand and guiding you to the quiet side of the room. "I needed to go out, Billy," you replied, your voice carrying a note of defiance and desperation.

He hissed, a trace of irritation etching lines across his rugged features. "You can’t. You gotta go home. These people here are dangerous," he warned.

"And you don’t think me leaving alone would be dangerous?" you shot back, your gaze a defiant challenge to the protective facade he wore like impenetrable armor.

"Shit," he conceded, his irritation mingling with a begrudging acceptance of your undeniable truth. "Alright, I’m finishing up my round, and then we can go," Billy relented, his tone an admission of defeat. "But you play along with me, ok? If they don’t think you're claimed, they'll see you as fair game," he said, his gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that cut through the smoky haze, demanding an unspoken oath.

“Ok,” you huffed out.

He pulled you towards his table with a rough yet oddly comforting grip, a silent acknowledgment that, for a fleeting moment, you were to be sheltered from the men surrounding you as long as you stayed with him. "Wait," he murmured, his hand lingering on yours. With a swift motion, he removed his hat, worn and weathered from a life on the precipice.

You extended your hand to stop him. "Billy, you can’t," you insisted, your voice barely more than a whisper, laden with the implications of his gesture. “You know what this means.”

"That’s the point," he declared, his crooked grin returning like a bittersweet promise of protection. As he placed his hat on your head, it became a proclamation, an unspoken claim made before the watchful eyes of everyone present, and a promise of a heated night that lingered in the air like an unspoken secret.

"Now, c’mere," he commanded, pulling you towards him as he settled into his chair, drawing you onto his lap. You bit on your lips, a mixture of anticipation and fear, the heat rising to your cheeks as the proximity between you tightened like a coiled spring. This was the first time Billy had been so close, and the magnetic pull of his presence ignited an unfamiliar fire within you.

He looked up at you as you bit your lips, his gaze a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken tension that hung thick in the air.

As he resumed his poker game, you felt his breath against your neck. "Pass me the whiskey, doll," he asked.

You leaned against the table, inadvertently pulling your hips tighter into his pelvis, sensing his hardness between you. His hands reached out against your hips, gripping you and keeping you still. "Careful," he warned against the shell of your ear, his breath raising goosebumps along your neck, a sensation that heightened the electrifying energy between you.

As you handed him the glass, he took a swig, and then, with a deliberate slowness, leaned down against the side of your neck, planting a lingering kiss. "Thank you, doll," his gravelly voice murmured, the aroma of whiskey lingering in the air.

Billy's fingers grazed lightly along your waist, sending a cascade of sensations through your body. His gaze met yours once more, a silent invitation lingering in his eyes. It was then that you became acutely aware of the speculative glances from the patrons, their curiosity fueled by the undeniable connection unfolding before them.

The weight of Billy's hat on your head felt like both a shield and a beacon, marking you as his amidst the prying eyes of the saloon.

The night passed on and as the final hand of poker concluded, Billy rose from his seat, still holding you close. "Wrapping it up for the night, boys. See ya tomorrow," he declared, his voice a mix of weariness and determination.

He grabbed your hand, guiding you out with a certain urgency. The saloon doors swung open, thrusting you back into the harsh glow of moonlight. As you stopped in front of his horse, he turned around and said, "What the hell were you thinking, coming here alone? You know how they treat women here."

His words cut through the night air, a mixture of concern and frustration etched on his rugged features. The distant sounds of revelry from the saloon formed a dissonant backdrop to the charged atmosphere between you.

You met his gaze, a swirl of emotions reflecting in his eyes. "I just wanted to have one free night, Billy. Just one," you replied, your voice carrying a note of desperation. Billy's jaw clenched, a silent acknowledgment of the dangers lurking in the shadows. "This ain't the place for that, especially not for someone like you," he muttered, his grip on your hand tightening as if to emphasize the point.

The weight of his words hung in the air, and for a moment, the world seemed to stand still. The moonlight cast shadows across his face, revealing the hardened resolve etched into his expression. "I can't have you wandering into places like this, doll," he continued, a trace of vulnerability underlying his gruff tone. "It's too damn dangerous."

Billy sighed, a heavy exhale that seemed to release the tension in the air. "Let's get you home," he said, his voice softened. With a final glance back at the saloon, you moved towards his horse. As you approached, he placed his hands on your hips, lifting you onto the horse with a gentle yet firm touch. You instinctively grabbed his forearm for support, your eyes locking in a shared moment of intimacy. 

The ride home was a silent journey through the cool night air, the rhythmic hooves of the horse creating a steady cadence. You sat in front of Billy, the warmth of his body enveloping you, his strong arms encircling your waist as you traversed the dimly lit trails. 

As the horse navigated the uneven terrain, Billy's embrace tightened slightly, offering both stability and reassurance. His chin rested on your shoulder, his warm breath tickling your neck, and in that intimate proximity, the weight of your unspoken desires lingered like an invisible thread weaving through the darkness.

Arriving at your doorstep, Billy helped you dismount, his touch lingering for a moment longer than necessary. Your eyes met, a complex tapestry of emotions woven between you. He spoke, his words a whisper carried away by the night breeze, "Be more careful, doll. This world ain't kind, especially to those with a heart as tender as yours." He placed his hand against your cheek, caressing it lovingly.

"Billy," you responded, the ache in your voice carrying a mixture of gratitude and longing. He placed a loving kiss on your forehead, his touch a hushed plea for silence. "Go to sleep, doll. I'll come by tomorrow morning," he whispered, giving you a kiss on the forehead, turning away.

"Billy, wait," an urgency surged within you, desperate to find a reason for him to stay. You took off your hat, intending to return it to him, a feeble attempt to anchor him in the moment. “Keep it. I prefer it on you,” he remarked, a bittersweet acknowledgment that stirred emotions too complex to unravel.

Locked in a gaze that spoke volumes, you inched toward him, a silent plea lingering in the air. As your fingers tightened around the hat, a palpable tension filled the space between you. His intense blue eyes held yours, revealing a tumult of unspoken struggles and desires. Your gaze shifted to his lips—slightly chapped yet irresistibly inviting. 

Closing the distance, you reached him, and, without hesitation, pressed your lips against his. The kiss was a desperate plea, an attempt to convey the emotions that words couldn't capture.

Billy's initial surprise melted into a shared passion, and for a moment, the world around you faded. His arms encircled you, pulling you close as if trying to etch the moment into his memory. As the intensity deepened, you let go of the hat, your hands finding their way to his jaw, pulling him even closer. He tasted your soft lips and felt your warm skin. He pulled away slightly, breath mingling with yours, lips lingering, an anguished pause in the silent night.

"Fuck, doll," he groaned, your foreheads leaning against one another, his hands gripping the fabric on your waist. You looked up into his eyes, witnessing the inner battle reflected in his gaze as he grappled with the decision to restrain himself or not.

You approached your lips to his cheek, giving him a slight peck, when you heard him whisper, "Fuck it." His lips crashed to yours, hungry, hot, and demanding, stealing your breath in a heated rush. His hand came up, cupping your jaw, angling your head to deepen the kiss as he slicked his tongue inside your mouth.

“Come, let’s go inside, yeah?” He asked. You nodded at him, as he gave you a quick kiss, ushering you inside, “good girl.” And in an instant, he’s moving toward you, wrapping his arms around your body and pressing you to his chest. You press your lips to his and moan at the taste of Whiskey. His tongue slides over yours in slow strokes that make your cheeks warm, but it’s when his teeth nip at your bottom lip that a whine escapes. 

His rough, calloused hands drop to the cusp of your neck, gripping your hair just tight enough to make you hiss. You arch into his touch as he starts to explore your body, mapping out every dip and curve. 

“Billy- Please… do something.” He moans a response into your neck as his lips slip down to leave love bites along the column of your throat. 

Eager to feel you, Billy tried to pull at the strings of your corset, but to no avail. It was too complicated to remove in the dark, and with the emotions aptly blinding him, Billy had no patience to try.

In the dark, you heard a flick of a knife, and you felt a cold tip of the blade against your skin before Billy’s voice comforted you, “Be a good girl and don’t move, ok?”

A rip ran through the air as Billy sliced your corset in half from the back. You stayed perfectly still, trusting him completely to cut the clothing off of you without harming you at all. The moment Billy had cut your corset, he dropped it to the floor and pulled your top off with it.

He immediately lets his hands drop to your breasts, nipples already pebbling from the cool air. He pinches and pulls at them for only a moment before he’s trailing kisses down your stomach.

Bilily stops just above your hip bones, “May I?” he asks, blue eyes peering up at you. “Yes. Billy, please.” You beg him, voice thick with desperation. He chuckles and then rubs his hand over your throbbing clit. He slides one, then two thick fingers into your dripping pussy. A whimper bubbles from your swollen lips as he pulls back to spit on your heat. His fingers curl, digits stretching and scissoring inside you. Your head feels like it’s spinning, arousal leaking from your cunt and down Billy’s fingers. 

Your hips are unable to escape his assault on your g-spot when he pins you down, and you let out a moan you hardly recognize as your own. “Shit, you’re so wet.” His teeth catch his bottom lip as he smiles down at your fucked-out form. 

Billy’s hand never slows, even as he grinds his palm into your poor clit. You cum not long after, waves of pleasure crashing over and drowning you in euphoria. Your body is trembling as you come back to Earth and Billy is there, watching you from between your thighs. He places a kiss on your sensitive clit before he stands back up, towering over you. 

“Please. Fuck me, Billy.” You say through heavy breaths. He feels his head spin at the sound of your voice. 

“Whatever you want, doll.” 

Billy lays you across the couch and crawls over you, leaning back to release his aching cock from the confines of his pants. Saliva pools in your mouth at the sight of him, pre-cum drips from his flushed, red tip.

He fists his cock at the sight of you below him, lips parted and breasts heaving. Billy leans his body over yours, trapping you between him and the cushions below you. You can feel the muscle covering his torso press against your tummy. He ruts his cock through your pussy, the head catching on your clit deliciously. You both moan at the feeling and link your fingers together. 

“Fuck, you’re so perfect. I’m gonna make you all mine”, Billy coos down at you, searching your face for any hesitance. You nod at him, earning you a keen smile and a quick kiss. “It’s gonna hurt, doll, I’m sorry.” Squeezing his hand, you hold your breath when he lines himself up with your entrance.

You gasp when his tip slips into you, already feeling like he’s split you in two. Salty tears start to well in your lash line at the burn of Billy’s cock stretching you out for the first time. He’s much bigger than you anticipated and you dig your nails into his skin. 

“I know, I know. Just breathe.” He tries his best to comfort you, gritting his teeth at the feeling of your cunt around him. His heart stings at the sight of you crying for reasons other than pleasure, but he can’t help it when his hips buck, pushing himself another inch deeper.

Billy knows he should feel guilty for liking the way you screw your eyes shut, the way your cunt flutters around him even though he’d worked you open already. He’s not even halfway inside you and your legs are trembling around his waist while he holds himself back from pushing in balls-deep. He can’t help but feel a sense of pride swell in his chest at the effect he has on your body. 

Billy’s hand leaves yours and drops to your clit, rubbing tight circles with his thumb. Your mouth opens into an “O” shape and your sloppy cunt grants him another inch.  He can feel the velvet of your walls drawing him deeper, euphoria building in your veins. With every circle drawn, Billy pushes in further and further until he’s finally buried to the hilt. He stills for a moment, letting your cock-drunk mind play catchup with your body. “I’m gonna move, is that ok, doll?”

He pulls out, making you whine at the empty sensation, then, he’s driving his hips forward again. You loop your arms around his neck as he attacks your insides. Any words you have die on your tongue as Billy sets a rough, passionate pace. His tan skin, covered in old and new scars, feels slick against yours as his cock splits your mind in half. You can feel Billy everywhere, you can taste him, touch him, smell him, see him. He’s completely overwhelmed your senses and given you nothing to think about other than him.

The air around you is humid and thick, the scent of sex swimming through it. Billy slips in and out of you with ease, the clear strings of your slick and his pre-cum coat your pussy lips like a gloss. You let your gaze fall on him, watching how his brows furrow with concentration while he molds your insides into the shape of him.

Billy lifts your hips in the air to get an angle that allows him to hit even deeper, pumping his cock into you so hard that the air is forced from your lungs. There’s no one else you could want, no one else who could ever make you feel like this. 

“Shit Billy. I’m so close.” You moan, a familiar warmth starting to coil in your tummy. He nods and slots his lips against yours for one final kiss. His tongue explores your mouth as his dick strikes your g-spot, sending you headfirst into bliss. You cum hard as every nerve in your body is set aflame. His hot, sticky cum floods your walls and leaks from around his cock. 

Silence lies thick in the air aside from your heavy breathing and the soft kisses you share. Billy leans back to peer down at where you’re connected and shakes his head at you. 

He picks you up and places you over his hips, leaning you back. “Can’t waste this, doll.” He tuts at you, gathering the cum leaking from your abused pussy on his tip and pushing it back in. Throwing an arm behind his head, a fucked-out grin crosses his features as you sink down on his cock, letting him rub against your most sensitive spots. A strangled moan sounds in the back of your throat as he slowly pushes back into the deepest parts of your cunt.

His tongue darts out to lick the sweat off of his cupid’s bow, large hands moving to slide down your hips to grab at the fat of your ass. He guides you up and down on him as you babble and cry.

“I’ve got you, doll.” His words send a shiver down your spine and you brace yourself on his broad shoulders. Your cunt flutters around him, “Fuck Billy’-” you cry out.

Billy groans at the sight of a white ring around his shaft, made from a mixture of his and your cum. “So tight… taking me so fuckin’ well.” He bucks his hips, tip grazing your g-spot just right, just enough to make your eyes roll up into your head. “C’mon, doll.”

He leans forward to press a kiss to your forehead, then captures your lips with his. He swallows every moan and hiccup as he pounds into you, only slowing when you clench impossibly tighter around him. Stars are dancing in your vision and pleasure is burning in your veins. You hear him swear again, he lets his head fall back onto the cushions and plants his boots flat on the floor. You nearly scream as he fucks back up into you. He’s growling something in your ear, but his words sound so far away. 

“Cum on my cock, doll. C’mon, do it. Do it for me.” Billy babbles in your ear as he loses his rhythm, now just slamming his hips into yours with all the force he could muster. Your arms are clinging to his neck and he has you trapped against him. White, hot pleasure hits you like a ton of bricks as you squirm on Billy’s lap. His teeth sink into your shoulder as he pumps his hot, sticky cum into your womb. 

He lays back on the couch, letting you rest against his chest.  With a tender touch, he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss on the top of your hair. His lips lingered for a moment. As he pulled back, his fingers began to stroke your hair slowly, each caress a testament to the unspoken passion that simmered between you.

“From now on, that hat stays on you, doll. Let everyone in town see you belong to me."

send me billy thoughts or requests pleaseee :)

[anthonysperkins]

Tom Blyth and Russell Tovey Plainclothes (2025) dir. Carmen Emmi

[julietsbody]

innocence — modern ! coriolanus snow + reader : your friends ask you to get some drugs from the local dealer, but you never expect he would take a liking to you.

tags : 18+!!! MDNI!!! drug dealing ! coryo, drugs, praise kink, overprotective behavior, possessive behavior, porn with feelings, p in v sex, fingering, special treatment

coriolanus snow hated parties, they were loud, and the people were insufferable— but he needed the money from the things he sold. cocaine, weed, even some ecstasy. whatever the people wanted, whatever helped support his grandmother and cousin. they weren’t living in the most luxury like all the other people who held parties in these neighborhoods, so that’s why coriolanus attended them, they always paid the most.

he typically got douchebags or stuck - up pretty girls, they both always paid him in crumpled up ones that he took forever to straighten out and count— what a bunch of assholes.

what he never expected, though, was you, coming up to the man dressed in a korn shirt and baggy jeans with a bow in your hair as well as wearing a pretty dress. your doe eyes peered up at him when you tapped his shoulder, he turned, eyes slotting down to meet yours, “hey.”

“hi,” you hesitate, cute, “i.. do you sell drugs?”

he clears his throat, “sorry?”

“do you—“

“probably shouldn’t repeat yourself, doll,” he tips his head up, “i do, are you buying?“

“just for my friends, yeah,” you smile shyly at him, and he returns it.

you’re so innocent, had you ever done any drugs before? definitely not the ones he sells, maybe the weed, but cocaine or ecstasy? no, no way. if it were for you, he wouldn’t be selling you it anyway. coriolanus had a certain soft spot, if you will, for the innocent girls that wander up to him at parties with their batting eyelashes and naturally pouted lips.

“alright, let’s go upstairs,” he tips his head to the stairs, chuckling when you move to give a thumbs up to your friends before following after him, “why do they make you ask for them?”

he suddenly moves back to grab your wrist when the halls find themselves crowded, not wanting to lose you in the sea of people, nor you lose him. you were a client, a customer, and he always treats his customer this way.

loud incorrect buzzer.

he doesn’t!

coriolanus never dares to allow himself to sweeten up around his customers, or anyone, but something about your shy, deer like attitude— it had a wolf wanting to protect.

“they say they’re too nervous to do it themselves,” you finally answer when he leads you into the nearest empty room, closing the door behind you.

he finally lets go of your wrist, “that so? what are they askin’ for?”

“cocaine,” you swallow.

“then they’re not nervous,” he chuckles, having to deal with his fair share of cocaine users, none of them are nervous to approach him, “why do you let them push you around?”

he moves to sit on the bed, chopping up the cocaine from his pocket on the nightstand next to him. he typically doesn’t like when his customers stand over him, because he never knows what they will do, and he likes to be in control at all times— but you’re harmless, aren’t you? just a little deer.

you exhale a nervous laugh, “they’re not pushing me around, they’re just asking me for favors.”

he hums, eyes peering up at you as his hands absentmindedly work on the pearl powder, it was muscle memory for him at this point. “you promise you’re not doing this shit, too?”

“i promise,” your lips tip up to a curt smile, “it’s really.. scary, honestly.”

he exhales, eyes trailing over the curves of your face before they meet the nightstand again, swiping the powdered sugar like substance into a little baggie. you watch him, almost admiring, “yeah. it is really scary, dangerous, too— don’t want you doin’ this shit too.”

a warm feeling courses through your veins, you hardly realize he’s holding the baggies out for you until he clears his throat, you blink a few times, quickly trying to grasp the money you had— it wasn’t given to you by your friends to spend for them, it was just your own money. how cruel.

“it’s on the house,” he quickly says, almost unaware of what he was saying himself until it finally passes his lips.

you bat your lashes at him, “what—“

“free, doll, just take it,” he allows himself a faint smile.

you hesitantly reach to take the baggies, “are you sure…?”

he nods, “‘m positive.”

“thank you, snow,” his eyebrows furrow at how sweet his name sounds on your tongue, like nectar delivered by the kindest dove from the gods.

you turn to leave, but he quickly stands, “hey—“ he pauses, eyes sweeping over your figure as he tries to figure out what to say, you probably go to millions of parties with your asshole friends, possibly with other dealers.. “some other dealers are gonna try to rip you off, make you pay a lot for a little bit— so just, come to me and i’ll treat you good as long as you’re staying out of trouble, princess.”

“okay, i will,” you nod quickly.

“good girl.”

⊹˚. ౨ৎ

you don’t see coriolanus for a while after that night, it has been no more than a few days, less than a week but the idea of you is rotting in his brain and eating him whole from the inside out. at every party he went to, every girl with a bow in their hair (he despises that it’s the latest trend) or wearing a baby pink dress reminds him of you. with their fluttering lashes and soft smiles, god, he hates that he sees you in every one of them. he hates that you have completely plagued his entire conscience, but yet he never complains about it, not once.

sometimes, sejanus, one of the other known dealers, though he more so considers himself a look - out when coriolanus is selling, or a promoter for coriolanus’ business— he notices how coriolanus’ eyes linger more than usual on the women at parties, it almost makes him laugh, or tease coriolanus.

isn’t he supposed to be intimidating? not a man easily falling for women.

a lover boy, that’s what he seemed like now.

sejanus swishes around his drink in his cup, eyes falling to coriolanus, “what’s up with you?”

coriolanus blinks once, twice, “what are you talking about?”

“you haven’t blinked in like an hour,” sejanus liked to overexaggerate, “are you okay?”

“of course i am,” he scoffs, “‘m gonna find arachne.”

arachne, sejanus’ best friend, albeit she talks so much shit about him behind his back. sejanus is sweet, passive, and arachne is the complete opposite. some would call arachne a maneater, coriolanus thinks of her as a conceited bitch who needs to be put on a leash. she had a tendency to run off whenever she went to parties with coriolanus and sejanus, so coriolanus always had to run after her to try and find her.

sejanus nods, offering a small i’ll look too.

coriolanus allows sejanus to walk the opposite way as he turns the corner, eyes scanning each room for a brunette with a bold red lip. he doesn’t find her anywhere, god, she better not be having sex in one of the rooms upstairs like how she was last time. coriolanus likes to think opening that door to that sight was something out of a horror movie.

he does find a different brunette, though, with more golden tones and curlier hair.

festus creed, of fucking course creed is here. he was another one of the other well known dealers in the area. he wasn’t that well with his sells, mostly because he acts like he’s above everyone else in the worst way possible, and even allows people to pay with sex.

coriolanus heard his sex is never good.

funny, isn’t it? how someone with a small dick and hardly any skills on pleasing women would offer sex as payment.

coriolanus, at least, thinks it’s hilarious.

what he doesn’t think is hilarious, though, is that festus is talking to someone coriolanus is far too familiar with. glittery eye makeup, a lacy bow in their hair, baby pink dress.. it’s you.

coriolanus’ mouth runs dry when you spot him in the corner of your eye, your lips twisting into a sugar - coated grin as soon as your eyes widen, “snow!”

you immediately move to give him a hug, festus’ searing gaze following your every movement in the creepiest way possible— god, coriolanus hates him. his fingers lace around your waist, tugging you close, “hey, princess.”

“princess?” festus snickers.

coriolanus tries to ignore him, but he finds it near impossible with the words that leave your lips next, “this is festus, my friend, do you know him?”

coriolanus scoffs, does he know him, what a joke, “i know of him.”

festus finds himself chuckling bitterly, “is that right, pretty boy?”

coriolanus takes a step, and you feel a certain mold of metal against your waist when he does, a gun, his cold lips part, “sure is.”

your eyes roam over his features, the curves of his skin when his brows collide, the way his eyes darken with malice, the grit of his sharp teeth, the flush of his jaw against his flesh as he moves it. his muscles flex underneath his baggy band t - shirt, veins pulsing. he was angry.

festus’ lips part, but you speak before him, “snow?”

his head nods in your direction, but he doesn’t say anything.

“answer your girl, snow,” festus taunts.

“go upstairs,” he mumbles, it’s to you.

so you do.

⊹˚. ౨ৎ

coriolanus sighs when he closes the door behind him, coming in mere minutes later. you had been sitting on the bed in the vacant room, fingers playing together, eyes glossed over in fear and pricking with tears. coriolanus wasn’t the only one who carried, but you didn’t hear any shots, fortunately.

“kid’s such a fuckin’ asshole,” he mumbles, cracking his bruising knuckles, “he’s not sellin’ you shit, is he?”

“sometimes—“

“don’t buy from him anymore,” coriolanus pauses, swallowing, “he laces his shit sometimes.”

it was true, festus was messy with his work, he didn’t lace the products himself but the people that distributed them to him would, he was just too lazy to even notice.

“i’m sorry,” it comes out hushed, a mere whisper, but coriolanus’ ears pick up on it easily.

his tone is softer now, “why?”

“i didn’t know—“

“then don’t apologize,” his head tips to the side, sniffling the bubbling blood in his nose, he inhales, pupils wide as they roam your features. a glass tear raced down your pliant cheek, and he immediately moved to carefully wipe it away, “don’t cry, doll.”

you don’t say anything, merely melt into his touch. coriolanus isn’t good with affection, he’s hardly had any girlfriend before and if he has, they don’t last long due to his struggles with showing kindness. so it’s obvious the next word that leaves his mouth isn’t one born from honeysuckle, “cocaine?”

your lips move nervously, bottom lip tugging under your teeth as your mascara covered lashes move to his frost - bitten eyes, “do you have.. ecstasy?”

his lips drop to a frown, “why?”

your lips tremble when they part, cheeks heating under his touch, “my friends want to try it.”

“no,” he swallows, jaw ticking, “i’m not selling you that shit.”

“what? why not?”

“that shit is too dangerous,” he chuckles, albeit it’s bitterness, “i don’t want you around that, it’s trouble.”

“i’ve been good,” you reassure, hips swaying when you scoot closer to the edge of the bed, closer to him.

“have you, now?” his thumb is gently rubbing against your skin.

“i have, i promise,” you offer, feeling his fingers move so his thumb is now moving against your bottom lip, dipping into your mouth ever so slightly.

you smile around it and his pupils dilate even more, are his eyes blue anymore or merely just sole pupil? “naughty girl.”

then he stops, as if he had realized something, and pulled away. your lips curve downward to a frown, desperate to have his touch again, “snow?”

“don’t,” his molars collide, “i’ll hurt you.”

“that’s okay—“

“—i’m bad news—“

“—i don’t think that—“

“—i’m dangerous, doll.”

you hesitate, inhaling sharply, “but you won’t hurt me.”

he doesn’t say anything for a minute, “so, you want cocaine?”

you give him a careful nod, and he smiles. again, he’s being sweet.

“you know how to chop up cocaine?”

you allow yourself a giggle, “you know i don’t.”

“i’ll show you.”

and he does, his hand is gentle as it guides yours, fingers curling against the curve of your own as he crushes up the cocaine, guiding you to chop it up with the card he gave you. you’re warm underneath his cold touch, his movements experienced whilst yours are new. “how many times have you done this?”

he shrugs, breath fresh against the shell of your ear, “a couple hundred, for sure.”

“i could help you, you know, with the business,” you offer, despite not even really wanting to.

“no,” his fingers are tighter against your skin, but not enough to hurt, “i don’t want you in this business, you being around me is dangerous enough.”

“you’re not dangerous, snow,” you hush out.

he moves closer, and you feel his gun brush against your ass, lips curving into a smile, “you think so?”

you shiver from the touch, it’s loaded, the safety is probably off, “i know so.”

your thighs push together, he feels it, making him chuckle, “you’re so needy, princess.”

“snow,” you breathe out, “this isn’t fair.”

“how so?” he presses a soft kiss behind your ear, “just because you aren’t getting what you want?”

“do you want it?” you pause your movements.

“of course i do, i want it as much as you,” he moves your fingers so you drop the card, guiding them to his bulge, “‘m just not spoiled.”

you frown at his works, fingers curving around his bulge, god, how big was he? “‘m not spoiled either.”

“whatever you say, princess,” he grits out.

you palm him so well, it nearly has him rutting against your hand, breathing getting heavier against your ear. his fingers move to trail down down your back, dipping underneath the hem of your skirt and tracing along the thin material of your lace panties. his jaw shifts, “such a dirty girl, wearing these panties.”

you whimper when his fingers graze along the soaked part of your panties, thick fingers brushing against your clothed clit, “please— snow.”

“please what, princess?” you mumble something in response, but it’s nearly incoherent, more of a whimper, “use your words.”

he moves to pull your panties to the side, now touching your bare clit, making your thighs tremble, “i need— fuck, i need you— inside.”

he nods, pressing kisses along the side of your neck, finding himself already pussy - drunk. it almost felt sacrificial, a sinful man dipping his fingers inside of a goddess, the way you moaned at the feeling of his finger stretching you out— it was as if he could be confessing of his sins at any minute.

to see your hips bucking against his finger, his name hushed on the tip of your delicate tongue. didn’t you know that many people wanted him dead? how many people hated him? how the police could arrest him at any second? yet you didn’t care, a lamb to the slaughter, a deer in between the jaws of a wolf.

yet you were rutting against his hand, begging for more, desiring him to push another finger in— and he did exactly that, prepping your tight cunt for his cock, “you’re so fuckin’ tight, doll, i don’t know if it’ll fit.”

“it will— it will, i know it will—,” you’re just babbling nonsense at this point, and coriolanus wanted to be gentle, he really did, but your sweet moans, your sugary whimpers, the way he so easily pushed his fingers inside of you, the way that when you curl, your moans up a few octaves. you were so sensitive, god, were you a virgin?

the thought had coriolanus pulling his fingers out, twirling you around so he can push his fingers into your mouth, allowing you to taste yourself as his other hand undoes the belt holding his baggy jeans up. his eyes are crystalizing the memory of your tongue swirling against his fingers, sucking up every taste of your own cunt— have you thought of this as many times as he has?

he moves his hand to take his gun before it falls, placing it on the counter behind you, his fingers move from your mouth to help him push his jeans down, your lips part, “why do you have a gun?”

he smiles sweetly at your words, nearly chuckling, “why do you think?”

“‘m not sure, that’s why i asked,” you had a certain tinge in your voice that makes him quirk a brow.

“it’s to protect myself, princess,” he pushes his boxers down, finally freeing his cock, “now be a good girl, turn around, and bend over.”

of course you do exactly what he asks, bending over the counter so he can push your skirt up. the feeling of your innocence being stripped away right in front of you was far too good, like a cross ripped from the chain around your neck, or your holy water being unpurified. you were a cupcake with frosting on top, and coriolanus was sinking his teeth into you, rotting his sweet tooth.

his dick slaps against your heat when your legs part with desire, making you whine against nothing, “snow— please..”

“just say it, princess,” he moves to rub his red tip against your clit, making you shudder, knees buckling already.

“fuck me— f..fuck me,” you repeatedly beg.

he moves closer to press a sweet kiss on the back of your neck, bones colliding when his cock finally pushes into your cunt. you were so tight around him, squeezing him around your velvet walls. your jaw falls slack when you gasp at the feeling of him stretching you out, his lips pull tight together in a grunt, “so tight for me, princess— jesus christ..”

his breathing is labored when he pulls his hips back and thrusts in, he goes slow at first, treating you like you were a fragile statue made from porcelain, but then you’re begging him to go faster, to go harder. your fingers graze along the gun placed on the counter, right next to the cocaine. his tongue swipes along the roof of his mouth before he speaks, “are you sure, doll? i don’t— fuck— want to hurt you.”

“h-hurt me, it’s okay,” you mumble out, and he truly does hesitate for a second, then his thrusts are suddenly faster, bumping you into the counter with the sheer snap of his hips. your cries sound like noises formed from a blessed harp, passed down by the gods for him to listen to, each moan getting louder and louder until his ears are ringing, until the music sounds hushed compared to your screams.

it’s so obscene, all of the things that he finds himself spitting out as he harshly bucks into you. so cute, jus’ wanna ruin you, takin’ my cock so well, that feel good princess? he can’t help the way his hands snake up to your hair, tugging at the pretty bow wrapped around it, earning a frosted moan from your glossed lips.

it’s not long until you’re cuming on his cock, with him pulling out to twirl you around and push you to your knees, allowing you to jerk him off until thick white stripes are decorating your face. the white glitter, the sweet scent of your lip - gloss, now accompanied by his cum.

how cute.

“so fuckin’ pretty,” he mumbles as he tucks his dick back in his boxers, pulling his jeans back up when your painted nails move to wipe away the cum on your face, lapping it up with your pretty tongue.

you giggle sweetly, “do you do this with all your customers?”

he shakes his head, “no, doll, you’re special, you know that.”

and it’s true, you really were special.

you were a dangerous man’s doll.

[xplore-the-unknwn]

"People can be good. You can be good"

Snow had so many chances to pick the right choices. So many.

I love this scene because he was so genuine here. The way his eyes were so desperate for answers about who he truly is, the way he was openly vulnerable to the person he trusted, his family. And you only have that often with Snow. If only in another world he didn't let his thoughts consume him. If only in another world he believed there was good inside everyone. If only in another world he retired with Lucy Gray in the woods. 😣