#TBOSAS Press

[things-stronger-than-fear]

the only real tbosas question: in that interview where rachel and tom are listing the tributes for the 10th games, and tom says he keeps thinking there's one named jet... IS THAT A SUBCONSCIOUS WEST SIDE STORY REFERENCE??

[rachelzeglerstyle]

Arriving at BBC Studios for “The Ballad Of So birds And Snakes” Press || November 9th, 2023.

Rachel Zegler wore a Dior Fall 2023 Blouse and Houndstooth Midi Skirt (N/A). She wore the ‘J’Adior Slingback Pump’ ($1,050) and carried the ‘Medium Lady D-Joy Bag’ ($5,200).

[mockingjaysnakes]

i love them

[itskeisy]

First interview of our trio for tbosas🐦‍⬛🐍

[dylanobrienisbatman]

I'm obviously so glad the strike has ended and that the actors have gotten what they wanted and needed from their contract... but also PRESS TOUR LEWKS ARE BACK BAYBEE!

[spideyhexx]

thinking about that 92ny thing when they asked the cast what they collected and tom went ...stones :(

AH😭I’ve seen that clip but i haven’t watched that full interview because I know im gonna be too giddy

[dixonsbrat]

𖥔 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𖥔

summary ; coriolanus needs to learn how to relax.

pairing ; young!coriolanus snow x fem!reader

notes ; smut. 18+ content. minors do not interact! handjob (male receiving). swearing. spoilers for tbosas !

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coriolanus’ determination to achieve the plinth prize was palpable. the coveted prize, awarded annually to the top students at the academy, granting them money and essentially a free ride through the university, was all he had been focusing on. 

countless books lay strewn across his desk, balls of crumpled up paper scattered around the room, as he stood before it. leaning against the old wooden table as his arms firmly held him steady. it was a clear indication that coriolanus had been pushing himself, striving to make every word and every thought count. 

while it was something to admire, that didn’t stop the worry that had been seeping in. it wouldn’t have been obvious to most, but to you, someone who spent a lot of time with him, you could see the dark circles that had begun to encapsulate his eyes, the way his hair was slightly disarrayed, or the fact that he hadn’t even completely changed out of his academy uniform. only his bright red pants and blue shirt still firmly clad on his body. 

he doesn’t hear you come in, doesn’t hear the thud from you closing the door, or you dropping your bag on the chair in the corner of the room. too enthralled by his textbooks and whatever scribbled nonsense is written in them, that it’s not until you wrap your arms around him from the back that he finally takes notice of your presence. 

a smile spreads across his face as he places a hand atop of yours, “what are you doing here?” he asks, surprised but pleased to see you. 

you pull him closer, embracing the feeling of holding him in your arms after barely getting to see him that day. the smell of roses filling your senses as you drink him in, “tigris let me in, said you’ve been cooped up in here all afternoon. plus, i… missed you.”

“i really missed you too, my love, but i-”

“-have so much to do. i know,” you cut him off, finishing his sentence. the same sentence you had been getting for weeks now. “which is exactly why you are going to put away the books and spend some time with your girlfriend.” 

you can physically see the gears beginning to turn in his head, trying to think of a way to let you down gently. you didn’t take it to heart, you knew how important it was for him to win the plinth prize. you were the only one outside of his family that did. 

“you already know you’re going to get that prize, coryo,” you sigh, “nobody even comes close in comparison to how hard you’ve been working for it, but you’ve gotta stop spreading yourself so thin.”

“i know, but tigris and grandma’am-”

“-would agree with me, that you need a night off,” you press a gentle kiss to the back of his shoulder, and pull him in even tighter. his head lulls back to lean against yours, blond curls falling into his face as a sigh leaves his lips. he knew you were right. “you’re always taking care of everyone else, let me take care of you for once.”

he turns to look at you now, eyes big and dewy, a mixture of surprise and understanding as he comprehends the hidden meaning behind your words. however, before he can utter a single word in response, your hands gently glides along his abdomen, gradually tracing its way down to were the band of his pants delicately meets his waist. his breath catches momentarily, captured by a flicker of anticipation, while his unwavering gaze remains fixed upon your own, unyielding and brimming with unspoken emotions. 

“you’ve been working so hard,” your voice is barely above a whisper, almost tauntingly, but he hears you all the same, “... let me help you relieve some of that tension.”

coriolanus swallows hard, falling into your hands, both physically and metaphorically, and he surrenders with a nod. it brought a smile to your face to see the hard exterior he put on crumble, become powerless, and just from your mere touch. 

his back stiffened as he leaned against you, watching as your hand roamed lower now, trailing down to where he was confined behind his pants. a shaky breath escapes him and he shifts on the balls of his feet, waiting with anticipation as you finally make contact with his now pulsing bulge. nothing separating you except for the thin material of his underwear. 

“y/n,” he sighs, your name falling from his lips so gracefully. 

you can’t help the small laugh that escapes you, pleased to see the effect you had on him. “shh, don’t think about it, you do enough of that as it is. just relax,” you push on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek, as a bright flush spreads across it. 

you could feel him getting harder in your grasp, his breaths growing shorter and lower, eyes flailing closed with desperation. your hand runs circles around him, groping him where he needed you the most. it brought you pleasure just to hear the soft moans escaping him, watching him lose control to you. 

his chest rises and falls at a dramatic pace, his patience wearing thin, but that was all part of the fun. you wanted him needy, begging for you to touch him. 

“fuck, y/n,” he gasps, illiciting a stroke of excitement in you. 

deciding that he had enough of you teasing him, you waste no time delving into his underwear and releasing him from the constraints of his pants. an audible sigh of relief comes from coriolanus as you do so, his body shuddering slightly at the warmth of your hand finally making contact. 

he rests in your hand, his largely endowed member, all pretty and pink at the tip. you stroke him teasingly, rubbing the end with your finger to gather the pre-cum that had trickled out, using it to help you start stroking him. he shudders from the movement, struggling to stand still as you slowly pump your hand up and down his shaft. 

you remove your hand momentarily to collect some of your spit and when you hold him once more he shudders, struggling to stand still, and his hips begin to move involuntarily. if there was one thing coriolanus loved more than you pleasuring him, it was watching you pleasure him. 

tucking his chin against his chest, he watches as your hand works his length, pumping back and forth with ease. his hips jut forward, begging for more, until it all becomes to much and his hands lurch forward to grasp onto the table before him, just like they were when you walked in. 

“let it out for me, baby,” your voice is reassuring in his ear, sweet and soft, full of promise. 

hearing you speak to him in such a way pulls a moan from the back of his throat and he just about loses it. his body tightens at the same time, hips bucking himself into your hand faster as the coil in the pit of his stomach finally bends and breaks.

he clamps his teeth down on his lower lip to muffle his moans, trying to remain quiet so that no one else could hear what the two of you were up to. his knuckles turn white as he gently bangs his fist down on the desk, and it’s only seconds before your hand is warm with his cum. 

“fuck me,” he whisper-shouts, eyes clenching shut as his hips jut and dick twitches in your hand. 

“that’s my boy,” the comment pulls a small chuckle from coryo as you remove your hand, his white secretion now coating it, “though, it does seem like an awful waste. i guess it’s a good thing i’m not done with you yet.”

[xoxovanillq]

Thinkin’ about Coriolanus making you wear his dog tags…

Maybe your his wife, he gives them to you the night of your wedding, warning you not to take them off. Some sort of protectiveness sparks over him when he sees the metal pressed between your breasts as you change, his name forever dangling there.

idk, but i rewatched tbosas last night, so send me some reqs!

[hs-is-loml]

Still Love Him More. (t.b)

Pairing: Tom Blyth x Co-star!Reader, mention of Past!Charles Leclerc x Reader

Summary: some fans can't get over your past relationship with a certain famous ferrari driver while others are obsessed with your new boyfriend.

Type: Social Media AU! face claim is Rachel Zegler

Warnings: toxic fans? mentioned a slightly unhealthy past relationship with charles leclerc. (literally only mentioned and not pictured...), few grammar mistakes in the twitter threads. not a warning but tom blyth being the standard. UNEDITED

a/n: this was inspired by @sofs16 's jealousy, jealousy! + i'm deprived of charles since the f1 season being over rn so maybe i'm a little harsh with him in this... (written in 3am because why not)

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y/nupdates y/n with rumored co-star boyfriend tom blyth at the knicks basketball game tonight!

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y/nsidelove rumored? haven't they been dating since last year?

→ peetaspastry i think we all just assumed with the amount these two are together!

→ articarabella they are definitely dating! a few weeks ago y/n went on live and it was pretty much confirmed by them! they also mentioned how tom and her searching for a new place in new york

y/nforlifeee honestly, i don't know how people didn't figure it out sooner

thatonebakucorner who is this man and why is he with y/n😀

→ protectthewags it's her new love interest in tbosas

→ thatonebakucorner so what he's the her new love interest in her life too??!

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blythandl/nnews more pictures of y/n and tom during the tbosas

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y/nintbosasera she found an european man with some height to him🙏🏼🙏🏼

→ finnicksspear not the shade to the vroom vroom ex😭

→ welovey/n people need to get over the fact y/n and charles have been broken up for over a year already...

blythfilms something about them just make sense

nevergettingoverthem i've never seen a photo of y/n looking so happy!

→ y/nineverymovie maybe it's because her ex's fans used to belittle her and criticized her on anything she did?

valntynemade i should've known that the f1 girlies would find this

→ staystrongy/n they never miss when y/n is spotted with someone

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tbosasmemories behind the scenes pictures of y/n l/n and tom blyth while filming tbosas!

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lovelyy/n the casting and sets of this movie are impeccable

unfairodair only tom blyth would make people attracted to a murderous man with a buzzcut

→ watchingforthem the same thing happened with drew starkey playing rafe cameron

soundofsnowlanding the more pictures are released of tom and y/n, the more it makes sense why they fell in love with each other!

→ y/nineverymovie she always seems to laugh more when he's around

livingfory/nreputationera the best thing that happened to y/n and her mental health was getting away from her ex. not to mention how she can actually focus on her career now

→ carlosconfusion i don't get why everyone hates charles so much? what happened between him and y/n?

→ wagsforlife charles and y/n were together from around late 2020 to early 2022. during the relationship, y/n was receiving a lot of hate from charles' fans and took a break from all social media and acting until the press tour of west side story started. many fans still love them but as separate people and not a couple!

→ oneforthewags exactly, that! even though y/n isn't a wag anymore, we still love her and support her work!

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tomblyth to my favorite person who breathed life into this movie. i will never be able to thank the world for sending you into my life. you are the light in the darkest scenes. i am truly the luckiest person for having you by my side every day. you are beautiful, angel.

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yourusername i love you

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→ tomblyth and i endlessly love you.

songbirdsandsnakes snowbaird lives with you two

hunterschafer you guys are too cute!

variety hollywood's favorite couple ❤️

lunasteeples gorgeous girl

thehungergames two incredible leads

jesperjones a cast made up of the loveliest people :)

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yourusername i cried to him last night about how proud i am of him. he is so wonderful in this film. you will all love him as much as i do. but i still love him more.

but i also wanted to say that i came to adore this man through long days, fun nights, in-depth talks, and silly inside jokes. i spent every day with him and got to know his heart, his sense of humor, his charm, and first and foremost, his immense talent.

my sweet tom, you are unbelievably wonderful in every way. goofy, sincere, and lovable in every moment we have. i love working with you, but beyond that, i love knowing you.

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tomblyth you forgot to mention that i also cried with you last night.

→ tomblyth besides that. i have never met anyone else that is as perfect as every aspect of you. no one will ever have my heart the way you do.

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→ yourusername you have me forever.

lilymhe loved the movie! and the amazing chemistry between the two of you!

vogue favorite on and off-screen pair

alyciajasmin beautiful people 🤍

nickkbenson biggest smiles

→ yourusername always!

florencepugh adore you both

[berzahoes]

manifestation, baby! | tom blyth

summary: fans find out tom’s girlfriend has an old youtube channel where she reviewed the ballad of songbirds and snakes (and she definitely manifested her life)

an: the way i thought about this idea and quickly wrote it down so i didn’t forget it. i used to have an app that made those fake tweets but i’m just tired to make fake profiles 😭 maybe i’ll change it later idk

for the purpose of this imagine, let’s pretend tbosas book was published between 2017-2019

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tomblythxsnow apparently tom’s girlfriend has an old youtube channel where she reviews books and she reviewed the ballad of songbirds and snakes and she literally manifested her future 😭

lucymygf WHATTT WHATS HER CHANNEL NAME

tomblythxsnow it’s yn’s book corner. she hasn’t posted since 2019 ngl i need her to review a little life because that book destroyed me

nat76_ omg i used to watch her videos!! i’m still subscribed to her 😭 i remember only buying and reading the books she liked because i wanted to be her so bad

j4ckaszlol “if someone ever makes a movie adaptation of this book and casts someone attractive to play snow then i am sorry for the person i become” REALLLLL

graybairdsmockingjay dude the part where she said “i’m calling it now whoever plays young snow will be my boyfriend. movie studios always cast someone attractive as the younger version of a character!” MY JAW DROPPED SHE NEEDS TO TELL ME HER WAYS

“guess what rachel just sent me.” you heard tom say when he arrived to your shared apartment.

“wedding invitations?!” you gasped as you almost stood up from the sofa since you were watching reruns of criminal minds, but tom stopped you.

“no, it’s better!” tom sat beside you and showed you his phone. “why didn’t you tell me you had a youtube channel?” on his phone screen was your review of the ballad of songbirds and snakes, which had become a very popular video over the past couple of days.

you hid your face with a pillow and groaned. “don’t remind me. i just wanted to talk about my books and my family didn’t care. don’t watch it! it’s embarrassing!”

���i think it’s cute. aw look, your dog made a cameo!” he pointed at your old dog you used to have that walked into the frame.

“indi! no, come sit right here. oh . . . and she’s walking away. okay, anyways.” your younger self said in the video

“indi? why Indi?” tom asked you even though you were still hiding from embarrassment.

“after indiana jones. my dad and i loved those movies and he gifted me indi as a birthday present.” you confessed.

“love, don’t be embarrassed. i think it’s cute that you manifested your life according to the comments on instagram,” tom paused the video then cuddled up to you. “i won’t watch it if you don’t want me to.”

“it’s fine, i just didn’t think anyone would find it. we can watch it together.” you uncovered yourself and sat down properly to watch the video with tom. before he pressed the play button and together you watch your younger self review the book.

“i’ve read all the hunger games books at least four times and this one did not disappoint. but i do hope whoever ends up being cast as young snow is someone hot. i’m sorry it’s the rules! and they will be my boyfriend, i’m calling dibs.”

tom smirked at you. “if only younger you could see you now.”

“she would definitely think ‘wow, how did we pull this beautiful man?’ then be confused as to why the hunger games and fnaf is trending in 2023.”

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ynlovesbooks told ya. love you tomblyth ❤️

rachelzegler she is THAT girl

ynlovesbooks no u

everdeenx12 bestie he’s EVIL

ynlovesbooks he’s a walking red flag but my favorite color is red 😍

chamaletproblems pls tell me how you did this

ynlovesbooks i figured out who they were casting and kept him hostage until he agreed to be my bf

tomblyth true

[etherealperrie]

Anywhere With You

Chapter 1: "it's time to go"

Coriolanus (Coryo) Snow x Reader Word count: 2.4k Contains: pre-hunger games Coryo | longtime friends to lovers | Coriolanus being soft for the one he loves | mentions of minor tbosas characters | immense amounts of fluff and comfort | slight tbosas spoilers (but not really)

Want More? Chapter 2

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“The Plinth Prize is no longer.” Dean Highbottom’s voice echoes through the stadium of students, the weight of his words settling amongst the first three rows of Academy standouts. Gasps and whispers fill the crowd, the hair on the back of your neck standing at attention, the buzz of others’ words sending chills down your spine. You don’t dare look at Coriolanus, instead letting your eyes fall shut.

“You’ll face one more test to prove your worth,” the Dean continues, making his way up to the podium at the front of the hall. “After all, you are our most promising students. This is in your DNA.”

Swallowing hard, you force your eyes open, a sick feeling reeling in your stomach. This was supposed to be the end. This was supposed to be the start of your summer with Coriolanus – the time before University. The day that was supposed to change both of your lives for the better.

Murmurs fill the quiet space in between Dean Highbottom’s dramatic pause, stopping not only to drag out this horrific explanation but to soothe himself with a bottle of morphling. You’d never once wished to try the drug, but today, with your vision of the future thinning before your eyes, you’d gladly share the vile with him.

The feeling of skin brushing against yours turns your attention from the front of the room to the chair next to you. Coriolanus. You can’t hold back anymore. You didn’t care who saw, or what they thought. You watch his jaw twitch, his eyes still facing forward as his hand grasps yours, his thumb pressing slow, gentle circles into your skin. He’s holding it in. Another hurdle yet for him to surpass. When you squeeze his hand in return, an involuntary response, he lets out a shaky breath, his eyes flickering to you for only a moment.

Coryo.

Not Coriolanus Snow. Just your Coryo for that moment.

The eyes of your fellow classmates burn at the back of your neck. They all knew Coriolanus was meant for that prize. Top student with stellar marks, after all. Only you knew, though, how badly he needed it. How badly Tigris needed it. The Grandma’am. You, too. This day was supposed to change everything.

Indeed it had.

“On this day of the 10th annual Reaping for the Hunger Games, you all are no longer students, but mentors.” Dean Highbottom continues speaking, pulling you from your own head. Coriolanus shifts uncomfortably in his seat, his free hand tugging at the collar of his shirt. A shirt he’d nearly outgrown, even with Tigris’ adjustments. His other hand never releases yours, his thumb continuing to trace up and down your skin, working to calm you. In any other circumstance it might have worked.

“Each of you will be paired with a tribute from the districts and act their mentor leading up to and throughout the Games.”

“For what purpose?” you ask. The question leaves your lips before you have a chance to even think. Before you have a chance to consider the consequences. What harm could an innocent question have? It was innocent, of course. A student simply inquiring about the new assignment. Certainly nothing more. Most definitely not an imposition of the justness of withholding the Plinth Prize and meddling in “game” that was nearing its natural end. No one in the Capitol had watched the games in years, they were savage. Inhumane. Disconnected from the current state of affairs; the war had been over for years.

Deep, dark laughter fills the room, an unfamiliar voice echoing off the walls. Chills crawl up your spine, a shive running through your body. Everyone's heads whip around, a tall figure entering the auditorium. She slithers down the aisle towards the podium, stopping just in front of your chair. You slip your hand out of Coriolanus’, but he refuses to let go now more than ever. His grasp tightens on you and you notice him shift forward in his seat. It’s now your turn to soothe him, running your thumb over his.

“For what purpose?” the woman before you mimics. You swallow, noting her duochromatic eyes. Her makeup is severe, her hair frazzled, her hands draped in bright red latex gloves. The faint sound of hissing grows louder as she takes another step forward. A snake is wrapped delicately around her wrist, flicking its tongue, slithering over the shiny material. “My dear, remind me. What are the Hunger Games for?” She speaks softly, but in the silent room, her words are clear to all.

“I– well, they’re to –”

The woman shakes her head, clicking her tongue. “You see? We’ve already forgotten.” She turns to Coriolanus, a smile spreading over her lips. “Mr. Snow,” she says. “Why don’t you remind your –” her gaze drops to your intertwined hands, “classmate what the Hunger Games are for.”

Coriolanus shakes his head, looking at you then back to the woman. You weren’t sure who she was, but she knew Coryo. But then again, that came with the territory of being a Snow. He could never escape the history and prowess of his father, no matter how hard he tried. And believe you, he’d tried.

“You tell us they’re to punish the districts for the war.”

“Precisely, Mr. Snow. We all seem to have forgotten what this all is for. And that is where each of you come in.”

“Ah, Dr. Gaul, thank you for providing that insight,” Dean Highbottom interrupts, turning the attention back to the center of the room where the woman – Dr. Gaul – sulks away to join him. Coriolanus leans back in his seat, his breathing heavy. He releases your hand and leans in to place his hand on your thigh. The feeling of his warm palm through the fabric of your uniform lets you take your first deep breath since arriving.

He’s with you.

The remainder of the day goes by in a blur. When you emerge from the Academy, the afternoon sun is beginning to set. You, Coriolanus, and your classmates had each been assigned a tribute. A tribute to make a spectacle of. A tribute to use then sacrifice into the slaughter in order to obtain some prize. It made your stomach turn, the idea of being forced to take the small boy you’d been ‘given’ and parade him around only to send him to his death. A small boy no more than thirteen. A boy you were meant to despise simply because he’s district. But this boy, nor any of the tributes – especially the small girl assigned to Coriolanus – had seen the war, they hadn’t caused it. They were collateral in the Capitol’s game of control. Control they garnered with false promises of the prize. A prize that neither you nor Coryo thought actually existed.

“Who’s to say they don’t dangle it in front of us again?” you ask later that night, standing beside Coryo at the sink while he washed out the pot of potatoes and cabbage Tigris cooked. “That they don’t give us another assignment – another hurdle – to obtain the prize. Just to use us for their bidding?”

You slide behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist. He sighs, setting down the pot and turning to be face to face with you. His hands wander around your waist, pulling you tighter to him.

“Those poor kids are going to die for nothing, Coryo. And we’re to blame,” you cry, resting your head on his chest. He takes a deep breath and presses a kiss to the top of your head. You fit into him so perfectly. The steady, rhythmic beat of his heart in your ears grounds you, tethering you to the moment.

“It’s not your fault,” he whispers. “Dr. Gaul is clearly mad. The way she taunted you?” He pauses, sucking in a breath. There’s a few beats of silence before he speaks again. “I don’t know what she’s capable of, but if she’d have laid a hand on you, I-”

You lift your head to look up at him and lift your hands to place one on each side of his face. His eyes, a blue so clear you can see right into his soul, meet yours.

“I know, Coryo, I know.”

“We have to get out of here,” Coriolanus says. His gaze still holds yours, his demeanor serious.

Your brow furrows. “Get out of where? The Capitol? Coryo, where would we go?”

“Sejanus talks of a place up North, somewhere off the grid where nomads persist.”

“You can’t be serious,” you say, letting your hands fall from his face.

You wanted out. You’d heard rumors of this place up North too, but assumed it was fictitious – maybe a story the districts orchestrated to provide some hope after the war. You’d been taught to be grateful for a life in the Capitol, after all, your name would never be reaped. But the longer you spent here and the older you grew, the more the story of the Capitol and its protection seemed to fall apart. Today had been further proof. Putting the lives of district children in the hands of Capitol children for the sick purpose of entertainment and control.

Coryo turns his head to look out the floor to ceiling windows of the Snow penthouse. Coriolanus had many thoughts about his home, not all of them poignant and kind. He hated the way his home had crumbled throughout the war. Sure, it wasn’t as luxurious as it had once been, but you had an unspoken appreciation for it, knowing that everything within these walls shaped him into the Coryo you loved.

“If we go back to the Academy tomorrow, we’ll never escape. I have a sinking feeling about this game, love. I don’t want Gaul and her creatures hurting you and who’s Dean Highbottom to miss either of us? The miserable bastard will be three morphlings gone by the time the games begin.”

“What about Tigris? The Grandma’am? What about my family?”

Coriolanus sighs. “I’ll make arrangements with Pluribus tonight, he’s always done well to take care of us before.” Coryo reaches out to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear, taking a pause to caress the side of your face. “And I’ll go wherever you go. If you want to stay, I’ll remain here with you. Whatever you decide, I’ll be there to protect you. This,” he whispers, running his thumb over your bottom lip, “is the most important thing to me.”

When your eyes meet his, the defense falls away. He sometimes wished you didn’t have such an effect on him. He never struggles keeping things in, or keeping the world out of his head. But with you – those eyes – he couldn’t hide. He’s grateful for it, really, before you he’d never had a soft place to land. But now, with your hands caressing him, he knows he’s found it.

You could imagine it. The thing you’ve always wanted, a life with Coryo. A life without the influence and ever-looming threat of the Capitol. Of their control, of the stress of finding a way to the top. Coryo wanted the same thing, a life with you. A life where you two were free to be whomever you wanted; a simple life where you could eat what you wanted, when you wanted, and spend your days lying with one another and living amongst others peacefully the way you imagined you would when the war first ended.

“I can’t go back there, Coryo.”

“Then tomorrow morning, we’ll go.” He says it so matter of factly. As if it’s all going to be okay. You choose to believe him and sink into the strength of his chest, wrapping yourself around him tightly. He chuckles, bringing some levity to the decision the two of you just made. “Why don’t we bask in one last hot shower, hm?”

You follow him down the hallway to the bathroom, his foot kicking the door shut in one swift movement. He reaches into the deep green tiled shower and turns on the water, running his hand under to test the temperature. You’re out of your clothes within seconds, eager to shed the identity of the Academy. Coryo does the same, eyeing you with a grin as you step past him and into the shower. He’s so himself here, stripped before you, not carrying the weight of the day, letting it all wash away from him as he ducks beneath the water, dampening his curls.

Without thought, your hand is in his hair, pushing the light blonde strands away from his face, those piercing blue eyes wandering every inch of you. He breathes into your touch, his hands following his gaze, mapping every inch of your body as if committing it further to memory. They say it’s the things we love most that destroy us and – god – he was certain you destroyed the parts of himself that he sometimes feared. With you, he was just Coryo. Your Coryo. And starting tomorrow you could be each others forever.

The warmth of the water combined with the feeling of his skin pressed against yours is heavenly. The steam rises, fogging up the glass as you tip your head back to dampen your hair. Your eyes fall shut, letting the water run down your body. Your body awakens when Coryo’s lips meet your neck, peppering kisses up your jawline until eventually, his hands are tangled in the ends of your hair, lifting your head back to meet him. Sighing, your body alight with warmth and desire, Coryo presses his lips to yours. There’s a quiet moan that you can’t make out as distinctly his or yours, but a shared expression of your feelings.

Something about this being the last night with life as you’d known it changes the kiss. There’s no hesitation, but no urgency either, your bodies intertwining in a way they haven’t before. As if there was nothing and nowhere else that mattered. You’re typically both so consumed with academy assignments, or house work, or recovering from whatever the day brought you. But tonight, with tomorrow on the horizon, it was simply you and Coryo.

[milliesfishes]

First of all, I love your fics🙌🏻

I recently imagined a scenario where Coriolanus and the reader got into an argument at an important event due to the reader feeling like he doesn’t understand nor truly listen to her. He then proves her point by sort of disregarding her stress from being his wife, so she ends up leaving the event without telling him and he later comes home irritated until he finds her in their room having a panic attack.

a year ago this movie dropped and did some brain things to me 🎀happy one year TBOSAS 🫶🫶

౨ৎ꣑ৎyou and coryo have a fight at an event౨ৎ꣑ৎ fem reader x coriolanus snow

The party was nothing but noise.

An endless cacophony of champagne glasses clinking and the irritating vocal cadence of the Capitolites surrounding you chipped away at your ears. Readjusting your hand in the crook of Coriolanus' arm, you bit the side of your cheek and tried to find a happy medium. The noise wasn't helping the tightness in your chest, and you unknowingly squeezed your husband's elbow, trying to take deep breaths.

"Darling?" You looked up when Coriolanus addressed you. He was looking down at where your hand was gripping him.

You released a breath, letting go, your hand falling at your side. It was the third event this week, and you were quickly becoming weary. The same conversation, the same people, only the parties had different names. Even while you were dressing tonight, hardly bothering to make an effort, you could feel how sluggish your movements were. Coriolanus hadn't helped matters, poking his head into your room and harshly telling you to hurry.

He had been impatient as of late, extra stress from work likely piling up and causing it. You kept your distance whenever he got like this usually, but with all your obligations this week, it had been difficult to. You did your best to keep yourself demure, make things as easy as possible, but the difficulties of that hadn't been anticipated. It was easy to forget how draining Capitol society was, how hard it was to keep a smile on your face and pretend everything was fine.

The First Lady had to be perfect. Of course, nobody had said this explicitly to you, but it'd been heavily implied through the barrage of routines explained to you upon Coriolanus' election. You were happy for him- this was everything he'd worked for. But you hadn't anticipated the stress of being the woman at his side.

Tabloids criticized you infinitely more, from your clothing to your smile. The wives of the other politicians were kind in theory, but whispered behind your back, not bothering to wait until you were out of earshot to do so. And you could imagine what the men were saying, having caught a lewd comment or two in passing. And Coriolanus...

He was normally doting. Sweet, even. But lately it'd been rare he came to sleep beside you or speak to you at all. If you poked your head into his office and tried to distract him, he'd merely press a kiss to your forehead and shoo you away. You spent hours alone, trying to read or do something, but it was nearly fruitless. You didn't have any friends to go out with, since the other women in your social class had made clear their feelings towards you. The weeks had been empty, and now suddenly he needed you. For appearances.

Staring at the wall while Coriolanus spoke to one of his colleagues, you could feel the numbness consume you. How much more of this could you take? How many more heartless events, critical comments?

Your heartbeat was the only thing you could hear now, the buzz of the party only driving it to patter faster. Beside you, Coriolanus was saying your name, but you couldn't focus right now. Blurry vision, quickening breath...

Tearing yourself away, your heels clicked as you hurried out into the hallway, pushing past other guests and ignoring their tittering. Everything was too loud, too fast, and the fist squeezing in your chest was nearly suffocating.

In the echoey space of the hallway, you took great, heaving breaths, the sounds of the party muffled. Setting a hand over your heart, you willed it to slow down, mind already obsessing over the spectacle you'd surely made on your way out here. Begging yourself to calm, you felt your knees shake.

Footsteps sounded behind you, and you turned to see Coriolanus standing there, expression firm. Tilting your head back against the wall, you closed your eyes, not in any state for whatever he was about to say.

"You need to come back in," he said, and you heard him come closer, shiny shoes on tile.

"I can't," you breathed, hand on your chest flattening. "I-"

"It wasn't a question." You opened your eyes, taking in his cold eyes and clenched jaw. Coriolanus reached out, clasping your wrist. "You've already got people talking about the way you ran out here. Now come with me."

"No!" you burst out, tanking yourself away. He paused, looking at you in disbelief. Freezing under his stare, you cast your gaze to the floor. "I can't do it. It's too much-"

"What is?"

You swallowed, daring to meet his eyes. "All of it...I...all these events and keeping up appearances..."

"You live in comfort," he interjected, blue eyes boring into you. "I've given you everything you could want and all you have to do is stand by my side."

"It's so much more than that," you whispered, and he lifted his chin.

"Tell me then," he said coldly.

He wasn't going to listen. Even if you poured your heart out right here in the hallway, he wasn't in any place to hear what you were saying. So you just stared at him, eyes filling with tears.

"That's what I thought." Adjusting the cuffs of his suit jacket, he firmly said, "I'll give you a few minutes to collect yourself. And then I expect you to join me back inside." You shut your eyes as you walked away, not caring if he saw the tears start to run down your cheeks.

Eyes glued to the door after he closed it, you knew one thing for certain. There was no way you were going back into that party.

Twenty minutes later found you at home, pacing back and forth across the length of your room. You hadn't bothered to tell Coriolanus that you'd left, only sending the driver back for him. One way or another, he would be informed.

Shakily, you dropped to your knees, clasping the post of your bed and willing yourself to calm down. The pressure of the past few weeks had finally caught up to you, it seemed. Your body slumped against the bed as you cried, chest heaving. The post was the only stable thing in your storm, and you clung to it like a lifeline, the skirt of your pretty pink dress spread around you. On the car ride home, you'd ripped your hair from the updo you'd constructed halfheartedly at the beginning of the night, and now it cascaded over your back messily.

It felt like hours that you sat there, tears pouring from your eyes, the fist in your chest feeling more like a rock now. You sniffled and tried to breathe, but distress kept crashing over you like a wave. Every time you thought you had a firm hold on your emotions again, they shattered, leaving you back where you started.

Surely your makeup was ruined by now, and your skirt was probably wrinkled beyond belief from your crouching position. Kicking your heels away, you found little satisfaction in the clatter it made. Sinking your face into the bed, you let your arms fold around your head. Maybe you would fall asleep like this. You had the brief thought to get out of your dress, but your legs felt too weak. No, better to stay here and rest. It would be better tomorrow; it had to be.

You could have sworn you heard a knock on your door, but you ignored it. If it was your maid, she wouldn't enter without your call. The door opened, and your breath became shaky again. Lifting your head and steadying a hand over your heart, you whispered, "I'm fine. Just leave me be."

The hand that touched your back didn't belong to your maid. You could smell roses, and it calmed you some, your shoulders slumping as the hand soothed up and down your back. "Darling..."

Giving a little sob, you whipped around, burying your face in Coriolanus' chest. He held fast to you, palm at your crown, other arm around your waist. You felt yourself calm, quicker than you would have imagined. For hours now you'd been trying to do so, and he'd managed it in seconds.

There had only been a few times before that you'd let yourself get emotional in front of him, trying to maintain the perfect image he craved beside his own. You always kept a smile on your face, always had a sweet word for him. But tonight, you'd grown tired and completely lost control over your mask. It had slipped and broken, and now he was soothing what was underneath.

"What happened, sweetheart?" he murmured, hand stroking over your hair. You sniffled, hand finding the collar of his shirt. When you lifted your head, risking a look into his eyes, he nodded once, lifting your fingers from his shirt and pressing a kiss to them. "Okay, okay."

Sitting you up against the bed, he surveyed you, something close to sympathy in his eyes. Then, in a quiet voice, he murmured, "Let's get out of your dress."

"No," you whimpered, reaching for him again.

Coriolanus sighed, getting to his feet and disappearing into the closet. He returned holding your favorite silky nightdress, a short, silky pink thing that matched the dress you had on currently. You let him lift you to sit on the mattress and unzip your dress, shifting so he could get it off and drape it over a nearby chair. "Lift your arms." You did so begrudgingly, and he slipped your nightdress over your head, straightening it out by your waist.

"Just lay down," he soothed, guiding you to lay down and pulling the covers over you. "We can talk about it in the morning. I promise." Already drifting off, you nodded, lifting a heavy arm and extending it to him.

He watched you fondly, hand over your thigh and rubbing gently. You mumbled, "Stay?" and he only hesitated a second before nodding.

As he undressed, you closed your eyes, feeling as though you were in a bubble. The second he'd put his arms around you, all the hurt from the past while became background noise. You had much you wanted to say to him, but it could wait until tomorrow.

Climbing into bed behind you, Coriolanus' arms wound around your waist, drawing you back into him and laying a kiss to your head. He whispered, "Go to sleep, darling. You can sleep."

As you were claimed by sleep, you heard him whisper, "I'm sorry for what I said." Reaching down, you squeezed his hand, and he pressed a fresh kiss to your hair.

You slept better that night than you had in weeks.

[rachelzeglerstyle]

Rachel arriving at Heart Breakfast Radio Studios || November 8th, 2023.

Rachel Zegler wore a Dior ‘Fall 2023 Leather Trench Coat’ (N/A) as well as the Roberto Cavalli ��Shirt With Lace Inserts’ ($2,390 - Alternate Color Pictured).

She also wore a pair of Stuart Weitzman ‘UltraStuart Boot’ ($950) the Maria Tash ‘Silhouette Diamond Long Spike Eternity Hoop Earring’ ($12,350 per stud).

[mockingjaysnakes]

his beautiful smile.

[casualhedonists]

so scarlet, it was maroon (18+)

pairing: coriolanus snow x reader

warnings: nsfw (18+), praise kink, oral sex, fingering (fem receiving), overstimulation, secrecy (kinda), multiple orgasms, bruising, biting, pre-tbosas, academy!coryo, he's also more dominant in this! yay dom coryo, this is a little rough but super consensually so

main masterlist // coryo masterlist

a/n: what's the point in getting laid if you can't use it as smut writing inspo? serious question

Your body gets littered with bruises every time you wake up next to Coriolanus. It doesn't matter if he means to leave them; it just sort of happens.

He fingers you open right there in his room, you grip his wrist as he smiles against your mouth like he’s not doing anything lewd, like Tigris and his Grandma’am weren’t right downstairs, cooking dinner. Your other hand twisting into his hair and pulling hard. His hands are a lot bigger than yours, they can reach places you usually can’t. You figured that out fast; almost as fast as he did.

He fucks his fingers into you like he doesn’t care if people hear. It feels dangerous, like you’re teetering on the edge of a building, brushing the sky and about to tumble down. You’re almost embarrassed by how easily he’s reading you like a fucking book, fingers pressed between the pages, carving notes into the margins. Your own hand presses against your mouth because you know his won’t, and you’re holding onto your last shred of dignity as tightly as you’re grabbing his hair. You don’t know where you wish he would look; between your spread legs or at the look on your face as you come undone. You’re glad it’s the former as your face contorts and he fucks you harder, any more and you might shatter.

You whimper, broken moans muffled into his neck. You hear the smile in his voice as he speaks.

“Oh, you’re fun.”

You melt. Try to whisper something back, some half-assed attempt at a rebuttal that you forget as soon as it leaves your lips.

You stare up the ceiling, ears ringing, a thin cast of sweat covering you over. You barely notice how he moves between your legs, shoulders shifting to push your thighs apart even more. You moan just at the sight of it, both of your hands now in his hair like they were drawn by some magnetic pull. He doesn’t waste time, doesn’t let your high die down. You guide his head where you want it but he doesn’t really need the direction, so as he speeds up you use the pull on his locks to buck up towards his mouth. He doesn’t let this last; pins you down again until you’re squirming on his tongue.

When he slides his fingers back into your cunt you forget being quiet, a cry slips out that only makes him move faster, like he’s desperate to hear more, to know exactly what he’s doing to you. He stops every so often, teeth nipping at your inner thighs, making you jerk with the pressure.

He holds you down as you cum against his tongue, lips pulling into a smirk as his thumb presses into your clit making you jolt.

You hear Tigris call up that dinner is ready, and fuck, it’s like he timed it to leave you flushed and fucked out while you tried to get through dinner with his cousin and grandmother.

The next day when you shower, you notice a bruise blooming on your arm, and much to your surprise, a second on your thigh, dark and bite-shaped. You drag him into a bathroom stall between classes and lift your skirt.

“This is your fault.” You say pointedly. His eyes darken at the sight of it, tracing it with his thumb. your breath hitches.

“Not here.” you hiss. “Fuck, I'm still sore.”

“Can you come over tomorrow night?” he asks absentmindedly. You frown.

“Is that okay?”

“Grandma’am loved you. Tigris, too, obviously. They’re glad that I found a good Capitol girl to take home.”

His breath tickles your ear.

“Of course, they don’t know just how good you were.”

“Coryo…”

“See you then, beautiful.”

He leaves you in the stall, catching your breath, and you know one thing for sure.

You’re so fucked.

a/n: i went to get the milk. i'm sorta back now? hope you lovely people are thriving, and that you enjoyed. life is still hellishly busy but i'm gonna try and be more active i MISS U ALL

tags: @xjinnix @bvngsblog @upsidedownjill

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[lucysgraybird]

⋆.˚⟡ ࣪ ˖ you'll just have to taste me too ˖ ࣪⟡˚.⋆

part 1 of the short 'n sweet series

CORIOLANUS SNOW (TBOSAS) x fem!reader

warnings: smut (18+), oral (f receiving)

You take down the curls that have been setting for the last hour and brush them out, pinning back the swoop of your hair with a delicate clip that Coryo had bought for you as a gift. As though you summoned him with your thoughts, he appears over your shoulder as you blot on your lipstick, the final step in your routine. He presses a kiss to your shoulder and settles his hands on your waist.

“You look gorgeous,” he murmurs, his lips still against your shoulder. His sleeves are turned up to his elbows. You frown.

“We have to leave soon, Coryo. Did you not like the cufflinks I set out?”

They were elaborate gold knots – understated enough to not be tacky, but not so far as to go unnoticed. Actually, they were ideal for a campaign event, and if he didn't want to wear them, he was going to have to explain why.

“They're perfect.” His voice rumbles low in his chest, and one hand creeps across your waist to your belt buckle, slowly tugging the leather tail free. “Just didn't want to have my sleeves down for this.”

Catching on to what he's starting to do, you laugh. “Oh, no, I don't think so, honey. I just finished getting ready and you are not–”

He cuts you off by nestling a kiss just below your ear, where he knows the skin is more sensitive. Your breath catches, and he uses the moment to tug your shirt free and slide his hands up over your chest. You are, of course, wearing a bra, and he just about growls in frustration.

“Coriolanus, we can't. We have to leave soon, and- Oh,” you moan as he tugs down the lace to drag a cold finger across your nipple.

“Do you really want me to stop, my love?” Coryo mumbles into the crook of your neck. His teeth graze ever so gently over the tendon there, and you shudder.

“I don't want either of us looking like we've been fucked, darling.” The vulgarity is odd in your mouth, and you know you're playing a dangerous game with it: there is something about an oath with your clipped, precise consonants and perfect vowels that Coryo finds irresistible. “My hair always–”

In one fluid move, Coryo spins you around and hoists you onto the bathroom vanity, then sinks to his knees in front of you.

“Then I'd advise you to stay very, very, very still.”

Each 'very' is punctuated by a kiss up your leg as he gathers your skirt around your hips, save for the last one. That one, he nips at the soft flesh at the crux of your inner thigh in a way that you know will bruise most beautifully. You press your hands into the marble of the vanity – you'd normally go for his hair, but everything is gelled into place and you don't want to disturb it.

He ghosts a finger along the center of your panties, a wet spot already blooming there. A shudder rattles through your body at the gentle touch.

“Mm…is this all because of me? Just from a few kisses?”

“No, it's from the other person about to go down on me,” you mutter. “If you're going to do this, Coryo, you need to get on with it.”

He looks up at you, a reprimand in his icy eyes. “You don't seem to want this very much, love. I can stop.”

He's teasing and you know it, because he presses his first knuckle into your clothed clit. It's almost cruel, the fabric just a little too rough against the thin skin there, but a little gasp works its way from your mouth anyways.

“No, I'm sorry. Please don't stop.”

Despite the time crunch you're under, Coryo maintains his slow pace, just mouthing at your core through your underwear. It feels good, there's no doubt about that: it's taking all your willpower not to tip your head back against the mirror and crush some of your curls. But it's not enough to keep you from thinking. You're making a mental note of all you'll have to do after this – change your panties, first of all, and it probably won't hurt to touch up your hair and makeup…you might have to find a new skirt, depending on what he does. The fabric of this one has a penchant for wrinkling. Did you pack your speech notes into your purse last night? It seems like something you would've done, but–

“Oh, shit, Coryo!”

He's pulled your panties to the side and closed his lips around your clit, sucking hard. It sends shockwaves through your body, the muscle fibres in your obliques misfiring in surprised pleasure. He looks up at you through ash-white lashes, a reprimand for your lack of focus on him in his eyes, before he delves back in, shoving his tongue into you while the hard point of his nose bumps insistently at your clit. It's not an unfamiliar mix, but it never gets less heady. Coryo's so attuned to your every tell at this point that he grins against your cunt when he feels you approach your finish.

"Close?" He intones without pulling away, knowing both the answer to that question and how much him asking it will heighten the sensation. When your hips buck involuntarily against his face, he braces them down with one large hand with a force that's sure to bruise.

"I want to try something," he says. "Tell me when you're right there."

"We're on a...oh, fuck! A time crunch right now, we can't-”

It's hard to protest when there's pleasure burning a hole in your low stomach, and the flick his free hand delivers to your thigh only eclipses your thoughts more.

"It'll be fast. Do what I tell you to do."

And with that, he dives back into your pussy with a veracity that you would couple with someone's last meal, practically making out with the sensitive skin. It's only a moment before you're winding a hand around his on your hip.

"Now, now, oh God, Coryo, I'm gonna fucking-"

It's not as if he gave you a lot to go on, but the feeling of three fingers plunged suddenly deep into you was not necessarily what you were expecting. Right as you tip over the proverbial edge, he crooks them just so, and you gush - literally gush - all over his hand and mouth. He laps your release up, soothing his tongue over your clit in a way that he knows is not soothing at all; he revels in the way you squirm before he pulls away. There's the wet sheen of your squirt all down his mouth and chin, his lips are red and slightly swollen as they wrap around his fingers and clean them off. He takes the time to wipe his mouth while you recover.

"Change your skirt, love," he says as he turns towards the bedroom, presumably to put on those damned cufflinks. "We really ought to be going."

And you would be annoyed, if it wasn't for that little spot on his collar that remains ever so slightly discolored. Easy to pass off for a bit of sweat, but you know. When that slightly-too-friendly campaign staffer hugs him for just a little too long, you're not jealous (not that you have reason to be). You've left a thousand subtle marks on him over the course of this relationship - anyone who knows him from now on will have to know you too.