#let Festus say fuck

[ottpopfic]

So Wolf Speak is described as a mostly nonverbal body language forward way of talking. So you know who could learn this, Festus. Like my baby boy even has a tail, he could be totally fluent. Leo gains the the power of speaking Machine through his godly gifts, Festus learning Wolf would mean he could talk to everyone not just Leo

Just Jason teaching his step son what is basically his first language, getting to bond with the dragon over it. Featus, who is made of metal and possibly immortal, still getting to talk to people after The Seven+ are gone.

Festus getting to tell stories

[julietsbody]

girlnextdoor

( chapter one :

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words: 3,525

tags: 18+!!!! mdni , camgirl ! reader , camming, sex worker ! reader , masturbation , falling in love , body worship , religious / greek imagery , voyeurism, semi ! sub coriolanus , fantasizing

p.s : this is also on my ao3! ( divider by i92-93 )

a/n : i don’t know how i managed to make this an emotional story with greek references, but i did it somehow LOLL hope u enjoy!!

PROLOGUE : COMPETITION .

festus had an irrational mouth, he had dared coriolanus to do stupid things before, like asking girls out, or to have one night stands with them. it was awful, coriolanus hated being around festus because he was like a fly buzzing around in his eardrums, circling around his head and refusing to leave no matter how many times he swipes at it. coriolanus wasn’t the only victim unfortunately, sejanus was the main one for festus, because sejanus was weak, pliant, and could easily be peer pressured into anything.

“i dare you to ask her out,” he points to a girl in the library, a girl with clemensia and arachne.

dear fucking god, save us all, this is going to be a crucification performed in the middle of the academy’s library.

“you’re joking, right?” sejanus coughs out an awkward laugh.

festus’ eyes narrow, a dangerous seriousness, “no, it’s not that hard.”

“why don’t you do it then?” coriolanus slices in the conversation.

“i have a girlfriend,” festus shrugs, “can’t.”

coriolanus barks out a bitter laugh, “who would date you?”

“okay, that’s fucking rude, and she’s hella hot, so fuck off, please,” festus rolls his eyes, “go on, sejanus!”

sejanus frowns, festus was talking so loud that the girls were now looking at them, with their judgemental, pristine stares.

so he sighs, and raises to a stand, making coriolanus’ eyebrows furrow, he knew sejanus was weak, impulsive, but not to this level, “you aren’t actually gonna do it, are you?”

“i am,” sejanus sounds confident, but he isn’t. poor, sweet sejanus.

what a trainwreck, like something you try to hard to look away from, but you just can’t. your eyes follow him as he moves over to the girls, a small smile curving his lips when he finally approaches them, an opposite to their sharp eyes. clemensia’s head tips to the side, “yes, sejanus?”

sejanus inhales, trying to remind himself that he does have a way with words, so just use that.

his eyes move down to you, “i was wondering if—“

“no,” you respond quickly.

he swallows, “okay.”

and festus is laughing, god it’s more of a cackle than a laugh.

but the girls don’t laugh, they know festus’ game, if anything they hate festus more than any of the poor boys that are dared to ask them out for dates.

“who’s your girlfriend?” coriolanus asks, having a feeling that he’s lying.

festus’ laughter immediately calms down, “she’s a pornstar, and she’s like super in love with me.”

“does she even know you exist?” coriolanus scoffs, “‘m sure she’s just doing her job.”

“shut the fuck up,” he rolls his eyes, “you’re just mad you could never get with a girl like mine.”

“let me see her,” coriolanus offers, and of course, festus pulls up a picture of a girl who hardly shows her face.

you can only see her lips, and from then on she’s in very tight and revealing clothing, coriolanus stares at the picture for a second, then looks at festus.

festus smirks cockily, “hot, right?”

hot, is that all he views his so called girlfriend as?

“you can’t even see her face,” he confronts, and festus rolls his eyes.

“that’s not the point—“

“then what is?”

“her videos, dude, they’re so good,” festus’ voice becomes a loudly hushed whisper now.

coriolanus’ jaw ticks, “you sure she even knows you?”

“okay, she doesn’t— but like—“ he groans, “why don’t you try to get her to notice you, asshole?”

“i don’t watch porn,” coriolanus shrugs simply.

festus coughs out a laugh, “yeah, say that again when you’re searching girlnextdoor tonight.”

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coriolanus, in his own defense, should be saying that it was curiosity. at first it was, yes, pure innocent, unshielded curiosity. then it became what it truly was underneath all of his guards, admiration. with each video, each picture, it had his teeth gritting. he didn’t want to pay to see your exclusive content at first, but with how little you showed on every other platform, it almost felt necessary. girlnextdoor, what a peculiar name, he was itching to know more about you.

maybe it was the competition festus had set him up for that had him wanting this, coriolanus was never one for porn, or for jerking off. but god, he might now be. it was disgusting, how much his mind raced with every suggestive picture, ones where you teased the contents underneath your bra, or a video where you were taking off your panties but still showing nothing.

he went back to your original website, only to find, in bold letters, LIVE.

live? he swallows thick, cursor moving to click on the maroon enticing him.

the sight that came nearly had him clicking off almost immediately, you had been moved into a cowgirl position, riding a dildo. your moans filled his eardrums almost immediately, each whine, each movement of your hips delivering a squelching sound. he felt like a dehydrated man, throat run dry, tongue devoid of any saliva. aphrodite, in her natural habitat, sex, love, devotion, she is putting herself on display— yet with the camera placed to show everything only from below her nose, she is so hidden at the same time.

he was biting the delicate skin on the inside of his cheek, peaking near the metallic taste, but he didn’t even realize over the heat rushing to his dick. he breathed out, wondering what it would feel like if you were to be on him, with those experienced hips, that body which looks like it was crafted from the gods himself, your pussy swallowing his dick whole—

he clicks off as soon as the thought sears in his mind, he doesn’t need to be thinking of a pornstar like this.

his eyes close for a minute, and all he can see in that darkness is the shape of your body, the bucking of your hips as you ride the dildo, and he sighs.

he should sleep. it’s late.

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INTERLUDE : HAUNTED .

adoration, a statue by stephen abel sinding, made from delicate marble. it depicted a man at a woman’s feet, as she sat upon a pedestal. he was on his knees, eyes staring up at the goddess in front of him, as she sat with her back straight, eyes falling upon the man that worshipped her. he kissed her legs with care, admiration, hands slipping onto her calves as he plants his lips upon her shins. she was gorgeous above him, allowing him to take every part of her into his hold, to kiss her and devote his whole pride to her.

coriolanus swallows thick, he thought that when his eyes moved to a close, his thoughts would dissipate.

they got worse, so, so much worse. they were more vivid now, dirtier, his longing worsening.

he imagined what words would spill from your mouth as your hips swayed on him, he allowed you to take the lead, restraining himself from fucking into you like a desperate man. to be honest, he was desperate, he was needy, the feeling of your puffy walls closing in on him had him almost whimpering himself. a god is no match to his goddess, he will always fall to his knees in front of her, no matter what. coriolanus had pride, surely, but the idea of your clit rubbing against his abdomen as your hips stuttered on him had his pride becoming weak façades.

say that again when you’re searching girlnextdoor tonight.

fuck you, festus. he was the reason that coriolanus even knew this camgirl existed, the reason for the painful stains on his mind.

festus wouldn’t be so cocky if the girl he calls his girlfriend had coriolanus’ dick in her mouth.

the feeling of your mouth on his dick became vivid as well now, he could see it so clearly, your doe eyes staring up at him through those velvet lashes as your pillow lips move to press sloppy, open - mouthed kisses onto the tip of his cock. you were teasing him, surely, and he couldn’t take it. he would grit out a small plea for you to actually suck him in, and he would feel your lips curl onto his tip, “beg.”

begging, coriolanus always hated the idea of it, he thought it was weak, gross, submissive.

but in this moment, he was so clouded with lust that he didn’t care for the repercussions of a simple please.

“please, just fucking— god, i need—“ he couldn’t even get his words right, it was sweet. your eyebrow cocked at him, his piercing blue eyes staring down at you through dilated pupils and lazy lids. you finally took pity, lips parting further so your tongue could snake out and slide underneath his cock as you take him in finally. the warmth was all too much for coriolanus, wetness, warmth, his fingers move to thread through the weaves of your hair, his bottom lip falling tight underneath his top teeth.

his hips buck ever so slightly, again, desperation. you don’t react though, if anything, you just moaned around him.

no gag reflex? dear god, you’ll be coriolanus’ ruin.

god will not be present in this moment though, as though this is a reenactment of the martyrdom of saint sebastian. arrows shooting at him as he falls to his fate, he was strung up, shot with the painful spears, and left for his death. isn’t that so alike to now? festus had tied him up, fed him stories of this woman and allowed him to fall into sin, then left him for his own demise.

apples began to taste sweeter, even with their poison, as coriolanus finds his hand dipping below his waistband, his long fongers fell along his painful hardness. he mumbled a curse into the gentle air as he finally relieves himself from all of his sins, as of he’s sitting in the confessional of a church, whispering all of his sins to the judgemental priest. the scales tipped as his fingers moved to curl around his cock, fist moving up and down on his length.

the pictures continued, he thought of how he would take care of you first, now if he was the one dominating.

he would go rough, he always loved the idea of fucking someone senseless, making every vein buzz with only pleasure, mind forming thoughts solely of lust. he imagines holding you close as his fingers curl inside of you, he doesn’t push them in and out fast at first, but when your hips buck up against him— he becomes harsher, the intention of bruising your lips evident.

next, he moves to press you against the mattress, fucking you senseless into it.

he hums into the air, “ah— fuck..”

his breathing is labored, eyes scrunching shut as the pictures of your eyes rolling back becomes a mere oil painting in front of him, perched on the walls of the most pristine museums. his fingers would pass through your hair again, now the back of your head, pulling you back so your spine is flush against his chest. you’d lean back against him, melting into his skin and begging for more. surely, you had enough experience from your dildos and other sexual toys, or partners, but none of them could compare to coriolanus as his hips snap into you.

he groans into the air, seething in the pleasure, “i’ll fuck you so good..— mm.”

he moves to now fuck into his hand, imagining his hand a depiction of your velvet walls around him, clenching as you near your high.

you moan against his flesh, his fingers moving from your hair to your neck, pulling you until your flesh molds with his, adoration and lust merging you two together.

he went faster, harsher, fucking into his hand until his thighs grew sore, finally reaching his high.

he spills into his hand, sighing into the humid air.

“my god—“ he mumbles, eyes fluttering open.

what the fuck is his problem?

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INTERLUDE : DARE ME ?

“so, did you talk to her?” festus interrogates him, per usual.

coriolanus’ eyes are heavy, he hardly slept after the events of last night, “no, i didn’t.”

“fucking loser,” festus snears, “she was live last night.”

“i know,” he swallows thick, the image of you riding the dildo returning to his mind, “did you talk to her?”

“yeah,” he shrugs, cocky, again, “i’m texting her right now.”

coriolanus’ eyebrows furrow, he leans over to see festus sending a message.

a phone goes off in the library.

as soon as the message is sent.

coriolanus blinks, once, twice, “send another.”

so he does, he types out another message and send it.

the same phone goes off again, just as the message says delivered.

coincidence?

coriolanus doesn’t believe in those.

“you’re so fucking weird dude, don’t try to read my messages,” festus pushes him away.

coriolanus groans, he couldn’t care less to read festus’ messages, “are you paying her to talk to you?”

“yes, but that’s not the point—“ festus quickly tries to save himself from the humiliation.

coriolanus scoffs, “she’s not your girlfriend, you can’t even get one, like ever.”

“and what about you, virgin?” festus leans in, a smirk growing on his lips. coriolanus knows what that smirk means, it means coriolanus will soon be sealing his fate, “why don’t you try to get one?”

“i’m good,” coriolanus shrugs, “nobody’s here for you to even dare me to ask out.”

“clemensia is,” he points to the table where you and clemensia always sit at, and of course, you’re both there, “and her friend.”

“i’m not asking them out,” coriolanus moves down in his chair.

“yes you are, i dare you.”

“no, you’re so fucking stu—“

“i’m gonna tell everyone you’re a virgin.”

coriolanus’ weakness was people knowing all the humiliating things about him, one of those things was the fact that he hasn’t had sex yet. coriolanus was an attractive man, he could get women if he truly wanted to and spend his nights with them, but he refused. and that made festus’ dares easy.

coriolanus’ jaw shifts, “you’re an asshole.”

every step he takes is slow, calculated, yet confident. it’s a certain stride that coriolanus always has, where he knows what he’s doing, but unsure at the same time. especially now, especially when your hair falls off your shoulder as you turn to have your eyes fall on him, sensing his approach. maybe it was a common thing for you, knowing festus would be daring his friends to come up to you, clemensia, or arachne.

always on high alert, he assumes.

his eyes fall the exposition of your shoulder, a key to one of those tight shirts that you always wear, even when it was against dress code.

a tight skirt and a short skirt, your motto, clearly. your twist underneath the table when he stands next to your seat, close, but not enough to make you uncomfortable. one thing he does notice though, is the strap of your bra. pink? a familiar shade, and as he follows it down, he notices the lace that starts on your bra. it looks an awful lot like the bra that the camgirl wore last night, the bra that coriolanus imagined you taking off for him.

his eyes narrow, he seems distracted, and you stare at him like he’s dumb, “hello?”

his eyes snap to your face at your words, “sorry— i—“

“what? are you gonna ask me out?” god, were you always this bitchy?

“i was planning on it,” his jaw shifts, eyes dipping to the plush of your lips, coated in that sparkly, strawberry gloss you always wore, “would you have said yes?”

“no, god, what is with you assholes?” you roll your eyes, pencil tapping impatiently against the desk.

“hm, not even a study date?” his eyes trail down to the book on your desk, “i saw your score on the test last week.”

“ew, fucking creep,” you snap, “i don’t need your help.”

“you sure?” his eyebrow cocks, your no isn’t stable yet, so he’s persuasive.

“coriolanus,” clemensia cuts in, “she said no.”

“did she?” he whistles, a cocky smile curving his lips, one that you want to slap off him, “must’ve not heard that.”

“then get some hearing aids,” you laugh, “i’m not sucking your dick.”

“didn’t ask you to, but we’ll see, sweetheart.”

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we’ll see. he didn’t even know where those words came from, or his cockiness, maybe it was the fact that he suspected you to be the girl he had on his mind last night. if so, then he would know things about you that many don’t, and that gives him power.

greed : an insatiable desire for material objects, wealth, and power.

coriolanus snow was a greedy man.

he kept a closer eye on you now, eyes pinning to the back of your head, memorizing the way you style your hair, so that he can see if the hair that drips off your shoulders in all of your secret videos were the same. or if your lips were as sparkly and glossed in those videos as they are in person. did you wear the same mini skirt you wore to school in your videos? that would be dirty, wouldn’t it? capitol girl, dressed in her pristine clothes as she fucks herself in front of thousands.

what a slut.

he had to figure it out, it was an untamable hunger that not even the most holy prayer could exorcize out of him. rosaries dripped around the fingers he used to curl around his cock the night before, and even in his most innocent prayers, his mind reflected back onto the idea of pulling the rosary around your neck as he fucks into you. his eyes snap open, and now just another thing that he had done so clearly before was plagued with your existence.

was this you calling out to him? beckoning him to pray for you?

if so, he might just do it, dedicate all of his rosaries to you, replace virgin mary with yourself, and look at every cross and think of you moving onto it, sliding the wood into your womanhood.

coriolanus’ throat was dry again, his own thoughts making him want to vomit.

those were the kinds of things festus would be fantasizing about, not coriolanus— and yet, here he was, on his knees, imagining you on the pedestal. your hair dips past your shoulders as you look down at him, those judgemental, buggish eyes, now bleeding onto his skull. his fingers dip behind your calves, memorizing the touch of the flesh that smoothed over muscle and bone. his eyes cascade up your legs, past your breasts, to the eyes that look down on him.

he has a certain look in his eyes, a look that is saying he’s doing this all for you. dropping his pride for you, allowing his walls to crumble for you, tarnishing his name for you. sometimes snow doesn’t land on top, sometimes it melts and becomes weak in the sky, sometimes it crumbles underneath itself.

he plants gentle kisses to your shins, admirations, soft praises and prayers.

goddess, did you hear about the man who roamed lost? the man who fell weak? tell me of his efforts, what brought him to this point, the people he met, the worlds he crossed, to now be brought to his knees in front of his muse. he was complicated, hidden, and yet you peeled him apart like a pomegranate. the juice splatters against your face as he opens himself to you, and something about it is so very special.

scratches fall down his back, and again, he’s blinking himself to reality.

his fingers on the keyboard, he finds himself at your profile once more, now beckoning you to him. a twisted game of tug - of - war, isn’t it? pieces fall into place as he clicks on the link which leads him to paying for your exclusive content.

research purposes, of course.

he spends his money so easily, he doesn’t even take a second thought to it as the page reloads with his newfound access to all your hidden secrets. his fingers pry as he pulls down the website, scrolling through each aspect that you hold in the reflections of who you really are.

a whore? no, a temptress.

he sucks in a breath at the sights of you bending over in front of the camera, fucking a dildo into yourself, or the next one of you in a missionary position with a vibrator on your clit. or the next one of you fucking a dildo between your tits. coriolanus rasps out the breath he sucked in earlier, adjusting in his seat, this wasn’t another invitation to jerk off, it was studying.

he scrolls past a few more videos and then, his eyes catch it, the skirt.

a small smile curves his lips, power.

he has it.

or so, he thinks he does, you have his money, his admiration, him on his knees, have him confused on whether or not this is truly you. skirts and coincidences don’t tell much, he just likes to jump to conclusions. the hair didn’t even match up—

so does he really have the power?

we’ll see, sweetheart.

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😵‍💫 - measuring fantasies.

(coriolanus snow x f. reader)

summary: at every gala, at every party, you could see a cerulean pair of eyes watching you from afar- measuring you, from head to toe. you could say you did the same.

c.w: experienced reader, flirting, creampie, unproctected sex, dom reader, coriolanus crushing on you, songfic, drunk sex, virginity loss (male)

eyes on his, hand on a cup of posca, you could see coriolanus snow from the other side of the hall, trying his best not to look back at you, which seemed to be kind of impossible since you were in such a tight black dress.

you have imagined his hands on your body before- well, c'mon, he's quite big isn't he? of course you're gonna look. of course you're gonna fantasize about his hands on your body, going up and down on your waist. it isn't even difficult to imagine it.

with such a pretty face, seeing him across the room seemed like a joke to the way you wanted to dominate him. make him beg and plead to be inside of your cunt. just the thought of it made you smile, wine lipstick being an invitation for his lips.

"coriolanus," you called. "festus is calling you on the other room"

he arched his brow, but the sight of you in front of him was great- perfect, even.

"where is he?" he asked, finishing the cup of posca- fuck the alcohol, it was his third cup. he needed it. he knew you would be with someone else, he didn’t want to see it. he wanted you to be with him.

"i'll show you, just follow me." you said, and he obeyed you promptly, enchanted by the sight of you, by your smell. mesmerized, truly.

then, you bought him to an empty room, whatever- the gala is being held by your parents. the room was yours to use.

"well, where is he?" he asked again, brow arched. cute, he really thought you have bought him there to talk with his colleague, how innocent.

you turned abruptly to him, finished off your glass of posca the quickest you could, threw it away and thanked heavens for the fur rug on the entire floor of your room. he looked at you, a bit scared, maybe surprised, and you walked to him, closing the door behind him and letting a lipstick stain on his white button-up shirt. you could buy another one for him, fuck it. for now, you needed to show him who was in charge.

"you really thought i would bring you here all alone just for you to talk to festus? you're so cute, love." you said. the alcohol on that glass was starting to hit on your brain, you didn't want to mess things up by calling him for the wrong name.

"i- well, uh-"

"shhh," you started "you know i see you looking at me, you know i look at you. just enjoy it, ok?" you said. then again, you were quite literally pinning him against the wall, closing any chance he could have to pull away from you.

your lipstick was smeared by his lips slamming on yours, his hands on your waist, your hands on his shoulders, then his hands travelled down your body just like you imagined, and again, you smiled against his lips when you felt his hands on your thighs, grabbing them for you to wrap them around his waist.

"you're terrible," he said, kaying you on the bed, getting on top. of course you wouldn't allow it. no man is supposed to be on top of you.

"and why is it?"

"you don't know how much i've been waiting for it. for you." he said, you smiled, kissing the smeared marks of your lipstick on his lips.

"go on. keep talking." you demanded it. it wasn't a question. you needed the answer.

"i dreamed of you. do you know what it is to wake up breathless?" he asked, burying his face on the curvature of your neck, going down to your cleavage.

"uhum. what did i do to you in your dreams?"

"so many things." he said "i questionated my sanity on all of them." he kissed the skin of your boob, pulling the dress down to see your boobs completely.

so desperate. almost starving, maybe.

"yeah, i can imagine." you joked. "guess dreams come true hm?" you kissed the bridge of his nose. "let's see... you don't have a condom now, do you?"

"no."

"you're a virgin aren't you?" he frowned, and kept himself quiet. you didn't need much more than that. you smiled at his sudden quietness, the small pout on his lips was cute. "it's fine, i don't mind."

his heart seemed to beat happily at those words, he almost smiled at it if he didn’t feel so embarassed. then he saw how you were sitting so nicely on top of him- your dress and his pants were the only things keeping you both separated. and god, look at him! he's so cute. looking at you with the hope that you would let him inside. look at him, already getting hard only from the thought of your cunt on him.

and you did let him inside, too anxious to see the faces he would make.

you pulled his dick out of it's confines, and honestly, the question to why he was still a virgin was something that sounded different now. he was big. truly big. and the way his tip teased your clit because of how you grabbed him made you wet, your eyes half closed as you heard the sounds you both were making, the wet sounds of your pussy gushing at the tip of his dick were like music to you, the prettiest orchestra you could listen to was the natural sounds of you teasing his throbbing dick.

he closed his eyes, mouth agape as he let small sounds out of his lips, your scent filling his nostrils and then, when he engulfed your boob into his mouth you were too surprised, so much so that you ended up putting him inside you entirely.

you moaned a bit louder than expected, the way his dick was stretching you up so good felt terribly good- what's the name of this? balls deep? yeah, he was pretty much deep inside you.

he bit your nipple quietly, gently, sucking on it so good you thought of your nipple as a candy for him to be so eager.

so hungry, and for you! god, he was perfect. the most perfect boy you fucked until now.

you didn't care about the sounds you were making, the music outside was too loud, the talks too, and your room is soundproof. fuck it. make it a gift to him.

you ride him graciously, like you were used to it- to his size. "fuck- i didn't thought you would be so big!" you said. ah, you knew just what to say to those boys. but to him? it was different. it was true, everything you told him while riding him was true.

he was the only one you allowed to fuck you rightfully, his hands on your waist, guiding your moves up and down, back and forth all while his teeth was nibbling on your nipples and your neck.

your moans became louder, you melted and mewled at every thrust he gave upwards you, his hands grabbing you so tightly, his fingers still buried on your meat, on your ass, manhandling you. you felt like going crazy.

"you're so tight- fuck, 'should've fucked you before." he moaned, trying his very best not to cum too quick. you could notice how he was controlong himself not to. he was a virgin, after all. until twenty minutes ago he haven't had his first kiss-

and then there was you. beautiful, experienced, perfect you. collecting boys as a way to cope with the boredom. and him, right under you, who was awkward enough to think you called him to talk with someone else in a empty room. truly, how cute.

with this thought in mind, he came. feeling humiliated, he hid his face in the curvature of your neck. "sorry." he said, and you smiled.

"it's fine, baby. just keep going. i'm sure you can do it." you said, and he nodded obediently, thrusting slowly into your core. sensitive, but eager. he kept going inside you even if you knew he was still trying ti hold back from cumming again.

you smiled at him, the view was just too lovely, closed shut eyes, your mouth opened up to let out a moan. there was something truly erotic in the way he kissed your shoulder, closing his eyes while thrusting inside you.

when you came, you felt like you were in heaven, your legs crossed on his waist, your nails scratching the back of his broad shoulders, your eyes closed shut- and him, throbbing inside you, his eyes couldn't seem to leave you, and he loved how you were tightening around him, so warm and gummy.

he took his dick out of you, watching how your cum and his leaked down your legs. it was the prettiest sight he have ever seen. "sorry- i shouldn't have cummed inside."

" don't worry. i liked it." you said, kissing his temple.

you watched as he closed his eyes. he adjusted his shirt and pants, helped you in doing so again.

then again, after all of this, every party, gala, whatever occasion you both would meet up he was there, measuring you, looking you up and down and minutes later he was learning a new thing with you. still, his favorites were always in his dreams, when you would do all the shameful things he was afraid to tell you.

like when you would slap him in his dreams and call him a slut. he would always wake up too embarassed to how hard his dick would be.

but that's for another time. right now, he was too occupied eating you out.

[cloudywriting05]

thinking about getting fucked by academy coriolanus snow in an empty classroom….

MDNI, 18+ | drabble | BAD grammar, not edited.

he would drag you in by the hand, grinning ear to ear while you’re still laughing at something he’d said thirty second earlier. your entire body would be filled with adrenaline. once the door was closed and you were in the dimly lit classroom alone, he’d pull you in hard and fast, your chest bumping into his pecs. he would slap your ass and grip onto you, and swiftly pick you up with ease and placing you on a table. causing a playful gasp to escape your lips.

when he has you sitting there, doe eyed, ready for the unexpected next move; he’d admire you. taking in your sweet little face. he’d say something to you like, “festus was talking about how he wanted to fuck you, and i actually get to fuck you. aren’t i the luckiest man on earth?”

when he gets the giggle he wants to hear in reply, he’d kiss you. not just kiss you, but kiss you like he was starving– deprived of someone’s lips on his. his hands would roam you over your uniform, and eventually find their way into your shirt. he’d massage your breasts, his dick aching more at the feeling of your bare skin on his finger tips.

he’d stop kissing you and hold your chins with hand a bit too hard, he would ask, “whose slut are you?”

you reply, “yours, daddy.” he’d smile at this and spread your legs, letting his fingers slide up your skirt while he distracted you with his tongue in your mouth.

he would feel your damp panties and run his fingers up and down your clothed clit, he’d earn a moan from you, getting even more excited. his finger would curve around the brim of your panties and press against your bare pussy. the wet, warm texture attacking his finger tips.

he would glide his finger up and down your warm, wet folds. your moans would be soft and you would give up kissing for a little to feel it, fully. you’d throw your head back and he’d watch you with a smile while his finger creating circular patterns on your clitoris. he would ask, “do you want daddy to lick you til you cum, or fuck you til you shake?”

“fuck me, please? daddy?” he’d groan in approval of your choice.

he’d free you from your pants and lift your skirt, he’d stare at your glistening pussy before running a finger or two up against it in a slow motion. he’d spread your legs far apart, more far than you wished, and admire your pussy.

with his eyes still glued to your heat, he’d tug at his own uniform. freeing his legs and then his penis. you would watch his dick bounce up and down in the air freely, your hole would ache just at the sight.

he’d kiss you while pushing himself into you, thrusting with his own unique rhythm. slow, then fast. your arms would wrap around his neck while you muffle your moans into his shoulder. his strokes start hitting the spot that makes you feel a bit light headed. every thrust in that spot sending your head flying back.

he’d grab your throat and pull you into a kiss. thrusting the same pace. you would feel yourself about to cum and you would announce it to coriolanus by saying “fuck i’m gonna cum on your dick, daddy,”; who’d reply by pulling his cock out.

you’d whine and ask why he stopped through staggered breaths. he’d already be rushing to put his uniform back on, he would glare at you with a cold expression, then give you a simple reply;

“we can finish this next free period, look at the time. dumb girl.”

[coryosmin]

ok but now i’m curious how sucking off coryo while he plays video games would go

i <3 degrading!coryo lolll

nsfw | mdni | exhibitionism | fem reader | degrading kink

imagine coryo just sitting on the couch, playing cod with sejanus and festus over discord on his phone. and you walk over to him, kneeling in front of him so it distracts him for a moment, his blue eyes looking at you with confusion until you put your hand on his bulge, palming him through his shorts that he was wearing.

“i’ll be right back,” he says, acting as though he was muting himself on the call as he pauses his game. they had just finished a match so they didn’t need to worry much about coryo going afk. “what are you doing, love?” he asks, bringing his hand to your hair. he knew he didn’t mute himself, perhaps to give his friends a show.

you grin at coryo, your hand still palming his hardening cock. “wanna suck you off,” you replied, looking up at him with beautiful doe eyes.

coryo’s lip quirked in a small smirk. “such a slut, couldn’t even wait until i finished playing, hmm?” he asked as you brought his cock out of the confines of his shorts.

“you’ve been playing for hours,” you murmured, nuzzling his thigh and wrapping your hand around his length. “miss you,” you said jerking him off.

coriolanus let out a low groan. “dirty girl,” he murmured, tucking a stray piece of hair out of your face. “can’t go a few hours without my cock?”

you whined, shaking your head no. you brought your lips to the tip of his cock, pressing a kiss to it. “need you in my mouth, coryo,” you sighed, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

“then suck my cock like the whore you are, baby,” he said, looking at you with such loving eyes. he always knew how to degrade you while also loving you and it became like your favorite thing in the whole world.

coriolanus was still wearing his headphones, knowing festus and sejanus were listening intently. “dang, bro is really getting his dick sucked on call and forgot to mute himself,” festus said.

“shut the fuck up, festus,” sejanus replied.

coriolanus smirked at the words his friends were speaking as you looked up at him. you licked the tip of his cock, causing coriolanus to hiss in pleasure, before taking him into your mouth. you bobbed your head up and down slowly, relishing in the taste and feeling of him in your mouth. coriolanus licked his lips, looking at you. “god, you’re such a fucking slut,” he said softly, massaging your scalp with his fingers.

you moaned around his cock, feeling yourself getting wetter at coriolanus’s words. coriolanus bucked his hips, bringing his cock further into your mouth and making you gag. “gagging on my cock. you like that don’t you?” your eyes welled with tears, good tears, as you nodding your head. you moved your head faster along coryo’s length, your hand jerking off what you couldn’t fit.

“coryo, why are you degrading your girlfriend when she’s clearly giving you such good head?” sejanus chastised coryo over the phone. coriolanus very obviously rolled his eyes but didn’t reply to sejanus’s words.

“sejanus, shut the fuck up and let coryo enjoy getting his dick sucked,” festus replied.

coriolanus almost laughed but didn’t want to alarm you. you were truly being so good for him, sucking him off so good. but he wouldn’t tell you that. especially since you seemed to love that he was degrading you.

you continued your movements, slurping his cock so well. coriolanus threw his head back in pleasure, gripping your hair with his fingers. “fuck, baby, sucking me off like such a whore right now,” he said, feeling himself getting close. “gonna cum. gonna swallow it all for me right?” he asked, looking down at you. you hummed in response around his cock.

you looked absolutely gorgeous with your teary eyes, messed up hair, on your knees in front of coryo. he groaned as his cock stiffened in your mouth as he came inside your mouth. you took it so well, swallowing his cum. and when he finished you pulled off of his cock and looked up at him. your lips were slightly swollen and covered in cum and saliva. you licked your lips before speaking. “if you’re going to be on the call while i suck you off then you might as well fuck me while you’re on call too,” you said, your voice hoarse.

coriolanus let out a breathless chuckle. “then come here, baby,” he said as you crawled onto his lap.

festus and sejanus most certainly got more of a show than originally intended.

[gladiatorcunt]

alsooo… food for thought! modern!coryo learning that you’re a virgin and what he’d be like when he gets to fuck you for the first time 😏😏

🍽️ SEND ME ASKS ABOUT CORYO, LUKE CASTELLAN, OR ANAKIN (THIS IS A THREAT)

CW: afab!reader, feminization/use of bride/reader's pussy is assigned she/her pronouns, extra extra political empire heir coriolanus snow in tears over pussy read all about it, fair amount of marriage talk, mentions of being willing to murder others & trap reader, mandatory sejanus mention, coryo puts on his person suit just for you <3, this is not the darkest point in the au but the au is "soft" dark content overall

One thing about modern!coryo is that he gives you much more grace than some of his other friends would have. (Festus is "rumored" to be carrying multiple stds and Felix's family has a whole section in their budget just for child support. Sejanus is the only one in that group that's kind of normal by comparison.) When you start dating, he can tell that you're inexperienced at least; but the green-eyed monster always on his shoulder doesn't let him fully believe that you're a virgin.

He's... patient unlike most college boys. He's horny beyond comprehension, but he doesn't latch onto you like a leech after the first date (He's so kind 😊). Sure, there's a festering need sweltering under his skin and boiling his blood, but he's no strange to playing the long game. To him, every time he fucks you is going to feel like your wedding night (Cause he's in this for MARRIAGE). You're the only one he would use the phrase "making love" with. Before you, every other whore that hung off his dick was just there because he was high on his status (and a couple other things). He apologizes about being with others before you as if he were actively cheating on you.

He'd pay to have them disappear if you wanted.

Anyway.

He finds out in a benign way; you're making out on your creaky twin bed in your dorm. (You hadn't moved in together at the time, so he had to settle for his long limbs awkwardly knocking against the wall and nightstand every time you were getting intimate.) He keeps the kiss going as he rises up on his knees and nudges you on your back. He shoots his hands out under your body to catch you just in case (and so you can't leave).

"Wait….” You say and bury your hands in his hair to try to pry his mouth off of your neck, “Coryo, stop. I need a second."

He almost pouts but he relents and moves back to hover over you. Some of his curls dangle down and tickle your face but you just scrunch your nose up like a bunny at the feeling.

His brow furrows in confusion, "What is it, baby? Are you okay?"

You squirm under his body for a moment in embarrassment until you decide to just rip the band aid off. You run your hands up his torso and over his shoulders, curling them around the nape of his neck and giving him the little head scratches he likes. His eyes flutter shut as electricity shoots up his body.

"I'm uh...... I've never done this before, ever." He barely hears it with how quietly you whisper.

He can't help teasing you in response, "Baby, you can just say that you're a virgin if that's what you are."

He chuckles when you "playfully" smack him in the chest. Coryo makes sure you can watch his gaze soften as he brings a hand up to tuck some of your hair behind your ear. You've given him a gift, and Coriolanus Snow is nothing if not an avid appreciator or gifts. He leans down to rub the side of your nose with his, bringing his other hand down to press on your lower belly.

"Petal... I don't care that you're a virgin, we don't have to do anything today. I won't mind, don't worry."

He can see your brain working hard to make a decision, the cogs in your cute little head turning. You don't bite you lip for very long (which is a good thing because his dick was about to explode) before you're canting up to kiss him.

You've gotten a lot better at it overtime, and Coryo has adored every second of helping you get to that place. He's never been in love before so it's almost like you're teaching him new things too. He wonders if this is how his father felt, only having room in your heart for one person and closing it to everything else. He almost can't blame him, now that he's got you.

It was all going so well until he's wrestling your lace down your smooth legs, he's pressing tiny little pecks along your skin as your underwear travels. He doesn't quite take them off and just leaves them pooled around your ankles. The material stretches as he slides his hands up your inner thighs and spreads them.

You give him your best 'do NOT fucking rip my underwear' look but he just sends back an answering 'you know I'll buy you new ones.'

The puffy pussy that winks up at him makes him want to cry. Aphrodite could come down to earth right now and bend over right in front of him, but all he'd see is his future wife's glistening folds. He'd never really found a cunt cute before, but yours was bringing forward yet another wave of cuteness aggression. You have no hope of getting through to him once he's got his thumb hooked under your hood. He honest to God coos as he gently scrapes his thumb nail against your clit.

The giddy laugh that bubbles up when you involuntarily kick at him makes your cheeks heat up in what is unfortunately not embarrassment.

"Shit." He sniffles and wipes away an actual tear as he tilts his head to the side to get a different angle, "She's beautiful..."

It's the same tone he'll have when he says his vows.

Coryo then decides that he's tired of waiting so he tugs your panties off your ankles and uncaringly throws them somewhere on the floor. He smiles and lays down in between your legs, leaving some space in between your bodies so he could see where you two will be joined.

His curls hang in your face again as he leans down to nip at your nose, so you won't really notice when he shoves his pants down.

You can't hide how much you want to see all of him, he watches you glance down at his hard cock that slapped against his stomach as it flopped free. Despite Coryo obviously not having the biggest build in the world, the third leg he's been apparently carrying around all this time is more than enough for him (and for you). It's an angry sort of purplish red, thick and long like his fingers with a mushroom head that might as well have been calling your name.

"My eyes are up here, you know." He chides you as he gets your attention back on him by shaking his hefty cock in his balled fist, getting drops of salty pre cum on your pussy before sandwiching it between your folds.

He blissfully sighs and tosses his head back as if he were a king celebrity a long-awaited victory with a toe-curling fuck.

Essentially, he's like "fresh pussy just for me 👉👈🥺?” He's sat right at the dining table and ready to dive into his favorite three-course meal (your holes).

[spideyhexx]

what do we think about a situation with Snowjanus x Reader where maybe there are rumours about how Reader is involved with both of them and Festus or Felix or someone tries to make advances towards Reader and when she declines they get somewhat salty and tell her that if she's enough of a slut to jump back and forth betweem Sejanus and Coryo then she should be thankful that someone else still wanted them as well. maybe Sejanus and/or Coryo overhear? whatever happens then is up to you, but I'd love it if it ends with the three having sex or similar again where they praise her for being only theirs💗💗💗

omg okay

mdni

The night after you and Sej officially ask Coryo to be a part of the relationship, the question about public perception would come up of course. But at this point, people had already begun to suspect something was happening. Why would Coriolanus always sit next to you and Sejanus? Why was Coriolanus always going home with either you or Sej? Why was Sej's girlfriend getting all cute and cuddly next to Coryo in the library?

I think Sej becomes the clear voice for you three, saying something about focusing on one another and not letting any possible comments get to you.

Festus teasing or even asking to "join," would be enough to piss off you or either of the boys, but it would also be expected, especially from him. The moment is worse if you aren't around either of your boyfriends, just you and Festus, talking until he teases you about being with both of the men. At first, it feels playful, like he's just gonna make a small jab and then move on, but then he moves in close, "you got room for a fourth? I wouldn't mind sharing you," he whispers with a disgusting smirk as his eyes rake over your body.

You deny him, hoping to just walk away from the conversation once you get your words out, but he mutters, "I know you'd actually want it," and it's got you turning back on your heel to face him, asking what he means.

Festus' smirk would only grow wider, "You're fucking the Plinth and Snow boy. Sounds like something a whore would do. You're lucky I'm even interested in someone like you." And you can never really tell if Festus is being genuine or if he's just trying to hurt you, but it wouldn't really matter. You'd want to go off of on him, but you're still at the Academy and you don't want to cause any sort of scene so you just end up rolling your eyes and leaving.

Sej would notice first that something is wrong, but you brush it off. He'd share a look with Coryo and soon Sej's hand is holding yours as Coryo's eyes pierce into yours. You wouldn't tell them what happened until you're in the safety of your bedroom, tears threatening to prick. You'd find it in yourself to joke a little though, saying, "I think I win in the end. Even if I do get called a slut or whore or whatever name they can come up with cause I have two very caring boyfriends," and you let out a breathy chuckle as they both give you small smiles. "I'll just tell them I'm a slut too," Sej would chime in, making you giggle for the first time this night and it would bring a blush to his cheeks.

"And you're our girlfriend. Ours. No one else's, especially not Festus'," Coryo says, tugging you into his side as Sej rubs his hand on your other thigh.

The progression of the night feels too obvious, but you end up being surprised when both Sej and Coryo deny you getting on your knees for them, instead opting to please you and you only. They'd take turns between your legs, while the other is letting their tongue soak in your juices, the other is at your chest, neck, or ear with his mouth.

"our girl, you're so pretty," Coryo would mumble against you, kissing your shoulder while Sej's head is buried against your cunt. "make us feel so lucky, did you know that?"

Sej's words are a little sweeter given the fact you've been in a relationship with him longer. Coryo doesn't seem to mind at the moment as he brings you closer to another orgasm. "I love you, baby. You're so good for us, Coryo's gonna fall in love with you, I know it." And it makes all three of you smile when that's what sends you over the edge.

let's chat about sej, coryo, or both, here :)

[euphemiaamillais]

being ‘roommates’ with snowjanus headcanons

cw: 18+//mentions of sex//mentions of violence//throuple goals <3//college au

you guys met at uni at a freshers party and they thought you were hot, but they didn’t want to seem too forward by hitting on you so you guys all became good friends

they had put out an ad for a roommate (living off campus was expensive) and you were looking for any excuse not to live in a tiny dorm

they were sad to find out that you had a boyfriend, because they both wanted you so bad

for a while they had a competition between the two of them to see which one of them could hold your attention for the longest time

they almost had a falling out with one another over both being interested in you

however, they reconciled the day that you found out your boyfriend was cheating on you and you let both of them have you

after that, threesomes became a regular occurrence

whether or not you were at a party, or lounging around at home, you always ended up coming one way or another when you were with the two of them

sejanus liked to treat you like his girlfriend, so he’d always bring you flowers or buy you expensive things if you pointed them out at the shops. being rich, he was able to spoil you

coryo thought it was a little much, considering you’d all established that it was a friends with benefits situation

not that any of you were sleeping with anyone else, you didn’t think you’d ever want to either seeing as you were so well satisfied by your boys

people would whisper at uni, finding it a little weird that you were so touchy with the both of them, but you didn’t care, you had them

coryo’s favourite thing was going down on each other at the same time—while you took his cock in your mouth, he’d sloppily eat your pussy

he loved the way you moaned against his cock as he made you cum, licking up your sweet juices

sejanus preferred to eat you out from behind as you tried to do your assignments, not giving up until he’d made you cum at least twice, in spite of your protests that you really needed to get your work done

sometimes the two of them would touch each other, and when you caught them you’d sit and watch, touching yourself to remind them that they were leaving you out, and it was awfully cruel to not let them have you

at parties you’d often sneak away and fuck each other in spare bedrooms, and on one occasion when you came out you saw their friend festus standing there

needless to say, he’d ended up with a black eye from coryo when he’d asked when it would be ‘his turn’ to have you, considering you let yourself be ‘shared around’ by coryo and sej

sometimes in classes you shared together, you’d tease them by rubbing your hand over their crotch, of course you were never daring enough to actually give them a handjob

but one day they decide to give you a bit of payback, and they both tease your cunt with their fingers, one of them rubbing at your clit while the other fingered you. you had to bury your head behind a textbook to avoid anyone seeing the way you were trying desperately not to cry out as they made you cum

you loved teasing them by sending pictures of yourself whether in lingerie that you’d picked out, or of you fucking yourself with your fingers

sometimes you’d even let them film you while you were fucking, your face buried into the mattress as they ploughed both your holes

your favourite video was of you sucking coryo’s dick, which you’d sent to sej one day when he was home visiting his parents. you were gagging around his cock as he thrust into you, while coryo teased you about how hard sej would be when he watched the video

the same time sej is away, you and coryo call him and he jerks off while coryo talks him through what he’s doing to you; ‘she’s so fucking tight sej, you wouldn’t believe how she looks right now, all fucked out and dumb on my cock.’ or ‘i filled her ass just for you sej, she kept complaining how much she missed having us both so i just couldn’t help myself’

making them go shopping with you and getting them to come in the changing rooms to ‘help you’ zip up your dress. needless to say, that usually ends with one of their cocks buried inside of you while you try to keep quiet

you also like trying on expensive lingerie and showing them, watching as they try their hardest to not get a boner in the middle of the shop

when you get home, they both decide to spend the entire evening seeing how far they can edge you, considering you decided to tease them so much while you were out. you end up begging, tears spilling down your cheeks as you clench around nothing—eventually, they let you finish, but only after a few hours of torturous fingering

you three would often play games with one another, for example you and sejanus might make coryo watch you two fuck, but refuse to let him touch himself, and see how he squirms and weeps, begging to wrap his hand around his cock

other times, coryo would get you to sit on sej’s cock but not move an inch, grinning at the sight of his friend trying his hardest not to thrust into you

you were very lucky, having two hot guys willing to do anything for you, and you were never short of satisfied, the boys making sure that you came at least once a day

and you wouldn’t have it any other way

[blueskiesandstarrynights]

I've seen some people complain that by having so many powerful demigods in hoo, then it kinda defeats the whole point of pjo making such a big deal of children of the big three existing and the pact and what not, and I see you, but I raise you, that was the damn point. Hoo isn't saying that anyone can be as powerful as big three kids, it's making a point that these specific demigods are powerful as hell, and they're the exception, not the rule.

Like, let's think about it here- we've got Percy, Jason, and hazel who are all powerful we know obviously bc of their big three parentage, but what about the others? all athena kids are smart, but annabeth is regarded as a scary brilliant strategist, and is the first child of athena ever to find the athena parthenos and bring it back alive. clarisse is incredibly scary and talented in her own right, but she's not frank. even if we don't take into account his shapeshifting (which you absolutely should, it plays into my exception, not the rule argument), he has a command over war and strategy she simply doesn't. all hephestus kids are talented inventors, but it's never indicated they can invent shit on the fly as quickly or as skillfully as leo does. he's had the idea and basic blueprints for the argo 2 since he was a child and he's the only hephestus kid alive to have pyrokinesis (and the last guy who had the ability centuries ago completely fucked it up). drew has charmspeak, sure, but piper's is so much more powerful it's insane. here's your friendly reminder she charmspoke the completely metal festus to life while she was freezing her ass off and panicking.

Every kid of the big three is gonna be powerful; that's a given. but a powerful child of hephestus or mars or athena or aphrodite? to this kind of degree? and them joining together? it's unexpected, it's the exception, and is the product of a centuries old prophecy.

[that-daughter-of-nyx]

Yandere Leo Valdez NSFW Alphabet

I noticed there’s a distinct lack of yandere Leo so I’m fixing that

pairing: leo x female!reader (mentions of being the daughter of Nyx and granddaughter of hades, so sorry if you don’t like that I picked the godly parent but I wanted this to tie into my wattapp yandere Leo story)

as with all nsfw content all characters are aged to 18+.

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Leo is definitely a clingy yandere, I mean it would make sense everyone he loved died(his mom and festus just to name two) so it’s gonna be a lot of cuddling and kisses and the son of Hephaestus my(more than likely with) leave at least a few love bites so expect lots of little red and purple bites on your neck, chest, shoulders and thighs

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I don’t remember where or when I came across the headcanon that he likes his hands because they have made some amazing things(the Argo2 ect) but I absolutely agree, tho for his love probably your chest or neck(but if you can pick him up most definitely it would be you arms)

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He desperately wants to fill you up just so you have the chance of getting pregnant but he knows it’s probably not a good idea, being at camp 24/7 365 Chiron would figure it out and punish both of you, so he settles for cuming on your thigh or stomach, and watching it run down your body

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

definitely has a praise kink and will cum on the spot if you top him(which isn’t hard((unlike him)) because he despite acting like a top is actually a bottom) and call him your good boy as you slowly and softly fuck him, but he also loves when you make him see your mother’s realm(the Night and Stars) by fucking him as hard as possible

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

None unless you count the smuty stories he reads(if you write his stalker side will come out and find out what you write and if you write smut((even if it’s for a fandom he’s not in and he’s never seen/heard of before or it’s Reader X _____ even if reader is a girl))he’ll read it) but if you don’t count that then he has Zero Experience

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

cowgirl most definitely because he needs to see you and to beautiful fucked out face so much it hurts when you do any other position

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He switches emotions very quickly and easily(because I’m pretty sure most yanderes are bipolar) so he can go from cracking jokes to being dead serious is two seconds flat.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He probably doesn’t care and just lets it grow out a bit(until it gets uncomfortable) but if you don’t like it or you care he will wax/shave it(and maybe you can help😏 just one more excuse for shower sex)

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He’s completely obsessed with you so he will be the most romantic person humanly possible and he will maybe just maybe cry tears of joy the first few(60-ish) times you have sex

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

This boy is horny as fuck and definitely more so when you two where just friends, and he would jack off to the memories of you fussing over if he slept or ate or drank, when everyone else didn’t really care, but now he can just give you a look and your in bed(so long as you don’t have anything to do) and he’s rolling a condom on

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Again he definitely has a praise kink and maybe he’s just a little bit of a masochist

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Bunker9 or cabin21(the Nyx cabin) or if Nico’s at camp Jupiter and you want a little bit of risk cabin13 and if you willing to lock his siblings out cabin9 or if all else fails the forest will do(so long as it’s not night then he has to play the “I’ll have her back my 8pm sir” instead of the “your daughter calls me daddy too”)

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Jealousy or just you in something that hugs your body

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Hurting you(he may be a masochist but he’s still a yandere and will worship your body like it was Aphrodite herself if you let him)

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

he loves giving he just likes the taste of you, and the sounds he draws out and he would be really proud if he could get you to cum with just his fingers or tongue, but he doe sometimes like you going down on him typically when he’s angry or jealous about some guy who was flirting with you

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

both it just depends on where, when and his mood

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He doesn’t love or hate them, he can fucking rearrange your organs in five or fifty it doesn’t matter as long as you understand he absolutely adores you to death

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He Probably gets a adrenaline rush from risky stuff but if you don’t like risk he’ll just go sky diving instead of fucking you with a shit ton of risk

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

It’s canon that he has ADHD to make ADHD look normal and he has a lot of bottled up energy to good luck to your poor legs, but if you’re all fucked out and he’s still horny his finish himself

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Why do you need toys when you have him?

He doesn’t need toys, he will just fuck you will his hands, mouth and penis and will probably make you cum faster than any toy but if you have a vibrator you want to use on him he will let you, because to him you are a goddess, he doesn’t care about Hera or Aphrodite or Athena or even your mother Nyx he only cares about you and so you can use him as your toy or use your toys on him it really doesn’t matter to him so long as you’re happy

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

It could go either way but I say for yandere!Leo he probably would rather be teased by you

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

oh gods he’s like a husky(go on YouTube and watch huskies howling it’s SO loud) when you fuck him it may be best to shove your fingers or even better your underwear in his mouth to make him quieter

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

When you have sex he will have the most lovestruck expression possible or when you’re getting dressed he’ll palm himself through his boxers just because you’re not wearing a top when putting your bra(if you need one) on, and you know he’s a yandere because you where(maybe just a little bit trying to figure out if you liked him) hiding in the shadows when you saw him murder a guy who flirted with you, and so you ended up in the forest at 3pm pining him to a tree and fucking the sense out of him. And when cuddling he will find out what temperature you like to cuddle at(like if you like to cuddle something warm he’ll heat up with the fire powers but not like hot just like sitting around a campfire in summer warm)

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Despite him being so scrawny he’s large like long and thick and just the right size to fit in you and not be painful and he can and will warm his dick up just to hear the noises you’ll make

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Do I even need to say anything, it’s clear he’s all ways horny at least a little bit

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He’ll probably pull an all nighter if he can just to stare at your sleeping face

[mr-nauseam]

I love a jealous Coriolanus and today I will talk about my agenda about how in the capitol Coriolanus wants to bite Pup's hand.

So I have always believed the Harrington's are the only family that has tried to interact with the Plinth's. It started for business but Strabo and Pliny don't get along so bad. Most relevant Strabo knows Pliny has a son and he knows Sejanus has no friends in his head it's a perfect chance to get him a friend (future business partner) so he have the idea to invite them for a dinner and a play date.

It end up being terrible because everyone but Strabo and Pliny are suffering at these dinners. They are the most awkward play dates you can imagine because Sejanus and Pup have nothing in common and Pup is probably wishing he was anywhere but in the house of the Plinth, with the dirty district kid but it's not like he's going to contradict his father either.

But Coriolanus doesn't know this and no matter if these are the most boring play dates, the day he sees Sejanus say "Good morning" to Pup he's crawling the walls:

"Why did you greet him?"

"Because he's been coming to my house."

"... What is Pup doing in your house?"

"Dinner... Sometimes we play together."

And Coriolanus is absolutely devasted. Fucking TRAITOR. WHY IS PUP COMING TO YOUR HOUSE TO HAVE DINNER AND PLAY WITH YOU? He's growling, Festus and Clemensia try to ask him what's wrong but it's too late, he's already foaming at the mouth.

Coryo decides then that he is going to Sejanus' house that same evening TO DINNER AND PLAY WITH HIM AND HE WILL DO MUCH BETTER THAN PUP. Sejanus is blushing and kicking his legs because Coryo is going to his house to play with him. Don't dreams come true? Coriolanus even is holding his hand as he takes Sejanus by force walking to his home.

Snow doesn't say anything on their way too busy thinking about how to clear things up with Pup, how to let him know he's not allowed to ever step, talk and see Sejanus again... Hmmm.

The dinner and play date turns out amazing, the truth is the bar was under the hell so Coriolanus didn't really have much trouble to come out on top also when he's not scared to be seen with the district boy they actually get along well, they have fun together although since that day Coriolanus is barking at Pup every time he sees him within 10m of Sejanus.

[slaymitchabernathy]

Escapism.

The sound of a gun going off is what wakes Soarynn up in the morning. It used to terrify her, lead her to wonder who was on the receiving end of that bullet. Now she simply rolls onto the other side of the bed, praying for a few more minutes of sleep.

She never gets it though. There’s work to be done.

A knock at her door leads Soarynn to let out an annoyed groan, “I’m sick, don’t come in!” She calls out, hoping to keep him at bay. The door creaks open, “Are you contagious?” The question brings a small smile to Soarynn’s lips which sometimes annoys her, but he can be plenty annoying when he wants to be.

“I might be,” she mumbles into her pillow, feeling the bed dip beside her. She feels his large hand slip under her nightgown. He doesn’t grab her or fondle her, he simple presses his palm onto the warm skin of her back, “Today’s the day.”

Soarynn cracks one eye open at the statement, “I’m surprised you’re letting me go through with it.” Coriolanus lets out a dry laugh, “I don’t want you to go through with it,” he admits, “want to keep you here all to myself.” Soarynn sighs and pushes herself up until she’s somewhat sitting up, almost at eye level with the tall blonde.

“You wanna keep me in your pocket,” she tells him, her soft hand coming up to cup the side of his clean shaven face. Coriolanus leans into her hand, something he’d never do in front of his men. He’s only like this with her, gentle.

“I do,” he quietly agrees, “I’m afraid you’ll find me to be a quite selfish man at times.” A teasing grin curls across her lips, “You selfish? I would’ve never thought.” Coriolanus rolls his eyes, “I worry about you. I have to worry about a thousand things a day and yet I find myself worrying about you the most.”

Soarynn thinks it’s sweet. For the most part. There’s something rather ironic about a dark and brooding man who’s the leader of a gang worrying about some random girl he met one night and then proceeded to fuck. But Coriolanus Snow just seems to be full of surprises.

A loud knock on the door pulls them from their tender moment, “If you two are done fucking then can we please get this show on the road?” Festus calls from outside, sounding almost bored of their antics at this point. Soarynn shoots Coriolanus a teasing look, “Oh, I don’t know, my jaw is practically locked around his thick, long, co—“

Coriolanus slaps his hand across her mouth before she can finish her vulgar sentence, “We’ll be out in a minute,” Coriolanus says while glaring at Soarynn as she giggles. It’s funny how he can say the nastiest things in bed and yet he hates when those things are said in daily conversation.

“Get dressed, and wash your mouth with soap while you’re at it,” he says, pulling his hand away before she can bite it. Soarynn bats her eyes up at him, “You mean you don’t want my lips around you?”

He shakes his head and chuckles before turning to leave the room, “You’re a handful alright.”

Soarynn smiles, it’s a good thing he has two hands.

꧁ ꧂

It’s strange to get dressed in the back of a warehouse. Soarynn finds it somewhat humorous that this is where her life has led to. All because of a breakup. Talk about a revenge era.

When she first laid eyes on Coriolanus again she was terrified. He’d said he wasn’t in a gang but it certainly looked like he was in one, especially with his men dragging her off the street for him to play with.

That’s when the truth came out.

Coriolanus Snow was for the most part, an evil man. He was part of a gang, the leader to be more specific. Soarynn didn’t even know the Capitol actually had gangs, she figured that things like that only existed in the Districts far below them. But Coriolanus led quite possibly the most powerful and notorious gang in all of Panem.

Of course he did.

He’d tried his best to answer her pestering questions such as: “Why the fuck am I here? Who are you really? Who were those men? Why are you in a warehouse? Why did you have a gun on you the night we met?”

She knew he probably didn’t want to answer a single question but Soarynn hadn’t quite cared in the moment. Not when she still feared for her life. So, he told her everything. The night they met he was supposed to meet up with a friend of his, a dangerous friend. He’d brought his gun just as a precaution, in case things got messy which Soarynn has learned, they always do. Then he saw her.

He saw her dancing, smiling, having the time of her life and suddenly nothing else mattered to him. He blew off his friend, the meeting, everything to take her home. He just never thought she’d show up in his warehouse a month later.

Over the past month Soarynn had been learning the exact type of man Coriolanus really was. He could be cruel, rude, rigid and unforgiving. Until it came to her. It was somewhat amazing how quickly his entire demeanor changed the second he saw her. He could go from barking out orders and shooting someone in the face to speaking to her in the softest tone and cradling her small face in his large hands.

Festus loved to tease him, say that Coriolanus was head over heels and Soarynn had to agree.

It has had been a bit difficult trying to navigate her new normal now that she was somewhat involved with Coriolanus and his gang. They called themselves “The Thorns” because Coriolanus apparently grew roses on the roof of his penthouse. Soarynn had rolled her eyes when hearing their name but she simply let it slide. Coriolanus had been adamant in reassuring her that none of his men would ever touch her again, they wouldn’t even look at her if that’s what she wanted.

Soarynn didn’t mind though. She found most of them to be rather pleasant when they weren’t berating her in the alleyway. She had however sharply questioned him about his men taking girls like her off the streets for their boss. For him.

She remembered clear as day how much it had angered him. “So you get off on kidnapping innocent girls?” She’d asked him, pulling her hands out of his once she pulled herself from her petrified state. Coriolanus had frowned at the loss of contact, “I…it’s not like that Soarynn, I swe—“

“Oh really? Because it looks exactly like that,” she’d hissed, getting up in his face, she wasn’t backing down, “I was just ripped off the street by several of your men who seem to have quite the wandering eye who thought that you’d have a good time with me. What type of message do you think that sends out? That you’re kind and caring? Or that you’re some perverted scum who takes advantage of girls in his spare time?”

His jaw had clenched at her harsh words, “I never thought I’d see you again. What happened between us that night was supposed to be a one time thing. I’m sorry that you’ve gotten tangled up in this, truly, I am but there’s nothing that can be done to fix it now.”

And there truly was nothing that they could do to fix this predicament now that Soarynn knew where they lived, worked and looked like. So, she began to help them, work with them. It was a man’s world, sure, but that meant women like her were nearly invisible, always ignored until they were ogled.

And that suits her just fine.

Her first “mission” had been simple, she posed as a waitress at a nearby restaurant in hopes to seduce a known killer that Coriolanus and his men had been after for months. She got that man all the way to his car and just when his hands were slipping up her dress, Coriolanus put a bullet in between his eyes.

Although he'd never come out and say it, Soarynn knew how he felt about other men being around her, talking to her, touching her. Even if was for the greater good of everyone involved.

In the end, he had given her an ultimatum once she had calmed down from her previous fury. He'd walked around his desk once more, slowly reaching into a drawer until he pulled out a gun. Soarynn's blood had run cold once again. He had been so calm, so quiet as he walked back over to her and grabbed her hand, placing it on the gun before bringing it up to his chest. Soarynn had tears running down her face but Coriolanus didn't seem to care, "Now darling, you can either pull the trigger and kill me, thus killing this web you've been tangled up in, or," he turned the gun around, pressing into her chest, "you can stay here, learn our ways and in return you'll be promised my protection."

To have a gun so close to her, pressed against her had terrified Soarynn. She never grew up around violence but the best option was clear, and so she stayed. She still had her apartment but she rarely visited these days, mostly sleeping in one of the bedrooms they had in the warehouse. Every once in a while Coriolanus would take her to his penthouse, give her a taste of normalcy before fucking her so good that she saw stars.

They weren't together, weren't a couple and yet neither of them seemed keen on talking to anyone else. Not like Soarynn had much of a choice. Wherever she went there was some scary man with a hidden gun behind her to ensure that no rival gangs tried to harm her. So that closed a lot of doors when it came to having a normal relationship. Coriolanus insisted on one of his men-usually Sejanus-escorting her at all times when she left the safety of the warehouse.

Soarynn had questioned it in the beginning. Not because she was opposed to it because for the most part, she wasn't but she was curious.

She asked Coriolanus about it one night when she was in his office, sitting on his lap while he went through shipment documents. "Why does Sejanus always follow me around?" She'd asked, her hands absentmindedly playing with the buttons of his shirt. Coriolanus had dropped his pen at her question, "Did he try to touch you?" He asked her, his voice so calm yet scary. Soarynn had shaken her head, "No he didn't try anything. I...I was just wondering why you always have someone follow me. It's not like I'm the leader like you are."

A tired smile had spread across his lips, "Darling, you have no idea of the power you hold and I like to think that's a good thing but many men would try to hurt you if they knew it would hurt me." Soarynn hadn't quite understood that way of thinking but she nodded like she understood and let him get back to work.

But now as the days passed she understood more and more. She saw the way he looked at her, how he treated her and spoke to her. Coriolanus Snow was failing miserably at keeping Soarynn at arm's length.

He was falling in love.

꧁ ꧂

Her outfit for today was form-fitting. Nothing new.

She does her hair and makeup before deciding she looks presentable and gives Petunia one last scratch before leaving her room. Bringing her cat with her had caused quite an argument between her and Coriolanus. He was convinced that bringing a cat into his warehouse where crimes were committed almost on the daily would be the downfall of his gang. Soarynn argued that Petunia could help with their apparent mouse problem as well as keep her company.

In the end, Soarynn won, and the cat stayed.

"Wish me luck Petunia," Soarynn whispers before leaving her bedroom. She takes one last glance inside the space she's resided in for the past month or so. If everything goes well tonight, she'll be back to see Petunia in no time.

She met with a whistle from Festus when she walks into the makeshift living room and rolls her eyes, "Looking lovely as always," he purrs. It didn't take Soarynn long to find out that Festus flirts with everyone and she is no exception. She finds Coriolanus already looking at her from one of the distressed armchairs, his stare is penetrating and ice-cold. He's different when he's around other men, she has to remind herself of that. He was so gentle this morning but he will be nothing but distant and strategic until the night is over and their mission is complete.

"Let's get started," he says, finally tearing his eyes away from her.

They all gather around the coffee table, mahogany of course while Sejanus gives them a rundown of what's going to happen tonight. It's cute how he has a projector pointed at the bare wall so that his carefully detailed plan can be seen by everyone.

"Now tonight we are going to attempt to bring down the Ravenstills," he starts, nervously eyeing the room, "not only is it imperative that we take out as many of their men as possible but more importantly, we must kill Felix Ravenstill no matter what the cost." Several of the men let out grunts of agreement when a photo of Felix Ravenstill appears on the wall.

Soarynn can feel the nerves beginning to grow. It's one thing to kill a man, but it's another thing to kill the President's son.

꧁ ꧂

"You're nervous." Soarynn ignores his comment and keeps her eyes focused on the target in front of her. Just as she's about to pull the trigger Coriolanus steps in front of her and she scoffs, lowering the gun, "Do you have a death wish?" She asks, tilting her head as she looks up at him, "Because only an idiot would step in front of a loaded gun."

His face is as emotionless as ever, "You're nervous," he repeats, his tone gentler, softer, kinder. Soarynn feels the tension leave her shoulders and she sighs, carding her fingers through her hair, "Of course I'm nervous, you would be too if you were in my position." Her position is quite the perilous one where Soarynn's concerned, and she's very concerned.

Coriolanus rests a hand on her side, she knows he's trying to comfort her, but he also wants to just hold her, in case everything goes to shit and one of them dies tonight, "You know I'd never let anyone hurt you," he says quietly. Soarynn bites her lip, he's right, but he's not the one in control tonight, "You won't be there," she reminds him, feeling his grip slightly tighten, "I'll be all by myself."

They both stand there for a moment, not a word spoken between them. Coriolanus uses his other hand to gently cup her face as he leans down, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. Soarynn doesn't know what to do for a moment. She's kissed Coriolanus lots of times but never in front of everyone and she could feel some of the men watching the public display of affection. "We still have time," he mumbles against her lips. Soarynn sighs into the kiss, "Then let's make the most of it."

꧁ ꧂

For once, Coriolanus is gentle.

He's slow in taking off her clothes, her panties, her bra.

He kisses up and down her body as if he's trying to memorize every inch of her. He's kneeling on the ground while Soarynn lays on the bed, feeling his lips kiss her calf. Soarynn slowly sits up, looking down at one of the most powerful men in Panem.

On his knees for her.

"You look good like that," she tells him, smirking when he pulls away and looks up at her, "on your knees." If she had said that while they were fucking then she would've literally gotten her ass handed to her and Coriolanus would've fucked her harder and harder until she saw stars. But now he grins, "Well, normally the roles are reversed," he reminds her.

Soarynn blushes when thinking of all the times she's gotten on her knees for him, hidden under his desk while sucking him off. "Get up here," she orders and Coriolanus wastes no time in climbing onto his bed, his large body on top of her smaller one, his hands on her hips while his lips are on hers. They move in sync with one another, to the point where it frightens Soarynn. It makes her think that they might work, that this might work.

Coriolanus groans into the kiss when she ruts her hips up against his, "You're such a tease," he says, reaching down to undo his belt, his gun falling onto the bed. Soarynn hums, threading her fingers through his golden curls, "You love it though." She can feel the tip of his cock pressing against her entrance, it feels so good, so right. He slowly sinks in before muttering a set of words she never thought she'd hear.

"I love you."

Within seconds it feels as if her entire world has been flipped upside down. Coriolanus is slow and measured with his thrusts. "You don't mean that," she tells him, pulling away from the kiss, "love is dangerous in this line of work." He chuckles because those are the exact words he said to her one night when she asked him if he's ever been in love. "And yet I'm in love with you my darling," he replies, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Once tonight is over things will change, I will change," he promises, his blue eyes boring into her blue-gray ones.

Soarynn wants to believe him. But when has a man ever told the truth?

Tomorrow isn’t promised, they both know that. So she might as well enjoy this tender moment, and let Coriolanus enjoy it as well.

Soarynn lets out a soft gasp when the tip of his cock presses against her just right, causing her back to slightly arch as they move in sync with each other, "Right there," she whispers, her face buried in his neck. He smells like roses. Coriolanus tightens his grip on her hips as he draws his cock out of her cunt oh-so-slowly, "You feel so good," he mumbles, pressing a kiss to her neck.

Coriolanus is a rather possessive man, no surprise there, but Soarynn found that he loved to leave her neck littered with bruises, love bites. Anything to let his men know that he was the one who fucked the pretty girl each and every night. They didn't always fuck. Sometimes they talked, got to know each other in the company of a bottle of wine and the dim lighting of his study. Other times he'd fuck her up against the door while making her scream out his name.

They were two wild cards.

"I'm getting close," Soarynn whines, her walls fluttering around his cock as she feels that wire inside of her getting tighter and higher. Before Coriolanus, she hadn't experienced a good orgasm, an earth-shattering, thigh-shaking, eye-rolling orgasm. Now he gave them to her without even trying. Unlike the other men she'd been with in the past, Coriolanus learned her, learned from her.

Coriolanus moans and Soarynn could've finished right there and then. His low, timber voice sounded heavenly whenever he let a moan slip out which was rare within itself. "Please," she whines, "please Coriolanus, please." He loves it when she begs, when she's his good girl. Soarynn tries to be good, for the most part.

The past month she'd done her very best to rile him up, tease him in front of his men, really push his buttons. If he wanted to drag her into his dangerous lifestyle then the least he could do was suffer just a little. Coriolanus slightly picks up the pace, their breaths getting heavier as they roll towards their peaks, "Come on Soarynn," he grunts, "give it to me, fuck, it's perfect, you're perfect."

Soarynn feels her eyes roll back when she reaches her orgasm, her mouth open in a silent scream as Coriolanus continues to thrust into her. She feels Coriolanus finish inside of her, filling her up to the brim as he often likes to do. "You're a little too good at that," Soarynn mumbles against his neck, her hands resting on his shoulders. Coriolanus lets out a breathy laugh before looking into her eyes, "I've had my fair share of practice."

They both smile and share a laugh, the moment almost feels genuine, tender, and soft. Neither of them are those things though. Genuine, tender, or soft.

He presses a soft kiss to her lips and it feels like a promise, "Tonight will change everything," he says. Soarynn nods like she believes him, "Yes it will," she agrees. Coriolanus nods like he believes her.

꧁ ꧂

It's tense in the car. The car filled with gang members on their way to assassinate the President's son and anyone who works for him. Festus tries to keep things light but one glare from Coriolanus in the front seat shuts down any room for joking.

This is no joking matter.

"Here," Sejanus says, handing her a gun. Soarynn's dainty fingers wrap around it, "Thanks," she mutters. A gun is a last resort, it means that it's come down to the wire and Soarynn doesn't want things to come to that if she can help it. She knows how tonight will go.

According to the plan.

The car whines to a stop in the back alley and Soarynn's nerves are steadily rising. Coriolanus turns to look at everyone, a rather calm expression painted across his face, "Tonight we change the history of Panem, for better or for worse. Everyone remembers their roles and sticks to the plan," his eyes linger on Soarynn long enough for her to feel anxious, "when we get back the drinks are on me," Coriolanus finishes. A few excited whispers fill the car as the promise of free alcohol settles in everyone's brains.

Sejanus pushes the door open and extends a hand out to Soarynn, one she gladly takes, "Thank you Sejanus," she whispers, giving his hand a tight squeeze. His expression falters and for a moment he looks somewhat confused but he recovers when Coriolanus steps out of the car. "Of course, I'll see you when it's over," he promises.

So many promises tonight.

Coriolanus sighs and nods at Sejanus who takes himself and five other men down the alley and around the corner where they'll infiltrate the establishment from the back door. "Look, I want you to be careful, okay?" Coriolanus asks, his tone pleading as he takes her hands in his, squeezing them as if she's his lifeline, "Shoot first and ask questions later huh?" Soarynn teases, giving him a playful smile even though she's as nervous as he is. Just for different reasons.

A small smile graces his lips, "Yeah," he mumbles, "ask questions later. I'll see you once it's all done, okay?" Soarynn nods and doesn't hesitate to lean in and press herself to her tiptoes, her lips finding his. Coriolanus responds immediately as they share one last kiss. She's not even surprised when he whispers those three words again.

"I love you."

Soarynn gives him one last peck before she pulls away, giving him that dazzling smile that he fell for when they first met.

"Love you too."

꧁ ꧂

It's loud in this club, so loud. But Soarynn didn't come here for peace and quiet.

She weaves her way through the crowd, ignoring the blatant stares she gets from all the perverted men who frequent this establishment. She finally reaches the bar where she orders the strongest alcohol they can serve before she sits on the barstool, bringing her drink to her lips as she surveys the room.

She sees many familiar faces, all the men who work for Coriolanus have filtered their way into the crowd and are dancing like a mass murder isn't about to occur tonight. Coriolanus had instructed the men to act normal, dance with people if they could help it. She finds Festus letting it all out on the dancefloor, having a little too much fun for someone who's supposed to be working.

Finally, she sees him, her target.

Felix Ravenstill is sitting in a private booth surrounded by both girls and alcohol, having the absolute time of his life. Soarynn finishes the last of her drink before she propels herself towards his private section, her eyes sultry, her body on display, her lips curled in a flirtatious smile. She can feel a pair of eyes on her and they don't belong to Felix. She suspected that Coriolanus might get jealous, but she needs to do her job, his feelings don't matter right now.

She finally locks eyes with Felix and does her best to act as if she's fallen in love on the spot. It works like a charm. She approaches his section but is stopped by a giant-looking bodyguard who could snap her neck in seconds if he wanted to. "Let her in," Felix slurs, waving her towards him. Soarynn gives the bodyguard her sweetest smile as he unclips the velvet rope and lets her pass.

Felix is quick to shoo all the other girls away and they all give Soarynn their most lethal glares as they pass by her, their chins held high. Soarynn grabs the last girl by the arm and leans in closer, "Get you and your friends out of here," she whispers, momentarily locking eyes with the girl whose eyes widen and she nods, pulling away from Soarynn and chasing after her friends.

Soarynn turns her attention back to Felix and smiles, "Hello," she purrs, sliding in next to him. His hands wander quickly until he has one arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her tight against him, "You're too beautiful to be a dump like this," he tells her, and his breath reeks of alcohol. Soarynn ignores it though and giggles, "You think I'm beautiful?" Felix eagerly nods, "So pretty," he slurs, his other hand fumbling to find another drink to throw back.

Soarynn keeps him talking for a while, keeps him drinking more importantly. She flirts and laughs at all his bad jokes and acts surprised when he tells her who he is. "You're President Ravenstill's son?" She asks, feigning surprise. Felix smirks, his hand traveling down her body and squeezing her ass, "Sure am. Have you ever been fucked by a future President?" Soarynn has to fight the urge to throw up as she shakes her head, "Not yet," she answers.

That's all he needs to hear before he suggests they go upstairs. Right according to plan. Soarynn follows him up the creaky stairs that are sticky from all the drinks that have been spilled no doubt. His bodyguard lingers at the bottom of the stairs, "Don't come up here!" Felix calls, wagging his finger, "You don't wanna hear her screaming my name for the next hour." Soaryn giggles and throws her arms around his neck, "Hurry Felix, I need you."

She's never been up here, or inside this club for that matter but she knows the layout like the back of her hand since Sejanus has drilled her on it a thousand times. She knows exactly which door to open and which room to stumble in. Sure enough, they stumble into a room with a small bed and wallpaper that has little roses all over it.

Felix is on her in seconds, his hands roaming all over her body, trying to literally rip the dress off of her, "C'mon take it off," he whines, "you know you want it." How many times has she heard that before?

"Haven't you ever heard of foreplay," she quips, her hands running up and down the front of his shirt. She shoves him towards the bed and he nearly topples onto the floor but manages to get onto the mattress. It's only a matter of keeping him busy while work is done downstairs. Soarynn sits on his lap as they kiss, all the while gunshots can be heard from downstairs.

Felix hears a gunshot or a scream once or twice but Soarynn quickly pulls him back into their lustful little bubble. Soarynn is getting more and more nervous with every second that passes by. Where is everyone?

Felix is getting more and more handsy and right before he can unzip her dress, his bodyguard busts through the door, his face smeared with blood, "Boss! It was an ambush! The Thorns are here!" Before he can utter another word a gun goes off and he falls to the floor. Soarynn makes a big show of gasping as they watch the big man topple to the ground, his eyes wide as he dies.

Felix swears and shoves Soarynn off of him, his eyes nervously looking out into the hallway where Festus is standing, a wild look on his face. "My boss told me to wait for him,” Festus drawls as he walks into the room, but I think I'll have you to myself Felix." Soarynn shoots him a look, "Festus," she hisses, knowing how furious Coriolanus will be if Festus fucks this all up because of his pride and lack of control.

Fexlis's eyes widen and he looks back at Soarynn, realization dawning on him. "You knew?! You bitch!" Soarynn feels frozen in her spot while watching this all play out but she snaps out of it when Festus aims his gun at Felix, "The odds were never in our favor," he says. Soarynn slips her hand under her dress, her fingers finding the knife she strapped to her thigh and she doesn't hesitate to pull it out before throwing it at Festus, the blade catching him right in the throat.

He gasps and drops his gun, his hands flying to his throat. Soarynn watches the pitiful scene as Festus attempts to pull the knife out, only making it worse. He stumbles backwards out into the hall where he hits the wall. There's too much blood and not enough time. Soarynn watches Festus take his last breath before he slides down the wall, his eyes wide open as blood begins to pool from his mouth.

Felix swears and grabs the gun Festus dropped, tucking it behind him in the waistband of his pants, "Fucking Thorns," he mumbles, wiping his brow, his hands are shaking, He's in shock. He looks over his shoulder and glares at Soarynn who's sitting on the floor, her back pressed against the bed, her breaths growing uneven, "He tried to shoot me!" That stupid statement is what draws Soarynn out of her haze and she slowly pushes herself from the floor, "He didn't," she says calmly. The bodyguard is too heavy to move but he isn't entirely blocking the doorway.

She can hear more shouting from downstairs, she hears Sejanus let out a pained scream. It seems this ambush hasn't gone according to plan. Then she hears it, hears him.

"SOARYNN! SOARYNN WHERE ARE YOU?!"

Her heart clenches at his pained voice. At how Coriolanus still cares enough to try to find her amidst the chaos. She can hear him climbing the steps, hear the gasp he lets out when he sees Festus. Soarynn sighs, it's all gotten so much more complicated now. Felix is slowly collecting himself behind her and she listens to him shakily push himself up from the floor, "This is a mess," he mutters, "a bloody fucking mess."

She sees Coriolanus crouching down to check on Festus, swearing when he finds no pulse. Then she feels a hand wrap around her throat and another around her waist, "You little fucking whore," Felix hisses in her ear, "almost got me killed, and for what?" He steers them towards his bodyguard where he crouches down, bringing her with him as one of his hands fumbles around until he finds a gun hidden on his bodyguard's body and grabs it before pressing the barrel to the side of Soarynn's head, "There we go," he whispers, "now we're even." Soarynn lets out a whimper and watches Coriolanus slowly turn to look into the room, a sheer look of horror washes over his face when he sees her with a gun to her head.

Coriolanus takes a few steps toward them but Felix tightens his grip on the gun before jamming it into her head and Soarynn lets out a pained cry, "Don't come any closer," he warns Coriolanus, his voice manic, "unless you wanna see her paint the walls red."

Coriolanus clenches his jaw and gives Soarynn a look full of sorrow, "I told you to get out as soon as you could", he says, his voice so hoarse. Soarynn feels tears pricking in her eyes, "I know you did," she whispers. Felix lets out a bitter laugh, "Looks like the little bitch can't take orders, huh Coriolanus?" Soarynn's throat closes up at the snide remark and it does nothing to calm down Coriolanus who's already fuming. "Just let her go," he says calmly.

Felix presses the gun further into her skin, "Now why would I do that? I clearly can't trust any of these idiots in here so why would I trust you? A thorn in my side since the beginning." Coriolanus meets her eyes again and Soarynn desperately wants to convey a single message.

Run.

But she can't. She's trapped between a rock and a hard place. Coriolanus turns his gaze to Felix and he looks downright murderous as he drops his gun onto the floor. "There," he says, kicking it towards her and Felix for good measure, "just let her go and I'll call my men off. You can walk out safely, you have my word." The mission isn't jeopardized anymore, it's fucked. Soarynn lets out a shaky breath, "Coriolanus please, just go."

Coriolanus shakes his head, his eyes trained on her now, "No. No, I love you, I'm not losing you."

Soarynn lets out a sob as she knows what's bound to happen next, "I'm sorry." His expression softens, "It's not your fault."

The next five seconds seem to move in slow motion as she reaches behind Felix, grabbing the gun from his waistband. All that training Coriolanus forced her to do pays off when she brings the gun in front of her and pulls the trigger.

The sound of a gun going off is what wakes Soarynn up from the lie she's been living for the past three months.

She lets the tears fall free as they watch Coriolanus fall to the ground, a bullet piercing his heart.

Felix lets out a sigh of relief and releases her from his grip, "For fucks sake, took you long enough."

Soarynn is silent as she sinks to the floor, her hands gently reaching out for Coriolanus. He's crouched down, gripping his chest. Soarynn cups his face with her hands, slowly pulling him up to face her, "I loved you," he croaks, his eyes full of betrayal. Soarynn sniffles, "I know. I know you did." His breaths are labored, his hands trembling, "Goodbye Coriolanus," she whispers, pressing one last kiss to his lips.

It's pitful how he returns it, sounding like a wounded animal seeking out comfort as he returns his kiss. She feels it, his last breath before he dies.

A hand on her shoulder reminds her of the harsh reality she lives in, "You did good," Felix says, "I knew I could count on you." Soarynn nods and wipes her tears with the back of her hand before looking up at the man she loves.

The man that she loved who sat her down that night and told her that it was over.

What a clever lie they had come up with for her to infiltrate the Thorns and take them down from the inside.

And Coriolanus had believed every one of her lies. He fell in love with her.

Dumb decision.

Soarynn doesn't wanna feel her her heart is ripping, since she was out on the town with a simple mission.

She pushes herself up from the floor and regains her composure, letting Felix rest his hand on the small of her back.

He laughs as they walk past the dead body of Coriolanus Snow, “He looked so heartbroken,” he tells her before pressing a kiss to the side of her temple. Soarynn feigns a smile, knowing that it’ll be a grand celebration once they go downstairs now that the thorns are defeated. “Sorry for calling you a bitch by the way,” he says, “just got caught up in the moment.” Soarynn simply hums, not trusting herself to respond right now.

A roar of cheers hits them as they appear at the top of the stairs and Felix lets go of her to run down the stairs and celebrate with his men, leaving Soarynn at the top of the stairs.

She looks back at the room one last time where Coriolanus is lying on the floor. She shakes her head and mumbles to herself before heading downstairs to celebrate. 

“Just a heart broke bitch.” 

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[captainremmington-13]

All the Rumors are True (or are they?)

A Bellova x Coriolanus One-Shot

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own The Hunger Games franchise, the images above, The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes, or any of the characters in this fic other than Bellova, Oliveria, and the Solstice Festival. I also do not condone the beliefs or actions of Coriolanus or Bellova.

Summary: The Monday after the Solstice Festival, Bellova confronts Coriolanus about gossip she’s been hearing concerning him and an unknown girl doing…scandalous things in the alleyway behind the train station. 

⚠️Warnings⚠️: lots of swearing, mentions of alcohol consumption, allusions to sexual acts, Bellova and Coryo are both very mean to each other in this

A/n: This takes place the school year before TBOSAS occurs, (the equivalent of their junior year of high school). Also, I HIGHLY recommend you catch up on my series, A Lady Made of Snow, before reading this.

“Miss Reginelle! Mister Snow!” 

Professor Satryia Click’s voice rang throughout the classroom, causing the two students to break their intense eye contact with each other. 

“I appreciate that you are both so invested in the discussion topic,” she began, giving them a small smile. “But please try to lower your voices and use kinder language while conversing.”

“Yes, Professor Click,” Bellova and Coriolanus said in unison. She nodded in satisfaction, turning back towards the projector screen. When she was no longer looking, Coriolanus gave Bellova another scathing glare.

“You’re infuriatingly stubborn, has anyone ever told you that?” he hissed.

“You do, almost every day,” she said, smirking. 

“And yet, you still refuse to change your ways.”

“If I did, nobody would be around to keep your ego in check.”

He huffed in annoyance. “Bitch.”

“That’s no way to show self-control, Coriolanus,” she said mockingly. “But I suppose that adds merit to the rumors.”

He tilted his head in confusion. “What rumors?”

Bellova smiled widely. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

Professor Click assigned the class a short worksheet to complete by the following day, and dismissed them a few minutes earlier than usual. As soon as she’d given them permission to leave for their lunch break, Bellova quickly gathered her things and exited the classroom, trying to hold back a smug smile.

As expected, she barely made it down one flight of stairs before Coriolanus grabbed her by the arm and pulled her out of the crowd.

“What the fuck - get your hands off of me, Snow,” she said, faking an angry tone.

“What the hell were you talking about earlier?” he asked, keeping a firm grip on her forearm.

She gave him an obviously exaggerated innocent smile. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Coryo.”

Coriolanus’s eyes bore into hers, and she briefly wondered if he would push her down the stairs if he could get away with it.

Instead, he dragged her down another flight of stairs and into an empty classroom. Swiftly shutting the door behind them, he let go of her arm, but stood in front of the only way to exit the room. 

Bellova sat down on a desk, crossing her arms.   “I don’t understand why you’re so mad.”

Coriolanus walked towards her, his tall figure towering over her. She met his gaze, not a hint of fear in her eyes. 

“Tell me about the rumors you mentioned earlier, or I swear, I’ll make you pay.”

“Someone’s worked up,” Bellova said teasingly. After noticing Coriolanus’s fists clench, she decided to finally tell him. It wasn’t worth getting in a physical altercation over. “Alright fine, it has to do with the Solstice Festival last Friday.”

“What about it?” he pressed.

“Something about a dare that Festus put you up to after we were all relatively intoxicated.” She relished in the way that his body went rigid at her words. “So you do know what I’m referring to, hm?”

“What exactly are people saying?” he demanded, his voice raising.

“You and some girl did some…dirty things in the alley behind the train station. You know, kissing, some discarded clothing items, and someone ending up on their knees.”

Coriolanus’s pale and slightly hollow cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink. “Fuck,” he muttered. “I don’t even know who she was. It was dark, and we were both drunk.”

Bellova was tempted to push for more details, but realized she really didn’t want to know them. She did have one question for him, though:

“So I suppose you’re not pure as snow anymore, hm?”

He looked away from her. “Shut up.” 

She scoffed. “If you’re going to become a player, just own up to it.”

“I’m not!”

“Sure, sure,” she said, trying not to let her anger ruin her composure. “But you flirted with anything in a dress at the event. I saw the way you were eyeing Clemensia.“

“I wasn’t-“

“Either get better at lying or don’t even try to, Coryo.”

He narrowed his eyes, stepping even closer to her. “Fine. If you want to talk about indecency, Bellova, let’s talk about the things I’ve heard about you and Felix.” 

“Coriolanus, you-“ 

“Is it true that he took you home with him after the end-of-year gala last year? And that you spent the night there?”

Bellova sneered, standing up to get in her rival’s face. “You know damn well that isn’t what happened. You were with me when I got into my car, for fuck’s sake!” 

“That hasn’t stopped people from talking,” he continued, smirking down at her. “People think think that you-“

“I know what they think!” she snarled, shoving him backwards. “Thanks to that bitch Oliveria, everyone is convinced that I slept with Felix just to get into the good graces of the president. But we never even fucking kissed, and we were never a couple. You know that everything you’ve heard concerning him and I are bold-faced lies.”

Coriolanus shrugged. “Yes, I know.”

“Then why the fuck did you bring it up?”

“If you have the right to get on my nerves, I should be able to do the same to you.”

She scoffed. “You’re such a child.”

“That’s rich coming from someone who’s jealous of an unknown girl right now.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” 

“Admit it; you wish you were the girl I was with in that alleyway.”

Bellova would have killed him right then and there if she wouldn’t have gotten expelled for it.

Instead, she pushed past him, storming towards the classroom door. “You’re full of shit, Coriolanus Snow.”

He laughed condescendingly, further infuriating her.

“Who’s the bad liar now?”

She whirled around to face him, her eyes flashing dangerously. “Fuck you!” she screamed, throwing open the door and slamming it behind her.

Bellova felt her temper begin to bubble over. She knew she had to get to somewhere private, or she’d end up taking her aggression out on some innocent passerby. Rushing to the nearest restroom, she locked herself in a stall and leaned against the wall, panting heavily. 

She couldn’t understand why she was so angry. Sure, it was normal for her to be agitated when Coriolanus got on her nerves. But she usually didn’t lose her composure like that.

Perhaps it was him bringing up Felix, despite knowing the real story. He had been present when she denied his offer to bring her back to the presidential mansion. But many people firmly believed she and Felix had a one-night stand, earning her the reputation a “gold-digger”, despite her family’s already abundant wealth. 

Or perhaps it was his suggestion that she was jealous of that random girl. Anyone else would be too afraid to imply such a thing, but not Coriolanus Snow. He was a cocky bastard who thought far too highly of himself.

Or, worst of all, he could be right.

Maybe she did want to be that girl.

But it was in the past now, it couldn’t be undone. 

Of course, that didn’t mean she couldn’t find out who she was, and make her pay. 

After all, sexual intercourse on Academy grounds was punishable by permanent expulsion. If the dean somehow found out about her (and only her) escapades during the Festival…

it would simply mean that she got what was coming to her.

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[snowsinterlude]

summary: "what about incel corio pissing off reader and she ends up pegging him?" (ask)

c.w: pegging, humiliation, degrading, dom f. reader, sub incel coryo, anal (pegging, duhh), dirty talk.

your whiny bitch of a boyfriend always had something to say on the tip of his tongue. he always had degrading words to say and filthy lies to tell his friends about your relationship. it was just expected that he would do it again even if you warned him.

"and you and y/n, snow? how has it been?" festus asked, voice filled with mockery. "does she bitch a lot?"

your boyfriend, of course, not knowing you were eavesdropping on them, instead of trying to say that you both were very happy or any shit like that, decided to go through the wrong path.

"she stopped it after i told her i'd leave if she kept doing it." he said, laughing with all the other boys.

blinded through rage, you slyly came behind him, hand envolving his shoulder as you smiled softly, hiding the murderous intent on your eyes.

"my love." you began, seeing the mild jumpscare he just had. "i was searching for you everywhere. can we go home? i don't feel really good." you said, not turning to look at the group of boys circling around him.

"...of course, babe." he said, bowing his head to the boys as he left.

when you both arrived home, you had him on his knees in a matter of minutes, his suit wasn't even off as you pulled him by the hair, seeing his face contort in displeasure by the tight grip you gave him.

"so, i stopped being a bitch after you told me you'd leave?" you asked, eyes boring into his. he kept on silent. "if you know it is a lie then why would you go on with it?"

"i...i'm sorry, love." he pleaded, biting his cheek.

"ah, now i am 'love'?" you chuckled. "and to think i had planned a surprise for you." you said, shaking your head negatively as you let go of his hair. his eyes shone in hope.

"what... was it?" he asked, making you smirk.

now, you were pounding into him, his cries echoing through your eardrums as you grabbed his ass, chuckling.

"god, puppy! who would know you have such a pretty ass?" you said, slapping him and earning a loud moan out of his lips as he fucked back on you, you frowned at the view, smiling. "look at you, so hungry for your girlfriend's dick, isn't that right?"

"mhm!" he muttered pathetically, his head shoved on the pillow to muffle his moans. another slap, loud and stinging as you held his hips and fucked him.

"use your words, coriolanus." he shivered as you kissed his shoulder, grabbing his hair and tugging it behind only to see the mess he was. blushed face, drooling mouth, breathy soft moans and grunts. he was terribly pretty. "god, look at you. such a pretty dumb boy, can't believe this whore bouncing on my cock is the same boy who called me a bitch."

"y-yes, ma'am. yes- fuck!" he answered between moans, his balls tightening as he came on the sheets. "i-i love you, y/n. i'm sorry!" he said, dumbly.

🪭.

"so, coryo." his friend begun, drinking a bit of the posca in his cup. "how's you and your girlfriend doing?"

coriolanus smiled, preventing a shy chuckle to leave his lips as he reminded of you fucking him with a strap on.

"great." he said, looking like a college highschool girl as he answered. "i've never felt better in my life than i do with her."

[cloudywriting05]

DON’T YOU WANT ME, BABY? – coriolanus snow

WARNING: mentions of non-consensual sex acts, stalking, creepy coriolanus. excuse any grammar errors, i’ll fix them… when i feel like it 🤎🤎

“Why is he staring at you?” Arachne said, glaring at the blonde boy who sat alone at the behind you.

“Who? Snow?” you asked, cocking your eyebrows up.

“Who else, duh?”

You released a deep sigh before turning your torso, immediately locking eyes with the boy, a smile instantly spreading across his face. You timidly waved at him, reluctantly returning a smile. Arachne chuckled lowly at the awkward exchange between the two of you. Why did he like you? You didn’t know, nor did you care. You didn’t mind, what you did mind was the jokes amongst the girls. They would playfully tease you about him every single day. You can’t remember when he started liking you, but he made it abundantly clear, counteracting his timid demeanour and reluctance towards conversation with almost all of his peers, including you. His only friend he truly spoke to seemed to be Sejanus Plinth, another boy in your grade. A part of you sympathised with Snow, you couldn’t deny it, you related to him. His shyness reminded you of yours, his silence and his coldness. You related to the moments you watched him scatter for words to say when one of the girls spoke to him, you found it comforting.

“Hey, when are you and Snow gonna fuck? Or are you still crushing on Sejanus?” Arachne teased, you groaned in response, burying your face in your palms.

“That’s not okay, never say that again!” you cried, your words muffled by your hands, Arachne laughed in satisfaction.

Lost in your conversation with your friend, you hadn’t noticed the blonde boy. His smile had faded. He glared at you aimlessly, he was not aware of your supposed crush on Sejanus. He sat there silently, his eyes glued to the back of your head, his lunch now cold. Anger brewed within him, he restrained himself, he fought every urge to violently slam Arachne’s head into the table for even suggesting something as foul as that, every urge to grab a chunk of her hair and yank her backwards, stabbing into her throat with the fork she was eating with, multiple times– every single urge. He was going to make sure you knew you were his, no matter how or when. How could you not know? He did everything for you, you were his girl. He bought you flowers, bought you chocolate, cut Festus’s breaks for slapping your ass at his party last year, Coriolanus made sure you would never have to deal with him again. All for you. Everything is for you. He didn’t wanna hurt anyone else for you but if it came to that, he would, yes, he would. Look at you, look at how clueless you were. So fragile, he wondered if he could take you then and there, on that table. What would you do? Nothing, there’s nothing you could do.

The cold engulfed you, your legs shivering as you laid under the blanket. You left a crack of the patio door to let in air in a desperate attempt to fix the temperature in your room. You laid there, head buried into the pillow, meanwhile he stood in front of your house peering up into your window, calculating how he would get it. He found a way. Climbing up the water pipe and onto your patio. His eyes fell upon your small frame, sprawled across your bed, completely unaware of his presence. He stalked towards you; the air shifted as he entered your room. The smell of burnt incense and fresh clothes lingered– smelt different from the last time, the boy mentally noted. He inched towards your body, you softly snored, he loomed over you in complete awe. His eyes hungrily scanned your body, he felt his pants getting tight at the sight of you. You were so beautiful to him; he could tear up. His hand glided over his clothed cock, palming at himself as he stared down at you.

His body jolted as you suddenly turned over, he stopped himself from backing away, remaining completely still as you drifted back off into deep slumber. He sighed in relief, even more thankful as your pyjama was slightly unbuttoned. He thought to himself, just a little more, reaching down slowly towards your chest. He lightly pulled the side of your shirt to the left, exposing your left breast. He let out a low growl, pushing against himself even harder. Slowly, he used his hands to release his cock, his head feeling light has he soaked in his reality. He stood over you, touching himself. He wondered if he should get ballsy and do something to you, he couldn’t- that would make him a creep, he wasn’t a creep.

He felt himself get closer; his eyes shut. He choked back his moan, and he picked his pace up, his eyes flickered for a second and he froze. He could’ve sworn, put it on his heart and everything he loved and cared about that he saw you looking right back at him. He didn’t want to believe it, he relaxed his face and let his eyes open.

Laying there, wide eyed you stared at him. Bewildered at the sight in front of you, he stared at you in horror, you glanced down at his dick and back at his eyes again.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

[coryosmin]

academy!coryo fingering the innocent nerdy girl at a party after a game of truth or dare!!

nsfw | mdni | fingering (f), semi-public, etc.

if the you from yesterday knew you were going to be pressed up against the wall in an alleyway late one night with coriolanus snow’s fingers inside your pussy, the you from yesterday would’ve laughed in disbelief. but now, here you are, press up against the wall in an alleyway with coriolanus snow’s fingers buried inside of you.

it all began with a game of truth or dare. clemensia, your absolute best of friend, had dragged you to a party for once and entangled you into a group of truth or dare. and coriolanus had been dared by festus to make out with you. well, one thing led to another and quickly got much more heated than it was supposed to. and so, you both left the party early so that coriolanus and you could be alone. and now, here you were.

you moaned as coryo’s digits moved in and out of your cunt at a quick pace as you gripped his shoulder for support. his other arm was wrapped around your waist, holding you up as his forehead was pressed against yours. “god, you’re so fucking hot,” he exclaimed breathlessly. “i’ve been wanting to do this for ages. you with those glasses and messy hair as you move around in that uniform at school,” he whispered, pressing his cock against your thigh.

“fuck,” you moaned, closing your eyes in pleasure. the alleyway was echoing the sounds of your wet cunt as coriolanus fingered you. it felt heavenly as he hit that sweet spot inside of you with each thrust of his fingers.

you never knew that coriolanus had felt some sort of way about you. nor did you ever think about him really. he was nothing more than your classmate until tonight. but boy were you glad that tonight that changed. because you had never experienced someone else’s fingers inside of you except your own. and coriolanus’s fingers felt oh-so-good.

“feels so good,” you moaned, opening your eyes to look directly into coriolanus’s blue orbs.

“i know,” he exclaimed, giving you a particularly harsh thrust of his fingers, causing you to yelp in pleasure. “i can’t wait to bury my cock inside your cunt, oh my good,” he exclaimed as your cunt squelched against your fingers.

the both of you were lucky that you were in a part of the capitol where no one would ever catch the two of you. it was quiet, rarely any foot traffic. so the noises didn’t matter too much.

you felt that familiar burn as your orgasm approached. “oh fuck,” you moaned. “i’m so close.”

coriolanus took that as a sign to go harder and faster, causing your toes to curl and thighs to shake as you began cumming around his fingers. “good girl,” he exclaimed, watching you as you came. “fuck, you’re so hot,” he practically moaned as he fingered you through your orgasm.

and when you were done, coriolanus pulled his fingers out of your cunt, immediately reaching for the belt of his pants as he pulled out his cock. “i want to fuck you so badly,” he said, gripping himself and pumping his cock fast. “but tonight is not the night,” he said as he threw his head back, finally giving himself the relief as the juices from your cunt coated his cock.

and you watched, breathing heavily as coryo jerked himself off in front of you. his cock was huge and though you were too sensitive for anything else, your hole couldn’t help but clench as you thought about being filled by coryo’s large cock.

it didn’t take long for coryo to cum. his cum landing on your stomach. let’s just say that most definitely began a fuck buddies situationship with coriolanus snow.