#sejanus fanfiction

[spideyhexx]

omg yes sleepy sex w sej!! but imagine coryo is also sleeping there nd sej covers your mouth with his big warm hand cuz youre both trying not to wake him up ;(

thinking about this in the sej/coryo/reader universe kk

mdni; tw noncon, fem!reader.

When you're all sleeping in a bed together, you between them, Sejanus spooning you as you face Coryo who's moved away in his sleep, laying on his back. You're half asleep, pushing back against Sej and he starts to groan as he wakes up and you shush him, reaching your hand behind you to palm his dick over his boxers. Your hand is slow, relishing in how he gets harder from your touch, his breaths heavy on your neck, but it all feels too fast when you pull your hand away and reach over to touch Coryo.

Sej grabs your wrist before you can and his lips are at your ear, "Let him sleep. He needed it," he whispers, his hand letting go of your wrist to the waistband of your pajama pants. You keep your eyes trained on Coryo's blissed-out state of sleep, his breathing is slow, and there is no tension anywhere in his body, which is a hard sight to come by with him.

Sej fiddles with the waistband, pressing a kiss to your shoulder before he starts to tug the pants down. He lets you take care of the rest, your pace slow and careful as you push the pants past your ankles. You hear Sejanus rustle behind you as he pushes his boxers down and you can't help but gasp when you feel his warm hand rubbing over your ass, his hips pressing his hard cock against it.

He takes his time, rubbing up on your ass as his hand slips into your underwear, rubbing your clit with his pointer and ring finger. He's moving too slow for your liking, but you know he's tired, so you just rest your hand on his wrist, rubbing your fingers against the pulse point there, letting out little sighs to let Sejanus know you're feeling good.

Once your grip tightens on his wrist, Sejanus lets up, pushing your underwear down and guiding his cock to you, only pushing the tip in. He smiles against your neck when you sigh in frustration, "You're gonna be a good girl, right? Can't wake, Coryo."

The two of you both look at Coryo, still sleeping peacefully, his breath the same. He's not even touching you, having moved closer to the edge of the bed. "You need to be quiet, okay?" Sejanus' voice is below a whisper, so quiet but right against your ear.

"So do you," you tease him, smiling to yourself when Sej bites your earlobe in jest. With that, he pushes his cock into you, nosing at your neck and kissing it until he bottoms out.

It's not long in his thrusts that it becomes difficult to keep your sounds at bay. Sej fills you up too well, fucks you too well, even when he's tired. And he knows this, he knows you can't bite on your lip forever, so he grips your hip tighter, his other hand wrapping around and covering your mouth.

Your gaze focuses and unfocuses on Coryo sleeping as Sej ruts into you from behind, his body slowly taking over yours. He's close to pushing you to lay on your stomach but he wants you to watch Coryo, to be able to see his calm look, unaware of what his lovers are doing right next to him.

"what do you think he'd say if he woke up right now?" Sejanus whispers to you, his hand still covering your mouth, but you do your best to not even let a moan slip. Sejanus doesn't help as he keeps talking, "bet he'd call you a little slut. Taking my cock like this in the middle of the night? Fuck, what if I told him you woke me up for this and not him? He'd fuckin' ruin you, honey," Sejanus says as he bites back a groan, grinding into you more than thrusting since it's making less noise. You whine against his hand and he tsks.

"None of that." Sejanus keeps his lips pressed to your ear, his hips faltering their rhythm as he gets closer. "I'm gonna tell him tomorrow. Gonna ruin his day and then he's gonna take it all out on you, baby."

You snake your hand down to rub at your clit, your breath ragged as you try to keep your noises in. You're close to asking Sejanus to let you bite down on his fingers.

"You'd like that though. I know you would, baby. Fuck, I know you would," he repeats, pressing his own face against the back of your neck as he spills into you. Sejanus pushes his cock as deep as he can as he comes, your fingers rubbing faster on your clit until your own orgasm follows. Sejanus holds his hand to your mouth tighter as you moan. His hand muffles it, but your eyes stay on Coryo, preparing yourself for him to wake at any moment.

But he doesn't. He stays asleep. Even as Sejanus pulls out and leaves the bed to get a towel to clean you, or when he tugs your pajama pants back on. All Coryo does is turn in his sleep, facing you and Sejanus gets settled back in bed, kissing your shoulder and holding you close.

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

[alwritey-aphrodite]

If you need inspo for some Sejanus stuff would you perchance consider a Sejanus x Fem!reader where they’re play fighting and just goofing around and then reader calls Sejanus pretty and he gets and shy and flustered so she continues to compliment him? <3

Flustered Sejanus is adorable and I love how you write himm :)

I love love love flustered Sejanus

Sejanus often finds himself wondering how something as perfect as you, as soft and lovely as you, could be born and bred in the horror show of the Capital. Where your peers are ruthless, you’re kind, where they scowl, you smile, even if you need to fight to keep it on your face. Many people take you for granted, but Sejanus knows how difficult it is to remain the way you are when everyone and everything is trying to get you to change.

But now, nothing matters but the two of you, spread out on your picnic blanket as the sun begins its slow descent. Your food has been long forgotten, the two of you much too distracted by staring at the other.

“You’re so pretty, did you know that?” You all but sigh out, hand coming to rest on Sejanus’s cheek as heat starts to rise in his face. No matter how much time the two of you spend together, no matter how many times you kiss him, Sejanus always ends up a blushing mess when he’s with you. He knows you’d never lie to him, but he also can’t find it in himself to believe you.

He all but laughs in your face, a self deprecating noise that makes you want to kiss him, just so he’ll stop.

“I’m serious!” You’re smiling at him now, grateful that his laughter has quieted down, his big brown eyes turned to you in wonder, “you are the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.” To punctuate your statement, you lean forward to place a kiss on the tip of his nose, even as that slightly pink shade deepens to crimson.

“How’d I get so lucky?” He all but whispers, wanting to keep something so sacred just between the two of you, even though no one’s around.

“I was just thinking the same thing,” you tell him, and he laughs again, but this time it’s a beautiful, happy noise that you want to bottle up and listen to whenever you’re feeling sad.

“Do you know how crazy it feels to have the most beautiful person in all of Panem say that they think you’re pretty?” He asks as a gentle hand comes to move the hair away from your eyes, hair that had been perfectly done when you left your house but now is in complete disarray, even though you can’t find it in you to care all that much.

“Happens to me every day,” you’re smiling again and Sejanus can’t help but laugh, full of joy at your ridiculous antics and so full of love he can’t possibly begin to contain it. He can’t find it in himself to argue with you any more, knowing you’ll only dig your feet in and double down, and now all he wants to do is kiss you.

Luckily, you seem to be on the same page, and you lean forward as he does the same, and hours of practice have made it a smooth dance, the tilting of your head this way and that, the gentle grip he has on the side of your face, the tugging and pulling of your own hands when you can’t seem to get enough. Eventually, though, you need to breathe, pulling back just enough to rest your foreheads together as the sunset paints you in shades of golden yellows and pinks.

[francixoxoxo]

Sugar, Spice *.𐦖

𝐒𝐞𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐏𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐡 𝐗 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Sejanus and you cook for the first time in your new kitchen, trying to cozy up your newly-leased home in the Capitol.

Kind of crappy but here y’all go 😭

Anywhere with Sejanus could be home, you comforted yourself with as you casted a wanton glance to the world outside your window.

It was true, in most senses. You’d follow your lover to the ends of this Earth if he’d request. He’d done so much for you, Sejanus, how could you not be devoted to him? How could you fend off the golden warmth spreading from his fingertips to the innermost of your being?

He was the first of everything for you. You’d never been so eager to be in competition, a constant and youthfully exciting tit-for-tat. A peacekeeper offering you a walk home, rewarded with a shy peck to his bronze cheek— that you would’ve never given on a normal day, but a handsome man with a gentle demeanor seemed to be the exception. A hesitant, schoolgirl-crush dropping flowers at your stoop during his earliest patrols of the day, requited with a lake-day invitation. A gentle lover putting a ring of silver on your finger, in return, your companionship; now, and forever.

Never was this love debt on your shoulder. Never had it need repaying, but you wanted to, with every digit on your fingers and every string in your heart. It was such a strange, new feeling, love. To be so completely appreciated, so wholly known.

Sejanus knew you better than anyone in this world. But a fool could foresee your hesitance to move from the woods of District 12 to the Capitol. With a sigh, you remind yourself once again, you’d follow him to the ends of the Earth. You’d follow him to the devil’s parlor room, if only to be at his side.

Speaking of him, your Fiancé places the needle on a record, the first notes filling the kitchen with warmth. Grocery bags sit atop the granite countertop like a flock of geese, maybe the same amount of food you’ve had in your entire life, you think with a pang. Sejanus rifles through the plastic, searching for the eggplant you’d sent him on the mission to cut. You yourself hold a knife that fits into your palm nothing like your well-worn one from 12, slicing rectangle panelle out of a large sheet of rolled-out dough.

“So, tomorrow we need to go out and get a couch.” Sejanus hums, his hands brushing your hips as he moves behind and past you. It’s been a bit hectic since you’d officially moved in. A few boxes of new things lied around, their assembly put off until tomorrow. But most furniture still needed buying.

Tonight was for housewarming the apartment, in a way. Cozying the space, getting a few memories in its walls. It wasn’t hard, with Sejanus. Even the night you arrived was filled with intimate loving, the warmth of his arms as he promised you a good life here. Told you he’d do everything and anything to make you happy, to turn the four walls into a place you could spend a lifetime in. When you told him putting your new kitchen to some use might make the penthouse more homely, he was enthusiastic.

“A dining table, too.” You murmur, your eyes lifting from the sweet potatoes to peer at him. It was much hotter in the Capitol; where District 12 was experiencing the transition from summer to a cool October, the city was still blazing. Sejanus had discarded his shirt, his freckled shoulders bare and exposing the smattering of dark hair on his chest. You tied up your hair, donning a light night dress to try and keep cool.

Sejanus kept a firm hand on the left side of the eggplant, cutting the other end into thin and expert slices. A smile is on his face and in his voice as he asks, “Where we eating tonight, if we don’t have a table?”

“Maybe we’ll unbox the stools for the island?” You offer, grimacing. Sejanus shrugs, moving behind you again (with another passing touch to your lower back) to turn on the pot of oil on the stove.

“Gotta put it together first.” He reminds. You groan at that.

The penthouse around you is barren. New furniture and appliances lie in boxes around, your bedroom lacking of much besides a bed frame, mattress, and sheets. Earlier today, Sejanus had taken you shopping for the apartment, pointing out appliances you hadn’t even known existed. A microwave and a blender, sitting on the counter, being among them. He hadn’t laughed at your ignorance, just nodded and let you pick which one fit your vision for the new home. He couldn’t possibly know how grateful you were for that.

“How’re you liking it?” Sejanus hums, tearing open a package of chicken. He’d already finished the sauce to fill the spiedini earlier, and the cheese was in paper wrapping beside the cutting board. Sejanus insisted he make it for you, he promised you’d love it.

“Liking what?” Your lips press into a thin line as you carefully scoop the eggplant from the oil, replacing the vegetable with the sliced panelle.

“The penthouse.” Sejanus shrugs. He sighs a moment, looking over the massive sea of grocery bags. “Baby, can you grab me the— yeah, thanks.” He presses a grateful kiss to your cheek as you grab him the container of breadcrumbs, pouring some out to bread the chicken. “The Capitol in general.”

You don’t have much of a response. Well, you know just what to say. But it’s nothing you can articulate to Sejanus; not when so much depended on your acclimation to the Capitol. You nod your head a bit before remembering he couldn’t see you from where you watched the browning panelle.

When you glance up to him, expecting to see the broad expanse of his bronze shoulders and his dark curls, you’re instead met with those doe brown eyes. The deep, alluring brown of his irises full of a perfectly describable and unbidden concern.

“It’ll shape up eventually, baby.” Sejanus promises, his brows drawing as he looks over his shoulder at you. He carefully rolls up the chicken, sauce and cheese, your silence telling him everything he needed to know. “Look, maybe we can go out and get some paintings or something tomorrow, too. Cozy the place up.”

“That’d be nice,” you breathe, eyes lifting to his. The light shot diamonds from your irises, speaking words at a pitch only Sejanus could ever understand.

You felt like such a fish out of water. You didn’t find belonging in fancy penthouses, cooking on countertops of granite and peering out of windows from the forty-something-th floor. Sejanus knew it. Your bitterness to high living rolled off you in vermillion waves, a byproduct of living in an impoverished District. He can feel it now, in the quiet way your eyes dart around the barren penthouse, knowing that this was not home. Wondering if it ever would be. Looking at Sejanus and hoping his presence alone would let it be so. He simply couldn’t have that running around your head.

“Hey,” Sejanus murmurs, wiping his hands on a towel and moving to drop a kiss to your forehead. His hands come to bracket your shoulders, his large palms rubbing up and down your skin. The record croons on, a melody from heart and rumbling soul.

He hesitates to speak, finding the words with effort. “If.. If you don’t want this..”

“I do.” You blurt, your hands flying to his chest. It’s not a lie. You want more than anything to be with Sejanus, to have a life with him; out of everybody you’d met in this life, Sejanus was the only soul to brush yours, featherlight and gentle as the breeze.

“I want to live with you, even in the Capitol. I promise I could get used to it.” The words are firmly passionate falling from your lips. Sejanus doesn’t seem convinced, his lips pressing into a line. His hand comes to rest atop yours, his pointer finger rubbing along the cool band of your engagement ring.

“You’d tell me if you don’t?” Sejanus breathes. His brows knit together, his eyes full of a heavy kind of worry that you want to stamp out as soon as it appears. You nod, your other hand roaming over the plane of his back, over the subtle definition of his relaxed yet strong muscles.

An almost relieved huff escaped his nostrils. “It’s just gonna take some getting used to.” You murmur, reaching for the ladle and lifting a cooked panella from the oil, placing it over the paper-towel covered plate. Sejanus watches you pull out the golden-brown squares, letting you get the handful out before turning your chin to face him. His eyes dart over your features.

“I mean, it’s a nice kitchen.” Sejanus shrugs, speaking suddenly soft as linen. His hands drop to hold your waist, hands gently rubbing over your thin dress affectionately. Oh, there he went again, showing you just how golden of a heart he had.

A smile creeps across his face only to match yours. “Absolutely. I could see us here.” You coo, wrapping your arms around his neck. Sejanus turns you both ‘round, falling into a bit of a dance to the record as it played on. His grin only broadened.

“Could see our babies here.” Sejanus adds, appreciating the way your fingers find their way into his curls. His eyes, dark and warm and impossibly affectionate, search your own as if he’s hoping you share the sentiment.

“Mm.. I always pictured I’d have my babies in a cozy little cottage.” You admit softly, your mind wandering completely away from the dinner you’d been preparing together. Sejanus hums thoughtfully.

“Maybe we still could.”

“You think?”

Sejanus shrugs, humming in a joking here nor there way. “I’ll figure it out for you,” a grin spreads across his cheeks again as he chuckles. You simply shake your head in disbelief.

Whatever divine power had given Sejanus to you, you were forever indebted to her. It didn’t seem there was a man who could match him, his strength and his gentleness, his integrity. A heart of gold, your Sejanus had. Your fingers curl into his dark locks, iliciting a smile with the warmth of the sun onto his features. “I think we’d be all right anywhere.” You find yourself mumbling, your nose bumping his lightly.

Sejanus can only nod, spinning you ‘round again to the sudden lilt of a trombone on the record. “Mm. You and me, anywhere.”

[m4tthewmurd0ck]

Tom Blyth x Actress!Reader

no y/n and i try to avoid descriptors but do use she/her. you star in house of the dragon and your character is aemond targaryen’s girlfriend (let me live ok i know we could change him! he told me!!) aaaand also tbosas as sejanus girlfriend (get it bc rachel and josh and now you and tom). your character in tbosas is nova may winter.

your social media ~

just a fun little social media series, will do this in between editing my coriolanus snow x reader series. first part below the cut, sometime early 2023.

liked by enews and others…

tmz_tv trouble in paradise? rachelzegler and tomblyth spotted looking a little cozy last night! wonder how yourname and joshandresrivera feel!!!

yourname heartbroken!

��� joshandresrivera shocked!

↳ yourname betrayed!

↳ joshandresrivera bamboozled!

↳ yourname flabbergasted!

↳ joshandresrivera devastated!

↳ yourname yeah that we weren’t invited hadbdjsndj

↳ tomblyth i hate you both 😭

↳ rachelzegler you guys literally had reshoots for tbosas though????

↳ tomblyth and we offered to reschedule for when all 4 of us could go?

↳ yourname fuck we’ve been exposed

↳ joshandresrivera gotta blast!!!

username wait are they really dating?!

↳ username no. rachelzegler is dating joshandresrivera and tomblyth is dating yourname.

↳ username waaaait i just read tbosas. obviously coryo and lucy gray, but also yourname character is dating joshandresrivera character 😂 so everyone had to kiss each others significant other 😂😂😭

↳ username oh to be yourname and rachelzegler

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liked by taylorswift and others…

yourname here to serve your #snowbaird needs! first 3 📸 are the love of my life and tomblyth is in the shots too.

rachelzegler hahaha i love you

↳ yourname marry me when???

tchalamet where was the post for paul and luna when dune came out? #fakefriend #betrayed

↳ yourname timothée??? i literally made a whole youtube video talking about my experience with dune? and i sung your praises for like 10 minutes???

↳ tchalamet not the full first name 😳

joshandresrivera and what about the ship for our characters 🤬

↳ yourname istg you’ll get an entire post dedicated to u once the film is actually out.

↳ joshandresrivera carry on 🤭

ewanmitchell aemond and juliette didn’t get a post either 🤨

↳ yourname aemond killed my baby lucerys, he doesn’t get shit 😞

↳ ewanmitchell you did a whole post when osferth died????

↳ yourname my sweet baby osferth did not deserve to die either 😔

username damn yourname your onscreen boyfriends are low key needy af 🫣

↳ yourname i know right 😩

tmz_tv 👀

↳ yourname this was a joke. i’m laughing at you, not with you.

yourname has blocked tmz_tv

tomblyth caption got me like 😧… and what’s the last photo my love?

↳ yourname my lockscreen is what it is.

↳ username “my love”

↳ username she said my lockscreen hahdudsbdifesz one of us one of us

hunterschafer you’re my spirit animal

↳ yourname hunter is the ACTUAL loml you guys

↳ tomblyth “heart been broke so many times” - rod wave 😧

username i read the book. coriolanus has to choke nova may. tomblyth did u develop a choking kink 🤭😏😏😏

↳ yourname hahahaha username i love you so much for this

↳ username someone spoil it for me why does he choke her

↳ username nova may figures out that coriolanus is the one who betrayed sejanus right when he’s executed and she goes to confront him later. this is when he and lucy gray first get to the cabin. she has a gun but he manages to throw it to the other side of the room. and at least in the book he slams her against a wall and tries to kill her by choking her.

↳ username istg they better put this scene in the movie.

↳ username but does he kill her?

↳ yourname watch and seeeee!

↳ rachelzegler so proud of my girl yourname! we can’t talk about it too much because #spoilers but you guys she’s incredible and it was so cool to watch her and tomblyth film that scene

username i bet tomblyth felt so bad having to be mean to yourname

↳ yourname all jokes aside, tomblyth aka the actual number 1 love of my life, he did feel so bad 😭 i love seeing him turn into coriolanus because it’s obviously so different from who he actually is as a person. but after each take he’d immediately ask if i was okay 🥺🥹

↳ username god i’m so single

if you’d like to be tagged in future tom blyth x actress!reader let me know!

[demonkitty-toebeanz]

"I actually met the original artist and she wrote a song about me😌💅🏾y'all are fake fans!!!"- Coriolanus snow probably

[thequeenofuselessinformation]

You just know that Grandma'am sauce landed on top

[cloudywriting05]

one of your girls. — coriolanus snow.

we dont gotta be in love, no. i don’t gotta be the one, no. i just wanna be one of your girls tonight.

part two published, read here.

cw: dom!coryo, p in v, Bondage, vulgar language, pain during sex, daddy kink, slight sadism(?), 18+, slight non-con, etc

words: 3048 [good, GOD], MAY be grammar errors.

tags: @euphemiaamillais my lovely lady.

“Hey, Snow.” 

The blonde boy snapped his head at you, a stern look plastered to his face. You watched his eyes travel up and down your figure, his expression softened as a small smile crept on his face. He turned his body to face you and sighed.

You and Coriolanus’s relationship was unique, to say the least. You’ve known each other your entire life but dedicated your every day to one-upping each other. Your decade-long academic rivalry with him was something you found deeply annoying, and you knew if he wasn’t as attractive as he was, you would’ve killed him by now. Coriolanus found the rivalry thrilling. Watching you stress and work out to get the best grade was entertaining for him. On the days he was lucky, you would be in the library at the same time as him, searching for textbooks to grab before the other could. The number of times he caught himself peering down at your small figure, bent over, frantically digging through piles of chemistry books was criminal. 

The new school year had just begun, and you were instantly bombarded with strange rumours. Rumours about Coriolanus, more specifically, his dick. He’d allegedly slept with half of the grade’s female population, including your own friends. You rebuffed them initially, that was until you overheard the said ‘girls’ discussing it, confirming it all. You were annoyed, absolutely livid at the thought of Coriolanus sleeping with them. Why did he leave you out? Was this something else he was showing you that you could never get? Whatever he was doing was working. Fucking your entire friend group but purposely dodging you was a smart move on his behalf. But you were never a loser, never second place.

So here it brought you. Standing in front of your arch nemesis with your arms crossed. 

“Could I help you, gorgeous?” he purred, raising an eyebrow. 

“You’re a slut, Snow. Fucking all my friends is pretty corny, don’t you think?” you remarked, running a finger down the locker beside him. 

He looked at you, guilt written across his face. “I’m not a slut, little girl. And who told you that?” 

“Everyone. Everyone is talking about you and your dick, Coriolanus.”

“I got busy over the holidays. Who knew Academy girls could be so desperate for my dick?” he sneered, smiling to himself. 

“So why did you do it?” 

“Do what?” he asked, puzzled.

“Fuck everyone but me? Were you trying to tick me off? If so, it worked, Snow.”

He let out a laugh, completely bewildered. “Are you high? What are you trying to get at?”

“Did I stutter? You fucked every girl in my friend group but me, even though I should’ve been the first. Now, because you decided to fucking skip me, I have to hear about how freaky you are, or how big your dick is all day!” you blurted, your frustration getting by the absolute best of you as his nonchalant demeanor sent you over the edge. 

“So, let me get this straight; you’re angry at me because I didn’t fuck you?” he questioned, eyes wide, trying to comprehend what was coming out of your mouth.

You stuttered for a second. “Yes, yes I am.”

“We played sandbox together and here you are now, in this empty hallway, begging me to fuck you,” he said as he fixed his uniform.

“Oh, so you don’t wanna fuck me?” you purred, your arms crossed, looking up at him. 

“Just to piss you off, no I don’t. Doesn’t matter how hot I think you are, or how long I’ve wanted to for this to happen. I like seeing you mad.” he smiled, knowing he had ticked you off. “I’ll see you in bio, little girl.”

He spoke as he walked away. Your eyes twitched in anger; Snow could not win. Not today. 

“Fine, I’ll just ask Plinth!” your words stopped him right in his tracks.

He turned and stalked towards you, stopping only a few inches in front of you. He glared down into your eyes. “If you fuck Sejanus, I’ll kill you both and make it look like an accident.” 

You scoffed. “Would you, actually? I don’t know. All I know is that I want you at my house by eleven thirty. If you’re as good as one of the girls was vouching you were, then prove it. Or I’ll get one of your friends to, just to make it even.”

“You win, I’ll see you there, doll.”

It was eleven-twenty on the dot and there was still no sign of Coriolanus. You’d pondered about the interaction from today for hours, worried you came off too demanding. You thought to yourself for a while that he was going you stand you up and purposely not come, that would’ve sent you over the edge. You sat on your bed, every negative thought running through your head. Your thoughts were abruptly interrupted by the sound of frantic knocking. 

You rushed downstairs and stood in front of the door. “Who is it?”

“Is that a joke?” Coriolanus spoke from the other side of the door. “Let me in, sweetheart. I’m freezing.” 

You flung the door open, Coriolanus stood there, a smile plastered to his face. He sported a worn-out shirt that was fitted, hugging his chest. He paired it with pajama pants with a red pattern and slides that looked like they should’ve never left his house. He walked right past you into your home. “You look like you’re about to go to sleep, couldn’t dress sexier?” 

“I mean it’s gonna come right off, isn’t it?”

“Whatever, my room is upstairs and the first to your right.” 

“Perfect.” 

You watched the boy jog up the stairs and disappear behind the wall, following him shortly after. 

You entered the room to him sitting on the bed, using his arms to sit up behind him. You closed the door behind you without breaking eye contact. You could physically feel the tension in the room, his entire demeanor shifting from minutes ago. You felt almost chilled. 

He lifted himself from the edge of your bed and walked towards you, stopping himself only when his face was inches from yours. “Did one of the girls ever tell you what I did to them?”

You shook your head. “No, I don’t think.”

“I’ll have to show you, won't I?” he purred, his hand traveling up from your side to your chin.

“Yeah, I guess.” 

His hand landed on your cheek, taking you by surprise. You gasped as his hand returned to your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes. “Stupid girl. You wanted me to treat you like your friends, right? They didn’t talk, so why should you?”

You should’ve walked away; you should’ve told him to get out. The boy who defined your entire academy life just slapped you in the face and degraded you, yet your entire body yearned for his touch. You stared into his eyes, they were glistening, wild with power and lust. His blonde hair dimly lit by the streetlight peering through your window into your dark, cold room. You needed to get even; you needed him to fuck you to get even. You needed him inside of you and in that moment, you didn’t care if it was the last thing you did that night. 

“Tell me what you want me to do to you, now,” he demanded, his grip on your chin tightening as he forced you to look up at him, helpless.

You shook under his touch, completely powerless. “I- I want you to fuck me, Coryo.”

He lowered his head, resting his lips against your ear, sending a cold shiver down your spine and straight to your heat. “Say it louder, so everyone in the Capitol knows how much of a dumb, little slut you are for me. Say it.”

“I want you to fuck me because I’m a slut... for you.” you proclaimed, your voice projected as he breathed against your cheek, his grip on your chin still tight.

“Pathetic, but good enough,” he replied, he released your chin and moved himself away from you slightly. “Get on the bed and strip for me, now.”

You nodded dumbly, crawling onto the bed. You lifted your shirt over your head and tossed it on the ground beside you, removing your pants and underwear right after. You sat there idly, completely bare, whilst a clothed Coriolanus stood in front of you, fucking you with his gaze. His eyes traveled up and down your frame, admiring you.

He raised a hand and began to caress your cheek; you instinctively nuzzled your face into his palm causing him to softly laugh. “The smartest and prettiest girl in the academy, sitting naked waiting for me to fuck her like a good girl.”

He looked down on you, you were naked and nuzzling your face into his palm, inaudibly begging him to fuck you. You were desperate and it turned him on so much. The most stubborn girl he fawned over for years now naked and begging him to fuck her. He could feel his dick trying to break free from his pants just from the sight of you.

He walked away and disappeared into your open closet, leaving you clueless. He walked out with a ribbon in his hand.

“That’s my grandma's, Coryo. That’s the ribbon she gifted me. What do you need it for?” you questioned, puzzled.

“Put your back against your bed frame and stop asking me stupid questions. Sluts with dirty mouths like you, my dear, don’t get to talk.” 

You followed his command and shuffled up until your bare back was against the headboard, waiting patiently for his next command. You were the smartest girl at your academy yet there you were, brainlessly waiting for Snow to tell you what to do. 

He climbed onto the bed and motioned for your hand. “Give me your hands, doll.” 

You timidly raised your hand towards him. He grabbed your wrist and began to firmly tie the piece of ribbon around them, causing you to wince slightly. The thin material pressed against your skin as you looked at him, hopeless. There he had you. Your wrists tied, naked. Your knees spread exposing you. 

He took his time once again, admiring your small, fragile frame. “You look so gorgeous, let daddy see what’s between your legs better, okay?”

You nodded and spread your knees apart more, fully exposing your heat to the boy. He hovered over you, staring down at your pussy, glistening with juices. He used his hands to turn you over on your knees, your hands still restrained, using your elbows for support. 

“How many times did you speak to that bitch this week?” he inquired from behind you.

“Who? Sejanus? … Maybe three or four times, I’m not too sure–”

“Too many times. Way too many fucking times.”

You felt a hard hand land against your cheek, your back curled in pain as you threw your head between your hands. It was followed by another, causing you to cry out in pain. He slapped your ass again, and then once more. Painful groans escaped your lips as you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to ignore the pain.

“Four slaps for four conversations. Turn over and spread your legs a bit more for me, okay?” 

You dumbly followed, still wincing in pain. You turned yourself onto your back and spread your legs as far as you could, quivering and vulnerable. Coriolanus watched, entranced by your naked body. You looked at the boy, gawking at you. His hand grabbed your tied wrists and lifted them above your head. The boy then moved his head between your knees, planting a kiss on your knee, then on your inner thigh. He peered up at you, your pussy throbbing and yearning for his touch.

“Please, I can’t take it. Touch me,” you begged, your voice timid, scared of the boy between your thighs.

“Say please.”

“Please, please?”

“Good girl.” he purred, lowering his head further, you felt his nose graze your pubic bone.

His lips planted a kiss, then moved down to your folds. A moan instantly escaped your lips, your body churning at the feeling of his lips on your moist folds. Your back arched. You felt his lips move against your core, lapping at your folds. He used his tongue to press against your clit, making you cry out and heave. His arm traveled up to your breast, massaging it as his tongue lapped at your pussy. His nose pressing against you. You squirmed as he used his mouth to suck your clit, sending your eyes to the back of your head. The sensations overstimulate you, leaving you hopeless. You didn’t dare bring your arms down, knowing he wouldn’t react well.

He lifted his head from your heat for a second and peered up at you. “You taste so good, let me show you.”

He raised himself and lowered his lips onto yours. Forcing your mouth open with his, his tongue invading your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself. You moaned in his mouth, completely dumbfounded by the boy.

“Now, open your mouth,” he said, gripping onto your chin. 

You dumbly followed, letting him spit into your mouth. You swallowed without hesitation. 

“Good, you did one thing right,” he remarked, unbuttoning his pants, holding eye contact with you from above. 

He swiftly removed his pants, followed by his shirt. His body was leaner than you’d expected, his muscular frame surprising you. He hauled himself off the bed and lowered his brief, freeing his throbbing penis. You let out a small gasp. He motioned for you to come towards him, you crawled, wrists still tied, and sat on the edge of the bed in front of him. His penis right across from your face. He stared down at you.

“Look what you did to me, fix it up. Now,” he demanded.

You nodded your head as you leaned to lick his penis. You use your lips to latch onto his tip, sucking on it as you let your tongue massage it. He groaned from above you, eyes closed. Your head moving slowly to and from, his dick still in your mouth. Your tongue glided back and forth as you pleasured the boy. He threw his head back as you did everything you could to his dick with your mouth alone, you spat on it frantically as you took his cock deeper into your throat. Gagging on his dick and pushing yourself past your limit.

“Go fucking deeper, you dumb fucking slut. Treat it like you would treat some other guys. Whore.” he demanded, his hand latching onto a chunk of your hair. 

He pushed himself further down your throat, tears rolling down your eyes in return. He pumped your throat like it was your pussy, you gagged on his cock uncontrollably. Your wrists were tied in front of you, helpless as he fucked your throat. He pulled your head back with the chunk of hair. You gasped for a breath of air frantically, tears rolling down your eyes. His open palm landed against your cheek again, causing you to gasp in pain.

“When I tell you to go deeper, I mean it, slut. Aren’t you meant to be smart?” he scoffed, looking down at your frail frame. “You spent years trying to get under my fucking skin, now I’m on yours, and you don’t know how to act? Say thank you.”

“Thank you, Daddy, thank you.” you whimpered, sniffling as he shot you a smile.

“There you go, pretty girl. Turn over for me now.” 

You nodded dumbly, turning around on the edge of the bed. You used your elbows for support as you perked your backside up. The boy stared at you hungrily. You felt a slap land on your cheek again, causing you to flinch in pain. 

“You wanna feel me?” 

He watched your head bop and down in response. Within no time he prepped himself at your entrance, slowly pushing into you. You groaned into the mattress, feeling his large cock stretch your pussy. 

“Little Miss Capitol is tight, isn’t she?” he sneered.

He slowly pushed himself in, then out. You groaned as his pace picked up excruciatingly slow, every thrust filling you up. His dick stretched your walls, every bit of your pussy was filled with his cock. He gripped your hip and leaned forward, using his free hand to push your wrists further from you.

His pace quickened. His cock slung in and out of you, moaning as he slapped your ass. You didn’t flinch, distracted by the feeling of his cock. Your moans grew louder as he quickened his pace, hitting a spot within you that hadn’t known of until now. Your body quivered as you felt the boy fuck you with all his strength.

You felt his arm wrap around your throat, pulling you up and restraining your breathing. You gasped, his pace not slowing. You felt his chest against your back as he thrusts into you mercilessly. His free hand slithers to your clit, rubbing it in a circular motion. You felt your muscles wear as he continued to push into you, overstimulated beyond comprehension.

Your stomach tightened as you came, and you shrieked. Your entire body loses its balance, flailing forward on your chest. Coriolanus didn’t stop. He continued to thrust into you, your body limp in front of him. You moaned into the mattress as he fucked you whilst his hand circulated your clit. 

“I came, Coriolanus, I came!”

“I know, shut up.”

He ignored your words. Your body tightened again, this time your juices threatened to squirt out. You fought every bone in your body to not let it out. His finger still rubbing your clit as he pushed into you. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum again. I can’t, it hurts!”

“Yes, you can, you can.” He breathed from behind you.

You cried out, shamefully squirting on your bedsheets. The boy pulled his cock out and frantically massaged it until his semen shot on your back. He heaved from behind you.

“Now, you are just like the rest of the girls. I’ll see you on Monday, doll.”

—

pt2 published…. read here.

[euphemiaamillais]

imagining a modern sej and coryo where they’re you’re roommates but you had just found ur boyfriend cheating on you so your roommates decide to cheer you up by showing you all the pleasures they can give you. and it turns to both of them being inside your pussy at once, rubbing their dicks together while inside of you

mdni | sej and coryo help you feel better

cw: 18+//threesome//double-penetration//fingering//cream pie//oral (f. receiving)//mentions of cheating—this fic is particularly dirty so please read at your discretion!

when you’d found those photos of that girl in lingerie on your boyfriend’s phone, you’d been heartbroken. you’d come home, mascara running down your cheeks, eyes brimming with tears. you’d rushed to your room, too embarrassed to face your roommates, and spent the next half-hour weeping as you scrolled through old photos of the two of you.

there was a knock at the door, and you didn’t respond, but the door creaked open and the heads of both coriolanus and sejanus poked through the door. when they saw how miserable you looked—you’d at least wiped off your mascara—they came straight in, offering looks of sympathy.

‘what’s wrong?’ sej asked, brushing the hair that had fallen in front your face behind your ear.

you broke out into sobs again, and he wrapped an arm around you. he was so warm, and you nestled into him.

‘he was cheating on me,’ you wept, and coryo came and sat down beside you, giving your hand a squeeze.

unlike sej, his touch was cool, but it felt pleasant, both of them touching you like this. it was oddly intimate. sure, you guys had always been close since your first year of uni, but you weren’t the kind to be kissing each other. not yet, at least.

‘i’ll kill him,’ coryo seethed, and you shook your head, gazing at him through bleary eyes.

‘no, that won’t help. i just feel like shit,’ you felt your tears trickle into sejanus’ shirt and shot him an apologetic look; not that he minded.

coryo eyed sej, and moved his hand over your thigh. you furrowed your brow, but you were so overrun with emotions you couldn’t make any logical decisions. his touch made your core tingle a little.

‘i know what can help,’ coryo murmured, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

‘yeah?’ you asked, lips flickering into a small grin.

coryo’s hand travelled further up your thigh, past the apex, and stopped when his fingers brushed against your panties. you were wearing your favourite pair, pink and lacy—they had been for your boyfriend. he raised a brow when he was surprised that you were already wet.

‘jesus, sej, she’s so fucking wet,’ he remarked, and sejanus felt his cock stiffen at the mere mention of your cunt. both of them had dreamed of a day like this.

‘you want this, yeah?’ sejanus asked, ever the sweetheart. you nodded dumbly, already distracted by the pleasant feeling of coryo’s finger stroking your cunt.

‘we’ll make you feel better, hm?’ coryo cooed, slipping a finger inside your cunt.

seeing your expression of delight at the feeling of one finger, he slipped another inside, and pressed his thumb against your clit. you turned to face sej, entranced by his warmth, and pressed your lips flush against his.

it didn’t take long for it to extend into heavy, hot open-mouthed kissing, his hands gripping at the small of your back, yours wrapped around his neck as his lips stifled your moans. coryo’s fingers felt so good, you couldn’t believe you’d wasted your time on that stupid boyfriend of yours when you had two hot roommates.

once you’d come around coryo’s fingers, you could see both the boys were achingly hard. your cunt throbbed, and in the state you were in, your mind was too blurred by your orgasm and the anger you had for your now-ex-boyfriend. you couldn’t decide which one to have first, and gnawed anxiously at your bottom lip.

‘i want both of you,’ you admitted, and the two boys exchanged glances as if they were sparring for which one got to have you first.

‘both?’ sejanus raised his eyebrows in surprise. he was a little jealous, and was anxious he wouldn’t be able to match up to coryo’s prowess—coryo was the more dominant one of the two, and sejanus knew coryo could work his charm on you.

‘you can’t exactly make me choose,’ you pout, your hand ghosting sejanus’ bulge teasingly. he let out a breathy moan, but coryo, ever the envious one, grabbed your chin with his hand and forced him to meet your gaze.

‘maybe we won’t,’ coryo murmured, and you shivered a little, his icy eyes boring into you.

within seconds, coryo had slid your panties off of you, sighing at the sight of your glistening cunt. sejanus couldn’t help himself, and slid his fingers through your wet folds.

‘jesus,’ sej shook his head in disbelief. his cock was straining against his pants; he needed urgent relief.

coryo had removed his own pants, revealing a long, pretty cock with an achingly red tip. you let out a whimper at the sight of it, egged on a little by the feeling of sejanus’ fingers rubbing at your already overstimulated clit.

‘coryo, need you,’ you gasped, feeling your body surge with the beginnings of another orgasm, skin tingling.

coryo didn’t waste his time, and slid into your pussy, causing you to cry out. even though you definitely weren’t a virgin, he was the biggest you’d been with, and you could feel his tip poking against your cervix.

‘fucking hell, she’s so tight sej,’ coryo let out a stifled breath, resting his cock. ‘you need to feel her too.’

your brows raised in alarm, watching as sejanus unbuttoned his own pants, sliding them down, and then his boxers. his cock was beautiful too, girthy and dripping with precum.

‘gonna fill you up,’ coryo grunted, sliding himself in and out of you slowly, stretching out your tight walls. ‘think you can take me and sej, huh?’

you nodded blearily, and held your breath, eyes following sejanus as he struggled to find his way to your cunt. you’d thought he’d go for your other hole, but they took you wanting them both very literally.

you let out a cry, body trembling as you feel sejanus enter you along with coryo. it stung, but you feel so pleasantly full, and from the groans of the boys, it seemed like they were enjoying it too. it feels almost pornographic, having both of them in your cunt at the same time, and you feel yourself clench around them.

‘look at you, what a fuckin’ slut,’ coryo slid his cock against sejanus’ and you flinch, the sensation driving you mad.

‘fuck, coryo, i don’t know how much more i can take,’ sejanus admitted shamefully, his cock pulsing with pleasure.

the feeling of their cocks rubbing against one another, and pressing against your hole, testing the limit of what you can take sends both of them wild. coryo, ever daring, decides to give a thrust, watching as you writhe beneath him, tears forming in the corner of your eyes.

‘too much, huh?’ coryo taunted, a small smile flickering at his lips as he glances down at your cunt.

it’s stretched to the hilt; slick dripping round both their cocks, hole clenching at them. you look like such a slut, tears rolling down your cheeks, sweat beading your forehead; lips stretched into a pretty ‘o’ shape.

sejanus feels too scared of hurting you to move too much, but the sensation of coryo’s cock sliding in and out of you and against his cock makes him clench his fist, his breaths growing heavy as he urges his body to stop himself from coming too early.

‘please,’ you beg, cunt clenching around their cocks.

coryo drags himself out at a teasingly slow pace, and you can see sejanus’ face contorting with self-restraint. he can’t help himself anymore, and as coryo slips himself completely out of your hole, the feeling sends sejanus over the edge.

‘fuck,’ sejanus pants as he spills his load in you.

coryo laughs in disbelief, watching sejanus buck his hips helplessly into your hole; and he takes his own cock and slaps it against your pussy. you whine as it presses against your clit; body tingling with the dual sensations. sejanus’ cum is hot and sticky as he pulls out of you, and coryo groans, desperate to rebury himself inside of you.

‘want you to eat her pussy, sej,’ coryo directs as he slides into you.

you gasp, pussy raw but so achingly wet at the same time. you don’t know how much more you can take. sejanus obliges, crooking his neck so he can press his mouth against your slick folds. his tongue slides over the folds, fingers rubbing his cum and your own slick over your pussy. 

coryo thrusts into you roughly, chasing his own orgasm as sejanus’ cum coats his cock. you felt so good around him, pussy clenching in spite of having been stretched out by the both of them.

you gasp as sejanus’ tongue finds its way to your clit, body going fuzzy with the start of your own release dancing across your skin. the sight of the both of them, coryo bucking himself inside your hole, and sejanus’ pretty mouth suckling at your clit sends you wild.

‘so good,’ coryo muses as he takes you further, hands gripping at your waist as he pounds you.

you feel yourself coming undone, cunt gushing around coryo’s cock. you run your fingers through sejanus’ curls, tugging as he sucks your clit into overstimulation. your mind goes white and fuzzy, and you cry out—it’s so good. you can’t even remember your stupid ex-boyfriend’s name.

‘such a slut for us, huh? bet you regret dating that stupid boyfriend of yours when you’ve got me and sej?’ coryo grunts as he ruts into you.

you nod, completely fucked out on his cock. sejanus’ mouth has moved to take one of your sensitive nipples in his mouth, and you mewl as you feel his tongue lap at the buds.

coryo finishes inside of you, breathing raggedly as he spurts thick ropes of cum against your walls. you can feel it mixing with sejanus’, and coryo can’t help but go hot at the thought of their cum together inside of you. you look so pretty like this, fucked out on them, cunt dripping with their pearly white loads.

‘thank you,’ you manage to murmur, head lolling back with pleasure.

needless to say, letting your roommates help you ‘feel better’ became a frequent occurrence.

[sukunasbow]

academy coriolanus and sejanus giving you oral at the same time ; mdni

you’re sitting on the edge of your bed, your legs spread as far as possible, and between them, the two boys are on their knees. coriolanus is on the left, one of his hands gripping your thigh, restricting you from squirming in pleasure. his other hand reaches for one of your tits, massaging your hardened nipple.

sejanus is on your right, one of his hands reaching behind you to squeeze your ass, while his other hand softly runs through the other boy’s blonde hair, guiding his movements as the two of them work together to make you cum with their tongues.

“fuck, keep going.” you gasp, lying back with the support of your elbows on the bed. the two boys eagerly lap at your folds, their tongues meeting when they reach your clit, quickly overstimulating the sensitive nub. “oh my—” you bite into your lower lip, to focused on your pleasure to realize that if you bit any harder, your lip would start to bleed.

their tongues occasionally meet as they continue to mercilessly lick your clit, your hips bucking and writhing with every movement from them, soft moans escaping your mouth.

“doing so good, baby.” sejanus pulls away from your cunt for a moment to praise you, some of your juices coating his lips. you nod in response, raking your hand through his curls, then doing the same with your other hand for coriolanus, who’s too busy trying to make you cum to say any praise, or even any degrading remarks. sejanus lets coriolanus keep kitten licking at your clit, while he instead starts exploring your folds with his tongue. he gathers all your juices as he sucks at your pussy. tossing your head back, your mouth opens but you’re unable to even let out the sounds of your ecstasy. your thighs shake lightly, a knot slowly building up in your stomach.

your eyes roll back, “that feels so good.” you breathe out, “keep going, please, please.”

coriolanus and sejanus do as you say, increasing the speed of their tongues, not holding back. you let out one final moan, the pressure in your stomach quickly building as you cum, letting yourself fall back on the bed.

coriolanus moves away from your clit as sejanus licks up every last drop of your juices. “come here.” the blonde instructs sejanus, who follows his demand. coriolanus leans towards sejanus, the two of them starting to kiss, their tongues exchanging a mixture of their saliva and your cum.

[spideyhexx]

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

yes (i got carried away)

mdni

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"That's why you love me."

let's chat about sej here :)

[alwritey-aphrodite]

Anyone want to send in some little prompts for Snow or Sejanus drabbles/headcannons??

[evielmostdefinitely]

Pls do something with peacekeeper!Coriolanus I have yet to see anyone do that trope + I feel like he’s more mean and protective in that era

mastermind |peacekeeper!coriolanus snow x capitol!reader|

prompt: based off above prompt, but wanted to tweak it a teeny tiny bit so this is how coriolanus meets capitol!reader. the plot of the original film is altered a little to fit this.

contains: tw- violence, guns, shooting. dark, protective, manipulative coriolanus. not super heavy, but there are some kinda darkish themes so read at your own discretion.

“Snow,” Commander Hoff’s gruff voice rang through the doorway, hitting Coriolanous head on, his heart lurching with fear. They found out about Lucy Gray, that she’d escaped after Mayfair and Billy’s death. Or maybe worse, maybe she hadn’t headed north, maybe she’d told them. 

His mind raced as he took a step forward, helmet in hand respectfully, hoping Hoff wouldn’t see the way his hands trembled. “Commander, Sir.” Snow held his head high. If this was to be the end, he wouldn’t go out crying. Not like Sejanus- no, Corio would have pride. 

Hoff set the papers down on his desk with a huff, head jerking back for Coriolanus to come towards him. “Snow, I need you to escort Miss Duke to the Mayor’s office.” He nodded towards the corner. “I guess with the recent tragedy of his daughter, Mayor Mayfield’s mind has been elsewhere. He didn’t get his quarterly tesserae count turned in. The Capitol sent Miss Duke to get them, so make sure she gets there.” 

Coriolanus’ eyes wandered to you, standing in the corner properly, hands clasped elegantly in front of you. A shining beacon in the dark skies of the coal country, a glimmering ray of good after all the bad Corio had. He could tell you were from The Capitol, though you tried to dress more humbly for the visit to the district, he supposed. 

You gave him a smile, and for a moment, Corio’s heart leapt with excitement. That familiar rush of heat returning, coursing through his chest. “Private Snow will take you there, Miss Duke. He’s one of our best. On his way to officer training in Two. You’re in good hands.” Commander Hoff nodded. 

You thanked him quietly, kitten heels clicking across the hardwood floors. Coriolanus followed you, trying to keep his stoic expression, though his eyes wandered to the swell of your ass, hugged perfectly in your dress. 

“Snow,” Commander Hoff called before he left. “A word?” 

The icy chill of fear flooded back into Corio’s system, gripping the knob. You didn’t seem to notice, nodding politely, shutting the door behind you. 

“Sir?” Coriolanus swallowed the lump in his throat, approaching the desk slowly. 

Hoff leaned back in his chair. “You know who that is, right?” 

Coriolanus blinked. His mind had been so occupied with his impending doom, his fate had seemed to turn and tread on the worst sides of things, he was so sure it would continue. “Miss Duke?” 

Hoff blinked at him, laughing softly. “Yeah, Duke, Snow.” He pressed. Coriolanus felt dumb, small like he did when he talked to Highbottom. “Snow, does the name Atticus Duke mean anything to you?” 

Coriolanus' eyes widened lightly, turning towards the door in surprise. “Atticus Duke? The-” 

“-The man who owns half of Panem?” Hoff snorted lightly. “Yeah, that’s his youngest out there. Only girl, alright?” 

Coriolanus felt his curiosity peek. He’d been wallowing in the loss of Lucy Gray, he didn’t even put it together. Thinking you were just another Capitol girl. Not the Duke Heiress. 

“Yes, sir. I-I see that now.” Corio nodded dumbly. 

“Good. So you know that her father paid for the destruction of the rebellion? That he funded the Capitol? And that if these people see her, those fucking Rebels are likely to want to hurt her?” Hoff pressed, his eyes narrowed in seriousness. “And that if something happens to her, our entire platoon will be hanging from that tree- or worse?” 

It shouldn’t have made Coriolanus as excited as he was. The thought of having that much power. He could easily have that level of control, have people quaking with fear- even the powerful ones, trembling at his feet the way Atticus Duke did. Oh, how he envied it. How he craved it. 

“Yes, sir.” Coriolanus nodded. 

“Snow, listen to me.” Hoff sat up straight, leaning over the desk. “If any of them get close to her, no mercy- do you understand?” 

Coriolanus nodded again, spine straightening with authority. “I have others trailing and leading the both of you- crowd control, but I wanted her to feel safe. Feel welcome. So I stuck her with you. Figured a familiar face from the Capitol would put her at some ease. Keep her from telling her father something that would have him questioning my rank and order around here.” 

“I understand, Commander.” Coriolanus said firmly. “I’ll keep her safe.” 

“Wow,” You muttered, looking around the cobbled street. The Peacekeepers ahead of you barking orders, scaring off any pedestrians wandering about. “Is it always like this?” 

Corio blinked, his gun cradled in his hand, finger on the trigger- ready. “Always like what?” 

“This,” You waved around you. “It’s very…” 

“Depressing?” Corio muttered, a grumble, eyes scanning the perimeter in front of him over the gray skies and smog filled air. 

“Yeah.” You smiled softly. “I pictured it… prettier?” 

“It’s the coal district, Miss Duke.” Coriolanus said, the barrel of his gun pointed for backup at a scurrying coal miner. 

“So that’s what makes it so sad?” You challenged, brow raised. 

Corio didn’t answer. He knew what you were implying, and he wouldn’t humor it. Instead, his eyes scanned the street. “May I ask why you’re here?” You asked, tilting your head to the side. 

“What?” Corio snapped, harsher than he meant to. 

“Why you’re here?” You repeated. “I, uh, I don’t want to sound rude. I just- I saw you on the games. You were the mentor who won. I just, I figured you would be at University with the others.” 

“I made an enemy. A powerful one.” Corio quipped shortly, jaw set. He couldn’t let his mind race and spiral, not now. He needed to stay focused. 

“Oh,” You muttered, looking down at the wet, broken road. “I’m sorry.” 

Corio’s heart skipped, maybe with joy, maybe with fear. “May I ask you why you’re here?” Coriolanus asked, eyes cutting down towards you. 

“I have to get the count for the tesserae.” You motioned towards the Mayor’s office before you. “I have to take them back to The Capitol.” 

“Yes, but,” Corio paused, scanning the area. “You’re- Surely, you don’t need to do that, Miss Duke.” He muttered, voice dropping to a low octave. 

You blushed, sheepishly looking towards your shoes, ruined from the muck in the road. “So, Commander Hoff briefed you on me?” You grinned. 

Coriolanus didn’t answer. “I already knew.” He lied easily, eyes cutting to you. “We’ve met before. In passing. I was Sejanus’ friend.” 

“Oh,” Your face fell. “Right. I-I am so sorry for your loss. It was-” 

“-Yes.” Corio nodded, the bile rising in his throat. “We-We met at the Academy’s Ball two springs ago.” 

You turned, looking at him fully for the first time. He tried not to blush, icy eyes meeting your own for a moment. “That’s right.” You grinned. “You-You had longer hair. Tigris’ cousin?” 

“Yes.” Coriolanus nodded. 

“She was apprenticing for my aunt.” You smiled softly. 

Corio looked at you, his rigid posture slacking just for a moment, relaxing in your presence. “Why aren’t you doing something like that?” He asked, brows furrowing for a moment. “Or in University, yourself. Surely that would be… more appropriate than this.”

You bit back a smile, chin ducking down. “Maybe.” You shrugged. “I like this job, though. I get to see the Districts.” 

“Why would you ever want to do that?” Corio snarled lightly. “I can’t wait to get out of them. Get away from these people.” He muttered bitterly. 

You blinked at him, eyes narrowing lightly, stopping before the steps of the Mayor’s building. “You seemed quite fond of that song bird you helped win.” You countered. “And she was among these people.” 

Coriolanus was stunned, mouth opening stupidly, before swallowing his jumbled words. Instead, he offered you his arm politely for you to steady yourself on while you climbed the steps to the Mayor’s office. 

Coriolanus waited outside the office at attention while you collected the tesseraes for the quarter from a distraught, and clearly drunken, Mayor Mayfield. His slurred speech, pores sweating out whiskey soaked odor. 

You took the envelope, thanking him before quickly slipping out. Coriolanus stood beside you, falling back into step with you, the other Peacekeepers joining around the two of you. 

“You’re returning to The Capitol today?” Corio asked, though his eyes stayed straight ahead. 

“They asked me to stay the night.” You answered simply. “Something about a train leaving in the morning?” You looked at him carefully. You knew he was to join you with the others. You’d given the orders from Dr. Gaul to Commander Hoff that morning.

Coriolanus frowned, turning to you curiously. “Tomorrow? Why would they make you-” 

The ravenous bark of Peacekeepers in front of you made you jump, a deranged looking man, covered in soot from the mines, charging at you with a vengeful pace. You froze, clutching the envelope in front of you like a shield, glued to the concrete in pure fear. 

“Gimme that envelope, you stupid bitch!” The man roared, mere feet away from you. “Get my daughter’s name outta there! Take it out!” 

You flinched, bracing for the impact of him hitting you, his body hurling towards yours. It never came. Instead, a shot behind you had a gasp tearing from your lungs. The bullet so close to your own head, you heard it whizzing past you like the June Bugs that flew in the fields in the countryside of the district. 

The man grunted, a bloody gurgle, a crimson patch seeping through his stomach. The other Peacekeepers seized him, shouting and grabbing at him, hauling him away roughly. Your hand trembled, pressing to your lips. Coriolanus stood behind you, gun lowering, finger still on the trigger. 

His face was hard, stoic, eyes narrowed dangerously- furiously. “Come on.” Coriolanus muttered, a hand gently on your back, guiding you forwards. The crowds were peering, poking around at the sound of gunshots, the groans and screams of the man. “We need to get you to the Commander’s Quarters.” 

“Snow, hey, look we-we didn’t see him-” One Peacekeeper jogged frantically, hands trembling in fear. “He just- He came out of nowhere. I’m so sorry, Miss.” 

“It’s alrig-” 

“-Come on.” Coriolanus hissed, cutting your apology off short. “We need to get her back quickly. Can you manage that?” He snapped at the other boy. 

The other boy faltered for a moment, scrambling back into line. You were still shaking, pushed into Corio’s side far closer than what would be appropriate for two strangers. “He-He was just saying sorry.” You muttered, your own eyes scanning around you. 

“He nearly got you killed.” Coriolanus snapped, his eyes hard but they never met your gaze, scanning around you protectively. “His carelessness nearly cost you your life.” Cost us all our lives, Corio thought. 

You didn’t respond, only stepping with his quickened pace. 

“Are you alright?” You asked Coriolanus, peeking around the corner of the train station towards him. 

He was surprised to see you, though he supposed he shouldn’t have been. He assumed the ‘Princess of Panem’ would have her own private carriage on the train, not subjected to riding with him. 

“I think I’m supposed to ask you that.” Corio gave a half smile, a tone much lighter than it was before. 

You blushed, looking down. “I’m alright.” You sighed lightly. “I told your Commander that. I promise I don’t need an escort back to The Capitol.” 

Coriolanus looked down at his bags. “I’m not- I’m returning to The Capitol as well.” He said, chest boasting at the words. 

“Oh?” You lifted a brow. “No District Two?” 

“No,” Corio shook his head. “I’ve been asked to return.” It was vague, and he knew it- knew it piqued your interest. 

“Well, congratulations. I’m sure your family will be excited.” You smiled politely, lifting your own overnight bag when the train doors opened. 

“Here,” Coriolanus stopped you, reaching for the strap of the bags. Your hands brushed in the smallest way. Overlapping as he took the bag politely, a surge of electricity jolted between both of you, rapid sparks that would crescendo in the days, weeks, years to come. 

You blushed, turning your head to hide the way it flustered you. It was so embarrassingly juvenile, his eyes sparkling, lips tugging in a grin when he looked at you, pinky grazing over your knuckle just for a moment before he held the bag. 

“Allow me.” Coriolanus was smug, proud, pulling the bag up. He let you on first, placing the bags away, eyes cutting towards you. You were stealing a glance at him, turning after being caught sheepishly. 

You had the window seat, looking out at the smoggy station. “Is this seat taken?” Corio asked, hand resting on the arm of the seat next to you. 

You shook your head, moving your hands to your lap. You were so poised, Corio knew it had been drilled into your head since you were young, just as it was to him. His mind raced with excitement, the idea of getting you to be so improper, defile you. 

“Do you know your orders once you return?” You asked, looking at him carefully. The trains whistle trilling in the background. 

“I’m not sure.” It was a complete lie, he only knew a fraction of what awaited him when he returned. All the more reason he needed an ally, a powerful one at that. 

“Why?” Corio pressed, leaning forward to look at you. His dog tags hung loosely around his neck, draping over his underclothes of his uniform. It made your heart race. 

“I was just curious.” You shrugged, swallowing gently. 

“You were wanting to see me again?” Corio pressed, boldly. His heart skipped when you whipped around, staring at him with a wide eyed expression. 

“W-What?” You choked out, trying to remain calm, composed, but your heart was beating so fastly you were sure it would burst. 

“Were you wanting to see me again?” Coriolanus hummed, shifting in his seat to turn towards you. You were pressed against the glass, pinned by his gaze. “Because I was hoping to see you again. If you’d have me.” 

“You would?” You squeaked, sure that your fluster was apparent all over your face. 

“If you’d let me.” Corio purred smoothly. “I’d like to take you out sometime. Get to know you better. I’m very,” His fingers brushed over your own hand, satisfied at how you shuddered. “Interested in getting to know you.” 

You swallowed. No man had ever been so direct with you. He’d saved you the night before, so effortlessly. The feeling of his bicep around you, shielding you away, strong and steady. It had you sneaking your fingers between your thighs later that night shamefully at the thought. 

“I-I would like that.” You nodded, mind screaming when his hand held your, cradled with such care, you almost forgot how brutal he was yesterday. 

“Tomorrow?” Coriolanus asked, head tilting to the side. He wanted to set the date before you forgot, before you had time to ask around about him or think too much about his actions before. 

“That-That would be lovely.” You nodded, tongue swelling thickly in your mouth, heart hammering as he pushed closer and closer. 

His hand cradled your jaw softly, thumb stroking over your cheek bone. “May I?” Corio hummed, eyes lustful. 

You nodded. You weren’t quite sure why, you’d certainly never done something like this before. But then his lips were on you, hand cradling your jaw, moving to the back of your head gently. He migrated into your chair, somewhere between the Districts, hands on your back, pulling you in closer and closer. He kissed you like a man starved, possessively and passionately all at once- it made your head spin. 

It dawned on Coriolanus, what Dr. Gaul was talking about. Sacrifice, while brutal, was necessary. Losing Lucy Gray, Sejanus, without that would it have ever brought you to him? He would be in the woods, starving with a girl who nearly used him to survive, or hanging from a tree next to Sejanus. Certainly not sitting side by side in the train car, stealing small smiles and gentle kisses with you. His fate had turned, re-routed and he could see it now- his future, his empire with you. 

[etherealperrie]

Anywhere With You

Chapter 1: "it's time to go"

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

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

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

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

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

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

Coryo.

Not Coriolanus Snow. Just your Coryo for that moment.

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

Indeed it had.

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

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

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

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

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

“I– well, they’re to –”

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

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

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

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

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

He’s with you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I know, Coryo, I know.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I can’t go back there, Coryo.”

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

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

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

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

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

[bruisedboys]

sejanus plinth x fem!reader | sejanus is a helpless romantic, you’re totally shy under his affections, but he just can’t help himself!

implied shy!reader, coryo being a menace but in a playful way, sejanus being a tease, kissing, so much fluff!!!!

Coriolanus watches you and Sejanus with a look of mild disgust on his face.

“Ugh,” he says. “They’re gross.”

Lucy Gray laughs, up to her knees in the long, soft grass.

“Don’t be mean, Coriolanus,” she chides, digging her elbow into his ribs. “I think they’re cute.”

“Cute?” Coriolanus huffs, incredulous. “He looks like he’s about to eat her.”

Truth be told, Sejanus does look a bit like he wants to eat you. In the most romantic way possible, of course. You’re both sitting on the pier over the lake, and he’s got you in his lap, your knees caged on either side of his hips, his face so close to yours you’re almost kissing. He thumbs at your collarbone, fingers curled over your bare shoulder, hands warm on your sunkissed skin, gazing at you like you’ve been threaded with pure gold. The lake sloshes softly beneath you.

You peek over Sejanus’ shoulder, buzzing with fondness. “They’re looking at us.”

“Who?” Sejanus asks, distracted by the way you shudder under his touch. He thinks it’s sickeningly cute, how shy you are. “Coryo, huh? Don’t worry, honey. He’s just jealous.”

Honey? Heat creeps up your neck at an alarming rate. Any more of this and you’ll melt in a lovesick puddle. The pet name plays in your head over and over like a broken record. Honey, honey, honey.

“Jealous?” You ask breathlessly. You can’t seem to think straight when he’s got you this close. His hands on your skin, his thighs firm under yours. You glance over his shoulder again, self conscious.

“Mhm.” Sejanus brings a hand to your jaw and tilts your head in his direction with two fingers, forcing your gaze away from your friends. “‘Cause you’re so pretty,” he explains, voice like melted sugar. “And I’ve got you all to myself.”

You fear you’ll go up in flames. You hide your burning face by dropping it to his shoulder, shy and so so in love with him. Sejanus laughs softly, soaked through in fondness, and rubs your back with a big warm hand. Your spaghetti strap top means his palm graces a slice of exposed skin at the top of your back, and pleasured goosebumps erupt in his wake.

“I’m sorry, that was a bit much, wasn’t it?” He murmurs, his mouth ghosting your ear, so close he’s almost kissing it. He sweeps his hand up your back and then down again. “C’mon, come back out. I want to look at you.”

He pulls back slightly and gets a hand under your chin to encourage you up. You’re putty in his hands, surprising yourself at how quickly you oblige, how quick you are to do what he wants. He waits patiently for you to meet his gaze and once you do, you find your own feelings of overbearing fondness reflected back at you. His pretty eyes are pools of love, the honey sun painting them the colour of browned butter. You like him so much you could suffocate in it.

Sejanus grins at you, cheeks dimpling. He tucks some of your hair behind your ear.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks softly. His hand lingers at your throat.

“Yeah,” you nod, breathless and much too eager but you can’t bring yourself to care. “You don’t have to ask, Sej.”

Sejanus hums before capturing your mouth in a swift kiss. You breathe him in and curl your hand around his neck, breathing in his scent of pine and firewood, something sweeter, like caramel. Your fingers brush over the short hair at the nape of his neck. He’s told you he used to have curly hair, and as much as you like imagining him with his curls, you like his buzzed hair just as much. He’s so handsome he doesn’t need curls, anyway.

Sejanus brings his hand to your waist and tugs you closer, desperate and greedy but never rough. You go happily, kissing him back with as much earnest as you can manage, pushing up onto your knees in your desperation to be closer still. You get lost, forget where you are, like you tend to do when you’re with Sejanus.

Meanwhile, Coriolanus is fake gagging into the grass.

“You agree that’s a bit excessive, right?” He asks Lucy Gray.

Lucy Gray just rolls her eyes. “You’re dramatic. They’re in love.”

Coryo scoffs. “Couldn’t they be in love somewhere else?”

Lucy Gray watches as you pull away from Sejanus and start giggling like a lovesick fool, while he tries to coax you back into another kiss.

No, she thinks. Not gonna happen.

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Popping a pink candy heart into your mouth, you let it melt on your tongue for a moment before looking down at the paper in front of you. One final sentence ought to do the trick. There were twenty minutes left on the clock, and you were determined to be the first one finished.

The atmosphere of the room was tense, and the feeling nearly fueled you as you scribbled down your last few words, mind racing. The adrenaline was something you thrived off of, something that drove you to straight As and perfect scores. You chased it like nothing else, the high enough to keep you going. Nothing else had ever given you that feeling. Maybe it was stupid and nerdy but you didn't care. This was a good thing to be obsessive over, you told yourself. This would get you into a future free of worry over things like money and status. This was your ticket through the door. Your first-class ticket.

Getting to your feet, you clutched your essay tight, crumpling the edge just slightly as you hurried to the front, where the teacher's desk was waiting like a beacon. A lighthouse guiding you to the number one spot in your class. You rushed forward, nearly bouncing with excitement, slamming down your paper a split second before someone else did.

Frowning, you turned your head, only to see the bright blue, slightly narrowed eyes of Coriolanus Snow fixed on you. You couldn't help the way your lips turned up, just slightly. If he was in a comic strip, steam would be coming out of his ears.

Straightening yourself and ignoring the dirty look your teacher was giving you both, you flicked a strand of hair over your shoulder, putting one foot in front of the other until you reached your seat. Snatching up your bag quietly, as not to disturb your still-testing classmates, you confidently made your way out of the room, the look on Coriolanus' face fueling your fire.

Your shoes clicked a beat you wanted to dance to as you walked down the empty hallway. Stopping at the trophy case, you pulled a tube of pink lipstick from your bag, leaning in and touching up in the reflection.

"Don't gloat."

When you heard Coriolanus' voice, you didn't turn, instead taking your sweet time finishing with your makeup. Capping your lipstick with a click, you turned to face him and his stupid, picture perfect face, his blonde curls and oceanic eyes. "I wasn't going to."

"Right." His bag was slung over his shoulder, and your eyes lingered on the way the strap pulled the collar of his shirt just so. "Just because you turned it in first, doesn't mean you'll get a better score."

"I think it means my mind works faster," you countered, tucking your lipstick away and stepping closer to him. He held his chin high, searching your eyes as if he wasn't sure what you were going to do. Seeing Coriolanus Snow perplexed was one of your favorite expressions on him.

Leaning up so your nose was nearly touching him, you blinked, looking at him through your lashes. "Don't you think?" You were surprised he was letting you get this close. He remained unmoving, stiff as a marble statue.

Coriolanus didn't respond. He raised his eyebrows, corners of his mouth twitching. You leaned in, cheekily pressing your freshly painted lips to his cheek and then pulling back. Smiling sweetly, you turned on your heel, strutting away to the doors leading outside.

You only caught a brief glimpse of the pink lipstick kiss you left on his cheek, matching his blush.