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Frozen Over pt. 4
The crowd cheered as you stood on your pedestal, a smile coming to your face. You had seen so many people on other occasions but you were always accompanied by your grandfather, this was different. It was your first step into displaying your own prowess and hopefully gained respect.
âLadies and Gentlemen, this is the seventy-fifth year of the Hunger Games.â You spoke, your voice sounding everywhere, in the stadium and in the homes of millions of people.
âIt was written in the charter of the Games, that every twenty-five years there would be a Quarter Quell, to remind each new generation of those who died in the uprising against the Capitol.â You intended for that last bit to be a warning because by all accounts: it was.
âMany of you may recall that each Quarter Quell is distinguished by Games of significance. On the seventy-fifth Anniversary of our defeat of the rebellion, we celebrate the third Quarter Quell.â Cheers erupted from the crowd, you could feel their energy and you slowly felt your nerves slip away.
You now reached to the envelope that he had given you, carefully taking the paper from it. You breathed out as you began to read it, â"As a reminder that even the strongest cannot overcome the power of the Capitol, on this 3rd Quarter Quell Games, the male and female tributes are to be reaped from the existing pool of Victors in each District.â Your heart dropped, your chest became tight and you found yourself struggling to breathe. Finnick. Finnick would have to go again. Your friend.
You had a job to do. You couldnât break on live television and give President Snow a emotional victory.
âAll Victors will present themselves on Reaping Day, regardless of age, state of health, or any other hinderance. They will compete in this pageant of honor and sacrifice in a glorious fashion, and will compete for the ultimate crown." You forced a smile as the capital citizens cheered. You waved to them as you descended from your pedestal.
You rushed into your house, quickly running up to your room, you slammed the door behind you. It was all catching up to you. He wouldnât do this intentionally but he was the only one who could let this happen. You pulled at your jacket ripping the buttons off and throwing it to the ground. You went to the wash pitcher and poured the water into the bowel, desperate to get the gold glitter off you.
Before you could shove your face into the cold water, you saw him in your mirror. You turned around quickly. Finnick stood there. Just looking at you. Not a glimpse of judgement, care or compassion. Pure indifference.
âCrazy doesnât suit you.â
âHow did you get in here?â
Finnick stared through you, âIt is amazing what you can get when you say you have business. President Snow is also not home, they donât protect you near as much.â
You straightened your back, âFinnick, I didnât know.â
âWhat if I said I donât believe you?â His expression changed, it was a look one might give to disgraceful traitor.
You felt tears begin to well up in your eyes. You couldnât remember the last time you cried but everything had bubbled back up. How could you not crumble at the look he was giving you? You wouldâve preferred him to cut you, stab you, or slam your head onto the floor, anything but the look he was giving you.
âWhy are you crying?â The words were absent of comfort. âNothing has happened to you.â
You rubbed at your eyes, black smudges left behind on your shaking hands.
âIf Iâd known, I wouldâve begged and pleaded for him not to.â Tears came full force.
Finnick walked closer to you, you closed your eyes, fully prepared for him to back hand you like your grandfather had done when you had your, in his words, unneeded outburst.
Finnick had every right to. He was right, nothing as cruel as a second go around in the games would ever happen to you.
But you were surprised to feel a gentle yet firm hand on your face. âWhat happened there?â His finger tapped over the slightly scarred over cut.
âHe hit me.â You said.
âWhy?â Finnick asked, genuine worry coming to him.
âYou will be upset.â
âI am already upset with him.â Finnickâs other hand came and forced you to look at him.
âI told him that what he has done to you was wrong and that you were my friend.â
You couldnât look in his eyes, you had already shown so much weakness around him. Snow is not weakness.
âWhat a terrible man.â Finnick said softly. He took his hands from your face and stepped towards your bowl of water. âYour eye makeup is all over your face.â He said a matter of factly.
âIâm- Itâs fine.â You went to rub your face with your hand but a coolness touched your face.
You jolted away from him. His gaze was soft and loving, âWater might not get it off but it will clean the trails on your face.â
You let him bring the cloth to your face, wiping gently. You couldnât remember the last time someone had been so genuine affectionate. True that your Grandfather had his shoulder move and you often returned the hugs of your sister but this was different.
You opened your eyes and let them fall to Finnickâs. You had never seen another set like them and you knew you never would. You had seen a million other pair of blue eyes and many a pair of green eyes, but never a mix like his. If you were a poet, you would say they were the product of swirled sea foam, the very same that Aphrodite rose from.
Finnick stared back into your eyes. He always thought that they suited you. Your face was not very expressive but your eyes were, he could know exactly how you were feeling by looking in them. They softened for only certain people, they could cut anyone down. He loved how the ridges in your irises were like the tree lines back home.
You reminded him of home.
Hours passed, You had placed your clothes in your closet and had gotten dressed in your pajamas.
You were comforted as he told you warm stories of home but then he told you how he would be returning for the Reaping. It would take place tomorrow and he noticed how sad it made you so he once again returned a warm hand to your face. You were both sitting on the foot of your bed, you werenât used to him sitting there with you but it felt nice.
âI wish that they wouldnât do this.â You said.
âWe all know why.â He sighed, âTo punish that districtâŚâ
âTwelve.â
âTwelve girl.â He finished. âThereâs talk of an uprising.â
You grabbed his hand and pulled it from your face, âBe honest with me, are you in on it?â
He was silent. He was silent for a while. âIf they asked me to.â
You felt tears again. If you didnât loose him in the arena, you would surely loose him when the rebellion was discovered.
âDonât cry. Please donât cry.â He wiped at your tears with his thumb. âDonât cry sweetheart, it will all work out.â
You just looked at him with the saddest look he had ever seen. He could almost feel his heart shattering the longer he looked at you.
âFinnick, why would think about that?â
âItâs what best for us all.â
âNot for me.â
âWhy? Are you that spoile-â
âI love you. I have always loved you. I fell in love with you the first time I saw you, I didnât know it then but for years, I found my soul yearning for you.â
You sprung up from your bed and backed away from him, âI didnât want to admit it to myself. Not because I think I am better than you. No! Not that! I am not better than you.I am not good enough for you.â
Tears ran marathons down your face, chasing away your voice from your throat. Heart finally spilling open, you had broken the dam of self restraint.
âEven now, even tomorrow, even next year. I will never be good enough for you! But I was happy having you as a friend. Being your friend might not be what I want but it is what I have! I rather have your friendship than to never have known you.â
He was silent once again. He was looking at you as if you were a ghost.
âSay something! Scream! Yell! Slap me! I donât care!â You reached on your dresser and flung your eyeliner at him, he hit it from the air. You started throwing more things.
âYou coward! Get angry, damn it! Say our friendship is over! Tell me to fuck off!â You shrieked at him.
In a short moment, you had cleared the surface of the dresser. You let out a painful sob as you pressed your back to it and fell to the floor, throwing the last bottle pathetically, not even coming close to hitting him.
âSay anything.â You choked out between sobs. You had kept that inside for years and now that it was out, you couldnât say felt any better.
âI love you too.â
You stopped in your tracks, âDonât lie.â
âIâm not.â
You sharpened your eyes, inspecting him. You knew his body language, it didnât appear that he was lying. He took a few steps towards you, eyes looking at you with care.
âFinnick..â
âDonât you believe me?â He knelt down to your level.
âI do, but we both kno-â
He took your face in his hands and gently kissed you, as if he kissed you harder, youâd shatter like a stained glass window.
He pulled away after only a few seconds, scanning your face for signs of unhappiness. There was none. You just looked at him as you lifted your hand to ghost over your lips, firmly believing that this was a dream.
It wasnât. He took your hand away from your lips and pressed another kiss, feeling you kiss him back. To you, it was beautiful. Was it beautiful to him too?
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Being a girl is: wanting to go to bed early but deciding to just get on tumblr/wattpad/Ao3 for a little bit and then end up finding a fic series that you really like and read until well past your usual bedtime then keeping on because itâs already past your bedtime. Then being mad when you wake up in the morning because you overslept your timer.
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I canât fix him but I could fuck him.
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when the fandom is so small that everybody knows everybody
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My mom to her friends, my aunts, and literally everyone she knows: Yeah, my kid is so smart. She is on her phone a lot of the time, but it's not like you guys think, She is not like how kids nowadays are, She reads a lot of books on her phone!!
Me, a fanfic reader who can survive off nothing but just words and day dreams herself to sleep:
#bucky barnes x reader#daryl dixon x reader#din djarin x reader#eddie munson x reader#jake sully x reader#astarion x reader#neteyam x reader#ghost x reader#aaron hotchner x reader#aemond targaryen x reader#anakin skywalker x reader#x reader#art donaldson x reader#anthony bridgerton x reader#bellamy blake x reader#ellie williams x reader#james potter x reader#joel miller x reader#leon kennedy x reader#matt murdock x reader#miguel o'hara x reader#steven grant x reader#coriolanus snow x reader#dean winchester x reader#marc spector x reader#marauders x reader#peter parker x reader#benedict bridgerton x reader#billy hargrove x reader#carmen berzatto x reader
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i can fix him (no really i can)
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âheâs so babygirlâ
babe he just killed somebody.
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Welcome to the world of âBeing in love with a person who doesnât exist in real life but you pretend they do anyway because youâre obsessedâ â§Ë*°ŕż
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when funkyfrogbait said âhow many einsteins have spent their lives washing dishes, how many mozarts bent over stoves instead of pianos because they had the misfortune of being born a woman.â
i might mostly post smut on this account, but i write SO much more than just fanfic, and every word i write is for every woman that came before me that couldnât write what they wanted. itâs for my mother, my grandmother and my great-grandmother as well as the women that came before.
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⤡âCan't be Shared | Coriolanus SnowâËË-
â˘âžWarning: NSFW | somnophilia, mentions of prostitution (Snow was going to 'share' you) cunnilingus, pinv sex, creampie, unprotected sex (wrap it dumbfucks), possessive af Snow, impact play (he slaps your thigh once), ruined orgasm (you do cum in the end) | lmk if I forgot anything!
â˘âžPairing: young president! Coriolanus Snow x fem! Reader
â˘âžSummary: Snow was going to share you with the elite of the Capitol but changed his mind halfway through only to have his way with you and make you the First Lady of Panem
â˘âžA/N: hehe, the longest fic I have writing so far, hope y'all enjoy this and reblog ;)
<masterlist> < bc: @cafekitsune >
He thought he would be okay with it. He was sure he would be okay with it. But he wasn't. Snow's blood boiled when the rich elitist of the capitol had begun to touch you, whisper you praises, and whatnot. The only thing that was going in his mind was his, his, his.
When had he gotten so attached, he wasn't supposed to be. Letting them touch you, and play with you was a strategic decision to get them hooked and you weren't meant to be his Queen but something had changed. Something snapping in him when the Capitolsâ richest eyed you like a meal.
His jaw was clenched and he cleared his throat, âI changed my mind.â He said, âI am not sharing after all.â
You are his. His property. His bird locked in his cage and now his Queen. He pulled you closer, away from prying hands. He glared, memorizing the face of any and everyone displeased, thinking of plans of how to dispose of them quickly because even if briefly they had touched you that was a sin. No one taints the Queen but a King.
He cordially finishes dinner, keeping in mind he was a president, a newly appointed one at that even if he wanted to he couldn't drag you into his room and have his way with you. But he wanted to. His free hand is on your thigh, gripping it hard enough to leave a small bruise. His hold gets tighter the more he has to smile pretty and act polite.
You hadn't said a word, you weren't sure what to say. You were ready to be shared, used, and then discarded. Snow had told you of this beforehand, but he had changed his mind and you were grateful.
Even as he marked you, made you whimper with his grip, giving your thigh a warning squeeze to be quiet. You were relieved that he decided not to share. You were his, you liked that you were his.
Dinner took longer than you would have preferred, but when it finally came to an end, Snow leaned into you and whispered, âBe on my bed wearing my shirt and nothing else, my bird.â
You didn't reply. You get up, walking into his room, heat choking your veins and making your pussy ache and wet. You close the door as you reach the master bedroom of the manor.
Going into his closet you picked on a red shirt, knowing that it would match your skin tone well. You had taken everything else off, your panties and previous clothes on the floor. You were in full display as you didn't even button up the shirt. Your breasts are exposed to the cold air making your nipples harden.
You sat on the bed, waiting for him to come. One minute bleeds into ten and you laid down on the bed. One hour turns to several and your eyes close up. Sleep catches up with you.
You woke up with a gasp. Sleep at the edge of your mind but your mouth lets out a moan wantonly as several things hit you at once.
One. Snow was here.
Two. Snow was between your thighs, his hands keeping your thighs wide and spread for him.
Three. His lips were on your clit, sucking it vigorously making you arch your back and wanting to flinch away from the intensity.
And you tried to move away, your bud sensitive more with pain than in pleasure. How long was Snow like this, sucking at your clit. Your pussy was now impossibly slick and throbbing, wanting to be filled.
A slap was delivered onto your thigh, a hitched moan leaving your lips because of the delicious pain. âBehave,â Snow sneers at you, his blue eyes looking ravenous, his face smeared with your arousal. This was Snow? You thought for a brief second. For once he felt like a man brought down to his knees by a woman instead of something untouched.
âSorry,â you gasp out as he dives into your cunt. His tongue drew circles onto your clit as your cunt clenched around nothing. You never thought Snow would be sloppy at anything, you thought wrong because his breathing was loud, warn air of his pants grazing your sex. His stubble brushed against your sex as all of his attention was overstimulating your clit.
He finally lost interest as you cried out that you were close just by him playing with your clit for who knows how long. It hurt. It felt good. Perfect, delicious pleasure and pain. You were dizzy, your eyes glistening with unshed tears.
He leaves your clit alone, but his tongue finds its way to the rest of your pussy. His tongue traces your folds, your slit, and the inside of your walls. Leaving no parts of your cunt untouched by his mouth. He was licking every drop of your juices, all the while he made you wetter.
Your hands were fisted into the sheets, your hips subtly moving for friction. A notion that was stopped with a squeeze of his hand on your thigh. You were brought to your high, so close to the edge you would fall in a second as moans spilled from your lips.
Only for that to be snatched away as Snow moved away. You cry out, âNo! Please!â But Snow merely raised an unamused eyebrow while his hand wiped his mouth. âSnow, please,â you whispered, feeling the heat and the high of your lost orgasm.
He lets out a scoff as he sees your desperate state. âMy meal is finished,â he merely said. His hand takes off the red suit, the same color as your (his) shirt. His fingers unbutton his white shirt, revealing his toned physique. Those same hands now unzipped his pants, his boxer down to the floor revealing a hard cock. The well-rounded tip leaking pre-cum.
âBut I am not done with you yet,â he muses, as he moves in closer. You were sitting up now and his hand was on your nape.
âI don't think I'll ever be done with you,â he whispers, the words sealing a promise of forever. âDon't be,â you whispered back, leaning to catch his lips. Your arms around his shoulders to pull him on top of you, to feel his weight, his skin against yours.
Primal instincts take over you both as you kiss. Desperate whimpers and deep groans could be heard and his teeth sank into your bottom lip. Making it bleed and making him suck your blood into his mouth. He pulls back with a gasp, his eyes wide, his lips swollen. His taste was of a dessert you couldn't name. Addictive and delicious.
His left hand was on your cheek, another still on your nape. His thumb brushes your cheek in a manner of caring. âYou're the Queen of Panem now,â he announces, making your heart jump in surprise. âThe First Lady of Panem.â
With that, he seals his words with a kiss. Soft and ravishing, his tongue explores your mouth. Your hand is in his hair, the blonde locks between your fingers as you kiss back with everything you have.
âYou're mine,â he whispered, his lips brushing with yours, âMy bird in a cage. My property.â
âI'll make sure everyone at Capitol knows it,â he said, his eyes looking at you with the ferality of an animal stripped to his bare instincts. âIs that understood, my bird?â He asked.
The answer couldn't be anything but yes. So you replied exactly that and he grins. He looked beautiful in that moment, his charms coming out making you even more needy.
You pulled him in for another kiss, his lips smiling against yours as both of your tongues tangled. His hand lowered itself and cupped your cunt. His fingers trace your entrance and you whimper into his mouth but he doesn't breach in.
He gathers your arousal on his digits, and he pulls back from the kiss to take the digits into his mouth. After sucking his fingers clean, he kisses you again, letting you taste yourself.
His hands pushed you down on the bed, your legs on his shoulder. He takes a deep breath, taking you in, his bird being such a pretty mess.
He placed a kiss on your thigh that was unbelievably soft that for a moment you didn't believe it was action done by Snow's lip but the harsh bite of his mouth marking the skin of your inner thigh proved otherwise.
He leaned down, his hand in your hand above your head. Your free hand dug into his shoulder, forming crescent marks that made him groan, a choked-off desperate sound that you wanted more of.
All the while he placed his cockhead right at your entrance. You gasp as you feel the tip slip inch by inch into your velvety warmth. You wondered if he was going so slow because he wanted you to adjust to his length. However, one look at his face told you were wrong. His blonde strands clinging to his forehead, his lips parted and letting out hot breaths all the while his eyes closed shut, his eyebrows furrowed as he buried his dick into your cunt with the slow pace.
The reason he was going slow was because he wasn't sure if he could last and fuck, that got into your head. Birds are little teasers and you were no different so you clenched around him. His length half pushed in and felt your pulsing cunt wrapping itself tighter around him.
His eyes fall open as he lets out a grunt of surprise and pleasure, âFuck.â His icy eyes glare at you, âDon't.â Your pussy only clenched further in reply and his hold gets harder, pressing your hand into the mattress as he sank in completely without a warning. âAh!â You let out in surprise, the stretch painfully perfect.
âTake it,â he whispered to you, his lip biting your earlobe before he dragged his mouth to the pulse of your neck to mark you up properly as his property. His hips now beginning to move, calculated and controlled just like every other action of Snow. Every thrust hits your g-spot relentlessly, making you gasp and moan, back arching in pleasure.
âGentlemen make their women cum but you're not a woman. You're my property but I am merciful so cum. Cum on my cock untouched, my bird.â He groans into your ear as his pace gets faster, a tad bit of desperation creeping in as his hips slam into you without a care. You could only moan in reply, truth is you didn't need to be touched to cum. His cock, his skin against yours, his mouth sucking your neck, and placing love bites were enough. More than so.
The heat was already forming in your stomach, waiting to be released and spread all over your body. The final push hadn't come long after. As you and Snow shared a filthy open-mouthed kiss, he had thrust so hard and deep, a small bulge had formed, your cervix being kissed with his cockhead.
You cry his name and your pussy comes on his cock, milking his length with repeated squeezes. âThat's it, my bird,â he praises as he continues to abuse your cunt with his dick. Your nerves are oversensitive making you whimper and teary-eyed. He found his release with a whimper, his hot cum filling your womb. He pulled out with a small gasp and you wanted him again.
His hand ran through his hair, pushing the sweaty strands up. âFirst lady of Panem,â he stated, looking at you and then your body, his cum falling out of your cunt.
âFirst LadyâŚâ you whispered, in disbelief and for whatever may come in the future.
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Frozen Over Pt. 1
Summary: Young Snow eagerly wakes to a prestigious day. Guided by his grandfather, he learns to tie a tie, sharing a bond that extends beyond family. At the ceremony, an unexpected connection forms, bridging the gap between Capitol and District.
Trigger Warnings (Whole Work): Canon Typical Violence, Manipluation, Abuse, President Snow being President Snow, Eventual Character Death.
Content Warnings (This Chapter): Undertones of manipulation and co-dependency. Positive President Snow Talk.
You were cheerfully woken by a knock at your door, âYoung Snow, it is time for you to be up.â
You all but flung yourself out of bed and rushed to your closet. You opened it to reveal a very well made outfit. A suit jacket in your signature color, well mare pants and your golden tie, dyed gold and faint gold threads littered it.
As you got dressed, you thought about the victor, Finnick Odair. How awesome it must be! To be the youngest person to win. You knew you would never be allowed to compete, maybe thatâs why you were so impressed with Finnick. A boy only a year older than you had accomplished something you could only dream.
While lost in thought, you hadnât realized that your grandfather had entered the room. He walked up behind you and put both hands on your shoulders, making you jump slightly.
âAre you almost ready?â He asked.
âI just have the tie left.â
He smiled as he looked at you in the mirror, âYou have grown so much. I remember when you had to be helped.â
You laughed lightly, âGrandfather, I still canât tie a tie. Not like how you do.â
He moved his hands from your shoulder, âYou will need to learn that. You are almost a man.â
Your smile fell slightly, he instantly picked up on that. âWatch me do it. I will show and tell you how to.â
He took a spot beside you in the mirror, undoing his tie, âStart with the wide end of the tie on the left and the small end on the right.â He then pointed at where the wide end fell, âThe tip of the wide end should rest at the top of your belt buckle. Only move the small end.â
You followed his instructions and looked at him ever so often, making sure you had it positioned right.
âSmall end over the wide end to the left. Under the wide end and to the right. Up to the center, towards neck loop.â
You were always impressed by your grandfathers many skills. He always tied his ties this way for ceremonies. You were becoming just like him!
âThrough the neck loop and to the left. Across the front, to the right. Then up into the neck loop from underneath. Down to the left and around the back of the wide end to the right. Keep this part loose.â
You couldnât remember a time when your grandfather hadnât been around you. In every memory, he was there. You knew that he was getting older and he wanted you to take over for him. And you were happy to do so. Then you would teach your son or grandson like how he had done for you. Like a never ending chain of Snow.
âBring it across the front towards the left and through the last loop we made. Pull the small end towards the left to tighten. Up to the center, towards neck loop. Down through the neck loop and to the left.â
We? You and him? Best friends, more than a simple bond between Grandparent and Grandchild. You told him everything and he listened to you. He taught you many things and you remembered them.
âUp to the center, towards neck loop. Down through the neck loop and to the right. Keep this part loose. Across the front towards the left and through the loop made in the previous step. Pull the small end towards the left to tighten.â
You were one and the same. You were his favorite, you knew it in your heart. You were his first grandchild and your mother loved you siblings more so it evened out. It was you and him.
âAnd finally, tuck the rest of the small end behind neck loop on the left side.â
You beamed as you looked at your tie, it was just like his.
ââââ
You were exceptionally nervous as you looked out at all the people who had gathered for the victory ceremony. Once again, the comforting hand of your grandfather came to your shoulder. âYou need to do this. It is very simple. You walk up to them, smile, congratulate them and place the crown on their head.â
You could feel your heartbeat increase as you looked at the crown on the velvet pillow, golden interlocking sections that intimidated you.
âAre you ready?â He asked you. You nodded.
With shaky hands, you stepped forward, smiling out to the crowd as they cheered. They knew who you were. The cheers mellowed out as you picked up the crown and held it in both of your hands.
One last deep breath escaped you as you turned and walked to the blonde that had been staring you down: the victor, Finnick Odair. Fourteen years old. Still a child in so many ways. A twinge of pity came to your heart, knowing what went on in the arena.
Everyone knew what he had done.
Finnick stared into your eyes, he saw warmth. Like that of a sweater. He thought you were an angel. You didnât look like the rest of the Capital citizens, you had a clean face and muted toned clothes but you radiated kindness. You didnât know him and he didnât know you; but it felt like friendship.
âFinnick Odair,â you said, a smile dripping into your words, âCongratulations and Thank you.â
He leaned slightly forward and let you place the crown on his head. âThank you.â
You nodded as you stepped out of the way as to let the crowd see the victor.
#fanfic writing#fanfic#x reader#male reader imagine#male reader#friends to enemies#friend to lovers to enemies#the hunger games#the hunger games catching fire#president snow#coriolanus snow#snow!reader#finnick odair#finnick x reader#finnick odair x male reader#angst#romantic relationships#misunderstandings galore#was in my feels while writing this#declining relationship#grandfather and grandson relationship
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future problems â coriolanus snow x fem!wife!reader
hi everyone :) jumping on the bandwagon
this man is so fine i couldnât help myself. i hope everyone had an amazing holiday if they celebrate â i celebrate christmas, so here is my almost 10k word christmas gift to all of you xoxo love u all v much thank you for reading !!
as always, warnings: corio-lame-o is a fucking warning holy fuck, smuuuuut, arranged marriage (i think this counts?), coriolanus is a distrustful evil fuck (but heâs super hot), fem!reader, reader is married to this dickhead (i say as if i wouldnât want to be lmao), angst, sexism and misogyny is def in here, p in v penetration, m receiving oral, choking, dom!corio, asshole!corio, sub!reader, subspace kinda
informal warnings: bro what the fuck was i on this is literally 10.2k words and i refuse to edit because im super lazy anyway we die like men you've been warned
anyways⌠here is future problems:
he never wanted to get married.
he saw it as a potential problem, one that would most definitely lead to loose ends â and he hated loose ends.
despised them.
however, his innate need to maintain an image was far more important to him. he weighed the costs and benefits in his head like an algorithm â check, check, check. coriolanusâ mind left no stone unturned, especially when future problems were to be squashed before they could ever be wiped from memory. in the end⌠he decided he would marry.
and it would be you.
he never allowed himself to be naive â so he would never allow himself to marry someone he already loved. lucy gray? a childâs want for something they canât have, and something they wouldnât realize until later that it was a walking regret. no â he could never marry someone that would harm him. absolutely not. out of the question. therefore, it had to be you.
it had to be you because what harm would you cause him? you were shy, quiet, of satisfactory social standing, and uncontroversial. everything a patriarch of the snow family would want. deserved. be entitled to.
he needed someone that wouldnât be a problem â a loose end in the future. he had conquered so much â he refused to let anything else, especially as irrelevant as a significant other, stand in his way.
however⌠it did not aid him in his stone-cold lack of a love affair conquest that you were absolutely breathtaking.
at first, it was just an ego boost. he simply couldnât stop his thoughts from voicing, of course sheâs perfect. the snow legacy can only have perfect.
but then⌠oh, thenâŚ
then he saw your smile.
oh, your smile.
your fucking smile.
the first time he caught himself enjoying it â he scolded himself. he refused to see you for a week. a punishment of sorts. more so for him than for you. after, he refused to let his eyes wander on the pretty features of your face for him to witness a reaction to something someone had said or done. he didnât want to be reminded of what it was like to experience joy or peace because someone else was experiencing it â that was what almost costed him everything he had built.
no one would ever tear that down. not again, not ever.
no one.
when the day of your marriage came, it was business as usual. he refused to meet eye contact, and did not partake in more conversations with you than he had to. he could tell you felt uncomfortable â but he forced himself not to care. he drove it down, down, down like a miner drilling for more coal â hoping, one day, it would be worth it.
and it was⌠until he was sick.
it was a minor ailment â nothing major, but he was on bedrest for about a week or two. he had employed enough adequate members to his staff to feel that things would at least be taken care of until then. he also found comfort in the fact that two weeks was not long enough for something irreversible to occur. if a problem had taken placed, he would be able to rectify it once he was well and able and⌠set aside the responsible party.
however, he did not expect one problem.
and that would be you.
he knew you were asking to see him. he knew, he knew, he knew, but he refused to let you in. you were not disrespectful â you had only asked once a day, which happened to be every day in the afternoon. he had picked you specifically because you were too quiet to be annoying. however, his own perfect, pristine, and proper plan had stabbed him in the back. he had never considered that the perfect, pristine, and proper wife would be this dutiful to him, checking in once a day on his condition and to speak with him. despite his illness, he laughed at himself â leave it to him to not expect the expected: the hand-selected dutiful wife would, in fact, be dutiful.
he had to put an end to it. he couldnât keep saying no for another week. how was he expected to get better if you kept bothering him?
so he let you in. this once. just this once. he reasoned that if he let you in this once, you would be less persistent. just this once â and another problem would cease to plague his mind.
just this once, he chanted in his head. just this once.
he sat up straighter, and attempted to shape his hair so it wasnât terribly unkept. he reasoned that if you saw him appearing to be healthy, you wouldnât feel the need to come back. he thought â
but he couldnât finish the thought.
because you walked in.
smelling like fucking lilacs.
lilacs, of all things. lilacs! not roses, not anything else â lilacs. he did not hate lilacs, but he despised the actual flower. only beautiful for so long before it died and the stench was intolerable. an inconvenience. a nuisance. a guaranteed future problem.
however, when you gifted him with a small smile â you realized why small shows of beauty were so valuable in this world. no one else saw your smile â except for those closest to you. people he hand selected to be around you to prevent future problems. he realized then â he had more control and ownership over your smile than either of you thought.
he was so stunned by your smile he didnât even notice the tray of tea and cakes in your hand. you took a few steps towards him and he shifted in place.
âi brought your favorites,â you spoke softly. âi know you should rest â i just wanted to ask if there was anything i could do to make your recovery easier.â
âno, thank you,â he replied, voice raspy. âi should be well in a few days.â
you nodded and offered an uneasy smile. his eyes flickered over to how once you had set down the tray on his beside, you slowly wiped the palm of your hands down the front of your dress. your eyes were cast absentmindedly in front of you, on the wall â and he could tell something was plaguing your thoughts.
he then also realized there was a book on the tray, much to his dismay.
âsomeone had mentioned that this was your favorite author. this was published a few days ago,â you began. âi understand that you have been experiencing headaches, and may find it difficult to read⌠so i wanted to offer to read aloud for you, in case you found these walls dull.â
you smiled â it was an attempt at a joke. he smiled back, but only to be polite. âtoday i find myself wanting to sleep. i appreciate your offer.â
you smoothed your hands over your dress once more before nodding and forcing a smile. âiâll leave you to it, then.â
you did not bid him farewell â and he found himself wondering if he was annoyed or grateful. you simply exited the room, and let the door shut softly behind you.
he scrunched his eyes at the door, swallowing hard.
however, he didnât understand why.
he had wanted this. the perfect wife â knowing when to take a hint and frankly, fuck off. you had done that, perfectly well â so why was he pissed?
he then found himself glaring angrily at his favorite tea cakes. the swap of sugar for honey, another one of his favorites. his favorite author, a book he was excited to read when he was better. he knew that you hadnât asked about him â he employed people with the requirement to let him know when you were asking questions. he knew your every outward thought and concern, and sometimes even the ones that werenât shared aloud because they were so evident on your face.
and then he realized: you noticed things like he noticed things.
however, he knew why he went out of his way to notice things, but why did you?
his jaw clenched as he glared angrily at the wall in front of him. he picked up a tea cake and chewed it aggressively, swallowing it half-intact. he coughed at the barely there food, anger rising further to his flushed cheeks.
he needed to understand how, and he most certainly needed to understand why.
he never went out of his way to get to know you, because he thought he already did. he thought he had you boiled down to one thing, and one thing only: passive. incapable of proving to be any sort of roadblock that was capable of getting in his way. now that he knew you shared something with him, what else was shared? was there something he had to look out for? was there something he missed? was he wrong about you?!
he had to know. he had to.
to do that⌠he called you back that evening. it was two hours before midnight, and he knew you were awake. despite having separate chambers, he knew your daily schedule. you would be reading at this moment, and he would ask you to read for him.
as if on cue, he heard a soft rapping on the wood of the door. he beckoned you in, and you entered the room. you were clad in a night dress with a matching robe over it, all pink silk. this time, he returned your smile.
"i apologize for the late hour," he spoke. "i hope you had not retired for the night."
you shook your head, your tendrils of perfect hair shaking slightly. "i was reading. i am glad you sent for me â can i get you anything?"
"i was hoping the offer to read for me was still on the table," he rasped. "i find myself unable to sleep."
you blinked once, staring at him. in an instant, a small smile was threatening to overtake your face into a large one. you cast your eyes down to a blushing manner, but his eyes narrowed slightly on your face. what would you get out of reading for him? what we he not seeing? what did he miss?
"of course," you responded. "i have not had a chance to read anything by this author. i am glad i have the chance now."
why. why. why.
he did not show his discontent. he simply rested back against the pillows as you reached for the book on his bedside table. you sat down on a chair on his side, and you crossed your legs. he eyed the small portion of the exposed, soft skin of your legs and wondered if your new ploy would be to try and seduce him. however, you quickly covered your skin with the extra material over your robe and placed the book in your lap. once opened, you read for him.
he was not listening to what you were saying, but he was listening to how you said it. the tone, the enunciation, the pauses, and the speed. he wanted to find some clue as to why you had made it a point to be at his beck and call, and he wanted to see how long the act would last until it dropped.
the act would drop. it always did.
the hour would approach midnight before he found that he could not discern anything from how you were reading aloud. his plan did not yield the results intended, as you had not broken from fulfilling his task for two hours. two hours. you had not stopped out of boredom or exhaustion, nor to talk to him. you were poised, soft, and he hated to admit it... but sweet. he found your voice sweet, and he hated it.
and he fucking hated himself for it.
he needed this to end so he could plan further. out of necessity, he yawned. if you were to apt at picking up clues, then hopefully you would believe that he was finally tired. you had succeeded in his given task, and you were free to go.
but you had kept reading for him.
he grew angry.
when you had paused to breathe, he spoke up. "I think i am able to sleep now. thank you, sweetheart, for indulging me."
your eyeline raised with your eyebrows, almost out of surprise. you either were not expecting him to ask you to stop, or you did not want to stop. he wondered which, and if that would answer his ultimate question.
"my apologies, i should've inquired sooner," you replied. "he is a very talented writer... i found myself enjoying his perspective."
you grabbed a piece or scrap paper from his bedside table, and tucked it in between the pages where you left off.
"most people would fold the corner," he remarked, eyes drifting closed â a show.
you smiled. "i didn't want to ruin the integrity of your book. goodnight, coriolanus."
she left with another smile â and all he was left with was confusion, and rage.
the next morning, he found himself wanting to call you back in for a further rouse interview. he would have if he had a plan in place.
that was the second thing about you that annoyed him: you annoyed him to the point where he wanted to act without a plan in place. a loss of control âwhich he was highly against.
that would have to be righted immediately.
he spent the morning reading the pages that you had already read to brief himself as if he was listening last night. he reasoned with himself that the best course of action would be to ask you to read to him again to see if you had grown comfortable enough to let a few of your true colors slip.
they always slip.
the sudden task that was presented to him gave him a new bout of energy that he needed to inch closer to recovery. it gave him the push he needed to be closer to walking out of this room and continue to run panem, and he was lost grateful to you for giving it to him â almost. at the moment, you were a problem â and that needed to be corrected. immediately.
he found comfort in control, so he was very content with routines. he had grown accustomed to bracing himself for your check-in in the afternoon. however, it did not come until the approaching hours of the evening had almost descended upon the capitol. he waited, and waited, and waited â so long that he considered asking you to come for himself. the hour would approach dinnertime when you had finally asked about his well-being, and he sent for you.
how dare you ask so late in the day, as if you didn't care? he allowed you access to his life that he had denied you for so long, and you return his kindness with carelessness? this would not do. this most certainly would not do.
you had knocked on his door, and he had to stop himself from sounding to eager. he permitted you entry, and you entered with the same soft smile.
"good evening," you greeted.
"hello," he replied, voice still raspy from his sickness.
"I wanted to ask if you need anything," you announced.
he offered a small smile. "i enjoyed our time last night. perhaps you would read for me, again?"
your eyes fell to the floor in a blush. "of course. I was hoping to read more of the book eventually. i found it intriguing."
you sat down in the chair and pulled the book in your lap. as you were opening it, he spoke, "i thought when you had not checked-in in the early afternoon you found the book dull â afraid i would ask for you to read it for me again."
you shook your head as you smiled. "i like his writing very much â i was concerned as to whether i had prevented you from sleeping the night prior, and didn't want to disturb you further."
he swallowed. "why would you have disturbed me?"
your eyes glanced upwards from the pages to rest on his face. coriolanus stared back as slight concern washed over your features, making your lips part and your eyes widen. your tongue darted out from between your lips, and smoothed over the skin of your bottom lip. you responded, "before you fell ill, we hadn't spent much time together and i understand that is because of your position â but, to be frank, i wanted to respect your space.â
your answer perplexed coriolanus. he wanted to find out what type of person you were â and your answers were not yielding the expected results. there was no obvious form of manipulation in your words, which then worried him. were you smarter than he believed you to be? were you as cunning as him? more so?
so he went with what was natural: manipulation.
âi apologize my station has not granted us the freedom to get to know each other further,â he replied, holding your gaze. âit is a regret of mine.â
you smiled in an affirmative manner, like you didnât believe him but accepted his answer anyway. this expression arose the same feelings he now detested your presence for: he acted without calculating his actions and the outcome they would produce.
âwhat troubles you?â he asked.
your lips parted and slightly quivered. you were not expecting him to ask.
âi-i was worried that i may not⌠please you,â you admitted. âthat⌠you may regret our union.â
âyou have been a kind and dutiful wife,â coriolanus spoke, eyes holding yours. âthere is no regret.â
there was that affirmative smile again. he found himself hating it â wishing it would be replaced by the warm, soft one.
âi guess i was hoping that, when i was married, the marriage would be more than⌠a union.â
your candor shocked coriolanus. he would never have expected you to say something⌠so out of turn.
âplease, forgive me,â you spoke, slightly laughing and waving your hand in the air. âthe hour is almost late and i was hoping to read more. do you still wish me to?â
âplease,â he answered and nodded.
you gave him a quick, thankful smile, and began reading.
this would be the second night coriolanus had not listened to a word you had said.
he had gotten his answer, and it was possibly as bad as the one he was actually afraid for.
you were good. pure, innocent, and your outlook on the world untainted. you were not striving to find a loose screw and let the empire fall. you wanted⌠to support the man who built and kept the empire together. it was worse than anything he couldâve ever imagined â you actually cared for him.
you cared for him, and now coriolanus snow was fucking terrified.
and yet... he had asked you to return to his chambers every night after that.
for research purposes, of course. only research purposes,
to read to him, but his goal was to learn more about you rather than the text.
you would sit there and read until he asked you to stop. when he did, you would close the book, smile at him, place it back on his nightstand, and bid him goodnight.
after, he would wrestle with the blankets and pillows in order to find out how to deal with this.
how had he not expected this?
his only fault was that he neglected to realize how far your shyness would go. you had grown comfortable with him â and you admitted that you wanted something more, something he always felt he could not give. you werenât shy â you just werenât open with people you werenât comfortable with.
he shouldâve known. he shouldâve. fucking. known.
he didnât know how to deal with this, if he was being honest with himself.
he told himself that he asked for you every evening to get to know you better, for his own sanity and safety; but then he began to realize he had found out everything he needed to know.
good and honest. how fucking unfortunate.
he saw a part of you, but now he needed to know more.
so what did he do? he sent you flowers. flowers. an arrangement of red roses and lilacs.
he hated himself for the lilacs.
he got somewhere with you when he had made the first move before â maybe this would yield more promising results.
however, it didnât.
all he received in return was an extra tray of food that had arrived in the afternoon. his favorite tea cakes, and a handwritten thank-you note detailed in your appreciation for the beautiful flowers. you signed your name, and that was it.
she doesnât make first moves, he thought. she responds to them.
he knew what he had to do.
he found himself feeling better that day â well enough to end his sick leave and return to his matters. dinner was approaching, and he sent for you to join him for a private dinner this evening.
he was washed, dressed, and coiffed within the hour.
he found you in the dining parlor waiting for him, inspecting his large bookcase. you were trying to reach a book a bit above where your height would allow, extending yourself onto your toes. coriolanus walked up behind you, towering over you, and retrieved the book for you.
you glanced up at him with wide eyes. âthank you, coriolanus.â
âwhat intrigued you?â he asked, grinning softly.
âfirst one i couldnât reach. i was working my way up.â you smiled at him, and then the book. âplease â you must be hungry. let us eat.â
you sat down at the table across from him. dinner manners were rather stiff and uncomfortable, but your upbringing that was similar to coriolanusâ prevented you from straying from them. you ate in silence for a few moments before you spoke.
âhow do you like his new book?â you asked.
coriolanus cleared his throat. âi find it riveting. i wouldnât have been able to read it for some time if it hadnât been for you.â
you smiled at your plate, blushing. âhis points are very interesting. i was never very interested in politics â so the insight of someone so heavily involved with them is very informative. do you find that your opinions align with his? or does he not share your perspective?â
he appreciated your willingness to engage with him about topics you werenât very fond of. an underrated trait, not found very often â he had to admit.
âa bit of both,â he responded. âthe one thing he does not discuss is how important it is to have a certain type of person or persons in your regime that allows the flow of success to continue.â
you nodded. âyou have built a strong administration â iâm sure he would admire what you have to say.â
âwhat do you believe?â he asked. âabout partnerships?â
you swallowed, contemplating your answer. âi think⌠a successful partnership is where everyone is complimented by another. for instance, someone is better at briefing documents rather than the presentation of them, and another is the opposite.â
âwhich one are you?â coriolanus inquired.
you paused once more, folding your lip under. he realized that was a sign you were uncomfortable â unaware of how to proceed. after a moment, you answered, âi feel the most confident under a strong leader. i prefer to be behind the scenes. minute details are easier to be taken care of that way. while you and i are different, i respect you for being the strong leader panem needed. i am sure the majority would agree with me.â
now was the time.
âit is easy to be strong when oneâs wife makes sure they are well,â he replied, eyes resting on your face. âi hope you know i appreciate your willingness to accept change and make sure needs are met.â
you smiled at him once more, then turned back to your food.
damn, he thought. didnt bite.
âand for being the companion i⌠didnât think i would come to enjoy the company of,â he added.
you glanced up at him then, astonishment written in your eyes as plain as the words on the paper you read for him every night. âmay i ask you⌠a question?â
he nodded.
âdid you believe you wouldnât enjoy my company before, or after you had first met me?â
âi donât understand.â
you swallowed, clearing your throat. âwere you⌠wary of the idea of marriage, or wary of me?â
your gaze did not break from his. you were braver than he thought.
âmarriage,â he answered honestly, hoping to witness your reaction.
there was the affirmative smile â the one he hated. âthank you for â for being honest.â
your eyes didnât wait for a response. you turned back to your food, and left him dumbstruck.
âi hope i have not displeased you,â he stated.
âno, coriolanus,â you spoke. âif i am being honest⌠i was wary i would not be suitable for you. if i have not displeased you, then i am well.â
âbut you stated you wanted more,â he countered, tone even.
âi hoped we would⌠spend time together,â you answered. âand we have.â
it was coriolanusâ turn to be at a loss for words. what would this admission relay? it only solidified what he was afraid of â you wanted a marriage filled of love, and he was not prepared for that. ever.
âthe flowers were beautiful,â you spoke, interrupting his thoughts. âthank you for sending them.â
âyour lilac perfume is a wonderful addition to the capitol,â he spoke, unsure where this had come from. âi wanted you to know that.â
you weren't supposed to say that you weren't supposed to tell the truth you weren't supposed
you smiled at him appreciatively, that accompanied a slight twinkle in your eye. you were quick to return to eating, but coriolanus couldnât stop staring at your face. he realized then that was his new favorite smile.
there was a moment, a small moment, where he wondered whether it would be such a crime if he did allow himself to enjoy your company more than he had. in that moment, he couldnât think of how it would go wrong. for that moment, you were a simple, low-maintenance, beautiful woman on the other side of the table with him that just liked spending time with him â and he enjoyed that you werenât a problem. would it so bad if he entertained the idea?
he immediately cut himself off. of course it was a bad idea.
once dinner has finished, he had requested to walk you back your chambers. if time spent together was what kept you at bay, he could manage that. he most certainly could.
when the pair of you had approached the door, you stopped for a moment and paused reaching for the handle. you spoke, âwould you⌠like to come in?â
ânot tonight,â he rasped. he gave you a polite smile. âanother time.â
he watched as you blinked your eyes a few times and your lips quivered. you didnât meet his gaze, for it fell â in what appeared to be embarrassment.
oh.
you invited him in to⌠toâŚ
that he had not expected.
before you had the chance to leave, he swooped down and grabbed your chin in his thumb and forefinger. he pressed his lips to yours ever so softly, holding it there. the moment your breath caught in your throat, there was a strange feeling inside his chest that made him feel like heâd like to quell your worries by catching you off guard another time. and another. and another. and another. he couldnât have you feeling rejected, no â not when he didnât want to reject you. he needed heirs, sure â but they could wait. he would contemplate how long later.
once he pulled back, you smiled. inside you were bursting, and you wanted to hurry behind a closed door so he could not see your reaction. he continued to hold your chin and gaze at your face. feeling brave, you looked him in the eye as you bid him goodnight and went into your room.
you left him standing outside your door, facing its wood paneling.
what was he to do?
he wanted to keep you as emotionally far away as possible to avoid anything like this occurring. he was prepared for people who had an ulterior motive⌠not a young woman who only wanted to be good to her husband.
the worst part was⌠not every part of him wanted him to keep you away.
would it be so bad, if he had actually courted you?
you were not anyone from his past, no. you were not irresponsible and impulsive, and you could be trusted to remain within a designated role and space. you were rarely outspoken â you never strayed from your cue cards, nor did you get smart in private. you never spoke out of turn, which coriolanus always knew â this was just the first time he was more turned on than he was just grateful.
he reasoned a reward was in order.
he found his knuckles wrapping on the door before he could stop himself.
the small movements inside your apartments stalled for a moment, pulled taut like a string in an instrument. he could picture you â standing still and silent, waiting for an explanation.
then he heard footsteps approaching the door before the door handle turned. when you opened the door, the first thing he saw was your eyes.
those big, beautiful eyes that looked at him with surprise â and the slightest bit of hope. coriolanus would most likely try to convince himself that he stayed completely still to exercise a form of control over you â but deep down, he would never be able to believe that completely.
however⌠when you reached out with your soft, delicate hand, and pulled at his own â it didnât matter why he did it, because he won.
he shut the door behind him, keeping your gaze.
âi would be coy and ask if we could spend time together in a... different way than usualâŚâ you began, sighing. âbut up until this moment i was convinced we would neverâŚâ
coriolanus was in no mood to quell insecurities and anxieties. he understood that words could not compare to actions, and so he would do just that.
coriolanus stepped forward, and pressed his large hands against the sides of your face. for a split moment â you almost looked terrified. he usually relished in that look from others, but with you it only made him concerned â angry, even.
âi donât know what it is about you.â his voice was shaky. it was the first moment in your entire marriage that coriolanus had shown even a shred of weakness. âyou smile, you obey, you take my transgressions like theyâre fucking sweets. why?! tell me!â
your big, round eyes were blown wide as your brow was knitted together. your lips were parted in an innocent manner, and it only fueled his anger. one of your hands came up to gently lay across the back of his. âcoriolanus â have you ever considered that i just wanted to get to know you?â
his eyes searched yours like they were an important document and he couldnât believe what bullshit he was reading. his lips pursed in a manner that suggested a sour taste, and you felt your joy slipping, slipping, and slipping.
âcoriolanus â if you want to go, then go.â your voice was breaking. you knew he was a cool, hard man â but this? this? it was almost too much. âyou donât have to stay if you donât ââ
he couldnât take your nonsense anymore. he shut you up with a kiss.
he smashed your lips together like it was the first thing he shouldâve done when he walked back into the room. a squeal died in your throat at the contact, but coriolanus held you there and upright. both of your hands found the firmness of his chest for balance. when he pulled away â he barely did. he kept his lips an inch away from yours as little tuffs of air pushed past. he leaned his forehead against yours, almost bonding the two of you.
âmy greatest displeasure will be making you regret this,â he rasped, eyes screwed shut.
your breathing began to hasten as you contemplated your next words. you began to stroke coriolanusâ hands with your thumbs, hoping to coax him. âyou say that like itâs inevitable.â
âit is not far from,â he choked through anger and sadness.
you couldnât help but stare back at him as he almost glared at you â but then you realized that wasnât the case. he wasnât glaring at you â he was glaring through you. whatever traumatized him, whatever made him so distrustful of the world around him and the people in it⌠you realized then that you represented all of that to him. you had to be different. you had to show him that you were different than all of that.
âiâve trusted you,â you whispered, almost pleading. âi would like for you to try and trust me. please, coriolanus⌠iâve never asked you for anything â just this once ââ
coriolanus shook his head, dismissing you. âitâs corio.â
he slammed his lips to yours. his kiss was that of a fight; burning with every cut of anger, frustration, desperation, and sadness in his soul. you werenât sure if he accounted for your inexperience, but you let him lead as you swallowed all of his suffering. you knew you may never be everything you wanted to be for him â but for this moment, or for whatever he would allow â you could be his escape, and he could be yours.
just this once, you both thought. just this once.
his hands were on both sides of your face, caging you in as you were at the mercy of his bittersweet affection. you tried to keep up with him, almost afraid that you wouldnât be enough for him â but corio didnât care. he couldnât have cared less as he backed you into the foot of the bed. he didnât stop kissing you as the back of your legs hit your soft mattress, and you were forced to sit down.
with his tongue tangling with yours, you managed to lift your hands to the top buttons of his shirt. he batted your hands away and went to work on his own buttons. you reached behind for your zipper to your dress and attempted to undue it.
corio then pushed your hands away with that too â ripping the zipper down its track and pushing the sleeves down your shoulders.
âcorio ââ you gasped through the kiss, struggling to keep up with him.
he pulled away for a short moment, staring into your eyes. âi have denied myself being with you for so long â nothing is stopping me now.â
he held the glare, and you could only stare back at him in fright. however, that was when you realized that he had felt the same way, or at least similar â you both wanted each other, and had been scared to approach the other. your heart filled with warmth, threatening to explode, but all you could do was nod.
he seemed to calm down then, glancing down towards your lips where he prodded your bottom lip with the tip of his numb. âi have wondered for so long what it would be like to kiss my perfect wife â and now that i know, i donât think iâll ever give it up.â
you smiled at that. âcan i tell you what i have been wondering?â
his eyes met yours once more, almost a warning. you didnât falter, though. he replied, âyes?â
âiâve wondered what it would be like to please you,â you spoke softly, a pink hue rising to your cheeks.
his flat look broke then, softening. a smirk greeted his features and you could see his confidence in himself rise. âmy lovely wife wants to please me?â
âyes,â you spoke, holding your breath. âif youâll let me.â
bright and striking, flames of mischief came to light in his irises. emotions of excitement and fear rose within you, and you werenât sure which was stronger. all you could do was watch as your strong, powerful, larger than life husband stood over you, chin raised, looking down his nose at you, as he unbuckled his belt. his pants and briefs, once around his ankles, were discarded â but you didnât see that. you couldnât look away from his eyes â holding you, and your gaze, in place.
it was like you were an enemy he was testing. you didnât know what he expected, let alone what would make him happy â but you hoped his expectations were slightly lower in light of your inexperience. you swallowed the hard rock of nervousness in your throat, stood up, and gestured for him to sit down on the edge of the bed. he raised an eyebrow at you, but complied. you sat down on your knees in between his, and waited patiently for direction.
âcan youâŚâ you began. âcan you teach me?â
he smirked once more. âtake me in your hand.â
you bent your head lower, and grabbed him by the base. he was hard and warm in your hand as you saw him trying to fight the twitching feeling in his limbs. his muscles were tight, afraid to show weakness. you grew uncomfortable â you didnât want him weak, but you did want him to feel comfortable enough with you to enjoy a fucking blowjob.
holding his muscle upright, you stuck your tongue out and licked around the tip of his cock. he was salty, but smelled so masculine after a long day. his scent infiltrated all of your senses and had captured your attention. it made you hungry, greedy â so much so that you closed your lips around his cock and began to suck.
he jumped then. âteeth,â he spat.
you paled in embarrassment and fright â but didnât allow your fear to show for long. you adjusted your tongue and lips â so that your top lip was folded under your top set, and your outstretched tongue covered your bottom set. hollowing out your cheeks, you took him into your mouth once more.
a low hum filled his chest.
you couldnât see him, and could barely hear him â corio was being a selfish lover and not letting you know whether or not he was enjoying himself. he told you once before you were doing something wrong, so you tried to trust that he would tell you.
that was easier said than done, frankly. with your free hand, you reached up and began to massage his sack in the soft skin of your palm. the hum in his chest turned deeper and louder, and you felt his hips twitch once.
maybe it shouldn't have mattered that he wasn't vocal â but it wasn't like he was shy. you would not fault him for not doing something he didn't want to do, but it was like he was denying you that. if you were making him feel good, and he was fighting the volume of his moans â how fucking dare he deny you of that! there you were, constantly at his beck and call, and he couldn't even freely moan with you? you were obedient, quiet, grateful, everything he wanted â but this? this? too much. absolutely too much of an ask.
you had to do something.
"mr. president," you cooed, twisting your soft tongue around the tip of his cock. "you're awfully quiet above me."
he let out a laugh as he struggled to keep his composure. one of hands found the back of your head as his fingers struggled to tangle themselves in between your strands. they were tugging and pulling, but there was no strength in his grip. his grip â wouldn't catch. couldn't catch. corio, you husband â struggled day in and day out to keep the control in the capital and inside his castle. there was a part of you that believed he just needed to let go, let someone else be in control â but you were his pretty little wife after all. you had until death to try everything. losing control could wait, because tonight... tonight was about making corio the grateful one for once.
you let your loose grip run circles up and down the length of his cock. his shaft was wet and thick, begging the attention of the light from above so the skin was able to glisten. the tip of his cock, red and angry, almost neglected â never had you seen something so delicious, nor deserving of affection. your lips, swollen, wrapped themselves around the tip of his cock as you sucked. notes of salt and sweat mixed together on your tongue, and you hummed at the taste.
"taste sweet, mrs. snow?" you heard from above you. your eyes glanced up to find corio's eyes glazed over with pleasure. his eyelids were drooping over, and all you could think about how badly you wanted to make him close his eyes in bliss. your eyes watched his eyes, but his eyes watched the way your mouth sucked him in. "being so good for me. let your husband see what else you can do."
your ears perked in interest. you didn't know what he meant, but you were intrigued to see if he would teach you.
"please... show me what you like," you spoke, extending your neck as he lowered his face to yours.
"so eager to please..." he spoke, staring down at you in awe. his hand slid down for your scalp to cup your cheek. he looked into your eyes like he was studying you â searching for something surface level. a flaw, or something good... you weren't sure. "i suppose some would say i'm lucky."
you didn't like the sound of that... but you didn't let it show. you gave him a hint of a smile. "i don't think it matters what anyone else thinks. i think what matters is you telling me what you like... so you can decide if you're lucky or not."
he chuckled at that, but his laugh was reserved. always holding back, your husband. "you really want to be a good little wife for me... don't you?"
you fell into the strength behind the hand on your face and keened into his touch. his hand was warm against your skin. "please, corio... please let me."
he stood then, and your gaze raised with his body. you gazed up at him as he stared down at you. there his eyes went again â searching yours. he stood closer to you then, bending down slightly. "it would please me if, at any point, you told me to stop because of the pain. i don't want to hurt you." his voice was low and soft then, immediately striking you. "can i trust you to do that? hmm?"
"i'll tell you," you replied, nodding your head. "i promise."
"never break a promise you make to me," he warned.
you nodded your head once more, unsure how to proceed. he led you over to the side of the bed where he gestured for your to lie down. with the passing of time, you became more and more aware of how bare you both were in front of each other. you were ready to let down every fence of insecurity for the man before you... but there were still walls of his that threatened to come down. he was hot and cold every other moment, it seemed... and you werenât even sure where to begin.
âhusband,â you spoke, unsteadily, as he found his place between his legs. âyou seem so⌠distrustful of me. what can i do? please, corio, i just want this moment to be special for us â for you.â
there his eyes went â searching yours again. it was like he was rereading a page in a book over and over, hoping to find the hidden message in the black and white scripture. his eyes, going back and forth, appeared to be looking over unclear smudges and scribbles as his lips began to purse. you almost said something â stopped him from withdrawing into himself, but he moved before you could.
he sat back against the pillows, which faced a mirror across your bed. you rose curiously, hoping that he would finally give you some direction. he simply took your hand in his, and gestured for you to come closer. âcome,â he spoke.
in his lap, maybe? you thought curiously. you went to throw your leg over his, before he stopped you. with a furrowed brow, you watched as he adjusted you so your back laid against his chest.
âdo as i say,â he whispered against your ear, sending shivers up and down your spine.
your eyes were cast to the side, his outline in your peripheral vision. you nodded, letting your lips fall apart. you felt one of his hands on the soft skin of your thigh, grazing upwards towards your hips. you almost let your eyes fall closed, hoping to lose yourself in the sensations, before corio stopped you.
with that same hand, he reached upwards and grasped your chin between his fingers. your eyes shot open as he moved your head to now face the mirror, and the pair of you in it.
shallow breaths were pushing past your lips as you stared into the mirror. your cheeks were flushed, your hair in a slight disarray, and your lips were swollen. with a flutter of your eyelashes, your gaze flickered towards corioâs reflection. your husband was always perfect â so even the slight persuasion from tidiness was a remarkable sight to you. his eyes were focused â unable to remain cool, calm, and collected as usual.
his eyes, you thought. his eyes will always tell me.
âyou will watch,â corio spoke suddenly, voice hard. âyou will keep your eyes on my hands. you stray, and i leave. understand?â
you nodded, looking into his eyes through the mirror.
he cocked an eyebrow.
âyes,â you spoke, almost breathless. âi understand.â
corioâs hand then found its way to your center. the tips of his finger tips, soft and hot, lightly drew a line up and down your slit. your eyes wouldnât leave the mirror â focused on his fingertips. it was like your skin knew every correct button to tap, tap, tap. every part of you was so sensitive, so keen to his touch that you were embarrassed. you felt so pathetic against his chest, bent to his will â but you wouldnât have had it any other way. the voice in your head was whining and hoping you would give in, just give in, let down your guard, give in, forget manners. you wanted to keep your composure as long as possible, but when corioâs middle finger found your clitâŚ
oh⌠you were done for.
one of your hands immediately snapped up to find corioâs bicep and clutch onto whatever foundation he could give. you didnât dare let your eyes meet his, even in the mirror â what if he stopped? what, huh? what then? when you were the closest you had been ever? you couldnât allow yourself to be greedy, not when he was being oh, so selfless.
the circles he was drawing taunted your ability remain calm. he rolled your tiny clit underneath the weight of the tip of his finger and pressed down with every circle. it pushed, and pulled, and fucking pried at every fiber of your being. you could only force yourself up and back against corio, whining like a pathetic mess.
ârunning away from me, my sweet?â he whispered in your ear. âwhen iâm being so kind?â
his words bit at your ear, reminding you of your position in his world. your eyes were threatening to drift closed, hoping, praying, that corio would let you slip this once from your responsibilities. naive, you were, to believe that.
âremember our deal, wife,â he darkly cooed in your ear. âone request was all i had. i refuse to be denied it.â
âi know, i knowâŚâ you whined, rolling your hips with his hand. âit just feels so good, corio⌠iâve never⌠no oneâs everâŚâ
âi can tell you never knew how bad your body would crave it,â he spoke, nipping at your earlobe. âeven your pussy obeys me, drenching my fingers. too sweet for this world, arenât you?â
âjust wanna be sweet for you, corio,â you whined as your vision began to blur.
the approaching orgasm was anything but a warm and fuzzy feeling around you. it was hot and jagged â making your muscles jerk, yet force your hips to roll into every movement of corioâs. the cloud over your brain felt like a warm haze of the finest whisky or tobacco the capital could offer. you were numb, drunk, and unable to process the world around you unless it was corio. his touch, his taste, his scent, his look, his orders⌠everything was setting you off and keeping you in place all at once. your body was hot to the touch, feverish as it tried to fight your sophistication and just fucking â
âthatâs it, sweetheart. so focused on the mirror you canât even find the strength to let go for me,â he spat, pressing a kiss to your cheek and breathing in your scent. âride my hand like the good girl you are. you wanted to show me, remember?â
tears were brimming your eyes and blurring your vision. your teeth were gritted and bared for him. one of his hands came up to loosely grasp your throat as your hips began to spasm. it was so much, too much, so much â
âcorio, please ââ you cried. âplease let me look away. i canât â i have to cry, i canât ââ
there was no softness in his movements against your aching clit. corio had now employed two fingers to dip into your core, collect your slick, and rub it along your sensitive bud in harsh circles. it sent your mind through a suffocating tube and gasping for air. you were begging, pleading â unsure what would happen if you were denied the ability to finish in peace. you began to cry in frustration and fear, so sensitive to the touch and his approval.
âcorioâŚâ you whimpered. âplease, please let meâŚâ
âdo it,â he spat, holding your throat and kissing your face. âshow your husband how fucking messy you can be for him.â
you grasped onto him and threw yourself back.
it was like a rollercoaster. twists and turns, yanking your body every which way. corioâs body rocked with yours as the sensations climbed and fit into every single one of your limbs. your lungs, burning, were screaming for air as you tried to fight for consciousness. the world was white, milky, foggy â unable to navigate, let alone exist in. all you could feel was corioâs body moving with yours and coaxing you through the most insane moment of your entire life.
tears fell down your face, and you struggled to conceal it. corio refused to let you hide from him. he bent his face low to yours and pressed the side of his face against the side of yours.
his breaths were heavy, similar to yours.
âcorioâŚâ you whimpered, almost whining.
âi know, sweetheart,â he cooed. âso good for me, werenât you? asking so obediently and politely.â
you nodded, pressing your forehead against his. âiâm sorry that i was ââ
âwhatâre you sorry for?â he demanded.
you clenched your jaw. âi was â i am â iâm worried i was too much â i was so â out of control ââ
he shut you up with a kiss. coriolanus snow refused to allow you to continue, or else he knew he would be offended if he had let you finished.
âi wanted that,â he stated. âevery bit of that. what, you donât find it agonizing to be prim and fucking proper every day?â
you laughed uneasily, a bit spooked by his outburst of aggression. âi thought you â i thought that was what you wanted from me.â
he shook his head. âout there â itâs necessary. in here, when itâs only the two of us? donât ever hide yourself from me. you must promise.â
you swallowed as your haze began to disappear. âonly if you promise the same."
you saw his jaw pulse from the corner of your eye. âi promise.â
âi promise,â you returned.
you quickly reconnected your lips. you couldn't let the moment slip away. you needed to seize him while he was there â trusting you for the first time in your entire relationship. you found both of your hands on the side of his face and held him to you. corio fought for control, but you gave in immediately. the need for him to need you was stronger and more satisfying that anything else you could've experienced in that moment. you turned around, straddling his lap and pushing him down to the bed.
everything you were doing was improper: grabbing your husband, forcibly kissing him, sitting in his lap, pushing him down... you almost stopped. you almost gave into the insecurity and made friends with with meekness and shyness once more. however, you made a promise â and you intended to keep it.
"i want you inside me, corio," you whispered against his lips. "please, i want to feel you â"
"again, sweetheart?" he ripped himself from your lips to grunt out his teasing. "one taste, and you're addicted?"
you hummed approval against his lips, tangling your tongue with his. with one hand on the back of your head, holding your face to his, corio's other hand fished between the pair of you and grasped his leaking cock in his hand. the tip was red and swollen, aching for some stimulation or attention. he spread his precum over his tip and with a firm hand, corio slid his cock inside of you.
you arched your back away from corio. the feeling of him being fully sheathed inside of you bent your attention in every which was. both of your hands cradled the back of his head into your chest, where he found himself nestled between your breasts. his breaths were hot and heavy, moist against your skin. his swollen lips found one of your perky nipples and sucked it into his mouth, caving to his primal urges. coriolanus snow wanted every part of you for himself, and needed to place that claim on every part of your body. he wanted your thighs to shake and ache from being locked around him, your fingers to tremble from your hard grip, and he wanted your lips to be bruised from how hard he made you bite them. and, most of all, he wanted every loud moan to rip itself from your aching throat and fill the perfectly painted walls of this damned room.
he cursed you when you threw a hand over your mouth, and he immediately ripped it away. "don't you fucking dare," he spat.
you ignored him. he was your husband, and he was the scariest man you would ever meet, and yet you ignored him. most of all, your hips ignored him. they began to roll against his own the best they could for their inexperience. up, down, and grinding down was the best they could manage before corio grabbed you by the flesh of your hips and moved you to his liking. and when your mouth parted and a loud cry made your throat shake when he twisted your hips forward, he knew he found the spot.
"do not ever deny me what i am owed," he spat, fucking into that spot that wrapped a tight band around your abdomen. "i want to hear how good i am making you feel, and i will. i get to hear. those are mine. i am owed those."
again, you ignored him. what did he expect when your eyes began to roll back into your head and you began to match his pace? you were close, you were so, so close...
that was when corio grabbed you by the chin, refusing to let up his pace. his eyes were full of darkness, yet focus. like he had found his prey. you tried to focus, tried to give him the respect the deserved... but you couldn't. your mind was swimming, and your arching cunt was dripping down his length and onto the skin of his pelvis. you were lost. so fucking lost.
"yours, corio!" you whined. "all yours. only yours."
his voice was gruff against your lips as his thrust became rougher. "say it again."
your eyes began to drift closed as you leaned your head into the crook of his neck, rolling your hips against his. his cock had found its way to the most sensitive and purest part of you and ripped down every wall you had. you sobbed, "yours, corio. only yours."
corio threw you off of him and your back hit the bed. he was on top of you in an instant. he threw your legs up and pressed them against your chest. with your ankles on his shoulders, he pushed himself inside of you and began to relentlessly punish your perfect fucking pussy.
"mine, you got that?" he spat against your ear. "i have watched you, day after day, put on this fucking act! perfect and proper â but i made a proper whore out of the most desirable woman in the capital, didn't i? and now she's mine â forever warming my bed."
"forever, corio," you whined. your sobs were music to his ears, going straight to his cock. your cunt was raw from the friction and slick, unsure if corio should stop or keep going â but you didn't let him guess. "inside me, corio, please... want it to bad. been so good for you..."
his hand was around your throat and demanding your attention. "as if i'd waste a drop when every man in the capital would be able to see you round with my child. you want that wife? my seed, my child? you want to be fully claimed by me?"
"yes," you cried, tears falling down your cheeks. "give it to me, husband, please â"
corio reached down in between your hips and rubbed your clit with whatever energy he had left. his thrust were growing sloppy, but his movements against your swollen bud were worse. he was hissing in your ear as he continued the assault against you. your moans were loud as they escaped your lips and filled the room, setting corio's skin on fire. sweat dripped down from his brow and down his neck to mingle with yours as your second orgasm of the evening began to approach. it snapped the rubber band in your lower belly and you immediately sobbed into corio's neck. his hips continued to rut in you, forcing you down onto the bed as he swallowed all of your sobs for himself. your nails dug into his back and down his spine, hoping to rip parts from him that he had taken from you.
when corio came, you were in a stupor. cock drunk with your mouth hanging open, dazed. when corio came, one of his hands grabbed your messy pile of hair, wrenching at the roots. he pulled you to the side to suck on the sensitive skin of your neck as he pumped your cunt full of his cum. your walls were hot and sticky, full of him, but it only caused the most sickeningly warm feeling to spread throughout you. every primal need of yours was satisfied, and corio could see every bit of it on your face. the pride that welled within your husband... shameful. no man should be in possession of such an ego boost like making the prettiest, more desired woman in all of panem break from all bounds of social etiquette. you were warm, and wet, and craving every bit of his touch, so he couldn't deny you... not anymore. not when he felt the same. with each sob that left your mouth, he felt a kick in the pit of his stomach as his balls throbbed. never in his life had a woman ripped from him what he had taken from her, cheeks hot and muscles worn out.
he would regret it in the morning, maybe, but not now. no â not now.
"husband, forgive me, but..." you spoke. "my mind is a mess. i don't think i can read to you this evening."
corio rolled his eyes and laughed. "that good?"
you pressed a kiss to his lips as you hummed in approval. "never wait that long to bed your wife again."
he chuckled darkly. "watch it, sweetheart."
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âHeâs a villain! You only like him because heâs hot.â
Okay and?
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âyou better not be drinking and getting pregnant behind my backâ
maâam, I read fanfics on tumblr to fall asleep
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