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The Type of Fiancé

Coriolanus Snow is the type of fiancé to insist that they call each other ‘fiancés’ at every given moment. No more, ‘Oh, my girlfriend used to shop there,’ or ‘My boyfriend knows his father.’ Absolutely not, he loves calling her his fiancé and loves when she does the same with him.

Coriolanus Snow is the type of fiancé to meticulously plan out his proposal. He’s for this down to a science, no room for errors. He’d insist that she have a full day of being pampered, a spa day if you will. He’d take her to get her nails done, then a fresh blowout, then a couples massage because obviously he also needs to be pampered.

Then he’d take her out to dinner at the finest restaurant in the Capitol. Rooftop view of course.

Although he’d never admit it, he’d be so, so nervous. What if he messed up? What if she said no? What if he dropped the ring?

But there would be no second guessing once he brought her up to the penthouse rooftop where the famous Snow roses are grown.

He would decorate the space with candles and lights, wanting the moment to be beautiful yet intimate.

It would be perfect.

Coriolanus Snow is the type of fiancé to include Petunia in the proposal despite how much they despise one another. He knows how much Soarynn adores the little beast, so for the sake of her happiness, he allows Petunia to be their sole witness.

She of course, would have a big white bow around her neck and most likely try to eat bugs while her owners passionately embrace each other once it’s all said and done.

She’d be in the wedding too, no question there.

Coriolanus Snow is the type of fiancé to tear up during the proposal. He would be ashamed to show such weakness in front of anybody else, but not her. Not the love of his life, the soul that is so deeply tethered within his own soul. The girl who has stood by his side through thick and thin, triumph and failure. This was the woman who he wanted to bear his last name, to tie himself to for eternity.

There would only be a few tears, Soarynn has always been the more emotional one between the two, wearing her heart on her sleeve. But he’d allow her to carve out his heart if it meant she could home his hand while doing it.

“You’re my past, present and future my darling,” he’d whisper, “without you, I am lost, with you, I am found. You are my eternity.”

Coriolanus Snow is the type of fiancé to propose with his own mother’s wedding ring, one of the few possessions of hers that he still has and yet he would so blindly trust Soarynn with it.

Coriolanus Snow is the type of fiancé to of course, want to end the night with sex. But not rough, hard, and fast sex. No. Tonight is a special occasion.

He would make love to her, kiss every single inch of her body. He’d whisper how beautiful she is, how kind and thoughtful she’s always been towards him.

He hasn’t always been gentle, but she’s made him gentler, softened up his sharp edges while getting cut in the process.

“I love you,” he’d murmur while slowly thrusting inside of her, his lips on top of hers, “I love you like it’s my religion.”

Coriolanus Snow is the type of fiancé to know that deep down, he’s a horrible, terrible monster. A man capable of hurting her beyond belief. A man who now is binded to her by the ring on her finger, meaning that he’s one step closer to having her forever.

For Coriolanus Snow could never truly be capable of love.

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[slaymitchabernathy]

Stay with me, always. & right where you left me:

| Stay with me, always. |

A fanfiction about Coriolanus Snow & his rise to power all while he falls in love with the girl from Twelve. The girl he’s been promised to since age seven. The girl who smells like vanilla & sings like a song bird. When their relationship is tested to the fullest he learns how difficult it is to walk the line of good & evil.

And in the end he learns that it’s the things we love most that destroy us.

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| right where you left me |

A fanfiction that serves as an alternate ending to ‘Stay with me, always.’ told from Soarynn’s point of view as she navigates her new life after returning home to District Twelve, the Victor of the Eleventh Annual Hunger Games. Abandoned by the Snow family & freshly wounded from the Hunger Games, she mourns her old life while trying to embrace her new one, all under the watchful eye of her old lover, Coriolanus Snow.

Story links to ao3 & wattpad:

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hi! my name is slaymitchabernaty & i write fanfiction about coriolanus snow.

i published my book 'Stay with me, always.' on ao3 & wattpad (linked above) & my new book ‘right where you left me’ a bit of an alternate ending if you will.

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Touch Me

Soarynn doesn’t think she’s ever met someone as touchy as her boyfriend before. He absolutely craves physical touch. If they’re out in public, they’re holding hands, if they go to a gala or event his hand always lingers on the small of her back.

In private he’s much more handsy.

Like right now for example. His hands run up and down her waist while she sits in his lap. He’s sitting on the edge of the bed and her hands are tangled in his golden curls. He gently nips her bottom lip with her teeth and Soarynn sighs softly into the kiss. Much can be said for Coriolanus Snow but he’s a very good kisser. A good lover to put it in broader terms.

Soarynn shifts her weight in his lap and she can feel him slightly harden under her which makes her smirk. He likes to tease her about how easy it is to wind her up but he’s just as easy if not easier to rile up. Just by giving him a simple look, she can have him on his knees. That’s how they got into this position.

She'd been trying on some new babydolls that she bought from her favorite lingerie store which was also his favorite lingerie store for that very reason. This one in particular was white with intricate lace patterns and tied in the back with a bow.

Soarynn had been twirling around their bedroom, admiring herself in the outfit when Coriolanus came in. Being the touch-obsessive man he was, he hadn’t been able to keep his hands off of her.

Soarynn begins to wonder how he’d react should she withdraw from all physical contact all together. There had been the one time where she was sick and the doctor had ordered her to keep her distance from everyone. But that didn’t include Coriolanus who threw all caution to the wind and didn’t let her out of his grasp for the entire three-day ordeal.

Then he got sick, but he claimed it was well worth it.

Soarynn decides to put it to the test right now and pulls away from the kiss, pushing her boyfriend’s hands off of her. His reaction is instant and the groan he lets out does nothing to soothe the deep ache in her core.

Soarynn stays on track though and attempts to slip off of his lap to which he quickly protests by grabbing her waist with his large hand, “Darling,” he says, his voice slightly hoarse. Soarynn raises her eyebrows in a feigned innocence, “Yes?”

Coriolanus shakes his head and leans in to kiss her but Soarynn nearly falls off of him when she leans back. Coriolanus lets out a strangled and displeased sound, one very similar to the one Petunia makes when she’s not given the attention she so desperately wants. He denies such claims that they’re alike in that way.

Now he’s upset and Soarynn can’t help but giggle at the evident pout on her boyfriend’s normally stern face. “What’s that giggle about hmm?” He asks, giving her waist a gentle squeeze, “What’re you trying to prove?”

Soarynn smiles and gives him a shrug, “I’m not trying to prove anything,” she says with such conviction that she believes her lie. The look he gives her lets Soarynn know that Coriolanus doesn’t believe her for a second. She uses the moment of conversation to slip off of his lap entirely and he looks dumbfounded. Soarynn shoots him a flirtatious look before she skips into the hallway of the penthouse, disappearing from view.

“Soarynn,” he calls, some desperation in his tone, “come back please.” Soarynn pads into the living room and finds Petunia leisurely sitting on one of the window sills, watching the people below them. “Come and find me,” she trills.

It’s a fun game of cat and mouse and her boyfriend never loses a game.

She knows she has to hide but she can’t decide where to go. The penthouse is massive and there are so many rooms to hide in.

She goes into one of the guest rooms and simply hides behind the opened door, that way she can slip out easily if he comes inside. “Darling,” he calls out once more and his voice is much closer this time. Soarynn giggles and presses herself against the wall, “I don’t know why you insist on teasing me when we both could be having much more fun together.” He has a point but rarely does Soarynn get to push her boyfriend’s buttons.

For once, she has the upper hand.

She hears him walk past the room and she holds her bated breath, waiting for him to come into the room she’s in. Perhaps she’s actually fooled him for once.

Just before she can celebrate she hears the oh-so familiar purr of Petunia.

Oh no.

She watches as the cat strolls in, her fluffy tail held high as she leads herself and Coriolanus right to Soarynn. The little traitor has the audacity to rub her head against Soarynn’s leg as well. Soarynn scoffs, “You traitor.” Coriolanus chuckles and flips on the overhead light, giving her a good view of his smug face, “For once she’s proven herself to be a valuable asset.” Soarynn rolls her eyes and pushes herself off the wall, “I can’t believe you got the cat involved.”

He’s quick to latch his hand onto her wrist and he holds it tightly enough to send a message. You’re not getting away from me this time.

He shrugs, “I’m not the one who started this silly game. I had much more important matters to attend to,” he glances down at the bulge in his pants that’s only grown larger since Soarynn last saw it.

She tilts her head as if she’s so innocent, “Pressing matters if I might say so myself.” He yanks her into his chest and Soarynn gasps, her hands coming to press onto his chest, “Very pressing,” he says into her ear and she swallows.

He has her on the bed in seconds. Soarynn can’t even try to get up before Coriolanus is crawling on top of her, pinning her hands down for good measure. “You’re too smart for your own good,” he tells her, pressing a kiss to her neck. Soarynn arches into him and whimpers when he sucks on that one spot that makes her go crazy. “Would you rather me be an idiot?” She challenges, knowing that Coriolanus has discussed with her at length how he despises spoiled girls with nothing but air in their heads.

Both of them attended the Academy and University and were top of their classes. Soarynn prides herself in knowing that she has both brains and beauty. A rare attribute to possess in the Capitol it seems but something that Coriolanus openly praises whenever given the chance to do so.

He lets out a dark chuckle and bites her ear gently, “We both know I wouldn’t last long should you be an absolute ditz darling. Nor would you should I be an arrogant asshole who thinks he knows everything.” Soarynn rakes her hands down his chest, “So you think that you aren’t arrogant?”

Her question gives her the desired effect, a slightly pissed-off Coriolanus who shoots her a warning look. Soarynn bats her lashes up at him the way she does when she really wants something. “It seems that you need a good fucking to remind you who’s really in charge,” he says and Soarynn clenches her thighs together at his vulgar words.

Coriolanus notices immediately and laughs, jamming his knee between her legs and pressing it against her covered cunt, “If I’m an arrogant asshole,” he says slowly, his lips brushing her ear, “then you’re an eager little slut. Aren’t you darling?” Soarynn whimpers and grinds on his knee, “Yes,” she breathes.

He kisses her temple before sitting up and discarding his white button-up shirt. His chiseled abdomen is something Soarynn always appreciates. She loves raking her long nails down his porcelain skin when he takes her from above.

He runs his hands down the lingerie, silently admiring it, “Do you like this dress?” He asks, lifting up the hem to expose her matching lacy thong. Soarynn nods, “I do.” It’s brand new so she’ll be damned if he rips this one apart before she can properly enjoy it. She can see him going to rip it apart, it’s almost instinct for him and she latches a hand onto his wrist and digs her nails into his skin, “Don’t ruin it,” she warns him.

Coriolanus can be a rather impatient man when he wants to be and far too many lingerie pieces have fallen victim to the trash can after Coriolanus has literally ripped them clean down the middle. But Soarynn won’t have it this time, not when she hasn’t even taken off the tags. He rolls his eyes but obeys her request and rolls Soarynn onto her stomach. His hand presses down right above her ass before she can try to perk it up, he knows her too well. “Then I suppose you’ll have to be my good girl and hold still for me then,” he teases as his fingers slip under the waistband of her thong.

Soarynn gasps when his fingers brush against her clit. “Please,” she whispers, grinding her hips back into him. A hard slap on her ass jolts her back into reality, “Hold. Still.” He says, his voice is stern and dominant. “But…but I need you,” she whines, throwing him a desperate look from over her shoulder.

He doesn't seem to be faring much better either, not with his cock straining to be set loose and Soarynn wants nothing more than to feel it inside of you, "Please," she begs, some whine in her tone, "I need you Coryo." The nickname sends him over the edge and he's fighting to tug down his pants along with his boxers. Soarynn tries to arch her back but his hand stops her once again, "Be patient," Coriolanus says and there's some smugness in his tone. As if he's ever the patient one.

Soarynn huffs and rests her face back on the mattress, "You'd think that you've forgotten to fuck me considering how long this whole ordeal is taking." She's trying to rile him up, but he only takes the bait every once in a while. Today seems to be one of those days it seems because he presses his hard cock against her covered cunt and Soarynn softly moans, "You'd think that you've forgotten who's really in charge," he shoots back.

Coriolanus takes his time in pulling the lacy suggestion of the thong aside and running the tip of his cock through her drenched folds. "Already so wet for me darling," he says, "imagine my surprise." Soarynn shoots him a glare, he's always been able to get her soaked from the slightest touch and yet he always loves to point it out. As if she's so blissfully unaware. He chuckles and rubs the small of her back, "You're always so ready for me aren't you?"

Soarynn is more than eager to feel him inside of her and quickly nods, "Yes, yes I'm always ready," she replies. He finally lets her raise her hips, giving him the perfect view of her ass and her dripping cunt and Coriolanus swears under his breath, "I might just be the luckiest man alive," he mumbles before slowly pushing in.

They both let out a moan once he's finally inside of her. Soarynn's walls quiver around his cock as it slowly sinks in and she feels her eyes roll back once he bottoms out, the tip of his cock pressing abasing her sweet spot. "Oh, fuck," she whimpers, her hands clawing for the sheets. Coriolanus grabs her hips with both hands and pulls her further back until they're flush with one another and he manages to get just a bit deeper, causing Soarynn to let out a shout of surprise.

"Tell me Soarynn, who owns this cunt?" He's slowly circling his hips at this point and it's beginning to drive Soarynn mad. "You do," she answers because it's been drilled into her brain by now. She knows what he likes to hear. He grunts and slowly drags his cock out and Soarynn feels every inch of it before he slams back in, "That's my good girl," he praises.

Soarynn can't keep her mouth shut the second he starts fucking into her. It feels so good, so big and strong. Most of her friends can't relate but Soarynn likes it hard, likes it when she's sore after and it works out perfectly considering how dominant and aggressive Coriolanus can be in bed. "You like that?" He taunts, his grip on her hips tightening. Soarynn can't find it in herself to give him a coherent response but the moan she lets out seems to be more than enough. "Look at you," he drawls, his hips slamming into her at a punishing pace, "just taking whatever I give you, huh?"

One thing she quickly learned about having sex with Coriolanus was his expansive vulgar vocabulary. He loves dirty talk, can't go without it and it never fails to rile Soarynn up even more. "Mhm," she moans, "love it so much." Perhaps she'll have to do this more often, make him chase her around, and get him all pent up. It seems to have a desirable outcome where she's concerned.

Soarynn can feel herself getting closer and closer and the pitiful sounds she's making let her boyfriend know that she's about to cum. "Already done?" He teases before angling his hips to hit deeper inside of her, "I thought you could last longer than that angel." Soarynn feels tears forming in her eyes from the overwhelming pleasure mixed with the slight degrading she's received from her boyfriend. "I...I can," she squeaks, attempting to hold off a little longer but her attempts seem to be futile.

One of his hands slips down to her core and Soarynn lets out the loudest moan so far when she feels his fingers rubbing her clit. "I don't think you can," he says, his tone condescending, "I think you're too much of a slut to wait for me to give you permission." Soarynn can barely think straight but those words aren't lost on her fogged mindset. She needs to wait for his permission, something that's not always expected of her but clearly is today.

"No," she whines, her walls tightening around him, "I can wait." She really can't but this is a test that she'd rather not fail. Her boyfriend continues fucking into her and she can tell from the pace that he's going that he's not too far behind her. Just a few more hard thrusts and he'll finish right inside of her like always.

Soarynn decides to use that to her advantage and begins rolling her hips back, meeting his thrusts, and Coriolanus moans, "Fuck Soarynn." Now they're both evenly matched and evenly horny, "Please," she whines, "please, please, please." She doesn't mean to sound so whiny but she can't find it in herself to care right now. Not with his cock pressing deeper and deeper and his fingers still working on her clit.

Coriolanus grunts and his thrusts are growing sloppy, "Come on then, give it to me angel." That's all Soarynn needs to feel her orgasm washing over her and his fingers pinching her clit truly send her over the edge. Soarynn cums with a high-pitched whine and she sees stars before collapsing into the bed. Coriolanus isn't done with her yet and she knows that so she simply allows him to hold her up and continue to fuck her until he reaches his own peak.

Soarynn often finds herself enjoying how her boyfriend uses her like a rag doll once she finishes. It's oddly attractive and she moans into the sheets when he fills her up.

Both of them are completely out of breath and Coriolanus falls onto her, wrapping his arms around her as he lies on top of her, careful not to crush her under his body weight. Soarynn lets out a content sigh when she feels his lips on her neck, pressing soft and gentle kisses to the tender skin. "That was good," she admits. It's always good with him.

Coriolanus chuckles and kisses right under her ear, "Good huh? Not absolutely extraordinary?" Soarynn giggles at his teasing question and ruts her hips back into his, earning her a low groan, "It was perfect," she decides.

Coriolanus hums and shifts them so that they're both lying on their sides, allowing him to still be fully inside of her but taking most of the weight off of her smaller body. He nuzzles his nose into her neck and hums, "Good. You deserve perfect sex."

His hands absentmindedly trace shapes on her stomach over the lace of the lingerie and Soarynn likes to imagine what it would be like to carry his child, to be his forever and always.

She can feel him hardening inside of her, meaning more than one round which she's grown used to by now. Coriolanus Snow is not an easily satisfied man when it comes to sex. So she beats him to the punch and cranes her neck to look into his piercing blue eyes, "Coryo?" He looks down at her with such devotion in his eyes like he'd burn the world down for her if she asked him to. "Yes, darling?"

"Touch me please."

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