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Hiya babes hope you’re doing well I’ve had this idea for a young Coriolanus Snow where he’s fresh into his presidency and runs into a maid in his room putting his clothes away. He thinks it’s just some avox but it turns out to be and old classmate (she was in the grade a year younger than but he’d seen her passing in the halls and she came from quite a respectable lineage). He becomes infatuated by her and why she’s working for him and not living some life of luxury, it becomes months worth of cat and mouse where Coryo tries to buy her love with gifts and she tries to stay strong. But finally she gives in and they start an affair (he isn’t married it’s just he wouldn’t want to be caught dead having a relationship with a servant girl). Normal he just tells her he wants to see her and that night they do an assortment of nefarious things, but one night he asked her to say instead of kicking her out like he usually does. She thrown off by this and after a little hesitancy she agrees.

So that’s all I really have feel free to make the rest up, but also don’t feel obligated to write about this it’s just something that’s come to my mind. I didn’t mean for this to be so long sorry. Love you loads hope you have the best of days and I hope you’ll find inspiration from this prompt. Okay kisses and hugs this is me signing off.

— Dirty little secret

WARNING: Unprotected sex, implied mudpie, fingering, implied affair, groping.

PAIRING: President!Coriolanus Snow x maid!reader

WORD COUNTER: 1.8k

Days for Coriolanus seemed to tick on longer than he bargained after getting elected and inaugurated to the office of Panem. Being the President of Panem wasn't a joke, nor did it have any time to just sit around, he was a busy man with a country behind him and leading the future of his people and generations. It was tiring for him, sometimes he would just accidentally sleep in his office rather than go to his bedroom. After piles of documents and papers were placed on his desk, finding more time to complete them if he locked himself away in his office.

On top of that, he had to make speeches and host future events. He just didn't have any time for self-pleasure with all the work on his desk, but he was dutiful and a studious worker. He did his usual routine after finalizing some paperwork and handing it off to his secretary to press. Dragging his feet against the delicate and pleasant tiles, tiredness drowned his vision, as he opened the door of his chamber spotting a dainty maid in his room. Your eyes widen at the sight of the President in front of you, immediately bowing down, before lifting your head slightly up. "Mr. President, I was just delivering your clothes" You curtsy at him, Coriolanus originally thought you were just an avox until you spoke, but now a mere maid hired by his secretary but once he got a glimpse of your face, a flash of simple memory ran through his mind. You started taking steps away from him trying to get away from the brewing tension, "Stop" You turned your body to him, looking at him with your full attention.

The sounds of the heel of his shoes on the bedroom flooring, feeling his soft hands on your jaw, slowly lifting your head up, taking in the scene of you. You held your breath as he simply inspected you, feeling your heart pumping against your chest. His azure eyes stared into your own, for a moment..before he withdrew his hands away from you. "You may go" he finished, you watched as he turned his body away from you before you scurried out of the bedroom.

But Coriolanus couldn't help but look back at you as you ran away, the sense of familiarity when he saw you was haunting his head. He pondered about it, putting his hand underneath his chin as he thought about you. The passing days were just Coriolanus watching you as you worked around the manor, his eyes never leaving your form. He managed to gather some information on you, by looking through your files, after all, he is the President of Panem it's his job to know everything, right?

His hands flipped through the dainty white pages, your headshot on the first page as he read through the private information, finding out that you were from Capitol blood, and ended up in the depths of middle class maybe even lower instead of luxury. Curiosity filled his mind about you, questions flowing through his mind with no answer to them. "What really are you..Y/N" he whispered under his breath, examining the photo of you. Most of these days were now mostly spent with him staring at you doing chores around the household, hanging up laundry, washing clothes, and cleaning the floors.

He likes how you laugh and smile when talking to your co-workers while you work. Every time he sees your smile, it makes some of his problems melt away, if he is stressed, he completely forgets what he was stressed about. He would purposely order you to his room to clean or arrange something in his office. Over a few months passing, he would continue asking for you, so adding little gifts and necklaces. For you, it was a surprise, certainly. Who expects the President of Panem to gift a simple maid a luxurious, expensive necklace, priced at a high price, more than you get paid. So you would send them off, at first you were confused thinking it was a mistake he sent the luxurious package to you, then it was sent back to you, this time a different gift, more beautiful and elegant. So you sent it back again, he began to be more curious and furious why you didn't keep and accept the gifts he sent, were they too ugly, an eyesore or indifferent to you.

So he orders you to his room...

It was the middle of the night, being pulled out of the servant quarters by the headmistress, ordering you to serve Coriolanus, and you obeyed. Your body is still engulfed in your flimsy nightgown and your flats on the floor of the manor, as you walk down the hallways. You opened the door to Coriolanus still in his attire, leaning on the bedframe. His eyes darted at you. "Mr. President, you requested of me" You held your hands together, looking him in the eyes. You hear his footsteps inching closer to you, his hands on his hips, "Do you hate them?" he asked, his eyes never leaving your frame, cocking your eyebrow, confused about what he was asking you.

"Hate, what, Sir?" you questioned, "The gifts" he walked closer to you, "Do you hate them, Y/N?" he looked at you, his eyes attentively staring at your own e/c. You felt sweat pending up on the palm of your hand as you began to clear your throat, "No—I just thought you sent them by mistake, sir" You said, you looked away from him, feeling flustered at how close he was to you. 'Y/n, do you think I'm an idiot to send something three things to the same person?" He gently lifted up your chin, making direct eye contact with you. "N-no, sir!" You exclaimed, "Then why, my sweet dove?' he questioned, "What have I done to deserve them" You mumbled,

"Every time I saw you, you have been pulling the strings to my heart..." He whispered, his deep voice resonating through your body, sending chills down your spine, you were hesitant to respond to him. The few moments of silence were unbearable, it felt like his eyes were tracking your every move. "Would it, not be improper for you to date a servant woman like me?" You murmur, and he immediately takes your face into his hands, "I will trade all of Panem just to have you in my arms" You parted your lips, staring at him in shock. Before he took your lips, kissing you. His hands touched against your skin, making you whine, his fingers slowly taking off the strings of your sheer nightgown. Immediately the cold air hits your bare skin making you moan, his hand trailing against your sides. He withdrew from your lips, his eyes clouded with lust, his pupils dilated. "W-we can't", looking away from him in embarrassment, trying to cover yourself up from his gaze.

He picked you up by your thighs, immediately putting your arms around his neck. He carried you towards the bed, dropping you onto the mattress, you instantly tried to cover yourself until he ripped your hands away as he stared at you beneath him. He took off your panties, slowly, his eyes staring at your slick coating your panties off, making you flustered. He started taking off his belt, you watched as he took his trousers off along with his boxers. His length springs out, pre-cum leaking from the tip of his cock, feeling yourself getting wet underneath him. His eyes were heavy with lust, impatiently to have you, taste you, and fuck you.

He slowly inserts himself into you, a moan being ripped out of your throat, holding him by his biceps. "Itis' too big" you groaned. You tried to adjust yourself around his cock, you bit the bottom of your lip simmering the pain. Before he started moving, his pelvis smacked into your cunt as your breast bounced in impact.

You pushed your head back in pleasure as he forced himself into you, he groaned into your ear. "You're taking me so well, dove" he whispered, kissing your collarbone. The sound of wet skin clapping resonating around the bedroom, his hands moving around your body, rubbing the nipples of your breast, moaning in response. "Your so warm" he groaned, moving his hips against you, you felt yourself inching near your release.

He place your leg onto his shoulder, moving your body to the side as he thrusted inside, feeling his cock deeper inside you.

His hand groped your breast, abusing your nipples as he plunged into you deeper. Before feeling yourself coming undone, squeezing down on his cock. "Fuck" he groaned, pushing himself into you. His fingers trailing down onto your pelvis, he rubbed your clit, making you whine. Breathy moans echoed from your lips, and you looked through your lashes at him. Your walls massaging his cock, his thrust getting faster and into an animalistic pace.

His groans became frantic, as he fucked himself into you, before he pulled out and cummed onto your stomach, the white sticky load coating your body. Feeling your legs shaking, and your chest heaving. Staring at him, tiredness in your eyes.

"You did so good, dove," he said, kissing the corner of your neck.

Soon this moment happened time and time again, mostly during the nights when everyone was gone or sleeping away. He would call for you, knowing what would happen at the end of every night, you on his bed either coated with his cum or filled with it. Usually leaving before anyone can get suspicious of you and Coriolanus. Always wearing a nightgown, Coriolanus purchase for you. Looking into the mirror with the rich, satin fabric on your body, hugging your curves and bosom.

He would surprise you with special things mostly material things but you were grateful for them.

He would buy luxurious lingerie and jewelry for you. You were getting ready to meet Coriolanus as he called for you again, wearing the special red lingerie underneath nightgown, you obeyed. Walking down to his chambers, in the end, the precious lingerie was ripped and your nightgown on the floor stained with cum. His hands on your waist as he thrusted into you, he was close and you were already done and tired. His hands explored you, before he spilled himself into you. Pulling himself out of you, your legs were shaking, holding yourself up. Feeling him leaving a kiss on your cheek, he put himself into his pants.

You walked towards your discarded nightgown, taking ahold of the material, and slipping it on. There was a moment of silence between you and Coriolanus. Getting yourself busy, fixing the fabric of the nightgown, pulling it down carefully.

"Wait, Y/N" you turned around at him, "Yes, Corio" you responded, he loved it when you used that nickname with him, he walked forward to you, "Stay" he paused for a minute, "Stay with me for the night" He finishes, your eyes slightly widen. "What if, we were caught?" You whispered, "Nobody could come in without my permission, Y/N" he pushed a strand of your loose hair over your ear, "Just stay" he whispered, his hands trailing down to your waist, rubbing them in reassurance. You cleared your throat, putting your hands on his chest, and parting your lips.

"Alright—I will..."

Hiya Barbie

9 Headcanons About Luke and Honey 🧸🍯

content warning: a little crack, a little smut (minors dni) disclaimer: please never re-enact any sexual content I describe in my writing unless you are sure you know what you're doing and you're sure this shit actually works in real life. I bear no responsibility for mishaps and accidents.

🍯 O N E Mr. Randolph and the simple art of stashing honey. He nestles tiny bear-shaped shot-sized bottles inside his hood. The only reason you've never seen them is because he is a tol boy. The only reason you've never heard them clinking against each other is because the sound of his sword and belt and boots and snoring drowns the sound out. — His belt can hold up to seven half-pints of honey, but he often squeezes in two more in case he gets caught up somewhere that doesn't have immediate access to honey. — Because one time he got caught up somewhere that didn't have immediate access to honey. Walk with me if you would, to Luke's third day at the palace as a princeling. He's dozed off in the library whilst studying for one of Sariel's exams, his forehead and nose smooshed flush against the tabletop, books scattered at his feet. He awakens slowly and then starts with a fright when he realizes that in his boredom he burned through his honey stash. When he attempts to leave the library, he finds the doors locked from the outside because Clavis. Several minutes later, Yves is spooked during his bubble-bath when a giant shadow scales past his window. This is followed by a pinched gasp before the shadow tumbles off the palace façade and lands atop an unsuspecting Cyril below.

🍯 T W O Connoisseurism. To Luke, all honey is good honey, but that doesn't mean he doesn't appreciate distinct flavor profiles and richness. After consuming as much honey as he has, his tongue has become primed for picking out even the most subtle notes. Of course if asked he never describes them as much more than "very yummy," but unbeknownst to anyone, his beautiful honey-brain basks in his sunlit skull and experiences a wealth of sensations and vividry. — Similar to an elite wine sommelier, Luke can disseminate where in Rhodolite a batch of honey hails from. After being a prince for a few more years and being exposed to scores of international honey, he's eventually able to triangulate global origins within a 5 kilometer radius. As such, the Rhodolite Honey Society tries regularly to stump Luke with obscure varieties of honey. They invite the eighth prince to their monthly meetings, watch slack-jawed as Luke successfully classifies all the batches, and then scramble to stop him as he sweeps all the extra honey into a giant overnight bag. — But home is where the heart is, and his favorite honey comes from around the parts where he grew up.

🍯 T H R E E Contrary to what you've seen, Luke doesn't actually consume much more honey than the average person on a day-to-day basis. He is aware of potential health-risks and doubly-so after a particularly sobering visit to a healing ward. — That visit in-turn inspires him to begin a public service campaign to teach the people of Rhodolite honey-consumption best practices. Jin tries to broaden the scope to include all foods, but Luke understandably checks out after the honey portion of the presentation (jumping in intermittently to say the word "honey" as it comes up). This leaves Jin to field questions from audience-members who've taken issue with how Jin only ever uses melons and coconuts as visual aids regardless of what food he is actually discussing. Jin subsequently adds peaches and eggplants to his repertoire. — Years into the future, Luke's likeness is seen depicted on sprawling tapestries, settled into a picnic with a family of bears as he doles out healthy servings of honey to them.

🍯 F O U R Luke is exceptional friends with the palace beekeeper (his name is Thierry and he is as single as a slice of cheese). Sure, Luke falls asleep whenever the man begins an impassioned, scientifically-sound monologue about honey production and hive integrity, but so would you. Probably. Other times he shuts Thierry up with a spoonful of honey. But Thierry actually despises honey, so he tears up and gags and tries to punch Luke who has an uncanny ability of dodging punches by way of dropping into a well-timed nap. — In exchange for oodles and oodles of honey, Luke assists Thierry with hive-building and maintenance. From time-to-time his job involves collecting cow dung, which has multiple uses in medieval beekeeping; so that one evening when you catch Luke slinking back from somewhere while smelling questionable, it's because he was slinking back from somewhere while smelling questionable. — I know you didn't ask, but yes, a portion of that cow dung mysteriously but invariably finds its way into Clavis's trap-building inventory.

🍯 F I V E Sariel is forced to tailor Luke's prince training around honey and honey accessories because the guy will wander off, physically and mentally, literally 5 minutes into a lesson otherwise. — When they are on the international trade unit Sariel has Jin take Luke on a field trip to a meadery in Jade. Much of this trip is spent with the two in various states of intoxication, but they manage to hide it fairly well if you ignore 95% of what actually happens on the trip. Luke comes back with a pet Jadean bee named Keith (no relation). Jin comes back with lots of mead and tales of the warmth of Jadean ladies. — Sariel attempts to teach military-strategy to Luke using bottles of honey. Several military units go missing over the course of fifteen minutes before the commanding general succumbs to sleep. Several more go missing after Sariel attempts to self-medicate for his headache.

🍯 S E X Luke won't lie to you. He can't get enough of licking honey off your nipples. — He says as much in shy, whispered confessions against your neck, but you really get the sense of it in the way his hands curl desperately around your wrists, the way his pupils seem to dilate like an eclipsed sun in that field of green, in the way his arousal clashes and shudders against yours as his tongue laps up the sweet nectar. — Luke devours your honeyed nipples like a man eating for the first time. He craves the taste, the texture, the indescribable emotional connection, and he craves your hands tangled in his hair, pulling his face closer than close could ever get. — Oh and the sounds he makes. Slick, wet, juicy. You have trouble looking at his lips the next morning without feeling a violent reaction in your party parts.

🍯 S E V E N Luke tries to get away with putting honey on everything but there is one thing he won't put honey on even if you paid him in honey. Scrambled eggs. — Boiled eggs? Sure. Fried eggs? He's literally written the picture-book on it. But scrambled eggs? sCrAMBLEd eGgS??? Did your mother drop you on your head as a child? — Scrambled eggs, in Luke's mind, are a heavenly, fluffy, buttery piece of cloudwork, untainted by the sorrows of the world. For comparison, Luke considers honey a liquid chorus of angels, but scrambled eggs sit firmly as a distant second. — Rio, once, well-intentioned, serves Luke a plate of scrambled eggs with a cute little teddy bear drawn over the peaks and valleys in honey. Upon seeing this, Luke takes out a scalpel from only god knows where and begins to scrape off the honey into one of his empty shot-bottles. Beads of sweat gather on his temples as he works to maintain the dignity of the scrambled eggs. When he finishes, he puts his scalpel down, and without facing Rio, tells him in a choked, distorted voice, to never serve him this tragedy again. What he doesn't realize is that Rio fucked off several minutes prior after catching sight of Emma chatting with Thierry the Royal Beekeeper.

🍯 E I G H T The Rhodolite Honey Society holds a honey portrait contest every year. To win, contestants must paint a portrait of an animal using nothing but honey. Because everyone almost always chooses to paint a bear, bears have been banned from submission. Luke has never entered this contest because he vehemently disagrees with such blatant disregard for and waste of honey. — One day Luke overhears Keith telling fellow tea-party-bros Yves and Licht that he is thinking about entering and has been practicing drawing stags in his spare time. — Luke enlists Clavis and begins plotting a honey heist. It would turn out to be the greatest food heist in Rhodolite history, meticulous in its planning, baffling in its execution. And once again Nokto would be called upon to use his false-mustache... — Link here for if/when I ever write Luke's Honey Heist

🍯 N I N E "Have you ever played the tongue game?" — On warm summer evenings, Luke will sit you on his lap and dance trails of honey across your bottom lip with the tip of his finger. And to cricket-song and gentle breeze he kisses each oozing drop away. — When you ask if you can do the same to him, a most tender expression fills out any lingering emptiness in his gaze. So you take a dollop of honey on your fingertip and press it against the plush bed of his lower lip, smoothing it over the coarse traces of the day. His lips have such a pretty shape, but they're even prettier under the glaze. Without realizing it, you've drifted your face closer and closer, and Luke giggles when your breath tickles the tip of his nose. Then he's kissing you, massaging the sweetness on his lips onto yours, and before long you two are a tangle of limbs in a sea of sheets; the honey, for once, forgotten.

Thank you for reading :) Which hc was your favorite? Are there any you want more details on? Do you think it was the right call for Nokto to bring his false-mustache out of retirement?

ok this may be a dumb question but do u mind explaining what a mudpie is? I looked on urban dictionary but I’m still not super sure 🩷

It is another word for a creampie.

Nobody: When Annabeth heard the sirens singing.

Nah sis was acting wild, like ms girl, I know you want this perfect dream of having your mom and dad proud of you and everything, and having everything you wanted in life complete, but don't try to kill yourself because of it.

This is also good advice if you feel you are not good enough.

Do you ever think you'll do another one shot of Coriolanus? And mistress and government hooker one? Like when the reader is pregnant 🤰

Maybe, im not sure yet but sorry for not answering sooner!

Freaky ahh a-train 😭💀💀

Ass vs Tits ft. The Boys + The Seven

CW: NSFW no minors/ageless blogs!!! Also The Deep. Light spoilers, no beta

WC: 193

They love your ass, no question about it. They love watching the way your ass recoils from a slap, whether it's while you’re on all fours and arched for them, or if you’re just picking up something from the floor. That quote “hate to say goodbye but love to see you go?” Yeah, these guys are the definition, always watching how your ass moves as you walk. 

BUTCHER, Kimiko, Frenchie, Victoria Neuman, Queen Maeve, Black Noir II, Firecracker, Ashley, Sister Sage. 

Tits. No matter the size, they’re obsessed, always sneaking glances (or just straight-up staring) at your chest whenever they can. The obsession gets worse the lower the neckline and the tighter the fit is. Any time you’re alone, they’re nipping, sucking, and kissing your chest until you're moaning and squirming under them.

Starlight, Hughie, HOMELANDER, The Deep, Black Noir I, Soldier Boy, MM, Ashley (again), Joe Kessler.

Tits again, but they tell you for a different reason. They don’t want to reduce you to physical traits, they are in love with you and your personality. But your heart is right between your tits, right?

MM.

They say tits, but deep down they want someone with gills.

The Deep.

Feet. 

A-Train.

Eventually (Coriolanus Snow x Reader)

Word count: 6.7k

Summary: Coriolanus could appreciate irony, but the one person he desires more than anything wanting nothing to do with him pushes him to new territory

Tags: (18+), cw: noncon, dark!coriolanus, deeply implied stalker!coriolanus, unreliable narrator coriolanus (boy is delusional tbh, no one is doing more mental gymnastics than him), pre-mentor era, obsession, unprotected sex, choking (only for like a second), virginity status undisclosed but as I was writing I began to imagine this being the first time for both of them—it’s not even implied tho, so do with that what you will

A/N: a character as evil as him I couldn’t conceive writing fluff for. he’s bad and guess what I’m not gonna fix him, but I also can’t make him not-hot so… hehe. please read the tags and proceed with caution <3

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You wanted nothing to do with him, and that made him crazy.

No, if anything, you were the crazy one. Coriolanus hadn’t done anything but try to be your friend, but you snubbed him without reason.

Coriolanus did a good job at keeping the financial situation of his family a secret. No one knew, and he doubted you were an exception. Yet, it was as if you looked down upon him.

Although, you’d grown fond of Sejanus, so even if you did know, status wasn’t a concern of yours. It was something he admired, yet questioned all at once. There had to be a reason for your dismissal. A reason you couldn’t bring yourself to even offer a smile back. It’s not like he was asking a lot.

It’s not like he wasn’t trying, either. He’d gotten used to trying to make people like him, to see him as better than he was, but it was never this hard. It would’ve been so much simpler if you just told him to his face what your problem was, but whenever he came around, mostly when you were talking to Sejanus—they were friends, it was the perfect excuse—you just went quiet. You’d greet him, make no effort to continue the conversation, then excuse yourself.

All Coriolanus wanted to know was why.

“You’re watching her again,” Clemensia whispered to him, eyes flicking between him and the paper in front of her.

They were class partners, but Coriolanus was beginning to think he spent too much time with her.

“Who?”

Clemensia let out a small chuckle, mocking him. The professor at the front of the class looked up, and Coriolanus quickly looked down at his paper, taking his eyes off of you.

“You’re too obvious,” she muttered, a smirk in her voice. “Maybe that’s why she doesn’t like you. Because you stare at her too much.”

She didn’t get a response—it didn’t deserve one. Coriolanus questioned why he ever told her anything. She made him sound like some sort of stalker. Which, for the record, he was not.

His eyes managing to find you frequently wasn’t a crime, and neither was crossing your path. Maybe it wasn’t a coincidence most of the time, but it’s not as if he was harming you by watching you. He doubted you noticed anyway.

Seeing you nearly everyday had been enough to keep him sated, but then Sejanus started talking about you. Through no fault of his own, Coriolanus learned things about you. What he came to know made him curious to discover more. Even if you did not seem keen to let him.

Being content with what he had didn’t keep its appeal for long. Not when you were right there, your presence taunting him. Making him want what you would not let him have.

“You just need to talk to her, Coryo,” Tigris told him one evening, when he revealed everything to her. “Not in class and not with Sejanus. Just you. Let her know the real you and I promise she’ll like what she sees.”

Coriolanus took his cousin’s advice to heart. She was much more empathetic than him, she had to be onto something, right?

Everything changed when Coriolanus sat across from you at a study table in the library.

As beautiful as you were from a distance, being up close was something else entirely. He could admire you for hours and never get tired.

You looked up at him, he smiled and said hello just like Tigris advised. The smile you returned seemed forced, and you ignored that he had spoken.

It upset him, but not as much as when you got up and walked out. It was the last straw. Coriolanus was following you into the hall before he could think better of it.

He caught up to you, dropping his hand to your shoulder to make you turn around and face him. When you did, you looked surprised. That wasn’t what made Coriolanus hesitate, but the realization that he had never been this close to you before. Not even sitting across from you compared to touching you.

His heart skipped a beat.

“What do you want?” you questioned, a level of annoyance he thought to be unearned in your voice.

His heart started again.

“Have I done something to you?” Coriolanus confronted you, feeling a familiar sense of agitation creep over him. He had to know. “To make you feel such distaste for me?”

“I don’t dislike you, Coriolanus,” you replied, calmly after recovering from your initial shock. “I’m just… indifferent to you.”

The answer confused him more than it did enrage him. He smothered the latter feeling as he observed you.

“You’re… indifferent,” he stated, not asking. His feet shifted beneath him. It hurt, for some reason. “Why?”

Your eyes narrowed ever so slightly, studying him. It was the same way you’d look at your books when you were struggling with a subject, lingering behind in class or the library until a triumphant smile crossed your face.

Only, that smile never came. Your expression just faded back to normal.

“You shouldn’t put so much weight on what other people think of you,” you advised, stepping closer to him. His breath caught in his chest. You smelled sweet, like flowers. “Especially not someone you don’t even know.”

It was then, he realized, you hadn’t moved closer to him with purpose. You’d been on your way moving past him. His eyes focused on your back as you walked away, figuring out what to say.

“I’d like to know you,” he announced earnestly, verbally trying to pull you back. “If you’d only give me a chance.”

You slowed to a stop, looking over your shoulder. Coriolanus felt as if he was on display as your eyes raked over him, determining for yourself his sincerity.

“You’re friends with Sejanus, aren’t you?” you wondered. It wasn’t what he expected, but Coriolanus nodded. You sighed, which irked him to think it was pity. “If you’d like to join us for lunch I wouldn’t be against that.”

“I’ll see you then,” he said, but you were already turning away. He kept to himself that he had already tried in the past.

His friend was nice. Too nice for his own good, truthfully. It wasn’t as if Sejanus completely abandoned him the moment he befriended you. It was more like he split his time, attending to both friendships. The only thing Coriolanus held against him was that he never tried to reintroduce the two of you. Maybe even put in a good word.

At lunch Coriolanus found you and Sejanus quickly, he knew where you liked to sit.

“Hey, Coryo,” Sejanus greeted, smiling. “About time you decided to join us.”

Coriolanus put on a smile as he sat down. “Well, I would’ve sooner, but I wasn’t sure I was welcome before.”

The comment made you smirk, in on the joke as Coriolanus looked at you.

“Who’s to say you are now?” you sarcastically replied, as if you hadn’t been the one to invite him.

Well, “invite” was being generous, but he still seized the opportunity nonetheless.

“Ignore her, she can’t help herself,” Sejanus said with a chuckle, used to your humor.

This time, when he tried to talk to you, you engaged. In between discussions of classes and assignments, Coriolanus had to dodge your quick wit.

He liked the challenge, and the next day, he went back for more. Even walked right past Clemanisa and Arachne, who tried to invite him to their table with Festus. You were waiting for him.

He noticed you and Sejanus already talking.

When he sat across from you, you raised your brows. “Seeking refuge?”

Before he could ask what you meant, you nodded your head towards the girls he’d left behind.

You knew about his friends?

“You could call it that,” he replied, a smile starting to appear.

You nodded and hummed.

“Well, what are your qualifications?”

“Excuse me?”

“You joke too much, Y/N,” Sejanus lightly scolded you, interrupting whatever path you were going down, which made you laugh. “He’s going to think you don’t like him.”

“He knows I don’t mean anything by it,” you assured, looking at Coriolanus. “I’m just trying to figure him out.”

Your tone was filled with confidence, but your face… Coriolanus wasn’t sure how to place your underlying expression. You had a shield up, he knew that much, but what did that have to do with him? Were you trying to figure out if you could let it down for him? Or something else?

“Of course,” Coriolanus answered, not taking his eyes off of you. “I’m an open book.”

“Are you, now?” You folded your arms on the table. “Your friends love to gossip, and I don’t think I’ve heard that about you.”

“It’s not my fault if they don’t know how to read,” Coriolanus quipped, proud of himself for being so quick.

None of his friends had wronged him, but the joke at their expense was worth it for what followed after.

He made you laugh. Not just smile, but truly laugh. It was exactly what he wanted, and it actually worked. Awe didn't begin to describe how it felt.

Joining your table for lunch became the best part of his day. Sometimes he forgot Sejanus was even there, far too eager to see you. He saw you all the time, of course. Watching you was a habit he had yet to break, but this was different. You were aware of his presence, and he was able to speak to you. It didn’t matter that you still seemed weary, it was enough.

Even if you didn’t like him, you still had conversations with him, so that was something.

Sometimes, if you were deep in a discussion, debating ethics—your favorite topic—it would continue beyond just the table. He’d walk you to class, wanting to hear your voice just a second longer.

“I want to meet this girl,” His grandmother declared one night, after Coriolanus drifted to the topic of you over dinner. He’d been doing it more recently.

Tigris gave him a look, a light frown. There was no way to do that without you coming to his home, and he wasn’t going to let that happen.

“Let Coryo decide that, Grandma‘am,” Tigris insisted, patting the older woman’s shoulder.

“Well, he has feelings for Y/N,” she argued, looking at Coriolanus. He used your name enough that she remembered it. “And she likes him too—doesn’t she?”

Coriolanus gave a tight smile. “Yes, she does.”

Keeping up appearances.

“Well, that settles it, then,” Grandma‘am decided.

“I think it’s time you get to bed,” Tigris intervened, getting their grandmother up from her chair.

Later, when they were alone, Tigris asked him, “Does she even know how you feel about her?” She knew him too well. He took too long to answer. “You should tell her. From what you’ve told us, you two should be together. But it won’t happen unless you make it known how you feel.”

Coriolanus’s dreams were filled with you, as they usually were, but something was different the morning he woke up after the conversation with Tigris.

All he had to do was prove himself to you, and he knew that now.

Coriolanus found you in the library a lot, often pretending to stumble upon you. This time, he didn’t put on a facade.

“I thought I’d find you here,” he acknowledged, sitting down beside you. Often he’d sit across, but he was testing the waters. Seeing if you were put off by the proximity. “Studying for Featherly’s class?”

“I’m terrified for his test,” you confided, rubbing your temples as you hunched down at your book. “I feel like my mind has no room for anything else. I’ve memorized nothing.”

With a sigh, you sat up and pushed the book away.

“I can help you,” Coriolanus insisted, reaching for the book. He read over the page you were on, knowing he’d already perfected the subject. “You should’ve asked for me sooner.”

Maybe it was a little spiteful, but he hadn’t purposely meant it to come out that way. You still noticed it, taking your book back.

“I’m not asking for your help now, Coriolanus,” you muttered, looking at him out of the corner of your eye.

You were the last of his friends to still call him that. Most everyone else called him ‘Coryo’. Not you. But you were stubborn in many ways. This too, apparently.

“I didn’t mean anything against you,” he said lightly, even chuckling a little. It was forced, but he wanted to show he wasn’t being that serious.

Using your own words on you did not have the desired effect.

“Mmmhmmm,” you hummed.

Coriolanus tilted his head down, trying to get you to meet his gaze. You gave in, facing him, looking unamused.

He wanted to wipe that look away, but didn’t know how. If he could just make you like him—

Suddenly, your watch began to beep.

“Test time,” you grumbled, taking back your book and getting up.

Coriolanus followed you down the hall and into class. The tests were already on the desks, waiting. You two were early—he noticed that because of the clock on the wall.

He walked you to your seat and wished you good luck. To his surprise, you offered the same in return. Then, he went to his own. Other students filed in quickly after, professor Featherly being the last to enter the room.

The professor declared, “Begin,” then sat at his desk in the middle of the room and began to read.

The test wasn’t easy, but Coriolanus knew what he was doing. One look around the classroom and he saw that wasn’t the case for most other students. He felt a sense of pride, until his gaze landed on you. You were one row down and four seats to the left. He’d counted before. You were fiddling with your pencil, struggling to come up with what to write down.

While he could’ve been the first to finish, Coriolanus let other students turn their tests in before him. An hour passed by, but it moved quickly.

There were only a few students left when you finally got up. You radiated an anxious energy, much like the others, but Coriolanus didn’t care about the others.

Clemensia stuck her hand up in the air, waiting for the professor to notice her, distracting Coriolanus briefly. When the professor looked up and noticed her, Clemansia got her wish.

Coriolanus considered himself lucky, convincing himself with his own mantra frequently. As he watched you leave your test on Featherly’s desk and rush from the room, he realized how he could help you.

He quickly marked down the rest of his answers, having stalled so he could leave when you did. The professor was making his way away from the desk, while Coriolanus got up and went in the opposite direction.

With a swift, hard kick to the leg, the professor's desk wobbled and papers spilled off on the other side. It looked like an accident.

Featherly looked over his shoulder at the noise.

“Sorry,” Coriolanus apologized, kneeling down behind the desk to collect the papers.

Without anyone watching, he found your test. He had no time to change the written questions, but he made quick work of erasing and re-doing the multiple choice, with his own test and knowledge as reference.

He had to give you credit for getting a decent amount correct, but not enough for a passing grade.

When Coriolanus fixed that, he stacked together the papers and placed them back on the desk and exited.

Everyone was waiting in the hall. Against tradition, the professor graded tests directly after and would call students in to give the results. It was time consuming, and kept everyone on campus after hours, which was against the rules, but perhaps he’d gotten some kind of exception.

You were leaning against the wall opposite of the classroom, talking to some girl from the class—Coriolanus didn’t bother to learn her name. He wanted to go to you, but Sejanus got to him first instead.

“How do you think you did?”

Coriolanus shrugged, looking down at his friend. “Fine, I think.” That was the humble answer, right? “How about you?”

“Not perfect, but I passed.”

Clemensia trotted out then, a confident look on her face.

“What was so important you had to ask during the test?” Coriolanus couldn’t help but wonder. She’d unknowingly helped him, after all.

“Just clarity on a question, wanted to make sure I got it right,” she answered with ease.

“And did you?”

She gave Sejanus a look.

“Yes, of course.”

The last person exited the class, and professor Featherly closed the door. And so the grading began.

One by one, the professor called people in. There was no method to the order, it seemed likely he shuffled the papers or chose which one to grade next at random.

Time passed, Coriolanus didn’t know how much exactly, but it was beginning to get dark outside. Tigris would be worried until he got home, but she’d understand. His studies came first.

Eventually, Coriolanus realized it was dwindling down to be just you and him left. He was lucky today.

The third to last student was in the classroom, leaving you across the hall from one another.

You pressed your lips together before speaking.

“Do you think you did alright?”

The corner of Coriolanus’s lip twitched up at the sound of your voice.

“Yes, I think so,” he answered humbly. “What about you?”

You let out a self deprecating laugh. “When I said I was terrified, I wasn’t being dramatic.” You sighed, accepting your fate. “I’ll have to do perfect on the next one, I guess.”

“I can help you with that,” Coriolanus offered.

The smile he gave you spawned a mirror reaction. He knew he was charming, he had to be, and this time you actually seemed receptive to it.

“Maybe you can.”

The sound of a door opening made Coriolanus turn. Arachne was leaving, a smug look on her face as she thanked the professor.

Then the door closed, and the professor graded another test. There were only two left.

“I wish he wouldn’t do it like this,” you filled the silence. “The others don’t make us wait like this.”

“It builds suspense, I suppose,” Coriolanus mused. “Keeps us on our toes.”

“That’s not something I need right now.”

“At least you have good company,” he noted flirtatiously. He couldn’t help but grin at his own words, especially when you bite your lip to keep yourself from smiling.

“Could be worse, I supposed,” you retorted.

More time passed. The door opened again.

“Coriolanus Snow,” the professor addressed him next. “Your turn.”

As expected, Coriolanus did close to perfect. One answer off. Best in the class.

Back in the hallway, when he was done, Coriolanus waited with you. He didn’t announce he was staying, he just returned to his spot against the wall.

“Don’t keep a girl waiting. How did you do?” you asked, departing from the wall.

Coriolanus wondered where you were going, but then, you stood next to him, leaning back against the wall. There was still an arms length between the two of you, but it was something. You’d gone to him for once.

“You’ll think I’m full of myself if I tell you,” he teased lightly, which made you roll your eyes.

“Maybe I already think that, so just tell me,” you insisted.

The comment made him falter.

“Best in the class,” he divulged.

You almost looked impressed. “Good for you.”

The door opened.

“Y/N L/N, you’re up.”

“Wish me luck,” you said under your breath before following Featherly in.

“Good luck.”

Coriolanus waited for you, just like before. He tapped his foot. The professor didn’t actually go over the answers, he just told you the grade. You’d have no way of knowing what he did for you, but he’d be there to share in your excitement when you discovered how well you’d done.

Or, how well he’d done for you.

Not long later, you and the professor exited the class together.

“Wasn’t expecting you to still be here,” Featherly addressed Coriolanus. “You should get going. I’ll see you in class tomorrow.”

Then, he left you and Coriolanus alone in the hall, presumably leaving the building.

“So,” Coriolanus began with a smile. “How did you do?”

“He asked if I’d been studying with you. Apparently we had all the same answers,” you told him, crossing your arms. “Except when I asked him to show me my exam—which I did great on, apparently—I saw answers circled that weren’t mine.”

Coriolanus hadn’t expected you to find out so quickly, but a part of him was relieved you did. It meant he got to take credit, and he could show you that he really did want the best for you.

Or, he could always lie.

“You weren scared of failing,” he finally admitted. He offered a sympathetic smile. “So I helped.”

“No, you cheated!” you accused, causing his eyes to go wide. “You’ve implicated us both. If anyone finds out…”

“Don’t be so loud,” he hissed out in a whisper, stepping closer to you. The professor could still be in the building. He doubted anyone else would be. “I just wanted to help you, okay? You needed it, so I—“

“You helped, I get it. But I didn’t ask you to do that for me, Coriolanus. I have never asked you to do anything for me,” you sneered, somewhere between offended and betrayed.

He saw the way you scanned his face—his eyes. The pleading was beginning to seep through.

A wave of realization washed over you before he even opened his mouth.

“You didn’t have to ask me to,” Coriolanus said meaningfully, stepping closer to you. “I wanted to. I wanted to help you.”

You back hit the wall. The hallway was so empty it seemed as if the subtle sound still echoed.

“I’d do anything for you, don’t you get that?”

The sound of a large door closing carried from a distance.

Coriolanus reached for your face, wishing he could take away the concern that riddled your expression. Instead, he brushed a stray piece of hair from your face.

You swallowed. Why did you look so nervous around him? You were friends now, weren’t you? You never looked scared around anyone else. Why him? Why now? His own questions frustrated him.

“We’re not supposed to be on campus after hours,” you said calmly. It was the same tone you used when you first described your indifference to him. Coriolanus thought about that moment a lot. “Featherly already left. We should leave before we get caught.”

The corners of his lips twitched down.

“We’re still talking, though, aren’t we?”

You let out a shallow breath. You had no reason to look as scared as you did.

“I think we’re done.”

Coriolanus thought back to his cousin’s advice. He could’ve followed it better if she’d written it down, perchance.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” Coriolanus pondered, smiling to himself at the sight of you. “You caught my eye from the beginning and I—I couldn’t figure out why you wanted nothing to do with me.” You watched him carefully. He wondered if you could sense the dejectedness brewing. “Did you see something in me? Is that it?”

“I don’t know,” you admitted under your breath. “People like you, and you’ve been making an effort to be my friend, so I don’t know what told me to stay away from you, but something did. I’ve tried to ignore it, but I still…” you swallowed. “I don’t know.”

The confession should’ve been a relief. That’s what he imagined it would be. That you would admit the truth, and he could fix whatever misconceptions you had.

Coriolanus did not know what to do with “I don’t know”.

Staring down at you, Coriolanus noticed your back was against the wall. Literally. He hadn’t meant to put you there, but he had.

It got you to listen, didn’t it? He’d gotten an answer?

“Can we start over?” Coriolanus suggested, even throwing in a smile that would charm most anyone. It worked on you before. “We can forget all this mess.”

You blinked. You didn’t believe him.

For most people, he wouldn’t simply let numerous slights go, but for you, if it would fix whatever this was, if it meant the two of you could have a real chance, then he’d overcome his instincts—old and new.

“I’m afraid my memory is too good for that,” you finally said, looking up at him with defiance.

Defying what, was the question. It wasn’t as if you were enemies.

The thought made his jaw clench. He let out a laugh that was sharp. It lacked any sense of humor.

“Why can’t you just accept my apology?”

Your brows arched up, questioning him.

“That was supposed to be an apology?”

“Yes,” he confirmed. “But it’s not as if I owe you one.”

“I never said you did. I never said anything. You took it upon yourself to insert yourself into my life and now you are not happy with your place in it. You’ve overstepped, and you need to let me leave.”

Coriolanus frowned.

“You act like I’m keeping you here by force.”

You look up at him, silently telling him you believed he was.

That frustrated him further.

In an act that jarred even him, Coriolanus pressed his palms against your shoulders and pushed you back against the wall when you tried to move away.

“This is force,” he declared sternly, leaning down, making you maintain his gaze.

Everyone liked control, but he hadn’t used it in such a physical way before. It thrilled him in an odd way.

“Get your hands off me.”

“Why should I? You already think so poorly of me, why not let you be right?”

You moved again then, trying to catch him off guard and squirm away. But Coriolanus was quick to shove you back against the wall.

“We can still start over. If you would give me a chance, I think we can be good together.”

He let one hand rise to rest on your cheek. Your skin was so smooth. He inhaled deeply, resolve slipping further as his eyes fell to your lips.

If Coriolanus could just prove it to you, he was sure you’d understand what he meant.

He leaned in cautiously, gauging your reaction. You didn’t flinch away. You tilted your chin up, even. That familiar skip of his heart returned.

Coriolanus’s lips only just brushed against yours before you reacted. He had a second of relief before you brought your knee up, jabbing him in the lower stomach, although he doubted that was where you were aiming. It was still enough of a shock to throw him off his game. He stumbled back, and in a flash, you were gone. You were running down the hall—trying to get away from him, like usual.

Only this time, he didn’t feel like letting you go.

Something he had slowly come to learn was when he wanted something, it wasn’t just going to be handed to him. Vying for the Plinth Prize highlighted that, alongside his childhood.

He caught you easily, hand snapping out like a snake to grip your arm and yank you back to him. You collided with his chest. It was like you weren’t even trying. Not really. Just toying with him.

“Am I a game to you?” Coriolanus hissed into your ear, wrapping you in his arms. “Something for you to play?”

“I haven’t done anything to you! I hardly even know you!” you defended, but it just made him hold you tighter.

“I know you,” he implored, fighting against your squirming. He lost balance and when you fell to the ground, you took him with you. Coriolanus got you onto your back, sitting on your thighs, gripping your wrists in his hands to keep you from swinging at him. You let out panicked breaths, staring up at him. “I know more than you think.”

Something about the position made the front of his pants begin to feel constricting.

“Coriolanus, you’re frightening me,” you enunciated, as if trying to reason with him.

“I’m not being unreasonable,” Coriolanus grit out, working to maintain his composure.

“What?” you questioned, brows pinching together, a deep frown on your face. Confused and scared. Coriolanus used to feel that way. “Just let me go.”

“And then what? You go back to ignoring me? No I can’t… I can’t go back to that. If you just give me a chance I can show you.”

Coriolanus didn’t know what happened next.

Tigris told him it was like he left his own head, sometimes. She said he’d get so caught up, he wouldn’t notice things. At the time he had laughed. If anyone stayed aware, it was him.

It wasn’t that he left his head, but got lost in it. Lost in his own inner monologue to realize what he was doing.

In this case, what he’d done.

Far too busy thinking of ways to convey everything he wanted to say to you, how to make you understand, visualizing your reaction, he’d already acted.

Maybe there were two people living in his mind. One with a conscience, one without. Or perhaps that was just something he used to justify his less than decent actions. An excuse. He’d never let himself know the truth. Not really. Not yet.

What he did know was what he could see. You, beneath him, clothes torn from your body. The only thing left was a shirt. Too much effort, apparently. Your wrists were snatched together in one of his hands.

The power stirred something within him.

One might say he was out of excuses when he reached for the zipper of his pants, but no one else was here, were they?

Your mouth was moving. Speaking. Maybe even yelling. Looking at him, looking around the room. He couldn’t hear a sound but his own heart thumping in his ears paired with his own eager breaths. Was that normal?

He moved, wedging himself between your legs, nudging them apart to make room for himself.

“It’s just us,” Coriolanus spoke, loud enough to hear himself. You flinched. “No one’s here.”

He gripped himself, stroking his cock, lining himself up with your entrance. His patience was running incredibly thin.

Tears pricked in your eyes. You stopped struggling at his words, accepting it for what it was. Good.

“Why are you doing this?”

He heard your voice clearly, that time, despite the strain in your tone.

Coriolanus observed you carefully, squeezing your wrists together in one hand and lovingly caressing your hip with the other.

He finally understood the answer you’d given before. He found it fitting now.

“I don’t know.”

To him, it was the truth.

The moment Coriolanus pressed himself inside of you, it was as if the rest of the world disappeared. After so long of wanting you in every way, shape, or form, this was long overdue.

“You’re perfect for me,” he breathed out. Coriolanus gave a shove of his hips, his gaze falling to your mouth as an unwilling yelp slipped out. “I knew you would be.”

You were tight, too tight, even. Unwelcoming. Yet still, you felt like home.

His hand—the one that was on your hip—drifted between your legs. He found your clit, running his thumb in small circles, trying to ease the pressure you must’ve been feeling.

Coriolanus did not want to hurt you.

He looked into unfocused eyes. Where were you? Were you trying to be somewhere else?

He let your hands go. You didn’t move to slap him or shove him or anything. You were learning.

He leaned over you more, reaching for you face with his now free hand, and ran his thumb over your cheek, encouraging your gaze to actually meet his. He smiled softly when you did. You got more beautiful every second he looked at you. It was even better when he could see you were present.

Coriolanus found himself unable to resist it, so he gave into the urge to press his lips to yours. A real kiss, this time.

Your lips were softer than he’d imagined. You made a noise when his tongue tasted your mouth. His kiss was hungry—aggressive, even. But he’d waited so long he didn’t know how to contain himself.

Your body reacted to his touch. Your bent knees inched up his hips to accommodate him, and your walls were becoming slick, accepting the invasion.

A deep moan escaped him, cock throbbing inside you at the feel. The sound was muffled by his lips pressed to yours, but he still felt vulnerable, giving himself to you in this way.

Coriolanus pulled back from the kiss, only to rest his forehead against yours and breathe out a small puff of air from his lips.

“I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want you. Not even the Plinth Prize,” he confessed in a whisper.

“What’s the difference?” You finally spoke, voice wavering. “You have to earn the prize?” The accusing tone felt like a slap.

“You don’t know what you’re saying,” Coriolanus muttered, eyes boring into yours. “You’ll see.”

He gave you one more searing kiss before moving his hips.

A gasp that morphed into a moan clawed its way up your throat. The sound was like music to his ears. He wanted to hear it again.

He began to move more consistently, finding a pace that suited him. Rough enough to keep you present, but not so harsh as to hurt you. He wanted you to enjoy yourself, even if you were trying to avoid it.

Still figuring you out, Coriolanus found your sweet spot with a hard thrust, causing you to wince. Instinctively, you tried to push him away, just like you had before, not wanting to surrender.

You stilled when you felt his hand. He hardly realized how he’d reacted until he felt your throat bob beneath his palm.

Coriolanus retracted his hand, like your skin and shot a volt through him. His movements slowed to a stop.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized earnestly, brushing the hand through your hair gently. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

Your chest heaved as you breathed shaky breaths through your nose. Your lips pressed together in a line.

You weren’t going to dignify him with a response. In a way, he understood.

Coriolanus locked his arms under your body and in a surge of strength, pulled you from the ground and into his lap. He hugged you against him, nuzzling his face into your neck.

“Forgive me,” he requested softly.

You shifted in his lap, adjusting yourself to find comfort in the new position. You did not speak.

He slammed his hips up, forcing a gasp from your lips. That was something, wasn’t it?

You pulled back, and he did it again. And again. And again.

You fell against him, jarred by the change in his movements as he thrust into you. He liked it, feeling you in his lap, your chest against his, leaving you no choice but to hold onto him.

His lips latched onto the skin of your neck as he moved, barring his teeth and nipping the skin. You reacted as if he were venomous, straining away from him, but he’d left his mark.

You could pretend all you wanted that you didn’t like him, but Coriolanus could feel your body reacting to his. He could feel the way your walls squeezed around him, drawing him in, and how your body quivered as he pushed you closer to your edge.

“Just let go,” Coriolanus whispered, holding you tighter. He cradled the back of your head against him as he moved inside of you. Soothing and rough at the same time. “It’s okay, I know you want to.”

“Shut up,” you hissed into his neck, hands finding his chest.

Were you really going to try and get away from him? It was a bit late for that.

Coriolanus moved his hand between your bodies, finding your clit with the pad of his thumb, speeding along the process.

“What was that?” he taunted, feeling your legs start to shake.

A moan tore from your throat as you came around him, body slumping against his as he shoved himself deeper inside you. He wanted to feel your body tensed around him.

“That’s it,” he drawled, pressing his face to the side of your head. He inhaled, letting your scent flood him. Every sense was overwhelmed by you and if anything, it made him hunger for even more.

You became more pliable in your daze, going easily when Coriolanus laid you back down on the cold ground. He planted one hand on the ground near your head, where he held most of his weight, while the other rested on the base of your neck. Not squeezing, just resting. Reminding you of before.

Now that he’d taken care of you, made you realize the pleasure he could inflict upon you, it was his turn. Coriolanus was relentless with the thrust of his cock inside you, stretching you around him, groaning with nearly every movement. You felt so good, he never wanted to leave the warmth of your body.

You shifted beneath him, squirming as the intense feeling. Coriolanus was tempted to drag it out, to watch your face as the pleasure became too much for you to handle.

If it wasn’t for the desire to fill you, to claim you, he would’ve. There would be more times after this, he’d ensure it. He didn’t own a lot, but he treasured the things that he did.

“I can’t let you go, not now.” He meant to keep it inside his head, but the words spilled out. “You’re the only thing I want.”

At that moment, it was true.

Coriolanus gave one final shove of his hips before spilling inside of you. It crashed over him in an unexpected wave. His whole body shivered with pleasure at the feel of your body milking him. You wanted him. Your denial would eventually fade. He was sure of it.

Coriolanus let out a heavy sigh of your name as he watched your face. You’d turned your head, wincing as he filled you to the brim.

“Hey,” Coriolanus said when he finished, voice low. He ran a delicate hand over your face, persuading you to open your eyes. “We’re okay.”

As much as he didn’t want to, Coriolanus withdrew from you. You’d given up fighting against him, so he took the opportunity to help you redress. You were so pliant, it was like dressing a doll.

You rested your arms on your knees when he made you sit up. He wasn’t keeping you from moving from the floor, you chose not to.

Coriolanus watched you cautiously, searching for the same fire in you before, trying to figure out if he’d somehow snuffed it out.

There was a nagging in his gut. It was only for a brief second, but his confidence wavered.

“Can you talk to me?” he pressed, laying a hand on your shoulder and he knelt across from you, pants readjusted.

It was as if nothing happened, but you both knew that was untrue.

“Why should I?” You wrinkled your nose as you focused on the ground.

“Because, I care about you,” Coriolanus replied without thought, gaze softening. “I want to make sure you’re okay.”

“I don’t think you care for me,” you said in a tone so hushed, Coriolanus wasn’t sure if you even meant for him to hear. Then, you met his eyes. The fire had only been dulled, not put out. “I think you’re a liar, Coriolanus Snow.”

His hands fell to clasp yours. He brought one to his lips, pressing a small kiss to the back of your palm. You eyed him as if he were some sort of predator, but he managed a smile nonetheless.

“Let me prove it to you, and you’ll come to learn you’ve been wrong about me all along.”

THE OUTSIDERS BOYS WITH A GF THATS A SOC

n.o.t.e.s - Ngl there so daddy asf.

w.a.r.n - fluff, some nsfw mention, violence, blood, etc.

p.a.i.r.i.n.g - various!outsiders x fem!soc reader

w.c. - 1.3k

Dally

• Dally would have probably met you when you were in one of the movie drive-bys yourself, he probably would trouble you, by making some lewd comments or annoying, just for you to slap him.

• if you thought he would stop pursuing you after the slap, he would just bother you having more interest in you, some how you guys bump into each other in school or in the nearest mom-and-pop store

• You couldn't lie, you fell for him when he was near, and he also fell in love with you too. Soon Dally asked you on a date.

• Dally wouldn't care if you were Soc, he was still with you, even if you he was threatened by one of the other Socs boys. You always dismissed the matter, especially if it was by your ex-boyfriend.

• Lowkey I feel Dally would be obsessed with you, basically in love with everything about you. He loves affection from you.

• He would love pda just showing you off to the other boys in his group, flaunting you.

NSFW

• Dally would be a top; he would be hella obsess wit you.

• He would love rough sex and lowkey be into vanilla sex too. If he is down bad/horny, he would just throw you over his shoulder, taking you to his face. If you were talking to your friend, who was really horny, he would just scoop you up.

• He like getting his dick sucked; don't even argue with me.

• He would lowkey have a breeding kink, and I know he loves to see you with lingerie; he even loves you better without anything on.

Ponyboy

• He would meet you at school in one of his accelerate classes, sitting next to him, which was a shock to everyone in the class and him.

• You don't seem to care if he was a greaser, just wanting to know him better.

• Slowing he started falling in love with you, as instead of spending time in class, he would just stare at you from the side. Before you caught him, making him flustered turning red hue.

• But you fell in love with him too, Ponyboy would be intimidated by the other Socs in his class after you guys started dating, but you would stand up for Ponyboy thoughts against them, bluntly cursing them off.

• Ponyboy would treat you like a total goddess, helping you do everything.

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• Very vanilla; he would still be a virgin.

• It would be awkward since you were still a virgin too. Ponyboy would love to eat you out🥰; he would also love to get his dick sucked.

• He is probably non-experience, so you have to teach him everything, even though it is quite embarrassing.

Sodapop

• Sodapop would first meet you at the gas station where he worked, as you were pulling up your white sleek corvette. Sodapop would be introns with your beauty.

• He just started pumping gas into your car, momentarily giving you glances when he gave you the car, making you giggle at his action.

• But you couldn't lie that you weren't attractive to Sodapop, but you would usually visit the station daily, acting like you needed gas just for him to pump your gas, but soon you soda pop offer you to go on a date, and you agreed.

• Sodapop would love to be around you and treat you like a queen, he would probably dream to have a family with you, when he has enough money, just a house with you and him with your children.

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• SODAPOP IS EXPERIENCED.

• He would love to eat you out; I know this mf would to be into any sex with you. He would love to have rough sex, soft sex and vanilla too.

• SODAPOP WOULD HAVE A BREEDING KINK, ALWAYS DREAMING OF HAVING A FAMILY WITH YOU. He would love to see you with stockings; literally, make him so horny sm.

• Gives you hickies, like everywhere. like trying to cover them up would be so hard, like they're fucking everywhere.

Darry

• Darry would have first met you at one of the jobs he worked at, you were the first to flirt with him daily, and daily. Visiting him often.

• Soon Darry started getting feeling for but you were the first one to offer to get him a date.

• Darry wouldn't care if your Socs would probably treat you like a normal person.

• Darry wouldn't be intimidated by other Socs seeing you and him together, he's a machine, and his presence would probably scare him away.

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• I already know Darry has a size kink; just look at him. I know HE LOVE TO GET HIS DICK SUCKED, IK IT'S SO BIG TOO.

• I imagine when he fucking the shit out of you, his dick would just be too big, literally bulging out your stomach like omfg. He would have a breeding kink too, literally him filling up with his cum.

• He loves rough sex, fucking the shit out of you after work.

Johnny

• Johnny would be scared of you being a Soc, he would always move away from you, while you tried to learn more about.

• You manage to find him behind the football bleacher by himself, he was scared out of his mind, but you manage to learn about him, but once you smiled at Johnny, He felt little less jumpy when you come, but in private.

• You would be johnny's bodyguard with the other Socs in school, standing up for him and cursing some of the soc boys.

• Johnny would like affection from you like cuddling or comforting him when his parents fight, but you would be his emotion support when he's down.

• Soon Johnny would offer you a date, and you guys started dating. Johnny would treat you wonderfully, though he doesn't have the same finance level as you he would craft things or get flowers for you.

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• Vanillia, he just vanillia.

• He would be a sub, also a virgin like ponyboy.

• He would be hesitant for having his first time with you, has no experience.

Steve

• You guys met in the gas station he met, just like Sodapop. You got his attention with your friendly personality, smiling at him while you asked for gas.

• Steve would not give a shit if you were a soc; even if any of the soc boys tried to flirt with you, he would just threaten them with his switchblade.

• Steve would be protective of you, always holding your hand and helping you with your books in school.

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• He would fuck the shit out, rough sex, hell yes.

• He loves eating you out, eating you out like it his last meal.

• He def kinky asf, like look at him.

Two Bit

• You met two bit while he was shoplifting at one of the random stores, catching him stealing, and immediately scolded him, but while you were doing that He managed to slip some of the items in your purse, as you guys got caught. Leading to you guy getting kicked out of the store.

• two bit thought it was funny, but you didn't, yelling at him, just like Dally, just making him pursue you more, as he caught you in school and stores shopping.

• He would always annoy you and try to flirt with you, but soon you caught feelings for his annoying behavior, seeing his face 24 hours a time.

• But soon, he picked you up with a date, and you surprisingly agreed.

• Two-bit wouldn't care if you were a soc or greaser; he would just love you for who you were.

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• Rough? Yes.

• fucking the shit out of you, when he gets back from work.

• HE LOVES GIVING YOU HICKIES, JUST MARKING YOU.

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My prerogative 2

n.o.t.e.s - Yeehaw, @bunnimu

Part 2 of My Prerogative

w.a.r.n - Homelander being a warning, anger issue, gore topics, organs.

p.a.i.r.i.n.g -Homelander x Supe!Fem! reader

w.c. - 1189

4 weeks passed supposed off the accident happened. It was downtown New York, a few blocks away from your apartment. The Police and reinforcement and newscasters were there trying to find evidence of the massacre of human organs scattered in the alleyway.

'DAILY NEWS A BRUTAL MURDER HAPPENED IN DOWNTOWN NEW YORK,' the news headlines read.

It was a brutal scene; some sure came to the scene; it was something. Just to your luck, one theme was Homelander at the scene. It was interesting that a high-standing superhero was at the scene of the low massacre.

"She really gave us a show," he murmured with a little smile, his hand behind his back.

'VOUGHT' read from the building standpoint, home of the wonderous superhero as the seven. It must be pretty good working alongside superheroes; it must be a dream come true.

It really wasn't. But hey, you would do anything for the hefty paycheck that came into the mailbox, paying your bills. You scanned your id badge on your lanyard and walked into the bright building, holding your bag with you as you came to the elevator. Today was better than the week you had, especially with your crappy boss.

'DING' the elevator stops on the floor you're on as you entered in.

You felt better about today; you got a full night of rest, and you even got the time to make some coffee for yourself. Today was your day, bathing couldn't ruin it, you thought to yourself.

Pressing the floor buttons on the elevator panel onto the 68th floor, the elevator music pinning into the elevator; you stand on the side of the elevator until you hear some yelling.

"Wait! Hold the elevator!" a feminine voice ranged; you immediately press the opening elevator button, letting the women in before the elevator door was closed.

"Thank you so much!" she pants; she was holding a bunch of paperwork in her hands. "Busy schedule?" you respond, motioning to the paper she was holding.

"Uh, yes..mhm!" she responded as she look down, looking at her shoes.

"So, what department are you in" you place your hand on your hip as you stare at the shorter woman.

"Office management."

"PR"

After that, the silence was comfortable, more settling than what happened between and homelander.

"Oh, shit, could you press floor 38, please!"

"Sure thing" you pressed the floor on the elevator panel, and after that, some more silence settled in it wasn't awkward but better.

'Ding!" the elevator stopped at her station, and she stepped out, "Well, it was nice to meet you; oh wait," she stepped back before the elevator should close, "what's your name?"

"Y/N"

"Eliza, bye!" she waved as she ran to her office station; the elevator door closing as you only saw her brown hair in the wind.

It was refreshing to see a Vought employee not being a bitch to you, but I think today even improved for you, especially.

'Ding,' the elevator doors open, and you step out, walking to your office cubic with a bit of pep.

You didn't have to contact any stupid heroes, especially homelander. No whining, nothing from your boss; you opened the door to your office and sat down.

A big smile spreads across your face; nothing could go wrong or turn your body to face your computer.

Until your office door opened, the clanking of heels could be sounded in the silent office, gaining the attention of other people. It was a red-headed woman coming near you, holding a couple of folders in her hands.

You immediately turn your body away, hiding your face away from her, but it was completely useless. "Miss Y/N, isn't it right?"

You turned your body to her, "Yes, what do you need?"

"Straight to the point, I love it. My name is Ashley, and I want to give you a promotion of a lifetime! courtesy of Vought; if you can follow me to discuss further, that would be nice". She said.

"Sure.." you got up from your seat and followed her. You were an isolated space away from anyone, "Okay, so Y/N, this a wonderful opportunity for you. It's not a lie that you're a super, right?" She started, your eyebrows furrowed when she said 'supe.'

"What do you mean.." you respond to her accusation.

"Aren't you a supe, right? Well, we wanted you to tell us that you can become a professional supe, save people and be an inspiration to everyone, and also have a seat with the seven"

"What happened to transculent?

"Well, it's something I can't explain to you, especially, but..." she turned her head, "Would be a better step up than to work in a small office cubic.."

"How do you know?"

You immediately flipped her body and slammed her into the wall, grabbing her neck.

"How the fuck you know, Ashley. I'll snap your throat in half right now.."

She grasped your hand on your throat, and she slowly struggled against your strength. the clasp of boots echoed in the hallway, and a faint sight of an American flag was in your peripheral vision.

"Dammit" you took your hands off her throat. As Ashley rubbed her neck, with the faint grasp of your hand, the red mark was still on her skin.

You stepped away from her, as you stared at Homelander emerged from the shadows literally..

"You know, Y/N, that was a good stunt you pulled off earlier.." he said.

You furrowed your eyebrows as you looked at him. You bit your lips, "What the fuck do you want!" you barked at him.

"I guess Ashley didn't tell you yet, Join the Seven," he responded with a small smile. "Im not good at math, but isn't there supposed to be 7 people, not 8" you respond.

Ashley was still on the floor, as she looked between you and the homelander. Her face was still expressed a bit of fear as you were yelling at homelander.

"Well, transculent missing, so you would still have a chance to be in there besides your power, and the seven would be better than what that cheap semitransparent cocksucker has.."

"Well, there's no way that happening" Take a step back, in case you had to run.

"Oh, sweetie, even you know that running is useless.." he looked at you.

You back up away from him, as you took a deep breath, and broke into a sprint, even though you were warned, you didn't listen.

The last thing you heard was some murmuring from the homelander.

Running into some Vought employees as you pushed some away, damn, who knew this building was so big, it was even hard with your heel pinching your feet.

You were stumbling as you tried to push some of the employees away from you. You saw a brief look of another super, 'Wait, was that..queen Maeve" you thought,

Before you notice it is too late, the last thing you saw was black, as you feel your body thrown over something like a ragdoll.

Today wasn't a good one, especially for you.