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FIND YOUR LOVE | CORIOLANUS SNOW

summary: modern!coriolanus snow thoughts

cw: crack treated seriously vibes, typical coryo warnings, possessiveness/obsessive behavior, piss kink mention, period blood mention, spit kink mention, slight impact play mention, coryo and reader both have double majors because they’re overachievers, plus sized reader implications, drake mention, reader has bunny teeth & hip dips & glasses, talks of carving letters into skin, spying mention, overstimulation mention, images used in social media elements are not an exact represtation of the reader’s gender or image & are more about the vibes, “wife” usage but he’d feminize you no matter what, implications of sejanus playing the long game, 18+ minors dni

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Unaware rich kid because while a tragedy did happen in the family (his mother dying in childbirth according to his politician father who was later assassinated) nothing happened to really set them back to square one like in canon. He never really has had to claw himself back to the top, he’s just always been on a steady elevator ride to it.

Clumsy in the beginning in the way that he tries to be intimidating. He’s never had to starve so how can he understand its usefulness as a weapon?

Meets scholarship student double major classics and archaeology (minor in philosophy) reader who has only ever struggled.

The type to violently beat someone to near death on a whim and smirk as he’s escorted out of the police station with apologies because his family’s amazing team of lawyers were called.

Definitely part of some Saltburn ass family where you visit and you’re just like “what the fuck?” the things the 1% normalize (there are rumors of his family being cannibals back in the day, they might be a crime family, his high school principal fucked his mom AND his dad) never cease to disturb and confuse you but the gardens are very nice!

Strolls with you through them to seem romantic but also to brag about his family on your second date that he insisted be at his house (he was kind enough to let your first be at his family’s vacation house in the south of France)

Piss kink (creaks the bathroom door open to hold your hand or he leans against the door and stares you down if you take too long), period sex (more the type to eat you out on your period though) spit sharing and smearing, etc. Because of his carefully manufactured image, when he’s in love he just wants to completely let go and be gross and have that he accepted by the person be loves (plus it scratches the possessive itch in his brain by marking you and knowing you’d be too embarrassed to do it with anybody else)

Really only hand spanks you when you’re actively fucking and he’s so caught up in it all, he just grips the flesh of your ass and furiously jiggles it in his hands in between brisk strikes of his open palms and gets caught on your hole accidentally, it gets to the point where you’d want him to hit harder even if you thought you wouldn’t be into it because it’s just so unintentionally teasing.

Unlike the stereotypes, wouldn’t really be into drinking (other than wine because he thinks he’s above the beer drinking peasants) or drugs (other than the occasional line of cocaine 🤭) thinks keeping a clear head while you’re doing evil plotting is important. Typical white college rich boy hypocrisy (keeps you away from it though, even weed because it can kill your brain cells and he likes his bunny smart.)

He WILL carve his full government name onto you like a womb tattoo if you answer his texts 5 seconds after he expects you too. You CANNOT play with him.

Asked you out by leaving a bouquet of roses on your desk every morning with a note like “these are my grandma’am’s roses, and their beauty could only remind me of you 🥺🥹” (he threatened your roommate to deliver them and made sure they did thanks to the hidden camera he also had them put in)

Double major Political Science and Latin, minor in Philosophy but he likes ancient/older philosophy more. #1 “um actually 🤓👆” offender (hell is hot but his body runs ice cold, so he does not care <3) someone says they like philosophy and he goes “name three philosophers other than Nietzsche and Camus. I bet you’re the type to read Kafka too huh? whore.” (/j)

So hot though like modern Coryo has the curls but a touch shaggier. Everyone on campus turns their phones to the side and takes “discreet” pictures and makes those whisper posts like “need me an unhinged crazy jealous psycho possessive bf” but they’re not you so that wish will never come true :)

Say you’re going to McDonald’s, and he will kill you (if you’re from the south and you try to feed him anything traditional you’re used to, his charcuterie board and caviar eating ass will implode)

Another student in class asks you to borrow a pencil & his brain genuinely goes haywire so without looking he sends them the “let’s play a little game I made” TikTok (by the time you look back at him, he’s warmly smiling as he makes sure you see his hand sliding up his thigh)

If you think you’re working after getting your degree (he could’ve made you drop out, be grateful you get to spend more time together this way) then you’ve got a big storm coming (hope you can accept being baby trapped mwah)

He’s your little chihuahua named sparkles that bites people.

Emotional drake listener

The type where if you 99.7% (he will allow some wiggle room) give into his delusion and insanity, it’s nothing but smooth sailing (for you) and sex would still be passionate but never rough. Sometimes he slips a bit, but you just get more family heirloom jewelry and 5 billion sessions of oral as apologies.

On the swim team and runs track (somehow still looks hot no matter what doing those sports, wants you lick all the sweat off his body after he’s done. (he’d do that for you.) has a private yacht and does polo with Sejanus.

You once sat down, opened a package of cabbage leaves and went to town & Coryo knew in that moment that love is not a choice, it’s a curse.

Buys you mountains of clothes (the softest sweaters or the tightest evening wear because he loves how nothing about your body is hidden from him and one of his favorite ways to wind down is to soothe the marks left by the tight clothes digging into the chub of your tummy with his tongue) also loves how much bigger your thighs get when they spread out as you straddle him in one of his buttons up that reaches just under your ass.

Has a garage full of classic cars that he fucks you in and takes you on drives in.

(Insp. by that one video) fucks you on your stomach while cradling your jaw and when he’s done, he’s kissing down your back and all over your ass while hold a hand on the back of your neck. Eats you out upside-down kneeling straight up on the bed, the skin of your thighs spilling between his fingers as he grips them and nearly bends you in half. You don’t really ride him because he uses you like a fleshlight.

Tits guy no matter the size, prefers jerking off over them and covering them in cum over a boob job.

He won’t let you out in it, but you can be his bunny for Halloween since your front teeth remind him of a bunny, he already has the ears and tail waiting for you. That tweet where it’s like “okay everybody my bf’s about to walk in you all have to clap or I’m blowing this whole fucking building up” but that’s him when it comes to you.

Canon era snow is a girl dad, but modern snow is a boy dad, I fear.

Met you when you had just finished checking into your dorm, you were scrambling all over the place and without looking you bumped into the it boy of the school. His hands suddenly curved like shackles around your hips, his fingers subconsciously stroking your hip dips being the only reason you both didn’t careen to the floor from the collision.

“You should be more careful, wouldn’t want you to get a nasty bruise now, would we?” said with an unreadable yet playful tone and a snake’s smile, lips slightly curled up in the corners and a little too many teeth showing to feel truly comforted. His tongue flicks over his canines for a split second.

Smells like Maison Francis Kurkdijan’s baccarat rouge 540 (buzzcut Coryo gives Dior Sauvage vibes)

Matching airpod max sets and lets you put little bows on his.

Impeccable cable management, phone wirelessly charging on the nightstand or kitchen counter until it’s at 100% and doesn’t charge it again until it’s at 1%

Teaches you how to swim if you don’t know how, with a hand curled under your neck and another under your thigh to help you float. But has no problem just lounging with your back on his chest on the deck of his yacht or laying his head on your chest while you read together on the private beach he booked during your trip.

Slowly fingers you while making out with you and massaging your throat with his other hand. His chunky rings make clanging sounds against your pussy, and he smiles into your lips when you whine. He rests his forehead against yours & slowly spits in your mouth when it falls open as he makes you cum over and over until you’re too tired to leave the apartment he bought for the two of you.

Jiggles your tummy rolls when you’re fucking but sometimes, he’ll just casually bite them, loves laying his head on your stomach and when you sleep. He likes to have a firm grip on the chub of your tummy. He also just plays with it, pulls it, and kneads it but occasionally he’ll gently smack it.

NUTS ON YOUR STRETCH MARKS LIKE HE’S ICING A CINNAMON ROLL

Anyway, his grandma’am owns a fleet of flower shops across the country as well as managing the snow family’s gardens, and luckily enough the one closest to campus was hiring when you enrolled!

Pisces sun Capricorn rising Aries mars, stay strong.

Has to look you in the eyes or he can’t cum.

Always keeps glasses cleaner and a microfiber cloth on him so the second he sees you rub your eyes in frustration because you can’t see through them anymore (because in your mind that would somehow fix it) and reach to grab them off your face, he’s snaking his hand out and snatching them up. He doesn’t even give then back to you; he tenderly tucks your hair behind your ears and slowly slides them back on your face. literally booping the center of them with a grin. Also has your custom designed glasses case (with his initials) in one of his bag’s front pockets.

You asked him to buy you the Gojo skin in Fortnite and he grumbled “you already have my information.” But in his mind, he’s like “what does he have that i don’t?” 💀 (he’ll lose his mind when he finds out you like Geto more). Will play with you on a team consisting of the two of you and Sejanus. (so, he can keep an eye on you two)

Has very pretty cum, pearly and so thick you get jump scared when it leaks out because your pussy tries to weakly clench to keep it inside and it just pushes through. Cums less often but when he does its huge continuous loads, humps against whatever part of you he can like a dog and lays his head on your chest.

You could almost argue he likes anal more than anything else. When he eats you out, you run an extremely high risk of him “getting lost” and starting to eat out your other hole. When his dick slips out, he makes you watch while he slaps it against your clit and drags it through your slick to teasingly act like he’s going to push it into your ass.

Kisses his camera when you fall asleep on facetime if you’re apart from each other. wipes his lips afterwards though for sanitary reasons.

For sure the type to go overboard when someone says they want honest advice. Then when they’re on the verge of tears and he’s made everything worse, he goes “that’s just me though, who am I to judge yk? take it with a grain of salt.”

Museum dates but he’s pointing at depictions of goddesses and saying, “that’s you.”

Will drop kick those annoying Sephora kids if you need a certain product that they’re going after.

Y’all are battling for who has more products, your bathroom so is huge but every time you move something’s always falling off the double vanity sink.

If you need an inhaler or an EpiPen or anything like that, he’ll always have one on him. when you need it, his reaction is so fast you almost can’t see it and he tries to hide how his hands shake slightly even if the attack you're dealing with is more minor.

You could tell him you hate coconut and when you go on your fancy little dates to 5 stars restaurants, if your plate has even the tiniest hint of coconut, he’s sending that back with the harshest glare on his face imaginable (“They asked for no pickles!” *Gunshots* vibes)

Gets jealous of fictional characters, you show the slightest interest in a man who’s literally not real and his eye nearly falls out from how much it twitches.

The possessive bf coded TikTok trends you’d make him do would go crazy though like the nails on his dick through his pants one, any princess treatment one, any one where you’re dancing and he has to cover you, “hey daddy” & other text ones.

Alarms every five minutes, not only for him but he wants to be awake at the same time as you for a bit before you have to go your separate ways during the day. (kisses your temple when you slump against him while you try to wake up)

“What’s up, Petal?”

“What’s up, Coryo?”

While he acts like he’s been doing you a favor all this time, he would get you that engagement ring that has a spike going through the finger bone in it, and he would get a matching one <3.

Double penetration with a dildo that’s a replica of his cock 😻😽

Closet bi (childhood crush on Sejanus, who btw has been eyeing you too much for his liking lately.)

Scars on his back from An Incident. shaved his head and dropped out of school for a bit but it wasn’t hard for his family to get him back in

Gives you the worst side eye when you ask him to play Roblox total drama island with you but when Sejanus offers, he’s galloping to his pc (he absolutely kills it, like he’s undefeated and he’s not afraid to bully whatever kids are in the game)

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a/n: this is lowkey so cringe but i am free. i hate him (i'd tell him i love him on the first date.) will definitely do more with this verse but have this brainrot for now. hope you enjoyed anyway! btw i'll actually be opening comissions next month. so i'd really appreciate it if y'all would keep that in mind! talk to me about modern coryo or any version of coryo lol.

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The prosthetics used to create Coriolanus’ head shaving scene in the Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes!

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I need this man biblically.

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this man is taking over every fibre of my being and i HATE IT

i want control over my own mind again thanks!

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Charles being sassy for 39 seconds:

all vids are from Clara 🤍

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Sensitive to cold

Sensitive to loudness

Sensitive to water

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HELP

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baby and his favorite sweatshirt

b&w is recent!!!!

i fr thought his ass shaved his hair again i was abt to rip my hair out

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he just does whatever i love it

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melting snow

summary: the subtle, obvious, sweet, and at times - dangerous - ways Coriolanus shows his love for you.

tags: coriolanus snow x fem!reader, possessive and lovesick!Snow, mostly fluff with light allusions to smut, significantly off-canon from movie (no lucy gray and no sejanus betrayal), CW possessive/dark behavior, graphic descriptions of murder, violence (it's only the last bit of this fic that's quite dark/violent, so feel free to read up until then. Please take care of yourself!!!)

☆ word count: 4.6K+ words ☆

⚠️ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞.⚠️

one: subtle praise

At the beginning, he would mask his true feelings and physical urges towards you with a tight lipped grin and a reserved compliment. Something that acknowledges something you've done objectively well, with a genuine softness that didn't apply to any of his other classmates, but seemingly delivered in a nonchalant matter to feign indifference.

"Great dodge." he'd say to you, both of your chests heaving from adrenaline during fencing class. You'd nod gently, a shy "thank you" leaving your lips.

But when Clemensia wins the next round against him, Coriolanus doesn't go above simply shake her left hand in courtesy before leaving the arena briskly.

"Well played." he'd joke, when it was revealed during the final student appraisal that you'd beaten Coriolanus' marks by a few points. Despite Archane and Felix throwing subtle jabs at his way for "losing" the star student title, you'd just shrug off the compliment profusely, praising him endlessly.

"A mere fluke, really. You're the brilliant student. I reckon I just study hard and get lucky." you'd reply, straightening the cuffs of your jacket nervously. The blonde always found it so endearing how bad you were at taking compliments.

So different from the rest of the scum in Capitol, he thought.

Eventually, he'd start to turn his verbal compliments towards things unrelated to your capabilities and work. And more towards things that were of a personal nature, like your looks and dress.

"Your hair looks very nice today." he comments one afternoon late after school, his shoulders brushing against yours as you both await your rides home. Your hands fly up to your hair, to the small crown of daisies adorning your head, as if you've almost forgotten what you were wearing.

"You think so?" you shyly ask, looking up at him nervously. "I wouldn't have worn it to the academy if we hadn't been called down on immediate notice. It's just that the family I babysit for on the weekends, their daughter just turned six and... well, she was very insistent on making me a flower crown."

He finds your embarrassment awfully cute.

"But I swear, when Dr Gaul turned to look at me today, I thought she was going to kill me."

Coriolanus only rolls his eyes playfully at that, knocking his shoulders against yours.

"And what would she know about first rate fashion? You look amazing."

It's the nicest compliment you've gotten over a silly crown of flowers, your heart warming and your breath stuttering at his words. It's what motivates you to lightly squeeze his right arm before you get into the car, your touch lingering in his mind long after you depart.

A month later, Coriolanus runs into you at the farmer's market on a Sunday. His instructions by Tigris to "buy some bread and oranges for tomorrow" are almost forgotten in one fell swoop when he sees you. Free from your usual academic attire, you're wearing a flowy lilac dress which sits right below your knees, the silky fabric glowing in the yellow sunlight.

"This color really suits you." he decides to whisper in your ear after discreetly sliding into the space next to you, the action so sudden that it causes you to jump. Your shoulders soften when you recognize his striking blue irises, and then you pout, punching him right in the chest.

"You scared me, Snow." you jokingly scold him. "And where are your manners? You should always introduce yourself first to a lady."

He pretends to be wounded by that, hand on heart whilst leaning backwards.

"My deepest apologies. Would this help?" he asks, effortlessly pulling a white rose from his back pocket. He revels in how your gaze lightens up in awe and amusement at the gesture.

"Perhaps so." you reply back, fingertips brushing against his.

The blonde takes it as a sign to slide it behind your ear, the memory of your etheral form with his flower tucked behind your right ear etched into his mind before you're called away by your friends.

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two: soft touches

Once he's sure that his feelings are reciprocated, Coriolanus would start to step the line over into something more serious. He's not willing to open up immediately nor is he necessarily a man of romantic prose. A large part of him is scared, even, of the way you make him feel.

After all, what is love if not vulnerability?

And how he could be vulnerable with you, a woman so far out of his league, widely adored and your family amongst the wealthiest in Panem?

So it would start off when the class seating arrangements are changed and you're seated next to Coriolanus for the remainder of the year.

He'd start to purposefully spread his legs a little bit wider than usual, his knees always brushing against yours.

He'd take every chance he could to lean over to explain something to you, his face a few inches away from yours, if you ever seemed stuck on a question.

He'd open the classroom door for you in the mornings and offer to carry your heavy textbooks back to your family's car after school, insisting that it was because he wouldn't want you to trip on your heels. And if you'd ever insist on carrying the books on your own, he'd keep a gentle hand on your upper back to keep you upright "in balance."

Once, whilst presenting a speech at your father's fundraising dinner that you'd stayed up all night preparing for, you accidentally lose track of your speech. You stumble on your words, voice cracking in panic as you start to scan the page of thick text, all of which suddenly seem jumbled up and nonsensical.

Sensing distress, Coriolanus' hand quickly moves under the table to squeeze your left hand (hanging by your side) in a reassuring manner.

It's only then, somehow, that you find yourself able to re-focus on the printed text and continue your speech. Afterwards, you squeeze his hand back and whisper your gratitude.

"I owe you, Coriolanus."

Another time, it's a formal ball being hosted by the academy to mark the holiday season. After a few drinks, you're tipsy and manage to drag your friends up towards the balcony, despite it snowing outside and being below zero degrees.

Cautiously watching your every movement by where he's leaning by the bar, Coriolanus quickly makes an excuse to exit the conversation he found himself trapped in, before walking outside towards your shivering figure.

Your dress certainly isn't helping your situation, it being a satin slip dress with sleeves and a conservative cut out by your shoulders. It exposes your chilled skin as you rub the naked space with your arms, your staggered breaths coming out in white puffs of smoke.

"Corio! What're you doing he-" you start to walk towards him but nearly trip, his arms coming to supporting your body last second to save you from falling completely on your face.

"You shouldn't be outside in this weather." he comments, amused, as he helps you find your balance once more. But you refuse to re-enter the ballroom, choosing to instead excitedly ramble about how wonderful winter in the Capitol is and how you can't remember where you've placed your bag.

Listening earnestly to your ramblings with a smile on his face, he quickly shakes off his blazer.

"May I?" he asks. You blink slowly, heart fluttering at the gesture.

"O-okay."

The boy then carefully drapes his blazer over your shoulders, the act immediately enveloping your senses in his signature smells - oakwood and rose. Your fingers clutch the lapels of the jacket, your nose burrowing in to the softness of the fabric.

"Are you sure you won't be cold?"

He's freezing, of course, but he keeps his posture straight and tuck his hands into his pockets.

"I'm just fine. Don't you worry about me."

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three: nicknames

Once you two become an item, Coriolanus moves on to calling you affectionate names.

Of course, he'll prefer to call you by your name in professional settings - like during a presentation, in front of the Academy staff, at formal galas and dinners - but when it's just the two of you, or around people you both trust, or when he's jealous -

He almost never calls you by your name.

Darling is the classic, lovestruck expression he uses when he's being his most vulnerable. It's what he whispers into the gap underneath your neck when he's waking you up in the morning, landing kisses across your collarbone during sunrise. It's his greeting when he surprises you with a bouquet of flowers on your birthday, right before he whisks you away to a trip to district 1. It's what he cries into your hairline when you are hospitalized following a rogue rebel explosion on your trip home.

"Darling... darling, can you hear me?"

Coriolanus' voice is foggy, your head still ringing from the loud explosion earlier, but your heart still races at the sound of his voice and the touch of his hand on yours. Throat croaking, you try to respond with an affirmative "yes", to which your boyfriend responds by quickly grabbing a near by cup of water.

Gently guiding the glass to your lips, he treats you as if you're a fragile porcelain doll: smoothing down your hair gently and fluffing up your pillows to lay you back down. It's only then that you get a good look at him under the flickering lights - the bags under his eyes look heavy, his usually neat hair a complete mess, his blue irises blood shot.

"Have you been sleeping, Corio?" you ask, worried, your thumb rubbing circles onto his palm. He chokes up at that, shaking his head sideways with a sad smile.

"How... how could you ask me that, darling? You've been in the hospital for days."

"I hope that doesn't mean you haven't been sleeping for days." you quip back, raising your eyebrows. Your boyfriend opens his mouth to lie, but the twitch of his lips gives him away. So you instead shift towards the left of your bed, making space for him on the mattress.

"Come on you silly man."

He smiles a guilty grin before snuggling up next to you, letting out a heavy sigh of content at your warm body against his.

Petal is his sweet, infatuated name for you when he's referring to you in conversation or calling out for you in front of friends and family. Tigris never fails to tease Coriolanus for the name, but he doesn't mind it - you're his flower, his precious petal.

"I can't believe you think this is ugly." Tigris sighs at the dinner table one night, shuffling through the myriad of designs on the desk. "This was going to be the design I send off to the boutique tomorrow."

"I didn't say it was ugly, I just think this design is far nicer." Coriolanus responds, pushing forward the blue design in front of him. His cousin pouts at that, clearly unsatisfied with his answer.

"Petal-" Coriolanus calls out for you, where you're cooking with grandma'am in the kitchen. "Could you come in for a moment?"

When your confused face pops into the room, Tigris quickly calls you over, dramatically stretching out her arms to grab you.

"Mr Snow seems to think this design - the gold sweetheart dress with lace trimmings - is uglier than this blue version. What do you think, (Y/n)?" she earnestly asks, pushing over the two designs to your direction. You shuffle through the papers intently, studying each drawing up close, before ultimately taking Tigris' side.

"I'd say your eye for design is impeccable, Tigris. And that Coriolanus should perhaps stick to things other than fashion."

That makes both grandma'am (who is listening in from the kitchen) and Tigris, burst out in laughter, with the latter throwing her arms around your waist in a sideways hug.

"Ah, I knew you were my favorite for a reason." she jokes.

"Petal, you wound me." your boyfriend jokes, a small scowl on his face for show. Though, when you lean down to kiss him, the scowl easily melts away.

My doll is what he calls you when he's driven sick by jealousy and possession. As, much to Coriolanus' distate, you have many admirers - due to you coming from a wealthy family and being a well known socialite in your own right.

Coriolanus has never liked Felix Ravinstill, but he swears his hatred for the president's son only tripled after you and Coriolanus became an item. Felix was never shy about his attraction to you - the forward compliments, the invitations to his house after school, the rush to sit next to you during lunch periods. But now, the blonde thinks, it's getting full on desperate.

As you sit reading a book in the hallways of tha academy, waiting for Coriolanus to finish his talk with Dr Gaul, the dark haired boy decides to chat with you. When your boyfriend opens the door discreetly, upon hearing your voice mingle with someone else's outside, his vision nearly turns red at how close the other man is to you.

You're pointing out something in your book to Felix, your innocent eyes fixated purely on the black and white text and thus completely missing how shamelessly the man next to you is eyeing you up and down. It takes Dr Gaul's shout - "actually, Ms (Y/n), could we have a word regarding your last proposal" - for Coriolanus' rage to slowly fade.

Instead, he starts to feel cold, hardened logic putting a plan into motion.

And once you're inside the classroom, Coriolanus doesn't hesitate to slam Felix up against the wall, making sure to angle the boy's head to hit directly against a marble statute. The impact isn't hard enough to crack the man's skull, the last minute measurement in Coriolanus' head ensuring that he wouldn't be punished for injuring the president's son.

But he makes sure that the impact hurts enough to leave a mark.

It makes Coriolanus' heart twist in pleasure.

"You better leave my doll alone, Ravinstill. She's not interested in you. She's never been interested in you." he spits, snarling like a ravenous dog.

"You're delusional, Snow, if you think she'd ever want to stay with you." Felix manages to spit out, trying to wiggle his way out of the taller man's hold, but Coriolanus is too strong.

"You're the only delusional one here. It's pathetic, really. All that money and social connections in the world, and it'll never be good enough for my doll."

Coriolanus can tell that hit a nerve with Felix, so he lets go of the shorter boy, nearly throwing him away to the side in the process. Pride and ego surges through his veins when you appear and call out for Coriolanus, so the blonde makes a concerted effort to kiss you fiercely for show.

His arm snaking around your shoulder to pull you right up against him, a devious smile on his lips.

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four: lavish gifts and deep marks

Things only escalate once Coriolanus' tribute ends up winning the hunger games and he's crowned the winner of the Plinth Prize. Now saddled with money, reputation and a full ride scholarship to the university funneled by the Plinth family - he finally finds himself able to spoil you in all the ways possible.

Fresh flowers adorn your windowsill every morning. The finest jewellery and newest luxury bags are delivered to your doorstep at random. Perhaps most impressive of all, he buys a two bedroom apartment near the center of the Capitol for you two to move into.

"How'd you..." you can't even finish your sentence when you first see the place: the prime location, the high arched ceilings, the stainless marble... He hadn't even allowed you to pitch in any of your own - or your family's - money to buy the place, insisting that it was to be a complete surprise.

His arms come around your shoulder to hug you close, swaying you from side to side.

"Generosity of the Plinth family and the spoils of being the victor, darling." he drawls in your ear.

You're still in awe, hands tracing the intricate patterns of the roman columns supporting the ceiling, when he starts to tug you up the stairs.

"Would you like to see the view from our bedroom? It's magnificent."

Of course, Coriolanus' new elevated status and recent memory of acting as a mentor in the hunger games - planning, guiding, and having a role in the extended play of human lives - it all makes him quite obsessive and possessive of you. Given that you're one of the few people in his life who has known him for years now, before he was a mentor and before had all this money and status...

He has to make sure to keep you in his life. He's made a lot of enemies, after all, many of whom would like to harm him. And with his undying love for you, hurting you becomes an attractive option for his enemies.

So Coriolanus gets more possessive by becoming more shameless in public. He'll gladly call you his love in front of crowds of hundreds. He'll kiss you breathless and squeeze your lower back if he thinks a man is staring a bit too long at you. And when he knows you two will be separated for a few days - usually due to him having to travel out of the Capitol on business matters - he'll leave bite marks on your neck.

You didn't even think about how noticeable the marks might be when you rush out of bed one morning, having promised to attend an engagement dinner of a fellow classmate, Clemensia's. Your rude awakening comes when, mid-way through the rehearsal, Sejanus leans over to quietly ask if you've brought your foundation with you.

You scrunch your face at the odd question.

"Uh, yes... I have a powder compact in my bag, why?"

Your friend smiles at you apologetically, before motioning to your neck.

"Because, (Y/n), it looks like a vampire has bit you."

And when you look at your reflection in your wine glass, it's clear that you have odd, dark, bite shaped marks littering your collarbone and neck.

Later in the week, when Coriolanus has finally returned from his business trip, you try and scold him for it.

"I nearly died of shame, Corio. Seriously, you should've seen how Arachne was looking at me the whole night." you sigh, just as he laughs.

"You're over thinking it, darling. Besides, you weren't complaining when I was leaving those marks on you on Tuesday."

You open his mouth to scold him again, but find yourself unable to mutter a smart response, your thoughts flying away when he's back to attacking your skin with his mouth.

After all, you're like a drug to him - he can never get enough.

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five: killing for you

Once Coriolanus is sure that you're not going to leave him, he finds it appropriate to take it to the next level: marriage. He drops a few thousand dollars on a large diamond ring, a ring which he makes sure you never take off (except in the shower).

At this point, the thought of losing you nearly equals his fears of losing everything he's built so far: becoming wealthy, powerful and well known amongst the Capitol's elite. He's terrified of living in a world without you and so he considers anyone who is deemed a threat must be dealt with in a secure, efficient manner.

No mercy, no hesitation.

After all, Coriolanus thinks one night, whilst sharpening a spare knife in the kitchen: if you give a rebel an inch, they'll run a mile.

The first person he kills is a security guard who fails to do their job correctly in protecting you.

He'd been hired by Coriolanus to protect you in your daily transport from the mansion to anywhere outside the Capitol (most often, to districts 1-3 to support your family's business dealings). But the bodyguard had failed to protect you one fateful winter day, leaving you to stumble back home with a twisted ankle and a busted lip as your bodyguard was only able to neutralize the threat after a few minutes of tussling with the gang's leader in the snow.

Your fiancee was fuming, sending you off to a near by hospital with grandma'am, before he motioned for your bodyguard to come downstairs to the empty garden.

The blonde didn't even feel an ounce of sorrow as he pulled the trigger, simply ordering the next bodyguard he'd hired to do the messy job of disposing of the body.

The second person he kills is a rebel who attempted to sneak a bomb underneath the car transporting you to the Capitol, following Coriolanus' announcement as candidate for the presidency.

The rebel was apprehended by the security detail team pretty quickly, so fast in fact that you weren't even made aware of the threat on your life. All you're told that day by Coriolanus' subordinates is that "there had been a change of plans" and you were to go to a fundraising dinner at an art museum instead to raise funds for the campaign.

And whilst you're off at the dinner, making a passionate speech for his presidency, Coriolanus makes an order for the rebel to be dragged out into the fields.

"You dare threaten the love of my life?" he sneers into the rebel's face, which is already bloodied and broken beyond recognition. The animalistic rage pumping through Coriolanus' veins is unlike anything he's ever felt before, and the gun in his hands suddenly feels like too much of a merciful ending for the rebel's crime.

"Just kill me." the rebel spits, but that only makes Coriolanus let out a sinister chuckle.

"Don't worry, I will. But I think a gun shot will be far too quick."

Instead, Coriolanus orders the man to be placed into a cage - a prototype that was being designed as a trap for the next year's games - and for a tub of venomous snakes to be released.

Whilst the other workers in his campaign look away from the horrific sight, Coriolanus just stares in great interest and pride. Once the screaming dies down, he calmly disposes of his bloodied shirt and hails a ride to greet you at the museum entrance.

"All good?" you ask, noticing an odd expression on your lover's face. But he just kisses you lightly on the lips, chuckling.

"Of course, petal. Why wouldn't it be?"

And so on and so forth. Whether it's directly or indirectly, Coriolanus becomes ruthless in securing your safety and your love. And he's so good at hiding it, he thinks, until one day he becomes a bit sloppy.

It was supposed to be an easygoing dinner at the mansion, a wealthy donor - his top donor, his campaign manager had informed him - named Robert Hemingworth had requested a private dinner. Coriolanus intially wanted to refuse, hating the thought of inviting a stranger to his home, but both you and his campaign manager agreed that it was best to play nice given the money at stake.

"For your troubles." Robert had said on his way in, a snarky smirk on his lips. In his arms were a basket of wines and grapes worth a pretty penny, but Coriolanus couldn't help but think that there was something about the brunette's gaze that he didn't trust. But with pursed lips and a fake smile, he forced out a thank you and invited the man into the foyer.

"What a... charming little abode." the oil tycoon had drawled, his gloved hands tracing along the walls. The sly comments and odd compliments (in truth, backhanded compliments) continued through out the night, all the way from appetizer to the main course. Sipping on copious bottles of red wine in an effort to keep himself grounded, Coriolanus was managing to keep his temper down until the older man asked about your whereabouts.

"Will your charming fiancee not be joining us?"

He froze at the man's questions, the hungry look in the millionaire's eyes and the underlying threat weighing down the atmosphere. The desserts had now arrived, two maids scurrying in with small plates of bread pudding, both of whom Coriolanus quickly dismissed with a wave of his hand.

"She's out with Tigris. Dress shopping." he'd decided to leave it at that, his left hand squeezing his glass so tight the glass started to crack. Coriolanus had hoped the man would leave the discussion there, as he wasn't sure what he was capable of doing if the older man didn't.

But the man continued. A disgusting moan escaping his lips in satisfaction after biting into the pudding, a devious smirk on his lips to match.

"Ah. Well, what a shame. I was hoping she would be part of the dessert."

No sooner than those words leave the millionaire's mouth, Coriolanus' left hand grabbed the knife laying on the board in front of him, where moments ago the maids were cutting cheese and ham. He then brings the blade to swiftly meet the older man's stomach, white dress shirt staining crimson red, all the while Coriolanus refuses to break the man's gaze.

"You fucking disgust me. Everyone in the Capitol fucking disgusts me one way or another, but you? You dare invite yourself to my home?" he retracts the knife, before stabbing it back into the suited man's flesh, each pause accentuated by another driving force.

"You dare speak about my love in such a vulgar manner?"

"You dare insinuate such sinful acts with my beloved?"

"You dare try and buy your way into her body?"

The marble floors are now flooded in a sea of red, the man's dying chokes and Coriolanus' heavy breaths overwhelming the room. The room stings of the smell of copper when you enter the space, quietly closing the door behind you, as you were only able to see the man on the floor and your boyfriend standing on top of him from the entrance.

"Corio? Love?"

The blonde turns around at the sound of your voice, face etched with annoyance.

Annoyed that you'd have to be subject to a vulgar sight like this. Annoyed that he'd stained your new kitchen set with an unworthy man's blood... And most of all, annoyed that he can't tell what you're thinking: your face kept completely neutral as you slowly approach him.

"You're back early." is all he decides to say, testing the waters.

You look down at his hands, soaked in hot blood, then down at the man who is writhing on the floor.

"Found what we wanted quickly, I suppose." you reply, stopping next to Coirolanus before leaning down to get a better look at the dying man. "Right, what was his deal?"

"Hm?"

It's only then that your plain expression breaks, your usually light eyes swimming with sinister charm, a coy smile breaking out on your face.

"Come on, Corio. You don't seriously think I didn't notice the amount of odd stains on your cufflinks? Or the terrified looks the house servants give you since the beginning of our engagement?"

He blinks, surprised. Coriolanus had always assumed he was covering his tracks well. Or that, at the very least, you'd have something to say about it all.

"He was making rather vulgar comments about you, darling. The bastard seems to have been making donations in an effort to get closer to you." he slowly explains as you stand back up, nodding slowly.

"Hm... Yes, that is rather concerning. And I suppose you've gone too far ahead for us to save him, always the temperamental lover you are." you tease.

Your humorous response and your unwillingness to run away from the darkness of the situation, it awakens something fierce in Coriolanus that he hasn't felt for you before.

"I suppose."

The euphoria he feels when your delicate fingers lace his to grab the knife instead, before you finally drive the blade down and end the man's life, is indescribable.

"I think you owe me a new dress." you say quietly, dropping the knife onto the floor.

The blonde wastes no time gathering you up in his arms, kissing you so fiercely that it almost hurts your neck.

"I think I owe you more than that, darling. How about the entirety of Panem?"

He'd do anything for you. The entirety of Panem be damned.

a/n: omg this has got to be the darkest piece of writing + fucked up ending I've ever written in like years of writing on tumblr 😅😭 but idk I'm obsessed with an idea of Corio's partner being someone who embraces him wholeheartedly and surprises him by being darker than she seems on the surface.

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(me)

i want his chain to dangle over my face.

[paracosmparadise]

He’s my boyfriend but he doesn’t know it yet

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Y/N was squirming. 

He knew she would be, just by the way her face had fallen when he had patted her knees and stood up to full height, telling her to go take a shower. He’d stopped her before she went in, lips brushing her ear as he told her explicitly not to touch herself- he’d know if she did- or he wasn’t going to make her cum before they went to sleep. So He could see it on her face as she padded back into the room with her cute little silky blue night dress that she was on edge, but it’s exactly where he wanted her to be. 

He’d queued up a movie on his television, leaned back in his briefs under the sheets as his eyes drank her in, watching her approach the bed and stand at the side he wasn’t occupying with a nervous wringing of hands. It wasn’t that he wanted her to be apprehensive, no, but he wanted her a little on edge so when he gave her what she wanted, there would be a bit more desperation there. “C’mon in the bed with me, pretty.” He patted the spot next to her. “I only bite a little bit.” 

His joke made her giggle a little, a tiny bit of tension leaving her body as she tried to navigate how to work this. Was she supposed to cuddle him? That was a bit too…. Relationship-y. Wasn’t it? Or was it more of a trust and comfort thing? She cuddled with friends lots of times, but it usually wasn’t after they’d fucked her throat and left her to wither away in her puddle of arousal.

 The man also looked incredible. There was no way he was real, considering he looked like some guy out of an editorial shoot. Black briefs low on his hips, a soft trail of hair leading beneath it- and she knew what laid under them. The prettiest, thickest cock she had ever physically seen. He had loads of tattoos, more than she had anticipated, but they were beautiful. His arm was under his head and muscles bulged a little, hair messily swept back on his head though a bit damp. He must have used the guest shower much quicker than she had used his own. 

He’d been incredibly thoughtful though, as she saw brand new products for her in his shower. Similar scents to what she usually chose, actually, and it made her wonder how he’d gotten it so right. Danny wouldn’t know what scents she gravitated towards if she handed him a damn list, and one of her body washes had been in his shower for the better part of a year. Harry, however, had bought her a really nice shampoo and conditioner set, a body wash, lotion, razors (if she wanted, he had said. He didn’t have a preference of what she did or didn’t do), toothpaste and a toothbrush. An electric toothbrush, no less! One of the expensive ones with the round brush head! She’d have been happy with one from the grocery shop, but the thoughtfulness had made her feel a little more curious about him. Did all of his submissives get this treatment? Did they all sleep in his bed? She didn’t like the feeling in her tummy she got during that thought process, not just because of the thought of him with other people but the fact she shouldn’t have any feelings on it to begin with. It wasn’t her business, point blank period.  

Still, despite her racing thoughts, she crawled into the bed as gracefully as she could manage, sitting a bit away from him as she pushed the duvet over her legs. 

“That far away?” He frowned, pursing his lips slightly. “Am I making you uncomfortable, Y/N? You really don’t have to sleep in here. I like the idea but I’d never want to push you in this regard.” Harry wouldn’t ever want her to feel forced to do something, especially outside of their playing. Sure, he loved pushing boundaries when they had scenes but this was a whole different ball game. He could see she was slightly stiff and it made his stomach clench in unease, turning slightly on his side to look at her. 

“No! No, not at all.” The girl rushed to squash that. “I’m not uncomfortable with it at all. You’ve been so great, H.” She smiled softly, scooting closer. “I just wasn’t sure if this was something you really wanted to do. I haven’t done a lot of this and Danny doesn’t usually cuddle or anything and I didn’t want to be presumptuous, you know? I-I try to read signals but it can be a little hard for me sometimes when it comes to other people, and I didn’t want to just curl up on you even though you said to get in cause I know I can be a little bit needy.” 

Harry had to wonder, yet again, how the fuck Danny managed to keep her. Because how the fuck did he get a sweet girl like this to begin with? Didn’t cuddle her? And obviously, he made her feel needy. That was so fucked. The anger settled low in his chest, jaw clenching slightly at the idea of this poor thing curled in a ball on the opposite side of the bed. Probably a little cold and feeling lonely in a bed she was sharing with someone meant to love her. In all honesty, it was fucked. His heart broke for her a little bit, frown deepening on his lips as he reached an arm out and physically tugged her into him after a moment of silence. 

“I don’t know what it’s like when you’re with him, sweets, but it’s not going to be like that with me. I like a bit of neediness, but wanting to cuddle isn’t that. It’s natural. Especially having an intimate moment with someone. Doesn’t matter who it is.” He had to wonder if she’d ever gotten proper aftercare. If this was later on in their little arrangement, he’d have showered with her. Run them a bath, maybe. But he was putting feelers out for limits. It hurt him to think she had those types of thoughts. “I really like cuddling in general but… It’s important to have some sort of affection, some sort of aftercare when you’re intimate like the way we are. It’s why we stopped and I checked in, it’s why I kissed on you- other than the fact I enjoy it. You need to feel cared for and safe. That’s the only way this can work.” 

Even in the scenes he’d had where it was just a one and done, he made sure that he took care of the subs after. Getting them water, cleaning up their sweaty faces, their bodies, giving them a cuddle until they felt good enough to move on from it. It was the basics. He’d been taught early on, even when his mother was just giving him the whole birds and bees talk, that taking care of your partner post sex was incredibly important. Sometimes it escaped him that shitty people like that existed. Aftercare was a requirement for him, his dom friends, and the clubs he frequents. 

“Oh.” Y/N had yelped slightly with his strength tugging her across the bed until she was pressed into his body, her hand landing on his sternum for support. He spoke so passionately about this that it made her feel… almost embarrassed that she hadn’t had that in the past. It was usually… “It was usually like… We finish and then he falls asleep.” Her eyes fell down to his chest, avoiding eye contact. 

Harry’s jaw clicked but he tried to relax it when he could see slight confusion on her face. Poor fucking thing, his experimental sub. She’s been mentally fucked by the guy. One thing the man didn’t have tolerance for was neglectful partners. His fingers traced over her shoulder, frown still evident as he took a deep breath. “Being intimate is a gift. Someone allowing you access to their body, kinky or not, it’s something you shouldn’t ever take for granted. I’m sorry that he’s made you feel as though wanting attention afterwards is needy. That he’s not taken care of you. I know this may be a bit of an overstep and I apologize if it is, but you know that it isn’t right, yeah?” It just wasn’t something he could stomach. “I know that a lot of men… I know that they’re very neglectful of their partners because of selfishness or lack of knowledge but it isn’t really an excuse. It makes me sad to think of that happening to you. And it’s never going to be that way with me. Even if you get punished- if you ever feel truly neglected and uncomfortable emotionally, it’s your right to say so. I know M’just a friend, someone showing you ropes but I do care about you. I imagine that will grow into a deeper friendship by the time we finish, but you’re worth a lot more than what you’ve been offered.” 

It made her stomach turn a little. All of it. Nerves at how tenderly he was treating her, at the things she realized slowly that she was missing. Harry seemed to be a genuinely good guy and it was messing with her head. He wasn’t even her boyfriend and yet he’s felt safer for her than Danny had in a sexual setting. Even more so, the urge to please him was even more intense. She just wanted to make him happy, to make him smile. Maybe it was wrong of her to feel so happy over his reassurance but there wasn’t much she could do about it. It was finally getting a taste of the things she had been thinking about in her dirtiest dreams, only better. 

Maybe it was also the fact that her cunt was still a bit achy with need and he had told her to pace herself. But she wanted more than ever to climb on top of him and beg, beg for his hands or mouth or cock to take away all these stupid thoughts that were running rampant in her brain. “I- I appreciate it.”

She said quietly. “I just wish my brain could just… shut up. It was weirdly quiet when we were…” her cheeks heated as she struggled to say it out loud. 

“When you were getting your mouth fucked?”

It was a soft spoken sentence, casual, but it lit her tummy up more. How he spoke so flippantly about it with a tiny hint of a smirk. 

“Y-yeah. It was nice to not be overthinking. I like when you’re in control.”

It was further proof to him that she was just the perfect natural little sub. While he wouldn’t tell her things quite yet- or possibly ever in order not to discourage her- those urges probably wouldn’t just go away. It was the dominance she craved. Something she wasn’t getting in other instances. 

“Well I’m glad that I could make you feel better.” He sighed, letting his fingers run over her exposed throat. “I hope I can continue to give you that while we explore. Is that why you’re feeling shy now?” 

“Mhm.” It was odd for her to feel the mix of comfort and humiliation from him. All of these feelings were so new, at least letting herself feel them. Harry was being gentle with her in a way she didn’t know she needed. Of course she craved the rougher bits of him, when he’d show her how it would be to be spanked or when he’d finally fuck her dumb, but the easiness of talking to him despite her slight intimidation was a relief. Though- it didn’t do much to help her aching cunt. She’d been worked up all week. Even just sucking him off she felt like she could cum just from the brush of a hand. But he was pacing her. 

“I think that isn’t the only reason.” He murmured, running his hand over her arm. “Do you want to know what I think, pet?”

Y/N immediately felt a shift. There was something subtle but so fucking palpable about the way his eyes changed, his voice shifted into that croon that made her want to whine- embarrassingly so. Going to nod, she remembered his rule about speaking out loud. She didn’t want to disappoint him. “Yes, Sir.”

The smile on his face felt like a reward, a soft hum leaving his chest at the words. “Very good. I like when you listen to me.” He praised. It made her feel like there was sunlight under her skin, cheeks heating up and chest filling with giddiness. “I think… That you’re being a shy little thing because you’re still wet and achy, and you want me to do something about it.” There was a pause as he shifted a bit closer to her, moving the hair from her face before taking ownership of her chin, tilting it up to meet his eyes. “You’ll come to know that communication is everything. Especially with me. So, I want you to tell me what you want.” 

It was times like this that she hadn’t been expecting. The intensity and nerves that shot up her spine but the contrasting way it felt so right. Like this is how she wanted to be treated. He wasn’t one of those doms that didn’t like eye contact, she found. Instead he demanded it of her. Green boring into her own, stealing her breath and her thoughts clearing until the only thing she could think about was him. But still, she felt the slight humiliation as she tried to say what she wanted. 

“I want… I want you to touch me, Sir.” 

The shakiness of her voice pleased a part of him. She was doing so, so good. Better than he had ever expected, remembering his honorific and keeping the eye contact he had silently asked of her. It was his job to push her, though, which he fully planned on doing. “Where?” A brow was raised as he looked at her. “Where do you want me to touch you, and why?”

Taking a shuddery inhale, Y/N tried her best to be good. “I want you to touch my cunt and… and I want to cum.” Her face felt like it was on fire as she did her best to maintain eye contact. It was hard not to look away when she felt embarrassed saying it out loud, but the pleased look on his face made it worth it as he nodded, squeezing her chin in appreciation. 

“Very good, pet. I like that answer.” He made no move to touch her any more than he was though, tongue peeking out to wet his lips as he kept his gaze staring in her face. “What do you think about trying something fun?” The possibilities were endless, but he had one particular idea in mind for her. Testing the waters a bit more with her and seeing what she liked. 

“I’d like that, Sir.” She peeped, already feeling the slickness between her thighs. It was pathetic, really, how quickly the man in front of her made her feel needy. How quickly she had fallen into this dynamic, at least the beginnings of it. She knew that she really hadn’t seen much of it yet, but Harry seemed to be more than capable. “What did you have in mind?” 

“Well…” He exhaled slowly, running his hand over her cheek. “I was thinking about tying up your wrists, sitting you in between my legs and having you watch me make you cum.” The suggestion was tame, sure, but it would be her first real experience with any sort of bondage. Something she had been curious about for ages. By the mere look on her face she knew he would be able to tell that she liked that, but of course she’d have to answer. “You’d have to wait for permission to cum for me, but I think you can handle that.” 

“Yes, I’d love to t-try that, Sir.” She whispered, eyes drooping slightly as his fingers found their way into her hair. The comforting feeling was so nice, it made her gasp extra loud as he found his grip at the nape of her neck and tightly held it as his mouth brushed over hers. 

“I know. You’ll love anything I give you, my needy pet.” He chuckled. “So what’s going to happen is, we’re going to sit up and move to the end of the bed. I’ll tie your wrists together with some pretty silk and get behind you.” His nose rubbed over her own. “When I let you cum depends on how good you are. If you keep your thighs spread, if you answer me properly. If you do all those things, I’ll reward you and let you cum all over my fingers like I know you’ve been thinking about since we met to talk about this. You aren’t subtle.” 

The burn of being called out was something that aroused her more. She went to reply but was cut off by his mouth, a bruising kiss pressed to her lips that she immediately melted into before it was cut tragically short. Harry liked to keep her on the edge, it seemed. Pulling away from the things that made her feel good to make her a bit more desperate. 

Harry was swift after that, sitting her up and pointing towards the end of the bed as he pulled open a side drawer. He had told her to keep her eyes forward but the mirror view didn’t allow her to see what was inside said drawer, her curiosity peaked. Turning around she could see the long piece of red silk hanging from his hands, slowing padding in front of her. “Wrists together, please.” 

Y/N didn’t know how he could wrap her hands together in such a way that it looked pretty but there was definitely no way she could get out of them. Her heart flipped a little when there was a bow placed right by where her hand and wrist met. “Wrapped nice and pretty.” He murmured, having her give it an experimental tug. No movement. “Good. I wrapped firm enough you shouldn't get out of it but not enough that it will hurt circulation. If at any point you panic and you don’t want the restraint, what do you say?” His expectant look made her swallow. 

“Red, Sir.” She knew it very well now. So far, nothing had made her feel even close to yellow,, but it was reassuring to know that he cared so much for her comfort. 

“Excellent.” He nodded. “M’gonna get behind you and you’re going to put your legs over mine. I want you nice and spread for me.” 

Y/N was a mix of things, but excitement overruled all of it. She wanted to finish so badly, wanted to feel his fingers inside of her. Well, really, she wanted his cock but she knew she was being eased in and his prick was not beginner friendly. This would be okay for now… But it didn’t stop her from wishing she was full of it now. Her back felt warm as his shirtless chest pressed against it, the thin nature of her nightdress making it hard to hide from any of it. His legs spread around her and she carefully lifted each let so her thighs were over his, allowing his arm to aid her in leaning back. 

A thrill went through her body as his head rested against the side of hers, meeting her eyes in the mirror as his fingers ran from her knees all the way up her thighs. The nightdress did little to hide anything now that she was spread, but Harry finished it off with his tugging and moving it to the side so he could see her. The matching blue panties were on display- along with the wet patch right in the middle. 

“Look at that.” He whispered, low drawl vibrating against her back. “Wet for me already. I knew you would be, but soaking through a part of your panties?” His tongue clicked as he chuckled, fingertips brushing her inner thighs to make her shiver. The deep voice, featherlight touches, the teasing, all of it had her slightly on edge in the best way. “So pretty. But I have to admit, I think you’ll look even better when you’re ruined.” Lips brushed the shell of her ear and her eyes began to shut when she felt a sharp smack to her inner thigh, making them pop back open with a yelp. “Didn’t say to look away. Keep your eyes on us.” His tone was hard making her shrink back, lips pouty. 

“M’sorry, Sir. It just feels good.” Maybe the excuse was pathetic, but it was the truth. It was hard to concentrate when he was touching her.

“I know, but you’re going to have to keep those eyes open. I want you to see how gorgeous you are.” He really did love the vision in front of him. Seeing the vulnerability on Y/N’s face, her wet panties, her bound wrists. It was sinful in the best fucking way, knowing he was the one showing her the ropes- pun intended. Maybe there was a tidbit of corruption kink at play, but letting to unleash the inner desires of the woman was more than fulfilling to him. “As I was saying… I know we’ve started off slow, but I wanted to ease you in. And, if m’being honest, I’m having fun drawing this out.” His eyes took in her face as his hand covered her cunt, cupping it and squeezing over the mound as her breathing picked up. She was being good, keeping her eyes open but dropping her head back further on his shoulder. “You just focus on being good for me. Feeling what I do to you. What you like, what you want more of. Just remember not to cum without permission.” His lips pressed against her cheek sloppily. “M’gonna move these over and get a look at what I get to play with.” 

It was, again, slightly humiliating being spread out like this- But Y/N liked it. She liked watching his fingers peel the fabric off of her cunt and tuck it to the side, revealing how her lips glistened and his fingers spread her open with a groan. Her hole was exposed to them both through the reflection as he explored her. Harry took his time, using his fingers spread in a v shape to rub her slightly. It didn’t get her clit but just the stimulation had her shivering, trying her best not to buck her hips into his hand. “Fucking gorgeous.” He muttered, eyes intent on the pretty cunt he was going to ruin. “I can’t wait to play with you. Make you swollen and sensitive…” He groaned. “When my cock gets inside of you and you’re dripping with me… Think I’ll fuck it back into you with my fingers, just like this. We’ll revisit this position and you’ll watch yourself take it.” His mind was going to a lot of different places at once, so the steadying deep breath did a lot to bring him back to now. 

Right now he had her in his lap, at his mercy. Bound arms, she kept her closed fists on her belly as his own explored her, the other drifting up to cup her breast. “You did so well for me before, Pet. Took my cock in that eager little mouth. I knew you’d be good at it. You’ve got the perfect lips for it.” She really did. He didn’t discriminate, considering a mouth was good for lots of things, but she had the perfect lips for his preferred. “I love how wet you get for me. Must have been a sopping fucking mess before I made you change, hm?” He almost wished he hadn’t made her wait and started to teach the delayed gratification lesson later so he could have experienced that- but this was only the beginning of making her beg, making her wait. 

It did occur to him that this was a temporary arrangement, that she wasn’t his, but for the time being she was. He was going to take every single bit of her that he could and enjoy it as much as he could all the while making her feel fulfilled. It didn’t feel fake or temporary when they were playing, which was most likely a cause for concern but… For once in his life, he ignored that gut feeling and continued his selfish wants. His fingers found her clit, ever so gently applying pressure to it and feeling her restrain herself from squirming. She genuinely did such a good job so far that he felt his own sort of pride, beginning to circle his fingertips around her sensitive bud. He could hear her breathing get a bit labored, feel his fingers get a bit more wet, but he continued the slow ascent into making her beg. 

Harry always loved sex, he loved the dynamic, he loved kink, but he really loved pleasuring people. Of course, he’d experiment with orgasm denial and such but his preferred method was overstimulation. Coaxing as many orgasms as he could out of people- nd with Y/N, he was very fucking eager to do that. He wanted to watch her sob for him, tears on her pretty, hot cheeks as she begged- even if she wasn’t sure what for. 

Seeing her now, flexing her hands as he rubbed a bit harder and her body reacted to his touch, it fueled that part of him. “Does it feel good?” He questioned, swirling the digits around the wet clit. “You’re being a little quiet, Pet. Is it not good enough?” 

Immediately he got a whine out of her, shaking her head back and forth. “N-No! It feels good. I promise sir, it’s so good.” She whispered. “I just feel… I’m empty.” Her eyes fluttered before remembering to stay open as he dipped down, spreading her again and watching in the reflection as she clenched around nothing. So badly did she wish he’d shut her up with his cock, slip down his briefs and just take her. Rut her into the bed and make her cry. Y/N knew she needed to feel that, to experience it, but he was teasing her. 

“Ah.” He nodded like it made perfect sense. “I knew you’d be like that. Want to be stuffed full because no one’s ever done it right for you.” It was a bit of a shit thing to say but to his surprise, Y/N nodded. “I know. My poor little pet… M’not going to give you my cock just yet. You need to be patient for that. Don’t think you’ve earned it.” He sighed. “But I’ll give you my fingers, yeah? Know we’re starting easy and you want me t’rough you up, but I want to see how easily I can make you mess all over my fingers.” 

Y/N did indeed want him to rough her up. She wanted her ass bruised and her throat sore, she wanted her hair wild and his spit and cum to make a proper sloppy mess of her body, swollen nipples and sensitive cunt- but he was in charge here. This was part of letting go, giving him the control. Sitting back and allowing him to decide what the right decisions for them was. She knew she technically had all the power, could make it stop at any moment- but she would cry if it did. It felt too good. 

So as soon as his finger slipped into her, she let out a high pitched noise she’d never made before. His finger was far longer and thicker than her own and she didn’t think straight when trying to close her knees- only for the finger to be removed and a harsh stinging slap delivered to her cunt. A choked moan escaped her throat, eyes wide as he swatted right over her clit and made her whimper again. “I’m sorry sir, I’m sorry. I didn’t think and it felt good-” She was shut up with the hand on her breast leaving to collar her throat. 

“Shut the fuck up, sweetheart.” His voice was rough but it went straight to her throbbing clit, finger pressing back in as her throat was held by his palm and kept her from sagging against him. “Don’t do it again. M’being nice to you and you should remember that whenever you try and close your thighs that you’re the one begging me to be between them. Don’t try and push me off.” 

Y/N listened and stayed quiet with her words, feeling his finger begin to fuck into her. It was hard to concentrate on watching when it felt as good as it did, but the visual of his digit coming out more and more wet, watching as it smeared down to the knuckle and surely got his palm wet made her even more worked up. He didn’t give a shit about the mess, more like he enjoyed it. 

“There we go. Keep those legs open for me. M’adding another.” It was embarrassing how close she was. How weepy and wet her cunt was from being smacked and having his hand around her throat, from the residual taste of him on her tongue. She’d never been treated like this before, always had a seedling of shame wrapped around the evergrowing fantasy. She’d never experienced someone who treated it as normal and accepted as Harry did, and now he was feeding directly into it. Nurturing it so it could grow. Honestly? Y/N didn’t know how she was going to go without wanting this. It was even better than she had originally anticipated, but she wondered if maybe it was just Harry himself. KNowing how to read her, how to talk. How to touch. 

His fingers curled as he fucked them into her, her tummy jumping with panted breaths. “Sir….” She whined, toes curling as he found a sweet spot. A spot she’d never been touched at before inside of her, making her want to buck her hips. “Right there, please keep-  keep hitting me right there. It’s so good.” Her words felt rushed as they tumbled off her tongue, her eyes watering at the pleasure. This was unlike anything she had felt before, her hips rising a bit as his palm slapped against her clit and his fingers continued their assault on the spot he had found. 

“There we are. Found the spot, didn’t I?” He chuckled, dark eyes watching her hips twitch and her desperate attempts at being good. She wanted to be his good girl so badly, so much. He could almost taste it off of her. “Is this going to make you cum? So quickly?” 

Y/N flushed, nodding her head. “Yeah- yeah, I want to. Can I, Sir?” Her breathy voice made his cock twitch against her back. It had barely taken any time but he did remember that she had been withholding for a bit. Being hit in the face with her fantasies must have been a lot to make her needy like this, and he fucking adored being the one to do it to her. Loved knowing her own boyfriend could never and would never do it for her like this. He curled his fingers around her throat, carefully finding the appropriate place to be fore giving a little bit of pressure. The girl in his arms keened, eyes rolling back as she bit her lip. He wasn’t doing much, no, but testing the waters yet again

“I dunno, sweetheart. Doesn’t sound like you want it.” He nuzzled his nose against her hair. “Beg. Beg for me to make you cum. Do you deserve it?” Maybe it was a little cruel but he wanted to see her eyes continue to gloss over. He knew he was hitting that spot and it was making her crazy, and he’d been thinking about this since their first meeting. Soaked fingers and dripping down his wrist, fucking her with enough force her breast shook a little bit and she was struggling to stay still. The impact he wanted.

“Please, please… I do, I’ve been good. I’ve been trying so hard to be good and I’ve been so achy. It feels…” She hiccuped in between words. “It feels so good and I’ve felt so empty. No one’s- No one’s ever touched me like this and I feel like I’m crazy.” Her hips did indeed buck, which he pressed back down. “I need it, I need to cum. Please, I’ll do anything.” Her mouth fell open as he fingered her harder, the wet sound of his palm hitting her clit and the squelch of his fingers fucking into her weepy hole filling the room. His fingers on her throat tightened a bit, the headrush making her leak a sob out. “Please Sir, say I can cum. I wanna be good, I need to be good- please, please-” 

“Cum.” He snarled against her ear. “Cum for me, now.” He felt slightly overwhelmed watching her break. The first time he got to see it as her eyes scrunched shut and her mouth fell open, her hips lifted up and bucked into his hand as her head fell back into his chest. She looked divine, filthy, perfect. His grip on her throat loosened, letting her get back as she worked through her orgasm and gushed all over his fingers. Y/N was messy, but it was one he fucking loved. Unhinged in a way, so unsued to the normals of the dynamic that she turned her head and kissed him. 

Harry didn’t usually kiss during orgasms. Not with Subs that weren’t his- but the problem was, she sort of felt like his. The way he responded with vigor, licking into her mouth as her hips twitched and he stroked over her spot, making her shudder in his arms before pulling back from the wet kiss and wiped the saliva stringing from their lips with his thumb. She took it right into her mouth, sucking on it without being prompted. 

“So good, Angel.” He praised. “You did such a fantastic job. So fucking gorgeous when you cum f’me.” Withdrawing his fingers, bringing them to his mouth to suck clean. 

Y/N’s fuzzy brain melted slightly at the sight, an audible sound leaving her mouth as she watched him clean her off of his hand. Tongue flat as it dragged up his palm with a heady groan, her warm body buzzing from the intensity of her orgasm and his actions. She’d never come that hard in her life. Ever. It was unlike anything she had ever been treated to before, and she found herself wanting to ask to go again. Orgasms prior seemed extremely lackluster. Stil, she was dripped down to her ass and she knew she’d need to be cleaned up again. “I did good?” Her weak voice peeped, loving the praises. “I taste good too?”

“Perfect. You taste… so fucking sweet.” He muttered, grabbing her jaw and licking into her mouth so she could share the taste. Harry was a man with a high sex drive and an oral fixation- and it was safe to say that if he wasn’t trying to pace himself, he’d be spreading her open to lick her clean. Next time. “You did incredible, my sweet girl. M’so proud of you. You’re doing so well with me.” Every lick of it was true. She’d fallen into it easily, much easier than some he’d seen in the past.  

“Good. I want to be the best for you.” She whispered, swollen lips curling into a smile. “Want you to cum too. Please.” It wasn’t fair. At least to her. She wanted his pleasure too, to make him feel good as much as possible. 

“Mmm… Not this time, sweetheart.” He laughed, pressing another kiss to her cheek. There was a mental note to himself to maybe stop being so kiss-happy, but… he didn’t want to. “Remember, I told you I like to edge?” At her nod, which he allowed this time, seeing as she was sagged into his chest, finally resting.  “I like to do it to myself, too.”

#the favor #harry styles imagine #harry styles x reader

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This is literally me and my dad in driving lesson 😭😭🚘✨

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This part of their interview with Martin Brundle killed me, Charles had such a visceral reaction to Carlos saying "I'm not going to be here."

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