tags: angst with a happy ending, break up (cause snow's on the run), snow yearning/longing for reader
snow never wanted to break up with you! he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, but when he turned into a l'cie, he knew that the future he dreamed of was out of reach for him now…
he was now on the run and to not make you a target as well, snow broke up with you as soon as he could, trying to break your heart in a way where you'd have an easy time to move on from him
but even after all of that, snow still couldn't forget you. all this time that he was on the run, he kept thinking about you, wondering what his life with you could've been like, if only things went differently…
until eventually, snow's journey brought him to the town you lived in once more. and despite his better judgement, snow found his way to your place…
there he was, standing in front of your door in the middle of the night, as he poured his heart out to you, telling you how he couldn't forget you, even after everything that happened to him
“i just can't let you go.” snow sighs softly. “no matter how hard i try, it's not possible. i love you more than anything else there is. and i know it's selfish of me to ask this, but… if i survive all of this, will you take me back?”
It's not much but its family. - Coriolanus Snow X Reader
summary: Coryo taking you home to meet Grandma'am and Tigris.
A/N: Been writing for these characters lately to heal my inner middle school self. I am lowkey a snow hater after reading Ballad, but I am trying and my friend had this idea and it was born. Probably out of character but whatever.
You straightened out the hem of your dress again, a soft floral gown. You weren't a fashionista by any means, but you wanted to make a good impression, considering Coriolanus had told you his cousin was very stylish you had picked the magenta dress with the floral print that hugged your figure just right. A trendy dress that costed too much money.
After roughing over your dress's hem, your hands re-fixed your hair, nervously fidgeting with the ends. Coriolanus stopped and turned towards you as the two of you stood outside the building where the snow family resided.
"Hey," he said softly, brushing a stray hair behind your eyes. "You look amazing. They'll love you, I'm sure." He reassured you. "I'm a little nervous." you confessed. "Don't be. Tigris will fall in love with you just as quickly as I have, and Grandma'am is charming, in her own way." He explained, still sensing your unease.
You took a deep breath and squeezed his hand. The two of you progressed forward, up into the building and to the front door, where Coriolanus had interlocked his arm with yours. He opened the door to the suite and called out for his family.
You entered the foyer, where Grandma'am, whom you had heard so much about sat with a cup of tea, she greeted you with a soft smile. "You must me Y/N," Tigris chimed with a sweet smile, extending her hand for you to shake. "I'm Tigris," she said sheepishly.
Coriolanus turned to you. "This is an important moment for us," Coriolanus said. "I thought it was time I bring her around," he stated. he sounded so official, stoic.
"Well, Coriolanus," Grandma'am spoke. "She certainly is beautiful I see why you speak of her so highly." She said, You flushed pink. The two of you were classmates at the academy, and he had grown fond of you quickly, clinging to your curiously. It turned into a budding romance, which was moving fast though you didn't mind at all.
"Would you like some tea?" Tigris offered, you politely declined. "Well don't be shy if you change your mind I'm happy to make more for you." she said in her softness. "I absoluetly love your dress by the way." she said excitedly.
Tigris and you had spiraled into a conversation that felt like gibberish for Coriolanus, who wasn't well versed in the high fashion of the Capitol, and didn't care for fancy dresses in the way his cousin does.
"Dinner is almost ready if you'd like to help set the table." Tigris finally offered, putting the boy to use. He had been nervous himself, though he would not have admitted it, but now he felt eased knowing that the three of you got along just fine.
Corio set the table, with the nice placemats and dishes, he was slightly embarrassed they didn't have finer dining china, but he knew you were more than understanding.
For dinner, Tigris had made a delicious lima bean soup with ham broth, and you were now relaxed enough to be hungry, The four of you beginning the meal with a respectable nature.
"This is wonderful," you said after your first mouthful of the hot liquid. Corio sat next to you, giggling as some dripped down your mouth, embarrassed you reached for your napkin, but he already had his gently dabbing away at your skin. "It's an old recipe, not much, but it's very filling," Tigris said modestly. "Thank you for cooking, I'm not much of a cook myself." you said.
"Well I am not a chef, but I do what I have to." Tigris added.
"She made a delectable tart last week with some berries I picked up. She's only being modest." Coriolanus said. Grandma'am contributed to the conversation here or there, but you felt her eyes piercing through you.
"Well, either way, Tigris thank you for preparing dinner for us." you said politely. "Yes, Tigris, thank you." Coriolanus added. She nodded and smiled, happy that everyone was enjoying her meal, more so that the family was together again. The tension felt less heavy, and you felt more comfortable the longer the night went on.
After dinner, you spent the evening chatting away, The cousins shared a few memories from their childhood and you smiled happy to hear about them, even Grandma'am had shared a few quips.
After a while you excused yourself to the restroom, and closed the door behind you with an exhale of relief. Coriolanus looked at his cousin, waiting for an approval, since the conversation had gone better than he had anticipated, and everyone's mood was elevated.
"she is just lovely, coryo." Tigris whispered, knowing it was rude to whisper about dinner guests while they relived themselves, but knowing the her cousin would appreciate the sentiment.
"She will make a fine wife one day, she could carry on your legacy." Grandma'am brought up. Coriolanus hadn't thought of it in that way just yet, about your future together, but it sparked something in him, something happy.
He had his eyes on you since he first saw you in class, and he had been magnetized to you ever since, using his charming ways to explore you even further. He felt assured, and confident now.
"You should take her to the garden, It would be so romantic," she whispered so cheerily." That was a good idea, he would save that for later certainly.
The bathroom door creaked open and you rejoined the group, sitting in your seat next to coriolanus. "Well, it's getting late, my dear," Grandma'am said. "I'd best be off to bed," she smiled, excusing herself. "It was great to meet you," you said softly. she smiled and uttered a soft "Likewise."
As Grandma'am shuffled to her bedroom, the cousins stared at one another, Tigris wanted to kick Coriolanus under the table, her eyes were screaming to him, but he didn't know what it meant. "I am going to tidy up the kitchen." she said standing from her seat and pushing the chair under the table. "I'm happy to help," you offered.
Tigris turned to you, "Oh no please, I could never make a guest help clean," she said, wandering off. she leaned closer, barely containing her excitement. She was such a sucker for a lover story. "I think Corio wants to show you something special." she said, they shared another glance.
He didn't want Tigris to have to be his wingman, but he was thankful. "Yes," he nodded and turned to you. "Would you like to see our rose garden?" he asked. you nodded slowly. He ushered you up to the rooftop while Tigris tidied the remnants of dinner.
As you approached the rooftop garden, the cool air hit your skin and the evening glow of the moonlight illuminated the space. There were several rows a pristine roses growing from small planting pots. It was impressive, You didn't know the snows had a green thumb. The sweet fluttery scent of their pedals flooded your senses and you walked forward, just beyond them was a gorgeous view of the city, illuminated by various lights and bustling streets below.
"This is beautiful," you exhaled softly. Coriolanus stood beside you and took your hands. You sighed again, as he caught your gaze.
"I hope they liked me," you said.
"They loved you," he said softly with a chuckle. "I have not seen Tigris that happy in a long time. and she loved your dress," he offered. you nodded swiftly.
"It's quiet up here." you said slowly, hearing the city buzzing with life. "I come up here sometimes to think," he said.
"Thank you for coming home with me tonight." he said, he didn't let many people in the way he had with you, but when he did, it was special. "Of course," you said, gazing into his eyes, admiring his soft curls.
"And, I think Grandma'am really likes me." you said now, in a more playful manner. "She said i'd be a good wife.." you trailed off flushing at the thought, Mrs. Snow, you both thought.
"Well give me a few years," he chuckled. "If you're going to be my wife, I'd like to get you something nice." You giggled at the thought, being married, spending forever with him.
You wrapped your arms around him loosely, embracing each other. "Well until then," you said keeping up the playful and heartwarming banter. "Maybe I could learn some of those family recipes for you." you said.
Coriolanus flushed, the thought of you with a ring on your finger, so irrevocably his... he was lost in the daydream, and pulled back into reality by your soft lips, which embraced with his. He melted into your embrace, his heart racing. You pulled back, resting your forehead on his, gazing at his soft features illuminated in the moonlight glow.
tags: smut / suggestive, absolutely in love!snow (simp), snow wants to marry reader, silly & wholesome fluff, rough when jealous
a/n: i am not immune to pretty boy himbos like snow 😔✌🏻 he's just so fine, i can't help it! so here's a treat for me & the other 2 snow fans on tumblr–
snow is incapable of not falling in love with you, when you moan his name so softly whenever he kisses you roughly!
snow assumed he could easily just hook up with you and remain friends but he caught feelings for you the first night you two spent together!
he's so obvious about it too and everyone around you two notices, even when your little friends with benefits affair is supposed to be a secret between you two
snow is absolutely addicted to you! it's not just your body that drives him wild, but your smile and the way your voice sounds when you say his name too
everytime you cuddle up against him, after a long night together, falling asleep on his chest, snow envisions his future with you
he can't just pretend like you're ‘just a friend’ to him or ‘just someone he hooks up with’! he's utterly in love with you and wants nothing more to be able to call you his!
even the thought of you with another man drives him mad and he can barely stand to see you talk with another guy, always worrying he could lose you to them!
you usually notice his jealousy, due to snow quickly dragging you off to the nearest secluded place and taking you even rougher than you're used to!
though the best times with snow are when he's all soft and gentle with you! kissing every inch of your body, praising you and mumbling something about how badly he wants to make you his…
Snow isn't one to back down from a challenge— this time it was a stupid competition between you two while playing a chocobo racing game on your couch. He was sure he’d win, but you are undoubtedly the better gamer here and you elbow him as you blast off at the speed of light, driving past him while cackling victoriously.
“Oh, no you don’t!” he groans and gets ready to have his revenge. He grins, knowing this would be the way to defeat you.
“Shit, run!” you scream at your chocobo, “jump! do something!”
“Are you letting me win this easily?” he asks with a cocky tone in his voice. You see from the side of your eye how he winks at you, earning a scoff from you.
“You think I’m that easy to win?” you reply, feeling the heat in your cheeks and you notice how his gaze lingers on you slightly too long, causing him to hit a wall in the game, “I thought you were trying to win.”
“Maybe I need to use something else to distract you,” he thinks out loud.
And suddenly you are pinned against the cushions of the couch and he is hovering over you, while you try to play the game with one hand on the controller. “H-hey, this is not fair—” you protest in vain as you try to decide where to keep your eyes at.
He lets chuckles, leaning in to ghost his lips over yours. The noises from the game tell how far you have fallen in the race, but you swallow hard as he slowly traps your attention and body underneath his.
“Snow,” you exhale weakly and you feel his brush against yours temptingly, fire burning in your core. He returns you his trademark grin and you never thought before how weak he makes you, until now.
Then, he suddenly pulls away, “looks like I won.”
“Wh—what?” You are still recovering from the sudden jump on you; your heart is pounding against your chest like it wants to escape and blood roars in your ears.
“Sorry,” he says with a boyish charm and winks, “can’t have you winning every round here.”
You hit him with a pillow, receiving an “ow!” in the process.
“Oh, you better be careful next round,” you lick your lips as you sit up and finish the course— the last spot reserved for you. The rest of the evening goes on, full of mischief and sabotage.
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)
Vibes:
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.
watched tbosas and what better way to commemorate than to write a little piece for this man! experimented with themes i haven’t really written before, but it was great! :-] happy reading and HELLO SAILORRR
coriolanus snow who catches you forthwith when you try to craft your escape. it’s no surprise - his nous is extraordinary, top of the cream, and his delusions are even more so inclined. you’ll think he’s angry with you, come to make little peace and destroy it if it has, but when he stares at your with bloodshot eyes, it surprises you first. his hands are soon driving at your sides, his head sunk against your neck and soon enough, the two of you are attempting some sorry attempt at rekindling in bed, later.
coriolanus snow who likes to slot his fingers in your mouth, seeing how many you can take before you’re choking on your attempt at conviction. it would start out innocent (ironically), where he’s brushing your lips with his fingers. light, delicate, before his head filters into red; the smell of your heart heavy on his tongue. he has a sudden urge to bite, push, and a finger enters you mouth. if you’re surprised, it is barely noticed, because his rough fingers mesh so easily in the cavern of your mouth. they float above your teeth, mix with the stain of your saliva. on other days, when you’re good, he’ll like to shove them further down, revel in the blend of your chokes and insolent mewls.
coriolanus snow who is too skint and mad to hide his need for you. when he fucks you, he takes his share like a dog — pressing your bodies together till the skin burns, pistoning his hips till the bone aches, pressing his teeth to your throat and biting softly just for frisson. when you resist his tight hold, tell him to loosen up, he only takes it as initiative. he’ll paw at you like something sickly, a parasite in need of housing. he’ll stretch your leg up farther, groan when your cunt allows for a little more of him.
coriolanus snow who knows how infatuated you are with his little uniform getup. he’s out for hours on end, working tirelessly to make it back to the stretch of the capitol, so it’s only fair that he’s caked in sweat. his hat rests low, darkening his eyes and his uniform almost sticks to him. he’s annoyed, trying to push the feeling away when he waves a tired hand towards your beckoning form. but he’s pleasantly surprised when you lose your edge, look away more often, face red with affront. sure, his fingers are soon on your chin, voice smooth and mellow when he asks “what’s wrong?”, but it’s the rest that counts: tucked away into a dingy storage cupboard, your shirt hiked up and your undergarments down low, and snow taking you with enough force to have you spilling onto his dick for the second time. “you like that? being fucked by peacekeeper, huh? answer me,” and when you give him some for what it’s worth, he’ll aim for a kiss on your neck, not relenting in speed or mercy.
coriolanus snow who prides in his dexterity. on some days, he’s gentle — his fingers play with the slick gathering on your cunt, lather it down and put it somewhere deeper. on other days, he’s a bastard about it. he’ll shove his hand down your undergarments, not caring if the ball of his palm knocks against your clit cruelly, or if he’s puncturing too hard. he’s rubbing circles till there’s a painful spot forming against throbbing heat, alternating between push and insert. one, two, three fingers, much too big but if you insist that, he’ll pick up the pace. claiming he’ll “show you big.” when you come, hard and firm on his fingers, a rhythm takes place again. when you cry against his chest, beg him for a break or release or something kinder, he’ll coo at you — making light of your little beats and twitches, nudging his nose against the flesh that is warming as you tighten against his fingers yet again.
