Man Who Can’t Be Moved (Coriolanus Snow X Reader)

Some Ideas/Requests I had for Coriolanus snow! (Any one can make these because I’m not good at writing plus I’d prefer someone else…hehe) also all female reader!!

1. Coriolanus snow x fem reader: During the hunger games you and Lucy come across careers and during the amidst of fighting trying to fight them off the reader sacrifice herself to save Lucy, not only leaving behind her best friend (Lucy) but also leaving behind her love (Coriolanus)

2. Jealous Coriolanus x fem reader: where the reader and Coriolanus used to have a fling but they ended it. (You can decide the reason) and the reader ends up with one of finnick odairs ancestors and Coriolanus gets jealous (and if you do smut you can make it into smut.

3. Peacekeeper Coriolanus snow x fem reader: The night Lucy performs the reader also performs and is just as good with the guitar and has a very captivating singing voice. Which makes Coriolanus awestruck/starts falling for her.

4. Jealous Coriolanus Snow x fem reader: the reader and Coriolanus are good friends for a while and maybe he’s had feelings/has been slightly pinning after her, both of them are mentors and the reader gets a very nice hot guy as her tribute and they become attracted to each other and coryo gets jealous

5. Coriolanus snow x reader: the reader was a tribute not that long before the 10th hunger games but during her games she had unknowingly did something that the capital did not approve of and she gets reaped back into the games but she doesn’t get a mentor because of the capital/peacekeepers doing the dirty work themselves they decided to put her back into the games and instead of snow falling for Lucy gray (his tribute) he falls for the reader. And during the games Lucy asks the reader what happened to her and she tells Lucy that after the games they had killed her family and sold her (like what happened to finnick & Johanna! If not comfortable y’all can leave that part out or come up with something else)

6. Coriolanus snow x fem reader: it’s when the attacks happen the reader gets hit and becomes unconscious but instead of snow looking for her (his gf?) he more worried about Lucy gray and he doesn’t realize that the reader is their next to him in the wing until after he knows Lucy is okay. Maybe the reader is in a very bad condition and had to undergo a surgery.

7. Coriolanus Snow x fem reader: where she’s in the games and she sings safe and sound by Taylor Swift to her fellow tribute, while their dying (like how katniss did with rue) and snow is just in awe and can’t take his eyes off the screen. (Maybe you were part of the capital and was thrown into the games because of your family?¿)

(I have more but all that I can think of rn!)

Never Lose Me (Henry/001 x reader)

(Summary: Where you are unwillingly part of one of Dr. Brenner's project's in the lab, Henry /001 is the one who he pairs you with. But something goes wrong during the pregnancy..)

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(Warning: Mentions of murder, Medical stuff, blood, death, dark themes, Dr. Brenner is his own warning)

   It was a cold rainy September night, when you got kidnapped by a old grey haired man named Dr. Martin Brenner. Who was now your 'boss'. He forced you to join one of his projects and he stuck you in a room with a very handsome mysterious guy named Peter Ballard, who you later found out his real name was Henry Creel.

(Flashback)

"W-who are you? Wh-where am I?" You finally got the courage to speak.

"Henry.. Henry Creel." "But I thou-" "Brenner changed my name.. and I'm sure you know why.." Henry said looking at you. He was right you did know, he was supposed to be dead but here he is in the flesh.

"I'm not going to hurt you..."  "Where am I? Why am I here? And don't try anything i know karate.." you said trying to stand your ground. He was not bying it.

"Your at Hawkins Lab, Dr.Brenner is making you become involved in one of his projects.. that's why your in here with me.."

"Wait you knew?" He nodded.

"He told me and showed me who you were. Y/n M/n L/n, 25 years old. Honor Roll in high school, went to one of the best schools for nursing, Single, and a Orphan... Brenner actually let me pick who was going to be apart of this project.." your face went back to a horrified expression. "Don't worry he was planning to get you anyways. He needs a new nurse."

"H-ho-" "He has a file of you.. he has files of everyone.. and I picked you because I can sense theirs something... between us..."

  And Henry was right. There was/is an unspeakable bond between the two of you no one could figure out... not even them. From then on, you both got to know each other he told you more about the lab, himself, how he was/is a number and that he has powers just like the other children. He also told you about the project.. how you and him had to conceive a child. You were mortified and refused.... Until that one night....

"What happened?" You walked towards him seeing him on the ground in pain. Henry refused to break down his wall and shook his head.

"They punished you didn't they?" You asked. He sighed and nodded.

  You got the first aid kit and asked him to take off his shirt. You never knew how toned he actually was until now... you quickly shook the thought away and You started to tend to his wounds.

"What happened this time?"

"Brenner doesn't like how close I am getting to 011."

"I see that.." you said with a frown as you finished tending to his wounds.

    But before you could move away, he grabbed your arm and lifted up your chin, making you look into his eyes and before you knew it, his lips were on yours and you were being pushed back onto his bed.

   Now, You were months into your pregnancy and at first everything was fine until the past few weeks going into the third trimester of your pregnancy. You had been exhausted and coughing like crazy you also looked survirly pale, but you just thought it was just because of being trapped in the lab. During your pregnancy you haven't been able to see Henry as much but, he did grow concern. You missed seeing him everyday, You thought, As you walked with one of the other woman in a different project Lydia, who had became your friend. While she talked to you about the reasoning she was here and her husband.

"I've been missing him like crazy. And the only reason I am doing this is because I need the money or I don't know what will happen to us-" you started to feel faint slowing down your speedy as well as starting to cough slightly, trying not noticing the blood that was coming out as well.

"Y-y/n are you okay?" She asked concerned, looking behind towards you.

"I-im..f-fine." You said in between heeps of breaths and coughing up large amounts of blood, before your eyes rolled back and you clasping to the floor. Lydia dropped her pad running towards you.

"Omg. Y/n? Help! HELP!" She shouted. To see Dr.Brenner and two orderly's running up to them.

"Lydia what happened?" Brenner asked eyes filled with shocked and a little horror.

"I-I don't know... w-we were just walking and she started coughing and slowing down. Before I knew it she clasped." She said with tears streaming down her eyes.

"Jackson take Ms. Rowe back to the project room. Lucas take ms.L/n to the infirmary immediately! And page the infirmary! Hurry!" Brenner ordered. The two men hurriedly went to there tasks.

While Lucas rushed Y/n to the infirmary. He immediately paged the infirmary.

"This is Lucas Soks i have a serious matter ms. L/n clasped in the hall coughing up blood. Dr. Brenner needs to have all hands on deck. I'll be there soon!"

Not occurring to Lucas nor Brenner that Henry over heard everything and is hot on their tracks.

Once, Lucas got her to the infirmary the team took you and placed you on the table placing an oxygen mask on to your mouth and nose, while giving you an IV as they pushed everyone else out of the room.

As Dr.Brenner was going to the infirmary to see what was happening he was stopped in his tracks by an all to familiar voice/person.

"What did you do to her?" A bitter voice said.

"001 we have no idea what happened. I'm on my way to figure it out now and I suggest you let me through or suffer the consequences." Brenner spoke.

Henry opened his mouth to speak then closed it again before letting Brenner pass.

"I will let you know what happens.." Brenner said before continuing to the infirmary.

Once he was gone, henry punched the closest wall near him. Though Brenner used you for his "project" you both actually fell for each other. He never expected to fall in love or have any actual feelings for anyone or anything but, their was something about you that allured him. Now that he has you he's not going to let you go no matter what. He couldn't bare the thought of losing you.

Once, Brenner got to the infirmary.

"What's going on?" Brenner asked one of the nurses.

"Her body is starting to shut down, one of her organs is clasping. We need to get her into surgery now." She explained.

"I don't care what happens to her but, make sure that baby is alive." Brenner stated.

"But sir-" "do as I say! Kill her i don't care but I.want.that.baby.alive!" He ordered.

They looked at him with a horrified expression before following his orders. One of the nurses Katherine was a very good friend of yours even before the lab. She couldn't believe what she had heard. And slipped out of the room to find Peter/Henry. She found him where he usually was working in the Rainbow room.

"Mr. Ballard could I speak with you for a moment.. 011s results came back." She made up a good excuse or well she hoped. Looking at the other orderlies who had actually bought it. Peter got up and followed her.

"I need to tell you something important."

"Ms.Thorn I don-" as he was about to walk back to the rainbow room " It's about Y/n." Henry paused in his tracks slowly turning around walking back towards Katherine.

"What about Y/n." He said in a deep almost concerned voice.

"Br-Brenner wants to kill her..." those four words almost sent him into a rage. "Y/n's condition, is one of her organs are failing. There getting her-she's probably already in surgery now. Brenner never cared about her seems pretty obvious but all he cares is wanting that baby... your baby alive... no matter the costs.." She explained. Henry was frozen in place rage filling him more and more like poison seeping through. He need to do his plan as soon as possible.

"I-I have to get back before Brenner notices.. I wanted you to know.." and with that Katherine went back to the infirmary. While Henry went back to the rainbow room to start his plan.

(Timeskip: past through the mascara and everything also eleven escaped through the tunnel when Henry showed her, also it's a bit different because he was killing everyone who was in the way of getting to you so yeah!)

Once, Henry finished off with the last nurse stopping him from getting to you. While compelling Katherine to tend to their daughter, he saw you laying on the table stitched back up in a gown. His heart dropped while he picked you up in his arms holding you hoping you will wake up and be with him. That he did not lose you and as if the gods were on his side he felt your fingers move against his back pulling your chest to his ear feeling/hearing your heartbeat once again. He picked you up into a bridal style pose. And took you and their daughter home.

Once you woke up, you felt as if you were on a cloud looking around to notice you weren't in the lab but in your house well your room to be exact. You heard footsteps coming towards you, to see Henry.

"H-Henry.." your voice croaked out he neiled down and pulled you into a deep hug you slowly wrapped your arms around him pulling him closer.

"I thought I lost you.." he said. While kissing your head. You pulled away putting your forehead against his.

"You could never lose me.." you said looking into his perfect blue eyes.

Before he could say anything their was a knock on the door frame. Both of you looked over to see Katherine and a baby.. your baby. You sat up as quick as possible.

"I-is she okay.." you asked concerned.

"She's perfect. Here. I'll give you three sometime." Katherine replied handing your daughter over to you. "She still needs a name by the way." She said before leaving.

Your eyes welled up as you looked at your beautiful daughter. As her arms moved and grabbed your hair.

"H-hi." You said as tears of joy streamed down your face. You saw her look over at Henry. "Is that your dada?" You asked lifting her up.

Henry watched mesmerised by just the small interaction between you and their daughter. "She does still need a name.." he spoke up. You looked at her for a moment before smiling.

"Hayley Grace... that's her name.." you looked at Henry for a moment. "Hayley Grace Creel.." Henry looked at you for a moment, before a smile creeped up onto his lips as he brought the both of you in his arms. While whispering "it's perfect.."

    You both stayed like that for a while, you couldn't imagine anything better. Your little family. You didn't regret anything, not even being forced to stay in the lab because if you didn't, you wouldn't be here with Henry and your daughter.

Word count: 2032

(A/n: I hope you all enjoyed this! I know it's kinda rushed but! I NEED TO KNOW IF THIS HAPPENS TO ANYONE ELSE!, Do you ever have a whole BUNCH ideas for writing but you have no idea how to start it?¿ please let me know that I'm not the only one haha.. anyways, I hope y'all enjoyed! :) )

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anyone interested in Slytherin! Coriolanus Snow?

Imagine how distraught snow would be if his wife had a really rough time giving birth to their child where she’s coming in and out of conscience and there’s blood and he’s terrified she won’t make it like his mother leading to him hating the baby for a little bc of how badly his wife was recovering sorry for the angst! Ignore this if uncomfortable <3

forever winter |young!coriolanus snow x capitol!reader|

prompt: as requested, troubles with child birth leaves coriolanus very cold towards your son.

contains: angst. mentions of parental death, blood, complications during birth. darkish coriolanus. kinda fluffy-ish end?

Coriolanus knew the horrors of childbirth. He knew the dangers, the risks. He’d seen the blank stares of a new mother rocking her baby, eyes blank and distant like she’d been through war. He’d heard the solemn whispers in a dim room, quiet and hushed, darting eyes that looked everywhere but the casket- sometimes two. His own mother had been torn from his grasp at a young age because of it, and for a while, he was sure he’d never let his own wife experience it. 

Then he met you. 

You who lit his world up from the inside out, who he rose only each day to see- to love. You who cradled a baby at your engagement announcement, a friend’s newborn, held him so naturally and delicately that it ignited something inside Coriolanus. He wanted a dozen babies with you, he decided at that moment that he’d do anything to make it happen. 

You’d blossomed so naturally, swelled up overnight. Round belly and a glowing demeanor- it was addictive to Coriolanus. How he’d brag, boast proudly to anyone who’d hear it- his wife pregnant, he couldn’t be happier. 

All those fears, worries, were replaced with new ones. Horror stories about infants, toddlers. His own consuming thoughts about being a father. The idea of childbirth was nothing but a fading thought to him. That had been in the war, technology was better, he was in a better place. Your father had ensured his darling daughter would have the best of the best- you always did. The best doctors, the best birthing suite, the best nursery- the best. 

But money couldn’t buy your own body betraying itself at birth. It didn’t stop the bleeding, the paling of your skin as you fluttered in and out of consciousness. 

You’d grunted like an animal, tearing yourself into two for hours, cursing Coriolanus’ name, begging him to make it stop, crushing his hands with your legs up in the stirrups, pushing your baby out. 

Coriolanus was in awe of you, though he’d never get the chance to tell you. How you’d willed yourself to hurt yourself, inflict that selfless pain to bring life into the world. It was positively poetic. 

He’d been so overjoyed hearing your babies gargled cry, the nurses announcing its gender- his gender. His son. A boy. A beautiful boy, wailing and delicate and covered in matter that Coriolanus didn’t even care about when he held him close to his own chest. 

“What is it, Coryo?” You muttered, eyes drooping, chest heaving with aftershocks of pain from the birth. 

“A boy, my love.” Coryo’s eyes shone with tears, lips pressing together to conceal it. “It’s a boy. Our boy, my darling.” 

“A boy…” Your speech was slurred, head lolling back onto the pillow. 

Coriolanus noticed for the first time how still the room had become, his son’s wailing the only sound. The nurses and doctors, once chipper and gleeful, now bearing a sickly paleness to their face, eerily quiet. 

“What? What’s wrong?” Coriolanus snapped, eyes wide, frantic, bouncing around the room. “What’s happening?” 

“We-We can’t find-” The doctor’s voice shook, ducked between your legs in a pile of crimson. Coriolanus’ stomach turned violently. 

“She’s bleeding. We-We can’t find where the bleeding is.” The nurse whispered. 

“What?” Coriolanus snapped. “Bleeding? H-How can she- Find it!” The baby wailed over the sound of Coriolanus’ demanding barks. 

“President Snow, we-we’re trying our best-” 

“-Try harder.” Coriolanus sneered, clutching the baby closer to his chest. “If anything happens to my wife, I will single handedly ensure your bloodline ends with you. Each of you will know what it feels like to lose your family too if you lose her.” He spat, sending the nurses and doctors into a fearful frenzy. 

The newborn wailed, doctors shouted, and Coriolanus’ ears rang, his chest too tight, painfully tight. He couldn’t lose you, he wouldn’t. He wouldn’t survive that loss. His eyes fell to the screeching baby beneath him, scrunched face and wailing gums. How was he to raise this baby without you? 

Anger boiled through his chest at the sight of his son- his fault. A cowering nurse, frozen in shaking fear in the corner, watched him carefully as he stormed towards her. “Take this.” Coriolanus sneered, shoving the baby in her arms. 

He hated the feeling, the helplessness that consumed him as he stood, wide eyed and shaking hands he clenched into fists. 

Somewhere, somehow, the doctor found the bleeding, stopping it with a triumphant cry. “Get the blood, get the blood!” He shouted, head hooked over his shoulder. “Infuse it now!” 

Coriolanus wasn’t sure he could remember how to breathe. Memories of the two of your: the moment you met, the first date, his shaking hands asking for yours in marriage, the way you beamed under your veil at the altar, the same glow that you had when you told him you were pregnant. It could all be gone so easily. Had his father felt this way? So helpless? 

Maybe that’s why he’d been so hardened and resentful, so he’d never feel attached- never allow himself to feel so helpless. 

Coriolanus decided he couldn’t blame him, sitting in this chair, watching as you rested. The doctor said there’d be a lot of that in the coming hours. That you’d gone through trauma and you needed time. He wanted to rip you from the bed, shake you until you awoke and told him you were ok. He needed to hear it, maddenned himself with the need for it. 

Instead, he sat. 

Coryo sent the baby out to the nursery. He knew your parents, Tigris, everyone waiting would be thrilled to see the baby boy. Coryo just couldn’t muster the feigned excitement now. The site of his own son made his stomach turn, fear soaked repulsion settled deep in the pitt of his own core. 

Somewhere in the night, you awoke. A rustling and a groan that had Coriolanus snapping out of his dazed sleep, head tucked to his shoulder, slumped in the chair beside your bed. 

“Don’t move.” Coryo commanded, eyes a kind of bright, frantic wide that had you stilling. 

Your throat burned, head dizzy with the medicine they’d pumped into your system. Coriolanus’ hands shook as he brought you the water, hand cupping your jaw gently to feed it to you. You blinked, bleary with confusion. “You’re alright, my love.” Coriolanus' heart swelled, suffocatingly in his own chest. You were alright. 

“Coryo,” You croaked, throat tight, rasping from before, you were sure. You remembered the birth, most of it anyways, the blurry memory of your baby in Coryo’s arms before your memory failed. “The-The baby… Is he alright? W-Where’s my baby?” 

“He’s with your parents, my love.” Coriolanus’ hand smoothes down your matted hair, sticky with dried sweat. “Nevermind him. How are you? Is anything wrong? Do you need anything? I-I’ll call for the nurse.” 

You shook your head, looking around the room. The sheets were clean, your gown clean, but you felt an achy soreness splitting you in half. “What happened?” 

Coriolanus felt the lump in his throat grow, strangling his words in his throat. “Y-You had some complications, darling.” He swallowed the burn of his own tears down in his throat. “You were bleeding but they stopped it.” 

You blinked, unmoving, soaking in the details of your injury. Coriolanus watched you with a studying glare, eyes scanning for any tiny, minor infliction that something was wrong. “Is-Is the baby ok?” You whispered, eyes shining with fear when you met his gaze. 

“The baby’s fine.” Coryo snapped, harsher than he meant to. It alarmed you, your eyes snapping to his carefully. He took a deep breath, holding your hand carefully into his own, thumb running over your knuckles. 

“He’s fine.” Coryo said, softer this time. “I need to know how you are. What do you need from me, my love? What can I do to make it better?” 

You squeezed his hand lightly, your strength weaker than normal. It made Coriolanus’ spine tingle with shooting chills of concern. “I want to see my baby.” You whispered, head leaning against Coryo’s shoulder. 

“No,” Coriolanus shook his head furiously. “No, you-you need to rest, and-and not be bothered by the baby-” 

“-Coryo,” Your eyes rounded, so pitifully pleading Coriolanus would have walked through fire for you if you asked him to. “Please? I just want to see our baby.” 

And how could he say no? He couldn’t, so instead, Coriolanus called the nurse in. Your parents, proud grandparents, holding the baby, tutting over you. Everyone flitting about the birthing room, Tigris even gleaming with joy at the birth of her nephew. All except Coriolanus, who watched in the corner of the room, a stoic look on his face. 

You looked positively radiant, glowing with joy as you held your son. As if that baby hadn’t nearly killed you, Coriolanus wanted to scream the reminder to you, but he didn’t. He wouldn’t dare upset you, risk upsetting you in front of your family. 

“Coriolanus,” Tigris’ soft voice pulled him out of his thoughts, brought him away from his own sinking, heavy feelings of disappointment. “Are you alright?” 

“I’m fine, Tigris.” Coryo’s voice was tight, firm and forced, like the look of awkward contentment he tried to paint across his features. 

“You… You haven’t held your son.” Tigris hesitated, voice dropping softly so the others wouldn’t overhear. 

“I don’t wish to hold him right now.” Coriolanus sneered. 

“He is your son, Coriolanus.” Tigris hissed, her voice dropping to a low hush in the room, terrified you or the others might hear. 

“And he almost killed her.” Coryo’s eyes flashed to Tigris’ in horrified rage. “Nearly fated her as my sister did my mother, and if you think for one second I am to be happy at that, then you are-” 

“-Coryo,” Your voice croaked, still weak and tired. It made his heart lurch, attention on you in a second, already walking towards your bedside. 

“Yes, my love? What do you need?” Coriolanus muttered. Normally, he’d be embarrassed, showing such affection especially in front of your parents, but he hoped they’d pardon his vulnerability in the moment, given the circumstances. 

“Look at him,” Your eyes shone with love, pure adoration, as if you weren’t cradling the very thing that almost killed you. It made Coryo sick. “He’s beautiful, isn’t he?” 

Coriolanus looked down at the small newborn, wrapped in swaddles, eyes closed and lips twitching with the faintest whimper of a cry. He looked so much like you, so much like himself- the perfect blend of the two of you taking your lips but Coriolanus’ nose. 

His heart swelled with pride before he could help it, lips curling in a half smile. He’d grown weak, Coriolanus decided, softened by you and your love. He should be disgusted by the baby, despise him and reject him like an animal in the wild would. But he couldn’t bring himself to it. 

“A fine young boy.” Your father boasted, nodding proudly. “The two of you should be very proud.” 

“Yes,” Coryo swallowed around the lump in his throat. You leaned into his touch, shifting the baby so he could better see him. 

“Any idea on the name?” Your mother hummed, moving beside you. 

“I still think Cyrene would be fitting.” You’re beaming, beautiful and proud when you meet Coriolanus’ gaze. “What do you think, Coryo?” 

“Yes,” Coryo nodded. “I think that would be a fine name.” 

“Cyrene Snow,” You cooed, pressing your nose to the baby’s, pressing a gentle kiss there. Your eyes brimmed with tears when you met Coriolanus’ gaze. “Do you want to hold him, darling?” 

“Are you getting tired?” Coryo watched you carefully. “Do you feel alright?” 

“Yes,” You nodded. “I don’t want to hog the baby. Want you to have a chance too, darling.” 

“That’s alright.” Coryo shook his head politely, suddenly very aware of your parents and Tigris’ gaze on him. “You hold him, my love.” 

You frowned lightly. You knew something was off with Coryo, the tightness in his tone, lips falling in a flat line. You waited until later, when Cyrene lay in his bassinet, your family all gone for the night, just you and Coryo in the birthing suite. 

“Why will you not hold him?” You asked through the still darkness. Coriolanus' eyes snapped to yours fiercely, startled by your tone. 

“Excuse me?” 

“Our baby.” You groaned when you sat up, Coryo rushing to your side. 

“You need to be careful-” 

“-You won’t hold him, Coriolanus.” You gripped his arm, eyes shining in something new- something Coryo wasn’t certain of, but it made his stomach twist. “Why?” 

Coriolanus swallowed, the lump in his throat suffocating him. “The last time I held him,” Coryo’s voice was soft, rasping in the quiet room, barely above a whisper. “You nearly died.” 

The room was still, far too still for either of you to find comfort. A harsh, shocking truth for the both of you, sickening and cruel. Your near damned fated reality, Coriolanus’ worst fears, the peaceful baby resting in the bassinet besides the two of you. 

Pressed into the side of your hospital bed, Coriolanus held you carefully, a stilled reminder that you were still there, that you hadn’t left him. The icy wall he’d built high for his son melted with every soft coo and whisper you gave him, a reminder that you were still with him and would be. 

When Coryo finally held Cyrene again, when he’d stirred awake and you were asleep, he turned to the window overlooking Panem’s Capitol, eyes shining with tears- of regret, joy, pain? Even Coryo wasn’t sure, but he rocked his son to sleep carefully, promising him that one day, he’d have what Coryo had. That he wouldn’t leave him the way his father had, that he’d keep him safe, teach him how to keep you safe.

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Our Dirty Little Secret (Coriolanus Snow x Cardew! Reader)

(Summary: Livia thinks Coriolanus is after her oh how wrong she is when you Livias sister is the one he wants (quite literally) )

Word Count: 550

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(A/n: Heavily based off of the one episode in gossip girl with Blair & Chuck)

(Warnings: Nsfw, Livia being annoying, typical snow)

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"Y/n!!!" The aggravating voice of your sister yelled as she threw open the door to your bedroom and went over to your closet.

"Where is my red dress? Do you have it?" She said as she rummaged through your closet.

"Why would I have it and besides in case you forgot which clearly you have." She came out sending you a strange look. "You had it taken to the dry cleaners. What do you need it for anyways?"

"Oh.. right.." Livia said her face flushing from embarrassment for forgetting. She shock it off quickly. "I need it for tonight it's a party after all and I'm wearing it for Coriolanus obviously." She said snarkly.

"Do I wish it was someone else? Absolutely but as long as I am First Lady why should I care?" She said smirking as she readjusted her lip stick with one of yours. You roll your eyes at her little comments.

"Obviously.. now can you please get out?" You replied annoyed. She gave a little 'hm' before throwing the lips stick at you which you luckily caught.

  She slammed the door closed as she left. Letting out a loud sigh of relief as the comforter lifted up revealing Coriolanus. His hair a mess and lips glistening.

"We can't keep doing this.." Y/n said as she moved away but Coriolanus grabbed her and pulled her back into place as she let out a gasp of surprise.

"I don't give a damn if she catches us or about her." He muttered darkly. Y/n looked at him in slight shock but not that surprised.

"Besides my meal isn't finished yet.." He proceeded as he gave her a smirk making her flush and a gasp leaving her lips as he placed a kiss on her hard breast.

"Be quiet..." He said as he lowered himself back down to her awaiting lips. Her eyes rolled back as he reconnected placing a hand over her mouth to muffle her moans.

  This had been going on for months now ever since you both actually got to know each other without Livia coming in and interrupting or pulling you away with some excuse. It was only until a few weeks ago when you became a thing at a party hosted by your parents.

  You found yourselves confessing to each other the attraction neither of you surprised and next thing she knew is her back up against the one lounge room door that was far from the party dress hiked up , legs parted and Coriolanus in between them. It had became an almost daily thing whether it was in your bedroom at the risk of being caught or at his penthouse.

  Y/ns fear is being caught whether by your sister or parents. Not that her parents ever cared what she was doing to busy doting after their favorite Livia. Which in this case she should be thankful for especially when she has the man that they're trying to set up with Livia in between your legs devouring you. And doing other private affairs behind closed doors.