coryo is definitely the type to get so pussydrunk that he hardly even pulls out he's just rutting into the whole time
fuck. you donāt even warn him about the consequences of cumming inside you. at that point you just let him, because whateverās happening inside that boyās head? itās not logic! that brain is so empty that if you were to hit him upside the head youād hear a bell ring. thatās how empty his brain gets when heās all pussydrunk. dude canāt even formulate words; just whimpers that get progressively louder and louder until his moans sound like sobs and heās cumming allll inside you. so many ropes of cum painting your insides and you canāt even be mad because it feels good for you to be filled like this. youāll worry about it later!
Pairings: Tom Riddle x Reader, Coriolanus Snow x Reader
Summary: A manipulative, narcissistic psychopath. A controlling, self-righteous student. And a pure, kind young woman who becomes caught between the two. She is a part of their ambitions and they are willing to go to great lengths to have her for themselves.
Chapter Summary: You and Coriolanus are practically a married couple already. Post-Hogwarts life opens lots of doors.
Word Count: 2.1K
Warnings: manipulation, corruption, obsessiveness, reader is lowk oblivious, angst, verbal fights, dark magic, Tom Riddle and Coriolanus Snow (they themselves are warning cuz have you seen the way they are?), possessiveness, jealousy, probably bad writing (I'm trying ok), set in HP world w/ a touch of Hunger Games
Enjoy reading! (Or not if you don't end up liking it ĀÆ_(ć)_/ĀÆ) .
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The gate to a large, spacious home clicked shut. Gravel crunched under the pressure of footsteps, all the way until the stone steps in front of the grand doors that marked the main entrance were reached. Coriolanus stepped inside, the chill autumn air clinging on to his wool overcoat. He was met with the sight of the foyer, which contained a round oak table in the middle of the room, topped with a luscious green hoya plant, and curved staircases on either end.
Coryo looked tired tonight, the kind of exhaustion that came from a day of people who couldn't do their job right in the Magical Office of Law and having to correct them. But the moment he entered the hallway closest to the kitchen, his expression softened.Ā
The area held the scent of rosemary, roasted garlic and slow-cooked chicken. Your parents were away for the night, attending a formal gathering in London. Despite the size of the Bishop estate, the mansion in Otter St. Catchpole was left in a state of domestic solitude.Ā
Coriolanus shrugged his coat off, placing it on the brass coat hanger, before following the mouthwatering smell into the kitchen. As he opened one of the swinging doors, he spotted you standing at the stove with a wooden spoon in one hand, taste-testing the sauce you were currently making. The light in the room set a warm, amber glow that danced across the steel pots and the marble counters.
"I could smell the rosemary from the entrance," Coryo said, letting himself in the room. His low voice immediately cut through your focus.Ā
Turning around with a sweet smile gracing your face, you looked at the love of your life. "Well, I knew you were coming, and with my parents gone, I wanted dinner to be a little special." You turned back to the food on the stove. "You're late, by the way. I need the table set in the dining room."
Rather than answering with words, he quickly closed the distance between you two in a few long strides. He stopped right behind you, reaching around and sliding his arms around your waist, drawing you against his chest. Then, he buried his face in your neck, inhaling deeply.
"Coryo," you laughed, leaning your head back on his shoulder while still trying to stir the pot. "I'm in the middle of a very delicate process. You're becoming a distraction."
"The best kind of distraction," he muttered against your skin. Coriolanus pressed a warm, lingering kiss on the spot just below your ear, and his arms tightened their hold on you. He was drinking you in, discarding the young but talented professional in the Ministry and going back to the boy who promised to keep you by his side.Ā
He easily turned you around to face him, his blue eyes flicking back and forth between yours with a silent sense of devotion. "It's been a long day for me. Let me have this, even for just a little longer."
Leaning down, he captured your mouth with a kiss that was slow and deliberate. You didn't complain. It tasted like the future, like a home that you wanted to build with Coriolanus ever since he said those three significant words to you on graduation day a year and half ago. For a moment, the meal preparation was forgotten. There was only the heat of the stove and oven, the beat of your hearts, and the absolute certainty that you had made the right choice.
Soon, the timer for the chicken dinged, ultimately breaking the spell. Coriolanus did end up setting the table, moving around with a kind of familiarity that suggested this wasn't his first time at your family's home.Ā
You sat across from each other, with candlelight flickering around the dining room. The beginning of the conversation started with the mundane details of the day. "So," you spoke, serving the chicken, "how was your meeting? Did Mister Hart manage to stay awake this time?"
Coriolanus chuckled in amusement. "Just barely. Although we did make progress on border security. The Ministry is becoming... restless. There's talk about unrest in the north; disappearances that don't exactly fit the 'accidental magic' excuse."
A feeling of unease flickered through you so quickly you almost didn't catch it. In an attempt to keep the topic on a lighter note, you geared the conversation in a different direction. "And was the lost manuscript found?"
"Thankfully, yes," he replied. "It was filed incorrectly. I had no choice but to fix the issue myself, considering no one can do their job right." He then reached across the table and took your hand, tracing your thumb with his. "But enough about that. How was your day? Were you at the shop?"
You dove into a description about your time at your mother's herbology shop, where you chose to help around for a while. Coryo listened with undivided attention, lovingly gazing into your eyes. The look he had was one that made you feel like you were the most important person in the world. This didn't go unnoticed by you.
With a knowing smile, you paused what you were initially speaking about. "You're giving me that look again."
Coriolanus inhaled, straightening up in his chair and looking at you more intently. "Am I not allowed to stare at the woman I love? Your beauty astonishes me every single time."
The compliments he always gave you never failed to make you blush. There was hope in you that he would never stop. You were so in love with him and you secretly enjoyed the daily showers of praise that came from him.
"You sound the way you did on our first date, you know."
The corners of his lips lifted a little more. "At times I feel like we're back at school and I'm still the boy who asked you out, hoping that if you could forgive me, you might agree to a date with me."
The evening was perfect. When you cleared the plates and utensils together, you thought about how happy, safe and loved you were.
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A few days later, you had enough time to surprise Coriolanus with lunch at his office in the Ministry of Magic before heading to your afternoon shift at the herbology shop. You cooked up a nice little meal, stored it in a container, and headed out to see him.
The Ministry, as per usual, was busy with frantic activity. Witches and wizards alike scurried throughout the halls in every direction, and the air was thick with the scent of parchment and preoccupation. You navigated the lifts that would lead you to the Magical Office of Law, soon arriving at Coriolanus' door after squeezing past crowds.
The interior of his office, organized and elegant, was a reflection of his personality. The windows on either side of his desk looked out over a pretty view of the city of London, and a majority of the walls were lined with shelves that carried books and important files. Your partner sat behind his desk, scanning over a stack of reports, with his brows furrowed slightly in concentration.Ā
"Special delivery," you announced as you entered, carrying a bag with the food and a flask of tea on your right arm.Ā
Coryo looked up at the sound of your voice, his face relieving itself of the focus and softening when he set his gaze on you. Setting the pile of papers aside, he answered. "You are a lifesaver. I was two minutes away from eating my own quill."
He motioned for you, to which you walked over and sat on the edge of the table, unpacking his lunch. "I missed you this morning," he admitted after finishing his first bite. He grabbed your hand, squeezing it.
You raised a teasing eyebrow at him. "We saw each other last night. It hasn't been longer than sixteen hours, and you were asleep for half of that time anyway."
The calm, comfortable moment between you two was suddenly interrupted by a short tapping on the window closest to you. The noise caught both your attention, and when you turned towards the glass pane, you saw a large owl that was perched on the ledge with a roll of parchment attached to its leg.Ā
"I'll get it," you offered, sliding off the desk and going over to open the window. The owl fluttered in and landed right in front of you. Untying the mail, you noticed it wasn't a personal letter or anything of the sort, it was the latest issue of the Daily Prophet, still containing the smell of fresh ink. Tossing a bronze knut to the bird, who then flew away, you took a glance at the front page and read the headline. The color drained from your face.
Coriolanus, who had been staring at you, took note of your reaction. "What is it?" he asked while standing up and moving to glance over your shoulder. You laid the newspaper flat on the table. The title was printed in bold black ink.
THE RISE OF "DEATH EATERS"? EMERGING GROUP LINKED TO UNEXPLAINED NORTHERN ATTACKSĀ Rumors Surface of a New Leader named 'Lord Voldemort'
The photograph attached to the article was one of a destroyed cottage in a rural town. Dark smoke lingered in the air over the building. The story itself talked about a pattern of disappearances, two citings of wizards in black cloaks and distinct masks, and whispers of threats against Muggle-borns and "blood traitors". What sent a jolt of ice through you was the name 'Voldemort'.
You couldn't remove your eyes from the letters. There was no need to be a seer to know who could be behind this. Such ambition, such hatred for impurity, such loyalty from those death eaters could only be related to one person. Someone you knew too well.
It was him. He was calling himself by a new name.
For a second you were no longer in Coryo's office, you were back in the chilling chamber, with the Basilisk, hearing the Parseltongue and looking into the dark eyes of a murderer. The realization that he had actually gone through with it all made you feel weak in the knees. You gripped the edge of the desk.
"I can't believe something like this is happening. It's almost like the stories of Grindelwald."
Coryo clamped his hand over yours. He looked directly at you, his eyes sharp with a protective urgency. "It's only a headline. Journalism is always about rumors and misinformation. Besides, the Ministry will handle it. We have defenses in place."
There was no reason for you not to believe his words. In fact, they did help somewhat. But there was still a small, inner part of you that couldn't help but think about what he was capable of doing to the wizarding world, to you. You didn't want to worry about him anymore, and yet he kept sneaking back into your life and your thoughts, intentionally or not.
You glanced back at the newspaper laying on the table. Coryo gently grabbed your chin to force you to look at him only. There wasn't any way to tell if he knew exactly what you were so worried about, but nonetheless, he continued to remove any doubt or fear. "Listen to me," he said, speaking your name, "I won't let some dark wizard haunt our lives."
He took a deep breath, suddenly changing his expression. Flipping the Daily Prophet over to hide the headline, he continued, his tone a bit lighter. "Actually, I was planning on bringing this up later, but I think now would be better. I've been thinking for the last few weeks. London is becoming... suffocating, and this unrest is a distraction that we don't need.
"The penthouse in New York is still under our name. MACUSA is searching for employees now that they've expanded their own Office of Law. The States are different, and we'd be safe there. It's far away from the issues of Europe."
Your eyes widened slightly as you registered what he was saying, and he took your hands in his. "What do you think? It would be a new start for us. We could move anytime we think is best."
You pondered for a minute. It would be great to get away from all the bad memories and the past that resided here. Nothing was really stopping you from leaving. Both your families could tag along as well. The States was your true home.
"It sounds," you began, "peaceful."
"It could be," Coryo promised. "Think about it." He pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly. As he did, you let yourself imagine a perfect picture of your life in New York. You saw bright skies and domesticity. It didn't seem like such a bad idea.
Hi all, it's been a long week lol. I was on vacation that drained my energy physically, but! it did wonders to help with creativity for some reason. No active writing but well, just thinking on stuff... u will see hehe
Sooo the next "come nightfall" is almost done! I have to edit and then it's off to betaāshould be coming ur way next week.
After that... I had plans to go back to "salt&sugar" BUT my muse has struck and I had an idea...
Mad Scientist!Coriolanus AU
I couldn't get it out of my head, so I'm trying it out š«£ it will be more of a one-shot collection than an actual cohesive story bc i think it would make the pacing more fitting.
With reader being a subject and it all feeling like lucid dreaming.
Sooo lmk what y'all think š I'll go back to surrender/salt&sugar soon also (I promise)
Summary
In which Crassus Xanthos Snow doesnāt meet his end somewhere in Twelveās deep forest, and so Coriolanus is never faced with the corrosive fear of societyās walls crashing down on himā¦ just an endless power struggle with the remote, strict man that is his father. The young heir is set on delivering his masterpieceāsomething his sire could never dream of controlling.
His creation.
That is when you are brought into his newly appointed lab, unwillingly sluiced out of District Fourās depths where youād once saved a blonde-haired boy. In horror, you realize there's little left of that kid, who'd been tossed to sink or swim.
Now, only furious strive remained.
Now, youād be salvaged and remadeābeautifully vulnerable; at his mercyā¦ completely and irrevocably his.
And Doctor Snow has big plans for his new favorite subject.
āCoriolanus, we canātā¦ā
But he was already pulling her inside and closing the door behind them, and when he did, Lucy Gray saw him push in a lock and heard the click.
āSee, now no one can interrupt us.ā
āMy, my, you think of everything, donāt you?ā
He smirked and walked her backwards to the bed, hands clasped as he did.
āCoriolanus, your friends will start arriving in half an hour at the most. And Festus-ā
āWe can get up to a lot of mischief in half an hour.ā
She shook her head in disbelief.
āYouād think Iād never touched you at all the way youāre acting.ā
āItās my birthday, Lucy Gray. Donāt you think I deserve at least one gift?ā
Oh now im thinking of him and tutor! reader. Teaching him how to make you cum and not cum in five seconds bc he wonāt if you dont show him and hes supposed to be the smart one
tutor!reader and coryo in a weird quid-pro-quo relationship where in exchange for tutoring him and providing him financial support he gives you sexual favors. everyone wins! coryoās grades go up, more food goes into his fridge, and you get to fuck the pretty blonde boy you somewhat always had a thing for.
heās in between your legs practicing what you told him earlier: slow licks, pay attention to the clit, listen to the noises you make. his eyes are shut. heās nuzzling his head further into your hand as you pet his curls. when you catch his body starting to twitch you gently order him to stop, to calm down his body before he paints yet another pair of underwear with his cum. he sits himself up on his forearms and looks up at you as he catches his breath. the way the sunlight enters your window shines on coryo and the wetness that surrounds his mouth and chin. āam iā¦ better?ā he asks you, his voice timid yet earnest. āam i showing improvement?ā and you trace a finger down the outline of his face that ends with you capturing his chin with your thumb and index finger. āyouāre excelling at a rapid rate, coryo.ā you praise. and you watch as he attempts to hide the smile growing on his blushing face.
thereās a hunger that takes complete control over you. one that you struggle with describing just how powerful it is. it makes its presence known when you find yourself alone with coriolanus snow, and you clash your mouth with his. thereās a tiny sound that he makes thatās quickly swallowed by an ugly moan you make in your throat and the hunger is in full effect. you use the positioning of your bodies to your advantageācoryo, backed against the soft, velvet chair, straddled by you and your restless limbs. the rapidly growing heat forces you to tear off your blood-red academy blazer and throw it off towards some unknown corner of your bedroom. your hands go right back to coryo, cupping his jaw, gripping his princely curls with your fingers, holding his face and guiding his head movements as the two of you continue to engage in the messiness of your kisses. the arousal between your legs doesnāt take long to appear, and you quickly roll your hips down onto coryoās lap. and you know youāre right on the money with your movements because the boy beneath you makes a noise so heavenly it has you salivating even more than you previously were. you do it again. you two moan together. his fingers find your hips and he squeezes down and pulls you in closer to him in fear of you leaving him and stopping whatever it is youāre doing to him. ān-ngh, coryo,ā you stammer in between wet kisses. āstay there. stay there. just let me do this.ā your voice is a desperate, hushed whisper on top of coryoās pathetic moaning. it gets to a point where the kissing isnāt kissing anymore, but instead disgusting tongue-licking as the chase towards finishing takes priority. and itās humping and licking and humping and licking until the both of you soil your uniforms in the most perverted way possible. your pussy throbs as your body shakes, heart thumping like a rabbit. and thereās only one thing you can think of to say as the two of you come back down from your highs. āā¦ we can reschedule the tutoring if youād like?ā
flirty!friend remus x reader
a/n: very slightly inspired by this fic by @star--stilinski (i adore their writing style & how they characterize my dear n lovely stiles) i thought i'd bring the vibe over to another one of my comfort characters! enjoy, my muses.
just thinking about being flirty friends with remus lupin.
imagine it - during hangouts with the marauders, heād pull you onto his lap and rub at your thighs while discussing pranks with james and sirius. peter would eye you both suspiciously, but the other two boys would barely bat an eye. sirius and james have both seen way worse, and you (quite frankly) did not want to ask.
picture remusās hands and their inability to separate from you. whether it be his palm pressed against your lower back or his pinky prodding at yours with an unspoken hold me?, he would rather find himself faced with the dark lordās wand than lose your soft fingers wrapped around his.
visualize remus and his annoyingly attractive habit of casual praise. you come running into the common room, showing him your charms homework? youāll be met with a āgood girl. told you you could do it!ā and a quick kiss on the forehead before he wraps his hand around your waist to pull you down onto his knee, nose still stuck in his novel that he just checked out from the restricted section.
suppose that you and remus are prefects together in your seventh year. youāre both pretty widely known for being brilliant, so it was no surprise when you both got picked for the prefect position. when you were both assigned the evening patrol around the castle, remus had the nasty habit of pushing you behind the tapestries and kissing you silly. he liked to say that āyou have to act like the enemy to know the enemy, darlingā while his lean fingers explored places on your body that have absolutely no business being explored by your friend.
and (obviously) you and remus would get so many allegations. lily and marlene never let up on their incessant teasing of the both of you (and it didnāt help that james used you and remus as a talking point to flirt with lily.) it got to a point where you started to distance yourself from the marauders as a whole for a few weeks to get your teasing friends of of your back. to be fair, they were a pretty lonely few weeks before sirius showed up at your door and made your promise to never do that again because heād never seen remus this distraught in all of his years at hogwarts.
just thinking about being more than flirty & lovestruck friends with remus lupin.
long, drawn-out nights in that basement have made you two closer than anyone should be this soon. a person would have to be a damn fool to not see what you two have going onā or what you two should have going. with all this feeling, and no action, itās insanity.
insanity that breaks one thursday night. insanity that pushes mulder to push you against the wall of your apartment and breathe ātell me to stopā as he finally grabs your waist and finally kisses you.
ātell me to stop,ā he pants, ghosting his fingertips up your thighs. his whole body is burning, a thousand suns sitting upon every axon bundle, sending every nerve in him up in flames. heās been waiting so long. ātell me we canāt, tell me we shouldnāt,ā he groans, pained, fighting against all of his better judgement because he knows this is going to change everything.
but is it?
āwe gotta stop,ā heās saying, but his lips devouring yours say something different. you just whine against him and hike your leg around his waist so he can press his hard-on against you, and you know itās only making things worse for him but youāve been waiting so long, too. youāre not gonna tell him to stop. you never will.
heās trying so hard to stop. heās trying, even as you separate from him and give him eyes all low and wanting, your chest heaving, a mix of both of your spit trailing between you two before it snaps, like your already weak resolve.
again, he groans, his knees buckle, and his eyes melt before he kisses you once more.
heās not going to stop. he knew when he first kissed you that he never was.
cw : none really, mention of his scars but no description, just fluff and sweet teenage love
obsessed bf!remus sniffing behind your ear every-time you cuddle, making you laugh and push him away resulting in him crushing you in a hug every time.
obsessed bf!remus resting his hands on your stomach under your jumper anytime he can, ignoring your protests about people seeing because he needs to be touching you at all times or he will explode.
obsessed bf!remus insisting on walking you everywhere, carrying you back to your dorm after astronomy lessons even if youāre more awake than him.
obsessed bf!remus flinching when you first touch his scars but ultimately not having the heart to deny you anything, slowly falling into the routine of you taking care of the aftermath of his furry little situation when doesnāt wanna go to the hospital wing.
obsessed bf!remus always sleeping better tucked in your bed, even if he denies it being the most comfortable place heās ever been.
obsessed bf!remus who is so used to the same routine ever day, centering his entire schedule around you and spending every minute apart thinking of your warm, soft bed and fingers running through his hair.
hii, thanks for the ask! š it warmed my heart to see interest in this fic, bc "surrender" was like my first series ever (my baby still! š„ŗ). tbh i was worried it wasn't as good and if people were enjoying it š
sooo i had it on hold for now... but i think abt revisiting/re-starting it so often, it'll inevitably come soon!
i even had the next chapter started/cut off from the 2nd (back in April), bc it was getting too long.
maybe this is the reboot launch? in any case it'll be crumbs to enjoy š
I have so many WIPs, someone save me from myself
ąŖāā“ Sneak peak if anyone wants it...ąŖāā“
TWs: Bodily harm and imprisonment
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this is one of my upcoming auās Iād like to post soon , Iād love for some requests on what you would like to see for it , and some ideas and things you would want for the reader , I plan on making her a profile like this here (an example) and Iād love to incorporate what you guys would want , my inbox is open to suggestions and to yap about it mwah !!
here is the pinterest as well !!
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