#tom blyth x male!reader

[slutforsnow]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY POOKIE 🫶🏼

[gladiatorcunt]

Modern coryo whos trying to sorta maybe manipulate his gf by being obsessed and then not reading her texts for 3 days but the gf is literally the same so it’ll be like

r: “heyyy” and then a day later he replies “heyaaa” and then it goes on like that for a week until he cracks and sends her 15 messages in the span of 4 minutes

cw: feminization/fem label “gf” but the reader is still only intended to be afab, the ask has she/her pronouns but i don’t use them in the writing, manipulation and toxic behavior, typical coryo/modern!coryo warnings, love bombing, not canon to the main au, black cat reader ish, reader has a shower in their dorm bc i say so 🤫, male masturbation

Now Coryo wouldn’t do this during your relationship, despite his best attempts to play it cool, you make him panic and he’s immediately resorting to rich boy love bombing (trips, those ridiculously expensive boxed roses, 999999999 rounds of oral on his yacht, a summer house, etc.) followed by baby trapping. He’s not stupid enough to try something like that deeper into your relationship, for him it’s about making sure the foundation is as solid as possible and not shaking it up.

This would really only happen before you even start dating, after he’s bumped into you in the dorms enough times to wear you down into giving him your number. He’s still in his “i have to the most mysterious person alive” mindset and he hasn’t quite shed the fuckboy persona yet. He doesn’t seek anybody out or anything, it was love at first sight with you unfortunately, he’ll just imply that that you’re another contact in a long list. (You’re the only one in his favorites 💀)

You’re smart enough to be wary, too involved in academics and proving yourself to go sniffing around Coriolanus Snow. You don’t really talk to a lot of people, and you’re not interested in a swarm of meaningless interactions. You’re just grateful that he stopped calling you so much, learning that you very much prefer texting. He’s the king of the “hey u up?” text, and you have the flattest look on your face as you reply “Yes.” and turn your phone face down. Exchanges like happen over and over.

Does your heart flutter when he insists on walking you to class and pecking your cheek at the door? Yes but you’ll roll your eyes and make a big deal out of wiping it off. Are you intrigued by how much he hauls ass to get you your coffee order whenever he senses that you need it (because he can, he’s like spiderman but lame)? Well, yes, but he must be playing some kind of game with you. Has a cliche bet with his fraternity brothers over your assumed virginity maybe. The more you’re determined to not fall for it, the more you find yourself slipping as the days go by.

Just when you turn your head when he pecks your cheek outside the lecture hall, expecting the gesture more than dreading it, he gives you a blank stare and turns on his heel. You take a second to blink and then shrug, it’s no skin off you back if Coriolanus decides to be normal for once. You definitely do not have a bit of a scowl throughout the entire session. (he nearly lost it when you didn’t react at the lack of a kiss, he kicked the wall and almost broke his foot)

He’s back to the “heyy” texts at random hours, responding to your “Hey.” that came a day later two days after that. He’s screaming into his pillow and pacing his grandma’am’s gardens, glaring at the staff pruning the shrubs. Coryo would rather die than admit defeat though, so he hardens his resolve. You’ll break eventually. You on the other hand are living normally, slurping ramen and working on essays. You’ve learned not get your hopes up over a pipe dream, the idea that someone like him would genuinely care about you being so laughable that you get over it rather quickly. You may be from different economic classes, but a man’s attention is never a necessity. That an he’s far from the only trust fund kid in the world.

A week later, your phone goes off in the middle of the night. You step out of the shower and dry yourself off, walking over to your bed and picking it up. To your surprise, the notification from Coriolanus isn’t another dry message, it’s several videos. They all look dark and fuzzy, ranging from 30 seconds to 10 minutes. In some of the thumbnails you can see flashes of bare skin. You click on the first one and are immediately faces with Coriolanus Snow’s sweaty abs.

You’re frozen as he eventually splatters jizz all over them, the camera work is shaky and the flash exposes too much for your liking. You can see his abdominal muscles twitch in the aftermath of his orgasm. He drags his fingers through his own cum and smears it over the camera, giving you a pov of what it’d be like to have your face covered in it.

Your phone chimes again.

Stalker: turn the sound on for the rest ;) see u at the car wash next friday, babe ❤️

You block him (after you save the videos and check the charge on your vibrator).

[usetheeauthor]

The Yandere Knight Wants Me As His Last Dying Wish 🥀 (MDNI +18)

(Teaser)

King’s Knight!Yandere!Coriolanus Snow x Nun!Virgin!Reader

A/N: This is kinda beauty and the beast inspired although really dark. But im currently working on it. Snow is going to be an absolute menace and simp for the reader.

Summary: Coriolanus isn’t too fond that the young nun, who once took care of him as a child during the dark days, has her attention taken away by others. An unhealthy obsession for you to belong to him and no one else plagues him and with the “flower lungs” a.k.a. Hanahaki disease shortening his lifespan and slowly deteriorating his mind, kidnapping you in what could possibly be his final days doesn’t sound like such a bad idea.

Tw/Warnings/Tags: SMUT like really filthy smut (its a surprise 🤭), age gap (coriolanus is 18-19, reader is late 20s), DUBCON/NONCON situations, some sejanus plith x reader, sort’ve adopted highbottom!reader, loss of virginity, dom!corio with some switching, corio has a mommy kink, extremely toxic yandere traits, blood and violence, graphic language

(Excerpt)

Coriolanus pinches the bloodied flower petal between his thumb and index finger, studying it profoundly. What an enigma the human body is. This single rose petal had been produced right from his own body. From his own bloodied mouth. At his fingertips rests his fate. Coriolanus knew it well. After all, it was the same curse that ate away at his grandfather then years later his father.

How could he have been so foolish to have let his guard down? To think for a second that he wouldn’t fall victim to the same disease that coursed through the veins of the men in the Snow family?

He could feel his rage burning so deeply within the pits of his stomach, he’s almost convinced he’ll spontaneously combust. Instead, he crushes the rose petal in a closed fist, eyes narrowing in you and Sejanus’s direction.

You don’t seem to understand the pain you’re putting him through. Or maybe…maybe it isn’t that you don’t understand but rather you don’t care! Despite all his best efforts to show you how much he cares, you turn your back on him! For village scum!

His condition is your doing! The underlining deformity will chip away at the perfect image he’d created for himself all because you couldn’t just stay loyal to him and only him. Now instead of focusing his time with Lucy Gray, Coriolanus’s physiological, biological—even mental—state is dependent on your compliance to remain his property. Even if it meant locking you away from the world, you will learn to accept that fact.

Hmm. Locking you away from the world? Actually… that thought sounds quite enticing. And you’d seldom reject any form of punishment if it is in your best interest to pay for your sins like a good little lamb should.

[son-of-anubis]

For Our Eyes, Only

Billy x Male Reader

WARNINGS: one dick sucking moment that is not even that grafic, some making out, jealousy, homophobia (mostly internalized but refers to the times i guess), not proofread

A/N: first writing ever, be nice please 😅, also obviously English is not my first language sorry about that

The air in the saloon was somehow both airy and suffocating, loud voices echoing throughout the open space.

Y/N could see some of his men playing what he assumed was poker in the far right corner. His eyes stayed on Billys frame for a second longer than the rest. The broad shoulders and lanky torso. Flashes of just hours earlier plauges his mind.

"Fuck, just like that doll," Billy breathed out, intoxicated on the other mans actions.

Y/N managed a strained smile, even with Billys cock in his mouth. He felt immense pride, for being able to render the gunman from mysterious to babbleing fool.

The grip on his hair hardened and he...

"....ardon, sir? Excuse me?" the soft voice of the barmaid pulled him back to reality.

"Hmm?" he felt somewhat stupid for being so lost, but daydreamers weren't uncommon.

The woman, Penelope, giggled and put a hand on his bicep before asking him if he wanted anything more to drink.

Even though Y/N hated to do it, he flirted back. What he and Billy were doing, even if it was real to them, was a sin. He knew that. It wasn't natural. Though he never quite could figure out how all love but theirs was natural, it was just an accepted fact.

He could feel Billy watching him and for a moment he felt awful. He wanted so to just walk over to him, caress his hair, smooth the frown from his brows, kiss his jaw and tell him nothing compares to him.

But alas, he never could. So he put on the most charming smile he could and put his full focus on Penelope.

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"No mrs. L/N? I'm surprised!"

Y/N shrugged "No time really," he hoped the smiled reached his eyes "no time and no right person"

Penelope leaned in to him. Then she stilled. The smell of smoke and whiskey, mixed with a strong musky vanilla reached his nose and he knew who spooked her.

He turned around casually, catching the jealous sparkle in the taller mans eyes.

"Billy" he breathed out. He felt a stirring in his stomach at the fact that he would walk over here out of jealousy over him, but he also felt a pit forming. Eyes quickly darting around, hoping noone recognized the possessiveness as anything other that brotherly care.

"I need to talk to you." was the curt response he got.

Giving a smile he hoped was at least somewhat apolagetic, he removed himself from the barmaid and followed Billys fast pace out the doors.

Before Y/N could even question him he was pulled into a dark corner of the town and pushed up against a wall.

Their tounges fighting for dominance, a frustration of hiding that neither one could truly ever get out of their systems.

Finally pulling away, foreheads resting against each other.

Billy gruffed out a quiet 'sorry'. And Y/N nodded his head, because he did understand. They belonged to each other, but the world was never to know.

[sspextkr]

mdni, billy/amab!reader

so the Thought™️ from earlier was topping him originally. bending him over a table and fucking him like there's no tomorrow. and honestly? i can see him being a dom bottom too. maybe on the softer side, but he'd tell you exactly how he wants it and praise you all the while.

"riiight there.. attaboy.."

"keep goin', baby.. shit, i want all of you."

"fuck.. you gonna be good f'me and make me come?"

but also like this facade ends very quickly and he ends up nearly sobbing for you to go harder.

[softie-rain]

Second drabble based on this request! not proof read so forgive any mistakes <3

pure fluff - billy the kid x male!reader (not specified but it is how I pictured it)

You've spent the whole morning in the field with Billy, picking up flowers. He was now resting under a tree, watching as you still kept on looking for daisies. He smiled when he saw you walking up at him, hiding something behind your back.

"What's that?" He asked, as you sat next to him on the grass.

"A surprise." You said, taking out the flower crown you had made and showing it to him.

His smile widened. "That's beautiful love."

"Glad you like it. 'Cause it's yours." You quickly put it on his head, gently, to not break it. He scrunched his nose as two flowers fell off of it, but it mostly stood intact.

"Well? How do I look?"

"Handsome as ever."

He laughed and picked up one of the fallen flowers- a baby breath. "You know, they say blowing one of these can make your wish come true."

"Yeah?" You tilted your head, furrowing your eyebrows.

Billy looked at you and smiled, blowing it in front of you, all the tiny stems ending up in your face and hair, making him laugh. He helped you take them off at best and smiled even more when he noticed your adorable frown.

"Well, what did you wish for?"

"For every day to be spent with you, just like this one."

"Wow. I'm afraid you're a goner, Mr. Bonney."

Billy rolled his eyes jokingly, "Oh stop it." And shushed you with a kiss.

[tokensonsaturn]

I better see some ppl stepping up to the plate and write Billy x male reader

[hearts4hughes]

JEALOUS LOVER | CORIOLANUS SNOW

young!coriolanus snow x fem!reader

summary: coriolanus battles to control his possessive and jealous nature when seeing you with a friend.

note: i’m aware that coriolanus is such a terrible person, but it doesn’t help that they casted tom blyth (the definition of perfect) as him. i couldn’t fight the urge to write about him and i’m glad i didn’t! hope you enjoy!

warnings: borderline toxic relationship?, jealousy, angst w/ a happy ending, fluff, gets a little steamy towards the end (🙈)

coriolanus watched from a distance, his piercing eyes fixated on your every move. as you engaged in conversation with sejanus, a fleeting smile playing on your lips, a storm brewed in his gaze. his jaw clenched; eyes, once crystal blue, were now dark and stormy.

discomfort envelops him, triggering nausea through his chest; he refuses to be treated like a child. however, the simple act or even the notion of you interacting with another man, fuels a visceral anger: clenched fists, muscles tense, poised to eradicate any man who even looks in your direction.

“you’re so funny, sejanus.” you laughed, your hand lightly grazing his bicep. the action was subconscious. a platonic movement that made no one bat an eyelash.

well, except for coriolanus.

his tongue ran over his teeth as he shook his head, trying to control himself. self-control, he repeated over, and over again in his mind. he’d learn how to control himself at such a young age. to know how to mask any emotion in order to appear professional and calm. but one look at you laughing and touching another male had him forgetting all of his previous lessons.

taking a deep breath, he made his way over to you. his attempt to remain composed was unsuccessful. his fair skin was painted deep shades of red; his breath was heavy with anger; his eyes narrowed as he shot daggers at sejanus.

“hi coryo!” you smiled, taking note of his tense stature. “we were just catching up.” your hand motions towards sejanus who greets him. the blonde nods, not impressed with the whole situation.

self-control.

“well, we better get going.” he stated simply, checking his watch. “it’s getting late and i don’t want y/n and i to walk home in the dark.” he feigned a tightlipped smile. your brows furrowed in confusion. it was nowhere near sunset, what had the boy in such a hurry?

“it was nice to see-” your words were cut short as coriolanus grabbed your arm, pulling you away from sejanus and towards the exit. your head turned between both boys before sending sejanus a pitiful smile to which he returned.

as coriolanus whisked you away, the corridor echoed with the abruptness of his hurried steps. his grip on your arm, firm yet possessive, spoke volumes.

the walk home was practically silent. tension sat in the air weighing down both of your shoulders. your gaze remained fixed on coriolanus’s side profile. meanwhile, his eyes remained focused on the sidewalk, meticulously scrutinizing the cracks and crevices in the concrete as if searching for answers in their patterns.

finally, you broke the grueling silence. “coryo, what’s wrong?” your hand finds its way to his, intertwining your fingers. coriolanus, his gaze momentarily lifting from the sidewalk, met your concerned eyes. the weight on his shoulders seemed to lift slightly. his jaw tightened, but his eyes softened, revealing a vulnerability beneath his anger. “it’s nothing,” he muttered, the words carrying the weight of something untold.

your brows furrowed in gentle concern, “you can talk to me. you know that right?” at this point your walking comes to a halt. your hand raises to brush his platinum curls away from his face. he nods, but he doesn’t dare meet your gaze— too ashamed of his pathetic insecurities. at last, he lets out a huff, caving into the warmth of your touch and the sweetness of your words.

“i just… i didn’t like seeing you with him,” he admitted, his tone laced with vulnerability and possessiveness.

“with sejanus?” you inquired.

“yes!” although he raised his voice, his tone was still hushed— embarrassed even. “seeing you with him today, laughing at his jokes and touching his arm, made me,” he paused to take a deep breath, “it all made me jealous.” your hand found its way to his face, your fingers brushing his cheeks soothingly.

“coryo, there’s no need to be jealous,” you reassured, your voice a gentle melody. “there’s no one else i’d rather be with than you.”

the words, a sweet offering of devotion, seemed to fan the flames within him. a smirk played on his lips, ego swelling with satisfaction as his eyes, once dark and stormy, now took on a smoldering gaze. a subtle shift in his demeanor was evident as he wrapped his arms around your waist, hands trailing dangerously close to your ass. without responding, coriolanus leaned in, his lips capturing yours with hunger.

the kiss was fiery and a desperate need for closeness. his hand slid sensuously along the curves of your waist, fingers tracing a path, as if claiming every inch of you. his lips moved with a skilled urgency, exploring the contours of your mouth. your tongues clashed together in each other’s mouths. the blonde swallowed your moans and whines, trapping them.

as you both reluctantly pulled away from the scorching kiss, a lingering heat hung in the air. a sly smirk played on both of your lips.

“you have no idea what you’re doing to me, y/n.” he said, breathlessly. “and i want you to remember that every inch of you is mine.” you smiled, not quiet realizing the toxicity of your boyfriend’s words. you were blinded by his sweet, pleasing words and his gorgeous face structure to even notice.

the rest of the walk was silent, but the air wasn’t filled with a lingering tension. no, if anything, it was filled with a newfound sense of lust and love.

[wh0reforcoriolanussnow]

Fate, maybe? || Tom Blyth x actress!reader

Summary: after being each other’s celebrity crush and ending up dating, you both find out that you get the roles you have been auditioning for, as each other’s love interest. Sort’ve a part 2 to ‘And they meet’ go read it!!

Warnings: fem!reader

Wc: 1,192

A/n: yk I had to jump on to this when I found out that Olivia Cooke is gonna be the lead female actor for the new movie Tom is starring in (idk if it’s fully confirmed)

Tangled in each other’s embrace, the movie tangled playing in your living room as you both u mugs of coffee, the sudden ringing of your phone interrupted the moment.

Turning over your phone screen, your agent Lisa's name illuminates the display. Tom looks down at you, concern etched on his face. "Everything okay?" he inquires, and you hum in response, "Just my agent. I'll be back," you say, lifting the phone and rising, already yearning for the comfort of Tom's embrace left behind.

“Hello?” You say, closing the door behind you for some privacy. “Y/n I have great news!” You held your breathe, wondering what it could be. “You got the lead female for that movie you auditioned for a couple months back!” She excitedly squeals.

You lightly furrow your eyebrows, a brief pause betraying the effort to recall the specific movie amidst several recent auditions. Sensing your momentary confusion, Lisa interjects, "Sorry, I should've been more specific," and her chuckle follows, "A Farewell to Arms, remember?"

Your eyes sparkled with delight at the mere mention of the movie. "Oh my god, really?" you exclaimed, your hands instinctively covering your mouth in sheer excitement. "Yes! Congratulations, Y/n! You're going to do amazing in it! I'll email you more details," Lisa conveyed, her voice filled with genuine enthusiasm.

“Thank you! I’ll wait for it,” You stare at yourself in the mirror with a huge smile. When you hand up the phone you start silently squealing, jumping up and down in excitement. You had read the novel and absolutely loved it so when you found out they were making a film adaptation of it, you jumped at the opportunity.

Meanwhile, downstairs in the living room, Tom also received a call from his agent. “Hello?” Tom places the phone to his ear. “Tom! Good morning!” Amanda’s voice rings through the phone. A smile makes it to his lips, “Morning Amanda,” He chuckles.

“I have some news for you! Are you alone right now?” She asks as Tom looks over his shoulder and to the stairs you had just gone up. “Yeah, yeah I’m alone” He says, turning back around.

“You know that audition you did a couple months ago for the movie, a farewell to arms?” Amanda’s voice was one of excitement, “Yeah?” He gulped, “Tom, you did it! You got the lead male role!” The words hung in the air, sinking into Tom’s consciousness.

A grin stretched across his face. Trying to contain his excitement, he thanked his agent and ended the call just as you walk down the stairs, a smile on your face.

"You seem happy," Tom offered his signature smile, and you chuckled in response. "Very," you chimed in a sing-song voice, approaching Tom, who remained seated on the couch. Your arms gracefully wrapped around his neck, and you showered kisses along the side of his face.

You wanted to tell Tom about the role you just got but knew you weren’t allowed to until they officially released the news. So for now, you had to keep a secret from your boyfriend. Same went for Tom, he was dying to tell you about the role he just landed but, he had to wait.

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You scrambled around the house in search of your scarf. “Babe! Have you seen my scarf?” You call out as Tom rushes to find his shoes. “The black one?” He calls back, tying his shoes. “Yeah!” “They’re on the counter here!” He picks up your scarf just as you come down the stairs.

You gratefully smile at him as he wraps it around your neck, “There, gorgeous,” His hands rest on your shoulder for a bit as he studies you. You lean in to press a gentle kiss on his lips.

“I gotta go, my drivers here,” You sigh as you sling your bag across your shoulder. “I think my driver will be here soon, have a good day today,” He grins, tucking his keys in his pockets.

The two of you were going to be out for the whole day. You were off to do a chemistry test with whoever the lead male was, and Tom was doing the exact same, but for whoever the lead female was. Little did the two of you know that you’d be seeing each other very soon.

You give him a final peck as you go on your tippy toes before leaving the house, getting into the car and driving off. The whole car ride there you were slightly nervous. Your head was swimming with thoughts about who would the male lead be.

Would we get along? Will we have chemistry? What if we don’t? Your thoughts came to a stop when the car came to a halt infront of a building. “Have a good day, Y/n. Hope everything goes well!” Trevor, your driver smiles at you. “Thanks Trevor, I hope so too,” You chuckle opening the car door and stepping out.

You were a couple minutes early but they let you wait inside. Your leg was slightly bouncing as you watch the clock on the wall. The male lead would be here any minute now.

Suddenly, the door opened where a young woman peeked her head out of, “Y/n Y/l/n?” “Yes?” You stand up, grabbing your things. The woman’s eyes look around the room, “Oh, he hasn’t arrived yet. That’s okay, you can start getting ready for chemistry test,” She smiles sweetly at you as you nod, following her.

She hands you a piece of paper with lines from a scene for the movie. As you scanned the words, a voice resonates from outside, "I'm so sorry I'm late! Traffic was horrible," a masculine voice apologizes, prompting you to lift your head toward the door.

It began to open and you swore your heart nearly stopped beating. “Tom?” Your jaw drops open as he freezes. “Y/n?” “What are you doing here?” You both say in sync as you burst out into laughter. Your eyes then move to the young woman who was grinning from to ear.

"I'm here for a chemistry test..." you trail off, and he responds, "Me too." The realization dawns on both of you, and smiles effortlessly spread across your faces. "So, this was the new project you're working on?" Tom chuckles, moving closer as you nod. "Oh my god, what a coincidence," you shake your head in disbelief.

"Who knew we'd be starring in the same movie together as lovers," he chuckled. "Crazy, right?" You smiled at him, and he kissed your cheek. The chemistry test kicked off seamlessly, a testament to the natural connection between you two. Being together made it a breeze, and the rapport you shared translated effortlessly into the scene, setting the tone for an easy journey while fillings

"The casting directors had already chosen you well before they found out that you two were dating," the young woman chuckled, skillfully removing the camera from its stand. A shared smile passed between you and Tom, a subtle acknowledgment of the serendipity that brought you together on and off the screen.

[jhkfan123]

𝑁𝐴𝑉𝐼𝐺𝐴𝑇𝐼𝛰𝑁

JHKFAN123

requests open! (and encouraged)

jhkfan123 sign: aquarius minor 🥂🌷🎀

currently writing for: tom blyth, coriolanus snow

i do write:

fem!reader character/actor x reader romance fluff angst one shots full length series(s)

i do not write:

heavy smut (a tiny bit is ok) polyamory pedophillia male!reader

masterlist below!

𝑀𝐴𝑆𝑇𝐸𝑅𝐿𝐼𝑆𝑇

ENCHANTED - TOM BLYTH

preface & chapter 1

chapter 2

chapter 3

chapter 4

chapter 5

chapter 6

chapter 7

chapter 8

chapter 9

chapter 10

chapter 11

chapter 12

story complete

CORIOLANUS SNOW

money, power glory

you're losing me

scandal

million dollar man

don't forget me (like the others)

after last night

big shot

dress

phantom

more coming soon!

TOM BLYTH

because i liked a boy

more coming soon!

[sophiemariepl]

I think we need to talk about fetishizing celebrities, or more precisely, about borders of it.

It's something I recently spotted among fans of my new favourite actors, that is, Ewan Mitchell and Tom Blyth.

Like, I can get that many people (including myself) find them attractive rn. I get that many people feel h0rny because of them. I can get lots of smut being written about their characters (in case of Ewan it's mostly Aemond Targaryen, and in case of Tom it's predominantly Coriolanus Snow). Heck - I can even get smut fanfics being written about these people as themselves (e.g. Ewan Mitchell x reader or Tom Blyth x reader fics).

But damn, I have recently seen some very unhinged comments and discussions under their photos in which people comment on… Tom’s and Ewan’s actual p*nises.

Like, people, are you okay? Like, do you even understand how disgusting and degrading it is? Or even dehumanizing?

If you don’t understand what I mean, ask yourselves how do you respond to such comments being said about female celebs, especially by a predominantly male audience.

For instance, men commenting on Pamela Anderson’s, Salma Hayek’s, or Florence Pugh’s breasts. Or commenting on someone else’s butt or other body parts. Or even publically describing what they would do to these women.

These celebs may not even read all of the comments about their bodies, or they may not be reading them at all, but what matters here, is the other message.

Such behavior sends a message that it's okay to dehumanize, degrade, overly sexualize, and fetishize the people we find attractive.

And it has to be stopped.

[usetheeauthor]

TYKWM Update:

Currently working on The Yandere Knight Wants Me As His Last Dying Wish or TYKWM. It’s gonna take a bit because its plot heavy but worth it, just working multiple works at once. But when I tell yall Coryo is gonna be so delusionally simp for reader lol. Also since it’s beauty and beast inspired with also swan lake references as well but it’ll be with my own twists with coryo having the hanahaki disease trope and also a hint of monsterfucking elements (coryo slowly becoming a male harpy/basically morphing into the very thing he hates)

Anyway here’s another glimpse:

See this post for context

[son-of-anubis]

Begging you to write Coriolanus Snow x Male!reader fics!! There’s not nearly enough!

I am happy to try! Hope you like it!

Beauty in lies?

Coriolanus Snow x Male!Capitol Reader

Content: Jealousy, not really Lucy Gray slander as reader is very aware of how cool she is but clearly doesnt like her, reference to Coryos slow decent into madness, idk what else?

A/N: not proofread sorry! It took a while to do this because my dog has been a bit sick, but I am trying! Thanks all for liking my writing!

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Lucy Gray was a pain. A beautiful and talented pain. But still, a pain.

I looked at Coryo across the table. The Snow estate, once beautiful, now quite barren. I studied his face, carved to perfection. He was very slim, but most people were, the war had spared noone really.

He must have felt my staring, because suddenly I was met with blue eyes. Coriolanus was still bent over his bowl of watery soup, his eyes peering at me through his whitish blond locks. He quirked a brow, silently asking why I could possibly be observing him with such interest.

"You're tribute is quite, colorful." I hated how insecure I sounded. I wanted it to come off as nonchalant, maybe even like I was looking down on the girl.

Coryo hummed, suspicion falling over his face.

"So?" His voice sounded like honey to my ears, but the sharp edge was impossible to deny.

I almost wanted to back down. Stop my questioning and smooth it all over. But I didn't.

"You seem to be very involved. She is a interesting girl, no?" The heavy emphasis on 'girl' hung in the air. The hope was that he would volonteer information. Coryo rarely did, but maybe, just maybe this time.

"I'm her mentor, she has to perform to Capitol liking." Or maybe not.

I sighed and looked away. Most days being Coryos boyfriend made me feel special and amazing, like a precious gem, or one of his grandma'ams roses.

But every now and then Coryos clear obsessive nature and need to be the best would beat out the affection they felt for each other. I hated those times.

"I better leave." I said, clearing my throat. He was still observing me, but seemed to let my fishing for answers, that I didn't really want, go as I leaned down to quickly kiss his lips.

As I left to my own house the anxiety grew in my stomach. Something was going to go wrong, I was sure of it.

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Wow. Just wow.

Looking at the TV from my couch I could easily see Coryo and his tribute, so close they were sharing a breath between the bars.

Lucys face was somewhat obscured by Coriolanuses but it was hard to miss when Lucy leaned into my boyfriend.

I turned the TV off. Fuck them. I knew it. I knew I was going to be cast aside. He never could let go once he latched onto something.

My face felt hot but I refused to cry, it was pathetic.

Slamming the door to my room I sat down at my desk, taking deep breaths. Why would he do this to me? Why?

I looked around my room, Coryo didn't like being at my house, he said it reminded him of a life he didn't have anymore. My eyes stopped at a frame. It was a picture of me, Coryo, Sejanus, Tigris and Clemmie at a festival that was held before the games every year. I tried to think if he ever stopped looking at me the way he was looking at me in the picture. I dont think he did? But who knows.

With a sigh I ripped my clothes off and got ready for bed. Fuck him.

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I woke up with a start. It was still dark outside but something was shaking me. Trying to blink the sleep away my focus quickly fell on sky blue eyes.

"Coryo......lanus." I greeted. I was probably being petty, insisting on full name formal, but I didn't really care.

He regarded me for a bit, before lightly nudging my shoulder. With a groan I moved closer to the wall and he easily joined me in bed. He must have already taken his shirt off before he woke me I concluded.

"You really shouldn't trust everything you see on TV, you know." Coryo decided to cut the silence. I hummed.

"What about trusting my own eyes?"

"Well, your eyes was seeing it from the angle the Capitol wanted, did they not?"

"I guess." I agreed, turning away.

The tension was thick and it stayed quiet for a long while before I felt his arms wrap around me.

"We didn't kiss. I'm not saying it wasn't tempting, but you are much more important than Lucy Gray. I just-"

"Get stuck, I know." I let out another tired and frustrated groan. I know, like a bloodhound he was stuck on a trace. Always.

"She-" a kiss to my shoulder, "does-" one to the top of my head, "NOT-" one to the nape of my neck, "matter." and a final on to my cheek.

I finally turned around in his arms, trying to find a lie on his face.

"You promise?" my voice sounded like a whisper, yet still echoed in the small space between us.

"Absolutely. She is going to get me the Plinth Price. Then we are on track to one day rule all of panem, the way we want to. All of it, just for us. Just for you. Okay?"

He could be lying, but the determination on his face comforted me, so I made the choice to believe him.

With a soft kiss to his lips I mumbled a 'okay', relaxing into his embrace and falling back asleep.

[6rookie-writer0110]

Could you do some young coriolanus snow played by Tom Blyth x male reader smut and with top dom coriolanus and sub bottom reader please with some daddy kink and breeding and coriolanus just being fully in charge of reader and saying “who owns you huh” or “ who’s your daddy baby” with overstimulation as well

Hot. Ok I will write it

[amaryllisenvy]

The Ties That Bind

Part One Billy the Kid x OC

Hello, Dear reader.

I've been out of the fanfic game for some time, but tom blyth has me in a chokehold. His performance as billy the kid has become my muse. Hopefully this fanfic is as cathartic to you all as it is to me. I did not proofread this yet, so errors will be present.

WARNINGS: SA, blood, violence, guns, smut, and so much more. I will try to put warnings, but please read at your own discretion. MDNI!

Part 1: November 1st, 1876

Smoke billows in clouds around the candlelit room. It was grating. The smell of cigars made the girl in the darkest blue dress, the color of the deepest trenches in the seas, grimace. The stench of male sweat mixed with spirits sticking to the floor. It was loud. Much too loud for Amaryllis’ liking. And the man who sat beside her at the table was much too close for her liking. 

“As I was saying,” The man wrapped an arm around her and pulled her into him. She felt his cracked lips graze her ear, could smell the stench of alcohol, and she tensed imperceptibly. “Me and you cut our losses and go somewhere more private an’ have some fun.”

Her sugary sweet smile was enough to make scholars believe she was genuine. “As handsome as that offer sounds, I do believe I have yet to lose anything. If you can’t tell by the smile on my pretty painted lips, I am having fun.”

She extracted herself from his grip but held onto his forearm with feigned womanly affection. His eyes darted down and he noticeably sat up straighter with more confidence. The sickening smirk on his face told her all she needed to know about this man.

“You must be a silly bitch. I wasn’t askin’.” He stood up and swayed drunkenly before he grabbed her small frame and forced her out of her seat. Facing away from him, she could see the other men at the table openly laughing at their buddy’s antics. The man’s grip on her was bruising and the wind was knocked out of her as he shoved her through the saloon door.

The crisp air felt relieving as she filled her lungs greedily with it, finally not feeling smoke fill them instead. Her eyes shot to the sky and she saw the moon peaking from behind the clouds. Were they moving, or was her head just spinning?

“Stables.” The man grunted and gave her an albeit lighter shove but still a shove nonetheless.

She rolled her eyes and gritted her teeth before turning toward the portly gentleman whose face was set in a snarl. She only needed a second to study him before determining that she would need to be more insistent. 

“While I would love to indulge a fine man such as yourself, I am already taken, sir.” She pulled the fingertips of her gloves, revealing her wedding band. “I am afraid you will need to take your interests elsewhere. God’s plan was for me to be married and loyal to my husband, and that is what I shall be.”

“Enough with the talking. Your husband don’t need to know about nothin’.” He grabbed her by the elbow and began pulling her over to the stables.

“Sir, I’m afraid I must insist. You deserve a fine woman who is not already taken.” 

“I ain’t looking for nothing but a piece of tail. Now get inside.” He gave her another cruel shove. 

Straightening herself from nearly falling onto the floor. She faced away from him and heard him clamoring with the door to the stables. She rolled her eyes, and then her neck. 

“Sir, I’m asking you one final time.”

“Shut your goddamn mouth and spread your legs.” He shoved her against a stall, the black filly inside whinnying in alarm.

Her body released all of the tension and went slack in his hold, giving up fighting.

He fumbled with the clasps of his breeches and she heard him pull his pants down. His rough hands lifted her dress and she heard the distinct rip of the expensive fabric. Motherfucker. Amaryllis pouted at the work she would need to put in to mend it. At least he made it easy for her.

In one movement, too quick for the drunken man to notice, Amaryllis grabbed the hilt of her dagger easily now that he had exposed her lower body. There were no gowns to get caught in.

With the force of the great steel beasts that ride the railroad, she jammed the dagger into the man's inner thigh. The yowl he let out sounded like an injured barn cat, not a man. She ripped from his thigh up into his groin. She felt her dagger slice through his skin easily. Her companion fell to the floor, clutching his leg that was spouting out blood. It was his back that was pressed to the wall of the stables now. 

His screams of agony rang out through the silent town she watched him writhe before she bent to his eye level. She took her blade and wiped the blood off of it on his shirt before smiling at him.

“You won’t stop bleeding. I severed your femoral artery. You don’t come back from that unless you are really lucky.” Amaryllis groaned as she stood and slid her dagger into its sheath at her thigh. Her other hand rubbed her lower back at the soreness she felt there. She was way too young to have back problems.

She pouted at the man. “However, if we take your performance at the table tonight as a reference, I wouldn’t say you have much luck at all.”

Amaryllis straightened her skirts and reached for a nearby rag that she dipped into the horses' water bucket. She made quick work of rubbing the little blood she had gotten on herself off. She swayed her way back to the saloon to earn back the money she just lost because of that douchebag.

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November 8th, 1876

Her ears rang from the firing of a gun. She hated guns, and always preferred knives. However, she understood their practical purposes. 

Amaryllis remembered her father’s old saying keenly. “If you hear a gunshot, that means you are still alive. Dead men can’t hear the shots that kill them.” 

She was alive.

She was alive.

Perhaps she wished she wasn’t when the agony set in. She looked at the boy next to her who held his gun with his mouth open in shock. He began shouting something. She stared into his eyes in the silence in her head that only followed an act so devastating that the world stopped.

Something warm bubbled in her mouth and dripped down her dress. Yllis looked down at herself just as the first drop of blood stained the pure white of her gown. She remembered how stark it looked. All of the darkest red staining what was once pure white. Just as the contrast between the two was beautiful, she recalled the bluest eyes she had ever seen on a boy with black hair. 

His eyes were the only thing she remembered as she became lightheaded. She felt faint and sunk onto her knees. She watched as his mouth moved, but she couldn’t hear a word he said as the excruciating pain started again. When the corners of her vision faded, it was a relief when she fainted.

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The sky was a cloudy shade of gray and the wind that whipped through Amaryllis’ hair had a chilling bite to it. She suspected she had another thirty minutes before she would be soaked through in 8.89oC(48oF) weather. She rushed into the saloon with her shawl wrapped tight around her. 

For once, maybe she could appreciate the stuffy bar for the warmth it brought to her bones. She was a fan of cold weather and she hated to be hot, but this might have been a little much. She quickly found the same seat that she had been occupying during her time in town. 

She was up almost five times what she had put in. She studied the men across from her as they tried so hard to hide their expressions. She just always went with her gut and she was right most of the time.

“Want one?” The elderly lady across from her offered her a cigarette from her clutch. 

Amaryllis gave her a genuine smile at the sweet gesture. “You’re so kind. I will have to pass. I’m afraid I have what doctors call a breathing sickness. Any smoke tends to make it worse.”

The old woman’s eyes widened and she stopped just before she lit her smoke. 

Amaryllis laughed at her expression, “You’re alright! I would hardly be in a smoke-filled watering hole if it bothered me too much.”

The two women who were on opposite ends of the spectrum shared a moment. They simply smiled and acknowledged one another as a kind human being. So young and so old, both had the commonality that strangers have. With a final smile, another round began.

She bit her lip and looked at the men across from her. She studied their reactions to their hands, laughing internally at how obvious it seemed. 

After quickly wiping the floor with the boys, she won another round. The next was just about to start, but she paused.

“Excuse me?” She whispered to the older woman. “I need to sit this round out and use the washroom. Can you point me in that direction?”

Just as she thought, the old lady instantly offered the answer. After checking with the dealer, she made sure she could safely leave her bag in her spot. 

She had been drinking as much water as she could to keep her health up. She couldn’t afford to get ill. However, this meant needing to pee so often that it was a nuisance at times. 

She washed her hands as best she could with the clean water she had. When she gazed at her reflection, her stomach twisted into a nervous knot. 

Amaryllis made it a point to examine the anxieties she felt at any given time. Once she found the source, she was often better equipped to find a solution. That’s why this one confused her. There wasn’t any reason to be anxiety-ridden at the moment. She shook it off and soon made her way back to her seat.

Having already set aside savings for her trek home, she found herself wanting to revel in the rush of betting and the uncertainty of whether she would win or lose. Gambling is something she had gotten from her father. However, she was able to tightly keep herself on a lead. She only ever bet money that she could live without.

As she approached the now entirely filled table, she was relieved to find her things exactly as she left them. She didn’t carry her money in her clutch, so anything stolen wouldn’t be too dearly missed. Plus, the house had all of the money she brought with her on the table already. 

As she went to pull out her chair, she was startled and looked wide-eyed at the boy who did it for her.

“Good evening, ma’am.” The young boy took off his hat and bowed slightly to her. 

A little surprised, she smiled at him. “You’re quite the gentleman. Thank you, sir.”

“Come on! Deal.” The gruff voice of the older man who now sat in the elderly lady’s spot moments ago spat out.

Before sitting, Yllis gave him a cold glare. “Place your bets.”

Yllis quickly took in the men at the table. “Mary? I think I am done playing tonight. I do want to watch these fine gentlemen play, though.”

The dealer gave her a warm smile and slid her back her cash. The glare she received from the man made her uneasy as he hungrily leered at her winnings. She could see him gritting his teeth. 

“Esta loco, ignóralo.” She smiled at the two boys and their conversation.

She knew only a few Spanish words from her time spent traveling across America with her makeshift family. When she left on her own two years ago, she didn’t think she would survive the world without them around her. But then she trained until she was sure of herself.

“Would you like to trade me seats?” Amaryllis looked between the two young men. “I don’t want to be in the way.”

Sandwiched between them, they shook their heads and declined with polite stranger smiles. Amaryllis watched the game intently.

Finding herself grinning when the younger boys won and the rude man lost, she watched as he got progressively more red and tense. To her disappointment, he calmed down after winning the next round.

Yllis loved to push people to the edge when they were being unreasonable. She loved the power of watching them fall apart so easily, particularly men. She furrowed her brows and placed a hand on her stomach at the roiling feeling she had. Her mouth started to water and she felt sick.

“Win. Win. Lose.”

Her ears started to ring and she felt time slow as she thought of what the hell could be making her feel this way. She looked up in her confusion to reach for her water, but she looked up far enough to watch the old man’s hand slam over Mary’s.

“I don’t lose.”

She knew that look on a man’s face. The old man wasn’t looking at her. Instead, she watched as his arm shifted nearer to his waist where she knew a gun would be. She looked to the boy to her left, the one with good manners and the bluest eyes she had ever seen. When she looked to the right, she knew. 

Amaryllis knew what the feeling was. The man’s mouth was spewing spit as he shouted at the top of his lungs in his anger. She didn’t register the words he spoke, only the way he looked at the Mexican boy beside her. When she looked at the boy, she saw him laughing down at his deck, not even registering the racist gaze of the psychopath across from him. 

The sound of her inhale was all she heard before she was standing. The boy finally looked up at her and furrowed his brows when he undoubtedly saw the color gone from her face. 

Her father always called her reckless, but she underestimated her opposition for the first time in years. Amaryllis had all of the knowledge she had gathered on her short time on Earth with her mother’s books laid out in front of her. She searched for a way out, but she had already moved.

She underestimated her opposition because she didn’t think he would shoot. That was why she stood in front of the dark-skinned boy.

“Sir, I think you’ve had enough. You need to calm-.”

The shot reverberated through her ears as the last words she thought she would ever speak left her lips. 

Bang.

[folkookie97]

— clara, 21, she/her. 💌

— brazilian ficwriter, angst & smut.

— INTP-T, enneagram 6w5, caprincorn sun, taurus rising & moon, sagittarius venus, scorpio mars.

— jungkook utted, taehyung & yoongi biased. bts stan since dope era 2015.

— fav movies: hunger games (all of them but especially catching fire & tbosas), the notebook, priscilla, twilight saga, scream (1996), titanic, pride & prejudice, little women (2019).

— fav TV shows: daisy jones & the six, gilmore girls, bridgerton, the haunting of hill house, grey's anatomy, friends, YOU, gossip girls

— fav artists: bts, taylor swift, ryan gosling, jacob elordi, margot robbie, emma stone, tom hiddleston, lana del rey, tom blyth.

— more random facts: i'm 5′ 2. my fav album is folklore (taylor swift) and my fav song EVER is "all too well" but that 10 minute version. i'll graduate in education degree in december. i'm left-handed and my fav colors are pink and red.

💌 i love writing smut and i also love writing angst with some BTS members x Female Reader/Female OC. i like exploring AUs and writing prompts inspired by songs too.

💌 sometimes i like to write darkfics (and the characters aren't always good people, but anyone who reads fanfic should know that these things have anything to do with the real-life members).

💌 on this account i usually pick writing ONLY about my biases (mainly jungkook, who's my ultimate). in no way am i belittling the other members, cuz i love them too, but i just feel more comfortable this way. i hope you respect that. <3

💌 but if i ever write something about them, i'll add it to the alternative masterlist.

💌 if any of my writing involve love triangles (or something like that) with the other members, I'll add it to the 2 masterlists (the real main and the alternative).

💌 THINGS I REALLY DON'T WRITE ABOUT: pedophilia, incest (step-incest MAYBE), rape/non-con (dub-con MAYBE), male!reader or male!oc, ABO, anything sexual involving poop. anyway, there are several other criminal things that are kind of obvious too, right?

💌 REQUESTS: closed for now, but you can feel free to send me messages suggesting some idea. <3

💌: all my fics are crossposted on my ao3.