#gonna be real hard making good faces tho

[justanechoflower]

Dark: heycharaIhaveagiftforyouokthanksbye

(Dark has given chara a super-choc cookie and left to hide in a bush)

*Flowey swats the cookie out of Chara's hands. No one is happy with this.*

7/7 - Temptation

[quin-ns]

Eventually (Coriolanus Snow x Reader)

Word count: 6.7k

Summary: Coriolanus could appreciate irony, but the one person he desires more than anything wanting nothing to do with him pushes him to new territory

Tags: (18+), cw: noncon, dark!coriolanus, deeply implied stalker!coriolanus, unreliable narrator coriolanus (boy is delusional tbh, no one is doing more mental gymnastics than him), pre-mentor era, obsession, unprotected sex, choking (only for like a second), virginity status undisclosed but as I was writing I began to imagine this being the first time for both of them—it’s not even implied tho, so do with that what you will

A/N: a character as evil as him I couldn’t conceive writing fluff for. he’s bad and guess what I’m not gonna fix him, but I also can’t make him not-hot so… hehe. please read the tags and proceed with caution <3

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You wanted nothing to do with him, and that made him crazy.

No, if anything, you were the crazy one. Coriolanus hadn’t done anything but try to be your friend, but you snubbed him without reason.

Coriolanus did a good job at keeping the financial situation of his family a secret. No one knew, and he doubted you were an exception. Yet, it was as if you looked down upon him.

Although, you’d grown fond of Sejanus, so even if you did know, status wasn’t a concern of yours. It was something he admired, yet questioned all at once. There had to be a reason for your dismissal. A reason you couldn’t bring yourself to even offer a smile back. It’s not like he was asking a lot.

It’s not like he wasn’t trying, either. He’d gotten used to trying to make people like him, to see him as better than he was, but it was never this hard. It would’ve been so much simpler if you just told him to his face what your problem was, but whenever he came around, mostly when you were talking to Sejanus—they were friends, it was the perfect excuse—you just went quiet. You’d greet him, make no effort to continue the conversation, then excuse yourself.

All Coriolanus wanted to know was why.

“You’re watching her again,” Clemensia whispered to him, eyes flicking between him and the paper in front of her.

They were class partners, but Coriolanus was beginning to think he spent too much time with her.

“Who?”

Clemensia let out a small chuckle, mocking him. The professor at the front of the class looked up, and Coriolanus quickly looked down at his paper, taking his eyes off of you.

“You’re too obvious,” she muttered, a smirk in her voice. “Maybe that’s why she doesn’t like you. Because you stare at her too much.”

She didn’t get a response—it didn’t deserve one. Coriolanus questioned why he ever told her anything. She made him sound like some sort of stalker. Which, for the record, he was not.

His eyes managing to find you frequently wasn’t a crime, and neither was crossing your path. Maybe it wasn’t a coincidence most of the time, but it’s not as if he was harming you by watching you. He doubted you noticed anyway.

Seeing you nearly everyday had been enough to keep him sated, but then Sejanus started talking about you. Through no fault of his own, Coriolanus learned things about you. What he came to know made him curious to discover more. Even if you did not seem keen to let him.

Being content with what he had didn’t keep its appeal for long. Not when you were right there, your presence taunting him. Making him want what you would not let him have.

“You just need to talk to her, Coryo,” Tigris told him one evening, when he revealed everything to her. “Not in class and not with Sejanus. Just you. Let her know the real you and I promise she’ll like what she sees.”

Coriolanus took his cousin’s advice to heart. She was much more empathetic than him, she had to be onto something, right?

Everything changed when Coriolanus sat across from you at a study table in the library.

As beautiful as you were from a distance, being up close was something else entirely. He could admire you for hours and never get tired.

You looked up at him, he smiled and said hello just like Tigris advised. The smile you returned seemed forced, and you ignored that he had spoken.

It upset him, but not as much as when you got up and walked out. It was the last straw. Coriolanus was following you into the hall before he could think better of it.

He caught up to you, dropping his hand to your shoulder to make you turn around and face him. When you did, you looked surprised. That wasn’t what made Coriolanus hesitate, but the realization that he had never been this close to you before. Not even sitting across from you compared to touching you.

His heart skipped a beat.

“What do you want?” you questioned, a level of annoyance he thought to be unearned in your voice.

His heart started again.

“Have I done something to you?” Coriolanus confronted you, feeling a familiar sense of agitation creep over him. He had to know. “To make you feel such distaste for me?”

“I don’t dislike you, Coriolanus,” you replied, calmly after recovering from your initial shock. “I’m just… indifferent to you.”

The answer confused him more than it did enrage him. He smothered the latter feeling as he observed you.

“You’re… indifferent,” he stated, not asking. His feet shifted beneath him. It hurt, for some reason. “Why?”

Your eyes narrowed ever so slightly, studying him. It was the same way you’d look at your books when you were struggling with a subject, lingering behind in class or the library until a triumphant smile crossed your face.

Only, that smile never came. Your expression just faded back to normal.

“You shouldn’t put so much weight on what other people think of you,” you advised, stepping closer to him. His breath caught in his chest. You smelled sweet, like flowers. “Especially not someone you don’t even know.”

It was then, he realized, you hadn’t moved closer to him with purpose. You’d been on your way moving past him. His eyes focused on your back as you walked away, figuring out what to say.

“I’d like to know you,” he announced earnestly, verbally trying to pull you back. “If you’d only give me a chance.”

You slowed to a stop, looking over your shoulder. Coriolanus felt as if he was on display as your eyes raked over him, determining for yourself his sincerity.

“You’re friends with Sejanus, aren’t you?” you wondered. It wasn’t what he expected, but Coriolanus nodded. You sighed, which irked him to think it was pity. “If you’d like to join us for lunch I wouldn’t be against that.”

“I’ll see you then,” he said, but you were already turning away. He kept to himself that he had already tried in the past.

His friend was nice. Too nice for his own good, truthfully. It wasn’t as if Sejanus completely abandoned him the moment he befriended you. It was more like he split his time, attending to both friendships. The only thing Coriolanus held against him was that he never tried to reintroduce the two of you. Maybe even put in a good word.

At lunch Coriolanus found you and Sejanus quickly, he knew where you liked to sit.

“Hey, Coryo,” Sejanus greeted, smiling. “About time you decided to join us.”

Coriolanus put on a smile as he sat down. “Well, I would’ve sooner, but I wasn’t sure I was welcome before.”

The comment made you smirk, in on the joke as Coriolanus looked at you.

“Who’s to say you are now?” you sarcastically replied, as if you hadn’t been the one to invite him.

Well, “invite” was being generous, but he still seized the opportunity nonetheless.

“Ignore her, she can’t help herself,” Sejanus said with a chuckle, used to your humor.

This time, when he tried to talk to you, you engaged. In between discussions of classes and assignments, Coriolanus had to dodge your quick wit.

He liked the challenge, and the next day, he went back for more. Even walked right past Clemanisa and Arachne, who tried to invite him to their table with Festus. You were waiting for him.

He noticed you and Sejanus already talking.

When he sat across from you, you raised your brows. “Seeking refuge?”

Before he could ask what you meant, you nodded your head towards the girls he’d left behind.

You knew about his friends?

“You could call it that,” he replied, a smile starting to appear.

You nodded and hummed.

“Well, what are your qualifications?”

“Excuse me?”

“You joke too much, Y/N,” Sejanus lightly scolded you, interrupting whatever path you were going down, which made you laugh. “He’s going to think you don’t like him.”

“He knows I don’t mean anything by it,” you assured, looking at Coriolanus. “I’m just trying to figure him out.”

Your tone was filled with confidence, but your face… Coriolanus wasn’t sure how to place your underlying expression. You had a shield up, he knew that much, but what did that have to do with him? Were you trying to figure out if you could let it down for him? Or something else?

“Of course,” Coriolanus answered, not taking his eyes off of you. “I’m an open book.”

“Are you, now?” You folded your arms on the table. “Your friends love to gossip, and I don’t think I’ve heard that about you.”

“It’s not my fault if they don’t know how to read,” Coriolanus quipped, proud of himself for being so quick.

None of his friends had wronged him, but the joke at their expense was worth it for what followed after.

He made you laugh. Not just smile, but truly laugh. It was exactly what he wanted, and it actually worked. Awe didn't begin to describe how it felt.

Joining your table for lunch became the best part of his day. Sometimes he forgot Sejanus was even there, far too eager to see you. He saw you all the time, of course. Watching you was a habit he had yet to break, but this was different. You were aware of his presence, and he was able to speak to you. It didn’t matter that you still seemed weary, it was enough.

Even if you didn’t like him, you still had conversations with him, so that was something.

Sometimes, if you were deep in a discussion, debating ethics—your favorite topic—it would continue beyond just the table. He’d walk you to class, wanting to hear your voice just a second longer.

“I want to meet this girl,” His grandmother declared one night, after Coriolanus drifted to the topic of you over dinner. He’d been doing it more recently.

Tigris gave him a look, a light frown. There was no way to do that without you coming to his home, and he wasn’t going to let that happen.

“Let Coryo decide that, Grandma‘am,” Tigris insisted, patting the older woman’s shoulder.

“Well, he has feelings for Y/N,” she argued, looking at Coriolanus. He used your name enough that she remembered it. “And she likes him too—doesn’t she?”

Coriolanus gave a tight smile. “Yes, she does.”

Keeping up appearances.

“Well, that settles it, then,” Grandma‘am decided.

“I think it’s time you get to bed,” Tigris intervened, getting their grandmother up from her chair.

Later, when they were alone, Tigris asked him, “Does she even know how you feel about her?” She knew him too well. He took too long to answer. “You should tell her. From what you’ve told us, you two should be together. But it won’t happen unless you make it known how you feel.”

Coriolanus’s dreams were filled with you, as they usually were, but something was different the morning he woke up after the conversation with Tigris.

All he had to do was prove himself to you, and he knew that now.

Coriolanus found you in the library a lot, often pretending to stumble upon you. This time, he didn’t put on a facade.

“I thought I’d find you here,” he acknowledged, sitting down beside you. Often he’d sit across, but he was testing the waters. Seeing if you were put off by the proximity. “Studying for Featherly’s class?”

“I’m terrified for his test,” you confided, rubbing your temples as you hunched down at your book. “I feel like my mind has no room for anything else. I’ve memorized nothing.”

With a sigh, you sat up and pushed the book away.

“I can help you,” Coriolanus insisted, reaching for the book. He read over the page you were on, knowing he’d already perfected the subject. “You should’ve asked for me sooner.”

Maybe it was a little spiteful, but he hadn’t purposely meant it to come out that way. You still noticed it, taking your book back.

“I’m not asking for your help now, Coriolanus,” you muttered, looking at him out of the corner of your eye.

You were the last of his friends to still call him that. Most everyone else called him ‘Coryo’. Not you. But you were stubborn in many ways. This too, apparently.

“I didn’t mean anything against you,” he said lightly, even chuckling a little. It was forced, but he wanted to show he wasn’t being that serious.

Using your own words on you did not have the desired effect.

“Mmmhmmm,” you hummed.

Coriolanus tilted his head down, trying to get you to meet his gaze. You gave in, facing him, looking unamused.

He wanted to wipe that look away, but didn’t know how. If he could just make you like him—

Suddenly, your watch began to beep.

“Test time,” you grumbled, taking back your book and getting up.

Coriolanus followed you down the hall and into class. The tests were already on the desks, waiting. You two were early—he noticed that because of the clock on the wall.

He walked you to your seat and wished you good luck. To his surprise, you offered the same in return. Then, he went to his own. Other students filed in quickly after, professor Featherly being the last to enter the room.

The professor declared, “Begin,” then sat at his desk in the middle of the room and began to read.

The test wasn’t easy, but Coriolanus knew what he was doing. One look around the classroom and he saw that wasn’t the case for most other students. He felt a sense of pride, until his gaze landed on you. You were one row down and four seats to the left. He’d counted before. You were fiddling with your pencil, struggling to come up with what to write down.

While he could’ve been the first to finish, Coriolanus let other students turn their tests in before him. An hour passed by, but it moved quickly.

There were only a few students left when you finally got up. You radiated an anxious energy, much like the others, but Coriolanus didn’t care about the others.

Clemensia stuck her hand up in the air, waiting for the professor to notice her, distracting Coriolanus briefly. When the professor looked up and noticed her, Clemansia got her wish.

Coriolanus considered himself lucky, convincing himself with his own mantra frequently. As he watched you leave your test on Featherly’s desk and rush from the room, he realized how he could help you.

He quickly marked down the rest of his answers, having stalled so he could leave when you did. The professor was making his way away from the desk, while Coriolanus got up and went in the opposite direction.

With a swift, hard kick to the leg, the professor's desk wobbled and papers spilled off on the other side. It looked like an accident.

Featherly looked over his shoulder at the noise.

“Sorry,” Coriolanus apologized, kneeling down behind the desk to collect the papers.

Without anyone watching, he found your test. He had no time to change the written questions, but he made quick work of erasing and re-doing the multiple choice, with his own test and knowledge as reference.

He had to give you credit for getting a decent amount correct, but not enough for a passing grade.

When Coriolanus fixed that, he stacked together the papers and placed them back on the desk and exited.

Everyone was waiting in the hall. Against tradition, the professor graded tests directly after and would call students in to give the results. It was time consuming, and kept everyone on campus after hours, which was against the rules, but perhaps he’d gotten some kind of exception.

You were leaning against the wall opposite of the classroom, talking to some girl from the class—Coriolanus didn’t bother to learn her name. He wanted to go to you, but Sejanus got to him first instead.

“How do you think you did?”

Coriolanus shrugged, looking down at his friend. “Fine, I think.” That was the humble answer, right? “How about you?”

“Not perfect, but I passed.”

Clemensia trotted out then, a confident look on her face.

“What was so important you had to ask during the test?” Coriolanus couldn’t help but wonder. She’d unknowingly helped him, after all.

“Just clarity on a question, wanted to make sure I got it right,” she answered with ease.

“And did you?”

She gave Sejanus a look.

“Yes, of course.”

The last person exited the class, and professor Featherly closed the door. And so the grading began.

One by one, the professor called people in. There was no method to the order, it seemed likely he shuffled the papers or chose which one to grade next at random.

Time passed, Coriolanus didn’t know how much exactly, but it was beginning to get dark outside. Tigris would be worried until he got home, but she’d understand. His studies came first.

Eventually, Coriolanus realized it was dwindling down to be just you and him left. He was lucky today.

The third to last student was in the classroom, leaving you across the hall from one another.

You pressed your lips together before speaking.

“Do you think you did alright?”

The corner of Coriolanus’s lip twitched up at the sound of your voice.

“Yes, I think so,” he answered humbly. “What about you?”

You let out a self deprecating laugh. “When I said I was terrified, I wasn’t being dramatic.” You sighed, accepting your fate. “I’ll have to do perfect on the next one, I guess.”

“I can help you with that,” Coriolanus offered.

The smile he gave you spawned a mirror reaction. He knew he was charming, he had to be, and this time you actually seemed receptive to it.

“Maybe you can.”

The sound of a door opening made Coriolanus turn. Arachne was leaving, a smug look on her face as she thanked the professor.

Then the door closed, and the professor graded another test. There were only two left.

“I wish he wouldn’t do it like this,” you filled the silence. “The others don’t make us wait like this.”

“It builds suspense, I suppose,” Coriolanus mused. “Keeps us on our toes.”

“That’s not something I need right now.”

“At least you have good company,” he noted flirtatiously. He couldn’t help but grin at his own words, especially when you bite your lip to keep yourself from smiling.

“Could be worse, I supposed,” you retorted.

More time passed. The door opened again.

“Coriolanus Snow,” the professor addressed him next. “Your turn.”

As expected, Coriolanus did close to perfect. One answer off. Best in the class.

Back in the hallway, when he was done, Coriolanus waited with you. He didn’t announce he was staying, he just returned to his spot against the wall.

“Don’t keep a girl waiting. How did you do?” you asked, departing from the wall.

Coriolanus wondered where you were going, but then, you stood next to him, leaning back against the wall. There was still an arms length between the two of you, but it was something. You’d gone to him for once.

“You’ll think I’m full of myself if I tell you,” he teased lightly, which made you roll your eyes.

“Maybe I already think that, so just tell me,” you insisted.

The comment made him falter.

“Best in the class,” he divulged.

You almost looked impressed. “Good for you.”

The door opened.

“Y/N L/N, you’re up.”

“Wish me luck,” you said under your breath before following Featherly in.

“Good luck.”

Coriolanus waited for you, just like before. He tapped his foot. The professor didn’t actually go over the answers, he just told you the grade. You’d have no way of knowing what he did for you, but he’d be there to share in your excitement when you discovered how well you’d done.

Or, how well he’d done for you.

Not long later, you and the professor exited the class together.

“Wasn’t expecting you to still be here,” Featherly addressed Coriolanus. “You should get going. I’ll see you in class tomorrow.”

Then, he left you and Coriolanus alone in the hall, presumably leaving the building.

“So,” Coriolanus began with a smile. “How did you do?”

“He asked if I’d been studying with you. Apparently we had all the same answers,” you told him, crossing your arms. “Except when I asked him to show me my exam—which I did great on, apparently—I saw answers circled that weren’t mine.”

Coriolanus hadn’t expected you to find out so quickly, but a part of him was relieved you did. It meant he got to take credit, and he could show you that he really did want the best for you.

Or, he could always lie.

“You weren scared of failing,” he finally admitted. He offered a sympathetic smile. “So I helped.”

“No, you cheated!” you accused, causing his eyes to go wide. “You’ve implicated us both. If anyone finds out…”

“Don’t be so loud,” he hissed out in a whisper, stepping closer to you. The professor could still be in the building. He doubted anyone else would be. “I just wanted to help you, okay? You needed it, so I—“

“You helped, I get it. But I didn’t ask you to do that for me, Coriolanus. I have never asked you to do anything for me,” you sneered, somewhere between offended and betrayed.

He saw the way you scanned his face—his eyes. The pleading was beginning to seep through.

A wave of realization washed over you before he even opened his mouth.

“You didn’t have to ask me to,” Coriolanus said meaningfully, stepping closer to you. “I wanted to. I wanted to help you.”

You back hit the wall. The hallway was so empty it seemed as if the subtle sound still echoed.

“I’d do anything for you, don’t you get that?”

The sound of a large door closing carried from a distance.

Coriolanus reached for your face, wishing he could take away the concern that riddled your expression. Instead, he brushed a stray piece of hair from your face.

You swallowed. Why did you look so nervous around him? You were friends now, weren’t you? You never looked scared around anyone else. Why him? Why now? His own questions frustrated him.

“We’re not supposed to be on campus after hours,” you said calmly. It was the same tone you used when you first described your indifference to him. Coriolanus thought about that moment a lot. “Featherly already left. We should leave before we get caught.”

The corners of his lips twitched down.

“We’re still talking, though, aren’t we?”

You let out a shallow breath. You had no reason to look as scared as you did.

“I think we’re done.”

Coriolanus thought back to his cousin’s advice. He could’ve followed it better if she’d written it down, perchance.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” Coriolanus pondered, smiling to himself at the sight of you. “You caught my eye from the beginning and I—I couldn’t figure out why you wanted nothing to do with me.” You watched him carefully. He wondered if you could sense the dejectedness brewing. “Did you see something in me? Is that it?”

“I don’t know,” you admitted under your breath. “People like you, and you’ve been making an effort to be my friend, so I don’t know what told me to stay away from you, but something did. I’ve tried to ignore it, but I still…” you swallowed. “I don’t know.”

The confession should’ve been a relief. That’s what he imagined it would be. That you would admit the truth, and he could fix whatever misconceptions you had.

Coriolanus did not know what to do with “I don’t know”.

Staring down at you, Coriolanus noticed your back was against the wall. Literally. He hadn’t meant to put you there, but he had.

It got you to listen, didn’t it? He’d gotten an answer?

“Can we start over?” Coriolanus suggested, even throwing in a smile that would charm most anyone. It worked on you before. “We can forget all this mess.”

You blinked. You didn’t believe him.

For most people, he wouldn’t simply let numerous slights go, but for you, if it would fix whatever this was, if it meant the two of you could have a real chance, then he’d overcome his instincts—old and new.

“I’m afraid my memory is too good for that,” you finally said, looking up at him with defiance.

Defying what, was the question. It wasn’t as if you were enemies.

The thought made his jaw clench. He let out a laugh that was sharp. It lacked any sense of humor.

“Why can’t you just accept my apology?”

Your brows arched up, questioning him.

“That was supposed to be an apology?”

“Yes,” he confirmed. “But it’s not as if I owe you one.”

“I never said you did. I never said anything. You took it upon yourself to insert yourself into my life and now you are not happy with your place in it. You’ve overstepped, and you need to let me leave.”

Coriolanus frowned.

“You act like I’m keeping you here by force.”

You look up at him, silently telling him you believed he was.

That frustrated him further.

In an act that jarred even him, Coriolanus pressed his palms against your shoulders and pushed you back against the wall when you tried to move away.

“This is force,” he declared sternly, leaning down, making you maintain his gaze.

Everyone liked control, but he hadn’t used it in such a physical way before. It thrilled him in an odd way.

“Get your hands off me.”

“Why should I? You already think so poorly of me, why not let you be right?”

You moved again then, trying to catch him off guard and squirm away. But Coriolanus was quick to shove you back against the wall.

“We can still start over. If you would give me a chance, I think we can be good together.”

He let one hand rise to rest on your cheek. Your skin was so smooth. He inhaled deeply, resolve slipping further as his eyes fell to your lips.

If Coriolanus could just prove it to you, he was sure you’d understand what he meant.

He leaned in cautiously, gauging your reaction. You didn’t flinch away. You tilted your chin up, even. That familiar skip of his heart returned.

Coriolanus’s lips only just brushed against yours before you reacted. He had a second of relief before you brought your knee up, jabbing him in the lower stomach, although he doubted that was where you were aiming. It was still enough of a shock to throw him off his game. He stumbled back, and in a flash, you were gone. You were running down the hall—trying to get away from him, like usual.

Only this time, he didn’t feel like letting you go.

Something he had slowly come to learn was when he wanted something, it wasn’t just going to be handed to him. Vying for the Plinth Prize highlighted that, alongside his childhood.

He caught you easily, hand snapping out like a snake to grip your arm and yank you back to him. You collided with his chest. It was like you weren’t even trying. Not really. Just toying with him.

“Am I a game to you?” Coriolanus hissed into your ear, wrapping you in his arms. “Something for you to play?”

“I haven’t done anything to you! I hardly even know you!” you defended, but it just made him hold you tighter.

“I know you,” he implored, fighting against your squirming. He lost balance and when you fell to the ground, you took him with you. Coriolanus got you onto your back, sitting on your thighs, gripping your wrists in his hands to keep you from swinging at him. You let out panicked breaths, staring up at him. “I know more than you think.”

Something about the position made the front of his pants begin to feel constricting.

“Coriolanus, you’re frightening me,” you enunciated, as if trying to reason with him.

“I’m not being unreasonable,” Coriolanus grit out, working to maintain his composure.

“What?” you questioned, brows pinching together, a deep frown on your face. Confused and scared. Coriolanus used to feel that way. “Just let me go.”

“And then what? You go back to ignoring me? No I can’t… I can’t go back to that. If you just give me a chance I can show you.”

Coriolanus didn’t know what happened next.

Tigris told him it was like he left his own head, sometimes. She said he’d get so caught up, he wouldn’t notice things. At the time he had laughed. If anyone stayed aware, it was him.

It wasn’t that he left his head, but got lost in it. Lost in his own inner monologue to realize what he was doing.

In this case, what he’d done.

Far too busy thinking of ways to convey everything he wanted to say to you, how to make you understand, visualizing your reaction, he’d already acted.

Maybe there were two people living in his mind. One with a conscience, one without. Or perhaps that was just something he used to justify his less than decent actions. An excuse. He’d never let himself know the truth. Not really. Not yet.

What he did know was what he could see. You, beneath him, clothes torn from your body. The only thing left was a shirt. Too much effort, apparently. Your wrists were snatched together in one of his hands.

The power stirred something within him.

One might say he was out of excuses when he reached for the zipper of his pants, but no one else was here, were they?

Your mouth was moving. Speaking. Maybe even yelling. Looking at him, looking around the room. He couldn’t hear a sound but his own heart thumping in his ears paired with his own eager breaths. Was that normal?

He moved, wedging himself between your legs, nudging them apart to make room for himself.

“It’s just us,” Coriolanus spoke, loud enough to hear himself. You flinched. “No one’s here.”

He gripped himself, stroking his cock, lining himself up with your entrance. His patience was running incredibly thin.

Tears pricked in your eyes. You stopped struggling at his words, accepting it for what it was. Good.

“Why are you doing this?”

He heard your voice clearly, that time, despite the strain in your tone.

Coriolanus observed you carefully, squeezing your wrists together in one hand and lovingly caressing your hip with the other.

He finally understood the answer you’d given before. He found it fitting now.

“I don’t know.”

To him, it was the truth.

The moment Coriolanus pressed himself inside of you, it was as if the rest of the world disappeared. After so long of wanting you in every way, shape, or form, this was long overdue.

“You’re perfect for me,” he breathed out. Coriolanus gave a shove of his hips, his gaze falling to your mouth as an unwilling yelp slipped out. “I knew you would be.”

You were tight, too tight, even. Unwelcoming. Yet still, you felt like home.

His hand—the one that was on your hip—drifted between your legs. He found your clit, running his thumb in small circles, trying to ease the pressure you must’ve been feeling.

Coriolanus did not want to hurt you.

He looked into unfocused eyes. Where were you? Were you trying to be somewhere else?

He let your hands go. You didn’t move to slap him or shove him or anything. You were learning.

He leaned over you more, reaching for you face with his now free hand, and ran his thumb over your cheek, encouraging your gaze to actually meet his. He smiled softly when you did. You got more beautiful every second he looked at you. It was even better when he could see you were present.

Coriolanus found himself unable to resist it, so he gave into the urge to press his lips to yours. A real kiss, this time.

Your lips were softer than he’d imagined. You made a noise when his tongue tasted your mouth. His kiss was hungry—aggressive, even. But he’d waited so long he didn’t know how to contain himself.

Your body reacted to his touch. Your bent knees inched up his hips to accommodate him, and your walls were becoming slick, accepting the invasion.

A deep moan escaped him, cock throbbing inside you at the feel. The sound was muffled by his lips pressed to yours, but he still felt vulnerable, giving himself to you in this way.

Coriolanus pulled back from the kiss, only to rest his forehead against yours and breathe out a small puff of air from his lips.

“I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want you. Not even the Plinth Prize,” he confessed in a whisper.

“What’s the difference?” You finally spoke, voice wavering. “You have to earn the prize?” The accusing tone felt like a slap.

“You don’t know what you’re saying,” Coriolanus muttered, eyes boring into yours. “You’ll see.”

He gave you one more searing kiss before moving his hips.

A gasp that morphed into a moan clawed its way up your throat. The sound was like music to his ears. He wanted to hear it again.

He began to move more consistently, finding a pace that suited him. Rough enough to keep you present, but not so harsh as to hurt you. He wanted you to enjoy yourself, even if you were trying to avoid it.

Still figuring you out, Coriolanus found your sweet spot with a hard thrust, causing you to wince. Instinctively, you tried to push him away, just like you had before, not wanting to surrender.

You stilled when you felt his hand. He hardly realized how he’d reacted until he felt your throat bob beneath his palm.

Coriolanus retracted his hand, like your skin and shot a volt through him. His movements slowed to a stop.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized earnestly, brushing the hand through your hair gently. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

Your chest heaved as you breathed shaky breaths through your nose. Your lips pressed together in a line.

You weren’t going to dignify him with a response. In a way, he understood.

Coriolanus locked his arms under your body and in a surge of strength, pulled you from the ground and into his lap. He hugged you against him, nuzzling his face into your neck.

“Forgive me,” he requested softly.

You shifted in his lap, adjusting yourself to find comfort in the new position. You did not speak.

He slammed his hips up, forcing a gasp from your lips. That was something, wasn’t it?

You pulled back, and he did it again. And again. And again.

You fell against him, jarred by the change in his movements as he thrust into you. He liked it, feeling you in his lap, your chest against his, leaving you no choice but to hold onto him.

His lips latched onto the skin of your neck as he moved, barring his teeth and nipping the skin. You reacted as if he were venomous, straining away from him, but he’d left his mark.

You could pretend all you wanted that you didn’t like him, but Coriolanus could feel your body reacting to his. He could feel the way your walls squeezed around him, drawing him in, and how your body quivered as he pushed you closer to your edge.

“Just let go,” Coriolanus whispered, holding you tighter. He cradled the back of your head against him as he moved inside of you. Soothing and rough at the same time. “It’s okay, I know you want to.”

“Shut up,” you hissed into his neck, hands finding his chest.

Were you really going to try and get away from him? It was a bit late for that.

Coriolanus moved his hand between your bodies, finding your clit with the pad of his thumb, speeding along the process.

“What was that?” he taunted, feeling your legs start to shake.

A moan tore from your throat as you came around him, body slumping against his as he shoved himself deeper inside you. He wanted to feel your body tensed around him.

“That’s it,” he drawled, pressing his face to the side of your head. He inhaled, letting your scent flood him. Every sense was overwhelmed by you and if anything, it made him hunger for even more.

You became more pliable in your daze, going easily when Coriolanus laid you back down on the cold ground. He planted one hand on the ground near your head, where he held most of his weight, while the other rested on the base of your neck. Not squeezing, just resting. Reminding you of before.

Now that he’d taken care of you, made you realize the pleasure he could inflict upon you, it was his turn. Coriolanus was relentless with the thrust of his cock inside you, stretching you around him, groaning with nearly every movement. You felt so good, he never wanted to leave the warmth of your body.

You shifted beneath him, squirming as the intense feeling. Coriolanus was tempted to drag it out, to watch your face as the pleasure became too much for you to handle.

If it wasn’t for the desire to fill you, to claim you, he would’ve. There would be more times after this, he’d ensure it. He didn’t own a lot, but he treasured the things that he did.

“I can’t let you go, not now.” He meant to keep it inside his head, but the words spilled out. “You’re the only thing I want.”

At that moment, it was true.

Coriolanus gave one final shove of his hips before spilling inside of you. It crashed over him in an unexpected wave. His whole body shivered with pleasure at the feel of your body milking him. You wanted him. Your denial would eventually fade. He was sure of it.

Coriolanus let out a heavy sigh of your name as he watched your face. You’d turned your head, wincing as he filled you to the brim.

“Hey,” Coriolanus said when he finished, voice low. He ran a delicate hand over your face, persuading you to open your eyes. “We’re okay.”

As much as he didn’t want to, Coriolanus withdrew from you. You’d given up fighting against him, so he took the opportunity to help you redress. You were so pliant, it was like dressing a doll.

You rested your arms on your knees when he made you sit up. He wasn’t keeping you from moving from the floor, you chose not to.

Coriolanus watched you cautiously, searching for the same fire in you before, trying to figure out if he’d somehow snuffed it out.

There was a nagging in his gut. It was only for a brief second, but his confidence wavered.

“Can you talk to me?” he pressed, laying a hand on your shoulder and he knelt across from you, pants readjusted.

It was as if nothing happened, but you both knew that was untrue.

“Why should I?” You wrinkled your nose as you focused on the ground.

“Because, I care about you,” Coriolanus replied without thought, gaze softening. “I want to make sure you’re okay.”

“I don’t think you care for me,” you said in a tone so hushed, Coriolanus wasn’t sure if you even meant for him to hear. Then, you met his eyes. The fire had only been dulled, not put out. “I think you’re a liar, Coriolanus Snow.”

His hands fell to clasp yours. He brought one to his lips, pressing a small kiss to the back of your palm. You eyed him as if he were some sort of predator, but he managed a smile nonetheless.

“Let me prove it to you, and you’ll come to learn you’ve been wrong about me all along.”

[gloxk]

Sneaky linkin’

(Eren Y. Armin A. Connie S.)

A/N: i’m not COMPLETELY back, but I am making a slight improvement w my mental health… so here’s sum slight for yall🤷🏽‍♀️. I kinda hate this but maybe yall will like it..ion know. Luv ya tho. 17+.

Synopsis: Aot men as sneaky links.

Warning: Smut.. F/M

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Eren! ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ່࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏 ———Back seat bandit

Eren..is definitely a back seat bandit. It’s mainly because he has a nice car, why not show it off?

Now, all i’m going to say is (Persian rugs- jacquees version.) Oh lawwwd, he definitely plays that while giving the most sloppiest, nastiest, messiest, back arching back shots ever. This man does NOT play.

Hair puller, choker, dirty talker. He’s the type to make you tell him how good he’s fucking you. “Uh-huh, right there? You like that baby?” And you better tell him too.

The hair pulling thing just comes by instinct. You could be giving this man the sloppiest head ever, deep throating him till hes hitting the back of your esophagus and all. The type of head that makes him feel like he’s shifting reality. He will tug your hair to get a real good look at your face, saliva dripping down your chin and red coating your face. A face that just screams ‘ Am I making you happy?’. He would stare at you with a shit eating grin just while the camera flash hits your face.

Degrading as fuck. He would just say some shit to boost his ego during sex. “I know you like that shit, stop acting like you don’t.” & “You can scream my name louder than that. Try again.” & “Stop fuckin running.” Don’t be fooled now, he’s also going to talk you through it and give you reassurance. “You doin so good f’me.” & “it’s all yours mami.” & “You look so pretty right now.”

Ugh this man just loves to have his hand wrapped around your body. Around your waist, neck, thighs, hands—it don’t matter to him. He loves touching on you. Any time yall link his hands just find their way over your body.

Connie! ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ່࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏 ——— Any time any where

Connie..is the type of guy who can fuck ANYWHERE. Car, room, closet, random family bathroom at a gas station—he don’t care.

If you’re down, he’s down. Y’all could be out shopping and he fucks you in the dressing room.

This man LOVES when you ride him. He would just watch you in awe while you bounce up and down on him.

Definitely a talker during sex, he loves telling you how good you’re doing. “Mhm—fuck—I love when you do that.” & “Cmoonn look at me while you do it.” & “Arch that back mama.”

Now, he’s a recorder. He records everything. He has a little folder in his phone dedicated to your link ups.

Although he’s gonna dick you down anywhere he can, his favorite place is the shower. Got some music playing in the background (P power - gunna) while he’s plowing into you. The shower couldn’t even cover up your loud moans.

Pull out ? Nah, “You wanna be grown, let’s be grown baby.” He doesn’t believe in wasting, so either you sucking it up or taking that shit.

Armin! ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ່࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏 ——— munch

Armin..is an eater. He’s gonna eat like it’s his last meal every fucking time. His tongue game is vicious. Absolutely diabolical, the messiest head you will ever get.

Salvia dripping on the couch, tears falling from your eyes due to overstimulation, legs locking around his head—he still wouldn’t stop. He won’t stop till you force him to.

Hold on now, Armin ain’t just an eater, he got good dick too. He’s a saint that’s gonna fuck you like a sinner. Let him get some liquor in his system and you’re going to be begging for round 2.

Speaking of drunk Armin, he’s gonna fuck you against a wall. Just something that’s going to happen one way or the other. One leg in the air while the other dangles just above the floor, his hands gripping on your ass so hard it leaves a mark.

Oh it doesn’t stop there either, he’s going to stumble his way to the bed and take you there too.

Hella vocal whimpering, moaning, whispering. He’s going to let you know your pussy good. “God-you feel so fuckin good.” & “Please keep doing that.”

Loves teaching you new things, different kinks, positions, anything of the sort. I know he just loves exploring and experimenting things with you. He’s a freaky freak for sure. <3

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whore…

[zeldasnotes]

Mars In The Signs’ 💫

”All warfare is based on deception. Hence, when able to attack we must seem unable. When using our forces, we must seem inactive. When we are near, we must make the enemy believe we are far away. When far away, we must make him believe we are near. Hold out baits to entice the enemy; feign disorder and crush him.” -Sun Tzu. The Art of War.

-Based on people ive met’-

MARS IN ARIES

These people have a tendency to walk fast. They might be extremely easily irritated in general but especially by slow people. Never walk infront of these people if you are gonna walk slowly. They might turn red easily, especially when irritated. Ive noticed them to lack patience when it comes to people they consider stupid. The best part of these people is that they are all up in your face when angry unless they got Mars aspecting Neptune. They wont pretend to be fine and later plan your revenge like a Scorpio Mars, no these people are straight and honest. They might also be easily angered but they also forget it just as fast. Physically they might look athletic even if they dont work out and they usually have the most amazing eyebrows and gorgeous lips. The headshape is usually very beautiful and prominent and especially the hairline. They can have a very angry walk so people might mistake them for being in a mood. Most Aries Mars people ive met had a love for animals. This is a cardinal Mars and cardinals value respect. Aries Mars have a hard time being patient with people they dont respect.

MARS IN TAURUS

These are the little kids who tell their parents they want to sell some of their toys for money. Super good with money. From a young age. Probably started saving early. These people usually have gorgeous skin and gorgeous necks. Model looks. Very soothing voices too. Their bodies seem to be very nice and the fat on their bodies is evenly distributed. They are very good at getting money even without having a job, but most times they work from a young age. These people are the most likely to only own brand name stuff not because of shallow reasons but because these people care about worth. They see instantly what something is worth. They will feel know instantly when a fabric is of bad quality. These people dont get angry easily but when they do they can hold a grudge for a very long time since they are a fixed Mars. These people have a softness to them that makes them very popular with their prefered sex. Usually known for having style or being good looking.

MARS IN GEMINI

These people use their mouth as a weapon. They know what to say to get to you. Very sneaky. They can be especially good at coming up with sneaky comments so that you will know they are dissing you but nobody else in the room will notice. They have something young and teenage like to their appearance and personality. Might use a lot of slang or a lot of funny phrases. They have this ”naughty” expression like they have a secret but they wont tell. The nose can be very pointy and there might be this bird like quality to them. They usually have a very youthful voice with a high pitch. There is a tendency to gossip here tho, especially when they dont like someone and if their Mars is very afflicted they might lie for fun or gossip just for the same of gossiping, so This can be a real mean girl placement, especially since these people are ”forever young”. There is this flirty quality to them even when they dont mean to people might thknk they are flirting. They are good at the social game, especially at small talk which makes them a lot of fun to be around. People tend to underestimate them because they come across as so funny and happy go lucky all the time that you dont notice how calculating they can be.

MARS IN CANCER

What I love about these people is that they are loyal and the ones most likely to defend you when you are not there to defend yourself. But they can be very passive aggressive. These people might have some intense moodswings because of their sensitivity. They can be very passive aggressive and very rude when in a mood. The interesting part with these people is that they dont like aggression and will avoid it when it comes to themselves but when it comes to defending someone else they are way more aggressive. Its like messing with ”their people” brings out the crazy in them. can have a curvy look even if not curvy. Like they just look ”plump”. Very sweet and they usually have sweet voices. The best at comforting someone. They usually have a good looking breast area. They can have very sensitive skin especially skin thats sensitive to being in the Sun. Might have a lighter skin tone than others from the same cultural background, even when living in a warm country. They like familiarity and might have had the same friends since they were little kids while other people change company a lot during the years. Super nostalgic and you can see how they completely light up when they bump into an old acquaintance from old times. They never forget a person.

MARS IN LEO

These people are the kings of the jungle and that is seen on how they dress and in how they walk. They have amazing style. These people value popularity and appearance but dont mistake me, they are not shallow at all. Loyal and protective over those they love like a true lion. Their ego can become an issue tho. They love being the center of attention and might make jokes and act a little silly to make sure they are. If Mars is very afflicted there is a risk of them making a joke of someone else to draw focus to themselves and to feel big. They might make some innappropriate jokes in group settings to show whos the king of the jungle. But most times these people are quote amazing and if mixed with positive aspects can be extremely loyal and a real knight in shining armor. Their hair is important to them and tied to their ego so these people make sure to always have freshly cut hair, or they can be the type to never cut their mane because they want it as long as possible. A lot of them are on the curvy side from what ive noticed. Might come across as very bitchy or arrogant at first sight but as soon as they start talking you hear how kind they are. They love brand name clothes. If they feel threathened or sad they will act arrogant.

MARS IN VIRGO

Ive noticed that these people are very picky with their appearance. AND others. But Im a virgo so I understand. They are very helpful tho and will do anything to help you out in a situation if they really like you. They want to ”fix” people. The kind of person to start cleaning someone elses room. They usually look younger than they are and they look clean and fresh. You can see on their appearance of perfectionistic they are. There is this ”prude” quality to them. They look like they would never do something crazy, but they would. They look like they would be disgusted if you did something innapropriate infront of them. These people have sensitive stomachs and needs to be very careful with what they eat. They have great work ethic because they have a strong need to feel productive. They tend to have very clear skin and tend to be on the petite side. They have a hard time with anger because they dont know how to express it, its not that they are scared its just that they are not the kind of person to start screaming and they dont like to show emotion. So they usually end up nitpicking instead. Ive heard a lot of these people mention someones appearance when angry. Or say something hurtful just like Gemini Mars do. The more insecure they are the more picky they become towards others.

MARS IN LIBRA

These people do not like conflict and confrontation which is why they can be very passive aggressive. The kind of person to quietly say something rude and then be like ”oh no nothing” when you asked them what they said. Some people with this placement can start to hate this quality about themselves and start acting all overly aggressive to not be seen as scared but it only looks worse honestly. This placement is just not made for aggression and beef at all unless aspecting pluto. These people tend to have a beautiful and social aura that makes them well liked. They have a very alluring walk and very feminine movements. They are romantic and prefer to be in a relationship. Ive noticed they tend to be very ”perfect” socially and personality wise, they are not too shy but not ”too much” either, they just are. Not too polite and not rude either. Perfectly balanced. And they come across as super friendly. They usually have really nice skin. The downside to this placement is that they can have a hard time confronting people and a hard time picking sides, they dont want to upset anyone: So dont count on them to stand up for you or to help you fight someone unless they got like a Cancer Moon or something, because they wont.

MARS IN SCORPIO

These people have a very strong need to put people in their place for any minor inconvenience. They never forget when someone disrespects them. This is the ”they must be destroyed” placement. I bet Stewie from Family Guy would have this placement. They usually have darker tones to hair and skin no matter cultural background. Usually darker skin around the eyes. There is this intense energy to them like they constantly need physical outlet. Might look like they will explode in any second. These people are usually not physically aggressive at all tho, they are the kind of people who will email your boss to get you fired. They want you to suffer long term. They know that throwing a fit will only make them look bad. In their younger years they can be very fake and manipulative just for fun because being sneaky makes them feel powerful and power is extremely important for them. They are social climbers too. Being mad at someone awakes a very nasty side of these people. Anger consumes them. These people are known for being very good in bed but I actually think its more their sexual energy making them come across like that and not the sexual act itself. Not saying they are NOT good in bad, just saying sexual energy which these people possess a lot of makes someone come across as better in bed than they actually are.

MARS IN SAGITTARIUS

These people can become very reckless when angry because Sagittarius is a sign that does not think about consequences. Ive noticed that these people have this ditzy ”bimbo” aura like they dont know what they are doing which makes them charming. This is dangerous to others tho because nobody will see these people coming. They come across as dumber than they are. But these people can be very vengeful and very aggressive when angered, remember that the sign is literally holding a freaking longbow ready to shoot. When they get angry they get really angry and they have no problems with confrontation. These people can easily be recognized by their amazing legs and butt. They are usually very athletic and this is seen specially on their legs. They love to walk or run. I know some Sagittarius Mars people who seriously walk everywhere instead of taking the car. Almost always good looking and super charming. And this is not the polite kind of charming. Its more the ”I dont know what im doing” kind of charm like Neptunians have. They have a tendency to be very clumsy tho but this only make them even more funny. They usually prefer a partner from a different cultural background than them. And they learn new languages very fast.

MARS IN CAPRICORN

These people are usually calm from what ive noticed but they vare A LOT about social status. Dont trash their name ever. These people are attracted to status and power. They know how society works and they know how to get respect. Respect is extremely important for you. They are very impressed by well respected people. They have this calm and collected charm and behaviour, they behave almost like they were trained like the people from royal families are. Everything from how they greet you to how they sit makes them look well off. They are usually very money oriented and just like Taurus Mars they get their first job at a young age. This is the placement most likely to be the boss of a company. They are high achievers and only want the best of everything. They want the best job, the best education, the latest clothes, the fastest car, the finest wine and the most popular partner. They can come across as cold but they are not, they just dont have time for drama because they are busy taking over the world. They are very reliable and if they say they will do something they will. Physically they tend to have attractive bone structure and they are always well groomed. They take good care of themselves because they know how shallow this world is. They know how this world works. They know how to play the game. Tend to come across as older than they really are.

MARS IN AQUARIUS

Mars in Aquarius can be very argumentative because they think outside the box, but sometimes the need to be different is taken too far and they start talking back only to talk back. This is still one of my favorite placements because they are humanitarian and very open minded. But if afflicted they can become the opposite instead. They are free and they do what they want and like who they like. They wont dislike you just because other people dislike you(unless they have capricorn influence). They are rule breakers which is what makes them so fun but this can also make them dangerous. These people turn cold when angry and they have no issues with breaking the rules to get what they want. Its easy for them to detach and it can even be their coping mechanism when life gets hard. They absolutely love anyone and anything that stands out. Ive noticed so many Aquarius Mars people who got android instead of iphone btw. Since they are a fixed sign they will hold a grudge no matter how carefree they might be otherwise. These people love a good debate, they are very intelligent and they love to show it. If afflicted or conjunct Mercury they can be a real besserwisser. They have a very striking appearance. And can have a very penetrating look to the eyes.

MARS IN PISCES

These people can be very shy which is one of their cutest qualities. They do have a tendency to lose themselves in a dream and focus too much of that willpower into something that wont happen. Physically there is something very cute about them like Heath Ledger. Like this cute fluffiness to them. They are very romantic and a lot of them started dating early but probably online because of the shyness. They are very sensitive and prefer to stay away from aggressive people unless they have Mars aspecting pluto. These people can lack sense of reality and see other people as worse than they actually are. Ive seen men with this placement have beef with women because they were afraid of other men. People with this placement unfortunately stay in relationship where they are not treated right for too long because they refuse to let go of the fantasy. Sex with these people can be addictive because they are so gentle and sweet and make you feel love, i dont know how gen z pisces mars people act tho since they have it square pluto. These people can make you feel so beautiful and cared for. Some people with this placement can be VERY passive aggressive and instead of fighting you themselves might get someone else to do it. They are very likely to fight using other people. They might go for a partner whos very dominant and who can do the heavy lifting in the relationship.

House placement and aspects to Mars are not taken inte consideration in this post so not everyone will relate. ✨

©️ 2023 Zeldas Notes

[crazilust]

What main character energy should you embody for this next chapter

From left to right : Pile 1, Pile 2, Pile 3.

Pile 1

confirmation/what’s coming instinctively : Brown eyes, brown, guitar, vynils, green shoes, docs, bangs, rings (lots of them, Virgo/Earth energy, hardwood floors, The Emperor, Goddess energy, Water sign, Water dom, Loves water, loves nature, loves animals, Names that start with a J, F, P, S

the message :

You should embody the main character that moves out of her town to start her character ark. Now, this doesn’t necessarily mean you’ll physicall leave your town (although, you might!) but you definitely need to leave some things behind. I’m sensing friends, maybe even family members. Your environement is getting too small for you, which is maybe why I’m getting small town vibes. You are someone that needs a lot of recognition, even from yourself and you’re not getting any where you are right now. Are you proud of yourself? I doubt it. But you need to make the proper steps to find your place in this universe and there is a place for you but you need to look for it! I see you in a new apartment, maybe a bit lonely at first, but it’s because it’ll be the first time you really get to know yourself and discovering your true self. You have been repressing your true taste, your true interests, your true self with those people you’ve been surrounding yourself with. It’s not healthy and it’s getting dangerous at this point cause you’re starting to lose yourself. Leave. That would be my advice for you.

Pile 2

confirmation/ what i’m getting instinctively: Fighter, Orange is the new black, Piper Chapman, Blue, Glacier, Grey, long hair, fake smile, dimples, the emperor Reversed, bad relationships with caregivers, siblings, many friends, Aquarius, Pisces, car, driving, roadtrip, name that starts with M, N, X, V.

the message :

Woah! Okay! Love this energy, but hard to catch honestly. You don’t like being seen, huh? It’s okay, me neither! The journey you should embark on is the one where you’re gonna get thrown into an environment that is completely unfamiliar to you. A bit like pile 1 in the sense that it’s not something you’re used to, but contrary to that pile, you don’t decide to go into this environment, you’ll get thrown into it. I can sense you have some sort of anger issues and this will be the perfect environment to finally let it out. I can feel that although you have a very polished appearance, you actually feel like a wild animal inside. In this new environment, you’ll finally face yourself as you really are. You won’t be able to fake it, or to act like you’ve always done it. It won’t be possible anymore. You’ll have to be your real self, even tho it might disappoint people around you. Oh, you probably don’t want that. Too bad, because you will disappoint people, but you’ll make some real connections out there. When you’ll get out of that environment (because yes, it is temporary I feel), you’ll look back and won’t even recognize yourself. I think you’re quite excited for that. Deep down.

Pile 3

confirmation/what i’m getting instinctively: Twilight, Bella Swan, break up, torture, painful love, toxic love, mean, smiles with bad intentions, agenda, skinny, long hands, pale (or pale for your ethnicity), doesn’t like their hair, Aries/Taurus/Sag/Pisces, Fire dom, Neptune dom, Jupiter Dom, lucky but fails to see it

the message : Oh I’m getting major Bella Swan vibes lmao. Not necessarily her temperament, but mostly what she’s going thru. You’ve been thru a bad breakup and that person has left you empty inside. You find yourself staring at the window, and wondering why it ended the way it did. Stop obsessing over the past. You’re at a point of your journey where you need to change gear. You cannot keep going like that or you’ll litteraly become a shell of yourself. Get up of your bed, take a deep breath, take a walk. Anything. But reminiscing on someone that is gone, won’t do any good. Btw, they’re gone now but they’ll come back. I know you’re excited, but they’ll come back when you won’t care and then you’ll be like : “huh, i don’t even see what I saw in you anymore”. It’ll be a very satisfying feeling for you. In the meantime, cause you’re not there yet, focus on healing. See some friends, get into a hobby. Anything that could take your mind off of him. Why do you fixate over him? Was he something he did? Or didn’t do? Focus on moving on. That’s your journey for now. That’s the part of movie where we all root and get excited for the protagonist to get on her two feet. That’s your part. You got this.

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and that’s all from me folks, thank you so much 🧡

[lewisvinga]

star couple | jude bellingham x fem! mclaren f1 driver! reader

summary; the current golden boy of real madrid dating the princess of the paddock has the internet going crazy

fc; jihoon kim

warnings; ? suggestive comment i think maybe cursing i dont rlly know lol

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1

note; requested ! i wish real madrid admins and social media managers were as funny and entertaining as f1 🕊️ but alas, they are a serious institution 🕊️🕊️

masterlist !

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yourusername: little date night ft almave , tysm lewishamilton 💫🫶

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username: she’s dating someone ? 😀😀😀

username: mother is slaying this winter break

username: the outfit EATSSS

username: wdym ur on a date i wasn’t there ?? 🤣🤣

lewishamilton: glad you enjoyed! let me know if you guys need more 😁

yourusername: oh WE LOVED, he definitely did too and is already demanding more!

username: HE?????

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username: guys what if jude and y/n are dating ..

username: LMFAOO😂😂🤣🤣

landonorris: tell him i say hi

yourusername: no u stink ( he says hi back )

mclaren: y/n slaying as always 😎

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judebellingham uploaded to his story !

[caption 1; fuck it, hard launch because i love my girl so matcha] [caption 2; 😍😍]

yourusername replied to your story !

yourusername fuck it i wanna hard launch too

yourusername the girlies ( lando ) are gonna go crazyyy

judebellingham screw soft launches i wanna show u off 🕊️🕊️

judebellingham are u on ur way tho

yourusername mina n i are nearrrrrr w fede jr and fede jr jr

judebellingham love those kids

judebellingham how abt a bellingham jr???

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judebellingham who says we can’t be going parents 😒😒😒

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landonorris replied to your story !

landonorris gross

yourusername stfu ur jealous

landonorris don’t u have a game to watch

yourusername don’t u have a race to win 🤓🤓

landonorris YOU DIDNT WIN ALL LAST SEASON EITHER

yourusername red bull and max verstappen dominance 😞 fortunately i do love a team that wins the most championships tho🤭

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judebellingham have you seen twitter yet🤣

yourusername omg no

judebellingham everyone’s shocked 🥸 why are they shocked that i pulled you😞

yourusername: idk babe, maybe bc i’m a cool f1 driver n ur not🤓🤓

judebellingham ok but i play for real madrid ??

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judebellingham on it 🫡🫡

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yourusername: little madrid photo dump ft the ucl motm😁😁🤍

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yourusername: yes i did see my starboy 🤍🤍

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username: now she gotta win a race for him

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vinijr: wow and i didn’t make the photo dump?😒

camavinga: it’s like that w them 🙄

rodrygogoes:🙄🙄

yourusername: next time i promise 😞

judebellingham: drama queens, all of you !

aurelientchm: leave him out next photo dump camavinga

username: the players interacting w her is so😭😭

username: the denim lv bag is everything tbh

landonorris: tysm for the signed jersey 😁judebellingham

judebellingham: anything for y/n’s friends 🫡

yourusername: lando is NOT my friend

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[cheolhub]

hi hi my sarberry shortcake 💗 happy mingyu day of slay!! i’m just thinking about mingyu + “just the tip” that’s been on my mind since i woke up today 😵‍💫😭😭 - 🌵

JUST THE TIP?

wc. a lil over 1k! — MINORS DNI 18+

note. hi hi my love, happy mingyu day (pt2) !!! ❤️‍🔥 this concept is 😵‍💫 ur so real for sending this !! i hope u like it even tho it’s kinda short and kinda shitty (especially the end) lol <3 (not proofread)

you should’ve known. you should’ve known that, somehow, dinner at your parents wasn’t enough for mingyu. you should’ve known that he’d convince you to let him have dessert upstairs and away from your lovely parents. you probably should’ve known that said naïve parents would believe you when you said you just “wanted to show mingyu my old room!”

now mingyu has his head between your thighs, sloppily tonguing at your cunt in your childhood bed. the last thing you want is for your parents to find the man they just met in between their daughters thighs, so you have your hand over your mouth to muffle your whines while he slurps up your arousal rather loudly.

you want to tell him to be quiet— that they’ll hear him because he’s just so fucking loud— but your voice betrays you. when you uncover your mouth to tell him to slow down and be quiet, the only thing that comes out is a whine of his name.

and mingyu’s rutting into the bed at this point. you taste so good that it’s making his cock throb and ache and it’s fucking unbearable.

so he pulls his head up while panting, puffy lips covered in your arousal. “let me fuck you.”

you scoff, head jumbled from the intense makeout session he had with your pussy. “a-absolutely not!” you whisper-yell.

“c’mon, baby, you know i can’t go back down there with a hard-on,” he says slyly. “everyone’s gonna see— can’t hide it when i’m this hard.”

and you know it’s true. curse him and his big dick.

his voice drops an octave and the smug grin on his face grows. “what will they say, hm? when they find out their good girl seduced me in her childhood bedroom…”

you whimper, “gyu… we shouldn’t...”

he groans softly, “baby, please. just the tip. it’s all i need!”

you bite your lip, weighing your options. “… just the tip?” you ask in conformation.

“just the tip.” he repeats.

and, yeah, you should’ve known that mingyu wasn’t satisfied during dinner and that he wanted to fuck you with his tongue and that your parents are too clueless for this world, but those are all forgivable offenses.

this? this was just stupid— this is something you definitely should’ve known.

as soon as mingyu pushed his tip into you, he was a fucking mess. with every thrust, he fucked deeper and deeper into you until he just couldn’t resist anymore.

with a single thrust, he slams all the way into you, bottoming out and collapsing on top of your body. you nearly scream into your hand, tears pricking at your eyes at the sudden force.

“i’m sorry, fuck, i’m sorry— you’re just so fucking good, baby, can’t handle how good your pussy is.” he babbles into your neck while he messily kisses you there. “please, can i keep going? swear to god i’ll be quick.”

you probably shouldn’t trust him because now he has more than ‘just the tip’ stretching you open, but there’s a tiny (huge) part of you that wants that. a part that wants him to fuck you open with your parents cleaning up right downstairs.

“hurry…” is all you can mumble out and mingyu lets out a breath of relief.

and he commits to this promise, driving his cock in and out of you swiftly while muffling his moans into your neck. his movements make the old bed rock and squeak with every thrust. you just know you’re probably in for it when the headboard hits the wall creating a steady beat that could likely be heard by your parents.

“fuck, gyu,” you desperately plead. “please.”

you’re not sure if you’re saying please for him to hurry or if you’re wanting him to completely ravish you, but he ends up giving you both anyway.

his hips rut into you faster while he brings his lips up to your ear, whispering filthy praises. “such a good girl for taking my cock like this.” he moans. “so perfect, all for me—you’re my good girl.”

and there’s no way you can hold back after that. your hand comes back to cover your mouth in attempts to silence your scream, but there’s only so much it can mute. you completely come undone on his length, shaking and gripping him tightly.

“that’s my baby,” he groans. “fuck, you want me to cum inside you? wanna walk around your old house with my cum dripping out of this pretty pussy?”

you whine, nodding your head incessantly. the idea is so taboo… so dirty and wrong, but you can never get enough of his cum in you. you love it the way the warmth spreads through your entirety.

so when mingyu mutters that he’s cumming, grunting and groaning in your ear as his cock twitches and sprays your velvet walls with thick spurts of his warm release, you hum delightedly.

when you’ve both come down, breathing stabilized, you’re mind reverts back to your parents who are still downstairs.

you hit mingyu’s chest. “you fucker!” you whine. “what happened to just the tip?!”

“baby, don’t play dumb, you knew exactly what i meant when i said that.” he laughs. “but, hey, i thought it was kinda romantic.”

you give him a cynical look and scoff in disbelief, “what part about this is romantic to you?! my parents being downstairs or the old ass SHINee posters staring at us?!”

he looks around and notices the bits and pieces of your childhood. “well, now that you put it like that…”

you roll your eyes, “do you think they heard us?…”

“i’m sure they didn’t, but if they did, they probably wouldn’t think anything of it.” mingyu assures you. “ease up, babe, we’re adults in love and adults in love fuck. your parents know that— i mean they had you, didn’t they?”

you cringe at his question. “ew, i didn’t like that—“

“well, i’m not lying!”

you gasp with faux incredulity, “you? lie? never!” he rolls his eyes, a smile tugging at his lips. “just the tip, remember?”

“ha ha,” he says sarcastically. “you loved it.”

“yeah, i did, but maybe—and just hear me out for a sec— you can wait to use just the tip when we’re not in my parents house.”

he smirks, “no promises for next time.”

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[princessbrunette]

rafe with crybaby reader cause my heart 😍 shes real nervous to leave his room when she’s over even tho they’ve been together for ages but he’s tapping her butt and telling her to be a big girl and to do what she wants. so she goes to get water and little miss clumsy drops something and it breaks. maybe wards been having a bad week or smth so he comes out of his study and yells a little and she just cries her eyes out. rafe would loose his shit I know it ‼️

goddddd this !!!! i relate to this so hard bc i am a huge cry baby :( i don’t think ward would yell but i think he’d be an asshole in his own intimidating, highkey terrifying way.

you cringe as the glass shatters, eyes instantly welling up as you gasp — wanting to slap yourself. you’re a guest in the cameron’s home and you’re already messing things up and breaking things, how ungrateful could you be? almost instantly you hear quick and heavy footsteps, not rafes— no, he didn’t walk like that, you knew what his footsteps sounded like. this was ward.

he stands in the doorway, mouth agape a little, just staring at you like ‘seriously?’ and you wanna sink into the ground.

“i’m so sorry, mr cameron it was totally an accident. i’ll— i’ll buy a new—” you start, jumping into action by squatting and carefully trying to pick up the shards with your fingers. you knew it was dumb, but you panicked and wanted to make things right as quickly as possible.

“just— out of the way please. don’t touch it.” he holds up his hand, cutting you off making your mouth shut quickly. he used a very clipped tone with you, different from the usual welcoming and kind voice he spoke to you in. you stay quiet, stepping aside as you anxiously bite at your finger nail, watching him open a closet and pull out a broom.

you don’t know why, but even though you felt totally guilty you expected him to sweep it up— however he pins you with a stern gaze and holds the broom out. “c’mon, you’re gonna clean it up. okay?” his tone isn’t gentle, leaving no room for suggestion, more threatening if anything. you swallow, nodding frantically and take it from him, sweeping up.

he leans on the counter with his arms crossed watching you as you gather the shards. “you know, i welcomed you into my home sweetheart and this is just… you see how it might irritate me right? i’m not being unfair?” he tilts his head, gesturing that he wants you to look at him.

“no sir, i really really am sorry, i would never disrespec—” you will the tears to stay inside.

“its just… i’m having a rough day, i come home, i gotta listen to my son fucking you for what, an hour straight, with no regard for who might hear, and now i just wanna relax, and you’re smashing my good glasses in the kitchen. i don’t even really know why you were reaching for these glasses, honey, the regular glasses are right there like it’s common sense...” his voice doesn’t raise once, but your lip is wobbling, avoiding his eyes due to how stern and intimidating he was. you had no idea ward could be like this, he seemed so kind at first.

“respect is important, yeah? just try and remember.” he finishes up, running his hands under the tap before sparing you one last disapproving glance and walking to the kitchens exit. at once, rafe appears in the doorway in his sweatpants, coming to see what was taking so long. he glances at you with the broom, and then his dad, brows furrowing in confusion.

“whats going on?”

“just maybe teach your girlfriend some basic house training or respect rafe, i don’t know i’m tired…” he trails off, walking past his son back into the hallway. rafe is quick to react as usual, face screwing up in disgust and swivelling his whole body to follow his dad.

“excuse me? no, the fuck did you just say?” he asks, voice a little raised. you sigh, swiping your tears on the back of your wrists and pouring the shards into the bin before following.

“don’t make this a thing son, she broke my good glass so she’s cleaning it up, go to bed.” he waves him off but rafe storms infront of him.

“are you serious? she’s a guest in our home, what you — you’re always fuckin’ telling me to treat the guests with respect so what— the same doesn’t apply to my girl? fucking… apologise, now.” he demands, making his dad simply scoff. rafe didn’t didn’t like that. he stares him down, pushing his tongue into his cheek before flickering his eyes up at you. “go back to my room, baby i’ll be up soon. clearly i gotta have a conversation with my old man.” he drawls, eyes fixated back on his dads face, beaming with anger.

you do as he says, as always. the tears fall freely once you’re back in his room, sat on his bed, face in your hands sobbing and mewling. all you could do was curse yourself out internally. logically, you knew it was just a glass but it felt like a huge deal to you, never wanting to disrespect anyone let alone your boyfriends father. you hear the familiar footsteps of your boyfriend eventually, and you don’t even try to compose yourself— continuing to cry even when he opened the door and re entered.

he sighs, anger and sadness flooding him at the fact that his father had made his baby cry like this, so soon into knowing eachother. he watches you for a moment, trying to let the anger subside, itching his head before slowly coming to sit beside you on the edge of the bed.

“i’m really, really sorry about that baby.” his voice is a warm comfort, slightly soothing your hurt.

“how have i already messed up so bad? he hates me now.” you whine and he shushes you with a frown, wrapping a strong arm around you to tuck your head beneath his chin, cheek to his chest.

“hey, hey, shh. my dads just an asshole… but he doesn’t hate you. he’s just having a bad day and decided to take it out on you for whatever fuckin’ reason. you’re all good. it’s just a glass, right? means nothin’.”

“it didn’t seem like it meant nothing to him.” you pull away to look at him, eyes watery and puffy bottom lip pouted. he sighs once more, both hands rising to wipe his thumbs beneath your eyes, caressing your cheeks.

“and like i said, he’s just an asshole. don’t let him get to you baby. yeah?”

you sniffle. “yeah.”

“good, show me that smile, c’mon.” a hand drops down to your waist, digging his fingers in a little, threatening to tickle. you can’t help it, even just a threat of a smile on rafes lips makes you grin, which only mirrors in his expression. “there y’go. that’s my big girl.”

[mikodrawnnarratives]

*cracks knuckles* @paper-lilypie

WEDDING BELLS YALL

and brainrot. I've been sketching these ideas out for like, a year. And done nothing with them until this point

this has been festering. in my mind.

*note: I didn't get around to drawing it, but I imagine Sun, Moon, and Y/n say their vows at the Bell place thingie that I need to reread in the fic. Y'know, the place Moon climbs up to, to get away from y/n. Yeh they declare their love up there and smoochies*

I should really reread that bit actually lol

Before moving forward, I'm gonna rant about outfits

this is the outfit that I base Sun and Moon's wedding look on because I just think it fits so well. I share this so you guys see the vision and forgive my inexperience with drawing these folds

Cool? cool.

Also, I went through several variations of what Y/n would wear before settling on this bc nothing that came up when I searched "gender neutral wedding gear" really fit

Wanted a mix between gown and suit and y'know this ended up being more suit but I like it a lot so we're going with that. It also came to me in a vision so that has to say something.

(Ok but I did envision Y/n having a dress similar to this one character's dress in Bad Guys but I couldn't draw it so I scrapped it)

(ok some details stayed but most of the concept had to go)

so like- you see it right?

Btw. All of them (including guests) have pockets. just. to ease your mind.

ok back to actually drawn wedding shenanigans

Because, there are many, wedding shenanigans

Y'know the trend of smashing wedding cake into the bride/groom/wedded partner's face right?

There's no way this wouldn't escalate and y/n wouldn't enlist their siblings in the chaos.

They'll get like- one or two good wedding pics before this.

the cake tasted good tho

Let me just say. I am so proud of how I did these hands I'm oogling my own art I did so good GHGHHHHHHFDS

I like??? Want to do more?????

cuties shenanigans below they are obnoxious and they know it

By the way by the way you may notice the flower dress

I WILL be getting around to Lily x DCA STUFF I WILL

Tho I got busy and had a really hard time drawing/finishing sketches when I did have time so. I chose to post what I have so far so it's out before November ends

CONSIDER THIS A PART 1

LILY YOU ARE NOT SAFE

well Ig u are safe

for nowwwww

Bouquet toss real

fun fact I initially wanted to draw Sun, Moon, and Copper y/n tossing the bouquet together

but their arm lengths would NOT make that work kjfdkljsdklj

so y/n tosses the bouquet bc they are the specialest

(Or they won the round of monopoly)

(who's to say)

(we don't talk about game night)

But all three of them are the criminal. masterminds. They planned this from the start. Holly and Chica HAD NO CHANCE after the role they played in getting Y/N AND SUN AND MOON together.

I think this video would also be something cute that I could see happening for their wedding lol

Y/n and the daycare attendants hand the bouquet to Holly and then she gets proposed to by Chica

Anyway I still have a whole list of wedding shenanigans I need to draw

Sarah and Yao being some because when I tried before I couldn't sketch them out to my liking.

And the more CCRT gets expanded on, the more I'm sure will be present in their wedding since there are only 3 chapters out so far and enough art for me to make my guesses dlkkldsf

I'm sure there are plenty of fun things that can be included into this wedding, or edited, once more is revealed of the characters and their relationships

and who would be wedding guests is a little more up in the air, for instance and... who'd be able to show up in the first place considering unknown state of... living

(*cough cough*-Glamrock Foxy-*cough cough*)

...and being on good terms! thats.. important too. y'know moon and foxy weren't really exes but it may still be a bit awkward if he got invited y'know yknow

[mono-dot-jpeg]

the tiny exception - express crew

summary; there's only one exception to the few rules that the express crew have...

genre/extra tags; fluff, family dynamics, pompom is the softest rabbit thing in the universe i love them, papa welt (real), auntie himeko iykyk, the rest of the gang are the siblings, caelus learns abt the world with you :'), your honor they're just trash raccoons, selective mute! caelus

[platonic] [child (7-9)! reader]

[warnings; reader implied to have a tough life before getting taken in, trash digging mentioned/j]

word count; 608

a/n; whoops i made another hsr fic and it's another family fic :) im watching blue lock rn and it's definitely passed some expectations and i like it so far so that's good, there's some silly little guys i like (it's the crazies unsurprisingly) maybe i'll write something to test the waters for blue lock. this show wildin tho

i use caelus for hsr so im writing caelus, sorry stelle enjoyers

[rule 1; no touching pompom]

caelus learned that one after attempting to comfort the conductor. and yet,

"you're so squishy, pompom!" a pure as snow giggle rings in the train as the trailblazer watches you cuddle pompom. "so fluffy!"

"oi! don't hug me too hard!" they squirm, trying to loosen your grip.

"sorry!" you smile innocently as you look up to see the silver-haired trailblazer, watching you. "hey caelie!" you let go of pompom, running straight to him.

he's quick to pick you up as you stretch your own arms out towards him. he looks at you with curious eyes and then glances at pompom who is cleaning their uniform.

"i wanted to hug pompom! and i did!" you cheered. it earns you a silent chuckle from caelus. much to pompom's relief, he takes you away and to the passenger rooms.

[rule 2; don't drink mr. welt's coffee]

that rule was interesting. it was set because of you really. you tried the coffee once and almost cried. turns out you can't handle the bitter taste unsurprisingly.

"i know you're gonna do it, y/n." you freeze in his lap as welt continues to answer caelus's questions on the phone.

"but what if it tastes different?"

"it's still coffee, dear." you rest your cheek on welt's shoulder, face squished as you stare at the cup of dark liquid. welt doesn't say anything after that, a gentle sigh leaving his lips.

"did auntie himeko make it?"

"no, she didn't."

"then it will taste different." you reason but it doesn't sway the tired father figure. you reach to take a sip. you look up at welt as if expecting the male to stop you but he doesn't.

he knows. he knows what's going to happen and he's not going to stop it. (he does have a different drink on hand, ready for you.)

you take a sip.

and you cry. "papa!" he sets your favorite drink down, moving the coffee towards him. "why do you drink that?!" he guides your favorite drink towards you and you immediately drink it.

"i drink it because i like it."

"you have bad tastes, papa." you stick your tongue out at him.

"and yet you keep drinking it every time."

[rule 3; sleep on time!]

another rule in place for you. did you ever follow it? sometimes.

but you were only a kid.

"but i don't wanna sleep!" you tugged onto dan heng's clothes as if he would help.

he does not.

"you need to sleep. you're going to be all sleepy in the morning."

"but i want to stay with you guys!" dan heng picks you up into his slightly awkward hold. "please?" you drag out your pleas in hopes of convincing your older brother figure to let you stay up with the trio.

"sorry, y/n. but i don't think welt would allow that."

"but i'm not ti.. tired!" you yawn between your last word, your hands reaching to rub your eyes.

"you totally are, y/n." march cooed, taking you from dan heng's arms. "let's get you to himeko or welt, hm?" the trio is gentle to bid you a goodnight and a pat on the head (and kiss on the cheek from march) while you're taken to rest with himeko.

"there's the sweetie. awh, you must be exhausted." you're laying in himeko's arms, feeling sleepy with her warmth wrapped around you. "thank you march, have a good time with the others." march waves her goodbye before leaving with the trailblazer and dan heng.

"but i wanna go..." you frown, twisting and turning in the redhead's arms.

"how about you spend sometime with me, welt, and pompom before bed?" himeko suggests.

"are we gonna read some stories?"

"we'll let you pick."

"okay."

you fell asleep about 3 minutes later before you could even hear a story.

[dilfl0v3rss]

drunk delusions

(onyankopon x black reader)

summary: a strange man tries to pick you up from the club.

word count: 1.5k

── ⋅⋅⋅ ────꒰ ୨ ♡ ୧ ꒱───────

it was nearly midnight when ony got the call. you were supposed to be at mikasa’s house by now, but you seemed to have taken way to many shots at the club and gotten yourself into some trouble. “y/n it’s late. you good?” you hear ony’s deep and sleepy voice as you sat on the curb in front of the club in cuffs. the officer was kind enough to hold your phone to your ear as you called your boyfriend. you were accompanied on the curb by your friends sasha and mikasa. the three of you were drunk as hell and honestly had no remorse for the actions that got you here. “heyyyy boooo. ‘m on the curb” hearing your slurred words through the speaker, ony can tell that you are clearly drunk.

“i thought you was at mikasa’s already what happened?” even though you didn’t care about the situation that much, you knew even in your drunken state that your man will be upset if you told him what happened. you hesitated before you answered, knowing that if you lied the officer was likely to snitch on you anyways. “i got ina fight and i need you t’come get me. and can you call connie and jean b’cause sasha and mikasa are in trouble too.” little did you know that ony was already in the car, looking at your location on his phone. “i’m coming ma.” were the only words you heard come through the speaker before you heard three beeps. signaling to you that he hung up.

“connie’s finna spank me so hard guys i think my butt might fall off.” sasha quietly whimpers to you and mikasa as y’all wait for your boyfriends to get there. “i dunno if he’s comin sash. ony never said he was gonna call. he just hung up on me.” hearing your words, sasha began to smile, thinking she was safe. “okay good. can we pleaseeee go home wit you then y/n?” mikasa shakes her head at sasha’s question. “no he called. i can feel my phone shakin a bunch in my purse. now jeans not gonna buy me the bag i wantedddd.” you and sasha both turned towards mikasa. shocked at her sentence. “we’re worried about getting our butts slapped off and you’re worried about a BAG?!?” before you can add anything on to what sasha said you were interrupted by the sound of three car doors being closed near you.

your heart was filled with dread as a man approached the police officer. he was wearing a black nike tech suit with white socks and yeezy slides. you can tell he was well built by the way the hoodie nicely fitted his arms and chest. saying this man was attractive was an understatement, but you were a good girl and would never think of another man that way while you have your ony. as you quickly turned your head forward towards the police car you notice the officer walking being the three of you to remove the cuffs. you seen connie come up the sasha, whisper-yelling something to her in spanish while walking her to his car. and then you saw jean quietly grab mikasa and walk away with her. disappointment written all over his face. then you turned around to the mysterious man in the sweatsuit. “uhh who are you?”

now anyone in there right mind could clearly tell that this was your boyfriend, but in your drunken state you couldn’t tell the difference between a cat and a dog. “baby don’t start. m’tired and i needa get you home.” ony tried to gently pull your arm, but you quickly yank it away. “nigga i don’t know you. and you need to get back for real before my man see you tryna grab up on me like that.” you look around and move closer to his face. making it seem like it was top secret information you were about to spill. “he got guns too. i never got to touch em, but i’ve seen em and they’re real.” ony rolls his eyes at your statement. he did not have time for this tonight, but seeing the way you talked about him when he’s not around like he was some big scary guy kinda turned him on.

“you wouldn’t let anything happen to me tho. right pretty?” his words went straight to your core. ony knew that even though you may not have been able to recognize him visually. the affect he had on your body can never be forgotten. “h-hey! you don’t g-get to call me that. only my boyfriend calls me that” you whisper with a frown. as much as ony would’ve loved to keep teasing you, he really was getting tired and didn’t want to keep you in the cool spring air for too long. noticing how you started to shiver and cover up your arms every time a breeze came. “i am your boyfriend woman” he said with a blank face. you were still skeptical and you came up with a quick plan to settle this matter once and for all.

“m’gonna call em” ony rolls his eyes as he watches you dig through your purse for your phone. as you continued to struggle to find your phone he decided that the quicker he gave in to your delusions the faster he can get you home. pulling your phone out his pocket, ony silently gives it to you. you look up at him in confusion as you snatch the phone from his hand and begin dialing your lovers number. “ima let that go since you’re drunk, but don’t snatch…you brat.” ignoring him, you turn away from the man so he didn’t see you put your password in. ony couldn’t do anything but laugh at this since he already knew your password, but he let you keep on with your mess. you put the phone to your ear and wait for your boyfriend to answer. as if you were under a spell, you completely missed the sound of the man behind you lightly laughing as he picked up his phone and answered it.

“hey mama. what you up to?” you sigh happily as you hear your man’s voice ring through the speaker. “hey pa there’s this man tryna pick me up from the club. i told him that you don’t play about me but he not listening.” an idea pops into ony’s head which causes him to smirk behind you. “what he look like baby?” you turn your head and look the man up and down a couple times. while you stared at him for a couple seconds you instantly felt your face grow warm when the motherfucker decided to wink at you.

quickly turning around you replied to your boyfriend, “he darkskin and got these tattoos all on his neck. he probably got more all over. he got on a sweatsuit and he smell good too. don’t be mad but…he-…he kinda fine” you whisper the last part into the phone, hoping the man behind you didn’t hear. ony chuckled through the phone at the compliment. “that’s not a good enough description princess. you gotta get closer for me.” you whine into the phone at your boyfriends demand. not trusting yourself to get any closer to this man without doing something dumb. “whyy daddyyyy? i think i did good enough.”

“i’d hate to come over there and get the wrong guy. if you want me to handle em you gotta give daddy a better description.” you sigh as you find yourself agreeing with your man. knowing you’d hate yourself if he were to get an innocent guy by accident. you walk closer to the man and study him again. noticing his sexy grin and his tall figure. he had small diamond studs in his ears and two gold chains on. he was very well built. looks like he works out almost everyday. you noticed under his hood he had on a dark grey durag. “damn he’s fine as hell” you quickly cover your mouth. not meaning for those words to be said out loud. the man laughs as you see him remove his phone from him ear and click a button. you notice that your phone was no longer connected to the call with your boyfriend as the man speaks. “it’s me mama”

his voice was so deep it made you have to clench your legs close together. you tried to pay no mind to what he was saying until you glanced up at his chains again. noticing the one with your name on it. squinting in confusion you look up at the man to get a better look at his face. his dark skin and bright smile made you almost pass out as you realized who he really was. “baby?”

“yea princess it’s me.” you squeal as you finally begin to recognize your man. “finally. i thought i was gon have to drag you outta here screamin. can we please go home now?” you smile up at your man as you showered his face with kisses. “mhmm i’m tired i wanna go straight to bed when we get there” ony chuckled at your sentence. knowing damn well he wasn’t going to let you just go to sleep after what you put him through tonight. “nah you not off the hook. you’ll go straight to sleep AFTER i handle you. i think twenty’s reasonable for tonight since you wanna be a criminal so bad” hearing his words you began to feel your pussy flutter under your short dress as you thought about the spanking you were about to receive when you got home. this was gonna be a fun night.

[sshadowritestoriess]

hello! could you write something with zen echo and ramattra (sorry if that's too many characters) with a human reader who kisses them even tho they don't really have a mouth, I'd like to know their reactions

Kissing robots is so good <3

Kissing Zenyatta

Kisses aren’t a display that surprises him, really!

It might have been pretty anticlimactic the first instance that you had press your lips to his faceplate, a gesture of which he gently leaned into and remained patiently still, until you pulled away

But he would still sometimes entertain you with a prized “oh!” as if he hadn’t expected it

He only apologized the first time for not being able to return the favor the same way, but he was delighted by receiving such a human affection! It pleases him immensely that you would demonstrate this kind of love as if he were human

The best he could do to reciprocate was to press his forehead against yours, lean carefully into your touch, or nudge his jaw against your cheek

He’d be ridiculously gentle doing these things, highly aware that he was of metal and that humans bruise quite easily.

When you would kiss him where he would have a mouth, he liked to respond with a verbal “mwah!” or other kiss sound

You both would also have a habit of blowing kisses to one another as well. He loves pretending to catch yours, and would feign placing it on his cheek before signing “I love you” with his hand

But he also liked to take your hands in his and press your knuckles to the nine lights of his forehead, feeling the warmth of his glow against your hands in his own means of returning the gesture

Sometimes he even asks for kisses, very politely. It’s hard to refuse (but why would you?)

Kissing Echo

Considering her face is just a hologram, you both occasionally forget that and share an amused moment when trying to kiss each other

Sometimes it’s definitely on purpose though! Feigning a kiss upon one another’s mouth with sweet smiles, and an especially elated giggle from Echo

Your one-sided kisses always make her gasp, an expressive look of joyous surprise on her face that leaves her mouth agape

She finds it so interesting, curious, and will lift to you her hands and turn her head from side to side asking “Can you do that here? And what about from here?”

So it’s not really a one-and-done— if you kiss her, you’re gonna end up doing quite a couple. She loves it very much

She doesn’t seem bothered that she can’t truly kiss you back, and if asked she’ll tell you “I think there’s something just as special about pretending!”

And it’s true. The make-believe gestures of affection are something very unique to her that may as well be real in its own way

Just because she couldn’t kiss you doesn’t mean she wasn’t. It may not be the same, but it felt no different than if she could. And it was fun, and worth her reactions

She could never bore of your kisses, nor tire of returning them.

Kissing Ramattra

Ramattra, on the other hand, would somehow end up shocked by your kisses every single time without fail. Subtly flinching as if you’d accidentally surprised him

He’d make a disgruntled noise after your display, but he’d never ask you to stop. He would, however, make sure now and again that you didn’t think he was going to be able to suddenly kiss you back one day

Sometimes he’d mutter something about “human gestures”, but it was hard to discern if it was bringing him offense or not. But again, he never told you he didn’t like it— and he was pretty open about telling you the things that brought him unease

It was more like he was just tolerating it for a while, but he’d eventually begin appreciating it

While he can’t kiss you, he does have a similar gesture that brings him a lot more satisfaction when you attempt to do the same

His specific model can summon a very brief vibration from behind the “mouth” of his faceplate, an old discreet means of communicating that uses the gentle buzz as something similar to Morse code. The pulses produce no sound, but emits a small encoded wave between omnics— like sending a text directly into someone’s mind

It wasn’t a language any human could decipher, but he’d press his ‘mouth’ to your neck or cheek and speak a quick note of affection there, anyway.

You seemed to understand it was loving. And when one day he’d tucked his face into your shoulder and his faceplate pulses ticklishly against your skin again, he was suddenly ecstatic when you leaned your throat against his head and hummed quickly, in the same rhythm he did, mocking his gesture

So, technically, you were telling him you loved him back by repeating his ‘message’, and you had no idea.

He wouldn’t admit a thing to you, but you could tell it made him pretty happy.

And while he preferred his version of “kisses” to yours, he would never turn down your ways of showing him that you loved him

[blue-jisungs]

hihi ! can i req txt reaction when u fall asleep on another member ? :0

you fall asleep on another member’s shoulder ♡

a/n. i had so much fun writing that!! thank you for requesting and i hope you enjoy <3

┆彡 YEONJUN [ 연준 ]

at first he would be shocked. flabbergasted. betrayed.

like he’s been looking for you for over twenty minutes now and you DARE be sleeping

on kai’s shoulder?

baby duck is pouty, ready to throw hands

but he’s a softie :”)

“yah, what do you think you’re doing with my girlfriend?!” yeonjun tsks dramatically, standing in front of the youngest.

kai looks up at him slowly, clearly disturbed that yeonjun stopped him from playing on his nintendo.

“she’s literally asleep. you can wake her up if you want…” kai shrugged gently, careful not to disturb you. however he noticed the way yeonjun’s features softened upon looking at you.

“whatever. just call me next time, she should be sleeping on me” he murmured and placed a soft kiss on your forehead, then pulled a blanket over you.

“it’s not like i volunteered…” hyuka rolled his eyes, earning a scoff from yeonjun. he took a couple of pics (of course he did) of you two and then sat at the couch, waiting for you to wake up.

won’t be mad, maybe a little jealous

but he knows how it is, the tiredness just hitting and being unable to resist it

he’s laughing at you if you later have neck cramps tho >:(

┆彡 SOOBIN [ 수빈 ]

yeah well…

absolute meanie. gremlin. literally wtf…

he makes the most disguised face upon walking on you, napping cutely on beomgyu’s shoulder

stands there and stares at him

(beomgyu didn’t notice)

then soobin straight up walks up and yanks your hand, pulling you towards him

you feel a sudden pull, almost making you fall down from the couch. beomgyu yelped loudly and you sleepily bump into someone because of the force.

“soobin, what the fuck” you grumble, aware that it was him who woke you up “i was so comfortable…”

“i don’t care! you shouldn’t even fall asleep on bricks if you’re sleepy! you should’ve told me! i feel so betrayed right now… by both of you!” soobin swung his finger in a threatening gesture but stopped once he realised your head is resting against his chest

“you’re such an awful boyfriend. she was peacefully sleeping” beomgyu sighed. soobin just frowned and dragged you somewhere else, allowing you to continue your nap. on his lap this time, with his hoodie over you.

he’s just so jealous it’s making everyone sick

but those leader instincts are also activating

(to be real, there are two wolves inside soobin: one wants to kick your ass for even thinking of sleeping on someone else, the other wants to pamper you to sleep and caress your hair)

in the end he also ends up asleep with you 🥹

┆彡 BEOMGYU [ 범규 ]

i’m so soft for him it’s not funny anymore

at first dramatic, almost yelling

even taehyun was like “you’re gonna wake her up 😐”

swooshes his hands millimetres from your face to check if you’re really asleep

“tsk. i guess she really is sleeping” beomgyu rolled his eyes and leaned away. taehyun smiled wildly upon seeing his friend’s lovestruck expression “aish, y/n… you’re so gonna have neck cramps. and that only happens if you sleep on anyone else other than me-!”

beomgyu gently tucked a loose strand of your hair behind your ear since it stuck to the corner of your mouth.

“she’s working so hard lately” he murmured and smiled gently, nodding his head “i’ll leave her alone, i guess”

“what about me? i need to piss…” taehyun grumbled, causing gyu to laugh quietly.

“welp, that’s not my problem” he sing-sung, sticking his tongue out in a teasing manner.

he sat next to you, chatting with taehyun; his eyes checking up on you every time you moved even a bit.

actually he won’t let you live once you’re awake

like please just for your own good shut him up (the choice how you do it is up to you though 🤭🤭)

but at the end of the day will give you a lecture that if you’re tired you should nap on a bed or couch… or at least if you’re going for a shoulder, pick his :(

┆彡 TAEHYUN [ 태현 ]

he’s shocked and kind of… in a pickle

yes, it bugs him you’re sleeping on soobin but also he won’t let it show

soobin though, he’s almost pissing himself because taehyun’s stare is frightening

but terry has a smart idea to work his way through it

“what?” taehyun asked soobin, standing in front of you two, who was looking at him with wide eyes

“i promise i didn’t do this on purpose she just seemed sleepy” the leader spat out words at the speed of light

“soobin, that’s fine but just…” taehyun sighed dramatically and sat down, knee touching yours “…don’t mind if i do…”

he gently snuck his hand between your head and soobin’s arm, lightly pulling you the other way so your head plopped down onto him. he placed the other hand at the back of your head, adjusting the position into the crook of his neck. you didn’t budge a bit and your peaceful breath hit his skin.

“much better, hm?” taehyun hummed, leaning his head back and closing his eyes as well.

you’re so confused once you’re awake but his smug smirk tells it all

will massage your neck if you have cramps… only if you ask him prettily and he’s satisfied enough >:T

doesn’t give you a lecture because ''you do you'', you can’t control your sleepiness but he did say something between lines of

“if you’re tired then i can lend you a shoulder… and maybe scratch your head a bit. soobin won’t do that though”

safe to say that you understood the hidden meaning teehee

┆彡 HUENING KAI [ 휴닝카이 ]

oh hyuka:(

he’d feel a bit sad upon seeing you snoozing on yeonjun’s shoulder

but he won’t say a thing

he’ll just smile at yeonjun and sit next to you, hand hesitantly shifting - should he grab your hand or not? he doesn’t want you to wake up…

and yeonjun feels so bad about this whole situation like 😭😭

“kai?” yeonjun asked quietly, looking at his friend. the younger’s eyes sparkled with curiosity “can you move closer? i need to call someone and i don’t want to wake her up…”

“sure sure” kai hummed, trying to hide his grin. he shuffled closer and yeonjun stood up slowly, your head plopping down. they both snorted at it. you opened your eyes lazily, looking at kai confused; he just cooed softly “hi there”

you sighed and leaned into kai, mumbling something quietly.

“go back to sleep” hyuka whispered, caressing your hair.

yeonjun almost had to bite his fist to prevent himself from screaming at the cuteness. he left the room, clueless to the fact that he left the phone on the couch.

he quietly sings you to sleep but only if the boys aren’t around

would rather you used his fav plushie as a pillow than someone else’s arm :(

please cover him in kisses once you’re awake just to prevent him from overthinking

but i do feel like if you looked funny or your head slid down… or you snored OR JUST whatever…

he’d laugh and woke you up and then laugh even more at your grumpy face 😾

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𝚖𝚞𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜

𝓵𝓮𝓸💙

-his first kiss was so awkward it was adorable

-he set up a rooftop date for you two and when you leaned in to kiss him he had no clue what to do(he lived in a sewer his whole life)

-he wasn’t gonna lie to you tho,he outright told you he had no clue what he was doing,so you kinda had to guide him into the kiss and show him how it wasn’t much of a big deal,he still disagrees with you about that tho,he thinks it’s a huge deal

- he thought it was magical the first time he ever kissed someone,and the fact it was you made it even better for him.

-Leo had honestly no clue what to do with his hands,he put one on your cheek cause he saw it in a romantic movie once but other than that he was so awkward

-you could have swore he fainted after,he literally feel back on his shell,face red and woozy looking,you laughed for a minute before he said he needed help up,cause ya know turtle on there back(it sounded funnier when I thought of it)

-after that he was pretty good with giving you kisses,he only did it when it was appropriate or when you guys were alone

-he mostly likes to give you forehead and cheek kisses,he simply gets to flustered when you guys kiss kiss

𝘙𝘢𝘱𝘩❤️

-he won’t admit it but he’s nervous outta his mind the whole time,he took you out to a skate park to teach you how to skateboard

-the worst thing is that this boy was planning for weeks how he wanted this kiss to go,but you ruined it after just kissing him after you finally did a kick flip

-he literally got so pissed about it,it was hilarious. “How Dare You!that was not the way I planned this!ugh it was supposed to be romantic with a sunset and all that shit!” You could help but laugh at him as he threw his little fit

-you walked over to him and kissed him on his cheek,that made him flush up real fast. “I’ll buy you ice cream to make it up,come on big guy” you said grabbing his hand and walking outta the skate park

-after that he was kinda ok with kissing you,unlike Leo he tries to kiss you whenever it’s the wrong time,simply to piss others off and make you flustered

-he absolutely loves you and kissing your cute little face,he definitely has tried multiple times to do an American kiss,but he ends up droppping you at one point while trying

-he accidentally bit you once,he want even trying to be sexual it was a complete accident

as Q

ԃσηηιє 💜

-he wanted his first kiss to be like a romantic scene in an anime,so when you told his you weren’t gonna be able to see him for a week he immediately hatched a plan

-once you had came back to the lair after that week to hang out with your boyfriend he immediately scooped you up to kiss you,he was trying so hard to make it out that he knew what he was doing,but it was definitely a fake sense of confidence

-his glasses accidentally fell off tho,it’s fine you both laughed at it

-after that he was perfectly fine with kisses,he just kinda did them.his favorite thing to do was wrap his arms around your waist and hug you from behind while he pressed his lips against either your shoulder or the back of ur neck

ɱıƙɛų 🧡

-he didn’t do anything special,like as soon as you agreed to be his partner he immediately kissed you

-he didn’t think to much about it,he was just ridiculously happy

-he gives you pecks on the cheek the lips the head,literally the he ever he can,and he’s not shy to kiss you infront of his brothers

-he definitely kisses you when he’s happy,it’s like a flight or fight response for him

-I can’t write much more for him this is legit what I think would happen

Thanks for reading💖

[straykeedz]

heyy bby, im dreaming with jisung weed dealer for so long i would love that if you could do it !! kisses luv 💋💋

high on you ; hjs

author’s note: thank you so much for requesting something to me! i’m sorry if anything that’s written here is inaccurate lol, i now nothing about weed and stuff like that 🙏 hope this lives up to your expectations, x 🫧

pairing: han jisung x afab!reader;

rating: m, s;

wc: 2,9k;

tw: jisung’s your weed dealer; smoking weed; fingering (f receiving); they’re in a car so i guess a little bit of exhibitionism; han calls reader a slut during sexy-time but it’s okay because she likes it; reader calls him hanji 🥺; they talk about kids in the end; suggestive ending;

check out my masterlist here ♡

🗺️: i am not a native english speaker so please let me know if you spot any mistakes/typos/anything!

mature content under the cut so minors dni! 🤨

☎︎

He’s holding the small, transparent plastic bag above his head, out of your reach as he smirks at you cockily. 

“This is the third time you hit me up this month.” Jisung points out. “I’m starting to think you’re obsessed with me, babe.”, the pet name rolls off his tongue so naturally it makes you scoff and cross your arms over your chest. 

“Am not.”, you roll your eyes at him as you make a scarce attempt at reaching the plastic bag in his hand. He chuckles as he watches you miserably failing. “Am obsessed with that’s inside that bag, tho. Give it to me.”, you growl, frowning. 

That stupid smirk won’t disappear from Jisung’s face, and it’s starting to annoy you. “Addiction is not good, babe. The way you’re acting is making me wonder whether I should give this to you.” Jisung teases. 

“I’m not addicted to this stuff.”, you shot back, offended by his assumption. “It just helps me relax.”

It’s true - it does help you relax. Though, it’s not the real reason why you keep coming back to him. It sounds ridiculous when you think about it - falling for your dealer. However, you fell for him - you fell hard. You don’t even like weed that much, if you think about it, you keep on buying that stuff because it’s the only thing that somehow links you to him. It’s stupid, you’re aware of that, but that’s just how much Han Jisung has you wrapped around his finger.

“Okay then.” Jisung smirks. “That’ll be fifty bucks, babe.”, he says. 

You look at him with wide eyes, mouth slowly agape. “Fifty?”, you squeak. “I don’t have that much money! You sold me the same amount for twenty bucks last time!”, you argue. 

“What can I do?”, he shrugs, waving the plastic bag in the air, still out of your reach - even economically now. “That’s how the market works, I don’t dictate the rules, babe.”

You whine, letting out a heavy sigh, defeated. You can’t afford spending fifty bucks on that shit - not when you’re drowning in bills and delayed payments. If what Jisung said is true, that means you’re gonna have to stop calling him - you’re gonna have to cut him off for good. 

“Whatever.”, you bite your cheek, a bit annoyed. “I guess I’ll see you around, then.”, you turn around in order to leave, but he grabs you by the wrist, making you turn to face him. 

“I thought you wanted it.” Jisung says. “Thought you were obsessed with this.”, he mocks you, still grinning cockily, mimicking the quotation marks with his fingers. Annoying. 

You glare at him. “Stop.”, you growl. “I mean, there isn’t much I can do. It’s too expensive and I can’t afford it right now.”, you let your arms fall down your sides. “I guess our paths part here, Han Jisung. I’ll see you around.”

He grabs you by the wrist once again, making you snap your head up at him as he lowers his hand - the hand that’s holding the little plastic bag, and places it in your hand. You look at him confused, brows furrowed. 

“What does this mean? I told you I can’t afford it.”

“Consider this as a gift from the house, babe.” Jisung smirks, before turning around - walking away from you without uttering another word. 

You look at him dumbfounded, bag in your hand, gaze switching from it to Jisung and then back to the bag, then again back to Jisung. “Wait!”, you shout, making him stop right in his tracks. He turns his body to look at you. You quickly walk towards him, waving the plastic bag in front of his face. “I’ll accept that only if you smoke one with me.”

He looks taken aback - this is new. He doesn’t usually do stuff like this - he just sells it, he never smokes it with his clients. “It’s not professional.”, his friend once said. As if being a weed dealer is even a profession, Jisung can’t help but think. Eventually, he figures out he’s got nothing to lose - it’s just weed, he’s done it a million times before.

“Okay.”

Fifteen minutes later you’re in the backseats of Jisung’s car, in an empty parking lot in the proximity of your place, car windows down so that the vehicle won’t smell like weed once you’re done. You watch him as he takes his time in rolling the blunt, licking the paper slowly, almost sensually. You wonder how come he looks so fucking attractive even when licking a stupid piece of paper - but that’s not the focus. 

“Y/N?”, his voice shakes you off of your thoughts, holding the joint between his fingers and a lighter in his other hand. 

“No, you do it.”, you tell him. 

He chuckles. “Why, feeling shy all of a sudden?”, he teases, bringing the joint to his lips. 

“No, it’s just - I wanna see you do it.”, you admit - you hope he doesn’t notice the way you’re practically drooling over him as he lights the joint, kicking his head back as he breaths out the smoke, the familiar scent filling up your nostrils. 

“God, I missed this.”, he sighs, eyes closed as he fills his lungs with smoke. “It’s been a while.”, he comments, before handing you the joint, which you gladly accept and bring to your lips, doing exactly what he did. 

“How come?”, you ask him, breathing out the smoke as well. “Are you cutting down?”, you ask him. 

He shakes his head, taking the joint from you - fingers brushing against yours, and it makes you shiver. You can feel the familiar tingle between your legs, and you can’t believe you’re getting turned on just because of a slight touch, that sounds pathetic. Your stupid crush on your dealer is pathetic, but it’s not like you can help it. 

“Kinda.”, he shrugs. “I mean, it’s not that I can keep on smoking this shit forever, you know?”, he observes. 

You hum, not really knowing what to say. If Jisung were to stop smoking weed, it’d mean he’d eventually stop selling it too, which would mean that you’d have no reason to contact him anymore in the first place. It’s not like you have anything in common - you don’t share classes together, you don’t even share the same group of friends. He’s a friend of your friend, tho, and that’s how you met him. Not a close friend, however, so it’s not like you’d see him around. 

“Yeah, I get it, that’s exactly how I feel about this.”, you agree with him. 

Jisung passes you the joint, eyes on your lips as he observes the way your lips close around the filter, wrapping around it as you inhale another drag. “I thought you were obsessed with weed.”, he comments, not tearing his eyes off of you as he watches you kick your head back as well. “You’ve been hitting me up like crazy lately. Didn’t think you would be cutting down on weed anytime soon.”, he adds. 

You chuckle - if only he knew. You’re not obsessed with weed, you’re obsessed with him. 

“You’re what?” Jisung asks in a high-pitched voice, looking at you with wide eyes. 

Fuck, there’s no way you actually said that out loud, is there? No, it can’t be possible, you must’ve imagined it. But the way he’s staring at you, kinda shocked, is telling you otherwise. To be honest, you’re as shocked as he is - you weren’t planning on saying that, what is wrong with you?

“I haven’t said anything.”, you try to bluff, but he doesn’t fall for it. 

“Yeah, your lying game is shit.”, he comments. “Now - say that again.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”, you shrug, desperately trying to avoid eye contact with him. 

“I’m talking about…” Jisung shifts in his place, now sitting just a couple of inches away from you as gently grabs you by the chin and forces you to look at him - both yours and his eyes are slightly red, but neither of you are too high. “You saying you’re obsessed with me.”, he repeats your words. “Is it true?”, he asks - it’s like he wants you to give in. 

That you do. If you think about it - what is there for you to lose? It’s not like you two are close anyways. It’s like you’re stuck in a limbo with him - so you decide to be brave and just say what’s been in your mind for the past weeks. 

“Of course it’s true.”, you let out a nervous chuckle. “I don’t even like this shit.”, you point at the joint you’re holding between your fingers. “I just buy it so that I can see you.”

“So I was right when I said you’re obsessed with me.”, he smirks cockily and you scoff, rolling your eyes at him. “That explains why you been calling me so often.”, he teases.

You scoff again, crossing your arms over your chest. 

“Aw, don’t be like that, babe. I’m just teasing you.”, he takes the joint from your hand, bringing it to his lips once again. “Besides,” he breathes out the smoke and leans closer to whisper something in your ear “I’m obsessed with you too.”

His words send a shiver down your spine, and you pull away to stare at him with wide eyes. Is he for real or is he saying that just to mock you or worse - lead you on? 

“You are?”, you whisper - but in the silence of his own car, he hears you loud and clear. 

He nods, biting his lower lip. “Yeah, I am.”, he confirms. “Have been for a while now.”, his fingers brush delicately against your clothed thigh, but it makes your head spin nonetheless. 

“Why didn’t you say anything, then?”, you frown. 

He sighs, then shrugs. “Because, babe, let’s be real. I’m not exactly boyfriend material.”, he chuckles. “I dropped out of school and sell weed for a living, I’m not the kind of guy parents would approve of, you know?”

“You still haven’t asked me out and you’re already thinking about meeting my parents?”, you tease him, smirking. “I don’t care about that shit, Hanji. If we like each other, we should give it a shot.”, you point out with a shrug. 

“What did you just call me?”, he asks. 

“Hanji.”, you repeat, smiling. “It’s your name in my phone. It’s short for Han Jisung.”, you explain. 

“I like it.”, he chuckles, leaning in closer to your face. “So… can I kiss you now?”, he bluntly asks. 

You nod - and he places his lips on top of yours for a chaste kiss that turns into a make out session not too long after. You can taste weed on each other’s tongues as make out in the backseats of his car, the joint now out, forgotten in the ashtray of Jisung’s car - pretty intact. He has his fingers intertwined with yours, while his other hand is resting on your thigh as you’re practically sucking each other’s faces. You can feel the tingle between your legs become more and more intense - you have to squeeze your thighs in order to find some relief, and he notices, hand climbing up your thigh slowly. 

He gently pulls away from your lips and nuzzles your nose with his. “How high are you on a scale from zero to ten?”, he asks you, looking you in the eyes. 

“Not so much.”, you whisper on his lips. “Enough to know I want to take things further, not too much for you to think you’re taking advantage of me. You?”

“Same.”, he crashes his lips onto yours once again as his hand climbs up, slender fingers no brushing against your clothed core, which makes you whimper against his lips. “Help me slide these off?”, he murmurs, tugging at the waistband of your jeans. 

You nod eagerly, undoing the button before wiggling to slide them under the curve of your ass, together with your panties. You should feel at least a little embarrassed to be completely exposed in front of your crush - but you’re not. Just eager and desperate to feel his touch on your skin. You watch him as he brings two fingers to his lips and then in his mouth, swirling his tongue around them to lubricate them. When he pulls them out, there’s a string of saliva that connects his fingers to his mouth - that sight only is enough to make you whimper, but then he places his fingers on your cunt, right below your clit. 

“A little higher.”, you instruct him, letting out a heavy breath when he finally brushes against your most delicate spot. 

“Here?”, he asks, and the whimper you let out when he starts rubbing your clit has him grinning when you nod, too fucked out already to answer him. In your defense, it’s been a while since you got your clit acknowledged by a man - so your reaction is completely understandable. 

Jisung crashes his lips onto yours once again as his fingers slowly move south, pads now brushing against your slit, and you’re so wet they could easily slip inside. They do. You moan against Jisung’s mouth. It only takes him minutes to bring you close to your orgasm, and you’re actually impressed - he found your g-spot faster than any of your previous partners. 

“God, you’re so damn hot.”, he pulls away from your lips only to look at your fucked out expression - cheeks red and flustered as you’re desperately trying to hold back your moans. “Letting me finger you in my car, in an empty parking lot.”, he continues - his words turn you on even more. “So filthy, anyone could see you right now - getting fingered like a slut.”

You nearly yelp when he calls you that, your orgasm approaching faster. He can feel it. 

“You like it when I call you a slut, don’t you?”, he purrs in your ear - the car is filled with your whimper and the squelching sound of his fingers thrusting inside of you. “My slut.”, he growls. 

You kick back your head and shut your eyes closed, on the verge of reaching your high. That’s when Jisung unexpectedly places his thumb on your clit and starts to draw gentle eight figures, not even thinking about halting his movements with the fingers that are buried inside your cunt. That’s exactly what you needed, and you feel your orgasm wash all over you as you release with a loud whine, practically squeezing Jisung’s fingers with the way your pussy’s clenching, swinging your hips back and forth. 

“Good girl, fuck yourself on my fingers, ride it out.”, he growls in your ear. You ride out your orgasm as he said before you eventually stop moving, your legs are shaky and you’re panting. He retrieves his fingers from inside of you - not wanting to overstimulate you, not tonight at least. He’ll leave that for another time. 

He brings his fingers to his mouth, wrapping his lips around them as he sucks your juices off your skin, swirling his tongue around his digits to make sure to lick them clean and not miss a single spot. “You taste fuckin’ delicious, babe.”, he whines as soon as he’s done swallowing your arousal. 

“I can’t believe we did that.”, you comment with a smirk on your face, sliding your jeans up your thighs, legs feeling a bit jelly. “In your car nonetheless.”

“Yeah, that was wild.” Jisung chuckles. “Like, imagine when our kids will ask us what we did on our first date.”, he chuckles. “What are we gonna tell them?

You snap your head in his direction. “Our kids?”, you quirk an eyebrow at him. “You were scared of my parents not approving of you twenty minutes ago, that escalated pretty fast.”, you tease him, leaning in for a kiss. “Besides, that wasn’t a date.”, you point out. 

“It wasn’t?”, he asks, and you shake your head as a no. 

“I’m pretty sure fingering me in the backseats of your car doesn’t count as a date, Hanji.”

“I like it when you call me that.”, he smiles, nuzzling your nose with his. “I’ll take you out on a date, babe, I promise. A decent one we can tell our kids about.”, he kisses you on the lips.

You roll your eyes at him, shaking your head playfully as you giggle. “If I were you, I’d worry more about how you’re gonna tell our kids you used to be their mom’s dealer, but whatever floats your boat, Hanji.”, you say and he chuckles and you playfully push him. 

“Yeah, maybe we should leave that part out.”, he suggests with a chuckle. 

“Maybe we should.”, you giggle, leaning in closer to rest your head on his shoulder. “It would be a fun story, tho.”

“I really want to take you out, babe.”, he mutters after a while, intertwining his fingers with yours. “I wanna treat you right, like the fucking goddess you are, but I don’t know shit about relationships and romance and stuff like that.”, he lets out a deep sigh. “I’m scared I’ll fuck this up.”

You cup his cheek with one hand, looking him in the eyes. “It’s okay, I’m shit at relationships too, we can learn together.”, you reassure him. “What do you think about it?”

“Sounds perfect.”, he smiles before leaning in for a kiss. And another. And then another. And another. Then another two, until you find yourself lying on your back, his body between your legs, hovering over yours, his erection pressed against your crotch.

You pull away from the kiss, panting, only to ask him, breathless: 

“Do you want to go back to my place?”

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Raped by my crush 👉👈🥺

I was around 19 or 20, I can't remember and time isn't real anyways lol. He was 23. We had met at a little party and had some friends in common. We talked all night and drank together at that party then exchanged numbers. We talked and flirted for a couple weeks and I thought he was cute and I knew he was single, but im awkward so I don't make a move.One night he invites me over to his apartment. He loved with his mom and sibling so we hangout in the basement laundry room. It was already kinda late when I got there. When I got there he had whisky which I had mentioned was my fave and some mixed drinks to use as chasers. We sat on top of the washer and dryer to be by the window so we could open it and smoke cigarettes inside and blow the smoke out. We spent a couple hours talking, drinking, smoking, sharing our fave music with each other. He fed me shot after shot after shot. At one point we started playing 20 questions. He had asked what I'd say if he asked me to be his girlfriend. I'm drunk at this point and just started giggling and blushing and asked if he was asking me to be his gf. He said not yet but he just wanted to know how I felt about him. I told him I thought he was cute and sweet. We kissed. We made out for a while before he started feeding me shots again. At this point its about 2am now. I stand up and say I should probably start heading home cuz it was about a 40 minute walk. He got up and stood in front of me saying I wasn't going anywhere yet. That frightened me but I was drunk and it took a minute to process. He shoved me against the wall and started roughly kissing me and groping me all over my body. He started kissing my neck while his hand moved to undo my jeans.I tried to push him away. I said no and stop.He shoved me to the ground and got on top of me. I'm laying on the cold hard cement floor of an apartment building laundry room.

He yanked my jeans and underwear down around my ankles then undid his own pants while straddling me. He leaned down to start kissing me again. The kisses were more gentle this time and his hand found his way. Between my legs even tho I was trying to squeeze my thighs shut as tight as possible.He rubbed my clit while kissing me and telling me how beautiful I was. Then suddenly 2 large fingers were inside of me and he stopped kissing me to laugh and mock me for being so wet right now.I begged him not to do this and told him I'd never tell anyone. I begged him to stop and said I didn't want this. He just said that obviously I really want it otherwise I wouldn't be wet. I kept begging and he pulled his fingers out and forced his big, hard cock in, raw of course. I kept begging at first but it was useless and I was so drunk and tired and thought that it might end faster if I just take it. He started pounding into my pussy and was moaning in my ear how tight I was, I good I felt, how he had been waiting all night to fuck me. He yanked my top up so he could watch my tits bounce while I just laid there limp as he brutally pounded into me. He slapped my tits a few times and bit my nipples, I remember them being sore for days from how hard his bites were. Eventually he moaned in my ear how he was gonna cum. I started begging again, I could not let him cum inside of me. I wasn't on birth control yet. He agreed to not cum in me and I thought 'thank God it's finally over'. He pulled out right before he was gonna cum, grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanked me up onto my knees while he stood, and slapped me across the face. When I opened my mouth in sock at the slap he rammed his cock down my throat and came. I looked up at him with tears in my eyes while I choked and gagged and struggled to swallow his massive load. Once I swallowed every drop he made me keep licking and sucking his cock and balls to get all my "filthy cunt juices"(as he called it) off. He was finally satisfied and helped me to my feet, I pulled my pants back up and he did the same. I started for the door, but he followed me. He said I shouldn't be walking alone at this time of night and that he was gonna walk me home. It was almost 4am by this point.I was so scared on that walk home with him and my mind couldn't stop racing with all the things he could do to me. But he just held my hand and we walked. When we got to my house he kissed me again and said goodnight.

I hate admitting it, but i came on my rapists cock. Harder than id ever cum before.

A couple days later he texted me asking to hang out again... I went. I went 3 more times. It always ended with his cock inside of me.