You Cannot Put Tom Blyth With Blond Curls AND Buzzcut In Front Of Me And Expect Me To Not Be Blushing

something about the buzzcut…

This is so cute omg😭😭

pookie first of all: CONGRATS ON 1K OMG!!! SO PROUD OF YOU🫶🫶

also: loving all the arranged marriage fics they’re all soso good I’m so happy and grateful ❤️

anywayss, I have a new idea!!

-either a new girl reader, and sejanus is immediately infatuated w her

-orr more of a peacekeeper!sejanus with a district/covey reader bc it’s literally stuck in my head so badly rn😭

thank you so much, congrats again🫶🫶

ps: wish me luck on midterms this week, I’m dying🙏

AHHH THANK YOU SO SO MUCH 🥰🥰🥰 im sorry this took so long, but im sure you did amazing on your midterms <3 also, peacekeeper!Sejanus and covey!reader mean the world to me (as does matchmaker Lucy Gray hehe)

The Covey are a flashy people, performers to their very soul and the most lively bunch you’ve ever seen. With a love of bright colors and music, it’s hard for any of you to fly under the radar when compared to the rest of the citizens of District Twelve, the people who will never claim you as their own but are happy to dance to your songs and send your cousin to fight to the death.

You, however, aren’t built for the stage. Your voice is better suited to singing lullabies than it is to performing on stage, and even the thought of that many eyes on you makes you feel like you’re on the verge of throwing up. Still, you contribute where you can, helping your cousins write their songs and being a willing audience when they need to test out something new, and you still work, sewing new clothes and patching up the old.

Lucy Gray is something of a momma bird, despite the fact that she’s only a handful of weeks older than you, and she’d rather see you set up and happy before running off with Coriolanus. Luckily for you, he has a friend who, in your opinion, is much kinder and cuter than his blonde counterpart. You’d tell him that, if only your tongue didn’t tie up in knots every time you made eye contact.

Walking towards the lake, Sejanus is sure to push any low-hanging branches out of the way for you, holding out his hand to help you over loose rocks and tangles of roots. The two of you talk the entire way there, almost oblivious to the people surrounding you and the feeling of Lucy Gray staring at you. If you turned around, you’re almost certain you’d catch her grinning.

When you finally make it to the dock, you try not to stare as Sejanus pulls off his shirt, turning away to pull off your own clothes, completely unaware of the way he blushes as he turns back towards the water, for reasons unrelated to the beating sun. No matter how obvious Sejanus makes his affection, it seems impossible to you that somebody like him could love you, and even just friendship seems a little unbelievable sometimes.

The two of you wait for your younger cousins to go splashing into the water, certain that if you had jumped in first, you would have gotten pummeled with water and flying limbs. Launching yourself into the water, you resurface with a giggle as you watch Lucy Gray leap into the lake with Coriolanus hot on her heels. Sejanus is treading water next to you, and the two of you share a smile as you watch Lucy Gray out of the corner of your eye.

“They’re something else, aren’t they?” You wish you were as trusting as Lucy Gray, able to just accept affection like you deserved it, but you’re too busy daydreaming to realize that Sejanus is looking at you like you’re something to be admired.

After about twenty minutes of Maude Ivory’s splashing, you grow tired and heave yourself onto the dock, drying off in the sunshine and dangling your feet into the water. Sejanus sits next to you, claiming that he’s never been the strongest swimmer and he’d rather sit with you on mostly-solid ground, but from the way Lucy Gray winks at you, you’re almost certain it’s just an excuse to sit next to you.

The rest of the afternoon is spent lying side by side with Sejanus in the sun, talking about whatever comes to mind and kicking at your younger cousins whenever they decide to try and tug you back into the water. It’s all sunshine and giggles, and there’s a strange feeling forming in your chest, right in the center of your ribs, a feeling that grows whenever Sejanus looks over at you, eyes half-closed from the sun but still full of a sort of adoration that’s completely foreign to you.

These are always your favorite days, your favorite moments, little pockets of sun dappled peace for you to hold close to your heart and revisit whenever you’re feeling down. The way Sejanus looks at you, smiles at you, laughs at your jokes, places a gentle hand on the bottom of your back to guide you over rough terrain, catapults today to the top of your heart, a precious little jewel to hold onto.

In those moments, replaying the day over in your head with a dreamy smile on your face, you don’t have to worry about saying the wrong thing or reading too much into the way Sejanus seems to orbit you like you’re the sun, you just get to smile at the memory of the way his eyes crinkle with the intensity of his joy and the ghost of his warm palm on your back. And, no one can scold you for replaying these moments over and over, even though you’re much too nervous to ever say anything to Sejanus about the way your breath catches and your heart constricts whenever you see him.

Tagging my beloved @beybaldes because it feels illegal not to at this point

Cho Hyunju/Player 120 NSFW Audio

MDNI 18+ ONLY

You can’t help but rub your ass against your beautiful girlfriend, she’s more than happy to give you exactly what you want.

LINK (CR: LunaMothPrincess)

i love her dearly

oh, how i loved angst hyun-ju fic 🙂‍↕️

Im craving for angst , so girl can you write about Hyun ju x female reader

Basically Hyun ju and female reader have been dating for 1 and half year now, but things didn't went so well after attending squid game, Hyun ju gave young mi more attention , than she did for female reader so she distance herself from Hyun ju and her team, wondering why female reader ditched her. So female reader went to Gi Hun's team instead. And to make things worse not only Hyun ju voted O to continue the game, but Hyun ju lost the love of her life during the Mingle, ANND.. It took Hyun ju 2 to 4 business days to figure out that she hasn't been a good girlfriend ever since they came to squid game and Hyun ju Crashes out so badly.

(Female reader committed su!cide during Mingle, died instead of young mi and the shaman lady predicted female reader's death)

(And YES the guilt is definitely eating Hyun ju alive)

Sorry if this is too long

Take your time for this one

゜・（／。＼）・゜

Okayyyy complex, I like it! Hopefully I do this ask justice 🙏🏻

HER ANGEL

Pairing: Hyun-ju x femreader

Warnings: ANGST, depression, death, suicide, longing, survivors guilt.

Insecure. That was a word Y/n had always been familiar with. Ever since she was little. Her mother would criticize everything she did. If she ate too much, if she didn't eat enough. If her hair was down, if her hair was up. If she smiled, and if she didn't smile. Everything she did up until she was an adult was judged.

When she finally got the taste of freedom, moving out at the ripe age of eighteen, she discovered that the world was an ugly place. Nothing like how she fantasized how it would be. The books were wrong.

For the first few years after moving out, she was alone. Truly alone. She had no one. No friends to call late at night, no fuzzy kitten to cuddle when she had tears running down her face on a rainy day. No significant other who would whisper sweet nothings to her as she fell asleep... No one.

Not until she met her angel. Hyun-ju.

Everything had changed. For the first time in her life, Y/n felt like she deserved to take up space in the world. Hyun-ju made her feel wanted, loved. She erased every insecurity Y/n had. She loved every flaw and imperfection. She kissed her scars and wiped her tears.

Hyun-ju was her soul mate.

Y/n didn't care that her angel was different. She didn't care how people looked at them in public. Hyun-ju was perfect, in every way. Even if her angel couldn't see it for herself.

Hyun-ju told Y/n of her wishes for surgery. She had cried to Y/n about her debt and abandonment. And Y/n was there to comfort her in return, wiping her angels tears away and whispering promises.

So when a nice-looking man asked Y/n to play a game, showing her the money she would win, of course she agreed. For her angel, for Hyun-ju.

Y/n didn't need convincing to call the number on the back on the card. Once she saw Hyun-ju looking at herself in front of the mirror, her eyes filled with loathing, she dialed the number.

It was the least she could do. Hyun-ju had given Y/n her sense of self back. She had given Y/n her smile back. Of course, she would return the favor. Anything for her angel.

Waking up to the blasted music, she looked around to see other people. Waring the ugliest green she had ever seen. Looking down at herself, she saw her jacket was labeled 005.

She gathered around like everyone else. Waiting for an explanation. There were so many pink guards and even more players. They explained that they weren't trying to collect debt or cause any harm.

"Excuse me!" Said a voice. Not just any voice. Her angel's voice. Y/n quickly turned and saw Hyun-ju. Her Hyun-ju standing near a couple of bunks. She didn't catch what her angel said next, only focused on the fact that she was here.

Y/n winced as she saw Hyun-ju getting slapped. That was the day her angel had gone on a walk. She remembers her coming home, acting strange. Hyun-ju had met the salesman before Y/n did.

As all the players walked in single file lines up the colorful steps to get their pictures taken, Y/n looked around for Hyun-ju. Seeing her fixing her hair prettily, she smiles and quickly walks up to her. "Angel!" Y/n gushes.

Instead of greeting Y/n with a smile, Hyun-ju tenses. Asking her what she was doing here. "I know how much you need the money..." Y/n whispers softly, watching as Hyun-ju's eyes soften.

As they all walk into the first game, Hyun-ju holds Y/n's hand. "Don't separate from me, sweet girl. Okay?" Her angel asks softly. Y/n squeezes her hand in return.

"What is that?" Y/n asks, pointing to the giant doll like figure in the distance.

"Green light..."

Y/n quickly runs forward a few steps, then stops.

"Red light!" The doll waits, seeing if anyone would move.

The first to go was 196. Y/n stood, stiff as a board, the sound of people dying behind her. When the doll says green light, no one moves forward, but Hyun-ju reaches over and grips Y/n's hand.

Player 456 explains that they will die anyway if they don't cross the finish line in time, and so, she stays behind Hyun-ju, racing towards the finish line.

Once across, she watches in horror as her angel races back across to help player 456. This is the first and only time that Y/n has ever wanted to yell at Hyun-ju.

The second game is the six legged pentathlon. Her and Hyun-ju look around for more teammates. She notices Hyun-ju's fallen expression when people stare at her, and when they don't want to join because of her.

"Excuse me?" A timid voice says from behind the both of them. Y/n and Hyun-ju turn to see a small girl, obviously nervous. "W-Would you...like to team up with me?" She asks, looking at Hyun-ju first, then to Y/n.

Ever since then, Hyun-ju had been attached at the hip with Young-Mi. It was hard for Y/n not to notice, especially in a place like this. When she wanted comfort and reassurance from her angel, she would see that Hyun-ju was already comforting Young-Mi, that she was already whispering words of encouragement to her instead of Y/n.

But that was just who her angel was. She was kind to everyone, and Y/n had no right to take that away from Young-Mi. Y/n could clearly see how terrified the small girl was, and if Hyun-ju was her safe place, then who was Y/n to take that away from her?

That's was until Y/n heard it. What Hyun-ju was saying to Young-Mi.

"I won't let anything happen to you, sweet girl." Hyun-ju had said. Y/n felt her stomach drop. Sweet girl. That was Y/n's nickname. That was her word of endearment.

She decided to give them space. Joining player 456 and his team.

The third game was mingle.

As they all stood on the platform, Y/n watched as Hyun-ju held Young-Mi's hand, giving her soft smiles. Y/n felt horrible for feeling envious. Would she always be cursed to be this insecure? Would she ever feel content with anything?

"TEN"

The voice said. Everyone scrambled to find their groups and rooms. So far, their team had nine after joining Hyun-ju. Until her angel grabbed the crazy shaman lady.

Running into the green room, Y/n pants, not even bothering to look at her angel holding onto another woman. Hyun-ju gives her a confused look, wondering why she had left their group.

"Your heavy sorrow will swallow you whole." The crazy lady says, making everyone look at her. Y/n shrinks into herself as she realizes that she's talking to her. "You won't last much longer, I'm afraid. Pity. You have the purest birthstone."

"SIX" the voice says.

Gi-hun and Young-il had split from the group, leaving Y/n no other choice but to join Hyun-ju.

They all run to a yellow door, freezing in their tracks as they see a group is already in there. Hyun-ju races to find a different one.

She found one.

Y/n starts to run towards it with the other people in her group, but when she sees player 333 running towards it too, she slows down.

Looking over at her angel, she sees her clutching Young-Mi's hand.

The pregnant girl holds her belly.

The mother and sun cling to each other.

Where did Y/n fit into that? She didn't.

She has seen Jun-hee talking to player 333 on several occasions...

She needed him, more than any of them needed Y/n.

She made her decision then.

As player 333 races into the room, she finally hears Hyun-ju calling for her. Her angel was trying to get 333 out of the way.

Y/n walks to the door, looking into the small slit. "Y/n, what the hell are you doing? Go find a room! Go!" Hyun-ju shouts. Y/n only shakes her head softly.

"Ita okay angel." She whispers, putting her hands onto the door. Hyun-ju is starting to panic. The timer still had thirteen seconds on it. "I know there's no place for me here. Not now." Y/n says, tearing up.

Hyun-ju continues to shout, begging Y/n to go find a room. "You made me feel so inside the lines, Hyun-ju. Like I wasn't a lost shade outside of the pretty design. I could actually fit inside the art." Y/n says with a sad smile.

"I never thanked you for that." She says. "Thank you for showing me. For guiding me to see who I was for the first time."

Nine seconds on the timer.

"I know you'll be happy. You'll make it out of here and live the life you've always dreamed of...live the life you've always deserved. A life, with Young-Mi." Y/n's lip quivers.

Four seconds on the timer.

Hyun-ju starts shaking the door, sobbing and yelling. "I love you, my angel." She whispers tearfully, letting out a pained breath as she feels the bullet peirce her back.

"NO! Y/N!"

Player 333 had left that room beaten to a bloody pulp.

At first, Young-Mi's hand doesn't feel out of place instead of her own, not for the next two games.

Until Y/n's words repeat instead of her head.

A life...with Young-Mi.

Once she realizes it, she drops Young-Mi's hand as if it had burned her. She had been holding the wrong woman. Comforting the wrong woman. Calling her...

She had called the wrong woman sweet girl.

Hyun-ju looks over to Young-Mi, a tear falling. She had made the love of her life question her love.

She had been at fault for her sweet girl's death. Not 333. Not even the guards. Hyun-ju was the reason.

"Don't worry. You'll be seeing her again, " the shaman says. "A lot sooner than you think."

For the next game... was human chess.

I'm scared.... what do we think?

Dom Coriolanus live in my mind rent free

y/n calls him coriolanus…he’s not pleased.

smut ahead :) contains: spanking, dom!coriolanus, bratty!subby!reader.

"... and you are not to drink from any bottle that i have not provided for you, do you understand?" coriolanus followed you around the small apartment, fingers working open his collar with a huff.

you reached for your earrings, fighting back an eye roll. he'd been nagging you since the moment you exited the party. a list of infractions, corrections that needed to be made by you.

"there have been rebels about, and i will not have you poisoned." coryo snapped, an icy gaze that bore into the back of your head. your slumped shoulders, rounded with defiance and annoyance- like he was boring you. "are you listening to me?"

"yes, coriolanus." you snapped, an edge to your tone that had him bristling with anger, fist clenching at the use of his full name. not the loving endearments you always gave him, the nickname he allowed you to use with him.

the room went still. you knew it was bratty, that was half the reason you did it, but you also were annoyed. the chill in the room had you fighting back shivers, and you didn't dare turn around. you knew if you did, he'd be glaring at you.

"i beg your pardon?" coryo gritted. you tensed, feeling his radiating heat of fury from behind you.

you were torn. part of you wanted to obey, fall into submission at the mere sound of his tone. the other part of you was buzzing with excitement, thighs pressed together, throbbing with the thrill, the temptation of pushing him a little further to get what you want.

"what?" you played coyly, turning to look at him as innocently as you could over your shoulder. "i said i understood, coriolanus. what-"

coriolanus' hand seized your jaw, pulling your gaze to his furious one, his own jaw flexing fury. "have you forgotten yourself? talking to me in this manner?"

you blinked at him, rounded eyes that looked so sweet. lips twitching as you tried to fight back a smile. "why are you upset," you paused, heart skipping with excitement. "coriolanus?"

the final straw that had coryo yanking you out of your seat, a bruising grip on your arm as he hauled you over his knee. skirts of your dress flipped over your head, his hand relentlessly raining down over your bottom, fury filled slaps to each cheek. you mewled, squirmed, pressing against his leg to raise yourself, only for coryo to push you back into place. you knew he could see the arousal between your legs, slick with excitement, the throbbing making your mind blank.

when you were sniffling, mascara running down to the rouge on your cheeks, coryo stopped, shoving you into the mattress, impaling you with his cock. splitting you open with every sharp jab and roll of his hips.

"you don't ever disrespect me in that manner? do you understand?" coryo sneered, your hands pinned above you in his grip. "you refer to me how you're supposed to, or you will not refer to me at all."

you whimpered at the threat, mind swimming with pleasure with each punishing roll of his hips. "do you hear me?" coryo sneered, hips snapping into yours, a jab so sharp you could feel it in your heart.

"yes!" you squealed, eyes already glazed, still teary from your spanking.

"yes, who?" coryo challenges, head tilting to the side. he stilled for a moment, hovering above you, looking down the slope of his nose at you.

you blinked, gaze meeting his. "yes, coryo, i-i understand." you whispered.

he smirked, satisfied to have broken you, got you back into line.

i’m just so obsessed with professor!coryo and tumblr writers really do feed my obsession well

"Office Hours" - Professor!Coriolanus Snow x Reader

a/n: from an anon request 🩷

Summary: Professor Snow makes you work for his approval.

Word Count: 2,000

Rating: 18+, MDNI

TW: DUBCON DUE TO POWER IMBALANCE, afab reader, she/her pronouns, profanity, innuendo, daddy kink, dom!coryo, semi public sex ig?, dry humping, p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie, coryo's a bitch here ngl

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Hunger Games/Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated 🩷

When you arrive at the capitol’s prestigious institute for higher education, the eponymous University, you are determined to do everything within your power to reach your full potential. Ever since you were a girl, you’ve been an overachiever, everyone you met being certain you were meant for great things. Some of your teachers even joked that someday, you could be the first female president of Panem, with your killer intellect and undeniable charisma. You graduated top of your class at the Academy, receiving a glowing recommendation from Dean Vickers, the successor to Dean Highbottom. You charmed everyone you met, won every argument, and were an all around model student.

Going onto the University was the next natural step. And all is well and good, at least at first. That’s until you take his class on the history of the Hunger Games.

Professor Coriolanus Snow.

You almost mistook him for another student the first time you saw him. Tall, lean, blond hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed to stare right through you. His lips are pressed into a thin line as he looks you over, almost appraisingly. You can feel your stomach tied in knots, your knees shaky as you walk over and introduce yourself to your professor, ever the teacher’s pet. Hell, you’ve even brought an apple with you, your hair tied back in a ponytail, your uniform perfectly pressed.

Professor Snow takes the apple from you, arching a brow at the sight of it, before taking a bite. And if you were any weaker, you might’ve let out a moan. It’s so sensual, the way his lips wrap around it, that it makes that ache between your thighs even more present, the one you’ve had since the moment you saw him. Noticing your flustered state, Professor Snow suggests you take a seat, a little smirk on his face. You immediately do as he asks, sitting front and center, your legs crossed, pen poised to take notes. He has an absolutely enrapturing lecture style, enthralling you with every word on the history of the Games. You wonder to yourself if he has considered entering politics, with how he’s able to command the attention of an entire room of twenty-somethings.

You’re shocked when he cold calls on you, asking why the Games were created.

“To punish the districts and remind us of the threat they pose,” you say confidently.

A sardonic little smile twists on his lips as he replies, “Naive and incorrect.”

That’s the first time you’ve ever been told an answer you’ve given when called on was incorrect. And it makes you angrier than you have reason to be. Tears prick at your eyes as you continue scribbling away in your notes. What a fucking asshole. And yet, you’re filled with a desire to prove yourself. That you’re not some naive little girl. That you’re an intelligent and mature young woman who can and will succeed. One who will graduate at the top of her class yet again.

It’s easier said than done, impressing Coriolanus Snow. And he knows how desperate you are. How your eyes light up at the slightest hint of approval from him. And so, he does more research on you, digging into your backstory. You’re from one of the Capitol’s richest families. Richer than even the Plinths. And you’ve been given everything you’ve ever wanted on a silver platter. That is, except for affection. In all the pictures he sees of you with your family, your mother and father seem proud of you but so very cold. He doesn’t think there’s a single photo of them hugging you or smiling at you.

And so, the pieces fall into place. An overachieving little rich girl, desperate for the affection she never received. Desperate for a firm yet gentle hand to guide her into becoming all it is that she can be. He’s going to be that for you. He’s going to mold you into the perfect young lady. And one day, when he’s achieved all that he wants and has become the President of Panem, you are going to be standing at his side as his First Lady, his sweet and adoring wife. Brilliant and beautiful. The two of you will make a lethal combination, he knows it.

He just needs to get you there.

So, he continues challenging you in class, making you work for his approval. The way you gaze up at him with those sweet eyes almost makes him feel guilty, but then he remembers. All of this is for your good in the end. When you come to his office hours, he listens to you calmly, the dulcet tone of your voice making his cock twitch in his pants as he imagines how pretty you’ll look beneath him, moaning so sweetly. But he holds himself back, challenging every opinion of yours, making you build your arguments in a way you were never challenged to do before. And don’t think he doesn’t notice the way you always make sure your hair is perfectly set when you come to his office, that your makeup is done to perfection and that you unbutton your uniform shirt to show the tiniest hint of cleavage.

You want him. Just as badly as he wants you. That’ll make it all the more easy when the time does come to actually claim you.

Coriolanus knows that you’d look so pretty sitting between his thighs under his desk, his cock nestled between those full pouty lips of yours, tears in your eyes as he fucks your mouth, mascara running down your cheeks as you sit there and take it just because you want to please him so fucking badly. And you’ll be so fucking wet just from sucking him off, just from hearing him moan your name.

“Professor? Professor?”

He blinks rapidly, wrenching himself from his reverie, meeting your gaze as he nods, “Yes, you can do your paper on the Careers. That’s a fine choice.”

You give him a bright smile, preening at this tiny bit of praise, grabbing your bag and bidding him a good day as you walk out of his office, his gaze drawn to the way your ass sways in that little skirt, the tiny bit of your thighs that are being pinched by your knee high socks.

Only a few more days now.

When you come to Professor Snow’s office hours to discuss the grade you got on your paper, you feel a bit foolish. You’ve hiked up your skirt ever so slightly, left a few more buttons of your shirt undone, just enough to show the lacy white bra you have on underneath it, matching panties to go with it of course. Why are you doing this? Why do you want him to desire you so badly? Why are you so desperate for his approval?

An explanation escapes you as you enter his office, taking a seat on the other side of his desk, a demure little smile on your face. He looks handsome as ever, wearing that white dress shirt with the black vest on top, his sleeves rolled up to reveal his forearms, your eyes drawn to the prominent veins that run along them. Your mouth goes dry and you cross your legs, the tiny bit of friction assuaging your desire for the time being. Professor Snow eyes you up and down, a smile playing on the corner of his lips as he hands you your paper.

“Well done. This is by far the best paper that I’ve ever graded.”

You beam at him, your fingers brushing against his as you grab the paper, sending an electric shock through you, your breath catching in your throat. And then, he moves to intertwine his fingers with your own, his gaze heavy with lust as he stares at you. You swallow thickly, the essay falling from your hand onto his desk. You watch as he beckons you over to his side, urging you to take a seat on his lap. Your stomach stirs with anticipation as you do what he asks, walking on shaky legs toward him, allowing him to grab you by the thighs to straddle his lap.

“You’ve been such a good girl for me this semester,” he murmurs, gripping your chin between his thumb and forefinger, “Taking all my criticism. Learning from me. I’m proud of you, baby.”

The pet name and praise make you whimper softly, your hips grinding against him, his cock hard in his pants, pressing against the fabric of your underwear. Professor Snow chuckles at your desperation, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, cooing.

“Aw, my little girl likes it when I praise her, doesn’t she?” 

You nod shyly, averting your gaze, “Yes.”

“Yes, who?”

You meet his eyes, biting your lip as you whisper, “Yes, Professor.”

A dark smile crosses his lips as he moves to grope at the flesh of your ass, kneading it between his palms, groaning as you continue grinding yourself against him. He watches the subtle bounce of your tits, the way they strain against your shirt, moving to undo another button of your shirt with his teeth, burying his face between your breasts, nipping at your soft flesh. You whine pathetically, giving him an almost injured look when he pushes you off of him for a moment, though your expression turns almost gleeful when he undoes his pants, pulling his cock out from his pants, and pulls you back to him.

“You’re so wet for me already,” Professor Snow murmurs, “Are you ready for me, little one?”

You nod eagerly, allowing him to lift your hips, guiding you down onto his cock, a throaty groan escaping his lips as he sheathes himself inside you. You’re not a virgin, but fuck, he’s the biggest you’ve ever been with. He fills you so fucking perfectly, the fat head of his cock rubbing against spots inside of you that you didn’t even realize existed. And he hasn’t even moved yet. Your lower lip trembles, eyes watering from the intensity of the moment, mewling his name as he begins to rut up against you.

“So fucking tight,” Professor Snow grunts as he holds your hips in place, using you as if you’re his little toy, eyes transfixed by your breasts bouncing in his face, “Fuck, you feel so good around me. Going to keep you with me forever, you know that? My sweet girl. You want that, don’t you? You want Daddy to take care of you?”

Daddy. The word makes your eyes go wide but you immediately nod, burying your face in his neck as his cock slams into you over and over, making you cry out his name, your thighs trembling as you get closer and closer to your peak. His breath is hot against your ear as he lands a heavy handed smack against your ass, demanding that you answer him, the sting feeling oddly pleasurable to the point that you think you want him to do it again.

“Yes, Daddy,” you whimper, “Need you to take care of me, please.”

“You’re mine now,” he rasps, increasing his speed, hips slapping against yours over and over, “All. Fucking. Mine.”

Before you can ask him if he’s going to pull out, before you can even think, you reach your peak, your orgasm hitting you harder than it ever has before, stars shooting behind your eyes as he fucks you through it, cumming deep inside you only moments later with a low growl of your name.

After a few moments, you slowly move off of him, allowing him to take the lead and fix your shirt and skirt, though he gives you a cheeky wink and grabs your panties, placing them in the drawer of his desk.

“For when I can’t have you.”

You smile at him bashfully, kissing him back when his lips meet yours, not quite realizing that the trajectory of your life has now been changed forever.

please stay

cho hyun ju x f!reader

:this post made by @jxynotfound

warnings: angst/comfort, use of y/n

word count: 1.1k

hyun ju’s apartment feels too big now that the others have left. 

the air hangs heavy with unsaid words and the tension that coils tighter every time you and hyun ju are in the same room. you look over at her, sitting at the edge of the couch, her gaze fixed on a glass of water she hasn’t touched. 

she’s avoiding you again…like she has been for weeks. 

your heart twists. you can’t ignore it anymore.  

she thinks she’s subtle, but you notice everything about hyun ju. the way her eyes flick to you for just a second too long when she thinks you aren’t looking. the way her laugh is quieter when you’re around, like she’s holding something back. 

you’d give anything to know what’s going on in her mind, to understand why she’s been keeping her distance. 

it hurts more than you want to admit.  

no matter how much attention you get from everyone else…the stolen glances, the lingering stares, the compliments whispered under breaths…it’s hers you crave. 

lately, it feels like you’re invisible to her.  

you don’t understand it. you’ve always been told you’re beautiful, practically since you were old enough to understand the word. your friends joke that you look like you stepped out of a magazine, your outfits always effortlessly chic, your makeup flawless. 

even when you’re dressed casually, there’s something about you that draws people in. boys, girls…everyone seems to want you.  

none of it matters if hyun ju doesn’t.  

you stayed behind tonight for her. you stayed because the ache in your chest is too much to bear, because you can’t take the way she looks right through you anymore.  

you sit down beside her on the couch, your movements soft, deliberate. 

“hyun ju,” you say, your voice quiet but steady. 

“is everything okay?”

she startles slightly, like she hadn’t expected you to stay. her grip on the glass tightens, and she doesn’t look at you. 

“yeah,” she says after a beat, her tone unconvincing. 

“why?” 

you tilt your head, your eyes fixed on her. you’ve never been one to back down from the truth, and you won’t start now. 

“because you’ve been avoiding me,” you say bluntly. 

hyun’s eyes widen, but she quickly looks away, her expression guarded. 

“i haven’t,” she says, but the words sound hollow. 

“you have,” you counter, your tone firm but not harsh. 

“and i don’t get it. did i do something wrong? did i upset you?” 

the older woman’s jaw tightens, and for a moment, she doesn’t respond. then, she sets the glass down with a quiet clink and leans back, exhaling slowly. 

“it’s not you,” she murmurs, her voice so quiet you almost miss it. 

“then what is it?” you press, leaning closer. the scent of her shampoo reaches you.. soft, familiar, floral, comforting..and it only makes your heart ache more. 

“hyun ju, please. please talk to me.” 

she finally looks at you, and the vulnerability in her eyes catches you off guard. 

“it’s complicated,” she says, her voice trembling slightly. 

you can’t hold back anymore. weeks of frustration and longing spill out all at once. 

“why can’t you want me like the other boys and girls do?” your voice cracks, your hands twisting together in your lap. 

“they stare at me while i stare at you.”  

hyun ju’s head snaps toward you, her wide eyes locking with yours. the shock on her face is unmistakable, but beneath it, there’s something else…

“y/n,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper. 

“what are you saying?”  

“i’m saying i want you,” you admit, your voice trembling with the weight of the confession. 

“i dress up for you, hyun ju. every outfit, every little detail…it’s all for you to notice. i don’t care about the stares or the compliments from anyone else. i just want you to notice me, to look at me the way i look at you.” 

hyun ju’s lips part, but no words come out. she looks at you like you’ve just told her the most unbelievable thing in the world. 

“do you know how much it hurts?” you continue, your voice breaking. 

“everyone else wants me, but i don’t care. i don’t care about any of them. i only care about you, hyun ju.” 

hyun’s hands tremble in her lap, and for a moment, she looks like she might cry. 

“sweetheart,” she whispers. 

“i didn’t think... i didn’t think you’d ever feel that way about me.” 

your heart aches at the way she says it, like it’s impossible for her to believe. 

“why wouldn’t i?” you ask, your voice soft but insistent. 

“you’re beautiful, hyunnie. you’re kind, strong, and smart, and you make me feel things no one else ever has. i’ve been trying so hard to get your attention, and you keep pushing me away.” 

you continued, "I asked myself, why can't hyun want me like all of the other boys and girls do? they all stare at me while at stare at you.."

hyun shakes her head, tears welling in her eyes. “i wasn’t trying to push you away,” she says, her voice breaking. 

“i just... i didn’t think i was enough for you. you’re—” she gestures helplessly at you, her words faltering. 

“you’re beautiful, y/n. you’re perfect.. and me... i just didn’t think i could ever measure up to your level of beauty. i thought you’d never see me that way.” 

you reach for her hand, your fingers brushing against hers. 

“you’re everything to me, hyun ju,” you say, your voice steady despite the tears in your eyes. 

you reach down in front of the couch, taking your hands with hyun ju’s on her lap as tears come from her eyes now too. 

“don’t you see that? i don’t want anyone else. i want you.” 

hyun’s breath hitches, and then she’s pulling you into her arms, holding you like she’s afraid you’ll disappear. 

“i’ve wanted you this whole time, since we were introduced,” she admits, her voice muffled against your shoulder. 

“but i was scared. scared that if i let myself hope, i’d ruin everything.” 

you pull back just enough to look at her, your hands cupping her face. “you’re not ruining anything,” you say, your voice firm. 

“you make me happy, hyun ju. you make me feel seen in a way no one else ever has. don’t you see how much you mean to me?” 

tears spill over from the both of you, but she’s smiling now, a soft, radiant smile that takes your breath away. 

“i see it now,” she whispers. 

“and i’m so sorry for making you feel like i didn’t care. i care, y/n. i care so much.” 

you lean your head against her shoulder, the warmth of her presence soothing the ache that had been building in your chest. 

“i wish you knew how beautiful you really are, hyunnie,” you murmur. 

she holds you tighter, her heart feeling warm for the first time in so long. 

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Cat Mug (A Reason to Live)

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Pairing(s): Cha Hyun-su x GN!Reader Summary: When Hyun-su first arrived at Green Home, the only plan he had for life was to end his. He never would have thought his plan to end his life caused by the lack of any reason to continue living would lead to him finding one. Warnings: Slight season 1 spoilers, self-harm (both the reader and Hyun-su), suicide ideation, smoking (weed), illegal smuggling of contraband (weed), and comfort. Word Count: 2,728 Extra Notes: Cannabis is highly illegal in Korea. This is set in an AU with no apocalypse/monsterization.

When Hyun-su first arrived at Green Home, the only plan he had for life was to end his. 

It was a few weeks into living there that he came to the terrifying realization when the blade of the weed chopper flew inches from his face. He didn’t actually want to die, he had just lost all of his reasons to live. 

Most of his days were spent inside his apartment, testing different video games for companies until his eyes dried up to the point of tears and his head throbbed in pain. The pain was a welcome distraction that helped keep his thoughts averted away from the disaster that was his life. He didn’t even have a cover or bed stand for his twin-sized mattress. It lay on the floor of his small living space, placed directly under the windows so he could watch the stars right before he fell asleep.

The stars were his only solace in this wretched world that took everything from him. Everything was gone because he offered a few quarters to a boy in high school that he tried to make friends with. At first, he blamed all the unfair treatment that he was subjected to on anything and everything around him, but after a while, he started to think it was his fault.

Maybe he was being cocky when he offered Do-hun those coins.

Maybe he was worthy of the bullying he put him through.

Maybe he deserved the way his parents blamed him for being bullied.

Maybe he earned the way his sister was embarrassed to be related to him. 

The more those thoughts circled in his mind, the more he started to actually believe them. The more he started to believe them, the more he started to hate himself for everything.

His life was on a steep slope leading to a pit of despair until he met you. 

It was around 6 p.m. on Friday, August 21 of 2020.

For you, that meant you were heading back from the grocery store after stacking up on your food for the next week.

For Hyun-su, at least on this specific Friday, it meant he was heading back from testing a game for the video game production company Syx Arus. He wasn’t in the best mood. The game was a total bust; glitches around every corner, the gun wouldn’t shoot for the majority of the time he tested it, and he ended up getting paid half of what he was promised because of his feedback being ‘too blunt and disrespectful.’

He was walking through the hallway toward his apartment with his earbuds in and his head down. His hands were stuck in his pockets as he tried to focus on how the loud music hurt his ears and not the frustration building inside him. Because his attention was directed elsewhere, he completely missed seeing you as you stood in front of your apartment door. You had been shifting the grocery bags in your hands around so you could have a free hand to unlock and open the door but let out a gasp as you felt a tall figure bump into you, sending the bag full of a carton of eggs and a loaf of bread onto the floor. You let out a wince as you heard a crunch, positive that at least a few eggs were broken. 

“Holy shit, I’m so sorry!” You heard from behind you, turning around to see a boy. He was tall, and his hair was a dark brown, almost black, unkempt mess on his head. He yanked the earbuds once residing in his ears out and you could hear the loud music blasting out of them before he paused it on his phone. 

“Don’t worry about it,” you reassured him before your lips curved into a slightly teasing smirk. “You just cleared a hand up for me. I should be thanking you,” you let out a little laugh as you finally had a free hand to slip your key into the lock of your apartment door before turning it until you heard that familiar, satisfying click, signaling the door being unlocked. 

 Just as you pushed the door open, he spoke again. “Do you need any help?”

You smiled at him over your shoulder. “Sure, could you just grab that bag?” You gestured with your head to the bag on the floor holding your broken eggs and dented bread and he gave an enthusiastic and adorably determined nod as he used one hand to hold the door open for you and the other to pick up the bag. You walked in, quickly setting your groceries down on the small dining table you had just outside of your cramped kitchen. You turned to the boy and took the bag from his hand, walking to the sink as you took the carton apart to inspect the damage. To your surprise, there wasn’t much. Only a few eggs were broken, and although you would need to put them into a different carton because the broken eggs had spilled onto this one, you still wouldn’t need to make a second trip to get more eggs. 

You turned to peek over your shoulder and saw the boy standing awkwardly outside the door to your kitchen, rocking back and forth on his heels as he looked at the miscellaneous decorations you had hanging on the walls. You breathed out a small laugh before walking to your pantry. Without turning back to look at him, you asked, “Do you like tea?”

“What?” He asked, not expecting the change from silence to a soft-spoken conversation.

“Do you like tea?” You repeated, finally turning back to look at him, two boxes of different tea flavors in your hands. “Or are you more of a coffee drinker?”

“Oh,” he replied, looking kind of stunned by your question. “Tea is fine.”

You gave him a smile at his soft-spoken words. Although this was the first time you had ever seen, let alone spoken to, the boy, you could tell he was not much of a talker or an expressive person. Setting the boxes of tea on the counter, you took out your kettle and started filling it with water before setting it on the stove with the fire turned on high. As it started to boil, you took out two mugs and placed them down on your kitchen’s bar counter where two bar stools were stationed on the other side. You gestured to one of them after setting the mugs down in their respective places and he hesitantly sat down. 

“So,” you asked as you walked back over to where you set down the tea boxes, picking them up and bringing them back over to him, hiding them behind your back for dramatic effect. “Lemon and ginger,” you pulled one box out from behind your back before quickly realizing it was the wrong box and frantically trying to switch the boxes before he could see the other flavor, an action that caused his lips to twitch in a slight smile for a moment before disappearing again. “Or spiced chai?”

“I’ll do the chai,” he decided and you nodded with a smile. 

“Good choice.”

You placed a spicy chai tea bag into his cup - a mug with a cheesy meme of a cat wearing a ski mask sitting on top of a burger on the front saying “cat burger-lar” - and placed your choice of tea in your mug - a plain white mug that said “World’s Best Grandpa” on the front. 

Waiting for the water to boil, you reached your hand across the counter to him in greeting. After introducing yourself, you asked, “I haven’t seen you around before, are you the kid who just moved into 1410?”

He nodded his head as he took your hand. “Yeah, I moved in a few weeks ago. I’m Cha Hyun-su.”

“Well I apologize for not bringing some cookies over sooner, Hyun-su,” you told him with a teasing lilt in your voice. Your eyes fluttered down to where his hand sat in yours and you did an almost imperceptible double take when you saw the scars littering his forearm beneath his black hoodie sleeve. When he noticed you saw them, he gently took his hand out of yours and tugged his sleeve down before standing up. 

“Thank you for the tea, but I should be going now,” he told you abruptly but politely and turned towards your door, intending on leaving as fast as he could, not wanting your pity or anything of the like. 

“Wait!” You called out after him and he turned just to see you quickly pouring some of the, now boiling, water into what was going to be his cup, running over to him, and giving it to him. When he looked shocked and confused, you gave him a lopsided smile. “You thanked me for the tea but you never even got to drink any.”

He looked back and forth between the mug in his hand, warming his palm through the ceramic wall, and your eyes, warming his heart with your soft gaze. He didn’t see any pity, just understanding. It was strange and he couldn’t possibly understand how you could feel his pain. 

“This is your mug,” he stated bluntly and held the mug back out to you but you just gently pushed it back towards him.

“Take it. You can give it to me next time,” you promised.

Next time.

Your words bounced around in his mind, banging off the walls of his brain until they settled and he gave you a slight nod. You walked him out the door, waving him off as he walked down the hall towards his door. 

Next time.

It was now Tuesday, August 25 of 2020, and you hadn’t seen Hyun-su since your first meeting. You were a little worried you had scared him off with your possibly too forward advances and how you’d seen his scars but decided to focus on the positive and just thought that he probably had a life of his own so he wouldn’t be roaming through the halls every day, waiting to bump into you and break your eggs again just to talk to you. 

Although you kind of wish he would.

It was 7:06 p.m. when you walked up the stairs of Green Home, sunset. You intended on heading to the roof and smoking for a bit so you would have less of a chance of being caught by anyone. As you used your shoulder to push open the doors leading to the roof, you saw the boy you’d been waiting to see for the past week standing on the edge. You let out a sigh and leaned against the wall.

“Kind of a lame way to die, is it not?” You called out to him and he flinched at your voice. Your eyes widened as he leaned farther toward the edge for a moment before regaining his balance and looking back at you. You sighed once again before giving him a sad smile. Popping yourself off the wall, you gestured for him to follow you as you walked around the entrance of the door to the stack of boxes leading to the roof of it. Hopping up, you turned around to hold a hand out for Hyun-su to grab as he followed you up. You turned back around to settle yourself down on the edge of the small box housing the exit to the stairs and dug around in your bag as Hyun-su settled down next to you. Letting out a little cry of success as you found what you were looking for, you pulled out the small mint box you used for storing your blunts. It was relatively safe and if anyone ever asked for a mint you could always just pretend to be really protective over them. That way you were just an asshole, not a criminal. 

As you pulled out your lighter and held the blunt up to your lips, you noticed Hyun-su staring at you. You tilted your head to look at him and held the blunt out for him to take. “Want some?” 

He shook his head, looking down at his lap. “I don’t smoke cigarettes.”

You gave a small laugh at his ignorance as you lifted it back to your lips. “It’s weed actually.”

His head snapped towards you comically and you laughed more, interrupting yourself again as you tried to light the spliff. “Wait, but… isn’t that illegal?”

You gave a small shrug as you finally lit the edge of the blunt and took a hit before replying. “It is. Why, are you gonna tell on me?” You leaned over slightly to bump him with your shoulder as you teased him and he vehemently shook his head no. 

“No, I just… I never would’ve thought you’d be the type of person to smoke marijuana. Kind of surprised me.”

You let out a hum of acknowledgment. “Well, I wasn’t originally from Korea, I lived in the States for most of my life until I moved here when I first turned 18. This is the last I have of the stuff I bought with me. Took a hell of a lot of work to sneak it past border control.”

He looked at you in a type of awe that made your lips tilt up in amusement. You would’ve never thought someone would look at you like that after you told them about how you illegally smuggled marijuana into a country that made it highly illegal. The slight movement of him tugging his hoodie sleeves over his hands caused you to release a breath of air before you directed your attention to where you were given a beautiful view of the sunset right from your spot on top of the building. 

He watched you as you took a hit from the blunt and released the smoke from between your lips. At that moment, he couldn’t think of anyone more beautiful than how you looked with the sun reflecting its last golden rays on your face. And to think, he would’ve missed this if he had taken that step forward just a second before you arrived behind him. “I was in a plane crash when I was 12,” you told him and his eyes widened in surprise. “It was… bad. There was a lot of fire and chaos just everywhere,” you glanced at him nervously and looked away when you saw him watching you intensely. You focused your attention on stubbing out your blunt on the rough concrete you sat on, no longer in the mood for a quick high. “Both my parents were on the flight with me, and yet - by some miracle doctors still haven’t found an explanation for,” you rolled your eyes in frustration at the thought. “I was the only one to live out of us. Most people on the plane ended up passing away with only a few coming out alive.”

Hyun-su wanted so desperately to grab your hand and comfort you but he couldn’t bring himself to lift his hand off his thigh. 

“For the longest time,” you said as you fiddled with your sleeve, rolling it up for him to see. “I hated myself for being alive when they weren’t.”

When you finally had your sleeve rolled up, he could clearly see the physical evidence of your guilt and pain. When he looked back up at you, he was met with your eyes looking back at him with that same look of understanding hiding within the lines of your pupils. 

Maybe you did understand.

“I know what it’s like to hate yourself and to want to take the pain away, but I promise you,” you reached out to grab his hand and squeezed it reassuringly, doing what he couldn’t all those moments ago. “It does get better.”

When you smiled at him, he couldn’t help but give a smile back, his lips tilting up to show his appreciation for you and your words. “Thank you.”

You shook your head, not letting go as you returned your gaze to the setting sun, the stars taking its place in the palace of the deep abyss in the sky. “Don’t thank me, just live.”

Maybe he did have a reason to live after all.

This is so cute stop😭😭

Pure as the Driven Snow || Tom Blyth x Singer!reader

Summary: You surprise Tom as you sing Pure as the Driven Snow at a concert that he watches.

You’ve had the idea for quite a while now after watching the new Hunger Games with Tom. Rachel even thought it was a great idea as you practiced the song with her without Tom knowing.

You were at a concert in London, Tom slightly to the side of the crowd as he watches you like the supportive boyfriend he is. The crowd screamed the second you stepped on stage as you performed your songs with them, Tom singing along as he takes videos and photos of you.

Just as everyone thought the concert was going to end, Tom included, you speak up. “I have a little surprise for everyone,” You smile as you hear cheers, “I’m going to sing one final song,” You say as you grab your guitar.

You look directly at Tom as you start playing the tunes to the song as the crowd erupts in screams, immediately recognising the tune you were playing. Tom stood there stunned.

“Everyone’s born as clean as a whistle,” You sing into the mic as you close your eyes, really feeling the music. Tom’s eyes never left you. He watched with a smile during the entirety of the song as he couldn’t help but feel like the luckiest man in the world.

“I’ve taken some hits, so no wonder I’m wary, It’s why, I need you,” You direct your gaze at Tom who looks at you with so much love in his eyes. Fans catch the interactions between the two lovers as they record it and take photos, going absolutely crazy. “You’re as pure as the driven snow,”

Tom takes a moment to feel his cheeks, they were hot as he smiles like a silly man at you. He had no idea that you were going to sing this at all. “This world goes blind when children are dying, I turn into dust but you never stop trying,”

You were an incredibly talented singer, everyone knew that. Your voice was perfection, perfect for this song as if it was made for you to sing. Your singing entranced everyone in the crowd, including Tom. “It’s why, I love you,” You once again direct your entire body towards Tom. “you’re as pure as the driven snow,”

You couldn’t help but slightly let out a laugh as you sing when Tom blows kisses at you. Fans caught this on camera as they screamed, finding the two of you so wholesome. The moment you finish the song, Tom wastes no time on running up on stage and sweeping you up from your feet, you giggle in pure bliss.

“I loved it,” He says in your ear over the loudness of the crowd. “I love you,” You take either side of his face in your hands as you stare at each other before he kisses you deeply. You almost got carried away until you remembered you had a crowd of hundreds watching the both of you.

~

“Tom, everyone knows how your girlfriend, Y/n Abrams sang one of the songs from the movie, Pure as the Driven Snow was it? At her latest concert, can you tell us a little more about it?” Tom rubs his jawline as a smile makes it to his face, the memory of you singing that song to him still fresh on his mind.

“Yes uh well first of all, caught me by surprise that’s for sure,” He chuckles. “I’m a lucky man, she made me fall even more in love with her if that is even possible,” He admits as the interviewer smiles at him.

“Made you fall in love with me even more?” Was the first thing you say when Tom picks up the call. You hear silence on the other end before you hear his laugh, making you smile. “It’s true what I said darling,” Tom huskily says as you play with the ring he gave you on your finger.

“When are you coming back home, I miss you,” Tom could hear the pout through your voice as he chuckles. “On my way home right now, sweetheart.”