#snow flavoured

[comedylols]

"the bastard's crying innit"

[mitsuki91]

Will you hate me if I tell you that I am once again in the Coriolanus/Katniss brainrot? 🥲👉🏻👈🏻

[sidesteppostinghours]

I raise you to: Chen knows where they came from and could have stopped it but made a mistake resulting in said scars

hey what if i start shaking you Right Now

[merrymorningofmay]

this is my voltron past speaking but To Me a character doesn't count as anyone's "parent figure" unless 1. younger character A relies on older character B for survival, and/or, more importantly, 2. older character B is expected to punish younger character A for disobeying. e.g. lestat is a parent figure to claudia, reigen is not a parent figure to mob, and such. you feel me

[nerajaana]

ARYA STARK VALENTINE’S DAY CHALLENGE

|| Day Three: Headcanon ||

306 A.C- Prince Aegon, son of the disinherited Hand of the King Rhaegar chose to marry not his sister but his half brother Jon Waters and his lady cousin, the she wolf of Winterfell, Arya Stark who’s said to resemble her aunt Lyanna Stark to an uncanny degree leaving the Seven Kingdoms shocked beyond measure.

[soft-serve-soymilk]

I feel the problem with texts like The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night Time, Sunset Boulevard, and The Memory Police is that my analysis feels too off-the-wall compared to what they want us to regurgitate ._.

[six-of-ravens]

spent nearly 8 solid hours doing SEO today but at least I am home now and I can eat pizza pops and play stardew valley.

[mythvoiced]

❛ you’ll beg for more. ❜ / for karube . heh .

@wellfell | darker vibes

Isn't that part of the issue?

Karube's arms are straining. He can feel the tension rip at his tendons, there are muscles he hardly ever uses, and if he does, quick and fast and bloody, and then as fast a run out of the area. He's a fighter... but he isn't stupid.

He doesn't stick around to put his head into the lion's mouth.

Except that Mori Akina is as much a lioness as Karube Daikichi is fucking stupid.

He should be the one in charge here, right? Technically. Ideally. He's taller than her, what she has on him in age, he has in height. She might bite fiercer, but biology made him stronger. If she tried to slice his throat, would he hold still?

Arms strained.

Palms pressed onto the wall behind her.

She's trapped.

She's trapped.

She's not.

With his forehead dipped into the crook of her neck because he couldn't bear maintaining eye contact any longer, with the truth of her words lingering between them like the after-taste of a forbidden kiss, he's blocking her way solely because the universe, god, her, one and the same thing anyway, are allowing him a breadcrumb of retribution while being served as her meal.

His arms strain.

So he lets them fall.

Moves closer, breathes her into himself, the warmth of her skin, her body heat and the softness of her hair as he all but pushes his face into it. He imagines if her pulse would have a taste rather than its presence meekly announced by a touch, or the way he can sometimes see it because he spends so much, too much time staring, waiting, hoping.

Hoping that she turns to look back at him.

Hoping that she won't.

He so often wonders what she'd taste like. If getting to try her once would save him... or doom him the rest of the way.

He leans back just enough to grab her face, and she's... she's not even all that small. But she feels small, as small as a needle coated in poison, in his hands. Maybe because his hands look weird. Maybe because if he can pretend she looks small, he doesn't feel as small.

One taste and-

'You'll beg for more'.

"I'll beg right now."

[thecoolestfreakyouknow]

Not going to lie. New hunger games film was really good

[monty-glasses-roxy]

It’s just occurred to me that Roxy is a timber wolf looking wolf in a canyony-dessert themed area. Buddy, a timber wolf would die in that kind of climate

[heiressofdoodles]

ALL MY COLLEGE PROJECTS ARE DONE!!!

FINALLY I CAN RETURN TO BEING CRINGE!!!

[ujustwaitsunshine]

so glad they warned me

[zzznmui]

Birthday Cakes!!!

[nonbinary-androids]

EGGNOG FINALLY AVAILABLE AT GROCERY STORES. PEACE AND LOVE

[earthly-ali3n]

i know we all say it as a joke (kind of) but i recently washed my water bottle for the first time since [loud train rushes by] [cars honking] [loud crashing and scraping of metal] [cat screeching] and it really did lose its flavour :(

[targaryenluvs]

— ALL GROWN UP

pairings: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

summary: you were always tigris's annoying rich friend to coriolanus, but once he returns from 12 you seem to be irresistible, not only to him.

warnings: normal coryo in all honesty, jealousy, flirting, p in v, oral (m), choking, kinda subby coryo - for a bit, time gap he spent a year in 12 (i got lazy this is short and basically just porn with slight plot)

a/n: hehehehe first fic of 2024 kiddos besides the klaus one!

your laughter was the last thing coriolanus wanted to hear, ever. it was still annoying when he was here, and it was still once he returned.

"there's no way!" tigris giggled a loud as you joined in.

"tigris?" he called out to her, waiting. "coryo!" tigris yelled as she ran to him, his arms open for her. "it's so good to see you, you’ve been so busy." you laughed, "your hair, it's worse in person." would you shut up? who were you to interrupt a family-

your night dress was black, short, barely below your crotch. lace details, messy hair, you were nothing short a of a dream, and it was messing with his head. he was so use to hating you, your stupid gorgeous face and here he was, dumbstruck. “y/n?” you nodded with a sweet smile, “how are you coriolanus?”

he sighed, “exhausted, between the university and dr gaul, it seems i’m stretched thin these days.” you nodded along, “it seems you’re well on your way to success.” he inhaled, not use to your kind words, “thank you.”

apparently you were staying with the snow’s for a week or so, much to coriolanus’s elation. surprisingly, in the time he’d been away you’d become, tolerable. it sure as hell had nothing to do with the sway in your walk, your sweet eyes looking up at him and your new found confidence, no he just felt nice.

he was itching to get a taste.

he’d seen you out and about, talking with almost all the people around. a kind smile aimed at quite literally everyone. almost every guy in the restaurant seemed to know you, and he couldn’t help but feel annoyed.

didn’t they know you came for lunch with him?

shouldn’t they know better?

you weren’t his, yet.

it was late at night, you needed something to drink.

grandma’ams tea isn’t exactly the most refreshing. you were in the midst of scouring the kitchen for a teabag of actual flavour when you’d heard him behind you.

“looking for this?” he held the jar in his hands, “actually, yes.” you walked over to grab it and he only held it higher, “coryo, please.” he grinned, “coryo huh?” you placed your hands on your hips, annoyed, “yes, now if you don’t mind.” the jar clattered on the counter and you quickly swiped it away. “would you like some?”

in the reflection of the glass cabinet, you saw him shake his head, “i’m in the mood for something else.” you giggled at his vagueness, “oh? and what might that be mr snow?” his smirk was all you needed to know what he was hinting at. “you’re playing a dangerous game here coryo,” he feigned confusion, “am i now?” you smiled, “yes you are.” he was behind you now, breath heavy and hot on your shoulder, “i might be, question is, are you willing to play?”

his lips were on your neck, light as ever, open mouthed kisses all the way up to your cheek. “cory” he gathered your hair, swinging it over your shoulder, “cory? that’s new.” you smiled, “i know. i’m going to take a shower, wanna join? to conserve water of course.” as if they need to, they had more than enough money now.

“to conserve, of course.”

the hot water rose steam, surrounding you as coryo watched from outside. the fog covered up all the parts he wanted to see, and his night pants seemed smaller. soap running all over you, soft hands trailing down. “i think you’ll get a much better view from in here.”

he ripped his clothes off, practically stumbling around in the soft glow of the guest room lamp. he’d been waiting for so long. ten minutes. his hands massaged your scalp, washing it off remaining shampoo and conditioner. ridding your body of any soap, your shoulders, your stomach, your thighs.

and soon enough he pressed you against the wall, imprints of hands staining the glass. you were both unbearably needy, messy kisses and desperate touches. you revelled in his grasp, you felt as if your skin was on fire. “y/n, please.” he whined. you giggled at his begging, “please what coryo?” you stroked his dick as he groaned out, “suck me off. now.” you laughed at his words, “pretty bossy for someone who was whining like a little bitch two seconds ago.” he was about to protest but your warm mouth on him seemed to shut up all forms of protest.

“oh god.” he leaned his head back on the wall as you dug your nails into the back of his thighs. the water pouring down on the two of you made coryo glisten, his abs looking especially sweet. droplets of water fell down from his hair onto you.

as if you weren’t enough the view of you on your knees, your tuts on display was more than enough for him to explode down your throat. “fuck, when did you learn to do this slut? you been practicing f’me?” his attempt at regaining control had you suppressing your laughter.

but his hand in your hair tugging you to your feet, crazy eyes and a very attractive smirk? “only for you cory.” you wrapped your arms around his neck and gently kissed him, “all for me.”

“please, cory. i need you.” you leaned your head against his as he directed his cock to entrance, teasing you. “you want it?” you nodded your head vehemently, “god just please, fuck me.” he kissed your cheek before pushing in, “anything you say baby.” you moaned out at the feeling of him in you, filling you to the brim. you felt unbearably hot, between the running water and coryo rutting into you it felt like heaven.

you can feel the wetness dripping down your thigh, mixing in with the water, “messy girl, aren’t you?” your hands dug into his shoulders almost painfully, “jump up.” wrapping your legs around of his waist, his hands cupped your ass. his pace is unbelievably brutal, “such a bitch to me, making me look weak.”

you shook your head, “didn’t mean to, didn’t mean to i swear.” you mewl, hot tears streaming down your cheeks, as coryo lets out throaty groans.

“stop crying.”

“i can’t, you feel so good!”

“stop crying or i’m not gonna let you cum.” his hand tightened around your throat, cutting off your airway. the dizziness paired with his thrusts inside of you was absolutely delicious. he let up only to mark you before returning to it.

“not yet," his grip around your throat tightened as coryo continued thrusted into you, obviously chasing his own high. "you'll cum when i do.” please cum. you thought, please please please.

his hips slowed down as he groaned, “fuck, all for me yeah? all grown up, aren’t you baby?” your nails marked up his back as he grunted, the hot water seemed to make the fresh marks hurt all the more. coriolanus loved the stinging, almost as much as he loved your cunt.

“cum, cum for me.” you weren’t sure if your release came before or after, but all you felt was unwavering pleasure and relief. you rested your head in the crook of his neck, you were so exhausted. “you did good, so good y/n.” coryo praised you as he pressed kisses to your forehead.

“let’s get you cleaned up yeah?”