hey i’m delaney! twenty. leo. intj. lana girl. punctuation horror. avid reader. evajacks lovebot! has an unhealthy obsession with blonde men.
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no but i’m kinda obsessed with the idea that you have this bad, inconvenient habit of making jack late to work :( (only occasionally!!)
he’s always about to leave just as you get needy and the innocent goodbye kiss he tries to give you ends up with your hands slipping under his shirt, your thigh hitched up around his waist and him grumbling into your mouth ‘i gotta go, baby.’
he knows what you’re upto most of the time but he can’t resist lifting you onto whatever’s closest - the bed, the kitchen counter, the couch - and giving you what you want!! jack is truly wrapped around your finger and when you start begging for him he’s a goner.
he’s so quick to drop to his knees and pull your panties to the side so he can get a taste of you, telling you how much he’s gonna miss you and how sweet you are for him. once you’ve come he really does try to pull away but the sight of your pretty pussy all ready for him?? he can’t.
nevermind the fact that you’re all over him, grinding your hips up against him and making these needy little sounds in his ear. ‘gonna give you what you want, doll,’ he’d sigh against your neck as he lined himself up. ‘but it’ll have to be quick.’
and even when you’re blissfully fucked out on his cock and over sensitive - barely being able to stay still or form a coherent thought you can still clutch onto him for dear life and beg him for just one more minute :(
parallel lines /ˈpærəlel ˈlaɪnz/ — two lines in the same plane that are at equal distance from each other and never meet
example: These parallel lines will never converge.
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i barely see gentle anakin skywalker… so… i am introducing it to y’all! rots anakin (lord have mercy) ❥ (+18)
anakin skywalker is unpredictable, in more ways than one—always leaving your breath caught in your chest.
he was rough in his voice, he had a strong sense of force. you knew that, he stood tall and confident… been through the darkest of days, the darkness of his life. he was cold because of that, never quite letting anyone in as much as he did with obi-wan. but you were different, and he knew that from the beginning. when you were sitting across from him in the jedi council, being only two years younger than him—the second youngest person to hold a position on the council—he knew you were different. you were soft in all ways. your voice, gentle. your eyes so sweet and smile just as warm when looking at everyone. including him.
you were the one that was there to arrest chancellor palpatine when anakin was at his lowest, fighting the dark side, slowly succumbing to the manipulation. you were there to give him a voice, allowing him to use it when the council fought so hard to refuse. he was head over heels, always around you. he smiled more, spoke up more—joked around, even. and eventually, he was not afraid of you being a little too close, was not afraid of your touch burning his skin—he was not afraid of receiving true love, because he was no longer afraid of losing you like he had lost his mother.
he stood tall and strong, but he was no longer cold and dark. anakin conveyed this in many ways, more specifically when you were beneath him. with a hand on your hip, his other, robotic arm, rested up against your head, his elbow digging into the pillow to hold himself up—too afraid to put too much weight on you, so afraid to break you like fine china.
he’d go slow, so excruciatingly slow. you’d beg out quiet sobs. ‘ani, please… ani, you can go faster,’ and how he loved your sings of utter submission. kissing up your neck, breathing so heavily into your ear. he’d leave you shaking, tears prickling your eyes because anakin was gentle, treating you like the most vulnerable thing as he shielded you with his body, fucking you with such fervor. wasn’t afraid to moan, show you just how much he craved your entire being. you were his religion, the way you whimpered and cried against the ghost of his lips—and god, he loved your lips. loved seeing his thumb trace it, loved seeing his fingers push in, pull out, push in until you were drooling around them.
anakin talks you through it so well, knows what to say to get you clenching around him, eyelashes fluttering as he stares into your pretty doe eyes. cannot help it, he argues, the way your whole body floats and blushes and glows when he calls you a ‘pretty girl,’ when he’s telling you ‘god… fuck—you take it so well, good girl.’ you were irresistible. he did it even when he’d be doing all the work, turning you into a sweet puddle of mess. he’d tell you how good you were doing. he craved the reaction. the praise he gave you, it made him feel powerful.
he’d mumble heavy i love you’s into your thighs, exploring every crevice, mapping out every single detail of a body he wants to engrave behind his eyelids. loved the way your fingers would twitch and pull his hair when his tongue would have you soaring and hiccuping out the most divine sounds. you were an angel, he’d conclude, every time his lips wrapped around your sensitive bundle of nerves.
he cannot get enough you, he never will, and he conveys it in multiple ways. anakin skywalker is gentle.
young!politician!snow isn’t bothered by a little blood
cw: period smut
it becomes fairly normal fairly quickly for you to stay at coriolanus’ penthouse on the weekends, once you get closer. he likes waking up to you in his bed, especially on days that he can sleep in and keep you tucked right up against his body.
on this particular morning, he’s awoken by you crawling back under the covers and curling up into a ball, your back facing him. his eyes flutter open and he frowns a little; he doesn’t like that you’re turned away.
“darling?” he murmurs, voice raspy and low with sleep still. “is something wrong?”
you sigh and look at him over your shoulder, your entire lower body aching. you started your period this morning and the cramps were hitting you full-force at the moment. but you aren’t sure if you want to tell him that. his big blue eyes are sparkling with genuine concern, though, brows knitting together above them.
“i um…started my period. and i have pretty bad cramps right now,” you admit, averting your eyes. however, instead of being put off, coriolanus softly coos and reaches for you.
“oh, my poor girl,” he says softly, shifting closer to you to pull your back into his chest gently. his nose nuzzles against the spot behind your ear. “is there anything i can do for you?”
you hesitate and shake your head, not wanting to burden him but also not sure what all could be done. it was just a thing to deal with. coriolanus slides an arm around you, resting his hand below your belly button. the heat from his palm is immediately soothing and he can feel the way you relax slightly at the touch. he kisses the side of your neck and gently rubs your lower belly.
“you know,” he starts, smiling softly when you sigh in relief at the way his hand gently moves in a circle over the ache in your tummy. “i heard that orgasms might help with cramps.”
you pause and hesitate. he’s not serious…is he?
“coryo…”
“let me help you, sweet girl,” he purrs, fingertips just barely brushing the edge of your sleep shorts.
“but the blood—“
“i don’t mind it.”
his fingers dip just below the elastic now, still rubbing soothing circles into your skin. you can’t deny how nice his touch feels.
“it’ll stain…” you say, though you’re giving in and he knows it too. coriolanus pulls away for just a moment, quickly darting into the bathroom and returning with a towel. of course, it’s dark red. just like most of his linens are.
he taps your side softly and you raise your hips as he crawls back onto the bed, sliding the towel beneath you. his strong, lean body hovers over you and he smiles softly, dipping his head to catch your lips with his own. his mouth against yours is heaven, his kisses always more than enough to get you worked up and desperate for him.
coriolanus trails his hands down your sides until he finds your shorts again, hooking his fingers into them and pulling them off along with your panties in one swift movement. he doesn’t even seem to notice the pad in your underwear either, just tosses them aside for the moment. instinctively, your legs move to close quickly but his hand stops them. he presses one of your thighs open and breaks away from your kiss to brush his lips down your throat.
“gonna make you feel so much better, my darling,” he whispers, his fingers dipping between your legs. the blood doesn’t seem to phase him at all as he easily finds your clit, circling around it with the pad of his middle finger. you gasp softly, hips lifting into his touch.
“so sensitive,” he tuts, nipping at your skin. he toys with you for a moment longer before directly touching your clit. you can feel more than see his smirk when you moan sharply, your breath hitching. he circles it slowly, lifting his head to watch your face. his eyes stay on yours, his plush lip pulled between his teeth while he makes you tremble.
eventually, his fingers slip further down until he’s pressing two of them into you slowly. the blood only adds to the slickness, making it easy to take his fingers inside of you without much resistance. coryo’s eyelashes flutter and he lets out a soft moan at the feeling of you and it makes your tummy flip.
“so fucking slick,” he murmurs. he’s gentle, though, as he curls his fingers inside of you. normally, coriolanus is quite rough and fast. but right now, he’s taking his time. he seems to know exactly how sensitive you are right now.
you sigh his name softly, the heat pooling in you more and more with each stroke. his thumb finds your clit again and slides up and down in time with his fingers.
“hm?” he hums, kissing your cheek softly. “how’s it feel, my love? talk to me.”
“feels so— oh…it feels so good, coryo. please don’t stop,” you whine quietly, your hands finding purchase along his smooth back.
“my sweet, pretty girl,” he coos, nuzzling your nose with his. “i’m not gonna stop, i promise. gonna make you feel so much better,” he soothes. his free hand comes back to your belly, such a gentle caress to the sore muscles there. it adds to the pleasure tenfold.
his fingers remain slow and gently, but they curl inside of you perfectly and have you keening and arching your back. you’re so close already and your own fingers dig into the muscles below his shoulder blades.
“i’m gonna—“
“yes. that’s it, my love. cum for me, please? such a good girl, hm?”
his voice, still gravelly from only waking up 20 or so minutes ago, is the last straw before you snap. you gasp and shudder beneath him, the flood of your orgasm immediately relaxing the cramping in your lower abdomen as if a string there suddenly untangled and went lax. you squeeze down on his fingers and soak them, hearing him moan in response.
you had been so caught up in the pleasure and relief of coriolanus fucking you on his fingers that you hadn’t noticed the way he’d been grinding against the bed as well. as you came down from your high, you felt him rutting against the plushness of his pillowy mattress, watching as he pulled his hand from between your legs and stared at the mixture if slickness and blood coating them.
his eyes slowly lifted from his fingers to your own gaze, and he held your stare as he brought them to his mouth and dragged his tongue along them. time seemed to stop for a moment as you stared in awe, his hips jerking hard against the bed.
“oh fuck,” he growled, the taste of you sending him over the edge, completely untouched. it made a new kind of heat flare inside of you— one that you didn’t know existed. his body trembled for a moment as he spilled inside of his boxers, his eyes closing and his mouth parting into the prettiest “o” shape. coriolanus had just made himself cum from getting you off and tasting your blood.
“coryo,” you said softly, dragging your nails lightly down his back. his eyes fluttered open and he looked at you, a feral sort of lust simmering in them. he said nothing as he surged up, capturing your lips with his and pinning you down with his body. he wasn’t done with you yet.
and he wouldn’t be done with you for several more hours. it’s a good thing his housekeepers do laundry on sundays.
thinking about how young!coriolanus snow would be totally obsessed with you in every single aspect. he’d be watching you from the other side of the room if you can’t be together at that very moment. he’d be feeling jealous whenever you‘d talk to someone he sees as a challenge. no matter if it’s your friends or not, he‘ll feel jealous. you laughed with someone he doesn’t like? oh, baby. you can be sure you‘ll be covered in hickeys later that night, maybe it’s hard to walk the next day as well? everything is possible with coriolanus as your boyfriend. just be sure he‘d absolutely have a fucking grin on his face whenever he leaves his marks on you. visible for everyone else to see them. the indication that you are his and only his, everyone would know and be reminded again. you belong to him. he‘s the one who makes you feel things you‘ve never felt before. coriolanus would probably manipulate you into thinking no one else knows you as much as he does, probably not even yourself. that he‘d the one who was made for you and that no one else will ever be as good for you. only he is. and every time he thinks it‘s needed, he‘ll make sure to remind you of those things.
let‘s talk about young!coriolanus (or anything else) <3
coriolanus is so tear you apart by she wants revenge.
he's addicted to consuming you. it seems to be all that's on his mind. every time he sees you, it's like he's reminded of the things you could be doing.
instead of staring at each other from across the room he could be pining you to the bed.
instead of having small talk over a cup of mediocre tea he could be grabbing you by the hair as he forces you down his cock.
instead of being forced to listen to your classmates drone on and on about who knows what, he could be losing himself in the presses of your soft skin against his, something that feels so right to him.
he likes to imagine tearing you apart when he fucks you, doing so from the inside out. breaking you down to your wits end and until you're nothing but a shell of who you were when you started.
he's so shamelessly aggressive when he fucks you, it's almost downright primal some nights. but he can't imagine it any other way.
buzzcut!coryo being mean bossy and DIRTY and his dogtags slapping the readers face as he fuck her PLEASE I NEED THIS
fucking peacekeeper coryo! is always downright filthy. this is a man with tension, with frustration built up inside of him waiting to be let out and where does all that emotion go?? it fuels him when he’s fucking you, let’s it all out into that sweet little pussy of yours that grips him like a glove. half the time that’s the sole reason he seeks you out - he needs an outlet - and he’s barely even taking the time to prep you before he’s got you face down in whatever surface was closest.
when he does want to drag it out he’s a tease. sits back on his haunches and drags the fat head of his cock up and down your folds, letting it circle around your clit for a second before dipping back down, the tip sinking into you for just a moment before he’s bringing it back out. his favourite is slapping that swollen little nub until you’re jerking around like mad, likes the way the strings of your arousal cling to his cock. when you start to sob, teary eyes gazing up at him coryo just laughs. ‘think you can just turn on the tears and you’ll get what you want, huh?’ he’d tut, hand coming up to close around your throat. ‘my pretty little crybaby. such a whore she cries to get her pussy filled.’
blinking wearily and gone half mad with desperation, your hand would find his cock between your legs, hoping to urge him into you. ‘go on then, baby. let me in,’ coryo would sigh, ultimately giving you what you want - for now - and letting out a fuck when he does enter that wet heat of yours. ‘you’re soaked. such a wet fuckin’ pussy for me, yeah? touch yourself, go on, show me how bad you needed a cock in your cunt.’
‘gonna fuck you stupid,’ he’d say as he came over you, big hands coming down by your head. coryo likes you messy, likes the way your clammy skin sticks to his and how if he pulls back enough he can see the gleam that your pussy is leaving on his dick. seeing that always makes him pick up the pace, makes him bottom out with an extra harsh punch of his hips, abusing that sensitive spot inside of you that makes you blubber nonsense. it’s then that he’d stick his thumb in your mouth, letting you get it all wet before he takes it out, smearing your spit all down your chin.
‘what a messy little slut you are, doll.’ he’s breathing heavy, silver dog tags swinging by your face and something about that, something about seeing him lose some of his precious control has you clenching down on him. ‘you like that don’t you? watch it.’ pulling you into his chest with a rough grip on your nape, you’re forced to watch him bullying his way into you, coming back out with a damp squelching noise that makes your cheeks turn red. the metal of his chain feels cold against your cheek and it’s then that you realise coryos gaze is on that, on his dog tags on your skin.
he’s hasty to pull them off only to put them around your neck instead. his hand finds your throat again, shoving you deeper into the pillows. ‘you’re my girl, aren’t you? all mine and this is my pussy.’ the words are exaggerated with a slow rut of his hips into your spot, a harsh bite to your collarbone. you’d repeat it all back to him, probably too half gone to realise what you’ve said, so desperate to cum. ‘exactly, doll. you’re all for me, no one else. so be a good girl and cum on my cock. show me i’m yours as much as you’re mine.’
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hey i’m delaney! twenty. leo. intj. lana girl. punctuation horror. avid reader. evajacks lovebot! has an unhealthy obsession with blonde men.
here is where i post my little drabbles for the characters i love! mdni. a lot of what i post is 18+ and potentially dark so please keep that in mind. here you can find the most recent things i’ve posted!
requests: open asks: open dms: open
exclusively writing for coriolanus snow & finnick odair.
You weren't the brightest in the world. Heck, you had a record of failing courses in the prestigious university Coriolanus was studying at.
What still kept you enrolled were your fake promises, crocodile tears, and daddy's good, old money. It was no surprise despite your never being unruly towards him, Coriolanus Snow hated you on principle.
So when you come offering him money in exchange for doing your homework, and assignments, helping you cheat, and lying for attendance. He doesn't give in easily, even if he needs the money he wants something else more.
You.
After all, you symbolized a life he always dreamed of having. A life that should have been his.
So he said that he wanted the money and you. And surprise, surprise, you agreed.
The scene in the hob from where coryo protects Lucy gray by shielding her from the gun that guy was holding keeps replaying in my head especially when he holds her close and reassures her. It makes my brain fuzzy
the way he makes me😵💫😵💫
BUT it’s the way it’s his first instinct too like straight away he was in protection mode and my god. just imagine him putting his big hands on your cheeks and refusing to break eye contact as he coos that everything’s gonna be fine, he’s going to figure it out, how he’d never ever let anyone or anything hurt you.
peacekeeper!coryo especially loves a fight. he’s got all this built up anger and frustration, he’s just waiting to detonate. if someone even looks at you the wrong way he’s ready to go and you end up spending a lot of nights cleaning up his bloody knuckles. you don’t even have it in you to care, it’s just so hot :(
coriolanus snow with a wife who’s just a little bit spoiled. who’s just a little bit of a brat. who likes to spend his newly acquired money just as much as he does. who can’t be told the word no ever. who always has the newest clothes, the prettiest jewels. who has whole rooms in the mansion dedicated to her pretty things. she’s got exquisite taste, a capitol jewel all in her own right with the way she sets trends, the way she commands attention.
and you’ve always got his. your coryo, your president. who comes home in the evening and happily watches you try on all your new things. who’s eyes glint with hunger when you show him your new lingerie or your new satin slips for bed. he practically starts drooling, shifting his hips uncomfortably until you drop down to your knees, crawling towards him on all fours because of course you have to thank your provider. have to take care of him for working so hard just so you can have pretty things :(
he’s riveted by you. by those doe eyes and pouty lips and the cute scrunch you get between your brows when you don’t get what you want right away. never did coriolanus think he’d be brought to his knees by love of all things or even if he did he thought he’d be with someone docile, pliant who lives to please him but with you it feels like it’s reversed. when you start palming him through his slacks, blinking prettily up at him; he has to admit that he’ll keep you forever, no matter what it takes.
‘i’m obsessed with you,’ he’d murmur under his breath. he thumbs at your bottom lip, over and over again as if under a spell. you’re only half paying attention; hands wandering over his zipper to get his cock out, mind wandering to how good you look in that shade of blue and what else you can get in that colour. you hum, leaning forward to press a wet kiss to the leaky head of his dick. you ignore the way coryos hips buck, the way his head tips back. ‘there’s this new bag i’m obsessed with. it’s so beautiful coryo, you have to see.’
‘you can have it baby.’ the words come out broken as you take him into your mouth and he can’t help but chuckle darkly after at the way your eyes light up, the way you moan around him and the way your thighs tense together. spoiled brat, getting off on getting her own way. coryo forgets about it all though when you take him deeper, saliva starting to drip down your chin and he likes it when you get like this. so appreciative and grateful, showing him what a good girl you really are.
‘there’s something else i want,’ you say sweetly, eyes flickering between coryos baby blues and the hot length of him in your hand, wet from your mouth. now it’s you who’s drooling, eyes practically begging him to fuck you. you’re sliding your underwear to the side needily, fingers already playing with your puffy clit.
‘you can have that too,’ coryo agrees, hands already there to grip you when you scramble onto his lap. you’re immediately lining yourself up over him, whining when his tip slips inside. ‘you can have all of it.’
finnick odair would definitely be super soft and gentle in bed but sometimes he’d have his days where there was more fire, more teasing, more dirty talk (as much as he could without fearing he would hurt reader’s feelings)
he sure does have his days where he’s just downright cocky. arrogant smile on his lips as you beg and beg him to let you cum but he’s just so mean! :( pearly canines flashing at you when he once again gets you to the edge before backing off and chuckling into the clammy skin of your thigh. ‘’s not fair,’ you’d mumble huffily.
‘what’s not fair, honey?’ finnick would coo back at you. eyes blown wide as they take in your flushed cheeks and pouty lips and the way your skin looks in the moonlight. ‘i’m just trying to give this pretty pussy the attention it deserves.’ still continues to drag it out, feels like days have passed before he’s finally slipping his cock inside you, pushing in so slow it makes your toes curl.
he likes to make it slip back out, rocking the tip against your puffy clit until you’re trembling but makes out that it’s your fault. ‘you’re just too wet, sweet girl,’ he’d murmur with that arrogant grin because who is responsible for that?? who has been edging you over and over again for the last hour? ‘you just want me so bad don’t you?’
when you get really whiny and overstimulated he’ll stop, always knowing your body better than you know it yourself. lets you climb on his lap and ride him the way you like, all the while admiring the way you’re lubing up his cock, making a mess at the base of it.
but honestly imagine teasing him?? he can barely even handle five minutes of it. i’m not sure how swimsuits work in district four but imagine having this tiny, skimpy little thing that you save for beach days with him, that you bring out solely to drive him mad. can’t stop staring when you step out of the water with wet hair, water droplets running down your skin and landing on him when you come to stand over him where he’s sitting on the beach. and all he can think about is how he wants you on his face right now, wants to grip the soft skin of your ass because he’s been obsessing over it all day as he watched you play in the water.
so when he does get you home finnick is quick to bend you over the nearest surface. dragging the fabric of your swimsuit bottoms to the side so he can just slide right in and he can’t control the moans that slip from his mouth when your clamping down on him, telling him how you wanted him all day, the filthy things you were thinking about. he’s rough, hips slapping harshly against you as his cock takes you so deeply you see stars. he lets you cum quickly before pulling out and bending down, leaning in for a taste of what he’s wanted all day. ‘you can go another can’t you, honey? i’m not done with you yet.’ <3
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peacekeeper!coriolanus snow making you wear his dog tags while he fucks you. his name engraved on a steel tag, dangling between your bouncing tits, taking his cock so well. true ownership, just the way he likes it.
