#woo just barely got this done in time

[eiightysixbaby]

older! eddie finally having enough of reader calling him old man and he decides to show her how much of an old man he really is😏😏😏

“old man yeah?” he says grinning ear to ear when you whine pathetically underneath him, “wanna say that again?” he coos

18+ only pleaaaase!

The ball rolls down the lane, heavy and awkward, knocking into the pins and only sending a couple falling.

“That was possibly the worst throw of the night, Munson!” Robin says, smiling proudly when Eddie glares at her.

He groans, swiveling his arm to stretch out his shoulder.

“Not fair, this shit used to be easy. ‘S fuckin’ killing my shoulder tonight,” he comments, picking up his bottle of beer and clinking it with the top of Steve’s in a sort of pity toast to his bad turn.

“Oh, come on, old man!” you tease, standing to take your turn. You pick up your bowling ball from the bunch, giving Eddie a devious glance. “Let me show you how it’s done, sans any shoulder pain or back pain or pain in any other body part,” you smirk, earning a laugh from Steve.

“Ouch,” he says. “She’s got you there, Ed. Shoulder pain, really? When we’re not even halfway through this game.”

“Oh fuck off, Harrington. Wasn’t it two nights ago I saw you buying Epsom salts complaining about sore muscles? From a day at the pool with your kids?”

“Listen, the amount of times I had to pick them up and toss them into the water—”

You giggle, letting the two of them bicker as you take your turn. You let the ball go in a more elegant manner than Eddie, standing at the end of the lane as you wait to see the outcome. Sure enough, all ten pins fall with a scattered crash, and you bounce up and down eagerly.

“Woo!” Robin and Steve cheer, Eddie rolling his eyes as you high-five them.

“Alright, sweetheart, so you think you’re the superior bowler?” he asks, pulling you against him.

“I know I am, old man,” you draw out the last two words, pressing a polished finger to his chest. “Unless you really think you can show me up. But I wouldn’t want you hurting that shoulder while you try,” you pout, seeing the way the look in his eyes changes at your teasing. “Can’t have you doing too much… physical activity.”

“Alright, so that’s how you want to be, hm?” he asks, his voice low. “Just wait ‘til we get home, darling.”

The comment makes you shiver, his figure slipping away from you as soon as the words are out of his mouth. You watch him leave to get another drink, your mouth slightly agape as film reels run through your head, showcasing the activities that probably await you when you return home. Chewing on your lip, you return to your seat next to Robin, knowing full well you’re going to get under Eddie’s skin as much as you possibly can before the night is over.

Stumbling through the door just before midnight, a couple shitty bowling-alley-bar mixed drinks in your system, Eddie’s got his finger hooked in the waistband of your too-tight jeans, pulling you into him.

“That was real fucking cute, the way you kept mocking me all night,” he rasps, his warm breath fanning your ear, his lips barely grazing the shell of it. “If I had to hear you call me an old man one more time, I swear I was going to put you in the car and fuck you right there in the parking lot,” he says, kissing at your jaw.

You whine a little, tilting your head to the side to allow him better access.

“This is exactly what you wanted, isn’t it?” he asks, knowing the answer.

“Ed—” you pant, trying to paw at the buckle on his jeans.

“It is, god of course it’s what you wanted. I know your angles, baby,” he purrs, his voice dripping with lust.

He presses a hot kiss to your mouth, his tongue licking against your teeth. Your hands climb up his back, clawing at the fabric of his shirt as if your plan is to rip it off of him. He picks you up, carrying you down the hallway without breaking the kiss. He’s tossing you on the bed before he pulls his shirt off, exposing his modest muscles from years of hard work at the shop. You never tire of looking at the tattoos that decorate his pale skin, the ink fading with time.

He’s undoing his belt while you’re stripping bare on his bed, feeling your face heat when you catch him staring at your tits.

“Damn, I’m going to fuck the absolute shit out of you tonight,” he breathes, smiling boyishly, betraying his age despite the soft wrinkles in his face.

“Are you?” you ask, one final taunt, pushing him over the edge.

“Oh, sweetheart. G’na have you crying for me,” he says, moving to hover on top of you on the bed. “You’re not gonna be able to fucking walk tomorrow,” he murmurs, nipping at your earlobe.

It’s quick and without warning when he slips two fingers inside of you, making you mewl as your hands tangle in his hair. He curls them expertly, he knows your body like the back of his hand by now, knows exactly what to do to have you screaming for him.

His eager mouth licks and sucks on your breasts, tugging your nipples gently with his teeth as your back arches. Your body accepts a third finger from him easily, sucking him right in as wet, filthy noises fill the bedroom.

“Eddie,” you whine, already on the edge of your orgasm. Your breathing is heavy, eyes pinched shut beneath him as he works you to your breaking point.

You cum around his fingers with a cry, body shaking violently as he works you through it. You feel like you’re on fire, his touch igniting every inch of you. All you want is more.

“Old man, huh?” Eddie muses as you come down from your first high of the evening. “Looks like this old man still knows how to please. So do you wanna call me that again, sweetheart?”

You shake your head, knowing you’re already in for quite the night.

“Good,” he says, dipping down to kiss your lips, your jaw, your neck. “Cause we’re just getting started.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #older!eddie munson #older!eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson blurb #leah’s got mail 💌

[sleepingdeath-light]

hey:D ‼️ slashers x a femme bimbo reader? i would love michael, tommy, vincent+ bo, and jennifer? (whoever else u choose is fine) please and thank you!

Bimbo S/O Headcanons | Multiple Slashers (18+)

thank you for requesting, anon!

reader is assumed as being female and a bimbo

there’s no sex described, but there’s a lot of sexual talk around the reader, hence the smut tag

this includes : billy lenz, brahms heelshire, carrie white, jennifer check, michael myers, the sinclair twins & thomas hewitt

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

billy lenz

billy is a pervert by nature and would have sexualised you irrespective of how you acted or what you wore (when there’s a will, there’s a way and all of that)

but you being a bimbo made it all so much easier and so much more enjoyable for the unknown voyeur

it seemed like everything you did have him an erection as he stared at you through cracks in the ceiling and walls and doors

how your short pink skirt would ride up and show your pretty panties whenever you bent over or sat down

how your tight white shirt did little to hide your breasts or the fact that you’d opted to go braless

the way you frequently stumbled and tripped in those pink heels — exposing your ass to him more often than even he could have wished for

all of that was enough of a dream come true, but the moment you picked up the phone and he got a true exposure to your delightfully ditzy and naively trusting persona this man was a goner

you were his dream-girl through-and-through

his pretty piggy who’s only good at taking billy’s thick cock into her dumb holes

his bimbo that has no chance of escaping him or his lewd calls and comments

of course you were his the moment you stepped foot in his house, but you continuously exposing yourself for him (as he perceived it, anyway) just gave him the go ahead to claim you entirely

and you’d best believe that he’ll want you dressing as sluttily as possible at all times

bo sinclair

although he tends to present himself as the perfect southern gentleman at first glance, bo is a verifiable pervert with pretty much no shame

it would have taken a remarkable amount of self restraint for him to keep up the act in front of your group — especially with you looking and acting like that

tight shirt, mini skirt and a body that he just wanted to lose himself in

god it was like you were made for him, but that could wait until he had splintered your group

but until then, he sated himself by glancing down your top whenever you leaned forwards, lifting up your skirt whenever he got the chance and catching you whenever you tripped (getting away with many less-than-innocent touches due to your obliviousness)

his advances get more and more aggressive and obvious as your group is picked off one by one until you’re the only one left untouched and somehow still oblivious to your situation

and bo finds himself torn between keeping you around as an alibi and a good fuck, or just using and discarding you to vincent as he’d done before

in the end, of course, he ends up deciding to let you live whilst putting on a whole show of wooing you so that you think you’re staying willingly — justifying it by saying you’ll help future “tourists” feel at home

but his brothers can tell that he’s grown more than a little fond of your presence (beyond, even, your sex appeal and naïveté — shockingly to all involved, he actually seems to care)

brahms heelshire

you were not what anyone in the heelshire family were looking for when they sought out a nanny

you were clumsy and naive; not being able to do much in education or housework without inevitably messing something up

you were a veritable slut without the intent; with tiny skirts and translucent shirts that could barely even be considered clothing and that certainly weren’t conducive with the image they wanted to present as a family

but, to brahms, you were perfect

the perfectly dainty damsel in distress for him to leer and gawk at from behind the walls as you went about your day hopelessly attempting to abide by his schedule

and whilst you frequently forgot certain rules, he let you off — equally because he knew you weren’t acting intentionally and because he loved watching you too much to let you go

his favourite times of day were those that necessitated you coming into contact with water or bending over because they gave him the most wonderful views of your body that often appeared in his masturbation fantasies

loves the way you coo over and jokingly scold his doll — actually just loves hearing you say his name and talk to “him”

is much more possessive and protective when it comes to anyone bringing supplies to the house because of, well, everything about you

like it’s all well and good having a pretty little thing with nice tits and ass to stare at all day and night, but issues arise when somebody else gets to look at what’s his

and even if you’re too ditzy and naive to recognise the grocery boy’s intentions, brahms is all too aware of what goes on in a man’s head

and he may just take it upon himself to show everyone, including you, what happens when someone touches what belongs to him

carrie white

carrie was brought up in a highly conservative christian background — so, needless to say, your presence itself would be a significant shock to the poor girl

everything about you is a complete upturning of the values she was raised with, from your personality to the way you dressed

god, the way you dressed was sin personified and every time she caught herself staring she’d mutter a quick prayer for forgiveness

tight white shirts, short pink skirts and high pink heels — a recipe for disaster that she found herself drawn to

those miniskirts would so frequently ride up your thighs and expose your tiny pink panties to anyone who dared to look whenever you stalled in readjusting them (though they were always short enough to expose those thighs of yours)

those shirts that would turn wonderfully transparent whenever you got even slightly damp (be that through rain or spillage) and exposed your otherwise bare chest to prying eyes

those heels that were the cause of so many incidents like those above

and, values be damned, she was more thankful for your obliviousness than anything else as she didn’t know what she’d do if you recognised the way her peers leered at you

how she looked at you with so much lust, with eyes that lingered too long to be innocent on your chest and the apex of your thighs and your ass

how she thought of you whenever she touched herself, one hand balled up in a fist that she bit down on to muffle herself whilst the other crept between her legs to toy with her puffy lips and swollen clit and seeping hole

you, in all of your naïveté and clumsiness, were at the centre of all of her fantasies and she wanted nothing more than to keep you in the dark about it all for as long as possible

jennifer check

you and her will almost inevitably end up sharing clothing and/or accessories because your styles match so well

date nights will consist of you sharing skincare routines and doing each other’s makeup

she uses your nature and appearance to her benefit, ramping up her sexuality with you in public to help lure in men for her to kill and feed on

she repays you with plentiful sex, affection and spoiling with money she gets from her “boyfriends”

will shamelessly ogle you whenever you lean forwards or bend over and gets a kick out of flustering you just as much as when she gets away with being a complete perv

gropes you in public like all of the time and usually plays it off as innocent or accidental — would stop if you asked, though

50/50 whether she lets you in on what she’s doing so you can help or strings you along as an accomplice

loves how oblivious you are and gets off on the power dynamic between you and her as the more experienced, dominant partner

buys you the most transparent, slutty, short clothes that she can find for you both so you can match, she can get food, and she can see as much of you as possible at all times

she will shift targets on a dime if she notices someone getting too close to comfort and taking advantage you in the same way she does — and she makes a point to show everyone that you’re very much so taken

makes you wear underwear that she chooses so anyone else ogling you gets a blatant reminder of who you belong to

michael myers (any)

initially michael found your demeanour more annoying and inconvenient than anything else

you were attractive, of course, but your clumsiness and obliviousness just made him frustrated — made him want to stalk you to force you to notice the word around you

and he did. for well over a month

even going into your home and standing over you as you slept, rearranging things in your house, anything to get you to notice that something was up

but you never did

even when he confronted you on your walk home and started following you, very obviously, you just chatted with him as if nothing was wrong and how much of a coincidence it was you were going the same way

you even complimented his mask — which immediately made you more tolerable

and almost made up for the dozen times he’d watched you trip over thin air or otherwise expose yourself to people unintentionally

after a while he even became somewhat protective, targeting people that were sexually aggressive or otherwise weird towards you to get his frustrations out before returning to his routine of stalking you

at one point he began to masturbate to the sight of you — which he’d never been able to do given his life being spent entirely in an institution with no privacy

he takes full advantage of your naïveté to tease and manipulate you, especially after you realise who he is

he just signs that he won’t hurt you if you let him stay with you and don’t tell anyone he’s there

and you oblige

and he doesn’t hurt you

the only real change is having to deal with him shamelessly staring at you all of the time, but after you get together you don’t really mind so it’s not really that big of a deal

thomas hewitt

everything about you seems perfectly engineered to turn this poor man into a flustered, red-in-the-face, 404-ing mess

you’re not exactly what his mother had raised him to look for in a woman but that made you somehow more attractive? like a forbidden fruit in a sense

your high high heels that you constantly tripped over weren’t exactly made for life in their rural town but your confidence in them made him reluctant to have you change

those teeny-tiny shorts and skirts left nothing to the imagination when it came to those smooth, long legs and those brightly coloured thongs you wore and caused him a lot of trouble whenever he caught a glimpse of you and ended up dropping his tools

your thin white shirts that hoyt always managed to get wet somehow were incredibly form fitting and gave him the perfect view of your chest

but whilst your body and sexuality haunted his mind and left him wanting and guilty when he’d reach between his legs for relief at the end of the day — it was your demeanour that captured his heart and endeared him to you

your naïveté kept you up and out of the way of the family’s dirtier dealings and meant they didn’t have to hide anything too hard as you believed whatever they promised to you

he felt bad for lying but he also knew it was a necessary evil

and your clumsy nature meant that any guests felt more at ease around you, joking around and letting their guard down to flirt with you which made his job a whole lot easier

so, needless to say, you were definitely a good investment for the family even if you kept unintentionally torturing poor thomas with your displays of sexuality and femininity throughout the house

vincent sinclair

you immediately caught vincent’s eye when you entered ambrose because of how different you were from your companions

your clothes were more revealing and feminine: all light colours, cropped edges, frills, pastels and the whole nine yards

definitely a far cry from the muted neutrals and heavy jumpers that he usually saw

more artistically inspiring, barbie like even

it made you attractive, certainly, but it also made him want to preserve you as an art piece even more — he wanted to capture your beauty permanently

but then your personality endeared you to him

you were immediately kind and trusting towards his twin, which painted you as a very naïve person but the genuine way you defended him and scolded your friends for interrupting the “funeral” caught his heart

hell, even bo seemed taken a back by your demeanour (before trying to look down your shirt, of course)

and then there was the clumsiness that gave him the perfect view of each and every angle of your body that those short, tight clothes did little to hide as you stumbled and tripped over your heels in the museum

even gentlemen have their limits and, from what he justified as artistic curiosity, he indulged himself in plenty of looks

you even made him chuckle a few times when you apologised to the figures you fell onto

all of it, to him, made you seem so much better than your companions — someone worth saving and keeping as a living art piece in ambrose

it wouldn’t be hard to convince his brothers, they were always talking about needing some company

and, beside, you didn’t strike him as the sort to be hard to lie to

so if you believed your friends abandoned you, maybe you’d be happy to stay with them — and, maybe, you’d never have to learn about the truth of ambrose and it’s wax museum

and he’d get to ogle you all he liked from behind the safety of his mask (only as an artist, of course! he’d never sexualise you… or at least he tries to claim as much to himself)

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[rkivepetals]

Biker bf kook riding teaching his fav girl how to ride a bike 🖤

Slight suggestive, annoying kook and done reader!

You sigh against the phone, he hangs up. “Fuck him.” You murmured, trying to find his gloves, “Where did he even put them?!” You groaned, bent and found it under the table. “Ew!” You shoved his socks somewhere, “why do men stink this bad?!” You complained and wore your shoes, peeping from the window one last time, Jungkook stood tall on his bike, all black with his helmet, his bike gearing loudly.

You annoyingly twitched your lips and wore your shoes, climbing down and walking towards him. He removed his helmet and breathed heavily, “Why do you take so much time?” He tried to snatch the red leather gloves but you put them behind you. “Before that—!” You point your finger as he lowers his eyebrows.

“What?” He bluntly asked. “My fingers are stinging, y/n. Don’t you play games.” He showed his bruised fingers, and you pouted and held his palm. “Damn.” You murmured and cunningly looked up at him, “But I’ll only hand you these once you teach me how to ride a bike.” He scoffed, “You ride this cock, that’s enough.”

You offensively scowl, “Well then have fun getting bruised fingers.” You twirl a bit and take your steps back, he sighed. Getting off his bike and trying to hold the gloves, “C’mon! Just for a little while.” You pout, he clenched his jaw and eyed your figure. “You want to ride a bike in a skirt?”

You looked down at your legs, shit. You didn’t think it through. “Well, yes.” He squints his eyes as you hop happily near the bike. “What do I do!?” You smiled, jungkook played with his lip ring and snatched the gloves from your fingers, wearing them and hopping on his bike. “C’mon,” he curled his fingers toward you to sit on the bike.

You were a little nervous as you cleared your throat placed your leg and stumbled. He chuckled and held your bare thigh, gripping it and making you comfortably sit on the seat, “good?” He asks, “Yep.” He hums In your ear, “Hands here.” You follow his gloved hands on the clutch of the bike, he turns it on, “Accelerate.” You nervously twist it as it is wroomed.

“Woo.” He says and whistles in your ear. “Legs up, baby. Or you’re gonna hurt yourself.” You scowled and looked down, “I can’t find a pedestal—“ he bent and held your legs, placing them on a pedestal. “Found it?” He asked, “Yes.” You happily giggle and tightly hold the rubber handles or whatever it’s called. “I’m gearing up.”

You announce, “Uh-huh.” You inhaled and twisted it, he removed his feet from the ground and it moved forward. “Woah!” You screeched and instinctively removed your hands. Thankfully Jungkook handled it well, “You’re not gonna ride a bike no more. Whatever happens, don’t remove your hands from here!” he held your wrist and dragged it back to where it was placed.

“Got it?” You nod, “just accelerate, and when there’s a turn, slightly turn. Or just follow me.” You hummed and gulped, ready this time. “I’m gearing—“ “move quick, baby I’m starving.” He says as you accelerate and feel the air on your chest, “Ah!” You happily screech, “Don’t speed up.” He says as you nod and focus on the road.

There comes the turn, you followed his hands slightly turning the head of the bike toward the left as it took a turn. “Wow.” You impressively mutter out, “Now speed up.” He commands as you twist the hand clutch and speed up, and you let out a cackle. “This is so cool.” He chuckled and placed his chin on your shoulder, trying to get a better view.

“Why are we not wearing a helmet?” You inquire, “I only have one, and if one of us wears a helmet the other will make us fall and break our fucking necks.” You chuckled as he controlled the clutch with more perfection and overtook a few cars. “Ow! Jungkook my nail!” You groaned in pain as he stopped the bike at the end.

You swat your hand, “Ah!” You hissed in pain as he took your finger and examined the broken nail carefully. “I recently got my nails done!” Tears welled in your eyes as he glanced at your face. “Should’ve been a good girl and went home.” You scoff, “Wow. That was so offensive.” You say and hold the clutch trying to get off but failing.

He pushes you forward so you can get off his bike. “I’m going home.” You announce, creasing out your skirt and walking on the empty street. Jungkook slacked his jaw at your figure. He annoyingly pushed his hair back and got off his bike, walking towards you and picking you up from your thighs. “What are you doing?!”

He pushed you to sit on his bike, “shh.” He placed his finger on your painted lips. “Sit behind me like a good girl.” His stare was intimidating as you flutter your lashes, in case he eases up. He doesn’t. He helped your other leg and made you sit comfortably before he hopped on. “Hold on, tight.”

You don’t say anything and sigh. Holding his waist beneath his leather jacket. He gears up and smoothly slides across the roads and back to your apartment. “Get off.” He says, you dug holes in his head and got off. Walking towards your apartment but he held your waist and snatched you back. “Woah, mama not this soon.”

You embarrassingly blush when he leans in and bites your lip ring. Softly smooching the side of your mouth, “Good night.” He murmured and pulled away, pulling your cheeks adorably. You rolled your eyes as he chuckled, “Good night, jeon.” You pressed and ran inside your apartment building.

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[phoward89]

This is based on this ask.

Coryo is a hands on dad in this. (Thank God, since he was a real piece of shit in the last daddy!Coriolanus one shot)

Everyone says that pregnancy is a beautiful experience. Women are supposed to look radiant and glowing as they're round with the new life they're growing inside of them.

What nobody tells you is that your feet and ankles swell, your back aches, you pee more than a race horse, you balloon into the size of a beluga whale, and your mood swings are all over the place because of the pregnancy hormones. Oh, and you crave the weirdest things.

Nope, people don't tell you that. You had to learn that the hard way. At least you had your husband by your side during everything.

Coriolanus is a very busy man, being the youngest President of Panem, but he always made time in his busy schedule for you. To check in on you and make sure you were okay. After all, it's his fault you're in the condition you're in.

Okay…

Well…

You both agreed to try for a baby during the honeymoon, so it technically wasn't his fault you're big and miserable right now.

Honestly, Coriolanus had baby fever and replaced your birth control pills with sugar pills a month or so before the wedding, so you were bound to get pregnant right away.

Anyways, you're currently so big that you can't do anything by yourself. Hell, you can barely even walk anymore. You're practically waddling like a duck.

And you're so emotional. You've been crying at the drop of a hat lately. Anything, literally anything, can put you into a crying drag. It was emotionally exhausting.

Your husband, the president, was surprisingly supportive of you. He doted on you. Even when you were complaining about being uncomfortable or crying your eyes out for the umpteenth time, Coryo was right by your side trying to comfort you.

Despite his cold, calculated, stoic nature that everyone saw, he was soft and loving towards you. But only you.

Because he loves you more than anything in this world.

Despite vowing to never let himself fall in love again, when you became his personal secretary when he was Senator Snow he fell for you.

It was hard not to. Your beauty paired with your personality was hard for him to resist.

So, he broke a promise to himself that he made at 18 or 19 years old. But, when it comes to love it just happens. Vowing to never fall in love's a foolish notion because one can't control who they fall in love with.

It just happens.

But, unfortunately, when he fell in love with you it wasn't when you were available. You had a long time boyfriend. And since Coriolanus wanted you to be his, he got rid of your boyfriend.

Permanently.

With poison.

And then a few months after your boyfriend was out of the picture, Coriolanus wooed you. He asked you out with pretty words and a single white rose. Of course you accepted.

Then, when he was campaigning to become Panem's youngest president, he proposed. And after he won the election, becoming President Snow, he married you; made you his First Lady Snow.

And now you're about to become a mother, another thing he had a hand in the making of.

The only problem was that your due date’s come and gone.

And you feel absolutely miserable.

“Darling, I just got off the phone with Dr. Wellock about your situation of being overdue.” Your husband, Coryo, announced as he walked into the sunroom room you were lounging in.

“What did he say?” You asked as the platinum blonde made his way over to your side.

“He says that an induction isn't done until the expecting mother is anywhere between 10-12 days overdue.” He said, taking a seat next to you on the sofa.

“So that means I have at least 5 more days of feeling miserable?” You asked, feeling tears begin to well up.

“Unfortunately, yes, my darling rose.” Coryo told you while wrapping an arm around you. Pulling you into his chest, he said, “The doctor gave me a list of things that can help to induce you naturally.” Rubbing your lower back, knowing that it was bothering you lately, you husband told you, “I'm having the kitchen staff cook the foods that'll help naturally induce you, Y/N.”

Coryo was a godsend. He was looking after you when he should be busy running the country. He didn't have an easy job.

He was the President of Panem.

And here he was catering to you. Offering you comfort and gentle reassurances during your difficult time of being overdue and feeling uncomfortable.

Suddenly, you felt overwhelmed. Felt like a burdened. And, before you could even control yourself, you started to cry into your husband's chest.

“What's wrong, little dove?” Coriolanus asked, threading his long fingers thru your hair, trying to soothe you.

“I feel bad that you're here with me instead of running the country. You’re the president, you should be working, not by my side giving me backrubs and helping me get from point A to point B all the time.”

“Y/N, darling, I might be the president, but I'm also your husband. As your husband, I put you and our unborn child before anything, including work. The wellbeing of my family will always come first, Panem second.”

“How did I get so lucky to have you?” You asked between sobs.

Because he whacked your Academy Sweetheart.

But, Coriolanus couldn't tell you that. No, that's a secret he'll take with him to the grave. Along with all the other various murders he's committed and will keep on committing in order to be all powerful and filthy rich.

No, instead the president just presses a kiss to your head and tells you, “Dumb luck, I suppose.” Rubbing circles into your lower back, causing soft moans to fall from your lips, Coriolanus smiled, “But I consider myself the lucky one for being your husband. There's no other woman in all of Panem that I could ever see myself loving as deeply as I love you.”

Sniffing and wiping at your eyes, you say, “Don't tell me sweet stuff like that or I'll never stop crying.”

Unfortunately, labor inducing foods didn't work. So, Coryo told you that the doctor told him that sex, nipple stimulation, and orgasms could help induce labor. You laughed at him, saying that had to be a lie since, despite your huge size, you were still very sexually active with him. Coriolanus just shrugged, claiming that's what the doctor told him.

You don't know if it was from sex or just your time to go into labor, but in the middle of the night (after having late night sex with your husband) you woke up with labor pains and a soaked nightgown. When you woke up Coriolanus, telling him that it was (finally) time and that you were in labor, he quickly grabbed your baby bag and rushed you to the hospital.

The man, being a very devoted husband and father to be, drove you himself. You feared that Coryo would drag you to the hospital in his pajamas, but much to your relief he did toss on some clothes before taking you.

Once at the hospital, since you're the First Lady of Panem, you were put on VIP status and given a private room with a window view of the Rockies. You didn't really care since you were in the worst pain of your entire life, but it was a nice gesture. Coriolanus sure did enjoy the special treatment you were getting. Remarking how only the best for his love would do.

The president never left your side during your labor. He wiped your sweaty forehead with a cool cloth, buzzed the nurses for ice chips and pain meds for you, and he let you squeeze his hand to the point he thought his bones would break whenever you had a particularly painful contraction.

The hospital staff just melted at the sight of President Coriolanus Snow doting on his First Lady Y/N Snow. The nurses were swooning everytime they heard Coryo tell you, “You’re doing so well, darling.”, “I know it hurts, little dove, but soon we'll have our baby and it'll be well worth it.”, “Squeeze my hand as hard as you need to, my darling rose. I served as a peacekeeper once, I can handle you breaking my hand while in labor pains.”

You were sitting up, pushing hard every 5 seconds, around 3 times per contraction. Coryo was right by your side, holding your hand and telling you, “You're doing wonderful, darling. Just a few more pushes and we'll be parents.”

The nurse in the room fought back the urge to swoon at the president’s words while the doctor just assured you that Coriolanus was right, that he could see the baby's head and after another push the baby would be born.

So, gathering all of the strength you could muster after pushing for what felt like hours, you did one last, hard push.

Your baby came out with a healthy set of lungs. Crying before even needing a spank to the butt.

Dr. Wellock held the baby up in the air, only to announce, “It's a girl!”

A girl. You and Coryo had a baby girl.

Tears of love welled up in your eyes as Coriolanus’ baby blues shines with pride as he whispered, “A baby girl.”, before pressing a soft kiss to your chapped lips.

“Mister President, Sir, would you like to cut the cord?” Dr. Wellock asked your husband as a nurse helped you deliver the placenta.

“Yes, I would like to.” Coriolanus replied before standing up and going over to the doctor. Silently, the doctor passed him the scissors and he cut the cord. After cutting the cord, your husband returned to your side while the doctor passed the baby over to the nurse to be cleaned and wrapped in a blanket.

“She's beautiful, darling.” Coriolanus told you as the doctor quickly cleaned you up.

“Does she have your platinum blonde hair?” You asked, a curious smile splitting your face wide open.

“Yes.” The president nodded. “She has both my light blonde hair and blue eyes.”

“You're going to be beating all the boys off with a stick in about, eh, 13 or so years.” You knowingly giggled right as the nurse appeared with your bundle of joy wrapped in a soft pink blanket and matching hat.

Handing you your daughter, the nurse asked, “What's her name?”

“Cersei.” You and Coryo answered at the same time, looking at your daughter with nothing but love.

Honestly, you were a bit nervous about how Coryo would be as a father since, after all, he had a lot on his plate as the president of the country. But it turns out that you didn't have anything to worry about. Coriolanus was a great father. He was very hands-on despite his strenuous and busy job being President of Panem.

The president always made time for his daughter and, of course, for you.

And when you went out in public, he was always by your side when wheeling your baby in the stroller. So many paparazzis would hide and flash pictures of President Snow with your daughter because it was the only way to get a picture of them together. Coryo never used Cersei for photo ops or publicity stunts. In fact he rarely talked about her at all interviews other then the general and polite answers of, “Oh, she's doing well.”, “Cersei's a happy girl.”, and “She’s hitting all of her milestones.”

Honestly, Coryo didn't like to talk too much about his daughter because he didn't want her in the limelight. He chose to become the president and you chose to become his first lady. You both knew the fame that came with it. But Cersei was born into it and your husband, President Coriolanus Snow, wanted her to have as normal of a childhood as possible.

And then, when your daughter was 3, you got pregnant again. Well, you and Coriolanus weren't trying, but weren't preventing either.

You were too far along yet, just nearing your 4th month. You knew that soon you'd be blowing into the size of a balloon tho.

But you weren't thinking about that right now.

Right now, you were just smiling at the sight of your daughter curled up on your husband's lap as he read her a book during one of his breaks from his office in the presidential wing of the mansion.

“Daddy?” Your daughter, whose platinum blonde hair was in little piggy tales, asked- causing your husband to pause in his reading.

It was cute how Coriolanus melted the first time he was called Dada and decided to let his daughter call him Daddy as she grew despite telling you over and over again during your pregnancy with her that he was going to be called father or nothing at all.

She's like Cersei has your husband wrapped around her finger.

“Yes, princess?” Coryo asked your daughter, looking at her with a genuine smile.

“Mama’s here.” She excitedly told your husband with a big smile on her face.

Coryo looked up, only to tell your daughter, “Oh, so she is.” Waving you into the room, your husband said, “Come in and sit down, darling. You don't need to stand in the doorway.”

“Oh, don't mind me, I was just walking down the hall and thought that I'd just check in on my favorite people while on my way to get a snack.” You told your husband, shrugging off his offer of you joining him and your daughter in the sun room.

“Mama, I want a snack!” Cersei exclaimed.

Coryo chuckled, only to close the book he was reading and place it onto the side table by his sitting chair. Standing up, with your daughter slung on his hip, the president announced, “Looks like a family snack time’s in order before I get back to work being the President Panem.”

When Cersei was almost 4, you had your son, Cassian Xandros. Then when she was 5 you had another son, Caspian Xenos and when she was 7 you had your last child. Another son, who was named Caelestis Xanthias.

Even tho Coriolanus had not 1 but 3 boys to carry on the mighty and magnificent Snow name, it was your daughter, Cersei, that was his favorite child.

Coriolanus was a good father to all 4 of your children, but it was your daughter that had him wrapped around his finger. She was daddy's little princess. She could do no wrong in his eyes.

But your boys…oh boy…Your son's had to be perfect unless they wanted to hear Coriolanus lecture them. He expected straight A’s and top marks in school from his 3 boys. Expected them to be involved in school politics, chess club, and the debate team. And when it came time for them to be mentors in the Hunger Games for a district that didn't have a Victor to act as a mentor, well you better believe that they had to be perfect at that too.

But not Cersei. Oh no… Coryo let Cersei get away with shit that he'd never let Cassian Xandros, Caspian Xenos, and Caelestis Xanthias get away with.

Cersei didn't want to be a mentor, so guess what? Her daddy, President Snow, let her stay home sick during the games so her mentor spot had to be given to somebody else. If she wanted to quit ballet lessons after just one lesson, saying it wasn't fun, then she could. She could get away with anything she wanted to, because your husband let her.

Coriolanus spoiled his daughter rotten.

And one day, as a young woman, when Cersei went running to her daddy saying that she was in trouble (knocked up) and that the Peacekeeper that got her in that condition didn't want the responsibility of a family, you know what Coriolanus did? He just told your daughter that he'd take care of everything.

And boy did he ever…

He had tea with that peacekeeper, where only one of them walked away from the garden tea table alive, and scattered the man's family all over the districts. Making sure that his younger siblings, nieces, nephews, cousins, etc were reaped when eligible.

Coriolanus also assured your daughter that you and him would help her raise her baby. That she'd have your support and wouldn't be alone.

So, when Cersei gave birth to her daughter, Celeste Snow, as a single mother you and Coryo were by her side. Assuring her that everything was fine, that she was going to be a great mother.

You had a sense of deja vu whenever the nurses all gossiped and giggled about how President Snow was such a good father and grandfather to be for staying by his daughter's side and supporting her despite her being an unwed mother.

Coriolanus was a great father to all of your children, but his favorite was your daughter Cersei. So, naturally, his favorite grandchild was her only daughter Celeste. He dotes on your granddaughter Celeste. She was the apple of his eye, even when the boys started getting married and having children of their own.

Coriolanus loved all his grandchildren, but Celeste was his favorite.

You on the other hand didn't have favorites. You loved all of your children and grandchildren equally.

But Coryo wasn't like you. No, your husband was the type to love obsessively, so he had to pick favorites.

So, it didn't surprise you when one day, before the games started, you walked into the sunroom to see your granddaughter and your husband having brunch. It reminded you of how he used to read to her mother all those years ago.

He might be older now with pure white hair, a distinguished white beard framing his face, and a bit more weight on his bones, but he was the same man in spirit he was all those years ago when he used to cut time out of his day just for your daughter. Now he just does it for his granddaughter.

“Grandpa, Grandma just walked in.” Celeste announced, peeling little shell pieces off of her soft boiled egg.

“I see that, darling.” Coryo told your granddaughter. Looking at you, he gestured to the empty seat next to him at the table and suggested, “Why don't you join me, my darling rose.”

“Well, I wasn't planning to, but if you insist.” You smiled, walking further into the room.

Your eyes saw the way Celeste had her hair done in a braid, that looked like the one that Victor from 12 Katniss Everdeen wore and you secretly hoped that your husband wouldn't yell at her for it. You knew how much he couldn't stand the Everdeen girl and feared that he'd be upset with Celeste for wearing her hair like the victor's.

As you sat down, you heard your husband say, “Your hair looks lovely darling, when did you start wearing it like that?”

“Everybody at school wears it like this now, grandpa.” Celeste said with a little devious smile on her face.

And the backlash never came. He just nodded his head and went on to eat his egg.

And that's when you knew that Celeste had the same power over him that Cersei did. That you had as well.

Coriolanus Snow might be a cold, evil, dictator of a president, but to his granddaughter, daughter, and wife he's just a man that loves them unconditionally to the point where it might be considered a weakness if anyone knew.

And perhaps that's why he never speaks much about his girls in interviews. He'll speak about his boys, but not his girls.

Because if anything ever happened to his girls, well…the president wouldn't know what to do with him.

That's how much he loves his darling girls.

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[ilovehimyourhonour]

wouldn’t dream of it

📂 bf! jung wooyoung x reader . you weren’t clear and wooyoung thought you were breaking up with him . slight angst , a bit of fluff , comfort .

a/n writing random pieces as my inbox/drafts sits with request . (edit — can’t believe this got as much love as it did lol) .

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Vision turning hazy, Wooyoung falters in his steps—his eyes prick with tears as he watches you turn away from him, something you’ve never done. But has there ever been an argument this severe? Have the two of you ever yelled at each other with this much anger and heat? The rare times you did argue the atmosphere was still comforting, the two of you would sit down and talk things over. Wooyoung would hesitantly reach for your hands, you would smile softly and intertwine your fingers with his—he’d then lean forward, his lips brushing your forehead as he mumbles a “Im sorry.” Everything from there would work itself out, but as Wooyoung swayed where he stood, the orange lantern hanging above his head casting a dim light over him and the surrounding area, he knew the two of you weren’t going to solve this in a matter of minutes.

“Are you even listening to me?” He blinks back another rush of tears, they build within his throat. “Of course you’re not,” you chuckle. “Stupid of me to assume you would be.”

Your eyes are red, your cheeks are stained with the tears that had managed to escape—the collar of Wooyoung’s your shirt sports a few patches where your tears had fallen and seeped into the material. Wooyoung watches your hands shake as you reach up to brush the wetness from your cheeks.

“Can you say something, Wooyoung?” You’re annoyed. He parts his lips, only a strangled grunt leaves his mouth, the tangled tears, worry, and heartbreak resting in his throat blocks the words he wishes he could say. You hum softly, turning away from him—nearing the front door of your apartment. “I think we need a break, Woo.”

Panic surges through Wooyoung, bringing each aspect of himself to a crumbling point. Never has he ever had the desire to hear those words leave your mouth, never once had he ever desired to say them himself—no matter the circumstance he always wanted to get through it with you. He stumbles forward, leaving the kitchen and its orange glow behind as he pushes himself to the entrance—desperate to catch you before you left him.

Your backs facing him as he reaches you, you’re mid swinging your jacket over your shoulder when his two arms wrap around your knees—leaving you to frown and crane your neck. Your boyfriend has his face pressed into the back of your thighs, muffled sobs soaking into the materiel of your sweatpants, his shoulders violently shake with his cry. “I. Love. You,” his words are broken between hiccups.

“I love you, Wooyoung.” Your still facing the door, his tight grip on your legs preventing you from turning to face his kneeling figure. “Let me go,” you softly mutter as you blindly reach behind you—fingers brushing through his hair gently. His arms circle your legs tighter, his head shaking as he lets a few more hiccups shake his figure. You sigh and reach for his arms, pulling yourself from his hold—his heart splits in half and another surge of tears trail down his cheeks, dripping from his jaw and chin.

“No,” he chokes out. “Please don’t leave me,” his voice is hoarse and shaky. “One more chance, one more chance. Please.”

You’re now facing him, frowning as you drop to your knees—mirroring his position. “I just need one more chance,” his words are now barely above a whisper. You practically coo at his sad and desperate expression, your bottom lip can’t help but quiver as you reach out and brush the bangs from his eyes.

“I will never leave you, Wooyoung.”

“You said we needed a break.”

You sigh, squeezing your eyes shut. “I didn’t mean we should break up, darling. I meant we need a break from this,” he shifts so he sits crossed legged on the floor, you follow immediately. You watch his fingers twitch in his lap, as they always did—so you reach forward, taking his hand in yours. “We need time to calm down and then talk things over.”

“I am calm,” you chuckle softly—Wooyoung’s fingers tighten around yours at the familiar sound. “I don’t want to be alone.”

The heartbroken look in his eyes keeps you at his side, the two of you sitting in the entrance for hours. Nothing but soft touches, gentle kisses, and I love you’s being exchanged between the two of you. But somewhere between confessing your love for each other and brushing the hairs from one another’s faces, apologizes are exchanged. Woo promises he’ll be a better boyfriend, to which you expressed how you already believed him to be the best boyfriend you could ever ask for.

“Don’t ever break up with me,” Wooyoung mumbles into your shoulder as he holds you in his lap.

You chuckle softly as you bring your arms around his neck. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

© ilovehimyourhonour

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[tumbleweed-run]

PLEASE, I beg of you, I crave a story that plays after Gale had the conversation in Act 2 with Tav of him beeing wooed seing her in battle. It was the moment the Wizardman owned me...

“But standing by your side through such darkness and disrepair, it only makes me want you more.”

You blink slowly, your brain still catching up with everything that has just happened. As Gale’s words sink in he’s already turned to other matters and you groan inwardly at your delay. The others, at least, have the decency to pretend they hadn’t heard anything you two had said. And if they make themselves a little more scarce after speaking to Jaheira once again, you’re all the more grateful for it. 

You make up your mind and grab Gale’s arm, all but dragging him into an occupied room. He’s opened his mouth, no doubt to question your manhandling of him, but you silence him quickly by smashing your mouth against his. He immediately melts against you. 

This kiss is more than anything you’ve shared this far. You both have been so wary of setting off the damned orb that you’ve done little more than small pecks and holding hands at camp. This is tongues dancing, hands grasping for any place to hold. You can still smell the aftermath of the previous fight, feel it as Gale unknowingly bumps against bruises. For the most part, he thankfully seems unharmed - the benefits of being a wizard. 

The heat that had pooled between your thighs is now a raging inferno, and you can feel Gale is very much in the same state. But even as you reach for his robes he stops you, hand grasping your wrist gently. 

“Not here,” he pants, lips having barely moved from yours to speak. 

A frustrated noise escapes your lips, “you can’t just say those things,” you grouse at him, trying to wiggle your hand free. 

He chuckles, the sound rumbling across your cheek. 

“The first time we make love,” Gale says confidently as if he can’t imagine a world where this isn’t love, “we will do it properly. You deserve it done right.”

“Gale,” you plead, but it's halfhearted. You can tell he won't relent from this. 

“I will not leave you in such a state, though,” Gale promises, a mischievous look on his face, “It would not go well for us if you’re unfocused.”

He guides you backward until you bump against a table. You grab at it to keep it from toppling over, and as you do, Gale takes advantage of your distraction and quickly undoes your pants. He’s got them down to your knees by the time your brain catches up to what he’s doing. He follows them down, sinking to his own knees before you. 

“Gale,” you gasp at the sight. You’re armor is still on, still covered in blood and dirt from the battle, but Gale kneels before you, looking untouched and nearly perfect. It only adds fuel to the flames of your desires for him. 

His only response is to lean forward and press a kiss against the mound of your cunt, just for a moment, before slipping his tongue between your folds. You quickly rip your glove from your hand, tossing it off to the side, and then thread your hand into his hair. The first few passes of his tongue between your legs feel like an experiment, slow and calculating. You swear you can feel him smirk against your skin when a pass over your clit makes you jump and swear. 

He’s significantly less restrained after that, all but burying his face between your folds. The sounds he’s making cause your knees to buckle. Suddenly, you’re relying on the table to keep you up. He’s so loud and eager you swear the rest of the inn should be able to hear the two of you. The thought heats your face even as your head falls back and you spread your thighs as far as your pants will allow.

A finger slides inside of you, joining quickly into the rhythm his tongue has found, and then another. You’re moaning freely, fingers gripping the table so tightly you’ll be surprised if there aren’t grooves worn into the wood later. Your hips begin moving of their own accord, rolling forward, seeking more. Gale is quick to respond, his tongue now moving expertly against your clit as his fingers fuck deeper inside of you, finding a spot that makes you gasp and stand on tiptoe. 

It doesn’t take long and you come, cry only muffled as you nearly bite through your lip. Your hips don’t stop moving as wave after wave of pleasure courses through you. Gale moans between your legs, tongue and fingers drawing out your orgasm for as long as possible. Only once your knees start to buckle does he stop, withdrawing his fingers from you only to grasp at your bare hips to keep you upright. 

When he stands, you lean forward against him, panting, your body finally coming down from a multitude of sensations. As your head clears you reach forward to attempt to rub his cock with your palm but Gale easily sidesteps you. 

���What about you?” You ask, surprised to hear your voice as level as it is. 

“I am perfectly fine waiting, my love,” Gale says as he presses a soft kiss to your head. 

You flush at the implication that you were unable to control your own lust. A chuckle from above you and another kiss in your hair lets you know Gale might just be able to tell what you’re thinking. 

#gale x reader #gale x tav #gale of waterdeep #i managed to keep it mostly canon #also it is MY PERSONAL opinion that Gale came just from eating Tav out #and is covering up the 'embarrassment' #you look me in my face and tell me he wouldn't

[dameronology]

how about what would happen if the star wars boys made you cry 👀

ok i kinda did this in the scenario that you're arguing and they make you cry

characters: din, poe, finn, han, luke & obi-wan

din djarin

he is HORRIFIED the minute tears spring from your eyes

maybe you're fighting, maybe he got stressed and said something in the heat of moment, whatever it is, he's immediately forgotten about what he was mad about and he's by your side, floods of apologies coming from his mouth and gloved hands taking yours

he just kinda pulls you into his chest and holds you for a moment and my GOD he wants the world to swallow him up because he loves you more than anything in the world and he normally hates whoever makes you cry but right now it's him

truth is, you know din and you know that he would never do anything to intentionally hurt you so as far as apologies go, it's one you accept pretty quickly

he's gonna apologise for like a week after that

even if it becomes annoying

poe dameron

poe just sort of freezes and has this "oh fuck" look on his face

"oh god, don't cry. please don't cry. did i make you cry? oh my god. i made you cry."

and then he probably starts crying too

because he always wants to cry when you cry but the fact that he's the one responsible for it? woo boy

he swallows it down though and doesn't let you see because he doesn't want to seem like he's taking away from what he's done

his immediate reaction is to want to hug you, but he waits for a moment to see if you'll let him because he doesn't know if you're gonna swing at him tbh

if you let him, he holds you fucking tight. he doesn't apologise then and there, though, not until things have calmed down - normally a few moments later - that he says sorry and you know it's from the bottom of his heart

he goes out his way over the next few days to make it up to you; flowers, dinner, a romantic trip to a distant planet, but above all, he makes an active effort to never let it happen again

and that's what matters most

finn

honestly finn looks like a kicked puppy

because he tries so hard to never argue with you or get mad EXACTLY FOR THIS REASON and he has failed in his attempts and oh lord he wants to die

he doesn't jump immediately to apologising, mostly because he wants you to say what you need to say and he doesn't want to talk over you

and he listens!! he wants to know what he did and what he said so that it never happens again

then he apologises, and it's always straight to the point but still eloquent and meaningful

finn isn't gonna be the kinda guy who apologises for days (oh, din) or goes out his way to shower you in sorry gifts (ah, poe) because mostly he just wants to move on from it and get back to a good place with you but it's like...not in a way that he forgets about it??

it's more of a thing that he hates things being off with you. like it literally kills him inside. so he encourages you to both move forward and get back to the good stuff.

but he also makes it clear that he has learnt from it

han solo

han literally doesn't know what to do. he can barely handle people crying at the best of times but when a) it's you and b) you're crying because of him?

his immediate reaction is to run, because it's han and he always wants to peg it away from every single issue but his chest hurts at the idea and it hurts even more when he knows he's the bastard that made you cry

he just goes silent and is kinda 🧍‍♂️for a second because his brain is computing but then he realises that he does know what to do when you cry and that's attack the thing that upset you

then he realises that he can't do that and goes "well i can't fucking blast myself, so i don't really know what to do right now" and it's stupid and dumb and oh my god han read the fucking room but at least it breaks the ice a little bit and you smile

because, despite everything and despite han being...well, han, you know he's trying his best and the fact he's even still in front of you is actually something of a miracle

that's your cue to rip into him, by the way, because even if you're crying it is canon that the only way to get han solo to listen to you is to tear him a new one (or three) so he will stand there and take the bollocking

after that, he apologises. han isn't good with words so it's a little bit spacey and awkward but the intent is there

but he also makes it abundantly clear that he never means to hurt you and you know, from the bottom of his heart, that he means it

luke skywalker

luke literally stops in his tracks and he's holding you immediately and going "i didn't mean that, i really didn't mean that, please don't hate me"

literally his entire facade his gone - the stubbornness, whatever he's arguing about - just disappears and he realises immediately that none of it is worth making you cry

so the man is literally holding you before your tears even start and he's already apologising over and over

he does want to listen to you though and hear what you have to say, so he's all ears

tbh, it's hard to stay angry at luke for long because you know he's completely pure intentioned and good hearted but you can absolutely opt to give him the silent treatment or take space for as long as you need and he will let you do it

after that, he buys you flowers and will make it up to you in every way he knows how

obi-wan kenobi

out of everyone on the list, obi-wan is the one who is the most shooketh to his core when he realises that he's made you cry

because he's so chivalrous and loving and might as well live to serve you so the idea that he's hurt you is quite possibly his greatest fear come true

his immediate reaction is to give you space. he'll apologise first and let you know that he's ready to talk whenever you are, simply because he doesn't want to overstep or push you to make up until you're ready

but as soon as you are, he's all ears and listening to everything you have to say

again - and i feel like i'm saying this for every character here lol - you know that he'd never hurt you intentionally and although that's the main, the proof is in the pudding when he actively listens to you and makes an effort to avoid it happening again

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[holybibly]

girl i really dunno how to ask but ummm i...i mean WE need more preacher/saint/priest content....oh i just thought priest yunho with some cnc and bdsm........and maybe some watersports....oh. my. god. i died. my eyes are only seeing some whips, punishment and a lot of sin. bye.

Hi, honey, how are you? I really spoiled you, didn't I? But it seems that everyone is just as crazy about hot priests/pasors,preachers, and nuns as I am. Woo was hotter than hell when he was a priest, don't you think, bunnies?

I've already mentioned that I'll be doing a sequel for each member, but I'll tell you more so you can look forward to my updates.

Below I mention religious, hierophilia and church related topics. Bunnies, please refrain from reading if such content makes you uncomfortable. You have been warned!

Beware of False Prophets Demon San x Reader

Everyone in your town has been talking about the arrival of a new priest. The parishioners have been on their knees in praise of Pastor Choi San ever since he walked through the doors of your little church. He was devout, quiet, and, for a priest, incredibly handsome. He quickly became the object of admiration and wet dreams.

And you were not left out. The way his cat-like eyes would sometimes linger on you during Mass, or the way your name would roll off his tongue when he addressed you, made you blush with shame, not only at the dirty thoughts in your head but also at the fact that your panties were getting too wet just by looking at San.

But little did you know that Pastor Choi San had much more forbidden and depraved intentions towards you than that. Not all that glitters is gold, and not everyone is a saint who wears a holy robe.

It is said that one should beware of false prophets, for good intentions lead to hell. Or maybe the demon San will disguise himself as the new pastor of your church and try to tempt you into committing a sin.

Are you callin' me a sinner? Priest Yunho x Widow Reader

It was never in your wildest dreams that you'd be a widow at such a young age. Less than three months had passed since you got married when your husband tragically died, and this became the talk of your small town.

People walked past you, looked at you with disgust, closed their doors in front of you, and pointedly ignored you as if you had committed some mortal sin, which is probably what they thought you had done. You were so young and too beautiful, and your husband... Your husband was a man much older than you. You loved him; you really did, and losing him destroyed you. Your husband left you a huge fortune to inherit, and people whispered that you killed him to get money and to take a lover. Some even said you made a pact with the devil by killing your husband in return for your unearthly beauty and money. They said that you were a sinful brat.

Your only comfort at that time was faith, and you spent all your evenings in prayer and penance. One day, your housekeeper advised you to contact the priest, Jeong Yunho, describing him as a pious, compassionate, and gentle person who always showed mercy to everyone and granted the desired forgiveness of sins to all the troubled hearts. But she neglected to mention that Yunho was also an incredibly handsome young man who was more likely to tempt you to sin than to help you atone for it.

"I will help you get rid of your sins, my child." His hoarse voice whispered in your ear as he let the dress fall from your shoulders and down your back.

"I am going to cleanse you of the sin and the impurity of this world." Yunho said as he put a blindfold over your eyes and tied your hands behind your back.

"The only way you will be able to atone for your sins is through pain, and I will help you with that, my dear." He said this, accompanying his words with a lash of his whip across your bare skin.

Say yes to Heaven Pastor Yeosang x Libertine Reader

You never wanted to have anything as much as you wanted to have Kang Yeosang. He was handsome. He looked like an angel. He was everything that you ever wanted to sink your teeth into. He was your church's pastor. And that was what drove the hell out of you.

Yeosang was a simple man—an incredibly sweet and gentle man—who always helped his parishioners find the right path and to find God in their hearts. You, however, could brag about an endless list of sins and vices that you proudly displayed, like your favourite red lipstick. If given the chance, you would paint the whole town red, but mostly you wanted to see it smeared around Pastor Yeosang's handsome cock while you deepthroated him. The two of you came from completely different worlds—a saint and a sinner—but you had always believed that opposites attract.

Every mass was a game of seduction for you, and you wondered how far you could go before the angelic halo over Yeosang's head would crack and he would fuck you senseless. Although you had doubts that he could do it, you had a feeling that he was a virgin and would probably faint at the sight of a pink, wet pussy in front of his pretty angelic face. God, the boy was so holy and inexperienced about sex.

But how wrong you were about him! There are always two sides to every coin, and you will learn from experience that there are some desires that are better left as fantasies. Or the one where Pastor Yeosang fucks you to the last inch of your life and teaches you the concept of out-of-body experiences through orgasm.

Me and the Devil Lucifer Seonghwa x Reader Nun

From the day your parents took you to church for the first time, you knew that your life would be one of devotion to God. Of course, this was not the destiny your family wanted for you, but they still supported you on your way to becoming a virgin bride.

The convent where you lived to prepare for your vows was far from home and did not have the best reputation. But the priest of your parish convinced you that it was there, and nowhere else, that you could know God. And he was right; you did know God, but it was not the God to whom you prayed every night of your life.

It all began with dreams. Dark and unholy dreams came to you more and more often. The cold hands of a stranger sliding over your skin, a hot tongue exploring your body and lips as if sin itself were branding you with kisses, all ending with the first rays of dawn. Then this strange cat appeared and would not leave your side for a minute. But what frightened you most was the disappearance of the other nuns. One after the other, they vanished without a trace, until there were only a few novices left in the convent.

The night you took your vows was dark and moonless. So were the eyes of the dark-winged angel who appeared before you. It was as if he were woven of pure sin, depravity, and rage, oozing from his skin like ichor, and the rustle of his wings was the very sound you would hear before your death. But Angel, Lucifer, Seonghwa—call him what you like—came here with one goal: to finally get his bride.

"Do you have faith that your God will be the answer to your prayers, my beautiful bride? Do you believe that he is going to save you?" Seonghwa's lips touched your cheek, and his burning breath flowed across your skin. "You belong to me. Your soul, your faith, your body—all of it belongs to me. And you will accept me as your husband, dear child. Or you will say goodbye to your life at dawn."

There will be a separate post for Mingi, Jongho and Hongjoong. I am going to leave you in suspense, my little bunnies.

There's no harm in a bit of intrigue, is there?

#ateez smut #kpop smut #ateez x reader #ateez imagines #ateez fanfic #ateez yandere #yandere #atz smut #smut #seonghwa smut #hongjoong smut #san smut #yunho smut #mingi smut #jongho smut #wooyoung smut #yeosang smut #seonghwa x reader #hongjoong x reader #mingi x reader #san x reader #wooyoung x reader #yunho x reader #jongho x reader #yeosang x reader #ateez unholy hours

[min-gis]

SEND FOR ME . — jung wooyoung.

pairing. exboyfriend!wooyoung x fembodied!reader

word count. 1.7k

authors note. i am crossposting this fic ! i've already posted it once on another blog, so if it seems familiar - i'm not stealing anyone's work, simply just reposting this on here with another member :') (also worth mentioning: this is kind of old, and my writing style has drastically changed since i wrote this several months ago. just a heads up if anyone’s going ‘why is it so different compared to the rest of her works?’ !)

warnings. tiniest bit of angst i suppose?, SMUT ! MDNI . | no real plot, just pure filth. dom!woo

''the scars on your heart are still mine.''

FROM WHERE WOOYOUNG WAS STANDING, YOU WERE POSSIBLY THE PRETTIEST THING HE HAD EVER SEEN.

With your face shoved into the silky fabric of the sheets covering his bed and his hand gripping onto your hair, Wooyoung established that you were, in fact, the prettiest thing he had ever seen. 

No view could ever beat the one he was currently seeing, he was sure of it; your ass cheeks bouncing against his thighs each time he harshly thrusted into you and tears threatening to spill past the corner of your eyes as you gasped for air. Wooyoung almost let out a dry chuckle at the sight of you, but instead a groan ripped through his chest as he tightened the grip he had around your hair.

“Fuck,” You cried out, your voice coming out muffled thanks to the fabric almost suffocating you; not that you complained, you were the one who had practically begged your ex-boyfriend to fuck you into his sheets, after all.

And who was Wooyoung to decline your request, when you asked so nicely?

Well, if you consider almost spitting in his face and yelling at him for half an hour as asking nicely, then you most definitely did.

“Cat got your tongue, baby?” Wooyoung chuckled behind you, your lips parting as he kept pounding into you; his cock hitting your sweet spot each and every time. “Fuck you,” You breathed, not sure if the man behind you even heard the words trailing off your lips.

But Wooyoung did hear what you said, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth in disapproval as he grabbed onto the roots of your hair; using your hair to pull your upper body off the sheets and letting your back collide with his bare chest.

You let out a yelp in both surprise and pain as he forced your head back, the back of your head hitting his shoulder as he continued to pound into you. “That’s not very nice, now is it?” He hissed into your ear, not letting go off your hair. You tried to get the words you so desperately wanted to leave your throat out, you really did; to no avail. 

But the way he was still pounding into you, the tip of his cock slamming against your g-spot was making it practically impossible for you to utter as much as a single word. Instead, you let out a whine followed by your lips parting as you gasped for air. A smirk formed on Wooyoung’s lips as he realized you were too fucked out to even reply, wrapping his free arm around your waist to pull you even closer to him, making it easier for him to pound into you even harder.

“You’ve always been so ungrateful, haven’t you? Haven’t even thanked me yet,” He let out through gritted teeth, his fingers slipping out of your hair; his rough hand grabbing into your jaw instead. Forcing you to look up at him, he let out a groan at the sight; your eyes glossy and saliva almost dripping down the corner of your mouth as your eyes met.

“You gonna thank me?”

With your lips still parted, you shook your head no. A dry chuckle left Wooyoung’s throat, his grip on your jaw tightening. “No? Then we’re done here.”

Your eyes widened as his thrusts came to an abrupt stop, feeling his cock slowly slip out of you. Desperately shaking your head, you grabbed onto his forearms. “No,” You whined, a smirk forming on his lips as he watched a tear make its way down your cheek. “Please don’t stop, please Woo, want you so bad,” You cried, not caring about how desperate you sounded; not right now, not when you were so close.

Squeezing your cheeks together, he pouted as he looked at you, “Yeah?” He let out, gently shaking your head back and forth. You quickly nodded in response, not taking your eyes off him; watching as he mocked you. “Poor baby.” He whispered, letting go of your face.

Your lips remained open, waiting for his next move; feeling him almost slip out of you completely, leaving only the tip of his cock inside of you - the sudden feeling of feeling empty washing over you. 

Wooyoung, however, wasn’t done playing with you just yet. Letting the pad of his thumb swipe across your wet lips, watching the way your saliva coated his finger with his lips parted; fighting against the urge to let his cock slip into you again, growing desperate to feel your wet walls pulsate around him. 

You suddenly felt him place his thumb on the tip of your tongue, automatically causing you to stick your tongue out; letting him rest it on top of your tongue before slowly fucking it further down your throat. Keeping your eyes on him, you watched as he tucked his bottom lip in between his teeth; the sight and feeling of your wet muscle swirling around his thumb causing his cock to twitch inside of you.

His gaze once again met yours, his thumb still placed against the surface of your tongue. “Are you going to be a good girl for me?” His words caused you to immediately nod, the back of your head hitting his shoulder as you nodded. Wooyoung just grinned in response, seeing you so desperate, so pretty almost causing him to fill you up right there and then.

“Good girl.”

You didn’t even have time to think before he suddenly postponed his hips forwards, your eyes rolling back as he filled you up to the brim; a loud moan leaving the back of your throat as you let your head rest against his shoulder. Wooyoung was quick to go back to the previous ruthless pace he had set for himself, giving you no time to readjust to his size - your pussy clenching around him so perfectly causing a groan to leave his lips.

With his thumb still pressed against your tongue, his other hand sneaked its way down to your cunt; his fingers brushing against your throbbing clit causing yet another whine to emerge from the back of your throat.

“You know,” He grunted into your ear, “You still haven’t said thank you.”

“Thank you, thank you! Fuck, thank you Woo,” You panted, your words half muffled thanks to the thumb placed against your tongue as his fingers lingered just above your cunt, a chuckle of satisfaction trailing off Wooyoung's lips. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

The pads of his fingers suddenly made contact with your clit, the feeling of his rough fingers rubbing against your cunt accompanied by his cock dragging against your slick walls causing whimpers to trail off your lips, a familiar knot beginning to form in your stomach. Pressing a kiss against your shoulder, he rubbed circles over your clit; the noises you were making causing him to fuck into you even harder. 

“You hate me so much, hm? So much that you let me fuck you?” He hissed into your ear, knowing you wouldn’t respond; you were too gone to even consider replying to him. “Yelling at me like you hate me, when you’d do anything for my cock,” He chuckled, his thumb slipping out of your mouth; letting you breathe, causing you to gasp for air.

“No one could ever fuck you like I do, you got that?” 

Too fucked out to reply, you repeatedly nodded your head; your eyes fluttering shut as his words caused your orgasm to approach you even faster. Wooyoung grabbed onto your jaw once more, causing your eyes to barely flutter open once more; his fingers still rubbing quick circles over your clit. “Answer me.” He breathed through gritted teeth, watching as you desperately tried to form a sentence. 

“Fuck, yes! No one will ever fuck me like you do,” You panted, your words coming out slurred. He just hummed in response, his hand leaving your face again; grabbing onto the side of your body - just to fuck into you even harder, something you thought wasn’t even possible.

But it was, and it didn’t take long for the knot in your stomach to unravel. “Woo, I’m gonna cum,” You whined, your whole body shaking as he kept pounding into you; his nails digging into your skin. “You’re gonna cum?” He let out behind you, his speech muffled as he pressed a rough kiss onto the surface of your shoulder; causing you to nod for the nth time that night. 

“Then cum, make a mess all over my cock for me.”

As soon as the words trailed off his lips, you felt the knot that had formed in your stomach snap. A broken cry emerged from the back of your throat as your whole body went stiff, an overwhelming orgasm washing over you. Wooyoung couldn’t help but grunt as he felt you clench around him, a mix of your arousal and cum slapping against his abdomen each time he slammed his cock into you.

You let out a gasp as you squeezed your eyes shut, trying your best to come down from your orgasm; too gone to even realize that he had slipped his cock out of you, his hands leaving your body.

You were on the verge of collapsing when Wooyoung grabbed onto your hair once again, causing you to gasp as your eyes fluttered open. Before you knew it, he had turned you around and pushed you onto your knees; a smirk plastered on his lips as you looked up at him. 

A chuckle left his lips as you looked up at him, your eyes filled with confusion and your lips parted as you desperately panted; still coming down from your orgasm.

“Oh, baby,” He cooed, his hand grabbing onto your cheeks as he gently stroked the skin using his thumb. “You don’t think we’re done, do you?” 

You gulped upon hearing his words, and Wooyoung swiped the pad of his thumb across your lower lip once again; a grin forming on his lips as he tilted his head. “Be a good girl and open your mouth for me, hm?”

Staring at the man standing on his knees above you, your eyes wide and lips parted; you realized you had a long night ahead of you - a small smile forming on your lips as you realized you had accomplished what you had hoped for.

You still knew your ex-boyfriend like the back of your hand, it seemed. 

#— ☆ wooyoung. #ateez smut #wooyoung smut #wooyoung hard hours #jung wooyoung smut #jung wooyoung hard thoughts #wooyoung hard thoughts #jung wooyoung hard hours #jung wooyoung #ateez hard hours #ateez hard thoughts #wooyoung x reader

[pathetic-sapphic]

Arcane milfs reacting to their love interest confessing, please? After the last one, my women deserve some love 😭😭😭😭

Arcane milfs when their crush confesses first

SEVIKA's reaction is so damn heartwarming, it only serves to further seal your feelings for her. She's blushing and stammering, covering her mouth with the back of her hand and looking to the side. She's pointedly avoiding your gaze, her insides feeling like mush as your sweet confession replays in her mind. Sevika took on many lovers in the past, but that's all they were. She never had a romantic partner and, although she has been confessed to before, no one managed to worm themselves into her heart quite as much as you did. She quietly returns your confession before arranging for the two of you to have a proper date. She'd be damned if her girl only hung out with her in the smoke-laden Last Drop. No, Sevika plans on taking you out properly. She walks you home that night and gives you a soft goodnight kiss, telling you to stay safe. After all, you have a date you need to get to.

GRAYSON feels flattered, frankly. She did wish to be the first to woo you with her confession but seeing you take that step first makes her heart feel all warm. The look she has on her face during your confession is full of adoration and love, she is having a hard time holding back. Once you're done, Grayson pulls you into a big, warm hug. One of her arms is wrapped around your waist while the other is cradling the back of your head. Her voice is deep and raspy in your ear, as she tells you how your feeling are more than returned. She has loved you from afar for so long, but was always too afraid to tell you. Afraid of ruining your friendship, afraid of turning you into a target for her enemies... she has already sacrificed so much and, damn it, the world should just let her have this one good thing to hold onto. That day, as you rest in her embrace, Grayson vows to always keep you happy, safe and healthy.

You never thought that you'd see the day when CASSANDRA visibly blushes but here you are. You were incredibly nervous to admit your feelings to someone so regal and important but you simply couldn't keep it in anymore. You fully expected rejection and resentment but got none of that. Instead, Cassandra smiled softly, taking your hands into her gloved ones and lifting one of them up to her lips, pressing a soft kiss against your palm. She looks you in the eyes, calmly explaining that she returns your feelings, she has for a while. Cassandra chuckles at your shocked face and pulls you in for a soft kiss, caressing your cheek with her thumb as your lips meet hers. Once you both pull away, she rests her forehead against yours and closes her eyes, relishing the moment. Her duties can wait, for now she wants to stay right here, bathing in your attention and warmth as she plays with your hair and whispers the sweetest of nothings into your ear.

One thought that frequently crossed AMBESSA's mind is that you cannot get any more adorable than you already are. Alas, you proved her wrong once again. See, that's one of the admittedly many things she loves about you; you never cease to surprise her. Even now as you stumble and blush through your confession, Ambessa thinks she has never seen a more gentle and more beautiful creature than you. She stays quiet and waits for you to push through with your mini-speech. Once you're done, you keep your head hung low out of embarrassment and the fear of rejection creeps in. Thankfully, Ambessa doesn't let you spiral as she lifts your chin up, the gentleness of her action an astounding contrast to the roughness of her fingers. She looks at you with a rare, loving expression. For the first time in decades, Ambessa lays her feelings bare, only for you. She explains all the ways in which you've melted her once frozen heart and how she never thought she could feel romantic love for anyone until she met you. You are so different, so much better than anyone she has ever involved herself with and she plans on showing you her full appreciation for that.

#arcane #arcane x reader #arcane headcanons #arcane sevika #sevika x reader #grayson x reader #cassandra kiramman x reader #arcane grayson #arcane cassandra #arcane ambessa #ambessa medarda x reader

[brittle-doughie]

CRK Twitter is shitposting again. Also might be using a different writing format for these shorts lol

The six of you were all aboard the Red Velvet Dragon, there was a new movie playing very soon and you all have to get there before a large line forms.

You: *sighs*

This irritated Pomegranate Cookie, how dare Affogato Cookie keep her Master and Lord/Lady waiting.

Pomegranate: Where is Affogato Cookie? He’s testing me and my Lord’s/Lady’s patience…

Licorice: He said he had to do his makeup or something before we left.

Dark Choco: It’s been 15 minutes.

Pomegranate: It’s a simple movie showing, I fail to see the need to try and woo my Lord/Lady at this occasion.

This statement ended up just making Pomegranate even more irritated, the scowl on her face worsening. You could sense it, so you try to change the subject to something that needed to be addressed.

You: So why was it the Barbie movie again?

Dark Enchantress: It was done by the draw of a slip of paper in a hat…

You: And who placed that suggestion in there?

Pomegranate: ….

Dark Choco: ….

Licorice: ….

Poison Mushroom: Licorice Cookie, I saw you place it in the hat-

Licorice: WHA-NO! I saw you write it and put in the hat! Why would I want to watch a movie around Barbie?! PAH!

Pomegranate: Are you lying to them?

Licorice: I’m not, I SWEAR! Y/N Cookie, you believe me, right?!

You: I am willing to give you the benefit of the doubt.

Pomegranate: Be grateful for their generosity, Licorice Cookie.

Licorice: Phew…

Dark Enchantress: It’s rather unfortunate that Red Velvet Cookie will not be joining us.

You: The theater doesn’t allow pets, he’s not going anywhere without Chiffon. So Dark Choco gets his ticket.

Poison Mushroom: Dark Choco is back yaaaayyyy

Licorice: I still don’t get why it had to be the traitor prince himself though-AAH!

Licorice is spooked when Dark Choco Cookie brandished his sword in front of him.

Dark Choco: Watch your words…

Dark Enchantress: Oh hush with your arguing, remember who paid for these tickets..

Licorice: Me!

Pomegranate: You could barely afford your own, again it was the generosity of my Lord/Lady to pay for all of us…

Licorice: That’s 1/6th, still counts as a portion of it.

You: It’s nothing, you can pick up on a lot of coins if you know where to look.

Pomegranate: May I get the seat next to you, my Lord/Lady? Between you and my Master?

Pomegranate fantasized being seated between you and Dark Enchantress Cookie, she imagines as you wrap an arm around her to bring her close. She sighs contentedly at the prospect.

Licorice: I’ve worked hard, lemme get the seat next to them!

Pomegranate: What?

Poison Mushroom: You’ll sit next to me, Y/N Cookie, rrrright?

Dark Choco: Their soul is already corrupted enough, I will get the seat.

Pomegranate: Let a traitor sit next to my Lord/Lady? I will not allow that! My efforts far exceed your own, Licorice Cookie!

Licorice: You always get cozy with our Lord/Lady, it’s bad enough that you always seem to follow them around. Let me relish this.

Dark Choco: You two get to be around Y/N Cookie more often, this movie may be the only time I get to be close to them.

Pomegranate: I get the seat next to them and that is the end of the story.

Licorice: You wish!

Dark Choco: Stubborn fools!

Dark Enchantress: Enough, all of you!

Affogato: Apologies for being late, I had to make sure I look dazzling for the occasion. Especially when I’m seated next to my Lord/Lady.

Everyone: What?

Dark Enchantress: The seats are designated by the purchase and Affogato got the one next to Y/N Cookie. I’m not even seated next to them. A load of rubbish is what I’m seeing

The whole ride to the movies was Affogato, smug as a cat, cuddled to your side as he completely ignores the burning glares of 4 cookies, Poison Mushroom was just bummed out :(

#cookie run x reader #cookie run x you #cr x reader #crk x reader #cookie run kingdom x reader #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cookie run ovenbreak #cr kingdom #cookie run ovenbreak x reader #crob x reader #cr ovenbreak #pomegranate cookie #licorice cookie #dark choco cookie #affogato cookie #dark enchantress cookie #poison mushroom cookie

[the-west-meadow]

Omg literally anything w roman but if u have slots open can u do the ‘did u miss me’ prompt i’ll do anything…

god I love writing fucked-up relationship scenarios with Roman. enjoy xo

Roman Roy x Reader

prompt: did you miss me?

The days seemed longer without him. Wandering your empty townhouse, you watched the sky change from morning to dusk, whiling away the hours. There had been no word from Roman since he left for Stockholm to meet Matsson. An urgent mission, so he said. Dispatched by his father, the dutiful son went out to fulfill his task. It sounded almost romantic.

At night you lay atop your bed, remembering him. Roman kept himself locked away, so much of him inaccessible to you. In a way, you preferred it that way. There was less risk involved, fewer feelings to hurt. The word ‘love’ never came up, there was no sense of attachment or obligation. Both of you were essentially free, yet you still felt as if he was holding something back. Something dark and inexplicable.

You came home one late afternoon to find him waiting for you on your sofa. Somehow it didn’t surprise you. But it was your own reaction that caught you off guard. Seeing him there, your heart swelled almost painfully. Roman was back. The endless energy, the flippant remarks, the explicit banter. He looked across the room at you with eyes that hinted something had happened which he had already locked away.

“I broke in,” he said. “Did you know I could do that?”

You set a bag of groceries on the counter.

“I’m not surprised,” you said, shrugging off your coat. “How was Stockholm?”

“Broad questions make me deeply uncomfortable. How am I supposed to answer that? Why are you lingering in the kitchen?”

You stepped into the living room, sitting down in the chair adjacent to him. He spread his arm across the back of the sofa and looked at you. His gaze was distant, unreadable. 

“So,” he said.

“So.”

“I got Lukas to make the deal.”

“Wow. How did you do that?”

“Oh, you know. Just did what I had to do.”

The sun was sinking and a heavy blue darkness crept across the room. Roman kept his eyes fixed on you. You swallowed hard. 

“Well. Congratulations. Your dad will be happy.”

“I don’t think he's familiar with that emotion. But thanks.”

He stood up, slowly circling around to the back of the sofa. He leaned on both elbows and continued to gaze at you.

“What did you do with yourself without me?” he asked.

“I lost track. You were gone a long time.”

“It takes time to woo these obstinate fucks. Lukas is a real mental case. I mean, if you think I’m nuts…”

Watching him, you could feel an invisible force threatening to pull your heart in two. 

“But I caught him in his element. He really came alive in the frigid northern wastelands.”

His tone was light as always, but there was something pained in his expression. 

“Oh, there’s something I was wondering, though…” he went on.

“What?”

Roman's gaze wavered slightly.

“Did you miss me?”

His voice was soft, barely breaking the silence. Yet it cut through you like the sharp tolling of a bell. Your heart lurched and you almost leapt towards him. When you spoke, it was in a broken whisper.

“Of course I missed you, you fucking idiot.”

He clenched the back of the sofa with his fists, head down. 

“Oh,” he said weakly.

“You didn’t think I would?”

You watched as he climbed slowly over the back of the sofa and settled into a ball with his knees drawn in.

“Not after what I did,” he said. “What my dad made me do.”

You rose and went slowly to the sofa, sitting down beside him. He wouldn’t look at you.

“I don’t care what you did, Roman. You live in a world unknown to me. I let you live there. I don’t ask questions. But yes, I fucking miss you when you’re gone. I didn’t realize how much I would.”

“I missed you too,” he murmured. “It actually hurt. I was in physical pain. So fuck you for that.”

He glanced at you. You met each other’s eyes hesitantly. 

“I hate feeling things,” he said. “Look what you’ve done to me.”

“I didn’t want this, either.” 

Roman gave a weak laugh. “Well, that’s nice of you to say.”

“Roman, what happened between you and Lukas?”

“I don’t think you want to hear that.”

“I kind of do.”

“You’re such a fucking masochist. I’m not telling you.”

You stared at each other in the growing darkness.

“But you’re okay?” you asked hesitantly.

“I’m fine. Seriously. I know how to handle myself.”

“Well, I don’t know how to handle you.”

A smile flickered across his face. He leaned towards you, placed his hand on the back of your head, and kissed you on the forehead. A long, lingering gesture that made your heart skip. He pulled back and his eyes glittered with a soft smile.

“You don’t have to. Just enjoy the fucked up rollercoaster ride that is Roman Roy.”

#roman roy #roman roy/reader #roman roy x reader #succession #request #angst #fluff #lukas matsson

[last-words-ofashootingstar]

Kiss it off me

February Filth Fest : Day Seven

Jung Wooyoung x fem reader

a/n: sorry if this one isn't super long, i had some personal thingys

"Ready for another round, Beautiful?"

(>ᴗ•)genre:

smut w/o plot

ಠ_ಠwarning/contents:

not edited, use of aphrodisiacs and alcohol, established relationship, literally feral, an insane amount of orgasms, hot potato but with dom/sub dynamics, unprotected(womp womp), multiple cream pies, nipple play,pet names (baby,love&babe,baby boy, woo), brief blowjob, cum eating and swapping

tags: @cherryxsang @k-drizzle

SMUT UNDER CUT MDNI

"Bam!" You place the plate of cookies down with a wide smile. "They're a little over done but I don't think it should matter..." You lift one up and inspect it, "probably just a little crunchy!"

Wooyoung turns with the drink mixer in his hands, leaning over the table and looking at the cookies. "They look good, Baby. How much did you put?"

You grab the messy paper where you've written down the recipe. "Two teaspoons. That's not a lot, right?"

"Sounds reasonable to me," he shrugs before shaking the drink around. You turn into the kitchen and grab two paper towels, placing a cookie on each and sliding one over to him. He pours the concoction equally into two glasses he's already set up. "My lady." He smiles as he slide the glass to you.

"Thank youuu." You sniff the drink, recoiling and holding a hand over your mouth to hide the laugh that threatens to come out.

"What? What is it?"

"How much gin did you put in here, Babe?"

He shrugs, looking at the bottle that's now half empty. "Not a lot."

"Maybe you should stick to the kitchen, and I stick to the drinks."

"Yeah, no, you're right."

He slides his cookie back over the table to sit next to you, taking his drink with him. You pick up the warm cookie and share a kiss with him before you take a bite.

You make small conversation as you each finish a cookie and your very strong drinks. You lean over and rest your head on his shoulder, and he cranes his neck to kiss the top of your head.

"You feel anything, Baby?"

"No. You?"

"Nada. Maybe we got a dud or something."

--

"Holy fuck!" He cries, hands tightening on your hips as you grind down on him. "S'good! Fuck me so good! So good," he moans like a prayer. He leans his head back with a whimper as he cums into you again. It makes you cum around him in response, leaning into his neck and licking up his sweat.

You've been at it for at least two hours, and neither of you can stop. He's came into your cunt at least five times, and you've gushed around him six? Seven? Your brain has turned to mush at this point. All you can think is Wooyoung. Wooyoungs dick. Wooyoungs hands grabbing at your tits.

"Baby, please!" He whimpers, hands massaging your skin. "Keep going, keep going, please, please, fuck me, fuck me," he whines like a broken record, hip's barely bucking up into you to meet your harsh bounces. "Please, I need it!"

All he can think is you. Your warm cunt filled with cum still around him. Your sweet praises. Your fingers tweaking his sore nipples. Your tongue rolling over them.

You slap one of your hands over his mouth and tell him, "then take it."

His hands travel down to your hips and flips you over, holding your hips down as your body bounces with the force of his thrusts. "You take it. I'm going to fuck you so full you can't fucking think."

"God, Woo! You're- fuck... holy shit, Love. You're so good, so good to me! Fuck me so good!" He brings his hand down to your clit and has you cumming again just at the contact alone, fucking you right into another one with his erratic thrusts and his finger twirling around. "Baby, cum..." You don't know whether you're asking him to cum or telling him you just did, but it's all that your mind can muster up.

He flips you over again, holding your hips down to his as close as he can as he over-fills your pussy. You pull up off him and cum drips out of you onto his hard cock. You both moan at the sight, worked up beyond belief. He's about to wipe it up when you swat away his hand and scoot down, leaving a trial of cum drops as you make your way down. "What are you doing, Baby? Keep going, please keep going!"

"Calm down, Baby Boy." You lick up some of the puddle on his lower stomach, savoring the flavor as your swallow. He has to physically hold himself back from releasing again at the sight. "Gonna kiss it off you."

He groans loudly, hand wrapping itself up in yours as you begin kissing and licking all over his stomach and pelvis. When he's both clean and painfully hard, you lower yourself down even more to his cock. "Want me too, Babe?"

"Yes," he breaths heavily, whining as you lower your mouth down on his jizz covered cock. "Ha~" he holds down his hips with his free hand, squeezing yours tightly in the other. "Fucking amazing, Baby. I'm gonna cum... I'm gonna-"

You scoop it up on your tongue and are back on him in the next second, settling on his cock,still hard, and connecting your mouths as you hold his open. He laps up your tongue, moaning into your open mouthed kiss as he swallows up the cum you've collected. You cradle his face as you pull away and admire the sight.

His eyes are almost fully black, unblinking as he admires you like you do to him. His mouth is slick and swollen and glazed in cum- yours, his, it's impossible to tell.

"So beautiful," you chime together. "Oop-" he laughs, leaning into your shoulder as you lay ontop of him in laughter. He slides his hands up and down your back, leaving a few kisses to your sweaty skin.

"Ready for another round, Beautiful?"

#february filth fest #jung wooyoung #wooyoung #ateez wooyoung #ateez #ateez smut #wooyoung smut #smut fic

[inzsanewrites]

Im the same anon who asked for kinda like komi ask LOL but i wanna ask this time for a s/o who acts like the "dominant" one in the relationship?? LIKE they're usually the more affectionate one, more giddy?? Like a golden retriever m stuff they act tough and sometimes tease jin-woo and flirt but if jin-woo flirts back they just start to malfunction for the whole day www

Golden Retriever S/O

⚠️: Suggestive content

As soft touches gently pressed to his shoulder, Jin-Woo opened his eyes. He eyes didn’t even fully adjust to the sunlight as he placed his hand on your head, pausing his movements.

“Sarang, what is it?”

Your eyes twinkled as you nuzzled your head further into his hand.

“You have to go to Jin-Ah’s school today at 11, remember? I was waiting for you to wake up but you looked like you were gonna sleep in so I thought I would wake you.”

Jin-Woo spared a careful glance at the clock that flashed a bright 10:14 at him before jolting up.

“Crap! I forgot it was today. Thank you, love.”

You barely got a kiss to the forehead as Jin-Woo sped past you to the bathroom, that left you blushing by the door. Thankfully, you recovered quickly and figured you would head to the kitchen to get a head start on breakfast.

Although by the time Jin-Woo would be attending Jin-Ah’s school, lunch would be more suitable. After much deliberation you settled on something faster to eat but still filling. You heard the shower start as you turned on the stove and by the time you had finished packing the food, Jin-Woo rushed out in his usual black attire and smothered your face in kisses before he shadow transferred.

You quietly stared at the spot Jin-Woo once stood .

“… You forgot your lunch.”

—————

Jin-Woo sighed in relief when he looked at clock and realized he was early. He made his way to Jin-Ah’s teacher’s office and took a seat, happy his heartbeat was able to rest since he had first woken up. He was a bit regretful though as he could have spared a few more moments with you instead of missing you but as much as he could stop time he couldn’t slow it.

He looked at his watch and calculated the time depending on what the meeting was about he could be out in 1-

“Sung Jin-Woo!”

His heart elevated at both the sound of you voice and use of his name. He quickly got up from the chair in an attempt to make him seem more aware of what he may have done.

“Yes, Sarang?”

He noted that your beautiful eyes held a playful undertone in them as you approached him.

“Don’t ‘sarang’ me. I spent time and effort on your lunch this morning and you didn’t even acknowledge it so from now on don’t you even think about leaving with on your own. I won’t provide for you if you do so.”

Although he knew you were joking he wasn’t completely oblivious to the incredulous looks some teachers and parents were giving him.

But before he could even get a word in to clear up the situation, you spoke up once again.

“This isn’t the end of this. Just wait til you come back home, I’ll deal with you then.”

And with that you spun on your heel and left, leaving Jin-Woo completely exposed to the side eyes and whispering of the adults around him.

—————

You were innocently giggling to yourself at the new skit a comedy channel had brought on as Jin-Woo walked through the door. Before you could get up and drown him in affection he spoke:

“Sarang, can we talk?”

You gave him a nod, a bit confused.

“Of course.”

Jin-Woo took a seat next to you as you turned off the tv. He then outstretched his arms towards you.

“Can you come here?”

Again you nodded and made your way onto his lap, your back against his chest. Before you could ask anything his hands slipped under your shirt, one wrapping itself around your waist, bringing you closer, and the trailing high enough to make you blush.

“You know I never want to discredit anything you do for me right, Y/n-ah?”

You hesitantly nodded, stuttering in your movements a bit as Jin-Woo’s hands started to fondle.

“And you know I never want you to feel under appreciated right?”

You couldn’t even respond in any way as you feel soft nibbles on your earlobe and the higher hand start pinching.

“But it seems like I failed to do that this time around so…”

Now you were pressed onto the couch, completely sure your face was hotter than the surface of the sun and a near predatory Jin-Woo on top of you.

“Let me make it up to you.”

A/N: So many drafts… so many rewrites… and the minors… anyways I’m sorry this is late ( ◕‿‿◕ )

#solo leveling #solo leveling x reader #sung jin woo #sung jinwoo #sung jin woo x reader #sung jinwoo x reader #sung jin woo imagines

[themidnightghoul]

RAINDROP #4 chronic illness princess rain my beloved

Hilariously, this took me a minute to get to because chronic pain has been kicking my ass lately so woo for channeling my frustration into this piece!

“One of those fucking days,” Rain sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed. He knew it was coming, could feel it like a storm rolling in deep in his bones. Yesterday was a good day, a day where he didn’t need his mobility aids and felt like he could do all of his chores without breaking a sweat. Hell, he was even able to go a handful of rounds with Phantom and only felt slightly sore afterwards. But today? Today, it was like he was moving through quicksand and he had barely even done anything save for waking up. 

Sighing, he rested his head on his hands, fighting tears. It never got any easier realizing that he wasn’t like the rest of his pack. They didn’t need help walking or doing something as simple as getting out of bed in the morning. They were able to do so much all the time and Rain never saw them struggle or fail to do the things they wanted to do. They never had days where all they could do was writhe around in bed because the pain was so bad, so strong, so soul crushing that just breathing was like a knife in their chests. No, they were normal and he was broken.

Reluctantly, he reached for his phone resting on the nightstand to text Dew. He hated this part, probably more than having to deal with his broken vessel on days like this. Asking for help made him feel weak, like a burden on his pack that they shouldn’t have to deal with. His fingers moved slow, aching with every press on the screen, and when his door suddenly opened, he jumped and dropped his phone on the rug beside his bed.

“Shit what-” Rain looked up and couldn’t help the sigh of relief that left his mouth. “Dew.” 

Dew immediately rushed to the bed, kneeling down in front of Rain and picking his phone up. “Hey Water Lily,” he spoke softly. It crushed Rain to hear his voice like that and he wanted to scream in frustration.

“Don’t do that,” Rain whispered.

“Don’t do what?” Dew’s hands rested on Rain’s knees, kicking up his heat to soothe Rain’s aching joints.

“Pity me.” It was harsh but there was no venom behind his words. He could barely think straight and he really was relieved that Dew had shown up before he had even texted him, but he hated feeling like Dew felt sorry for him. “I was texting you…” he trailed off.

“I came as soon as I felt it. It’s a bad one today, yeah?” He moved his hands up and down Rain’s thighs, pressing warmth into his skin as he went. 

Rain’s response was a choked sob as tears began to fall, unable to control his emotions when all of his focus was on not wailing due to the amount of pain he was in currently. Dew crawled into the bed and pulled Rain against him as gently as he could manage. When Rain winced, Dew slowed down and apologized repeatedly until he had Rain on his back with the Fire Ghoul propped up next to him. His hands moved along every bit of skin that he could reach and Rain could feel the relief spreading throughout his body, sighing softly as the pain eased temporarily. 

“Dew…it hurts so much…” A fresh wave of pain hit his hips and he tensed, causing even more pain to radiate through his bones. “Just..just let me rot here.”

Dew chuckled, knowing how dramatic Rain tended to get when he felt like this. He was no stranger to the chronic pain that his beautiful Water Ghoul experienced, always willing to be his portable heating pad when necessary. It seemed that today was an especially bad day and as soon as he felt the wave of pain hit him through their bond, he rushed to his room without hesitation, leaving in the middle of his conversation with Cirrus.

“Not today, Princess. But how about this, tell me where it hurts?” 

Rain just groaned. “Fucking everywhere, Dewey.”

Leaning down with a smile, Dew planted a kiss on Rain’s shoulder. Slowly, he moved across his collarbone until he reached the other shoulder, leaving gentle kisses as he moved. Taking Rain’s hand in his, he kissed down the beautiful blue skin of his arm, giving an extra kiss to the nearly translucent fin on his forearm, all the way to each of his fingers. After he kissed his pinky, being careful to avoid his nails, he looked up at his Water Ghoul who was no longer crying but smiling and blushing.

“I hope you have all day, baby. I’ll kiss every bit of your pain away until you’re all better.” 

Rain didn’t dare mention that his pain had mostly subsided once Dew was about halfway done. He was more than happy to spend as much time in bed as possible being cared for by his mate. As stubborn and prideful as he could be, he’d never pass up the opportunity to have Dew doting on him for as long as possible. 

Kiss prompt!

#midnight writes #chronic pain rain #he’s very special to me #raindrop #rain ghoul #dewdrop ghost #ask midnight to write #kiss prompt

[mythica0]

I’ll give you something to laugh about!

🎂: TADC

🧁: Jax

🍫: Ragatha

Summary: Jax decides to pull a few pranks on Ragatha. She shows him something worth laughing about.

A/N: first TADC fic!!! :D! I might be sliiightllyy obsessed with asshole rabbit man.(I have a squish on him even though he’s a jerk). Also he needs to be wrecked I don’t make the rules.

I’ll give you something to laugh about!

Jax was whistling. Always a bad sign. He walked down the hall of rooms with his hands behind his back and his yellow smile wide as ever.

Eventually, he came upon the door he was looking for. ‘Aha, there she is.’ He looked upon the door with Ragatha’s face printed on the circle imbedded in the digital wood.

He pulled out his key to her room.(don’t ask how he got them.)

Then he sneaked his way in with a cartoonish slide and pushed the door closed in the same motion. Pulling a jar out of seemingly nowhere, he opened the lid, letting a large house centipede in her room. But he wasn’t done yet.

Then, the purple rabbit took a glass of water and placed it near the night stand, which he saw the centipede crawl under. ‘This’ll be fun.’ And a chuckle leaves his toothy smile.

———

Ragatha was just leaving the bathroom. Although none of them technically had to use it, they still liked to take time in there to wash their hands, shower and other stuff just to feel at least slightly normal in this crazy digital world. (Jax also liked to use it as prank-planning central but no one else knew that.)

She headed back to her room, where she came upon a whistling Jax.

“Oh, hey Jax! Where are you off to?”

“Oh, nowhereee, just going back to my room.”

Ragatha would’ve raised an eyebrow if she had them. “Why weren’t you already in your room?”

“Is a rabbit not allowed to take a walk through the hallways once in a while?”

Ragatha’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Sure.” She spoke sarcastically.

She kept walking, not noticing that Jax in fact did not enter his room, but stayed behind her with his mischievous grin, watching for her reactions. 

As soon as she entered her room, Jax heard a loud scream, followed by a crash and a splash.

Ragatha exited her room as soon as she entered it, dripping with water and she yelled angrily, “JAX!”

In the hallway, she saw the aforementioned rabbit doubled over in laughter, and wiping a non-existent tear from his eye.

“Heheh! Oohohoh, you should’ve heard you’re scream! I bet your face was even funnier. Heheh.” Jax made an innocent face for a moment. “How’d you like you’re present?”

He barely got the last word out before he burst into even louder laughter. “Oh ihihi cahahan NOHOHOT Sahay thahat with a strahahaight fahahace. Woo!”

“JAX! it isn’t funny!”

“And that is where you’re wrong doll face, ihit is veeeerrry funny heheh.”

“Weeell~” Ragatha suddenly had an idea for revenge.

“If you think that’s so funny, then you’re gonna love this!”

Before he knew it, Jax was on the floor, with a ragdoll overtop of him. He let out a small, confused “huh-?” That was quickly cut off by even more laughter as Ragatha started to scribble against his belly.

“Hehehehey! Whahahat doho yahahah thihihink yohohou’re dohohoin heheheh!”

“What seems to be the matter? You like laughing, don’t you?” Ragatha retorted, with a obvious veil of innocence.

“Ohoho shuhuhut ihit yohou [BLEEP]” a loud sound cut off Jax as he swore.

“This should teach you not to mess with me.”

“I mahahake noho prohohomihises- AHEHEH!”

“Then we’re gonna be here a while.”

And Indeed they were. Jax absolutely refused to promise not to mess with Ragatha again, but eventually she let up anyway. She stood up and encouraged Jax to do the same.

Jax stood, panting slightly and letting out leftover giggles.

“Just know, that if you ever mess with me again, I will give you something to laugh about.”

———THE END————————————————

#parrotwrites #TADC tickles #lee Jax #ler ragatha #sfw tickle community #sfw tickles