#melo x reader

[mariposa-writes]

Good Sleep - LaMelo Ball

Summary: hate writing these, so just read and find out.

A/N: This man is the love of my life (and his brothers).

It was hard, dating an NBA player. Not that it was Melo's fault. He tried to make things as easy as possible. He called whenever he could, making sure to at least check in on me once a day.

It wasn't like I made things any easier. I took a lot of pride in my job and it felt like a lot of the time when he was home, I was busy working.

Which is what I am currently doing. Its around midnight, when I hear the garage open, I know it's Melo. His team was supposed to get back earlier tonight, but their flight got delayed due to weather.

After a few minutes he enters our room. I moved in with him a 6 months ago, since I practically lived there full time anyways. We both also thought it would be a good way to spend more time together.

"Hey, babe." He says walking over to me and giving me a quick kiss on the lips. He heads into our bathroom, getting ready to shower. He hates how he feels after plane rides, always complaining about being dirty. "What are you working on?" He calls from the bathroom.

"Just work stuff." I respond, not having the time to explain. I have to have these reports ready by Monday. I'm a CFO for a major clothing company in the US. We are currently working on expanding to European countries.

Melo showers while I work and before I know it he's climbing into bed. "Babe," He whines, "when are you going to bed?"

"I don't know, soon." I answer, dismissively. He frowns, looking up at me from where he's laying.

"You work to hard. Your not even 22 and your the CFO for a major company. I worry you're gonna work yourself to death." Melo's always hated how hard I work. We've been dating since we were both 19.

I was getting ready to graduate college, when he was getting drafted into the NBA. Being born a genius helped me fast track my schooling and career.

I started interning with the company I currently work at when I was 17, the summer after my junior year. I started working with them when they were just a start up, but in the past four years they have rapidly grown and I've been a part of the process the whole way.

This company is like my baby and I'm the one that has to track everything to make sure we are achieving our goals. I never intended on working here this long, but I love the people I work with (the pay isn't bad either).

They promoted me to CFO when their old one left to work for a bigger company. What an idiot, they didn't have believe in the company and soon ours will be bigger than the one they are working for.

Three hours later and I'm still working, Melo's passed out. After he fell asleep I headed to the office he set up for me, not wanting to wake him.

I have a blanket wrapped around me, with my headphones in and a cup of hot chocolate sitting on the desk. Once I get this done, I'll be on Monday and present to our investors I will be on vacation for the next 9 days.

I haven't told Melo yet, wanting to surprise him since our schedules rarely line up.

I look up from my computer, when I see the hallway light turn on. I take my headphones out, knowing it's Melo. He walks into my office, frowning. "Babe, go to bed." He groans.

"Ok, just give me a few minutes."

"Nope, you always say that and then a few minutes turn into another hour or two and then you're only getting like 2 hours of sleep before you head into the office." He walks over and shuts my laptop, before pulling me out of the chair.

I whine and protest the whole way back to our bed, but he doesn't seem to care. He makes me lay down and tucks me in like I'm a little kid, before climbing in bed next to me.

Once he's in bed his, arm wraps around my waist as he pulls me closer resting his head on my stomach. "Finally, I can sleep now."

"You've been asleep this whole time." I argue.

"Yea, but now I'll get good sleep. I only get good sleep when you're with me." I smile, even though he can't see me. I continue playing with his hair, before we both drift of to sleep in each other's arms.

[pinkmelodie]

König & his demonic back shots are plaguing my thoughts 😣😣

Warnings: 18+, this is pure filth so like yeah🤨 König x female reader, p in v, just a short blurb ୨୧

Cause I know damn well this man would give the FILTHIEST back shots. Like you feel like your being resurrected every time he slams you onto his cock.

“Maus- oh fuuuuck…” He groaned, drilling into you with so much force the bed shook.

You were moaning and screaming into the pillow, your backside being held up completely by him. He manhandled you on his cock like a doll, mindlessly slamming into your cunt over and over like he was trying to fuck the demons right out of his body.

He reached down and circled your waist, holding you up with just one arm. With his free hand he rubbed at your clit, always making sure you feel good no matter how pussy-drunk he is. The man is just so big—it feels like he’s everywhere. If you didn’t know any better you’d assume he was reaching all the way down to your throat. The slight pain of him slamming into your cervix overwhelmed your senses and heightened the pleasure along with the feeling of him playing with your clit. You doubted either of you were making it there after this but you could have swore you saw a flash of heavens gates every time he plunged into you.

He spread your legs wider and angled his thrusts to meet that spongey spot inside you every time his pelvis met your ass with an audible slap ! Even the sound of the headboard slamming into the wall wasn’t enough to drown out both your noises. This was definitely gonna earn you a noise complaint—tho it was worth it for the mind blowing orgasm that washed over you when that coil in your stomach finally snapped.

You came all over his cock, leaving a sticky white ring around the base of it that he couldn’t keep his eyes off of every time he slid his thick cock in and out again. With a pathetic whimper you never thought you’d hear come out of a man of his size, he pressed into you as deep as your body would let him and came hard. 

So much of his seed was stuffed inside you that it began to flow out, dripping all over both of your thighs. Before you could complain, he collapsed on top of you, crushing you with his weight. It felt like being stuck under a city bus, but you just sighed and let him have this one.

[melo-bees]

Guts (P.1)

Summary: in which you feel abandoned by your best friend.

Content and warnings: ANGST, very heavy angst, mentions of blood, thoughts of harming others (?), childhood best friend! Coryo. Basically just a bunch of unrequited love angst. Minor body dysmorphia.

A/N: this is probably the most angst thing I’ve ever written. But I’m actually quite proud of how this came out! Also please listen to the song attached to get the context! Thank you!!

Jealously was not something that you were familiar with until these past few weeks.

But now the feeling followed you around like virus. It sunk into your gut and stayed there everything you went nowadays. The feeling flared whenever you thought of him, your childhood best friend, Coriolanus Snow.

You’d been close since the first day of kindergarten. You’d spotted him from across the classroom in his little uniform. He had the brightest bluest eyes you had ever seen and you were immediately intrigued.

From that moment on you had made it your goal to befriend him which came with a little trial and error. The boy a little cold towards everyone it seemed (especially a boy in your grade who was district 2). But your positive attitude had eventually melted his cold exterior. You were attached at the hip since then. You were proud to be his friend too. You were always gushing about high and showing him off to your other friends.

Now you were both in your final years at the academy. Coriolanus and you had been assigned to mentor tributes for the 10th annual hunger games. You hadn’t been too worried about the assignment, you simply didn’t need to win the prize that would be awarded with it. But Coriolanus was working tirelessly to ensure that he would win the prize with his tribute. Much to your dissatisfaction, that meant he had pulled away from you. You hardly saw him anymore and even worse, there were rumors flying around about him and his tribute, Lucy Gray Baird.

She was a star, all shiny and bright. As soon as you had laid eyes on her you felt that virus grow in your stomach. Jealously. The feeling grew and boiled in your gut when you saw Coriolanus taking to her through the zoo bars. He was smiling. He only ever smiled at you like that, why was she getting the same treatment you had always received? The jealousy you felt had turned into an ugly feeling. A ugly, insecure pit grew inside your heart.

How could you ever compare to his shiny new tribute? You couldn’t sing like her and you sure weren’t a born performer like her. You couldn’t captivate anyone with a smile like she could. Your insecurities grew everyone she fluttered her eyelashes in Coriolanus’ direction. You thought you were nowhere near the same level as beautiful as Lucy Gray was. Sometimes you even found yourself thinking you had been given the wrong body. You wanted to beautiful like her. You wanted to be beautiful for Coriolanus. You could see that he was absolutely smitten with her.

To save yourself you had tried to push Coriolanus and his star tribute to the far walls of your mind. You hadn’t really spoken to him in weeks due to the mentoring position. Which to your delight, kept you quite occupied. Although as the hunger games grew closer there were less distractions. But while you were happy with the distraction the feeling of jealousy only grew worse and it turned into a feeling of resentment towards Coriolanus. It simmered in your stomach next to the pit of jealousy. You weren’t quite sure why you were jealous of Lucy Gray, perhaps you just didn’t want your position as his best friend to be given to someone else.

One night you were sitting in your bedroom when you got a call from another girl from the academy, Clemensia Dovecote. She was a nice girl, a little bratty at times sure, but she was your friend nonetheless. Clemensia was hosting a party for the mentors at her parents house. You happily agreed to attend and told her you’d be there in a few short hours.

You arrived at the party in a few hours as promised. You wore a pretty white sundress with lace flowers embroidered out the edges of the sleeves and skirt. You looked darling, according to some of the other female mentors. These were the people you had surrounded yourself with at the party.

After a bit of chatting you excused yourself to the kitchen to find a drink. For a small party for the mentors the house was quite crowded. You squeezed yourself into the kitchen. This space was also crowded. You were being shoved every which way and soon you collided with someone. You felt backwards into their chest. A pair of familiar hands encircled your waist to keep you study.

“Woah, are you alright there?” The voice behind you asked. A shiver ran down your spine. You knew who the voice belonged to.

You pulled yourself out of Coriolanus’ arms. Your heart was beating loudly in your ears and you began to smooth out your dress, avoiding eye contact.

“Yes, I’m fine. Thank you.” You muttered a little too bitterly for Coriolanus’ liking. He reached out and rested a big hand on your shoulder which almost made you jump. A vile feeling cropped up into your stomach as you glanced up at him. He was wearing that smile that was reserved for you but now had been shared with Lucy Gray as well.

“I haven’t seen you in awhile. I’m sorry I haven’t called or anything…I’ve just been so busy with-“

“With Lucy Gray. I know.” You cut him off and shrugged his hand off. You tucked your hair behind your ears and crossed your arms. Coriolanus’ eyes flickered with confusion when you shrugged him off, his smile faltered for a moment. But then it came back as nothing happened.

“You know, I might actually have a chance at winning I think. Sure she isn’t very strong or anything but she’s popular with the people so far. I mean you’ve heard her sing it’s really something.” Coriolanus explained with that charming smile on his face. The way he talked about Lucy Gray made you bristle. You nodded curtly and began to shove your way past him. You didn’t want to hear anymore about her.

“That’s good Coryo, good luck.” You muttered. But then you felt someone grab your arm. Coriolanus. You spun around and met his gaze. His eyes were full of concern and hurt.

“Hey, where are you going? I still want to talk with you.” Coriolanus said softly. You scoffed and tore your arm away from him. You shook your head and crossed your arms again.

“So now you want to talk. Why is that? It is because your little songbird isn’t here to entertain you?” You blurted out. As soon as you spoke a hand flew up to cover your mouth. Coriolanus was left standing there was a look of hurt and confusion on his face.

“What? No, of course not. I just want to catch up with you.” He mumbled to you. Those bright blue eyes bore into your soul. You felt guilt bubble up but it was quickly replaced with the pent up resentment you felt. Your fists curled into balls.

“After all these weeks you want to watch up at a party? You could’ve called me before! But now you want to talk?” You spoke in disbelief. Your voice was gradually growing louder. You were getting looks from the other partygoers in the kitchen. Coriolanus must have noticed because he gently tugged on your wrist and pulled you out of the kitchen, despite your struggle. He stopped in an empty hallway. Coriolanus turned to you and looked down at you, a pained expression crossed his face.

“Where is this all coming from? We’ve both been busy with mentoring. I haven’t had time-“

“Of course you haven’t had time! You’ve been too occupied with your tribute!” You interrupted him again. Jealously bubbled in your throat and spewed out with your words. Coriolanus’ stood in front of you, his eyes full of hurt. It almost made you want to punch that look off his face.

“Why are you so upset? She’s my ticket to university. You out of all people should know that.” Coriolanus muttered. His bright eyes searched your face. You huffed and shook your head.

“That doesn’t mean you have to get friendly with her.” You shot back. You couldn’t stop words from spilling from your mouth now, “What’s so special about her anyways? She’s just some girl who can sing! She isn’t going to last in that arena! Why are you wasting your time on her when you could be spending time with me!” It all spewed out of your mouth before you could stop it. Your chest was heaving as you glared up at Coriolanus. His expression softened and a small frown grew on his face. That only angered you more.

“Why are you wasting time on a girl with a death penalty practically hanging over her head? Why are you so kind to her? She isn’t worth your time, Coryo! She won’t ever be! You say she’s your ticket to university but I’d help you with the cost you know that! I’ll always help you with what ever you need! I’ve been here for you and I always will be because-“ You cut yourself off before the words come roll off your tongue. You bit it back and swallowed. Coriolanus reached out for you.

“I’m sorry-“ He began but you swatted his hand away and shook your head. You turned around in the hallway and began walking.

“I don’t want to hear it Coriolanus.” You called back bitterly as you began walking through Clemensias house. You had been so close to spilling your secret. A secret you had also hidden from yourself.

You wished you had the guts to punch him in the hallway and left him bleeding there.

[pinkmelodie]

Bbf!Jason who hates your ex.. .

~ 18+

“Can you believe this? his following is still filled with other girls! Did he even like me at all??” You whine, scrolling through your ex’s insta who you swore to Jason you already blocked.

“and it’s like I should be pissed at him, but at the same time I just want to be with him again!” You ramble, oblivious to the grip on your hip tightening in frustration. “I should text him. No, wait, shit, should I text him?” You asked, turning to your bestfriend who’s currently holding your hips up.

“are you seriously asking me about your ex while I’m balls deep inside you?” He groaned while rubbing scarred hands along your hips.

You fiddled with the sheets for a moment before frowning, “…well do you agree?”

He glares and before you can even think he's pushing your face into the pillow and quickening his pace until he’s slamming his pulsing cock directly into your g-spot. Your eyes roll back with every brutal thrust and you can’t even catch your breath, loud moans of his name being muffled by his scarred hands entangled in your hair and shoving your face down. You’re drooling over the pillow, pussy squelching on his dick. Your a mess, yet he just hums and admires the cockdrunk haze you settle in that stops you from whining about your shitty ex for once.

I mean come on, you could do so much better. He could treat you so much better, If only you’d let him.

~ ~ ~ Sorry for slow uploads! I don’t even have an excuse tbh. I’m just a lazy mf. Heres some food tho!

[sminiac]

i’m still thinking about your post from earlier - but i started thinking about it with eunseok who just can’t help but groan into your ear when you clench around him as you’re both trying to sleep. he’d have his arm around your waist, chest against your back .. tries his hardest to keep composed but you just feel so good clamped around his thick cock, takes everything in him to not just beg you to let him fuck you!! instead he decides the best thing he can do is make you beg for him, breathing heavily into your ear, asking you if you’re comfortable and taking note of how your voice waivers a little when you speak.. taking it as his chance to ask you “don’t you think you’ll feel more comfortable stuffed with my cock after you’ve came around it?” .. and you know it’s wrong, you know he’s friends with your ex but you can’t help but press back against him, can’t help but lace your fingers through his that are on your stomach and whimper for him to fuck you. he’s so quick to do it. fingers gripping yours, other hand wrapping around your neck as he fucks you silly. ends up pressing you onto your back and laying his weight on you, wrapping his arm around your neck and fucking you with his face buried in your skin, the way you moan his name just makes him want to fuck you harder .. told you that you’ll sleep better after you’ve came around his cock but he finds himself too insatiable to let you sleep after … promising to make you cum multiple times if you’re willing ….

aha … sorry i’ve been thinking HARD ily cutie 💗

What a thing to wake up to, Melo you, your brain. ILY.

Lemme drop in my 2¢ while we’re at it. I think that since he’d have been waiting to get you to himself for a long time coming that his attitude would be very different to what little you’ve noticed when he’s around the members, he’s still pliant in your presence, beckoned by your word so easily, but the more you pursue something way past a general friendship, or at least a mere acknowledgment of his presence- the more his phlegmatic manner starts to dwindle.

Does his best to keep himself still whilst seated in deep behind you when you’re backed up against his chest, the expanse of it new against your frame, one you find yourself subconsciously curling into more and more, it makes his jaw squeeze, legs strained by trying to hold himself back from driving his hips forward.

Squeezing around him and shifting your hips to see if you can pull out a verbal reaction from him, and though some would be satisfied just with the feeling of his tight grip you need more, need to hear him, to know that he’s enjoying it as much as you are. Is the whole act selfish? Maybe, but you knew that Eunseok being so quick to agree lessened the impact of future consequences for having your ex’s best friend’s cock keeping you full and content for the night.

At first he’d be so short with his words, almost shy in a sense, but once he realizes the mess you’re making all over his thighs under the blanket, and the the subtle rock of your body then he’s suddenly so confident, knowing you’re just as needy as him.

The hand on the neck??? I’m so weak, him pressing wet kisses anywhere he can reach, so eager to please but simultaneously so firm in his voice when telling you to: “Stay still- fuck, like that. God.. feel so good baby.” And the hand resting over your stomach part, gosh, makes me think of him guiding your hand to press further down until you can feel the faint bump of the tip of his cock pumping slowly into you, has you whining, curling your head away in sheer pleasure as he asks: “Y’never felt him here, have you? Ohh, my sweet girl, won’t ever have this spot untouched again.”

Gets off on knowing that even though there was someone there before him that he managed to easily exceed the limits set by your ex, and he’s so vocal about it, wants you to know just how much better he is.

[pinkmelodie]

Hopeless Romantic! König <3

Summary: Hopeless Romantic König who meets you at a park and finds love at first sight to be true. You two enjoy a cute date until he takes you home and gives you one last treat ;)

Words: 2342

Warnings: 18+, overstim, König eats F!Reader out, fingering, fluff to smut, praise, cute romance, squirting, certified munch König !!

He feels like an idiot standing there in the scenic park, awkwardly holding a bouquet of fresh pink roses. He’d picked them out specially for her, and took the time to sprinkle glitter onto the beautiful petals, but it was all for nothing. All his effort went to waste as the poor guy got stood up.

Wallowing in his own shame, he barely noticed someone yelling in the distance until it got closer. He finally snapped out of his trance to see a dog running straight at him. He bent down and stopped the panting golden retriever, caught off guard but smiling and petting it.

“Rover! Oh thank gosh…” He thought it might be the angels themselves speaking when he heard that voice, but he looked up to see nothing but a beautiful woman with a relieved expression. Looking at her closely, he figured perhaps he was looking at an angel.

“Thank you for stopping him, he just runs straight off whenever I let him off leash.” You apologized breathlessly.

König smiled, and found himself forgetting the failed date entirely as he got lost in your eyes. “It’s not a problem, he’s quite adorable.” He responded, and he noticed your eyes widen the tiniest bit at his unfamiliar accent.

“C’mere Rovey,” You cooed, and König’s heart pounded in his chest. The dog trotted straight into your arms and sat still while you hooked the leash back onto his collar. Gosh, what König would give for your sweet voice to be directed onto him like that. 

König stood up and you followed suit after making sure your pooch’s collar was secure, and he didn’t miss the way your jaw dropped when you noticed his towering height. Seriously, what are they feeding this man??

You blushed and suddenly felt shy in the presence of this not only polite but incredibly tall man. He was handsome too, with alluring blue eyes that stared at you with such intensity you had to look away. 

Only then did you notice the fallen bouquet.

“Oh! Is this yours? I’m so sorry, did Rover knock it out of your hands-“ you apologized profusely and picked the shimmering bouquet up, handing it back to him. He didn’t give a flying fuck about the fact it fell on the ground tho, he didn’t even notice since he’d been so focused on staring at you.

He shook his head and didn’t bother taking it out of your hands. “No no, no worries. I uhm…I don’t even need it anymore anyways, my date didn’t show up.” He admited with a sigh.

He regretted telling you the moment your expression turned upset. “That’s horrible, I’m sorry.” You muttered sadly, and he felt the desperate need to make you smile again.  “Well this is beautifully made, too bad I couldn’t have been your date.” You joked, trying to lighten the mood but being completely honest.

He stared down at you and blushed as well, “You don’t mean that.” He denied.

“but I do! I would give anything for someone to put this much effort into something just for me.” You admitted, smiling up at him and giggling until you noticed his expression seemed serious.

“Anyone who hasn’t already is a mad man.” He said with a genuine smile, and took the bouquet out of your hands only to offer it back to you. “Little—Rover, was it?—seems to want to explore the park. So, why don’t we all go for a stroll Ja? Rover, me, and…..” He trailed off, so you told him your name.

“And you are?”

“König.” He announced, his addicting accent shining through when he said it.

“Well König…..I don’t see why not.” You accepted his offer and the flowers with a gentle smile that he found himself wanting to see for the rest of his life.

His awful day just got a whole lot better. 

You both spent the day walking around the lovely park, with you having to take twice as many steps just to catch up, which only proved to make him cackle. You admired the ponds and threw sticks for Rover, trusting that König and his long legs could catch up to the hound if he ran too far. He told you about how Austrians typically love to walk everywhere, and you followed up with about a hundred questions about his home country. You even got ice cream, which gave König all types of thoughts when he watched you wipe off the dripping white cream from your lips. He assumed you didn’t notice his stare and flushed cheeks, but you definitely did. Not so much of a gentleman now, hm?

Finally, when it was dark and the park became quiet you both decided to head home. When exchanging numbers you mentioned how you had to walk back to your house since you walked here with your pup earlier in the day for exercise, and König was not having any of that.

“Nein, it’s much too dangerous at night.” he shook his head, leaving no room for argument. “I will give you and your golden a ride home, it’s not a problem.” 

“Really König, it’s okay. I don’t want Rovers hair getting all over your seats.” You whined.

“And I don’t want you getting kidnapped off the side of the street Maus, which sounds worse to you?” He asked, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow.

You tried to argue but came up with nothing and sighed in defeat. “Fine, I’ll let you be annoyingly nice….” You pouted, and he laughed while opening the door for Rover to jump in the back—probably a sign you need a more protective dog if he didn’t even hesitate going in somewhere unfamiliar—and the passenger door for you. 

You gave him directions like his own little passenger princess, looking tiny in the truck that must’ve been specially made to fit someone as giant as him. You dreaded the moment when he pulled into your driveway meaning you two had to part. You’d only met him a few hours ago, yet it felt like you’ve known him for years.

“Have a good night, liebling.” He got out to help you let Rover out and walk you to your door, but before he could turn around to head back to his truck you stopped him. “Actually, would you like to come in?” You offered, setting down the flowers on your counter and smiling suggestively.

He turned beet red like he did at the ice cream stand, but nodded quickly. You giggled and grabbed his hand to drag him inside, pressing your lips together as soon as the front door was closed and Rover was sleeping further away in the middle of the kitchen floor. (Don’t get nasty infront of your pets guys!! They can get scarred for life too ok 😣)

“Jump.” He ordered, and you did as he said and leaped into the air. He caught you with ease, hands grabbing onto the back of your thighs and squeezing the soft flesh. 

He stumbled around for a moment, overly  caught up in your make out session but eventually finding your bedroom. He dropped you flat on your back on the bed, kissing at your neck and seeing which spots got the biggest reactions out of you to start sucking hickeys into.

You moaned and writhed, begging him to do something, and like the gentleman he is, he decided to help you out and tugged down your bottoms, rubbing circles onto your clit through your panties. 

He grabbed your ankles and tugged you to the edge of the bed, spreading your legs wide for him to fit his broad shoulders between. He bit and sucked deep purple marks into your sensitive thighs, watching them writhe in his grasp. 

“König- fuck, please!” You begged, tho you weren’t even completely sure what you were begging for.

“What is it Maus? Tell me what you need.” He asked while pressing kisses up your thigh, leaving love-bites dangerously close to where you needed his mouth most.

“Want…..want your mouth on me. Or your fingers or- ngh! Anything please König- please!” You cried out, already begging pathetically for his touch.

With a devilish smirk he finally tugged down your panties. You clenched around nothing at the cold air and the look of admiration in his eyes as he stared down your cunt. 

“Such a pretty pussy….” he mumbled, “all this just for me sweetheart?” He asked, gathering your slick on his fingers. 

You turned your neck and buried your face in your pillow in embarrassment but he just reached up to grab your chin and turned you to look at him. “Eyes on me.” 

Finally satisfied with your pretty eyes gazing down at him, König delved into your cunt, gripping your thighs and shoving you impossibly closer like he wanted to devour you whole.

Your moans and choked out whines served as fuel for him while he ate you out like a man starved, his big hooked nose bumping into your clit making you shake and arch your back off the soft sheets.  

He dives his tongue into your entrance to fully taste you, and the satisfied hum he releases vibrates in your core and leaves you a leaking, panting mess as he licks you up like your the last bit of water on the Sahara ground.

 He licks a stripe up your pussy until he gets to your clit and starts sucking on it. He’s shameless to the sloppy wet sounds he’s making while he rolls the engorged bud on his tongue and prods a thick finger at your hole. You squirm at how big just the one is—about the size of at least two of yours, maybe more—but you welcome it in with a loud moan of his name. You were already dangerously close by the time he had his mouth on you, but the feeling of just one of his thick fingers slamming into you while he starts to tease another in has you crying out to the stars and cumming all over his hand. 

“That’s it schatz….just like that, mein gott you look so gorgeous when you’re cumming, Ich m��chte für immer zwischen deinen Schenkeln bleiben.” He praised you, still pumping his two fingers into your clenching cunt to ride out your high for as long as possible. 

He pulls his fingers out and licks them clean, leaning down to lick up any of your arousal that spilled onto your thighs. When you finally opened your eyes you noticed him staring at you darkly, and the expression made heat pool in your gut.

“W-what?” You asked, half nervous-half turned on. You went to close your legs but he gripped your marked up thighs and laid your legs over his shoulders to have even better access to your soaked cunny.

“Oh we’re not even close to done prinzessin.” He announced with a smirk before sinking three fingers straight back into your pussy, fully intent on making you squirt for him.

You gasped and nearly choked on your words, “wha-y hah-“ you moaned and twitched in overstimulation until he slowed. 

“Tell me to stop.” It was a question; not an order.

Tears leaked down your flushed cheeks but you gasped out; “keep going” and he smiled, the whole bottom half of his face dripping. He wasted no time diving straight back in, inhaling your scent. “Mit Vergnügen, mein bedürftiges kleines Häschen.” He mumbled into your clit, not even bothering to speak English anymore as he knew your fucked out brain could barely comprehend anything. Four of his large digits split you open, grinding and prodding farther into you than you could ever reach on your own. Without much time he found that sensitive bundle of nerves, and you didn’t fail to let him know when you cried out and scratched at your sheets, chanting his name like a mantra.

“König- ah- KönigKönigKönigKönigpleasefuck- pleasepleaseKönig plea- hah . .!..” You moaned, fisting the sheets desperately.

He relentlessly abused that spot, slamming his fingers into you over and over and teasing your folds with the other hand. He messily sucked on your clit, circling it with his tongue like a lollipop, using every part of himself for your pleasure.

“Come on my gorgeous liebling, mein diamant, mein perfekter Schatz, come for me. Squirt all over my fingers.” He begged, voice whiny and muffled into your pussy while he continued his relentless assault on your puffy cunt. 

“Kö….gonna- fuck m’gonna-“ You managed to stutter out  the warning between moans.

“Go on hase, let go. I’ve got you, go ahead.” He encouraged, ravishing your sweet cunny until you were squirting all over his face with a choked out scream, whole body trembling. You were stuck between running away from the burning pleasure and shoving yourself closer, but luckily you didn’t have to decide as he had you pinned down, groaning into your pussy.

Your vision went blank for a few moments, but you came back when you felt him still lapping lazily at your folds until you were whining and shoving him away. He pouted but stood up to fall onto the bed beside you, pulling your spent body into him and engulfing you like you were a teddy bear.

You giggled and pressed a kiss onto his glistening lips, tasting yourself on them. “Not to sound like a jerk or anything, but I’m glad you got stood up.” You joked.

“Mm, I agree. That was the best, most unplanned date I’ve ever been on.” He bantered back with a cheeky grin. 

You rolled your eyes, but then smiled sincerely. “Yeah, it was. I’m really glad I met you Kö.”

His pupils dilated adorably, like a kid seeing a candy store for the first time. “Me too, schatz.”

The two of you drifted off into a peaceful sleep, but not before you muttered, 

“By the way, that other girl is missing out. You eat pussy like a champ.” 

“You could call me a certified munch.” He bounced back, and your jaw dropped.

. . . Translations:

౨ৎ Ja = Yes, Nein = No

♡ Maus = Mouse 

౨ৎ Liebling = Darling

♡ Schatz = Treasure

౨ৎ Mein gott = My gosh

♡ Ich möchte für immer zwischen deinen Schenkeln bleiben = I want to stay between your thighs forever (goals 😋)

౨ৎ Prinzessin = Princess 

♡ Mit Vergnügen, mein bedürftiges kleines Häschen = With pleasure, bunny

౨ৎ Mein diamant = My diamond

♡ Mein perfekter schatz = My perfect treasure 

౨ৎ Hase = Bunny 

Quick tip: Depending on what device you use, If you highlight the text there should be an option to quickly translate! It’s a lot easier than having to go to Google/Safari/etc to search it up :))

Thank you so much for reading !! It’s 3:00 in the morning rn so I apologize if it’s not very well written :C :C

This is just a sweet little thing to prepare you guys for the FILTHY blurb coming soon 😇😇 get ready!!

[melo-bees]

Snowy Escape

Summary: in which you and Coriolanus get away from the stress of the Capitol

Warnings: none! Just some good ol’ tooth rotting fluff!

A/N: sorry this took so long to get out! But I really enjoyed writing this!

The holidays were a busy time in the Capitol. Everyone decorated their houses extravagantly for each holiday, the streets were lit with Christmas lights and equally bright faces. It was a wonderful time really. Main Street was lit up for the approaching winter holidays. Shops with windows were adorned with Christmas trees and strings of ornaments.

Citizens wrapped up in overly warm coats waddled about the city with cheery rosy-cheeked grins. Holiday spirit was flowing through the entirety of the Capitol. It truly was magical.

But with holiday buzz strict deadlines also came. Especially for the President of Panem. Coriolanus Snow had been fond of the winter months and holidays when he was younger. Before the war the Snows used to decorate his family’s penthouse to be the most festive home on the block. They threw Christmas and New Year’s parties each year. And the gifts he received as a child were wonderful. After the war, though, the holidays were a cruel reminder of what he had lost. He no longer had a big family to celebrate with. Coriolanus’ cousin and grandmother were too poor to afford presents each year. They could no longer throw parties because of the constant risk someone would discover how poor the Snows truly were. So by his teenage years he had simply stopped celebrating the holidays all together. That was until he met *you*. You had always been full of light and love from the moment he met you, that’s one of the reasons he quickly married you. He couldn’t bear to lose such a bright life in his life. Then, during the holidays your spirits grew tenfold. Your first few Christmas’ together were magical. You had quite the obsession with decking out the manor with the most extraordinary decorations. In fact, there was a tree in almost every room. Coriolanus loved spending these moments with you but they became fewer and far between once he became President.

Your husband was swamped with work. Coriolanus barely left his desk. He hadn’t even let you in to decorate his office because he thought it would be too distracting and just couldn’t have that. This made your heart ache for your husband, you thought you had healed his perspective on the holidays. Now he sat shut up in his office each holiday.

After decorating one of the last rooms in the house you approached his office. You had enough of his attitude towards the holidays. You hated seeing him cooped up in a cold room by himself. So you brought up the issue with Coriolanus. Eventually, after a bit of talking he had come up with the idea of buying a nice cabin on the snowy outskirts of the Capitol.

It had been several years since the purchase of the cabin and you adored every moment you had spent there over the holidays. Now that it was the holiday season again, the two of you had packed your things for your annual two week getaway.

The drive up to the cabin was just as magical as spending time in it. The streets were covered with a canopy of snow-topped trees. Evergreen trees acted as protection from the busy Capitol life. You couldn’t take your eyes off the window. Your husband chuckled beside you.

“You know dear, you seem so fascinated by the woods, I might just have to leave you to the trees and take the cabin to myself.”

You turned to him with a cheery smile, a smile that always made his expression soften.

“You’d get lonely in the cabin all by yourself,” you said simply. Coriolanus smiled fondly back to you. He put an arm around your shoulder as the car ride continued.

“I suppose there’s some truth to that, sweetheart.” He pressed a kiss to the top of your head. You curled up next to him in the car, the drive was a peaceful one and you were grateful that you were lucky enough to spend this time with him.

The snow filled drive only took about two hours. It was late afternoon by the time you arrived at the cabin.

The cabin itself was beautiful and extravagant. It more of a log mansion than a cabin but Coriolanus wouldn’t settle for anything smaller. The front of the cabin had humongous windows facing the snowy woods. There was a steep driveway up to the front door which was being a pain to get up to at the moment. The driver hadn’t been able to pull the car all the way up and stopped in front of the driveway. Coriolanus grumbled under his breath beside you. You place a delicate hand on his shoulder and smiled. His expression relaxed.

“It’s alright, dear. We don’t have much to bring in anyways. The driveway is only a few feet long we’ll just bring everything up with us,” you suggested. Miraculously Coriolanus agreed to this plan. He made sure you were bundled up in your long winter coat before leaving the car. He even made you pull a pair of gloves and a hat on from one of the bags. You thought he was being silly until you stepped outside. The cold immediately nipped at your nose. A cold chill ran through your body. Coriolanus stepped out of the car and walked over to you. He wrapped an arm around your waist and met your eyes.

“You can go inside if you’d like. I can grab everything we need.” He tapped his fingers on his waist anxiously. Coriolanus hated seeing you in any sort of discomfort. You shook your head with a bright smile.

“I’m alright! We’ll just be quick about getting everything inside.”

Coriolanus looked you over with a slightly worried expression. He didn’t want you to get too cold. But after a moment or two he nodded and pressed his warm lips to your cold cheek.

“Alright dove, let’s grab our luggage and go inside.”

It only took about 3 trips to move all of your belongings from the car to inside the cabin. The cabin itself was chilly on the inside as well. You shivered and hugged your arms around yourself. Coriolanus noticed this and shed his coat, draping it around your shoulders with a quick kiss to your temple.

“Come sit on the couch, my love. I’ll get a fire going. You’ll be warm in no time,” he said as he gently looped his arm around yours and led you to sit on the plush velvet couch. You curled up in his coat and watched Coriolanus place wooden logs in the fireplace. It was different to see him doing so domestic. Usually the two of you would call for some kind of servant to light a fire but you didn’t have those luxuries here. You didn’t mind, though. In fact you found it endearing. Coriolanus struck a match and threw it into the fireplace, setting the logs ablaze slowly. He gently blew on the flame to coax the fire. After a minute or two a fairly healthy flame grew in the hearth. He stepped back and found his place beside you on the couch. Coriolanus wrapped a strong arm around you and his shoulders relaxed noticeably.

“Hello, sweetheart.” He whispered. He moved a gentle hand to tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear. The gesture made your heart flutter as always.

“Hi, Coryo.” You whispered back to him, the nickname falling off your tongue effortlessly. Coriolanus smiled at his as well and nuzzled his semi-cold nose into your hair. You shivered with a light giggle and he enveloped you in his arms. He held you to his chest with a tight squeeze. You rested your head against his broad shoulders.

“I’ve missed you.” He whispered into your hairline. You tilted your head up to look at him through your eyelashes. You spoke teasingly and rubbed his chest.

“Well, I hope you missed me a lot because you’re going to be bound to me for the next two weeks. You might go insane.”

That brought a smile to his face and he nuzzled his nose against your hairline again. He chuckled and murmured.

“You drive me insane anyways.” This earned him a playful smack to the chest and you shook your head.

“Oh hush.”

The two of you stayed wrapped up in each other for a good few minutes. That’s until you turned your head to see the lonely Christmas tree standing tall in the living room. The two of you had just decided to leave it up all year long so safe the hassle of having to put it down before leaving the cabin. Although, the other decorations were missing. The cabin almost felt lonely.

Coriolanus must have noticed how you looked around and he tilted his head.

“Should we put the decorations now, love?”

Within a few hours the cabin was already more festive than it had ever been. (You couldn’t stop yourself from purchasing more decorations in the city before your arrival). The mantle and fireplace were decorated with stockings and faux holly covered in snow. The grand windows in the cabin were trimmed with the same snowy holly. Lights were wrapped around banisters tastefully and the tree was halfway done with being decorated. An old record was playing the background. Coriolanus had mentioned it was from before the war or something like that. You hung ornaments on the tree meticulously and swayed to the music. Coriolanus was working on the other side of the tree. Or at least that’s what you thought until a pair of warm hands landed on your waist. Warm lips found your shoulder. A light laugh left your mouth and you peeked over your shoulder. Coriolanus was standing over you and swaying a little. He reached for an ornament in your hand and set it to the side. You laughed again and raised an eyebrow.

“I was going to put that on the tree. You know, where it belongs?”

He hummed and shook his head. Coriolanus’ gentle hands turned you towards him. He pulled you away from the tree and to the center of the living room.

“Take a break for a moment, darling.” He said gently. He reached up and smoothed your hair back. You smiled and raised your eyebrows, your eyes meeting his icy blue ones. There was a playful glint in his eye.

“Take a break and do what?” You asked with a small hum.

“Dance, my darling. Dance.” He said quietly. He placed a hand on your hip and squeezed the hand he was already holding. You smiled and placed a hand on his shoulder in return and swayed with him. Coriolanus hummed to the music and pressed his forehead against yours. He closed his eyes and you closed yours in return.

“What’s this song called?” You asked softly.

“Baby, It’s Cold Outside, I believe. It sounds quite old doesn’t it?” He said and then went back to humming. You let out a light giggle and listened to his voice. You loved moments like this with him. These calm peaceful moments were the highlight of your life and you held them dearly to your heart. Moments like these made you fall in love with him all over again. He must have been thinking the same thing because he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek and muttered a soft ‘I love you’. He didn’t need to say the actual words for you to know though. You felt it in his touch. You saw it in his gaze and in his gentle smiles. Even so, you whispered back.

“I love you too.”

[kirbyfigure]

pumkpin-!

[takiberry]

Kiss Me | Asakura Jo x Reader 🧸

@jonillaa hi bff ily this is 4u ‼️🫵 here’s 2/2 of ur repost surprises !!

there’s no specific plot, jo is just whipped for you and wanted to show it more, even if it meant doing more so if you’re uncomfortable with jo smut, i suggest to not read this!! 🤍

nothing too extreme, afab!reader, making out, thigh riding, jo praising reader w/ slight degradation, dom/sub dynamic, petnames put into use, size kink coded

- 🦭

jo wasn’t always one to speak about how extremely whipped he gets for you, at least not around you as he feels shy everytime he thinks about it. he loves everything about you: your smile, your laugh, your eyes, the way you look tiny compared to him. oh how there was so much to list but he was snapped out of his thoughts after jo had heard you walk into his room, he snapped his head up as he admired you from his bed while setting his phone down on the night stand. he always wonders how he was able to score a girlfriend as amazing as you, oh the thoughts that ran through his mind.

“hi baby!” you said happily as you plopped onto the bed with your beloved boyfriend, who was unusually a little too quiet for your liking, yes he’s quiet but never THIS quiet. you were wondering if you had done something, so you held his hand and tilted your head slightly. “jo? baby? are you okay?” you asked as jo just nodded his head, looking at you. something in his eyes but you can’t seem to figure it out, that was until you were snapped out of your thoughts from jo placing you onto his thigh, his large hands now resting on your hips. oh how hard it was for jo to not fuck the soul out of you right then and there, you looked at him and kept your head tilted, still wondering why he was so silent.

jo stared at you for a bit before kissing you, his hands never leaving your hips, you yelped and melted against his kiss as your hands tangled up into his dark hair. jo shoved his tongue into your mouth and started to grind your hips against his thigh, holding you down on it. you gasped and let out a quiet moan, your hands sliding down to his shirt to grip onto tightly. jo kept his tongue in your mouth, his hands going up your shirt as he unclasped your bra and tossing it to the floor. you grinded against his thigh at a faster pace and pulled away from the kiss, burying your face into his neck.

“aw, what’s wrong baby? does that feel good?” jo asked with a bit of cockiness in his tone, you nodded as you moaned against his neck, your hips practically moving on their own against jo’s thigh, he let out a chuckle as he watched how desperately you moved on his thigh. oh how small you looked when you’re on his lap or simply just next to him, he fucking loves it, he may not say it nor show it but he really does love it. he would do so many things to you but he loves watching you get off on his thigh everytime, it gives him an ego boost knowing that you simply cum from his thigh, jo loves how dumb you easily get for him. he flexed his thigh and chuckled at the sound of your moans getting louder. “already going dumb? oh baby we just started.” jo said as he chuckled darkly, boy did that send you into a frenzy because you sped up your hips even more. that didn’t go unnoticed by jo, of course, he scoffed and leaned back slightly as he watched you.

“so desperate, it’s almost like you want me to fuck you, jeez.” he said with another chuckle as he bit onto his lip, feels like he could cum in his pants just by this sight of you getting off. jo rubbed his thigh up against you to help you cum faster, he laughed a bit when you had thrown your head back. “so cute, my pretty princess, hm?” he said as he held your chin to make you look at him, you could nod as your own thoughts were completely clouded from the need to cum, jo noticed this and rubbed his thigh quicker. “i know you wanna cum, princess, go on then, it’s okay.” he said as he watched your expression change, he licked his lips as he felt his sweats get soaked, you had finally came and it leaked onto his sweats, how cute! at least that’s what jo thinks. but the night isn’t even over yet, he still wants more to do with you.

“oh baby, you’re not done yet. we’ve just started, now come and kiss me.”

( JO PLEASEOLEASLELAEAOSLE IME CHANCE )

[harveybwabbit92]

R/n, at hers and Zoffy's wedding: You sure we won't have any... interruptions?

Zoffy: Don't worry. I took care of Seven and Melos.

(Cut to Seven and Melos, bound and gagged to chairs.)

[dreeamscapeee]

Pinky Promise Pt.1

Summary: Moving into a new city will always be stressful but it helps when your new neighbor helps bring your boxes in

Warnings:

Lamelo Ball x reader

A/N: Found the new LOML yall🤭🤎

August 21

“Yes mom I promise to call when I bring the rest of the boxes up”

“Ok, me and your brother will be down to visit next week. Love you”

“I love you too mom”

As y/n pressed the button on her car to hang up the phone she looked out of the car window at the apartment building

This was her chance, she could finally start her bakery and bring it somewhere

Opening the car door she grabbed her purse and walked towards the lobby of the building, as she was nearing the door the (h/c) woman heard a man laughing as he was also near the door

The man reached the door first and stood there for a second still talking on the phone

Rolling her (e/c) eyes she tries to move around the brunette man, but he was humongous and they didn’t have anyway around him

He looked to be 6’ foot something but well over the 6’ mark

Tapping his shoulder ( or what she could reach) to grab his attention

“Excuse me” y/n plainly said rolling her eyes again

Turning around the man looked and her for a second before Turing around again but leaving a small space for her to get in

Taking this chance to enter the building she couldn’t help but be in awe of what she saw

It had a very sleek and modern design, it looked quite nice if you asked her

Walking up to the front desk she was greeted by a man whose name tag read ‘Emmet’

With a small smile on her face she started talking “Hello, I’m moving in today and I needed the key”

Emmet looked behind her to see the giant man walking past them; off the phone this time

“Morning Mr.Ball” Emmet said with a small smile

Walking past and not even stoping for a second the ‘Mr.Ball’ replied with a “Wassup”

Now looking (y/n) again he addressed her and asked what was the apartment number

Pulling out her phone and going to her moms text messages she read Emmet the number that her mom sent her

(Y/n) had no clue how her mom could even afford this place but she’s just going to chalk it up to her new job with a massive increase in pay

Emmet typed the room number into the computer after a second he looked up and with a smile handed (y/n) the keys and greeted her again but using her last name this time

Moving towards the elevator she pressed the up button and waited for it to come down to her

Taking a second to think she had a lot to do today, she had to visit some places to see where she wanted to set up shop; already having a few places in mind she had it narrowed down to 3 places each with its own benefits

Looking up when the elevator made a ‘ding’ she walked on and pressed floor 5 at took the quiet ride up thinking to herself

When the (h/c) woman made it to her floor she was a bit confused seeing only 2 doors but paying it no mind she went to find apartment 502

It didn’t take very long with the bold numbers on the side of the door, so taking her key and unlocking the door she stared in awe

The place was amazing, when you walked in it was a open kitchen next to it was what she assumed to be the dining area with a chandelier in the middle of the area

Not taking to much longer to look around she wanted to get her things in and lay down, the trip from (h/t) was tiring

“So your the new neighbor” Hearing a deep voice call out she jumped a bit and turned around seeing the same man from outside the building

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Pt.1 And I’m low key kinda happy with it

(Not Edited)



[sarcasticlcves]

Dating The Aew Women Includes

Part 2

A/n~ this is strictly fem x fem

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Saraya:

You both knowing each other since wwe

Joining the outcasts

Not much pda

Helping saraya pick out her outfits for aew

Helping her try new makeup styles every other week to change up her look

Being great friends with britt and jamie and saraya trying to hide her disapproval from you

Skye Blue:

Skye being by your side 24/7

You being very protective of her

You hating that she's being used as a jobber on Dynamite and Rampage

You downright hate the friendship of Skye and Madison Rayne, your afraid she'll steal Skye away from you

Being in her corner every week (even if your injured)

Skye just being the sweetest little cuddly bby you've ever met

Taya Valkyrie:

Wrestling in Mexico a lot because Taya enjoys the culture and wrestling style

Barely any pda the most she'll do is hold your hand

Wearing matching gear all the time

Following her to aew

Loving pomeranian's and having three of them

Tay Melo:

Being one of Jamie Hayter's closest friends and allies

Tay spending more time with Sammy Guevara than you

Her being very distant but close at the same time

Leaving aew for wwe to get away from Tay and Sammy

Her breaking up with you shortly after

Toni Storm:

Both of you living together

Knowing each other since you guys were kids

Being great friends with Saraya, Isla Dawn, and Alba Fyre

Working for wwe

Both of you wear matching gear to see if fans notice (they do)

Being the cutest rival company couple

That's it for hcs now loves, hope you enjoyed!

[tokuteasings]

you don’t care if it’s wrong or if it’s right

......so......guess who’s ready to murder a bull for the sake of neon....

Notes: GN reader, could be platonic or romantic. Self indulgent and kinda harkening to my self-insert OC for Geats (her name is Melo) who is Neon’s supporter instead of Kyuun; however, Reader is indeed a Rider. Supporter or not, up to you~! Spoilers for ep 29. Uh blood, anger, rage, violence, reader yeeting a corpse at Beroba, vent fic. 

Anyway happy bday to Neon Kurama, go feral as your bday gift

Sing to your gods, sing their praises, their prayers, their sermons - to Ares, to Athena, to Hachiman, to Sehkmet, to those who will listen.

Let them carry your hand, steady it, wield it. Let them take you into their arms and let that unholy rage fuel you. 

For you are a friend of the wronged and vengeful, tempesta incarnate. 

The corpse of the plant drags behind you, skittering, screeching, squishing across the ground; oozing emeralds on to tanned marble. 

Consider this your wedding attire, trailing behind you, a shower of hatred and volcanic pressure licking at your feet and feeding those embers within your heart - turning it into a roaring, seething flame.

“You.” your weapon is pointed straight up at the puppet master, and here you are. Cutting off your strings and using them to strangle her until her eyes pop out of her head and splatter against the ground. “How dare you do this to Neon! On her birthday?!”

Prayers of mercy cannot reach you, could not ever hope to be heard.

____

Of course, you do not miss the way the lights flicker and fade from Neon’s eyes when she talks about her birthday. You frown, and it deeps; deeper than the oceans beneath your feet. 

This is supposed to be a day of great galliardise and yet here you two are...

“What if we make it special?” 

Neon lets out this half scoff but half laugh, sad yet hope shimmering at the edges of her words. “Would you?” she looks at you with the stars and sun in her eyes, A hint of a smile blooming upon her painted lips and she lets out a small laugh. “Would you do that for me?”

And she’s almost too much to look at. 

It’s brilliant, blinding, shining, shimming, splendid. She is all that and more. So you only smile back and bring her into a sideways hug, your chorus of laughs resounding in both of your ears and hearts slowly filling. 

“For you, Neon?” You squish your cheeks together in a form of unsaid embrace, adoring, freeing. “I would do anything.”

She holds out a pinky towards you, finally letting the light return to her eyes. “Then we’ll do something for my birthday. Just the two of us.”

___ The corpse is punted through the air, slamming into the puppet master, and with a scream she tumbles. The bull stands to his feet, his driver to roar to life but you roar, a lion’s pride, sorrow, and agonizing rage mixed into one.

“Do. Not. Interfere!”

The bull is not ready to be sacrificed to the gods yet, even though he glares down at you, challenging you, threatening you. But he merely turns his back towards you, a wave of a hand, and off he stalks to a better pasture of grass. 

You are left with Beroba now, the girl climbing out of from under the corpse that had slammed against her. She growls as she grips the railing with white knuckles. “How dare you interfere with my game-!”

Another corpse is thrown her way, and you do not care.

For the light in Neon’s eyes, for the light in her heart, that shines and shimmers in the most beautiful of ways- 

You will be that shield that ensures it is never snuffed out. 

[mrs-lockley]

I know you said you don’t have much ideas for it, but maybe tell us about Once Upon a December? :>

@musing-magpie

ohohoho thank you for asking this! I started it back in 2020 while we were still in lockdown. Hades & Persephone have always been one of my favorite myths and mythological couples, and while there is controversy over the origin of the myth, isn't it fitting that we're still continuing the oral tradition? It's hard to pinpont the "original" because there are so many different versions, and I always found that interesting and am open to all versions of it.

Once Upon a December is based on my favorite song from Anastasia, and since Persephone returns to the Underworld in the fall/winter, it was fitting that it would be based on that song.

I was also inspired by this comic, which is a darker take on the myth. Credit to Katadesmoi for the beautiful comic linked here.

I don't have much. Originally I was going to use First Order!Poe because he was popular at the time, but now I think Miguel O'Hara is so fitting. The Spider Society is like his Underworld- he's the one in charge of keeping the peace. With his obsession of canon events (even if it means the death of loved ones), isn't that also the god of the dead, the King of the Underworld? It is what it is, it's just the cycle of life to keep things in balance. We all have our time, and he's not one to intervene if it's been seen over and over and over.

I'm planning a slight AU and magical realism with it. While I'm still working on the kinks, I had this idea recently "what if Miguel is older than he looks? What if the Society, in a way, is the Underworld? Destruction follows him when the souls come to him, and imagine the irony that in order to keep the balance, he marries a woman who somehow has a link to the creation of different universes?"

[pinkmelodie]

The Red Means I Love You ❤︎

Summary: Jason Todd x fem!Reader. You and Jason used to date before you left to stay with the Titans. You both miss each other more than you’d like to admit, but stay out of contact. Fast forward to after he died, you encounter Redhood. Old feeling stir, and before you know it you’re bent over the motorcycle of someone you swore you’d leave in the past.

Warnings: Angst -> smut, 18+, p in v, unprotected s$x, mentions of death & terrorism.

A/N: This takes place right after s3ep2, right after they find out Redhood’s identity :3

You didn’t fully know what was happening; just that there were too many hostages in the building—all who would be killed if not evacuated immediately. You were about to run and help the rest of the titans get everyone as far away as possible before Kory pulled you aside.

You went to protest before she quickly interrupted you, “Go search for Jason.” 

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Uhm, what?”

“Look, I have a feeling he’ll listen to you better than anyone.” she said. “Jasons not someone who can be brought down by force. Shit, he came back from the fucking dead, you think he’s gonna let us beat this new…phase out of him?” 

You wanted to argue, but Kory wasn’t someone who was wrong often. She had a good point, and you knew you had to follow it.

“We’ve got this under control,” she assured, resting a reassuring but firm hand on your shoulder. “Go.”

You were skeptical, especially when you could see Gar in the distance shaking in his boots trying to convince an old lady to let him help her down the steps, and citizens clearly getting whiplash from Connor moving them to safety too fast. Your team was…definitely something, but with some hesitance you finally turned and ran in the direction of the one member you wanted to see.

…

“Jason!” You called out, your voice echoing through the barren alley. Gotham was creepy enough already without walking in some sketchy, busted up route in the pitch dark.

You kept calling but the only response you got was your own voice echoing back to you. You tried to scratch your mind for something to say that could persuade him, but you came up blank. Guilt ate at your conscience when you remembered that you hadn’t spoken to him for months before he died. 

To be honest, Jason never had anyone in his life to begin with. He told you that along with all his other secrets, and you still broke his heart. 

You stayed with the titans, thinking he was being naive for not wanting to. You didn’t think about the fact they never once tried to help him, or ever see him as more than an immature kid. They didn’t have the energy to help Jason through his issues so they just abandoned ship, sending him right back to Bruce and his horrible coping mechanisms.

As much as you wanted to be angry at Dick, or Kory or really anyone else for letting that happen, you had to face that you played your part.

Jason Todd died alone. He died feeling like no one would miss him, like he was a failure of a Robin and a failure of a titan. Because even after everything, all he wanted to do was prove himself.

So, yeah. Admittedly the first words you chose to say were not a good idea. Probably should’ve seen that one coming, but you never were too good at comforting him. was anyone?

“It didn’t have to be like this, you can still come back to the titans!” You tried to coax him, almost immediately regretting it. You quickly shut your mouth, tho the damage was already done. You just prayed he wasn’t here—he didn’t need to be provoked into blowing your brains out. 

Only when your muscles stopped tensing and you thought you got lucky, a voice you couldn’t even recognize rumbled above you. It shot ice up your veins and you would’ve frozen in place if you weren’t so adiment on seeing him again.

“Still taking about the titans? Why am I surprised.” He taunted, tilting his head in a gesture so familiar it made your heart ache. When you spun around you were met with someone you couldn’t believe was really Jason. He was standing on some rusted fire escape, a steel red mask boring right through you. 

You tensed, but not out of fear. No, you could never be scared of Jason, not the same nerd who woke up early to make you breakfast or who secretly wore reading glasses. 

You debated messaging him for months after your breakup, paragraphs on paragraphs you never sent. You had so much to say to him before, so why now did your mind go blank?

It was hard to see what he was feeling with the mask, but you could tell he was expecting a snarky remark back. When you just stood there dumbfounded, he sighed. “Look, I’m done trying to prove myself to them. To Bruce, to everyone! I don’t have to be some fucking nobody y/n, and neither do you.”

Now that made you snap out of whatever trance you were in. “‘and neither do you’? What are you trying to do, advertise me the life of crime?”

He groaned, “I don’t know why I ever tried with you. The titans are just a bunch of fucked up people acting like one big happy family, is that what you wanted? Are you happy you made that choice?” He sneered.

There was malice in his tone, but it wasn’t real. he didn’t feel angry anymore, just betrayed.

He would’ve splayed his heart out for you on a silver platter if you asked, just for you to turn your back on him. You followed him in his dreams, haunted him every time he smelt a familiar perfume, even appeared behind his shut eyelids while the life drained out of him. You were a part of him, and from what he knew you’d never looked back when you stormed out that day.

That’s why it shocked him when tears started to well in your eyes. God, your eyes—the ones he would subconsciously buy clothes of in the same colour. “You could’ve came with me,” you whispered. 

Your meek tone broke something in him. His shoulders relaxed and in a blink he leaped down, knees bending upon landing on the hard ground in front of you. Seeing him like this; the mask concealing his identity, various weapons strapped to his thighs and seemingly more toned than the last time you saw him—you could understand why everyone was on edge.

He stood there motionless, a silent and intimidating presence before you. You both stood there in unbearable silence until finally, he lifted his mask off.

His features were lit beautifully by the dim street light, eyes glinting ever so slightly. He looked exhausted—more troubled now, but you knew, despite everything, this was Jason. Your Jason, not who he was manipulated into.

“No, I couldn’t have.” he muttered begrudgingly, “they made that very clear.”

“So what, you just become a terrorist? Is that your idea of solving your problems?”

His fists clenched in barely concealed anger. “Bruce couldn’t save Gotham, so he abandoned it. I’ll be the one to fix it.” 

“By running around in a new suit and planting bombs everywhere? Real great strategy.” You rolled your eyes, but started to blush when you stared at him too long in the plated suit that fit him perfectly. You quickly caught yourself ogling and looked away, assuming he wouldn’t catch the red tinge on your face. 

You don’t know how you ever thought he wouldn’t notice. Of course he noticed, it’s Jason Todd.

For fucks sake, the guy noticed every detail about you. The way you’d avoid eye contact when nervous, the pace of your blinking quickening when you were lost in thought, the slight heighten of your voice when you were excited about something. All these tiny things and you thought he just wouldn’t notice the way you eyed him down all red in the face?

Come on, you were basically writing your true feelings out to him in big, bold… ..red letters…

and it’s not like Kory ever specified exactly what to do once you found him… .. .

So that’s how you ended up bent against his motorcycle in some busted up alleyway, pussy spread open on his dick.

You gasped and clawed pointlessly at his covered back; nails clinking uselessly against the metal armour of his suit. 

Your own suit was pulled off just enough to get access to your cunt, panties pulled to the side so he could plunge his thick cock into you.

He was groaning more than he used to, and you could swear you even heard him whine. His pace was ruthless, thrusts messy but coordinated. He kept trying to push further inside you, pressing his body as close to you as possible like you would vanish at any moment. 

“Fuckfuckfuck-“ he rambled. Death heightened all of his senses—made things have so much more of an impact on him. Maybe he just missed you too much, or maybe he let himself forget how good you feel.

To be fair, you were far worse off than him. You would’ve alerted everyone in Gotham if he wasn’t covering your mouth with a gloved hand, though it’s not like anyone here would bat an eye to screaming.

“My poor baby just been lonely, s’that it?”He teased, manhandling you by your hips to meet his harsh thrusts. 

“Nobody to fill up this pretty hole like I do, such a shame,” he pouted in faux sympathy, as if he wasn’t balls deep at the moment.

“I’m back now. Fuck the titans, I’ve always treated you better, haven’t I?” He’s fucking your ability to form coherent words right out of your throat, but he knows your answer when you squeeze around him.

“Jay!” you moaned into his palm. Your cunt was squelching embarrassingly loud with each thrust, thighs shaking so hard you for sure would’ve fallen over if he wasn’t holding you up. Every drag of his cock in you hit the perfect spots, just like he remembered you love.

“You don’t even care that I’m red hood, do you?” he asked, his tone full of confidence. “Nah, you don’t. So fucking wet, does my suit get you off princess?” 

He moved his hand to play with your clit, getting it soaked with your fluids. You were too cock-drunk to lie bite back, just nodding desperately and mewling out something akin to a yes.

He smirked. “Pussys sucking me in the same too, fuck- I missed this. I missed you.”

He acted cocky when he was fucking you like this because it’s the only way he was sure you even wanted to be around him. Not much to complain about when his big dick is ravaging you, no?

Deep down he always felt right at home with you. He wouldn’t admit it, but he would give up red hood for you. He’d give up anything for you, actually. Nothing mattered as long as you were with him. And he wasn’t letting you go this time.

With the ministrations on your clit and him pounding into you, it wasn’t a surprise when that knot in your stomach came undone quickly. Especially not with how many failed orgasms you had with your fingers, pretending it was him.

Ever attentive, he noticed immediately. “You gonna come, baby? Try not to get any on the new suit.” He winked, as if you were gonna squirt for him. (You have, many times.)

The cherry on top was when he unexpectedly flipped his mask back down and leaned in to whisper right into your ear with that deep voice, “come for me”

And you were gone. You came with a cry of his name, eyes rolling back and toes curling. Your pussy gushed all over his dick, forming a white ring around it that you could see every time he slammed his hips.

Seeing your pretty face so euphoric was what sent him over the edge, and grudgingly he pulled out, pearly white cum shooting all over your stomach.

You spent a minute regaining your breath while he pressed gentle kisses all over your throat. He only let up when you whined at the slight pain of the pressure on your newly forming hickeys. He tucked himself back into his pants and re-adjusted his belt. You were wondering if he planned on just leaving until he took his coat off and wrapped it around you.

He moved you so you were set down properly on the back of his motorcycle and then stepped on. You instinctively laid against his back, resting your head on his shoulder and he admired you with pure adoration.

“Wrap your arms around me babe,” he hummed, affectionately rubbing your thigh that was pressed to his.

When your brain finally caught up to what was happening you gave him a confused look.“Wha- wait! Where are we going?” 

He looked at you like you were crazy for even questioning it. “Home,” he laughed, “what? Did you think death was gonna do us part, baby?”