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ok so writing during school is simply not an option but in the meantime I’d just like everyone to know I’m madly in love with rick castle

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Does anyone want a Cooper Freedman x reader, I've been rewatching private practice for the 7th time and I'm a little bit in love but its SO NEICHE

someone let me know PLEASE

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Punch Bowl Confessions (Peter Parker x Reader)

A/N: Not the typical Coriolanus Snow fic I know but this prompt was too good and I simply could not pass up the opportunity and it just wouldn’t work for him. Written during a writing sprint so itll be shorter than usual and def ends abruptly. As always feel free to say hi or send in a request. 

Reunions are shit. This is a fact. High school was not fun the first time around so why must one do it twice. These thoughts raced through Peter’s head as he put on THE MOST uncomfortable button up he’d ever purchased. The thought of showing up in the suit crossed his mind for only three seconds this morning. As fun as saying, “Oh yeah did I ever mention I’m actually Spider-Man?” seemed it also just was not the move. 

He also considered skipping, for significantly longer than three seconds, but he couldn’t let go of the hope that you would show. A whirlwind high school romance that had ended because you went to UCLA and he stayed to go to NYU and somehow breaks just weren’t enough anymore. He found his mind often wondering to those times. To how bitter and angry he was, the horrible things he’d said out of frustration and longing. And now he was on a mission to prove he could do better.. that is if you show up of course. 

The taxi ride was uneventful, nothing but shaking legs, way too many knuckle cracks, and a few nervous checks of the phone-- like you’d text after all this time. The old gymnasium seemed so much smaller than Peter remembered. Perhaps it was from all the people standing in it or the excessive amount of balloons dancing across the ceiling, but it just felt.. disappointing. 

Peter had quickly found Ned, enjoying catching up with his old friend who had moved to Colorado on a dream and a prayer years ago. Until he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure behind the punch bowl, 

“Hey just give me one sec, I need to grab a drink” Ned glanced around and gave Peter a knowing look. “I’ll come over tomorrow you have fun” 

He quickly made his way over. Rehearsing all the things he wanted to say in his head, perhaps something funny to break the ice? Or flirty to show off his charm? Wait what charm? Or maybe-- without warning he was one with the punch bowl. Which quickly turned into being one with the punch bowl, and you. 

“Oh shit I’m so sorry, are you okay? Here let me help..” Peter couldn’t believe he’d already failed. In three whole minutes he’d made an absolute fool of himself. 

“I’m good just wet,” you looked up from the floor and caught his eyes for the first time, somehow covered in red you were still just as pretty as he’d remembered. “Here let’s go get you cleaned up” You let Peter take your hand as he led you through the familiar hallways. You couldn’t help but let the blush take over your cheeks, ten years had done Peter well, he looked.. grown, less frail and more confident, and dare you think it but sexy. But maybe that’s just because it’s been too long.. Yeah definitely because it’s been too long. 

The silence was comfortable as he dabbed the same non-absorbent paper towels over your dress. Hands staying a little too long at your chest, his eyes lingered but you didn’t dare say a word, scared the moment would end. 

“I just wanted to--” Peter started to speak before you stopped him with a kiss. He returned it just as greedily, quickly taking control of your mouth with his own. 

“Why don’t we go to your place” you let out in a panting whisper, he said nothing but lifted you and started towards the back door. 

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Weightless Embrace (Young! President! Coriolanus Snow x reader)

A/N: wrote this during a writing sprint because I needed to get shit done so it might be shorter than average but my goal is to post three tonight. :) as always feel free to send in requests or just say hi 

Coriolanus always had a bad habit of using the same emotional intelligence he used to pull every string he wanted to read you like a book. He knew when your day was better than average and when there were days like today where everything was just a little too much. 

He watched with a pained look on his face as you ran your fingers aggressively down the skin on your cheeks as you recounted your day. He knew by now that you had no idea you were even doing such a thing but it hurt him none-the-less to see the red lines raise in your fingers wake. 

“Let me start you a bath” he said it gently, just a hair above a whisper. You paused your ranting and suddenly you looked like nothing more than a helpless child in his eyes. Before you could even nod your head Corio had already started to the bathroom. The heels of his work shoes clicking evenly on the cold tile. You allowed yourself to close your eyes for a moment, letting the cool breeze from the window sooth you as you waited for your doting husband, drifting off somewhere between consciousness and sleep. 

The cold touch of Coriolanus’s’ hands on your face startled you awake. He said nothing as he helped you out of the bed and set you on the plush carpet. He raised your arms in a well rehearsed dance as he striped you. 

“Come on you,” He finally allowed a small smile to replace the look of concern on his face. Bath time was a special moment the two of you rarely enjoyed and he took pleasure in the small moments of love you could share. He grasped your hand the same way he did on your first date as he dragged you to his rose garden. Only this time there was no giddy excitement of new beginnings, just pure content. 

He let you lower yourself into the warm water, taking the time to prepare himself. A floral scented smoke rose from the bath in thick wasps of steam. The water instantly relaxed all the muscles that had tensed during the day. 

“You coming?” you finally turned to look at Corio, a small pout forming at your lips. 

He responded in a hum, slipping his feet around your body and pressing his chest on your back, the coolness of his skin on yours made goosebumps on your arms and lit every nerve on fire. 

You let your body melt into his in a familiar exchange. Once more your eyes closed as you enjoyed the weightless embrace. 

“I love you” 

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What’s up beautiful 😉

the sky typically ;)

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it’s finals time here at college so don’t expect any fics until the weekend

currents wip’s:

Barry Allen (2023) x reader - the four times he tried to ask you out and the one that worked

whatever yall request ;) pls fill me up without moral obligations I will be lazy and I’ve run out of my own ideas and feel free to ask for other characters too i’ll tell you if I don’t watch/ haven’t seen/ haven’t read something and lyk :) it’s not embarrassing I promise 😚

goodnight my lovelies I love you all sm 🥰💕 thanks for making me want to come back to tumblr

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The way I was so offended when a person told me I should use the keep reading thing is unmatched 😭

literally like with so much love to that person i’m sensitive and that hurt 😭🤚

we’re they right? yes. but also shhhhh 😭😭

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to whoever asked for me to use the keep reading feature in a way that highkey hurt my feelings youre welcome </3

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The Taste of Power (Young! President! Coriolanus Snow x Reader)

​​A/N: In honor of the holiday of eating here in the states I bring to you Coriolanus the munch 

Tell me Corio isn’t an absolute munch. I have yet to meet a man with mommy issues who doesn’t devour pussy like it's their last meal on earth. Except Corio also is for sure torturing you too. 

So you’re just minding your business reading a book, or talking to him about your day, or anything really. Until he gives you that one look, you know that look after a while. His eyes get heavy and thick, half lidded, pupils blown. Your taste is a drug and Coriolanus Snow was a self proclaimed addict. 

“And then she said-- hello? Are you even listening to me,” your mouth starts to curve upwards, because you know you're about to not only see god but jesus too. 

“No” and with that he’s off. Falling onto his knees because, sure he could carry you to the bed but he wants you now so he will have you now. He lifts your dress with such ease ripping the delicate lace, protecting his prized possession, from your form. He’s careful not to rip them though, is he needy? Sure. But never anything less than a gentleman. He makes a show out of carefully dragging them down your legs, making an effort to drag his finger from the inside of your thigh to your ankle. Carefully lifting your feet out of them and back onto the floor like a parent undressing their child. He folds them gently, maintaining eye contact as you start to give in to the feelings he’s stirred. 

You can feel the desire starting to set every nerve afire. The hand he's placed on your lower back to lead you into the bedroom feels dizzying. And with nothing there to collect your excitement your thighs have begun to become damp. 

Corio wastes no time striping the rest off the moment you’re inside the door, not even bothering to close it. With a quick look the guards usually stationed at either side of the door make themselves busy elsewhere, not wanting to risk the anger of a jealous President Snow when he knows others have enjoyed you in a way just for him. Throwing you onto the soft linens is effortless and within moments his jacket is off and shirt halfway unbuttoned. 

He begins placing small kisses along your knee. The bruise from where you fell just a few days ago, a random wrinkle, right in the middle, placing as much attention as he would to the place you want him most. 

“Corio please-” the anticipation has you hot even with the windows open and the late fall air blowing in. 

“Patience is a virtue, you’d do well to learn it” He picks his head up just enough to give you a satisfied smirk. He could cum right here right now with you whining like that, but that’s just mean, so he reluctantly begins making his way up your thigh. Taking in every dip, curve, and line. 

“You taste good, but I think I’m ready for dessert” carefully he repositions himself over your cunt placing his hands firmly on your waist digging his fingers into the soft flesh. 

He takes a moment letting the hot air of his breath land on the sensitive skin of your lips before licking a thick stripe from bottom to top. The sensation has you lifting your hips for more, but it's never quite that easy is it? Corio makes a show of slurping up all of the wetness you’d built up from the anticipation, making sure not to waste a drop. 

He heard once from a much older capitol man who had a slew of whores for the weekend that the best way to treat the clit was to spell the alphabet with your tongue. But Corio much rather preferred to claim you in these moments. He knew you’d never know what he was spelling but he enjoyed making it a game for himself, “Coriolanus Snow’, “You’re mine’, “Good girl” as many things as he could come up with. 

The best part of the game was when he finally ran out of phrases. Because that's when the real show began. He pulls off your body, leaving you mewling for more. Soft gasps escaping from how close he had gotten you. Multiple times, yet always going slower when the breaths became more labored. He strips the rest of his garments, leaving them on the floor like trash. 

He swipes the tip along your folds a few times until you’re squirming for more. Only then does he thrust inside of you in one full motion. He takes a moment to savor the feeling of your warm cunt wrapped around his thick cock, and allows your walls to adjust before going full force like a wild animal. 

Only once inside of you does he allow his resolve to fade and his true intentions to come out, and like a man starved he takes you. Hard thrusts force you into the headboard, the constant banging keeping the tempo like a metronome. White blurs the edge of your vision everytime he reaches the tip of your cervix. 

“You’re so fucking pretty laid out for me” he whispers in your ear, one hand on the headboard and the other behind your head. 

When the movements become shorter, and harder, and words become nothing but broken moans and heavy breaths, that's when he allows his lips to find yours. It’s messy and gross, and nothing like the way he kisses you when you cook him a meal or lay out his clothes. Its tongue and dripping saliva, but here in a cloud of wet moans, pre cum, and saliva, its perfect. 

He allows his warm seed to fill your tight hole, pressing a hand to your stomach as he pulls out. He never says it but you know what he is waiting for. He pulls out gently, pressing a reassuring kiss to your forehead. 

“You are my everything”

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I finally watched the flash (2023) and OMG

ok first Ezra Miller will forever be sexy af

AND THEN SUPERGIRL 😫😫

all that being said if anyone wants some flash content plz lmk bc 🤤🤤🤤

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ily so much, the fic was exactly how I expected it (perfect)

-fluffy snow person lol

aw thanks I’m so glad you liked it love 🫶

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she has been posted my love 🫶😚

can I request literally anything happy with young Snow? I've been obsessed with him ever since the movie came out (not long but I'm starving)

omg I have been CRAVING domestic fluff absolutely

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Beneath the White Sheets (Young! President! Coriolanus Snow x Reader)

​​A/N: A simple domestic fluff turned slightly sensual hot, slightly crazy, boyfriend who can’t keep his hands to himself. For my lovely anon who just wanted something less depressing than the typical hunger games fic

People are utterly stupid. At least that’s what Coriolanus had been telling himself for the past two hours. Being made president of Panem was everything he had ever wanted and more but he couldn’t stand how much conversation it involved. He could never stand to fraternize with those less intelligent than himself and that seemed fo be all this was comprised of. Though it all was worth it to come home to you. 

You had met in school, what felt like such a long ago. Started as enemies as all good lovers do, competing to mentor the best tribute for the 10th hunger games. Yours had died before even making it to the arena, a fact Coryo never quite let you forget, or the fact that his won. But you were always quick to remind him that he cheated so it didn’t count. The same small frown would appear on his face at the mention of Lucy Gray. 

You knew they had a history, but you also knew that nobody could ever love you the way he did. On a fundamental level she would always resent who he was, how he was raised, his “kind.” You on the other hand knew what it meant to work your way up from the bottom, to have drive and passion. You were one in the same in that way, but you kept him in check, able to dull some of the red that always tinted the edges of his plans. 

The moment he bursted in the door you knew it had been a bad day even before he started ranting. 

“I can’t BELIEVE these people, it’s like they think the world runs on expensive fabrics and tiny foods.” Coryo threw his suit jacket into the corner of the room, the white coat crumpling like a piece of paper. Running a hand through his hair he finally took the time to look at you properly. 

His eyes raked your form, taking in the way your freshly washed locks framed your face. Your eyes were focused on him, that same worried look ever present on your face, it brought a warm flush to his cheeks. Even a year into marriage it never ceased to surprise him that everyday someone could care. That even after seeing him, the real him with skeletons in the closet, you still loved him— still forgave him. That simple fact was enough to make the stress of the day melt from his body. Shoulders dropping just the tiniest bit, jaw coming unclenched for the first time since he’d left at six am that morning. 

He watched as you shuffled out of bed, in that same night dress that was just sheer enough to hint at what was underneath but not enough to satisfy his desires. Your pebbled nipples poking out just enough to make him want to do nothing more than to take one into his mouth and taste the sweet comfort of home. The thought of the taste of your skin already bringing a burning desire to his mind. 

But you could simply fuck anytime, right now was for something more pure. 

You floated across the room and wrapped your hands around his waist, burying your face in his chest, “I missed you.” 

“I missed you too. I should fire everyone and replace them with you instead, you’re more intelligent that all of them combined,” he placed a greedy kiss to your lips before pulling away, “and much sexier too” his hot breath on your lips making you flush. 

You allowed him to change his clothes wordlessly. Basking in the presence of your lover, Coryo doing the same. Your relationship was built on comfortable silence, if something needed to be said it would, but for now all either one of you needed was to feel the other. 

Like a well rehearsed play you both flowed back to the bed, allowing the cool sheets and soft mattress to absorb your bodies until you met in the middle. Coryo wrapped every open limb around you until you were one. With your ear on his chest you listened to his heart beat. The rhythmic thumping grounding you, this was reality, white sheets and curly blonde hair. 

“I’m scared” that statement sent chills through your body. Never had Coryo admitted to something so-- human in all the time you had known him. 

“Do we have something to be scared for?” 

“The thought of this being temporary fleets my mind often these days, that one day I will have nothing to provide to you anymore” The statement broke your heart. Deep down you knew he cared, even if he tried to convince himself he didn’t. Yet her he was the very thought of letting you down was terrifying. 

“I don’t need anything but you,” You felt the held breath ruffle the strands of hair at the top of your head. “You are enough Coriolanus Snow, I promised myself to you because even a poor beggar I would want nothing more in this life than you” 

“I have never wanted anything more than you” The confession surprised you in a sense. You knew you were an important part of the puzzle, but Panem always seemed to come first. 

You allowed yourself to reflect on that as you watched the sun drop below the skyline of the Capitol, a warm orangey-pink engulfing the room. Allowing yourself to relax in the strong embrace of your husband, and give in to the sleep pulling at your eyes.

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can I request literally anything happy with young Snow? I've been obsessed with him ever since the movie came out (not long but I'm starving)

omg I have been CRAVING domestic fluff absolutely

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Don't Blame Me (Coriolanus Snow x Reader)

​​A/N: I have yet to see ABAOSAS so simply this is for the vibes, major plot changes from the book/ movie so dont mind that, simply I saw a hot morally grey man and decided I can fix him so this is for all the girlies with a toolbelt ;) 

His eyes had been glued to the screen for what felt like hours. The little specs of graininess following his vision everytime he blinked. Coriolanus Snow did not falter for anyone-- that was until he met you. Something about your blind optimism reminded him of a child, and god how he hated children, but somehow on you it was like a drug he couldn’t get enough of. It made something warm start in his chest, and little fires erupt in every nerve. It was nothing like he had ever felt before, he hated it, and yet he couldn’t get enough. And now he was going to watch the only thing that made him feel that way slip between his fingers like nothing more than a single snowflake. At some point the snow had to melt and here he was watching it live. 

He kept replaying that last conversation over and over. “I’m going to survive, there is no if,” he remembered how you brushed your fingers across his cheek through the rusty bars of the zoo. If he closed his eyes and thought about it hard enough he could feel the warmth of your fingers against his face again. He refused to remember the single tear and question that had prompted that response. This could not be a one time thing. He just got you and there was no letting you go now. Love is a drug and he was nothing but an addict. 

Coryo was jolted to reality when he noticed another tribute sneaking up behind you. He couldn’t remember his name. There was no point, the only one that mattered was the victor and that was you. It had to be you. 

Staring into the depths of your form he begged you to wake. The bile was already crawling up his throat burning a trail in its wake. Stomach clenched he closed his eyes as he heard what could only be described as a battle cry leave the murderer’s mouth. 

Three seconds. He was allowing himself three seconds of grief before he had to move on. To survive. Snow falls on top and he faltered for you but now it was over and he had to go on. 

That was until he opened his eyes to your form. You were standing over the tribute, eyes wide as the saucers that Grandma’am used to take tea in. A bloody knife dripped blood down your pale dress leaving you in a haunting shade of wet red down your right side. He didn’t remember you having that, deciding you must have fought the tribute for it, you always were good at getting what you wanted, especially from him. You took his every waking thought like it was nothing so what was a knife? 

“I killed him. He’s dead. I killed him..” Coryo could do nothing but watch as you spiraled within the tunnel. He wanted nothing more than to hold you and tell you that this was nothing more than a bad dream. Though part of him knew that in a way the person who brushed his cheek was gone. 

He quickly fixed the look of concern dawning his face, remembering how you had told him once that his “human was showing.” That single thought gracing the smallest of smiles on his lips. 

In a twisted way seeing you covered in a thick sheet of red brought him comfort. A small part of him knew that was wrong. Knew that his comfort came at the cost of a human life. But none of them deserved to live as much as you did. Now he knew you could do it, knew you had what it took to win, with the added bonus of having a weapon. He had not felt so much joy since hearing of the opportunity to go to University. You were the key to his new life, and it started now. 

He remembered thinking you were weak when he offered you the posion and you declined citing that “cheaters never win.” Coriolanus felt the entire essence of his personality crumble when those words left your perfectly pink lips. It set something inside of him aflame. You made him almost want to be a good person, almost, because if anything happened to you he would do whatever it took no matter the cost. He was ready to put his own future at risk for the assurance of knowing that you would live to see tomorrow's sunrise. Because you deserved a tomorrow more than he ever did. 

The games were coming to a close. Only a few tributes left and he watched intently as you moved around the arena. Even caked in blood, dirt, and who knows what else, he had never seen a figure more beautiful. 

He couldn’t help but allow himself to think of you adorned in the luxuries of the capitol. An egregious dress adorning your shoulders and your hair in some unnatural twist. Somehow it never looked as good as you did right now. Raw and natural, locks framing your face in small clumps. You were going to get out of this and he was going to get you out of those crummy districts. You deserved more than any of those pathetic traitors, and he was going to get you that. One way or another. 

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to be so fr I haven’t seen abosas but I HAVE watched a ridiculous amount of tiktok’s about the plot and I highkey wanna do a Coriolanus Snow x reader but it’ll be hella non-canon bc ya girl is broke and not going simply to write about this HOT ASS MAN

anyways if anyone has any ideas I’m all ears bc I need to write for this man the way I need water

also it highkey bothers me when x readers are just the main love interest but with (y/n) so be prepared for a NON LUCY GREY reader bc i’m sorry but my ass would not react like her 🤚🤚

also lucy grey x reader anyone 🤨🤨👀👀

idk lemme know what you’re thinking otherwise i’m just gonna go crazy 🫡