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Compromise Pt. 2

The only sound in the office is the soft scratching of Ms. Polter’s quill on parchment as she grades essays. Outside her window the grounds have long since fallen into darkness. Although she’s not particularly surprised Severus didn’t show–he is a proud man, after all–she is disappointed. I’ll go for a walk, she decides, gazing out the window, after my grading is done. Then, with a great sigh, she returns to work. Or she would have, if not for a single, quiet knock on her office door.

Knowing it could only be one man she smiles and straightens her robes, “Come in.” The handle turns and the door swings open to reveal just who she’d been hoping to see, “Ah, Severus. You look beautiful.” She wonders what he’d done to his hair. It looks soft, hanging in gentle waves and shining like silk. He’s also wearing different robes, the darkest shade of blue. A beautiful contrast to his pale skin, which is painted with a blush from her compliment.

“Thank you,” his voice is quiet. That’s not really surprising, she’s sure he’s nervous.

“So, what are you here for?” This catches him off guard. At first panic flashes through his mind, he was sure she’d invited him here. Next he felt embarrassed, he’d spent so long getting ready for her only to find he’d been mistaken. She didn’t want him at all. Maybe she’d taken a second look at him and decided he looks just as disgusting as everyone else says. His cheeks start to burn and he whips around to leave, “You didn’t answer my question, Severus.”

“You..you invited me here.”

“I did.” She conjures a chair for him and clears her desk. “Sit, and try to relax, Severus. I’m only asking what you’re here for. What do you want to come of your visit?”

“I want you to do what you did last time.”

“And only that?”

The man looks like he wants to melt into the chair beneath him. “I thought,” he pauses, fiddling with his robes and looking anywhere but her eyes, “I thought we would have..”

“Sex?” She raises a brow. For how composed Severus usually is he looks horribly embarrassed to hear her say it and even more embarrassed when he nods. Ms. Polter hm-ed then stood, “I’m sure I can arrange that. Stand, Severus, and follow me.”

Ms. Polter leads the way into her connected bedroom then to a set of armchairs near the fire. With an easy flick of her hand she summons two crystal glasses and pours a glass of fire whiskey for each of them. Severus takes his gratefully, more than eager to ease his nerves. The uncomfortable conversation isn’t done yet it seems when she asks, “Did you dress up for me? I haven’t seen those robes before.”

Severus nods, taking a look around the room to distract himself. Her quarters are much larger than his, and indeed much larger than they would’ve been without magic. The living area was decorated with heavy wooden furniture and rich, dark colors. Severus has little experience with luxury but thinks this room must be worth more than he’s made in his teaching career.

A laugh brings him back from his wonderings, “Ah, I know why you came now. You just wanted to admire my interior design.”

His cheeks light up again with a blush and he apologizes quickly. For all his effort he can’t stop fidgeting in his chair. It’s not like this is worse than a meeting with the dark lord, so why is he unable to compose himself?

“Severus?” The man in question jolts out of his thoughts and looks up at her, “I was just asking where you’d like to start. Do you want to stay here or move to the bed?”

“Here.” He sets his glass down on the drink table and rearranges himself purposefully in his chair. Further than that he seems completely lost and he looks to the woman beside him for guidance.

She smiles and sets his glass with his, then stands for a moment to shed her outer robe and settle herself on his lap. His eyes go wide. He raises his hands once, twice. He’s rescued from this purgatory when Cassia guides his hands to rest at her hips. Poor Severus looks like he might keel over there and then. On top of that there’s already a very noticeable erection pressing into her.

“I thought you were going to do it like before?” It’s cute, she thinks, how frantically he speaks.

Cassia taps the top of the leather wingback, “I can hardly do that in a chair like this, Severus.” When he pouts, yes pouts, she laughs and adds, “Everything in its own time. Besides, I think you’ll like this.”

Without further ado she leans down to kiss him. Gently at first, because he seems like he’s hardly breathing. She picks up the pace when he defrosts and reciprocates. Not wanting to overwhelm him she pulls back after only a couple heated seconds. Severus keeps his eyes closed and breathes deeply as if to calm himself. Cassia leans back down to kiss his nose, then his jaw. When she kisses him on the underside of his jaw she can feel his hammering pulse. As if to prove it to Severus she nips the pulsepoint before moving on. When she sucks gently under his ear he bucks his hips up into her.

Cassia pulls him up with her when she stands. She lets out an amused huff when Severus stays stooped down to kiss her even while she’s undressing him. With the buttons undone she pushes the cloak from his shoulders, pleasantly surprised that he’s decided not to wear a shirt underneath. Her lips leave his and instead return to his neck. She kisses him there softly before moving lower.

Severus moans when she moves her attention to his nipples. A wildfire of a blush spreads across his cheeks and down his chest and she only laughs when she looks up to see him staring back down at her wide-eyed. Deciding to have mercy on him she continues down until she's on her knees. She pauses there for a couple moments, holding her hands on his hips and massaging some while letting Severus calm down. When she’s had enough waiting she undoes his belt and waits for him to shift his stance so she can pull his trousers down. While doing that she helps him kick off his shoes, leaving him in nothing but his boxers. After he’s undressed she pushes him gently so he’s sitting in the armchair again.

Severus picks at the armrest of the chair and shuffles slightly in his seat. It’s hard for him to ignore the memories creeping to the forefront of his mind. The last time anyone had seen him in such a state of undress was back when he was a student. His breath seems to leave him. Again he tries to push those particular memories from his mind, again he’s unsuccessful.

What is successful in refocusing him is a sharp pain on his inner thigh, to which he gasps and jolts in place. Cassia kisses over the spot she’d just nipped him, “Alright, Severus?” Severus, not Snivellus. He isn’t back there. There are no feelings of hate or shame or powerlessness. Most importantly he wanted this and she wanted him too. It’d almost be unbelievable if she wasn’t kneeling between his thighs looking up at him expectantly. Oh! Right, with that series of thoughts over Severus swallows his nerves and nods. He’s alright.

Just a second later he’s left breathless again, by both the dazzling smile his assistant shoots at him and the feel of her lips pressing a featherlight kiss to the waistband of his boxers. Without permission his hips buck up again and he presses his eyes shut. Another kiss to his waistband and her fingers come up to tease him. One hand caressing his thighs and what parts of his torso she can reach and the other dipping just beneath the elastic of his boxers, teasing their removal. “Oh, Merlin, please! Just do it already!”

“Odd name for your lover, Severus.” Cassia snickers at her own joke, but hears his plea and gently pulls the boxers down, with the help of him lifting his hips. Unconsciously her tongue flicks up to run along the edge of her upper teeth when he’s revealed to her. Despite very much wanting to suck him then and there Cassia decides she hasn’t had enough of teasing him yet.

Thinking of what to do next she glances up to Severus, who’s watching with rapt attention and still gripping the armrests. While her mind wanders she ghosts her nails over the tops and insides of his thighs, enjoying his sweet whine. Next her hand wanders up to his navel and down the soft happy trail there. Oh a whim she stretches out her other hand, and traces along the crease of his hips on either side, starting at his sharp hip bones and following them down. Almost immediately Severus makes a high-pitched choking sound, his dick giving a fat twitch towards his stomach and his whole body lurching as his back arches. Then he curls forward, his head resting on a smirking Cassia’s shoulder.

“Sensitive there Severus?” She says in faux curiosity, before doing it again to much the same result.

“I didn’t—hah—think I was,” Severus speaks into her shoulder, breathing hard to compose himself. A task made all the more difficult by his lover’s hands restarting their exploration. This time one hand dipped between his legs and drew her nails from that sensitive bit below his balls up to them, drawing a low keen from him. For a while she seems content with this, fondling and kissing at his neck and listening to his beautiful sounds that he tried very hard to contain.

Though Cassia could kneel here forever, she figures it might be best to go easy on him. Rather than indulge herself she turns to press a kiss to Severus neck again, just below his ear, and says in a low voice, “Want my mouth now, Sev?”

Despite the poor angle and movement from his frantic nods Cassia sees Severus glow an even brighter red as his blush redoubles. Not wanting to torture the poor man any longer she pushes him to sit back in the arm chair. After he’s seated comfortably she presses a kiss to one knee, then the other, slowly bringing herself higher on her knees as she brings her trail of kisses to the crux of his thighs. With one last look up at Severus, who’s abandoned his attempts to strangle the armchair, she leans up to press a kiss to his weeping head then take it in her mouth and suck lightly. Immediately Severus lets out another choking sound and bucks harshly. A sputtering Cassia withdraws and wipes her mouth on the back of her hand.

“Shit, shit, sorry.” Severus reaches for her, then jerks his hands back again. He reaches for her again. Back in hand limbo.

Cassia just laughs and says, “Trying to kill me already? I thought we were getting along, Sev.” She rubs his thighs a bit, waiting for him to calm down, then continues “I should’ve expected you’d be a little jumpy. Want to keep going?”

“I don’t think I’ll last long. If you want to…” Severus trails off, “well, if you want to do that you should probably stop.”

“I’m asking what you want, Severus. Everything else can come later. Do you want me to keep going?” She palms his erection again and presses a kiss to his knee while she waits for his approval. As soon as Severus gives her another mortified nod she goes back to business. Pressing kisses up his thigh again to work her way back to his dick.

Severus tries to choke down a moan, and is only half successful. He thinks the resulting sound must be worse, but can’t bring himself to care. Can’t believe I ever wanted her to leave me alone. The witch is back to sucking him, and he is back in hand limbo. Again. Cassia also notices this, and decides to do something about it. She grabs his hands and places them on her head and in her hair. With a gentle squeeze she lets him go and looks up at him. This has to be a dream, he thinks, there’s no way.

Ever so softly he pushes down on her, and she follows, allowing his cock to push further into her mouth. When he pulls his hands back she pulls back with him. Severus can hardly believe this. Afraid she might disappear in a puff of smoke if he did something that might wake him from a dream. He refuses to go to fast. Still he keeps up his guidance, moaning fully when she pushes down a bit further. Merlin, he can feel her nose pressed against him.

“I’m–oh fuck,” Severus cuts himself off, still fucking into her mouth but much sloppier, “I’m gonna–”

He doesn’t finish his sentence before Cassia takes him balls deep again. This time she smiles, and hums around him. It’s all the poor man can do to hold her hair from her face, otherwise completely lax. He’s twitching wildly in her. When she taps on his thigh to get his attention it looks like he can hardly lift his own head. Somehow, he manages, and looks blearily into her eyes, stunned into silence by the sight of her. Hair perfectly ruffled and eyes crinkled at the edges, like nothing could bring her more joy than this. Like she didn’t view him as a wretched professor or a useful tool in war or some potion master or duelist that may prove handy. Like she viewed him as Severus and that was perfect for her. Maybe he’s finally lost it, he mused.

Only he can’t dwell long on this thought, because his orgasm rips through him. Someone is screaming, it might be him, and all he can feel is silky soft hair and white hot pleasure. When he becomes aware of himself again he can feel Cassia’s hair under his limp hand, and her mouth on him still. Now that it’s over all that liking him for him and caring about him stuff seems very far. The leather makes a quiet peeling sound against his skin as he shifts uncomfortably in the armchair again, all too conscious of his body and lack of clothes.

Unwilling to allow him to stew for long Cassia resettles herself in his lap. She cradles his face gently and kisses him, over and over again, until his breathing returns to regular and his face unscrews.

“Severus?” At her word his eyes open again, but he doesn’t trust himself to speak so for now he just looks. This is enough for her it seems because she flashes that dazzling smile again and presses a kiss to his nose. “Let’s get to bed, mkay?”

Just as he’s about to nod he remembers, “But you didn’t..I didn’t do anything for you?”

“Everything in its own time, Sev.”

Part 1 to this!

#severus snape x reader #severus x reader #severus snape x oc #im going to hell #idk how to tag this #she gives him the sloppy toppy #slight angst

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omgeveryusernameistakenicanteven · 1 year

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I currently have a very evil form of writer's block. I desperately want to write but cannot bring myself too. So I'm gonna try to write something (maybe short) tonight and post and maybe that'll get the ball rolling again ;-;

#help #writers block

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omgeveryusernameistakenicanteven · 1 year

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AHHHHH not my usual post type but I watched Avatar:The Way of Water yesterday. All 3-yes THREE- hours of it and I love it! Maybe I'm biased though because I loved the first avatar a ton.

Also perhaps expect some stories including na'vi soon (you've been warned)

#avatar #way of water #if you dont think the na'vi are hot i don't trust you #like daYUM

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omgeveryusernameistakenicanteven · 1 year

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Masterlist

These are all of the stories I've written so far.

If Reader is male or female I will write M!Reader or F!Reader. If gender isn't specified here it is not specified in the story.

Fallout 4:

A Promise of Warmth - Kent Connolly x Sole - F

Sunshine on a Rainy Day - John Hancock x Sole

Marvel:

Monotony - Deadpool x Reader

Totally Awesome (Pt 2 to Monotony) - Deadpool x Reader - NSFW

Harry Potter:

A Compromise - Severus Snape x F!Reader/OC

A Compromise Ch 2 - Severus Snape x F!Reader/OC

Draco Malfoy Crush Headcannons - Draco Malfoy x Reader

Predator/Alien:

Male Yautja Courting Headcannons - M!Yautja x Reader

Female Yautja Courting Headcannons - F!Yautja x Reader

#charon x reader #kent connolly x reader #john hancock x reader #deadpool x reader #severus snape x reader #male yautja x reader #female yautja x reader

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omgeveryusernameistakenicanteven · 1 year

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I'm definitely not a big blog but this is important!

AI "artists" steal the works of real artists.

Few of the artist affected by AI art thievery.

Posts by Jon Lam Art.

#ai artist #artist rights

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omgeveryusernameistakenicanteven · 1 year

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Draco Malfoy Crush Headcannons

These are some headcannons of how I think Draco would act before and in the beginning stages of a relationship

Requests are open!

The first sign Draco likes anyone is him paying attention to them regularly. No one, aside from the golden trio & co, keeps his attention for long.

Will probably end up teasing you because he cannot admit to anyone (including himself) that the star slytherin has a crush, especially if you're not in slytherin and especially especially if you're not a pureblood

He'll always be hanging around you, sitting next to you in classes, walking with you in the halls, even finding you after classes by the lake or in the library. Only to better torment you of course. He wants to spend as much time as possible with you, even if it's just you two arguing

Literally will not admit he likes you unless forced, you've gotta be the one to confront him about it and even then he'll try to wiggle his way out of admitting it

When you admit you like him back he's immediately suspicious of you. YOU like HIM? Not possible

In a relationship he'll definitely be shy about physical affection ,especially pda, at first. For one he doesn't have many friends that he allows to touch him and two he's got a reputation to uphold

Once he gets used to it though he is an absolute fiend for any kind of touch ever. Is clingy to a whole new level when stressed about his home life.

Still only handholding in public or letting you hold onto his arm.

Has a mini panic attack announcing his relationship to his parents. Obviously they're fine if you're a pureblood but they're also surprisingly chill if you're not. Or maybe too traumatized from the war to want to do anything even vaguely voldemort related, including supporting his old views.

Also an absolute whore for you playing with his hair

#draco x reader #draco x y/n #draco x male reader #draco x female reader #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy x female reader #draco malfoy x y/n #harry potter #draco malfoy #draco malfoy headcannons #draco fanfiction

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omgeveryusernameistakenicanteven · 1 year

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Sunshine on a Rainy Day

John Hancock x Sole

Bro all I want is to cuddle Hancock wHY is he just a video game character???

“Sunshine?”

Sole quickly wipes her eyes with her sleeve. Still sitting on the ground with her knees to her chest, “What do you want?” She can’t entirely suppress the wavers in her voice. Only an hour earlier her boyfriend–well, ex-boyfriend–had broken up with her in a heated argument and he admitted that he was only ever with her for fame and caps. Turns out being the lover of the Commonwealth’s greatest hero is a pretty lucrative gig, she thought with a huff. He made it crystal clear exactly what he actually thought of her. That’s how she came to be huddled up on a rainy night in the streets of Goodneighbor.

It was lucky, she supposed, that it hadn’t been her now ex that found her. No, it’s the beloved Mayor of Goodneighbor that plops himself onto the soaking cobblestones beside her. Sole’s bottom lip wobbles and she chokes on a sob, “Hancock.”

The mayor scoots closer, draping his coat around her shoulders, “It’s cold out here, Sunshine.”

Instead of answering Sole lets out another sob and turns to bury her face in his shoulder. He holds her steady, lets her cry into him and gently rubs her back while she’s overtaken by her grief. Finally she sniffs one last time and looks up to him only to find him looking right back. His coal black eyes reflect the neon lights across the street. Sole is sure she’s never seen anything more beautiful.

#john hancock fo4 #fallout john hancock #fo4 john hancock #fo4 #john hancock x sole survivor #john hancock x reader #hancock x sole survivor #hancock x reader #hancock x female!sole survivor #hancock x female reader #john hancock x female sole survivor #john hancock x female reader #female!reader

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omgeveryusernameistakenicanteven · 1 year

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Female yautja courting headcannons!!

This is the female yautja courting list! I tried to make it different than the male one while making them similar enough it's believable they're the same species haha

Male yautja version!!

Female:

Honestly not the best at it. Both because you're a human and because female Yautja are usually the ones being courted, not the ones doing the courting.

Still, if you really piqued her interest she will court you herself. Albeit much less strategically than most male yautja.

Will be simultaneously flattered and insulted if you're terrified. It's right that you should be scared, after all she is a superior predator. However it still stings to have your human be scared of you.

She solves this much the same way that the male yautja will. It's a universal instinct across all yautja, male or female, that to calm something or someone down you purr. A pet, pups, their future human, anything. Headcannon that some yautja purr at their ships like humans coo at roombas.

Unlike the male yautja she'll approach you as soon as you've calmed down a bit to explain her intentions. Basically walks up like "I'm going to court you, here is your gift. By the way yautja exist. Also I know I'm glorious, you don't need to tell me."

While about as subtle as a molotov cocktail being lobbed at your face her approach does have it's own charm.

If you accept her advances you're in for a treat. Since most of the yautja population wouldn't be brave stupid enough to give her shit she's much more comfortable taking you on spaceship joyrides; especially after seeing how happy it makes you.

A female yautja wouldn't keep up the constant stream of gifts like a male. I'm thinking they'd give gifts occasionally but they would should their love more in physical affection and acts of service.

I believe that female yautja would be way more physically affectionate way sooner. Mostly because males are very swiftly aliven't-ed if they get too ballsy too soon and female yautja don't really experience that.

In fact she's probably touching you 90% of the time (that other 10% is when she's putting the beat down on other yautja.) Whether you're sitting in her lap, curled up in bed together or holding her arm as you walk she wants to be touching always.

All yautja have a very developed sense of smell. Meaning she knows when you're getting hot and bothered for her. She might just act ignorant to make you say it though.

#yautja #predator #predator x you #predator x reader #yautja x you #yautja x human #yautja x reader #yautja headcanon #predator x human #predator franchise #female yautja #female!yautja x reader #female yautja x reader #female yautja/reader

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Currently obsessed with yautja rn, how do you think they would court a potential s/o?

Male yautja x you

Female yautja version!!

I will do a female yautja as well! I just don't have many ideas for it rn so I wanted to get this out while I brainstorm.

To start maybe some light stalking research. Yautja pride themselves on tactical skill. He wants to know what you like before approaching you

He'll probably start by leaving a gift somewhere for you. The last thing he wants is to scare off his potential mate by showing himself too soon (I mean, 7', 400lbs of grade A BEEF could probably scare anyone)

I don't really subscribe to the "yautja will bring you a human skull as a gift," he's not stupid. While it’s true humans are a decent trophy in their culture he knows that humans no likey when other humans are killed for sport

He'd likely watch your reaction's to whatever gift he's brought: a trinket from his ship, flowers, maybe even something he's seen you admire in a shop (just don't ask how he got that)

Once he's sure your reaction is positive he'd be more comfortable showing himself to you. You'd probably still freak out tho

You know when you crouch down and go "pspspspsp" to lure in a cat? He uses a similar tactic but instead he sits and purrs until you realize that the giant murder alien hasn't come to give you a one way ticket to the afterlife.

Might actually pass out if you approach him first after that. His plan worked! The human isn't terrified of his existence.

Whether he uses a translator or a very enthusiastic game of charades he'll tell you the gift(s) are from him. Also probably the time he reveals his intent to court you.

When the actual courting starts you'd wonder how you could ever go back to a human after this. He won't let you do any chore while he's visiting, showers you with gifts (many of them also handmade by him), and once showed you earth from his ship. He's nothing if not extravagant

Also, maybe surprisingly, the perfect gentleman. Yautja generally don't touch eachother unless they're looking to either throw down or get down (& dirty). He won't do any touching until its 100% clear his courting has worked.

Yautja can smell things real good. Meaning if you do accept his advances he'll learn very quickly what...~works~ when he's trying to initiate the naughty time ;)

#yautja #yautja x reader #predator franchise #yautja x human #yautja headcanon #yautja x you #male yautja #male yautja x reader #male!yautja x reader #yautja/reader #yautja/human #predator x reader #predator x you #male yautja/reader

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omgeveryusernameistakenicanteven · 1 year

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Totally Awesome (pt 2 to Monotony)

Deadpool x Y/n

It’s smexy time B). Reader is gender neutral in this! No particular bits mentioned, only some (hopefully) good smut. Also idk if I should mention but reader is penetrated in this, so if that’s not your thing you’ve been warned! Not sponsored by Tylenol. Pls enjoy :)

Also I’ve decided to start mentioning that requests are open before my stories, so, requests are open!

Deadpool squealed and ran off to Y/n’s bedroom. Y/n had responded by rolling their eyes and going to pop a Tylenol. This Deadpool guy is a headache, especially after a particularly shitty day at work. Still, Y/n thought, maybe he’s good in bed. It always seems to be the odd ones that are.

As soon as Y/n enters the room Deadpool calls, “Like what you see?” He’d stretched himself out on his side, doing his very best impression of the “paint me like one of your french girls” pose, still fully spandex clad.

Y/n raises an eyebrow, but lets their eyes wander. They had to give it to him, he is hot. Even fully clothed Y/n can tell he’s built. Their eyes rest a little longer than necessary on his thighs. Turns out crime fighting on a diet consisting solely of Mexican food is a pretty good muscle-building regime.

“Wellllll?” Deadpool waggles his eyebrows again, and repositions himself slightly.

It strikes Y/n then that he’s trying to be sexy for them. That shouldn’t come as a shock, but it definitely does. They’ve had a history of not all that great boyfriends. To have a man want to please them is almost intoxicating. It’s that more than anything that starts a fire in them. There’s only one little problem though, “You still have your suit on. Take it off.”

“Sorry, babe, no can do. The suit stays on during sex.”

“How are we going to get to having sex if you’re fully clothed?”

“Glad you asked!” He reaches down to his waist band.

“Aht. We don’t need your dick out right now anyways. Lay on your back.” He flops onto his back as Y/n approaches the bed, eyes watching his body hungrily. They wonder briefly if he knew how attractive he is, then figure it wouldn’t hurt to tell him, “There we go, good” they smile. “Handsome boy.”

Y/n straddles his hips, “Pull your mask up.”

“Sor-”

“I’ve already seen the bottom of your face, pull your mask up.”

Deadpool swallows hard but obeys, pulling his mask so it’s caught on the bridge of his nose. His tongue flicks out to wet his lips. Even with his eyes covered Y/n can tell he’s watching them intently.

When they lean down to kiss him Y/n smiles again. For a while they’re content like that, bracing themself above him and admiring how desperate he is for more. Then Y/n moves one of their legs between his thighs. Almost immediately he bucks his hips up into them, desperate for some sort of friction.

“Aww, handsome, you like that?”

“Yess,” he moans, trying to grind up into them and arch his back at the same time.

They chuckle watching him. He gives up trying to press his chest up into them. Y/n watches his face for a while and admires his gasps and moans. They wonder how long it’d been since someone fucked him. He whines out a plea, and Y/n obliges capturing his lips again in a kiss. This time they nip at his bottom lip. Immediately he opens his mouth, more than happy to do what they like.

They’re a bit put out still, not being able to see the rest of his face. Instead they content themself with feeling his body through his suit. Running their fingers over where his nipples should be and marveling at how sensitive he is, even with the added layer. It only makes them want him naked more. Y/n smirks into his mouth and reaches down to palm his now straining dick. “Look at you, baby, are you gonna cum already?”

Without thinking he nods frantically, pushing up into their hand.

Y/n gives a thoughtful hum and pulls their hand away, “Can’t have that, can we?”

He opens his eyes again, hips still trying to find friction against the air. Y/n gets up from the bed and watches him, almost daring him to try to get up. When he lays still they smile again, “Good boy.” Then they grab the hem of their shirt and pull it up halfway, feeling more than seeing his eyes boring into them. Deciding not to torture the poor man too much Y/n doesn’t drag it out. They pull the shirt over their head and toss it into the corner of the bedroom. The rest of their clothes follow shortly after and then they’re back on the bed.

They straddle him again, this time setting more of their weight on him and letting him rock his hips against them. Deadpool’s hands are twisting in the blankets, clearly trying to restrain from touching until he’s given permission. Such a polite boy, “You can touch me, good boy.” Immediately his hands shoot to their hips, pulling them more firmly onto his bulge and whining in frustration that his cock was still trapped in his suit. Y/n lets him pull their hips more firmly on his dick and smiles when he reaches up instead to fondle their chest, clumsily trying to play with their nipples.

When they were satisfied with that they swat his hands away and ignore his affronted look. “Ready to put that mouth to better use, handsome boy?”

A wicked grin spreads across his face, tongue flicking out to run over his teeth. Y/n is again pleasantly surprised that he’s apparently so eager to please. Large hands had gone to knead at their ass in hopes they’d just move forwards already. Y/n raised themselves on their knees before shuffling forwards a bit and hovering over his face. They laugh a bit when he pulls at their hips, trying to get them to sit.

As soon as Y/n sits down Deadpool wraps his arms up over their thighs to hold them in place. Immediately Y/n realizes that they’re not going to last long like this. ‘Pool’ is eating them out like a man starved. Y/n leans back for better leverage to grind down on his face. Their head drops back onto their shoulders, “Fuck, don’t stop. Handsome boy.”

Y/n reaches back again to palm at his cock. This only encourages Deadpool more. He releases one of their thighs to sink a finger into them, crooking it slightly. Y/n bears down on the finger, desperately wanting more. Deadpool is only happy to oblige, pushing another finger in and fucking Y/n harder. It’s too much and not enough all at once. Until Y/n suddenly tenses and grinds down hard on his fingers as their orgasm tears through them. Deadpool keeps fingering them through their orgasm.

When they’re done Deadpool pulls his fingers out and traps their thighs again. He keeps on licking and sucking and nipping until Y/n is twitching from overstimulation. They try to kneel up from his onslaught. He keeps them there for one last broad lick that makes their whole body lurch. When he does release them they fall against the headboard to catch their breath while he gets up from under them and kneels up.

“I want you on your back.”

Y/n lets out a laugh, but falls onto their back anyways and spreads their legs. “Fuck me.”

“Don’t need to tell me twice,” He grins and immediately covers them. For a moment Deadpool debates teasing himself for a while, but seeing Y/n on their back spreading their legs for him makes him push forwards into them right away. If this ends up being a dream he’d be pissed at himself for not getting to the point. Seeing his head push into their entrance almost immediately confirms his choice. It also confirms that he isn’t going to last long at all. Still he tries to ease into it at first. Slowly thrusting alll the way in then dragging back out. He loves their little sounds, loves even more that he chose to have them on their back so he could watch their face. They very quickly drive him to wanting more. So he leans down to prop himself above them on his forearms then lays into it. Right away he feels his orgasm start to build and it only spurs him to go faster. Y/n wraps their legs around his waist and angles their hips up, seemingly recovered from their earlier orgasm.

Deadpool loses his rhythm as his orgasm builds. Y/n had wrapped an arm around his neck and pulled him down into a kiss. That along with their walls clenching around him draws out his orgasm. He can’t help coming. Vaguely he wonders if he’ll be punished for it, somehow he doesn’t think he’d mind. He pushes as far into them as he can get, then pushes some more. They’d broken the kiss and Deadpool is panting to regain his breath, dick still in them. He lets his weight rest on them for a bit before pulling out and rolling over beside them.

“See? I told you the sex would be totally awesome.”

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I’m not super great at drawing but I made this! He’s just a lil guy :’)

#fallout #fallout 4 #fallout4 #fanart #art #falloutfanart #fallout fanart #fo4 #fo4 fanart #fo4 john hancock #john hancock #john hancock fallout 4 #john hancock fo4 #fallout john hancock #fallout art #fallout 4 art #his lil face kills me #hancock or bust

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A Compromise

Severus Snape x Reader/OC

OC is a generic reader stand in. She/her pronouns and no specific traits given besides a last name, Polter.

Please enjoy! I wrote this awhile ago (before I started this blog) because Snape needs some love too. He gets a lil massage

“Hello Severus!”

The new teacher was..well, insufferable is putting it lightly, but his head hurt too much to think of any other word. “Mr. Snape. I don’t consider us on first name basis Ms. Polter.”

She laughed a bit while inviting herself further into his office to lean against his desk. “I consider us on first name basis, Severus.” The disgruntled professor didn’t bother stopping his sneer. The nerve of this witch. Just as he opened his mouth to tell her off she started speaking again. “Well, maybe not entirely. Since you hardly talk to me, but close enough. It’s more work avoiding me y’know. What with The Order, and now me being assigned as your assistant. You’re going to have to speak to me at some point.”

“And I’d like to push that point as far into the future as I can.” He hunches over the papers he’s grading and decides to ignore her. Or try to. He tries very hard to ignore her methodical steps around his desk. He tries to ignore her when she comes to a stop behind him. He tries to ignore her words when she speaks.

“I don’t think that’s the truth, Severus. Stop trying to lie to me.” The witch sets her hands on his cloaked shoulders. For now she doesn’t move, just waits; waits to see what he’ll do next.

Her waiting is in vain, Severus only grits his teeth and goes back to ignoring her. Resigning herself to more waiting she drags her hands up and into his hair. Well she tries, unfortunately she’s foiled as Severus ducks even further and swats at her hand.

The witch speaks up again, “I have a compromise.”

“I’m not interested.”

“Don’t be so boring. I’ll only stay for 5 more minutes and I won’t bother you again after this.”

“What’s the catch?”

“The catch is that I get to touch you in those five min—“

“No. Absolutely not.”

“Let me explain. You’ll remained clothed and I’m only going to be touching your shoulders and hair. At the end of the five minutes I’ll never bother you again, swear on my wand.”

“Never again?”

“Never.”

“Fine.”

The witch smiles as Severus frowns. He doesn’t know exactly why he’s doing this instead of scaring her off like he usually does. Maybe because the thought of not dealing with her at all is just too enticing. That thought quickly leaves his head as her hands return to their places at his shoulders. Slowly, gently she starts rubbing. Just her thumbs at first, in small circles at the base of his neck. He tenses at the touch. The circles work their way out a bit, then disappear entirely as her other fingers get to rubbing and pressing.

She’s giving him a massage. A good one. One that almost makes him forget that he hates her and wants her to leave him alone forever. Her hands work back up to his neck and he feels the hair there stand on end. No one has touched him like this in a long time. Or ever. When she gets to his hair he recoils a bit. Subconsciously he’s waiting for the pin to drop. Waiting for the cruel remark or teasing or pulling.

“I’ve always loved your hair, Severus.” That was something he didn’t expect. Well that and the soft rubbing and scratching at his scalp. He opened his mouth to scold her for trying to fool him and instead let out a soft breathy moan. Almost immediately he slapped his hand over his mouth and tried to stand. God he’s an idiot. Of fucking course he’d make a fool of himself.

Her hands switch to his shoulders and hold him down in his chair. “The time isn’t up yet Severus. 3 minutes left. If you want me to quit bothering you then you have to stay the whole time.”

The professor nods and settles back tensely. A tenseness that quickly disappears when her hands start moving again. Again they head back to his hair and Severus presses his lips together tightly.

With the last minute she works her hands down again and massages the base of his neck with her thumbs, her fingers wrapping lightly towards the front. Almost immediately Severus drops his head back with a strained whine.

She stops massaging with her thumbs.

Her nails settle at the base of his neck.

They drag towards the front, pausing to press harder on his pulse.

Her hands rub down the front of his neck to his collar bones.

“You did so well for me, Severus.”

The hands leave.

His eyes shoot open (since when were they closed?) and he twists in his chair to grab her wrists. “5 more minutes. Please, I don’t want you to stop bothering me.”

“No, no Severus. That was the deal. Five minutes and I’d never bother you again. Unless, you want to hear another compromise?”

He’s standing now, holding onto her shoulders to stop her from going, at the mention of another compromise he nods, “Yes! Another compromise.”

She smiles a bit, “I’ll spend more than five minutes with you, but not right now. If you want more time, come to my office at midnight tomorrow.”

Severus nods again, but still tries to touch, desperate to keep her near.

At this she laughs. “I’ll stop bothering you, Severus.” With those words she leaves his office and him to wonder if what happened was real.

One thing was for certain, he would be paying her a visit tomorrow night.

Part 2 to this!

#harry potter #severus x oc #severus x reader #snape x reader #snape x oc #severus snape x reader #severus snape x oc #fluff #if you squint #severus/oc #severus/reader #snape/oc #snape/reader #severus snape/oc #severus snape/reader

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Monotony

Deadpool x Y/N Kind of a crack fic, but also sorta serious. I honestly just want an excuse to write Deadpool smut soooo. Pt 2 coming soon-ish, maybe tomorrow or the day after. Anyways, Y/n uses they/them pronouns and has very minimal corporeal being at the moment (they have no lips, how will they get a kiss kiss??)

Life is boring. Y/n wished their current reality would shift into something more…exciting. Although they thought they should be grateful their life was boring. They had a stable job making good money and didn’t often experience life-altering hardships. “Monotony is better than disaster, I suppose.” Just as they speak those words aloud an earth shaking crash booms outside their apartment.

Fuck.

Y/n runs to the window and looks into the street far below. It’s hard to tell through the gloom but rubble is scattered across the asphalt. Had a building collapsed?? Down the street to their left it’s much more concentrated. Y/n almost swears they see movement there through the dust cloud. Turns out they did. Something lumbers out of the dust cloud. Something big. Y/n throws themself to the ground out of sight and presses their fist to their mouth.

Holy fuck.

Not daring to risk peeking through the window again Y/n scurries along the ground to the other side of the room. Just in time it seems because the apartment window shatters as something is hurled through it. They scream.

“Hey, hey, hey, let’s not do that.” The crumpled..thing in the corner speaks. Not that it does any good, if anything Y/n screams louder. “HEY! You need to shut the fuck up if you don’t want us to die! Because I’m pretty sure you won’t come back if you get eaten.” The man, y/n had determined ‘it’ was most definitely a man crawled over and used his one arm to shush them.

“What the fuck?” The words were barely audible.

“You need to shut up,” he whispers back.

“Who-emf!” The man puts his hand over their mouth, staring alertly out the window. Or at least, they think he is. He’s wearing a mask. That aside, the thing that alarmed Y/n more is his strength and alertness when he should be in shock or dying. In fact, if Y/n couldn’t see the damage they would assume he was in perfect health, if a bit stressed.

After getting the message Y/n tugs on his shoulder and jerks their head towards the door behind them. The masked man tilts his head, releases Y/n, and raises a finger to his lips in a “shh” motion. “Bathroom.” Y/n mouthed, then shimmies across the floor and opens the door as quietly as possible.

Almost as soon as the bathroom door clicks shut the noise outside stops completely. Y/n reaches again for the handle of the door but is stopped by a hand on her wrist. When they look at him he shakes his head very slowly, eyes wide and holding his breath. Slowly he releases Y/n’s hand and pulls up the bottom of his mask. The destroyed skin underneath doesn’t strike as much fear as the words he mouths, “It knows.”

So Y/n huddles against the opposite wall of the bathroom, hand against their mouth and wide eyes staring at the door as if it would come alive and attack them both. After several long minutes of listening to their own heartbeat Y/n hears a gurgly growl. It’s inside the apartment. Just as Y/n is about to say fuck it and make a break for it the man grabs their wrist again. He pulls them back so that they’re sitting between his legs with their back to his chest then presses a finger to their lips and moves his hand down to their waist to hold them in place.

It felt like an entire eternity before he released their waist. Y/n pushes away from him to the opposite side of the bathroom. “Little help.” He rasps, head slumped sideways. Thinking fast Y/n snatches towels from the cupboard and press them against the stump of his arm. Weird, it seemed shorter before.

“Deadpool.” The man whispers.

“What?”

“Before I made you shut up before you were going to ask who I was. I’m Deadpool.”

With that he slumps to the side, dead.

“Oh, fuck.” Y/n backs away from the body and looks to the door. Is it safe yet?

Y/n curls up against the wall and stares at the door. After a while they hear footsteps stumping along in her apartment. The door handle shakes, then the door opens. Another masked man stands there, this one smaller. He stares down at Y/n, then glances over at the body. For one horrible moment Y/n considers that he might blame them for this. Then he speaks “God, he’s an idiot. C’mon, let's get you some tea.”

They recoil from the masked man, but he doesn’t seem phased. Instead he helps them up and to the kitchen where he makes them a cup of tea. “Don’t worry about him, he’ll heal up just fine. Honestly he’ll probably be out here and annoying us both in fifteen minutes.”

“You didn’t s-see? He’s dead!”

“Yeah, Pool does that sometimes. Honestly, don’t worry about it. Just drink your tea. Oh, and I’m Spiderman. Sorry about your window.”

In favor of keeping their sanity Y/n decides to change the subject. “What happened?” they ask, sipping on their tea and throwing worried glances at the bathroom door.

“I-uhh, well I don’t really know. Strange is smarter with all this interdimensional space fabric stuff. The jist of it is some shit happened that opened a rift between our universes. Big baddie came here. Avengers–and Deadpool–came here to clean that up. Pool got thrown through your window and I’m assuming crawled into your bathroom to die.”

“We were hiding..that thing was in my apartment.”

“Nah. It can project its voice. It was waiting outside your apartment for a while. Probably waiting for you to come out of the bathroom. It was weird, like everything went completely silent for just a few seconds.”

“Oh..” Y/n fell silent. Thinking back to the corpse in the bathroom that had saved her life not that long before. They wondered if what this ‘Spiderman” had said was true.

A low groan came from the bathroom. Both Peter and Y/n perk up and look back to the door. The door handle jiggles but the man behind it was clearly struggling to open it fully. Y/n stumbles off their stool and runs to the doorway then flings it open.

“Honey, I’m home!” Deadpool sang, propping himself up on the doorway, “Did you miss me?” He smirks at them, his mask still up halfway. “I totally saved your life, be tee dubs.” The change in his attitude almost gave Y/n whiplash. This guy was absolutely nothing like the serious, gravely injured man who’d saved them. “Take a picture, sweet cheeks. It’ll last you longer.” He drew out the last word in a sing-song tone.

“You’re..not dead?”

“Of course I’m not dead. I would never die. Well, I would die but I wouldn’t stay dead.” He slings an arm over their shoulders and leads them back to the kitchen.

The men only stayed a couple minutes longer before both of them jumped out Y/n’s still broken window. For a long while Y/n thought that was it. Life moved on, the window was fixed. Everything was back to monotony. Then for the second time Y/n’s living room window shattered as a full grown masked man was hurled through it.

“I’m baaack!” He sang, jumping to his feet.

“What the hell, man?” Y/n clambers up after falling off their chair, “Why would you do that??”

“Hey! I didn’t have any control over it. My guess is the author needed some convenient way to get us back together so we can have some totally awesome sex.” Deadpool waggles his eyebrows. Weird that Y/n could see it over the mask.

“Listen, uh, man. You need to leave.”

“What,” he shouted, “You would just abandon me and kick me out in the cold after I saved your life??”

“It’s ninety degrees out!”

He plops himself down on the couch and crosses his arms, “My point stands.”

“No, it doesn’t. Your point fell over and died.”

“So you don’t want to have totally awesome sex?” He leans his head on the back of the couch and looks up at them. “You look funny upside down.”

For a moment Y/n pauses. This whole thing had started with them lamenting the monotony of their life. They honestly couldn’t think of anything less monotonous than fucking a spandex clad crimefighter than couldn’t physically die.

“Bedroom is that way.” They said whilst pointing. “Go lay down. I need a tylenol.”

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A Promise of Warmth

Fluff-y drabble with my favorite radio ghoul. He’s just so cute I could die!! Anyways, Sole uses she/her pronouns in this and is taller than Kent. Other than that nothing else identifying. Enjoy! Also I want to write a pt 2 to this

The Memory Den’s lights shine brighter in the rain. They promise warmth; shielding travelers from the downpour and letting them relive happy memories. For Sole the lights promise an entirely different kind of warmth.

Before she even shakes the rain from her trench coat or takes off the tricorn she’d taken to wearing she’s nearly bowled over by that promised warmth.

“Sole!” Even with his face buried in her general’s uniform Sole can hear the smile in his voice. Kent looks up at her, still beaming, “you’re back!”

She smiles and stoops slightly to kiss him, “I’m back.”

A blush rises on the ghoul’s cheeks and he steps back. Despite being in a relationship with Sole since she’d rescued him nearly two months back the ghoul is still remarkably shy. Sole has since put it down to his character instead of any anxiety caused by her.

Of course, it doesn’t help his blush when she wraps an arm around the low of his back and pulls him flush with her once more. “The weather’s turning. You must’ve been cold here alone.” Her fingers knead slightly in their place on his hip. Sole is more than eager to pull her sunshine into bed; not that she’d ever admit to being anything but the perfect gentleman.

Kent smiles up at her. “Oh, it's alright! I know you’ve been busy.” That much is true; Sole has been busy. It doesn’t stop Kent from wishing they could spend every night curled up together in his small room while Sole tells him stories of the wastes or else listening to the Silver Shroud on the radio.

Sole leans down and gives him another kiss. This time her lips linger on his longer than what some may call appropriate for the public. She lets go of his waist and instead takes his hand to lead him back into his room.

Her sunshine is practically glowing with excitement as the door clicks shut. Kent turns in front of her and grabs her other hand before exclaiming, “I have a surprise for you!” He’s beaming ear to ear and Sole can’t help but smile back at him. She’d do everything to protect this. Her sunshine.

Still smiling, she asks, “What’s your surprise?”

Kent breaks eye contact, then takes a deep break, and another. He peaks up to see she’s still watching. “Iwasthinkingyoucouldundressmethistime.”

“What?”

“I was thinking you could undress me this time.”

Sole hums, pulls his back to her chest and leans down to speak in his ear, “I think that’s a great idea, sunshine.”

#fallout 4 x oc #fallout 4 #fallout x oc #kent connolly #ghouls need love too #kent connolly x sole #kent connolly x reader #kent connolly x oc #fluff

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