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slytherizz · 6 months

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Petulant - Sebastian Sallow x F!MC

Tags: Rivals to Lovers, Fluff, Slice of Life, First Kiss

A/N I'm trying to be kinder to myself when it comes to my writing. I usually share longer pieces but I have so many little bits of fluffy drabble and I'm trying to remember writing is meant to be fun and not every one-shot needs to be perfect.

Palms flat on the jetty Sebastian hoisted himself out of the water. Cursing violent profanities as he shook his hair out like a wet dog as he scrambled onto the dock. Shaking whether with rage or because the frigid water of the black lake had chilled him to the bone. She wasn’t sure.

Not that she cared.

Sebastian deserved it for being such a petulant pain in her arse. And little water never killed anyone; no matter how many unsavoury creatures lurked in its murky depths.

He’d practically goaded her into shoving him off the jetty. It had only been a matter of time before one of them retaliated against this little bonding exercise of Hecat’s. If he'd seen the opening first she'd be the one drenched and spluttering - she was sure of it.

Having to endure sharing a potions station where they could use Gareth as a buffer was one thing. But being forced to spend her precious and most sacred Sallow-free hours, in the freezing cold catching Grindalow's as punishment was beyond the pale. All because they caused a teensy fire that was entirely Sebasitan’s fault when a duel had gotten out of hand.

Really what had Hecate expected to achieve with this cruel and unusual detention? That they’d return to the castle thick as thieves? Strike up a newfound camaraderie that would want to make her do anything besides hex the smarmy git?

Impossible. Their professor was far too optimistic and this exercise had been doomed from the start.

“Enjoy your swim?” she sneered. Perhaps it hadn’t been an entire waste of time. At least now she could savour this mental image of him sopping wet and looking utterly ridiculous.

Regaining his balance and rising to his full height, Sebastian stalked towards her. Face like thunder stopping mere inches away from her to glare down his nose. Droplets of water falling from his hair onto her cheeks. She swatted them away wrinkling her nose in disgust which only seemed to enrage him further.

"You. Are the most immature. Insufferable. Petulant witch, I've ever had the displeasure to meet. Give me one good reason I shouldn’t hex you on the spot! Why exactly did you feel the need to throw me in the bastard lake?”

He was standing so close to her she should really step away but her feet were practically glued to the spot. Standing so close his hot breath ghosted across her cheeks. So close in fact, she could see his freckled skin through the shirt which clung to every inch of him. Sheer white leaving absolutely nothing to her imagination.

How she'd never noticed quite how large Sebastian had gotten until he was impressing down on her was a mystery. A realisation that came too little too late as she’d turned their altercations physical.

No matter where she looked there seemed to be more of him. Broad shoulders heaving with every laboured breath. Water beading in sparse hairs on his chest which peaked out from over his open-top buttons. Muscles in his jaw and neck twitching in agitation.

Her eyes of their own volition had begun to meander down his stomach following the trail of hair wondering exactly how far they went before she caught herself. Wrenching them up again to his face, before she saw if the cling of his soaking tartan trousers exposed just as much of him as his shirt. Half terrified of what she'd find; the other half disgusted with her own desire to look. She didn't know what kind of feelings it would invoke but by the heat pooling low in her abdomen - she could hazard a guess.

“Have you got nothing to say for yourself?”

She blushed wildly. Mouth flapping open and closing like a fish out of water. Trying to stamp down the unwelcome feeling that made her want to press her thighs together.

He blinked at her. Dark eyebrows lowering sceptically. "You're staring."

"I am not!” she spluttered. Trying to recapture the feeling of overwhelming irritation she’d felt the precise moment she’d thrown him overboard. “An obnoxious idiot just happens to be shouting his head off in my eyeline."

"You're blushing." He smirked, voice giddy with amusement as if he'd finally cracked some impossible puzzle. Her hands snapped up to clasp her burning face to hide the evidence. His tongue darted across his bottom lip licking off water. Which only made her cheeks burn hotter.

"Is that why you pushed me in? Wanted to get a good look?"

"I wanted you to shut your mouth and stop whinging for five minutes so I could have some bloody peace. But it seems to have had the opposite effect - you're chatting even more bollocks than before."

"So this why you’re so insufferable all the time. This-” He gestured down to his dishevelled albeit to her utter dismay, not unappealing state of undress. “Is your idea of flirting?”

“Flir- Flirting? You must have knocked your head on your way down.”

“Merlin. This is rich - You’d be pulling on my pigtails if I had them."

"No. I. Wouldn't!"

Foot stomping hard on the rickety planks in frustration. Rather childish and definitely not her proudest display. It did little to prove her argument and instead to her dismay only seemed to make Sebastian grin wider.

"You fancy me." Not a question. He declared it like he’d won some imaginary battle.

"I absolutely do not."

He leaned further towards her she could see the glint of triumph in his brown eyes. She swallowed hard eyes flicking towards his lips and back again.

"Liar.”

Strong hands seized her face and knowing he’d won - Sebastian crashed his lips into hers. They were wet and cool against hers from his tumble into the lake as he kissed her. But so soft and inviting in a way she didn’t think anyone's flesh could be it made her head spin. His fingers tangled in her hair, mouth moving demanding against hers.

Her knee jerked instinctively towards his most precious area but faltered, along with the last of her pride. She could not seem to find the will to pry herself away. Sebastian’s teeth grazed her bottom lip requesting access. She gasped in surprise and he slid his tongue past her parted lips. A shudder ran through her as his tongue flicked against hers.

He groaned into her mouth, as her tongue matched his motions in maddening strokes. A sound under normal circumstances she would have mocked him mercilessly for only made her kiss him back more feverishly. Regrettably, her hands were just as traitorous as her tongue. Following the curve of broad shoulders, she felt the muscles underneath firm from years of duelling. Admitting defeat she dared to go further tangling in his wet hair. Pulling gently hoping it would elicit more sinful sounds from Sebastian.

A deep well of desire now pooled in her gut all rational thoughts drowned in. She failed miserably to stifle her own strained moan as large hands encircled her waist pulling her flush against him. Skin practically burning despite the frigid temperatures.

A truly pathetic whimper of protest escaped her lips as Sebastian pulled away from their kiss. Leaving her breathless and dizzy even as the cold rushed in. No longer able to leech his warmth she shamefully realised how close their bodies had been pressed together from the chill of her damp clothes.

He stepped back and if she was capable of forming a coherent thought she would have hexed the smug look off his ridiculous, handsome, infuriating face.

"Now. I'm going to go and get out of these wet clothes before I catch a death," Sebastian said. As casually as if he was observing the weather and had not just spent the last five minutes snogging the supposed most insufferable witch he’d ever met. Turning quickly on his heels he began striding towards the boat house. Leaving her open-mouthed cheeks burning from the frigid wind lapping at the wet hand print on her cheek or with shameful unwanted desire she wasn't sure. Calling back over his shoulder. A roughish smile pulled on freckled cheeks. A devilish glint in his eye. "If you're ready to stop being such a brat - I'll let you help."

She groaned inwardly, legs following him across the jetty seemingly of their own accord. Powerless to stop herself and praying no one would see her shameless pursuit.

She knew he'd never let her live this one down.

Not that she cared.

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lorre-verie · 1 year

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I LOVE LOVE LOVE your avatar modern a-z list and ur neteyam series! I was wondering if you took requests by any chance? like could you do something with aonung with fem reader maybe enemies to lovers? sorry if u dont!

no way, tysm for this! I haven't even put out anything specific saying ill do requests and the fact that you wanted to see more of my writing means so much to me 💚 tysm anon for giving me this chance, i hope it won't disappoint you! There was no specification so I hope me taking creative liberty with this was okay!

: ̗̀➛ “I hate you.” “Love you too.”

word count and approx. reading time: 2.5k words, 8 minutes?

pairings: ao’nung x fem! omaticayan! reader

notes: - reader is neteyam’s twin sister - when someone says something in english it’ll be in italics but not all italic dialogue is english it may just be for emphasising the word - I’m pretty sure the na’vi have their own curse words maybe - I tried to make it seem like you (the reader) is talking to..well..an audience, in the beginning. but i realised thats also you. so to seperate it, the indented text at the start is you talking to yourself.

warnings: kissing, literally making out, teasing, a lot of cussing at the start, neteyam being a protective brother (not a warning ik)

Meeting someone that is so stupidly annoying, so much that you want to kill them on the inside, is common. Its alright. No biggie. Happens to all of us.

But if the same person makes you feel all giddy inside with their stupid smile and their stupid face and their stupid hands on your shoulder and their stupid mouth, so giddy that you want to shut them up by kissing them, then you’re gonna wanna sit down for this, cause it happened to me, too.

“Ao’nung, I swear on Eywa if you don’t actually help me with this right now I will pull out your hair and send my ikran after you, you piece of shit!” you practically shriek at him after being stranded by the ilu.

It had been a month since you and your family first landed in Awa’atlu and started training with the metkayina.

After mastering your breathing, the next step of training consisted of the metkayina helping you and your siblings learn how to ride the creatures, but Ao’nung was being uncooperative as usual.

He didn’t adjust any part of your riding position, insisting that you were going to be fine and that your posture was already “perfect.”, to which you gave him a suspicious glare. And stupidly, you trsusted him. That ended up with you being stranded in the middle of the blue ocean, being practically blown away by the water, ilu leaving you in the dust.

He laughed, his ilu gliding across the water with him on its back, going in your direction. “That was hilarious. You didn’t actually believe me when I said you were going to be fine, did you?” he chuckled, eyes silently judging your messed up and sopping wet hair.

You glared at him, exhaling deeply. “You’re such an annoying bitch, you know that?” you mumbled under your breath, saying the word in english so he wouldn’t understand. He had been messing with you for weeks now, always laughing at you if you’d messed something up and never actually being helpful.

As you swam forward, water level at your shoulders, to get onto the back of his ilu, he extended his hand, offering to help you up. Hesitantly, you took it. Once your hand near his, he reached forward and grabbed your forearm, pulling you up and leaning down into your face.

“You know, for such a pretty face you have such a foul mouth.” he muttered with his deep voice, amused eyes searching your face for a reaction. He really didn’t know exactly what the word meant, but he definitely had a guess.

You were shocked, your hand held high up in the air. He was so strong that his grip on your wrist lifted up the rest of your body, yet it didn’t hurt you at all. Your waist was still submerged in the water,

Your eyes narrowed into slits, he thought he could get the best of you? Even though you were suspended in midair you still came up with a comeback. “Wish I could say the same.” you whispered in mock pity, bottom lip jutting out in a small pout.

He rolled his eyes with an entertained smirk, lowering you back in the water. “Please, you wish you had my beautiful face.” he said as you mounted the back of his ilu, sitting directly behind him. You were about to respond with another insult when the ilu suddenly dove under the water, and quickly you shut your mouth and took a deep breath in so you wouldn’t pass out.

It was all so sudden that you didn’t even realise what you just did; wrapped your arms around his abdomen, clutching it for dear life to avoid being thrown off the ilu for a second time. Once you came to your senses, however, you couldn’t bring yourself to pull away.

Partly because you were just shocked, but also because you could feel his abs. Damn. He certainly was well built for his age, you thought to yourself before snapping out of your momentary daze. You quickly repositioned your hands to hold his shoulders instead, wanting to slap yourself in the face for the thought you just had.

Sure, you had had a few...maybe romantic thoughts about Ao'nung, especially the first time you two met. He stalked up through the crowd with such confidence and assurance in himself that he caught your attention immediately, but your little love at first sight moment was quickly crushed when he and his friend Rotxo started making fun of your brother's tails, right in front of you.

He was strong, tall, confident, and the Olo'eyktan's eldest son. The whole package. Who wouldn’t like a guy like that? For you, it was much easier to resist, because he was a complete and total asshole to you and your family.

You were pretty sure he had the biggest, stupidest grin on his face right then and there because you knew that he knew that you could feel his muscles. He moved his left arm, placing a hand behind your thigh to secure your position on the ilu as he made a sharp turn around a rock in the water. You were going to have a seizure at this point.

Being Neteyam’s younger twin sister had its perks and definitely its downfalls; your older brother refusing to let you date anyone and side eyeing the hell out of any guy that dared to approach you.

“Hey, it’s not like you’re going to mate with any of them now! You have the rest of your life for that!” he always said in defense whenever you would get mad at him for scaring a little crush away.

Granted, he was definitely right. Little kid love wouldn’t have suited you and you probably would have broken up with your boyfriend in a week because you were bored. But then at least you would have gotten used to male attention that wasn’t your family. Well, except for that one time, but that was so long ago you had already forgotten the feeling.

You felt blood rush to your cheeks at his touch, stomach doing backflips. You took a hand off his shoulder to pinch his on your thigh, a silent warning since you couldn’t speak underwater, causing his hand to jut away and return to holding the rein at the front of the ilu.

It wasn’t like this was his first time touching you, he’d placed his hand on your shoulder and flickered your forehead, sure. But this time felt different. It was more gentle. More caring. But you hated him. And he hated you. At least that's what you thought.

Your mind wandered to when you were lying in a shallow pool of water with Kiri, chatting away about how Awa'atlu had been for you both so far. "So, how's your little crush?" she smirked, twisting and playing with one of her little braids dangling over her face.

"Crush? I don't have a crush, Kiri." you rolled your eyes. "Are you kidding me??? What about that douchebag Ao'nung?" she stopped playing with her braid, eyes widened. She wasn't mocking you, she actually thought you had a crush on him.

"Ew. Barf. Why would I ever like him? I have taste, sister." you scoffed, pretending that you weren't considering it inside your head. He infuriated you, made you to want to slap the stupid cheshire grin that was constantly on his face.

But when he did keep his mouth shut, you couldn't help but admire his strength. And his better than average face. "I'm too good for him." you said, snapping out of your little daze thinking about him. Kiri raised her eyebrows in amusement, but you didn't notice.

At the end of the day, your family and Tonowari’s gathered for dinner, having a friendly chat about how things have been going lately. Your mother was doing well in Tsahìk training with Ronal, and your father had mastered riding a skimwing. Your ilu training was taken over by Tsireya who was MUCH more helpful than Ao’nung was, and everyone had made good progress.

But the real elephant in the room? Lo’ak and Tsireya sitting in front of each other, always making shy eye contact as they ate, her giggling sometimes when she saw his ears turn purple.

You felt sick to your stomach seeing the interaction. Ronal and your dad didn’t seem to notice, but Tonowari and your mom definitely did. Neytiri hid her smirk by continuing to eat, and Tonowari had a big smile on his face finding that his daughter had found someone (Toruk Makto’s second eldest son, no less!)

Ao’nung wasn’t there to witness this, cause apparently his dad sent him off to do some errands and he was running late. You shared a strained look with your sister Kiri, who made a fake throwing up expression. Neteyam and Tuk honestly couldn’t care less.

When Ao’nung finally arrived, he took the empty seat on Neteyam’s right; in front of you, even though there were 2 other vacant mats he could have sat on. Kiri broke the half amused half disgusted and half oblivious silence, with a “Lo’ak, please stop staring at Tsireya like that I’m literally about to projectile vomit all over the floor.”

“Kiri, shut up!” he groaned, avoiding Tsireya’s gaze in embarrassment. “Yeah, it’s getting weird and I’m losing my appetite.” you commented, stating the truth but teasing your brother at the same time. By this point, both pairs of parents + Tuk decided to ignore you guys' conversation and talked about their own things.

“You’re just jealous you never had anyone that liked you!” Lo’ak accused you, you gasping in fake hurt. “Well that’s not true.” Kiri said, shoving her mouth with more food. Your eyes widened, your head turned to look to your right, directly at your sister. Neteyam looked up at this.

“Oh– right– uhm forget I said anything.” she played it off, temporarily forgetting that you both kept that a secret from your brothers. “Hey no nonononono, I wanna hear more about this guy!” Lo’ak said, eyes flickering between you and Kiri. Ao’nung and Neteyam were also listening intently.

“I don’t think that’s really necessary.” you said nervously, looking at Neteyam whose eyes narrowed. “No. You will tell me.” your older brother spoke, as you gave him a pleading look. “You know you have to tell him sooner or later.” Kiri rolled her eyes as you slapped her arm.

“Okay! Fine!” you sighed, an exasperated expression on your face. “It was Viawli! He confessed to me with some flowers and then we dated for a while. Behind Neteyam’s back.” you finished, burying your hands in your face.

“Honestly you should’ve listened to how annoying she was when they dated. Oh Kiri he’s so sweet he got me flowers- Oh Kiri, he's so funny, Kiri he’s so handsom–” you slap her own hand around her mouth to stop her from talking, your entire face purple at this point. Lo’ak howled with laughter as Neteyam continued eating, expressionless, his annoyance and protective urge probably bubbling up and waiting to explode once your both were out of sight from your parents.

Your eyes met with Ao’nungs, he seemed very shocked at this news, but you decided to ignore it for now. You had more important things to deal with; Neteyam’s wrath.

After receiving a painful earful from your brother, you opted for a little walk along the beach, enjoying how the ocean looked after eclipse. The sand underneath your feet comforted you, and you liked kicking some of it into water just for fun. As you were doing so, you noticed someone who was waist deep into the water. Strange, you thought. Who would be swimming in the cold water at this hour??

You decided to get closer, and then you noticed the bun. It was Ao’nung. You waded in the water, the ripples from your movement alerting him that someone was near. He turned in your direction, making eye contact with you.

You wanted to say something to mock him, but your resolve dissipated once you saw the look on his face. He looked like he had been deep in thought, something you’d never seen before. All you could do was wave hi. He nodded his head a little, indicating it was okay for you to be there.

You waddled through the cold water, standing next to him. He continued staring into the horizon, and you pursed your lips in silence. This was kinda awkward, but you also didn’t want to ruin the moment. You two were so close, if you moved your left arm just a little you could hold his hand.

Wait what? No! You weren’t supposed to be having these sorts of thoughts around him, he was supposed to be annoying! But you couldn’t help yourself, you looked down to see your hand and his, dangling lonely next to each other. You resisted the urge to take his hand, instead marvelling at the size difference. His hand was huge compared to yours.

When you looked up, you noticed he was already staring right back at you. But instead of a smug smirk, he had a gentle smile on his face. A genuine smile. Your lips parted, confused as to what he was thinking.

“So,” he finally said. “This ‘Vialli’ guy. Did he treat you nicely?” he asked, stopping looking at you and instead turning his gaze back to the horizon. “It’s Viawli. Not what I was expecting you to ask but alright. I mean he treated me really well when we dated–” you stopped suddenly, noticing how his ears twitched in annoyance when you said “we dated”.

Holy shit. Was he….jealous????? Your heart raced at this realisation, realising maybe you weren’t hallucinating earlier today and maybe he actually was touching you with care. You decided to test your theory, with a small grin on your face.

“He brought me tons of flowers, he was so sweet, he always complimented me and he always took me out on dates.” you pretended to gush about him, even though you’d already forgotten entirely what your little dates were like.

“He was super good looking, I was so happy that I scored practically the most handsome guy in the clan–” you were interrupted when Ao’nung pulled you by your chin into a heavy kiss. Your eyes widened in shock, before you closed them and melted into the kiss as well.

Your teasing didn’t quite yield the results you expected, but it got you something even better. You wrapped your arms around his neck and his hands snaked around your waist to pull you even deeper into the kiss.

The entire time your brain was just screaming at you, telling you to pull away. That it was wrong. He was supposed to be annoying. But your heart urged you, begged you to not let go of him.

You both pulled away at the same time for air, and you were stunned at what just happened. You just made out. With Ao’nung. And you enjoyed it. The world was truly going to end.

He placed his finger under your chin once more, turning up your head so you’d look at him. He searched your eyes, your face, searching for any sign that you reciprocate his feelings. “I,” he hesitated, “I see you, Y/n.” he whispered.

You didn’t say anything for a while, just looking at him, and that made him concerned. He was about to back away when you finally placed your hand on his cheek gently. “Ao’nung. I see you.”

His smile grew wide, and he leaned in. You thought he was about to kiss you again, but instead he put his mouth near your ear and mumbled, "I can treat you so much better than that skxawng ever could.", the huskiness of his voice making your knees buckle.

“You know you look ethereal in the night, right?” he said, as you both sat down on the sand with legs outstretched, hands holding. “Oh shut up, will you? It’s going to get weird.” you huff, feeling slightly embarrassed that you went from shouting at him and calling him a bitch to kissing him and holding hands in just one day.

“It’s not weird. I don’t feel like anything’s weird.” he smirks, a glint of mischievousness in his eyes, “Why? Do I make you feel weird?”

You pause, before taking your hand away from his and pinching them together. “I’m this close to throwing sand in your face.” you deadpan.

He squints, looking at your fingers. “They’re touching–” he realises what that means and he takes off running, you following closely behind him with a handful of sand.

Eventually you catch up to him, being faster since you were much more agile than him on land. You tackle him from behind, pushing him down as he yelps. At this point you no longer have any more sand in your hands and you can’t bring yourself to take any, cause you’re too busy laughing and heaving.

You let him go and sit cross legged in front of him, smiling as he pulls himself up, panting for air. “I,” he breathes out, “I hate you so much–” You snicker, amused by how tired he is and place your hands on your cheeks. “Love you too, Ao.”

tysm for reading this, in case anyone has any requests and would be willing to give me a chance to fulfill them i'd be glad to! i had so much fun making this and i hope you liked it anon! reblogs and feedback are most most appreciated 💚

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romanreignseater · 1 year

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That Slow Burn.

Roman Reigns x Reader

Rating: 18+

Warning: The usual smut of course.

A/N: Shout-out to my sis @harmshake for giving her little PowerPoint presentation as to why Roman was the man for this fic 😭💝!! Honestly… I want this in real life with him 😏. TRICKED Y’ALL!! I wasn’t gonna post during SmackDown, this has been ready for sometime, just haven’t gone around to posting it 😭.

GIF: @romanreigns

Slow and methodical.

The way he talked…

The way he acted in the ring…

The way he wrestled…

And… the way he fucked.

Roman Reigns seemed like such a fast paced beast, but was really a slow-bearing creature.

He enjoyed beating up my pussy at a snails pace.

And here we were. My legs held by my man’s tank arms; knees by my ears and toes nearly touching the top of my head.

His beats, his thrusts, hard, yet slow. Powerful, yet weak.

My brows in a continued furrowed state. My lips sopped in his saliva, bruised, beaten, and red, just like my sweet cunt.

A night of wining and dining quickly turned into a heated sex session. Foreplay was barely included as I was thrown onto the bed and my red, slip-on dress mere trash in the eyes of the Tribal Chief. (He promised to buy me a new one 🙄).

My lace panties slowly unraveled themselves from my butter smooth like legs and were placed into the beside table of Roman. Mountains of my other panties still covered the entirety of the drawer.

A couple of chaste kisses were placed on my soaking cunt, that’s been begging for his attention. He craved my pussy daily, yet was ready to hop right on top of me.

My nipples hardened at the sight of him undressing. First, the shoes. Next, the belt. Soon, every last button on his shirt. Then, his pants.

Finally… my favorite part.

His boxers.

Bitch I should start my own collection of his undergarments, since he wanna take mines. But, I’ll save that for a later date.

My position changes as I become eye level with his cock and the prepping of his member begins.

His pre cum touches my tastebuds and his grunts commence.

“Unhh… right there mama.”

His cock his taken further into my mouth as it’s coated in my saliva. Lubing it for its arrival in my cunt. My head was pushed away and I was soon laidback into my previous position. My feet were crossed right in front of my cunt, blocking the Tribal Chief’s view.

“I gotta see it baby, open up.”

His commands, followed and my legs, spread.

Thank goodness for my history of gymnastics. My legs were spread in nearly a 180 degree angle before they were pulled together by my ears.

My knees touched the pillow behind my head and my toes were curled right beside each other at the top of my head.

Shaking before the sex could start, and a huge smirk plastered on the face of Roman. “Hold your legs up baby.” My dainty manicured hands gripped the middle of my calves as Roman lined himself with my cunt.

Sliding his dick back and forth from my hole to my clit. My saliva a perfect use of lubricant.

“So gorgeous mama, I gotta get in now.”

Both of us moaned in unison as he entered me slowly. “Ah - baby - you’re so fucking tight for me.”

He pushes my knees back as far as he can - peeling me open as my cunt parts around the length of him.

All of me on full display. Bare and stretched and wet. Roman’s eyes drift over my face, admiring my already seemingly exhausted expression. My eyes fall at half-mast as he lowers his face to mine and his thrusts begin.

My cunt contracting sharply at the slow drag of his cock. “Oh shit.” My words had yet to fail my exact thoughts, but any other want to speak was shut down.

Roman’s plush pink lips surround mines and engulf in a wet and sloppy kiss. Our tongues fighting one another and our saliva painting each others lips.

His thrusts turned into a grinding motion. His grinding actions led his cock to completely bury itself into my pussy. Hitting my g-spot with tremendous perfection.

My moans muffled by his lips and my toes curled as tight as can be. My fingers graced the planes of his cheekbones, deepening our kiss even further.

Roman completely split me on his cock. His hands left the safety of the back of my knees and touched the pillow behind my head. His shoulders overtook the place of his big hands and pulled my legs back even farther.

Even though some may differ, the passion of slow sex is just as intense as the roughness of fast sex.

His muscular body flush to my ample breasts, riddled with goosebumps. Our lips leave each other after what seems like an eternity. Both of us breathless wanting to be even closer than we already are.

“He should do this more often mama.”

“Yes si-r, I can shake on that.”

My face contorted as the pressure mountain soon rose higher and higher.

“You about to let go?!”

My head could only be nodded as my words chose to fail on me.

“Me too baby.”

His manly grunts turned into almost feminine like whimpers as his dick hit the bottom of my pussy.

My legs began to shake as it felt like the ceiling was about to come down. His grinding changed into hard beats, balls beginning to slap my pink little hole as we came together.

Roman’s seed completely coated the inside of my walls and my pussy was beaten down red.

He collapsed on top of me as we listened to each other’s heartbeat. His hair tangled in between my fingers and his eyes fluttering closed.

“I’m gonna need my own underwear collection of yours.”

You could feel his breath hitch against your chest.

Giggles filled the once sex filled room.

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THE END!!

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fandomnerd9602 · 11 months

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Healing

Leigh Shaw x Male Reader

For @aloneodi

Leigh still felt it was a dream. Her life with you. The way you came into it, an intern editor at her work. The way you smiled at her when you first saw each other.

It was a little over a year since her husband died when you came into her life. You started out as strangers, then friends, and then friends who went out for coffee together.

You worked with her to edit her columns before they were sent off. You encouraged her gently to try new experiences in life.

It was Jules who flatly ordered Leigh to ask you out. “Ask him out before someone else does”

“Huh?” Leigh looked at her sister in confusion.

“(y/N)! You two are like my reluctant OTP” Jules stated before leaving. Leigh tried to hide the blush forming over her face.

The next day she walked up to you nervous as ever. Surprisingly you were nervous too. You and Leigh practically asked each other out in unison. You had a good laugh before setting your first date for that evening.

First date became a second date, a second became a third and so on and so on. For the first time in a long time, Leigh felt that she was healing. She felt her heart flutter every time you held her hand or held her close while watching a movie or show on the couch.

It's been years since then now. The apartment gave way to a nice house in the suburbs.

Leigh pours herself a cup of coffee in the early summer morning. Her life profoundly better.

She hears sopping wet footsteps from the backdoor. Leigh can't help but sigh.

"What happened?" Leigh can't help but snicker.

"Blame our kids" you answer back, "both two and four legged"

"They tried to give the dog a bath, huh?"

"Yeah and now I look like a swamp creature" you shrug, covered head to toe in fresh cut grass and sopping wet.

"Still quite sexy for a swamp creature" Leigh laughs, getting her first look at you in your embarrassing situation.

"Oh really?" you start walking towards her, "well then get over here"

"No" Leigh shakes her head, trying hard not to laugh.

"Come on, you know you want to!" you run to her.

"Stay away from me, Swampy!" Leigh giggles as she runs away from you.

You chase her around the kitchen, Leigh laughs. Little moments like this always make Leigh laugh.

"I have work today!" she tries to counter.

"We can take a shower together" you counter back.

"You're terrible!" Leigh breaks down in full laughter.

You wrap your arms around here, "well you married me"

"Why do I love you so much?" Leigh leans her head against your chest.

"I could ask you the same question" you kiss her forehead.

"Uh...Mom, Dad?" your kids, both sopping wet and covered in grass too, look at you in embarrassment too.

Leigh simply shakes her head laughing.

Best life ever, she thinks to herself.

#sorry for your loss #leigh shaw x reader #leigh shaw #leigh shaw imagine #sorry for your loss imagine #elizabeth olsen #elizabeth olsen imagine #elizabeth olsen x reader

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sharb · 9 months

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Sharb's SAGE 2023 recommendation list

SAGE is over and I've taken a look through some really good games this week. Wanted to shout out some of the ones I thought were really cute in no particular order.

With over 200 games I can't play through and recomend all of them so please if you're interested in any of these I recomend going to https://sagexpo.org/games.html andlooking at some of the other games available.

These are just the games I've played, if you don't see your game here that's not a comment on the game's quality, just what I had time to check out.

Remember to click the thumbnails to get access to the game's pages

I was immediately interested in B.U.D.D. for it's art and references to games like wonder boy, what really surprised me about it was the humor as it's actually funny in a cute way.

If you like wonder boy or classic sega adventure games I can't recommenced B.U.D.D. enough.

@cyanroxanne pitched this to me as a SHMUP for people that have trouble getting into SHMUP games, after playing the demo and taking a minute to figure out how the game works I actually had a lot of fun with it. I could definitely recommend this to people who wanna get started with the genre, really amazing art too feels like it's a treat just seeing what the next area looks like.

RPG games can be really hard to push on SAGE because of how many games there are to go through and how long they can take to complete, a lot of streamers tend to pass over them for the sake of time so they can cover more games.

So here's my RPG recomendation, Cubenen Gardens is a game being made by @thegamedawg who actually got me to play test his game months ago, the game's still in development but what I've got to mess with so far the game's strongest aspect is it's characters and world building as you help Micheal (the saddest sopping wet creature on the planet) navigate a mall trying to find a rare monster but gets wrapped in more and more conflict.

David gets keen is really short but it has a really strong gameflow to it, my only gripes with it is that the ability HUD could be given more clear graphics as your moves are represented by circles which can make it hard to figure out what they belong to without pressing their corresponding buttons.

Beyond that the grass stage is amazing, playing the level normally gives you a pretty average platformign game but when you start building up speed using your spin move on slopes you can get to insane speeds and just fly through the level skipping puzzles and enemies and clearing the level in seconds, it's really fun when you get the hang of it.

@wootinaboot

Meander land is a really small game by @whiskerfjords game's really fun to play casually, I thought the story and characters were really cute and I'm actually really excited to see what Whisker makes next.

Out-class Hunter from @7hrone returns again with a brand new level to check out, it's a return to Doom style third persons games, specifically SRB2, it's been fun following the development of this game and watching it improve each demo.

Lemme know if you can find the cool cactus, you'll know which one I'm talking about if you follow my games ;)

Prototype N is just a really really solid action platformer game from @arriettylunaris each level has a lot of thought put into it's design and the weapon combinations can be a lot of fun to mess with, I really can't recomend Prototype N enough.

I can't get over how much character personality this game oozes, feels like around every door I'm going to run into something new I like either being a character or a game mechanic that's just fun to mess with, each character brings their own moves and their levels take advantage of a lot of their movements.

I'd compare this to those old 90's Disney game adaptations but this game easily out does them in terms of design as the designs look like they were ripped right out of an old 1940's cartoon shorts.

Peak meme aside, I actually had a lot of fun playing this, Super Freaks is a fun lil platformer game with references to a tonne of other works, you probably saw this game referenced countless times this Sage but it is just really goofy fun, tho I would really recommend playing this with friends if you can, game feels like it was designed around the kind of multiplayer chaos, if you saw the stream I was part of you can see why.

Sorry to all my friends who have heard me talking about this game all week non stop and seeing me reverse engineer SMBX 2 to [redacted] but this was easily my favorite game this SAGE if not the most replay-able, I keep booting this up just to try and make it thought the level as quick as I can.

So if you're like me you've probably been seeing @punkitt-is-here s pony comics or more specifically, the Susan Tax payer comic and the charm, humor and personalities of all of them absolutely coats this game.

It requires a bit of set up, you have to download SMBX2.0 separately in order to play this and SMBX has it's own set of issues that kinda bleed over into some of the issues in the game that need to be ironed out but beyond that this is a really fun demo to play and I absolutely can't wait to see where this goes.

Techpack currently is one Namco inspired arcade game, Tech has put a tonne of time and research into how to nail the old arcade style. The only thing holding it back right now is that the only game available is really simple and short, but man I'd be kicking myself if I didn't mention the presentation on it alone is enough for me to recommend checking this out, really reminds me of the old Namco collection games on playstation.

Now put my rabbit in as one of the cameos :gun_emoji:

Ok that's all the indies I could cover, some honerable mentions that I've been wanting to check out include

kid bubblegame JLFJ 2 Veggocalypse Mekanikko

As for the fangames I've played

Here's a game I wasn't expecting I'd be recommending, Mushroom Kingdom Fusion has been in development for over 15 years and always felt to me about quantity over quality but this new demo really impressed me.

The game is starting to take shape and there's actual structure to everything where as before it was just an open sand pit for them to figure out what to do with.

There's still a lot to be done but what's here is just a blast to mess around with. something really satisfying about struggling with a level, switching over to Samus and just blasting all the enemies and bosses away, tho I assume these characters will be unlocked in the final game as most of them are completely over powered.

This does bring me to one complaint though, Mario needs a buff. Mario is by far the hardest as he has few defense options and a lack of a health bar that almost everyone else have a huge advantage over him, and Mario having a health bar isn't too far removed from games like SMB2 and the modern 3D games.

But regardless I never thought I'd play this game and actually try to beat levels so I could see more, secret hunting is finally rewarding and expanding and finding more of the world is really fun. The game's length is absolutely HUGE, one world is about the size of an average Mario game which is insane.

And I'm really happy to see that loading has been optimized tho I don't know if that's because I'm running a machine that's not made 15 years ago.

@velacosmos has been working hard on creating a new Demo for SAGE and this one actually surprised me.

Taking influence from mario maker 2, Shang Mu Architect is a Freedom planet challenge level maker. which is quite impressive on it's own but has a tonne of extras.

Namely now there's actually a story mode to go along with the game, truth be told I'm not too big into freedom planet's cast to really know how well this game captures their personality but I still think it's really cool to actually have something that doubles as a proper freedom planet fangame since as far as I'm aware we're yet to see an actual game that actually follows the original games style.

Your mileage is definitely going to depend on how much you enjoyed the original freedom planet but I definitely think this is worth checking out.

Of the top of my head way back when stealth was pitching a mobile port of sonic 3, I swear I remember one of the ideas was expanding the match stages into full fledged level.

Sonic 3 Chronicles is an interesting "what if" scenerio where after angel island instead of falling into Hydrocity Sonic and co continue past the cutscene area and into the endless mine from match making.

I never really thought of those match stages as being connected to the main stages but this does a rpetty decent job of introducing new gimmicks and mechanics to go along with those stages.

The game is definitely rough around the edges and needs a lot of tightening up but what's here is a cute game that does it's best to follow sonic 3.

Also Mighty is here... I don't know why but thank you.

Gatoslip is a hack of Sonic the hedgehog created by @vadapega a very small demo with a tonne of personality put into it.

Yes, this is a hack, you're going to need an emulator in order to play it. Now which emulator do I recommend?

Probably the steam workshop if you still have your copy of sonic 1 before SEGA took it off the store page.

Vada's always been an inspiration for my art and it's great to see him finally go for something that really expresses his personality. The writing's great, the battles are really cute and I love the strategies for defeating enemies. Game's filled to the brim with visual gags with one gag in particular giving a lot of "replay value" (you'll know what I mean when you beat it)

can't wait to see where this ends up.

Again check out

https://sagexpo.org/games.html if you haven't yet, this just scratches the surface of what's available and there's a tonne of great games I looked over in this list.

#sagexpo #sage2023 #indie game #fangame #sonic

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persnicketypomelo · 8 months

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hi! imagine reader trying to escape leroux erik and running into him in the catacombs 🤭 he's just as shocked to see them as they are to see him

obsession, grabbing, dark behaviour, not romantic but horror, spoilers

I'm going off of the part of the novel where Leroux describes a mermaid that he has in the water around his house or something. I think it's the one that drowned Philippe.

Encountering Erik in the Catacombs

From the wording/context I’m imagining that the Phantom has kidnapped you and is secluding you in his underground home

To escape this far you would need to be stubbornly determined

He left you at his home to run some errands, so the boat would not be at your disposal to bring you across the lake

Swimming it was then

When he had first kidnapped you, you swear that you saw a dark figure lurking at the bottom of the lake

And if you recall, he had mentioned something of a mermaid in his lake

Believing in such fairy tales as mermaids is a tall order, but from such an unusual man, you might actually believe the impossible

Whatever you faced in that murky lake, it would be better than staying confined here for a second longer

So you strip down to your undergarments and ease your way into the cold water

The water chills your skin and soddens your clothes

An uncomfortable feeling, no doubt, but nothing in comparison to the peril you soon face

Suddenly a hand grasps your ankle, pulling you down into the depths

You lash against the iron grip, kicking your feet as your life depends on it

Sinking down, you're forced to swallow in mouthfuls of lake water

I'm going to die here, at the bottom of a lake, all alone

But with a particularly strong kick, you manage to dislodge the offending hand and swim frantically to the other side of the lake

Needless to say, you were now thoroughly disturbed, and you weren't sure what was more terrifying

The fact that what you felt was certainly a human hand grabbing at you

Or the fact that Erik had such...creatures, real and in the flesh

He had certainly was a man for tricks and illusions, but this was the first scrape of real danger and potential lethality you had encountered in his traps

Nonetheless, there is no way you're going back now--not with that...thing...lurking at the bottom

And the adrenaline coursing through you propels you into the unkown

You can't go back

You can't

Sopping wet and wandering into the endless dark caverns, with no way of knowing what progress (or lack thereof) was not your ideal scenario, yet still it was progress nonetheless

The chill seeps from the uninviting cavern walls to your bones, and all you can manage to do is shiver profusely while you navigate aimlessly through the terrain

I'd like to think that, in a more horror/supernatural interpretation, the Phantom has some developed supernatural connection with the darkness

He wouldn't need to use a torch to navigate through his labryinth if he really didn't want to

In such a dark place, many metres beneath the chaotic upper floor of the opera house, every little sound can be heard through the quiet expanse

So when you hear the faint rustle of a cloak, the coldth in your skin seeps to your blood and you feel ice chill your veins through all extremities

You feel the phantom's intense eyes, filled with anger, before he confirms his presence

Thin, skeletal hands seize your wrists and your captor makes an angry, hissing sound

A snake about to strike its prey

Your captor's voice is laced with faux amusement, sardonic, as if prodding you into testing him

"Going somewhere?"

His laugh is derisive, joyless, covering a barely contained rage and hurt

"I believe, my dear, we should be heading back,"

His piercing eyes freeze your muscles, and you feel you can't move no matter how much your inner voice scream to

"We have much to discuss, and you have much to explain."

#reader insert #yandere #phantom of the opera #erik destler #obsessive #erik phantom #gaston leroux #phantom of the opera x reader #headcanons

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ladyknightskye · 1 year

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I have been tagged by @quietwingsinthesky

Your name: Megs or Skye. I accept Meg and Hey You as well.

Your first fandom(s): Saint Seiya. Technically Sailor Moon. They were the first ones I wrote fic for, but Saint Seiya is the one where I had the my first fandom experiences. I used to hang out on Rusty Old Ankh's Saint Seiya Forum all the time. Stayka (A German fan who had her own website) wherever you are out there, shout out, you were always my model of how to act in fandom and I hope life is treating you well.

Your current fandom(s): Active fandoms that I still engage with all the time - Supernatural and Halo. Fandoms that I vibe with and sometimes reblog stuff about - Mandalorian, Reylo, Hannibal, Transformers.

How did you first get into fandom? So, I loved Saint Seiya and Sailor Moon, and decided one day when I had unrestricted access to a school computer to search them up. Stayka I mentioned up there? Her fan fic archive was my first exposure to fandom and I loved it. Mostly because I constructed these elaborate massively multiplayer crossover stories in my head, and how cool would it be to share them with the world?

How long have you been engaging in fandom spaces? Y'all, it's been nineteen, slutty, slutty years. Probably a little longer, but my earliest memories of really engaging was in my freshman year of high school.

How often do you read fanfics? Pretty often. I'm horrible about starting long fics and then not finishing them though.

Top three characters from your current fandom(s):

Supernatural: Dean, Lucifer, Castiel, my poor little sopping wet meow meows. I just, I love them your honor.

Halo: Master Chief John-117, Cortana, and Fred-104. My sweet gentle giants and the crazy awesome AI. They did ya dirty girl. Seriously though, I have all kinds of love for Fred and John. They are bae.

Transformers: Optimus Prime (in all his incarnations), Megatron (also all of his incarnations), Soundwave (most incarnations). Look, Optimus Prime is my beloved, my husband, my knight in shining armor, and I've yet to meet a version I didn't love in some way. Megatron is by turns awesome because he's just so deliciously evil or awesome because bitch has a point. IDW-1 Megs is admittedly my favorite because he had this journey from pacifist to warmonger to atoner that was beautiful. Soundwave, I say more incarnations because there are some versions I vibe with less, but I love that he's the stoic with fourteen kids.

Have you ever written fic for a fandom?

Have I???? Ever written fic??? I'm pretty sure you can still find my Saint Seiya fics from nineteen years ago on FFN. Look up "Niteskye" or "LadyKnightSkye." I have no shame.

Have you ever drawn fanart for a fandom?

Okay, this one not as much as the fan fic, but yes, I do have fan art of Saint Seiya, Sailor Moon, and others floating around.

Share a personal headcanon that you feel very strongly about:

Look, I don't care if literally no one else agrees with me, but Lucifer SPN would have fucking rolled over and showed his belly if just one character had shown him affection without overtly mistrusting him and giving him shit. We talk a lot about Dean being a creature of Love (because he is) but so is Lucifer. His entire motivation for everything was love, and yes, he's a selfish bastard, but even selfish bastards want to feel loved. He is also touch starved like Hell because he was stuck alone in a cage for millennia.

You’re trying to convince a friend to get into your current fandom(s) with you. what episode, clip, or scene are you showing them? Depends on the friend. Also depends on where I met them. I am making my husband start Supernatural from the beginning with me because maybe with his encouragement I will actually be able to start season six.

And finally, what does fandom mean to you?

Home. Like, with the exception of college and the SCA, I've never really felt like I've totally belonged anywhere but in fandom spaces.

I am tagging... @heavenssexiestangel @authortobenamedlater and anyone else who wants to do this. :)

#ask games

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curlsandsnakes · 2 years

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Steve x A very affectionate reader that is used to calling anyone "love" or "darling" but whenever it's with Steve is always "my love" or "my darling" and Steve is desperate trying to figure out if that MEANS something?

She’s probably the softest, warmest, kindest human being he’s ever met in his entire life. She radiates compassion and gentle understanding, something fairly rare in a town like Hawkins. And god do the kids love her.

It’s no secret the parents of this wild group of barely there teenagers are more than a little neglectful. ( he still can’t understand how Dustins mom hasn’t noticed that her son might possibly need therapy after fighting off inter dimensional creatures in a place called the upside down, but what does he know) so when y/n was introduced to the group a few months she took to the crew like a moth to a flame. Instantly embracing the four boys and two girls like they were her own.

Robin had brought her in claiming she was a distant relative who had just moved here from out of state. Now he’d really tried to ignore how attractive she was, she was robins cousins and he didn’t want to push any boundaries and lose the one decent best friend he had. But there was no denying she was beautiful and funny, she laughed at herself and teased nearly anyone who crossed her path in a way that made you feel special and noticed.

“Slow down there love, it’s slippery and if you fall in the pool I’m not jumping in. You know I can’t swim.” She tossed a can of soda towards Lucas and rolled her eyes, Dropping down on the lawn chair right beside Steve. “They’re gonna put me in an early grave.”

She turned towards him and brushed the wet hair that was dangling in his eyes away from his face “I like your hair like this Steve, it’s very Clark Kent meets Elvis Presley,” her eyes sparkled.

That was the other thing, she flirted with him, he wasn’t stuck up or over confident. She was definitely flirting with him. He knew flirting and she definitely flirted.

“Can you pass me the sunscreen my love?” She pointed to the open bag next to his chair and he quickly obliged, pressing the bottle into her hands.

My love. She called him that constantly, frequently flipping between my love, and my darling. It made his stomach do wild things when the words slipped from her perfect lips.

“El, darling. You have to take your shoes off to get in the pool!” She called out across the echoey room to the shaved head preteen walking the steps of the pool in her sneakers. Y/N leapt up and rushed over to help the younger girl.

So yeah. She did call everyone love and darling but she didn’t call anyone “my love” or “my darling” that was reserved specifically for him. At least he thought it was and he’d spent weeks listening intently everytime she opened her mouth to anyone else to see if his words belonged to someone else.

Robin had been absolutely no help telling him to “go for it, ask her out, just because she’s my cousin doesn’t mean you can’t date her. She’s hot, I’d date her if she was straight… and not related to me in some weird ancestory way.”

How could he ask her out? He didn’t know if he was imagining things and adressing it head on could lead to rejection and after Nancy’s blatant rejection after the Vecna battle he absolutely couldn’t take the internal humiliation.

He’d even stooped as low as asking Dustin to find out if she had feelings, Offering to watch all of the star wars movies if he casually slipped it into conversation and found out if she was interested. It hadn’t worked of course because Y/N hadn’t understood Dustins rambling, metaphor filled speech before Steve had pulled him away.

Y/N came sloshing back to their area holding elevens sopping wet sneakers, flipping them upside down and letting the water pool out onto the floor around them. She smiled that perfect crooked grin and sat at the end of Steve’s beach chair.

“I’m going to need a long nap and an even longer shower to get all of this chlorine smell out of my clothes.” She sighed.

“This is why we should have never let them rope us into taking them to the community pool. It smells like pee in here.” He winced.

“It smells a lot worse than pee in here my darling.” She giggled.

My darling, there it was again.

It was now or never, he couldn’t spend another two months wondering what it meant, sneaking around and asking kids to do his dirty work for him. He swallowed the lump in his throat and took a shaky breath.

“Am I ?” He questioned, scorching down on the chair so he was as close as possible.”

Y/N looked up at him with curious eyes.m, the ghost of a smile on her lips as her nose scrunched adorably in confusion “are you what?”

He reached for her hands, taking them both in his own. Thumb rubbing the soft skin of her palms.

“Am I yours?”

Her eyes widened just for a second, her mouth opening to answer before shutting and opening again. He’d made her speechless. That couldn’t be a good sign, he pulled his ands away.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything. I just can’t shake this feeling that there’s something there, that I’m not delusional. That I’m not..” he was rambling, he sounded like Dustin. Good job Steve that’ll get her to like your. He’d ruined it, it was too soon and he’d ruined it. He should have waited longer, taken more time to really make sure, to really..

“Yes.”

His head snapped up to meet her eyes.

“What?” He whispered.

“Yes.” She repeated, that heartbreakingly gorgeous smile painted across her lips. “Yes, you’re mine. As long as you want to be.” She offered, playing with the hem of his shorts shyly.

He reached for her faster than he thought possible, dragging her across the chair and directly into his lap, smiling at her squeal as he pressed his forehead against hers and brushed his lips to hers.

“There’s nothing in the world I want more than that… my love.” He whispered before taking her mouth with his.

#steve harrington x oc #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x reader #Steve Harrington #stranger things #stranger things fanfic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction

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euphiea · 2 years

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impulse write pt.2 i’ll edit this later

pairing: jisoo x fem!reader

warnings: smut. the degradation is slight but harsh, no aftercare, jisoo’s an asshole.

word count: i have no clue

Being a ‘sugar baby’ to a woman whose company leads the world in technology isn’t the easy rainbows one would assume it is. In contrast to being a sugar baby for a male, at least. People tend to flock toward women for salvation, men are dirty and demand sex, and women are the only creatures with sense.

You thought this too, at one point. However, women this far at the top, women with this much power surrounded by cheating, perverted menaces of mankind are just as evil. Immeasurable viciousness, you learned women have to be darker than the men in order to survive. This lesson was taught to you by the most beautiful woman you’ve ever laid eyes on: Kim Jisoo.

Kim Jisoo’s outer appearance might fool one into thinking she’s like the rest, and she blends in quite well in public, but there’s a dark aura surrounding her. Dark, intimidating energy that keeps you in line while you’re mesmerized by her beauty. You’re her property, you signed your life over to her five months ago, and you’re still learning about her. She’s a demanding woman with strict rules and morals, tight ideals you have to keep up with.

She hates desperation, for one. She’s the prettiest woman on the planet, but you’re never allowed to beg for anything, whether it be money, clothes, or attention. If you beg, she loses interest. She often describes beggars as picky eaters and dirty dishes. She likes to say homeless people are a mix of both.

She hates men. She works with them, she’s their boss, answers to absolutely none of them, and she’s proud of this. You’ve heard talk from her maids of an instance where she fired a man who had five kids and a stay at home wife. You asked her about it, and she had already forgotten it even happened.

She hates unnecessarily loud noises. She doesn’t touch you often for this reason, says you squeal too much like an animal. This disdain obviously doesn’t apply to herself, Jisoo is infatuated with every part of herself, never afraid of the hypocrite label. Her screams echo off of the walls when she cums.

She hates a lot of things, you’d say she only likes whatever she doesn’t hate.

Your friends say she’s too mean.

“C’mon, can’t you do any better? Do you really expect me to cum like this?”

You curl your fingers into the soft spongy spot of her sopping walls, pulsating with such fervor it contradicts her harsh words. Jisoo’s reaction is light, but noticeable to your hyper-alert senses. She shudders, in your other hand her leg trembles.

Lips wrapped around her clit, you whimper and fight back the urge to cry. She’s so mean to you, so adamant on humiliating you and it’s so hard to take. Your scalp is still sensitive from getting it done earlier, but Jisoo yanks it anyway. When you yelp, she yanks it again.

Your friends are right, she is too mean. Especially for a sensitive someone like you.

Between your legs is an aching wetness that’s been dying for your attention since the sweet smell of Jisoo’s perfume wafted your nose as her heels stomped to the bathroom when she came home from work. The ache is now more of a soreness, the intensity of it has you craving for anything, absolutely anything.

Your brain is practically mush inside your skull. You mindlessly rock your hips into nothing, your thighs squeezing together in hopes of satisfying the pressure by even just a little bit until you make her cum again.

Pearly tears rest pretty on your water line as you bat your eyelashes up at her, wide eyes silently pleading. She yanks your hair one final time; the tears roll down your cheeks in fat globs to rest in the soft bed of hair at her mound.

“Can’t tell if my pussy’s wet or if you’re fuckin’ crying,” She sighs, head lolling back over the couch’s arm. Her hips twitch and grind into your touch. “Right there, just like that. Keep going baby.”

Jisoo’s berating and bored façade only worsens the throbbing between your legs. You’re too sensitive for her, and yet here you are, damn near humping your own thighs from her blatant disrespect.

You ease a fourth finger inside with little to no resistance met; her dripping core’s made a mess on her expensive couch, clenches so tight around your digits, greedily sucking them in as if hungry for more. You wish you were allowed to make noises, she’s so warm around you it’s driving you insane.

Your knees are forming bruises from how long they’ve been digging in the floor. Still, you fasten your pace whilst your tongue simultaneously draws intricate patterns on her clit, eliciting breathy moans that have your heart threatening to jump out of your chest.

“Picky girl, picky girl, I hate picky girls,” She huffs, hips desperately grinding into your touch and she’s close, she’s so fucking close.

Jisoo’s pussy spasms around your fingers as she cums. Her puffy clit throbs on your tongue and she whines, breathy and light.

Five. She’s came five times.

When she pats your cheek twice, you slide your fingers out of her and sit back on the heels of your feet. You think she’s so pretty like this, tan skin glowing under the warm lights of her penthouse, chest heaving heavy pants, jellied limbs sprawled all over the place. Her pebbled nipples poke through her shirt, you can’t see her face but you know her hair’s sticking to her cheeks and forehead.

Her sticky essence covers your entire hand down to your wrist. Jisoo’s always gotten so wet for you, even when she’s calling you useless and dumb. Quiet kitten licks to your fingers, she hates loud slurping, especially after sex.

“(Y/N).”

You’re careful not to take your eyes off of her. She can’t see you, but somehow she knows when you’re not looking at her.

“Are you wet?”

A rush of excitement hits you at full force; she hasn’t asked this in a while, is she finally going to touch you?

You pause your tasting for a moment. Your reply is calm, monotone almost.

“Yes, I am.”

Jisoo hums. “You can touch yourself upstairs when you’ve cleaned me up. Don’t make a lot of noise, I’ve dealt with pigs enough today.”

As quick as it came, the excitement drains out of you. Of course, Jisoo never goes back on her word, she was serious when she said she’d never touch you again. You think she’s disgusted by you. She’s never compared you to her piece of shit coworkers before, this is a new low.

If she hates you so much, why does she keep you around? Sure, you’re with her to pay your debts for school off, and she takes great care of you. She takes your phone and buys everything in whatever cart you have, your bills all go straight to her, and she pays for all of your classes. She says you’re smart, says you have potential.

The tear that falls from your eye is cold.

You wish she liked you a little more.

#lesbian smut #jisoo x reader smut #blackpink x reader smut #blackpink x y/n #jisoo x y/n #blackpink smut #yeesh #this is definitely gonna be a mini series tho #blackpink x reader #blackpink #jisoo x reader #jisoo #jisoo smut

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indiemcn · 2 years

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open to: m . tops / bottoms / vers

setting: your muse picked up a hitchhiker (Trevor) in the middle of a storm. Trevor is homeless, he was kicked out after being outed and has been traveling across country trying to find somewhere to settle down.

content potential: dub con/non con, prostitution, persuasion, whatever fits tbh

“Thanks for stopping.” Trevor said after his bag was settled in the bag, he was soaked from walking all night in the rain and hadn’t really been looking forward to sleeping out in the middle of nowhere. He’d heard coyotes out there, maybe wolves, did they have wolves out in these parts? Trevor wasn’t sure but in the corner of his eye he’d swear things had been watching him, some creature waiting to sink his teeth into him. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his sopping wet clothes making it impossible for him to get comfortable. The guy who pulled over hadn’t asked any questions, but truthfully Trevor was willing to go as far as he was willing to take him, wasn’t like he had a home, or anyone who gave two fucks about him anyways.

The night was dark, and out here there was nothing but the pair of headlights to cut through the shitty weather that he’d found himself stuck in. “You mind if I smoke in here?” Trevor asked, at some point he’d picked up the habit, one of the many things that made him the abysmal disappointment to his parents he’d become. It wasn’t the worst of his crimes, no, that had been when they’d walked in on him going down on the captain of the football team. That was the last straw. The West coast was supposed to be hella progressive, so that’s where he was headed. Maybe he’d find himself, or whatever bullshit was supposed to happen.

#gay rp open #open indie starter #gay rp #indie smut starter #open gay starter #trevorspeaks #trevorw #trevoropen #indiemcnopen

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imaginativeavengers · 3 years

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Kinktober - Day Six

Description: Haven't been feeling that great over the last few days and Kinktober was really the last thing on my mind. Trying to catch up now. Anyway, this is Natasha Romanoff and cockwarming!

Word Count: 0.4K

Warnings: Smut, swearing, F/M, Dom Natasha, Sub Reader, BDSM elements, bondage, cockwarming, dirty talk, under 18s dni

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There wasn’t any other way to describe Natasha other than her being the embodiment of beauty. From the top of her head to the tips of her toes she is just stunning. Her dangerously red tresses were perfectly groomed, soft and easy to run your fingers through. Her skin was supple and soft under your touch, unblemished besides a few battle-scars from years of combat. Breasts were full and round, each adorned with a deep pink shade and topped with her pert nipple. Her frame was slender but strong, each muscle had been worked and trailed to be ready for any battle, or to slip seamlessly into any social situation.

It was hard to believe sometimes that this beautiful creature wanted to be perched so beautifully on your cock. Like right now, you were laid out onto the bed you shared with hands tied against the bedposts by a couple of her silk scarves and Natasha was sitting pretty with your cock nestled deep into her walls, unmoving and unbothered. “Please, baby…” You whimpered breathlessly, trying to roll your hips up for any type of friction but Natasha made that virtually impossible.

“What do you think, babe?” Her question came practically out of nowhere but those pale green eyes set on your strained features. “I’m trying to decide the colour I should go for my next manicure…” She informed you softly with a quirk of her brow. “How about some red polish? It’s my colour, right?”

If you were being honest, you could care less what colour she decided to put onto her nails, not when her walls were massaging your cock in such a glorious way. “It is… it is…” You breathed out heavily and she began to roll her hips down against you slowly, lifting herself and then sinking back down. “That’s a good answer~” She cooed softly beginning to roll herself a little faster causing you to groan and growl loudly, fighting against the scarves so that you might be able to hold her hips whilst you fucked up into her. However, with the expert knots she tied they weren’t budging.

Natasha smirked before placing her hands onto your chest, humming as she circled her hips slowly and came to a stop. “Nat, please.” You hissed out, leaning your head into the pillow beneath you and making her laugh lowly before leaning back so your cock sank fully into her sopping wet walls. “God, you sound so desperate…” She mentioned and ran her hands up and down her chest. “Wonder what else I can get you to agree to by just riding this cock…”

#natasha romanoff imagine #natasha x reader #natasha romanov imagine #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanov imagines #avengers x y/n #avengers x you #avengers x reader #avengers imagine #marvel x you #marvel x reader #marvel imagine

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mrskurono · 3 years

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Getou $75 slot fee??

A gamble....will it pay off?

$75 for the curse user and you won...curse sex with Getou!

tags: fem!Reader, brain worm!Getou, manga spoilers ish, noncon, bondage, drug mention, curse/demon/monsterfucking, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, rough sex, creampie

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The union of curse and human had, intrigued, the age old being.

New vessel. New tools at their disposal. And a new precious idea to test out on an unsuspecting human.

Suguru bent down in front of your tear stained face and offered the same charming smile he had before his death.

But this time it wasn’t him who was smiling back at you.

“It’s my newest idea, made possible only by the wonderful workings of Mahito.” Suguru stayed knelt in front of you, “Perhaps, this is the key to humans and curses finally being one.”

“Suguru please-” Your voice cracked in your plea, “Please I know you’re in there. Suguru you can’t do this what about-”

“Are you still trying to reason your way out of this?” Suguru tapped the stitching on his forehead, “I’d save your strength for something else love. He isn’t helping you in this little porject.”

Before another attempt to grapple with the curse in your long gone lover’s body. Suguru snapped his fingers. A low creak of a door behind you. One you couldn’t exactly see from the position you were bound in.

Strapped over a breeding bench like a common animal. Only your head could move to show you the horror of the mutilated body coming your way. Worse than that, were the drooling cock between it’s legs as it approached. Fear deepening in your gut. Renewing your struggle to be free. As futile as that was.

Suguru stayed knelt before you with that same endearing smile on the strangers face. Even as the monster mounted you. Sloppy, uncoordinated and erratic thrusts. Missing it’s mark half a dozen times as it prodded at your cunt lips. Slipped against your clit. Even grazed your ass. All before one chance of the draw it was able to bury itself deep inside your cunt.

Prepared for the pain of being penetrated, you screamed when it’s weight came down on your back and waited for the searing burn as it ripped your cunt. Inside, that never came. Replaced with a hip shuddering reaction the second the curse drove it’s cock deep against your cervix.

“Ahh, so the manipulation did work on you too...” Suguru tapped his bottom lip, “You’re wet as can be and taking it. This might work.”

Breathing made difficult by the weight of the curse on your back. And it’s insistent pounding away at your sopping cunt right in front of him. You couldn’t fathom any words. Instead your mouth just hung loosely open with drool dripping from your lips as your half lidded eyes followed Suguru’s form up as he stood.

“Oh, looks like you’ll be receiving your first gift.” He smiled. Unaware what he meant until it suddenly happened.

The warmth in your body put to the test when the monster slammed itself deeper into you. Undoubtedly feeling it in your belly as it rutted its cock against your cervix. Feeling like you were going to be split in half on this wretched bench you were strapped to. All of that to be washed away though with the first spurt of inhumanly hot cum to be deposited inside you.

Very much unlike a human though. When the ropes of cum overfilled your cunt and left your pussy dripping and drooling the messy mixture around the monster’s cock. The thrusts didn’t stop. Carrying on with their frantic power right through it’s first orgasm. Making your mind and body fuzzier by the second as it continued fucking you right through it all.

“I’ll come back in a few.” Suguru smiled down at his work. Human and curse. Just as he had always hoped it would be even if the sight was of his host’s only lover being violated by a creature only thought up in nightmares. He was brimming with pride over his work, “Make sure to me good use of that seed. Or we’ll have as many breeding sessions as it takes to create my world.”

#tw noncon #three.5k #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #getou suguru #geto suguru #getou x reader #getou suguru x reader #getou suguru smut

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entishramblings · 4 years

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The Rings and Jewels Upon Your Ears - Sensitive Elf Ears [Legolas X Reader]

A.N: hey guys! here is another one shot about our favorite blue eyed elf that I wrote while procrastinating my fanfic because writers block!!! So enjoy this short fic about sensitive elf ears bc I am, and always will be, a slut for elf ear fics oop. Also if you do not have earrings I’m so sorry this was just an idea!

Request: none

Pairing: Legolas X Reader

Summary: Girl falls into middle earth and the elves of Mirkwood are confused about her earrings; most find it distasteful, but Legolas is fascinated!

Word Count: 2,246

Warnings: heated kissing (nothing further)

*all elvish was looked up online from numerous sources so please dont hate if it is not entirely correct*

(gif not mine)

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(Y/N)‘s stomach dropped and queasiness overtook her as she plummeted through the cold air. She tried to grasp onto something—anything—to stop her from plunging to her death. But no matter how much she reached outward, the only thing she held in her hands was dewy water and moisture—for the only thing to grasp was dark gloomy clouds. (Y/N)’s limps felt limp as freezing rain collected on her skin, soaking her to the bone; Her wet hair whipped around her face like an over-sized mop in a miniature tornado, inviting the thick strands to get stuck in her mouth. Her whole body was numb from the cutting cold as she spun downward. To make matter worse, she was 89% sure she had lost a shoe as her one foot felt significantly colder.

(Y/N) didn’t think the circumstance could possibly get more terrifying as her heart was already struck with paralyzing fear; but alas, it was just her luck. A brilliant bolt of light shuttered from the sky, zapping through the air right next to her. She was sure she could feel the electricity rushing through her blood as the thin hairs on her arm stood up.

This was it. This was how she would go out.

Suddenly, pain erupted up her spine. She felt her nerves become overloaded with intense agony that extended through her body. She squeezed her eyes shut.

It was over. She had hit the ground. She had met her end.

But when (Y/N) opened her eyes, she saw grey stone high above her.

She groaned loudly as she pulled her body into sitting position. Her back ached slightly but the pain was not anywhere near as severe as her shock. How was she not dead....or was this death? Her curious eyes wandered in examination of her surroundings. She was in a large dark corridor that had big archways and extravagantly carved doors scattered amongst the sides in an orderly pattern. The air felt eerie and sinister as she stumbled over the abandoned, smooth, stone floor. Anxiety crept into her soul.

So this what was the invitation of death felt like.

Alone, soaking wet, missing a shoe, and shrouded with fear.

How lovely.

(Y/N) was pulled from her thoughts as chaos surrounded her and grabbed her upper arms. This chaos was tall, long haired, strikingly gorgeous, and many in number. These strange people encircled her and bound her wrists while hollering words in a language she didn’t understand.

Her head spun, what was going on? was this the afterlife? if so, it was quite weird.....

She was in a daze as they dragged her through hallway after hallway; taking so many twists and turns she would never be able to find her way back—not that going to that spot again would help anything. Where ever she was, there was no escape.

(Y/N) was brought forth in front of a long blonde haired man highly decorated in silk and jewels. He sat upon a winding wooden throne and an elaborate crown made of branches and berries rested upon his head. In one word, any individual would describe him as: regal.

The peculiar people pushed her to her knees as he spoke. Words flowed from his mouth with a smooth, deep, and intimidating tone; but those words meant nothing to her as they were completely foreign to her brain.

Silence feel between them as they looked upon her, waiting. Waiting for what?!

He spoke again, anger and irritation tumbling from his lips.

Suddenly her head was grasped by warm hands and roughly tilted upwards and to the side. Her eyes met those of another that were strikingly blue. She gasped, from the shock and the slight pain that radiated through her neck. Another hand that did not belong to the man above her pulled her locks from her face. They all looked at her ear intently. Weird kink?

The one who freed her ear from the sopping mess she called hair spoke, “Est a- an elleth, ach nad othren est lheweg (she is a female elf, but something strange is upon her ear).”

Whatever he said, it was the cause of her head being viciously tilted once again.

The King hollered at her a second time, his displeasure and irritability obvious.

(Y/N) attempted to pull from the blue eyed man’s grasp but failed exceptionally, for his grip was taught.

More harsh words were thrown at her and the hold upon her squeezed tighter—initiating pain.

A slight whimper escaped her lips. The blue eyes above her seemed regretful and their owner drew his eyebrows together in concern and confusion.

(Y/N) looked up at him, her gaze meeting his.

“Please...” she whispered ever so quietly; she wasn’t even sure he could have heard her.

Instantaneously, his hands fell from their hold and the blue pooled with intrigued perplexity.

He spoke, his voice was powerful and commanding. “She speaks the common tongue.”

She felt the eyes of those around her pouring into her soul with confusion and the yearn for answers.

“What is the point of and elf who doesn’t understand Sindarian?” The regal figure spoke.

(Y/N)’s eyes widened in bewilderment. “An elf?”

The King rolled his eyes, “Yes that is what you are, is it not? The tips of ears do not lie. Now speak quickly who sent you and how did you gain entrance?”

She looked about her dumbfounded as her gaze searched all the individuals ears—all pointy. Elves? When it dawned on her that she hadn’t answered the question, she spoke, “Sent me? I don’t even know where I am!”

Silence fell between every individual in the room and the tension lingered; she felt the agitation seeped into her skin as a shiver rippled through her body.

The King tilted his head slightly as he examined her. Only then did she realize just how unusual they really were. Their clothing was bizarre—old fashioned—and they were loaded with weapons; but no guns were in sight, they held bows in their callused hands and knives were strapped upon them. If she didn’t know any better, she would’ve thought she fell into the past. But that would be impossible. However, one thing was certain: she couldn’t be dead.

“What did you do to your ear?” The King questioned.

She frowned, suddenly remembering her immediate reality, “You—you mean my earrings?”

“Yes, the rings and jewels upon your ears.”

(Y/N) was taken aback. What a strange question. She had a large amount of earrings; at least 8 or 9 on each side, placed differently on each ear. Did he not know of piercings? How big was the rock that these people lived under?

She chose her words carefully, by the way he spoke she figured he would not understand her normal slang. “They are for decoration—for beauty.”

He spoke again but his tone laced with disgust, “Why would you desecrate yourself in such a way?”

(Y/N) was filled with confusion. This was a normal custom where she was from. Quite rude for him to insult her in such a way.

When she offered no response the King turned to the man....or elf shall she say....that had held her taught. “Legolas, lock her in the dungeons.”

(Y/N) felt a lump in her throat. Dungeons....that could never be good.

The blonde elf pulled her up gently and led her away with other guards pursuing them closely. More winding halls and steep stairs became her only sight as she was ushered along.

......

The metal bars slammed in her face as she felt numb misery confine her soul. Was this to be her life now?

As the elves filtered out, one stayed behind. Legolas, she recalled his name. He was quite tall, but alas, they all were tall to (Y/N) for she had always been considered small. His face was proportional and structured as the shadows from the torches danced upon his form. His jaw line was sharp and defined while he stood before her with confidence. He definitely had a position of authority, she thought. Furthermore, His dark eyebrows were a contrast to his sleek blonde hair that was held back by three simple braids; but it did not look unfitting, rather it was quite suitable. His light pink lips were pulled into a line as his blue orbs gazed upon her. She could see him pondering the circumstances.

He spoke lightly, no animosity upon his tone. “You are not from here, are you?”

(Y/N) nodded. Her world felt so far away and the hopes of returning faded into the shadows as despair stretched across the corners of her mind.

......

Many months had past of (Y/N) living in a cell. Within this time, she had become quite friendly with Legolas—who she had found out was the son of the King. However, the blue eyed elf was nothing like his father. For starters, on the first night she arrived he brought her fresh clothing and a towel to dry her soaked self. Legolas was kind and patient. When she threw the fabrics back at him—screaming and hollering to be released—he did not lash out; she had a suspicion any other would. Looking back, (Y/N) realized that he must have suspected her entire world was turned upside down. I mean how often do you find out you had a species change and were transported to a different sphere of reality?

The Elven Prince came to visit her often and they would have long conversations. She told him of where she came from and he taught her of the new world she now lived in. He tutored her in the language of the elves—Sindarin—and spoke of their ways. They were creatures of intense, impressive, and impeccable skill who lived immortal lives. She could feel her senses heightening and improving as the day’s went on and her muscles began to strengthen. It took long for (Y/N) to wrap her head around her new reality; and how she became of it, she knew not.

It was evening when Legolas came to visit her once again. She smirked at him from behind the bars, “What do you have to bring me this time?”

A soft smile tugged at the corner of his lip. He held up a large, dark green book and slipped it through the metal shafts. “The history of Middle Earth. Teach yourself wisely.”

She grinned, “Thank you, Legolas.”

He turned to leave for he had other duties that his father insisted upon, but he hesitated. Legolas rotated his body to look at (Y/N) once more. His gaze lingered upon her exposed ears as her hair was tied back in a tight braid.

He spoke softly, “Did it hurt?”

Her brows knitted together, “Did what hurt?”

“Your ears—the jewelry.”

She shook her head, “No not really? Why do you ask?”

He took a couple steps towards her and a slight chuckled escaped his mouth, “An elf’s ears are very....sensitive.”

She tilted her head, “What do you mean?”

He drew his bottom lip between his teeth for a moment as he eliminated the space between himself and the bars.

“May I?”

(Y/N) took a step closer, so she too was against the thick metal rods. She could feel his hot breath upon her face as he looked down at her; She was sure he could hear her heart pounding for elves could pick up any sound—she could hear his. Legolas raised a hand through the bars and gently cupped one side of her face. He lightly touched the tip of her ear and trailed his finger down. (Y/N) gasped as the sensation shuttered throughout her entire being. She could see his blue eyes shift to her lips before locking back with her eyes once again. (Y/N) lifted her hand through the bars, her expression begging to commit the same action.

“(Y/N), you know not what you will do to me.”

She bit her bottom lip and looked up at him. She did not heed his warning one bit; she grazed her finger along the edge of his ear.

Without warning both his hands flew through the bars; one wrapping around her waist and the other clutching her face. He forcefully yanked her body into his and smashed his lips against hers, both their faces pressing against the cold metal. The taste of mint and honey melded in her mouth as their lips moved in a gently rhythm, dancing against each other. (Y/N) snaked her arms up his chest, feeling the firm muscles underneath his tunic, until she wrapped them around his neck—tangling her hands in his soft hair. She felt a heat rise from her stomach to her chest as she hungrily moved her mouth with his. When Legolas’s teeth tugged on her bottom lip, nearly all her thoughts silenced and her desire for him grew. She opened her mouth to allow his tongue entrance; they battled for dominance.

Suddenly, the warmth was torn from her. Legolas pulled his head back and turned his face from her, but his hands would not move from their grasp. (Y/N)’s swollen lips parted as doubt flooded her, had she done something wrong?

His voice was one of a growl, “Look what you do to me.” His breathing was heavy and his chest was rising and falling. He turned his attention back to her, “You allow me to divulge in my impulses.”

(Y/N) smirked, “Is that such a bad thing?”

Legolas leaned his forehead against hers and he gave her a lopsided grin, “Never.”

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whorecruxriddles · 4 years

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Can you do Tom Riddle x Gryffindor reader 😅?

it’s snoft boy hours

Tom stood stuck in the doorway, his mind completely blanking on whatever had had him groveling on his way to his dorm. He had been upset about something, he was sure of it. He had thrown open the door to his room in a rage but immediately stilled, not wanting to disrupt the sight in front of him.

You lay on his bed, curled up in the very middle like a tom cat and fast asleep. Setting his things down, Tom padded over to the bed with light feet, observing you. You’d rested your head on one of his towels, your wet hair sprawled across it. Your lips were parted slightly and there was a faint flush to your cheeks, along with a thin sheen of either sweat or water.

A smile crept to his face when he noticed you were wearing one of his school sweaters, your own Gryffindor one abandoned at his feet, sopping wet. He hadn’t even noticed it was raining outside until but he supposed it solved the mystery of why you were napping on his bed with his clothing. Your last class of the day was Care of Magical Creatures, you must’ve gotten caught in the downpour.

In addition to his sweater, you had managed to scrounge up a grey pair of sweatpants that he’d forgotten he owned. They’d been a pathetic attempt at a birthday gift from the orphanage. Tom hated them and had never bothered to wear them himself but he rather liked the way they looked on you.

The Slytherin figured you were using a towel so that you wouldn’t soak his pillow, which he thought was both ridiculous and charming, as he did of most things you did. A visible shiver ran down your spine, causing your sleeping body to tense up. He leaned over you, feeling your neck with the back of his hand. You shifted at the sudden contact, your eyes cracking open when he moved his hand to your freezing cheek.

“Tom?”

“What would your little Gryffindor friends think if they saw you sleeping in Tom Riddle’s sweater?”

You giggled sleepily, rolling over on your back to peer up at him through tired eyes, “’m sorry, got rained on, your room was closer. Don’t tell ‘em, they nearly disowned me when I wore green for Saint Patty’s Day last year.”

“Well, I think Slytherin colors match you much better than Gryffindor’s.” Tom smirked, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. He frowned at how cold you felt, parting away from you to pull the blankets back, making you whine at the loss of contact.

“C’mere, get under the covers before you catch a cold.” He ordered. You sat up, taking a moment to rub your eyes. It was only then that Tom realized that the sleeves of his sweater were too long for you, going past the tips of your fingers. Actually, his entire sweater seemed to swallow you whole, the green strips of the collar standing out where your’s were usually red, a sign that you were his.

You obeyed him, too weary to put up a fight. Besides it wasn’t worth trying to argue the logics of you getting sick when those blankets looked so warm and inviting and the sheets probably smelled like Tom. He tucked you in tightly, brushing back some of the hair that had stuck to your face. You nestled in, sighing contently. Somewhere next to you, Tom chuckled lowly, the sight of the normally ornery Gryffindor looking so tame, snuggled up in his bed rather amusing to the bastard.

“If you tell anyone about this, you’re dead.” You threatened, though your words began to slur together as your eyes grew heavy again. Tom leaned down to whisper to you softly, his lips grazing your cheek.

“No need to worry, my darling, this is just for me.”

#i did the research just to make sure that sweatpants existed back in the 40s #writing this made me a lil sleepy but in a good way #tom riddle x reader #tom riddle #gender neutral!reader #gryffindor!reader #request

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