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lushaletta · 1 month

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the lamb and her wolf / tom riddle

pairing: tom riddle x fem!reader

content: muggleborn!reader, tom is goin a lil mad

summary: have you fallen into the dark lord’s trap, or has he fallen into yours?

a/n: i wrote this at 4 in the morning so enjoy this stream of consciousness grumpy x sunshine esque tom riddle fanfiction or something.

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Tom is in a frenzy of sorts, he’s concluded.

Perhaps it is the sleepless nights and stressful days that cloud his weeks that are causing the weird feeling in his chest. Insomnia-induced hysteria.

There’s a flurry of thoughts swirling around his head recently. All with a common theme; you. The space in his brain that he typically reserved for Ancient Runes or Arithmancy was now composed of you, you, and only you.

It makes him sick to his stomach.

He’s unfocused. And he can’t be, because he’s supposed to be working on the secret that Salazar Slytherin hid in the deep crevices of Hogwarts some years ago.

His fingers tap on the book that he can’t seem to pay attention to as he tries to make sense of this. The disgusting, awful, pleasant fondness he feels for you. For a Muggleborn girl no less.

The only solution to his problem is to kill you. It wouldn’t be hard, he thinks. You’re small and meek and all too trusting of him. Like a lamb to the slaughter.

You are a symbol of everything he despises. Joy. Innocence. You are of the same kind as his worthless father. So why is it that he can’t bring himself to end you? To end your time together? He’s done it before. He’s done it plenty of times and without a second thought.

“Tom!” your horrible, beautiful voice cheers, snapping him out of his thoughts. Oh, great, he thinks. You plague his mind and now you bedevil his reality.

“Hello,” he says after a beat.

You ignore his bothered expression and smile. “I’ve brought snacks! You do like mince pie, don’t you?” He nods weakly. “Good, because my mam’s had some sent. She’s trying out a new recipe. Secret ingredient or something like that. I’m sure you haven’t eaten yet, with your inane study habits, I mean, do you ever have breaks?” You ramble on and he listens with fascination. How could you be talking to him so casually? So endearingly?

You’re far from done. “It doesn’t matter, though. You’ll have a break now. Go on, put your book away, would you?” He does as told. He’s not sure why. You take a seat at his table, fumbling with the paper bag you’ve brought. “Aha! Mince pie! One for each of us. Tell me if you like it, I’ll have Mam send some more. She’d be delighted.”

It’s at this point, where he’s chewing on warm minced pie and watching you do the same, nodding contentedly, that he wonders which life decisions he’d made led up to this. He’s the Dark Lord. A name that the world will soon fear. If all goes to plan, you’ll be reading in terror of all the vile things he’s done in the paper. You’ll be afraid of him, and he can’t help dread it. He dreads the thought of your heartbroken eyes as you realise what a wicked person you’d extended your kindness to.

It’s the frenzy again. What is he even thinking? He dreaded nothing. He looked at his plans with excitement.

“Tom? Hellooo,” you say, singsongingly. He didn’t even realise you’d been speaking. He glances up at you and imagines what you’d think of him once the truth comes out.

“Yes?”

“What do you think? About the pie, I mean.”

He clears his throat, fingers gripping the armrest of his seat. “Good. It’s good.” That draws another pretty smile out of you and he really hates the way it made him feel. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome! Also, Tommy,” He quirks his brow. The nickname was a slip of the tongue. You’d never used it and it made you nervous, but he didn’t seem to mind so much. “Are you busy later? I need some help with Transfiguration.”

He’s always busy. Well, he should be. He’s been slacking recently, too preoccupied with your freshly baked desserts and strawberry-smelling hair.

“I could make time for that,” he says decidedly.

Idiot. Idiot, idiot, idiot.

You’re immediately on your feet, giddy like how he’d imagine a child to be upon receiving candy. “Thank you! Oh, you’re a lifesaver, truly!” you say, and suddenly a kiss is planted on his cheek.

A full stop. His world pauses and spins on its axis. Your lips felt good. Bad.

What an evil, evil wolf he was.

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tkaulitzlvr · 8 months

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Can you maybe write 2010 toms reaction and hc's for the reader being pregnant?

UNEXPECTED - T. KAULITZ

synopsis: you have to tell tom some unexpected news, and his reaction isn’t what you had hoped for.

content: angst

a/n: thank you so much for the request, i am so bad at head canons so i just did a fic, i hope that’s okay!!

my hands shakily clutched at the test, tears rolling down my flushed cheeks as i hoped that somehow, my eyes were deceiving me. positive, the test reads, the eight letters staring back at me, reminding me over and over that they are very real, and i can’t back out of this.

tom and i were always careful, using protection every time we had sex to stop things like this from happening. we were young and foolish, as every 21 year old is, not ready to welcome a child of our own into the world, the thought of it scaring me so much, never thinking that it would become a reality so soon. it wasn’t that we didn’t ever want kids, but tom was constantly on tour, away from home for weeks and though i always went with him, it just wouldn’t be right to take a child with us. we had always discussed starting a family, both of us coming to the mutual conclusion that now just wasn’t the right time.

which is what terrified me even more, tom’s reaction worrying me as i just couldn’t guess what it would be. he was currently at the studio with the band, and he would be home any minute now, evening dawning over us as he had no idea of the news i was about to bring to him.

i sat on the couch, the test stuffed into the back pocket of my jeans, my eyes fixed on whatever was on the tv, but my mind was elsewhere, waiting for the door to open and tom to walk through it, praying that he wouldn’t freak out. there was no time left to just hope, the door handle turning as tom steps through, baggy jacket clad to his figure, reminding me just how cold it is outside. he takes his shoes off, announcing a quick “i’m home my love”, before entering the living room, a smile appearing on his face once he sees me.

he walks towards the sofa, sitting down beside me and embracing me in a hug. my body begins to shake as i can no longer hold back the tears, tom noticing and quickly pulling away, studying my face and the sorrow etched upon it.

“baby, what’s wrong?” he replies, concerned, holding my face and kissing my forehead, attempting to wipe the tears as he awaits my response.

“you promise you won’t get mad?” i manage to let out between sobs, my words almost inaudible, yet he clearly understands what i say, his eyebrows furrowing slightly.

“what? why would i be mad? you can tell me anything, you know that.” he says, much more composed than i am, his heart aching to see me in this state. “now what’s wrong? please, talk to me schatz.”

my eyes meet his for the first time, bloodshot and glassy, whilst his hurriedly scan my face, the worry only increasing in his own as every second passes that i don’t confess. i can’t bring myself to say the two words “i’m pregnant”, because the second i do, it will truly become real, my mind in some twisted sort of denial, telling myself that if i don’t admit it, it will somehow go away. so, instead of saying what is wrong, i decide to show him, reaching hesitantly into my back pocket and placing the pregnancy test in his hands.

he looks downwards, finally seeing the reason why i am so upset. his body tenses up, his mouth hanging open in shock the only thing he is able to do. i cant tell if he is happy, excited, or completely angry, all i know is that he cannot believe his eyes. the tears continue to spill down my cheeks, praying that he will reassure me that everything will be okay, but the twisting feeling in my stomach provides me with the terrifying realisation that i’m not going to receive that comfort.

“please say something.” i whisper, my voice shaky as he still hasn’t moved or even looked at me, his eyes fixed on the pregnancy test in his palm of his hands.

“is this real?” he mutters, refusing to look at me, his hands trembling a little.

“it’d be a pretty fucked up joke tom.” i reply, angry at his ridiculous question but not in any position to consider causing an argument, knowing that is the last thing i need right now.

“i just- i don’t know what to say. i’m not ready for this.” he confesses, finally looking upwards as his gaze meets mine, his eyes now glazed with tears, yet he isn’t sad - i see a glare within them that cannot be mistaken for anything else but anger.

“i’m not either tom, you know this. i don’t know what to do.” i put my head in my hands, sobbing even more now, my breathing fast and irregular. my mind longs for any sort of comfort from him, even a little reassurance, a half-hearted ‘it’s gonna be okay’, even though it would be a lie, it would be the most perfect one he ever told, because it would give me a million times more consolation than i am receiving right now. but he stays silent, biting his lip, almost as if he is stopping himself from truly speaking his mind.

“i can’t do this.” he finally says, standing up and walking out of the living room, exiting the house as he closes the front door behind him with a slam.

my breathing begins to quicken, my heart rate increasing as the worst possible scenario is suddenly becoming true in front of my eyes. if me finding out that i was pregnant wasn’t enough, tom leaving only placed the cherry on my cake, a sickening sense of guilt now punching me in the gut, stabbing a knife in the wound as i begin to feel nothing but completely stupid for letting this happen, blaming it all on myself. my sobs are muffled within my hands as my head rests there, my entire body trembling as i long to be in his arms, him telling me that it would be okay, that we would get through this. instead, the cold air is my only company, leaving me in it’s icy embrace, giving me the constant reminder that i am alone.

it is this reminder that sticks with me until my eyes begin to feel heavy, my body falling into a deep sleep, providing me with a temporary distraction from reality.

warm hands. two large, warm hands are what wake me from my sleep as they caress my face gently, contrasting with the coldness of the entire house.

“love?” i hear a familiar voice whisper, finally opening my eyes to see tom kneeled beside me, his own bloodshot from crying.

“why are you here?” i ask, anger quickly filling my veins, the reminder of how quickly he left, betrayed me like it was nothing, flooding my memory.

“i’m sorry. i shouldn’t have left like that. i was just so shocked, and i backed out, and i shouldn’t have. we can talk about this, if you’re ready to.” he softly says as i sit up, moving his hands off my face.

“you left me.” i mutter, the tears already threatening to fall. “i wanted your support, and you left me. you fucking left me when i needed you most! do you know how shitty that feels? all day, i’ve felt guilty, and i find the courage to tell you and then you fucking bail on me?”

“i know and i’m so sorry my love. i didn’t expect it, i reacted in the wrong way-”

“what you think i did expect it? you think i’ve been throwing up for the past two weeks and i wanted it to happen? do you know how hard it’s been to hide my suspicions, because i didn’t want to scare you until i knew for sure, and then you run away because you didn’t expect it? the one time, the one time i fucking need you here and you leave me.” i sob, my voice breaking as i shake my head, standing up and walking away, tom quickly following me to the kitchen where i stand, my front against the counter, head in my hands.

he says nothing, but wraps his arms around my waist from behind, his thumbs running along my stomach comfortingly, lips pressing small kisses on my shoulder as i slowly begin to calm down. we both stand in silence, tom never loosening his hold on me, finally speaking up once my breathing has slowed a little.

“i’m sorry. i’m so so sorry. you didn’t deserve that at all. i promise you, i’ll never leave you like that again, not for a second.” he whispers, turning me around so that my chest is flush against his, his arms securely around my waist.

“why did you do that tom? you have no idea how scared i am.” i say, my words slightly muffled as my head is buried into his t-shirt, my arms clinging onto his neck.

“ i’m so sorry. i’m sorry.” he keeps repeating, kissing my forehead over and over between his words, never once letting go of me.

“what are we going to do?” i sigh, appreciating the fact that we have made up, but knowing that it doesn’t change the situation or make the reality any easier to swallow.

“i don’t know baby, i don’t know. but whatever you decide, i’ll be right here, always. i promise, i’ll always be here.” he affirms, and the sincerity of his voice tells me that i can believe every single one of his words.

“i love you tom.” i say, the words slipping from my mouth naturally as they are the only ones that come to mind.

“i love you too.”

requests are open! keep sending them in!!

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kaisers-house-of-desires · 10 months

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Hello I'm the same person that requested the korekiyo fic😊

Could I request Leona (twist) x male reader that acts like dazai (bsd)

smut preferably, you can choose the kinks, but can Leona be top?

Oh and I'll go by the nickname sunny if that's fine😅

-Sunny

Welcome back, Sunny~! Thank you for being a returning patron~ Ask and you shall recieve~

Title: Shut Your Mouth

Characters: Top!Leona Kingscholar x Bottom!m!reader

Contains: oral sex/face fucking

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Full request below the cut

All characters are 18+

MINORS, FEM ALIGNED, AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DNI

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You never knew what people meant by staring death in the face until now. And even then…you held no fear.

For the third time in three weeks, you managed to step on Leona’s tail while he was asleep in the gardens. The first time he gave you a groggy warning. The second time he gave you a *stern* warning. Now? Now he was staring you down, towering over you. He was breathing deeply, as if to compose himself from the rage that was bubbling inside.

“This is the third time, herbivore…just how careless are you?”

“Well…how careless are you? It’s not my fault your tail is constantly in the walk way.”

His brow twitched as he noticed your back talk. “Watch your tone with me…”

What would normally strike fear into others only made you grow a small smile. “Is the poody tat mad~?” you teased, mimicking the dialect of an old, yet nostalgic yellow bird.

That seemed to be the last and only straw for him. A clawed hand shot out, gripping at your cheeks with his palm to your lips. His nails gently pressed into your skin, carefully indenting the surface.

“I won’t say it again…so watch yourself…got it? Otherwise I have an idea on what I can do with that annoying hole of yours.”

His voice held a bit of a growl, and you had to admit that sounded kind of arousing. You wondered if he could do it again, but you knew not to push your luck, especially with how you were positioned.

Then again…

You muttered something against his hand, and he looked at you as if trying to decide if he should let you go or not. Against his judgement, he released you. With a quick exhale from the change of pressure, you repeated yourself.

“Do all cats really have hissy fits like this?”

With another growl, he shot for your wrist, squeezing tightly as he dragged you over to the garden’s shed. Thankfully for him, and to your misfortune, the door as open. You thought he was going to throw you in there and leave you, but when he entered after you, your heart hammered from the closeness of your bodies. The shed wasn’t terribly small, but it wasn’t the most spacious either.

Leona slammed the door shut before locking it, glaring down at you as he fiddled with his pants. “On your knees, herbivore…”

“Eeehhh…I dunno. The ground is kind of dirty and I’m wearing my good pants.”

“I didn’t ask if you wanted to I’m telling you. On. Your. Knees.” Leona out a hand to your shoulder and pushed you down, forcing you to your knees like he wanted as his other hand worked on his zipper. “Fucking stubborn…”

“Well maybe if you said please—” Leona cut you off my jamming a thumb into your mouth, having it tug along the side of your lips to keep you from talking as he got his cock out from his pants.

“Listen, you’re gonna shut your mouth, okay? I’m sick of hearing you talk, so you’re gonna zip it. And what better way than this…~?”

Springing free, Leona’s cock slipped out half hard before he slowly stroked it to full staff. You couldn’t help but admire how he worked himself, how his voice gently hummed from the sensation. You weren’t aware of it, but you were drooling from the sight alone, saliva spilling down the corner of your tugged lips.

“I see you’re setting your mouth up for me…~” he teased, positioning himself in front of you and removing his thumb. “Now get to work, herbivore. I don’t have all day.”

With him so close to you, you could smell the musk radiating from him. It was intoxicating, and you found yourself licking the underside of his shaft, a low growl vibrating in his chest as you repeated the action.”

“Good….”

You took the tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it. Leona let out a pleased sigh, eyes fluttering lightly as a hand joined your hair, fingers threading through the strands. His head tipped to the side as he gazed at you with half lidded eyes. That seemed like enough to push you further, and your mouth traveled down, engulfing his shaft inch by inch. His hips carefully bucked forward, wanting more friction from the action. You went as far as you could go before any more would gag you, but he lost enjoyment just minutes into it.

“Relax your throat.” You did as ordered, halting your actions for a second to allow your mouth a moment to rest on top of it. “Good boy~” Sliding both hands into your hair, Leona instructed you once more to relax before rapidly bucking his hips, his shaft entering deep into your mouth and into your throat.

The action was sudden and rough, causing tears to prick at your eyes as you would gag from the action. You looked up at him with a pleading face, gripping his legs to balance yourself as your face was fucked. Leona’s head fell back in bliss, knowing that your mouth was being put to better use than your attitude earlier.

“F-Fuck~ That’s it~ N-Nice and deep, (y/n)~ Gh~ You’re surprisingly good at this~”

Your eyes began to roll back from how wonderful it felt having your throat taken by such a man. You let out muffled sounds with every thrust, including sounds of wet gulping. Breathing was difficult but you were able to make it work while your throat was ravished.

As he approached his climax, Leona’s moans pitched ever slightly as he bent forward, his hips bucking sharply just before he came with a groan. His lower half twitched with every spurt of cum that slid down your throat, and he kept your head pressed deeply on his cock to make you drink every drop of his seed. It was difficult, but when you were able to pull the tip from your throat, swallowing the salty substance was possible.

He pulled you off with a small pop!, the two of you panting heavily into the slightly dingy air. Saliva had decorated your chin, leaving you a slick mess. Leona’s cock, while somewhat satisfied, twitched at the pathetic sight of you, igniting a lust deep within as he gave a wicked smirk.

“Turn around now, herbivore…I’m not done with you…~”

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starlightshadowsworld · 2 months

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I imagine Praetor Jason rarely ever raised his voice. Because he didn't need too. He could silence the entire Senate without trying.

Jason's voice held power, he didn't command respect but you did so anyway.

His tone was gentle and warm. He'd tell jokes in the Senate and always welcomed visitors with a cup of hot chocolate and a smile.

Did he get mad? Yes, of course but even than Jason kept himself composed and respectable. He would rant later to Reyna who'd join in.

And frankly no one ever wanted to see the day he yelled.

#jason grace #heroes of olympus

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milkycottoncandy · 1 year

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Give Yourself To Me And More

Attuma of Talokan x Female!Reader

Warnings: SMUT, 18+ content, obsessive behavior, somewhat dark!Attuma, rough (consensual) sex, choking, tit slapping, breeding kink, dirty talk

Minors Do Not Interact!!!

Summary: Attuma liked to think he was a patient man. Being Talokan's commanding general has taught him how to stay composed in stressful situations, and for the most part he knows patience is a virtue. However, you test his limits everyday with your lingering touches, bright smile, and kind words that make it hard for him to hold back, to leave you untouched and still pure. But like all the strongest of men, eventually they must fall.

Word Count: 2,895

Skip to the three *** if all you want to read is the smut (I'm not judging at all lol).

Translations:

Ma', in querida- No, my darling

In yakunaj- my darling

Author's Note: Hello my Attuma sluts!! Decided to give you guys this and I hope y'all enjoy it. This is my first time writing smut so please, be nice! I will only accept constructive criticism and no hate will be tolerated. Besides that, please enjoy!

Do not steal, copy, plagiarize, or repost my works. Reblog's are fine.

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It felt like Chaac himself was testing him.

He was solely focused on making the surface world and all who inhabited it, who forced his people into the dark, cold, unforgiving depths of the ocean, pay for their crimes, all while being confronted by the dangers that were at every corner. Dangers like you.

To him, you were a radiant goddess, and this world was unworthy of your existence. You were always beautiful from the beginning, and it seemed like each time you both interacted with each other, his feelings became even stronger. What made it worse is you always focused your attention on him. You would bring him homemade lunches, offer to massage the aches in his body after he was done training, be the first to welcome him back after a successful mission, and so much more. It was a miracle he hadn't died from a heart attack with the way it always swelled when he was near you.

You were the light in his life, and it didn't help that you started to appear in his dreams and late-night fantasies, making him feel shameful the morning after. In his mind, he had taken you many times, taking pleasure from you like a lover. You were begging him, touching him, letting him touch you, making him feel less lonely when you weren't near him. You were the reason to keep Talokan safe. You were something worth fighting for. In his mind, you were his, and he was yours.

But reality would reel him back in, like a fish attached to a hook, and he would remember you were simply being the kind person you always were. You laughed and smiled with everyone, you were amazing with children, and you never hesitated to offer help when asked. It's like you were taunting him with your gentle affections, always holding his hand and pulling him to somewhere more private so you both could indulge yourselves in each other's lives. He loved when you would hug him, you felt so soft in his arms, and he would kill a thousand men if that meant never having to let you go. He adored you. If you told him to jump, he'd say how high.

You were enchanting.

You were mesmerizing.

You were a danger to his sanity and beyond distracting.

Attuma wondered how long this would go on. How long he would pine for you, yearn for your attention, for you to say his name like you loved him, pretend like the thought of someone else sweeping you off your feet wasn't possible. That was his worst fear, waiting too long and someone taking you from him. He would kill that person with no hesitation. Would there ever be an end to this madness? Was he doomed for eternity to feel this way about you? Would he be forced to act like you weren't the first thing on his mind when he woke up and the last thing when sleep would finally overtake him?

One night, he decided it was enough. You pushed him to the limit, and he was going to be honest with you about his feelings. On the way to your house, his mind was a sea of questions and doubts.

What if she doesn't feel the same way?

What if I ruin what we have?

What if she thinks I'm unworthy?

What will I do without her? Without my light?

By the time he got to your front door, he had thought of everything that could go wrong. For a moment, he wanted to turn back. He didn't want to lose you. He didn't want things to change in a way that would make you feel uncomfortable around him. Despite his uncertainty, he gently knocked on your door and waited.

You swiftly opened the door, and it was like all his thoughts drifted away into nothingness. You were wearing a blue silk nightgown that outlined your body perfectly, and Attuma had to control himself from staring at your cleavage. Your eyes brightened, and that smile that made him feel weak slowly adorned your face.

"Attuma!" you squealed in excitement and hugged him, digging your face into his neck. You smelled amazing, like vanilla with a hint of cinnamon.

He hugged you back and, for a moment, felt like maybe the world wasn't so bad since you were in it. He felt you pull back, and he looked to see you admiring him. You both stilled, and, in a way, were speaking to each other with your eyes. You both had been friends for so long that verbal communication wasn't always necessary.

"Please, come in" you slide your hands down his arms to his, gently pulling him into your house. He followed willingly, and once he was fully inside, you closed the door behind him.

Attuma loved your house. The beautiful decorations, the smell, the atmosphere. Everything.

Your light touch to his back shook him out of his thoughts, and you led him to the familiar couch you both have sat on more times than he could count. You relaxed into the cushions while facing him with a smile, which he returned.

"What brings you here, my warrior?" you asked, taking his hand and delicately tracing his palm while you waited for his answer. Namora and K'uk'ulkan were right. You were going to be the death of him.

Attuma felt like he had fallen into ice water. He remembered the reason why he was here, to tell you how he felt. At this rare moment, the fearless general was scared. A part of him wanted to lie, come up with an excuse that he wanted to simply talk with you, and that was all. But you didn't deserve that. No, you deserved everything and so much more. He quietly swallowed, and he braced himself for all the possible scenarios that could happen.

"Y/N, I have to tell you something," he stated, taking your hands in his and scooting closer toward you on the couch.

He never took his eyes off yours, and you felt your body tingling under his gaze. He could sense your nervousness and continued with his confession.

"I have strong feelings for you, Y/N. Feelings stronger than love. Feelings I can't hide from you anymore."

The room was silent. You looked at him with a mix of shock and surprise. His face was serious and unchanging. Attuma didn't like this, and the doubts started to rear their ugly heads back into his mind.

You idiot, you really thought she would feel the same? Now she's gonna hate you forever, and there's nothing you can do about it.

Attuma wanted to leave. Leave and never come back. He knew this was a bad idea. He shouldn't have let his selfishness get the better of him. And now he was going to lose you forever. He was going to lose you, and it would be no one's fault but his. Why would he ever thi-

"I feel the same," you whispered. He thought he was dreaming. He had to be. He was going to wake up in his empty bed and realize none of this was real.

Oh, but it was real. Here you were, looking at him with nothing but love and understanding. You smiled, not in a mocking way, but in a genuine way. You had felt strongly about Attuma since the day you laid your eyes on him. You dropped so many hints that, to you, went unnoticed. The soft touches, the persisting looks, the sincere compliments, and so much more. In your mind, he was yours, and you were his. Your body felt like it was on fire, excitement slowly bubbling inside you.

Attuma didn't know what to say. The girl of his dreams admitted that she felt the same about him. He was like a deer in headlights, still and unmoving.

Say something, you fool.

"…You do?" he breathed, his eyes slowly softened.

Chaac, you're hopeless.

"I do," you answered, your tone was nothing but sincere.

The sight was laughable, two love-stricken fools gazing into each other's eyes like lovesick puppies. But you and Attuma didn't care. He loved you, and you loved him, and that's all that mattered.

Attuma paused. He didn't think this would happen. He knew every battle strategy, where and when to strike the enemy, how to keep them in a position where they couldn't win, but being with you, it's like he forgot everything. But he did know one thing. He wanted you.

He wanted you bad.

"May I kiss you, Y/N?" he pleaded desperately. Of course, he was a gentleman, and if you said no, he would be perfectly fine with that. For you, he would wait as long as you believed he needed to.

"Yes," you replied, ecstatic and smiling so hard your mouth started to hurt.

***

He gently grabbed your face, and your lips collided with his, moving in perfect sync like waves against the shore. It started off innocent but gradually became more animalistic and primal, and soon you were straddling his waist while his large hands cupped your ass. You decided to tease him by grinding on his manhood, causing a low groan to emit from his throat that made your pussy shiver. He teased you back by pulling your hair, revealing your neck, and started to litter the area with kisses and love bites, going lower and lower. You uncontrollably moaned, unaware of his hands drifting up toward the straps of your nightgown. He suddenly yanked down both the straps and massaged your breasts, uttering a groan while massaging the soft skin in his hands.

"So beautiful for me," he praised, his large hand wrapping around your throat, making you whimper.

You moaned like a whore. A dirty, filthy whore. And Attuma wanted all of it. He wanted all of you.

"Attuma," you whispered, eyelids growing heavy as you struggled to stay conscious. It felt like he was squeezing the life out of you, and you felt your vision start to cloud until he roughly pulled you towards him.

"Ma', querida, you're not getting out of this that easily," he slapped your breast, making you scream. He then kissed your hot skin as an apology.

Suddenly, you felt yourself being lifted by the giant brute and quickly wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs, somewhat around his large waist. He swiftly made his way towards your bedroom, eyes never leaving yours. When he reached your room, he gently laid you on your bed, and you shivered, questioning what his next move would be. Silently, he slid your nightgown off your body, leaving you in your blue panties that were soaked with your arousal. For some reason, you felt self-conscious, and your hands were attempting to shield your body from his gaze.

"Don't you dare," he warned, and you listened without hesitation, your hands retreating back to your sides.

Attuma then made his way on top of you, touching and kissing every part of your body. He eventually made his way to your underwear, and he bit down on the material, slowly pulling them off and revealing your wetness. You gasped at the sight. You couldn't believe this was happening. Without warning, he raised your legs and rested them upon his shoulders, his mouth only inches away from your pussy.

Just as you were about to beg him, you shrieked as he licked your cunt. Your eyes widened, and you screamed as Attuma clamped his mouth around your clit and sucked relentlessly, rolling the bud with his tongue and making your legs shake. You were instantly wet, juices gushing out of you. Lewd noises filled the room as he devoured you, mixed with your vulgar profanities while you desperately grinded on his tongue.

You trembled under him, reduced to nothing but a panting mess as you could do nothing but take it. You held onto the bed sheets for dear life and sobbed as he gave you the best orgasm you've ever had.

Attuma drank every drop of your wetness, feeling your pussy shake against his lips. He could've stayed between your legs forever, but he had bigger plans to get to.

Begrudgingly, he released your clit from his mouth and laid your legs down. He slowly moved back to the edge of the bed and stood tall, admiring his work. He wiped his mouth and started to undress, and you caught a glimpse of his battle scars covering his body. He truly was magnificent.

Your eyes moved further down to his cock. It was hard and girthy, and you noticed precum oozing out of the tip. You swallowed. This was going to be a night to remember. He climbed back onto the bed and hovered over you, rubbing his dick against your pussy. Nothing could brace you for what was about to happen next.

You screamed as he slammed himself inside you, stretching you open and filling you up. You looked to see your belly bulging with the shape of his cock, it was completely obscene.

Attuma groaned; you were so deliciously tight around him, your soft walls pulling him in as he rutted up against you. He grabbed your hips with a bruising force and pulled you impossibly closer, your tits flushed against his chest. He fit inside you so perfectly, and you took him so well, it made him wonder why he had waited. He should have done this a long time ago.

He set a brutal pace as he repeatedly pounded into you, causing the bed to shake and your eyes to roll back. He couldn't take his eyes off the way your pussy engulfed his dick with each thrust. You looked so dumb and pretty, just like in his fantasies he imagined and touched himself to in the late hours of the night. Your moans were sweeter than any siren song, and Attuma wanted to hear you sing for him more.

"You're so wet," he grunted, pulling out and slamming back in.

"You're a little slut, aren't you? This is what you wanted all along, isn't that right?" You shook your head and cried, it was too much, and you screamed as his dick continued smacking against your womb.

"A-Attuma, please slow down. You're going to break me!" You wailed, trying to push him away.

"I. Don't. Care", he snarled, pounding hard into you after every word. You felt a hand on your throat, and your pussy squeezed him even more.

"Naughty little girl," he teased as he kissed and sucked on your neck. "Wanting my cock like the dirty slut you are. I'm gonna make sure you're pregnant with our babies. That's what you want, isn't it?"

"No! N-No, please!" You begged. That wasn't true. You marveled at the thought of having his children. You felt so horny, feeling his dick pounding into you. Attuma leaned forward and held you in a tight embrace, forcing you to look at him as you slowly surrendered to your desires.

"You're mine," he growled. "Only mine. Say it!"

"I'm yours!" you shouted. You didn't care if everyone in Talokan heard you. You only cared about who was on top of you, who was worshiping you, who was inside you. You were so painfully close to another orgasm, and Attuma knew it.

"Cum for me, in yakunaj," he pleaded, resting his forehead against yours. You could barely speak, barely form a coherent thought as that familiar ache started to build up in your core. You were getting closer, and you loved it, the feeling of coming undone in front of him.

Attuma bit into your shoulder and you threw your head back and came. Your pussy squirted around his cock, and you almost passed out from the pleasure. Your back arched as he came inside you, filling you up with his warm seed. You moaned his name as your body twitched against him, trying to regain some sense of normality. That was the best sex you've ever had in your life.

For a while, you both stayed like that, gasping for air while he remained deep in your warmness. Sadly, he pulled out, and you whimpered at the empty feeling. His cum felt dangerously good inside you, and you shivered, basking in the fact that he claimed you, ruining you for anyone else. You looked up to see your lover, who was also coming down from his high.

Attuma looked beautifully wrecked, his hair a mess and sweat glistening on his body. You didn't look too bad either, but you weren't complaining. You pulled him down for a kiss which he gladly reciprocated. You were both tired but happy.

"Attuma," you sighed exasperatedly, "that was amazing," you praised. He smiled and caressed your cheek with his hand. You giggled and kissed his palm, running your thumb over where your lips once were. He returned the action and held your hand to his heart. You felt your body heat up at the gesture. You sat up and started peppering his face with kisses, and he did the same to you.

"I love you, Y/N."

"I love you more, my warrior."

And at that moment, Attuma's world shined even brighter now that you were his.

End.

Thank you so much for reading!💙

#attuma x reader #attuma of talokan #attuma fanfic #attuma #attuma x you #alex livinalli #attuma smut #attuma x reader smut

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al-of-the-stars · 2 months

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Can I ask for Lucifer X Reader where he has a crush on them and takes them to LuLu World to cheer them up?

"A cliché dork with a heart of gold"

A/n: live laugh love Lucifer. He is so pookie but anyways, I hope you enjoy, Anon, and thank you for the request! Also, I keep forgetting to mention this but all the line dividers are hand-made by me! :D

It was a normal day like any other. You felt like shit and didn't know what to do about it. One of the few things that brought you joy was your good friend Lucifer. Truly, you wished he was more than just a platonic friend but you had your doubts. He's literally the king of hell, so how could someone like him ever see you in a romantic way? Lucifer always noticed that you felt miserable and had always been upset that he couldn't do much about it. Today though, he had sparks in his mind. An idea came to him, so perfect yet obvious that he was kind of mad at himself that he didn't think of it sooner. He would take you to Lulu World! Perhaps that would also be the perfect way he would confess his love for you. He thought out scenarios over and over in his head of how it would go. “And then, I confess my undying love and loyalty at the very top of the Ferris wheel!’ He rambled to himself, playing out his plan using rubber duck replicas of you two. As the day got closer and closer, Lucifer got more and more nervous. You, however, got more and more excited. When the day arrived, you met him just outside the gates. “Y/n! You're here!- uh I mean.. Hello y/n, welcome to Lulu World,” he tried to compose himself. You just held back a laugh at his adorable attempt. The rest of the day went perfectly. You guys got cotton candy, played carnival games, and most importantly, you went on the Ferris Wheel. When your cart reached the very peak of the wheel, allowing you to stare out into the night sky, adorned by beautiful stars that resembled little diamonds. “Hey, y/n?”

“Yeah, Luci?”

“I… I love you,”

“Wait, really?”

“Of course,”

“I love you too,” You smiled and both of you leaned in closer until your lips connected in a loving kiss. Just then, fireworks exploded in the sky. You parted after a few seconds. “You planned those fireworks, didn't you?”

“...maybe”

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin lucifer #lucifer morningstar #lucifer x reader

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necarion · 4 months

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One of the characterization complaints I've had of the WoT TV show is "everyone is more of an asshole, except for Nynaeve". Just, everyone has had their edges hardened in ways that make for Storytelling Drama, but do damage to some of the things that made the characters great.

This is perhaps biggest in the case of Moiraine.

In the books (especially EOTW), Moiraine is almost always cool and composed, but she's also just...kind? She's nice to everyone (in a "I'm a noble and better than you" way, to be sure). She's welcome everywhere she goes as Mistress Alys. She tips exceptionally well. She's inspiring to the Two Rivers folks after they started being afraid of her, and before then everyone was super excited to see a nice lady. She goes out of her way to reassure people that she's there to help, and then just does (thinking about how she rid Basel Gill's inn of rats).

When she does get angry, she's quick to water-under-the-bridge it. There are a couple times she gets legitimately mad at the kids: with Mat and the Dagger (at Rand, who she forgives for ignorance, and for Mat) and then promptly goes out of her way to help Mat; and when the boys tell her about dreams they'd been having. And in both cases, she just lets it pass while making it clear the same doesn't have to happen again.

In the show, Moiraine shows her Aes Sedai ring immediately in the TR, and gets them to do what she wants out of intimidation. She blackmails Liandrin. She bullies her sister in Caihrean and is a dick to her nephew. She's an asshole in Fal Dara (although the show made sure to turn the awesome Amalisa and Algalmar into assholes as well). She spends S2 being a dick to Lan.

I think Rafe misremembered her "cool and aloof and uncommunicative" as "is an asshole". But also, in a lot of modern film, "is an out-of-character asshole" seems to be the type of Drama that film critics prefer.

Book Moiraine is beloved throughout the Westlands (see also the number of world leaders who come up to say hello at Merrilor!). I just cannot imagine RP's Moiraine being adored like that, by anyone.

It is possible to have a character who is kind, while also possessing deep complexity as well as major character flaws, but it's somewhat seldom pulled off.

#wheel of time #TV show #drama #moiraine #Strange New World's Pike is Kind #and I love him for it

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composermadnessofficialpage · 1 month

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Here's some more doodles!!! I love how these turned out and the camera must have been touched by heaven because for once it wasn't blurry!!!

The first doodle is Beethoven yelling at Schubert.

The second is Tina looking worried.

The third is of Purcell holding a box with Tina beside him.

The fourth and fifth doodles are of Mendelssohn and Chopin realizing they accidentally hit Mozart!

The sixth picture is the full picture of the entire page.

And the seventh picture is of Liszt panicking after seeing a rat!

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Sammy's Little Problem, Chapter 18

Read Chapter 17 here.

As they walked out of Littles’R’Us, Alyssa stopped and kneeled in front of Sammy. “Thank you for handling this like such a big girl, Sammy. I know it was difficult for you, but I’m really proud of you!”

A proud smile crept across Sammy’s face, “thank you, Allie. It was a lot to take it, but I’m glad I did it with you! I’d be so scared if you weren’t my Caregiver…”

Alyssa leaned in to hug Sammy. As she did, she remembered her favorite ice cream parlor was next door to Littles’R’Us. “I’m glad you’re my Little, Sammy. I want you to always remember that. Even when you get mad or yell at me, I’ll always love you. And, since you’ve been so good today, what do you think about getting some ice cream before we take the shuttle home?”

Ice cream did sound amazing to Sammy. “Yes, I love ice cream!”

Alyssa held out her hand. To her surprise, Sammy grabbed it without hesitation. Alyssa beamed.

“What flavor do you want, Sammy?” Alyssa asks.

“Ummmm....pink bubble gum!” Sammy bubbled.

“Cone or cup?” the man at the counter asks.

“Cone!” Sammy responds immediately.

“Are you sure, Sammy? I don’t want you to drop it!” Alyssa added.

“I can use cones! I won’t spill, Allie!” Sammy assured Alyssa.

“Well, okay, Sammy, but you need to be careful!” Alyssa entreated.

The man handed the ice cream to Alyssa, and they went to find a table. Alyssa hesitantly gives Sammy her ice cream

“Mmmmm, I love bubble gum, it’s so yummy and pink!” Sammy chirps happily. She greedily licks it. Ice cream smudges on her cheeks.

Alyssa watches on, taking it all in. Sammy looks so cute right now. Not even realizing how childish she looks or the mess she’s making. She couldn’t resist another picture. “Sammy, can you smile for me?”

Sammy does, pink ice cream smeared on her cheeks. Alyssa’s heart flutters as she sends it to her Mom and Lindsay.

“I wanna see!” Sammy demands.

Alyssa shows it to her. Sammy snapped out of her Little haze. “W-why didn’t you tell me I had ice cream on me, Allie? It’s so embarrassing!”

“Oh Sammy, stop, you looked so cute! You’re doing such a great job with your cone!” Alyssa gushed, wiping Sammy’s face with a napkin.

Sammy huffed but went back to her ice cream cone. Two licks later, Sammy knocks the ice cream off the cone, hitting the ground with a splat.

Sammy immediately reacted. Tears welling in her eyes. “I-I s-s-sorry, Allie,” Sammy blubbered, “I didn’t mean to!”

“It’s okay, Sammy, that’s why I think you should use cups in the future.” Alyssa tried to say over Sammy’s sobs.

Suddenly, the man working the counter appears with another scoop of ice cream and a rag. He kneels in front of Sammy. “Don’t worry, little one! We all drop our ice cream every once in a while! But know what fixes it? A new scoop!” he said showing Sammy the new cup.

Alyssa gives him a massive smile, “what do you say to him, Sammy!”

“T-thank you!” Sammy says, composing herself as she grabs the cup.

“You’re very welcome,” Sammy replies.

Alyssa gets up to pay for the additional scoop. “No need, ma’am,” he says, “I opened up next to a Littles’R’Us so I can make Littles happy, dropped ice cream is part of the job!”

“Well, I appreciate it!” Alyssa responds as he walks away to help another customer.

After Sammy finishes, she yawns deeply. Alyssa realizes it's getting close to nap time for Sammy. They should probably head home soon or Sammy will have another tantrum.

“You ready to head home?”

“Yeah.”

They get back to Littles’R’Us as the shuttle arrives.

“Perfect timing!” Alyssa says to the driver. She provides him with her address, and they get into the shuttle.

Sammy’s heart sinks when she sees the car seat. “Do I have to use it, Allie?”

“Yes, Sammy, but it’s not too far of a drive!”

“…okay,” Sammy whines.

Alyssa lifts Sammy into the seat and places her down. She pulls the straps over Sammy’s shoulders, clicking them into the buckle pulled over Sammy’s diaper. “Is it too tight, Sammy?” she asks, adjusting the straps.

Sammy just shakes her head no. Being strapped in like this, diaper exposed, is overwhelming. She hates that this is how she will sit in every car from now on—trapped like a baby, waiting for their Caregiver to release them.

Tears well up in her eyes again. She’s about to cry when Alyssa leans over and puts her pacifier in Sammy’s mouth. Sammy immediately calms down. Still on the verge of tears but significantly less emotionally volatile.

“Don’t worry, Sammy, you’re okay,” Alyssa says, stroking Sammy’s hair.

The last thing Sammy remembers before falling asleep is looking into Alyssa’s eyes, happy.

Alyssa carries Sammy back into the house, putting Sammy down to nap in Alyssa’s room. With any luck, Sammy will sleep the entire time they install everything in Sammy’s nursery. She checks Sammy’s diaper, noting that it should last another hour or two, perfect timing to try out the new changing table.

Alyssa directed the installers on where to place all the furniture, realizing that Littles’R’Us were highly competent and thorough. Four men were sent, each effectively handling their tasks. Two men went to work removing the old bed and building Sammy’s crib (though Alyssa knows not to call it that yet), another man went to work on the changing table.

The fourth man went around the house, babyproofing anything dangerous. Plastic covers were placed on every socket. Any sharp edges of tables or counters received a small plastic covering. Once he finished, he brought in the boxes of diapers and clothes, unpacking them.

Within an hour and a half, they were finished.

After Alyssa thanked them for everything, she went into Sammy’s nursery. It looked better than she ever imagined. Sammy’s crib looked so cute. The changing table was ready for Sammy, diapers expertly stacked for easy access, and changing supplies ready to go. She went through the dresser, looking at all Sammy’s clothes.

Alyssa sat on the rocking chair, tears in her eyes. She had finally gotten everything she dreamed about. Sammy was the perfect Little. She felt needed. Whole.

She Facetimed her Mom and Lindsay, wanting to show them the nursery.

“Oh my gosh, Allie, it looks AMAZING!” her mom congratulates her.

“I love it, too!” Lindsay added, “and Sammy looked so cute eating ice cream! I can’t wait to see her again!”

“Where is Sammy?” her Mom asks.

“She’s taking a nap,” Allie responds, “I wanted to show you guys before she woke up.”

“If there is one thing Sammy will like, it’s all the naps she can take. I swear she took more naps than anyone I ever met,” Lindsay jokes.

“Well, now they’re necessary, if she goes past naptime she has the cutest tantrums,” Allie jokes, “oh, and speaking of the cutest, look at these diapers! I can’t even.” Allie turns the camera to Sammy’s diapers with rocket ships and astronaut teddy bears.

Both her Mom and Lindsay squeal in delight.

“Those are so cute, Allie!” Lindsay says.

“She threw a tantrum when I suggested them, but she eventually came around.”

“Well, I’m glad she did, they’re perfect for her!” Lindsay said.

“Oh, that reminds me, Linds. I need to run some errands tomorrow. I planned to take Sammy, but I had a better idea. What if you “hang out” with her tomorrow while I’m gone?”

“What do you mean “hang out?” Lindsay asks, “why did you say it like that?”

“Well, I don’t consider it hanging out anymore. You’ll be here as her babysitter, not her best friend. But we don’t need to call it that just yet.”

“Ohhh, I get it,” Lindsay replied, “but sure, I’d love to!”

“Great,” Allie responds, “but you will be responsible for her diapers. And, hard as it will be for you, you will be in charge of her as a Little. I don’t want you treating her like your old best friend. You can have fun and talk, but she can only do Little appropriate things. I don’t want you watching adult movies or TV shows, okay?”

Lindsay frowned a bit, understanding what this meant. “Well, she is your Little, Allie. I guess I knew this day would come eventually. When I went from Linds, Sam’s best friend, to Lindsay, Sammy’s babysitter.”

“Do you know how to change a diaper, dear?” her mom chimes in.

“Of course I do, Mom,” Lindsay snaps back, “I’m a Caregiver. It’s instinctual.”

“I’ll show you anyway,” Allie responds, “why don’t you come around one tomorrow after Sammy’s nap?”

“Sounds good!”

Finished with the call, Alyssa heads to wake up Sammy, wondering how she’d react to her new nursery.

Go to Chapter Nineteen.

#ab/dl babygirl #ab/dl community #ab/dl fiction #ab/dl lifestyle #cg/l #cg/l community #cg/l little #diaper community #sammyslittleproblem #cg/l lifestyle

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Yippie-Ki-Yay

coastalcassi

Summary:

Sirius likes to dress up and go to themed pubs… sue him. This one did NOT go as planned… but god he and James are NOT mad about it.

Sirius and James go to a western bar dressed up and are PLEASANTLY surprised. You know what they say about taking someone’s cowboy hat…

Save a horse… ride a cowboy ;)

Chapter 1: I’m Gonna Getcha Good

Yippy-Ki-Yay blinks in neon red lights next to a cowboy boot on the sign overlooking the parking lot.

"Sirius... are you sure this is a western themed place? It looks like a normal pub."

"I’m telling you James! Online it said country western, line dancing, and The Rattle Snakes are performing tonight."

Sirius dismounts his vintage. motorcycle and takes off his helmet, shaking out his hair. He likes that his western outfit isn't far off from his regular leather look. Just more fringe to be honest, a black cowboy hat and red stars on his arse pockets which, to be frank, do wonders for him.

James on the other hand has gone a little more traditional cowboy. He has faded denim jeans on, a yellow button down and a red bandana tied around his neck. It suits him. He also adorns a dark brown hat and brown cowboy boots. His only stand out piece is a large gold belt buckle that had a horse in the middle framed by the words Ride a Cowboy. Cheeky son of a gun.

"I don't know Sirius..."

"Come on James! How bad can it be?!? Let's just… check it out! It's supposed to be queer friendly too! Pleeeeease?!?"

Sirius is bouncing up and down in front of James with his hands pressed together practically begging.

"Fine. Fine," James says, raising his hand in surrender.

"Yay!”

Both boys start to walk towards the door and can hear music playing inside. As they opened the door they can hear, "Welcome to the stage.... The Rattle Snakes," followed by loud cheers and clapping.

"We're just in time James! Let's go!" Sirius pulls James in quickly behind him not wanting to miss anything.

As soon as the boys are through the door they are met by a sea of flannel and regular looking men — though there IS still an abundance of cowboy boots present.

"Oh bullocks! Siriusly?!"

James' nose twitches as he tries to suppress a smirk at him being right on the money with the dress code. It's not Sirius' fault he likes to dress up and have fun so much. James' eyes scan over the crowd as “I'm Gonna Getcha Good” starts playing over the speakers. The spot light turns on and illuminates the performers and James — the poor lamb — has his breathe knocked out of him.

"Uggggg. I'm going over to the bar. I need a drink."

"Um — yeah ok. I'll — uh — meet you there."

James had already started making his way through the crowd, up to the very front of the crowd. The tips of his boots hit the stage and he can't get any closer. There are five performers on the stage in a V shape, 2 girls and 3 boys. Truly, all of them stunning, but standing in the middle is the most gorgeous creature James has ever seen.

His skin porcelain white and perfect, his grey eyes — a storm, his lips the perfect succulent pink, all framed by gorgeous dark curls. James has to swallow — HARD!

They’re all wearing all black with accents of black rattlesnake skin. Some of them have hints of green too. James' muse adorns a black button down with fringe going down the arms and across the back, but fuck, the lower James scans the more he has to fight to keep his jaw off the floor and stay composed as a gentleman should.

That slutty little waist is doing things for James. Across his waist is a belt with a large silver star buckle. He is wearing the equivalent to black briefs, smooth black silk, with black rattlesnake skin chaps falling down to black boots with a slight heel.

Oh god — James is going to keel over.

The performer’s eyes catch onto James and he smirks walking forward. He says "Lets Go" in time with the music and it becomes clear they are performing the song playing through the speakers. The other four performers starting their dance routine.

He won't free James from his grasp, his eyes fiery, unyielding, and ready to take James as his victim. This must be how snakes lure their prey James thinks.

"Don't wantcha for the weekend,

Don't wantcha for a night,

I'm only interested if I can have you for life, yeah”

Oh god he's singing — and doing truly provocative things… dance moves. God that waist! — what is James gonna do?!?

The lead walks to the edge of the stage and grabs James' hat putting it on his head. It doesn’t match his all black ensemble, but god does James like it. He then firmly grabs and tilts James’ chin up and winks. He turns and twirls back to the group.

Bloody hell. James' thoughts are intoxicated.

“So don't try to run, honey

Love can be fun

There's no need to be alone

When you find that someone”

The lead comes back towards James and extends his hand gesturing with his chin to the floor. James takes his hand and helps him down as the rest of the performers also leave the stage and dance through the crowd.

This creature is looking and singing to James.

"I'm gonna getcha while I gotcha in sight

(I'm gonna getcha) I'm gonna getcha if it takes all night

(Yeah, you can betcha) you can betcha by the time I say, "Go"

(I'm gonna getcha) you'll never say, "No"

James' heart is gong to explode as he watches this rattlesnake sing and dance through the crowd. He may be dancing for everyone but his eyes are never leaving James. God those eyes. James realizes he's been holding his breath and not breathing… that’s definitely a problem and he is DIZZY.

The performer comes back to James and places a hand on his chest, pushing him lightly backwards as he performs. James' calfs hit the stage and next thing he knows he is sat. A black boot (with silver stars and spurs, upon closer inspection) on his knee. His hands caress the leg as he leans down to place a kiss on the knee, His eyes looking up through his thick eyelashes.

“I'm gonna getcha, it's a matter of fact

(I'm gonna getcha) I'm gonna getcha, don't you worry 'bout that

(Yeah, you can betcha) you can bet your bottom dollar in time

(I'm gonna getcha) you're gonna be mine (I'm gonna getcha)

Just like I should, I'll getcha good”

A truly smug and satisfied smile spreading across the performer's face as he continues to sing and perform. He moves to James' side and uses his shoulder to boost himself back up on the stage.

James turns to see the performers coming back to a V on the stage. The lead, sings his last line:

“Oh, I'm gonna getcha good”

and the lights cut out.

Fuck — James HAS to know him. HAS to see him again.

"A five minute set break for the next performance. Meet our performers at the bar for a drink."

James doesn't have to be told twice. He hurries, weaving through the crowd to the bar. Everyone is there — even their guitarist — except the one James is dieing to touch again…

Disappointed James finds Sirius, who is chatting at the bar. The flirt can’t help himself.

"Pads. I’m hot. Going out for some air. Ok?"

"Yeah, sure Prongs. Want me to come with you?"

"Nah, I'll be back in a minute. Enjoy your drink and company." James nods to the man clearly flirting and providing Sirius with free alcohol.

James steps out the side door to the alley and leans against the cold brick wall. His lungs fill with cool air as his heart fills with dispair. The poor romantic thought that was love at first sight. God the song… the performance… James wants to go back and relive it. Over and over. It was PERFECT.

The smell of smoke hits his nose and he recognize the brand immediately as French. It has a very distinct smell he'd know anywhere cause they're Sirius’ favorite.

James turns and low and behold.... his rattlesnake is posted against the wall, smoke playing around his mouth. A french inhale… Fuck… Can he be ANY HOTTER?!?

James walks towards him and leans against the wall. The man doesn't look up. James clears his throat, "Um… hi."

"I'm on break."

"I know," James coughs," I went to the bar to meet you but you weren't there.”

The man looks up smirking at James, "Stalking me now sweetheart."

James' face flushes deep, from his hairline down his chest and he sputters.

The performer pushes off the wall to stand straight and crosses his arms over his chest, flicking his cigarette ash. He appraises James head to toe and cocks an eyebrow. "Did you — dress up?"

James chuckles and rubs the back of his neck," Uh, yeah, my mate — he thought it was western themed, like dress up."

The rattlesnake cocks his head to the side a little. “That’s quite a statement buckle.”

James looks down and then turns beet red again as he remembers what it says. He full on runs his hand through his hair. This is truly embarrassing all around.

The man’s eyes twinkle as he laughs and James realizes he has quite sharp teeth. Fitting, being that rattlesnakes have fangs. The rattlesnake waves his hand like he's clearing smoke. "Only the performers dress up."

"Yeah... I kinda got that, and thank god for it."

The man's eyebrows rise and his eyes narrow.

Fuck... did I say that out loud?!?

"I don't like being ogled at."

"I would’ve never guessed with that getup and how you move."

FUCK JAMES SHUT UP!

It’s silent for a moment while the man purses his lips and tilts his chin up. “I'm a performer. It's my job," he turns to move away and leave.

"Fuck, I'm sorry, I didn't it that way! Sometimes I say stupid things. That didn't come out right."

His rattlesnake waves him off still walking away, "That's the understatement of the night."

“Wait! Please?"

He stops and James sighs in relief.

"What do you want?" he asks, turning around. His face looking obviously displeased, and his eyes guarded.

James moves forward, coming right in front of him and kneeling on one knee on the gravel. He takes the man's boot and places it on his bent knee again. He looks up, "Time. Time with you. Please?" He looks up pleading as he bends to kiss the star's knee once more.

He looks down at James appraising him. Different emotions flickering through his eyes too fast for James to catch. Is he positioning to strike? He smirks after a moment. "You're a right git, You know that? and crazy."

"I know."

The corners of his mouth curls up slightly, "You can buy me a drink."

James beams up at him as he removes his foot from James' knee.

"What's your name?"

"Regulus."

"Regulus…”

James shakes his head and clears his throat TRYING to collect himself. “… in Rattlesnake skins… you look REALLY good in my hat."

Regulus smirks, “Slow down cowboy.”

James’ smile gets impossibly wider and he offers Regulus his arm to escort him back into the bar. He delights in a not quite hidden chuckle as Regulus takes it.

#regulus black #james potter #remus lupin #sirius black #jegulus #wolfstar #marauders #cowboy #cowboy remus lupin #cowboy sirius black #cowboy regulus black #cowboy James potter

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buzzyb33 · 5 months

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can i please get a josh (zerkaa) x f!reader fic where they do up the apartment for christmas\spend christmas together just a lot of fluff and warm feelings ty xxx

AHHHH OF COURSE ML 🫶🏽.

Prompt:in request.

Warnings: swearing

Josh was out for a sidemen video recording in central London, most likely going to be back soon, so, as his fiancée, I would obviously spend my free time doing something for us.

I grin as I sit cross legged and pick the branches, spreading them out evenly as I stack the parts on the faux tree.

I have some random Christmas music playing in the background.

I stand up straight as I finish fluffing out the tree in a way.

I’d always been a sucker for Christmas and went shopping for decorations the previous week.

I stood up to get the box in the kitchen when the door opens and closes.

I hear a sigh as I bring the boxes into the living and look towards the hallway and josh pulls his hoodie off.

“What you- oh you’re decorating? Can I help?” He smiles.

My eyes glisten as I nod.

“Course you can, help me with the bulbuls.”

He nodded and begun helping me put the blue white and grey balls on the tree.

I lean into him and smile.

As we finish with the tree I kiss his cheek and urge him to stand up.

“Go change into something more comfy Josh, you’re too bulky now.”

He rolls his eyes.

“Uh- I don’t think I am, but whatever.” He teasingly rolls his eyes and goes into our room.

I open the box that's filled with tinsel.

Josh comes back in with some Christmas pyjamas and a white shirt.

I smile at him as he sits cross legged next to me, taking some tinsel out the box.

We sit in a comfortable silence for a couple minutes before he speaks: “are we doing all the stairs again? And the fireplace?”

“Course we are.” I grin as he chuckles and finishes untangling the one in his hand.

He stands up and works on wrapping silver and he tinsels around the fire place while I start on the stairs.

The low hum of a Christmas playlist soothing as we work.

“Hey josh- I’ve done with the-“ I cut myself off as I trip on some fairy lights he left on the floor, tripping until he barely catches me.

We meet each others eyes and both burst out laughing.

I giggle and stand up straight.

“Let’s go and do the bedroom.” I say as we compose ourselves.

“Like the sound of that.” He winks and I slightly again.

We decorate the whole apartment in Christmas things, lights, tinsel, until it looked like an elf had through up on whole house.

Us two ended up in bed with empty hot chocolates next to us, him shirtless left as a pile of limbs as I muzzle into him, exhausted from putting so many things up.

“Thank you for helping me, Josh.” I say my tone a bit heavier as I close my eyes against his chest.

“You’re welcome..” he mumbled, his grip on my waist tightening.

He smelt of cinnamon and sweets when I nuzzled into him, my eyes closed.

The next morning I woke up to his light snores next to me, as I climb out of his grip I open the curtains to see the whole floor covered in snow.

I let out a light gasp and grin to myself.

As Josh stays asleep I decide to shower, change into some white jeans, a white long sleeved shirt and a black sweater, I get a scarf and gloves and set mine and Josh’s out.

Just as i do that I hear him grumble.

“N/n.. shut the curtains..” he moans into his pillow.

“It’s half ten, Josh.” I say as I fold them.

“What? Really?” He says and looks up.

“Why are you dressed? Are we going somewhere?” He says and sits up, the duvet falling to his thighs.

“It’s snowed so-“ he rubs his eyes as I continue.

“So I was gonna go for a walk and get some food or something.” I shrug.

“Do you wanna come?” He wraps his arms around my waist from behind and puts his head on my shoulder.

“Course..”

I smile and kiss his bearded cheek.

Mad we get ready to leave I insist on taking some pictures.

He smiles as I put my hat on.

We talk some photos the last one with us kissing.

I grin and hold his hand as we leave.

I drive is to central London and we walk around for around 2 hours, getting some food and Christmas gifts for family.

“If you was a 6 year old girl with a weird obsession with dinosaurs, would you rather the diplodocus or the pterodactyl?” He asks as we enter a toy shop.

“Definitely the diplodocus.” I say and he nods.

“Same for you- if you was a 10 year old boy with a weird obsession with spider man would you rather the figure of Gwen or Uhm- Iron spider?”

“Gwen, she’s cooler.” He responds and I nod.

We spend some more time getting cards then head back, we were out for 3 hours and we had to go out for food with one of my university friends.

As we have an hour or two to our selves we sit cross legged and wrap some gifts in the same comfortable hum of Christmas songs.

“Y/n how the fuck am I meant to wrap a teddy bear?” He scoffs and I see him struggling to wrap the stuffed dinosaur.

“Uh- focus on the body then the head I suppose here, do this.”

I hand him a shoe box that’s for Ethan (their stupid elf slippers) and take the plush.

I wrap it after mild difficulty and hand it back.

He thanks me and kisses my temple, handing it back.

I let a ghost of a smile stay on my lips as I keep wrapping.

After our meal we end up in the same state, tired and intertwined together like we’re one person not two separate.

I have my forehead on his bare chest as he rubs circles up and down my back.

“Goodnight n/n..” he murmurs as I wish it back, falling asleep in his strong grip again, skin to skin, heart to heart.

A/n: I loved this request made me giggle a bit, anyway! Simon headcannons coming soon then a Harry Fic.

I also do not know what pet names the boys would call their partner so..

REQUEST OR ASK ME ANYTHING!!

#sidemen x y/n #sidemen x reader #sidemen #zerkaa x reader #josh zerkaa #zerkaa #joshua bradley #Josh zerkaa x reader #zerker #beta squad #youtuber x reader #youtuber #youtube #behzinga x reader #ethan behzinga #behzinga #ethan payne x reader #ethan payne

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bonobonoyaatheart · 9 months

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Protect - Hwang Hyunjin

Summary: Hyunjin and you encounter his bully. It's impossible for to be quite with a person who has hurt the love of your life.

Pairing: Non idol Hyunjin x gn Reader

Genre: Hurt comfort, fluff, angst

In a bustling mall, you and Hyunjin ambled hand in hand, immersed in the excitement of the day. Amidst the bright lights and cheerful ambiance, Hyunjin's demeanor seemed composed, but his eyes betrayed a hidden torment beneath his sweatshirt. Unbeknownst to you, he had recently suffered at the hands of bullies, his wounds concealed beneath bandages.

As your footsteps echoed through the corridor, an unexpected urge to visit the restroom prompted you to turn to Hyunjin. "Hey," you murmured, your gaze softening as you met his eyes. "I need to use the restroom. Can you wait here for me?"

Hyunjin nodded, offering a gentle smile as he assured you he would wait. However, once you disappeared from view, the facade he'd put on for you crumbled. Alone in the crowd, his emotions swirled like a tempestuous sea, a mixture of anxiety and anticipation. His eyes darted around, a mix of hope and fear intertwining as he scanned the bustling scene, half-expecting to encounter his tormentors.

Amid the din of the mall, the memory of his recent encounter with the bullies replayed like a haunting melody. The bandages that wrapped around his arms, hiding the physical scars, couldn't conceal the emotional wounds that still bled. He felt the weight of vulnerability, like an exposed nerve, as he grappled with the memories and the fear they invoked.

But then, just as the shadows of his past threatened to engulf him, a figure cast a welcome shadow over him. It was Kang Dae, the face of his torment, materializing from the crowd.

"Hyunjin," Kang Dae's voice dripped with malice as he sneered, stepping closer. He brushed his fingers lightly over the bandages, a cruel smile curving his lips. "Look at you, all wrapped up. Feeling cozy? It's so pathetic that you're this weak boy." He traced Hyunjin's cuts over the sleeves of his sweatshirt. Hyunjin shivered as he felt the wounds sting.

Hyunjin's heart raced, his breath caught in his throat. The words Kang Dae uttered weren't mere taunts; they were a reminder of the power he held over Hyunjin's emotions.

"Aww scared of me huh? Good to see that" Kang Dae let out a wicked chuckle. But as Kang Dae's words grew increasingly venomous, salvation came in an unexpected form. Emerging from the crowd, you stepped into the scene like a hero from a storybook, your determination and love igniting a spark of hope in Hyunjin's eyes.

"Hey, back off," your voice was firm, a resolute shield for Hyunjin. You stood before him, a barrier between him and the source of his anguish.

The mall felt tense as you and Kang Dae locked eyes, like two people having a staring contest. It was as if the noisy crowd disappeared, and only you and Kang Dae were left in your own little bubble.

Kang Dae tried to look cool, but you could tell he was bothered by your presence. "Oh, look who's here, our hero! Ready to save the day?" he said with a sneer, his words like a puzzle meant to annoy you.

You didn't back down, though. Your voice was strong as you told him, "I'm not scared of you, Kang Dae. You won't hurt Hyunjin anymore."

Kang Dae smirked, acting like he wasn't worried. "Well, well, aren't you the brave one? Coming to the rescue?" he teased, trying to make you mad.

But you stood your ground, looking determined. "I've had enough. No more of this," you said, your words sounding like a promise to stop the bad things he was doing.

Kang Dae's confidence seemed to shake a bit, but he didn't give up. Suddenly, he tried to push you away, like he was in a rush to get somewhere.

You didn't budge, though. You stood strong, like a tree with deep roots. It was like a power struggle, both of you pushing against each other. Hyunjin watched, his eyes big, amazed at your bravery.

Then, out of nowhere, something unexpected happened. Maybe it was because you were angry about how cruel and mean Kang Dae had been, or maybe you just felt fed up, but you slapped his cheek. It was a so loud that made everyone stop and stare. It was like a clear message that you weren't going to let Kang Dae's assult continue.

Kang Dae's face turned red, and he took a step back, surprised by what you did. He looked unsure, like he didn't know what to do next. "You will surely pay for this I say!" Kang Dae screamed. You chose to ignore that. Hyunjin was more important right now.

The people around were quiet, and even though the moment was intense, you turned to Hyunjin with a kind expression. It was a moment that showed how much you cared. You held out your hand, and he took it, your fingers fitting together like a puzzle. It was like a sign that you were there for him, no matter what happened.

After the intensity of the confrontation, you both found a haven in a quiet café, where the soft hum of conversation and the rich aroma of coffee created a soothing backdrop.

Sitting across from each other at a small table, you held onto warm mugs of hot chocolate, their gentle heat radiating through your fingers. The mugs were like warm companions, reminding you that comfort could be found even after challenging moments.

Hyunjin's gaze held a mix of relief and lingering worry as he looked at you. "Are you okay? I saw everything you did back there."

You offered a gentle smile, your hand reaching out to meet his. "I'm perfectly fine, Hyunjin. I couldn't stand by while he was hurting you."

His grip on your hand tightened, his eyes glistening with unspoken gratitude. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice tinged with emotion.

Moving a bit closer, you reassured him with a soft smile. "No need to thank me. I'm here to support you, always."

Hyunjin's smile grew, and a tear escaped, tracing a delicate path down his cheek. "I've never had someone like you in my life."

Your heart swelled with empathy for him. "You're not alone anymore, Hyunjin," you whispered, your voice carrying the warmth of your assurance. "I'm here for you."

As you spoke, the weight of his past seemed to lighten, replaced by the knowledge that he wasn't facing his fears alone. The café felt like a sanctuary, a place where walls could come down and healing could begin.

Fingers entwined, you shared a connection that spoke volumes. "I'm scared," Hyunjin admitted, his voice a mixture of vulnerability and trust.

Leaning in, your thumb brushed against his knuckles. "It's okay to feel scared, Hyunjin. But I promise to protect you."

His eyes met yours, a glimmer of hope and understanding shining in his gaze. In the midst of the café's tranquil ambiance, your connection deepened, the world outside fading into insignificance.

And then, in a moment that needed no words, you leaned in and pressed your lips against his. It was a gentle kiss, a meeting of hearts that conveyed the unspoken emotions you shared. The taste of hot chocolate lingered on your lips, mingling with the sweetness of the moment. It was a kiss that spoke of reassurance, understanding, and a promise to face whatever challenges lay ahead— together.

A/N: Reblog and share if you like, and let me know what you think about this!

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smartycvnt · 11 months

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Simmer

Title: Simmer Pairing: Seth Rollins x Reader Summary: Seth struggles to compose himself during his tag match against Andrade and Zelina. R WC: 1228

"I don't like this," Seth said as Y/n smoothed down the fabric of his jacket. Y/n had to admit that it was odd for Andrade to demand Seth take this mixed tag match before their United States Championship match, but Seth had no choice but to accept it. Y/n was more than capable of fighting Zelina, so it wasn't like Andrade could rely on his manager for the win. There was some other tactic at play here, one that Seth couldn't figure out. All of it had him worrying, especially since Y/n had just barely been cleared following the minor concussion she had gotten during her match against Ronda.

"It'll be fine. Andrade never said you had to win tonight, nobody did. Just accepting his challenge means that he's your opponent next PPV. You'll win the belt off of him, and we'll never have to give him a second thought ever again." Y/n had always been good at calming Seth down, even when Seth didn't want to let her. The two of them stood back and waited for their cue, a mixture of their music that had been a last-minute gift from Triple H.

Seth walked out first and bowed as if he was presenting Y/n to the crowd. She couldn't help but smile and laugh as she walked out with Seth. She had never met anybody with such a stage presence before in her entire life. Seth had a way of moving crowds that meant no matter what, they'd be behind him. Y/n was relieved to go out by his side because she didn't have to worry about convincing anybody that she was the good guy here. Her checkered past in the WWE Universe's eyes didn't matter because they were arriving together as the ones who would defeat these particular bad guys.

"After you my lady," Seth said as he held open the ropes for Y/n. She ducked under them and held them open for Seth as he went in. "Why thank you."

"You're very welcome," Y/n said as she pressed a kiss to Seth's cheek. These were the moments that everybody wished for whenever Y/n and Seth interacted. They wanted the cute little moments mostly kept behind closed doors. Everybody knew that they were absolutely mad for each other, neither one could go a single interview without talking about how inspirational or helping having the other in their life was. Even before they had officially gotten together it had been that way.

"Be careful," Seth said as he stepped out of the ring to let Y/n start. He didn't understand why Andrade wouldn't just start the match himself, but he didn't question it. He just let Y/n do her thing in the ring. Seth knew she was more than capable of winning this entire match before he even had a chance to tag in. However, Zelina was smart and knew that Y/n overpowered her by a lot. So, instead of trying to fight Y/n, she made the woman chase her around. They made their way in and out of the ring several times before Zelina tagged Andrade in.

Y/n loved watching Seth wrestle. He was truly an artist in that sense. Even Andrade's wrestling was captivating, and if Andrade wasn't feuding with Seth, Y/n would have loved to learn a little more of his style. She had always seen pro-wrestling as less of a fight and more of an art form. Everybody had to work together in one way or another, taking the things they had learned on their own and melding them together for a final product. Seth and Andrade moved around each other with levels of communication that could only come with years and years in the business. Y/n was nearly so caught up in watching them that she almost missed Seth's tag for her to come back in.

"Go get her," Seth said as rolled out of the ring. Y/n didn't need to be told twice and she charged right for Zelina. This time, Y/n was prepared for Zelina to slip out of the ring and followed her right out. What she wasn't prepared for, however, was Andrade tripping her as she ran around the corner. She tried to catch herself, but ended up running into the ring post and smacking her head on the LED light panel. It was a sickening noise that had Seth rushing over to her side, where Andrade was helping to pick her up. "Get your hands off of her!"

"It was an accident, he's trying to help," Zelina tried reasoning. There was no point, Seth was having none of it, so the moment Seth was close enough to catch Y/n, Andrade dropped her. He mumbled something in Spanish as he moved away, but Y/n couldn't focus long enough to hear it. All she knew was that he was looking at her as he said it.

"It's okay, I'm okay," Y/n told Seth as she tried standing up. She couldn't hold herself up and nearly fell the moment Seth let go of her. He didn't let it happen again and scooped her up into his arms as he looked around for a place to set her. Corey stood up and offered his seat, which Seth placed Y/n in before he ran back into the ring to face Andrade.

"I'm going to fucking kill you," Seth said loudly. He didn't care if the mics picked it up or not. He was livid, angrier than he had ever been in a match with someone else. Refs and officials ran down there as Seth lunged at Andrade. Y/n watched as Seth rained down punches on his opponent. The match was called as a draw and their rematch was announced as a title match at the next PPV. Y/n was taken back to medical, where Seth met her after he had showered and gathered their things.

"You really Hulked out on him back there." Seth was relieved to see Y/n so relaxed and joking. He sat down in one of the chairs by the covered bench she was sitting on and handed Y/n one of his hoodies.

"How are you feeling?" Seth asked. It was hard for him to see Y/n this way, even if there could have been nothing wrong. The goose egg forming on the side of her forehead told him that she wasn't completely home free.

"Doc says that I'm out for a month at the least. I gotta come in for weekly concussion tests and maybe a scan or two, but they aren't too worried other than that. Now, I'd love for you to take me home."

"I'd love to take you home," Seth said as he stood up. Y/n grabbed onto his hand and walked the two of them out of the medical area. They had been the main event, so everybody was starting to clear out by the time Y/n and Seth reached the women's locker room. Seth was a bit apprehensive whenever Y/n walked out with Zelina, but there didn't appear to be any hard feelings between the two women, so he played it nice and friendly until they were all out of there.

#my writing #wwe #wwe x reader #seth rollins #seth rollins x reader

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weirdmallow · 6 months

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The Dimension Hopper's Field Guide is an information pamphlet in 'Warped' that will give GMs information on various alternate dimensions to use in their Multiverse-spanning campaigns!

Amongst the universes on show are:

Description: UNI#000, known as Pink Skies, is a dimension composed entirely of gargantuan floating donuts - many of them sporting the signature pink icing that gives the universe its name. These donuts soar through perpetually sunny skies with no ground in sight, making UNI#000 a popular vacation spot for weary dimension-hoppers.

Points of Interest: The hole in each donut acts as a doorway that is linked to another donut hole somewhere else in UNI#000.

Hazards: Sprinkle storms may serve to decorate the donuts that float through this realm, but be careful: these rare events have been known to throw the donuts into disarray and crush unfortunate dimension-hoppers under great pillars of sugar.

Inhabitants: Dimensional travelers have set up hotels and resorts on some of the larger donuts. Here, dimension-hoppers can put their feet up, relax and unwind in a universe that reminds them that life is sweet.

Description: Beyond the earth, beyond the stars, beyond it all lies The Void: the desolate ruins of a once great reality. Gargantuan gothic cathedrals are strewn throughout the darkness, their ruins floating silently in the void for countless millennia.

Points of Interest: Ancient summoning rituals have left some ruins infused with eldritch energy. Some have the ability to generate local gravity, generate portals to other ruins or to summon or ward off the weaker eldritch entities that inhabit this realm.

Hazards: This dimension has no gravity or breathable air. Colossal black holes tear at the space around them, spelling certain death for all those they draw in.

Inhabitants: Though the once grand civilization that inhabited this realm has crumbled to dust, UNI#928 is not devoid of life. Amongst the ruins float the Great Old Ones: ancient, infinitely powerful eldritch gods so vast in scale that to look upon them is to risk madness. Their spawn scour the wastes in search of rifts to other dimensions and new worlds for their masters to conquer.

Description: In a universe that resembles our own, the small desert town of Endeavor plays host to a historic rocket launch: the first in human history. The town crowds around the launchpad in anticipation. Little do they know that the rocket is fated to explode, vaporising the town completely. In fact, it does so every day. UNI#321 is a universe trapped in a perpetual time loop: every time Endeavor is destroyed, time rewinds 24 hours and the loop begins again.

Points of Interest: While everyone in Endeavor is unaware of the time loop, anyone from outside of this dimension retains their memories of each loop. Beneath the town is a hidden laboratory filled with alien technology. One device in particular is a helmet that allows the wearer to retain their memories, anything on their person, and the helmet itself, when time resets.

Hazards: Outside of the explosion and the time loop itself, there are no hazards specific to Countdown.

Inhabitants: The people of Endeavor are welcoming, friendly and brimming with small town charm. The town is also awash with engineers, military personnel and astronauts who have come to witness the launch. In the lab beneath the town, a small team of scientists are attempting to work out how to prevent the destruction of the rocket and the resulting time loop, though only one of them can wear the alien helmet and preserve their memories of previous loops.

#indie ttrpg #tabletop #ttrpg #ttrpg community #dnd #dungeons and dragons #ttrpg character #ttrpg design #ttrpg dev #dungeonsanddragons #tabletop games

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Remember when Zoro was tied to that marine base post? It looked like he was in the perfect position to be sucked on, and he can’t even do a single thing to stop you-if he wanted to. Now imagine in future encounters, he’s tied like that, and you’re around but you wanted to tease him. Just wait until he’s out of those restrains. Will he repay you back heavenly or cruelly for teasing him?

stop stop stop stop stop, you’re so right. this was far longer than i meant it to be, but imagine:

you first meet zoro on shell island; you’re fond of rika and you try to convince her that secretly feeding the bounty hunter may not be the brightest idea, but she’s determined and there’s no talking her out of it. the least you can do is keep an eye on her.

so, you go with her, though not daring to approach the stoic man yourself. you watch her from outside the brick wall and while you try not to attract attention to yourself, roronoa zoro’s eyes find yours anyway. you look away quickly (though stealing another quick glance a second later). seeing him tied up, all you can think about is that this dangerous swordsman is… attractive, to say the least.

you continue to accompany rika on her visits to the swordsman. to keep her safe, you tell yourself. though your mind always wanders to places you’d rather not think about for long.

nevertheless, late at night, when it’s your hand that wanders on its own, you remember the image of the swordsman tied against that post who would be helpless to your touch…though more than anything, you remember the way his eyes burn into you and leave your knees weak.

and later on, after the straw hat helps save him and welcomes you both to his “crew”, and after that crew grows a little bigger, and your affection for the swordsman grows with it, you find yourselves in the same place you started.

luffy and usopp (at your suggestion) figured tying zoro against the mast of the ship would make for a fun prank. naturally, the swordsman saw nothing funny about it and was furious at the duo who had left him behind as they ran off to explore a new island.

you were the only one who stayed behind.

and while zoro was grateful to find that someone had stayed and could untie him, you had a different idea…

you lean close to him, murmuring sweet words into his ear, telling him how often you’ve dreamt about seeing him like this again, your hand between you, palming him slowly through the fabric of his pants.

zoro struggles against the ropes keeping his hands away from you, aching to touch you, to take you however he like, just as he has dozens of times before. you can see him tense up as he grows hard against your hand, and you smile innocently at him, thrilled to see your desires playing out before you.

when you get on your knees, zoro looks at you like you’re mad. anyone could return at any moment, but isn’t that part of the thrill? besides, you knew you had plenty of time; plenty of time to tease and control the most dangerous swordsman in the east blue; to have him writhing under your touch and begging you for more.

and you’re painfully slow with your movements, something the swordsman has never been accustomed to. you take your time pulling down his pants—leaving him exposed to anyone who might come back, though by now his thoughts are consumed by you and all of the things he would do to you if his arms weren’t restrained—and you take your time wrapping your lips around him, starting with kitten licks and open-mouthed kisses around his tip, evoking a slew of curses from his lips.

you’re in full control, and seeing the strong and composed roronoa zoro falling apart at your touch is a thrilling sight. his threats to leave you unable to walk only fuel your teasingly slow pace.

and you push him to his limits before pulling back and bringing your lips against his. “luffy ‘ll be back soon.” you shrug, knowing damn well you’re in for a sleepless night once he gets untied. and zoro doesn’t bother to curse at you as you leave him without finishing what you started because he’ll be putting your cunt through hell for it soon enough.

#୨⎯ pedacito de sol ☼#zoro smut #zoro x reader #one piece smut #one piece x reader

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