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“not all men”
you’re right, my favorite fictional character would never.
Hangover - Tim Roth x Reader
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Contains: Daddy kink, rough sex, semi public (kind of).
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The music in the club distracts you from your voice of reason, desperately urging you to take it easy on the drink in your hand. This is your third, and despite what the rumors say, alcohol doesn’t make anyone look any better. You hadn’t seen one man you had found attractive all night, and you’re close to giving up. You had been into the idea of dancing tonight to forget about life for a while, but a little something extra is always nice too.
You almost spill your drink from some faceless dancer nudging you. When you turn, she nods toward a dark booth in the corner.
“He’s been looking at you all night.”
You follow her line of sight to see a man staring you dead in the eye. The surprise of meeting his gaze so suddenly almost forces you to look down, but something holds your mutual eye contact in place. He looks like the cat who got the cream now that you’ve noticed him, a smirk growing on his face. His posture tells you everything you need to know about the man– cocksure, his legs open in a lazy sprawl. He’s considerably older than you, with a little bit of silver in his blonde hair.
“Who’s that?” you shout over the music.
“Don’t know,” the girl shouts back. “I don’t typically take names when I arrive at the club.” Well, with that answer, you figure you’re on your own tonight. You’ll have to find out for yourself. When you turn back to face the stranger however, he’s not in the booth; all that’s left is an empty whiskey glass. Before you can complain about the loss to your friend or set off on a drunken venture to find him, you’ve forcibly added to the dynamic mosaic of dancers on the main floor, weaving in and out of people to the music. Every time you close your eyes, you can see his half lidded ones trained so intently on you. He must be interested; that’s why he had been staring in your direction. Maybe it was just wishful thinking, jumping on the first chance at something exciting tonight.
You lose yourself momentarily in the music, feeling hands on you as you’re passed through everyone like the rest of the dancers are. You start to move to the beat, until you feel someone’s hands rub up your arms. Your eyes open to look into blue ones.
“Hello, love,” the man grins. “Looking for me?”
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Oh my....
looking up george weasley x reader but all im getting hit with is fred weasley x reader THEY ARENT THE SAME
CONFESSIONS…
Priest x fem!reader
Dracula a love tale 2025 🩸
Side note: this is my first fanfic so sorry if there’s spellings mistakes or misplaced punctuation- story does contain the following…
.Smutt. Offensive language. 4 play.
Summery: You had only been in the presence of the priest a few times, only in morning masses. Your Papa enforced this on you. He believed young women must bathe in gods words as to pursue life. What ever he means is necessary-doesn’t fell like it at all.
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The priest was a generous and honest man, you could tell. The way he spoke the messages of god was deep from his heart, not always from the bible as if anyone cared enough to notice as you were board in the masses. At the end of a mass, there was a glint of kindness in his eyes as you would walk up to him, as he would bless you from almighty god. His soft wrinkled smile shone on you. At times you couldn’t help but feel warmed…
One day, to your surprise, you felt excited to go church. Your papa would notice the subtle gleams of light you showed as you would walk into the holy walls. You didn’t know why, nor how, but you knew it has something to do with the priest. He felt comforting…you had never spoke to him but only looked and smiled in approach at the end of the function. And then…and then, you had finally opened your mind. Thoughts started to plunder your head. Deep and-much to the lords demise…sinful thoughts. Thoughts that you felt as though you should be shamed for, you felt ashamed. The way you would imagined his breath mix with yours, the way his stern hands would press against your soft flesh, his worn eyes licking the view of your body. The feelings themselves also grew to an extent. You noticed that your heart would pound hard every time you’d see him, most times harder knowing he was looking back at you…
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Today you had decided to confess the feelings away and find help some kind of help from the lord, for good. It was too much at this point. You could feel your face burn when ever you were near him. Watching and listening him replay the blessing words of god started to make your heart skip a beat. Sometimes you thought he noticed. You didn’t want to be a sinner no more, so washing these feelings away *not mention to a holy man* was meant to strike for the better.
You had arranged a day to go play through your plan, today was a time that your local known priest was out of the city for the day. Going to confess to the man you had been filling your head with didn’t feel right. You needed to go to a different person of holy property, someone who wouldn’t recognise you at all, even if they tried behind closed curtains. You had heard a different priest was in the church for the day, so going to them was your destination.
You told your papa you went to pick up letters from the bank. Said there was “a mistake with the postage”. That statement should keep him occupied…
You walked through the cold, tall building. Over looking the rows of bench’s in the hall, you saw that they were empty, completely empty. The only sound was that was peeping in the atmosphere was your footsteps. You approached the confession booth. One door was closed, the other…it was open, just for you…You looked around you from side to side, confused if there was someone going to appear to join you in the booth. You weren’t sure if they were already in there. They must be, wouldn’t make sense if the other door were open. Not sure, you squeaked a “hello?” to be sure…your echos danced in the open air, travelling to almost what seemed like miles and yet…no one answered. Nor did anyone come.
Looking back to the open seat in the booth, it made you shiver. Why was this nerve racking for you? They don’t know who you are, these are confidential confessions. What could possibly be so bad about it? With a deep breath, you carefully stepped into the booth, closing the door behind you.
You take a seat, you look to the sliding screen in-front of you. It had embroidered holes in the screen, just small enough to peek body movement from the other side, it was also covered by a velvet purple curtain as another layer of coverage. It was dark and you only see a bit of the screen that wasn’t entirely covered behind the fabric. You could faintly see someone, only managing to make out what looked like their shoulder and forearm hiding behind. You almost sigh in relief as there was in fact, someone.
There was a moment of silence between the two of you. You almost twiddle with your fingers as you don’t know where to start with your confession. You parted your lips to speak, until the person on the opposite side beat you to it.
“What is troubling you my child?”
His voice…it was soft and yet almost sharp and daring. It seemed familiar, but seeing no face to match was seemingly impossible to determine who it was.
You swallow hard, blinking momentarily. With no more thought you reply. “Father? I…I’m sorry I don’t know where to begin” you bow your heard to your lap as you still find the struggle to tell your words.
“Front the start would help”
You shot your eyes back up to the curtain. You almost laughed, however to the persons unknown knowledge, you just smile shyly. “I feel…I must confess…since…ugh, since my papa had made go to these morning masses, I…I had developed…feelings”
“What kind of feelings?..”
That question nearly made you choke. How do you describe that? About a priest!- and speaking about it to another priest!? “…I suppose longing feelings…feelings that are strong, they make my heart dance…and in this case, I don’t think in a good way”
No comment was heard, you felt urged to go on.
“It’s towards a person who I know couldn’t ever want me back. It would be impossible to do so. He’s…devoted to another I guess you could say. Not only that he’s…rather…rather”
The priest was definitely an older man. Much older than you, that was another error in your sane persona. But honestly you didn’t care. You admired the work of his, tired face. His grey locks that sat comfortably behind his ears, his late shaved face and furrowed silver brows that matched. The way the sun blanketed on him through the tinted windows was more shimmering compared to a young pigmented hair like yours. You were so in awe of this man that even you can’t comprehend.
The unknown person predicts the end of your sentence
“Old?” He says
Your eyes widen. Well…maybe it was obvious you were going to say that from how your confession is sounding so far.
“Yes…” you say under a breath in shame, clutching the fabric of your dress in your lap. Wanting to bite back your admitted case. You wince saying every word in this moment, but you push yourself on.
“I don’t know what is wrong with me father. I know it’s wrong, I know it is. But I can’t stop thinking about him. He’s just so…” you pull back the paragraph of your poetic dreams for the priest. “I’m so ashamed of myself, he’s loyal to another and I’m young. I don’t want to be stupid about this, I want to be clean father. Please, you must help me” at this rate you’re begging for help.
There was another moment of silence, you itched to hear something from behind the closed screen and curtain. He must be thinking, thinking how silly you must be.
“Why would there be something wrong with you? It is only love you seek, correct?”
Surprised to his understanding and acceptance, you now feel more confident to proceed with the conversation.
“Yes, yes it is”
“Love, longing…yearning. It is something we all share, a natural drug. It is what makes us human. Even monsters of thirst can feel the same way” You furrow your brows at his last comment, what did he mean by that? “Even when you think this person is out of reach, you should never belittle yourself for feeling something so normal”
He was right, that part was clear.
“But what should I do father?” Your tone unknowingly becomes tense and ridged with frustration, still desperate of how to get ride of your stinking thoughts.
“You said a brief moment ago, you said (he’s just so..) what were you going to say? How do you really feel about this-well I presume a man…”
You pause. This felt off trail going back of the path from this topic, it didn’t feel relevant. Your paranoia kicked in, was he avoiding your plea for help because he doesn’t want to help you? Or understand? You really must be mad. You take moments to collect yourself. Prepare how you’re going to say this, but oh…you could go on. You could write a whole novel about him if you could. Your heart hurts for this man and you felt it could kill you.
“Father I-“
“What do you wish for him to do to you?”
Now your heart drops. Was this inappropriate? or was it appropriate? You didn’t exactly know, you weren’t the advising professional. He was wanting to know what you how you wished to be treated….surely….he was pushing you to speak more. Your mind floods to think he means it in a sensual way, maybe he didn’t mean a sensual way. Your breath hitch’s before you speak again.
“Well…” your huff a laugh under your breath, nervous as you were “I just…I imagine myself with him. I imagine him…talking to me, laughing with me. But sometimes…sometimes I want him…doing things to me, things I’m fear as though I’m too frail to say, it’s silly father…” you can’t say, it was too much, you feared if you were to say, even in a confession booth, it would scar you…for life. You still felt silly about it. Imagining yourself with a holy man. It was something so surreal, you knew it was not only wrong but forbidden.
“Do you wish he would fuck you?”
Bewildered by the comment. Your mouth fell agape.
“I don’t think this is appropriate fa-“
“Do you wish he would press himself against you…licking your lips doing so?.. do you want him to feel your legs…feel the cheeks of your face as he drives into you…”
Your face sparked in a warm flame, your chest pounding. Who was behind this screen!? In the dark, you glared at the curtain, tempted to rip off the thing and peep through the screen to see who was practically mocking you. This couldn’t be a priest, they were making a joke out of you, this is some kind of drunken fool who thought it would be fun to make a clown out of a young woman like you.
“H-how dare you” your say in a quiet tone, dumbfounded by his ridiculous comments. Your poor attempt to defend yourself wasn’t going to help you. You prepped yourself to leave. You are not going to stand for this. Right now you just wanted escape and forget this ever happened. You’ll just have to carry on with your life, knowing you’ll never get rid of a burning desire. Turning to the door, you are about to raise yourself from the chair.
“Y/N…” his words shot you like a poison dart, paralysing you to stay seated. How did he know your name? Then it occurred to you…something mortifying. No, no it couldn’t be him, it couldn’t! He’s out of the city, you were certain. Who else could it be, saying all these things. Even knowing your name. But the thing is, you don’t remember ever making a peep of your name to him, you never spoke to him…until now that it is. You hoped it wasn’t but you were definite it was…
You heard shuffling from the other side, then the sound of the door opened. You gulped. You stayed waiting, watching your own door, closed and in this moment it felt like your shield. His footsteps quietly and slowly made their way a bit closer to your side. You couldn’t determine where about he was from the outside of the booth but he was…right.there…
The footsteps came to a halt, you could tell by the way the sound of his shoes shifted on the stone tiles. There was yet again another moment of silence. This was tormenting, you just wanted your suspicions to be proven wrong. But you knew that wasn’t going to happen. You felt caged and cornered, you couldn’t go anywhere, you couldn’t leave anywhere.
Suddenly. The light peeked in the crack of the door, it opened from the other side. In this moment you didn’t know whether to feel scared or…pleased?
The man standing before you. Was indeed…the priest. His black dressed frame towered in front of you. Almost blocking the light from outside of the booth. His eyes were dark, but they stared down at you in way they never did before. His deep and slow pants of breath made you quake. He looked as though with struggle, he had just freed himself from straitjacket. His eyes looked at you like you we’re a poor animal indeed of help, or asthough he was going to tell you off? Perhaps it was both. It was a mix of that same kindness he had always given you, but there was something sinister lurking in his gaze. What was he going to do with you? You felt your restraints loosening as you felt a weak shiver in your legs. You wanted him to do something-say something…anything….
“Stand” he says. His voice low and bewitching
Like casted under a spell, you do as he says. You rise from your chair. Locking eyes with him at level.
“Father I’m sorry, I-“
“Shh…don’t speak” he shakes his head at you with briefly closed eyes. He’s heard enough sorry’s, he will now let yourself be forgiven under his care.
He slowly walks into the booth, closing the door behind him. You subconsciously attempt to back away as to give room, but there was barely any. It was a space for only one person and he was making it impossible for that to be compatible. Your breath hitch’s once more when he turns to face you, he was so close to you, more close than ever, even when not touching you, you felt his warmth radiate.
“Your hurting, I see that now”
He read you like the bible itself, you were hurting, you wanted some kind of release as you just begged for, however in this case…this might be meant differently. His eyes fall down your figure and ever so tenderly and slowly look back up to your eyes. They dart not just to your eyes but your hair, your red cheeks, your lips. He was observing you like the starry night painting. It was a look that told you that you were safe with him. To not be afraid.
“You are a smart woman, choosing to be rid of your thoughts of me” he inch’s closer. “But as a man of god, I want to help you” he circles you, you follow his movement and now your back now faces the wooden wall. He takes a deep breath as looks down again at your frame again.
“You want to be clean?” He looks back your desperate eyes once more. “My dear, I must tell you that’s impossible” he warmly smiles
You stand there a little lost, hearing his words were coherent but somehow sounded like riddles. Maybe that was because you couldn’t stop paying attention to how’s he’s constantly looking at you. It made you feel naked, and something tells you…you liked that.
“Everyone, such as yourself…” he inch’s more towards you, your back now pressing against the cold wall. “can have a dirty mind, however yours in particular…it’s filthy”
Hearing your confession made him more aware what you really wanted from him, not just a talk, not just a laugh, he knew you wanted him to take you like a starved beast.
“You’re a filthy girl” he tilts his head to the side ever so slightly, now he was so close, your breaths now mixing. Your heart was going to be ripped out of your chest at this rate it’s beating, you could swear he can hear the pounding. With the back of his fingers, they brush against your warm cheek.
“Tell me what you what you want me to do to you”
He basically already knew, he even said it for you, but he wanted to hear it from your lips, in the font of your voice. You wet your lips with tip of your tongue before you spoke. “I…I want you to take me, do all…sorts of things”
“Like what?” He was desperate to hear it more specifically. He somewhat liked seeing you squirm under his intimidating gaze and words. That warm smile of his still lingering.
“To kiss me, to…taste me, touch me in a way I won’t forget” you couldn’t bring yourself to say *fuck* the word alone was bold, not to mention you were both in the house of the lord. Why you still felt the need to be pleasant, you weren’t sure. The whole time your chest is heaving up and down.
His lash’s softly flutter. He noticed how hitched and frozen you were, he wanted to warm you. He proceeds to look down to your lips. The hand he brushed your cheek with now cupped, his other hand doing the same, now both hands holding you’re r face gently. His lips press against yours.
Closing your eyes, you felt like the whole world had stopped turning. That the whole world had turned dark and you two were the only source of light. His lips were soft and nurturing, they brushed yours so steadily. You thought you might faint.
He parts away from you, already missing his touch.
“Father” you heave out, as if the priest stole your breath away. You wanted more. Hearing his title behind told from your tongue made his heart triple in size, oh how it made him crazy.
And without thought, the possession took over and his lips met against yous once again. This time, more harshly. They wedged into you, making you kiss him back, pushing your mouth against his more prominently. His hands found their way to burrow through your hair, the other, tracing down your arm and made its way to cradle your jaw. You let yourself go, your arm wrap around his shoulder, the other on his chest.
He parts from you temporarily, “I noticed they way you look at me” he said before now, slightly parting his lips to you again, they quickly open even more, you felt his tongue slip into the welcoming home of your mouth. You mimic the action, brushing your tongue up against his, the wet slithers made you release a moan. His hand traveled to the nape of your neck, murgding into your mouth more thoroughly. He felt the vibration of your sound, your sweet sound, he wanted to hear more as he told you more about how you see him, how he sees you.
“When you come into mass, when you left. I saw how much you wanted to be played with”
His mouth moved away, you let out a huff of stifled breath. The priest now suctioned onto your neck, his hands finding their way under your skirts. You shiver under his touch. His broad hands were warm and they palmed your crotch between your legs. His index finger rubbing sweet circles on your clit all by through your undergarments. He could feel the dampness already seeping through. You hear him make a grunt by his discovery.
You let out another moan, this time more winced. The sensation made you unstable to stand, but he held you against the wall like a mousetrap. You tug on his grey locks for some-kind of support. His other hand travels to your leg, he kneads the flesh of your thigh, and quite aggressively, it hurts but you didn’t stop him.
“The first day I saw you, when you came you to me to be blessed before the end of the session” his mouth leaves your neck, leaving his bruised mark on your clavicle, he leans up to your ear, and whispers “i wanted to fuck you right then and there” his tongue licks from your jaw and up the side of your face. His words ascended you into heaven, was this heaven? You thought briefly. You let out a satisfied sigh. Exposing that you had liked hearing him speak these things to you. His fingers circling you more faster and harder. You wine into his touch, his other hand palms the cheek of your backside, squeezing onto the warm flesh.
“Nngh”
The hand that was busy on your clit, moves to fiddle with your undergarments, you missed the sensation already. Leaning your head back on the wall, you close your eyes. Feeling his fingers tug and slither his hand between the fabric and the surface of your hip. With no patience. You try to help him pull them down. You needed him inside of you already-now, you waited long enough. You struggle as you look back down. Only seeing the layers of your skirt ruffled up around your hips and upper legs. The priest creates a hum of a chuckle, he honestly found it adorable how desperate you were.
“You’re a sinful little girl for wanting this so badly”
Oh he was teasing you, his tone was playful. You had surprised yourself at how much you liked being called these things, and oh how it would mortify your papa.
You felt his other hand leave from under your skirts, they wrapped themselves around both of your hands that attempted to pull down your undergarments. He pinned them against the wall by your wrists and above your head.
“Don’t” his tone had now took a turn, one second it seemed he liked seeing you helplessly want him faster, but quick as lightning the flavour of his identity grew shadowy. He looked back at you with the same kind look he gave you beofre but now it was strict and dominating.
With swift motion, he pulled down your undergarments, and before you knew it, he had unfastened the lower half of his black robe. You both eye make contact as you share a gulp of air as he placed himself inside of you. You felt him slide, he filled you tenderly. He felt so big, he swallowed the wet welcoming space you had for him. His hard and long awaited began a pace.
He bucked himself into you, pushing you against the wall with ease. His hips had only set a slow, gentle pace to start with and yet it felt as though you were already seeing stars.
“You feel so heavenly” he chants. You couldn’t help but let a breathless smile cross your face. You couldn’t believe this was finally happening. You wanted him for so long and now all your wish’s-your dreams Ahmad come true.
He thrusted into you again. You wanted to grab onto something-anything! But he had his hands on you like a hawk with its prey. His hips waved into you like the sea tides. The way you could feel his size fill your space, it was sending you to roll your eyes. You squirm, already wanting him to go faster. You buck your hips, moaning as you wanted him more.
“P-please…I beg”
The priest looks at you with a slight gleam in his gaze. As he still rolls into you, he leans into your ear for a second time, “you beg?” He repeats your words in a question, and to his comment, he slows down his pace. You wine and look at him with a distasteful expression.
“What do you beg for?” His tone of course held a playful tease, he licks and gently bites your ear. You shiver under the touch of his tongue. How were you suppose to answer when he’s doing all of this. However you knew if you didn’t answer him, he won’t go any faster. In desperation you tumble over your words.
“ faster, father-please”
He grunts with a smile. He liked that answer, with a wet tongued kiss on your ear, his free hand pulled up your leg by your thigh. You wrap it around his waist, pulling the both of you closer and deeper. “Such a good girl”.
You hum by his comment, His grey whiskers scratching you as he spoke to you in such sin. Usually that would be uncomfortable but knowing it was him, knowing it was his face, his hair, his whole self, it just made you more aroused. His pace had increased. You gasped as he practically and blissfully penetrated into you, feeling him hammer your bell and rub your walls, cursing your core to tighten as you felt yourself already approach the end.
His gripe on your writes tighten aswell, still at your ear, he grunts, the gruffness he held from his throat sends a spark within you. he marches himself between your legs harder. The squelched sounds erupting in the small contained space. Both of your breaths hot and a heavy.
The priest felt your walls closing on him, he couldn’t resist but to moan. His face fell into the gap of your neck as his thrusts become erratic, your climax was reaching its peak, you felt your whole body tense, your back arching away from the wall with mouth agape, pressing your body against his as he too stiffed, he tiresomely groaned as his peak had finally filled you. You both cum at once. His hips coming to a shaky still. You felt it hit, the warm lotion soaking inside you. His hips moved away, as he became soft. The remains of his residue seeped out of you and trickled on your thighs. Hearing the drops fall onto the wooden floor boards.
You both stand there for a moment. Your legs turned weak and bodies hot and flushed. There was no noise except for the huffing coming from your mouths. The priest lets go of you writs and leg, he pulls himself away from your neck to look at you. His hands resting the wall from both sides of your head. The bead of sweat rolled down his aged temple, his hazel eyes focused on you like you were the sweetest thing he’s seen. You smile in response. Your hands fall down to stroke his hair, his eyes close contently from your touch.
You kiss his forehead, your lips remain there as you speak against the surface of his warm skin.
“You’ve cured me father”
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FIN xx
-sorry if the ending is short. :(
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coffee or tea | early bird or night owl | chocolate or vanilla | spring or fall | silver or gold | pop or alternative | freckles or dimples | snakes or sharks | mountains or fields | thunder or lightning | egyptian mythology or greek mythology | ivory or scarlet | flute or lyre | opal or diamond | butterflies or honeybees | macarons or eclairs | typewritten or handwritten | secret garden or secret library | rooftop or balcony | spicy or mild | opera or ballet | london or paris | vincent van gogh or claude monet | denim or leather | potions or spells | ocean or desert | mermaids or sirens | masquerade ball or cocktail party
Wow! I really enjoyed this survey. It was fun. ☺️ Thank @sweet-dorky-crazy
@my-gunnar-jensen, would you mind participating? 💜
Okay i will do it too
coffee or tea | early bird or night owl | chocolate or vanilla | spring or fall | silver or gold | pop or alternative | freckles or dimples | snakes or sharks | mountains or fields | thunder or lightning | egyptian mythology or greek mythology sorry none of them because i hated it at school😅 | ivory or scarlet | flute or lyre | opal or diamond | butterflies or honeybees | macarons or eclairs | typewritten or handwritten maybe both | secret garden or secret library | rooftop or balcony | spicy or mild | opera or ballet | london or paris | vincent van gogh or claude monet | denim or leather | potions or spells | ocean or desert | mermaids or sirens | masquerade ball or cocktail party
Uhm i don't know who to tag😅🤷♀️ @sativamommy @iwmflbb
Thank you @my-gunnar-jensen for tagging me 🫶
coffee or tea | early bird or night owl | chocolate or vanilla | spring or fall | silver or gold | pop or alternative | freckles or dimples | snakes or sharks | mountains or fields | thunder or lightning | egyptian mythology or greek mythology | ivory or scarlet | flute or lyre | opal or diamond | butterflies or honeybees | macarons or eclairs | typewritten or handwritten | secret garden or secret library | rooftop or balcony | spicy or mild | opera or ballet | london or paris | vincent van gogh or claude monet | denim or leather | potions or spells | ocean or desert | mermaids or sirens | masquerade ball or cocktail party
No pressure tagging : @sexy-monster-fucker @shiinata-library @princessglittergore2
Lord have mercy....
Precious
Gunner Jensen x reader. Takes place during Expend4bles. (moodboard)
Warning: References to alcoholism.
*****
Six months sober. And for what?
Gunner glares at the small glass placed on the table in front of him as if the innocuous container had caused him some grave offense, and weren’t simply something the waitress has just brought on his expressed request, the amber liquid filling it his poison of choice since he was still in school.
He could drink it. He ordered it, the waitress brought it over, and it is now in front of him, waiting to be drunk. Well, not really, no, he corrects himself, struggling to make sense of his own thoughts in his pain-, rather than alcohol-, induced stupor; it’s just an object, lacking a will of its own, it cannot wait for something anymore than it could burst into song.
Elrond, Thranduil or Gil- Galad for kinktober 🎃
Elrond
Thranduil
Gil- Galad
guys. Help 😂
I have three pieces written for other characters already but I cannot for the life of me decide which one of these elves to write for 🤷♀️
did my man Gil Galad dirty 😤 I’m kidding - partially 😂
Kinktober with Thranduil as promised, as well *and* also one with Gil Galad bcos I promised @haladrielnation I would 🫡
LET'S GOOOOOOOOOO !!!!🫶✨️❤️
Stalemates
(Sam Drake x F!Reader smut)
'Talking it out' often makes for appropriate conflict resolution. But where's the fun in that?
Masterlist
In which they switch it up like nintendo-oh 🎶 . 12k words of switchy, yucky, hate sex. 3rd person, no y/n, grammatical errors (ooo scary) likely
CW for mildly dubious consent and two bitches being mean to each other. For detailed tags take a peek at ao3! Could only bring myself to write this while ovulating which is why it took so long </3. Enjoy!
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭
It's time for a picrew chain!
go to this: https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/1473879#google_vignette
and then tag your moots :D
tagging: @zithergiltscorner @emilem-forevermore @th3-r4t-48 @noahher @rins-batcave @ashes-onthewind @foulmiraclekitty @eclipserblair @unstableunicornsofasgard @spooky-cryptid-friend
'tis me
i think the sweater describes my mood
@blashdafish @not-so-local-lesbian @kitab00m101 @rins-batcave @sparky4577 @duckieselz
open tags!!!
Me :]] short hair now im enjoying it
@thetisming @johnwardssecretninja @not-so-local-lesbian @spacetimeaccordionfolder + anyone else :D not tagging everyone this time sorry gamg
guys I actually own this outfit (well the blue shirt I own has lemons not oranges but close enough!)
also the options in this picrew were amazing. So many noses.
@the-mountain-flower @vvanillavveins @azrail-has-a-vendetta @citrusbusiness and whomever so chooses. Have fun!
Thanks so much for the tag! PotatoLord's picrew is one of my absolute favourites :)
Tagging @raccoons-under-a-trenchcoat @watchers-tea @buried-in-the-archives @field-cryptobotanist @urnewsteppappa @oxthemoron @thesaltyblobfish @skyeoak @angel-of-fallen-dreams @froggy-heaven @forflightlessbirds @silly-lil-scribbles @moon-the-delusional + anyone!
Thanks for the tag! Very happy that this picrew has my actual hair colour for once. Thanks potato lord <3
@silly-lil-scribbles @field-cryptobotanist @ket4jet @cy0oo @bats4me
Ohh I love this picrew. Cheers potato lord
Here is (vaguely) what I look like
based (again vaguely) off of what I'm currently wearing!!
Mooties :3 /nf
@buggycat @unsat-and-strange @dormienscattus @cecilsrandomeverything
Me! :P
@encryptidarchivist @moon-walkman @i-weep-for-lost-souls @mothsintherain @bat-luun
thanks for the tag :] ive done this picrew so many times i love it
no pressure tags: @lokiscauldron @cryptid-in-your-walls @furresquid @cardamomtimes @moth-queer
Thanks for the tag!!
We got me but more masc and cooler!!
No pressure tags! @justicewasserved @buggycat @cassiangoesintheblender @eviltoxicmosssauce
‘Tis I! (Actually for once close to what I actually look like)
tagging: @neoneone0 @creepy--claws @dollyname @mmmassacre @starry-eyed-darling @ anyone I’m forgetting or who wants to join
[● It me
THE HAT'S GOING THROUGH MY HAIR </3
@gyarari-inu-udon @mayhamster @bananaterracotta-pie @whatkindname ]
Here's me
@quinngefail @glasscffin @cas-is-queer
MEESA
Ty for tagging HSKS
@emilightniing I'm tagging you ofc but if anyone else wants to do this, go for it ‼️
yeah that’s pretty accurate (other than my hair is actually silver)
@toogaytofunctiondangit ~ @iwmflbb ~ @bondwithme-murderstyle ~ @heif ~ @ringa-starr ~ and anyone and everyone else :)))
I'm a little larger IRL but otherwise it's pretty accurate.
No pressure tags <3 @morganas-pendragons @durrtydawg
I'll keep calling him "My baby✨️🫣" every time I see him on screen 👉👈
I Fiori Del Male - John Brannox (The New Pope) x Reader [Smut]
Synopsis: Scandal is trivial when it comes to Catholic factions, as long as it’s well hidden. You, a nude model, and the High Priest of England are forced to put that to the test during one last night of passion, when Papacy looms.
Notes: Once again my love of old men is my downfall. I watched the show for Manson, and ended up really liking John Malkovich’s character as well. He’s just so sweet and charming! So here’s a sporadic one shot I really enjoyed writing.
Gif belongs to lousolversons!
Your robe trails behind you along the marble floors of the manor. It’s the middle of the night, and you knew he’d be waiting for you when you arrived on the grounds.
“You’re early,” John says, smiling. You shut the door quietly, walking over to the bed and discarding your robe. The older man is sitting, contented, by his fireplace, harp resting comfortably in his lap.
“I got here just when I intended to,” you reply, and he pauses his playing of the harp to admire your body. He turns back to face the far wall.
“You’ve heard the news, I take it.”
You take a breath. You hadn’t expected him to bring that up before joining you in bed… it took a toll on the expected activities of the night. “Yes. I’ve heard.” He plucks a couple of the strings on the harp, and you realize you’ve closed the conversation too early. “When do you leave?”
“Tomorrow.” That, you weren’t expecting. John glances over, eyebrows raising a little at your reaction. “You’re upset.”
“I’m surprised,” you correct, though you can’t ignore the tugging feeling you have in your stomach. John stands, abandoning his instrument, and walks leisurely over to the bed in his purple velvet dressing gown. A small smile appears on his lips.
“You’re upset.” Before you can search your brain for any excuse or assurance that you were, in fact, unaffected, he puts his hands on your shoulders. “I’m upset as well.”
Afficher davantage
Requested by @morganas-pendragons
The elves reacting to the different types of kisses (forehead, cheek, jaw, wrist elven ear, nose, shoulder, lips...)
Celebrimbor version below. enjoy Gurlie as you love Celebrimbor 😉❤️🔥🫶✨ (I’m still working on Gil-galad one)
I was craving for it, thank you🫶🩷
Favorite facial expressions 8/¥
kinktober #3
Strangelove
kinktober day three | restraints, bratting (if you squint, he's very polite) | cw: 18+, sub!Gil, service dom!gender neutral! Reader, inappropriate use of Elvish rope, mouthy princess gil, oral sex (m receiving), safe sane and consensual | word count 4,1k | author's note under the cut | click here for the full kinktober list |
Listen, if Saw VI director Kevin Greutert didn’t want me to fantasise about being pinned to a wall and penetrated by Detective Lieutenant Mark Hoffman then he shouldn’t have shot this scene.
But he did. And it’s hot.