#﹕─┈ roro’s drabbles

[wintfleur]

ꔫ victory kisses

°. — pairings ( Quinn Hughes x female! Reader )

°. — summary ( you stay up to wait for your boyfriend after he wins a game )

°. — details ( g; fluff. w; kissing, one swear word. wc; 1.4K )

˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( I watched the game against the kraken’s and I just knew I had to write a fic for my bby Quinn. This is my first NHL fic for this account and I’m super excited to continue writing nhl fics. For the sake of the fic just pretend the game was a home game for the canucks, please don’t be a silent reader! I hope you guys enjoy it! )

You were peacefully curled up on your couch, your pajama clad body covered in a fluffy gray blanket. You tiredly rest your head on one of the festive throw pillows you had picked out at target a few weeks ago, as you mindlessly scroll through channels on the tv. Trying to find something to watch that would entertain you and keep you awake as you wait for your boyfriend to get back from the Hockey arena. 

Your sweet boyfriend didn't mind if he came home to you sleeping after one of his late games, he always found the sight adorable and he would do his best to quickly get ready for bed so he could join you. But this time you wanted to stay up, they had won, and it was a win they had desperately needed. You finally choose a random channel that was showing a Christmas movie you haven't seen in years. You glance at your Christmas tree that was in the corner of your living room, the multi-color lights, lighting up the dark living room beautifully. 

You and Quinn had decorated the apartment a few days ago, it was a wonderful day filled with hot chocolate, many giggles and tons of soft kisses. A smile coming to your lips just at the thought. Spending time with Quinn, tucked up in your guy's apartment was your favorite. You're brought out of your sweet thoughts of your boyfriend at the feeling of something vibrating near your thigh. You blindly move your hand around on top of the blankets to find your phone, a small sigh of relief leaves your lips when you finally grab onto it. 

Your phone lights up when you lift it, and you're welcomed by your wallpaper (that was of Quinn who had a small smile on his lips as he held your nephew in his arms) and a notification from your boyfriend. Your phone unlocks from face ID, and you eagerly press on your messages. 

quinny 🧸🫶🏻: In the elevator. 

You smile and don't bother answering knowing that he would be walking through the door in a matter of moments, you just give the message a heart and shut your phone off, leaning forward to set it on the coffee table next to your bag of sweets. You didn't hear the familiar sound of the door unlocking, but you heard the sound of Quinn dropping his bag on the floor and the sound of his footsteps coming towards you. 

You lift your head up from the pillow and tuck the blanket under your chin so you can smile up at your boyfriend. The tired look on Quinn's face quickly changes to a small smile at the sight of his girlfriend all curled up in the blanket that he got her, he could see the tiredness in her eyes and his heart filled with warmth at the fact that she stayed up for him. 

“Hi pretty girl” Quinn spoke softly as he sat down on the couch after you lifted your legs to give him space, a sigh of relief as he felt his body melt into the comfy couch. You move to sit up on your knees, most of the blanket slipping off the couch. He had a tired smile on his lips, but you could see his happiness in his eyes, Quinn deserves too always be happy. You loved seeing him happy. “Hi baby, congrats you did so good” 

“Thank you” he muttered shyly, a blush decorating his cheeks at your words. The two of you have been dating for over 3 years and he still would get all shy at your pet names and how sweet you were. He watched as your eyes lit up, and your pretty lips opened as you started to go on a rant about how the game went. His smile turns to a grin, he loves seeing you so passionate about his games. It reminded him how perfect you were for him. 

His eyes focused on your lips and before he could stop himself, he was leaning towards you and taking your lips into his in a soft kiss. You let out a hum of surprise, but you close your eyes and eagerly kiss him back, your lips moving together slowly. Quinn poured all his love into that kiss, and you could feel it. You only pull away to catch your breath, you feel Quinn's pants against your lips as you open your eyes to look into his. Both of you are out of breath from that passionate kiss. You whisper, “What was that for.” 

“I just love you so much” He whispered back as he brought his hand up to move some of your hair out of your face, he felt your cheeks move up into a smile against his hand. You turn your head to place a small kiss on the palm of his hand before you lean your face against his palm, your eyes not leaving his as you whispered with a smile “I love you.” 

“C’mere pretty” He muttered as he motioned to his lap with his eyes, he wanted to feel you in his arms. You hesitated for a second, you had seen the hard hit he had gotten during the game, and you didn't want to hurt him in any way, but you saw the pleading look he gave you and you couldn't say no to him. You slowly moved your body, moving out of the blanket and straddling your boyfriend's thighs. 

Quinn dropped one of his hands to your thigh, while the other wrapped around your waist, pulling you down to lay on his chest, the warmth coming from your body comforting him in ways that no one else could. You laid against his chest, your head laying on his shoulder while one of your arms came up to play with the hair on his nape. Quinn lets out a hum, letting you know to keep going, his eyes shutting at the feeling. Your eyes raked over his side profile; you were so lucky to have a man like Quinn by your side always. 

“How are you feeling? That hit looked bad” you spoke softly, your eyes not leaving his face. The hand that was playing with his hair moves to gently cup his cheek, the pad of your thumb caressing the soft skin of his red cheeks. Quinn’s eyes open at his words and he tilts his head to lock eyes with you, he could see the worry in your eyes, he didn't like to see you worry. You whisper with a frown “It scared me.” 

“I’m okay lovely” He spoke in a reassuring tone. As soon as he sat back down on the bench after the hit, his mind immediately went to you, he knew you would be at home watching. He hated knowing that you saw him in pain like that, he hated making you worry. He knows how much you hated the violence of the sport, always covering your eyes or looking away whenever him or one of his brothers got hit. You hated seeing the people you loved in pain. 

You raised your eyebrow in questioning, you don't think Quinn would lie to you, but you knew he would try to make you feel better. “You promise?” 

“I promise” He promised, and his words were true. He was a little sore, but he would be fine especially because he had you in his arms. He smiled as he watched that from on your face turn to another smile, you leaned up and placed a soft kiss on his jaw before whispering in his ear, your tone teasing. “Wanna get to bed? you need your rest from totally kicking the kraken’s asses.” 

“In a little” He spoke between his laughter, his smile was wide, you never failed to make him laugh.  He brought you closer to him and his grip tightened on you. After he stopped laughing, he placed a long kiss on your forehead, your eyes shutting at the feeling. He whispered in your ear “I don't wanna let go of you yet.” 

“Never let go” you spoke sternly, your tone still sweet. You snuggled closer to him, your nose brushing against the skin of his neck. You never wanted him to let go; you wished you could stay in that moment forever. Cuddled up in your boyfriend's arms on the comfy couch, your apartment covered in Christmas decorations. Your home filled with warmth and love. 

“Never” 

˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( IM ACTUALLY SCREAMING AND CRYING, I LOVE SOFT QUINN SO MUCH OMG. also please feel free to send in requests, I would love to write more nhl fics! )

[nuemanfilms]

S.W MASTERLIST || BY RORO <3

— all of these belong to NuemanFilms (me), do not copy, plagiarize, repost, or claim as your own to any other platform! Reblogs, comments, suggestions and interactions are appreciated. These contain all of my works for Sam Winchester (Supernatural - 2005-2020) ♡

Drabbles ★ —

Sam punishing fem!reader for interrupting his research [nsfw]

Soulless!Sam x Bbf!Fem!Reader after Dean and Castiel leave the motel for a case [nsfw]

Sub!Sam x Dom!Fem!reader w/ thigh humping, praise, etc. [nsfw]

Somno w/Sam and fem!reader [nsfw]

Soulless!Sam and his insnae degrading kink [nsfw and fem!reader]

Size kink and breeding kink req! Fem!reader. [nsfw]

M!masturbation w/Sam. Mentions of Fem!reader. [nsfw]

Sub!Sam w/pillow riding. Fem!Reader [nsfw]

Sam teasing w/breeding Fem!Reader. [nsfw]

Based on 4.09, fem!reader [nsfw]

Your first handjob w/Sam. Fem!reader. [nsfw]

Unprotected for the first time w/Fem!reader [nsfw]

Semi-public sex w/Fem!reader [nsfw]

Mommy kink (Sub!Sam) w/Fem!reader [nsfw]

Fem!reader first handjob w/ sam’s size [nsfw]

Priest!Sam w/oral & Fem!reader [nsfw]

Whiny!Sub!Sam w/ Fem!reader [nsfw]

Sub!Sam coming home after a hunt all needy w/Fem!reader [nsfw]

Desperate sex w/Fem!reader [nsfw]

Riding Sam w/fem!reader [nsfw]

Helping Sam finish after catching him w/fem!reader [nsfw]

sam and fem!reader having sex with dean in the same room [nsfw]

Overstimulation w/oral and Fem!reader [nsfw]

virgin!innocent!fem losing her oral virginity to sam [nsfw]

bimbo!reader w/riding [nsfw]

stanford!pervy!sam with fem!readers panties [nsfw]

dry orgasm w/sam [nsfw]

somno [nsfw]

Oneshots/Lengthy drabbles ★ —

Puppy Play w/Fem!reader [nsfw]

Needy!Sam, where Fem!reader makes him show her how he gets off without her there [nsfw]

s4!sam and fem!reader w/ cheating on dean, etc. [nsfw]

Sub!Sam and cockdrunk!fem!reader W/oral [nsfw]

Based on 3.10 with a twist w/Fem!reader [nsfw]

Age gap/brother’s friend & fem!reader [nsfw]

when Sam and Dean are stumped on a case, Dean dials your number for help despite knowing how things ended between you and Sam. Atleast you both didn’t have any hard feelings w/fem!reader [nsfw]

Sub!Sam where Fem!reader teases him for humping her leg to get off [nsfw]

You and Sam don’t exactly have a balanced sex life due to your hunting lives, but you can make arrangements w/fem!reader [nsfw]

Demon!Fem!reader taunts Sam to the point where they can’t resist eachother anymore [nsfw]

Sam & Dean seem to have a girl who just can’t get enough of them both w/fem!reader [nsfw]

Dean and his teasing about Sam and Bimbo!Fem!reader’s constant sex drive proves itself to be right. Win for the older Winchester. [nsfw]

Soulless!Sam has been eying fem!reader for a while, his advances haven’t gone unnoticed. You finally can’t help it anymore after you believe he’ll be out for the night on a case with Dean. [nsfw]

Unresolved tension that Sam and Fem!Reader are constantly teased for by the older Winchester finally gets resolved when Sam manages to have a wet dream while sharing a bed with her. [nsfw]

He’s never felt like this, he’s never been on this rush before. But now that he is, he can’t stop. He’s never been so high on lust before, and now that you’re right in front of him, how can he resist? w/fem!reader [nsfw]

Fem!reader loses her virginity to cowboy!Sam (cowboy!au) [nsfw]

Fem!reader lets Sam fuck her throat (pwp) [nsfw]

demon!fem!reader using sam for her own pleasure [nsfw + req.]

Sam Wesson x fem!reader, everything feels so familiar. [nsfw]

harvelle!reader, a little push is what Sam needs. [nsfw]

teen!sam wants more. [nsfw]

You weren’t his, but it didn’t stop him, did it? [nsfw]

stanford!sam, he’s tense and needs a distraction [nsfw]

movie night (req) [nsfw]

sex pollen w/ virgin!reader [nsfw]

Headcanons ★ —

Life with Sam as your bf (could be read as gn!reader) [sfw]

Angel!reader x Sam (could be read as gn!reader) [sfw]

[mommytauriel]

- Finan absolutely loves when you mock his accent, he can’t help but laugh at how cute you are when you try to copy how he talks. Loves helping you train, he’s made it clear that he’s the only one you should go to for help with that; he uses it as an excuse to keep you close and tease you. You never have to worry about feeling as if he doesn’t listen to you, because every word you say he’s listening intently to you. You have hobbies? Now he has hobbies to! He’s very clingy, but understands when you need space of you own. Early mornings with you are his favorite, wether it’s staying in bed snuggling, going on a early walk or making breakfast together (well trying to make breakfast) he loves it all. When you join him out with the others at a ale house, he’s always touching you, a arm around your waist, a hand on your thigh or you just sitting on his lap. He wants others to know that your his. He’s not against breaking a guys arm if they try something with you. He loves your laugh, he’s always cracking jokes so he could hear your laugh. He can’t fall asleep unless you do first, he needs to make sure you are safe and comfortable before he can rest, and the nights he’s away from you he falls asleep thinking about you. He doesn’t shave his beard because he loves the feeling of your hands on his jaw when you guys kiss, or the giggle you let out when it tickles you when you guys kiss.

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[fire-lizard-ro]

Y’all I apologize I was supposed to be writing puppyboy Gepard pt. 2 but this happened-

CW: angst, hurt no comfort, character death, generally sad stuff, (AAAAAAAA- *screaming*)

Technically reader is gn? I wrote this to my friendo as a generalized idea, sorta-

[roomiganzoomigan]

Center of Gravity

Rody and Izuku finally have time for a short vacation together. Eventually, though, they have to say goodbye.

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Roomigan Zoomigan's 2023 Advent Calendar series

1. Preamble | Izuku/Shigaraki

2. Taste of Tea | Harry/Luna

3. Parchment in Hearthfire | Harry/Hermione

4. Stay | Izuku/Todoroki

5. End of the Earth | Izuku/Hitoshi

6. Bears are Good | Tanjirou/Giyuu

7. Alone Together | Tanjirou/Muichirou

8. Labors of Love | Izuku/Momo

9. Watercolor Surprise | Izuku & Dekusquad

10. Moment by Moment | Tanjirou/Kanao

11. Luminous | Tanjirou/Zenitsu

12. Vi Ses Senare | Harry/Draco

13. Worth | Harry/Voldemort

14. 3 AM | Izuku/Aizawa

15. Only the Best | Izuku/Uraraka

16. Code-Switch | Harry/Charlie

17. Side Eye | Izuku/Hawks

18. Moths and Wisteria | Tanjirou/Shinobu

19. Trinity | Harry/Luna/Fleur

20. | Tanjirou/Mitsuri

21. Center of Gravity | Izuku/Rody

[gadriezmannsgirl]

HII, i really really love your writing, could you something fluff and domestic (if that makes sense) with balde? like an after training afternoon or anything your up to! again love ur stories 🫶

my first time writing for Ale🌻 I did more of a drabble than a OS, sorry because this is too short😭 my week's been awful and I'm barely having time off but anywho- hope you like this!

After Training -A.B3

"¿Que tal ha sido el día?" (How was your day?) You asked as soon as his body hit the couch, his wet hair told you he had taken a shower and was comfy in his house clothes.

His hand gripped yours before putting it in his lap as he sighed "Tiring" He said before looking at you "Have you eaten anything yet?" You nod softly

"Was hoping to wait for you so we could est together but I was having headache and I didn't felt too good so I ate something" You say

"Are you good now?" He caressed your hair, playing with the strands. You smile nodding

"Yours is in the microwave, want me to heat it up for you?" He shook his head

"Not right now, princesa. I want some cuddles tho, can you help me with that?" You smiled before snuggling into his side

"Wanna watch Friends?"

"Maybe The Mandalorian?" You groan lightly

"I really don't understand it"

"I can explain it to you once again. I don't mind"

"What about if we see TopChef?" You ask "Melissa was in danger last week because of Mau's mistake and Roro won the challenge" You explain

"Yes! I wanna see how that goes, I hope Eurice gets eliminated this week"

"Don't be so mean, he did a good job on the fast food challenge"

"Not very good if he ended up going to the elimination challenge"

"It was a team challenge"

"I know it was! But he's kind of a dick, I would love to bring back Antonio and eliminate him"

"Well... yeah, you're right"

"I always am" He joked as you pinched his side

"Que eres muy tonto" (You're such a fool) Ale laughed before kissing your hairline

"Que yo también te quiero mucho, princesa" (I love you too, princess)

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Taglist: @gaviymarcsbride @stuckinaf4nfiction @elijahslover @azzpenswrld @http-isabela

[cevansbrat0007]

I'm obsessed with this series. I'm such a sucker for love that's given often and shown so freely. Andy and Reader are each other's world. I feel like they're the type of (one day) elderly couple who if one passes, the other is following right behind in a few days to months.

I can't wait to one day read a little drabble about them when they're old and retired, maybe having their kids and grandkids over for christmas and their kids' POV watching Andy and Reader sway and canoodle under a mistletoe.

At Last...

Summary: True love stories never end...

Warning: the following answer contains talk of death as well as celebrations of love and life. Read at your own risk. Takes place in my ongoing Growing Pains Series. __

Thank you. It makes me so happy that you've fallen in love with Growing Pains as well as Andy and Reader's love story. Those two are so incredibly and irrevocably devoted to one another - they really are each other's entire world.

If I'm being honest, I have thought about what the end of their time on this planet would look like. And Baby Girl always outlives Andy. Not just because she's a few years younger than him, but because there is just no other way.

He could never live without her. Not even for a month, or a couple of days. So, when the time comes and life finds him on his deathbed, they make a plan.

They're both such stubborn people, you know? So damned headstrong even up until the very end. Andrew Barber doesn't want to go.

Not yet.

But while his spirit remains young, his body is old. After all, fighting your way into your nineties is no easy feat. But he's also got four children right here in this realm to take care of, and an errant wife to look after who is just as much of a brat as she's always been.

And the doctors, well, they don't understand how he's made it so long. From everything indicated on his chart, he should've left this world days ago. But somehow Andrew Barber continues to defy the odds.

That stubborn ass ogre.

But he's also in pain. Even as he's fighting, refusing to give in. However, it's not sustainable. And Reader knows that her Big Man needs to rest. She spends every day by his bedside, rarely leaving for more than a few minutes at a time. It's been a few days since she's been able to catch a glimpse of his beautiful blue eyes, every once in a while, she's treated to a gentle squeeze of her hand.

Baby Girl knows her husband better than any other person on the planet. She knows that in order to leave her behind, even for just a little bit, she has to give him a purpose. So she crawls into bed with him, bad hip and all, and tells him her plan.

It's just between them - this task that she gives him.

She tells him to go on ahead and get their home ready - their dream home. And start decorating it the way he knows she'll like. She even promises not to get mad if the color schemes aren't quite right, because she'll just fix it all when she gets there.

Simple as that.

And while he's taking care of the house, the next thing she wants him to do is find Jacob. Wherever he is. Because she expects him to be at the dinner table sharing a meal with them for her first night in their new home.

And in return for doing all of that, she'll handle everything else with BiBi, KitCat, RoRo, and A.J. and all of their precious grandbabies. She swears that she will make sure that every single little detail is taken care of, and when it's all done...

She'll come find him. And when she does, they'll share a dance in their kitchen to the tune of their favorite song - At Last by Etta James. Baby Girl goes on to assure him that it will be the first of many.

Some time later that night, her sweet Andy Bear takes her up on her offer. But not before opening his eyes one last time to see her sleeping in the chair at his bedside. Now that makes him crack a smile.

Because in the last dream he had he could've sworn he told her fine ass to get to bed. A real bed. Not a chair.

His sweet, beautiful girl never fucking listens.

Reader knows when he leaves. She later describes it to their children as feeling his lips brush her skin, right behind her ear. His favorite place to kiss her.

She and the kids keep the actual ceremony small, but then they throw a party - a celebration of Andy's life. And after that, Reader spends the next two years making sure everything is in order.

Just like she promised.

Andy comes to her in her dreams every now and again. And in those dreams he always looks like he did when they first met - her handsome man.

And when it's finally her time, Reader passes on surrounded by their babies. But she tells them not to worry, because their father has been sitting by her bedside for the last few days. She knows they can't see him...

But she swears he's right there. And he's brought along Jacob. She tells her sweet babies that she's finally ready to join the love of her life. They even share a little laugh when she tells them how their father keeps pestering her all because she owes him a dance.

And when she takes her last breath, the sweet sound of Etta James is playing softly in the background. Bianca and her siblings sit there quietly for a few minutes after her passing holding hands and reveling in the fact that they know their Mama went home.

She's finally back in the arms of the man that she loves. They have no doubt that their Mama and Daddy are finally sharing that dance. And wouldn't you know it...

Somewhere in the great beyond, they were right. Their Mama made it home at last. And she left the light on for them too. Just like she told them she would.

[roroswitherose]

+ · 。 ꔫ NAVIGATION

ꔫ Hi l'm RORO she/her. nineteen~ intj

I write for pretty much any kpop group that I know!, My ults are nct, ateez and currently enhypen <3 (I like so many groups tbh)

I write series, scenarios/imagines, reactions, drabbles, timestamps, smau’s, AUs, pretty much anything. My writings are fem!reader no smut. suggestive is okay.

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[rinnysega]

Bubbles - A Gus x Ozzy Drabble

Gustavo hummed a familiar love song as he sat soaking in his new bathtub - the bubbles surrounding him like large, fluffy clouds.

Roto lay along the window sill, watching his master as his tail swished back and forth, head slightly turning at his odd mannerisms.

“Ahh…” Gustavo sank beneath the water and re-emerged soon after with his gray locks slicked back against his neck. He caught Roto’s stare and smiled at his cat as he pulled himself close to the rim of the tub. “Oh, wait til you see him, RoRo. He’s the sweetest man I’ve ever met. He’s got the dreamiest brown eyes, the softest dark skin, the most perfect smile and muscles so strong he could lift a house.”

“What are you doing?”

Gustavo turned around to see Ozzy coming in with a small stack of towels for the linen cubby.

“Are you pretending we’re strangers who just met again?”

Gustavo gave him a coy smile as he sank back into the bubbles. “Thats what this new tub does to me, Amor. It makes me feel so romantic like when we first met.”

Ozzy scratched Roto behind the ear and turned to him, his voice dropping low to match his mood.

“Well, you give me two seconds seeing you stand up and I’ll carry you out and remind you of another first time of ours.”

[milksnake-tea]

taboo.

"I'm addicted to you, don't you know that you're toxic?"

rollo flamme x gn!reader

contains: spoilers for twst's new event (kinda?), rollo (/j), tension, implied enemies to lovers, pining, mention of alcohol (no one is drinking, it's figurative language),

word count: 1k+

note: dedicated to @crysangria as compensation for him actually sleeping 💀💀 no banner because rollo doesn't deserve one <33 (/j, i'll make him one if he's popular enough)

i cant believe im reviving for yassified claude frollo of all people

edit: yall im crying but i should probably say that this was written pre-genocide rollo HAHSHS

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You were, without a doubt, the worst person to walk the earth.

Heaven knows how you managed to find your way to Noble Bell, and only the Lord could tell how you hadn’t been kicked out yet. You were the opposite of what the college stood for. When students brooded, you joked. When authority put its foot down, you laughed - that stupid, stupid laugh of yours that tormented Rollo’s mind like the plague.

You were worse than that Malleus Draconia. You were a witch, a threat.

“Man, you look pissed.”

Rollo glared at you, unamused as you waltzed into his office as though you owned the place. Honestly, he has no idea where you get that confidence of yours. You’ve always been this way, from the moment you stepped into Noble Bell as a freshman and still during your third year, practically radiating with an ego.

“What do you want now?” he asked harshly, sparing you from the lecture this time.

You smiled mockingly, raising your hands in faux surrender. “Easy now, Prez. I don’t want to be here either.”

Then why do you come by so often? The question is buried in the back of Rollo’s mind, a lingering curiosity that he refuses to acknowledge. Instead, he opts for a colder approach, tearing his eyes away from your smirk and to the papers you waved around carelessly.

“Headmaster sent them.” You slap the papers down on his desk, ignoring whatever paperwork he was already doing. Rollo glowers at you, but once again, bites his tongue. “It’s the list for the students attending next week’s masquerade.”

“I can see that,” Rollo muttered, having the audacity to roll his eyes. You scoff.

“Well, I’m sorry for trying to help.”

“Right.” Rollo straightened out the papers, his lip curling as he read the name at the top of the list. Night Raven College, the school of Malleus Draconia. Right, that was another headache that was approaching… Although Draconia would surely prove to be interesting- one way or another.

“Damn, how’d they get Draconia on there? I heard the guy basically lives in his dormitory.”

Rollo nearly screams as you speak right next to his ear, draping yourself over his chair to peer over his shoulder at the list. You reach over him, tracing the names of each person attending and muttering to yourself under your breath. It’s one of the few moments where you’re serious - for as unorthodox as you could be, even you had your dignity when it came to not embarrassing yourself in front of the headmaster.

Meanwhile, Rollo is split - torn between logic and emotion.

He wants to snap at you, to scold you for invading his personal space without asking. He wants to shove you off his chair and dismiss you from his office. He wants to treat you like he would any other student who dared to blatantly disrespect his authority like this, to remind you of just who he was.

But he doesn’t.

Instead, his body betrays him. He shivers at your voice, your breath grazing just the shell of his ear, burning it a bright red. Your presence at his shoulder is somehow comforting, despite how desperately he wishes it wasn’t. Something is clamping down on his chest, a lead weight that restricts his airflow as he struggles to breathe.

This is the power you held over him, and he was damn sure you knew it.

“Are you even listening to me?” Your annoyed tone snaps him out of his stupor. Rollo looks like a deer caught in headlights, but he quickly composes himself (praying that you didn’t notice).

“I doubt you have anything to say that’s worth listening to.” His voice is detached and blunt, and yet he practically forces out the reply. Your eyes narrow, and he freezes as he meets your glare.

Your eyes are captivating, a swirling inferno of anger that he can’t help but find intoxicating. Somewhere in the back of his befuddled mind, he is afraid, but like a moth to a flame, he can’t look away. It’s a taboo beauty that he can’t help but indulge himself, if just for a moment.

“What did you just say?” you say slowly, the suppressed anger in your voice igniting something alien within him. Rollo swallows thickly.

“...You heard me.” The reply is small, almost fearful, but he manages to stand his ground. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

“God, you’re so full of yourself,” you scoff, rolling your eyes.

“And you’re insufferable,” Rollo murmurs, almost as though he was trying to convince himself. You snorted, leaning in until your noses brushed.

“You like me insufferable.” Your voice is barely above a whisper, and yet it’s enough to steal Rollo’s own.

He knows you’re right. He knows it as a concrete fact, despite his efforts to deny it. He knows, but God, does he hate it. He hates the way his heart betrays him, tapping away like a deranged dancer in his chest. He hates how badly he wants to agree, how brightly burned he is, but he loves it. 

He's addicted to your fire, a divine yet forbidden liquor that's always just out of reach.

Rollo's mouth gapes open like a fish, mouthing nonsensical words that even he finds to be nonsense. Only you can do this to him, to rid him of his words, to leave him speechless before you like a fool.

And yet, as he stares into hellfire itself, he still somehow finds himself indignant.

"Don't flatter yourself," he finally mutters, hastily jerking his flushed face away from yours. He hears you laugh, a sound that's sure to replay in his head for the next few hours- no, days.

You straighten off of his chair, that infuriating smile still etched onto your lips. He wonders how they'd feel against his own.

“Whatever you say, Prez,” you say easily, as if nothing had happened. Rollo wishes he could do the same, but alas, you’ve been given front-row seats to his turmoil. He can practically hear the condescension in your eyes when he sees your knowing look.

“Get out,” he snaps, pinching his nose as you snicker. “Now.”

[wintfleur]

ꔫ jealous woman?!

°. — pairings ( Oscar piastri x drunk female! reader )

°. — summary ( calling your drunk girlfriend jealous = tears )

°. — details ( g; fluff, humor? w; drunk reader. wc; 561 )

˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( I have no idea what this is tbh, I wrote it in like 30 minutes after I watched a tiktok. I hope you guys enjoyed this! I actually had fun writing it I also wanted to say how proud I am of Oscar in his rookie year! He did so good! )

“You were talking to her! And you were smiling!” you shouted, your words coming out a little slurred from all the alcohol you had throughout the night. You had your arms crossed and you did your best to glare at your boyfriend who was standing across from you in the living room of your shared apartment. But it was more adorable than angry. 

“I was being polite! She was asking for suggestions on taxis to get her and her girlfriend home” Oscar voiced loudly, emphasizing the girlfriend part. He had tried to stay calm but after a whole Uber ride home of the silent treatment it was finally getting to him, he had to remind himself that his adorable girlfriend was very much drunk. 

The two of you had been out at the club with a few friends, and you were dancing when you noticed your boyfriend talking to another girl, you didn’t like how close she stood to him or the way he was smiling. Now the two of you stood in your living room, you dressed in some Pj pants and one of his shirts and Oscar was still wearing the clothes he wore out, he was too focused on defusing the situation to change. 

“She stood too close to you, and you didn’t even care” you said much quieter, your throat hurting from shouting and all the screaming along to the lyrics you did at the club. Your drunk mind started to play tricks on you, and you started to tear up the more you thought about the situation. 

“You’re the most jealous woman I know!” Oscar shouted as he threw his hands up before resting them on hips, he wasn’t upset with you he was just tired and in shock at what was going on. How did he get himself in this situation? Oscar clearly didn’t notice your watery eyes because if he did, he would have never raised his voice or said those words. 

“You know other women?” Your voice came out small and pitiful, tears slowly rolled down your face and your arms fell at your sides. Oscar’s shoulders sunk and he sighed, his poor girl was too drunk to fully understand what was happening. He stepped towards you and was quick to pull you into his arms for a hug “Awe baby.” 

“Pretty, you are the only woman for me” he speaks sweetly, holding you close to his chest. Knowing that the only way to calm you down was having you close and safe in his arms. His reassuring words let you melt into his arms, tightly holding onto his waist while he hugs your shoulders. 

“Promise?” You sniffled, your voice coming out muffled, but Oscar heard you clearly. Your eyes closed, you felt so tired all of a sudden and the warmth from Oscar was not helping you stay awake. 

“I promise pretty” he promises as he rubs your back softly with a smile on his lips. You tilt your head up to look at him, your chin resting on his chest. Oscar smiles and softly pecks your nose before pecking your lips, his thumbs softly wiping away any tears that were still on your pretty face. He spoke quietly, seeing the tiredness in your eyes.

 “Now let’s go to the bathroom, you forgot to take your makeup off on your left side.” 

°. — taglist ( @iloveyou3000morgan @copper-boom )

[nuemanfilms]

UNEXPECTED || S.W

— He didn’t mean to be a pervert, that's not what he wanted to be, or what he thought he was.

Summary; It’d been four months since Sam was introduced to you as his roommate. In the span of those four months, he was starting to develop feelings. Maybe next time you should close your pantie drawer after you go out.

Content Warnings; Sam’s POV, m!masturbation, obsessive lustful behavior, mentions of teasing, Fem!reader is a sorority girl, pervert!sam, panty stealing, sam’s desires are mentioned, brief mentions of Sam’s time at Stanford.

A/N; Stanford!Pervy!Sam my beloved, just a little drabble, 500+

xoxo, roro <3

After you and your friends left to go to some sorority party, Sam was alone in the dorm.

He’d been roommates with you for four months. It was unexpected, he was settled in the dorm before a knock on the door came and there you were standing there. His first thought was probably how fucking gorgeous you were, his second thought was why did no one tell him he was having a roommate?

You’d distracted him all these months, despite the Winchester keeping his grades up, his eyes still trained on you everytime you walked in that classroom with the shortest skirt on. The frat boys to the playboys all had eyes for you, yet he somehow managed to gain your attention.

You’d been friends since then, he was surprised when you chose your assigned seat next to his for the rest of the year. All of your friends were on the other side of the classroom, but you made no move to switch seats through those months.

Sam eventually found himself gaining a crush on you.

He didn’t mean to be a pervert, that's not what he wanted to be, or what he thought he was. But it seemed like you were always teasing him by bending down in front of him or wearing those skirts knowing how much he liked them. God, the way you bit your lip when he was talking about his major in law. How he would explain his take on criminal justice and the law enforcement system. Your eyes always trained on his, and you always paid so close attention to each word spilling past his lips.

Now that you were gone, the ache in his boxers seemed to strain even more. He was alone. In your shared dorm, with your items. The outfit you wore when you went out the door lingered in his head. He remembered how he could see the tiniest bit of lace from your bra hanging on your shoulder. He wanted to be the one to rip it to shreds. He wanted to be the one to ruin those pretty panties of yours.

God, why did you always leave your dresser open?

He was unzipping his jeans, he’d removed his belt when he got back from a class with you since his jeans felt way too tight. The white lace was laid beside him on his bed.

He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth as he finally freed his length from its confines. Without hesitation this time, he wrapped your panties around his cock, his hand holding it in place as he began to thrust his hips up.

He’d never been this worked up in his life. Even watching those stupid pornos that Dean snuck home, he’d never gotten this fucking hard before. It was painful.

Precum dribbled from his tip that he soon collected with his thumb when the mental image of you came flooding back in his brain. Just using your panties had him on the verge of cumming. He wanted more, he needed more. But this would do for now.

His bangs were messy and stuck to his forehead from the sweat. Each time the lace came in contact with his tip, he let out a whimper. It felt so fucking good, he could only dream of how your pussy would feel wrapped around him.

His hand jerked faster, his mouth going agape as he felt himself edging closer. He didn’t bother in covering his moans. No one was here anyways.

Those pretty, pink lips that were coated with strawberry lip gloss haunted his thoughts, how he desired to see the tint smeared around his shaft. Watching the tears roll down your cheeks as he fucked himself into your throat. God, he craved to see the mascara smudged underneath your eyes.

He wanted to see his cum painting your face. He wanted to see you stick your tongue out as he came down your throat.

He let out a pathetic whine as the thick, white spurts coated his abdomen and the now ruined lace wrapped around his hand. His breaths were heavy. Yet lust still beamed in his eyes.

He was down bad.

[mommytauriel]

+ · 。 ꔫ ROROS RULES/GUIDELINES

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[whereistherhy]

Despite all of these supposed peacekeepers and guardsmen, there’s only one person that’s been able to even put a dent in him, but they proved to be little more than a speed-bump. The other that challenged him didn’t even come close.

He’d been busy tracking his foe, not really focusing on his surroundings, when he’d received a surprisingly heavy strike to the side of the head, enough to make him stumble and have to catch himself. Ducking under another strike and blocking another, some sort of avian monster was engaging him with a moderate level of skill, their arms pulsing with a strong purple energy. Their blows hurt more than just surface level, but not enough to keep him on the defensive. Grabbing their heavy staff, he delivers a mighty kick, which they dodge artfully, swinging a fist towards his chin. It connects, and Echoes is officially pissed off, stumbling back and yanking their staff from their hands. Delivering a nasty blow to their chest, he cranks the staff back as if he was swinging a golf-club.

“Goodbye, pest.”

He lets fly the blow, cracking them under their beak with it and sending them flying back with ridiculous force. He then tosses their staff in the same general direction, disposing of it like a chopstick before continuing on his way.

[sunrisung]

A Little Braver (Felix×Reader)

↠Genre: soulmate!au, angst + fluff

↠Word count: 2.2k

↠Requested: no

↠Warnings: stress mentioning ; trauma

↠A/N: I'm officially ready to repost all my writing. Uhhh it's going to take long~

Days were getting too hard for you. You often found yourself crying in the middle of the night, everything around you being just too overwhelming for your tired mind. You couldn't sleep, nor focus on studying. Panic took all over your body as the exams were so close, yet you couldn't concentrate on anything, soft headaches turning into unbearable migraines. And, as if all this pain wasn't enough, you glanced at others' wrists, mesmerized by the words inked on their skin. In the back of your mind, you couldn't help but wonder what it felt like to wait for your soulmate.

It was quite calming to stare at the ceiling and imagine yourself meeting your soulmate. But one thing broke your heart into thousands of pieces. On every wrist you could see the first words their soulmates were going to say when they first met each other. The idea was fascinating, but glancing at your own empty wrist only managed to send you on verge of tears. Your skin was completely clear, no sign of even erased ink. You often thought, "Maybe I was just born without a soulmate, maybe I don't deserve to be loved", which only added to the riot already existent in your mind that drove you insane.

You peeped at the clock on your wall, reading almost 2 am. You sighed, turning back to your book, planning on studying until those three cups of coffee lost their effect. You were entirely engrossed in the pages when you suddenly jumped in your seat, your eyes immediately widening at the phone which went off.

"Yah, Jeongin, why aren't you slee-"

"Y/N, I found my soulmate!"

Your heart sank, but a small smile hid your sudden burst of sadness. You wanted to be happy for the lad, you wanted to stop thinking about fate turning its back to you, you wanted to be as supportive as you could. But your voice felt weak, your neck felt like being gripped by two strong hands. You bit your lips, faking a sweet voice for your best friend.

"Ah, Jeonginie~ But what were you doing in the middle of the night?"

"I was hungry," you heard the boy chuckle on the other side of the call, "I went to the nearest convenience store to buy food and boom!"

You could already imagine his bright face, giggles escaping between his lips as his braces shone in the light of his own room. You sighed, making sure Jeongin wouldn't hear it, mentally feeling relieved it was only a call and the boy couldn't see your face.

"Come on, baby boy, go to sleep", you chirped in the sweetest way, "You need energy for your date tomorrow."

"I'm not a baby boy! You're only a month older than me!" the younger protested, turning your slight frown into a smile. Jeongin was too precious for this world, you had to admit it. But, despite of being the childish boy he is, he still managed to meet the one destined for him.

After hanging up, tears made their way on your cheeks, stinging your eyes and blurring your vision. Your hands reached your face, harshly wiping the skin, not being able to bear another break down. You cursed under your breath as you accidentally smudged your notes with your wet hands, sitting up from your seat and sprinting to the bathroom. You washed your face, rubbing at the tear stains, hoping they'll never get on your face ever again.

It felt exhausting. You tried to focus on everything but only managed to mess up. You were a mess yourself, crying yourself to sleep, being late to school due to your sleeping difficulties, trying to keep up with studying. You brushed off your thoughts, snuggling under your blanket. You stared at the ceiling, then closed your eyes. It became a habit for you to start imagining a situation where you were the main character, until you eventually fell asleep. It felt like someone reading fairy tales for you, but this way you were living your own dreams. You sighed, your body relaxing under the warmth of the blanket.

You woke up to the sound of pots and and pans banging together, groaning at the sudden noise. You threw your blanket over your head, only for the noise to become louder. A voice screeched near your bed, making you regret every choice in your life. Or maybe regret giving away your password to your best friend.

"Yang Jeongin, you have five seconds to get out of my house, or else I'll rip your neck off", you spat, making the boy giggle even harder. He dropped the pots on your desk, running out of your room while shouting "Noona is going to be late for school!".

You furrowed your brows, glancing at the clock on the wall and jumped out of your bed when seeing how late it was. You only had six minutes to get ready, yet that little prick woke you up just now. You threw on the most random clothes, put the pots back in the kitchen and dashed out of the house, your hair getting all over the place from the wind. Your life couldn't get any better.

》》

"My baby boy had his first kiss?" you screeched at your best friend, noticing the tips of his ears turn a deep shade of pink while stuttering a small "Yes". You threw your hands around his body, nearly crushing his bones from the tight grip.

"Y/N", he blurted out. You pulled back, looking at his face only to see him giving a sweet smile. "Don't worry, I'm more than sure fate prepared a surprise for you."

"Well, being born without a soulmate really was a surprise for me, I have to admit it-"

"Y/N!" the younger shouted. "That's not what I meant!"

"I know, YangYang, but that's the truth."

"It is not! I promise you!"

You smiled sheepishly at the lad, pulling him in another hug just for the sake of it. You hoped he didn't feel his shoulder getting tear stained, but from his caring movements on your back, you could tell he's already noticed.

"Let's focus on our exams, one of them is tomorrow, remember?" I mumbled and the younger nodded his head. The bell soon rang and we parted ways, each of us going to our own class.

You almost fell asleep while walking. All you wanted to do right now was fly to your house and land exactly in your bed, under that comfy blanket and between those fluffy pillows. But considering that tomorrow was exam day, you couldn't rest. You needed to study even more, but you needed energy for that.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N, I can't come with you. I have the dentist appointment", Jeongin kindly rejected you and you face-palmed, remembering that Tuesday was his "doctor day", as he liked to call it. Great, you had to go to the café by yourself and fuel your energy all alone. Again, your life couldn't get better than that.

You pushed the door open, revealing a huge crowd waiting for their orders, as well as all the tables occupied. 'House of Runaways' was your favourite café of all the time, it was your second home, but seeing it so crowded made you regret it was the only café you knew in the entire town. You made your way in the queue, battling with the sleep that dared to sprinkle itself over your eyes.

You eventually reached the counter, ordering two coffees. After taking them, you glanced at the full room, sighing when seeing no empty seat. You were about to leave the small coffee shop when your eyes darted an empty seat by the window. There was only one thing which made your anxiety reach your brain: there was already another person on the other side of the table. You finally gave up, forgetting about your fear of talking to strangers, convincing yourself that you needed to be away from studying at least while enjoying your coffee. You ignored your racing heart and tapped the blond on the shoulder, gaining his attention as he put his headphones on the table.

"I-I'm sorry for disturbing you, ugh, what am I talking about, nevermind, by any chance, is this seat taken?" you blurted out, mentally wanting to die from the burst of words. Nice move, Y/N, the person is probably scared now.

Your heart felt at ease when the boy smiled, signaling you to take a seat in the empty place. You felt relieved, he was a good guy.

There was an awkward silence, and you could tell the blond boy wanted to say something. He hesitated, before finally sighing and lifting his sleeve up. Your eyes widened at the inked skin, revealing the mess of words used when asking for the empty seat. You couldn't help but smile, tears reaching your eyes as you admired his pure happiness that complimented his face. The small crinkle of his eyes, the soft curve of his lips, everything suited him. But then it hit you, your wrist. The emptiness of it confused you even more now.

The boy reached for your arm, lifting your sleeve as well to reveal your clear skin. You felt uncomfortable, but the thought vanished at the low chuckle of the other person. You eyed him curiously, finally gaining enough courage to ask him about this.

"Why is my wrist empty?"

The blond smiled again, remaining silent. He then shifted in his seat, opening a small notebook from his bag. You followed each of his movements, watching as he scribbled down something, before handing you the notebook.

'I'm mute.'

You froze in your spot, all the confusion finally making sense. You wanted to wipe the frown off his face, so you smiled, getting up from your seat to pull him into a hug. You felt his hands wrap around your waist, relaxing immediately at the body contact. He felt warm, he felt like home, he felt even better than you imagined while trying to fall asleep. You pulled away, hearing one of your favourite songs coming from the loud headphones on the table. You smiled, quietly singing the lyrics which fitted the situation perfectly.

'Well we met each other at the house of runaways, I remember it perfectly, we were running on honesty'

》》

Bonus:

You stopped in your tracks as your phone dinged, meaning that Felix sent you a message. Ever since you met him at 'House of Runaways', you couldn't stop bragging about him to Jeongin, who only smiled cheekily and told you "I knew it! But you didn't believe me!". You ended up staying up late that night while studying because you spent your day getting to know Felix. You were silently praying for his hands, they were probably exhausted from writing so many facts about himself.

You couldn't forget how your heart shattered at the story behind him being mute. He was only 9 when he was envolved in an accident which left him without parents. The shock was too big for him, he was just a child, and seeing his parents die right in front of him left him speechless forever. You often had to comfort him through the phone, you got used to him calling you in the middle of the night just to hear your voice after all those nightmares. It was enough to hear him sniffling, you were already crying with him on the other side of the call, while lulling him to sleep.

You opened your phone, closing your notebooks and postponed your homework for later.

Fe♡: Y/N~

You: Hm?

Fe♡: I think I'm a little braver now.

You: What do you mean? You've always been brave.

Fe♡: Not as brave as I am now. Open the door~~

You shook your head, preparing for whatever he got in his mind while opening the front door. There stood Lee Felix, the love of your life, holding a bouquet of your favourite flowers, a sheepish smile painting his face. You were about to laugh at the boy in front of you when you froze.

"I-I came t-to fin-finally say I-I lo-ove you, Y/N"

You took the flowers, dropping them on the nearest table, then threw him in the tightest hug you could give him at the moment. You snuggled your face closer to him, his husky voice ringing in your head as tears dared to escape your eyes. He overcame his trauma for 10 years now to confess to you, and you couldn't help but feel the best you've ever felt.

"I love you, too, Fe, you can't even believe how much I do", you mumbled, sobbing against his chest as he played with your hair. You felt something burn the skin around your wrist and pulled away from the embrace, frowning at the sudden discomfort. But the frown was replaced with a bright smile coming from the both of you.

There, on your empty wrist, black ink formed the playful shape of letters, finally being able to read your soulmate's first words he was going to tell you.

[paterna-ex-avias]

Made a Roro Drabble!

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Ulqi0XkgAfpCDdvLQcwymvNZO9PAGLTLtTuo9lhcNOA/edit?usp=sharing

(Trigger warning for gore)