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Could you do a first date hcs for Seth Rollins pls? ⭐️
First Date <3
Seth Rollins x Fem!Reader
Contents: Fluff, mentions of beer, the cute regular stuff ya know?
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-Seth & You are two very simple compatible people, The two of you met when you volunteered as makeup and hair help for the wwe ladies when they were short on makeup and hair artists, he would usually spend his free time in whatever room you were doing hair in just to wither watch you or chit chat & this eventually turned into attraction & you two both agreed on taking things very steady
-He didn’t want to immediately start of with a glitz and glamour for a 1st date because that is stressful to get ready for on the ladies part, you two are into the easy fun stuff & what is more fun that an in town carnival? Exactly.
-Seth is the type of guy to be very proud of being able to pull any kind of woman so he definitely proudly shows you off, holds your hand, wraps an arm around you, feeding you personally because why are you as the love of his life putting in work? Exactly stfu.
-If you got a snow cone that wasn’t the flavor you expected it to be and it genuinely tastes awful to you he is already switching cones, luckily for Seth he eats anything so he has no issue trading snacks
-Seth once made the mistake of bringing his beer onto the ferris wheel and once it started up it shook a little bit and it freaked him out and he ended spilling his beer all over his shirt so he had to walk around with a carnival bought t-shirt that was the most embarrassing thing wver
-When you two go on any of those carnival rides he holds you extremely close in the assumption you might get hurt & honestly, he would rather die in a gorilla pit than you get a singular scratch.
-He’s the type of guy to impress you with winning 10 dozens of stuffed animals at the carnival games instead of impressing you with the riches, every-time he wins a teddy bear he immediately gives it to you “I just won this thing are you in love with me yet or what” “yes baby I’m very much in love with you.”
-One mistake you do make though is play a competitive game with him, don’t do that, like ever, he is easily competitive and will make it a goal to win.
-He really likes fire work shows so when the event is closing up you two would sit in the back of his car in the trunk and watch the fireworks and just cuddle while he’s internally freaking out. He has the biggest crush on you if you haven’t already noticed.
-later in your guy’s relationship he hates secrets or having to keep a secret, Seth is a total blabber mouth so if he thinks he’s in trouble over anything he immediately runs to you or calls you in the middle of the night and starts word vomiting over the most stupidest thing he did “I just stood next too Liv Morgan & I was like omg her hair looks good what if the love of my life Y/N did it and i was staring at her hair for too long & She glared at me and now she probably thought I was being some weirdo fucking creep but I swear I wasn’t I WAS JUST TRYING TO OBSERVE WHETHER OR NOT YOU DID HER HAIR I’m sorr-“ “Seth, it’s 4 in the fucking morning GO TO SLEEP-“
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if you're still doing the art meme prompts....50. putting a hand over the other’s mouth to shut them up? i just adore how you draw these moments
Some unlucky apartment intruders oh-so-rudely interrupted a steamy moment between our two lovebirds
{art meme here ♡}
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5. …where it doesn’t hurt.
Oh what a tender choice, thank you for asking! Prompt taken from this; anyone can feel free to send other numbers in at any time.
Legolas was pacing. That was the first thing Gimli became aware of when he woke for the third time, his head finally clearing of the fuzziness of healing potions and injuries enough for him to focus properly on the world once more.
Legolas was pacing, which meant that he was worried.
The elf was almost never still, Wood-elves being apparently as prone to rustling as the leaves of their beloved trees, but it was a gentle, casual sort of motion, instinctive and subconscious. If called out on it, Legolas often evinced confusion, as if he had not even noticed the slight but unceasing motion of his lissome body.
Pacing, on the other hand...
Gimli tried to speak, and a groan emerged instead. Instantly, the elf was at his side.
"Gimli?"
The sound of that bright, cheerful voice drawn in to such a tight, tremulous trill of a word made Gimli's heart ache almost as much as his bones did right now. The sight of the elf poised on his heels beside Gimli's bed, his long fingers frozen halfway across the distance between them as though he was afraid of reaching closer; afraid of actually touching the dwarf, was even worse and the shadow of terror that flickered across his pale eyes was utterly unbearable.
Gimli forced himself up from the dregs of his drugged sleep and into enough consciousness to rasp, "I am well, Legolas."
It came out rougher than he intended, more of a hoarse croak than as actual words. He opened his mouth to try again and found the rim of a cool metal cup pressed to his lips instead.
"Drink," Legolas commanded.
It hurt, lifting his head enough to do so, even with strong elvish fingers supporting him from below, but Gimli forced himself to swallow the cold, mint-laced water. He flopped back to his pillows after a few gulps and cleared his throat. The results were pleasantly akin to a rumble of stone rather than a creak of brittle wooden timbers, so Gimli decided to brave the effort of speech again.
"I am all right, Legolas," he said.
"You are not," the elf retorted. "You are banged all to bits, and the fact that none of your bones are broken is nothing short of a miracle."
"Dwarven bones are strong," said Gimli.
Legolas snorted. "Yes, and their heads are hard—a fact with which I am both beyond irritated, and exceedingly grateful. Gimli, what were you thinking?"
"I did not expect the stone to break," Gimli murmured. Dwarven stone would not have broken beneath his feet; or if it had had no choice but to do so, then it would at least have warned him first. But the shoddy white stone with which the masons of Minas Tirith had built some of their more recent, less elegant and less impressive structures, apparently had no such concern for the beings what walked upon its pale surfaces, even when said beings walked with dwarven feet.
"No!" Legolas exclaimed. "No, I am sure you did not! Nonetheless, it did, and you took quite a tumble as a result!"
Gimli grumbled, and made to swing himself out of the bed. The world reeled around him and a hand like a splay of twigs against his chest stopped him as firmly as a block of granite.
"You are not getting out of that bed until Aragorn himself says you are well," Legolas declared, his lilting voice gone suddenly fierce. Then it cracked open like a wound as he added plaintively, "Gimli, you nearly died!"
"Poppycock," Gimli retorted, trying to hide the fact that he was panting from even that slight abortive effort. He sank back into the pillow and forced himself to breathe slowly.
"You fell almost twenty feet and landed on solid stone."
Gimli grunted. "Well, then of course I am not dead," he said. "Good stone would never break a dwarf that landed on it."
Legolas made a noise of exasperation that sounded comically similar to an angry bird scolding an interloper away from its nest.
"Hush," Gimli said. "Your point is made; I will stay in the bed and await the word of the healers." He was not sure that his body would allow him to do anything else anyway, but there was no reason to admit to that. It would only worry Legolas more if he did, and he would be surely be more mollified by Gimli's apparent surrender if he did not know that he was only acquiescing because he had no choice.
"Good," Legolas snapped, and dropped onto the floor beside the bed.
They sat there in silence for a few seconds as the aches in Gimli's bones throbbed and pounded, as though he were an anvil in Erebor's busiest forges. Either the draughts he could dimly remember being coaxed to drink by Gondor's kind were wearing off, or the pain was simply becoming more noticeable as his thoughts cleared.
He could not stop himself from groaning, although he clamped his lips tight over the sound as soon as it escaped—but too late.
"Does it hurt terribly?" Legolas asked. His voice had gone gentle again, small.
Gimli nodded, and regretted the motion with a wince. He screwed his eyes shut. "Yes," he admitted.
"Where?"
Light elvish fingers ghosted over Gimli's arm and up across his shoulder, their touch no more than the slightest breath of wind amidst slim treetops. The pain still seemed to dull a little at the touch, as though Aragorn's hands were not the only ones that held healing in their palms.
"Everywhere," Gimli moaned.
Legolas's fingers retreated at once, and Gimli could not help but sigh in regret.
"Well," he said, after a moment, "perhaps not quite everywhere."
"No?"
There was a faint rustle of movement, barely audible. Gimli could not bear to open his eyes and let the light in again, but he pictured the elf leaning closer and smiled at the imagined sight.
"My nose," Gimli said at last. "I think my nose is all right."
Legolas let out a surprised laugh, a burst of silvery mirth like the sudden ringing of clear bells.
Gimli's smile settled more firmly behind his beard. "Yes," he said. "My nose is definitely unharmed."
"And well that it is," Legolas agreed, gliding the faintest touch of his fingers across Gimli's cheeks and forehead before finally coming to rest against the side of his nose. "I would be grieved to see such handsome features mashed by such a fall."
"That's why I made sure to land on my back," Gimli teased. "To save my pretty face for you."
Legolas laughed again. The sound was watery, but stronger; the tremble was gone. "You are very kind," he said.
There was another, longer rustle of movement, and Legolas's hand fell away to be replaced by the light touch of warm lips upon the very tip of Gimli's unbroken nose.
In the darkness of his pain, Gimli smiled.
#hurt/comfort#not really a genre i write a lot of tbf but it suits them (and this prompt) so well i couldn't resist leaning in on the trope#also i have more responses to do but i think i might be feeling up for writing Actual Stuff again (thanks for the help folks!)#so i'll come back to these later#thank you to everyone who sent (and anyone who may in future send) prompts; it was extremely helpful#gimleaf#gigolas#ask meme#send a kiss meme#lotr fanfiction#my writing#my stuff#legolas#gimli#lotr
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Had a horrible disgusting bad day then saw guardbo in my inbox I love y'all, you make my day <<33
#and keep the memes and prompts coming!! i love drawing stuff yall send to my ask box!! <3#<< if u have multiple images pls put them in separate asks!! i don't mind the spam its just rlly hard to see every image on mobile!!!!#tho i won't be upset if you do put multiple images in one ask :3#any ships/characters from both pvp & parkciv are welcome!!!!!
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I'm not in a very good place (mentally/emotionally) right now so most likely, there won't be much activity on this blog in the next few days :/ i apologize to anyone & everyone who's waiting for a reply from me, hopefully by the end of this week, I'll be feeling better.
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HELLO.
this is 500 years late (read: two months late) but uh, I wrote some somnophilia for you finally 😅
(from this kink list back when I was asking for prompts in December)
also, as a heads up it's fucking filthy - turns out that writing a solid month of whump left me craving some dirty talk haha
Spoiled - NSFW Rumlow/Bucky - 2710 words
non-con/rape, somnophilia, wet & messy, come as lube, anal sex, fingering, hand jobs, finger sucking, pet names, name calling, dirty talk, Rumlow for dirty talk champ 2k23
The other man still doesn’t move and Rumlow bites back the groan in his throat at just how fucking easy it is to slide himself the rest of the way in.
He should be worried - hell, he’s seen the soldier wake up before, startled and uncontrolled, lashing out at whichever of the poor fucking techs are close enough to grab but the open goddamn give of the soldier’s usually tensed and tight hole around his cock is more than enough encouragement for him to keep going –
OR: Rumlow wakes up with a hard-on and the soldier is conveniently there
READ ON AO3 HERE: Spoiled
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Hello, ppl of my blog and those who stumbled upon this post!
I cleaned up and polished my profile and inbox, so feel free to send me questions/headcanons/art prompts ect.
(anons welcomed!!)
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1. Please READ my Main Informational Post before sending anything!
2. I will inform that my social battery is really draining and so, I might answer late or might not answer at all to some questions. I apologise in advance!
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- No OCs
- No NSFW/Creepy/Complex details
- I only draw for fandoms I am in or know well enough. If unsure feel free to ask before hand or in DMs.
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Well, that's all for the rules!
I am looking forward for everything you have at me, especially since my current hyperfixation (Honkai SR, if it isn't obvious) won't let me rest and I just-
I just want to-
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hhhh okay i have a couple more of those late night prompts left... i wanted to finish them up today but i'm feeling so meh this evening that i think i'm gonna call it there and try to get them done tomorrow instead. ...and then get back to my drafts bc i'm falling even further behind again lmao
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What’s the difference between fluff angst and smut? I’m new to all this stuff
Smut is a type of erotica that includes graphic descriptions of sexual acts, often including descriptive details about the most wonderful parts of male and female bodies.
Fluff is the focus that is not sex, but displays of affection between two or more characters, whether their relationship is romantic or not.
Angst is when an author focuses on the anxieties, fear, and sense of dread of their characters, sadness, typically at the expense of the character's hopes and wishes
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How would y’all feel about me reblogging some prompt memes where y’all can send me requests and I’d try and do them for warm ups?
#thinking of doing some little volteccer stuff as warm ups? or sm#maybe both if ppl send in requests#pokemon#pokémon horizons#rising volt tacklers#rising volteccers#pokeani#prompt memes#not a creation
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radical face lyric prompt meme
is this still a thing people do? no? we’ll go retro then. put this together to celebrate having crossed 1,000,000 words posted on ao3 - send me a number + some characters + a trope or episode of canon or whatever other bonus wishes/details/ideas come to mind and i’ll write a oneshot based on the prompt! feel free to reblog and join in.
and i am always reminded of lies / that we told but never meant / and at night i can still hear you grin like an echo / sounding for my sins (echoes)
there ain’t no fixing this but i like that you tried / sometimes the hardest part is being right / there ain’t no helping me but i like that you lied / sometimes it’s worth the burn marks to feel the light (dead ends)
i fall asleep in the backseat of your old car (under the same sun)
i was there when you grew restless / left in the dead of night / and i was there when three months later / you were standing in the door all beat and tired / and i stepped aside (always gold)
when the water was warm / walked in over my head / but you pulled me out by the collar of my shirt (summer skeletons)
sometimes sleep becomes your enemy / it feels better to dream when the sun is accounted for (sunn)
you held me up when i was drowning / and wrapped me in your spare blankets / and you held my head while i lay broken / and told me i would sleep soundly / and that life goes on (personal giants)
and you’re always laughing / but you always look afraid (haunted)
maybe this time we will get it right / every step’s just a step until the one where you stop / they say the third time’s the charm / yeah well how about the ninth (the river with no name)
i am not the one you wanted here / but i will fill in my post (rivers in the dust)
i got a picture on the mantle piece / of the way that i thought that we’d end up / but this bears no resemblance to that (sleepwalking)
i feel you breathing / i hear you curse my name / i hope that you’ll forgive me one of these days (winter is coming)
i can’t fix what was done to you / but i’ll shield you from the rain (small hands)
there’s only so much good a man can take / when he ain’t so good himself / you remind me of what i could’ve been / but the reminder ain’t much help (reminders)
i’m glad you were my friend / though i may never see you again (chains)
once you see what lies behind a mask / that mask will never look the same / and once the pattern shows itself / you can’t pretend that nothing’s changed (guilt)
you don’t owe me a thing / i have always been lost it’s a comfortable place / i don’t owe you a thing / you were always just something that i could never save (reveries)
took a river of bad blood / but now i see where i came from / can’t grow a proper branch when half the trunk is rotten (bad blood)
i said i’d fix this / that i’d set things straight / you begged me not to / but i couldn’t stay couldn’t wait (all is well (it’s only blood))
i won’t bend and i won’t move / don’t have a lot left just anger and something to prove (the strangest things)
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A response to this ask; taken from this prompt; anyone can feel free to send other numbers in at any time, I don’t care how long it’s been. (Just maybe add some context to your ask if it’s been like a month or more since I posted this, because otherwise I won’t know what to do with the random number in my inbox).
#36....to give up control.
This one takes place within the setting of this fic. For those who have not and do not care to read it, the set-up is that it’s an AU where Boromir took the Ring to Denethor, Sauron surrendered to Gondor in chains and surely isn’t planning to pull a Nûmenor on them oh no and Gimli was forced to take Durin’s Ring and be appointed Lord of Erebor by Denethor to prevent Gondor from sacking the Mountain. Legolas is currently a captive of the Lonely Mountain, specifically Gimli’s captive.
Legolas hates the sight of that Ring. That band of gold, that glittering gem — it is loathsome against Gimli’s flesh, its beauty foul beyond measurement in Legolas’s eyes. The Shadow of its power lies between them like a haze, casting Gimli’s features into a strange veiled darkness whenever he puts it on...and as Lord of Erebor, he cannot often afford to take it off.
(Too, he does not want to. That is how those Rings work, Legolas knows. Part of Gimli wants to cast the wretched thing away...but part of him, Legolas knows, does not. And never, ever will.)
Legolas hates it.
But the Lonely Mountain lives under Denethor’s heel now, and the Lord Denethor would be angered if his thrall cast away the leash of that Ring, and Gimli cannot afford to bring Gondor’s wrath down upon his people — and neither can Legolas. He is a captive of the Mountain, yes; this terrible mountain where so many of his people are held cruelly, and killed more cruelly. That does not mean he wants every dwarf in Erebor to die, does not mean he wants to watch their mountain burn the way the woods of Lothlórien burned; the way Mithrandir burned.
Does not mean he wants Gimli to die.
(Never, never wants that.)
But, oh, how he hates the sight of that Ring upon Gimli’s strong and skillful hand, hates to see the Shadow of its evil thought dull the brightness of his sight. Hates to feel the icy heat of its metal against his own skin, when Gimli takes his hand or touches him.
There is more of that now that they have found this desperate solution to the problem of Legolas’s captivity. Before, when Legolas was merely locked in Gimli’s chambers, he was always careful — oh, so careful! — to remove the Ring. But now that Legolas walks the halls of the Lonely Mountain behind Gimli, they do not have that luxury. If Gimli’s people are to truly believe that their lord keeps this elf as a precious pet of his own — if they are to convince Gondor that that is why Legolas has not been slain with the rest of his people — then they cannot allow themselves such comforts.
So Legolas has learned to brace himself against the touch of that foul gold against his skin, the whisper of it between his ears. He cannot hear the Thing, not clearly; not the way Gimli can. But when the Ring touches him, flickers of its thoughts break through; whispers, low and soft and terrible. It is a Thing of selfish greed and coveting bitterness and furious jealousy. The scrape of its sinuous words in Legolas’s mind is a thousand times worse than the brush of its metal sides against his skin...
But he cannot recoil from the touch of the Lord of Erebor, the dwarven lord who owns him. (It is a lie, of course; but it is also a truth, too, for while Legolas wears no chains anymore, he is not free. He cannot leave without Gimli’s permission, and Gimli does not have the power to grant him freedom, not without dooming the whole of the Mountain. They are both of them prisoners here.)
So when Gimli takes Legolas’s fingers with the hand that bears the Ring, Legolas lets him. When the gem of it blinks brightly in the torchlight that illuminates these underground halls, casting its Shadow over the brighter gleam of Gimli’s eyes, Legolas smiles as though his heart is not breaking at the sight.
When Gimli takes Legolas’s chin in his marvelous, strong, broad fingers, and the frigid heat of that fell metal pressed against his skin runs up through his veins and makes him shudder, Legolas leans down into the kiss, and closes his eyes against the tears that long to fall at the sight of his beloved Gimli chained to such darkness.
At the terrible truth of Gimli bowing to evil to save his people.
Legolas closes his eyes and leans into the kiss, as though if he only sinks deep enough into the warmth of Gimli’s heart he will find a core of fire strong enough to burn away the Shadow that shrouds his dear dwarf; the Shadow that lies over the whole Mountain, slowly eating the goodness of these stalwart dwarves away so that only greedy, selfish shells remain. As though if he surrenders himself to Gimli’s kiss, he can forget all the other surrenders and defeats that have brought them both to this place.
As though he can still be safe in Gimli’s arms.
It is a lie. But it is a lie that Legolas would give nearly anything to have become the truth.
The Ring whispers empty promises to him, offers to do just that. Legolas shudders, knowing that it cannot — and knowing, too, that it is only the knowledge that Durin’s Ring cannot stand against the One in the White City that owns it that keeps the offer from tempting him. Legolas had thought it terrible, on that desperate Quest that failed, to have the One Ring whispering its offers to him in the darkness of the empty night, but there was nothing that it could promise to give him that he wanted and so its words were thin and weak and easily ignored.
This is different. This is harder, because this is Gimli.
His dear, beloved Gimli. Legolas whimpers into the kiss, and Gimli draws back enough to wipe his thumb across Legolas’s cheeks, soothing away his tears.
When Legolas opens his eyes again, he sees the glimmer of their wetness on the gem of Durin’s Ring, bright as mithril in the torchlight, and thinks that he has never seen anything so terrible.
Then he looks up, and sees the Shadow in Gimli’s smiling eyes, and that is so much worse.
It is easier to sink down into the kiss again than it is to look upon the sight of his beloved dwarf so marred by Shadow; easier to drape himself across Gimli’s lap and curl down to part the soft braids of that beautiful beard and press his lips to Gimli’s; easier to let himself drown in the warmth of wide dwarven arms folded tight around his waist; broad dwarven hands spread strong against his back and curled across his knees; to let himself be held by those hands, so wide and strong that they might cradle a whole mountain in the protection of their palms, were it not for that terrible band of gold curled so dark upon them.
It is so much easier to simply surrender.
The fight, after all, was lost years ago. All the world is darkness now; all save the comforting embers of Gimli’s arms around him, Gimli’s lips upon him, Gimli’s braids draped across him. So much easier to surrender, when you have already lost.
Durin’s Ring whispers its seductive offers in Legolas’s ear and he closes his eyes and kisses Gimli harder. It is what the Ring wants, of course, but it is what Legolas wants too—or at least, is as close to what he wants as he will ever come in this world fallen so far into Shadow.
Hope is dead. So he kisses Gimli, chasing its last fading embers into the dark.
#and here i was thinking that i'd probably never write anything in legolas's pov for this au lol#i still don't think it likely that we'll have scenes set in the actual fic that will shift from gimli's pov to his#but this particular prompt was just too tempting an opportunity to do something in this setting so...legolas pov!#gimleaf#gigolas#gimli dark lord of erebor au#lotr au#lotr fanfiction#ask meme#send a kiss meme#my writing#my stuff#legolas#gimli#lotr
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//Great (s) now i'm running around in circles wanting to n.sfw. no i dont have a dedicated tag for those prompts. brb while i liably go thru my meme tag to add/create a new for that LOL 🫡
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Hey! Send me screenshots to redraw please! Something silly, animation blobs or just moments you genuely liked. I will try to make it justice with my artstyle:).
#art prompt#send me stuff please!!#one piece only#asknicorobean#one piece#ask blog#rp meme#rp community
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#btw y’all have got to start sending stuff into the kink meme bc I can’t just send in prompts to myself. that’s embarassing ☹️#I have been in rpf world for days#rpf shit
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her eyes....... HER EYES!!!!!!!
#:))))) i feel passionate feelings for her#ANYWAY i'm here all night long to write my silly little words#both memes and drafts - how exciting!!!#i'm clearing my inbox (saving a few things) to go into the new year fresh etc#will reblog some prompts soon so send in the fun stuff besties <3
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