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hey! this request is pretty specific but im asking for a roman x (super) skinny and tall (like 5'10) female reader who roman still finds super sexy and gives hickeys to n shit. smutty, but not super kinky, or whatever you like tbh. you write great stuff btw! some of my favs

(A/N): Hello lovely!

And can I just say that… I AM LITERALLY SORROUNDED BY GODDESSES!

Like I might have a slight height complex, because of my grandma, and like you seem super cool, and I am sure that you are, and like… I admire you a lot.

And thank you for saying that I write great stuff (I don’t) but thank you from the bottom of my heart! (*sends you a lot of kisses*).

WARNINGS: Insecure Reader, Mention of Smut, And Roman Not Being Able To Keep it In His Pants.

Music was erupting from your speaker, when Roman opened his door to your apartment.

It had been yours for a few months, and you couldn’t help but feel like it would be forever your home.

Not that you needed new furniture or precious trinkets to make it your home, when you had your lover by your side.

You didn’t acknowledge his presence, although, knowing it would only stroke that big ego of his, and most importantly it would distract you immensely from getting ready, when you had a dinner in thirty minute, and it took you at least ten minutes to reach the restaurant.

You were almost ready, applying the finishing touches to your make-up and already wearing your tight little black dress, just needing to slip in your shoes, since you had been extremely worried about which one to go with.

The formal entirety of the dress requested high heels, but due to your height you had been always highly discouraged to wear anything which might make you appear even taller.

Thankfully Roman was quite tall himself so he never had a problem with your height, on the contrary of many previous boyfriends you had been with, which had made you feel at fault for towering over them.

It wasn’t like you were making them feeling guilty for being so short?

It was all in the past, since you had met Roman Godfrey, but sometimes all your insecurity suddenly came back and you couldn’t help but be faced with the knowledge of being extremely different from many of your fellow friends: you stood out in a crowd painfully, with your height and skinny body.

You had always been told not to complain about your physique, since you basically “got it all!”, but what you got, in the end, was being painfully pulled aside, as a beautiful goddess, which shouldn’t have been in contact with other humans.

And you hated whenever people made you feel like that.

Thankfully, again, Roman didn’t make you feel in the slightest like that.

And he certainly knew you better than yourself, and he confirmed it to you as he walked into your shared room, meanwhile you were applying mascara, risking to smash a big dose on your face, because of the scare of seeing suddenly a tall and looming figure in your mirror.

“The music sucks, by the way” he commented jokingly being waved off by your busy hand and with a threatening look from your face, meanwhile you moved the other to reach out for make-up remover wipes, failing to notice the bag that Roman was holding in one hand.

“It’s Lana Del Rey, asshole” you mumbled, meanwhile you cleaned up the little mess he had created, by distracting you.

“It’s fucking depressing, babe” he replied, imitating the same tone you had used against him, in a much more teasing way, which got you to release small smile, before you tried to usher him out of the bedroom.

“I need to get ready” you justified, your rejection of his affection, now that he had moved to the elegant dressing table he had personally had made for you, perfectly matching the minimal design of his entire house, but you had added some of your photos together to its mirror, which never failed to make you smirk.

He ignored your protests and simply kissed your forehead, before he pushed the little black bag into your laps, raising himself to his towering height, meanwhile you simply stared at the pretty package.

Being spoiled by Roman wasn’t something that was unusual to you, although you felt like you didn’t deserve it, and no amount of gifts would buy your heart, he already had it.

But usually it was due to specific reasons, since your lover wasn’t a spontaneous one, always having to have things under control, so you were a bit surprised and immediately looked at him confused.

“Oh c’mon, open it!” he giggled, meanwhile he shifted his look away from you, still worried that you might not like his gifts, after a lifetime of you jumping him, whenever he took even the slight time to get you something he had seen you eyeing in stores “… I just thought that they would look perfect with the outfit of tonight”.

You, with curiousness, undid the elegant bow that kept the string of the paper bag together, and then opened it to find it was a bag of shoes, but not normal shoes, because Roman sure did know how to be extra: they were Christian Louboutin shoes.

You sent him a look as if to say that it was too much, and you couldn’t accept it, but he just stared at you darkly, meanwhile he pushed the bag back into your hands, simply mumbling about how he hoped he had gotten the right size.

And you had no way to know about it, if you didn’t try them on.

Which you did, immediately realizing that your feet fit perfectly in it, and you had to absolutely try the other, once they were on, you pushed yourself on your feet, curious to know what they would have looked like on your feet.

You turned towards the mirror which was encased into the wardrobe, admiring your black clothes person, in those magical shoes, almost as magical as Cinderella’s ones, finding that the red bottom gave a bit of color to the entire outfit and it matched perfectly with the ruby earrings you were wearing (another gift from Roman) and your lipstick color.

You turned towards Roman, realizing that now you were almost at his height, and that he didn’t seem even slightly bothered by it, smirking brightly and bringing you closer to himself, as if to compare, but his eyes were firmly on your legs, staring at them quite obviously, and you knew exactly why.

The shoes made them appear even more slender and fascinating, as if she did own a good kilometer of legs, and she knew exactly which effect, her legs had on Roman…

… even feeling it against her, as he brought her closer, swiftly hiding her face in the crook of her neck, and before she knew it, his lips had taken residency there, sucking and kissing, even a slight biting.

“Roman… we have a reservation, in twenty minutes” you tried to remind him, distancing yourself lightly from him and facing your dressing table just to discover that a few hickeys had started blooming on her neck and she grabbed, with a grimace, the concealer, but before she knew it, she was being pushed onto the mirror, and turned around roughly, facing a smiling Roman, who just threw the stick on concealer away.

“Right now, I don’t care in the slightest about that reservation” he pushed your dress high on your lips, baring to him the elegant lingerie you had worn under: a lacey bodysuit, with black flower designs, high on the waist and barely covering your nipples, due to it being a bit too sheer “… I am thinking about fucking my pretty girl, in the prettiest pair of heels I have ever seen”.

And you wondered how the hell could you have been so insecure, before…

You certainly weren’t when Roman pushed two fingers into you and moved to leave some hickeys again your slender figure.

… it is useless to say you didn’t make it in time for your reservations.

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He Came from Narnia: Chapter 4

Jessica woke up the next morning to an empty spot next to her and Lidia putzing around her room, cleaning the dust off the window sill and organizing a tray on the vanity. "What's that, Lidia?", Jessica asked covering herself and attempting to look around the robust woman at what she was clumsily doing at the vanity. "It's your makeup tray," Lidia responded. "The Prince asked me to bring one to you and a new dress is hanging for you behind that screen." Lidia pointed to a beautiful black lacquer screen decorated in gold painted cranes with large wings, spans flying throughout the 4 panels with a beautiful oriental mountain range in the background. Jessica pulled the sheet off the bed and walked behind the screen to find a red velvet dress on a mannequin. The long heavy dress came with a pure white lace bodice to wear underneath so the lace shown at the breast and out the bottom of the belled sleeves of the dress. A silver belt with red gems was loosely hung on Jessica's hips and a pair of silver slippers were waiting for her at the vanity. Jessica made her way to the vanity so Lidia could brush and curl her hair, lightly brush some blush on her cheeks and apply a light pink paste to her lips. A knock came at the door and once again Prince Jackson made himself known. "How is my Huntress this morning?", Jackson said coming up behind Jessica and placing his hands on her shoulders. He leaned down to her ear, "Did you sleep well after?" "I slept fine, Your Highness," Jessica said sitting up straight trying to hold her composure. "When do I meet the archers?" "Don't worry about the archers right now, Huntress," Jackson said with his arms behind his back and pacing. "It's time for breakfast!" Jackson escorted Jessica down to the dinning hall where they were greeted with the bold smell of coffee, heavily buttered waffles, crispy bacon, fried and hard boiled eggs and freshly baked bread. He sat Jessica down to the left of him while Mark was at his right and directly across from her. "Did you sleep well, Huntress?", Mark asked genuinely. "I hope the castle isn't too cold for you." "I was a little chilly," Jessica said lying. "Luckily I had a nice heavy quilt to keep me warm once I was able to fall asleep. I was awake a good portion of the night." Jessica gave the Prince a slightly seductive look and bit her lip. "Good," Mark said reaching for some waffles and fried eggs. "I'm glad you finally got to sleep. Last night was....interesting. Hopefully not too traumatizing for you." "I'll be OK, Sir Mark," Jessica said reaching for some of the crispy strips of bacon, waffles and syrup and a hard boiled egg. "It was a bit intense last night between the Prince and my friends. I wish things were easier somehow." "Would you like some coffee, ma'am?", a servant woman asked. "Oh, yes please!", Jessica responded excitedly. The coffee tasted of hazelnut, cinnamon and dark chocolate undertones with a vanilla bite. Every flavour hitting Jessica's tongue like an arrow hitting a bullseye, she'd never tasted coffee like this before. "What do you taste, Huntress?", Mark asked curiously. "What coffee are they serving today?" "My mouth is overwhelmed!" Jessica said throwing her hands in the air. "I can taste cinnamon, vanilla, hazelnut and....something else...but it's so wonderful! It smells so majestic and tastes even better!" The Prince scoffed at their conversation of coffee tasting, he had no interest in it while devouring his eggs and bacon and buttering his freshly baked bread. The three of them shoveled so much food in their mouths they were barely able to walk out of the dinning hall without passing out. Prince Jackson and Sir Mark lead Jessica out to the court yard where she is meeting her army for the first time. As they walk out on the terrace and overlook the 50 archers in question, Jessica's eyes widen as she sees Yugyeom among them. Her heart dropped knowing the warrior elf has succumbed to the Prince's will. Jackson manipulated Yugyeom into joining forces instead of training his own army in the forest! Jessica became enraged at this thought and pushed Jackson back inside the castle and threw him against a wall. "Why is Yugyeom among the archers?", Jessica yelled. "He's the lead Elf warrior! Why is he on my team of archers?" Jessica tightened her grip on Jackson's shirt. The Prince winced as Jessica tightened her grip pinching some of the skin, "I figured he'd want to be close to you while you stay here training them." "YOU'RE LYING!" Jessica yelled. "You're manipulating him! You want to hurt him! Let him go back to his army so they can fight for you." He got that disgusting crooked smile again, "If I let him go back to his army they won't fight with me but against me. They will attempt to take you from here." Jessica loosened her grip and softened her face, "What if I don't want to be here? What if I truly want Yugyeom to rescue me?" She began to feel guilty about the night of pleasure with the Prince. "It doesn't matter what you want, Huntress," Jackson said, "I'm the Prince. It only matters what I want, and I want you HERE warming my bed and training my archers. Is that so much to ask?" Jessica gathered herself and her pride and walked back out to the terrace to accept her place as lead archer in the army. Sir Mark gave her a silver bow and silver arrows with poison tips for battle. Jessica also received her silver plated armor, cuffs, shin guards and white gold tiara. Back in California and working 3 menial and random jobs, Jessica felt like a nobody. Here, she was in control of an AMRY! An army of potentially fantastic archers, she was in control....mostly. Jessica was determined to make sure the Prince knew she had a backbone and could take control of anything she wanted, including his heart. Prince Jackson wanted to talk about cold hearts? Well, Jessica is Queen of cold heartedness, she'd mastered it over the years of bad boyfriends and people taking advantage of her. Clearly in this realm, it wasn't going to be much different and Jessica was ready to take anyone on who said she was incapable to doing anything. "Introducing the Huntress Jessica as your new leader!", Sir Mark yelled holding Jessica's hand up high while her other hand raised her new bow with pride. "Jessica will train you; and lead you into battle. She is the Huntress, The guardian of the forest, therefore she is the best and Prince Jackson always requires the best. Listen to everything she says about fighting, protecting and being loyal." Jessica was touched by the speech this valiant White Knight had to give about her. She blushed with every word he shouted to the archers and began to have the same fluttery feelings she had with Prince Jackson the night before. It was almost a Lancelot and Guinevere moment between Jessica and Mark; Prince Jackson could read that loud and clear. The Prince scowled at his First Knight and stormed off to his study where he pulled out a large silver key from his desk, moved a bookcase which was a secret passage used only for royalty to escape danger, and walked down to the dungeon. As Jackson passed a guard, he picked up a torch and continued down the corridor to the cells. At the end of the corridor he reached a cell that seemed to have been barred off for years, completely neglected and rotting. He opened the lock and pulled the nailed boards off the door to open it, he shown his torch inside: "Brother, are you still alive?", Jackson asked into the darkness. "I'm here," said a faint voice from a dark corner. "I can hardly walk, but I am alive. What do you want with me? Wherefore have you come for me? Has the chosen one returned?" "Yes, she is here," Prince Jackson responded. "I need your help, Bam Bam. Are you able to come to the surface?" "I asked you to put me here so you wouldn't kill me," Bam Bam responded. "I can't trust you in your winter wolf form. I'd rather be the decrepit troll of Narnia than be mauled by my blood-thirsty brother." "The Huntress has returned to break the curse," Jackson pleaded, "We don't have to live like this anymore! I'm tired of lying to everyone about your death." "I will come to the surface until you change," Bam Bam agreed. "But on the night you transform into that creature, I want to be locked away until you are done feeding." "I promise, brother," Jackson sounded sincere for the first time in 200 years, "I will have you locked down here when I change into the winter wolf." Prince Jackson picked up his limp twin and carried him to the study, where the Prince called for his servants to tend to his brother's wounds and weak muscles. Bam Bam was suffering from muscular dystrophy due to being locked in a cell for so long: his legs barely functioned and he could hardly hold a pencil. He wore a sheer scarf over his eyes for two days before being able to focus on daylight properly and could only eat soup until his stomach could handle solids. Living on bread, fruit, vegetables and water weakened his stomach a bit, any meat made him vomit for hours. The kitchen staff started him off with soups made from chicken broth and vegetable stock to keep his bowels and stomach at ease. Bam Bam got a hair cut, a bath and was dressed as he should be, like a Prince. The servants would help Bam Bam practice walking everyday and when he wasn't walking he was in a wheelchair. "May I meet the Huntress?", Bam Bam asked. "I'm curious to know her." "In good time, brother," Jackson responded. "She is busy training our archers so we can beat the Queen and break this curse. You will no longer turn into a disgusting troll on a full moon and I no longer a winter wolf who stalks you as his most precious prey. She cursed us as these creatures because we are brothers, twins; so one would constantly be fighting the other for the throne." "Why is being a twin such an evil thing?", Bam Bam asked. "I was always told twins are a blessing." "Not to a royal family," Jackson informed Bam Bam. "In a royal family, twins are bad luck because even though one is older, they are still the same age, and one is likely to bring shame to the family and cause massive bloodshed. One must always disappear in order for the family to live peacefully, but that never happens, does it?" "No, no I suppose not," Bam Bam said quietly hanging his head. "But I am sickly and useless, so we don't have to argue about who will have the throne. You are strong and assertive, two things I could never be. Why would she cast a curse on us for that?" "Because she sees more potential in you than in me," Jackson revealed. "In the Queen's eyes, I am the weak one which is why every full moon I turn into a winter wolf and you turn into a troll. The winter wolf's favourite meal is a nice, juicy ugly troll." The sunlight beamed in on Jackson's face through the stained glass window of Bam Bam's bedroom. As he spoke of the curse and their family misfortune, Jackson kept his poise and his hands behind his back. Jackson loved his brother so much and refused to lose his temper seeing as he'd chased Bam Bam multiple times as a winter wolf attempting to eat him. "Shall we practice your walking?", Jackson asked with a smile. "I know you're getting stronger. You'll be able to go out on the terrace and greet everyone as a Prince soon!" Bam Bam smiled and nodded, "Yes, let's practice and afterward can we go to the kitchen and have some of that pudding mother used to make us?" They both giggled and Jackson said, "Absolutely! We will have loads of pudding afterward. We'll eat it until we are sick, just like when we were kids." ♥♥ Jessica worked hard with her troops, she'd never actually remembered shooting a bow and arrow before, but somehow her muscle memory knew. As she got into her training, it was like a whole new being took over her body and mind, she was able to train all the troops at once with ease and without losing her temper. Watching Yugyeom suffer through this rigorous training made her heart hurt. Jessica wished he could be back in the forest training his own troops to wield swords, shoot arrows and tracking instincts. He shouldn't be here learning from her, Jessica didn't feel she was qualified to be teaching an elf warrior the basics of being an archer! "How are you my love?", Yugyeom walked up to Jessica brushing the side of her face with the back of his hand. "Is he treating you well?" "I haven't seen much of him since you left that night," Jessica said, and she wasn't lying. "Something has him preoccupied and behaving very secretive. I can spend as much time with you as I want!" "Did he make you do anything you didn't want?", Yugyeom asked in fear. "No," Jessica said, "He didn't make me do anything I didn't want to do." She wasn't lying, she wanted to have sex with Jackson and she wanted more. Every time they walked past one another in the halls of the castle, she began to remember their first night together, and how much she longed for his touch. "I want to go back to the forest with you tonight," Jessica said. "For what reason?", Yugyeom was confused. "Aren't you comfortable here?" "I miss the forest and I miss you," She was halfway being honest and half way being horny. "I want to go back to the forest with you." "You miss a mans touch, don't you?", Yugyeom asked giggling. "Come back to the forest with me, I will give you everything you need." Jessica held his hand to her face and kissed his palm. She didn’t just miss the touch of a man, but in particular, she missed his touch. Sleeping with the Prince made her forget how loving Yugyeom seemed to be, and how much he adored her despite the echo of his cold heart. Although, since he'd become an elf warrior, he changed somehow, her heart supplied. His heart wasn't as cold at it used to be and it seemed he cared more for Jessica than she cared for him, the roles had switched! After a long day of training, Jessica followed Yugyeom back to his home in the forest. He hoisted her up a ladder leading her to a home high up in the trees. The trees spoke to her as she climbed up the ladder, welcoming her home again and again. Once they reached the top, Yugyeom went inside and got a bucket of warm water and a sponge. "Take off your clothes," he said nonchalantly. "WHAT?!" Jessica gasped. "Why?" "You need a bath," Yugyeom responded. "Take off your clothes and let me wash you." "Out here where everyone can see?" Jessica asked, looking around at the trees that has been speaking to her. "Don't be silly," Yugyeom laughed. "They've seen you naked plenty. No one here cares. Get undressed so I can wash you." Jessica slipped out of her Huntress garments and Yugyeom hung them on a clothes line to wash later. He picked up the sponge, dipped it in the bucket of warm water and began to wash Jessica's legs. He seemed to enjoy washing her but didn't seem aroused; it was like bathing her was a perfectly normal thing! Jessica, however, was feeling quite different as he stood up and began washing her neck and chest, her back and bum and going between her legs. "Eeep!" Jessica let out a yelp with the sponge between her legs. "You ok?", Yugyeom asked. "I'm OK," Jessica blushed. "Just startled with where the sponge went." Yugyeom laughed, "Would you rather something else go there?" He asked, kissed Jessica while running his fingers down her tummy and into her, while his other arm was cupping her back and holding her close. Jessica winced as his fingers found their way to her clit and made her moan in a way the Prince never managed. Yugyeom nibbled her ear and kissed her neck while continuing to please her relentlessly. "Is this why you wanted to come back with me?", Yugyeom whispered in her ear. "Did you miss my touch that much? Was he not good to you?" Jessica moaned as his fingers went a little deeper, "I missed you more than I thought I would." Yugyeom removed his fingers, picked Jessica up and carried her inside to the bed. As he lay her out he began to nibble on her breasts and slowly make his way down between her legs where she began to feel pleasure she'd never felt before. A human's tongue is one thing, but an elf tongue is so different. Jessica came almost immediately, unsure of whether is was Yugyeom's touch or the sheer fact of knowing she was having sex with an elf. An elf warrior who was ripped, handsome and truly wanted to love her. He came up over her body keeping her straddled and continued to kiss every part of her until he was able to place himself inside her. At this point, Jessica began to have more flash backs of her and Yuyeom having sex when he was still human and still under the Queen's control, which is why his heart was so cold. The sex was good back then too, but his heart was too frozen to truly be in it. This time, the sex was mind shattering, he was no longer frozen, she was and he was defrosting her one orgasm at a time.