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teyamsatan · 9 months

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My sweet bb Andra 💕 How are you doing love ? 💫

I have a juicy Request and I know you will make its justice 😩🤌🏻

So basically, we have Neteyam and Mate going out for a little time together at the lake, or pond whatever (deep enough 😏😳). Reader decides to draw Neteyam. So he poses for her and well she starts drawing and all. She is all concentrated looking at the paper for a moment and she feels something being thrown at her. She looks at him and well 🥴 We don't need any precisions here :3

Reader is all flustered and Neteyam is just smirking widely. Reader hasn't any time to react because we hear Jake's voice screaming Neteyam's name from afar. Oh ! Guess what ? Neteyam forgot. Yes. He forgot a training with his father (Pls let this poor guy rest a bit 🙂).

And Lo'ak (Otherwise it wouldn't be funny hehe)

Neteyam tries to grab his loincloth but reader is faster and throws it far into the bushes, with a smirk obv. So Neteyam has no choice to jump into the water (I know that Na'vi are less ashamed of nudity... Are they ? Anyways !)

So his brother and father get there, very fastly. Everything that happened before was like in 10 secs.

The rest I leave up to you 😏 We only need some funny dad-Neteyam and brother-Neteyam interactions when he just can't go out of the water, but he's very very late... Then we have Lo'ak that finally understands and just cannot stop laughing, making Jake more than less annoyed than he already was. And we have some intense playfull eye contacts with the reader. She's enjoying it haha.

Yeah... You can end it like you want 😂💖 My brain is a mess sometimes ugh 😥

Okay Imma stop 🙈🌸 I hope this inspired you and no pressure okay ? 🫂

Smooches 🥰

no cause this is so so funny and i hope you enjoyed bestie xx it feels good to be back writing for neteyam :((

pairing: neteyam x human!reader

wc: 1170 words

warnings: smut, fluff, minors do not interact 🔞

na'vi compendium: yawne - beloved, tewng - loincloth, tanhí - bioluminescent freckles

As a human on Pandora, there wasn't much for you to do, very little your body was inherently made for. You were slow and clumsy, a stark contrast to the Na'vi carrying you on his back like a little doll, all nimble and quiet as he treaded the deep shrubbery, his thumbs massaging your thighs as you rested your chin on his shoulder, humming contently in between peppering kisses to his neck.

As a human on Pandora, you were stuck in a lab most days, with filtered air and fluorescent lights, that did nothing for you, that had a rare talent of making even the most beautiful creature look ghastly and ashen, that gave you a headache, that made you miss the beautiful light peering through the uneven gaps created by the branches of the tall trees of the Omaticayan forest. Stuck as you were, you turned to artistic outlets for your boredom. You loved to draw, and you became very good in time, enough that the entire lab and some of the village were now covered in your landscapes and your portraits. The people loved you, and your talents, and often urged you to draw them or loved ones, as a way to immortalise a face or a moment forever in time, a priceless gift for them, and one that gave you a place amongst the Na'vi, even different, as you were.

As a human on Pandora, you didn't have a lot of choice of entertainment... or men. But you've never felt the lack... not when you had Neteyam. Your best friend, your confidant, he was always up for a challenge, and, let's just say, he always thought of you as one. In the few years since your 18th birthday, a rite of passage of sorts for humans, you were told, Neteyam made it his purpose to show you that you will never have to miss out on anything on Pandora, that he would make it his life's mission to... be there for you, in any and every way you needed, be it to be a shoulder to cry on, or a shoulder to rest your legs on as his head was in between your thighs, Neteyam was always there - ready to help, ready to serve.

You gulped as you reminisced about this morning, about the moans that escaped him as he was lapping at your folds like he was quenching an unquenchable thirst, like eating you out was for his own pleasure, and not your own, or the way he didn't stop until you were so overstimulated you were crying, something he made up for by showering you in soft kisses and quiet whispers of "you did so well for me, yawne. you always take me so well."

"You ok back there... friend?"

"Yes, Teyam. Just tired. Are we almost there yet?"

"Patience, love. You wanted more inspiration for your drawings, right? I told you I found just the place, and you're going love it, I promise. It's just a little further."

Well, he was right. The little meadow created by a small, clear pond, bustling with little fish swimming peacefully, drowned in warm sunlight, was the perfect backdrop for the painting you had in mind. With a small smirk, you pointed at the water and clicked your tongue at your much larger, beautiful, muscular friend.

"Get in, Teyam."

"Why?"

"I've wanted to draw you for a while, I just wanted the perfect background, and now I have it. Now go."

You chuckled to yourself as you heard a loud splashing noise, and settled on removing your pad and pens, placing them on the ground next to you as you thought about what positions would work best for what you had in mind. You gasped loudly when something soft hit you in the face, removing you from your less than innocent reveries - it seemed Neteyam was ahead of you, as you felt for the object that you removed from yourself and realised it was his loincloth. When you looked back at him, your mind shortcircuited at the sight of his naked body, glistening in the sun as the water dripped down every defined muscle, down his chest and abs, down his v-line, down his -

"You like what you see, yawne?"

Although it pained you, you raised your eyes until they met his beautiful features, tanhí shining brightly even in broad daylight, as they always did when he was overtly happy or amused, and by the wild, mischievous grin and crinkles by his eyes, it was a safe assumption he was both.

"I say you forget the painting for now, and come here so I can show you how... grateful I am you thought of me as your next subject."

It was a no-brainer to you, really, but when you heard a voice you knew all too well screaming, the noise echoing through the trees, heightening the sound, your body stilled in place.

"Neteyam! Are you there, boy?"

"Fuck! I forgot I was supposed to meet my dad for training."

"Quick, throw me the tewn-" you screeched as the instruction came too little too late, and in the heat of the moment and much to Neteyam's dismay, frightened by the quickly approaching steps of the Olo'eyktan, you threw the cloth in the opposing direction, somewhere in the bushes.

"Netey- ah, kid. What are you two doing here?"

You just looked at him, panicked, eyes flickering from him to Neteyam's younger brother, who looked at you suspiciously, eye narrowed as they assessed the situation at hand through a lens of youth and misdemeanour Jake couldn't really see, and you were glad.

"Cat got your tongue, kid?" The Sully patriarch's raised eyebrow did very little to will out of the catatonic state you found yourself in, so you remained quiet as he scoffed, turning his attention to his oldest son, instead.

"You were supposed to be in training at 1400 hours, remember?"

"Yes, sir."

"Come on, out. We need to be off and make up for it."

"I-I... can't."

"And why the hell not, boy?"

You felt Jake's eye roll deep in your soul, and you felt like you should take the blame for this since... you threw Neteyam's clothes away in fear, and everything. You should rectify this.

"Jake, I-"

"Oh, my Eywa! He's naked! He's so naked!"

Your mouth dropped in shock, but it was too late. The cat was indeed out of the bag, and as your and Neteyam's eyes met, listening to his dad's groans of disgust, you were a little relieved to see a hint of a smile on his face, the beautiful twinkle of amusement putting your mind at ease, letting you know it was all going to be ok. As long as you were together, and you had him, it was all going to be ok.

Reaching your hand behind your head to scratch the itchy spot at the base of your neck, you laughed awkwardly as you spoke:

"I'm... experimenting with some new artistic techniques?"

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dabislittlemouse · 1 year

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I wanna make a Personal request for your take on Dabi being in a relationship with a slutty dressing reader (only for him ofc 😏) that always wears really short skirts and matching panties~ 🙈🥴❤️‍🔥

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⋙ If you think Dabi is like those men who will make a fuss about their women putting on revealing stuff, then you’re wrong.

⋙ He wants to see those curves of yours, that soft skin, the way your tits flash at him when you bend over to talk to him as he’s sitting down on the couch.

⋙ What he loves the most about you is when you wear those pretty short skirts with frills and some thigh highs with ribbons, that kiss the plush of your thighs so perfectly and makes him salivate. Wear that shit around him and you won’t live to see the day (or won’t walk).

⋙ His cerulean eyes never leave your ass as he casually gives you a spank in front of everyone, loving the way your butt jiggles and the way you get so flustered. The others better mind their own business and not stare too much at you, especially if he is not around.

⋙ Or when you wear fishnets, god he fucking loves it, it makes his cock rock hard at the sight of you walking around, either with a skirt on or a pair of super short pants, revealing your asscheeks ever so slightly.

⋙ Casually manspreads and pats his lap, suggesting for you to sit on him. And you do, getting yourself comfortable as both of his hands fondle your breasts or butt. Skirts are better for easy access, as he usually says. Especially when you’re on his lap, he can grind his hardened bulge on your clothed cunt, your pink panties with such thin material you can feel everything.

⋙ Casually drops things on the ground, waiting for you to pick them up. You bend over, a lazy grin is plastered on his face as you flash your ass at him. If he is in a playful mood, he’ll get behind you and slam his hips against your ass as if he’s fucking you.

⋙ Always makes sure to steal pick the most cute, slutty outfits for his girl. Swimwear that is too small for your size? He takes them. Wants you to wear them, loves to see the way your boobs are almost exploding out of that small fit because they’re too big and the size is extremely small. Shirts that are revealing, he wants you to wear them often, he likes eye fucking you so much throughout the day, until you two end up alone and finally after being edged for too long he fucks the soul out of you.

⋙ Makes you do a spin for him, looking at you head to toe with a blush on his cheeks and heart eyes. He is lovesick, extremely needy and horny for you, how dare you be so fucking perfect in such slutty outfits?

⋙ Shigaraki has kicked him out of the meetings multiple times because Dabi can’t keep his dick in his pants. Always has you on his lap, then his hands move your hips, make you grind on him as he grunts softly in your ear, humping on your ass. But it doesn’t go unnoticed by the boss, he also tells you to not wear such revealing outfits for the simple fact that Dabi is insufferable and gets so distracted by you, not that he has something against it heheh, you do you girly.

⋙ Dabi loves biting on your bare thighs, on your tits, your cute outfits always revealing his love marks all over your body.

⋙ Dabi hates winter cause it is too cold for you to wear revealing outfits, all you wear is baggy comfy shirts. Still fucks you in it though.

⋙ He loves watching your collection of panties, some of them are sexy and some of them are simple and cute, with flowers and bunnies and ribbons. Makes you try them all in front of him, kissing your cunt through them and teasing you. Tears them apart because he gets too riled up from watching the little show you give him.

⋙ Dabi loves when your panties match your bra and your socks, ugh you are so cute he wants to tear you apart already. He specifically gets thrilled when you let him guess which panties you are wearing, as you walk around with your short skirt and he tries to catch a glimpse of what you’re wearing down there.

⋙ Loves bending you over on his lap, spanking you for fun and making those cheeks red, he worries he might get too rough with you because he can’t get enough, he wants to abuse those soft cheeks and loves to hear you whimper.

⋙ If he can’t resist throughout the day, he simply grabs you and throws you in an empty conference room, fucking you on the table and filling your cunt with his warm seed over and over. Too bad Skeptic witnessed almost everything, you guys always forget there are cameras around!

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#B.writes #minors dni #dabi x reader #dabi x you #dabi x y/n #dabi #touya todoroki #mha dabi #touya todoroki x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha smut #mha smut #dabi smut

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ultraintrovertedgryffindor · 1 year

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Second Circle Of Hell - Osferth (The Last Kingdom)

I got this idea while I was in church...because my pastor is kinda good looking...cough. i'm such a sinner, i must corrupt the babey

Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), dubcon, femdom (mostly), corruption kink, innocence kink, virginity loss, religious conflict, religious guilt (not me projecting🙈), think that's it?

2.9K Words🤙🏻

Ever since pious and devout Christian monk Osferth joined the party of Uhtred, you've had your eye on him in deep intrigue.

The young man seemed so innocent, too innocent. You often wondered what dirty secrets he could be hiding.

Now, you may have just been a lecherous heathen that everyone who wasn’t a Dane said you were. You were practically a whore in your own right, so maybe anyone who acted relatively kind was innocent to you.

You never shied away from being yourself, especially in front of your group of men. Perhaps it was the way you were raised. You had no trouble changing in front of people, knowing that you could protect yourself if any of them would be stupid enough to make a move. Uhtred had already made that mistake once, but he never did it again after you put your dagger to his balls. You also never feared to bathe near the group, plus it was safer than going off on your own and you didn’t care if they saw you. You loved making your boys uncomfortable as well.

A memory that always stuck with you is when you were bathing in a river one day and Osferth accidentally saw you. He spoke apology after apology until his face turned beet red, but all you did was laugh. You had asked him for your clothes but he handed them to you with his eyes closed. That was the only moment when you were disappointed a man didn’t try to take advantage of you for once.

There was a day in Winchester where you, Finan, and Osferth were sitting outside a tavern. You could see how nervous and shy the boy was around women, and then Finan said it. He joked that Osferth was a virgin. He did that thing where he denied it so much that it must’ve been true, and that’s what you had your idea. You knew you’d want to be the one to deflower him, lest Finan actually bought him a whore one day like he said he would. No, you wanted to claim him for yourself. You just had to find the right moment.

Thankfully, there came a time when Uhtred had asked you and Osferth to spy on a Danish camp. It would be dangerous obviously, but you couldn’t help but celebrate in your mind when you realized the two of you would finally be alone together. It looked like Osferth was just happy he was being trusted with such an important task, although you would be there too.

You both set up camp a good distance away from the Danes’ campsite, some ways deep into the woods, making sure there would be no way they could spot you or hear you. You watched them all day, returning to your own campsite as the sun started to set. The trees blocking the light of the moon that you had to build a campfire to see as well as keep warm. But, you soon started thinking of other ways you could keep warm.

Osferth was nervous, you could tell. He didn’t look you in the eyes unless he had to. He probably would have preferred to go on this mission with Finan or Sihtric, but he had to deal with you alone now.

You tried your best to make conversation, but it never lasted more than a few sentences. It was frustrating. So, you did what you usually do best: make people uncomfortable.

“Have you ever been with a woman?” You asked suddenly, amused at the way Osferth immediately went wide-eyed and a wild blush coming to his cheeks. “I heard what Finan said at that tavern the other day, you seemed flustered as you are now.” He stuttered, no full words leaving his mouth due to your boldness. It gave you your answer. “So, I suppose Finan was right. You are a virgin.” You smirked teasingly.

Osferth finally quit his stuttering and sighed in defeat. “So what if I was?”

“You are a handsome lad, surely there have been offers from women before?”

“I mean…yes. Some.”

“And you never thought to take up those offers?”

He looked down in embarrassment. “It’s not like I didn’t want to, it’s just. I dunno, I feel like I wouldn’t want my first time to be with a stranger. Someone I don’t care about or know.”

“So would you hump someone you cared about?”

“When we were married, I suppose.”

You scoffed. “Why wait till marriage?”

“Because it’s a sin to be with someone before marriage, that’s what the Scripture says.”

“And what if you never get married?” You asked with an exasperated chuckle.

“Then I guess I’ll always be a virgin…” He shrugged, “Do you think me less of a man, my Lady?”

You shook your head with a smile. “No. I’m actually kinda glad you are.” He furrowed his brows in confusion, not understanding what you meant. “Because I wish to be the one to deflower you.” As if he couldn’t get any redder, he managed to do so, especially when you moved closer to him so you sat right beside him. He blinked a few times in shock, holding the cross attached to his necklace tightly.

“My Lady, I-I just told you, I can’t.”

You snickered. “Of course you can. I’ve seen the way you look at me, Osferth. I saw how your cock swelled when you saw me naked in the river that day. Did you even relieve yourself afterwards?” He stayed silent, and you hummed in disapproval. “What? Is it a sin to make yourself come too?” He nodded curtly and you rolled your eyes, placing your hand on his knee, slowly trailing up his thigh until he pushed you away and stood up from his spot on the ground.

“Stop. I made a vow, to myself and to God.”

You frowned. “Do you not like me?” And you tried to hide your smile as he immediately assured you that was not the case. You stood up and reached for him cautiously, seeing his internal struggle. “You’ve killed, betrayed your country, your home. Do you think breaking a simple vow will be any worse than all that, hm?”

“I never wanted to kill anyone.” He whispered, allowing you to run your hands up his chest and wrap around his shoulders.

“Then maybe you shouldn't have joined up with a group of heathens.” He was such a sheltered man, you wanted him to experience all he could. You wanted him to be with someone he knew and cared about, you weren’t going to let him be with some whore or stranger. He was looking down at you with confliction, eyes traveling from your own to your lips. You knew what he wanted, you just had to give him a little push.

Osferth let out a surprised hum when you pressed your lips against his without another word, catching him off guard so that he couldn’t reject your advances right away. But even as you kept kissing him, he never made a move to push you away nor did he intensify the kiss in any way. You tangled your fingers in his short hair, pulling hard enough that he gasped, allowing you to deepen the kiss. You smirked as he let out a breathy moan, you could already feel his hard on pressing against you. Your tongues touched briefly, but it seemed that shook him back into focus as he jolted away, his back turned to you. “You shouldn’t have done that, my Lady…” You heard him whisper shakily, you could see his hands trembling at his sides.

You said nothing as you walked to stand in front of him again, his innocent pleading eyes looking up at you, silently begging for you not to continue. But you did not listen, the throbbing at the apex of your thighs would not let you. “Please, Osferth…I can make you feel good.” You kissed his cheek cautiously, kissing all over his face until there was one spot left. He leaned in to kiss you himself this time, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing you against him tightly. You could feel a wetness on his face and you pulled back to see that he was crying.

“God, I want you so bad, I do.” He sniffled. “It hurts.” He winced.

“Then let me make the pain go away.” You cooed, removing your clothes until you were bare to the elements of Wessex. You shuddered as the wind hardened your nipples and cooled the slick that was already gathering at your cunt. Osferth moaned at the sight of you, not looking away this time like he did at the river. “Touch me.” You commanded softly, gently bringing one of his hands to cup your supple breasts. He squeezed them experimentally, looking to see if it brought you any discomfort, but it did quite the opposite. ��I need you, Osferth.” You kissed him again passionately, your limbs going shaky as you felt desire overcome you.

He wordlessly allowed you to strip him naked, saying a silent prayer in his mind as his stiff cock was finally freed of its confines. You brought him to the ground, where you had laid furs for the night, seeing him look up at you on his back made you drool.

“Please,” Osferth begged, his cock already throbbing and you hadn’t even done anything but whisper your enchanting words in his ears. “don’t make me break my vow…”

“Shh, it’s okay. Just relax for me.” You whispered, throwing your leg over his waist, straddling him. Your pussy was already slick with anticipation of his sweet corruption. You could only imagine how pretty his lewd moans would sound.

Osferth hissed as you took his cock in your hand, rubbing the tip in between in your folds before lining him up with your entrance. You both moaned loudly as you sunk down on him, he stretched you out more than you anticipated. “Gods, you’re bigger than you look.” You whispered breathily.

“Am I hurting you?” He panicked instantly, but you simply smiled and shook your head. Such a sweet gentleman. You were so warm and wet, your walls clenching around him due to the intrusion, but he would be lying if he said it didn’t feel so damn good; like heaven on earth. “Oh, my Lord God, have mercy on my soul…” He begged as he clutched his cross in his hand tightly as you grinded down on him. He looked up at you in awe as if you were an angel, he could practically see your halo as he suddenly came.

You giggled as he filled you up, watching as his eyes rolled to the back of his skull, his mouth opened wide as he let out a long, pained moan. “That was quick. Was it that good?” You smirked, loving the way his face flushed with embarrassment.

“I’m sorry, my Lady.” He stuttered, but you silenced him with a kiss.

“Don’t be.”

Osferth’s eyes filled with tears, the light from the campfire making his piercing blue eyes shine as he stared at the cross in his hand. “What have I done, Lord?” He whimpered pitifully, and you almost felt sorry for him if it wasn’t for the fact that he was still rock hard inside your cunt.

“Ready to go again so soon?” You chuckled darkly, moving your hips back and forth, causing him to let out a whine.

“No, don’t, not again-”

“You’ve already broken your vow, sweet monk. What more harm could you do now?” He looked up at you with a remorseful expression, the weight of what he had done heavy on his chest. You slowly lifted yourself off, slamming back down on him to elicit a cry from his soft lips. “So sensitive. But I suppose since I got what I wanted, I can stop-”

“No!” Osferth interrupted, surprising himself and you. He looked entirely conflicted as he placed his shaking hands on your hips, keeping you in place and not allowing you to remove himself from you. “No…you’re right. I’ve broken my vow. I can’t change that now. I suppose...I can enjoy this?”

“Yes, sweet baby monk. Let yourself enjoy this. Indulge in the feeling of me.” You moaned, continuing to rock your hips, a gasp escaping your lips as your clit brushed up against his pelvis as the head of his cock started to rub up against that sensitive spot inside you that always made you see stars. “Gods, you’re perfect. I wish we had done this sooner.” Osferth moaned at your words, his cock twitching inside you and making butterflies swirl in his stomach. You raked your nails down his bare chest, hearing soft whimpers escaping his mouth as you rode him. “How does it feel?” You asked, struggling to keep in your high pitched moans.

“Good, my Lady.” He stuttered. “So good.” You moaned as Osferth started to buck up into you, losing himself in his own pleasure and making you feel amazing in return. “Does it always feel so heavenly?” He groaned, tightening his grip on your hips, the dull pain making a shock of euphoria reverberate through your entire body for a split second.

“No, not for women at least.”

“Is…is there anything I can do to make it feel good for you too?” He asked innocently, but his eyes expressed something else, a slight darkness to them, his pupils so blown out you could barely see his bright blue irises anymore.

You grinned as you took one of his hands off your hip, bringing it to your cunt. “Rub circles with your thumb right here.” You guided him to your clit, even what little pressure he put had your head reeling.

“Like this, my Lady?”

“A bit more pressure.” You cried out as he listened to your instructions diligently. “Yes, yes, gods, just like that.” Osferth smiled proudly, helping you ride him as he rubbed your clit attentively. You threw your head back as you were nearing your own peak, the man beneath you learning faster than anyone else you’ve ever been with. “Such a good boy.” You whined, your hands grasping and scratching at your tits.

You squeaked as Osferth suddenly flipped you over onto your back, knocking the breath from your lungs as he pounded into you with abandon. Like a switch finally flipped inside him, he was taking pleasure for himself, finding confidence just like he found the courage to fight and kill alongside everyone on Uhtred’s team. You hoped you had created a monster. The way he was fucking into you, if you didn’t know he had only been a virgin half an hour ago, you would have believed he had experience beyond your years. He still had the decency to continue caring for your sensitive nub, forcing your body into overdrive as you kept climbing and climbing to reach that peak. Now you were the one whining and whimpering, how the tables turned.

With his cock continuously hitting that special spot inside of you and your stimulated clit, accompanied by the sound of Osferth’s skin slapping against yours wetly along with his soft moans in your ear, you felt that intense ecstasy you had been craving wash over you like a tidal wave. You prayed to the gods that the Dane’s camp, however many miles away, would not be able to hear your loud strained moan as you came. “Gods, Osferth!” You cried out, your hands holding onto his shoulder with a vice grip that would surely leave bruises just like he must’ve done to your hips.

“Christ-!” Osferth groaned, gripping one of your breasts as he fucked a second load into you, his vision going blurry as his second orgasm was much more powerful than the first. It was too much and not enough, all he could do was ride it out until the feeling went away.

When it seemed he came back to your realm, you were looking up at him with a proud grin. He couldn’t help but grin back, the afterglow making him dazed and giddy. “You made me come, sweet Osferth. Not many people have achieved such a feat.”

“I don’t believe you, my Lady.” He smiled, pulling out of you with a hiss and laying down beside you. It was true, but even if it wasn’t, you still wanted to stroke his ego just to see the blush on his face. “Now I understand why some take a vow of celibacy.”

You giggled, turning to lay on your stomach, resting on your elbows. “Why?”

“Because I think I could worship you now, and the Scripture says that you shall not have any gods before Him.” He smirked boyishly, trailing his pointer finger across your jawline, stopping his path to rest the finger on your bottom lip.

You gently kissed the tip of his finger, his eyes watching you intently. “As much as it might be fun to be worshiped, I have no intention to steal you away from your god.”

“You already have, my Lady.”

Needless to say, your mission for Uhtred went well. You managed to signal the rest of the group when the Danes were off guard, slaughtering everyone you all could before they retreated. And your recent lover Osferth had just the way to celebrate the newest victory.

i am such a heathen, something me and Uhtred have in common i guess

#the last kingdom #osferth #osferth the last kingdom #osferth tlk #osferth imagine #osferth x reader #osferth x f!reader #osferth x fem!reader #osferth smut #baby monk #ewan mitchell

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corpsebasil · 1 year

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Hi! I saw that you asked for requests and because we just don't have enough Nikolai content and your stories are fantastic, I made a Nikolai x Reader request :) this will be a bit longer. Sorry about that 🙈

After his coronation, Nikolai is supposed to find a suitable wife, of course. By a "coincidence" he meets reader. She is the only child of a general/lord and he falls madly in love with her. He starts courting her, they fall in love and are happy together. Everything seems perfect and he wants to propose to her. However, their meeting was not a coincidence, but planned by her father and other lords and generals. Since they are below Nikolai's ministers, they have no access to him and the palace. So Reader is sent ahead to „open“ the gates of the palace for her father and his entourage to overthrow Nikolai. Reader, however, warns Nikolai just before they do so, allowing him to save himself. Ashamed of having allowed herself to be manipulated and betraying the man she loves, she flees the palace, but is apprehended by her father's men. She leaves Nikolai a letter in which she confesses her feelings for him but also the whole truth about her father. Nikolai is absolutely devastated. Some time later, Nikolai decides to attack her father and his henchmen in their hideout and arrest them. Tamar and Tolya hear a faint heartbeat in the basement of the house and find Reader badly injured. They take her to Nikolai and back to the palace where she is treated. In the end, the two marry and live happily together, as she betrayed not Nikolai but her father and almost giving her life for Nikolai.

As you can see, I am a simp for Nikolai and happy endings with drama along the way! Would be very happy if you would write it. Thank you! 🤍

The girl, the only daughter of a lord in the north, had been locked in the basement for days now.

She clutched her hands together, staring down at the emerald ring that rested on her finger. He had proposed—her Nikolai, the love of her life, had proposed. And instead of bedding him, instead of kissing the hell out of him and celebrating their engagement, all she could do was cry.

She told him the truth, then. That her father had used her as a pawn, had used him as a pawn, to steal his throne and conquer his kingdom.

Nikolai had only stared at her in horror, his own heart breaking at her words, and stared down at his new fiancée, down on her knees and begging for his forgiveness.

“Was any of it real?” He had asked, eyes lining with water as he stepped away, staring down at the girl crumpled into a heap at his feet. “All this time—did you ever love me?”

She had wept, hiding her face in her hands as she nodded, praying to every Saint above for his forgiveness. Because yes, gods yes, she loved him. She had been flustered when they met, by chance, she a visiting courtier attending a party in Ravka thrown in the prince’s honor. When he’d seen her, catching her stare across the ballroom, he’d winked. And when he appeared next to her like an apparition, begging for a dance, she almost forgot herself in that blue gaze as she accepted.

Almost.

Because she had been sent as a spy, as a distraction, in order to further her father’s access to the palace. And when he’d kissed her that first time, that perfect mouth against her own, she’d almost cracked. Almost told him right then of all the scheming and treachery—but she couldn’t. Because she was selfish, and she was falling for him, and she didn’t want to waste a single precious second with the prince of Ravka.

So when he had proposed, dropping to his knees to beg for her hand, telling her he’d love her until the last of his days, she’d broken. All she could feel was the weight of her betrayal and manipulation, and she’d broke, bursting into tears and begging for his forgiveness.

But he hadn’t.

He’d only stared at her, disbelief and heartbreak crossing his face, as he questioned every touch, every glance, every night spent tangled up in sheets together, his name a desperate plead against his mouth. He’d bedded her, for gods sakes. He’d bedded and loved and cared for her, and she…she was a traitor.

And when she fled into the night, in pain and heartbroken, she’d been captured by her father’s men. Seeing the pain on her face and absorbing her refusal to tell them anything, to give them an inch, for that she’d been tortured and locked in that basement, her life draining from her with every heartbeat.

Her father loved her, she knew that. But he loved power more.

So she fought him. She fought him with everything she had, and when he’d stabbed her, when desperation filled his face and he begged her to forgive him, to find a healer, she refused. She’d rather die than live in a world where she wasn’t Nikolai’s wife; she was a traitor, and she’d die like one.

So she closed her eyes and slept, her breathing growing shallow, and slipped gratefully into the darkness.

***

Nikolai had been betrayed.

The ache of it had filled every inch of his body, and he couldn’t shake the memory of it. Of her—the only woman he had dared to truly love, begging on her knees for his forgiveness. Warning him of the treachery of her father. And when word had been sent that she’d been kidnapped, that unspeakable horrors were being committed to her, he didn’t know whether he wanted to run to her or for her to rot.

“Please, Nik.” Tamar begged, one of Y/N’s closest friends at the palace. “She’s a good person. She never would’ve told you about her father if she didn’t—”

“She never loved me.” He spat, whirling on his guard, and the woman glared.

“She loved you with everything she had.” Tamar argued, glaring at her prince with an authority he’d never seen before on her face. “Trust me. If anyone would know, it’d be me.”

“And how would you—”

“Because I’m the one she told about the plot.” She growled, getting right into his face. “I’m the one she went to for advice. Because I’m the only one who trusts her with my entire heart—unlike you apparently. Some fiancé you are.”

His breathing quickened, and he stared, contemplating every word. Could it be true? Could she—was it real?

“Did she really love me?” He asked, voice hoarse with grief, and was stunned to see Tamar tearing up.

“You were all she talked about.” The Grisha admitted, glancing down at the floor. “I couldn’t get her to shut up about you.” She took a deep breath, looking up at the prince. “If you don’t love her, I understand. But I’m going after her. I’m going to save her, and I’ll do it with or without your help.”

Nikolai stared back, hardly able to breathe, but nodded, allowing a kernel of hope to bloom inside his broken, shattered chest. And so when Tamar explained the plan, explained what would happen, they plotted throughout the night, and left in the morning.

***

Y/N was barely breathing when she heard the voices.

She’d been hearing noise for hours now, above her, noises that sounded like guns and screaming and death. Good, she had thought. Let the bastards die. But her eyes closed, tiredness covering every inch of her, and her hand finally left her stab wound, the hole in her stomach wide and leaking blood at a rapid pace.

She was done trying to survive. She had held the wound off and on, groaning when the pain became too much to bear, but she was done. She didn’t care if she died there, on the floor. Didn’t care if she never saw Nikolai—

The thought made her gasp, pain flooding every inch of her, as she pictured his vivid blue eyes and his gorgeous face. That face that had smiled at her, had teased her, had bought her gifts and showered her with affection and—and—

A strangled sob left her mouth at the realization that she’d never see him again. She knew tonight was her last night. She could feel it in her soul. So she closed her eyes, focusing on that image of him, of her fiancé, in her mind, and allowed her blood to spill out onto the floor.

***

When she woke, her entire body felt strange. Her eyelids were heavy as she forced them open, glancing around at the space she was in. Not the basement no, but familiar bedchambers. Bedchambers she’d slept in, had had meals in, had been touched in—

She almost jolted upright at the realization before pain made her lay back down, a low moan slipping from her lips.

A hand touched hers so fast she startled, and looked up into the eyes of Tamar, her best friend letting out a strangled sob at the sight of her awake.

“Y/N,” the woman gasped, clutching her hand and bringing it to her own chest. “We thought you’d—I could barely hear your heart and—”

“I’m…” the girl forced out, still fighting the urge to fall back asleep. “…fine.”

“Like hell you are.” Another voice told her, and she turned her head, spotting Tolya blinking awake on the chair beside her bed. The male clutched her shoulder in a gentle squeeze, his brown eyes soft. “We searched for you for almost half an hour. I thought Tamar would kill me if I didn’t find you.”

“I would have.” Her best friend promised, and Y/N let out a shaking laugh.

“I’m sorry.” She croaked, clearing her throat against the dryness while Tolya poured her some water. “I never meant for—I mean, I knew but—” she swallowed again, her eyes beginning to fill with tears. “I loved you all. I do love you all. And when he—” she couldn’t speak anymore, remembering the agony on Nikolai’s face, and her mouth crumpled. She couldn’t stop herself from crying, embarrassed as she wept, and didn’t protest, despite her pain, when Tolya wrapped her arms around her in a hug.

Her favorite siblings were both cooing sympathies, touching her hair and comforting her, when the bedroom door opened. Tolya pulled away immediately, but Tamar lingered, a territorial look on her face when the prince of Ravka ventured into the room. Y/N looked away from him, pressing her face into Tamar’s shoulder, and the older girl simply ran a hand along her back in support.

“If you hurt her,” Tamar threatened, refusing to stand down to her prince, her captain, that dominated her in leadership in every way possible. “I will kill you.”

Tolya startled, shooting his sister a horrified glance, but Nikolai only bowed his head in deference.

“I understand.” He said, voice low and breaking, and Tolya moved out of his chair towards the door. Tamar gave Y/N a questioning look, a look that asked if she felt comfortable being alone, before the girl nodded. Tamar sent Nikolai one last death stare before leaving the room, shutting it behind her.

Y/N and Nikolai didn’t speak, her eyes fixed on some corner of furniture across the room, her stomach aching with the stitches and her heart throbbing in her chest. After a moment, she spoke, her voice tired and soft.

“You should’ve let me die.” She told him, still somehow missing the cold bliss of the blackness that had ended her pain and depression. She remembered what slipping into it had felt like, when she felt her blood against her own fingers and had simply slept. Peaceful. Painless.

“You know I couldn’t allow that.”

“Why?” Her voice snapped out of her and she winced, allowing her fingers to seek out the stitches in her stomach, remembering her father’s blade. It was tender to the touch, the wound, and the pads of her fingers traced the thread woven into her skin. “You didn’t want me then. Why should you—“

“I have always wanted you.” Nikolai argued, sitting down beside her. When he peeled back the covers and eyed her wound, his heart tripped over itself. “You—for me?”

“I would rather have died down there than you hate me.” She sniffed, looking away. But then his hand caught her face and she was forced to look at him, her eyes filling with tears as they stared up at him.

“I love you.” He insisted, leaning down to kiss her brow, and held her when she shook against him. “I’m going to marry you, Y/N Y/L/N. And you cannot stop me.”

“I want that.” She sniffed, pushing past the pain enough to loop an arm around his neck. To breathe in his scent and to touch his hair. She almost cried harder, remembering how she’d held onto his image as she’d laid dying. The Saints were looking after her, then. If they’d let her survive.

“I love you.” He repeated, kissing her softly, and she clutched at him, her eyes spilling over.

“I love you too.” She swore, and was thankful that they had saved her. And when they did get married, when her wound healed and they started their life together, she didn’t miss her father or his conspirators.

Not one bit.

BOOM I hope you like it

#shadow and bone #nikolai lantsov #nikolai lantsov x reader #nikolai x reader #angst #shadow and bone imagine #fluff

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l0velylecter · 1 year

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Could you do headcanons on what nicknames the cod guys have for the reader? ALSO EATING UP ALL YOUR COD POSTS ISTG THEYRE SO SMACKING >:]

— the cod : mw ii men + nicknames ! characters : simon ‘ghost’ riley, john ‘soap’ mactavish, alejandro vargas, captain john price, phillip graves, kyle ‘gaz’ garrick, rodolfo parra fandom : call of duty modern warfare ii tags : f!reader, not proofread rating : g for general , sfw!

01 | Soap would call you hen, bonnie, and love. He’s a big ol’ sap, so pet names are definitely on the table, and when he’s especially moved or feeling more affectionate than usual, he’d call you mo ghràdh, which is Gaelic for my love. Nothing makes him happier than teaching you the language, laughing as the words clumsily roll down your tongue.

02 | Graves calls you baby, babygirl, sugar, darl’, and sweetheart. He has a bunch of other nicknames for you, the list goes on, and they’re always so coy and smug as they roll down his tongue with a southern drawl. He's definitely big on pet names as a form of affection. 03 | Alejandro is known to be romantic, and he's old school, going with cariño, mi vida, amor, princesa. And sometimes, when he's feeling a little playful, he'd call you mami with a knowing smirk or a grin plastered across his face — leaving you flustered and blushing. 04 | Gaz calls you love, babe, darling, and hun, and you tease him about how painfully British he is. But your favorite has to be doll or angel, something about how he looks at you as he says it: eyes filled with awe and quiet admiration. It’s 10/10 guaranteed to earn him a kiss. 05 | Price refers to you as the missus and goes along with darling, sweetheart, honey, love. You love how the words sound out of his mouth, his voice gruff and heavy like whiskey. You especially love it when he hugs you from behind to whisper them against your ear, beard tickling your neck and making you squeal.

06 | Rodolfo is absolutely infatuated with you, obsessed if you will, so he is always calling you sweet names like corazón, mi celo, mi reina, bebé, and the list goes on. He sometimes sings a tune with it, showing just how excited he is to be home and next to you. And you love him all the more for that. 07 | In the beginning, Ghost wasn't big on pet names, and he will never call you them in the presence of others. But when you're alone, and he's sitting by the couch to listen to the vinyl you've just put on and cleaning his equipment, he'd call you from the kitchen — " would you pass me the screwdriver, love ?" You'd immediately drop everything you're doing to be by his side. He had stared at you, slightly surprised, eyebrow raised curiously. From then on, he'd let slip a couple of names like love, girl, princess, and even sweetheart.

a/n : anon you’re so sweet !!! a thousand smooches for you !! i’m so happy to hear that you’re eating up my work 🙈 the chef is blushing !!! i hope you enjoy this one too <3 it’s a bit short but sweet so i hope you like it + i made it f!reader because you did not specify and i freestyled, HOWEVER, if you had wanted it to be gender neutral let me know and i don’t mind making another one xx 😙 thanks for requesting, i had fun writing this !!

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lipglossanon · 7 months

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DON'T YOU EVEN GET ME STARTED. Like, Mother Gloss, c’mon- like I’ve been wanting to send in an ask about reader giving sweet!stepdad head for such a long time OH MY GOODDDDDD-

Just think about the very first time reader tries to give Leon a blowjob, and the man is still very much struggling with thoughts that he doesn’t deserve purely selfish acts of pleasure (which isn’t true in the slightest, he finds out later when his fingers discover the soaked stated of their panties). I think in canon this could be supported by maybe the addition that reader’s mother didn’t really do all that much for him in the bedroom, and mans has a bad track record with romantic partners in general, (god though ada is so fuckin hot), so he’s not really used to being pampered. Or, really having his base needs met outside of the act of sex itself. It's pretty visible that Leon's character is one that's left always wanting more, yk? I can see that lonely, sad little dork savoring every time fingers are carded through his hair, and every time his cheek is kissed he feels an almost stinging tingle of the presence it’s left behind on his skin for a few minutes. Touch starved!leon anyways-

All of this to say that he would absolutely be stammering the first time they guided him to sit down on the catch with a glint in their eye, swiftly moving to get on their knees in front of him. Of course he could blame his blush on the (rapidly fading) summer heat and of course he could blame his being flustered on the fact that this is really taking place in the middle of their day, but would the reader really help it? No, we all float down here, Georgie, and we’re all sexually rabid for men that will never exist. In this essay I will-

“B-baby you don’t really need to-” Leon’s usually sultry voice was knocked off its pedestal, each word being wavered by a nervous laugh that seemed to persist through his talking. There was almost a nervous quivering underneath.

“I want to, so bad, please?” And how could he really argue with that? So here Leon is, having only a few awkward or maybe one or two sultry blowjobs; seeing the person he has loved the most in his life enthusiastically sucking his cock? Leon feels like he's going to explode. The reader’s fingers quickly unbuckle his belt and unbutton his slacks, god how are their fingers so nimble- next thing he knows, there’s this wet, suckling heaven around his sensitive head. And reader, being so mischievous, decided not to pace themselves! Wow, what a surprise. Anyways, Leon feels this wet heat that just gets tighter and tighter around his cock as their lips slowly make as close as they initially can to the base, before moving to come back up. He thought they were sucking hard before? At this point, this poor man was convinced that you were trying to steal his soul.

Leon S. Kennedy was never so embarrassed in his life. In around a minute flat you had managed to make him cum, he tries to salvage this in any way he can with a snarky quip or maybe just an opening to conversation, but nothing comes forth. He’s just so caught off guard and vulnerable that at this point he doesn’t truly know what to do, but he doesn’t have to worry much as the reader decided to perch themselves on his lap and start making out with him.

Anyways stop inspiring me. I want to do a prompt over now ;-; But how are you holding up!! I hope this makes up for my absence, and if it doesn’t, expect much more >:) !!! but also expect more anyways lol. I wrote this very zooted on the za, very late, very tired. I’m going to sleep. Mwah mwah to you and the blog, every time you write you eat and leave no crumbs

Ahhhh!! 🙈 🙈 thank you so much!! 🤭

And oh my gosh, yes!! 👏 👏 😤 I’m totally with you! I think he’s touch starved and like wants a meaningful connection but has a hard time letting his guard down so covers it up with snarky little one liners or like tries to play it all Mr. Cool when he’s just this cute little dork who needs the sloppiest head imaginable and then rode until he’s babbling complete nonsense 😌

But yessss sweet stepdad would cum so fast the first time you sucked him off; he’s just so overwhelmed especially when you’re moaning and whining almost as loud as him 😵‍💫 😵‍💫

Haha I’ll never stop 😈 😆 and I’m holding up well! 🥰 I hope you’re doing amazingly and I can’t wait to see what you have in store 👀 👀

😘 😘

#ask box #unmotivated furby mother #lipglossanon #lipglossanswers #sweet stepdad!leon s kennedy

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froggibus · 1 year

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I love your writing, especially your overwatch stuff!!! The lack of ashe content is 😭 tho, do you have anything in the works? If not maybe could we get a story that's ashe x f! reader or ashe x cassidy pretty please? 🙈

"You Scared?" - Ashe

Pairing: Ashe x reader

Genre: fluff?

Word Count: 700

Summary: Ashe comes over to watch horror movies and comforts you when you're scared

CW: horror movies + horror movie tropes, reader is kind of a scaredy cat ngl, first kiss, cuddling, just soft stuff

im negl i struggled with this omg. i love ashe but writing her is kinda hard for me cause i don't regularly hc her as anything! but honestly i loved writing this and i really like trying to challenge myself to do better. thank you for requesting <3 hopefully this makes up for the tragic lack of ashe content

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A blood curdling scream sounds from the tv. You flinch, drawing your knees closer into your chest and the blanket farther around your shoulders. The scream rings in your ears, a chill lurks on the back of your neck.

Ashe scoffs, taking a sip of her wine. “You scared?”

“Pft—me? Scared?” You try to match her teasing tone, but your voice is shaky.

In your defence, the movie is scary. A teenager being stalked by a masked killer, a call from the killer coming from inside the house? It sets your nerves on fire.

Of course, not as much as the woman sitting across from you on the couch. Her red eyes ghosting over you are enough to make your heart race and palms sweat.

“It’s written all over your face, sugar.”

Your face heats up at her words. “This is just my…movie watching face.”

“Right,” red irises roll behind black eyeliner. “Well, don’t worry, doll. Nobody’s gonna hurt you with me around.”

Your mouth feels dry, and your words fail you. You nod to her, hoping she can’t hear the pounding of your heart in your chest. You force yourself to focus back on the movie and the woman getting crushed by a garage door.

While your eyes focus on the screen, Ashe focuses on you. The way your nose scrunches up at the blood and gore is so cute that she can’t seem to look away. You look so small and fragile curled up in a ball on her couch.

Nothing like the people she’s used to—the rugged men that man her crew, the conniving women that run with her gang. No, you’re something else entirely. Something softer. Something that she needs more than anything right now.

Your shoulders relax when the killing's done, focusing on a dorky kid who likes movies instead. You feel like you can breathe again and take your eyes off of the screen for the first time in a while.

You look up just to see Ashe staring at you. “What?” You ask.

“Just admiring the view,” she smirks.

“Yeah? Do you like it when I’m scared?”

The white-haired woman sips her wine, muttering under her breath, “only cause you look so damn cute.”

You raise an eyebrow. “What was that?”

“Only cause you look so damn cute.”

Her words take you aback. She’s always been blunt, speaking her mind. But you never thought—never considered—she’d be interested in you. You can feel heat spreading up your neck.

She laughs. “Cat got your tongue?”

You bite your lip and nod, worried anything you say now will just come out as a high pitched squeak or an incomprehensible jumble of words.

She leans forwards suddenly, fingers ghosting across your cheek. She leans in, lips hovering just above yours. “It’d be a shame to let such a pretty mouth go to waste.”

She closes the gap between you. Her lips are warm and soft, red lipstick smearing onto your lips, marking you as hers. She runs her hand up your cheek, up your temple, and into your hair. Her touch is so gentle, unlike anything you’ve ever felt before.

You’re too flustered to speak when she pulls away. Her taste lingers on your tongue and all you want is more. She’s smiling at you, taking in the awestruck look on your face.

Before either of you can say anything, another scream from the TV fills the room. You flinch at the sudden noise, your shoulders crinkling together.

“Come here,” she says, opening up her arms to you. “Sit with me, I’ll protect you.”

You scooch across the couch until you’re pressed against her, one arm on either side of you and your head on her chest. She’s so warm and her arms are so strong that you can’t help but feel safe with her.

The movie isn’t so scary after that.

#overwatch 2 #overwatch #ow2 #overwatch x reader #overwatch x you #ow #overwatch fic #xreader #overwatch headcanons #ashe x reader #ashe x You #elizabeth ashe #ashe overwatch

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munsonownsmyass · 1 year

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Billy Russo x reader

Summary: Inheriting your grandmother's house, you quickly realize you need some help fixing it up. So you call a local contractor, Billy Russo.

Warnings: pining. Sooo much pining. Fluff, mentions of Billy's not so happy past, kissing, fingering, unprotected sex.

Author's note: I made for my dear @e-dubbc11 after this little thot exchange. Ericca, I know my original plan was to make it for your birthday, so I'm sorry I'm late. But here it is. I hope you love it ❤️

Oh, and I was a little self-indulgent with the best friend... ops 🤣🙈

Looking up at the old house where you’ve spent every summer as a kid, you smile to yourself. The years had been hard on the woodwork and ever since your grandmother moved to the nursery home, everything had been left untouched. Bushes growing wild, the grass so tall you could easily hide in it. But still, it felt like it always had. It felt like home and now it was yours.

The front door binds a little as you try to push it open, the smell of stale air instantly hitting you like a brick wall. Yeah, you should probably open the windows, get some fresh air in. Walking around, you notice how every surface is covered in dust, cobwebs hanging in almost every corner. This was gonna take a lot of work and you couldn’t wait to get started.

The first few days are spent cleaning. You’ve noticed a lot of damages to the house you can’t fix yourself, so you had already contacted a contractor in town, and you needed the place to look less abandoned before he would get here. The whole town may know all about your granny being away for years, but still… You couldn’t bring yourself to let strangers into a house that looked like a mess.

Monday morning, as you sit with your morning coffee on the porch, two cars pull up in front of the house. Russo Home Repairs, supposedly the best in town. He sounded nice on the phone, which was a plus, but honestly you were just happy for the help.

Walking towards the cars, you almost trip over your feet when the driver gets out. You had expected an older man, not this. A tall and very handsome dark-haired man with a smile that could make a Colgate commercial jealous. As he comes closer, you see his dark eyes match the hair.

“You must be y/n? I’m Billy Russo.” He says, politely extending his hand for you to take. You take it, hoping he doesn’t notice how flustered you already are. He probably already knows the effect he has on women, but you’re quite embarrassed at how easily he makes your heart flutter.

Behind him, two men exits the second car. Like Mr. Russo, they are so handsome you almost think your life have changed into a Danielle Steel novel. When they introduce themselves as Quinn McKenna and Matt Murdock, you make a mental note to call your friend as soon as you get back inside. She needs to hear about this.

You manage to pull yourself together long enough to show the men around the property, discussing what needs to be done. Luckily, they are well-versed in both the interior and exterior, so they’re willing to help with the house as well as the grounds. Maybe two or three months of work. Already finding it hard to focus now, you don’t even know how you’ll manage a few months. This was gonna be hard.

The buzzing of your phone pulls you out of your trance. And thank God for that, because you realize you’ve been staring at Mr. Russo for a good 10 minutes. But how can you not, when he makes tearing down a ceiling look so good? Tapping the green icon, you exhale sharply, not even trying to hide your frustration.

“It’s that bad?”

“It is. Instead of doing something useful, I’ve been staring at him for 10 minutes.” You whisper, pushing away from your little chair in the corner, walking into the next room. On the other end Lily just laughs.

“He can’t be that hot.”

“He is. They all are.” You sigh, sitting down in a corner, strategically placed so you can still watch the three gorgeous men making quick work of demolishing the living room. It should be illegal having this sinful sight before you. Tool belts hung low on their hips, making their pants slide down slightly. Their t-shirts sliding up as they raise their arms, revealing a bit of skin. Really, really good-looking skin. Looking with no shame, you follow the little happy trail down to where it disappears under the waistband. Almost whining, you turn away from them. “I need to find another contractor.”

“And not even give me a chance to see their hotness for myself? No way.” She states, the sound of fingers tapping away on her keyboard. “When you asked me to help you with the house, all I had to look forward to was mildew. So you’re not firing the hunks before I get a chance to see them.”

And as promised, you didn’t. Lily arrives a few days later and not even a minute after exiting her car, she stares at the house, mouth open wide as she slowly removes her sunglasses. You already know what caught her eye, as you glance at the porch where the men are taking a break.

“Holy shit.” Lily gasps, staring at them like you’ve done the last few weeks. “They are freaking hot!”

“Told you.” You smirk, as you gesture for her to follow you up to the house. Leaning in closer, Lily whispers under her breath. “How you’ve manged not to get water damage in your basement is beyond me, cause mine’s already flooded.” Lily moan desperately.

Unable to hold back, you burst out laughing, attracting the attention of the men. Billy’s dark eyes find yours and instantly you feel warm. Damn, a man should not hold this much power over you.

The next few days are spend trying to work. The keyword was trying. You and Lily often found yourself staring at the men instead of doing any actual work. Lily kept whispering lewd comments in your ear, causing you both to giggle like schoolgirls. The men often looked at you with knowing smiles on their faces. There was no way they didn’t know, but no one said anything.

Shared lunch became a steady ritual, most days spent together in the shadow under the big tree. Lily and Matt often sat beside each other, him with a giant smile and Lily blushing a bright pink. They were quite sweet, dancing around each other. It was only a matter of time, you thought, before you’d stumble in on them going at it in the guestroom.

You, on the other hand, only had eyes for Billy. You had tried to write if of as a simple crush, but by each passing day you felt yourself growing fonder of him. He had told you about his past, growing up in a group home and later joining the marines. But it was a hard life, so he had retired, moved to this quiet little town in Connecticut and started his company with his friends. He had been through so much, but still had a positive outlook on life. It only made you like him more.

You all fall into this casual rhythm. They’re no longer just men working here. They always seem to linger, never really eager to go home. They are all single, an information you got thanks to Lily, so some days they stayed for dinner since they didn’t have any places to go after work.

As you sit in the backyard, eating another slice of pizza that’s already turned cold, you look at Billy. The last rays of sunshine falls on his face, accentuating his beautiful features. He really is very beautiful. He doesn’t notice you looking at him, at least you don’t hope so, his eyes fixed on Quinn and Matt as they gang up on Lily, throwing her in the pool. When he laughs, he scrunches his nose ever so slightly.

You allow your eyes to wander down. There’s no harm in looking, right? His upper body is bare after his dip in the pool, small beads of water still clinging to his soft skin. You can’t help but notice the scars on his body, wondering how he got them.

“Finding anything interesting?”

You look up to find him looking at you with a soft smile. To your horror, you realize you’ve been leaning in closer, so you pull away. With a light chuckle, he turns to you, his beautiful dark eyes even darker in fading sunlight. “It’s alright. You can ask.”

“How did you get that big one?” you ask, gently tracing your finger over the scars on his right shoulder. A soft sigh from Billy makes you realize what you’re doing, so you remove your fingers quickly.

“It’s not a very pretty story.” He looks down at the scar, tracing it with his thumb. There’s a sadness in his eyes, that makes you wanna reach out, to hug him, but you’re afraid you’ll overstep.

“Yeah, I can imagine war stories aren’t pretty.” You try, leaning in a little closer. He looks at you for a moment before he clears his throat.

“I was 10. At the group home, there was this…” he pauses, huffing out a cold laugh. “Good Samaritan. A guy who was supposed to take care of us. He took a liking to me, and he tried to…”

The expression on Billy’s face tells it all. You reach out and place your hand on his. He looks up at you, his eyes filled with the ghosts of his past. Ha takes your hand in his, his thumb drawing soothing circles on the back of your had. You wonder if it’s more for his benefit than your own. You don’t say a word, silently waiting for Billy to continue.

“I managed to defend myself, but he broke my arm. Tore the rotator cuff in three places.”

“I’m so sorry that happened to you.”

“It’s okay. My life didn’t turn out that bad. I mean, I ended up here.” He says with a playful smile that makes your heart flutter. “But it did destroy my chances of becoming a professional baseball player.”

“Oh, was that your big dream?”

“Absolutely. I could have been the next Joe DiMaggio.” He says confidently, puffing out his chest slightly. He looks adorable and you can’t help but giggle.

“I have no idea who that is.” You shrug apologetically, biting your bottom lip. Billy feigns being hurt, causing you to chuckle. He then excitedly tells you all about DiMaggio and as the sun sets in the horizon, minutes turn into hours as you slowly fall deeper in love with Billy.

It was one of the hottest summers in years, which turned out to be a blessing. Sure, you were warm, but so were the guys, which meant several days with them shirtless. Today was one of those days. During your break from painting the kitchen, you and Lily found yourself doing your new favourite thing: watching the men work. Their muscles playing under their sun kissed skin, the beads of sweat dripping down their toned chests.

Lily sighs beside you, her eyes fixed on Matt as he sands down a piece of wood. Occasionally he wipes off the sawdust, his hands sliding over his perfect abs.

“Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to be that piece of wood.” She whines as she stuffs another piece of candy into her mouth. You just grin, nudging her shoulder.

“Why don’t you just go talk to him?”

“Huh, says the woman who’s practically drooling over the boss boy and haven’t made a move either.” Lily shoots back. You look over at Billy, just as he takes off his shirt, wiping away the sweat from his forehead. His chest is glistening in the midday sun, muscles flexed as he carries another piece of wood over to Matt and Quinn.

You don’t even hear Lily talking to you, lost in the sight before you. As Billy reaches for a pencil, the movement makes you look at his hips and how those pants hang dangerously low, showing of his v-line. What you wouldn’t give to run your tongue over-

“Okay, that’s it. I’m gonna go distract Quinn and Matt, while you talk to Billy.”

“What? What would I even talk to him about?”

“I don’t know, but you better think quickly.” Lily blurts out, before smiling wide. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe Mr. Russo can help you.” she says with a raised voice, making Billy look up at the mentioning of his name. As you silently plan Lily’s murder, she just walks towards Matt with a giggle.

“What can I do for you, miss y/l/n?” Billy asks with a smile, as he walks closer, wiping his hands in the little cloth hanging from his toolbelt. Barely managing to tear your eyes away from his midsection, you look into his dark eyes, nervously fidgeting with your fingers.

“Uhm, was thinking that we could… uhm… fix the gazebo as well? Now that you’re here anyways.” You mumble, afraid you’re barely making sense. Relax, woman. He’s just a man. A very sexy, sweet man with a voice like velvet and eyes you could drown in.

Billy smiles softly, pointing towards where Lily is standing with Matt. “We already talked about this. Matt will fix it.”

You’re embarrassed and quite sure you’re as red as a tomato, judging by the grin on Billy’s face. Mumbling an apology, you avert his gaze, mortified. Never one to be a good liar, Lily should never have left you unsupervised.

To your surprise, Billy closes the distance between the two of you, his index finger hooking under your chin, carefully lifting your gaze to his. “Is there anything else I can do for you?”

As you take in his words, you forget how to breathe, focused on how close he is too you. You can feel the heat radiating of his body, drawing you in. How easy it would be to just lean in, just a few inches.

The sound of Billy’s phone pulls you back to reality. You pull away as he reaches for the phone. Flustered, you turn towards the house, tripping over your feet in your eagerness to get into the house, into safety. At this point you don’t think it’s even possible to get redder, still you feel the heat in your cheeks, when you hear Billy chuckling softly behind you. Shit, he saw. Dammit.

Once inside, you make your way into the kitchen. “Fucking stupid. Finally getting a chance and I embarrass myself.” Burying your face in your hands, you groan in defeat. “I can never look him in the eyes again.”

“I hope you will, cause I’d hate if I never got to see those beautiful eyes of yours again.”

Turning around, you find Billy leaning against the doorframe, smiling softly, his dark eyes fixed on you. He pushes of the frame, slowly making his way over to you. Stopping a few inches from you, he puts his hands on the counter on either side of you on the counter, caging you in.

“Ever since that first day, I’ve been waiting for a chance to get you alone.” He purrs, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. “Maybe I should have done something sooner.”

He leans in, eyes searching yours for permission. When your lips finally meet, it takes your breath away. For a moment, all that exists is his lips against yours. His soft, perfect lips. Your entire body is on fire, his touch sending shivers down your spine. Breaking away for air, your breathing is already strained, never felt like this before.

He leans in to kiss you again, the feeling of his lips like gasoline to the fire. Unable to hold back, your hand moves up his muscular body, ending entangled in his hair. Pulling him closer, your claim his lips in another greedy kiss. Moving his hands down, he hoists you up by your thighs, lifting you up onto the counter.

Billy’s strong hands move up your thighs, pushing your dress out of the way. Leaning in, he kisses down the column of your neck, pulling sweet whimpers from you. Greedy hands roam over your body, pulling your dress down. Kissing his way down to your breast, he takes your nipple into his mouth.

“Fuck.” You moan out, throwing your head back in ecstasy. You can feel Billy smirking against your skin, sucking your nipple harder. His free hand finds your core, already soaking wet for him. Pushing one finger into your wet heat, you whimper out his name, begging for more.

“Billy, please, just… Please…” you plea desperately. Billy claims your lips in a greedy kiss, pushing another finger into you. It takes no time for you to come around his skilled fingers, burying your head in the crook of his neck to stifle your moan.

“Shh, don’t want the others to hear us.” He whispers with a grin, pulling his fingers from your cunt only to lick your slick off his long digits.

Trembling with anticipation, your fingers make quick work of his belt and zipper, pulling his pants down just enough to free his aching cock. Captivated, you watch as he fists himself, pumping his cock a few times. The muscles of his abdomen tighten with each pass of his fist, making you clench around nothing.

He lines himself up, the head of his cock grazes your slick lips, sending small bolts of pleasure through your body. Billy leans forward, his breath ghosting against your earlobe, “I've been dreaming about this.”

He kisses your neck softly, pulling soft whimpers from you. Pushing forward, his cock parts your lips with ease. He buries himself in one thrust, deep enough to make you shiver. You look into his beautiful lustblown eyes, dark like obsidian. You kiss him with unknown hunger, weeks of want poured into it. And then he starts moving, slow deep thrusts. Billy whimpers, his breath hitched, overwhelmed by the feeling of you.

Thrusting into you at a steady pace, he makes you whimper, pulling the most sinful noises from you with each drag of his delicious cock. You’re lost in the feeling of him, lost in the pleasure. Barely able to think, you can barely form a sentence.

A few more drags of his cock is all it takes, before you clamp down on him, screaming out his name as you come undone. It’s not before Billy follows, emptying himself in you, filling you up with his cum. You fall against him, both of you panting heavily.

As you both come down from your high, Billy holds you close, not wanting to let go as he plants soft kisses on your lips and neck. You stay like that for a few minutes, just savouring each other.

"Fuck. Not you guys too"

You turn to find Quinn in the doorway, his expression priceless. Clearly frustrated, he walks to the fridge and finds a beer, twisting off the cap. You try your best to cover up, the situation so weird you can't do nothing but laugh.

"It's bad enough I had to look at the lovesick puppies out there, playing tonsil tennis. And now this?!" He points at the two of you, taking a sip of his beer. "What about me?"

You and Billy can't help but chuckle as he does his best to pull away without exposing you. When you're descent he helps you down from the counter. You walk over and pat Quinn lovingly on the cheek, giggling softly.

"Don't worry. I have a friend that would love you."

"I fucking hope so." Quinn says, as he walks out of the kitchen, sipping his beer. Billy turn to you, laughing as he cups your cheeks. Placing another soft kiss on your lips, he looks into your eyes. "Are you okay?"

"Never been better." You say with a smile, already looking forward to the rest of the summer.

Thank you so much for reading. Feedback and reblogs are much appreciated ❤️

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lizzybeth1986 · 8 months

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Would you be in the mood to do a quick hc of what it would be like to romance Kiara? Like what kind of person would you have to be to catch her eye? If you're bad at learning languages would that be a turn off of hers? I just didn't understand what she saw in Drake lol it felt so random when they wrote that in lol

Hello, @masked-alien-lesbian! Thank you so much for another lovely Kiara ask - I love talking about her, Hana and Liam xD

So! HC's on Kiara as a love interest? I'm game!! 😃 (It's going to be long tho...I am incapable of writing anything quick sorry!! 🙈)

So I had my own thoughts, but I also often discuss Kiara (and our other common fave characters) with a group of close friends (thank you so much for the additional inputs, @cassiopeiacorvus, @thecapturedafrique and @mand-delemonde! 🤗🤗🤗). I found that we agreed on several things when it came to writing Kiara romantically, and the kind of person we liked to pair her with. These things I found the most important:

A Respect for Diplomacy.

I feel like even if they don't show an inclination, it's alright as long as they do not look down on the value of diplomacy and diplomatic relations.

I can see her even with someone who may be militaristic in their approach, as long as they value diplomacy. Having someone who is their opposite in approach can be beneficial as a match as that allows for different perspectives but there should be a healthy respect from both sides.

An Enthusiasm for Learning.

I feel like they don't need to even be the most knowledgeable person in the room, but there should be a willingness to be open to different perspectives. Kiara is herself someone who likes to learn new things and educate herself. I feel like she would want someone who shows that kind of energy and respects her love for her pursuits as well.

An Appreciation for Different Cultures.

I can see her with someone who likes travel, loves to explore different cultures, and yes - would like to learn languages. I don't think they need to be polyglots like her and her family, but someone she can talk about nuances of language with who would find joy in those discussions, and not look at it as some weird interest, or look down on her for it, or doubt her proficiency (Madeleine, the MC and Maxwell do this at least once each in the original series).

From what I've seen in canon, she has never shown any disdain for people who don't know French as well as she does (eg. In Lythikos in TRR1, she is only offended when you ask her to sleep with you in French). People in fandom have called her a snob for this skill, and the MC in TRR3 was allowed to do the same...but tbh she doesn't show any snobbery through this skill or when other people aren't as good at it. So I can definitely see her happier with someone who is willing to explore different cultures with respect and enthusiasm, than someone who doesn't care or looks upon these pursuits with disdain.

Physicality

So this section, and the next, is where I get into what the narrative has to say about Kiara's feelings for Drake. The first time we get a hint of that is when Kiara gets flustered seeing Drake shirtless in TRR2 Ch3 during the barn raising (if you choose to partner with Drake). She also pays attention to the fit of his suit, as you can see in TRR3 Ch 7 when a single Drake comes with the group to her province. In TRH, she talks of liking more rugged, down-to-earth men if the MC is married to Drake. So at least in terms of men that's what canon claims she may like, but that can always change!

In terms of women...canon doesn't say much about her sexuality either way (except that she initially seems shocked during Savannah's bachelorette if you ask her to play bed-wed-dead with female options, but she does proceed then to pick options! Olivia to sleep with, Penelope to marry). So anything is game!! In my personal headcanon (and I mention this in a story of mine titled "The Perfect Gift") that she is "woefully specific" in the kind of man she wants, but finds herself attracted to a wide range of women. So physicality and personality wise I can see her with a wide range of women, ranging from very masculine presenting to ultra feminine presenting femmes.

Loyalty to Friends and Family.

I have begun to realize that very often fandom tends to limit Kiara's feelings for Drake to just the previous point, and assumes that canonically all she feels for him is just plain lust. I feel this ignores something Kiara herself tells us in TRR2 Ch4, during the garden party. There, Kiara tells us that her fondness for Drake began when they were younger - seeing his loyalty and dedication to his friend Liam.

Kiara herself is affectionate in her own way towards her friends and family, though she also employs "tough love". Very often she guides and defends Penelope and Zeke, even though they sometimes frustrate her. She also is from a family that shows an abundance of love and care for each other, and I would think she would appreciate a spouse who would appreciate and value her family as well. So yes, I can see her highly valuing loyalty and filial relationships, especially healthy balanced filial relationships. I cannot see her with someone who would view the people she loves and values with disdain.

And while Kiara herself may not require this as a character, I would like to see the people around her show the same loyalty and love towards her as well. Unfortunately in canon, even Penelope and Ezekiel - her own best friend and brother - don't give back the same energy that she gives out for them. So my hc always is that the person she is with gels well with her family and friends, but also gives her the attention and focus and care she deserves.

In terms of turn offs for Kiara, a big turn-off I can see for her based on canon would be people overstepping their boundaries, or showing ostentatious behaviour designed to show off their power. She initially allies with both Olivia and Madeleine and different points in the series, but shows visible frustration when they get drunk on their own power and abuse their position. I can see this play out even more intensely in a romantic situation. Kiara won't suffer fools or people who play too many games.

I don't think not knowing languages would be a turn off, but not showing a basic interest or at least a healthy respect, for her interests will. I cannot see her staying with a person who looks down on learning languages, or cultural diversity, for too long. I feel like she needs to be happy talking to her partner and engaging them in conversation, and you can't have that with someone who may look down on your passions.

Now to get to the point about Drake! In some ways I'm kind of okay with the randomness of it - after all, the team was on a bit of a "pair the spares" spree in TRR2, where every LI got an alternative LI (TRR was somewhat unique in this respect - very often alternatives would be given only to whichever LI the team deemed the least popular). Clearly the only alternative LI they had planned somewhat was Olivia and Liam, so of course Driara (and Maxwell x Penelope, which was introduced in TRR2 Ch 6, and didn't last very long) would feel a little random.

However, given Kiara is a very practical woman in canon itself...one could still figure out a way to make such a scenario fit with her character. I could always headcanon that she couldn't show any indication of her feelings in the social season where she was a competitor, and it would make sense! And now that the competition is over and the Prince made his final choice, she could feel free to pursue or at least interact with the man she really liked.

Back when I shipped Drake and Kiara, I thought there could be potential in terms of an opposites-attract scenario. I liked the idea of Kiara nursing a secret fondness for earthy, rugged men, as well as the possibility of Drake realizing that not all nobles were evil through someone like Kiara. And there were some scenes at least in TRR2 where Drake seemed like he could view her differently (and be a total weirdo about it) like the option in the prank scene, where he could leave a cute note to her.

Had the narrative actually cared about Kiara, and viewed Drake as someone who needed to grow from his own prejudices, I believe there was a possibility for a good relationship there.

Unfortunately the narrative dislikes proving Drake wrong, and doesn't mind throwing Kiara under the bus...which was why, when Drake stans spewed their racist vitriol all over Kiara during TRR3, the end result we got in TRR3 (where they "confirmed" how much Drake disliked Kiara) was equally racist. That is ultimately why I would never, ever go for Driara...but there was some potential if Drake showed any interest in growing and evolving beyond his puny mindset.

Above all to me, I need the person I pair Kiara up with, to center her as much in their relationship as she would them. Which is why Drake is not even worth considering as a partner for her, IMO...and why I wouldn't go for Penelope either even though she and Kiara are a popular fandom pair. Kiara's friendship with Penelope centers too much around her, and Penelope (in canon especially) brings none of that energy when Kiara would most need it.

To sum it up? I feel like personality wise I wouldn't mind someone who could balance out her practicality and rational bent of mind with a more emotional approach, and someone who would take pride and joy in her interests and achievements. Someone she can have fun talking to, and someone who would fiercely protect and defend her as much as she would do so for them. (In my universe, that's basically Hana 😄)

I hope this helped and didn't confuse you too much!! 🙈🙈

#ask me #ask lizzy #kiara theron #masked-alien-lesbian

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hailtheknownworld · 1 year

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I can't choose a single oc for the piping hot asks but all your ocs: 👃🔥😍 i wanna take notes pls

SIS!!!

👃 : Does your OC smell good? Do they have a signature scent?

Most of my OCs are nobles 🙈 so yes, they're more or less bathed in perfume lol But Amund and Svana both come from cultures that prioritize bathing a lot!

Alaric likes woodsy, musky scents, with a hint of spice. Very fitting for the Prince of Autumn, no? He needs to smell like he just stepped out of a Mercedes and he's about to treat you to an eye-wateringly expensive dinner.

Camille likes light, citrusy scents-- basically if it smells like he just came out of an expensive bath, that's him. Basically the smell you think about when you fantasize about a romantic summer fling.

Amund and Svana come from humbler stock, but~ Svana often smells like fire and smoke. She works as a blacksmith, so it's something that just can't be washed off. Her mother makes little bath oils from local wildflowers. The scent is very light, only detectable when you're within kissing range ;)

Amund usually smells like a mix of old books and baking bread. But those freshly cut florals linger on him too after a long thoughtful bath.

🔥 : What’s a surefire way to make your OC get flustered?

Alaric loves confidence, and is sure to melt in your arms if you can give as good as you can take. He likes to be wanted and adored, and a good round of dirty talking will have him hot and bothered all day.

Camille likes it when someone is in charge and shows it. He isn't nicknamed the 'pillow princess' for funsies. He likes being spoiled and will get absolutely flustered if you make him promises of spoiling and pampering.

Amund gets flustered easily from romantic attention, so even just going up to him and tell him he's good looking is enough to get him blushing madly.

Svana doesn't fluster easily, not outwardly at least. She's used to men making lewd advances to her. But... if you're tooth-achingly romantic to her? Flowers and hand kisses? She won't admit it but she will get soft and blushy.

😍 : What does your OC find irresistible in others?

As mentioned above, Alaric loves confidence. He recognizes confidence is more than just being boastful and loud however. He also likes people who are adventurous and fun, willing to try new things with him.

Camille likes the finer things in life and it'd be hard pressed for me to admit that he can sometimes come off as a gold-digger. But beyond that he likes people who can also enjoy life in a Big Picture kind of way? Expensive wines and lavish dinners, making love that leaves you breathless, followed by a luxurious bath and then bed time together? Sign him up NOW.

Amund is very romantic in the sense that most of his ideas of love and courtship came from the many, many books he's read in secret. Coming from a small village, he's not exposed to a lot of different folks, but he can't lie that he isn't swayed by a handsome face that packs a whole lot of charm behind it.

Svana isn't really one for romance, per se. At least, not in the way she thinks girls ought to? Like, most girls (and some boys) in her village wish for a handsome stranger to romance them by the lake, sing them sweet songs and bring them gifts. Svana is more likely to be swayed by a set of muscles and big, kind heart. She will never, ever admit this, however.

#ask memes #ask games #asks #THANK YOU SAYANG #alaric allard #camille allard #svana dragonheart #amund stormsinger

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coochellati · 13 days

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I have the bestest friend ever who drops amazing ideas!

So she showed me a fanart tiktok (I don't have tiktok, I only see tiktoks she sends me, or from compilations, but the latter is rare) of a canon x OC in an AU where the character was a designer and the OC a model. The OC reminded us so much of short haired Abba but with elf ears lol. And we began to fantasise about both Abba AND Bruno being models, and then she dropped the most amazing idea ever.

Lingerie model!Bruno

Such a galaxy brain thought!

I could imagine myself being a lingerie designer and I would work with Bruno so many times that we became good friends. He would pose in a lot of the male lingeres I designed for men or just unisex. But as time goes and we spend time together (not just modelling but also hang out) I would develop a crush on him, but being a shy idiot who overthinks everything I wouldn't tell him. And this sly man would totally would notice this and he would wink and smirk at me whenever he catches me watching his perfectly sculptured body in that material. I'm pretty sure that he would initiate some sort of plan when it's only the two of us and somehow will make me admit my love for him and he will confess that the feeling is mutual.

Oh this became waaay too long I'm so sorry 🙈 Just you know, I'm so feral over lingere model Bruno right now 😩

-PBS anon

it’s SUCH a galaxy brain thought. Ugh, Bruno would make such a good model—that beautiful, toned man would make everyone drool over his photos. I would go so feral that the doctors would probably try to give me a rabies vaccine. Also, yes. Abbacchio too. I would LOVE to see him model.

THAT’S SO CUUUUUTE!! That’s a dream romantic fantasy right there. If I was in your scenario, the crush would get so intense that I’d get so flustered over him any time I saw him, and I’d fumble my words and just be a mess and he’d probably think it’s really cute. Ugh I’d love to write something like this one day if I get the time for it 😭

No worries, no need to apologize! I love getting to read long asks, and I can tell you’ve put a lot of effort into thinking about this <3 Good to hear from you again!

(lol I know I still have one more ask to answer and I shall get to that momentarily)

#coochellati asks #HI PBS GOOD TO HEAR FROM YOU!!!! ❤️

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pamgkrthwrites · 2 years

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Any chance we could get hc's of Tang, Pigsy, Spider Queen, & MK (Separately) reacting to having an S/O who wants to be their cute happy lil homemaker & have their kids one day? (Bonus points if S/O has a huge breeding kink😳🙈) nsfw please!💕

I'm putting Tang and Pigsy together and Spider Queen being open Poly(meaning she has more than one partner). Hope that is okay!

For MK and Freenoodles read is afab while for Spider Queen reader is amab

Warning, the Following content is for an 18+ audience, if you are under the age of 18 do not read below. The character(s) depicted within this post are over the age of 20.

When he starts dating you and you express these things, at first it was just an end goal for your two's relationship.

But when you stayed over you would tidy his place, cook for him, and talk about changing how his place looks.

Suddenly he got a new couch. Then new stove tops. Then curtains.

You moved in and would start baking a lot more and the place was never messy.

You would make him breakfast and coffee in the morning, you would kiss him before leaving for work or going to go train with Wukong.

There was also the sex. How you would be crying and begging for him to cum inside of you, to breed you up.

Your aftercare for him was always kissing his face and thanking him for cumming inside.

He doesn't really realize this is actually what you want until you become pregnant.

He starts worrying about his wages, how much he should have with you while your carrying his child.

He isn't going to kick you out, he just treats you like priceless glass.

Spider Queen

I'm gonna guess after revenge of the spider queen, you followed her back to her and the other demon spider's home base. So you fell in love with her on sight? Simp behavior-

Anyway so when you offer to her to be her house husband, she laughed in your face. She told you that you would have to share her with her other partners.

Which you didn't mind. All you wanted was for her to be happy and have your children.

You clean(besides the cob webs), make her and the rest of the spider demons food.

She becomes attach to you and your caring nature towards her and the other spiders.

Your favorite compliment to her is her child baring hips and she becomes very flustered.

She won't let you cum until she does, which only makes your cum load bigger. You usually sit there after you cum inside of her just to make sure it stays inside of her.

Now when she does become pregnant, she won't reveal who is the father because to her that doesn't matter. It's her baby.

Even if it's yours or not, you still treat her with care, make sure she is eating correctly, and has all the pillows and back rubs she wants or needs.

When the baby does come, it doesn't matter who's baby it is, you'll still love it as if it's yours, because it's her baby.

FreeNoodles (Pigsy x Tang x Reader)

Honestly, a house wife is what both of these men need.

We know Pigsy can cook, but most of the time when he comes home after work he does NOT want to cook, so your in charge.

Tang loves both of your cooking, but never ask him to cook. He will burn the house down.

They both really love how tidy you keep everything. I mean everything. So if either of them walks in mud they get in trouble.

Because they spend so much time together outside of the home, they both agree when it's both of them with you they give you all the attention. Though this mean if they get into a fight you have to force them to talk it out.

They both know how much you want kids. You babying MK and asking MK to call you mama is a clear indication of that.

They didn't know about the breeding kink though.

It only really hit Pigsy when you two were having sex and you had a leg over his shoulder and tell him to keep going even after he has cum for you 9 times already.

They both thought for the longest time you just had high stamina so they would take turns when fucking you.

When you finally become pregnant, you stop having sex because you are bred up so sex doesn't need to go for as long now. Which makes both of them pent up because you unknowingly trained them to be hard for you for long periods of time even after cumming.

#lmk x reader #mk x reader #spider queen x reader #pigsy x reader #tang x reader #freenoodles x reader #poly x reader #x reader #smut

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sat0sugu-angst · 2 years

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When you bring up Pegging

Bc I'm a switch and I need it bahaha

cw: anal (m. receiving), dom/sub dynamics, mentions of sex toys, afab reader

included: (jjk) yuuji, megumi, yuta, gojo (mha) shoto, bakugo

all characters aged +22 MINORS DNI

Gojo is super excited by the idea. Mans is a hard-core switch and i won't elaborate. He'll make a dildo fashioned after getos dick (jkjk kinda) and he loves when you put him in his place and wreck him. He loves when you tease him, edging him for hours before you even put it in him. He tries to maintain his composure but you know by the flush on his skin and those short little breaths he takes that he loves what you're doing.

Megumi is not immediately a yes, but doesn't say no. He gets weirdly serious about it (??) like it's a life or death decision. Does a lot of research about prep, but is too embarrassed to buy toys himself so he asks you to get them for him🥰 Eventually let's you try it and oh. my. god. I just imagine the blushies on his face when the discomfort turns into pleasure. He's never so loud during sex than when you top him, and not just loud, but needy. It's the only time he ever whines during sex, and he ends up loving it just as much as when he's in you 🥵

Yuta gets so flustered because it feels so lewd to think about you fucking him, but he's already turned on by the idea because he sees how excited you are by it. I can't help but imagine the little whines he let's out and he is such a good subby he loves to beg for you. I feel like once he gets more comfortable though his favorite position is to ride you😘

Yuuji would probably be immediately no. Like not in a "isn't that gay?" way but just bc he's literally never thought abt it before and the idea of something going in his butt is 😱 to him. You tell him a lot of men like prostate stim and then he's interested, but won't bring it up again. Instead, he starts playing w himself occasionally, in the shower or while he masturbates, because he wants to know if it's something he even likes before he gets your hopes up. He does😈 and during sex once he finally asks you to finger him. It's only a matter of time before he's begging for the strap.

I hc that Shoto is primarily a bottom, so he's probably the one who brought it up first. Is nervous about your reaction but he loves when you heartily agree. Loves to be tied up or blindfolded, Shoto loves to be submissive. It's so fun to tease and tease him because he loves to beg for you.

Bakugo definitely vetoed the idea initially, because he doesn't like letting go of the reigns, but after a while you gently coax him into letting you finger him. It takes a while and a ton of talking before he finally let's you use your strap, and right before you push into him, he gets this serious look on his face, kissing you softly and murmurs "I love you" against you before gasping into your mouth as you enter him 🥵🙈

Omg this was way steamier than I thought it was gonna be (bakugo and megumi got me real riled up for this prompt lmao)

Pls like and rb if you enjoyed it! I'd love to hear feedback from you!!💖

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yoongiboongipoongi · 2 years

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thinking again…

warning smut!

lemme know who yall imagine w this cuz im interested

main character has an innocent nerdy boyfriend who is actually a freaky freak in the sheets 🙈

im going to replace main character w mirae just to shorten and the boyfriend is A

mirae thinks she has the most innocent boyfriend ever. she first met him at the school park where he was studying while eating a big sandwhich. his cheeks were filled with food and his legs were swinging back and forth. he was the most perfect thing mirae had ever seen. she had always wanted an innocent boy she could corrupt.

present day, you guys are dating. he still gets flustered a bit when you touch him. you just wanted to devour him every time he look at you with his cute doe eyes.

fast forwards cause im too impatient to write a proper story:

mirae invites A over to her house to watch some movies (she had no intention to watch movies)

then theres a couple drinks, some light touches, some caresses…

then BOOM sex !! yay!

mirae takes the dominant role at first, pinning him down and kissing him down his chest. A’s tension is so high but the moment she touches the buttons of his shirt, he just decides to let loose.

i am wildly attracted to the hot nerdy boy look, with the glasses, messy hair, body, everything. it’s just so hot amirite?

he immediately moves her so that now hes on top

and now hes like degrading her and shit like “oh so this is what you meant by watching movies huh?”

and she never knew until now that under his hoodies and button up shirts, he has a great sculpted body. his shoulders are wide and he has a prominent v line. and mirae atp is just drunk on the feeling of him kneading her breasts while he leaves love bites everywhere.

now i just know his dick is big 😩😩 his thrusts are rapid and rough, basically drilling her into the bed. he has a secure grip on her neck, while the other hand is harshly gripping her thigh.

theres just something i love abt men who have completely opposite personalities in bed (referencing my last post)

anyways, hes still always her innocent nerdy boyfriend in public, until she pisses him off

now i just know angry sex will be amazing

even with his laptop bag and nerdy clothing hes still dragging her to a restroom stall to fuck her. now just imagine A with messy hair, angry stern expression, glasses, button up shirt thats buttoned down to expose his abs and chest, and his pants pulled down just enough to let his hard dick out. he pounds into her, not letting her even catch her breath.

then imagine them coming out and going to some math competition or some shit HAHAH

who are you guys seeing here? im honestly seeing heeseung from enhypen and wonwoo from seventeen. maybe mark from nct too

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scrollypoly · 3 years

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C.., could I request obs nsfw alphabet if your willing to? 👉👈

Observer? Hmm, I am willing but I've never particularly thought about him before 🤔 This should be interesting~

Gonna give a general CW for stalking and dub con stuff just in case

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS - DO NOT INTERACT, you will be blocked

Observer's NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Not the best but not the worst. Will make sure you aren't too banged up and patch up any wounds. You'll probably have to drag his ass into a shower though 😒

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Your ass. No joke, he will bite it and spank it all he wants. As for him, he likes his hands and his arms. He's not too beefy, but he's strong enough to hold you up against him or the wall, and that makes him feel strong and sexy

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Please let him cum on you, anywhere on you, it drives him crazy to see you with your mouth lolled open as he paints your face and tits with his orgasm 🥴

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Honestly his dirty secret is probably that he is a bit of a sex fiend 🤭 He puts up this very controlled and quiet front, but if you push his buttons its like unleashing a monster.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Decently experienced, though to be fair he's watched more porn than actually fucked people. So, you might have to tell him how to do it a bit jhfjsdhf 🤭😒

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Doggy style, or him pinning you against the wall in any way. Or any way he can film you for a good view~

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Is there a sinister kind of goofy? Cuz if there is, he's that. It's more a making fun of you kind of goofy 😏

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Keeps himself put together, so nicely trimmed and maybe shaved to be contained

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Not super intimate. It's more fun to take you by surprise and take what he wants. He'll have a fuck buddy before a realtionship

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Jacks off quite a bit. He doesn't just do it to cum tho, he likes to tease himself and take his time, maybe even edge himself. Also likes to call you when he does to fluster you 😳🙈

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Literally if you do not see this man as a voyeur, that is your fault and you are wrong. He probably has a stash of footage of the two of you, or just stuff he got while stalking you. Also has a thing for knives, but fr who doesn't here

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Anywhere. Seriously you think any of these nasty men care about where they'd rail you?? You have more faith in them than I do, that's for sure. This fuck will be just as happy to rail you in a tiny ass uncomfy closet as he would in your bed

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Making you flustered or uncomfy njshrf. If he has an opportunity to make you squirm and go red he will take it and abuse it~ 🤗

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Do not tie him up he will get so mad and try to kill you, I'm not kidding. Also do not take a knife to him 😬

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He really wants to fuck your face 🥺 he really wants to see your eyes water and hear you gag and struggle around him as he makes a mess of your mouth, wants to feel your nails dig into his hips before sliding down between your legs because you're so wet from how he uses you 😩💦

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast and rough, will slow down to tease and hear you beg though 😏

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Loves quickies, will gladly pull you on his lap to fuck you fast and hard and stuff you full of cum and then just casually will go back to editing.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Totally down. Especially if it makes you squirm. Prepare to be dragged into risks as well.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

A bit higher than average, curse his human body limit. He wants to fuck you for hours, but cuz of how hard he goes he has to take a small break 🤭

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Yes but to be fair, he probably snatched them from other people. Collecting. Don't be surprised if something goes missing from your toy box 😳🤫

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

A huge tease, loves to tease you until you can barely take it and then just drop it and go. He thinks its funny how much it distresses you 😋

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Not super loud, but not quiet. Loves to dirty talk right in your ear and groan lowly for you

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Idk how clear I've made this so far, but this boy is not nice sdjksdjsk. He's a big sadist and loves to degrade and be mean to you. He probably met you through unsavory means as well. But if he really likes you and trusts you, he softens up and gets much sweeter. It's rare though, but not impossible 🥺💕

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Between 6.5 and 7 inches, a little skinny but gets thicker near the middle.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

A decently high sex drive, its so hard not to rate these on a scale of one to 5. I would rank him a 3.5

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Does not lol, he's gonna sit there and stare at you like a creep and snap a couple of pictures for good measure, before ducking out of the room and moving on ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#observer smut #tribe twelve smut #slenderverse smut #creepypasta smut #my wriitng #my posts #nsft #kinktober

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