#so intimate sheesh

[wollerjoseph]

SO SO CUTEEE!!! JOEY AND KNIESY🥹🥹 *sorry for the bad quality😭😭

#so intimate sheesh #my favourite besties #i lost my voice screaming #kniesy better go cooking class with him now #matthew knies #joseph woll #toronto maple leafs #maple leafs #leafs lb

[blindmagdalena]

Omg could you maybe do “The sun rising over the horizon as they chat through the night” with homelander and maybe venus!reader? A standard reader would be wonderful too though ☺️

ohhh, venus!reader!!! it's been too long since i thought about her! yes, absolutely. 🖤

homelander x reader. dialogue from this list of newly wed prompts. reader is the supe Venus, a Poison Ivy inspired superhero. ❤️🌿 1.3k and 18+ for saucy imagery and some heavy petting, but no outright smut. mostly a sentimental affair.

Intimacy is a strange word. It’s the sort that can be used to describe the closeness of a wide variety of different relationships, be they platonic or romantic. It strikes Homelander that he’s had very, very few relationships that he would classify as truly intimate.

But that’s what this feels like right now. You lay atop him, nothing but skin between your bodies. It isn’t just your shared nakedness that makes this intimate, though.

It’s the tenderness in your eyes as you gaze down at him through heavily lidded eyes, lips curved in a gentle smile. It’s the way you tilt your head at the same time he lifts his hand, knowing he intends to stroke your cheek with his knuckles well before he does it. It’s the way you sigh the warmth of your breath onto his lips.

It wasn’t always like this. There was a time where he couldn’t stand you: at least, that’s what he thought it was. You had a way of putting him off balance, agitating him in ways few people could. There were times when he wanted to throttle you for the ease with which you would brush him off.

It turned his world upside down when he realized you’d been flirting with him the whole time.

“What’re you thinking about?” You ask idly, leaning against his hand. He adjusts his hand to support your cheek in his palm, rubbing his thumb along the rise of your cheek.

“You,” he answers, smiling at how you scrunch your nose.

“What about me?” You press, turning your head to kiss his palm.

He inhales a slow breath through his nose, exhales a little raspberry. “You and me. Where we are, how we got here.”

“Well,” you begin, folding your arms to rest them atop his chest. “It all started this afternoon when I sent you a picture of a blooming Middlemist Red–the rarest flower in the world, I’ll remind you–and you texted back ‘Not The Petals I’m Thinking About Spreading,’ which, inexplicably and against all logic, made me incredibly horny. So, I came home, took off all your clothes and rode you stupid.”

As you speak, a grin slowly spreads across Homelander’s face. “Wow. You got it bad, huh?”

“I married you, didn’t I?” You give back, quirking a brow.

“Ch’yeah, but even so. Sheesh. Embarrassing.” “I’m going to kill you,” you say through a smile, turning to bite his hand. He laughs as you chew ineffectually on it, continuing to stroke your cheek regardless. 

“Yeah? I think this approach is gonna take you awhile,” he muses, watching as you gnaw at the meat of his hand just below his pinky.

Letting his hand go with a soft pleh noise, you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. “Yeah, I intend it to. At least a solid fifty years. You’ll suffer real slow. That’s why they use spoons instead of knives to torture people, you know. It hurts more when it’s dull,” you say, leaning in to press a sweet kiss to his lips.

“Fifty years, huh? That’s it?” He asks, wiping your own spit on your shoulder. “You know we��re probably gonna live a lot longer than that, right?”

“Yeah, well, you never know what the divorce rates will be like in the future. You know what the leading cause of divorce is, right?” You ask, refolding your arms, resting your chin atop them.

“We’re not getting divorced,” he says, unwilling to entertain the thought even playfully.

“The leading cause of divorce is marriage,” you say very seriously anyways.

“You are… so incredibly lame,” he says, voice heavy with the severity of his accusation.

“And yet,” you say, wiggling your ring finger.

He takes your hand and pulls it to his lips, kissing that inconspicuous little gold band. It matches his wider band perfectly. “And yet,” he echoes by way of agreement. “Hard to believe I finally pinned you down.”

“Oooh,” you purr, brows lifting. “Tell me more about how you pinned me down.”

“You’re done for now. Shackled. Legally bound,” he expounds, smoothing his hands down the curves of your body, sinking his grip into the soft swell of your ass. You laugh, moving your hands to kiss his chest just above the beat of his heart.

“Mmm, see, I recall our honeymoon differently. I remember you being the one all tied up,” you say, a wicked glint in your eyes.

True. You surprised him with that one, ensnaring him in a tangle of vines and keeping him like that for hours under the narrative of “breaking him in.” It had worked, rocked his world so hard that the thought alone was enough to send a hungry pang all the way to his core, despite having just thoroughly had you. It isn’t as though he can ever get enough. You’re intoxicating.

He inhales deeply, savoring the rich smell of you. You always have the lingering scent of blossoms and sandalwood on your skin, remnants of your powers woven into every fiber of your being. It gives you a sense of wildness, leaves him feeling as though he’s laying claim to you every time he touches you. 

“I love you,” he says, eyes soft, utterly drunk on the feeling. He watches how easily those three simple words disarm you, draining the slyness from your eyes and replacing it with a tenderness reserved exclusively for him. For as much as the world thinks it knows you, it never will. Not the way he does. Let them go on believing you’re part hero, part villainess, that all your stems are barbed with thorns. He’ll keep the truth of your softness a secret for his hands alone. 

“I love you, too,” you whisper, cupping either side of his face as you close in to kiss him properly, parting his lips with your tongue to taste, to feel, to consume. There is a hunger in you that mirrors his own, each of you taking bites of the other without ever truly growing full or satisfied. 

He realized a long time ago that no amount of you would ever be enough, and that was when he knew he had to make you his forever. The rings on your fingers are just a small token of that. It’s the scars you carve into each other’s hearts that scream the true nature of your love.

Time melts away in the wake of your presence in his. You make him laugh, bringing him the kind of peace he’d only ever dreamed of. There is an ease that comes about when you truly love someone, when you can not only show them your deepest darkness, but your most nonsensical self. He’s never afraid that you will laugh at him. He knows unconditionally that you only ever laugh with him. When he is vulnerable, you bring sobriety. When he is afraid, you don armor.

In the span of a single night, you are his lover, his rival, his spouse, his menace and his dearest friend. The two of you are so wholly consumed by one another, neither of you realize that the night has ended until the dawn comes crawling in through the windows.

“God, what time is it?” You ask, dumbstruck by the encroaching light.

“I don’t care,” Homelander answers unhelpfully, tugging you back down into his arms. “Fuck it, let’s stay in bed all day, sleep through it. I like the night better anyways. No one to bother us,” he says, kissing a line up your throat. “Let’s play hooky.”

You sigh through a smile, carding your fingers through his hair. “You know that I’m supposed to be the bad influence, right?”

“Step up your game, then,” he says, sucking a mark at your neck that threatens to bruise. The way you shiver against his tongue is fucking delicious. “Be worse.”

He inhales sharply at the firm press of your hand slipping between his legs.

“If you insist,” you say, feigning exasperation. He grins broadly.

Who ever said honeymoons had to end?

#homelander x reader #homelander x you #homelander fanfiction #homelander #i might have gotten a little drunk halfway through writing this lmao #these were supposed to be short fills but i definitely got carried away #i love venus!reader!!! thank you!!! #ask and you shall receive #my writing #ivy league

[melis-writes]

Blood Money (Tony Montana x Reader Multichapter, 18+ Smut) Chapter 3 – An Eye For An Eye.

Chapter 2 / Read on AO3 / Chapter Masterlist.

18+, explicit smut read.

“Your new boyfriend is in Miami." / “I’m here for Tony Montana.”

Tony's fiery gaze burned into the back of your mind but your name etched on his heart from the very moment he knew who you were. Keeping you on his mind like prayer, Tony wastes no time in attempting to squeeze himself out of every interrogation at the Cuban migrant camp he and Manny are detained in. Like a power move claiming he knows you, Tony's beckoning you to meet him once more in your hometown with bold claims striking the attention of your father–one of the most notorious, wealthy businessmen of Miami–with one claim being that of love.

[WARNINGS]: None!

[AUTHOR'S NOTE]: Oh my goodness, a LONG time coming and the chapter update is finally here at last!! 😭💀 I'm thrilled to update this fic again and share it with the Tony girlies! Battling writer's block and life getting super busy was a chore but I. AM. BACK and writing! And yet I must break everyone's heart again by saying this update of Blood Money officially marks my temporary hiatus of Al fics outside of The Godfather universe. 💔 I will now solely be working on my Godfather fanfics until I'm finished so I have ample time and opportunity to write more consistently and update fics even more often than I ever have. I'm definitely not abandoning this fic and I will finish it someday soon! For now, let's dive back into Tony and Celeste's story!! 🥺🤞🏻

With a taste for success and dollar bills, Tony Montana’s drug empire grew in vast wealth, power and influence by your side as the kingpin’s lover. From sharing an intimate history in Cuba, you and Manny Ribera were the only ones to believe and support Tony from rags to riches. Embroiled in the same lifestyle and sharing enemies, you and Tony come to build your empire and world together with the threat of it collapsing from the inside. As partnership turns to betrayal and thrill to danger, you find yourself in-between ultimatums and sacrifices for the man you love.

'I'm always in the right, man. Always am.' The shit-eating grin over Tony's face spreads equal amounts of tension and frustration throughout the interrogation room; keeping the officers on edge for word back from your family knowing Tony could potentially be a protected individual under the Navarro family while thinking at the very same time that Tony could be bullshitting everyone just to waste their time.

Tony sits all too comfortably in front of the officers with his arms crossed, all the more amused watching them huff quietly to themselves and glower back at Tony every few minutes.

"So--" Tony attempts to start a lively conversation on his behalf.

"You shut the fuck up, Montana," the first cop points his finger at Tony. "Don't say a fuckin' word."

"We're not playing with you," the second cop scowls. 

"Alright, man. Alright," Tony shrugs his shoulders loosely, "sheesh. I keep quiet when people talk on the phone, like Mama taught me, okay?"

Letting out another shaky sigh of irritation, the officers exchange a glance amongst one another, knowing well enough that if they've bothered the Navarro family for no good reason, it'll result in a guaranteed suspension without pay and likely following up with getting fired. 

Then again, there's always the possibility that it could be Tony finding himself in hot water with the Navarros due to his cockiness and stupidity, and if that means having Tony out of the refugee camp and no longer able to be a nuisance, then it'll be both a best case scenario and a relief for the officers involved. Still, it's all too much to consider at once.

"Tell the supervisor," the first cop mumbles, "he needs to know what's going on."

"Will do," the other sighs, taking a seat back at his desk to grab out his notepad.

Ignoring Tony outright, the first cop moves his stool over to the telephone by the desk and sits next to it before beginning to dial the Navarro family reception line.

'By heart?' Tony's eyes flicker with interest, noticing how the officer has your family's number memorized by heart—rendering him surprised and amused at the same time. 

'So they know her,' Tony thinks to himself. 'She not a nobody. She a somebody. I got her name on the line for me. Just for me.' 

This means more to Tony than you can already know, even if all you'll ever do is show up to spit on his face and blame him for wasting your time. The satisfaction alone is everything for him.

Both officers continue to ignore Tony and avoid making any sort of eye contact with him; murmuring ushered words to one another and pressing through more numbers on the telephone as it rings.

Only mere moments after does Tony notice how tense the officer on the telephone gets by the way his muscles jerk up in response to the telephone being answered by a monotone-voiced, middle-aged man speaking out.

"Navarro residence."

The very individual answering the phone would be your father's advisor and right-hand man, Gabriel.

"Cuban Detention Center, Officer Frank speaking," the cop says politely, clearing his throat. "May we please speak to Mr. Navarro?"

There's a short pause on the other end of the line. "Do you have a request or appointment booked in advance?"

"No," Officer Frank answers quietly. "Um, ahem—this is in relation to immigration and detention. There's a gentleman here claiming he was requested by name from a potential--" Frank scowls over at Tony. "Sponsor." 

Gabriel's tone of voice grows considerably agitated. "I trust you have a good reason for wishing to bother Mr. Navarro. You will not hear it from me."

"Greatly appreciated," Officer Frank awkwardly replies as Gabriel begins to transfer the call to your father's personal telephone.

Fully aware of the telephone conversation ongoing with Gabriel, your father—Darren Navarro--is two stories up in his penthouse—still in his Versace morning robe, smoking a Cuban cigar.

His first words to Officer Frank once the line transfer is, "You better have a good reason for reaching my personal number, Frank."

"Oh yes sir, o-of course," Frank stammers. "I apologize, sir. I didn't mean to interrupt your day, but this is urgent."

"So you say so," your father is unmoved by the sudden sense of urgency. "I suppose it is coming from the immigration and refugee department. I've sponsored nobody, so what is all of this?"

Officer Frank's skin drains of color as he nervously exchanges a glance with his colleague, glumly shaking his head. "Um, sir, there was a mention of your daughter's name by a Cuban migrant."

Your father raises a brow, leaning back on his velvet chaise. Your last trip to Cuba and mentions of "Tony Montana" and "Manny Ribera" easily come to Darren's mind. 

"Interesting," Darren muses. "And what is this individual's name?"

"Tony Montana," Tony speaks up loud and clear, grinning. "And with my best friend, Manny Ribera."

"Shut the fuck up!" The second cop hisses, almost jumping out from behind his desk to hit Tony.

Darren's all very well aware Tony is in the same room and must know who he is by now, having heard everything. 

"Uh huh," your father chuckles. "I see."

"Sorry, sir. I'm so sorry," Frank scoffs, swallowing hard.

"Stop your whining," Darren rolls his eyes. "I heard the man loud and clear. This is no request for me but for my daughter then."

"The migrant claims to know Celeste Navarro personally, sir." Frank clears his throat.

"Yes, he does. That much is true," your father nods.

"May we speak to Celeste, sir?"

"No need," Darren brushes off the request, glancing towards his bedroom door. "Celeste will soon be on her way to greet both gentlemen personally.

"This man--" Frank begins, but is abruptly cut off and corrected by your father.

"Men," your father clarifies, refusing to exclude Manny. "There are two of them after all, so Celeste will see both. She knows both of them, do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good," Darren blows out the smoke from his cigar around him, resting his cigar between his fingers as he admires the afternoon light glistening over his gold rings and jewelry. "Treat these men well. I'm aware of the reputation your detention center has and its demands. 'Gentle' is not in your vocabulary so be respectful. These are friends of the Navarro family and I expect them to be treated as such."

"Yes, sir..." Mortified, the officers stare in shock at a smirking Tony before your father hangs up on them.

~

Giving a drawn-out sigh, you roll your eyes in annoyance at the back cover of the gossip magazine you’ve been reading; already questioning why you bother with the tabloids just to entertain you.

Flipping back to the front cover of a bikini model on Miami beach, you rest your chin over your fist, wearing a flowing, pastel pink satin nightgown—laying on your stomach and dangling your feet, attempting to beat boredom.

Frank Sinatra’s “All By Myself” plays softly on your white and gold decorated record player, a compliment to the similar colors lavishly decorated over your bedroom.

Practically the size of a house’s first floor, your bedroom itself spans 1,500 square feet and is fit for a princess, covered in various shades of pink with a glimmering diamond chandelier above you.

The very king-size bed you lounge upon is adorned with a bubble-gum pink cashmere and quilt duvet and six silk encased pillows, a polar bear throw in the center of your bedroom upon the marble floors striking attention to the wall fixtures and architecture of the bedroom taking inspiration from the Palace of Versailles.

You furrow your brows in annoyance at the magazine in your hands, only to have your thought suddenly interrupted by the sound of your father knocking on your door.

You peek up in interest, brushing a curtain of your hair back. “Come in.”

“Hi, darling,” your father enters your room with a warm smile—holding a glass of iced rum in one hand and concealing something in his fist with the other. “Didn’t think I’d be giving you good news so quick, eh?”

Chuckling, your father opens his fist and lightly tosses your car keys over to you.

Reaching your arm out, you snatch the car keys mid-air—staring at your father in confusion. “Huh? What do you mean?”

“Your new boyfriend is in Miami,” your father says with a laugh. “Immigration services at the Cuban refugee camp called me just earlier.”

“Huh,” you blink, rubbing your temple as your memory recollects, hitting you all at once.

“I never say goodbye either. I say you’re gonna remember these faces—my face.”

‘Tony Montana.’ Your face flushes red as you clear your throat, glancing up at your father. “They called you?”

“Mhmm,” your father nods, taking a small sip from his drink. “Quick to it, I’ll give them that. I don’t think that Tony of yours has been there for very long from the sounds of it. They wanted to reach you, actually.”

“Makes sense of course,” you slide aside your magazine, sitting up in bed. “Great…”

“What do you think?” Your father raises a brow.

“I’m not thinking of anything,” you give your head a shake.

“No? You sure you don’t owe this Tony and his friend a favor or two?”

“I don’t owe anyone anything,” you roll your eyes out of frustration. “But for Tony,” you clutch your car keys, “if he wants to see me, I’ll go see him. I’ll see him, but I don’t know what I can do for him.”

“Is this really someone worth wriggling out of months worth of paperwork and getting into the front of the line? ‘Cause I’ll let you decide that,” your father shrugs. 

Getting off of your bed, you eye your purse from across the bedroom. “I think I’ve already made my decision.”

“I’m sure you made the right one,” your father turns back on his heel.

“Is Tony waiting for me right now?” You head over to your walk-in closet.

“He is,” your father confirms, placing his hand over your doorknob to close the door behind him. “And I think you’re the only person he wants to see right now.”

~

‘Tony Montana…’ You let out a soft sigh, leaning your head back against your car’s headrest. ‘Again and so soon.’ With great effort, you push aside the fluttering feeling in your heart every time Tony’s name and face cross your mind; clearing your throat and putting your Armani sunglasses on.

Starting up your Mercedes-Benz 380SL Convertible and pulling out of your estate’s parking lot carefully, you focus on nothing but getting directly to immigration services—able to collect your thoughts.

Letting the warm summer breeze flow through your hair as you step on the gas, determined to know just why Tony’s got your name mixed up with the law.

You may not have taken the rugged, cocky stranger very seriously back in Cuba but you’d be lying to yourself right now if you said you weren’t a little intimidated by Tony’s timing.

‘Didn’t think my name would cross your lips so soon either… Full of surprises.’ 

Tony knows he can sit and wait in the interrogation room for an eternity to come so as long as it’s promised you’ll show up—riding off on the idea of seeing you again like a lingering high.

Driving through the streets of Miami, you tap your French tip manicure against your steering wheel patiently through every red light.

Your eyes flicker over beach-bound tourists making their way over the crosswalks, noting the impatient drivers on the other side of the intersection honking at each other and tossing cigarettes out the window; the scent of body odor and beer not far from the beach itself.

Giving your head a shake, you scrunch your nose in disgust and drive off—not far from reaching the secluded immigration center from downtown.

You arrive a little over ten minutes later, driving into the clearance section with the rest of the other drivers waiting their turn to speak with an officer at the booth and be admitted. 

Resting your arm on the windowpane of your car, you peek your head out of the window just enough for your face to be seen, and just as you expected, you’re recognized by an officer at a booth opposite from you almost instantaneously. 

‘Uh huh.’ Noticing the officer blocking the path of the upcoming car who was next in line, you slowly drive up as he gestures for you to follow.

“How is that fucking fair?!” You hear a honk and shout of irritation from the other driver, simply ignoring him and continuing to cautiously drive up.

“Blow it out your ass, buddy,” the officer rolls his eyes.

Parking your car, you glance up at the officer who only gives you a brief nod and lets you through without a single word; just one of the many perks of being the daughter of one of Miami’s most notorious businessmen.

“Alright,” you mutter under your breath as you approach the guarded parking lot, seeing another officer heading directly your way. ‘Let’s see what this is really all about.’

Taking off your sunglasses, you make eye contact with the officer who furrows his brows at you in confusion; more than likely wondering how you got in so quickly and just who you are to be taking priority over anyone else.

“And who might you be?” The officer asks smugly.

“I think you know who I am,” you reply back coyly. “I’m here for Tony Montana.”

~

As smug and prideful as he can be, Tony slouches in his seat with his arms crossed and completely relaxed as if he’s the one arranging the interrogation rather than being interrogated. 

As apparent as the officers make it seem to Tony how thoroughly pissed, exhausted, and anxious they are dealing with him, Tony reflects it with his nonchalant attitude on purpose.

“You think you’re taking some sort of vacation, Montana?” Officer Frank scowls.

 “Sure, man,” Tony shrugs his shoulders loosely. “I think my vacation is on the way.”

Ignoring the immigration officer who escorts you inside the facility as some mock bodyguard, you make your way towards the entrance of the interrogation offices where the officer gestured you to, making note of the maximum-security gates and barbed wire high walls.

Giving a small huff of annoyance and adjusting your hair, you approach a narrow hallway inside the next building and set your sunglasses on your head.

“This way, please,” the officer guiding you murmurs and politely steps in front of you.

Unphased and hardly listening, you follow the officer until you both reach an interrogation door marked “11B”.

You maintain your distance from both the officer and the door as the officer leans over and quickly knocks on the door not to ask to come in but to signal his entrance.

A wide, playful grin spreads over Tony’s face as he turns his head back to face the door—absolutely thrilled to see it about to open in front of him.

Fear simmers back into the officers the moment they spot a feminine silhouette behind the tinted glass of the door, instantly remembering now more than ever that their jobs are on the line.

Pushing open the door, the officer guiding you inside steps in first and out of your way—clearing his throat to speak out, “Miss Celeste Navarro is here, sir.”

‘Celeste Navarro…’ Seeing you before him once more, Tony’s pupils widen as a strong surge of attraction hits him—coursing through his veins.

Tony’s muscles tighten and he feels the heat of arousal trickling inside of him as he locks eyes with you, stunned and utterly admiring every inch of your figure.

Attempting to look at you with more humility than defeat or nervousness, the officers are put off by your very presence and can say or do nothing as you cross your arms; expectant and domineering before everyone else.

You’re the only spot of color in the otherwise dull room filled with grey uniforms and sweaty men; dressed in an Armani, pastel pink, cropped tweed blazer, a matching mini skirt, a white chiffon Calvin Klein blouse with a bow at your collar and four-inch glossy nude pumps. 

“There she is, she’s the one,” Tony smirks at you—breaking the momentary silence in the room.

“Ahem,” Officer Frank clears his throat, beginning to sit upright in his seat. “You know this man, miss?”

“Do I?” You raise a brow, unamused. “It feels like I’ve known him my whole life.”

“Yes, baby,” Tony mutters to himself inaudibly. ‘Come to me. You’re here now.’

“Miss Navarro,” the other officer begins to speak up awkwardly, “apologies if this is an intrusive question however this man claims to know you and—”

”And she’s my fiancée, as I was telling you. Okay, man?” Tony interrupts, rolling his eyes. “Can I have some privacy with my fiancée, man?”

‘Fiancee? What the hell is he talking about?’ Struck into shock by Tony’s words, you hold your posture and expression, but you know where Tony’s coming from and just why he’s deciding to play this game with you now.

“Yes, so what?” You snap back, noticing the playful twinkle in Tony’s eyes. “It’s true, he is my fiancée.”

‘Tony… I hope you know what you’re doing. I swear… Now is not the time to put on a show.’ 

The officers stare at each other in utter discomfort, remaining silent. 

“But I don’t recall that being anyone’s business except mine,” you narrow your eyes at them, taking a step forward to Tony.

Tony takes your soft hand in his, caressing his thumb over the back of your hand softly. “See?”

“Well,” Officer Frank swallows hard, “if that’s the case—”

Your eyes snap open in shock as Tony leans up in his seat, suddenly cupping both of your cheeks and immediately pulling you into a crushing, deep kiss.

‘Oh!’ Your lips collide over his and your eyes flutter shut in response, feeling the warmth of his tongue teasing the tip of yours in loving passion without a care—ensnared in the moment of having you as his fiancée with no intentions of letting go. 

#scarface #scarface 1983 #al pacino #tony montana #tony montana x reader #tony montana x reader smut #tony montana x oc #tony montana smut #scarface x reader #scarface x reader smut #blood money fic #blood money fanfic

[frogchiro]

Pierro x Khaen'rhian Princess is such a delicious concept sheesh! 😮‍💨 Really makes my corruption kink go brrrrr if I’m being honest here.

Pierro having you sit upon his lap and in front of a mirror as he teaches you how to pleasure yourself. His deft fingers are quick to work you up and over the edge. Showers your exposed skin with kisses and praise as you come down from your high, body still trembling from your release. He’s bound and determined to get you addicted to his touches and cock. All you need is him so behave and let him breed you.

nonnie...nonnie this is what i needed in my life, THIS is my basic needs pyramid

also the potential this has?? the corruption, the power imbalance, pierro's sheer dominance...and his need to serve you, his princess, wait on hand and foot while the fire of the need to have you submit yourself to give burns bright in his chest,,

f!reader, smut, age difference, power imbalance, obsessive behavior, pierro calls reader nicknames like princess, pet; a bit of breeding kink, a/b/o-esque, virgin!reader, khaen'rhian princess!reader au, hints at pierro being yandere, reader and pierro are a feral happy mess

it all started one winter evening, while you just came back from your usual walk around the palace gardens. pierro never understood what exactly you saw in them, after all it's winter almost all year long here in snezhnaya, so it's not like the gardens are bustling with much plant life anyway and all what's left there are snow covered dead trees and whimsical ice sculptures, but he guesses that after hundreds of years of non-stop running with no place to call a real home he can somehow understand this little pleasure of yours.

he observed you from his place on the comfy couch he lounged on, a glass of golden whiskey lazily held in his hand as he watched you with hooded eyes while you chattered about the new ice sculptures that apparently somehow appeared in the gardens and the cute tiny birds you fed while you were there.

after quickly shedding the snow-soaked cloak and clothes and completing your nightly routine, you walked out of the bathroom clothed only in your silky nightgown and a fur-lined see through robe and shamefully pierro had to admit to himself that his cock jumped in his soft trousers as he watched your figure walk closer to him, a bright smile and the ever present twinkle in your eyes, the picture of innocence you painted made the blood in his veins burn.

the man let out a appreciative rumble when you sat in his lap and made yourself comfortable, nuzzling against his neck and beard, your own chirp being answered quickly with a lazy growl as his free hand wrapped itself around your waist, possessively squeezing the soft chubby flesh there, his other hand placing the empty glass back onto the low table so it could grab the skin of your thigh.

the hand squeezing your waist moved higher to the low, lacy neckline of your gown before pushing the strap from your shoulder. pierro hungrily observed the elegant lines of your chest being reveled, the delicious little 'sir pierro' you moaned out when his clawed fingers traced the lines of your cleavage down to your naked breast, tracing your nipple and lightly nipping your neck and collarbone.

as he kept ravaging your with the softest touches, your primal noises of growls, chirrups and purrs intertwining and making the most exquisite symphony pierro ever heard, the white haired man suddenly thought of something.

it never really occurred to him that since the beginning of your relationship-your journey hundreds of years ago, fleeing from the burning cursed debris that was your former country, your kingdom, you two never really got to officially get intimate with each other.

sure, since pierro finally gathered the courage to court you ever since you settled down in snezhnaya and he became a harbinger you had your fair share of warm, intimate encounters with each other like right now, but you never went all the way.

don't get him wrong, pierro loves you with all his heart, he loved you since the first day he saw you back in khaen'rhia when the king, your father, oh so graciously introduced you to him, a day he will never forget and cherish right up till death comes knocking at your door.

the way you smiled like an angel, the soft curve of your full lips like a dream, the way your lashes fluttered and a bright blush appeared on your cheeks was all pierro needed to swear to himself to never ever let anything ruin your innocence; and he did a good fucking job, even after so many years you still remained a perfect pure little virgin, the sharp watchful eyes of 'sir pierro' as you called him followed you everywhere, but could you really blame him?

even after all the trauma, all the bloodshed and losses you still were the same young woman he met all those years ago, always trying to see the best in everyone and every situation, your naiveness and kindness was cute to him but also dangerous in a flawed and full of sinners world like this so he swore to himself that he'll be your provider, your teacher, your protector. he'll protect you like he couldn't protect your kingdom. he loves you so so much it sometimes physically hurts him.

and now you're here, naked but warm as the big fireplace roared and shone brightly, beautiful golden and amber light dancing across your soft skin as one of your hands remained hooked back on pierro's neck, the other tightly grasping his hand which was busy gripping your waist and belly as he held you closely against his clothed chest, warm and soft against your naked back.

the man's other hand was busy between your legs, gently running his fingers along your slit, circling your clit, teasingly dipping his fingers inside your hole just to feel you clench before taking them out and repeating the process.

you never felt pleasure like this, this is after all the first time you and pierro went this far; maybe not all the way like you oh so desperately wanted, no, needed, but on the other hand you were secretly relieved. you were still a virgin after all and judging by the sheer size difference between you and your protector, the size of his...parts wasn't anything close to small either.

as he said it, he was 'only teaching you about your body and how to please yourself' but your thoughts were muddled by pierro's constant attentive touches. that, paired with his quiet rumbles of 'you're doing so good my princess' or 'keep your eyes open lovely little pet, just look at how wet you got when i stroked this spot, feels good doesn't it?' only managed to sent you right up to the heights of pleasure, brain pleasantly clouded with a mist of love, affection and the need to please your man, the same one who spend years protecting you and caring for you, loving you.

while you were getting lost in the pleasure, pierro's own selfish thoughts and instincts were roaring inside him. the need to corrupt you and your innocence, the need to own you, to make you his and his alone made him let out a feral growl and he sunk his sharp teeth in your shoulder, the surprised squeal mixed with a chirp you let out music to his ears and he didn't even care if he left a mark, in fact he hoped he did.

'will show them that this one belongs to me. she's already spoken for, little one needs no man beside me'

if he was a lesser man, he'd have mounted and fucked you the second your presented yourself so deliciously in your tiny see-through night gown, bred you so well that by the end of the night you'd be left a panting spend mess, cuddling him and surely pregnant with his pup, but alas, pierro is not a lesser man.

after all he's pierro, the jester, the man who commands the fatui with an iron fist and wears the mocking mask as a way to laugh in the face of gods, and that pierro has endless plains of patience and he refuses to rush things with you and possibly hurt you in the process, he thinks he'd tear his own heart out if he hurt you in any way, especially this way, when you should associate pleasure and warm intimacy with him in the best ways possible.

well, at least almost endless, since he can't wait for the day you'll be officially wed to him, the ultimate mark of ownership over you, you will be finally his and his alone until the end of days.

but these thoughts can wait, now he has to focus on you and your pleasure in the moment. he feels you clench around his fingers, wrapped around them like a vice as he keeps delicately rubbing over and over your sweetest spot, the little bundle of nerves send sparks of seemingly infinite pleasure through your body.

suddenly he feels you tense, a full body shiver running over you. a gasp of his name leaving your red-bitten lips as your orgasm washes over you, white clouding your vision as you feel almost as if you're floating.

pierro smiles lightly, another rumble leaving his lips, his instincts sated for the moment, pleased with knowing he satisfied his little mate. he slowly thrusted his fingers in and out of your pussy, not wanting to painfully overstimulate you and to slowly bring you down from you orgasm.

when your body finally relaxes enough for him to pull his fingers out and not hurt you, you slump against his strong chest and a multitude of deep, sated purrs makes its way from your chest as you close your eyes and nuzzle your partner, trying to get as close to him as possible, your feral instincts telling you that a strong male is present and will be able to protect you.

pierro picked you up as gently as he could and carried you over to your shared nest, the bed filled with all sorts of warm furs, pillows and fuzzy blankets you both carefully arranged to make your small safe space.

he laid you down before quickly climbing inside, ridding himself of his clothes in the process to allow himself to be as close to you as possible before snuggling against you as he felt your body slowly going lax, a small smile on your lips as you let sleep take you.

he watched you until he knew you were asleep before placing a soft kiss on your cheek and lips, your purrs mingling with each other indicating a happy couple.

yeah, he couldn't wait to finally tie the knot and make his princess officially his

#oof #finally finished this bad boy at 3am #my brain is not braining anymore #but i still hope you guys like this :(( #lots of love <3 #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut #genshin impact fatui #fatui x reader #pierro x reader #genshin impact pierro

[jeannineee]

NSFW Alphabet: Ruhn Danaan (Crescent City)

a/n: the things I would let this man do to me, y’all…

nsfw under the cut (18+ please)

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

So doting and gentle. Cleans you up. He’ll get you whatever you want or need. A blanket, water, food, a massage? You’ve got it.

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

For him, his hands. He’s always touching you in some way. A hand on your lower back as you walk, on your thigh as he drives. Also enjoys the way his hand looks wrapped around your throat, or gripping your hair.

For you? He loves your entire body. But he loves your voice the most, oddly enough. (Think of how driven he is by his senses in the books.) He loves your laugh, your tired voice. Loves when you whisper in his ear, or when you beg for him and scream his name. His Fae hearing is very sensitive, and your voice is angelic to him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Likes to come inside of you. He doesn’t know what it is, but there’s something he loves about filling your pretty little cunt over and over.

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

Ruhn is very open about his kinks and interests. He wouldn’t hide anything from you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s more than seventy years old, and he’s the prince. He has had plenty of experience.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

LOVES 69’ing with you. Burying his face in your cunt, sucking at your swollen clit as you drool over his cock.

Also loves missionary, with your legs over his shoulders.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Sometimes. He’ll make you laugh as he slowly fucks you, just to hear the way your voice catches as he gives you a deep thrust.

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

It’s well trimmed. Just a small patch at the base.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He loooves being intimate with you. He may not be the most romantic, but sex with him is always loving, even when he’s rough.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

You two definitely have phone sex when he has to be away for princely duties and meetings and whatnot, but besides that, no. He has you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Bondage, overstimulation, edging, breeding. Loves praising you, and using toys.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Prefers the bedroom. Also likes shower sex.

But if his roommates aren’t home? Anywhere is fair game. The couch, the walls, the counters.

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

Like I said earlier, Ruhn’s senses are in overdrive. The slightest touch, or a whisper in his ear? He’s ready for you instantly.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Wouldn’t cause you any pain, or degrade you.

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

Swears he’s in heaven every time you sit on his face. The first time he suggested it, you were afraid of hurting him by putting your full weight on him, and he told you if that’s how he dies, then so be it.

“Just sit on my face, baby. I want it.”

“Ruhn—“

“Y/n. Sit. On my face.”

When you finally did it, he gripped your thighs, pulling you completely onto his face, and ate your cunt like a man starved. His lip piercing dragging across your clit, him fucking you with his tongue.

SHEESH.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It depends on his mood, but he prefers taking his time with you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

You’ll only have quickies when you’re both too busy.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

This male will try anything you suggest. Literally anything. He’s shameless.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Can easily go all night long.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

LOVES using toys on you. He’s not one of those men that gets uncomfortable at the idea of pleasuring you with them. They’re his teammates, as far as he’s concerned.

He especially loves using a vibrator or suction toy as he fucks you with his cock or fingers.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

You both tease each other a little bit before you have sex, and sometimes periodically throughout the day, but he CANNOT deny you. He literally can’t. He loves making you come.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

LOUD. Groaning, whimpering, swearing as he fucks you dumb. Will whisper the filthiest things in your ear to bring you through your orgasm.

“Let it out princess, come for me.”

“There you go baby, give it to me.”

“Wish you could see how pretty you look.”

I am feral.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Definitely has a piercing on his dick. Probably a frenum piercing. I don’t make the rules.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s big. He’s thick, and long enough that he easily hits your cervix with the right angle. He feels like heaven.

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

HIGH as fuck. Could literally take you anytime, anyplace, anywhere.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He usually gets sleepy after, especially if you went multiple rounds, but he always waits for you to fall asleep first.

#ruhn danaan x reader #ruhn x reader #Ruhn smut #Ruhn Danaan smut #crescent city smut #crescent city #ruhn danaan #smut #female reader #Ruhn Danaan headcanons #acotar smut

[yakuzacanons]

Yakuza Headcanons: Watching Spooky Movies

Oooooo it's the spooky season ain't it. Hello hello I rise from the grave to bring you some fresh headcanons for the season. For those with asks still in the inbox, I SEE em, just been busy with my horror movie marathon. Anyways, some headcanons below da cut to tide you over. Also welcome bouncing baby boy Ichiban to the gang!

Kiryu Kazuma

Isn't scared easily by much of anything so it's really easy to get him to watch horror movies. Mostly watches them because someone else is too scared to watch them alone. He's the person they can hide behind or who will tell them when a particularly horrifying scene is over.

Gore doesn't bother him as much as something or someone looking creepy or offputting will. Kiryu still won't get scared but he will get uncomfortable. Most of the time he just reacts by going "Ah... oh!"

Fond of the classics and will gravitate towards movies with a strong and likable protagonist. Likes The Evil Dead, Aliens, and Halloween. Directors don't matter much to him.

Majima Goro

He's a mixed bag. If a movie is well put together, then it can scare him pretty easily. He's most scared of ghost stories or paranormal things. Least afraid of slashers because he thinks he could just beat them all up.

Cannot stand jump scares. Sometimes he evens yells at his TV at home in irritation, saying things like "Oi, whaddya keep makin' loud noises for? Sheesh!"

Honestly, the weirder the movie the better. It might seem stereotypical for someone who looks and acts like Majima but he thinks the whole point of horror is to be interesting. Fond of Takashi Miike movies like Ichi the Killer, Audition, and Over Your Dead Body.

Akiyama Shun

Doesn't watch a lot of movies because he totally falls asleep during most of them. He'll at least give it a shot if you ask nicely though. Honestly more motivated by the fact you might cling to him during the scary parts than anything.

As much as Akiyama is a total ladies' man and romantic at heart, he always laughs whenever characters start being intimate during horror movies. He makes jokes out of it, saying things like "Babe, would you still love me if we were in a spooky movie?"

Movies with a good soundtrack actually help him stay awake. Jump scares annoy him though because if he falls asleep, the noise makes him panic. Fond of monster movies or movies about animals like Jaws, Shin Godzilla, and The Host.

Saejima Taiga

Genuinely not scared of a single darn thing. If you want to watch it, he's down to give it at least a try. He might nod off if he's tired or bored, but he tries his best not to. Horror comedy is okay with him too although he might not get all the jokes.

Most of the time he sits with his arms crossed, paying full attention. He's kind of funny in that he makes noises like "Heh" or "Hmph" when a character is caught off guard by something. Makes an occasionaly "Tsk" sound at jump scares. Otherwise he's not reactionary.

Particularly fond of slashers, probably because those usually have villains that are actually kind of his size. He enjoys the Friday the 13th series, particularly Jason X.

Tanimura Masayoshi

Type of guy to be like "Ooh let's watch this, I heard it's really scary" and then proceed to either get scared out of his wits or say something like "Wait, that's ALL?" at the end. Bases most of his movie choices off of other people's recommendations since he's usually too busy to randomly go see however many movies he wants to.

Doesn't really like horror that's super in your face. Gets more scared by the tension itself than anything. Always has movie snacks on hand.

Found footage is probably his most favorite type of horror. Likes The Blair Witch Project, Noroi, and REC. Fond of director Koji Shiraishi.

Ryuji Goda

Doesn't watch a lot of horror movies but like Saejima he's not scared of anything. He's also the type of guy to drop everything to spend time watching a movie with his partner. Gets a kick out of being a shield or protector during scary parts.

Likes movies with a lot of personality and campiness. Slow burns or psychological thrillers just put him to sleep. It doesn't matter if it's good or bad, as long as it's entertaining.

Didn't think he'd end up being much of a horror fan but he's quite partial to John Carpenter. Likes The Thing, They Live, and Christine.

Nishikiyama Akira

One of the bigger scaredy cats of the group. Won't suggest a horror movie but will totally act like he's not at all afraid if you ask to see one.

Honestly, the two of you end up just kind of holding onto each other during scary parts or pulling up the blanket almost over your eyes when a character is about to die. Violence doesn't necessarily bother him but excessive gore kind of annoys him.

Enjoys a good ghost story movie but only if you'll watch it with him. Anthologies are also good too since it offers so much at once. Likes Ju-On, Ringu, and Tales From The Crypt.

Mine Yoshitaka

Likes certain horror movies. Not scared of much but he does get noticably uncomfortable with torture movies like Saw or Hostel. He just finds it to be weird more than entertaining.

Fond of more classic monsters like vampires or werewolves. Mine's the type of guy to actually have a decent home theater setup, even if he doesn't get much time to use it, so he doesn't go to the movie theater much.

Has a soft spot for some of the really old classics in the 30's like Frankenstein or Nosferatu. His favorite horror movie is Interview With The Vampire.

Daigo Dojima

Probably the only one of the boys who actively enjoys slow burns and more psychological horror. He doesn't get opportunities to watch movies much but he does have an interest in the medium as a whole.

Particularly loves anything with spectacular cinematography. Good directing, lighting, or costumes really impress him. Kind of interested in some of the technical aspects as well. Also probably the only of the boys to ever look something up on IMDb.

Especially fond of movies by Kiyoshi Kurosawa. His favorite horror films are Kwaidan, Cure, and Pulse.

Tatsuo Shinada

The biggest scaredy cat of all of the boys. Will attempt to watch a spooky movie with you at least once just for the sake of trying but will honestly just close his eyes if he feels overwhelmed. You HAVE to hold his hand though.

Probably the only one of the boys who actually gets squeamish easily. Gore and blood make him uncomfortable, although he has SOME tolerance in general. He'd just rather watch something that's not super heavy on bloodshed.

Horror films with a particular visual style, especially super colorful ones, make it a lot easier for him as he can actually see what's happening and he feels less worried. Movies like House or Suspiria are good for him. Also likes super over the top movies like The Lost Boys or Killer Klowns From Outer Space as they're so hilarious to him that he forgets to be scared.

Kasuga Ichiban

Somewhat easily scared. He gets more shocked or surprised than scared, honestly. The movie HAS to be interesting to some degree or he will just conk out and there will be no waking him. Doesn't mind jump scares since they help keep him awake at least even if the movie's bad.

Having said that, he does enjoy taking the time to see a movie that's genuinely just really good and talking about it with you afterward. Movies with really good effects tend to impress him a lot. It's also more visually memorable.

Tends to like movies where the main character has special powers. Partial to zombie movies since a lot tends to happen and involves multiple characters. He likes 28 Days Later, The Dead Zone, and Carrie.

#yakuza #yakuza headcanons #yakuza imagines #ryu ga gotoku #ryu ga gotoku headcanons #ryu ga gotoku imagines #goro majima #majima goro #akiyama shun #kazuma kiryu #kiryu kazuma #nishikiyama akira #akira nishikiyama #ryuji goda #daigo dojima #mine yoshitaka #yoshitaka mine #ichiban kasuga #tatsuo shinada #masayoshi tanimura #saejima taiga

[towine]

[alhaitham/cyno] revelations

1.5k / rated G 

summary: a fight in the desert claims its latest victim: cyno’s hair.

a little fic inspired by a friend :^) this will remain solely on tumblr for now bc it’s short and written pretty quickly. i promise it’s much more lighthearted than the beginning suggests. 

takes place before the events of AQ chapter 3 act v, so while the gang was planning their coup in aaru village.

- -

An explosion rocked the desert.

Alhaitham wasn’t looking when it happened, too preoccupied with the mercenary doggedly trying to gut him with their scimitar. He heard the boom, felt a rush of heat behind him, and smelled something charred in the air.

Dehya cried, “Cyno!”

And that called all of Alhaitham’s attention.

The mercenary rushed in again, but Alhaitham summoned his sword, knocked the mercenary down with one kick to the stomach, then slammed the sword hilt into their temple. They fell in a heap.

Alhaitham turned, dread in his stomach.

Cyno was kneeling on the ground. Around him were the unconscious forms of various mercenaries.

“I’m fine,” Cyno said, rising to his feet when Dehya and Alhaitham ran over to him. “One of them had an explosive on their belt. My electro triggered it.”

“Yeah, no kidding.” Dehya looked around at the scorch marks littering not only the ground, but the mercenaries’ bodies as well. “Sheesh. Well, it got the job done. You sure you’re okay?”

“Yes, I was unharmed by most of the blast. However…” Cyno hesitated, then turned to show them his back.

Dehya gasped.

The familiar headpiece was in place, but its long tassels were burnt into almost nothingness, with only the smallest tatters still clinging to the top. Cyno’s skin looked tender but not as burned as it could have been, which must have been largely thanks to that spirit he’d summoned in battle. But the most noticeable thing was—

“Your hair,” Alhaitham said numbly.

The fair curtain of Cyno’s hair had been seared away, leaving uneven tresses that reached roughly the nape of his neck.

“Truthfully, I’m more bothered by the headpiece,” Cyno said with a sigh. “It was custom made. Hopefully they can repair it.”

Alhaitham couldn’t stop staring. Cyno looked oddly bare—a ridiculous notion, considering Cyno’s usual appearance was already rather bare. But his shoulder blades, the nape of his neck, they all seemed so… exposed.

An elbow jabbed Alhaitham in the side. He bit down on a curse, then shot a look at Dehya. Dehya only looked at him amusedly.

“Well,” she said, “first thing’s first, let’s head back to Aaru Village. We can see if the Traveler’s back from Avidya Forest, Candace can take a look at your wounds, and I’ll see if I can tidy up your new haircut with some scissors.”

Cyno frowned. “That won’t be necessary.”

“Cyno, you can’t just leave your hair burned at the edges, have some self-respect.”

“I’ve cut my hair in the past. I’ll take care of it.”

“Have you cut it this short before, though?” Dehya said. She laughed at Cyno’s answering grimace. “Come on, you won’t hate it, I promise.”

“... Fine,” Cyno said.

He trudged off, not looking back at either of them.

Dehya only laughed again, but Alhaitham was silent, watching Cyno’s back the entire return journey to Aaru Village.

-

Cyno never struck Alhaitham as someone who fussed about his appearance.

Although, there wasn’t much Alhaitham really knew about him to begin with, not from personal experience, anyway. He’d given Cyno’s file in the Akasha a cursory read, which really only painted broad strokes: Cyno was punctual, consistent, disciplined. Here was where he’d been and what he’d done, here was where he’d probably go next.

They’d had some time to get to know each other more intimately, during this limbo period of gathering information and putting together a plan. The proximity wasn’t really by choice; Aaru Village was not large, and their accommodations even less so. It was inevitable that they would see more of each other.

So Alhaitham learned new things. This was how Cyno took his tea. This was the smell of the oil Cyno used to polish his staff. This was what Cyno’s anger sounded like, his surprise, his honesty.

And no, Cyno did not seem to covet vanity. That wasn’t exactly surprising, but Cyno’s reluctance to have his hair seen to by Dehya made it all the more obvious.

Didn’t stop her from wrangling him into the washroom with a pair of scissors, though. They’d been at it for a while now.

“His hair burned off?” Lumine said with raised eyebrows. She sat across from Alhaitham at the dining table in the village chief’s home, which had become something of a headquarters for their little group.

“Not all of it,” Alhaitham said, poking at the array of sliced fruit Candace had prepared for them. “Enough for Dehya to think she can salvage it, I suppose.”

Lumine sighed wistfully. “Cyno has such pretty hair, too. That’s a shame.”

“Of course you only say so when he’s not around.”

“I don’t want to embarrass him!” Lumine said. “But it’s true. You think so too, right?”

Alhaitham barely managed not to choke on a piece of fruit. He swallowed it down, then said, “His hair’s gone, anyway.”

“That’s not a no,” Lumine pointed out. This traveler was far too shrewd for her own good. Not that there was anything for her to be shrewd about—Alhaitham had no opinion whatsoever about Cyno’s hair.

Finally, the washroom door opened. Alhaitham straightened up in his seat.

Out came Dehya.

“Oh, Lumine!” she said. “You’re back. Got any news for us?”

Lumine smiled. “Yes! Actually, I dropped by Dunyarzad’s home when I was near Sumeru City. She gave me a message to pass on to you.”

Dehya perked up. “Really? Ooh, let’s talk outside.”

Lumine rose from her seat to follow Dehya out the door. Before they left, Dehya said over her shoulder to Alhaitham, “If you’re worried about your general, don’t worry, I left his head intact.”

Alhaitham frowned. “He’s not—”

Dehya grinned and shut the door behind her.

Which left Alhaitham alone. Great.

Alhaitham wasn’t sure what to glean from Dehya’s tone, but the glint in her eyes and the sharpness of her grin didn’t spell anything good. She wouldn’t actually mutilate Cyno in there, would she? No, Dehya liked her fights fair and equal, out in the open, not underhanded like some malicious barber.

“She’s gone already?” said a voice behind Alhaitham, halting his thoughts. He turned.

Cyno.

Standing before him, head tilted in a questioning manner. His hair was trimmed more neatly than before, falling in soft strands around his face and neck. It was looser, lighter without the weight of its previous length, and its shape brought attention to the striking features of Cyno’s face. He had a surprisingly delicate jawline.

Alhaitham’s voice died in his throat.

Cyno frowned slightly. “You okay there, Scribe?”

A moment, then Alhaitham cleared his throat.

“Yes,” he said. He remembered Cyno’s earlier question. “Dehya left to talk with Lumine.”

Cyno hummed and reached up to play with his bangs. “I was going to ask her to trim this a bit. It’s still long.”

“You didn’t seem to have a problem with your hair falling in your face before.”

Cyno huffed. “Well I figured if she had the scissors anyway…”

Quiet. Alhaitham wasn’t quite sure what to say. He was rather preoccupied with taking in the slope of Cyno’s exposed shoulders.

Cyno said, “Why are you doing that?”

“What?”

Cyno’s brows turned downward into a glare. “Staring.”

It was then Alhaitham noticed the tinge of color to Cyno’s cheeks, the slight pout of his mouth. It was the first time Alhaitham could recall ever seeing the General Mahamatra flustered.

Cyno said, “I know I must look odd. Just… ignore me, if you must.”

He crossed his arms over his chest. Flustered was not an unappealing look on him, but Alhaitham figured he ought to be reassuring. It wouldn’t bode well for their teamwork if they couldn’t even look at each other.

So Alhaitham said, “It’s not odd. You look good.”

Cyno’s face turned bright red. Uh oh. Perhaps Alhaitham had miscalculated.

“E-Enough,” Cyno said. “Lumine is here, you said? Let’s hear what news she’s brought.”

He stalked towards the door. Alhaitham rose from his seat to follow him. Cyno was blushing so hard the flush reached the nape of his neck, and Alhaitham was struck with the sudden impulse to reach a hand out and brush away the newly shorn hair there, that he might feel how warm Cyno’s skin was with his own fingertips.

But then Cyno opened the door, and the daylight spilled in. An impulse for another time, perhaps. The sounds of the village drifted towards them on the warm breeze.

Before they stepped out into the rest of the world, Cyno said, so quietly Alhaitham nearly missed it, “You really think so?”

Alhaitham looked at him. Cyno’s gaze was steadfastly elsewhere, watching the swirls of some distant sandstorm. His face was still red.

Alhaitham bit the inside of his cheek, then said, “Don’t worry. You haven’t lost your title of Sumeru’s most eligible bachelor yet.”

“I’m not—” Cyno sputtered, then sighed. “You’re ridiculous.”

“You asked,” Alhaitham said, while they made their way out of the village chief’s home and down the steps.

“Something I’m coming to realize I should avoid in the future.”

Cyno’s voice didn’t seem to have its usual venom or conviction. Another thing for Alhaitham to mentally file away into a growing folder labeled ‘Cyno.’

But there were more important things ahead. Dehya and Lumine spotted them as they approached, and Lumine gasped at the sight of Cyno’s hair. And then the conversation turned to the sages, to the battle that may come, and the future yet to be wrought.

Thoughts of Cyno would have to wait until later.

#haino #cytham #alhaitham #cyno #genshin impact #caiwrites

[mycomfortblanket]

No Title Yet, something will come to me

Nada

"You and Aang really slept together... like went all the way? As in sex?" Katara says, leaning forward.

Katara, Suki, and Toph are sitting around a small table in one of the many gardens enjoying some tea. After Suki and Toph had left Aang's room, Toph insisted on finding Katara so that she wouldn't have to recount the story twice.

"Yes, Sugar Queen. How has that not gotten through your head?" Toph says slightly annoyed. She leans back against one of the pillars that is next to the table before sipping her tea. Iroh must have made it because the herbs are mixed just right so that it's calming and soothing her stomach. Suki is insisting she tell every detail of the night, which, remembering the alcohol that had played such a major hand in the night, has made her want to vomit everywhere.

"I just really didn't expect you guys to become... intimate like that," Katara says, hesitating on the word 'intimate'.

"Really? Even Sokka saw that coming. He was actually the one to point it out to me, now that I think about it..." Suki trails off on that last thought. "The only thing I'm having trouble with is how rough he was. That doesn't sound like Aang at all."

"I know, that part surprised me, too. But, I actually really liked it," Toph says, muffling the last part of the sentence behind her cup.

"Was he like that with you?" Suki asks Katara.

Katara chokes a little on the tea she is sipping. She really hadn't thought that the subject would have ever found its way back to her and Aang's past relationship. It was such a forgotten event in the groups timeline that no one ever really brought it up.

"Uh, no. No. We weren't ever... like that... with each other," she says, wiping her mouth with a napkin.

"Wait, did you guys not ever have sex?" Suki questions, her eyes wide and disbelieving.

"I didn't say that! We just weren't like that."

"Liar," Toph coughs out.

Katara sends a glare towards her, "Fine! We never did it. We never actually got around to it. I mean, sheesh, he was only 15 when we broke up."

"And you were 17," Suki unhelpfully points out.

"So?"

"Sooo. I'm just saying, a woman has her needs," Suki finishes with a shrug.

"Well, she did get with Zuko right after the break up, so you know they went at it," Toph says with a sly grin before a thought occurs to her. "Wait! If you and Twinkletoes never had sex... but there's no fucking way he was a virgin before last night. No one is just that good their first time."

All three girls remain silent as this new thought floats out in the open. Toph begins to slightly panic for an unknown reason. Her and Aang weren't ever a couple, he could have easily slept with someone in the years since him and Katara called the quits.

The thought of someone else seeing Aang intimate like that though makes her blood boil. The teacup in her hands shatter in her firm grip.

"Hey, calm down, Toph. You did say you guys went at it at least four times last night, right? That's a lot of chances to fix errors. Plus, you weren't exactly a virgin before last night either," Suki says in a matter of fact tone.

"What?" Katara asks, a wrinkle in her brow.

"Spirits, shut up, Suki," Toph grumbles.

"I'm just saying. You can't be upset with him for something you also did." She does have a point, but Toph is still fuming. She crosses her arms over her chest and huffs out a breath. "All I'm saying is don't get too upset when your hands aren't clean either," Suki mumbles.

"Wait, wait, wait. Back up. Toph, you slept with someone? And I'm just now finding out about this? How come Suki knew before me? Who was it? Was it any good? Oh my spirits, it wasn't Haru, was it?" A shudder is seen going through Katara's body.

"No, no. It was with Teo, like two years after everything," Toph says with a wave of her hand. She stands up, brushing the shattered teacup off of her shirt and pants, and earthbends a small reclining chair. She needs a little room from the girls, their questions are starting to feel suffocating.

"The kid in the wheelchair from the Western Air Temple? Not to be rude or anything... but was he even able to ... you know... preform?"

Both Suki and Toph send Katara dirty looks. "He's paralyzed, not dead. There's still blood flow down there. You think that being a healer, you would know that kind of thing," Toph says in a justifiably rude manner. Katara at least has the decency to look ashamed.

"Well, that still doesn't answer the question of why Suki knew before me and if it was any good," she says with a huff, crossing her arms over her chest.

Toph groans and stares up towards the sky. She really just wanted to announce that her and Aang were a thing and be done with it. Why they wanted the explicit details of the night and her previous encounter was beyond her.

"It was fine and Suki only knew because she walked in on it."

Katara whips her head in Suki's direction, eyes wide and a massive smile on her lips, "No way."

"You guys were in mine and Sokka's room! What were you expecting?" A burst of laughter comes from Katara. She holds her stomach as tears leak out of the corners of her eyes.

"Oh my fucking Spirits! Can we please change the subject? Like any other subject, please?" Toph yells, her hands encasing her ears, trying to block out Katara's laughter and Suki's snickers.

"Fine. Fine," Katara says, breathing heavily. Her face is beet red from laughing so hard and she is sure her stomach is going to be sore tomorrow. "Give us the dirty details on you and Aang from last night."

Groaning, Toph sinks lower on her chair.

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Once the girls were out of sight and Aang had put his shirt back on, Sokka laid himself on his stomach at the foot of the bed. His chin is cradled by the palms of his hands and his feet are kicking the air behind him.

"I'm not leaving until you tell me what the fuck happened last night. I mean, why the hell were you sneaking out of her room so early? You guys were practically fucking when I walked in just a moment ago."

Aang groans and lays back on the bed rubbing his face with his hands. How did they end up in this situation? He never liked his personal business being known by everyone, but here they were, half the palace knowing that him and Toph did the deed.

Letting his hands fall to his sides, he stares up at the ceiling, "I don't know, Sokka. What do you want me to say? We came back last night, both of us having way too much to drink, and it just kind of happened."

"So nothing led up to it?" Sokka says, a knowing smirk on his face.

Aang looks over at him and rolls his eyes, "Suki told you didn't she? You two really are worse than gossiping sisters. Fine. We kissed at the bar. We were dancing and then one of those slow songs came on and she suggested that we sat that one out, but... I don't know. I still wanted her close to me. And I knew that if we went and sat down, that we wouldn't get to that position again. I mean, this thing between us, it has been building since Katara and I split. That dance was just the tipping point.

Sokka rolls over onto his back so that his head is perpendicular to Aang's. "So, you're telling me that all this sexual tension has been accumulating for years and you guys just had sex the one time last night?" He continues mumbling but Aang isn't able to make out what is being said.

"Well, it wasn't just one time last night... it was more like... five times," he says sheepishly.

Sokka shoots off the bed, a bewildered look on his face, "Five fucking times, Aang?! How the holy hell did you manage to pull that off? How did you even get the energy to pull that off? I understand two times, three if you're lucky. But five?! Spirits fuck. If Suki hears that you managed to go that long, I'm never going to live that shit down!"

Aang pulls a pillow over his head, hoping to drown out Sokka's exasperated rant. After a few moments, he has calmed down and fallen back onto the bed. Both men are quiet as they stare up at the ceiling.

"Hey, where is Zuko? I haven't seen much of him this past weekend," Aang says. He does miss his old firebending teacher, but he is glad that he is absent from the current conversation. Zuko and Toph had gotten weirdly close and shared a weird sibling-type bond. Recalling details of how he took Toph last night to protective-older-brother-Zuko was not exactly something that was at the top of Aang's list.

"Eh, he's got some Firelord duties. Something about trade deals falling through because of a petty affair going on between Nobles," Sokka says with a wave of his hand.

Aang just grunts in response, glad that he at least doesn't have to face him just yet.

"Well, tell me about the weird, kinky shit you guys did," Sokka says, propping himself up on his elbow.

Taken by surprise, Aang jerks back hard enough to pop his neck, "Excuse me? What makes you think it was kinky?"

"Because it's Toph," he says as if that clears up everything.

#taang #toph x aang #toph beifong #aang #avatar the last airbender #atla #no title yet something will come to me #mentions of smut #zutara #taang week 2020

[lunchbox-for-gays]

hi spare Sniper NSFW headcanons??? thank u :)

SNIPER GAMING (NSFW headcanons)

Uncut(like most of the mercs but I'm mentioning it now because it's important later) but oh fuck his tip is RED.

A good length, as in average, and thin. It's surprisingly pretty nice in texture and fits him perfectly

No visible veins but does feel like it when he gets close

This man is hairy everywhere. It's a little itchy trying to have softer intimate times but he might shave if you ask nicely... Maybe though, he this he looks better with more hair

Not very sensitive both prostate wise and dick wise, but he loves having you get him off

Has a few kinks such as bondage, pred/prey, knife play, and biting. He's way too scared of making it obvious in case you're not interested, so he tends to just think about it when he has alone time

He tries to bathe regularly for you, yet when he tries cleaning his sex it makes him a little self conscious that he's uncircumcised

Unknown to him, he might have a scent kink and wants you to get in on it too by wearing cologne. Not too strong but just enough to make you remember that smell

Doesn't own any special toys but would love to have you test some on him

He's rough in bed after some time, but ohhhh being gentle with you and even having sleepy sex or make outs gets him so much more satisfied it's unbelievable

Dear God someone eat this man out. He makes such pretty grunts and moans. He could cum untouched just by that alone

Speaking of oral, he has no preference over giving or receiving. He only goes slow giving, he's too scared of whoring himself out by making sounds, and trust me he can get loud pleasing someone with his mouth

Did I ever mention he's more of a pillow humper than someone who actually jerks off?

If you want to watch him, he'll make a show out of it, as if asking for you to take the lead. Teasing himself and touching his chest, little pleas under his breath, the whole nine yards

Babes... don't ruin his orgasm unless you plan on making it up to him, he will cry no joke

IF and ONLY IF you want to overstim him, you have to go through the same thing later. It's only fair >:(

You know how I said he's afraid of whoring himself out? Yeah, technically he also wants that so bad

If it's one thing that he has imagined but won't try, it's lingerie. Yes he might but some but he's never going to show you it. If you're wondering, yes he has worn some under his regular outfits.(Spy is the only one who knows about it, he knows when someone is up to something like that) It was white and lacy: thigh highs and thigh garters, see-through short lace boxers with a teeny tiny bow at the top, a tank top with a deep plunge where his metaphorical cleavage would go... Oh goodness where's the nsfw artists when you need them?

Mega fat ass. Like damn sheesh where do you hide it all? (The secret is tight boxers and big pants)

That's... All I have... Maybe I'll write something where he gets to show off the lingerie on accident....

>:))

#team fortress 2 #tf2 sniper x reader #tf2 sniper #tf2 smut #sniper x reader

[9w1ft]

9-

I once again come to you as the Kaylor jewelry expert with a detailed question.

When did Karlie start wearing the Cartier onyx necklace? I know she wore it to the rep tour show in Nashville in August 2018, but was she seen wearing it before that?

hi anon! thank you for the question 😌

back in june 2018 karlie went on a back to back trip to japan and then shanghai. she can be seen wearing the amulette de cartier in japan (josh was there) from june 11th, if you look closely through her instagram stories. she’s more clearly documented wearing it in shanghai starting on june 15th (she was alone for this leg).

her engagement was announced a little more than a month later. iirc, there was word on the street (online rumors) a few weeks before it was announced on july 24, that they were getting engaged. i guess that if you were to believe this official narrative, you might think the amulette was an engagement gift from josh that she could wear without the news getting out by wearing her ring. but my goodness, a symbol of protection during difficult times seems to be an odd choice as an engagement present (who pops the question with a necklace that’s a lucky charm made for times that require strength of heart against all odds?!)

so I’m sure you can see how this lends itself perfectly to the kaylor narrative.

*to provide some meta context, their trip to japan was at the time very painful for kaylors. the two were acting lovey dovey at a time when many were convinced they were about to break up, and they appeared very intimate (hand holding/cheek kissing) with each other in ways they really hadn’t in years prior. i think at the time, some saw this bump in pda as writing on the wall that an engagement rather than a breakup was coming. at the time i was a holdout but in hindsight, given the symbolic value of the amulette, it feels that way. btw all this was happening right after taylor got very very loud in spring 2018, when rep tour started and she debuted the rainbow dress and delicate pride speech and we had the caticorn rainbow ad, and so it was distressing at the time how it was like one step forward, two steps back for kaylor. but in hindsight, sheesh, simpler times!

so karlie wore the amulette a whole lot between the end of june and end of sep 2018. most memorably, i would say, to NYC pride and of course when she went to rep tour nashville.

iirc the last time she was seen wearing it in 2018 was on sept 28 2018? and she changed her IG profile picture to a picture with her wearing it, and it stayed like that for what feels like it was about a year. then of course we have taylor’s october 2018 AMA performance where there was this big set piece that looked so much like the amulette.. and a nod to it in 2019 as the little peephole on the door to the lover house

while it remained karlie’s profile picture for a long time, karlie didn’t post new photos of her wearing it again until march 2020, another time of difficulty for her with her fans (controversies about her kushner/white house connections in the early days of the pandemic and in an election year) she continued wearing it off and on, notably during her pregnancy, including in the pregnancy announcement video. id add pics of it but i’m over the pic limit!! but you can check the #cartier tag on my blog for more.

so yeah, you can see how these two periods of time have some thematic similarities for her—pivotal life moments both taking things to a new level—and how the amulette and everything it stands for just adds to the symbolism of it all… 🫠

#i’m emoshunul #kaylor #cartier #jewelry

[neptune-ian]

Hey Neptune!! Omg saw that Jackson Wang was one of the idols on ur top idol list! didn’t know that cause me too 😆 I’ve seen his one of his interviews and it was so sad, he seems so lonely damn. sheesh that man needs to find a cute wife and settle down real quick lmao

Would you be able to do a reading on his future spouse and his marriage life? Thank you and hope you have a great day ahead ~

Jackson Wang’s marriage life

The High Priestess, The Devil, The Lovers, The Sun, Knight of swords rx, six of swords rx, two of cups rx, /The Hanged Man\

Note : It seems that it’s mostly the dynamic he would have with his fs more than how his marriage would be like (?)

The dynamic doesn’t seem very healthy? Or it can be healthy but they won’t have a healthy dynamic? Something is not quite good here.

Well I wouldn’t say he will be in an on and orf relationship but their good and bad moments are very impactful in their relationship. For instance for the bad experiences, they could have a lot of sexual experiences, intimate moments but after a fight, to « fix » the issue. They won’t be very tender with one another and it seems that it would be because of their bad habits! That will weaken their bond in the way that they will clash a lot and often about that. They could be mean as well. However they have some friends qualities in their relationship which balances it a bit, I can’t say if it will be enough but they love passing time together, having fun and thrilling experiences that can strengthen their bond as well. They would not want to divorce/break up because they want and need the other but they should act better and differently with each other. That’s one of the obstacle they will have to overcome in their relationship. I do believe that it’s a karmic bond though.

Jackson Wang’s future spouse

Queen of pentacles, /ten of cups\

For me they seem to be well off. They are wealthy or are creating their buiseness to become richer. They are stable emotionally and financially and love to take care of themselves. They could work in the fashion/beauty industry. They love everything that is pretty, luxurious and I would want to say somehow shiny. Objects that highlight her beauty and make her seen by everyone. They seem pretty confident on themselves, very direct and determinded. I do feel that they move giving advices! So they may enjoy being in a leadership position but without actually being the leader? They don’t seem to enjoy having responsabilities but whenever they have them, they work with it and do what they can to succeed : the best they can!

#neptune’s reading #neptune’s tarot reading #jackson wang tarot #got7 tarot #kpop tarot reading #kpop asks #kpop tarot #celeb tarot #celebrity readings #celebrity tarot

[imaginethezeldaverse]

Thinking about Yunobo and forced proximity…

Oh...you and me both, darling. If you could only hear the noise I made.

ANYWAY, here you go! I'm gonna borrow from my initial idea on this

It was just meant to be a simple retrieve. At your request, Yunobo had finally let you into one of the nearby newer digging site of YunoboCo - where large geode clusters were discovered. He was aware how much you enjoyed geodes (though to the Gorons it made for a pretty tasty morsel more than anything else), so giving you an opportunity to chip away at a few walls to take some home was the least he could do for his friend! He personally stood watch as you carefully tapped away here and there, small clusters breaking loose for you to stow away in the small satchel you brought with you. "Sheesh, I don't know how you do this all day," you huffed, wiping some sweat that beaded at your forehead, "All I've done is use this little mallet and I'm tired." Yunobo laughed softly at your plight, swiping at his cheek with his finger, "I guess it's a little different when you're a Goron like me, huh?" Your gaze back to him read a playful 'No Kidding' before you turned back to the wall. In your concentration you didn't hear the sound of rubble start to shake above you. Some sediment fell nearby, catching the attention of the Goron. As he walked closer, a loud crunch sounded just above you both. You tried to look up to inspect the noise, but were instantly shoved into the cave wall. The ceiling of the cavern came crumbling without warning, shaking the earth beneath your feet and all around you. When you finally found yourself brave enough to open up your eyes, you were face first with the jagged surface of the amethyst you had been picking at. You tried to push off from the wall, but a solid form held you firmly in place. "Ngh...I'm sorry I pushed you..." came a strained voice. You were barely able to turn, but with some careful wiggling you peered over your shoulder to catch a glimpse of Yunobo covering you. Just beyond him were large rocks, pressed heavily against him - thus the reason, you imagined, as to why you were crowded between him and the wall. His hands gripped firmly into the wall at either side of your head, arms planted and tense in order to keep the wreckage from reaching you in any capacity - the weight of debris and sharpened geode scraping at the rock of his back. He saved your life, you realized, the severity of your situation dawning on you. "Yuno," you whispered, trying to swallow your panic, "Th-Thank you, my god, I...are you okay?"

He exhaled harshly, making sure to hold steadfast to the rock in front of you both, "I-I'm fine...you're not hurt, are you?" His breath tickled your neck, a small shudder zipping down your spine. Yunobo was close - far closer than you'd ever expected to be near him today, and it was trickling deeper hues into your cheeks. You were grateful he couldn't see your face right now. "Sir! You in there?! Are you alright?! Jeez, this is a mess!" shouted a muffled voice. "I'm alive, Drak, get the guys so we can pull back this rubble, I got a Hylian under here with me!" You heard a few short curses before the far off voice yelled, "On it! Hey! Fellas! We got an emergency!" and his voice would trail out of your earshot. Yunobo leaned forward slowly, his lips finding your ear, "Hey...you doing okay? It might be a minute before we can move." Truthfully speaking you were struggling. Not because you were scared, nor because you were uncomfortable - in fact, you've probably never felt safer knowing you had Yunobo to keep you that way. No, it was the fact that you were pressed into the wall, your body caged so...intimately against the Goron champion. The presence of his biceps at your head, the knowledge that at current all you could was be pinned by him; your head was beginning to spin. Even through the steel of his chest plate you could feel his warmth. You held in your shudder, "I'm f-f-fine, just...fine!" The squeak in your tone concerned Yunobo. His head tilted, inadvertently pressing closer to your shoulder and the side of your face to try to gauge your feelings. He pushed through his physical endeavor to lend you some gentle reassurance. A low whisper, "I'll keep you safe, okay? I'm not gonna let these rocks hurt you." Your nails bit into your palms, the hints of gravel in his voice from his exertion was making your abdomen flutter. Your flushed cheeks were inevitable at this point, you couldn't stop your body from being hyperaware of your proximity. Closing your eyes, you desperately tried to keep your composure, "I know, Yuno," shifting your gaze over your shoulder once more, your eyes were low under the length of your lashes, "...Thank you." It was his turn to blush, as he took in the sight of you beneath him. Were you always this...pretty? The more he scrutinized you, the more he realized just how flush he was against your frame. His chest was fully on your back, arms closed around you, his face slotted so closely to your own. If anyone saw the two of you like this under any other circumstance, they would think... Th-They would think...!

"Heave!" came a loud shout. The gritty noises of bedrock being shifted sounded behind you, several voices bellowing in cloaked panic. One by one the weight lifted from Yunobo's back, his reactionary sigh of relief rolling down your back before he finally moved off of you on his own. You inhaled a breath you were unaware you were holding, your nerves alight from the countless minutes you spent sharing a tight space with the mining president. Yunobo took your hand gently, taking careful steps to pull you from the refuse. "Needless to say, we're shutting this one down for a while, fellas" said Yunobo, his voice holding a tinge of exasperation; when he looked at you, his eyebrows turned up in worry - his expression was nothing short of apologetic, "I can't have what happened today happen again."

"SIR!" the hoard of Gorons echoed before heading off to grab their equipment. You looked on at Yunobo, whose hand never left yours. When he finally met your eyes, his brow was furrowed in a mix of anger and upset, "I..." he began, frown deepening. A hand laid atop his own, stopping his train of thought. Your eyes held such softness, "Don't...I'm safe, Yuno. We're safe. That's all that matters." So many things he wanted to say right now. The Goron champion internally kicked himself for putting you in harm's way...but clearly you would hear none of it. In your smile was kindness, sympathy. You knew he meant you no harm. He had nothing to apologize for, as you would tell him. Sometimes he swore he didn't deserve a person like you. With a rough sigh, Yunobo took his hand from yours to hover it behind your back, a simple gesture to show you out. "C'mon...I'll walk ya home." Come nightfall, your mind raced endlessly. The adrenaline of the accident had long passed from your nerves - now all that was left was the physical memory. He was strong, effortlessly so in his display of holding an entire caves worth of rock from even laying a pebble on you. Your body committed the warmth of his chest to recollection; the sound of his voice, the feel of his mouth so close to some of the more sensitive areas on your neck and shoulders, it was all so visceral. It made your thoughts seep into more sensual corners, a desperate craving for this intimate connection under different circumstances. Little did you know, at his place in HQ, a certain Goron was imagining the welcoming warmth of your touch as well.

#asks #Ohhhh I think I need to write a part 2 for this??? #so many projects #we just love Yunobo 24/7 here #tloz #tloz: totk #tears of the kingdom #yunobo #yunobo x reader #mutual pining #suggestive #totk yunobo #forced proximity #zelda imagines #the legend of zelda imagines

[hogsnout]

One of my OCD thangs is that I'm terrified of accidentally getting into a parasocial relationship with people so despite watching and enjoying certain streamers for like half a decade now (sheesh) I have never once watched them live because I'm like, convinced I'll immediately start traumadumping in the chat.

This is like very much a 0th world problem lol but it just goes to show how miserable OCD can be. I am afraid of seeing live theater or music in intimate spaces for the same reason. Also, talking to people if I met them thru their art.

It's wild bc like of all my OCD hangups, this is both the most innocuous and the one that has the strongest hold on me. Maybe it's because I was traumatized by meeting Andrew Hussie as a teen (JOKING) (& my mom talked to their mom lol).

#🌈 over the rainbow 🌈

[rdbrainz]

Do you have any headcanons for how Nnoitra would act in a romantic relationship? I think he’d have a lot of trouble being honest about his feelings (he’d be so fucked up simply by crushing on someone, let alone dating) and he’d deny loving someone till his last breath lmao

Or nsfw thoughts if you’re up for it, since I can’t not think about fucking him 24/7, also my delusions are telling me he’s a sub who’ll never admit to it, but loves it

I don't have a favorite ship so let it be just some hypothetical "you"... I think I was a bit scarce here because imo the way he behaves depends on the situation (for example if his S/O is an arrancar, a human or a shinigami, if it's before his loss to Zaraki or after, etc.) so the h/c's can be a bit flavorless but I tried my best. And... I mean you guys can always ask me for more wink wink lmao. Might as well also make an account for xReader things like I wanted sheesh. Totally agree with what you said btw!! SFW:

Yeah he'd deny having any feelings even to himself but he'd be so terribly obnoxious with it that it's literally impossible not to notice. He's too clingy, too possessive, too annoying, too prone to jealousy and likes to get in your face both literally and figuratively. There's no such thing as personal space for this man I fear. Grabbing you by the wrists? Yes. Tugging at your ears? Yeah. Leaning closer to grab you by the face or annoyingly lick it if you're not paying attention? Sure

He's in a constant battle with himself and gives mixed messages all the time. At some point Nnoitra can hint at something or make a borderline romantic/sexual comment but once you confront him or make your own move he'd just hit you with his usual "What the hell are you saying?!" bs. The gaslighting is so real

Calling someone he doesn't hate by their name is very intimate to him. So usually it's just "hey you", "idiot", "woman", "human", "shinigami", "quincy", etc.

Nnoitra suffers from cute aggression. There's nothing he'd actually consider cute in this situation of course but if something you did made him feel a little too much or he just happened to be next to you for too long his first immediate response is to want to squash you, break one of your limbs or bite a chunk out of you. Both because he can't deal with his own emotions and because "how fucking dare you"

Both him and Jaegerjaquez are very sensitive to smell and to Nnoitra your scent is very calming. I don't think he's desperate enough to constantly follow you and sniff you lmao but he's definitely stealing something that belongs to you for later. If you're fortunate/unfortunate enough to have the fifth Espada as your roommate and you're away for too long he will rummage through your closet to make a nest out of your clothing or occupy your pillow

The way he sleeps in front of you and whether he does or not in general is very telling. Imo he's a very light and restless sleeper. Constantly on his toes even in his slumber. Eons in Hueco Mundo can do things to you. So if he doesn't take fetal position to hide his stomach with you, won't literally jump up at the slightest of sounds and naps in your presence sometimes - congrats

I think he'd confess only if the situation is so dire he'd rather die than not do this. Like for example if you're having a huge fight and you're so close to leaving he's almost shaking and ripping his hair out out of stress which doesn't happen a lot. Or if there's someone showing interest in you and they're very much successful at making you happy. Then it's a question of defending what he thinks is his even though he won't admit it. Would he actually try to kill the other person? I mean it depends really but if it's Grimmjow or Szayel then fucking sure. Any day. Anyone else is not that big of a competition. Even Ulquiorra. "I mean have you seen him? What a fucking nuisance. He makes me sick. As if he has a chance with anyone at all"

Speaking of which - would brag in front of you all the time

Once you're together he'll never leave and will always make sure others know you're taken. Well not at first of course but still

NSFW (heavily afab leaning because I need this man too oh my god):

Tbh I too can't imagine him as an aggressive alpha-dom-top (tm) if he actually has any feelings for the person. So a service top or a damn bottom it is

The worst size kink ever. He may constantly talk shit about people who are weaker, smaller or frailer than him but once feelings are involved he's aroused by the thought all of a sudden. I think his fingers are not the only thing that is unusually long so not fitting all the way in is not a problem for him - it's even better in fact

As fascinating as the thought of penetration may be to him I think foreplay is his favorite part. Mostly because making you squirm is fun but also because only here he can actually assert domination. After that he's just too soft

I don't care what anyone says this man is a MUNCH

So so painfully slow sometimes. If he's on top would just stop to tease and watch your reaction. Other than that making the process as long as possible is one of his goals. It's not like he has no stamina - he has a lot of it actually but during sex he can be as intimate and as close to you as he wants to be because under normal circumstances he can't afford to put it into words without having to grab himself by the throat

Talks a lot. It's not exactly dirty talk (I don't like it I'm very sorry babes) but he loves saying nasty things and comments on everything that is going on. Otherwise he's nervous

I'm convinced all of the arrancars must be infertile since they don't reproduce this way so. He likes finishing inside. He won't have it any other way. It's special to him because how are you even letting him do something like this but he also shows affection this way

The more vocal his partner is the better. Everyone must know

I mentioned that he loves your scent before so yeahhh. I hope you don't mind stains on your clothes ANYWAY THANKS

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Omgggg Thank y’all for the love on my last PAC! This is the first time I’ve done a 18+ reading so please give feedback so I can improve. Enjoy the reading! Also thanks for 100 followers 🐞

I also added music interpretations this time!

18+ | Minors DNI | Pic an image below 1,2,3,4,5

Pile 1 - The Monarchs

I get a sense that you liked to be serviced. All eyes on you (pillow prince(ess) vibes🤴🏽). You might also appreciate group dynamics. You enjoy the sense of being protected, swept off your feet, and so on. You might be a virgin or fairly inexperienced because your destined person thinks you need help in the s*x department. This could also mean you’ve never orgasmed or had a truly pleasurable experience in bed. Your destined person is going to show you how to reach climax, pleasure yourself, and overall enjoy sex. Lmao I heard ‘super soaker’ so you might be a squirter or they just love how they can get you that turned on. Your DP loves your cum. The taste, smell, texture. They love fingering you and feeling inside of you! Also your destined person sees you moving away from old sexual habits leaning to the more hedonistic side. Basically, they’re here now so you don’t need that other stuff and/or you can find new stuff together :) They just want you to be safe. Your DP is a giverrrrr. I’m seeing gifts in the physical like lingerie and toys. Some of you might be long distance or you and your DP spend a lot of time separated due to work. These toys and gifts are important for keeping y’all connected on that intimate level while away. I also think your DP will want to experiment and have fun in the bedroom. They’ll do anything to get to close as you as possible lmao (not in a creepy way tho). Also for gifts, they’re also ‘packing’ and love to offer said package 😅. I’m also seeing that they like to treat you. It turns them on. It’s giving paypig energy. You are their god(dess) and they are a devout follower. (Sidenote: they love to give you head. They take pride in it. How they can make you cum from their mouth alone or fairly quickly) Back to what I was saying, they want you to be high class, dressed up, just exquisite. They like when you swallow their cum.

From the songs, you expect devotion. Your partner should give you all your desires and more from gifts to orgasms. You may not be actually accepting of this energy when it comes to you. In the beginning of your relationship, sex may not be the focus. You or your DP will want someone they can trust. You’ll need to build a bond to be willing to go deeper with this person. Tbh you talk the talk but don’t walk the walk which is valid because a lot of you are inexperienced in either sex or relationships in general. Your DP knows they have to earn your trust and wait for you to remove the guards you have up. They want to promise themselves to you or the other way around. Sex with you is more than sex its an agreement of sorts and your DP understands that. They will be in love with you and will pursue sex with you from that but you may not believe these to be their true motivators. you’re honestly very suspicious of other peoples desires to be with you sexually (which i totally understand and your DP does too) they are going to try really hard to not push and patiently support your desires to not have sex right away or accept certain gifts, or wait to be vulnerable with them.

Tidbits: Hotel, car, money, gloss, soaked, gown, evening, party, gala, trip, work

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Pile 2 - The Sweet Talkers

Lmao!!!! I gasped at every card I pulled. You know how to work your destined person. Whether their submissive or not, they are WRAPPED around your finger. Sheesh, they got it bad. Say something and it’s yours. Peep the mouth next the the photo. They like when you talk in your ear. Your words just, control them. They pierce through the most vulnerable aspects of them. A caregiver kink may be present. Although your words can be sharp they can also be comforting. On one side, you demand a certain standard that your DP loves to meet and then on the other, your just holding your DP like your sweet baby. Some of you may be interested in or your partner is interested in group ‘play’ and/or dual penetration. A foursome may happen or having multiple toys inside you or your partner. BDSM, bondage, pet play may be of interest to you. Some level of confinement and restrictions. This could also represent edging. You might also use sex in your relationship to ease tensions from work, arguments, or past pains. (Please be careful to also release these in other ways as-well) I also think sex frees the both of you from your daily worries and the illusions about one self. Physical touch could greatly help your partner or you heal certain insecurities and wounds. Lmao after y’all do the do y’all are so care free. All your stress, gone. Lmao scorpio/7h/prominent mars placements. Sew swings might also play a role in the bedroom or toys that keep someone open for the other.

Based on your channeled song, they want give everything to you. And they want you to take it. A lil forceful or greedily. You have all parts of them and you using their body is a gift to them. They might also like to roleplay with power imbalance. Maybe y’all have RBF or you just exude a strong energy but it turns them on. They want you to see them as beneath them during the act. You have control and they want you to toy with them and their emotions. They might want you to ask them to prove their worth to you. Why should your destined person get to lay with you. I see your DP with big puppy eyes just looking for your acceptance and approval which plays back into the caregiver thing I mentioned. Degradation and praise kinks are heavy.

Tidbits: Poly, swingers, leash, rope, confined, mark, choke, slap, arm, furniture, bars, Lick this pu$$y, neck, back, crack

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Pile 3 - The Craftsmen

Um, I feel like sex with your Destined Person involves a penis. If that doesn’t suit you this may not be your pile. I will keep it body inclusive but heads up. Their is an emphasis of hands on wands here so I think they like you to give them handjobs, finger them, in general using your hands and gripping. This person literally loves what you do with your hands. You may have redefined handjobs, fingering, etc for your DP. The way you do it is simply life changing. I feel like you take your time with your hands and show your DP new ways of using them. Straight up doing things they never expected. You may be more kinky or experienced than your DP. Or you just have some hidden knowledge. You take your time to get to know your DP’s body and how to work it. You can tell exactly when to switch it up or ride it out. It’s some kind of sorcery to your DP. I went to get more clarification AND THERES JUST MORE WANDS lmao. You reciprocate an energy with your DO that they’ve never experienced. You both find joy in pleasuring your partners that the give and take ends up being equal because you’re both so focused on giving. Your DP sees sex with you as a mini (or not so mini) retreat from everyday stressors. Your hands after a ling days work is heaven. More than they could ever ask for. You both might enjoy morning or afternoon sex.

From the songs, you are skilleddddddd. You know how to work your magic! You can turn someone on and pleasure them in ways that is frankly miraculous. Like how many people can ACTUALLY say Sex with Me actually resonates 😭 You do what you need to. Literally sex does not get better than you and it’s addicting. You can turn your DP on from a text alone. When you want it, you can have it. If you don’t feel this experienced this will come later in the relationship. Your sex life with your DP spans years! They are literally obsessed with you and your body. Your relationship is so homey that the sex comes naturally. They love seeing every inch of you and worshiping it. In the beginning of y’alls sexual endeavors or prior they will just be confused as to how they got your attention and even more so that is real love. They like to take away your stress with sex. You have a lot pent up due to your responsibilities and they want to deal with it for you.

Tidbit: Garden, Apartment, daytime, lunch break, coworkers

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Pile 4 - The Bratz

Sex with you is almost like a fight? You may be bratty or rather dominant. You want what you want. You DP sees you as someone who is commanding. Also they may think about how other people want you, but they simply cannot have you. Their possessive but also very appreciative that you chose them. They like to use toys on you. They like the push and pull of being sexual with you. Some of you may be dominant in a submissive way???? Like you don’t do typical dom things but your very adamant about getting you way. They like to watch you. Seeing you get changed, being above them, just you. They want to be overwhelmed by your presence during the act. If your DP has a penis or likes to use a strap, they love penetration. Being inside of you is one of earths greatest treasures 🥹. If you like to penetrate then you DP thinks you lay goodt pipe. They like to cum in you or like when you cum in them. They may also like your androgyny or your tendency to live outside of gender roles/norms. Sex with you is consistently a good time. You might have turned their world upside down or changed their perspective on sex. Y’all like to play with each-others senses. Being blindfolded, tied up, and left in suspense waiting. They might also like to tickle you or use floggers. Anything to build the sensation. Sex with you is not just about the act but everything that led up to it. Whether it be date night, or you teasing them all day. There is an emphasis on waiting. They also probably love to tease you to bring out your bratty side even more. Especially if they don’t see this part of you often.

You are powerful. Your DP see you as a boss and also very bossy. Your aggression, power, and the way you express it can be very masculine and they love this. OHHHHH you and your DP are competing in the bedroom. Like who can achieve what. Who submits first. Who gets stimulated faster. They want to prove their the better lover 😗 but y’all are both so cocky. It wont happen. They also love how you aren’t afraid to confidently think your above them or better in some ways. If y’all share careers or goals, these achievements could also make their way into the bedroom. You have a way with them. They don’t get it and nobody else does either. They always want to see you or be with you. Your DP has a high sex drive, but specifically for you. Either your chest is very beautiful or you um…make them bust 😅. You might be from different worlds in a sense and those attributes you have from how you were raised make you so sexy and desirable. Your very amusing. Your uniqueness is a turn on.

Tidbits: dressup, doll, touch, smell, graze, tingles, spine, workshop, kinkster, shield, nudes, bust

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Pile 5 - The Preformer

I feel like this pile, at least in the bedroom, can be very dainty or highly feminine. They love this about you. Your moans, movements, and so on just scream cutesy and your person loves this. They see you as someone to protect and when they see you in this state it just proves to them even more that need to watch over you. It makes them feel needed and desired in a way they can’t explain. They also see you as entitled and high maintenance. Meeting your needs can be a tall order, but worth it in the end. They probably like you to dress up or perform for them. Maybe a strip tease or even just walking around in your clothes. You are simply sexy to them in all ways. They like that you keep this vulnerable side to you hidden. They may feel as though nobody could predict the person you are underneath meaning only they know. The way you hold and touch them makes them feel alive. You also might make them cum prematurely. They also like how manicured you are. You put so much attention into your appearance and apart of that drifts away in the bedroom while somethings stay. Like your nails are still their but your fully bare and open to them. Almost stripped of all the ways you hide or armor yourself. They see this as taking a great deal of trust and live that they’ve been chosen to see you. Like I said before, preforming is something you do well and they love how you can role-play or put on different acts to satisfy their needs.

From your songs, sex with you from your DPs perspective is like a relaxing afternoon. Like at Central Park on a summer day and there’s a nice breeze (that’s legit what i’m visualizing). You remind them of fresh linen. So light, airy, soft, and welcoming. Also your DP may be a foreigner and that adds a layer to your intimacy because how did they meet you among all the chaos of the world. They like to see you in designer and high quality. When you wear stuff like this around them it’s a treat. Like you walk in to a room at a party or wherever and their eyes find you and they melt. The Dominic Fike song is like their fantasy. Everyday with you is so loving. Your DP is so romantic and so is y’all’s sex life.

Tidbits: Yoga, leggings, dance, toes, Nail extensions

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[dnangelic]

maaaan smth abt dark's 'someday i'll break / that's just like human beings isn't it?' and the way tht for him n very much him specifically as a non-human 'monster' and an immortal curse who is fundamentally (inherently) lacking without his host tht being able to nevertheless love is also being able to live is also being able to die, (look hes a diehard romantic. literally) or him desperately not wanting to be forgotten and left completely alone and vulnerable above all else in a series that constantly repeats the concept of grief, first death, then second metaphysical death and how important it is for others who can to keep on living while protecting and remembering loved ones through memory, yeeeesh!! sheesh. y'know?

dark's not human for as much as he longs to be, he is a (literal) thing, nobody can ever, ever convince him otherwise no matter how many sincere 'but you are human! ur not a thing!' -esque phrases they give him because it'll always be a lie and missing (just by a graze, really!) the point of itself. he's not human alone by himself, but in his own way, he can still relate to them, them to him, in feeling from love to sorrow to longing to all the rest and his own someday-disappearance, his passing or his destruction- the same way that so long as he exists, even by the half, he can still always struggle for something full in other's memories before they disappear from him. sugisaki's interview remark on the last few chapters especially was her hoping to show that the art was always more than just these 'things,' that could be so easily destroyed, or things that, while considered 'priceless and valuable,' weren't actually worthy of or given any true love or sentiment, care or empathy by their creators!!!

in dnangel lives are equated too to works of art, just as the artworks in the series are magical and 'alive', imbued with others' feelings (a la 'in this world magic is created by human hearts') - so really anybody who gives dark a 'but you ARE human ur NOT a thing' line only needs to adjust that thinking just a tiny, tiny bit- dark's a thing, but he doesn't have to be just a thing. he's not human, and is fundamentally different from them, but he can be like them in his own way; his character is one that understands deeply, intimately, what it means to be born, even as a mistake, even 'wrongly', and to still want to bear meaning, to be a beautiful work of art(to be a beautiful existence, to bear a beautiful life,) and to wander and suffer as well as find and be found by 'something he's looking for.' (for him and many others, love - not just romantic, either.)

especially because dark is the niwa's curse rather than one of the series' full live-arts, his core is always simultaneously this nonfeeling human thing yet also daisuke, who is the human one between them, and likewise provides every human quality from body to cognition, sentiment and empathy to dark. but dark's 'breaking' is something that he does on his own, separated from daisuke all the while reminding daisuke that he's always been daisuke, daisuke has always been him, and that if it weren't for daisuke - he wouldn't have been able to live, much less exist. that's the truth, but it's the fact he truly ever existed at all that he could even accomplish something like this!! the opera ghost really existed!!! even if everybody forgets because the magic gets undone post-canon, daisuke never forgets dark! he's there and proof that dark had once been there, that dark was real!

#*･ﾟ⊰ 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒. ⊱ ✦ › OUT. #reference. #this is NOT structured whatsover this is stream of consciousness and not even my alert consciousness. #i am going to sleep. but this line drives me up the walLLSSSS DARKKKKKK #DARKKKK #trying not to bring krad into this longass strip of paragraphs but krad is soooo important too #in regards to this all #who would win dark's ancient immortal grief and selflessly loving-but-doomed-lovelessness or krad's empty room #and disdain for human sentiment and attachment. #GO