#I'm the charmer so true

[chancheols]

Charmer skz!! Or should I say charmah

This is high praise, actually. Thank you 💕💕

Anon me a song that matches my tumblr vibe

[astrotruther]

Rising Signs Observations

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➶ Aries Ascendant is a very rare placement. The most identifiable trait of these natives is their innocent faces. The sign of Aries brings a child-like quality. These people are often told that they look way younger than their age. They also often don't indulge in cosmetic procedures because they like their youthful/ natural look. E.g. Penélope Cruz, Joseph Gordon-Levitt.

➶ Taurus Ascendants (both men & women) are some of the most on-paper/ conventionally beautiful people that I've never looked at twice. I'm sorry, you all are amazing, I've just never been attracted to a Taurus Rising. E.g. Miley Cyrus, Austin Butler. With Gemini in their 2nd House, they can be very successful writers. E.g. Toni Morrison, George R. R. Martin, Salman Rushdie.

➶ Gemini Ascendant women have some of the most unforgettable faces. They also have a youthful look but their beauty differs from Aries Ascendant. They rarely come off as childlike or cute, their aura is rather graceful and intellectual. E.g. Julianne Moore, Kristen Stewart, Amy Winehouse, Priyanka Chopra, Drew Barrymore. Men with this placement are also popular but there's nothing jaw dropping about their looks (or maybe it's just me lol). E.g. Matthew McConaughey, Armie Hammer, Ashton Kutcher.

➶ Cancer Rising men are so chill and have a knack for comedy. E.g. Paul Rudd, Matt LeBlanc, Hasan Minhaj. Their talking voice can be a little goofy; E.g. The Weeknd lol. Women are usually sweet but can be problematic/ drama queens if unevolved. E.g. Chrissy Teigen, Tyra Banks.

➶ The placement that's hands down most likely to gain massive fame is Leo Ascendant. An issue most of them seem to face is of longevity. Often they're associated with a certain project or stereotyped in some way that people can't see them as a versatile individual. Blake Lively - Gossip Girl, Lucy Hale - Pretty Little Liars, Matthew Perry - F.R.I.E.N.D.S, Selena Gomez - Justin Bieber, lol sorry!

➶ Virgo Risings have the most boy/ girl next door aura about them. They have a similar charming wit as Gemini Risings which makes them likable and popular. However, these people may have skeletons in their closet. They are ordinary enough that nobody suspects them of any wrong-doing. This is the placement that can get away with murder. Even if controversies come to light, they're much later in their careers after they've amassed fame, wealth and success. E.g. Steve Jobs, Chris Noth.

➶ Libra Ascendants don't necessarily have the best fashion sense but they always look good. They're very likeable and often down to earth people. Very loyal. Some of them gain a lot of attention for the people they choose to date. E.g. Jennifer Aniston, Britney Spears, Yoko Ono.

➶ I've seen people say Capricorn Risings are a lot like Scorpio Risings due to dark aesthetic/ piercings etc. While Saturn does influence the aesthetic but it is still a very surface level observation based on celebs that often just put on a persona. The essence of these two is quite different:

Scorpio Risings are charmers. They look you in the eye while you talk to them. The eyes are the most obvious identifying factor. Rather than having a specific shape, Scorpio risings' eyes have a depth to them that makes you feel 'seen', and has an underlying promise of understanding your true self. Also, it is THE bollywood IT boy placement. E.g. Shah Rukh Khan, Hritik Roshan, Arjun Rampal. Personal planets in Scorpio, especially a stellium, has a similar effect. However, I don't see it manifest in the same way for women. Their piercing gaze may often come off as just cold. The most prominent example of this is Chloë Sevigny.

On the other hand, Cap. Risings are charming in a less personal way. They are the lookers, the ones on the stage, the center of attention; they radiate their charm to the hoards of awestruck admirers. There's no reading between the lines for unsaid promises, just a very attractive person. E.g. Ariana Grande, Jung Kook, Zac Efron.

➶ Sagittarius Risings have a natural talent in acting. Some may look intimidating from afar but they're very kind people once you talk to them. They're versatile and like to experiment with their art, style, self-expression etc. Their fashion sense depends on whether or not they have a good stylist. E.g. Elizabeth Taylor, RM, Brad Pitt, Winona Ryder, Jennifer Lawrence, Jodie Foster, Jada Pinkett-Smith, Kim Kardashian.

➶ Aquarius Risings - popular & widely talked about on the internet, no matter if the career is prolific or not. These are the celebs whom most people have a crush on. E.g. Ian Somerhalder, Zendaya, Aaliyah, Audrey Hepburn, George Clooney, Orlando Bloom.

➶ Pisces Risings - Something very distinct about their look or the way they speak/ sing etc. Sometimes the eyes have an intimidating look to them but they're the least intimidating people ever. E.g. Billie Eilish, Adam Driver, Peter Dinklage, Morgan Freeman, Ellen DeGeneres, Kajol.

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[insidekatmind]

Argument-Hector Fort

Request: yes!

You're in your room, arms crossed as you stare at Hector with a look full of frustration. Your breath comes in uneven puffs, and he's no different. His usually soft blue eyes are now clouded with anger, his jaw clenched.

"You just don’t get it, do you?" you snap, your voice thick with emotion. "It’s not just about this! It’s about how you make me feel!"

Hector runs a hand through his blonde hair, exasperated. "And what am I supposed to do, Y/N? Tell me! Because no matter what I do, it never seems like it’s enough for you!"

His words hit you in the chest, and you clench your fists at your sides. "It’s not about doing enough, Hector. It’s about understanding me. About seeing me. And sometimes, it feels like you’re too caught up in yourself to do that."

He shakes his head, his breathing heavy. "That’s not true, and you know it. I care about you more than anything. But it feels like every time I try to show you, you find a reason to doubt me."

You bite your lip, your heart pounding in your chest. The tension between you two is palpable, electric. Every word is like a spark that could ignite everything. Hector stares at you intensely, his chest rising and falling quickly.

"Tell me you don’t love me anymore, and I’ll leave," he whispers, his voice thin.

Your breath catches. The world seems to stop for a moment. The mere thought of not having him by your side feels like someone has taken the air from your lungs. But your pride keeps you frozen, staring at him, unable to say anything.

He steps forward, closing the gap between you. His scent surrounds you, familiar and comforting, but the tension doesn’t loosen. He looks at you, desperately searching for an answer in your eyes. And then, suddenly, he breaks every barrier.

His lips crash onto yours with an intensity that leaves you breathless. It’s a kiss full of anger, desperation, saying everything that words can’t express. His hands grab your waist tightly, as if he's afraid you’ll slip away. You respond with the same fervor, your fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer.

The kiss grows deeper, and all the built-up tension turns into a burning desire. Your bodies press together, emotions swirling in an uncontrollable vortex. When you break apart, both of you gasping for air, Hector rests his forehead against yours, his eyes burning into yours.

"Don’t ever make me think you might not want me," he murmurs, his voice rough.

You shake your head, finally letting go of your pride. "I want you. Always."

Hector smiles faintly, his thumb brushing your cheek softly. "Then let’s stop fighting over stupid things."

You nod, and this time, it’s you who kisses him, more gently, letting love take the place of the anger. The kiss lingered in the air, a soft and intimate moment finally broken by Hector's quiet chuckle as your foreheads touch. "I'm sorry," he murmurs, his voice tinged, as usual, with a trace of his thick spanish accent.

You smile softly, kissing his jaw. "I already forgave you baby". He lets out a soft sigh, tilting his head to one side at your kiss, enjoying the tender moment after the argument. "You forgive me too easily," he mutters, a slight teasing in his voice.

You playfully roll your eyes and gently swat his chest, your fingers lingering on his chest a little while longer before pulling away. "Shut up," you respond, your tone light-hearted. "You know I can't stay mad at you for long."

Hector grins, his hand sliding to your hip, giving it a light squeeze. "I know, I know. You're too sweet for your own good." He leans in, brushing his nose against yours. "And I'm lucky to get away with so much."

You let out a soft laugh, your hands moving to rest on his shoulders, fingers tracing light patterns. "You're just a big charmer, and you know it," you say, your voice just above a whisper, the words almost lost in the small gap between your lips.

Hector's grin widens as he moves closer, pressing his body fully against yours. His hand moves to the small of your back, pulling you in even closer. "Well, I can't help it if I'm naturally charming," he teases, his other hand finding its way to your waist, his touch gentle but possessive.

Hector kisses your neck softly, nibbling it. You let out a soft sigh of pleasure as Hector's lips graze your neck, the gentle nibbles sending chills down your spine. Your fingers grip his shoulders tighter instinctively, your body reacting to his touch."Hector," you whisper, both a plea and a warning.

He smirks against your skin, aware of the effect he has on you. "Yes, cariño?" he responds, his lips continuing to explore your neck, moving up to your earlobe, his breath hot against your skin.

Your breath hitches at the nickname, his voice sending fresh sparks of desire through you. "Stop teasing me," you manage to say, your voice shaky but filled with want.

Hector chuckles in amusement and squeezes your ass. "Darling, I don't want to tease you, I just want to make it up to you" he murmurs, playfully nibbling your earlobe. Your breath catches in your throat as his hand squeezes your ass. Your fingers dig into his shoulders, a mixture of desire and mock indignation. "Oh, really?" you respond, your voice betraying your growing arousal. "And how exactly do you plan to make it up to me?"

He grins against your skin, his hand moving lower, gently massaging your ass. "Oh, trust me, cariño, I have a few ideas," he replies, his voice low and sensual. Hector's other hand slips under your t-shirt, his fingers brushing against your bare skin, sending another shiver down your spine.

You had a long day ahead of you.

[rubywillkins]

Hello I just saw that you opened the café could I please order a White mocha with whipped cream, almond soy and oat milk and for appetizers caprese skewers and meatballs and cheese sticks for main course butter fried chicken, potato gnocchi and sparkling water with club soda with Lando Norris? I hope it's not too much and can't wait to see what you write ☺️

Sure darling ♥️, nothing is too much darling you can ask as much you want ♥️

Lando Norris |

Between Laps and Love

Pairing lando × female reader

White Mocha married whipped cream sweet sex almond milk vaginal sex soy milk oral sex oat milk fingering caprese skewers Breeding kink meat balls body worship cheese sticks Praise kink butter fried chicken "slowly, baby, I'm not going anywhere" potato gnocchi "shh, just look at me, baby" sparkling water after care club soda pillow talk

The quiet hum of rain filled the room as Lando stood by the window, gazing out at the dimly lit city. Y/N was seated on the bed, her hair falling in soft waves over her shoulders, her delicate features illuminated by the warm glow of the bedside lamp.

“You’re staring again,” she said, her voice teasing as she caught his reflection in the glass.

Lando turned, a soft smile tugging at his lips. “I can’t help it. You’re the most beautiful thing in my world.”

Y/N’s cheeks flushed, but she laughed lightly. “You say that every day.”

“Because it’s true,” he replied, crossing the room to her. He knelt in front of her, his hands resting gently on her thighs. “You’re stunning, Y/N. Every inch of you, inside and out. And I fall in love with you a little more every single day.”

She reached out, her fingers threading through his curls. “You’re a charmer, Lando Norris,” she whispered, her voice soft. “But I love you for it.”

He leaned forward, his lips brushing against hers. The kiss was slow, unhurried, a reflection of the deep bond they shared. His hands moved to her waist, pulling her closer as he deepened the kiss, pouring all his love and admiration into the moment.

As they pulled away, he rested his forehead against hers. “I’ve been thinking about something,” he murmured.

“What is it?” she asked, her breath warm against his lips.

“I want us to have a baby,” he said, his voice trembling slightly with emotion. “I want to see you carrying our child, to create a life that’s part of both of us.”

Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, and she cupped his face in her hands. “I’ve been thinking about that too, Lando,” she admitted. “I want it more than anything.”

He smiled, his heart swelling with love. “Then let’s try,” he whispered, his voice low and filled with promise.

He slowly spread your legs and starts drawing circles on your clit while caressing your stomach slowly while kissing your lips..

He starts to move towards your jaw to your neck... marking you with his mouth... He slowly inserted his one finger inside and than another...

He was fingering you while sucking on your breasts... And you were pulling his hair in joy.. he definitely know what was he doing... "Baby, your breast are so soft... And you have the most beautiful pussy" he said mesmerized by your beautiful body...

He inserted his third finger but it was a bit too much for you so you winced in pain... "Lando, stopp.. it hurts" "shh, just look at me, baby, let me love you"

He removed his fingers from you and starts to suck on your clit... Gently at first... Than turning rough .. he was sucking your clit.. while kneeding your breast.. while your hands were still in his hair.. pressing his head to your clit...

After sometime you came in his mouth..

He inserted his dick and started fucking you in missionary... He didn't wait.. he was too needy...

His pace was fast.. "slowly, baby, I'm not going anywhere"

You said moaning his name..

"yea just wait.. I'm gonna fill this pussy up with my babies".. "gosh y/n you will look so good pregnent"..

He was fuckinh you in missionary... And than he put both of your legs on his shoulder and starts to fuck you more deeply...

With every pound in you, you can feel how much he needed you.. with all his love.

After nearly fucking for hours..you he came inside you multiple times.. filling your soft pussy with his white semen...

Lando and Y/N lay tangled in each other, their breaths still uneven but slowly calming. The bed was warm, the air heavy with the scent of love and intimacy.

Lando shifted slightly, propping himself up on one elbow to look at her. Y/N’s cheeks were flushed, her lips slightly swollen from their kisses, and her hair spread out like a halo on the pillow. She looked utterly perfect to him.

“You’re glowing,” he whispered, brushing a strand of hair from her face. His fingers lingered on her cheek, his touch impossibly gentle.

Y/N laughed softly, her voice still husky. “That’s just the sweat, love.”

“No,” he said, shaking his head, his expression serious yet adoring. “It’s you. You’re breathtaking, Y/N. Every inch of you.” His hand trailed down her arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake. “I don’t think I’ll ever stop being in awe of you.”

She bit her lip, her heart swelling at his words. “You have a way with compliments, don’t you?”

“Only when it comes to you,” he replied, leaning down to kiss her forehead.

After a few moments, Lando rolled out of bed and offered her his hand. “Come on,” he said softly.

She looked up at him, puzzled. “Where are we going?”

“To clean up. I can’t have my baby feeling uncomfortable, can I?”

Y/N smiled, taking his hand and letting him guide her to the bathroom. He ran the warm water, soaking a soft cloth before gently dabbing at her skin. His touch was tender, and his focus was entirely on her.

“You don’t have to—” she began, but he interrupted her with a soft kiss.

“I want to,” he said. “Taking care of you is the greatest privilege.”

He continued with slow, deliberate movements, ensuring she felt nothing but comfort. When he was done, she returned the favor, tracing the cloth over his broad chest and shoulders, the intimacy deepening with every shared glance and soft touch.

Once they were both refreshed, he carried her back to bed, pulling the covers up around them. Y/N nestled against him, her head on his chest and her hand tracing idle circles on his skin.

“What are you thinking about?” she asked after a while, her voice a whisper in the quiet room.

“About you. About us,” Lando replied, his fingers playing with her hair. “And how lucky I am to have you. Do you know how much I love you?”

“I think I have an idea,” she teased, looking up at him with a playful smile.

He shook his head. “Not enough. I’ll spend the rest of my life proving it to you.” He paused, his hand moving to rest over hers on his chest. “And I can’t stop thinking about what it’ll be like when we have a baby. Our baby, Y/N. They’ll have your eyes, your smile... and they’ll know every day how loved they are.”

Tears prickled her eyes at his words. “You’ll be the best father, Lando. I know it.”

“And you’ll be the most incredible mother,” he whispered, kissing her knuckles. “But until then, we have each other. And I’ll make sure every moment with you is unforgettable.”

The rest of the night was spent in soft murmurs and gentle laughter, their hands never losing contact, their love wrapping them in warmth. Eventually, sleep claimed them, their dreams filled with visions of a future they couldn’t wait to build together

[ihaznoclue]

Can I request headcanons for TFP Smokescreen, Knockout, and Optimus Prime reacting to his human gn s/o telling him his eyes are beautiful please?

Pairings -> Smokescreen, Knockout, Optimus Prime x Reader

Warnings -> None

Note -> Reader tells them their eyes are beautiful

Genre -> Fluff

SMOKESCREEN

He would be so smug about the compliment

He would actually like that you like his optics, he just thinks they are just pain bright blue to him

But instantly thinks he's awesome because of it now

Smokescreen can never let this down

Not a compliment from you of course

Like literally when he would be upset about something just say that you think his optics are pretty

It boots his confidence to the max

I'm not even kidding you

He literally deserves the compliments and the love

Because he is underrated af

Smokescreen stares at them, his optics widening a little to the compliment you just gave him. The compliment now sinks into him, then he blinks a couple of times than flashes a charming smile

"Beautiful, Huh? I always thought they were just basic blue in my opinion" His voice take into the playfulness

"But I do look pretty don't I?"

Smokescreen would take it with humor, but deep down he is touched but a little self-concious in the best way possible. He feels special now that he knows that you like his optics

KNOCKOUT

Knockout would be pleased to get a compliment from his very own soulmate

Like he literally loves when you praise him and now you are giving him compliments now

A dream come true

Knockout knows that he is stylish and handsome

Then he would kind of tease about it but in all honesty he's just trying to get more compliments out of you

To be fair he deserves all of it

Knockout stares at them for a few moment until tilting his helmet to the side a little, his red optics staring as he raises an eyebrow, his little white ear like parts wiggling a bit

"Well, aren't you the charmer. I'm usually the charmer in this relationship but my my~"

He then steps closer to where you were standing on a bench that was nearly his height, "But hearing it from someone like you, I must be dreaming right now"

He then smirks, a touch of warmth covering his spark, he never gets much compliments since he's a decepticon and all

But man that compliment made him more smug, but he was happy

OPTIMUS PRIME

Optimus is always pleased to receive positive affirmations from his lover

He would always fine comfort in the words that you say to him as he always take it with a smile

But he would not really except something so suddenly sometimes

Since he is always a busy bot who is basically a leader for the autobots

He never has time for stuff like this

But he was willing to try just for you

Optimus pauses on what he was doing for a second, every was gone away in the base while it was just you and Optimus in the main area

Him working on the pads while you were on the same bench watching with doe eyes then you said it

"Beautiful.. my optics?" Optimus questioned as you nodded, I have always thought of them for scanning and using them for good, but that was that was quite nice of you"

Then he looked down at you with a generon smile, "I have never taken much time to consider the beauty of such things, but hearing your words.. I see that they are worthy of saying"

"Thank you for the compliment"

Optimus is always a kind bot, but finding the comfort of someone else is was truly worthy for and will always treasure them forever

-A<3

[wholoveseggs]

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{Kol Mikaelson x F!Reader} Request {@perseephoneee}: AGAHWHWN KINKTOBER IS HERE YOU SLUTS!! now you know me so I shall be requesting kol with either size kink or first time!! mwah 💋

♡♡♡ Ahhh! I love you @perseephoneee! And you can have both size kink and first time ~xoxox ♡♡♡

2.6k words - Kinks: this one is super romantic and sappy, first time, size kink & a picnic date...

It was a warm summer evening, with the sky painted in a beautiful mix of dark blue, purple, and orange. Your boyfriend, Kol, was taking you to a meadow where the two of you could have a picnic and enjoy the scenery. It felt like something out of a dream, and you couldn't be happier to be spending time with him.

When you arrived, Kol spread out a large blanket for the two of you to sit on. He placed a wicker basket full of food in the center. "This is all for you, sweetheart."

You sat down, crossing your legs as Kol joined you. You looked at the assortment of foods he'd brought and smiled when you noticed some of your favorites. Picking up a chocolate-covered strawberry, you took a slow bite, savoring the sweetness. A soft moan escaped your lips as the rich chocolate melted in your mouth.

"You didn't have to do all this for me, Kol," you said, your voice soft with appreciation as you took another bite.

"Nonsense," he responded with a charming grin, his eyes twinkling in the fading sunlight. "A girl like you deserves the world."

You couldn’t help but smile at his words. Kol had always been a charmer, but his compliments still made you feel warm inside. He had a way of making you feel like the most special person in the world, and tonight was no different.

"Here, have some wine." He handed you a glass, which you accepted with a grateful smile.

You sipped the wine, feeling the warmth of the alcohol mixed with the evening air. As you nibbled on more food, the conversation flowed easily between you. You were surprised to find out that Kol enjoyed horror movies, something you hadn’t expected. When you told him about your love for romcoms, he grinned.

"Don't worry, darling, I'll keep the monsters away from you," he teased.

You giggled, giving him a playful nudge. "You don’t have to do that. I can protect myself, you know."

"I'm sure you can," he said, his voice softening as his arm wrapped around you. "But let me be your hero."

You leaned into his touch, the warmth of his body soothing and familiar. The meadow was growing darker, the soft buzz of crickets filling the air, and the glow of fireflies flickering around you, adding to the romance of the evening.

As the sun set completely, the two of you lay back on the blanket, staring up at the stars, your fingers intertwined. The sky above was like a dark canvas, dotted with glimmering lights. Your heart skipped a beat when you spotted a shooting star streak across the sky.

"Look, there's a shooting star!" you exclaimed, pointing excitedly.

Kol followed your gaze, a smile tugging at his lips. "Make a wish, darling."

You closed your eyes, silently making a wish before opening them again. When you looked over at Kol, he was watching you with a soft, almost reverent expression, his gaze filled with something that made your heart race.

"What did you wish for?" he asked, his voice low.

You chuckled softly, shaking your head. "I can't tell you, or it won't come true."

Kol smirked playfully. "Fine, keep your secrets," he teased, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to your temple.

As the evening deepened, Kol’s lips began to trail down your neck, leaving soft, teasing kisses that sent shivers through you. You could feel the tension building between you, a tension that had been simmering all night. His kisses were gentle, but there was an urgency beneath them that made your pulse quicken.

The two of you had never gone all the way before, though you had shared intimate moments. Kol had always been respectful, never pushing you for more than you were ready to give. But tonight felt different. Tonight, you felt ready. You wanted him, and you wanted him in every way.

Your hand slid down his chest, feeling the muscles under his shirt as your fingers trailed down to his belt. Kol’s kisses paused as he pulled back to look at you, his eyes filled with concern.

"Are you sure, love?" he asked, his voice gentle. "We don’t have to do anything. I can wait as long as you need."

Your heart swelled at the care in his voice, but the need inside you was undeniable. You bit your lip and nodded, your voice barely above a whisper. "I'm ready. I want this. I want you."

Kol’s gaze softened, his eyes filled with adoration. For a moment, he simply stared at you, as if trying to memorize every detail of your face. Then he kissed you again, this time with more passion, more fire. His lips moved against yours with a hunger that sent sparks through your entire body.

You let your hand drift lower, brushing against the hard length of him through his pants. Kol chuckled softly against your lips, pulling back just enough to speak.

"Not too fast, darling," he said with a smirk, before going back to kissing you. He started undressing you slowly, his hands lingering over each new bit of skin he revealed.

The air was getting colder, but the heat between the two of you kept you warm. Once you were fully undressed, you felt self-conscious about your body, and tried to cover yourself up. You had never been exposed in front of anyone like this before.

He gave you an understanding look and kissed you again, his lips soft and reassuring. He leaned back and pulled out another blanket from the basket, covering the both of you. "There, now we'll stay nice and warm."

You blushed and let your arms fall, allowing him to take in the sight of you. You were still nervous, but his gaze filled you with a strange sort of confidence.

He continued trailing kisses down your neck and across your collarbone. You sighed softly, closing your eyes as his hands caressed your bare skin. Your hands roamed over his back, tracing the lines of his muscles.

You felt his fingers brush against your entrance, sending a shiver through your body. Kol gently stroked you, his movements slow and careful, his fingers moving in teasing circles.

"Tell me if it's too much," he whispered, his breath warm against your skin.

You nodded, a quiet moan escaping your lips as his fingers dipped inside you. He took his time, working you open, his mouth continuing its trail of kisses. His fingers were so much bigger than yours, and they filled you in a way you hadn't experienced before.

He smiled against your neck, his tongue tracing the shell of your ear. "How does it feel, darling?"

"G-good," you managed to gasp out, your eyes squeezing shut.

He continued his slow exploration, his fingers moving deeper. Your body trembled as you felt your orgasm building. Your breath came in ragged gasps, your heart racing.

Suddenly, his fingers pulled out of you and you let out a small noise of protest, your eyes fluttering open. Kol smirked, his eyes filled with mischief, before he dipped his head under the blanket.

"Kol, what are you -" your question was cut off as his tongue flicked against your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body.

"Oh, god," you moaned, your fingers tangling in his hair as his tongue licked and teased, his fingers slipping back inside you. You couldn't think, could only feel.

The blanket on top of you was suddenly too warm and restrictive, and you yanked it off the both of you. He looked up at you, his dark eyes full of desire. He smirked against you, his lips curling up in a smug grin.

"What's wrong, love?" he asked, his voice a teasing rumble. "Getting too hot?"

You let out a breathy laugh, your fingers tightening in his hair, pushing his face closer. His tongue returned to your clit, and a groan escaped your lips.

"Oh, fuck," you whimpered, your body tensing as your orgasm drew closer. Kol seemed to sense this, and he doubled his efforts, his fingers moving faster and his tongue swirling around your clit.

The tension in your body snapped and you cried out, your hips bucking involuntarily as the pleasure washed over you. Kol kept licking and sucking, prolonging the sensation. Your vision blurred and you collapsed back onto the blanket, panting.

"Wow," you gasped, staring up at the starry sky, your body humming with pleasure.

Kol grinned and crawled back up, hovering over you, his eyes roaming over your face. "You are a vision, darling."

You blushed, pulling him down for a kiss, tasting yourself on his lips. Your body was already aching for more, and you could feel his hardness pressed against your thigh.

His kisses were gentle and tender, and it felt as if he were worshiping your lips with his. He didn't want to rush you, and the slowness was driving you crazy. You could feel yourself growing impatient, your need for him intensifying.

"Kol," you whispered, your fingers digging into his shoulders. "I want you."

He pulled back, his eyes filled with uncertainty. "Are you sure, love? I don't want to hurt you."

You nodded, your hand sliding down his chest to his belt, finally freeing his cock from its confines. He let out a groan as you began stroking him, your touch feather-light.

His eyes fell closed, his forehead resting against yours, his breath hot against your skin. "Fuck," he whispered, his voice strained. "You're going to be the death of me."

"Then I guess you better fuck me," you replied, a teasing smirk on your face.

"Such a crude word from such a pretty mouth," he said, his own mouth curling up into a smirk.

He moved down and guided himself inside you, pushing past the slight resistance. Your body was still sensitive from your previous orgasm, and the new sensation sent waves of pleasure through you.

He was big, much bigger than his fingers, and he stretched you in a way that was almost too much, but not quite. You were still relaxed and wet from before, and it helped ease the pressure as he filled you completely.

"Are you alright?" he asked, his voice low and strained.

All you could do was nod, your body adjusting to his size. He held still, giving you a moment to get used to him, his eyes watching yours intently.

You reached up and kissed him, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Your legs wrapped around his waist, urging him to move. He pulled back slightly, then thrust forward, drawing a gasp from your lips.

The feeling was intense, but not painful, and it sent sparks of pleasure through your body. He did it again, this time a little harder, his movements slow and deliberate.

"Yes," you moaned, your head falling back.

His movements became faster and more urgent, his breathing ragged. He leaned down, his mouth capturing yours in a hungry kiss, his tongue slipping past your lips.

You met his movements with your own, your bodies moving in sync, your nails digging into his shoulders. Your body was on fire, every nerve ending tingling, and the coil of pleasure within you grew tighter with every thrust.

He kissed along your jaw, his teeth grazing your skin, his hands gripping your hips. His rhythm became erratic, and you could tell he was close, trying to hold back for you.

"Kol, I'm going to-" Your words were cut off by a cry as your second orgasm hit, your body shuddering beneath his.

Kol groaned, his fingers digging into your hips as he followed you over the edge. He collapsed against you, his forehead pressed against yours, both of you panting.

You couldn't believe how good it felt to be this close to someone, to have their body joined with yours. He was so sweet and considerate and you felt so lucky to have him be your first. You could hardly contain the amount of affection and love you had for him.

Kol lifted his head and pressed a soft kiss to your lips, his eyes filled with emotion. He brushed a strand of hair from your face, a tender smile playing on his lips. You were shivering slightly from the cold and the thin layer of sweat that coated your bodies.

"Here, darling," he said, wrapping the blanket around the two of you, "let's get you warm."

He laid down beside you and pulled you into his arms, the warmth of his body chasing away the chill in the air. You snuggled against him, your head resting on his chest, his heartbeat a steady drum beneath your ear.

"So, what did you wish for earlier?" he asked, a teasing glint in his eyes.

"You," you replied, leaning up and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "I wished for you."

His eyes softened, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. You had no idea how precious your heart was, and how far he would go to protect it. You were everything to him, and he would cherish you until the end of time.

"I'm glad it came true," he whispered, holding you tighter.

The two of you lay there for a while, just enjoying each other's presence. The air was getting cooler, and the crickets were beginning to quiet down. Soon, the only sound was the faint rustle of the trees in the wind.

You closed your eyes, the sound lulling you to sleep. The last thing you heard was a soft whisper in your ear.

"Sleep well, darling. I love you."

{<- kinktober masterlist}

[themysticaldrumstick]

7 DAYS IN PARADISE

Marriage. Holy, pure, life-long, consuming-- or, so people think. It sure was, that last part, when it came to you, at least. But, that for you, was six years ago.

Now, you're pushing thirties, flirty and quirky-- no, you aren't. Stuck in a monotonous job with zero entertainment, and taking care of your son has become your full-time job. Or, at least, it feels that way.

But, one fateful Tuesday night, you find a ticket to Hawaii, under your bed and things take a turn for the comedic worse. Calm down, calm down. After all, what's wrong with a little trip to the soothing beaches with your ex-partner and your son, right?

You just know his antics too well by now.

Crazy little punk.

FEATURES:

Fully customizable MC with traits and features of choice(going for extensive customization).

Uh.. exclusive personality following the Myers-Briggs? Excuse me, what more can you ask for?

Choose the genders of your ROs.

Fall in love and enjoy the sunny beaches of Hawaii, girlies, guylies, and.. uh, non-binar-ies?

I'm gonna shut up now.

ROMANTIC INTERESTS:

Ellie/Elliot Williams

Yeah, exactly who you thought it would be. Your ex-partner, your ex-lover, blah. Once upon a time, you had loved them. Dearly so. It's been six-years since your terrible, messy divorce and, arguements between you two, are almost never ending. Will their lingering feelings for you be enough to pull you back into their love on this trip, or has their boat fully sailed?

Manjari/Manoj Patel

A blast from the past. If it weren't for E, you'd have almost dated them, instead. They were your best-friend and closest confidant back in the day. Now that, the lines between love and hate have blurred, will you still be able to find a common ground to love?

Bella/Beckett James

The sexy bartender and resident charmer that has you feeling all young and wanted. If it wasn't for your trip, you probably wouldn't have even thought that someone could want you so much. Will their crush on you magnify into true love or, will it wilt with the test of time?

Asks are welcome. All 18+ posts are under the #mature tag and community labelled for the safety of minors.

[winedarkgod]

something that comes up a lot in pagan spaces both online and irl I've noticed is this idea that nature/the natural world is "preferred" by the Gods, and that they aren't as likely to engage with worshippers in big cities or with modern technology.

and while it is true that nature is extremely important to the Gods, and many of us are frankly isolated from it, it has always felt off to me that people just unquestioningly accept this idea that Nature = Good and Civilization = Bad.

maybe it's because our current society is not structured in a way that allows for a reciprocal relationship with nature, or maybe it's because of some unconscious "noble savage" tropes being projected onto the polytheistic societies of the past.

regardless, when you actually look at the mythology, you find this assumption isn't true. sure, there are deities who may individually lean towards one or the other (Artemis comes to mind) - but generally speaking the Gods engaged with both the natural world and what was, for the time, modern society.

and I love the wild/nature aspects of Dionysus SO much. but to only focus on that side of him, and ignore his role in theater, viticulture and the arts (part of culture and civilization) would be both a disservice to myself and the power of the God.

and then there are Gods like Hephaestus, who may even "prefer" engaging with modern technology. people seem to forget there are like, literal robots in Greek mythology?

here's an example:

"The [mythical first bronze] temple [of Apollon at Delphoi] was the work of Hephaistos, or the legend about the Golden Singers, referred to by Pindaros in his verses about this bronze temple :--‘Above the pediment sang Khryseiai Keledones (Golden Charmers).’"

Pausanias, Description of Greece 10. 5. 12 (trans. Jones)

Hephaestus made Apollo automaton singers for one of his temples?? like that's cool as fuck

(as a side note, I do NOT think the arguments I'm making here apply to AI generated "content" - Hephaestus never made anything that deliberately stole the artwork of humans. fuck AI.)

but my point here is that for most of the Gods, the Nature vs. Civilization thing a lot of pagans hold on to is a false dichotomy. capitalism, colonialism and the exploitation of life have made our current society unsustainable, but civilization itself isn't inherently bad.

we must respect and honor nature. but we also need to respect and honor ourselves.

[emmkayyy03]

🏹Astro observations again🐅✨

So, I'm back again after long and here is a new set of observations I thought of sharing.❤️

Venus in Ashvini Nakshatra

You're someone who loves a good challenge. You’re drawn to excitement, impulsive connections, and thrill. The turn-on? Someone who knows how to match your energy, with a fiery passion that keeps you on your toes. You’re into someone who takes the lead but knows how to keep things spontaneous and playful. Fast-paced romance, intense physical attraction, and adventure are what get your heart racing. You enjoy someone who pushes boundaries and doesn’t play by the rules, keeping things unpredictable and full of desire.

Sun in the 11th House

The life of the party, but always with a little something hidden beneath. People love being around you, but you’re not just a social butterfly; you're building connections that serve a greater purpose. You love attention, but it’s not just about fame—it's about respect. The turn-on? When someone admires your intellect as much as your personality. You're attracted to someone who can stimulate your mind and keep up with your social energy. Power dynamics, where you get to hold the reins, are your thing, creating a balance between leadership and being in control.

Ketu in the 1st House

Mysterious, detached, and giving off serious monk vibes, you walk into a room and immediately have everyone wondering who you are. People are captivated by your elusive nature and that "I don’t need anyone" vibe. It’s a major turn-on for someone who wants a challenge. You need someone who’s okay with your distant, independent side and is drawn to unraveling the layers beneath. Mental stimulation and someone who understands your need for space while keeping the connection strong is key. Power dynamics work well, with you as the one holding emotional control.

Moon in Revati Nakshatra

If your Moon’s in Revati, you're a walking mystery. People can’t quite put their finger on you, but they’re drawn in like moths to a flame. Emotionally deep, you’re not just sensitive; you pick up on everything around you. Your dreamy side? That’s a huge turn-on. You're the type that gets someone to fall in love just by being present, not even saying a word. When you let someone in, though, they get a taste of that intensity. You need someone who understands your emotional depth—someone who’s into connecting on that raw, unfiltered level.

Moon in Magha Nakshatra

Royalty vibes, straight-up. You're emotionally strong and carry the weight of your lineage. You don’t take disrespect lightly, and when you demand respect, you’re not joking. The turn-on here is when someone recognizes and respects your strength. If they’re intimidated? That’s a massive turn-on for you—someone who sees your true value and isn’t afraid to bow down. You enjoy being adored or even worshipped in subtle ways—acts of reverence and respect turn you on in a way that’s unmatched.

Mercury in Hasta Nakshatra

With your hands being your greatest asset, you're the charmer and the creator. You know how to speak with your hands, whether it’s crafting something, writing something, or just giving a killer massage. The turn-on is someone who appreciates your talent and can read your body language just as much as they listen to your words. You like being admired for your skill and creativity. Tactile acts—whether it’s touch, massage, or intimate creative acts—are your vibe. It’s about connection through action.

Mars in Ashlesha Nakshatra

You’re not just seductive; you��re dangerous. You know how to manipulate a situation with your words and actions. People don’t even realize they’re being charmed, but you’ve got them hooked. The turn-on here is someone who can handle your intensity—someone who can play the game without being scared. Mind games and roleplay, where you take charge, are your thing. Being able to switch between dominance and playful banter keeps things unpredictable and thrilling.

Rahu in the 9th House

You challenge everything, and that rebellious nature is what draws people to you. The turn-on? When someone is intellectually stimulating, someone who isn’t afraid to debate or question everything like you do. If someone can keep up with your rebellious ideas and isn’t afraid of change, it’s a huge turn-on. Intellectual dominance and someone who can challenge your ideas and make you think is incredibly enticing. You’re into the deeper connections that go beyond just physical attraction.

Saturn in the 3rd House

You’ve got the quiet strength, the kind that makes people listen when you speak. You're about quality over quantity in communication, and that restraint makes you stand out. The turn-on here is someone who values your wisdom and isn’t intimidated by your quiet power. You’re attracted to someone who can read between the lines and get what you’re about without you having to say much. Subtle power plays work for you, where the tension builds gradually, and the control dynamic is more about who’s listening to who than anything else.

Venus in Revati Nakshatra

You’ve got that fairy-tale love vibe with a touch of edge. You attract people who see you as their healer, and let’s face it, you’re a softie underneath that hard exterior. The turn-on is when someone really gets you—when they don’t just see you as a fantasy, but understand your need to help while respecting your boundaries. Emotional intimacy combined with physical tenderness is your sweet spot, where you can give and receive care in a deep, meaningful way.

Moon Square Rahu

the emotional tug-of-war is real, and it makes you unpredictable. You go through highs and lows, but it’s that intensity that people are drawn to. The turn-on is when someone can match your unpredictability and emotional depth. They need to be able to handle your conflicting sides and embrace both your heart and your ambition. Emotional push-pull dynamics where you can switch between being deeply connected and wildly driven works for you. The excitement comes in the balance of passion and tension.

Darakaraka (DK) in Punarvasu

Your partner is the definition of resilience. They’ve got this ability to rise again no matter what life throws their way. Emotional stability is their thing, but they also crave excitement and new experiences. They’ll have this calming presence that makes you feel safe, yet every now and then, they’ll slip into their own world. They might be into philosophy, spirituality, or something creative like writing. They believe in second chances—whether in life, love, or your relationship—and they’ll always know how to bring the sunshine back after any storm. You’ll love the balance they bring, mixing emotional depth with a thirst for adventure. Their quiet strength and ability to stay grounded, while still exploring new horizons, will leave you completely hooked.

[atlabeth]

🧸 - i hope this piques your interest LOL but i'm deep in a benedict bridgerton mood waiting for s3 to air

could you do a fluffy slow burn blurb for him where reader completely takes him by surprise? up to your interpretation men are just always sexier when caught off guard and proven wrong 😁☝🏼

happy 3k again my love!!

twin flames

pairing: benedict bridgerton x fem!reader

summary: you and benedict bond at an art exhibition. he only seems to be oblivious when it can embarrass him most.

a/n: thank you so much for the request!! it was literally the first one and it's taken me almost a month. lol. im so sorry. but i hope you enjoy!!!

wc: 1.1k

warning(s): all fluff

“This is beautiful,” Benedict murmured, and he glanced at the man beside him. “Is this not one of the best pieces you’ve seen?” 

“I suppose it’s alright,” the man shrugged. 

“Just alright?” He frowned. “Are you feeling well, sir?” 

The man frowned as well as he moved onto the next painting, fully ignoring Benedict. He just shook his head and focused back on the painting, thinking aloud. 

“The use of color is just—” he shook his head again. “It’s incredible. The way the brushstrokes are used for depth and the unique way of shading… It all melds together so well, and yet I never would have thought to use any of it in that way.” 

“Is that true?” 

Benedict’s eyes flickered down to see you by his side, a pretty woman in a rather unassuming dress. He’d never seen you before at one of these exhibits, so you must have been new. He would have remembered a face such as yours. 

“Certainly,” he said, nodding with exuberance. “Art is meant to make you imagine, feel— when I look at this piece, I feel some sort of amazement. It captures the beauty of a starry night impeccably, but the technique gives it a completely fresh feel. It is as if I am looking up at the horizon on my own for the very first time again, amazed by the vastness of the world.” 

You smiled. “That is very kind of you to say, sir. You’ve quite an eye, sir—and certainly a way with words.” 

Benedict shrugged. “It is very simple with a piece such as this. I could wax poetic all day, Miss…” He trailed off, and his gaze fell back to you. “I apologize, my lady. You have me at a disadvantage.” 

That coy smile remained on your lips. “Miss Tilbury. And you are Benedict Bridgerton, yes?” 

He nodded, and he couldn’t help the slightly nervous laugh that came along with being in your presence. “I am embarrassed. You knew my name, but I didn’t know yours. You must forgive me.” 

“Oh, it is of no matter,” you said, brushing your hand through the air. “You already know more about me than most.” 

His eyebrows rose, and when his mouth opened, he found himself at a loss for words. It took a moment to compose himself—it was awfully difficult to think with those pretty eyes focusing so intently on him. 

“Pardon me for asking, but are you new to these exhibits?” 

Your eyebrows rose. “What makes you think that?” 

“I’ve not yet seen you around here,” he said. “And I am sure I would remember a face such as yours.”

“No,” you said, and your smile widened. “No, I frequent these sorts of exhibits. I’ve seen you before—I just must not have caught your eye.” 

“Oh, I think that impossible,” Benedict insisted. “Not only are you quite beautiful, my lady, you’ve also a sharp mind and a quick wit. Those are three things I can never ignore.” 

At that, you fully grinned, and he felt a smile of his own form. He’d only just met you and yet he felt this innate need to bring you joy. Perhaps it was a good thing you’d only just now met, for he could easily imagine thoughts of you consuming his every waking hour. 

“And you are quite the charmer, Mister Bridgerton,” you said. “Are you always this forward with women you just met?” 

“Only ones such as yourself,” he assured. “It is a delight to be able to discuss art with a twin flame.” 

“A twin flame?” 

“Someone who sees things the way I do,” Benedict said. “I tried to have a conversation about this piece with a man just before you, but he did not seem to understand it the way I did. You are refreshing, Miss Tilbury.” 

“Ah,” you said, and you nodded sagely. “Well, I may have just a bit more insight into this piece than that man did. I am the one who painted it, after all.” 

Benedict blinked. The words didn’t fully register in his mind. “What?” 

“I am the artist of this piece,” you said, gesturing at the painting they stood in front of. “I’m certainly flattered to know you enjoy it.” 

Benedict blinked again, and he felt heat spread across his whole face. He could not find any words in him for a strikingly long moment. 

“You can see my signature in the bottom right corner,” you continued. “My initials, of course. I paint under a pseudonym, for though those who run these exhibitions are more progressive than most, it can still be difficult as a woman to get our art displayed.” 

“I— I apologize, my lady,” Benedict finally managed to stammer. 

You tilted your head to the side as you looked back at him. “For what?” 

“For not knowing your name,” he rushed, “and insinuating that you were a newcomer, and acting as if I know more about your own art than you do.” 

You laughed, and Benedict once again found himself smiling at it. It felt like fresh snowfall—you were indeed refreshing. 

“You need not apologize, Mister Bridgerton,” you assured. “I do not lie—it is indeed flattering to know you see my art in such a light. I have seen some of your own pieces, and you are talented.” 

“I do not always feel it,” he mumbled. “More often than not, I can only see the flaws in my work. You have a rare quality indeed, my lady—you are able to compliment yourself.” 

“I do not believe in the need for self-deprecation in the artistic world,” you mused. “I am proud of this piece, so why would I not compliment it? I already have enough men trying to scorn me each day—I see no reason to contribute to the fire with my own words.”  

“And there is no reason for you to!” Benedict exclaimed. “Miss Tilbury, you’ve a way with a brush that very few do—at least with what I’ve seen. I— I consider it an honor to even be standing in your presence, if I am honest. Have you any other works I can see?” 

You smiled. “I do, but none of them are available in a manner such as this. I hope to display more soon.” 

“As do I,” Benedict said, nodding rapidly. “Mayfair should consider itself lucky to be graced by such fine artistry.” 

“And I consider myself lucky to get compliments from a man such as yourself.” Your smile turned slightly coy. “I could offer you some tips, of course. Since you were such a fan of my artwork.” 

Benedict could only stare at you for a moment. He did not know whether your words held more or not, but he realized he was alright with either—or both, if he found himself lucky enough. 

“I would love to, Miss Tilbury.” 

“I see no need for formalities.” You said your first name, your eyes sparkling. “We are twin flames, after all. Yes?” 

Benedict’s throat bobbed, but he could not help his grin. “Yes.” 

[xqueen-of-disasterx]

Keeping it quiet

Paring: Innocent!reader × dads!friend!Nat

Summery: You looked lonely Natasha could fix that

Warnings: SMUT, (legal) age gap, amab!nat, oral, fingering, p in v, pet names, implied aftercare, secret relationship, breeding kink, unprotected sex, no use of Y/N

Word count: 1.2k

!Disclaimer English is not my first language so please excuse any grammar or spelling errors. This story is completely fictional!

AN: sorry for the long wait but here I am

Masterlist

Today was supposed to be a normal BBQ like your family had had so often in this warm summer months but ever since your father invited his collegue over to join something changed. Ever since you met Natasha Romanoff about 3 months back you couldn't stop thinking about her. She might have been old enough to be your mother and a friend of your father but you couldn't denie the fact that you were attracted to her like flies to the light. She was a true charmer excatly knowing what to say and to do. You never felt uncomfortable around her even though she blatanly flited with you. Her touch somehow always lingering on your skin when the two of you were alone. It was only a matter of time until you ended in Natashas bed legs widely spread as she savoured your taste. So the time flew sneaking around your parents watch as you kept your illicent affair hidden falling head over heals for the older woman. Today was one of those days where Nat came over to your parents place and just couldn't keep her hands of you.

Like always Natashas steps were light on the cold tiles of the french villa your family owned. Sometimes you thought she was an actual spy. You didn't hear her standing in the kitchen in skimpy clothing preparing something for dinner as you mindlessly hummed along whatever Taylor Swift song was currently on the radio. "What are you doing bunny" She sneaked up behind you pressing her front into your back her crotch againt the swell of your ass. "Just doin' a salad you know" She humped checking out the area to see if your parents were around before doing anything further. Her hands came up to your hips pulling your behind harder against her crotch. "Natty please" you whined as she smirked pressing her nose against your neck smelling the expensive perfume she had gotten you. "We can't not here" your breathing was heavy uneven "What if my parents see?"

"They're in the garden trust me bunny" She whispered her strong hands trialling up your sides to your chest. Even though your body was betraying you leaning into her touch seemingly begging for more you couldn't give in just yet. You wanted to show her how you infact could be stronger than your most animalistic thoughts. "Natasha not now" she groaned into her hear making you feel the wettnes betwen your owm legs. "Fuck bunny I can't wait to feel your tight little pussy pulsing around me begging me to let you cum. And then after you had your sweet sweet release I'm gonna breed you're dripping with my cum" she whispered into your ear before pushing herself from the counter leaving into the garden. Of course she wouldn't actually get you pregnant you where on the pill and you weren't sure if she was even fertile. It was more of her kink she had explained to you.

The rest of the night you two kept your play up. Acting asif you couldn't care less what the other was doing in front of your parents. Still you couldn't help but admire her beautiful features as she had some boring converstaion with your father about politics or what ever. What really interested you would be the time spend between the sheets with her as she would show you all her passions and desires. After what seemed like hours you finally snuck your way into the guest room. She was spread wide on the comfortable mattress only wearing a wifebeater and her chequered boxers. "There's my bunny eh" she turned her head towards you as you made your way over to the bed swinging your hips . You sat down deside you before turning to kiss you roughly slipping her tongue into your mouth as you shifted to strangle her waist feeling her growing erection as you rolled your hips against her crotch.

"Fuck Bunny" she breathed out as she gripped onto your hips stilling you in place. "let me get you ready first" she whispered flipping you to lay under her as she kissed your neck down reamoving your cami top in the process. She took on nipple in her mouth slightly sucking on it before her big hand started playing with your other nipple rubbing over it. You let out quiet whippers as she switched sides. After what she deemed to be enough attention to your chest she kissed her way down to your panties nibbling on the skin of your hips. She made sure to leave hickeys in her way. You tried your best go keep it quiet but when Nat did her thing it was hard. Natasha kissed your clit through the soaked through panties pulling them down only to revel your sticky heat.

She made a bold lick from the end of your pussy right up your puffy clit swirling her trained tongue around the erected nub. Her scarlet lips attached to your clit sucking on it making you cry out as you tried to close your legs around her head but she kept them spread. She slowly inserted two of her long fingers into your clenching hole as you quietly cried out for mor and more. Natasha moved her fingers roughly and fast not giving you time to adjust. "Fuck your so tight" she groaned pumping her fingers even faster. “Natty ‘m close so close“ You felt your release close enough to grab but then Nat pulled her dripping fingers from your heat leaving you high and dry. “W-What?” You mumbled out opening your eyes again only to see Natasha smirking down at you “I want some fun too honey“ she smirked flipping you to your knees pushing your hips up as you arched your back showing off both your tight holes to her.

You heard her removing her boxers she already was rock hard for you her reddened tip leaking with pre cum as she expertly spits on her shaft spreading the slick over it. She moved closer pushing her tip to you clit enjoying the sight of you bucking your hips desperately trying to find your pleasure. “Ngh Tasha please” you begged making her listen slowly pushing in making you gasp at the feeling of being stretched out like that. She gave you time to quickly adjust before picking up pace fucking you hard and rough as she had a death grip on your hips. You couldn’t care less about the bruises as you pushed your face into the pillow muffling your sounds. With Natasha whimpers and the sound of skin slapping your moans filled the hot summer night air hoping your parents couldn’t hear you.

You kept clenching down on Nat she grabbed onto your shoulders. “Fuck ‘m gonna breed that little pussy ngh… I’m gonna make you so full of my cum“ you whined out before the coil in your stomach snapped and you came hard Natasha following soon releasing her white seed deep inside your whomp. She proceeded to help you through your orgasm even cleaning you up before cuddling you to sleep her arms tightly around your smaller body.

:)

[ddejavvu]

hey mei, if you feel like doing it i'd love to see poly!marauders fighting over who gets a turn in bed with reader next, if not no worries! love u!

love you too!

this post is 18+, minors dni.

"No, Prongs, you got last Thursday after practice. I specifically remember because I tried telling you to shower first, so that she wasn't getting a face full of your sweat." Remus narrows his eyes at James, who scoffs indignantly.

"Yeah, you told me to shower so I didn't stink, and I did! And while I was in the bathroom, you swooped in a tired her out!"

"That is not true," Remus snaps, "I went to the library! You're thinking of Tuesday, which was before Thursday, when your turn was, which means that I get the next turn."

"Mate, I'm telling you," James huffs, and Sirius plants his face into your shoulder with an overexaggerated snore, "I didn't get a go last week at all!"

"Well now you're being ridiculous," Remus gripes, "You have your face stuffed between her thighs practically every night, Potter. If you're gonna lie do it more convincingly."

"But this week's been busy and I haven't got the chance!" James insists, "Moony, Sirius might give into everything you want, but I'm not budging. It's my turn."

"Pair of charmers, aren't they?" Sirius drawls, his breath hot against the back of your neck as he murmurs by your ear.

"Mhm," You hum, and tense as his hand creeps up your thigh beneath your comforter, "Siri-"

"Shh," He quiets you, "They're gonna be bickering for a while. Why not enjoy ourselves?"

"They'll be jealous," You lament, but you don't push his hand away when it dips below the waistband of your pajama shorts, "Sirius, if we get caught-"

"Don't get us caught then, darling." He purrs, mouthing at the sensitive skin on your neck just below your ear. He leaves a sticky kiss there, trailing them down towards your collarbones as the first of his fingers ghosts down your slit, sending shivers up your spine, "If you're nice and quiet, they'll never know."

[emmynemm]

rather be swimming with you (than drowning in a crowded room)

finnick odair x fem!reader

Summary: You can’t dance. A certain sea green-eyed boy is determined to change that.

Word count: 945 words

A/n: This is the first fic I've ever written, I'm so so sorry if it's ooc or really bad!! This entire thing is purely self indulgent <//3 don’t be too mean English isn’t my first language and I’ll cry about it😕

──⭒─⭑─⭒────⭒─⭑─⭒──

The stars here never shone as bright as they did in the districts.

The logical explanation for it would be just how much the capitol loved lighting, unnecessarily so, to anyone with eyes, it just brought out how ridiculous they looked with their fake whiskers and pulled back faces, but deep down in your heart, there’s a little voice telling you that the reason the stars were barely visible tonight, was because everything beautiful had the awfully restrictive options of hiding under a veil or slowly dying out.

And that’s also precisely how you end up in some sort of hedge maze, aimlessly wandering until the fifth firework show of the night signals the capitolites final hurrah’s of the night. If the escort had picked any other paper slip all those weeks ago, maybe you would’ve been wandering through the forest in your backyard, taking in the smell of pine as you try to spot owls hiding in the trees, or a deer exploring its surroundings.

Instead, you were here.

Here, where ‘natural’ was too ‘unruly’ and ‘uncontrollable’. Here, where the only flora visible was made to look entirely pristine and symmetrical, just as fake as the citizens. In the midst of your brooding of what could’ve been, however, you find yourself in your favourite area of the venue, a lone fountain, hidden away in the middle of the maze, beauty for those that seek it out. It was a serene corner of life, in the midst of a hailstorm. You sit down on the marble ledge taking in the silent contrast of this and the world waiting outside.

Of course, the silence is interrupted in minutes, when the hedges begin to bristle and out comes a boy, with the messiest blond hair, champagne flute in hand, chest bare, and his lower half covered in scales and fishing nets for an outfit. Finnick’s stylists were never the most original pick of the litter. Then again, they didn’t have to, it’s not like capitolites were waiting to see the designers work, and they weren’t hiding the fact, either.

He strolls over, stubborn to maintain his charmer act, and sits down right beside you with a short huff, and simply asks, “You had the misfortune of meeting Clovis, yet?” even the mention of his name makes you want to groan. He was the definition of pushy. “Came here to get away from his line of sight, actually.” you scoff.

“Oh, really?” he flashes a smile, “He must’ve been so excited to ask you for a dance, too…” he muses dramatically. “Would’ve picked the wrong person, either way. Can’t dance for the life of me.” you confess, to the boy’s surprise.

“There’s no way that’s true, not buying it for a second.” and you shrug, “Well, believe it. Never learned.” He laughs, suddenly standing up and holding a hand out expectantly,

“No way,” you scoff, unable to hide the smile creeping up at the gesture. “You can’t tell me you’ve never learned to dance and expect me to let it go. Come on, I don’t bite.” You can’t believe you’re actually agreeing to it, but you’re already up on your feet, pulled up by the boy. The music coming from the venue wasn’t as overbearing in between the hedges as it was in the middle of the crowd, just loud enough for Finnick to catch onto the tempo, “Stand on my shoes.” The statement catches you off guard, “Really?”

“Yeah, I’ll teach you the steps.” So, you indulge, tip toeing on his shoes with your own, your hand locked with his, the other on his shoulder, while his slides to the small of your back, as he starts moving, “All you’re really supposed to do is take a step back, step to the left, bring your right foot to the left.” He demonstrates, before he starts moving you along, repeating the steps in a circle.

“See? You’re a natural,” Finnick remarks, flashing you a more genuine version of the smiles he flaunts at these types of parties, “Probably because I’m doing nothing but standing on your shoes.”

“Okay, fair… your turn to lead,” And so the two of you proceed to dance around the marble water fountain, laughing like the children you should’ve gotten to be a little while longer each time you accidentally step on his foot. His presence is warm, making every misstep you’d usually find yourself feeling embarrassed over, into something that makes the two of you forget everything happening outside of the margins of the hedge maze you two occupy for just a little while.

The fifth firework show of the night sounds, something like a beckoning call for you two to fall back into your capitol façades and make a good final impression for the night. But just to make sure the most vivid memory of the party isn’t the fake smiles you’re cursed to share with ridiculously dressed capitolites for the rest of the night, his eyes linger on your lips, thumb brushing over your lower lip, before he looks back up, giving you a clear out. You don’t pull away, nodding instead, and he pulls you in for a kiss that the both of you seem to linger on for just a little too long. And for a split second, you get to share a moment the capitol isn’t invited to peer into and dissect. Somehow, the stars were shining a little brighter than usual in the capitol tonight.

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A very special thank you to @imsogonesposts and @cr3stawrites for taking the time to look at my early drafts for this☹️☹️💗💗

[murmishhy]

I had this headcanon that Orin makes these bloodthirsty remarks to Gortash because that's how Durge used to talk to him. She is trying to torture Gortash with the same lines Durge used on him, hoping to break him, but since Durge is gone, Gortash rarely loses control. The same lines that used to provoke him now make him want to throw up. Gortash is still a tyrant, and the loss of his dearest probably upsets him. However, he was alone but fine before them, so he will be fine after them, again. He's so close to triumph that he probably isn't considering his plans could even fail. A rogue true soul? He thinks they are just a hindrance, but once that true soul shows up at his door, he's doomed. He can work alone and achieve his goals, but once Durge enters Wyrm's Rock Castle, he remembers how much he doesn't want to be alone anymore. How much he wants to share the triumph with his equal, his nearest, his dearest. He doesn't care if they remember; he doesn't care if they want to stop him. He still wants them by his side, even though all their actions are against the Absolute. He still offers them a share in his victory. Like, my dude, your lovely assassin just killed Ketheric, an immortal general who is Myrkul's Chosen. They don't care about your plan; they're coming for you next. Plus, Durge is one hell of a charmer; they singlehandedly convinced all their enemies to kill themselves. Gortash must know how they can deceive their enemies, yet he still chooses to trust they’ll work with him. He's definitely lost control at this point. He's no longer fine with Orin usurping Durge's place. He's no longer fine with Orin being alive. He doesn't even see that his equal isn't looking at him the same way they used to. He doesn't realize that his equal's eyes turn to one of their companions, seeking comfort and advice when he offers to be partners again. He doesn't pick up on hints he normally would because once Durge, the only one he considers his equal, enters the hall, he's no longer Bane's Chosen, the terrifying tyrant, or the brilliant inventor. He's the child abandoned by his parents, the child who craves love and appreciation, the child who blindly trusts the adults in his life. Gortash thrives when he's alone; he uses people, makes plans, and follows through. That's his coping mechanism; he was always alone, and he doesn't trust others as a result. But Durge changes something in him, something he's not even aware is there. He trusts them, almost childishly, to be by his side, just like a child believes their parents will always be there for them. Deep down, Gortash is still the same child who's terrified of being alone. He's still the same child who thinks his parents actually loved him, hoping they would come back and take him away from Raphael. Just like his parents never came to save him, Durge, too, won't save him, ever again. Gortash isn't offering Durge an agreement to use them or to replace the unpredictable Orin; he offers them a place by his side because he needs them. Because he's lost control and because he's still the same child who wants to be loved. Just like how Durge once lost control and with it, their life, Gortash is doomed to follow in their footsteps. They are just children who were not loved and who were used. One broke free of the cycle. One healed, was forgiven, and even found a healthier love. But the other wasn't given a choice. The other didn't have a chance to change and be forgiven. The other had to die alone and suffer for eternity, just as he suffered his whole life.

And now I'm crying.

[basedonconjecture]

shy nerdy illario? shy nerdy illario.

So I recently posted some rambling Illario Dellamorte thoughts in the tags of this post featuring his awkward little handwave at Cafe Pietra during the Coffee with the Crows quest about believing in a shy nerdy Illario.

The tags for context:

#illario dellamorte who are you when you aren’t performing #never lets anyone know what his real passions are so they can’t take them from him or use them against him #is even more awkward than lucanis

There were more but these are the ones that said thoughts mostly center on.

I don't think I'm really an outlier when it comes to recognizing that Illario very often operates in what feels like very scripted ways. He's built up a certain reputation, people expect him to be a specific way, and he plays into that. At the same time, there's an air of cynicism about him when he does. I look to that moment in The Wigmaker Job when he's introducing himself to the elf in the alienage as the "Lesser" Dellamorte and go back and forth on what's really happening. I've talked a little bit this before and how I think the joke, while painfully self-deprecating, only works as a joke there because it's understood on some level that Lucanis doesn't believe it to be true even if everyone else does. But it's a sort of viciously repeating cycle right? If he introduces himself in this manner to everyone he meets, if he defaults to the self-deprecative, silver-tongued charmer who spends hours on frivolous things like gloves, then this is the sum of who he becomes to people. He disarms them before they have a chance to form any other opinion, be potentially disappointed in, and/or criticize him (for anything that matters). He's told them what he wants them to believe about him, what they will inevitably come to believe anyway, and allows that to be the preeminent version of Illario Dellamorte that exists to the wider world. It is so strategic and so so damning on an interpersonal level.

What does any of this have to do with shy nerdy Illario I keep mentioning? One of the questions I ask above is: who is Illario Dellamorte when he's not performing? Without the cynicism attached to playing a role in which one is never quite certain whether one is liked for the performance or for the bits of truth in said performance, without the drive to external validation in pleasing other people, without the necessity of differentiating himself from his cousin or his grandmother, who does he then become? In TWJ, Lucanis mentions, in passing, that Illario doesn't have any friends and never leaves Treviso. This could be hyperbole, the ribbing between siblings, and not to be taken literally—or it could also be that, when not working a contract, Illario keeps to himself, maybe not so much a homebody as Lucanis, but not as much of a carouser as being a flirt and a supposed enjoyer of nightlife suggests. I tend to lean more toward the latter. When removed from the role of Master Dellamorte the Lesser™ I think Illario does fall closer to Lucanis on the scale of introversion/extroversion, his social agility being learned rather than inherent, and I think he has an unfortunate tendency to feel some control over people in the way he manipulates them. If he can figure out what they want, if he can make them like him even, they become more predictable. He doesn't get hurt. But do they ever really like him for him? Could they? I think he really very much struggles with that cynicism wrt to his personal relationships and pushing past it to make any genuine connections with people. I also imagine that he places his personal interests beneath layers and layers of apathy to, in a way, shield them from judgment. For someone very often criticized on multiple fronts, I can't imagine there's much appeal in being openly earnest and enthusiastic about anything. Ever. Everything—and everyone—is kept at a distance. If one is never taken seriously anyway, what is the point of trying? But if you spend so long burying the things you enjoy in life under apathy, you forget how to talk about them and how to engage with them honestly. I think there's a very real possibility that Illario has at least one interest or hobby that he's really very passionate and stupidly knowledgeable about that absolutely no one in his life is aware of because he won't let them be. (I personally think it probably falls somewhere in the arts, like music or painting or fashion, just based on the everything about him, but could you imagine if it's something tangential like chemistry?? Poisons and cosmetics, do you see my vision? I can't be the only one to have thought about this, right???). In a world where someone manages to break through the cynicism enough to learn this about him, I don't think he'd know how to talk about it, at least not without practice, and I think he would flounder, frankly. Importantly, this struggle would also occur when attempting to be genuine with people too—people who expect him to flatter and cajole and be a specific way—and I think he would fumble and say the wrong thing and put his foot in his mouth in the attempt to learn how to be vulnerable. Illario trying to reconcile how he used to approach relationships versus how he should and wants to approach relationships is something that, to me, can be quite crunchy in both the character growth sense and just calculating the amount of psychic damage he'd be able to take Being Perceived for realsies before imploding.

[mullermilkshake]

Heeey, I few days ago i found your blog and I'm absolutely obsessed with your Yakuza!AU, and I was wondering if we can get more of Yakuza Suguru <3

Love your posts btw💞

Thanks so much!!! That's so kind of you to say, I'm literally so obsessed with the AU and there will be TONS of content to come over the next year.

I love Yakuza!Suguru so much it hurts XD

Enjoy some fluffy stuff <3

A gold band

Yakuza!Suguru x Wife!reader Tags: Yakuza AU, Wife reader, Fem reader, twin children, daughters, fluff, guilt, established relationship.

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Suguru fiddled with the gold wedding band on his ring finger as the car pulled up to the house outside of Shinkuju. He was running far more than late than he anticipated, by now he was sure the girls were tucked into bed and you were waiting up for him fuming for missing dinner.

How on earth was he going to make up for this?

"Anything else you need before I go, sir?"

"No, that'll be all for tonight Miguel. Be sure to pick me up in the morning to visit the Nanami office though, you know how he likes punctuality."

Suguru opened the car door by himself and slipped out, eyeing the dingy night sky behind a torrent of dark stormed clouds just waiting to unleash its pressure over Tokyo.

Miguel leaned over and wound the window down. "Of course, should I bring breakfast?"

"No, I think I'll have breakfast with my girls in the morning, so just get what you want and head over after. Thanks for everything tonight."

"Sure thing, goodnight."

As the car drove away, Suguru drew in an anxious breath and adjusted the cuffs of his suit. By the time on his watch he had neglected to read on purpose as it would only make things worse, the time read way past the appropriate time to eat.

The depressive point being that by now, Suguru wasn't even hungry any more.

She's going to kill me for this, isn't she? Maybe. But that wouldn't be all that bad, because then he wouldn't have to deal with all this drama currently within the Ryomen clan to his name.

It couldn't be so bad to have his neck squeezed he supposed.

When he approached the front door, it was already unlocked. That wasn't ever a good sign. The lights were off besides the low table lamp in the living area, amber in the corner with warmth, and there you were sitting on the sofa with Mimiko and Nanako resting their sleeping heads on your lap.

"They wanted to wait for you to get back. Nanako threw an absolute fit because you weren't there to read them a story, so I compromised that they could wait."

"I'm sorry, dear. I never intended to be this late."

He knelt down in front of you and took your hand, feeling the same gold band on the same finger. Your body warmed it through, practically burning away at his guilt for leaving you sitting there in an empty room for dinner.

"It's alright, Miguel is quite the charmer when he wants to be," your smile was devious, more likely enough to show that Suguru wasn't in the dog house.

Thank goodness.

"I bet he can, I told him as much to tell you in person that I would be late. I'm counting on that he got his fill of dinner while he was here?"

You nodded slowly, watching the girls sleep. "He spent a little time with he girls before he was called away to the club."

The club was something he didn't need reminding of. The break in, the calculated theft and all round fuckery with Ryomen Sukuna's expectations.

Not tonight.

"So he was fooling around when he should have been working? I'll have him reprimanded immediately."

You stifled your laughter at his sarcasm, pressing your finger to his lips. "Leave the poor man alone."

The fact was Miguel loved the girls. Mimiko and Nanako adored him just as much and by this point in Suguru's life, Miguel was far more than just a fellow Yakuza.

He was true family.

"Daddy?" Nanako rubbed her little eyes and yawed, shifting her head from your lap to sit up and dangle her legs over the edge of the sofa.

"Hello Princess," He opened out his arms and pulled her into an embrace as she leant forward into him. "I heard you gave Mama a hard time when you had to sleep."

Her sleepy little head drooped suddenly as she fought to stay awake. "You were far away... and you promised to read us our book."

"I did, didn't I? I'm sorry I couldn't be there."

"So I ate your cake."

"My cake?"

Scooping Mimiko up who was long since passed out in her heavy dreamed sleep, you watched Suguru stand with such a nurturing smile. "I made cheesecake. The girls demolished it and almost nipped Miguels fingers off. He was lucky to even get a slice."

"I missed cheesecake?"

He missed your matcha cheesecake for that travesty at the club? Your special cheesecake that was his absolute favourite?

Nanako stretched sleepily and clung to his neck. "Uh huh..."

Maybe it was time for Suguru to leave his Yakuza life behind and just beg you to open up a sweet shop so he could taste your baking every day. It was a hell of a lot safer. Though one shop wouldn't pay for this house or the best of everything for his girls.

A pipe dream was better than nothing.

Suguru led the way to the stairs and took each step with you following close behind him. "How about this then? I'll make sure I'm home really early tomorrow and we'll go to the children's park."

"I love the park..." Mimiko's eyes rolled open, she clutched her little doll and snuggled into the crook of your neck.

"I know you do sweetheart, if you two sleep well then maybe you can do that with Daddy tomorrow. But only if you both go back to sleep and be good," you nuzzled back into her and brought your lips to her hair for sweet consecutive pecks.

"We are good... Mama," Nanako's words began to slur.

And by the time you and Suguru reached the girls bedroom, they were out in dreamland once more. They clung to their blankets and toys sprawled across their covers and balled up close with delicate snores and breaths.

Suguru could have watched them all night snoozing away innocently, totally unaware of the horrors and disgusting shit out in the Shinjuku district.

All the unspeakable things their own Father had done.

"Don't do that."

"Hmm?" Suguru turned to see you leaving the bedroom.

"That thing you do when you feel guilty about what you do for a living. Whenever the time comes and they find out, they'll still love you. Just like I do."

"I know you do, just like you always have. I just can't help but wonder what we'll be like in fifteen years."

Will the Yakuza still be the height it had been for the last decade, or would it shift completely? Suguru had two twin girls to think about.

That wasn't to say he didn't enjoy his lifestyle. He did. He grew up alongside his sworn brother and became a man in a way that was respectful. He evolved with you right there next to him.

Still, this wasn't the life he wanted for his girls.

And it was obvious to him that you knew that too. "We'll still be a family, Suguru. That's all that matters, right?"

He only nodded and closed the gap between you to hold you close to him. "I'm sorry I was late, Dear. You and the girls are what matter most to me."

"I know, and there's still some of the night left," you pulled away just a fraction to look up at him. "I managed to sneak a slice of cheesecake away from the girls when they weren't looking."

"You know the way to my heart, don't you?"

"That's one way to your heart for sure. I just so happen to know to you like the back of my hand."

Suguru leant in and pressed his lips to yours, so short and sweet it would have melted the very foundations of the house. "I can't deny that. You're best at reading me like a book when no one else can."

"Besides Satoru I suppose."

You often joked that Satoru was a third member in this marriage. Just the thought made Suguru hide his chuckle into your shoulder as he leant down.

"Yeah, Besides Satoru."

On a night like this, Suguru knew that whatever happened, things would be alright.

Because he had his family.

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