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mccormickgf · 3 months ago

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Hiiii, can u do a craig tucker with a baby fever/breeding kink x fem reader?? It would give me so much life cause i been reading the same fanfics of him over and over 😭, thank you so much if you do it

need to breed : craig tucker

warnings: nsfw (18+), fem and afab reader, breeding, p-in-v sex, pregnancy mentions, overstimulation, feral craig tbh

notes: i was just gonna write the smut part, but i love craig sm and wanted to write more 😭 also i haven’t written smut in months so i apologize if i’m rusty <3

“we should have a kid.”

you nearly choke on your own spit at your husband’s forwardness. craig’s always been very blunt in what he says about things or others. but when it comes to the things he wants, he’s a little less vocal. so hearing a suggestion, especially like the one he said, threw you for a loop.

“you- you want to get me pregnant?” you questioned, disbelief in your tone, “and have a baby?”

“that’s usually the order it goes in, yeah.”

you roll your eyes at his sass, but you don’t comment on it. instead, you question him. “whatever, whatever,” you said, “but what’s making you want this now?”

even before you and craig got married, you two talked about having kids one day. it was something both of you wanted in the future. but you weren’t expecting the conversation to happen in the near future.

craig pushes off the doorframe, walking his body to his side of the bed. you watch him curiously as his eyes trail down your body— only wearing a pair of sleep shorts and a thin tank top.

“clyde keeps sending me pictures of he and his wife’s new baby,” craig explained, “it— i guess it just makes me wonder what our baby would look like. and we have the funds to stay afloat, even with one.”

you smile lightly at him. you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about it. maybe it’d have craig’s jet black hair and your eyes, or your hair and craig’s eyes and nose. when you thought about his strong arms holding onto a little chubby baby— your heart soared.

you press a kiss to the tip of his nose. “let’s try.”

a broken sob falls past your lips as craig thrusts inside of you for the umpteenth time. you don’t know how long you’ve been there, laying on your back on the mattress with your legs folded to your shoulders, but you know you’ve been there long enough for craig to fuck three loads into your sopping cunt. or was it four? you could barely remember your own name, let alone how many times you’ve both cum.

“craig— oh god! it’s too much, ‘s too much!” you cried out. craig’s thrusts were furiously fast, yet accurate enough to hit that one spot that made you see stars over and over again.

“you can take it— fuck!” craig groaned, “gotta make sure you get pregnant, right?”

a shaky moan falls past your lips as you bite the bottom one, your fingers gripping the sheets beneath you like a vice.

normally, craig is a slow-fucker. not necessarily overly slow in pace, but in how he takes his time to pleasure you fully. but this? this is a whole new thing for you and him. it’s like a switch got flipped inside his brain, and everything else was shut off except for his need to breed you.

craig’s cock continued to move in and out of you at an animalistic pace. your pussy was beyond spent, leaking a mix of his cum (that he hasn’t already fucked back into you) and yours onto the bedsheets. if you weren’t so out of it, you’d be embarrassed at the mess beneath you and the sound of it being fucked back into you.

“gonna fill you up with my babies, make you a mama,” craig continued to ramble, a small sheen of sweat on his forehead, “you’d like that wouldn’t you? get you all, shit— nice and pregnant.”

your cunt involuntarily squeezed around his cock at his words, a pornographic moan escaping you. craig lightly chuckled, “oh, so you do like it. i just felt your pretty pussy squeeze me.”

your face burns, but there’s very little chance for embarrassment as you feel another orgasm building up, a heat in your tummy. frantic moans and whines escape you, the pleasure bordering on painful from how many times you’ve cum.

“god, fuck!” you cried, “craig, ‘m gonna cum!” tears of pleasure escape your eyes, falling down your cheeks.

with one hand, craig reaches down and runs firm yet rhythmic circles on your clit, making you gasp. with the other, he grabs onto your hand, pressing it to his lips.

“you gonna cum with me, honey?” he said, his thrusts becoming slightly sloppier as he gets closer to his orgasm, “i’m gonna— gonna fill you up again, k? to make sure you have my baby.”

pleas leave your lips as you grip craig’s hand, throwing your head back as the heat in your stomach finally releases with a final loud moan. craig quickly follows, groaning as his load fills your pussy.

craig stays inside of you as his forehead falls against yours, both of your chests moving up and down in sync. you feel beyond spent, your legs numb from holding them up for so long.

but before you can say anything, craig leans up slightly so he can look in your eyes. “got one more in ya, honey? i wanna make sure i get you pregnant on the first try.”

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houserautha · 8 months ago

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These Destined Ends

Part 6

Summary: Jessica fulfilled the wishes of the Bene Gesserits to produce a daughter. You’re now burdened with the task of not only marrying the na-Baron, but also bearing his child — the Kwisatz Haderach. Will you take your fate into your own hands? Or will it always belong to those who control you?

Pairings: Feyd-Rautha x F!Reader

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: (I’m kind of rusty about appropriate warnings so let me know if there’s something I need to add or correct) You dose yourself with poison, he cuts his arm with a knife, you drink his blood, knife play, oral sex female receiving, dirty talk, p in v, some light praise, dubious consent, inappropriate use of a dagger/anal, he fucks you and the dagger essentially fucks him, breeding/pregnancy kink, unprotected sex, creampie, black cum ofc, no aftercare

A/N: Alright this chapter is…a lot. The knife scenario I read a few years ago in “Den of Vipers” by K.A Knight and it completely changed my brain chemistry. It inspired me to include a similar situation because it’s so Feyd coded😂😭

Also credits to @sansaorgana for mentioning how Harkonnen blood would be thick and effected by Giedi Prime’s environment and pollution. I love discussing Feyd’s body fluids

Weeks pass before Feyd-Rautha corners you in one of the Baron’s sparse gardens. Garden being a slight exaggeration — really, it’s more of a barren courtyard with a bench. Until your fearsome betrothed strode in, your only company was a few scraggly bushes and the fledgling pilingtam tree keeping you in the shade.

Feyd-Rautha hooks his finger in your book and pulls it away. “Come with me.”

You glare balefully at him. “I was reading that.” It’s the only Harkonnen novel you’ve found that you can stomach. “You can’t just beckon me whenever. Or — and this is blasphemy, I know — you could just ask me if I want to go with you.”

Feyd-Rautha closes the book. “No.”

“You lost my page,” you say with a pout. You debate teaching manners to him again, briefly, before sensing that you’re fighting a losing battle. So instead you snatch the book from his hands.

“Two hundred and thirty eight. Now,” he fixes you with a stern look, “let’s go.”

“Where are we going?”

Frankly, you don’t care where he’s taking you. Since the Crucible, you’ve been anxiously waiting for something to do besides answering questions about your upcoming nuptials. Your body aches for purpose. Movement. You also realize, with mixed feelings, that you would probably follow Feyd-Rautha wherever he asked you.

What did that say about your state of mind?

“It’s time for training,” he says.

You trail after him, vaguely disappointed that you weren’t going to finish your book. You tuck it under your arm. How bad could poison training be? Maybe you’d have time to flip through a few pages. Feyd-Rautha eyes you as if he can tell what you’re thinking, but doesn’t comment on it.

The fortress is in full swing for the wedding, which looms only a month and a half away. You would think that’s plenty of time to prepare. But servants are hanging decorations, comparing tasks, and cleaning everything in sight. They quiet as you and Feyd-Rautha stroll past them, and you search their faces for Asha.

She’s been just as busy as everyone else. Everyone but you, of course, who, despite your prominent involvement in the wedding, has been left to your own devices. You weren’t exactly thrilled to dose yourself with poison, but at least it gave you something to look forward to.

“How did you first go about this?” You ask the na-Baron. It’s a strange comfort to be in the presence of someone so unperturbed, confident and assured to a fault, sure, but you knew what to expect from him. He was an asshole, but he would be one regardless.

“Poison tolerance?” He asks.

“No, long walks through the fortress.”

Feyd-Rautha ignores you. “It’s a precaution, mostly. Poison-snoopers can be faulty or influenced. It also gives me an…edge…over others.”

“The others being…?”

“Political allies. Enemies.” You catch the hint of a grin on his lips. “It cuts a formidable image when your guest has no concern for poison.”

“As if you don’t already,” you retort.

“You flatter me.”

“Oh, like you’re not aware.” You roll your eyes. “Where are we even going?”

“Somewhere private,” he says.

You raise your brows. Feyd-Rautha pushes his shoulder suddenly against what you thought until that point was a wall, but it swings open on an invisible seam. “Not like that,” he says, amusement coloring his tone. “Although I could never refuse you, wife.”

The room he leads you into is mostly bare except for a few maps on the walls and a table in the center. You recognize the surface of the table as the topography of Giedi Prime, the vast plains and tiny boxes representing the plethora of factories. You ghost your fingers over it. “What is this place?”

“My strategy room.” When you glance at him imploringly, he sighs and adds in a resigned tone, “Sometimes I find working with the other nobles tedious. I spend my time alone if possible.”

“Hm.” You sit down at the table and try to imagine Feyd-Rautha presiding over it, testing out battle strategies and war maneuvers.

You must sink too far into your own thoughts because it startles you when he sets down a small glass in front of you, nestled in the space between two miniature factories. “We need to start small,” he tells you.

“What is this?”

“Poison.”

You shoot him an annoyed look. “It would just be nice to know what poison I’m ingesting, is all.”

“It doesn’t matter.” He plants his hands on the table and assumes a position that you have a hard time believing he doesn’t know stirs something dark within you. “I’m going to be giving you small doses of poisons most typically used throughout the Known Universe.”

“You’re so kind,” you mutter.

He nudges the glass closer to you. “This is the weakest one of them all. We can work our way up, gauge their effects on you.”

“Like what?” You think back to the day in the arena with Ze’ev, how the flip-dart hidden in his clothing quickly incapacitated you, turning your thoughts to sludge.

“Fatigue. Nausea. Potential fevers, chills, heart palpitations.”

“Oh,” you say miserably, “is that all?”

“No, actually,” he replies, oblivious to your fear, “but sometimes it’s better not to know. Drink.”

Your stomach twists with nerves. But he’s watching you in that anxiety-inducing way he tends to, so you tip the contents of the glass down your throat. He smiles.

Poison training is hell.

You’re not sure what you expected, but it’s not this — constantly being gripped by fatigue and nausea, your body battling persistently against the poisons.

The beginning was the worst. You had never thrown up so much in your life. Feyd-Rautha assured you that you were tolerating the poison better than most, but you highly doubted that. You were couch-ridden for days on end, too weak to move or do much more than eat the food he forced you to. But, slowly, you adjusted to the poison, and Feyd-Rautha gave you higher doses, stronger strains.

A week away from your wedding, he declares that he won’t give you anything new. “But you must continue to take the poisons from before,” he tells you. “Or your body will lose the tolerance and also go through withdrawals.”

Today, however, is one of the worst days you’ve had. You did everything right, but for some reason you were rendered completely helpless, body racked by intense shivers. You are huddled in the corner of the couch in the antechamber when Feyd-Rautha finds you, stopping him in his tracks.

“H-H-Hi,” you sputter.

He crosses the room in a single stride, ripping off your blanket and assessing your shuddering form. “You used too much,” he says accusingly.

“I-I-I did what you-you told me,” you protest, albeit weakly.

His frown pierces you. You’re afraid he’s going to reprimand you, but instead he takes a step backward. “Go to the bed.”

“I-I’m f-f-fine. I can s-stay here.”

He looses a sigh then, effortlessly, sweeps you off the couch and over his shoulder. You want to fight against him but it’s taking all of your strength not to shiver and let him know just how poorly you are.

“Put me d-down,” you try your best to say, but with your face buried in his back, it comes out muffled.

Feyd-Rautha resists your pitiful attempts of subterfuge, and carries you into the bedroom like you weigh nothing. It’s your first time actually being on the bed, and his faintly medicinal scent pervades your senses. Had you ever even seen him sleep in here before? How did it smell so strongly of him?

He props you up against the pillows. You attempt to pull up the bedding to ward off your chill, but he stops you, which requires little effort on his part. You blink. In reply, he reaches into the top drawer of his bedside table and takes out a blunt-looking dagger.

“W-What are y-you doing?”

Feyd-Rautha presses the blade of the dagger against his forearm, cuts a thin line that weeps with a thick, dark liquid that you realize is his blood. You feel dizzy.

“Wh-What —”

“Just stop talking,” Feyd-Rautha growls. “We clot quickly. Drink.”

Drink? You're not entirely sure how well your emotions are coming across in your current state, but he must know how insane he sounds. Well, more insane than usual.

"I-I'm not —" Before your eyes, his dark-colored blood ceases. He utters something under his breath and then puts the dagger to his skin again, cutting it back open like slotting an envelope.

He captures a drop of it on his thumb and pushes it between your lips.

It doesn’t taste quite as bitterly sweet as his cum, you decide, but possesses the same sharp bite. It sears slightly as it dances on your tongue, down your throat.

“More,” he says. He sits down at the edge of the bed and raises his forearm to your mouth.

With no other choices, you obey.

The blood is thicker here, his skin warm beneath your mouth as you lick at the shallow wound. Any strangeness you felt at his request vanishes as the potency of his blood hits you. You hungrily take your fill, and by the time the wound closes again, it’s chased away your chills and the murkiness evading your mind.

“There,” he rasps. He sets the dagger down on the bed, still sporting a trace of his blood.

“Why…why?”

Feyd-Rautha’s lips twitch. “Harkonnen blood is its own sort of poison, courtesy of our planet’s pollution and smog. I suspected it would be enough to counterbalance the poison already in your system.”

You fixate on the wound, how the blood has already congealed. “It stopped,” you say stupidly. But how could you be expected to think properly — you had just drank from his arm, from his blood, to stave off poison that you’d willing ingested.

Feyd-Rautha nods. “Another benefit.”

“Anywhere on your body? It does that?”

He indicates the dagger. “See for yourself.”

A chill runs through you, but now for an entirely different reason. You inch closer to him, tucking your legs under you. He’s agonizingly close, his dark gaze flickering across your face as you take the dagger and touch the tip of the blade to his chin.

“Is that just a ploy so that I’ll cut you?” You ask, heart pounding furiously. You discover with a sickening twist that you do want to cut him, want to slide the blade across his smooth skin and watch the way the blood rises to greet you.

Feyd-Rautha breathes, “Perhaps.”

You’ve never seen him so transfixed, so compliant. Eager. And with his very blood in your veins, emboldening you, issuing a high like you’ve never felt before — you press the blade into his skin. Blood trickles out, and you use your tongue to lick it up, the metallic taste of the blade mingling with the sharpness of his blood.

Next you take the dagger across his jaw, down the column of his throat to the divot that flutters with his pulse. And then down down down to his chest, shearing his shirt with a single slice.

Feyd-Rautha has an infuriatingly perfect chest — muscled, small, tight nipples that you tease with the edge of the blade. He inhales sharply.

“You’re disgusting,” you say without conviction, your free hand gliding down his toned stomach.

He tilts his face up to you. The gesture is so vulnerable, his expression so devastatingly beautiful, that you climb into his lap. His cock, straining against his pants, nudges your center.

“I hate you,” you tell him.

He whispers, “I know.”

There’s no telling who kisses who first — an impasse to your game of trading punishments. His hands are on you in an instant, over your body and in your hair, clamoring to touch you as if you might disappear at any moment. You’re equally as fervent, notching your thumbs by his jaw on either side and holding him to you, mouths open and hungry. His tongue dances over your lips, behind your teeth.

Feyd-Rautha is his own kind of poison, infiltrating you slowly and feasting on your insides. And you take him in like his kisses are the anecdote, the touch of his hands soothing the ache that his particular brand of poison causes.

Though, if he is poison, you can never imagine adapting to this — his passionate, consuming touch, the whine of his desperation, how he embraces you like it’s everything he’s ever wanted. No, if he is poison, you never want to learn to tolerate him.

His fingers work deftly at your clothes. The air rushes to caress your breast, hardening your nipples. Feyd-Rautha closes his lips on one as he palms his hand over the other, and the wet warmth of his mouth sends you to the edge. Your back bows in response, urging him closer. He bites down at your nipple, tugs on it, swipes his tongue over it like a soothing balm, then repeats the process on the other side.

As soon as your mind clears enough to form a rational thought, you fumble to unbuckle his pants. He helps you — one hand on your ass for support as he lifts up his hips and you wriggle his pants down over them.

His cock, liberated from his pants, slaps against his stomach. He fists the base and indulges in a series of lazy strokes.

Fuck.

“Fuck,” you say aloud.

Feyd-Rautha, returning his mouth to yours, smirks against you. “Your turn.”

He flips you over onto your back in a seamless maneuver, securing your legs around his waist. Feyd-Rautha lingers above you. His dark gaze roams your form as you shimmy out of your dress, leaving you only in your panties. Sometime before he grabbed the dagger, and now uses it to trace a line from between your breasts to your navel.

You gasp. Pain radiates from the thin cut he made, a terrible, delicious heat.

It’s his turn to tend to you now, hands coasting your body as he licks a stripe up your wound and back down, your blood blanketing his tongue. He pauses at your panties, uses both hands to seize you by the hips and drag you to the very edge of the bed, then kneels before you.

You’re already slick with desire and you want to be ashamed but you can’t, not when he ghosts his mouth over your center and you cry out in need.

“So wet for me, wife,” Feyd-Rautha growls. “You want this cock inside you, don’t you?”

“Yes,” you breathe out. You claw at the bedding, pulling it taunt around you.

“Oh, but I’ve been waiting for this. To taste you. God, you don’t know how hard it’s been knowing that you’re always just on the other side of that door.” Feyd-Rautha replaces his mouth with the dagger’s blade and you clench in anticipation. The tip of it traces the edges of your panties, your lips, nudges against your entrance. “You infuriate me. I cannot stop thinking of you.”

You’re too overwhelmed to make sense of his admission, but it sends a ripple of delight through you nonetheless. You buck your hips, desperate for the friction that only his mouth can provide.

“Please,” you beg.

The blade of the dagger stills. “Please what?”

“Please.”

You can’t think of anything else to say.

He urges, “You’re going to have to be more specific.”

“I want your mouth on my —”

Feyd-Rautha impatiently cuts away your panties, effectively silencing you. His mouth encloses on your clit. Your words turn into a wail of surprise, of pleasure when he applies pressure with his tongue and then sucks.

Ecstasy spirals through you.

It shouldn’t be a shock that he’s skillful at pleasuring you, at lapping between your lungs like your cunt is the sweetest dessert, yet it still resonates — how he knows exactly when and where to lick, to suckle, to coax more pleading moans from you with his tongue.

And when you come you unravel completely.

“So greedy,” he murmurs as you rise your hips back up to him, beckoning him to continue. “You try to rebel against the idea but you want this cock buried deep inside you, coating you with my cum. Is that right?”

“Yes —”

He slams himself up to the hilt inside you. You cry out in equal parts agony and desire, back bowing, walls stretching to accommodate him. Feyd-Rautha doesn’t wait for you to adjust, drawing out and back in with feverish vigor. His hands pin you to the bed to keep you from arching away, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips.

“You feel incredible,” he says, your name falling from your lips like a prayer. “So nice and tight.”

You clench around him. Feyd-Rautha mumbles his appreciation, slows his movements. “I won’t be able to last if you keep doing that,” he tells you, “you feel so good. So fucking good.”

You put up a protest as he withdraws, leaving you feeling horribly empty. Feyd-Rautha turns you onto your belly, ensures that your knees are at the edge of the bed, ass up. A mortifying heat surges through you — completely exposed, vulnerable to his wandering gaze. He runs his hand over your ass, drifts to your soaked cunt.

“I want to possess you wholly.”

You whimper in response. You hear movement from behind, and, in the absence of his attention, dip your hand down to your cunt to alleviate the mounting pressure, but you’re declined the pleasure.

“I didn’t say you could touch yourself.”

He lines himself with your entrance. This time when he seats himself inside you it’s painfully slow, deliberate, every inch driving you closer to another orgasm. Feyd-Rautha starts a slow pace, pulling his cock out till his swollen head brushes past your lips, then back in. Eventually he increases his speed until he’s snapping his hips against you, penetrating you deeply, fully, invoking breathless sounds from both of you.

Feyd-Rautha pursues his pleasure the same way he fights — violent, ruthless in its execution. You’re aware, somewhere in the recesses of your mind, that you’re going to be a quivering mess tomorrow. But in the moment you can only immerse yourself in this man: Feyd-Rautha, the na-Baron, a monster in his own right.

In a burst of bright light, an orgasm cleaves you in half, Feyd-Rautha pumping into you until it surrenders to his darkness. Before you can even recover, you feel the familiar coldness of the dagger’s blade biting into your back, down your spine, circling your ass.

He brushes his thumb over your ass. “Have you ever been taken here before?”

Your breath hitches. “Once.”

Feyd-Rautha emits a satisfied hum. From your peripheral you watch him reach into the bedside table again, this time to fish out a cloth to wipe down the dagger. Your walls clench.

“I want to see this dagger in that pretty ass of yours.”

Feyd-Rautha traces your cunt, gathering your wetness on his fingers to coat the handle of the dagger. He spits on your ass, rubs it over you. “You have to relax,” he rasps. The handle of the dagger pushes against you and you instinctively flex as the first ridge enters you. “Relax, wife.“

You oblige, and he’s able to ease the rest of it inside. It’s tight, full, uncomfortable, but not unbearable. When you feel Feyd-Rautha notch himself at your entrance, alarm seizes you. “What are you —?”

He plunges himself inside you.

And as he does, the blade of the knife punctures his skin with a soft squelch.

You gasp. A growl rumbles through his chest. You can’t see, but you can hear the blade pierce him with each ministration of his hips. You can’t believe him, what he’s doing, but the sounds he makes as he enters you and the dagger enters him at the same time are inescapable, intoxicating. And with the added fullness of his cock and the handle of the dagger, you build towards your orgasm, toes curling.

Feyd-Rautha sinks into you again and again, dagger piercing his side. It prompts a steady stream of his blood that joins with your slickness. His breath quickens. “You take my cock so well. Look at you, so full, so beautiful.”

He slows to remove the dagger from you, taking his time as not to harm you. You shudder. The dagger is tossed to the side still covered in his blood.

“I get to fuck this pretty pussy as much as I want,” he rasps, more to himself than you. “Fill you with my seed, over and over until it takes, then fuck you when you’re pregnant and round with my child. Fuck. I want to see you. I want to see your face as I cum inside you for the first time.”

The image he paints has you gasping for breath. Eager to please, you turn onto your back and present yourself to him. Feyd-Rautha is a god of war, of wrath, wreathed in shadows, and he buries himself into you like he’s seeking redemption. You cry out as he nears his own orgasm, tears blurring your eyes — he sheathes himself fully one final time then spills his seed in your cunt.

Your walls pulse, clamping down around him. He holds you close as he finishes, warm breath fanning your skin, jolting slightly. It’s only when he removes himself, bites playfully at your breast, that you realize the wetness you feel dripping onto your belly is his blood.

“Feyd — what, what were you thinking?” You shove him off you.

He stands, naked form on display, blood dribbling down from the wound in his stomach. It’s distracting, frankly, and it just reminds you of how it had gotten there.

“I wasn’t,” he says simply.

You open your mouth to say something else, reprimand him, maybe, but then he runs his fingers along your thigh and scoops up the cum that’s escaped from inside you. He pushes it back into your cunt, which is still beating with the memory of his cock, blissfully sore.

Feyd-Rautha says, “Don’t worry about me, wife. I will heal. You worry about keeping me inside you.”

He stands to walk away and as he does, you mutter to no one, “I wasn’t worried” although you were. You tilt your hips up. Getting pregnant isn’t exactly your top priority right now, but the alternative is having his cum dribble down your thighs, and the black fluid is a little concerning to see smeared across your skin.

What child could be born from such a substance?

You angle your head to see Feyd-Rautha. He stands at the threshold of the bathroom, back turned to you. You admire his physique. For all of his misgivings — his psychotic tendencies, the murder, the way he plays his games with you — he’s irritatingly attractive. You close your eyes and let your head thump onto the bed.

You open them again when you hear the bedroom door swing open. “Are you leaving?” You ask, exasperated.

“Yes,” Feyd-Rautha says. He’s dressed, sadly. “I have other business to tend to.”

You scowl at the implication of being business.

“I’ll be back before the wedding. Keep up with your tolerance. Just know that I won’t fuck you every time you over dose,” he tells you. A million questions jump to mind — and quite a few curses — but he’s gone before you can say any of them.

Spent and still reeling from your recent fucking, you collapse back onto the bed and throw your arm over your eyes. What were you doing?

You were going to marry him.

Part 7

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saleeba · 5 months ago

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heat ; ronald araújo & jules koundé

summary ♡ upon hearing a request of yours, your boyfriend is quick to make the wish come true.

pairing ♡ ronald araújo x fem!reader x jules koundé / ronald araújo x fem!reader, jules koundé x fem!reader

content ♡ 18+, smut, reader is in an established relationship with araújo, threesome, p in v, blowjob, double penetration (is that the phrase…? both ends are involved is what i’m trying to say 😭), protected sex (we stan responsibility!), mentions of alcohol consumption, y/n calls the shots around here but also sub!reader / dom!footballers, teeny belly bulging, open relationship vibes ??, no aftercare sowwyyy

a/n ♡ merry euros final day, ya filthy animals !! :D this was requested by a lovely anon who’s been waiting for my slow ass to upload so i hope they enjoy it !! 🥰💙 i haven’t written in quite a while so pls excuse me if this is rusty and stiff… kept it quite short to get me back into the swing of things <33

fumes of filthy musk and heady leather, countless articles of clothing strewn about the place, the temperature unnatural for the amount of work the air conditioning was doing; that was the state of the hotel room where you had ended up with your boyfriend and, what can only be called, your newly-appointed lover. a night of stolen glances and sly touches led the three of you here, scheming whispers from your dark-painted lips into your boyfriend’s burning ears—hot from the pounding music and the ghosting softness of your mouth—spilling the desires that you’d tried so hard to keep to yourself for months on end now. at first, ronald believed it was the talk of the tequila causing you to say all this, for you to be so forward and shameless in what you’d let him and his teammate do to you could be nothing else but liquid courage, but a look into your eyes told a different story. they were clear and determined, not at all teary and pinkish around the edges like ronald had become accustomed to when you would go overboard with the alcohol. no, not like that at all.

your boyfriend would be a fool to even act surprised at your feelings towards his french friend. compliments to, and away from, jules’ face got bolder and bolder as you spent more time with the team’s defender, and ronald didn’t miss the way your fingers would always find some way to land themselves on jules’ bicep. you made no effort to hide the way you enjoyed the bulging muscle under your tight grasp in front of either man and your man certainly made no effort to stop your actions, the heat under his collar and tightness of his trousers confirming his true feelings.

at the end-of-season party, you told your boyfriend of your master plan — how you intended your night to end with the company of two men in your bed, pulses set alit by previous activities and the question of how far the three of you could take this new relation a quietly thumping matter in the backdrop of it all. you would have ronald claim to be exhausted from the night’s shenanigans, fall prey to the jeers and jabs from the younger boys over how he can’t handle this much excitement and slip away to the hotel room the two of you had booked just in case. ronald doesn’t forget to take a swig of, what’s to him, liquid audacity to set him up for the night. from there, you’d stay, under the pretence that you wanted to hang with the girls a bit more, and work the same charm on the french boy, hushed promises of what the night could look like for him if he gave in to his yearnings spilling from your lips. tall tales from jules that he had to be home early in order to be on the first flight back to france to see friends the next morning plus a perfectly acted-out scene from you asking him to drop you off helped seal your exits, scrambling into jules’ car where you sit in the back seat, fearful of what accident you may cause if you were any closer to him.

the same rushed manner can’t help but be continued out of the car, into the hotel lift and past the door to your shared room, lips pressed hungrily against each other in such a blur that you had no recollection of where or when the two of you had begun to do so. urgent kisses turned to needy tugs of jules’ shirt and your black minidress as the commotion of your heels and jules’ heavy feet caused your boyfriend to appear from the ensuite.

“not starting without me, are you?”

***

you had no idea when the hour turned from eleven to three but there was no way you were ready to bid the night adieu. not when the pressing of the two cocks in front of and behind you electrified the very veins under your skin, the prickling anticipation nearly leaving you quivering on your hands and knees, despite having gone multiple rounds since the three of you bundled in on that bed.

“tired yet, baby?” in front of you, your boyfriend’s voice came hoarse but assured; a little taunt to it to test your daring. you shook your head in a determined fashion but the rapidness of it came across as the tiniest bit desperate, both men laughing in response at how far you could go without faltering.

behind you stood the object of your desires for the night, skin sweat-drenched and glowing under the warm lighting of the hotel room, chest still slightly heaving from all the action prior to this tiny break — if that was what you could call the intermission in which your boyfriend and his friend manhandled you into this position, ready for the taking by the both of them.

a sudden small chorus of huffs started behind you, your ears pricking up as you diverted your eyes to where ronald towered above you, grinning ever so slightly at the scene behind you and directly in front of him. you didn’t need to look back to see what was going on, it was that obvious. jules, in perhaps an act of impatience or sheer lust from the sight of you below him, had a wrist wrapped around his hardened length, the push and pull of it up and down giving centre stage to the squelching noises left over from when he had his digits enveloped inside the wetness of you – when he was only allowed his digits inside of you. the sound of your juices on his cock and his small moans had you clenching around air, an involuntary–no, reflexive–wiggle of your ass letting the men know how you felt about it.

a comment from ronald telling jules that they’d better get on with it had you both wanting to scream ‘just do it already!’ and licking your swollen lips in anticipatory delight. no other words were exchanged before you felt the push of jules’ cock past your sopping folds, a guttural sound bubbling from your lungs at this new angle, one that felt infinitely deeper as he slid in, seeming so endless in length. the arching of your back mimicked the depth of his cock rocking in and out of you, a near-perfect u-shape for jules to run his hands over.

“good girl.” your boyfriend praised, a gentle rubbing of your cheek to complement. “so good for us, isn’t she, jules?”

your french lover failed to respond in any other way than groaning incoherently, the tightness of your pussy around him restricting his words all the same, trying to concentrate on setting a pace that allowed for your enjoyment and relied on him not getting too excited.

his uruguayan counterpart decided to step in, a tap of his dick on the same cheek he was so romantically caressing to signal ‘open.’ you obliged with the same energy; no words, just a loll of your tongue past your lips as an invitation for ronald to sink himself into your mouth and soothe the throbbing that was getting thunderous with yourself as aid.

to say you felt full was an understatement. it was in the bulge of your throat and your lower belly, the pressure from both ends so delicious it had you leaking with arousal around jules who had finally found a pace that suited all three of you, pounding relentlessly in and out of your wetness, grip on your hips only tightening with every movement so as not to slip out of you — especially with how rough your boyfriend was being tonight.

it wasn’t a rare sight for ronald to be this… hungry but you could tell it was something about the circumstances of tonight, the fact that he got to share you with someone else fueled his fire and led to his hips pistoning against the skin of your chin and nose, his cock gliding easily down the column of your throat due to how much you were salivating around it. once he relented in his rapidness, you took your time to give special attention to where he liked it the most; right at the tip, where it was red and agitated. you smoothed it over with your tongue, the drenched muscle working like a hypnotic thing, pulling wanton moans from your uruguayan lover, his head thrown back from the red-hot pleasure.

you loved this feeling of being stuffed, of having your every sense attacked and stimulated, and you were getting oh-so-close to cumming over jules’ cock, your voice getting slightly higher-pitched around ronald’s length to warn him of your impending climax. jules noticed it first, the way your pussy clenched around him like a firm fist being a dead giveaway and he took the chance to slither an arm around to your front, finger and thumb coming in to rub at your clit. the shocks you felt from it nearly had you shrieking.

a cacophony of moans,‘come on, baby, that’s it’s in a uruguayan accent, and groans rang in your ears before you saw stars — burning white and nearly blinding you. your orgasm hit you so head-on that there was no time to warn either of them, a lewd scream and snappy clenching of your walls pulling you all to the other side. jules managed to empty himself in the condom, still snug inside your warmth; ronald pumping his milky release just above the valley of your breasts. the feeling is filthy and you can’t help but giggle.

minimal words were exchanged whilst jules slipped out of you, purposefully but reluctantly all the same, and ronald laid you down on the bed, still a little giggly from the euphoric high of your orgasm. there was nothing but the warmth of both boys and the tangle of twelve limbs that could tame you to sleep now.

#what in the 144p quality are those pictures.... cbaaaaa #ronald araujo #jules kounde #footballer smut #football imagine #footballer imagine #footballer fic #jules kounde x reader #ronald araujo x reader #jules kounde smut #ronald araujo smut #˗ˏˋ 📝 ˎˊ˗

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sizzlesouce · 5 months ago

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Would you be comfortable with me using your Cooper hugging Lucy art for fic inspiration? (I’m v rusty but I’m tryinggg. It’s perfect for the little drabble/ficlet I’ve had bouncing around in my head for a month 😭)

Of course you can! I'd be very happy if you did. I'm very curious about the fic now 😳

#ghoulcy

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duchessas · 4 months ago

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Heylo! I enjoyed your questions, so here are some for you :)

Are you a baker? A few years ago I was really into it, I bought recipe books and I’d make my family treats almost every week. It was an obsession—I tried out cookies and pies and cakes and biscuits. My aunt was a huge inspiration, she has an at home business and she sells a type of cake and she’s been going for years! She also loves baking with a passion, she’s always making treats for us to try and coming up with recipes in her head (that’s so crazy to me, can you imagine?). Her trifles and meringues are something else.

Have you ever been drawn to another language? I find Japanese to be a really beautiful language, I love the way it sounds and flows. (Yes, unfortunately the obsession did come from watching anime, but I think I can be forgiven for that.)

What’s your favorite flower? I ask this knowing it’s very very hard for me to answer because I always switch it up, but I’m always obsessed with daises and lilies of the valley! Also tulips (and plumerias and hydrangeas…) BUT I absolutely despise foxgloves, they give me the creeps😭

Oh, these are SO fun. Thank you!!

Your aunt sounds INCREDIBLE. I love cakes. I love anything sweet actually, so I would have thrived living with you 🤣 I can bake, but quite basic iygm? Like I am actually v good at cakes but I’m a recipe gal, I do not have the creativity to make something up! I hated cookery lessons at school because they were like make up a fun recipe for X and I was like … can’t u give me one and I’ll produce it? My grandmother was an incredible baker and my godmother makes the most divine lemon meringue pie. I usually bake something once a fortnight for me and my partner, but he prefers flapjack and cookies to chocolate brownies and lemon drizzle cake, which are my jam 🤤

Ooh, I do know what you mean about Japanese! I’ve always loved to see it written down. I studied French and German at school and did German at university. I’m very, very rusty now - I wish I had kept the German up. Frustratingly enough, I was very close to fluent and I didn’t realise how quickly I would lose it. I can still read some German and I could probs navigate myself pretty well around the country if needed. Maybe I should try again - I loved speaking it. And I’ve always been drawn to Russian, for as long as I can remember, but without a proper teacher I haven’t been able to pick it up. I spent hours on duolingo a few summers ago trying to get my head around the alphabet to no avail 😢 there’s a prime window for language learning and I’ve well and truly passed it!

My favourite flowers are tulips! I love the colours and the time of year I associate them with (I think we would get along like a house on fire and live very happily with sweet treats and pretty flowers in vases and no foxgloves in the garden as they have always freaked me out as well. Poisonous flowers always stress me out and foxgloves look ghastly!) When I got married, I had the most beautiful memory lane roses in my bouquet that are another favourite. I also love love love trailing greenery and cheeseplant leaves. There’s something about that deep vivid green?? Idk. I don’t like lilies as the smell reminds me of funerals, but I think they’re soooo pretty to look at

These questions were so fun to answer! Thank you so much 🤍

#Ellie speaks

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lovercomeback · 1 year ago

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pure bliss (18+) | sejanus plinth

summary; peacekeeper duties have been taking a toll on sejanus. if there’s one thing you hate, it’s seeing him so upset. so, you try and make him feel better.

warning; tbosas spoilers!! (kinda), fem!reader, smut, semi-public sex, fingering, p in v

a/n; i haven’t written smut in a longgg time so please ignore how rusty this is 😭

word count; 1.4k

“sejanus?”

you had been peacefully laying in the meadow, sprawled out on a blanket and enjoying the warmth of the sun.

but when you heard soft footsteps approaching you, you sat up and watched as the boy made his way towards you.

his shoulders were slouched as he sat down next to you on your blanket. he leaned against your side, his arm loosely wrapping around your waist.

“hey,” he murmured, eyes fluttering as he kissed your forehead.

you took in his appearance, your lips curving into a slight frown as you noticed his visible eye bags. you reached a hand up, gently stroking his cheek and he leaned into the touch, a quiet sigh slipping past his lips.

“how are you, sweetheart?”

sejanus gave a small, half-assed smile, but it faded just as quickly as it had appeared. “i’m okay.” he nodded slowly, eyes on the ground. his hand reached down to feel the grass against his fingertips.

you took his hand in yours, interlacing your fingers and giving him a gentle, reassuring squeeze.

his brown eyes flickered back up to your face, looking so sad, and tired.

“i didn’t want this,” he whispered quietly, eyes closing. his bottom lip quivered ever-so-slightly and his grip on your hand tightened. “i didn’t…i didn’t want this job. i wanted to be a medic. not…not a killer.”

you shook your head, reaching up to gently grab his jaw. he looked at you, eyebrows creasing slightly. “you, sejanus plinth, are not a killer. you could never be a killer. what happened to that man, it wasn’t your fault. you couldn’t have stopped it even if you tried. they would’ve hung you, too. and i can’t have that.”

his face looked so guilty, so heartbroken as he gazed at you. after a few seconds, he nodded slowly and took a few deep breaths.

“right…you’re right,” sejanus whispered. he placed his head against your shoulder, eyes closed and he let out a pleased sigh as he felt your hand begin to rub his back.

there was a peaceful silence between the two of you. even just this, just being near him was enough to have you feeling warm. you glanced back down at him, lips curling into a slight smile as you got an idea.

“you know what always cheers me up?”

his eyes peeked open ever-so-slightly and he gazed up at you with a curious look. “hm?”

when he saw you leaning in, his face lit up. your lips parted and you kissed him. a quiet gasp of surprise left your mouth as he grabbed your waist and pulled you onto his lap.

the kiss went from tender to heated in just seconds. the sounds of sejanus’ muffled pants and moans were enough to send waves of heat straight down to your cunt.

in the back of your head, you knew this wasn’t a very good spot to have sex. it felt dirty. but as you began to grind against the growing bulge inside sejanus’ pants, all rational thoughts left you.

sejanus’ hand slid between your two bodies, slipping under your skirt and gently pressing against your clothed cunt.

he was nearly panting as he tried his best to keep up with the kiss. his hands were quick, and somewhat sloppy, but the feeling of his thick, rough fingers against the fabric of your panties made you whine.

you pressed a hand to his chest, breaking the kiss to look at him. the sight of his swollen lips and dark, hungry eyes was delicious. the way he followed your lips, chasing that kiss was even better.

“hold on a minute,” you whispered, an amused expression on your face. you stood up, and sejanus’ eyes followed you, scanning every inch of skin he could see. he watched as you slid your panties down your legs, and then his hands hurriedly reached for his pants, unzipping them and kicking them off.

you watched, lips parted in desire, as he pulled his cock free. you’d seen it plenty of times before, but you’d never get tired of it. the veins, and the pretty, red tip which was leaking pre-cum. you thought back to the first time you’d seen his cock, and how eager you were to have him in your mouth.

sejanus looked up at you, a pretty smile on his face. you straddled his lap once more, and his hand didn’t hesitate to move back between your thighs. this time, there was nothing stopping him from coating his fingers in your wetness, and circling your clit.

it was pure bliss, having him touch you like this. the feeling of his fingers gently rubbing your clit. his hand slid down a little lower, and you let out a soft groan, eyes widening in surprise as two of his fingers slid inside your pussy.

he was nearly drooling at this point. you couldn’t blame him. feeling him inside your pussy, his fingers curling in just the right spots, it was almost enough to have you shaking. almost.

you eyed that gorgeous cock, which stood so tall and looked so eager to be touched. despite how much you loved sejanus’ fingers, there was no way you could settle for just them today.

“sejanus,” you moaned out. his lips curled into a smile. you knew how much he loved hearing you say his name. “i want…more, please.”

it took him a few seconds to realize what you were saying, but then his smile widened a little more.

he slid his fingers out of you and moved his hand to your waist, laying you on your back. the soft blanket underneath you felt nice, but the feeling of his hands spreading your thighs apart was even better.

sejanus looked so gorgeous above you, you couldn’t help but admire him. his focused expression as he coated the length of his cock with your juices, teasing your entrance and smirking when you shuddered underneath him. then, a gasp slipped past your lips as you felt the head of his cock begin to stretch your pussy.

sejanus’ eyes were closed, lips parted in a silent moan as you felt inch after inch of his cock.

“oh god,” he murmured, his head falling down to rest next to yours. he gave you a few seconds to adjust, and then he slowly drove his hips forwards.

quiet, breathy moans left you both. it was almost overwhelming, how much you were enjoying this. the feeling of his cock inside you, his soft, gentle mewls, and the way his chest pressed against yours.

you knew, after only minutes, that you would not be lasting very long. with the way sejanus was groaning in pleasure, it was clear he was having the same thought.

“sejanus,” you whispered, placing a hand on the back of his head. he groaned in reply, and you felt his hands clench the blanket underneath you.

he was beginning to move sloppier, his arms shaking on either side of your head. your hips moved with his thrusts, desperately craving that release.

“so…so good,” sejanus mumbled, his jaw going slack as he let out deep, breathy moans. your hand slid down, and you rubbed your clit in frantic circles. the sensation had your legs trembling, your eyes squeezing shut in pleasure as you came, your fingers soaked with your wetness. at that same moment, sejanus’ cock slid out of your pussy and you heard a groan of pleasure as hot ropes of cum landed on your thighs.

for a few minutes, the only sounds were your heavy pants. you could feel sweat dripping down your forehead, from both the sex and the sun beating down on your body.

sejanus’ eyes, full of adoration, fluttered open to look at you. his hand trembled ever-so-slightly as he stroked your cheek with his thumb. you managed a small smile, and leaned up to kiss him tenderly.

“thank you,” he murmured. a soft, breathy laugh slipped past his lips as he smiled down at you.

“for what?” you questioned, eyebrows creasing together in confusion. for sex?

“for everything,” he rolled over to lay on his side, and his arm draped over your waist. “you’ve always been there for me. you always know how to make me feel better.”

your heart leaped in your chest, and you let out a quiet giggle as you leaned into him. “well…you deserve it. i want you to be happy, sweetheart.”

the peaceful silence between you two returned. you gazed out at the meadow, your mind calm, and your body relaxed. as you admired the gorgeous view, you tried to memorize the way that sejanus held you. you didn’t want to forget a single second.

#sejanus plinth x reader #sejanus plinth smut #sejanus plinth #tbosas x reader #tbosas

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angrelysimpping · 3 years ago

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i. i hope i’m not the only one who really likes the plant person in the woods. idk!! i know they r just like a standard encounter but they’re so cute and mischievous 😭😭

You know how there's a couple who walk thru the woods and will say something about how "heard there were fairies in the woods" or something like that? I've become convinced they're referring to the plant people.(maybe more brownies than fairies but I'm rusty on my fae lore).

But!!! Yes, very fun, v playful, v much love 🥰🥰

#plant people

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sungbeam · 2 years ago

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ooh nice that you have a chill first day 😌✨ and aHHH yes look at you making friends left and right and pLS i bet you are pretty 🥹 and ahh it must be fun speaking chinese w someone else around a lot of ppl who likely don’t understand sjsjsjs i don’t have v much opportunity to do that (probably why my mandarin sucks <//3 skdjd) but it always feels cool when i can.

no i’m sure you made the right choice for yourself. and you’ll probably experience so many great things. sometimes i wish i decided to go to university for the experiences. and you get to meet so many great ppl too. cuz my life is so online rn and when i get a job there’s a chance i’ll be working remotely, so online as well, so like- when am i gonna make friends or even find a boyfriend 😭 djsjsjdj waiting on you mr. jake sim 😃 /j 🥹 but thank you sm :(( <3 ah, so hahaha you’re not ,, exactly wrong ig ?? hahaha there are LOTS of different types of ux designers but i think you’re thinking of more ux engineering haha which is not what i’d be going into tho. what i would wanna go into is more focused on working with users and getting to understand their needs through interviews or surveys or looking through that data and working with a team to come up with the best solution and like drawing out potential products and whatnot :) and this could be physical or digital. any digital aspect tho won’t be coding ahaha no thanks 😃 hahaha but yeah :> hopefully that makes sense 😭

ooooh that would be nice for you if you could finish early and take a year off !! ik you can do it, 加油 !! i believe in you ✊🏻 and i’m wishing you the best in finding the path you’re most passionate about and that will work for you the best 🥹

i hope i make more >< she's super sweet and she told me i was her first friend in america and i was like 🥺🥺🥺 i feel so honored yk 😞🫂 omg but i was glad i was able to help her out tho, i think we're gonna have dinner friday night together too !! and ahhhwjfbsk don't even worry cuz my chinese sucks too <//3 i haven't spoken in like years until recently so i'm super duper rusty it's 💔💔 at least i haven't forgotten everything (_ _;)

ah yeah i see what ur saying, but ig there are pros and cons to both uni and ur program ? but maybe you'll be able to still network and stuff once u go into the workforce soon!! omg i'll have to track u down (/j) and take u out to socialize, just two introverts against the world 🤧🤧🤧 ohhh !! so it's more customer service based then, like more ,,, , idk how to describe it but i do get what ur saying TT that's still pretty cool tho!! coding is a lot of effort and schooling anyway (;_; better to not have to deal w some of the people in cs (if anyone is a cs major and is reading this, it's nothing personal, it's just the *people*)

thank uuu 🙏🏼🫂 the gap year would probably be me studying for the mcat and doing things to bolster my résumé/application cries but a gap year sounds really good rn tbh 🤧💀 SKDBKEJD AND 加油 TO U AS WELL 💖💖 we got this (ง'̀-'́)ง

#sungbeam strikes again #em 🍪#moot ❧

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ope-scuseme · 5 years ago

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(( reblogging this because I’m on mobile and lazy lol ))

yeee this sounds fun!

Nickname: Linz

Height: 5’ 6” so uhhhh 1.68 m

Last film I watched: like half of “Mary and the Witch’s Flower” lol—and this isn’t a movie but also probably too much Saiki K😂

Favoite musician: right now? LIZZO (( hell yeah🔥🔥🔥 ))

Song stuck in my head: ok now I just have “Good as Hell” by Lizzo stuck in my head😂

Other blogs: this is a problem—I’m a bit of a blog hoarder. @dungeon-master-disaster is where I put all my dnd ideas and resources. @from-linz-with-love is a lil positivity and self-love sideblog I started cause I felt like it😊 @accessible-aspec-positive is one I literally started yesterday because I want to work on collecting and sharing accessible aspec positivity posts! @aspec-stories isn’t a sideblog, but I created and mod for it with my friends and I love it💜 and @himynameisebonydark-nessdementia is... what it is😂

Do I get asks: no😭 but if you ever need some advice or encouragement or love or a goofy poem or something just send me an ask and I’ll provide😂

What am I wearing: some real comfy yoga pants with these wild black and white patterns, a super comfy t-shirt with a rainbow stripe across the front (GAY), and dog hair

Dream job: working for a not-for-profit service dog training organization (( where I get to play with the doggos, of course )) and a writer on the side💜 OOOH and traveling internationally to help establish service dog organizations in other countries!!! (( helping dogs and people at the same time—that’d be so amazing!!! ))

Dream trip: I just want to make and visit friends in other countries😭 I love to travel, but don’t get to do it much cause moneyyyy. I’d absolutely LOVE to travel with friends (( and meet new people along the way! )) so hopefully there’ll be more of that for me in the future💜

Play any instruments? HECK YES. I’ve played flute (and piccolo) for... 12 years?? and piano for like.. 17 (( but I’ve been really inconsistent about practicing lately😅 )). I was VERY involved in band in high school and college—I majored in math but spent 99% of my time in the music department. man I miss it...

Languages: fluent? English😂 lol the U.S. public education system is horrible with language studies. I studied Spanish in school, and while I’m rusty, I know if I study it again I should be able to pick most of it back up. I lived in China for a while this past year and learned some Chinese! (( though my job was v stressful and ended up taking over my studying time😝 )) but I LOVE learning about languages, and on my list of languages to study are ASL, more Spanish and Chinese, Portuguese, and Italian! (( I would so so so love to travel in Europe or Central/South America💜 )) oh, and I want to learn HTML!! (( which I guess is kind of a language lol😂 ))

Favorite food: I MISS CHINESE HOTPOT SO MUCH

Favorite song: *panics* uhh oh no here comes a list—

Bach Goldberg Variations (Glenn Gould recording)

Brahms 16 Waltzes, Op. 39💜💜💜

Copland Appalachian Spring💖💗💕💝💓💘💞💖

Any and all Debussy

NIELSEN WOODWIND QUINTET!!

LIGETI WOODWIND QUINTET!!!!

Maslanka Symphony 4 (( gahhhhhh I miss him❤️ ))

Grainger Grainger Grainger💜

Beethoven 7!!! (( The Flute Solo is so HAPPY😄 ))

and... so much more. man, I miss it💜

Random fact: I was in a polka band in high school lol

Tagging: @gingermaple @pocketsizedquasar @countthestars413 cause y’all seem like cool people!!

@roderich-edelfine tagged me. Thank you, I love games <3

Rules: Answer 16 questions and tag 21 blogs whoever wants to, really.

Nickname: Batata / Potato

Height: 1,72m (I can't do imperial system sorry xux) / pretty average

Last film I watched: I think it was the last Avengers, it's been a while since I watched any movies

Favorite musician: Gaah, this question is so hard :'D I don't really have a favorite artist, there are too many awesome people to choose from. I'd have to say that the guy (whose name I sadly don't know) who made a berimbau sound like it was breathing really colored me impressed. Experimental music is the best music! On more "you can Google it and listen" notes, I've been really into Adelle the last few days

Song Stuck in my head: Beethoven's Silence. "Let's put this music on loop for an hour", I said, "what is the worse thing that could happen?", I said... At least it's a nice music

Other blogs: @the-dragon-that-ages (dragon age side blog where I share things without being afraid of spoiling it to my best friend xD Once I get on meds and can finally focus I'll start posting about a Dragon Age roleplay campaign I have in the planning); @aro096 (rp blog for the Aspec Initiative. Tumblr is being tumblr so I can't manage to tag it. It's pretty much empty and under construction, but it will be PRETTY! <3 )

Do I get asks: Seldomly. What is a shame, as I really love ask games q

What am I wearing: as few things as I can, getting dressed is annoying *cof, cof* Uh... a blue-and-purple dress, really comfortable and easy to get in, and the silver ring that never leaves my finger

Dream job: University teacher and researcher on either linguistics or whatever-is-the-area-that-studies-subtext. Plus writer on the side.

Dream trip: I'm a simple potato, all I want is to visit my long-distance friends. Sadly passages are expensive as heck even within my own Country.

Play any instruments? Yup, I can play the flute and a bit of keyboard. I don't practice since ever, tho xux

Languages: Portuguese, English, and says the legend that I studied German but nothing sticked to my head ('=

Favorite food: POTATO! I love potato so much I've written poems about it

Favorite song: Gaaah, why do you make me choose? Vivaldi's Four Seasons was such a deep passion that I listened to it until I couldn't bear it anymore, so I guess there is that. Winter is my fav part. Other passions of mine that I didn't exhaust to the bone are Chico Buarque's Construção, Belchior's Populus and Almir Sater's Tocando Em Frente (yeah, these musics are older than me, but I can't help my weird tastes). Omnia's Fee Ha Huri also has a special place in my heart.

Random fact: I am allergic to cats. I also have three cats and sleep with them, screw the rules.

Tagging: @oakskull @missafripop @human-sans-instructions @aysha-kitana

(Only if you want to, of course)

#tag game #Batata do you see what I mean?????

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