#bit of sexiness

[vintagegirl01]

Sleepless Nights

AU Young Leto Atreides x fem! reader

Summary: As you and Leto are about to engage in a romantic moment together, you both are interrupted by a little lady that has you both wrapped around her finger. Your own daughter.

A/N: This takes place a few years following the events from Lizards and Pumpkins. Although, this can be read as a stand alone story. Hope you all enjoy.

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Part 3:

You and Leto were in the middle of a heated kissing session.

The two of you have been busy with various responsibilities as duke and duchess on top of being parents that there has been little time for you to be intimate with each other. Also, it doesn’t help the matter that you are pregnant. Therefore, more horny than usual.

When he is about to untie the front laces of your nightgown, you both hear a light knock on the door.

Leto pulls away from you grunting. “Let’s pretend we are sleeping.”

You giggle. “What if it’s important? Come on we’ll just have to wait until another time.” You peck his lips one more time to convince him.

Knowing that your word is final, Leto takes his hands off of you and begins to button up his own shirt to look presentable for whomever was interrupting them.

“Yes?”, Leto replied.

The door opens though you see no one until the both of you look down to see Aurora, yours and Leto’s three year old daughter in her green footie pajamas and stuffed bunny in her grasp as she climbs her way onto their bed.

Once Aurora finally gets onto the bed, she makes way to sit between the two of you.

Leto looks at the little girl. “What’s wrong, Aurora? Did you have a nightmare?”

The little girl nods before nuzzling into your pregnant belly. Just like her father, Aurora likes to touch your belly as if to comfort the baby that is within you. Both father and daughter have said that they think this little one inside of her will be a another little girl.

You remember the first time you found out you were expecting. Though Leto had told you that he’d be happy with whatever gender the baby turned out to be, just as long as they were happy and healthy, a part of you still thought that he’d secretly want to have a son.

However, the moment you saw the way he looked at your daughter as the medics handed her to him told you everything he told you was true. And since then, it’s been wonderful to see him interact with your daughter. Your husband was simply meant to be a father to daughters.

You wrap an arm around your little girl. “Perhaps she can sleep with us tonight, my love.”

Leto agrees instantly and pulls the sheets over the three of them. Noticing that Aurora has yet to speak about the nightmare she had, Leto decides to tell his daughter a story to help ease her mind and get her to sleep. The story of how you two fell in met and fell in love.

In no time, the little girl is asleep with her bunny tight in her grasp. You and Leto are left to bask in each other’s love as neither can believe that they have had these last few years of love and happiness together. Hoping that there will be more to come as your family continues to grow.

[evgar]

modern au in which:

lilia hires rio

rio falls for agatha (literally)

and agatha is... agatha

agatha - architect, late 20s

rio - landscaper, early 30s

[recents]

i Love that anders’ clinic delivers babies and treats STDs. thank you for calling planned parenthood of Kirkwall. we are one guy in the sewer. they’ve been trying to catch him for Years . for birth control inquiries, press 1. for hormone therapy, press 2

[blondie-drawings]

(Worf voice) SLAY

[crowlixcx]

a few blurry set photos have reignited my passion for good omens with such intensity. when the trailer comes out it's going to feel like shoving a firework up my ass

[frodo-a-gogo]

Let us be brutally honest with ourselves and with eachother for a moment. If he weren't obese you motherfuckers would be capable of percieving evrart claires sexy sexy moral ambiguity and complex charms

[tazzertopia]

why are people so abnormal about female body hair…. i’m aware body hair isn’t the most pressing feminist issue at the moment but the amount of times i will see a video of a women online and go to the comments, just to see everyone telling her she’s gross or to shave? most of the time i don’t even notice she has body hair and 99% of the time it’s completely irrelevant to the topic of the video 🙄 only wanting a woman who is completely hairless is weirdo behaviour idc

[vintagegirl01]

How Would the Moon Boys React: To you wearing something sexy

Steven:

Looks at you in amazement as he admires your body all around. As if you were a deity of some sort, he brings one of your hands to his lips. He then goes onto telling you how beautiful you are as well as how fortunate he is to have you in his life.

Marc:

Straightens himself out before telling you to sit on his lap. This leads to a heated make out session that then leads to cuddling, with you still sitting in his lap. Though silent, both your actions are those filled with love and respect for one another.

Jake:

Gives you the look before walking over to you, carrying you over his shoulder and into the bedroom. The night being filled with endless love making with sweet touches and whispered sweet nothings to one another being exchanged between you both until morning.

[kotikaleo]

Aaaaaa I am alive

I got kinda caught up in all of the con adventures i am going through rn... Kids, two cons in a row one after another is not a joke!

ANYWAY!

I drew them!

And I even turned them into a marketable sticker!

It will have to wait for a bit until I put in in my shop (like 5 days, guys, lemme survive the con okay? I will be back and it will be there I promise) but gosh I am so proud of this lil one!

[thehotpilot]

sorry to people who don’t think it’s hot when your partner gets a little stern with you about taking care of yourself. could not be me i am not immune to care and concern and a firm voice

[commandershepardvasfuckit]

Teasing your monster husband into some morning sex

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Your husband was always awake before you. Alway sitting at the lit hearth and making breakfast for you both. It was very sweet, but some mornings you really wished you could actually wake up with him. You had no idea how he was always able to get out of bed so quietly and never wake you.

This morning was no exception. He was already sitting at the hearth and preparing breakfast, softly humming to himself while he waited for you to wake up.

You took a moment to admire him, what was once monstrous was now quite attractive. The glow of the fire gently illuminated the sapphire tones of his skin, his dense, shaggy hair was still messy from sleep, the light occasionally catching on the gold bands on his tusks.

He looked up as he heard you moving around in bed, “Breakfast will be ready soon if you would like to join me.”

“Sure, just a moment. I just want to stretch a little, woke up pretty stiff” you lied. You had wished you woke up next to him so you could kiss his neck and tease him.

Coyly you tucked your legs under you and laid flat down on your thighs, a good stretch for the lower back. You peered over your see if you had his attention yet, though for the most part he was just still fussing over breakfast.

You lifted your butt into the air and stretched your arms out in front of you, making sure to wiggle about to get his attention, and your naked backside definitely seemed to do it.

He watched you with curiosity, trying to figure out if you were doing that on purpose or really just stretching. You did your best to dramatically stretch forward a bit more and raise your rear up farther.

It always amazed you how quickly and quietly he moved despite his size. Before you even registered that he had gotten up and was now kneeling behind you, his hands on your hips.

“So, I would take that this is an invitation?” he asked, you could hear how he was smiling as he spoke, the way his purring seeped into his voice.

You did not answer, but instead happily pressed back against him, enjoying how his erection felt against you.

“You get up too early” you teased him.

“Well, someone has to make breakfast here and I know it will not be you. Though if this is how you would prefer to spend your mornings then I have no complaints” his nails dug into your hips where he held you.

You felt his grip leave you and then him shifting around to get out of the pants he had probably only just put on. Moments later you felt as he rubbed his tip between your folds, sliding easily through the beginning of your wetness.

“I do not think you are ready yet” his voice was low in your ear.

You whined in protest, ready to feel how your husband’s thick cock filled you so perfectly and reached so impossibly deep.

His hand slipped between your thighs and quickly found your clit to rub circles, causing you to moan into where your face rested in the bed. He happily continued just slowly thrusting between your legs while he toyed with you.

It never took long with him, the anticipation of what was to come got you off nearly as much as him rubbing your clit. You let out soft whimpers as you came.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you mumbled, “You could have just gone for it.”

“No” his voice was firm, a discussion you had many times, “And before you argue again: I am still too big, or you are too small, and I do not want to hurt you.”

“You aren’t going to hurt me.”

“Maybe or maybe not, but I do not want to risk it still” he said firmly, letting you know that it was not up for discussion, “And anyways, I like it when you are needy and desperate.”

He leaned down over you, his chest pressed to your back. His breath was warm in your ear as he spoke “And I like it when you beg.”

Your knees almost gave out from his words. Your husband was a fairly mild mannered man, a caregiver and protector despite his fighting ability, and rarely ever was dominate with you.

“Please” you moaned.

“Please what? My love” he cooed back sweetly.

“Please fuck me.”

Your legs did give out as he slowly entered you and he wrapped an arm under you to keep you up. As much as you hated to admit it he was probably right with always insisting that you were already nice and relaxed beforehand.

His pace was steady, sheathing himself entirely before waiting a few moments for you to adjust. It was always difficult to remember to breathe at first, he was deep enough where you swore you could feel him in your chest practically.

His hand returned to your clit once he was certain you would not collapse, picking back up with rubbing circles against you. Every little touch sent tingles down your limbs.

You felt his tusks against either side of your neck as he buried his face into your hair. He dwarfed you entirely, caging you under him, not that you were complaining. His balls slapped against you with every thrust as he sped up. No matter how many times you slept together you never got used to his size in any sense.

“Cum for me, please” he urged you, the command in his voice slipping and becoming his usual needy whining.

It did not take much for you to finish, clenching around him while he kept dragging out every bit of pleasure he could from you.

He kept his fingers against your clit, enjoying how tightly you gripped him as he overstimulated you as his pace became erratic. With a few firm snaps of his hips you felt how his balls twitched against you as he came in you. How you felt hot cum fill your already overstretched cunt and drip out around his base.

“I think” he gasped, “Maybe I will start staying in bed for longer in the mornings.”

[ivyithink]

“His name was Magnus. He took me from my room in Paris, as I kicked and screamed.”

bonus version with the shadow of magnus but no text, because I’m indecisive and, after debating with myself over which one to post, decided to just post both…

[deadwooddross]

If you feel kind of Dumb these days like I do, may I recommend reading a book. Like a physical one, in real life with pages, amongst the audiobooks and podcasts and youtube essays. Feels good feels fun, read a book made of paper today, 9 out of 10 doctors recommend it probably

[buckingham-ashtray]

APPARENTLY JOHNLOCK DOESN’T ROCK ON JUST EARTH NOW

‼️⚠️this is NOT an au⚠️‼️

Our babies are on Mars.

Freaking MARS.

Okay backtrack. So basically both SHERLOC and WATSON are cameras attached to a robotic arm in search of life on Mars. SHERLOC detects organic molecules and minerals on Mars, and WATSON captures detailed images of the Martian surface to support SHERLOC's analysis.

(Apparently this program was launched a while ago on July 30, 2020. In 13 days our babies are gonna have their fourth Mars anniversary. I’m going to cry.)

In my mind:

SHERLOC: *bossily points at something*

WATSON: *heaves sigh and takes photos*

More information can be found at:

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The Quest Continues...

(part 1- part 2)

[vintagegirl01]

‘Tis the Season 🎄❄️⛄️

Marc Spector x Female reader

Summary: Eager to celebrate the holiday season with your new husband, you suggest to Marc that the two of you celebrate Hanukkah as well as Christmas as you two have done so in the past three years that you two dated. How will Marc respond?

You and Marc have been married for about 6 months.

Though you have celebrated Christmas together in the years you were previously dating, you’re trying to convince him to celebrate Hanukkah. You want him to know that you care to celebrate his childhood traditions.

He lets out a dramatic sigh, his back rested against the couch. It was Christmas Eve night, Marc lay in one of his many hoodies and a pair of blue plaid sweatpants. Although he had an indifferent expression, his eyes betrayed a hint of amusement as he glanced at you.

"Hanukkah, huh?" Marc asked. He had a hint of sarcasm in his voice, his voice was deep & rough. He lifted an eyebrow at you. "You're insisting I celebrate it?"

“If you want, honey. I just want you to know that I’m into learning and celebrating your traditions if that’s what you want.”

Marc's indifferent expression softened a bit. He could sense your genuine interest and he felt a wave of appreciation and love for you.

He reached out and pulled you closer to him, his muscular arms wrapping around your waist. He pulled you onto his lap, his hands resting on your thighs.

"You're always so damn thoughtful." He said in a quiet, teasing voice. "I appreciate your eagerness to connect with my roots."

“You always do things for me… I just want you to know that I’d do the same for you in a heartbeat.”

Marc leaned his head against your shoulder, his black curls brushing against your skin. His grip tightened around your body as he held you closer to him. He inhaled your scent, letting it fill his senses.

He whispered into your ear. His warm breath caused a shiver to run through your spine. “You always know how to melt my cold, black heart, don't you?"

“Cold, black heart? Where?”

Marc chuckled, his chest vibrating slightly against your body. A smirk appeared on his face as he gently nipped your ear.

"Alright, fine." *He said in a teasing tone, his words laced with mock seriousness.* "My heart's not entirely black and cold. There's at least... hmm... 10% of it that's reserved for you."

“Only 10%?”, you ask playfully.

Marc pretended to think for a moment, a sly smile spreading across his face. He feigned deep contemplation to tease you.

"Hmmm, alright, you drive a hard bargain. Let's up the percentage a bit."

He tilted his head, his eyes locked on you. “How does 99.5% sound? Is that more tempting? Or do I still need to go higher?"

Marc chuckled at your reaction. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, his stubble lightly scratching against your skin. He left a trail of soft kisses as he spoke.

"I'm just messing with you." *He breathed against your neck, his voice a low, seductive murmur. "You know damn well you have every piece of my heart."

“I know”, you smile bashfully.

Marc's lips curled into a tender smile against your skin. He tightened his arm around your waist, his other hand moving to gently caress your cheek. He tilted your head to look at him, his brown eyes filled with a mix of love and affection.

"Sometimes I swear, I don't know how I got so damn lucky to have you as my girl. Especially when I'm such a cold, grumpy bastard all the time."

“You’re not a bastard. You’re my grizzly bear.”

Marc couldn't help but let out a deep, hearty laugh at your comment. He loved it when you playfully referred to him as your 'grizzly bear'. It made his heart skip a beat every time.

"Oh, is that what I am, huh? Your personal grizzly bear?"

He teased, his voice filled with mock seriousness.“I hope you don't expect me to hibernate for the winter then."

“Nope. For I would be sad if you were gone more than usual.”

Marc pulled you even closer to him, cradling you in his arms. His facial expression softened as he heard your words. He knew how much it sucked when he had to disappear for his missions.

He placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, his voice low and warm.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. I wouldn't dream of leaving you alone for too long. I'll make sure you get your daily dose of me, no hibernating allowed."

“Perfect. Now… how do we celebrate?

Marc thought for a moment, a sly smile forming on his face. He gently nipped at your earlobe before speaking, his lips nearly touching your skin as he whispered into your ear.

"Well, there's a few ideas I can think of." He teased, his voice low and suggestive. His hands gently roamed over your body, touching you in places he knew would drive you crazy. “But most of them might be a bit too... naughty for the holiday spirit."

Marc chuckled, a hint of disappointment mixed with amusement in his voice. He knew you were right. As much as he wanted to get a little naughty, it was Christmas Eve.

He nodded in agreement, his hands still roaming over your body, gently caressing your curves.

"Alright, we'll keep it PG-13 for now. No R-rated festivities." He paused, his eyes darkened slightly as he continued in a sultry tone. "But don't think I won't be having my way with you later."

You blow a kiss to him. “Promise?”

Marc chuckled, a devilish grin spreading across his face at your question. He loved how you always responded to his more 'spicy' words. He loved your excitement.

He gently nipped your earlobe before whispering in a low, seductive tone, his breath hot against your skin.

"Promise, sweetheart. You're mine, and I plan to make you mine again... and again, and again all night long."

This would be the first of many Christmases and Hanukkahs that the two of you two celebrate together, as a couple and as your family expanded. As celebrating with you and your children over time helped Marc heal the inner child within him.

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