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💌 Post 4 pictures from Pinterest that describe your OC. Send this to 3 other simmers to keep the chain going!

this is obviously more than 4 because I don't think 4 pictures can encapsulate the type of person Nadia is, I keep adding to her pinterest board everyday 😭

[oh-great-authoress]

No, here’s the thing.

I have special memories associated with Val, even before he became special to me.

*wink wink nudge nudge*

When I was younger, my dad worked as a top level research scientist for a major pharmaceutical company.

And though he was (and is) a fantastic dad, there were times he worked long hours in the lab.

So, my wonderful mom, a SaHM, after homework time, she would make dinner, and we would sit on the couch, watching movies, while eating.

And when we finished, we would squeeze together like sardines in one corner of the couch—even though we had the whole thing to ourselves, watching movies until my dad came home.

Some of the first movies I remember watching like that were all the old Batman movies—from Keaton to Clooney—and the 1997 classic, “The Saint”.

I cannot clearly remember what young me thought of Val, but if I am not mistaken, “Batman Forever” was my favorite of the old Batman movies, and I thought Simon Templar was so cool with his disguises.

So, thank you, Val, for being a part of some of my favorite childhood memories.

Val Kilmer as Bruce Wayne // Batman Forever

[tinydefector]

I do not know if you have ever thought about it, but listen! Last night I came up with a funny idea where Nadia and her friend decided to have fun and did a survey among bots. who do they think they would fuck that night and obviously almost all the bots have chosen our favorite ambassador. I would be interested to see the ambassador's reaction to this prank from Nadia😁良い一日を。💕

Pay back-Human affects

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: pin-up photoshoot, mentioned nudity, thirsting, unhinged behaviour.

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Is it nearly 1am, yes, but I wanted to finish this piece because it was written with the last part, but I wanted it to split it for these requests.

Ask and request are open

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The Ambassador sat with the three surfing what was essentially the cybertronian version of Twitter, Tumblr and Reddit all in one, laughing and reading the post.

"Ooo, this one's juicy!" Nadia crowed, shoving her datapad in the Ambassador's face, making them read through yet another raunchy post.

DockDawg66: "Primus, you guys, have you SEEN our Ambass? The way their hips sway when they walk...I just wanna toss 'em in my cab and take 'em for a spin, if you catch my drift! That soft little organic is begging for a spike the size of their torso. Bet I could make 'em sing."

The whole crew roared with laughter as the Ambassador snatched the pad, face heated in embarrassment, they were aware that some of the bots on ship had a thing for them but this, this was not what they had expected they literally had a full forum dedicated to them.

"Have you no shame, you pervs?" They huff out while pressing a hand to their forehead. Millian scanned down their notes with a smirk. " it seems you've got a bit of a fanclub, chief. Check out 'Ambass_Admirer' tag

'I just wanna rub my plating all over that smooth flesh...make 'em squeal.' They go on like that for paragraphs, it's a riot."

The Ambassador rolled their eyes good-naturedly as their motley human crew dissolved once more into giggles at the bots' oh-so-secret desires. Their jaw nearly drops as the crew scrolls through even more posts. "Fucking hell! How many of these are there!?!?"

"Seriously, it's like every other bot's got the hots for you!" Millian snorted, scrolling furiously. Nadia nudged them with a wicked smirk. "We should totally roast these pervs. Post looking for 'hot single bots' - bet their inboxes would explode!"

Millian cackled, adding fuel. "Ooh, or you could play hard to get! anyone feel like earning a private photoshoot?' Their circuits would short for sure!"

Ambassador's could feel the colour nearly draining from them with the continued bullying and jokes from the three. As for feeding such flames... Well, a little harmless teasing did feel justified, if they wanted to be fiends what was stopping the Liaison from being one back.

"Alright you hooligans, enough scheming for one night." They chuckled. That's when Taylor speaks up. " you know we could do a bit of a spicy photoshoot, kinda like only Fans make some money of horny bots," she hums while leaning over the Ambassador's shoulder. "Taylor!" The Ambassador sputtered with embarrassment and shock.

"Now there's an idea..." Millian mused, eyeing their boss. Money could go far in this ragtag outpost, and fleecing horny mechs of their shanix just felt poetic.

"Alright you lunatics, I will play along. But first-" They turned to Taylor with a stern look. "Ground rules. Nothing goes public without my say-so, got it? I don't need an invasion of metal pervs in my room!"

They three nearly squeal in delight over the go ahead. "So how far are we going to go with this boss, just some light stuff like you laying on a bed or what?" Millian asked. The three are already scheming ways to do decent photos.

"Oh, oh I have a camera somewhere"

"So... I may have been able to talk One First aid into giving me Ratchet's old servos from before we ended up on ship. Don't ask how" one of the others stated.

The Ambassador rubbed their temples, already regretting this scheme but far too amused to back out now.

"Alright, you loons - nothing explicit, got it? I'm not getting Naked for anyone, Classy pin-up style shots fine, some saucy photos sure but that only." They start laying out ground rules for the three,despite being their boss, they were also friends and they did want to enjoy some letting loose. "And I suppose props could...add a dash of naughty flair, but if we are doing this you guys act professional, don't make weird comments."

As the crew dove into planning, they shook their heads fondly. "We'll start simple - you lounging in 'sexy' clothes, maybe leaning on those servos. Gauge how you feel, then amp it up gradually if you feel comfortable."

"And I get 30% of all earnings!" The Liaison called after them as they scramble to grab what they can for the shoot.

Both Millian and Taylor carted in the servos on a trolley, the ambassador was almost impressed but decided to keep their questions to themself, not really wanting to know how they got ahold of severed cybertronian hands. The three are trying to figure out where to start and what the ambassador should wear.

"I swear if Kyle, David or Daniel find out about this I'm putting all three of you on cleaning duty for forever." The Ambassador threatens them, hands on hips, eyeing the bustling preparations with mingled amusement and trepidation. What had they unleashed upon this ship?

"Boss, take a look, scored this silky robe that's sure to drive 'em wild!" Nadia called, holding up the item in question with a smirk.

Millian hauled over a plush bed adorned with soft blankets and pillows from over in the corner Of their room. "Lay back here while Taylor and I do a test shoot, just want to try and set up lightly."

They move to lay on the bed, trying to get comfortable and move things until they feel right. Millian snaps a few pics before the Liaison stands back up looking at the box of clothing.

Nadia and Taylor begin moving the Servos trying to get them set up as close to the bed as possible. “I'm so glad these are holo on the inside, they are Heavy enough” Taylor huffs out and the move and curl the digits.

The Ambassador looks at the different clothing and fabrics with a raised eyebrow. "Do I want to know where you guys got all of this?" They ask. The three just give mischievous looks.

They let out a sigh. "We will start off with something like this, then you lot can play dress ups with me, Christ never knew you three were this much of a nightmare"

"Alright you troublemakers, out with you while I change," they chide their over-eager crew, shooing them from the room with a laugh. Once alone, they unfurl the silky robe reverently, resting it on the bed before peeling off their uniform. Neatly piling it together. They rummage through the other clothing grabbing out a rather nice looking set of underwear before dragging luxurious sheen robe over their shoulders.

They move over to Millian's set before calling out to them. "I'm changed, you can come back in" they call out. Millian's head popped in, eyes widening at the vision before them. "Boss, you clean up nice!" They let out a low whistle.

The liaison's eyes trace over the large Servos on the ground with a pile of pillows and blankets set between them. "So how are we doing this?" They ask. Nadia and Taylor piled in behind, stopping in their tracks at the enticing sight. The Ambassador lounged lazily amid plush bedding, silhouetted seductively against the soft lights. Those mighty metal servos loomed ominously close.

Taylor shook off her daze first. "Lay back and get comfy. We'll start with some innocent stuff - just look smouldering while you toy with the fabric." With that the three moved around getting lights set so they had the height for the photos. “I'm starting to get suspicious on why you guys have all of this equipment in here Millian.” They call out only for them to wave the accusation off. “Eh I do photos for Nadia on occasions”

"Alright, lay back against those pillows- yeah, just like that. Now arch your back a little and tilt your chin up," Nadia instructed eagerly, moving a few pillows into a good position, Ambassador's gaze up with eyes half lidded. “I feel so stupid doing this!” They call out which makes the others laugh. “Ahh don't worry, last time Nadia did a shoot she nearly lost the bikini top she was wearing because it got caught. Spend ten minutes trying to not have to cut it off” Taylor informed.

“Yea I didn't want to wreck one of my favourites!”

Millian gave a low whistle. "You're doing great, I promise the more you laugh the less awkward it is. Now trail one hand slowly down your chest while the other grips the robe's lapel." Taylor surveyed their work, making subtle adjustments here and there.

"You two- move that big metal hand like it's gently cupping their waist." The crew buzzed around their model putting touches in place. Each minute adjustment drew out as they chatted away about random stuff while doing the photos, it helped them not feel so awkward about doing the photos.

"Alright, I think we've got our money shot," Millian declared at last, snapping one final smouldering image. The shutter clicked rapidly as they tested angles, coaxing out new provocative poses little by little. They stand back up, wrapping the robe around themself as they walk over to Millian. " Can I see the photos? They were rather excited, this wasn't something they normally did, but the three were actually rather professional with it.

The group looked at the photos as Millian slowly flicked through the collection showing off the collection along with some of the more silly ones they took to help ease the tension. The silky robe clung to curves in all the right places, every inch of exposed flesh looked as if it glowed. Bedroom eyes beckoned from heavy lids, lips parted as if panting from passion's heights recently scaled. One hand grasped the large metal hand.

"Holy shit, you really got me good!" They breathed, awed by photos that the three had helped craft. Nadia gave a devilish grin. "Just wait till the boys get an eyeful. They won't know whether to rub one out or combust on the spot!"

Laughter spilled forth from them as Millian begins transferring them over to their data pad. “this was fun, I can see why you enjoy doing it Nadia, I haven't felt this..”

“Beautiful?”

“handsome?”

"Desirable?”

The three state one after another which gets a head shake from the Liaison. “Yes, “ They admit.

"Also how exactly are we going to be posting these photos?" Inquiry, the were feeling rather daring now and wanted to have input on the posting.

They ushered the others close, datapad in hand. "Here's what we'll do- I've got an anonymous account on one of those seedy Commlink forums the bots love. You know, the one where they all drool over flesh?"

Nadia snorted. "Oh yeah, the 'Human Fucker' board. Classy place."

Millian ignored her, pulling up the photos. "I'll post just one crop out whatever you want for your comfort - the money shot where your hand is gripping that servo. Caption will be 'Look who I've got...' nothing else."

“don't crop it post the full thing, I like it and well they want to play with fire this is what happens” the Ambassador hums which makes Taylor cackled, rubbing her hands together. "Mark my words, those mechs will be tripping over themselves trying to claim the 'lucky bot' title," Millian promised gleefully.

Commlink forum: human fucker.

Ambass_Admirer pin.

Tin_Bin25: 'Look who I've got.'

a photo of a bots servos cupped partly around a human in a Satin robe looking rather Ravished, smiling up while their robe is hanging off their shoulder showing off a rather scandalous amount of skin.

Overcharger69: Holy frag is that the Ambass? Lucky slagger, frag what a fine piece!!!

T-Wrexz: No way!. Someone Fragging did it. They got with a Fleshie!

Rev-Rid3: some lucky mech sampled fleshy friction and got the dream...

Flyboi69: : FRAG THIS WHO CARES WHO FRAGGED THEM I JUST WANNA KNOW IF THEY'RE AS SOFT AS THEY LOOK!!!!

ScienceSorcerer: My oh my, what scandalous treasures, do share more with the class! For historical and scientific purposes, of course.

Oiler69: No way, you can't just Post that! Do you have more, Post em up already, need more Proof!

_Heavyhaul: Hey, hey, keep it in your panel's mechs. That photo wasn't released with their consent, it's not cool.

Tin_Bin25: Here is another.

It's a new photo showing the Ambassador lying back against pillows in a low cut silk robe, one hand trailing lazily across their collar while the other grips a metal servo their face pressed against one of the digits as they kiss it, gazing at the camera with hooded eyes

How's that for proof, sceptic? I've got permission for their personal photoshoot, even let me post without hiding their face. Bet your spikes would glitch seeing them like this in person.

Scope_ridge: *venting noises* Frag me sideways, they look good enough to eat! This is officially the best solar cycle ever.

Bar-rizzla: Why, they positively glow with sensuality! One can only imagine the debauchery that inspired such provocative portraits.

StarFielder: Seriously, does anyone have any idea who the lucky mech was? Gotta be someone important...

WPHAS-violation: my Shanix is on it being an officer right? Bet it was Magnus!, rather tasteful compared to the stuff I make.

Con_Spiracy: got me wonderin' - think any other bots have been sampling alien delights?

SunRunner: Whoa, hold up- you've got a whole collection? Heater's firing up over here! *fans self jokingly*

Pimptheride: Hey mech, wanna pass those images over? How much you asking for?

Bar-rizzla: I've got enough engex to trade for a peek! C'mon Tin, help a bot out with his late night activities...

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What the Emperor Wants

Part Thirteen

Summary: New developments after Geta proposes to reader. The past is remembered.

Warning/Notes: Angst, fluff, Screaming (Caracalla is upset!) dated views of people, wounds & religion.

Bacchus is the god of fertility, wine & revelry.

Thank you so much for reading. Its a bit long. Debated about splitting it up. ❤️s, reblogs, comments and feedback is always welcome!!! Happy New Year! 🎉💐

“Yes, yes Geta I will be honored to be your wife.”

Once again, you felt as his lips brushed over your knuckle. It caused a flutter, a very pleasing flutter in your heart as he slipped an iron band onto your finger.

“I give you this, a betrothal ring.”

As he held your hand as his eyes met yours and you held his hand in return.

His words, may have come from the heavens above but his eyes were soft as fresh earth on a summer’s day. He was there grounded to terra with you.

******

Once the villa became aware of his betrothal to you; it felt like a storm of preparation was passing through. Geta began making arrangements. Not to be a distraction to anyone, you made your way back to your room.

You had seen him once before this determined. It had been your second time ever in the royal box, Nadia was still ill. You were her replacement and terribly nervous.

Though, one of his personal gladiators received a mortal wound. When it happened an instrument of harm flew from his grasp and it struck a senator. It was the later that had rankled him. With a flick of his wrist and the gladiator had been dispatched. With this memory, you were struck with the realization that the same senator that had been hurt was the one who had put on quite a show of disapproval to you being in attendance of their session.

Through all of the activity Aelia, remained calm and composed. You were grateful for her calm nature and steadfastness over the news.

You managed to make it to your room, with little fuss as the entire villa felt as if it hummed and buzzed like the bees, the people in your village had kept. You did not linger, or bother anyone. As a child, you had learned to not bother the hive. One could get stung, this time however you were afraid, you’d get stung and realize you were asleep and this had been some wild dream from the gods.

It was quiet, though your heart had kept its steady beat. Going to the small speculum, you eyed your appearance. You held up your wrist that was still adorned by the bracelet, then you held up your hand with the ring. It had truly happened. Geta, had proposed to you.

Being an empress more would adorn you. Geta himself wore a bit. It made him all the more pleasing to the eye. Though you’d be false to yourself if you did not find it pleasing in how he appeared before the jewelry or the powders to make him appear more like a god.

*******

He felt free, making a decision for himself. It caused happiness to fill him.

From afar, he had kept an eye on you. He watched you move, how you smiled. Hearing how you spoke it reminded him of the poetry he used to lose himself in reading. He missed the days where he could disappear to read or take in a good performance or look upon art.

When Caracalla began to exude problems with his illness, those fancies were squashed. No longer could he just do what called to him. Though the thirst of a good fight in the arena was something that entertained the both of them. It kept, Caracalla smiling or at the least shift him away from one his darker spells. Enjoying those fights more often had brought you to him.

Its a long time since he followed his own impulses. Been too long in his opinion. He was first born, he was allowed this. You made him feel close to the exhilaration of knowing a new providence would be under the rising and setting of the Roman sun or when a favorite gladiator won.

********

Reaching into the folds of the beautiful fabrics, you removed a sprig of Rosemary. You brought it to your nose and smiled. It was refreshing.

The sun as vivid as Geta’s hair; began to touch the horizon you wondered if a letter was sent to your village. Your village where you last embraced, held hands with your mother or where you knelt and hugged your younger brother. Your older brothers and father had already crossed the river styx.

She would have loved to know her daughter would be an empress. If she had gone to be with her husband and other sons, you promised in your heart you’d be reunited. You’d happily tell her of how grand and large Rome truly is. And with great pleasure you’d tell her what it was like to meet his sire, emperor Geta and how he decided to make you his empress.

You murmured a soft prayer of gratitude. All you knew was, Venus and Psyche must truly be blessing and guiding yours and his hearts.

The creak of your door, brought you from your musings. Glancing, you saw Aelia. You smiled and rose from where you sat and went over to her. You tucked the rosemary away. When you saw the edge that her face had taken, how stoney her eyes were you paused. You had only seen her this sharp when uou questioned Geta.

Your heart squeezed, painfully.

“Aelia? Is there something wrong? Are you ill?” Your eyes grew at the mere passing of the thought. “Has Geta become ill?”

“No.”

She reached and grabbed you. Turning your face upwards to her. You did not resist. Fear had taken ahold.

“Are you enchantress? Do you cast spells?”

“No. Why?” You trembled.

“His sire, my sire Geta is to marry you. He has become besotted with you. He has become capricious.”

“He has?”

You always heard, his temper could be sudden and as sharp as the mighty and powerful Jupiter. You had seen touches. But you had also heard and seen that he could be just like Bacchus as well.

“Yes. He has never spoke of marriage. He has never been so impulsive that he would send one of the Praetorian Guard.”

“You rescued me from him last night.”

Her hand on you tightened, you winced.

“I know how they can be. I am no beast.”

“Thank you.” You exhaled.

“So what has come over him. Could it be from that knife’s blade? The one that drew his life’s blood?” Her eyes never left yours.

“Aelia, I am sure it could not. But I am just me. I know no spells.”

You learned from Geta to not look away. However, in this moment you wished you could. How she looked at you, hurt.

“The sun always rises as the moon settles away. Those two are never as radiant as they are when they are alone in the sky. That is I.” You paused and swallowed. “I do. I don’t know how else to truly be. My father said, one day it may cost me my head but believe me when I say, I do care for him, Geta. I do.”

You echo. A warmth came over you as you spoke of him.

“I heard only of stories that our gods or how my father and mother were when they shared a smile, or laid a weathered hand on the other.”

Her hand finally released you.

“I hope your beautifully woven words are true. I will stand by you and help you into this new journey where and when I can.”

She promised.

“Thank you, Aelia. Thank you.”

*******

Clad in a dark and heavy cloaks with the cover of the night, the carriages pulled up to the expansive royal domus. With time away, you were reminded of how big it was.

You were lowering your hood, when you heard steady and concurred foot falls of some guards accompanied by the softer but still determined foot falls of a pair of bare feet. Looking up, you saw a very grumpy, sleep rumpled Caracalla. He was wrapped messily in a white sheet. Dondas, his little monkey held onto the sheet as he moved fairly steadily towards the two of you. Geta was beside you, lowering his hood.

“You left me!” He hollered.

You took a step back.

“I’m sorry. Needed to clear my head.” Geta said softly as he stepped closer to his brother.

“You should have told me!”

You dared to look their way. You noticed tears had wet his eyes.

“I figured it would be good for you to be away from your big brother for a little while.” He stepped even closer. “I’m sure it gave you a chance to throw a wild party or two.” He rose his eyebrows and a smile played on his lips.

He chuckled then. A smile finally cracked his mouth. “I did. They were fantastic. I will have to throw another since you’ve returned.”

“We’ll see.”

They embraced. Dondas, hopped down then and made some happy sounds.

You debated about leaving to your room, you didn’t want to disrupt his good mood. You began to unfasten the cloak.

“You brought her back.”

Your fingers stilled on your cloak.

His voice, was sharp and it cut through the room. Glancing over, you saw as he struggled away from Geta’s grasp. Easily, he freed himself, quickly he was where you stood.

“The messages were not false then.” His expression turned sour.

Before you could react, he had grabbed your hand where the iron band encircled your finger.

“You plan on marrying, marrying this…” He spat out, as he tugged on your hand.

“Brother, I have told you to watch your tongue around her.” He easily closed the distance, he placed a hand on his shoulder.

His hand was warm, as if flushed with a fever as he shook it to let you go as if it had gotten stuck.

That’s when you noticed Dondas.

“I don’t care what you say…” He shrieked.

His eyes were wild, his voice grew sharp once again. Yet his words faded to silence as Dondas walked over to you.

“Get away from her, she’ll hurt you.”

You frowned at his words. You couldn’t imagine hurting anything.

Dondas looked back at him. He let go of your hand to clap and smiled at his little monkey, bending gently towards it. As part of his sheet slipped he pushed it back onto his shoulder.

Dondas, looked back at you tilting her head to one side. Then on her little feet, you saw her exhibit only a few times she went over you, easily climbing up your cloak. She skittered and squeaked close to your ear. You glanced at her and smiled. You could feel as her little feet held onto the fabric before there was a little jump and she landed between the two of you again.

She bowed her head and soon scampered over to Caracalla, and easily climbed up the sheet. Then she appeared to settle and perch herself on his shoulder. It was her special place to be; when she wasn’t on Caracalla’s man servant’s shoulder.

Blinking, you attempted to look at Caracalla and then at Geta. Caracalla had frowned. His brow creased as he brought up a ringed finger to his lips before mumbling something and then walked back in the direction of his rooms.

One the servants with a swish and a flowery air appeared with a glass of wine in an outstretched hand to Geta.

He glanced, nodding and took it. He gestured to you. “She may want a glass as well. You will be serving, myself, Caracalla and our soon to be empress.”

She glanced at you. You had replaced her in the royal box, when she had taken ill. Not many words had been exchanged between you. She brought drying cloths when you took your first bath here.

“Yes, a glass would be very nice after the journey we had.” You said softly.

She moved as expected. Which felt odd since it was directed at you. You would have to get used to this as well.

They turned back to Geta.

“If you show any disrespect, I will have your head.”

“No words nor disrespect will come from me sire.”

“Good. Now get her glass.”

There was some clinking of a new glass, the liquid being poured and she was in front of you. You gladly took it.

He made a dismissive gesture. “Help in the kitchen where you are needed. Tell those there and the others, I will need their attendance ante meridiem after I have finished my first meal.”

“Yes, sire.”

Geta, then turned to Aelia. “Aelia, I will be relying on you to make certain all this planning will go as it should.”

“Yes, as you wish Geta.”

“I know, it will be a great undertaking. I have sent a letter to my mother. Let me know when there is a response.”

“I will work as hard as always. And I will surely tell you.”

“Thank you. Now, you may retire. I will see you when the sun is high in the sky.”

“Yes, Geta when the sun is high in the sky.”

*******

After Geta dismissed the guards and you were alone with Geta, the sensation of butterflies flapping in your belly began once again. In the carriage, you had been too caught up looking out of the windows and sleep had once again claimed you in the steading rolling and bumping of the wheels on the road.

The wine you had sipped did little to calm the sensation. Finally finishing the glass and all it did was move with waves that rose and fell in you. The butterfly wings had calmed only to replaced with what felt like a storm coming to water.

With a flurry of fabric, and small metallic rattle echoed as a little more his cloak fell the grown. Softly, wrapped clothes were still woven around his body. The magnificent of the colors he wore brightened the room.

Geta went and sat amidst the eagles that were finally carved on his throne. You heard as he sighed. “Come here.” He motioned to you.

You came over, and knelt at his feet.

“Remove that.” He motioned to the cloak you still wore. “Sit with me.”

You glanced around.

“I don’t want you there, if I did I would have said so.” He patted his lap. “I want you here.”

There was some shifting around but you both found a comfortable way to sit, you found yourself astride his lap.

A fuzzy warmth came over you. Perhaps the wine finally was calming you.

“The next few days will be very busy.” Sitting back a little, he rubbed his temples.

You tried to say something but the words would not come. They all felt foolish or you knew he knew so why even say them. You tried to give him a look of support.

His eyes met yours.

“What is fighting in you, blossom?”

“I want to assure you, I am here whenever the need will arise but you know this. I feel silly to echo what you already know.”

You shifted a little on him.

“It is still nice to hear, especially when it comes from your lips.”

He brought his hands down. It felt as if some of his tension was leaving him. Sitting a little more erect, he licked as his bottom lip as his thighs bumped you.

“Then, Geta my emperor, my future husband.” A smile came over you, a the familiar warmth he gave you heightened . “I am here for whenever you need me.”

“Without ever being your husband, I would have needed you.”

His words made you tremble.

“Oh, Geta.” You whispered.

Hmm, he made a sound as if he was in thought.

Grabbing your hand, just where the bracelet laid; his nose grazed your soft skin there. You inhaled though as you felt his mouth, a soft sound poured from your lips

“You’re so soft.”

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M6 with a super smart MC please?

The Arcana Mini-HCs: M6 with a super smart MC

Julian: he is so attracted to this. please let him talk medicine to you so you can talk back and use medical terms so obscure it makes his knees go weak - ah, that is, he enjoys academic discussions with you

Asra: forever fascinated and delighted by how quickly you learn and apply things. they're in the habit of lovingly treating you like a walking encyclopedia ("Hey MC, how do you think this works?")

Nadia: genuinely sees this as yet another universal sign that you two are made for each other. gives you the keys to the Library and loves nothing more than a late night discussing philosophy and astronomy

Muriel: a little intimidated at first, but admires your thirst for knowledge and your competency with it. likes asking small questions so he can listen to you share all of those brilliant thoughts of yours

Portia: she felt a teeeny bit jealous of your education at first, but once you two got together and she got to learn all these new things with you, you became her favorite conversation partner. tell her more!

Lucio: he was a little a lot threatened at first, but he grudgingly appreciated it because it was helping you solve his ghostly goatman situation. now he thinks you "talking smart" is a cool party trick

[pray4saint]

head empty only sirius saying “puppy” while out of breath brrrr

sirius calling u his puppy brrrrrr

[saintslewis]

𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐀: 𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 🪩

𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 | 𝐋𝐇𝟒𝟒

pairing: sir lewis hamilton x fem oc; Nadia Hamilton

summary: social media posts from the most recent chapter! <3

warnings: twitter environment, cussing

saint’s team radio 🎀: 2 for the price of 1 😝. did not mean to take so long so here’s a little gift 🫶🏽

pic credit: pinterest and ig!

fc: @/unclewaffles_ on ig

plastic off the sofa: chapter 7

renaissance: the masterlist

Twitter!

Instagram!

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nadiahamilton versace x dua lipa.

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pinned!

nadiahamilton guys my back tat looks so delicious

loriharvey YOU’RE JOKING? NADIA

nadiahamilton hello 🤭

user and what if this causes my hospitalisation?

dualipa i was so lucky to see this in person

nadiahamilton thank you for such an amazing show!

versace 💗

lilymhe i fainted a couple of times

arianagrande WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU JUST WAKE UP AND LOOK LIKE THIS

nadiahamilton i don’t, i swear 😭

kehlani can your man fight

haileybieber you look like a dream 🥹

user whatever your affirmations were, hand them over!

sza that ass is SITTING

francisca.cgomes i am begging for one chance

alexandrasaintmleux me too omg

user i don’t think you understand what you’ve done now

nataliatheedon you’re actually unreal WHAT

latto777 it’s actually so unfair that he gets you to himself

iamcardib like it’s actually pissing me off rn

amaraonmars this is insanity. do it again

jackharlow oh you was serious

user white boy, what are you talking abt? 🤨

user probably something at the party

user and dare i ask who took the photos….

user there could only be one selfish man who did this

user not you calling him selfish 😭😭😭

lewishamilton had to take a breather

charlottieee we’ll give you your pump, grandpa

fencer THIS IS SO CRAZY???

nataliatheedon CHARLOTTE YOU CAN’T SAY THAT 😭

lewishamilton hi mrs hamilton

nadiahamilton hi 🤭

user they had to remind y’all REAL QUICK

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nadiahamilton hello monaco! (can we pls focus on how good he looked)

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user publicly thirsting over him, aren’t you embarrassed?

user girl that’s her husband…..

carmenmmundt we need to get together like that soon, it was so much fun!

lilymhe i felt like i was in a chick flick

francisca.cgomes not when you tripped and your ice cream fell ‼️

alexandrasaintmleux kika let’s be nice but YES tinkerbell, i need another girl’s day or else i will combust

user YOUR SHIRT??????

nadiahamilton super cute right?

user it’s so iconic!!!!

user nadia liked and favourited an edit of mine, just wanted to flex 🙏

user now why would you expose that girl’s secret like that (share the edit)

nataliatheedon monaco isn’t a real place, hope that helps!

nadiahamilton if i were you, i’d keep quiet 🫵🏽

nataliatheedon 😧

user i have the slightest feeling that you can cook, can you?

nadiahamilton yes?

user since no one is talking about it, yes he looked so good that day Nadia

nadiahamilton THANK YOU LIKE SOMETHING WAS IN THE AIR THAT DAY

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f1femmepost bumping into nadiahamilton was the highlight of our Monaco Grand Prix weekend! Tell us what your favourite interview moments were!

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user “is this one of those tiny mics?? I LOVE TINY MICS”

user “i promise you, go up to one of these white people and they will give you a paddock pass. i’ve seen it.”

user “sorry i gotta fix my nose ring hold up”

user “there are days where he sounds incredibly british and it’s just so interesting to hear.” “but he is-” “and that’s what makes it better!”

user “these are my ladies, those drivers couldn’t stand a CHANCE!”

user a dog and its owner walk by: “omg look at it, i wanna squeeze that dog.”

user “i won’t hold you, i’m craving a big ass bowl of pasta rn.”

user *sings in the most angelic voice you’ve ever heard*

user ���i’ll never stop being a teacher, it’s so much fun.”

user “if you’ve got extremely blue eyes, do not stare at people, it’s so scary. i’m talking about you, pierre gasly.”

user “omg you’re craving cupcakes? let’s go get them!”

user “you like that bag from gucci? let’s go get it.”

user “i love laying on the floor so much.”

f1femmepost because of all these posts, we love Nadia Hamilton so much! 🫶🏽

saint’s notes 🎀: this took so long yoh, hope you enjoyed!

[natrogersfics]

Super Bowl Sunday (Romanogers Version)

Edits in this collage by @faith2nyc Read on AO3

The whistle blows, sealing their win. But even as the confetti rains down from above in a plethora of colors and his teammates erupt in elation all around him – jumping and high-fiving and joyfully screaming over the blaring music – Steve can’t help but steal a glance at the scoreboard just to be sure.

Avengers 21-14 Guardians FINAL

They had truly done it. Against the odds, their team had pushed through a season littered with injuries and shock, last-minute trades. He takes his helmet off, his lips curling up in a smile as he shakes his head in disbelief.

“How does it feel to be a three-time Super Bowl Champion, Cap?”

He turns to see that Maria Hill, the lead anchor from SHIELD Sports, has made her way to him. She holds a microphone up as the rest of her camera crew and the Avengers’ PR team crowd around them. Impressing a seasoned veteran like Maria is no easy feat, but even he can see the touch of awe in her expression, and his pride swells just in the slightest. He chuckles, his shoulders lifting in a shrug as he contemplates her question.

He recalls the first time he had won as though it was just yesterday. The adrenaline that had lingered in his veins long after the whistle had blown and he had gotten his hands on the Lombardi. The satisfaction of having conquered his life-long dream was euphoric. The thirst to feel this high once again immediate. In that moment, all the sacrifices he had made from the grueling workouts to the missed Holidays with his family – they were all worth it.

His second win was further sweetened by the vindication. Of having proven to the media and the pundits and every person that doubted his return from injury that they were wrong. Bringing the trophy home for the Avengers was his way of repaying the fans for their continued belief in what he still had to offer and the team for standing by him after the circus that his personal life had thrown them into. Above all, though, his second ring was another means for him to show Natasha how much he valued every risk she had taken for him – for them – and for this beautiful life that they now shared.

But this time… This time feels disparate. It’s no less sweet by any means. When there are footballers who could only dream of winning the Super Bowl once, much less three times, he knows what a privilege it is for him to be standing here, victorious, at this very moment. And it’s not as though this time is any less hard-fought or miraculous as the others. In more ways than one, getting here has been harder than it’s ever been. Even so, there’s something distinct about this particular win that he can’t quite put a finger on, so he tells Maria the one thing he does know for certain.

“I don’t think it’s really sunk in yet,” he says, earning a laugh from Maria and the crowd around them. “But what I do know is that I’m so proud of this team. Every single person played their hearts out tonight and gave their absolute everything. They deserve this.”

“As do you, their fearless leader.”

“They make my job easy, that’s for sure,” he says with a grin.

“To that we can agree,” Maria says. “Let’s talk about the fans then. Any message for them?”

“Oh, definitely-”

“Daddy!”

Even in the midst of the pandemonium surrounding him, the voice is one he could pick out anywhere. Years of media training had honed his ability to tune out the loudest of distractions especially when he’s right smack in the middle of a televised interview, but not this one. He could never ignore this one.

He turns towards the sound, and he feels his face threatening to split in half with how wide his smile grows when he sees Nadia making her way towards him, her pigtails swinging from side to side as she runs as fast as her little legs will take her. Bucky is a half a step ahead, his teammate clearing a path for his daughter in the melee. Natasha lingers a few paces behind them, carrying Brady as Pietro dutifully flanks her. His eyes meet Natasha’s for the briefest of moments, and they share a smile before he crouches down, opening his arms out wide.

“There’s my girl!” he says as he scoops Nadia into his arms and rises to his feet.

“You win, Daddy!” Nadia exclaims, beaming from ear to ear. “I so proud of you!”

There’s a chorus of aww around them, but he can’t focus on anything other than how his heart feels too big for his chest right now. “Thank you, sweetheart,” he says, making Nadia squeal when he nuzzles her cheek. And, as if sensing her presence, he shifts Nadia against one hip so he can use his other hand to pull Natasha into his side just as she comes to stand next to him. His smile widens as he looks down at her and their son, who’s still somehow sleeping soundly against her chest. “Hi there.”

“Hi,” Natasha greets before smiling. “Congratulations, Cap.”

“Thank you,” he says, leaning down for a kiss. There’s a smirk on her lips when they pull away. “You’re about to say something about how sweaty I am, aren’t you?”

“More like how you might be forgetting something,” she deadpans, nodding towards the cameras when his brow furrows in confusion.

His eyes widen. “Oh, right,” he says, earning a laugh from everyone as he turns back towards Maria. “The fans. I mean, what else is there to say but thank you? Thank you for the support and the belief you gave this team.” He shakes his head. “I’m sure I speak for the entire team when I say that your support has powered us through the most difficult of challenges this season and it’s the reason why we did whatever it takes to get to this final game. We hope you enjoy this one!”

Maria nods before a playfully sly grin makes its way to her face as she adds, “And maybe start preparing for the next?”

Despite the chuckle that falls from his lips, Maria’s question gives him pause. Regardless of the season’s results, his response to this very question has been the same for as long as he can remember – a resounding hell yes! and a call for their fans to lock in for what’s to come. This time, though, he finds himself only pulling Natasha closer just as Nadia rests her head against his shoulder.

“Let’s celebrate this one first,” he says finally, and from the corner of his eye, he catches the way Natasha’s head suddenly whips towards him.

“You heard the Captain’s orders,” Maria says into the mic before nodding at him. “Thanks, Steve. Enjoy the rest of the celebrations.”

“Thanks, Maria.”

With a final smile at Maria and her crew, he drapes an arm around Natasha, leading her in the direction of the sideline. It’s when they make it out of earshot of the reporters that Natasha places a hand on his elbow, stopping him in his tracks. He knows he’s good enough to convince Maria and the rest of the country that there’s nothing more to his response other than him wanting to live in the moment. But he can’t fool his wife. And as she looks up at him now, a million and one questions swirling in her eyes, he knows without a doubt that she understands the implication of his words. She sighs. “Steve-”

A soft whimper interrupts her, and they both look down to where Brady is situated against her chest to see their son stirring awake. Natasha smiles when his eyes flutter open. “Hey, you,” she coos, lifting Brady out of his carrier. “Look who finally decided to join the party.”

Brady blinks up at her before looking around, his eyes settling on him. “Dada win?”

“Hey, Bud,” he says, moving to take Brady from Natasha’s arms. “Yes, dada won.” Brady gives him a little clap, and with a chuckle, he dusts a kiss to the little boy’s temple before doing the same to Nadia, who’s still busy taking in the lively scenery around her. He pulls both kids closer to him, reveling in the joy of just having them in his arms before letting out a contented sigh. He’s held many titles in his life from Rookie of the Year to MVP. None of them could quite hold a candle to his favorite – Dad.

When he looks back at Natasha, he finds that her expression has softened to one of pure admiration for the scene before her. “Later, okay?” he says, because yes, while he had seemingly made his mind up in a single moment of clarity, this is a discussion they need to make as a family. And they would, just not right at this moment. “We’ll talk later.”

She holds his gaze for a second longer before nodding. “Okay.”

“Get in here,” he says, smiling when Natasha just shakes her head fondly before wrapping her arms tightly around them. “Oh, I love you guys so much.”

“We love you too, Daddy,” Nadia says. “But can we get Icees now?”

He and Natasha share an amused glance, and as he looks back at Nadia, he has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing when he sees his daughter staring patiently at him, waiting for a response. “Yes, baby girl,” he says with a chuckle. “We can get Icees now.”

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[ivquatro]

🔶🔸 Sabel clothes! Three more versions!🔸🔶

Palace

Bathrobe

Masquerade

I ended up noticing how Sabel and Lucio have similar facial expressions in the images, not least because I based Sabel on him, but as "Lucio, but if he were more controlled, manipulative, ambitious and less selfish".

Sabel at heart is a person of very gray morals, despite being spoiled and ambitious, she prefers to use manipulation rather than violence, which makes sense, since she's a saleswoman, and she thinks it's better to use her allies rather than make enemies.

🔸On Lucio and Nadia's Upright route, Sabel learns to be more prudent in her choices and forgets her ambition for power. She goes back to work to take over her father's Baron post and their winery, while traveling with Lucio, or working with Nadia, on each of their own routes. 🔸In Lucio's Reverse route, Sabel surrenders to her thirst for power, and in Nadia's, she succumbs to her vanity, to being pampered.

But overall, Sabel would go down Lucio's route, because she loves the chaos he brings to her quiet life, and she feels very intimidated by Nadia in general ( that "I don't know if I want to be her or be with her" vibe), whereas with Lucio, she feels she takes on an equal role.

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[synergysilhouette]

My MC for "The Arcana"

I swear, I made like 3 MCs during my Reddit days, but I don't feel like searching for them, so I decided to make a new one for a sadly underrated mobile app. Perhaps one day we'll get something on a major platform--if Dorian ever gets their act together.

Name: Iliad

(Haven't decided if he's Hispanic, Romani, or Southern European and I want his surname to reflect this)

Age: early 20s (let's imagine everyone else is in their 20s-30s in my post since the devs never confirmed ages anyway)

Hair color and style: Medium-length teal hair with gold highlights

Eye color: Violet eyes

Skin color: Tan (roughly around Nadia's skintone)

Build: Muscular (somewhere between Muriel and Lucio), 5"7, not to mention thicc af

Identity: Homosexual homoromantic cisgender male; uses he/him pronouns

Love interest(s): Lucio (his red confession suit is his normal one here, Muriel, Julian, and Asra--NOT all at once; personal headcanon is that Asra/Muriel is canon in Julian's route (and Iliad and Julian have crushes on Salim), Asra/Julian is canon in Lucio's route (as well as Lucio and Iliad collectively thirsting for Namar), and Julian/Nadia is canon in Asra's route.

Personality: Sweet and heartfelt as well as an intellectual. That said, he often puts other before himself (explaining his somewhat problematic relationship choices)

Background: Grew up in a noble family in Prakha with two older brothers

Fashion: Kaleidescope-inspired sleeveless shirt with plunging v-neck, silver armband, and pants that made him look poured into (he does wear conservative versions of this on certain occasions); masquerade look is peacock-inspired.

I may add more details later!

[theintrovertbean]

I've been thinking about both my MC's and my freinds MC'S lately and could I get HCS for an MC who is THORSTY for knowledge?

By that I mean like will randomly get a question about something and will have the intense need to look it up. Causing them to know a little about a whole bunch. They might not be able to tell Nadia everything about astrology but they know enough to keep a basic conversation where they can learn more. They might not know exactly how a clock works but they know enough to know just leaving it to dry it after it gets wet isn't enough because the metal will still rust and it needs to be properly fixed. They might not know the full anatomy of a human or the law but they know Valdamer shouldn't be trying to cut that drunk dude, put the scalpel down.

Ohh 👀 Now that smart MC sounds like someone very interesting to be around. I think Nadia would be such a simp for them and their intelligence.

Enjoy!

Nadia x MC with a thirst for knowledge

Nadia is quite surprised. Well, MC being intelligent doesn't surprise her because they are the whole package. It's more like she's surprised by how attractive she finds their intelligence and how refreshing it is.

The Countess is madly in love.

She loves to talk with them about everything and anything. Having a smart partner makes her feel incredibly proud, and it certainly does wonders for her mental health. Those intelligent talks that they have together make Nadia so happy.

She finds ways to show off MC's intelligence to people.

Is MC okay with Nadia joining them on their hunt for knowledge? Because she would love to. Maybe they could have a date in the palace library or go on a trip together in the forest and pick all kinds of plants for scientific purposes. Actually, how about an entire vacation together dedicated to not only romantic stuff but also learning?

With their combined intelligence, the two of them are such a power couple. Vesuvia is in the best hands.

If MC is interested, she will give them the resources to further increase their knowledge. Does MC want to become an expert in gardening, horses, worms, or perhaps psychology? Nadia is giving them the money for books, she's hiring tutors and experts, and she's paying for courses and trips they can take to know even more about the topics MC is interested in. Hell, she would send MC to university and pay their entire tuition if that's what they wanted.

If there's anything that Nadia can help MC with, they should never hesitate to ask. They can also ask her questions if they want to know something. She's very smart, so maybe she can help.

How about a little fun fact of the day? MC could tell Nadia something interesting they learned after she's finished with work. It would always give her something to look forward to.

Nadia has wedding bells in her head whenever MC starts talking about something new they learned.

She loves to just sit down and listen to them talk, and she looks at them with so much admiration the entire time.

MC's hand in marriage when?

[ilikedetectives]

Listening to Vows and Vengeance and I already love Drayden from the start (ep2) with their wits and humor (also explosives), but then in ep3 they're thirsting so hard for Darvin it's like a category 5 event for them lmaooo

Drayden: At least if you're going to cuff me, can you at least let the other one [Darvin] do it? Nadia: Drayden! Drayden: What? Did you not see his shoulders when he swung that sword? Nadia: Who are you right now?????????

[wlw-lovestruck-fiction]

Y’all the vampire imagery with nadia isn’t helping my thirst levels, ok? Please, if anyone’s willing to write this, I just want to see her biting and marking the reader’s inner thighs before giving her the strap

Written by: @thetinysquirrelspell

Nadia is waiting when you arrive. You don’t even get to knock before the door opens. Ruby eyes gleam and she flashes both a smile and her fangs.

“Come in.”

The whole way over you’ve braced yourself. Nadia’s moods can vary widely and her mask of confidence is unwavering. Anyone looking at her face would find her unreadable.

But you’ve seen every part of her. As a professional liar her tells are small, nigh on unnoticeable. You couldn’t even name them if you tried, but you can detect them.

Usually when you’re called over on short notice it’s for one of two things: fucking or feeding. Or both.

As soon as the door closes you’re pushed up against it. Nadia grabs and pins your wrists kissing and gently biting at your neck. The bites don’t draw blood, they’re meant to mark her territory. Something she’s been doing religiously since a new influx of vampires came into the city.

As well as marking your skin it goes straight to your center. You squirm and bite your lip desperately trying not to whimper. Nadia loves when you try to keep quiet, and when she makes it so you’re loud. 

Nadia drives her leg between yours and almost instantly your knees buckle. She pins you with her body, forcing you against the door as one hand moves down from your wrist to squeeze your chest.

“Mmm,” Nadia groans, “Go get undressed, I don’t want to ruin another shirt.”

The bedroom is entirely dark, lit only by candles all around the room casting the dark greys in a red light. A throne across from the floor length window dominates the room along with other old, regal decorations. Crests and weapons line the walls broken only by a portrait of Nadia herself.

Without warning you’re flung on the bed. Nadia stalks after you, her skilled fingers making short work of your hoodie and shirt before unzipping your pants.

“Are you trying to test my patience or do I not have your attention?”

“I was staring at you,” You nod at the portrait, “You have my full attention.”

“Good.”

Nadia is dressed in a dark silk robe. The firelight dances across her curves and bends in the darkness. Of course the front of it is open to her hips, giving you the usual lovely view and then some.

One hand pressing into the middle of your chest quickly pins you to the bed, completely bare and vulnerable. 

You bite your lip and prop yourself up on your elbows just enough to watch as her lips make their way down your body starting in the middle of your stomach. She nips your hip and you gasp. The last you see is that familiar tantalizing smirk before she dips between your thighs.

While biting the neck is the most common and romanticized of all vampire bites, there are other arteries. Like the femoral artery running through the inner thighs. Given the choice between the two it’s rather obvious which is Nadia’s preference.

You’re still left wondering whether this is a night for sex or sucking. Each bite that doesn’t break the skin does still ache and will leave unmistakeable marks for a week. The way Nadia’s tongue plays across your skin is light and hungry and betrays how much she really cares. More than most people would think possible but not as much as you would like.

Nadia wraps her arms around your thighs and uses her undead strength to hold your hips to the bed. This is the usual warning for you to sit still. Neck bites can easily be covered up in the ER. It’s much harder to claim you had a kitchen accident and stabbed yourself in the inner thigh.

No amount of self control is enough. As soon as Nadia’s fangs break the tender skin of your inner thigh you moan and your hips buck. With her holding you you barely move at all but without it you’d cause significant damage to yourself.

Pleasure and pain blend inseparably as her fangs remain sunk into soft flesh and she uses her tongue to coax blood from the wound. A slow process and one that makes your clit throb. Slowly she applies more and more of her tongue until the bleeding stops.

Your breath hitches as she places a featherlight kiss to your wet center. Then you groan adubily so she’s surely aware of your disapproval as she descends on your other thigh.

“Impatient?”

“You’re one to speak,” You mutter.

This earns a sharp, fast bite that nearly has you jumping off the bed. But any pain quickly melts into a warmth spreading through you again. This time Nadia nurses gently, lapping at you unceremoniously. Every once in a while she glances up to look into your eyes. Both to tease you and make sure you haven’t fainted. She makes no effort to hide her softs moans, she is shameless in everything she does and this is no different.

“Mmm. You’ve been eating the gifts I sent you.”

“Yes.”

Different foods can have an effect on an individual’s blood. Nadia prefers it slightly bitter and rich. To make sure you’re not responsible for it financially, since most of the things are expensive, she’s been sending you little care packages.

“Good girl.”

While you recover from the headrush that accompanies Nadia’s feeding she leaves.

You close your legs and rub your head. Pleasure is still ringing through your body like instrument strings left warm after being played.

Nadia’s hands wrap around your knees and spread them. Your whole face blushes as she rubs the head of her strap around your entrance.

There is nothing but sheer bliss as Nadia eases into you for the first time, pushing as deep as she can go and grinding her hips there. You shiver and groan, eager to see where she’ll take this. It could easily be a night where you’ll be edged until you pass out or taken until you can’t walk the next day. Either way you’ll probably lose your voice.

To your utter disappointment Nadia pulls out entirely. As soon as you voice your frustration she slams into you, causing your back to arch with your head thrown back.

Nadia wraps her fangs around your exposed throat and purrs.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me?”

“Yes. Yes, always.”

She starts out gentler to make sure she doesn’t hurt you. But quickly she picks up pace, thrusting hard and fast. Every thrust is blinding. Her hands on your hips is all that keeps you from being pushed across the bed. 

Reaching behind you grab the headboard for some kind of anchor as you start to peak, only to have Nadia thrust deep into you and stop.

“Nadia,” You whimper, gasping for breath and shaking. Your hips are a mosaic of bruises from her hands and she dips down to kiss your neck. You’re throbbing and desperate.

Nadia grins, ghosting your lips with hers.

“Nadia please,” You breathe your plea so close you know she can feel it on her lips.

The sheer amount of joy in her expression is purely sadistic. She loves seeing your suffering through blissful torment. A consummate master of mixing pain and pleasure she can only really be satisfied if she knows you’ve experienced both.

“Yesyesyesyesyes-”

Starting out gently again forces you to begin building up again.

Slowly Nadia rests a hand on either side of you, forcing you to meet her eyes. That is, until you start to cry out with every thrust. Overwhelmed tears spill out the sides of your eyes.

There is no thought in your mind, this bliss is static. You’re suspended there as long as Nadia wants and she likes to keep you prisoner.

Soft lips brush your ear, “Say my name.”

You do better than that, you scream it. You scream it again and again until you’re silent and your lips are still crying out for her from muscle memory.

The next thing you remember are lips kissing the center of your chest, soft pumps of her hips causing your whole body to shake in the sensitive afterglow.

“Mm,” Nadia purrs, “My good girl.”

[destinyc1020]

Hol up so when Tom’s circle likes z pics or repost z it’s their family. But when Clark, tom brother gf like timothee pic it’s I don’t know how that’s related to Tom. I’m crying. Also me stating this wasn’t for you Ik you know they are friends but people who follow your blog and in the fandom in general don’t

Yea, that's very different Anon, cuz those in Tom's circle actually KNOW Zendaya personally. So them liking a pic IS like family. Clark doesn't know Timmy like that, so her liking one of his pics could just be her liking his pics just cuz he's just an actor that she likes. 🤷🏾‍♀️ It's the same way Nadia used to like thirst trap pics of JE rotfl. She could have just liked him as an actor. 🤷🏾‍♀️ It didn't mean that Tom and JE were close buddies lol.

I guess I just didn't read into the Clark like that deeply. I guess I don't really think it proves anything other than Tom doesn't HATE Timmy lol. It doesn't prove that they're super close just cuz Sam's gf liked Timmy's pic.

That's basically what I meant by I don't see how it relates to Tom really...

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

do what you want with this but, if you haven’t already written something similar, m6 with an mc who struggles with taking care of themselves (not because low self esteem or bad mental health, just general forgetfulness/not recognizing certain bodily cues (thirst, hunger, tiredness)) but would drop everything they’re doing to take care of the other?

The Arcana Mini-HCs: M6 when MC forgets to take care of themself

Julian: what, you think he isn't exactly the same? you two reach new levels of "properly cared for" around each other, which is a relief to everyone who knows you, as long as you don't go too long without seeing each other

Asra: they are all about giving people space to make their own decisions. he also wants you to eat properly. their general approach is to make self care so appealing that you do it anyways. (he made soup, MC, try some!)

Nadia: finds it endearing but also slightly concerning. gives you several reminders a day to eat and drink and won't sleep until you're tucked in next to her. instructs palace staff to care for you for her when she's on trips

Muriel: it makes him anxious. seriously, MC, why are you living like there's nothing to eat when you've taught him that good food exists? like it's not safe to sleep when he's happy to keep you safe?? please eat and sleep???

Portia: you're little too much like her brother in this regard and she has to learn a response that doesn't involved punching. she usually ends up leaving out food where it's easily seen and bodily dragging you to bed to sleep

Lucio: he's not the best at keeping track of your habits, but he is good at being able to tell when someone is combat ready and when they aren't. you definitely aren't. please eat and sleep before you get hurt, he's worried