#pina talks

[pr0serpinas]

tag nine people you want to get to know better!

Thank you lovely @holdmymallowsweet for the tag!

LAST SONG? It Will Come Back by Hozier

FAVORITE COLOR? I like pastel pink, but I also love jewel tones.

CURRENTLY WATCHING? For the last month it’s been all Olympics. But when I walk on the treadmill I’ve been rewatching Avatar: The Last Airbender.

LAST MOVIE? A Single Man

SWEET/SPICY/SAVORY? I do love savory. But I have a huge sweet tooth as well and need to have a little something sweet every day, even if it’s a single square of chocolate.

RELATIONSHIP STATUS? partnered up

CURRENT OBSESSIONS? hogleg, obviously. I’m also still thinking a lot about a book I finished like a month ago because the sequel comes out in November and I’m already ready for it! And the new season of The Rings of Power comes out next week.

LAST THING YOU GOOGLED? An “I Am Not Throwing Away My Shot” (from Hamilton) shirt because I am kind of already planning my Election Day outfit, haha.

tagging @silasbug @mirdeli @sunsetplums @undergaunts @gaunts-angel and any other people who want to do it, no pressure though ♥️

[binghe-malewife-goals]

I know a lot of people in the frankenstein fandom like to view Victor as the Creature's father but I just physically cannot imagine Victor being a parental figure to anything at all.

Victor is the Creature's father in the way a college student is to the moldy cup in their room.

[solbaby7]

Hi! Could I have a piña colada with a salt rim? And make it neat please 🫶

[“are you crazy we’re in public” “then you’d best be quiet” + smut + azriel ]

Shame on you for being foolish enough to feed a starving animal.

For looking past his threatening exterior, greeting him with kindness and coaxing him closer instead of shooing him away like you were supposed to do with rabid animals. Not offering him the warmth of a home and a bleeding heart with endless love to give. How ignorant of you to assume that offering up warm meals or sweet desserts and soft sheets with fluffy would ever be enough.

Not when the only prize to Azriel—was you.

That greed shows when you’re led along the sidewalk, nudged down an alleyway and pressed up against a brick wall swathed in inky shadows. “Az,” You address him breathlessly, heart instinctively hammering just a little harder in your chest as you register the intimidating loom of his stature. “Baby, what are you doing?”

He nearly laughs, letting free a low rumble of a chuckle that has his wings rustling gently at your sides. “What’s it feel like I’m doing?”

You feel as if you’re melting like ice on a sweltering summer day under his borderline obsessive attention. His touch is possessive against your jaw, tilting your neck to make more room for the claiming kisses that trail down, down, down. It’s impossible not to give into it—to lean into the pressure of his mouth on your skin, his teeth nipping at sensitive flesh and his hands.

Gods, his hands.

All searching and filled with a ravenous need as they graze over the thin fabrics of your dress, tracing over familiar curves until desire overrides rational thought and that soft material is all but disintegrated in his grasp. It takes a second too long to notice that the cool breeze is cutting against bare breasts and by time you do realize, Azriel’s already pinching at perky nipples, sucking marks into supple fat and robbing you of a clear conscious as pleasure zaps up your spine. “Are you crazy?” You weakly scold, arching into his touch when wandering fingers graze scandalously lower. Low enough to slip past the protective barrier of flimsy undergarments. “We are in public—someone could see.”

The very mention of it makes his mouth curl into a wolffish grin; makes him cruel as he runs a thumb through your slit, collecting slick and spreading you open with two deft fingers. “Then you’d best be quiet then, hm?”

“A-Azriel.” You attempt to close your legs but obedient shadows keep you how he wants you; all presenting and pliant before him. “Wait—fuck!” The helpless yelp is silenced by the pressure of his thumb on your clit, rubbing devastating circles that leave your thighs shaking and stomach contracting as you clench around nothing. Rough brick digs into soft skin, catching on silky hair when he’s forced to lean forward to plant a kiss that dampens your desperate whines down to breathy whimpers.

It’s a little messy, teetering the edge of frantic with his teeth nipping at your lips. Tongue tracing over the roof of your mouth while skilled hands fall in sync with the desperate roll of your hips as you chase your high. His cock throbs at the trust you put in him—completely exposed and yet you don’t even acknowledge it when chatting ladies and tipsy gentlemen stumble just a little too close by. If anything, he swears it makes you grind down just a bit harder. Manicured nails rake over the broad line of his shoulders, one leg hooking over his waist for better stability. “More,” You keen, cheeks burning with a blush at the lust in your syllables—the downright indecent sound of your arousal fucking singing against his fingers.

It’s wrong. Improper. Unladylike. Undoubtedly more than a little grimy and yet you’ve never been more turned on. It practically leeks out of you, dripping down the same scarred fingers that keep switching between rubbing and teasingly tapping at the sensitive bundle of nerves between supple thighs. “How quickly your tune changes when I’m touching your pussy,” Azriel muses, tone going dark and misty while his ego inflates fifty times too large from the way he leaves your chest heaving and eyes rolling in the back of your head without even need to pull his cock free from his breeches. “Thought you were worried about someone hearing?”

“I was—I am!” You really really try to hold out, to listen to the very reasonable fears you’d had about being caught but when he makes you feel so good it’s difficult to find the room to give a fuck if some random stranger saw the High Lords shadowsinger guiding you to your orgasm. “Fuck! ‘m gonna—mmph.” A hand smacks over your mouth, teeth biting into the flesh of your palm.

“There you go, sweet thing.” Pleasure simmers on a pot in your gut, its contents boiling and bubbling; fighting the constraints of its confinements until everything spills over. “Feels much better when you just let go, doesn’t it?”

Shame on you for being foolish enough to feed a starving animal—now all it knows how to do is take.

“Don’t fuss,” Azriel commands, the hard length of him finally freed from its confines and throbbing with the desire to carve a space inside you, branding your walls with his name. “Just want one more.”

[pinacoladamatata]

as they say in the sims... woo hoo! local vampire spawn seduces younger sister of Minthara. more at 11....

[wosoluver]

Current WIPs:

*working to get at least two of these posted tomorrow

-> I think you're beautiful too. Obi x reader

-> Let's get you home. Laura Freigang x reader

-> On my knees for you. SMUT +18 Laura Freigang x reader

-> You belong with me. Obi x reader

-> Let me take care of you. multi part fic, a sequel of 'don't get sad get even' Claudia Pina x reader

-> Crush. Obi x Bayern!reader

-> Hopefully a Andrea Medina fic?!

as you guys can see a lot of Obi requests. Laura's is purely requested by myself. The Pina one is an idea I had a little while ago.

Again requests open, I'd appreciate some detailed requests rn, maybe it can help this sort of block I'm in.

Thank you for your patience with me 🙏🩷

[pinkyqil]

claudia got braids 😭😭

I just saw 😂 even though it lowkey irritating I need to know where she got them done cause she lowkey looks good with the cornrows but that doesn't mean it okay

Another white boy Carl I lowkey can't give a care in the world she's one of my faves but aye

[trippin-chippin]

🎶“IF YOU LIKE PINA COLADAS”🎶

[dark-elf-writes]

I’m not gunna lie, Jareth just being his normal self is sooooo Percy Jackson book coded. Like his vibes are easily contained within the books range

He is just the right flavor of ridiculous to fit in as a Percy Jackson Immortal and I will die on this hill.

[faeriegirl]

‘’It’s nice, right?”

“Um…sure…”

[pinacolada-posts]

Woe, Smokey and Prowl be upon Ye

Some really self indulgent Smokescreen and Prowl.

(( Originally set in a heavily headcanoned aligned/tfp universe, but now that i think about it, does this count as a " fanon " continuity? Probably, but I don't really mind either way <3))

((Original image is from Lady Bird (2017) ))

[cryptid-gore]

the sillay

[pr0serpinas]

I’m mentally having an extremely rough time. And I know that there’s, like, never a good time for that kind of thing. But I genuinely, actually do not have the time to be anything less than perfectly neutral—better yet if I can be, or give the apparence of, happiness and fulfillment. And knowing that I really don’t have the time or space to have the feelings I’m having is uh…stressful.

There is no point to this. There’s certainly no recourse, and I generally hate complaining about things that have no recourse. But if I can’t shout purposelessly into the ether, where can I?

[binghe-malewife-goals]

[watched a video essay about religious interpretation and philosophy for three straight hours until 2 am in the morning, depleting lucidity] bingqiu,, bible au,,,

[arataka-reigen]

You know the pina colada song? Isnt it so poetic how cheating on each other was the most romantic thing they could have possibly done to bring love back to their relationship

[pinacoladamatata]

you are SO SLOWLY selling me on gale/minthara the duality is just. *chef kiss*

is this anything?

[wosoluver]

WIPs

• Final part for Don't get sad, get even.

• Healers got to date protectors - preferences.

• Couple parts for To undo a mistake.

• The interview. Lena x reader

Requests

Have gotten some other requests for Piña and Obi.

Would love to get some requests for Andrea Medina.