#sexy irish man

[daddies-i-love]

Seán Ó Fearghaíl

[mrs-bond]

[thekingofspin]

here's my unbiased descriptions of the 3 biggest hozier albums:

Hozier: Happy, love and respect

unreal unearth: dramatic, sad

wasteland baby: HOT AS FUCK.

[thecrystalalice]

There's no Alice...

Only VENOM!

[xxxobadb1tches]

i’m so mad!! i’m ovulating so hard rn and sure i could go literally slut out but no one in this world is packie fucking mcreary

[isisnicole]

Laurence O'Fuarain is currently starring in the Netflix series The Witcher Blood Origin. This man is fine with or without his beard. Im looking forward to seeing him in more upcoming projects.

[charliekellysbitch]

i want him to crush me with his arm

[kairiscorner]

Kairi, I have been curious and confused for a while.

I seen/skimmed through some fics with Miguel O’Hara’s family being involved and I know his brother, Gabriel seems to be a literal sunshine with some issues. His parents on the other hand, I read somewhere they aren’t the best role models.

I could be wrong about everything, but I want to learn about his family history since maybe in the future I would also write them in my work for plot reasons.

- ☃️ Anon

hello ☃️ anon :DD okay, so it was explained in the younger miguel o'hara parts of the comics that he and gabriel didn't have the best family life. their parents were, yes, not the best role models–when they fought, miguel would always protect gabriel. his parents weren't the best, and oh, spoiler !!

miguel's father isn't even george o'hara (gabri's dad) it's his boss (tyler stone) who he FUCKING HATES. he met him face to face back then and happened upon him a lot when he was testifying against tyler's son, kron (who's his half brother), for his bullying towards miguel and attempted murder in the locker rooms

miguel only finds this out when he spies on his mom and tyler stone talking, and then his whole world crumbles when he discovers tyler's his dad

:)

bonus: it was also stated in the comic that bc kron hates miguel's guts and gabri hates spider man (bc kasey, his gf then, was only with gabri bc she thought he was spider man and kept telling her that wasn't the case-y even though it FUCKING WAS) when you put the two two of them together, it's like miguel has a whole brother who hates every bit of him

hope this helps !!

[spacefan]

anyone else really insecure about their voice . wish i could open my mouth and the sounds of a beautiful shy cooing dove would flow forth but alas. death by goofy voice beam

[mrs-bond]

[whyaminamedafterapresident]

fucking wheeling around with my broken knees

[divortion]

Sorry to be a fucking fan girl but does everyone understand that I met Sam Lestat Reid last night… very important moment for me. And it was at the premiere of The Newsreader S2 which was good! Based on the one episode I saw I think lots of bisexual fun times and feelings are ahead. Peace and love on planet earth 👍

[bunnys-kisses]

Hi hello good day! May I order an extra spicy mille-feuille with a side of mocha coffee for John Price please?

bakery menu

want to order your own dessert? the bakery is still open! always accepting prompts especially from call of duty and formula one! get kinky! get sexy! order up!

mille-feuille (“that’s it, fuck, that’s a good girl.”) + mocha coffee (breeding kink) served by capt. john price!

cw: smut/pwp, breeding kink, rough sex, wife!reader, husband!price, age gap (20s/40s), doggy style

price had a pretty wife! price had a pretty wife! johnny said in a sing-song voice when price returned to base after a "sabbatical", the other men knew what was up the moment he took off his gloves and there was a shiny gold band on his left ring finger.

captain jonathan price of task force 141 had bagged himself a missus!

while johnny's comments were juvinile, it was all in good fun. price never talked about you a lot on base. off base, the boys of 141 had met you and eaten your cooking. but, price kept you close to his chest.

he didn't want anything to happen to you.

when johnny gave him a shove of congratulations, price narrowed his eyes at the younger man, "i am still your captain. don't forget that mactavish."

"of course sir!" johnny laughed as he scratched his jaw, "just 'appy for ya!"

"so what's the plan now?" kyle asked as he gave his captain a firm handshake. in all fairness all three men were curious. you had the house, the ring, what was next for the price's?

price leaned back a little in his chair and shrugged, "well, we're tryin' for a kid when i get back. she's worried by the time i finally retire all her eggs will have dried up!" then gave a hearty laugh, "feels good bein' married to my wife. she a good woman!"

-

price was anxious to go home the second he left home for the next mission for the task force. so the day he got to return to his wife, he was all smiles as he took his belongings back home.

his cock was also painfully hard. he hadn't had the chance to relieve himself in a few days, so his cock was aching for a release. and no better place to put it than in his pretty wife.

he pulled up to the house that you two had been living in before you got married. he got his belongings and headed to the front door. when he knocked on the door, he heard the yapping of your dog.

"pumpkin! stop! down!" he heard your voice and smiled. when the door finally opened, he was instantly met with your arms around him. he held you as best as he could.

"hello, love." he smiled.

you kissed him off the lips and took his boonie hat off. you put it on your head before you giggled and took his hand. you brought him inside and price got a full view of what you were wearing.

the tank top was too tight and the sleeping shorts were too short. he made a face and said, "you've been wearin' that while i'm gone?"

you looked at him and said, "yeah? and the ring too!" then burst into laughter, "i'm joking, honey. i put this on for you. i was excited to see my husband."

price knew from the moment he met you, that he could never say no to you. he just loved you so much, it was almost an ache when he was apart from you.

he knew very well that you were leading him upstairs to the bedroom. he gave pumpkin, your german shepherd a pet and a promise they'll watch coronation street when he was done with her "mama."

price waved to the dog who was sitting there confused what her mama and papa were doing. he closed the door and you were on the bed, the tank top and shorts were off. leaving you in a cute mismatched pair of bra and panties.

you looked so adorable. it made price's cock twitch in his pants. such a pretty little wife. a wife he wanted to dick down and breed until you were nice and round with his children.

oh, he hoped you weren't stopping at one price baby. he was thinking at least three, maybe five if he can stick a pair of twins into you. (irish twins would just have to do if that didn't work! price was a man of many plans!)

he got out of his clothes, his hairy body made you drool. along with the strength in his muscles. you swallowed when he invaded your space and took off your under garments. it was like opening a present.

"my beautiful wife." he said. he took you and got you on your elbows and knees, even getting your pillow to put under your head. he took in the sight of you, back arched for him. ready to accept all he'll give you. he rubbed your ass “that’s it, fuck, that’s a good girl.”

you whimpered against the pillow and felt your husband behind you. you held onto the covers under your head and sighed contently. your pussy was wet, he could clearly see that.

usually he had a cup of tea when he got home, but this was just as good. if not better. he knelt behind you and stroked his cock a few times at the sight of you.

his tip was leaky and his balls felt heavy. such a pretty sight, a submissive little wife (it was the only time you were actually submissive. price knew he married a firecracker!). he rubbed the slick tip up against your slit.

"pretty girl." he purred, then slowly sank into your sweet pussy. his hands on your hips as he pushed in. he heard a sweet moan and watched your back arch more.

"john. please." you panted as you held onto the covers.

"i got ya, love. always got ya." he started his pace, his thrusts were hard but steady. sex was rough, but it made it all feel so good in your bones. it felt like two parts of the same whole.

you were perfect for one another, even when he was breeding your sweet little pussy. he thrust against you, watching your ass jiggle at the force of his movements.

he felt the sweat dip down his back as he moved against you, his heart raced as he felt snug in his wife's pussy. you were just perfect, the most amazing little thing he had ever laid his eyes on. a gift from the heavens for him.

his sweet woman.

"john. please, i love you so much. i can't wait to start a family with you. you're perfect, i love you. you've made me the happiest i could be!" you whined into the pillow. you held onto it under your head.

"i love when you say my name, love. sounds so right on your tongue." he laughed as if he didn't have the most common name in the world. but the way it rolled off your tongue while he was balls deep inside of you made him feel good.

you whined in between your giggle as his soft words. even if his thrusts were hard. he melted you to your core and made you hot all over. it was erotic and it made you sweat.

the two of you continued to move together, his calloused fingers dug into the meat of your hips, enough to leave bruises.

"such a pretty girl."

the sex became harder, like a carnal need for the two of you to reach climax. for him to breed you, he pressed his chest against your back and wrapped both of those strong arms around your middle.

you whined and he panted heavily in your ear. he ached all over for you. his cock bullied into you and his breath was ragged.

"john."

"my girl. my wife." he purred and it sent you over the edge. like fire in your veins.

you clutched onto the bed under you, your back arched and you climaxed. you felt it take the air out of your lungs as he continued to batter your pussy. all in the name of growing your family.

your core throb as his continued movements. you panted heavily and let him get close to his own orgasm. his forearms clenched around you as he

he finished inside of you, and dropped his arms from around you waist. he slowed down and then pulled out. he took you into his arms and kissed at your sweaty neck.

"mmm, my good wife." he said with love in his voice. his cock was still painfully hard. one round wasn't going to make sure his little missus got knocked up! he rubbed his slick cock against your back and said, "perfect for me. we're gonna make a big family, love."

you smiled while still panting and held onto him tightly. you could feel your husband's love as he spooned you. he kissed your neck tenderly and you said, "get me some water and we can go again."

-

you rubbed your achy middle when you felt your son shift against your kidneys. you then poked your belly, "you calm down there." currently he was known as john jr. but you were convincing your amazing, lovely, handsome husband that there were more names than just john.

for now, he was known as peanut. you checked the noodles for the pasta dinner while price was chopping up the mushrooms for the sauce. his sleeves were rolled and those strong arms were on display.

you made a face,

you looked at pumpkin who was seated by your feet, waiting for her chance to have just one noodle. you chuckled and looked at price while you bent down a little to feed the german shepherd one of the penne noodles before you went back to the noodles

"i saw that." price said with a chuckle even if he back was turned to you. he was smiling however. he wouldn't expect anything different from you. when he finished with the mushrooms, he slung a bulky arm around your middle and kissed your cheek.

you turned your head to look at him and giggled, "i love you."

he kissed you on the lips then said, "i love you more. now and forever."

[peppermintquartz]

Tommy turns the TV on and flips to the rugby game about to play on ESPN, something he's looked forward to all week, intending to unwind from a dull 48 that had a few too many inspections and not enough flying. He groans in frustration when he realizes his beer is still on the kitchen countertop.

As Evan plops himself into his side of the couch, damp from his shower, Tommy goes round to get his beverage.

"What are we watching?" Evan asks, his curls fluffy and ridiculous on his head.

"Rugby. Ireland versus New Zealand. Big strong men getting all physical, you'll love it." Tommy presses a kiss to the top of Evan's head, loving how his boyfriend smells of his shampoo.

Evan beams up at him and settles in, tucking Tommy's cozy green throw around himself. He looks adorable. Tommy wants to frame this as a picture, but walks into his kitchen instead. His beer is sweating on the Formica.

"You need anything, darling?" Tommy calls out, debating if he wants some popcorn.

"Do you still have those veggie chips?"

"Alright, I'll bring them." He can hear an excited murmur from the living room through the open door of the kitchen while he rummages through the snack cabinet for the chips. The sound of the TV changes - commercials, most likely - as he pours the chips into a large bowl.

When he returns, however, it's not a rugby field on screen. Instead it's a pristine beach with baby turtles emerging from their shells.

"They're so cute!" Evan gushes.

"Evan." Tommy puts down the drink and the chips. "We're watching rugby."

"Relax, they're on commercial right now."

As if on cue, the documentary cuts to commercial. Tommy looks around the couch for the remote, only to discover that Evan has it and he is channel surfing, a tiny frown between his eyebrows.

Tommy lunges for the remote and snatches it out of Evan's hand.

"Hey!" Evan says. "I was just scrolling!"

"Evan, darling, I'm just gonna say this once: do not interrupt my time with my rugby players." Tommy switches back to ESPN. Thankfully, he hasn't missed the haka.

To his left, Evan sighs and tucks his feet up on the couch in the throw. Tommy takes Evan's hand and kisses the knuckles, though he doesn't turn to look at his boyfriend. His attention is fully on the game, watching as a player tries to slot a kick through but it's blocked, and the Irish team is forced back.

Evan stays quiet as the game goes on, but it's evident he doesn't find it quite as riveting as Tommy. After a while, he becomes restless. When ads come up again, Evan grabs the remote and starts flipping channels.

"Evan," Tommy says, trying to take the remote from the younger man, "gimme that."

"I just wanna see what else is on," Evan says, squirming to stick his arm out away from Tommy, surfing the channels at an eye-watering flicker.

Tommy scrambles over Evan, who ducks out of his grasp.

"Evan, not kidding, give me the damn remote, I am not missing a second of that game."

"It's on commercials."

"Yes, and the commercials will - be - over - soon-" Tommy can't believe how evasive Evan can be, and on any other day it will be very cute and he can totally see it devolving into sexy times, but right now it's aggravating as hell.

He yanks Evan back by his leg and then his elbow, takes the remote from his left hand and stuffs it between the cushions.

"Tommy, leggo!" Evan laughs.

Narrowing his eyes, Tommy presses a kiss to Evan's mouth. "When I wanna watch a game, I keep it on the channel. Even during the commercials."

"Fine," Eva fake-grouses with a roll of his eyes. He even sticks a tongue out.

Tommy raises an eyebrow. "Giving me attitude now, Buckley?"

"Sir, no sir," Evan drawls.

He is totally giving Tommy attitude.

With a snort, Tommy pulls the throw over and around Evan, quickly wrapping him up into a burrito with only his head exposed. Evan doesn't register what's happened until he is unable to move, and then he yelps as he struggles.

Ignoring his boyfriend's complaints, Tommy keeps him captive between his legs and arms, like a massive body pillow, and fishes out the remote. He's missed about five minutes of the game, damn it.

"Tommy, this isn't funny. Lemme out of this," Evan whines.

"Say please."

"Please."

"Mmm. Lemme think..." Tommy pretends to ponder. "Nope."

"I said please!"

"I didn't say that I'd let you out when you do," Tommy replies. He takes pity on Evan and feeds him a veggie chip.

Evan eats it, and then grumbles, "You're the worst. I hate you."

"Aww. That was hurtful. And here I thought you loved me for my fun and bubbly personality," Tommy replies at his most deadpan. "Or were you just after my incredible jawline and real estate?"

"You really wanna know?" Evan wiggles until he's snuggled right under Tommy's chin. "Tits and ass, babe. It was all about those tits and that ass."

"That would hurt if I didn't know I have a gorgeous set of knockers and an ass that won't quit," Tommy says, watching the All Blacks center give away a penalty from a mistimed challenge. He squeezes Evan who utters an "oomph" in response. "Now be a good Buckrito. I'll let you play with the goods afterwards."

[mrs-bond]

Oh baby you're so fine.

[anotherfcknschlattsimp]

SCHLATT WITH A GODDESS STUNNING BEAUTIFUL GORGEOUS PRETTY GF ^_^

AAAAAA I HAVE NO EXPERIENCE WITH THIS AS AN UGLY GAY MAN BUT ILL DO MY BEST

will NOT shut up about how gorgeous you are

walks with your hand in his and stares down anyone who looks at you too long for his liking

bragger, absolutely gets piss drunk at a creator party and starts showing and telling everyone how impossibly perfect you are

gets so jealous and insecure when guys come up to you and brush him off as just your friend

then you kiss his fuming face before he has a chance to knock the guy out

if one of your more conventionally attractive friends, or a pretty streamer starts talking to you, he backs down like a wounded puppy

like 2 minutes into the convo you go to look at him to see if he's okay and you just go :0 cause where the FUCK is he and HOW did you lose him

you excuse yourself to go find your self pitying boyfriend

he's pouting, drunk, cheek to the table in front of him

sees you and he perks up

doesnt even think about letting you know he's sad

he has to be a big burly man man for his perfect god/ess

put you see his puffy eyes and sniffles

"hey big guy, what's wrong? social battery that dead?" you say as you move the two of you to the door, ready to Irish goodbye it outta there

you can see him brace himself, "nuthin's wrong toots, you should get back to ya conversation" he leans to press a kiss to your forehead

"im not going anywhere without you bub" you gently pull his collar to make him lean down before covering his face in kisses

you can hear multiple shouts of course words from anyone that thought they had a chance with you realizing you really ARE taken by schlatt

you both decide to call it a night after schlatt popped a "problem" in his trousers

you notice he's grumpy about 5 minutes into the drive

"what's wrong baby :(" you pry, sad that the love of your life is sad

"nuthin' toots..." he mutters quietly

"don't sound like nuthin'"

"you're just too good for me 's all" he finally snaps, tears running down his face

youre finally home though

he gets out to walk to your side and open the door (always a gentleman)

you rush to hug him, tell him all the reasons you love him, and only him-

but the bitch ran inside already

you feel like a heeled usaine bolt as you patter and clack after the man as soon as you notice

TIMESKIP

you have schlatt pinned to the ground, his leg between yours and yours between his

he's stopped crying, eyes puffy and red, lips bitten and swollen (so very kissable), overall way too cute to think he wasn't enough for you

you both pant, trying to catch your breaths before talking things out

"I,,, love.,,,,,,,, YOU,,,, dumbass,,," you sound like you ran a marathon cause you basically did to find him in the absurdly big house

"why-" he starts before you capture his lips in a very passionate and hurried kiss, a ploy to stall so you can get your thoughts together

you break away "your smile" you kiss his forehead

"your laugh" you kiss his left cheek

"your mind" you kiss his right cheek

"your kindness with me" you kiss his nose

"and finally, your sexy body" you kiss him deeply again

he hasn't even caught his breath yet, calm down

NSFW

you feel something hard and hot pressing against your leg as you tangle your fingers in his hair

you move one hand down to lightly stroke him over his pants and boxers, eliciting a deep moan from the man under you

he takes an opening, that wasn't really there, to flip the two of you over "fuck,,, wanna take this to the bedroom, doll" he pants

you nod hard enough to send your hair everywhere like whips

he helps you stand before taking your hand and leading you to the bedroom, sitting you down on the bed and pushing you to lay down

he plants hot wet kisses down your form between declarations of love and reminders of your beauty as slightly tipsy and very eager fingers work to take off your shorts and underwear before lifting your legs to rest on his shoulders

he is DIVING in, the man is pussy STARVED and READY to EAT

might continue this later/another day

sorry if this isn't what you wanted, my fingers took me on a journey nobody was prepared for