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frogchiro · 1 year

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I just finished the world quest with Jeht and Azariq and please I'm in love with the Stone Enchanter model. I need him to pin me down and crush me istg

If this makes you uncomfortable feel free to ignore it, but I'm imagining MC being this sheltered Rainforest scholar hiring a group of Eremites to escort her on a mission, only for the weather to turn bad and oh we all have to hunker down for an extended period of time and she's worried that the Eremites will leave once the money runs out but they're just taking the opportunity to get close to their little lady.

Alternatively, doctor!MC who is the primary medic in the camp and she's always there to take care of everyone. What do you mean that Daythunder tripped face first into her tits on purpose? Can't you see that he's hurt??? Yes he needs to squeeze her hips, it's for balance! Honestly 🙄

Alternatively alternatively, barmaid!MC who serves a certain group of Eremites and she's theirs alone. No one else touches her except them, and they love playing with her regardless of who else is looking. Groping her tits when she bends down to pour drinks, grabbing her ass when she turns around, biting her nipple through the sheer fabric of her top if she doesn't escape fast enough etc. (I feel like you wrote this before? I think)

I really just let my hands run away from me adfhk I hope you're doing well! 🌺

darling, I am so incredibly normal about this you have no idea i'm currently biting at the bars of my enclosure

also this turned out way longer than I intended but the brainrot was real for this one ;; the barmaid!reader hc turned out to be the longest and the smuttiest of them all but in my defense it was my absolute favorite one to write and I'm seriously asking begging you guys to please indulge me and send me all your possible barmaid!reader thots (different men, eremites, aus', whatever comes to your mind ;;)

fem!reader, nsfw, reader is implied to be chubby/curvy, LOTS of perviness and big gross pervy men <3

Rainforest Scholar!Reader who hired a group of Eremites because of an important study needing to be conducted near the dangerous territory of the Apam Woods which is known to be inhabited by dangerous fungi and other possibly hostile creatures, not to mention the ever-changing weather environment. For someone who has little-to-no combat training it's basically a suicide mission so you did the next best thing and hired a group of Eremite mercenaries, four big and scary looking men with weapons seemingly bigger than you, wild grins full of sharp teeth and smug voices telling you "It's gonna be okay Little Lady, we've got this".

Well, turned out no one 'got this'. Dear Gods no one got this. The whole journey ended up in a near disaster with a sudden wild storm striking the woods in the middle of studying a group of fungi not only making them hostile and attacking you but also during your and the mercenaries' escape and frantic search for a reletively safe place to wait out the storm you managed to slip and fall straight into a large puddle of water effectively drenching you and ruining your travel clothes.

Although you truly noticed this major detail only after holing up in some beat up shack left to rot in the forest when the cold finally started to seep into your bones. One of the men, Daythunder you believe others called him, pointed out your violent shivering making all the men in the group turn towards you with slight concern on their masked faces.

And indeed you were shivering like a scared puppy, wet clothes clinging at your form, combined with the howling wind making it almost unbearable and the small fire they managed to start did little to keep you warm.

"You need to get outta these clothes Little Lady or you'll catch your death here", a slightly smaller man of the group gruffly said and vaguely motioned towards your figure. You flushed slightly and looked down bashfully, 'Little Lady' they called you, a nickname meant to tease you at first but over the long days of your journey turned into some sort of endearment from the men towards you.

Your thoughts of embarrassment were quickly thrown away by another wave of unpleasant shivers due to your drenched state. You were well aware that if you didn't do something soon, you'd catch pneumonia and only gods know how long you'll be stuck here in the middle of nowhere with a raging storm outside. The only logical thing to do was to strip, let your clothes dry and get warm by the fire but you were surrounded by all these big men and while you trusted them to not make any unwanted moves, it was still a mortifying thought to be almost naked in such a small space among them.

However, even these thought were dissipated quickly enough when Daythunder gently lifted your chin with his finger, making your heart flutter with warmth and look up at his handsome masked face and listen to him quietly murmur that they'll keep you warm and make sure no danger will come for you, please Little Lady.

And so before long you were stripped down to your underwear, sitting in the warm lap of the large blond man, his beautiful tanned skin hot under your slowly warming body as his sturdy arms wrapped around you. Actually, the men surrounded you with their big bodies in a sort of cuddle pile, warming up not only your body but also your heart and lower belly, the tingling sensation only amplifying when you felt the sudden touch of warm, calloused fingers of Daythunder on your knees, slowly traveling up your thighs and massaging along the tired muscles making you let out an embarrassingly pleasured moan that caught the attention of all the other men, making them grin wildly again.

"Maybe being stuck here for a little longer won't hurt-" you thought to yourself before getting interrupted by ravenous hot lips of one of the men and letting out another pleased hum as you felt other big calloused hands join the others on your soft body.

Medic!Reader who is the resident healer of the tribe, and while it might be considered relatively small, her hands are almost always busy due to the group being made up by men who are considered to be hunters/mercenaries; always on the move, rarely setting camp for more than a week. Plus, life on the desert can't be considered an easy one, food and water rations are scarce, danger is common here and if you're inexperienced with this kind of environment or travels it's best if you just stay in a village or travel in a larger group.

And then there is little ol' you, a real delight to the men of the tribe, kept like the biggest treasure in the camp. Always cherished and spoiled with the best cuts of meat during meal time, gifted the softest and most delicate silks from their 'adventures', not to mention all the hot, reverent, hungry touches to your skin as they slowly mouth at the expanse of your naked, glistening bosom.

Oh yes, the life of the 'Treasure of the tribe' is good, very good even, but first and foremost you are a trained, skilled healer, your skills being utilized unfortunately almost everyday as your men just seem to not be able to keep out of danger if even for a day and you hate seeing your boys hurt.

After returning from yet another successful hunting trip all the returning men loudly announcing their arrival; loud, boisterous laughs and cheerful bellows can be heard from the enterance to the camp. You sighed deeply although a small smile made its way onto your face, judging from the loud joyous commotion outside it was a successful hunt and probably no permanent damage was done but it still meant looking after the men, cleaning and stitching cuts, applying cooling salves and balms and bandaging smaller wounds. While you were undoubtedly proud of your buys you swear that their pride and want for showing off will drive them into an early grave.

Making a last check-up on the stacked medical equipment you gathered, you got up and walked out into the blazing sun of the desert, although the scalding hot temperature slowly cooling down into a pleasant warmth with the incoming sunset.

Your enterance was met with loud greetings and whoops, the large men showing off their hunted prey, a large furred beast with claws the size of your fingers. While you definitely appreciated the sentiment and admired their strength and prowess in battle to be able to take down such a creature, you were more worried about the blood staining Daythunder's clothes. Making him sit on an wooden stump you quickly got to work as he seemed to be hurt the most; while definitely nowhere near deadly, that cut on his chest worried you.

Out of all the things you learned as a healer of a tribe full of men is that they're surprisingly childish and clingy, especially when hurt. The second he heavily sat down, Daythunder immediately grabbed onto your full hips and dragged you close to him so that no space can be between your bodies and with a heavy sigh the big tanned man shoved his face right into your tits, for the lack of better wording.

All you could do is sigh heavily, comb your hand through his braided blond hair and coo at him. The insistent touches more than familiar and no more embarrassing you, more like making a small pleasant flutter bloom in your belly as you gave the man a bit more time watching him nose along your barely clothed breasts and nuzzling against you much like a big cat.

What you didn't see, so preoccupied with Daythunder nuzzled deep into you, are the former joyful faces of the other men sour with ugly jealousy. Why weren't it them you were paying attention? They just slayed a beast too! But don't you worry pretty little Treasure, as soon as you finish with that big oaf they'll have their turn with you too.

Who would have guessed that Eremites could be so jealous~?

And now for the grande finale and my personal favorite, Barmaid!Reader!! Working as a barmaid at the only tavern in Caravan Ribat is one hell of a busy job. Living and working in a place that is literally in the middle of nowhere and simultaneously always busy with passing by merchants, mercenaries, travelers and adventurers alike can be definitely often hectic and at times even messy but it has its perks! Being able to listen to various stories, some of them sounding almost like a fairytale with how whimsical and fantastic they sound and yet they are all true is definitely one of those perks.

Another perk (definitely the best) is a particular group of Eremite men who seem to frequent Caravan Ribat, specifically the tavern you work at is their target. Not only being regulars, but also knowing them more...intimately, they are a delight to be around even with their burning jealousy and possessiveness; perhaps even more so with it.

Almost always you hear them before you see them, their loud talk among each other, deep booming voices almost reverberating through the local and just as you serve a patron their meal they enter in all their glory. Even with the crimson bandanas covering their eyes you can feel their eyes on you, burning with lust and want for their pretty little barmaid.

Greeting them with a warm smile and a warmth to your cheeks you tell them to sit down at their usual table (which by now is almost reserved only for them, no one dares to sit where they always touch down). Luckily it's a relatively slow night; all the patrons are already seated and busy either talking among each other or drinking their worries away in a bottle of ale of fire water.

With an almost jump in your step you quickly walk up to the table with the Eremites, their covered eyes never leaving your curvy figure and when you finally stand before them you can almost hear their deep growls of delight and ravenous apetite for more than a regular meal.

Deciding on being cheeky today and wanting to tease them a little, treat them as if their just another regular customers. You pull out a small paper and pencil from behind your belt and ask these 'gentlemen' for their order. They seem to catch on immediately, their grins widening, licking over their sharp canines as they relax and spread their thick muscled thighs wide open lounging around, deep gruff voices laced with lust listing of their order.

As you're diligently jot down their choices on the slip of paper, a small smile appears on your face as you feel the strong arm of Stone Enchanter slip around your middle and pull you closer to him, his enormous build making your stomach on level with his face even when he's seated, his big and rough with callouses hand caressing and grabbing onto your full hips, snapping the material of your skirt (the long material obscuring only your intimates and ass while exposing your thighs, you know this cut drives them crazy) against your hips and they laugh loudly as you take in a quick quiet breath, followed by the gentle scrape of teeth on your waist as the large man starts mouthing at your skin and to be honest you're quite embarrassed by how quickly this simple touch can get you wet.

But with this group you're so used to this that when they don't visit for a longer period of time you actually long for it. They are always like this; loud and boisterous, clingy, unapologetic and absolutely shameless with their touches and so so possessive over you.

You barely manage to write down their order with a small 'be right back sirs' when suddenly a swift swat to your bottom is delivered and the table erupts in laughs and jeers at Sunfrost that he managed to get you. It's even worse when you get back and start setting their cups down, when the hot touches and gropes come.

Your low cut top is made of a light material, almost sheer and you almost always forgo wearing a bra due to the almost unbearable heat due to the closeness to the desert and the stuffy inside of the tavern doesn't help, and you can be sure that these men take full advantage of it.

Large scarred hands grope your tits the second you bend down to pour their drinks and you almost spill it when they pull down the loose neckline and the mouthing at your waist and hips starts again.

Suddenly, you let out a small shrill cry as you're suddenly hoisted into the lap of Stone Enchanter and moan loudly at the feeling of hot lips trying to mouth at your nipples through your top, the straps falling from your shoulders from all the sudden movement much to the delight of the men at the table.

The loud atmosphere of the lively tavern concealing the lustful act, all the other patrons are either so deep into laughing with their companions or way too drunk to even look your way, but even if there are some curious eyes looking at your figure, you are way too deep into the hot, fuzzy headspace to care.

The dark skinned man holding you made you suddenly straddle him and you flush even deeper at the feeling of his hard cock grinding up against your barely clothed pussy and you can't help but moan helplessly and grab at his dark braids to pull him closer to your nipple which he's still insistently mouthing at, the scrape of his sharp teeth causing you to let out a delightful moan which only seemed to spur the turned on men further on.

This was definitely going to be a long, long night~

#kin speaks #asks #interactions #JESUS FINALLY I'M READY #this took me like 2.5h to write but it was a true delight ;;#thank you so much for the food nonnie <3 #now barmaid reader is rotting my brain >:(#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut #eremites x reader

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smolandweirdwriter · 3 days

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oh let me tell u i am so normal about adaine so here have a collection of some of my headcanons (that i can remember)

adaine starts dressing more "punk" in a sense because she lives with fig (totally not cause shes trying to remove herself from her goody two shoes appearance that her parents knew)

I also think this comes out of necessity as she doesnt have the money to buy new clothes if they get damaged so ends up sowing patches onto her clothes.

Adaine is the second tallest bad kid (after gorgug) at 5'11 simply because fabian is 5'10 and claims hes 6'0 (adaine is having none of it)

Adaine and tracker are still really close even after kristens breakup

She also has chronic fatigue which did not help her anxiety attacks. for most of her life she just believed she was lazy and not trying hard enough due to her parents thinking she was making excuses

Fig realizes at the beginning of Sophomore year that she really, really likes fun colors. She’s sick of all black. She wears bright red skirts and t-shirts of all colors and she smokes her cigarettes and dyes her hair and paints her nails pale pink and is uniquely, wildly, entirely herself. She doesn’t limit herself to a “rocker aesthetic”. Isn’t the whole point of rebellion to be you?

Adaine’s style has changed so much. Partway through freshman year, she begins dressing as defiantly as possible. Whatever her parents would hate the most, Adaine wears. She borrows Fig’s clothes, which tend to be a bit too short and tight on her, but it’s all black with a leather skirt and ripped fishnets and her mother calls her a slut and her father forces her to go back to her room and change. Aelwyn mocks her for it over breakfast and Adaine stares at her food and doesn't wear fishnets or crop tops again.

(Aelwyn sneaks out that night wearing a similar outfit because she knows what her parents would say and the idea of the look on her mother's face being pointed at her is enough to terrify her to the point of nausea, and she drinks and drinks and drinks until she forgets to be afraid.)

Still, Adaine's style keeps changing. Sophomore Year it's mostly her Jacket of Useful things, t-shirts, and jeans. But as much as she hated being forced to wear the Hudol uniform, she really likes nice clothes. Junior Year she begins exploring more elven clothing: long skirts, vests with collared shirts, pleated blouses, breeches, tall boots, et cetera. She, Ayda, and Gorgug work together combining Wizardry and Artificing on her Jacket of Useful Things so that it can effectively transform into any coat/jacket/vest/etc to go with her outfit. It's perfect as her style is constantly shifting on a daily basis.

This is just my thought on all of their heights, but here we go:

Riz is shortest, obviously. He’s actually average-height for a goblin, resting at about 3’6’’.

Fig gives severe Tall Vibes, so much so that people forget she’s actually only 5’3’’. She wears boots that bring her up to about 5’5’’, but she’s still the second-shortest bad kid.

No one will let Fabian let down how short he is. He’s tried changing his diet, stretching, everything he can imagine—he’s still 5’4’’. It’s mortifying. Fig fits into his clothes perfectly.

Kristen has always felt somewhat ungainly, her limbs at different shapes and sizes, and she’d crash into things a lot. She’s always felt too much: too tall, too wide, too much, too much, too much. Junior Year she starts working out and begins getting comfortable with her body. Still, she’s tall, almost 5’10’’.

Adaine is quite tall, but her parents and sister are taller than her, and she’s spent her life feeling inescapably small. Her posture is good, but there’s something to the way she tilts her head, the general way she carries herself, hunching around a too-big orb and clutching books to her chest, that makes her look short and small. Sophomore Year, her confidence grows, she becomes more stable, and most importantly, she eats much more. She uncurls herself, and by the time she finds Aelwyn again, Aelwyn is horrified to see that her little sister looms over her. Adaine is 5’11.

Gorgug hunches over a lot, and it’s actually after becoming an Artificer that he gets better with his posture, because he’s sitting a lot more now and his back hurts if he hunches too much. His actual height is 6’5’’. He’s the tallest bad kid.

My personal headcanon is that Tracker also has anxiety and used to “wolf out” whenever she got overwhelmed. So she understands Adaine very well, perhaps better than anyone else. She understands the way Adaine’s anger stems from her fear, from her lack of control. Tracker helps her find the right anxiety meds and teaches her methods of working through and handling feeling overwhelmed.

When the bad kids see Nara and Tracker again in Fallinel, she introduces them all to Nara. “Ah,” Nara says as she and Adaine are introduced, and Adaine tenses for oracle, the daughter who killed Angwyn Abernant, the oracle who ran away, but what she’s met with was: “Tracker’s little sister.”

Adaine never tells Tracker how much it means. She loves Aelwyn, and Aelwyn loves her, but that love is something that has been asked for by both parties. Adaine never realized before that she shouldn't have to ask.

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ladytauria · 11 months

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The prompt list. Listen. I think Jason deserves a kiss to the thigh. Whoever you want to give it to him

nonny you are SO right

i went with jaytim bc i'm predictable like that~

Tim challenges anyone to find a more comfortable pillow than one of Jason's thighs. (Well---alright. They actually come in at a close second to his chest, while his stomach sits at a narrow third. But---still.) There's nothing like reclining on the couch, his head pillowed on Jason's lap while the TV plays in the background.

Tonight, Tim's foregone his laptop. For once in his life, he's had enough of numbers. He just wants to relax with his boyfriend.

Jason's hand drops into his hair, stroking idly through the strands. Tim's eyelids droop. He raises his hand, wrapping it around Jason's knee; thumb pressed to the back of it. Jason's leg shifts to accommodate him.

He smiles, humming softly. He turns his face, pressing a kiss to Jason's thigh. Jason's fingers pause in his hair for a moment, and then continue; the gentle scratch of nails against his scalp making Tim wish he could purr, pushing into his hands.

Jason laughs; a soft huff of air that turns Tim's insides soft and fuzzy. "Overgrown kitten," he murmurs.

Tim's mouth twitches. "Meow~"

Jason snorts, flicking his ear. "Hush, I'm watching a movie."

Tim nips him through his sweats, earning a light tug to his hair. He heaves a put-on sigh, drawing his blanket higher up his shoulder.

Then he settles, letting the low murmur of the television and Jason's fingers in his hair lull him to sleep.

[ sultry prompts list ]

#the temptation to go with thigh worship was heavy #but that would have taken much longer so #i put the lines i wrote for it in the notion page~#i also did consider going jaysteph #but jaytim just called to me more for this one #thank you for the prompt nonny #i hope you liked it!#jaytim #timjay #dcu #tauriawritesfanfic #lovely anons #asks and answers #i also almost went with tim patching him up and kissing the wound #but i have like #2 or 3 more ‘tim patches jason up’ fics in my drafts #so…#xD

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uhbasicallyjustmilex · 10 months

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Please please please tell me that you’re as obsessed with the little sound he makes at 10:29 as I am :’) - just the little ‘mhmm’ and the way he sucks his bottom lip I CAN’T.

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=f7ZufuOHiz8&pp=ygUVQWxleCB0dXJuZXIgaW50ZXJ2aWV3

just seconds before the poor man got called a tart 💔

no for real though i am obsessed with it the way i am obsessed with all his little non verbal encouragers, and the way he kind of savours the sound of them as he utters them?? (he does the same with certain words too and i am if possible even more obsessed with that 😭) but yeah, i feel like there’s definitely an undertone of irritation or impatience here that gives this little 'mhmm' a slight edge - which, jesus christ. is NOT surprising given the literal everything about this interview. but yeah, i love how much expressiveness he injects into that one little sound. i love HIM 😭😭

#god this interview is genuinely painful to watch #i've never managed to get through it without covering my eyes at multiple points #the body language is SO uncomfortable #he's literally surrounded #and then there's that terrible moment near the end where they wrap it up and you can see a weight being lifted from his shoulders #but then they carry it on for ANOTHER TEN MINUTES #and you can see him just drifting away into the ether #poor man 💗#but god he looks so good in this interview #anyway thank you so much for this ask nonnie 😘#alex turner #asks

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awesomefringey · 1 year

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Another Mommrry thread

https://twitter.com/KingTommo369/status/1711163487634735418?t=ubQMe1PUQJY8n1aMxbLVkA&s=19

Aaaaah!!!! I love how it looks like it’s all the same pregnancy but Harry’s hair is short and long, he looks extremely lonely in the beginning but then Louis shows up and suddenly it’s twins and they shrink and grow at different speed. 😆

Anyway some of these are so amazing!

All collections can be found under this tag.

#momrry #ai generated manips and art #abo larry fanfiction #omega harry #ask #thank you so much nonnie for sharing

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bonnieisaway · 1 year

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Was rewatching Scissor Seven as a treat and you know what I just noticed? Seven has always shown a propensity for being an incredibly quick learner, which is one of the ways he was so lethal as an assassin, but holy shit I never realized- In the episode Two Heroes, when he's fighting Redtooth he never uses his qi to manipulate his sword in his signature fighting style like we see him do later on with Thousand Demon Daggers and his scissors, but at the end of the fight he literally watches Green Phoenix manipulate his own two swords to drive off Redtooth WITH qi in the same way he often does later on so, so what are the chances this mofo saw GP waving his swords around, said hmm that seems useful and STRAIGHT UP COPIED HIS QI TECHNIQUE FOR THE REST OF HIS LIFE JUST FROM WATCHING QP DO IT???

Oh my god wait actually that'd be so cool if that was why

He is a quick learner!! I hope eventually they talk a bit more about it because back in season 1 his only named move at the time was just 'high imitation' when he was able to copy Dachun but he hasn't really tried with anyone else's moves - which I think he would be INSANE with Thirteen's one move she learned from Green Phoenix, twin blades, moonlight on twin phoenixes - but also now in season four he has his own named move that isn't an imitation. It's insane how fast he's able to learn and adapt even whilst actively in combat, especially back when he fought Redtooth back when he was 15.

But also while being a very quick learner I do love that he has this combat style and general attitude about these things that are very much his own. I think the only time before Two Heros he's used his qi on the Thousand Demon Daggers was back in We Meet Again, Captain Jack and Thirteen was in danger. But like really throughout the show along with how fast he learns and keeps things in mind (I mean, he was literally tripping balls when Eleven and Dachun fought and still remembered from back then Dachun's, and the rest of the bodybuilders's, biggest weakness. And he has an affinity for doing things that have never been done before, he just tries new shit and it works! Especially when he fights Redtooth and uses his scissors the way he does at the end of the fight, he does that again in season 3! Above that he also used the sword presented to him as the 'attack only, Thousand Demon Daggers' to protect Thirteen using the shards in season 3.

I think it's really cool like how much he learns and how fast he does but also they still balance that loveable dumbass personality with how insanely quick he is to adapt and learn things

#he makes me so mentally ill #scissor seven #killer seven #wu liuqi #seven #thank you nonnie #i love getting asks it fills my heart #esp about scissor 7 i go insane #i love talking abt this show but i also love alot more having an active conversation #which is why i talk about it here so much more than anywehre else #because the entire tumblr format is just Active Conversation #i like having people to bounce my thoughts off of and them to add onto it or put it into a different perspective #scissor 7

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intheorangebedroom · 1 year

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What kind of kinks do we think Frankie has? 🤔

Hey Nonnie! Again, I'm glad you asked!

But first thing first:

🧡HAPPY ❤️‍🔥FRANKIE❤️‍🔥 FRIDAY🧡

@frannyzooey and I actually discuss this on a regular basis, and if you haven't yet, you should run over to her blog and read her entire Frankie masterlist (especially Taste, very relevant in this context). Because it’s all there, and it’s so much better than anything I could ever dream of achieving.

This said, please do stay here a little longer 😬

Explicit thoughts below the cut 🔞

I know it’s a general fandom consensus that Frankie is an avid and thorough pussy eater, and yes, I’m sure he is. But’s there is so much more to him.

Frankie’s a confident man. Quietly so, but definitely assertive.

Discreet, calm, collected, he can be commanding, even threatening when he needs to.

Possessive, but not jealous, he strives above all to protect, provide and care for you. Because this man loves you with everything he’s got, and because Frankie’s ultimate kink is… you.

Anything and everything, from the fire in your eyes when you discuss something you’re passionate about, to the needy tuck of your body into his side when you get mean Sunday scaries. From the scent of your hair lingering on his pillow to the tangy taste of your skin at the end of the day. From your out-of-tune singing when a song you love comes up on the truck's radio, to the low thrumming and soft quiver of your pulse between his lips.

He loves you self-confident or vulnerable. He loves you standing tall or feeling small.

So I think what truly gets Frankie off, more than anything, is when his love has fostered enough sense of safety in you that you'll ask him for what it is that you truly want. Or better yet, when you take it from him.

When you want it slow, silent and breathy, locked eyes and a press of your sweat-damp foreheads, calloused hands surprisingly soft in their span of your skin.

When you want to be crushed underneath him and have him set the pace.

When you need it rough, relentless, unforgiving. When you want him to curl his thick fingers around your nape and sink your mouth down on his hard length. When you want him to lick the makeup-stained tears off your cheekbone. When you need his grip on the swell of your ass to turn painful. When you want his teeth on your neck, his spit in your mouth, his come on your face.

When you ride his face without shame with a sharp tug of his hair until he bands his arms around your thighs hard enough to bruise.

When you straddle him, your gorgeous tits bouncing in your frantic sway over him, for a while, at least, before he cups them to knead and pinch, when you writhe and whine because “it’s too much.”

Just like Frankie knows his worth, he knows his size. And that too is a kink, it’s all about what it can do to you, for you.

He likes to thicken between your fingers, your eyes growing wide because you’re not sure, even after all this time, if you’ll be able to take it.

Loves to rub his cock onto your stomach to show you just how deep he’s gonna reach.

Loves to inch into you slowly and see sweat beading over your pinched brow with the effort, loves the sound of your tight cunt parting around him, he knows how it tastes too, eyes strained on your entrance catching along the girth of him, the music of your strained moans, loves to talk you through it, alright baby, come on now, you know you can take it.

When you’re burning with want and with need, when you’re pliant under his hands or rigid around his hips, chasing your release, sweat and slick and sticky, when you’re liquid inside, a rope pulled taut between your core and your heart that rips your inside out, when you’re blooming in shades of orange, when you plant your hands on his chest and demand "Make me come Francisco," that's his greatest kink.

#thank you so much for the ask Nonnie #happy frankie friday #I'm sorry it took me this long to answer #i hope you like it #had so much more to say on the topic #spent the afternoon trimming this down #francisco catfish morales #the pilot™️#frankie morales #the husband one #the one and only #Frankie #frankie friday

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thetarttfuldickhead · 1 year

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obsessed with how roy just knows jamie’s an exceptional footballer. while threatening him, roy praises how his right foot was kissed by god. they talk at the gala and roy confesses that he knows he should pass to jamie. in the signal, roy is the only one who knows jamie can score from that distance, and he’s been watching jamie the whole time, actually, and he knows that jamie’s ability to be a prick is what makes him special. and season 3 is just a gold mine because you used to be the best, now you’re not and you thought i was the best? and then roy willingly offers extra training because he believes in jamie and he knows his potential and he’s so so proud when jamie gets called up for england. and he keeps up with jamie’s stats, easily recalling his assists in the premier league during that press conference and. they’re gonna continue to grow together and maybe finally realize they’ve both been in love with each other this whole time

FUNNY COINCIDENCE NONNY I AM OBSESSED WITH IT TOO!

Roy has always known – he knows the game too well, loves the game too well, not to acknowledge the fact that Jamie’s fucking great, but god, does it piss him off (in season 1 and half of season 2, at least – after that he’s quite pleased with it)! I do adore the sometimes floated idea that Roy is absolutely livid that Jamie decides to ditch City for Lust Conquers All, because pissing away his talent like that? It’s outrageous. (Doing it when Roy would fucking kill for a chance to play again? Unforgiveable. Also, it’s bad form to walk out on a club like that, so Roy’s furious about that on principle, even as he’s darkly satisified at having his notions of Jamie’s inherent prick nature further confirmed. And maybe he gloats about it a little because Jamie really fucked things up for himself now, huh, but yeah, mostly he’s livid.)

And I tend to think that Roy offers to train Jamie in part (though certainly not only!) because he is just really interested in seeing how far Jamie could go – as someone who loves the game, he wants to see the football Jamie can play when Jamie’s at his best, because he knows it’ll be spectacular. He is so fucking excited during the last few games, seeing the things Jamie does on the pitch (that yes, Jamie, when Jamie saves that goal against City is running on repeat in the back of my head, like always), and so fucking pleased when Jamie’s called up.

I think it might become a bit of a struggle for Roy in the future, on the one hand wondering if maybe Jamie ought to move away and play with other clubs to truly fulfill his potential, but on the other wanting to keep him close always, because Jamie’s his player now, in a way none of the other players are. (They don’t mind, because being Roy’s player seems really intense and difficult and no one but Jamie is into it.) They make each other better – and, these days, also so much happier.

#thank you for this nonny very important points were made #these two have never been normal about each other #roy spends so much of season 1 wishing jamie wasn't so good at football #even as he can't help but be impressed at times #and that only makes him feel sick and even angrier #but now!#now he can just unabashedly glory in jamie's football prowess #and knowing that he plays a part in bringing that out?#good good good feeling #roy kent #jamie tartt #roy & jamie #asks

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thelonelyshore-if · 3 months

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Gonna play a believer who is resistant to the magic. He may believe in it but he does not fucking trust it at all he just wants to go home and make sure his baby sibling is safe

Not trusting the magic is probably wise ;)

#asks #magic talk #thank you for sending this Nonnie!!!#hearing about people's MCs always makes me happy #and I'm enjoying seeing which paths people plan on taking!!#so much fun

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lilspacewolfie · 7 months

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Recently I've been seeing a lot of posts on my dash about how much it sucks that Copia has to sing Mary on a Cross and every time all I can think about is how funny it would be for Copia in the Terzo is The Devil universe to sing Kiss the Go-Goat

MOAC and KTGG are Copia’s songs to me👏🏻

This is so funny to me because there are a few of Ghost songs that actually do have plot relevance for my fic. Copia certainly won’t miss the very obvious connotation’s there lmao.

I won’t spoil much, but there are a few that Copia will eventually write as a tribute to everything Lucifer/Terzo (or LuciTer as someone said me to) has done for him.

Anon you’re onto me I swear 😂

#thank you nonny!#ask red #I could and want to talk about this story SO much #but I know once I get talking I won’t shut up and will just spoil the whole thing 😂😭#it makes me so happy getting asks about my silly fic #ghost #the band ghost #cardinal copia #papa emeritus iv #terzo #papa emeritus iii #devil terzo tag #copiiia

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frogchiro · 2 years

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Eremite harem sounds delicious ngl 😫 Even more so with ferility goddess reader… (this is long, hope u don’t mind <3)

So, worshiping gods come almost always with different kinda of rites and rituals. Now I can imagine spring being something that the followers of the ferility goddess treat as a holy period of time. The reason being that it’s the tile of the year, when their goddess is the most fertile, so much so that it’s not unusual for twins or even triplets to ne born.

And what would be a better way to celebrate the season of new life, than breeding their goddess day and night, until she is nice, round and heavy with their brood.

That’s how you got here, in between six eremites who were given the honor of getting you pregnant with new strong firghters.

Behind you, was the sharpest and quickest Clearwater that Sumeru had seen in decades. And while she sadly couldn’t pump you full of cum, that didn’t mean she couldn’t help with getting you aroused. That’s why she was massaging your already tender breasts, alternating from soft and deep movements, to quick and rough ones.

Meanwhile your strongest Stone Enchanter bounding into you relentlesly from the front. His strong arms were wrapped tightly around you, and his thick and veiny grith was dragging right against your sweet spot with each thrust in and out.

Sooner rather than later, you started to feel your climax getting closer and closer. And with the fondling of your chest, and the thrusts that just got faster and faster, you could just feel how your eyes rolled back in pleasure. And your build up finally came to an end, when the Stone Enchanter came inside of you, and bit your collarbone hard.

And the three of you just stayed there for a while. You and Stone Enchanter catching your breaths, while the Clearwater pressed kisses all over your already sore shoulders and behind your neck, while simultaneously rubbing your full tummy and sides.

But before you could even recover from your first round, the two eremites whom just pleasured you, were pushed aside and replaced by a new duo.

In front of you sat a Galehunter general, who immidietly dived between you spread legs. She started to suck on your small bundle of nerves, while also labia with her fingers. And just a moments later, a pair of strong hands , that you instantly recognized to belong to Daythunder, picked you up a bit, and swiftly showed your leaking cunt down to a new cock.

The new grith took some time to adjust to, and the constant stimulation to your clit wasn’t helping at all. An while the groth inside you wasn’t as thick as the last one had been, it was long and had a bit of curve to it. It sat right against your crevix, and you waited with anticipation and dread, how it would soon be slamming against it.

And just that happened, the Daythunder behind you showed no mercy, as he secured a thight grip on your thighs, and started to fuck you deep and hard. And the Galehunter kept up with the pace, and licked long strokes from your clit, to your cunt that was being filled to brim. Her coarse hands would also press against the fat of your stomach, enhancing the pleasure that the Daythunder’s long lenght gave you.

And once again you reached your high. And once again a new pair of hands grabbed your waist and pushed you down another dick, while another pair of hands massaged you whenever wherever. By the end of the week, you’d been fucked and breeded in every corner of your tent, and in every position imaginable. You had have cock up your cunt and ass, and down your throat, you had given lovebites to your eremites, and they had all made sure to make sure that you were covered in reminders of them.

And now, you just laid there, on your soft silks and thick furs, just so used up and sore, but also content. Because you knew for a fact, that a new brood would be welcomed rather soon to your beloved eremites, and that thought made you happier than ever <3

N-nonnie this...this is gold ♡

f!reader, reader is reffered to as a goddess, breeding, smut with a dash of fluffiness <3

The original idea of fertililty goddess!reader belongs to @seakicker /juju, i'm only borrowing her concept ^.^

Yes, i agree that the rituals in honor of the fertility archon would be in spring; after a long dead winter comes the green spring, full of new life and hopefully bountiful hunts and harvest. The people of the desert hadn't had it the easiest since, well, it's the desert so people from there, especially nomads like the eremites want to give you a fitting tribute in hopes that you will grace them with strength and good hunts.

And you do of course! You loved every single one of your worshippers, but the eremite became your favorites after the unfortunate passing of your former lover, the Crimson King, so you decided that after his death you should be the one to take care of his beloved people in his stead and so you were here.

You spend much time with them in your human form al they loved you so so much for it♡ their goddess came to them after all, the banished ones that everyone looks down upon, see nothing more than savage bandits and yet here you are, gracing them with your beauty and benevolence. Every hunt is successful and they celebrate it by organizing a big fire where they laugh, drink and eat, your chosen harem of the best and strongest warriors clinging close to you and feeding you the best cuts of meat.

And a absolute must-have is the spring ritual of fertility in your honor! You and your chosen harem set out towards a further location from the usual camping place, something like a small oasis in the desert where you set up a big tent and the ritual can begin~

By the end of the week, both you and your lovers are exhausted and positively wrecked; everyone in laying naked and tired but sated and happy among dozens of silken pillows and blankets, eating and laughing and exchanging quiet words and gestures of affection with each other with your belly full and warm with their seed, a strong arm from the Daythunder male wrapped aeound your full hips and his rough hand caressing your tummy and you know already that there are multiple new bright lights coming to life inside your womb.

Yeah, you couldn't be happier♡

#kin speaks #asks #interactions #nonnie i love this so much <33 #thank you for the food <3 #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut #eremites x reader #fertility goddess!reader #fem reader

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