#jason momoa x you

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Jason Momoa Masterlist.

Until Sunrise (Khal Drogo x Reader)

The Ritual

~*~ Drabbles and shorts ~*~

Bend

Hold me Down

#jason momoa #jason momoa fanfiction #jason momoa x you #jason momoa x female reader #jason momoa imagine #jason momoa smut #khal drogo #khal drogo fanfiction #khal drogo x you #khal drogo x female reader #khal drogo smut #khal drogo imagine

[hiddenwritingsintheworld]

So, I’ve followed you for years. And somethin I’ve always wanted to see in ABO fics was the omega pleasing herself without an alpha around. I know it’s weird but I feel like I’m your My Alpha series you should put that in there!! It’d be interesting! That and true mates stuff!

Oooohhhhhh i might have to do this, but idk. I have plans for this series and its gonna be dark

#oh so dark #its gonna be scary #lol #k asks #k answers #k talks #ask k #happy easter #Jason Momoa #Jason Momoa x you #jason momoa x reader #Declan harp #Declan x reader #Declan x You #My Alpha #alpha omega

[keefechambers]

DANTE REYES + fashion

I know the black is very slimming and very scary, but the pastels, you know, they're in-season. I feel like it tones down the masculinity a little bit, which we all need these days.

#dante reyes #fast x #fast 10 #jason momoa #the fact that he wanted lilac because his mom hates it and he thought it'd be funny to annoy her... #the man you are sir #fast and furious #fashion #the ultimate enemy of a man who has been wearing the same black tanktop and jeans for 20 years #is a man with drip #it's just facts

[imagines-to-quench-thirst]

Arthur Curry Masterlist

Disclaimer: stories are fictitious and should not be taken literally, the behavior is entirely imaginative and the content may be inappropriate

Updated & repaired: 16/07/2023 (if a story won't load or something else, please message me and let me know)

MAIN MASTERLIST

Fluff🌺  Angst 🌩️ Smut❤️‍🔥

5/7 STORIES

5 Phrases That Arthur Tells You🌺

MY HEADCANONS W/ OTHER CHARACTERS:

Speak In Flowers 🌺 Flowers speak their own words and show their actions. And your man loves to speak it out loud.

Visiting Your Hometown 🌺 how would your boy act when you drag him along to your hometown

Helping You To Accept Your Stretch Marks 🌺your boy helps you accept your beautiful stretch marks as they are...pure perfection

Explaining To Your Man Kdramas🌺I (V) wrote small drabbles that paired my favorite men and dramas that I absolutely love

Dating A Tattoo Artist 🌺 being a tattoo artist and your boyfriend being part of it

When Tough Times Occur 🌺Life itself can be a pain and with its obstacles, it can seem impossible to overcome it but that’s what makes us stronger as people.

Someone Rubs You The Wrong Way With... 🌺 how would your man protect you when someone doesn’t mind your business

Having A Shower ❤️‍🔥having a shower with your man sounds like heaven right?!

One Thing He Loves About You (Physically Or Mentally)🌺 the title spoils the ending a bit

No Nut November ❤️‍🔥in the glory of No Nut November, you make a bet with your liver saying if they fail you cuff them and use them to your liking but if you lose they get to fulfil one of their fantasies. And you are keen on it to make them lose, by any means.

DRABBLES FROM MY 🧠

First Timers 🌺

Recruit From A Cave 🌺(platonic!reader) requested by: @biganddrunkunicorn imagine Arthur Curry recruiting you - a half-dragon person, with bat wings and hands/legs with scales and claws - to join the Justice League. And y/n is really scared of him because of all the water stuff and his appearance, but he convinces her to leave her cave and all. Pure fluff and platonic, the world needs more platonic imagines and hc

Fluff Alphabet 🌺

Mornings With Arthur🌺

Her Death Is Your Mistake 🌩️Orm captures Y/n turning Arthur’s promises futile

Going On A Date🌺

Dating Aquaman🌺

MULTI-PART STORIES

Imagine (1 OF 3)🌩️🌺

Imagine (PART 2 OF 3)🌩️🌺

Imagine (PART 3 OF 3) VER.1🌺

Imagine (PART 3 OF 3) VER. 2🌩️

PICTURE IMAGINES

Arthur Introducing The New Queen Of Atlantis, You🌺

Arthur Teaching You Hakka🌺

Arthur Taking You To Atlantis, Making You The First Human To See It🌺

#aquaman x you #aquaman x reader #aquaman imagine #aquaman #aquaman smut #justice leauge x reader #justice leauge imagine #justice league smut #arthur curry x reader #arthur curry imagine #king arthur #arthur curry #jason momoa x reader #jason momoa imagine #dc x reader #dc imagine #dceu

[funnyexel]

Til’ Sea Do Us Part

Arthur Curry (Aquaman) x Black Female Reader

Summary: After being in a complicated fling with Arthur, you take a much needed vacation to clear your head. But when your vacation uncovers an unexpected surprise, what will you do once confronted?

Warning(s): L Bombs, Hair pulling, Smut, Degrading, Praise

Word Count: 4.7k

Grabbing a shirt from the big pile of clothes on your bed, you fold it up and place it in your suitcase. Packing had to be the worst part of going on any vacation, your room would always be left in a total wreck afterwards.

“Knock knock.”

You sigh, already knowing who would have the nerve to knock on your door and actually say the words 'knock, knock'.

“What.”

You say, knowing who was at your door before you ever opened it because there’s only one person who knocks like that.

“Am I disturbing you.” He pushes past you and goes to your kitchen.

“Actually, yes. You are.” He rolls his shoulders as he cracks a beer he got from your fridge.

“Too bad. What are you doing anyway.” He leans over, seeing the tornado in your room. Going in it, he immediately sees the suitcase.

“You’re leaving?” A serious statement finally leaves his mouth.

“Yeah?” You go back to folding and packing.

“Where are you going.”

He crosses his arms, demanding a response.

“Wow. You never listen to me.” You huff, being more aggressive with your clothes.

“What do you mean. Yeah I do, all the time unfortunately.” You roll your eyes, walking up to him and his arms relax at his sides.

“If you did you would know where I am going.” You shove a pair of pants into his chest, pointing to your dresser.

“Third drawer.”

“Don’t do this to me now. It had to be a while ago.”

He chugs his beer and quickly throws it away. Well to be fair, you did tell him around a month and a half ago so it has been a minute.

“A cruise. I’m going away on a cruise, Arthur.”

Done with the outfits you start packing panties and bras.

“Yeah, with your best friend. See, I do listen.” You chuckle in the slightest.

“Whatever you say.”

You take a few from your drawer and place them in two piles.

“Woah! What are you planning to do with those panties?” He points to a dark green lace panties you have in your hands.

“I’m a grown woman, Arthur.” He shakes his head and snatches your underwear.

“I’m gonna need you to keep it pg on this cruise.” He says stretching his arm up so its impossible for you to reach your underwear.

“Stop being a child and give me that.” You hold out your hand and he stares down at you not letting up.

“Come on! I don’t have time to play around, the boat is leaving this evening.”

You reach up, putting your hand on his shoulder, “Please,” You plead, he sighs and finally hands it to you.

Zipping up your suitcase, you roll it in the hallway by the front door. You shove him out your room, “Aria will literally kill me if I’m late.”

“It won’t be the end of the world.” He tries to persuade you to let him stay but you are relentless.

“No. But it will be the end of our vacation.” He turns to you in your doorway, towering over you.

“A moment can’t hurt…come on.”

He leans down mere centimeters from your lips. Temptation calls out to you, just one moment won’t hurt. You put your lips against his. A peck is all that could be managed with how fast you pulled away.

“Arthur, I can’t do this.” You keep your distance with your hand on his chest.

“What do you mean? Its a kiss.” He bites his lip, thinking about that teasing peck.

“A kiss that turns into touching, that turns into sex, that turns into you…not wanting a relationship after you rocked my world the night before,” You see the guilt in his eye,

“We tried that whole thing and it didn’t work. I know what I want and I’m not settling for less.” He runs his fingers through his hair.

“I rocked your world, huh?” He smugly says, but the unamused look on your face says that this isn’t the time to joke.

“Bottom line is, you’re not ready for commitment.” You take a deep breath, slowly closing the door on him.

“So I’m going to pack matching lace sets, short dresses and swimsuits that shouldn’t be labeled as such because I’m not casual sex, I am a person that deserves to be valued and not seen as a personal fuck toy.”

You closed the door on him, not letting him issue a response. It needs to sink in for him. You met up with Aria and got on the cruise, as soon as you both got your bags sent to your room you changed into swimsuits and lounged on the top deck by the pool.

“and I told him, I’m not casual sex, I deserve to be valued as a woman.” You tell her, taking a sip of your margarita.

“I know thats right. It was long overdue. You let him get away with too much shit.”

You take out the straw and down the drink, sighing.

“He fucks so good.” She laughs at your blunt words.

“And he can be sweet from time to time. He checks off all the boxes and I mean all.”

She opens her mouth to ask you further questions but ultimately takes you word for it. Continuing to listen you ramble on.

“He just can’t commit. Its always something and its always me!” A worker picks up your empty glass and asks if you want another.

“Pina colada with extra vodka please.” They nod to you.

“Darling, that’s just men. There’s always something wrong when you find the “perfect” guy. Whether that be snoring or in-laws. Sometimes I wonder if life was easier when we were dating women.”

She puts on her shades.

“For now lets tan or get darker in our case and we’ll continue this conversation in the room. I can feel the conservative stares.”

You chuckle at her and smile closing your eyes.A few days in and your battling a crazy hangover. You were in the Bahamas for two days, Aria had family there so she spent time with them while you recovered. You got food and everything but you stayed in the room.

“When you see him after the cruise, tell him how you feel and if he isn’t honest with you then forget him for wasting your time.”

Her words repeated in your head, thats one thing you could depend on her for. Telling you what you needed to hear, no matter how much you hated it. Looking out on the balcony from the comfort of your bed, the sun was long gone and the moon shined on the ocean. You contemplated going out to the deck party but you didn’t want to push your luck, you were convinced you were one shot away from throwing up if you didn’t recover properly.

“I guess drinking my problems away only does so much.” You smack your pillow over your face.

A banging was irritating you and the tv wasn’t doing enough. Getting out the bed you drink some water from the fridge and the banging continues, at this point it wasn’t in your head. Looking around, you figured that it was coming from the balcony door. Opening the locked door, you’re immediately backed into the room.

“I can handle those little outfits you wear but body shots is where I draw the line.” He says as he locks the door behind him.

“How did you get here?” You ask, jaw dropped.

“And you saw my story?” He looks at you from head to toe and shifts his stance.

“Of course I saw it. Me and 600 other people.” You nod.

“Why are you here? Did you get so horny, you had to track me down?” You cross your arms over your chest.

“No, don’t be ridiculous. Thats not the reason I came. I came because-“

“-Let me stop you right there. You came all this way somehow. Cut to the chase.” You tell him sternly with your finger placed against his lips, having a strong feeling he was on the verge of ranting.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks, not making any moves yet.

“No, you cannot.”

Who were you kidding of course you wanted to kiss him, honestly kissing barely touched the surface of what you wanted him to do to you.

“I understand. My life was a mess the week you were away. I found out I was a potential royal air to Atlantis, my half brother reeked havoc on the surface, tried to kill me in a duel, I found my mom, became king and I had a few near death experiences on the way.”

That is hard to follow up. Staring at him, your jaw slightly drops to his summary.

“This all happened in a week?” You exclaim in clear bewilderment. Processing everything he said to you, you smile to him.

“You found your mom.”

He smirks, you know how much it means to him to finally be with his mom. He always talked about how he wanted to at least have a conversation with her, he wanted her to see his growth and now he finally has that.

“So you’re a king?” He hums to your question, “Hopefully they know what they’re in for,” He nudges you, chuckling at your remark. Noticing how close you are to him, your breathing slows.

“I thought about what you said and is that really what you think? I see you as a sex toy?” You take a steady step back, your mind sways in distaste at those words leaving his mouth.

“You can reassure me all you want but your actions say so much.”

The eye contact was intense, he was looking for a lie something that told him you were lying but there was nothing. You were telling the truth. At this he practically collapsed on the bed, his hands stabilizing himself on his knees.

“Y/n, I don’t know what to say. What can I say?” He laughs sarcastically to himself.

“I don’t see you as a sex toy. I never did. Ever. I just…I have issues and I know you deserve way better than what I have to give you. But I want you. I always did, still do and I tried to stop, move on but that didn’t work.”

He says pouring out his truth to you. You know exactly what he’s talking about. That long night you two shared together, he lost his restraint? Pushing his hair back, he watches as your face goes through so much realization at once.

“I can work on my commitment issues. I can grow, I can mature. I will do whatever I possibly can to be a fraction of the man you need.”

You’ve never heard him speak about his feelings and issues so much. When you tried he would always change the subject but he was facing it head on. Whatever he’s been through definitely changed him for the better.

“Arthur.”

His name lingers on your lips as you move closer, standing directly in front of him. Doing your best to hold back tears, you take a breath.

“I-I…” The words couldn’t manifest on your tongue as you burst into tears. Wiping the tears away, you see him staring at you and embarrassment fills your whole being.

“I’m sorry. I need a moment.” You go to the bathroom in a rush.

Looking in the mirror, you shake your head. Crying in front of him had to be a new low. In the two years, you’ve cried over the whole mess of a relationship you both had, if you can even call it that, but you never cried in front of him. At all. He sat in shock. What did he say? Did he say the wrong things? His mother told him to speak from the heart and thats what he did. The whole thing is so overwhelming. When you saw him, you were determined to break things off but now you can’t bring yourself to do it. As corny as it might sound, it would feel like a piece of you was taken if you were to do it. Pulling yourself together, you grab a tissue, open the door and there he was ready to knock.

“I’m at a lost for words,” You sniffle, blowing your nose, “I was holding onto this for two years, just to hear you say that as I was ready to break this off.” He backs up as you get out the bathroom. His face visually drained, the optimism he had before now disappeared.

“Do you mean it?” You hiccup and he perks up, “I don’t want you saying all this to get in my pants.” You point to him and he puts his hands up, shaking his head.

“I mean it. I do. Sex didn’t even cross my mind.” You grace him with a small smile, complimented with puff eyes and tear stains.

Slowly he cups your cheeks, wiping your face with his thumbs. Leaning into you, he kisses the top of your head and hugs you. Rapping your arms under his arms, he holds you tightly and close to his chest. Stroking your head.

“I’m so glad you’re safe.” He mutters into your bonnet. The embrace was loving as if he was deathly afraid of losing you.

“I don’t want you to keep crying so let's stop talking about feelings for now.” You chuckle into his chest, looking up to him.

“I agree.”

You both figured things out yet tension was still in the air. Jealousy was somehow in the air. Shifting his head down, he kisses you. It’s no mediocre or shy kiss it was demanding and wanting. He was fully in the moment and so were you. Moving your arms up, you hooked them around his neck and he moved his down to your waist. Forcing his tongue in your mouth, he takes a breath through his nose. Drinking you in, squeezing your waist to make sure this moment is real. He went through so much just to recognize a great woman like you and understand not to let you go. This is the perfect moment. The moment for him to prove himself to you in this new relationship. Breaking away from the kiss, you hum as you lean your head back.

His kisses trail down your neck. Erratic patterns all over it, with the way he’s moving you know the hickeys will be more than visible even with your melanin skin. His touch is burning on your cold skin, you’re convinced steam is radiating off you with every touch and kiss.

“mm, arthur.”

You breathe out, sigh of relief leaving your lips as your shorts slide down your legs. He stops briefly, making sure you want this. Looking down to you, tenderness is seen in his eyes.

“touch me arthur.” You strip your skimpy shirt, revealing the matching set he was teasing you about.

“Keep talking to me like that and you might not like what I do.” He smiles, gripping you by the thighs and dumping you on the bed.

“This is your favorite color isn’t it?” You tempt him, the green lace on your body the physical representation of temptation.

The amount of wetness piling up in your underwear clearly amusing and exciting him as you hear a grunt rumble from his chest. Eyeing your body with a burning flame and pouncing on you, crawling on top of you. The bikini line that shows under your bra, your brown skin turning a shade darker from the sun, your tired hungover gaze and your curves. The dips on either side of your hips, the little chub on your stomach thats perfectly proportionate to your thighs and your soft shiny skin.

He notices everything, the inside of your thighs were calling to him, blinding him with the sparkly trail of wetness that left your cunt, your cute aching cunt. He shouldn’t be rewarding you, he thought, he should be punishing you for leaving him with a painful boner every time he saw you. But punishing is for another day, tonight is all about making everything up to you. Goodness are you attractive, your beauty alone makes him forget about every problem, every responsibility he has. All he thinks about is you when you’re in his view. He ran his hands over your body, soft touches from your knees to the inside of your thighs to tight squeezes at the sides of your stomach to light rubbing on your arms.

Reaching behind your back, he unclips your bra taking a good look at your breasts as he throws the clothing to the side. His hands cup your chest and you roll your eyes, slapping your hands on top of his to ensure he doesn’t move them. A cocky smirk plays at his lips as he leans down into your ear.

“tell me what you want,” he breaths lowly against your cheek, a moan falling from your lips as his knee nudges your clit.

“I want you to fuck me. Fuck me into the sheets. Please, please, pretty please.”

Your desperation meets no ends as you immediately beg him, you’ve experienced his strokes before, you know what you’re in for and thats what makes this even more of a tease.

"I guess I should give you what you want. Since you asked so nicely.”

You nod repeatedly as finger plays with the hem of your underwear. Yanking them down your legs, you kick them down, flinging them off them bed. You make things too easy for him, who needs foreplay when you’re so wet. Pushing a finger in your tight hole, its goes in without a problem. Unbuckling his pants, he takes them off and pushes them to the floor. Cock on full display for you, rubbing his soaked finger on the head of his dick, his breath shuddered. Pumping his dick a few times, he makes sure he’s his hardest for you before lining up with your hole.

You tap your stomach in anticipation, waiting patiently to be filled up with his big cock. Pushing through your squeezing he groans, halfway through he stops to take a few deep breaths.

“I missed your hole.” He grunts lowly, sounding pussy drunk when not even his tip is inside.

“Your pretty little pussy.”

His hand reaches down rubbing your clit as he hastily bullies his way inside your gummy walls. Your toes curl at the stretch and you feel the coil in your tummy winding up with each moment he's inside you.

“no one...m'..can fuck- fuck me like you.”

You gasp as he leans down, moving out of you and pushing in, he smirks. You’ve been craving this even if you never wanted to admit it out loud, you were singing like a canary for him and he couldn’t have loved it more.

“miss me, baby?” His hips pulled back and snapped forward, finally finding a sinful stroke.

He was knocking into you like he didn’t travel thousands of miles to see you on this boat. Speaking of, the rough currents of the deepest waters couldn’t touch the way he thirstily thrusted into you. The hangover will be the least of your worries later. Tightening your legs around his waist, your nails move across his back, threatening to break the skin barrier, shortened moans leaving your lips as wind is knocked out of your lungs with every move of his hips. He was determined to fuck that bonnet off your head so he can pull on your braids, making you tell him you love him, he knows you do. Why would you put so much effort into a person and relationship if you didn’t, but he was executing this step by step.

“w-wow.. A-arthur.” Your core was twisting and churning, your fingers could not match up to the climax you’re about to get from this man. His words are now registering to you.

“I did…m-miss you. Oh fuck. Yes! I did.” You whine in his arms, his hand tries pushing your legs down, all you can do is smile as he looks you in the eyes. Trapping him in a tight hold, your cunt soaks his dick, his tip curving and scraping the top of your g spot. Your nails scratched down his entire back as you came down from your high, moaning.

Prying your legs off him, he sits up, resting them on his shoulders. All the while watching as your face twists up from the sensitivity, the skin slapping matched with his balls hitting your ass over and over makes you want to stay on this boat forever.

“You’re so tight. Loosen up a little.” He asks as his movements slow down, he knows you’re doing it on purpose now.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He says referring to him getting lost in you, shaking your head you grab his hand and interlock your fingers.

“its okay…” You smile to him and your hooded eyes gave away how dick drunk you are but if you say you’re okay then you’re okay. Keeping the slow pace, he pounds into you. The position mocked missionary and your soul honestly can’t take anymore of him staring into you with his piercing eyes. His other hand made its way to your head as he flipped you into another position, pulling off your bonnet and he holds onto your braids.

“Arthur!” You wince, head being pulled back and your back forced to arch, he had you on all fours. Right where he wanted you.

“do you have to be…this rough?” You whine and grunt as he holds your braids tighter. He’s considerate of where to pull your hair, so he doesn’t yank out your braids.

“What makes you think you don’t deserve it? I could do much worse. If you want that.” He says to you in between pants, his voice hitting a dangerous low in your ear. The promising opportunity leaving a smirk on your lips. Hitting your high once again, your body tingles all over, it felt like butterflies but more intense. Its confusing, isn’t it a tad bit too late for butterflies at this rate? he’s literally inside you.

“Tell me something.” He gathers your attention, pulling you completely out of your bliss and thoughts as his pace reaches a halt.

“And don’t lie to me.” He speaks deeply into your right ear, a message only meant for you to hear as his hand goes down and cups your mound.

“Do you love me?”

You bite your tongue, wincing at the pain. Out of all the things he could say…he said that.

“Is now really the time-“ You turn your head to the side, able to see him out the corner of your eye.

“Yes. Now is the time.” His expression is neutral, no joking or anything of the sorts, he is 100% looking for a truthful answer. You sigh.

“I do love you.”

The silence consumed the both of you as you stood on the bed in fucking position. Was that the answer he’s looking for?

“Say it again.”

He demands, rubbing on your clit as he grips your hair tightly.

“I love you.”

You bite back moaning the words, your fingers tangling in the sheets more and more.

“Again.”

Your legs cross at the ankles as you forcefully squeeze him in you, his fingers on your clit isn’t nearly enough.

“I love you, Arthur.” You exclaim, swallowing heavily and he shifts forward, his beard tickling your shoulder and cheek.

“I love you too.” He says in your ear, a smirk painted on his lips, as he kisses your cheek, neck and shoulder. Taking in a deep breath, you grin.

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Breathing in and out, you sniffle at the hair that went up your nostril. Moving the hair out your face, you shift on the pillow, basically hiding your face in it. Nothing registered for you yet, for all you care its a regular morning in bed. A slight chill on your neck causes you to shrug and blink your eyes open, turning over your eyes focus on the surroundings.

“Look who’s finally awake.” She says in an sarcastic tone, looking up from scrolling on her phone.

“when did you get back?” You ask in a whisper, your throat sore as hell.

“Last night, although I had to take a detour because of all the ruckus you were making in here.”

She was definitely waiting for you to wake up to tease you. Letting out a short embarrassed giggle, you wave her off.

“you sound like an old lady.” She chuckles at your comment and sighs.

“could you pass me a shirt, I’m pretty naked.” Aria throws a shirt at your head, slipping it on, you sit up and look next to you. Arthur is passed out cold with a raging case of bedhead, the sight is one to be photographed and framed. Stretching and rolling your shoulders, you blink slowly as if your brain is still mush.

“Never thought I’d see the day where an underwear would be flung on my bed.”

You laugh, holding your stomach as she points to the panties she placed on the table in-between both beds.

“So thats where I kicked it.” Getting out the bed, you grab the underwear and put it with your dirty stuff, putting on new undies.

“What time is it?” You ask, picking up the clothes on the floor, folding his up nicely and placing them on the foot of the bed.

“11:42” You nod, stifling a yawn as you scratch your head.

“What on earth did you do to him?”

She utters, genuinely concerned as she stands over him, eyeing the visible hickeys, bites and marks all over him.

“Someone was hungry.”

“Do you ever get tired of teasing me.”

You ask, half rhetorical and half serious. Lifting up to stretch your stiff limbs as you watch her movements.

“Nope, you know what else I never get tired of?”

“Wine.” Your tired voice mixed with her joyous voice in a harmonious yet comedic way.

“So if you’ll excuse me, I have a wine tasting to get to.”

She grabs her purse and waves you off as she leaves the room. A sharp pain hits you in your bladder and you run to the bathroom. As you use the toilet, the pain leaves your stomach and you go back into the room.

“Good morning.” His raspy morning voice just makes you want to crawl under his skin.

“Good morning.” You shoot him a warm smile as he motions you to come closer. Standing by the bed, he reaches up and traces your jawline, rubbing your chin with his finger tips.

Pulling you down to his level to kiss you tenderly, a low moan leaving your lips, his hand moving up underneath your shirt to squeeze your hip.

“How are you feeling?” He breaks the kiss, sits up and off the bed in his boxers.

“I’m good, my stomach is hurting a bit but I’ll live.”

“Where is it hurting?” He helps you lift up your shirt and watches as you point to the area below your belly button.

“Somewhere here.” You grunt softly, accidentally touching the sore spot.

“Here?”

You shake your head.

“Here?”

You see what he’s doing, one hand trying to point out the problem and the other caressing your back, making its way to your butt.

“Here??”

He stares at your stomach, glancing at you for a moment, making you chuckle and utter a no. Your eyes go wide as he gropes your ass, playfully grabbing his wrist, you shake your head.

“You’re not slick.” You chuckle with him.

“Relax, I’m trying to assess your situation, so be a good patient and stay still.” He cackles mid sentence and finds his composure.

“The whore is jumping out, Arthur.” He bursts out laughing as you reach up to fix his hair, pulling down your shirt, you put on your shorts and point to his clothes.

“Let’s get some breakfast, I’m hungry.”

You tell him as your stomach rumbles. Putting on his clothes from last night, he turns to you as he messes with his hair.

“I’ll have to leave soon.” He warns you and you nod.

“Time is money then.” You grin, grabbing your phone and walking to the door with him close behind, before you open the door he spins you around.

“I love you.”

He gives you a kiss on the cheek and one on your lips.

“I love you too.”

You kiss him back several times as if you weren’t sure the others were up to par.

“Alright now we can go.” He says while opening the door for you and putting on some shades.

“Is that mine?” You ask as you walk through the hallway to the elevators, fingers interlocked.

“Yeah.”

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#fanfiction #black fanfiction #y/n #black y/n #black girls matter #black girl magic #black women #fluff #lemon #smut #aquaman #dc #dceu x reader #arthur curry #arthur curry x reader #aquaman x reader #aquaman x you #justice league throne of atlantis #jason momoa #jason momoa x reader #jason momoa x you #jason momoa x y/n

[curvykittyyssmutfics]

MASTERLIST

 *DISCLAIMER: Fics ARE SMUT unless otherwise specified.*

MARVEL:

LOKI

Courtyard Shenanigans

JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES

The Piper: Paid

TONY STARK

Babygirl

You Know I Eat

Tony's Cam Girl

STEVE ROGERS

Steve's Little Mechanic

File 999v

PETER PARKER

The Study Date

Super Strength

DR. STRANGE

Confidence

THOR

How Kings Release

DC:

BRUCE WAYNE

The Proposal

TV SHOWS:

SOLDIER BOY

The Interview

JORDAN Li

What You Need

Catch Me If You Can

Imagine 1

ANDY BARBER

Beach Day

Andy's Reward

NON FICTIONAL CHARACTERS:

JASON MOMOA

In The Mood For Something Sweet

A Little Lesson

CHRIS EVANS

Happy Trails

Lights, Camera, Action

Rules Of The Road

Morning Delight

Imagine 1

Imagine 2

DYLAN O'BRIEN

Compromise

Consequences

Imagine 1

Imagine 2

Imagine 3

Anime:

CHOSO KAMO

Toxic

Somno

KISHIBE (csm)

Dad's Best Friend

Mentor

AKI HAYAKAWA

You can take it

Direct Instruction

DENJI

Somno

Direct Instruction

TOJI FUSHIGURO

Corrupt!Toji

TOGE INUMAKI

Brat Taming

Cursed Lips Sink Ships

YUUJI ITADORI

Pussydrunk!Yuuji

NANAMI KENTO

Corrupt!Nanami

Husband!Nanami

SUGURU GETO

Pervy Stepbro

Womanizer!Geto

Imagine 1

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

Mean

Virgin!Megumi

RYOMEN SUKUNA

Shh, Brat

SATORU GOJO

Body Swap part one part two

Feral!Satoru

Hush part one part two

Size Kink part two part three

Pussyeater!Satoru

Corrupt!Satoru

Pervyroomate!Satoru

Imagine 1

EREN JAEGER

Eren Coded 1

What Dreams Are Made Of

ARMIN ARTLERT

What Dreams Are Made Of

Headcanons & Imagines

Waxing: Toji/Nanami/Choso/Yuuji

Kink (1): Levi/Armin/Jean

NSFW ABC- Dating Both Boys: Satoru/Suguru

Something New- Titanic: Choso/Toji/Suguru

Brat Taming (1): Sukuna/Satoru

#black reader #all readers #daddy k!nk #submisive and breedable #creamp!e #marvel #mcu #nonfiction #peter parker x reader #spiderman x you #dylan o'brien imagine #chris evans imagine #steve rogers #jason momoa x reader #dylan obrien x reader #andy barber x black!reader #thor x black!reader #steve rogers x black!reader #dr. strange x reader #peter parker x black!reader #chris evans x black reader #sukuna x black reader #gojo x black reader #eren x black reader #armin x black reader #yuuji x black reader #gojo x black y/n #nanami kento x black reader #megumi x black reader

[sroop]

ineta (ii)

When Duncan does sleep, he dreams of green and something gold looking.

Pairing: Duncan Idaho x OC

Warnings: violence, light blood/gore

Summary: ineta is backed into a corner, and finds that duncan may hold the key to their survival.

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Ineta shrieks and collides against the jagged stone walls of the dungeon.

Why it was necessary to remind all that they were in an Harkonnen dungeon escaped her, as though it were possible to forget. Still, the ram hung over a bloody orange field leered at her. Red eyes and claws. She had thought it a real beast, pouncing on her for its latest victim. She lays a hand over her pounding heart. 

"Miss Ineta?"

Ineta curses her feeble nerves, and draws herself up to a more dignified pose on her own two feet to greet the guard. He's a tall, clean-shaven man only a few years older than her at most. Soft eyes, and a mouth twisted upwards in a curious smile. She eyes the crest on his breastplate warily.

"What are you doing here?" he asks kindly.

Ineta nods towards the cells.

"The Baron orders me to see to the newest prisoner. I am to ensure his survival for questioning," she says levelly. Ineta doesn't wait for him to respond to move past him. There's authority in her words for servants, but soldiers were hard to predict, being more under the command of the Baron and his nephew. It was best to move fast.

"Wait."

Ineta stops and feigns an impatient scowl.

The soldier looks at her with something akin to understanding in his face. She's reminded of the same expression she wears when letting off a slacking maid or clumsy server. "You'd best return quickly then, Miss Ineta. Before the Baron grows impatient." 

He gives a small smile and turns to face the other way. Ineta smiles back.

"Thank you, soldier."

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Duncan Idaho is clinging to the precipice of life. At least he still had all his fingers, he thinks. He inhales harshly at a more piercing pain at his cheek, jerking his head away. The pain is soothed by a soft hand. He's been a fighter for long enough to recognize the the pain as a needle and thread, and the soft hand as a nurse.

In the darkness, he can't quite see who's there, though he's uncertain the swelling over his eyes would have allowed him to see at all. He cracks his lips open from the seal of dried blood.

"Thank you."

"You need to save your breath," comes the firm reply. He recognizes the voice immediately as the girl who'd been at his most recent beating. Duncan tries to remember her features, but recalls only the green color of her skirt and something gold looking.

"You saved my life," he says suddenly. It sounds clumsy coming from a spurt of belabored breathing, no doubt tinged with the dank, prison air. But he feels the need to thank her almost oppressively. Briefly, he realizes this is because he is unsure he will ever get the chance to ever again, and stops himself from envisioning a painful death.

No, he must not lose hope. His hands clench in on themselves, only to be unfurled by her.

"Eat it, if you can," she murmurs. Its grainy texture implies bread, but his stomach flips stubbornly. Despite its protests, he brings it to his mouth and gnaws with determination. It hurts to move, to breath, to swallow, but he'd do it if it meant he'd survive to see the red hawk of House Atreides fly again. He just needed a few days. They couldn't be too far off from their next incursion into fortress territory.

He feels her return to work, cleaning and sewing open wounds quietly and quickly, experienced with pain.

"What's your name?" he asks. There's a beat before she answers, like she's considering if he's worth the trouble of replying. Or if he'd survive long enough for it to matter.

"Ineta," she finally says. "Miss Ineta to you."

Duncan chuckles, immediately regretting the burst of pain in his lungs he feels. He clutches his chest and rolls his head over on the stone slab of a cot they'd given him. The cell, from what little he'd seen, was nothing but a simple square, enclosed on all sides save for the barred entrance. What mattered more to him was the corridor leading into it.

One way in, one way out, from what he'd seen. It was nothing but a single, unending row of rotting prisoners.

"I'm glad you can still laugh," she says quietly. Duncan doesn't really hear. He imagines Atreides forces marching through, saving them.

"Duncan?" Ineta calls gently, shaking his shoulder. He must have worried her, going quiet like that. She touches his forehead and sighs at the temperature. "You'll be alright, if you don't get any worse. I'll try to come back whenever I can."

Try. Duncan grasps her wrist. She shouldn't try, not when he wouldn't need it. In fact, she shouldn't be anywhere near him after tonight. He rasps, but the words are sticky with blood and catch in his throat. Instead, he drags her close to him, ignoring the pain of her palm pressed against his chest in resistance.

"Get as far away as possible. You should run," he says. This is foolish, he knows, it is entirely possible that she, the cupbearer for the Harkonnens, would run to warn them. But Duncan has always trusted his heart. He tells her anyway. "Run far, far away. They may not spare you."

He can't see, but he hears her gasp and stumble away. It's comforting to him. At least one person would live either way, the girl who'd shown him mercy in the face of his captors. Captors he knew were cruel masters from his time as a slave here, though he wondered what her true place was with them. Servant? Favorite? Mistress?

Duncan sighs and brings the bread to his lips again.

Moments later, he hears a body crumpling to the floor somewhere. Duncan exhales sharply, filled with cold dread. He felt hot in his head, and cold everywhere else. Useless and weak. He clings to the thought of Ineta and the hope that she will survive, that if she may be brave then he'd do the same.

When Duncan does sleep, he dreams of green and something gold looking.

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This time, Ineta manages not to scream. The horror is nowhere less, nor the odor of blood. Distantly, she thinks that it's odd. That that poor, kind soldier, dead on the floor, was not bleeding. And yet, it seemed the world stank of bloodshed.

She cannot tear her eyes from his, even when the Baron chortles.

"Poor boy, that one," he says in a sickly soft tone. "Lied for you, dear Ineta. Died for you, too."

The Baron huffs impatiently. "What is it about you? That my useless son should sire a useless girl, out of some servant on a hellhole of a planet. But that you are the one that they listen to." He looks at her intently, as though to discern meaning from her face. "Why do you inspire devotion?"

Ineta feels that she has nothing in her throat but reeds, snapping in harsh wind and making some eerie screeching of its own volition. She clutches her mouth to try to stop the sounds, but nothing does. She cries and cries, shaking her head.

"I admit, even in myself, I thought you were the best of us however lowly your birth. But this can be forgiven."

"No. No, no, no," she whispers. She could control herself. She really should, but what's the point now? The Baron knows that she was here against implied orders. It was less than what she'd seen him torture and kill for. No doubt, she shared the same, if not a worse, fate as that guard. Maybe the Baron would snap her neck too and be quick with it.

"Look at me," the Baron snaps.

He'd never seemed a more grotesque man than now to Ineta. He towered over her, perhaps triple her mass, with blood on his hands he seemed to relish in. Maybe it was the wine they drank, so dark and pungent it was that it might cause insatiable blood-thirst. It was her fault. She should not have come on some wild dream that she would do good, or that they might be able to escape. Now a man was dead, and she'd follow him.

"This is a predicament. But it seems you've made yourself pleasant to Duncan Idaho, I'd presume? My nephew is... not bright. But perhaps he was right? That Idaho is some lover of yours?" The Baron leaned over Ineta. "I might be motivated to forget this whole ordeal-" he says, gesturing to the body, "-if you were to produce viable information."

Ineta forces her hands from her face.

"Of course, my Lord." The compliance comes easily, after a lifetime of swallowing hard commands. This time though, her voice tremors. Deceit, she thinks, does not suit me.

"Good, it's settled then, dear girl. Leave, and not a word to Rabban or he will kill you both himself."

As Ineta flees, nearly running through the prison corridor where the Baron stood over his victim. She passes the banner of the red-eyed ram over its orange field. It had somehow become flat to her, and she does not pause to glance at it a second time.

Its power is lost. The real beasts, she realizes, are the Harkonnens. It would not matter if she gave in and extracted information, however vital, from Duncan. She was dead anyway, for the simple reason that she betrayed them. There was very little time to act, but she needed to see Duncan again as soon as possible.

Their lives depended on it.

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thanks for reading!

#duncan idaho #duncan idaho x female reader #duncan idaho x reader #duncan idaho imagine #duncan idaho x you #duncan idaho x y/n #dune #dune fanfiction #jason momoa characters #jason momoa #duncan idaho x OC

[caramelcleopatraa]

happy holidays lovelies 🫶🏾

i know i haven’t been posting as much as i should be, i’m so sorry about that 😭 i’ve just been taking some time to chill and relax. buuuut that doesn’t mean that i’m slacking! like i always say, i do be posting on @/fentyromxn on tiktok. here is a list of the things that are currently in the works right now <3

- SUIT & TIE PT.2 & PT.3

- Suguru Geto fluff imagine

- Pole dancer!Reader x Roman Reigns Smut

- Jason Momoa imagine ( haven’t decided if it was going to be smut or fluff )

- Baki Hanma imagine ( haven’t decided if it was going to be smut or fluff )

i’m not gonna promise that they’ll be out tomorrow but after i post this, i’m going straight to work! thank you all so much for enjoying these pieces that i’ve been writing 🫶🏾

~ your hippie author

#roman reigns #roman reigns x reader #roman reigns smut #carmenreigns #geto suguru x black reader #suguru x you #suguru x y/n #suguru fluff #jason momoa x reader #jason momoa #baki hanma x reader #baki hanma #baki headcanons #roman reigns x black reader #roman reigns x y/n #roman reigns x chubby reader #arthur curry #[ ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚✧･ﾟ: * the bankk ✧･ﾟ:* ˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ ] #inside caramel's mind 💭

[avatar-of-procrastination]

Hcs for leto finding out that you, his sister is in a relation with duncan?

YES!!! I love this prompt! Tysm anon.

A. N. : Also, i'm so so sorry it took so long to write this out. This has been in my drafts for like a month now

Warnings : a curse word?

(Gifs not mine)

You and Duncan pretty much hit off instantly.

You were like an advisor to your brother so you were hands on with every thing, from internal affairs to defense stratergies

You and Duncan especially bonded out of your love to prank Gurney. Oh the ways you two would get under his skin

Paul played a huge part in you two getting together too. With his uncanny ability to atttact trouble, you and Duncan were always with Paul

Your love for your neice only brought you closer to the hunk of a man and eventually you guys started dating.

Jessica knew ofcourse, the way you two would look at each other it was a miracle the entire country didn't parade it around

Paul also figured it out rather quickly.

Duncan was scared shittless to tell anything to the Duke.

I can totaly see the Ross reacting to Monica + Chandler thing playing out

"My best friend and my sister?? 😲😡🤬🔪"

"My best friend and my sister!! 😍🥰🥳💖"

But all jokes aside, he'd be very supportive of your relationship. When the two of you would get too lovey-dovey, he'd even send you on missions together because one more minute of seeing you eye fuck each other and he'd have to hurl himself out the window

Heres a link to the Ross scene, if you want!

Requests are open!

#duke leto atreides #x reader #duncan idaho #duke leto x reader #duke leto x you #leto x reader #leto atreides #duncan idaho x reader #oscar isaac #jason momoa #dune movie #dune #dune fanfiction #dune x reader #dune part one #dune 2021 #paul atreides #lady jessica #gurney halleck #duncan idaho x fem!reader #duke leto x fem!reader #leto atreides x you #leto atreides x reader #house atreides #fem reader

[lokilickedme]

The gigantic male glanced across at me and tilted his head.  I knew him, or knew of him to be more painfully precise, but Kaine knew him far better and the nasty history between the pair of them was absolutely something I wanted to see acknowledged before sides were chosen.  The Strada were infamous for making their minds up at the last second and allegiances meant jack shit to them.

This was a famous one.

“Baltho.”

The huge black wings shimmied for a second, the way a bird who’s just had a dust bath gives its wings a shake to throw off the last of the dirt.  Someone coughed.

“Kaine, you fucker.”

- The Magnussen Ultimatum (Book Two of The Othersider Wars - The Carmichael Addendum sequel), starting soon at Ao3 (after The Carmichael Addendum finishes uploading)

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#that time Baltho joined the battle for funsies #and nearly took out the entire team because Aiden's ramba tried to imprint on him #I love it when my characters jump from one story to another just because they want to #Baltho aren't you supposed to be in prison right now? #and where is Keene? #oh yeah you did that face thing again and Keene is in your cell wondering how you managed to do it again #Here And There X The Carmichael Addendum crossover #THE MAGNUSSEN UNTIMATUM #no spoilers because TCA isn't finished uploading at ao3 yet #and some of you haven't read the book #so this is all I'll say about the sequel for now #Baltho faceclaim - Tom Hiddleston #Kaine faceclaim - David Gandy #Fausto - Jason Momoa #Aiden - also Hiddleston lol #Original Stories

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Hold me Down - A Jason Momoa/Reader Smut Short.

Another honoured request, this time for @shamelesswombatengineer​!

Warnings - Smut below the cut, minors DNI!

Words - 348

With his mouth buried against the aqueous slick of your folds, your body jolts in response to his eager tongue, little ripples wracking you when you feel him push his long, thick fingers inside you, leaving you breathless as he glides them back and forth, tongue tracing tight flicks over your clit. Little pricks of pleasure patter down your spine, your inner walls in spasm, your voice breaking apart upon his name as you wail. You’re filled, sucked on and reeling, rushing towards the brink of a powerful undoing.

Glimmers shoot through you, a tingling rush, gilded in both ice and fire, your orgasm flooding your veins and leaving you fighting for breath, Jason kissing his way back up your trembling flesh, yanking himself out of his boxers, naked, hard and dying to spear your soaking centre just as much as you are to receive him.  

He pushes, spreading you around his thick cock, slipping in with a low moan that’s all grit, leaning forward to kiss you heatedly as he steers himself further into you, bottoming out and dragging back, his mouth moving to your neck. He evokes goosepimples beneath the press of his lips against your throat, both blooming with incandescence as your shudder against one another, bodies undulating in perfect sync as he fucks you deep and hard, but so, so slowly.  

Sparks crackle through you from the drag of his girth, igniting your veins as he adds a little speed to the pace, your nails flexing against his broad chest, your tender walls spreading around him as he drives forth into you with greater intent, hitting your summit until you cry out, his moan a low, beastly rumble. He always appreciates your ability to take him deep.

Your tremble before him, the blaze beginning to burn ferociously, his hands moving to your neck, pressing a little, drawing wails from your throat as tingles spread like thousands of tiny knives of pleasure throughout your veins. Oh, when he holds you down.

“You look so pretty with my hands around your neck.”

You feel it, too.  

#jason momoa #jason momoa smut #jason momoa drabble #jason momoa smut drabble #jason momoa x female reader #jason momoa x reader #jason momoa x you #jason momoa fanfiction #jason momoa fanfic #jason momoa fic #aquaman #aquaman fanfiction #aquaman fanfic #aquaman fic #aquaman smut #khal drogo #khal drogo smut #khal drogo fanfiction

[hiddenwritingsintheworld]

What’s the update on my alpha 😃😃I’m dyinggggg

Its coming I promise!! Im still working on the first chapter lol. Im shifting ideas into a prompt for this series but im struggling to find the right words in the right order for it xD

Writing is hard.

Plus this will be my first ever A/B/O series and I wanna do it right!

#K asks #K talks #K answers #Ask K #My Alpha #Declan harp x reader #Declan x you #declan harp x you #declan x reader #jason momoa #jason momoa x reader #jason momoa x you #jason momoa smut #Alpha!Declan Harp x Omega!Reader

[roanniom]

Just saw a video of jason momoa casually taking a scrunchie of his hand and tie his hair and while he dit it his shirt rode up and ughhh I'm thinking just hanging out w eddie and he does that like nothing and r mind just *blanks* *head empty just impure thots*

Ohhhhh anon.

Playing

Best friend!Eddie Munson x fem!reader

You know me and Eddie’s slutty little waist. I’m imagining you’re Eddie’s best friend, but that you’re actually the one who out-raunches him. Like you’re always cat calling him when he does that or slapping him on the ass when he bends down.

He always rolls his eyes and gives you his middle finger but then one day, as he’s putting his hair up and your eyes hone in on his exposed happy trail like clockwork, corners of your mouth curling lasciviously, Eddie snaps.

“You gonna actually put some bite behind that bark? Huh?” His eyebrow is raised in a challenge and your eyes widen.

“I didn’t say any—,”

“Save it, sweetheart,” he interrupts you with a roll of his eyes. “You’re always saying something. You’re always fucking with me.”

You let out a snort in response.

“I don’t dish anything you can’t take. Anything you don’t throw right back at me,” you challenge. Eddie’s face darkens.

“I don’t play with you the way you play with me.”

You get up and saunter over to his fridge to grab a beer.

“Alright, Eds. Whatever you say…”

As you grab the bottle, Eddie’s beside you, slamming the fridge door closed and pushing you up against it. You look up at him in surprise, your free hand flying to curl around his bicep.

“What the fuck are you—?”

Eddie plucks the beer from your hand, reaching over and cracking it against the counter edge so the cap goes flying. You feel a little chill from the spray of beer that comes from the aggressive action but your eyes don’t leave his face. He takes a deep gulp, allowing your eyes to take in the heavy swallow visible in his throat. Finishing the gulp, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before placing it at your waist.

“I’m doing what you literally did to me. On Friday.”

Shit. He’s right and you know it. You’d been slightly less aggressive with it, of course, but you had indeed pushed him up against the fridge and taken his beer from him. Going so far as to slip your finger into the band of his boxers where they peaked out from his jeans.

You had laughed at the way he’d frozen. You’d flounced back to the couch, not thinking twice about it.

But being on the other side of the same action had floored you. Eddie is right. He never played with you as intensely as you play with him. Feeling him large and heavy against you this time makes you feel things you’ve never felt before, your chest rising and falling as you watch him take another sip of beer.

You blink up at him dumbly. Eddie decides he likes this version of you. In spite of himself, he does love your bratty, antagonistic side of course, but this? Having you quiet and wide eyed and clinging to him? He’d happily take more of it.

Eddie leans forward till his cold lips are pressed to your ear, blowing hot air with every breath.

“Just what I thought. No bite.” After he says it, his teeth close gently around your ear lobe, sucking it into his mouth and making your entire body shiver. When he pulls away to look at you, you still say nothing and he chuckles. “Not even any bark this time, princess? Shame.”

He turns on his heel to return to the couch, fully at his leisure. Leaving you still reeling and leaning against the fridge trying to figure out what the fuck just happened.

~*~

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#eddie munson imagines #eddie munson thots #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson smut

[drewharrisonwriter]

Donor | Drabble | IG Official

Masterlist | Part 1 | Part 1.5 | Part 2 | Part 3

Pairings: Bestie Henry Cavill x OFC

A/N, Warnings: 18+, this is a drabble for my Henry Cavill fic Donor. English is not my first language. So they finally went IG official LOL

The sun hung low over the tranquil waters of the Amalfi Coast, casting a warm, golden glow across the picturesque landscape. You and Henry stood on a secluded balcony, the breathtaking beauty of the coast serving as the backdrop to a moment that had been a long time coming.

With a playful grin, Henry held up his phone, framing the two of you against the stunning vista. You chuckled as he adjusted the angle, his fingers deftly navigating the camera app.

"Are you sure about this, Hank?" you teased, though your heart raced with anticipation.

Henry glanced at you, his eyes dancing with mischief. "Absolutely. It's time, don't you think?"

You took a deep breath, your gaze shifting between Henry and the majestic scenery.

He was right – the time had come to share your love with the world after a little over a year of trying to avoid PDA. The world knows that you and Henry were best friends for so long that a new photo of you guys grabbing iced coffee in the morning with Kal or going on a night out with friends were not newsworthy anymore.

As he hit the capture button, he leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your lips. The warmth of the sun on your skin and the taste of his kiss were a perfect blend of sensations.

With the snap of the photo, the moment of you and Henry, against the backdrop of the Amalfi Coast, sharing a kiss that symbolized a journey that had brought you from the depths of friendship to the heights of love.

You both looked at the photo. It was good and you both exchanged a knowing smile.

"Ready to let the world in on our secret?" he asked, his voice a mix of excitement and tenderness.

You nodded, your heart full. "Absolutely."

With a tap of his finger, Henry uploaded the photo to his Instagram account, crafting a caption that was very simple: Finally with the love of my life.

Almost immediately, the response was overwhelming. Likes, comments, and shares flooded in as people from all corners of the world celebrated the news of your relationship. Heart emojis filled the comment section, along with well-wishes and declarations of support.

But the response didn't stop there. Almost instantly, your phones began to buzz with notifications – messages from your managers, industry friends, and colleagues. You both exchanged amused glances before checking the messages.

Your Manager: Well, it's about time! The internet is blowing up. Get ready for a wild ride!

Henry's Manager: Congratulations, you two! The world is losing its mind over this.

Emilia Clarke: Wait, is this real? You guys are amazing together!

Pedro Pascal: Finally admitting what we all knew? This is going to break the internet!

Jason Momoa: I'm demanding a double date ASAP to celebrate!

Laughter filled the air as you and Henry scrolled through the messages. It was amusing and heartwarming to see the outpouring of love and excitement from those who had been cheering you on from the sidelines.

As the sun dipped lower, casting a warm orange glow over the coast, you leaned into Henry's side, the weight of the moment sinking in.

"So…" You turned to face him. "Love of your life huh?" You teased, and he nodded with a shit-eating grin.

"Love of my life." He repeated as he leaned down to kiss you.

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[giveamadeuschohisownmovie]

The more I think about “Fast X” and Jason Momoa’s performance, the more I’m questioning the intent behind Dante Reyes’ character. While Jason was definitely the highlight of the movie, I’m a little torn in how he was presented. It’s not that the character was clearly meant to be queer-coded, it’s more that this is a queer-coded character in a “Fast and Furious” movie.

I wouldn’t really be having these thoughts if Jason’s character was the villain in something like “Thor: Love and Thunder”. But the F&F movies have always been rooted in this culture of masculinity. We can joke about “family” all we want, but we also need to acknowledge that maybe the reason why family keeps getting mentioned is because of the series’ insistence on pushing more “traditional” values.

Family units, men protecting their clans/families, strong men leading the way, emphasis on brotherhood, men sorting their issues out in fair fights (ex: Dom wasting his shotgun shell in favor of a fair duel with Deckard Shaw), emphasis on fatherhood, and so on. Just to be clear, this isn’t a criticism of those values, I’m just saying that this is what the franchise was built on.

So, again, there’s nothing wrong with Jason Momoa’s villain being this flamboyant, queer-coded person…on paper. In any other movie, he’d be fine. But in this particular franchise, it makes you question the intentions of the team behind the movie, especially since Dante Reyes was written to be the “anti-Dom” and the “antichrist of [Dom’s] Christ” (that’s exactly how the director described the character). So, the opposite of the franchise’s messiah-like protagonist is this crazy mass murderer who, for some reason, was queer-coded.

Did this character absolutely need to be portrayed in this way? Because it does feel that Dante Reyes was only portrayed in this way to contrast Dominic Toretto’s masculine, family man image, which feels a little wrong since that’s creating a connection with how Dante is as a person and his villainous actions.

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Jason Momoa

Characters

Arthur Curry | Aquaman

Forbidden Fruit - Arthur Curry x Reader Arthur has a crush on Bruce's younger sister, Y/n.

Baba Voss

Conan the Barbarian

Connor Slaughter

Duncan Idaho

The Sword Master and the Ward - Duncan Idaho x Atreides!Ward Reader Duncan Idaho, the Atreides sword master, starts an illicit affair with Duke Leto's ward.

We Made An Agreement - Paul Atreides x Reader x Duncan Idaho Y/n and Paul are married, both agreeing they can sleep with whomever they like. The reader finds comfort with Duncan. But Paul questions if the agreement works for him anymore.

Our Na-Baroness - Feyd-Rautha x Reader x Duncan Idaho The reader is arranged to marry Feyd, and her lover Duncan goes as her personal guard to keep her safe. When Feyd learns of the lover's relationship, he ensures everyone understands where they belong.

You will never lose me - Duncan Idaho x Reader Escaping from the attack on Arrakis, Y/n Atreides is reunited with Duncan Idaho and living amongst the Fremen in Sietch Tabr. While Paul and Jessica work with the Fremen about the Lisan-Al Giab prophecy, Y/n and Duncan grow closer, revealing hidden feelings for one another.

Khal Drogo

Declan Harp

Dante Reyes

Lavender Love - Dante Reyes x Reader Dante meets his love on a race track

Flip

Joe Braven

Big Jim

Phillip Kopus

Miami Man

Ray Cooper

Ronon Dex

Are you blushing because of me? - Ronon Dex x Reader Ronon loves making Y/n blush, even so much so it prompts him to reveal his feelings for her.

Sebastien (Witcher AU)

Coming soon

Wish I could see you - Baba Voss x Reader | coming soon

Daydream - Jason Mom x Reader | coming soon

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