#omg how did i draw it so seducing

[kaiserouo]

Machines wearing clothes is another level of sexiness.

Bonus:

#gaybriel be thinking #machine with no shirt < machine pulling its shirt up #omg how did i draw it so seducing #i'll never know #i didn't come to ultrakill for v1 but i'm having second thoughts #ultrakill #ultrakill v1 #v1 ultrakill #ultrakill gabriel #gabriel ultrakill #gabv1el #my art #(sorry i drew this kinda stuff i can't help it) #suggestive #(i guess i should use that tag)

[candyk0rn]

Cuddles : BG3

It’s been a while! I hope you’re all doing great, and I’m sorry for once more going on a forever break lol. But of course, Baldurs Gate 3 brainrot is so real

Before reading: Fluff, headcanons, Astarion, Lae’Zel, Gale, Shadowheart x reader (separate), gn reader

Astarion:

“Oh? I see you still can’t say no to my endless charm..”

At the beginning of the relationship, touches and prodding aren’t uncommon

Anything that can bring your attention to him

It takes a while and a lot of convincing from you that his somewhat risqué touches was not all that pleased you

And eventually he can even process that you don’t just love him for his body

Although hard for him to realize, with your help he can

So after your relationship has really blossomed and grown, his touches become softer, calmer, more intimate

Nights by the crackling fire, you in his lap, his hand massaging your nape

His fingers are dangerously cold against your skin, but there’s a sense of comfort that comes with the chill

Although he will brush off your reassurance as pitiful and unneeded..

Please reassure him omg

For the longest time, he will surely believe you are like all his other conquests,

Seduced by him and his charms

But just small whispers of love into his ear, your comforting touch against his skin

That’s enough for him.

Gale:

“Come with me, we shall rest under the stars tonight.”

I am of the firm believer that Gale is horribly touch-starved, poor man

Taken advantage of by his own Goddess, thinking that that is the best he would ever be able to do

Then when you come along, it all changed

His thoughts about himself seem to change, his standards seem to change, his love seems to change

He cares so much about you, he cannot help but think he is not worthy

That a cursed, unfaithful man as himself could never even breathe the same air as you

But all of his doubts and worries seem to melt away when you two hold one another underneath the stars

Your fingers lovingly combing through his hair as he rambles on about something he is passionate about

Wether it be a book, his expertise in magic, or Tara (lmao)

Others would shove him off as a show-off, annoying, etc

But you are so willing to hear him go on and on, that he can’t help but love you

His index finger instinctively draws shapes into your back when you hold each other

When he’s cuddled up with you, his worries that today might be his last don’t even cross his mind

He’s more worried about you, how you feel, if you’re comfortable

He doesn’t care if tonight is the last night he shall ever see you

He’d rather die tomorrow than live for an eternity never knowing you

Lae’Zel:

“Chk..I do not take part in worthless acts of intimacy.”

Lae’Zel is not much of a ‘cuddles’ person

Like at all…

She’d rather feel the thrill of battle with you, bathing in the blood of your enemies

Her way of loving is slaughtering anyone who even just looks at you the wrong way

But, if you’re particularly lucky, or especially down

She can’t help but..pity you

In her mind, it’s such a disgusting feeling. This ‘love’ makes her weak, but she cannot run from it no matter how much she tries

The most touch you’ll get from her will only occur in private

A hand perched protectively on your hip or waist

Her head slumped on your shoulder when you’re on watch for the night

acts like this, although small

It means so,so much from her

And she’ll kill you if you go telling Shadowheart about how ‘sweet’ she was being last night

Shadowheart:

“My love…ugh. I’m still not used to calling someone that.”

Shadowheart is lost when it comes to you

Not only is she horribly confused that you of all people would love her

She’s confused as to how she’s supposed to love you

Her entire life, for what she can remember, she’s never been shown comfort or remorse

If she did something wrong, she was punished

She doesn’t remember a single moment in her life when she was loved the way you love her

And although grateful, she feels unworthy

Hugs are common with her, of course in private, but common nonetheless

When she hold you in her arms, the pads of her fingers massage your back lovingly, worried if she lets go, you’ll flee

Let! Her! Play! With! Your! Hair! 🙏🏻

And please play with hers omg

At night, she’ll let her hair down and allow your hands to explore her long, black (or white) locks

Your touch sends shivers down her spine, a feeling she’s not used to, but craves so much

She truly hopes that you’ll never leave her, for now that she has tasted your touch,

She never wants that sensation to leave

Thanks for reading!

#x reader #fanfic #fyp #baldurs gate gale #baldur's gate 3 #Baldurs Gate #baldurs gate astarion #baldurs gate laezel #baldurs gate shadowheart #astarion x reader #shadowheart x reader #laezel x reader #Gale x reader #fluff #headcanons #Baldurs Gate headcanons #Baldurs Gate fanfic #candyk0rn #video game #x y/n #tav #Baldurs Gate tav #for you page

[queen-of-reptiles]

𝚂𝙰𝙵𝙴 𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙳𝚂

description: In which Olga Carmona's girlfriend bleeds red and white for Athletico, while Olga bleeds white and blue for Real. Both Madrid based, two lovers, two positions, two talents, two teams and one game.

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olga carmona x female reader

disclaimer: I am in no way saying Olga is gay or bi with this, remember it is all just fiction!

warnings: bad google translations as usual! a few rough words, angst and fluff!

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username5: In a recent interview Olga was asked about it, and said that y/n was for the rest of her life, football wasn't and she wasn't going to risk the best thing that has ever happened to her because of her job!

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username4: OMG that is so cute! 🥺

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username6: relationship like this now!! 💳💳

olgacarmona7: Maybeeeee... is it working? ☺️

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y/n: yes 🫶

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lola_gallardo1: um??? 🤨🤨

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y/n got no shame she's hot as shit 👍👍

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olgacarmona7: te amo baby <3

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In all honesty the game wasn't going too bad, they had defended well, y/n seemed to be having the game of her life having made four fantastic saves and the rest easy ones.

They were ten minutes from half time, and still at 0-0 if they could make it to half time with a draw, they could regroup and try again to sneak the win after half time.

Then Sonia made the tackle, Olga going down in the box and the referee's whistle echoed as she pointed at the spot. Sonia almost cried as the red card was shown at her.

y/n began talking to the ref, calmly, not denying the penalty but trying to revoke the red card, but it didn't work, she was told to set herself in goal.

y/n shut her eyes for a moment, breathing in and out as everyone got into place. Opening them, y/n was faced with her love, Olga's face was masked, cold as she prepared.

The whistle blew, one, two, three steps, shot. y/n darted to the side, her body pushing as she jumped, the powerful shot blocked by her hand which only just pushed it past the post on away for a corner.

The stadium erupted as the Real players gaped in shock, a save like that, well, a few of them even clapped in shock. y/n was piled on by her team, the group dragging her to her feet as they shouted in shock.

y/n let out a breath, a groan of relief as they prepared for the corner. The kick was cleared easily and soon enough they were walking into the tunnel, still at 0-0.

Olga's hand brushed her lover's, the pinkie's linking momentarily as they walked away from each other and back to their locker rooms.

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username1: HOLY SHIT 😱😱😱

username2: WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT SAVE? HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE? 😰😰😰

username3: y/n once again showing why she is Spain's no.1 goal keeper 🫠🫠

username4: I don't get that save??? How did she move so quick? How did she arch??

username5: LMAO the way some Real players clapped y/n's save was so funny, everyone was so impressed! 😂

username6: did anyone see Olga move to y/n as the halftime whistle blew?? CUTEEE 🥺

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The game was five minutes from time, and somehow the ten left on the pitch had been able to scrap a 1-1 draw currently, however, Olga's free kick on the edge of the box was yet to be taken.

The whistle blew and y/n watched the ball, her feet pushing as she jumped and pushed it over the goal, conceding a corner but once again making a fantastic save.

y/n was clapped on the back by her team as the corner was set and taken. y/n jumped gripping the ball as she fell to the ground, protecting it.

The crowd cheered again and y/n stood up, bouncing the ball twice before throwing it out, the whistle blowing seconds after. y/n fell to her knees in relief, the second half had been a lot of work for her.

With being a woman down, the Real team had not stopped or slowed, bringing wave after wave of attack which y/n was only just able to stop with her defenders.

"¡Bebé!" A voice called, Olga helping her girlfriend to her feet as she wrapped her arms around her.

y/n smiled into her girlfriend's hair, the smaller woman muttering praises as she pulled away and pouted her lips, wanting a kiss. y/n chuckled and ducked her her head, pecking Olga a few times.

The crowd cheered for their favourite couple who smiled as they pulled away, y/n wrapping an arm around her girlfriend's shoulders and Olga around her waist as they walked back to their teams.

"Esas salvadas fueron impresionantes, mi amor, hoy fuiste imparable." Olga tells her lover.

those saves were stunning my love, you were unstoppable today.

"Y aún así pudiste anotarme, siempre mi debilidad." y/n hummed, kissing her girlfriend's head.

and yet you were still able to score against me, always my weakness.

Olga smiled and pecked her girlfriend's lips once more, sighing happily as they moved to their separate teams, y/n being clapped on the back and handed the match ball.

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alexiaputellas: ¡El número uno de España! 😊😊

spain's number one

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I don't get how she moved like that???

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still not overly happy with this one i won’t lie but i CANNOT continue re-writing this lmaoooo

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Queenie xo

#social media woso #woso #woso x reader #woso x y/n #woso community #woso soccer #olga carmona #olga carmona x y/n #olga carmona x reader #olga carmona imagine #real madrid femenino #real madrid cf #real madrid women #athletico madrid #goalkeeper #football

[ryuichirou]

Replies

Today’s replies! Mostly related to some of the previously posted comics and drawings.

But starting with an ask that isn’t related to our stuff!

Anonymous asked:

Ryuichi, did you see Azul's new birthday card, Platinum Jacket?!

Yes! He looks great, especially the Groovy card qwq

To be honest, this year’s birthday set/theme isn’t the most exciting (I just really loved the broomquets), but Azul’s card is very good.

Anonymous asked:

"To the VDC group,

let me welcome you once more into the halls of our dorm. With your combined efforts and talents you will surely make our college shine at the VDC, and here at Ramshackle we're glad to be able to help you in any way we can. I must however bring to your attention some unseemly behaviour that... sorry, I can't keep this up anymore, so let's get to the point: please stop treating the dorm like some cheap themed love hotel.

I understand you all have your reasons, whether it's because you get frustrated thinking about your rival and need an outlet, or because you think sex will help you fix your broken marriage, or simply because you're too  much of a wimp to say no to Ace. I get that, but I can only tell Grim that this racket is the ghosts' fault so many times, and I really am not ready to give him the Talk... So please, have mercy...

The Prefect"

Do you think something like this might have happened?

(this ask and the next one are related to this comic)

LOL ANON this is exactly what would’ve happened, the only difference is that Vil is abstaining from sex until the whole thing is over, and if he can’t have sex, no one can. So Yuu shouldn’t even worry about confronting everyone about this, because Vil is going to do it for them lol Ace and Deuce specifically will get scolded for disrespecting the Prefect’s hospitality and acting so indecently.

Poor Deuce… he really can’t say no to Ace and now he’s getting scolded too 😔 So embarrassing.

Anonymous asked:

epel has to seduce the competition then

Let’s hope he absorbs all the unresolved sexual tension of his bandmates like a sponge and marinates in it until the day he sees Neige… wait, that wouldn’t work, it’ll just make Epel horny lol

Anonymous asked:

Your deuce look like a beautiful butch lesbian in that skirt and i love this so much. You're the only one who can get me to love how he looks fr fr

(this ask is related to this drawing)

Butch lesbian omg…

Aw come on Anon, it’s just Deuce being his adorable self, I can’t take credit for that~ He’s always cute!

Anonymous asked:

Idia in a short little skirt. Lilia probities him into it. Lilia will probably also randomly flip it up much to Idia’s horror.

If Lilia sees a skirt on a cute boy, he flips it. This is the rule. It’s his instinct, his nature, his philosophy.

Stay strong, Idia… His long-ass legs would look so nice if he wore a skirt. He really should. And then instantly get attacked by this pervy grandpa lol

Anonymous asked:

Have you and katsu ever heard of the new show "Hazbin Hotel"?  it's basically without spoiling anything a Musical Black comedy drama show that plays in Hell, and it has its dark moments. I figured you two might like it, so i would definitely recommend it.

We have heard of it! It’s pretty impossible to avoid right now lol, especially with all the jp artists suddenly getting into it and drawing a lot of amazing fanart. It’s very amusing to look at…

Thank you for recommending it to us, Anon! We’re not planning to watch it for now and aren’t really sure that it would click with us (if that makes sense), but we do like black comedy a lot + I’m glad the themes of the show made you think of us!

#replies

[isuckatwritingsobenice]

you’re genuienly one of my fav writers! may I request the seduce me brothers with an s/o that’s a vampire? or some other supernatural being?

AHH OMG AM I REALLY? THANK YOU SO MUCH THAT ACTUALLY MEANS SO MUCH TO ME OMG 😪😪🫶🫶 i love you forever, Thank you so much for your request!! I hope you enjoy it!! I also decided to include what type of vampire they are. EX: taking inspo from Draculara from Monsrer High, or the Cullens in Twilight!

Warnings: death, blood drinking, implied smut,

Navigation!!! // Masterlist!!!

James:

You’re a regular vampire ( Dracula Coded )

He could sense it off of you, it was painfully obvious you were hungry

It was pretty dark out, and the club he was in was equally as dark

You don’t approach anyone, but others do approach you

You’re noticeably older, but not by much, maybe late 20’s early 30’s

In human years…

James decides to go over to you, what’s the worst that can happen? everything

Luckily for him you recognize that scent, and after a few drinks you’re both off to some cheap hotel room

It starts with a one night stand, one James usually doesn’t do, but you draw him in so easily it’s hard to resist

He doesn’t let you go, he refuses too

You two sneak off into small alleyways, hidden in the shadows where you’re safe

Usually if you ever go out it’s with an umbrella or long sleeve

rainy days with you are perfect for him >>

likes going to blood parties with you, which is just a fancy dance vampires have every few months

he’s seen you drink blood, he doesn’t partake in it, but he does feel better knowing you aren’t hungry

doesn’t condone you hunting humans but also doesn’t try very hard to stop you so ;)

Erick:

( Victorian Vampire )

Met at a demon ball

He was HOOKED when he saw you

He thought you were drinking wine until he saw how much it stained your lips and cup

He’s naturally flirty, and so are you

You two talk for hours about other worldly food is so much better than human food

He’s so sad when you leave :( but he gets excited when you appear in a library the next day

Cue him finding out you can travel through shadows and paintings ?!?!?!

Thinks it’s so cool and absolutely asks you out on a date

you go to a rave party when he watches you hunt

he’s in love

he helps you hide the body

he’s gonna marry you

Sam:

( Twillight based )

He met you on the bus …

not the most romantic but it was late at night and you were hungry

he watched you devour the bus driver

Of course you didn’t try to attack him but you acted like everything was normal afterwards

just casually started talking to him with blood all over you and he’s like ??? bitch wtf but like in a hot way

pulls the “ so you have plans later?” knowing damn well you don’t

you two end up having a one night stand, and the strength battle between you two is steamy ~

he does see you again though, it’s on his way home from work

he sees a dead body, he also sees you, he now sees nothing wrong and dismisses the complaints of noise, who ever knew? not him that’s for sure

you two hunt imps or animals a lot, you make a game out of it

he likes that you can be outside with him

shine bright like a diamond

Matthew:

( Draculara coded )

met at a bakery

you wanted a cupcake and Matthew asked if you needed help with balancing the cupcake and holding your umbrella together

it’s 80 degrees out

when you hand him the umbrella you step in the shade, and he follows slightly

you make small talk with him and he tells you he’s on the hunt to try all the bakery’s in the city to find the best cupcakes

you tell him the best bakery burnt down in 1857 and he’s like … come again?

he knew you weren’t human but vampire was not what he was expecting

panicked and thought you were gonna bite him

you did not bite him

he likes that you’re vegan though

at least you two can eat together, as long as it’s inside and not with a lot of sunlight through the windows

probably the most cautious about blood being around you

Damien:

( psychic vampire )

he actually loves that you can communicate telepathically

you also help with his headaches which he really appreciates

you two met under a bridge

he saw you kill someone and was like um… no thank you !!

but he did decide to give you a chance, he’s seen enough death one by a pretty vampire wouldn’t hurt

probably cuts himself on purpose for you

you don’t take the blood because you know it wasn’t an accident

he calms your bad behavior sometimes, messing with people’s minds and stuff

you help get rid of his mind reading powers

he loves you forever >>

#seduce me sam x reader #seduce me the otome #damien seduce me #seduce me damien #matthew seduce me #seduce me erik #seduce me sam #seduce me otome #seduce me james #seduce me #seduce me the otome x reader #isuckatwritingsobenice

[miku-meeku]

Ooop you had a Voltage phase~~ Now you gotta spill the games you played👀👀

i thought these ones were kinda neat compared to the other games

also is it really playing if i dont even have money to buy the stories so i just kept reading the prologue over and over again

i mean, i did manage to read some free ones they gave out (and i think i read some stories on yt before)

anws, i won 300 coins for drawing this thing before and won 3rd place lawl (but now i lost the coins cuz voltage inc sux for making ur account get restricted if ur not active for a year smh)

kota is my favorite if its not obvious from my very very OLD POST from when my tumblr used to be a garbage can

my kidself is kringe (did you know kota is voiced by natsuki hanae kyaa)

also theres this game that i used to be obsessed with playing from voltage too (but they shut it down so that makes me...i hate voltage inc bro)

bro i just realised now they shut it down a few weeks after i got into dol, thats nice ig

anws enough of that sobbing from voltage inc being shit like usual, guess my favorite liar character

did you know mf has the same bday as kota

listen chat, i just think hes really neat-

JUST LOOK AT THIS OLD 2019 ART HAHAHAHAHAHA

MY SHIP NAME FOR HIM AND MIKU WAS MIZUSA HELPPP IM KRINGINGGGG

omg now i suddenly remembered, my last art of azu was from 2021 and it was this drawing w childe

if its really not obvious during my liar phase, i was pretty obsessed with azu, i love azu sm (i would scurry thru my old books for liar arts of me and azu kyaa but id rather not cuz it was kinda kringe and id rather not die of embarrassment)

.....maybe just a lil bit..... (bro this was from 2017 good lord)

ight i yap too much, i was gonna start yapping how i had ocs for every single voltage inc game i "played"

you only get these three cuz im gonna be here all day if i blabber about everyone

my forged wedding, seduced in the sleepless city, dreamy days in west tokyo

for some reason, i have a lot of aoi doodles tho

ft other voltage inc ocs who are the same age as her (17 year old mfs)

and here u get old uncover the truth mc (aka miku, literally me) from 2021

to her recent drip in 2023

its just adult miku basically

ight im done fr this time, i yap too much

#asks #very sane meeku behaviour #voltage inc #as much as i hate voltage inc... #...i do admit i was in them phases as a kid bro... #still am sadly #its nice to finally ramble abt voltage inc to someone tho since i had no one to ramble these things to cuz #no one plays voltage inc honestly dies

[cagedinreality]

Ep 7

"Learn to love yourself" ????? Really Sand? Really?

We all knew the "dad" is not gonna care about Ray's wellbeing.

You know... every time i see these characters have huge apartments, living by themselves... i wish it could be a reality for me lmao...

Omg Cheum has lines, would you look at that

Here we go..... Boston's downfall

NO NO NO IM NOT READY FOR BOSTONNICK NO NO....,

but then again they will reconcile since they go skating in that new MV 🥲

I wanna see boston cry so bad

I CAN'T WATCH THIS GUUUYS

I keep pausing it every 2 seconds i cant...

I can't believe i actually pity Top

Are they gonna talk about Ray calling Sand a whore orrr

They could've at least pretended Ray took off his underwear too..

HERE COMES THE SHIT STIRRER

FUCK HIM UP MEW

Not Ton having his tits out

He still isn't taking it seriously ofc... he has some balls to show his face I wouldn't be able to if i did that lmao

He picked you first did he....what are you a toy to be picked? An apple from a tree? Learn some self respect boy...

Of course.... the whole thing with Boston is that he wants to be wanted... but he sabotages himself lmao

Can he even punch him properly in the water lol

They gonna drown each other lmao

How did Sand destroy your happiness when you decided to record him yourself lmao

Fuuuck this hurtssss

Wait its actually kinda cool Too can draw, he's a designer right? He doesn't look like an artsy type at all

NICK DON'T BE FUCKING STUPID

NOT DRAKE PLAYING A CREEP WITH HIDDEN CAMERAS I CANT

Mew you......not the seducing...

So much for self respect...

Not gonna lie i eas hoping for more bottom Boston content

That's right....you should beg for it...what goes around comes around

I absolutely don't support Mew in any shape or form btw lmao

NOT TOP LOOKING LIKE SHIT LAKAJAHSHSHSH

Fuuuck noooo

I'm sorry guys i really am but i don't like mewray

What I don't understand is...we know Ray likes Sand and Ray knows he likes Sand....why is he so hung up on Mew...

Of course Sand is there to see it all...

NEXT WEEK IS GONNA BE A FUCKING MESS

not that this isn't but....it always seems like next week is gonna be worse

#ofts #only friends #only friends the series #ep 7

[j-ellyfish]

I just saw your spaus week about the demon and the priest. So spain is clueless that he is pact with demon that make him horni? And demon austria is piss off that spain ignoring him?

Imagine if spain so clueless why he is horni all the time and wake up with wet bed 🤭

It's funny that you ask me today of all days because this morning I randomly thought about that AU again without checking Tumblr first xD

I was actually tempted to write a fanfic out of that Demon/Priest AU, I started it but then I didn't have enough time to actually plan it out properly so I settled for that drawing.

Not sure if I'll ever actually write that fic, tbh ... But I'm gonna copy-paste here at the end of the post the beginning that I had written!!

Omg, yes Spain would be so clueless xDD Like, it'd blatant to most people that Roderich is a demon trying to seduce him, but Antonio assumes the most innocent explanation out of every clue lol

If he feels horni so much more easily now and even wakes up with a wet bed, first thing he'd assume it's just that he got some illness, or that maybe he's not as fit for a priest as he thought. He'd feel guilty over it but wouldn't figure out right away what the actual reason is.

The mysterious man who showed up one day near his church out of nowhere and seems to be so eager to meet and talk to him everyday?? Nah, that must just be some random guy admiring him as a priest and considering the clerical path as well. Definitely not a demon in disguise. No, nope, not at all!~

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[So here's the beginning/prologue of the Demon/Priest!AU Spaus that I wrote back then]:

Coming down the dusty path that led to the church, Antonio did what he did any other day and gave a look to his right and to his left, before continuing his march.

He had the prayers book in his hand, with his index finger stuck between two pages to keep track of the ones he'd recite during the next Mass, and a big childish smile plastered on his face as always.

He was twenty-five, still freshly out of his religious studies and already in charge of his own parish, after the old priest who had been teaching him the job died in unfortunate circumstances about one year ago.

As the church became clearer in front of him, he also noticed a young man struggling to fill a bucket at the near fountain.

"Do you need help?", he asked after rushing to him, as Antonio's love to help others had been a known fact and virtue ever since he was a little child.

The stranger took his sweet time before turning in Antonio's direction, and deep down the priest wished he didn't.

His skin was pale and delicate, in stark contrast with dark, carefully styled hair. His lips looked rosy, maybe a little too rosy and smooth for a man, and a tiny mole rested just beneath his mouth, on the right corner.

That had to be the most handsome young man Antonio had ever seen.

"Ha ... But if you do, you'll end up soaking that little book you're carrying", he pointed out, and even his voice was the sweetest he had ever heard, like a thousands nightingales chirping to the rainbow at the same time.

"Don't worry! I'll just put it in here for a moment!", he put the prayers book in his pocket and held the bucket below the water spray, keeping it in place until it was full and heavy, "Is your place far from here? Do you want me to carry it there for you?"

"No, no need to", the man turned in the direction of the flowers that adorned the edges of the churchyard. They looked terribly dry, almost dying. - how weird, Antonio thought, he could swear he had watered them no earlier than last night, "I just wanted to water those flowers over there"

"We can water them together, if you want."

"It'd be my pleasure." The mysterious man's smile had turned somewhat weird, excited in a way Antonio couldn't really understand. Did he love plants this much?

Once the flowers were watered properly, the priest handed the empty bucket to the other man.

"Thank you for your help.", he thanked politely.

"Don't mention it! Thank you for having noticed they were dry ... How weird though, I thought I had watered them last night." The Spanish priest observed while looking around. Despite having been so dry until ten minutes earlier, they were now back looking as colourful and healthy as they can get. He didn't know flowers reacted to water that quickly. They truly were a gift of God!

"Oh, you're the one in charge of these flowers?"

"Yes! I'm the parish priest!", he answered proudly, nodding at his church a few meters away, past the churchyard, "my name is Antonio", he added, offering the stranger his hand to shake.

"Those clothes sort of gave it away ...", he chuckled softly, shaking the hand before him lightly, "enchanted. Roderich."

His handshake was like nothing Antonio had ever experimented before, and he had shaken quite a number of hands in the past. It felt firm like a man's, yet soft and alluring like a woman's. For a moment, he could've sworn that a ray of sunlight had hit right against Roderich's left eye, making his iris almost glow. After what felt like eternity, Antonio managed to shake the thought away, like waking up from a particularly clingy dream, "Roderich," he repeated with a nod, "that's a nice name, where are you from?"

"From far away," he almost cut him off, laughing lightly, "so far away you'd think it's another world."

The priest laughed as well, not really putting much thought on it. He was pretty fun, he hoped to see him again at Mass. Maybe Roderich could help him water the flowers from now on, he could indeed use some help with it.

"You must excuse me now, it's pretty late and I must get back." Roderich explained, suddenly in a hurry.

"Oh, okay!", Antonio stared at him as he walked away with his bucket - wait, the bucket wasn't his!

He called out to tell him, but the stranger didn't hear him. He tried to follow him, but suddenly he was gone, no idea what direction he took.

Antonio walked back to his churchyard.

Oh ...

The bucket was actually below the water fountain, where Antonio had left it last night.

The stranger must've placed it back where it belonged while the Spaniard was not looking, or was too absorbed in thought. That's for the best.

He shrugged and walked into his church.

He put a hand in his pocket to pick up his prayers book.

Oh, weird ...

It must've been the other pocket.

He put his hand in the other pocket but there was just an old candy he kept forgetting to throw away.

He rummaged again in both pockets.

No success.

Maybe it had accidentally fallen on the ground while he was watering the flowers with Roderich.

He went back and inspected the surroundings.

It was nowhere to be found.

Oh well ...

Antonio felt bad, but his day moved on. He had a Mass to prepare, and activities to organize, and money to administrate.

Nonetheless, in the back of his mind, the image of the stranger kept appearing like the flame of a candle dancing in the night.

#ask #spaus #aph spain #aph austria #hetalia #ary writes stuff #ary spoke #I actually wrote the last bit today but it was like 80% written back then I just completed it now bc I hate leaving things ending abruptly

[ghost-of-luna]

for you to write a little smutty post!

how about some blasphemy kink with a side of somno? (idk i’m curious)

omg I haven't gotten to write a blasphemy kink post yet *cracks knuckles* let's goooo!

This is gonna be a long one, I'll put it under a cut. 😘

You’ve never questioned why it is that I quietly exit the room when you pray your rosary, flicking through the beads, your Our Father’s and Hail Mary’s mumbled softly under your breath. You’re devout and it’s admirable, but it provokes this tiny stabbing jealousy within me. You’ve never been a preachy type, you never try to bring me to mass or discuss your religion with me. I’m neither offended nor relieved, for if you did, it would simply bring me humor in the moment to oblige and attend a service. Internally joking to myself that the church ought to burn when I set foot inside it.

You see, I’m so much older than your church. I’m older than the worship of your messiah, and I won’t invalidate him, nor your God with a capital G. But you see, love. I’ve grown jealous. The worship should be mine.

I seduce you slowly, with red wine and perfumed incense, a dozen lit candles. As I touch you, you marvel at how exquisite my fingers feel on your skin, unlike anything you’ve felt, and when I bring my mouth to yours, you lose the ability to think. You’re getting drunk off of me, and I feel how you sink deeper and deeper into my embrace. You make an unknowing mistake, a whispered “Jesus Christ” as I take your nipple in my mouth, and I give your pussy a soft smack. You cry out in surprise, feeling the echo of my blow tingling through you, and I tell you, “wrong. Me. your god can’t do this, can he?” I take your nipple in my mouth again, swirling with my tongue, sliding my fingers into your wet pussy. You moan louder for me, arching into me, gasping. “Can your god make you feel like this?”

Your brain is hazy with the pleasure, you don’t hardly know how to respond. “Pray to me, sweet thing. Pray to me for more.” I slide my fingers in and out of you slowly, so slowly, stroking the spot inside of you where you need me most, knowing just where it is.

“Please,” You whisper and moan. “please, please..”

“Goddess.” I supply for you as you search your silly little pleasure-drunk brain for language.

“Please, goddess, please.”

“Please what, little whore?” I quicken my pace just a bit, pumping my fingers in and out of you faster. “Do you want to cum, sweetheart? Is that what you want?” I fuck you harder, grinding my fingers into you hard and fast. “I know, it feels so good, doesn’t it?” I lick down your stomach, pausing at your hips to bite and suck softly, licking my way down to your thighs. You’re so dizzy with how good my fingers feel that you hardly feel me draw blood as my teeth sink into your thigh. I feel you tightening, clenching around my fingers, and I pull them out of you, leaving you empty and whining. You look up at me, desperate and confused, needy.

“Renounce your god, sweetheart, and I might let you cum for me. You only cum in my name, I don’t ever want to hear the name of your god leave your lips when you’re writhing in ecstasy ever again. You will praise me when I’m pleasuring you. You will praise me when anyone pleasures you. You’re mine now, pretty thing.”

You seem to not understand what is happening yet, you just look at me dumbly, and I begin to fuck you again, fingers working in and out of you, and you start to arch into me, grinding back into my fingers. I give your clit a slow lick and you pant and gasp and cry out, thrusting up towards my mouth for more. I stop again.

“Renounce your god. I’ll give you exactly what you want, everything you’ve ever wanted, if you just renounce your god and come to me.”

“P-Please. Goddess. Please.”

I thrust my fingers into you again, give you another lick. You moan. I stop after that. “Please what, love?”

You pant and whimper. “I re-renounce. I renounce my G-God. Pleaseplease, goddess.”

I swirl my tongue tantalizingly around your clit and you clench on my fingers. I don’t continue. “Devote yourself to me. Say it, love.”

“I-“ I lick your clit again, teasingly, stopping only to let you feel the warmth of my breath on your aching, wet pussy, my fingers still inside of you. Your pussy flutters, clenching on my fingers again, and I smile as you whine, trying to form the phrase. “I dev-devote myself to you.” I pump my fingers in and out slowly as you gasp, your climax so close, just guiding you along this edge for me.

“What a good little servant. You’re mine now, do you understand? You’ll serve me as I see fit.” I continue fucking you, pressing my fingers against that spot inside of you, massaging it and coaxing you higher, watching you pathetically writhe and moan, grabbing at the blanket beneath you.

I remove my fingers from you before you can cum, leaving you once again empty and desperate. I tell you that you won’t be getting any more tonight. That was your initiation, little servant. Now you’re mine to toy with as I please.

I let you drift off to sleep that evening, only to wake you with my fingers pushing into your mouth. You sleepily suck my fingers like a good servant, before I pull them from your mouth and listen to you whine with confusion. “Feels so good to be filled by a godd, doesn’t it? You just want me to fill your holes, don’t you?” I kiss down your body once more, licking your thighs, you moaning sleepily. I close my lips over your clit, sucking and licking greedily. You gasp, and I greedily eat your pussy. You’re so sensitive from my ministrations earlier that I bring you to your edge in no time, and you praise me immediately, begging, “please, goddess, please, I want to cum for you, pleasepleaseplease let me cum for you.” Your praise and begging is unprompted and I want to reward it, so I slide two fingers inside of you, pumping them in and out as I continue to suck on your clit, swirling my tongue, guiding you to cum all over my fingers. Good devotees get rewards.

#asks #👻 answers from beyond #anon #send me a kink from my kink list and i'll write a little smut for it 💕 #this is a long one #blasphemy and corruption

[seokjinsdisciple]

forbidden fruit - part one

mark x reader (literally all smut and completely self-indulgent)

mark is the epitome of innocence. pastor’s son and good christian boy. can he be tempted by the forbidden fruit?

UNEDITED

if you see this and you know me. inreal life, no you didn’t 

word count: 3.8k (blame red wine me)

warnings: language, fingering, choking kinda? (mark chokes himself), mutual masturbation, mommy kink, handjob, sub mark, blowjob, mentions of virginity and religion, uh wet dreams, sex toys, probably more lmk what i missed

You had met Mark 3 years ago in your church’s youth group. You never really liked church if you were honest, finding the whole thing rather stupid. However, Mark made coming to church very worth it. He was your age, the pastor’s son and probably the most handsome boy in your small town. 

You spent your high school years pining after the boy. Your hormones were out of control and associating all horniness with his face. A real problem when you had to spend hours with him at church. 

You ran into him one day on your campus your freshman year, his face lighting up as the two of you made small talk. You talked pretty regularly after that, becoming closer than you had been before, and when the two of you moved in together you thought all of your wet dreams were about to come true. 

At least until Mark drunkenly confessed to you one night that he was “like totally a virgin, dude.” 

The two of you were giggling messes, too many bottles of empty soju surrounding where you sat on the floor. Mark’s cheeks were deep red seconds after the words came out of his mouth. 

“Yo, I can’t believe I just said that, omg,” he said, hands covering his face as his ears reddened. 

“It’s ok, Mark,” you giggled, pulling his hands off of his face, “I kinda figured you were.”

You hadn’t, but you didn’t want him to feel embarrassed, and you certainly didn’t want him to stop talking about it. 

“Really?” he asked, a hopeful look on his face, “are you too?”

“No,” you giggled, hands covering your own face now, Mark’s whine ringing out in your mostly empty living room. 

“This-uh,” Mark whispered, “Sorry if this is uh- a weird question and you totally don't have to answer if you don't want to dude, but what did it feel like?”

So you told him, you answered every question he had that night. And when the two of you drunkenly parted ways, it was with a stickiness between your legs and an obvious tent in his pants. And that was the start of your current relationship with Mark.

It had been awkward at first, after that night. But he had started asking you more and more questions. They started off innocently enough, like what kissing felt like. Yeah, he was that innocent. But the questions started getting more and more sexual, and it was getting harder and harder to control yourself around him. 

You found yourself starting off simply at first. Changing what you wore around the house. It began by you wearing shorter and shorter pj bottoms. And then by wearing tops that gradually increased in sheerness, until you started just wearing oversized t-shirts. Losing pieces of underwear as you went.

Yeah, you were trying to seduce him. But who could blame you? Mark was the center of your wet dreams, and he had been so since the start of 8th grade. So who were you to deny his request?

It had been a regular Tuesday, classes attended and dinner shared when a blushing Mark had turned to you on the couch. 

“Something has been happening to me,” he confessed, his bright pink cheeks enough to make you soften. 

“Are you ok?” you had asked, completely convinced that he had never approached any topic like this before with you. 

“It’s just-,” he started, glancing nervously to the clasped hands in his lap, “I’ve been thinking about all the answers you’ve given me about...sex and all that. And well everytime that happens, I get this...heat in my abdomen. And no matter what I can’t make it go away.”

“Mark-,” you breathed out, glancing swiftly down to where, sure enough, there was a tent in his pants, “Are you talking about being horny?”

“I don’t- I don’t know what you mean,” he whispered, flushing an (impossibly) deeper shade of pink. 

“Oh sweetheart,” you whispered, “Are you feeling the heat in your abdomen now?”

You smiled gently as he nodded shyly back at you. Encouraging him with your facial expression as you hummed in acknowledgement.

“This is called being horny, Mark.” you spoke, much more calmly and clearly than you thought possible because of the heat tickling your own lower half. “What do you normally do when you feel this way?”

“I-I don’t normally do anything,” Mark admitted, eyes flicking up to yours for just a moment before settling back to his own clasped hands, “I just try to distract myself until it goes away.”

“Oh you poor thing,” you whispered, drawing your hand up to Mark’s face and caressing it gently, “Have you ever made yourself cum, Mark?”

Mark looked up at you again, confusion on his brow as he shook his head, “I don’t know-know what you mean.”

“You’re such a sweet angel,” you said, “Would you like me to show you how you can make it go away?”

Mark’s eyes connected with yours, and finally, they stayed there. He looked deep in thought, but before you could rush to apologize and hurry back to your room, he spoke.

“You can make it go away?” he asked hesitantly, and god did you want to ruin him on the spot. Wrap your lips around him and make him curse the lord he so deeply believed in. But you held back. The last thing you wanted to do was scare him away. 

“I can show you,” you spoke slowly, “if you want me to.”

“I think I might like that,” he whispered, the bob of his adams apple making you grow damp between your thighs. There was just something about Mark that made you insatiably hungry. And not for a meal. 

You scooted closer to him on the couch, ignoring the thumping of your heart and the wetness between your legs as you spoke, “I’m gonna tell you what you need to do. And you’re gonna listen, aren't you, baby?”

Mark’s eyes widened as he gulped, but he still nodded his head. You felt a little bad for how nervous he seemed, considering how excited you were. 

“Are you sure you want to do this?” You asked, analyzing his face closely. When he nodded you just tutted at him, “I need words, Mark.”

“Yeah,” he spoke, “I really want to do this.”

“Okay,” you smiled gently at him, “I want you to start by letting your hands explore. Touch everywhere, slowly, and find what feels best for you, Mark.”

You watched intently as he slowly brought his hand up to his neck, letting his fingers hesitantly dance across his skin. His eyes shot to yours when he shuddered, unable to stop himself. 

“Is-is that good?” he asked, whining as he dropped his hand to his chest. 

“You’re doing so good, Mark,” you encouraged, hesitantly placing your hand on his thigh, “Is it ok if I touch you like this?”

Mark nodded so quickly you almost laughed, the blush dusting his cheeks almost as cute as the way he squirmed under your grasp. His breathing increased as you crept your fingers slowly up his thigh. You let your hand rest on his hip, splaying your fingers so close to his dick but so far away.

“You’re- you’re making it worse,” he stuttered out, letting out a shocked moan as his fingers brushed over his nipple.

“No, baby,” you smirked at him, “I’m making it better.”

Mark’s cock jumped in his sweats, his blush deepening as he let out another quiet moan, “I- I like it when you call me that.”

“Hmm,” you hummed, “I’m glad you like being called baby, it suits you.”

His breath hitched as you dipped a finger beneath the band of his sweats, letting it rest there. You smiled when his hands met yours, grabbing his pants and tugging them off. You almost moaned as his glistening red cock slapped his stomach. He hadn’t been wearing underwear. 

“What do I do now?” he whispered, eyes blown out with lust and hair perfectly tousled. 

You let your finger trail up to where a bead of precum rested on the head of his dick. You watched as his face scrunched in pleasure, breath knocked out of him as you swirled the wetness around the tip. 

“Make sure your hand is wet enough,” you said, spitting into your hand, smirking as Mark’s eyes shot open at the noise, flickering down to where your hand was hovering over his cock. 

You watched as he swallowed, his own fingers curling into the couch as he said, “Will you please touch me now?”

“How could I say no when my baby asks so nicely,” you said, eyes never leaving his face as you finally wrapped a hand around his length. 

Mark was a sight to behold. Sweat glistened on his forehead as you wrapped your hand tightly around his cock. The guttural moan he let out was enough to have you cumming in your pants, but you held strong. Well as strong as you could as he clung onto your form. You dragged your hand slowly up his length, thumb flicking over the head of his cock as he groaned into your shoulder. 

You felt on top of the world, Mark’s pleasure the direct response to every flick of your wrist. You barely recognized him. Whining, needy mess as he mewled into your shoulder. 

“Mo-mommy,” he whimpered, hands quickly finding your core, “Can I touch you too?”

Who were you to deny your polite boy, quickly and ungracefully shoving your panties to the side to give Mark an easier access to your heat. You’d be lying if you said the term mommy had no effect on you. In fact, you were dripping at this point, just one look at Mark enough to make your pussy throb in need. Not that you would tell him that. 

“Baby,” you said quietly, guiding Mark’s over-enthusiastic hand to your clit, “right here, keep rubbing in circles.”

“Yes, mommy,” he whimpered, shoving his reddened face into your shoulder as your wrist moved quicker up and down his length. 

“Good boy,” you groaned, squirming where you sat on the couch as Mark slipped a finger into your dripping cunt. 

You were getting each other off at an inhuman pace, the two of you squirming and wiggling where you sat. The pleasure of it all too much to take. This was Mark’s first time feeling any contact on his cock, and you’d be lying if you said you never dreamed of Mark’s fingers pumping into you at the pace they were now. 

This was the definition of a wet dream, for both of you. And as you came with his fingers reaching a place in you no one else had reached before, you were determined to make Mark cum. 

You flicked your thumb around the head of his cock, watching with half lidded eyes as he shuddered. He was putty in your hands, and there was no way in hell that he would ever be able to touch himself the way you were touching him now. And you didn’t care. The only thing you cared about in this moment was throwing him off the edge with you. Corrupting that sweet little church boy the only way you knew how. 

It was with a satisfying grin and an earth-shattering moan from Mark as you watched cum spurt from him. Eyes scrunched in pleasure as his entire body shook with a feeling he had never experienced before. An orgasm. 

You watched in wonder as he clung onto you. Sweat dripped from his forehead as he threw his head back on the couch. You watched as his cock twitched as rope after rope of cum sprung from him, years of pent up pleasure finally releasing at your hands. You had never felt more powerful in that moment. 

You parted that night with a sweet kiss to his lips after cleaning him up. Boneless Mark even more pliable than before, and as much as you hated yourself for it, you couldn’t stop thinking about what you could do to a sleepy Mark. That night there was no awkwardness between you. 

That, of course, changed as time passed, both of you ignoring the mutual pleasure you had achieved by the other's hand. You ignored any feelings you had, whether it be attraction or lust. Mark deliberately avoided you, and as much as you hated to admit it, but you avoided him too. 

You were convinced the two of you would never recover from this, from your experimentation with each other's bodies. At least until he burst into your room one Sunday afternoon, notably after his father’s church service, with a question and burning cheeks. 

“Have you ever given a blowjob?” he asked, the door to your bedroom swinging into the wall with a loud bang that neither of you could hear. 

“Mark?” you asked, putting your laptop to the side as you looked quizzically up at him.

“I watched one..porn video about it last week and I haven't been able to focus since.”

“You watch porn now?” you asked, raising a critical eyebrow as you looked him up and down.

“I-, no” Mark stuttered, face flushing an impossibly deeper shade of red, “yes, what about it?”

“You sound sure of yourself,” you teased, “come sit.”

“Never mind-”Mark rushed out, turning away from you and hurrying towards your open door. 

“Sit, Mark. Now please,” you spoke, dominance in your tone as you watched his body language change. 

You smiled softly to yourself as he shuffled to your bed, sitting on the edge and avoiding your gaze. 

“Did you have a question for me, baby?”

You almost laughed as he sighed, body immediately relaxing at the nickname he had told you he loved so much. 

“I was just wondering,” he said, glancing up at you and losing his confidence, “haveyouevergivenablowjob?”

“What was that? I couldn’t quite catch that, Mark,” you said, knowing glance as you watched his lips form into a perfect pout.

“Are you really gonna make me ask again,” he whispered, looking down from where his eyes previously met yours. 

“Yes, baby, I am.”

You grasped his hand as he whined, squeezing his palm slightly as he pouted up at you. 

“Have you ever given a blowjob?” he whispered, eyes glancing to every corner of the room to avoid your gaze. 

“I have.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle as his eyes met yours curiously. Fingers playing with your comforter as you watched the wheels turning in his brain. You were begging him to ask, practically groveling for him to say the words that would fuel the corruption kink you had solely for Mark. 

“Can you…” Mark started, scotting subconsciously closer to you, “can you give me one?”

“Well that depends on you, Mark. Do you think you deserve my mouth?”

You watched with bated breath as he nodded, a tent already fully formed in his pants as the conversation went on.

“What makes you think you deserve it, huh? You’ve been ignoring me for weeks, Mark. After Mommy made you feel so good. You ignored me, and now I find out you’ve been watching porn. Being such a naughty boy. Doesn’t really seem right to give you my mouth.”

You had him now, hook line and sinker. He was trapped, listening to every one of your words, waiting with bated breath as you made up your mind. 

“I- I’ve never felt it before, Mommy. I promise I’ll be better next time. I’ll do better next time. Just please suck me off,” he begged, filthy words dripping from his mouth in desperation. 

“I’m ruining you, Mark,” you whispered, “Absolutely destroying your sweet innocence. What about your God, Mark? Would he want you to beg for my mouth like you just did?”

“I-,” he started, quieting as you pushed a finger towards his lips. 

“It’s ok, baby. I’ll make you worship that God of yours in a way you didn’t even know was possible. 

You steadied his shaking body as you switched him places on your bed. Sitting in front of him in your disgustingly dirty pj top and messy bun as he laid in front of you. You tugged his pants down, licking your lips in want as his cock slapped his stomach. 

You wanted this just as much as he did, evident by your drool and dirty thoughts. You hadn’t noticed his sizable length before, too focused on all of the other unbelievable things that had happened before wrapping your hand around his cock. You took it all in now, the glory of Mark’s cock, pulsing red and so incredibly hard in need. If he hadn’t whimpered you would’ve stared at this beautiful sight for hours. But he was needy and so were you. So you wrapped your mouth around him. And dear God was Mark a sight to behold.

He had stars in his eyes as your tongue ran up the length of his cock. He could barely contain himself as his hips bucked up into your mouth. Politeness leaving his body as he followed his craving for pleasure. 

Within seconds his hands were in your hair. Tugging as you worked your mouth over his sensitive length. He was barely holding it together, and the second you reached the bottom of his cock, he cursed. 

His hips were itching to move, you could feel the way they bucked ever so slightly as you took him. Your hands grasped his thigh tightly as he unintentionally pushed your head down. You were taking as much as he gave you, and as he whined in pleasure you couldn’t help  A second later he wasn’t touching you anymore, eyes wide when you glanced up at him. 

“So-sorry,” he whispered, for what you weren’t sure. 

“What’s wrong, Mark?” you asked gently. 

“I should go,” he said, face paling as he scooted further away from you on the bed, “This isn’t right.”

You stood up quickly, sitting beside him and cupping his face in your hands, “Mark you can go if you want to, I won’t stop you. But do you really think something that felt so good could be bad?”

“I-I don’t know,” he whispered, shying away from your touch, “I’m going to the library.”

He stood up quickly, half tripping as he tried to pull his pants back up, fumbling with himself and the door as he tried to leave. 

“Mark,” you called out to him, waiting until he turned to meet your gaze before continuing, “It’s ok that you aren’t ready yet. But I’m always here if you have more questions.”

He nodded at you, “Thank you, for understanding,” blush returning to his cheeks as he spoke, “I feel comfortable around you, Yn.”

He closed the door after he left, and while your Sunday afternoon was spent attached to a vibrator, you were glad Mark had felt comfortable enough with you to tell you that he wasn’t comfortable. 

Maybe you had pushed him too far, and as much as it killed you, you were glad he was taking his time. If your baby wasn’t ready to go any further than handjobs, then that was that. He was too innocent to be corrupted, which is what made corrupting him all the better. 

Yes, Mark had been full of curiosity and questions. But you were the one who wasn’t ready for the question he asked next.

#mark smut #mark angst #mark fluff #mark fanfic #mark lee smut #mark lee angst #mark lee fluff #mark lee fanfic #mark tuan smut #mark tuan angst #mark tuan fluff #mark tuan fanfic #this i wrote with mark lee in mind but its hot either way

[kakakakashi]

Darling!! I just really want to say thank you for ALL your UCHIHA hcs!! They’re absolutely delicious!! Anyway I know your super busy but if you have time may I prettyyyyy pls maketh a small request for kinktober?? A pregnant sex hc with all our fav uchihas? I just can’t get enough of your Uchiha breeding kink TM 😂 I love your work! Stay Cherrylicious! ❤️🍒

You are cherrylicious, fam! 🍒 Lol, thanks. My hcs aren’t delicious, though. The Uchiha are… At least Shisui is. The further I get in with the story, the more I’ll be able to add. Personally, I’m not doing kinktober just because I’ve got too much on my plate rn, but lbr, I never need an excuse to be nasty. I’m just gonna be gross 365 days a year. My kinkiness isn’t limited to a month. You can’t get enough? Lol, neither can they. Motherfuckin Uchiha. Anyway…

*NSFW under the cut*

Itachi

This man gets so soft for you when he sees you doing domestic shit when you’re pregnant, and he just remembers how much he adores you.

You’re doing something as simple as drying the dishes while he washes, and as soon as the two of you are done, he just kisses you so sweetly and passionately.

You can’t deny him kisses when he looks at you like you hung the stars in the sky.

Do you start it? Does he start it? Nobody knows.

You’re already being carried to the bedroom, so he can make slow, sweet love to you.  

He literally worships you, paying extra attention to your bump because he can’t believe that you’ve got his kid in there.

He plays with your breasts a lot too, and it feels so good.

Will insist that you lay back and let him take care of you.

Believe me, you will not lift a finger. This dork is not having it. Like, you’re already doing so much for him, he just wants to make you feel so good.

He’ll eat you out until you’ve come at least twice just from his tongue and fingers before he even thinks about putting his dick in you.

And he takes it slow, like I said. He just wants to pamper you.

He makes sure you’re in the most comfortable position possible while he’s languidly thrusting in and out of you.

It’s all very soothing and relaxing.

When you come the third time, it rolls over you in slow, undulating waves, and he works you through it with fluid motions that have your body feeling like you’re floating.

After you come down, he’s on the verge of following you, your walls spasming and contracting around him and encouraging his hips to stutter while he moans, and his eyes roll back.

You’re both fuckin spent, and your entire body’s tingly.

Itachi just gently kissed everywhere across your skin while you stay connected for a bit, just cherishing each other.

Ugh, it’s so soft and good. It’s like your underwater.

Madara

He’s not necessarily actively interested in pregnant sex in my opinion.

Like, you’re already pregnant. His job is done. He’s gonna go fight Hashirama until you have the kid.

Then, he’ll fuck another one into you.

So, if you want it, you’re gonna have to seduce him.

Given, it’s not that hard. Just get him jealous or just sit on his lap while he’s reading and start grinding on him.

He’ll eventually put down whatever he was reading.  

He’ll also definitely make you get off on his thigh before he fucks you.

He’ll also make you take off all your clothes while he’s still completely clothed.

He likes the look of your bump while you pleasure yourself on his thigh.

He’s just going to watch you while you take what you need because you’re so desperate for him.

Like, you’ve already got his baby inside you, and it’s still not enough for you?

Then he’s gonna make you ride him right there on the couch.

He’ll make you beg for it first, though.

Your legs will be exhausted, but it’ll totally be worth it.

He’s going to allow you to control the pace for once just because he doesn’t want to hurt the baby.

He basically just sits and makes you do all the work for once.

And once he’s done, he’ll carry you to your bed and clean you up because you’re carrying an Uchiha, and you deserve to be taken care of for that, no matter how rough around the edges he is.  

Obito

Pregnancy hormones are a bitch sometimes.

And let me tell you, you are so fucking horny, and he’s not even close to complaining.

There’s this one comedian who did a show about having a kid… and I just can’t get it out of my head rn because I feel like there’s this one part… that’s just… the epitome of being pregnant with Obito’s kid, but anyway.

“It’s like having sex with Space Mountain!”

If you know what this is from, let’s be friends.

So literally, anytime you’re feeling horny, just go for it.

It’s so good for him, like… he didn’t have a pregnancy kink until you got pregnant because the sex is just that fucking good.

Just, all the magical contractions and positions and shit.

And every time, you’re blowing his mind, and he’s blowing yours.

It’s very sloppy and hot, but he still tries his best to be gentle with you.

He loves experimenting with positions, and he definitely wants to incorporate some of them into your sex life after the pregnancy

He will literally do anything you ask. You make the rules in the bedroom when you’re pregnant. The only thing he won’t do is something that could potentially harm you or the baby.

He loves how your tits get bigger, and he loves to play with them when you guys fuck.

Lots of nipple play. Oops.

He always kisses your belly after when he gets all soft and cuddly. He’ll also talk to the baby while you’re lying down together.

Sasuke

He can’t wait for you to give birth, so he can put another one in you. Like, he’s counting down the days until your due date because he wants to restore his clan have a big family, okay?

Nobody dies here.

But like… sometimes, he just sees you, and his brain goes to his dick.

The man has no self-control in all honesty. Like… *gestures to the entirety of Naruto*

Anyway, he’s like “the love of my life carrying my child must not be touched by anyone,” but then his dick gets hard, and he’s like “... except me... to please them.”

So, he’s gonna give you that slow broody sex that he’s too into because the boy is Dramatique™ .

And I mean, are you really complaining when he’s fucking you nice and slow, letting you really feel everything in your overly sensitive state?

The answer is no.

He’s another one that will do his best to make you comfortable before he starts, but he does it quietly.

And as he gets closer, his pace picks up until it’s more moderate than slow.

And he’s gonna tell you that he can’t wait for you to have your baby so he can knock you up again.

Especially because it’s so good.

And you cum pulling his hair and crying his name.

He’s just living for it all, and the breeding kink comes out, and he’s just kind of a mess.

Sasuke is another one that will be like “You’re already pregnant with my child, and you’re still begging me to cum in you?”

He will, though.

And he’ll take whatever pours out on his fingers to push it back inside you.

Shisui

Nasty motherfucker gets turned on when you wear tighter clothes, and he sees your bump bulging underneath.

He’s like “Yeah, I did that. I put that baby in there.”

Omg, god forbid you wear something that makes the bump peek out.

He also kind of wants to make you feel really good because he knows your body is going through a lot making a whole other person.

He’ll insist you sit on his face even more than usual.

With all the contractions and sensitivity, the man’s gonna fuck you every chance he gets.

He also thinks your pregnancy glow is really sexy.

Like, if you’re even the slightest bit horny, he’s got you on your back on the nearest surface.

He just really wants to please you all the time because you’re carrying his baby. Like… he just thinks the sun shines out your ass.

On days where you’re both off, he always tries to convince you to just stay home all day.

He just wants to snuggle and talk and make love all day because he wants you to be pampered in your state.

Some days you let him, and you just take your time with each other.

He’ll make you sit on his face, and when you try to return the favor, he just stops you because “don’t worry about it. We have all day, love.”

And the whole day is just bathed in this ethereal golden glow while he draws countless moans and sighs out of you.

He’s also gonna kiss everywhere on your body, especially your bump.

He knows that body insecurities can come with pregnancy, but he wants to quiet those fears before they even have the chance to develop.

It’s literally all about you. It’s so fucking sweet, and this dork is just wonderful.

OMG, but your kid 100% has his lil dimples. K thx byee.

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[writeblrfantasy]

descriptions of the acogs crew

in a bout of inspiration and procrastination last night, i wrote descriptions of the five acogs characters in a style that speaks to my heart. these were SO fun to write omg

nikolai:

Skin pale like desert sand, hair black as the night, eyes blue as the Pelia, flowing robes that melt into the shadows with only hints of Urkonic plum to bring them out. Nikolai has been the subject of many paintings, many more poems, even more various works of art.

He has risen from nothing, as they all do, to luxury and power, bringing with him an unconscious air of the inexplicable magic that stems from the Staarenclock. From the cerulean diadem that drips from his hair while he sprawls on his throne, to the shining black paint on his fingernails, to the jewelry that rests on his neck, he attracts, he seduces, disappoints.

He’s never tried, and until he was queen, he never noticed. When he did, it became a tool to sate his momentary desires, a temporary fix for his long term ache, a way of fooling people. No one believes a pretty queen is capable of anything.

Good.

saige:

Make no mistake: Saige Heket is a king from head to toe, from morning to night, from dreams to waking hours to the nightmares of her enemies. Bushy brown hair is a statement, brown skin is covered in scars that prove her battle prowess, brown eyes can harden with hate as quickly as they can soften with love.

Impeccably pressed and cleaned trousers and jackets show dignity, a polished sword and a clean scabbard going into battle show diligence. She is no ratty, uncoordinated soldier. After winning in a ring against eight other children, she started a war with purpose, with a fire burning in her heart, and she has never backed down from a fight.

Crossbow comes easily to her as sword, which comes easily as breathing, which comes easily as checking over her shoulder. Saige Heket is a fierce, endless fire of emotion—rage or compassion or resentment, she stokes the hearth of her heart with her sword.

asma:

Asma al-Baz brings gold to mind. The golden pin on her green headscarf is her crown, golden brown skin remains unbroken, carefully protected and hidden under silk sleeves. Light brown eyes contain flecks of gold, reflect the gold she craves.

She does not need height or tall shoes to make up for it when she can freeze a man in his tracks with just a look, do whatever she likes with him at a word. The only one she serves is her god, but she has promised she’ll serve her people with the gold they give her. She’ll build them new cities and archways and monuments mimicking the ones from golden centuries before, she says, she’ll use flecks of gold in the paintings she plans to hang in the buildings.

Asma is a statue herself, made of gold, unreal, above humanity and her people. But gold is soft, no matter how cold, and eventually it will melt.

kayani:

The king of Tel Cairis hides themself in many ways, but opens small windows for those willing to squint. A metal on their green jacket one day, a ribbon the next, showing their accomplishments and earnings. Not to brag, not to establish their right to be king, just for self-assurance. A well needed boost.

They don’t care about fixing their dark hair, forever in a state of disarray, usually a sign of a sleepless night’s work. Clothes in Cairic tan and green and brown are worn for practicality, not style. Eight months of the year, when Kayani is away gathering resources for their people to survive, each jacket and pair of trousers is the same.

Their boots are forever coated with desert dust. Light brown skin scars badly on the inevitable slips or training cuts, but warm eyes like the coffee they love offer kindness to anyone seeking it.

katya:

Katya Rodi Vassil has always been taught not to command a room, so she did the opposite. When she walks into the sunken in gambling dens of dim light and darker characters, flowing orange hair like a river of fire, eyes cold and sharp like dying grass, and wire spectacles that could cut can do nothing but command a room.

No smile crosses her face when she sits down at the card tables, white folds strung over her shoulder and settling around her like the aftermath of a great storm. Plain, trimmed nails on fingers harsh and white pick up purple cards, her weapon of choice.

The eldest daughter of Actium doesn’t need to open her mouth to draw every eye, to receive breathless anticipation as she lays down card after card. A glimpse of a pale heel locked into a tan sandal strap is all you will see when she leaves to collect her payment, dragging the bright spotlight of the world with her.

Not yet a queen, a king, only a princess, but already bigger than all of them.

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[sunflowerdigs]

So, I did a little sarcastic-y review from the salt mines for RNM 3x09. Warnings for excessive sodium content, Maribel mourning, a desire to recycle cardboard, and, of course, Malex opinions. Without further ado:

- Every time Michael smiles I forget for like 5 whole seconds how much I hate that Malex keeps me shackled to this show. Too cute that he brought Alex lunch (and probably hoped he could sneak a glimpse of him) and they're going on their first date (omg omg omg).❤❤❤❤❤

- Kyle should yell at people more. Starting with his garbage friends who left him in a barn without proper triage or jello cups while he was in a coma (why didn't they just keep him at DS if he's having appointments there anyway? Nevermind... ). Alas, he's starting his understandable rage tour with Uncle Edgelord, who, naturally, makes a dramatic statement and tries to leave. I am so glad Kyle called him on that.

- Delmanes would be cute if Greg didn't have the personality of cardboard. They've created a character who is actually only here to remind us of how special and amazing Maria is. Turns out that's not super interesting. And it's so painfully obvious that it's a pair-your-spares situation. I really wish they'd just give her Kyle, he has the patience of a saint. Anyway, Isobel's pigtails are cute af (rip my Isobel/Maria/Kyle heart - I would have taken Isobel interrupting Delmanes and Heather's post with pigtails today as signs if not for genetics).

- Anatsa and Isobel's development seems to have taken place completely off-screen, like everything else gay on this show, so I'm guessing it's gonna stick. Honestly...I guess this is controversial but Isobel and Maria have really good chemistry and a history. I know their bond is supposed to read "sibling" but it doesn't for me. And rather than waste time watching them flirt with these one-note (ah, Greg chimes in right on time with a convenient line any rando could have delivered) LIs, I'd much rather see them get closer. The whole related thing has thrown a wrench into it for me. That said, it's nice to watch a woman be encouraged to go after another woman. 🎉

- Alex the sci-fi/fantasy nerd figuring out immediately that the hallucination is his own subconscious is 100% legit. Much like Kyle not letting his uncle pull a classic tall-dark-and-broody exit, I appreciate Alex's 4th-wall break moment.

- Not Max and Liz proving that discussions about s2 drama can occur on Roswell New Mexico?! What? Must be a straight thing. Lucky them.

- Isobel is actually acting a lot like Sherlock Holmes when he's on a case, from the wardrobe to the focus, and it's hot. Also, totally believable that Isobel would be able to pull up that pod from under the ice because we know she's been training even if it didn't happen onscreen. Because she told us. Just a suggestion.

- I love the idea of Jim Valenti as a double-agent, but I don't see how Eduardo thought he could keep Kyle safe by never knowing him. It feels like there's a lot more here Eduardo isn't saying.

- It wasn't a sister-fight that Maria and Isobel had, but whatever (no one got physically shoved or brought up a horrifying memory from 100000 years ago to shove in someone's face in public - doesn't count).

- Also, why would you waste a glass by throwing it into the fireplace? Wouldn't it just explode back in your face? Man, the show is trying so hard with Maria and Greg, I want to give them some kind of romance-novel award for effort (but not success).

- Not Liz and Max showing us that it's possible to move forward by discussing your past mistakes like adults instead of pretending they didn't happen!? What? Must be a straight thing. Lucky them.

- Draw a line on the bottle? No way, Valenti, he obviously wants you to chuck that whole thing straight into the fire in a fit of passion to prove that his words had an emotional impact.

- Also, Kyle wins the prize for this episode for that speech to Uncle Edgelord. Everyone go home. When do I get a Kyle and Alex spin-off where they travel the world, defying sci-fi tropes and seducing beautiful men and women?

- Not Liz and Max talking loudly about aliens while breaking and entering! This one is actually very believable, I take it back.

- It was idiotic of Liz to trust Heath. And Echo keep having this same fight because MAX IS RIGHT BUT THE SHOW WON'T LET HIM BE. Which is so obnoxious. I would forgive Liz for almost any sin (like, idk, getting a better romantic storyline because she's straight) because she's gorgeous and smart and tough and I wanna go live with her and her mad scientist energy on a deserted island somewhere. But she's being real dumb rn.

- I love the t-shirt and if Vlambase doesn't sell one I will. But he couldn't have held up a radio and blasted some Barry White? I feel like that would have cleared everyone but Alex put of the building real fast. Also, what is time on Roswell NM? Was Alex just setting the alarm every so often for kicks? Does Eduardo really not check in on staff who are working with dangerous technology for days on end? Also, why is this entire plot happening over a single goddamn episode instead of two or more so that we can really feel Alex wasting away under the machine's influence? The reason this twist is at all surprising is also the entire plot's undoing - Alex's demeanor wasn't exactly one of a man obsessed (or an addict, tbh) in his last scene.

- Anyway, back to Rizzoli and Isles. I definitely am always super excited to hear the details of my sister's sex life. All the time. That is totally a sister thing except where it's really not. Do any of these writers actually have a sister? I feel like they must because the Michael/Max/Isobel sibling chemistry is always bang on but Maribel is just...flirty lady city. Oh, and look, the beard just showed up with coffee to cockblock - it really is R&I!

- Back to Alex's plot line, which, much like Isobel's coffee, is Express To-Go. He's become haggard and worn in the time it's taken Michael's mom to find a cute sweater in the void. Seriously, we wasted like 3 whole episodes where Alex was presumably sitting in DS twiddling his thumbs and now he's being worn down by the machine in a single episode? Why didn't this plot start back in episode 3 or 4? Like...look, I don't come on here to be an asshole. But I just really hope they're taking note of what worked this season and what didn't because HOLY PACING FIASCO BATMAN. Just because you're giving us Malex doesn't mean everything else can just be hot garbage (not the acting, Taylor's doing his best to sell this). Also, when did Alex put his leg back on? I have so many questions but they aren't the good kind, so Michael better ride in soon and save this mess.

- Regarding what Nora is saying, it's fine, it makes sense but the zero build up makes it completely ineffective. Alex is afraid he doesn't love enough - it would have been nice to see that over several episodes instead of just being told in a burst of sudden exposition but, you know. Nice straight things we can't have, I guess.

- If Michael and Alex want their relationship to "purr" they could, idk, talk through their past misunderstandings like people in relationships do. Or the show could keep throwing exposition bombs at them, idek.

- Are those empty toilet paper rolls inside the machine? I knew the CW was budget but come on...

- And we finally get the Heath connection and it's to our brand new trope-y character, Wise Old Black Man Dallas. It's surprising but only because the 4th alien didn't exist before this episode. So, good job.

Overall, not the worst episode of RNM ever. I only wondered why I watch this show maybe 3 times this episode. And Michael's enthusiasm for Alex was adorable.

#malex #roswell new mexico #review #rnm spoilers #3x09

[author-morgan]

The reader being jealous yes pleaseee☺️

Here you are nonny, hope you don’t mind that I took things to the more lemony side. [also I assumed this one was tied to the ask “Omg plz write more about alexios”]

Alexios x fem!Reader

THE LAST TIME Aristophanes hosted a symposium, it ended in disaster —for you at least. One of the playwrights spilled wine all over your favorite dress and the courtesans refused to let Alexios be even after they’d seen him enter the party with you on his arm. You left the party upset and perhaps even mildly jealous. Tonight though, you’d take your own portion of sweet vengeance. 

It’s a scarlet peplos with an untraditional neckline that dips down past your sternum and has golden chains to hold the sides together at your hips that you know will add fuel to the ongoing war of teasing you and Alexios have declared on one another. He steps into the room and swallows hard when he sees the dress. “You’re wearing that tonight?” Alexios asks, voice suddenly parched. 

“I am,” you remark turning away from the looking glass, tossing two braided ropes of hair over your shoulder. “Do you like it?” The question is innocent enough, but the intentions behind it less so. He’s always been touchy and with an ensemble this revealing you know it will be a struggle for him.  

His bottom lip is between his teeth as he takes in the divine sight before him. “Yeah,” Alexios rasps, rubbing the back of his neck and diverting his gaze to the bare stone wall, “that’s the problem.” Your lips kink as you pass him, motioning for him to follow along —it was rude to show up late after all. 

Sokrates and Euripides are quick to draw Alexios into a conversation and Alkibiades takes to you. You’ve known Allie since the two of you were children, always getting into trouble and creating more headaches for Perikles. Alkibiades can tell by the look that you’re up to something. 

“You look ravishing tonight,” he remarks with a teasing simper, eyes quickly darting down the length of your body. He’d entertained the thought of seducing you in the past, but he couldn’t —you’ve been a sister to him for so many years. “Is this because of what Damalia did at the last gathering?” He questions, one eyebrow raised. 

“Am I that predictable?” You query in return. Allie laughs, handing you a cup of wine. 

“Xanthippe mentioned she wanted to speak with you–” he takes a long drag from his own cup of wine and watches as your eyes flit over to Alexios “–don’t worry, I’ll keep an eye on the competition, myself included.” You roll your eyes and give Allie a nod of thanks before joining Sokrates' wife in a private room off the courtyard. 

Taking your leave of the gossiping ladies after some time, you spot Alexios lounging in a corner —tired of the conversation. You take a seat next to him on a floor cushion, swinging your legs across his lap deciding this is a good time to push the bounds of his patience. He knows the glint in your eyes all too well. Ignoring the look of warning, you lay a hand on his thigh, unwittingly rubbing circles over the taut muscle with your thumb. Your hand slides up his thigh a little more and a budding hint of satisfaction grows when he shifts, spreading his legs a fraction wider. “Behave,” Alexios hisses, gripping onto your wrist before your hand can move any farther. 

Leaning in, you press your lips against the juncture of his jaw and ear. “Why don’t you make me?” You challenge, kissing his jaw. 

His grip on your wrist tightens and his other hand moves to rest on your lower back. “Don’t tempt me, love,” Alexios responds his own gaze darkening. Taking a chance, you kiss him —knowing no one in the room would be paying attention to the two of you, tucked in a dim corner. You bite down on his bottom lip and devour the rough groan torn from his throat. You pull back with a smile —you’ve won this round. 

Alexios grips onto your hand, practically dragging you out of the villa. He has you thrown over his shoulder by the time you reach your small home in Athens and a trice after that, he’s has you bare before him —the scarlet dress puddled around your ankles. Alexios surges forward, and takes your lips between his teeth, rolling his tongue over your bottom lip and then sucking. His hands slide down your back, cupping your bum for a moment before he hoists you into the air close to him until you’re sitting on his forearms with your legs nowhere to go but around his waist. Your hands bury themselves in his soft hair out of instinct. 

You barely register it when your back hits the softness of a pile of pillows and Alexios settles himself on top of you. When you reach for the pin holding his exomis up, he swats your hand away and sits back on his haunches. He always takes a moment to marvel at the sight of your bare, splayed out beneath him, but then he doffs himself of the exomis and loincloth. A small, smug smirk tugs on the corner of his lips as he puts together the pieces of the charade you’d played all night. “You’re jealous,” he concludes. 

The observations turn your cheeks a bright shade of red. “Am not,” you refute, too quickly and harshly to be true. He traces his fingertips over a line from your neck to navel, rolling his eyes. “Okay, fine,” you breathe, fighting the urge to cross your arms and pout. “I was jealous.”

Alexios nuzzles your neck, and you can feel the smile on his lips when he kisses the spot where your pulse is racing before drawing back to look at you. “You’ve nothing to worry about,” he whispers —bringing one of your hands to his chest, “my heart is yours and only yours.” But then he slides your hand down his abdomen, past his navel, and gives a wicked smirk when he cups his semi-hard cock and balls with your hand. “And so is this.”

He devours the soft laugh that leaves your lips at the statement. Your laugh turns into a sharp gasp when two fingers slide into your heat, curling deep within you. Alexios’ face contorts and breath catches when you wrap your hand around him —stroking until his cock is hard and pulsing within your hand. He rips your hand away and dips his head down, dragging the scruff of his chin over your breast before drawing a pebbled nipple between his teeth. 

Your fingers push through his hair again, holding him against you as his fingers work you the way Hephaestus works hot steel. “Alexios, I need you,” you choke when he presses his thumb into your clit. The soft plea is a siren’s song to his ears. There’ll be many more opportunities for him to take his time, but right now you need him, badly. 

Alexios’ fingers slip from your heat and he positions the head of his cock at your dripping slit, tracing over it with excruciating slowness until you’re covered in each other’s slick. He rests a finger on top of your clit, and then in a fluid motion, he buries himself to the hilt as he presses on your bundle of nerves. He relishes the noise it draws from your throat and the furrow of your brows —eyes half-lidded. 

He braces his weight on his forearms and seeks your lips with his own. You stay unmoving for a while, your cunt fluttering around him until you see Alexios’ restraint is hanging by a thread. You grind your hips, a silent signal for him to move within you, and soon you’re a breathy, writhing mess beneath him as he thrusts —first slowly— until his movements increase in speed, a crescendo you can also feel in your body. 

“Lexi,” you cry, hands digging into his biceps. He doesn’t cease his movements when he latches onto your breast, roughly biting and sucking until you’re whimpering soft cries and pleas and praises. His other hand caresses the curve of your hip and bum. Alexios' head falls forward and he can see his cock sliding in-and-out of your warmth, again and again, breasts bouncing with each thrust. 

You open your legs wider, beckoning him deeper and feel yourself coming close to the edge of release, the coiling of energy deep within your core, and you reach down to guide his fingers to your clit. And when his fingers begin their familiar rhythm, his lips crash onto yours, urgent, and your walls clench around him, toes curling, and heels pressing into the pillows scattered around. Alexios groans into your mouth. He presses harder against your clit and swallows the hoarse moan that spills from your lips, his lips moving in tight strokes but his resolve begins to slip. 

Alexios throws his head back, the tendons in his neck straining as his whole body shudders. He lazily thrusts into you, then stills, dropping back down to his forearms, sliding his softening cock out of your warmth —sweaty chests pressed together. You kiss the corner of his lips before he rolls onto his back, chest heaving and wearing a wide grin. “Are we even yet?” He asks with breathy laughter. 

“Maybe,” you muse, propping your chin upon his chest, running your fingers over the dark smattering of his chest hair. Alexios’ hand slides down your back, giving your bum a rough squeeze followed by a soft swat. You laugh softly, pushing forward and placing a short kiss to the tip of his nose. Yours and Alexios’ games are fun but tiring after some time. “How about you make breakfast in the morning, and we’ll call it even?” You suggest. 

He nods, smile never fading, and settles his lips on yours to seal the deal. Breaking apart with a contented sigh, Alexios slips one of his arms under you and drags you closer to him. He turns his head, lips ghosting across your forehead —his thumb rubbing soft lines over your shoulder blade. It’s in these moments you really feel like the luckiest woman in all Hellas. 

[tagging my fellow Alexios lovers @nemo-my-name-forevermore @levikra @nonelleke and @wallsarecrumbling, if you want to be added to my tag list drog a message in my inbox!]

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[ultravioletsoul]

Virgo Shaka x Reader - N/S/F/W Alphabet

Oh dear lawd, I’ve always found it a little (ok, terribly) difficult to imagine Shaka of all people in a romantic relationship. Out of the twelve gold saints, he’s probably the least likely to be in one. It was already too much effort for my brain to picture him holding hands with anyone, let alone expressing any interest in doing the do, but here I am… writing an adult post about him. 

I need to clarify that these headcanons are about Shaka post the Twelve Houses story arc. Honestly, he would have zero interest in anyone before that since he was a little of an arrogant and vain jerk or, if he did, he would be too proud to admit it because how can a god-like figure like him feel that way?? Ludicrous!

Anyways, yes, after the fight with Ikki (what an absolute mad lad that guy is, bless him), Shaka would be more open to the idea of a romantic relationship but I still feel it’d happen under some special circumstances. And he’s going to be a peculiar boyfriend.

This is a very belated birthday gift for an amazing friend because she loves Shaka, ever since I dragged her into Saint Seiya hell ♥♥. Forgive me if it’s terrible *le cri* 

Warnings: Sexual content. Possible OoC. Unbetaed. I have no idea how this happened. 

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex): 

Despite his serene appearance, how collected he acts around others, and the way he carefully reins in his emotions to the point he may come off as cold and detached, Shaka can be surprisingly caring and soft with you after an intimate session between the sheets.

Considering he would only do it with someone he deeply cares about and that it’s not a decision he’d take lightly (people just assumed he was asexual until they learned about you and then were confused as heck), you have to mean a lot to him.

So of course he wants to share the warm afterglow of lovemaking with you, lying together in complete bliss.

He may not be very talkative afterwards, but don’t take it as a sign he is troubled or displeased about something. Your most recent experience is still sinking in his mind and he’s not used to feeling so many strong emotions at once.

Little actions such as playing with your hair, kissing your forehead, letting you snuggle against him, or draping a protective arm around you to bring you closer, are ways in which he would show his affection.

He’d also like to make sure you’re both clean and refreshed before a good night’s rest so don’t be upset if he scoops you up in his arms and takes you straight for a warm bath. 

Just let him pamper you while he’s in the mood for some touching and cuddling ;)

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s):

Not actually a favorite part of his body, but he likes it when you gently run your fingers or place feathery kisses across his abdomen. If you tease him and “innocently” draw closer to his cock, he’s going to have hard time resisting you (no pun intended :v) and may turn the tables on you.

Shaka loves everything about you but his favorite part of your body would be your eyes because of the beauty of soul he sees in them. 

As a saint who fights to for Athena and justice, he knows there is evil in this world but you are a lotus flower growing in the mud. And it’s because of people like you why the goddess he serves believes humanity is worth saving.

He can easily get lost in them when he’s making love. It’s one of the few times he wouldn’t want to close his eyes and he would gently encourage you not to break eye contact either. He loves gazing into the depths of your soul as you both reach new heights of pleasure in each other’s arms.

Nothing but that moment with you matters to him. When you’re two alone in that room, you’re the only deity he worships in mind, body and soul.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically):

Sorry to break it to you guys, but Shaka wouldn’t do cum play or anything of the like.

He’d actually be weirded out if you even suggested the idea to him, and he wouldn’t understand what’s so attractive or exciting about it.

He’s a guy who has always been meticulous and methodical in everything he does given the teachings he’s received from his mentor (the Buddha :o). As someone who has engaged in lots of meditation to clear his mind from fears and doubts, personal hygiene and cleanliness are important to him, so he would prefer to keep the mess to a minimum if possible. So no, he isn’t in a hurry to see you doing stuff with his semen.

Shaka likes coming inside you. It’s the only place he ever wants to be when he makes love to you.

It’s a wonderful, intimate moment and he would hold you tightly against him as your souls mesh together into a single being.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs):

It has never interested him before but, after starting a relationship with you, out of curiosity, he might have read some texts on the subject of erotic love. It was for science, tho!

Now now, of course he isn’t oblivious to the intimate affairs of couples, and nobody has to explain to him how babies are made. You can rest assured Shaka knows perfectly well how sex works. 

He wants to be a better partner for you but, for all his knowledge and wisdom, he’s aware he’s not exactly the most versed man in such matters. 

Despite this, Shaka adamantly refuses to ask anyone for advice, so you bet he’s gonna do the research on his own. He can figure this out.

Shaka would keep it classy, however. Nothing pornographic or vulgar is acceptable. That’s not how he wants to treat you.

Shaka’s approach is purely analytical and educational, and he reads it all with a straight face. The others would never guess what he’s actually up to.

It’s a serious matter for him. He wants to make sure he’s got what it takes to make you happy not only on a physical but emotional level as well.

In the past, the thought of sex wouldn’t have even fazed him. Shaka cared very little about it and honestly he didn’t see what the appeal was.

He still doesn’t much care but when it comes to you, he’s not against the idea. 

Fine, he digs it.

But he’s a little embarrassed to admit it.

As someone who has trained to let go of his attachment for sensual pleasures and desires, it baffled him a little that the thought even crossed his mind.

That hasn’t stopped his curiosity for learning more about how to please you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?):

Shaka is a virgin. Don’t @ me. 

That’s the real source of his power. Geddit? *fingers guns*

On a more serious note, it is no surprise that he’s not very experienced.

It’s not that he thinks sex is something dirty or bad per se. He just never had the time or any interest in the pursuit of such trivialities. Lust and sexual craving are not traps he would fall prey to. He devotes himself completely to his duty as a saint of Athena, and so he avoids distractions that would hinder the fulfillment of his mission.

You’d most likely get to be the first sexual experience he’s ever had and it’s no simple feat to seduce the man who’s closest to being a god. He believed himself to be above such worldly affairs until he met you and boy…

He was wrong once again.

Finding ecstasy in your arms is nothing short of divine.

Shaka would take his time to be intimate with you, though. He doesn’t do casual sex and needs to be absolutely certain of your feelings for each other first.

However, don’t let his virginal status fool you. He has made his research beforehand (see letter D), he has prepared and knows where to go.

If he doesn’t get it right the first time he’ll try again and again until he has you writhing in pleasure. His own satisfaction is secondary to yours.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying):

Lotus. I’m sorry for being so cliché OMG.

Pic (NSFW)

He spends a lot of time in this position when he meditates, so don’t be surprised if at some point he wants you to sit on his crossed legs and ride him.

Shaka would enjoy the intimacy and closeness this position provides. 

It’s not a position that allows for frenzied love-making, but that’s precisely why he likes it so much.

Buried deep inside your wet core, he can feel your heart beating against his chest in unison with his as he holds you in his protective embrace, and there’s nowhere else he would rather be.

He loves it when you shower small kisses on his face and happily surrender yourself to him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.): 

The first times, Shaka would wear a serious expression because he’s concentrating on learning what you like, what makes you tick and curl your toes.

He’s studying you not just on a physical level. Intimacy is beyond simple carnal pleasure for Shaka. It’s a matter of spiritual connection.

He’ll get more playful and cocky (no pun intended) once he learns how to push your buttons.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.):

He doesn’t have a lot of body hair and always keeps his face clean, shaven and moisturized.

His nails are well trimmed. His hair nicely brushed and scented. His body devoid of bad smells. 

That being said, he’s not very hairy downstairs (he’s got mostly a patch of soft blond hair), but he keeps things well groomed. Shaka doesn’t like sloppiness.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect):

It’s gentle lovemaking with Shaka and nothing less.

However, he can get too caught up in the details and in delivering a good performance that it may be a little difficult for him to really get lost in the moment.

He’s too worried about being perfect and bringing you pleasure that he sometimes forgets about the most romantic aspects.

Reassuring him he’s doing a good job will put his mind at ease. Be appreciative of his efforts and give him your undivided attention.

He’ll be the most doting lover ever because sharing his bed and body with you are very special to him.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon):

Shaka has an unbelievable control over his sexual urges and, even if he’s in a relationship with you, that wouldn’t change a lot.

He doesn’t usually masturbate, even when he’s been deprived of your touch for long periods of time (which would be when he’s away on missions for the Sanctuary). He can handle it no problem.

That doesn’t mean you’re not on his mind. Shaka always thinks about you with the deepest love and respect.

Masturbating can never compare to the bliss he feels when you’re in his arms. It’s just empty pleasure and would leave him even more frustrated, aching for you.

He would rather show you how much he loves you and missed you the next time he gets to see you.

Mutual masturbation is something he wouldn’t mind doing, if given the chance.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks):

In all honesty, Shaka is not overly kinky and he’s perfectly content with vanilla sex.

However, he lowkey enjoys being dominated so if you flip him on his back and mount him, he’ll find it a nice game changer.

Ride that boy, seriously. He gets off on being a bottom and the sight of you enjoying yourself so much would drive him to the edge.

Tease him all you want, deny him release or keep him from touching you, he’ll endure it like a good boy.

But if you think you can run the show for too long, get ready because Shaka will get his due.

You’ll have to learn you can’t play dirty and expect him to show you mercy.

Bad girls like you deserve divine punishment  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do):

He’s a bit old-fashioned, so he prefers the privacy and quiet of his own bedroom. Discretion is Shaka’s middle name.

It’s very practical and convenient too.

There’s no better place than his bed: clean, fresh, comfortable and quiet. He can relax and get in the mood without worrying about anything else.

He also won’t mind doing it on the floor, provided it’s pristine and there’s a plush mat with lots of cushions on it.

If he’s in your place, your bed and environment have to be clean and neat or else he’s not going to feel up for any sexy times.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going):

As someone who spends a lot of time inside his head, he needs a stimulating conversation to get him going.

It doesn’t even have to be sexual. You could ask him about his life as a saint or engage him in some philosophical talk. He’ll be happy to share his knowledge with you and will be interested in what you have to say.

Stroke his ego a little but don’t make it obvious.

On the other hand, witty banter turns him on, too. He’s got a sharp sense of humor but if you can turn around his jokes and roast him, leaving him speechless, he’ll want to get even through other means.

And you can imagine how  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Shaka loves foreplay. The more foreplay you have, the more aroused he’ll be. He can spend hours just kissing, cuddling and touching.

A nice bath with him can also get him in the mood. He’ll feel more comfortable if you’re both clean and fresh. It doesn’t matter if you’re about to get dirty again.

If during foreplay or sex you whisper sweet nothings in his ear and praise him, that’s a sure way to turn him on. Praise that boy if he’s doing an amazing job, he’ll try to do it even better.

On the other hand, don’t be shy to tell him if something isn’t working for you. He’ll know if you’re faking it and that will kill his inspiration. He’ll start doubting himself.

He likes it when you talk dirty to him, even if your words make him blush, but refrain from being vulgar. He will find it in bad taste.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs):

Anything that involves humiliation or degradation of you or himself.

Any weird kinks.

Don’t ask him to get into hard-core BDSM. He won’t do it.

Edgeplay. Anything that would hurt you is a big no for him. He loves you too much and wouldn’t bear the thought of bringing any harm upon you even if it’s consensual.

He won’t do it in public places.

Poor hygiene will definitely turn him off.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.):

He may not be very keen on the idea of oral sex at first, whether it’s giving or receiving. Poor bb is still shy even if he doesn’t want to look like it.

But he may be open-minded about it once he gets more experience with you.

He’ll get there with gentle guiding and reassurance, but don’t rush him if he isn’t ready yet. Let him go at his own pace.

Once he gets past his initial shyness, he’ll be more confident to go down on you.

He won’t mind receiving but he prefers not coming in your mouth or any other part of your body.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.):

Let’s be honest. Shaka doesn’t fuck. Ever. He’s not gonna rip off your clothes or manhandle you or use you like his plaything. That’s not his style.

Don’t get the wrong idea. Despite his cool exterior, he’s still a passionate man. It’s just that his passion burns slower than most.

He will take his time to make sure everything’s perfect so you both can take delight in the experience.

His mindset is one of enjoying the build up and the journey rather than desperately rushing to his destination.

He wants to relish in every kiss, every caress and every sound of pleasure you make, he wants to feel all of you— to reach into your soul.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.):

Quickies aren’t his thing. Shaka’s sex life isn’t very spontaneous, so suggesting him to pull off a fast one isn’t going to appeal to him.

He can control his urges and expects you to do the same. He can wait until a more appropriate time for intimacy.

Shaka needs preparation to have sex. He wants to be in the right state of mind, he needs to plan the details of that special night with anticipation, he doesn’t want to leave anything to chance or else he’ll find it difficult to be at ease.

Let him have it his way, it’ll be worth it.

Conversely, you can teach him how to be less uptight and not to fret over being flawless.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.): 

Shaka is game to experimenting as long as you talk about it beforehand, but don’t expect him to go outside his comfort zone. It’s a feat in itself that you even managed to get him laid.

He prefers sticking to what works for you both, so keep in mind he’s not very adventurous. 

But he’ll do his best to please you and will be open to suggestions on how to spicy things up in the bedroom.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?): 

It may not look like it but Shaka has a surprising amount of stamina.

Though he’s a bit slow to warm up, his passion will burn longer.

He won’t tire out easily but if you’re exhausted already he’ll let you rest. If you want to go another round, he’ll be happy to oblige.

He can last for a very long time without releasing inside you, but he’s also learned to have orgasms without ejaculating.

All that meditation and self control stuff? Well, turns out it’s helped him have a wonderful sex life with you :v

Bae can keep going all night long. You’ll sooner get exhausted before he does.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?):

He doesn’t own any toys. The only toys he knows are the ones kids use to play.

Blindfolds and restraints are okay. He’ll use them on you if that’s what you want.

He still prefers simple, intimate, vanilla sex. Less is more for him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Shaka can be a big tease when he wants to so don’t expect him to be very merciful if you provoke him.

He loves it when you beg him like a god tho.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.): 

He’s not very loud. Shaka is always restrained about how vocal he is, but you’ll definitely hear him grunt and sigh and moan often.

He prefers listening to the sweet sounds you make.

Once he’s close to an orgasm, he can get noisier and will try to muffle his moans by biting his lips or kissing you.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character): 

At times when tending to his garden in the house of Virgo, he’s thought about making love to you under the night sky and among the flowers he’s cultivated.

Your hair covered in petals as the light of the universe shines in your eyes is a sight he wants to see in this life.

Though maybe he’ll never have the chance to tell you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes):

Ideal size. Not too big, not too small. Proportional to the rest of this body. 

He’s got a pretty cock, honestly. Its texture is silky and when he’s hard it turns a rosy color. 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?):

Shaka’s sex drive isn’t very high actually and, if it’s up to him, he won’t have sex very often. He’s for quality before quantity.

You may start wondering when was the last time you even had intimacy.

Don’t be surprised if it’s been 84 years.

He might as well look at the calendar and think “we haven’t done it in a while, next week may be a good time to get it on”.

His training taught him not to grow attached to his desires and he’s tremendously disciplined at that.

It doesn’t mean he doesn’t have sexual desires. He just doesn’t let them control him and is not animalistic about them.

Sex isn’t the most important aspect to have a fulfilling relationship. It’s just the icing on the cake, so to speak.

What truly matters is the emotional bond you two have forged. 

You’re not an object for him.

He can live happily without any kind of sexual intimacy if that’s what you want. He won’t love you any less for it and you’ll never hear complaints or reproaches from him.

Shaka doesn’t feel guilty about wanting to make love to you. Just don’t expect him to be a sex beast ready to pounce on you any time. That won’t happen.

Shaka would have no problem if you have a higher sex drive than he does. He’ll strive to make you happy. 

If you take the initiative and try to get in his pants, as long as he’s in a private and comfortable environment where he can let go, he’ll give in. Otherwise forget it.

Plan ahead if you intend to get naughty with him. Shaka will appreciate the thoughtfulness.

Just don’t take advantage of him because as much as he enjoys sleeping with you, he’ll quickly get bored if all you think about is undressing him when you’re with him.

Don’t reduce him to a sex object for your personal gratification, he won’t be comfortable with it. Respect and love him like he does with you. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): 

Shaka doesn’t fall asleep immediately.

He likes cuddling after making love.

He may have his eyes closed but he’s still awake and he’s listening to your every breath, your heart beating, he’s basking in the warmth of your gentle and blissful cosmos.

He can’t believe he has the most wonderful person in the world by his side.

Even if you both know it may not last, that the next holy war approaches fast and he’ll have to fight, you’ve made peace with it. You accept what the future holds in store for both.

However, that thought still keeps him awake at night.

But he’ll never tell you. He’ll just kiss your forehead and stroke your hair until you’re fast asleep.

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Well, that’s it. I can’t believe I did this. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed (?

#virgo shaka #shaka de virgo #saint seiya #knights of the zodiac #shaka de virgem #virgo shaka x reader #the things i do for love #ayyy

[solitaria-fantasma]

((Session #4 highlights, GO!))

We met a rider on the road who gave us a flyer for a nearby bazaar - which was convenient, since we were all running low on rations.

Also the DM has brand new maps and they look nICE.

There is a GIANT horse for sale and I nEED it but it’s 120 gold??? So expensive??? I only have 22 and I suck at negotiating???

I immediately ran off to baby-talk this giant horse and completely missed the thieves’ marks all over the bazaar.

Claus was similarly enthralled with this giant horse, and came over to help me negotiate for it.

I rolled a 25 to sing a spontaneous song about how much I loved this horse, and also offered the white sapphire I’d gotten in Session 1 for trade.

Claus counter-offered for me to trade my white sapphire (apparently worth 1000 gold???) for FIVE horses and ten days’ rations for ALL of us.

The DM had completely forgotten they’d given me that gem.

I am going to name this horse Ganondorf.

“My circumstances for this session - which are, in no way, bad WHATSOEVER - require you to spend some of that suspicious gold.”

Mountain is not a material Tiefling, and takes a long time to decide beside sh

“I threw a lot of money at you to see how crazy you guys would get with it, but it turns out that you’re ALL that person who hoards health potions until the credits roll ‘just in case’!”

“The cost to create a Carpet of Flying is about 17,000 gold.”

Matthias spent a lot of the fake gold that we’d found in Session 1 on potions and arrows.

Then Mountain, Matthias, and Astrid all got surrounded and ‘kindly’ asked to go to the big tent.

Udaji saw Mountain entering the tent, but didn’t think it looked suspicious, and so remained outside, fawning over her new steed, Ganondorf.

Because Udaji has terrible perception rolls, I’m left sitting there listening as the rest of the party gets threatened by the criminal underground running the bazaar for the fake gold they were seen with, and taking notes as Matthias tries to steal back the white sapphire I traded for the horses.

It’s hilarious.

“Can’t we just kill them??”

“It’s pretty cut-and dry: There is a chest, and I am going to steal it.”

“I’m strengthening my bond with Ganandorf! I need him to love me!”

“Say this water bottle is a person’s neck…”

Mountain and Matthias’ players debated for ten minutes on whether or not it would be easier to just steal the bazaar’s chest out from under the boss’ nose while being interrogated OR murder everyone, take the chest, and ride away.

“Are you trying to get your daughter to seduce the boss???”

I legit worked on fanfic while they decided. I’m not even mad. I’m just happy we got to play tonight.

We’re finally rolling initiative and I rEMEMBERED TO HIGHLIGHT MY ICON FIRST THIS TIME YEAH!!!

“Heck!” is becoming my default Vicious Mockery line.

“Alright, that’s a critical fumble, so let’s say...he tries to draw his scimitar, but throws it at his boss instead.

“Ooooohohoho, he’s fired.”

“Wait, how are we actually going to get this chest out of here?!”

Astrid and Matthias dragged the chest out of the big tent while Matthias tried desperately not to die while one v. one-ing the boss.

“I love that you guys are actually committing a robbery.”

I am slowly figuring out how spell slots and magic work.

“Udaji, kindly take four points of damage.”

“Wait - did any of you tell Astrid about the Crescent Gang? Or does she just think you’re spontaneously robbing the place?”

“If nobody told her, then she’s VERY ride-or-die for these strangers she met only a few weeks ago.”

“Stop bullying Claus!”

I tried to punch the bandit captain, but critical failed, and nearly hit Matthias.

So far we have “Ganondorf” and “Ezekiel”. Mountain, Claus, and Matthias have yet to name their horses.

“Udaji didn’t see ANY of the bandit signage, so as far as she’s concerned, we just robbed a market and kidnapped two people.”

Udaji picks at her lute strings when nervous.

We tried interrogating the two people we kidnapped and Mountain kept rolling all the high rolls.

Mountain MAY be about to make the shift to Neutral Evil omg.

“You’re gonna roll for ‘fear boner’?”

Udaji watched in abject horror as the Tiefling tried to seduce the guard he’d previously intimidated into giving him more information.

He failed.

Our second captive - an elf - accidentally set himself on fire and died while trying to burn through his ropes.

Claus and Udaji are going to have a VERY large bone to pick with the others if this potential-bandit doesn’t actually have a bounty out for him.

Meanwhile, Matthias rode back to the bazaar site to try and steal more things, and crit-failed his stealth roll.

“You snapped a twig and screamed ‘FUCK!’.”

“Ganondorf is a unit of a horse, you know?”

Claus is now my best friend. A Halfling and a Dragonborn, just straight vibing.

“You guys DO realize you stole, like, $30,000 worth of stuff, right?”

#OOC #Quarantine D&D