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meowpupp · 4 months

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Just binged all of the owner!Price posts you have. OH. LORD.

please sir, may i have some more 🥺🤲

if i could please request some very soft nonsense, maybe just a fluffy drabble about their relationship together, how they met, daily life,

whatever you want really, i’ll take it shsjsksk

i wrote this very late at night while very being emotional HAHAHAHAH

the night is quiet, house dark and still. soft rain pellets the windows. the tv playing your favourite movie quietly.

prices hands are warm, the skin slightly rough and calloused as he rubs your back. you lay plaint and soft ontop him, head resting on his stomach as he leans against the headboard.

the room is warm and quiet, the tv softly illuminating the space as you haze in and out of sleep.

price has barely taken his eyes off of you. you’re perfect. it’s like you were made from marble, every tiny detail carved with pure love and care. youre something worthy of worship.

it feels almost selfish to keep you to himself, to deny other people of you. but his whole life price has been selfless, allowing the world to consume him. but this? you?

you’re his.

he watches as you stir slightly, nuzzling further into his lap. he brings his spare hand to tangle in your hair, encouraging you to bury yourself in his warmth.

price never understood love. it was something he admired from afar, watched with envy. everyone around him had it, but he never allowed it for himself. but knowing what he knows now, feeling what he feels? he can’t believe he starved himself this long.

you’re everything to him. a little pup, something dependant and soft. price cherishes every smile you give him, every syllable you speak, every time your eyes meet his.

he is undeniably, completely, irrevocably in love with you.

his free hand moves to your face, cupping your cheek. tilting your face, he commits every detail to memory.

you stir, eyes blinking open, meeting his. the only thing you see is him. and the only thing he sees is you.

he gives you a soft smile, one reserved for only you. his fingers are soft, brushing against you as if you’re made of porcelain. he traces every curve and edge that makes you you. fingers following the slant of curve nose, the shape of your lips, the edge of your jaw.

“my girl,” he says softly, as if speaking louder will shatter you, “my perfect girl.”

your eyes remind him of smoke. colours blended and twisted together. something beautiful and free. uncontainable, untouchable, uncontrollable. only ever to be admired.

he sighs, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “you’re everything…” he mumbles, beard brushing your skin as he speaks. it’s grounding, pulling you into the moment, into him.

his mind is clouded with all the things he wants to tell you. all the poetry and prayers he’s written in your image, the love letters he’s addressed to you.

a stronger man would tell you. a stronger man would whisper every hushed word of worship into your skin. but price will forever be weak for you. so for now, he holds you tighter.

he continues to caress your cheek, other hand rubbing your back again.

his whole life, he has fought. price is the monster in the fairytales recruits whisper to each other. he is depicted as ruthless and cruel. something that stalks you in the night and torments you till morning. you are an animal, he is a beast. but to you, he is tamed

he spent his whole life fearing nothing, and yet he lies awake now, holding you so lovingly, fearing that you may never know the true extent in which he adores you.

#i went a little overboard with the mushy shit #i hope you guys enjoy 😭#i know this is very different to what i normally post 😭#i love him sm #price x puppygirl #price x chubby!puppygirl #price x female reader #john price x reader #mw2 x reader #john price #female reader #gn reader #price x reader #captain price x reader #mw1 x reader

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ecstarry · 27 days

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euge i saw you mention nsfw jeggy and i am humbly requesting any hcs you have about their aftercare routine 🤲

AJHSDBAHJS I LOVE THIS SO SO SO MUCH YES!!

First things first, they always always say "i love you" after they finish, always first

James always places sweet sweet kisses all over Regulus' face, sometimes James grows a beard and it tickles but Reg doesn't mind

Regulus' hair is a mess but he always waits for James to gently move it away, he closes his eyes and blushes when he feels James' thumb in his hair and face asjhdbasjhd babe he was just INSIDE you??? ajhdjas ADORABLE

Reg loves to kiss James' hands, his palm, his fingers, his knuckles, because well, JAMES POTTER'S HANDS

They also ask what each other's favorite part was and praise each other <333

It takes Reg the longest for the rose in his cheeks to go away

they love love LOVE to just stay tightly in each others arms. They really give it their all, so when they finish they are tired and sleepy and oh they feel so loved and HIGH in that love so they keep falling asleep and wake up just to give each other some more sweet kisses <33

OFC ALL OF THIS AFTER REG GOES TO PEE BECAUSE MY BOY IS NOT GETTING A UTI <333

#kit this ask was sooo cute #i loved it so so so much #kit tag <3 #jegulus #marauders #james potter #regulus black #gay dead wizards #james x regulus #starchaser #sunseeker #james potter x regulus black #euge's jeggy hc #jegulus hc #marauders hc #regulus black hc #james potter hc #marauders era #hp marauders

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konigsblog · 10 months

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More pron star Price please 🥺🤲

he gives you so much money, he's practically you're sugar daddy :( he makes you ride his face, your cunt rubbing against his beard, causing beard burn to form on your thighs, whimpering and wincing as the camera zooms in on your wet sex. your fingers wrapped around his girth, pumping him slowly, listening to his grunts and growls with each stroke you make.

his most popular video including you and 09!soap. both meaty cocks slamming into your pussy, juices flowing from your cunny, soaking them in your cum with each thrust. sometimes you catch him jerking off to the videos you make, getting the camera out and giving him a blowjob, just extra money :( or you both record a video, only for it to not be posted, left in his computer for him to jerk off to.

he doesn't like sharing you, but loves humiliating you !! seeing you whimper, showing it to millions of people and embarrassing you :( he fucking loves that. but he has a file of videos that will never be posted, a secret for him and only him !!

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running-with-the-feels · 4 months

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Absolutely love ur fics btw. Anyways can we get some more subscorp sillies… please sir may I have some more 🤲

tysm! y'all can have as many as you want!

Kuai Liang: I'm thinking of shaving my beard

Hanzo, cradling Kuai Liang's face and staring deep into his eyes: Do Not

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Hanzo: I don't think you should do that

Kuai Liang, taking a shot of Kung Lao's moonshine: You're not the boss of me

A few moments later

Kuai Liang, giggling and laying down in Hanzo's lap: Your eyes are really pretty, like- they're like- like Rocks

Hanzo, trying not to combust with the force of his blush: Rocks, huh?

Kuai Liang: hmmm, sharp ones

Hanzo, glaring at the other defenders who are absolutely crying with laughter: Okay, Kuai Liang

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Hanzo: I am a man of strong will and unshakeable focus, absolutely nothing can-

Kuai Liang, shirtless and southern: Darlin' could'ya pass me tha' water bottle?

Hanzo, not staring at Kuai Liang's eyes:....sure

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(stole this one from a tiktok audio that I don't know the source of)

Hanzo: No, Kuai Liang, you're not ascending to godhood, you're just dehydrated

Kuai Liang, cracking open his thermos of monster: Out of my way, flame boy! I'm about to liberate my divine self from this mortal shell!

Hanzo: here we go

Kuai Liang, five minutes later: hop-.....hopital

Hanzo, picking him up bridal style: yup, let's go

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Hanzo: yeah, some of the other kids used to bully me when I was younger but after I joined the Shirai Ryu it stopped

Kuai Liang, radiating murderous intent: Names, give me names

Hanzo: Babe, no, you can't murder people for shit they did when they were twelve

Kuai Liang: Sure I can, they're not twelve anymore

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On a mission

Kuai Liang, gesturing to the guards they just knocked out: We should kill them

Hanzo: No!

Kuai Liang: why not?

Hanzo: They're unconcious

Kuai Liang: we can wake them up

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lying in bed together on a peaceful morning

Hanzo: this is nice

Kuai Liang: yeah, the lack of chaos is very peaceful

Door slams open as Frost and Takeda run in screaming, Hanzo pulls a pillow over his head to block it out

Kuai Liang: it never lasts

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Bi-Han, kicking open the door to Kuai Liang's rooms: Wake up motherfucker we're late for training!

Kuai Liang, sleepily: fuck off

Hanzo, poking his head up from where he was previously concealed revealing that they are both naked: huh?

Bi-Han, mortified as he runs out of the room: BLEACH! I need bleach for my eyes!

That's all I can think of rn, but lemme know if you want more!

#kuai liang #hanzo hasashi #subscorp #bi-han #mortal kombat #mortal kombat x #mortal kombat 11

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whatthebodygraspsnot · 3 months

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#me going ‘hot new neighbor older ian and smitten flirty mickey / is that anything’ and just thinking about it a lot -> 🤲 right here pls

oh boy cross. oh boy cross.

(age difference - 22/32)

mickey and mandy live together and are really close to the handful of neighbors on their street (all ages/personalities/occupations). like they've formed this family and spend a lot of time together. it's so normal for them to eat dinner together during the week that they have a rotation on who hosts and cooks. lil commune, almost.

this new guy moves into the empty house next to mickey and mandy and everyone's kinda ehhh about it until they start introducing themselves one by one. mandy gets a call from Joan two houses down and is on for a LONG time. when she gets off and comes into the living room it's with some scalding gossip for mickey. the new neighbor is apparently a total dreamboat and the kindest mf on the planet and mandy declares that she's going over to welcome him IMMEDIATELY.

when she comes back she is BUZZING with how charming and funny and down to earth this guy is and mickey is all uh huh...yup...etc. because surely this is just female hysteria (mickey you can't say that). but then he actually meets ian. idk how. idk when. running into him coming home from work? idk. and like.......wow, god damn the ladies were not kidding. dude may have a decade on him but he's all built and strong and has a beard and glasses and possibly worst of all, he's very nice. very charming. but all the fawning behind the scenes is really getting on mickey's nerves, so it kind of taints it a little.

yada yada yada oh my god ian is coming to dinner. Joan has invited him into their little circle. it goes really well and everyone gets along really good and mickey's just sitting there wondering how one man can look so impossibly hot while sheepishly dodging stray compliments. eventually theyre cleaning up and it's somehow just mickey and ian and it's nice. it's really comfortable. ian is really cool and has good advice from that extra decade.

time jump. lots of dinners and hanging out with the group. one night mickey hits up his other gay friend and they secretly go to the gay bar a little past the city limit. mickey's still in the closet, even to mandy, so he needs these nights to just like...exist. him and the friend are getting drunk as fuck. mickey is laughing and goes to wobble his way to the bathroom and accidentally runs into this tall dude who turns around and ope! guess who it is! uh oh! but is it uh oh? because mickey may be getting outted, but ian's also here for the same reason. and they're kinda just standing there for a second, their smiles falling and their brains turning with this new information, and then ian gets pulled back along track by someone.

next dinner. everyone is very normal and fine but ian and mickey are chomping at the bit. when dinner's over, mickey practically drags ian into another room and goes through the whole "you can't tell anybody, alright? nobody knows" song and dance. and ian is like "yeah no of course not. and i hope that would extend to me too." and they make a pact that this knowledge will stay between them.

which is very easy. except for the fact that mickey comes to the realization that oh fuck, they are compatible. oh fuck, he really likes ian as a person. oh fuck, he knows there's that decade between them but he would drop to his knees for him in a heartbeat if ian asked him to. which he doesn't. and doesn't. and doesn't. but mickey's getting more and more attracted to him and actually, the whole beard/glasses/life experience thing is really fucking hot to him.

so he starts trying to flirt. starts laying the groundwork. mowing the lawn with his shirt off. asking ian if he wants to work out in the garage together. keeping his bedroom light on while he undresses in front of the window. he even opens it one night when he sees ian's window open too and lets just say...puts on a show, not truly knowing if ian can hear him, but hoping so.

idk how it ends. idk how far it goes. all i know is ian is Very cognizant of the age difference and makes great strides to keep everything at an arm's length. SEXUAL TENSION (bass boosted). but mickey is mickey. and mickey has a lot of fun trying to get ian to fuck him.

#i didnt look this over even once so i hope it's comprehensible #asks

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ioniansunsets · 2 months

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a-are your white day/valetines emoji still open? 👉👈 could i request for 🍒 runterra sett please 🤲

"🍒- how do you act when you have a crush?" A sweet mess. When he's crushing hard he's doing everything he can to be gentlemanly yet...manly still? He doesn't want to intimidate you and scare you away. Sett is trying his best to be soft but old habits die hard. He's buying you flowers. Bringing you backstage to fights. Letting you sit VIP by his side as he death glares anyone else who dares come near you when you're not looking. He's trying to set up candlelight dinners, trying to ask you out, trying to spend precious time with you. Kissing the back of your hand as the scruff of his beard scratches you. He's apologizing. He's red. He choked on his saliva mid apology. He's redder. He excuses himself. He'll see you tomorrow. Inviting you to watch him train, flashing you a cheeky smile when he obliterates the punching bag. Wheat husks falling like snow around him as he badly flirts with you. " What can I say. I'm a hardworking guy." His smile twitches. What the hell does that mean. Why did he say that. He is red again. He is excusing himself. Why does his brain always short circuit around you. He swears he's not an idiot. You can reassure him that he is smart, give him a consoling pat. Doesn't help. He's even redder now. His ears are twitching while his face is in his hands.

#himbo adjacent #Sett #Settrigh #i like the boss number on in the pit sett more than hs sett tbh #just because pit sett would actually growl at anyone who disrespects you #ISWD2024

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fandomfluffandfuck · 2 years

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I finished your chris evans reader insert on archive AGAIN 😳🥵 can has another? 🥺👉👈 im in dire need of it 🤲 something related to the sluttiness chris has been embodying recently? 😍

related to my Chris Evans × Reader (both fem and masc chapters available) on AO3 called: "You Heard The Rumors 'Bout These Legs, Well I'm The One Who Spread 'Em"

Also, aw, thank you sweetheart, it's always lovely to hear that people go back and re-read my fics! I have my own fics that I read again and again and again so it's fun to be that for someone else <3

And, while not an entire fic (mostly because I don't know how to write anything brief haha)... you can certainly have a drabble! Inspired by all the recent sluttiness as you wish 😘

Chris Evans × Gender Neutral Reader (with dirty talk, grinding/humping, outdoor hooking up, and hand jobs) under the cut

"How're you doing, big guy?" You purr, climbing into Chris' lap and settling yourself there, one hand on his shoulder and the other carding through his fluffy hair. There's no gel in it today - keeping it slick and in place - instead, some of it has fallen out of its usual style and onto his forehead. Partly the reason there's no product in his hair is because he's been in and out of the pool all day. Swimming, lying in the sun, and running Dodger around the yard, playing chase, in just his swim trunks, sunglasses, and his pendant necklace swinging or hitting his tattooed, untrimmed chest- glinting in the sun. You told him earlier, jokingly, that he's gonna have a tan line from it if he keeps it on, he still hasn't taken it off though. Not that you mind. You take your hand out of his hair for a moment, righting the pendent to sit in the middle of the chain.

"Mmm-?" he hums, sitting up more now, propped on his elbows. You hadn't realized he was napping, eyes shut under those dark shades.

You chuckle, "sleepy?" you ask while ruffling his hair. Amused and so, so entranced. He's so handsome.

"A little." He breathes in hugely, impressive chest rising and falling deeply. You can't help but place both hands on his bare chest. You feel the thump, thump, thump of his heart and the soft scratch of his chest hair under your spread fingers and palms.

"I always pegged you as more of a dog, but here you are, sitting in the sun and stealing cat naps so I'm not so sure anymore..." you say, smiling. And you don't say it but you do think it- that it's fair for him to be sleepy. He's been working hard. Acting as he normally does but also voice acting, working tirelessly on his website, plus doing press for the on-screen acting and voice acting. You know well that press takes the most out of him. He deserves a lazy day in the sun.

"Yeah. 'S better with you here now though," he charms, sleep still clinging to his voice. He's playing with the waist of your shorts as he slips his hands around you. Encircling.

You haven't been out with him the whole day, some of it, sure, whenever you needed a break from your work-from-home job, but not the whole time. So you aren't dressed for swimming or lounging in the sun as he is. Still, his hands find your naked skin as if you are dressed to lay out, caressing your sides and back. The breadth of his hands on you is familiar and comforting.

"Is it?" You breathe, not thinking about what you're saying, just trying to get more of that deep, rumbling timbre out of his mouth and in your ears. His morning (or generally post-sleep) voice is fantastic.

"Always is," he murmurs back, sliding his hands out from under your clothes and up your back, over your shirt. Once his hands get to your shoulders he takes ahold of them to bring you down against him. And he sighs, satisfied when you're laid flat against each other. Chest to chest.

Chris' beard is soft and vaguely scratchy just like his chest hair. It tickles your face as you lean in for a slow, sun-melted kiss. Chris tastes like himself and a little like chlorine plus the beer he's been drinking all afternoon. And, actually, he might just smell like chlorine from swimming so much- sweat and chlorine and just the barest hint of his cologne that hasn't been washed off yet.

He kisses you harder. More force and more lust behind his intent. Waking up. Yeah... waking up more for sure.

One of you parts your lips, then the other.

Then you're licking into each other's mouths. Kissing harder. Kissing sloppier. Chris' beard rasps against your face. His lips are soft and plush against yours. It's intoxicating. His teeth nip at you teasingly. Your lungs burn, needing oxygen bad but you're unwilling to give this up. Not yet. Not without a fight. You push just a little harder.

Then break away, panting. Just for long enough to get enough air into your system, then you dive right back in- desperate. Starved for it.

Your noses hit together a little too hard. It doesn't stop either of you. You have to keep going. Keep going.

Amidst the ramping up kisses, getting hotter and hotter between you both, his hands slide down to your ass. They feel massive on you. His heavy hands.

His hands grope you through your clothes until he becomes too impatient and slips his hands underneath your shorts and underwear.

You rip your mouths apart to gasp. His hands on your bare skin makes you gasp. He pinches you. Just changing things up. You gasp again, louder this time. And he laughs, low and shiver-indusing with the how dangerous and teasing it feels. "Chriss-"

Against your mouth he rumbles, kissing again, just a passionate and burning, "what?" Then, "you got more work to do or somethin'? Somewhere you gotta run off to, huh, baby?"

"N-no," you pant hard against his mouth, wishing he was kissing you instead of using that wonderful mouth to talk.

"Then what?" He challenges.

"Nothing," you puff, "I- I just like saying your name." You haven't been out in the sun long enough to get burned but you feel like you might've been. Your cheeks flushed.

Chris' lips curl into a cocky smirk, "yeah?" He grabs you harder, his fingers digging into your ass and his impressive erection digging into your front. "Say it again then. C'mon sweet thing," he coos, "say my name."

"Chris-" you obey with a shiver.

Chris groans for your trouble, nosing your jaw. Leaning closer. You drop your head to reach his lips better, aching to kiss him more.

You kiss him hard. Gasping at the electric heat zapping between you and now pooling low in your stomach.

His tongue slips between your lips, fucking into your mouth. Wet and hot and- your toes curl as his mouth and hands envelope you wholly.

You can't think about anything but this.

Just this.

"Chris-" you say it right into his mouth this time. Barely audible and chasing the obscene sound of his name coming out of your lips by biting his lower lip. He makes another hungry sound, tilting his face up more to get more of your mouth. Hotly needy. Loving it when you both cut loose and get little rough.

You bite him again. You chase the hurt away with a flick of your tongue. He groans so lowly, so roughly it comes out as a growl.

Fuck.

Chris is restless underneath you. He's just woken up and he's moving up into you in an uncoordinated fashion, like he really did just get bumped out of his dreams. Early morning... moving with what feels good. Aninal. Instinctive.

His hips are twitching up against you like he can't control them. His breaths are coming out unsteady and rough from that huge, gorgeous chest. His lips haven't closed yet from his last groan- his last growl.

Now, he makes another little sound though. High and desperate. His face, neck, and chest are a beautiful, flushed pink. You squirm intentionally on top of him, grinding a little, panting at how hot and heavy and thick he is under you. His swim trunks do nothing to conceal his cock. You love it.

You run your fingers through his hair and then push his sunglasses up into his hair so you can see his eyes...

They're dark and heavily lidded, almost shut as he stares hungrily at you. He doesn't speak. Just stares, lips gaped and breathing heavily with his fingertips digging into your sides.

"Feel good?" You whisper, moving a hand between your grinding bodies so you can cup his heavy, hard cock.

"Uh-huh," he puffs, nodding jaggedly. Moaning when you grab him more firmly. He throbs in your hand.

You squeeze him harder through his swim trunks. You stroke the impressive length of him. Hot. Heavy. He lets out another moan, throwing his head back on the deck chair he's reclined on. The motion makes his sunglasses hit back down over his nose. You'd laugh at it, especially at the shocked look he suddenly makes, not expecting the shades to be there, but you're too focused on making him feel good. Massaging him. Thick, hot, and heavy under your hand.

You lean down enough to bite his bearded jaw.

He makes a wordless sound that almost could be your name.

Encouraging it, this obscene show he's putting on by just being him and enjoying himself, you keep using your mouth. Biting his jaw. Kissing his neck. Nipping his collarbones. Taking that stupidly attractive little pendant on his necklace between your teeth. And working your way lower, lower, lower. All the while you have one hand on his cock. Stroking him gently but mostly focusing on squeezing and drawing your thumb across where you know the sensitive head of his cock lies. You love the way he twitches when you touch that part of him. All of those nerve endings. Right there. Sensitive and red-hot.

"God," he pants and his hips jerk up hard. Your gut swoops with arousal. Between sloppy kisses over his clenching abs, you bite your lip.

Fuck.

He's so hot.

"C'mon baby," you murmur, lips to his skin, tasting of sunscreen and sweat and chlorine, "tell me about how you feel."

"Feels good," he breathes as you get to the waistband of his swim trunks. Kissing. Licking. Pulling at the damp fabric with your teeth only to let it snap back against him. He hisses. He gasps. His hips jokt forward, wordlessly begging for it. It's heady, making him react like that.

"What else?" You demand.

"Feels... feels good," he puffs, having a hard time keeping it together with one of his hands now in your hair and the other at his side, balled into a fist. "Your hand, oh God, baby, it feels so good." You massage his cock with the heel of your palm just for that. Making it good for him. More good. "And- and your mouth. Your mouth is- mmm, it's so good. It feels so good. You're doing so good for me. Please don't stop. Don't stop. Ngh-!" He rambles.

His slurred words and cute, outrageously attractive pleads don't go unnoticed. You pull the band of his shorts down, exposing his cock to your eager eyes and the open air. You make a fist around him, kissing his hip, his v-line tattoos, and intent to put your mouth around the crown of his cock to work at swallowing him all down (you always have to be gentle and go slow because of the size of him) but-

"Oh, oh, God, baby-!" He whines as you stroke him, convulsing as he busts. His hot, wet release gets on your face and neck and over his lower stomach as he moans, pants, and swears through his orgasm. You don't mind. You don't mind the free show even as he breathlessly apologizes for it, saying he doesn't know what came over him, he just got caught up and- he should've warned you. He should've let you blow him like you were gonna but-

It doesn't matter. Squeezing his flagging erection now that he's cum, you watch, gleefully, the way he twitches once or twice, sensitive, before you crawl back up his body. "I don't care," you purr, watching his eyes catch the stain of his release over you, claiming you, "I just wanted to make you feel good, big guy, and it's good to know that I don't even have to try." You wink. He blushes. "I got you there so easy you couldn't even stop yourself..."

"Shit, baby," Chris growls, grabbing you with weak hands, pawing at you, sliding you in close, "you talk like that an' I'm not gonna stay soft for long," he threatens, then launches into that overwhelmingly attractive tone of voice that only seems to come out at particularly... intense... situations, "you want it? You want your turn? Whaddya want, honey, I'll give it to you. You want my mouth? You want my dick in you? My fingers? C'mon, whaddya think? Whadd're you craving, baby?"

#asks #fandomfluffandfuck #fic #chris evans #cevans #lloyd hansen #steve rogers #chris evans x reader #x reader #chris x reader #chris evans x female reader #chris evans x male reader #chris evans x gender neutral reader

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moonspirit · 1 month

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https://x.com/idrisleonhart/status/1573329216552468482?s=46

Just to cheer you up a little 💀🤲

HAHAHA YESSSSS!!!!! (⁠ﾉ°⌣°)⁠ﾉ !!!!! MY BOY HAS A HEAD FULL OF THICK HEALTHY HAIR AND A SLIM WAIST AT 58!!! HIS MOM'S GENES ARE GOOD! For convenience, auspicious reasons and prosperity, we will just accept that genetics in the SnK universe is one-sided, they all take after their mothers.

Tho I'm sorry to say that Armin would not have a beard or a moustache 💀 my headcanon that he's very bad at growing out his facial hair is too stubborn to change, so my apologies.

On the more comedic side tho, I can see rigorous work being put in backstage to make sure Armin never loses a single hair on his head. Picture this: he's due to make his millionth public speech and during breakfast on the day of, Jean brings him a small cup filled with pills.

"What is this?" Armin asks, perplexed.

Jean, with a tight smile, says, "Nothing, it's all good for you, just take it."

The truth is that a week ago Annie found six strands of his hair in the bathtub and had a meltdown, panicking and taking out her dread and fear out on the others in the form of a foul temper, and none of the others want to experience that again 🥲

So now they diligently feed Armin with iron and omega 3 and vitamin A to Z supplements with his coffee and soup and whatnot and all the while the poor boy doesn't even know he's taking them.

#anon ask #armin arlert #aruani #attack on titan #headcanon #??#aot #snk #shingeki no kyojin #aruannie #armin x annie

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nrc-confessions · 3 months

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IDK I THOUGH CREWEL WAS ONLY LIKE, LATE TWENTIES. 24-27 NOT EARLY 30S. DAMN. Crewel hand over your skincare routine 🤲

DUDE VARGAS IS 30 AND HE LOOKS 47 HOW IS CREWEL OLDER THAN THE GREASY GYM RAT??

Thank you for your confession!

😭 I think the difference is one of them takes more care of their personal appearance than the other? I’m guessing crewel has a whole routine (maybe like how Vil has complex routines) meanwhile Coach Vargas is more focused on working out and his physical appearance and health? Also I think it’s the beard that makes him look older? Idk

#posted by: 🌿#nrc confessions #unreality #night raven college #twst #nrc confession #divus crewel #ashton vargas

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meg-noel-art · 2 years

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Doodled a bearded Varl for a birthday! 🤲💜

#just a dude #varl #hfw #horizon forbidden west

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angrymadsygin · 1 month

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🤲💖🥺

Bless you, @incredifishface! Thanks for the ask! You are my favourite writer in the fandom!😚

🤲Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

So, here it is! Tell me if you like it.

„HOW MANY MORE TIMES, HUH?!” Thor bellows shaking him like he’s some kind of fruit-bearing tree refusing to shed its juicy harvest. “YOU DECEITFUL WRETCH! YOU FIEND! YOU SPITEFUL SNAKE!”

“Ow! Thor! Let go! You’re making a scene! Everybody’s looking at us!”

“So what?! Answer the question, Loki!” Thor growls.

He stopped the shaking but he’s crackling with blue sparks that nip menacingly at Loki’s skin, wherever it’s exposed. They feel like a promise for worse things to come.

Loki can’t help but smirk in glee. “What exactly are you asking? I’ve done many things to you, repeatedly, and you always fell for them again and again.”

There he is! The growling beast! Thor crowds him against the closest wall. His breath is hot on Loki’s face and smells of cheap alcohol. Strangers on the street look at them with apprehension and cautiously go around without stopping. Thor looks bigger than ever, bushy beard and wild hair, positively dangerous and Loki’s mouth goes dry with something he isn’t going to name. He licks his lips and, strangely, Thor calms down a little and the sparks die off.

He doesn’t let go of Loki, though, but doesn’t yell anymore when he speaks: “Three times have you let me believe you were dead! Three times I mourned your lying arse!” he hisses, “How many more times do I have to endure your cruelty?!”

2. 💖What made you start writing?

I used to be very good at composition in school and I started writing original works several times, but never finished... Then life got in the way of writing, but I finally discovered international fandom and fan works, fic and art. I took the opportunity and here I am! 😊

3. 😟Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

There's actually two moments: The fight on the Bifrost when Loki burst into angry/jealous tears when accusing Thor of getting soft (the infamous: "Don't tell me it was that woman!") and the deleted "Never doubt that I love you" scene. I will hate those who decided against inserting it in the actual movie for ever!

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any spare lincoln x male!mc hcs 🤲

Of course!!

Lincoln loves calling mc his boyfriend (or husband if you end up getting married eventually 😘) and loves it when mc calls him his boyfriend, too. It's a simple thing, but saying those words out loud and having someone else say them about him makes him feel like he belongs with someone else, and someone else belongs with him.

Lincoln is really bad at keeping track of his socks. He usually only wears a pair a max of 3 times before he loses one or both of them. Because of this, after he and MC move in together Lincoln starts stealing MC's socks when he can't find his, and then eventually loses those socks too. In retaliation, MC buys ridiculously embarrassing socks on purpose because he knows Lincoln will steal them at some point and be forced to wear socks that say "I <3 COCK tails" on them.

Lincoln loves putting his head on mmc's chest/shoulder when they're cuddling, and his fingers always trace some imaginary image on mmc's skin.

Lincoln and Rowan sometimes participate in no shave November together and the person who has the longest beard by the end of the month wins. When the month ends, they then will be all cute and help each other shave/trim the beard to the desired length. Lincoln hates the beginning of this though, because he has to shave for it to be fair and he feels so naked without his beard...

#ask #anon #mod win #lincoln mcquoid #lincoln x mc #ilw #it lives within

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tathrin · 1 year

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🎨 + 🤲

From this ask meme. (I know you asked these last night, I'm sorry for running out of time to answer them before. I hope you didn't worry that you'd been forgotten!)

These are the last asks in my inbox so if I haven't answered yours yet, then they have been lost/forgotten sorry please resend.

🎨 How do you feel about fan art of your stories?

I WOULD ASCEND BODILY INTO A HEAVEN I DON'T EVEN BELIEVE IN IF SOMEONE DREW FANART BASED ON ONE OF MY STORIES OH MY GODS. Ahem I'm fine, very chill, nbd. Fanart is awesome.

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

I'm going to combine this with another ask and answer them both together since they touch on the same topic:

So @katajainen has gotten me thinking about zombies in Middle-earth courtesy these amazingly awful fics here, and now I find myself lost deep down a world building rabbit hole (inspired also by @roselightfairy and @deheerkonijn's incredible Modern LotR AU) for a Modernized High Fantasy Zombie Apocalypse story and setting. Here's a bit of it.

The sound of the engine, which has been their steady accompaniment for so many hours now that it feels like the rumble of it must be baked all the way into their bones, finally fades. The silence that follows is so strong that it almost rings, feeling somehow louder than the engine for a moment.

Then it is broken by two car doors opening and closing, and the heavy stomp of dwarven boots across rough ground.

"Ahhh!" Gimli says, holding his arms up over his head and stretching all the way up onto his toes before bending over and grabbing for his ankles. His spine crackles in relief. "That feels good!"

"Don't go tumbling head-over-heels and rolling back down the mountain, now," Glóin chides him teasingly.

Gimli rolls his eyes and stomps off into the brush that lines the overgrown road for a few moments of very specific privacy. Behind him, his father snorts into his beard and then goes groping for a handkerchief. Dwarves are not people of sunlight and trees, and the pollen of so many plants is making his nose drip.

That doesn't mean that Glóin can't appreciate the view a little, as he turns to look back down over the land behind them. From this point of the High Pass, he can see great fields of green and brown stretching out behind him. Sunlight sparkles off the curve of distant rivers, and birds that he cannot name twitter in the sparse trees that dot the steep mountain earth around him. This is not a place for dwarves, outside in the sun with nothing around but green plants and feathered, flying things; but it is still a mountain, even if they stand on the outside of it rather than within. It is still a good place, in its own way, even if it is not a dwarven one, and Glóin takes a few minutes to appreciate the sights around him.

Also it is nice simply to be out of the car for a little. Glóin always thought the seats of the [DWARVEN CAR MAKE] to be the epitome of comfort, but after three days of being crammed into one as the car jolts and bounces its way up an unpaved mountain road, he is beginning to revise that opinion. Like Gimli, Glóin stretches out his stiff muscles a little, but he does not have his son's enthusiasm—nor his youthful flexibility. He contents himself with smaller motions, working the bones and joints as much as anything. Even dwarven bodies, which are stiff and stony by nature, can become uncomfortably rigid after too long confined in one tight space, and it feels good to ease that stillness and get the blood flowing again.

Glóin groans happily as he sinks down onto the warm bumper of the car, luxuriating in the feeling of stretching his legs out before him without pedals to interfere or the press of a belt across his chest to draw him back. He listens to the crackling sounds of Gimli stomping through the brush, at this point finished with his moment of privacy and now just giving his blood a chance to wake up too. Glóin glances over and sees his son shooting glances over the edge of the mountain, clearly also taking a moment to enjoy the view, and he smiles and ducks his head before Gimli sees him watching and accuses him of getting sappy.

Gimli is too young to understand, but he will someday. Sappiness is an inevitable side-effect of fatherhood, and not something that any dwarf stands much chance of resisting in the end.

He scratches absently at the bandage that sticks out past the end of his rolled-up sleeve and lets himself wonder what being a grandfather will be like. The day is many years away of course, if it should come at all; but out here in the warm sun with the air blowing past crisp and clean on the side of a high mountain, it is a nice thing to contemplate. Certainly better than the ugly plague they left behind in Erebor, the grim knowledge that cannot be forgotten and which drives the urgency of their travel.

Glóin catches himself scratching harder and makes a face into his beard. The itching is a good sign, he knows, a sign that the wound below is healing; still, that knowledge does not make the itching pleasant. With a sigh, he pulls his hand away before he can dislodge the soft white cotton or do some damage to the oozing scabs that lie concealed beneath.

He still can't believe Kili bit him when he went to hug his poor, feverish nephew goodbye.

Glóin sniffles and curses the pollen all around them. He wipes his nose again as he hears Gimli laugh. "You all right, da?" his son calls from the other side of the car.

Glóin looks down at the handkerchief in his hand and feels a chill run up his bones suddenly, despite the warmth of the sun overhead. "Fine," Glóin barks, staring at the spots of blood on the pale cloth. "Just a bit stuffy from all this damned greenery."

Gimli chuckles and returns to whatever he was doing before—more stretching, Glóin thinks absently, from the sounds of soft grunting and shifting cloth—and Glóin shoves the bloody handkerchief deep into the pocket of his jacket. He shivers, despite the warmth of the day.

"All right, time's wasting," he declares, taking care to make his voice as cheery and boisterous as though he were calling a crowd in for a feast. He shoves himself to his feet and unrolls the sleeves of his jacket against the sudden chill. "We aren't out here to sight-see, after all," Glóin says, and is abruptly reminded of the sight of Dori coughing into that bloody handkerchief of his back in the dim and empty council chambers. Is he well again by now, or has he succumbed like so many have to the disease, to be lying even now in a feverish stupor in a bed lined with chains in the increasingly-crowded hospital rooms? Are the dwarves they have left behind getting better on their own, or are they still getting worse?

Has anyone died yet?

Glóin shivers again and pulls his jacket tighter, buttoning it up high beneath his beard. As anxious as their hurried trip has been so far, he feels more than ever now that they are running out of time. "Back in the car," he orders.

Gimli grumbles good-naturedly, but he doesn't hesitate. He understands the urgency of their journey too, after all. He walks back to the car, taking the chance to stretch his arms up over his head and tug at them one last time before climbing back inside. His shoulders protest the movement but they revel in it, too, and some of the ache of travel lifts from his muscles.

Glóin's aches do not lessen. The stone of his bones is too old, the boulder of his heart too heavy. "In fact," he says slowly, "why don't you take the wheel for a while."

Gimli freezes with his hand on the door. "Da," he says, "are you talking pyrite?"

"No." Glóin shakes his head. He tosses the keys to Gimli. "Go on, if you're going to."

"But you hate my driving," Gimli says, even as he hurries to the other side of the car and slides into the driver's seat before his father can change his mind.

"Eh, well," Glóin shrugs. "Nobody else on the road all the way out here, is there? What better time for you to drive."

"Da," Gimli groans, "that was one time and I was barely sixty. I'm not going to hit anything now."

"Certainly not if you don't get moving," Glóin says mildly.

Gimli curses him affectionately and starts the engine. As the car rumbles off up the mountain pass, Glóin turns his face to the window and discreetly wipes his nose again.

His hand comes away bloody.

#ask meme #lotr fanfiction #my writing #gimli #gloin #zombies #lotr au #lotr #zombie apocalypse au #lotr zombie au

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