#short hair goddess😍

[mxyx-rx444]

Shin Ryujin 😍

okay buy let's talk about how beautiful she is....especially in person? STUNNING😩😍

[emmyrosee]

ONG OMG OMG CLOTHES SHOPPING WITH SAMU AND SHOWING HIM ALL UR OUTFITS WHILE HE SISTS AND COMPLIMENTS U AND AHHHHH 😍

“Okay. That one’s my favorite.”

You roll your eyes and snicker as his eyes glaze up and down your body, a smile on his face while he soaks you all in. “They’ve all been your favorite, baby,” you remind him.

“I can’t help that you look good in everything,” he scoffs, leaning his elbows on his knees. "What, are you saying I shouldn't be grateful for dating a goddess? You're out of your mind."

Your cheeks are blazed from his words and your mind swirls, how he’s so sweet and the best at hyping you up keeping your heart pounding in your chest. Osamu’s always had the way to make you melt into a pile of mush, though doing it in public so boastfully is definitely new.

“I think I’ve got one more,” you assure, stepping back k into the dressing room.

“I miss you,” he calls.

“I miss you more,” you return, and you pick up the final article of clothing- a short, tight dress, one you snuck in when he was looking at men’s shoes so he’d never get a peek before seeing it adorning your body.

It slips on and fits like a glove.

You’re pretty sure you saved the best for last.

You smirk at your reflection as your hands smooth down the dress, giving yourself a little spin in the wide mirrors. You sigh softly, happily, and you hear him chuckle, “don’t leave me in suspense, come on now.”

“I don’t think you’re ready for me,” you challenge.

You hear him scoff, “oh, I’m ready for you.”

You’re quick to fiddle with the lock and open the door, revealing yourself for the nth time today.

This time, however, his jaw drops. His eyes widen and they shamelessly take you all in, and the smirk that starts to spread is captured by his teeth as he sinks his them into the fat of it. His body tightens, and he lets out a small sigh through his nose, a small hand coming up to card his hair back.

“Holy fuck.”

“Osamu!” You giggle. “Dont say that!”

“You look… divine, momma,” he exhales, dropping his hand and resting it on his knee. “I was full of it before- this one’s my favorite.”

“Yeah?” You mewl, using your index finger to beckon him closer, and as if tranced, he stands up and makes his way to you, hands immediately reaching out to rest on your hips. “You like it that much?”

“I love it, angel face,” he confesses, his eyes shining with adoration and complete obsession. “If you get nothing from today- which you absolutely should- get the dress. For me.”

“For you?”

He chuckles, “yeah. Wanna look at you in it forever.”

[ghostsangel]

Can I be greedy and maybe ask for a little more plus size reader x ghost? I love it so much! Maybe one where she's a new medic or therapist on base? All the soldiers giver her shit cos of her size? I'm sorry if this is greedy feel free to say no I just looooove your writing 😍

you asked and i will always deliver!!!

simon “ghost” riley x plus-size!reader

tags/warnings: mdni, fatphobia, oral (f receiving), body worship, implied sex, ghost is a fuckin’ softie

Your new job is making you want to scream.

Sure, you’ve been a doctor for years, and an army doc for the past two, but the job isn’t making you want to yell into the void—it’s the men.

Who knew that being a plus-size female was a crime? Apparently, that’s what the men on her new base think when they look at her. She can hear the whispers as she passes in her scrubs—“New doc should take her own advice and get on a diet,” “I thought the military had a weight limit? Guess I was wrong,” “Think if we asked her to run a lap she’d puke first?”

The berating is hard to ignore. Your size has always been a touchy subject for you, even all through college and med school. Your tummy is too large, accompanied by thick thighs and flabby arms that you have come to hate. But according to your doctor, you’re perfectly healthy. Your labs always come back perfect, and you exercise regularly—running, stretching, lifting weights. The weight is just hard to come off.

Today has been particularly hard—two of the soldiers you worked on had given you snide remarks about your weight as you fixed them up, and it had taken all of you not to cry before you were finished stitching their wounds closed.

You exhale as you rip your gloves off and toss them in the trash, turning around to put your hands on the steel countertop, trying to support yourself. You want to scream, but your pity party is interrupted by a gruff voice behind you.

“Am I interruptin’?”

You jump, startled, before turning around to see another soldier in front of you. This one you know. Simon Riley, aka Ghost. You’ve seen him around base the short time you’ve been here, and he’s always intimidated you. Tall, muscular, always has that mask on. You swallow as you look up at him, shaking your head.

“No, are you okay? How can I help you?” You ask, brushing the few strands of loose hair behind your ear.

Ghost clears his throat, eyes boring into yours from behind his mask. “Just checkin’ on you. I’ve heard whispers about you all over base.”

Your cheeks flame, and you feel hot all over. The sentence makes you nervous and angry—you hate that you’re the talk of the base.

“Come to add to the array of fat jokes I’ve been getting?” You ask bitterly, crossing your arms over your stomach.

Ghost squints his eyes, shaking his head. “No. I came to tell ya not to let the comments bother you.”

You knit your brows, peering into his eyes. “That’s hard when I feel like shit because of the other soldiers here.”

“Don’t listen to them.” Ghost takes a large step toward you, but you don’t move away, as nervous as he makes you. “Nothin’ wrong with the way you look.”

Your cheeks are still hot, and you bite on the inside of your cheek. “You mean that?”

His gaze darkens, and you swear you see him smile under the mask. “Sweetheart, just lookin’ at ya makes my imagination run wild.”

His comment takes you aback, and you struggle to find a response, too flustered to think. “What—I—what?”

He chuckles, taking another step forward, a gloved hand reaching out to run a finger down your cheek. “I said…lookin’ at ya makes my mind race. Thinkin’ of all the things I wanna do with you…”

His touch makes you shiver and you blink up at him. His fingertips run over your side to your ass, giving the flesh a hearty squeeze, a laugh slipping past his lips when you squeal.

“Come on, doll. Lemme worship that body of yours. Y’look like a fuckin’ goddess.”

Your mouth hangs open and you struggle to process his words. Instead of speaking, you nod, heat flaring in your tummy leading down to between your thighs. Ghost wastes no time, pulling the mask up to his nose and leaning down, kissing you hungrily and pressing your body against his. His cock is already hard against your tummy, and you moan when his tongue licks along your bottom lip, demanding entry.

You oblige, his tongue sliding along yours as he tugs at the bottom of your scrubs, discarding them quickly. Your shirt is next, revealing the black bra you wear underneath. You blush furiously, but Ghost wastes no time in feeling up your tummy and breasts, his tongue moving down your neck to your chest.

He unhooks your bra with one hand, the other discarding the fabric as your breasts fall loose. Gravity isn’t kind to them—they’re not perky, they’re large, nipples pointed to the ground, but Ghost doesn’t give two shits as his two large gloved hands grasp them and squeeze.

Your back arches and you muffle a whine when his tongue flicks out to swirl around your hardened peak, the fingertips of his hand playing with the other one—pinching, pulling, squeezing. It’s enough to flood your panties, and you look down at him as he plays your body like a fiddle.

“Fuck, I—” You groan out, your hands gripping the steel countertop behind you.

His lips travel lower and lower, pressing soft kisses to your skin—breasts, tummy, hips. Ghost looks up at you from underneath his mask as he tugs your panties down, revealing your slick cunt.

“Fuckin’ perfect,” he groans, licking his bottom lip as his hands travel up to squeeze your breasts. He pushes your thighs apart and wastes no time in licking up your pussy to your clit, your eyes fluttering shut.

He looks like a god on his knees in front of you, eyes boring into yours, tongue swirling and mouth sucking on your clit. He rolls your nipples between his fingers and you cry out at the pleasure, cunt already quivering and he’s barely touched you.

“Come on, sweetheart, gimme that cum. You taste so bloody perfect; could eat this cunt for hours.”

His talk makes your mouth drop open, and you tilt your head forehead to take in the sight of him. His cheeks are flushed, mask rolled up to his nose. He’s panting against your cunt as his tongue licks around your clit before fucking into your tight hole, soft groans leaving him.

It’s the sight of him, so lost in your body, that makes you come. You cry out, legs trembling, pussy throbbing around his tongue as his thumb moves to work your clit. He grins up at you like a mad man, juices coating his chin, tongue out and running over your slit once more.

“Fuckin’ perfect,” he murmurs, kissing your clit before standing up. His hands roam your soft curves, squeezing your ass and the flesh of your belly before they move to cup your face.

“Come find me tonight,” he mutters, tilting your head up to look at him. “Wanna do that again, feel you come on my cock.”

You’re speechless, still panting and shaking, but you nod. He smirks, lowering the mask before dressing you again, making sure everything is in place before kissing your forehead.

“I’ll see you tonight, doll.”

After that night, with Ghost by your side, the comments stop. What you didn’t know was that Ghost threatened to disembowel anyone that spoke against his girl.

[servingrobin]

hii im in love with your writing 😍 gonna binge on all of them ❤️‍🩹 do you accept requests with smut? If so... Could I ask for the monster trio (mostly Sanji) doing a fisting to their SO for the first time? 🙈

Ahhhh filth I love it 🥳 this is wildly out of my experience lol so imagination was used 😂

Sanji, Zoro, Luffy

Warnings: actual FILTH, dirty dirty smut, oral (fem receiving), stretching, fisting, dirty talk, Zoro’s may well be beyond biological possibility but I ran with my imagination

✨requests are open ✨

Sanji:

- this man is obsessed with you

- Wants to live inside your skin if he could

- So when you admit a dirty little fantasy of getting more ‘Ehem’ stretched out on occasion

- Sanji is frothing at the mouth to give you what you desire

- He’ll make a whole evening of it - a sweet candlelit dinner (that somehow feels dirtier when you think about his plans for the night), a glass of wine on deck, small touches and brushes through the night to electrify your skin

- When you finally make it to the bedroom Sanji will be kissing his way down your body, worshipping every dip and curve with his lips

- “So beautiful mon coeur, how could I be so lucky to place my lips upon such a goddess?”

- Wants to prepare you as thoroughly as possible

- Spends hours licking and suckling on your cunt, feeling every tense and clench with a groan of his own

- Makes you cum several times before his fingers even touch you

- And when they do, oh boy

- Painfully slow, one finger at a time with long languid strokes that send you into space

- Sets a leisurely pace scissoring two fingers apart to stretch you out, deliberately brushing that delicious spot inside you

- Works up to three and then four fingers inside you and you feel so full you could pass out

- Your eyes are rolling back from the sensation and Sanji is so painfully hard he has to hold himself still, he thinks even a slight movement will send him shooting his seed prematurely

- Finally he works his whole hand in with steady sedate movements

- You cum almost immediately, wetness gushing forth and your pussy clenching around Sanji’s hand like a vice

- At this point Sanji spurts his own release across the bed, hips jittering against the covers at the sight of you so delightfully spread by his fist

- Aftercare includes tender love and kisses to your cunt, kitten licks and slow fucking through “just one more for me darling.”

Zoro:

- Zoro pushes your imagination with every fuck

- He’ll batter every boundary you thought you had in the best way, unpicking every taboo thought and fantasy that ever dared to flit through your mind

- So when you bring up the idea of fisting, Zoro simply smirks and ruffles your hair in that affectionate condescending way of his

- Doesn’t mention it again for a few days and you start to forget about it

- Until one evening when you’re both on your bed, lying side by side as you lazily kiss and pet each other

- Zoro explores your mouth with his tongue, hands grabbing and squeezing every part of your body in turn whilst you tug at his short hair with clenched hands

- Finally he reaches your clothed thighs and cups your sex

- “M’gonna stretch you out tonight Princess, break you in properly…” his voice is husky in your ear and you let out a squeak as his whole hand punches at your cunt through your underwear

- Zoro is not the most verbal of lovers so whenever he whispers lines like that, you gush like freshly fucked

- He pulls back to give you a quick assessing look, his normal seeking of permission before continuing

- Zoro waits for your eager nod before manoeuvring to lean up, patting his lap aggressively

- You hastily crawl over, shucking off your underwear and positioning yourself hovering over your lovers lap

- He wastes no time slipping two fingers into your already soaked folds, giving you very little time to adjust before pistoning his fingers in and out of you

- You can only screech and claw at his shoulders, holding on for the ride as Zoro brushes and batters every part of your cunt he knows will send you flying

- He has you squirting from his two fingers at least twice before he’ll add a third

- And the pattern will continue: a few orgasms before he’ll add the next finger, Zoro’s trousers soaked underneath you, his own arousal straining against the fabric and lewdly highlighted by the clinging wetness from your fluids

- It doesn’t take long for him to work his whole hand inside, lifting you up slightly so he can watch as his fist disappears inside your perfect cunt above him

- You’re keening, eyes rolling back as you rock back and forth around the obscene stretch

- If you’re feeling really brave Zoro will go further, pushing his trousers down around his base and stretching you beyond comprehension as he forces his cock into his closed fist, jacking off inside you

Luffy:

- This man is the literal god of stretch

- So his concept of the human body is a tad off and that does come across in the bedroom

- “Wanna fill you up mama…” is his normal prayer of an evening, and one day Luffy decides his cock is not enough

- He makes a game of fingering you, elongating each finger to tickle every sensitive spot inside you

- You’re shouting and giggling and cumming all over the bed

- “Just a lil more fer me gorgeous…” He’ll hum from his spot between your legs, stretching you out with one then two then three fingers.

- Luffy will stretch and shrink the sizes of each finger to alter the sensations, squeezing every ounce of pleasure from you

- “Ya ready to be an extra good girl fer yer captain?” Luffy will cackle, surging forward to wrap his lips around your clit as his thumb joins the rest of his fingers inside you

- He’ll gentle push inwards in circling motions, a steady rhythm to acclimatise you to the ungodly stretch

- Slurps on your pussy juices as he speeds up, whining as you clench around his hand in ecstasy

- He’ll have you begging for more, for anything he can give you

- And by god Luffy will give it all

[fandomfucker]

Hey I’m not sure if your requests are open? but if not please ignore me 🥺 I was wondering if you could write about sleek back undercut hair black suit Rhea with Fem Reader. All of TJD go to a party and Fem Reader catches Rhea attention in her little black number and it’s like instant sexual tension. Fem reader is shy cuz she’s never been with a woman so Rhea takes the lead and they have a hot make out session in the corner of the club or private booth or something.. then they have a 1 night stand at the hotel or something like that. 😍

Thanks!!

P.S I love your stories so much. 😭💘

A/N: I haven't written smut in a while so if its bad I apologize, it took me literally forever😭Also enjoy the Naomi cameo, I've been binge-watching total divas lately lol

WARNINGS: SMUT!!! (dom!rhea, oral/fingering, hickies, breasts, make-outs)

Word Count: 3,139

Reader's POV

After-parties were always more fun than the actual event. Case in point, when you meet the hottest woman you've ever seen and she's into you.

The actual event I'd been invited to was a WWE party one of my friends, a WWE superstar, had asked me to as a plus-one.

I linked arms with Naomi as we squeezed through the doorway, making our way into the crowded bar.

We giggled to each other as we ducked together, having to walk in tiny steps so as not to ride our short dresses up any further than they already were.

I stumbled slightly in my heels over the wood flooring, and Naomi had to catch me, now cackling at me all the while, "Girl, be careful before your whole cookie falls out."

The two of us shuffled our way to the bar, carefully avoiding damp and sticky portions of the bartop as we rested our arms atop it, waiting for the bartender.

I took a look around, scoping out the surroundings. It was mostly WWE superstars, with a few plus ones and even fewer average customers.

My heart seemed to skip a beat as my gaze landed on a goddess of a woman sitting at a booth in the back corner. She wore a stunningly flattering black suit and her short black hair was slicked back. Her makeup was a bit extravagant but it seemed to suit her perfectly.

Her eyes scanned the room as well, pausing on where her other three Judgment Day members danced together a few feet away from their booth. She took slow sips of her brandy, the condensation from the glass slipping down her wrist and dropping down where I wish I could watch.

Naomi's voice pulled me from my thoughts, my cheeks flushing as I turned back around and gave my order to the bartender. As soon as he walked away Naomi turned to me.

"Y/n, what was that?"

"What was what?" I feigned innocence, staring at the counter and playing with a straw to avoid her judging stare.

She grabbed my hands, stopping my fidgeting. "You know what. I know she's hot, but she's also not a good idea. You know how she is, especially with the rest of Judgment Day."

I nodded thoughtfully. Of course, I knew, but I wasn't actually going to do anything.

"I know, I'm going to stay away. However, while staying away, I can still look." I sent Naomi a joking look that sent us both into a fit of giggles.

Music pumped throughout the bar, a rainbow of colors flashing over the dancefloor, casting a myriad of colors over our faces.

A stolen glance towards the back of the bar had me sucking in my breath at the way the now perfectly purple light highlighted Rhea's sharp cheekbones.

Looking away before she could catch me, I turned back towards Naomi, who was dancing away in front of me. "Come on, girl."

She moved towards me and we danced together, close as can be.

Eventually, I peeled myself away from her to go grab another drink. "I'll be right back!"

Hopping up to the bar, I rested against the counter after waving the bartender down, waiting for my next drink.

The feeling of hands clamping down on either side of my waist and another body being pressed up behind me had my breath stopping and my heart quickening.

"Hi, sweetheart." A sultry Australian accent spoke into my ear, caressing it with her lips.

Rhea tugged on her earlobe with her teeth, sending waves of heat throughout my body.

"Rhea," I spoke, clearing my throat as my flaming cheeks betrayed me.

Just then, the bartender made his way back over, setting my drink down in front of me. "Did you want to add this to your tab?"

Before I could even open my mouth, Rhea responded for me. "You can just put it on mine."

He nodded and walked away, leaving the two of us alone.

Still holding my hips, Rhea gripped them harder and turned me around to face her.

My breath caught in my throat as I stared into her bright baby-blue eyes. She smirked at me, knowing the influence she had on me and the effects she was causing.

She slid her right hand up my body from my waist to my jawline, caressing my cheek with her thumb. She lined in, close enough for me to feel her breath against my lips.

"Do you really think I didn't see you watching me earlier?"

My blood ran cold as I shot my gaze back up to her eyes from her lips.

"It's okay sweetness, I like it when you watch me." She grinned as her hips pushed into me, pinning me against the bartop.

If she didn't stop I was going to have a heart attack.

She dropped her hand from my face and reached behind me to grab my drink.

Maintaining eye contact with me, she took a small sip of my drink, letting a drop fall down her lip.

"Let's go sit," She handed me my drink, which I numbly took from her, as she took my other hand in hers and guided me back to her booth.

I looked around the bar on the way back there for Naomi but she was nowhere to be found. I breathed a small sigh of relief at her absence. She couldn't make me feel bad about being with Rhea if she wasn't here to see me with Rhea.

Rhea sat down on the edge of the booth, pulling me forward to stand between her knees. She grabbed my other hand and tugged me towards her but I was too nervous to get too close voluntarily.

She quirked an eyebrow at me as she gently tugged me towards her again. "Come sit."

I tried to pull my hands away but she wouldn't loosen her grip. I licked my lips in nervousness, avoiding her eyes. "I, um. I've never done anything like this with a woman before." My cheeks burned with embarrassment and self-doubt.

"Don't worry, sweetness. I'll walk you through it, yeah?" She brought her right hand back up to my face, cupping my jaw as she stroked my cheek with her thumb.

I nodded eagerly. I wanted to do whatever she wanted me to, I was just really nervous and kind of out of my element.

She grinned up at me and spread her knees apart even further, tugging me down to sit on her thigh with my legs in between hers.

Sitting on her plush thigh, I could feel the slightly scratchy material of her pants on my upper thighs with the way my already short dress rode up on me when I sat.

Distracted, she managed to slip my drink out of my hand and put it on the table next to us between a few other empty glasses.

The hand previously holding mine moved to wrap around my waist, stroking the top of my thigh, while her other hand stayed caressing my face.

I wrapped an arm around her shoulders to steady myself, clutching the hem of my dress awkwardly with the other.

Locking eyes with her, she pulled me close, her lips locking with mine. Heat spread throughout my body as my body instinctually moved closer, leaving as little space between us as possible.

Deciding to listen to my instincts, I let go of my dress and bring it to her face. I tucked her hair behind her ear, not wanting anything in my way of her lips.

Her lips grinned against mine when she felt my touch on her hair. She removed her arm from around my waist, laying it at the top of my opposite leg making slow strokes up the length of my thigh, barely stopping once she reached the hem of my dress.

Her thumb began snaking its way under my dress, the rest of her hand following suit causing me to gasp and pull away.

The grin on her face at my reactions was like an addiction, I wanted nothing more than for her to continue grinning at me like that forever. And I'd do anything she asked of me to make that happen.

"Let's take this elsewhere, yeah?" She slapped my ass, making me jump at the unexpected touch. I stood up, self-conscious of the amount of liquid currently between my legs with the sheer amount of people around us.

Rhea gently pushed my thigh, moving me out of her way as she stood up. "I'm gonna go close our tabs, I'll be right back, okay? Don't go anywhere." She leaned in, leaning her hands on my hips, and bit at my lip before leaving me alone and speechless at the back of this nightclub.

My eyes wandered around the bar as I waited for Rhea to come back, seeing Naomi frantically looking around. I could tell she was searching for me and I began to shove my way through the crowd to her.

Luckily she wasn't too far away and saw me coming, pulling me into a crushing hug as soon as I was within arm's length.

As soon as we pulled away from each other, she was slapping my arm in frustration. "What the hell, y/n? You said you'd be right back and then I never saw you again!"

She held my forearms, presumably so I wouldn't run away again but I had no idea what to tell her. I knew Rhea was a bad idea, but she just felt so good.

"I-" Before I could even begin forming some kind of excuse I was cut off by the same voice from before.

"She was with me."

I turned around to see Rhea hovering over my shoulder with an impatient and irritated smirk plastered on her face.

"Can I talk to Y/n for a second? Alone?" Naomi asked Rhea, pulling me away from her without actually receiving a response.

She pulled me into a secluded corner, shielded from wandering eyes, including Rheas. "What are you doing? I thought we talked about this?"

Avoiding her disappointed gaze I shrugged, looking anywhere but at her. "I know, but..she came up to me first. And just one night can't hurt right?"

At that, she softened a bit. She knew my dating history wasn't great and I knew she just wanted the best for me.

"Look, you're an adult, and I trust you to make your own decisions. Just be careful okay? I love you too much to see you in pain over someone else."

I finally met her eyes, seeing the concern that I had heard in her voice and already knew was there. "I will I swear. It's just..." I contemplated my words. "She makes me feel fuzzy." I gushed like a teenager.

She pulled me in for a tight hug. "That's great Y/n. Just be safe and stay with her, don't try and leave the hotel by yourself and I'll see you tomorrow."

I hugged her back just as tight, giving her a small 'thank you' before pulling away and making my way back towards Rhea.

She straightened up from where she leaned against a pillar when she saw me, taking a couple of steps towards me to close the distance. "You ready, sweetheart?"

My breath was instantly stolen away from me again and I wound up just staring at her dumbly until she laughed and grabbed my hand, just pulling me out of the club.

The chilly night air had goosebumps pickling my flesh as we made our way to where she had parked her car.

Situating myself into the passenger seat I made myself comfortable, turning up the heat and turning on the seat warmers. I refrained from changing the music, knowing Rhea might've had a fit if I did.

She drove with one hand on the wheel, clutching the top of my thigh possessively with the other. Her jaw was clenched as we drove in a tense silence.

Parking towards the back of the hotel, we got out of the rental and made our way to the side door. Rhea swiped her key and held the door open for me, ushering me inside and to the elevator.

As soon as I was inside the elevator and turned back around to face Rhea, I was being pushed up against the back wall.

Her hands held my hips against the wall as her thigh slid in between mine. Her lips slid to my jawline, whispering kisses across my skin.

The elevator ride was short, only a minute or so. But a full minute of Rhea laying kiss after kiss, biting, and then immediately kissing the pain away all over my neck and jaw had my knees weak and panties soaked.

When the elevator came to a stop, seconds before the door opened, Rhea finally pulled away from me, pulling a frustrated moan out of my throat all the while.

She gave me a shit-eating grin and just grabbed my hand again, dragging me past the bewildered-looking couple waiting to get on the elevator.

Stopping down the hall at her hotel door, she refused to acknowledge me until we were inside the room with the door closed behind us. 

She grabbed my wrist and, once again, dragged me further into the room, tossing me onto the bed as if I weighed nothing.

I stared up at her from where she watched me. Specifically, the spot where my dress had ridden up on my thigh exposing most of my tiny black underwear.

Not removing her eyes from between my legs, she licked her lips, seemingly knocking herself out of it to reach behind her and grab the desk chair, rolling it to the edge of the bed and taking a seat.

"Take off your panties." She demanded, leaning back in the chair and folding her hands together as she trailed her gaze up my body, landing on the beauty marks she'd left.

Not wanting to accidentally upset her, I silently slipped off my heels, chucking them to the side of the bed haphazardly but slowed down when I got to my underwear.

I slipped my thumbs under the waistband, slowly bringing them down. Lifting my hips to get them over and then pulling them all the way off. I dropped them at the foot of the bed, figuring if she had wanted me to do something with them specifically she would've told me.

"Now take the dress off." She commanded me.

I immediately set to, reaching behind me to undo the zipper. Except I then remembered that I had help getting the dress on in the first place because I couldn't reach it.

Looking up at Rhea, I saw her hard-set eyes, my cheeks beginning to flush with embarrassment knowing I would need her help.

"Can you help me?" I ducked my head and got up on my knees, turning around for her to reach the zipper.

She let out a small laugh before reaching forward and pulling it down, pushing the shoulder straps off my shoulders.

Her fingers ghosted over my skin as she pushed my dress down my arms, sliding the fabric over my hips, bunching it up at my waist. I had never been more thankful to not be wearing a bra or nipple covers than now when Rhea reached around and started toying with both of my nipples.

Rolling them in between her fingers and occasionally grasping my whole breast with her hand, kneading it however she liked.

She stopped me from turning around by laying a hand at the base of my back and going back to running her hands up and down my body.

I felt her lips on the top of my back, right in the middle of my shoulder blades making me shiver.

I could feel her growing smile against me as she took her time laying kiss after kiss all over my back. Every square inch was kissed or licked, as she just did as she pleased to me, pulling small whimpers and moans from me.

When she finally pulled away, my back arched involuntarily as the cold air hit the lingering saliva sending goosebumps across my whole body.

"Turn around, love." Rhea's sultry voice instructed me.

Twisting my body around, I maneuvered around on my knees to face Rhea, standing on the floor but leaning towards me, with her hands on the mattress right in front of me to support herself.

She looked me up and down, seemingly contemplating what she wanted me to do. Grabbing the dress where it lay on my waist, she began to tug it down, indicating she wanted it off.

I laid back on the bed again to remove it, my eyes never leaving Rhea's face, while hers never left the dress.

As soon as the dress was on the floor, Rhea was on the bed hovering over me. She laid her hands on either side of my head, effectively caging me in.

My breath stilled as I looked up at her menacing grin. She slowly backed up, her feet landing on the floor with a carpeted thud. She kept going 'til she was kneeling on the floor, and I could feel her breathe on my inner knees.

"You're a little far away, aren't you darling?" Without any real warning, she grabbed the backs of my calves and pulled me forward so that my legs dangled off the bed but my pussy was mere inches away from her.

Gripping the bedsheets with anxiety, I looked down at her. Her gaze softened a bit when she noticed just how unconfident and nervous I was.

"Is this okay?" She rubbed circles on my leg as she questioned me, furrowing her brows when I just nodded in response.

She shook her head at me, "I need words, sweetness."

My cheeks flared again, "Yes."

"Yes, what?"

I took a deep breath. "Yes, Mami."

"Good girl," She smirked. "Your safeword's riptide."

Before I could even blink she had thrown herself forward, laying her lips on my clit, eliciting a moan from me immediately.

Her tongue came out and swirled around my clit, her piercing just cold enough to enhance the shocking sensations I was feeling.

She kept her tongue on my clit as she inserted one of her fingers into me. I writhed against her, grinding against her face for a chance of any kind of extra friction. 

Another finger was inserted and she began to speed up her pace, thrusting into me with her fingers as her tongue massaged my clit.

My legs began to tremble with each thrust, harder and harder. Faster and faster.

"Mami! I'm gonna come!"

She seemed to give me the go-ahead when she kept going, upping the severity of each thrust.

With a loud cry of her name on my lips, I came hard.

She kept fingering me, helping me ride out my high while she pulled her mouth away. Once I had stopped trembling so much she removed her fingers and went back in with her mouth, lapping up all my cum with her tongue.

I panted heavily, my thighs clenched tight around her head as she happily went to town cleaning me up.

Once she was satisfied, she looked up at me. "I know this is your first time with a woman but, we usually go for a while." She grinned wickedly at me, "You think you're up for it?"

[edgeray]

Hi Edge, it if possible and if you want to write it, could I request an Equestrian / Horse Girl AU about Arlecchino X Fem! Reader. To be more specific, it is a wholesome fluff scenario about Horseback-Rider! Fem! Reader and (Initially) Non-Equestrian Arlecchino.

Reader is a Dressage Rider who has a gorgeous Friesian horse that she rides and performs dressage techniques with. Her Friesian steed has a majestic mane and beautiful black fur coat. Also, the Friesian is clingy and super affectionate towards others, especially Arlecchino.

Reader really wants Arlecchino to start riding horses, but Arlecchino is unsure at first. Soon though, Arlecchino starts to ride Reader's Friesian and begins to adore horseback riding. Arlecchino and Fem! Reader's Friesian horse soon bond and start to get along together.

Reader is actually a bit jealous of the bond between her Friesian & Arlecchino at first, but gets over it rather quickly and is thankful that the two of them are getting along so well with each other. Arle is even thinking about practicing Dressage with your Friesian horse, which you approve of.

My apologies for the long ask; feel free to take as much time as you want to write this. Thank you, Ray!

How to (Horse)Ride Into Your Heart

(Arlecchino x Fem! Reader)

A/N - Hi anon! Thanks for the request. If you make another request make sure to give yourself a name/emoji so I can tell my anons apart! So this sounds really cute, the only problem is that I know nothing of horses or horse riding and I've never heard of Dressage so I had to call up my friend who is a horse girl lol. Also searched up a video of Dressage and it's actually kind of adorable to watch horses like do these tricks? Also Friesian horses are literally so 😍. Majestic af.  Cheesy ass title, I know, I couldn't think of anything better. Sorry if this isn't the best written because I know basically nothing besides basic research. I chose ‘Nyx’ based off of the Greek goddess of night since you wanted a Friesian horse specifically. Didn't know if you wanted Reader and Arlecchino to be already in a relationship, but I chose to have this start at pre-relationship. Lowkey, procrastination went hard while I was writing, I think I started at 12 or 1pm and it's 5:30 pm when I finished writing this lol. Hopefully you like this. May the longer word count make up for my lack of knowledge about horses.  🙏 Content warnings / info - author doesn't know what they're doing lmfao, afab reader, just some fluff, beginning and ending is a bit scuffed, 1.8k words

“Beautiful,” was the first thing that Arlecchino said to you when you first showcased dressage riding to her. At the time, you believed that she was regarding Nyx, your horse; while you weren't particularly wrong, her eyes were on you for the majority of the time.  

“Isn't she?” You inquired as the horse trotted towards her and stopped. You dismount Nyx, petting her black mane as the Friesian horse nudges back against you. You chuckle, carding your fingers through her hair. 

Arlecchino's gaze on you never leaves, and she only half-heartedly acknowledges your question with a short, approving hum. Her attention snaps to the Friesian when you glance back at her. 

“Can I…?” Arlecchino prompts as she raises a hand towards the horse, but stops a few inches before.

You nod, smiling encouragingly. You step aside to allow Arlecchino to approach her. “She likes the base of her mane the most.” Arlecchino does just that, scratching and rubbing the withers of Nyx. In return, Nyx dips her head down slightly, her ears pointed backwards but lax. A growing smile plays on the taller woman's lips as she continues the gesture for minutes, and the Friesian leans more towards her. 

“Is she typically like this with people? She's so calm,” Arlecchino notes, now combing through the black mane with gloved fingers. 

“Yes, but she especially likes you,” You state as you notice Nyx lean towards Arlecchino's palm. “I think she'd even let you ride her.”

Arlecchino pauses before softly shaking her head. “Maybe next time I visit. But thank you–for inviting me. It's been a while since we've seen each other, and it's nice to see that you're doing well. I can't believe we both had the same thoughts of moving back to our home town.” 

“Neither can I. You look like you're well too. But you know, you really should consider horseback riding a try. I think you'd be a really good rider, especially if you start off with a horse like Nyx.”

“You think so?” 

You nod. “You have the patience for it. You can definitely do it. And there's nothing to be scared about if I have you with Nyx. As you already know, she's very calm and gentle, so there's nothing to worry about.”

Arlecchino sighs, though you can tell there's no grievance behind it. “You aren't going to let this go anytime soon, are you?”

“How did you know?” You say cheekily. 

“Next time, then. Does that sound good? I should be on my way though…” Arlecchino murmurs to herself before turning to you, an amused glint in her eyes and her lips curl into the slightest, cunning grin. “Oh, one last thing.”

Arlecchino leans in, grazing her lips against your cheek, making you short-circuit then and there, feeling the heated plumpness against your skin. You sharply inhale while your heart soars. She pulls away, an unusual softness in her expression.

“It's been lovely seeing you. I'll see you soon.” She pivots on her heel and walks away, leaving you stunned with Nyx still beside you.

Standing frozen, you raise your hand to your cheek, smearing the red lipstick left on the pads of your fingers. You bring it up to your sight, flushing more and more as you begin to process what she had just done. 

“Stupid French people,” you mutter to yourself, the tips of your ears burning. 

Nyx snorts. If she were anything besides a horse, you would think she was teasing you.  

—

Arlecchino comes by the pasture exactly a week later while you groom Nyx. Too focused on humming to yourself as you comb through Nyx's mane, you don't notice Arlecchino until she knocks on the stable gate. You jerk in surprise, standing up and whipping your attention towards the guest.   

“O-oh, Arlecchino! I didn't know you were coming today,” you say after you were startled half to death by her abrupt and unannounced arrival.

“My apologies. I had texted you and called you a few hours ago asking if I could stop by, but I'm assuming you haven't seen it yet. There was a change of plans today so I found myself with about half a day of free time. I decided to drop by to see if you were busy. I can leave if you are.”

“Oh,” you dumbly state, and you pull out your phone to check. Indeed, the first few notifications were a few text messages and a missed call saved under the contact ‘most gorg woman 😍.’ You shove back the phone into your pocket, embarrassed that you have forgotten that you had saved her under that name. “I-I'm sorry, I was just busy with Nyx–”

“No worries. I can always stop by another time if you'd–”

“No, no, I just meant that I was distracted, but I'm not busy.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, yes, come here,” you urge her, and she enters the stable. Nyx greets her with a snicker, notably relaxed. “Do you want to help me groom her?”

 Arlecchino approaches the Friesian, rubbing her by the mane to which the horse leans towards her. “If you'd allow me.” 

After briefly teaching her how to properly groom her, she takes to it like a natural, and you can tell that Nyx becomes more and more relaxed with each brush stroke. It's amazing, how quickly the horse grows to trust Arlecchino within two meetings, but you can't say you're quite surprised–Arlecchino seems to have this sort of charm to her, that's not easily describable. 

You can't deny the hint of jealousy that dwells within you from the fast bond, but you shake your head, ridding it away. Even though Arlecchino has gotten her trust faster, there's no reason to grow jealous; it's not like the two of you would be fighting over Nyx. 

You watch the tenderness she takes to your horse, and how Nyx responds back in earnest, and it nearly makes you melt at the mutual fondness between the two of them. The more you observe her, the more handsome Arlecchino becomes… the way she rolled up her sleeves, displaying the flex of her bicep muscles…

Your trance is quickly broken when Arlecchino addresses you. “Am I doing something wrong?” 

“N-no, you're doing fine! Nyx really likes it.” You respond back quickly, your voice cracking to which you chide yourself for. The other woman watches your expression for a moment longer before she looks back at the horse. 

Once you deem that Nyx had enough brushing, you suggest teaching her how to horse ride today. 

“I don't want to take up too much of your time…”

“I have all day, Arlecchino. Unless you have somewhere you have to go? Or are you just scared?” You verbally jab at her a bit. 

Arlecchino huffs. “Fine, fine… I suppose.” 

You first teach her how to mount and dismount. Nyx, of course, makes for an excellent demonstration partner, as you showcase how to use the stirrup and how you move your legs while getting up and off the Friesian. Mounting is always the easier part than dismounting, which requires a bit more balance. As she maneuvers both legs on the side of Nyx, Arlecchino nearly slides off the horse and tumbles onto the ground, if it weren't for you catching her. 

“Careful,” you say breathlessly, trying to ignore the proximity between the two of you, the way your hands found purchase on her hips, or how loud your heart is racing in your eardrums. 

Arlecchino meekly nods, uncharacteristic for someone so typically stoic. You swear that her cheeks were the smallest tinge of pink. She gets on top of Nyx without your help, and after a few more times, she's able to comfortably mount and dismount. 

Next, you teach her the correct riding positions and practice exercises, before moving onto walking and steering Nyx. That's the most that you're able to get to before the sun starts setting. 

“You’re getting used to this really quickly, huh?” You compliment with a proud grin, as you help her off Nyx. Warmth bleeds through from her skin and spreads onto you guys point of contact. You're swift to pull your hand away before it gets too sweaty. “I mean… you're always really fast at picking stuff up. I guess that's what made you such a genius in high school, right?”

Arlecchino chuckles, shaking her head. She brushes Nyx's mane as a silent gesture of gratitude. “It's only because I had a great instructor,” she says. “I didn't imagine that I would enjoy the experience as much as I did.” 

“I'm glad that you enjoyed it. But I think Nyx deserves a break.” You reward her with a pet on her muzzle. 

“You were such a good girl,” you coo. “Thank you, girlie.” 

“Say… how about I do something for you as a thank you for the free lessons?” Arlecchino proposes. “If you don't have anything to do for a few more hours.” 

“Sure, what is it?”

That night, you had the most amazing dinner at Arlecchino's place. And perhaps, you overstayed your time, well past midnight, by the time you returned back. Arlecchino showed you a number of her talents in the different rooms of her home. Crawling into your bed, your body still buzzed from your nighttime activities with her, and an excitement bubbles within you. You can't wait for the next horse riding lesson with her. 

— 

Expectedly, Arlecchino was able to learn most of everything in the few months you started teaching her. Weekly lessons turned into twice a week, and then you were seeing her nearly everyday. Between that span of months, a few things had happened. Nyx had gotten to be as friendly with her as she is with you. At first, you were a bit frustrated at that ordeal, but your ire is quickly pushed aside at seeing the heartwarming growth between the two. Arlecchino loves Nyx as much as you do, and vice versa with the Friesian. 

Your relationship with Arlecchino also developed. The first night you had taught her, led you to a home-made dinner that was everything but explicitly romantic, but following afterwards, affections for one another were soon unveiled then, which then turned into… physical intimacy. Since then, the two of you have been together. 

After watching a dressage competition you participated in, Arlecchino comes up to your side, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. “You did great.”

You giggle. “It's all thanks to Nyx.” 

 “Hm… don't dismiss your own feats,” she lightly scolds, pressing her mouth against yours a tad more aggressively as a punishment. “I'm sure Nyx would agree.”

Giving a defeated hum, you pull away from her and bury your face into the nook of her neck as she strokes your back lightly.  

“Speaking of which. As I was watching you, I think I want to try out dressage riding myself.”

“Really? You do?” You murmur into her skin.

Your girlfriend nods. “Yes. Is that okay?”

“Of course it is.”

“Would you teach me?”

“It'd be my pleasure.” 

[the-desilittle-bird]

Hello lovely!! Can you do one where the reader has given birth to Daemon Targaryen daughter that blessed to a god?? (Aphrodite

Author's Note- So, this is extremely short and not up to the mark but it is due to my freaking exams but only two days and I am free! I used the Valyrian Goddess of beauty instead of Aphrodite because it made more sense to me at least. So I hope you have no problem.

Thank you and Enjoy your reading!

Blessings of the Goddess

Daemon Targaryen x Wife!Reader

Summary- The Goddess decided to visit her children as the time grew closer...

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Warnings- Steamy and then complete fluff. Dad!Daemon 😍

GIF Credits to @bonniebird

His soft lips ran down her exposed shoulder, leaving light kisses and brushes as they moved down. His hair caressing her jaw while his one hand rubbed her swollen belly. The other was working its way to slowly remove the dress which was clinging to her body.

Her breathy moans and gasps had Daemon groaning above him as he moved kiss the exposed parts of her chest. Her sensitive nipples brushed against the fabric of her dress confining her body uncomfortably.

A kick inside her body made her groan and push a heavily breathing Daemon away as her face contracted with agony. On the other hand, Daemon looked at (Y/N) with pouty lips.

"What happened?" His face sobered as he saw his wife clutching her belly. The Prince's dear wife only sighed, rubbing her huge belly as she felt her hyperactive child moving inside her, landing punches and kickes at whatever it could find.

"Has she started again?" Daemon asked as he laid his hand over her belly, rubbing it while kissing it softly, not to hurt or cause discomfort to the love of his life.

It was both funny and enduring how the Rogue Prince decided to declare the still unborn child a daughter and decide for Alyssa or Visenya as a name. Never considering a boy like other lords and princes.

"Can I ask you something, Dae?" (Y/N) asked softly, her hands moving to draw circles on the back of his hand. Daemon raised his eyebrows while smiling. He moved to sit against their bed frame, before pulling his wife to let her rest on his chest.

"Yes, darling."

"Skoro syt gaomagon ao pendagon bona se riña iksis iā tala?" (Why do you think that the child is a daughter?)

Daemon smiled and placed a kiss on (Y/N)'s bare shoulder. The prince leaned back with his eyes closed as he repeated the vivid dream from a few moons past.

"I was in this beautiful garden with pathways of marble and exotic trees lining them. Flowers surrounded the entirety of the garden while the sun had a warm glow to its light. Birds chirped a song unknown to us.

And then, emerged an extremely beautiful lady. Deep, lavender eyes with the most purest of silver strands. She was dressed in a fine red dress of silk. Her long neck and wrists adorned with jewelry of valyrian steel.

She introduced herself as Tessarion, the Goddess of Beauty. She talked about our unborn child, declaring that our child is her avatar. Her reincarnation in a human form.

Since that day, I could only think of the child and remember that dream and that serene and beautiful face and feel as if... as if she is my daughter. Our daughter."

Daemon's hand rubbed his wife's baby bump while his wife looked at him with wonder. Her (E/C) eyes wide with tears glimmering in them like stars in a clear night sky.

"Then, our child is a daughter."

[dino-fart]

Hey goddess it's me again you follower 😳👀🇬🇹😍. Here for another Aqua papí request. This time a Namor x Talokan reader! Because ya know represent 🇬🇹😍.

Attuma has been flirting with (Y/n). Who Namor is in has his eyes on. To show his dominance and of course, him being jealous he lowkey fucks the reader on his throne 👀 some smut low key?

😍❤ Thanks love.

@clea-strange-is-the-way​

OHHOHOHOHOHOHOHO

You rejected Attuma’s advances many times, you admired him but more like a valiant warrior than anything else. You were now summoned by the great Ku'ku'lkán. You swam to the throne room, you made sure to wear the beautiful outfit the great king gifted you. You hair was done in a long braid and floated around you when you swam in place. The great king looked up to see you and gestured you to come to him. You swam over to him and now floated right in front of him. 

“Le atuendo ku yilik jats'uts ti' teech. (The outfit looks beautiful on you.)” He said, his eyes looking over your beautiful body. The way the sun’s ray shined on you and showed off your blue skinned made him entranced by you. He had to have you...Now.

“Nib óolal, mi Ajaw. (Thank you my king).” You smiled at him. 

He reached over to grab your hand and pulled you onto his lap in a swift movement. You gasped and looked at him. “Wáaj teech mía, mi amado? (Are you mine, my beloved?)” He whispered against your ear. 

“Je'el...(Yes...)” You let out a soft moan. He positioned you to straddle his hips and roamed his hands over your body. He tugged at your outfit and you looked at him in shock. “M-mi ajawo'! Ba'ax ti' le sala ti' le trono. Wáaj máax ma' táan u taal in wil k. (M-My king! In the throne room? Won't someone come in and see us?)” 

“P'at le. Túun verán máax perteneces. (Let them. Then they will see who you belong to.)” Namor captured your lips in a passionate kiss. You moaned softly and kissed him back, resting your hands on his shoulders. Namor kissed you harder and pressed his body against you. You could feel his hard erection against your folds. He pulled back from you and gently moved his hand to undo the tie of your braid. “Suelta a tso'otsel a pool, taak in wilik tuláakal a ki'ichpanil. (Let your hair loose, I want to see all your beauty.)” Namor commanded you softly. 

You leaned back and loosened your braid. Your hair now open and floated behind your head. That earned a smile from the king and he began to kiss along your neck slowly. You dig your fingers in his hair when he nipped your neck. You gently grinded against him and he stood up. 

He held you close and continued kissing you while he removed his shorts and your skirt. He sat back down on his throne with you on his lap. You pulled back to look down at his big cock and bit your lip. “Uts a wilik wáaj? (Like what you see?)” He smirked and you nodded. He leaned forward to kiss between your breasts and removed your bra. 

He tossed it aside and his lips attached to your nipple while his hand massaged your other breast. You threw your head back and moaned softly at his touch. He moved his hand from your breast to his cock and pumped it a few times before guided it to your pussy. You lifted your hips and sank down on his cock. The two of you moaned and he began to guide your hips. 

You rode his cock and rested your hands on his shoulders tightly. Namor kissed you passionately and cupped your cheek while he did so. Your movements weren’t enough for him, so he gripped your left hip with his free hand and thrusted up into you. You let out a cry against his lips and he slipped his tongue into your mouth. His tongue easily dominated yours as you were a melting mess from his thrusts. 

Namor moved his hand from your cheek and now gripped your hips roughly. He began to thrusts into your faster. Your nails raked down his back as his cock pounded into you. “Táan in naats'il! (I’m close!)” You gasped loudly. Namor nipped and kissed along your breasts as his pace increased. You gripped harder when he did and soon came onto his cock. 

Namor then flipped around and sat you on the throne. He wrapped your legs around his waist and gripped your hips. From his standing position, he began to thrust his hips faster into you, chasing his orgasm. He came inside of you and let out a loud groan. He relaxed his grip on your hips and panted. “Ma'alobech? (Are you okay?)” He panted and scooped you in his arms. He sat on the throne and sat you down on his lap sideways, your feet propped up on the arm of the throne. 

“Je'el, mi Ajaw. (Yes, my king)” You nodded and leaned over to kiss his cheek. 

Namor smiled softly at you and held you close. “In yaakunech mi futura reina (I love you my future queen)” He brushed your hair back and kissed your lips tenderly. 

[officialdaydreamer00]

Two souls rest in the fields of Elysium….a blond man resting in the lap of his beloved, a fair lady with black-fading-to-blue hair. Her soft pets caress his gentle locks with a fondness birthed from loving him countless times; he was truly and indeed lucky to have someone like the goddess Siren fall in love with a mortal like him.

“Would we have been happier?” Rook catches her mumbling. His eyes blink open. “If we were both of the same realm, would we have to fight all the challenges we face?”

He sits up, caress her tortured face.

“Mon amor,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to her lips. “We would be happy in any realm, as long as I’m in love with you and you’re in love with me.”

— tell me oracle…tell me my fate with Rook Hunt, would we have been happier if I were a mortal, like him, or if he was an immortal, like me?

HEHEHE IM BACK IRENE!! ✨✨ I’m sooo excited for the new event, THE VIBES??? THE VIBES?!?! Hwjahdhjabaj PJO AND SONG OF ACHILLES 😍😍

Have fun with my request and don’t worry about anything! Rest and relax, don’t stress yourself out

<3 siren

"The Hunter who sought for true beauty

Found solace at last in a fallen deity

A bond thicker than ichor, the end should they meet

The life of mortals, of which they shall greet."

character: rook hunt, siren (oc)

content: short drabble, fluff, heavily implied established relationship, mainly tooth rotting materials, just a sprinkle of angst, greek mythology

the oracle speaks — soft rook soft rook!! idk im just gonna write a whimsical romantic frenchman i guess ^^;

May the Fates be kind to this soul.

— a gasp left her lips, siren jolted awake.

her mind was spinning, clouded with an endless train of thoughts. what was that she just hear? it felt so familiar to her, but what exactly?

only then did she noticed her surroundings. lying underneath the trees and a peaceful view of a pristine river, the sound of water running was like bell chimes in her ears.

where was she?

"ma chérie! you're awake!"

entered a voice of the man she held dear to her soul. she looked up, seeing the beautiful locks of blond hair she loved running her hand through, pretty green eyes that went soft with utter adoration, all for her, and her only. his gloved hand lifted hers to his pink lips that kissed her so gently, her hand still felt that tingling sensation he left.

it was him.

"rook? darling, is that... you?" she murmured.

he smiled, leaning down to kiss her. "it is i, chérie."

that was all she needed. rook was taken aback when she threw her hands around his neck, pulling him in for a tight hug. he blinked, but returned it nonetheless with a protective hold.

the smile never left his face as his hands softly caressed her hair, the very way she did with so much love and care.

"Until the very end," he said. "I love you, my dearest Goddess."

remember to reblog if you enjoy my works!

[simmingnate]

Siri, play 'Here Comes the Bride - Comedy Trumpet Noise remix'

Katrina has arrived and is stomping up the aisle to secure her man! She's never felt so happy in her life - and yes, this does include the birth of her daughters. How could that even compare?!

The couple are at the altar - looking as mismatched as ever - and Beverlee spies a look of true love in Katrina's eye, and this plants a seed of worry.

What if Don is about to double-cross her? What if this was all an elaborate hoax to embarrass her?!

Re that 'look of true love'… here it is!

If the heart-eyes emoji was a person (or a Sim), it would be Katrina Caliente in this exact moment 😍

Don begins his vows to Katrina… 'love of my life, my flame-haired goddess, the MILF I never knew I needed…' etc etc.

His words sound sincere to Beverlee - this better just be the performance of a lifetime and nothing more! 😬

Now for Katrina's vows… and they're far too mushy for me to even begin to type. In short, she's really into Don, and Don put on an excellent show of appearing to be really into her. Those tears! 👏

And thus, Don and Katrina were bound in unholy matrimony ❤️

[maestro-of-clockwork]

I mean okay you do you but Venus is a fugly word like v e n u s ? 🫤 Jupiter sounds prettier 😍🪐 someone who is named jupiter def has blonde or orange hair, ☺️ or dyed it to be like purple or blue 🤩🥰

It's ironic that you say that the name "Venus" sounds ugly, because the planet was named after the Roman goddess of love and beauty. Jupiter, on the other hand, was named after the king of the Roman gods.

Roman mythology was influenced by Greek mythology, so they were derived from Aphrodite and Zeus, respectively...

In short, you've indirectly called Aphrodite's name unsightly, hee-hee...

[pamet-u-glavuuu]

Not the wig! They should’ve just styled her short hair

I don't like how the wig looks but anyway Z looks like a goddess 🤌

Her tan is too good 😍

[ifidiedinadream]

I’m delusional enough to believe that I’ll end up in a relationship with a band dude at some point. I ain’t settling for anything less but a cute alternative boy with tattoos and black leather pants and an obsession for music who’s treating me like a goddess. I don’t care that for now he only exists in my head, I’m sure he’s out there 😌

✨ manifesting ✨

i dated a band dude once. for a short period of time. nothing to add really but i absolutely understand your preferences 😂

this also reminded me of yesterday, i went to the comic convention i was telling you about, i saw this dude (an illustrator and tattoo artist, so no really a band dude but close enough) and he had long hair, died black, and tattoos, and was wearing black clothes. i looked at him like 😦😍 and my friends were making fun of me like we were fucking teenagers 😭 i was too shy and i didn't say anything, i don't usually get shy around men but this one was so handsome and i got timid 👉🏻👈🏻 later my friend told me she thought he'd totally like me back and im still, as we italians say, gnawing at my hands with regret right now

let's hope a handsome alternative artistically inclined boy will come along, both for me and you anon 😂😂

[jinhyun]

I remember you saying we need to openly simp over Ryujin on the main so here you go. let’s all simp over short hair goddess Shin Ryujin😍🌷

dude when i tell you i've been screaming over this all day like i even shared this to my instagram stories and simped on main to all my friends bc i mean SHIN RYUJIN WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME 😭😭😭😭😭

[safyresky]

Smile Shots: Clawfoot Tub

Was thinking of what Diteline Valentine's Day probably looks like, given it is Dite's BUSIEST day of work and often one of the COLDEST days of the year. This was what I thought up! I was a little torn on how it would end up, but I knew for sure they would be chillin in a hot bath together after their long ass day lmao. Please enjoy what I was originally calling A Very Diteline Valentine's Day aka, "Two girls, chillin' in a hot bath, thigh to thigh because they're SO gay". For each other, lmao.

UM ALSO Killian belongs to @lmelodie. I very much enjoy stealing him for a quick mention in situations >:). This is some time in the future (hence diteline marriage! in theory, Dite should be going by Donnie rn but in practise, I entered a fugue state when writing this and went with the present naming conventions), but to clarify: I imagine that blackice plans involve another attempt at reconciliation that devolves into a fistfight 😂😂😂. my GOD their dynamic is EVERYTHING to me 😍😍😍

ANYWAY, formalities out of the way, enjoy! And ah, Happy BELATED Valentine's Day, in all the ways love exists! :)

(would've had this out sooner but I got very distracted by my own romantic shenanigans which involved a lot of Puss in Boots. The last Wish SLAPPED and the first movie was ALSO very good! :D)

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"This is either a Valentine's Day surprise, OR you have had a very long day."

"Would you believe that it was both?"

Dite giggled, gently shutting the washroom door behind her. She looked down at her wife, up to her shoulders in bubbles, cucumbers on her eyes, fruity face mask all over her face, and kissed the top of her half-thawed head.

"I think I would, yes. But definitely mostly the latter," Dite said, unravelling her chiton. "Wanna talk about it?"

"I drew the SHORT STRAW, DITE," Jacqueline said, her tone of voice reminding Dite of the pouting emoji as she pulled off the cucumbers, throwing her hands in the air and her head back. The wet brown tendrils of hair stuck to her shoulders; above it, the still frozen white strands bounced a little bit, the steam slowly dissipating the snow. "The SHORT STRAW!"

"Oh no," Dite said, folding her chiton and placing it on the weird ledge behind the toilet, her heart shaped fibulae gently placed on top.

"Oh YES! Can you believe it, babe? Even JACK had plans!"

"Oh, cute!" Dite said, tossing undergarments into the laundry. "What are the two of them up to today?"

"I don't know, probably fist fighting in an alley way? I don't get those two."

"Well, love is love," Dite said, gently testing the water with a finger. "And your brother and Killian have a special way of showing it."

"That's a...polite way of putting it," Jacqueline said, eating one of the cucumber slices. "Here, lemme get some hot water back in here for you."

Dragging her leg off of the rim of the tub, Jacqueline leaned forward, turning the hot water tap. She frowned, moving her hand away from the stream that came pouring out of the faucet, looking up at her wife. "Maybe you should test the water. I know it's usually too hot whenever I do it," she said with a small sideways smile, slightly flushed—and Dite knew that it wasn't from the steam.

The goddess smiled, sliding into the bath, and placing her hand under the tap. "It cooled off fast, and you're nowhere near done melting," she said, twirling the cool water tap a smidgen.

"Yeah, it's a cold one today. Very cold. Fucking freezing even. I think parts of Northern Ontario are hitting forty below. Same with the Midwest. There's like two polar vortexes, several flurries on the west coast, so Vancouver is, of course, freaking out," she said with a snicker. "I figured California could use a good scare and flurried there too, since, you know, I got SADDLED with all the WORK! Figured I may as well have some fun, y'know? Goddess of the Springs, I can't believe I got the short straw," Jacqueline said, once again doing a stellar impression of the pouty emoji. "I'm not unconvinced that Mom and Jack didn't cheat."

Dite smiled, sliding down the porcelain wall of the tub, leaning back with a happy sigh. Her wings unfurled, seemingly breathing a sigh of relief and drooping over the tub as the goddess got comfortable, the steam doing wonders to her muscles. "Well, you did an amazing job, blue eyes. There are going to be cuddles ALL OVER THE GLOBE tonight."

"I aim to please AND freeze, brown eyes," Jacqueline said with a grin, eating the other cucumber. "Anyway," she said, still chewing on the slice. "Are you done for the day? Or is this a siesta to see lil' old me? I wasn't sure how late you'd be working so timing the bath was a little bit of a challenge."

Dite laughed, sinking deeper into the tub. The bubbles went up to her neck as she sought out Jacqueline's legs, resting hers against them. She sighed, happily. "In theory, I'm done for the day! In practise, it's hard to say! Mom kidnapped Dad halfway through the morning shift."

"Does Psyche has some fun plans?"

"I guess so! She seemed excited! Anyway, I told them not to worry, I could handle the day. I mean, it's my favourite day of the year after all! Dad said he'd take the evening shift, which starts now, but I haven't heard from him yet so we'll see how it goes," Dite said, chipper.

Jacqueline sighed, sliding deeper into the water.

"What's really bugging you, babe?" Dite asked, shutting off the tap. Water sloshed out of the tub, soaking the stone floor below them. Whoops, Dite thought, watching bubbles float up from the floor.

"I had big plans for today," she admitted with a sigh. "I spent all of last week looking at ancient battle grounds to find some monsters for us to fight together today. I had two perfect locations picked out and everything! Then I was gonna make reservations at the new steak place in the South Province back at home, and then I was gonna book us one of those nice little over water beach cabins nearby so we could sit and spend the evening watching the stars and the icebergs drifting by! But then I drew the SHORT STRAW!" She said with a huff, droplets of water following her arms up into the air, the bath sloshing around her and over the rim when she crossed her arms with a splash, sinking low enough to blow bubbles in the water with her nose.

Dite sniffled. "Awwh."

Jacqueline popped out of the bubbles, looking at the blonde with concern. "Are you—are you crying?!"

"It's just. That's very very sweet of you," Dite said, with a HUGE smile, eyes tearing up.

Jacqueline flushed. "Well, it's your favourite day of the year, after all. And more importantly, I love you! Of course I'd plan something special! Shame loving your partners runs in the family."

Dite laughed. "That's not a bad thing!"

"It is when I don't get to bring my WIFE to the BEACH!"

"How about we rain cheque that?" Dite said. "For my birthday? Or yours, since that's like, around the corner."

"We can do it for yours," Jacqueline said. "After all, I planned it for you and I'm sure you already have plans for mine."

"I do indeed!" Dite said. "Thankfully, I am a planner, and I have a little plan for us this evening given that we both worked late today," she said, watching as Jacqueline's eyebrow quirked up, curious. "I stopped by that place you like in Canada, the one with the really good general tso's chicken?"

Jacqueline perked up, her back straightening. More water sloshed onto the floor. "You got us take out? From the Prosperous Lizard?"

"I did! Extra saucy and extra spicy for you! And, I stopped by all of the random little altars that pop up for me around this time and grabbed ALL of the deserts people left for offerings."

"DESSERTS?!"

"Mhmm," Dite said, nodding. "Lots of cupcakes this year! The usual chocolates, a BUNCH of roses, and, someone left us this," she said. she lifted her hand out of the water, suds drifting off as it glowed a bright pink. In front of her, a plate of chocolate dipped strawberries appeared. "Your favourite!"

"AhhhHHH! Oh my god, you were spoiled this year!"

Dite laughed. "I sure was! Which means that I get to spoil you," she said, leaning forward and booping Jacqueline's nose. "And the people who gave us these? Yeah, they get extra Hedone blessings tonight," she said with the hint of a suggestive smile.

Jacqueline sloshed forward, grabbing a strawberry and devouring it. "Mmm. This is the best," she said, sliding back down in the tub. "You're the best. I love you so goddess damned much," she said, the strawberries drifting closer to her.

"I know!" Dite said, chipper, helping herself to one of the strawberries. "And," she said, her voice sultry. "You'll love what I did with the roses."

"What you did to the. Sorry, WITH the roses?" Jacqueline quite literally squeaked, her voice cracking on the last word. Her flush deepened; the snow in her hair melting a tad bit faster. Dite's lips quirked up, a knowing little smile.

"Oh, you know," Dite said, coy, slowly sliding forward in the tub. "I spread them around the house in all the cozy spots for...ambience," she said, nose to nose with her very red wife. "Around the couch...the bed...and also, here," she said, her voice low as her hand shot up, her fingers fluttering.

Rose petals exploded, landing on the slightly runny floor and floating in the little pools of water caught in the uneven crevices of the stones. Some landed in the tub, the bubbles gently caressing the pink and red petals. A handful landed on the top of Jacqueline's head.

"Holy Hedone," Jacqueline said, flushed.

"That's my name," Hedone replied, her voice heavy and her smile. Well. Cheekily successful.

"Did you—are you. Are WE. Uh. Do you. Are you."

"You're so cute when you're all flustered," the goddess said, rubbing the face mask off of her nose and kissing the very tip.

Jacqueline smiled, this cute, warm, corkscrew-y grin that Dite had only ever seen on her when they were together. She cupped her hands, splashing water on her face and rinsing off the face mask.

"So that's a, that's a yes then?" the sprite asked, her voice going high once more.

Dite laughed, choosing to answer not with words but with a kiss.

Her lips were soft, and warm, and welcoming, and Jacqueline melted into her arms with a sigh, the rest of the snow in her hair falling right off in one go.

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Later that evening, curled up on each other on the soft couch surrounded by all sorts of romantic flowers, a plethora of desserts laid out on the coffee table, Jacqueline glanced up at Dite.

"You know," she began, "I'm really glad we got that bigass claw foot tub," she said, pecking the underside of Dite's chin. "That was a good investment, one hundred percent."

"Oh my god, right?! I love that we both fit into it comfortably," Dite replied brightly, kissing Jacqueline's forehead. "Sitting in the hot water just being with you is," Dite sighed, happily. "Super nice."

"Hey. I love you," Jacqueline said, burying her head in Dite's shoulder. "Thanks for coming in clutch for Valentine's Day."

Dite scooped Jacqueline up, hugging her very, very tightly. "I love you too! And I hope this was a good one for you," she added with a soft smile. "Even with the short straw and the long work day."

"Easily one of my top three," Jacqueline said, snuggling even closer to Dite with a happy sigh.

"Me too," Dite said, with a soft smile filled with love. She kissed Jacqueline's messy brown head of hair. "Me too."

[babelast]

Lily shook her head, luscious hair moving tantalizingly. "I don't understand you, Ateru. You say you no longer want me, need me. Yet you bring me here alone. If you'd wanted to talk, a less tempting place would have sufficed. You know I can't resist you."

Ateru blushed suddenly, knowing he was caught. He wanted her. Needed her. But couldn't.

After all, she was the Goddess of Lust.

Of course he would fall in love with her. Everyone did so and to their peril.

How could he trust that her feelings were sincere, that she wasn't just manipulating him with her power as she did so with many other men?

"Tell me now, Ateru . . . tell me the truth here." Lily step closer to him, her gaze his face. Her face was now about an inch from Ateru's, her rich perfume and musky scent filling him.

"Do you love me?"

Ateru blanched. "I..."

How could he respond?

Lily touched his face. His heart raced, wanting to pull her touch from him, wanting it to linger there forever.

Her eyes dropped to gaze Ateru's lips, then back to his blue eyes.

"I know," she whispered. "Deep down there you love me. You know as well as I do. We're born to be together. I want you, more fully and more than I've wanted anyone else."

Ateru's heart thundered, blood rushing to his brain. His mind filled with visions of when he and Lily were here long ago, making love among the sweet wine grapes.

He remembered the rush of sticky wet fruit as they crushed it below their entangled bodies.

Resist, he commanded himself.

He remembered her soft moan filling his world, her eyes closed in agonized ecstasy.

Resist.

He remembered the warmth of her mouth, her breasts crushed against him, her fingers scraping his back.

Resist!

Lily touched Ateru's lips with her fingers.

Lily smiled, her voice low and husky. "Don't you wanna kiss me, Ateru. I still dream of those lips against mine."

Ateru swallowed hard, his throat dry with longing as he panted against her finger.

Lily closed her eyes as she slowly pressed her lips into Ateru's, her hand dropping as she grasped the back of his head.

Ateru closed his eyes, her radiant warmth melting into him.

Unable to resist any longer. He pressed his body against hers, gripping her back hungrily and in desperate need as he kissed those voluptuous lips that drowned him with lust.

A short scene from our story, Collaboration with Daniel Honey and Teddrick Warren.

Special thanks for Daniel Honey for grammar correction 😍

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