Hi!! You can call me Iri, I'm Portuguese and I write here sometimes lol.
I write for fun most of the times, so don't expect me to be posting regularly! And yes I take about a month to post sometimes.
I'm multifandom, so you'll see whatever my hyperfixation is at the moment on this blog.
Everything is written by me. It's MY garbage, not AI💗💗💗
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"Do you take requests?"
I do, yet I made this blog to write my ideas, so that's what I'm gonna be prioritizing.
"What will I be finding here? What do you write about??"
I do all gender reader (male, female, non binary, trans, anything.)
I do Character or characters x reader, not character x character.
I won't write anything involving extreme gore, anything weird kink related, incest/fauxcest, pedophilia and r@pe/non-con. Also anything involving sexual content with minor characters.
I'll also not write anything for fandoms/characters I'm not interested in or I'm not in the fandom. Though I will write for character! Reader, like Eunoia! Reader and stuff.
Although I will write smut on this blog, I won't take smut requests.
I will do minor character x minor reader romantically or platonically.
ANONS
🕷️ anon!
DIVIDERS
—The creators of all the dividers I've ever used in this blog.
Okay, I once made a request for a contractee x reader (transboy) and I need to know if I'll remain anonymous… (｡ᵕ ◞ _◟)
(If it's not too much trouble…)
Don't worry, you sent your request anonymously, so yes you will!
Hi, I love your writing so much!! ❤ If you're still writing the drabbles, can I request #2 with Doctor Doom?
Thank you, dear.
A small, fleeting kiss - which is immediately followed by a passionate, hungry kiss.
It was a startling view. Victor never stayed in bed past sunrise, he always had things to do and plans to put in motion. Naturally, you assumed he was feeling unwell.
Sitting up silently, slowly to not wake him up, you leaned over his face. The back of your hand merely brushed his forehead — he didn’t have a fever, his face was dry and cool.
His eyes fluttered open. You immediately whispered, “sorry for waking you, my love.”
Victor slanted his head in search of your touch. Your thumbs caressed his cheek as you dipped your face, closer to his. Leaving a small kiss on his lips, you slowly withdrew your hands by dropping them to his shoulders first.
He held the back of your head, sitting up to reach for your lips. In contrast to yours, his kiss was hungry, deep, and heavy as his mouth swallowed your surprised gasp. Your hands went to his hair where your finger tangled, his unoccupied palm gripped your waist, desperate to have you flush against him.
Succeeding at pulling you on top of him, victor explored your mouth with his tongue. Hot puffs of air escaped his nostrils but didn’t give in to the need of taking a breath, the passion flowing through his veins was more important, kissing you was better than air anyway.
Turning your head sideways so you could get some oxygen, you asked in a pant, “don’t you have things to do?”
“Yes,” he admitted, rolling you both over. On top of you, he hid his face on your neck. “You,” he mouthed on your skin.
Nothing could be heard in the dead hour of 1am, not even a single vehicle driving past your apartment complex. Nothing but the sound of rustling sheets and your quiet moans as the Doctor Doom of Latveria slowly thrusts in and out of you.
Your arms were wrapped snugly around his torso along your legs hooked around his waist, his own strong arms wrapped around your waist. He let out muffled groans against your skin as he presses gentle kisses to your neck, keeping his pace steady to make you feel every inch of him re-entering you.
"Mm, you're so wet for Doom..." He murmured gruffly, pressing another kiss to your skin. "...and so tight."
He then adjusts his angle slightly, yet it makes it more pleasurable as he hits that special spot deep inside you, the sensation causing you to let out a softer mewl. Your hands claw down his back at the sensation, your legs and inner walls tightening around him in response.
"Nnh, Victor..." You breathed out between moans, your back arching off the beds surface.
"Shh... not so loud, baby." He murmurs back.
Oh, and hearing him call you 'baby' almost does it for you.
His lips stay attached to your neck, leaving soft kisses everywhere he could. You shiver as he gently licks a sensitive spot on your neck before slowly sucking on the spot, taking his time to mark you.
You're so distracted by him marking your neck that you failed to register his hands on your thighs until he spread you wider, jolts of pleasure shooting up your spine as he thrusts deeper and hitting your sweet spot over and over.
Your noises grow louder as he does this, yet you don't bother quieting or silencing yourself.
After a few moments, he pulls back from your neck and slowly sits back up, still slowly thrusting in and out of your wet heat. Your hands fall from him and above you, his hands under your knees to keep you spread open for him. Your eyes barely flutter open to see that adoring expression on his face, his brown eyes sparkling with a hint of... affection.
"You're so beautiful." He murmurs, watching your chest rise and fall with every breath you take.
Your rosy cheeks flush a darker red at his words, a sudden warmth flooding through your chest. And as he keeps staring at you like that, your resolve slowly breaks down, along with that uncomfortable coil tightening in the pit of your stomach.
"Victor... I-I'm " you tried to spit out, but another moan erupted from your throat at a particularly deep thrust.
"Shh, Doom knows." He murmurs, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles to your inner thighs.
Your head falls to the side as he holds his steady pace and you could feel your walls clinging to him. You couldn't hold it anymore and let that coil snap, your thighs twitching in his hold as your orgasm crashed over you, a lingering moan escaping your throat. Doom groans softly at the sensation of your fluids coating him and it doesn't take much to release himself. His hips stop their movements and press flush against yours as he stayed buried inside you, his own fluids flooding your warmth.
"My love," he murmurs, his hands moving and gently caressing your hips and waist.
You both stayed like this for a while, staying connected even now as he was spooning you from behind.
"Sleep well, darling." He murmurs against the back of your neck, pressing a gentle kiss to your skin.
You listen to his words and succumb to consciousness, the aftermath of your shared intimacy catching up to you. He tightens his hold on you as you fall asleep, his face buried in the crook of your neck once more.
my first smut fic/drabble/oneshot or whatever you want to call it
AUTHORS NOTE: Does anyone even like Norman Osborn or the Green Goblin anymore? Idk, but I know I do.
SUMMARY: Having an arranged marriage with Norman Osborn—except Norman actually loves you, just doesn't show it, as neither do you. Yet, one day a certain "alter ego" takes over and shows you what Norman never showed you himself.
You've been worried about your son, Harry Osborn, for a while.
He's been looking.. down. Really down.
At first, you thought it was normal young behavior, just mood swings and not wanting to speak with neither you or Norman, you'd been the same at his age.
And yet your perspective changed the day he walked through that door crying.
You were just reading a book in the living room, flipping through the pages uninterested in the words, something about an orphan discovering he's a wizard is all you could make out of it, and for you? It wasn't all that interesting.
Not long after, Harry stormed through the door, tears covering his cheeks and barely could speak, the only words coming out of his mouth was "Mama..." Repeatedly, his hands coming to his face to try and wipe his crying.
You stood up and practically ran to him, book already long forgotten on the sofa, arms wrapping around him, comforting him the best you could. "Shh.. there there... It's alright, let's calm down and explain what happened, yeah?" He nodded, hands trembling letting you guide him to the kitchen, sitting down while you started making tea.
"Dad was right.." He managed to say between tears. "Mary Jane, she—she ended up with Peter." A sad smile appeared in his face. "It's no surprise—i mean, Peter's been in love with her since fourth grade.."
You let him talk, letting him let it all out. All the things he wanted to tell you, all the things he kept hidden. You knew sooner or later you'd have to tell Norman about this—but for now? You have to be there for your son.
Night soon came, and with that so did Norman. Harry, who had dinner with you later than usual, was already fast asleep.
You were nervous, not because you were scared of how Norman would react, no, you were nervous because of your son, wasn't Peter his best friend? How could he do something like that? Not that you could blame the poor boy for following his heart... but you also couldn't ignore the fact that following his heart made your son heart-broken. All those feelings, would unfortunately have to wait as you hear the door of your bedroom slowly open.
Norman thought you were already asleep, it was clear by the slowness of the door as he tried not making noise, it was also clear he was not expecting you to be brushing your hair in front of the mirror, moonlight illuminating your features..
"Oh lord..." He heard himself murmuring, as if he didn't realize he was talking. It only lasted a second though, as he rapidly started to unbutton his shirt, looking down at his own feet. "Uh.. Didn't think you'd be awake at this hour.."
Your eyes swiftly look at him and then back at your own reflection, feeling the tips of your ears start to burn. Him and his stupid beautiful face. "Neither did I." You started, putting the brush down and standing up, directing yourself towards the bed, your side of the bed, to be exact. "And yet, there's something I need to talk with you about." You sit down, adjusting yourself against the soft silk pillows on the bed and crossed your legs.
His heart nearly dropped. Was it about divorce? Did it come earlier than he expected? "..What may it be about..?" He manages to drag out as he slides his pants down, throwing them in the laundry basket you kept in the corner of the room.
"It's about Harry." Oh that was it. You were gonna say you wanted custody of him weren't you? Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shi- "Harry's already an adult, idiot." A voice on his head spoke and he froze. "You literally went to his graduation." It continued as Norman regained his composure and started dressing himself in his pajamas. He hated when the voice was right. "What about Harry?" He asked, his eyes flicking to see your face for a second before getting his attention back on his clothes.
You sign, not sure how to explain what happened earlier. "Well.. he came home crying.. told me that his girlfriend, that Watson girl? Got with Peter." You speak calmly, yet you're gripping the sheets as you inform your husband of the things your son took hours and hours to get out with tears. A hand of yours goes up to support your head as you keep talking, not feeling a certain gaze upon you. "And- I just don't know what to do, I literally just let him talk, made dinner and he went to sleep.. fuck.."
Norman approaches as your hands cover your face. "You've been wearily quiet Norman..."
He looked at you, you turned your head a bit and looked at him back as he climbed into the bed. "Let's have another one."
"What??" You look at him deeply confused, hands now infront of your chest as one of his find your wrists and pin you down. "I said let's have another one."
You look at him like he's crazy, as he can only stare at you with an emotion you couldn't quite confirm what it is. "No I heard what you said- but why so out of the blue?? Not to mention we're already going into our 50's-" You get cut off by him grinning from ear to ear—something you've never seen him do before.
"If this one's giving you such trouble, then we'll simply make another one." He said it as if it was the simplest thing in the world, something a toddler does everyday. "Norman! What is up with you?? If by giving me trouble you mean our son having feelings then-"
"I'm not Norman, sweet thing." He cuts you off once again, his deep esmerald eyes looking hungrily at you—wait. Esmerald? Didn't Norman have blue eyes..?
You gulp, scanning the face of the man on top of you up and down, definitely the same as Norman, only difference? The green eyes. After a few seconds, you work up the courage to ask. "..Who are you, then?"
"Hmm... I think you know.." He responded, which just made you even more confused. He notices your expression and decides to give you a hint. "Don't you remember? The board members of Oscorp?"
"The ones who-" Something seemed to click into place in the middle of your sentence. The ones who the green goblin killed. He giggled at your reaction of shock.
"Ah.. Now it rings a bell, doesn't it?" He wraps a finger around a strand of your hair. Your eyes move to look at it.
You feel your voice stuck in your throat, your mind spinning round and round. Was Norman the Goblin all along? How haven't you catch on? "What do you want from me?"
He pretended to think for a bit, making you anxious waiting for his response. "You."
"Huh?"
"I. Want. You." He smiled, twisting your hair carefully not to break. "I gotta admit.. at first I didn't know what Norman saw in you.. thought you were just a pretty face.. a stone in the way of my plans.."
"Yet look at you! So delicate.. so caring.. so..beautiful.." He tucks the hair he'd been playing with behind your ear. "So perfect.. surely Norman wouldn't mind sharing with his other half, now would he?"
You look at him puzzled. Isn't he going to ask what do you think? And what did he mean by his plans? And sharing? You weren't a thing to be owned or shared!
"I'm not an object to be shared." You worked up the courage to say, he just grins again and kisses your cheek.
"Of course you're not.. I'm not stupid, sweetheart.. at least not as stupid as Norman." He pauses shortly before continuing. "Did he ever tell you how much he loves you?" His mouth starts slowly dragging kisses down your cheek to your jaw. "How much he likes your voice? How much he wishes he could kiss you over and over and over again?" His lips are now on your neck, nibbling on your soft skin.
"How much he wishes he had another child after Harry?" He bites down on a sensitive spot on your neck, leading you to throw your head back into the pillows and let out a moan, which makes you quickly bite your lip, yet it only makes the goblin grin wider.
He finally lets go of your wrists, but his hands find themselves back on your body, more specifically holding your waist
"You tell me, my princess. Do you want this lil' goblin to stop? Or do you want him to do what Norman never had the balls to?" He tilts his head, you bite your lip.
"... Don't stop." You respond, eyes locking into his, a faint blush growing on your cheeks, he smiles as his face slowly comes closer to yours, lips starting to brush against yours, and then he kisses you. It's desperate, like a starved man, like he was waiting to do this for years, like you're capable of vanishing out of nowhere.
"Very well then.." You feel his hands start traveling lower and lower along the curves of your body. "Let me show you what I can do.."
Ever since he first saw you, something drew him to you..
Maybe it was the way your face lit up by the moonlight, or the way your hair blew softly with the wind, or how you looked around, searching the crowd for something, maybe someone, he didn't know about.
Fuck. He really wanted you.
And he always found a way to get what he wanted.
How you may ask? Taking you by force, of course!
Now, like most yanderes, Contractee is possessive of you. Never lets you out without him, barely lets you have any time alone.
It's all for your safety, of course! He's in the mafia—what if someone takes you away from him?? He can't let that happen!
It's funny, because in his mind his rivals kidnapping you is waaaaaay worse than him literally doing the same to you.
He's fully convinced you two were always meant to be, so that may be the reason why he thinks it's different.
He'd never force you to do anything sexual with him—oh no no no no, he'll give you all the time you need, even if he may know it'll never happen.
Yet, him not forcing sexual activities does not mean he isn't forcing proximity with you. He will make you cuddle with him while watching movies, he will sit extremely close to you when having dinner and he will force you to sleep in the same bed.
Although he surprisingly doesn't shower with you—even if he would love to—he always waits out the door for you to come out, imagining the water dripping down your nude body...
Oh lord he's masturbating.
Contractee would probably peak through the lock too, tryna see if his imagination deceived him or if it's even better than whatever he has ever imagined.
He'd love to be your husband someday.. to put a ring on your finger, to see you walk down an aisle, being his forever...
Oh... Just thinking of that makes his heart beat faster..
Maybe if he gives you things you'll become more accepting if the idea..?
So, he goes out of his way to find ANYTHING you mention liking.
You like a certain author? BOOM! All the books they've ever wrote are wrapped with a pretty bow. You like a show? Maybe even a character? SHAZAM! Bunch of merch waiting for you in the kitchen counter. You like gardening? Well... He'll buy you home plants so you can do your stuff and not leave the house!
At the end of the day, he hopes you behave! Because he's not under breaking a leg or two as punishment.
could you write a mafioso(maybe mafialings too if your okay with it) x reader who just pegs the shit out of them, like i’m talking limping for days afterwards and shit
-🕷️ anon
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hehehe enjoy.
SUMMARY: How much do they like when you peg them?
CW: Female reader; Pegging; Gags; handcuffs; Consigliere being kinky.
MAFIOSO
Although he loves fucking you, he doesn't mind letting you peg him a few times.
A few, that is, because he CANNOT WALK after that.
He complains and complains, but his ass is always loose when you ask.
Not to mention the fact that he seems to always have lube nearby...
I don't know about you, but I find it very strange someone who's always complaining is also always ready when you ask.
"Honestly, woman, do you wish me to lose my ability to walk?"
CONTRACTEE
Contractee loves when you peg him.
Only Soldier has a bigger love for pegging than him, to be honest, yet he's still eager whenever you grab the strap.
Likes it when you're a Dom, may you be soft or rough with him, he doesn't care, he just goes crazy when you're in control.
He lives for the moments you kiss all over his skin while your strap is deep inside him, like yes be rough and gentle with him at the same time.
Although he dies when morning comes and his lower parts are hurting. Is this what you feel when you're on your period?
That, however, does not stop him from buying a shit ton of lube and asking for more a few days later.
"Darliiiiiing.... Can we go another round???"
CONSIGLIERE
Consigliere likes pegging.
Especially when you tie him up and basically just do whatever you want to him.
Like yes pound into him until he can't remember his own name—until he's nothing but a moaning or even screaming mess.
Even better if you gag him.
He's kinda kinky if you're interested in exploring more, REALLYYYY kinky.
"Can we use handcuffs?? A gag? Oh! Maybe this vibrator???"
CAPOREGIME
Caporegime is neutral about pegging.
And the reason he's neutral about it? It's cause he can't control his moans. Dude moans louder than you when it comes to pegging.
But he'll just say he just prefers fucking you most of the time.
That, though, does not mean he will turn you down if you offer. Any sexual relationship with you is worth it.
Totally not because he secretly likes seeing you in control of his orgasms.
Nah. Definitely not.
"Oh my dearest..."
SOLDIER
Soldier loves it.
No, actually love is a weak word, he ADORES it.
Adores coming back from a difficult mission and having you in lingerie and strap already on.
It's like his body acts on command. Clothes? Off. Ass? Up. Body? In bed.
He especially likes when he acts bratty and you put him back in his place, when you go rough, he likes waking up not feeling his legs, cause that means YOU have to carry him around.
Definitely the one who likes it most of the gang.
"IM READY MY DOVE!!!!"
If anyone's wondering, a list of who enjoys it more to who enjoys it less would be like this:
Soldier, Contractee, Consigliere, Mafioso and last Caporegime.
This is kinda weird to ask but can you make ONLY Mafioso (And Contractee) x reader NSFW headcannons? like for example how they do threesomes. Because I swear to God I CANT FIND ANY NSFW HEADCANNONS/FANFICS WITH THESE TWO ITS EITHER ONLY MAFIOSO OR ONLY CONTRACTEE BUT I NEED BOTH
also I love your headcannons and fanfics <3
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thanks anon <3 I'm not sure if you're ever gonna read this, since you sent your request months ago, but if you do I hope you enjoy!!
SUMMARY: How do Contractee and Mafioso do when they have to share their dearest?
As I've stated before in my general poly mafia NSFW post, Mafioso LOVES to make his goons watch when you and him are having sex, so it isn't a surprise when Contractee is present he's getting the same treatment.
And no matter what you say, Contractee HAS a voyeurism kink and that's final.
So yes. He likes seeing his boss pound into you while he just sits back and watches. Even better when he can touch you—when he can feel your soft skin, feel your nipples in his hands, kiss you all up and down as Mafioso goes down on you.
Shiiiiit he may even cream his pants just by witnessing how good you're taking Don..
Anyways,
I'm sure there are times, rare times, that mister Sonnellino decides he's not in the mood to initiate things and just sit back and watches Contractee do his stuff.
Of course, he joins later, he can't let his goon have all the fun, can he??
Yes this can mean that you're getting double penetrated or that both you and Contractee are being penetrated. Depends on the day.
Oh, and breeding. Lots of breeding.
They both have different reasons for why they like it.
Mafioso genuinely wants to be a father. He wants a little mixture of you two running around the mansion. Of course he knows the consequences of it—yet he'd try to be the best dad any kid would ever want.
Contractee, on the other hand? Oh, he just likes cumming inside. That's his entire motivation, stuffing you full of his seed. He thinks you pretty like that.
I feel like they'd like to sandwich you in the middle, no matter the position.
Mafioso behind you—back against the pillows, spreading your legs wide, kissing and nibbling your neck as Contractee can't help but bury his face on your chest as he pounds into you.
Or gentle morning sex, where Contractee is playing around with your hair on his finger, giving your face kisses up and down as Mafioso breeds you from behind with his arms wrapped around you.
It's heaven on earth.
And then comes the aftercare, where they draw you a bath, sometimes even with bath bombs. Also where there may be another round cause these two can't keep their hands off you for long.
If you're not in the mood for a bath, for whatever reason it may be, they'll gladly clean you up with a warm towel.
Can you do 007n7 × non-binary!Reader × Noli headcannons? Like a Polygamous relationship kinda thing (it's okay if you don't want to) I just really like your headcannons
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Getting back to writing!! This one was actually already done I was just too lazy to put tags and decorate lol.
SUMMARY: How are N0li and 7 when in a relationship? Idk but I'll pretend I do.
CW: Polyamorous relationship; OOC; N0li himself is a warning; C00lkid's here; cause he's red, and I like red; Although reader is meant to be non-binary, you're called mama/dada; swearing; I wrote this months ago before the lore was changed or something so yeah.
Ah yes. A tired depressed father and.. whatever the fuck N0li is.
Great choices, huh?
Well, not really.
But you get what I mean.
Anyways.
Assuming you three started this relationship at college era.
At first it's chaos. Absolute chaos.
Hacking here and there, you being BANNED from places because those two were doing shit.
And then. At one random evening years later, after they let their hacking ways behind?
A fucking red kid shows up at your door. Fuck is this? An adoption center?
You three. Stuck with a kid. Which admin though this was a good idea?
Seems like karma had hit you hard. Even harder because you became attached to the damn kid and didn't let them touch him.
Now. Present time. Same kid calls you mama/dada and those two dad and papa.
Same kid who almost exploded your house with his dad's hacking shit, not once. Not twice. Not thrice or whatever three times is called. 20 FUCKING TIMES.
*insert looooooong sign here.*
Going to ACTUAL relationship headcannons.
N0li is a menance whenever you two are with your backs turned. You're cooking? He's startling you by grabbing you and spinning you around. 7n7's adjusting his tie so it's presentable for work? Suddenly he wants to cuddle and you aren't around to fill the spot.
You and 7 have already told him to not do that—but we all know his ass did not listen.
I feel like N0li likes being the little spoon and sleeping between you and 7. It's just really comfortable alright!?
I also feel like although N0li hates change when it comes to sleeping, dude literally REFUSES to sleep if he's not in his soft bed with his darlings, 7 is the complete opposite.
And I MEAN it, if you want this man will sleep on the damn floor just so you don't feel uncomfortable with his presence.
Talking about 7, N0li and you forced him to go to therapy, especially if he went to the forsaken realm. (Yes N0li's going too, before you ask.)
The have different ways of showing affection, 7's a gentle lover, always ready to drop everything if you or N0li need anything. He also always remembers "little" things! He knows your favorite clothing pieces, which side of the bed you prefer sleeping, with which hand N0li writes more.
N0li, on the other hand, is more of a ride or die lover, even if his hacking days are long over, that doesn't mean he can't have a bit of risky fun!
So, yes, expect him to randomly invite you and/or 7 to go take a ride with him on his motorcycle.
Or you two at the same time.
Is it illegal? Yeah. Does N0li care? I'm sure you already know the answer.
Dividers by: @xycrowlo (did u miss me???) and @cafekitsune.
having this imaginary scenario where you are besically a celebrity and you suddenly disappeared and u are having the time of your life in untouched tropical islands❤️
I'm not lol
I'm just busy with life, unmotivated and have basically no time to write 😔
Although I WOULD love being on a tropical island, the weather here in Portugal is so fucking bad rn
AUTHOR'S NOTE: FINALLY WROTE AND POSTED SOMETHING 🙏🙏
SUMMARY: The Green Goblin seems to like "tormenting" Norman when he's with you.
CW: Gender Neutral! Reader, definitely OOC, can be read as in the comics, the movie or the series, Green Goblin himself is a warning.
Imagine being with Norman Osborn and not knowing that the Green Goblin is ALWAYS whispering things to him when you're near.
You two were taking a walk in the park—normal thing, but still in early stages of your relationship. Your fingers softly brushing against his while you talked about random subjects that appeared on your head, seemingly distracted and lost on your own speech as you didn't even notice Norman looking between your hands and your face.
"Come on... Just take their hand!!"
"Stop being a COWARD and do it!!!"
Norman groans quietly, trying to focus on your words than the goblin's.
Norman's breathing was reeeeally uneven. How did you notice it? Well, you two are cuddling while watching a movie on your couch, your head resting on his chest as his hand slowly brushes your hair. His eyes were stuck to the screen, his brows furrowed, and yet you can clearly see that he's unfocused on the scene on the TV.
"A little hug won't hurt.."
"GET THOSE ARMS AROUND THEM NORMAN!!"
Although your attention was on the stove infront of you, you kept your mouth occupied with talking, your sweet voice filling Norman's ears like a soft melody. Just you and him, no goblin. Perfect.
"Noooormannn.."
Oh. There he is.
It's silly, really. At least for you, my dear reader. For Norman? He just desperately wants the Goblin to shut the fuck up.
Maybe one day you'll know about his alter ego, but it definitely won't be Norman himself telling you. Or maybe it will, just not your Norman.
