Post 9 of your favourite characters and let people guess your type!
Thank you for the tag @daydreamsofren ! This is so interesting and fun to do. I always love these tag games and so I’m so intrigued to see what people will say.
Hi! I hope you’re having a wonderful day!
I’d like to submit a Made-Up Fic Title:
Sinful Duty
Hi! I’m a blanket burrito so I’m doing good 💜 I hope your day is wonderful too.
I’m thinking smutty. I wish I could write proper spicy smutty goodness, but I’m definitely getting ings all the smutty vibes from this.
Also duty just scream Will Miller to me (can you blame me lol?) so I’m definitely saying that. So maybe a dutiful son going sinfully corrupt? Maybe it could work.
Sinful + Will Miller + duty could equal to something like this:
cw: hints of D/s dynamics
The cufflinks shine in the dim light of the bedroom, catching the warm glow and turning it to sparks on the ceiling.
He toys with one of them, before letting it slip from the buttonhole. Slowly he repeats the action, enjoying the growing anticipation before placing the jewelry onto the naked globes in front of him. The spread out legs wiggle a little when the cool metal meets warm flesh but it’s the only indication of the registered temperature change.
“Mhmm, good girl,” Will purrs, keeping his voice low. He leans over your body, letting his eyes feast on your skin. He feels the silkiness of the bedspread under his knuckles but he would bet your body feels even better. But he’s not touching you just yet, the game barely in its first legs.
And it’s a game he intends to win.
The mask you have on obscures your face, like his does too and the anonymity of the situation helps with his nerves. He’s not cut out for this - unnamed playtime in a mansion that holds more wicked secrets than he can imagine - but he’s committed to it now. And if Will lets himself be honest, it’s not exactly a hardship since you look like sin dipped into velvet and honey.
He leans closer, dropping to his knees on the floor folding his clothed body behind your naked one and breaths in your decadent scent. The smell of arousal is thick in the air and he’s already addicted to it. He watches you for a moment, enjoying the view as his hunger grows.
Calloused fingertips brush your skin where your thighs dip and he moves them upwards until they meet the small metal pieces.
“Don’t drop either of these or I stop.”
It’s a promise and a warning wrapped in one before Will closes the remaining distance between your throbbing core and his tongue.
Mainly I collect books/manga/comics although I have a small funko collection and then all the released Disney Infinity figures (I got into it because of Star Wars). Do blankets count?
I've been aiming to collect more artwork, be it prints or stickers or journals with pretty covers.
I grew up in an area similar to Boone County, and there’s a familiarity about that’s so warm and inviting, like home. He’s gentle and quiet. Protective in a way that makes me feel so safe. I just can’t help but love him and find so much comfort in him.
*sigh* the quiet strength and tenderness that man has. I feel like you hit the nail on the head saying that he feels like home. Additionally, I would like to curl up in a pile of his clean warm laundry and just drown myself in his smell THATS ALL
Matt grinds his teeth together as he takes you in, noting the skittishness you've been trying to cover up in the guise of friendly banter. He didn't miss the way your eyes widened in fear of him and he didn't like it. Of all the people in the world, he didn't want you to be afraid of him.
But he didn't want you here either.
He never had a chance at a normal life. Any fantasies of that happening blew to hell that night. When Sheila died. When the house went up in flames. When he came running to you because he had no one else to turn to...
You would have come with him.
If he had asked, he knew you would have. You would have followed him around the world. Camping out on the streets and living in shitty fucking apartments. Barely scraping by, never able to stay in one place for particularly long.
Which is exactly why he didn't ask.
Exactly why he took the one night he was allowed to have with you and made the best of it. Then forced himself to forget.
Because you deserved normal. You deserved the house in the suburbs with a giant pool. The husband. The 2.5 kids. The bake sales. The PTA meetings. Even the fucking pet dog.
You deserve the world.
Not someone so fucking broken inside that the pieces would never come together in that pretty little picture. Not someone who murdered their stepmother and burned down their family home. Not someone who gets off on strangling the fucking essence out of people.
You didn't deserve him.
And he certainly didn't deserve you.
"You fucking know we were never just friends. What are you doing here, Megan?" he repeats.
Hi hi hi! May I ask about your WIP A/B/O Arranged Marriage (collab with @daydreamsofren ), please? Thank youuuu 💛🐻
YES THIA! Yes you can! We have left it for now as Earth Hux and Earth Kylo require our full attention at the moment 👀
Really it’s @daydreamsofren project but I am along for the ride! Omega RC is to be married off to Hux as her parents approve of him but clearly Kylo is the most Alpha 👀 even though, really she wants to marry no one! Here is a little snippet.
You were suddenly grateful for the suppressants, as a wave of his scent washed over you. Hints of Cambylictus tree mixed with fresh pepper and something else you couldn’t pinpoint. He was intoxicating, and you had to shake yourself back to your senses before you got lost in it.
“I—it’s really none of your business.” You went to walk off but his hand snatched at your upper arm. “I’ll ask again, Omega, where are you going?”
“Unhand me at once!” You tried to fight his grip but he was far too strong. “Do you have any idea who I am?” You snapped, straightening up and glaring into his intense gaze.
