Does Anyone Have Any Armando Aretas Or Jacob Scipio Fic Ideas Coz I Am ITCHING To Write But I Have 0

I love him so much. I just wanna squish his cheeks and give him little kisses. I cannot 😭😭

Current obsession

HE IS SOOOOO

no guillotine can take away the head im about to give this man. and excuse me, the fucking height difference im so feral

HAPPY NEW YEAR MY LOVES

Its a new year so here’s to all my wonderful and beautiful/handsome followers (despite a solid 30% of u being p0rn bots).

i’m so grateful for all the love my works have received despite my inability to write frequently. I promise to write more often and to be more active as its something i really wish to focus on in 2023.

Anyways, Happy new year and i hope you all experience nothing but love joy and happiness in this new year!!!

love you all (yes that means you too p0rn accounts).

Much love from Shekinah (aka Lovandr) <333

(Me @ all of you)

i- WHAT

ohh i am connecting the fucking dots. wonka almost drowns in chocolate, and so does augustus. he’s pushed down a laundry chute, veruca falls down a trash cute. his chocolates are poisoned, violet eats a defective piece of his candy. he’s almost blown into a thousand pieces while travelling, and mike is scattered and reassembled while travelling. did he fucking take inspiration from his own tragedies and near death experiences to psychologically torture the kids. what the hell

They're all besties your honor

just opened tumblr and this is is the first thing i see… gulp

barking rn

im waiting yall…

Remus lupin lookalike competition!!!

location: my house

prize: me (a sirius variant)

Naaaah because my boy Ollie is a complete freak! That dude would be clingy and rough AF and I'm here for it. Please please! 🥺

Warning! MDNI18+ some filthy ass shit. and terrible writing please read at your own risk.

smut under the cut 💋

i have been deathly absent for a while but i am here to say… yes. yes the fuck he would be a freak because have you SEEN him. he is a dangerous individual.

i feel like he would have a lot if repressed desires that he would keep from you. he wouldn’t even tell Felix about them, because when has he ever told anyone the truth??

he debated a few times whether or not he should tell you the depraved things he wanted from the two of you’s sex life, but every time he got close he backed out because he didn’t want to weird you out or worse, scare you away.

I feel like he would totally be into some predator x prey dynamic type stuff. he isn’t sure why he’s into it, maybe its the thrill if chasing you through the Maze or giving you 30 seconds to find a hiding space in Saltburn Estate, and spending a dreadful amount of time “trying” to find you, despite knowing exactly where you are every time. he knows you, knows your mind. of course he does, he spent months, possibly years (depending on how long you managed to evade his addictive personality) dissecting that pretty little brain of yours so that he knew every thought process, every detail. he is obsessed with you and that definitely transfers into the way he fucks you.

he’s slow at first. its a mind game, he wants you to beg for him and he knows that by the end of the night you will, regardless of how defiant you may be. I feel like because of this, he may also be into CNC. obviously you two would consent to it and make a list of rules and things that were okay and not okay. he would abide by all of these rules, because again, he respects your boundaries and doesn’t want you to leave him. he would fuck you nice and slow until your fussy and whining for him to go faster, to fuck you harder.

“What was that little lamb? speak up for me.” he would whisper sweetly into your ear, thrusting hard just once into you, watching the way your eyes toll back into your head. “I need it Ollie.” you whine, tears falling from your eyes in frustration.

“Need what love? Do i look like a mind reader? tell me what you want and you can have it.” he slowly begins to rub your clit in gentle and agonising circles. “I want you to fuck me.” you were breathless and almost delerious with pleasure.

“Want?” “ Oh honey, I thought you needed it? What, you dont need me anymore, hmm? don’t need to feel my love for you? don’t need to feel me break you?” he ask, his once languid thrust coming to a halt. You whine without restraint, cursing him with your teeth clenched dur to the sudden lack if pleasure.

“Tell me you crave me. Tell me you need me, how you can’t breathe without me, how im everything you need. Tell me.” he says, his lips against your ear, his hand round your throat grip tightened, causing your breathing to strain.

“I need you! Please i need to feel you. only you can fuck me this good, please Ollie. make me feel better, i need you to make me feel better…please.” the last please was a desperate whine, so pathetic Ollie had to throw his head back to avoid your soft and innocent gaze. you trailed you hand up to his neck to pull him closer to you, your gaze so piercing and unavoidable that he almost came, his thick cock unmoving in your tight cunt.

“Please Sir.”

oh that one did it. His pace was instantly bruising, so violent that if you didn’t know the extent of his love, you might have thought he wanted you dead. you almost didn’t recognise him. he was like a wild animal, his only aim to fuck you into oblivion.

he mumbled a mix of incoherent praise and degrading comments as your throat became hoarse from your scream like moans. the crying for him to slow down only spurred him on, causing him to shove his fingers in you mouth to dampen your onslaught of noises.

he fuck you dangerously for what could have been hours. you lost count of how many times you came around him. your body felling fuzzy and limp. seeing you so braindead for him had him unleashing what quite easily could have been his 7th load of the night. he watched as a dumb, lopsided grin etched its way into your lips as you felt the warmth of his cum flood your cunt once more.

“look at you so pretty for me, my pretty little lamb.”

well… im back.. i think..

I AM OBSESSED!!!!

Headcanon: Things I’m positive Armando Does In A Relationship.

SFW:

Worries. I’m sure he worries you’ll realize that he’s a monster and leave him, just like so many have before. You’re constantly reassuring him, reminding him of the good.

Always the big spoon. One thick arm wrapped around your middle all night. It’s his way of protecting you, even when you’re sleep. If you get up to pee, he’s wide awake until you come back just so he can wrap you deep into his arms again.

I think Armando is the type to come off just a little stand-offish, considering his past, but I think when he does come around, he comes aROUND! Like he absolutely spoils the shit out of you. I mean money, jewelry, shoes, clothes, makeup, the works. You want it, when you least expect it, you got it.

Armando is sooooo possessive. Like he really does not go for any of that you flirting with others. Hell if a man even looks at you in anyway he’s got his hands in your back pocket, caressing you or his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you in close.

I can definitely see you being Armando’s safe space. The one place he can fully let his walls down and just sink into you with all his grievances. Once he sees it’s safe to open up to you about anything, I don’t think he’ll ever stop.

I can see him having a silly soft side, one only reserved for you with little quips and inside jokes. He might even be one to poke at you or thumb you if you bite into his sarcasm. But I can only see him doing that when he feels safe—whole—with you.

I can see Armando cooking for you. He loves making you authentic Spanish dishes and even going way out of the box and making dishes from other cultures. He loves watching you moan over the food he plates you.

Armando definitely gives pet names. Many in Spanish and some in English. But he’s hardly ever calling you by your government if you’re not in danger or in an argument.

Armando is definitely a traditionalist. He lets you walk on the inside of the sidewalk, he holds you hand, buys you flowers and gifts, holds the door open for you, pushes in your chair and shuts your car door. When you’re with Armando you hardly have to lift a finger to do anything

Armando definitely will want a family, eventually. He’ll want to do it differently than his parents. He’ll want to be stable and in love and do it right. He’ll break the curse.

NSFW:

Armando’s mood depends on how sex will go. If he’s missing you, you’ll make deep, passionate love. If he’s had a rough couple of days, he’s fucking you into the mattress. Simple.

Armando is an ass man. I don’t make the rules. Hell smack your ass at any given occasion. If it’s in his face, he’s smacking it. Period.

Armando is a man of foreplay. If you’re going to fuck him, then you’re going to cum. He knows a woman needs to be stimulated a bit more than a man. So he’ll take his time eating your dripping pussy, fingering it, and playing with every sensitive part of you until you’re begging for him to just slide his cock inside.

Armando loves to take care of you afterwards. He fills up the bath and lights candles around. You’ll slip in first and then he’ll slip in after—this is the only time he’s the little spoon btw—and you guys just chat about anything, as if he didn’t just fuck you into the sofa minutes earlier.

I don’t see Armando having many one night stands. There has to be substance for him. Like something boiling at the surface before he fucks you, or even a relationship. If there’s nothing, I don’t see him taking that chance.

Armando loves kissing. In fact that’s his favorite thing to do. Kiss and get you warm and wet for him. He’ll sit you on his lap and take you fully, peppering your jaw and neck too for a little extra dazzle.

write the fic i’ve been brainstorming since i watched saltburn : ❌

draw scene from the fic that has been stick in my head instead of writing it: ✅

*sigh*