do you still write gow NSFWs? if so could you write one with modi x fem reader i LOVE your work!
What was your name?
Warnings: P in V sex, Virgin Modi (if you squint), hand job, freaky ass reader, Fem reader, Modi is a tad shy.
A/N: I have been summoned, AND I LOVE YOU <3
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When Modi first laid eyes on you, a surge of heat rushed through him, his body betraying him in ways he couldn’t control. He wanted you. Needed you. The thought of your scent, the idea of having you close, consumed him. But Modi wasn’t like his brother: confident, fearless, or like his father, who never let him forget it. He was awkward, uncertain, always feeling like he came up short.
When he finally worked up the nerve to approach you, the words lodged in his throat. He stayed quiet, stealing glances when he thought you wouldn’t notice. But you did. Every time you turned to catch his gaze, he’d quickly look away, heart pounding.
“Let me buy you a drink,” you said first, your voice breaking the tension. You leaned in slightly, your hand brushing his arm, the simple touch sending a jolt through him. With a small smile, you motioned toward a quieter, emptier corner, and for the first time, Modi didn’t feel like a loser.
It didn’t take long for you to be climbing on that massive body, hands in his hair to kiss and claw at him. He’s almost whimpering under you, sliding down the brick wall outside of the pub to make it easier for you. He’s hot, sexy, pathetic and whiny. It’s everything you like. You’re on top, it’s obvious you’re calling the shots. When you pull his cloth to the side, you coo teasingly up at his pouting face. “So fat…you like me? Don’t you?” You drag a long nail up the shaft of his cock and his stomach rolls. He almost cums, just almost from such a simple touch that his face goes red from embarrassment.
You jerk him off first, eyes locked onto his as his pre cum lubes up his cock. He’s bigger than you, way taller and larger and wider. His cock is thick and heavy, at least 9 inches with a girth that makes your mouth water and a heat rush through your body.
Just when he’s about to cum, just when he’s finally gonna stop whimpering and bucking his hips, you stop. He wants to grab you by your arm and yell at you, but he chokes up when he sees you bending over for him, ass in his face as you shimmy off your panties. You reverse cowboy his legs, trying your best to align his thick cock inside of your pussy, but it keeps slipping. You want to cry, you want it sooo bad and so does he, so he just grabs your arms and slams his hips into yours.
His pace is fast and a bit brutal, his hands move to your hips and his fingers nails dig into your skin as he lifts you up and down like a doll. You can’t breathe, your heart lodged itself into your throat and your eyesight goes blurry. He’s still whimpering behind you, trying to keep a steady pace to get himself off, but he doesn’t know anything besides his fist.
You bring an arm back and cup behind his head, “g-good boy- feels so good.” You gasp out, and Modi almost cums at it. He’s never been praised, always put down and bullied, his mind races and he wants more of it so bad. “More-“ he tweets, and you bite your lip in bliss. “Making my pussy feel so good-“ it’s a bit of a lie, it does hurt, mostly because he slammed it in and sometimes his tip bruises your cervix, but the stretch is…unbelievable. “So good at this- my good boy!”
It doesn’t take long for your eyesight to go almost black, you stomach tightens and you choke on your own breath. You gush everywhere, all over his stomach and his legs, it leaves a creamy white ring on the shaft of his cock and when you tighten, Modi finally loses it and fills you up.
By the time you stop moving, modi’s whimpering in sensitivity and you lean back to capture his chapped lips into a kiss. You pull away, breathing hardly and ask:
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Some would say that is ironic. Some other would say that is stupid.
Why? Because it is true. it is 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘤.
Modi saw it with is own eyes, then, thousands of memories of 𝘩𝘦𝘳 voice assault his mind. How 𝘴𝘩𝘦 used to show off with 𝘩𝘦𝘳 magical and physical skills, how 𝘴𝘩𝘦 used to fly with him above the wall of Hrimthur, how 𝘴𝘩𝘦 used to fight or spar alongside him, how 𝘴𝘩𝘦 used to use 𝘩𝘦𝘳 wings almost all the time.
𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴... They are now nothing more than ashes, scattered all over the red-covered green of the ground.
Red. The word also has an effect on him, it reminds him of her hair, red like dried blood. That word also reminds him of another thing, so his feet finally started to move towards her, now silent and without making another sound. Not of her voice, nor of her beautiful-but-now-burnt wings.
He lands on his knees, his wide eyes looking at her 𝘵𝘰𝘰 relaxed ones, his horrified expression is freezed on his face. For a moment, he doesn't know what to do, but why? Why he can't think of another thing that isn't the blood!? C'mon, Modi, you can see how 𝘩𝘦𝘳 body is hurt, how 𝘩𝘦𝘳 skin has several wounds, how 𝘩𝘦𝘳 clothes are ruined, YOU CAN SEE HOW 𝘏𝘌𝘙...
Then, he stops thinking, he just want to 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 about how bad 𝘴𝘩𝘦 looks, so his mind stops for a moment to finally do something. His hand moved to hug 𝘩𝘦𝘳, to keep 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦, to hear the slow beating of 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵. At least that is a good thing, he can do something to save her from 𝘥𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨.
So yes.
Yes, he can say that is stupidly ironic.
Ingen, the bloody valkyrie, now covered in her own dried blood.
Damn, it looks better than I expected. Don't know how, but don't care either.
(Hrist and Mist beat and burnt her up, orders from Odin, she had to cut her hair after that and now doesn't talk as much as before. Fucking all-fucker.)
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Magni and modi while one of my comfort characters...are making my life fucking hell. I'm so overly frustrated with trying to find a way to keep the brothers alive or be ressurected in my au. Alot of it being because of the game's insistent need to keep things vague and confusing. Down to the timeline itself which is so confusing. But rn specifically the rules of souls and the afterlife. I've read many theories about why magni and modi didn't come back to life. but none of them are confirmed and all of them have holes.
But all this could be avoided if I simply just let them live with their interactions with Kratos and atreus. I have two issues with this
1. I give to much power to cannon. despite hating how the aesir were handled, I struggle with going to far away from what would be considered cannon. Thinking that putting them in a whole new setting or situation is crazy as hell.
2. the deaths of both of them, push thor to stop drinking. He finally saw the consequences of his anger and started to see the error in his ways.
Another way to deal with this would be to let them just stay dead and also because it keeps the consequences of thor's inaction and abuse but ugggghh, the aesir deserve agnst and happiness.
Just some little dabbles I wanted to post for my precious, pathetic little man because he's so freaking pretty and I love him
Picture is not mine
No matter what time of day, or where you both were, you never failed to compliment any and everything Modi did or how he looked. Following his ever step with nothing but adoration in your eyes and kindness in your words. Watching the way he would tense up or flounder like a fish out of water because he's just not used to praise will always be worth it, especially for the soft smiles he tries to hide, thinking you don't see the subtle twitch of his lips as he turns away with a mumbled curse(you do spend a lot of time looking at them after all).
He's used to trying and trying but never being respected.
He's had to live in Magni's shadow his entire life, working for everthing he's ever had. So you calling him handsome? Pretty? Strong? Telling him that he did good or that he's amazing. Acting as if praising him is something so simple and easy. So natural. All that love for him alone.
He doesn't know what to do with that.
So instead he pretends his face isn't on fire while mumbling unintelligiblelly to himself and averting his gaze. Avoiding your teasing and beautiful grins as if he'd die by just looking looking at you. As if he'd say too much when you look at him like that.
