#and then he got company and that company gave him a lamp and a chair and he's not FINE. he's not doing good

[mishapen-dear]

so soft about the chair and the lamp in bbh's cell. @v@ was deliberately cruel in creating a very small cell with nothing but a federation poster in it. it's deliberately miserable. but the cell is surrounded by the devastation of tubbo trying to break him out. but there are pepito signs and item frames and pictures on the prison walls. but the empty cell has a lamp, and a chair. but he's been inside of a small cell for eight hours, and he's been with his friends for most of that

#qsmp badboyhalo #qsmp #like on a meta level he would NOT still be streaming if the eggs werent hanging out w him #its v <3 #he was fucking miserable before tubbo first came to visit him #starting to fall to violence. losing track of time #planning to kill everyone. starting with forever. ending with forever. #and then he got company and that company gave him a lamp and a chair and he's not FINE. he's not doing good #but he's happier #@v@ wanted him to be *miserable* and she fucking failed

[hazbinhotelie]

Hey there! really liked your other blog so far and i just read your list of headcanons for alastor and the one about him constantly emitting static gave me an idea^^

how about the reader being a regular sinner who's new at the hotel and they're on a good way of becoming friends with alastor. they love to gossip or just sit in silence with a good book, enjoying each others company.

slowly al realises he's developing romantic feelings for them, which he cannot admit to. that'd be embarassing. so instead whenever the reader does something very cute he just starts screaming in his head about it - which comes out as the static surrounding him.

but now whenever he's in his head sceaming something specific (i.e. 'i want to kiss them') the reader starts clutching their ears or scratching roughly at the back of their neck and it has him soo worried. can they hear what he's thinking? what's going on??

uhh so yeah, just a reader who doesn't mind static but is still really sensitive to specific frequencies or other high pitched noises that makes them want to claw off their ears haha ^^'

It started with a paper cut.

I was washing the dishes after dinner, and realistically, I should’ve been more careful. Charlie brought in the mail and set an envelope on the counter for me. I turned off the water, set the sponge aside, and dried my hands. I reached for the envelope and- “Ow! Fuck,” I yelled. I watched the blood drip from the wound already, glaring at it.

“Is everything alright, my dear?” Alastor asked, poking his head in through the door. He looked at me and immediately seemed to notice my wound- and I was surprised. It was so small, so innocuous. “What happened?”

“Nothing, it’s just a paper cut,” I said, nonchalant. I sighed and moved to fix it, but he was already there.

“Please, allow me,” he said, softer. He wrapped a bandage around the cut for me. His static sounded softer than usual. “The kitchen is full of rotten flesh, it’s no place for a wound that can be so easily infected."

“Thank you," I said, a bit taken aback. I smiled noting his static was softer right now, louder, yes, but softer.

My next hint was when we were having tea with Rosie.

"Dont worry darling, I know you’re an ace in the hole,” Rosie said with a grin.

"I still have no idea what that means,” Alastor said, his static shifting to a more erratic pattern and his ear twitched.

“Oh, you know, like how this sweetheart is bi and ready to cry,” she said, laughing softly as the pinched my cheek.

“Rosie!" I said, gently pushing her away. I smiled and laughed with her.

“About to cry?” Alastor asked, coming up next to me. He placed his hand under my chin and tilted my head to look up at him.

“Al,” I said, about to explain.

He stopped me, putting his thumb on my lip. The static got louder as his brow furrowed. He moved my head from side to side, seemingly worried. “My dear, you should smile. I’m sure that would help cheer you up.”

“Oh! Alastor, dear, it’s just an expression,” Rosie said, giggling to herself.

Alastor pulled away, almost immediately and his ears shifted back. “Oh,” he said, quieter. He looked away and I could’ve sworn he seemed embarrassed. “My apologies, I didn’t realize.” The static got quieter again, then louder, shifting back and forth for a moment, before settling on a single frequency that almost sounded like a ringing in my ear.

“It’s fine,” I said with a smile, rubbing the back of my neck. This was going to give me a headache. “I appreciate your concern. It was sweet.”

“Ah. Well, thank you,” he said with a curt nod. “I believe it may be in my best interest to start looking into modern slang again.”

I should’ve realized last week.

I was staying up late in the lounge, on the couch, reading. Alastor sat in his usual chair, near the lamp on the side table, humming to himself as he read. I listened, content.

I found myself nodding along at time, bobbing my head to the song he was humming or playing on the radio. Other times, I’d hum along with him. I didn’t realize it.

I started to do that this time, and the music came to an abrupt halt. A moment later, it came back again, slightly distorted. The static shifted, getting louder, suffocating, higher in frequency.

I dropped my book and clutched my ears, but the sound only got louder. I almost felt like crying.

“My dear…” Alastor said hesitantly, putting his hand on my shoulder. I flinched away. “Are you alright?”

His presence only seemed to make it worse. I shook my head ‘no’. “Loud,” was all I could manage to say. He froze for a moment, processing. Then the static got quieter. Slightly.

“I…” he paused for a moment, then sat down next to me as I took my hands away from my head. “I’m sorry, darling. I hadn’t realized I was doing that.”

I was quiet this time. “Sensory overload,” I mumbled, wrapping my arms around myself.

I should’ve known, when he muttered something under his breath and asked if he could touch me. I should’ve known when he stayed and made sure I was okay for the rest of the night. I should’ve known when I woke up the next morning to find him making my favorite breakfast.

I should’ve known that he loved me.

But I didn’t.

#alastor hazbin x reader #alastor the radio demon #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor x reader #hazbin alastor #alastor #thanks for the ask!

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Meeting And Dating Bilbo Baggins Would Include:

Meeting And Dating Bilbo Baggins Would Include:

Bilbo Baggins X GN Reader

Additional Characters: The Company and Gandalf (Mentioned)

WC: 1,125

Warnings: The Hobbit canon fighting mentioned, slight baby angst, and huge fluff

It was late at night when you came across the Hobbit home, with the glowing mark that Gandalf had left. You were a bit late, but only because you had become a bit lost in the beginning. You walked up to the door and knocked twice; hearing the loud chatter of the dwarves that were already inside. Hearing the hurried pitter patter of feet, the large round door opened, revealing whom you could only assume was Master Baggins. You immediately gave the Hobbit a smile, and Bilbo gave you a shocked wide-eye stare in return.

But, he was quick to snap out of his awe-like gaze, stepping aside for you to enter while offering you a cup of warm tea; to apologize for leaving you out in the cold. You couldn't help but fawn over the little Hobbit, who was so sweet and polite. He took your jacket, and you made your way inside. The lamps around the home gave it a warm glow, and the smell of food filled your nose. As you were walking down the hallway, you were greeted by the dwarves and Gandalf, as the dwarves tried to convince the poor Hobbit to become the Company's burglar. 

You thought it was mighty adorable when Bilbo's nose wrinkled and twitched as he stared at the Company's contract. His eyebrows furrowed and eyes narrowed before the dwarves spoke of the dragon they were definitely going to run into when on the journey; Bilbo fainted. You swiftly made your way to his side, doing your best to sit him up and lay him on his chair near the fire. You sat across from him, re-reading the contract as you waited for him to wake. It didn't take too long, but he awoke, after you, the dwarves, and Gandalf left that night, Bilbo came running up; he wanted the adventure.

As the trip began, you and Bilbo became pretty close, riding ponies next to each other, talking about everything and nothing, and laughing whenever a joke got passed around. Soon enough, you found yourself falling deeper and deeper in love with the Hobbit, and he fell just as fast for you. Bilbo was shy at first, but soon got used to having you around, and enjoyed your company. As did you.

You and Bilbo were inseparable, always being together, and even the Company noticed how close the two of you got. It seemed like there wasn't an inch of space that wasn't occupied by one another, sitting next to each other, or keeping each other warm; cuddled up at night.

And when you and the Company got captured by those nasty trolls, you were beyond impressed when Bilbo was able to distract those trolls; Gandalf quickly came to finish the job.

To be honest, after that moment, you knew you were in love with Bilbo.

Bilbo knew he was in love with you when you were brushing your hair, watching you in a dream-like state as the moon's rays shone down on you.  When you turned to look at him; your lips curled into a small smile, and his face turned red, and he looked away, refusing to meet your eye.

Even though Bilbo fell back into being shy around you, that didn't stop him from spending as much time with you. 

Bilbo would sneak you extra portions of dinner, and after you'd both walk together, staying close to the camp, stargazing. The company would notice this, and tease Bilbo, saying how he was treating you like royalty.

You loved seeing the happiness in his eyes every time he saw you, and you loved the feeling of his hand in yours.

Soon, you landed in Mirkwood, where you found yourself trapped behind a cell door. You sat in your cell, back and head leaning against the stone wall. The dwarves were fighting, yelling at one another and you were becoming tired of it. You just hoped Bilbo was alright. And that he wasn't killed by those spiders.

And imagine your surprise, when he came with the keys, unlocking all the cell doors and freeing you. You had to stop yourself from running into his arms, knowing you still had to get out of Mirkwood in the first place.

Fighting orcs while barreling down a rushing river was not what you thought was going to happen. You held tight onto Bilbo's arm, as he tried to stay afloat without a barrel. wishing the barrel had enough room for the both of you.

Upon exiting the river, then you pulled Bilbo into the hug you both so craved. The warmth from his body, the feel of his arms around you, your heart beating wildly inside your chest… All of these feelings overwhelmed you so much that you had to hold onto him tighter. Bilbo hugged back just as tightly.

"I missed you, too," He whispered in your ear, causing the butterflies in your stomach to flutter even more. He leaned closer, giving you a soft kiss on your forehead.

"I'm so glad you weren't eaten by spiders." You breathed, pulling away and holding his hands, looking into his brown eyes. They were shining like jewels in the moonlight. "I love you, Bilbo."

"I love you, too, (Y/N)." 

That was the night you began courting each other.

You'd both scoot your bedrolls together, holding hands as you stared up at the stars together.

Bilbo would tell you stories of his home, his family, and his old simple life.

Bilbo promised that after the journey, he'd take you back to the Shire with him; where you could live your life together. 

You loved that idea.

As the days went on and turned into months, you all finally arrived at Erebor.

The battle was stressful but victorious. You were all exhausted, as were those who fought alongside you and the dwarves.

But, in the end, you said goodbye to your friends, heading off with Bilbo back to the Shire.

The trip was long, but you were happy everything was over.

At the Shire, you were quick to help Bilbo get all his stuff back from his aunt and the rest of the Shire residents. 

After that, everything was perfect.

You'd help Bilbo plant the acorn in his garden, watching as it slowly grew into a beautiful tree.

You spent many peaceful nights sitting by the fire, reading together.

Bilbo would cook for you, making you breakfast in bed, tea at tea time, and so on, and you loved it.

You helped Bilbo with his book as well, illustrating some bits and pieces. 

You spent every waking moment with each other, getting to know each other and growing stronger together.

Life was perfect. And you wouldn't change any of it.

#bilbo baggins #bilbo baggins x gn reader #fluff #cute #slight angst #x reader #fanfiction #bilbo baggins x reader #bilbo baggins fanfiction #bilbo baggins x you #bilbo baggins x y/n #x gn reader #x you #x y/n #fanfics #fanfic #fandom #the hobbit #hobbit #headcanons

[mattalit]

Peter Parker x Male Reader

A/N: repost from wattpad

Length: 1.6k

Originally Published: Dec 27, 2022

CW: none

On particularly rough days at school, like today, Peter would ask himself if his internship at Stark Industries was worth the hassle. At least Mr. Stark gave me a cool suit, he thought. It was a Friday and he loved his internship--he should be happy!--but after staying up too late on Thursday and suffering through a Chemistry exam, he wanted little more than to be home. Now that school was over, he allowed himself a moment to breath, but only for a moment. Mr. Stark had chosen today of all days to change his routine.

"(M/N)'s working on something new and I want you to help him," Mr. Stark said. "He thinks he can use spider webs to make a strong, lightweight material. The kid's got big plans for it if it's successful. I thought it sounded right up your alley, Spider-boy."

"It's Spider-man," Peter mumbled indignantly.

"I'll take that as a yes," Mr. Stark said. He spoke over his shoulder, already walking away. "He's in the lab on the fourth floor, third door on your right. Good luck."

When Peter arrived at the lab, he didn't bother knocking; his day had been too long to give such courtesy. He walked into the dimly lit room and closed the door behind. The lab glowed a soft blue and electricity hummed softly as white noise. The right wall held a long bookshelf filled with binders, the edged titled with acronyms and numbers Peter didn't understand. A series of photos were tacked to the far wall, but he couldn't see what they were in the light. Under the photos were multiple terrariums. Each terrarium was filled with short vegetation and a large stick. From this distance, they appeared empty, but Peter wasn't convinced they were uninhabited.

"Who are you?" a voice called. Hunched over a table in the middle of the room was a (H/C) man. The light shining down from a haphazardly fixed lamp made him looker old, tired, and sickly, but, if he had to guess, he looked a year or two older than Peter.

"Oh, uh, I'm Peter. Mr. Stark sent me to help?" Peter cursed himself for making it sound like a question, but being assertive had never been his strong suit.

The man looked down at his work. It was obscured from Peter's view. He seemed to be considering something, but as to what, Peter had no idea.

"Hm," he finally said, looking back to Peter. "Okay."

"Okay?" Peter whispered.

He nodded to himself, then spoke again, "Do you mind hitting the light switch?" Peter did as instructed. "Thanks. I'm (M/N), by the way. I don't remember if we've met before."

In the newfound light, Peter was able to see (M/N) clearly. He looked less old, less tired, and less sickly. His hair was messy and a strong shade of (H/C). His face was kind. He's pretty, Peter thought. He wore an over-sized lab coat with the sleeves rolled up, emphasizing his forearms. He wasn't incredibly fit, but that could be expected from the average scientist. The breast pocket of his lab coat had his name embroidered onto it in cursive. Peter was entirely sure that they had, in fact, met once before, but he wasn't entirely sure where. Considering they were both interns at Stark Industries, it was most likely there, but he didn't voice these thoughts.

"What are you working on?" Peter asked.

"Oh, Tony didn't tell you?" Peter cringed at the informal use of Tony. "I'm harvesting spider silk from orb-weavers and turning it into a fiber. I saw some college somewhere did it and thought I'd try as well. With enough time and, well, enough spiders, I think I can make it better than they can." (M/N) swiveled around in his chair, surveying the room quickly. The room was messy, but not embarrassingly so. There were papers and photos scattered in one corner, binders stacked in another, and chairs piled against left wall. "Oh, uh, sorry for the mess. I wasn't exactly... expecting company."

"Mr. Stark didn't tell you I was coming?"

"He doesn't tell me a lot of things. He's too busy. To be honest, I didn't even think he was listening when I was telling him about this." Offhandedly, (M/N) murmured, "I guess he does care."

Peter didn't say anything.

"Well, no use standing around. Come pull up a chair. I'm harvesting some spider silk right now. I hope you're okay with spiders."

Ha, Peter thought, If he only he knew.

The first week that Peter and (M/N) worked together past smoothly. Peter was mostly tasked with feeding the spiders and organizational work, but he couldn't complain. (M/N) usually worked in silence, but he would ask him the occasional question about his personal life to pass time. Where do you live? What do you like to do? Do you have a girlfriend? Eventually, (M/N) began giving Peter more and more responsibility.

"Peter, come over here," (M/N) commanded. He was stationed on the middle desk as per usual. He held a strange square of some kind of fiber. "This," he motioned to the fiber in his hand, "is our first successful cloth of spider silk fiber. Here, touch it."

Peter accepted the cloth. "Woah! This is surprisingly soft."

(M/N) gazed at Peter, his eyes slightly lidded. He had bags under his eyes, but that was nothing new. Peter looked back to (M/N) and they made eye contact. Peter couldn't read what laid behind the man's eyes, but it seemed... soft. After a few moments, (M/N) offered a half-grin and said, "We make a great team."

Eventually, Peter and (M/N) created a routine. On the days when (M/N) didn't work, Peter would come in and feed his spiders. They were golden silk orb-weavers, all of which (M/N) had named.

"You better be extra nice to this one," he had said on Peter's first day. He was pointing to a particularly large black and yellow spider in a terrarium.  "Her name is Eight Ball and she is my favorite." He pointed to a terrarium next to it. "This is Ocho and Yossi," and the next terrarium, "the Addams' family," and the next, "Wanda and Cosmo," and the next, "and these are the egg sacks I have. They haven't hatched so I haven't named them. I am taking name suggestions, if you were wondering."

But on this particular day, Peter's third week of spider duty, Eight Ball was unnervingly still. (M/N) had given Peter his phone number "for emergencies and funny pictures," as he explained it. "Don't call unless someone is dying," (M/N) had added as well. Peter presumed it was a joke, but... Eight Ball seemed off, and Peter didn't want to risk (M/N)'s wrath to find a dead spider. And so, he pulled out his phone and typed in his phone number: xxx-xxx-xxxx.

It rang once, then twice, then thrice, and went to voicemail. Oh no. Peter just hung up.

A moment later, Peter's phone rang. (M/N) was listed as the caller. Oh thank God.

"Hello?" Peter asked.

"Hey, what's up? Why'd you call?"

"Uh, I didn't want to bother you, but, uh, one of the spiders is, uh, looking a little, uh... sick."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"...(M/N)?"

"Did you forget to feed them?" (M/N) accused. His voice sounded calm yet angry.

"What?" Peter felt panic. "No, of course I fed them, I--"

"Ahh, I'm just kidding." Laughter came from the other end of the phone. "I'll be there in a few minutes. Spider's don't last forever, y'know? I hope you brought clothes for the funeral."

True to his word, (M/N) arrived a few minutes later.

"Sorry I'm late," he said as he walked into the lab. He was dressed in an all black suit. In one hand, he held a coffee, and in his other hand he held a bouquet of roses. "I, uhh, had some... plans... but they fell through."

Peter just stared at (M/N). "What's with the suit?"

"Wow, a man can't even dress up for a funeral without being questioned."

"Oh, I, uh, didn't mean it like that."

(M/N) didn't acknowledge him. "I had a date, but they, uh, they didn't show up. Now I'm all dressed up with nowhere to go."

"I'm sorry."

"Ah, it's whatever. I didn't really like him anyways." Him, Peter noted. "Besides, what's a better day to get dumped than the death of a loved one?" (M/N) joked. He offered Peter a half-grin. "Now, which one of my dear babies is it?"

As (M/N) walked over to Peter by the terrariums, Peter pointed towards Eight Ball's cage. (M/N) squatted down and gestured for Peter to come next to him. "Hmm..." (M/N) leaned to the right, then to the left, then back to the right. His shoulder grazed against Peter's. "She's probably fine. A little death never hurt no one."

Peter offered a light chuckle then looked over to (M/N). He's kind of pretty. Maybe it's the suit. He returned his gaze to Eight Ball.

"So don't worry, you didn't kill her, but she is dead," (M/N) rambled on. He stood up, saying something about the short lifespan of spiders. "I loved her, but really, man, don't worry about it. You've been doing really well these last few weeks. Spiders are bound to die, just like us one day. It was her time. Those eggs are bound to hatch soon. Then I can have Eight Ball the Second. But that's all tomorrow's problem." (M/N) paused for a moment. Peter looked up at him then stood. "Today's problem, uh, if you're up to it..."

"Yeah...?" Peter inquired.

"Uh, well," (M/N) blushed, "if you're up to it, I'm all dressed up with no where to go, and if I had to guess, your boss--that's me, by the way--wouldn't mind giving you the rest of the day off... I mean, after this incredibly  traumatic death of a loved one, our dearest Eight Ball, a day off is the least I could do..." (M/N) took a deep breath. "What I'm trying to say is that... do you want to go out and get some food? Uh, today?"

Peter didn't fight the rosiness from spreading on his cheek. He offered a soft smile. "Sure, I'd love to."

#peter parker x male reader #spiderman x male reader #x male reader

[ar3ndoesarson]

Anytime he goes away

Hello, long time no see. This is probably going to be a bigger project (both because I have so much planned and because I'm struggling with realizing my plans for this fic).

I based this title off of "Ain't No Sunshine" by Bill Withers.

Hope you enjoy :^)

"I still don't get why they went like 'Yup mhm these bright-ass neon lights are exactly what our patients should have to look at on a daily basis." Lance looks up at the ceiling lamps and nods his head dramatically. "I mean if I had to lie in that bed all day, staring at this monstrosity of a light source I'd probably also develop a depression!"

"Lance I thought you're here to keep me company? Or would you rather spend your day arguing about design choices of a goddamn hospital?" "It's not just a design choice, it's a health hazard, Keith!" Lance jumps up from his chair and points at the lamps like Keith wouldn't know what he was even talking about. Like he didn't have to stare at said lamps for the last week.

Keith had been brought a few days ago, six to be exact. Lance had counted because six days seemed like a long time to keep someone because they had fainted. But then again he didn't know why Keith had fainted.

"You wanna go grab a snack? I'm starviiinng" the blue Pladin said slumping down in his chair. "Sure" Keith said whilst shrugging his shoulders. He kind of looked forward to getting out of his bed, because it meant he would have something else to look at than a boring white wall. And because it meant Lance came to visit.

Lance stared whilst Keith sat up from his bed and grabbed his IV pole for support to get up. Apparently they had to do some testing on Keith or whatever, nothing to worry, he had said and dismissed the topic with a shrug when Lance had asked about it.

The paladins made their way through the corridors with idle chit chat (half of it being Lance going on about how dull and dreary the whole hospital looked, to which Keith would reply that it was designed to be practical, not look pretty).

They made their way to the hospitals cafeteria, an alcove in the wall. It was still painted an unnatural white, but a few windows and cute seating areas across the space managed to make the room look actually a bit cozy. Once inside, they ordered and sat down at a table to wait for their food. From where he sat, Lance could see outside the alcove into the rather busy hallway they'd come from. A few nurses walked past, looking rather stressed. One of them turned their head looking in Lances direction. He gave a quick nod but got only a confused glare back.

A few minutes passed and they finally got their food, when the nurse from before reappeared and made their way to the two former paladins. "Keith, what are you doing here?" they asked. His head shot up in surprise, he hadn't even noticed the nurse until now. "Uh... I'm eating?". The nurse shook their head and then; "Come with me for a second, will you?".

Without any questions the black haired boy got up and followed the nurse a few steps away. Lance couldn't make out what they were saying, but it seemed like Keith was being scolded. He pointed his gaze to the ground for the most part, only once raising his head and taking up a defensive stance. If Lance could make it out right, it almost looked like he was afraid for just a second. Just as Keith turned to walk back to their table the nurse called after him one more time. "You know just as well as I, that you shouldn't."

When Keith sat back down, he didn't talk about it, and Lance didn't ask.

In hindsight he should've.

#voltron #klance #lance mcclain #vld keith #keith kogane #vld lance #lance #keith #fanfic #vld klance #vld

[bearbluebooks]

Chapter 6 Christmas in Velaris - Gwynriel

As he closed the car door she already walked up to him, instead of a greeting she said “Audi Q7, perfect car for an evil mastermind.”

With slow contemplative steps, she made her way towards his car, “On second thought, maybe a Jaguar F7 is more your vibe.” She moved one hand conspiratorially under her chin to add, “A black one of course.”

“Too flashy for me,” He responded with a smile. He forgot about her knack for cars. He couldn’t care less. As long as they took him from A to B, that was all he cared about.

Read the full chapter on AO3 or under the image :)

December 7th, 21:15

The marble scuffed under his black Oxford shoes as he made his way out of Black. inc. The Tech company he founded ten years ago was completely desolate at this time of night. That wasn’t something new- him leaving before 10 pm was. He usually preferred this time of day to conduct business- fewer people needed something from him, and quietness was a given instead of a demand.

As he walked down the stairs he asked himself again, why was he about to step into his car and drive to a place that was bustling with people? Even worse, cheery people.

Last night’s conversation flashed back into his mind. He had every intention to go to her place and not partake in the ridiculous Christmas competition. It seemed like a colossal waste of time, and he hated Christmas. But he had promised Nyx, and he wasn’t anything if not a man of his word.

That evening, he felt generous. Maybe it was the desperate look in her eyes or the desperately hideous interior of the place she now called home. Still, it wasn’t as bad as the bookshop downstairs, where he had to bite his tongue to not mention the mold or the ceiling that looked to be one strong wind away from collapsing. He could see how 15.000 dollars may come in handy.

It was definitely not the way her teal eyes sparkled with want or her lilting voice that always got her exactly what she wanted from him. 

He was a reasonable man, so he gave her the option: “Give me ten reasons to join and I will.”

Azriel thought it was impossible. He could only name three, and he gave it more thought than he cared to admit- money, fame, and the Christmas spirit. Only two of them were legitimate reasons in his eyes.

And that was his last condition: there had to be legitimacy to every reason.

The smart copper-haired woman actually succeeded in listing ten logical reasons. She didn’t even need to think about it. It was as if there was a part of her brain that was permanently occupied with all things Christmas. He would have been impressed if he didn’t think it was so disturbing. As he leaned back into the red chair, he crossed one leg over the other and said “touché.”

That’s how he found himself in his car, driving towards “Duckers Farm”, the only place open past eight pm on a weekday. He could only imagine the horrendous things he was about to witness- stressed people, overexcited people, Christmas converters.

He was supposed to meet her there at 9:15, with only ten minutes to spare he pushed the gas pedal a little bit more. Meetings ran late and one client had to call in from China. He didn’t even have time to change out of his suit.

When he parked his car, he saw Gwyn standing next to her car under a street lamp. Tonight, she wore her usual red coat, flared jeans, and a red hat. Her cheeks were slightly red, and her freckles stood out even more on her pale skin.

As he closed the car door she already walked up to him, instead of a greeting she said “Audi Q7, perfect car for an evil mastermind.”

With slow contemplative steps, she made her way towards his car, “On second thought, maybe a Jaguar F7 is more your vibe.” One hand she moved conspiratorially under her chin to add, “A black one of course.”

“Too flashy for me,” He responded with a smile. He forgot about her knack for cars. He couldn’t care less. As long as they took him from A to B, that was all he cared about.

One look around the parking lot revealed only two other cars. A good start.

One hand grabbed his elbow more forcefully as she said, “Let’s goooo, I’ve been waiting here for so long.”

Feeling slightly guilty he asked, “Shit, I’m sorry, meetings ran late, how long have you been waiting for?”

“Two minutes,” she answered. “Two long minutes of looking at the trees and not being able to touch them, smell them, feel them. Do you know how long that is?” she asked seriously.

With a playful eye-roll, he followed her inside. There were rows and rows of Christmas trees for as far as his eyes could see. At the entrance, an older lady gave each person a ticket, “Oh my. Don’t tell the others but you’re the loveliest couple I’ve seen today. Absolutely gorgeous.”

Gwyn’s face became even more red as the words left her mouth in a hurry, “We’re not-“

“Why would you think-“

“No.”

Instead of adding to the word vomit, Azriel merely said “Thank you.” And took the ticket from her outstretched hand. 

As they made their way inside, he teased “Am I so horrible to be in a fake partnership with?”

A new string of words came out of her full lips, “No. I mean-“

When she regained her footing she asked genuinely, “Why lie?”

“Why not?” He challenged with a smirk.

“Let’s pick out the Christmas tree, boyfriend,” she said as she took one of his hands in hers. He pushed away the thought of how nicely her smooth hand fit in his.

“I already know which one I want,” she said as she guided them towards a surprisingly beautiful tree. But they needed two. “And mine?”

“That is yours,” she corrected. “This one is mine,” she said as she pointed to one that looked almost exactly the same.

As she walked towards the end of the row she added, “I also want to get a smaller one for Mouse, then she can play with that one instead of the larger one,” she said with such a sigh it was clear that plan of action came from experience.

“I’ll be right back, I’ll ask them to cut all three for us.” And just like that she was gone again. She was nothing if not efficient. With some difficulty, he had to admit this wasn’t as bad as he thought.

Laughs sounded before he saw the copper-brown female. When he looked in the direction of the sound, a towering man who he could only describe as an American Thor followed Gwyn like a puppy dog.

On instinct, he stood a little straighter, pulled his shoulders back slightly, and his chin up higher. “Do you have another axe,” he asked the budget store Norwegian. 

“Sure man, hold on, I’ll be right back.”

He couldn’t remember the last time he cut a tree, but he worked out. He could handle one lousy tree.

“Thank you, Troy,” Gwyn said as he came back with the axe.

Before Troy, not Thor handed him the axe, Azriel removed his coat and jacket to roll up his sleeves. With swift movements, he made the first cuts into the base of the tree in what was definitely not a competition for the manliest man.

Gwyn took up the space in the pathway, far away enough not to get accidentally hit, but close enough to enjoy the show.

With more strength than he thought was needed, he slowly made his way through the thick stem. With stealthy looks to the left, he saw Troy advancing just as quickly as him. A pang of pride shot through him.

With quicker slashes, he advanced at a pace that would lead him towards victory. As proven by the satisfying sound of the tree falling into the other row of trees.

His hands already started to lift in celebration pumps, before he remembered he was in public, and this was a competition. Instead, he took one look to his left, to reveal Gwyn, who looked straight back at him. Quicker than he liked, she moved towards her tree and said, “Thank you, Troy.”

“I hope this is not crossing some lines, but can I get your number?” He asked right in front of him.

Did he not see her pretend boyfriend was standing right behind her?

“Sure,” she said after a moment of contemplation.

He didn’t even have her new number. How dare he get it before him? How dare he get it at all?

With his back turned towards them he instead focused on the tree.

“I’ll see you later.” He said as he moved to walk away. “Bye,” she said as she walked towards the tree.

With bent legs, she prepared her back to pull the heavy tree up. Both trees weighed the same amount, and he already struggled with its weight.

“Let me help you,” he said as he dropped his tree and made his way toward hers.

“I got it,” she said as her face began to turn red under the strain.

With two hands, she held the base of the tree as she threw her entire weight into the battle. Her body stood almost horizontally, as she pulled the tree towards the entrance. It was impressive if it wasn’t also frightening.

He watched her struggle all the way towards the entrance, which she made all by herself, with two breaks in between, but still.

He threw the smaller three on top of his, as he made his way towards the entrance too.

When he reached the lady at the entrance, to give her the card back and pay, he was met with a disapproving look that made him glad looks couldn’t really kill.

With a shrug of his shoulders, he said I tried.

As his car, he saw her still struggling to fit the tree inside hers.

“Still glad you don’t have an evil mastermind's car?”

Maybe it was petty, but the look on her face was worth it.

“Need some help,” he added to alleviate some of it.

“I got it,” she responded.

“You can’t perform magic, Gwyn, it doesn’t fit.”

“I got it,” she repeated as she pushed one foot into the base of the three. Then she flung her entire back into the thick tree before she spewed a litany of curses he wished to know the origin of.

“Let me,” he finally said. He was met with a look of challenge that promised violence if he so much as touched the tree. So he added, “Let this evil mastermind do some good.”

“Alright, but don’t push them together.”

When she walked to the back of his car, she assessed the possibilities and concluded “Let’s fit them together, like puzzle pieces.”

With slight hesitation, and a lot of unwillingness to piss her off even further, he agreed. And he be damned, it actually worked- they both fit.

#gwynriel #gwyn x azriel #acotar fanfiction #gwyn acosf #gwyneth berdara #acotar #acotar alternate universe #ao3 fanfic #azriel shadowsinger #a court of silver flames #pro gwyneth berdara #pro gwynriel

[feyhunter78]

Targaryen Inc (3/?)

Description: Helaena talks with her dad and unintentionally spies on Jacaerys' fight with his girlfriend.

Helaena scrolled through her email, marking the urgent ones when her father, Criston Cole, knocked on her door. She got up from her fuzzy pink desk chair and swung open the door, ushering him in.

“Dad! Have you come by for tea?” She asked, moving to the shelf where she kept all her mugs. Criston wasn’t her biological father, but he’d married her mother when Helaena was six, a few years after her biological father had died.

Her father looked around her office. “Did you redecorate again?”

Helaena smiled, “I just added some more plants.”

As Head of HR, her office was a safe space, and she aimed to make it as comfortable as possible for anyone who visited her.

 One wall she covered with floral wallpaper, and her desk was a warm brown color with a small rose gold lamp, her computer, and teardrop shaped terrarium with a tiny village inside sitting atop it. The terrarium had been a gift from Alyra, and Helaena smiled every time she looked at it. A large bookshelf sat behind her desk. She decorated said bookshelf, a gift from Aemond, with plants, small pieces of art and pictures of her family.

Criston took a seat on the plush pink couch that sat in front of her desk, with a fond smile. “You’re just like your grandma, a green thumb through and through.”

Helaena busied herself with making them tea while he continued speaking. “Your mother’s father is downstairs. Harwin and I are going to take care of it, but your mother wanted me to let everyone know to stay upstairs until he’s gone.”

Helaena swallowed hard. She remembered the screaming matches between her parents and her Grandfather Otto. He was paranoid, claiming that her Aunt Rhaenyra was going to try and squeeze them out of the company once Viserys retired. Her mother didn’t believe him, and told him so, causing Otto to turn his back on them.

“Do you think he’ll cause any trouble?” She set the mugs down a bit too hard, her hands shaking.

 Her father caught her hand, his grip warm and reassuring. “Helaena, nothing is going to happen, Harwin and I will escort Otto out, and then everything will be back to normal.”

Helaena gave him a weak smile. “If you say so.”

Her father wrapped her in a tight hug. “I know so.” He pulled back and kissed her forehead, “I’m not going anywhere.”

Helaena blinked back tears. He always saw right through her. Her biological father had been killed over a gambling dispute, and Helaena could still hear the sound of gunshots whenever she saw poker chips or smelled cigar smoke.

She hugged him once more, then let him go. “At least wear a bulletproof vest, you and Uncle Harwin, grandfather owns a lot of guns.”

He promised her they would and left, taking the mug she saved especially for him when he did.

She waited until he’d disappeared from view, then collapsed onto her couch, curling into a ball. She blew on her tea before taking a sip, relishing in the way it burned on its way down. Her father would be fine, her grandfather would be fine, everyone would be fine.

Panic struck her, and she stood abandoning her tea and made her way down the hall turning right past the conference room, heading for Jacaerys’ office. His warm eyes, and calming voice would soothe her nerves, then she could get back to work. She froze at the sound of raised voices, pressing herself against the door of the file room, careful not to be seen through Jacaerys’ office window.

“You do this every time, just admit it, you don’t care about me.” A shrill female voice accused.

“Sarah, I do care about you, but I’m busy. This is my job; I can’t just drop everything every time you need me.” The frustration was evident in his voice, and Helaena sympathized with him. Legal was always busy, whether it was dealing with Aegon, clients, or making sure The Aemma Fund was being managed properly.

“What a liar. I bet you’re cheating on me, and that’s why you never answer my calls.”

“You’re one to talk about cheating. Remember your friend, Dale?” Jacaerys fired back.

“You’re just jealous because he fucked me better than you did.” Sarah snapped, her voice loud enough to cause Rhaenyra to crack her office door and poke her head out.

Helaena gasped at Sarah’s words, and her hands came up to cover her mouth as her eyes widened. So, this was the infamous Sarah. Her office being next to Lucerys’ she heard him complain about his brother’s girlfriend quite often, but she resolved to give the woman the benefit of the doubt, seeing as Lucerys had never liked any of Jacaerys’ girlfriends.

When Rhaenyra raised an eyebrow at her, Helaena removed her hands and mouthed, “Jacaerys’ girlfriend.”

Rhaenyra rolled her eyes and went back into her office.

Helaena wondered if she should beg her aunt to let her hide in her office until Sarah had left, but soon, she heard shuffling from Jacaerys’ office. She pulled the file room door open, pretending she’d just come from there when Sarah stormed out, not even looking at her.

Jacaerys was standing in his doorway, hair mused from running his hands through it, and she gave him a small smile. “Everything alright?”

He laughed bitterly. “It’s over with Sarah.”

She fought back the delighted expression that threatened to form, and schooled her features into one of sympathy. “I’m sorry to hear that, do you want to talk about it?”

He shook his head and held out a hand to her. She took it, and he pulled her into his office. “It’s not worth weighing you down with.” Their hands were still joined, his thumb gently rubbing circles into the back of her hand. “I’m sure you’re nervous about Otto being in the lobby.”

Her heart melted, he’d just fought with his girl—ex-girlfriend, and he was still thinking about how she might be feeling?

“I’m a little nervous, but I talked to my dad, and they’re going to be careful.” His father was going down there too, and while she doubted her grandfather would try anything, she couldn’t help but worry.

Jacaerys nodded. “They’ll be fine, they’re trained professionals.”

Both their fathers had served in the military, then worked in private security before their mothers signed on with Targaryen Inc. They often joked how funny it was they’d never crossed paths until that day.

“And my grandfather is an angry old man with too much time on his hands.”

Jacaerys laughed at that, his breathtaking smile returning. “Have you made your afternoon tea yet? I find myself craving some blueberry tea.”

“Not yet.” She lied, butterflies fluttering in her stomach. Jacaerys rarely had time to join her for tea, but when he did, it was the best hour of her week.

“And then she accused me of cheating.” He said, an expression of hurt and disbelief on his ruggedly handsome face.

Helaena had already heard this accusation, but when he was here, sitting on her couch, knees brushing hers, she wouldn’t care if he tried to explain everything, he learned in law school to her.

“You would never.” She said, tone soft but earnest.

“Exactly, I could never break someone’s trust in that way.” He explained, taking a sip from the novelty mug he’d bought her that read, ‘hug dealer’ in big block letters. “And she’s the one who cheated on me.”

Helaena let out a scandalized gasp. “No, why?”

Jacaerys shrugged, his face tinting pink. “I don’t know, she wouldn’t tell me.”

Helaena bit her lip, of course she would never tell Jacaerys she heard his argument with Sarah, but a part of her wanted to reassure him there was no way this Dale could be better than him. At anything. Not that she’s slept with either man, but she just had a feeling Sarah had lied in an attempt to hurt Jacaerys.

Jacaerys’ thumb freed her bottom lip, and she felt her face heat up. “You’ll bruise your lip if you keep that up.” He warned, his chestnut brown eyes fixated on her, his thumb still resting on her lip.

Her eyes met his, and her breath caught in her throat at the intensity within them. “I’ll be more careful.” She whispered, not wanting him to retract his touch.

A knock on her door had them jumping apart and Jacaerys stood opening the door. Her father stood there, a confusion look on his face when he saw Jacaerys instead of her. “The ex-employee has been removed from the premises. Everyone is now free to visit the lobby if they wish.”

“Thanks, Dad.” She said, relief filling her veins. No one had been hurt.

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[ijwrff]

Okay okay, but what about a part 3 for the yandere king darkiplier and Antisepticeye fic? :)

This one focuses more on Dark, but if people want me to continue this there will be more Anti in the next chapter :3

Over time, their yandereness and kingship will be shown more as well!

Word Count: 1,011

Over time, you came to enjoy the company of Dark and Anti. You saw Dark more, seeing as you were staying in his castle, but Anti visited often. 

You refused to sleep anywhere other than your cell. But…

You awoke with a start, completely winded by the nightmare you just had. It was awful…you didn’t know you could even have such dark nightmares. 

After that…you wanted company. 

You paced around in your cell for a good while, but eventually the memories of the nightmare crept in and you made your decision. 

It was a short walk to Dark’s room…and you saw light seeping out from under the door. He must still be awake. 

You worked yourself up to it, and finally knocked. 

“Go away Wilford.” Was the response you heard. 

“U-uh it’s y/n…” 

You heard something drop and scurrying, and Dark opened the door in an instant. 

“Y/n?!” He seemed so genuinely shocked. He took a glance at your expression, “What’s wrong? Has someone here upset you?” He looked livid, and you had to stop that train of thought quickly in fear of the safety of anyone who might have bothered you. 

“No! I…this is gonna sound stupid…” You all but mumbled the last part, looking down at your feet. 

A soft touch of a finger under your chin made your eyes snap up to Dark. 

“Darling…if it is bothering you it’s far from stupid.” He looked genuinely concerned, and your heart melted ever so slightly at the expression. 

“Well…” You started, “I…had a nightmare.” And you looked away once again, only for that same hand to pull your gaze back to him. 

Dark gave you a comforting smile, and opened the door further, “Come in. We can talk about your nightmare.” He led you to the bed, and sat you down at the end of it while he pulled the chair over from his work desk. 

That chair had been lying on the ground, and papers scattered as if he had fallen out of his chair. Was he THAT caught off guard by you coming to see him?

He smiled, “Would you like something to drink perhaps?” And you shook your head. 

“No…not right now.” 

He nodded, “In your own time darling. I have all night.” He glanced back at his work desk, accidentally letting you know he had more important things to be doing. Or at least you thought they were more important. 

You sighed, and slowly opened up about your nightmare. You told him everything, even explaining some things further, such as a phobia of yours that was present during the nightmare. 

After you had finished explaining, you looked at Dark for a moment. His eyes looked sympathetic, and remembering his power just now, you looked away from his eyes. 

He saw this and chuckled, “It’s only when I’m trying to make you obedient. It doesn’t work if I’m not trying.” And you blushed, embarrassed that you got caught. 

“I’m sorry…” Was all you could get out. You were feeling particularly vulnerable after sharing your story of the nightmare, and didn’t want to make him upset or think it was his fault you were having nightmares. 

In fact…you felt relatively safe with Dark. But you wouldn’t tell him that just yet. 

A yawn escaped your mouth before you could help it. 

This made Dark smile, “Get some rest darling. Would you…like to sleep in my bed tonight? It is far more comfortable than that of the cell.” The kind expression on his face inviting you in. 

Despite being kidnapped by this demon…you let out a small “Yes please.” 

He seemed happy with this answer, and pulled back the covers for you, grabbing your hand to lead you over to the other side of the bed. Dark tucked you in once you had gotten comfortable, and he turned off the main light, leaving the only light in the room being the small desk lamp. 

He walked back to his work desk, and got back to work. 

Another yawn from you, but you watched Dark work for a good while. 

“Dark?” You questioned. 

“Yes darling?” He replied, not yet looking up from his work. 

You were afraid to ask the question…but you didn’t want to feel alone. He wasn’t close enough. You couldn’t touch him. That’s what you wanted…to be held while you fell asleep. 

“Um…” You sat up, and looked at him. He turned at the sound of you moving around in bed, and tilted his head ever so slightly in questioning. 

“What is it darling? Something wrong? Can you not sleep with this light on?” He fumbled a bit, “I can work in my office if-”

And you cut him off “No! I mean…I just…” You gulped, and questioned if you really wanted to ask this of the demon. 

Your inner voice told you that you wanted him close, and you listened to that inner voice. “C-could you…sleep in bed…with me…?” It came out feeble and fragile, and you winced at the sound of your own voice. 

If you didn’t have his attention before, you definitely had it now. He immediately got up, and walked over to the other side of the bed. He pulled the covers back and gave you an ‘are you sure’ look. 

You nodded and he slowly climbed into bed. 

At first, you slept on one side and him on the other. But you could see he was still wide awake. 

Ever so slowly, you crept closer to him. 

This made him smile, and you rested your head on his chest. 

He wrapped his arms around you, and softly whispered “Is this okay?” The amount of care he was showing you spoke volumes. He was making sure in every possible way that you were safe and happy. 

And you fell asleep like that. Who knew if demons even slept, but he held you all through the night. It was comfortable. And after seeing this soft side of Dark, you wanted to get even closer to him if possible. 

The next morning however…

#darkiplier x reader #x reader #gn reader #markiplier egos #yandere x reader #yandere! dark x reader #yandere! king! darkiplier x reader

[obito76]

[Closet Secrets]

Chapter 10 : Enter Jason Todd

You can read my full work here on AO3.

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Raven fidgeted with her hair, her fingers twisting in the strands as she ran her fingers on margins of her text book. Her heart fluttered against her chest and she leaned back against her chair, looking out of her window into the street below. A few flakes of snow began to drift down in the darkness around her, signalling that It was truly time of winter. Raven let herself entertain the small fantasy of curled up under heavy blankets as Dick made love to her with almost tender touches, candles burning around them as they practically bathed in the soft glow.

She blushed and tugged on the sleeves of her sweatshirt, feeling her body tremble at the memory of his hands running over her, teasing her skin. It felt silly to feel her heart pound the way it did, rattling against her ribs like a bird in a cage. She knew, logically, that this feeling of attraction and excitement was something that bound to happen when you are literally fucking almost every day, and yet she loved to wallow in it. Even though it was a maze of falsities and lies, she would wrap herself up in this fake love and tenderness as if it were real.

It was unhealthy for her to feel this way, and yet part of her didn’t care.

“Knock knock?”

Raven nearly jumped out of her skin, a yelp of surprise escaping as she turned around, looking into the face of a familiar man hovering in her bedroom doorway. He leaned casually against the jamb, and his dark hair fell into even darker eyes, the corners of his lips turning up in a sinful smirk that suggested he knew exactly what she had been thinking about.

Raven stuttered for a moment, trying not to drown in the sight of him. What in the...

“I’m sorry.” His voice sounded like sin and silk all mingling together in a veritable thunderstorm of emotions. “Karen and that pink hair were stepping out when I got in, so I thought maybe you need some company. I hope you don’t mind.”

Jason Todd.

“What do you want Jason?” Raven groaned out as she pulled her arms over her chest and blushed, feeling as if he could easily see through her oversized sweater and tight leggings. His stare flicked around her face, obviously taking the sight of her in feature by feature until he was practically grinning behind those endless eyes.

Raven glanced at the digital clock by her lamp, trying to remember what the date was. Thursday ? And nine o’clock? How had she forgotten? She fidgeted with her hair and looked around her room, trying to keep her eyes from locking with his own; that would have spelled disaster. “Trying to give me company? You're not Dick.”

He lifted an eyebrow and crossed his arms over his chest. “I am not.” His eyes shot down the length of her body and a slow, teasing smile split his lips, exposing bright white teeth. “I’m Jason. The League sent him on a mission, So he’s out of the country for a little bit, so… I’m here to fill in his datebook for the next few days.”

“Fuck,” Raven pushed at her hair and sighed, looking away. If she kept staring at him, he would certainly drag her down into hell… or heaven. Whatever happened first. “He didn’t let me know.”

“It was a rather sudden request from a former teammate. He was off to Monaco and needed someone for backup.” He waved his hand dismissively and propped himself up on his feet. “You know how it goes.”

She didn’t, not really.

“Can I come in?”

Could he? There was something dangerous curling around inside him, and he didn’t feel a thing like Dick. Jason’s entire being spoke of hidden curses and dark words whispered in shadows. It spoke of the soft scent of leather and bite of cold metal, a complete opposite of Dick who seemed nothing but affection and pleasure. Could she trust this man with shadowed promises hiding in the depths of his eyes? Raven finally lifted her eyes to his own and gave a nod,

He certainly was interesting..

“Thank you… Raven,”

“Yes.”

Jason sauntered into the room, his hips having a luscious sway to them, and casually moved to her bookshelf. He began to look at the titles on her shelf with a mild interest, running his fingers over the spines with touches that seemed practically irreverent. Raven let him read the books quietly, trying to decipher him, but coming up completely empty.

“I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable, Raven. I can sense you’re… uneasy. If you don’t want me here, I can go back to my room,” he stated conversationally, never turning around to look back at her. “If you changed your mind, I don’t have to be here. It’s okay. You will lose your company, but that’s all.”

“No, it’s not that,”

“Oh? So you don’t mind if I stay then?” He glanced over his shoulder and watched her, his lips curling up into another smile.

“Yeah, yeah.. you can stay, I guess…” Raven felt her body react under his heady stare and looked around her room again, trying to avoid looking into his eyes. She knew that the moment she saw those shadows again, she would be unable to stop herself from saying no. She desperately wanted to see what was hiding inside him. “It’s just that Dick promised to spend night so when I heard knocking, I wasn’t expecting you.”

He cast her a sidelong glance, that infuriating smile playing across his lips again as his fingertips continued to slide along the spines of her books. “Fucking your best friend's husband in her own house?”

“Who cares about her?” Raven scoffed.

“Mm…” Jason made a noncommittal noise as he pulled a book off her shelf with long, careful fingers. “Crime and Punishment? This is one of my favorite novels.”

Hers too. She lifted her eyes to his face again, silently telling him to continue.

“I think Raskolnikov’s delusions of being the hero are… interesting. A blatant indicator of human desires to be more than just themselves, and more than just humans. There’s such an interesting concept that this lays deep at the core of our being, the lust for the idea that the individual is more than just a being among other beings, an individual can be a superman – above all other humans.” He paged through the book and looked up at her, still smiling behind those smoldering eyes. “It’s a great idea…don’t you think?”

Raven just sat there, her mouth hanging open just a little bit as she tried to process exactly what he had just said. He was carrying on advanced discussions of Russian literature with her… in the same way that Dick had easily built their physical chemistry as if it was nothing to be concerned with. How exactly Batman trains his sidekick to be both exceedingly handsome and exceedingly intelligent?

So it's not only Dick,

Jason chuckled. “You look intrigued.”

She was.

“Do you want to talk books?”

She did. It had been so long since she carried on a conversation about classic literature with someone other than Dick and few people at library.

He snapped the book shut, eyes staring deeply into her own as he read her expression like it was one of her books. “We can just talk books if you want, little bird. There’s no need to push if you don’t want to do anything else.” He smiled and moved closer to her. “Besides, I don’t mind the discussion… there’s only one other person I could talk Russian literature with and he and I… well… we don’t really get along. So, I wouldn’t mind the deeper conversation for once.”

She knew that not many of their friends were not all that interested in literature, or even know what Russian litrature is, to able to have real conversations. Maybe this was a good thing? Raven’s stare flicked down to the worn book in his hands and then back to his eyes. Chewing on her lower lip, she weighed the pros and cons for a moment before giving a delicate, careful nod. “Books...talking about books sounds good.”

“Good.” He moved and sat on the edge of her bed. “We’ll start with books.”

Raven felt her heart pound against her ribs at his choice of words.

Start?

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The rest of their time seemed to mix and mingle together in a whirlwind of questions and back-and-forth teasing, and Raven found herself intrigued with what he had to say. It was easy conversation, like something between friends, and it didn’t take Raven very long to relax against him, listening as he critiqued some of her favorite books with sharp but insightful censure. He never ended a point with “well that’s how I feel”, but brought up interesting points of view, and some she had never considered. It was surprisingly… fun.

The next thing Raven knew she was laying spread out on her bed, listening to his low laughter as he trailed his fingertips up and down her arm, picking at loose threads on her sweater.

Jason poked a finger into her side and shook his head, his teasing smile spilling his lips. “Of course you would like Pride and Prejudice.”

Raven pursed her lips and looked over at him as he fidgeted with the pen in her hair. He was impossibly close to her, and she could smell the scent of his breath mingling with the thick scent of his cologne and the heat of his body. It felt like something out of a cheap romance novel, and she both loved and hated it.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“All girls like Pride and Prejudice, it’s like… the thing that girls do.” He propped his head up on his arm and looked down at her, a secretive smile playing on his lips. “You know, swoon over Mr. Darcy and all of his reserved mannerisms… giggle when he finally admits that he loves her, start to feel like you too could be part of the Pemberley estate.”

“I don’t swoon over anyone!” Raven rolled her eyes and tried to look insulted, but she knew she was smiling. “I’m not that path-“

“Cute?” He cut her off, draping his arm over her stomach with another smile. He invaded her space easily and Raven found she didn’t mind it at all.

“Because I think you’re pretty cute, Raven.” He leaned over her, pressing his nose against her own, never moving any closer than that innocent hovering over her body. “Seeing you try and deny your secret crush for Mr. Darcy.”

“I don’t have a secret crush.”

“Oh, really?”

Raven’s breath was catching in her throat and she wasn’t sure when she had gotten so warm or felt her cheeks flush so brightly. The heat and tension wove taut between them, feeling like it was going to snap at any moment and the world would explode in a show of fireworks that drowned them both in indescribable colors. He was so close. Licking her lips, her eyes darted from his eyes to his mouth and back again, her mind swirling in a storm of thoughts and curiosities. Could she venture any farther? What about Dick? All it would take was just a tilt of her head...

Jason smiled as if he knew exactly where her thoughts were wandering, and he leaned down even closer, the soft flesh of his lips just barely hovering over her own. A second ticked by between them, and he captured her lower lip in his teeth, nipping at her before releasing the her. “Kiss me, little bird.”

She didn’t need to be asked twice.

Raven leaned up and pressed an innocent kiss to his full, sinful mouth. A moment hung suspended between them, like a fuse to a stick of dynamite, and then the inferno started. He made a deep, throaty noise of approval and pressed against her lips, returning the kiss stroke for stroke, and lick for lick. Whatever she gave him, he returned ten-fold and with considerable skill. Each push from him was just more fuel for the fire racing through her veins, pooling low in her stomach until everything felt like flames licking her skin.

Raven groaned at the faint taste of anise and cinnamon on his tongue, and she brought her hand up to bury into his hair, pulling him tight against her. His taste was addicting, and so different from the fresh mint of Dick. Jason tasted like sin, and she wanted to keep drinking from him until she was satisfied.

The arm around her waist slid slowly under her sweater and his fingertips stroked her stomach with light, teasing caresses. Never enough to feel like he was pushing insistently at her, but just enough to remind her that he could very easily control her body. Raven whimpered into his mouth, and her head fell back against the pillow as he ravished her with the most sinful kisses she had ever tasted. Each stroke from him was like unlocking a darker part of her soul, and all she wanted was to drown in the shadows he offered her.

“Fuck.”

Raven blinked, suddenly realizing that he was scrambling off of her, reaching for his jacket as a loud buzzing noise echoed through the silence of her room. He offered her an apologetic look before answering his cell phone.

“Jason here.” Pause. “Yeah, I know I know.” Pause. “Yes… yes… well… can’t I just-“ His eyes flicked over to Raven and he sighed, leaning against her desk. “What about Garth? Or Roy?” He cursed under his breath. “Okay, okay. Jeez, I know. Calm your tits, dude. Fine. I’ll take care of it.” With another curse he ended the call and started to pull on his jacket.

“I’m sorry.” He sighed. “I have to go, little bird. Looks like they have another mission for me.”

Raven blinked in surprise, her eyes flicking to the clock. They had been talking for over three hours and it was almost midnight, it's just took three hours for him to How in the world had they both lost track of time like that? It took him only three hours to make her kiss him, and she was more than ready to go further. She blinked and sat up, shaking her head. “I’m sorry… I didn’t even realize… I didn’t get you in trouble did I? For being late to your mission, I mean.”

“Nah…” He smiled and ran his hands through his tousled hair. “Besides, it was worth it.”

Raven blinked, eyes questioning as she watched him readjust himself. “What?”

“Worth it… every mean word and punishment from the League is totally worth spending time with you.” He walked over to her and curled his hand under her chin, bringing her lips up to his own. He gave her another taste of his dark, drugging kisses before pulling away with another smile. “You’re the most fun I’ve had in a while, Little Bird… and we didn’t even take our clothes off.”

She gulped.

“Here, this is my personal number.” Jason touched the back of his cellphone with her own, until they both heard the familiar notification sound. “If you’re interested in talking or… maybe just hanging out? Let me know.” He ran his thumb over her lips before pulling away. “I have few days off after this… just in case you’d like to see me outside the bedroom..”

Did she?

Her eyes flicked to the discarded copy of Crime and Punishment.

She did.

Raven noded slowly, watching with silence as he walked out of the room with a small wave, his eyes bright. Silence wrapped around her and she felt her emotions spiral out of control as she tried to hold onto her breath and sanity for just a few minutes at least. It should be absolutely illegal to make a woman feel like this. Letting her heart calm down just a little, she looked down at her phone with a strange feeling.

Jason Todd.

What the hell, she just got herself into..

#robrae #dickrae #jayrae #teen titans #raven roth #raven teen titans #smut #dick grayson #robin #smut prompts #shameless smut #teen titans smut #jason todd #jason todd x raven #jason todd x rachel roth

[fatalezr]

Lisa in...Rats in a Sewer

Lisa slowed the dinghy she was riding in as it entered the sewer system from the sea. Her nose was already twitching from the foul smells and she pulled her gas mask over her face. She was dressed in a skin tight wetsuit that even covered her hands and toes to ensure none of her would be exposed to the harsh environment. She had packed a suppressed Sig-Sauer P250 into a holster strapped to her thigh while over her back was a suppressed BCM rifle complete with an enhanced scope if she needed it.

Her intel had told her that she would have six targets, all located within a control room in the sewers. The gang had recently pulled off an audacious heist at a diamond jewellers and had gone to ground but not before her agency's intelligence arm had been able to determine the rough area the gang were hiding. A quick exchange between the company and the agency had led to Lisa being dispatched to execute the mission.

She guided the dinghy using a paddle along the rivers of filth until she felt she was close enough to where she needed to be. Silence and discretion would be the name of the game. The sewer had turned dark and her all-black suit would keep her relatively camouflaged. Her mask had night vision goggles that she could pull down over her eyes and activate and she did this now, making sure that her breathing was controlled. She found a space on the side of the sewer to park the small boat and she got out of it to go the last part of her journey on the concrete path that adorned the side of the sewer.

There were the occasional bursts of light from loose manhole covers far above them. Lisa counted them - they could be useful for finding her way back to her position if needs be. She moved with cat-like stealth around the walls, constantly alert to whatever might be around her. The goggles gave the world a bright green hue but helped her identify a small alcove to take cover in. She snuck into it as she heard a whistling sound and turned off her goggles.

She peered around the corner to see a man walking towards her position with a mask on and carrying a torch in one hand and a handgun in the other. It would be the first of her targets. She slowly unholstered the Sig-Sauer from her thigh holster and kept as still as possible.

The man passed by the alcove and Lisa made her move. She put her gloved hand over his mouth at the same time as the other brought the pistol into his back. Pfff-pfff. She squeezed off two subsonic rounds that could hardly be heard and felt the man go limp. She quickly reached down and caught the gun and lamp before they dropped to the floor before pulling his body into the alcove she had been standing in. Pfff. She gave another shot into the man's head.

There was still no noise from around them. Lisa smiled to herself. This could be a fun workout. The criminals were OK enough but they would not be a match for her preparation and skill. She moved on, keeping the Sig-Sauer pointed ahead of her and ready to strike, edging along the paved side. The next corner plunged her into total blackness but a quick flick of her night vision goggles illuminated it all for her.

She carried on and at the next corner glanced round to see her next target. The man was sitting and looked to be sleeping, a gun underneath a chair he was perched on. By his side were some concrete stairs that led up to an iron door marked 'control room'. He was wearing a mask to protect him from the smell but Lisa could see his eyes were shut. She kept her gun trained on him as she walked towards the man, the huge suppressor that sat on the front glowing green in her goggles.

As she approached, her nipples grew hard in anticipation. She snuck right up to the sleeping man and placed the end of the suppressor a mere milimetre from his temple. Pfff. She blew him away with a quick shot and he simply slumped back further in the chair, almost the same as before but now with half of his brains to his side. Lisa bit her lip. This was getting fun.

The control room looked likely to be where the others could be hiding. She walked quietly up the concrete steps towards the door of the room and turned off her night vision goggles so she could see inside the room through a small glass opening. The other four men were inside a concrete chamber with electrical equipment and pipes. They were in a collection of black shirts and jackets and there was a table at one end of the room where one man sat looking at the diamonds and other jewels that had been taken, examining each one meticulously.

Lisa studied the men. Aside from the one who was looking at the diamonds, the rest all carried machine guns in their hands. They looked to be hardened compared to the men she had already killed and she planned a new way of attack. She saw that by the door was a control box and opened it. There were wires that showed it was an electrical box and one that she guessed would control the lights in the room.

She holstered her pistol and swung the suppressed BCM rifle of her shoulder, setting it to fire three-shot bursts. She knew she would have to be quick and accurate and readied herself.

Lisa flicked the switch on the electrical box and she heard shouts inside the room as it turned to darkness. At the same time, she slowly opened the door and switched on her night vision goggles. The men were calling out, twisting on the spot and trying to understand what had happened. She supported the BCM by the foregrip with the stock of the gun in her shoulder and her right hand by the trigger like a professional. There was a man directly in front of her and she slipped in front of him, aiming her rifle at his heart. Tik-tik-tik. The darkness of the room was temporarily lit by the burst from her weapon and the man cried out in pain.

She did not stop moving, circling around the next man who had turned in the direction of the cries. Again, she aimed at the centre of his chest. Tik-tik-tik. Another burst from her weapon sent him down and she was on to the next man with a gun. "What the fuck!" he shouted and Lisa could tell her had no idea where she was in the darkness. She stood in front of him and shot him tik-tik-tik, the bright flashes of the gun all she could see for a brief second.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck" the final man in the room who had been examining the jewels was saying, no doubt fearing this invisible assassin. Lisa saw him frozen to the chair in fear and then another electrical box on the wall near her. She flicked the lights on again and turned her night vision off.

"Oh shit!" the man said and Lisa knew he was looking at the tight wetsuit on her body and the gas mask that made her look like a terrifying sight. She pointed her BCM rifle towards him.

"Jewels and diamonds in the bag again. Now" she said authoritatively.

"I will, I will, just please, please don't kill me!" the man begged.

"Do it now," Lisa said with no emotion, keeping the gun on him. The man panicked and hastily gathered the jewelry he had examined into a cloth bag in which others were sitting as quickly as possible, his hands shaking.

The moment he had put the last diamond in the bag Lisa's hand curved around the trigger again. Tik-tik-tik. Another three shot burst killed him instantly. She set the rifle to single-shot fire and added one more to his head -tik- before going around the room and doing the same to the rest of the men, tik, tik, tik.

She attached the bag to her waist and kept her rifle high as she exited via the way she had come in. She moved swiftly to her dinghy again and paddled it out of the sewer before switching on its small motor.

Outside, she pulled off her gas mask and the hood of her wetsuit and shook her hair free. She felt the wind in it and breathed in the pleasant outside air. Her work for the evening was almost done. She would drop off the bag of jewels with a contact and then head to a boat she had moored nearby. Her wetsuit would come off and she could finally give herself the pleasure that the kills had built the desire for inside her. After all, she reasoned, all the best professionals got to celebrate their successes!

#lisa #hitwoman #killer woman #female assassin #femme fatale #story #silencerhitwoman #silencer hitwoman

[twstinginthewind]

🫂Okay I lied with before... I still would als love for Carol to give Punch a hug but only if you wanna write it... sorry I am addicted to their dynamic. XD

((Can't help it, there were so many good options! Hehe))

The campus library was never truly silent. Muffled whispered conversations mingled with the creak of the aged wooden furniture, the crackle of the magical lamps, the rustle of paper and scratching of pens. It was just the right level of non-silence for Punch to concentrate on his research assignment. The tall freshman had several books open in front of him on the table as he swiftly wrote notes into his notebook, sometimes pausing to read a passage to himself or turn a page.

He was so wrapped up in his work, he didn't even notice when Carol came up behind him, and didn't look up until she placed a flask on the table in front of him. "Twisted Wonderland to Punch. Are you there, hon?"

He blinked, and it took a moment for him to register what happened. "Wha—? Oh. OH! Hi Carol!" He went from vacant to attentive in the blink of an eye. "I'm sorry; I'm doing a project for Trein's class." He gave her a smile. "How'd you find me so quickly?"

"I stopped by your dorm, first," she said, pulling a chair up next to him. "And Ortho let me know where you were. He even told me what library section to check in." She giggled. "I brought you some lemon-honey tea, by the way. Thought it might help."

"It really will," he said gratefully. "I didn't realize last century's magical advancements were so dry. It's killing me!" He picked up the flask, started to unscrew the top, and paused. "Maybe I ought to do this away from the books. I don't wanna get in trouble for soaking them with tea."

"I'll keep an eye on your things." Carol leaned on the table, and smiled at Punch as he brought the tea away from the table and shelves to take a sip of the warm drink. She picked up a pencil, and twiddled it between her fingers thoughtfully. It looked like he had an awful lot of work yet to do on this assignment. She wanted to spend time with him, but also knew how important his studies were to him. And the pencil went round and round as she thought.

As Punch returned to his table, full of tea and good feelings, Carol got to her feet. "Hope it was good! I see you have a lot left on your plate here, so I'll head out for now." She held out her arms, and Punch stepped into her embrace. She gently rubbed his back. "Don't work too hard," she whispered, as he leaned his head against the top of hers.

"Thanks again," he murmured, reluctantly letting her go. "I'll text you when I'm done, okay?"

"Sounds good. Did you finish the tea?"

"Yeah. It was really tasty." He held out the empty flask. "Thank you again. For the tea and the company."

"My pleasure, always," Carol said as she took her tea flask back. "I'll be waiting for your message, Punch."

Punch stood and watched her as she made her way back to the library entrance, then sat back down with a sigh. He picked up his pen to continue the notes on his research, and noticed something written on the notebook page.

Study hard! ❤️ I'm so proud of you.

Love, Carol

#twisted wonderland oc #punch carder #friend's oc #carol ann #punch ❤️ carol #story

[lazywriterkylie]

I'm committing to a writing challenge for this month! It was given by @the.plottery on Instagram, and it's got some amazing prompts that I'm excited to fulfill in order to improve my skills and freshen up my attention span lol.

So here is my piece for day 1's prompt:

Write a short story that tackles a conversation between two characters in a hospital waiting room.

It's a scene from an idea that popped into my head that I forgot about years ago. So here ya go.

START

“What if he wakes up?”

Sable crossed her arms and sighed, chewing her cheek and looking pissed,“... I haven’t decided…” 

“Will you try to talk to him?” 

“Maybe… Yes... No.. I don’t know.”

    She let out a frustrated growl and dropped into the hospital seat behind her, burying her face in her hands.

     Lilith sat tentatively in a chair beside her sulking classmate, placing a bandaged hand on Sable’s  shoulder. She gave the girl a ginger pat, brushing strands of blonde hair aside which fell loosely down around her face. Lilith shifted, unsure what to say. She opened her mouth to speak a few times, but eventually just gave up and sat in dull silence. The waiting room was dimly lit with bulbous lamps and a light from the hall that lead back to the offices, casting violent lines of light through the shadowy room. They were alone, and Lillith felt that familiar feeling of misplacement creep into her mind. She felt like an alien sitting here by Sable Gardner. 

Lilith suddenly realized how tired she was. It was nearly three in the morning. She had been brutally beaten, thrown off a building, held at gunpoint,  and now she was sitting in a stark hospital with someone from what felt like a completely different world. She eyed the girl casually, trying to piece together what she was feeling, but came up blank. Like the bland and abstract paintings that hung in bunches around the tacky little room, Lilith realized she had no idea what to make of her situation or her sudden company. Who even was this girl? Where should Lillith draw the line in her mind between head cheer-leader savage rogue? And what did that make herself? What would Beth have to say if she saw the two of them sitting together? 

 Her brain felt muddy. When had all of these changes taken place? 

She could only imagine what was going through Sable’s mind right now…

She swallowed hard, “we… we’re going to be okay, Sable.”

“How do you know?” she snapped back, raising her head and pushing away the hand of comfort, “you don’t know anything smart girl. That much is obvious from what you did today.” 

 Lilith jumped at the outburst and withdrew, studying the layers of panic and anger in Sable’s puffy bruised eyes. A shock of red from a broken vessel leaked from the corner of her left eye where Danny had punched her, making her intense gray irises look even more unnerving than usual. Lilith didn’t like eye contact to begin with, especially not with Sable, and under this withering gaze she felt herself shrink. She cast her eyes to the linoleum floor and studied the white speckled tiles as hot blood flushed her cheeks and ears. 

“He saw us Lillith,” Sable said, still fixing her with a look dripping in condescension, “If he wakes up, we might not walk out of this without another fight. We might not ever see our families again. We’re not just going to be ‘Okay, we quite possibly could die”.

Lillie shrugged and and with a sideways glance muttered, 

“I don’t know, I don’t think we are going to die… that sounds pretty dramatic… I mean, we didn’t do anything wrong! We were just protecting ourselves and everyone else. Danny-”

“Danny is registered.” Sable rolled her bloodied eyes so violently that Lillith cringed. 

“So? He was the one who attacked.” 

“SO,” Sable sat up and rounded on Lillith like a cat about to pounce, “So even if we can convince everyone that Danny was the one who attacked and not us, which is unlikely since he is already on the register, we are still going to get put on blast for not being legal which already is a huge blow to our credibility. Besides,” 

Sable seemed to deflate, and the aggression gave way to what Lillith could only guess was sheer exhaustion. 

“Besides?” she prompted. 

“Forget about it,” sable pulled the hood to her white hoodie over her head and leaned back, crossing her arms, “It doen’t matter. You will be fine. They will take one look at my record… at your record, and think I dragged you into this. Made you do it. Maybe even threatened you.” 

“But you didn’t” 

“Doesn’t matter. Danny’s dad is a big shot attorney and there was no footage to prove we were not involved in the threat.” 

Suddenly a thought came to Lillith’s mind so abruptly that she had to physically shake her head to get it to settle. 

“Oh my gosh… Sable, were you involved in that homicide last summer?” 

“What?” 

“Why else would your record incriminate you?” 

Sable sighed and closed her eyes, “according to police reports… sort of.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“I mean they know I was there but not how involved I was.” 

Involved? What did that mean? 

“... you didn’t kill those boys did you?” 

“What? Ew! Of course not! I was trying to help Jade- those guys… one of them was unregistered and I was the only other person who could help.” Sable was stuttering, and Lillith realized that she must have been choking up a bit. 

“I saw on the news that it was a murder suicide…” 

“S- sort of.” she sighed again and shook her head, squeezing her purpled eyes shut. 

“It’s okay, you don’t have to talk about it,” Lilith placated, “I was just curious.” 

Sable cracked her eyes open and studied her with a furrowed brow. 

“How long have you had your powers?’

“Oh,” now it was LIllith’s turn to sputter, “ oh, you know… a little while.” 

“You hit that guy really hard,” Sable said with a small grin, and Lillith felt her mind go blank. 

“Huh?” 

“That big blonde dude. The one practically holding Danny’s hand the whole time. You sent him flying. I’m surprised you didn’t kill him on impact.” 

“Oh, that,” Lillith shrugged and looked away, anywhere but at the smirking cheerleader next to her, “I was just trying to get him to put his gun away. He was freaking me out.” 

“You were freaked out? Was this before or after I watched you get pitched over the side of a skyscraper and jump back up to the top like nothing happened? 

Lillith chuckled nervously, “Probably after.”

“Uh huh,” Sable nodded, mouth open as she looked Lilith over, “And you said you only got powers a little while ago? How long is a little while?” 

“Not very long… are you using your powers now?” Lillith asked back, suddenly hyper aware of everything she had said. 

“Sort of.” Sable leaned closer and squinted.

 “You’re lying.” 

Lillith stood up and walked a few paces back and forth, “How long have you had yours?” 

Sable’s smirk became a huge grin, “I woke up on my thirteenth birthday and knew immediately that I was different.” 

“So almost four years?’

“Yep.” 

Lillith nodded. Why hadn’t Sable registered three years ago? Legally, there was a six month grace period after you manifest powers, during which you must register yourself as an abilitied-human or face repercussions or fines. Registering didn’t cost anything, and it was pretty easy… 

“Ten years.” 

Sable stood up in shock, “Ten years!?” 

“Yeah.” Lillith felt a chill. She hadn’t told anyone that, why Sable? The confession slipped out almost on its own. Was this the work of Sable’s power? Or had something within LIllith finally decided to break and share. 

“You’ve had super strength for ten years? Since you were six?” 

Lillith nodded. 

“How?! How did nobody notice? And more importantly,” Sable strode forward and gave Lillith’s shoulder a little shove, which sent her stumbling, “Why were you not on any sports teams? Hello? You could have been an all-star! Volleyball could have really used you last season you know.” 

Lillith rubbed her arm where Sable shoved her and shrugged, rocking back and forth on her toes, squishing the fabric of her ratty old tennisshoes, “I didn’t want to draw attention to it I guess… I just want to look normal.” 

Sable stared at her for a few tense moments, shaking her head slowly. Finally she turned her head and looked at the illuminated hallway that lead to the hospital room where Danny lay comatose, a ticking time bomb. 

“When he wakes up, he’s going to out us to anyone who will Listen.” Sable said, returning to her solemnity. Lillith was finding it so hard to keep up with the constant shifts in mood. How exhausting it must be, she thought, to be Sabel. 

Suddenly an idea popped into her head and she began patting the pockets of her jeans before remembering her cellphone was probably shattered in the street back at the club. 

“Do you still have your phone?” she asked. 

“Yah why?” Sable was already holding it out when Lillith took it. 

“Because I might know the perfect person to fix our problem.” 

She took Sable’s unlocked phone and punched a number into the text recipients and mumbled a little prayer under her breath that Leap wasn’t asleep or tucked away, resting in some pocket dimension without cell towers. 

#the.plottery #writing challenge #writing #writing prompt #writers on tumblr

[noro-noro-noro]

ooh i almost forgot. here's what happened in my dream

this part was kind of vague? it was like, what if everybody just lived in HUGE hamster tunnels. like they built a suburb in a dark blue semi-transparent hamster tunnel, & outside of the tunnel there were like pink and purple club lights. but there was also a fake sun heat lamp. anyway that was just the setting. mostly what happened here was that i was sitting on a chair someone was giving away FREE side of the road type thing looking at people buying stuff from my dad's yardsale, & some kids were showing me their new pokemon cards so i was showing them my old ones. the lighting was really weird.

somewhat similar lighting, but more sedate. kind of like if you were at a really classy club &/or hotel &/or resort? dark blue, with magenta & then warmer lighting in the eating areas. anyway at this point i was like 3rd person spectating thistle dungeon meshi, but only in appearance. anyway first he was in a crowded asian-market type area. he was spying for the other side? (otherside of what? i don't know) but some HUGE boobs woman that looked like she walked right out of horny anime art somehow heard him muttering or maybe even pulled this information right out of hs head, so she made sure to loudly talk about plans (idk if real or fake) & then invited thistle to the swanky hotel? thing. idk the vibe was really weird. i don't know if it was a very expensive brothel that also did food & regular sleeping quarters or just a hotel with a lot of amenities that it was common to go have sex at. also you had to wear like this semi-sheer bluish purple robes. and no clothes underneath. which added to it. anyway they got dinner. thsitle was first very focused on his goal of information but after some time the good company & the drinks & the food were wearing him down, so he went to the bathroom to clear his head & then saw something weird out the "window" (it opened to a large central square area, fully enclosed by the rest of the hotel) so he did some acrobatics ot get to the other side of the area. this was like a gym locker? or something? or maybe it was a bunch of dudes about to have an orgy. they made fun of thistle's dick size since his robe had come untied duringt he acrobatics, but he had no time for that! he was chasing down...some informant for the boobs lady? how could she betray him? he was suspicious of her but he was also soft on her... it's like,hm. like in those noir detective stories where there's the love interest for the detective but she ends up pulling a gun on him & knocking him out most of the way through the book. that kind of vibe. except it was with thistle (small) & a huge & voluptuous woman that was almost twice his height. lol idk anyway fter that:

it cut to me & some friends at a restaurant on the lower floor (normal clothes were allowed, sheer robes with nothing else weren't mandatory) but it was really expensive. i'm talking the bill was $599 for the 4 or 5 of us. there was some kind of apple pie cheesecake? that was served on a little swing. i actually wasn't close with several of the people here, but one of them had an ex that worked here, & she said she'd knock $100 off the price if she got to eat some of the apple cake. i gave her like a 1 x 2 inch chunk of my bite, but the person a t the end of the table already paid so i was like "do yuo knock this off retroactively" & she was like "we can . mhmm we're done now"

#dreams

[geniously-hacked-bebop]

A Valentine's Surprise

Pairing: Jumin Han x Reader (NSFW/18+ only/MDNI)

Warnings: cockwarming, rough sex, choking, hair pulling

AN: Happy Valentine's Day everyone! I was not planning on having anything ready for today, but somehow this happened in a sleep-deprived stupor and I'm weirdly happy with it??? Anyways, enjoy some good ol' Jumin smut!

Every year for Valentine’s Day, you and Jumin always did something special and typically pretty over the top knowing how he likes to surprise you. However, this year with the holiday landing on a Monday, a day where you both had to work, it really put a damper on any sort of concrete plans. Sure, of course you would go out on the weekend to celebrate early, but you still wanted to surprise him on that day.

After living together for several years, you have come to be very familiar with how meticulous and organized Jumin is. Everything in his own space has its spot and very rarely strays from that location, especially in his home office. A computer with a keyboard in the middle, a notepad slightly to the right of it with pens lined up next to it, a small lamp on the left corner and a pillow for Elizabeth the Third to sit right in front of the lamp. Without fail, once he got home and greeted you, he would go to his office to finish up any last minute paperwork before allowing himself to relax with the love of his life. This information made it very easy to plan every step of your Valentine’s surprise to make sure it goes exactly how you pictured it in your head.

You managed to somehow get off work earlier than he did for once and beat him home, where you immediately rinsed off the grime of the day. Robe wrapped loosely around your still damp body, you made your way over to your giant shared walk-in closet and went straight for the outfit you had been planning for this moment. A short red dress that was form fitting on the top, but had a cute little frilly skirt on it that barely covered your ass. While you were slipping this on, you heard Elizabeth run from the bed in your room into the main area, a tell-tale sign that Jumin was home from work. He called out a quick greeting before he rushed into his office, just like you knew he would. Patting down the skirt and taking a deep breath as you felt butterflies begin to fill your stomach, as if you were dressing up for a first date and not for the man you have been married to for years now, you make your way quietly to where you knew he would be sitting.

He always looked somewhat otherworldly sitting in his large leather chair behind the dark wooden desk in his office. Sometimes looking at him in this setting made you realize the position he was in and how wild it was that you had the opportunity to meet someone like him, let alone fall in love with and end up marrying. It was hard to wrap your head around how the adorable man who falls asleep on the couch while reading books about vampire lore, with his cat curled up on his chest, is also someone who is incredibly high up in his field.

He looked up briefly, running his eyes down your form and gave you a smile before turning his eyes back to his computer, “you look beautiful my darling, did you dress up like that just for me?”

You walk closer to his desk, going around the right side and placing your hands on it so you could lean closer to him, “I did! Do you like it?” you ask as you do a little spin for him, careful to make sure the skirt didn’t go up.

“Of course I do, you always look breathtaking,” he says as he takes one of your hands and kisses it, bringing a light flush to your cheeks, “I’m so sorry but I had to finish up one last thing before I could greet you properly.”

“No need to apologize, I understand! Is it alright for me to keep you company while you do that?”

He pats his desk, signaling for you to sit, “I would love nothing more,” he answers with one of his smiles he only gives you, his eyes softening with the rest of his face while he looks at you with all of the adoration in the world.

You take a look at his desk to make sure everything was how it normally was. Pens on the right, next to his notepad, exactly like you knew they would be. Putting one hand down to pretend to lift yourself onto his desk, you feint your hand slipping and “accidentally” knock one of his pens onto the floor.

“Oh! I’m so sorry honey, let me pick that up,” you say as you turn your back to him and bend over from the waist to grab the pen on the ground, feeling the short skirt ride up as you did so. You knew he saw your surprise for him when you heard his breath catch and felt his strong hands grab you by the waist to pull you onto his lap, flush against his chest.

You could feel his lips brush against your ear as you hear his deep voice come out in a breathy whisper, “no panties huh?” his hand starts running from its place on your waist, down to your inner thigh, “is this what you had planned all along?”

As soon as you nodded your head in response, his fingers expertly spread your folds and started rubbing circles around your clit slowly. “You couldn’t even let me finish my work first? That’s how needy you are for me?”

You let out a whine in response, to which he stopped his movements, “use your words and answer me princess, I know you can.”

“Yes, yes! Please Jumin,” you can hear the desperation in your voice, and moan in relief as his fingers continue what they had started before.

“There we go, that’s a good girl,” his voice sends shivers down your spine as he picks up the pace. “I do need to finish what I was working on before you decided to interrupt me though, maybe you can help me out until I’m done?”

You gulp and nod your head, he removes his hand from the mess you were beginning to make and taps your leg gently to have you stand up. Confused, you turn your head to see him unzipping his slacks and sliding them and his underwear down just enough to where his cock sprung free. You could feel the heat rising in your body at the sight. One of his hands finds its way back around your waist to pull you gently back onto his lap, while the other is wrapped around the base of his member, guiding it to slip into your warm, wet walls until he was buried to the hilt. You let out a gasp as you felt the stretch of him entering you and resting right at your most sensitive spot.

“Now stay just like that for me until I’m done, if you’re good then I might give you what you really want,” he whispers as he kisses your neck, making you squirm ever so slightly.

He gets back to his work like normal, as if your pussy wasn’t stretched around him, flexing his cock every once in a while just to make you jump so he could scold you for not holding still while he was trying to work. You could feel yourself becoming a slick mess around him, trying to follow his command, while also being even more desperate for this man to fuck you properly already.

After what seems like forever, he finally logs off of his computer, barely giving you enough time to process that he was done before he stood from his chair without warning, forcing you to find your footing quickly. Bending you over his desk with a hand at the small of your back to keep you down, he leans forward, chest pushing down against your back, pressing you further onto the desk as he gets closer to your ear.

“You were so good for me my love, now let me give you your reward,” he says, standing back upright, pulling himself from your wet heat before slamming back in, making your body lunge forward from the impact.

You can feel moans being pulled from your body and echoing throughout the room with every thrust of his hips against yours, each time his dick hitting the deepest parts of you, knowing exactly how to make you feel good. His hand runs up through your hair, grabbing it at the base and using it to pull you up, causing your back to arch as he leans your head against his chest, moving his other hand to wrap around your throat and choke you lightly as he uses it as leverage to quicken his pace.

The constant pounding of that spot deep inside you along with the slight lightheadedness that came from his hand around your neck had you hurtling towards your finish faster than you thought was possible. With a scream, you plunge over the edge, your pussy throbbing and pulsing around him, practically milking his cock as he fucks you through your orgasm. With how wet and tight you were, he was soon to follow, hips stuttering and filling you to the brim as he came deep inside you with a deep groan of his own.

He pulls his softening cock from your walls and turns you around to face him, pulling you into a deep, heated kiss, holding you flush against him.

You pull away, resting your forehead against his, “Happy Valentine’s Day Jumin,” you say, letting out a soft giggle.

“Happy Valentine’s Day my love,” he smiles back at you before moving to sweep you up into a bridal carry, kicking his pants off from around his ankles. His soft smile turns into a smirk as he goes to walk you both towards the bedroom, “but don’t think I’m done with you just yet.”

#this was just supposed to be fluff #idk what happened LMAO #mystic messenger #jumin han #jumin #mm jumin #jumin x reader #valentines day #jumin x mc #jumin x cmc #han jumin #jumin fluff #jumin smut

[munsons-maiden]

Okay but you know how Loki loves to talk with their hands, imagine tying them down and how speechless they would be. Just subLoki, I need this

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥

I really like the way you're thinking, nonnie 😁 I intended to turn this into a little drabble and ended up writing a whole oneshot because I got really inspired 😍😁 Thank you so much for the ask, darling!! 🖤

Because you used they/them pronouns for Loki and I usually use he/him pronouns, I wrote 2 versions of this so everybody can pick the pronouns for Loki they want to, I hope that's okay 🥰

I hope you enjoy! - Love, Kiki

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | Loki x gender neutral reader (established relationship)     

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | Loki loves to be in control - but it looks like the trickster has just as much fun when you take it (established relationship between TVA!reader and Loki).

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 | smut, sub!Loki, dom!reader

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 2.5 k  

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 |   pure, shameless SMUT (SO ONLY READ IF YOU’RE 18+ YEARS OLD!!) oral (m receiving), handjob (m receiving), slight bondage, sub!Loki, english isn’t my first language so sorry for any mistakes

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ♡  

𝐀𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝   🖤

VERSION WITH HE/HIS PRONOUNS FOR LOKI:

The lamp on your desk was the only one still burning in the TVA archive, a lonely glow illuminating the never-ending rows of shelves full of files like looming, unmoving guards all around you. Every other analyst had left for their bed hours ago, but you didn’t mind the solitude, the heavy silence which had wrapped around you like a cozy blanket – but you could feel your limbs grow heavy as you sifted through the pages, and your eyes blurred with tiredness as they scanned the file in front of you. Just this one last file, and you’d call it a day, too, you promised yourself and stifled another yawn.

But the hazy veil of drowsiness was ripped from you as a pair of hands gently settled on your shoulders, before they slowly roamed down your sides, and you gave a small squeak of surprise and swivelled around in your chair.

“Loki!” Your hand shot up to your chest to press over your thundering heartbeat – thundering not only because of the jump-scare, but because it always did that when you laid eyes on the trickster.

“I thought you might miss me”, he drawled, and the devious smirk playing on his lips unleashed a swarm of butterflies in your belly.

“You give yourself a lot of credit”, you quipped with a smirk of your own, but the twinkle in his stunning blue eyes, dark in the dim light of the desk lamp behind you, told you that he knew exactly that, yes, you’d missed him today. He’d been on a mission with Mobius instead of keeping you company in sifting through the stacks of files still piled atop the desk, and he didn’t need to read your mind to know that you’d been waiting for him here.

“Only because you do”, he winked, before he placed his hands on the tabletop on both your sides to effectively corner you against the desk, and locked his lips on yours. As if on their own accord, your hands shot up to play with his raven curls at the nape of his neck, and a contented sigh left your lips as you relished the sensation of his hungry kisses, telling you that he, too, had spent the whole day missing you, and you couldn’t suppress the small smile blooming on your lips as they moved against his.

With a flourish, Loki’s hands had grabbed your butt to lift you out of the chair and onto the tabletop of the wooden desk, positioning himself between your legs and sending files flying in all directions around you like a swarm of scared birds, rustling like leaves in the wind while they fluttered to the ground. Neither of you cared. Both of you were already far too lost in the sensation of the kisses which grew more heated by the second, but when Loki’s tongue delved into your mouth to taste you and his hand left their place on your hips to start to undo your pants, you pulled away from the kiss, both of your heavy panting the only sound disrupting the silence of the vast space.

“What if we get caught?”, you whispered, and Loki let his gaze wander over the emptiness of the dimly lit archive with a small frown, before he grinned. “By whom, exactly?”

“Miss Minutes”, you scowled with a slight shudder.

Loki laughed. “Have I been cockblocked by a talking clock?”

You grinned up at him, marvelling at his dishevelled hair and the flush in his pale cheeks, and replied, “Not necessarily.”

He raised a single eyebrow, waiting for you to continue as another thought took root in your lust-addled mind. A few minutes of kissing, and you’d already turned putty in the trickster god’s skilled hands. Just like every time. You felt your smile fuse into a mischievous smirk mirroring Loki’s, and with a suggestive glance, you brought your mouth to his ear. Your lips grazed his earlobe, and you enjoyed the pleasant shudder which ran through him at the delicate touch while you whispered, “How come that you’re always the one in control, my love?”

Loki chuckled darkly, tilting his head slightly to grant you more access to the sensitive skin below his ear, while he replied with a low rasp, “That’s because you love to hand it to me, darling.”

The last word was drawn into a low moan as your lips connected with the skin above his quickened pulse, and you let your teeth gently graze over the spot, relishing the soft noises it summoned from Loki’s lips, the way his grip on your waist tightened and his black hair tickled your cheek. You let your hands travel upwards to the tie on his dress shirt’s collar, and grabbed the soft fabric to pull him even closer with it.

“Maybe I don’t want to give away control today”, you murmured against his pulse point before you continued to attack the column of Loki’s neck with lingering, hot kisses, and you could already feel his clothed erection pressing against the inside of your thigh. He groaned as you sucked at the skin above his racing pulse, and with a quick movement, you wrapped his tie around your hand and pushed against him, switching positions so it was Loki pressed against the wooden desk now by your own body, and a surprised little huff escaped his throat at the sudden change.

“Bet you didn’t see that coming,” you purred, and busied yourself with the knot of his tie as your mouth wandered back to his, and the two of you continued the greedy kisses, teeth clashing and tongues swirling around each other, while Loki’s hands settled on your waist once more to pull you flush against him, just as the knot holding the tie in place loosened beneath your fingertips and you pulled it from his collar with a swift movement.

“What are you doing?”, Loki murmured against the kiss.

“Taking control.”

You moaned at the feeling of his bulge pressing against your crotch and a scorching bolt of pleasure shot through your nerves, the sparks of Loki’s kisses and touches setting them on fire one by one until you felt as if you might burn up with desire for him. Of course, he noticed, and you could feel his devilish smirk against your lips when he repeated the motion, this time slower, rolling his hips against yours to draw another whimper from you.

But your hands roved down to his, and before Loki, in his own arousal-clouded mind, could realize what you were doing, the soft tie was already bound around his wrists, tying them together; gentle enough not to hurt him, but tight enough for him not to use them any longer, and he pulled away from the kiss with a mix of confusion and excitement painted on his handsome features.

“I told you I was taking control”, you crooned with a little shrug, and his answering grin turned your legs weak with want as you held his gaze and let your hands wander up to the collar of his TVA dress shirt. He looked really good in it. He would look even better without it.

“You always love to use your hands when you talk”, you husked, inching closer until the tip of your nose was brushing against Loki’s, and your lips hovered inches from his, anticipation sizzling in the air between the two of you, “So I wonder how you’d like to have them tied for once.”

He didn’t have a chance for a witty comeback before you kissed him once more and worked on the process of undoing the row of buttons on his dress shirt. When the last one was loosened, you pushed the offending fabric away, sending it to the tabletop behind Loki with a low swishing sound of the thin fabric. Loki’s breath hitched and he shuddered beneath you when you guided his tied hands above his head and began to let your palms roam over his bare chest to explore every inch of his bare skin, feeling the rapid rise and fall of his chest with every ragged breath he took, every sharp inhale with the sensation of your fingertips caressing his exposed skin. The dim glow of the desk lamp painted soft shadows over his ribcage, the sinuous curve of his muscles that coiled and flexed with every breath filling his lungs, and you could have spent the rest of the night marvelling his beauty – hadn’t your own arousal been licking at your nerves like hungry flames waiting to be stoked into a fire. The noises which tumbled from Loki’s lips to fill the silence of the archive did nothing to quench it.

You traced these shadows painted on his pale skin by the dim lamplight with your fingertips, following their patterns with the tips of your fingers, watching how the sensations made Loki quiver while he drew in sharp breaths whenever your fingertips connected with his skin. Watching how Loki turned into a writhing mess beneath you, the mesmerizing blue of his eyes nearly fully eclipsed by his lust-blown pupils as he intently watched your every movement, the anticipation in his smirk, as he was, for once, rendered speechless underneath your touches, made you feel like a deity yourself. The low moans Loki uttered grew louder when you palmed his hardened length through the fabric of his dark pants, his hips bucking up to meet your touch, before you splayed your palms on his chest and pushed him further backwards onto the tabletop, and the remaining files scattered on the wood rustled beneath him as he complied your silent command and leaned back until his spine met the top of the desk. Left to your control with his hands bound by his tie and resting above his head, and you standing between his legs. Oh, how the scales of power had shifted so deliciously in your favour.

“I really like it when you give up control, Loki”, you husked, and placed a wet line of slow kisses down his chest, relishing how he arched into the touch of your lips on his exposed skin, the groans tumbling from his kiss-swollen lips. “But even more”, you continued to drawl, each word accompanied by another lingering kiss as you moved your lips downwards to the hem of his pants, “I love it when you lose control.”

With that, your hands found the buckle of his belt, resuming the languid kisses while first the belt and finally the button of his pants came loose beneath your fingertips and you freed his impressive length from the fabric’s constraints, hot and throbbing in your palm.

“Are you planning on letting actions follow your enticing words?”, Loki teased, and his voice, low and hoarse with desire, fuelled the flames already burning white-hot in your core. But you restrained yourself – at least for now.

For now, you wanted to see him come undone beneath you, with his luscious midnight curls fanned around his head on the wooden desk like spilled ink, and the loveliest moans spilling from his lips at the bliss you made him feel.

“That depends on how cocky you decide to be”, you quipped with a wink, and he chuckled darkly – a chuckle broken by a wanton moan when your hands finally wrapped around his hardened length and you lowered yourself to brush your tongue over his shaft, watching his lips part for another groan and his hips bucking up at the feeling of your tongue swirling around his tip as you kept teasing him. It was a lovely sight, how he was sprawled beneath you with his hands tied and utterly at your mercy, and you savoured every second of it. Your lips wrapped around him, and you could see how he bit back another moan with every slow, languid swirl of your hot tongue around his throbbing length.

“Norns, stop teasing”, Loki growled– or, rather, pleaded – through gritted teeth and his back arched, before you pulled away and he uttered a frustrated growl which only widened your grin.

“Who would have thought giving up control would make you so desperate”, you drawled, and climbed onto the tabletop to straddle him. Your fingers wrapped around his cock while your eyes stayed on his and you began to stroke him – slowly, tantalizingly slowly, watching how eagerly he rolled his hips and his lips parted to let out another string of groans. You shifted closer, hovering above him while you continued to pump your hand in slow, measured strokes while you kept watching every movement of his body, every expression flaring in his eyes before his eyelids fluttered close again with the pleasure you were bestowing on him, and the loveliest, breathless whines were stolen from his lips as you quickened the pace. It took all of your self-control not to get rid of your own clothes and just jump him right then and there, with the need for him burning through you like a force of its own, but you wanted to concentrate on him, watch him pant and lose control, knowing you were the one pleasuring him like this, the one able to turn him into a panting mess beneath your hands like he so often did for you.

“I wish you could see yourself right now”, you husked, and reached out to bury your free hand in his raven strands, grabbing a fistful of them. You knew how much Loki loved it when you played with his hair, and the sinful sound he uttered in response made your own breath hitch in your throat with the sheer desire for him it instilled in you, and you quickened the pace of your hand in time with the languid movement of his hips, his faltering breath telling you he was close already. “How lovely you look when you’re losing control, Loki”, you half-teased, half-moaned, and with your name falling from the god’s lips in a cry, you felt him come undone beneath you, toppling over the edge of his climax, his hot seed spilling over your hand as you helped him ride out his high. For a few heartbeats, he just stayed there, beneath you on the desk, flushed and flustered and breathing heavily, before he uttered a shaky sigh of relief, and his eyes flew open to lock on you, still hovering above him with a devilish grin.

“Like what you see?”, Loki drawled. Instead of a reply, you slowly raised your hand to your lips, and your tongue darted out to lick the droplets of his cum from your index finger while your gaze never strayed from his, and his eyes widened at the promise in your gaze just as your grin did. Slowly, you leaned down to whisper in his ear, “I hope you’re not spent so soon already, Loki. I’m not done with you yet.”

VERSION WITH THEY/THEM PRONOUNS FOR LOKI

The lamp on your desk was the only one still burning in the TVA archive, a lonely glow illuminating the never-ending rows of shelves full of files like looming, unmoving guards all around you. Every other analyst had left for their bed hours ago, but you didn’t mind the solitude, the heavy silence which had wrapped around you like a cozy blanket – but you could feel your limbs grow heavy as you sifted through the pages, and your eyes blurred with tiredness as they scanned the file in front of you. Just this one last file, and you’d call it a day, too, you promised yourself and stifled another yawn.

But the hazy veil of drowsiness was ripped from you as a pair of hands gently settled on your shoulders, before they slowly roamed down your sides, and you gave a small squeak of surprise and swivelled around in your chair.

“Loki!” Your hand shot up to your chest to press over your thundering heartbeat – thundering not only because of the jump-scare, but because it always did that when you laid eyes on the trickster.

“I thought you might miss me”, they drawled, and the devious smirk playing on their lips unleashed a swarm of butterflies in your belly.

“You give yourself a lot of credit”, you quipped with a smirk of your own, but the twinkle in their stunning blue eyes, dark in the dim light of the desk lamp behind you, told you that they knew exactly that, yes, you’d missed them today. They’d been on a mission with Mobius instead of keeping you company in sifting through the stacks of files still piled atop the desk, and Loki didn’t need to read your mind to know that you’d been waiting for them here.

“Only because you do”, the trickster winked, before they placed their hands on the tabletop on both your sides to effectively corner you against the desk, and locked their lips on yours. As if on their own accord, your hands shot up to play with their raven curls at the nape of their neck, and a contented sigh left your lips as you relished the sensation of Loki’s hungry kisses, telling you that they, too, had spent the whole day missing you, and you couldn’t suppress the small smile blooming on your lips as they moved against theirs.

With a flourish, Loki’s hands had grabbed your butt to lift you out of the chair and onto the tabletop of the wooden desk, positioning themself between your legs and sending files flying in all directions around you like a swarm of scared birds, rustling like leaves in the wind while they fluttered to the ground. Neither of you cared. Both of you were already far too lost in the sensation of the kisses which grew more heated by the second, but when Loki’s tongue delved into your mouth to taste you and their hands left their place on your hips to start to undo your pants, you pulled away from the kiss, both of your heavy panting the only sound disrupting the silence of the vast space.

“What if we get caught?”, you whispered, and Loki let their gaze wander over the emptiness of the dimly lit archive with a small frown, before they grinned. “By whom, exactly?”

“Miss Minutes”, you scowled with a slight shudder.

Loki laughed. “Have I been cockblocked by a talking clock?”

You grinned up at them, marvelling at their dishevelled hair and the flush in their pale cheeks, and replied, “Not necessarily.”

The trickster raised a single eyebrow, waiting for you to continue as another thought took root in your lust-addled mind. A few minutes of kissing, and you’d already turned putty in the trickster god’s skilled hands. Just like every time. You felt your smile fuse into a mischievous smirk mirroring Loki’s, and with a suggestive glance, you brought your mouth to their ear. Your lips grazed their earlobe, and you enjoyed the pleasant shudder which ran through them at the delicate touch while you whispered, “How come that you’re always the one in control, my love?”

Loki chuckled darkly, tilting their head slightly to grant you more access to the sensitive skin below their ear, while he replied with a low rasp, “That’s because you love to hand it to me, darling.”

The last word was drawn into a low moan as your lips connected with the skin above Loki’s quickened pulse, and you let your teeth gently graze over the spot, relishing the soft noises it summoned from Loki’s lips, the way their grip on your waist tightened and their black hair tickled your cheek. You let your hands travel upwards to the tie on their dress shirt’s collar and grabbed the soft fabric to pull them even closer with it.

“Maybe I don’t want to give away control today”, you murmured against their pulse point before you continued to attack the column of Loki’s neck with lingering, hot kisses, and you could already feel their clothed erection pressing against the inside of your thigh. The god groaned as you sucked at the skin above their racing pulse, and with a quick movement, you wrapped their tie around your hand and pushed against them, switching positions so it was Loki pressed against the wooden desk now by your own body, and a surprised little huff escaped their throat at the sudden change.

“Bet you didn’t see that coming,” you purred, and busied yourself with the knot of their tie as your mouth wandered back to theirs, and the two of you continued the greedy kisses, teeth clashing and tongues swirling around each other, while Loki’s hands settled on your waist once more to pull you flush against them, just as the knot holding the tie in place loosened beneath your fingertips and you pulled it from their collar with a swift movement.

“What are you doing?”, Loki murmured against the kiss.

“Taking control.”

You moaned at the feeling of their bulge pressing against your crotch and a scorching bolt of pleasure shot through your nerves, the sparks of Loki’s kisses and touches setting them on fire one by one until you felt as if you might burn up with desire for them. Of course, they noticed, and you could feel Loki’s devilish smirk against your lips when they repeated the motion, this time slower, rolling their hips against yours to draw another whimper from you.

But your hands roved down to theirs, and before Loki, in their own arousal-clouded mind, could realize what you were doing, the soft tie was already bound around the god’s wrists, tying them together; gentle enough not to hurt them, but tight enough for them not to use them any longer, and they pulled away from the kiss with a mix of confusion and excitement painted on their handsome features.

“I told you I was taking control”, you crooned with a little shrug, and the trickster’s answering grin turned your legs weak with want as you held their gaze and let your hands wander up to the collar of their TVA dress shirt. They looked really good in it. They would look even better without it.

“You always love to use your hands when you talk”, you husked, inching closer until the tip of your nose was brushing against Loki’s, and your lips hovered inches from theirs, anticipation sizzling in the air between the two of you, “So I wonder how you’d like to have them tied for once.”

They didn’t have a chance for a witty comeback before you kissed them once more and worked on the process of undoing the row of buttons on their dress shirt. When the last one was loosened, you pushed the offending fabric away, sending it to the tabletop behind Loki with a low swishing sound of the thin fabric. Loki’s breath hitched and they shuddered beneath you when you guided their tied hands above their head and began to let your palms roam over their bare chest to explore every inch of bare skin, feeling the rapid rise and fall of the god’s chest with every ragged breath they took, every sharp inhale with the sensation of your fingertips caressing their exposed skin. The dim glow of the desk lamp painted soft shadows over their ribcage, the sinuous curve of their muscles that coiled and flexed with every breath filling their lungs, and you could have spent the rest of the night marvelling the trickster’s beauty – hadn’t your own arousal been licking at your nerves like hungry flames waiting to be stoked into a fire. The noises which tumbled from Loki’s lips to fill the silence of the archive did nothing to quench it.

You traced these shadows painted on their pale skin by the dim lamplight with your fingertips, following their patterns with the tips of your fingers, watching how the sensations made Loki quiver while they drew in sharp breaths whenever your fingertips connected with their skin. Watching how Loki turned into a writhing mess beneath you, the mesmerizing blue of their eyes nearly fully eclipsed by their lust-blown pupils as they intently watched your every movement, the anticipation in their smirk, as they were, for once, rendered speechless underneath your touches, made you feel like a deity yourself. The low moans Loki uttered grew louder when you palmed their hardened length through the fabric of the dark pants, their hips bucking up to meet your touch, before you splayed your palms on their chest and pushed them further backwards onto the tabletop, and the remaining files scattered on the wood rustled beneath the trickster as they complied your silent command and leaned back until Loki’s spine met the top of the desk. Left to your control with their hands bound by their tie and resting above their head, and you standing between their legs. Oh, how the scales of power had shifted so deliciously in your favour.

“I really like it when you give up control, Loki”, you husked, and placed a wet line of slow kisses down their chest, relishing how they arched into the touch of your lips on their exposed skin, the groans tumbling from the god’s kiss-swollen lips. “But even more”, you continued to drawl, each word accompanied by another lingering kiss as you moved your lips downwards to the hem of their pants, “I love it when you lose control.”

With that, your hands found the buckle of Loki’s belt, resuming the languid kisses while first the belt and finally the button of their pants came loose beneath your fingertips and you freed their impressive length from the fabric’s constraints, hot and throbbing in your palm.

“Are you planning on letting actions follow your enticing words?”, Loki teased, and their voice, low and hoarse with desire, fuelled the flames already burning white-hot in your core. But you restrained yourself – at least for now.

For now, you wanted to see the god come undone beneath you, with their luscious midnight curls fanned around their head on the wooden desk like spilled ink, and the loveliest moans spilling from their lips at the bliss you made them feel.

“That depends on how cocky you decide to be”, you quipped with a wink, and they chuckled darkly – a chuckle broken by a wanton moan when your hands finally wrapped around Loki’s hardened length and you lowered yourself to brush your tongue over their shaft, watching their lips part for another groan and their hips bucking up at the feeling of your tongue swirling around their tip as you kept teasing them. It was a lovely sight, how they were sprawled beneath you with their hands tied and utterly at your mercy, and you savoured every second of it. Your lips wrapped around them, and you could see how they bit back another moan with every slow, languid swirl of your hot tongue around their throbbing length.

“Norns, stop teasing”, Loki growled– or, rather, pleaded – through gritted teeth and their back arched, before you pulled away and they uttered a frustrated growl which only widened your grin.

“Who would have thought giving up control would make you so desperate”, you drawled, and climbed onto the tabletop to straddle the god. Your fingers wrapped around Loki’s cock while your eyes stayed on theirs and you began to stroke them – slowly, tantalizingly slowly, watching how eagerly they rolled their hips and their lips parted to let out another string of groans. You shifted closer, hovering above them while you continued to pump your hand in slow, measured strokes while you kept watching every movement of their body, every expression flaring in their eyes before their eyelids fluttered close again with the pleasure you were bestowing on them, and the loveliest, breathless whines were stolen from Loki’s lips as you quickened the pace. It took all of your self-control not to get rid of your own clothes and just jump them right then and there, with the need for them burning through you like a force of its own, but you wanted to concentrate on them, watch the god pant and lose control, knowing you were the one pleasuring them like this, the one able to turn them into a panting mess beneath your hands like they so often did for you.

“I wish you could see yourself right now”, you husked, and reached out to bury your free hand in the trickster’s raven strands, grabbing a fistful of them. You knew how much Loki loved it when you played with their hair, and the sinful sound they uttered in response made your own breath hitch in your throat with the sheer desire for them it instilled in you, and you quickened the pace of your hand in time with the languid movement of their hips, their faltering breath telling you they were close already. “How lovely you look when you’re losing control, Loki”, you half-teased, half-moaned, and with your name falling from the god’s lips in a cry, you felt them come undone beneath you, toppling over the edge of their climax, their hot seed spilling over your hand as you helped Loki ride out their high. For a few heartbeats, they just stayed there, beneath you on the desk, flushed and flustered and breathing heavily, before they uttered a shaky sigh of relief, and their eyes flew open to lock on you, still hovering above them with a devilish grin.

“Like what you see?”, Loki drawled. Instead of a reply, you slowly raised your hand to your lips, and your tongue darted out to lick the droplets of their cum from your index finger while your gaze never strayed from theirs, and Loki’s eyes widened at the promise in your gaze just as your grin did. Slowly, you leaned down to whisper in their ear, “I hope you’re not spent so soon already, Loki. I’m not done with you yet.”

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hello ! i was watching the met gala last night and got this idea with poly!marauders (im such a sucker for them) like they have this big important event and y/n has to go pick dresses and the marauders just drool all over her and then they go to the event and everyone is taking pics lmao i hope this doesnt suck so much i just didnt know how to redact it, i hope ur having a nice day <3

an: sorry this took so long ly

cw: poly marauders x female reader, seamstress doesn’t like you and comments on your body

All you were told was the attire was formal and there would be an open bar. It was some sort of high society wizarding gala, and with Sirius Black’s cushy status, you made the guest list.

“Sirius, I don’t even have a dress!” You groaned. Sirius rolled his eyes, he knew that. “That’s why we're taking you out, poppet.” Remus chimed in. “But- I don’t have the money to buy a fancy dress like that!” Sirius, again, rolled his eyes. He knew that too.

“I’ve already made arrangements for you, puppy, don’t fret.” Sirius tutted. He pulled you to his chest from behind, leaning down to plant kisses on your shoulders.

Sirius had sent an owl to the Black Family seamstress as soon as he received the invitations. She had been outfitting the Blacks for years and years, catering to their very specific and expensive taste. She was a bitter old woman at times, but she was the best seamstress in London.

The bell above the worn, wooden door chimed as you entered, James, Sirius, and Remus in tow. You were met with a dimly lit, barren entryway. Sirius pushed past you, leaning into the hallway.

“Eleanor?” Sirius called. A scraggly voice echoed from deep inside the shop. Sirius turned back to motion the three of you forward, further into the darkened hall. You followed hesitantly.

When the woman finally came into view, she was hunched over her sewing table, a flickering lamp barely illuminating her wrinkles. Her fingers were needle-bitten, and her teeth were all out of line. She wore what seemed to be a permanent scowl, the lines around her mouth cementing the expression.

“Sirius, young man, is that you?” She squinted.

“Yes, Miss Buttermere, it’s me. I hope my letter found you well?” He leaned down to kiss her aged hand. She nodded, confirming that she was aware of the reason for his visit. “I’ve prepared some things.” Now that she was speaking clearly, you could tell her voice was croaky, and she had an overbearing Birmingham accent.

You found it hard to believe the woman was able to appease the Black family for so long, as even you doubted her abilities upon first glance.

She squinted again, crows feet scrunching together. “And your company?” She eyed over each one of you, and you shifted vulnerably. She stood from her chair, back cracking horrendously as she did so. Her bones clicked as she walked woodenly over to you. “The dress is for the girl, I presume.” She looked you up and down disapprovingly. “Unless it’s for that one.” She murmured, gesturing towards James.

James stiffened his spine, “Hey!” He began angrily. Sirius quickly silenced him with a glare. “Yes, the dress is for the girl.”

“Are you sure you sent the right measurements?” Miss Buttermere was circling you now, pinching at your flesh. Your face reddened as you folded your arms over your chest.

“No need to be crass, Eleanor. I’m certain.” Sirius replied shortly. She smacked her lips and scoffed. “Your mother would never approve,” she grimaced.

“You!” She pointed at Remus, slightly startling the lycanthrope. “Come help with the dresses.” She walked off and Remus followed like a dog on a leash.

He came back with a pile of dresses laid over his outstretched arms. You gave Remus a sorry smile before going to inspect the heap of fabric. There were blacks and browns, the most beautiful golds, all of which would complement your complexion so nicely.

“Come on now, haven’t got all night!” Eleanor bit.

The first dress was shorter than the rest, it hit about a quarter way down your thigh, which of course, the boys loved. There were delicate strings of beads that draped down your arms and over your shoulders. The print was minimal, and the dress was a shimmering gold with a translucent cerulean blue peeking through the pattern.

When you looked back, all three boys were practically drooling. Sirius, without taking his eyes off of you, commented. “It’s lovely, dear, but maybe something a bit more formal?” Remus almost looked offended, Sirius must’ve been out of his gourd to dissuade you from the selection. James, poor, poor James, was sat on Eleanor’s tattered couch with a pillow covering his crotch.

The next one was closer to floor-length, with elaborate swirls covering the entire garment. It was mostly deep brown with accents of russian violet here and there. There was beautiful burnt orange lace at the bust and trail of the dress. You ran your hands over the raised beads that trailed around your body in ornate patterns. Three pairs of eyes followed your hand as you touched your body provocatively. Each dress fit you like a glove, you were unsure of how Sirius managed to collect such precise measurements.

The third dress hit only about half an inch above the ground. A thin layer of black, fine silk tulle fell around the pitch black dress, pooling at your feet and onto the floor below. The silken fabric acted as a cape almost, and it even extended up your neck, covering your chest in a sheer layer of fabric, still allowing your cleavage to show. The fabric was simple, but the design more than made up for it. The dark color highlighted your natural silhouette.

You could hear Remus swallow thickly behind you, clearly trying to maintain his composure. If it weren’t for Eleanor still lurking in the corner, Remus would’ve had his hands all over you, peeling the gorgeous dress right off your skin.

You twirled to face them, smiling, “What do you think boys?”

“We’ll take this one.” Sirius decided. James looked like a lost puppy, eyes glossed over and mouth slightly agape. You were surprised he wasn’t rutting up into his little protective pillow.

You were relieved to have a dress and to leave the shop. The thick air of Eleanors work space was beginning to take a toll on you. You breathed in the fresh air deeply.

“Do you think we have time for a little fun before the event?” You asked while walking along, looking back towards James. “I fear poor Jamesie may explode without it.” You gave a faux pout. Sirius let out a wolfish laugh, clearly finding humor in the situation. But Remus’ eyes were dark. “I’m sure we can make time.”

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