#dusk ravish

[gojosatoruwifey]

ㅡuniverse's interference

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this is it.

you’ve done the impossible.

it’s crystal clear that the earnest wish you have thought of as you are being ravished by your dear husband on the wedding night has successfully reached the universe.

what was that wish?

you stared at the most beautiful pair of eyes you’ve ever seen, his adorable eyes staring back at you in curiosity. little arms try to make a grab of you as plump cheeks puff up, upset that he couldn’t do what he wanted.

“you even have the same expression as your papa when he is upset.” you laughed. the baby you have picked up is exactly the carbon copy of rafayel. your own genes didn’t fight back. heck, it took you just one try.

“mama!” your son made grabby hands again, his little limbs wiggling in the air.

please, universe. give me a child who looks exactly like this man!

heart weak to the cuteness the baby is showing, you finally relented and embraced him. your son quickly holds you once you’re within reach, his grip on your top is so strong that it even defies all laws of physics. you wonder how such strength is manifested from a small body.

it’s amazing how the baby acts and looks like rafayel. the baby revels in your attention, eyes lighting up whenever his mama is on him as you coo at him for not making a fuss in eating the squash and carrots on his plate, the baby squealing in happiness because he beat his papa again. rafayel, who had been defeated, sulks while you are left to comfort the lemurian after you tuck the baby to sleep.

rafayel hasn’t made any qualms about it, a smug expression on his features that the baby obviously inherited from him, pretending to be mad to make you comfort him a little longer.

“so cute!” you pepper the baby’s face with kisses as your son giggles.

the baby’s arrival in this world is nothing short of a miracle. after the twists and turns of your life, the sound of uncontrollable wails eases the weight as well as the pain, your teary eyes landing on your firstborn child. you woke up with rafayel taking care of his son, small and just a few hours alive.

now, a few months old. slightly wavy dusk purple hair, bluish pink eyes, refined nose and same lip shape — yes, there’s no way people with working eyes can deny it. your son who resembles his father so much can even mistake rafayel for shrinking into a child. once, aunt talia visited, finally found a day off from her work, amazement was written on her face as she took a proper look at the baby.

“who’s the cutest in the world? of course, it’s you!”

“ba!”

you heard a sigh behind you. “looks like i have to work hard to be your number one again.”

toned arms wrapped around your waist as you feel rafayel tugs you closer to him, giving you a swift kiss on the cheeks and the baby’s. realizing his papa is here, the baby babbles nonsense in a scolding tone yet rafayel only finds this amusing as if he understands what his son is saying.

“dunno about that, buddy.” rafayel pokes the baby’s round cheeks. “your mama loves me, you see, so she will let her hubby spoil her for a day, right?” rafayel whispers against your ear as you feel your heart warm at his affection.

“thomas will babysit this little one tomorrow.” he takes the baby in his arms, watching the husband-son pair scene in front of you with a smile. the baby leans to his papa’s chest, the beats lulling him to an afternoon nap, eyelashes fluttering close as rafayel hums a melody.

gingerly, rafayel leans down to capture your lips for a quick kiss, voice low, “can i have the honor of taking you out on a date, wifey?”

it’s your turn to wrap your arms to rafayel’s waist, resting over his warm shoulders. the wind carries his scent — a hint of sea salt and a dominance of sweet, powdery notes. a nod is his answer. “you’ve been busy with the opening of the exhibition and i kind of…” you trailed off, “miss my husband.”

“care to repeat that? i think i didn’t hear you for the first time.” rafayel lightly yelps when you bite the flesh of his neck. he pouts, “stingy.”

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[k-4-ni]

GOLDEN RETRIEVER! DICK GRAYSON X FEM! READER

WARNINGS: NSFW, MATURE THEMES, DON'T BE READING THIS IF YOUR UNDER 18 TF, P IN V, CONSENTED BEFORE, CREAMPIE, NIPPLE PLAY, GRINDING (OR CALL IT DRY-HUMPING WHATEVER TICKLES YOUR PICKLE).

This man is the most golden retriever boyfriend found in all the 50 States of America.

You think all the villains and ruthless criminals of Gotham would stop him from spoiling his precious little baby? He's been through worse.

Kisses, Kisses, Kisses, this man is all about kisses and hugs, cuddling you from dusk until dawn if he could, if he could.

Sure, his work might delay a few steamy make-out sessions or heart-warming snuggles for a few hours but nothing beats coming back home, shoulders slumped and bone-deep exhaustion seeping through him, only to find the love of his life curled up, thick and fluffy blankets hugging their tiny form, Waiting to be caressed and cradled, just begging to be touched.

Who can resist such a cute little kitten? He'd be snarky about it, maybe even daring to be taunting as he curled up against your form, fitting together so perfectly like he was the missing piece to your puzzle, the way his prominent and firm bulge would snuggle up from between your bubbly ass cheeks made his heart leap out of his tightened chest.

He had to dig his bleached teeth into the soft flesh of his bottom lip, biting back a breathy groan as his fingers would press into the fats of your hips, Thank god you were wearing such tight fucking shorts.

His brain would be foggy, thoughts of just being buried into your moist and silky walls filled his senses, mindlessly trailing his fingers lower between you and reaching out for his throbbing cock, nose scrunching with slight irritation before he could make out the reddened and swollen tip of his cock peeking out from his latex shorts —which he wore underneath his costume—.

Oh god, how much he missed you, If only you knew how many times the thought of you being curled up alone, bitter and cold air seeping into your bones and peeling away at the blissful warmth that one radiated off of you, oh how he'd wrap you up in his strong and beefy arms, heating and warming you up as he wished he could shove the tip of his nose into the crook of your neck, breathing and smelling in your refreshing lavender scent.

This man would make HIS pockets hurt, He doesn't care if you think it's daddy's money or his, he's buying you that diamond necklace you were ogling at the jewellery shop —even if it was just a simple glance—, This 200+ Ibs of a man would buy you every scent of Italian and Morrocan perfume he could find because he just loves it when he's pounding you from behind, his thick and calloused fingers digging into the fat and juicy flesh of those thick thighs of yours, watching as your pussy sucked all his meaty and girthy length in, He could feel his already throbbing mushroom tip kissing at that gooey and silky spot deep inside of you, And he could just pin your body up against his, shoving his nose deep into the crook of your neck as he smelt that earthy and tangy scent of the perfume that HE bought you.

All the sexy and small lingeries he thinks will curve and hug at you bubbly ass better, just so he could rip it off later when you two got home, occasionally squeezing the silky fat of your thighs or glancing down at you with those 'I'm going to fuck you balls-deep when we get home' eyes.

Ever seen those lingerie with the bows placed against your nipples? He goes fucking feral for them, He made you laugh once when saying you're like a kinder surprise, removing this sticky and unwanted piece of plastic, only to find your plump and hardened nipples from beneath, practically begging him to suck on them and ravish them until they were swollen and puffy just like his cock.

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[minnaci]

contents: miguel o'hara x gn!reader, established relationship, penetrative sex (reader receives miguel's Monster Dong in an unspecified hole), dirty talk, creampie, light dumbification, soft n loving sex, postcoital banter

a/n: contains explicit content. minors (folks under 18 years of age) DO NOT INTERACT.

summer's heat is warm and sweet, even at dusk— the perfect weather for peaches. the curtains flutter, the crickets sing, and miguel lounges next to you in bed, bare skin glowing with sweat. the shadows sculpt every muscle, define every hard plane, and the sheet draped across his lap does little to hide his clear and continued interest in you.

"don't look at me like that," you say.

"like what?" miguel chuckles, tugging you close, letting you feel the warmth of his skin. you make a vague noise of protest— he's sticky— but ultimately relax, letting him rut lazily against your thighs as he trails sloppy kisses over your shoulders.

"like you're going to ravish me."

"you enjoyed getting ravished by me a few hours ago," he says. the hint of a fang scrapes over your skin, sending shivers down your spine. "would you like a reminder?"

his cock twitches against your hip, hard and heavy at the mere thought. you're not unaffected— the roughness in his voice coaxes out your formerly sated desire. lust pools in your tummy, and you press up against him needily.

"a reminder would be helpful," you let your eyes flutter shut, luxuriating in the tenderness of intimacy with your lover.

"let me do a bit of reminding, then." he flips you over easily, startling a laugh from your lips. your legs spread for him instinctively, and he settles between them with a smirk. "seems like your body remembers, at least."

"shut up and fuck me," you huff.

"demanding," miguel says, not without amusement. "but if you insist."

the whole world waits with bated breath as he lines up with your entrance, dragging his cock through the sticky mess he left before. there's a delicious sort of tension— a sort of anticipation, the high before the fall. the tip of his cock nudges at your hole.

"oh," he breathes, slowly thrusting forward, and your eyes roll back as he sinks inside of you, splitting you open on his cock. he's so big, and he always gets so deep, makes you feel so full— your body practically sings with delight when he's finally, finally seated fully within you.

"miguel," you say, voice trembling. distantly, you feel your legs begin to shake. his hands come up to steady you, pushing your thighs against your chest, and the change in angle is so good you think you might die. "miguel."

"i'm here, mi vida." he sounds strained, breaths coming fast and heavy. he does a slow, experimental grind of his hips, and you watch through half-lidded eyes as his jaw goes slack with pleasure, revealing dripping fangs. "you feel so good. how're you always so good?"

he doesn't give you time to answer before he groans, deep in his chest, and his hips snap forwards— a desperate, sloppy move. your mind whites out as his cock nuzzles against every sensitive, aching spot inside of you. when you regain the bare minimum of your senses again, he's mumbling. he sounds... lost, almost, like he's delirious, drunk on you.

"i..." he gazes at you, eyes clouded with bliss. a string of drool leaks from the corner of his mouth. "i can't... it feels so good, i can't control myself, i can't think—"

he's not the only one, you think, semi-hysterically. with every grind, the overwhelming pleasure turns your brain into mush, and with every thrust, he fucks you just a bit stupider.

"then don't control yourself," you say. your tongue feels strange inside your mouth. you solve that problem by pulling him in for messy, open-mouthed kiss. you can't breathe. you don't need to breathe. all you need is him. "don't think. just— oh, oh fuck— just keep feeling good. just keep feeling good, and— and—"

you throw your head back into the pillows, practically wailing as his pace turns from its steady pounding to a deep, unrelenting grind. "yes, yes, miguel!"

"yeah?" he says, voice tinted with something dark. something feral. "you like when i lose control, don't you? you like when i can't stop fucking you, and filling you up, over and over and over— fuck, i can't— you have to, first—"

he leans in suddenly, nipping at the shell of your ear. his breath is hot as he growls, "cum for me, sweetheart. cum, and i'll fill you up just how you like it."

for a split second, your mind goes completely blank. in that moment, you're a being of pure desire, thrumming with need and lust and love. then, reality comes rushing back in, and you break apart in his arms with a loud, keening cry, cumming long and hard around his cock.

"yeah— just like that, just like that—" miguel chokes out, and he follows you over the edge, painting your insides with rope after rope of thick cum. it settles deep inside, filling you with the delicious, filthy heat you've been craving.

there's a bit of a silence as you pant, both of you catching your breaths as he goes soft.

"so... how was that for a reminder?" miguel breaks the silence first. he always sounds a bit lighter, a bit more relaxed after he cums, and your heart flutters at the adoring look he levels at you. "was it sufficient?"

"i love you," you say instead of answering, and you loop your arms around his neck, drawing him down for a kiss. he licks into your mouth affectionately, letting out soft, satisfied sighs every time you deepen the kiss. his cock twitches valiantly inside of you, but it stays soft, letting his seed leak out in a creamy, sticky mess.

"you didn't answer my question, though," he says, after he's finished kissing you silly. his pouted lips are swollen from kissing, and his cock is fully soft, but his expression is so serious that it nearly makes you laugh. "was it a sufficient reminder? because i'm happy to try again if it wasn't—"

"oh my god, you're so silly," you say, and you can't hold back your giggles. "of course it was sufficient. it was better than sufficient. a real 10 out of 10 reminder. i'll write you a glowing review."

"good, good," he says, and oh, you could soak in the warmth of his gaze forever. he kisses you again, surprisingly chaste. "and just in case you couldn't tell, i love you, too."

#writemin! #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara x reader #+miguel o'hara

[lokisgoodgirl]

Clandestined [Loki x Fem. Reader] 18+

You can find my Masterlist HERE Summary: Betrothed to Loki from a young age, your friendship grows to something more - but Loki is changing too, and perhaps not for the better. (Pre/During Thor 1) (wc 2.5k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. Language. Coercion. Oral Sex. Thigh riding. Public Sex. LOKI BEING HOT ON THE THRONE.

Trumpets blared in unison as you heard the beginning waves of the cheering crowd, rolling from beyond the doors of the Great Hall of Asgard.

You turned to look behind you, the wide aisle of the atrium crammed with eager citizens desperate to catch a glimpse of their royal family as heralds signalled their approach through the towering columns encircling the ancient walls.

“Eyes front, Y/N” your mother snapped, “gawping is for the commoners, not for the likes of us.”

You obeyed quietly as the distant roars of approval grew louder. Rows of courtiers passing with banners of luxurious arms raised to the sky in tribute as representatives of the nine realms floated solemnly down the marble aisle.

Your gaze crept over your shoulder, searching for one figure in particular among the pageantry of red and gold, your stomach clenching in anticipation.

A gasp rose around you as thousands of orbs licked with vibrant pastel flame descended to hover above the undulating crowd.

The smell of jasmine filled the air from the trailing incense of the flames and you smiled. You knew that the exact number would be two thousand. One for each year of Odin’s reign – Frigga would not have let a detail like that go to waste.

Right on cue, Asgard’s graceful queen came into view. Her dress was spun gold, edged with a train of blue silk which rippled like sea foam in the breeze of a thousand rapt intakes of breath.

Her hand rested in the raised palm of her younger son as they made their way slowly down the centre of the hall. Frigga nodded warmly to the faces keening to greet them as her companion stared ahead, his eyes set on the towering empty throne. Your betrothed, Loki.

He strode by his mother’s side across the polished marble floor in full ceremonial dress towards the head of the hall. The curved horns of his helmet glinting in the low dusk light, the golden armour encasing his arms and torso all you could see from where you stood as his placid features simmered with regal purpose, ignoring the cheers as they passed.

Your breath hitched as they approached your row, several from the front in accordance with Asgardian etiquette. Loki’s emerald cape swirled around his metal clad shoulders as he broke his steadfast stare ahead, immediately meeting your gaze between jostling onlookers with a wink as a smile briefly graced his lips. Your stomach flipped. He looked particularly ravishing today. And he knew it.

He and Frigga took their positions elegantly on the stairs leading to the throne as Thor worked the crowd on his way to join them, wielding Mjölnir through the air to screams of applause.

The soar of trumpets’ heralded Odin’s arrival to conclude the bi-millennium festival formalities as your thoughts turned to tonight’s feast, fizzing with mischievous anticipation as you ran your eyes wantonly over Loki’s imposing figure.

He may be your betrothed, but tonight – you intended to make him thoroughly and unquestioningly yours.

_

“Are you aware that every man in this palace has been undressing you with their eyes tonight?”

You smiled as the familiar velvet voice crept over your shoulder; pleased that your ploy to entice its owner to the deserted balcony outside the bustling feasting hall was a success.

“Are you included in that number, my Prince?” you asked coyly, enjoying the glint of amusement in Loki’s eyes as his lips curled in silent confirmation.

You turned to lean the side of your hip against the balustrade, the long skirts of your dress flirting against the leather stretched tightly against his legs as a warm breeze rolled across the air.

Silently, you reached up and began to tug the helmet from his head with difficulty, huffs of mock annoyance peppering the air before it came away in your hands. His raven curls tumbled around his armoured shoulders, released from their confinement after long hours of ceremony.

“Oh, sorry I forgot – you’re not a man…” you quipped as you rolled your eyes playfully, placing the helmet on the stone ledge as a low chuckle escaped Loki’s throat.

“Gods have eyes too, darling.” he murmured as you drew closer, winding a strand of his hair around your finger as you raised your gaze to his. His eyes burned with long-unspoken words as he ran them over your skin. Norns how you wished he would finally say them.

Adrenaline surged under your skin as you slid your hand around the back of his neck, gentle pressure willing him to bend as you searched his gaze.

In a moment, his mouth had pressed to yours hungrily.

You tightened your grip around his neck as he encased you in a towering embrace, his unfamiliar tongue sliding between your lips as a moan of relief escaped you – tumbling into the void of your friendship as it burned anew. The cool sharpness of his armour seeped through the chiffon of your dress as you pressed your body to his, the kiss waxing and waning as each of your pent-up passions fought for control.

The hard edge of his vambrace cracked against your hip as he slid his hands desperately down your waist, seeking the curve of your ass through the fabric of your skirt. You pulled him forward as your back hit the balustrade, Loki’s torso flattening against your breasts as he moulded his body to yours with the force of his newly welcomed need.

Betrothed since you were young, your fascination with the younger son of Odin had only grown with the years as you watched him become the figure his legend demanded. The notorious aloofness had never bothered you, much because you had never truly experienced it. Whether an innate understanding of your fated destinies or something more, you had always been close. But the fires of unquenchable lust that had burned within you these past months – they were new.

You found your hand grasping to find purchase between his muscled thighs as Loki’s face buried in your neck, a soft growl of your name escaping his lips as your fingertips brushed against a long, hard mass hidden beneath the tightening leather. Gods above, he was huge.

You panted shakily, feeling your pussy grow wetter under the messy sucks of his tongue and lips against your bare skin – you needed more. You needed him.

“Loki…” you moaned as he thrust needily against you, dragging the thick bulge in his trousers against your open palm, “let’s go somewhere…your chambers..?”

He stopped, his touch withdrawing like the breaking of a spell.

“Loki, what…?” you said quietly, your voice laced with concern as you saw clouds descend on his features, his forehead creasing in concentration.

“This was a mistake, Y/N …it wouldn’t be the proper way of things.”

You huffed, straightening your skirts as your plans of seduction crumbled under his lofty overtones.

“We’re to be married soon, what does it matter?” you raised your eyebrow, a second wind of confidence rising at your own words as you looked to him optimistically.

“Soon?” Loki’s cheekbones hollowed as his lips twitched in confusion, “I have so much yet to accomplish…a glorious purpose to fulfil. You know this. I am to be King of this realm, and you my Queen. Is that not what you want?”

Silence grew between you as booming roars of laughter from the banquet hall rippled on the breeze tauntingly.

“When you are King?” you repeated disbelievingly, panic fluttering in your voice as your mind raced through the connotations of his words. He would never be King. Everyone knew that. Well, almost everyone it seemed.

“When I am King.” he echoed, a small smile tracing his lips as he bent to give you a chaste kiss.

_

It was often said that time passed different in Asgard, but whether that was true or not – the months that followed fell quickly to memory like blossom petals in June.

Loki’s official business in Thor’s banishment kept him away from the daily bustle of court life. His ambition seemed to have grown exponentially under recent events and his newfound deeper affections for you seemingly forgotten –you hadn’t seen him in weeks.

You closed your eyes and inhaled the scent of jasmine rising from the gardens below your window. Ever since the bi-millennial festival, the scent had reminded you of Loki.

You wanted to remember the way he had smiled at you in the crowd in the great hall. You wanted to remember his coy glances on the precipice of your first kiss, the feeling of his tongue against yours, of his body longing for your touch. You wanted to remember.

A sharp knock broke you from your daydream. You crossed the floor barefoot, opening the heavy door to reveal a sombre looking Einherjar.

“Lady Y/N, the King demands your presence in the Hall of Asgard.”

You thanked him, your heart pounding as you shut the heavy door with sweating palms. Odin had never asked for a private audience with you. And the guard’s choice of words…demand? Your mind whirred as you quickly changed to more formal dress, a green silk edged with lace which lent an air of decorum without ostentation. Now... if only your hands would stop shaking.

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The pillars of the great hall rose above you as you entered with your head bowed, approaching the throne tentatively as your breaths quickened.

When you saw the first step leading to the elevated platform appear in your deferential eye-line you stopped, clasping your hands in front of you, “My King?”

“You wore my colours��”

Your eyes flew up to the figure leaning comfortably towards one side of the golden seat. Clasped in one hand he held the royal sceptre while the other lay lazily on his thigh, his chin lowered as he looked down on you with amusement.

Silence stares came from the Einherjar flanking him, twenty of Asgard’s most loyal warriors facing toward you as you processed the scene.

“Loki, what…?”

He stood gracefully, the fabric of his cape flourishing around his ankles as he extended his arm and smacked the marble floor twice with the butt of the sceptre. It clanged thickly, echoing around the empty walls as all but five of the palace guards obediently marched from sight.

“Father has fallen into the Odin-sleep. I am your King now.”

You shivered. His towering authority. The intensity of his gaze that burned with pure desire for his own power. This wasn’t the Loki you knew. Your questions were not welcome here.

You watched his thighs flex under the familiar leather stretch of his trousers as he re-positioned his stance.

“Kneel before your King.”

His firm command reverberated in the silence, thrumming against your core as you lifted the fabric of your dress and climbed the steps towards him.

“And to think you doubted me…” he goaded, watching your ascent before you stopped defiantly before him. He raised an eyebrow, the horns of his helmet tilting as his eyes flashed dangerously.

“Do you swear to love, honour and obey me?” he enunciated; the words reminiscent of marriage vows as your heart leapt, remembering his words many months ago. Was he playing with you?

“I swear to love, honour and obey my husband?” you said coyly, hoping to raise a smile.

He chuckled darkly before quickly swapping the long sceptre to his other hand with a flying snap, making you jump.

“You have no husband.” he spat, “It is your King that requires your fidelity. Now kneel.”

You sank shakily to your knees as his echoing voice thundered around you, watching his long legs fold as he sat back in the golden throne he had coveted for so long. Power radiated from him like the eternal flame, consuming everything in its path. Consuming you.

“Perhaps with an enthusiastic display of obedience, you may regain my favour” he drawled loftily as your gaze raised to meet his, “For your doubt. Your insolence. These are not the traits of a Queen.”

“You have no Queen…” you muttered sarcastically as he leant towards you, his hot breath fanning your burning cheeks as your intimate folds slickened beneath your dress, pooling against snatches of silk.

“Don’t I?” he whispered, “My patience is wearing thin…yield to me, give me what I desire…or get out of my sight.”

The corners of his mouth twitched in a cruel smirk as he looked down on you, brazenly before him like a whore. This was not how it was supposed to be. But you couldn’t deny that seeing him this way was intoxicating. His magnetism was infectious, and it drew your fingers irrevocably to the fastenings of his leather trousers.

He grunted his approval as his smirk widened, pleased with the path you had chosen.

“Loki…your magic?” you whispered pleadingly as you nudged your head towards the guards standing at the bottom of the steps who shuffled awkwardly in place.

“Do not presume to scold me like a wayward child” he announced loudly, “those days are gone, do you not see that?”

You freed his cock from its confinement with an audible gasp. You could see that. You could definitely see that.

“There will be no magic this night…” he reached forward and drew your hand which had fallen in awe to your lap back to his huge manhood, pressing your grip around his length, “…now worship your King.”

You obediently leant forward to stretch your lips around his tip as he let out a low moan of pleasure. His girth choking the sides of your jaw as you fought to gain traction, saliva coating his length as you slid him further down your throat to approving groans above you.

One minute. Two minutes. You got lost in a haze of the taste of the velvet skin of his length underneath your tongue that you had fantasised about for so long. The familiar tantalising scent of him, magnified at his core. You realised that whines of pleasure had been escaping your needy throat as he fucked your mouth slowly; as you worshipped his godly flesh.

His sceptre hit the floor once with a heavy thud as you pressed your lips together, sucking down on his throbbing cock as he pushed his hips up to meet you, his other hand gripping the throne. He was almost ready to cum, the foreplay of his own magnificence enough to almost push him over the edge.

You lapped your tongue along the underside of his length, feeling him shudder beneath you as you caught him off guard. Hot liquid spurted against the back of your throat, filling up the pockets of empty space not occupied by the meat of his cock as he contained his moans stoically, a series of throaty exhales betraying him as he twitched with intense release.

You looked up at him, bringing a finger to your mouth as you cleaned the errant trails of his seed from your lips. He watched intently with hooded eyes as you sucked it from your digits, his lips pursed in concentration.

“Will that be all, my King?”

His eyes narrowed as he considered your tone, motioning for you to stand.

“A good King rewards his subjects, does he not?” he smirked, his familiar playful gaze sparking behind deep pools of intensity. He reached out for your hand, pulling you swiftly forward as your legs straddled one of his thighs.

“Sit.”

You lowered yourself on to his thick thigh, the skirts of your emerald green dress melting into the fabric of his cloak as your swollen folds met the leather beneath. You moaned involuntarily, placing a palm against Loki’s chest as the other gripped his forearm holding the sceptre.

“Loki…your magic…” you keened, begging him to spare you the shame of your desperate need for relief being heard by the men mere feet away.

He shook his head slowly as a wide grin spread across his features, his dark tone sending jolts of hunger to your aching pussy.

“Then who would ignite the sparks of legend that the King of Asgard can make a woman quake with pleasure without even leaving the throne?”

You moaned wantonly in frustration as he shifted his thigh beneath you, the rough leather gripping your delicate lips as it dragged devastatingly over your clit.

“Oh yes, my Queen…this will do nicely.”

His words made you feral. You began to gyrate your hips slowly against the length of his muscles, the delicious friction sending waves of pleasure through your body as you groaned like an animal.

Your eyes never left his as you felt the orgasmic pressure building within you, Loki’s lustful eye-fucking gaze spurring you on as he relaxed against the back of the throne, enjoying your display.

You were inconsolable. Wanton moans fell from your lips. The sweet aftertaste of his cum rose again on your breath with every pant as you rode your betrothed, throwing your head back as you began claiming your release.

You rutted into the leather, the reddening skin of your thighs screaming as you pressed into his taunt thigh one last time to spin into your climax, gripping his wrist ferociously as a loud moan of his name echoed around the hall.

Two of his fingers found their way under your chin, raising it to meet his softened gaze. You were too overwhelmed to speak, your senses overloaded as he lowered a gentle kiss to your lips.

“Never doubt me again, beloved” he murmured, “…this is only the beginning.”

Read part TWO here [shameless thone action]

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[luxxid]

was he in love? he didn't know and he couldn't give a single shit. all he could think about was you. you, you, and only you. the only thought that rummaged his mind every day was you. he couldn't take his eyes off of you. why were you such a ravishing and angelic sight to behold? he was in love. he was deeply in love with the vision of you, and he could not deny it. he was entranced by you and enthralled by the thought of you. he could not take his eyes off of you, and he always knew that he loved you.

 the first time he had caught his eye on you was when you came to the library to search for a book. he was mesmerized. he didn't even know if someone could look so seraphic. his eyes could never erase the sight of you. long lashes, soft lips, doe eyes, and the most ravishing body he had ever seen. his heart was pounding in his chest and he was transfixed. he felt like he was in a trance as if he was being pulled in by a magnet. every part of him wanted to get closer, to be near you and savor every moment.

how could he not give in to his sinful thoughts? ever since he had met you. he had obsessed with being with you. despite knowing that it was wrong, he felt a deep love for you that he could not deny. he was powerless against the emotions that he felt for you and felt he had no choice but to follow his heart. he would kill for you. absolutely anything for you. you drove him insane. he wanted to be yours and you his, body and soul, and you had him enthralled and entrapped in your enchanting web. although he never knew your name.

unbeknownst to him, you had the exact obsession with the male. the way he was so charismatic had made you fall head over heels for him. his cold demeanor was so hypotonic. his green irises were so enchanting to look at. it was like you could never get tired of gazing into the depths of his pupils. It was as if you were under a spell, unable to break free from the magnetism of his presence. His gestures, his words, and his entire demeanor were like a drug, completely captivating and intoxicating you. 

al haitham yearned for that day when you'd be his, he was deeply devoted to you, and he wanted nothing more than to make you his own. his feelings for you were so strong that he could not help but fantasize about you, and his fantasies made him all the more desperate to make them a reality. if he had to admit it. he had pleasured himself almost every night at the thought of you. you being by his side and being his pretty little doll. he pumped his cock almost every dusk only to come to the reality that you weren't his. yet. 

well, today was not something he expected. he could have never guessed you were paying a little visit to the akademiyas atheneum. he felt the same sensation that he had sensed when he first set eyes on you. pure adrenaline was coursing through his veins. he knew there was no second chance. he had to do something. he had to make you his. 

as he walked closer to you, he could feel the love radiating from within, and he knew that this was the moment he had been waiting for. He looked you in the eyes, and he knew that this was it. he was finally ready to take the plunge, to tell you how he felt and to make you his. the distance between you two was not even a meter. with trembling hands, he reached for yours, and for the first time, he felt the connection between the two of you, a connection that could only have been forged by fate.

he didn't know what he was doing. it was like he had no control over his actions whatsoever. but, all he knew was that this is what he had desired of doing ever since he met you. his hands soon found the back of your head as he pulled you towards his lips, molding them into an entrancing kiss as you let your guard down. his tongue slashing and washing over yours. you couldn't say you weren't enjoying it, especially when this was the man you had obsessed with so many times. he was like an alluring spell that you could never break from. his mouth could do wonders.

he didn't know what he was doing. it was like he had no control over his actions whatsoever. but, all he knew was that this is what he had desired of doing ever since he met you. his hands soon found the back of your head as he pulled you towards his lips, molding them into an entrancing kiss as you let your guard down. his tongue slashing and washing over yours. you couldn't say you weren't enjoying it, especially since this was the man you had obsessed over for so long.

 his kiss was like a drop of honey, sweet and inviting as it teased your taste buds, but powerful enough to overwhelm you with pleasure until you were entranced in its spell. his love was like wildfire, burning away all of your doubts and fears. his kiss was gentle, yet passionate, and you felt like you were floating away in a dream. his touch sent a wave of electricity through your body, and you felt like you were on cloud 9. who knew the librarian had it in himself?

he didn't care if anyone entered the library, he was falling into the trance of being with you, feeling you. he was taking you like a drug. you inebriated him so much to the point that both of you ended up like this. 

he didn't care if anyone entered the library, he was falling into the trance of being with you, feeling you. he was taking you like a drug. you inebriated him so much to the point that both of you ended up like this. as he lost himself in your presence, the world around him ceased to exist--transported to a state of euphoria. his connection with you was like a powerful magnet, drawing him in and refusing to let go. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't resist its alluring pull.

his hand found its way towards your inner thigh, his hand kept tugging on the silky fiber of your panties; his free hands fondling the soft plush on your chest. your cleavage was so visible, his mind started to go feral. all he could think of was being inside you, feeling your warmth. it was like a flame was unleashed inside him, igniting his passion and sending electric shocks of desire throughout his body. his breath quickened, his heart raced, and his mind was consumed with a single goal—to have you.

within a few seconds, he pushed himself and you under the table nearby. his lips never left yours, and your quiet moans and whimpers enthused him even more. your panties were thrown somewhere else as he gripped your hips frigidly and quickly inserted two of his lissom digits into your walls. His one hand now traveled up to your breasts, giving them a sensual massage as his other hand worked your inner walls. his breathing became more erratic as the pleasure between the two of you continued to build.

his movements were becoming more and more intense as the pleasure started to take over. You felt your body become jittery and your breathing becoming heavy as he kept thrusting his digits into you. the sensation was overwhelming, and the pleasure was like nothing you had ever felt before. His fingers were inside you, and he kept pushing them in and out, faster and faster. your moans and wails were becoming louder with every thrust of his svelte fingers.

"shh, be quiet now darling, you don't want anyone hearing you right?" he whispered into your ears, your cheeks were painted into a cherry blossom hue as he continued his sinful actions. he continued his actions, his hands drawing out a feeling of pleasure that you hadn't felt before; his lips soft and gentle as he kissed you, making the moment indelible in your mind. You were sitting underneath the table at the restaurant, your bodies tangled up in a passionate embrace as he continued to pleasure you. His hands moved in perfect harmony, and you could feel the heat radiating off of your bodies. you were having sex under the table, and you knew that you would never forget this moment, ever.

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[lunastarhawk]

Ravish Me, this is a Library

18+ only! Adult sexy times ahead, minors look away this is not for you.

A smutty, smutty rewrite of the paid library scene in Book VIII Chapter 2 of Julian's route. Julian apologises to Altheia, and they both get the ravishing they deserve.

Part of the Between the Deep Blue Sea and the Devil collection of rewrites.

Excerpt

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.

“Don’t be.”  She pulled back, looked up into his eye, lifting an eyebrow coyly.  “I don’t want you to be sorry.  I want you to kiss me.”

“Wha…”  Julian’s mouth parted, but little more than a breath passed between his lips.  A look of incredulous wonder came over him… had he heard her right?  Was she serious?  She couldn’t possibly… could she?

His long, gloved fingers trembled as he touched their delicate tips lightly to Altheia’s cheek.  Dusk-grey eye tracked the features of her face, settling on her mouth as her lips, still slightly curved, parted, just a little, expectantly.  The faintest whimper escaped him as he bent very slightly, as if afraid she’d change her mind, turn away.

But she didn’t. 

She held his gaze, tilting her head a degree to the right.  Julian’s weight shifted, tentatively closer into her centre.  His hand slipped around the back of her neck, under her hair, leather against her skin sending a shiver of pleasure down her spine.  Her heart pounded, breaths quickened, longing for his touch, his kiss, desperately hoping she’d got through to him, that he’d believe in her, in them .  Resisting leaning into him, closing the gap, because it had to be him, he had to be the one to do it.

He bent, his breath hot on her face, ghosting over her skin as he brushed his nose through the hairs at her temple, pressed the lightest of kisses to her cheek.  He pulled up, just an inch, as every fibre of Altheia’s being, every pulse of her heart, begged her to pull him close.  Their eyes met again, his thumb stroked her cheek.

“Juli–”

Her words faded into a breath, a sigh, as Julian’s lips touched hers.  Almost experimentally he lingered, a low hum in the back of his throat, a shuddering breath.  When he made to pull back, Altheia moved with him, and with a surprised high-pitched sound he pressed his lips against hers again.  And again, with a muffled sound that might have been an attempt at speech, but Altheia didn’t much want him to talk now, not when his lips were so soft, so pliant in their movements against hers, as she wound an arm around his back and draped the other over his shoulder, fingers twisting into the thick curls of his hair.  Arms around her chest pulled her close, almost too close, squeezing a little too hard as his kisses became more desperate, his breaths heavier, his body trembling under her touch.  She couldn’t think of anything except the rush of elation, the high, light feeling in her heart and mind, the sudden need to run her hands over his body, to hold him close.  

Reluctantly, it seemed, Julian leaned back.  His forehead rested against hers and he closed his eyes, slowly catching his breath as his hands slipped to Altheia’s waist, as if he’d wanted to withdraw but couldn’t quite leave her sanctuary.  She closed her eyes, too, one hand on his shoulder, the other in his hair, lightly scraping her short nails over his scalp in the way she knew he found comforting.  His shoulders rose and fell in a sigh.

“I’m such a fool,” he said, his voice low and deep, heavy with regret.  Genuine, sincere, no melodrama.  “Turning you away like that.  When I know… I know there’s something between us, and it’s more than just attraction - that goes without saying, you should know by now.”

“Julian…”

“Is it possible that…”  The press of his fingers tightened a little on her waist, as if she hadn’t even spoken.  “Do you think…  You could see something attractive in… in me?”

Julian’s whole body was tense, his voice trembled with nerves.  Altheia’s heart raced, and she had to hold back a laugh.

“Julian,” she said gently, placing her hands either side of his face.  “I spent the night with you, didn’t I?”

Julian quivered.  His forehead pressed a little more against hers; he shifted his weight, his thigh brushing her hip.  “Mm.  You did, yes.”

“Nothing has changed.”

The rest is on AO3

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[kookznoona]

Biblichor; Little Library Love || Oneshot || Jeon Jungkook

Pairing: Dom! Jungkook x Sub! Reader

Written By: @kookznoona @/bts_yniee on Instagram

Rating: 18+, Smut, Swearing

Warnings: SMUT, Mature Language and Mature Content

Genre: Boyfriend! Jungkook Dom!Jungkook Sub!Reader

Description: Library Romance / Slice of Life AU / Library Sex

Word Count: 2.4 K

Summary: No other place could have been better than the place y'all first met; the library.

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The alluring dusk captivated my heart, I found myself grinning while my sight was fixed on to the sky, a shiny beam, more like a crystal radiation, was making some ravishing patterns on my wrist. I turn towards the direction of the beam. The sunlight reflecting back from the glass wall of the library I was standing in front of. I smiled and took my phone out from my clutch. It was our favorite spot. Unlike me, Jungkook was no book enthusiast. I pranced around the library sniffing old books, reading all that piqued my interest while Jungkook came in there to secretly admire me. It didn't take me long enough to notice that he never read a book, yet he never stopped asking me for recommendations. At a point I grew curious and asked him what he actually does here. He simply took a rose out of his jacket and said, "I was tryna gain the courage to ask you out" and the rest was history.

I met him every Friday at the Library, the librarian- Mrs. Williams, was pleased to see the both of us visit the library and help her out. After a not so long time, she offered a part time job to arrange the books in their shelves. Being the organized person that I am, it was cakewalk. Soon, I found a store room that was spacious and dusty but in some way, cozy and intimate, I began cleaning it out occasionally and it soon became a cozy corner for the both of us, we would sit together on the old leather couch, sneak in a VCR and Cup Noodles and watch some pirated cheesy rom-com downloaded off the net. The librarian knew, but she didn't bother to ask much about it. Work was done on time, it was done well and she was no killjoy.

I felt a gentle breeze a bit too harsh, hit my face, making me tug my jacket. Where is he?

"Kookie…Kookie…Kookie....", I was scrolling through my contact list, searching for his number

"There it is", I swiped right, making a phone call to him and started swinging my feet while sitting on a bench.

"전화하려는 번호는 현재 통화 중입니다. 나중에 다시 시도해 주세요.", the automated response says I furrowed my eyebrows until it repeated the same thing in English.

"The number you're trying to call is currently busy. Please try again later."

I started making my way towards the entrance. I silently walked through the hall-way, Mrs. Williams does not like any noise.

I open the door to the room and gaze at the bookshelves and the vintage paintings on the wall. Then, I pull out an old book and sniff in the ambrosial scent. It was always refreshing to be here. I go to my desk, place my bag down. My eyes fall on the corner of the table. The edges of my lips curve into a smile as I trail my fingertips over the carved letter J and a heart on the wooden surface, I look towards the other corner of the room and spot a flower in a vase. 'He never forgets to get it' I think to myself. Mrs. Williams always thought he brought flowers every Friday morning as a kind gesture, but I knew they were for me because they were my favorite kind. I felt my soul sinking into the romanticizing Pacific, remembering how we kissed for the first time here. I was sitting on this table as his huge arms engulfed me with care. The kiss was a tad bit sloppy but oh so filled with love.

I hear footsteps echoing at a slow pace, there she was, Mrs. Williams.

"It's good to see you again Y/N"

"Hello Mrs. Williams"

"I know I shouldn't be asking too many questions, but Where's John Kook?"

My lips curve into a smile, it's been about two years and Mrs. Williams still struggles to pronounce his name correctly, she's so adorable

"It's actually Jungkook"

She twists her eyebrows in confusion, "Sorry dear, him, where is he?"

"I'm not sure really, he's never this late"

"You tell me if he keeps you waiting for too long, I'll speak to him and make sure he won't keep you waiting again, he's a good guy, he'll surely understand"

"It's alright really Mrs. Williams I-"

"The both of you really make a good pair, reminds me of how I fell in love- ah! Those were the days"

Just as she says that, I feel a buzz in my pocket

I turn off my screen with a smile plastered on my face as I take out my diary and start making some patterns. It's been 2 years of dating and I don't think the honeymoon phase will ever be over. Being with Jungkook has been much more than just love. It's the way my body feels home when he caresses me, it's the way the neurons shoot out at high frequencies when he tells me how much he adores me. It's about his golden voice telling me he'll be there for me no matter what and the never-fading beauty that his soul carries around me, a sensitive yet strong man with a comforting aura.

Just as I was lost in my thoughts, I felt someone cover my eyes. It's him. The breeze may have made those hands a little cold, but the temperature never depreciated the comfort of his palms. I instantly felt my cheeks reddening and throat gulping down the excitement to see him again, as I kept my hands on his, bringing them down as I slowly turned to look at him. His doe eyes look fondly at me as his lips curve into a smile. I feign a disappointed face,

"What took you so long?"

"Well, I had to bring something extra special for my girlfriend before I meet her, right?" He winks

"Tell me that's port wine"

"Yes baby, and here's the surprise" he says pulling the cake out of the bag

"Is that my Banana Cake?" I ask, and Excitedly snatch it

"Excuse me, it's for our anniversary"

"Excuse you, this is my cake"

"Y/N, I bought that for the both of us"

"But I will eat the first bite"

"Alright lemme feed you" he says

He takes a slice of the cake and brings it close to my lips and quickly pulls it away and brings it to his, but I think I'm faster, I crash my lips into the cake and accidentally into his lips. My eyes go wide and alert and pull away from him. He gently holds my jaw and pecks me again.

The sweet taste of the cake and wine rolls over my lips. "Why did you drink the wine before me?"

"Why don't you ask my tongue that? It's the one that told you right?" He crashes his lips into mine again, biting my lower lip making me moan into the kiss. I can barely keep up with his pace sometimes, whining for him to slow down. "You like how I kiss you hmm? Slow and Rough, you like Daddy's kisses don't you babygirl?"

I feel my cheeks Reddening, he pecks my cheeks and goes to the door as if nothing happened, "Come in now baby, it's cold in here, let's go to our corner"

He opens the door. The old couch, dvd player and TV welcomes us inside. "Doesn't this feel so home Y/N?" He asks while lighting the scented candle.

"It's always such a comforting place Jungkook, from all the things that have changed in these two years, this will never change, it's dark, cozy and has got a good vibe. Remember when we slept in here after that tiring trip and the librarian never woke us up until 11 AM the next day, and the day when we both argued so much and then we had to fix a shelf and you told me you weren't ever going to come back in here ever and we ended up fixing it together?" I ask

"Hahaha I remember that Y/N, although you've got a promotion and my job has grown quite massive too, I remember coming here when we were mere 9-5 workers and came here the moment the clock striked 6, munching on nachos and watching movies on an old VCR, those moments were the most precious, now look at us, we're so busy with everything, sometimes I feel a little too consumed by all of it"

"Baby, I might always tell you that I'm busy with work, but you're my top priority, your happiness is my happiness, get that?"

"I love you Y/N"

"I love you, and I will never not love you"

"Even when I eat cake before you?"

"You're expecting a bit too much now"

"Alright alright babe, I've got this idea, can I kiss you?"

"From when on earth did you start asking?"

"I never ask?"

"Nope"

"Wow."

"Yep"

"Alright babygirl, can I fuck you?"

"Wait-what no, I mean yes, yes but how"

"Is that a yes or no"

"Jeon you absolute brat, how on earth did you read my mind"

"Don't tell me you wanted to have sex in the library"

"Excuse me? You wanted it too"

"No I didn't" I blatantly lie, tongue in cheek

"Alright then what made you ask me that?"

Jungkook looks away and smirks

"Answer me"

"You aren't wearing underwear Y/N"

I hit his arm playfully, "How did you find out?"

"I might have seen your ass when you bent over to pick up them books and oh that vibrator looked so pretty stuffed in your cunt, can I see it?"

I bite my lip and Excitedly hop towards him.

"Look at my pretty bunny, so excited to cum already, such a horny Little girl, having a stuffed cunt without Daddy's permission"

My eyes go big and cheeks heat up at his words, heart pounding. Calling himself Daddy is so hot. I whimper at his words and he cocks his eyebrow and smirks.

"I- hmhm" I get interrupted by the harsh spank that lands on my ass

"Why don't you give me the remote, hmm? And let Daddy decide your pleasure" he says growling

I nervously hand him the remote, burying my face in his chest

"Why so shy now babygirl? You wanted me to see you bent over earlier? Didn't you?"

He was right and I knew better than to lie to a man with My Pleasure on the tip of His Fingers. Infront me was Jungkook, wearing a harmless light yellow shirt tucked into dangerously tight skinny jeans. His thighs sit thick and unbothered, flexing every once or twice while his cock stands proud and painful in his pants.

He turns up the level and I try not to let a moan fly from my lips.

"Ngh-mhhm"

"That feel good babygirl?"

I dumbly nod in response

Not satisfied with my answer, he spanks me

"Y-yes D-daddy"

"Alright baby, let's see how you can take this"

I feel the sudden increase of vibration between my legs, I struggle to not cum already

"D-daddy gon' cum, pleaseeeee"

"You're a big girl yeah? Take it like a big girl"

Tears start to form in my eyes

"Please, I've been good"

He turns down the level of vibration and my big release is replaced with a feeling of emptyness and frustration

"You're an Asshole! Why didn't you lemme cum?"

"Is that the way you talk to Daddy?" He sternly says

Not responding to him, I pull out the vibrator from my cunt and lick it clean, making sure I suck it at the tip, making him growl at the sight.

"A fucking tease" he scoffs

Before he can say anything else, I crash my lips into his and hurriedly try to take off his pants.

"Gimme your cock Daddy"

He gives me an angry look, bulging his tongue against his cheek.

"Beg, maybe I will"

I sit on his thigh and start to grind against him while rubbing his clothed cock with my fingers. The outline of his cock in his boxers made my mouth water with every passing second. I move up and grind my hips on his hard cock, his underwear acting as the only barrier between my folds and his cock. A whine leaves my lips, "D-daddy please fuck me, I'm sorry, I just wanna be filled with your cock, please D-daddy wanna cum, pleaseee, hmhmm" without any further ado, Jungkook flips me and delivers a hard spank, pushes my panties to the side and enters his cock into my tight cunt, making me mewl.

"What a fucking slut, can't go a minute without Daddy Fucking your pussy, don't think I've Forgiven you, I just can't stand seeing you beg like a fuckin whore" he says thrusting deep into my G-spot

"Yes Daddy, yes-ah" I moan feeling my orgasm getting dangerously close

He feels me clench around him, "Close already? Tsk. Such a horny girl cumming already with just some fucking with Daddy's cock, hahaha baby, realised that Daddy's cock is much better than that measly toy"

His dirty talk was shooting straight to my core

"Oh my Gosh, Please Lemme cum pleaseeeee Daddy"

"What if I don't let you?" He slows down, Jungkook's face is plastered with a sadistic smile, "It's not like my baby apologized, and Daddy is an asshole, right?"

Tears start to wet my cheeks, "Daddy please lemme cum, I'm so sorry, wanna cum so hard on your cock, wanna cum pleaseee"

He chuckles, "Can't think of anything except Daddy's cock, can you?"

I shake my head 'no'

"Look at you, a panting, whimpering mess for Daddy, wanna cum darling? Wanna cream Daddy's cock, wanna make a mess on the couch?"

Having no energy, I dumbly nod

"Cum for me babygirl"

I feel myself getting cross eyed as a huge waterfall of pleasure erupts from me as I release, tears wetting my cheeks with the intense .

"I'm cumming Darling" he whispers and grunts

After a minute of laying besides eachother, he kisses my forehead. "You're so beautiful Y/N, and I will never stop loving you"

"Neither will I, I love you more"

Just as we say sweet nothings to eachother, Jungkook's phone begins to ring.

"Hi Jimin, wassup?"

"I hope you do understand that this is a Library for Christ's Sake the rooms aren't sound proof, good thing I sent Mrs. Williams to the room upstairs"

"Thank you Jimin, why're you here though?"

"What do people do in a Library, Jungkook?"

"Fuck"

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[those-late-night-feels]

Letters

Part 3

Summary: Writing everything down should help you process your feelings. Somehow it always turns into letters to him.

Warnings: Grief, angst, eventual smut.

Feb. 23

Time since you've left doesn't pass like it used to. I find myself staring out, my vision blurred at moments–grains of sand, waves crashing in, the starry night sky–spans of seconds and hours feel the same. Everything now overlaps, past with present, like a palimpsest, everywhere I look traces of you remain. You're like a ghost that haunts me and I ache for one of those visions to be real.

Are you still out there, somewhere in the vastness in front of me? I've heard the stories of your multiple deaths, only to come back again somehow. Is this another trick? Sometimes I feel like I'm going insane.

Fingertips drew lines in the sand, making patterns that would soon wash away with the tide. The cool breeze was welcomed as the sun dipped into the horizon, waiting until you could count the stars again, search for a planet (maybe two). He once told you how many different planets he had been to in his lifetime, at the time you were only half listening while studying for a mission. Did he say 200? Or was it closer to three?

As the sun's last rays passed below the curvature of the earth and the stars began to appear, it brought you back to your last mission with him. The Quinjet flew in stealth mode at dusk, and the team would arrive in Lichtenstein by nightfall.

The mission would take a few days, first surveillance and then infiltration. A hotel room was booked for you and Loki under the cover of a traveling couple.

It was cold when you arrived, the wind biting through your layers. Loki had changed appearances, donning a dark cropped haircut and a pristine suit. When he emerged from the Quinjet, he held his arm out. "Ready darling?"

Tucking a red strand of hair from the wig you wore behind your ear, you took his arm. A private car waited on the tarmac to take you to the hotel where you'd set up surveillance.

The hotel room was large, a living area, kitchenette, and a luscious separate bedroom adorned with fluffy pillows and blush roses. Sleeping arrangements ignored, you focused on setting up the surveillance, preparing for the long night ahead.

Time passed by slowly while watching with long lenses from the window, earpieces to pick up anything unusual. Loki stretched in the hard wooden chair, exasperated. "This is it, this is how I'm going to die."

You side eyed him from the surveillance lense. So dramatic. "Is this work below the means of a god?"

"I thought when they requested my skills, it would be for fighting and deception. Not whatever this is," he said, waving his hand in front of the window. "Please, regale me with tales of your life. Anything would be livelier than this!"

"I'm flattered you think my life story would be slightly less dull than this. But, I thought you already knew everything when you invaded my mind…" you said flatly, pausing to listen in on your headphones and take notes.

He pursed his lips and studied you. Adorable, trying to ignore him.

"Despite what you think, I barely touched the surface." He propped his legs up on the table in a flourish, head cradled in his hands. "Please, how is it that you've never allowed a man or woman to experience you so intimately? Do you…not have that desire?"

The clicking of keystrokes on the laptop were the only sound for a moment, focusing on a steady breath as your cheeks warmed. He wouldn't get the satisfaction of making you cringe, pressing your tongue to the roof of your mouth. "I doubt you would understand," you said flatly.

His lips turned up in amusement, it was evident without even looking up. "Because I'm a god? Or because I'm ravishing?"

The look you gave him was less annoyed, more matter of fact. "Because I haven't found anyone that matters enough."

There was no snarky comeback, no witty retort. Had you finally silenced him for the night? You turned back to the work and attempted to focus again, the hairs on your arm standing up as you felt his stare heavy upon you.

Did you have desires…what kind of question was that? Of course you had them. But it was hard to hold onto them when everyone either disappointed you or left. Your heart was secured in an impenetrable fortress. For your own protection.

It was hours into the night when exhaustion started to weigh in, fighting the oncoming yawns and eye strain. Loki watched as you rubbed your eyes, trying to shake the need for rest. "Go lie down for a bit," he offered. "I can handle this for a few hours."

He noticed the hesitation. This mission was your baby. It was important. You continued to type up notes, another yawn, eyes straining. Your fingers stilled when the warmth of his palm rested on your wrist. He wasn't one to touch you often, and the sudden contact was a jolt to your senses.

"You need your energy for tomorrow." He spoke your name and your eyes traveled from where his hand stilled, up to his own eyes lingering above. The silence was palpable. Swallowing, you nodded and stood, only allowing an inch of space in front of him. His questioning gaze turned your stomach in knots and a nervous, tired smile crept up your face, giving a quiet thanks and slinking past him to the bedroom alone.

March 9

When it's dark and quiet and the world is still, my thoughts drift to you. It reminds me of that first night in Lichtenstein, laying in bed and you just on the other side of the closed door. Did you think about coming in that night?

I wasn't lying when I told you I hadn't found anyone that mattered enough. But I also hadn't felt someone look at me like you did. My body reacted in a way that wasn't normal. It made me confused. Uncomfortable. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little disappointed when you didn't come in that night. Instead, I was invaded by sunlight in the morning, well rested and ready for the green light to infiltrate that night.

It was a black tie event, which you took to with ease in a sharp suit and slicked hair. Even though you could dress with the flick of the wrist, you fiddled with your cufflinks when I emerged from the room, pausing to give a very obvious one-over.

And when I twirled around and asked what you thought, you gave me one word. "Ravishing." The choice of word wasn't lost on me.

Loki had turned, moving with a determined pace like a wild animal in hunt of prey. Frozen in place, his abrupt movement left you transfixed.

The crackling on your earpiece made you jump and Loki stilled, close enough to feel him near you, but not enough that he would step back. "Alright team," the voice in your earpiece said. "We are T-minus 30 for all positions in place. Do you copy? Over."

You quickly reached to your earpiece and copied, like a child being caught with their hand in the cookie jar. But Loki was much slower, enjoying how you almost squirmed under his gaze. "Copy," he said, his eyes never breaking yours, then to you, "Are you ready to play?"

The event, a charity ball for high profile elites and government officials, was held in a 13th century castle overlooking a lake. Ancient stone walls, moss covered bridges, candle lit chandeliers–if you weren't on a mission, you'd think this was quite a romantic night.

The mission was complex–accessing an official's credentials via their fingerprint and facial recognition, Loki would need to get in close to the subject before he'd be able to use his magic to mimic. After bypassing security, you'd access a main database on the locations of children who were kidnapped and currently being prodded and tested into becoming super soldiers.

A glass of red wine held, you mingled through the crowd with Loki by your side, speaking under your breath before taking a sip. "Mr. X just rounded the corner of the north pillar. You have your eyes on him?"

"On him. Give me two minutes."

You resisted the urge to comment on the amount of time he needed, it was too obvious. Taking a last sip of wine, you slipped through the crowd, down a hallway as Loki spoke into your earpiece. "Got it. Ready?"

You turned a corner and there he was, no longer Loki, but Mr. X, leading the way to an upper room, the door secured by an intricate security system that he unlocked swiftly with a retina and fingerprint scanner. Inside was a vault. You methodically turned the dial, listening to the clicks of the internal locking system. When a portal door emerged, Loki pulled a key from his pocket dimension and presented it to you. "Would you like to do the honors?"

The key slipped in, turning until the door released. Your heart palpitated when the door opened, knowing you were one step closer. Loki grabbed the flash drives, the hard drives, the papers, stuffed into the inside breast jacket pocket. It was difficult to hide your smile, that feeling of accomplishment, and then your attention pulled toward the shouts and footfalls coming toward you.

"Shit," you mumbled, feeling naked without your katana by your side, but it was hard to hide a 28 inch blade within the form hugging dress.

Rushing out of the vault, you followed behind as Loki turned to the left away from the commotion, trying every door down the hall, but they were all locked. Another corner, another hallway, down a stairwell, through the door and back to the crowded party. Your steps slowed while weaving through the crowd, keeping a low profile.

You grabbed a champagne flute, he grabbed your hand, going deeper into the room. He spun you to face him, pulled your hand up to his neck. The abrupt action startled you and he gave an entertained smirk.

"Smile darling, we're putting on a show," he whispered in your ear. Your lips turned up as your pulse raced. "Now, glance behind me and tell me how many there are."

You gave him the details, ten in all that you could spot and their exact locations. The two of you could handle them all fairly well, but any weapons they had might make it more difficult for you.

"Alright," he whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "I want you to take this and head to the entrance. I'll be right behind you. If I notice you are drawing any attention, I'll divert them." He placed the smaller flashdrive in your palm and nudged you away. Head down, heart pounding, you counted the steps toward the exit. You could make it in two minutes. Right, left, right, left. Your eyes went up to two security guards on your right, neither looking at you. It was working, you'd be able to slip by. Sixty seconds. A security guard leaned to listen into their shouldered mic, and then his eyes looked up directly at you. You bent your head back down, turning slightly to glance behind you. Where did he go?

The security guard took a step forward in your direction at a determined pace. And then, behind you, commotion, a glass breaking, a woman screaming, the security guard running right past you, and you were 30 seconds to the exit. You'd make it out. Loki would be fine, he was a god you reminded yourself, he could take care of himself. And yet–fifteen seconds–you turned back and saw him fighting so many of them all at once. You had not been trained to slink away in the shadows to leave a teammate behind, it wasn't who you were.

Loki had dragged the flight out to the balcony overlooking the vast icy lake. He'd pulled his daggers from his pocket dimension, a wicked smile on his face as he fought off the pathetic mortals. They were no match for him. But behind him, you saw one with a baton and a taser at the end. Turn around Loki, watch your back. He was too focused on the three in front of him. Your legs took action before your brain could process, sprinting outside. Lurching at the larger man in a moment and wrapping your legs around his neck, he flipped to the ground with a hard thud. Loki turned to see you hit the ground, his jaw clenched. "What? I can't let you have all the fun."

He grasped you by the arm to help you up. "I recall telling you to go."

You grabbed the baton from the downed man and smiled up at Loki. "Guess I'm a bad listener."

He huffed, turning to fight two men in front of him, while you used the baton like your katana, knocking three men out while Loki easily handled himself, and you smiled to yourself. For some reason you and he made a good team.

Loki turned, feeling your eyes on him, and then a look of panic washed over him as Mr. X stood behind you, gun pointing at your head.

"Enough of this! Drop your weapons." His voice was authoritative. "Now!"

You dropped the baton, giving a small nod to Loki as the daggers clattered to the ground. "On your knees."

Loki rolled his eyes in annoyance, a guard shoving him to the ground. "You too little missy."

Hands by your head, you turned slightly to look back at the man holding the pistol at your temple, sizing him up. He was tall and wiry, he knew how to handle a gun, but not as well as you. In seconds, your hands were on his, first making him drop the gun to the ground, second to flip your body onto his. His balance lost in the surprise commotion, he flailed in an attempt to get you off of him, going toward the balcony railing to fling you off. But if you were going over, he was coming with you. The last thing you heard before your body hit the icy waters below was your name from Loki's lips.

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[cobragardens]

Who is your favorite poet?

Edna St. Vincent Millay! She wrote these poems that sound so simple, even childlike. But any child they were like was an enfant terrible. (Also she rocked the classic Bisexual Haircut decades before it became a thing.)

Here's one of my favorites of hers:

Assault

I.

I had forgotten how the frogs must sound

After a year of silence, else I think

I should not so have ventured forth alone

At dusk upon this unfrequented road.

II.

I am waylaid by Beauty. Who will walk

Between me and the crying of the frogs?

Oh, savage Beauty, suffer me to pass,

That am a timid woman, on her way

From one house to another!

Anglophone literature and poetry, controlled exclusively by men until the late 20th century, has a long and slimy tradition of titillating its demographic with beautiful oblique or lyrical descriptions of men raping women, inviting its (putatively male) readers to partake in tastefully phrased violation and to enjoy the bodies and suffering of women: the pleading, then the laying bare and ogling and desecration of "pure" flesh.

Often these rapes are phrased in erotic or even romantic terms (so much so that the word ravish has lost all connotations of nonconsensuality; looking at you, John Donne 😒), of seduction rather than attack.

Millay is referencing that tradition here, I think. Her speaker is a "timid woman" walking "alone / At dusk" on an "unfrequented road": a classic setup for stranger rape (and for blaming women who survive it). She titles the poem "Assault." The attacker "waylay[s]" the speaker like a highwayman.

Millay is, like so many male writers before her (looking at you, Alexander Pope, you dickbag 😒), toying with the idea of sexual violence against women for the interest of her readers. But instead of using poetry to trivialize men raping women, she uses the literary tradition of rape to increase the impact of the poem, to drive home how profound this experience of hearing the frogs is, how unequal to it and unprepared for it the speaker is, how much power it has to change her permanently if she doesn't get away in time. And Millay does this without objectifying or implying consent or fault of the woman. The woman remains a person the whole time.

It blows my socks off. It's so cool.

But really I love this poem because the line "I am waylaid by Beauty" fucking transports me. It does to me what it says in itself.

#writing #poems #poetry #edna st. vincent millay #nerdery

[mermaidsirennikita]

Do you have recs for books that have scenes where the hero/heroine have sex or almost have sex in unusual places (ie not in a bedroom lol)

Yeah!

an incomplete list based off what I currently recall

PNR (so, basically IAD because I need to read a lot more PNR and these books have.... sex in weird locations)

A Hunger Like No Other by Kresley Cole--hero and heroine have sex in the woods, very intense

No Rest for the Wicked by Kresley Cole--hero and heroine dry hump against his... bookshelf? I wanna say? He's a nerdpire. They also do some oral and tittyfucking on an airplane.

Wicked Deeds on a Winter's Night by Kresley Cole--sex stuff throughout a jungle, special shoutout to the scene where the heroine has her maddened werewolf lover magically bound to a tree and then literally.... backs up onto his dick

Dark Desires After Dusk by Kresley Cole--at one point the hero and heroine (who are on a road trip) have an agreement wherein they stop every 400? Miles I think? And he eats her out on the hood of the car.

Kiss of a Demon King by Kresley Cole--hero ties the heroine to a tree and eats her out like... all night

Pleasure of a Dark Prince--hero and heroine have sex against a stone altar

Anyway, those are a few

Historical:

The Hawk by Monica McCarty--hero and heroine have sex in a cave? I think? But also, more importantly, they have sex on a tiny raft while on a stormy sea and the motion of the ocean makes the sex better

The Recruit by Monica McCarty--hero and heroine have a one night stand on a table in a wine cellar or something; he does leave her something to remember him by

The Duke Gets Even by Joanna Shupe--hero and hero have oral next to her dad's indoor pool lmao. The dad in this book is literally like I know y'all are fuckin all over my house it's whatever make my daughter happy I guess

The Bride Goes Rogue by Joanna Shupe--guided masturbation in a moving carriage

Uptown Girls by Joanna Shupe--sex all over New York throughout this series; I think there's pool table oral, there's carriage fellatio (very trusting of him), there's voyeurism masturbation at a brothel

Ravished by Amanda Quick--hero and heroine get stuck in a cave overnight and he's like "well shit, we're gonna have to get married after this anyway so we might as well fuck" and she's like "okay I guess"

A Rogue By Any Other Name by Sarah MacLean--fingering against the one-way glass or whatever while watching his gambling club goings-on, leads to vaginal sex

One Good Earl Deserves a Lover by Sarah MacLean--hero has the heroine masturbate in front of him in his study, I think he eats her out in a similar location?

No Good Duke Goes Unpunished by Sarah MacLean--hero eats her out in a boxing ring

Never Judge A Lady By Her Cover by Sarah MacLean--pool sex

The Rogue Not Taken by Sarah MacLean--cunnilingus in a moving carriage

A Scot in the Dark by Sarah MacLean--vaginal sex (I think?) in a moving carriage

Brazen and the Beast by Sarah MacLean--she ties him up against a ship's mast and blows him

Daring and the Duke by Sarah MacLean--cunnilingus in a garden where they pretend to not know each other (lmao they do)

I think they fuck in a closet in Bombshell (by MacLean), at one point? He definitely gets her off.

The Duke in Question by Amalie Howard--bends her over against a tree; it's her first time, but he does not know this

Lady Isabella's Scandalous Marriage by Jennifer Ashley--oral at the breakfast table, vaginal sex in his painting room, covered in paint (wouldn't advise in real life). I think the hero and heroine of The Madness of Lord Ian MacKenzie fuck in a carriage too.

How the Wallflower was Won by Eva Leigh--fellatio/vaginal sex in a carriage

Waking Up with The Duke by Lorraine Heath--he fingers her in a gazebo or something while they look at the stars, refuses her attempts to reciprocate, I cried, Ainsley is KING

Wicked in His Arms by Stacy Reid--virginity loss in a closet, after which his mom catches him running after her with them both looking freshly fucked

How to Marry a Marquess by Stacy Reid--hero goes down on his best lady friend in a carriage, they hit a bump or something and he's like that escalated quickly, that got really outta hand

Her Wicked Marquess by Stacy Reid--he eats her out in a solarium or some shit after threatening some guy with a knife, as you do

A Caribbean Heiress in Paris by Adriana Herrera--fingering on the Eiffel Tower, also general sex things outside (not on the Eiffel Tower)

Scandalous Desires by Elizabeth Hoyt--blow your man down in jail, I think he ate her out against a random wall outside before then

Thief of Shadows--public blow job behind a curtain, sex on a desk or something as well

Dearest Rogue--sex on the beach

Scoundrel of My Heart by Lorraine Heath--also sex on the beach I think

The Duchess Hunt by Lorraine Heath--fuck against a tree

Wicked in His Arms by Lorraine Heath--RUM ON LIPS! in his study, he must now replace the carpet (because of the rum or because she gushed everywhere or bo--)

Again the Magic by Lisa Kleypas--virginity loss against a tree... McKenna you idiot

Devil in Winter by Lisa Kleypas--Sebastian St. Vincent making dramatic billiards sex implications before just eating her out against the door while all their employees listen

A Daring Pursuit by Kate Bateman--doggy outside after near death by bear

The Earl I Ruined by Scarlett Peckham--another beej behind a curtain, I just assume that if I'm in public and there are curtains, someone is sucking dick behind them

Duke of Pleasure by Elizabeth Hoyt--fellatio on the STREET, and afterward he made her spit into his handkerchief, if I was feeling punk rock I just would've swallowed because I just sucked dick in an alley but sure

Between the Devil and Desire by Lorraine Heath--sex on a train because Jack Dodger fuuuuu--

The Luckiest Lady in London by Sherry Thomas--sex against? a chalkboard? whatever gets you there

Mine Till Midnight by Lisa Kleypas--sex outside after he spirits her away on his horse (consensual)

Her Night with the Duke by Diana Quincy--hate sex outside

Contemporary:

Lush Money by Angelina M. Lopez--sex everywhere that is humanly possible for two people

The Roommate by Rosie Danan--I think they fuck in a public stairwell? Rock on

Lead by Kylie Scott--sex on his table because a man's gotta eat, sex against the wall where he probably gets her pregnant (lmao oops)

Heated Rivalry by Rachel Reid--most of the sex is in hotel rooms, but a notable moment involves one of the heroes on the phone with his best friend while the other is like "I won't suck your dick as long as you don't get hard" and he's like fine I sure won't.... he obviously does, and has to be all "WOW YOUR BABY SOUNDS GREEEEAT" while getting sucked off

The Long Game by Rachel Reid--same couple as above, sex in the trophy room! they get cum on the NICE LEATHER COUCH

Play by Kylie Scott--super hot car sex scene

Preferential Treatment by Heather Guerre--sex while she seats in his lap and they play chess

Fall by Kristen Callihan--fingering and masturbation on the pull out couch while her surrogate parents are asleep in the next room... freaks...

Sci-Fi:

just saying those ice planet barbarians are fucking EVERYWHERE and most notably in Barbarian's Mate, when he has to carry her on like a seven hour hike home and her legs are wrapped around his waist and they just have to stop and fuck standing up every half hour; pulitzer prize

#romance novel blogging #book recs

[lioninsunheart]

"Turn your face to the sun and the shadows fall behind you." 

-- Maori proverb - Summer. Ravished by Sun. Kissed by dew. Drenched in spirals. Ecstasy. Delight. Symphony of Flowers Awakening. Merging with green and marigold, cherry red and gold. Summer. The heat and the rising. Firebirds, all of us. Somewhere there is a pyre of cinnamon. Somewhere else, is a feather tipped in fire Burning brighter than fireflies. Fairy lights and crickets playing peekaboo at dusk. Make wishes in writing. Somewhere there is a Chariot across the Sky. Somewhere else she is seasoning the soul with heat, with passion, with rising, evolutionary tides and swells. Somewhere else she dips into the nourishment of waterfalls and oceans, swelling pregnant like the moon Sea anemone of changing colors, swooning. Somewhere the Birds Sing a song just for you and here, now it is Summer. If your heart isn't feeling it yet put down your phone close your computer take off your shoes and walk barefoot until you find yourself painted by petals reflecting the truth of a thousand blooms. Words: The Wild Matryoshka -Stasha Ginsburg-

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[offwilds]

❛ don’t shut me out like this. ❜

Twilight is approaching and dusk falling as they stand on her balcony together, watching the sun retreat behind the frosty mountain peaks.

There is a dream-like quality that falls over them, embellished by the sound of the waves crashing against the docks below and the sunlight that spills in through the clouds, dappling her crown to foot. She is rigid at his side, ever cold and distant as she clings to the railing before her, star-pale, celestial, dreamlike, not quite here nor there: her violet eyes are glazed over, unseeing as she fiercely buries her gaze into the world before them. She stands tall and unmoving, her delicate shoulders hard and stiff with floods of emotion that threaten to overspill and drown her, yet she remains, ever dispassionate, unwilling to yield to the whims of her sorrow, her anger, the flooding, drowning grief that's been trailing after her since the fires. She's cold and detached from everything around her, some ancient, mythical creature cut out of marble. She's ravishing. She's haunting, and though his presence is a definitive and welcome deviation from how her day has gone thus far, she takes no pleasure in him seeing her in such a state.  It is sorely evident that someone or something has burrowed beneath her skin and set her teeth on edge.  (— and surely it is only her fortune that Aldric of all people had been the one to find her standing amidst the raucous waves of her impending ire. )

She stirs at his side at the sound of his voice, his words summoning forth her attention from the depths of the darkness she's buried it into, and she tears her gaze away from the mouth of the ocean, instinctively seeking him out. She looks at him in silence. Her eyes, wide open, assume an ardent violet colour, two gleaming shards of crushed amethysts as they sweep over him, and she cannot help the sigh that soon spills of her parted lips, too, that softer, quieter tone of voice that Aldric used so infrequently returning unbidden, weaving between the anxious beats of her heart. She does not say anything; for a long while, she only stares at him, her dark, violet eyes, shining in the late evening light that streams over the both of them, her face stark and bright, veiled by a black, rippling shock of curls. She sighs again, swallows thickly, something very akin to desperation shining wet and terrible in her eyes now as she stares at him with hungered fervour, as she moves closer, quiet, still, distant, still, her body stiff and cold. She lets her silence hang in the air between them as she stares at the witcher, several sentiments stirring in her chest, some far more easily identifiable than others.  The only one she knows for certain is a growing feeling of warmth with his presence near her: he is familiar—an anchor in his own right. He makes her real.

Wordlessly, her hands reach out, fingertips skating over the hard lines of his jaw.  He is flesh and blood, warm to the touch in spite of his coldness; he's real, he's hers, he's everything she's ever wanted, this daughter of Chaos, forever hungered for the world; he's enough.

Still, she does not speak of neither grief nor anger; she will not talk about expectations now, about the road that lies, long and dark and full of terror, ahead of them. She only whispers, “You entertain death too much... You can't go after it, this time.” she speaks of Morgante, naturally, although he does not know it: of that which is to come and has now been heralded to her by her arrival in her dreams, the nightmares that have been plaguing her for days now. Something is coming for them. Something cruel and terrible. “ Promise me you will stay, Aldric.” she seeks to draw the witcher closer now, enveloping him in her arms. Her hands travel up to rest at the base of his neck and she stares up at him through the dark thicket of her lashes, her eyes blazing. “Promise me.”  For these several seconds, there is no distance; there's no sacrifice, no death, no darkness trailing after them; there is only this, there's only him, alive and here, with her, and she is content to let the rest of the world fade into the background.

@ofgradobor

#im emo af. #i can't believe SHE has the ability to love someone this much it's ridic. #& aldric

[thekillingfloor]

5/26/16

The many tracts of my soul winding but not forever entwined into the many and distant yonder places of the past and the future;

passing through me as woven twine both coloured as the burning suns of gentle repose in the still now passing storms,

still dripping from its connecting point in my own blood,

a dark sultry cache of the close lives led into and away from the wake of my own time.

A gentle mixture of the subtle intimates of my hence forth beloved and those who in kind,

did have such stunning love for one another before me.

My soul is but a ravishing combine of the very intimate natures betrothed in all of the memorial times of our winding history.

I find in myself the broken imbalance of my very own natures embellished in the hope of glimmering nought.

The place of reckoning receding to a promise that shall last the all the ages;

from dawn until dusk and then;

no night.

#poetry #2016 #daae #poem #prose

[averygaycat]

You’re as pretty as the stars that brighten the night sky, you’re as stunning as the moon which overrules them. Your eyes glisten in a way as Stunning as the earth and I want you to know you’re as heavenly as the evening sun, setting into my heart. You are ravishing, believe it or not and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise because they are wrong, for dusk until the next and all of those after I know you’re beautiful.

yknow

this feels like the sort of cheesy over the top thing id write

also i canot fathom who’d send this to me because there’s only like

one Very Pretty Corvid

who would send me something like this

and she didn’t

the writings nice though

i cant tell if the word Stunning is meant to be capitalised to emphasise it or if that’s a typo

#also ravishing is an interesting word to use #like yeah it makes sense but #there are so many others #why that one specifically? #this isn’t criticism btw this is just intrigue #avery caws #asks

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Best top 10 Travel destinations To Visit In USA 2023 | My Research and Reviews

The United States of America is a tremendous and different nation, offering endless objections for voyagers to investigate. Here Are The My Research and Reviews about the Best top 10 Travel destinations To Visit In the USA in 2023. Whether you're searching for normal miracles, social attractions, or energizing nightlife, there's something for everybody in the USA

New York City, New York

New York City is perhaps the most well-known city on the planet and is frequently alluded to as the social capital of the world. The city is a centre point of action, offering a fantastic scope of attractions and encounters for guests. New York City is one of the top travel destinations in 2023 and also the Best top 10 Travel destinatios in USAns To Visit In USA in 2023.  From notable milestones like the Sculpture of Freedom, the Domain State Building, and Times Square elite galleries, theatres, and eateries, there will never be a dull second around here. Moreover, New York City has a dynamic nightlife and is home to probably the most popular bars and clubs on the planet.

Los Angeles, California

Los Angeles is known for its bright climate, ravishing seashores, and Hollywood charm and marvelousness. Guests can investigate the city's renowned milestones, for example, the Hollywood Stroll of Popularity, the Beverly Slopes chateaus, and the Dusk Strip. The city is additionally home to incredibly popular galleries, for example, the Getty Center and the Gallery of Contemporary Workmanship. Guests can likewise require a road trip to local attractions like Disneyland, General Studios Hollywood, or the St Nick Monica Wharf.

Washington, D.C.

Washington, D.C. Is the capital of the US and is home to a portion of the country's most well-known landmarks and milestones.

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