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b0ng05 · 15 days

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Sam Carpenter x F! Reader - Mornings Like This MDI 18+

Word Count: 2013

Prompt: Sam Carpenter and her girlfriend being silly and making breakfast.

Warnings: Strap-on, a little bit of degradation, poor jokes I wrote in when I was stoned.

Also, not Proofread. Masterlist

I woke up to a crack of light peering through my curtains. The light blinding my eyes for a few seconds as I rub the sting away. I take a deep breath, stretching out my stiff limbs. As I arch my body in an ‘Excorcist’ type way, I catch a glimpse of Sam sleeping beside me. She laid on her stomach, a pillow tucked between her arms and head. Her dark hair sprawled out wildly along the pillowcase. A bit of drool pooling from her chin to the fabric as she slept. Half of the covers thrown from her body, assumably from her getting too warm at night. Most of her back on display as she usually slept in her sports bras, last night being no acception. I smile as I begin to climb out of bed, deciding to wake up Sam with breakfast, despite my poor cooking skills. As I stand up, the fluffy covers fall from my body, leaving me cold. Being too lazy to search the floor for my shirt, I walked to the kitchen. The cold air didn’t end in my bedroom, the thin fabric of my bra not doing much for my temperature.

I walked over to the cupboard, grabbing out a pan and two plates. I grabbed out the bacon and eggs from the fridge. I decide to start on the bacon first, knowing that I sucked at multitasking. Cutting open the package, I throw some bacon on the pan, hearing the initial sizzle and smiling, thinking about how great a cook I am. What I didn’t think about was what the sizzle meant. Within a few minutes, I’m being shot with bacon grease. Every second was me hissing in pain and cussing out the bacon for being such a rude bitch. With each insult, the bacon fought back, for each cuss, a shot of bacon grease to the tit.

“We have shirts, and aprons. You are aware of that right?” I hear a raspy teasing chuckle from behind me, and the feeling of strong arms wrapping around my bare waist. I smile as I feel her lips pressing against my neck in a tired yet loving way. “I’m aware, but I was gonna bring you this in bed, and then ask for you to kiss my bacon burns better.” I tease back, leaning into her touch as I use the tongs to take out some of the finished pieces. “Oh really? And where are these bacon burns?” Sam playfully pokes my side, her voice filled with sleep. I giggle and turn off the stove top as I finish up cooking. “Got a lot on my boobs,” I tease, not missing the mischevious glint in Sam’s eyes as they drift down to my chest. I playfully slap her shoulder, “My eyes are up here,” I tease, Sam chuckles, kissing my cheek. “ Also, what are you even doing up this early? I wanted to surprise you.” I pout up at her, trying to fight a grin that pricked my lips. “Well, I heard you cussing out the bacon. Did you seriously call the bacon, ‘Fucking whore, bitchwad’? What does that even mean?” Sam grins, her eyebrow quirking up. I sheepishly look up at the ceiling, which was a mistake due to Sam’s taller height. She easily grabs my chin, tilting my face towards her, my cheeks a blushing red. “Listen- the bacon just isn’t cool like that.” I sigh, smiling as I hear her laugh. “God, you’re a dork.” Sam whispers and pauses before kissing me. Her lips pressing against mine in a soft loving way. We pull apart, our foreheads pressing against each others. She lets out a content sigh before whispering softly,

“Please let me finish cooking. That bacon didn’t do anything wrong,” She peeks her eyes open, a mischievous smirk on her lips. “Oh woww, seriously taking the bacon’s side?” I let out a playful scoff, glaring up at her. “There was no witness to testify otherwise,” Sam quipped, a grin on her lips as she slips one of the aprons out of the drawer, tying it around her body. “The red skin on my tits says otherwise!” I huff, taking my seat on the countertop. Sam smirks and holds out her hand for the spatula that sat beside me, I playfully and passive aggressive pass her the spatula with a heavy sigh. “Oh really~? Care to let me see the evidence, preferably in full view, minus the bra.” She hums, glancing at me with a grin. I playfully roll my eyes, playing into her little game. “I actually might need you to do it. Wouldn’t it be corrupting evidence if you let the plaintiff do such a thing?” I giggle, leaning back against the cupboards as I watch Sam cook the eggs.

“Oh, very good point. I think you’re right. Let me just-” Sam smirks, turning off the burner before stepping between my legs. Her hands caressing my thighs, “May I~?” She teases, lifting one hand to snap one strap of my bra. “Go ahead, find the evidence,” I tease, giggling a bit. Sam bites her bottom lip as she slips my bra over my head. She pauses, licking her lips as she eyes my bare chest. “I don’t see any marks yet,” Sam playfully teases. I smirk, running one of my hands through her hair. “What do you mean yet? I already cooked the bac-” My breath hitches as she leans down, her tongue tracing along my breast before she sucks down, her eyes looking up into mine as she leaves a hickey on my chest. Her tongue running along the red mark soothingly before she kisses the spot. “Now we can sue the bacon,” I joke, looking at the mark on my chest. “How? I made it.” Sam chuckled, her hand moving up to grope at my chest. “Haven’t you ever heard of faking evidence, with a blind and senial enough jury, we could totally have a lawsuit on our hands.” I giggle, leaning in to kiss her jaw. Sam laughs, her other hand trailing my spine. “Remind me to never let you be my lawyer.” Sam nods, leaning in to kiss my collarbone. “Hey! I’d be a great lawyer, I’m pro-bono!” I laugh, Sam’s kisses end abruptly as she chuckles. “Oh really? You’d take my case for free?” Sam teases, moving her hands to playfully squeeze my waist. “Of course.” I nod, ”And I’m feeling especially pro-bono at the moment, so if you take me back to our room, I will take your case, and I’ll take it so well.” I tease, my tone both on the verge of laughing and still trying to drift seductive.

“How big of a case are we talking here~?” Sam teases back, lifting me off the counter as she begins to walk us back to our room. “5 month long trial, 7 month, 10 if I’m feeling a bit ambitious-” I laugh, leaning in to kiss her neck. “If you’re this pro-bono, should I be worried about other clientel?” Sam teases, gently laying me on the bed and pining me down. My hands tangled up with one of hers near the pillows. “I’m more of a private personal lawyer, you know you’re my one and only client.” I whisper, leaning up to kiss her neck. “Good girl,” She smirks, “Stay put,” She demands, before getting out of the bed and walking to our closet. After a minute, she comes out naked, with a 7 inch strap around her hips. She saunters up to the bed, standing at the foot as I look at her helplessly, my thighs clenching as she smirks down at me. “Now,” She moves to loom over me, “I don’t intend to waste the breakfast you so kindly started for me, so I’m gonna go fast, and you’re gonna take it like the good girl you are,” Sam whispers, gently biting my neck as her hands move to tug down my shorts and panties. I shiver as the cold air of the room reaches my core with Sam spreading my legs. She reaches down, running her fingers along my slit before slipping two into my core with ease. Her fingers showing no mercy as she begins speeding her movements, her thumb playing with my clit. She smirks down at me, watching as I use all my willpower to keep my hands above my head where she left them.

“Taking my fingers so well~” She whispers, kissing along my neck. The heat in my core begins to build, but before I can reach a satisfying release, she pulls her fingers from my core. “Let’s see how well you can take my cock,” She teases, her hand, wet with my juices, reaches down and jerks the silicon dildo, spreading my slick along it. She positions the head at my entrance, pushing in with no hesitation. My mouth falls into a silent cry as she stretches me out, each inch writhing my body with pleasure. My hands accidentally leave the pillow, clutching around her shoulders. As she bottoms out inside me, she gives me a second to get used to the intrusion. “What did I say?” She hums, grabbing my hands and pining them back down with one hand. She gives a particularly harsh thrust at the disobedience. I let out a loud moan, the stretch aching a bit, but the pleasure far overrode it. “T-to stay put,” I mumble, to which she leans down and gently bites at my chest. “I can’t hear you, honey,” Sam whispers. I let out a soft moan as she attaches her lips around my nipple, her tongue swirling around it. Her hips slowly and gently swirling as she hums, waiting for an answer. “To stay put,” I say through a breathy moan. She chuckles softly, her free hand groping at my other breast as her mouth moves to kiss my neck. “Are you gonna stay put or am I gonna have to let that breakfast go to waste?” Sam teases, being to thrust at a slightly faster pace, but nothing to push me anywhere close near the edge. “I’ll be a good girl, Sammy,” I whisper, my tone a bit desperate as I bite down on my lower lip. My eyes drifting to where our bodies connect. Watching as she begins to thrust faster, the sight of her sinking her strap deep inside me. Her hand moves from my breast to my chin, making me meet her eyes as she speeds up. “You like seeing me wreck you baby~?” Sam smirks, her tone a bit breathless. Her eyes a dark with lust as she goes harder, making me let lose a whorish moan. “Of course you do,” She lets out a soft groan as angle rub the strap back against her clit. “Such a slut for me, such a good fucking girl,” Sam growls, giving a harsh thrust with each statement. Pulling out till just the head was at my entrance before thrusting fully back in. Leaving me breathless and writhing beneath her as I hold her hand with mine above my head. “Gonna cum, Sammy~!” I moan loudly, my thighs beginning to tremble with the force and pleasure of her thrusts. “Cum for me, baby,” Sam lifts one of my legs onto her shoulder and increases her pace, letting out soft grunts and groans as the strap rubs better against her clit at the new angle. “Be a good girl and cum on my strap.” I let out a loud moan as the heat in my stomach explodes, my cunt pulsing around her strap as she fucked me through my orgasm. I tug my hands from her grasp and wrap them around her shoulders. “How about I order breakfast?” Sam suggests sedutively, still a bit breathless. I let out a small chuckle and smirk up at her mischeviously, “What? Pro-bono?” I joke with a giggle, but that’s ended quickly when Sam presses the strap deeper, making me all the more aware of my current place.

#sam carpenter #samantha carpenter #sam carpenter x reader #sam carpenter x female reader #samantha carpenter x reader #sam carpenter x y/n #sam carpenter x you #sam carpenter smut

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probablynotasquid · 2 years

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Imagine an SAGAU imposter AU with gold blooded creator!reader but with a twist. The characters know the creator has golden tears of pain and gold blood but what they don’t know is the gold isn’t visible until it complete dries in open air. Poor reader is chased though the plains of each land and shunned by all except the very young, very elderly and typically hostile creatures that live across Teyvat. While on the run in Inazuma they are caught by the Tenryou Commission and tortured (like the fake vision smith but worse) for days. Various government members from each nation join in the punishment. The red blood and crystal teardrop splatters are constantly being layered and added to so they can never fully dry. Itto and his gang hear about a tortured prisoner and go to bust them out after another session when they know they’ll be alone for a while - not recognising them as the ‘imposter’ until much later on.

The Tenryou torturers + Sara arrive for another session only to find the room empty and immediately sound the alarm about their escape. They’re so focused on finding the escaped reader that they never clean the room they used for several days on end and by the time they return it’s all dried. Reader is found running from the Arataki gang in fear they’ll be turned in and end up getting caught anyway. They’re dragged back to the room through the centre of Inazuma City but when they arrive there they see the floor and walls splattered and layered with thin swirling layers of solid gold. By this point the reader has given up fighting and slumps over in their captors’ grip, oblivious to the horror dawning on everyone’s faces as they realise what they’ve done, the crimes they’ve committed and how badly they f**ked up >>>>:)

AAAAAAA YES OMG

i absolutely love this idea aaaaaa

running through the nations, leaving splattering trails of gold far behind in your wake. occasionally spotted by a local child, recalled to parents and waved off as a wild imagination.

it was all a big misunderstanding. if they had only waited just a little longer, they would have seen it sooner. but they didn't. and now you're standing defeated before them, in front of the very cell you had previously escaped. the one you endured horrible and utterly unthinkable torture for hours, days, weeks on end. your body still ached with the echoes of the endless pain. your blood stained and seeped into the stone dungeon, now a shimmering spectacle of a room. a masterpiece with you front and center as the guards shakily loosen their grip, stepping back in horror.

they finally see, with grief unmatched, their creator. head turned back, confused and lifeless, and the painted wall behind them their golden wings.

i have a very vivid image of that scene in my head and i cannot descibe it well but holy woww yes your mind is brilliant thank you for sharing this with me

#sagau #self aware genshin #genshin sagau #sagau imposter au #imposter au

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lokisgoodgirl · 1 year

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Bow to Me [Avenger!Loki x Fem.Reader]

Part of the Hostile F*cks Collection A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: (15) Reveals and eroticism are rife at Stark's Renaissance Faire. (w/c 4.2k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smuttish. Language.

The veil fastened to your forehead by a simple gold band billowed around your shoulders. Heavy skirts fluttered around your ankles, an approaching banner of war. Thor’s eyes grew wide with alarm, seeing your determined stride through a maze of colourful bunting. There would be no escape this time. He threw a fresh candy apple to the side mid-bite, taking off with a comical run to the nearest high topped tent. It was thirty minutes into Stark’s annual family fun-day. The theme this year? Renaissance Faire. And you were already prepared to go medieval on pretty much everybody in attendance.

Several wide-eyed children looked up at you in awe as you strode between them, the heavy folds of your skirts swishing purposefully on your way to confront the cowardly god. “Fhor is afwaid of her.” one of the children lisped, to a chorus of hushed woww’s that followed you like a breeze. You smirked, lifting the luxurious panel of the costume tent to reveal a cowering Thor trying frantically to conceal himself with ye olde dust sheet. “Desist, woman!” he whined dramatically, stretching out a hand with the sheet hanging limply, the other shielding his eyes. “Do not tempt me with your corseted bosom and coquettish wiles, I beg of you. You know not what you do!" You folded your arms, trying not to laugh. “I’m not trying to make you break the Oath of Most Ass-yoor-red Recompense, idiot - your dick is safe as far as I’m concerned.” you said, watching Thor’s eye squint between parted fingers. “You know of this?” he mumbled warily. “Oh, I know of this.” you smirked. His arms fell to his sides, a look of bamboozled relief on his face. “Thank the gods.” he murmured. “I thought for sure when I saw your fiery demeanour out yonder that you had finally come to your senses and decided you must have me.” he looked at you with sudden panic. “Not that I would-I wouldn’t...oh, do not tell my broth-” You raised a hand, his words fumbling to a merciful stop. “I need to ask you something.” you said slowly, hoping he could sense the need for some semblance of sincerity. Thor's brow furrowed. “Loki said I needed to speak to you, it’s weird – so, well he can see...he says- um, flashes of things in my head and I wondered…” you trailed off, feeling suddenly foolish under Thor’s blank stare. “Go on.” he gestured expectantly, arms folded. His brows were raised, as if you had said nothing of any note at all. It was your turn to frown. “Well, what the fuck is up with that? It’s rude.” you snapped. Thor chuckled. “You are in love with him. Obviously.” he scoffed, turning over his shoulder to glance at himself in the mirror. He smoothed a rogue blonde strand, pouting. “Why do people keep saying that?” you huffed, brushing the front of your dress as heat rose in your cheeks. “Everyone knows I can’t stand him so I don’t know why you’re both obsessed with-”

“Mother used to do it to me all the time…” he continued, ignoring you as he re-adjusted the short velvet cape clasped to his shoulders. He had dressed as a king for today’s festivities. Because of course he had.

“I understand your misgivings. It is rather inconvenient. For instance, if you wish to conceal that it was you who mistakenly defecated in the pantry and your mother asks you who defecated in the pantry and you are trying to think of anything but defac-” “-OK, Thor.” you cut him off with a snap, heart thundering. “...But in my defence” he continued unwaveringly, straightening his garish plastic crown. “I was a mere five hundred at the time. Just discovered ale, you see.” he said, turning with an innocent grin which faltered when he saw your steely stare. You frowned as Thor cleared his throat. “Even you mortals have an innate barrier to the invasive sight of others, something you enact as easily as breathing.” he said, traces of mirth ebbing. “When a person feels love, that barrier falters – and recipients of that love who are gifted with magic can, you know...” “See into their thoughts?” you finished. Thor shook his head. “Read their emotions, things that make them feel. Like empathy, as overrated as is it. Or guilt – such as the guilt one may feel over allegedly defecating in a pantry.” You rolled your eyes. “Well it’s bullshit. I can’t love him – he’s awful.” Thor nodded sagely, straightening his velvet tunic. “My brother likely shares your disquiet, in all honesty.” he muttered, adjusting his crown. “In truth, I thought he would be more unbearable when this eventually happened, but he has maintained a surprising amount of decorum. You should thank him.” “Thank him?!" you snorted incredulously. "I don’t think so.” Thor preened, as moments passed in silence. “Wait…” you said slowly. “He’s never been able to do this before?” Thor shrugged, swishing his cape theatrically across his chest. He looked at you blankly as your eyes widened in disbelief. “You mean...no one’s ever loved him? How is that possible?” you whispered, hearing Thor chuckle. “You speak of love often for someone who is not, in fact, in love.” he said, raising a bushy eyebrow. “In answer to your question...those who may have developed those feelings for him became...distracted.” Thor shuffled on his feet, gaze drawn back to himself in the mirror. “Distracted?” you murmured curiously. “Yes.” he replied. “By me. An unfortunate consequence of being the unquestionable biological jewel of the family, one cannot blame them really.” You suddenly remembered the conversation which sparked their sword-fight in the training hall last month. ‘Since when did you respect the Covenant of the First Seed, brother?’ Loki had spat with fire. You remembered the casual indifference painted on Thor’s brow, radiating a confidence that was severely lacking in his present state. ‘I see not how it is my fault that you could not satisfy your lovers, Loki.’ the blonde in front of you had said. “You fucked his girlfriends? Thor, that’s sick.” you hissed, shaking your head. Thor chuckled again. “They came to me, my Lady. In their glances across the dining hall with red jewels in their hair. Flashing garters a deep shade of maroon that would make Borr himself weak. The Ordinance of the Colours is no trifle. You know yourself the power of my seductive prowess. How could they resist?”

You grimaced. “Well, I did.” you sniped, folding your arms. “Yes…” Thor conceded thoughtfully, before flicking his hair back. “But you are also in love with my brother so your unnatural tastes cannot be accounted for.”

Your mind was suddenly flooded with memories of the rage in Loki’s hands and teeth as he tore the red dress from your body the night of the shareholders party. The venom in his eyes as he watched it explode in the air in a burst of green light. The way his stare hardened at the sight of your cleavage cupped in crimson lingerie, the ancient sword conjured as deathly sharp as his cheekbones to set his brother away from you. It wasn’t Asgardian bullshit. It was more than that. And for the first time, you felt something stronger than anger. Guilt. You swallowed, chin raised defiantly as Thor’s smug gaze trawled your features. It wasn’t often he found himself on the stronger side of a debate. You ran a finger nonchalantly along a rail of cloaks hanging to your side, before inspecting the tip for non-existent dust. “Not that he does but I mean theoretically if he loved me, just you know...out of interest...I should be able to hear his thoughts, right?” “No.” Thor scoffed disbelievingly. “That is a ridiculous notion. You are not gifted.” “Right.” you said, lips hardening in a tight line. Thor sighed theatrically. “If it alleviates your malaise, I have never seen him show so much hostility towards someone he has not slaughtered moments later.” “Why would that alleviate my malaise?” you sneered, feeling your stomach flutter. “And I don’t have ‘malaise’ for god’s sake” you spat, unconvincingly, fidgeting with the loose belt at your waist. “Its not like I want him to love me I was just you know, checking.” Thor looked up coyly beneath pale lashes, a smug glint in his eye that he had doubtless learned from his infuriating brother. “My lady, if my observation does not betray his heart, then truly I do not know what does.” You stared at him mutely. He sighed again. “It is nuanced, I grant you. My brother is a frustrating creature. Believe me, I empathise.” He turned back to the mirror, admiring himself. “Rogers gave me a book this yuletide, regarding your 'Love Languages' by some alleged scholar or other. Well, my brother’s love language is... hostility.” he announced, pleased with his assessment. You rolled your eyes, fully aware the butterflies in your stomach had become a flock of sparrows. “Did you read the book?” you said flatly, hoping Thor didn’t catch the twitch of your jaw as you tried to contain the twist of nerves in your chest. “Well, no.” he said incredulously, face softening before he gave a knowing wink. “But that does not mean I am wrong.” You heard the quick succession of approaching footsteps outside the tent. “Thor! Come!” a familiar voice roared, thick and rich. “Preparations for the joust are a disaster. They intend to use horses, of all things – allegedly there are no flighting moose...on Midga-” Loki bristled, one arm frozen in drawing back the tent’s curtain.

Thor straightened the lapel of his obscenely luxurious padded tunic, tilting his toy crown askew. “What think you of my regalia, brother?” he drawled regally, spreading his hands wide to the sides. “I think there cannot be two kings.” Loki snarled bitterly, resting a hand on the hilt of a sword slung by his hip. A dull one, you hoped.

He too was dressed in costumed finery; a lapel of ermine cupping his chin above a perfectly fitted tunic of such rich green it was almost black. An ornate golden chain hung in a semi-circle around his shoulders, making a crescent on his broad chest. You ran your eyes down his long body, a pair of pale hose snug to his endlessly muscled legs. He was positively poured into them, the opaque fabric smoothing the raw animalistic power hidden beneath their cover. They ran down to a ridiculous pair of heeled, buckled shoes. Green, naturally. Loki shifted his stance, feet pointed to the exit. You watched the bulge of his thighs ripple, femurs outlined exquisite against the sinful tights which clung to carved limbs like a second skin. Your eyes lingered on his bulge, the lower curve just visible beneath the hem of the tunic. Saliva evaporated on your tongue. You tried to swallow - begging yourself to forget every historical sex scene you had ever rewound as your fingers pulsed on your clit. The god’s hair fell in luscious waves, set against the white fur tucked beneath his jaw like black paint on snow. He was beautiful. And he too, was wearing a crown. Because of course he was. “You are correct brother, there cannot be two kings at this revelry – but by a happy accident I only see one present.” Thor winked at you again. Loki’s eyes narrowed. “Is that a flirtation I observe, brother?” Thor paled. “No, he’s fine.” you said quickly, feeling your cheeks heat beneath Loki’s glare. He hadn’t spoken a word to you since your last tense encounter in the Snack Shack six days ago, every raise of your hand during meetings causing a mighty roll of his eyes akin to the old days. The weight of your interrupted conversation hung heavily in the air. Wafting like cigar smoke. Stifling.

Suddenly Thor barged towards his brother and turned sideways to exit the tent, the width of his ridiculous puffed sleeves causing him to shuffle awkwardly past his stoic sibling. Loki shot you a cold glare, nodding expectantly towards the exit for you to follow him. You sauntered casually towards the gap, taking no mind of the smouldering gaze rolling appraisingly over your medieval dress like treacle. Loki held the curtain of the tent high, his arm stoically positioned above your head as you finally felt the waft of a fresh breeze on your heated cheeks. “Agent.” he murmured in unnecessary greeting as you passed, making you pause. The scent of him invaded alongside the breath you didn’t know you had been holding. Wood smoked leather and dusky sandalwood. Pine. It clung to his onyx curls; hanging like a un-repentant traitor on every stitch of gold thread wound into the tight tunic snug against his torso. You could feel his eyeline trail down the valley of your cleavage as easily as if it was his tongue. “You’ve been ignoring me.” you said quietly, eyes fixed on Thor standing ahead; hoisting up his hoes with an exaggerated squat. People were staring. “Have I, Agent?” Loki purred, craning down from his position. His lips grazed the tip of your cheekbone as he spoke. Was he smelling your hair? “I didn’t think you would notice. Considering how little you think of our interactions.” he murmured. You could hear a snarl behind his teeth, barely masked venom blossoming on the cusp of each word like brewing tea.

You tilted your chin, the space between two pairs of parted lips excruciatingly small. Raising your eyes to meet his, you found no warmth there. No playfulness. Not today. And to be honest, after what Thor had told you, you didn’t blame him. Loki’s eyes narrowed, readjusting his grip on the fabric panel held aside above your head. “If you have nothing further to say, Agent…” he sneered sarcastically against your ear. His body curved away from you, ensuring that not a single part of his achingly erotic form touched yours. Loki’s haughty condescension sliced through the melting desire in your core, a weirdly comforting irritation usurping it. The thick golden chain hanging against his collarbone glinted in the afternoon sun, vying for your attention. Self-centred, presumptive arsehole, you flamed, feeling renewed warmth seep across your skin. Does he expect me to tell him I fucking ‘love’ him while his brother is rummaging around his crotch twenty feet away? Your gaze locked onto the sight of Thor’s face twisted in confusion as he tried to arrange himself covertly beneath the hose. Loki’s conceited confidence made you boil, a confusion of emotions competing in your addled brain making you feel nauseous. “You’re wrong.” you managed to say, voice strained. Loki chuckled mirthlessly beside you. “We’ll see.” he replied ominously, as you began to walk forward. You didn’t know why you had stopped in the first place. The chiffon headdress fluttered around your chin. Now that the adrenaline of searching for Thor had dissipated, you could finally take in the surroundings of Stark’s much anticipated event. A calculated distraction, you would admit. Swathes of bygone-era dressed guests moved in groups from stall to stall. The faint pluck of a lute troupe audible over the buzz of the crowd, humming like birds in the rustling waves of trees surrounding the clearing. Stationary wagons holding every manner of historical food and beverage you could think of were dotted about. Tony had really spunked the budget this year. Silently, you walked sandwiched between two simmering gods towards the only group of familiar faces; hovering by the food carts.

“What were the three of you doing in the costume tent?” Wanda said coyly, wriggling her eyebrows. You shook your head subtly. Loki frowned. “I think the better query is why Lang is sporting that counterfeit phallus.” he drawled, drawing his eyes judgementally over the protrusion from Scott’s hose-clad hips. The subject of his jibe’s eyes widened, a gargantuan roasted turkey leg covering the lower half of his face. “Wha-?” he mouthed, meat flicking into the air and hitting Nat on the forehead. Scott swallowed with difficulty, gesturing at his crotch with a free hand. “Hello?! It’s a Ren faire! Cod-pieces galore am I right? Everyone’s got em. You’ve got one for god’s sa-” He stopped mid-sentence, gaze lingering once more on the draw of Loki’s hypnotic groin outlined perfectly beneath the tights. You traced the curves of your sometime-lover’s bulge covetously, remembering the smack of the shutters against your lower back as he railed into you like a furious, feral animal; fucking for survival. God, had it only been a week? It felt like years. Loki shifted his stance, folding his arms as he widened his hips. “We both know that I do not require such auspicious modifications, Lang.” he said slowly, a smile tugging his lips as Scott’s cheeks flushed.

“Please tell me we’re not talking about Laufeyson’s ding-dong again…” Steve whined over your shoulder, making you jump. He sashed into the centre of the circle, hands folded together beneath the long brown draping of his sleeves. A wooden cross hung around his neck, a thick rope of cream tied to his waist. Gone was the shock of radiant blonde hair, and in its place a questionable skullcap complete with dark bowel-cut. Friar Rogers. You lowered your eyes to the ground, feeling your chest begin to contract with laughter. For a moment, you saw Loki’s feet shuffle closer; just a little. Steve’s blue eyes widened pleadingly, every inch a man of the cloth. “Can we please try to keep lewdness to a minim-” “-I think what Tuck Shop is trying to say is that there are children, children.” Tony chided with amusement, as he sauntered out of nowhere to take his place beside the good Friar. Deep lines on his forehead danced with barely contained mirth. Or maybe he’d just been at the mead. A resplendent crown sat jauntily on his head, a tunic of red tinselled satin and silver thread replacing his trademark t-shirt and jeans. In one hand, he held a ridiculously large steak on a stick. In the other, a tankard. He took a sip, as Steve glanced around, flinching as a juggler appeared out of nowhere and disappeared into the crowd. Tony burped, before posturing thoughtfully. “Although, I think collectively we can agree we’re all obsessed with Laufeyson’s ‘ding-dong’.” he quipped, raising an eyebrow around the circle. “I mean...it’s worth its not un-sizeable weight in free PR, for one thing.” Steve flushed an alarming shade of crimson, cut off comically at the base of his skullcap. Loki sighed with theatrical exasperation. “Stark, you declared that I was to be the King in today’s farcical proceedings.” he said petulantly, with no attempt to hide his irritation. “Did I?” Tony gasped, pressing a palm to his chest. Thor snorted. “I think not, brother.” he scoffed. “The crown should fall in direct lineage to those who are worthy. I would be willing to concede my post as King of this fete if you would but grant me your renewed Oath of Most Assured Recompense in return?” he goaded, making Loki’s jaw clench. You heard him inhale sharply- “-No more Oaths!” you snapped, making both brothers jump. “This is ridiculous. You can both be kings, no one cares.” There were murmurs of agreement from the rest of the group. Tony raised his hand incredulously while Loki and Thor let out a simultaneous derisive snort. “Both?!” the blonde boomed, shaking his head. “My, my it truly would never have worked between us.” he said wistfully. Loki rolled his eyes as Rogers backed slowly out the circle, seeming to glide glacially with tiny steps beneath the sway of his shit-coloured robes. “Well then one of you change.” Nat growled, as you started to feel the antsy crawl of awkward tension tingle up your arms again. Thor laughed. “There is not one garment in the tent from whence we came that would fit over one of my mighty calves, Romanoff. Tis’ my brother who shall have to concede.” “Did they really think I’d give anyone else the King job at my own damn party?” you heard Tony scoff loudly to no-one. “Asgardians, I’m tellin ya…” You saw the muscle in Loki’s cheek bob as he ground his teeth. Tony bit into the speared steak in his hand, enjoying it all immensely. The dark god’s eyes flashed, a glimmer of something sparking heat between your legs.

“Fine.” Loki snapped, “As it happens I came prepared for such traitorous shenanigans. A lifetime of dealing with you, brother, has taught me to always save my best for when you show your hand.” he smirked, eyes flickering between you and a sceptical Thor. “Besides…” he purred slowly, stalking his gaze in your direction. “I have found that people are quite willing to bow to me... even without a crown.”

He grasped one of the golden tips with his thumb and forefinger, thrusting the ornament to the ground at Thor’s feet with a flick of his wrist. You saw a green glow lap at Loki’s feet, moving slowly upwards. He could do this in a millisecond if he wanted, but he was putting on a show. His twee buckled shoes melted to thick black leather, rolling up his calves like armour. Edges appeared below the knees, shifting inward to coat his carved thighs in matching trousers which, somehow, gave the illusion of being even snugger than the cream tights. You swallowed, unable to tear your eyes away as a wave of wild fur blossomed around his torso; bear or fox or- “-Wolf.” Loki purred rakishly in your direction, his tongue taking its time over the syllable like a seductive bark. “Urgh, I love it when he does that.” Wanda cooed huskily, giving her face a dramatic fan. You rolled your eyes, shuffling with your arms folded. Suddenly your corset felt tight. Very tight. In the seconds your gaze had been averted, a thick leather belt had appeared around Loki’s midriff, cinching the fur. Heavy pendants hung from his neck, glinting in the afternoon sun against bare skin. The wolf fur ran in a deep V to his naval, every inch a slutty medieval bandit. Christ, you thought. I’m fucked.

“This will suit my new posting for the festivities all the better, anyway.” Loki sneered towards his brother as Tony took another gulp of mead. He flicked his hair over his shoulders, the haughty slice of his jaw making you flinch as it pointed to you. “I find that women prefer characters’ with a little more...depth. Isn’t that right, Agent?” Wanda elbowed you in the ribs playfully as Thor squinted; bamboozled. “What does that mean?” he scoffed. “I thought you on greeting duty, of all things…over yonder.” He tilted his head towards the line of families queued at the entrance, excited children jumping up and down. You saw a young girl burst into tears as a manically grinning Friar Steve loomed over her, draped sleeves hanging from arms stretched in greeting before her mother snatched her away. Loki smirked. “I have been re-assigned.” he said, glinting eyes making a flutter shuffle in your belly. His thumbs hooked into the thick leather belt, tugging downward. What you wouldn’t give to feel the smart of that leather whip across your ass as he took you against a tree in the wilderness beyond the faire’s boundary. Maybe he will, you thought as a thrill flooded soared beneath the anachronistic lace panties you were wearing. Loki’s lashes fluttered upwards, his lip curling before those ethereal features hardened again. He had been colder than usual this past week, and you had a feeling that today would be no different, given the circumstances.

“Yah – he’s on the archery range now.” Tony interjected casually, breaking the stare you didn’t know you were burning into the profile of Loki’s jawline.

Nat shook her head. “What the fuck? Where’s Clint?” she said, glancing around the bustling thoroughfare. Tony shrugged, talking through a mouthful of ye olde steak. “Said he didn’t feel like it today, his voice sounded a little hoarse on the phone.” Nat’s brow arched, swinging her eyes suspiciously towards Loki. The god rocked on his heels, a tiny shrug making his shoulders bounce as he tried to contain the smile pressing at his dimples. “I didn’t know you could shoot.” you scoffed, fidgeting with the veil hanging by your collarbone. “You never asked, Agent.” he drawled innocently, running a hand through his perfectly waved hair. “But truly...are you surprised?” Nat suddenly yanked you to the side of the group. She cast a quick glance back to the circle closing in on Loki, admiring his new outfit. Scott was rubbing a palm repeatedly down his pelted chest while the god smirked, pleased with himself. “He’s done something with Clint.” she hissed over your shoulder. You frowned, leaning back incredulously to see the concern etched plainly on her face. “He wouldn’t…” you whispered, glancing at a resplendent, wolf fur clad Loki stretching his ridiculously long arms to Scott's unbridled awe. “Whatever the fuck is going on with you guys, I don’t give a shit.” Nat said quietly. “Go with Laufeyson, find out where he’s put him. Barton could be passed out enchanted off his nuts in a port-a-potty and we’d never find him.”

You narrowed your eyes, trying to read her face. “Nat I…” you started, fully intending to stand your ground. Suddenly there was a low whistle. Both of you twisted around, seeing Loki drawn to his full height; hair flowing over the puffed collar of his furs with his thumb and forefinger slotted in his mouth. The curve of his ass in the aged leather trousers was obscene, thick thighs creasing the material as it fought against its master. Christ, how you wanted to sink your teeth into them as you buried yourself between his achingly long legs. There were screams from the crowd before it parted, a panicked flurry of feathered hats and veils and skirts flying in all directions as citizens fell over themselves. A beautiful black steed cantered through the fray, completely un-phased. It was absolutely huge, the massive muscles of it's broad chest flexing with each long step. It’s smooth coat gleamed, rich tones of deepest blue flashing amongst the inky hairs as it trotted over and stopped with its nose pressed against Loki’s palm. “Shall we, Agent?” Loki purred knowingly snapping his fingers and making a vibrant caparison unfurl on the waiting stallion. The luxurious material fell in folds, dark emerald and vibrant gold with Loki's insignia woven through the fabric. A saddle and reins manifested snug to the huge horse, who whinnied in approval. Words failed you, seeing an ornate curved bow appear in Loki's grip through a wash of flickering magic. He slung it casually over his shoulder, palm stretched toward you expectantly. You vaguely heard Scott’s murmurs of besotted admiration as a sharp nudge from Natasha in the kidneys made you stumble forwards, automatically grasping towards his hand. Before you could protest, the air was knocked out of you as Loki’s fingers gripped around your waist, throwing you up. Your ass landed sideways on the saddle with a soft thump. You scrambled to grip the reigns, steadying yourself. With a graceful bound, Loki swung himself up behind, winding arms encasing you before his nimble fingers caressed the leather reigns from your grasp.

The disbelieving stares of the gathered Avengers crawled in your periphery as his forearms tightened around your ribs. Loki's elaborately constructed garment did nothing to disguise the hardness of the muscle beneath, thick ropes of pure power shifting as he settled. You could feel the slide of traitorous arousal leaking between your thighs, desperately wet and needy for the infuriatingly smug god steadying you against his spread leathered femurs. “You can be my first student, won’t that be fun?” he smouldered darkly, the whisper of his sweet breath skating over the delicate skin beneath your ear. He chuckled softly against your cheek. "Someone has to break me in before I am unleashed on the unsuspecting public, surely." You sighed, a quiver of anticipation betraying the roar of desire between your legs as you pressed them together, hanging off the side of his steed. The horse stamped once. Impatient, like his master. “And Agent…?” Loki murmured through a smirk, the deep baritones making you squeeze your shoulder-blades together against the expanse of rippling masculinity beneath the wolf-pelt. “I have quite the lesson in mind.”

Continued in Bow to Me: Quivering Part of the Hostile F*cks Collection

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iminlovewelliewilliams · 4 months

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Ellie Williams x f!reader

Summary: Its new year and you’re getting ready to the party and Ellie just want some affection 😟💗.

Warnings: None! Just fluffy fluffy fluffy! 🤲

An: Hii! This is my first write, its very short but i think I’ll get better ❤️‍🩹 sorry for any dumb mistake, im still learning english!

Today we have the new year’s party on Jackson, you’re on your room getting ready, putting some makeup while you listen to some music. Suddenly someone knocks the door, you assume that is Ellie. You go to the front door and open it.

“Heyy!” You smile while Ellie enters and give you a hug and a soft peck on your lips.

“Woww somebody call the cops, because it’s got to be illegal to look that good.” She giggles and you rolls your eyes.

“Shut up…im not even ready…and you’re too early! What happened? Did your watch work today?” You joke with her while you sit back on your chair to finish your makeup and she sits on your bed, watching you.

She rolls her eyes and continues to stare at you “a girl can’t come early to watch her girlfriend get ready?” She tease. She was so pretty, in her own way.

Now you’re doing the last thing, red lipstick, you’re too concentrate to notice Ellie coming behind you, she wraps her arms around you, kissing your neck and smelling your sweet perfume.

“Hmm god…you’re so pretty, i think you’ll kill me some day” she mumble making you giggle.

“Oh really?” You say now looking at her through the mirror with a smile.

“Really…” She say approaching her lips to yours, but before touching it, you move away “heyy!!” She furrows her eyebrows.

“Im with lipgloss babe!” You giggle looking at her knowing that she hates the sticky feeling that the lipgloss lets on her lips.

“Ugh but i kinda don’t care right now, because…” She looks at you up and down “Jeez you look so hot” she smiles and quickly peck your lips.

You giggle seeing her lips with a red tone “yeahh…now you’re looking like me…” You say and turns her head to look at herself on the mirror to her see that she has some lipstick.

“I kinda want to stay here tonight…are you sure that you really want to go to the party?” She says playfully and rests her chin on your shoulder, making you laugh.

“Ellie its new year! Of course we’ll go!” You give a little pat on her arm.

“Outch! Okay okay!” She chuckle “god…you really hate me, don’t you?” She say now facing you, looking at your eyes and lips.

“A lot…” you giggle and not allowing Ellie to kiss you again, you pulls her to the front door to finally go to the party.

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hellavile · 2 years

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pizza boy. eren yeager.

⍉ cw: fem!reader, lowercase intended, pizzaboy!eren, standing missionary, cum eating, unprotected sex, brief oral ꒰ m & f received ꒱, teasing, thigh kissing, hair pulling, eren dents a wall lmao, praising, pet names ꒰ sweet girl, baby, pretty ꒱, black coded.

⍉ mocha’s note: was watching high school musical 3 and thought of when troy brought gabriella some pizza and chocolate covered strawberries… yea lol.

“special delivery!”

crinkles of papers become crunched as you frantically shove away your school supplies after leaping out of your bed, airpods in your ears as you hold the phone in your hand you’re currently using to talk to your boyfriend. rushing to your double-doored balcony to tug open, a gust of warm air hits your face, the big tree in your backyard his easy access to climbing up on whenever he came to visit you. leaning over it to see that he was surely there. a woven picnic basket in his left hand with a box of pizza on top, and a single white rose.

“erennnnnn!” your screech is as adorable as your squishy cheeks, pearly whites and thick black prescription glasses sitting on the bridge of your nose fills his view of you glaring down at him. he’s waving up to you after hanging up the phone. your glossed lips are curled into the widest smile he hadn’t witnessed in days.

the man barely has a second to breathe after he climbs your tall tree into your bedroom before you’re jumping into his arms, eren deeply chuckling as he holds your lower backside with one tatted arm after your legs lock onto his waist, burying your face into his cologne scented neck. your comfort eased him in the matter of seconds. embracing you close, inhaling that adoring scent of shea butter on your skin and your favourite bare vanilla scented perfume. your presence is a gift.

“hey, sweet girl.”

you melt into his touch, eren kissing your cheek and humming as he gives you a big bear hug, swaying the two of you side to side. his big hand holds the back of your head, your hair styled in a high bun, blinking at him as he pulls you in for a slow kiss. moaning into his mouth, endeared by his approach. his hands travel to either side of your face, cupping gently, as if you were ancient porcelain, and kissing you deeper with his eyes shut, jaw shifting. bouncing on the tips of your toes, you giggle in his mouth and pull back, pupils expanded and dainty fingers balling his black tshirt up on his sides.

“wasn’t done,” eren’s roseate lips remain puckered, drawing you closer by your bare waist, plaid gray boxers sitting low just under the fat of your tummy, a simple cotton white tank on your chest. eren could feel your hardened nipples over his shirt the more you pressed your body onto his.

“hi,” you squeal, ducking his attack on your lips and giving him a chaste peck on his cheek before going for your next target . . . the pizza.

“woww,” eren drags sarcastically, folding his buff arms as you scramble to pull a few throw blankets out the closet to lay on the floor, excited to see what he packed, and starved. ready to indulge in the greasy, steamy, pepperoni pizza he had brought back from his job. he knew you were gonna be hungry. you’ve been home all day in your room studying for finals while watching horror movies. scream currently playing on the television. “giving that more attention than me?”

“am not,” playfully, you roll your eyes, crossing your legs like a pretzel and happily patting the empty side of the blanket he’s supposed to reside. “c’mon. i can’t wait any longer!”

“you haven’t eaten, have you?” eren raises his brow with curiosity, taking off his dirty converses before taking a seat. you shake your head no, and he sighs. “what’d i tell you ‘bout that? you can’t be up in this room all day studying without some sort of food in your system. i’m surprised you haven’t fainted.”

“i did eat—technically,” the tone in your voice grows quieter at the last word. eren’s face is straight. you hold onto your ankles as you shrug innocently. “i had two bowls of cereal!”

“when?”

“like, maybe ten this morning.”

“my point exactly. it’s nine at night. where are your parents?”

“out on a date. what you tryna say?”

“nothing. i figured they’d give you money for food or sum. can’t focus on a nauseous brain, my love,” eren pokes your nose before showcasing the items he had in his basket . . . well, his mother’s basket for you. obviously, your favourite pizza from the pizzeria he worked at that you’re obscenely obsessed with. he recalls you screeching in happiness when he first got the job as a delivery boy. two things you loved the most. him, and pizza. free pizza even more.

a fantasy, truly. your own personal delivery boy bringing you the worlds greatest delicacy. you notice he isn’t wearing his uniform meaning he changed in the car. the first week of him working there, friday night he brought over two boxes of pizza, knocking on your front door with his wine red uniform shirt with a pizza logo on the heart side of it. fucked you on the kitchen island after you pulled him inside. you bite your lip thinking about it. eren hands you the rose to sniff, smiling and thanking him as he sets up the paper plates, chocolate covered strawberries he made himself, and two pineapple, strawberry, banana, and mango mixed smoothies.

“you tryna get me fat?” you gape in admiration.

“duh, i need you thicker,” eren jokes, slapping your outer thigh as he guides a strawberry towards your plump lips. you shake your head at him before biting into it, rolling your eyes back and moaning, his fixation dark.

“soooo, good. thank you, baby,” you blow a kiss his way, eren goofily gasping and moving his head to catch it in the air. “can i have my pizza now? pizza gets cold fast!”

“pretty girl gets what pretty girl wants.”

eren meant that. after you finish half the pizza, half your strawberries, and literally your entire smoothie . . . that’s when you sink. heart and stomach satisfied. the lights in your room are dimmed; a few scented candles lit. the modern gray and dark interior always feeling like home to eren. he’s laying on his back with an arm behind his head and his left leg propped up he swings side to side gently. you’re cuddling him, cheek on his warm chest and your thigh thrown over his abdomen as the two of you watch nightmare on elm street. dream masters since it was your favourite. screaming the opening song in his ear as he tried his best to fight you off.

around the time freddy turns joey’s bed into a pool of blood, that’s when you’re craving different entertainment. tugging eren in by his silver chain for a kiss, grinding down on his stomach the same time he kneads the supple flesh of your ass inside of your boxers, kisses rough and wet, heads turning and tongues getting sucked on. the tips of your fingers vibrate, making you feverish to touch him everywhere. nudging the thick cock he walks around so proudly with resting on his hipbone. he’s leaking as you tug down his black joggers to reveal his pulsating dick; a blush pink, girth mouthwatering and the mushroom tip engorged with a heavy bead of precum.

“you gonna take this dick or what?” eren rasps over your cheek, pulling his face back to give you a serious stare, tucking a few strands of his long chestnut hair behind his ear. the bracelets on his wrist clashing as he spanks you hard enough to jolt you forward. mouth widening in shock. not that he’s never done it before, but from how hard he just hit you. pussy aching for him even more now.

“so impatient,” you pout, eren hissing as you wrap your small hand around his cock, scooting back to assume your position on your knees in between his broad thighs. eren lifts his hips up a little to adjust his pants until it sits just below his dick. the lights from the tv flashes over his face, slowly licking his lips as a glob of spit dribbles onto the pretty cockhead from your awaiting mouth. using both hands to stroke him all over, twisting the base and slurping on the head, loving endlessly when his eyes falter shut. thigh twitching as a deep ‘oh fuck, baby’ drags imprudently.

“so pretty,” the way the muscles by your eyes droop into this state of awe blows him up inside, way too sensitive right now for you to sit here drooling and playing with his cock. there’s only one place he needed it right now. in that warm, honey pot you called your pussy. so fucking malnourished of it that it drives him to a brink of insanity from the mere thought of it every time.

days when he can’t get a hold of you because of school, he’ll pull up those filthy videos you send him during the late hours playing with your cunt like his dirty little slut and fuck his hand until cum leaks down his long fingers. finding a bathroom during lunch breaks to whip out your tits and send to him, or show off a new set you bought with your fathers money. spoiled little brat. daddy’s little princess. mommy’s good girl who goes to college. and eren’s fucktoy who he screws the sense out of whenever he has you in his hands again.

now he has you in his hands, and it’s the greatest feeling in the fucking universe. bottom halve bare with your back to your wall, eren tonguing your pussy with that dangerous metal ball pierced into the anatomy, suckling on your clit on his knees before you. the strands of his hair become tangled in your grasp, yanking the soft ringlets as you grind onto his face, dragging your cunt like you’re marking your territory. eren’s chin gets wetter by the minute. throwing your right leg over his shoulder so he could glide his tongue up your inner thigh. biting, swallowing.

then, since he’s so impatient, holds you up with his forearms locked under the curve of your knees, driving his girthy cock into your messy pussy. knees nearly pressed entirely to the wall behind you as you sob in his neck, nails clawing his mole littered shoulders. patchwork tats on either of his arms. cold chain skidding your chest.

“your face, fuck—you’re not thinking anything,” eren grunts in your face, tears staining your gorgeous face, glasses fogging up. he’s right, you really aren’t thinking. there’s nothing on your fucking mind but the way his dick hits into you at just the right pace and rhythm. rolling his hips to nudge that gummy spot . . . the secret to your silent gasps and pinball irises. “i like you like that. means i’m hittin’ it right.”

“hit it harder!” now you’ve lost your mind completely. unaware that this is your second time cumming, milking his cock and getting him to that breaking point. “s’your pussy. take it. fuck it, eren, please! w’na cum again.”

“make me so fuckin’ proud,” eren whimpers, abdomen tingling with butterflies from your pretty voice cracking and screeching. eren keeps his eyes on yours, brows caving in before he’s keeping you flat to the wall, setting your legs over his shoulders and pressing his forehead to yours before fucking you with more force, faster. pounding so hard he actually creates a dent in your wall, both of you ignoring it as you sob and scream his name until your voice box breaks. until you’re sliding halfway down the wall. until he’s stumbling and fucking you slower because he feels that rope threatening to shred in his gut.

“ooh fuck, baby. ooh shit, baby,” eren’s moans are high pitched, unable to contain them. groaning and losing his stroke after your cunt tightens around him as you cum, bellowing a powerful squeal of ecstasy. when he cums, he has no choice but to hurriedly rush you to toss you onto your bed, slipping his dick out and jerking it with a rough fist until he’s covering your tummy with thick, hot white cum.

you push his hair away from his face as he hovers above you, creating a ponytail on the top of his head with the hair tie on your wrist. eren smirks down at you as your delicate fingers scoop up his cum, licking it like icing with a devious grin.

“oh my fuckin’ god,” eren shakes his head before laughing at you, grabbing your throat and kissing you.

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gardengirl222 · 9 days

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figured its time for sum more chatting!

the springtime angel bombshell!!

makeup & tips to look like a glowing sweetheart angel! its spring! 🤍

here is my spring makeup routine that will leave you looking like a cherub, vs angel, glowing goddess! ᥫ᭡ᥫ᭡

wanna look like this, this spring? 🌸🐇🧁

remember to moisturize, spf and tone before hand! here's what i use as prep 🌸

-charlotte tilbury magic cream or laneige water bank blue hyaluronic cream moisturizer

-beauty of joseon sunscreen relief sun

-lancome hydrating toner or the caudalie natural salicylic acid pore minimzing toner

now for primer here are my go to's (water based)

-charlottle tilbury invisible UV flawless primer SPF 50 ($$$ but heaven!)

-laura mercier pure canvas primer illuminating

-benefit cosmetics porrfessional lite primer water-based (classic, does the job!)

for foundation i usually use a minimal coverage or a skin tint...💁🏼‍♀️ (again, water based 💗)

-charlotte tilbury hollywood flawless filter (can you tell i love charlottle tilbury? lol)

-dior backstage face & body foundation (my forever re-stock)

-dior forever skin glow foundation SPF 15 (love this so so much)

-saie slip tint

-nars light reflecting advanced skincare foundation

concealer!! 💘

-charlottle tilbury beautiful skin medium to full coverage radiant concealer

-huda beauty glowish bright light hydrating sheer concealer

-MILK makeup hydrating concealer

-hourglass vanish™ airbrush concealer (omigodddd!!)

-dior backstage concealer (forever fave)

powders and blush! 🙋🏼‍♀️

-nars powder blush (classic, make sure you get a shade that will give you a rosy almost 'cold' look that matches your skin tone! you wanna look flushed!

-nars afterglow liquid blush

-westman atelier baby cheeks cream blush stick (very 80's)

-GXVE dewyplump collagen boosting cheek tint

-dior forever glow maximizer longwear liquid highlighter (make sure you get it in pink! ik its highlight but it works just the same, glowy and flushed!) 🌸

-drunk elephant rosi glow drops with vitamin f

-too faced cloud crush blurring blush (soft pink!)

-M.A.C mineralize blush (any of the pinks, omigodd woww)

-M.A.C extra dimension blush

-charlottle tilbury mini hollywood blush & glow palette (mix them with ur brush!!)

-givenchy powder

-charlottle tilbury airbrush flawless finish setting powder

-huda beauty bake powder

-hourglass powder

bronzers! wanna look sunkissed!!

-drunk elephant bronzing drops

-hourglass bronzer

-charlotte tilbury filmstar bronzer

-patrick ta bronzer (literally so 80s)

-l'oréal paris true match lumi glotion

setting spray to lock it in!

ive found that this one work best on me and i'm addicted to the smell! but honestly anyone that works best for you should do it! 💕

-charlotte tilbury airbrush flawless setting spray

eye-shadow! you wanna stick to whites, creams, light pinks, light browns

-maybelline expert wear eyeshadow in seashell

-clinique shadow in angel eyes + sugar cane!

-M.A.C eyeshadow in yougurt + blanc type

-too faced natural eyes eye shadow palette (i love this soo much, this is the perfect vibe)

-too faced born this way natural nudes mini eye shadow palette

mascara and lashes! thank goodness i was blessed with amazing lashes lol! i find that if you start by separating the lashes with a semi-dry fluffy mascara, then with a thin brushed mascara, then again with a non-dryed fluffy brush, it works wonders!

-lancome monsieur big volumizing mascara (i loooove thick fluffy brushes)

-too faced better than sex mascara

-lancome lash idôle lengthening & volumizing mascara

-glossier lash slick lift

-hourglass lengthening mascara

i do like to buy the individual natural cluster lashes to place on the outer corner of my eyes to give it that "eyeliner" look, like my lashes are so much longer there and i think it looks so ethereal!

lips! 💋 you want to stick with nudes and pinks, like you just ate red fruit and now your lips are stained, or like a glossed bombshell!

-charlotte tilbury lip cheat liner (ofccc! in pinks and nudes)

-this set ofc!

-too faced lip liner in post-op pink

-any of the pinky/nude nyx creamy long-lasting lip liner

-dior addict lip maximizer plumping gloss in 065 icy blue

-charlotte tilbury collagen lip bath in refresh rose

-fenty beauty gloss bomb universal lip luminizer in FU$$Y

-charlotte tilbury lip lustre in shades blondie, ibiza nights, portobello girl, pillow talk and hall of fame (my signatures)

other tips!! ᥫ᭡‎₊˚⊹ 𐦍༘₊ ⊹

🌸 try and wear mainly white! and def try to mix in some pastels! white makes you look more kind and if you happen to meet the loyl white also gives the wife effect, look it up! its real! 💍

🌸 style your hair! make and effort its fun! you could also add some hair glitter/shine and hair perfume! (i'll make a rec list for these soon!)

🌸 this stuff is like, wow, did you just come back from a tea party at a magical fairy garden where it was raining cotton candy?! ☁️ ☁️

🌸 i find this to be like my little lucky charm and i think it actually works, but, bring around a tiny picture of your fave forest animal and its like all animals love you and i seem to always get the compliment that i would be a woodland flower princess that talks to animals! lol and animal lover always radiates the most angelic glow ugh!!! 💞🐇

🌸 make sure you are keepin up with your hygiene routine and the best no.1 tip is to be kind!! the kindest people are the most beautiful. (ofc when people take advantage of this kindness, pull back bc they obvi do not deserve your presence!)

love ya!

-lene pilar

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Aurora in his edgy teen phase lmaoo but woww he's an artist too :00

Flower: Aight, no more babies, i'm fcking done and closing mi legs

Root genes: hehe no u

Flower: *ends up printing 3 more babies* .-. F*CK-

LDHDLDBDMDBDJ

It's been "the last one" for the past 6 kids, they have a problem

#thylacines can talk #asks #suggestive #faaf au #them 🤝 their mother honestly #shes much the same her body just decided to be less of a bitch about it #though she probably had 1 or 2 clutches in the few many thousands of years she spent with her wyrm that she terminated because he wasn't #ready to be a father. Flower is just insanely unlucky for them to happen to close to each other and so young rip bozo

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supercriminalbean · 1 year

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Things that made me insane during criminal minds evolution:

Written while I watched so enjoy my bumbling mess. Spoiler alert of course.

Episode 8:

Okay I know AJ director this episode but um....why is the flash back based on JJ and Will it makes me uneasy. I'm scared and I'm not even 30 seconds in.

This season is fucked up.

Ahhh Dave and Penelope!! Him knowing when she's stressed or hasn't slept well makes my heart flutter.

He is such a dad (fucking daddy)

Him not believer her about work stress haha he knowsssss.

Atleast he didn't walk into it this timeeee.

David's voice drives me hornyyy I mean madd.

At first glance I thought that was Emily and was about to lose my shit.

Michael is so old....what the hell... Henry... I I know they are old but I...it feels wrong please so wrong. I'm so old now 😭😭😭

What if Will is working with sicarius...

Henry... my heart is aching for you. I also had to ear drop on my parents alot.

Fuck I love sircarius he's so smarttt.

61 people fuck... that's hot.

EMILY OPENING QUOTE YESSSS

I love her hair ahhh.

Ahhh we love Paul. Paul you are fucking awesome.

Awww TARA AND LUKE HIII I missed you.

Damn Penelope in that dress she looks beautiful.

OMGGG GUYSS THEY KNOW WHO LEE IS THEY KNOW THE UNCEL FUCKING FINIALLY.

2ND STREET EVERYONES FACE. Please

No Luke don't question her, his face when he realized and IMMDENITLY turning to his best friend.

Tara repeteing it and nodding like yes she is my friend and I'm sorry it's not with you.

I PAUSE IT TO WRITE THE LUKE AND TARA THING AND SAW A FAMIKY ON TV AMD WAS LIKE HA THEY GONNA DIE. BUT ITS MY FAMILY ITS JJ AND WILL. IM SCARED!!!!

Can we before I push play talk about how I'm so proud of JJ for taking time off and looking after herself my little love.

Henry looks so sad. JJ doesn't get enough scene to be mum and I want more.

JJ please just tell him the truth he desever it, he already has alot going on with your two jobs please.

I relate to much to Henry and it hurtssss.

Tara and Luke yesss.

Knew it!! Parent killerrrr.

The way Emily sighs before ordering people around.

I know, I KNOW. It's bad but my hopes are up for an Emily and JJ moments where Emily helps JJ with her family issues....

Ew the jet.

Ahh did Garcia low key children swear with 'what the actual F?'

This season I need her to drop the proper F bomb and for Rossi to language her. PLEASEEE.

Is anyone else shock with hoe Luke and Tara are in more than 2 scene this episode I love but woww the writers know how to do this.

Rossi 🥺😍😭😭 I love you. The way you speak to victims family make my heart yeet.

What did Rossi see... ooh my love you so smart.

But my lovers are smart.

The way thoes two speak to each other make me wanna ahhh I love them both go much.

Rossi saying bitchy

Okay thoes two thoes two!! I cabr even explain it but best scene ever.

Her still saying he needs threpy is beautiful.

I figures out the reason why I love thoes two,its like the voices in my head talking.

Fuck I love Rossi and Garcia to much its not okay.

Rossi is suicidal driving towards him like that fucking hell. GO TO THERAPY.

Garcia calling him beautiful creatures ahhh

Oohfff old school his smile aww when he pushes Luke.

Will and Henry 💔😭😭😭

They kill Will off I'm sueing

Henry just a kid but oh his little heart has gone through so much...

JJ I want you to hold me like that.

So Rossi just got himself kill that's cool cool cool cool cool beans cool cool cool as.

do you uh...uh think he will get kidnapped and almost die and when he wakes at the hospital it's his best friend sitting there holding his hand... aka hotch...

Or Reid will come from where ever he is and help get Rossi ass back.

#criminal minds #criminal minds evolution #criminal minds season 16 #david rossi #emily prentiss #jennifer jareau #jj #luke alvez #tara lewis #penelope garcia

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maduda001 · 5 months

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[Bom Dia/tarde/noite meus queridos!

Como é que vcs estão meus amores? Eu me encontro procrastinando, F pra minha vida acadêmica...triste!

Enfim vamos lá né!]

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-CASA DE JIWOO, um pouco antes do gato fugir-

*Kaiden explicando sobre despertos e suas habilidades pra Jiwoo enquanto Shion estava na cozinha*

Kaiden: Bem, você é um caso à parte...

*Rooooonc*

Jiwoo: hehe...desculpe. Eu não comi nada depois do jantar...*Deu risada*

Kaiden: Nós estamos falando de coisas importantes aqui...Eii pirralha!*falou tentando chamar pela irmã sem resultados*... Cadê a pirralha? * perguntou pra Jiwoo*

Jiwoo: Senhorita Shion tinha dito que iria caçar, o que eu não entendi direito...*falou tombando a cabeça para o lado*

Kaiden: ahh...ela tá n-

Shion: AHH TU MALDITO ACEITE HIJO DE HMM....óleo mal amado * falou com os dentes cerrados segurando a mão embolada no pano de prato, olhando pra panela com raiva e dor*

Jiwoo/Kaiden:....*ficam olhando a cena da garota usando o pano de prato como escudo pra desligar a panela de óleo que espirrava*

Kaiden:....que idiota* falou em tom baixo olhando pro lado como se a cena machucasse seus olhos*

Jiwoo: Senhorita Shion, tá tudo bem? * perguntou se levantando do chão*

Shion: Tudo sim Jiwoo, fiz um lanchinho para nós, tomei a liberdade de usar sua cozinha, mas não se preocupe que eu limpo * falou a garota se aproximando com três pratos que levitavam com a habilidade de desperta da mesma*

Jiwoo: Woww a habilidade da senhorita Shion é essa? * perguntou com os olhos brilhando para os pratos que flutuavam*

Shion: Haha digamos que sim * falou enquanto pegava um prato e colocava nas mãos do garoto* Fiz Bacon e ovos, espero que esteja bom *sorriu e se sentou colocando um prato na frente de Kaiden tbm*

Kaiden: Humm parece delici-

Jiwoo: O Senhor Kaiden não pode! * falou levantando o prato que antes estava na frente de Kaiden, pegando os dois irmãos desprevenidos que o olharam interrogativamente, Kaiden quase como se o estivesse amaldiçoando* O senhor Kaiden vai passar mal se comer comida normal, deixa eu pegar algo só um segundo. * falou saindo e voltando feliz com uma vasilha para gatos e um pacote de ração fazendo Shion se engasgar enquanto ria, e Kaiden olhar pra vasilha que agora estava na frente do mesmo*

Kaiden:....'Inacreditável. Eu terei de comer comida de gato novamente...e pra piorar na frente dessa palerma' *pensou ao olhar pra irmã que secava uma lagrima de canto de olho*

Jiwoo: Pode cair de boca. Eu sei que é comida de gato, mas faz um esforcinho.

Shion: Isso mesmo Kaiden, você tem que comer também * falou com dó, com Jiwoo do lado concordando com a garota* ....Então tenha certeza de ...* cobriu a boca olhando pro lado* comer tudinho e esvaziar a vasilha * se segurava pra não rir enquanto evitava olhar pra Jiwoo que passava a mão com uma expressão triste nas costas da garota, achando que a mesma estava triste, e pra Kaiden que a olhava com ódio*

Kaiden:....'eu odeio essa garota' *comeu a comida da vasilha* 'fazer o que, não tenho outra alternativa, uma vez que estou com tanta fome e não posso comer bacon...espere por mim Sr.Bacon' *fez uma cara meio triste ao lembrar do bacon*

*Jiwoo comia observando o gato amarelo e Shion olhou rapidamente pra janela ao sentir uma energia que antes estava longe se aproximar da casa de Jiwoo*

Kaiden: !!! ' Que energia é essa? eu não percebi antes por estar fraco...Pirralha' * olhou pra garota que ao mesmo tempo olhou pra ele e cantarolou se levantando e abrindo a porta de vidro, para as ações que Jiwoo olhou sem entender mas sem questionar assim como Kaiden* 'Ela toma conta dos arredores da casa inteira. E não é uma energia qualquer.' O quê?

* O gato cinza se levantou pulando pela sala e saindo pela porta que a pouco tempo havia sido aberta*

Kaiden/Jiwoo: 'O que aconteceu com ele?'

Jiwoo: Kaiden, Shion. Aquele gato acabou de fugir!

Kaiden: Nós vimos. Não havia como aquilo passar despercebido. Está com os sentidos em dia em pirralha * falou sorrindo para a garota* Acho que estou um pouco enferrujado haha

Shion: Não fale assim...só admita que está velho logo * falou provocativamente logo desviando do gato que pulou na direção da mesma*

Kaiden: Não entendo como ele já possa estar de pé. Aquela energia...eii Pirralha * olhou pra garota que sorriu quando ele acertou sobre a energia estar relacionada com o gato acordar* Então realmente tem. Hã? *olhou pra Jiwoo que se levantou* O que você está fazendo?

Jiwoo: Eu tenho que encontrá-lo. * falou vestindo o boné enquanto Shion estava atrás o olhando com orgulho já sabendo o que ele iria fazer* Vai ser terrível se ele cruzar com alguém na rua.

Kaiden: Como é? Você vai caçá-lo mais uma vez? A primeira vez foi inevitável mas a segunda é escolha sua. Além do mais, aquele gato está fraco demais para fazer a transformação.

Jiwoo: O que significa que será ainda mais fácil trazê-lo de volta. Quer dizer é claro que eu me preocupo com as outras pessoas. Mas eu quero saber mesmo é do gatinho. Eu não vou deixar nada acontecer com ele.

Shion: Isso ai Jiwoo! animais são melhores que humanos!! * falou erguendo os braços pra cima aniamadamente, recebendo olhares dos dois, Jiwoo que riu e Kaiden que a olhou decepcionadamente*

Kaiden: Até você Pirralha!?...Tsk, tudo bem. Eu vou com vocês.

Jiwoo/Shion: * se olharam sorrindo* Vai?

Kaiden: Sim. quero saber o porquê de o gato estar daquele jeito. sentimos uma energia sinistra emanando de fora e aparentemente a pirralha já sabe a respeito mas não quer contar * olhou de canto pra garota*

Shion: Eii não me olhe assim, estou tão curiosa quanto você, só sei um pouco, tenho que olhar com meus próprios olhos pra tirar minhas próprias conclusões, Amon só me passou as informações

Kaiden: Ahh eu estava me perguntando sobre esse corvo idiota, pensar que ele estaria fazendo pesquisa de campo, Anúbis está junto? * recebeu confirmação da garota* Entendi, estou com saudades do garotão * Kaiden riu*

Shion: Logo logo vc vai ver eles haha

Jiwoo: Quem é Amon e Anúbis? *perguntou perdido*

Kaiden: Os animais da pirralha, o cão é de boa, o corvo é um merda * falou com cara de nojo para a qual a garota riu*

Jiwoo: Entendo...Certo vamos lá então! me sinto melhor sabendo que Shion e Kaiden vão comigo.

Kaiden: Pare de falar e me sigam logo. E não confunda as coisas não estou indo porquê me importo com vocês

Jiwoo/Shion: haha Não iremos.

Kaiden: Hm.

-PULO NO TEMPO-

*No caminho para encontrar o gato*

Shion: Ahh entendi então foi isso o que aconteceu com aquele gatinho

Jiwoo: Sim.

Kaiden: Hm...seus movimentos de agora são tão bons quanto os de mais cedo. Tenho certeza que sua velocidade desperta, assim como suas outras habilidades, serão desenvolvidas e intensificadas em bre- *olhou de Jiwoo pra Shion ao sentir ela o encarando* O que foi? Por que está com essa cara?

Shion: É que..hahaha é que você está muito fofo assim gordinho

Kaiden: Ora sua pirra- Vire pra esse lado agora *falou se controlando e tentando ignorar a garota que tirava fotos dele* Se eu estiver certo esse incidente está relacionado a outro desperto.

Jiwoo: O que? Outros como nós?

Shion: Exatamente *falou sorrindo enquanto ainda corriam*

Jiwoo: Olha ele está ali.

Kaiden: Espere, se esconda.

Jiwoo: Ué, Por que?

Shion: Ele é um desperto não seria muito inteligente você enfrentá-lo, ainda mais que acabou de descobrir que há amis despertos além de você!

Kaiden: Exatamente

Shion: E esse maldito parece ser bem habilidoso * Falou ao ver o desperto domando o gato a força*

Jiwoo: Eu não sei o que tá acontecendo, mas eu vou salvá-lo agora. Ainda não tô 100%, mas...

Kaiden: NÃO SEJA ESTÚPIDO. Não acabamos de lhe dizer que aquele cara é um desperto!? Você pensa que está na mesma situação de quando lutou contra o gato?

Jiwoo: EU SEI QUE NÃO , EU SEI QUE É DIFERENTE...mas desperto ou não ninguém tem o direito de fazer com o gatinho o que aquele cara tá fazendo!

Kaiden: DEIXE DE SER INGÊNUO. O QUE VOCÊ ACHA QUE IRÁ FAZER? VOCÊ ACHA QUE ELE SIMPLESMENTE VAI DEIXAR VOCÊ IR EMBORA DEPOIS QUE PEGAR O GATO? JIWOO SEO. É IMPOSSIVÉL VENCER ESTE COMBATE. PONHA ISSO EM SUA CABEÇA.

Shion: Vai lá Jiwoo! estarei torcendo pra você! * falou sorrindo, recebendo um sorriso de Jiwoo e um olhar nada bom de Kaiden*

Kaiden: O QUE VOCÊ-

Shion:Qual é, deixa o garoto ir, se ele diz que vai ele vai...não precisa se preocupar Nee-sam, se algo sair do controle eu vou interferir * sorriu com seus olhos amarelos brilhantes*

Kaiden: *suspirou*

-JIWOO PEGOU O GATO-

Jiwoo: Kaiden, Shion. Conseguimos!

Kaiden: O quê? Nós não fizemos coisa nenhuma! E agora ele sabe sobre você...!Você tem noção do tamanho do risco que está correndo? Ei! Me ouçam!!

Shion: Hahaha que emocionante! * Falou flutuando rindo ao lado de Kaiden e Jiwoo*

Kaiden: Essa sem noção! *falou negando com a cabeça olhando pra irmã*

Jiwoo: Eu sei...mas nem morto eu o deixaria lá! Hehe. Eu tinha que tentar ... eu não podia ficar parado.

Shion/Kaiden: *se olham*

Shion: Hahaha é isso ai Jiwoo! * fala rindo parando de flutuar e bagunçando o cabelo de Jiwoo e começando a correr*

Kaiden: Não riam seus idiotas! Maldito...! ele não tem jeito...!

Shion: * Pegou Kaiden no colo* Não seja chato Nee-sam, conseguimos e o pirralho se saiu bem em frente ao velho...e ele é-

Kaiden: Rápido

Shion: É haha

Jiwoo: Pode ser estranho eu dizer isso, mas...Eu tô muito feliz agora. * falou sorrindo*

Kaiden: O quê? Feliz?

Jiwoo: Sim! Hoje eu aprendi que os poderes que eu tanto tentava esconder não são ruins, afinal. E logo após isso, eu fui capaz de ter a determinação de fazer algo. isso é incrível.

* Shion sorria apenas observando a interação do garoto e do gato que carregava*

Kaiden: Calado! Isso não é motivo de orgulho algum!

Jiwoo: IUPII!! * riu animado*

Kaiden: Eu falei para calar a boca!! *falou "Irritado"*

*VELHO BRAVO RECLAMANDO SOBRE O GATO/experimento/confundindo o jiwoo com um rastreador/ mandando o aluno dele achar o gatinho cinza e recuperá-lo e blá blá blá*

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[É ISSO NESSE CAPÍTULO!! ATÉ A PRÓXIMA QUERIDOS]

#eleceed x reader #eleceed #reader #female oc #kaiden #kartein

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