Last Line Tuesday / any day
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Posting very late, and hiding it all under a cut since it's spicy. Starting mid sentence, because, well.
[...]and oh how she’s dreamt of this, wanted this, drowning beneath them.
They shudder and come with a gasp, and she catches them as they shake and go limp, collapsing forward. Soon, they’re next to her, and they’re wrapped around each other. Veyer’s head is buried in her neck, her hand tangled in their hair. Close, they’re so close. Illia lets the moment stretch until they’ve both caught their breath.
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Lyrics that remind me of my favourite characters
Morpheus, Dream of the Endless:
"I had a dream about a burning house/you were stuck inside, I couldn't get you out/...Love isn't all that it seems, I did you wrong/I'll stay here with you until this dream is gone. (Burning House- Cam)
"When I think about it too much, I can't breath/ And I have this dream where I'm screaming underwater." (Funeral- Phoebe Bridgers)
"The edge is razor thin between being numb/and feeling everything/Good days only serve as relief again." (Complex- Katie Gregson-MacLeod)
Dean Winchester:
"And I'm damned if I do and I'm damned if I don't/ 'Cause if I say that I miss you, I know that you won't/But I miss you in the mornings when I see the sun." (Something in the Orange- Zach Bryan)
"To you I'm just a man/To me, you're all that I have/Where the hell am I supposed to go?/I poisoned myself again/Something in the orange/Tells me you're never coming home." (Something in the Orange- Zach Bryan)
"You held the balance of the time/That only blindly I could read you/But I could read you/It's like you told me/Go forward slowly/It's not a race to the end." (You're Somebody Else- Flora Cash)
"I love this place/But its haunted/without you/My tired heart/is beating/so slow/Our hearts sing less that we wanted/we wanted/Our hearts sing cause we do not know." (Little House- Amanda Seyfried)
Marc Spector:
"Well, I came home/Like a stone/And I fell heavy into your arms."
"And I will wait, I will wait for you/So break my step/And relent/Well you forgave and I won't forget." (I Will Wait- Mumford and Sons)
"I remember one evening in the pouring rain/And my heart was an aching pain/Well, fare thee well, my honey, fare me well." (Fare Thee Well- Mumford and Sons)
Crowley (Good Omens):
"Got caught in love and stepped into sinking sand/You had ruin all of our plans/Packed your bags and you're leaving home/Got a one-way ticket and you're all set to go."
"I guess we drift apart in seperate ways/I don't have all that far to go/God knows I've learned to play the lonely man/I've never felt so low in all my life." (Love Me Like There's No Tomorrow- Freddie Mercury)
"Oh, you kissed me/Not to take me home/It was simple, it was sweetness/It was good to know." (We'll Never Have Sex- Leith Ross)
Percy Jackson:
"So long to all my friends/Everyone of them met tragic ends/ With every passing day/I'd be lying if I didn't say/That I missed them all tonight/And if they only knew what I would say if I/Could be with you tonight" (The Light Behind Your Eyes- MCR)
"Could this road get any longer?/I just want to go home/And maybe if I was a little stronger/He would face me, I dont know." (No Way Out- Divide Music)
"Sea and the rock below/Cocked to the undertow/Bones, blood, and teeth erode/With every crashing node/Wings wouldn't help you down." (Roslyn- Bon Iver and St. Vincent)
"A piece of that fractured mountain/I'll take whater comes with it/As long as its yours." (Piece of Your Heart- Mayday Parade)
"Just know you're not alone/Cause I'm gonna make this place your home/Settle down, it'll all be clear/Don't pay no mind to the demons, they fill you with fear." (Home- Philip Philips)
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thirsty thursday idea! since you've done a marking kink drabble, maybe a bruising kink drabble? I've never seen a fic about it. I'm thinking that the reader is really turned on by Loki bruising her with his grip/ roughness. him grabbing her hips while she's riding him so hard it bruises. bruises the next day on her arms/wrists from where he held her. bruises on her thighs from loki holding her down while he eats her out. okay I'm done now, hopefully this inspires you😂
Oh, Lord, I hope this suffices as a bruising kink! I did my best!
𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟖𝟓𝟎
𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
The very first time Loki had left a mark on your skin, you had thought the guilt would consume him.
Tiny splotches of purple and red had quickly blossomed beneath your skin - the aftermath of eager fingers following a week apart - but to Loki, those tiny marks indented in your skin were akin to a bullet straight through your heart.
“I hurt you,” he had said, ghosting the tips of his fingers guiltily along your thigh. “My darling, I can’t apologise enough.”
At first, you had thought it was an act, but the heaviness that settled across his face and the pain shining in his eyes brought the realisation that he meant every word. He truly believed that ten little bruises no bigger than a fingertip had left you in agony.
“Loki,” you had called to him softly, watching his eyes quickly rise to meet yours. Those pretty green irises held so much remorse that you wanted to wrap him in your arms and never let go. “You didn’t hurt me, love. Not in a way I didn’t enjoy, anway,” you added, reaching a hand down to cover his.
Two perfectly groomed eyebrows had furrowed in clear confusion. “How do you mean?”
Beneath your hand, his thumb still traced slowly over the bruise it had left there, and, for some strange reason, it made heat creep slowly to your cheeks. You had talked about so many of your kinks with him - hell, only a few weeks ago you had told him it gets you going when he finishes on you - yet it was this that made you embarrassed?
“I…I like it when you mark me,” you had admitted. “Brusies, biting, I don’t care how, but I like it. I like the physical reminder that I’m yours. I like other people knowing that I’m yours.”
His hand around yours had tightened and you watched the way his tongue darted out to wet his lips. “Say that again, darling, please. I need you to say it again,” he had said softly, a new roughness lacing around his words.
You had bitten your lip coyly in the way you knew drove him crazy. “I want everyone to know that I’m yours, Loki. Please.”
A grin had spread cross your lovers face, one that was both soft yet wicked, and he had climbed back eagerly between your legs. “Your wish is my command, darling.”
That had only been a few short weeks ago. Now, as he thrusts into you almost ruthlessly, his fingers are gripping your thigh so tightly to his waist that you might pass out at how good it feels.
He’s lost the hesitancy and the fear, and now a patchwork of purple and red splotches covers every part of your body that he can reach. Your chest and stomach are covered in bruises - all courtesy of his beautifully sinful mouth - and similar marks pepper the inside of your thighs from where he had held them apart to lick you to your first orgasm.
Tonight, you’re riding a high so powerful and so blinding that you yearn for the ability to stop time, to stay locked forever in this bed with this god between your legs.
Loki’s hand tightens around your thigh as your climax builds, making tiny stars dance enticingly at the edge of your vision. “Oh, fuck, Loki!” you groan, clutching him to you in sheer desperation. “Please! Let everyone…let everyone know…I’m yours!”
He rolls his hips against yours with a ferocious force that makes you whimper and pants roughly in your ear, “I promise you…no one will question who you belong to…when they see you tomorrow morning.”
His lips find your neck and you explode on his cock to the feel of him leaving a trail of fresh marks along the column of your throat. No part of you has been neglected tonight.
Your orgasm has barely faded when Loki pulls his cock from your cunt, and you’re still floating so blissfully on the pink cloud of release that you don’t even raise an objection when he maneuvers your body so that you’re on all fours on the bed.
“Oh, fuck,” you slur out when his cock thrusts back into you. Vaguely, it registers somewhere in your mind that you’ve had two orgasms while Loki has still to have one.
A shiver wracks your entire body.
“Oh, darling,” Loki purrs in faux sympathy. You feel a large hand clamp firmly around one hip while the other gathers your wrists to pin them against the small of your back. His grip on you is heavy and unyielding, and your cunt clenches joyfully around the aching length of him. “It looks like there’s still more canvas for me to paint.”
He gives a single roll of his hips and squeezes your hip in his iron grip. A sharp cry of pleasure tumbles from your lips while you wriggle back against him, silently begging for more. “I do hope you have no prior engagements, my love, because I don’t intend to stop until every inch of you is covered in my marks.”
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