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greenglowinspooks · 7 months

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Alright, since it’s no longer 2 in the morning and my head’s a bit clearer, I present to you:

Liminal Riddler

So, not everyone in the DC fandom knows about this, and I’d bet that even less people in the Phandom do, but at one point, the Riddler had cancer. Had, past-tense, because he cured it. With the Lazarus pits.

And yeah, not everyone who gets dipped in the pits has to be liminal, but one would assume that the sudden replacement of a large number of malignant cells throughout the body is gonna do something.

The Riddler already acts quite a lot like a DP ghost in some interpretations anyways. He’s got a strict gimmick that he genuinely can’t part ways with, he’s campy and fun, he’s incredibly violent, etc.

Also, the way that he would react to this whole thing would be funny as hell.

Do I think the Riddler would really care if the GiW was after him? No. This is Gotham, the government is constantly going after him anyways.

Do I think he would care if Danny was being hunted down by the same people, and his parents were involved? Somewhat. He probably wouldn’t care about Danny specifically, at least not right away, but a young boy running terrified from his own parents would definitely bring back some bad memories, and he would probably give him a hand (if for no other reason than to get back to plotting crimes instead of dealing with childhood trauma).

Do I think the Riddler, whose entire thing is being smarter than everyone else, would care if the GiW somehow let slip that they thought he didn’t have human intelligence? That they believed him to be nothing but an echo of human life?

It’s not even a question. He would be the most insufferable person in Gotham within the hour. Genuinely nothing could stop him, especially not if Danny was helping jailbreak him from Arkham every time he got caught.

Almost every major road is closed. Every warehouse on the Docks is on fire. Somehow, they managed to color the clouds and smog a bright green.

The natives of Gotham would probably get those anti-ghost laws and acts overturned faster than the Justice League, if only to make the Riddler stop. His traps and games aren’t even lethal at this point (due to Danny’s insistence), but they’re so genuinely annoying that the general population is about to beat the GiW agents to death themselves just to get the Riddler to quit it already.

Also, I think that during this whirl of chaos, the Riddler would become quite fond of Danny.

He’s a bright young boy who’s very fond of wordplay, and inventive enough to keep up with him. Aside from the inevitable crisis of “oh god I’m becoming the bat,” he’d probably be happy to take on Danny as his protégé. Even if the boy won’t let him kill anyone (rude), he’s a terrifying getaway driver and can turn the both of them invisible and intangible, making Arkham escapes a breeze.

Hell, the Riddler would probably be willing to make a false identity for the two of them, just so he could get the boy proper schooling.

(Yes, he thinks that the entire education system is a sham and that he could do much better, but Danny wants to go into aerospace engineering, and the Riddler isn’t one to squander someone’s interest in learning.)

(Also, Echo and Query would find the whole thing hilarious)

#dcxdp #dpxdc #dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc prompt #dc x dp prompt #liminal riddler #most annoying mf alive meets entire government agency who decides to insult him within 5 minutes of meeting him #he would rip the GiW to shreds in a week tops #also he didn’t even ask to use the Lazarus pits. very important detail #he found out he was dying and immediately broke into the LOA to dunk himself into the glowing Mountain Dew #the gamer ghost bath water if you will #sometimes a family is a pedantic asshole and his two lesbian henchmen taking care of a half-dead teenager who’s a fan of puns

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coolcoolcoolbutwtf · 9 days

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When asked why he doesn't display the same level of power as he did against Trigon, Shego Danny says the more power he brings forth, the closer he gets to being dead. It's true from a certain point of view

Shego was't surprised at the teens dumbfounded expressions. It truly filled him with such glee as their faces twisted with the donning realisation.

Ever since it got out that ''Shego used to be a hero'' the comments about him " joining the good side again" had ramped up!

'"Oh Shego join us and use your powers for the good"' or a remixed version of "'you have such power but you use it for evil"'. Danny had heard it all and it got tiring fast.

So yes Shego would enjoy the horror stricken Faces of the kidi-heros. Because they would. Not. Shut. Up. About. It!

The older heroes had eventually slowed down but not these little twerps. Was it because he held back too much? Should he start hitting them harder so they learned to concentrate on the God damn fight in front of them!?

It had worked great for him so it must be an effective solution!

(He thought he heard a face slap suspiciously sounding like Jazz's echo in the back of his mind.) A quiet swish followed by humming started up, right on que!

"Well brats I gotta go my ride is here and I don't want any of your twerpyness getting on me!" The kids were hit with whiplash by shego's words still and slight guilt.

Aww look at the little baby Heros feeling guilty. Constantly having forced Shego into annoying situations and forcing him into using his powers. How cute they are thinking about what they did.

He still wouldn't forget it and he sure as hell doesn't forgive them but they really are just kids. Isn't it practically teenagers' job to be annoying to adults anyway? Ah to be young again. But speaking about annoying.

"Oi, Shego stop standing around and hop on already!" His boss's filtered voice cracked to life in his com and had him flipping backwards in a rather Nightwing-esk maneuver (not that Nightwing existed quite yet in this dimension) and gave the kiddos a final wave goodbye before jumping on the revving motorcycle his boss drove. Robin looked even more shocked as the bike shot off.

Danny sighed slightly, apparently his boss still loved a flashy exit! The red helm should really have tipped him off about his dramatic nature or the heads in the duffle bag thing a while back. Or maybe future, that was the thing with interdimensional hopping!

Now what he really wanted to know was how much Red hood was going to pay him in compensation for helping out. Because the annoyances Shego would get for "helping" were going to cost Red hood dearly. Mark his words.

"Oh stop being pissy Shego."

"Fuck off Hood you aren't the one that will have to deal with the hero's and their savior complex constantly now." The laugh Danny got in return just cemented his hatred for his boss. :D

Wip of Shego Danny fighting his boss before he became his boss:b Boss was still fresh free from the LOA.

#dpxdc #evil henchmen/ assistant danny #shego danny #danny shego #i love this #shego au #Danny and red hood have that type of boss henchmen dynamic where they constantly fight #full blown fight #Tables crashing and braking #screaming and shouting #Boss was still fresh free from the LOA.#saw baby ghost core zombie Red hood #Red hood saw Shego and instantly started throwing hands #Danny proceeded to kick Jason's ass #ghost instincts #means throwing hands instantly

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darkmodepls · 9 months

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One of my personal headcanons is that, if Amity Park is entirely liminal, Jason is always the first person to discover it and regularly goes to visit on holidays. Amity's enthusiastic and incredibly violent holidays.

So, Jason is super excited to go see his girlfriend during the Walpurgis Night festival. So excited that he has entirely thrown caution out the window and has been gushing about this festival to his henchmen.

Gotham being Gotham, word makes it back to the Rogues. While some of the meta Rogues are planning to cause havoc while the Bats are without a heavy hitter, some of the Rogues more involved in organized crime (Penguin, Two-Face, Black Mask) decide to try and take out Hood while his guard is down.

The City Spirit of Amity apparently finds this hilarious as it does nothing to stop them from crossing its borders and actually giggles at them.

Thoroughly creeped out by the disembodied laughter, the Rogues spread out to find Hood.

Penguin gets accosted by his Cousin Jack and is dragged off screen. Two-Face somehow starts a fist fight with Box Ghost over whether the number 2 or the number 4 is better. Black Mask actully holds Hood at gun point for all of 3 minutes before he gets bowled over by the brawling duo.

The Amity residents consider this is as good a reason as any to kick off the festivities a couple hours early.

The next three days proceed like the chorus of The Irish Drinking Song. The fighting is only interrupted by offers of food and alcohol.

Hood and the Rogues roll back into Gotham still drunk and slightly concussed. They all stay on friendlier terms once they sober up and at least one of them takes Jason up on his offer of going to another Amity Park Holiday.

#dp x dc #liminal amity park #fanfic #gotham rogues #Amity Park Holidays

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bet-on-me-13 · 11 months

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Danny as a member of Metahumans Anonymous

So, Gotham has a fairly strict No Metas Rule. Not because Batman hates Metas or because the people do, but because it isn’t safe for them to live there with so many Rouges looking for powerful Henchmen. Rogues that will do anything to them or their families to get them to obey.

The few Metas that do live there do so in secret, hiding their powers from everybody else and trying to live a normal life.

Then comes in Danny Fenton. He just recently moved to the City for work, and he just so happens to move in across from one of these hidden Metas. His neighbor accidentally reveals his powers to Danny, and starts to panic because even one person knowing could lead to more people knowing and soon enough he would be stuck in a henchman position being ragdolled by the Batman for the crime of using his Fire Breath to heat up his coffee in front of his neighbor.

Before his neighbor can panic anymore and run away, Danny uses his powers to freeze the doorknob shut. Seeing that Danny is also a Meta, his neighbor calms down a bit.

They start hanging out together, a sort of Metahuman solidarity, and eventually meet another Meta, and another, and another, each time sharing their contact info to keep in touch and make sure everybody else is safe. They eventually meet a couple dozen Metas living on Gotham in secret, creating a group chat to keep in touch and talk.

This eventually culminates into weekly meetings to hang out and discuss their lives, talk about the ways that being Metas affected their lives, explain the various way they unlocked their powers (lab accident, car crash, naturally as kids, etc.), and even play some sports while using their Powers in a hidden warehouse.

It’s a sort of freedom that none of them have experienced since moving to Gotham, a way to let loose and confide in people who understand their lives and struggles. It becomes therapeutic in a way, and it does help that Danny knows a little about Psychology from his sister, so he can help his new friends calm down during a panic attack or talk about tough subjects more easily.

He can also use his Technical Know-How build them some trinkets, as little souvenirs or gifts. But he is also a Ghost, and the love-language of Ghosts is violence, so he makes them little weapons as “Toy Gifts”. He makes a Flamethrower for his Fire Neighbor as a joke, a Blowgun for the guy with Wind Powers, a Water Gun for the guy who makes acid, all that.

They even use the toy weapons in their Games, and it helps that some of their members have healing powers so their don’t have to worry about being hurt too bad.

All in all, it’s a really fun place to hang out with their Meta buddies.

Their Safe Haven.

...

Then one day, Robin sees some people using their powers from a skylight of the Meta Sports Warehouse.

#dp x dc #dpxdc #danny phantom #dc #dcu #Metahumans #metahumans anonymous #support group #mad scientist danny #Danny knows about psychology #Cause Jazz told him #Danny helps lead the support group #Just a Warning: I am going to make this Angst in part 2 #Just so you know

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gremlingottoosilly · 8 days

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Mafia Price mayhaps?

Pretty please :)

Price didn't get into business because he wanted money or because he liked power. He had enough for a small farm and a buffer period of figuring out whatever the fuck was happening in his life, even after the dishonorable discharge over a fuck up he had to cover for the higher-ups. He didn't go into illegal gun trading and organized crime for the love of the game. He had money when he was booted out of the military. It's just that his boys didn't. No money, no purpose, only a dishonorable discharge and feeling of betrayal on their backs - and yes, he understands it's a pitiful fucking excuse for starting to support the very same system he sometimes had to fight, but he does what he has to do. Ghost, Gaz and Soap needed a new goal in their lives - and something as far from being a merc as possible. Besides, after years of service to her Majesty, Price deserves a luxurious leather chair to sit on and good imported cigars to smoke. He also deserves you, a pretty little thing who is way too nice for him. You're out of his world, completely - a nice girl, a good girl. In the past, when he was still Captain Price, he might have considered picking you up with some cheesy one-liner, buying you a drink or something nice to wear, and then ghost you for forever because his job is too dangerous to allow himself connections. He would have prided himself in thinking he is keeping you safe while jerking off to some vaguely similar porn star. Well, Price is done being a selfless servant of his community. He deserves the girl, even if that means moving a bit too fast and having Ghost choke her just enough so she would fall right into John's arms and in his bed. If you're a smart girl, you would know better than to try and resist the most dangerous guy in the whole country and his henchmen. If you're a good girl, you would know just how much he is willing to give you - as long as you don't try to force him away.

#cod #cod x reader #yandere cod #mafia!cod #mafia!price #john price x you #price x reader #yandere price

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stealingyourbones · 5 months

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Prompt Idea: Danny has plot armor.

To start off, Danny’s whole family knows he’s Phantom, and they had to run from Amity because of the GIW. They wind up in Gotham because that’s the one place that The Government doesn’t really mess with.

The reason behind Danny’s plot armor is that in this world, Danny became incredibly overprotective of his friends and family in order to make sure he doesn’t wind up as Dan, ironically making the chance of that happening much greater than before.

In order to prevent this, Clockwork gives Danny and his family a blessing. It works like this.

Imagine you rolled a dice. To Clockwork, there are now 6+ possible alternate timelines that can ensue. Clockwork’s blessing allows those possible timelines to be restricted to only one or two, all of them good for the Fenton family.

In effect, it was like plot armor. Scarecrow attacks a library with Jazz inside? Oh, looks like her parents need her to pick up Danny early, or she drank too much water and needs to go to the bathroom, which just so happens to have a window just in reach that she can escape from.

Maddy needs to get a job? Well, Jazz’s university needs a new chemistry professor (last one was kidnapped by a rogue) and they’re in a bit of a rush so they’ll skip looking for a teaching certificate. No one cares anyways, it’s Gotham.

Jack needs something to do? Well, besides hunting ghosts, he’d always wanted to open a food truck! With Jazzy making sure nothings contaminated and some (slightly modified) recipes from the Ghost Zone, he can finally chase his dream in a big city with his Phantom Food Vehicle! He wonders what some of those shady men came up to him for, or that odd stout fella in the tux.

(The Phantom Food Truck has become a recent cryptid in Gotham. Except it’s not a cryptid, because everyone’s seen the video of the truck hurtling down the street like it’s chasing down the devil, cop cars and vigilantes alike on its tail. And yet, no one could find it. Not even the Bats. That’s about when everyone gave up. When they learned that you don’t find it, the Phantom Food Truck finds you.)

As for Danny? He’s entirely unaware of this, to focused on keeping his head down. It works, for a while. Before fate came knocking in the form of a wicked smile, as if there solely to ruin his day.

The Joker wasn’t having a good day either. He started out having a jolly old time, joker toxin gassing a small high school, making sure to leave macabre presents for his dear Batsy, and then what happens? This random kid just starts running around, helping students, saving teachers, what’s he gonna do next huh? Save a cat from a tree?

What’s worse, his useless henchmen couldn’t even land a hit on the kid! He swears, Bill doesn’t even seem to be trying.

Whatever, they managed to corner the brat, looked like he was standing in front of some other children. So Joker lines the shot, and he fires.

The gun jams.

Alrighty, he takes one from a random mook, and he shoots again.

The gun jams.

No one’s moving at this point. Where there was once dread and tension in the air, there’s just confusion. So Joker points the gun at a goon, pulls the trigger, the shot goes off.

He turns back to the Robin-ish looking twink, and he pulls the trigger.

The gun jams.

And as he starts walking towards the kid to just kill it himself, he wakes up in the Arkham hospital wing with his last memory of the encounter being him slipping on the glowing green contents of some weird looking thermos that the kid had thrown earlier in the fight. What the FUCK was that.

Clockwork doesn’t even care how pissed the Observers are any more, this is hilarious.

it's to the point of ridiculousness that the Bats have an entire file on Danny and they think he's a meta with a luck ability and nothing else.

#dpxdc #bones replies

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zimsbothantennae · 1 year

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I am still not coping with the fact that the two most powerful psychics left in the world both work for Reigen to exorcise little ghosts and call him master and Reigen is just so fucking chill about it like yeah these are my little henchmen they could blow up the planet but I underpay them anyway

#mp100

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novasintheroom · 4 months

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Can you imagine Knives finding out about you? You, who travels with his brother, and dare taint him with your presence? How dare you even consider yourself worthy to walk with Vash.

He watches you from a distance. Through Zazie. Through Legato. Through word of mouth as his fumbling little brother chases ghosts across the wastes. You trail him, feed Vash your lies, your pity. And what a pity his brother is, truly. But the white hot rage that blooms in him like a crackling flower takes place when he finds out you're an item. A pair. Lovers. He could tolerate your comradery with Vash, but only Knives can love his brother - humanity is too dirty with greed and pride to make room for love.

So Knives takes you.

He isn't sure why he doesn't kill you when his minions drag you kicking and screaming to JuLai. For all the racket you cause, he should have. More than a few henchmen come back with blackened eyes and missing teeth from trying to feed you. But something in him - the dark, twisted part that is so consuming - enjoys the idea of toying with you.

He wants you to see what you're messing with. Who he is, why Vash is so afraid of you being in his clutches. But there's also a part of him, small and never acknowledged, that wonders what draws his brother to you, out of all the millions of humans that have been and are on the planet - why you?

You become something of a pet to him. A metaphorical chain and leash to your neck, as he strings you along with promises of more freedom if you behave. You follow him around, rather than his brother. Watch as he brings in more and more dying Plants and revive them through his own DNA. And you ask questions. Lots of them. Knives finds he enjoys answering them, unintelligent and mindnumbing as they are.

He would never admit to enjoying your company. But he plays the piano for you. Watches you watch him. The intelligence in your eyes he will never acknowledge. Slowly, he comes to understand why Vash keeps you around. The way you walk. The lilt in your voice as you ponder his grand plan. How your lips move. And the first time you smile at him - genuinely? - he makes a hasty exit as his heart beats faster and his face flushes. He tries to get you to smile more often, but it is hard - you are still only a pet, after all.

Eventually, you make an escape. The perfect timing, the perfect moves, everything. And Knives finds himself going near mental at your disappearance. You cannot go back to his brother - you just can't. You are his now, his pet, his human. But despite his best efforts, you are gone like the wind. Not even tracking his brother brings up anything. You learned your lesson, and are not putting Vash in any danger...for now.

But Knives knows humans. And you will return to Vash in time. And when you do, he'll be ready to take you again.

You belong to him, after all.

#knives my beloathed #i hate him but he's a fun character to play with #trigun #trigun stampede #vash the stampede #nai x reader #millions knives x reader #vash x reader #NOT plantcest #pls for the love of pete dont see this as plantcest in any way shape or form #nova writes #knives x reader #tristamp

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fear-is-truth · 3 months

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DANGEROUS GIRL

【𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆】: kai anderson x fem!reader

【𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘】: in the midst of kai’s escalating paranoia and anxiety, you’re the one keeping him sane.

【𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒】: 18+; mdni | blood, profanity, handjobs, oral sex (male receiving), unprotected p in v

【𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓】: 1.3k

【𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘】: anonymous

Once again, today's meeting was abruptly cut short, a now familiar occurrence. Kai had vanished into his parents bedroom shortly after. Most of his henchmen had already left, and the remaining few were lingering around. Winter and Beverly sat silently at the living room, like a pair of anxious ghosts.

You sliced through pieces of starfruit, the rhythmic swish of the knife against the cutting board was a counterpoint to the silence.

When suddenly, Kai, wild-eyed and disheveled, burst into the room. His stringy blue hair was a tangled mess, dark circles hung beneath his eyes like crescent moons. In that momentary lapse, a sharp sting jolted through you. You glanced down to see a thin line of red seeping from your finger onto the wooden board. Fuck.

He really should stop popping those fucking pills like candy, you thought in irritation, stemming the steady flow of blood with a dish towel and watching Kai pace around the dining room with manic energy.

“It's here somewhere, I can still fucking hear it..” he muttered tersely, checking behind the framed photos on the wall, under the couch.

“They've got it out for me!" His words were punctuated by a fist slamming into the wall.

“Who are you talking about?” You tried not to sound too exasperated.

“The feds! They’ve planted bugs, all around this fucking house! How can you not hear that?! You don’t hear that? How can you not hear that?”

You glanced over at Winter’s direction, who was staring silently at her brother with a mix of fear and uncertainty as if she was looking at a raving stranger on the street. Something between the Andersons seemed to have shattered in the wake of Kai's escalating paranoia, and you really couldn’t blame Winter for that.

Taking the responsibility on your shoulders, you swiftly approached him, gently grabbing his strained arms. Almost instantly, Kai relaxed at your touch. He craved intimacy; especially from you. His erratic breathing slowed, and for a split second, a small smile graced his lips in response to your tight-lipped one. With a deep breath, you guided him down the hall, leading him into the guest bedroom before closing the door behind you. You turned around to face him.

“Deep breath. You can figure it out Kai, like you always do. You're our leader and we need you, okay?” You cooed in what you hoped was a soothing, maternal tone. It worked wonders; as he didn't hesitate to lean in, his forehead pressing against yours.

“Need me to help?” You asked gently.

“Fuck, you serious?”

“Oh yes,”

•••

His usual attire of hoodies and button-downs hid the broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist, which was just a goddamn travesty. Your thumbs traced the subtle outline of his hipbones before disappearing underneath the army green shirt, snaking upwards over toned abs and muscular chest, each curve committed to muscle memory. Fingers gliding back down to the waistband of his jeans, pausing for just a second.

Hell, you hadn't even known you could find a man's hipbones attractive, you thought idly as you pulled down his boxers.

His breath hitched as your fingers wrapped around his cock. You begin rubbing against his slit, the blood from your hand acting as a lubricant. Your other hand slipped down to fondle with his balls and squeezed gently, drawing out a strained moan from him. You watched as his cock slowly rose upright from your mere touch, an impressive length in the palm of your hands.

Deciding it was enough, you knelt before him, lowering your mouth to his crotch and relaxing your jaw to accommodate his shaft. Kai slid inside you eagerly, the salty flavour of his pre-cum mingled with the metallic taste of your blood made you shiver in anticipation. Tongue started moving flat alongside the prominent veins that pulsated under your attention.

“Yeah... oh fuck, yeah just like that, nghmm..."

Kai tilted back his head with a groan. He was always loud in the bedroom, unabashedly so. You appreciated the lack of pretence on his part. If your pussy was the one place his cock was most familiar, then your throat definitely came in a close second. You surged forward slowly for him to push deeper. His tip probing the back of your throat, the brunette tufts of his pubic hair tickling your nose.

“Thaaat’s it. Attagirl,” he panted, gripping a fistful of your hair to the point it hurt, grinding your face against his pelvis. You felt him stiffen, before he yanked your head backward, pulling out of you so suddenly that you let out a small gasp. Strings of saliva connecting you to him as he looked down at you expectantly,

“Turn around,” Kai ordered, loosening his grip on your hair. You stared up at him. You swore that you were about to orgasm from the pulsating ache between your thighs alone.

“Turn. Around.” He repeated impatiently, crouching down to your eye level.

“We can’t. The others are still outside,”

Your half-hearted protest was met with strong hands grabbing your upper arms on both sides roughly to force you to turn around. His large palms cupped your breasts over your bra and found your nipples; already traitorously hard and awaiting for his attention. Then he shoved both cups up to allow better access.

“Winter and Bev will hear-”

You never got to finish your sentence, as he chose that exact moment to tweak your nipple, kneading the soft flesh of your breast with rough hands. A breathy moan escaped your lips, and you surrendered; knowing that when he began to yank down your jeans, there was no point in trying to fight back.

Kai shoved your upper body down against the floor, so that your ass was up in the air. The air-conditioned chill hit your exposed cunt, making you clench around nothing. He didn’t leave you waiting for long, though. You soon felt all of him against you, rubbing his tip tantalisingly against your slick entrance.

Never had you imagined yourself willingly allowing a man to take you in such a vulgar fashion - bent on your knees, him pounding relentlessly into you from behind. You had been embarrassed the first time, resentful at the second, and furious at yourself on the third time for enjoying it.

Obscene noises filled the bedroom- laboured panting, the wet slap of flesh on flesh, the occasional moan of Kai’s name exiting your lips.

There was no way the others couldn’t hear what was going on. Kai fucked into you fast and hard, and you cried out at the glorious sensation of him filling you, making you feel complete in ways you never imagined possible.

This was what it felt like when he didn’t hold back. Taking you with no mercy.

You liked him best like this.

It wouldn’t take long for you to come, not the way he was fucking you like there was no tomorrow. Kai drove into you one last time with a strained shout, burying himself to the hilt. You weren’t sure exactly when your orgasm ended and where his began. Just that it was so powerful that it made your vision go white and turned your bones into jelly. The vice-like grip on your hips slackened, and you could feel his cock continuing to twitch and spasm as he thrust lazily inside you, grinding his cum as deep as it could go.

He planted a gentle kiss on the spot below your ear. Kai was always like that, opting for you not to see his face after you both came—those fleeting moments of vulnerability were entirely his own, shielded even from you. After a good, hard fuck, Kai would award you with a kiss, or even better, an “I love you” before seamlessly slipping back on his mask of cold indifference.

You treasured moments like these, cradling them to your chest like a string of delicate, lustrous pearls that, despite often feeling like barbed wire digging into your heart, whispered a silent truth – he loved you, as much as he was capable of loving, anyway.

•••

“Speaking about bugs.. does that mean that you think there’s a mole in the cult?” You asked moments later, refastening your jeans and tucking in your blouse.

“Do you have someone specific in mind?”

Kai frowned slightly at the question, considered, then shook his head slowly,

“Not yet,” he admitted, already heading towards the door. You opened your mouth to speak again, but he beat you to it.

“You’re still bleeding for fucks sake.. Let’s do something about your hand first,”

【𝐀/𝐍】: thanks for reading!! english is not my first language, i apologise for the grammatical/spelling errors. i really tried.

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mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess · 9 months

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So yiling wei sect au, through whatever circumstances LWJ gets captured and ofc WWX rains hell on his captors, so picture this:

He walks into the palace of the enemy, doors bursting open and off their hinges as the feared yilinh patriarch walks in, resentful energy winding around him like snakes.

All the henchmen, overcome with power, fall to their knees in fear as Wei Wuxian's ghost army marches into the hall, his eyes glowing red as he calmly tells them to wipe the place clean...

...including Lan Zhan??

"Resentment doesn't affect you usually, Lan Zhan, are you okay?"

"That is not it." He says, overcome with desire because there's nothing more attractive in the world than Wei Ying being like that™️, "I get on my knees for you willingly."

"Lan Zhan, don't do this to me right now, I have to kill people."

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #original thots #wangxian

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magxnoria · 1 year

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Starring Tokyo Revengers Men ✰ As Side Pieces

Cast Line Up Ran, Rindou, Haruchiyo, Mikey, Kakucho, Hajime and Current Shuji

Rated TV-MA

Minors This Isn’t For You

Summary✰ How The Men Behave While Being Your Man on the Side! Got Your Husband Wondering Why Your Booty is Getting Bigger and Your Skin Clearer!

No pronouns up in here but the Reader has a Kitty

Ran Haitani

✰ Ran Loves being the Man you sneak out the house for in nothing but a thin nightgown to get a quick dicking down, “Let Daddy fuck all your stress away” Ran singsong while you suck his thumb

✰ Oh he knows you're hooked on him cause he somehow got your Married ass to get a tattoo of his initials on your inner left thigh

✰ He despises your husband, The Drunken Asshole who pays all his attention to whiskey and Gin that he didn't even notice you get into the Arms of Another Man

✰ Ran dicks you with all he got, He wants you sprung off him and Drunk off his dick. Every night he's massaging your back and Burying his dick up in your tight cunt

✰ He wishes your husband would say something out of the way about Him fucking you, He’ll Shatter the man's bones

✰ In Ran's Opinion, you already belong to him, hell he Brings you everywhere and Introduce you as his

✰ “Ran Haitani being the Side dick to someone who married. Who would've thought?” Sanzu laughed while Rindou shook his head, “ Side Dick? I Have You know Y/N is All Mine. They don't even let their husband fuck The Pussy that Belongs to Ran fucking Haitani” Ran Says proudly as Rindou rolls his eyes

✰ Ran got feeling so deep that he was ready to get Bonten henchmen to beat your husband into signing Divorce papers so he can have you all to himself

Ran Had you folded up on the back seat of your husband's truck as he fucked into you, “ Drunk fuck let me take his babe and his fucking keys, What a fucking joke” Ran Giggled as he gave you powerful long strokes, “ I know this pussy was made for me, You take this dick so well” Ran groaned while he rolled his hips just right to fuck all the senses out of you

“Who does This pussy Belong to hmmm? Ran asked as his fingers ghosted over your clit making you whine, “ My Pussy Belong to Ran Haitani” You moaned as he rubbed circles into your clit. “So fucking good too, you're perfect” Ran groaned while he fucked you so hard the truck was shaking

Rans's dick felt so good in your cunt that you didn't even care about the windows of the truck not being tinted, all you cared about was the way Ran’s dick stretched your pussy open and how his tip rubbed that spot deep in you. “Fuck. Ran Feels so good in me” You moaned as Ran sucked a hickey on your neck

“Can feel your pussy tugging on my dick, you really love me huh?” Ran teased as he slowed his thrusts down to relish the way your pussy was holding his dick, “Ran, I'm Cumming” You moaned out as you watched Ran’s dick enter in and out of you making you cum against him.

Ran was only able to give you three shaky thrusts before he began cumming in your tight pulsing pussy, “I fucking Love you” Ran groaned out as his dick filled you up with his cum. Ran pushed himself deep into your pussy one final time before pulling out of you. “Oops! We made a mess of his cloth seats” Ran said as he cleaned his dick with your panties, “Guess I'll leave these behind as a memento for him, This the closest he gonna get to your pussy anyway” Ran giggled as he tossed your dirty panties on the dashboard

Rindou Haitani

✰ Oh How Rindou loves fucking you and he doesn't feel bad for fucking your married pussy up

✰ He knows your husband and he can never feel sorry for a drunk loser who rather act single than enjoy the beauty he got at home

✰ Rindou treats and fuck you like you belong to him, He loves making you cum hard around his dick

✰ He's In your pussy so much that you hardly ever see your husband because you're glued to the Youngest Haitani

✰ Rindou has fucked you on every surface of The house you share with that bastard you call a “Husband”

✰ It Would make Rindou day if your husband confronts him, He’ll snap his bones like pretzel sticks

✰ You got the youngest Haitani catching feelings and he's not ashamed of it, you're one of the best things in his world

✰ “Rin, you're glowing,” Ran says while grinning, “ Guess it's that Married pussy making him shine” Sanzu laughs while Ran starts snickering. “Yeah Yeah. Laugh it up. At Least we’re Happy together that's more than I about you two” Rindou says before stirring his drink While Ran and Sanzu's laughter halt

✰ At this Rate, Rindou will take you away from that bastard and make you his

Rindou was fucking you in the Offce of the club, his dick hitting your G-Spot so well you could only see stars, “Rinnie, fucking My pussy so good” you mewled with Rindou's hands gripping your thighs. “Fucking this pussy because you're mine” Rindou Grunted while rutting into you

“That silly bastard probably out there wondering where the fuck you went, Doesn't even have a clue you're back here getting dick from a real man” Rindou groaned before popping your tits out of your dress and swirling his tongue around your right nipple. “Going to fuck you until you get knocked up, be tied to me Not Him” Rindou grunted out before latching on to your left nipple

His hips pushed his dick deep in you as he groaned against your nipple making your eyes roll, “No one can fuck me like you do Rinnie” You moaned as he kept up the pace fucking you absolutely dumb. “You got that right. Only I can fuck your pussy like this. Only I can drive you crazy like this Rindou Grunted as he rocked his hips trying to get deeper in you

“Fuck. Just like that Rinnie” You moaned as Rindou palmed your clit making your eyes tear up, “Aww you're about to cum already? Rindou teased as he kept hitting your pussy with the same rhythm that made your pussy twitch. Your Orgasm hit you like a train as you shook against Rindou who had his eyes closed. “Feels so fucking Good” Rindou groaned as his cum seeped out of his dick into your warmth

“Fuck” Rindou groaned While giving you two shallow thrusts before pulling out you, “Now go back out there to that loser with my cum dribbling down your leg and No panties” Rindou grinned while stuffing your panties in the pocket of his Gucci Pants

Haruchiyo Sanzu

✰ Haruchiyo Loves you, He became Infatuated with you from the Moment his name fell from those pretty lips of yours But You have a husband.

✰ He is Selfish and Greedy. He wants Your Time, Your Body, and Your mind to constantly stay on him

✰ Haruchiyo values loyalty but the way your husband treats you makes him sick to his stomach

✰ Your husband is a parasite in Haruchiyo's eyes, A tapeworm that somehow found a way to get attached to the most beautiful being around

✰ Haruchiyo fucks you in his car outside of your house, Inside your Home, and in the private booth of the club

✰ He always Cum Inside you, Nothing will please him more than you getting knocked up with his kids and becoming his in a way your husband never will experience

✰ He wants your husband to say something ugly to you so he can paint the walls with his blood, Haruchiyo is plotting the man's downfall.

✰ He can't wait for the day your husband “disappears” so He can make you officially his but for now he’ll enjoy being the man you depend on for amazing dick and a good time.

✰ “Fuck you till you can't walk, have your knees buckling in front of him” Haruchiyo grins while his hands roam your body

“Love the way my dick feels in that tight pussy huh?” Haruchiyo Teased as he fucked you on The bed you share with the man you married for the fifth night in a row, “Haru, He might come home early” you whined while Haruchiyo rubbed your nipples with his fingers

“Who?? that wimpy fuck?? I got something for him, don't you worry baby.” Haruchiyo grinned before bringing his right hand down to play your clit making you grind up against his hand, “ Pussy so wet for me. I bet you're so turned on right now thinking about what would happen if he catch us, I can't lie my dick just throbbing right now at the fucking possibility” Haruchiyo Grunted while fucking you deep

Haruchiyo's strokes were rapid, Deep, and Long with every push of his hips his tip was battering your G-spot with such accuracy that you couldn't help but scream out his name and claw at his back, “ Fuck, Mark Your Man up. I'm all Yours and take all this dick” Haruchiyo Groaned while he rammed himself deeper in your cunt making you brokenly say his name

“Haru, So close baby” You moaned while he smiled down at you as you throbbed around his dick, Haruchiyo didn't let up from fucking you relentlessly when your pussy started clenching down hard on him, His thrusts became sloppier as he began cumming in you. “Fuck. Milking me dry” Haruchiyo Groaned as he shot his load deep in your pussy only to be disturbed by the drunken slurs of your husband

“You whore!” your husband Yelled while Haruchiyo handed you his keys and Suit Jacket, “Wait in my car for me baby, I won't be long. Oh how I waited for this fucking Day” Haruchiyo laughed before cracking his neck

Round One! Fight!

Manjiro Sano

✰ Manjiro hates being your side piece but he loves you.

✰ You are his one and only but you got that limp noodle of a man as a husband

✰ Your Husband pisses Manjiro off by cheating on you while treating you poorly, these actions alone are enough for Manjiro to make him Go missing.

✰ Manjiro fucks You anytime and anyplace but he loves fucking you in the apartment you share with your husband , His dick gets harder when he knows your husband can catch you two

✰ He prefers to cum in you but if you don't want him to? He blows his load on your husband's pillow

✰ What is your husband gonna do? Try to Beat Manjiro Sano?? Don't make him laugh.

✰ Manjiro flaunts you around, he wants the world to know of his relationship with you

✰ If Your Husband dares to raise his voice or hand to you? He will be expecting a visit from Death Himself after being tortured of course

✰ You Brought out a different side of Manjiro Sano and Now The streets of Tokyo are a little bit more bloodier

✰ Manjiro can barely wait for the Day your husband signs those papers and frees you from this loveless marriage

Sanzu Had his back turned to you as he held your tied-up husband at gunpoint while Manjiro and you fucked each other, “Don't you Love Seeing them Ride this dick?” Manjiro Groaned while you rode him as your husband watched

“ Watching like the worm you are. All tied up on the floor” Manjiro Sighed while rolling his hips up to meet yours, Your pussy squeezing on him more than usual making him spank your ass. “ Ahhh Sweet heart here loves you watching Me dick this pussy right. So wet and Squeezing me harder Than usual! Anyway sign the papers” Manjiro said before flicking his wrist

“You Heard what My boss said. Sign those divorce papers and don't you fucking stain them with your tears” Sanzu Grinned before pressing the gun to your husband's skull, “Shit. if you loved them you would've treated them better” Manjiro Groaned before pinching your nipples making you arch against him while your “husband” signed the papers

“Signed them?? Good Now, watch us fuck.” Manjiro grunted while thrusting up into your pussy making you moan, “ Manjiro, your dick feels so good in me” You mewled while Manjiro closed his eyes. Yes. Gonna fuck you every night cause you're all mine now” Manjiro groaned while you bounced up and down his dick

Manjiro wasted no time sucking on your left nipple as his eyes studied your face and took in your blissed-out expression while he thrusted up into you, You don't know if was the heat of the moment or how Manjiro's dick was pushed up inside your tender walls but you could feel your body shake

“Jiro, Gonna cum” You moaned while Manjiro only hummed around your nipple in response, he kept up the pace of thrusting up into you while your body trembled around his dick as you came hard. “Creaming All down my dick” Manjiro Groaned before laying you down on the Mattress, “Now I'm gonna fuck you till I get My fill. Sanzu Take out the trash” Manjiro commanded while Sanzu Dragged your “Husband” out of the room

Kakucho

✰ Kakucho loves you deeply, it's a shame you're married to another man who mistreats you so

✰ How Kakucho treats you well and he praises the ground you walk on, It sickens him to hear the things your husband has put you through

✰ Kakucho slowly goes out of his character and his mind now thinking like Sanzus whenever you come to him crying. Your “Husband” has to pay for his sins against you.

✰ He always there for you to be a shoulder to cry on or strong arms to caress you with

✰ Kakucho may have a good heart but he also gives very good dick that makes you a whining mess under him

✰ He makes love you to at his place or Hotels, He never wants to put you in a bad situation

✰ He brings you around the safety of Bonten and a place where nosy eyes would not stare, He does this all for your safety

✰ Kakucho Used to be a Heavenly King but he will rain down hell on the man who is married to you if he even looks at you wrong

✰ He will always be there for you with anything you need, he just wants you to be happy with or without him

✰ “I love you so much, I would love to be your man. I know your situation is rough right now and I'm willing to wait for you Dove” Kakucho whispers in your ear while holding you tight

Kakucho was making tender love to you on a bed of rose petals. Your pussy felt wonderful with his dick filling you up, “Feels so Good in me” you moaned as Kakucho laid soft kisses down your chest while he sank down deeper into you

“You feel so good around me “ Kakucho groaned while wetting his lips before rocking his hips at a pace that makes you wild, “ So good Ahh Feels so good” You moaned while Kakucho kept working your pussy with his dick making your body shudder

“So Sweet, So Beautiful” Kakucho Groaned as he enjoyed the feeling of being embraced by your warmth, “Could Stay inside you forever” Kakucho whispered while he pushed himself deeper into you while keeping the rhythm

As if his dick was made for you, he was hitting every spot that made you writhing babbling mess. He rubbed your clit so well that you couldn't keep yourself from getting captured up in bliss, your hips moved on their own as you met his thrusts. “Kaku. So close” you moaned while Kakucho's free Hand caressed your face

“I know you're ready for your release, Let Go. I am Here” Kakucho whispered in your ear as your body followed his command, you got lost in paradise as your body convulsed in pleasure. Kakucho Thrusts stayed strong doing your orgasm, He came in you with a groan of your name before capturing your lips in a kiss.

“I love you” Kakucho whispered before pulling the covers over the two of you.

Hajime Kokonoi

✰ How you got Hajime all messed up! He told himself he wasn't going to fall for you but look at him! Head over heels for someone who married

✰ Hajime despises your husband and the horrible way he treats you, Whenever you come to him with tears in your eyes he considers asking Sanzu to take care of a “Problem” for him

✰ He spoils you, He gives you good dick and Gucci handbags. Your husband is now questioning how you can afford such finery

✰ Hajime Knows you Love him by the way you say his name and the way your pussy grips so tightly whenever he fucks you

✰ He's classy with it. he fucks you in the best of hotels and his penthouse

✰ He Takes you on vacation to Bali, France and Dubai, Have your husband wondering where the fuck you went

✰ Hajime Always Paint your walls with his cum, he sees it as another way of claiming you as his

✰ In fact he knows you will be his one day, your husband is a loser and is losing you to the better man

✰ “If you think you're being treated like royalty now just wait until you're all mine. I'll fuck you on a bed of Money.” Hajime whispered in your ear while he undressed you

The Moonlight shone in through the window of the Hotel you were staying at while he fucked you down on his bed, “ Bet He never made you feel like this” Hajime Grunted as his dick spread your cunt open with every snap of his hips. “Who Keeps you Happy? Who Keeps You satisfied?” Hajime asked before sucking your left nipple, His sharp eyes staring up at

“Hajime Kokonoi, Satisfy me in every way” You breathly Moaned making Hajime Hum as he pulled away from your left nipple with a pop and began to suck on your right. His dick was deep in you as the moon Illuminated the union of you two

“Koko. Just Like That” you moaned while Hajime fucked into you, Your legs wrapped tightly around your lover holding him against you like you were afraid he would pull out and leave you empty. “Only I make you so sloppy, Your sweet Juices coating me so well” Hajime groaned as his dick massaged your walls making him shiver

His dick stayed on your G-spot making you incoherent against the white-haired male, “Fuck. I can feel you throbbing, Pussy Getting ready to cum on me and Take All my cum. Yeah?” Hajime Grunted while he fucked you toward the edge of ecstasy. You struggled to find words as your pussy spasmed around Hajime's thick dick, Your eyes rolling back while your body went limp

Hajime's thrust became erratic as your pussy gripped his orgasm from him, his seed flooding your pussy. “ I love seeing you take my cum” Hajime Groaned before pushing himself deep in you, “Put My Rolex on your wrist and Take a picture for your Instagram, I want him to see how fucked out of your mind you look” Hajime smiled before handing your phone to you

The Caption to the photo? “ Blissed out in Bali Under My Man”

Shuji Hanma

✰ Shuji started fucking you because he thought you needed fun in your life and baby he was correct

✰ Your husband has been playing in the streets while his spouse was lonely in the sheets

✰ Shuji loves being your side piece, it's thrilling. The way you grab at him and ride his dick like you're constantly in heat got him leaking just from the thoughts alone

✰ Shuji is Taking Pictures of his dick in your pussy and Filming your encounters on his phone just to send them to your husband

✰ “Don't be shy! Let that fucker see you get dick from a real man” Shuji Laughs while angling his phone down at your face

✰ He wants your husband to try something so he punches his lights off and then back on again cause he Generous like that

✰ Shuji fucking you nasty on the bed your husband bought in the house your husband pays for and he doesn't feel sorry at all

✰ “Gonna Fuck you till you forget his pathetic loser name ” Shuji whispers in your ear while he thumbs your clit through your panties

“Smile for the camera Baby!” Shuji grinned while he fucked you from behind so good you couldn't even form a sentence, “Where are your words? Let Him Know how good this dick feels in ya or I can stop, Leave you with a wet aching pussy” Shuji said while feigning sadness

“Y-Your Dick F-Feel so Good in me” You mewled while Shuji spanked your ass, “ Nope. Who dick feels good in you?” Shuji whispered in your ear while putting his body weight on your back. “Shuji Hanma's dick feels so good fucking my pussy” You sputtered out while he kiss the back of your neck

“ You got that fucking right. Look at all that cream! All over my dick” Shuji groaned while he lowered his phone so he could record your messy pussy taking his dick so well, “I bet you never were able to make this pussy so wet, Guess you're gonna be mad when you see what this pussy can do when a real dick gets into it” Shuji grunted as he angled his hips to fuck you deeper

“Look at them! Can barely stop themselves from shaking” Shuji teased as he pounded into you just right, “ Just to think you could've had this pussy all to yourself But Now this pussy is mine to fuck whenever I get Hard and I stay hard most of the time!” Shuji Giggled while your pussy pulsed around him

“Ahh, I can feel you about to cum around my dick baby. Lose control” Shuji said he fucked in and out of you good that you couldn't help but lose control and cum hard on his dick, “Fuck. Greedy pussy taking my cum so well” Shuji groaned as his hot cum poured into you. Shuji gave you four more shallow thrusts before Leaning his weight on your back as he messed with his phone

“Sent The Video Off of us fucking, Hope your Hubby likes it” Shuji Whispered in your ear before pinching your hips.

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elithemiar-blog · 1 year

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Field Trip + Danny Fenton Bladder Alarm + Mr Lancer's Class Being Cautious + Wayne Enterprise Tour

Danny's grade goes to Gotham for a field trip, at a select number of sites. During the WE tour does Danny need to use the restroom (1st stop for his group).

The rest of the class, who are used to ghost attacks following his departure, become hyper-vigilant and cautious. It's enough to permeate to other people who also feel like they're about to be attacked, like a pack mentality.

Danny returns and everyone calms down.

It doesn't stop there. Each location he does the same thing (his bladder ended up being an alibi that he can use for school, so he has to do the same while in Gotham to keep up the ruse), and still the Gothamites also react but they don't know why.

Eventually, a rouge does attack, while Danny is in the bathroom. Mr Lancer's class is calmer than even the most veteran Gothamite. They're being cautious, but now they have a reason to be so.

Danny returns to the class, which is now a hostage situation, and gets threatened. He does absolutely the opposite of what normal people expect and just stares the rouge down not even bothered by the threat.

Maybe it's normal for Amity Parkers to carry around a basic ecto-gun, so while the main rouge is preoccupied (and pretty darn startled) with Danny, they take down the henchmen.

Then the batfam enter.

(Maybe since the tour they've been looking into these out-of-towners [they caused everyone in their vicinity to have the fight/flight reaction] when they figure out the pattern of Danny using the restroom)

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lokisgoodgirl · 1 year

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The Target [Avenger!Loki x Fem.Reader]

A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: Loki is your lookout on a honeytrap mission. Shockingly, protocol is not followed. Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. Jealousy. Language. Mild violence. (w/c 2.8k)

Loki watched as you waited for a tall, mysterious stranger. Dark, handsome and most alluringly...dangerous.

He would descend the stairs of the underground club, savouring the feeling of every woman’s gaze falling on him as he made an entrance.

The stranger would cast his eyes over the pulsing crowd, finding himself inexplicably drawn to one person in particular through the thundering haze of bass.

Towards the one who did not give him the attention he desired. Towards you.

Loki grimaced. He knew the feeling.

He detached his earpiece. He didn’t need Wilson’s jarring voice telling him what his own eyes could plainly see.

The moody god crossed his legs, waving at the waitress and motioning to the empty glass in his hand.

She nodded with a sultry smile as Loki readjusted his spine against the seat, suit feeling suddenly tighter as he let his gaze wander back to you sitting alone at the bar.

Loki's proud brow creased as he tilted his chin to his chest. You were ignoring him, as you should. But still, it smarted.

The god’s eyes followed the cocky gait of the target making his way predictably through the parting crowd. Loki curled a forefinger to his lips, basking in the shadows as he watched the play unfold through narrowed eyes.

You knew what you were doing. You could kill the mobster with a well-timed flick of your hand to that special place on a man’s neck and yet…

Loki saw a smile light on your lips like a cigarette in the darkness. Introductions were made, the target's inability to have your attention denied to him was infuriatingly predictable.

She is irresistible, after all Loki thought grudgingly, taking the refreshed glass from the waitress with a silent nod of thanks.

You rested your chin on your palm, flirtations in your every movement making Loki’s breaths grow heavy; concealed in the shadows.

Your mission was simple.

Get the target alone, avoiding the suspicion of his henchmen hidden somewhere in the buzzing crowd. Subdue him and procure the USB drive from his person. Loki had no reservations that you would be able to complete this mission without his interference.

And that was what he was afraid of.

He had long accepted, albeit reluctantly, that his feelings for you ran beyond what was deemed acceptable in a ‘professional’ setting. His guttural moans of your name as he braced against the wall of his shower; spilling his seed against the tiles, was testament to that.

The ring of your laughter broke him from his trance, eyes narrowing.

He could feel the clench in his jaw tighten, seeing in slow motion as you uncrossed and re-crossed those sinfully bare legs.

'The target is a leg man' you had said in the briefing room earlier. Loki scoffed at the memory, choking back a growl as the villain’s hand skated past the edge of your dress.

One would not have to be a leg man, Loki thought, to wish to bury his face between those tantalising thighs.

In the cover of darkness he tilted his head, one hand curled around the glass while the other tightened in a fist. His short fingernails dug into the soft flesh of his palm. The sight of the man bending into the curve of your neck; whispering pathetically inept platitudes into your ear.

It made him writhe with jealous hatred. Vengeful desire.

“Don’t” he murmured under his breath. Loki watched with bated breath as your fingers ran down that elegant neck he so often thought of marking with rough kisses.

The target’s eyes followed the trail of your hand, ghosting over supple cleavage. That dress was so short. So tight. Loki could never recall seeing you dressed in anything so provocative. If he had, he was sure it would have featured in his fantasies as he tugged his cock mercilessly atop his tangled bedsheets.

He frowned, seeing a self-satisfied smirk spreading across the stranger’s face as he indulged himself with a lingering leer down your neckline.

Those perfect lips of yours fastened seductively around the straw of your drink. You sucked gently, making your cheekbones hollow as you gazed into the target's eyes.

“Norns above…” Loki rumbled quietly, shaking his head. He pursed his lips as he straightened in his seat, feeling his cock twitch. Your practised hand crept up the stranger's thigh, making him reshuffle on the barstool where he perched.

“Gods.” Loki muttered in frustration, exhaling deeply. The sight of your seductions was making him unbearably horny; marinating in envy. Desire smouldered in the god’s belly, burning downward towards his groin as he tried to concentrate.

His eyes flickered around the room, searching for henchman lurking in the shadows. That was his job after all.

Stop it, he chided himself. He could feel his manhood thickening beneath the dark material of his suit, hardening traitorously as your perfect thighs taunted his periphery.

The curve of your skirt hoisted upwards as you leant forward, whispering wanton words in the mobster’s ear as your arm draped over his shoulder; breasts pressed against his chest.

Loki groaned, fist involuntarily flying to his mouth to stifle it. He leant forward, rubbing his forearms purposefully down his thick thighs. If I didn’t know better, he thought; I’d think she was doing this on purpose.

It wasn’t often that Loki Laufeyson wished himself to be in a lesser man’s shoes. Never, in fact. But as your hand crawled further up the target's thigh, fingertips grazing his surely disappointing manhood; Loki conceded that tonight he would indeed wish himself in another man’s trousers.

He hissed, pinching his leg tightly as you sucked your fingertip, lashes fluttering in the soft glow of the bar lights. Loki swallowed, his unblinking eyes prickling with dryness as he tried to contain the lethal magic simmering beneath the skin of his palms.

The target suddenly stood. A coquettish laugh tinkled from your lips as you hopped from the stool and straightened that short little dress.

Loki shrank back in the shadows, watching through lowered eyes as you followed the man towards the fire exit, your hand in his.

Laufeyson's orders were simple – stay on guard. Do not get involved unless required. But Loki had seen the way the target moved towards the doorway, a slight limp betraying his body's readiness to fuck you senseless.

I think not. Loki thought, hot blood thundering in his ears.

He downed his drink, hair flicking back as his jaw set with purpose. His long legs unfurled, rising and slipping to the side as he rolled the sleeves of his shirt over his forearms.

The god slid subtly through the darkness. The glow of the fire exit light guiding a path through bustling crowds gyrating in sweaty ecstasy around him.

He took a deep breath, pushing the door with ease and slipping inside. Moans of exaggerated pleasure wafted from around the corner of the dark hallway, Loki's looming form casting a long shadow across the floor.

His teeth ground together as a twisting nausea rolled in his gut. Those sounds were his to command. His body directing the course of your pleasures. You were his. Even if you were yet to be party to that fact.

And Loki would make sure you knew it before the night was out.

The handle of a familiar dagger appeared within his grip, the war-haze of his emotions running ahead of his mind. Carefully, he stalked to the corner; grunts of feral need leaking from the target under your attentions indicating your mission was a resounding success.

“Yesss, baby” you groaned, your head tilted back towards the wall as the mobster’s hands roamed that sacrosanct body, tainting you with his inferiority.

Loki watched one of your hands rub the target’s crotch, the other snaking indecipherably into the hip pocket of his jeans.

“Uhhhh fuck, you filthy whore. You like what you feel, baby?” the oblivious man groaned, thrusting his groin against your body.

A shiver of rage roll over the god’s skin. Blinded to downfall by his own base desires, Loki sneered. What a fool.

Silently he stepped over the threshold of the corner, striding gracefully towards the man draped over you. A loud thwack sounded as the god smacked him to the side of the head with the butt of his dagger; clenched in an iron fist.

“Loki!?” you gasped, as the target fell to the concrete floor with a thud. His blade glinted in the low lighting from solitary bulb hanging haphazardly above, your heavy breathing echoing as you fiddled with the straps of your dress.

“I have it..I have the-”

The target groaned, beginning to crawl towards the exterior door. Loki rolled his eyes, baring his teeth in a snarl.

He took two short steps, stomping him sharply in the ribs with his heel. The man exhaled loudly as the furious god squatted down, pulling the mobster's hair back and thudding his forehead against the ground once.

Satisfied, he rose. Asgard's dark prince turned to you slowly with his chin lowered, his jaw clenched; eyes smouldering in the darkness. Every inch the vengeful god.

Heat blossomed beneath your skin as you stumbled back against the brick; wetness sliding against your thighs. Loki’s hand slammed to the wall beside your shoulder, his breathing heavy as you cowered beneath him. Your eyes widened, breaths short.

You weren’t afraid of what he might do. You were afraid of what he might not.

His stare was ablaze with lingering anger, a possessive, feral flame simmering beneath that flawless skin.

A reaction, you thought, waves of excitement frothing through your centre. Finally.

Half-lidded eyes stared into your own as his tongue nervously flickered over his bottom lip. Restraining himself.

You wished he wouldn’t, just this once.

“Loki?” you repeated, his name no more than a whisper. “Is he dead?”

You cast your eyes down to the sprawled figure of the target at your feet. Loki shrugged. “Does it matter?” he murmured, a devilish smile flickering at the corner of his mouth.

The surrounding gloom cast over his features, sharp cheekbones carved from shadows. His previously immaculately slicked back hair fell around his steadfast jaw. You stared up at him defiantly, waiting for him to speak.

He always spoke.

“You have it?” he murmured, a half-smile tugging at his lip as you raised the USB to eye level and slid it inside your lingerie.

“I had the situation under control, Laufeyson” you purred, straightening his tie. You saw his taunt bicep flex from the corner of your eye where he had you caged, his eyebrow twitching at your touch; the palm on the wall slipping slightly.

“Of that I have no doubt, Agent” Loki growled darkly, taking a step closer so his hips were flush against yours. “But you see, I find myself very much not in control of this particular...situation. It is a most peculiar feeling. I fear, it must be rectified.”

Your breaths staggered as a hard mass pressed against your thigh, pulling slowly upwards against the thin material of your dress.

“Oh?” you whispered, the intended coyness catching in your throat as his mouth hovered by your own.

“Mmmm” he hummed in vague response, brushing his lips against your skin like a fucking tease.

“L-Loki?” you choked, as his fingertip trailed down the bare warmth of your shoulder.

“Yes, Agent?”

You tugged his tie sharply, drawing his face in front of yours. A knowing smirk was plastered across his unbearably handsome features; his hard-on pulsing gently against your desperate skin.

In a second, you clashed together. A mess of tongues and teeth hungrily pressed against the dirty wall as Loki’s hands ran down the curve of your waist like a man possessed.

Your mind was hazy, his mouth descending like a predator over the curve of your neck. He was everything your soul needed. Everything your body desired. He was everything; and he was devouring you with a violent need like you had never known.

“Do you want this, Agent?” he muttered darkly against your skin, the deep tones of his voice seeping beneath the surface like warm oil.

You kissed him ravenously in confirmation, the firm wetness of his tongue silencing unspoken thoughts as your back arched against the wall.

Long fingers raked through your hair, tugging your head back as he sucked a bruising kiss into the veins of your neck. Your hands grasped at his torso, un-tucking his shirt from those sinfully fitted trousers.

“Come now, Agent…” he purred, hoisting your ass forwards; making his thick thigh edge between your own. “Don’t you think you deserve better than a quick fuck in a dark hallway?”

You looked at him sceptically, noting the mischievous smile curling at the corners of the god’s lips.

“You knew exactly what you were doing, Laufeyson…” you muttered, roughly sliding a heavy buckle through its holster.

He chuckled, shoulders flexing as he watched your busy hands at work, a whisp of a groan filling the air as you grazed his straining manhood.

“You’re right, Agent” he murmured, as the belt clattered to the concrete floor. “I do know what I’m doing.”

Heavy base thundered through the stone at your back, waves of sound rolling sporadically through your consciousness as the real world melted away.

Loki leant forward, effortlessly spreading his palms around the tops of your thighs and lifting you against the wall. Your legs wound around his hips, the pressure of his mouth massaging into yours with pure, feral longing. Blood boiling in your veins.

You gasped as his fingers slid past the weak boundaries of your soaking panties, gracefully playing through the wetness of your folds. “So wet darling, I do hope that cannot be attributed to our unresponsive friend.”

He nodded towards the figure strewn on the floor.

“Shut up, asshole.” you hissed, pulling his face sharply to yours. The taste of his saliva was addictive, moreish. You wanted it to coat every part of you, every single inch. The things that the infuriating god had done to you in your head with that talented tongue buried between your thighs...but that would have to wait.

Loki hoisted you higher as his grip on your ass tightened. A free hand buried between his legs, a subtle bend of his knees indicating that your professional relationship was about to be irrevocably ruined.

“Fuckkkk, yes, come on...” you groaned, feeling the tip of his thick cock tease against your slippery pussy, pushing your panties to the side. He held it firm at the entrance, that smug smirk playing at his lips again as darkened eyes glinted in the shadows.

“I was watching you…” he murmured, rubbing the head teasingly at your soaking lips as you keened beneath him.

Your hips thrust forward, aching to feel him fill you with what your body craved. “You’re very good at your job, Agent. How is a mere mortal man ever to know what is real, and what is fiction?”

His words were goading, but the twinge of insecurity in his tone shuddered the air. Your forearms rested on his broad shoulders, the tight cotton creasing on every flex of his breaths in the half-darkness.

You let your fingers run through his hair, tugging it backwards; making him hiss as his strong chin pointed to the ceiling.

“I knew you were watching me, Loki” you whispered against his neck, feeling a rumble of need erupting in his throat. “His henchmen could have been spiking your drink and you’d have been none the wiser. You couldn’t take your pretty eyes off me, could you?”

Loki shook his head, earning himself another sharp tug of his hair. You placed gentle bites along his jaw, savouring the soft moans they delivered. “I may have been playing the target, Laufeyson...but I was playing you, too.”

With a growl, the god thrust himself mercilessly deep.

Your head fell back, features twisted in a grimace of pleasure as your fantasies came real in one tight squeeze of his hips. He paused, tendrils of hair brushing against your cheeks as he panted above you. “Are you alright?” he murmured tenderly, seeing you nod below him.

Loki’s thighs clenched, propelling him upwards into your soaking pussy once again. A guttural groan you had never heard before flew from your throat, your body overwhelmed by the sensation as he began to fuck you against the cobbled wall.

“Jesus Christ” you whimpered, as his face buried in your neck. Every centimetre of your body was electrified by his pulsing thrusts, his incomparable cock unlocking deep pockets of undiscovered pleasure.

He chuckled against your bare skin. “Wrong one, darling” he purred, “let me hear your true god’s name fall from your lips as he takes you.”

You sighed, back arching as Loki’s fingers grazed against your nipple. The flimsy lace of your bra was no barrier to his intentions, fizzing nerves lighting beneath his purposeful touch as he circled the sensitive point. “Loki…” you moaned loudly, making him grunt in approval.

“Louder.” he muttered, biting the curve of your shoulder; making you yelp.

“Lokiii…” you groaned, an echo resounding down the dark corridor against the hum of thundering music.

“My name on your lips like that, Agent..uhhh...N-norns, I could g-get used to t-that.”

Loki’s primal sounds of pleasure had grown heavy, erratic. You could feel your walls beginning to clench around his girth, waves of pre-climax threatening to overwhelm you at any moment.

Your fingers tussled at his collar, grazing the skin of his neck as you panted his name to the ceiling with every upwards heave.

White noise sounded in your ears; your vision blurry; the feeling of going over a hill in the backseat of a car rising in your belly with every purposeful rise of his powerful hips. “Im-g-going to c-come, Loki...I’m-ohgod..fuckk-”

The god flicked his hair over his shoulders, drawing you closer to his chest. The angle was too much.

With a thundering cry of his name you came over him, wetness spurting around the pillar of flesh seated deep inside you. Your ass collided with the stone, his solid thrusts edging as he lost control. “Gods...g-gods, fuck...yes. Gods. Y-yes. Yes.”.

With a feral growl he came, hair blanketing you in darkness as your fingernails dug into the firm muscle of his shoulders.

Rumbles of your name vibrated against your ear; his teeth clamping on the delicate skin of your earlobe as he rode his pleasure alongside your own. Choked moans peppered the air as you both caught your breath; languishing, wet kisses in place of words you couldn’t muster.

A sharp hum stung against the concrete by Loki’s feet, breaking the heady pause.

His face rose from your shoulder, placing you back on solid ground with a sheepish smile. He leant back against the wall with a sigh. The sound was your phone vibrating in the handbag upended to the side. You knew who it would be.

You brought out the comms device you had hidden in your bra, pressing the on-button as you took a steadying breath. “All good, Wilson. Sorry - had some...interference.”

Your hungry gaze ran over Loki’s pleasure-drunk features, a smirk piquing his dimples as his head rested back against the cool brick.

The god’s eyes were closed, lips parted as breathy pants rolled from his heaving chest; utterly spent. And utterly yours.

“Target acquired.” you murmured in confirmation to the microphone at your lips, smiling to yourself before flicking it to the floor.