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Tropical Teasing (Tropical Tension Pt2)

Loki/Fem Reader Smut

Summary: Loki and his love are enjoying a blissful, romantic vacation after their first night together. However, after Loki leaves an embarrassing mark on her neck, she pushes herself away from him for a few hours. Little does she know, a few hours without Loki feels like a guilt filled lifetime.

Warnings/Notes: SMUT 18+ MDNI!!! A lil bit of angst, depressed Loki, bisexual reader and Loki (they literally come out to each other it’s adorable), lots of teasing, Unprotected sex, Beach Sex, Skinny Dipping, Oral (F and M receiving), other stuff I probably forgot.

Word Count: 9.3k

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“This isn’t a honeymoon you guys.”

Agent Barton’s words were lost in a haze of love and lust from you and Loki. A whole year of teasing from the two of you came to head within one night and now you couldn’t get enough of each other. Every touch, every kiss was intoxicating. You were addicted.

It was day three of your seven day getaway and you and Loki were on each other like it was mating season. Within this short time you nearly lost count of the orgasms he had given you. That number would only increase within the coming days. You were for sure of that as he currently was buried in your cunt.

It was intended to be an innocent shower to clean up before you met with your friends at the resort for massages. Loki raised an eyebrow at this activity and questions spewed endlessly from his lips.

“You’ll be undressed in front of others?”

“Well, yes and no. I’ll be covered with a long towel.” You tirelessly answer.

“Who is touching you in such a way? It certainly isn’t me.” He pries even more.

“A professionally trained masseuse who has done this a million times. Nakedness is not always sexual. I've had a tiring past month, I need to relax.” You tell him, undressing for a quick shower.

“That’s my job! Have I not fulfilled you, my love?” He walks closer, running his fingers down your spine.

“You have fulfilled me plenty, Loki. And you will have many opportunities to do it again. But please, don’t worry about it. It’s an innocent massage.” You reason with him, brushing his dark hair from his bare shoulders.

Loki sighed, he could only be stubborn for so long. He did say that he wanted you to enjoy your trip after all. “Fine. Do not forget who you belong to.” He kisses your temple possessively.

“And who is that? Because I think it's Fury with all the work he’s been making me do.” You roll your eyes, recalling the tiring mission.

“Stop that, don’t make me remind you!” He threatens.

“Maybe I do need a refresher.” You tease. Even after he claimed you for the first time and confessed his love for you, the teasing would never end.

That was how you ended up in your current position with your back sliding up and down the wet, tile wall of the hotel shower. Loki supported your body with his hands hooked under your thighs as he thrusted between them, his forehead resting on your shoulder. Your fingernails dug into the wet flesh of his pale shoulders as you both chased your highs.

“Hurry- Loki- I’m gonna AH! I’m gonna be late!” You remind him of your plans in broken moans.

“Don’t rush me, woman!” He growls, raising his head to bite at the base of your neck. A gesture you didn’t think too much of at the moment. “We’re done when you cum around my cock and I cum inside that pretty cunt.”

“Yeah, that’s the whole point.” You giggle teasingly before one hand wraps around your throat.

“Watch that smart mouth around me, pet. Or I'll put it to better use and leave you needy for me.” He threatens.

His bold action and words pushed you closer to the edge, your legs wrapped tighter around his moving hips.

“N-no sir- I’m sorry! I’ll be good- PLEASE!” You scream out for him, hoping the running water will conceal your screams to avoid another noise complaint.

“Good girl.” His hand drops from your neck to run tight circles around your clit, “Now cum for me.”

You scream out his name as you follow his stern orders. Your pussy clenching around his thrusting cock just like he wanted. Your orgasm triggering his own. A deep, breathy moan slipped from his pink lips as he spilled his cum deep inside you. Thankfully, in this setting, cleanup wouldn’t be much of an issue.

After your short shower session, you sat at the vanity, drying your hair as fast as you could to make it in time. You watched Loki behind you from the reflection of the mirror as he dried his perfect body, still very much naked.

You smiled to yourself, wondering how you landed such a perfect man who was also amazing in the bedroom. Was it because he was a god? Or was he just very experienced? He was over a thousand years old, so you imagined he had some impressive sexual conquests under his literal and metaphorical belt.

Turning your eyes back to yourself, you made a discovery. An obvious mark of Loki’s love at the base of your neck for all to see. Sure, basically everyone knew that you and Loki were fucking, but they didn’t need to be reminded every time they looked at you. All your sundresses were revealing, therefore you had no way to hide it. You clenched your jaw and whipped around to face the god behind you.

“Loki!” You yell, quickly grabbing his attention.

“What?” He asks with just a touch of too much attitude.

“What! That’s all you have to say? Well I have a question for you mischief, what the hell is this?” You push your hair back and pull the collar of your silk robe aside, revealing the mark to his eyes.

Loki smirked, fully aware of what he had done, “That? Well darling, that is my mark to show whoever touches you that you are mine.” He states as if it was obvious.

“No! It’s embarrassing! Everyone saw us Loki, they heard us! This is completely unnecessary.” You scold him, giving him a light smack on his chest when you approached his bare form.

“Maybe they did. But the masseuse didn’t.” He replies confidently, like a smartass.

Now, you loved Loki, and you would never hurt him. But gods above, you were so tempted to smack him across his pretty face so hard that the smirk he was currently donning would fly across the room and never return. You simply just rolled your eyes, turning to your makeup bag to grab some last minute coverup.

“Now I'm really going to be late.” You growl to yourself, giving a deadly side glance to Loki.

“Hey! What are you doing? Are you trying to hide-”

“Yes, Loki! Yes I am!” Your playful teasing turning into a full blown argument.

Loki was taken back by your words, by your anger. He didn’t think you would care so much. He turned away, clothing himself with magic before sitting on your shared bed, sulking, hoping you would feel sorry for him. Like you always did before.

You sloppily covered the hickey in a rush before throwing on a flowy sundress with a white bikini underneath, choosing to wear swimwear instead of underwear on this vacation. You walked to the door, pausing to look at Loki as he slumped on the bed.

“I’ll see you at dinner.” You say before making your leave.

“Wait!” Loki stops you in your tracks, much to his relief, you stop and hear what he has to say.

“What?” You ask in an impatient tone.

“I can remove it with magic, if you want.” He offers.

You sigh, cocking your head towards the gloomy god, “Don’t bother.” Was the last words you muttered before closing the door. Loki was surprised you didn’t take him up on his offer, perhaps you weren't as angry as you led on.

The raven haired man plopped on the bed, what was he to do while you were away? He hoped that you wouldn’t be angry when he saw you again, perhaps he should apologize. He truly didn’t expect you to be so upset about his mark. Seeing you angry genuinely scared him, it was not an emotion that he wanted you to feel towards him. He only wanted to make you happy, he feared he had already ruined things between you. Maybe he was truly never meant to be loved. Loki felt no motivation to go outside and socialize. He used his magic to close the curtains, covering the view that you loved so much as he laid on the bed. At least you were enjoying yourself on vacation.

–

Your sandals slapped against the polished floor of the hotel lobby as you met with your friends, who were all waiting for you.

“Sorry I’m late.” You apologize as you approach the girls.

“It’s okay, I was once in a new, budding relationship as well.” Wanda states, playfully winking at you.

You laugh uncomfortably, they all knew, there was no need to obviously remind them with a mark on your skin.

Wanda and Pepper look around the resort as you walk to your massage appointment. You quietly trail behind them, recalling your quarrel with Loki. Part of you felt guilty, maybe you should have at least resolved things before leaving. You knew how he could get, he was most likely wallowing in his own pity right now. He never dealt with arguments well, you knew that after hearing his many fights with Thor. You remembered how he would lock himself inside of his room. On a good day he would just be reading a book, acting like the situation never happened. Other times, he would wallow in his bed for days on end, until you went in there to cheer him up.

You knew that you were most likely his only source of happiness in this mortal world he found himself in. And his only source of happiness just yelled at him for trying to show his love in the only way he knew how, by being possessive. Loki didn’t have many things to himself growing up. He had to share his mother and father’s attention with Thor, one more than the other. As they became grown men, they would even have to share the same women who brought them pleasure late at night. Loki felt as if he was constantly being compared to his brother, so when he had you, he wanted to make sure that you were only his. Not just so that his brother knew, but that the whole word knew that you were his. Guilt filled your veins as you thought it over, half tempted to ditch your friends and go smooth things over with him before he got too depressed over it.

“What are you zoning out about?” Natasha spoke up next to you, pulling you out of your trance.

You sighed, deciding to be honest with her, “I yelled at Loki over something that wasn’t a big deal. I was just stressed that I would be late. I feel so awful.” You confess to your best friend.

“Why did you yell at him?” She asks.

You tense up, face flushed. It was all so embarrassing, “Well… he um.” You stuttered in an attempt to get the words out, “He gave me a ‘mark’ in a place that was too visible.” You answered in a hushed tone, making sure the two women in front of you didn’t hear.

Natasha laughed, “What? That’s it? I thought he put baby powder in your hairdryer or something mischievous like that. He seems like the kind of guy who would do that. I don’t know why you’re so surprised.”

“It would have been fine if he didn’t give it to me at the last minute before I had to leave.” You roll your eyes.

“You two were going at it before you met us? No wonder you were late. Where is it?” Her curiosity getting the best of her.

“Here.” You bashfully point to the poorly covered spot on your neck, apparently it wasn’t that bad if a super spy hadn’t noticed it immediately.

“Oh… I see it now. You tried your best covering it up, huh?”

“Yeah.” You breathed out sarcastically, letting your hair fall into place to cover the faded mark.

“He’s just insecure. He wants to make sure everyone knows you’re his property.” The redhead laughs.

“I’m not ‘property’, don’t put it like that. It's embarrassing.”

“Just to remind you, he was basically between your thighs the other night as he licked salt from between your tits and slowly took that lime from your mouth. Is his little mark more embarrassing than that?” She reminds you.

All you wanted to do right now was crawl into a hole and bury yourself. You put yourself on full display for everyone just so that Loki would make a brave move. Now you shamed him for doing the equivalent, you wanted to go back to him, you needed to.

“We’re here!” Pepper squeals in excitement as all of you approach the entry of the resort. Four private massage tables were set up with a view of the beach and you reminded yourself how sore your muscles were.

‘Surely he’ll be okay for another hour.’

Each of you walk into different rooms to undress, wrapping your bare form in a robe before walking out. You inspected yourself in the mirror first, the quick makeup job on your neck was fading from your sweat thanks to the humid air. You grabbed a tissue to rub the rest off.

‘Fuck it’

–

The sound of the waves calmed you as the masseuse worked at your tense muscles. Your argument with Loki had been long forgotten as the world melted away in perfect silence.

Unfortunately, the silence only lasted for a few fleeting seconds before the girls around you decided to start talking, gossiping about their personal lives. It didn’t take long for them to start talking about their men.

“I love Tony and all, but his ego just ruins him for others. If only they could all see how he is with me, no smartass comments, he just only says yes around me. It’s amazing.” Pepper once again tries to defend Stark.

“No smartass comments? Yeah, I don’t buy that for a second.” Natasha doubts the woman.

“Well, not in an egotistical way, it’s more in a flirtatious way.” She claims.

“Oh, if only Vision knew what flirting was. It’s so cute in a way, he is terrible at taking hints.” Wanda rolls her eyes sarcastically.

“He’s lucky he has you then, or else Tony would have to build another robot to keep him company.” Natasha giggles as the witch throws her a glare.

“What about you?” Wanda says your name, pulling you into the conversation unwillingly, “What is Loki like as a lover?”

“Yeah, and we want all the dirty details.” Natasha wiggles an eyebrow from her face down position.

“Well, maybe not all of them. We are in public.” Pepper reminds the ladies.

You sighed, groaning at the thought of the god who was most likely sulking in your room right now and the masseuse working on a knot in your lower back.

“He’s amazing. What else is there to say?” You simply state.

“Oh c’mon, you guys have had unbearable tension for like a year. There has to be more to it than that.” Natasha turned her head to the side so that you could see her eyes roll.

“He’s so shy, is he like that with you?” Pepper asks.

“Absolutely not, and he’s not shy. He just hates everyone.” You scoff.

“Oh? So he’s more dominant?” Natasha questions, clearly wanting to know the more perverted details.

“Nat!” Pepper scolds the curious spy.

“What? It’s just girl talk.” Natasha plays it off.

“We are not the only ones here!” Pepper stresses, reminding you of the four masseuses working on all of you.

“We’ve heard worse.” The woman who is currently working on loosening up your shoulders speaks up.

Natasha laughs and persits with her dirty questions, “See? They’ve heard it all.”

You sigh, if they want to hear it, then you'll give it to them. “Where do I start? He’s so gentle and cautious at first, almost like he’s afraid to hurt me. And he teases, it’s almost unbearable sometimes. He doesn’t just jump right into it, oh no, he takes his sweet time. Oh, and he insists on going down on me. I don’t have to ask or tell him what to do, he just knows, y’know?” You pause, the other women completely silent, invested in every word you said, “The name ‘silver tongue’ holds many meanings. After I literally have to push him away from me, he always asks if I'm okay. He whispers into my ear and holds me like a porcelain doll, you wouldn’t believe how gentle he can be. What next? Oh, he’s huge by the way. I sometimes ask myself, ‘how is he so perfect?’ Then I remember that he is a literal god. I have a faint idea of how much of a whore he was in Asgard, but with what he knows how to do, it’s fine. I’ll spare you the gory details, but I've never had to show him how to make me finish, he just knows. And afterwards, oh, he’s so sweet and caring, you wouldn’t believe it’s the same man.” You breathe in happily, recalling every intimate moment the two of you have shared within the past seventy-two hours, heat rushing between your legs as you did so. “So that’s what it’s like to sleep with a god, since you were so curious.”

A stiff moment of silence covers the room, the women finally shutting up as you listen to the crash of the waves in the distance in content.

“Maybe I haven't heard it all.” The masseuse finishes up your massage with the others, your blissful hour has come to an end.

You sit up slowly, your once tense muscles now relaxed as you wrap yourself in a towel to cover yourself, the other women doing the same as they all look at you with horror in their pretty eyes.

“Are you sure you guys have only been banging for like three days? Because what you said sounds like at least a few months worth of experience.” Wanda breaks the silence with a question.

“Oh, it has been a very eventful three days.” You admit.

“I can tell.” Wanda motions to the mark Loki had left. You now wore it with pride. It showed that he was yours just as much as you were his.

“We’re not taking you anywhere until your honeymoon phase is over.” Pepper rolls her eyes, her freckled cheeks slightly flushed.

“Hey! Nat started it!” You blame the woman sitting on the table that was next to yours.

“No I didn’t!” She defends herself.

“You did say that you wanted to hear all the dirty details.” Wanda reminds her.

“I didn’t think that she would actually describe it!” She admits.

You laugh at the women’s bickering, running your hand over the hickey. The mark you once were embarrassed of now felt comforting, like he was with you. You couldn’t get over the sinking feeling that he needed you right now. Not sexually, but emotionally.

–

When you and the girls arrived at the hotel you found everyone at the private seating area outside, waiting for dinner to be served. However, Loki was nowhere to be found. You had a feeling he wouldn’t be here, you doubt that he left the room at all today.

“Have you seen Loki today?” You ask Thor after waving him down.

“I thought he was with you all day.” He states, gnawing gluttonously at a kebab.

You sigh at his response. This was a vacation for christ’s sake! Even if you did piss him off he should be outside reading a book by the pool at least. You immediately go back inside the hotel and head for your shared room. Once again you would have to cheer him up, and give him an apology.

When you opened the door to your room it was pitch black, the curtains drawn shut. If you didn’t know any better you would assume it was empty. That was until you saw a god sized lump underneath the white, pristine hotel sheets. Had he seriously been there all day?

“Loki, it’s time to eat. I’m sure you’re hungry.” You tell him, sitting at the edge of the bed.

His only response was a few muffled groans underneath the covers, you couldn’t make out what he was saying.

“I can’t hear you, my love.” You lean in closer, pulling the top of the blanket down past his head.

“Not hungry.” Was all he said in return.

“Yes you are, you haven’t eaten all day. I know you haven't, so don't try to lie to me.”

He stayed silent, you didn’t think that you hurt him this much. You rub his back over the covers, even under the sheets you could feel his muscles relax at your touch. He missed your touch all day, even when you were apart for a mere few hours, he longed for you.

“Loki… I am so sorry. I overreacted this morning. I know how you are, I know you want everyone to know that I am yours. I’m just not used to that type of affection, it’s new for me. But they know now.” You smile to yourself as his back is turned to you. Your fingers travel upwards to play with the tangled, black locks of hair. “They asked about you, my friends. Do you want to know what I said to them?”

“What?” He mutters his question.

“I told them about how amazing you are. How sweet and gently you treat me, like I’m a princess. I had to let them know how perfect you were so that all their boyfriends would feel inferior. Because now they know that I have the best man I could ever ask for.” You lean down to kiss his cheek. The slight taste of salt lingered from your lips, he must have been crying.

He shifted, blankets rustling as he turned to face you, “Is that true?” He asks, taking your hand into his.

“Would I ever lie to my god?” You hold his hand tightly, making sure he never lets go.

“I suppose not.” Even in the dark of the room you can see his beautiful smile.

You lean your body over his to place a soft kiss on his lips, they were dry. Clearly he didn’t eat or drink anything today. His large hands ran up your body, memorizing every curve in the dark like he was being tested on it. The kiss deepens as you push your body closer to his. He felt your skin in the darkness, it was soft from the massage oil. After a few more seconds you pulled away, resting your forehead against his.

“How was your massage, darling?” He asks, tracing circles on your bare shoulder blades and fidgeting with the straps of your sundress.

“It was amazing, I feel so much better.” You admit, falling into his touch. You hovered your face next to his to whisper in his ear, “I wished it was you though. I had to keep myself from imagining your hands all over me so I wouldn’t get horny.”

Loki chuckles, “Poor thing, I was wrong to assume that you would forget who you belong to.”

You sit up, straddling his hips that were covered by multiple layers of fabric. He holds both of your hands with his. Using his magic to turn on the lights so he could properly see you above him. His pupils widened at the sight of you. Your skin had a beautiful shine, your cleavage was very visible from his place beneath you and the skirt of your dress sprawled around your slightly spread thighs. He could see the mark that he left, no trace of makeup was found on top of it.

“I love it when you admit that you’re wrong.” You giggle, putting more weight on your hands as he pushes back, keeping you relying on his strength to keep you from falling face first.

“Don’t get used to it.” He rolls his eyes, letting go of your hands before sliding his fingers under the skirt of your dress. You began to feel his hardness underneath the comforter. A wet spot started to form in your bikini bottoms as he fidgeted with the waistband.

Between the relaxing massage and your current situation, your arousal was becoming too strong to ignore. However, the growl in your stomach showed what you needed more at the moment.

“Loki, I love you. But I’m so hungry, can we eat first?” You ask him.

Loki groaned in annoyance, “Just something quick?” He answers your question with another question. Though it was more of an offer for a compromise.

“I was thinking we could save it all for later. I want to go to the beach.” You tell him.

“So I have to wait until after dinner and a beach trip? Are you trying to kill me?” He attempts to guilt you.

You laugh at his borderline whining, “Let me reiterate, I want to have dinner, then go to the beach. A very private beach, alone with you.” You smirk, knowing he would get the hint.

You intended to have your private beach time with Loki last night, you had both hinted at it all day. That was until you got pulled into a drinking game with Natasha that you utterly lost and Loki had to carry you back up to your room.

His smirk matched yours, “You will not be having a drop of alcohol tonight to ensure that.” He demands.

You place your hand over your heart, “You have my word, tonight is about us.”

Finally, he sits up with you still on top of him, “As every night should be. Shall we?” He lifts you off of him and stands from the bed, placing you next to him.

Loki certainly looked like he literally laid in bed all day. His hair was a mess, his shirt long gone, and his lounge pants hung low on his hips. It was an insanely attractive look, though unfortunately, it was not dinner appropriate.

“You don’t look very ready.” You point out his disheveled appearance.

His appearance changes, a dark green tee covers his once exposed chest that you already missed dearly. Loose lounge pants turned into tight, black jeans, perfectly showing off the erection that you caused.

“Better?” He sarcastically asks, slightly raising his arms to present himself in his iconic pose.

“For now.” You tease and kiss him on the cheek.

–

You and Loki walked out to the outside dining area hand in hand. Everyone was too focused on their individual conversations to pay the two of you any mind. You felt relieved that everyone seemed to have already grown used to your relationship with Loki, or they just ignored it. You were happy either way, being teased by him and Natasha was enough. Extra pairs of prying eyes and questioning tongues would be too much for you to handle. You enjoyed being alone with him, even in a crowd it just felt like the two of you as he held your hand.

Loki quickly made his way to the self-serve buffet, dragging you behind him as you attempted to keep up with his stride.

“I thought you weren’t hungry?” You ask teasingly, recalling his dramatic words from earlier.

“Realistically, I could go days without eating. Tonight, however, I am hungry for something more delicious than any meal on earth or Asgard.” He turns slightly to give you a lustful glare, “Therefore, I want to eat and get out of here as quickly as possible.” He states, loading two plates, one for you and one for him.

“Don’t get too ahead of yourself, mischief. If you eat too fast you’ll get sick and then neither of us get what we want.” You tell him.

Loki scoffs as he holds the plates and guides you to a lonesome table, “Unlike you, darling, I have self control. And I know better than to get involved in a drinking contest with a Russian woman.”

“I never turn down a challenge, you of all people should know that.” You roll your eyes as you sit down to eat.

“You’re lucky you didn’t get alcohol poisoning.” He states, remembering how he carried your drunken form all the way back to your room from the beach.

“I have a great tolerance, excuse you. I lasted longer than the other girls.” You remind him.

Loki let out a sarcastic chuckle before taking another bite. You loved to see him like this. He was always happiest when he could be himself, teasing you and being generally mischievous.

Almost on cue, Natasha walks over with a drink in her hand, “Drink?” She offers, giving Loki a knowing look as he glared at her.

You laugh at the way they looked at each other with fuming anger, “Not tonight, Natty. I’m still recovering.” You put your hand up slightly as you turned down her offer.

“If you say so.” She smirks, taking a sip of the drink, “Any big plans tonight?” She asks.

“We were just going to go walk our dinner off at the beach afterwards.” You tell her, purposefully keeping your plans vague. Loki nodded along, hoping that your friend would mind her own business for once.

Natasha smirks, knowing that she was currently pissing off your boyfriend, “Me and the girls were thinking of a night swim, would you like to join us?” She asks you, ignoring Loki’s painful glare.

Before you could answer, Loki speaks up for you, “No. She would not.”

You try your best to not giggle at him, he was making damn sure that he would not be deprived of you for another night.

“Hey! How about you let her answer the question.” She snaps at him, leaning down to whisper not so quietly in your ear, “Is he always this controlling? I’m worried.” She asks, knowing that Loki could fully hear her.

Glancing at Loki’s handsome, unamused face, you answered her. “He’s just antsy, I promised him something.” You hint, hoping that your answer would push her away.

“Ooh-” She realizes and stands up straight, raising her hands on your shoulders, “I see how it is.” She brushed your hair back to reveal the mark at the base of your neck. Loki was about to leave fifty more on you if she kept this up, “Have fun with her, she’s special, y’know?”

You giggle at her words, she was doing everything she could to make him despise her right now.

“Oh- I am very aware of how special she is.” He growls, eyes fuming with jealousy. It caused a rush of heat to flow between your thighs.

“Good. Because if you hurt her, I will kill you.” She threatens the god across from you.

You speak up before Loki could get a word out, “Thank you, Natasha. Go bother Steve or Bruce.” You suggest.

She giggles before stepping away, “If you insist, see you around.” She plays with your hair once more before walking back to her table.

You watch her before turning back to the jealous god, his glare now turned on you.

“What?” You ask with a hint of attitude.

Loki sighs, sitting back in his chair, “Finish your dinner.”

Both of you finished your food in a rushed silence. Loki wanted nothing more than to slip away from the crowd with you, unnoticed and unbothered.

As the two of you went to make your leave, Thor stepped in front of Loki, stopping his eager brother in his tracks.

“Brother! Off so soon? There is a whole night ahead of us! Give the lady a break.” Thor slurs, clearly a few drinks in.

Loki rolls his eyes at Thor. You stood next to him in silence, watching the way Loki clenched his jaw in annoyance. He was so hot when he was pissed, and everyone seemed to go out of their way to get on his nerves tonight. In an unintended way, it prolonged your teasing. Loki would have a copious amount of pent up emotions that he would be taking out on you in the best way possible later. And you couldn’t wait.

“Mind your own, brother. She is fine.” He holds your hand a little tighter.

“I’ve had a long day Thor, I’m just ready to retire for the night. I’ll join you guys tomorrow.” You speak up, intending on sounding like you innocently wanted to go to bed.

Thor’s eyes dart between you and Loki for a few seconds, then a warm smile appears on the blond god’s face, “If you insist.” He acknowledges your statement before he looked at his raven haired brother, “I’m happy for you, Loki. You deserve a love like her’s” He pats his younger brother on the shoulder.

You could tell that Loki was caught off guard by Thor’s words. Even if they were the words of a tipsy god, they were sincere. Loki is frozen in place, staring at his brother with wide eyes as he stumbles away, demanding another drink from the bar.

“Hey, are you okay?” You ask as you squeeze his hand for comfort.

Loki breaks out of his trance and looks over to you, “Never better.” He smiles genuinely. Your chest warmed and your heart skipped a beat. He was so beautiful when he was happy. It wasn’t an emotion that he showed to others often. You get to see that smile every day, the same smile that you see when you wake up next to him in the morning after a night of pleasure. It was the smile of a man who had found everything he wanted after years of searching. You mirrored his joy with a smile of your own. Everyone probably thought the two of you looked insane as you briefly shared a moment of happiness with him. They would never understand how he made you feel.

–

The water reflected the pale moonlight as you walked hand in hand with Loki across the shore. You were making your way to a secluded cove that you found earlier, knowing that it would be the perfect spot. Your other hand held a rolled up beach towel that you quickly grabbed from your room. Sex on the beach was exciting and all, however, you wanted to keep the sand out of places it had no business being in.

Loki was surprisingly quiet. At first you wondered if he was still upset from this morning, then you realized that for once in his long life, he was at peace. He didn’t have to prove himself to anyone or deal with the stress of battle. He was content. You could tell that he was thinking though, what it was about, you had no idea.

“Are you still there?” You quietly ask him.

“Me? Of course I am.” He answers.

“Just making sure. Y’know, if you’re tired we can just head back-” You began to tease before he cut you off.

“No! This is all I longed for all day, we will not be interrupted in our time together.” He growled, walking a little faster to reach your destination ahead.

“Just making sure.” You giggle at his eagerness, “You just looked lost in thought. Was it Thor?”

Loki sighs, “Partially, Yes. He caught me off guard with that statement.” He admits.

“You know what they say, drunken words are sober thoughts. He loves you, Loki. No matter what, he will always be your brother.”

“I know. He’s an oaf, but I love him. He’s all I have for my family. Don’t tell him that I said that.” His voice darkens threateningly at his last few words.

“I won’t.” You laugh a little at his empty threat, “What else are you thinking about?”

“What makes you think I’m thinking of something else?” He questions.

“Well, you said that Thor was partially the reason. What’s the other part?” You hoped you weren’t prying too much.

Loki gives you a strange side glance before looking ahead once more, “Natasha. She’s too comfortable.”

“Ooh-” You realize his jealousy, “You know how us girls can be, we tell each other everything.”

“I am aware of how your female friendships can be. But she’s… flirting.” He states in concern.

“Don’t feel threatened by her, she just likes to tease.” You tell him, hoping to ease his worries.

“May I ask you something personal, darling? You don’t have to answer if you don’t feel comfortable.” His thumb strokes the skin of your soft hand, reminding you that you were safe with him.

“What is it?” You ask cautiously.

Loki is silent for a few seconds, mentally searching for the correct words to say. “I apologize if I misread things, please tell me if I'm wrong. You are just so close, so comfortable with her. I know that you aren’t like that with the others. Was there ever a point where you two were perhaps… more than friends?” He reveals his curiosity.

Your eyes widened a bit, he noticed everything, “It was never serious, just some fun to keep each other company late at night.” You admit.

“I’m sorry if I was prying too much. I was just curious.” He apologizes.

“It’s fine. I’m not ashamed or anything, girls are hot too.” You tell him, feeling comfortable in his presence.

“So… You are interested in both sexes?” He asks for your confirmation.

“Who am I to be picky? I’ve felt this way since I was pretty young. It isn’t a problem, is it?” You look at him in a brief fear of rejection.

“No no! Not at all, I am the same way!” He admits with pride, happy that he can share this topic with you.

Pure joy runs through your body as you stop walking and leap into his arms, “I love you, so much. Thank you for sharing this with me.”

Loki kisses your forehead, cradling your head as he did so, “I love you too, darling. You mean everything to me.”

You both pull back from the tight embrace to meet your lips in a passionate kiss. The waves of the endless ocean lapped over your bare feet as you stood on the tips of your toes to kiss the tall god. His strong arms wrapped possessively around your waist as he pulled you flush with his body. His neglected erection from earlier pressed against your lower stomach as he pushed his hips into yours slightly.

“How much longer?” He asks, growing impatient.

“It’s right up ahead.” You take his hand and lead him towards the secluded cove.

A brisk walk turned into a slow jog with Loki. Eventually, you dropped his hand and ran in front of him as he kept up. The thrilling feeling of being chased by the ravenous god turned you on immensely. It was like you were the prey and he was the hunter, ready to claim his next meal.

The privacy of the cove soon surrounded you as you finally reached your destination. When you stopped running and looked behind you, Loki was nowhere to be found. You grew scared for a fleeting second before you felt two strong arms cage your body from behind. You gasp as Loki places a kiss on your neck.

“Cheater!” You accuse him, knowing he teleported ahead of you.

“All is fair in love and war.” He retorts before laying the towel neatly on the ground with his magic.

Still standing, he kisses you deeply, passionately. The crescent moon gave the perfect amount of light as it reflected off the water. Loki slid the straps of your dress off your bare shoulders, kissing your skin as he did so. You knew he would leave more marks. Now, however, you wanted them. You belonged to Loki and he belonged to you. And who is to say that you can’t leave a few marks of your own on his glowing alabaster skin?

Your hands slide underneath his emerald green tee, lifting it slightly to expose his perfect stomach. You ran your hand up from his abdomen to his chest. Loki took the hint, pulling away from the kiss as he raised the useless fabric over his head. Gods he was beautiful.

Stepping back before his lips could find yours again, you abandon your dress. The only fabric on your body was the white bikini you had been wearing all day.

“What was that you said? About how you swam naked on Asgard?” You start with a smirk.

Loki’s lips twitched, knowing where this was going. “That it was the way the gods intended.” He finishes.

“And who are we to disappoint them?” You ask, untying your bikini top. Loki quickly removes his pants and underwear, leaving him perfectly bare before you in the moonlight.

Before your fingers could slip into your bottoms to remove them, Loki interrupted, “Please, allow me.” He offers, as if he wanted to unwrap his own gift.

You raise your hands in surrender, allowing Loki to do as he wished. He got on his knees in front of you, his hand pressed on your inner thigh, motioning for you to part your legs slightly. You do as he wants, standing with your legs slightly wider so that he can remove your final piece of clothing, if you could even call it that. He slowly slips the smooth bottoms from your hips, letting his hands run over your ass as he did so. Loki places a chaste kiss on your hip bone, worshiping you as if you were the god in this situation. Finally, the white bottoms fall to the sand beneath you, a visible wet spot from your arousal was evidence for your desire.

Loki slowly stands so that he is towering over you once again. His hands run down your back to your ass, giving it a slight squeeze which causes you to jump slightly at his touch. You start walking backwards toward the ocean behind you, stopping once the water kisses your heels. Loki was right in front of you, his eyes never leaving yours despite your nude form that he could be staring at if he so wished. Instead he focused on you, the way that your hand wrapped around his arm to lead him into the water with you. He didn’t just want your body, he wanted your soul.

Loki switched your positions so that he was the one leading you into the vast water, you held his hands as the waves lapped around your waist. He pulled you flush with him once again, pulling you into another passionate kiss. Everything felt ethereal, his wet skin against yours, the motion of the water against your body, it felt like a dream. Loki gently bit your lip teasingly as he pulled away, leaving you craving his taste. His hand cups some of the salty water and playfully pours it over your head, he watches as the droplets run down your nose, to your jaw, and eventually down your neck and chest.

“Great, now I have to wash my hair again.” You pout.

“Shhh…” He leans closer to your ear, his hand finding its place as it cupped one of your breasts, “No complaints tonight, just go with it.”

You gasp as two of his fingers tease your nipple, causing it to harden beneath his pinching motions. Your nails rake down the pale expanse of his back to his ass. You can’t help but give it a playful smack beneath the water.

“Watch it.” He growls in his best attempts to be intimidating.

“Apologies, my king. I suppose you can’t take what you hand out.” You smirk.

Loki simply responds by splashing you once again as he laughed. You do the same in return, making sure to soak his black curls. What was foreplay with Loki without at least a little bit of mischief? You expected him to splash you even harder, or maybe dunk you beneath the water. Instead he smiles, feeling a certain type of happiness that he had never felt before. He could never describe it if he tried, but it was a feeling that he could certainly get used to. His genuine smile threw you off guard for a few seconds. Your heart may have skipped a few beats at the sight of his pure happiness.

Once his eyes found yours again, he pulled your body towards him. Bending his knees slightly, he held the backs of your thighs and motioned for you to jump slightly so that he could hold you up. With no words exchanged, you took his hints, wrapping your legs around his slutty waist. His throbbing cock pressed against your wet cunt, causing you to moan at the contact. Your lips found his once again, your arms wrapped around his neck as he began to walk back to the shore. A slight chill ran over your wet skin as the humid air made contact with it.

When you and Loki completely emerged from the waves, lips never parting, he laid you down gently on the towel he had laid out. His perfect frame encased yours as he made his way down your body, placing wet kisses on your salty skin. Your fingers tangled in his raven locks that fell over his shoulders like a waterfall in the night. His lips ghosted over your mound, once again he was about to eat you out until you saw figurative stars instead of the literal ones that watched you in the sky.

One fat lick from his tongue on your slit had you gasping for air. “So wet for me, like a good girl.” He growls seductively.

“It’s always for you.” You speak quietly, he still hears you over the sound of the crashing waves.

“As it should always be.” You feel him smirk against your pussy before he opens his mouth more to slip his tongue in and out of your wet entrance and up to your clit, where he circles it expertly.

Soon his fingers join in. Along with his tongue and lips, he brings your climax closer and closer. A needy groan escaped his lips and reverberated through your core when you pulled on his hair, knowing that he absolutely loves it.

“L-Loki, i’m not… gonna-” You attempt to warn him among wanton moans, “I’m not gonna last.”

He stops his oral motions and continues to circle your clit with his skilled fingers, “So soon? How desperate were you for me all day?”

“S-so desperate, my king.” You moan out his ego boosting nickname.

“And you expect your king to grant you mercy tonight? After you treated him so poorly?” He teases, recalling your earlier interaction that you still felt guilty about.

“I’m sorry, Loki… AGH!” You squeal as two of his fingers dip inside of your entrance.

“Ohh~ I know sweet thing. I’ll accept your apology if you cum on my fingers right now. Show me how much you need me.” He encourages you with a seductive growl.

With a desperate yet worshiping scream of his name that faded into the salt air, you came around his talented fingers. He pumped them slowly, working you gently through your high as his eyes remained trained on your bliss ridden face. You grabbed his wrist as you became overstimulated. He withdrew and leaned down to kiss your panting lips.

“You did so well darling.” He mumbles against the soft skin of your lips. His hand ran up and down the skin of your trembling thigh.

You smiled, finally opening your eyes that were once screwed shut to meet his. Your hands cupped his beautiful face before running down his neck to his pale chest. You sat up, using your momentum to push him so that he laid on his back against the towel. Your legs rested on either side of his hips as your lips began to explore downwards from his neck.

“I’m afraid…” You speak against his skin before raising your head to look him in the eye, “Just an apology won’t suffice.” The tip of your finger ran down his abdominal muscles to his happy trail and eventually the base of his throbbing cock.

“I can assure you it will. However, you do as you see fit to show how sorry you are.” He smirks in hidden excitement for what you are about to do.

“Oh, I will.” Your mouth makes its way down his torso to meet your hand at his member.

In your oral apology, you still can’t help but tease him. His desperate whines were music to your ears as you placed light kisses on his leaking tip and down his shaft. His strong hand held your hair like the true gentleman he was. You even swore you heard him mutter a soft “please”.

Deciding that you were already too mean to him earlier today, you open your mouth to take his length. As you told the girls earlier, he was huge, you doubted that you could completely take him down your throat. Your hand massaged his base, moving downwards to play with his balls which caused his breath to hitch in his throat. This was your first time going down on him, and you were gonna make sure he would never forget it.

Your tongue lapped around his head before moving down further on his shaft. Your eyes looked up at him to find his head completely thrown back in pleasure. Happy with his reaction, you took half of his cock into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you began to suck ever so slightly. Your hand continued to stroke what you assumed you couldn’t reach. Loki’s hand moved in tandem with your bobbing movements.

“Fuck darling- that’s perfect.” He moaned, encouraging your movements. His hips raised in desperation to push his cock further into your mouth. Bracing yourself on his thighs, you allowed him to do so. You relaxed your throat to take as much of him as you could. Unfortunately, gagging was inevitable and you felt the need to come up for air. Loki must have sensed this as he spoke, “Through your nose, darling. Breathe.” He spoke like he was the one with a dick down his throat right now.

Nevertheless, you took his advice and took a deep breath through your nostrils before Loki motioned for you to move your head again. For a few more seconds, you did as he asked before he moaned loudly and pushed you off.

“Did I do something wrong?” You ask breathlessly, cautiously.

Loki smiles beneath you, his hand raised to cup your cheek, “Of course not sweet girl. You were amazing, I just wanted to cum inside that pretty little cunt. If I may, of course.”

You beam with pride at his praise, “Of course. I just haven’t done that excessively before.” You confess. It was true, you were never interested in going down on any of your male partners before, only doing it if you were comfortable, which was rarely. Loki was different, however, he deserved every touch and every ounce of praise. For the first time in your life, you actually enjoyed giving a blowjob.

“Don’t grow tired of it now, love. We have four more vacation days ahead of us, and many, many more after that.” He smirks briefly before you lean down to place a kiss on his boastful lips.

Your wet folds outline his cock against his stomach as you grind your hips against his. The kiss became deeper as his tongue slipped into your mouth. His hands grasped your hips, guiding their movements against him.

“No more teasing today, please.” He begs, much to your surprise.

“Aww, were you desperate for me too, mischief?” You rock your hips back, catching the tip of his cock.

“Always, darling.”

Happy with his answer, you slide down onto his twitching length. Both of you gasped in unison as you sat there for a few seconds. In his desperation, Loki began to thrust his hips upwards. Even beneath you, he still craved control. You moved in rhythm with him as you bounced on his cock. Your hands balanced you on his chest as his made their way up to your breasts that were bouncing hypnotically above him.

“Loki- fuck… You feel so good inside me.” You moan out, barely thinking before you speak.

“Good girl, keep riding me, just like that.” His words cause you to clench around his cock.

Swiftly, Loki sat up, using one arm behind him to support his body as his other arm wrapped around your waist. He could be closer to you in this position, kiss you better, fuck you better. Your fingernails dug into his broad shoulders as his hips moved like the waves behind you. His mouth found the crook of your neck, after the first gentle bite, you knew there would be more marks. And now, you were ready for payback.

Moving your hips in more of a grinding motion so that your clit would be stimulated by his pubic bone and hair, you moved your head, pushing him away slightly before you latched onto him. It was time for the god to wear a mark or two of his own. So that everyone knew that he was yours.

“Oh, you minx.” He groaned, knowing full well what you were doing.

You couldn’t keep up your confident, teasing persona for long before you started whining and moaning into the skin of his shoulder. His hips moved faster and his fingers found your clit, making you a shaking mess on top of him.

“Loki! I’m gonna cum-” You warn him, wrapping your arms around his neck so that you could be as close to him as possible.

“I know darling, cum with me.” He whispers into your ear.

You don’t hold back your body or voice as you shake on top of him as he triggers your orgasm. Loud moans and pleas in the form of the god’s name left your lips as you came. Loki follows right behind you, holding you tight as he finds release deep inside your pussy as it flutters around him.

Both of you stay like that for a second, taking in every breath in the blissful moment. Loki can feel wetness where your face is resting on his shoulder.

“Are you okay?” He asks, making sure that you were crying tears of pleasure and nothing else.

You pull back to kiss him softly, your fingers toying with the definition of his cheekbones. When you pull away, his hands come up to wipe your tears from your flushed cheeks.

“Never better.” You reassure him before wrapping your arms around him once again.

“Good girl.” He mutters before laying back down on the towel with you on top of him, he heard you let out a soft whine as he removed his softening cock from your spent channel.

After he cleans you both up with his magic, you both lie there, still naked as you found comfort in the skin to skin contact. You laid next to him with your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as you both looked at the stars in post coital bliss.

Eventually, you drifted off. Not worrying about your location or bareness at the moment. You trusted Loki and knew that he would never allow you to be found and exposed like this. You left your whole being in his hands as he held you close.

“I love you.” You heard him mumble in your state of light sleep.

“Love you too.” You barely speak out in your drowsy state. You would never deny him the reassurance that you loved him back. If you could, you would remind him every second for the rest of his life.

It was there, on a secluded beach within an unfamiliar island, in the arms of your lover, you found your home.

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taybrinafavs · 4 months

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sabrina carpenter icons + messy headers ‎♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧

fav or repost if you use it

#messy icons #taylor swift #sabrina carpenter #sabrina carpenter headers #sabrina carpenter icons #sabrina carpenter moodboard #messy headers #Spotify

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whorekneecentral · 1 year

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pato o’ward masterlist

all blurbs are listed from oldest to newest - oldest being on the top and newest on the bottom. // it’ll be updated as I post!

header by @f1stuffpsd

“wanna know a secret ?” “mhm?” “I lowkey want my fingers inside of you rn”

sleepy sex

“don’t shake your leg”

what he’s like in bed

thigh riding

wake up handjob

“we could order pizza and just stay like this all day.”

skinny dipping

sleepy morning kisses that accidentally turn intense

secretive brushing of fingertips against inner thighs in public spaces

sex after a near death experience

getting railed in sweater season + coming home from the end of indy season

pato’s kinks

“did you touch yourself while I was gone ?”

“I love it when you moan my name” - fwb!pato

can’t keep his hands off you

giving him the cold shoulder

“here? with everyone in the next room?”

one more won’t hurt

don’t flirt with me

“I wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it”

vacation boat rides

engagement means cuddles - fwb!pato

“you wanna do this right now? even thought we could get caught?”

we can’t do this - fwb!pato

#pato o'ward #pato o'ward smut #pato o'ward x reader

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hdsudsfest · 1 year

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HD Sudsfest Fic: Phoenix in the Fire

Phoenix in the Fire by @lqtraintracks

for @wolfpants

Rating: E Words: 28,000 Additional Tags: casual sex (until it’s no longer casual); switching; desi Harry; long-haired Harry; tattooed Draco; Hogwarts professors; Defence Professor Harry; Divination Professor Draco; war orphans; drunkenness; skinny-dipping; Quidditch; duelling; falling in love; fuckbuddies to lovers; angst with a happy ending; elf professors and students; centaur students; ONBC; mild, brief jealousy; past Harry/Ginny; (very) minor Draco/Astoria; POV Harry Potter Prompt: 22

Harry never expected to have a hot summer fling with Draco Malfoy when he agreed to mind the castle with him. He also never expected that it would all have to end on August thirty-first. What happens when casual sex with Harry’s ex-enemy turns not casual after all? And how the hell is he going to stop Draco from making one of the biggest mistakes of his life?

Give Phoenix in the Fire some love on AO3!

new fic header art by @faevorite-main-blog, do not repost

#hd sudsfest 2022 #hd sudsfest #sudsfest #new fic #drarry #drarry fic #hpdm #bathing/washing #draco/harry #drarry fest

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asimplearchivist · 1 year

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𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓼𝓽'𝓼 𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄:

𝓘 𝓯𝓲𝓰𝓾𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓘 𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓼 𝓘 𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓲𝓷 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓮𝓻 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓾𝓼𝓪𝓵. 𝓘 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮𝓵𝔂 𝔀𝓸𝓷’𝓽 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓼𝓯𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓸𝓯 𝓶𝔂 𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓼 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓪𝓸3 𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂’𝓿𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓯𝓸𝓻 (𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓽𝓮) 𝓪 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓮, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓷𝓮𝔀 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓘 𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓘’𝓵𝓵 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓸𝓽𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮. 𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓴 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝓸 𝓶𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰!

𝓞𝓷 𝓪𝓷 𝓪𝓭𝓭𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮, 𝓘'𝓭 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓰𝓸 𝓪𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓪𝓹𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓰𝓲𝔃𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓲𝓶𝓶𝓮𝓭𝓲𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓵𝔂 𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓹𝓸𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝓪𝓷�� 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓼 𝓘 𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓮𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓮𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓸𝓻 𝓸𝓷 𝓐𝓻𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓞𝓾𝓻 𝓞𝔀𝓷—𝓘 𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓰𝓰𝓵𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓪𝓷𝔁𝓲𝓮𝓽𝔂 𝓼𝓸 𝓲𝓽'𝓼 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓼 𝓭𝓲𝓯𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓾𝓵𝓽 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓶𝓾𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓹𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓮𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓪𝓵 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓪𝔀𝓴𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓭 𝓘 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓪𝓶.

𝓨𝓸𝓾'𝓻𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝓮 𝓪𝓼𝓴𝓼 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓶𝔂 𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓼 𝓸𝓻 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓽𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓼 𝓘 𝓻𝓮𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓰 𝓸𝓬𝓬𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 (𝓼𝓮𝓮 𝓷𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓿𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓫𝓮𝓵𝓸𝔀). 𝓘 𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝔂 𝓻𝓮𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓰𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓼/𝓽𝓪𝓰𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓻𝓮 𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓮𝓷𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱 𝓽𝓸 𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓘 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓾𝓯𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓮𝔁𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓼.

𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓴 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓹𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓹𝓹𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓫𝔂! :)

—𝖋𝖎𝖘𝖆𝖗𝖆

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𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓶𝔂 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓪𝓰𝓰𝓮𝓭 𝓪𝓼 "𝓯𝓲𝓼𝓪𝓻𝓪'𝓼 𝓬𝓸𝓭𝓲𝓬𝓮𝓼".

𝓘 𝓭𝓸 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓪 𝓽𝓪𝓰𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓯𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀 @𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷 𝓸𝓷 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓲𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓲𝓯𝓲𝓮𝓭 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓘 𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓷𝓮𝔀. 𝓘 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓻𝓮𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓰 𝓶𝔂 𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮. :)

𝐒𝐘𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐋 𝐊𝐄𝐘:

☼ — 𝓂𝒶𝓁𝑒 𝒫𝒪𝒱 | ☾ — 𝒻𝑒𝓂𝒶𝓁𝑒 𝒫𝒪𝒱 | ☆ — 𝒶𝓁𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓃𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒫𝒪𝒱

𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐈𝐍𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓

‘ 𝕭𝖔𝖙𝖍 𝕲𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕾𝖒𝖆𝖑𝖑 . ’ | 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖙 | ☆ / ♡ ♧ ♦ ♣ / ♔ ♕ ♗ ♖ ♘

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𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 ⤏ (Cullen Rutherford/MGiT!Inquisitor!Reader)

𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂 ⤏ A collection of idyllic, pastoral, cozy scenes from quiet retired life in the fereldan countryside, featuring one Cullen Stanton Rutherford and his reputable bride (as well as his three siblings, a pair of mabari, and a litany of other characters both familiar and not).

𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 ⤏ mild/implied/referenced sexual content (nothing explicit), referenced past body mutilation/scarring thereof, limb loss, (inaccurate depictions of) ptsd, trauma, flashbacks/night terrors, anxiety attacks, depression, nervous breakdowns, self-imposed isolation, vague references to past witnessed horrors, mild intoxication, bug/insect cw... [more tags to be added]

𝓽𝓪𝓰𝓼 ⤏ (mostly) canon compliant, post-canon, post-trespasser, domestic fluff, hurt/comfort, flirting, teasing, angst, insomnia, cooking, sharing clothes, berrypicking, foraging, horseback riding, baking, swimming, bathing/washing, skinny dipping, fishing, napping, tree climbing, writing a memoir/autobiography, cloud watching, bug catching, pranks, mischief, babysitting, picking flowers, bouquets, drying flowers (mentioned), flower crowns, picnics... [more tags to be added]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝟏

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐈 🍃 𝕾𝖑𝖊𝖊𝖕𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕴𝖓

𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝟐

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐈𝐈 🍃 𝕭𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖐𝖋𝖆𝖘𝖙

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐈𝐈𝐈 🍃 𝕳𝖊𝖗𝖇 𝕲𝖆𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖓

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐈𝐕 🍃 𝕬𝖓𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖑 𝕮𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖆𝖓𝖎𝖔𝖓

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐕 🍃 𝕺𝖚𝖙𝖋𝖎𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝕮𝖍𝖔𝖎𝖈𝖊

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐕𝐈 🍃 𝕱𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝕰𝖝𝖕𝖑𝖔𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐕𝐈𝐈 🍃 𝕲𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖑𝖊 𝕾𝖙𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈 🍃 𝕱𝖎𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌

𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝟑

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐈𝐗 🍃 𝕿𝖗𝖊𝖊 𝕮𝖑𝖎𝖒𝖇𝖎𝖓𝖌

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐗 🍃 𝕮𝖑𝖔𝖚𝖉 𝖂𝖆𝖙𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐗𝐈 🍃 𝕭𝖚𝖌 𝕮𝖆𝖙𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐗𝐈𝐈 🍃 𝕻𝖎𝖈𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕱𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖘

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐗𝐈𝐈𝐈 🍃 𝕻𝖎𝖈𝖓𝖎𝖈

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐗𝐈𝐕 🍃 𝕾𝖚𝖓𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖊 𝕺𝕽 𝕾𝖚𝖓𝖘𝖊𝖙

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐗𝐕 🍃 𝕱𝖗𝖊𝖊 𝕯𝖆𝖞!

𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝟒

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐗𝐕𝐈 🍃 𝕳𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖆𝖉𝖊 𝕭𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐗𝐕𝐈𝐈 🍃 𝕬𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖓𝖔𝖔𝖓 𝕹𝖆𝖕

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐗𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈 🍃 𝕿𝖊𝖆 𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖞

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐗𝐈𝐗 🍃 𝕱𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖗 𝕱𝖎𝖊𝖑𝖉

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐗𝐗 🍃 𝕺𝖈𝖊𝖆𝖓 𝖁𝖎𝖊𝖜

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐗𝐗𝐈 🍃 𝕾𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖑 𝕮𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐗𝐗𝐈𝐈 🍃 𝕱𝖆𝖛𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝕱𝖗𝖚𝖎𝖙

𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝟓

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐗𝐗𝐈𝐈𝐈 🍃 𝕽𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖞 𝕯𝖆𝖞

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐗𝐗𝐈𝐕 🍃 𝕾𝖊𝖑𝖋 𝕮𝖆𝖗𝖊

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐗𝐗𝐕 🍃 𝕶𝖓𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐗𝐗𝐕𝐈 🍃 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕹𝖔𝖔𝖐

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐗𝐗𝐕𝐈𝐈 🍃 𝕮𝖔𝖟𝖞 𝕶𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖓

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐗𝐗𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈 🍃 𝕳𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖞 𝕯𝖎𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖗

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐗𝐗𝐈𝐗 🍃 𝖂𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆 𝕷𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗

𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝟔

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐗𝐗𝐗 🍃 𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖌𝖆𝖟𝖎𝖓𝖌

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐗𝐗𝐗𝐈 🍃 𝕭𝖔𝖓𝖚𝖘

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓

‘ 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐊𝐄𝐏𝐓 . ’ | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 | ☆ / ♡ ♢ ♤ ♧ ♦ ♣ / ♔ ♕ ♗ ♖ ♘ ♙

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𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 ⤏ (Khonshu/SingleMom!Avatar!Reader)

𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂 ⤏ Khonshu possesses as many facets of divine responsibilities as the moon has its phases—a warden of protection and vengeance has been his primary identity for centuries. In addition, one might add, he patrons fertility and childbirth. However, fatherhood is another matter entirely.

𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 ⤏ dubcon (only in first chapter), cheating/unfaithfulness (not performed by reader), mild/implied/referenced sex(ual content), infertility, divorce, labor/childbirth complications (non-graphic), near death experience(s), gun violence, gunshot wounds, mild gore, blood and (minor) injury, mental breakdown(s), death threats, intimidation, jealousy, possessive behavior...[more tags to be added] 𝓽𝓪𝓰𝓼 ⤏ canon compliant, pre-canon, angst, (domestic/tooth-rotting/family) fluff, hurt/comfort, (attempts at) humor, pining, slow burn, eventual romance/relationships, strangers to lovers, (magical) (unplanned) pregnancy, kidfic, ancient egyptian literature & mythology (references), protectiveness, vulnerability, miscommunication, banter, (denial of) feelings (realization), holiday/Christmas fluff, ballroom dancing...[more tags to be added]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

𝐂𝐇. 𝐈 ☥ [𓅘𓏏] (‘𝓷𝓗𝓽’ | 𝓹𝓻𝓪𝔂𝓮𝓻, 𝔀𝓲𝓼𝓱)

𝐂𝐇. 𝐈𝐈 ☥ [𓋩𓏏] (‘𝔁𝓽𝓶𝓽’ | 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽)

𝐂𝐇. 𝐈𝐈𝐈 ☥ [𓂋𓎨] (‘𝓻𝓱𝓷’ | 𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓼𝓽 [𝓲𝓷])

𝐂𝐇. 𝐈𝐕 ☥ [𓈐𓊪𓇋𓇋𓅱] (‘𝓱𝓻𝓹𝔂𝔀’ | 𝓼𝓾𝓫𝓶𝓮𝓻𝓰𝓮𝓭, 𝓭𝓻𝓸𝔀𝓷𝓮𝓭)

𝐂𝐇. 𝐕 ☥ [𓂧𓁷𓏏] (‘𝓭𝓗𝓻𝓽’ | 𝓫𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼)

𝐂𝐇. 𝐕𝐈 ☥ [𓎿𓇋𓇋𓏏] (‘𝓗𝓼𝔂𝓽’ | 𝓯𝓪𝓿𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓭)

𝐂𝐇. 𝐕𝐈𝐈 ☥ [] (‘ ’ | ???) {𝐓𝐁𝐀}

‘ 𝓒𝓞𝓝𝓢𝓣𝓔𝓛𝓛𝓐𝓣𝓘𝓞𝓝𝓢 . ’ | 𝓜𝓐𝓢𝓣𝓔𝓡𝓟𝓞𝓢𝓣 | ☆ / ♡ ♢ ♧ ♦ ♣ / ♔ ♕ ♗ ♖ ♘

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𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 ⤏ (Steven Grant/Reader | Marc Spector/Reader | Jake Lockley/Reader)

𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂 ⤏ Everything you thought you knew will fall apart.

𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 ⤏ mental health issues, anxiety, panic attacks, depression, (inaccurate/canon-accurate depictions of) dissociative identity disorder, sleep deprivation, mental breakdown, self-esteem/worth issues, insecurity, (background/canonical/minor) character death, divorce, robbery, breaking and entering, canon-typical violence, tension, suspense, blood and (minor) injury, police, ambushes and sneak attacks, chases, arguing, kidnapping, attempted murder, concussions, confrontations...[more tags to be added]

𝓽𝓪𝓰𝓼 ⤏ canon compliant, pre-canon, post-canon, angst with a happy ending, fluff and angst, hurt/comfort, mutual pining, first meetings, love at first sight, coffee shops, bookstores, friends to lovers, meet-cute, ancient egypt(ian literature & mythology/deities), self-indulgent, therapy, cooking, established relationship, domestic fluff, denial of feelings, dancing, worry, investigations, texting, first aid, first meetings...[more tags to be added]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

𝐂𝐇. 𝐈 ☥ ‘ 𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓵 𝓶𝔂 𝓿𝓸𝓲𝓬𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓰𝓸𝓷𝓮 . ’

𝐂𝐇. 𝐈𝐈 ☥ ‘ 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓼 𝓯𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓯𝓵𝓪𝓽 . ’

𝐂𝐇. 𝐈𝐈𝐈 ☥ ‘ 𝓪 𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 . ’

𝐂𝐇. 𝐈𝐕 ☥ ‘ 𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓭 . ’ [𝓣𝓑𝓐]

𝕄𝕆𝕆ℕ 𝕂ℕ𝕀𝔾ℍ𝕋 𝔼𝕍𝔼ℕ𝕋 | 𝕄𝔸𝕊𝕋𝔼ℝℙ𝕆𝕊𝕋 | ☆ / ♡ ♧ ♦ ♣ / ♘

𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰(𝓼) ⤏ steven grant/reader | marc spector/reader | jake lockley/reader ||| khonshu/reader 𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂 ⤏ all of my entries for the ‘23-'24 bingo event found here: @moonknight-events, hosted by @juneknight and @spacecowboyhotch! :) 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 ⤏ …[more tags to be added] 𝓽𝓪𝓰𝓼 ⤏ …[more tags to be added]

𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑺

☾ “𝓘𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓶𝔂 𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓻𝓽?” ☥ [jake lockley/reader-centric | constellations!verse] ☽

☾ 𝓢𝓹𝓮𝓮𝓭 𝓓𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 ☥ [steven grant/reader-centric | constellations!verse] ☽

☾ 𝓑𝓻𝓾𝓲𝓼𝓮 ☥ [marc spector/reader-centric | constellations!verse] ☽

☾ 𝓡𝓲𝓽𝓾𝓪𝓵 ☥ [khonshu/reader | promises kept!verse] ☽

☾ 𝓢𝓪𝓭 𝓔𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 ☥ [jake lockley/reader-centric | constellations!verse] ☽ [TBA]

𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓

‘ 𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑮𝑯𝑻 𝑰 𝑫𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑴𝑬𝑫 𝑯𝑬𝑹 . ’ | 𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑷𝑶𝑺𝑻 | ☆ / ♡ ♢ ♦ ♣ / ♔ ♗ ♖ ♙

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𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 ⤏ (Miguel O’Hara/Spider!Reader)

𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂 ⤏ You had already lost him once, and you couldn’t bear the thought to lose him again. Little did you know, he had lost you twice.

𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 ⤏ spoilers for atsv, (minor) (background) (canonical) (implied/referenced) character death, mentions of miscarriage, grief/mourning, canon-typical violence, depression, (minor) injuries, arguing, miscarriage, child death...[more tags to be added]

𝓽𝓪𝓰𝓼 ⤏ pre-canon, canon compliant, angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort, mutual pining, enemies to friends to lovers, slow burn, alternate universe, canon divergence, falling in love (again), (borderline) bakery au, pet(s), (street) chases, heart-to-heart, apologies...[more tags to be added]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

𝐂𝐇. 𝐈 🕷️ 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑶𝑵 𝑬𝑴𝑷𝑻𝒀.

𝐂𝐇. 𝐈𝐈 🕷️ 𝑭𝑨𝑪𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑩𝑼𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮.

𝐂𝐇. 𝐈𝐈𝐈 🕷️ 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑲 𝑨𝑩𝑶𝑼𝑻 𝑴𝒀 𝑩𝑨𝑩𝒀.

𝐂𝐇. 𝐈𝐕 🕷️ 𝑭𝑼𝑳𝑳 𝑶𝑭 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬.

𝐂𝐇. 𝐕 🕷️ 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑳𝑫 𝑩𝑨𝑹𝑬𝑳𝒀 𝑬𝑨𝑻.

𝐂𝐇. 𝐕𝐈 🕷️ 𝑵𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑺𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑻𝑬𝑹. [𝑻𝑩𝑨]

𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐁𝐀𝐘𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓

' 𝕊𝔸𝕍𝕀ℕ𝔾 𝔾ℝ𝔸ℂ𝔼 . ' | 𝕄𝔸𝕊𝕋𝔼ℝℙ𝕆𝕊𝕋 | ☆ / ♡ ♤ ♧ ♣ / ♔ ♗ ♖ ♘ ♙

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𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 ⤏ (Bayverse!Optimus Prime/Yeager!Reader)

𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂 ⤏ Cade Yeager’s older sister never knows what she’ll find in their barn upon returning from her routine antiquing trips—the submission box at the driveway is often littered with junk of all kinds that they try to fix for a living. You just never would have expected for him to take on the task of repairing a Cybertronian.

𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 ⤏ ptsd, night terrors, (minor) (canonical) character death, grief, mourning, mentions of cancer, alcohol abuse

𝓽𝓪𝓰𝓼 ⤏ canon compliant, angst, hurt/comfort, slow burn, strangers to lovers, enemies to lovers, fluff, flirting, angst with a happy ending

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

ℂℍ. 𝕀 🗡 𝕀𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔹𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕥

ℂℍ. 𝕀𝕀 🗡 𝕀𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔹𝕒𝕣𝕟

ℂℍ. 𝕀𝕀𝕀 🗡 𝕀𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔻𝕖𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕥

ℂℍ. 𝕀𝕍 🗡 𝕀𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕀𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕞

𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐒: 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄, 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊:

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𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 ⤏ (TFP!Optimus Prime/Reader) | (Past TFP!Optimus Prime/Elita One)

‘ 𝕐𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝔽𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 ’ | ☾ / ♡ ♤ ♣ / ♘ ♙

𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂 ⤏ When the kids grow restless during the weekend, you entreat Optimus to take the group of you out for 'educational' purposes—all goes well until a thunderstorm strikes, but it could have resulted worse.

𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 ⤏ thunderstorms, medical examination (not performed on reader)

𝓽𝓪𝓰𝓼 ⤏ camping, campfire (cooking) (ghost/mystery stories), poetry, crushes, cuddling & snuggling, falling in love, (tooth-rotting) fluff, (not actually) unrequited love, everything is beautiful and nothing hurts

' 𝕊��𝕒𝕣𝕘𝕒𝕫𝕚𝕟𝕘 ' | ☾ / ♡ ♤ ♣ / ♗ ♖ ♘ ♙

𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂 ⤏ You find Optimus musing about the past while surveying Earth's celestial sphere. You try not to let your personal feelings impair your ability to comfort him.

𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 ⤏ grief/mourning, (minor) (background) (past) character death, loss

𝓽𝓪𝓰𝓼 ⤏ sleepovers, stargazing, cybertronian culture/language, angst (and fluff) (with a happy ending) (and hurt/comfort) (and feels) (and tragedy), language (barrier), first meetings, first love, religious discussion, (not actually) unrequited love

𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐃𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓

𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓:

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𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 ⤏ (Hero/Grovyle [NostalgiaShipping])

𝓐 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓰𝓷𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓛𝓲𝓯𝓮 | ☾ / ♡ ♢ ♣ / ♔ ♗

𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂 ⤏ Eliana Kouros is at the end of her rope. She hopes that the yearly tradition of camping in Eterna Forest's sprawling wilds will help to clear her head, but her life takes another turn beyond anything that she could ever have expected.

𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 ⤏ (light) angst, existential crisis, self-worth issues, (minor) (background) (past) (implied/referenced) character death, (animal/pokemon/pet) death, grief/mourning

𝓽𝓪𝓰𝓼 ⤏ pre-canon, canon compliant, (some) humor, roommates, botany, wine, drinking, forests, walk in the woods, camping, hiking, insomnia, late at night, lucid dreaming

𝓢𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓢𝓹𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓽 | ☼ / ♡ ♧ ♦ ♣ / ♔ ♗ ♖

𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂 ⤏ After the events that took place on Vast Ice Mountain, Dialga has released Dusknoir of his duties as his henchman. Dusknoir, in the midst of a self-crisis, is taken under wing by Celebi and Grovyle. Dusknoir finally breaks, and Grovyle reassures him. Dusknoir finds out a couple things about himself that he didn’t know before.

𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 ⤏ near death experience(s), self-worth issues, existential (crisis/angst), self-doubt

𝓽𝓪𝓰𝓼 ⤏ angst, hurt/comfort, crying

𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓟𝓸𝓲𝓼𝓸𝓷, 𝓡𝓮𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓬𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 | ☾ / ♡ ♧ ♦ ♣ / ♔ ♗ ♖ ♘

𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂 ⤏ With her lost memories finally restored, as well as the realization that she was never truly meant to remain in the past to begin with given the fact that it wasn't her place of origin, Eliana decided to return to the restored future hoping for reunions of the most heartfelt kind. She did not, however, consider precisely what—and who—she would rediscover there…as well as the compounding tension that resolving bad blood undoubtedly brings. Guildmaster Lucario, Grovyle, and Celebi would need all the help they could possibly get to prevent Eliana from eradicating Dusknoir now that he had finally had a permanent change of heart…and maybe—just maybe—they could learn to see eye-to-eye once more.

𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 ⤏ angst (with a happy ending), spoilers (but if you haven't played the game by now you really should), (canon-typical) violence, (attempted) murder, (temporary, implied/referenced, canonical, past) character death, near-death experiences, ptsd, depression, anxiety, nightmares…[more tags to be added]

𝓽𝓪𝓰𝓼 ⤏ canon compliant, post-canon, alternate universe, canon divergence, hurt/comfort, enemies to friends, post-canon fix-it, (post-)post-game, protectiveness, wish fulfillment, time travel, flashbacks…[more tags to be added]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

𝐂𝐇. 𝐈 ✨ 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓠𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

𝐂𝐇. 𝐈𝐈 ✨ 𝓐 𝓦𝓲𝓼𝓱 𝓕𝓾𝓵𝓯𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓭 [TBA]

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LIRIELS MASTER POST

Headers link to read (*indicates WIP, or may be cont.):

LIRIELS CHAPTERED FICS (5k+)

L.O.V.E. - John Watson wanted a soulmate. His sister ... just wanted this game to be over. Enter Sherlock Holmes. Fate it seems, has it's own plans ... and the game? Is never over! (27k, M, Only You AU, Italy, fortune teller, ouija board)

*(I Love You) Infinitely - With a snap of his fingers, Thanos caused the heartache and loss of half a planet's population ... and Watson of all people, could kiss the glove that did. (19k+, T, Infinity War, Post-TRF)

*Christmas in Honeycutt - John's publisher invites a sailor out to his idyllic estate for a Christmas worthy a hero ... only ... John doesn't have an estate. Or a wife. Or a child. He just writes about them! (25k+, M, WWII, spy, codes)

Give My Love To The Chef - John visits the restaurant after the Fall. They serve him the perfect dishes. Dishes that make him feel homesick and happy. Somehow ... the chef always knows what he wants before he asks ... (18k, M, Post-TRF, Fix-it)

Playing Cupid - What if Sherlock sent Mike out to bring Watson back? What if he was taking no chances on that chance meeting? (ASIP fix-it, canon complicit)

Spin The Bottle - Have you ever played this game before, Sherlock? (8k, M, S1-2ish, Strip Games)

*What If I'm Not? - Maybe in confessing why he's not o.k. ... he is really pushing Sherlock out of his life for good. How could such a disclosure not? (5k+, correspondence fic, fluff collab)

LIRIELS SHORT FICS (up to 5K)

PAYPHONE - (<2k ea., post-TRF alternates)

Keep Us From Falling - (5k, T, Una Stubbs tribute)

*Love Potion No. 9 - (5k, G, HP au, complete as-is)

The Years Keep Returning Me To You - (4k)

*Give Me A Reason - (4k, New Years alt meet)

The Girlfriend Mixup - (3k, angst, fluff)

Bleeding Out - (3k, S3 never happened)

*Hurt For Me - (3k; may become M 15-20k+)

Sherlock Is A Girls Name - (2k, HLV, alt S3)

Next Time - (2k, angst, fluff, first kiss)

*Rarified - (2k, synesthesia, soulmates au)

Kiss Me Now Before You Go - (2k, WWII)

The Limp You Gave Me - (<2k, angst, post-TRF)

I Will Try (To Fix You) - (<2k, steampunk, TRF)

Summer Calling ... - (<1k, teenlock, skinny dipping)

Hope Eternal - (1k, Hobbit inspired, post-TRF fix-it)

The Genius Who Had No Heart In His Chest - (<1k, x reader)

*After All - (<1k, oneshot, idiots in love)

*Without A You - (<1k, without a clue, role rev.)

Into Battle - (<1k, oneshot, fixing S3 TSOT)

LIRIELS PROMPT FICS (Collection)

Most less than 1k words, oneshots, drabble, etc. prompted by Tumblr posts, asks, events, and challenges.

The Paper Boy (#sherlock challenge)

LOCK DOWN (#FFF155)

CATCH (#sherlock challenge)

H.O.U.N.D. (#FFF120)

S P I C E (#sherlock challenge)

The Cuts That Bleed (#FFF139)

Experiments in Conductivity (#FFF126)

Come Closer

Drowning (And I Thought You Knew)

THIINK TWIICE (#FFF125)

Upside Down (#sherlock challenge)

Speak For Me (#FFF154)

*Do Not Download The Souls (#FFF140)

*You Can See Me

The Highest Compliment

Never Gonna Dance Again

Constellations

RISE AND FALL (#FFF145)

LONG LOST ... (#holmestice)

LOST PUPPY

Paper Heart

Do Bees Kiss? or Just Sting?

Short Poems Are The Best

A Thing (destial news)

Three Little Words (groot & SH talking)

I Will Go Down With This Ship

What To Give The Detective Who Has Everything

The Devil Went Down To London

I Want To Love Him In The Sunlight (Clueda)

He Smiles (haiku, 7PercentSolution)

Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit!

LIRIELS SHERLOCK POETRY (Collection)

Coffee and Then Coffee // A Million Things You Don't Do // RED // Empty Hearse // But I Can't // Welcome to London // The Next Time We Say Goodbye // We'll Go No More A-Sleuthing // Endgame // Invisible Man // Distractions // You Speak and Worlds Awaken // This Ending // 3rd is Last Place // Somebody's Someone // Undo Me // Without a Clue // I Fight the Need // Boxing Day // ... But I Can't Have Him // 2 B 1 // Your Orbit // Moving On // Infinity Smiles

LIRIELS PODFICS (Gifts for)

*Juxtaposition (Clueda)

How To Date Your Flatmate (EchoSilverWolf)

Prompt #49 Take Off Your Shirt (KittenKin)

The Wedding Gift (Calais_Reno)

Queer Eye: Johnlock Edition (fellshish)

I Speak for the Curls (ChrisCalledMeSweetie)

I Have Not Lingered (saintscully)

The Telltale Heart (Calais_Reno)

Tattered (SrebrnaFH)

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wiltedrosewritings · 7 months

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NEVERLAND IN AUGUST

I often tell myself I will no longer partake in writing tae fics bc they always turn out excessively angsty and melodramatic, and yet, I find myself here, time and time again.

short version: kth and poor decisions. salty air. beach shore. never meant to be. exchanges that slipped away into moments in time. a secret well kept, and then fallen into oblivion. seashells. skinny dipping. august, except it's not. you, except you are not mine. us, except there is no such thing. you were never mine to keep, or to lose.

tae's got a neverland complex. doesn't wanna grow up, bc it means leaving behind his freedom, but worst of all, you. or something like that.

proceed, if you are interested in the long version.

wc: 3.7 k

tracklist: 'August' by Taylor Swift

tense and POV: 2nd person and past

You are so easy to fall back into, as though we are molded to fit one another, a lock to its key, and it shouldn't be this easy to self-destruct.

Taehyung slipped away into the night when the crowd had settled and turned its eyes blind; when the topics of conversation had shuffled from his career and marital prospects to rather pettier, popular culture developments.

He averted curious gazes amidst the crowded streets as he meandered aimlessly. Like a compass with a damaged needle, he spun indefinitely, pressed tight between bodies. No sense of direction.

With a flighty gaze, he scoured the surrounding, illuminated buildings for an anchor, a sort of lighthouse, some sort of sign to pierce his attention, slap him hard across the cheek as the ground would if he would only stop falling. If the ground were to catch him and hold him, rather than cave beneath his feet.

Gloomy, dim eyes searched past the silhouettes of the skyscrapers, past the nomadic clouds, which veiled the moon's luminous halo, attempting to make out faint stars freckling the sky.

Not just any stars.

Polaris - a stable point, axis, around which the rest of the world's body falls and rises.

The star he'd chased with his siblings through the playgrounds long ago.

The clouds were too vast and dense, as were the crowds pressing in around him. Suddenly, he felt painfully sympathetic of Polaris's condition; the world seemed to start spinning around him, too; the ground at his feet warping with each unsteady step.

He didn't want to be central, polar. He wanted to be a fuzzy margin, ambiguous, never quite a start, never quite an end. The horizon.

He wanted to be too many things in life, and nothing at all, at once. It was dizzying, to say the least, to be tugged in every direction. To have so many quarreling voices beckoning your attention.

Sometimes he wished he could split himself into a million little versions. Split the burden between them.

He just wanted it to stop. The spinning. The encompassing chatter. The omnipresent stares. All of it.

He dipped into a gas station with a neon sign for a header and pulled the cheapest bottle of red wine from its rack. Rolled it over the counter towards the register clerk along with his upturned ID, only his thumbpad mostly covered his picture and name.

It was a quick swivel, quick enough for the clerk to nod in recognition he was of age; not long enough for them to register the reputation behind the name, the face;

not long enough for a light to flicker in their distant gaze and their mouths to fall slack in awe.

With a lazy grip on the bottle's neck, he swayed and weaved through the saturated streets, often slamming shoulders, until he sank into a dim alley, save for an overhead flickering neon sign, similar to that of the gas station, only just one flicker short of giving out.

He padded his way out to a quieter, sleeping street, and found himself a vacant bench to collapse onto.

It was finally dark, and quiet, and the margins of the world had seemed to settle about him.

There, he conjured up an affair with the shadows until he grew to question whether he'd become one. Whether the star-freckled clouds had encompassed and carried him away, to some distant Neverland. A place that could offer him an eternity to figure out the calls and wants of his heart.

His parents had omitted a truth from him. They'd omitted many through his development, opting for sugar-coating existence, but of all the ones, this one was unforgivable.

They had never mentioned how it is like the air in your lungs dissipates with each passing year. A blind habit forms: you start holding your breath just to get through a couple of gruesome hours, a shift, the day.

You wait for the afternoon to catch it again, but then the afternoons start growing burdensome in a way uniquely their own. It grows, the weight on your chest, drowns you and kills you slowly.

In his brief recollection tonight, he supposes they'd been unconvincing in their pretensions. They'd never blatantly admitted this truth but had often insinuated it.

He should have looked closer, not forsaken the fine details.

He would have noticed the drawn bags lining their eyes, the burst capillaries on the ivory margins.

He would have felt the exasperated sigh leaving their lips while bracing their weight against the counter, just trying to stand another day.

He could feel that helpless sigh, now. Infact, it had grown to become his.

A sigh which seeped into the quiet night.

Quiet, safe for the whir of cars on the highway, a couple of miles back; safe for the chirp of crickets nestled amidst bushes, shrubs.

Quiet, safe for the sudden exclaim of a nearby branch, snapped under unannounced weight.

Taehyung stiffened and used the bottle that had been resting on his thigh as leverage, in case he'd need to spring upward and dash -though, it would likely be less of a dash, more of a stumble and awkward trot away given his inebriation.

"Boo!"

He didn't startle, much too inhibited to have reacted within the acceptable timeframe.

Or simply, too unbothered.

Instead, he turned his head with a lazy, drunken gaze and there you were -- his Neverland on Earth, stardust lining your eyes, a shard of magic and dream and impossible possibilities amidst a limiting world.

The stars surely envied you.

You kicked the air, standing, waiting awkwardly, as if for an invitation from him to sit. You weren't sure if he'd appreciate you intruding on his hideout, even if it was a vacant restaurant patio, with rusted chairs and overgrown ivy.

"They are losing their minds looking for you, you know?"

"They are?" A smug smile tugged on the corner of his glistening lips. "Let them." He proceeded to lick the gloss away, tasting the bitterness of residual liquor with subtle tones of sweet vanilla and tart cherry. "Are you gonna tattle on me?"

He swung down the leg he'd had outstretched on the bench, opening a space for you. Welcomed your presence.

Your original reluctance dissipated, formerly pinched shoulders relaxing.

"I already did," you flaunted, lied, made your way across the patio, crunching over shattered stone.

As you lowered yourself onto the seat, he gestured the opaque bottle at you, whirling the contents around.

"If I'm going down..." he started, holding back a hiccup behind puckered lips. For an instant, his face twisted, as if bile had crept up the column of his throat.

He swallowed hard, and quarreled with the nausea wringing his stomach. "I might as well not remember any of it."

You'd feel nauseated, too, leading his life.

Sure, it was glimmery and luxurious, alluring and comfortable by every physical means, with everything imaginable so carefully crafted and tailored. The perfect life.

It was all pretend, shallow. A gilded cage is only ever still a cage, a prison, confinement.

It wasn't him - not the him that you knew. He was a free bird, meant to take flight.

The him that you knew would be up for spontaneous drives to the shore. He'd get lost out of an insistence to avoid using navigation systems. He'd blast every genre of music through the speakers, and somehow recall every lyric, even the ones that were in a foreign tongue.

The him you knew, would leave his shoes at every corner, flinging them off with irritability, complaining about how sore they made him, managing to turn it into a debacle on how suffocating it is to be trapped.

He'd walk on coarse gravel, all through the city. Come home with the filthiest soles, nothing short of charcoal. He'd defy every norm with the lightest of smiles, come spewing to you about the sights he saw on his adventures, the people he'd met, how he'd played soccer with a couple of kids from the neighborhood, how their mother had served him some jiggae and how it reminded him so much of home.

Then he'd guffaw, shake his head and tell you that it was weird how he could recognize the familiarity of home when he'd never really met it.

But you were, of course, biased in your belief that the only version of him that existed was the one he showed you. You didn't really - or simply didn't want to - accept that this version could be the manifestation of a persona, a theatrical mask meant to distract something deeper, more fragile, genuine, and lost.

Your accepting company allowed him to be a different version of himself, but it wasn't entirely the truest one.

"Get up." You slapped his thigh and turned the bottle he'd handed over, letting its maroon content pour onto the cement, stain it beyond repair. "I want you to remember tonight."

He groaned, collapsing his head onto his hands and ruffling his hair into a nest. "I had been enjoying that!"

"That..." You shifted your gaze to the ground and then back up at him, brows pinched in question. You couldn't possibly be referring to the same thing. "No one could possibly enjoy that. Abominable." You shuddered.

"It was cheap," he justified.

"You act as if you have no money."

"I don't! It's their money." He thrust both arms into the open air, gesturing to his puppet masters, to the strings sewn into his elbows and wrists.

At all times, he was being watched fall apart at the seams, and was scrutinized. The same life which had been breathed into his infantile lungs, never felt his. Instead, it reminded him of a plotted strategy on a chess board game drawn out for added torture. It wasn't a single, one-time commitment; it was a lifetime of sustaining choices that would remove him further from himself.

"Enough self-pity for one night. Come on." You rose, knees creaking a little. "Let's go."

"Where to?" He beckoned, still planted on the bench.

"Somewhere. Anywhere. Nowhere." The offer hung in the air, open to endless possibilities. Potential twinkled in your starry eyes; a million wishes and dreams birthed in a second.

You smiled, and stardust gathered on your tear line, rained down and dusted his sullen limbs until he was floating, made weightless, trailing after you.

"Neverland."

"What?"

"Let's go to Neverland."

You snickered and it was as if bells chimed, rang, jingled.

"What are you - Have you gone mad?" Taehyung hissed, dancing his weary gaze across his immediate surroundings. He'd rapidly grown weary, careful of an audience bearing witness to the spectacle you were putting on, in your lacy underwear. Locks of hair danced around your figure in response to a cool oceanic breeze gathering to greet you.

"I am pretty sure this is illegal. Illegal, T."

T, as in Tinker Bell, his personal version of a rose-tinged fairy, with a volatile temper, particularly when things don't follow your script.

Incredulously, Taehyung continued to mumble beneath his breath. The cyclical breath of the sea drowned his protests.

Your bra collapsed onto a mound of sand, forcing his lips mute. Like a fish hauled out of the water, his lips smacked open, shut, then open again, failing to close around the ghost of words he'd thought to say but suddenly drew blank on.

Cheeks burning flushed in that so fae way, you dipped your chin behind the curtain of your hair.

You shut your eyes for what you were about to do. Mustered the courage to follow through, to not feel vulnerable under his gaze.

Taehyung's unwavering gaze followed your hands down, before trailing up so fast he saw stars spinning around his field of vision. He felt he'd been thrown into Van Gogh's Starry Night.

Slowly, apprehensively, he let his eyes cascade over your silhouette, which grew smaller in the distance as you raced to the sea, desperate to hide in its embrace.

Growing envious of it, Taehyung ripped his top off his torso, and stumbled the length of the shore, quarreling with his trousers.

In his boxers, he stopped close enough for the edge of the tide to graze the tip of his toes. Retracted at the sudden bite of cold. "You are mad, woman." It's no longer a question.

"Look who's talking?" You twirled around, the water caressing your sides, sculpting you with as much love and delicate intent as a historic artist did his marble block. "Isn't this illegal?"

And something in you fizzled, like the air bubbles frothing against your lips on the crystalline surface. It filled you with confusing pleasure to leave a mark on him. To corrupt him.

You hoped your touch on him - your influence - was permanent enough to outlive all that would proceed. Permanent and deep like etchings on tree barks, or indentations on freshly cemented sidewalks.

The panic in his gaze had long dissipated. It blended into a palette of emotions. All unnamable, indistinguishable, but utterly mesmerizing, nonetheless, much like the colorful horizon behind you.

Delight. Amusement. Fascination. A twinge of flippant anger.

You drive me mad, woman.

Orange sherbet. Strawberry pink. Lavender lilacs.

Mad enough to rouge his own cheeks.

You'd like to stare long enough to acquaint yourself with each and every one of them. To name them all, and find where one starts, and the other ones trails off.

But the thought of staring, steadily into his gaze makes you restless, short of breath. As if there isn't enough air in the entire atmosphere to satiate your lungs.

You can't name the way he looks at you; it's foreign, but not frightening in its oddity. Still, you can recognize its danger, in that it's not a known way to look at friends.

You reclined your head onto the surface of the water, much as you would against your pillow after a long day. "Oh, it's heavenly, Tae." With your arms outstretched like the limbs of starfishes on the ocean floor, you floated. The salty medium carried the voice of the sea directly into your ears. The sound of your breathing and the beating of your heart amplified.

A bizarre reminder that you were indeed alive.

Splashing and thrashing echoed across the sea, and you instinctively curled in on yourself to find Taehyung visibly grimacing at the cold state of the water.

"Why did I ever think following you was a good idea?"

You beamed, droplets of the salty sea clinging to your lashes, where they refracted the setting sun, and it's like stardust in broad daylight all over again.

"You have to do it all at once. Don't think. Just do," you encouraged, watching as the delicate, thinly defined muscles of his torso flexed and twitched over the surface of the water.

His gaze was devoid, save for deeply creased brows caught in contemplation. A war with the limits of sensation. He held his arms linked over his chest to preserve heat, or perhaps hide his vulnerability.

Water pooled in the cup of your hand, which you splashed in his direction, aimed right at his handsome frown.

Victory ignited like an ember amidst your eyes.

He grew to shudder a few arms' length from you. Broad and strong shoulders quivered helplessly.

"You!" Then, those burnt-honey eyes pierced yours. Glaring. Fixed.

The cupid-bow lining his upper lip momentously twitched as he repeated himself "You-" His words stumbled over unstable, shallow breaths.

You withdrew into the water's embrace and watched attentively, as the waterline climbed up his finely detailed torso. Outstretched arms grew nearer. Burnt-honey eyes widened in a vengeful craze. Ivory teeth became bared underneath strawberry-red lips.

A frightened giggle of yours bubbled the water's surface rimming your chin.

Finally, with an inhale of courage, Taehyung lunged forward, took the blow of the cold front on, and wrapped you in his arms. His weight sunk you beneath the surface. You were a pair of tangled anchors.

Not having stored a breath in your lungs, you squirmed and kicked in his old. His groans were muted by the harrowing echoes of the abyss beneath the sea.

Strong arms tightened around you and hauled you out. You broke the surface with a desperate gasp, choking for breath between giggles.

Laughter echoed in his chest, and reverberated through you. It reminded you of the waves and siren songs you grew up believing resided within conch shells as a pig-tailed kid.

Since having shed your milk teeth and tolerated the gnaw of growing pains that accompanied such loss, you'd given up on childish fables of that kind.

On trips to the shore, there weren't hidden siren songs in the colorful conch shells you held up to your ear. There was only your younger sister cackling beside you, calling you a fool - but only after having tried it for herself first.

But much as you had convinced yourself siren songs didn't exist inside the shells, you'd also convinced yourself you'd never hear that laugh again. Somber. Baritone. A tad boyish, in the way it would crack unpredictably. So wholly yours. It was a tune you'd looped in your memory from the very first instance you'd heard it.

In that split-second, with his hands fanned over your hip bones, and half-moon eyes tenderly fixed on yours, the fables did not seem so farfetched. New possibilities were solidifying at the tip of your fingers. Your fingers grazed the apples of his cheek.

The possibilities were whispers in the crest of your ear.

You'd only needed to get far enough from the bustling commotion of the city to hear them, to realize they'd always been there.

An abstract somethingness would always exist between you two, just barely palpable.

The champagne had a mildly scorched aroma undermining its light fizz. You grimaced as it burned its way down your throat.

On any given night, you would much prefer a cup of tea to pair with the sacred act of slipping into bed; green, chamomile, on occasion, even aromatic Tulsi.

But tonight, you weren't trying to sleep, to ease a mild case of insomnia. Sleep would rob you of time both of you knew you didn't have.

After a couple of swigs from the dark bottle, your skin began to buzz. A denseness subtly amounted over you, as though honey were dripped over your body, every move lubricated, viscous.

Your legs were warm, draped over his in a languid, but intimate manner - almost grounding in nature, as if you were his anchor. You tethered him to the present pleasures, kept his mind off the anxious tomorrows.

His lips were sweet on yours and at times a hint bitter, like something you shouldn't have taken pleasure in tasting. A poison, that grows tolerable the more you ingest, but not any less deadly.

The tolerance being an illusion, an influence of the poison over you, foreshadowing its impending triumph, as you relinquish your willpower.

That's it. You were dwindling under its influence. Your mind grew heavy, like your limbs, with intoxication.

It was no longer bitter.

Rather, it became cloying, and you were innately and undeniably insatiable.

Taehyung hoisted your hips to reposition them over his, desiring your proximity. Possibly as equally intoxicated. The question hung over your heads in the shape of a watchful moon.

Who was the poison?

The hold on you was rough, but harmless. It was the gentlest rough-grip you have ever been subjected to. You allowed it.

"I shouldn't do this." Your shallow breath ghosted his swollen lips in torment.

He nuzzled the distance in desperation, and you obliged, tasting him apprehensively.

Just one peck.

Then, another.

And, what if, perhaps you held his lips in place with adoration and reverence. Held them in a warm hug, as if to shield them from the cool breeze blowing in from the sea.

Would that have been such a crime?

The set of trespassers that tore through your blouse certainly were (criminal). They robbed you of any and every modicum of self-restraint.

You were no longer holding his lips. You had long since graduated to a sculptor, molding them to your will with each measured graze. Simultaneously, you started to circle your hips over his, back and forth, round around.

"We should stop." Taehyung breathed raggedly into your neck. "Tell me to stop," and it came across as half-plea, half-demand.

You defied him, pulled him close, your breasts flushed against his sturdy chest.

You were definitely the poison.

You were a corrupt, filthy little thing. Loved it when he called you out on it.

Tonight, he held you like you were something, someone sacred, like you were ceramic at risk of shattering in his hands.

You wrestled his gentle touch, wanting him to defile as he'd done enough times before for it to not be mistaken with error, overwhelming tempation.

You were temptation embodied, but he never once feigned sanctity.

Equally so, if not more, you deeply desired to defile him, to permeate every inch of him until the crime became undeniable.

Fast, is how it unfolded.

But is there any better way to go?

Live fast, die young, right? Shine so bright you burn out. A phenomenal supernova. Watchers gathered to experience a historic event.

There certainly wasn't an absolute right or wrong way to go. But, if there had been, Taehyung was certain that way was fast. To burn like the dozens of stars in the sky, framing the quaint balcony. One moment there, the next gone.

He knew that his departure approached just as quickly as dawn brightened the horizon. He knew you weren't oblivious to this fact.

Something in him winced at the thought of putting you through it again.

"Tell me to stop."

"Don't stop."

"Tell me to go," he almost begged, groaning as you kissed down the column of his neck.

"Stay."

He wished he could.

A ringtone blared across the room, funneling out through the creak between the balcony door and the frame. It said what neither could bring themselves to utter.

Taehyung marched out of the room, half-dressed, delirious but with a direction in mind.

And just like that, the bitter taste returned to overpower your senses.

The whispers in your ears, grew deceiving.

Deceitful little lies. Impossible possibilities.

The possibilities that had grazed your fingertips crumbled into mounds of sand.

Sand, after all, is only ever withered shells.