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A/N: Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone! ♥ Requests from @incurablyromanticsblog and six (!) anons. I had so many super short requests that wouldn’t have made a whole story on their own, so now… here we have a spicy-President!Loki-Bonnie-and-Clyde-like-but-somehow-also-fluffy-Valentine’s-story! Enjoy, everyone!

Words: 4768 Warnings: succubus!Reader, smut, fluff, violence, poison, imprisonment, blood, starvation

Moaning in a satisfied manner, you rolled over, letting the warm morning sunlight warm your naked skin. The sheets shifted a little during your movement, revealing your bare back to the barely awake God of Mischief resting next to you on the enormous king-size bed his magic had conjured up.

You shivered when his long digits ghosted over your spine, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “Good morning, pet,” he purred, his mischievous smirk speeding up your heartbeat in an instant.

“Morning…”

“Are you hungry?” His left eyebrow rose a little, daring you to an answer. You smiled, your eyes falling back shut.

“I’m good, actually. Not many men keep me up all night, you see.”

Loki chuckled. “There are no men like me, I can assure you.”

You had been fucking like wild animals for the past few weeks now. The sexual tension had been growing ever since you two met and when the God of Mischief found out you were a succubus… he offered you to feed on him in exchange for pleasure. He was different from the other men—the men back home who didn’t treat you like more than a body to have sex with because you needed it to survive anyway—no. Loki saw you. He saw your desires, saw your will and your persistence to survive after you had confessed your life story to him.

That you had fled your home to not be married off into a harem. To not serve incubi and their mortals men-slaves as warm a warm body to keep their cocks warm. Loki must have been sent to you by fate. When he told you about the Tesseract—an ancient artefact powerful enough to send you to different dimensions—you were intrigued and he had proposed a deal.

Help him, become his ally, and in return, he would ensure the blue cube would send you wherever you wished. You scoffed into the soft pillow. When you’re on the run, it was easier to flee to another dimension altogether. They wouldn’t search for you or find you there.

There wasn’t much you knew about Loki aside from the fact he was an Asgardian God and a Frost Giant by birth. You had learned quickly enough his adoptive father had neglected him and that his brother, Thor, was irritable enough for him to curse his very existence even though part of him loved the God of Thunder.

Having sex with him started out as a means to an end—to help with the constant sexual itch lingering between you two, a distraction as you raided Midgard for the Tesseract like a modern Bonnie and Clyde, leaving nothing but chaos and havoc behind. But then, one innocent morning, when he had still been asleep peacefully and you’d watched his relaxed features, stroking his gorgeous cheekbones… you realised you had fallen for him. Loki was an outsider much like you. He was mischievous, intelligent and oh, he could be so deliciously evil if things didn’t go his way.

Just now, you had lied to him. You were hungry again already. But if you fed on him now, a quick fuck would likely turn into Loki chaining you to the bed and having his way with you until you could all but whimper his name, over and over again. It wouldn’t be the first time.

You had work to do. The Tesseract had last been located in a government facility here in New York—a place Loki was only too keen on keeping away from even though he had no intention of letting you know why.

“I will get dressed and head down to the facility, lurk about and spy a little. I’m sure I’ll find a security hole within an hour.”

“Now?”

“Yes, now. We need the cube sooner rather than later.”

Loki frowned, propping himself up on his elbows when you stood. Stark naked, you tiptoed through the room in search of your clothes that were scattered all over the floor thanks to your uncontrolled passion last night.

You resisted the urge to jump back into bed and lick every single inch of his godly body. His naked upper body looked gorgeous in the sunlight shining through the open windows. You hadn’t bothered closing the curtains yesterday.

“You have barely slept, pet. It will take time to retrieve the Tesseract. You don’t know the Avengers like I do. They will do everything in their power to keep the cube out of harm’s way.”

“Why? What do they want with it?”

“Nothing, except for an undying power source for electricity and weapons. They have no interest in travelling through dimensions, even though I would argue SHIELD does indeed.”

“The Avengers… SHIELD… you speak in riddles, Loki.”

The God of Mischief smirked. “That shall be a story for another time.”

“You say that a lot, you know.”

Humming, he stood, revealing a delicious view of his behind before eventually turning around to face you again. You licked your lips, your eyes automatically travelling down to his length which had been inside of you only a few hours before.

“You need rest, pet. You will be of no help to me if you drop unconscious out of exhaustion sooner or later.”

“I’m fine, Loki. I’m not human either, remember?”

The God of Mischief lifted his chin, his hands coming up to cup your face, thumbs stroking over your cheekbones. Your eyes fluttered shut. You did love his gentle touches. In fact, now that you thought about it, Loki’s hands were on you constantly. It wasn’t just the body parts men usually found sexually attractive, though you had little grounds to complain about his palms exploring your breasts, buttocks and pussy whenever he got the chance. Sometimes, Loki’s knuckles brushed over your forearm, other times, he would rest his face on your bare stomach after a long day of causing just enough mischief for the guards and SHIELD agents to remain distracted and stressed. It was almost like… like he was touch-starved.

You had seen this god murder men who stood in his way, had seen him drive another insane with wit and manipulation but with you… with you he was as soft as the light touch of a feather sailing to the ground.

Standing on your toes, you brought your palms against his well-defined chest and kissed him hungrily. Your senses awakened as soon as you initiated the act of intimacy, your body more than ready to feed on the sexual energy seething inside of him.

No time, not now. You could still fuck him senseless tonight when you were both back in this mediocre hotel room Loki’s seidr had turned into a small palace. Perhaps, however, there was just enough time for you to suck him off in the shower, to sate your hunger just a little?

“I’m going to get washed,” you announced, reluctantly releasing his lips. “Care to join me?”

Loki’s grin was louder than any verbal yes could have possibly been.

If he truly loved you back, Loki was guarding the secret like the SHIELD agents were guarding the Tesseract. You decided to make your move the same night before you’d pass on from impatience. Perhaps it was ridiculous to hope that once the Infinity Stone was in your possession, Loki would take you with him wherever he went. Perhaps it was selfish, too and yet, the closer you stepped to the cube, the more you began to despise the very idea of parting ways with the cheeky God of Mischief.

The horrifying thought, ending up alone yet again and losing the man you had fallen in love with, kept you distracted. You had to rely on Loki once he opened a green, shimmering portal to the inside of the facility.

“Let’s have some fun, shall we?” he whispered into the utter darkness, allowing you to cling to his leather armour as you sneaked through the dark and empty hallways. The guards were positioned around the securely locked room containing a “confidential” object. You could feel it in your very bones. It must have been the Tesseract.

Loki nodded at you once you were close enough. You could barely make out his features but it was enough for a mute understanding. Kill everyone on sight because they will not hesitate to take your life either.

You had murdered many times in your life. It was necessity and raw survival instinct that had made you who you were—what were a few more deaths, now that your freedom was so close you could practically feel it?

Your senses were tingling, your breath shaky. It was then you heard it. Footsteps. Footsteps that did not belong to Loki or you. Bracing yourself for the fight, you clenched your fists, claws replacing your manicured fingernails. There were perks to being a succubus, after all—ripping your foes to shreds was one of them.

“Brother?”

The warm and deep voice, however, let you pause. Tilting your head, you glanced over to Loki whose lips had parted ever so slightly. He took a deep breath, lifting his chin proudly. One heartbeat passed, then another… and then someone turned on the lights.

You squinted in order for your eyes to get used to the sudden change of brightness. You spotted five people blocking your path, one of them you recognised as Loki’s brother himself, if only because he was carrying his beloved hammer. The others, you did not know but you were fairly certain it was the infamous Avengers Loki had warned you about.

“Thor… what an unpleasant surprise,” the God of Mischief mused. You remained silent. They were a bunch of awkward creatures indeed. One of them was dressed in black, wearing sunglasses even though it was night. Strapped to his back was a quiver filled with arrows you doubted only pierced through people’s skin. Another one was wrapped in a red and gold metal suit, with only his face showing through an open hatch. The redhead woman was pointing one of her guns at Loki and the average guy wearing glasses had put his hands in his pockets. The last one was wearing the most ridiculous superhero suit you had ever seen. You raised your eyebrows at them.

“Listen to reason, Loki. You don’t have to do this.”

“Do I not?” He chuckled. “I am not the Loki you fought here in this monstrosity of a city, Thor.”

“Why, because you got a new haircut, dipshit?” The man in the iron suit bellowed.

You, on the other hand, frowned. “Loki, what are you talking about?”

“So it is true then. We were warned about you. I should have listened,” Thor roared all the while the other’s gazes travelled over to you for a moment. “How did you escape the Void?”

“The Void? What’s the Void?” Loki ignored you completely, fomenting your anger.

“How did you know we were here?” he asked instead, possibly stalling. You were unsure what his plan was—but if the Avengers were as smart as he made them out to be, brute force would likely not suffice to beat them, not tonight.

“We had help—a lovely organisation calling itself the TVA. You might have heard of them, Loki. Rumour has it you’ve been causing them quite some trouble,” the man with the ridiculous blue eye mask and stripes and stars on his armour said.

Loki rolled his eyes. “The TVA was no more than a detour on my journey to glorious purpose. I write my own destiny and for that—I will need the Tesseract.”

“Over our dead bodies.”

“With pleasure.”

The redhead kept her gun pointed at Loki. Her expression did not let on a single emotion. “Agent Romanoff,” Loki chided, directing his attention towards her. “You know those bullets will not so much as scratch my skin.”

“I know. That’s why they’re drenched in poison. You might be a god… but she isn’t.” Her threat came too fast for you to react, for in the next moment, Romanoff had already pulled the trigger. The bullet hit you in the shoulder, knocking you back and against one of the metal pillars. You barely registered the pain of your back colliding with it, too great was the stinging and burning sensation of the foreign object in your flesh.

Loki attacked, daggers materialising in his hands. Any moment now, he would slaughter them where they stood—not for you, you weren’t naïve enough to think that—but in order to end this nonsense once and for all, to bring the Tesseract into your possession at last and then get the hell out of here. You’d survive. It wasn’t the first time you had been shot, although… although it was the first time the bullet had been poisoned. You were warm. No, you were hot. You were sweating. Dizzy, you sank to the floor, shaking like dry autumn leaves in the wind. What… what kind of poison was that? How could it have such an effect on you, an immortal being?

“L-Loki… s-something’s wrong,” you choked out. Hoping he’d hear you, you covered your wound with your right hand, your dark-red blood—almost black—staining your palm. Your sight was too blurry to make out the details of the fight, couldn’t make out if Loki had the upper hand. What you did register was him flipping around, concerned… for you. The blow your involuntary distraction earned him sounded painful, lest it was Mjölnir knocking the God of Mischief to the ground. Still—his stunning blue eyes never left yours and they widened when he realised… when he realised… you gasped for air. You might actually die tonight if you didn’t feed soon to heal yourself. Whatever poison this was… the Avengers had been prepared for him, for you both. And they’d had help—possibly from this secret TVA organisation Loki seemed to know only all too well.

“Alright, stop! Stop!” he shouted. Panic was sizzling in his voice, an emotion you had never seen him display in all of your time together. In your delirious state, hope crawled up your guts. Hope that perhaps the God of Mischief did in fact reciprocate your romantic feelings for him. “I yield! I yield! Let me take her away, she needs to feed.”

Loki’s defeat was the last thing your ears were able to process before you succumbed to darkness and fell unconscious.

“Thor, listen to me! If you lock her up on her own and don’t provide her with sustenance, she will die.” Loki hurried to keep up with the God of Thunder. The handcuffs they had used on him had been forged on Asgard, blocking his magic and enough of his strength to keep him in check—for now.

“She is a succubus, Loki. Mother warned us about them when we were young. They lure you into their trap and before you know it, they suck the life out of you. It’s good riddance.”

“Brother, please. Let me into her cell then. Let me be with her.” Thor halted so suddenly that the God of Mischief almost bumped into him. It was obvious he was unfamiliar with such strong emotions from him but so was he. Loki had realised the very moment that bullet had hit you that he loved you, truly.

The sheer thought of losing you to death was unbearable, suffocating. For once in his life, he had an equal. Someone who understood his ways, someone who sided with him, someone who had chosen him over Thor. He dreaded what would happen once you would ask the inevitable question and find out who he truly was. But none of that mattered as long as you stayed alive.

When you came to, your surroundings had changed. Thick metal walls trapped you inside a cold and sterile room with a metal floor. Somebody had laid you down on a hospital-like bed but there was no blanket, no pillow.

Coughing, you attempted to sit up only to be greeted by a singeing pain tearing through your shoulder. The bullet. The poison. Loki. Loki!

Your eyes darted around the room but you were alone. Where was he? Was he alive? You would skin them alive if they had hurt him…

Terror rippled through you when the cell door was unlocked with a start—the amount of relief you felt when the man in question stepped into your view even overpowering the pain you were in for a moment. As soon as he had slipped inside, the door was pulled shut again—with the sound of the locking mechanism echoing through the small room yet again. Loki did not seem to care. He rushed towards you in an instant, worry evident on his handsome face.

“They will not let me stay with you for long.”

“You’re okay… I thought they… you’re okay…” you mumbled. Loki nodded. “What… What is wrong with you?” You failed to sound reproachful or threatening even though part of you knew the answer to your next question. “Why did you surrender?”

“You would have died had I carried on. I have seen death too many times than I can count, pet. I know what it looks like when it reaches for you. You need to feed. Now.” Loki would not allow any contradiction when he lifted you off the mattress as if you weighed nothing and sat you down on his lap. Green shimmering light surrounded his whole body for the fraction of a second, dancing on his naked skin as his armour melted off of his body, leaving nothing but the shoulder piece with his green cape, the arm pieces and his boots behind.

Arousal surged through you like liquid fire at the sight of him despite the growing weakness of your body.

“I will remove the bullet now. Take a deep breath and close your eyes.”

You nodded, resting your forehead against his shoulder.

“One… two…” He did not wait until three before his magic ate through your flesh to pull out the foreign piece of metal in your body. Screaming, you bit down on the remaining bits of his armour, squeezing your eyes shut so tightly you saw stars blinking before your vision.

Whatever spell Loki used on you though eased the pain only the twinkling of an eye later. You sighed when it subsided, making way for the growing hunger in your core. Loki acted on your behalf. His magic took care of your leather trousers and underwear, leaving you naked from the waist down and leaving behind a faint tingling.

He had you ignited within a single heartbeat, heat pooling between your legs, your cunt getting ready to welcome a cock inside for you to feed. With a quiet moan, you ground against him when a tingly sensation spread all over your pussy, an aching reminder that you wanted him, needed him, now.

But you were too weak to even buck your hips up to let him impale you. Was he hard already? Was he… Releasing his shoulder plate at last, you swallowed to chase away the taste of leather and instead, buried your face in his neck. He was. Whether it was the fact you were a succubus and lured men into your bed for your own survival or the effect that you had on Loki, you did not know and now was not the time to ponder over it.

Your breathing hitched when he lifted you once more, this time carefully guiding you onto his awaiting length. Inch by inch, Loki slid inside of you, your wet walls gripping him eagerly. He kept you just high enough to thrust up into you slowly and intimately but changed positions when he realised that you couldn’t take the initiative.

“Am… too weak…” you uttered, your eyes threatening to fall shut yet again. With his cock still sheathed inside of you, he laid you back down on your back, positioning himself between your legs. His blue eyes never left your face when he started fucking you, his strokes more controlled and firmer this time.

It took you longer than usual to feel his energy flow into you like a gushing river, sizzling through your veins and pumping strength back into your body in tune with Loki pumping into your willing cunt. Normally, when you were fucking, your hunt for pleasure and completion had him rutting into you like a beast. Hair was pulled, flesh was bitten, skin was spanked. But this, right now… this was love-making. You did not have enough energy left to prepare your body for an orgasm this time and yet, it felt more intimate and more pleasurable than anything you had ever experienced with the God of Mischief.

“L-Loki…” you whispered, his name leaving your lips like a prayer. “Fill me… please… I need you… t-to cum… in me.”

The way he hovered above you like you were his most prized possession filled you with both pride and satisfaction and as Loki neared his climax, his arousal nearly overwhelmed you. Wave after wave of delicious energy filled you from head to toe, healing your wound and fighting the poison in your blood until you felt your strength returning to you.

You never realised you were moaning when Loki came with a grunt, burying himself as deep inside of you as he physically could. You could feel his member throbbing against you, his hot seed coating your walls.

Loki drew out his orgasm for as long as he could but instead of collapsing on top of you once you had fed, he wrapped his arms around your middle and rolled you both over so you came to rest on top of his naked and sweaty chest.

“Thank you…” You weren’t sure whether you muttered the words out loud. Only there was no time to rest yet, not even after escaping death. “Loki… who are the Avengers, really? Why are they your enemies and why did Thor ask you how you escaped a void? What was he talking about? You are keeping something from me and I don’t like it.”

The God of Mischief sighed—the sound was directly at your ear all the while you drew invisible circles on his exposed skin. He was still inside of you, filling you up, making you feel whole.

“You’re on the run too, aren’t you?” you muttered, inching up a little and leaning your forehead against his in the aftermath. “You’re wanted for murder, you… what did you do? Why did you never tell me?”

“Tell you what exactly? That I attempted to subjugate this very planet? That I manipulated thousands of humans to make me their president, their voice of prudence and wisdom? Or that I failed and was hunted down by brainwashed Variants with prune sticks?”

“I’m not sure what you thought was going to happen if I found out. If you assumed I would be disappointed you were no good and if you thought I’d leave if I knew or if… or if you thought I’d be disappointed you failed. Which one is it?”

Loki took a deep breath. “I don’t know,” he admitted. A pause, heavy and suffocating. “The TVA—the Time Variance Authority—controls the multiverse. There used to be only one single timeline. The sacred timeline, they called it. Until there was not. One of my Variants killed the keeper of time to take revenge for her stolen life. Chaos was raging when the TVA found out about the dozens of timelines they could no longer control and annihilate. I’m assuming… they turned against each other, for when they ended up in the Void—it is a place without time, a place where every unwanted reality and their parts go once the TVA prunes them—my people turned against them and stole the one thing that could get us out of there.”

“They pruned you before,” you concluded. Another sigh.

“According to the TVA, a reality where a Loki rules Midgard must not exist. And the Void… the Void is a battle for your life with no way out.”

“I don’t care, Loki. What you did, what you were about to do, even what you’re doing now. I’m not exactly a saint either like the humans would say. I feed on men. I’ve killed to guarantee my own survival and…” you paused, hoping you would not go too far with what you intended to say next, “…and I would not hesitate for a second to be your queen if you did end up ruling Midgard as its king.”

“I must say I am relieved to hear that,” Loki responded with an audible smirk in his voice. “You are mine, pet. I will not allow you to leave my side. Do you trust me?”

You nodded, feeling his seidr tickling over your skin once more to put both your and his clothes back onto your bodies. You whined at the loss of him inside of you, even more so when he turned over yet again to stand.

“Wait here for my sign.”

“What, what sign?”

“You’ll see.” He disappeared with a wink, your lips parting. One heartbeat, two heartbeats, three. You started pacing around the cell, not realising until a blue portal opened up right behind you that… Loki had it. He had the Tesseract. How…? Wait here for my sign.

You took a deep breath—and then jumped into the portal.

Loki caught you with ease. His smirk was so triumphant you couldn’t help but grin from ear to ear, wrapping your arms around him in relief. It instantly got colder here.

“How? How did you do it?”

“Thor. He might be strong but he can be quite dull. Removing my handcuffs was his first mistake. Remaining so persistent on not letting me roam free around the facility was his second. I realised soon enough the Tesseract was not where we had presumed it to be—there was something Thor did not want me to find out. And while I took care of my dying bride, one of my duplicates distracted my brother—another stole the Tesseract for me.”

Surely, it must have been more complicated than that and yet… all your mind could replay on repeat was bride.

“Bride?” you stressed. Loki’s smirk grew even wider but he did not elaborate.

“So where… where are we?”

“Jötunheim, for now. We’re near a friend of mine. She will give us shelter until we have planned our next steps.”

“Oh, will she now?” A woman stepped out of the shadows—she was beautiful, a sorceress without a doubt. Dressed in a long black dress complimenting her raven hair, she crossed her arms before her chest.

“Angrboda… it is good to see you.”

“You too, Trickster. Is there a particular reason for why you bring a succubus to my doorstep?”

Well, you could not blame her for her suspicion. If she took you in and away from the Jötun cold, you would be grateful. Loki introduced you to her quickly, your name rolling off his tongue so deliciously you felt to urge to pounce on him again already. Angrboda shook her head when he proceeded to summarise your situation and eventually nodded in defeat.

“Alright, then. Come inside. I have cherry ale that will warm you up.”

Angrboda’s space was nothing but an open cave, presumably warded through spells and other supernatural means of protection and you assumed that she shielded the parts of her home that she didn’t want you to see with equal measures. In the middle of the room, however, there was a cosy fireplace with dozens of furs spread around it to get comfortable.

“Sit by the fire. Drink, you two… lovebirds,” she said when two cups filled with a red liquid appeared next to the small bonfire. “Only you would manage to fall in love with a succubus, Loki Laufeyson.” She chuckled. “You see… Midgardians call this very day of the year Valentine’s Day. Did you get her chocolate, Trickster? And roses?”

“He saved my life today,” you responded for him.

Angrboda nodded. “Ah, I see. Well… I have a feeling this is only the beginning of the story then.” Giving you a knowing look before disappearing off to only the gods knew where, you smiled at Loki, inching closer to kiss him. Fireworks exploded within you as soon as your lips touched his, the gentle affection quickly turning into a heated fight of lips, teeth and tongue. Angrboda was right. This was only the beginning. Your beginning.

A/N: Did that NSFW statue of Loki that I saw the other day inspire the smut scene? No. Maybe. Yes. Absolutely, 100%.

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mysticficti0n · 9 months

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hey doll can you do fem!reader dating Tom and she's a model and she gets asked to do a lingerie shoot and she's questioning to do it or not and Tom convinces her with little flirty comments and then on the day he comes to pick her up and she's still posing in this black lacy stuff on a bed and he's watching until she notices and he asks if they can take the pieces home????

love you 🤭

girl yes yes yes

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rip it off

warnings- flirty, angst??, model!gf+TomK

words- 744

"okay thank you- bye" I cut the call and looked to see Tom giving me a questionable look "I've been asked to do a 'fall lingerie' shoot next Wednesday, but I don't know" yes I model but usually fully clothed, I'm not very confident about every inch of my body and Tom knew that "what if I just look like a idiot?"

"babe you wont look like an idiot, I've seen you In lingerie thousands of times and every time It happens oddly enough it ends up with you in my bed and that on the floor" he smiled moving from his place on the sofa to be closer to me "plus Y/n you are sexy as fuck, men are lucky to even look at you and I'm the luckiest because I get to come home to you and do this" he pressed his lips to mine and I couldn't back away from a kiss from Tom, who could?

"what If my dad see's it? god that also means my horrid step-mom too!" I cringed at the thought of those two seeing me nearly naked, dad hadn't been a large part of my life until I started gather fame at 16 for acting in adverts, then dating Tom in one of the most famous bands in Germany and now a world-known model

"so what of they see it? he has a gorgeous daughter who has a successful career unlike him who owned a car company that went bump and his wife looks like Jabba the hut so you have nothing to worry about" I laughed pressing a kiss to his cheek "I'm not wrong- but anyways I think you should do it babe I mean you're the fucking most beautiful girl I've ever seen and I know everyone else would agree"

"fine I'll do it, and thank you you're such a sweetheart when you want to be" I drew circled on his palm seeing him let a small laugh out

"yeah wait till I come see you on Wednesday"

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"thats it Y/n push that hip out hun" I was stood in a make-shift door frame with bright white lights making my skin glow while wrapped in a night black lacy piece "okay I think we need you on that bed, and how good can you arch?" I felt a blush come to my face as we walked to the bed

"pretty well..." I climbed onto the plush fabric and watched as they fixed the camera onto me "where do you want me to look? camera or just off it?" I asked Jenna who stood smiling at me

"erm look to the camera and then we can try other stuff but doll you look stunning right now- so ready?" I nodded sliding down the bed and pushing my ass up as much as I could and stared into the lens, the camera clicked a few times and people switched lighting and my make-up until I herd a familiar wolf whistle fill the room, I looked over to where Jenna and the editor were sat and saw in the shadow behind them was Tom sucking his lip, I blew him a kiss and carried on with my shoot, I found myself pushing my positions more as his eyes laid upon me

"okay can we get one of you in the shower? but change into that baby pink set first and Pablo will come lighten your make up because we want cutie in the shower vibe okay?" Salma rubbed my shoulder letting me off set to change, I walked to Tom who sat playing his lip pricing, I purposefully swayed my hips a little more and let a salutary smile come on my face

"afternoon" I hummed feeling his hands immediately go around my waist "you okay?" he stood towering over me pressing a kiss to my forehead

"I'm amazing" his eyes drew narrower, he lowered his head so his mouth was next to my ear "need some help getting this off my love?" his tone sent shivers down my body and all I could do was nod, his hand slipped down to the globe of my ass giving it a quick squeeze before looking to Jenna who had a smirk along her lips "can we take these home?" Tom asked referring to the lingerie "and maybe some spares in case" I hit my boyfriends shoulder as a red shade covered my face

"damn Y/n didn't see you as a girl to have her clothes ripped off" she giggled winking at me

"right well I'll go change" I quickly walked to the backroom and I herd heavy steps follow behind me

"don't fuck for too long!" Jenna called as Tom shut the door after him

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quinloki · 10 months

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Birthday Request Event

"It's my birthday and I'll write what I want to \o/"

Gift Details ♥ Reader: [Not provided, fem!Reader chosen] Character: Kaku Kink: #2 - Praise Kink Prompt: #12 "No Panties?" Gift Giver: @mamaalpha

Summary: Kaku looks and acts like the boy next door. You already know there's a different side to him, and today on your date you have a little surprise for him.

Content Notes: Praising, teasing, outdoor fingering, dom!Kaku is a dangerous, dangerous thing, consensual 18+

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

There wasn’t much time to spend together with your favorite boy-next-door shipwright in Water 7, but you and Kaku made it work. He seemed to be endlessly full of energy, and when you had started dating the other men at the shipyard seemed to kick him off shift whenever you came around to see him.

Always polite, always kind, Kaku held doors open for you, and pulled out chairs for you. He’d praise your appearance, giving you quick kisses when no one was looking and giving you his undivided attention behind closed doors.

It was easy to forget the kind of work he did, until strong, calloused hands would hold you where he wanted you with ease. You learned quickly that Kaku preferred to be in control, and that he could hold onto that control with a smile as easily as anything else. He enjoyed praising you, in public or private, and you became aware that his words always held a heat in them. Whether you had noticed at first or not.

He praised your outfits with the same steady, cheerful voice that he’d praise your tear-stained face as you gagged on his cock.

And by the seas it was hot.

Today you were out together enjoying a quiet Tuesday. It was a random day to have off, but it was nicer to stroll around the city when it wasn’t the weekend. You didn’t mind the people, but it was nice to be able to focus on one another, and not have to worry about thick crowds.

Especially today. You had a nice, layered top on and a skirt to go with it. It wasn’t what you were wearing that made you glad for the thin crowds, it was what you weren’t wearing.

Kaku gives you a warm smile when you sit down at the café, reaching out and moving your hair out of your face. He leans in, leaving a quick kiss on your cheek before the waitress arrives and takes your order. When she leaves, he’s back to playing gently with your hair, smiling his sweet smile.

You can feel your heartbeat rush a little. “What’s that look for?”

“You’re all mine,” he almost says it with a sigh. “And you’re so beautiful. My gorgeous girl.” You can hear the heat seeping into his tone. He pulls his hand away, letting his fingers brush along your shoulder as he sits up.

“Something’s on your mind though.” He admits, a more serious, and caring tone in his voice now.

“Well, yes, but nothing bad.” You explain.

“Mmm, something good then?” He prompts, concern replaced with his usual demeanor.

“M-Maybe.” You don’t mean to stammer the word, and are grateful when your order is delivered to the table. The food was a welcome escape, but it wasn’t enough to deter Kaku.

You could see from the look in his eyes while you ate that he was assessing you. You’d seen that look as you two had become more and more intimate. He’d watch you so carefully, so pointedly, that he almost seemed to read your mind. Whenever he focused on you like that, you knew you weren’t far from having some fantasy, some pleasure, some desire fulfilled.

It was hard to keep your composure in public when he looked at you like that.

“Kaku, stop looking into my soul.” You nearly whimper the words and see a devious smile spread across his face.

“You have a surprise for me.” He beams, returning to his meal. “My girl’s worried I won’t like it.”

He seems not only relieved to know that the news isn’t bad, but also proud of himself to have sorted out why you had seemed nervous in the first place. It’s all sunshine and rainbows for the rest of the meal, but you can’t help the nervous knot forming in your stomach.

You take a few minutes in the restroom to compose yourself before the two of you leave the little café behind. You’re certain he’s going to like your little surprise, it’s just a matter of when he realizes what it is.

“Let’s rent a bull.” Kaku offers when you come back outside. “Strolling around is nice, but it feels like a good day to just sit back and enjoy the scenery.”

“Sure,” you agree, taking his hand as the two of you go to rent a bull.

You’re barely on the water for a full minute before you feel Kaku’s hand on your thigh. You jerk a little, but you don’t ask him to stop. That warm hand slips under your skirt so easily, and the relaxed smile on his face never falters.

“Want me to stop?” He questions, shifting so that he’s turned toward you. Anyone looking would just see a happy young man smitten with his girlfriend, and you knew that.

You shake your head. “N-no, it’s fine.”

“That’s my sweet girl.” He purrs, tilting his head to catch your gaze as his hand slips from your thigh to your hip. You see his sweet smile falter a little before he recovers. “No panties. Ah, walking around Water 7 in a skirt with nothing underneath, what a sweet gift.”

In a quick motion, Kaku moves you, setting you between his legs, sitting you on the bench, back pressed against his chest. You let out a surprised squeak, but he just laughs and hugs you close for a moment until you settle down and people stop looking.

You can feel him. His warmth against your back, his steady hands holding you close from behind, the heat in his breath he’s hiding from everyone else. The growing erection poking you in the small of your back.

“Kaku, you can’t – we can’t.” You stammer, turning a little to try and look at him. “Not… not on a bull.”

“I wouldn’t fuck,” you shivered at the word as he spoke low in your ear. “My sweet angel out in public, unless she begged me for it properly.” He says, assuringly.

His hand slips past the waistband of your skirt, while his other hand takes his cap off, holding it over your waist and hiding his movements from anyone who might glance over.

“But I’m not waiting until we get back to enjoy my gift.” He adds, heat heavy in his voice. “Relax. I won’t let any. Body. Notice.” He promises, each word punctuated by long fingers tapping along the inside of your thigh.

You let out a shaky, needy, and completely defeated sigh into the air, as you spread your legs open for him.

He nips your ear a little. “That’s my good girl.” He whispers huskily. His words and tone make your body shiver almost as much as the feeling of his fingers slipping between your wet folds.

“Don’t look at anyone.” He commands. “Keep your gaze straight ahead. No need to let anyone else see that needy look in your eyes, right?”

You nod, looking forward, and realizing the bull was already pulling your small boat down the quieter, less used waterways of the city. They were a little smaller, but there was barely anyone around – on foot or otherwise.

But nowhere in Water 7 was completely deserted.

Kaku’s fingers tease your clit mercilessly. He knows how to touch you, and it’s very obvious, very quickly that he doesn’t mean to just tease you and rile you up. He means to have you cumming on his fingers.

“Kaaaaaaku,” you whimper as the pleasure builds, and you hear him chuckle.

“Don’t speak.” He teases with that perfectly practiced boy-next-door laugh. “Focus on staying quiet.” He instructs, his voice dropping low. “If you’re begging when you cum, you’ll scream.” His fingers tease you more roughly, sending jolts of through you. “I’m the only one allowed to hear those sounds.”

You nod, starting to lose yourself to the haze of pleasure. You trusted Kaku. Trusted him enough that maybe one day you would beg him to rail you in public, but you knew he would do his best to keep your state hidden from the rest of Water 7 even if you were outside.

The cap dropped to the floor of the bull boat, but you barely noticed, until his other hand slipped under your shirt. You were too gone to protest, and even if you could you didn’t want him to stop. His fingers slipped under your bra like it wasn’t even there, teasing your nipple along with your clit, soft hungry lips placing deep bruising kisses on your neck and shoulders.

“There you go,” he purrs into your ear. “You’re so quiet. So good. I can feel it in your body, you’re almost there. No one’s around, but it might not last, cum for me. Cum on my fingers (Y/N).”

Your body clenches at his command, his fingers twist your nipple harshly as you cum, causing you to gasp and nearly cry out. You can hear the wet squishy sounds of your orgasm as Kaku fingers push inside you, making sloppy sounds with the new mess.

“You kept quiet through all that!” He praises you, kissing your cheek as you sink into him.

“Once we get the bull returned, you’ll just have to walk back to the apartment with that mess between your thighs.” He says, pulling his hands from your skirt and shirt. “I want to clean you up once we get home, so be good and don’t pout.”

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tabbyhoney · 1 month

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Gorgeous

This story was inspired by "Fear of you" from @sleepwalkersqueen so go check the original out.

Note: Wuhu! Finished Chapter Two and Number Three is already in the making:). A little fun fact I had to rewrite this chapter because for some odd reason, Tumblr posted this and I panicked and had to delete it, it was a sad day. Hope you guys enjoy it and a big thanks for all the positive feedback♥

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Warning:curse words, still not a therapist so things may be more of an artistic choice than helpful, not sure if there are more warnings needed(tell me if I missed something)

Chapter 02

The world was filled with glowing lights and the sound of an excited crowd. The sweat dripped down my skin like the silver tears of a mystical being.

The movements of my body acted like an instinct I always had. My voice was caught by the microphone near my mouth and filled the stuffy room with a sound I remember so clearly.

When I looked to the side for a mere second I could see my best friend feeling exactly what I was feeling. The Ecstasy flooding through our veins pushed us to a performance unlike any other.

The feeling held up as we walked off the stage, my heart pounding in my chest as I tried to have a relatively steady walk.

Sitting down at the makeup table with the biggest smile I had ever seen on my face. My friend still hugged me tightly from the side, rubbing her head against my shoulder.

"That was the most amazingest show we ever did! And your singing Amaya!" Minori chimed happily.

"It really was, still can't believe I was allowed to sing, considering how strict the rules are here" I chuckled.

"I can already see one of those fancy managers seeing you and biting each other's heads off to get ya"

"I won't get my hopes up too high, I like sharing the stage with all of you afterall"

"Oh come now! You deserve more than an underground Burlesque bar to perform in. You have the talent to be more" Minori pulled up a chair beside mine, letting her body fall down on it like a doll.

"Like I said I will not get my hopes up too high, I still have my Psychology studies to focus on"

"I really can't seeya taking care of other peoples problems"

I roll my eyes with a smile before starting to redo my makeup.

I flinched when Minori started yelling suddenly.

"He texted!!!" She yelled and started shaking me violently.

"The big guy?" I ask while holding her in place on her shoulders.

"Yes! He texted, he wants to see me again"

"Just be careful, I don't trust the men coming here, especially not that one, heard he is a big fish in the undergound"

"I am sure it will be fine!" She said in a calm tone giving my shoulder a light tap to calm me.

Even with Minoris reassuring words the uneasiness I felt remained in the back of my head.

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With a big thud, the door closed behind me, crashing in the locks like thunder. Like usual the room was empty except for a table and a chair placed in the middle, cold and unwelcoming.

With quick steps, I let my bag fall to the ground and sit down on the chair. Placing my coffee mug on it before correcting my posture and clicking my pen.

"Good morning" I greeted happily, eyes looking at the man sitting in front of me.

Still looking half asleep, probably hadn't been too long since they woke him up or perhaps he couldn't sleep. Even if one would think having been here for a year you would get used to the light always being on.

"How has it been?"

"You sound like a robot" he rasped. Chuckling ever so lightly, but this time a lot more tired than usual.

"And you sound half asleep so I guess we both have our issues to work out"

"Nah, have been awake for too long no issue"

"Did something happen?" I ask as my ears perked up in interest.

"Did no one tell the arrogant little princess?" He laughed in the most taunting way I ever heard him laugh "I had another mock execution"

I wrote that down before looking back up to him again.

"Well I am glad you are still here"

"Fuck.you"

"If you feel ready we can continue this or maybe we can talk about the-" I said ignoring his remark.

"Keep wishing I'll tell you anything" he snarled.

My mouth stayed open for a second before closing. Tapping my fingernails against the clipboard, take a deep breath as I try to find the correct words to use.

"Why is it that you still don't trust me? Not even a little bit?" I asked staring into his eyes with genuine interest.

"Aye, I have no reason to trust you. Besides I already have the number two as my lapdog"

"So you trust Endeavour because he proved one time that the conversations are private?"

"At least he proved it, unlike some humans" The way the word human rolled off his tongue sounded like the worst insult ever given to anyone.

"Very well," I say before rummaging through my bag. Taking out a yellow Bento box with some duckling stickers on it.

I opened the box and was met with the smell of rice, chicken, and some nicely cut vegetables.

"It is highly against the rules to give prisoners any kind of nutritious food, with the reasoning that they should not gain strength. I could lose my job for a simple thing like that" I explain already separating some chicken, rice, and a few vegetables on the box lid. "Real funny if you ask me".

I stand up to walk around the table and place the homemade plate in front of him. After that, with a quick motion, I loosened the chains so he would be able to eat for himself.

"It's poisoned," he said looking down with a suspicious eye on the food.

"Trust me it isn't"

"Prove it"

"No thanks"

"Then I won't eat it"

"It isn't poisoned. It wouldn't make sense for me to do so"

"At least one bite of the chicken" he argued.

I could feel the uneasiness creep up my spine.

"I don't eat chicken. My boyfriend made that for me so there shouldn't be any poisonous substances in it"

He stared at me for a moment. If it was because of the chicken or my boyfriend I couldn't tell.

His mouth opened and closed a few times before he was able to find the correct words.

"You have a boyfriend?"

The question didn't surprise me but it still felt rather stupid to even bring this up, on my part. Giving people, especially villains, a weak point is never good.

"Yes, now eat up"

"How? You sound way too arrogant for any man wanting to be near you, let alone fu-"

I stared at him wide-eyed. Feeling rage bubbling up inside of me that I try to suppress. I blinked maybe once, maybe twice before saying the most honest thing I could in that moment.

"First of all fuck you. Second I thought I told you to eat so please do before I decide to practice force-feeding on you"

"Please do" He laughed leaning his head to the side. "Would be my pleasure to bite your finger off"

"I won't do it"

"Hah! Knew you were jus-"

"Because that is one of the worst things I have ever seen done here and I don't want to practice that"

He stayed silent with an unreadable expression. After some time in silence passed he started to slowly eat the food. Very slowly he started chewing on each bite like he would need to leave if he finished too quickly.

I let him finish his food before packing it all away again, leaving his chains loose like I was not scared to be hurt by him.

"Did you have a partner?" I ask while drawing ugly little baby birds on my paper.

"I still have"

I stop mid-drawing to look up to him again. Leaning against the armchair tapping my chin with the pen lightly.

"Can I ask for their name or is that too much?"

He hesitated, that was clear with the way his gaze went to the side and his teeth biting his lip.

"Nitsuki" he mumbled.

I decided to not write that down, in favor of not accidentally sending an entire squad to her doorstep. Afterall she didn't exactly do anything harsh.

"What's your boyfriend's name?" He asked while looking at me with his piercing eyes. He sounded calmer again.

"Riku. What did you like about her?"

"She was calm, always. Couldn't read her for shit"

"That's what you liked about her? That's not the best trait to have if you ask me, sounds like she never cared much"

"I didn't ask you" he spat, clearly offended by how I spoke about her.

"Sorry. How did you two get together?"

"Why does this matter?"

"I am merely curious"

"Aye of course... It wasn't special, just met her and knew I should marry that girl"

"Wait hold on for a second!" I raise my hand in a waiting moment. "How long did you know her for you to decide to marry her?"

"Not long?"

"Are you braindead? You can't marry someone you just met, especially not if you can't even read her at least a little bit"

"Hawks mate for life, there is no undoing of falling in love and it was the right choice"

I didn't buy that, it sounded more like a one-sided thing and I haven't even got a lot of information.

"You may be a mutant but don't forget you are also human"

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" He glared at me with rage in his eyes.

"It means exactly what I said. Someone who may be half-hawk doesn't mean they share every single trait. To put it simply, there is no one true mate for you, because that would be a trait for an actual hawk not a human like hawk"

I didn't know what I had expected to happen after my words. But perhaps him jumping at me trying to claw my eyes out with his talons wasn't really on my mind, especially since I was sure he had quirk suppressors and all that important safety stuff.

The only good side of this happening was that he still had chains and they were still too short to reach me...

...Once I moved two steps away from him.

My chair was falling to the cold ground with a loud noise that rang in my ears. My eyes were wide open from the shock, I could feel my body tensing up.

Breath

Now I knew for sure that I pushed his buttons too hard too soon. Even my instinct told me to run call it a day and a success but for some odd reason, I wanted to stay just a little longer.

I decided to sat down on the floor, crossing my legs. I closed my eyes for a second, only breathing and trying to blend out his yelling. Never thought he could become this aggressive.

Even if I wanted to blend out his yelling I still needed to listen to him to calm him.

"You have no fucking clue what it is like to be born a mutant!"

"You are just a dumb fucking bitch who does everything for money!"

"you don't know shit about me or my life!"

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The scene right in front of me made me sick to my stomach. I didn't even look properly since I only got here but when Endeavour called me and told me about a motel where Shinyo probably was and what happened I couldn't shake the feeling of what I would do if it was true.

My eyes scanned over the crowd of people and the barricades from the police. With small steps, I started walking inside the crime scene, the motel where it happened.

Endeavor was standing at the side talking to policemen. As I walked over to where the body was lying.

Some police officers made sure I knew the rules before allowing me to take a closer look.

I don't think any words would be able to describe the pure horrific, disgusting horror lying in front of me.

No one would blame me for not looking too long.

I turned around on my heel and walked over to Endeavour.

"Endeavour," I said looking up at the big flame hero "Can we talk?"

"Hmph" he puffed and walked with me to the side, steps so heavy it felt and sounded like the floor would break.

"Why am I even here? We both know it wasn't him"

"We know that yes, but he was here I am sure. And since I can't calm the public alone I need someone who worked with him on a different level"

And again it sounded like I didn't had much of a choice

Getting some fresh air after talking and getting into a nice little restaurant was a good idea. Sitting down on a table and being greeted by an...

Abnormally large chef was a good thing happening.

"What can I do for you little lady?" He asked with a gentle smile.

"Oh just something to eat, as long as there is no meat in it everything is fine" I lean back in the chair stretching my arms.

"Of course!" The chef said and disappeared into the kitchen.

Beside me the restaurant was empty. It smelled of various different foods and spices that bundled up into a mouthwatering experience.

"Is it okay if it tastes like meat?" He yelled from the kitchen. What a sweet considered man.

"It is, as long as it isn't chicken" I answer.

When he placed the food in front of me I thanked him nicely before starting to eat the noodle soup he prepared.

The TV was running quietly in the background and I heard him humming while he was cleaning a table.

The soup was delicious. I never was the best at describing food or perhaps it was the strong taste of pork that filled all my predatory senses with delight but this noodle soup was the best thing I ever ate.

"It's really good" I tell him while swallowing a bite.

"Oh thank you! I tried to make it something special, rarely does someone ask for something without meat" he explained happily.

The news had a tendency to replay itself quite often. Hearing them talk about the motel crime and linking it to Shinyo I groaned annoyed.

"Seriously, they can't even listen to people telling them facts"

"Huh? What do you mean by that? This is horrible what happened, especially since he escaped prison..." The chef said in an odd tone of voice. I can hear his heartbeat going up.

"It wasn't Takami. I worked with him for five years in prison and Endeavour agrees"

"Wait what?"

"Believe it or not but that man is actually a pretty decent guy, if we forget about his crimes of course, and general mental problems," I explain while continuing eating "But now I wanna know why you look so pale and sound like you are hiding something".

"Oh uh... It's nothing" He stopped cleaning and looked over at me with an uneasy expression.

"You sure? If he was here I would appreciate it if you told me"

"I can't"

"The threat he gave you will not hold up if you tell him Howashi asked"

"I uh... But my... My son..."

"Trust me"

He tapped his foot nervously on the ground while playing with the towel in his hand. He cleared his throat and nodded.

"Alright... Yes, he was here with his little son. I gave them something to eat and a sewing kit, he had a wound he closed with uh... His son together."

"Did he say where he would wanna go?"

"No, I am sorry I don't know"

"It's fine, thank you very much."

I finish my food and walk up to him to pay.

"Keep the change, as a payment for the food he for sure didn't pay for"

"oh no no no! I gave it to them for his son"

"It's fine, really."

With a last wave goodbye, I left the nice restaurant I plan on visiting more frequently. Pulling out my phone and typing a message for an old friend of mine I haven't talked to in years.

I wonder what dumb thing Shinyo is doing now.

#fear of you #mha #shinyo takami #takami shinyo #thief takami #mha endeavor #mha fear of you #mha foy #bnha fear of you

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twistedoverbloat · 1 year

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Welcome back, I've been wanting to send stuff for awhile, but I figured you were busy. Anyways, I wanted to do something for King Arthur Yuu, but didn't know what. I then remembered in a lot of Manhwas that a lot of important kings/queens and nobles have a lot fancy outfits and jewelry, so I wanted to show you what I think King Arthur Yuu would wear. I also wanted to show what type of outfits I think Bayonetta Yuu and Lolita Yuu would wear of they were ever in King Arthur Yuu's AU if that makes sense. I also used Manhwas images to give a better idea of what they would wear.

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King Arthur Yuu

At first, I can see King Arthur Yuu not wearing anything too expensive even though nobody would ever steal from them, but they're not used to whole Royalty look.

After awhile, they would wear more expensive clothing to indicate their status as the Monarch.

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Bayonetta Yuu

I feel like Bayonetta Yuu is no stranger to wearing outrageously gorgeous outfits. I think they would outfits like these and hopefully these don't get tore up by angels again. I can also see them being either a royal advisor or tailor to King Arthur Yuu.

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Lolita Yuu

I can see them still wearing their lolita style, but would occasionally wear the long dress or two. I can see them wearing these outfits. Another one I can see being a tailor for King Arthur Yuu or owning multiple Lolita shops across the globes.

OMG I LOVE ALL OF THESE!! And if they all three were in the same universe:

I always love the suits and dresses the Manhwas have for the characters!! Also yes Arthur Yuu doesn't like dressing up as a monarch since they make them feel like they are disconnecting themselves from when they were struggling once like anyone else. They do this to stay humble.

Bayonetta will always and forever slay in her dresses no matter what. She is also a very good advisor since she doesn't take any of the bullshit the other court people say. She's a blunt and cunning advisor. She can also tell if someone's lying to the Monarch about something.

Lolita loves coming up with idea's for both since they were appointed as the royal tailor. Since they were appointed royal tailor they were able to save money for multiple shops! The shops are very popular with young women, men, and children. They usually don't wear long dresses since it get's in the way of making dresses and suits.

#bayonetta yuu #king arthur yuu #lolita fashionista yuu #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland yuu #twisted wonderland x reader

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topsyturvy-turtely · 1 year

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Fluffbruary with turtely

Day 22

[day 21] [day 23]

prompts: bridge | throw | dawn by @fluffbruary <3

fandom: BBC Sherlock

will be uploaded to "That Stuff Called Fluff" on Ao3!

[picture from my camera roll 😎]

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The evening had turned into night and the night was about to turn into dawn. Adrenaline from the case had kept the two men up, but now it was serotonin.

"That was... bloody fantastic!", John exclaimed with a wide smile.

"It was.", Sherlock smiled back at him.

They had decided to walk for a while and were now crossing the Millennium Bridge. When Sherlock peeked over the edge, an idea came to him.

"We should throw stones in the Thames.", he said with a sparkle in his eyes.

"Throw... stones... You mean skipping stones?", John laughed at him.

"Yes, that. Come on!" And without a second thought Sherlock grabbed his hand and they ran down to the shore.

With expertise deduction skills Sherlock picked the best skipping stones, whereas John grabbed them at (almost) random. They threw the stones and challenged each other until the dawn was turning into sunrise.

"Sherlock! Look!", John held out a rock. It was black but a big piece was missing, so you could see the inside. It was the color of white marble, but it had a swirl of orange, red, and blue in it.

Sherlock was confused. "A rock. What's so special about it?"

"It is gorgeous, that is!", John let it glide into his pocket.

"Are you keeping it?", Sherlock asked, still with his eyebrows furrowed.

"Yes."

"Why?"

"One: it is special. Two: it is beautiful. Three: it reminds me of you.", John explained and winked.

Thirty years later, John still kept the stone in their room and Sherlock the memory, not only in his mind palace but also in his heart.

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A/N: based on a true experience by turtely 🙃 but i was a dumbass and didn't take the rock with me 😭 i am ridiculously upset about it :((

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mythvoiced · 4 months

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“is this how you flirt with everyone?” doe

@astremourante | more random dialogue prompts | ♥

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How... does Doe flirt?

Let's asses. Doe has range. Been born with it. Long legs, above average height, slim waist, broad shoulders, large eyes, low voice. He's dipped his toes in enough traits to satisfy the giggles of peach-cheeked women and the unguarded gaze of champagne-glass holding men.

Sometimes, all he needs to do to 'flirt' in the broadest sense of the word is... show up? Maintain eye contact, 'oh careful' and grab someone's arm when they stumble a trip he'd staged. Be welcoming towards being approached, figure out what the other party wants.

Act coy, act intense, be soft-spoken, be marginally possessive like any good webtoon duke or lord would be. It's foolish, downright embarrassing: he's worked his way around people by imitating media, for god's sake.

At first out of desperation, confronted unprepared. Then, as a test, on a whim. It works. Probably because everyone wants to be in a movie, in a drama, in a story at least once in their life... right?

But how does he... flirt?

What works on Amelia? If he can find the answer to that question, he can answer the other. Has he ever truly cared enough to flirt? He bites at the hands that reach out to him, he isn't a stranger to genuine desire to approach - misguided souls who want to be the one who's different, unaware of the red flags.

But Amelia... Amelia is unnerving and terrifying and gorgeous... and so much fun.

He blinks. Maybe he should actually stop staring and start answering.

He smiles. Sweet, even if slightly practiced, there's an ease to it that doesn't come with the later wrinkles of someone who's had plenty of reasons to laugh in younger years. But rather with the ease of muscle memory a dying factory worker can't shake, no matter how detrimental it is.

"If it works," is the reply. It weighs heavy. It's like taking a bloodied ghost and wrapping it around his shoulder, leave, leave, leave, you will die here if you don't.

He drops his smile, looks down at his hands, flexes his fingers.

He'd started this out wanting to wrap them around Amelia's throat. She's an impressive woman, to put it far too simply and lightly. Even the initial culture shock aside, she would simply... never stop to throw him off his axis. He's a badly designed ship listing and rolling at each of her smiles and words.

He'd played her off. He's been flirted with before, both genuinely and mockingly. He's not stupid enough to have never figured she did and said things because he reacted - like two playground kids that they are - he's not ignorant enough, careless enough to not realize playing his cards right here might improve his life expectancy.

But Amelia wouldn't hurt him. What for?

Is there someone out there who would use her to get to him? Hire her to get to him?

Would he even fight back? Who knows at this point.

"No," he concedes, rolling his wrists a few times. He lifts his head. The bane of his existence, the object of all his desires, a guillotine, a bouquet of roses, you name it: she's right there.

"Or would you rather I lied?"

#astremourante #;answered #the anarchist;doe #you're so cold but feel alive;amelia sinclair & doe #how to tell Doe he does NOT need to have an existential crisis every time Amelia talks to him #doe has that leon kennedy syndrome of trying to come up with ONE-LINERS except HE has to be Dramatique™#hiya Ami MWAH MWAH ♥#;queue

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Loki is jealous

Pairing: Loki x FemYou

Word count: 3.2k

Warnings: graphic sex scenes, sex without protection, lots and lots of fluff between the smut because I'm just a hopeless romantic and think that Loki would be too if he really fell in love with anyone. Also, I wanted to take out the sad connotation this picture has. Enjoy♥

You were sitting on a bar stool in Avengers Tower. The party has already started even though the majority of the Avengers haven’t come back from their mission yet: a miscalculation of the billionaire. However, since Natasha and Wanda didn’t go on this mission, you were chatting along with them as you waited for the rest to join you. The rest of Avengers Tower’s common room was packed with people you didn’t know, but the girls have told you they were S.H.I.E.L.D. agents.

When the guys finally arrived at the tower, there was a big round of applause and clamouring for the heroes. You clapped along with everyone else with a smile on your face and you dared take a tentative glance at Loki. His long black curly hair was messy from the battle and he had some small cuts on his beautiful face, but otherwise, he was alright. Even when he was all sweaty and dirty from battle, he still took your breath away and he hasn’t even looked at you yet. It has been some months since Loki joined the Avengers -much to Thor’s happiness- but your relationship has started way before that. You kept it a secret from everyone and the first reason he had joined the Avengers was to have an excuse whenever you two wanted to meet. It was almost all the time, so Loki rarely left for Asgard and when he did, he never took long to come back to you. All of them except for Tony didn’t change their armour and just started drinking and relaxing. You kept chatting with the girls, although men were suddenly surrounding you. You thought it was for the girls, after all, Natasha and Wanda were gorgeous. However, after a while, you noticed that they were flirting with you.

You smiled politely and turned them down one by one, but the girls kept pushing you to accept someone. They said that you have been alone far too long and it didn’t matter how many times you told them you were fine -more than that, actually, but nobody knew about it-, they kept introducing you to new men.

This is going to end in disaster, you thought as you politely declined another invitation to dance.

As if you have foreseen the future, you felt Loki’s presence right next to you. You didn’t dare look at him since you felt his level of fury reaching the skies: he irradiated it just by standing there. You gulped down your glass in one swallow before leaving it on the bar: you sensed that you were going to need your hands to be free. You thought that Loki would cast his daggers right away and start killing, but you shrieked with surprise when, turning you around to face him, grabbed your waist and joined your lips in a passionate kiss. Without a second thought, you rested your hands on his strong shoulders and kissed him back with the same intensity. The whole party went silent out of a sudden, the only sound in the common room was that of the soft music in the background. Loki kept you glued to his body once he pulled apart to look at everybody at the party.

“She is mine,” He growled in a deep voice and you felt a shiver run down your spine. He made circles on your lower back with his thumb and that had you biting your lower lip. “If anyone of you dares to think about her, I will end all of your pathetic lives.”

After stating that, he carried you bridal style out of the common room and on to his bedroom. You have been there countless times before, but every time you had to enter hiding and look behind your shoulder because nobody should know about you and Loki. Now that the secret was no more, you felt free. You giggled and hugged him tighter, even when he was still angry, you felt extremely happy. Once you entered his bedroom and Loki closed the door behind you, he let you stand on your feet but he kept hugging you by the waist. You caressed his chest, without being able to erase the smile from your face. You didn’t even care that he was all dirty and covered in blood from other creatures.

“I apologise for not asking you before, darling. I just lost my temper,” Loki whispered looking at you with an apologetic face. His green eyes betrayed him though: he was proud of what he did, and he would do it again if given the circumstances.

“You don’t need to apologise. Now that everybody knows about us, we don’t need to hide anymore. I’m happy,” You answered him while caressing him everywhere you could reach. “Besides, now I can brag about how the hottest god in the universe is mine,” Your hands finally settled on his chest where you could feel his slow heartbeat. It was always relaxing for you. Loki chuckled.

“I am glad we think alike, then,” He gave you a sweet peck on the lips. “I need a shower…would you maybe want to join me?” Loki asked you tilting his head to one side and flashing you one of his seductive smiles.

You just push him a little for him to get going into the en suite. Soon enough you were both naked under the hot water from the shower. You were washing him all up and massaging his tired muscles in the process which earned you hot grunts from Loki. When you finished your thorough washing-up of the body of your god, you just stood there admiring his tall and lean frame. He slowly opened his emerald-like eyes which had remained closed during this whole time and gave you a look that you knew perfectly well its meaning and had you shivering with anticipation. Without him having to ask, you slowly knelt in front of him, resting your hands on your thighs and looking at him through your eyelashes. Fortunately, the water from the shower didn’t bother you since his frame protected you. Loki passed his thumb through your lips slowly caressing them.

“Open up,” He commanded with a raspy voice and let out a grunt when you obeyed him without hesitation and open your mouth. “Good girl,” Loki praised while still caressing your lower lip with his thumb.

Loki aligned his big veiny cock with your mouth and you did your best to stay in your place. You knew how much Loki liked being in control, and even when you were dying to have his cock in your mouth, you were going to please him. Loki let the tip of his cock brush your mouth and you looked up at him, asking for permission. He just smiled at you and caressed your cheek, giving you a small nod. You lick the tip of his cock and then swirl around it making Loki push forward. You welcomed his cock in your watering mouth and suck it eagerly. Loki then started to thrust into your mouth and you let him use you as he pleased.

“Yes, darling, you’re the only one who can please me like this, f-fuck…” Loki praised in between grunts and moans.

You hummed in appreciation for his praising and his cock twitched inside your mouth feeling the vibrations from your throat. Loki grabbed your head and thrust even harder into your mouth, fucking it merciless and you did your best to keep up with his maddening rhythm. He hit the back of your throat every time and you made sure to accompany that movement with a moan so he could feel the vibration, adding more pleasure.

“I’m so close, s-shit… Tell me, are you going to swallow everything, love?” Loki asked and although he wasn’t expecting an answer, you hummed in affirmation.

After a few more thrusts, you felt the first drops of semen in your mouth and he retreated almost completely. Loki let out a high grunt and a moan of your name that made you shiver. You kept on sucking him until there was no more to suck, and then you licked his whole length as if you were cleaning him up. You stood up carefully in the shower when you finished your ministrations and caressed Loki’s broad chest while he was recovering from his orgasm. You admired how his body was a perfect inverted triangle, with broad shoulders and chest and a slim waist. Loki was pure perfection, there was no doubt about that.

Loki looked at you with those breathtaking beautiful green eyes and then crashed his lips on yours. He kissed you feverishly and let his tongue play with yours as his hands caressed your naked body and glued it to his. You couldn’t help but moan at the proximity of you two and you buried one of your hands in his curly black hair. You shrieked when he grabbed your legs and pull you up, but quickly you wrapped your legs around his waist and crossed your ankles behind his back. Loki stepped out of the shower without stopping your kiss. However, you pulled back when he started to go back to the bedroom.

“Loki, what are you doing? I’m soaking wet!” You asked him surprised as he continued walking towards the bed.

“I intend to get you even wetter, darling,” Loki answered with a wink before letting you fall into the mattress.

His black sheets were now drenched but he didn’t seem to care at all. Loki opened your legs while he knelt in front of you in the bed, caressing every inch of skin he could get a hold of. You shivered under his touch: it was always magnetising for you. He then kissed with his mouth open the inside of your knee, going up your thigh dangerously close to where you wanted him the most, but not quite reaching it just yet. His gaze was all the time on you, not even leaving your eyes when he changed his ministrations to your other leg. He licked the water drops from your skin, changing them to his saliva which was way hotter from your point of view. You whimpered when he skipped completely your core to kiss your navel and your belly.

“Where do you want me, darling? Use your words,” Loki commanded while licking your upper belly and the lower part of your breasts, but not reaching your nipples.

“Here,” You pointed with your finger with a small pout. Loki chuckled and climbed up the bed until his nose was caressing yours.

“I told you to use your words, not your fingers. Say it,” Loki commanded and after the look he gave you, you would have done anything for him.

“I want you to lick my cunt, please, Loki,” You begged him in a whisper, feeling the heat on your cheeks.

“There is my beautiful girl,” He praised while lazily licking your lower lip. “I have one more question, though. Do you want me to make you cum with my tongue, darling?” Loki asked you trying to look innocent but his green eyes were full of mischief.

“Y-yes, please…” Your breath has already caught in your throat and he hasn’t even touched you yet.

Loki smiled and gave you a short peck on the lips before going down your body with his mouth. Not only was he kissing and liking, but he was biting his way down as well which made your breath even more erratic. Your whole body was fired up by his wonderful mouth and you felt that you were going to lose it if he didn’t give you your release soon. Luckily for you, you have pleased Loki so well in the shower that he intended to please you twice as much. When he finally reached between your legs, he licked your outer lips, making you moan his name so loudly that if anyone happened to pass by on the hall would hear you with no problems at all. He kissed, nibbled and sucked your clit as you let your hand grab a bunch of his wet black hair. Loki kept on teasing you a little bit more with his tongue before he let one of his long and slender fingers inside you. You kept moaning his name as if it were the only word you knew and met his movements with your hips and he kept sucking and circling your clit with that wonderful silver tongue of his. You felt your orgasm slowly growing, feeling a tickling sensation in your ankles that was going up your legs until it reached the exact spot where Loki was completely devoted to at the moment.

“L-Loki! F-fuck p-please, d-don’t stop!” You begged him as you felt your climax fast approaching.

Loki grunted against your sensitive skin but he didn’t stop his movements at all. What’s more, he added another two fingers inside you which made you scream. He curled his fingers inside you which made him rub that wonderful spot that had you seeing stars. Loki removed his fingers after a while and you whimpered at the loss, however, the movements of his tongue had you moaning in no time again. As your legs were now up his shoulders, it was easy enough for you to close your thighs until they were cupping Loki’s face to keep him in that place. As if he were able to sense what you were feeling, Loki knew exactly when you were about to reach your crest and thus he grabbed your hips to hold you close to his mouth. Before you were able to stop it because you wanted this moment to last as long as possible, your orgasm hit you hard. You cum with a scream of Loki’s name leaving your mouth as you tilted your head back the most the pillow allowed you to.

Before you were able to come back to reality after that wonderful orgasm, Loki climbed back up on the bed and entered you in one swift motion which made you moan higher and he groan louder as well. He stayed still completely inside you both of you breathing heavily. You didn’t need time to adjust to him: even when Loki was by far the biggest lover you ever had, you have had sex so many times and so frequently that your cunt ached for his cock when he wasn’t inside you. That was the effect he had on you. When you focused your gaze on his, looking at him with confusion clouding your features, Loki smiled before turning you both around, not pulling out of you at all.

“Ride me, my beautiful girl. I want to see you taking your pleasure from me, as only I can do it for you,” Loki commanded while caressing the sides of your body before finally settling his hands on your hips.

You started to slowly move up and down his length, feeling your oversensitive cunt react immediately to him. Loki loved having sex with you in this position mostly because he was able to see every reaction of your body to his. After a few movements, the slow pace you have settled wasn’t enough for any of you, so you started to move up and down faster, alternating with rolling your hips. Loki met your movements with his own, thrusting upwards. His grip on your hips became stronger, probably leaving finger marks on them, but you didn’t care at all. You loved it when Loki marked you as his, even when it was a secret and you needed a lot of make-up to hide the marks after. Now, you didn’t need to hide anything. That thought alone gave you more stamina so you moved faster.

“Gods, darling, you’re so wet, so open and ready for me always. From now on, I’ll always make you cum before I enter you,” Loki grunted while he admired the movement of your body on top of his. “How would you like that?”

“Yes, Loki, please,” You begged, looking at him for an instant before your pleasure made you close your eyes and throw your head backwards.

“You are mine. Only I can see you like this, only I can pleasure like this,” He claimed while one of his hands went up your back until it was buried in your hair. “Understood?” Loki asked while gritting his teeth to hold back the moans that threatened to escape his lips.

“I’m all yours, Loki.”

“That’s what I like to hear. Now, be a good girl and cum for me, love.”

As if on cue, your orgasm hit you hard above him, making you shiver and scream out Loki’s name. After a few thrusts more, Loki followed you, filling you with his seed until it was too much and it started to come out of you. You fell on Loki’s chest and he hugged you tight against him. Some minutes passed by before you felt Loki pulling out of you and using his magic to clean you up. He always took care of you after sex, even after your first encounters. When he finished cleaning you up, Loki moved you both on the bed so he was able to hold you tight against the side of his body below the sheets. You rested your head on his chest, hearing how his heartbeat was calming down. You caressed him lazily, enjoying the afterglow of a great sex session when a thought interrupted your quietness.

“Were you waiting for the opportunity to tell everybody about us?” You asked him tilting your head up so you were able to see his beautiful face. You caressed his cheek while he looked at you with a smile.

“You cannot expect me to keep this secret forever, darling. Once I was sure that this was more than just sex, I knew that I had to do everything in my power to make you mine and let everybody know about it,” Loki explained while caressing your cheek and smiling adoringly. You looked at him surprised.

“Firstly, I was yours from the moment we met. Then, what is ‘this’ according to you?” Loki chuckled.

“Oh, darling, you should know by now what I mean. But since you have been so good to me tonight, I will tell you: I love you and I intend to make you my princess,” He whispered the last part, although you heard him all the same because of your closeness. His pale cheeks were turning pinker as the seconds passed by.

��You do know that I love you, right?” Loki bit his lower lip.

“You do?”

“Oh, my sweet prince, of course I do. I have loved you for a long time now and I will love you until my last breath,” Loki’s smile could have brightened the whole planet and you were determined to keep that smile on his face as long as possible.

“Then, it’s settled,” He kissed your forehead lightly. “Let’s rest for a while, shall we? Then we can have something to eat…or I could eat you up,” He winked and you giggled.

#Loki #Loki Odinson #Loki Laufeyson #Possessive Loki #Loki Smut #Loki Fluff #Loki x female you #Loki is a sweetheart #Loki Oneshot #Loki hot

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Okay I’ve just finished reading Emperor Vader’s Guide and like I came here for the Vaderluke expected some cute Dinluke, somehow I started staying for the Vader & Din dynamic like they just. They’re just so fun. One little messed up family!

Now on the edge of my seat desperately waiting for Grogu & Vader interactions.

I was a little worried about how dark this fic would get, and was pleasantly surprised to see that it ended up being a lot softer than I expected! Also it’s so funny to see the inherently normal Dinluke and then boom problematic father/son incest clash, I applaud the way you saunter out there with no fear.

But yeah, it’s very cute to see the way Vader, albeit reluctantly, slowly start to get a little fond of Din, and Din being his normal dumbass self going like…friend? Ally? Mentor? Father figure /gets beaten to death with a hammer/

it’s the slow progression, you don’t just let any guy fuck your precious pillow princess of an omega son so eventually you too get a lil attached and I love how you portray it!

At this point I’ve strayed so far from my initial tunnel vision on Vaderluke and wonder how I got here…

All in all, fantastic fic you’ve got there, here’s to having fun writing self-indulgent things in this fucked up galaxy *blows kiss*

Waking up to this ask was like all my childhood Christmases rolled into one. Thank you, my friend, for the incredibly sweet comment. ♥

I'm glad you're enjoying the anadin/vaderdin moments as much I am. Look, vaderluke is my otp, dinluke remains dear to my heart, but anadin........... it has potential. I'm just sayin', these three gorgeous men would make a pretty happy (albeit wonderfully dysfunctional) throuple, don't shoot the messenger.

If I didn't have WIPs lined up to my ears, and if HtD wasn't already a rewrite of another fic, I would write another rewrite where Sidious forces Vader to present as an Alpha, and he keeps the charade going long after he slaughters Sidious and names himself Emperor, right up until his reluctant, kidnapped, Omega son's charming silent strong Alpha mate accidentally induces his first heat in twenty years, and then woops, Din's stuck with two needy Skywalkers.

I think Din is one of those Alphas who has no problem deferring to his Omega mate for some/most things while also being completely dependable, caring and providing for his clan. He wouldn't try to usurp Vader as Emperor, but he would recognize that, hey, his father-in-law is actually an Omega in secret and is going to need some help sometimes with heats and gentling and other special Omega needs. He's absolutely the caretaker of his little clan, even though Vader pretends that's his role in front of the galaxy at large.

(Also just, hnngh, the sweet angst of Vaderkin enforcing Omega traditions, roles and stereotypes onto Luke that he himself no longer has to follow, but viscerally remembers, blind to the harm they did to him and every Omega around him.)

Parts of that bleed into HtD, because even though Vader is the Galactic Emperor, a legendary Sith Lord, an Alpha and a literal force of nature, he gets in over his head, pushes himself too hard and fails to take care of himself more than a typical Alpha probably does. I don't think it's a skill he ever mastered, even though it's supposed to be an ingrained thing. Din sees that, and while he respects the hierarchy of their relationship (and their relationships with Luke), he also sees Vader as clan (mate's Resident Alpha will be his Resident Alpha as well, after all) and can't just sit idly by if the man is struggling.

They're so messed up, I love them dearly.

Thank you again for this wonderful ask, I was absolutely thrilled to receive it. 💋♥

#herbie asks #tw darkfic

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hinahaikyuu · 2 years

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Summary:

It’s been a year now, since you were accepted into U.A. University’s Support Course, and nine months since you started working with the hero course. It was only a matter of time right, as Recovery Girls new apprentice? If only love was as easy as college.

Monoma & Sero. MDNI.

Fem!Reader | FAB!Reader (I don’t know how to write for gay men I’m sorry I’ll do my research)

But also Semi-Hiatus. This was a sample/test for smau making and I plan to make more and do better now that I understand the program. I’ll be updating based on my work schedule. ♥

Gorgeous Gorgeous Girls | The Boneheads

Please send an ask if you wish to be on the tag list.

@onigirintarou @inakugo @sakefishwrites

#x ; only in a dream #monoma smau #monoma neito #my hero academia #mha smau #bnha smau #sero hanta #x ; hina writes #x ; hina creates

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just-another-nerds-little-world · 2 years

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🎵, 🎧, 🎤, ✨, 🤭, 🤳, 💗 (VERIVERY Minchan, E'LAST Baekyeul, OOO Junji :D), 👯‍♀️ VERIVERY, 🌟 VV, E'LAST, OOO), 💭 TXT - Opening Sequence, SKZ - Slump, ATZ - Turbulence please ♥ :D

Thank you very much! ♥

🎵: The vibe my blog gives of is quite dark.. so maybe “OnlyOneOf - gaslighting” or “JUST B - Get Away” would fit.

🎧: I just recently started to make a Summer Kpop Playlist so I gonna go with this one. (But also because I have no other Kpop Playlist yet. I'm too lazy. xDD)

Twice - Alcohol - Free

🎤:

BVNDIT - VENOM, I guess it was just the first shock.

VERIVERY - Get Away, I don't even know why, but I love it now.

E'LAST - 악연(Dark Dream), I even listened to 악연 when it came out but since it has no actual hook it didn't get stuck in my head at first. Today I see that it's a masterpiece!

Thinking about that E'LAST is one of my Top3 Boygroups (with VERIVERY and OnlyOneOf) now, it's a good and wise choice to give certain songs a second listen. ♥

✨: Stray Kids and TXT, thanks to you. I always knew them and liked them and their music, but I never really got into them until now! ♥ But I also got into VERIVERY, I knew them since pre-debut, but I never really got hooked and never got interested getting into them. O changed that. xDD ♥

🤭: Stray Kids' Hyunjin. I liked Jisung since Hellevator and considering how Hyunjin’s personality was back then I never thought I would ever consider him my bias. He is still himself, but he grew up more and I like the person he has become. Now Jisung has to share with Hyunjin, because they are both my biases. ♥

🤳:

This is my "motivation wall" which is actually not a wall, but a cupboard. I especially love the Minchan Polaroid and Poster. I bought my very first VERIVERY album, the 3rd version of Series 'O' Round II: Hole and both extras were of Minchan! And I also got one Minchan Photocard! I usually don't have this much luck! TwT ♥

And I have a whole lot of PCs, POBs and other album inclusions, but I narrowed it down to these 4 for this post.

I love this pc of Dongheon and Minchan since Minchan is just himself and I love it. xDD

This one of Nayeon speaks for itself, she looks gorgeous as always, but I really love the pastel colors and the aesthetics.

The special pc of Won Hyuk (To.Lie) is one of the cutest I have ever seen, so I had to buy it and it just arrived today! I love this kid. ♥

The voice-polaroid of Baekgyeul was a benefit from the video fan call I got in. It's signed and he even wrote my name with a heart on it. Do I need to say more? ♥

💗: VERIVERY Minchan, E'LAST Baekyeul, OOO Junji :D

Ain't you a cheeky one? My 3 ultimate biases, what a coincidence. xDD

VERIVERY's Minchan: I love his dorkiness, he never considers himself as too good to make a dork of himself to make others laugh. Also he can cook! And when he cooks it sure is a eye-candy! I love men who can cook, it's damn hot. xD

E'LAST's Baekgyeul: He is a literall sweetheart. A cute, shy, introverted nerd and homebody. Who also seems to have a good heart since he loves animals and they seem to love him. What my mother says: animals know who really is a good-hearted person and who pretends.

OnlyOneOf's Junji: Apparently an ENFJ, but actually quite shy and that's super cute. And he is so calm, the calmest Idol I have ever seen, but I like that. It makes him different from many other idols. He just seems like a normal guy, he seems to be himself without hiding behind the idol-masquerade and that's his biggest charm.

And what they all have in common: They hate horror. And I love it, what does that say about me? xDD

👯‍♀️: VERIVERY

Yongseung and Yeonho: These two seem to have found each other without really looking for one another. They sometimes really seem to be one heart and one soul and on other days they seem like they want to kill each other. They are really like brothers, it’s so cute!

🌟: VV, E'LAST, OOO

First my 3 ult. biases and now my 3 ult groups, I love you. ♥

VERIVERY:

my favorite era: TRIGGER and O

concept: they mostly have dark and tough concepts and I love it ♥

album: I really love the ‘O’ Series, but I go with FACE US

E’LAST:

my favorite era: even though Wonjun couldn’t promote with them I love the 눈물자국 (Tears of Chaos) era

concept: these royal-like/classic-like concepts like in 눈물자국 and 악연

album: I just go with their latest album ROAR but the gray version since 각인 is only on this version (I hope this won’t become a trend)

OnlyOneOf:

my favorite era: libidO and sage

concept: sexy concepts like libidO and dark and tough concepts like sage

album: I also just go with their latest album Instinct Part.2

💭: TXT - Opening Sequence, SKZ - Slump, ATZ - Turbulence

TXT - Opening Sequence: Best song on the album and one of my most favorite TXT songs. ♥

SKZ - Slump: Just listened to it and it’s so good! But it’s too short! That’s unfair!

ATEEZ - Turbulence: Beautiful song, made me cry on the concert.

#personal #ask game #Kpop asks #Kpop ask game #KPOP #VERIVERY #E'LAST #ELAST #OnlyOneOf #OOO #TWICE #JUST B #TXT #Tomorrow by Together #Stray Kids #ATEEZ #BVNDIT

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#but now it's law & order and did you see nolan's sigh it was amazing and also jack when they talked and omg sam fuck i love her so much and

My Top Posts in 2022:

Is it just me or are Olivia and Amanda extra gorgeous this episode?

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I’m watching Exiled: A Law & Order Movie and Ice T was so tiny, widdle baby iced tea ♥

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Logan just deduced that two men were lovers based on that they were wearing the same tie.

Thank you, CI, for confirming Barisi for us.

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Just started watching the season premiere and I’m already biting my nails xD I didn’t realize it was a crossover event until I actually went to watch the episodes, and it was a bit unusual that Cosgrove was the first character I knew when I started watching OC xD

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My #1 post of 2022

y'all.

Rafael in 15x10 - Psycho/Therapist

Sonny in 21x15 - Swimming With The Sharks

another orange tie they share?

i knew about the other one, but this was news to me.

(if you know of any other tie-sharing, please let me know. i know about the blue/yellow one (though i can't actually find Sonny wearing it in an episode??) and the black knit one, but i fucking live for shit like this and i desperately want to know any i have missed xD)

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c1garettebreak · 2 years

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Hey, request. Professor Sirius going to a vinyl record shop where student reader works and they end up fucking in the backroom.

𝙷𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝙷𝙸𝚃 𝙳𝙸𝙵𝙵𝙴𝚁𝙴𝙽𝚃♥

𝚂𝚖𝚞𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚝, 𝟷𝟾+ 𝚙𝚕𝚜༺♥༻

The day was dragging; Y/N loved her job make no mistake, but the weather outside was warm and the sun was shining, causing her to long for 5pm when she could clock out. Only an hour left. She'd slipped Hard Days Night by The Beatles onto the record player a few minutes earlier and the title single was blaring from the speakers around the room. She was also the only one on shift, so the lack of social interaction with a normal human being (ie not a hipster boasting of their 'rare' test or old men being assholes) was driving her crazy. The bell on the door rang out as she partially sulked, but she pulled a smile onto her face to greet the customer coming through the door. Shit...

Her music history professor, Sirius Black, walked through the door. Panicked, Y/N ducked below the counter. There were many problems with the current situation. One: she was dressed entirely inappropriately to be seen by her professor, the weather had caused her to opt for a white crop top that was essentially see through, denim shorts, fishnets and boots, she knew such a well educated man would judge her appearance. Two: Fuck, he had to be the most gorgeous man walking the earth, which was a problem; she could feel herself getting wet during every single one of his lectures.

"Y/N?" His smooth voice rang out throughout the shop. "Is that you?"

She mentally prepared herself for the worse, grabbed a box from the floor and stood up straight.

"Professor Black? What a lovely surprise!" Her voice feigned innocence as she placed the box on the desk. She couldn't help but clock how his eyes focused on her tits that were clearly visible through her top. Y/N brushed the feeling away.

"Are you looking for anything in particular?" She asked quickly, wandering out from behind the desk. Sirius stuttered.

"Uh... no just having a browse." His eyes were dark, he was usually such a gentle, charasmatic man, but today he was tenser. She watched from in front of the desk as he browsed, her hands barely focused on the stock she was meant to be unpacking from the boxes.

"Did you choose the music?" He asked casually, moving closer to her. Something in the air was thickening.

"Uh yeah I did." Y/N smiled, attempting to keep her voice from shaking. He smirked. He had a few records underneath his leather clad arm.

"Good choice. There isn't a back room or anything I could give these a listen to in is there?"

Y/N was bent over the table in the back room as Prince played from the speakers. Sirius was balls deep in her pussy, ramming her animalisticly, her hair bunched in his fist as he pulled tighter with every thrust.

"Fucking dirty slut." He grunted as her pussy squeezed his dick tightly, his size stretching her out to perfection. Her moans were almost louder than the pounding speakers. He spanked her ass sharply with his hand as she bucked up into him, the pain sharply amplifying her pleasure. "You're a slut huh aren't you? Tell me how much of a slut you are."

"Yes I'm a slut sir, always thinking about you fucking me." Y/N's words made him laugh evilly, his pace quickening even though she thought it impossible.

"Thinking of fucking me huh? Little stupid whore." Sirius' hand let her hair go and he instead brought his hands up to squeeze her neck, pulling her back flush with his chest. His belt buckle dug deliciously into her ass. "Bet you wore that fucking excuse for a crop top to try and get fucked huh?"

Y/N could barely answer anymore, the pain from him choking her neck caused her to spasm against his body, tears threatening to fall from her eyes.

"Bet you wanna cum right?" He teased, never letting up his grip. "Go on then, cum you fucking bitch." His words tipped her over the edge as he released his grip from her throat. Y/N's orgasm came over her in a wave, crashing her body. Her legs let out below her as she came over his cock.

"Thankyou sir fuck." She moaned as he continued to fuck into her.

"Pretty girls like you always get what you want. But I also get what I want." Sirius, pulled her even closer to him, using his hands to support her thighs. "And I'm gonna fucking cum in you." She moaned at his dominance. Sirius kept rutting into her even though he knew she was struggling to take it. The tightness from her spent pussy tipped him over into ecstasy, his cum shooting into her and filling her up completely. He pulled out and watched his cum leak from her.

"What a perfect cunt."

#sirius black #sirius black smut #sirius black x reader #sirius black x reader smut #sirius x reader #sirius drabble #sirius black drabble #dark!sirius #dark!sirius black #dark!sirius black smut #blairafterdark

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heartsmadeofbooks · 3 years

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Preview: New fic.

Hi, hi, hi ♥

It took a little longer than expected, but I'm finally ready to share with you all my new fic, Clear Skies. It's a story that I've been looking forward to writing for a while and though it had a slow start and I had to get through some obstacles, I'm happy to say I'm finally satisfied with it. I can't wait to start this new journey with all of you.

This story features a wonderful cover art by the amazing @nerdishedits. She's been my rock since I started writing it and a great cheerleader when I needed one, so I'm super honored that she did the art for it.

Clear Skies is a story of two men finding love in the most unexpected person, as well as about love being the push you need to grow, to stand up for yourself, and to chase after what you really, really want. The first chapter will be published on Saturday, August 7th.

Here's a little preview. I hope you'll enjoy it ♥

After an intense afternoon helping Isabelle, Kurt finally headed home feeling ready to change into comfy clothes and maybe relax with a few episodes of trashy reality television. If he was lucky, he would even be able to convince his roommates to order some pizza...

But once he made it all the way to Bushwick (one day he would be able to live somewhere in Manhattan, he hoped) and opened the door to the loft he shared with two of his friends from high school, he found Santana pacing the living room, looking gorgeous in a very tight black dress, heels sharp enough to stab someone, black hair falling down her back in a gorgeous cascade.

“Hummel, where were you?” She asked as soon as she saw him. “You should have been home at least an hour ago.”

“Sorry, I had to help Isabelle at a photoshoot and it ran a little longer than expected,” Kurt replied, as he unbuttoned his peacoat. “What's wrong?”

“You're supposed to cover for me tonight at the diner!” She exclaimed. “Gunther called when you didn't make it on time for my shift.”

Kurt groaned. “Oh shit. That was tonight? I'm sorry, Santana. It's been such a long day...”

“Well, get over there already,” she said, almost ushering him back out the door. “I promised him you would be there soon...”

“Wait, I need to get my uniform and...” Kurt ran a hand through his hair. “Are you sure I have to? Can't Rachel cover for us...?”

“No! She's on a late rehearsal. I should have already left too, I'm going to be late for my date. Come on, Kurt, you promised,” she said, a little desperately. “I'll cover for you tomorrow so you can get some sleep. But please...”

“Okay, okay,” Kurt muttered with a sigh. “I'll get changed and I'll be on my way in a couple of minutes, don't worry. Just get out of here.”

Santana grabbed her coat and purse and was out of the loft before Kurt was even done talking. Feeling increasingly miserable, Kurt marched into the section of the loft they called his bedroom (he would give his right arm for walls and a door, god) and immediately changed into his uniform.

By the time he finally made it to the Spotlight Diner, he was spectacularly late and Gunther, the owner, wasn't very pleased with him. Afraid he would take it out on Santana, Kurt promised to make up for it by staying an extra hour. Gunther nodded, pleased, and without saying a word, he disappeared behind the counter, leaving Kurt to take care of the waiting customers.

Kurt was busy for a very long time after that, since it was peak dinner rush time. He was grateful when it all finally calmed down a bit, and he sneaked into the kitchen to have a glass of water and eat a quick sandwich. He was famished and his feet hurt like hell. He wasn't sure how he was going to make it til the end of his shift. It was bound to be a long, awful night.

As he thought longingly of his bed, the softness of the sheets and the pillows, the weight of the duvet and tried to ignore the heaviness of his own bones, he made his way back out the kitchen, only to realize someone had just taken a seat at one of the tables in his section.

He grabbed a menu from the pile behind the counter before he walked towards the table, reminding himself to plant a smile on his face even though he didn't feel like it.

“Welcome to Spotlight Diner. My name's Kurt and I'll be your...” He stopped in his tracks when the man sitting at the booth looked up. As soon as his eyes fell on Kurt, his lips parted and his pupils dilated, making Kurt stutter for a moment. “Uhm. I'll be your... your chorus boy waiter today.”

Kurt lifted a hand and touched his face quickly, making sure there wasn't anything on it. He didn't understand why the man was looking at him like that. He blinked down at him, and wished he could stare at him for a while, though, because he was strikingly handsome. His dark hair was beginning to curl around his face, clearly breaking off from whatever product he had applied to it, just a few grey hairs peeking through at his temples. He had a very expressive face and – there was only one way to describe them – very kissable lips, the kind Kurt wouldn't have minded nibbling on. But it was his eyes that really caught him off guard – they looked so honest and earnest, so kind and bright, and the way they reflected the light made them seem almost golden.

They looked a bit sad, too, but Kurt told himself he was just imagining things. And he shouldn't have been paying this much attention to a customer anyway. He should have been taking his order.

“Here's a menu if you need it,” Kurt muttered quietly, placing it on the table in front of the man. “Unless you know what you want?”

The man seemed to come out of some kind of trance. He shook his head a bit before he glanced back up at Kurt, a polite smile on his face that was gone too quickly. “I'd like some coffee for now. Thank you.”

“Sure. Coming right up,” Kurt said, smiling back, before he turned around and walked away a little quicker than necessary. He hid behind the counter for a moment and used his cellphone to check his face but no, no lettuce between his teeth, no stains on his nose, nothing that could make someone look at him like that.

It was kind of ridiculous, how hard Kurt's heart was beating at the moment. He didn't even understand why.

#Yaaaaaaaaaaay #So excited about this #I hope you'll like it ♥#Fic: Clear Skies #Klaine #Klaine fic #Klaine fanfic #Klaine fanfiction

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