#RIP Shadow Fluffy Butt

[creek-cryptid-deluxe]

One of our goth chickens, Morticia sister of Wednesday, has decided she and I are homies. If I sit out in the yard, she will come round the back of my chair to my right side. Then she tugs my belt loop to get my attention before turning round and hunkering down for pets or squawking to let me know she wants to be misted like a fern.* The best part is that I say each chickens' name differently and they all react to it.

Morticia: I say 'tisha' in the same tone & cadence as Bill Hader used to say his own character name when doing the Stefan bit on SNL.

Monarch: I just respectfully say 'And good morning to you, Monarch. Decide to be less of a dick today? Ah I see the answer is no.'

Dr. Girlfriend: quiet but slightly higher pitched

Violet: bubbly 'Hi Vi!'

Now Wednesday's is hilarious. She went broody for a bit and in the texas summer that's just not safe (we lost Shadow Fluffy Butt to that exact thing yesterday). So I would have to go out multiple times a day to force Wednesday out of the nesting area. I would open the gate and say 'Ladies ladies ladies' like Jay from Jay & Silent Bob. Then I'd open up the nesting box, talk to her & pet her, then scoop her out & set her angry ass by the food and water. It was necessary. HOWEVER now if I say 'ladies ladies ladies' Wednesday's head immediately pops up and she RUNS to come scream at me indignantly.

* It's been over 100° f here for nearly 2 weeks and counting, so the chickens have full yard privileges (rather than just the chicken yard) with 5 water buckets set up throughout in shady spots beside big ass flower pots that became dust baths and I go out with a plant mister to mist them with cool water every so often.

Yes I did mention that we lost a lady. Shadow Fluffy Butt was admittedly our most fluffy and densely feathered girl. We had been keeping a close eye on her but she got very broody very suddenly. I went and pulled her from the nest and when The Man went out not an hour later, she was gone.

[munsons-maiden]

𝐁𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮

This one was requested by the lovely @janetsnakehole02 in this post. I hope y’all enjoy it! - Love, Kiki 🖤

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 |  Loki x female reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 |  After having been in a secret relationship with Loki for a few weeks, a fight with him leads you to question what you truly mean to him - and there's a perfect way to find out if the trickster reciprocates your feelings. Who would've thought Loki would be the jealous type?

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 |  smut, fluff, jealous Loki, a tiny bit of angst in the beginning and a fluffy happy ending 

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 |  10 k 

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 |  SMUT (ONLY READ IF YOU’RE 18+ YEARS OLD!), (semi-)public sex, unprotected sex (please stay safe in real life and use a condom!), fingering, slightly dominant/possessive Loki, edging, orgasm control, slight bondage, a tiny bit of angst with a very sweet happy ending 

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ♡  

𝐀𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝🖤 

“I’m nearly done,” you began, your eyes firmly fixed on your reflection in the bathroom mirror as you applied the lipstick, careful not to smudge the vibrant crimson colour and trying hard to stay concentrated despite the sensation of Loki’s hands slowly snaking up your waist from behind, leaving your skin tingling in the wake of his fingertips even through the layer of your dress’ dark fabric.

“You look ravishing, darling,” the trickster purred from behind you, pulling you closer until your spine was pressed flush against his firm chest, and you inhaled sharply as he let his hands wander to your butt, squeezing. “The dress is pretty, but I’d love to rip it away from you right here and now.”

“It’ll be the last thing you do,” you threatened playfully. Though the thought of Loki ripping away your dress to take you right here in front of the bathroom mirror was an intriguing one, nonetheless. You’d chosen the most revealing outfit for tonight for exactly this reason, knowing all too well the dress would probably find its demise by the end of the night, ripped to shreds by Loki’s strong hands. Excitement rushed through you at the thought.

You gave your reflection a little pout while examining your make-up, before you closed the lipstick’s lid with a soft click.

“The others are probably already waiting,” you announced, “It’ll look suspicious if we’re the only ones being late.”

Loki chuckled. “You took your fair share of time to get ready, nevertheless I have a feeling that Thor or Stark will beat you to it.”

You’d hoped that Loki’s answer would be a different one, telling you that it was okay if the others suspected there was something else between the two of you, other than friendship. The bitter taste of disappointment weighed on your tongue as you replied curtly, “If we want to keep up our little secret, I suggest we meet downstairs with the others.”

A few weeks ago, Rhody had announced that for his birthday, he wanted nothing but a whole night of feeling normal again – a night of clubbing, dancing, drinking and partying with all the Avengers.

You turned to face Loki, who’d stepped away from you to lean against the doorway of the bathroom, arms locked in front of his chest. He was wearing black pants with a dark green dress shirt, looking as handsome as always with his beautiful black hair brushing against his shoulders and his regal, sharp features cast in shadows by the harsh bathroom lights. He was the only person to ever look handsome beneath the unnatural bright glow of a halogen lamp.

“If you’d like to keep staring at me a while longer, we could arrange time for that,” he teased, tearing you from your wandering thoughts with a playful grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Fidgeting with the smooth plastic case of your lipstick, you said, “We wouldn’t have to sneak around all the time if we just…told the others about us.”

Us. Us had started with a stolen kiss during training – a single kiss, quick and addictive in the best of ways, his lips on yours like a shot of pure adrenaline rushing through your veins to leave you reeling and dizzy and craving for more of it; a single kiss turning into a hundred feverish ones, turning into secret meetings to read, watch TV together, and most of all talk. Which had ultimately led to the first night spent tangled between the sheets and in each other’s arms. And this one night had turned into weeks. The tender rays of sunlight in your chest whenever you were with the trickster had long since morphed into a full-blown supernova glowing in your chest, into feelings much stronger than mere attraction, more than a simple crush, but you kept this truth locked in your heart, afraid Loki wouldn’t reciprocate the feelings you were harbouring for him.

And still, neither of you had broached the subject of what us exactly was.

It wasn’t the first time you’d voiced the thought to stop tiptoeing around the Avengers headquarters and simply tell the others – though every single of your careful attempts to talk about what it was, exactly, between the two of you, and whether it should stay a secret, had been thwarted by Loki. This time, you swore to yourself, you wouldn’t let him brush the topic off with a charming smile and another of his breath-stealing kisses.

“Do you think now is the adequate time to discuss matters like these?”, Loki inquired with a raised eyebrow.

You locked your arms in front of your chest, mirroring the trickster’s own stance, before you retorted, “We both know the timing doesn’t matter. I’ve been trying to talk about this for weeks.”

“Which means it can wait until the evening is over,” Loki remarked with his signature smirk.

“Stop that.”

“Stop what?”

“This little look-how-handsome-and-charming-I-am-thingy you’re always doing to avoid conversations like this one.”

Loki’s smirk widened, obviously unaware of your growing disappointment as he teased, “You can’t just ask me to turn off such essential parts of my personality, darling.”

“And the cockiness, too.”

Loki tilted his head and drawled, “You didn’t have anything about my cockiness last night, when I –“

He was cut off by your own exasperated groan, pinching the bridge of your nose to keep your composure.

Loki seemed to have finally noticed the switch in your mood, because he stayed silent for once.

“What are we, Loki?”, you asked quietly, and the fight had momentarily left your voice. You sounded as tired as you suddenly felt.

When Loki didn’t reply, the words you’d suppressed for so long began to sputter out of you to fill the sudden uncomfortable silence.

“I want to fall asleep in your arms, Loki. For real, without having to fear to oversleep or get caught in your bed. I want to wake up with you, never again wondering how to sneak back to my own room without being seen by the others. I want to hold your hand and kiss you whenever I feel like it, in the broad daylight, and stop pretending to be just friends when there hasn’t been a single night in the past weeks we didn’t spend together. I don’t even know what we are.”

I don’t even know what I am to you.

Your voice had grown impatient, prodding Loki to finally give you a reaction. Any reaction. To tell you that all these things he whispered to you under the veil of midnight, the sweet nothings he murmured into your feverish kisses and breathed against your sweat-glistening bare skin when he was buried inside of you, were more than pretty lies he was spinning simply because it was the heat of the moment, spinning them not because it was you but because it was you lying beneath him in these moments, a replaceable pastime and nothing more.

You’re the most beautiful creature in all of the Nine Realms.

You’re all I want.

You’re mine.

I’m yours.

But never these three words you wished to hear more than anything else, the three words burning alongside the desire that leapt in your heart whenever he was with you. Never I love you.

“It was thrilling in the beginning,” you added warily. “But I’m sick of the sneaking around and the secrecy and the lies. Because whatever this is, between us –“ you waved your hand at the space between the two of you, watching Loki’s expression, searching for the trace of an emotion in the carefully contained mask of calmness, broken only by the small frown that made a fine line appear between his dark eyebrows as he listened, “ – it’s good. It’s something beautiful and trying to hide it from the world makes it feel like something forbidden and…and bad. And I don’t want it to feel bad.”

I don’t want to feel like a fling to be discarded whenever you wish to. I love you, you wanted to scream at him at the top of your lungs, Don’t you feel the same way?

Obviously, he didn’t. Else, he would have already told you that he was in love with you…right? It had always been your deepest, darkest fear, this beast in your heart whispering to you that you were nothing more than a pastime, a pretty plaything for the God of Mischief until he was bored by your company and moved on to the next entertainment, leaving you behind with a shattered heart and tears that would never dry. Right now, this beast which lived in your chest was taking the wheel.

“I might not be able to give you these things”, Loki finally replied coolly.

“Able to? Or willing to?” You hated yourself for the bitterness seeping from your heart into your voice, for how clingy it made you feel when all you wanted was an answer, or at least an explanation for all the secrecy Loki was demanding about this weird little us.

“Do you want me to bring you a dictionary to find more synonyms to throw at me?”, Loki growled.

You could feel anger stirring awake in your stomach, hot and stinging.

“Do you think humour is going to end this argument?”, you snapped, and Loki narrowed his eyes.

“Do you think prodding me will?”

“We clearly don’t want the same things,” you snapped back, and you felt as surprised by your sudden outbreak as Loki looked.

“Clearly,” he replied, and you could feel the air shifting between the two of you. “Clearly, you don’t trust me,” Loki added, and his voice had turned as sharp as the blades of his golden daggers.

“Clearly you’ve never given me a reason to trust you.”

Loki’s frown deepened. “You don’t even deny that you don’t trust me?”

“I’m surprised that you’re surprised I don’t trust you,” you quipped, trying to swallow down the rage which began to simmer beneath your barely composed demeanour. There was a part in you that wanted to take back these words the instant they’d left your lips – but the other part, the one which relished the tiny flash of hurt in Loki’s eyes as these words filled the tense air between the two of you, was stronger right now, overpowering the hurt and disappointment you felt.

“I take it we’ll meet downstairs and pretend we haven’t been busy fucking each other last night, then,” you glowered, earning a glare from Loki.

“Do you want to go first, or are you scared I’ll stab you in the back if you do?”, he snapped. “You never know, with someone as untrustworthy as me.”

A mirthless laugh bubbled up your throat. “Don’t worry, you’ve perfected the art of back-stabbing without an actual dagger just fine.”

With another scalding look at him, you left to join the others.

***

With three cars, you’d chosen the option to ride in a car without Loki – a decision which didn’t even lead to raised eyebrows and curious glances because officially, there was nothing else between you and the trickster but friendship, if at all.

None of the others noticed your quietness as you watched the city lights passing in colourful blurs beyond the car’s windows, the flood of your own thoughts racing each other like the blinking neon letters on an electric billboard, drowning out Sam’s laughter and Nat’s comments, Bucky’s bickering voice and Steve’s chuckles as he drove the car.

“You still drive like an old man,” Nat’s voice floated through the haze of your thoughts, followed by Bucky’s comment, “That’s because he is an old man.”

If Loki didn’t want to tell the others about whatever it was between the two of you, he clearly didn’t feel the same things as you.

A lump was already forming in your throat, tears stinging in the corners of your eyes as you felt heartbreak, a heartbreak you’d wished to never have to experience, rush towards you like a high-speed train.

Pull yourself together, you chided yourself. No tears. Not tonight. There was nothing you could do right now apart from keeping your composure and your dignity.  

Except…there was. Alongside the idea creeping into your racing mind, a small smile dawned on your face.

If Loki didn’t talk to you willingly and give you the explanation he owed you, you’d have to make him. He might have been the trickster…but he wasn’t the only one.

When you finally arrived at the club – located inside of a pretty, white-washed building which you’d have pegged as a library or a court building rather than a club – and the basses from the music inside filled the warm night air of the parking lot, your frown had transformed into a smirk.

Your car had been the last to arrive, and when you sauntered into the dimly lit interior of the club beside Nat, letting yourself get swallowed in flickering, colourful lights and thumping basses, you let your eyes roam over the partying crowd, the dancing strobe lights illuminating snippets of fabric, a flash of blonde or red hair here and there, a glinting bracelet for a split second before the lighting changed. You narrowed your eyes as you scanned the crowd for a flash of raven hair, a pair of twinkling blue eyes.

“Did you spot any of the others yet?”, Nat shouted beside you, and her voice was nearly swallowed by the music, the volume so high that the floor beneath your feet seemed to vibrate. It had been so long since your last visit to a club, to normality, that you’d forgotten how it felt.

“Not yet,” you shouted back, “But they’ll show up, eventually.”

“Let’s get some drinks,” she shrugged.

You let yourself get pulled along with her, weaving through the throngs of people on the dance floor and towards the bar at the other end of the large space. The bar, with bottles of all kinds and shapes lining its glass shelves, illuminated by a dim white glow of the wall behind, was like a lighthouse in the sea of dancing people, and it looked surprisingly pretty. The whole club looked pretty, with its high ceiling, held up by white pillars resembling those in an ancient Greek temple, and the black marble tiles of the floor. Definitely fancier than the last club you’d visited and swore to never re-visit again.

“I think I saw Steve back there!”, Nat chimed up with another shout, pointing to somewhere behind you.

“It’s okay, go to him. I’ll get a drink first.” You were in desperate need of one.

With a nod, Nat left, a flash of fiery red curls disappearing in the crowd to leave you alone as you fought your way to the bar, where it was less crowded – and your eyes fell on Loki, black hair shining in the white glow of the illuminated wall, leaning against the bar, elbows casually resting on the glass top as his gaze scanned the partygoers. He looked gloomy, his lips drawn to a line, his signature amused smirk wiped away. Was he thinking about your fight, or merely annoyed by the mundane Midgardian clubbing scene?

“If you try to look any more gloomy, you’ll turn into Bucky without even having to shapeshift,” you commented as you leaned on the bar counter beside Loki, your elbows casually resting on the cool glass while you feigned to study the list of drinks for a few seconds. Your voice was loud enough to be heard over the music and low enough to still sound sultry, and Loki’s eyes snapped to yours.

“I’ll take a shot,” you said to the barkeeper who’d nodded at you to take your order, and he frowned in response.

“Which one, doll?”

“A strong one.”

With a sideways glance at Loki, you added under your breath, “I’ll need it.”

The barkeeper nodded and busied himself with a few bottles, and you turned to fully face the trickster while you waited for your drink.

“I knew you couldn’t stay away from me,” Loki teased, and you deadpanned, “I can’t imagine why people don’t like you.”

“They’re jealous, obviously.” Loki grinned, exactly aware of how insufferable he was right now.

“This is exactly why I need a drink first,” you quipped.

“It seems safe to assume you’ve decided to stop ignoring me?”, he purred with a gleam in his eyes that told you he was still furious. Great. So were you.

You gave him a smirk as you retorted, voice dripping with sweetness and sarcasm, tasting like rotten honey on your tongue, “Are you salty because I rode in a different car than you? It thought you didn’t want others to know we were…involved. We wouldn’t want them to get suspicious, would we?”

Loki chuckled, his eyes narrowing as they stayed locked on you. “Are we opening round two of our little lover’s quarrel? If so, I’d appreciate it if we could continue outside. Shouting at each other is only half as fun when you need to do it to get heard over the music.”

“I’m not here to continue our fight,” you replied, letting a slow smirk tug at your lips as you stepped towards him, until there were only inches left separating the two of you, and you could feel the air sizzle with tension as you did, Loki’s gaze unwavering on yours, scrutinizing you.

“No?”, he inquired, raising an eyebrow in suspicion.

“No,” you repeated light-heartedly. “We both made our wishes pretty clear. Or did you change your mind?”

“Did you?”, Loki countered with mock in his voice, and anger rushed through you. Anger and disappointment, walking hand in hand. You had a hard time swallowing them back down.

“Then we seem to find ourselves at a stalemate,” the trickster continued when you didn’t reply, tilting his head as he examined you.

“Stalemate,” you repeated, “Is that what it is to you? An entertaining little game?”

“And you accused me of being salty.” His quip, spoken with this infuriating mock-indignation, made your blood boil once more. Loki knew exactly how to rile you up.

It took all of your willpower to school your face into a calm expression. “You’re driving me crazy.”

“With desire? With want?”, Loki taunted.

“Will you ever shut up for a second?”, you retorted sweetly, which earned you a winning smile from the trickster; a smile which, indeed, drove you crazy with want. Though he didn’t need to know that.

“Only if you make me,” he drawled, and the darkness of his voice sent a pleasant chill crawling along your spine.

Keeping your expression in a bemused mask, you quipped, “You didn’t specify how. Stab you? Push you down a set of stairs? The possibilities are endless, and it’s been a long car ride to contemplate them.”

Loki snickered, obviously enjoying your bickering as much as you were starting to, and shrugged, “You wouldn’t be the first to try to kill me.”

“I might be the first to succeed, though, if you keep annoying me.”

“I love it when you threaten me,” Loki purred darkly, and the expression in his beautiful eyes, reflecting the dancing strobe lights of the club when they held your gaze, turned mischievous. Yes, he was undoubtedly enjoying himself – and he was probably testing the waters, trying to assess how angry you truly were.

“And that’s exactly why I’ll stop now.”

“A shame, really.”

You bit your lip, giving Loki a sultry smirk before you retorted, “I was planning on putting this night to better use than fighting. And that mouth of yours.”

“And will you divulge these plans to me, darling?”, Loki inquired with delight, and the pet name dripping from his tongue sounded like an attempt to tease you rather than an actual term of endearment this time.

“My original plan for this night…”, you drawled, tilting your head as you kept watching Loki’s expression while you let your fingertips dance up the sleeve of his dress shirt, slowly dragging your nails over the soft fabric, “was to dance with you.”

You inched closer, closing the remaining space between the two of you, eyes never straying from his.

“Only to dance?”, Loki teased, and somehow the smooth timbre of his voice, as low as it was, drowned out the loud music with ease, and the playful spark in his eyes made heat swell in your body. You knew that spark all too well – and every blissful consequence which usually followed in the form of a flick of his wrist to tear away your panties, or a swivel of his hot tongue against your soaked heat as he made you writhe on the sweat-soaked sheets beneath him.

“Only?”, you smirked, “You know what they say about dancing.”

“And what is that?”, he breathed, his tone as heavy and dark as your own, and you watched these mischievous sparks dance in his eyes when you let your hands travel higher; up his shoulders to lock at the nape of his neck, your fingertips playing with the strands of glossy midnight-black hair, all the while Loki’s hands settled on the curve of your waist to pull you closer to him.

Did he truly expect you to forget the fight this easily? To draw you back under his spell with a few flirtatious words and charming smiles? He was in for a surprise then, you thought, and your smile turned vicious as you began to roll your hips against his, slowly, in time with the rhythm of the song which thumped through the air like the club’s very own heartbeat.

“If you do it right, dancing –“ another roll of your hips while you let your voice grow heavy, and this time, you brushed against the growing bulge in his pants, making your smile widen at the impact of your words, the knowledge that you held this power over him, “ – is like sex.”

“We should put that to the test”, Loki murmured, and let his hands wander further down your sides, guiding you through the slow movements of your hips as you swayed in tune with the song, guiding you against him so your core met the growing bulge in his pants, and a low moan was drawn from your lips at the sensation of it, the familiar yearning which bloomed in your lower belly to accelerate the beat of your traitorous heart and soak your panties with your arousal.

“We should,” you breathed, and gasped as one of Loki’s hands left its place on your rear to grab a fistful of your hair at the nape of your neck to gently angle your head. The movement of your hips against his grew fiercer alongside the desire he so skilfully incited in you.

“Though I cannot help but wonder what else you’d planned for tonight, apart from dancing.”

You chuckled. You didn’t even need to look at the trickster to feel the wolfish grin paying on his lips and betraying the innocence of his tone, and to your discontent, it sent another thrilled shudder through your spine.

“Do you truly think my anger will be soothed so easily?”, you inquired with a purr, and angled your head to let your lips brush against the sensitive skin of his throat, right above the point of his pulse, and you could feel his grasp on you tighten in response to the sensation. Good.

“It was my intention to find out.” The strain in his voice, the obvious need he felt at your closeness and your well-placed touches, was too strong to be disguised by his calm demeanour. He wanted you just as much as you wanted him, the fury after the fight serving as nothing but oxygen to feed these greedy flames of want.

“Then let me indulge you, darling,” you lilted, and let your head roll back as you gyrated your hips against his, your lips parted with the ghost of a moan, painting the picture of what this night could have looked like, had he treated you differently.

“I bought new lingerie,” you continued with a suggestive smirk, and watched as his own smile grew hungrier with every word that spilled from your lips, every languid roll of your hips to rub against his hardening length, every single one of your little moans as you relished the sweet currents of pleasure these touches sent skittering through your body.

“Though,” you leaned closer, so close that your lips hovered mere inches from his own, close enough to breathe in each other, and it took all of your willpower not to let him kiss you senseless and forget about the argument, at least for tonight…but no. He’d hurt you. And your anger was stronger than any lust at this moment. “– one could argue if these scraps of lace could count as lingerie.”

“My favourite kind.” Loki’s gaze left yours to travel down to your lips.

“I know. That’s why I picked them.” You gave him your most flirtations half-smile, before you asked with a low voice, “I’m wearing them right now. Would you like to see them?”

You pressed yourself against him one last time, relishing the soft groan the movement drew from Loki’s lips before he breathed, “I’d love to.”

With these words you leaned even closer, tilting your head as if you were going in for a kiss, and watched as Loki mirrored your movement to capture your lips with his as he always did – but your hand reached down to grab your shot-glass from the bar counter instead, winking at Loki, whose smile had morphed into a crestfallen expression, before you downed the shot in one go. The alcohol burned its way down your throat, and you suppressed a flinch at the sharp taste of it, but Loki’s expression had been worth it.

“Too bad then that – how did you phrase it? – secrecy is all you can give me. Though that’s okay,” you shrugged, “Because obviously, I’m free as a bird. And I’m going to have a hell of a good time tonight.”

For the first time in his life, Loki was speechless.

“See you later, darling,” you purred while pulling a dollar note out of your dress’ deep cleavage to place it beside the empty shot-glass on the bar, and without another glance at Loki, you turned to saunter into the dancing crowd, feeling his gaze burning at your back with every step until you’d vanished from his sight.

To say you felt gleeful in the most malicious way would have been an understatement.

***

You had no problem to find other guys happy to dance with you, careful to set boundaries as you did – and careful to always stay where Loki could see you, raking a hand through your hair as you threw back your head and suggestively moved your hips in time with the music, another man’s hands settled on your waist instead of his own. Occasionally, you caught Loki’s gaze, observing with bitter satisfaction how his expression turned darker, how the dangerous glint of something that distinctly looked like jealousy crept into his eyes as he watched you from his place by the bar. When the guy you were currently dancing with spun you around to press your spine flush against his chest, your gaze locked on Loki’s once more, and with a wicked little smile, you threw him a lewd wink.

It would be an interesting night, indeed. Riling Loki up, making him watch you have a perfectly fun time without him, ignoring his stares for the most part of the night while you danced with strangers in a way only he was supposed to dance with you while he was rendered a mere spectator, was a whole new kind of satisfaction – though you couldn’t help but wonder how much it would take until the God of Mischief finally snapped. And how that would look like.

***

You didn’t know how much time had passed, but you parted ways with the last guy you’d danced with without another glance in Loki’s direction, to search for your friends and take a small break from dancing, making your way to the other side of the dance floor through the partying crowd. The air had become stuffy, and the stench of alcohol wafting throughout the space probably lingered in your hair already, despite having had only a single drink, the warmth of which had long ago worn off in your belly.  

You didn’t get far, though. As soon as you’d made eye contact with Thor and Nat, both standing beside one of the elegant pillars at the edge of the spacious dance floor, colourful drinks in even fancier glasses clasped in their hands, and you gave them a small smile to signal you’d noticed them – someone grasped the curve of your waist from behind, spinning you around to face them.

A flash of ocean-blue eyes under the strobe lights as Loki’s free hand, the one which wasn’t gabbing your waist, shot up to settle on the side of your throat, his thumb flicking over the point of your spiking pulse as his fingertips tangled in your hair, and the words of protest you’d meant to utter at his sudden appearance were swallowed by your gasp of surprise when he crashed his lips to yours with an angry growl.

Your head spun. Dizziness and warmth took control over your senses, a feeling only Loki’s kisses were ever able to incite in you, and despite the anger and frustration at the fight earlier, you didn’t push him away. All you wanted to do right now was to let yourself drown in the hot current of pleasure his greedy kiss flooded you with, that knocked every wisp of breath from your lungs and every rational thought from your mind with its ferocity. You let yourself melt into the possessive grasp of Loki’s hands with a soft groan as he pulled you even closer and deepened the kiss.

You’re mine. Loki didn’t need to growl the words – the possessiveness of his kiss, the way he touched you, as if he wanted for every person in the club to know who you belonged to, sufficed to convey the message. Only mine.

The skin on your neck beneath Loki’s fingertips prickled as if electricity were sparking from his skin to yours, and he didn’t wait for another second to swirl his tongue over your bottom lip, coaxing your mouth open for him, to swirl his tongue over yours and taste you. Arousal pulsated through your veins, dampening the lace of your panties.

You lost count of time as you let yourself sink into the kiss, your mind’s screaming don’t let him lull you in again drowned out by the surge of desire and everything else you felt for him, your pride thrown overboard alongside any reason as you eagerly opened your mouth for him, to taste him, and you vaguely noticed how your hands shot up to bury in his smooth black hair, your body working on muscle memory as your legs turned weak and your traitorous little heart fluttered out for him once more to crush in his icy grip. But for now, all you cared about was the sensation of his lips on yours, his hot tongue dancing over yours, the swirling movement a reminder of all the other things he could do to you with his skilled tongue, making you moan softly into the kiss. With his hand on your throat and his scent all over you, he was a poison pill you’d never be able to get out of your system again, making you crave more and more even if it would probably destroy you in the end.

A whine escaped your throat when Loki pulled away from the kiss as suddenly as he’d initiated it, and the expression in his eyes, the intensity of his emotions churning in their depths, beneath the shadow of his excitement, pinned you to your place.

“Is this what you wanted?”, Loki inquired with a snarl, and your gaze briefly flitted towards Nat and Thor, their mouths hanging open in utter shock and surprise at what they’d just witnessed, before they snapped back to Loki, and the anger in his tone, as if he were the one in the right, momentarily made the rage boil in your veins once more, alongside the hot currents of want which crawled along your bones, the urge to feel his hands on every inch of your heated skin as both of you glared at each other, panting heavily.

“You know damn well that you’ll need to do more than just –“

Your sentence was cut off in a squeal as green light engulfed you and Loki, and you stumbled a step backwards as the club’s interior felt like spinning around you, the ground bucking, black marble replaced with asphalt, and when your hand shot behind you to steady you, your palm met something smooth and cool. The hood of a…car.

Loki had teleported the two of you out of the club and onto the parking lot, which was dimly lit by the streetlamps in the distance and empty as far as you could see.

“Wow,” you huffed, voice still laced with anger, “I didn’t peg you as the jealous type.”

Loki chuckled, but the storm kept raging in his ocean eyes. “Jealous? There’s nobody in there who could compete with me. We both know it.”

“Though obviously, you’re so insulted by me dancing with someone else that you’ve decided to abduct me”, you crooned, but the sarcasm threaded into your voice couldn’t disguise the strain of arousal from this single kiss that had already been enough to rob the strength form your legs and dampen the lace of your flimsy panties, and Loki seemed to know it as well. His smirk turned feline, teeth flashing in the lights of the streetlamps and his eyes were ablaze with an intensity that fuelled the glowing want in your core only further.

“Do you truly think you could start playing these games with the God of Mischief and walk away, just like that?”, Loki countered, and crossed the last step between the two of you, tension sizzling through the air like the static of a radio, and you could feel the hammering of your pulse, accelerated further by Loki’s closeness, as if every single nerve in your body were humming with need for Loki.

You leaned closer towards him, responding with a wicked grin of your own while you quipped, “I walked away because I won the game before it even started. Though for a mere game, you’ve taken it rather seriously, I might add.”

Loki scoffed, a sound so guttural and low that it sounded like a growl, and the throbbing in your core intensified as the trickster mirrored your movement and angled his head, leaning in as you’d done earlier at the bar, close enough for his lips to hover only inches from yours, his warm breath ghosting over your lips, making your skin prickle.

“And for someone who claimed to have fun without me, you seemed to be exceedingly desperate for my attention,” Loki mused, his voice low and dark, inching even closer until the back of your legs brushed against the front of the car parked right behind you.  

“Says the man who got jealous enough to abduct me,” you purred sweetly. The tip of your nose brushed against his, sparks jolting through you at the promise of another of his searing kisses, stoking the heat in your core as Loki closed the remaining space, and his lips were on yours once more, his body pressing flush against yours as he guided you backwards and your spine met the hood of the car, elbows resting on the cool metal to steady yourself and a guttural moan escaped your lips as Loki nudged your legs apart with his knee, to settle between them, rubbing against the soaked spot of your panties as he did.

Never once breaking the open-mouthed kiss, the trickster placed his hands on the car’s hood to corner you further with his body, and the possessiveness of his movements made your mind spin like a carousel with a want that was nothing short of feral.

“It’s not an abduction if you’re not tied up,” Loki mused against your lips, and before you could register the meaning of these words, your sharp intake of breath already filled the night air as your hands were pinned to the cool metal above your head with the invisible force of Loki’s magic, effectively tying you to the car’s hood.

“There. Now it’s an abduction. We wouldn’t want you to stroll away again, hmm?”, Loki crooned and rolled his hips against yours, so his thigh rubbed against your core through the soaked fabric of your panties, summoning a half-suppressed moan from you at the sensation of the pleasure which rushed through your body like liquid fire at the contact.

“I wouldn’t have strolled away if you’d given me a reason to stay,” you panted, desperately rutting your hips against his thigh to gain more friction, knowing too damn well he wouldn’t grant you release that easily. No, it was payback time, and the devil’s grin on Loki’s lips was indication enough that he was planning to make you beg.

His hands splayed on the car’s hood on either side of your head, Loki leaned closer to you, but instead of continuing the greedy kisses you’d anticipated, the trickster angled his head and let his lips brush against the shell of your ear as his hips met yours once more in another deliciously slow motion, making your eyes fall shut with the feeling of his hot breath caressing the exposed skin at the side of your neck while he whispered, “I’m giving you a reason to stay.”

Strands of his raven hair tickled your cheeks, and you groaned softly as he planted a feverish kiss to the point of your thundering pulse, as feather-light as the touch of a moth’s wing and bruising at the same time.

“You intend to leave me chained to a car for the rest of the night so I won’t dance with others? Is that your plan?”, you challenged, though the intended sass was lost to your voice breaking with the strain of your want as you gyrated your hips against his, tugging at the magic still restraining your wrists above your head and render you helpless and at the trickster’s mercy, but they didn’t budge. “You’re right, Loki. That doesn’t seem jealous at all.”

“I’m merely giving you what you wanted” Loki breathed against the side of your neck. Loki’s body was pressed so tight against yours that you could feel the flex of his abs, the heat of his skin seeping through the green fabric of his dress shirt. When his tongue darted out to trace the column of your throat, claiming you, tasting you, you suppressed the moan which threatened to spill from the back of your throat.

“Making me jealous,” Loki cooed, pulling away slightly to watch you intently while he dragged the tip of his index finger along your cheek and down, following the side of your neck down to your collarbone. “Making me give in to your will.”

It cost some strength to snicker in response. “You’re pretty confident, darling. What if this wasn’t about you, for once? What if I just wanted a bit of fun?”

Loki’s eyes flashed dangerously, and it drove you crazy with the need for him throbbing in your dripping core. “If you actually wanted me to believe it wasn’t for my attention,” he drawled slowly, “then you did an exceedingly bad job acting like it.”

“What did you expect me to do? Crawl back to you and apologize for something that’s your fault?”

“How boring that would have been,” Loki purred, “You played me well, darling. I might even admit that I’m impressed.”

“How very generous of you,” you quipped, breathless, wishing nothing else than to have his lips on yours again, exploring every inch of your body. Starting with the aching spot at the apex of your thighs.

Loki’s voice darkened when he added, “But now it’s my turn to play, darling.”

His voice, darkened with lust, was like claws which gently raked over the curve of your spine, chasing the goosebumps his touches elicited on your skin.

Your witty retort died before it could leave your lips, devoured by the low moan tearing from you as Loki’s lips found the side of your neck again, and his hands strayed to the hem of your short dress, to hike up the fabric, his nails scraping over the sensitive skin of your thighs. You arched your hips into his touch in response, desperate for him to remove the panties. The thought of being in public, in the middle of a parking lot, was pushed back into a hazy corner of your mind for now.

“Do you think anybody else could make you feel as good as I can?”, Loki drawled, and his fingers danced over the damp lace of your fabric, followed by your reply of another incoherent moan.

“Use your words,” Loki commanded softly.

“Nobody,” you panted.

“Nobody what?”, he teased, his voice raw and dark, his lips barely grazing the skin above your collarbone as he spoke.

“Nobody else can make me feel as good as you can,” you forced the words out on a groan. If this was a game of control, you’d lost it already.

“It seems like you need a little reminder of who you belong to,” Loki drawled sweetly as he continued to trace the delicate lace of your panties, torturingly slowly, and you felt as if you might burst with the need for him to take you right against the hood of that damn car. You wanted nothing more than to grab him and pull him closer, but his magic’s grasp on your wrists was unrelenting.

You were too proud to beg, though – at least for now.

“You seem so sure that I’m yours” you breathed, imitating his dark purr as you gyrated your hips to meet his, “But if you were as sure as you make it sound, there would be no need for you to tie me up.”

“Then I’ll need make sure to ruin you for every other person in this realm,” Loki growled, and his teeth grazed the sensitive spot above your pulse, making your mind go momentarily blank with the sensation.

“How?” Your voice was breathless, urgent.

“I’ll make you beg.”

Another groan spilled from your lips as Loki’s hands tore away the panties, and the delicate lace ripped under his strong grip as if it were nothing but a piece of paper, discarded on the glittering asphalt.

“These were new,” you hissed, but the protest was half-hearted.

“I could always stop,” Loki whispered against the sweaty skin at the crook of your neck, trailing open-mouthed kisses over the curve of your shoulder, “You only need to tell me to let you go, and I will. Though we both know that’s the last thing you want right now.” He let his fingers explore the wetness of your folds, tracing up towards the sweet spot where you needed him most, and you blissful whine turned into one of frustration as he deliberately avoided the swollen bundle of nerves.

“And what do I want?”, you panted. “Because once more, you seem all talk and no action. Or did you simply tie me up so I wouldn’t walk away in the middle of your villainous little monologue?”

Loki’s dark chuckle filled your core with aching need, and he replied mischievously, “If you want me to give you what you need, be a good girl and beg for it.”

“Or what?”, you replied sweetly, and your voice broke into a drawn moan as he let his thumb finally, finally graze your aching clit, making you urgently snap your hips to meet his thumb, to gain some friction, and the raspy chuckle that tumbled from his throat at your obvious despair seemed to vibrate through your own body as his lips found the spot above your pulse again. Loki’s teeth sunk into the sensitive skin of your neck to leave his mark, visible for everyone who’d lay eyes on you in the next days, and you cried out – not in pain, but raw pleasure. You wanted his fingerprints burned onto your skin, his teeth marking every spot on your body, his scent of magic and herbs and leather to linger on your skin for everyone to know you were his, and he was yours.

“I don’t see how you’ll make me beg like this,” you teased breathlessly, relishing every ounce of pleasure the greedy movement of his fingertips over your clit bestowed on you as you kept rocking your hips in time with him, helping him expertly build your orgasm. Loki pulled away from your neck to watch you writhe and quiver beneath him, the cool metal of the car’s hood hard against your back, though you couldn’t care less right now. The first glowing waves of your climax made your spine tingle.

“Fuck, I’m – “, you began to moan, but the soft sound fused into a desperate whimper as Loki pulled his fingers away in a flourish, and his smirk turned even more wicked at your indignant glower.

“How does it feel,” he crowed innocently, “to be teased like this, darling?”

“You tell me,” you retorted, quickly catching yourself to not give him the reaction he was aiming for, trying your best to ignore the throbbing in your core as you added gleefully, “It was the first time I saw the God of Mischief himself speechless when I left you at the bar.”

Loki only grinned. “The way I see it, the scales have tipped in my favour rather quickly. How would you like it,” he rasped while slowly dragging his fingertips over your wet folds, careful to avoid the swollen nub of your clit, relishing how your breath caught in your throat at the motion, “if I just left you tied up here, all needy and wet for me, craving your relief?”

“Don’t you dare,” you hissed, or rather panted, earning another grin from the trickster.

“Either you’ll need to beg for me to continue…or I’ll leave.”

“You won’t.”

You both knew he would.

“Fine.” Loki pulled away from you, taking one step backwards, then another, his pace leisurely while he raised his hands in feigned defeat. “Maybe you’ll be cooled down a bit until it’s time to leave –“

“Wait,” you blurted through gritted teeth, and Loki froze mid-movement, waiting for you to continue.

“Wait what?”, he demanded, voice raw with his own arousal and lined with delight while a slow smile curved his lips. “I don’t like to be told what to do.”

You glared at him, before you breathed with defeat, “Please.”

“Use your lovely mouth, darling. I’ll need more than that.”

“Please stay.”

“And what would you like me to do if I did?” Loki purred, inching closer again, dragging his nails over the inside of your thigh to fuel your need even further; oil feeding those hungry flames only he knew how to incite in you. At this point, every nerve in your body felt like a live wire, the coil of need in your belly pulled as taut as a bowstring.

“Fuck me,” you whispered – pleaded. “I’m begging you. There. Happy now?”

“You have no idea,” he rasped, but the vicious smile curving his lips suggested he was, indeed, happy.

“No idea how beautiful you look, sprawled for me like this. Dripping wet for me.”

He didn’t wait another second, and you cried out with bliss as he grasped the side of your head with one hand, watching you as he slowly, torturingly slowly, slipped a digit inside you and added a second one, stretching you, and your head fell back onto the hard metal of the car’s hood beneath you while your eyes fluttered close, your moans were growing louder and louder as Loki started pumping his fingers inside of you, his gaze leaving trails of fire on your damp skin. As you forced your eyes open to gaze back at him, the blue of Loki’s irises was gone, swallowed nearly entirely by the darkness of his lust-blown pupils betraying how much he wanted you right now as he watched you fuck his fingers.

“What if anyone sees us?”, you asked meekly, but Loki only chuckled.

“You’ll have to tune down these lovely noises then. It’s on you, darling. Though for all I care…” His voice grew darker, as dark as the spark in his eyes, “You can be as loud as you like. That’s what you wanted after all, didn’t you? Let them know about us?”

“Such a needly little thing for me,” he crooned with delight as you rolled your hips in time with the thrusts of his fingers, your eyes fluttering close again as he hit the spot deep inside your walls, curling his fingers just right…

You were putty in his hands. A puppet dancing on his strings – and how good it felt to do so. You arched your back with the force of the pleasure, letting yourself dive into it, listening to the low drawl of Loki’s velvety, dark voice while he pumped his fingers in a pace so achingly slowly, teasing you with the movements, making your senses light up like sparklers at New Year’s Eve as you desperately chased your relief, a moan building at the back of your throat in time with the tension in your body as your climax rushed towards you again –

And this time, when Loki pulled his fingers out of you just before relief could finally drown you for good, you hissed, “What the fuck?!”

“Oooh. You should watch that filthy mouth of yours before Rogers hears you cursing like this.”

“Loki, I swear I’ll –“

“Do what, exactly, my darling?”, he teased, and the glee in his voice made you grit your teeth in frustration, jerking against the cuffs of magic. They still didn’t budge.

“I begged.”

“Not enough, obviously. I can be awfully petty.”

“I wouldn’t have noticed,” you deadpanned, but your voice was giving in as much as your legs had at this point.

Loki angled his head, his midnight curls glossy and beautiful in the orange glow of the city lights seeping into the night sky above as he hovered above you, his eyes wandering down to your kiss-swollen lips once more before they locked on yours. Your glare left him unimpressed.

“You’re getting your relief when I allow it,” he purred. “I bet you wish you hadn’t riled me up like this.”

“No way,” you replied innocently, “It was worth your expression when you realized I don’t need you to have fun.”

“Your current predicament begs to differ.”

“What about you, Loki? Does it leave you hot and bothered to have me soaked for you, craving you? I see that you’re just as desperate for me as I am for you. Do you want to know how I know?”, you drawled, and Loki raised one eyebrow, waiting for you to continue, and your eyes narrowed.

“I know,” you whispered, letting the arousal weigh heavy on your voice, watching how Loki’s chest heaved with his own laboured breathing, the glaze in his eyes, the feverish blush which had crept into his pale cheeks before you continued, “because if you didn’t need me as much as I needed you, you’d just have hooked up with another person in that club. We both know you could’ve swayed pretty much anybody in there within a second. But you didn’t. Because just as much as I belong to you – you belong to me as well, Loki.”

Something shifted in Loki’s darkened gaze, a switch being flipped by your words, the confession carefully woven into them, the question buried in these few sentences.

Loki didn’t need to reply. When he leaned down to capture your lips with his, the movement of his mouth as greedy and urgent as yours, his body pressing you further against the hood of the car, with his fingers buried in your hair at the back of your head and his soft moan spilling on your tongue, the magic which had tied your wrists finally loosened to set you free. Your hands shot up to finally tangle in his silky raven hair to summon another growl from him that made your knees give in for good, and you let yourself sink further against him, your grasp in his hair tightening. You knew how much he loved it when you raked your fingers through his hair.

“I want you, Loki.” It was a whisper, drowned by his ravenous kiss, a hidden confession to so much more than your need for him right now.

Green light engulfed the two of you for the second time this evening, and the cold, hard metal of the car’s hood against your back vanished, replaced by the smoothness of leather. Loki had teleported the two of you onto the backseat of a car. A car you definitely didn’t recognise.

“That’s not our car.”

“We’re borrowing it,” Loki breathed with a smirk, “Except you draw the line at theft, in which case you’ll have to stay patient until we’re home.”

“Theft is a red flag I can comfortably ignore. I’m not waiting a second longer,” you announced eagerly.

One hand on the leather seat beside your head to support his weight, the other working open the fly of his pants to free himself, Loki’s grin widened. “That’s my girl.”

His lips were on yours as he shifted and settled between your thighs, your legs locked around his waist as you impatiently rutted your hips against his, the sinful sounds that tumbled from his lips only spurring you on. You extended your hands to rip open the green dress shirt, but with a devious chuckle and a snap of his fingers, the magical cuffs were back, pulling your hands behind your back to render you at Loki’s mercy again.

“Don’t you think it’s a little pathetic how anxious you are to stay in control?” The tease in your tone was strained by your anticipation.

“Did you truly think I’d be done with you yet?”, Loki taunted, unfazed by your scowl. “Go on, act like you’re angry about being tied up, but we both know you love it.” He leaned closer, and you shivered with the sensation of his lips brushing against the shell of your ear when Loki added with a dark whisper, “Otherwise, you wouldn’t be as soaked for me as you are, darling.”

Traces of sparks erupted in the wake of Loki’s fingertips as he let his free hand travel up the outside of your thigh. Your reply was swallowed by a growl as he dragged his tip along your slick heat, continuing to tease you, grazing your clit until you arched your back with lust, but still denying you what you truly needed.

“Now be a good girl,” Loki rasped, “And let me hear you beg for me one more time. After hearing how nicely you could beg, I don’t think I’ll get enough of that.”

This time, every last ounce of belligerence had left you, every last dreg of self-restrained robbed with every teasing touch of Loki’s skilled hands and every rasped command.

“Please,” you begged, “Make me feel good.”

Your surprised gasp filled the air inside the car as Loki’s hands grabbed your rear and he flipped you, sitting up and pulling you with him onto his lap so you were straddling him, your hands still firmly tied at your back.

“Only because you begged for it so nicely,” he cooed with his rascal grin while he grabbed your butt to slightly lift you. You watched the muscles in his bare forearms flex with the movement, and the feeling as he slowly pulled you down onto him again, burying himself deep inside you, robbed the breath from your lungs and the strength remaining in your body, turning you utterly delirious with the feeling of his throbbing length sheathed inside you

You didn’t wait another second to start moving your hips languidly, watching how Loki’s eyes fluttered close with bliss, the way his long, dark lashes brushed against his sharp cheekbones, how his lips parted to let out the wanton moan he’d tried and failed to hold back before his head fell back against the headrest of the car seat as every roll of your hips drove him deeper inside of you. It drove you crazy not to be able to grab his hair, to let your hands wander over his chest in equal parts. The sight of Loki losing control, coupled with the thought of how jealous and possessive the trickster could be for you, to know how much it had riled him up to see you dance with others, only doubled the bliss of having him inside of you.

“You have no idea how hot you are when you’re possessive,” you drawled as you deliberately slowed your pace, soft waves of pleasure rolling through you with every languid thrust of your hips against his, the slickness of your arousal soaking the black fabric of his pants, relishing the sinful sound tearing from Loki’s throat.

“And you have no idea how hot you are when you’re begging for me,” Loki purred in reply, and his eyes fluttered open to reveal the devious gleam that told you it wouldn’t be the last time he’d made you beg.

The next rut of your hips was firmer, and you threw your head back with another growl – just as the car’s radio was brought to life with a spark of Loki’s magic as he lost control with the sensation of being buried inside of you. The tunes of a song floated through the car’s interior to tangle with the string of moans tumbling from your and Loki’s lips in unison with every thrust.

… And I'm so down if you're ready

I'm floating but I'm heavy …

You snickered as the meaning of the lyrics seeped through the haze of lust clouding your mind, and the sound morphed into a cry of pleasure as Loki’s grip on your butt tightened, his nails digging into your skin to leave a beautiful pattern of crescent-shaped imprints when he slightly lifted you, only to slam you down onto him again and bury himself deeper inside of you, hitting the spot deep in your velvet walls just right.

“You’re mine,” Loki groaned. “Tell me you’re mine.” It sounded like a plea, rather than a command, and you obliged without a second thought.

“I’m yours, Loki,” you whispered as another jolt of pleasure surged through you.  

…You're buried in the pillow, yeah, you're so loud the voice drawled from the radio speakers,

But I'm about to show you, baby, slow down

Slow down…

The side of your nose brushed against Loki’s as you leaned closer, and your lips brushed against his with the ghost of a kiss when you murmured, “I want you to leave bruises.”

Loki’s eyes found yours, a flicker of a question displayed in their darkened depths for the blink of a second to see if you’d truly meant it. You knew no matter how angry and possessive Loki felt, he’d never leave a single bruise on your skin without your consent, though his voice was coarse when he growled, “As you wish,” and you moaned when his grip on you tightened even further, your head falling against the crook of his shoulder to breathe him in as you felt your climax building with each thrust, pleasure glowing in every cell of your body until you thought it might consume you, burn you alive with bliss bolting through your body.

…Push a little further on the edge…

“Come for me,” Loki commanded with a soft rasp, and this time, you didn’t need to be told twice, gladly heeding his command as you let go, happy to succumb to this sweetest relief that robbed your breath and erased every other thought in your mind but Loki’s name, tasting sweet on the tip of your tongue.

…I'm burning up, yeah, all I see is red…

When Loki felt your body tremble and your walls clench around him with the force of your orgasm, his name floating through the car’s interior carried by your voice in a broken cry of pleasure, he allowed himself to chase his own relief alongside yours, slamming you down onto his cock one last time as he came undone, his grip on you tightening with the intensity of his climax. His groan seemed to vibrate through your own bones when he angled his head to brush his lips over the mark his teeth had left on the feverish skin of your neck when he’d kissed you earlier, and the sensation of his hot cum spilling inside of you was another sweet reminder that you were his; another beautiful reminder that you belonged to him.

It took a few heartbeats for your senses to return and the blur of pleasure to recede, leaving your body tingling with the afterglow of your climax, slumped against Loki as both of you waited for your ragged breathing to calm. The next song playing on the radio accompanied the thundering sound of your pulse in your ears as it slowed.

“We should join the others inside,” you breathed, and the magic’s grip on your wrists vanished to set you free.

“Probably.”

You pulled away from him, already missing him – the feeling of him pressed as close to you as it was possible, his breath against your skin – and realization sunk in with a painful sting that you still hadn’t resolved the matter of your fight.

You couldn’t walk in there, having done what you’d just done with Loki, and still none the wiser as to what you meant to him.

“What are we?”, you whispered softly, against your better judgement screaming at you to stay silent. With the craze of lust gone from your system, the numbing disappointment crept back in, accompanied by the anger and the feeling of heartbreak the fight with Loki had left you with. “Will it always stay like this? Me, wondering what we are and if you’ll ever be ready to give me a real answer, wondering if I’m somehow not enough for you? I don’t think I’ll ever have the strength to walk away from you, no matter how you play with my heart. And I’m hating myself for being bound to you like this, for allowing it. More than I could ever hate you for your silence.”

There, you’d said it, had given voice to the things you’d buried so deep in your heart to hide them from him. The anxious beating of your heart against your ribs was the only sound filling your ears – and still, it wasn’t loud enough to drown out the sudden silence.

Loki’s gaze softened at your words. Gone was the edge, and the oceans of his eyes were calm, as if the storm had never happened, when he held your gaze. His hand gently brushed away a stray strand of your hair which had fallen into your face.

“I love you, Y/N.” His voice was calm and quiet, and your heart clenched in your chest with newfound hope upon hearing these words you’d so desperately wished to hear from him.

“If you really love me, why did you never tell me before?”, you inquired. Doubt was creeping into your heart, and there was no way to stop it. “Why are you so intent on keeping me at an arm’s length, keeping this thing between us a secret? If you love someone, you want to shout it from the rooftops. Not hide it.”

Loki swallowed, obviously trying hard to find the right words, and you kept quiet, giving him all the time he needed while simultaneously dreading his next words.

“You don’t believe me.”

“I want to believe you. But I need more than a few words for it, Loki. As beautiful as they are…they’re not enough.”

A few seconds passed, turning into minutes, and the silence descended on the two of you once more, settling on your heart like a coat of lead.

Seconds passed, stretching into minutes. When Loki still didn’t reply, you muttered, “I think I need another drink,” and shuffled to climb off his lap, extending your hand to reach for the car door’s handle and leave, but Loki was faster, his fingers gently closing around your wrist to stop you.

“Wait. Please.”

The cockiness was gone from his voice, as was the rasp of his arousal. He suddenly reminded you of the scared little boy you’d imagined when he told you about hiding away from Thor and his friends whenever they chased him for another prank, and your expression softened while you let your hand sink. Loki’s gasp on you, though, didn’t loosen.

“If I tell you that I love you, allow for us to be a real couple instead of hiding our relationship…there’s more I can lose.” He swallowed. “It was never my intention to play with you. I only ever wanted to protect myself, and I’m sorry I did it at the cost of your own happiness. Will you be able to forgive me?”

Your head snapped up, eyes widening as his words filled the small space of the car’s interior, building a bridge over the rift the fight earlier had torn open between the two of you.

“Why do you think you’ll lose me?”, you whispered.

“Because losing the people I love seems to be inherent in my nature, probably owed to the fact that I either betray them, or accidentally kill them.” There was no trace of the usual amusement when he spoke the words. Only sorrow.

Loki’s breath was trembling as he inhaled, and you noticed that tears were glazing over his eyes as he held your gaze with a steadiness that avoided his voice.

“Will you betray me?”, you asked quietly, and the grief in his gaze was overpowered by the gleam of fierceness as he slowly shook his head.

“Never. I promise.”

“Then the risk of getting accidentally killed is one I’m willing to take if it means to be with you.”

Instead of an answer, green light flashed for a third time, and you stumbled against the side of the car you’d just occupied, until Loki’s hands snaked around your waist to settle on your spine, and when he kissed you, the urge and greed were gone, the previous possessiveness softened to gentleness, and you hummed happily.

“I want to be with you, Loki,” you murmured, “And I think I can live with hiding away if it soothes your fear, now that I know the reason for it.”

There was no devilish gleam in his eyes, no mischief in his smile when he pulled away to look at you, astonishment written all over his lovely features.

“I trust you,” you added softly, your words accompanied by the sting of your own tears which threatened to spill from the corners of your eyes.

Loki’s smile was radiant, as if the sun had risen over the darkened city, warming you from the inside, and you couldn’t help but reciprocate it.

Never leaving you out of his eyes, Loki extended his hand towards you, palm up, and said, “No. We’ve been tiptoeing around enough. It’s time to shout it from the rooftops how much I love you. Let’s go back inside and show the world how a proper kiss looks like, my love.”

Nothing you’d ever felt in your life could have compared to the happiness surging through your heart as you placed your hand in Loki’s – for the first time without having to worry if somebody would see it.

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gold rush (bill weasley) part 1

pairing: bill weasley x reader

summary: “everybody wonders what it would be like to love you.” bill weasley is a golden boy, but i don’t like a gold rush. (based on the song “gold rush” by taylor swift)

wc: 3.1k

warnings: none, someone walking in on someone else but nothing dirty, swearing

a/n: hello! so i didn’t mean for this to be so long lol but anyway, there will be more. once again, a song has inspired me to write. i feel like gold rush totally describes bill and so i tried to run with that. as always, i would love comments/feedback. also if you like it please reblog/follow! i want to start taking requests!

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what a cliche it would be to be hopelessly in love with bill weasley. the charming gryffindor was the poster child of his house, his year, and his family. don't get it twisted, it wasn't that he didn't deserve all the praise; he was kind to younger students, witty in his classes, and bloody brilliant in your shared defense against the dark arts class. you just found it a little funny that everyone he met instantly fell in love with him. how could you take someone like that seriously?

"so you really don't think he's cute?" your friend, rose, asked you as you entered the great hall, the smell of fresh bread and pumpkin juice temporarily distracting you.

"no, that's actually not what i said. he's quite fit, it's just think people make too much of a big deal about it. sometimes i think you'll wet yourself when he looks at you in the corridor." you threw yourself down at your table and started reaching for the pile of sandwiches in the middle of the table. if you two wanted to make it to the beginning of the gryffindor vs ravenclaw game, this would have to be a quick lunch.

"well it's not everyday you see an arse like that in the corridor!" rose says. taken aback by her forward statement, you shove her shoulder, "gross, rose." after a few more minutes of conversation and inappropriate comments from rose, you down the last of your juice and pull your companion off the bench and toward the door.

you could hear cheers long before you were close to the game. after finding a spot with your house, you saw madam hooch release the snitch and the players shoot up to start following the quaffel. a flash of red hair passes in front of the stands as another weasley, charlie, flies at lightning speed.

The game was action packed, but not short. your cold muscles ached a bit as you moved them to walk into your dorm and sit on your bed. as if reading your mind, your roommates crowd into the bathroom to start the showers. you groan, knowing that at this rate, it'll be an hour before you can warm yourself with hot water. then a thought crosses your mind. the prefect bathrooms. your sister had been a prefect years before and had told you where they were, something you were silently thanking her for now. you gathered your towel and robe and slipped out of the room before anyone could ask where you were going.

The prefect bathroom was large and dimly lit, something that made it seem even colder when you walked in. on the far wall there was a myriad of knobs, all leading into a large bath that looked like it could hold your entire upper level herbology class. throwing down your stuff on a nearby bench, you rush to turn all the knobs you can, as blue, and green, and sparkling gold liquids splash into the basin along with steaming water. you slid out of your cold clothes and into the tub, hissing at the difference in temperature between your skin and the water. the water was heavenly and you sunk in until your shoulders were under the water, pulling your hair up from the nape of your neck so not to wet it. the room had filled with the scent of lavender and honeysuckle, and you closed your eyes to take it in.

suddenly there was a creak that you immediately recognized as the door opening. 'fuck, fuck, fuck,' you thought. you could chance jumping out and hoping the person didn't see you naked or you could wait to get caught. you decided that your clothes were too far, and started frantically ushering as many bubbles to you as possible, trying to cover your body. you turn your back to the entrance just as you see the shadow of someone begin to round the corner.

"oh, shit, i'm sorry i didn't realize someone was in here." you wanted to curl up into a human ball of embarrassment. not only did the voice belong to a boy, but you knew exactly which boy it belonged to, and it rhymed with will beasley. unsure of how to respond, you just let out a nervous laugh, not wanting to let your voice give you away as someone who was definitely not a prefect.

"okay, well... i'll just come back later." you waited until you could no longer hear footsteps to climb out of the tub. once dry and wrapped in your fluffy robe, you reentered the hallway, but only after sticking your head out to make sure bill wasn't waiting by the door. as you walked back to your dorm, you could only begin to imagine all the teasing rose would give you when she found out he had seen you in the bath. luckily, by the time you cocooned yourself in your comforter, she was already asleep. you would have to tell her in the morning, or maybe you wouldn't.

**

by breakfast the three days later, the bath incident had left your mind. after the first 24 hours, you felt sure bill hadn't suspected anything, and even if he did, there was no way he could tell who the student in the bath was. you had to pause with the spoon of porridge halfway between your bowl and your mouth, because rose's impression of flitwick had made you burst into laughter. an owl fluttered down in front of you, dropping an envelope with your mother's handwriting on the front. you ripped it open and began to read.

"Dear y/n,

Hello love, I hope you're doing well with all of your classes this term. I'm writing to tell you that we'll be spending part of the Easter holiday with one of my friends and her family. Her name is Molly and she has two sons at hogwarts. Be sure to say hello to them, Molly says they're nice boys. The three of you can leave school together to travel home for break. I miss you dearly and can't wait to hear about your term in person.

love always,

mum"

rose put her chin on my shoulder to read the letter. "i didn't know your mum was friends with the weasley's," she giggled, obviously thinking about bill. "yeah, well that makes two of us." to be honest, you never really realized your mum had close friends. there was no reason for her not to, it had just never occurred to you that your parents were people outside of being your parents.

"actually, it makes four of us," you whipped around to see bill and charlie, a letter you assumed was similar to yours grasped in bill's hand. "my mum wrote they met here as kids and ran into each other a few weeks ago in diagon alley." his easy smile was attractive and his hair fell effortlessly into place, with one soft strand too short to be pushed behind his ear. it looked almost like someone had written it in, it was so perfectly placed.

"wicked," escaped rose's lips as a strained whisper. you elbowed her, praying that she would come to her senses and start acting like a real person.

"listen, i got to run to practice, but let's meet in the main entrance tomorrow morning, yeah? 10am?" charlie butt in, reaching around his brother to grab a banana off your table and without waiting for even a nod, turned to catch up with the rest of his team at the other end of hall.

"sorry about him, he's..." bill was suddenly looking down at you with a slightly funny expression, a small grin on his face.

"preoccupied?" you finish his sentence, marking the first words you've said since he approached you.

"yeah," then, he leans down close enough that only you can hear him when he says, "next time you go for a soak, i suggest trying the orange blossom bubbles," maintaining eye contact with you the whole time.

taken aback, you feel yourself get blush and lean back, your brow furrowed, "what? how did you-"

"i didn't realize you were so interested in astronomy, y/n," he says a little louder, standing back to his tall figure and casually tapping the back of his neck.

you mimic his motion and remember the small tattoo of a moon that sat at where your neck met your shoulders. you close your eyes and cover them with one hand. maybe if you shut your eyes hard enough and clicked your heals he would disappear. or even better, you would. "i'll see you tomorrow," he sent another cheeky smile and turned to walk away, hands in his pocket, laughing quietly to himself.

"um... what the fuck," rose spoke, making you realize you were still watching his back. "what was that about? how does he know about your tattoo?"

"he might've walked in on my while i was bathing a few days ago," you said, bracing yourself for the inevitable.

"WHAT?!" it was even louder than you expected. honestly, you loved rose but bringing attention to herself, and by proxy, you, was something she had a knack for, but not in an endearing way.

"would you calm down please? everyone was taking too long in the showers so i went to the prefects' bathroom and he came in. he only saw my back so i didn't think he knew who it was, but i forgot to account for moony back there," you rolled your eyes, how could you forget about something that you had chosen to put on your body forever?

"merlin, that's so not fair, do you know what i would give to be seen naked by bill weasley?" once again, you were slightly horrified by a comment made by your best friend. this is what you didn't understand about everyone's fascination surrounding bill. even as he walked away, you had noticed a handful of other students following him with their eyes. it was a fact that bill was attractive, beautiful even, but the way people would do anything for his attention freaked you out. being treated like that had to go to someone's head eventually.

"okay, that's enough of that. i'm just glad he didn't give me detention or something," you went back to your breakfast, although you were no longer very hungry.

**

the journey to the weasley's cottage by the sea was uneventful. in the morning, you boarded the hogwarts express with charlie and bill. you didn't speak much, but read a book in your shared compartment while charlie talked to bill non-stop about the latest quidditch techniques. "and i've been reading about dragons, and how they fly, and i think it would be really cool to try some of their flying patterns on a broom. it would be really hard and i'd have to make a few adjustments, because obviously i'm not a huge majestic creature, but if it worked, it'd be brilliant!" you looked up to see charlie on the edge of his seat, trying to mark some of the flying patterns, and looking intently at bill, as if waiting for him to be just as excited. "that sounds great, charlie, really. how did you start on about dragons?" bill quickly caught your eye and tried to share some of the amusement his brother brought him. "hagrid gave me a book, they're really something, bill."

your party gets off at king's cross, and you followed the older boy through the station, until he stops in front of a women's toilet. "uh, i think the men's is over there," you said pointing behind you. charlie laughed. "hah," bill faked a monotone laugh, "there's a portkey inside that will take us to shell cottage. dad said it was a," he looked down at a paper in his hand, "toilet brush. lovely. right, we have three minutes until it leaves. ladies first." he gestured and you entered the room. it was somewhat cramped with the three of you and your trunks, but in the corner was a white, and thankfully clean looking, toilet brush. you grabbed it and held it out for the others to hold on too. after about 10 seconds of waiting, you felt your body being pulled up and then like you had just jumped off a high diving board at a pool. falling, but strangely still feeling like you were upright. before long, your feet hit solid ground again, well somewhat solid ground. the sand made your landing shaky, as it moved under your weight. you looked up and saw a cozy house with warm light glowing from the windows.

after lots of introductions and even more hugs, you finally settled yourself in to a guest room. the view was beautiful. the sun was just starting to set over the sea, the orange hues reflecting off the vast water. putting away the last of your things, you walked down the stairs and announced to your mum and molly that you would be going on a walk. they nodded and made you promise to be back for dinner before returning to their conversation. as soon as you got to the beach, you slipped off your shoes and feel the cool sand swallow each of your toes. it was crisp, but not too cold. you walk for a bit and then sit down on a dune, just taking in the picture the world had created for you.

you see a figure walking toward you and, as it gets closer, you notice it's bill. "mind if i join you?" he asked.

"of course not," you watched him as he sat. "it's beautiful here, your family has a really lovely house."

"thanks, mum has a talent for making any place feel like home." he looked out at the water, but for some reason you kept looking at his face, trying to find details. bill felt your gaze and his eyes met yours. normally, you would've looked away, but a new confidence allowed me to hold his eye contact. "so, tell me more about your tattoo." you chuckled, you should've known it would come up at some point or another.

"i got it with rose on holiday using fake muggle IDs," you explained.

"any special meaning behind it?" he asked, his eyes were now flickering from yours to your neck.

"nope, just liked the art," it was true, you knew you wanted to get a tattoo but didn't want something that held too much weight, so you got something that was simply beautiful.

"that's cool," he said, reaching to touch it with his index finger, "did it hurt?" you shivered at the contact and he pulled away, "sorry."

"no, that's okay," you said turning slightly away from him so he could see it better and indicating that he could touch it. he went back to tracing it with his finger, leaning in to get a closer look. "it didn't hurt as much as i thought it would. but now that you've seen it, it's only fair that you tell me if you have any secret tattoos."

you heard him laugh, "obviously, i've just got the gryffindor lion across my chest, nothing crazy," he joked. you smiled and turned back to him.

"seems very fitting for you."

"oh yeah?"

"charismatic prefect, brave older brother, top of our DADA class? if you were any more gryffindor-y you'd be called godrick," you poked fun at him and leaned back to lay down.

"merlin, you make me sound unbearable."

"well–" you start to trail off only to feel a foot hit your knee, just hard enough to show playful anger. "alright, alright, kidding!"

"do you know what you want to do after school?" he asked, also lowering himself to the ground, but staying propped up on one elbow, his body turned to you.

"not exactly, i really like herbology and history of magic, so maybe find a job where i can study how wizards lived in the past? like how they used plants and stuff" it was something you had thought a lot about, but hadn't really found an answer that fit well.

"you'd be great at that." you shot him a skeptical look. "what? it's not hard to notice you're brilliant in herbology. sprout has you practically teaching half the lessons." you felt a blush spread across your cheeks, and felt thankful that the sunlight was starting to dim. you hadn't even realized you two shared that class, you were always more occupied in the nearest plant.

"what about you?"

"something to do with defense against the dark arts, mcgonagall told me about a career in curse breaking that sounds good. i think it'd allow me to travel, which is a plus."

"that sounds amazing," you say, your mind whisking you away to all the places you wanted to see.

"you can come and visit me, wherever i am." bill chuckled, letting another heart-breaker grin fall into place on his lips.

"and what makes you think we'll keep in touch after we leave hogwarts?" the tone turning back to a lighter banter. you push yourself up onto your elbows

"well, for one thing, our mums. but i also just have a feeling." you're betrayed by your cheeks heating up again. you look into his eyes and find sincerity. they're a deep blue, almost like they've been taken from the nearby water. once again you're reminded of his handsomeness, but this time it's a little different. maybe it's because you've talked more and he's shown you the things he's taken time to notice in you. but his beauty feels warmer. like it was only for you, like it could engulf you. you can see he's started to move closer, and you start to mirror his actions. your eyes move from his to his lips and the light stubble that runs along his jaw, and back again to his eyes. "can i...?" you close your eyes and start to nod, anticipating the feeling of his lips on yours, until, "kids! dinner!" and just like that, the moment is ruined. the two of you open your eyes and put space between yourselves. you clear your throat and stand up, brushing sand off of your legs.

"we should get back," you say.

"uh, yeah, totally." he says, also standing and following you back to the house.

on the walk back, you make sure to stay a few steps ahead of bill to allow yourself some time to think. what had just happened? did you like bill? surely it was just a weird moment following a minor existential crisis about the future right? you should just forget about it and try to focus on spending time with you family the rest of the trip.

[matchamorphosis]

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 || makeovers and movies are always so fun! especially when you’re experimenting with your daddy on not just eye shadow pallets and lip-glosses but sex positions to.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 || fluffy filth

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 || daddy!ari levinson × little![black//woc]fem!reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 || 5.8K

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 || 18+ nsfw, ddlg lifestyle, daddy kink, butt plug mention, sixty-nine, spanking, teasing, nicknames: angel cake, angel, face fucking, eating out, lots of make up talk, tiny bit of size kink, degradation and praise. NO MINORS — 18+ INTERACTION ONLY

𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 || brain soup by nasty cherry . 34 + 35 by ariana grande ♡♡♡

𝐰. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 || this is porn, kinda sorry kinda not. again i miss my daddy!ari nonnie so i’m using all his pet names for me in this because I fucking can! I hope you cherubs enjoy this and happy new year! ♡

↬ p.s || you have absolutely no permission do not repost//republish, translate or plagiarize my work on any other fanfic platform such as: wattpad, ao3, tumblr, etc or plagiarize my work all together. do so and i will rip your spine from your scumy asshole and shove it down your talentless throat. ♡♡♡  

the pink fairy lights strung high in your room cast a rosy light.

illuminating your concentrated stance as you straddle comfortably on Ari's chest, him beginning to wonder how he got himself into this predicament—

this predicament of being a blank canvas for you to inflict and grace his face with the strokes of your feather like make up brushes and being drenched in the cakiness of concealers.

at this point he doesn’t give a damn, you’re almost done anyways.

at least that’s what you're assuring him for the tenth time now as you were now focusing on his eyes. he wonder what you're seeing since all he can see is pink from the lights strung above, you think the blush color contrasts magically against his fair skin and caramel locks however you don’t have time to admire the man underneath you.

instead you were working on your almost complete masterpiece.

the masterpiece being the man beneath you, your legs draped by his sides as you sit on his wide muscular chest. the sensation of your free hand stroking his bearded cheek as the thin make up brush finishes stroking concealer under his eyes.

given the opportunity to lay on his back and marvel at you’re working hands, the way your to the peaks out in between your lips when your deep in your focus.

the sparkle of sheer focus in your hues all while enjoying you body pressed warmly against his, admiring the artistic angel straddled on his chest. although of course he doesn’t know that his sightseeing and driving wonderment has him unknowingly moving his head to get a better sight of your lips.

those cupid bows singing along to the girly pop group blasting from the dvd boombox on the other side of the room. although they stop and frown suddenly.

“Daddy stop moving!” your soft whine causes the large older man you’re sitting on to keep his head still as you settle the brush you used under his eyes aside.

grabbing another from the newly opened box that’s lying open on his bicep, beginning to work again on his eyelids.

“but Daddy loves seeing his princess work,” a childish pout stood stark on his face after he playfully spoke those words.

smiling at the seemingly reversed roles you coo down at him as, pressing a kiss to the corner of your daddy’s lips which only deepen his pout.

“just a little bit longer Daddy. I still need to blend them all together and then put the glitter,” your voice perks at the mention of glitter which has the older man slumping into the pink, slightly rumpled plush comforter beneath him.

Ari knows you like using glitter, no— you love using the damn thing.

although it did make his heart race and chest fill in contentment when he either helped you sprinkle it on a card, tidy it up from your stuffies fur, or bought you anything that had the glittery sparkles intacted in or on the gift.

acknowledged him of so and thank him with a kiss— god he’s in dire need of a kiss right now.

“who bought you all the pretty make up princess?” Ari asks and he can feel your bashful smile at the question.

those baby lotioned thighs he loves to kiss and bite rub at his sides, leading to his hands that were once hooked at your bare waist to wander past your plump hips.

“you did Daddy,” words almost broken when Ari grips your ass through your floral skirt. 

a smirk playing on his lips while a sheepish grin conjures gracefully on yours when his fingers delicately curl into your peach flesh.

the skirt breaking the sexual discomfort but Ari isn’t going to not continue to kneed the material of your skirt covered ass in his large hands. needing to at least hold his angel when you gently shut his eyelids, his thumb tracing the shimmery threaded peonies and carnations engraved in the designer cloth.

you always had to have complete sets of anything he’d gift you, from art supplies to lingerie to sanrio videogames to anything that pristine and at times obnoxious standard went along with.

always spending you afternoons spending daddy’s credit and the ones he got you on whatever you wanted. I mean they were for you so what’s the problem with you spending his money on what you wanted?

it was no grand surprise that you’re a shopaholic or what Ari likes to call at times when he finds out you spent way past your limit— spoiled brat, Ari knows through and through but of course you couldn’t help it.

you had to have all the shiny lip-glosses in that collection you’ve been eyeing. the shimmery highlighters that corresponded with the glowing bronzers. the flaunting blushes that complimented well with the stark contrast of brow pencils—

whatever you wanted you added to you cart and checked it out with your special golden cards; which explains why Daddy’s body is surrounded and drowning with the gifted cosmetic products that just arrived today.

“that’s right angel. now what do you say and do when Daddy buys you something?” your core slowly rubs against his chest, hoping that he wouldn’t notice the little whimper that drawled through your lips.

Ari swears if he didn’t promise you he would let you do whatever you wanted he would flip you underneath him. without a second thought but the question has more than just two answers but you’re to invested in the task at hand to unbuckle your Daddy’s belt and suck him off.

so you’ll go with the less time wasting options left, even though the wetness in your panties crotch is growing a little to soaked for your comfort.

“thank you Daddy,” you hum and with the sudden weight of your hands at his shoulders as you balanced your body he knows you’re leaning down to press a kiss to his needy mouth.

and he’s right as you tenderly mold your tasty strawberry glossed lips against his, but before he can bite your soft bottom lip. to open your mouth for his tongue and dominate the kiss, you’re pulling away before he can do so.

Ari’s lips lingering cold with the lost contacts of yours but replaced them with your remaining hand. palm soothingly rubbing his chin as your acrylics scratch the fine hairs of his bearded jaw.

“good girl,” normally the praise would have you grinding your panty clad cunt against him but he can practically feel your face heat up.

still not being being abled and allowed to see, the soft contented smile on your face being to distracted with his eye make up. placing each color eye shadow to the specific area of eyelid although Ari’s still eager to see the surprised expression of your figure sprawled helplessly beneath his large frame.

that vixen smile that drives him crazy would disappear as he would tease the pink heart jeweled butt plug snuggled tightly in your tiny hole. slipping his thumb between your glossy lips, make you suck his thumb as he’d unravel his belt to free his hard cock-

Ari stopped himself from the daydream because he shouldn’t be thinking of this now.

not when he’s in the middle of what you really wanted to do that he agreed and promised to. his princess wanted to do some special time today, begged him of so for days and when finally finds some free time on his busy schedule.

that not only tired him out but you to, he now wants to be an ass by cutting this special time short to fuck?

right now he should be supportive to your artistic needs and allow you to complete whatever you want and not get his cock hard. as much as he wants to pull off that skirt and stuff his face into the cleavage your crop top displayed— he needs to be your still portrait.

shaking himself from that erotic thought he needs to keep still before he disappoints you again. although the corners of the small, large, thin, and wide floral smelling boxes of products poke obnoxiously at his body.

of course Ari wasn’t joking when he said he was surrounded in them because both your figures are besieged in the luxury products he decided on gifting you. the products seemed like a good way to be your early New Year’s Eve gift when he saw them all on your amazon cart.

even if they were ridiculously overpriced he knew what you wanted and didn’t want to go through the brat first that would be in store for him if you didn’t get what you wanted.

all the gifts and tricks to satisfy your sweet tooth for luxury— and you did deserve luxury, always.

you deserved all the refined pretty things your heart desires because as a refined pretty thing such as yourself it was very much a requirement. complete second nature to spoil and shower you— his angel cake in these divine things.

the small make up brush in your grasp is blending the creamy colored shades of what he believed was almond truffle, cotton candy and cashew chew-?

Ari doesn’t really know or care, he’s just nodding his head as you talk to him about what you’re doing— but goddamn did the make up powdered on the brushes smell like chocolate.

“the make up smells good, Angel Cake,” he grinned, the soft feather like brushes tickled when they were stroked against against his eyelids and you giggle along with his comment.

“it’s the chocolate bon bons pallet from Two Faced you were laughing at me about. told me if someone could eat it after they applied it,” you playfully snapped, but Ari isn’t sure if it’s playful or if you’re getting in one of your bratty moods.

allowing him to open his eyes as you applied a bit of the color sprinkles to the crease and outer corner of his eyesight.

“well can you princess?” his playful question needing an answer and your body shakes with laughter at the ridiculousness, your head shaking with a wide grin on your face that matches Ari’s. 

“no Daddy you can’t eat the make up! that’s silly!” you giggle and it’s like a symphony to his ears, an enchanting celesta chime straight from a music box that makes his heart twirl like the tiny dancing ballerina.

“then I guess Daddy’ll have to dig into these bon bons,” that comment results in his hands paying their attention back on your bum. rough fingers kneading and roughly massaging your ass causing you to grasp his shoulders, squirming on his chest.

“or how about these bon bons, Angel Cake?” Ari said as both his hands abandon your ass to clutch your full tits but before you can slip his fingers to undo your skirt. not to mention the ghastly thin crop top to rub your nipples, he hears the stern voice of his conscious to quite it.

like a snap he does— covering up his sexually intended actions to suddenly tickle your soft belly.

causing the lust that sparked in your eyes to swipe away with glee as they scrunched in your laughing session. hands going to push away Ari’s restless fingers teasingly graze the visible strip of your belly and sensitive sides.

“Daddy stop! stop Daddy!” your wild giggles and untamed laughter only encouraging his fingers until he thought he tortured you enough when he noticed your breathing stammer and pants breaking.

“Daddy stopped! Daddy surrenders! you can finish Daddy’s make up and I won’t lay a finger on you,” ari smiles, his hands up above us head in surrender.

the action made you smile, “Daddy you can still touch me just don’t interrupt or move,” and he nodded in agreement.

letting you get right back to work and as much as he was surprised to find that you were finally done.

however that didn’t mean it was easy and quick after you curled and glued the falsies just above his natural lashes but he did occupy the time with squeezing your ass in rough handfuls. making you let out little gasps when his fingertips slip under the hem purposefully but not planning on doing anything.

feeling the smooth skin of your ass and if he wanted to— he’d glide his hand over the plumpness of your cheeks to find the glittery heart jewel between your sweet bon bons. 

yet Ari still persisted to not distract you, although he couldn’t help but feel kind of offended as you apply the false lashes. you always compliment him on the daily about his natural lashes being so long he thought you didn’t need to put those on his eyes.

on the other hand Ari didn’t let a word out of his mouth arguing about it. the girl band blasting is now a buzzing background sound since all he can focus on is you humming and softly singing along. the soft nature of your hands caressing his face to stay in place.

“open your eyes Daddy!” you radiated excitement and with that comment Ari opened them.

setting sight of your crooked smile keeping in a giggle. the slight weight of the false lashes on his lids makes the skin above them itch and it takes all the strength of his willpower to not rub them because then it’ll smudge the eyeshadow you spent half an hour applying.

those same eyes latch on the pallet in your other hand, then his hands that were once massaging your ass detach to take the make up packet that resembled a large shiny chocolate bar from you but you pull it away with a grin. 

“nah ah Daddy! I don’t want you to see yet! let me put you some gloss and do your hair then you can see,” Ari kept the frown to himself, but he still allowed you to prep his lips.

a simple balm to moisten his lips, colored lip pencil to outline them, then a light pigment to start as a base to the darker one atop of it. finishing it off with a shimmery Fenty gloss you tell him to press his lips together and then you marvel at the perfect lip then giggle that it’s on your daddy.

then finally was his hair, oh how you wanted to so much with his hair. those thick caramel locks, you had to do something spectacular.

maybe you could crank out the curling iron and curl those waves into a half up and half down do or you could get your thin comb and brush through any knots to make pig tail braids or you could just do a simple high ponytail... 

the possibilities were absolutely endless and so was the vast deepness of your hair care accessories box. filled to the brink with rainbow butterfly barrettes, pearl bonnets, velvet felted scrunches, pastel polka dot hair clips, shimmery metallic bobby pins, neutral colored headbands and loads upon loads of hair ties arranging from every color and shade.

you went and planned the style as you brushed through his mane, applying a leaving conditioner on your hands the smell of cake struck his nostrils from the scented hair toner to smoothen his hair as you pulled chunks, tying them out of your way with a few pink monochromatic spiral scrunchies.

working your way from glossing his lock behind his ear with your hair oil and apologizing with a few giggles when he winces as you accidently pull at his hair. before clipping a bobby pin behind it then finally your daddy was able to see himself as your masterpiece. 

the finished product

it has you giggling and falling back onto the bed to burst into a fit of laughter causing the older man to sit there. glaring down at you through his falsies and to purse his pink glossy lips in a grimace.

“are you going to show Daddy how pretty you made him or are you going to laugh?” he sternly but gently questions, you apologize with a smile before getting up and retrieving your heart shaped hand mirror and hand it to Ari.

anticipating what his reaction is going to be and the look he’s gonna make, you were ecstatic to hear his thoughts— and oh is Ari speechless as he inhaled a quick breath and choked on it.

he hardly even recognize himself when he angled the mirror towards the blues of his eyes and seeing the cream colors bronzed of his eyelids. not to mention the hairstyle that looks absolutely ridiculous on him, the more he looked at his skin the more he realized n of itchy reds and pinks on his cheeks and eyelids.

it all would look rather radiant on you but the words that stutter out of his glossy lips aren’t forming or joining together coherently.

the confusing reaction makes your smile falter into a confused frown. “do you not like it Daddy? you look so pretty!” you insisted and Ari pulls on a sincere smile, you‘re incredibly talented in not only your studies and hobbies but also in the make up department.

I look like the drag queens we watch on the weekends— Ari wants to say jokingly but he knows make up isn’t the best thing he’d enjoy to put on his face besides participating in your skin care routines.

“I love it Angel Cake, you made Daddy look so pretty! but not as pretty as you.” his comment, filled with nothing but charisma and contentment makes you burst into giggles while putting your face in your hands. joy filling your chest on how much your Daddy enjoyed your work.

“do you mind Daddy taking it off now Angel? it itches a bit,” the comment makes you stop giggling and your posture to still in realization.

completely aware to the fact now that maybe some of the products you used on Daddy might have some of the ingrediants he’s allergic to. you’re daddy was very strong and incredibly resilient but he wasn’t entirely tough when it came to his skin.

it was severally sensitive and as careless as he is at times you were so protective of it because there were cases when his skin would be irritated to a painful extent and the make up at this moment isn’t helping. 

without even answering you quickly grab his hand to pull him off of the bed. rushing to take him to the bathroom connected to the room he knew the much needed scratches were connected somehow. 

getting straight to removing the falsies and accessories from his hair but only after Ari took in his image and roared with laughter when seeing his image in anything besides the tiny heart mirror. 

as much as he could laugh at himself all day you insisted to start wiping the make up off first with the cleansing wipes you pulled out swiftly from the faucet drawers. along with other make up removal products you assured would not make the itching worse.

“you did nothing wrong sweetheart, nothing wrong.” but you ignored him and continued to clean his skin with the removal wipe.

you were not planning on ruining Ari’s already sensitive skin. you can not ignore the scratching and just like you knew he’s scratching his beard and neck.

“i’m so sorry Daddy, I should have known better I was just really excited. does it hurt a lot or is it just the itchy itches?”

cursing at yourself for not knowing better however Ari doesn’t let you beat yourself up for it, tracing your hair with his fingers and holding your chin with the clasp of his fingers. purposely positioned for you to look at his calming blues—

“it doesn’t hurt little one, don’t you worry. Daddy handles lots of gruesome things for a living, I can handle a few itchy itches.” pressing a reassuring kiss to your temple, leaving a bright pink gloss stain that makes you smile.

immediately starting to get that eyeshadow you secretly hated off. running some warm water and getting out his gentle cleansers and moisturizers when a large portion of the glitter and shades made a blurry rainbow against the white porcelain of the sink bowl. 

with the passing minutes gone and half a package of make up removal wipes away Ari is encased in bubbly warm water splashing onto his face. gently scrubbing away until everything is off and the dewiness of his skin returns. bouncing off the bright bathroom lights yet the skin of his eyelids and cheekbones were still slightly red from the irritation. 

settling back on your bed you start applying a soothing ointment on your palms and fingers to ease the puffy redness. rubbing the light soothing cream on his cheeks and eyelids you finish the caressed motions with a small kiss to his lips.

“i’m still really sorry Daddy,” you frown, guilt practically eating you up. Ari always made sure you were healthy, safe, and loved but you couldn’t return that treatment.

“don’t be sorry Angel Cake. you’ve nothing to apologize for, we all make mistakes. Daddy makes lotsa mistakes all the time and let me tell you I made worse mistakes then these.” Ari himself feels guilty that you dedicated about an hour to complete even when the pestering itchiness relieved.

“see! there’s no itching! everything is alright, angel,” he exclaimed with a shining smile to calm the tears flooding your eyes.

“Daddy you don’t have to apologize for anything. your skin is just sensitive. it isn’t your fault, but is there anything I can do to make up for it?” your eyes gloss with seeking a form of forgiveness and assurance.

Ari smiles softly at you as he pats down at his thigh, immediately you obey the silent command and jump onto your Daddy’s lap. allowing his thick arms to wrap around your waist, pulling your face closer to his until the only room left between you to was your shared breath. 

“you don’t have to do anything Angel, nothing at all but sit on my lap. we can watch a movie instead, how does that sound?” 

you smiled and nodded your head, “yes Daddy i’d love that!” you spoke with the same excitement in your voice he began missing for the past five minutes, making Ari grin widely as well. 

“perfect. what do you wanna watch angel cake?” the remote in Ari’s hand as he goes through the options the tv showcased you jumped in his lap when your favorite Disney movie appeared on the screen. 

“yes, that one Daddy!” you broke with a large gleaming smile and Ari couldn’t help but allow his to grow wider. the cheerfulness that you radiate is contagious and he’s eternally grateful for it each day he spent with you.

there you two began watching, wrapped in blankets as a candle burned from afar filling the room in it’s sweet toastiness. the first thirty minutes were spent cuddled softly against his chest as he smelled in the soft creaminess of his face wash and moisturizer.

running your fingertips through his smooth conditioned locks still smelling fresh like cake from the leave in conditioner. Ari mimics your cared actions with his hands gently kneading your ass, leaving a firm squeeze here and there as your tits softly press against his chest.

that was the first thirty minutes of the movie were you two were actually paying attention to the plot of the movie. however, like always, with curiosity getting the better of you two and the wetness reappearing in your panties with Ari’s dominant attention to your ass.

it gets you letting out little noises that make his pants tighten, willing to hear them more with you beneath him.

now you’re lying on his chest like you had before but it isn’t exactly how you were perched an hour ago when you were stroking the cosmetics on Ari’s face. this is much, much different.

Ari’s wide shoulders lean back against the bedframe, he can barely get a view of the tv on the account of your ass practically in his face. practically humping his button down chest cowgirl style— unintentionally or intentionally Ari doesn’t fucking know— in excitement when another music number rolls in.

the skirt covering your ass brushing against his nostrils and lips and Ari knows you’re doing this on purpose.

in fact he knows there’s probably a smirk spread deviously on those pretty lips when your hands grip his loins through his jeans. playing innocent as your wandering fingers grip his belt loops and play with the metal buckle of his Italian leather belt.

Ari wants to snap at you to keep still, he can barley see the movie playing but at the same time he doesn’t really care. if he’s being honest the image of that heart jewel butt plug he put in your bum last night would be a more entertaining and prettier sight than any Disney princess singing and dancing with some forest animals.

so with that thought his hands snake around your waist to pull at the invisible zipper at the waistline that ran all the way down to the hem. Ari pulls it down, smirking when he notices you’ve turned your head at the sound and finally your skirt is no longer a problem as he throws it aside onto the bedroom floor.

“you really wanna make up it to Daddy Angel Cake?” his deep voice went straight to your core and it doesn’t help that a single hand of his lifts to grip your ass.

nodding your head pathetically, before you can jump to any conclusion what you’d have to do in order to make it up to him a swift slap hits against your panty clad ass. 

“words, princess. use ‘em before I fuck ‘em outta you,” his growl makes the beating in your chest pace in pleasure. Ari’s large thumb pressing against the large wet spot displayed onto the sweet spot of your lacy panties, rubbing it sinfully.

“yes Daddy I wanna make it up to you! please let me make it up to you!” your wanton whine makes him smirk underneath you. getting into a comfortable position with his head resting on a pillow, his aqua hues latch on the pink jewel slightly poking out of your cotton panties.

the sight has him biting his bottom lip, he wants to see the butt plug and its shimmery radiance as he licks and drinks from your honeyed cunt. the image of him doing so racing through his mind has his cock hardening in his jeans.

the tent of his erection the only thing your eyes lock on despite desperately wanting to turn your head over your shoulder so you can see your Daddy tease your panty covered button.

doe eyes watering and glossy lips pouting, waiting impatiently for his command.

“sit on daddy’s face,” of course it wasn’t a question or a comment that left room for negotiation, it follows swiftly with a sharp spank.

rushing your knees backwards, your face dawns in heat and eagerness but you do not know exactly what you’re doing. you’ve never done something like this before, you tease him sometimes about it when you’re being a brat but you never thought tonight would be the night to experiment.

“a-are you sure Daddy- ah!” another spank hits your ass and you bite your lip when you feel the pleasure of your cunt drip onto your thighs. wanting to cover your flustered face in your hands when Ari darkly chuckles, you’ve done fair more sinful deeds but this is extremely amusing to him to see you flustered.

you? his naughty little Angel Cake? flustered? impossible— but now Ari’s who is inflating and the need to please and pleasure his sweetheart are higher than the tent in his pants.

“oh don’t act shy now Angel Cake. I know you’ve been want’in Daddy to put you in your place the moment we put on this damn movie.” Ari works as he pulls your hips above his face.

series of your broken gasps as result when feeling his hot and bothered breath waft against your panties. large hands roughly grip the cloth of your panties that cover your clit aside until they revealed the glistening treasures underneath.

Ari now isn’t only gawking at the pretty pink butt plug snuggled in your peachy ass but the glistening honey slickness of your pretty creamy pussy— his need to put his mouth on you and drink up all your glorious cunt has to offer a golden priority.

“such a pretty pussy for such a pretty girl, could lick these pretty folds folds and suck on this pretty hole all day if I could Angel Cake cause do you know why?” Ari asks and without even giving you time to answer he slaps your cunt, purring when you gasp in the pain as the pleasure shoots through.

“cause i’m you’re pretty girl Daddy! i’m all yours Daddy, just for you, only for you.” you gasp as eat word you sigh out leads to Ari’s candy red tongue licking your pussy like a lollipop.

“that’s fucking right, such a smart girl. all for Daddy to spoil on and eat up and love on,” his mouth waters with each drop he tastes of your slick.

causing you to continue gasping and sighing in utter pleasure when Ari’s petal lips do a good job making out with your pussy lips, coating his soft pinkness with your tangy slick.

gliding his tongue through the folds, moaning greedily for more and before you even have a head up his hands grip your ass. the lingering pain of his fingers digging into your peach flesh corresponded well when his hot tongue licked a long strips of your cunt.

your pussy fluttering and your soft moans sounding out in result, craving more of his cupidity that string your bowed heart with each second his tongue lapped up your cunt. your hips are able to relax as they settle softly upon his face, dripping cunt on his hungry mouth and in his nose he groans at the scent of you.

smelling fresh of that sweet strawberry lotion he usually jerks off with when you were away and not to mention your arousal clouding them both. reminding himself why he enjoyed having a pair of your panties around when he was stuck at work behind his desk but now he isn’t at work because he’s having special time with his Angel.

eating your sweet angel cake between you thighs until all your custard leaked out.

“Angel Cake your pussy is tasting a bit more like Devils Food.” his clever comment making your thighs shake and a whine to exclude your mouth.

lapping up your pussy, your moans get louder and louder with each lick, his thumbs do a steady job at spreading your pussy lips to give his tongue better access to roll and dig into your nectar pooling hole. high pitch gasps escaped through your perked lips at the continuous action, your hips shifting into a nastier grind against his face.

that thick beard that you adore scratches deliciously against your inner thighs, nothing but pure heavenly bliss as you continue to grind your pussy against his heavenly tongue. Ari loved it when his tongue made you brain dead and slutty, the sweet tanginess of your ambrosial nectar exploding on his tongue.

all candy and chocolate that you both had inferior to the divine taste of your juices. much as he was trying to drink it all up and not let a single drop go to waste his ravenous appetite is getting the better of him.

Daddy’s mouth was all over you, licking and moaning at your slicked folds and slurping at your needy pearl the action as your thighs shake in the overbearing pleasure, but you never leave your sight off of the tent of his pants.

hesitant hands grip at his belt but they don’t unbuckle it but you stop immediately before proceeding any further— you first must ask for permission to touch Daddy’s cock.

it wasn’t fair, you wanted to suck him off and you needed to suck him off. a bratty whine that Ari would often find obnoxious if he wasn’t fucking you makes him alert. not as alert when he feels your hands grazing the material of his jeans against his hip bones, playing again with his belt.

Ari chuckles lowly into your pussy, the shaking of his mouth vibrating in a delightful hum within your pussy causing you to whine further.

“you wanna suck Daddy’s cock princess? take my fat cock in your dumb brat hole? go on, answer me Angel, if I should even call you that.” Ari taunts, another slap to your pussy and your crying and whining all over again.

“please Daddy! I wanna make you feel good like you’re making me feel good! pinky promise I will!” your whines and pleads overshadowed by your hands pulling at his belt and zipper, Ari can feel his brat getting restless.

“go ahead Angel, suck daddy off.” you didn’t have to be told twice, your hand rushes to unbuckle his belt quickly and successfully doing so all that was left was zipping down his zipper and pulling his jeans off him.

the moment his cock spring up and hit your face only but encouraged your pussy heavily creaming against his widen tongue. the thick coat of white precum from the tip slaps against your cheek, but you don’t mind cause you love it when his cock slaps you.

“and I am an angel.” you perk as you start to wrap your fingers around his thick shaft— fuck yeah you are.

pumping him up and down as your mouth waters at how big and thick he is, Ari groans again into you cunt at that claim. causing the nectar from your precious flower to spill from the corners of his mouth which then soak his beard in your sticky delicious juice. the humming and groans continue as your soft hands do magical wonders as they rub the thickness of his cock up and down.

giggling when Daddy let’s out more groans, you blabber on how “Daddy tastes so yummy.” , “I love my lollipop, it’s so big.” and “I can’t wait for Daddy to fuck me.” as he lazily licks your cunt, going slow but equally as persistent to make your tremble.

Ari hasn’t made you this excited in a while since he’s been crowded with work and especially to get down and dirty in a new position. switching things up is doing a great deal with his standing cock bulging and throbbing in the desire for your tongue to trace the bulging veins pumping with lust.

 “go on angelcake. take Daddy in your mouth, make Daddy proud,” those words of encouragement and motivation leads you casting a kitten lick to the crown of his dick. tasting the salty brim of his precum on his bountiful tip, you hum at the taste before licking the slit for more.

the sudden motion causes Ari to hiss in response and you begin to finally take him into the velvety warmth of your mouth. tongue swirling around his mushroom head your hands rubbing the rest of his shaft you aren’t able to put in your mouth but that’s a lesson he’ll have to teach you for another time.

for now it’s critical to have your mouth on him, your hallowed cheeks wrapped around his throbbing member as Ari slurps and eats your princess pussy that’s on the verge of snapping the coil and releasing your all on his tongue. lapping it all up like it’s his last meal, it leaves you breathless but not more breathless as you take him more into your mouth.

the sounds of your lips sloppily around his cock echo through the room and it’s sweeter music than any girl pop group that you blasted. all you want to do now is please Daddy, make him proud cause you were his special little angel that sucked his cock till he reached for Heaven.

your fingers reach down to stroke his tightening balls aching for attention and with that his own thick fingers pull and rub the snuggled jewel in your tight clenching ass. the action causes you to moan at the gripping sensation despite your mouth being stuffed with his cock. 

precum and your saliva dripping down his shaft and your fingers, using it all as a sort of lube to stroke his balks and the base of his cock. with that you crookedly smile around his shaft in pride as his groans become louder and louder.

“fuck! yeah Angel just like that!- good girl, my good little girl keep makin Daddy feel good just like that!- such a perfect fuck doll.” his praise driving your arousal to flood his mouth and your grind to become more restless in seek for your high.

it’s impossible for him to be able to suck harder and lick more tenderly against your pussy but it all leads to the coil in your belly tempting to snap.

“your Daddy fuckin loves it, grind your pussy against Daddy’s mouth sugar— yeah just like that, good girl. give your Daddy everything, you know Daddy loves the taste of your little pussy.” his raspy low voice makes your heart pump loudly in our ears.

“and maybe later Daddy can fuck his cock in this cum dump. would you like that Angel? but you’d toll have to come first, can you come for me Angel Cake?” in response to his deep voiced remark his hands tug at the pink heart jewel.

“yes Daddy! pretty please Daddy let me cum please!” your cries and moans increase and emphasize your nearing crashing orgasm but that doesn’t leave you not bobbing your mouth up and down his cock.

“come for me Angel, be my good girl and come all over Daddy’s tongue,” his low raspy voice making you desperate to swallow him as he makes you come with another tug and pull of your crystal plug and the softness of his slicked lips wrapped around your hole.

crying out his name your ending arousal and thriving high balance well when Ari loudly moans when you take his cock deep in your mouth. deepthroating a large portion of his thick cock making his hips buck wildly into you. 

“that’s fuckin right Angel, take all of Daddy in you-! such a good fuck doll Angel, so fuckin good for me. take all of Daddy’s cum. every. last. fuckin. drop,”

Ari growls with each thrust, and as much as you should cower in shame the graveled demands and lowly praises from your kind and caring daddy are enough to soak your cunt all over again.

the plushness of your thighs and Ari dark beard sticky with you arousal. folds still twitching you continue to take his cock and keep pleasuring him your mouth and the magic of your talented tongue.

nose nuzzled against the base of curly hairs, his balls slap against your hands and with a muttered gritted curse and a Angel swallow all of Daddy’s cum! does he paint your mouth in his spent of white thick ropes— which you obediently swallow before coughing, your throat sore and lips bruised.

the crashing end to both your orgasms leaves you both panting deliriously, sweat sticking through your clothes against your connected bodies you attempt to sit up successfully but stop looking shocked in the mirror across the room.

dark mascara running down in inky streaks onto your peachy cheeks from almost being suffocated when your mouth was balls deep in him. those glossy cupid lips that had all eyes burning in envy slightly chapped from stretching around the girthy thickness of your daddy’s cock.

not to mention the thick precum and your saliva leaking from the corners of your mouth to your chin and jawline— you look utterly fucked out.

Ari on the other hand thought you couldn't look any prettier— especially when he grabbed you by your waist and pulled you underneath him.

“it’s Daddy’s turn to make it up to you Angel Cake.”

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What is this Fuzzy Feeling? Part 3

Hello anon! This is for you! I am very surprised that you all like this little series! If it gains popularity, I will continue it. I would like to thank my new followers! I haven't been active on here because I am still in school and right now; it is kicking my butt. Anyway, I will fix the grammar errors later. For now, enjoy this fluffy fic!

Part 1 Part 2

The sound of each rain droplet hitting against the window seal felt ever so pleasant. The shine from the night sky somehow cast a beautiful gleam of light through my bedroom window. Inside my dorm room were a few Pumpkin Spice candles lit in each corner being dispersed. The smell of pumpkin pie filled my nostrils as I placed a piece in my mouth. I usually despised Pumpkin Pie, but after seeing my roommates partake in some, I decided I’d try it.

Summer is my favorite season. Every year for the last 23 years, I’d go to the carnival with my family, roller skate, go to the state fair, and just about any family fun venue in our state. The warm air always made me feel wonderful, but at the end of August, I could always sense a change in temperature. My mood would shift because school was starting again and that meant the weather would progressively be worse. Goodbye summer nights; I wish the fall would stay away. I only somewhat enjoy fall because I have someone to “keep me warm”. It is “hoodie season” and god knows I need a lot of them, but who wants to pay $50+ for a single hoodie? The additional light from each lightning strike added an odd romantic feeling to the atmosphere. I suddenly longed for my boyfriend’s presence.

“I’m so cold,” I silently said to myself.

A playlist of soft piano jazz played in the background as I laid vertically on my bed. I felt a sense of accomplishment as I completed all of my chemistry work for the week and passed both of my tests. Good things are coming my way. Opening a manga to where I left off, I read rather quickly. I often use a technique I learned in 1st grade, a “picture walk”. A Picture Walk comprises viewing images a chapter at a time and then reading the pages. This way, I can digest both the imagery and dialogue. So far, everything was flowing perfectly; the sound of the rain was steady, the smell of pumpkins became subtle as the lightning picked up speed. As comfortable as the air was, it tempted me to fall asleep, but the lingering thought of being embraced in my boyfriend’s arms kept me awake. Still, the thought of taking a brief nap overtook my brain. What felt like a 2-minute nap was actually a 3-hour snooze.

Throughout my slumber, the music continued to play and the smell of pumpkin pie continued to thrive, making me feel as if I was sleeping on clouds. Midway through my siesta, my heart fluttered. The fluttering sensation happened every minute and somehow made me feel delightful, but nothing came to mind why this happened. My trance slowly lightened as I could feel little soft movements on my skin. I could feel soft skin touching my neck and shoulder, sending slight shivers down my spine. The skin in those areas felt wet and lukewarm and yet I still didn’t awake from my sleep…. completely. Although I was fully aware of the events that were happening, I pretended to be asleep so the arousing sensation could continue. Just as I was about to wake up (because I couldn’t stop myself from jerking), soft skin met the top of my thigh, causing me to jerk and lose control. I already knew what this would have led to and even though I was not opposed to the idea, my roommate was going to return in one hour.

“I knew you were awake! You’re a horrible faker,” Hisoka said. His sharp nails scratched every inch of my body, sending shivers down my spine once again. His warm breath bounced against my neck as he pressed more kisses against the soft skin. The nails on his fingers were sharp indeed, but the fingertips were much softer than expected. Warm butterfly smooches against my cheek and the warmth of my skin made it seem like I was melting into a puddle. The smooth pads of his fingers made small circles on my waist and his long nails grazed my thighs. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t care if he ripped off my shirt.

“What got you in such a cheerful mood?”

“Well, I’ve been studying all day and passed my finance midterm, so I figured I come here and celebrate!”

“Really? That’s great! I’m proud of you, babe!”

“I’m proud of myself. There were moments when I was too distracted and had to take a break.”

“Trust me, I understand. Don’t feel bad. Taking mental breathers is encouraged.”

“The workload wasn’t the problem”— the force of his forehead pinned against mine forced the back of my head to slam against the pillow. I firmly pressed my nose against his while his lips weren’t even an inch away— “the thought of your godlike nude body against mine nearly drove me wild. Devouring every bit of you is my goal. I’m sure you’ll be more than satisfied.”

A wave of heat swept over my face and in between my thighs, a blush being plastered all over. My ears were on fire! Oddly enough, I usually entertained Hisoka’s assertive passes, but this time, it was different. The hungry look in his eyes made my heart stop, my bones felt stiff, and left my eyes wide. I often have arousing dreams that involved him and me, but I am too afraid to partake in such an act. The fear of being interrupted stopped me every time.

“I—I—,” stuttering like a fool, I continued to stare into his golden orbs.

“What’s the matter, kitten? Cat’s got your tongue?”

Before I could respond, his lips gently placed two individual kisses on mine. His right index finger slid in between my chest and down my stomach. Knowing that I could melt like a stick of butter just by a single touch is something that I’m not proud of but have come to terms with.

“C-Can we just cuddle? I miss your warmth.”

“Of course, darling! That’s all you had to say.”

Hisoka’s arrogant chuckle made me blush more. He knew how I truly felt and admired how I controlled my impulsive feelings. Cuddling was on my do-to list, anyway.

The cold fall breeze seeped through the glass. I must have been shivering and didn’t realize it. At one point, I propped my head up using my forearm, and in another; Hisoka pulled me closer, leaving my head on my sheets instead of the pillow. His right arm was wrapped tightly around my torso while he pressed his nose against the back of my head. He gently placed two loving kisses on my lower neck in response to me placing my arm on top of his. The warmth radiating off our bodies made the entire room cozy; making my eyes flutter once again. The sounds of our steady breaths, the feeling of our synchronized heartbeats, and the warmth of our bodies felt heavenly. A few thoughts raced through my mind and caused me to wonder: “What is this fuzzy feeling?”

“I’m warming your heart,” Hisoka replied, stretching his body. “You broke my ice-cold heat and, who knows, you might have some tendencies of your own. Maybe that’s why we attract.”

As I slowly drifted off to sleep, the candles were blown out, the music stopped, and the rain came to a standstill. I lifted my head and saw that my roommate was fast asleep. Everything seemed to be frozen in its tracks except for my running thoughts. Nothing but a frightening phrase haunted my mind.

“You broke my ice-cold heat and, who knows, you might have some tendencies of your own. Maybe that’s why we attract.”

The morning sun’s rays shined through my bedroom windows, casting a godly glow on Hisoka’s face. I turned on my left side and, to my surprise, I nearly squealed at such a beauty. The sunlight pushed shadows away from Hisoka’s face, highlighting his sharp cheekbones, long eyelashes, and his lips. The softened expression made my heart do backflips as even a strong, prominent man can have soft moments. I smiled contently as I took a moment to realize how lucky I was.

The tip of my index finger traced the dip of his eyebrows to the shape of his nose and all around his face. My small index finger made its way to his right arm, tracing his muscles. Just as I was going to explore thigh muscles, he bats his eyes twice and smiled.

“Good morning, kitten. Did you sleep well?” he said, his voice deep and sluggish.

“It was amazing. Thank you for keeping me warm.”

[tsukoyomi-fumikage]

Baby Birb (Sl/TokoShoji)

Slight Tokoyami X Shoji

Prompt - Tokoyami gets turned into a baby. I wrote this ages ago and it’s just a few oneshots drawn together that are fluffy and sweet. Mostly, of course, since I love angst.

.

He couldn't talk normally anymore - the only thing coming out of him were soft gurgles. Raising a hand for his eyes to see, he widened when he noticed how small they were, and how they felt unused, unlike his usual rough hands. Reaching up to his head, he felt along his feathers - they were plush and rounded at the end, nothing like the sharp ended fully black feathers he used to have. "W'at?" He squeaked out, then squeaked again at the sound of his voice.

There appeared to be only certain words he could get out of his now even smaller beak. Looking up, he tried to see if he could find any of his friends, who were supposed to be nearby. They'd been training in the fields of U.A, and Tokoyami had only gone into the bushes close by to grab something Bakugou had accidentally tossed in there.

He found said item, and picked it up - usually, it wouldn't be that big in his hands, but the item was practically the size of him. Tokoyami began to waddle back in the direction of voices, clutching the object to his chest. Fumikage was now so small that the bushes and trees surrounding him almost scarred him, however for some reason Dark Shadow wouldn't come out. The bird knew that meant he was at an age where he hadn't developed his quirk yet - so younger than two, since he was an early child and developed his quirk around three, rather than five.

Stepping out onto the short grass, his eyes searched for the training students, and he saw Shoji - or well, he saw large arms, a tall, sturdy body and a white mop of hair that he knew was Shoji. For some reason, this baby version of him let out a giggle, stumbling towards the six-armed quirk user, raising his hands and making grabby fists at him, dropping the item on the floor.

It made a loud thump, startling everyone there and making them turn to look at the offending sound, being met with a baby version of their friend, who was now looking like he was going to cry at the loud noise. Bakugou let out a choked splutter - the other students there, all from Class 1-A, stopped training and rushed over. "Is that-"

Midoriya and Shoji got there first. The green-haired teen knelt down, looking the young bird in the eyes. "Tokoyami?" He asked softly. The kid swiped a hand across his teary eyes, sniffling. "Is that you?"

He looked at them - he was dying inside from crying at the loud noise, and the last thing he needed was for them to all know he was still him inside. He didn't want to show that kind of weakness. Tokoyami decided to pretend like an actual child. Fumikage nodded stiffly, reaching out his tiny hands and clutching at Mezo's trouser leg, pulling at it gently.

The man plucked him up and held him securely against his chest. "I think it is him, but he's like, actually a baby. The Tokoyami we know isn't in there right now." Bakugou scoffed out, coming over and poking the bird on the head. He let out a childlike whine. "Definitely."

Kirishima smacked Katsuki on the back of the head. "Dude, that's not cool man, don't hit the kid!"

Shoji and Midoriya took this opportunity to begin walking back to the dormitories as Bakugou tried to fight the red-head, being held back by the rest of the training group - Sero and Mina. Mezo bounced the young kid in his grip, and Fumikage gave what they could only assume as his version of a smile with a beak, but it was none-the-less cute. "What are we supposed to do now?" Izuku said, looking and cooing at their friend. "Do you think it'll wear off, whatever it is?"

The six-armed teen smiled under his mask at the warm, tiny body in his arms, wrapping all of his baby fingers around Shoji's pinkie. "I think it must be someone's quirk, so yes, I think it'll wear off." He said softly, his usual whisper making Fumikage look at him, their eyes meeting. "For now, looks like we've got a seriously de-aged Tokoyami to look after."

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"He's got to be around one years old." Yaoyorozu said, watching at the young kid played with Denki, trying to run after the blond-haired boy, who kept leaping over the very small child. Fumikage couldn't run fast - the only clothing the young kid had on was a ripped bit of his cloak to made a smaller cloak; Nothing had shrunk with him. Nada.

Mineta growled at the sight of all the girls cooing over Fumikage; he leapt forward, scooping the child into his arms. "I'm a master at children!" He said loudly so everyone heard him. They all turned to look at him, murderous intent in their eyes.

Tokoyami began sniffling at being in the pop-off quirk users short arms. The grip was unnaturally tight and he squirmed uncomfortably, looking around for a savoir. He knew just who it would be.

Mezo came charging through, snatching him out of Minto's grip. Shoji was his boyfriend after all - he also seemed like the kind of guy who really likes children. Fumikage smiled, burying his head in the crook of the tall mans neck. "Don't touch him." Came the deep voice from the six-armed teen. The whole room was probably gobsmacked. "Ever."

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"Toko, nooo!" Midoriya laughed, picking up the spoon from where the bird-headed child had thrown it on the floor. Fumikage was currently sat on top of the dorm table, wearing clothes Jirio and Yaoyorozu had hand made - it was a little horned blue hoodie, making it seem the child had two baby horns sticking out on his forehead and some loose black jogging bottoms. "You need to let me feed you!"

Sticking out his tongue, the baby snorted, turning away. A tap on Izuku's shoulder meant someone else was nearby. Koji was smiling at him, or well, down at him. He nodded at the spoon. "Children are creative and are stubborn - I had a little brother growing up who was exactly like Tokoyami. They just want to feed themselves. Here, let him try."

Although that definitely was not the reason Fumikage wanted nothing to do with the green-haired student (It was actually the choice of mushed up bananas and kiwi - disgusting), he still allowed the spoon to be passed to him. Looking at Koda's hopeful expression, he sighed eternally and began to eat, but plastic spoons and beaks didn't exactly go very well together.

Just a day in the life of Fumikage Tokoyami he supposed.

.

"Oh God, is he sick?"

A hand was touching at his feathered head - Fumikage let out a cry, trying to push it away. "He's warm, I think he has a fever!"

The shouting wasn't helping his sore ears, and his throat was raw from sobbing. A pair of hands wrapped around him, bringing him up and into someones chest. An icy hand was placed against his feathers, and he was bounced softly. "There there, Toko." The voice said - it was deep and calming. "I've got you."

People were bustling around them, Fumikage could hear the worry in their tones - he must not be looking so good. "Shoto, has he cooled down yet from your ice?"

So it was Todoroki holding him, he thought wearily, it all connecting. "N-No." Came the confused voice of the man holding him. "He's burning up really fucking badly."

Hearing the top-hero's son swear and crack under the pressure made Tokoyami's fear bubble. Someone else touched his arm, and he was handed over to a warmer pair of hands. "I don't think blasting him with cold will heal him." Came the voice of the woman holding him. It was Tsu.

The frog-quirk user sat down with the bird in her arms, rocking him slowly. "I've already sent Sato out to grab some baby medication, ribbit." She said calmly, stroking a hand through his fluffy feathers. "For now though, I say the best option is to bathe him - Sero, go turn the bath on - make sure it's actually warm, it being cold won't accomplish anything."

Footsteps bounded off, and the couch dipped when someone else sat on the side. "C-Can I hold him?" It was Uraraka. "I always wanted a baby sister or brother when I was younger." She confessed. No one else must be in the room anymore, all rushing off to grab things for the kid. "And he looks so small."

Being lifted into the air was something he'd grown accustomed too, and he opened his eyes a little to be met face to face with the brunette. "Hey, he's awake!" She spoke softly, but her voice was high in excitement. "Hey Toko'!" She cooed, brushing back at his feathers. "Tsu, when Shoto said he was burning, I didn't think he actually meant it. My, little one, how sick you really are!"

.

Bakugou growled. "Why do I have to bathe him?"

Kirishima sighed, holding the child in his arms as they passed Sero, who gulped, giving a thumbs up to the hardening-quirk user. Pinching the bridge of his nose with his free hand, only using one to carry the small kid, he stalked ahead of Katsuki and into the bathroom. "Because we haven't done anything with him yet and we want him to trust us?"

"Bathing him is not the way to trust." The explosive teen retorted. Fumikage had to agree - how was stripping him fucking butt naked allowing him to trust them? However, he was glad it was these two - Kirishima was a real man, and wouldn't hold any sort of blackmail over him after this was all done, and Bakugou would just forget about it. "We're legit taking his clothes off, Kiri."

"No, the boxers Momo made are staying on, we ain't that mean."

Both the bird and the blond let out a sigh, and the child reached up his arms slowly so Ejiro could take off his cat shirt, which he'd sweated all the way through. "Feeling tired, little man?" The red-head asked softly, sitting the baby on the toilet seat, taking off his socks and shorts. "That's alright, you just doze. It's got to be good for you cause of how sick you are right now, huh."

The feeling of warm water surrounding him made him relax - it was really weird having people bathing him instead of just taking a shower and being ready in less then five minutes, but at the same time it was comforting for some reason.

"Hey, Kacchan." Kirishima looked desperate from what Fumikage could see out of half-closed eyelids. "Please take a photo, I think I'm going to die of cuteness. He's falling asleep on my hand!" He was leaning face first against the students hand, beak poking through his fingers. He sighed internally.

Great. Proof of all of this for after it's worn off.

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"So, looks like you're staying here with me!" Iida smiled at the boy, walking into his blue dorm room, plopping the still sick child onto his bed. "Sorry you couldn't be with Shoji, but he sleeps too deeply - I however can make sure you don't get hurt! I have very maternal instincts!"

Tenya was super excited it seems, to have a young child in his hold and needing on him for everything. Fumikage supposed Tenya always wanted to know what it was like to be his big brother caring for him when he was younger. He muttered softly, and the teen stopped his rambling. "Did you just say something, young Tokoyami?"

"Sleeps." He said, yawning tiredly. He watched with satisfaction as Tenya died in front of him, clutching at his heart in a brotherly way, clearly absorbing the shock of the boy speaking.

"I got to hear your first words!" Tokoyami realized that around this age he was practically mute, and he wondered if that's why talking was so hard. "Awesome!"

A phone was jostled around before steadying and facing the tired child. "Say it again!" Iida encouraged quietly, smiling like Fumikage had never seen before. How could he deny the man the shame of saying he couldn't catch the second time he spoke on camera?

"Sleeps!" He whined louder, and he's certain if he had lips, he'd be pouting. It wasn't for the camera really; he was just so tired and frustrated and exhausted. "Please." He sort of made the tone of his voice sound pleading, and the phone went on charge quickly, and soon, he was secured in bed, being hugged by the mess that was definitely the next Sonic.

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It was around seven when Iida woke up and got changed into casual clothing. Following the incident with Tokoyami, the school was on high alert and had canceled school in case the villain or whomever had done this was still on campus. All class 1-A were told only to leave the dorms if needed. Sato gathering medicine counted as a need, apparently.

"Did he sleep alright?" Came the bouncy voice of Denki as Iida carried the half asleep boy in, cradled in his arms, head resting sleepily against his chest. "He still looks tired."

Straightening his glasses, the Representative smiled. "He is still fighting off the illness"He reminded his friend. "- and yes, apart from a small night terror, he was just fine."

Shoji was there to take the bird child into his arms. Tokoyami inhaled his scent tiredly and relaxed reaching a hand out to snag the students T-Shirt, smiling, half-daydreaming, half-sleeping. "C'mon Fumikage." The six-armed teen said quietly, prodding his feathered cheek. "You need to eat and take your medication before you can sleep again."

Sato waltzed in, smiling brightly at the kid. "Hey, Toko'," He said, coming closer to the pair. "Guess what? I made you something!" Mezo took a seat at the table, adjusting the child so he was sitting on his lap and using it as a booster seat to be able to see over the table like a normal person. "Ever tried Oreo pancakes?"

Fumikage looked at his teammate, who was holding out these freshly baked pancakes with some weird crushed up black substance mixed in. It smelt amazing though, and he reached out a hand to try and snag some of it. It was, of course, pulled away from him. "Knew you'd like them!" Sato was so happy that he'd shown interest. "They're just a bit hot, Fumi'."

The fact they didn't trust him enough anymore to deal with his own food's temperature was slightly annoying, but it didn't stop him taking the medication held out to him by Sero while waiting for breakfast to cool down.

When the plate was put back down, he noticed all the pancakes had been cut up into even-sized squares, and their was a fork he could use on the side. Leaning slightly off his boyfriend, he was more awake as the stabbed at the pieces, shoving them into his mouth quickly, making a happy noise that sent Sato stumbling with happiness.

Maybe being a kid wasn't so bad after all.

[severeblizzardlady]

Isekai in the Time of Quarantine (Part 1)

[Twice/Jin Bubaigawara -- because certain happenings in the manga are making me feel things and I have to write something to feel better]

Warnings for: Spoilers, cursing, inappropriate amounts of author fawning over fictional character (but, really, someone has to), crack-ish content (but it’s Twice, so...)

“What the fuck.” 

You stared at the page open on your phone. Then you went back a page. Then you went back to the page you were previously on. Unfortunately, the same words were there, the same images. Images of a man with a torn mask, his face bloody and sweaty and tear-stained running for a door. For a light. For his friends.

Only to be cut off by a shadowed figure--Hawks, Keigo Takami--bringing down a feather large enough to be a sword and just as deadly.

You couldn’t believe it. Jin Bubaigawara, AKA the villain Twice from the series Boku no Hero Academia just....

“No way.” For a second you debated closing out the page. But you kept reading. Maybe you were hoping for a miracle. That you’d jumped the gun. That Twice would Falcon Punch Hawks and make that beeline for his buds like he was planning.  

He didn’t.

“God damn, Hori.” You sniffled when you finished the chapter. God, you were even crying. How were you that attached to a character? Of course, even as you wondered that, you knew it was because Twice, Jin, had been such a well fleshed-out character. A character with dimension. 

Oh yeah, he was evil. You knew that without a doubt. But he’d been alone, cast out by the world and forced to resort to crime because nobody that was “good” or “upstanding” trusted him. It almost made you wish he’d taken up Hawks on the whole, turn over a new leaf thing. Not that he would have. The League of Villains were his friends, not his coworkers. He’d said it himself--their happiness was his reason for living. He wouldn’t have been able to function without them.

It would have ripped him apart.  

Well, at least Jin had died happy with how his life had turned out. And his clone had gotten to see Toga one last time and protect his buds. It was a bittersweet ending to the chapter, and to Jin’s character, but you were content with how Horikoshi had gone about it. 

Your phone’s alarm dinged then, a single note like a wind chime. You sighed, flipping onto your side in bed. The chapter had almost made you forget that you were stuck in your apartment. Because of the sickness going around, a stay-at-home order had been enforced. Everyone was sequestered in their homes--or they were supposed to be anyway--to decrease the numbers of the sick. 

Fortunately, your job allowed you to work from home. Unfortunately, your parents and your siblings were pretty spread out. Sure, you’d messaged them and video chatted. Hell, you’d just talked to your parents before reading up on the last chapter of BNHA. But your apartment felt too big, too quiet, too empty. 

You missed being in the same room with people. Both the intimate stuff and the simple things. Like talking. Or cooking. At the rate you were going, you’d end up making friends with all your stuff. You were already calling your fridge Frida. 

I’ll talk to Mom and Dad tomorrow. You decided, eyes starting to feel heavy. See if they’ll let me stay with them until this all passes. 

***

“Are we renting out the base now?” You groaned at the man’s voice and flipped onto your side. Without looking at your alarm clock or phone, there was no way of telling the time. But you were pretty sure it was too early to be awake. The way your eyelids seemed to be glued shut was all the indication you need. 

“Man, those Liberation guys sure like making money.” 

You groaned a little louder, eyes still shut as you felt for your phone. Seriously, who was talking so much, so early in the morning? Didn’t they realize some people needed to work the next day? In the next few hours even? 

“This what you’re looking for?” Someone put your phone in your hand. Which would have been all fine and dandy if anyone actually lived with you. Shrieking, you threw yourself out of bed, getting tangled in your sheets and landing butt first on the ground as a result. 

There was a man in your room.

There was a man dressed up as Twice in your room.

There was a freaking Twice cosplayer in your room at four AM.

The floor felt cold. Your butt was killing you. It felt like your leg was gonna pop out of the socket from how it was tangled up in your bedding. You weren’t dreaming. Dammit, you weren’t dreaming, and there was a whackadoodle in your apartment.  

This was not the company you were looking for!

He took a step towards you, hands raised, and you screamed again. You flung your phone at him, kicking your tangled leg until you were free so you could run for your life. “Help!” You felt the man try to grab at you, but adrenaline propelled you into the living area. Something fell off your table when you slammed into it. 

Still, you didn’t stop running, even when you were out in the hallway. “Someone call the cops! Fire! Fire!”

***

“Look, even if there was someone in her apartment, he’s gone now.” 

Your landlady, clad in a blue, fluffy night gown with her hair in a bun, rolled her eyes at the police officer. “So that’s it? You’re not going to look for him. Is it too hard for police nowadays to find some costume-wearing nutjob who’s terrorizing one of my tenants?”

The police had come. Luckily, the nice lady at the end of the hall had heard your screams and called the police after ushering you into her apartment. Your landlady showed up not long after. She looked about ready to raise hell when she’d stomped down the stairs, woken up by the chaos and the police’s sudden arrival.

“Ma’am, he somehow avoided your security cameras, there’s not much else we can do. We’ll increase patrols in the area, but without a description of what the guy actually looks like, without the mask, that’s it.”

The police figured the man, whoever he was, had turned down the opposite end of the hallway while you cried for help and went down the stairs. One of the windows in the third floor hallway, a window facing the alley, was wide open. The security camera there hadn’t caught anything. The wires had been shorted out God only knew when.  

You tapped your fingers against your mug. It was pretty with little pastel flowers all over it. The landlady had given it to you at some point, there was a rich, red tea in it, but you couldn’t remember what the flavor was. 

“Pah, they expect us to do all the heavy-lifting, don’t they?” The landlady huffed once it was just the two of you. “’Course, you’d expect a little more decency, but with everything going to hell nowadays, I guess it’s no surprise,” she looked at you then, concern clear in her usually steely eyes. “Do you have anyone you can stay with tonight?”

You shook your head, eyes starting to burn. Every time you so much as blinked, you could see that man standing over you. 

Your landlady patted the table, a few inches away from your fingers. It was the closest thing you’d had to physical contact in the last week. You almost wished she’d touch you. “The sofa’s a fold-out,” she said, getting to her feet. “We’ll see about your place in the morning.” 

***

The only thing missing was your phone. There was no indication of forced entry at either of your windows or at the door (or the vents; you knew the guy wouldn’t have fit in the air vent--but it was an older building, and you’d read enough stories about people skulking through vents not to check). 

Your water bottle had fallen off the table. It had broken into pieces on the floor. But you’d finished the water off, so there weren’t any spills. 

“Come home,” Your dad had said when you video-called that afternoon. You could hear your mom crying in the background after you’d told them what’d happened. “We’ll get your phone shut down, and I’ll help you move everything.” 

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose over your medical mask. That was two days ago. You’d been staring at what remained of the frozen food section at the local grocery store for a good five minutes. It felt like all your nerves were on end. That guy was out there somewhere. Or he was in the store with you. Unless he was in a hospital bed because he’d jumped out of a third floor window. 

He could’ve been anyone. Almost anyone. And he knew where you lived and he had access to your phone--if he’d figured out how to unlock it anyways. And, again, wasn’t in the hospital.

It’s fine, You assured yourself, grabbing some chicken. Dad’s coming to get me in a few days, the boss is fine with me relocating as long as I keep working. It’s fine. I’m fine. 

“You dropped this.” 

Nope, nope, you weren’t fine. Were. Not. Fine. At all. Because you remembered that low voice from that night. But you still turned around. Because you were in a public place, even if the crowds were thinner than usual. And it wasn’t like he could hurt you as long as--

The man behind you was a little scruffy and had blond hair. He smelled faintly of cigarette smoke, but you could only tell because he was so close to you, breaching your personal space with blue eyes the size of pinpricks that gauged your every move. He was sweating, even though it was still cold out. It made your palms sweat around the basket’s handles.

Unhinged, that was the look in his eyes, in his face.

There was a brief moment where you feared he might pounce and try to bash your skull in. A really brief moment, which passed the second your eyes actually focused in on the scar on his forehead. As though he’d been stabbed with a knife.

And then you opened your mouth. Like a freaking dumbass.

“You went way too hard on that Jin cosplay.”   

[onepunchmiss]

OPM s2e12 Live Blog

“The Wiping of the Disciple’s Butt”

The season finale. I’m nauseous. Lets begin. 

As always, I’m watching from the perspective of someone who has read the manga and webcomic. 

Right where we left off. Again I love the music. I’m just like, really calm right now actually. hhhhhhhhhhhokay. OOF oh god all the crunching sound effects oh no, this is already so weird watching Garou get his ass handed to him since he’s pretty much curb stomped every other hero in battle thus far, or at the VERY LEAST avoided taking so many hits. This. is so uncomfortable to watch. WOAH ????? THESE SHOTS WERE ONLY THERE FOR A SPLIT SECOND BUT??? HOLY SHIT???

GAROU’S HAIR OH MY GOD 

Oh god oh god Bang is relentless this hurts please stop guys GUYS PLZ  HAS NO ONE REALISED THAT NOT ONE HERO HAS DIED CMON PLZ IT HURTS calm down stop trying to kill him plsplspls OH

THIS 

IS WHY

WE STAN GAROU

HE SAYS FUCK DEATH HOW ABOUT I JUST GET STRONGER INSTEAD QUE EPIC THEME MUSIC

oh god damnit him legit running on all fours right there just looks goofy tho F “preposterous style” Bang you aint lying asdfghjkl really though OH MY GOD EVERYONE IS DRAWN SO BEAUTIFULLY THIS IS SO BLESSED 

WAIT 

NO OPENING THEME???????????????????? WHAT?????????????????????? WHY????????????????????????? ONE, I WANTED TO SEE THE CHIBI OF THE WEEK AND 2 

I WASNT PREPARED FOR MY FAVORITE DOPEY BIRD MAN THE FUCK PHOENIXMAN PLS NO ILY I know people hate him a lot but I just really dig how he feels like a fleshed out character compared to most other monsters, like he’s legit lookit him being all smart and stuff plz I just,,,,,,,,,,,, want to hug dumb fluffy birb ;-;

Woah again I’m being blown away by the animation??? Garou getting smacked around is really fluid and this just looks really cool in general?????

FUCK I CANT DO FLASHBACKS MAN JUST HEARING THE KID VOICE MAKED MY STOMACH LURCH OH NO 

OH NO I SCREAM OH NO I CANT OH NO GIMME 5 MINUTES PLEASE I CANNOT BBY NO I FORGOT ADULT GAROU IS IN THE FLASHBACK WATCHING THIS TIME PLS NO 

LIKE???????? I got kinda a comedic vibe watching him comment on it in the manga but the slow music and shit is just FUKKIN ME UP RIGHT NOW I HATE IT THANKS IT HURTS

oh god his face he has the seething thousand mile stare of quiet rage and its burning a hole STRAIGHT THROUGH MY ENTIRE BEING ���But me I was the loner kid. Always gloomy and without friends” STOP. YOU STOP THAT RIGHT THIS INSTANT. IM CRYING AT U RIGHT NOW STOP

NO DONT HOLD HIM LET HIM GO S T O P OR SO HELP ME i can’t watch this what the fuck “I was always the loser” SHIT this legitimately hurts me “I dont want to be the monster anymore” GArou hey did you hear that part?? hEY GAROU DID YOU HEAR YOURSELF THERE??? 

WHAT DID I SAY WHAT THE F DID I JUST SAY STOP HOLDING HIM STOP STOPPIT  THE HELL MAN What if……….. I just go BACK IN TIME AND ADOPT BB GAROU CAN I DO THAT IS THIS POSSIBLE IS THIS ALLOWED ? ?? ?

oh my god it keeps getting worse. I mean. I already knew garou was being disproportionately reprimanded for what he supposedly did, but watching this scene just fucking kicked me in the teeth. As if my stomach wasn’t already in knots. The fuck . why does this hurt so much more watching than reading the frustration in seeping into me ffffff.

This looks really cool but, i can barely focus on that because im pretty much being exsanguinated on the floor over here by this whole sequence look at him crying. do it for me cause I sure as hell can’t 

“I want to strike a blow for the little guy”

Fukkin GETTEM GO GETTEM 

HOLY SHIT HIS VA IS GOING T F OFF 

AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH LOOKIT HIM ILY SO MUCH SAVE THE DAY BIRB SAVE 

ASDFGHJKL THIS IS SO INTENSE EVERYONE IS SO INTENSE I KNOW WHAT HAPPENS BUT HOLY SHIT FUCK IM SCREAMING GAROU IS SCREAMING BANG AND BOMB SCREAMING GENOS AND EVEN PHOENIXMAN EVEN THE MUSIC IS SCREAM WE ALL JUST SC R E M

OH MY GOD AND THE LITTLE HEAD NOT GENOS AND BANG GIVE EACHOTHER SAVING THE HEROES OH MY GOD OH FUCK AND THE WAY THEY ANIMATE BANG JUMPING AROUND IS DOPE AS HELL AND ALSO HOLY SHIT ELDER CENTIPEDE I MISSED THE UNSETTLING SMOOTH CG LIKE ANIMATION FOR THE CENTIPEDES EVERY CELL IN MY BODY IS JUST SCREAMING RN I AM OVERLOAD HELP 

Garou flailing in the air in Phoenixman’s grip is … really adorable oh my god. “It’s your fault for not finishing them” ooooooo that shut him up didn’t it oof. Also nice cameo by Tatsumaki there 

ASDFGHJKL THE MUSIC AGAIN I LOVE IT I LOVE THEM LOOK AT THEM OH MY GOD 

THIS IS SO BAD ASS

EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS IS SO BADASS

Genos’s eye static, The brother’s fists swirling, THE FUKKIN CARAPACE SHATTERING 

THIS FIGHT IS SO WILD MY COMPUTER CANT EVEN TAKE IT. ITS GLITCHING AND FREEZING UP HOLY SHIT

oh god ok the face coming out of the face was pure nightmare fuel alright then

WAIT

I FORGOT GENOS IS A SELF SACRIFICING DUMBASS. NO IM NOT READY GENOS YOU DOOF LISTEN TO KUSENO LISTEN TO HIM 

oh no 

oh no

im crying oh no

this animation is beautiful first of all and the music like im just here this is where I’m at and I’m crying oh no 

He’s an angel. A literal angel. Look at that and tell me he doesn’t look like a fucking angel in the sky with the rays of light casting shadows around him. 

Genos you are too good and pure for this world but that DOESNT MEAN TRY TO GET YOURSELF KILLED 

Shit they really made it look like he was gonna self destruct there for a second which MADE HIS LAST STAND EVEN MORE INTENSE OH MY GOD SWEETHEART Y’all ever get into a show because you keep seeing one character that catches your interest, and you keep seeing them pop up on your dash or wherever until you finally decide ‘well fuckit, this is the asshole that’s gonna get me to finally watch the show’, cause you’re already invested in them anyway? Genos did that for me with OPM. If this fool didn’t exist Who knows how long it would’ve taken me to get to watching OPM, if ever. And shit like this is why I STILL love him. I usually move on to new faves 90% of the time but nope. Genos earned his spot and is keeping it. Look at this insane shit. My heart. Uhg

Enough gushing asdfghjkl ok but Genos, you just went INTO THE DAMNED THING’s STOMACH,,,,, and you’re SURPRISED that there’s STOMACH ACID?? But real talk. What the EVERLONG FUCK is that thing’s insides made out of? How did it NOT DIE. the FuCK

asdfghjkl Phoenixman’s chuckle???? I love 

Oh Bang no, this is wrenching my heart like I know that he doesn’t actually use his power but its built up so intensely like,,, would he be ok if he did??? and actually more concerningly since it even WAS brought up that he has some hidden true strength, will we EVER get to see that??? Oh Shit well when they word it as “All the power left to me in this life” then yeah, that seems pretty life or death ish???? THE FUCK 

Oh thank god comedic relief is here I feel like i’m about to have a heart attack my chest is so tight hhhhhh ok breathe WAIT THIS ISNT COMEDIC THIS IS BADASS AS HELL JEEZUS witht he flashbacks to the Saitama encounter and THIS LOOK

The Anime is really fucking with the audience huh??? Making it look like KIngs about to throw hands like???????????? OH SHIT AND THIS MUSIC IS DOPE AS HELL TOO IM JUST laughing I have so much excessive energy right now???

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHZAHAHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASDFGHJKLJHGFDSWERTGYHUIUJHGFDFGHJKJHGFRE THE FUKKIN SONG THEY BROUGHT IT BACK THE ULTIMATE SONG I GOT THREE NOTES IN JUST THREE NOTES AND I KNOW IM SCREAMING I GOTTA GO RUN BRB 

IM STILL SCREAMING FADFJSAGFJDSLKAHVFSKLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA OUR MAIN MAN THERE HE IS THERE HE IS IM GONNA THROW UP 

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

OH MY FUCK THATS WHAT THE OPENING SEQUENCE EXPLOSION WAS FROM OH GOD OH FUCK BEAUTIFUL THIS IS BEAUTIFUL OH FUCK OH GOD 

The REPRISE oh no oh NO OH NO OH NO NO ITS NOT OVER im not ready its not I cant no no no i dont want to press play cause if I press play it will end soon no no no Oh my god and at the end there isnt gonna be a title card for the next episode because THERE IS NO NEXT EPISODE no non o nonononon on on on ono no no no 

NO 

HEY IVE BEEN RIPPED OFF. WHERES THE FACE WITH HIS HAIR BLOWN BACK??? ASDFJKL fine I cant even be mad everything else was tooo  ofdbghjfshkggfhsjgbfhjka

KING WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT REACTION ASDFGHJKL W H A T 

WAIT THEY ARE DOING THE OPENING THEME AT THE END NO I CANT HANDLE SEEING EVERYOONE NOW OF ALL TIMES GOD DAMNIT WHY ok yknow what. I knew it would be king. I dont know how but i did 

Wha

wh

fkin cliffhanger no please no 

I.. I’m kind of at a loss for words. I’m. That’s it, huh? It’s really over. It doesn’t FEEL over. There’s so much unfinished business. Well, the only way to really neatly wrap everything up as neatly as S1 did would have been to get ALL THE WAY through the Garou arc, which obviously wasn’t going to happen, but this is not a great spot to leave off if we’re going to endure another few years hiatus. My hope is that, with biweekley manga updates, we should wrap up the Monster Association/Garou stuff (assuming it doesn’t diverge from the web comic too much) some time next year, and I’m HOPING that s3 is already being planned accordingly along side manga publications. So MAYBE it will at least be announced around that time 2020. That’s my wishful thinking at least. I don’t think I can survive 3 years. anyway

You could really tell JC Staff poured their hearts and souls into these last 2 episodes. Absolutely gorgeous, paced well, so completely satisfying and making every second of s2 worth while. For me, at least. I’ve already seen people still complaining and I’m just sorry they didn’t have as much fun as I did. 

Seriously, thank each and every one of you guys. This has been a wild ride, I’ve barely had this blog a few weeks before season 2 started airing (and honestly just got into opm maybe a month before that?), so I owe a lot of the success on the blog to the anime I bet. This was the first series I’ve never tried live bogging, and I honestly can’t believe that they were as popular as they were? Especially since I never have any idea what I’m doing but yall listen to me ramble anyway?? Yall are crazy thank you so so so much. Now my tuesdays are gonna feel really empty… next week is gonna be weird as hell. Though I’m gonna get mad nostalgic good vibes rewatching this season in the future in no small part from sharing my experience with everyone who's stuck around. I can’t say see yall next week this time, but, see you next season whenever it may be for sure.

[nb-octopus-writes]

Masterpost of Oneshots

A masterpost of everything under the tag #oneoff

[Masterpost of Chaptered Stories]

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Tom and Reggie Oneshots [AO3] [dA]

Fluff-Angst rating: Fluffy.

Main tag: #Tom and Reggie [Chronological link]

Additional tags: #gt (for the vorish stories:) #noms #mouthplay #foodplay

Summary:

A collection of standalone short stories, which can be read in any order.

Tom (human, they/them) and Reggie (6″ tiny, he/him) are housemates and excellent friends, who often get up to shenanigans. Sometimes these are vorish shenanigans. (It never goes beyond mouthplay, however.)

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Humans are Weird Oneshots

Main tag: #aliens [Chrono link]

Summary: Assorted short stories with humans and aliens interacting. These can also be read in any order.

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In Which a Giant Wizard Noms a Firewitch

wordcount: 5 K

fluff-angst rating: Fluffy

tags: #mystic woods #enchanted forest chronicles #gt #noms #gift fic #vore scientist

Summary: Aji, a young firewitch, stumbled across the tower of Evil Giant Yonah HaEsh while lost in the Mystic Woods, and was desperate enough to offer a trade of tastings for a night’s lodging. A gift for @vore-scientist​.

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Names

wordcount: 318

tags: #poetry #rose #elsewhere university

Summary: A poem about being trans and the power names hold. also the fae but they’re more of a backdrop.

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Shadow Wolf

wordcount: 586

fluff-angst rating: Fluffy

tags: #sanders sides #werewolf au #a dire situation #recursive fic #lefaystrent

Summary: A brief fanfic of @lefaystrent​’s A Dire Situation in which Roman and Virgil have more powers in addition to being werewolves.

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Public Transportation [AO3] [dA]

wordcount: 3.7 K

fluff-angst rating: So cute and fluffy.

tags: #sanders sides #gt

Summary: Patton finally convinced Logan to take him to work with him, via the bus.

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Cold-Blooded [AO3] [deviantArt]

wordcount: 1.2 K

fluff-angst rating: Absolutely adorable.

tags: #sanders sides

Summary:

Local snek searches for warmth, finds it in an unexpected place.

A little side-fic for a wip I’m working on.

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Ace Up My Sleeve [AO3] [deviantArt]

wordcount: 1.3 K

fluff-angst rating: Pretty fluffy. A tiny bit of nervousness, but primarily fluff.

tags: #sanders sides #gt #prompted fic #infinimay

art tag: #aums art

Summary:

Being small means you get cold faster.

Written as a response to a prompt from @infinimay: Nobody ever said that ‘Ace up my sleeve’ should be literal, and yet here we are! -Fin🐌

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Matryoshka [AO3] [deviantArt] (👅)

wordcount: 2.5 K

fluff-angst rating: all fluff.

tags: #sanders sides #gt #noms #mouthplay #foodplay

Summary: Remus really likes vore, and the other Sides aren’t exactly averse to it. Safe, soft, willing vore, with foodplay and mouthplay. Pred/prey Remus, Prey Logan, Pred Patton.

Written after a tss vore brainstorming session with @that-prey-lounge.

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Sizeshifter Smut [AO3] [deviantArt]

wordcount: 6.9 K

fluff-angst rating: I’d say “pure fluff” except that I’m reasonably certain that by definition, smut and fluff are mutually exclusive. Emotions-wise, though, it’s cute and sweet the whole way through!

tags: #mature #explicit #gt

Summary: Three boyfriends, two sizeshifters, one bed. A whole lotta fun.

Note: If you couldn’t guess from the title, this story contains mature content. By clicking the link, you certify that you are aware of this and are of an appropriate age to be interacting with this story.

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A Very Unusual Visitor [AO3] [deviantArt]

wordcount: 2.2 K

fluff-angst rating: fluffy!

tags: #gt #sanders sides #recursive fic #kieraelieson #Tiny Tenants

Summary:

I really love @kieraelieson’s Tiny Tenants AU, and the other day, I sent her an ask: you know what. I am filled with soft gt longing. I want to be tiny and friends with your Tiny Tenants Logan. I want him to hold me and fiddle gently with me and let me sleep in his pocket. Virgil’s got a good thing going on here!

This is a story about that. More or less.

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The Bandaid [AO3] [deviantArt]

wordcount: 358

fluff-angst rating: fluffy

tags: #sanders sides #moxiety

Summary:

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Virgil helps Patton rip off the bandaid…

literally.

Gastric (👅)

Wordcount: 1K

Fluff/Angst Rating: All Fluff

tags: #noms #oneoff #gt

summary: It’s Vore Day! Despite being Cass’s pred for some time, Ernest knows none of the vocabulary. Cass recites a poem she wrote.

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Mastication Concentration (👅)

Wordcount: 2.9 K

Fluff/Angst Rating: Not really either?

tags: #noms #gt #sanders sides

summary: Logan usually chews gum while he studies, but today he is out. Remus volunteers to take its place.

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Boops Deferred

Wordcount: 841

Fluff/Angst Rating: Fluffy

tags: #sanders sides

Summary: Patton wants to boop. Logan’s busy

for @kieraelieson

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There’s a Snake in My Butt!

Wordcount: 3.1 K

Summary: You’ve heard of elf on the shelf, now get ready for Janus in an anus!

tags: #mature #explicit #gt #sanders sides

Remus talks Janus and Patton into doing some kinky stuff with him.

Note: This fanfic is rated mature and explicit. By clicking the link and progressing into the fic, you are agreeing that you recognize this fact and are of an appropriate age to be reading it.

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Secret Shifter

Wordcount: 3.1 K

tags: #secret shifter #gt #cutetinyartist #gift exchange #gift fic

Summary: Sam has a secret. A big secret. Or maybe it’s a really little secret…

A gift for @cutetinyartist ​for the @secret-shifters ​gt gift exchange!

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Chocolate Kisses

Wordcount: 870

Tags: #sanders sides #intrulogical #dukexiety

Summary: Remus gives his boyfriends some kisses

[northern-magpie]

being a new writeblr means I have to actually post my writing here, right? ^^; I tend to do a lot of writing sprints, so it'll mostly be short pieces, but I'm working my way up 💪

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The petals of an iris, a marble clear enough to see through, a candle that remains unlit, and a clear night sky is what was said to keep you safe if you decide to walk the woods alone. Rose petals attracted the faeries, not the ones you wanted around, anyway, and different coloured marbles were said to tempt the changing paths between the trees, the colours signifying things in a language only the trees understood. No one talks about what happens if you were to light the candle you brought, mainly because no one quite knows what happens. Those who do light their candle come back speaking a language unknown to anyone else, unable to communicate through voice nor letters, imprisoned by their own recklessness.

A cloudy night is what ends up fucking over Delena.

"Clear night my ass," she mutters, carefully stepping over roots and stones toying with her feet as she navigates the paths. The sweet moonlight that guided her as she entered the woods was now shying away behind clouds made threatening only by the fading light. The candle and marble were clutched in her hands, the petals carefully tucked away in the capsule attached to her belt. She sidestepped a particularly large stone that hadn't been there before and side-eyed the moon above her.

"If this turns out to just be a way to make me review my life choices, its a shit choice. I'm sorry about what happened in Makkai! I have erred in my ways, I admit that much!" Delena throws her hands out on either side of her before letting them drop and lowering her voice. "If Shuri had maybe given me a warning that bartering wasnt appreciated in the markets then that whole fight could've been avoided, but no, she thought my language barrier was funny. And if you can't argue with words, well..." her fist didn't ache anymore, but that satisfying feeling of punching the sneer off of the shopkeepers face still lingered. The humor of the memory didn't reach her, however, and she stopped walking to watch the rest of the moon get swallowed by the clouds stretching out above her.

The silence of the woods deafened her. No living being dared to awaken what may slumber in the shadows beneath the trees, and Delena let out a slow exhale as her eyes slid from tree to tree.

Okay. So what if the woods wouldn't let you leave unless the sky was clear? It's no skin off of her back. She'd find a nice spot to camp out, maybe find some berries, make a fire so she could boil water from the river and make a stew. Vegetarian, granted, because eating the animals from the woods gives side effects that Delena would rather not experience at this current moment. She glanced at her candle, annoyance in her eyes as she tucked it into her pocket. The weight of it taunted her as she started forward along the path in search of firewood.

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a short time later finds Delena standing on the edge of a river, a scowl on her face and her feet slowly dripping water onto the grass beneath her. Like everything else in the woods, the river ran silently, leading Delena to walk full speed into it before quickly backtracking to stand at its side. Her arms were wrapped around the few sticks she broke off of the trees she passed, the curves and edges of them digging into her forearm as she squinted to the other side of the water.

Swimming was out of the question. She didn't even know where the water was flowing from, and wasn't too keen on finding out where it was flowing to. Her socks clung to her feet as she turned back to the trees, water seeping out from her boots.

"Alright. At least you're not being a complete prick. Thanks for the water, asshole! Way to try and make the best of a bad situation! At least I won't die of dehydration, so I can die from whatever beasts you have hidden here! Thanks a lot!" Ignoring the squish that accompanied her every step, Delena took long strides along the bank, keeping herself sandwiched between the woods and the river. She narrowly missed a low hanging branch that seemed to reach for her as she passed and took a step closer to the water, eyeing the trees. She wasn't quite sure what she was looking for. Despite her planning earlier, she knew a fire would only act as a waypoint leading anything and everything to her location. Survival? What's that? Delena only knows how to serve herself up with herbs and garlic to whatever happens to find her first.

No, no fires tonight. The sticks in her arms were acting more as a security than anything else. They wouldn't do much in a fight, but feeling the wood in her hands and the ground passing beneath her as she walked made it easier for her to pretend that she was in control of the situation.

That small blanket of security was ripped away as something moved in the trees just behind her.

She closed her eyes as a sigh escaped from her nose. She didn't have the time nor the energy nor the motivation to deal with whatever seemed to be tracking her. It was probably some little squirrel, anyway. Small with a big fluffy tail. Maybe a couple of buck teeth. carrying some nuts back to its home to eat. Roasted nuts, with some spices for flavour and a warm cup of tea...

Delena's thoughts turned their backs to the danger for a moment, following the train of thought fueled by her increasing hunger. Her thumb rubbed the end of one of the sticks as she focused herself. A quick glance behind her showed exactly what she expected to see: masses of shadows distinguished only by the faint wisps of light that managed to sneak passed the cloud cover. No movement, no threat. Delena wasn't dumb enough to actually believe that, but she refused to let her concern show on her face. Annoyance was easier.

"Yeah, sculk in the shadows like you always do! Cowards can't even muster up enough energy to actually make an appearance, no wonder no one's afraid of you! Can't be afraid of something you don't know, now can you?" a small part of her mind recognized that yelling into the woods was as sure a way to attract creatures as a fire would've, but a larger part of her didn't care. "Go on, follow behind where you belong. don't think I'm going to spend my time playing the damsel in distress. If you do decide to show you probably butt-ugly face to me, just know that I've got a mean fucking backhand and I'm not afraid to use it on your sorry ass!"

The trees, as trees tend to do, said nothing. The rustling had stopped the moment she had stopped walking, and didn't return even as she continued to walk.

"Afraid of me, are you? Yeah, you should be. I'm not going to lay down and die even if you begged me to." She glanced around again, searching for any sign of life, and noticed that the ground to her right appeared to be solid. She opened her eyes wide, trying to see into the shadows that we're slowly lengthening around the trees. When she saw nothing, she broke off a piece of one of the sticks and tossed it out, listening for a splash or a sign that the river was still by her side.

She was met with only the soft scrape as the branch landed on a rock. Delena cursed and began walking to her right, pushing branches out of her way.

"could've sworn it was right beside me," she muttered. The trees only grew thicker around her as her feet (now damp, not dripping) carried her forward.

She walked. and walked. She continued to break off pieces of her sticks and toss them in front of her every few feet, hoping to avoid any more surprises, but the river was nowhere to be found.

Seconds passed. Then minutes. She continued her trek forward.

It was the slow roll of the fog surrounding her feet that was the catalyst for her annoyance.

"Okay, okay you know what? Fuck it! Fuck you and your creepy-ass stalking gig! If you're so scary why don't you come and face me, cause your strategy now is not working!" Delena spun on her heels, the fog swirling around the sudden movement like leaves caught in the wind, and glared at the line of trees. The path she had forged moments ago was gone, and even without looking she knew that the trees had closed in at her back. She knew that if she walked forward, the woods would part for her.

She wasn't trapped, but it felt like she was.

"You can't keep me here! Screw your dark and spooky aesthetic!" She yanked the candle from her pocket along with the single match she brought with her. With a quick flick, the match lit and she held it up near the candle until it caught. Tossing the match aside, she held the candle in front of her.

The noise that had followed her since the moons dissapearance returned almost as soon as the match hit the ground. A rustle of the leaves, then a chattering sound that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. The fog to her left shifted, and she swung her hand around in a large arc, mindful of the small flame, and peered into it. It looked exactly the same as every other damn set of trees in the woods. As Delena looked more closely at one of the trees and the one next to it, she realized that they were in fact the same. Literally. Her eyes tracked over the identical swirls of wood and buds of leaves, and her heartbeat picked up just slightly.

How far had she actually walked? Did she even cover any distance, or had the woods just shifted around her, keeping her in place? She glanced to her right and saw the faint flashes of moonlight reflected in the river, still bubbling and flowing silently. The feeling of anxiety kicked in her chest as she struggled to remember the direction that she had come from.

The chattering was directly in front of her now.

Her gaze darted from branch to identical branch, then dropped to the ground as the fog parted, and her eyes fell on a small creature, bushy tail twitching.

Her shoulders dropped as the tension left them, her heart beating less forcefully. She squatted down and watched the squirrel as it sat and chattered at her.

"Damned woods are messing with my head," she said. "were you the one making me all nervous? you're no threat, you little cutie."

The squirrel was motionless save for its tail, twitching in a repeating pattern behind it. It's eyes stared at her. Delena straightened up and watched as the small flame in front of her wavered uncertainly. The squirrel remained where it was, and Delena frowned. She took a step closer and watched as the squirrels tail hesitated for just a moment before resuming it's pattern. She walked until she stood less than a foot away, and still the squirrel didn't move.

Her eyes followed the length of the tail, and then further out as she realized that something was attached to the end of it, jerking up and down. A black tendril bobbed and weaved backwards as it drags the squirrels body into the shadows, and Delena can see the glint of fangs as the creature draws its lips back and steps into the clearing.

It's body is patchy, matted fur covering it's shoulders and hips while it's stomach and back showed skin stretched tight and dusted with dirt. Its tail retracted, now hanging the squirrel in the air, almost taunting her, the horrible grating chattering sound still erupting from the creatures jaws. the faint light of the candle catches the strong curve of its jaw, the full blackness of it's eyes, the flash of tongue peeking out from where two of its teeth had been chipped. Delena's body begs her to scramble backwards, but she forces her feet to move slowly as she steps back. One foot, then the other, until she feels a brush of leaves against her hair. The noise was deafening now, worming it's way into her head, and she could feel a pressure building behind her eyes. Her breathing hitched, and she backed up further into the trees, the creature in front of her taking slow calculated steps, not advancing on her but keeping the distance between them steady. Delena can feel the woods pulling around her, adjusting to her slow retreat backwards, and she makes a quick decision.

With a quiet huff, she extinguishes the flame, and the two of the are cast into darkness.

The chattering stops immediately.

Keeping the clearing and the creature in front of her and hoping to whatever God would be the most merciful, Delena steps backwards into the shadows.

[misfitofalifetime-blog]

Venus signs and their aesthetics (f)

αяιєѕ~ Red tank top, boxer briefs and messy hair. тαυяυѕ~ Oversized grey tshirt, high waist shorts and blue sneakers. gємιиι~ Floral yoga pants lol, skinny of any colour, pony tail and bare feet. ¢αи¢єя~ Short dress of any colour, loose hair, lots of jewellery and wedges. ℓєσ~ Red jumpsuit, gold jewellery, black silouhette heels, dark brown lipstick and straightened hair. νιяgσ~ Long floral dress, heels of any colour, light make up and a messy bun. ℓιвяα~ A stripey long sleeved tee with a pink flared tutu (lol), pink sneakers, black lipstick and high pony tail. ѕ¢σяρισ~ Black long sleeved blouse, short floral skirt, black stockings, black kitten heels, black velvet choker, gypsy earrings, red lipstick, black nail polish, liner and eye shadow. ѕαgιттαяιυѕ~ Hoodie of any colour, ripped jeans, loosely braided hair, tattoos if possible and black combat boots. ¢αρяι¢σяи~ Velvet bottoms, laced crop top, braided piggy tails, dark makeup and gold boots. αqυαяιυѕ~ PJs with those fluffy bunny slippers coz why not. ριѕ¢єѕ~ Overalls, white butt-shorts, flower crown, bare feet and no makeup.

[tisfan]

Okay but rereading the asshole cat tony and wolf Bucky makes me reallllllly want that rabbit chasing scene because IT WOULD BE SO CUTE AND I NEED IT AFTER BEING REMINDED OF WHAT YOU DID TO BOTH OF THEM! If you had the time, could you write that? Pretty please?

shi-toyu said:I hope I’m putting this in the right place… The prompt for your Also Prey fic! Would you consider writing the scene where Bucky and Tony go out hunting together and Tony chases the rabbits to Bucky? Because I’m just imagining Bucky getting distracted watching Tony’s butt wiggle as he prepares to pounce and its ADORABLE! Also, anything involving more exasperation on Sam’s part.

First, They Must Catch You

Tonyparked the car just on the far side of the Great Swamp refuge.

A falcon circled overhead, thendove, nearly dive-bombing Bucky, who did a tuck-and-roll, coming up under theshelter of a tree. “Asshole,” he swore, brushing dirt off his pants.

The bird did another loop andlanded on the split-rail fence, talons biting into the ancient wood, thenshifted in a blur of feathers until Sam was sitting there, grinning that gap-toothedsmile. “You know you looked like a dumbass with your head out the window thewhole trip, right?”

Bucky restrained himself fromsnarling, the itch of shifting built at the base of his spine. “Not as dumb asyou looked, eatin’ mid-shift.” That was playing dirty, and Bucky knew it, butthey’d gotten an Assemble call when Sam’s falcon had a mouthful of pigeon. He’dshown up for the villain of the day with feathers still stuck to his shirt. AndClint had wandered around the Tower for the next three days singing Poisoning Pigeons in the Park.

Sam pulled out a camera from one ofhis myriad pockets in those hideous pants he liked to wear. “Thus, witness!” Heheld the camera up to his eye and took a photo. “Gonna catch y’all on film,catchin’ bunnies.”

Tony circled the car and came up onBucky’s side. “Buzz off, bird-brain,” Tony said; the way his hips were moving,Bucky could just imagine his tail lashing from side to side. “Or I might forgetwhat I’m hunting.”

Sam lowered his shades to give Tonya particularly scathing look. “Friends don’t eat friends,” Sam said.

Tony’s eyebrow went up. “Well, ifthey’re particularly good friends–” he started and Sam made a groaning, horrifiedsound.

“I don’t wanna know anything moreabout you and the Winter Smolder’s sex life.”

“So, go away,” Tony said, flappinghis hands at Sam.

“No can do,” Sam said. “You two aregoing to be distracted. I’ll keep an aerial view, just to be on the safe side.No one needs more POW time.”

Bucky sighed. That was Steve’sidea. And he wasn’t sure that he blamed Steve; all of them had had experiencesbeing captured or attacked while out on their own. But it wasn’t like Tony andBucky weren’t going to watch out for each other.

And it put his other plans,of rolling his boyfriend around on a grassy knoll somewhere, on hold.

Tony was already shedding a lot ofhis clothing – every wyr could take some items with them when they shifted,but the smaller forms sometimes got bogged down in it. Bucky was personallyamazed that Sam could shift into a flying form wearing full combat armor; andthen saddened, because it meant Sam had a lot of practice with quick-shifting.Of course, hanging out with Steve “Captain” Rogers had a way of doing that to aperson. Always had to have one eye open when you loved that little punk, and itwasn’t like Steve had relaxed any since taking a seventy year nap.

There was a simple blur and thenthe black cat was stropping around Bucky’s legs, twinning in between his calvesand purring fit to beat the band.

“Awww,” Sam cooed, climbing downoff the fence and holding out his index finger. Tony flattened his ears andhissed, going from cute-kitten to halloween demon in about three seconds. ButSam just kept his finger level and Bucky could feel the tension as Tony triedto resist, but eventually bounced over to Sam and touched the end of Sam’soutstretched hand with his nose. Tony allowed Sam to rub his ears and thenthrew himself into the dirt at Sam’s feet, rolling over to show off his belly.

“Don’t do it,” Bucky cautioned.“That’s a trap.”

“Tony’s not going to claw me up,”Sam said. Optimist.

Bucky shook his head. “It’s yourskin, man.” He let the burning at the base of his spine spread, pulling himselfup and in, shifting slow and easy. He always felt like changing forms wassimilar to waking up in the morning, a stretch and a yawn and the sense thatthere was a whole new day ahead of him. By the time he was done, he sat down onhis haunches, panting.

(mobile readers, more below the cut, or read the whole fic on A03)

Sam, who’d decided not to risk Tony’stemperament, was teasing the cat with a bit of long-grass, getting Tony to batat it, despite his best intentions.

Bucky stayed sitting; in their wyrforms, they were both still human, still capable of reason, but everything wasjust a little more… intense. Tony always needed a moment to adjust, to preparehimself to be so close to such a large predator.

Finally, Tony stopped playing withSam and strolled over, keeping his gaze averted until the last moment, when hestopped dead in front of Bucky and blinked a few times. Slow. Winked one eye,then the other.

Bucky nodded his huge head, thenlowered his nose until he was eye level with Tony. It was so hard to resist theurge to go totally canine, sniffing and nipping at his boyfriend until theywere rolling around, but Tony was too small for that. Also, Bucky really wantedto lick him, but the last time he’d given into that urge,Tony had bristled with offense, dripping wet with canine saliva and woundeddignity.

Bucky got to his feet; Tony wouldlead him to a good blind spot and they’d go hunting.

Well, except that Sam was stillbeing a dick. Bucky barely got a glimpse of something bright and flashingbefore a speck of light appeared against his quicksilver leg and Tony fucking pounced onhim, front legs wrapping around the limb, tail lashing furiously.

Laser pointer? Really?

Bucky lifted his muzzle and glared,wanting to snarl, but not wanting to frighten Tony, either.

Sam raised the camera with his freehand and snapped a few pictures before Tony realized that the evil red dot hadvanished and sheepishly let go of Bucky’s leg.

Tony put on his air ofI-meant-to-do-that and sauntered past Sam without looking at him. Bucky made todo the same, but when he got closer, he couldn’t resist his urges any longerand extended a long, very wet, tongue, and licked Sam from chin to temple,practically laughing in his face when Sam all but shoved his hand in Bucky’smouth, trying to push him away.

“Ug, man, you’re gross,” Samcomplained. “An’ you get to explain t’ Steve why you’re kissin’ me.”

Bucky treated Sam to a view of hisretreating tail as he put his nose to the ground and followed the scent of Tonyout into the fields.

He found the blind, because Tonyhad rolled around in the little hollow just on the leeward side of a hill,getting his scent everywhere. It would probably be a few minutes, at least,until he was chasing rabbits in Bucky’s direction, so Bucky took theopportunity to revel in Tony’s scent, to scrub his back in the grass and gethimself nice and coated in it. Drenched in the smell of Tony. He wanted toraise his muzzle and howl with triumph.

Two rabbits darted across his path;Bucky waited until they were past to give chase, getting a noseful of theirstrictly animal status. Not that he thought Tony would flush something sentientin front of him, but it was always best to be sure. Sometimes Bucky’s owninstincts got away from him when he started the chase.

He let his paws hit the ground,toenails digging into the soft soil. Bucky could run for days, just for the joyof running, the freedom of it. On the other paw, lunch.

It was over quickly; Bucky got tothe rabbit before it could dive into the warren tunnels and with a quick snapof his jaw, caught it up, shook it.

He was laying down with his kill,ripping into it with relish, when Tony bounded out of the woods, stopping justoutside Bucky’s lunging range, unwilling to tempt a wolf that had its danderup, so to speak.

Bucky wagged his tail a few timesagainst the ground, thumping it welcomingly.

Much to his surprise, instead ofcoming over to partake of wild rabbit, Tony crouched low to the ground, goldeneyes locked on… Bucky’s tail?

Bucky let his mouth loll open in awolfy grin and shifted his tail again, turning his attention back to lunch asif he hadn’t noticed. Wag. Wag.

Tony crouched low, chin almost onhis front paws. His tail lashed a few times.

Wag. Bucky kept his muzzle pointed away, watching Tony from the cornerof one eye.

And there went the butt; the tailswishing hard until Tony’s whole backside was swinging from side to side as heprepared to pounce. Twitch. Twitch.

Damn, that was so cute,Bucky could hardly resist. He thumped his tail one last time and Tony gave in,bouncing across the grass and attacking Bucky’s tail, hind feet kicking at theplush fur when he landed. Bucky tolerated the little fluffy menace until Tonygot a little too enthusiastic with the claws and Bucky whirled to nip playfullyat Tony’s hindquarters. Tony immediately released Bucky’s tail, rubbed up underBucky’s chin, purring up a storm.

Bucky nuzzled at his tiny boyfriendfor a moment before nosing at the remains of the rabbit, pushing a bit of foodat Tony. Tony, catlike in every way, sniffed it dubiously before deciding tohonor Bucky’s kill by taking a bite.

The rabbit didn’t last long, andbefore long, Tony was grooming his face meticulously, licking at his front pawand scrubbing over his ears. Bucky whumped over on his side, letting his tailwag contentedly.

From that position, Bucky couldwatch the sky and saw a shadow against the sun, circling them. Sam, keepingwatch.

Tony climbed up Bucky’s side andsettled on his shoulder, front paws kneading biscuits in Bucky’s fur. Buckytapped Tony with his nose, blinked a few times, and settled back into the grass.

Well fed, well loved, and lookedafter. Bucky let his eyes drift shut and slept.

Title from Richard Adam’s lovely story, Watership Down. Which is about rabbits, and forgive me for being a little demented, but when someone asked for a rabbit hunting fic, that was the first thing I thought of…

“All the world will be your enemy, Prince of a Thousand enemies. And when they catch you, they will kill you. But first they must catch you…”

[tmntl0verthings]

Loving him was Red (Lemon)

(There's a good chance for misspellings. I apologize in advance, I'll edit it later.)

"I could be your favorite song, turn me up, turn me on, I could be your favorite soongg. Play me all night long"

Raphael pushed you up against his brick wall inside his bedroom as the smell of rum lingering from his tongue rolled off onto your lips to taste. His back hunched over to reach your level of height as your hands were on his palstron while eyebrows rose over your closed eyes. You felt him as his hands lowered to pick you up by your butt and then walked away from the wall. He lifted you up so your legs were on his shoulders and your lips were on his lips as your back was hunched over with your cold hands cupping his jaw. 

He gently plopped you on his bed. your legs leg go his shoulders and relaxed while your bodies realigned only to bring his chest plate press against your diaphragm. His lips Kissed yours passionately once to then take them away and start a trail going down your jaw; your collar bone and then he stopped to glare up at you with his green eyes illuminated by the translucent lighting making the room looker amber. You looked straight into them to see Gold flakes and you swore you even saw some red in them. He lifted himself up using his hands making him look animalistic. his eyes only looked at you like you were some kind of prey for him to bite into but..it wasn't scary or creepy. it was something else, More of a turn on. He crawled up ontop of you using his knees ontop of the bed for support so he doesn't crush you. He crawled his hands underneath your black shirt to feel pleasure from your warm waist in his hands to lean himself down to move your shirt with his thumb to kiss your belly then your beautyLine that runs down your stomach to then lean up to kiss your lips as his hands crumpled your shirt in his one hand and was pulling on it from the intensity he was feeling. You could hear the elastic stitches popping making him lean off of you and let go of your shirt. "Sorry." his deep throated voice cracked. "no its ok..but just wondering..are you able to rip this shirt in two?" you asked curiously "Why? you want me too." he rose a brow with a smirk. "kinda.." you shyly admitted as you bit your bottom lip looking away to the look back at him. He then grabbed your shirt on each side as you watched his muscles flex to pull your shirt apart. you heard the threads and elastic Break and snap as cold winds hit your breasts hidden under your Grey bra. The ripped shirt was in half as you slipped your arms out of it. Your eyes looked at him as he held your shirt in his hands "Did that do anything for ya?" he asked curious; you nodded with a semi gaped open mouth as you breathed out air. he smiled as he leaned down throwing the shirt somewhere else in the room and putting his hands on the bed as put each of his hands on yours as your fingers entangled with each others. You felt him take charge over you as you somehow felt protected in this state. You looked at his jaw line; his pouty lips; his eyes..his beautiful green encrusted eyes with gold polished all over them like seal. You melted as you felt his hot breath hit your breasts as he leaned down to kiss your chest. His Thick tongue hugged your neck as he licked up to your jaw and sucked at your neck making your head softly lean back onto the bedding. Your eyes closed as your teeth showed under your parted lips. He mentally smirked as he Then moved his hand down your Thigh squishing it in his grasp. you whimpered slightly as Your grip upon his Arm squeezed slightly But you didn't wanna dig your nails into his skin. He started kissing your shoulder, Your collar bone, in between your breasts that were locked inside a Grey Prison (bra). he slipped his hand under you as you arched your back allowing permission. He unhooked your bra in a cinch. He removed his hand from your back and grabbed it into a Clinched fist and tore it from your limbs. your arms fell onto the bedding comfortably as He looked at them for the first time. He messaged them in both hands even though they Engulfed em'. He leaned down and smooshed them together as the nipples hugged. He rolled his tongue around them icing them in his addictive saliva that's almost poisonous. He sucked on them keeping his tongue away from them. You moaned loudly making you bite your hand to keep it all in. He sucks one last Hard Long suck before letting go making your boobs bounce as they reset themselves. He Licked his lips like a dog as he crawled up to you with one hand. He pressed his lips against yours as he moved his hand along your side. He slipped his hand under your skirt and pressed his one finger against your petals that were covered in cloth. But he could feel you saturated. "may i?" He asked as his deep throat voice vibrated from his body against yours. it sent two different kinds of shivers down your body; one down your spine and One down your legs. You nodded "Mhmm." you nervously agreed. "you sure?" he asked with a head tilt. You sucked in your bottom lip reconsidering it.. "yea.." you agreed Once again in a soft tone. He moved your panties to the side and slowly rubbed your outsides. You exhaled feeling really relaxed from such a thing. You closed your eyes as you then felt his lips touched your breasts and his tongue Wrapped around your nipple and sucked on it. You exhaled moans making him feel more confident. He slowly inserted his finger to feel your insides. So tight and warm. He was feeling turned on from the idea of him being inside of that. He took off his black cargo pants and slipped off his boxers. He slipped off your Skirt and panties. He could see all of you and you could see all of him along the firey Candle lit shadows. Every Muscles outline; every crevice in his shell highlighted in darkness. You laid there as he kneeled above you. He pounced down for his hand to catch him. He rubbed his dick against your outsides. It already felt good. "wait.." you stopped him. "whats wrong?" his slurred words spoke. "I um..Can you be gentle?" "Is this your first time or something?" You looked up to his ceiling then to him "yea kinda." You admitted. "i thought you've had sex before." "No. i haven't." He lifted your chin up with his one finger "I promise to be kind." he smiled thoughtfully as his eyes softened. You half smiled as you took his finger and kissed your lips with it once. You held his finger in your entire hand as he was entering you slowly. tears flowed down your face as you closed em'. You squeezed his finger in your grasp as you Hugged it to your chest. Then the pain was numbing but how is that possible? (Fact: Actually your Brain sends a chemical to your body so the pain is easier to endure whether you were stabbed or In this case, sex) You opened your tear filled eyes to see his Beautiful green eyes. "you okay?" he asked. His words were cake, sweet and fluffy. You nodded as a tear fled your eye. He slowly leaned up to kiss your lips soft and passionately at the same time. He thrusted Once slowly; you could feel it but it wasn't painful; or feel good either. It was just..there. You laid there waiting for some feeling. Pain? Pleasure? both? It was weird..Then For a split second; it felt really good. But it went away. he thrusted slowly and gradually. Your tears stopped a few minutes back as you felt him Wrap you into a hug; His forearms held your fragile body in an embrace as his Knees were in between yours. You could feel the hard edging of his Frontal shell brush passed your hips. It wasn't enough to Grind against your flesh to feel pain though. "You can go faster if you want." you breathed. He went two paces faster and that was enough to already giggle your body. It was starting to feel really good now. You could feel him; His warmth inside of you. A blush was growing on your face from the heat your body was producing. He set you down from his embrace onto the comforters. You sunk into the bedding as he Put your thighs in his hands as his speed increased. Pleasurable moans escaped your lips. Some were squeakier than others. He increased his speed ten fold. You could tell he was really enjoying himself. Its weird; raphael is the one thats the toughest; the roughest on his brothers for good reasons. And its weird and good to see him like this. Before you kinda saw him as a guy, a friend, a companion. And now its like; he's so much more. A Man that can really see you for who you are, and This being his first time too; its just wow. Almost mind blowing. ------- Sitting on the edge of the bed, Raphael had your legs in his grasp moving you up and down using his biceps while your insides engulfed him. You could feel his arms expand over and over which was seriously turning you on for some reason. You moaned and exhaled as He would make twitches in his leg or one arm as He the increased speed. It was like His thing almost. He wrapped his arms around your body holding you in place; Flipped over and pounded. He could feel your cheeks squish against his raw hips and he wasn't gonna lie; he liked the view. He laid his hands ontop of yours; his fingers made their way in between yours to where you were holding hands. 'we--we're holding hands. Is it possible he likes me more than he leads on. Or is this a one time thing.' His breath fell off your shoulder like a river as his Pouty lips Pressed onto your shoulder blade and Kissed it in the same spot. He dragged his heavy tongue along your blade, your shoulder, the crevice where your Neck and shoulder meet, Your neck to kiss and suck on it. His teeth didn't penetrate your skin but they were now scraping along your neck; you could feel his fangs that you always saw in his smiles. He made this weird creepy sound, One you've only heard in movies. It was like his Uvula was clicking. 'is this where predator got their noise from?' you wondered as your eyes were to afraid to see him at the moment. The noise went away as he brought his mouth away from you. 'No I can't bite her. It would kill her; the pain.' he commanded himself. You felt him grab your hips in his hands as he squeezed your hips feeling your soft flesh. He really started going in on it as your body went faster with each Push. You then felt him do one last pound. He slid himself out as he then moved his body to the right a little to aim his milk onto the pile of clothes. 'I can just throw those out.'

You two laid in the bed. You were asleep on your side under his blankets. He laid awake looking at you. His mask was off. his relaxed eyes watched you sleep as the candle had died an hour ago. He lit intense a little while ago that smells like sweet cinnamon. He exhaled as he lifted his hand to move the blanket more onto your shoulder; he softly glided his one finger along your cheekbone; He tucked his hand back to lay under his pillow that his head laid upon. 'I love you' were those three words he could never muster to say, but really wanted to. Badly. And now of all times, he really wanted to. Or was it only because you were unconscious. Why is it so hard. What if i just say it now, Maybe while she sleeps it can be a practice run for when i see her awake. "I love you" his scar-ed Lips spoke. You smile softly in a slumber state "raph.." you breathed. He didn't expect that... o.o His eyes opened up to a full awake state instead of relaxed. He scooted one over to Hold you in his arms. His laid his Head on top of yours as he smiled half way and closed his eyes for this stress free feeling that I guess people might call Love.

Dah end..

[theolddarkmachine]

Kingdom- Chapter Three

Gajeel has had the dream about dying for the blue haired girl for as long as he can remember. Which is weird, since he’s never met anyone with blue hair in his life.

Levy has always loved myths and legends. So much so, in fact, that she was currently getting her master’s in mythological studies.

What neither of them realized was that they were living a legend all their own.

AKA the one with a knight, a princess, and a curse that keeps bringing them together just to pull them apart.

When I started this chapter, I kinda hated it. Like a lot. But then I decided to sit on it for a couple days and rework it later, and now I actually quite like it. So I hope you guys like it too! I’m also really trying to push myself to just do more with my writing. Don’t really know how to explain what I’m trying to do with my style other than MORE but hoping you won’t mind all too much if I try to push things. You may have also noticed that I posted a different fic on here the other day. As I said in my About Me when I made this blog, this may not necessarily always be a strictly Gajevy fic blog, and it was the time lol While I will be splitting my time between two fics now, know this one still has priority, because 1) That’s what y’all deserve and 2) A lot of research has to be done for the other one that needs more time and thus it cannot be updated as often. if any of yall know more about yakuza than google hit a girl up lmao ANYWAY, thanks for reading, as always <3

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Unfortunately, it wasn’t the first time Gajeel had found himself in front of a speeding vehicle. It was the first time he wasn’t the speeding vehicle’s target though, which he was going to chalk up as a win. At least, as much of a win as it could be given it would also most likely end with him splattered across the pavement. Time seemed to stand still as he felt himself wonder how in the hell he had ended up there, throwing himself in front of a vehicle to save a stranger.

He’d awakened that morning with the usual groan and the familiar dread that spread through his chest from his dream. The amount of time it felt he was in the darkness of death was growing each day, and along with it the sense of despair. If he didn’t quite know better, he’d wonder if at some point he’d stop waking from it at all. A strong hand rubbed across his face in an attempt to brush the sleep-- and melodramatic thoughts for that matter-- from his eyes. It was fruitless to try and stay in bed, a fact he knew all too well, and loathed with every fiber of his being, so he pushed himself out of the nest of blankets and pillows and headed to the bathroom. The light flickered to life and illuminated the small space of the cramped room, reflecting off the mirror.

His reflection stared back at him, only it wasn’t him.

In his place stood a faceless shadow of a man, with burning red eyes that struck a spike of fear through his heart. Adorned in black armor, Gajeel felt a sense a familiarity as he took in the intricately carved dragon that curved across the breast plate and fixed him with a matching, angry gaze. It’s scales were outlined with flecks of gold, giving it a near regal look. Scratches ran all along the armor, each telling a story that he was certain he knew, and yet couldn’t quite remember. He was paralyzed under the glare of the red eyes as the darkness that was cast across the specter's face started to twist and fade.

As it dissipated it first revealed a mouth that was twisted into an unimpressed scowl, wild black hair, and then a glint of metal studs that stood out against the tanned skin. It felt as an icy hand gripped his heart, knocking the wind out of his lungs when he realized that standing before him, was a different version of himself. The crimson glare softened in his other self’s eyes as they sized each other up. Something about the way his mirror self was looking at him made Gajeel’s blood run cold. What was this? Everything felt so foreign and yet, just on the outreaches of his subconscious it felt as if the answer was there plain as day. He hadn’t realized he’d reached his hand out to touch the specter until his fingertips brushed the cold, smooth metal of the armor.

A heavy weight settled in the silence of the bathroom as the walls started to fall away from around them, leaving them standing in inky darkness. Shadowy tendrils licked across their skin as if they were trying to find a way to latch onto them. Slowly, holding Gajeel’s attention, his copy looked down towards his chest. A bright light started to spill from one of the scars on the breastplate located just over his other self’s heart, pushing back the shadows that had started to descend on the armor. Gajeel’s stomach turned at the sharp stab of despair that filled his gut causing the acrid taste of bile to rise in his throat. It felt almost like the feeling of the dream, only magnified tenfold, and suddenly he felt as if he was suffocating. His arms started to burn where the shadows started to stain his skin ebony with their touch. Everything hurt so much, and yet he couldn’t bring himself to look away from his mirror self.

A small, sorrow filled smile tugged at the corners of the reflection’s mouth as he looked up at Gajeel.

“Save her.”

The hollow voice carried the words through the darkness and as quickly as it had appeared, the vision was gone. Air burst into his lungs as he choked on the bitter despair. Gajeel had never thought he’d be so happy to find himself on the floor of his bathroom before as he breathed heavily, hungry gasps pulling in as much air into his lungs as they could.

“Who is she?” He tried to scream out to the vision, only succeeding in a breathless gasp that reached no one. Angrily, he punched his hand into the old tile of the bathroom floor, enjoying the sharp tang of pain that buzzed across the skin of his knuckles. Gajeel stared down at the skin of the fist, almost certain he would see the stain from the black shadows scrawled across his skin. Nothing but his usual tan clung to his complexion and relief blossomed in his chest. His mind raced in an attempt to piece together what had just happened. The obvious explanation was that he had still been half asleep when he’d made his way to the bathroom and found himself in a waking dream. Yet, as he grabbed the edge of the counter and pulled himself off the ground and eyed the mirror, he couldn’t help but feel like it had been a little too real.

Gajeel stared into his reflection as if trying to pull any evidence of the vision into being. A pang of heat seared across the left side of his chest. Over his heart, stood a slightly darker strip of flesh that was about four inches long. He’d had the strange birthmark all his life, and had never paid it any mind, and it had never given him any cause to. Rubbing it gently, he tried to shake the vision of the light that poured from the copy’s armor from his mind. After a few moments, he let out the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding and let his hand drop from the mark. A dream. That’s all it was.

The lie tasted bitter on his tongue.

Save her. Those two words kept swirling around in his head as if to taunt him. He didn’t know who she was, and yet he couldn’t help but feel who ever she was, she was connected to the blue haired princess from the dream. If only his damn dreams weren’t so cryptic, maybe he could actually fulfill their wish of saving her. His head was throbbing by the time he was able to uproot himself from where he stood in front of his bathroom mirror. A quick glance at his phone showed that he’d somehow lost about three hours to the vision and the subsequent mental freakout that followed. The thought that he could lose so much time without realizing it set him on edge.

Save her.

In an attempt at restoring normalcy and easing the pain that pulsed through his skull, Gajeel got into the shower, turning the heat of the water as high as it would go so the burning sting of the water would replace the confused thoughts swirling through his mind. After the spray ran cold, he wrapped his fluffy grey towel around his waist and padded back into the living area of his apartment. The cool air from the air conditioning raised the hair on his arms, but it was a welcome distraction as he made his way to the kitchen in search of food. The disappointing sight of the butt ends of some bread, three ketchup packets and a questionable bottle of what was once a cherry coke greeted him and his growling stomach.

“Great,” he snarled at the remnants of food before he slammed the door shut. This was shaping up to be a fantastic morning. The lack of food and his ever rising irritation was how he found himself outside, black leather jacket clinging to his frame as he thrust his hands deep into the pockets of his ripped blue jeans. Cool air burnt his lungs that still ached from the earlier deprivation of oxygen. Outside of his apartment and in the hustle and bustle of the city, the vision seemed more like a distant memory than something that had happened just earlier that morning. It wasn’t distant enough to let him relax, but at least he no longer felt like he was being haunted by phantom crimson eyes and shadows. It hadn’t been until he’d turned toward the street to cross that the incident entirely slipped his mind, because there just on the other side of where he stood was a shock a all too familiar blue hair.

Save her.

The words were a bit louder as his gaze settled upon her. She was the blue haired princess. He hadn’t ever actually seen her face in his dreams, but he knew that shade of blue, and every part of his body screamed with recognition. His breath caught in his throat as she looked up, her honey colored gaze meeting his crimson one. A pink blush brushed across her cheeks as she tightened her grip on the book that she’d had in her arms pressed against her chest.

Save her. The copy’s echoed through his mind as he continued to stare, unable to tear his gaze from her. She was the most beautiful person he had ever seen. It almost looked as if light radiated from her as she stood there on the street corner, hair held back with a bright yellow scarf and in a knee length green peacoat. He watched her as the light changed, signaling pedestrians to cross. His eyes followed her as she looked down at the street as she stepped down from the ledge. A loud blare of a horn finally broke him of his trance, and made time stop. Her head snapped up to look in the direction of the blare coming from the delivery truck that was barreling down the street, straight towards her and the intersection. He watched as she froze, mouth falling open as she stared straight into the grill of the truck that would inevitably hit her if she didn’t move.

Save her.

The words were a booming cry as they ordered him into action. Gajeel hadn’t ever moved so quickly in his life. What had started as a grocery run was now ending with him chasing death in the form of a nondescript white delivery truck. Willing his feet to move him as fast as they could to close the distance between them, he felt her solid form hit his chest as he closed his arms around her and used the momentum to throw them both out of the way. The last thing he heard was a scream, and the blare of the truck horn.

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All things considered, Levy thought being hit by a car would hurt more than it did. She’d noticed the vehicle racing towards her after it had already been too late, giving her just enough time to think about how Mirajane was going to kill her for getting one of her books destroyed. The blare of the horn deafened her and she screwed her eyes shut to the sound, the sight of the delivery truck’s grill burned into the back of her eyelids as the last thing she’d ever see. As she was hit, she felt a warmth encircle her as what felt like two arms wrapped around her waist. What should have felt like a violent and brutal twisting of bone and metal felt almost like the embrace of a lover. Her mind raced as it tried to catch up with what was happening. Maybe it’s shock, she thought to herself as she felt her back hit the ground. The breath in her lungs was pushed out violently with the force of the impact. At least that seemed about right for what was happening. A high pitched ringing filled her ears, almost drowning out the sound of the ragged breathing that was stirring the hair just at the shell of her right ear. Almost. Suddenly she was all too aware of the warm solid weight that was pressed against her chest, shoving the corners of the book she still clutched to her chest into her body. Her eyes shot open as she thrust her knee reflexively into the gut of the body that laid on top of her, capturing her between his body and the pavement. The motion was met with a loud and short grunt of pain as the man rolled off of her and onto the ground beside her.

“So that’s the thanks a guy gets, huh?” The stranger wheezed, staring up at the sky as his arms wrapped protectively around his middle. She felt her eyes widen as they traced his face, realizing that he was the man that had been across the street. Trying to stop from staring too long, she turned her attention to the scene around them. They were both laying safely on the sidewalk as curious bystanders started to gather around them to check on their wellbeing. Levy made note of the fact that the delivery truck seemed nowhere to be found.

“You alright?” His voice was still a bit breathless, but the stranger from across the street was now fixing his gaze on her once again. This close she could see that his eyes were endless pools of crimson. The metal in his eyebrow quirked in concern as she stared. Heat colored her cheeks as she hurriedly pushed herself up and set the book on her lap.

“I- I’m fine. Are you?” Levy’s voice sounded painfully squeaky, even to her own ears. Her heart was beating harder in her chest now than it had when she’d seen the vehicle baring down on her. Wait. “Did you- did you seriously just jump in front of a delivery truck?” Gleeful light danced in his eyes as the man also sat up, shooing away one particularly curious looking bystander that had gone to help him up.

“I think you technically jumped in front of it first,” he chuckled as he rubbed his ribcage. “I was fine until ya attacked me.” The smile that accompanied the statement made her mind run blank. Levy was certain she’d never seen this man before and yet something about the way he smiled at her felt like the most natural and familiar thing in the world. Something deep in her chest told her that she’d do anything to see him smile again.

“Why would you do that?” She heard herself ask, almost as shocked about the question as he seemed to be. A moment passed as he looked away from her.

“I don’t know.” It was almost a whisper, as if the answer wasn’t meant for her as the man questioned himself as to why he’d literally throw himself into traffic to save someone he didn’t know. As quickly as the confusion had crossed his face, it was gone as he looked back up at her as if he could pull the answer from her. The voices of the people surrounding them started to grow distant as they began to disperse after seeing that the couple was okay. The man started to standing, brushing the dirt from his jeans and making a low, disgruntled noise when he saw the scratches in the leather of his jacket from where his arms had dragged against the concrete. Levy watched as he shook his head and then held a hand out to her to help her stand. There was a beat before she took it, allowing herself to be pulled up from the ground. An electric shock shot up her arm from the touch, eliciting a gasp as goosebumps raced across her skin. His wide eyes said that the stranger had felt it as well. As soon as she was standing, he took his hand back, staring at it as he flexed his fingers and rubbed at the skin with his other hand.

This was the point where she would thank him for saving her, and he would say something lame like “You’re welcome” and then they would go their separate ways and never see each other again. That’s how it should go anyway, but her stomach flipped at the idea of letting him walk away. Something was so familiar about him. Being near him had felt like she’d found something she hadn’t even realized she’d lost, and the very idea of losing it again had her stomach in knots.

“What’s your name?” Levy’s voice wavered slightly as she fixed her honey gaze on him. He returned the gaze and the strange electrically charged air filled the space between them.

“Gajeel,” he answered simply after a moment of contemplation. Another piece seemed to fall into place in her mind, as her brain registered the name she’d never heard and yet made the blood in her veins sing. Levy pulled the book back up to her chest and hugged it to her chest again, using it as a shield as if to stop him from seeing the way her heart was hammering against her chest.

“Well, Gajeel, can I thank you with a cup of coffee?” The smile returned to his face at the question. It was another kickstart to her heart that rammed against her ribcage as she waited for his answer.

“Coffee sounds great.”

[svrpvnt]

6am. Your alarm wakes you up and slowly you open your eyes. Your eyes flick around to room; the ceiling, the dresser, the window, the shadow takes up one side of the window. Oh? You reckon he’s a little late than usual. A hungry, flesh ripping sound fills the air. Your eyes never leave the vaguely human figure at your window. Within minutes, he slips back into the night, allowing the sunlight to filter through the rest of the window. It’s only then do you allow yourself to rise from your bed. The sound of vicious eating still lurks outside your window. Ignore it. There was once a time where curiosity begged you to investigate the noise. Don’t think about it. Ignore it.

8am. Your mother kisses your head goodbye as you head out to school. The morning light shines over you, a warm glow on your face. Despite this, there’s still a cold wind that grips your ankles. You smile and wave to Old Lady Grenda as you pass by her white picket fenced house. She’s out gardening and she smiles and returns the wave before going back to her multi-coloured plants. She’s bent over at the waist in a pink floral blouse, beige capris and a straw hat adorned with yet more flowers. She looks like a Barbie doll, glassy eyes and shiny skin. Old Lady Grenda never stops gardening; she’s there when you come home, in the dead of night, in winter. The only time you don’t see her is at 3am. She returns shortly after, back to gardening. You’re not quite sure how her front yard doesn’t look like a jungle yet.

As you wander down the roads, you watch your neighbours rise from their slumbers, ready for another day. A black cat walks beside you. You lean down momentarily to stroke it. Its fur feels wispy, not quite there...unreal. You look into its amber eyes which stare intently at your grey ones. Its fur stands on edge, and it bares its fangs at you. It’s not angry; it’s warning you. You understand immediately. You walk on.

There’s a laundrette that’s open 24/7. You can’t recall ever seeing it close. Its neon sign is dull in the morning light and flickers on and off. No one’s in there except a man you swore you saw on your way here. He stares up at the TV playing the news. His clothes are but rags and mismatched swatches sewn together. He briefly meets your gaze with a bored expression before turning away. A shiver crawls up your back. You hope you never see this man again.

9am. You’re at school. A smile spreads on your face as you go to hang out with your friends. When you’re at school, you can pretend everything is normal in this town- that’s what everyone else does. There’s only a few who are curious about the mysteries of this town. They try to convince people to open their eyes and not be so blind. They gain no supporters. You float through your classes and breaks, never really paying attention to what’s really happening. You’re only clear memory from that day is entering the girls bathroom. Three teen girls glared at you viciously. Their cat eyes and sugar pink lips emphasising their anger. You were silent and they said nothing. Gargoyles. They heavily reminded you of gargoyles, especially the one who was perched on the sink, one leg dangling, the other close to her chest. You knew as soon as you left, they resumed conversation. Definitely gargoyles.

3pm. It arrives sooner than you expect. As soon as the bell rings, everyone deserts. Laughter and swearing and chatter fill the air as you crowd out of school. Reluctantly, your friends drag you to the 50s style diner with food that’s average at best but a fun atmosphere. The waitresses have large smiles painted cherry red and aging hair tied in top knots. All of you order milkshakes. You like milkshakes, especially strawberry ones. About halfway through, you realise something off about the strawberry flavour. It has a strange metallic taste and isn’t as sweet as usual. In the wrong light, the pale pink almost looks reddish. With a furrowed brow, you turn to the bar where the waitresses wash glasses. One is staring at you with vacant eyes, no hint of emotion. The air is still for a moment. The moment passes and she returns to her bright red smile and resumes chatter with the other waitresses. You turn around, unnerved. It’s better to just drink your milkshake.

5:30pm. Pastel coloured houses line the street as you walk back home. You’ve never been down this street before. You notice a couple of kids running up and down the sidewalk, playing Cops and Robbers. Huh, didn’t you just pass them? They go by so many times, like a looping film reel. You hope they’re having fun. As you’re making your way down the street, soaking up the afternoon sun, there’s one house out of place. A brown house with broken windows and bruised bricks. On the dead grass lay a variety of beer cans, cigarette butts and discarded snack wrappers. Ominous graffiti covers the wall. A crude arrow is painted next to door frame. “Hell is here”, it reads. From the looks of the house, you don’t doubt that statement.

8pm. The sun has gone down. You only notice when you’re in your room, tapping away at your laptop and the shadow has appeared. You drag your attention away from your work and smile at it. It’s a strange comfort. You wave at it. You’re not sure why. Well, you suppose he is quite like a childhood friend, watching over you since you can remember. He used the scare you. He doesn’t now. In a vague movement that seems to be just moving shapes, he waves back at you. Shifting your gaze, you catch Old Lady Grenda still tending to her garden.

10pm. Wrapping yourself in your fluffy blanket, you close your eyes and try to rest. Thoughts drift to your day tomorrow. You groan inwardly; you have a test in two days. That means going to the library. You’d rather do anything else. Slowly, you begin to drift in and out of consciousness. As you finally lull into sleep, the hunt begins.

[bristidbits]

Emile

I never really knew my parents. My grandmother said that my mother dropped me off at her doorstep and never looked back.

That should have bothered me, but I never really cared about who they were. I mean often, I had thoughts of being the odd one out, but my grandmother quickly quelled those thoughts.

I wasn’t your stereotypical no parents story, but hell, sometimes I think that I might be.

Elementary and middle school was alright. Didn’t have any problems with doing just enough to pass. I wasn’t at the top of the class, but I was nowhere near the bottom of the class, I was just average.

High school’s practically where it went to shit because that’s when I started to get attracted to things. Just the wrong gender. No matter how many times I got flashed, or a girl opened her legs wide for me, I just couldn’t get it up. But put me in a shower with a bunch of hot guys, I was fucked.

So, there’s this guy, Lorian. Tall, blonde, and ripped to shreds. I was just the long-haired freak with glasses that loved to stare at boys over the cover of my book. Lorian was one of my constant targets. I even signed up to be the waterboy to get closer to him. I even snapped a few shots for the school newspaper when I was out there.

Head of the football team, top of the class, had a girl or two always on his arm.

But something never seemed right. My gaydar always went off whenever he was around. And I was right, because on the night of the Homecoming game, it happened.

Yes, girls and boys. Homecoming night, like all crazy stories you’ve heard, is the night that I lost my virginity. There was the typical celebratory muscle slapping chest pumps and butts, before everyone eventually retreated to the shower. I noticed that Lorian wasn’t there yet.

It must have been bad, just sitting there. No one noticed me really. Just went on about their day. I kept looking over my film, and before I knew it, the locker room had cleared out. For a second, I thought that I had missed him, that I wasn’t going to be able to see him naked.

But then, I barely noticed when he stood in front of me, even though I could feel his over-empowering shadow over me.

“Looking at the film from the game?” he asked, looking down at the camera.

I jumped. Obviously. A six foot four man coming in and I barely notice him?

“Lorian!” I said, “What are you doing here?”

He looked amused at me then looked around. “Locker room? Dirty? Gotta wash up?”

I felt like an idiot for a few moments before I noticed him looking at my camera.

“Got any good shots?”

I nodded, flicking through my shots to show him the one I took of him earlier.

“Really, good like...when you threw that pass to Harrison?” I cleared my throat when I felt my voice fading out. “ It was a nice shot.”

“Mm,” he said, looking down at the camera then back at me. He wasn’t moving. Didn’t seem all that interested in my camera anymore? Maybe he wasn’t at all?

Jesus...my mind started racing.

“Don’t you want to clean up?” I asked, glancing towards the showers then back at him.

“Yep,” he responded, taking off his shoulders pads and like the gods open up heaven themselves, took off his jersey.

Jesus. Fuck.

I couldn’t draw my eyes away from the six packs that were directly in my face. I could hear the deep chuckle penetrating my thoughts and then, I made the mistake of looking up, looking at his chest slightly moving faster, his eyes blown wide. And in that second, I knew.

I didn’t hesitate.

I leaned forward and dragged my tongue against the middle line of his abs, and he grunted and flexed. Must be a sensitive spot for him. Biting down a few times, I felt his hand curl in my hair, tugging slightly. I really didn’t know what I was doing, but I knew what I had always wanted to do since I saw him naked that first time.

I quickly undid the strings of his pants, pulling them and the jock strap underneath down. He sprang free in front of me. I don’t know why, but I dragged my tongue against his length. It should have disgusted me, considering the man had just played for more than an hour in tight clothes, and he smelled like earth and sweat.

But here I was, sucking his cock eagerly. A fucking virgin sucking his cock. He didn’t seem to mind it either, just using my hair as leverage to go faster as he whispered to me. He completely fucked my mouth that night, came hard into my mouth.

I remember the bitter taste of his cum, mixed with sweat and dirt. And then he pulled me up, asked me to take a shower with him and I obliged.

My first time didn’t really hurt that much given the water that was consistently running over our bodies. I must have cum two or three times that night alone.

After everything was done, I highly expected to have to walk or take the bus home, even if my ass was pounding from ...well, that pounding. But Lorian just shook his head, helped me dry off, put on some clothes before saying he was going to take me home.

He dropped me off at my grandmothers house, and before I was able to get off the car, he turned my head towards me, kissed me with enough passion to make me weak at the knees, before I got out of the car.

Even now, I don’t know what Lorian was thinking that night. We just kinda did, and continued to do. Every night after practice, I was slip in the showers so we could fuck. He’d take me home, kiss me, and say good night.

After a bit, I just thought that I was his fuck buddy on the side, and I didn’t really care about if I was or not. But eventually time came where he was thinking about moving across state. I had overheard it in one of the locker rooms. After everyone had left, he noticed how I looked sitting there.

I wasn’t pouting. I still to this day won’t say that I was.

But he just stroked my hair and kissed my cheek tenderly. Said that he wasn’t going to leave me.

I don’t know why I believed him, or why heart beat so furiously in my chest, but it did.

Our relationship changed after that. He started to meet me at my lockers, take me home from school, even met my grandmother. It was like we were dating, but never actually acquired the title.

I was so knee-deep in love with this man, that I barely noticed that my grand mother had been getting quieter and sicker.

She died one night when I was out on my first date with Lorian to the movies. I stayed home for a few months after calling the police to take the body away. It was a bit too much for me. Lorian came to stay with me, held me when I cried. I knew that he was going to be there for me.

Until, he wasn’t.

He received a full scholarship to play up state. He swore that he would keep in contact with me. And we did for a few months, before he slowly got out of contact. I only saw him on social media with his girl draped around him, and I just...I don’t know, I couldn’t take it anymore.

I had been living off what little my grandmother had saved, and I knew that if I didn’t get off my ass and do something soon, I was going to be homeless.

So, I got into the drug trade. Don’t ask me how, it just happened. I met this guy on the corner, asked how I could deal, and it just...happened. It was on one of my runs that I met Duck.

Or rather, got ran over and attacked by his army of fluffy dogs. My clothes had gotten trampled and my dinner had flown from my hand.

He apologized enough times that I swindled a date out of him. Watching him blush was the cutest thing that I had seen in the longest time.

One date turned into me getting his number. And then another. Soon after, I was kissing him under a tree in the park as he held so carefully onto my shirt.

For some reason, everything felt right. Holding him close to me, pressing my lips against his. I know it’s a silly thought, but underneath the stars, kissing him like that, I knew that everything was right.

We met up a few more times before I decided to make it official in one of those goofy ways. Or maybe not. I got on one knee with a promise ring, asked if he wanted to be with me for the long haul. He...passed out and hit his head, hard.

I spent my night in a hospital that night.

After that, we just worked. I never told him about what I did. I lied about my profession, said I was a tattoo artist of some sort and he never questioned me. I guess that it what I loved about Duck the most. He was always so open, so innocent.

We fought some times, but it was just that sort of annoying play type of fights. Like “Fuck you,” “I love you too” sort of thing.

I met his parents, but that didn’t go as well as planned, considering I got kicked out that day.

That’s why it hurt more when I got arrested for dealing. Apparently, one of my customers sold me out since I shorted him. I showed up with my goods, I was arrested, and I went in. I was too embarrassed to call Duck. I never wanted him to know that side of me. But he came to visit me in jail anyway. I was slated for a few years. I told him not to wait for me.

He got pissed and left.

I could understand that reaction. After all. I had lied to him. It might have been easier to be an asshole to him, to hurt him, to cheat on him.

But I did love him, and yet, I made a stupid decision that broke us off. It was almost two years when I got out for good behavior. Still, I had to check in with my probation officer every once in a while.

And then, I met Kian.