#bcus I think the three of them together

[evelynpr]

The Fontaine main cast are all so thematically, emotionally, and narratively connected to each other that you can ship them in nearly every way and it somehow works.

I'm talking Furina, Neuvillette, Arlecchino, Clorinde, Navia, and Wriothesley here.

Wriolette? The upholders of the order of Fontaine. One on the surface, and one in the depths.

Clorivia? Childhood friendship, betrayal, and now healing with the truth and past resolved.

Neuvifuri? 500 years of closeness and understanding, mixed with distance and regret. Only after her sacrifice are they finally both free.

Arlefuri? Changing their fates through sheer force of will. Protecting the people who need on them, while accepting nothing in return.

Wriolinde? They were going to protect Fontaine together if its the last thing they do. Their trust is unbreakable.

Arlevia? Protecting their loved ones beyond the law. With a system and world that did not care for them, they care for their family their own way.

Knavilette? The seemingly cold and distant with bleeding hearts. They always keep their distance for fear of what would happen in a moment of weakness, especially with their overwhelming power.

Navilette? Personal regret with injustice and loss, now healing with compassion and understanding.

Furinde? The selfless princess and her loyal champion. She has always been by her side, protecting her with her blade, but only now does she get to know the real "Furina"

There are even more I haven't touched on (lemme know if you'd appreciate it ig?). These characters are just so...so interconnected through Fontaine with its themes on justice, order, love, loyalty, and more. They really knocked it out of the park with creating such a beautiful and complex cast of characters.

[martiniluvr]

Dick is away on a mission. He said he'd only be gone a few days but it's been a week and there's still no end in sight. Of course youre frustrated, in more ways than one, and you spot something perfect while out shopping.

Running home straight after and changing into your pretty blue lingerie that always drives dick wild, you have three of the same pair because he keeps ripping them in his desperation, moving to your bathroom you pull out the item. A nail polish, a blue nail polish so perfectly colored it made you freeze in the aisle.

Painting your nails quickly, a pattern of his blue and black, you try to let them dry first but the anticipation is killing you. You can't resist sending dick a "thinking about you 💕" text, he responds almost immediately.

"Thinking about you too princess. What are you doing?"

Of course he knows. He always knows when you need him. Laying back on the bed you snap a pic, just so he can see the lingerie, he cant see the nails yet.

"Fuck. This mission was supposed to be over already. I swear I'll be home soon baby, gonna make it up to you"

You can't help but laugh to yourself as you imagine him groaning at the sight of you. Now its time to set your plan into motion, leaning back and pulling your panties to the side you spread yourself open for him and take a picture. Perfect sight of the nails in his color, over the pretty pussy he owns. Sending it you feel the same butterflies you had in your stomach the first time you and dick slept together.

He sees it. Hes typing. He stops. Hes typing. He stops.

Ten minutes go by. You dont know what to say, did he not like it? Was it too much? You almost send an apology text when your bedroom door is slammed open, dick is standing there panting and covered in sweat, you can't even get a word out before hes on you

"You think you're fucking funny? I was on the other side of the city, don't even know how many traffic laws i broke getting here."

He almost snarls into your mouth as he kisses you, the kiss is hungry, one of those teeth clashing, lip biting kisses that make your head spin.

"God i love you. Lemme see those nails. Wanna see how they look wrapped around me..."

Inspired by my nightwing colored nails. (I got a nail polish that was exactly nightwing blue down to the hex code and i picked it out by eye in a row of like 30 shades of blue... I need help)

sexting him while he’s busy doing Other Things…..dare I say one of my favourite tropes ever? like….there’s nothing to add to this. u cooked, served, ate, and licked the plate I fear. also dick getting turned on by seeing you in anything nightwing blue—his blue—is SO real bcus he’s definitely that cocky. wow. leah…beloved…you’ve done it again 🤞💘

[luvchaew]

behind the scenes ⚘ jewelry

the not-so-average daily life of heeseung and the 5th member of aespa if they dated publicly and were horrible at hiding the relationship act three ⨾ where your boyfriend gives you matching necklaces but omits that his necklace has an extra detail

“loving isn't a sin, is it?” idol!heeseung x 5thmemberofaespa!reader wc𓈒 519 — not proofread! ✴ cursing and fluff fluff fluff

authors note: made this one bcus i received one of this same necklace from my significant other as a present and thought this was soo cute :)

𝑚. 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍

you didn't question it even once when heeseung surprised you with matching necklaces on christmas. the silver chain rested beautifully on your neck and the white dragon matched perfectly with your skin.

you'd been the first to say that both of you were exactly like the how to train your dragon's couple of dragons, and when he gave it to you, you couldn't deny the warmth that filled your chest: he'd finally acknowledged that you really resembled them, and even better, he remembered it.

and you could sense that he spent a bunch of time thinking about it, choosing it in order for it to be perfect, and the most natural thing to do was using it in public too, right?

it first started on an airport apparition, the jewelry resting deliberately just below your collarbone, and the way it bounced slightly everytime you moved had yourself really proud, because showing your boyfriend off even if it indirectly was something you always liked to do. you were going to europe that time, and you remember smiling extra wide when a photographer shout to you; “beautiful necklace, y/n!,”, in a slurred attempt of english.

then, you once used it during a variety show, and when the host changed the subject to "what was your favorite accessory of your ootd,", you couldn't help complimenting the delicate chain and how it complemented your jeans perfectly. your teammate, winter, chuckled behind you, and yes, you wanted to smack her, but you couldn't pretend you didn't like it, you didn't find it thrilling.

heeseung, on the other hand, never really used it on public, keeping it strictly for when you were alone or with close people. at first, you'd thought it was because if people saw it, they would immediately catch on, but when you tried to put both of your necklaces together for a picture and he refused, you started to second guess it.

since he gave it to you himself, what was the reason for him refuse on letting you touch it?

you didn't have to overthink about it for a long period of time, because when your relationship anniversary was approaching and he started to use it literally everywhere? at the stage, during en-o'clock shoots and even at a photoshoot for an important brand, all of the doubts were gone.

soon after he started to use it regularly, fans started to go crazy everywhere, korean forums exploding with articles about it.

“they must be really together. are they even trying to hide it at this point?”

“omg! the korea i know would already be eating their asses up, but i guess they're fine with it”

“so funny how they really don't give a fuck anymore”

“do they think we do not know they fuck?”

one day, you woke up to the truth, a cute truth, of why he'd refused to let you even touch it properly. on the back of the black dragon, written in capital letters, marked there for everyone to see it forever and to prove something silently to you?

l/n's, and a little heart by its side.

[charl0ttan]

hello hi i hope ur having a beautiful day of music and frolicking,, i made a weird little family out of three of the somgs ive checked out n fallen in love with bcus of ur recommendation,,, "friends of mine" the guess who, "mornings" portugal the man, "were here my dear" ging,, i cant explain wxactly why they live together but i love them. are there any songs u think should move in with them, 🏡 thanks for all the tunes stay groovy in musicworld musicgirl !!

OMG thats the most ridiculously cool thing someone could tell me. well i think those are all wildly different so i cant help but thank youuuuu for sharing grin 😁ily

[egg2k16]

I think the thing that was so terrible about that fight is that I do actually think that Lestat believes that Louis is his one true mate, even with all the unreliable narrator bullshit Daniel keeps picking up on from Louis. Bcus it's always been a very consistent point that Louis brings up. Even if it's not true, that Lestat simply desired Louis to be his mate, with or without believing them to be true soulmates, the fact is that Louis believes that Lestat views their relationship like this. Louis considers this to be Lestat's motivation for keeping them together, so we the third person removed from all this (Lestat ==> Louis ==> Daniel ==> Us) can at least safely say that Lestat does hold Louis in a very esteemed position, above all others

So how this ties back to the fight, I think the reason why it was so terrible, I had said in a previous post that if loustat had had more regular fights about their relationship, it could've gone better, is that I think this means that Lestat, seeing as how Louis is essentially his northern star, wouldn't have believed their relationship merits any arguments bcus at the end of the day, they're always going to be meant to be together, n thus any trifle between them can be and should be swept under the rug

Meanwhile, Louis is still a lot younger than Lestat, and therefore hasn't lost his personal notion of time. He needs more time to become this disparaging of time and the arguments and the reconciliations etc that makes a relationship a relationship. Like how Lestat is quite blasé about hooking up w other people (very notably women), Louis takes these matters very seriously bcus he's still centuries away from being detached from his humanity. He still, at his core, holds the sanctity of marriage as holy. He's Catholic, after all (a fun juxtaposition to Lestat who we might believe had studied to be a monk and then was forced to renounce it :: Louis simply stopped going to church as a vampire by his own volition)

That fight was terrible because Lestat didn't really...allow room for arguments, and Louis never felt like he could pursue an argument. They had fights about Claudia n her adolescence, sure, but those concepts, of them as fathers n Claudia as their daughter, are kinda detached from the concept of them as a couple, n so those in particular never seemed to escalate. We even see, thanks to Claudia, that making up after these spats was quite easy

But this was a big fight, Louis was convalescing for three years! While Lestat was doing fuckall! That fight was awful bcus their little (and big) problems as a couple kept piling up on top of each other, n neither wanted to confront the pile of shit, n it kept simmering right under the surface until Claudia asked Louis to run away with her. Lestat, seeing the daughter he created wanting to take away the husband he created (his fated mate), his own pile of shit boiled over n that's why he attacked Louis so horribly. So it's pretty funny to see him three years later, thinking this is enough time for Louis to get over it. But of course he thinks so, bcus time is stretched out farther out for him, so for him it was like 3 days, meanwhile for Louis and Claudia, who're still quite young, it was three years

[mangosmoothiepussyv3]

post about your ocs... tell me about their lowest moment vs what makes them feel strongest

THIS IS SUCH A GOOD QUESTION!!! im gonna ramble so much lmfao so its gonna go under the cut

SO!!! i feel like i gotta explain my ocs a bit....theyre all alters in a did system, i created them when i was questioning my own plurality (and also did became a hyperfixation) im not plural myself but my ocs are like my children, so i couldnt just scrap them....so i kept them!

also i should mention that most of these ocs are monsters bcus. i like monsters

Malory:

so im gonna be putting in pictures so that people can thirst after my ocs LMFAO

malory is the one on the left! she's a very aloof goth/alt girl, but she isnt mean, just quiet. she has a strong sense of justice, so shes always trying to do the right thing. shes the main physical protector!

her weakest moments are when she was being abused by the bodys father. she took the brunt of the abuse, to the point that even after they escaped that situation, pain triggers her out to the front.

she feels at her strongest when she's working out! she never wants to be back in a situation where she's defenseless, so she tries to work out, both in the headspace and out in the body.

Eris:

she's the character on the right of the picture above! shes a social protector and also one of the main three fronters (malory is one of the other ones) shes a recovering mean girl lmao, she used to hide her manipulative tendencies behind her bubbly personality, but shes working on being more genuine. she and malory dont get along at all, but they try to tolerate each others existence.

her weakest moment was when they left their abusive ex. her whole existence surrounded the ex. she was created to be the perfect victim basically. she watched for a few weeks and then molded her appearance and personality to be what their ex wanted. when the ex got arrested for bad shit, eris had a meltdown. she loved them. she felt like she needed them. so fun fact, she didn't always look like she does now. before she had blonde hair a blue eyes, but when they left their ex, she was poisoned by love and it turned her hair and eyes pink

she feels at her strongest when she's navigating social situations!!! its like a game for her, acting polite and making people like her. shes still a bit manipulative haha

Mikhail:

this is mikhail! he's a shapeshifter! hes a former persecutor! nowadays he's learning to be a caregiver with his girlfriend ivory....theyre really cute together i love them sm, but thats besides the point.

he split off during the whole abusive ex thing to help them try and escape the situation behind the scenes, while eris pretended to be the perfect victim. his weakest moment would be what he became in his pursuit of trying to get people to see that they were in danger. he didn't always look like he does above, he used to look like this

in an attempt to scare them into leaving. he changed into the first appearance after he had healed some. anyways, he hates that he had to look so scary for people to listen to him, he regrets it to this day

hes at his strongest when he's with ivory and taking care of the vulnerable members of the system. ivory is his whole world, she means everything to him. he thinks of it as her saving him from himself and what he wouldve done if he allowed himself to still be angry and frankly, traumatized.

hahhhh that was a lot, i have wayyyy too much to say abt my ocs. these arent even all of them, these are just the 3 that i think people would find hot LMFAO

THANK YOU FOR ASKING!!! if theres any typos or if things dont make sense i apologize i uhhhh got excited

[bibibi-tchx]

hi!!! i was wonderin, what’s tot dom’s favorite things to do with each of his cgs?

we doin alll three cgs!!

finn

playing with finn himself- not toys wise, but bcus his daddy has a big beard, a funny accent, big hands: its like finns a walking stim toy, and domdom adores it

storytelling! finn puts on amazing voices, and uses his hands in such a manner that never fails to capture little dom's attention. storytime is such an important thing for these two, because it allows dominik a chance to sit back, chill with his blanket and pacifier, whilst his daddy bellows out lines from the most simplest of story books. finn is the absolute best for play pretend, because he always puts on the funniest voices for all the characters dom can think of

rhea

everyone knows that mami cuddles and bottles together is the ultimate combination for dom to be teeny tiny. like her nails in his hair, scritchy scratching his scalp in the most perfect way known to man. and her voice is so soft in his ears, talking to him as though hes no bigger than an apple, "hello baby! hi! hello, you sweet thing!" cooing at him constantly, wiggling her fingers in front of his face as he tries to get them

in general, dom loves following her outside! cus rhea adores sitting in the sun, which means that dom loves sitting on his mami in the sun. like shes jus tryna sunbathe, but then by their chair is a happy and bubbly baby babbling away!

damian

big boy; damain is pretty big, and although dominik is too, his size never fails at making dominik feel so incredibly iddy biddy. like the way damian's hand engulf his own, it just blows dom away. because of this, dom loves to dance with his papi. and by dance, i mean damian will grab domink's wrists, which absolutely makes him giggle, and just make dominik dance

another thing is cooking! we know damo's an amazing cook, and he loves it when dominik tries to help. its one of the universal things that dominik will do when hes small: no matter how iddy biddy, hes gonna be babbling away and asking papi if he can help him cook. however, this means that damian has to be extra sneaky about adding in extra veggies, probably handing dominik something to 'mix', which is always the dry ingredients with another cg helping dom do it

ty anon <3

[melancholiaincarnate]

Okay you got me thinking about how much I ADORE reluctant (read: overprotective & in denial) Sukuna with little Yuji 😭

My personal modern headcanon is that Sukuna goes out to local metal shows often with Choso, but having no one to look after Yuji, they bring him along with those comically large earmuffs LMAO

Little Yuji, of course, becomes an adored local face in the scene, crowdsurfing, riding on shoulders, even getting to go up on stage with some bands— and Sukuna LOVES it so much that his camera roll is full of photos of them at shows together (sometimes with Uraume too).

Yuji becomes their little rockstar, and Sukuna is adamant that when Yuji is old enough to hold a pair of drumsticks, he’ll become the next big drummer (and he’s totally not secretly showing him Slaughter to Prevail at the ripe age of 3 to prepare him… that would be wild… haha… ha… ha…)

Uraume’s lockscreen is a photo of Sukuna holding Yuji in the pit, Yuji is beaming with his little hand reaching out to high-five the sweatiest, scariest-looking, head-to-toe tattooed & pierced metal vocalist— and Sukuna is grinning down at him with the most genuine tender look in his eyes.

I also love the idea that after shows, the three of them would pass out in their home clothes in a little pile (too domestic for Sukuna to ever admit)— and of course, he always wakes up to the smell of Yuji’s favourite pancakes (his “Ume cakes”). They’ve grown to be Sukuna’s favourite too.

oh my GEOCHELCHWOC this just ??? made me so ill??? i think a tear deadass rolled out my eye ??? oh my ficking god this is amazing i have never thought of sukuna taking them to metal bands 😭😭😭 and the big ol ear protectors oh he's so cute !!!! he's just a baby!!!! everyone loves him!!!!

do not think about the fact that even though he's a local face sukuna scares off anyone who comes near him cus ofc that's what big brothers do ! and if someone complains about yuji being on his shoulders???? uraume has to hold him back from fighting. "he's not botherin' anyone, so shut y'r trap! he's enjoyin' the show, asshole!" sukuna would scream and turn back around and uraume would 'i am SO sorry for him."

i love the idea of him being a drummer like oh my god sukuna would deny uraume kisses for at least 3 hours because they bought yuji a drum set for christmas. and everytime uraume comes over yuji's "ume! look i play drums!" with the biggest smile on his face bcus he loves ume so so much

UME CAKES ?? IM ILL???? OH FODDD UR BRAIN IS SOO BIG. yujis a physical touch person so he's always cuddled up next to ume to show them how much he loves them and i think in the night time sukuna stares at the two of them cuddling and just feels his heartbeat so fast

[basilsnotemo]

4, 16, 20, 23, 32, 58, 73 for creek :3

omg thank you for the ask i’ve been dying to yap about the boys

4 Which of the two listens to old music and which one is more into the newer stuff?

i think that’s craig is more inclined to listen to older music just from spending time with his dad as a kid, they were always listening to either the classic rock station or the country station and i think craig still tends to listen to the older stuff since he already knows the songs, but he isn’t opposed to new music either (i also hc that craig is a total swiftie)

tweek on the other hand i feel like he doesn’t really listen to a lot of music, but tends to listen to newer stuff just because he spends so much time in the coffee shop and that’s mostly what they play is like top 100 pop hits and he mostly tunes it out, if he had to pick tho he likes like early 2000’s pop music cause it’s easy

16 Which one’s the first to help a stranger in need?

probably tweek, while BCU tweek, is pretty small, he is INSANELY strong from years of heavy lifting and moving stuff around in the coffee shop and he used to take boxing lessons in high school/ college so he’s got some muscle built up and tweek is better at talking to strangers then craig is since that’s what he does all day at work.

20 Who’s more likely to get into a bar fight?

i don’t hc either of them as big drinkers, i think they are like a glass of wine with dinner types of people, that being said, tweek 100% that man has a short fuse and fighting experience, usually the cause of it is someone saying some homophobic shit about him and craig or anyone else in the bar and tweek has no tolerance for that so he will shut it down really quick.

23 Which of the two would you rather team up with for a game of laser tag?

craig hands down, he is the type to find a really good hiding spot and just snipe people and no one ever finds him, he calculates every single move he makes and always wins

32 Who’s the first to apologize?

that depends, usually whoever started it is the one that apologizes first but i think tweek will do it a lot faster then craig will. now i think that’s they have a very healthy relationship, personally i think that they go to relationship counseling because they are both kind of shit at talking about their feelings and stuff and having that third person there really gets them to talk about anything they might need too without it escalating into a big fight. i don’t think they fight often so when they do it’s really bad, like they aren’t talking for a few days after, but they always get over it, usually tweek apologizes first because he’s stressed that if he doesn’t he thinks craig is going to leave him. and craig will apologize when he realizes he was being an asshole

58 Who’s the most fashionable?

craig, but unintentionally. he doesn’t really care he just grabs things that he thinks look nice and then he leaves, like he’s usually just wearing black jeans, a random tshirt and his NASA jacket (that he got from work) and then i think he exclusively wears high top black converse. like it’s nothing particularly special but it just works for him, tweek would say it’s because he’s naturally hot so he could wear anything he wants and still look fantastic. tweek lives in a hoodie and jeans cause he’s always cold and he doesn’t bother putting together a nice outfit because it’s just going to get covered in coffee anyway

73 Whose hobbies/interests change every 2-5 business days?

tweek for sure, he is the opposite of craig who has two or three interests and hobbies that he is just so incredibly hyperfixated on that they never change. tweek can’t focus on anything but is somehow naturally good at everything he does, his main hobbies are reading, piano, and painting but he has tried almost every single type of art that he realistically can he goes through all sorts of phases, pretty much anything you can think of tweek has been into at one point or another

anyway thanks for listening to my yap session please send me either more numbers from that list or just ask me a question i love to talk about the boys and i have this whole world built in my head

[everybodyloveshippos]

What has been your favorite moment of your current dnd campaign?

Ahhh okay this is def very hard to answer since this campaign started like,,, march 2020 (in person for a bit, then online, thankfully back to in person now) SO....LONG WINDED POST AHEAD,,,

So we’ve been at it for a while! And things get pushed to the back of my mind or are in my notebook somewhere-BUT we did start a discord channel called ‘that one time when’ where we put memorable moments. So I will do my best to list my top three since i could never sift thru this entire crazy adventure and pick just one <3

The first time Valentine cast revivify! We had just levelled up, I had just learned the spell, and I had just bought diamonds prior to us going to the Cassalanter ball (kinda spoilers for dragonheist ahead). So some cult nonsense starts goin down in the basement, we jump in (to the soundtrack of ballroom blitz) and we’re holding our own, kicking ass, but then victorio casts power word kill to instantly kill Hawkwood (artificer half-elf) and it was our first PC death and we were kinda freaking out.

It was a big character moment for a lot of our party bcus it was one of the highest stake things that had happened thus far. Lucien ripped out victorios throat (lucien is a drow werewolf) despite his hesitation over it (past trauma with being used as a weapon and monster) and valentine realized that ‘holy shit. I care about these people more than I care to admit. What a scary thought.” and then flew over to revive him. The imagery was just very cool and pretty to imagine, with high arches and valentine’s aasimar wings and eyes glowing white gold, holding hawkwood to them as the diamond shatters and the pieces rise in the air and he wakes up! I actually drew this a long time ago here

Another moment that had us losing our MINDS (one of us literally) was we were facing down Yandathul, a mindflayer (i think he’s an Ulitharid) who 3 party members have personal beef with (he experimented on our drow twins, disguised as a drow himself) (he ate nick’s uncle’s brain in front of him. Nick is a Githyanki. He has beef w mindflayers on sight anyways) Also we’d just found the corpse of a Draegloth, another experiment and our ally at the time that he had killed.

So basically we were fighting this guy, and he fuckin….Subdues nick and then eats gothi’s (our dwarf paladin, a newer addition to the party) brain in front of him. Then  he casts planeshift, and as we’re all about to get sent to fuckin WHO knows where, we could all land anywhere, not even together, nick-you know how you need to hit the right tune/frequency to travel to a different plane in dnd or something?-Well he screams for us all to grab his hands as planeshft is cast and he screams out the note that’s gonna make sure we all go TOGETHER AT LEAST to the astral sea, where he’s from It was just so intense and insane and emotional bcus nick was doing a scream of fury and grief and frustration but also doing bard stuff to keep us all safe. And it came after a PC death, and we rlly all almost got yeeted to separate corners of the universe. So we all just. Floated in the astral sea for a bit. With a corpse Valentine (my pc, cleric) couldnt revivify bcus his brain got eaten. I think it was our wildest moment. It stands out a lot because we lost. weirdly enough, the final countdown is a song that syncs up w this moment super well.

God anon im sorry to wax poetic theres soooo much more and obvi im biased to valentine’s moments but genuinely, i think my favourite moment was:

Nick slapping his abusive and terrible father on the deck of their warship in front of his crew. I gasped Out Loud in person it was So good i was shocked. It slapped. And so did nick. Lol

[celabi]

just scara lives to have his hands on your waist and face in your neck. you feel so warm and comfortable, you smell good too.

ugh you’ll always have lots of little love bites scattered across your neck and jawline.

he just loves to have you close, he’s the type to have his arm over your shoulder pulling you closer and grabbing your tits at the same time.

but then you flip the script too sometimes. just covering his jawline, neck, and collarbones with the prettiest little marks.

i head cannon that he notices you staring at other people’s piercings and decides to get snake bites and then eventually his tongue. he might actually get addicted to the pain.

he’s also the type to tattoo your name on himself.

i picture him cleaning himself up just for you and people taking notice of how hot he is despite his foul behavior towards everybody except you.

might actually spark your jealousy. kinda a “they never looked at him before now. why is it now that im with him people are noticing how attractive he is.” bc to you he’s always been your pretty boy.

he soaks up lap naps, the naps where you’re just sitting there and let him rest his head in your lap to get some much needed sleep. bonus points if you play with his hair.

the first time you let him spend the night (just cuddling you’re not ready to go past kissing yet) he has to go to the bathroom two or three times to rub one out bc damn you’re sleeping in his hoodie and a pair of shorts (if you can even call them that) probably steals a pair of your panties.

mans is just so utterly in love with you.

OMG SCARA WITH SNAKE BITES ????? HHAKKKKSK I LOVE IT, tbh I every time I write him I kinda imagine him to have a tongue piercing (not bcus I have mine done and we can like lock them together no way 😳) SO SNAKE BITES ARE SO HOTTTT 😤😤 also his ears are fully pierced and he’s thinking of getting his nips done what 😳 only if you want him too, he’ll even make the bar your favourite color

Also him??? Just showing off all the bruises and love bites you’ve left scattered all over his neck, and he’s so proud of it too 🥺 like probably took a photo of one and wants to get it tattooed on his neck so it’s permanent 🥺🥺 YES HES SO TATTOOING YOUR NAME ON HIM, like he gets you to write it and he draws a heart around it omfg

And yes what reader getting kinda jealous cause yknow he used to be an ugly weirdo in everyone’s eyes and reader was the only one to think he was a lil cute, and know everyone wants piece of him 😡 not like he cares though cause all he wants it you but still

Yes he absolutely loves laying on your lap, his head on your thighs, occasionally giving them a squeeze every now and then. He thinks you’re so comfortable, and he would dead ass lay there all day if you let him 🙈

Thehehe just, him getting up in the middle of a movie and excusing himself to the bathroom because you unknowingly placed your hand a bit too close to his crotch and now he has to go and take care of the boner you gave him😭😭

[getoswhore]

mechanic!geto and toji live rent free in my mind, literally can't get the idea out my head that geto would fuck me over my car for not paying up for his work and toji getting in on that is so- omg *sobs* THEN GETTING FUCKED BY THEM BOTH??! like this thought too- like bimbo!reader gets a job at their shop as like their assistant and bcus she's so dumbo they punish her a lot shops after hrs or during work hrs. they're so mean, they degrade her and manhandle her so cruelly HOLY SHIT- IM 2 THIRSTY

☰ ft : mechanic! getō x f! bimbo! reader x mechanic! toji

cw/tw : pwp + double penetration (one hole one goal 😋), manhandling, degrading, gaping.

two, fat cocks.

both from your bosses. both fucking you raw and filthily, almost animalistic. the sloppy sloshing of thick fluids echoing in the small office your stuck in rings at your ears, burning into the cavity of your brain with piercing memories to remember later with...

“i thought you learned the first time you dumb slut?” a guttural growl emits, toji slapping hard into your body with cruel thrusts and mean hands forcing you harder against him.

a faint laugh follows,

“i think she did, she just wants to be used like a little cock sleeve.” getō mocks with jutting hips, his heavy cock sinking in deep at each buckle.

both tsk, almost unamused a little cum slut like you would be doing things on purpose to get treated like this; bent to their greed and used for their needs. all because your little thoughts are too small to put things together properly–to print out easy papers for them, or call in customers that have been waiting for hours all because you were too busy painting your nails...

they were fed up, to say the least. you're stupid self ruining their business; making customers leave with a bad taste in their mouth and a permanent nasty review on them.

they had to get it through your thick skull somehow...

with heavy cocks barreling deep into your sopping pussy slide in with ease; forcing a pretty stretch to your poor little cunt, leaving a notable gape too, and a good lesson.

pt. one • pt. two • pt. three • pt. four

[valkyrayn]

the tea room next door - part ii to series (the emperor needs an heir)

i never intended for this to be a series but i just really enjoy writing emperor jinghe. also i posted this on ao3 first before posting here only bcus this is a not a response to any prompt requests. do drop by my comments and let me know if i should continue this series. enjoy the porn <3

also if you wanna read part i of the series, it's here

Pairing: Marius von Hagen x afab!reader

Words: 2.9k words

Tags: fluff and smut, impregnation, multiple creampies, breeding kink, dirty talking, porn with plot hooray, loud sex, wall sex, mating press(?), anyways lots of cum again (i am known for this now apparently), emperor jinghe can throw me against the wall and fuck me for a week straight

Advisor Kim finds it rather odd that the tea room right next to the Emperor's bedroom needs daily cleaning. Sometimes even twice a day. And for some reason, it always needs more than two maid servants to clean it.

To sate his curiosity, Kim decides to check on them that night. He slides the door open just slightly to peek into the room only to find three of the maid servants flocking together near the wall with their ears pressed against it.

It takes him a while to figure out why they are doing this—the answer arriving just seconds after the realization kicks in.

The loud slam against the wall sends the maids jumping off their seats in shock. “What—what was that?” One of them asks, her hand rubbing her chest to calm her rapid heartbeat.

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He’s especially rough tonight—feral, almost.

The Emperor slams your body against the wall and starts ripping the layers off of you. He kisses you hungrily while his hands are busy tearing the silk material of the hanfu apart only because he can’t find the knot that’s tying the layers together. He’s impatient and dying to taste you again after being so deprived of you for hours because of some dumb officials he had to entertain.

A small yelp escapes you when he finally removes the last layer off of your body, letting it slide down your figure until it pools around your ankles. He presses his forehead against yours and stares into your eyes. You see the lust in his violet eyes and you’re sure yours mirror the same.

All these pent-up sexual frustration and overwhelming emotions was a result of what had transpired that morning.

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“Did you really think I needed concubines?” He asks you the moment he had the chance to be alone with you, pulling you into the corner of the hallway, taking you completely by surprise.

You were acting distant the whole morning when you overheard the elders pressing him to consider the alternative to producing an heir.

It has been a week of sex after sex with him and yet you are still without child. According to the senior attendant, it might happen soon enough. But soon enough is not going to cut it—not when the elders are getting impatient to the point of suggesting the help of concubines.

What you failed to notice was your husband’s response to that suggestion because you had fled the area before you could hear anything else.

“No, I don’t need them. The Empress is the only one I need.”

“But what if the Empress doesn’t produce an heir?”

“Then so be it. I’d rather have this bloodline end with me than having to bed another woman who is not her.”

You turn your head away, pressing your lips together to keep yourself from saying anything—not that anything you say will matter. The elders have the upper hand and the Emperor is most likely to heed their advice instead of yours. He turns your head back to face him with his fingers on your chin.

“You own me, my Empress. Every part of my being…” he says softly and leans in close enough to kiss you but stops before your lips could touch. His lips curl into a smile and you can feel the emotions radiate off him, the genuine love he has for you just from the way he stares into your eyes.

“I’m yours and you’re mine.” And then he kisses you. It doesn’t take long for you to melt into the kiss which quickly becomes hot and heavy. He presses his body against yours and kisses you deeper, brushing his tongue between your lips before pushing past them and meeting yours. Your tongues swirl against each other, fighting for dominance. The kiss is so intense and invasive that it makes your head spin.

You end up biting onto his lower lip a little bit too hard, causing him to bleed. Your sanity quickly returns and you pull away from the kiss, mortified at what you’ve done. “Your Majesty, I’m sorry—” You bring your hand towards his face to wipe the blood off but he catches your wrist before you can do so.

He swipes his tongue over the cut, tasting the metallic of his own blood and lets out a small chuckle.

“Is this your way of marking me, my Empress?”

Before you can respond, he leans in and captures your lips once again, kissing you softly this time. The taste of his blood on your tongue somehow sparks an odd sensation within you–and you debate with yourself whether you should be feeling this way.

You whine when he pulls away but keeps his forehead pressed against yours. “As much as I’d like to fuck you out here in the open, I have some business to attend to…” He tells you, smiling when he sees the blush creep onto your face at his words. You pout your lips but nod your head in response.

“I’ll wait for you in our bedroom…” You say, watching his eyes widen in excitement.

“Mmm…I can’t wait.”

————

When he arrives in the bedroom that evening, you barely had the chance to greet him because suddenly you’re pulled off the floor and slammed against the wall.

“Your Majesty…” You breathe, tilting your head up to look at him. He’s tall, so tall that you have to stand on your tiptoes to press your lips against his. Everything is happening so fast, the desperation and need to pleasure each other is evident through your hurried movements.

Lu Jinghe wraps his fingers around your neck and slides himself down your naked body, leaving kisses along your skin until his face is level with exposed cunt. You wrap your fingers around his wrist and watch as he dives into your pussy, pressing an open-mouthed kiss against your nub before wrapping his lips around it.

Your hips buck against his face at the initial contact, a huge spark of pleasure shooting throughout your body at the feeling of his hot mouth on you. He groans against your pussy then pulls away briefly to spit on it before shoving his tongue in, swirling in against your walls, already soaking wet even before he’s touched you.

“Mmmhm…fuck, Your Majesty…s–so good…”

His grip around your neck tightens just enough to make you feel the pain but not fully constrict your airways. You have discovered a few nights ago that you quite like the feeling of his hand around your neck—so when you asked him to do it again to you, he immediately obliged. “Anything to make you feel good, my Empress.”

The feeling of his fingers suddenly shoved inside you pulls you out of your thoughts and back into the present. You look down to find him staring back at you with a smug grin on his face, his two fingers rapidly pumping in and out of you that your body is shaking from the force.

“Look at you, so fucking wet and ready for me…” He says, curling his fingers and stretching your cunt open to prepare you for his thick cock later. Your brows knit together, mouth hanging open as you near your orgasm. His pace increases, sliding his fingers in and out before diving in once again to wrap his lips around your throbbing clit, sucking on it until you explode around him.

You scream his name as the orgasm washes over you, squirting onto him and soaking his face, hair and robes with your release. He pulls away, his fingers still inside you, pumping slowly to coax all the juices out of you. He stands up to his full height after that, bringing his fingers towards your face and you part your lips obediently, allowing him to push his digits into your hot mouth, tasting yourself on his fingers.

“Your body is just begging to be fucked…” he says, pulling his fingers out of your mouth then drag them down your body, leaving a wet trail of saliva on your skin. He then gathers both your wrists with one hand and pins them against the wall above your head as he steps in closer to your body. Your hips instantly arch towards him, aching to feel his erection concealed behind the layers of his robes.

He leans in next to your ear, his hot breath fanning your skin making the hairs stand on the back of your neck. “Is that what you want, my love? Do you want me to fuck you and fill you up again with my cum?” He purrs, leaving wet open-mouthed kisses against your neck. You squirm against him, mumbling incoherently in response and he tells you to speak up.

“I want you to fuck me! Please…I want you inside me.” The heat mounting your core is becoming unbearable and if he wants you to recite every single filthy detail you want him to do to you, so be it. Your body is aching for him, desperate to be filled by him.

He steps away and releases your wrists and before he can even say anything, your hands are on him, hurriedly pushing the robes off of him—desperate to have his naked body against yours. You sink to your knees so you can finally release his cock from its confines, earning a hiss from him when you wrap your fingers around it. You waste no time, taking his whole length into your mouth hungrily that you almost choke yourself in the process.

“Fuck–my Empress. You’re so greedy…” he hisses, fisting your hair, pulling your head back slightly and forcing you to look up at him with his cock still in your mouth. He wipes the tears from your eye then slowly pushes your head in, allowing you to take him in deeper. You watch the way his Adam's apple bobs against his neck when he throws his head back, moaning your name into the ceiling.

It arouses you even more to see him like this, completely vulnerable to you, giving in to the pleasure you’re offering him. You notice how the maid servants would talk about how good looking he is, how he exudes confidence and sex appeal–which is highly inappropriate by the way. But you take pride in it, knowing that you’re the only one who gets to see him like this.

You hollow your cheeks around him before pulling away with a pop, leaving a trail of saliva between your lips and the tip of his cock. He looks down at you and you lock eyes with him as you swirl your tongue around the head before taking him fully inside your mouth again.

When he feels himself drawing near to his release, he pulls you away from his cock and reaches down to gather you in his arms, hooking your legs on both sides of his body before backing you up against the wall.

You throw your arms over his shoulders and hold onto him, your head spinning from how quickly your position has changed. “I’d love to cum in your mouth, my love, but I think you’d much rather have me fill your cunt instead.”

Oh right, you’re still trying to conceive a baby. You almost forgot; your eagerness to pleasure him almost made him waste it down your throat. You laugh, leaning your forehead against his and he smiles, shaking his head. “You drive me crazy, jiejie…” He says, lining his cock against your soaking entrance.

“Now let’s get you pregnant, yeah?” And then he sinks you onto him, pushing his entire length inside you until the tip reaches your womb. You’re so small against his tall frame and he carries your entire weight so easily, bouncing you on his cock with little to no effort. You bite onto his shoulder, your eyes screwing shut at the sheer pleasure of having his thick cock pistoning in and out of you. He knows just how to fuck you, hitting that spot within you until you’re gushing around him again and again. Your tits bounce against his chest and he leans down to capture your erect nipple in his mouth, suckling and swirling his tongue around it just to stimulate you even more.

You cry out his name repeatedly, your walls clenching around him tight until he’s coming inside you–filling your womb with his hot semen. He keeps your legs around him as he presses his weight slightly against you while he rides his orgasm. You sigh, breathless from your own release–your chest heaving and legs trembling.

After a few minutes, your husband finally moves and just when you thought he’d put you back onto the floor, he walks towards the bed instead without even detaching himself from your cunt. Your walls clamp around him tightly and you can feel his cock twitching back to life. Your mind is reeling at his stamina the first time you experienced it but now, you’re somewhat used to it.

He places you on the bed and presses his body against you, hooking your legs behind him instinctively from your familiarity with this position. You moan when you feel his hips begin to move, slowly at first just so he can push the leaking cum back inside you. And then it’s hard and fast all over again, his cock thrusting in and out of you, each plunge deeper than the next.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he hisses as he slowly pulls out before shoving himself back in, all the way to the hilt, bumping against your cum-filled womb. You gasp out his name, the sensation almost made your heart stop. He’s losing his goddamn mind at the sheer pleasure of fucking you like this, raw and obscene. He pulls back just to watch his cock slide in and out of you, eyes fixated on your cunt, eagerly sucking him in.

“Please fill me up again…” you hear yourself say, looking at him through half-lidded eyes, glazed with lust. You grip onto the silk sheets beneath you as you drown yourself in the sensation–his hot skin against yours, the taste of his lips, the erotic sight of him sweating as he fucks you, the overwhelming scent of sex, and the lewd, wet squelching sound of his cock pumping in and out of your soaking cunt.

“Fucking cum inside me again please…” you beg and his thrusts grow harsher, his fingers sinking into your thighs as he bottoms out inside you. “Fuck yes–hnnng…take my cum!” He grunts, pressing his whole weight on you as his hips ruts violently against you, jets of his hot cum shooting into you and filling your womb again, painting your insides white.

There’s too much now and you feel impossibly full. You hold your breath thinking it will hold it in but the cum continues to spill past your joined flesh and onto the sheets. He stills inside you, pumping the last few drops before pulling out of you, immediately pushing your hips up and placing a pillow beneath you to keep you elevated.

“Fuck, that’s a lot—” he says, watching his semen leak out of you. He scoops them up with his fingers and pushes them back inside you. He curls his fingers only to get a reaction out of you, earning him a stern ‘Lu. Jing. He.’ He laughs and settles himself next to you on the bed, placing a kiss on your forehead then on your lips. He then pushes his cum-covered fingers inside your mouth and you suck on them earnestly, tasting your combined fluids. “Just in case you miss the taste,” he grins.

He then places the same hand against your stomach, rubbing it in circles. You bask in the afterglow with him, your heart swelling with emotions as he brings your hand to his lips, kissing your wedding band, reminding you of his vows to you.

And as your eyes flutter close, you say a little prayer in your head, hoping the gods will finally bless you with a baby—a little Lu Jinghe.

————

Advisor Kim left the tea room just as soon as the two of you began your session—but only after leaving a stack of towels outside the bedroom door. The Emperor slides the door open after you have fallen asleep, ready to call out for the maids but quickly stops himself when he notices the towels. He smiles and brings them into the room, knowing exactly who left them there.

The eavesdropping maid servants leave the tea room soon after, aroused and sexually frustrated. One of them left earlier than the rest to meet with the guard in the storage room for a session of their own.

“Did you get turned on listening to them again?” The guard asks, as he kneels between the maid’s legs. “How loud were they this time?”

She spreads herself wider for him and guides his cock into her, desperate to be filled just like the Empress. “Let’s just say, we didn’t even need to be in the tea room to hear them.”

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About two weeks later, that same maid servant kneels beside you, holding your hair back as you vomit the lunch you had into the bucket. You wipe the residue with the back of your hand and try to steady your breathing only to dive back into the bucket, expelling whatever’s left inside you.

The senior attendant stands by the door, watching you with a knowing smile on her face.

[inklore]

when i said that i love you i meant that i love you forever.

premise: three days before you are to be wed to another, loki show’s up at your doorstep begging you to choose a different path.

pairing: loki laufeyson x (f)reader

warnings: forbidden love, angst, loki being softer than baby poo, mentions of arranged marriage, badly written asgard proper talk (the way they speak is more au than historical bcus i suck lmao), smut (blink and you’ll miss it). 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI.

word count: 3.4k+

etc: this is for my bby jordan ( @tom-whore-dleston )’s writing challenge!! sorry i waited for the very last day to publish this lmao, you know i love to procrastinate, and i’m the worst at writing angst. but i hope you enjoy this! and i didn’t really set this in any specific time frame, but i imagine it’s after the first thor movie and loki didn’t dramatically fall into the black pits of space. but i’d definitely still look at this as au since i don’t think i nailed how loki speaks and etc.

i do not give anyone permission to translate or repost my work, please be respectful — if you enjoyed please comment or reblog!

You can feel him before you actually see him, before he actually speaks and makes his presence known; your nerves standing to attention, the shivers that make you straighten your spine, the lack of oxygen that seems to leave the room everytime the two of you share a space together. Sometimes you wondered if your body had rewired itself, if from the first time the two of you had shared that first glance that lasted a little too long, a brush of your hands in passing. The dances at parties that seemed innocent at first but soon turned into a flock of butterflies plaguing your stomach when he would offer his hand for you to take, his signature cheshire grin making something inside of you settle into the unknown pit of flutters you didn't quite understand at the time; but knew now that it had been affection, adoration, lust, binding feelings on the cusps of love.

And when the two of you finally shared your first kiss, maybe that had been the turning point of the re-wiring in your body. Or perhaps it was when the two of you had laid together, the night you had let his lips travel along more than just your collarbones; down your chest, your breasts assaulted by his hungry mouth. His tongue making you feel a pleasure you'd never known between your thighs. And then once he finally entered you, that stinging burn that quickly turned into pleasure, his beautiful sounds of pleasure against your neck, the devotion in his eyes; that had been the turning point. The point of no return. When your body had made the choice for you that it was Loki and only Loki it wanted.

But it wasn't what your father wanted. It wasn't written into the narrative of how your parents expected your life to go; married to someone worth something, something more than what you were. And Loki may have been a prince, but not to your parents standards. It was almost laughable how stuck in their old ways they were. How even before you were born they had laid out a destiny for you, a destiny you didn't want. A destiny that seemed more than foolish to you.

But a destiny you had no choice but to go along with. What else were you going to do? Oppose them? Start a rift between families that could end in something worse than a heated argument? You were not a confrontational person. Though you were a bit more cowardice than you wanted to admit. And as you looked at yourself in the dress you were to be married in in three days time, you wondered if cowardice was supposed to outweigh love? Was this how it was supposed to go; is that what destiny was, making the ones who love you happy but making the one you love hurt?

It was not the right time for Loki to pop up, for him to show himself after you made it a pointed fact that this was happening and the two of you needed to stay away from the other. That there was no narrative in which this was written where the two of you could live happily beside each other without someone being burned. And, shockingly, Loki had listened. He had kept his distance. So much so you almost thought maybe the feelings the two of you had shared together were not actually shared. That the three summer love affair had been nothing.

And now that he was here, behind you, you actually wished that were true.

“You look beautiful.” The lack of emotion in his voice doesn't apal you, you'd come to learn Loki spoke more volumes when he lacked emotion than when he showed it. But the sentiment still had your breath hitching. Your hands shakily running along the front of your dress.

“You should not be here.” You state simply, flatly. Swallowing in hopes of masking the lump that had seemed to have formed since the night your father had told you were betrothed to someone who wasn't the man you loved.

“I should not do a lot of things, but,” his laugh is deep and pretentious, “we both know I rarely listen to that common sense.”

You turn to scowl at him because now was certainly not the time for his deflecting jokes, to label everything he did as being the God of Mischief; the title being worn and torn from masking all the mistakes he’s made, as if it were the perfect salve to stop the sting of the reality of his actions. The title was never something you had favored. Trickster maybe. But Loki was more than just the God of Mischief. He was more than that in so many ways, though not many could see it. Many had already painted him as the villain and mischief maker that they wanted, that was easier than to look at the bigger picture of who Loki was, what Loki was.

Loki was so many things, so much more to you that all the bad that was now permanently tattooed on the hearts of his people, had done little to make you look at him differently. Had never made you look at him other than normal, a person, a God yes. But one with a soft heart, an incredible mind, and the most achingly beautiful eyes that have your scowl quickly dropping. Your entire being deflating into a puddle of aches that has your stomach falling into a dangerous pit.

It still did not deter you from the reality of him being here, that he should not have come. It was probably the worst idea he had had in a long time. “Loki, you need to leave.” Your hands find your hips as if to show how serious you are, show that you have some sort of authority and right of mind going through you right now; one of you needed to. Even if the prospect of him listening to your demands and leaving was tearing your heart to shreds the more you stared at him.

“Like I said, I rarely listen to common sense, let alone make the best choices.” His smirk slowly falls upon the last syllables, as his eyes travel along the dress adoring your body, as he fully takes you in. “Not that I think this choice is bad, however. I had to see you.”

There is a part of you that wants to be angry, livid that he just showed up in your quarters like this. A part of you that wants to scream at him, that wants to throw things around the room. The anger that's been boiling inside of you for the past months at this whole ordeal. At the simple fact that you can't be with Loki. That life was not a fairytale and sometimes love is not enough to change the tides of time and rewrite a better narrative that doesnt have you absolutely miserable and aching to hug, to kiss, to be with the man you love.

It’s not Loki your anger is aimed at though, the anger that rests in your bones does not have his name labeled upon it. Yes, you're upset he's here right now, but only for the simple fact that the two of you could be caught and the worse could happen from it. But that part that's madly in love with a God you can't have can’t seem to find any anger to let yourself scream. To scowl. To usher him towards the door. And you know if you fake fiend anger it'll just bring tears and you've cried enough tears to fill the waters of Asgard.

“You didn't have to see-”

“Yes. I did.”

Before you can stop him he is standing in front of you, his eyes void of that glint you love so much. There is no joy, no crinkle from a smile in the corner of them. There is only the sure signs of him having made a choice. One he's set on, a hard one, one that he may regret but is ignoring the chance of the consequences souring them. The same look he had the first night he kissed you. As if it could of been the best or worst choices he could of made. And you still do not know which it was. It's with that look that you know nothing you say will make Loki leave your room. The only way he is leaving is through himself or your father catching the two of you and throwing him out. Neither you want.

“Come away with me.”

“What?” The notion takes you off guard so much so that you laugh, actually laugh. Because he has to be joking right? “You're joking,” the emotion from your face dies the longer the silence spreads between you. The longer Loki is showing no signs of actually joking. “Loki…” you sigh, walking away from him, putting distance between the two of you. “We can't.”

“Why can't we?” He turns, “there is nothing saying we can’t. I know places to sneak away quietly, slip through the cracks. No one will know until after we’ve gone.”

“And where would we go? Where in the universe could we go where someone would not know your face, would not be looking for us?”

“No one is going to look for me, I'm not Thor-”

“No, you’re more of a threat than your brother. Which makes you even more of a target.'' The words are not meant to maim but you can tell they hit him in a place you do not mean for them to, and it makes you ache even more. Makes you want to reach out to him, but you are not wrong. This plan is absurd. It's not right. This wasnt another problem Loki or you could run away from, that is not how you lived life. And you thought that of Loki too, maybe you were wrong.

“I will not be missed.”

It breaks your heart that he thinks that, that in some cases it may be the truth for some. But you knew it would not be the case for Thor, or his mother. And you knew Odin would never have it, and once your father found you missing he would certainly make Odin fix the problem before it caused more rifts. You could not see this going a way where the two of you would not be running away from something or someone constantly.

The fact once again setting in that you and Loki were not meant to walk the same path together, not anymore, never. The fear that your time in the sun together has truly burnt out making your ducts burn.

And that is when the tears come. Your eyes burning from the pain of previous cries and breaks that did little to help, just as they were not going to help now. It was only going to shatter both your hearts more. To see the reality of the pain in plain sight. To let it wash over the silence as you wipe your eyes. “We can’t, Loki. We-” your voice cracks, your body shaking with a sob you try to keep silent. The pain in your chest only grows when you feel him pull you into his arms. That warmth of his chest against yours, the heavy thud of his heart against your breaking one, the tears that are staining his shirt; this was love. Raw and rare, love.

“I did not come to..” he swallows, “to make things worse, I guess my talent for that has yet to be outgrown.” He chuckles softly but it dies just as quick. He rocks you in his hold in silence and then he is pulling you from his chest and holding your face in his palms. “We may not agree on this, and you may be right, this is probably another thing to add onto my ever growing list of bad ideas, of plans that may come back to bite in the end of it all.” His thumb swipes away a stray tear, his irises filled with pain, “unfortunately I cannot seem to possess a care that it may. I dont care what my father thinks, what your father thinks. What my people may think. I do not care if Odin sends his army after me and they hunt us down for centuries to come.”

His voice shudders a bit, “you are the only one who has ever seen me. Who has helped me see myself other than what I am supposed to be. I have loved before, I have lost before. But,” he shakes his head. “It never could have been what this is, between the two of us. I have never wanted something so good, and I need good in my life. I need you.”

You shake your head, your vision going blurry from the tears that are continuing to gather and fall.

“I have never been more willing to risk my life on something.”

“You are not just risking your life, Loki.” You sniff, “what if it starts a war? What if people get hurt because of us?”

He frowns, “being together is worth that risk.”

“It is selfish.”

“Should love not be selfish? Is that not what love is?!” You can hear the agony in his voice mix with anger and it makes your entire being shake, makes you want to crumple to the floor and scream.

You push from his arms, “I cannot do it!” You wipe at your eyes trying to catch your breath, your heart is beating so fast in your chest you think it might cause your death. That neither of you will have to worry about leaving together because the pain you feel in your chest will end your life, put you out of this lovesick misery.

The only sounds are your sniffles and silent sobs as the distance between the two of you seems to grow the longer neither of you say anything, as if you can feel the solidification of everything ending. Everything setting itself in stone. Of Loki letting you go.

“Am I not worth being selfish for?”

The weakness in his voice makes your tears stop, makes your gaze meet his again. The slight sheen of tears in his eyes making your heart halt on a beat; as if the absurdity of his question has put a stint in any other thought you could have because how could he think that? Loki was worth more to you than you thought yourself to even truly understand; to understand the notions of this love having. But how could he not think such a thing with the words and actions you have let take over you. You do not think about your next moves, do not stop yourself as you almost trip over your dress as you make your way back over to him, as you close that distance; not allowing it to grow anymore, halting it, telling it to find another home, another being to torture.

When your lips collide with his, it is hard and filled with passion. Your hands on his cheeks as you pull him down, close, so close—you never want him to be that far away again, all that time passed between you. The silence that expanded longer than those few moments, days, weeks, months. You do not want it to go back to that again. Do not know if you could handle it.

But neither can you go along with his plan. Could you? Was it not wrong? Or did that wrong not outweigh the wrong it would be to love and be loved by Loki?

Your forehead rests against his when you pull away, both of your breaths mixing in heavy puffs. “If you want to marry, I will leave you right now. I will not darken your doorstep again.” Loki’s hand runs along your side, up your arm, to your neck. “My days will not be the same without you. I will be less of who I am. But I will forgive you for the decision. I will be understanding.” And you do not have to second guess that he will forgive you, because you know he will. Know that soft part of Loki’s heart that makes him more forgiving to those who treat him less than what he deserves; a side of him not many take into consideration, because of course the God of Mischief would only forgive in vengeance and villinary.

You knew the moment you saw that shine in Loki’s eyes that there had never been any darkness inside of him, even if he had tried to paint it there. It never stuck, never held. The thought that that shine may dim to something dark and dull from love, the love he has for you, makes the tears well back up into your eyes.

“I do not want him.” you never did, never could. Maybe in another life you would happily smile and marry whatever man your parents appointed. Maybe if you had not met Loki things would be that way. But you had met him and there was no taking that back. No shying from that stone cold truth; you were in love with Loki and he would be the only person you would ever be in love with. No marriage contract, or God could tell you differently. Could write it differently. And you knew if you let yourself be taken by anyone other than the man you loved you’d step outside yourself and become someone you were not. Someone different. Someone not you. If everything ended right now you think that would be the most selfish thing you let happen, giving up a love like this. Give someone your fake devotion, when it had already been claimed by another. By Loki. your God of more than just mischief.

So without a second thought you press your lips back to Loki's, the two of you letting the conversation die as you end up between the silk sheets of your bed, your dress stripped from your body and thrown to the side. Loki’s clothes meeting the same fate as he positions himself between your legs, breath mixing with yours as he slowly slips inside of you, moving his hips in slow motions; unspoken words turned into moans and agreements signed with tongues.

His palm runs along the side of your body before it comes to rest at your breast, his mouth latching itself onto your nipple as his tongue rolls across the sensitive bud, his teeth gently grating against it in the process. Making your string of moans turn more into shuddered whimpers, your eyes watching as Loki devours you, as his mouth licks, sucks, and nips at your skin spelling out everything unsaid, everything he cannot speak into words. Every notion of love, every devotion of trust of safety and love that can put a person together, but tear them apart in the same sweep.

And with Loki’s lips against yours, the heat of his body, the feel of his cock fucking you so slow and gentle and with the purpose of something neither of you really understand; the purpose of a love that burns, that stabs, that is pleasurable, and so so good. You know that Loki and you were meant to be put together, not torn apart. His home is in your heart, beside you, between your thighs. The two of you had burrowed so far into the forbidden fruit that there was no getting out now without making a mess, a mess you gladly would suffocate in the fruit to avoid if it meant you and Loki were together. If it meant more nights like this for centuries to come.

You had been so foolish, had hurt the both of you for no reason. Had let your mind be clouded by fake destiny’s and paths when the only place you were always meant to be was with this man. Later you would apologize to Loki, tell him that you were blind to not see it before. And he would of course laugh and tell you you were being crass. That he was never going to let you go without a fight, even if he had to drag you from the altar over his shoulder.

“I love you,” you moan against his lips. “Loki, I love you.” There are tears at the corner of your eyes, there is still hurt in your heart. But Loki quickly kisses them away, quickly brings you back to him, to the pleasure, the love; the pain forgotten, the pain irrelevant to the magic of you and him.

“I’d fight a million men for you, I am yours. You have my devotion, my heart.” Loki groans against your skin, “I love you, forever, you have me.”

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im posting cringe again

im gonna explain all my self ship names bcus i havent cringe posted in awhile and also im trying to indulge myself more for my health

fullmetal heart: edward x hazel

i chose this name based on the monologue edward goes on at the end of the series, which i feel fits them bcus they went through so much pain and grew to be stronger people together.

devils in the details: greed x s/i

i named it this bcus upon meeting greed hazel doesnt know about his like. illegal activities, so theres more to greed than meets the eye

patchwork trio: edward x hazel x greed

theyre three people with wildly different personalities coming together like a patchwork quilt, hence the name

sweet love: keiji x hazel x kai

bcus hazel is a baker. thats it thats the post

love bomb: katsuki x hazel

based on the song from fromis_9 but also this was originally an abusive self ship bcus im traumatized and it helps me cope, so i named it this bcus of 'love bombing'

love from an unknown star: oikawa x hazel

i stole the name from a kdrama LMFAO i chose it bcus oikawa and hazel are kinda from different worlds? i made her more visably autistic to help me navigate my own autism. also oikawa is popular and athletic and hazel is a loser but at least shes cute abt it

moonlight sonata: alucard x hazel

i associate alucard with classical music. also the moon is a prominent figure in castlevania i think????

nerds to lovers: hanako x hazel x tarou

bcus theyre a buncha nerds.

[fricktic]

ur writing essays abt scc's color scheme wheres k_ks . fanny write an post about them being green . we need every member of the polycule . please

if its an essay on k_ks color scheme u want its an essay on k_ks color scheme ur gonna fucking get . hold onto ur antennas boy

well right off the bat i think its relatively safe to say that . green . cant exactly see this being all that controversial of an opinion and as far as ive checked (spent hours scrolling thru the scc tag looking at art) i havent seen anyone interpret them as a color besides green , better yet differed from the canon green at ALL . like everyone agrees yeah this is a good green . and coming from local green enthusiast i can confirm its a good green so this is completely understandable

i will say that something im EXTREMELY INTO is the shade of green on k_ks shop sprite

like look at it . it goes fucking crazy . changed the line art and bg color because with just white and black it doesnt show how truly this shade fucking rocks . i know that its just green a bit hue shifted towards purple but come the hell on this shit rules

i dont care if this is unrelated its still something that came up while looking at k_ks sprites and i want to talk about it anyways . and its still color related so eat my shorts

we all know about normal sprites vs shop sprites being very . yknow . but two things that bother me intently is that

1) her handle goes from black to purple

this one doesnt bother me crazy much bcus it can just be played off as “shop sprites are gonna be more detailed than normal sprites” and yeah fair i guess but . u get where im coming from

and 2) HIS BELT COLOR SWITCHES

this makes me furious this makes my blood boil why does this happen . there is no need for this to happen why did this happen . k_k baby im not mad at u im mad at the person over at deltarune headquarters responsible for this

this is turning into me looking at details of the sprites themselves instead of what this all originated from and that was literally just “what color is k_k” soooooo what if it was purpleeeeee lets see it purple

i will admit that it doesnt look . Crazy Purple . some may argue it looks a lot more blue and while yeah i guesssss it is blue to my brain it registers as purple especially when paired with the green . compared to the purple that sweet and capn are usually associated with tho yeah it isnt the most purple of purples , and in saying this k_k isnt even typically associated with purple anyways . but do u really think i care about that NO i like how they all have a bit of purple one way or another i think it links the three together nicely . theres a lot about their designs that link them together nicely but thats a whole other post

any fucking ways