#buck is absolutely no reason to be naked.

[bpmiranda]

Okay someone mentioned a baby trap on one of the dbf!logan posts and now I need it 😩

Old Enough (Logan Howlett) nsfw

A/N: cream pie, 18+ mutant f!reader who has the same ability that Sister Sage has from The Boys, older!logan, age gap

There wasn’t anyone quite like you that Logan had ever met before. You were incredibly intelligent, posing the most interesting of questions all while being quite young. Logan tried his hardest not to indulge in the depraved ideas lurking in the dark corners of his mind, he really did, but you as smart as you were, you were also quite badly behaved.

Not an uncommon trait of a model student with strict parents who was granted freedom in the form of an on campus dormitory at the X-Mansion. Logan was just happy that your idea for misbehaving involved him and while he knew he shouldn’t have given in to your pouting and teasing, he was just a man at the end of the day. How could anyone say no to you?

Currently, you were straddling his lap in your bedroom. Your hips were rolling slow and gently against him, the hard shaft in his sweatpants lying against his bare abdomen while you sat completely naked. His large hands were running tenderly up and down your back and shoulders, feeling how small your frame is compared to him. “Mm, Professor, keep touching me like this and we’ll have to take those pants off.” You tease, knowing he hates being called ‘professor.’ Logan lightly pats your ass and you bite his lip.

“Don’t you have class soon?” He asks as you move to kiss his neck, your hands roaming the expanse of his chest as you hum. “I can’t be the reason you fall behind, baby.”

You smirk against his jaw and pull back to look at him. “My mutation will literally not allow that to happen.” You said with a subtle hint of what some may call arrogance. Your mutation being that your brain continues to grow and in the same way Logan is able to regenerate, your brain quite literally continuously builds itself up stronger, making you the smartest person in the world. “Don’t tell me you’re scared of getting caught.” You murmur, raking your fingernails through his beard as you continue rolling your hips.

“You’re a student,” Logan says with a chuckle, his cock throbbing at the reminder that a pretty, young girl like you constantly wants to be all over him. “I’m supposed to be the reasonable one here.”

“It’s my last year as a student,” You remind him, subtly pushing his sweats down a little further as your lower belly aches with want of a release. “Come on, Logan,” You gasp as his tip kisses your sensitive clit and he groans. “Won’t you fuck me one last time as a student?” You beg, moaning as his cock pulses against you.

Logan grunts at the slick of your cunt coating his member and his grip tightens on your hips. “You’re a terrible influence.” He groans, guiding you up and onto his head. You bite your lip as he watches you sink down on his length and your body trembles with anticipation. “Fuck, where are you going after you graduate?” He asked, admiring how you sit so pretty on his dick.

“Where do you want me to go?” You ask, warming and clenching his cock with your contracting pussy. “I’ll go wherever you want, Logan. Be whatever you want.” You gasp as he bucks his hips up slightly, adjusting your position on his lap, and he smirks.

“You’re not old enough to come with me.” Logan chuckles and you frown. “Don’t do that.”

“I am old enough,” You defended, crossing your arms over your chest and he can’t help the smile on his face. Logan knows you hate it when he treats you like a kid, which you are, but you don’t think like a girl your age. A lot of it having to do with your mutation. “Logan, I wanna be with you when I leave the school. I want it to be us.” You murmur, caressing his chest slowly and tracing your index finger through the indentations of his muscled torso.

“Baby, you’ve got so much potential to be absolutely anything, and you wanna muck around the North East with me?” He asks with mild disbelief, though he shouldn’t be too surprised. You were always talking about the craving you had for a domestic life, a family, as modern and advanced in your age as you might be, that was always a constant.

“Should I find someone else then?” You ask defiantly and you can feel him tense up underneath you. You push on, hoping to get him mad. “Maybe I’ll shack up with Iceman or Pyro. Be with someone my age.”

Logan’s blood is boiling at the thought, even if it is what he thinks you should do, but it doesn’t make it fun to hear. “I want you too, baby, but I’m just saying you should experience more before you decide you’re ready to settle down.”

With a mischievous glint in your eyes, you begin bouncing lightly on his lap, holding yourself up by his chest. Logan’s head rolls back and he caressed your waist, guiding you along his shaft as you moan softly. “I want to experience you, Logan.” You gasp lightly as his thick girth moves deeper and deeper into you. Your breasts tingle with excitement and you dig your fingernails into his shoulders. “Wanna be yours.”

Logan grunts, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist as he kisses your neck and chest, marking you with love bites that have you whining for more. “You wanna be mine?” He asks you and you nod, biting your lip as he’s looking at you with a darkness in his eyes. The type of darkness that you saw when you knew you were in for a long night with him.

Suddenly, you are flipped over and lying on your back as he is pounding into you from above. One of your legs is hooked onto his shoulder while the other one is pinned to bed so that he can rut deep and roughly into you. Your eyes well with hot tears at his ruthless pace and you know you’re going to cum harder than ever before. “Yes, Logan! Yes!” You cry as your mind goes fuzzy with the ecstasy of your release and he quickly covers your mouth his large hand.

“Gonna get us caught.” He half-heartedly scolds, hoping they hear him as he takes you, makes you his own. “You don’t want them to see what I’m about to do to you.” He smirks and your eyebrows furrow curiously, but you’re too dazed to ask, too muffled to question him.

And then you realize as his hips start to falter in their rhythm, yet he does not move to pull out. Your nails claw desperately at his back, your body trembling as he is jolting your little body up and down the mattress with the force of his thrusts. “Mm! Mm! Hmph!” You whimper and moan as his cock throbs warningly inside you, the man above you thrusts deeply one last time, pressing harshly into your cervix where you feel his load suddenly burst out in thick spurts and your eyes water from the intensity, the feeling of being so full with him and his seed making your eyes roll back into your head. Your body shakes violently from the pleasure of it all and Logan grunts in an animalistic manner as he pumps himself empty deep inside you.

“You’re mine now,” He says as he removes his hand from your mouth and kisses you hard. “All mine, baby.” He coos as you mewl into his kiss while you lay under his weight feeling so filthy and satisfied.

I hope I successfully captured the theme of baby trapping! Let me know what you thought:)

[risuola]

SKIP SANTA, WE'RE BOTH ON THE NAUGHTY LIST ANYWAY — F. READER x GOJO SATORU, who’s always naughty

You aren’t an official couple, more like friends with benefits, but most of your close friends know there’s something going on between you two and it’s all mostly because of how naughty Satoru always is when you’re next to him. He just can’t keep his hands to himself.

cw: suggestive fluff, friends with benefits but really it's just idiots in love, reader discretion is advised — 0,9k words

a/n: with that I'm closing the kissmas event. this one is short, this one is very lighthearted and soft because I just needed some soft Satoru, okay? anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed the little kissmas with me, I'll be back soon with regular content 🖤

kissmas masterlist

“But Santa~!” You whined, fighting with your friend and putting all your force into the futile attempt to pull him out of the bed. It was Christmas and Satoru just wouldn’t leave the sheets and no matter how hard you were tugging on his arm, it was getting you nowhere. It also seemed like nowhere is exactly where the two of you will go that day, instead of heading to the mall to see Santa.

“Oh, skip Santa, we’re both on the naughty list anyway,” he rolled his eyes playfully, his face twisted in the beautiful, toothy grin and he moved up from the pillows. False hope that he’ll get up and ready vanished as soon as he used his long arm to wrap it around your waist and pull you back into the bed. You landed on top of his frame, melting into the familiar warmth and laughing at the stubbornness, so characteristic of him.

“Maybe you are on the naughty list, Satoru,” you protested, lifting your head just enough to look him in the eyes. The cerulean orbs, clear and shimmering like gems in the sunlight were fixed on you, and you couldn’t help but feel privileged to see them so often. Gojo’s eyes were pure magic that never failed to captivate you and you were sure, with those eyes, he would be able to convince you to do everything.

“I sure am. And you are the reason I’m on it,” he replied, his tone teasing and matching the smirk on his lips. “But don’t worry, gorgeous, I have a gift for you anyway, even if you’ve been such a bad, naughty girl lately, no need to chase the old guy in red suit.”

“Oh, you don’t get it,” you chuckled, brushing his nose with the tip of your own. His hands were already wandering across your figure, squeezing the fat on your butt and hips.

“Maybe I don’t,” he bucked his head up, chasing the sweet taste of your lips with his own. “Why sit on Santa’s lap when you can sit on mine?” Satoru grinned at the way you moved your head back, just to not let him have the pleasure of kissing you so easily. You were a teaser and he loved it. “Or better,” he purred, grabbing you and flipping both of you around, “you can sit on my di—"

“Satoru!” You let a laugh out, it was a mess, you were tangled in the covers and he was now above you, naked and absolutely not ashamed. “We were supposed to go with the kids.”

“Oh, I’m sure the teenagers also have better plans than to see the Santa imitation,” the man used the tight position you were in to steal the kisses he wanted. Soon, he was flooding you with quick pecks across your face and lips, and down your neck and shoulders. “You can’t possibly envision Megs enjoying the old prick with a fake beard in the mall.”

“You’re saying this because you’re horny,” you said, faking the serious tone, but you couldn’t keep the act long when his eyelashes were tickling your skin whenever he pressed his face against your body.

“As if you’re not,” he purred, his voice vibrating against the most sensitive spot on your neck before he sucked onto it. “Besides, I know you can’t say no to your best friend.”

“Oh, best friends? Is that what we are?” You couldn’t hold back the laugh and Satoru grinned too.

You and Gojo are not a couple. Not officially, anyway, because if you asked anyone who knows you just enough, they would certainly say you’re in relationship. And it felt that too, it felt beautiful, and intimate and oh-so real. Dinners that led to breakfasts, pecks that led to long displays of passion and so many feelings involved into every moment you share made the situation between you two feel very much like a couple. And you love him, so much – in fact, there’s so much love that you feel towards him that it’s nearly impossible to describe in words. You went with him through the good and bad, you experienced the worst and also the best. Every low has always led to an awesome high, no downs went without the ups.

“I don’t care how you wanna call us,” Gojo smiled, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. “To me, you are everything.” It was a moment. A seriousness in the blue orbs that made for such rare picture that it took your breath away, before his expression changed yet again. This time, a smile tugged on his lips, a sheepish mixture with smugness. “I could call you my wife. Do you want to be my wife?” He was playful, his grin developing, lightening up his gorgeous features. That idiot.

He made you laugh, yet again you felt like falling in love.

“Your wife, huh?”

“Who would say no to that?” He asked, peeling away the layers of bedsheets between your bodies, and struggling with the tangle of comforters and blankets that he himself created just few moments before. “Having all of this to yourself?” Satoru made a theatrical gesture pointing at his own body from head to toes, making a point of how impressive his entirety is. “Your name with my last name sounds great also. And dick, let’s not forget about my dick.”

“Yeah, right, it’s the dick that does it for me,” you were laughing. The warmth was filling every cell of your body.

“Knew that.”

“You’re an idiot. But I love you, Satoru.”

“I love you too.”

[cevansbrat0007]

Jiggly

Summary: You find yourself feeling a little self-conscious after it becomes clear you've gained a little weight.

Warnings: Insecure Reader, Ari Being A Menace, Discussions of Body Image, Mentions of Disordered Eating, Smut (Heavily Implied), Oral Sex (Fem Rec Implied), Light Spanking, Cursing, Clothed Male Nude Female (CMNF), Talk of Potentially Abusive Exes, Brief Discussion of Murder, Pet Names, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: Dedicated to @curls-and-eyeliner and @dc41896. This story will more than likely take place in my upcoming Sweet Renegades Series. Not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated. Thanks for reading!

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“Lemme see.” 

“Seriously, Ari?” You mumble, throwing your arms over your face. “Ari–no!” Your man’s eagerness has you almost immediately second guessing yourself as you hastily go back to protecting your middle. 

“Why not?” Your man purrs, nuzzling the fabric of your threadbare flannel shirt with the tip of his nose. It was your favorite thing to wear when you felt like this. Not because it was exceptionally cute, but because it was comfortable.

Nevermind the fact that it had once belonged to Ari. And that you usually only wore it when he was away on a job and you were missing him.   

“I just wanna see what all this fuss is about, Bird.”

“I already told you.” The words are spoken in a huff. After a brief debate, you decide to take advantage of the element of surprise and flip your positions so that you’re straddling him. “I’m feeling a little jiggly.”  

“Right, you’re…jiggly.” A small snort slips from his mouth before he can compose himself. “I heard what you said the first three times you said it. Didn’t make a lick of sense then and it doesn’t make any now.” 

Annoying bastard. Not everyone could walk around all day sporting washboard abs. Especially not a girl like you whose passion for baking was almost as big as her passion for books.

“Oh, shut up.” You grunt, rolling your eyes as you go to pin his hands above his head. 

“I’m just pointing out that my ears are working fine.” He picks that moment to buck his hips, almost knocking you off your perch. Somehow you manage to steady yourself, but it’s absolutely easier said than done.

“Hold still, Levinson!”

“Looks to me like you’re the one doing all the moving.” Ari’s hearty chuckle has you redoubling your efforts to hold him hostage. “Although, I can’t say I’m complaining.” He purrs, his lidded gaze straying to your now-heaving chest. “But I really think our next move should be gettin’ you outta that shirt.”

Fat chance of that one, pal. The last thing you wanted was to be naked in front of him right now. Sunlight wasn't known for being slimming.

“Nope.” 

“I vote yes.” Ari twists his big body, jerking against your hold. “And while you’re at it you can lose the shorts too, along with the panties.” 

“But I’m not wearing any.” The words tumble out faster than you can stop them. It’s enough to have you mentally slapping yourself in the face.

“Even better.” The feral gleam in his eyes sends sparks shooting straight to your core. “I’m a simple man, baby. And giving me easy access to that sweet pussy is the quickest way to my heart.” 

You roll your eyes so hard it’s a surprise that you don’t lose them. As it was, your flimsy shorts were already riding up your ass in a way that was kind of uncomfortable. Mostly because your man wouldn’t stay still.

“Bird, what have I told you about rolling your eyes at me?” The soft, silky timbre of his voice has alarm bells sounding in your head.

“Um…” Now, that one has you at a loss. And not because you didn’t know the answer to his question.

In the past, Ari had explicitly warned you not to do it. Not unless you wanted him to give you a few reasons to keep ‘em rolling. Specifically in the form of his thick, hard cock. Because while your man was usually more than willing to put up with quite a bit of sass from you...

There was just something about rolling your eyes that pissed him off. In fact, the last time you’d done it you’d found yourself bent over the couch with a sore ass and him balls deep inside you.

Granted you’d also been in the middle of a fight, but that was neither here nor there. 

“Cat got your tongue, sweetheart?” 

“Bite me.” You snap, your mouth once again moving faster than your brain. Fuck, you needed to get a handle on that.  

Ari has you on your back in a flash. He looms over you, careful not to give you his full weight. It went without saying that you were well on your way to getting yourself in trouble with your man.

Him and stupid rules about maintaining proper eye eye contact and refusing to tolerate your brand of self-deprecating talk. He always maintained that if he ever found himself wanting one of those rail-thin Hollywood types over you, he’d go see about getting his head checked out. 

To him you were gorgeous. Not because of or in spite of your curves. But because you were you. 

“Where’s all this sass coming from?” Ari asks, shaking his head as his nimble fingers begin the work of unfastening your flannel. “It can’t all be because you’re feeling squishy.”

“Jiggly.” You correct him gently, your heart speeding up as he slowly unfastens one button, and then another. 

“My mistake, Duchess.” And there was his other nickname for you; the one you’d earned yourself during your very first meeting. “I just don’t like seeing my girl upset – especially not when she’s been walking around my place all day looking good enough to eat.”

Soon you’re down another button, but you hardly notice this time. You’re too busy getting lost in his sparkling blue eyes.

Only a few more to go. Frankly, the only reason Ari hadn’t ripped the damn thing was because he knew just attached you were to it. And he didn’t want to risk upsetting you further.    

“I’m sorry.” You try, catching your bottom lip between your teeth. While your boyfriend doesn’t say anything, the apology does manage to earn you a kiss. Even though it’s nothing more than a faint brush of his mouth over yours. 

“Swear to God, baby.” Ari hums as he resumes the delicate task of divesting you of your clothes. “If I ever meet the man responsible for planting all those ugly thoughts in the beautiful mind of yours…” Once all the buttons are finally undone, he parts the edges of the worn fabric, exposing your bare breasts.

“Ari…”

“I’ll fucking kill him.” His dark gaze locks with yours, making it clear that he’s not joking.   

“Beast…” A shiver courses through you, the cool air making your nipples pebble. “This has nothing to do with him. My clothes have been feeling a little snug lately, but then I stepped on the scale this morning and it confirmed everything. I’ve probably just been eating too much.”

“Bullshit. I’ve seen how much you eat.” The tick in his bearded jaw has you glad your ex no longer lived in the same county as you. “Some days it’s still nowhere near enough. Might as well be a bunch of birdseed. And since when do I even own a fucking scale?” 

Since you’d relocated it from your house to his. But your man doesn’t even give you time to respond. He’s already decided on its new home.

“It’s going in the trash, Bird.” Ari growls, his tone dripping with authority. 

“But I need –”

“What you need to do is not worry about counting every single calorie in every tiny bite of food you put in your mouth all the damn time.” His big hands go to frame your face as he forces himself to take a calming breath. “Because I remember what it was like back then, when you were too nervous to even eat in front of me.” 

Shit. You did too. You’d been so worried that he’d make some remark about how much food you were putting in your mouth or on your plate that you’d done your damndest to avoid eating in front of him altogether.  

“And I will not let us go back to that place, baby. I just won’t.” Ari’s head dips once more – this time his tongue sweeping past your lips to tenderly dance with your own as he pours every ounce of love he can into the kiss. He groans when he finally feels you relax beneath him, almost as if he’s savoring your submission. “You have my fucking word.” He murmurs once he finally lets you up for air.   

“I think that maybe I just need to eat more salads.” You tell him as your toes begin to curl. At the same time, a delicious warmth pools in your belly as your man begin’s trailing soft, open-mouthed kisses down your body. Your fingers sink into his chestnut tresses, lightly ruffling the strands.   

“Eat whatever the fuck you want.” Comes his swift rebuttal, his sharp teeth grazing over your pouting nipple.

“Bu–but…then my clothes might not fit.” A hiss of breath escapes as his kisses continue to move further south. “Like, at all.”

“Then we’ll just have to buy you some more goddamned clothes then, won’t we?” Ari snarls before pausing his hedonistic assault to glare up at you. When you don’t respond immediately, one of his hands finds your chin – gripping it with just enough force to let you know he means business. 

Your man was also the type who liked to hear an answer when he asked a question. And that wasn’t something that only applied to you. It was true for everyone. He didn’t talk just to hear himself speak.

“Yes, Sir.” To be fair, it was hard to argue with your boyfriend’s logic. And if he wanted to spend his hard-earned money he’d made off of chasing bad guys, then perhaps you’d ought to let him. 

The last thing you needed was him off pouting in the corner somewhere. He was a sizable enough menace already. He didn’t need the extra help.

“Thank you.” He grumbles, shifting his attention to what’s left of your clothes. Namely, your shorts. The ones Ari wasn’t too keen on you wearing out of the house on account of the fact that they barely covered your ass. Shaking his head, he eases the thin material down your thighs before tossing them over his shoulder. 

Now you were well and truly naked – completely at the mercy of your still fully-clothed Beast.

“Show me what’s mine, please.” Ari rasps, nudging your thighs apart. In the mood to obey, you let them fall open, putting your glistening cunt on  display. “There’s a good girl.” His fingers reach out to brush over your sensitive folds, making you whimper. 

Feeling brave, your hand shoots out to wrap around his thick wrist. “Wait. I was thinking I’d like to, um…makeup for upsetting you a little bit ago.”

“Really, Bird? You wanna make it up to me?” He maneuvers himself on the bed so that he can help you sit up. Nodding, you move to reach for him – intending to remove his t-shirt. Only to be surprised when Ari stops you. 

“But I want it off.” You whine, poking out your lower lip. “You’re not playing fair.”

“That’s because we’re not playing. If you wanna make it up to me then you’re just gonna have to do what I say.” He smooths a thumb across the wrinkles in your brow. “You can suck me off later. After you’ve fed me.”

“Huh?”

“You heard me.” Grinning, Ari goes to lie flat on his back, his muscled arms coming to rest behind his head. “Now bring your sweet ass over here and sit on my face.” He pats his chest for good measure, licking his lips in anticipation. “And I mean all the way down.”

“But what if I –” Your stream of consciousness is interrupted by Ari tugging you forward. He grips your thighs, his slightly calloused palms tenderly kneading your flesh as he urges you up his body in the direction of his waiting mouth. 

This position always makes you nervous – regardless of whether or not you’d had to jump into your jeans that morning. 

“You just let me worry about all those pesky what-ifs.” Your man grunts, letting it be known that the only way to satisfy him right now is to submit. He spanks your ass when you hover too long above his face. “The only thing you need to be concerned about is how I’m gonna redden that ass if you don’t do as you’re told and sit all the way down.”

You feel your face flush as your empty walls clench. Your body was feeling more than a little needy. You were craving your man's cock like the drug that it was. But before you got what you wanted, you'd have to make a couple of concessions first.

Starting with this one...       

“I mean it, Bird.” He growls, delivering a sharp smack. “All the way down, please. I’m not worried about being able to breathe.” You jump when you receive another smack for your trouble. “Besides, if it’s my time to go…then I’d much rather go out with the taste of you on my tongue.” 

"Now let's see just how many you can give me."

END

[strangererotica]

Just Tell Me When You’ve Had Enough

EXPLICIT CONTENT | MINORS DNI

Sub!Mike Schmidt x Dom!Fem!Reader • Includes edging, queening, oral, squirting, cum eating, bondage

His soft doe eyes gaze up at you, wide and hopeful. Mike wants two completely opposite things, at the same time: for you to finally allow him the orgasm you’ve been edging him towards for hours now, and conversely, for you to keep teasing and provoking him with no relief in sight…

Mike never realized how much he enjoyed submission, till he began dating you. He’d always fallen easily into the dominant role during sexual encounters; it simply came naturally to him. You opened Mike’s eyes to a whole new way of experiencing sex, and although he’s still learning, he couldn’t be a happier student.

He’s painfully hard, naked from the waist down, a white t-shirt plastered to his chest with sweat, wrists bound by rope to the posts of his bed. This is Mike’s idea of paradise now; there’s nowhere else he’d rather be than under your complete control.

You lean forward and swipe your tongue over the head of his cock; Mike convulses like an electrical current has just passed through him. You can’t help but find it amusing. He’s so cute like this, helpless and absolutely desperate, and all for you. A sweet little tied-up toy for you to play with and cuddle and torment in the most delicious ways.

You make yourself comfortable on the bed, moving a hand between your thighs, spreading your wet, puffy lips apart for Mike to see. He flinches forward, his lips a tight line, every muscle in his body tensed. Fuck he wants to touch you, to taste you. But he’s tied up like an animal, and maybe for good reason. Maybe if Mike wasn’t restrained, he’d lose control. If you continue touching yourself like that in front of him, close enough that he can smell you…fuck he’s losing it-maybe he’ll behave like the animal your bonds have reduced him to. Mike hates this-it’s destroying him. He doesn’t want it to stop.

You blow a little kiss of air against his pink, leaking tip. A hungry groan rolls up from Mike’s chest. “Does it hurt?” you taunt, grinning up at him from between his legs. Mike growls back in response, his forehead tight. It’s more than obvious that the pleasure he’s experiencing shifts continuously between pleasure and pain. You glide your fingers between the folds of your pussy, savoring the look of frustration and pure sex on Mike’s face as his eyes hone in on the space you’re touching yourself.

His jaw goes slack, lips parting in a subconscious effort to taste you. His white t-shirt is soaked through with sweat, the dark hair on Mike’s chest and belly visible through the fabric. His cock is standing erect and pulsing, bobbing over his stomach. Fresh beads of pearlescent arousal leak from his tip, dripping down Mike’s cock and drying on his neglected balls.

His head falls back, defeated. In a small, pathetic voice, Mike begs you to please let him come. Lucky for him, you’re feeling generous. Spreading your legs around his waist, you crawl up Mike’s body (still avoiding his cock) and sink your bare cunt over his face. Mike whimpers into your heat; the vibrations from his grateful little sobs go straight to your core. You thread your fingers through Mike’s curls, holding his head in place while he eats you to climax. Mike moans like a bitch into your cunt as he ejaculates untouched, his cock twitching behind your back and spilling cum all over his stomach.

He’s coming down from his release, rutting his nose between your lips, unwilling to release your cunt till he’s made you come as well. Mike fucks his tongue in and out of your sopping hole, lapping your guts like he’s starving, greedy, hungry thrusts that have your hips bucking and thighs clamping around his face as you ride it. Mike savors the sting in his scalp as you tug his hair into fists, the burn of your feet kicking bruises into his chest, the gush of your orgasm running down his neck and soaking his mattress.

Mike eases his tongue from inside you, gazing up between your thighs as you lift yourself off his face. You leave him tied up a minute or so more, just long enough to let him watch you lick his cum off his stomach (after forcing him to make a mess all over himself, a little cleanup is the least you could do…). He watches you in awe, wondering how the hell he got so lucky, finding you? And he’ll never stop wondering, either… 💋

[starlightsuffered]

Litter

Info - breeding kink, soft Dom, stress, pillow princess reader, trying to get pregnant, cock warming, cream pie, unprotected sex, sub space

I'd had such a terrible day. Stress at every turn. I wished desperately that I was in Timothée's arms but I had to make do with texting him. He'd had to work late every day this week. I had no reason to think today would be different.

I slumped into the house. I was almost happy Timothée wasn't home. We were trying to get pregnant. I didn't have the energy to be sexy right now.

However, when I turned on the living room lights there he was. He was naked and had a rose clenched between his teeth.

"Weady to ake a aby?" He asked, voice distorted from the rose. I burst into uncontrollable tears.

"Woah!" The word was clear as he dropped the rose and darted forward with worry.

"Angel what's wrong?" He asked.

I didn't even fully know why I was crying. I wiped my eyes and let him hold me close in his arms.

"I'm s-sorry," I sniffled. "I had the worst day. I just can't be sexy for you Timmy. I am so sorry."

"You? Not sexy? That's absolutely impossible," he scoffed. "If you give me the chance I'll show you just how sexy you are."

"You would?" | asked. He was already on his knees slipping my skirt down.

"Baby, just let me take control," he he begged. He was kissing my thighs and then got to my clothed pussy. H kissed it over and over until I was practically a puddle of mush.

"Okay," I said. I slithered down in his arms. He laid me down on the blankets he'd prepared.

"You're so beautiful. So stunning and sexy in every way. Don't ever think you're not everything I want," he said softly. My panties were gone. Next my top and my bra. I felt free and peaceful.

"Mmmmmm," he's buried his head in my stomach and moaned against the skin.

"I can't wait to fill you. To have your stomach grow with a baby. I can't wait to parent with you," he sighed. He drew designs on my stomach. "A baby, with the love of my life."

"Timothée, let me put on lingerie, or ride you or something. You put so much work into-"

"Absolutely not," he protested. "You will lay back and feel good."

"But Timmy I-"

"You will feel good," he growled. He had pinned me down by my wrists and he loomed over me. His dedication to having me feel pleasure was so sexy my hips involuntarily bucked upward.

"There's my girl," he smirked. He kissed down my throat and buried his face in my neck. He slowly guided his cock deep inside my pussy.

"Oh, Timothée," | gasped. The way he thrusted, it couldn't be explained, it refused to be. His hips snapped so deep and yet the strokes were so long, making sure every space of my pussy was filled. There was the sharp loss of fullness and then the euphoria of my heat brimming with his member.

"You feel like a dream, like one I never want to wake up from," he said in a voice laced with such lust I could've become dizzy.

"Timmy, my Timmy, feels so good!" I breathed.

"That's it, that's my girl, doesn't need to do a thing, just let Timothée breed you," he said gently.

"Oh please," I begged. That word had gone right through me.

"Your perfect pussy. You want it to be bred? You want me cumming inside you until you burst. Didn't even have to do a thing for me to spill my seed inside you," he cooed in my ear as he massaged my breasts. I was heaving, my tits lifting into his hands with my breaths so that he could touch them more.

"Timothée, oh, yes," I could hardly speak as I lifted my hips to meet his.

"That's it lover girl. Up and down, just let me slide my cock in and out. I'll breed your womb so deep. I'll fill you with a litter of pups. Every one bred deep in your womb," he was chanting the words like they were holy.

"Oh yes, yes, fill me. I want to be bursting with cum," | pleaded and wrapped my body around his.

"You want my seed to be so plentiful inside you that you're leaking?" He whispered in my ear. His cock was pounding inside me. He went so deep I was surprised I wasn't already pregnant.

He grabbed my jaw and I whimpered as he kissed me deeply. His cock was drilling inside me. I could feel myself slipping into fuzzy sub space. It was only me and him floating on clouds in a land of pure bliss.

"I'm going to breed a litter of pups into you Mon amour," he said darkly. I exploded. I was wailing and my nails dug into his scalp as I brought his head to me to kiss him. He sucked my tongue as he moaned and let loose inside me. He was fucking his cum deeper and deeper inside me. The wet stickiness felt too good to describe.

"Oh Timothée, that was perfect," | heaved.

"Let me take care of you now," he said, making to get up.

"No, no, baby, cork me up a little longer. I really want that huge load to stay inside me and impregnate me," ! begged. He thrusted once more and I moaned.

"Anything for you Angel," he smirked.

[gabessquishytum]

Had a thought last night during ~activities~ about Hob teaching Dream about human pleasure.

Dream sitting naked in Hob's lap, face buried in his neck and arms clinging around his shoulders. He's shaking and crying from overstimulation.

Hob is holding him so gently and telling him how good he's being while he strokes Dream's cock. He's been teasing him for ages, keeping him on the edge of orgasm.

Dream is *begging* to come by the end of it, sobbing and scrabbling at Hob's skin as he writhes, bucking into his touch.

He comes so hard he nearly passes out.

After, Hob treats him so gently, getting him into a warm bath and making sure he drinks water and hand feeding him fresh fruit.

When he finally tucks Dream into a bed with fresh clean sheets, Dream has regained enough of his brain to drag him in by the hair for a rough kiss, and rasp out, "next time, it's your turn."

Oh gosh yes this is delightful! I have a personal headcanon that Dream is very much used to getting off very quickly; he has no experience of delayed gratification. Because he has no refactory period and can just go again immediately there's been no reason for him to ever stop himself from orgasming.

So Hob is the first one to teach him how good it feels to wait, to deny himself pleasure... and Dream feels it SO intensely. He truly falls apart in Hob’s arms, his cock leaks so much there's fluid dripping down his thighs. His face is flushed pink and he feels so embarrassed but so fucking good at the same time, he can't even form a single coherent thought! He can't believe that Hob has reduced him to this and he absolutely loves it. He feels so many new sensations, he knows that this night with Hob will inspire a million new dreams, and he truly feels alive. The orgasm that Hob finally grants him nearly splits the universe down the middle. Its a good thing that the other Endless are around to keep the fabric of reality in good order, because Dream just completely loses it.

And the aftercare is almost as good as the orgasm, actually. Dream might be addicted to having Hob’s attention. He wants to sit in Hob’s lap like a pretty pet forever. It's the only throne he cares about. And yes, he is going to learn to edge Hob until his poor human brain turns to mush... turnabout it fair play, and Hob is so pretty when he cries!

[midniiights-garden]

Your Eyes... They're like Diamonds. Mizu x Fem!Reader [2]

Summary: The second part of your encounter with Mizu. Things will get heated, but by how much is the question.

Possible TWs!!: Suggestive themes, nudity, cursing

IF YOU ARE NOT 18+ PLEASE DO NOT CONTINUE READING!!

"What?"

Mizu stared at you, completely and utterly confused. Did... Did you just ask her to stab you? Most people would be terrified to have her blade at their throat yet you seemed a little bit too eager. A bit too happy. She lowers her katana, now attempting to recover herself. She was still buck ass naked after all.

"I'm sorry... What did you just ask me?" Mizu asks again, brows drawn as she continues to try to comprehend what you just said.

"I-I, uh-!" I stutter, now realising how awkward this was. The words hadn't meant to slip out of my mouth yet it happened. However, I was terribly underequipped socially to respond. I could only stare (at her face... not anything else...) as I feel my face heat up, not able to do anything much.

"Did... why?" Mizu continues.

"I... you're just... you know... really pretty...?" I squeak, feeling my face get redder and redder with each word. Despite being in a snowy landscape I defintely did not feel it. My entire body was hot with both shame and embarassment, my eyes refusing to meet Mizu's.

On the other hand Mizu is absolutely reeling. Were you joking? You didn't seem like it. No, you were far too embarassed by your words to have been joking. But... did that mean you were attracted to women? And if you were... why did she actually feel happy about it?

Mizu did not have a great many examples of romantic nor sexual relationships. Her mother raised her alone (for obvious reasons), Master Eiji's wife was dead and then there was whatever the hell Akemi and Taigen had. So, not many good examples. And her own past marriage was... not great either. To put it lightly. Mizu had always just assumed she was solely attracted to men and yet here she was, absolutely confused as to why she felt so elated that there was a possibility you were attracted to her. Scratch that: that you were definitely attracted to her.

I had been standing there for a while now as Mizu lost herself in her thoughts, my face somehow continuing to go red. Why? Why did she have to be built so beautifully? From her lithe form to the curve of her hips and breasts it was so incredibly hard to keep your thoughts PG13.

"Uh... M-Mizu?" I manage to croak. "Do you... maybe... want to put some clothes on...?" With that Mizu's trance is broken, her eyes snapping upwards to meet mine (much to my dismay). She marches forward, pinning me against a nearby tree. Her hands are on either side of my face, her eyes glaring daggers into mine.

"Do you think this is funny?" She hisses, still not wanting to believe the things I had said.

I shake my head. "N-No! Not at all! Mizu, I'm being serious-"

She doesn't allow me to finish, her lips enclosing over mine before I could even get a word in. My breath hitches in my throat, breathing completely stopped as she kisses me. Her lips were so... so soft. Holy shit. I was in absolute heaven. Once she pulled away I swore I was going to pass out, her brilliant blue eyes staring into mine.

She huffs, her heart hammering in her chest. Mizu didn't understand why she felt like this. She didn't understand why she was so... turned on? Was she turned on? She defintely felt like she was turned on. Watching the way your face moved, the widening of your eyes, the twitch of your lips and the furrow of your brows. When had you gotten so pretty? Without thinking Mizu trails her hand towards your hip, rubbing circles over your clothed skin.

"What the fuck is this..." Mizu grumbles, moving her lips towards your neck.

"M-Mizu?" I squeak, eyes widening even further. I felt hot. So hot. Even more hot than before. If my earlier heat was caused by embarassment this bout of heat was caused by the fact that she was quite literally feeling me up now.

"Do you want this?" Mizu finally whispers.

(A/N: HAHAHAHAHA YOU THOUGHT FUCKERS. Jk im gonna continue this, i just felt like it needed some prerequisite explanation and build up as i wanted to really emphasisize the point that Mizu was confused. Plus, in my personal headcanons (and somewhat canon) she is rather hesitant to initiate or engage in physical intimacy. So, ig my own fanfic is breaking my own characterization a lil 😭😭😭)

[toutallyahoe]

i feel so many emotions for this man and those are anger, fear and horny

absolutely a fucking red flag but baby i wear rose tinted glasses for a reason

warnings: cockwarming (mentioned), overstimulation (implied), hwanseong being the sadist that he is, minor spoilers of "the world is money and power" (s2, e12)

Irritating.

"I don't mind if you participate yourself. You will get there just in time if you take a flight today... what do you say, Mr Hwanseong Kang?"

They were so goddamn irritating!

"Ugh... this is so annoying. Can't you just deal with it yourselves?" Hwanseong said, annoyed as he stopped moving and instead made himself comfortable as he loosely held his phone to his ear. Rolling his eyes when he remembered what Huiju Ya told him not so long ago to led to this phone call. Fucking hell, they were all so pathetic. "Do I really have to hear your stinking voices from all the way over here?"

"I mean— hey, stop it. I'm on the phone," Hwanseong scolded as he firmly slapped [Name]'s stomach. Making sure to give the man a little glare. Yet it seemed like [Name] was desperate, bucking his hips up to Hwanseong. Hwanseong prepared to scold the other man again when the words were cut off along with his train of thought as he bit back a groan leave his lips. "Ugh... fuck... yeah, yeah," a moan leave his lips as he enjoyed the way [Name]'s cock nestled inside him, the tip hitting his prostate nicely as [Name] desperately buck his hips up to get some stimulation on his cock. Having enough from Hwanseong just sitting there and warming his dick.

"Hm, anyways," Hwanseong said as he slapped [Name]'s stomach again so the man can stop moving as Hwanseong brought back his attention to the phone call he still was on. Fucking hell, those bastards really called in at the worst time imaginable. He literally fucked off the country for a bit to enjoy his time and do other bullshit than this! Hwanseong already knew what he was going to do... because there was no way in hell he would be joining this stupid and annoying plan to get back to the irritating bastard that should've learned his place way fucking earlier. "Hey, Jongho."

"Yeah?"

"If you're gonna lose with my face on... go ahead and get some plastic surgery. Get yourself a different face, alright?" Hwanseong said to his brother as he immediately cut off the call. Not even giving a fuck on what his younger twin was going to reply as he then threw his phone somewhere in the room. Not caring if it breaks, he can afford a new one anyway. Right now, Hwanseong was going to focus back on what he was doing early before those annoying bastards had disturbed him.

"Where was I?" Hwanseong wondered out loud as he then smiled. Looking down, Hwanseong enjoyed the pathetic and teary look on [Name]'s face. The poor man looked so pathetic and out of it as he was naked and tied in bed, biting his bottom lip to the point the skin broke and blood came out of the bruise. His smile grew wider as he felt [Name] twitch inside of him. It looked like the other still could come. Good. "Right, having my way with you."

"I didn't tell you to move earlier," Hwanseong let out a dark chuckle as he heard [Name] whimper. He placed his hands on [Name]'s stomach, making sure his nails scratched and dig into the sensitive skin, leaving it red and irritated on the scratch marks he left. Hwanseong raised his hips up, shuddering at how [Name]'s cock slipped out inch by inch until the tip was left in his hole. And then Hwanseong slammed himself down on, repeating the process and each time he raised and slammed himself down, it was done with such vigour. Hwanseong groaned in delight at the feeling of the burn of being stretched out by [Name]'s cock as he rode the tied-up man ruthlessly.

"You're all mine now," Hwanseong said in between his moans. Just wanting to say those words out loud. Because finally, he didn't have to share with Taehoon about their favourite little pet. Taehoon was too possessive after all and Hwanseong was glad that guy was out of the picture now. "Be a good boy, okay?"

[thebadgerclan]

Joggers

Pairing: Alex Claremont-Diaz x Henry Fox

Summary: On a trip to the lake house, Henry's choice of attire catches Alex's eye…

Smut!

It was wonderful seeing Henry like this: free, comfortable, happy.  Ellen had secured her second term, there was no reason for Alex and Henry to hide anymore.  They were free to love each other openly, free to scream from the rooftops that I love the Prince of England, and no one could stop him.  It was the week following the election, and Alex had seized the opportunity to take Henry back to the lake house for a week, to give them the time to relax and just be with each other that they so desperately needed and deserved.

It shouldn’t be possible, to fall more and more in love with someone every time you saw them, but there Alex was, doing just that.  Henry was on one of the lounge chairs out back, the book he was currently plowing his way through open in his hands.  Alex had come outside with the intent of asking his boyfriend if he wanted anything to eat, but upon seeing him, his thoughts turned in a very different direction.

Henry was wearing one of Alex’s hoodies, something the Prince did quite often, and a pair of charcoal gray joggers.  As Alex stood, dumbstruck by how stupidly beautiful his boyfriend was, he distantly thought that he’d never seen Henry in sweatpants before.  And that seeing said boyfriend in sweatpants apparently turned him on far more than Alex had anticipated.  Christ, he’d seen Henry in designer suits, in his sinfully tight polo bottoms, he’d seen him naked for fuck’s sake, but for some reason, seeing him in a pair of jogger sweatpants had every drop of blood in his body running south.

So, Alex shifted his plans.  He moved to stand next to Henry, taking his book and lying it face down on the nearby table.  “Alex, what are y-” Henry began, but trailed off when Alex deposited himself in his lap and pressed his lips to his.  “Do you have any idea how sexy you are, baby?” Alex asked, kissing Henry’s jaw.  Henry sighed, tipping his head back, allowing Alex more access to his throat, which he happily pressed kisses to.

“What has gotten into you, love?” Henry asked, and Alex kissed him again, shifting from Henry’s lap to kneel on the ground, trailing his lips down his clothed chest as he did.  “Alex, what are you…?”  “Fuck, baby, I don’t know why, but seeing you in sweats…it’s doing it for me, alright?”  Alex kissed Henry’s hip through his joggers, letting his lips drift toward his covered cock, which was hardening quickly under Alex’s ministrations. When Alex began mouthing at Henry’s cock, the Prince let out a strangled moan, his hand shooting to Alex’s hair, gently wrapping his fingers through the midnight strands.

“Can I suck your dick, baby?” Alex asked, looking up at his boyfriend though his lashes, those fucking eyelashes, and Henry nodded.  “Yes, Alex, please.”  Alex untied the drawstring of Henry’s joggers and tugged them down, Henry lifting his hips to get them down, and Alex let out a rather loud moan.  Henry had forgone underwear, and Alex felt his cock throb in his jeans.  “Are you trying to kill me, H?”  Henry laughed, cupping Alex’s cheek tenderly.

“Perhaps I’m trying to give you ease of access, darling.”  Alex scoffed, dipping his head to take his boyfriend into his mouth.  Henry let out a shuddering breath as Alex wrapped his lips around the head of his cock, bobbing his head while resting his hands on Henry’s hips.  “Shit, Alex, you’re so good at this.”  Alex flushed with pride, taking Henry deeper, swallowing around his length.

Henry tugged on Alex’s hair gently, and Alex brought a hand up to cover Henry’s on the back of his head.  Unfortunately, Alex couldn’t take all of Henry in his mouth at once, but he had wrapped a hand around the inch or so he couldn’t suck and was stroking in time with his mouth.  Henry was moaning softly, sounds that would absolutely be filling Alex’s dreams tonight.  “Alex, fuck, I…I need…”

Alex hummed, which made Henry buck his hips, which in turn made Alex moan again.  Henry was close, Alex knew, but he wasn’t expecting to be pushed away.  “Alex,” Henry panted.  “Shit, Alex.”  “Are you okay?” he replied.  “Did I do something wrong?”  “No!” Henry quickly assured.  “No, love, you’re perfect.  But I want to come with your cock inside me.”  Alex could have come from his words alone, but he stood, pulling Henry to his feet and kissing him hungrily.

Henry could taste himself on Alex’s tongue, and he didn’t bother righting his sweats as he and Alex made their way inside and to the bedroom.  Alex pushed Henry onto the bed, hurriedly pulling his sweatshirt over his head and pulling his jeans and boxers off.  Henry had kicked his joggers off completely and was in the process of removing his (Alex’s, really) hoodie.  Finally, they were both naked, and Alex snagged a condom and the bottle of lube from the dresser before joining his boyfriend. 

“How do you want me, baby?” he asked, pressing a kiss to Henry’s lips.  He slicked his fingers and began working Henry open, relishing in the breathy sighs and moans he let out.  “I want you close,” Henry said.  “I want to feel you.”  Alex nodded, bending to kiss him, his free hand cupping his cheek.  Once Henry was sufficiently prepped, Alex withdrew his fingers and rolled a condom on, kneeling between the Prince’s spread legs.

Slowly, Alex pressed in, watching Henry’s face for any signs of discomfort.  There were none, but the way Henry’s brows furrowed together, his eyes shut, and jaw dropped, made Alex surge forward and kiss him again.  He kept his body close to Henry’s, their chests nearly flush.  Alex rested his forehead against Henry’s, one hand still cupping his cheek, the other finding his hand, lacing their fingers together.

“So beautiful,” Alex praised.  “My beautiful baby.”  Henry was still unused to being praised, especially so openly, and his boyfriend’s words made his breath hitch.  “A-Alex,” he whispered, and the man above him slowly began thrusting.  “I love you, H.  I love you so much.”  Henry tipped his face upwards to kiss Alex, wrapping his arm around his neck, pulling him closer.  “Fuck, you feel so good,” Henry managed, his voice slightly shaky.

Alex fucked him a bit harder, shifting the angle of his hips to hit Henry’s prostate, which had the Prince crying out and clutching at Alex’s hair.  “Fuck, Alex, I…I’m close.”  “Yeah, sweetheart?  Gonna come for me?”  Henry nodded, arching his back as he felt his orgasm creeping steadily closer.  Alex pressed his lips to Henry’s neck, sucking a mark there, one that Henry wouldn’t have to cover up, one that he could wear with pride for the rest of their stay at the lake house.

“Alex,” Henry gasped.  “Alex, fuck, right there, don’t stop, please, don’t stop!”  Alex complied, continuing to hit his prostate head on, and when he nipped the tender flesh over his collarbone, Henry shattered, wrapping his legs around Alex’s waist as he came.  “Fuck, Hen, you’re perfect,” Alex said, sealing his lips over his boyfriend’s.  Only five thrusts later, Alex met his peak, and he collapsed atop Henry, both breathing heavily.

For several minutes, they simply laid there, Alex’s softening cock still within Henry.  “I love you so much, H,” he whispered, kissing Henry’s temple.  “I love you too, darling.  But if you don’t get off of me, I might suffocate.”  Alex laughed slowly pulling out and rolling off of Henry, removing and disposing of the condom before pulling his boyfriend into his arms.  Henry eagerly snuggled into his chest, kissing his pec, just over his heart.

“So,” Henry said after another few minutes.  “Joggers, huh?”  Alex sighed, playfully pinching Henry’s arm.  “Shut up, Your Majesty.”  Henry laughed, kissing the underside of Alex’s jaw.  “You know perfectly well it’s ‘Your Royal Highness’ by now, dear.  And if you want to see me in sweatpants more often, I am certainly not complaining.”  Alex cocked his head, looking at the beautiful, perfect man in his arms.  

“You’d better keep that behind closed doors, baby,” Alex said, stroking the bare skin of Henry’s back.  “If you wear joggers in public, I might jump you.”  Henry laughed, finding Alex’s hand and holding it, kissing his knuckles, lingering on his signet ring.  “And I might let you.”  Alex laughed, pressing his lips to Henry’s, the kiss lingering.  “Don’t give me ideas, Hen.  You know I have bad impulse control.”

Henry only smiled, kissing him again, the pair of them getting lost in each other.  When they surfaced from the bliss of the other’s arms, hours later, it was to settle themselves in the kitchen while Alex made dinner.  Henry perched in Alex’s lap on the patio as they ate, the pair looking up at the stars well into the night.  Yes, Alex could get used to this; seeing the love of his life so happy, so free.

[plazmafields]

Some thoughts about Kerry:

Spoilers ahead, needless to say.

1)

I saw a video comparing the two versions if Chippin' In (Kerry's vs. Johnny's) where someone in the comments suggested the reason Kerry leaned more mainstream rock is because he only wanted to make music for money. I completely disagree with this and here's why:

User Friendly was the last song Kerry put out before deciding he wasn't going to perform live/tour anymore and went into a deep depression. Looking up the lyrics, you can see he was becoming very distressed with the lack of control he had over his career, and the things he says in the song sound like a cry for help that wasn't received by listeners the way he had hoped. We never hear his version of the song, and I believe that is intentional. Vapid, loud, chaotic, almost over-stimulating laser-pop is such a huge juxtaposition to the lyrics, and yet it's the only version we get to hear. Clearly User Friendly meant a lot to him or I don't think he would have reacted the way he did; combined with the cover being done by a pop group groomed by the music industry to sell as many albums as possible, it all went against Kerry's original intent with the song. Then there's the story of how he wrote Bleed the Beat: he was working his ass off for people he couldn't stand and that song was his outlet during that time. He'd play until his fingers bled just to get his frustrations out. Music is his medium for release, just like it was for Johnny.

In Johnny's version of Chippin' In, the phrase "chipping in" has two meanings: getting your first implants, and, the same as our universe, helping out. Johnny's song uses both meanings interchangeably during the choruses, the verse before it dictating which definition is being used. Johnny's arm is (from what I can tell looking at the design) military issue. The song is both about the corpo military forcing him to get an implant, and also about believing he was doing the right thing when he joined by "helping out" the armed forces. Since, in this universe, militaries are owned and/or sponsored by corporations, Johnny views corporate jobs and military service to be the same level of morally wrong (The Ballad of Buck Ravers attests to this).

In terms of how the two songs compare, obviously Kerry's version of Chippin' In is meant to have more wide appeal. Not only are the lyrics more tame, mostly just talking about the implants themselves and only having one verse that even mentions anything "political", but I believe Kerry understood that the best way to get his music to the most listeners was to go for a more mainstream sound and universally relatable lyrics, so he toned it down. Everyone hates corpos, sure, but not everyone wants to bomb Araska HQ. This is probably a stretch, but we can see from the flashbacks that Kerry didn't have any implants during his time in Samurai, so maybe Johnny was like super opposed to implants after having one forced upon him, and Kerry's version of the song is kind of saying "hey if you want implants get implants, they make you look cool don't feel bad about it."

2)

I do support the idea that Kerry should have been bisexual like in the source material. I absolutely get that bi erasure is a big problem, ESPECIALLY with male characters. However, I respect that in the game you can only romance him with a masc V; I'm not going to mod him to he bi, I'm not gonna ship him with women. I see it the same way I see Cullen from DAI: he is canonically bisexual, just not attracted to my male Inquisitor (in Kerry's case, fem V). Maybe Kerry had such a traumatic divorce from his ex-wife that women just kinda scare him right now. We can see high heels and bras and blush littering his house, so we can assume that at the very least women are still getting naked for some reason or another at his parties. Maybe he prefers men romantically, or maybe he's just not ready to date women again, and we as players should respect that just like we would a real person.

3)

Kerry was 100% going to kill himself when you show up to his house. There are shards advertising robotic security systems in numerous places around his house (meaning he fired his human body guards), shards with negative reviews of his last album, there is only one camera and it is by the front gate (none inside the house), he gave his cleaner and cook "the day off" that very day, you see in emails that his ex-wife is giving him the option of all or nothing with custody (you take the kids or you don't get to see them), and he isn't enjoying making music anymore, his one passion in life. He had a gun with him in the bathroom, and I believe by the way his speech slurs and he makes the impulsive decision to get Samurai back together, that he is drunk for that entire scene and has a drinking problem. It is my opinion that the reason he doesn't reveal any of that to V is because he knows Johnny will hear it and judge him, call him weak, or make insensitive jokes like he does to V when he gives you the quest. The only time we see Kerry be somewhat vulnerable is 1. Over text when talking about the crazed fan, since he probably thinks Johnny can't see those (I believe he can) and 2. In the epilogue when Johnny has been removed from V's head (Kerry says he doesn't want to lose V, and during the credits he tells V he just wants their lives to be less hectic so they can spend more time together).

4)

It took me a couple playthroughs to warm up to Kerry, Panam is probably still my favorite romance, but I think Kerry might be the best romance option for a Skreetkid V. He perfectly embodies the plights of Night City at every income bracket: no matter where you are on the food chain, if you're not at the top, you're getting fucked over. He clearly likes living in comfort while still embracing his rebellious side from his youth. But now, he has the cushion of money and status to save him if things go tits up (when you get a wanted level in Westbrook district, close to North Oak, the officer on the police scanner says "I swear, if its Eurodyne again" suggesting that he is very reckless but hardly ever faces real consequences). Maybe he stays in his gilded cage because he fears facing real hardship on his own, without friends, without a support group, without Johnny. He has a strong sense of pride, though, and would never admit to needing Johnny, even if they were best friends. The way Kerry wants to show Johnny a riff he's been working on after the concert, only to be disappointed when V takes over again, I think it really shows that as much as they disagreed, their friendship held the band together.

5)

I don't remember if Johnny hints at it or I saw someone suggest this on here, but the idea that Kerry only "dates" V because Johnny is in his head is ridiculous to me. The first time he called you to deal with the Us Cracks tour gear, he wanted Johnny. Every time after that, he wanted V. He definitely realizes which of the two is helping him; he can tell them apart. The Johnny that Kerry remembers wouldn't have done a selfless thing in his life, lest risking his pride and reputation as Night City's biggest fuckboy. Whether you really schmooze him up or tell him he's going overboard, Kerry appreciates that you helped him. And I think after the concert, when he hands V his gun, Kerry's body language suggests that he wasn't planning to give the gun to Johnny, he thought about it because V was back in control. V helped get the band back together, V helped decide if Denny or Henry should play the gig, V was the one who brought Johnny to Kerry's house. Johnny won't take over to do it himself despite probably being able to. I only wish you didn't meet him so late in the main story, so that his story could have more time and space to breathe.

[hbyrde36]

Life is a Game (and True Love is a Trophy)

Chapter 11

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*Eddie*

Eddie had never had a morning after.

How could he, when he’d never experienced a night before? 

Until now, anyway. 

And while they hadn’t gone all the way, so to speak, it was still the most sex Eddie had ever had, because it was the only sex he’d ever had. So he figured it counted.

It might have been his first, but he didn’t think anything would ever top this morning after. Whether last night was a one time thing or the start of something more, he’d always remember the day he woke up in Steve Harrington’s arms.

They must have shifted positions in the night. Eddie now found himself playing the little spoon with Steve’s strong arms wrapped around his waist. Though his body itched to move, to yawn, to stretch, he held himself still, basking in the heat of Steve's chest pressed up against his back, not ready to give up the moment quite yet. 

With the press of a soft kiss to his bare shoulder Eddie discovered that Steve was awake too and that perhaps he hadn’t been doing as well a job pretending to be asleep as he thought. He smiled to himself as Steve’s lips continued to make trail upwards. He tilted his head back, exposing his neck in invitation which Steve gladly accepted. 

“Good Morning.” Steve whispered in his ear.

Eddie turned in the other boy’s hold. Suddenly he couldn’t go another minute without seeing Steve's face. He looked ethereal in the soft morning light that filtered in through the thin curtains that covered Eddie's window. His hair was sleep tousled and his face still had the impression of sheet lines in it but Eddie was absolutely sure he’d never seen someone so beautiful in his life. 

He settled back down on his pillow, happy now to be facing Steve. “Did you sleep okay?”

“Okay?” Steve said incredulously. He leaned in to capture Eddie’s lips once with his own, before moving on to pepper what felt like every square inch of his face with dozens of little tickling kisses. “I think that might have been the best night’s sleep I've ever had.”

Eddie giggled, high and unguarded before promptly hiding his face in the other boy's neck. Steve was being entirely too cute and his heart was full in a way he’d never felt before. 

Steve’s arms tightened around him, pulling the front of their bodies dangerously close together. They were both growing hard, there was no hiding it since neither of them had bothered to get dressed again after making a mess of themselves last night. Eddie groaned, unable to stop from bucking his hips forward, pressing himself into Steve's thigh chasing a bit of friction. Steve moved against him as well, a soft moan falling from his own lips. Just then, a door slammed loudly somewhere else in the house reminding both boys that they were not alone in the trailer. And not only was it morning, but uncle Wayne and the girls were definitely awake and only a room away.

Eddie groaned again but for a very different reason this time. Steve chuckled and they reluctantly moved away from each other in unison. 

Steve sat up on the edge of the bed, most of his lower half mercifully still concealed beneath the covers. “We should probably get dressed before anyone comes bursting in here huh?” He said, looking back at Eddie over his shoulder. 

“Unfortunately.” Eddie agreed through a deep sigh. He waited until Steve was busy rooting through the bag they’d brought back from his old house before getting up to cross the room. He quickly pulled a clean pair of boxers on and then the first jeans he could find. It didn’t matter that they’d laid together naked all night, somehow the idea of walking around in the daylight exposed made him a little self conscious. 

He felt better being at least mostly covered up, and went to the closet to pick out a shirt. He glanced at Steve and found that he was still rooting through the bag even though he was fully dressed now in his own jeans and a soft looking worn yellow sweater. 

“We can always go back. If there’s something you wanted that I missed or anything.” Eddie remarked, trying to sound casual about it as he shoved an old black sabbath t-shirt over his head. 

“No, it’s fine. It’s stupid.”

“It’s not stupid to want your own things, Steve. What were you looking for?”

Steve sighed, rubbing the back of his neck anxiously. “My letterman jacket.”

Eddie bit his lip and quickly turned back to the closet, as much to hide his face as to retrieve what he was hiding in there under a box of junk.  

“See? I know it’s silly and I don't even...” Steve trailed off as Eddie stepped back from the closet and held the green and white jacket out to him.

He looked at the floor as he spoke, too embarrassed to meet Steve’s gaze. “I don’t even know why I took it, honestly. It was hanging there on the back of a chair in your room and I just, I don’t know. I couldn’t leave it there.”

Steve didn’t take the jacket, instead he tucked a finger under Eddie's chin, tilting his head up until their eyes met. 

“Hey, I’m glad you took it.” 

Eddie swallowed hard, nodding a little as Steve did finally take the jacket out of his hand. He instantly went searching in the pockets. It wasn’t until then that Eddie realized what he was looking for. Steve didn’t really care about the jacket, he just wanted what was in it. 

“Oh.” Eddie breathed, reaching for his wallet on the nightstand .He quickly retrieved the polaroid that he’d been carrying around with him and handed it over. “Is that what you’re looking for?”

“Yeah.” Steve said, smiling broadly. “Thank you. It’s… it’s the only picture I have of us together. It means a lot to me” He looked at the image for a long moment then handed it right back. “Actually, could you hold onto it for a little longer? Keep it safe for me?”

Eddie nodded again, a little dumbfounded and at a loss for words as he tucked it back into his wallet. 

Steve cleared his throat. “I, um, I’d like you to keep this too. If you want to.” He said, nervously offering the jacket back to him as well.

Eddie stilled, and couldn’t bring himself to look at the clothing item in question. His throat was suddenly dry, palms sweaty. It couldn’t mean…

“Are you asking me to go steady, Harrington?” Eddie joked, or tried to at least. He expected Steve to joke back or something but instead he looked Eddie right in the eyes, expression serious. 

“Yes.”

“Oh.” Eddie said, voice barely audible at first. “Are you sure you want that? I mean… knowing what you do about me?”

“What? That you're brave, and sweet, and kind, and thoughtful, and… ”

“Steve.” Eddie grumbled. 

Steve knew damn well what he meant. Eddie was a mystery to everyone, including himself. He didn’t know where he came from or who his parents were. He had powers that he didn't understand, he might even be dangerous. He was kind of a mess. 

“I think I can overlook all that and see past it to your good qualities.”

Eddie couldn’t help but break out into a smile. “Such as?”

“Well, you’re pretty okay to look at.”

“Just okay?”

“Mhmm” Steve hummed, setting the jacket down on the bed before taking Eddie into his arms. They kissed, one, two, three times before Steve pulled back, suddenly looking nervous again.

“So, what do you think?”

Eddie marveled at how Steve could possibly think he would say anything other than a resounding yes. “I think you’ve made a big mistake here because you’re never getting rid of me now.”

“Sounds perfect.” Steve smiled and his whole face lit up with it like he’d just been given the greatest gift, as if he were the lucky one.

Eddie knew better. 

He huffed a laugh and shook his head at himself. “First boyfriend and I manage to bag Steve Harrington. Maybe there is something to all those Satan worshiping rumors.”

“Eddie.” 

“How else do you explain it?” Eddie teased.

Steve rolled his eyes, then paused, face screwed up in thought.

“Am I really the first person you’ve dated?”

Eddie shuffled his feet and fought to retain eye contact. “You're sorta my first… everything, Steve.” He knew he could have just not said anything and he probably would have gotten away with it, but he didn’t want to start their relationship with any sort of lies between them, even if it was a little embarrassing to admit.

He squirmed, watching as realization dawned on Steve’s face. “So yesterday, the kissing, and then last night… that was?”

“Yup.”

Steve slid his hands up and down Eddie’s arms eventually taking both of his hands and twining their fingers together. “Eds, why didn’t you say anything? I would have…”

The blush Eddie had been fighting off up till now rose up his face and neck. He rested his head on Steve's shoulder trying to hide it. “It's not really something you want to just blurt out in the moment. Besides, I wanted it. I wanted to take care of you.”

“Alright,” Steve murmured, kissing his hair.  “But next time–”

He was interrupted by the not nearly distant enough sound of a cabinet slamming and cups and plates being set out in the kitchen.

“If we ever get another moment alone–” Steve tried to continue, but as if the universe was intent on reminding them that their time for now was up, there came a rough knock on the bedroom door.

“Breakfast, boys.” Wayne called out.

-

“I think these are my favorite waffles so far.” El said around a mouthful of Eggo, butter, and syrup.

“So far?” Wayne asked, amused.

“She’s a bit of an aficionado.” Steve answered, grinning. “All that effort making them from scratch and I could have been buying frozen?”

Eleven giggled, nodding enthusiastically before turning her attention back to Max. The girls seemed to have become best friends overnight. It warmed Eddie’s heart to see, Steve must have noticed it too if the fond smiles he was sending their way were any indication. 

“So, what’s a guy gotta do to earn the homemade waffles, Harrington?” Eddie asked softly, lightly bumping his shoulder against the other boy’s.

Steve took his hand under the table and squeezed it. “I think we could work something out.” He said equally quiet.

Clearly the comment was meant for only his ears, and while the two girls were suitably distracted with each other (Max was explaining the basics of skateboarding to an enraptured Eleven), Wayne was peeking at them out of the corner of his eye.

Eddie wanted to kiss Steve right then and there at the table but he held back. Wayne might already be on to them and unless they cooled it Max and El wouldn’t be far behind. He squeezed back with the hand Steve was holding and reluctantly let it drop. 

When everyone was finished Wayne gathered their plates and set about washing them, refusing Steve’s offer of help. Eddie didn’t know who the old man was trying to impress, knowing full well that if it was just the two of them they’d have let the sticky plates sit in that sink all day. 

The phone rang, loud and shrill. Eddie jumped up automatically to answer it so his uncle wouldn't have to trail soapy water all over the place.

“Hello?”

“Hey, kid.”

It was Hopper, and he sounded absolutely exhausted. Memories of last night came barreling to the forefront of Eddie’s mind. In his happy haze he’d almost forgotten about the lab and the fire, but before he could say anything the chief was talking again.

“Listen, tell Wayne I'm sorry but I won't be able to make our fishing trip this weekend.”

What the fuck? 

“What do you mean, what about the– “

Hopper cut him off, loudly interrupting before he could ask any questions. “Just tell your Uncle exactly what I said, okay? I gotta go.” He hung up without another word.

Eddie stared down at the receiver still sitting in his hand and had a terrible feeling he was missing something. 

“That the school calling to tell me you didn’t show up again today?” Wayne asked from across the room.

“No, it was Hopper.” He replied. “Since when do you fish?”

“Ah, shit.” Wayne cursed, dropping the dish he was holding rather forcefully into the soapy water and quickly drying his hands. “Ed, what did he say exactly?”

Eddie repeated what Hopper had said word for word. Wayne visibly paled. 

“Okay kids. You got 5 minutes. Pack what you can.”

“What?” Eddie squawked.

“Have you ever seen me go fishing? It's a code that me and Jim worked out a long time ago.” Wayne said.

Ok, well that made more sense Eddie supposed. “What does it mean?”

The older man sighed, raking a hand over his face. “In a nutshell it means we need to get the hell out of here as soon as possible… and we might not be coming back.”

“Fuck.”

It hit Eddie all over again, everything the man standing in front of him had done and continued to do to keep him safe. Wayne had known since day one that something like this might happen, and he’d been prepared to cut and run at a moment's notice with no questions asked and no concern for the fact that he’d be ruining his own future.

Steve tugged Eddie’s arm, spurring him into action. Right, no time to dwell on it now, he could be sappy later. 

They rushed to his room. 

“I got the girls covered, '' Wayne called to their backs. “Meet out front, quick as you can!”

Steve's bag was still packed and sitting open on the floor. He zipped it up and threw it over his shoulder then began to help Eddie with his own. He had an old army surplus bag stuffed under his bed. He pulled it out and they began to fill it with clothes until it seemed like enough. 

Eddie scanned around the room wondering what was worth it to take. He wasn’t even remotely prepared for this scenario. He spotted Steve’s letterman jacket still sitting on the bed and added it to the bag, along with his battered old copy of The Hobbit. He snatched photos right off the walls, a few of him and Wayne, Claudia and Dustin, the boys.

Lastly, he looked up to where his sweetheart hung on the wall in front of the mirror. He hated to leave his beloved electric guitar behind, but it seemed silly to take it when he had no idea where they were going or exactly what kind of trouble they were running from.

Steve watched him, sad eyes full of sympathy as he rested a hand on Eddie’s back. “What about that one?” He suggested, tilting his head towards the old acoustic guitar that sat collecting dust in the corner of the room. “It’s light and you can play it without an amp.”

He had a point but Eddie still felt like it wasn’t important enough. Wayne was already shouting at them to hurry. He hesitated, and Steve made the decision for him, slinging the guitar over his own back with the shoulder strap and linking their free hands together. 

Eddie took one last look around the room as they walked out, years of memories etched into the walls. He hoped that somehow Wayne was wrong and they would be able to come back here eventually, but he wouldn’t hold his breath. 

The trailer park was calm and quiet as they loaded what little everyone had collected into Wayne’s truck and Eddie’s van. Neither of the young girls had any belongings and Wayne himself only had a few small boxes and bags.

“Max, Ellie, you want to ride with me or with the boys?”

El turned to her brother before answering. “Is it okay if I go with Mr. Wayne?”

“Of course, sweetie. You two keep him company, I've got this one.” Steve said, winking at her and hooking a thumb in Eddie’s direction. 

El grinned and she and Max climbed into the passenger side of the truck. 

Wayne walked over as he threw the last bag in the bed of his truck. 

“Now, you boys follow me closely. Where we’re going ain't all that far but it’s in the middle of nowhere.”

-

They rode in silence. 

Both too scared of what this all meant to manage any kind of conversation but they kept each other’s hands in a desperate grip over the center console. It only got worse when Wayne pulled off the paved road and onto a dirt one, barely distinguishable from the unbeaten path around it. The way was bumpy and they had to go slow until eventually the trees grew too thick and they had to stop altogether. 

There was a small cabin sitting in a clearing not far off, Eddie figured they’d just walk the last few feet.

“Hopper’s cabin?” Eddie guessed out loud once they had all gotten out of the vehicles, though he already knew he was right.

His uncle didn’t question it, just nodded in agreement. “It’s been in his family for years. When you came along, Jim was the first to realize we needed an escape plan if there was ever a risk you’d been discovered. He wiped all record of this place from city hall and what-not as best as he could, and we stocked it up with supplies. I hoped it’d never be needed but I'm sure glad we have it now.”

The cabin was neat, clean, and a lot nicer than the one Eddie had imagined, though it wasn’t any bigger unfortunately. It would be a bit of a tight squeeze for the 5 of them, but not much worse than home had been really so he knew they would make it work.

Predictably, Wayne insisted that the rest of them should take the only two bedrooms.

Max and El set off right away to explore their new and hopefully temporary home.

Eddie knew it was pointless to argue with the older man but he felt like he’d cost his uncle so much already. It didn’t seem right letting him give up one of the only beds too. 

“Wayne, I think… “ He looked at Steve before continuing, hoping the other boy would be okay with what he was about to offer. He must have understood and nodded encouragingly. “You should take the other room. At your age you should really be sleeping in a bed and me and Steve will be alright out here.”

“I know you didn’t just say at my age.” His uncle said, arms crossing over his chest.

Eddie rolled his eyes. “You know what I mean, you should have a bed!”

Wayne looked at them in turn and sighed. “Boys, look, there's two of you and only one of me, and I don’t want to assume anything…” He trailed off, raking a hand over his suddenly red face.  “I know you’ll tell me when you’re ready, but I think it’d be best for everyone if you had a little privacy. I’d just like to point out that the walls here don’t look much thicker than the trailer’s, so, keep that in mind.”

Eddie felt all the blood drain from his face. “Oh my god.”

“I'm not sayin’ I heard anything! But–” Wayne tried to continue, throwing his hands up in surrender, but Eddie interrupted him mid sentence.

“Oh my god Wayne, please stop talking. We’ll take the room and whatever else you want if you just please, please stop talking.”

Eddie chanced a sideways look at Steve. He’d been purposely avoiding the other boy’s gaze for the entire exchange, but they hadn’t yet talked about how open they wanted to be about their new relationship, and he was desperate to see how Steve was taking all this. 

To Eddie’s shock he was watching the whole thing with barely concealed amusement. Clearly he was fine, at least with Wayne knowing about them. The whole thing was still completely mortifying, but he was relieved that Steve was taking it all in stride. Eddie was pretty sure he hadn’t come out to anyone yet really and he knew from personal experience how nerve wracking it could be to be seen, really seen, for the first time. 

Wayne huffed a laugh and wandered off in the direction of the kitchen. Eddie snatched up his own bag as well as Steve’s and began to haul them both towards the bedroom they’d be sharing. He expected Steve to follow him, thought he had actually, until he overheard hushed voices on the other side of the cabin. 

“Thank you for all this, for taking me and El in before and bringing us along now. I uh, I know how protective you are of Eddie and um, I just want you to know that this isn’t… I really care about him.”

“I can see that, son. Neither of you is very subtle, just uh, so you’re aware.” Wayne gave another breathy laugh. “I’m happy for the two of you and I want you to know I’ve got no problem with it. I've known about Eddie for a while and I love him just the same as I ever have. I support him. You too, Steve. He's got a good heart, and I'm glad he found someone who can see that and appreciate it.”

“Thank you.” Steve’s voice cracked on the short phrase and Eddie had to sneak a glance out the doorway to make sure he was okay. 

Wayne had his arms wrapped around Steve, whose shoulders were shaking slightly. The older man was rubbing his back and murmuring to him quietly. 

Eddie retreated back into the room and slowly began to unpack. He was so thankful for his uncle at that moment, for the sort of man he was, and the kindness he was showing Steve. He knew now what kind of people the Harrington's were. He wondered when Steve had last been hugged by a parental figure. It’d probably been a long time, well before he had disappeared and gotten locked up in that awful place. He had El, of course, and now he had Eddie too, but there was something different about having a trustworthy grownup in your corner. Someone who’d lived a bit. Who knew what life could throw at you and tried their best to keep you safe from it.

Eventually Steve came to find him and Eddie pretended not to notice the slight ring of red around his eyes. Steve smiled as he helped to put the last of their clothes into drawers. He seemed remarkably lighter, as if some long carried weight had been taken off his shoulders. 

-

After all the drama of going on the run, their afternoon at the cabin was remarkably boring. There was nothing much to do except worry about the others and wait for some kind of word from Hopper. Wayne seemed sure the man would show up at any time. There was a phone on the wall, Eddie had noticed, but when he checked the line he found only dead air. 

The girls had found a stack of old board games in a cupboard and were spending their time playing round after round of checkers.

Wayne busied himself in the kitchen, going over their supplies and throwing some kind of concoction together for dinner. 

Eddie and Steve sat together on the couch trying to enjoy each other's company while stuck in the hell of waiting for the next thing to go wrong. 

They all heard it when a car pulled up nearby, brakes squealing a little as it came to a stop. It occurred to Eddie as they all rushed outside that it might have been smarter to stay hidden until they knew if their visitor was friend or foe. But Wayne had been right in what he said earlier, they were out in the middle of fucking nowhere, the odds of someone just happening upon them there were slim to none.

Eddie never thought he’d see Hopper’s police SUV and feel such immense relief. He knew he probably owed the man an apology, several in fact. He’d always given the chief a hard time, he couldn’t help it. Hopper was ‘the man’, part of the system that Eddie had spent so much time and energy railing against, but he was coming to realize that under all his rough exterior the chief was actually a good guy, and way less concerned about the law than he could have been. 

The driver's side door of the SUV opened and slammed closed, the sound echoing twice after as the rear passenger doors opened and closed. He wasn’t alone. 

Chrissy and Robin raced through the trees, making it to the cabin before Hopper had made his way around the other side of his car. 

Steve and Eddie turned to each other. Matching looks of surprise on their faces. 

“Are you guys okay?” Robin asked when they got close enough to not have to shout.

Eddie went down the steps to meet the two girls, Steve following close behind.

“Yeah we’re all fine, what are you doing here?”

Chrissy threw herself at him abruptly, hugging him tight. “I’m so sorry it’s all my fault.”

Eddie tried to look at Robin over her shoulder, searching for any clue as to what the girl in his arms meant, but she was already busy talking a mile a minute to Steve. 

He pulled back so he could see Chrissy's face. “What do you mean, Chris?”

“This, you having to run away from home and hide here. I should have known better than to come to your house last night. I should have known he’d follow me.”

“Wait, I thought, the fire- “ Eddie began, looking up to lock eyes with Hopper as he finally caught up to the group. “I thought this had something to do with the lab?”

“We’ll get to that in a bit but that's not why I gave you the signal to run. Jason Carver has been running around town all morning telling anyone who will listen that he saw Steve Harrington with you last night. That you’re the one who kidnapped him and have been holding him captive ever since. He also said you brainwashed his girlfriend and took Billy Hargrove prisoner. He thinks the D&D club at school is a front for your devil worshiping cult, and unfortunately there's a lot of small minded people in this town that want to believe him.”

“Fuck.”

Chapter 12

Thanks forever to @penny00dreadful for being the best friend, cheerleader, and beta in the whole fucking world💜

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Hey love!! How are you? If your not to busy, Can you do a larissa x fem reader where r doesn't want to celebrate her birthday so larissa finds other ways to make her happy on her birthday. Lots of smut please!! Thank you have a good day♡♡

Birthdays are hard but so am I | NSFW

*Authors note~birthdays can be such a difficult day for some people for a verity of different reasons so I hope this helps people who struggle*

Trigger warnings~ daddy kink, shifted Larissa Weems degrading praise oral smut

Prompt~ see ask^^^^

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You dreaded the day your birthday would show itself. Every year the same, you couldn't find it in your heart to celebrate a day you'd always been told was the worst of your parents lives. You'd heard of parents spoiling their child rotten and doting on them all day. Yet that wasn't what you knew so you just ignored it. As you got older your parents forgot and you never really reminded any friends or people in your life. There was no need, after all it was just another day.

Yet this year, Larissa Weems was in your life and thanks to hiring you to work at Nevermore Academy as a potions professor. A few weeks before your birthday Larissa tried to subtly find out what you wanted to do for your birthday but you immediately became upset and shut the conversation down. That's when it clicked for Larissa, your family and lack of wanting to celebrate your birthday, it all made sense. So she would have to celebrate with you in a low key but sentimental manner that wouldn't make you feel like it was purely birthday related.

October 12 rolled around quicker than you thought but so far nothing was out of the ordinary. You woke up by your lover pressing kisses all over your face, like every morning. You both showered together and got ready for work, kissing each other goodbye before going separate ways. Your classes flowed nicely, and before you even knew it, you were heading back to find Larissa Weems.

Larissa was one for romance, but you were totally surprised to see a trail of different coloured petals leading to your shared bedroom. "Ris?" You called out for her only to be stunned into silence, there she lay wrapped up in the most beautiful emerald lace. You allowed your eyes to rake over her beautiful curves before landing on what was currently straining in her panties.

"Ris? Is that a?" You mumbled trailing off distractedly. "It is my darling, now how bout you come help daddy take care of my problem here, it's rather tight" her voice was practically a purr at this point and it was a suggestion you were happy to act on. You honestly looked like a kid at Christmas seeing her all pretty and tied up for you to unwrap, something you made quick work of. "Darling you too, take it off" she whined tugging at your clothing which caused a chuckle to escape before you joined your girlfriend in her naked state. Your lips trailed over every inch of her ivory skin. You would never get enough of the intoxicating love of your life.

Larissa used her strength to flip you onto your back, after all tonight would be all about you and your pleasure, even if her cock was almost painfully hard for you. "Let daddy spoil you my love" was all she offered before her lips and hands went on tracing patterns on your skin, the little gasps for air and whimpers of need spurred Larissa on with her exploration of your body. "Daddy" you whined knowing she'd get the message. With a gently nip to your hip bone Larissa settled between your thighs.

"Oh darling, you smell absolutely delicious" she mumbled against your thigh before lapping at your soaked sex. "Oh daddy!" You whimpered, "fuck daddy, your tongue." Your pleads driving Larissa insane and spurring on her movements. "Daddy!" You whined, "mmm cum please" you mewled as your hips bucked up towards her mouth to allow the older woman's tongue to reach deep into your walls. That was all it took for you to absolutely douse her tongue in your cum.

Larissa's hand slipped down to tug on her thick dick while she lapped your folds, cleaning up the mess you made for her. Once you came back from your high you caught sight of her palming her hard cock you just knew you had to have her inside you. "Daddy, can I?" You mewled giving her the best puppy eyes you could muster, "want you inside me" you whimpered batting your eye lashes to further the innocent look. "You want daddy's special gift?" She teased before kissing her way back up your body.

"Gonna take it darling? It's just for you"she mumbled against the smooth skin of your neck. "Please! I'll be good daddy, just wanna feel you inside me" you whimpered rocking your hips upwards as she teased your soaked folds with the bulbous head of her cock, mixing your slick with her pre cum. "Shhh baby, daddy's gonna take care of you"she murmured stealing a sweet kiss as she slipped into your warmth.

"Daddy" you mewled feeling her hit the spot within you that only she could reach. "Oh darling, you feel so good for me, so fucking tight, dirty girl for daddy" she moaned happily suffocating in your cunt. "More daddy" you are whimpered which resulted in a harsh slap to your thigh, "manners slut" was growled towards you. "Please" you squealed as she began to thrust into your sex, "daddy fuck fuck please oh god" you whimpered over and over as she bottomed you out, the room filled with your shared moans of pleasure, the obscene wet sounds and the sound of skin colliding with skin.

"Oh baby, you feel so good, daddy wants to cum inside this tight fuck hole, make daddy cum darling" she panted as your right leg slipped over her shoulder to create a deeper angle. "Oh daddy fuck need to please" you mewled incoherently. "Oh fuck baby, keep squeezing my dick like that, take it baby!" She all but growled as her pounding became irregular indicating her own climax was quickly approaching. "Daddy please wanna" you mewled as you felt your walls flutter around her pulsating cock. "Fuck daddy's gonna fill your slutty cunt up baby, happy birthday darling!" She mewled shooting thick white spurts of cum into your needy core. "Daddy" you cried as you came with her, the feeling of her painting your walls white driving you crazy.

Larissa slowed her pace to bring you back to earth slowly, loving how fucked out and blissful you looked. You didn't even realise she said happy birthday as you were too blinded by your own pleasure. Larissa had some how managed to clean you up gently and shift her anatomy back before you were ready to deal with words, "Ris?" You whimpered sounding so vulnerable, "did you say happy birthday?"

"I did baby, I know you didn't want to celebrate but you my precious girl are worth celebrating and I wanted you to feel just how much I mean those words darling." Birthdays were certainly something but never had you felt so loved and cared for like you did tonight, a happy birthday indeed.

Word count~ 1227

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[cookie-nom-nom]

When I first read Ethan of Athos I was in middle school and had absolutely zero concept of queerness. It just sailed right over my head (as did most romance) (cough cough foreshadowing) and sure some of that was subtle ‘it’s the 20th century we don’t say that’, but I was particularly thick headed. I mean they basically secured their victory by holding Terrence C’s hand and thinking gay thoughts! Regardless, I got to the climax where Ethan and Eli are shoved in a cramped space, buck naked, left to die. And baby me rolled their eyes and was like ‘ugh now they’re going to kiss and somehow that means they save the day’. And Ethan of course is reacting reasonably to the situation and is scared and slightly disgusted. And then the book ends and they’re just friends and I was left reeling because I didn’t know that was an option. It was that baked in assumption that the boy and girl get together at the end that was truly my only understanding of romance. And for a baby aro/ace, realizing for the first time that romance isn’t just the Herero checkbox needed for the happy ending, well. It was kinda life changing. This seed got planted in my head, even if nothing would come of it for longer still. So, sure it took years and a lot more exposure to queer circles for me to take a double take and go oh my god they’re hom of sexuals, but obviously I was already dense enough to barely understand the hetero relationships shoved down my throat. I still found queerness through it even if it probably wasn’t the intended kind. And that was incredibly important for me.

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also bucky is naked while buck is fully dressed🕺🕺 and all this embarrassment turns him on 🕺🕺 i could also see buck letting curt watch while he does this 🕺🕺

ohhh absolutely. gale feigning disappointment when he has john crawl off his lap to sit on the floor on front of him, point at the wet spot john's made on his thigh.

"look at the mess you made on my nice pants," sighing heavily like it's such an inconvenience. "why don't you clean that up for me?"

john not missing a beat before he shuffles forward, tips of his ears burning, face a beautiful shade of red as he leans down to lick up his own mess, the fabric growing damp beneath his tongue, gale's hand heavy in his hair.

and CURT. imagine gale and curt setting something up in advance?

gale sees the way john looks at curt, the way curt looks at both of them, is very fond of curt himself. starts dropping little hints, very carefully for obvious reasons, seeing how curt responds, quickly realizing curt is very much interested in both of them.

john's having one of those days where he's pushing all of gale's buttons, and gale already knows how the day is going to end, but he wants this one to have a twist, so he seeks out curt and they plan it out so that curt will 'accidentally' walk into their barrack as gale's got john bent over his lap.

the way gale would feel john freeze up when the door clicks open, his head snapping up, eyes wide because gale always locks the door. but the 'i'm going to get discharged and sent home' fear isn't fun of course, that's not what gale and curt are aiming for.

so curt is quick to melt into his role, looking past john at gale, murmuring "you're right, he is awful pretty like this." heat of embarrassment settling in the pit of john's stomach when he realizes what's going on, goes to hide his face in his arms, but gale warns him off.

"that's not very polite, is it? we have a guest."

[gabessquishytum]

Hob has a huge crush on his neighbor Dream in the apartment next to him, and recently has been trying to work up the courage to ask him out. Ever since he finally decided to do so, however, there’s been a problem: lately it seems like every time they bump into each other, Hob is somehow always looking like a hot mess, and it severely undermines his confidence.

They’ll have gotten into the elevator together after Hob is coming back from a workout, sweaty and gross and in desperate need of a shower, or coming in from the rain having forgotten an umbrella and doing a fantastic imitation of a wet dog. Or they’ll both happen to be making a stop in the mailroom while Hob is in ratty oversized sweats that he’s stretched out such that they hang from his hips, or in a crop top that says “Baby Slut” his friend Jo gifted him as a joke that he only wears on laundry days.

If this keeps up Hob is going to have to crawl into a hole and die from embarrassment. How is he supposed to convince the gorgeous and forever-put-together Dream to date him if he keeps looking like garbage??

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Dream has a huge crush on his neighbor Hob in the apartment next to him, and feels like he’s gotten pretty good at hiding it. However, lately it feels like the universe is testing him, as every time they bump into each other Hob is somehow always looking like he just stepped out of some porno. He’d almost suspect Hob of teasing him deliberately, except he always looks so adorably flustered and shy every time (which also does not help Dream’s predicament). If this keeps up Dream might actually snap and pounce.

-🪽anon

This is so cuuuuute AND hot i love it. More hot mess Hob pls <333

It all comes to a head when their building's fire alarm goes off, and the occupants all have to troop outside. Naturally Hob was in the shower when the alarm started, and he's managed to make it out wearing... a towel. That's it. He's also absolutely soaked and he's quite convinced that he's going to have to move to a different apartment, because of course his hot neighbour is standing right next to him. Hob’s face is bright red but hey, at least he's not cold! The embarrassment is keeping him thoroughly warm.

Poor Dream has reached breaking point as he gazes at his beautiful neighbour, who is attempting to preserve his modesty with only a rather threadbare towel wrapped around his waist. For some reason the guy keeps putting his hands over his pecs, presumably to stop his nipples from hardening in the fresh air. Dream just can't cope with him any more.

The apartment manager finally gives the all clear to go inside, and Hob kind of skulks around, letting everyone else go ahead so no one can watch him going up the stairs. Of course Dream hangs about too, and soon they're the only ones left. And Hob is just about to straight up beg his hot neighbour not to make fun of him, any other time would be fine but please not tonight but Dream?? Interrupts by offering his jacket to Hob??? (Which he probably should have done earlier but sue him, he was busy being lovestruck).

So of course Hob does the sensible thing, and kisses him - dropping the towel entirely in process and leaving himself finally buck-ass naked in front of his hot neighbour.

Which Dream appreciates, of course. But he thinks that Hob would be a lot more comfortable naked inside his apartment? He sure would like to find out. And Hob has truly run out of fucks to give, so what can he say but "yes"?

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Lose me to Love you (Loki x Female Reader) (AU) (18+)

Read Chapter 13 here / Series Masterlist

Chapter 14

Summary: A simple question leads to an argument but nobody said a relationship with him would be easy. By the way What is jo upto?

Warning: Kissing, Extreme dark themes, Sexual abuse, physical abuse, public sex, Rough violent sex, 18+, Steamy stuff, age difference ,Rough language, mention of suicide, talk of virginity and slut shaming, manipulative behaviour, mention of trauma, smut, toxic relationship between main characters. Dark themes, cult stuff

"Peter invited us to his birthday party" you mumbled as you munched on your toast, he was making more while you sat in your usual spot admiring his half naked beauty. He gave you the side eyes before he smiled,

"You mean to say he invited you?" You chomped on the toast again as he questioned you, Peter texted you can come or whatever so maybe Loki was right about his assumption.

"He must know that you'll come along" 

"He better, unless he wants his arse kicked" you chuckled as he said that and he smiled in return.

It's been two days since that night he confessed his love, he must have thought you were asleep because he hasn't said anything since then, you didn't get any call from that producer either so you figured that they weren't interested. But it has been two days full of kissing, making out and other filthy stuff, really filthy moments like him looking at you as if you were his most cherished possession, him kissing you at every chance he gets, him making eye contact once in a while while he's driving you back and forth to work. Such indecent moments.

He grabbed the toast from you and took a bite and that's when you snapped out of your daydreaming, sometimes you still felt as if he was playing an elaborate prank on you and would scream 'Psyche' out of nowhere. The thought absolutely demolished you, you didn't think you'll be able to survive that situation.

He chugged on his ice tea as he noticed that you seemed a little distracted so he kept the glass next to you on the counter and sucked on your neck softly, it immediately made you moan in response..

"Now who is lost?" He whispered in his sexy voice. There was a difference between his normal sexy voice and his bedroom sexy voice, the sexy bedroom voice was just the million fold sexier version of his normal sexy voice, it came right from his chest and had a rumbling sensation.

"I'm not lost" you giggled but it ended in a gasp as he grabbed your thighs to pull you closer then he hooked them around his waist.

"Mmhhmmm?" He smiled before he kissed you softly, it was meant to be a peck but it was really hard for him to stop once he had your lips touching his. 

"Remember when I asked you to teach me to drive and you straight up denied?" He hummed in response as you questioned him, his lips traveled to your neck and he sucked a mark "Why did you do that?" 

"Because I want you to stay dependent on me" he responded immediately and it made you bite on your lips, everything he did turned you on for some reason, even when he was clearly trying to be honest about his manipulative behavior you found it rather hot, you just wanted to be dependent on him in more ways than one, you enjoyed the feeling of him controlling you, it would have bothered you if it was someone else but never him.

"That's .. devious" 

"I know..but I won't stop, I thoroughly enjoy keeping you reliant..it's like having a pet who's dependent on me for each and every need of theirs" 

 He whispered so you kissed him intensely, clearly aroused by his nonchalant response. You didn't mind being his pet or his whore, whatever he'd make of you, you'll accept it willingly.

"Goddd you're so hotttt" your hips bucked against the hardening bulge in his sweatpants and it made him moan as well.  

"Wicked little whore, getting aroused by the thought of being owned and controlled?" 

"Yess please daddy, I'll let you do anything to me" you whimpered as you humped against him slowly but he grabbed your hips and stopped your movements.

"Save it baby..you have been patient for so long, give me some more" 

"Fuckkkk" you whined as the sensations started to subside slowly. He smiled as he saw the look on your face, you seemed so out of your mind and he loved it. 

"When do you want to start then?" He asked as he kissed your forehead so you looked at him with a confused expression.

"Start what?" 

"The driving lessons" 

As the evening arrived you two decided to attend that birthday party, none of you were too keen but you figured a party with free drinks can't hurt that bad, Peter wasn't too happy to see Loki and the feelings were mutual, there were hundreds of people at this party, some of the women you recognised as Loki's previous flavours of the night, he had fucked half of LA so It wasn't really surprising, most of them were trying to avoid him but some still hoped for round two.

"The one in green can't stop looking at you..do you remember her?" you whispered in his ear so he looked at the direction you were looking at, he didn't remember her name, he actually didn't remember most of their names. You pressed a kiss on his neck, he looked so good in the black shirt he had on today, he was so effortlessly sexy, even more so now that he was yours. 

"I remember doing her, just don't remember her name" 

"Did you ever feel for any of these women that you slept with? Jolene doesn't count"

"First of all, I didn't sleep with them I just fucked them and no I didn't" 

"Not a thing?" He shook his head as he sipped on his drink. 

"I mean sometimes I felt like a jerk when they took an offense that there won't be a second time " Cocky little shit 

"You fucked Wanda twice" 

"Yeahhh she was an exception..she was fiery, fulfilled my needs " 

"Your need to be hurt?" He glared at you as you questioned him.

"It's none of your business sweetheart " your eyes teared up as he snapped at you out of nowhere, it was a touchy subject for him but you didn't like him being rude to you again, last three days have been happier and you wanted them to stay that way even though you knew it wasn't possible, he had several issues and so did you. 

As you got up he grabbed your arm so you glared at him,

"Let me go okay?" You said to him so he let go of your arm immediately and you walked away to hang out with some of the people from the set. He shouldn't have snapped at you like that but he didn't think he was ready yet to dwell into such things either, this was one of his fears about this relationship, when those women got upset he didn't have to worry or care about them, but he can't treat you the same way. His eyes got teary as he watched you from a distance. 

As he felt someone sitting next to him on the couch he turned his attention towards her.

You watched him conversing with a woman and it instantly made you jealous, he was just talking but it still made you upset. The ride back home was awkward as hell, none of you said a word and you were hoping he'd break first since he was the one who snapped. When you reached home you made your way towards your room.

"What do you want me to do?" He said to you so you turned around to look at him as crossed your arms.

"Well for starters, apologize?" 

"That will fix …thisss?" He used over the top hand motions to convey the awkwardness surrounding the situation.

"No but it opens the way for further conversations" He sighed as you said that. When did his sweet buttons become so mature? 

"Fine…I'm sorry" he murmured but you could tell it wasn't really genuine.

"Why did you snap?" You walked towards him as you questioned, he looked to the side avoiding your intense stare and then he exhaled as if you had him on a pitchfork.

"I don't want to discuss it" you tilted your head at the response, of course he didn't want to discuss it, he never really wanted to discuss the past, neither did you, you both wanted to leave the history behind but it wasn't really helping because none of you had moved on from the said past.

"Okay" you mumbled so he nodded, he was glad you didn't push it too much. He wasn't ready, he didn't think he'd be ready anytime soon and as he stood there thinking about it, all of a sudden he felt overwhelmed by everything, you, this relationship, your life with him. Was he fucking this up even more by involving you romantically with his messed up self? 

"We should sleep in our rooms tonight..just to..you know..to–" before he could think about the things he had to say further you cut him off,

"It's fine Loki..calm down..you're thinking too much..it's fine okay?" You turned around to leave for your room as you really didn't want him to give you those looks of pity.

As you stepped inside you allowed yourself to feel bad about this situation and then you cried, things were going far too well for two people who have been through such hell in life. You heard his bedroom door banging shut and then you heard the sound of the glass shattering , probably the mirror.  You wanted to go talk to him but it didn't feel right after that conversation, it felt like it used to before when he pretended to not care that he was hurting you and you pretended that it wasn't affecting you. 

He was angry, not with you but moreso himself, it all boiled down to him, if he wasn't so fucked up he would have been able to talk to you like a normal person but he didn't know what to say to you, what was he supposed to tell you? That he enjoyed being hurt? That the only time he ever felt a semblance of normalcy was when he was being hurt and felt physical pain? That even if just for a moment he felt like a human who could feel pain rather than just like that monster who had made people suffer and watched them get hurt when he could have helped them?

He was lost in his thoughts when he received a call from that casting guy so he picked it up. They wanted to see you again tomorrow, they were going to offer you the movie, as a lead, he wanted to be happy for you but something just didn't feel right, he pressed Stephen to talk to him first so next day they arranged a meeting with him in the evening, Jane was there too and she explained him everything, 

"Yeah she won't do this" Jane scoffed as Loki said that.

"So you'll make her decisions for her? How's that right? You're just an agent, your job is to help her and not destroy her future" She smiled and it only pissed him off.

"Well that's not your place to comment, I said she won't be doing this and that's going to be her final decision.. alright?" 

As he got up and walked out of their office,Jane glared at Stephen

"Call her directly and tell her that we offered her the movie but her agent denied, send her a gift basket of something as well" Stephen nodded. 

Loki knew something wasn't right with these people, they found an opportunity and wanted to cash in on it, but he wouldn't allow them to use your past for their amusement. You had been through so much and the last thing you needed was for the whole world to remind you of of your traumatic past over and over again.

When he reached home, he went straight for his room, he found it clean so he figured you must have done it while he was gone. 

He wanted to talk to you about this whole thing but he just hoped you'd understand why he didn't want you to do this movie, it was a huge opportunity for you and he understood that but this just didn't feel right, especially with Odin out there. 

You were in your room cleaning up a bit when you got a call so you picked it up, it was Stephen the casting guy. 

"Hiiii ummm how are you?" You mumbled nervously but thankfully he got straight to the point.

"We are sorry to hear you don't want to accept the offer we gave you but hopefully we will get a chance to work in future" 

"Hang on a second, what?" you asked him as you felt utterly confused by this.

"Oh, your agent didn't inform you? We discussed this with him, we wanted you to be the female lead in the next project but he denied on your behalf" 

"I uhh I'll talk to him, but ummm can you just not put a pin in it yet? I'll let you know, I'm really sorry about the confusion" 

As he hung up you felt a wave of anger and disappointment washing over you, why didn't he ask you before he rejected this offer? He has never done this before so it pissed you off even more, was it because of the fight or the argument you two had?

"I'd let you do anything to me…the fuck nottt" you mimicked yourself as you stormed towards his room, he had it locked so you knocked on the door over and over again until you were met with his really stupid but gorgeous face.

"Did you clean my room? You didn't have to but tha--" you cut him off mid sentence before he could rant further  

"You told them I won't do the movie? A fucking movie? As a lead? Are you kidding me?" You had your arms crossed and it didn't need a genius to guess that you were furious, those manipulative bastards must have called you personally. 

"A lead huh? I read the script.. it's a fucking male centric movie with zero substance" he snickered and it only angered you more.

"Soooo? I'll still be the female eye candy..what is it with you? Why are you doing this?" You felt so frustrated that it was all going to turn into a fit of cries "Is this like some sort of punishment for last night? Really? Are we doing all that again?" You snickered and you could tell that had hurt him because he was quite all of a sudden, too quiet for a moment before he smiled, you could see his eyes welling up ,

"You think I'm punishing you by taking away this opportunity because we argued last night?" He asked you so you nodded even though now you were regretting your words, you had gone too far to take a step back now. He smiled even more as he walked towards you.

"What else is it then? There's a sex scene? I have to be nude? They want me to do something obscene?" You took a step back as he continued to walk towards you "Whhyy?" You raised your voice.

He glared at you for a moment and then suddenly it hit you, he was looking out for you, he must know something that you didn't, that's what he has always done, he had looked out for you even when you never asked for it. 

"They want something" you mumbled to yourself but he didn't say anything "What do they want?"

"They want to use you to sell their fucking disgrace of a movie. A girl with a dark past and sordid upbringing, oh!!! look how kind we are to launch her and how generous we are as we took a step to change her life, poor poor girl, she was so lost before we found her, just because she was the victim of a cult that doesn't mean she's not human right? So tell us y/n what was it like at the center? Did you see things that still haunt you at nights? Breaking news : Y/n Y/l/n gets candid with us about her past exclusively..she— " 

"Okay enough I get it" you screamed at him to shut him up, your eyes welled up with tears of disappointment as you realized what they wanted from you, you didn't get the movie just because of your talent, of course not "I get it" you let out a defeated sigh and he chuckled,

"Do you now? Or you still think I want to ruin your life because of a nonsensical discussion we had" He spat at you and you weren't going to take it anymore.

"It wasn't nonsensical..it was about you, I'm sorry if I hurt you..I'm sorry okay? I'm sorry that I came to your room and cleaned it up..Are you upset about that too? Am I annoying you with my nonsensical existence ? If yes then I'm fucking sorry I ever entered your life " you screamed and then turned around to leave, you had alot to cry about today, as soon as people learned about your past you became that girl from the cult, that became your whole identity. He grabbed your arm and stopped you from walking out, you squirmed in his hold but he didn't let go, he should have been the one to control the situation before it went this far, you were about to have a meltdown and this was all his fault.

"Just calm down..relax" 

"Noooo …let me go" you cried out and he shook his head, he turned you around and made you sit down on the bed "Heyy..just stop thinking..you're thinking too much" his heart clenched as you sniffled, you seemed so happy these past few days and he wished he was able to keep you that way but he wasn't, he was a monster and that's what monsters do. They hurt people.

"Stoppp baby stooop I'm sorry ..I'm sorry ..I'm sorry" he whispered as he cupped your cheeks and kissed you softly, your arms wrapped around his neck as you kissed him back. And as soon as you had his lips on yours, things didn't seem so bad afterall, you needed him in your life, you always did but you didn't know if he felt the same. You wanted to become more than just that cult girl for him, you wanted him to see you as more than just a responsibility and the girl he had vowed to protect. 

"I hate it that you didn't sleep with me last night" your voice sounded so weak as you spoke and it tugged at his heart strings.

"I didn't want to ruin this more which I know I would have if we were to engage further into that conversation " 

"What conversation?" 

"Don't start it again " 

"We have to talk about it someday "

"No we don't..see this is why I never wanted this" 

He huffed as he stood up and you could hear the sound of your own heart breaking again. 

"Okayyy.. what do you want then?" You looked at him and he was on a crossroad again, a part of him wanted to end this relationship right here and go back to how things were before, but then as he noticed the hurt broken look in your eyes all he wanted to do was give you whatever you needed and whatever will vanquish that look of desolation you carried.

"I just.. I come with a heavy baggage to put it nicely and sharing it will affect you, I'd rather carry that burden on my shoulders alone then have you be a part of it" He said.

"But what if I want to share the baggage loki, what if I want to be the part of that pain that you feel all the time? What if I want to be someone you could talk to?" 

He opened his mouth to retort but nothing came out, he didn't want you to know how fucked up he was, he saved you from that life but he didn't save those other girls, girls like you who could have been something or someone today, they could have been someone's reason to live like you became for him, their images kept haunting him, they had a life that was destroyed by him, a future possibly that was broken because he watched them suffer like a mute spectator. 

"You don't want to be that person sweetheart, trust me okay?" 

"You don't know me Loki, you don't know how much I love you"

"I know you think that thiisss thinggg between us is true love but it's not, it's really not, there's nothing like true love darling ..just comfort and security, I'd appreciate it if you'd stop wanting to ruin that for us" you wiped your tears as he finished speaking, there was no getting through him, at least not today. If he didn't love you then why did he say it two days ago?  

"Okay so this thing between us is just comfort and security for you?" 

"That's not what I meant" 

"I think you don't even know what you're saying right now" he sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, maybe you were right or maybe you were not but he didn't want to argue or make you cry again today. He had done enough. You could feel your heart in your mouth, you didn't know what he was thinking and that scared you "So are we still together together or we're going back to whatever we were since you said you didn't want this"

Your voice kept breaking so he walked towards you and sat down on his knees in front of you, he wanted you to stop hurting right this moment even though he knew he was the reason why you were even in this situation, you seemed so happy yesterday, he was capable of making you feel that way so why couldn't he just give you that? 

"I don't want us to go back to what we were darling, I desire you like this as much as you desire me, it's not one sided" his thumb brushed against your cheekbones so you leaned against him, his words did calm you a little.

"Okay I believe you" he wiped the tears that fell over your cheeks then he kissed you as passionately as he could to show you that needed you like this, he wanted to give you everything but he couldn't give himself to you completely, atleast not those ugly parts of him that he knew would make you want to run. 

He laid you down on the bed slowly as you kissed him with utmost desperation. 

"I'm sorry darling, please forgive me" he mumbled, his voice sounded tender. This was genuine, you could feel it.

"It's okay, I'm sorry too" 

"No you don't have to be..you don't have to be baby"

"I still am..i just want to be there for you.. not just in these happy moments but those as well where you are not feeling so good" he was about to say something but his phone started ringing so he took it out of his pocket, his mouth didn't leave yours though as he continued to kiss you, he picked it up and turned the speaker on before he placed it next to your head. 

"Hello" you giggled as he mumbled against your mouth, you lifted your head up so you could kiss all over his neck.

"Lokiii it's me ..Jo" you heard her voice and it immediately irked you but then she started crying so you looked at him.

"Are you okay?" He asked her as her shattered voice worried him.

"I'm not..I'm not Loki..a man broke into my apartment and threatened me" he got off your body and picked up his phone. You felt worried too but you really doubted her intentions as well.

"Did you see him? What did he look like?" he feared that it was Odin but her response shocked him.

"I couldn't see him, he had a mask on but he said he was your brother, loki I think that was your brother Thor" 

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An : Honestly not my favourite chapter but it had to done.

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