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[tswaney17]

A Game of Chess

@elriel-month Clandestine Meetings! I've been sitting on this fic since the beginning of the year and I'm so excited to share this one with you. It's inspired by the song, When You Say My Name by Chandler Leighton and I highly recommend listening to it (it's very Elriel-coded). Hope you like this! 💕

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Trigger warnings: None

Word Count: 1,114

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Elain was not one for going out, especially not to places like Ritas for drinks and dancing. She was, by definition, a homebody. But when Mor had announced she was going and looking for takers, her eyes had traveled to the brooding Shadowsinger leaning in the corner of the room, and said, “I will.”

Surprise had lit everyone’s face at the declaration, but she only focused on his. Made sure she threw the challenge at him.

It had been six months since that disastrous Solstice night, and he had yet to say more than four words to her—never apologizing for what had happened or explaining why he abruptly left.

But despite that, when he did grace his presence at the River Manor, she felt his eyes on her like a brand upon her skin, even if she never truly caught him looking at her. She always felt it.

Well, tonight Elain was going to make him show his hand. Force him to watch her while she danced.

That was if he took her up on her challenge. And if Elain knew Azriel as well as she thought she did, she knew he could never back down from a challenge.

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[moondustpugh]

Clandestine Meetings

Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: How big is your empathy for someone you love? When do you know when enough is enough?

Author's Note: This hurts soo... good luck! Inspired by Illicit Affairs and You're Losing Me by Taylor.

Wordcount: 3.2K

The rain poured heavily down the city of San Francisco as you fluttered your eyes open and watched every raindrop slide down the glass window in front of you. The city lights burned brightly outside with the sound of the rain pitter pattering.

One year. 

One year since you have been doing this. You knew damn well that this was illicit. You both have talked about this. You knew damn well that this was something that everyone would disagree on because you were nothing but just a normal girl from San Francisco. You weren’t known for anything else. You weren’t special, but he chose you. He chose to be with you. 

You two had met one year ago at a bar when you had gotten yourself a bit too drunk after a long day at work, and he had come and talked to you. At that time, he was also in town to film a movie. For some reason, you had caught his attention. Ever since then, you two had been seeing each other. You would facetime each other when he was back in London. He would secretly visit you in San Francisco whenever he had time. It worked. It worked really well. Though, no one else knew about it. Not even your friends nor anyone close to you. It was just the two of you. You both agreed to keep this a secret because he didn’t want everyone else dipping their opinions on the relationship nor wanted his team to ask several questions because then, they’d start having ideas of how this could be publicized, and he didn’t want that. 

You understood his decision. You supported his decision because you thought no matter what, you were important to him. That he cared for you and the reason why it was kept a secret was because he didn’t want to hurt you nor disturb your life in so many awful ways by the public. So, you agreed. But how far would you go? How do you know if enough is enough?

“Hey.” He whispered softly, planting a soft kiss on your bare shoulder. He wrapped an arm around your torso, pulling you close to him as he buried his face on the back of your neck, smelling your flowery scent.

“Joe.” You murmured. “I have to go.”

He hummed softly, his arm tightening around you. “Hm… no. Please stay.”

You couldn’t help but smile and slowly turned yourself around to face him. Your index finger poking the tip of his nose softly.

“You know I have to. We don’t want to get caught by Alex tomorrow morning, remember?” 

Alex was Joe’s manager, and he was coming to stop by Joe’s hotel room tomorrow morning to drop off some paperwork for him and talk about his next schedule after the movie. Usually, you would sneak out of the hotel room early in the morning but not this time. You didn’t want Alex to catch you just in case he’s coming in early. 

“Few more minutes.” Joe whispered, pulling you close to him as you buried your face on his neck.

You could never get tired of his minty fresh scent, and you had spent so much time with him that sometimes, your clothes were starting to smell like him or his scent would still linger on you when you arrived home. 

“You know you’d miss me when I go back to London.” Joe said, his fingers gently brushing your hair, and it made you feel safe and warm in his arms.

“You don’t have to go, you know.” You replied. 

You had told him that about a thousand times, but Joe loved his hometown, and he couldn’t just leave London just like that. You tried understanding that too because you knew it was hard for him to change his whole life and move to a different country with unfamiliar cultures that he wasn’t so used to. 

Joe didn’t say anything as he set his index finger on your chin, lifting your face up, looking into your eyes before giving you a small smile. His lips touched yours softly as you kissed him back. You didn’t know what it was when it came to him, but you tend to get lost in his touch and every kiss that he gave to you made you want to just melt yourself in his arms completely. 

“It’s raining, darling.” Joe made an excuse when you pulled away and swung your legs over the bed, letting your feet touch the cold wooden floors.

“You’re mental if you think I’m going to let you go out there in the rain.”

“Joe, I’m fine. I’m used to this weather.” You stated, slipping on your clothes. 

“I know.” Joe followed right behind you, slipping on his boxers before sliding his arms around your waist, hugging you from behind and planting repeated soft kisses on your cheek. 

“Joe!” You laughed as he continued to give you kisses all over your cheek and down your jawline and into your neck. “You always make it so hard for me to leave!”

“That’s the point, innit?” He laughed, letting go of you as you turned to face him, setting your arms around his neck.

“I’ll come back tomorrow night, I promise.” You grinned, leaning in to give him a chaste kiss.

“Alright, alright.” Joe sighed. “I’ll let you go if… you give me one more kiss.”

You laughed, poking both of his cheeks with your index fingers before sliding your fingers through his curly brown hair. You stared into his eyes for a moment before leaning in to kiss him deeply. Joe smiled through the kiss as he picked you up from the floor and twirled you around the air, letting out a squeal from you. 

Hood up and face down was what you told yourself as soon as you walked out of the hotel building later that night. Umbrella up as soon as you walked out under the rain and down the hilly streets of San Francisco. Your apartment building wasn’t too far to walk to, so you decided not to take the bus. As soon as you entered your apartment building, you shook off the rain droplets from your umbrella and coat and headed up to your place. 

“Shit.” You cursed under your breath as soon as you heard your phone rang and saw your co-worker’s caller ID. You hesitated for a moment before answering the phone call.

“Hey!” You answered with a cheerful voice.

“Where are you? I thought you’re coming.”

You gently slapped your forehead with your palm and scrunched up your face, trying to figure out an excuse as to why you have missed hanging out with them for the fourth time already.

“Yeah, I’m so sorry. Something came up and my sister needed help moving some stuff in her place. You know how she just moved in.” 

You were the worst liar ever because you have made the sister excuse for the third time already.

“Well, we really missed you. We haven’t seen you in a while, especially when you started working from home.” Your co-worker replied.

“I know. I’m so sorry, I’ll make it up to you all next time.” 

And just like that, they believed that excuse again, but you doubt they actually believed it because you had told them the same excuse over and over again. 

You know you wouldn’t. 

Entering your place, you freshened up and immediately slipped yourself under the comforts of your own bed. The thought of Joe had appeared in your mind as you stared into the ceiling. You knew that your situation was hard, but you had fallen hard for him. He had made you the happiest in a long time, and you would do anything just to be with him. If that meant by enduring the hidden clandestine meetings in his hotel room or his little midnight visits in your apartment, you’d do it. You’d do anything because you were deep in this already, and you knew he wanted you too.

But the question kept repeating in your mind. How far would you go for him? How far until enough is enough? 

The next morning, you had received a message from Joe saying that he couldn’t see you because he was running a little late from filming and so, you understood the situation again. The day after that, he had some kind of convention to attend, so there was no show of him in your place again. You understood the situation again. Then, news broke out about him dating a certain Hollywood starlet and that pulled your heartstrings a little too hard that you had found yourself up in his hotel room, waiting for him to finish his night filming. You waited for him until 2am until he arrived in his room, stunned to find you in his bed. 

“Hey.” Joe furrowed his brows. “What are you doing here?”

“Is this true?” You held up your phone with the article on the screen.

“Baby.” Joe started.

“No, don’t call me baby.” You argued. “Just answer my question.”

“No, of course not!” He replied, walking towards you and sat at the edge of the bed across from you. He held your hands, his eyes staring right into yours. “You know how I feel about you. This is all just some kind of PR that Alex decided on.”

You looked into his eyes, trying to find the truth in them. You believed him. You really did. You saw it in his eyes that he was telling the truth and that made you relax a bit as you exhaled a sharp breath. 

“I love you.” Joe said sternly.

Those three little words took you aback because it was the first time that he had said those words to you. You knew right then and there that he was telling you the truth.

“Y…You do?” 

“Yes.” Joe smiled. “I love you. I love you so much that I can’t even explain how you make me feel whenever you’re here with me.”

“I love you too.” You smiled as he pulled you into a deep, passionate kiss. His fingers tangling in your hair as you smiled through the kiss and gently pushed him down on the bed, towering over him. 

You pushed his hips down as you continued to kiss him, while he tugged on your hair a little bit, letting you escape a soft moan from your lips. He quickly turned you around so you were laying under him as he towered over you this time, letting his lips touch and burn every inch of your soft butterfly skin. Your head spun just like the way it always did whenever he kissed you. Your body shook just like the way he always made you feel whenever you felt himself inside of you. Your hazy eyes stared into his as he paused for a moment and gave you a smile. You were so in love with him and god, look how much of a mess he had made of you, but you didn’t care. For him, you’d do anything. 

Burying your face on his chest that night, both of you still breathless and panting from the way you two had touched each other, you didn’t even realize that the next few weeks were going to be hell for you. 

One year.

One year of understanding. One year and you both had fallen for each other deep but how come in that heavenly year, you didn’t expect that hell was coming? Because for the next two weeks, you didn’t see Joe. Although, you have seen him in articles with her. He had told you that this was only for publicity, but you were starting to feel different about it. You weren’t comfortable, but you understood because he loves you and this was only part of his job. But how big was your patience? How big was your empathy because the more he was busier, the more you were seeing him less, it was starting to tug on your heartstrings a bit too hard. A bit too painful. 

It pulled your heartstrings when you arrived in the hotel lobby one night and an unfamiliar voice called your name. You turned around and saw Alex waiting for you in the lobby.

Uh oh. He knows.

“I knew it.” Alex scoffed, walking towards you.

You pulled your hood down and stood there frozen. You weren’t too sure what to say or do exactly. You and Joe didn’t talk about this. 

“So, you’re the reason why Joe would disappear from our sight all of a sudden or when he tells us he’d be at the bar down the street when he was really with you.” Alex stated. 

He looked furious, and you swallowed every bit of fear that was running inside of you right now. You weren’t too sure what to do in this situation, and you didn’t want to fuck it up by saying something that you might regret later.

“Alex.” You heard the elevator doors open and saw Joe walk out of it. “What are you doing?”

“We already know about her, Joe. Don’t try to cover it up.” Alex retorted back.

Do something. Say something, Joe.

“Alex, what are you talking about?” Joe furrowed his brows.

Lose something, risk something.

“We’re just friends.” Joe stated.

That stung. 

You didn’t say one word because you didn’t want to get in the conversation that wasn’t meant for you to be in it, but those words stung. One year of this relationship, and Joe was weak. He couldn’t even defend you in front of his manager. How would he defend you if one day, you were caught in public together? How far and how long were you two going to be like this? Will Joe ever one day risk something just for you? He said he loved you, but did he really? You watched as Joe explained to Alex that you two met at a bar, and you have been there for him whenever he needed a friend, and you didn’t want to stand there anymore. You didn’t want to listen anymore because every word he said shattered every piece of you, and you weren’t too sure if you were able to piece yourself back together again after this. 

As soon as Alex had believed him, Joe took you upstairs. You didn’t say one word to him in the elevator nor when you two walked down the hall. Your mind, however, was running a thousand thoughts. Your heart was beating so fast, and you just wanted to scream. Your face was starting to go gray, and you felt like you were going to throw up. The air between you two was thick, and you knew damn well how much it changed the moment he said those words. When you entered his room, your heart had stopped beating for him. He was slowly losing you. You were slowly fading from him, and Joe didn’t even realize it, didn’t he? 

“Hey, I’m so sorry about that.” Joe took your hands in his, but you were numb. You weren’t there anymore. 

Stop.

“Are you alright?” Joe asked, tilting his head at you. “I’m sorry I had to say that. You know how complicated it is.”

Stop.

He was losing you.

Stop.

You couldn’t find a pulse. Your heart had stopped beating.

“I can’t do this anymore.” You vomited the words. 

Joe stood frozen in front of you, and you could see the hurt in his eyes. Joe loves you, but he didn’t love you enough for him to learn how to fight for you. 

“I… I don’t understand.” Joe murmured. 

“How long, Joe?” Your eyes welled up with tears. “How long are we going to be like this? Until there’s nothing left in me anymore?”

“What?” Joe was confused. “No, of course not.”

“I gave you everything. I gave you myself, my patience and every bit of empathy that I have. I gave everything to you.” You argued, tears rolling down your cheeks now. “Even when it gets hard sometimes. I understood you because you said you love me.”

“I love you. I mean that. Things are just complicated right now, and I never want to hurt you like this.” Joe explained, taking one step closer to you.

But every step forward he took, you took a step back. Every word he said, you felt yourself and your soul faded with it. You have been trying to stay strong about this. You have been trying to be so patient, but for how long? 

“Then choose something!” You exclaimed, “Risk something for me for once!” 

Silence.

You shook your head. You knew what that silence meant. 

“I got nothing, Joe.” You murmured, wiping your tears away. “I can’t believe your words unless you also show it to me.”

You stood there and watched him sit at the edge of the bed. His head hung low, and he was shaking his head. No words slipped out of his lips and that made it even more painful because even with just the two of you, he couldn’t even fight for you. He couldn’t even lose something for you. He couldn’t choose you. 

“Goodbye, Joe.” You shook your head and turned to walk out the door. 

“Wait!” Joe immediately got up from the bed and stopped you. 

He wrapped his arms around you, hugging you from behind so tight that he didn’t want to let go of you just yet.

“I’m sorry, please.” Joe murmured. “Please don’t go. Don’t give up on me just yet.”

You could feel his tears on your skin, but you already had faded away. 

“Then choose something, Joe!” You cried out, pulling his arms away from you.

You knew damn well that this was going to break you, but you still risked it. But how far is enough? How long were you going to be an idiotic mess for him? 

“I love you so much.” Joe turned you around to face him, cupping your face and wiping the tears that won’t stop rolling down your cheeks. 

“How can you say that when I’m slowly dying over here?” 

Joe shook his head, “You’re not. You’re not going to because I will risk everything or lose everything. Just not you, please.” 

You stared into his chocolate button eyes. You saw the truth in his eyes. One year together, and you knew you could always see the genuine truth through his eyes, so you believed him. 

“I will talk to Alex first thing in the morning. I will tell him everything.” He caressed your cheek softly with his thumb. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry I didn’t realize how much shit you have endured because of me. Most of all, I’m sorry I didn’t realize it sooner until you were slowly losing from me.”

You nodded your head, sniffing as you wrapped your arms around his neck and embraced him in a tight hug. “Thank you.” You whispered.

“I’ll lose everything before I could lose you.” He whispered, pulling away. 

He kissed you softly and showed every bit of his love into that kiss, making sure that you knew how much he meant to you. Joe made sure that he showed every bit of his love for you in that kiss, and you knew. You knew he meant what he said. 

And he knew that for him, you had ruined yourself a million little times, and he would never let you do that ever again. 

The End.

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[lokisgoodgirl]

Hi babes. I’m trying to get out of this yucky mood I’m in. So I have a question. How does CF Loki feel about phone sex with us?

I'm sorry you're having a bleh day my honeypie. I'm in a weird mood too so I've done a lil Clandestine F*cks drabble :) This takes place just before The Honeytrap and canonically, they have been having phone sex while she's away so... ;) sorry it's a bit rushed

Mystery Caller: Clandestine F*cks

Collection List Warning - Smutty. (w/c approx 600)

"Hello, darling...I wasn't expecting to hear from you so late."

Loki's smug tone was the spark to your arousal, soaked like fresh gasoline.

"This is my burner phone." you said huffily, a playful smile curling on your lips as you heard him chuckle down the crackling line. "I don't need your so-called 'caller ID' to tell me when my love is seeking my services through the ether." he purred. You could hear the buckle of his belt clunking as he wove the leather free. "I miss you..." you whispered, every hiss of the syllables making you flinch as you listened for Natasha stirring in the next room.

Loki hummed approval, a deep lust-filled rumble vibrating the low set volume. You could see him so clearly... closing his eyes, his fingers wrapping around the thick base of his ready manhood. God, it had been days. He would be so fucking hard. "And I you, darling...have you called to tell me how the mission is going?" he coyed, staggered breaths sneaking their way between the words. You shook your head, hearing Loki chuckle again at the silence. "Are you touching yourself, my sweet thing?" he purred darkly, making you arch your back against the bed. A whimper escaped you in confirmation. "Do you miss my body pressing down on yours hmm? Do you wish my hands were pulling that perfect arse back onto my thick cock as I howl your name? Is that what my needy lover wishes me to verbalise for her?" Your fingers pressed deeper against the skin above your clit as your eyelids fluttered shut. With his voice, you didn't need two hands. "Or do you miss my words?" he growled, sucking air between his teeth as he tightened the grip around himself. "All of it, baby..." you groaned softly, willing him to continue. He let out a staggered sigh, a low thud telling you his head had fallen back against the wingback chair by his window. "Darling if you were here...I would take you so slowly. So devastatingly. So thoroughly that you would be trembling until daybreak from the aftershocks of ecstasy you had begged for. Begged for." Your brow furrowed, pulling the hood of your slick sex back in time with his measured tones. He moaned in rhythm with the thrust of his hand, with the slip of your fingers. "Tell me what you're doing...talk to me." you murmured, barely audible. "Touching myself. Slowly. J-just how you like it. Feeling every pulse beneath my p-palm as I imagine fucking that divine pussy of yours just right. So hot. So tight. The one that's all m-mine..." He inhaled sharply, as you felt the coil inside you tighten. "Missing you." he grunted, before a primal exhale of need flooded the microphone. "Loki..." you whispered into the top of the duvet, stifling the rising moans in your throat as you began to tumble over the edge. "Darling..." he choked, panting quickly on the other side of the phone as you pressed it flat against your ear, willing your brain to absorb the sinfully perfect sound.

"J-jeg vil ha d-deg...fu-ckkk..." Loki groaned, the pained cry of his tempered orgasm synchronising with your own. Your breath was hot against the thick bedcover, steadying your pants. He spoke first. "I'm not accustomed to dealing with the aftermath of these sorts of things. With you gone, it's rather tiresome." he said playfully, his breaths shaky. You could hear the smile twitching on his lips as clearly as you could see the curls that had fallen across his forehead. How his belt would be splayed open across his wide hips, thighs spread to indulge your impulsive needs. "I love you." you whispered, curling into a foetal position. "I love you too my insatiable siren. Now go to sleep, before Romanoff starts asking questions about your mystery caller." You caught a giggle in your throat, pausing before reluctantly pressing the red button and hearing the defeatist beep. Loki sighed, straightening himself in the chair as silence reigned in his chambers once again. Three more days, he thought; raising your scarf to his face and inhaling deeply. Three more days.

jeg vil ha deg - I want you

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[my-soupy-brain]

calling ted a good boy while giving him a hand job

Oooof, this is gonna get right to the point. Short n' spicy. I love it. Let's goooo!

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Relationship: Ted Lasso x reader

Warning: Smut smut smut

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Ted gasped as he saw your hand working over his cock.

You were just at this charity event for a few drinks with your friends. You were just enjoying your time at the table.

When your hand sat on his thigh and went a little higher than you expected and you heard him groan.

And then he grabbed your wrist and moved it to the bulge in his trousers and you practically jumped into his lap right there.

Well, that just won't do.

You stood up and walked to the back of the ballroom, through a door when no one was looking. Once Ted took a breath and was appropriate to stand up, he followed you.

A storage closet.

"Did anyone see you?" you ask with a grin. He shakes his head.

"No, but I don't even care, sugar..."

He backs you against the wall and kisses you, his hands down your sides, over your ass, his lips down your neck, nipping and moaning.

When your hand brushes down the front of his slacks with purpose this time, you feel his body tense and his cock harden.

"Let's take care of this, hm?" you whisper in his ear, making his body tremble. You open his belt and unbutton the trousers, scooting them down his thighs just far enough that you can access his whole length.

Whole length, because Ted Lasso doesn't pack lightly.

"Oh, God..." he murmurs against you, bracing one hand against the wall, the other on your waist.

"You're gonna have to be a little quiet in here, baby," you whisper again, your hand moving up and down his shaft with purpose, twisting ever-so-gently at the head.

He nods and moans quieter.

"Good boy," you reply, kissing his neck, his ear...

His cock goes harder in your hand as he hears the praise, and you realize how much he likes that.

"Mmm, so good for me...so hard...I love it," you tease, and he groans again, muffling it against the side of your neck.

Your pace increases just right, and he's bucking his hips against you while your hand works over him.

He suddenly has a realization...

"Your...outfit...I don't...wanna..."

You kneel on the floor and take him in your mouth, his eyebrows furrowed and pleasure etched on his face. He feels your hand grabbing the back of his thigh, encouraging him to fuck your mouth.

"Oh, fuck," he mutters, uncharacteristically, watching you as you look up at him.

A little moan, another praise: "Good boy, let it feel good..."

One hand runs into your hair, gently so as not to fuss it up too much, and he lets the pleasure wash over him, spilling into your mouth. You lick the rest of him up, and he helps you stand. He pants, out of breath, dark hazel eyes glassy, as he lays his head on your shoulder.

"I love doing that," you whisper, and his hand grips your hip a little harder. He finally looks down at you and smiles, kissing your lips gently.

"Ain't that easy, sugar..." he murmurs to your lips. "Yours is next when we get home."

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OOOOOOOF. I feel like Ted is probably not used to clandestine encounters like this but would be 100% into it after the first time. Oh and praise. He just loves praise. This was fun! Thanks for the prompt, friend!

[mswendla]

Come check out my new Montlie fic! It's got all the pain and pining that you need 😂❤️

[iamsherlocked1479]

A lot of explaining to do

Pairing: Dr Strange x f!Reader

Summary: Doctor Strange and y/n have had a secret relationship and want to kiss at midnight and Tony Starks New Years eve party. The only issue is that y/n is Tony Starks daughter and the one rule the Avengers must follow is nodbody can have a relationship with Tony Starks daughter. Not based on the mcu timeline.

Word count: 2.8k words

Genre: Cladestine realtionship, Smut, NSFW, angst, 18+

“I’ll be there in 10 X” 

Your Phone buzzed with Stephens notification, you held it close to your chest in excitement. Although you wouldn’t be able to show off your fairly new relationship with the handsome chiselled man they called Doctor Strange, your worries seemed to disappear whenever he was around. 

Now most people would love to show off their new relationship especially at a social gathering like this, but of course with Stephen being an Avenger now, he must obey Tony’s boldly highlighted rule. Any member of the team cannot engage with any relationship with his daughter, and of course that had to be you. At first it wasn’t an issue but Stephen wasn’t a member of the team and didn’t even know you existed. Well he did, everyone knew the daddy daughter team within the Avengers. 

Your powers being the result of a one night stand with a mutant woman, leaving you with the ability to summon fire and control any surrounding flames. But that's a story for another time.

The main issue here was you finally convinced Stephen to come to one of your father’s extravagant parties with the excuse of it being new years eve and the promise of a private after party. However it would be difficult to party with your boyfriend without hinting any form of connection between you two. The only person who knew was Natasha after she caught Stephen walking out of your room one night. All you wanted to do was kiss Stephen at midnight like any newly blossoming couple exploring the honeymoon period. 

“Y/n are you going to get me that drink, i got the last round and i am paying for everything here.” Tony snapped you from your trance waving his hand across your eyes. 

“Huh yeah sure, scotch?” You smile

“Look at that, she knows her dad well.” He joked kissing your cheek. You roll your eyes as you slip away dodging being dragged into conversations with people you’ve never met finally reaching the bar. You slip behind helping yourself to the glasses and observing the selections of vodkas before inevitably picking your favourite and adding it to your lemonade.

“I’ll take that in a martini with you on the side.” A familiar comforting voice guided by a glass being slid in your direction plastered an instant smile on your face. He was wearing a blue suit fitting perfectly around his body, his biceps protruded through the tightness of his sleeves, he looked perfect.

“Look at you Strange, is this you socialising?” You joke filling his glass.

“I can’t help it, I was told this girl I really like would be here and I just had to see her again.” He smiled while taking his drink.

“Doc, you made it! Finally got your head out of those books.” Tony waltzed over patting Stephen on the shoulder pulling him slightly away from you as he always did with any man who stood slightly too close for his comfort. You found it funny that he did his utmost best to reduce the chances of being charmed by rich playboys, just like your mother was.

“Its the end of the year thought I’d come to watch you piss someone off one final time this year.” He joked sarcastically only smiling when you began to laugh. Tony took his drink and headed back to Pepper to keep some of his pride, kissing her check with his arrival. “So tell me how are you going to execute operation midnight kiss?” Stephen turned to you

“Natasha is going to suggest we all find someone to kiss when the ball drops. Everyone has a significant other apart from us two. So that leaves me with you, no one will bat an eye at a midnight kiss.” You lean on the bar smiling at the man before you, noticing how his eyes examined the dress that curves with your figure. “Are you even listening?” You ask, waving your hand in front of his glassy eyes.

“Yes absolutely, sounds like you have it all planned out, let's hope nobody is suspicious when I kiss you tonight. Knowing Tony, he probably hired a detective to watch over you but I reckon I'd suss them out.” He winked sipping his drink

“Yeah because you’re a real detective Strange.” 

“Maybe in a different universe, you never know.” He shrugged as you walked away. As much as you wanted to stay with him all night, you couldn’t risk anyone finding out about your clandestine relationship.

The evening went pretty smoothly, you laughed and joked with Natasha watching her flirtatious remarks fly over Bruce's head. You almost died after trying a sip of the asgardian wine Thor had brought, you found yourself leaning on the balcony trying to ignore his thundering laughter over your lightweight self. You bravely wandered back after giving Stephen a subtle nod showing you where okay, after knowing he’d be worried for you, you weren’t always the most graceful drunk. The scar on your head was a worthy example. 

Most of the team sat around the main table with Clint mimicking the Mjolnir rule.

“Uh, "Whosoever be he worthy shall haveth the power!" Whatever man! It's a trick.”

“Are you serious? we’re going to go through this again?” Tony moaned 

“Mr Stark is right the last time we reviewed this, I believe we had to fight ultron.” Vision stated 

“But it has to be some sort of trick, plus y/n never had a go.” Clint pointed out. 

“That's true, in fact I don't believe you were there at all.” Rhodey highlighted. And he was right, at that time you were tasked by Nick Fury to draft a certain sourcer to the team. And if you remember correctly by that point in the night he had already fucked you atleast three times.

“I was working.” You blushed feeling the gaze of said sourcer who knew exactly where you were that night. And who you were doing, you looked over to him and saw him smiling through his drink almost as if he was proud.

“Boo come on don’t you want to know if you could rule asgard?” Tony announced. You turned to Thor who smiled

“Be my guest, you lift it, you rule me.” He joked. You nodded and stood over the hammer and gripped it tightly, you huffed and puffed but the hammer made no effort to move. Your competitive streak pulled harder, causing you to grunt and groan as you pulled and still the hammer didn’t budge.

“Okay it's a very clear message, I’m not worthy. Sorry Thor, looks like you still rule the golden realm.” You laughed before Friday interrupted the party.

“Boss it's almost midnight, fireworks are due to start in two minutes.” The group cheered as Natasha got up winking at you during the process 

“Tony, I think we should find somebody to kiss when the new year starts, you know, for luck.” You turn to your father trying your best not to look hopeful.

“Sure why not, any excuse to kiss Pepper.” He smiled, kissing her cheek. A smile formed at each side of your face as you nudged Stephen following the group outside.

“Would you look at that, a well executed plan.” He whispered to you.

“I'm surprised you stayed this long.” You whispered back. His hand moved down to your waist as he squealed your ass.

“I was promised a pretty good reward.” He purred into your ear. Your heart skipped a beat, you’d take him there and then if all these people weren’t around. Your thoughts were interrupted by the beginning of the countdown. You noticed how Stephen still wanted to protect the secrecy that you shared as he moved the two of you to the quiet corner of the balcony.

“Five, four, three, two, one. Happy new year!” You and Stephen waited for everyone to kiss their partner before your lips pressed together. He pulled you closer bringing his hands to your face, you pressed your waist to his moving slightly already teasing him with what you had promised. You smiled through the kiss as his soft groan rumbled through his throat. He pressed his forehead against yours as he spoke softly 

“I can already tell this year is going to be good, all because it starts with you.” He kissed your forehead and intertwined his fingers with yours.

“I think you should go downstairs, I’ll say goodnight and meet you there.” You traced your hand down his chest.

“I think you’re right.” He smirked, raising one brow and leaving the room with a slight skip in his step. 

Tony walked over handing you a glass of champagne and kissed your cheek.

“Happy new year sweetie, who kissed you.” He asked

“Nobody, I just watched the fireworks.” You laughed taking a large gulp of your drink. “Well I'm gonna call it a night, don't be too loud.” You kiss his forehead and wave to Natasha before heading to your own party. 

The guests cheers and laughter began to fade as the elevator doors closed behind you. You trailed your hand along the wall as you stepped closer to your room. You entered with a heavy sigh, throwing your high heels aside. 

“Why do you wear those things? They destroy your feet every time.” Stephen smiled, turning from his window view. You collapsed into his arms swaying with him as you danced to the faded music vibrating above you. You hummed as you trailed your fingers through his silver streaks and kissed his lips softly. Your hands gilded downwards and began unbuckling his belt. They slid into the opening and moved up and down his half hard shaft. He pulled you closer, his moan echoing into your lips. You released his cock and unbuttoned his shirt kissing his body as your head moved downwards, you reached the tip of his cock and began playing with it, licking it up and down before taking him into your mouth.

Your head bobbed up and down struggling to fit him entirely into your mouth gagging slightly. His hand positioned itself on the back of your head holding any loose strands of hair out of your face.

“Fuck sweetheart you really are treating me tonight.” He let out a deep groan stroking your head as you sucked harder, you moved to the tip licking the precum that gushed from his tip. You pulled the rest of his trousers down and grabbed his toned ass and pushed him deeper into your mouth. You bobbed frantically sucking all his juices as he moaned loudly, his cock grew harder and pulsated heavily with the feeling of a hot substance dripping down your throat. He came hard stroking your face as you licked every part of him and swallowed it down. You moved back up to his mouth as he pulled you in for a heavy kiss. 

He continued his kiss moving down to your neck, his hand moved down sliding up your skirt smiling as he reached the wetness. His dexterous fingers glided effortlessly through your folds reaching your tender clit and began massaging it. Your knees buckled slightly at the sensation, he always knew how to please you, two more fingers appeared down there as he slid them into your wet pussy moving in and out. His sapphire blues darkened at your crippling pleasure, your knuckles turning white gripping into him as he fingered you. Your hand moved down to his cock suppried that it was already hard again, it wasn’t uncommon for Stephen to be able to fuck you all night long barely taking time to breathe. That's what had led you to miss the night Ultron attacked. By morning you loins couldn’t take it anymore and you had to leave.

“Fuck baby your hard again” you smirk regaining the use of your legs somehow manging to jerk his cock between the waves of the orgasm his fingers where creating.

“Not for much longer.” He pulled his hands out of you and sucked his fingers clean. “You’re my favourite flavour” He lifted you up and instinctively your legs wrapped around him and he pushed you against the window. He didn’t hold back thrusting himself into you as far in as he could go fucking you hard pushing in and out. It felt so hard you were worried the glass would break. His fucking proceded, deeper and harder he groaned into your ear pleasing you as he worked. The orgasm began building within your core, you waist trembled as he fucked,his length filled you effortlessly stretching you out as far as it could go. Your orgasms came and went, each stronger than the latter he always knew where that sweet spot was, you took a moment gazing into his sapphire traps as he worked watching the way the new year’s fireworks reflected in them.

He lifted you off the window still keeping his cock inside you and laid you on the bed where he knelt over you and pushed in slower, almost worshipping your body. He took time to kiss every part of you while sliding in and out gently, still pushing in deeper. His breath faded over your lips before colliding with them once again.

“I love you y/n, i don't know how its possible but i love you in every universe.” He said slowing his pace, the mood became more intimate as you both shared kisses he wanted to be in you for as long as possible. Your fingers intertwined as he lifted your arms above your head to worship your perfect breasts. He brought you to your climax again before he followed like the gentleman he is cumming inside of you painting your insides white. He stayed in you for a moment still kissing your lips, before picking you up and heading to your shower.

He removed himself from you and helped you clean yourself by wiping his juices from your cunt. He left you to wash your hair giving you some privacy. When you entered the bedroom, Stephen had changed into a pair of sweatpants he kept in your room. You got into bed next to him and cuddled up beside him as you always did. 

The next morning arrived quickly with the sounds of knocking rattling your door.

“Y/n wake up, we were supposed to meet an hour ago! We’re going to miss our reservation.” Your fathers voice echoed into the room. You turned to Stephen who was still sleeping peacefully.

“Stephen shit we overslept, that's my dad you need to hide.” You shook him awake pushing him from the bed

“Y/n i'm coming in.” Tony’s voice became more clear as the door slowly opened. Stephen fell from the bed hitting the floor with a thump as he rolled under the bed.

“H-hey dad sorry I must have drank a lot.” You say nervously 

“What was that noise? Is someone here.” Tony asked suspiciously 

“Erm no, my shoes just fell off my bed.” You point to your heels thrown to the other side of the room.” Tony raised one brow scanning your room.

“Pretty heavy shoes.” He didn’t buy it

“I'm 26 you can't get mad if there was someone in my room. Which there isn’t.” You answer. Tony stood sternly against the doorframe, crossing his arms still not convinced before sighing heavily 

“Okay just get ready Pepper is waiting in the car. Love ya.” He closed the door and you waited to hear his footsteps fade away before whispering 

“I think he’s gone, you can come out now.” You tapped Stephen's foot.

“Not my first close call.” He says sitting up fixing his hair in the mirror. You laugh at his remark and gather his clothes

“I think you should go, I’ll be around later.” You kissed his brow but noticed he was looking for something.

“Have you seen my jacket? it has my sling ring in it”  He asked, searching his discarded clothing.

“No, the last time I saw it, you where- oh shit.” You paused

“What?” He asked 

“It's upstairs. You took it off halfway through the night.” You say placing your face into your palm. 

“What's the issue there i can just go get it. Tony and Pepper are waiting for you in the car.” He said doing the buttons up on his shirt.

“Are you sure?” You say nervously.

“It’ll be fine c’mon.” He opened the door and looked down the hall before stepping out, he led you with his hand until you reached the elevator doors. “See i told you easy.” He said as the doors pinged behind you. He smiled and kissed you again, but didn’t stop when the doors opened.

“I knew there was someone in there!” Tony stood with Stephen's jacket in hand.

“It's not what it looks like.” You say, but it was exactly what it looked like. 

“Strange, you better have a good explanation.” He threw the jacket into Stephen's arms who stood his ground, not even flinching.

“I don't need to explain anything, I love your daughter.” He said confidently, Tony turned to you waiting for an answer.

And now you had a lot of explaining to do.

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A/N: Hey everybody Happy New year, well it will be soon, i hope you enjoy this its something ive been wanting to write for a while. Hopefully next year i actually post more but i really enjoy writing these stand alone fics and i hope you do too.

As always thanks <3

[violetasteria]

Clandestine Chapter 15 💋

Happy Day 7 of MirSan Week! 💕

Closing out MirSan week with a bang (literally 😘), @skyelara & I are so excited to show you the next installment of Clandestine. 💋

💜✨Read it Here on Ao3 Today!✨💜

Toying with the Linen theme from @loveofmirsan, we wanted to show you exactly what are monk and slayer are up to inbetween episodes 46-47, after Sango finishes dressing Miroku's wounds. And things are getting STEAMY 👀

Preview below the cut! 😘

She watched him a moment longer beneath hooded eyes. He was many things. A shameless flirt. A womanizer. A con man. But he wasn’t a liar. At least, not to her. She pursed her lips lightly as she turned her gaze back towards the door, pondering whether it was worth the risk. 

Fuck it, she thought. She needed this, and so did he. It had been so long too, she was sure they could be quick about it. "Okay,” she caved before jabbing her finger at his bare chest, making her terms abundantly clear. “But it's got to be fast."

“Not to worry, my dear Sango,” Miroku says, pulling her closer to him. “I am quite efficient when it comes to the things I want.” Their lips met again, but not timidly this time. They were hungry, craving the fleeting comfort of the other’s embrace, and knowing they had to move quickly if they were to satiate that desire.

His tongue tangled with hers in a passionate kiss as she climbed onto him, tugging up the linen fabric of her skirt to give herself some room to fully straddle him. His good arm laced through her hair, pulling her closer still into the heated kiss.

[tea-blankets-andstars]

me when i find a Regulus black fic thats still being written, has trans regulus, with serious and reg having a good dynamic, pretty angsty, that has the slythern skittels & and the marauders, oh and did i mention ITS A REGULUS BLAC FIC

[moonsblack]

i’m currently writing a fanfic that’s inspired by young royals!! i have 4 chapters up right now and i’m updating on thursdays and sundays!

[runekirikjartan]

Chapter 4 of 'an observational study of a ghost, by a paranormally inclined expert in clandestine tradecraft' is out now!

Peep the Alejandro/Valeria/Rodolfo, the Alejandro/Ghost and the Ghost/Soap pining.

[convexicalcrow]

And now for fic inspired by throwaway comments on Cub streams, we have The Midnight Museum, bc you all want Cub and Scar trading in dubiously acquired magical artefacts while Evil Jellie supervises, right? :D?

[lokisgoodgirl]

A Clandestine Christmas: Clandestine F*cks [Avenger! Loki x Fem.Reader]

Part of the Clandestine F*cks Collection Part of the Winter Warmers Collection A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: Off the back of a stunning festive revelation, Loki shows you a hidden room in Stark Tower. Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. Language. Patchy historical references. Humour. (w/c 2.9k)

It was mid-December. The communal quarters of Stark Tower were being adorned furiously in winding wreaths of pine, gold ornaments flashing in the afternoon sun through the panoramic windows. You stood back from the tree in the corner, fluffing a branch absent-mindedly. You could hear the low conversation of the Asgardian brothers behind you, enjoying the rare hum of interaction untinged by sarcasm or pointed barbs. “...Stark said the belt he shall be fashioning for my Yuletide gift will be the perfect thing to contain my unrestrained godly manhood. A contingency if you decide once again to withdraw the phallus enchantment at a time which is of life or death importance.” You heard Loki scoff, as Thor continued. “You know... if it is necessary for critical missions. First dates and suchlike.”

Your lover made a sharp intake of breath, a scathing and very un-festive comment sure to follow. "Like a ladies sport brassiere, but for your ridiculous penis?" Loki goaded. You rolled your eyes, fluffing the branch a final time before turning to prevent the exchange escalating further. “-Guys, Morgan’s coming over later, so no talk about Santa being fake or anything alright?” Your intended audience remained silent. The brothers were perched at the breakfast bar; Thor enjoying a well earned break from helping assemble the decor ahead of tonight’s party. Your boyfriend, not so much. They were both dressed snugly in hand knitted jumpers, a gift from Scott's grandmother to the whole team. Thor’s was bright red, two candy-canes woven in a haphazard ‘T’. It was far too small for him, the weave stretching dangerously with every movement of his broad shoulders. It won’t last the night, you thought with a smile. Loki’s was a rich green, a sprig of holly resting on the tip of a white ‘L’ emblazoned garishly on his chest. It fit perfectly, because of course it did. The blonde’s face turned pale, his eyes widening. You noted his sudden panicked gaze shifting towards his brother, flicking through a magazine and munching carrot sticks. He showed no signs of interest. “Santa?” Thor mumbled, brushing invisible crumbs from the counter-top. You mean, Santa...Claus? ‘Sinterklaas’? ‘Der Weihnachtsmann’? ‘Père Noël’? ‘Noel...Baba’?” An awkward silence followed; your eyes narrowing as you regarded them with increasing suspicion. “That nonsense is still circulating this realm? How quaint.” Loki smirked, flipping the magazine closed and folding his arms on the counter. Thor grimaced, closing his eyes. “What do you mean?” you said, tilting your head. Loki's smile broadened, leaning forward on the counter-top, his beautiful eyes glinting. “My brother doesn’t like me talking about it. Top secret Asgardian business, you see.” He winked, tapping his nose.

Thor huffed, encircling a strand of bushy tinsel round his neck. “Well if you insist on being so forceful, Loki…” he said, resting his hands on his meaty hips. “Loki is at fault for this realm’s obsession with this ‘Santa Claus’. There, I said it.” “I invented him.” Loki said proudly, picking up another carrot stick. “You most certainly did not brother, he was invented by father and myself to prevent mass rioting within the realm at your hands.” The dark-god grimaced, rolling his eyes. “So dramatic, brother. It was just a bit of fun.” Thor toyed with the tinsel around his neck while Loki crunched the carrot elegantly poised between his thumb and forefinger. Seconds passed in silence. “So...is no one going to tell me what actually happened?” you said slowly, sliding on the barstool opposite the brothers. Thor opened his mouth, silenced by a sharp ba-ba-ba from his brother. “I think not. You will taint the glorious details of the original story with your bias.” Loki said between gritted teeth, turning back toward you with a renewed spark. “Bias...” Thor scoffed, throwing an end of tinsel over his shoulder like a scarf. Loki cleared his throat. “A while ago, my brother and I were spending some regrettable time on Midgard-” “-Father was tired of your childish antics, Loki. It was a time-out.” “Hush.” Loki sniped, rolling his eyes. "We were marooned in the old countries and I was feeling rather affronted by the whole situation and may have spun some yarns to a few curious children who passed our way in a moment of uncharacteristic bitterness.” “How long ago are we talking?” you said warily, as Loki’s smile grew. “About a fifteen hundred years, give or take.” he said coyly. Thor grimaced at the memory. “Loki told a group of naïve village youngsters that in several weeks hence, during the lowest point of winter; gifts would appear if they left their fathers boots outside their dwelling. A ridiculous notion.” “It was just a bit of fun.” your lover repeated innocently. “There was nothing else to do, and those little shits were asking for it. They made fun of my helmet.” “You intended to thieve the boots of those villagers, brother. Do not deny it.” Thor grunted, throwing you a knowing look. Loki huffed. “Well, regardless...by the time Thor found out, the rumour had spread so that every child within a hundred miles seemed to know about this miraculous benefaction and so action had to be taken... apparently.” “Father was furious, thanks to that brown-nose Heimdall.” Thor grimaced, the memory clearly etched deep. “He summoned us back to Asgard immediately-” “-and I was, naturally, delighted. It meant no more dreary, mirthless winter dearth on this sub-par terra.” Loki busied himself with a loose strand on the sleeve of his jumper, before looking up doe-eyed. “No offence, darling.”

“A lot has changed in a thousand years.” you quipped, seeing another smirk tug at his lips as you said it. “If you say so, my love.” he murmured, sarcasm hanging in the air like the scent of cinnamon as he snapped the rogue thread and made it vanish. Thor leant forward, his voice deepening as if recalling a battle tale. “Father demanded that Loki and I fulfil the oath we made to the children of the old country-” “It was no oath.” Loki snapped, jawline flashing in the glow of the twinkling lights surrounding you all. Thor chuckled incredulously, his eyes widening in disbelief at his brother’s selective memory. “Did you not swear to them by the Nine that it was true?” he said, raising his eyebrows. Loki folded his arms. “Potentially. But it was just a bit of fu-”

Thor waved a hand, silencing his brother’s protestations. “Father insisted that Loki fashion trinkets enough for a nation of children, it was...oh, thousands. You should have seen him, Y/N...tinkering away for ten whole days and nights using all manner of magic to fashion carved animals and rudimentary affectations.” Thor became glassy-eyed, his annoyance turning to nostalgia. Large hands grasped at memories of the presents, twirling the imagined items through his fingers; the twinkling lights from the tree reflecting in his wide, excited eyes. “Little dolls and hoops and boats, oh brother, do you remember the hours you spent in the palace workshops with only candlelight for companionship?” “And you, as I recall.” Loki said, his own indifference softening. “Not that you were much help.” Thor let out a pffft, shaking his head with a smile. “You know very well Father forbade me from assisting.” He swivelled on the barstool, facing you across the breakfast bar once more. “My role was to be more logistical, you see. Loki was to create the gifts, I was to deliver them.” “Deliver them?” you gasped, leaning forward in amazement. “Oh yes, Y/N.” Thor nodded solemnly. “But Father concocted a bit of a ruse. It was during the changing of the guard in terms of religion and all that malarky so we had to be...subtle.” “Clandestine.” Loki corrected seductively in your ear, his unexpected warm breath making you shiver. “Not my brother’s strong suit, darling.” You jumped as his hand slid around your waist, resting of your stomach. You hadn’t even seen him move from across the breakfast bar and circle behind you. His firm chest pressed against your back, feeling yourself melt against the rough wool of his jumper. Your eyes fluttered shut, before Thor cleared his throat. “Yes, well...enough of the old lore was in circulation that we couldn’t stir the metaphorical pot much to my dismay. Father was adamant. So Loki was in charge of disguising me in a more...unrecognisable form than my typical unique brand of perfection.” “Ruddy-cheeked and old and soft in the belly. And a wholly ridiculous beard.” Loki smirked against your cheek, his eyes trailing his brother’s face. “I may have used a certain someone for inspiration, considering his interference.” he purred, making you giggle. Thor huffed, “Like I said, unrecognisable brother.”

Loki kissed your cheek, his sultry tones entirely unnecessary to the situation. “There were too many gifts to manage in one trip through the bifrost, so we saddled a chariot to Sleipnir and one enchanted sack later, our plan was in motion.” Thor cleared his throat again, fiddling with the sleeves of his jumper as Loki’s kisses worked down your neck; a small whimper escaping your lips. “Delivery was rather swift if I do say so myself, minus one or two...setbacks.” the blonde muttered, as Loki erupted in a gruff snort of laughter against your skin. “Setbacks? You mean your clumsy attempt to gain access to ill-gotten snacks on your journeys through the Norwegian tundra?” Thor shrugged, pulling a thread from his chest. “I hear that in future years the people of the realm started leaving said snacks out in anticipation of such a need.” “Yes, brother. To avoid their dwelling being raided through any available opening. I mean really, that year how many chimneys did you find your festively plump arse entrapped in, brother? Seven? Any other fool would have stopped after the first. A ridiculous display.” Thor stood, his finger waggling in Loki’s direction. Your dark lover rested his chin on your shoulder, stooped flush against your back. The feeling of his warmth against you was one you never wanted to lose. A smile pressed against your cheeks as you bit your lip, Thor’s indignation in combination with his ridiculous sweater building a bubbling roll of laughter in your belly. “So...how many years did you do this?” you managed to choke, squeezing Loki’s arms tighter around your midriff. Thor shrugged. “Five or six...dozen, perhaps...and then the parents of this realm sort of, took over gradually. Good thing, too...the way it’s spread.” “Thank the Norns.” Loki huffed, burying his face in your hair. You could feel him sigh against your skin, inhaling your scent theatrically. Thor cleared his throat louder, averting his eyes from the sensual scene unfolding in front of him. “All this talk of snacks has found me rather peckish I’m going to...to…” Loki’s hands wandered, his thumb grazing the curve of your breast through your own initialled Christmas jumper. The world faded as Loki’s mouth found yours with a quiet groan, his tongue slipping between your parted lips. From beyond the haze, you heard the kitchen door swing shut as Thor departed. Alone, at last. “Come here” Loki growled, his eyelids heavy with simmering lust as he pulled you down from the stool. You giggled, casting a glance around the living room sparkling with festive cheer. The warm glow of fairy lights nestled in vibrant pine cast shadows on Loki’s features, the corner of his eyes creased with the same mischief tugging on his lips. God, how you loved him. He led you across the room towards an inconspicuous door you had always assumed was a closet, a small ‘No Entry’ sign placed centrally upon it. A wave of citrus and pine hit you as Loki turned the handle and opened the door, revealing a small but perfectly formed room. Soft lighting flooded the opening, the warm glow reminding you of a fireside. Rolls of festive wrapping paper hung on the walls, exquisite ribbons draping downward from spindles in fluttering splashes of gold, red and green. Neatly packed boxes of bows were stacked on shelves, divided by size and colour; labels and a selection of fountain pens lined perfectly against the wall on a solid mahogany desk.

You gasped, “Is this Pepper’s wrapping room? I thought it was a myth.” “Hidden in plain sight, darling.” Loki winked, pulling you inside and closing the door behind him with a soft click. His hands ran over your hips, manoeuvring your ass back against the solid desk. “Loki, we shouldn’t…” you murmured between his ravenous kisses, the words sounding even less convincing in the air than they did in your head. “Correct.” Loki growled, unzipping the side of your skirt with devastating slowness. “But when has that ever stopped us, my love?” The fabric slid down, pooling around your ankles. Loki’s fingers toyed at the waistband of your thick pantyhose, rolling them below your hips. You sat back on the desk, extending one leg as he slid the 200 denier down your thigh, raising your calf and placing a deep kiss on the bare skin. He did the same on the other side, his piercing gaze never leaving yours in the low light. You could feel a sea of wetness pooling in your panties, the need for him growing with every intentionally teasing touch of his fingertips. You crossed your arms across your chest, tugging the jumper upward. Loki pushed them gently down. “The festive sweaters stay on, love.” he purred with a wink. The god sank to his knees, widening your legs. He hummed, sliding a wide palm up your naked thigh and trailing a finger through your glistening folds. “Darling” he growled, “it’s been over a year, are you truly still this desperate for me?” Before you could answer, two fingers slid inside you; making your head fall back with a groan. “Yes, Loki” you gasped, as he pumped them firmly back and forth, his thumb circling your swollen clit. "Lucky me." he murmured, before his lips fastened to the centre of your desire. He lapped at the trail of sticky arousal smeared against your skin, caressing every crevice. Muffled approval rumbled in his throat as he slowly removed the fingers, his tongue delving deeper into the warm heat he craved. You grasped the sides of the desk, resting back on your elbows as you balanced your feet on his thick thighs. Loki shook his head gently back and forth, nose grazing downward as he pleasured every inch of you with whoreish abandon. Even his eyelashes would be wet. “God...baby, yes..y-es, f-fuck…” you sighed, feeling his fingers tighten around the soft flesh of your spread thighs. He suckled gently, wide strokes of his tongue rolled over your slit. You would never know how he could be so fucking good at this. A hand wound in his hair, pushing him deeper against your needy cunt. He growled, the vibration against your clit making you pulse. In a flash, he rolled you backwards, pushing your calves backward so you were completely exposed.

Flat on the table, you craned forward to watch his tongue work your pussy; every lick accompanied by a dark, delicious moan. His eyes were closed in blissful concentration, strands of long hair trailing against your bare skin. The furrow of his brow betrayed the lust you knew was straining against his trousers out of sight. He was always so fucking hard for you. So fucking hard for me, you thought; whimpering as you watched him work with your mouth open. Panting. Loki sucked your clit gently, sending jolts through your body, legs twitching. “Loki…” you keened, trying to thrust your hips upward. He chuckled against your plump lips, sucking them between his teeth in response. Your lover pulled them back gently, releasing them with a wet slurp. “Come in my mouth, goddess.” he whispered, placing another languishing lick up your centre.

Your head fell back against the desk with a thud, hands gripping the edge beneath you. Hot cum flooded Loki’s tongue, his moans of pleasure matching your own as you juddered like a dying thing beneath lingering suckles. You saw stars, murmurs of his name all you could muster as you felt a glow of seidr radiate from his body. He rose above you, his huge cock standing proudly up against the comically unsexy green sweater. You laughed, covering your mouth as he bent over your body; silencing your mirth with a hungry kiss. “You dare laugh at a god’s attire? How rude…” he purred playfully, running a hand down your thigh as you wrapped your legs around his waist, drawing him closer. You both groaned as he entered you, the veins of his thick manhood rippling across every inch of your channel, fizzing with post-orgasmic bliss. Your hands slid up his cheekbones, the perfect symmetry of his features dazzling as his face twitched with the need to thrust deeper. “Loki?” you murmured, making him pause. He looked down with concern, eyebrows slanting. “...I love you.” you said, as his features softened. “I love you too, my precious one.” he whispered, placing a kiss on your forehead as you thrust your hips upward; sheathing him to the hilt. He moaned loudly, a guttural grunt of your name. “F-fuck, darling…” he gasped, beginning to pump in and out of your soaking core. Every hit of his pelvis was magic, every pulse sending new sparks shooting through your blood. His hips met the backs of your open thighs with wet slaps, hot breath mixing with yours; the two of you panting in rhythm. Loki’s thrusts became sloppy as you tugged the back of his hair, a dark growl thundering in his chest as he buried his face in your cleavage hidden beneath the fuzzy jumper. “Do you want me to f-fill you Y/N?” he asked through staggered breaths. You nodded frantically, the angle of his heavenly cock making your back arch against the wood. “Will you ever tire of having your god’s seed..uhhh, yes...d-dripping down those exquisite t-thighs?” His voice quivered with the effort of forming words, the rhetorical question hanging in the air; buffeted between grunts and whines of feral desire. Loki tumbled over the precipice of orgasm with a deep moan as you squeezed your walls tight around his girth. He bottomed out as you rocked back and forth against his hips, feeling the thick slick of his cum spreading along his length before he collapsed against your chest. The sound of his heavy breaths filled the small space, your heart soaring as he raised his chin to rest above your heart. “You are my everything, darling.” he whispered, placing a kiss on your parted lips before sliding out of your pussy and waving his hand. The familiar feeling of his magic rolled up your lower body as he made both of you presentable once more. “Now remember, you don’t know this place exists – alright?” he winked, helping you down from the desk. You brushed a strand of tinsel from his chest, your fingers lingering on the firmness snug beneath the garish festive sweater. You took the few steps over to the door, opening it a crack and peering out to make sure the coast was clear. “Shit.” you whispered, whipping back to Loki with a wide-eyed stare. The door swung open. “Pepper can never know about this.” Tony said gruffly.

His eyebrows rose sceptically as he stood with his arms folded, resting against the sofa.

You and Loki looked at each other, as a smirk curled the corner of Tony’s mouth. “Honestly, how you guys got away with this shit for as long as you did is beyond me. Maybe you’ve lost your touch.” A burning heat spread over your cheeks, hearing Loki chuckle incredulously beside you. "We were simply..." he began, promptly cut off.

"-I think that particular ship has sailed, folks." Tony sighed, pushing himself away from the sofa. "Sailed and sunk. The SS Sinking Sluts..."

You pursed your lips, as Tony straightened. “Just do me a favour, Laufeyson...make sure you didn’t leave a present of your own in there." he murmured theatrically. "I could handle Steve and the car with the whole racoon business- but Pepper...?” Tony pointed knowingly at your lover before spinning on his heels, walking leisurely towards the door as Loki rolled his eyes. “No Asgardian stuffing on my wife’s ribbons, Laufeyson. Check it once, then check it twice. That’s an order.” he shouted with a casual wave, before disappearing around the corner.

A/N: Thank you @lokischambermaid for concocting the intricacies of Thor's 'magic' belt with me🤣 @lady-rose-moon @gigglingtigger @holymultiplefandomsbatman @muddyorbsblr @xorpsbane @lokikissesmyforehead @simplyholl @fictive-sl0th @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @loopsisloops @thedistractedagglomeration @loveroflokiforpoeticjustice @123forgottherest @joyful-enchantress @sititran @jaidenhawke @silverfire475 @mrsbarnes32557038 @michelleleewise @vbecker10 @imalovernotahater @thomase1 @morriggannlostinfandoms @ladylovesloki @marygoddessofmischief @ravenwings73 @filthyhiddles @peacefulpianist @maple-seed @yelkmelk @wheredafandomat @mistress-ofmagic @five-miles-over @goblingirlsarah @ozymdias @peaches1958 @your-taste-on-my-lips @lokisgirll @lokidokieokie @kikster606 @peachyjinx @peachyymallows @soldeloki @tbhiddlestan83 @trickster-maiden @trojanaurora @ladyofthestayingpower

[chaosinplural]

the floorplan for the bench trio’s nyc studio apartment for my fic on ao3 “In The Case of Tommy’s Clandestine Affairs”. Everything is probably not scaled currectly but ehhh whatever. during the day, they put the mattress up against the wall so that the closet doors aren’t in the way. Cus like they have a bit of trouble getting around already haha

[bunkoos-mole-enthusiast]

Weekly Jungkook Fanfic Recs:

Some fine JK fics for your reading pleasure. Please show your appreciation to all the wonderful authors :)

The Forgotten Spaces: You've been dancing on the same dance crew since your teenage years, and you finally have an important role in it. It feels like life is taunting you when your rival comes back after disappearing for a year, ready to tease you every chance he gets. Will the teasing turn into more, or are you going to take him down with you? https://www.tumblr.com/oddinary4bts/714163315613614081/the-forgotten-spaces-masterpost-jjk?source=share When The End Comes: Seven years after you've started dating Jungkook, long distance creates a wedge in your relationship. When the only solution seems to be breaking up, you go your separate ways even though love still lives in the two of you. Will you find a way back together, or has the end come for you and Jeon Jungkook? https://www.tumblr.com/oddinary4bts/727637458044469248/when-the-end-comes-masterpost-jjk?source=share&ref=oddinary4bts

The Boy With Galaxies In His Eyes: You had never thought the night sky could be found in someone’s eyes. That is, until you met Jeon Jungkook and his gravity pulled you in. Will he crush you with the galaxies in his eyes, or will you learn to explore his worlds and make them yours? https://oddinary4bts.tumblr.com/post/694226660441128960/the-boy-with-galaxies-in-his-eyes-jjk

Sinful Lust: In an attempt to spice up your bedroom life with your boyfriend Min Yoongi, you suggest bringing another man into the action. Yoongi seems reluctant at first, but when you mention his friend Jeon Jungkook, he can’t deny his attraction. All that’s left to do is to convince Jungkook into participating... https://www.tumblr.com/oddinary4bts/724853153529495552/sinful-lust-masterpost-myg-jjk?source=share

Oh My God, They Where (Quarantined)Roommates: What do you do when you're quarantined for months on end with Jeon Jungkook - S-tier cuddler, workout robot and thirst trap extraordinaire? Fuck him, you guess. https://ot7always.tumblr.com/post/624575056240050176/oh-my-god-they-were-quarantined-roommates

Once Bitten, Twice Shy: You meet Taehyung college and he convinces you to move to his hometown with him. The town is nice, Taehyung’s friend are great, and you get along with everyone except Jungkook. You can’t seem to figure out what you’ve done to make him not like you, and why did you care so much? Also, why did none of them ever get cold? https://www.tumblr.com/pbandjk/184635794224/once-bitten-twice-shy Alpha Jeon: You’ve been raised to be a Luna since you were born. You’ve always had an idea of how your future would be, there was little room to imagine anything different. You’d meet your mate and fall madly in love, and the two of you would take over for your parents once they got older. But what happens when a certain wolf comes in and throws all of your plans on their head? https://www.tumblr.com/pbandjk/636812449904017408/alpha-jeon-masterlist

Bite Me, Jeon: Somehow you convince Jeon Jungkook to look into theories of vampirism for a research paper. What Jungkook doesn’t expect, is for vampirism to become a very real and very personal problem for him. https://sailoryooons.tumblr.com/post/683613241221464064/bite-me-jeon

Habits Of A Clandestine Nature: College au. https://www.wattpad.com/story/365219172-habits-of-a-clandestine-nature-%E2%80%A2-jjk

Silver Chains: Jungkook is inquisitive, he likes asking questions. He also likes fucking. These are both great qualities - when done separately of course. After the Muster, he asks you numerous questions, but whether they were out of genuine interest or purely to tease, the answer escapes you (as always). https://satnin-darling.tumblr.com/post/654462205050355712/ silver-chains-m-one-shot-jeon-jungkook

[violetasteria]

Clandestine 💜

@skyelara and I are SO EXCITED to finally bring you ✨️Chapter 11✨️ of our beloved Clandestine. Read it here on Ao3 today! 👀

My super delayed @inumothership Fleet Week continues with a very special hurt/comfort piece. Today's edition of Clandestine focuses on an injured Sango in episode 43 and her paramour's efforts to ease her pain 💕

Sneak peek below the cut!

“Why don’t you forget about me for a while and tend to InuYasha’s wounds, Kagome?” Sango asked Kagome, though her stare was just over Kagome’s shoulder. Squarely on Miroku. His lips drew in a tight line as he realized the missed opportunity to tend to Sango.

Due to InuYasha’s foolishness slipping away to see Kikyo, Miroku was stuck patching up InuYasha this evening while Kagome assisted Sango. Much to his chagrin. He shared his disdain with the group by releasing a long, loud sigh. “Do us all a favor and apologize to her,” he scolded as he patched up one of InuYasha’s wounds. “I don’t like being caught in between.”

Glancing over his shoulder, Miroku caught a glimpse of the beautiful Sango, equally injured, just across the hut. “I’d much rather be stroking Sango’s delicate, pale skin,” he mused, forlorn at the missed opportunity.

“Keep your distance,” she replied fiercely, glaring daggers at him from across the hut. He understood her message loud and clear- the faint blush on her cheeks telling him more than her eyes ever could. She was so cute when she was flushed like that, and it enticed him even more to think she may feel like she can’t control herself at his touch.

[laurasimonsdaughter]

I just noticed a recurring motif among these Sicilian fairy tales that is so incredibly well-suited for fanfic:

A princess sees a handsome young man (usually a prince in disguise) making eyes at her in the marketplace and begs her father the king to make him a royal servant, because he is so beautiful.

The king complies, because he's too fond of her to say no, and makes the hero a stable boy or gardener.

The princess now suddenly spends much more time out riding or requesting flowers, and then tells her father that the new servant is far too good for outside work and must become a servant in the castle.

The king complies, but soon enough the princess requests that the new manservant is made her personal page. By now the king is getting very nervous, but he still can't say no to his daughter.

The princess and the page manage to keep up the charade a little longer before the princess goes to the king and outright demands to let her marry her favourite.

The king gives the hero three "impossible tasks" that are meant to kill him, but naturally he accomplishes them all through trickery or supernatural intervention and the clandestine lovers get their way.

The pining, the flirting, the sneaking around, the devotion— do you see my vision?