#goddamn you tumblr and your uselessness

[syrinq]

[vicsep7250]

Nintendo Direct.

[faintlyof]

Oh ew, I just noticed that the the -whole- bar that has a persons url in it in reblogs now takes you to their page. and also the whole thing highlights on hover.

was clicking/tapping the letters too difficult? like now im going to accidentally be opening randos blogs up constantly. which also, yeah, if im clicking on the persons blog from within the reblog, i want to see the POST on THEIR blog, im not here to fuck around and scroll back for 20 years trying to find it just because i need to cut someone out of the reblog chain before i send it to a friend???

and if i get to the post and then want to see their blog, easy. click home or whatever theyve called their main page or whatever

but like ive already accidentally opened like 5 different blogs and its been like 2 minutes,im tired

[borathae]

↳ Full Art

"You run in on Yoongi touching himself in the shower and he begs you to punish him because of it. Hard."

Pairing: Yoongi x n.Reader

Genre: established relationship!AU, Smut

Warnings: sub!Yoongi, masochist!Yoongi, rough Dom!Reader, he is naked and wet, CBT, cock slapping, safe ball busting with a knee, leaky cocks, dirty talk, degradation, he wants to be called dirty/bad slut, hair pulling, subby boy tears, drool, praise, handjob, overstimulation, multiple orgasms (m.receiving), Yoongi has a kink for being manhandled, male masturbation in shower, nipple sucking, cuddly aftercare, he's just a cute lil masochist who wants his balls busted and get hugs after <3

Wordcount: 2.5k

a/n: okay so, I'm trying trying the new format. istfg besties, Patreon is so stressful I might actually cry. idk how to do it so I'll like it 😭 okay so, my idea is that i'll post the story and a very cropped art preview (as seen on the header) here on Tumblr and if anyone wants to check out the full art to the story, they have to go to my Patreon. Engagement as far as stories is concerened is very bad on Patreon *glares* and I really miss yelling about the stories with you guys. So for my own peace of mind, i'll keep the stories on Tumblr and give all my true connoisseurs something extra spicy to thirst over on Patreon hehe <3 thank you for being patient with me. I promise to keep drawing and improving and to feed y'all thirsty hoes (affectionately) as much as I can 💜 also lmao those are long a/n fjajsdf have fun besties sorry it took a lil longer today, i tried to figure out how i wanna do sexy art of the month from now on fajdjfs

The bathroom is fogged up and smells heavily like Yoongi’s soap. Masculine, clean and expensive. You find yourself hazy because of it. What truly seals the state of you, however, is the view. Mirrors misted up, air milky from steam and right there in his expensive walk-in shower, Yoongi is having his throbbing cock in his tight fist. The water is turned off right now, but his body is still wet. His dark hair is slicked back, his silky skin is glistening and his head is tilted back in bliss as soft sighs slip past his pouty lips. 

You walked in on him touching himself. You really didn’t plan on doing so, but can’t seem to get yourself to leave. Or to stop staring for that matter.

He has a languid rhythm going. Slow, but clearly skilled. His long fingers are wrapped tightly around his veiny cock. His thumb is drawing circles on his flushed tip and pretty frenulum. He is sensitive there, likes it especially when someone is being gentle with it. His dark nipples are hard and the pale skin around them is flushed as if he had played with them moments before. Knowing Yoongi, he did. He is such a slut for nipple play. He is so fucking tender there. 

“Fuck”, Yoongi presses out breathily, gliding his left hand up his own torso as he fucks his cock slowly. 

He is tensing and relaxing his stomach, broadening his stance as his knees wobble. He furrows his brows, biting down on his lower lip as small mewls leave him repeatedly. His long fingers close around his own biceps, giving it a needy squeeze. Look at the marks he leaves, look at how he is tensing his muscles.

You find yourself gulping and taking heavy breaths at the view.

What made him so goddamn needy? 

One thing Yoongi rarely does, is to jerk off. He sees it as something useless because if he gets horny, he has you to take the burden off his shoulders. He also rarely gets horny without you in the first place, so there is that. So to have him so incredibly lost in masturbation is rare and therefore insanely addicting.

What made him so needy? Was it a memory? A fantasy? A picture or video? Was it nothing of that sorts and he merely touched his cock wrong as he cleaned himself? Did the water hit the right spot and trap him in the delicious sensation of its wet massage? 

What did it to him?

“___”, Yoongi moans loudly, leaking onto the floor.

Your stomach clenches. Holy fuck. You did it to him. You did. The thought of you, the memory of your touch and the image of you did it to him. You let out a small gasp at the realisation.

Yoongi startles at the sound and opens his eyes. He stops, tenses up. You freeze, holding your breath. The air between you and him is tense and electric. He blinks at you, mouthing your name quietly.

“I uhm”, you begin, clearing your throat loudly.

He drops his hand from his biceps, tightening his fingers around his cock. He can’t seem to leave his trance of shock. The only indicator that the view of you is turning him on, is his increasing breathing and how needily his long fingers still hold his cock.

“I uhm, sorry. I wasn’t staring, I mean, I was but I- sorry, I uhm, I’m gonna leave now”, you stutter and turn to leave.

“Help me.” 

You halt, wobbling slightly because he is making your knees buckle. You turn around, dancing your eyes over his body.

“Sorry?” 

“Help me. Please”, he begs and tugs at his cock weakly, biting down on his lower lip as he does. Look at the needy kitten eyes he is making at you. 

“Really?” you get out, feeling dizzy at the view. You want to ruin this man. You really do.

He nods his head, lowering his eyes at you. He is taunting you as much as he is begging you.

You do not bother to take off your clothes, he only has to nod his head twice and then you are already in the shower, eating him up with just your eyes. 

Yoongi cups your face and kisses you. He mewls needily as he does it, sucking on your lips and tongue more than he actually kisses you. It is so lazy, so slow and yet so intensely passionate. He is so lost in you, so entirely addicted to your taste that he is solely running on it. Whatever he fantasised about before really did it to him. You feel up his torso hungrily, moaning at the delicious taste of him.

He is shivering with each touch, chasing the feeling of you with wiggles of his hips which force his cock to grind against your clothed stomach. The fabric of your hoodie feels rough against his sensitive tip. He craves the silkiness of your skin like plants crave sunlight.

He breaks the kiss with a sigh of your name, resting his forehead against yours. 

“I was bad”, he breathes.

“You were?” you are kneading his waist, staring at his flushed face with hazy eyes.

“Yeah. Thought of you ‘til I got needy”, he rasps and mewls quietly, mouthing at the tip of your nose, “touched myself to you.”

“Fuck, Yoongi.”

“Punish me.” 

“Punish you?” 

“Please.”

You step back and pick up his cock so you could slap his tip. Gently for now, to test the waters. 

Yoongi moans loudly, squeezing your cheeks softly. His knees buckle slightly.

“Like this, mhm?” you ask, slapping him again. Soft. Careful. Get him used to it. Or needy for more. You are fine with both options as long as it ends in your boyfriend panting and needy.

He scrunches his face in pleasure, letting out a shaky “mh-hm” before he follows it up with a breathy, “don’t stop please.” 

“Fuck Yoongi, you’re driving me insane. You’re so hot.”

“I’m a bad slut”, he croaks.

“Yeah, the fucking worst. Bad slut, such a bad slut”, you growl, giving him harsh spanks. Now that you know he wants it, you are so happy to give it to him.

He takes each of your spanks with a blissed moan and a twitch of his cock. His pink tip got so much pinker ever since you started playing with him. His chest is flushed as well, looking so untouched.

You take his heavy cock between your fingers and pick up his favourite rhythm. Then you step closer to litter his chest with kisses. Wet and sloppy. You need to mark his skin as yours and taste him in the process.

Yoongi arches his back, dropping his head against the glass behind him. Your name slips past his lips, his hands grab your waist and squeeze. 

“You’re a bad slut, Yoongi love, but you’re such a pretty slut at that”, you rasp and take his left nipple between your teeth. You tug on it, making him moan. You suck on it, making him mewl. You lick it, making him sigh your name.

He is tender there. Just as you said.

And as you give him heaven with just your mouth, your hands are busy feeling him up. Your right hand fucks his cock like it deserves to be fucked, while your left hand feels up his waist and hips. He fits so perfectly between your fingers. It is like he is made to be touched by you and only you. His skin is so soft and warm, leaving behind wetness on your fingertips from the previous shower. His cock is twitching so cutely in your hold.

You lift your lips from his right nipple after worshiping it as well, tilting your head so you are looking at his pretty face. You cup his pink cheek.

“Look at me.”

Yoongi obeys, fluttering his lashes at you. He is breathing so heavily, gazing at you as if you were his fucking everything.

“You’re a pretty slut. You know that, don’t you?”

He nods his head, choking out a shy “yeah.”

“You do. Good. Don’t forget it, kitten”, you order and slow your hand around his tip. It sits between your fingers. You increase the pressure slightly and move your hand again. Just a little, just enough that he’s getting fucked so good.

Yoongi gasps, widening his eyes for just a second before rolling them back.

“No, no look at me.”

Yoongi obeys with a mewl of your name.

“That’s better. I wanna look at your pretty eyes.”

“I have to cum”, he moans.

“Cause you’re looking at me?”

He nods his head, leaking all over your palm, “can’t hold it…like…this.”

“God, you lovedrunk slut, you”, you tease, giving his favourite spot a good rub.

“Please”, he begs, “please, can I cum?”

“Mhhm, don’t know. Do you deserve it?”

“Please I, mghm, I’ll give you head later”, he bargains with the prettiest kitten eyes.

“Obviously, you’re gonna do that anyways. Do better, Yoongi slut”, you warn, slowing down dangerously.

“Please”, he begs louder and thrusts his hips into your fist. 

It earns him a harsh spank, “behave.”

“Fuck please. I-I’ll cockwarm you, promise I, I won’t move. Please.” 

“But Yoongi, where is the fun in that? I’ll do that anyways. You know that bad, dirty jerk off sluts get cockwarmed”, you coo as your skilled fingers torture his flushed tip. He is burning up, smearing his precum all over your digits. 

“I have to cum so bad”, he croaks and spills tears, “please can I cum? I’ll be so good please.” 

“Fine. You can cum”, you say calmly even if your hand is giving his cock such a good fuck. He didn’t convince you, you just simply have a better way to ruin him how he so clearly craves.

“___”, he moans and closes his eyes sensually. Moments later, his swollen cock releases all over your hand. His knees buckle, he finds support by grabbing your shoulders and arching his back. His moan is loud and drawn-out.

“Look at you”, you moan with him, speeding up your hand now that he is giving you such a good show, “good slut, cum for me. That’s my good slut.”

Yoongi is shaking and trembling in bliss, but soon begins shaking and trembling for other reasons. You aren’t slowing down. His balls are empty, his cock so overstimulated, but you aren’t slowing down. You jerk off his cock as if it has a debt to pay, giving him burning heaven in the process. 

He finally realises what he signed up for and that your sweet words were nothing but deception. He didn’t convince you. You aren’t done with him. One wasn’t enough. 

“Please, please, pl-please”, he begs, trying to flee you as much as chases you. 

“One more, kitten. Give me one more.” 

“I can’t. Oh god, I can’t”, he mewls and stumbles as he tries to flee.

You grab him and pin him against the glass harshly, knocking a weak gasp out of him. His knees buckle, his teary eyes gaze at you with all the devotion he can muster. He loves when you’re rough with him, when you show him that he is yours to manhandle.

“Give me more”, you growl, speeding up around his cock.

“No please”, Yoongi mewls and tries to wiggle away just so you can put him back in his place. He parts his legs, hoping that you take the silent hint.

You do. Of course you do. You lift your knee against his balls hard enough that it hurts. Yoongi folds into himself with a pained moan, grabbing your waist. He is already so fucking hard again, throbbing in your hand as if he never released before. 

“Stop fleeing me”, you growl and knee him again, twisting your hand around his burning tip at the same time. 

Yoongi sobs, burying his face in your shoulder. It hurts so much. He has never been so fucking high on pleasure before. It feels so good. Yoongi swears every second is the best second he ever experienced.

“Understood? You do not flee me”, you give his tender balls one last harsh nudge with your knee, then grab his hair to pull his head back. 

He coughs out a sob, spilling tears and drool all down his pretty face. He can barely even keep his eyes open, let alone stop them from crossing. 

He is so pretty. 

“What’s with that pretty face?” you challenge, pumping his overstimulated cock quickly as you grind your knee against his balls at the same time. 

“Yours”, he croaks.

“That’s right. Mine. My pretty slut.”

“You’re making me cum.” 

“See? I knew you could give me more. Don’t hold back, slut.”

“Knee. Please.” 

You knee him a fourth time. Yoongi wails up, folding into himself in both pain and pleasure before spilling all over your hoodie and his stomach. So his balls weren’t empty yet. Of course they weren’t. You are proving to him how much of a slut he actually is.

He melts into you, shaking on your knee as your name leaves him like his prayer of bliss.

“Good slut, give me everything. Such a good slut. That’s so much better, I knew one wasn’t enough. Your pretty balls are never empty after only one. That’s it. Good slut”, you talk him through it, holding him safely as your hand milks him dry.

Soon Yoongi slacks into you, grabbing your wrist to stop your movements.

“No more.”

You don’t listen just to tease him, giving his burning tip a tight massage. He trembles and writhes, squeezing your wrist.

“Stop.”

You are going to stop, but first you need to tease him just a little more. A few more squeezes and rubs, a little pump and tug.

“Please”, he begs breathily, wiggling his hips away from you.

“You’re so cute”, you coo and finally drop his ruined cock.

“Thank you”, he sighs and sinks into you, hugging you tightly as he recovers.

You hug him back, tracing his spine.

“How was that, mhm?” you ask him, speaking in a soft voice.

He nods his head slowly, humming. 

“Yeah? Was it good for you?” 

“Was perfect”, he lulls and purrs contently, “thank you. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Oh god, I need to lie down now”, he says and chuckles, “my balls are so fucking tender.”

“I can imagine. I kicked them really hard. Are you okay? Should I get something for the pain?”

He shakes his head, “you did it so right. Thank you so much.”

You smile, “that’s good to hear. You’re such a good boy.”

Yoongi nuzzles his nose against your neck and purrs softly, melting under your praise. You know exactly how to love him.

“I love you so much”, he mumbles.

“I love you too.”

“I actually wanna lie down though.”

You chuckle, “okay, okay let’s get you cleaned up and cozy. You’re gonna get back scratches in bed”, you say as you lead him to the shower head.

“And ear rubs.”

“And ear rubs. As my prince wishes”, you say and turn on the water to wash away the mess he left. Yes, you will change into different clothes, “how’s the temperature, love?”

“Good. Nice.”

“Yeah? Is it good how I’m touching you?” you ask as you clean his cock and balls with gentle fingers.

He nods his head, “hm.”

“Good. God, Yoongi love, you’re so handsome.” 

Yoongi blushes, lowering his eyes shyly. Yeah, you definitely know how to love him.

[lipglossanon]

Identification

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Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk

inspired by a post here on tumblr

Not proofread

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Your nails scratch a hot trail down Leon’s back as he pumps his cock into your pussy. His dog tags jingle with every thrust as his hips snap forward, bullying his way into your soaked hole. 

“Leon,” you mewl, tongue feeling fat and useless in your mouth. 

“Shh, I got you honey,” he murmurs down at you, raising up from boxing you underneath him. 

He sits back on his haunches, dick pistoning into your squelching cunt agin and again making your fingers twist and claw at the sheets. Your eyes draw back toward the dull metal gleaming on his sweaty chest, walls tightening around his dick. 

He chuckles down at you, grabbing your ankles to press them on his shoulders. 

“Like it?” he kisses your ankle bone, feather light.

“Uh huh,” you moan, “looks hot.”

You found Leon’s old dog tags stuffed in  a random drawer earlier. Shyly, you asked if he could put them on and before you know it one thing led to another and now you’re getting your guts rearranged while he wears them. 

He leans forward a little making your hips arch off the bed, allowing his dick to fuck into you deeper. 

“Perfect fucking pussy,” he groans, eyes drifting from your face down to your jiggling breasts, “‘n you’re so goddamn pretty.”

“Leon, please,” one of your hands moves up and snags around the tags, yanking him toward you. 

“Fuck,” he growls out, eyes dark as he lets your legs fall to his waist as you tug him close. 

“Like leading me around, baby?” his lips ghost across your panting mouth, “like thinking you’re in charge?”

“Oh god,” you whimper before Leon licks into your mouth, all sloppy and heated. 

Your fingers stay tangled in the chain around his neck as he humps into your pussy. Feeling his fingers rub across your clit, you buck upwards into the feeling with a broken moan. 

“My good girl gonna cum all over my cock?” he asks in between messy spit filled kisses, “gonna squeeze me nice and tight so I can cream your needy cunt?”

“Please, please, Leon, wanna cum so bad,” you whine, tugging the dog tags to pull his mouth back down on yours. 

He chuckles in your kiss and circles his fingers over your clit more firmly making your eyes roll back in pleasure. A low keening moan builds in your chest until it’s spilling out between your mouths. 

“Good girl,” Leon drops a kiss to your heated cheek, “c’mon, soak my cock.”

He pinches the top of your clit as his cock knocks against the spongy spot in your cunt, making your legs lock up around his waist as you cum hard around his throbbing cock. Hands going behind you to grip the pillow, you grind your head back and moan. 

“Fuck me, so fucking sexy,” he grunts, pulling back so he can thrust harder and faster into your clenching hole. 

Your eyes blearily take in his heaving chest, dog tags bouncing and jingling between his pecs as he rails you into the mattress. He buries his dick balls deep into your pussy and stills as ropes of hot sticky cum spurt from his fat tip. 

“Baby,” he groans softly as your soft walls flutter and milk his cock until he’s spent. 

He pulls out with a sigh, watching his cum ooze from your swollen pussy. 

Leaning forward, you notice the cool metal of the dog tags dragging against your sternum as he kisses you sweetly. You let your fingers grasp the tags again and pull him back in for another kiss. 

“Maybe I’ll start wearing them again,” he laughs, kissing your cheek as he flops down on the bed next to you. 

[invvuu]

sending… — park jay

angst ; gn!reader ; 400 words ; profanity, insecurities

jay sends you a voice message after an argument.

bf <333 has sent a voice message 10:29 PM

Hey Y/N, I know you probably don’t want to talk to me right now especially since we… fought earlier.

[ pauses shortly ]

I wanted to record you this message because I felt like things would become worse if I told you these things face to face. If that were to happen I don’t think I’ll be able to look at you without feeling ashamed; knowing I hurt your feelings.

I shouldn’t have yelled at you… I shouldn’t have told you those things. I shouldn’t have called you those rude insults. As someone who has loved you for God knows how long now, You mean the whole word to me. Ever since I first met you you made me happy and when I fell in love with you, you erased every single insecurity I felt about myself and replaced it with the love I needed most. You’re the main reason why I’m motivated to live on with my responsibilities.

[ heavily sighs ]

I love you so fucking much I don’t think I’ll be able to function without you.

[ chuckles slightly ]

That seems pretty stupid of me, huh. I become so goddamn useless when you’re not by my side. I don’t even deserve you in the first place, you’d probably be having a much more fun life with your family and friends if you have never met me. If I keep hurting you like this it just proves that I’m no less than a problem to your feelings. Whenever I see you sad or angry, I can’t help but think I’m the reason for it. I feel guilty whenever you’re struggling and I’m not by your side.

When I was struggling with my own problems you were always there to comfort me with a smile on your face. Just seeing you smile already gives me strength to keep moving forward but it makes me remember how I barely reciprocated the same comfort to you.

[ takes a sharp breath, indicating the break in his voice ]

I’m sorry… I’m so sorry for not being there for you. You can yell, shout, and even hit me — I won’t complain and I’m willing to take it as punishment.

I’m not asking for your forgiveness and… if you want to break up with me I completely understand but just know one thing before I go

I love you.

© invvuu do not copy, translate, nor plagiarize any of my content on various platforms (wattpad, youtube, twitter, tumblr, etc.)

[wilwheaton]

stay awhile, and listen.

So I created some stuff and posted it to my account.

And someone reblogged that post.

And in their reblog, they accused me of stealing the thing I made, because I didn’t credit the original poster.

Motherfucker, I AM THE ORIGINAL POSTER. Remind me who the fuck you are, again?

My brothers and sisters in Christ. I’ve been on this hellsite longer than you’ve been able to stand up on your own. I’ve survived so many porn purges, I can’t even remember them all. You think you complain about mobile? Get in line, you sweet, summer child. I was here when boost only was a drink for old people who didn’t like ensure, blaze didn’t exist, and nickles had pictures of bumblebees on them. I’m on my second fork of Xkit, and my Tumblr Savior list has more entries on it than your entire blog. I was shitposting before you were shitting in your diapers. You’re goddamn right I post screenshots because I’ve been here long enough to know how useless the search function is, and frankly I don’t give a flying fuck what you think about that.

So don’t come at me with your personal Tumblr rules and demand I follow them. Respect your elders, you goddamn zygotes.

Thank you for your kind attention. Please sign the guestbook on your way  out.

[kabii-kins]

I'm going to be honest. I'm genuinely baffled-- like unphathomably IN AWE on the self-destructive thought process of spending BILLIONS OF DOLLARS TO ACQUIRE A SOCIAL MEDIA PLATFORM only to just FUCK IT straight into the goddamn ground.

Firing everyone who once worked for the company before they had a chance to work for you. Considering turning the platform into fucking REDDIT when Reddit is a forum based social media while Twitter is more or less a microblogging platform. Invalidating the legitimacy of verification and as a result, MADE IT PAY TO FUCKING WIN AS A RESULT. Which became the biggest fucking joke on the internet-- by the way. Making Blocking and Muting other people functionally useless and Circles almost dead on arrival.

That's merely the surface of the shit he's done and it hasn't been a fucking year since he bought the damn platform. He lost money because of this acquisition without knowing shit about the professionals who ran the fucking company and "desperation" is written in his attempts on at least TRYING to break even.

You have to walk on fucking eggshells when mentioning him or anything against his ideals or his "vision" for the platform. And if you aren't tying your hair back and sucking him off, you're not even worthy of being listened to. Let alone have a platform to stand on.

Which begs the question-- what the fuck is even the POINT of getting Twitter if you're gonna make it but a broken shell of what it once was? To own the libs? To dunk on those sensitive snowflakes? Because the only fucking person who's a goddamn snowflake is the cuRRENT FUCKING CEO OF TWITTER.COM.

Before he became CEO Twitter had solidified its spot as an essential social media platform. The place where people go to learn things first. It was the quickest and easiest of ways to keep your audience updated and engaged. News broke there much more effectively and in a far more broader sense.

It was a tool.

A hub of information and socialization. And it although it was also a toxic cesspool, and still is, it was still a viable platform for anyone to be on. Even the people who don't deserve a platform and are generally really shitty people.

Never before have I seen such a hard fucking decline of a platform in my life. And I was here for the Tumblr Porn ban. I was there for when Deviantart sold itself out.

Cut your fucking losses, Musk. It isn't fucking working.

[nightskyslayer2]

Aegon getting turned on by his badass older!sister!reader defending him at their secret night out in the tavern

Aegon x older!sister!reader SMUT

i can't put any warnings or my whole collage picture or else this post will get blocked and hidden again, but you're about to read smut with some additionally twists and if bullying and physical vi0oopleasenotlence and gore does smth to you just keep scrolling :) lmao tumblr is making me mad fr

If u wanna see and read the whole thing make sure you enable your community labels mwah

“What was that?” y/n turned on her heel and stared at the man who just called her younger brother incompetent and useless as heir of the iron throne. “Please sir, repeat for me.” She dared him as she now placed one of her leather boots onto the bench the old man was casually sitting on. He looked up at the young white haired princess, slightly intimidated by her bold actions. “Go on. I asked you to repeat yourself- didn’t I?” She hovered over his face now, dagger in her left hand, right above his throat.

The crowded once joyful place to drink and dance was now dead silent and all eyes were carefully watching the eldest targaryen child. The man who offended her brother shivered in fear as he was pleading for mercy with his eyes. Y/n couldn’t help but chuckle at the pathetic behaviour of his. “Look at this miserable man.” the white haired woman said to the silent folk around her. “Shall I cut his venomous tongue out?” She rhetorically asked and laughed out loud before getting even closer to the sweaty face of her younger brothers traitor. “Perhaps this will prevent you from telling lies and talking bullshit about your future king.” She twirled the dagger between her long fingers as she grinned down at the frightened man.

Aegon was standing a few steps away from them, a mug of beer in his hand, watching his sister highly amused while smirking at the scene in front of him.

Oh how he loved his feisty sister.

“May this be a warning to all of you.” Her fury lilac eyes found the scared ones beneath her again. “Especially to you.” Y/n whispered as she abruptly rammed the dagger into the traitors stomach. She knew exactly were she was aiming at, not killing the man but definitely hurting him and teaching him a lesson. She then pulled the dagger out of him again and casually cleaned it on her sleeve as if she did things like this on a daily basis.

Her death stare towards the people in shock were giving everyone around her chills as they abruptly began to continue their previous actions and pretend nothing had happened.

The man she just harmed whined in pain as he quickly got up and ran out of the tavern in fear. Y/n just giggled in despise and shook her head amusingly.

What a pathetic ignorant man.

She then turned to her brother again, her face instantly softening when she saw the beautiful sight of him in front of her. Aegons head was resting against the wall, head slightly thrown back and a few white wavy strands of hair were sticking to his glowing face. He grinned at his sister, white teeth beaming at her in adoration and cockiness. Y/ns dominant behaviour got him all worked up and aroused and he didn’t even try to hide it.

Aegon simply couldn’t help it, as soon as y/n started to defend him, his pants were getting tighter and tighter. The princess of course knew of this, which made her grin at her brother even more. She slyly smirked at the tent in his trousers as she grabbed the beer out of Aegons hand and took a big sip of the bittersweet beverage. She then placed the empty mug onto the nearest surface and leaned against the wall next to him. Aegons head turned towards her as he bit his lip, shamelessly looking at his sisters cleavage. “Goddamn y/n, you’re so brutal.” Y/n scoffed, laughing under her breath because of his wild choice of a comment. She blew some sticky hair out of her face and turned her head towards Aegon too. The close siblings now facing each other but Aegons eyes regardless remained on his sisters breasts without any shame.

He thought of the time, not too long ago, when some houses refused to bend the knee to him and y/n just casually walked up to them and sliced lady Fells and lord Merryweathers throat in front of the whole red keep to witness.

After this, many had said she might be Daemons offspring due to her ruthlessness and their similarities but it soon came to conclusion that every of queen Alicent and king Viserys children had their complications carried with them. And honestly they probably would’ve had those two hung or killed anyways but everyone was in pure shock and fear because of y/ns rage for days. Well, to be fair, her two brothers were occasionally the only ones who thought of her actions to be funny and well played.

But oh god did Aegon fuck his sister well that night. He didn’t even want her to rinse off the blood. He fucked her so deep into the mattress, covered in all that gore of those goddamn traitors, showing her how proud and grateful he is to have her as a sister all night long. The gods forbid but he wanted to breed her so badly, constantly imagining her with his child and it growing to be as bold and frenzy just like her.

Or the other time, when their brother Aemond started a fight at the family dinner and Y/n and him helped defending their younger brother. Aegon had slammed Lucerys head onto the dining table as Y/n and Aemond pushed Jacaerys around. No blood had been drawn that night but the anger and rage that had built up inside of them led to incredible sex and and unforgettable night. Y/n had sucked her brother off as soon as they left the great hall. Aegon was basically face fucking his sister until she cried and whined way too loud for them to be safe in the hallways of the castle any longer.

Aegon chuckled and moaned at the sweet memories of theirs, almost finishing in his pants because of it. “I want to rip that fucking corset off of you” he mumbled lowly but loud enough for her to hear while slowly taking the eyes off of his sisters cleavage. His darkened lilac orbs now slowly wandering towards her own, both gazes meeting each other with lust and hunger. “I wish I could fuck you right here…” he took his time to carefully warp his hand around her throat as he looked around the crowded room. “right in front of everybody…” he added and, oh boy, just the thought of it made him almost lose it completely again. He lightly moaned at his own filthy words and thoughts, his lips now inches apart from his sisters. In response to that Y/ns lips slightly parted, trying to stop herself from gasping out loud when she felt Aegons cold fingers creeping up her bare thigh. He moved his head a bit to the left, looking over her shoulder and making sure no one was watching them too closely. But just like he expected, most of the people in the tavern didn’t even care to look at them, it was too full, too loud and too joyful for anyone to stop their doings and notice the siblings actions. The people here always way too occupied with their own business, either drinking, playing, dancing or making out themselves.

So Aegon smiled into the crook of her neck, his hot breath tingling on y/ns skin as his fingers now traveled higher, almost reaching where she needed him the most. Aegon hummed into her ear, slowly kissing a spot right behind it, absolutely loving the power he had over his sister whilst teasing her in need. Y/n closed her eyes in bliss, her head falling back as much as her brother allowed her to. “Aegon…” his name left her lips in a plead as her hand started to palm his clothed and painfully hard cock. Both of their breathing got immensely faster and irregular as they teased each other in the corner of the dimmed room of the tavern. The air around them got so thick and hot, both of them were sucking and moaning into each other’s neck while desperately grinding on each other in need of release. Aegon whined into his sisters neck as her hand slipped into his trousers, finally touching him and getting him off properly. Aegon was so close now, his eyes were starting to tear up and he captured his sisters lips with his own and his fingers played with her cunt. The fact that her brother was still adding pressure onto her throat didn’t help the princess to stay calm and conscious but she loved it.

Oh how they both absolutely loved everything about it and about each other.

[heraldofcrow]

Remember that one Tumblr thread where one person writes a huge rant about how much they hate Olaf the Snowman that gets progressively more insane and as if wasn't cursed enough someone responded with "I'd have less problem with this post if Olaf wasn't queer-coded"? Imagine this exchange but it's Ciaran writing ungodly long hateful rant about Smough an Gwyndolin's only reaction is "I'd have less problem with this post if Smough wasn't queer etc" idk

Ciaran: God I fucking hate Smough the Executioner so fucking much holy shit. Holy shit, every room he's in, every painting, every hallway, every execution ceremony, he's got this painfully vacant, stupid as shit, fuckass look on his stupid tiny face. Absolutely no part of his ugly as sin piece of shit armor design is endearing. His stupid fucking hammer? Who the hell uses a hammer for executions. His dumb flaily fucking disproportionate arms? His shitty, tiny bastard head? The three thousand percent unnecessary dumbass shitass fucking FAKE ARMOR BREASTS that no knight has EVER FUCKING HAD IN tHE HISTORY OF GWYN'S GREEN FUCKING EARTH? God, I hate him. I hate him so much. So FUCKING much. Every time I see a marble-carved statue Smough or a Smough painting or a shitty goddamn stained-glass portrait, it ignites my primal rage response and I'm overcome by the need to punt this shitty little homunculus into the fucking sun. "Bhurr blur, I'm Smough the fuckshit executioner fucker, I like eating people’s bones". Fuck you. Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you. You look like the Covetous Demon summoned a patronus. Your dumb fucking double-faced armor makes your whole shitty head look like a bulging skin tag. I hate your dumb fucking muffled perv laugh and your stupid, empty googly eyes and your over-the-top goofy ass jealous brown-nosing cannibal personality. Any time he's sad it invokes all the wrath and fury of a spoiled child having a meltdown over an Estus bar in a H*llowmart checkout line. And I know its irrational. That's the worst part. I know he's just a shitty fucking executioner in a stupid fucking different part of the castle, I know it doesn't matter, I know I shouldn't care. But that's part of the problem. The part where no matter the might and fury of my hatred, the locus of my homicidal intent is alltogether inconsequential. I find myself laying awake in the dark in the early hours of the morning consumed by the spirit of Chaos itself, all the force and might of a flaming hurricane directed at a bottle of piss in a ditch by the roadway. The absurdity of it all burns me to my core. What better things could this energy be directed towards? And yet my disdain for this stupid, useless, insubstantial failure of endearing armor design utterly eclipses the intrigue of all other pursuits. I hate him. I hate him on a level of my mind reserved for the worst of the world's array of sinners, and I can't even begin to justify it. Shitstick the Smough dick is, for all intents and purposes, the animated corpse of all of humanity's saccharine pretenses- every condescending, passive-aggressive statement of meaningless upper middle class Lordranian drama distilled into a single, hateable form. The fucking. Fuck. I have no words. There is no curse or epithet in any language that can encapsulate the height of the emotions I am experiencing. God, I hate him so much. I hate him so, so fucking much. I want to light his ugly little dumpster body on fire. I want to graphically beat him to death with his own stupid fucking hammer. I want to punch him to death. You know that weird feeling you get, when you see a picture of something so cute you find yourself overcome with the bizarre, inexplicable urge to squeeze it? It's EXACTLY like that, except instead of cuteness it's disgust. The wordless knowledge that his existence as a king’s executioner is evidence of all the failures of godkind. I find myself possessed by the will of a Holy Lord’s Blade gone rogue with the belief that Gwyn has made a mistake, and I alone must correct it. This is the trial by which Seath himself fell from grace. This wild, meaningless rage. A thousand blades of shining steel cast with inhuman force in the direction of a burlap travel sack floating on a breeze. What horrors must I have committed in a past life to be plagued by this torment now? I must Unmake this fake ass executioner.

Ornstein: holy shit you’re not wrong

Gwyndolin: I'd feel better about this whole rant if Smough weren't possibly queer. It might be largely the voice – the laugh, the inflection especially – but he's got massive "Ornstein’s gay sidekick" vibes. And if you're actively critiquing that? Sure, great, go all out. Hate whom you will. Say whatever you want about how "gay" is equated with "Ornstein’s silly sidekick used for hammer comedy, with no serious bearing on anything, literally human and treated by Serious God Co-workers as... well,a sidekick, peripheral to your life and safe to ignore.

But if you're not engaging critically with that aspect of Smough and are just overwhelmed with hatred whenever you see or hear or think about the possibly queer executioner and his mannerisms make you feel violent, that is a little bit. Uncomfortable. At best.

Ciaran: what on Gwyn’s green earth are you talking about

Artorias: See sometimes I wonder why I still haven’t left to battle the Abyss yet, and then conversations like this come along. Amazing. 

Gough:

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[tamatama-kilo]

ok tma spoilers for like a lot of it but istg i need to rant to SOMEONE i need validation

ok so in s4 safe house fics or just jmart fics in general around like s3-5 why the actual hell is jon not as clingy like i get he's worried about being weird (along with literally 7000 other mental and physical and emotional and psychological issues) but this man has literally no connections period. sure, he technically has georgie, but FUCK does she not make him feel literally any better because of saying shit like "just stop doing this and it'll help" GEORGIE. I UNDERSTAND YOU CANNOT COMPREHEND BIG EYE IN SKY. BUT FUCK YOU. anyways jon has no one. not a single goddamn person who gives a shit about him.

well, except martin.

even when he was his ACTUAL SHITTIEST EVER, martin still somehow fuckin managed to make tea for this sopping wet cat of a man and care about him and be concerned even with the "i need to be good enough for him" bullshit which i could go on a whole other rant about THAT but i can do that later but it might be because of what i mentioned earlier, being scared of being vulnerable, being judged, stuff like that, but if i were jon? you bet your sorry ass i would be attempting worship that motherfucker

obviously i'm probably missing a bunch of details but i have so many thoughts happening in my head

CONTINUING ON FROM THIS so i mentioned how martin has this whole "i need to be good enough for him" mentality yeah right so i'm gonna talk about that because i love him and i need to FIX HIM

so we all know his mother is an absolute bitch and she deserves to get her skin flayed in front of her but essentially: she neglected him, held enormously high standards for a child she didn't even really care for, got sick and needed martin to drop out of school at FUCKING 15 and get 2 jobs to take care of her and she could not must up a single FUCKING thank you. and the whole thing with having no present father and all that but im not talkin about that right now

so when martin got moved to the archives he had someone new to impress, someone to get validation from, etc etc and because jonathan sims is the World's Shittiest Boss talks shit about martin ALL the time, is just a menace to him, and is super fucking mean to him calling him useless and dumb and i want to actually murder s1 jon how DARE you talk about my BOY LIKE THA-

anyways because jon is a similar-ISH person to please for his mom, martin has that constant sense of "how can i prove this" "how can i be better for him" "how can i be good enough" because he was so goddamn desperate for literally any validation from anyone and god that hurts me

i have so many thoughts

they all came from an old archived tumblr post basically analyzing jons past trauma up to the kidnapping in s3 and about the trauma from that and shortly afterwards and oh my god i genuinely think you cannot get someone more traumatized than that i mean jonny how the fuck

[tothepointofinsanity]

the new pmmm movie trailer has brought back my Brainrot for the show so ive been re-exploring the pmmm corner of tumblr and

oh my god???? oh my fucking god???? oh holy shit???? oh my goodness gracious your art is so pretty??????? hello???????????

the way you draw sayaka is just fhfhfhfhhfhfhfhfhfhfhfhfhfhfhfhhfhf. yk? the english language does not have the words to articulate how much i love you art and the style of your art. i am going insane. i am losing my mind. every piece you've made featuring sayaka just captures her essence so well and it makes me feral.

sayaka's not my main favorite of the show (sorry sayaka, you rock but kyoko is just too cool with her Christian Guilt) she's a very close second and it makes me so happy to see an artist who just understands her character so well. she's a foolish girl blind to her own fate, desperate to do something special and be someone worthwhile but she's ultimately just a footnote in the grand plan of the universe, she wants to be just and righteous and kind so badly but she's too wrapped up in her own despair to truly be selfless, she can be selfish and callous but that's just because she's human, a human who realized her existence is ultimately an exercise in futility and that fact burns and it hurts so she does whatever she can to make the pain go away but it never does because she's just A Normal, Flawed Girl and that hurts so goddamn much-

i have so many Thoughts about sayaka. she makes me insane on a daily basis and your art just feels like it captures all the screeching in my brain and puts it in the form of some beautiful images. they're so great. you're doing great.

Ah, thank you for the kind words [♡] I appreciate the time you had taken out to write and send this long scroll of a compliment.

I have been told by others that the way I depict Sayaka is "so real" and that it captures her essence most of the time, even though I am not sure what particular elements about her that people in the audience like unless specified. I suppose, personally, whenever I am drawing her, I have to enter her shoes of not just "the frustration of a lovesick teenage girl", "my perceived sense of justice was flawed", but also to accept that resignation is a highlight of her character. A young girl who believes she is unloved despite her desire to do everything Right. A mermaid who cannot swim - futility and uselessness contribute to why Sayaka is a realistic and compelling person to a lot of people watching the show. Whenever I draw her, my brain paints a sketch of her sadness before anything else. The despair of "no matter what I do, this is the outcome" is true to the canon of Sayaka turning into a Witch in every timeline she tries to accomplish this Goodness by being a magical girl, reflecting the reality at large the helplessness girls in general experience on a daily basis.

It is why I find people who hate Sayaka to be...strange, since their prescribed reasons for dislike are mainly how "foolish" her wish and outlook in life was, and how she became irritating to those around her as though Sayaka isn't literally a paragon of not just deteriorating mental health, but to me, people with personality disorders as well, given that there is always a "sense" that the inevitable ending involves everyone actively avoiding you and you will eventually just...fade away into non-existence; a bad memory that no one wants to speak about. It makes me sad. Sayaka is sick, and everyone can smell the rot of magic off her.

Everytime I draw her, I want to capture, perhaps, this exact feeling of resigning to this disease. I don't want to always make the drawings beautiful since her struggles are ugly and difficult and tiresome, and shouldn't be trivialised as a result. She's always trying her best to regain control of her own life, thus being so unmatched in terms of how relatable she is to a lot of people.

I am glad that someone appreciates my works, even if they aren't always consistently quality. •́ ‿ ,•̀

[nokingsonlyfooles]

On Meltdowns!

Well, I'm having mental and physical issues and may be getting sick. It's hard to tell a cold from allergies with me, I gotta give it a couple days. I want to put up more story. I mean, I have it. Illustrated or not, I have it. I'm just not positive I'll have the ability to keep putting it up and promoting it. We'll see if I get stuffy or runny by Friday, I guess.

But, uh, wow, looks like Tumblr's melting down too, huh? In realtime. Like, I'm not entirely positive any of this stuff'll still be here when I'm back with more story. Yeah. And this is the entirety of my social media empire. (I am terrible at social, it takes a lot outta me.) 46 followers whomst I might beg to read the thing. If I got all of you, that'd be huge for me. Like, even one or two would be huge for me. But that may evaporate because someone couldn't keep their transphobia under their hat even when it might bankrupt their company.

My goddamn site comments don't even work anymore - so I outsourced them to Tumblr. I thought they were more stable than WordPress! Everything's falling apart! I'm very bad at Discord! I ordered some non-prescription mushrooms to see if I can unfuck my brain a little without involving my useless doctor, but I don't think they're gonna make me better at Discord. If this place goes under, I don't have another plan right now.

Uh, I guess, if you ever wanna read the thing, bookmark the thing. If I hafta pay for a working comment plugin, I guess I will? I don't know if there is one that works and will stay working, but... Frig. I'm not in good shape to solve problems. I have a Ko-Fi! I'm not begging for money yet, but that's a place where you can talk to me, if you're reading and you like the part where I'm so small that I have time to talk to you. There will be more story eventually! I mean, pretty sure I can't stop writing it, so I might as well put it up somewhere. You may not be able to find the damn thing when you want it, but I'll keep putting it up somewhere. I got the site and a couple blogs here, for now! Wish me luck! Good luck to you too, all you folks who depend on this hellsite to get people to look at your things.

[you-hate-time-travel]

tell me about hb i know he’s yuor fav :3

HELLO HI

this ask (like every other ask) is much appreciated!!! hi!!!

Anyways. GET READY FOR SOME ENTIRELY USELESS PICTURES/DIALOGUE OF THE HBs! There's. Not much to say about him/them. Sorry lol (some text italicized and/or coloured!)

Here's some Brutes i screenshotted from [S] WV?: Rise up! They're nothing special, other than that theyre some of the few glimpses we get of the non-Boxcars HBs. World's only Brute fan signing up for duty. Also check out those fuckin' chompers! Jeez!!!

Alas, poor Brute! I knew him, Droll.

Here's some dialogue that gives us a pretty nice picture of how he interacts with people.

(page 1254)

(boxcars' dialogue highlighted in red.)

You tell Slick to get his scrawny ass to the vault. It's goddamn bedlam down here. You tell him you asked Deuce for backup but surprise surprise he's nowhere to be found. Big surprise, you tell him. You tell him that was sarcasm. He says he knows.

This single interaction is so great. The man tries and fails to make a joke. Very fun

How about some... More dialogue! Yay! This one's a fair bit more serious. And what people think of him!

(page 4599)

(tumblr's colours are a bit lacking. Dignitary in orange, Jack in purple. Halloween season is approaching, after all.)

He says one of the brats staged a little rebellion on the moon. Stuck the Brute's head on a pike for all to see. Real black eye for the kingdom and the Condesce. Press is going nuts with it. Wait. The Brute's dead, you say? He says yes. Dammit. He was one of your best agents. You never really cared for the guy but you admired his brutality. We all did sir, he says. This is getting personal you say. What's the status on these little shits. Where are they now?

... Et cetera. This really does sound like neither of them give too much of a shit about him as a person. It's... a little funny, to me. Once again, Love these assholes! They kinda hate eachothers guts! ...Also, apparently, Brute was a really good agent. The brutes we met had a bit of a tendency to get fucked up by kids, fathers and mailwomen, though.

Pictured: Kids and fathers. You already saw the mailwomen.

And, for the final, most important little... Trivia/image/whatever thing...

(page 1265)

Here's him with a minigun.

I'm not much of a word wizard, but i do hope this was at least a little educating/entertaining. Edutaining. I spent way too much time on this. Bye!

[rjalker]

I forgot tumblr makes everything into that useless file type so here you go download the audio of Sylvia Rivera's speech from the web archive: "https://archive.org/details/sylvia-rivera-yall-better-quiet-down-1978"

Transcript below

= = =

"Y'all better quiet down.

I’ve been trying to get up here all day for your gay brothers and your gay sisters in jail that write me every motherfucking week and ask for your help, and you all don’t do a goddamn thing for them.

Have you ever been beaten up and raped in jail?

Now think about it.

They’ve been beaten up and raped after they’ve had to spend much of their money in jail to get their self home and to try to get their sex changes.

The women have tried to fight for their sex changes or to become women of the Women’s Liberation and they write STAR, not to the women’s groups, they do not write to men, they write STAR because we’re trying to do something for them.

I have been to jail. I have been raped, and beaten. Many times. By men, heterosexual men that do not belong in the homosexual shelter.

But, do you do anything for me? No. You tell me to go and hide my tail between my legs.

I will not put up with this shit.

I have been beaten.

I have had my nose broken.

I have been thrown in jail. I have lost my job.

I have lost my apartment for gay liberation and you all treat me this way? What the fuck’s wrong with you all?

Think about that!

I do not believe in a revolution, but you all do. I believe in the Gay Power. I believe in us getting our rights, or else I would not be out there fighting for our rights.

That’s all I wanted to say to you people.

If you all want to know about the people in jail – and do not forget Bambi L’Amour, Andorra Marks, Kenny Messner, and other gay people in jail – come and see the people at STAR House on Twelfth Street on 640 East Twelfth Street between B and C, apartment 14.

The people are trying to do something for all of us, and not men and women that belong to a white, middle-class white club. And that’s what you all belong to!

Revolution now! Gimme a ‘G’! Gimme an ‘A’! Gimme a ‘Y’! Gimme a ‘P’! Gimme an ‘O’! Gimme a ‘W’! Gimme an ‘E! Gimme an ‘R’! Gay power. Louder! Gay Power!”

[ijuststareatstuffhereok89]

Hi! I really like your writing but don't usually go on tumblr anymore so i've just been lurking. I like your oneshots especially. You're good at spelling out fantasies for readers and its really awesome how well you do it. You're also good at characters.

Just wanted to know a little more about you! Like an author's biography?

Also, mind doing a drabble request? Reader gets injured and Loki is the one to help them get comfortable? Please make Reader GN because I am! Thanks! :D

“Nurse Loki”

Summary: After being injured in a fight, Loki takes it upon himself to see to your comfort. 

Pairing: Loki x GN!Reader (bedside comfort)

Content Warning: mentions of injury

Word Count: 1.5k

“Ugh, when do the drugs kick in?” you moaned softly as you struggled to re-position yourself in the pitiful pallet in the infirmary where the crew had dumped you after nearly losing your leg in a scrap against a small team of rogue terrorists. 

Loki fought back the urge to chuckle. Now wasn’t the time for laughing, as you were in real pain. 

“I imagine any time now,” he replied. 

You grunted and leaned back against the pillow, giving up your attempt to make yourself comfortable (it was useless on this awful ‘bed’ anyways). “They really won’t let me have morphine? My leg’s literally crushed.”

“Only in four places,” Loki said. You glared at him with disdain. “Oh, is that not a low number for bone fractures?”

“Not in the goddamn femur,” you replied. 

Bruce Banner and the complex doctor, a short woman named Dr. Ng, made their way over. Dr. Ng smiled in a way that reminded you of how a pediatrician would try and distract a child before shoving a 6-inch needle into their arm. It unnerved you a little. 

“Y/N,” said the doctor. “We can move you up to your room tomorrow, but I'd rather keep you on observation here tonight, just in case any arteries were severed by the fractures that we didn't see.”

You moaned in displeasure. “You have GOT to be kidding me. I’m two floors above here. What’s the difference?”

Dr. Ng looked down at her clipboard. “You broke your femur in four places. That takes a lot of force. I’d rather make sure no other damage has happened before moving you.”

You wanted to cry…or to leap out of bed and strangle the good doctor. “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck! This place SUCKS!”

Loki sighed empathetically and took your hand in his, surprising you. You’d been flirty with Loki in the past, but he was never this genuinely affectionate, no ulterior motives of a sexual nature in his actions. 

“It’ll only be for one night,” assured Bruce, smiling reassuringly (although it wasn’t helping). “First thing tomorrow, we’ll do one more x-ray and send you upstairs to rest.”

You looked down at your propped leg, bound in layers and layers of rough plaster, making your skin irritate in addition to your muscles and bones throbbing. “Fuck this, but hey, where am I going?”

“I’ll stay as well,” Loki chimed in. 

“R…really?” you asked. 

Loki looked up at Dr. Ng. “I’m certain you have a lot to do, Banner. And Dr. Ng has a family they need to go home to, I assume. I can keep vigil in case something changes.”

“Um, okay,” said Bruce, caught off-guard by the almost fatherly energy Loki was radiating in the moment. It was odd for the God of Mischief to be so concerned with a Midgardian mortal. 

“I’ll be on call in case an emergency arises. And try to rest a little,” said the doctor, turning to leave with Bruce. 

Not damn likely,  you thought. 

“Good night, doctor,” Loki said dismissively. After they left you alone, Loki wheeled a chair up to the bed beside you and took your hand again. “Is there anything you need?”

“Some harder drugs would be nice,” you replied, making him laugh. 

“I hear some of those kinds of medications can come with some less-than-savory side effects,” Loki suggested. “I’d rather not see you become reliant on them.”

“Why so protective of me all of a sudden?” you asked. “They have staff here who can fetch water and shit like that, you know.”

Loki shook his head. “No, I’d rather be the one to oversee your recovery. I don't like seeing you in pain, and you being so injured worries me.”

“I’m not a baby,” you protested. “And I’ve had worse than this. I once had a concussion so bad I lost my memories of the prior twenty-four hours and it took a week to get them back!” 

Loki chuckled and ran a hand down your cheek. “I think you misunderstand my intentions.”

You felt the heat rise in your face at Loki’s tender touch. “Then, what are they?”

“Obviously, your health and comfort mean much to me,” he explained. “But I’m afraid our little casual trysts are beginning to lead my feelings elsewhere.”

“Elsewhere?” you asked. “Are you saying you want to stop messing around?”

Loki looked into your eyes. “Yes. I want to stop…’messing around,’ as you call it. I feel drawn to you in a different way now. I must be honest with you: I was hoping after this mission that we could discuss a future where we see one another on a more exclusive level.”

Your heart would have started fluttering like a little school kid’s, but you were suddenly feeling as if sleep was starting to pull you away from this plane. Blast it, not now! 

“Oh, Loki, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear you say such things,” you said quietly. “But the adrenaline from the injury is wearing off, and I’m starting to feel drowsy.”

“As I suspected,” he replied with a gentle smile. “Which is why I’m putting off my official proposal until such a time as you’re physically and mentally fit to respond with your own sound mind.”

You snorted. “For being the God of Chaos, you sure have been playing by the rules a lot, lately.”

Loki smiled. “I’m afraid that I do it for you, my dear.”

“Well, could you possibly help me lie down a bit more if I’m going to try and get some shut-eye?” you asked. Loki didn’t even answer. He managed to coax you to a full upright position without back support, which only made your hip and leg twinge a little at first. However, after Loki re-adjusted and fluffed your pillow and help you lie back, supine, the position made your leg scream, not used to the new angle. 

“Owwww,” you moaned, your voice low and pathetic. “I’ll pay you a thousand dollars for one hit of the good stuff.”

Loki laughed and shook his head. “Sorry, doctor’s orders.”

“You’re the worst nurse in the world,” you groaned, rolling your eyes and setting your head back against the pillow. Loki took your hand again, gently brushing his thumb up and down your knuckles. You had to admit, just that little bit of flesh-to-flesh contact made you wish you were in a better condition to pull him on top of you. 

“I’m afraid so,” he agreed. “I am a much better lover, darling.” He leaned over and gently kissed your forehead. “Do you need me to read to you or sing you off to your slumber?”

“Sing?” you asked, nearly laughing. “The God of Mischief sings?”

Loki grinned. “You don't think a High Prince of Asgard would only be trained in the ways of war, do you? I received the most exquisite cultural tutelage in the Nine Realms. Music and theater were my forte. I’m not much for dancing.”

“There seems to be a lot of things I still don't know about you,” you said quietly, a yawn escaping as you finished your thought. “I need to know more.”

“And so you shall, dear one, but perhaps after you recover,” he answered. 

You smiled in earnest and felt your heart flutter a little as Loki squeezed your hand. “Okay, sing to me, Maestro!”

You couldn’t believe it for a moment, but you swore Loki’s cheeks went red at the request. He took a moment to think of what to serenade you with, but after a second or two, a low, velvet-smooth baritone came from his mouth, bringing forth lyrics in a language you didn’t understand. When Loki saw your confusion, he stopped. “It’s a lullaby my mother sang to my brother and I when we got restless. The words don't translate to English very well, I’m afraid.” 

“Don’t stop,” you whispered softly, your eyelids  beginning to feel heavy enough to close. 

You could hear Loki whisper back: “Never, darling.” 

You felt two warm lips gently brush against yours before Loki’s lovely, deep voice beckoned you towards the Land of Dreams, where there was no pain and plenty of promise that tomorrow would bring relief. 

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