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Feverish

Spencer Reid x Reader

18+ ❤️‍🔥

Spencer can’t keep his hands off of you in his fever induced delirium.

Inspired by a scene from The Tearsmith (on Netflix)

“What happened?” You ask Morgan who’s got Spencer’s arm draped over his shoulder.

Spencer is out of it, delirious, coated in sweat. Yet he grins at you.

“Popped for the flu, probably from those kids earlier this week,” Morgan answers as he puts Spencer in the passenger seat of your car.

“I knew the flu shot was a waste of time,” Spencer muses. “It’s an educated guess at best as for what strain will circulate through the population,” he scoffs and shoves on sunglasses.

“Wonderful,” you groan.

“You’ve already been sick this season, you’re probably fine,” Spencer mumbles and lulls his head back in the seat.

“I think that’s why he said to call you,” Morgan smiles.

“Well, it’s great to see you again. Stay safe,” Morgan hugs you by way of farewell.

Taking care of your sick ex boyfriend on your long anticipated three day weekend was not high on your bucket list. But here you were.

You drop into the car next to him and he’s already fast asleep. Feeling his forehead, you confirm that he’s burning up.

You and Spencer had ended things amicably four weeks ago. Your crazy schedule as a labor and delivery nurse didn’t mesh well with his chaotic FBI job. It didn’t mean you didn’t care for him. Perhaps that made seeing him so sick that much harder.

“Come on,” you help him from the car and into your house.

He stumbles up the front steps but you’re able to hold him up.

“Sorry, dizzy,” he murmurs.

“It’s okay,” you place your hand at the center of his chest, pushing yourself under his arm further to support his tall frame. The heat coming off of him could almost burn you.

You had never been more grateful that you opted for a one floor house. You imagined getting him up a flight of stairs would be impossible.

“Here,” you sit him on the edge of your king sized bed but he just flops onto his side, tucking his face into your pillow. He breaths in deeply, you can hear how congested he is.

You hurry to your medicine cabinet to get him a concoction of fever reducers.

“Take this,” you sit him up.

He barely opens his eyes, just groggily obeys and trusts the pills you’re giving him. He knows you’d never do anything to hurt him.

You wipe the water from his lips gently. He purses his mouth as though to kiss the pad of your thumb longingly.

You slowly undo the buttons of his shirt, you needed to cool him down. He’s drenched in sweat.

“Sit up,” you pull him up with a hand on the back of his neck and push the shirt off of his shoulders. Your eyes trace his body longingly, but only for a moment.

You gently lay him back down and start undoing his converse so he can get more comfortable. He groans at the movements as you tug the shoes off and discard them, adoring his mismatched socks.

You brush his hair from his forehead and prompt him to open his eyes. He does but they’re heavy with fatigue.

“You’re going to be fine Spence, just tell me if you need anything,” you whisper.

You gently caress his cheek, his eyes fluttering closed. You relax your hand in the center of his bare chest, unable to help how drawn to him you are. You missed him. His lean body with the thin sheen of sweat had your heart fluttering. Touching him was too much, too overwhelming. You sigh and stand from the bed.

His arm wraps around your waist and he tugs you weakly back into the bed. You fall half onto him and half next to him.

“Don’t go,” he murmurs and buries his face in your stomach like you’re all he’ll ever need. You run your hands through his long hair and hold him close to comfort him. It doesn’t even bother you that his hair is damp, you just want to help him.

He pulls you more onto him and twists his hands into your shirt. You’re nearly straddling him now, leaning over him as he groans and begs for you to be closer.

“Spence,” you warn.

He nudges his face into your abdomen, between your breasts. He’s so out of it you doubt he’s even aware of his actions. His mouth clamps over your nipple which is hardening through your shirt. This is so wrong, but it feels so fucking good.

Your body reacts to him, your hips grinding down against his. You can’t help it.

Your tank top rides up and his mouth trails sloppily against your now exposed skin, causing you to suck air through your teeth harshly. He’s kind of kissing you, but more seemingly needing to touch you with his mouth. He leaves moist trails of kisses against your stomach. He grapples at your body, he’s needy, he’s panting. He’s whimpering against you.

He’s burning up.

“Shhh, Spence,” you sink down next to him and nestle into the crook of his arm.

You push away your arousal. That was not happening right now.

Besides, clear headed Spencer wouldn’t touch you that way after breaking up.

“Need you,” he moans.

“Not right now baby,” the nickname slips out. It was habit.

His buries his face in the crook of your neck, he’s breathing hard as his hand trails down your body. He digs his nails into the soft skin on your hips and squeezes lovingly. His fingertips move down the plane of your stomach and graze just under the edge of your waistband but he goes no further. You take in the sight of his large hand on your body again, those fingers, the way the muscles and veins move as he does. Your traitorous pussy clenches around absolutely nothing. Ugh.

He begins to kiss the soft spot of your neck and you can’t help but to tilt your head to give him better access. His hand moves up to squeeze your breast, pulling a moan from you. God you needed him so bad. But he was so sick. His desperation for you was driving you mad.

You hear him shudder as a chill washes over him. But he ignores it, moving so his laying on you, kissing your nipples through the thin fabric of your shirt. His eyes are still closed, heavy with sickness. But he slides his strong arms under you to hold you even closer to him as he continues to kiss and sucking at your neck. He nudges your tank top down and pulls your nipple into his mouth, sucking hard.

“Ah, Spencer. Baby,” you writhe beneath him, but he’s got you pinned.

He kisses you until he can’t anymore, until his grip on you grows weaker and his mouth lingers on you longer.

He grows tired and rests his head on your chest. He keeps you beneath him, most of his body weight laying between your legs. His head rests on your stomach as he starts to doze off. His warm breath fans against your skin.

You push your hand into his hair to keep him right where he is. He’s absorbing your body heat, his breathing beginning to slow.

A content sigh escapes his chest and he finally falls asleep.

You can still feel the ghosts of his hands and lips, messy and needy on your body. It’s like he was devouring you, like you were the only thing that could save him. He was absolutely out of his mind, acting on instinct and primal need despite being sick. It’s like he couldn’t help it, couldn’t stop himself from touching you.

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[royalsunshinehotel]

How Can I? (The Kid x Reader, 18+)

Author's Note: Inspired by Taylor Swift's "Guilty As Sin?" from an inbox request. Thank you to my intrepid editor, and dearest friend @youlooklike-clarabow. You're the best ❤️‍🔥😭🤠🍊

The forest had welcomed him back, just like he’d hoped. Four months after Kid had taken his revenge, it had welcomed him home, as if it missed him, and it had taken him back, and taken in the hijras, as if all of you had always been there. Beating Rana to death had brought Kid back to life. He hoped that you and Sita felt the same. 

Sita had been focused on farming the land, showing off her green thumb after years away from any kind of dirt, and Alpha, it felt, had retired. She had a rocking chair and would look over the makeshift village, from dawn until dusk, every single day. 

And then there was you. Your hand was the one Sita reached for when she ran out to the back alley of Kings. Covered in blood, but together through it all. He had saved your life, rescued the two of you from the Queenie’s black stiletto heels standing on your necks, forcing you to do things you didn’t want to do. He should leave you alone, he shouldn’t want you the way that he does. 

When was the last time he’d had such a luxury? He laid on his sleeping mat, bored bored bored, deep in his bones. 

He hadn’t realized exactly how mentally caged he had been, but now he was free. What was left to do? 

He’d learned about how you longed to throw yourself to the ocean rocks for the chance at freedom, and how grateful you were for him coming to break all of the locks with a chaotic flair. 

He wanted you to be his- from the first moment he laid eyes on you. It was a difficult thing to admit. He’d have wonderful - shockingly vivid dreams about a world where your attachment was written everywhere on you, walking into a room and people know your his. The same for him of course, he’d want everyone to know he’s yours. 

But why on earth would you agree to it? You’d been a bird in a horrible, dank little cage, why would you toss yourself to the likes of him, after all you’d been subjected to? 

Such thoughts could live in dreams, he supposed. 

Across the camp, you're in the branches of a banyan tree, sitting snugly, safely in its branches. You kick your feet, and bob a little, hoping to shake some fruit loose, but alas, the figs aren't ripe yet. Maybe some more sun the next week would do it. What a treat that would be! 

You enjoy seeing the whole camp from up high. Deep in the heart of the woods, you’re all here, together. 

It was remarkable, you think, how you had all been able to come together and make a home. It would be a true village with more time, but the fact that everyone from the temple, plus those left standing after King’s, all had their own shelter, and were working together for food and water…it was remarkable. 

You flash in your mind, on Kid, watching him a little too closely as he weaved some smaller branches to make a door. 

His arms were lovely, even to a strange woman in a fig tree. A flash of heat hits your face, as you imagine those arms around you. In dreams you’d been having, you take a fistful of dense, curly hair, and pull. Would he like it? Would he tell you to fuck off? 

You kick yourself, and then you kick yourself for kicking yourself. Just a passing thought of his arms, and you were practically panting in the early summer heat. 

Sitting up in your tree, you thought of all the men you allowed to touch you, how you faked smiles and orgasms like it was nothing. And then he’d just come bowling into your life with the spark of a firework, letting you know it didn’t have to be like that anymore. 

Even if you did put your hands on him, touch him in the ways you wished to, would you know how? Would you know how to feel for him? 

In your mind, you’d already felt all of him, to your heart's content and beyond…

Sita had said no one would send you to jail for your thoughts, but it certainly felt that way. You hadn’t even touched him - where did all this guilt come from? Did you really need to keep your longing for Kid locked in a vault? 

Queenie had locked passport, your money, everything you were, into a vault -  he was far too kind to be put in there. 

Still, you did intend to be loyal to him, even if it was entirely one sided.  You spoke to him only when necessary, and would continue to do so until this burning itch underneath your skin - ur desire, faded. It had to, right? 

“Kanna, come here please!” called Alpha, voice clear and smooth, summoning you down from your perch, and you oblige her, moving slowly. 

You trot over, feet feeling heavy on the grass, “Yes, Alpha?” 

She takes your hand, and you link your fingers, admiring the manicure Sita had given her earlier that week. 

“You fantasize. I can see it from down here.” 

“I’m not sure what you're saying.” 

“Your fantasies are no longer fatal, and neither are Kid’s. He’s free of the past, still, he does not sleep. You should perhaps see if he is alright?”

As if on cue, a groan floats through the air, towards the two of you. 

“And do what?” 

“Make sure that his past stays gone?” She suggests, not verbalizing what she’d observed these past months. 

Your brow furrows. Kid would have to settle for a cup of water, and a bite of tangerine before settling back to sleep. That’s what your mother always gave you for your nightmares, why wouldn’t it work here? 

You make the quick journey, waving goodnight to Alpha, but stalling at the door of Kid’s hut. 

Another low groan. 

If it had been daylight, you would have had it in yourself to admit to the fluttering in your belly, but you wouldn’t. The desire would subside, for now you have to see if he’s well. The light of the moon makes your path clear. 

You take a breath, before opening the door. 

It’s night. It’s dark - the moon only gets you so far. 

And yet, you still find him, in the corner, on his sleeping mat, flat on his back. A low, almost imperceptible whine reaches your ears, and you furrow your brow. That didn’t seem like a nightmare, was he sick? 

You crouch down next to his sleeping body, and place a cool hand on his forehead, just to feel him. 

It wasn’t in Kid’s nature to feel casual annoyance, but if he could have, he would have been. In the midst of a wonderful dream, inspired by a bead of sweat he saw glistening in the hollow of your clavicle that morning, he was now dreaming about you - again, same as every night. 

In his dreams, you fall apart under his palms, scratching desperately at his back, and you beg for more. In his dreams, you're a desperate, sweet little thing, not much different from him. Another self-indulgence, thinking of a world where you want him as badly as he wants you. 

He jerks awake - where have you gone? He feels movement right beside him, and reflexively grabs it, a tight grip on your wrist.

“Jaanu, come back to bed.” His eyes are wide, still asleep in his mind. You crouched beside him, stunned at his words.

Alpha had said he was having a nightmare. He was neither sick, nor having a nightmare…

He was dreaming! About the two of you! 

Heat rushes to your face, like a paintbrush in water. 

“Back to…” You pause, “Yes, I’ll come back to bed.” Kid grunts at you, not giving your wrist back.  

He’s still in his own head, he doesn’t realize that you’re truly here. 

You allow him to pull you in, sighing as he tucks you into his side. 

God, he felt better than you imagined. 

You hold on to him, as his breathing slows, and you run your hands over a warm, flat stomach, tracing hearts there, for hours and hours. 

You wake slowly, for the first time in years. A light brushing of warmth against your cheek. You crinkle your nose, slowly blinking, and remembering where exactly you were. 

Your head is resting on his arm, his hand on your waist, in real life. 

He’s looking over at you, brown eyes round, his mouth just inches away from yours. Over the past few months, his beard had gotten unruly, you slowly place a hand under his chin, to pet the new growth. 

“Are you really here?” He rasps, voice soft with sleep, you let out a little sigh of relief. 

“Yes, I didn’t want to wake you, Alpha was worried, and you grabbed my wrist so I just…stayed.” You explained, trying not to seem flustered. 

“You're here, not just in my dreams.” He practically whispered, bringing up a palm to your cheek, same as you had for him. It had taken a couple of weeks to hear from Alpha about why Kid’s hands were the way they were. Kid had learned to live with the fact that his roots had been burned away, but as his hand touched your face, it certainly didn’t feel like that. 

You think about his lovely hands. Regardless of any fire, any destruction they may have wrought, any scar tissue that grew there had only served to free you and the women at King’s. You like his hands. 

“I want to kiss you. Can I?” Your voice shook, but you said those words anyway. You should be proud of yourself. 

Kid nods his head, letting you inch forward, brushing your noses together. Something in his stomach flips, and you brush your mouth against his. Soft, almost delicate, the same way a leaf meets the ground in the fall. 

Oh - you think. 

You kissed him, like you had been longing, dreaming of doing, and nothing horrible happened! The stars were still in the sky, the rivers were still running, the trees still stood tall, protecting your village…

“I want you. Do you feel the same?” You ask him again, not sure where this confidence had come from. Maybe it was the fact that you were here, and so close to what you had wanted…

“I only sleep because it’s where I might find you.” Something goes plink in your heart, and you decide enough is enough. 

“Well wake up,” you tease, “I’m right here.” 

Something flashes across Kid’s face, and he pulls you back in. It’s hard not to fold completely as he rolls you carefully on to your back, he just feels too good. Even with the low light coming into the hut, it felt as if Kid had been drizzled in gold. 

“I want more,” you command between kisses, his beard tickling your face. 

“We have to be quiet,” he responds, clearly getting distracted. You had to get him out of his own head. It was ridiculous, someone with a past as checkered as his. He wanted to be with you always, be something you could crush under the heel of your boot if it pleased you. He only wants to please you. And now that he is getting the chance, he does exactly that. 

He works his way down, ignoring the sticky summer heat, until he settles comfortably between your legs. 

How lovely! How comfortable it was to lie here with you. Your body under his felt so surreal, soft and comfortable. Your hands on his shoulders. 

When he has the time, he decides that he’s going to put each one of your fingers in his mouth, just for the sake of feeling every part of you. 

How strange, how new it was! The desire to feel all of someone; to lay here on top of you and hope gravity might keep him here as long as possible. 

He says nothing and hums into your soft thighs, stray hand wandering to push your cotton shift up slowly, higher and higher. You love him for that -  that he’s giving you so much time to stop him, to call it all off, but you don’t. 

Kid runs a rough palm over your heat, and begins to shake at the contact. 

“May I?” He asks, polite as ever. 

You reply, a simple “Yes.” 

Gently, slowly, Kid nudges your legs apart, smiling, before taking an experimental taste. 

It was embarrassing how you jerked into him, like an electric shock. 

Something darkened across his face, that set your hair on end in the best way, and he dove in headfirst. 

He flicks his tongue on your clit, chuckling against you as you twitch under the attention, “Do you like that?” He asks, and you nod, losing your thoughts. 

Your heart leaps to your throat as the rough pad of his thumb meets your clit, rubbing a heart shape. 

“Answer me!” He urges, growly, and it makes you want to smack him. 

“Yes!” You squeak, a little too loudly, sitting up on your elbows. Kid stifles a laugh behind his hand as he rests a palm on your stomach to soothe you. He didn’t know you as one to squeak! You pout, just because you can, and he grins at you, leaning up for a kiss to your pouty mouth. 

“Poor birdy,” he coos, “we should go deeper into the woods, where we can be as loud as we like.” 

The thought makes your hair stand on end, being truly alone, together. The tantalizing thought fades as he ducks his face back down, into you. As he works, spreading the warmth of his mouth over you, it was hard to remember why you ‘had to be quiet’. How would that be possible? Flicking his tongue, you twitch again, relishing the attention he was giving so freely.

“Would you like more?” He hums, vibrations tearing right through you. 

“Y-yesyesyes, more please.” His rough palms roam over you at a leisurely pace, his mouth back to your clit. You should be quiet, you try so hard to be quiet, but Kid’s sucking and slurping unnerves you. You can’t control yourself for long. 

You want to beg him to grab you harder, like you might float away if he doesn’t, but you just can’t find words beyond, “Want you…” 

“Do you promise?” Kid murmured into your leg, tugging the soft flesh there lightly with his teeth, “I don’t want to pressure you.” Please please please, he thinks. 

“I promise,” you pant, pussy still fluttering, “Wanted you since I first saw you…” Your voice dies off, as he comes up to kiss you on the mouth, like he missed you. 

“I was covered in blood.” 

“A few more days and you could be again.” You freeze at your own words. Queenie always kept the girls on lockdown when it was that time. Kid was different. 

“Don’t tempt me, jaanu. I should keep you in my arms until then.” It’s a threat. It’s a promise. It’s everything you’ve been dreaming about for months…

But the idea of Kid with your monthly blood on his face was something else entirely…

Your thoughts are cut off again, but Kid takes your hand, resting it above your stomach. Your fingers intertwine, naturally. 

“Can I get you ready for me?” 

“Do it.” Your voice is firm, and certain, and he absolutely adores you for it. 

The look on your face through the rising light makes his hair stand on end. 

Your eyes flutter shut as Kid traces your needy hole with his fingers. How could you have known that he’d be so gentle with you? What exactly had you been making yourself feel bad about? 

You bite down a moan as he works one finger in, slowly, letting you feel every ridge, relishing as you try to squirm closer to his hand. 

No. 

You’ll take what he gives when he gives it, he thinks but then he revises, You will get everything he had, but not quite yet. 

He pauses, letting you get used to his digit, only starting to move when you pant. You're too stiff, he doesn’t like that. He doesn’t want it to be like before, he wants it to be better. 

It’s hard not to melt, so you allow yourself the pleasure. 

Who was he really? Did it even matter? 

“Alright, Jannu?” He asks, and you take a grip on his shoulder, nodding ‘yes.’ 

And then, he starts to move. 

It had been years since someone’s hands had worked you so thoroughly, and you simply had to enjoy it. He simply had to pull you closer, with his two fingers, other hand palming your breasts, to your thrill, in a less gentle manner than the rest of you. 

He was simply petting you, playing with you, of course you had to purr. You couldn’t imagine anything else. Everything in your life has led you here, with him, to be underneath him. 

Faster and faster and faster, and then. Nothing. 

“Shh. Just hold on for me.” 

Kid takes his hand from you, and you whip your head up, face ravenous. 

All he offers you is a “Sorry, not yet.” You should slap him, but the emptiness he’d left turned into an ache. How could he do this? Even for a moment? 

You whine, and Kid thinks he might die if he doesn’t fuck you how you deserve. 

“It’s alright, I’m here. I’ll make it better, hm?” Your lover shifts above you, and you feel his cock nudging at your folds. The giddiness of it all goes straight to your head. 

“Need you!” You are keen, rolling your hips into him, hoping to catch something, anything to grant relief. But the only thing that could help is him. 

“Slowly, not too much now.” He cautions, but you can't. You simply can’t. Months of dreaming, waiting, lusting, handling the overwhelming guilt you didn’t ask for? No more waiting.

You pant, and he greedily breathes in your air, inching into you, measured and careful. 

No. No more. 

You take a cruel grip on his ass, and pull him down into you, losing yourself for either a moment or an hour. 

He pants, sounding desperate to keep himself together. Maybe that wasn’t the wisest move, maybe he’d been going sooooo slooow for his sake as much as yours…

Kid is seated completely inside you, running his rough palm over the bulge he was making in your lower tummy. How quickly a life can change, he thinks, he was asleep, and now he’s here, above you, feeling exactly how deep he can fit inside you. 

Your vision had gone white at the edges, he just felt too correct. Perhaps you should keep him hostage here, always. Kid lets out a low whine, pathetic and beautiful, and you feel your skin buzz so loud, you're certain he could hear it. 

He has to move. Or you might die. 

But carefully, he rolls into you, making you dig into him. He catches your wanton moan in his mouth, trying to soothe you in spite of his actions. Your words are gone…

“Good girl, do you like that?” He asks, as if you could respond, “Do you want more?” 

You nod your head, drunkenly, and he snaps down again. You grip him even tighter, and he puts his mouth back on yours. 

It’s just too desperate, does he know how badly you need him?  

“Harder! Harder please.” You beg, eyes round and unfocused on anything other than the harsh pleasure he was giving you. 

“More more more!”

Kid goes after your breasts, teasing with his hot mouth, bringing you closer with each shallow breath he takes. 

You stifle a wail in his shoulder, fighting desperately. As soon as you bare down around him, it’s over. You don’t want to be over…

Kid seems to know this, watching you intently, same as always. You fight off your orgasm, defiant and determined, fluttering tightly around him, the least he could do is do the same. 

But it’s simply too much, you knew you were going to scream. You couldn’t, it was too early, everyone would know. 

You run a hand up the side of his face, catching his beard, feeling hair stuck to his forehead from the humidity. His eyes blank, absolutely lost in the throes of you, your squelching and whines burned into his bones forever. 

He holds you as you scrabble at his back, eyes rolling, not losing his pace for a moment, only gasping into your ear as you finally clench down, fluttering around him, only coming back to reality when your teeth meet his chest and bite down, muffling the sound. 

Your teeth meeting his flesh, makes him lose his composure. He moans beautifully in your ear, your teeth still in his chest, reflexively gripping you harder as he spills deep inside. You kick your legs up higher around his torso, so you could keep him trapped against you. 

Kid pants into your mouth, murmuring all the sweet things he’d been keeping to himself. He’s free now, you both are. 

But still, neither of you move, holding on to each other, and it must be heaven. 

Someone has to move first. He should start some tea for you. He should start to show you how he was ready for the rest of his life now, with you. 

But it’s not to be, the second Kid pulls out, you kick his rear with the heel of your ankle. All of your shared mess seeps out of your worn out body. Not yet. He’s too far away. It couldn’t be over yet…That’s not allowed, you decide. 

“No. Put it back.” You command. 

Kid has the nerve to bat his eyes at you, and obliges, face flashing with something you couldn’t place. 

He holds you tight, and the two of you let the quiet soak in from the window. With you here, it wasn’t a hut, but a proper house. 

His heart is about to beat out of his chest, the sheer weight of your eyes on his, it feels like an honor to be here with you. 

The evidence of your rendezvous was hot and sticky between your legs. Kid was surprised that there seemed to be so much, and he didn’t mind one bit. Maybe he could take you down to the river to clean up, and care for you properly. Maybe the two of you wouldn’t be missed. 

You close your eyes, and something flips in the Kid's chest. 

“What is it you want?” He asks, forehead pressed against yours, “Ask for the moon and I’ll pull it down for you.” You squirm under the intensity of his stare, he was simply too beautiful and overwhelming. 

“I choose you and me.” 

“You can have it.” He gives you a peck, smiling into you, but quickly furrowing into concern. .

“Wait Jannu, it’s alright, what’s happened?” You stifle a small sob at the overwhelming softness of his tone. 

The fist around your heart clenches, as you feel a wet trail down your face, to your jaw. 

When was the last time you were allowed to cry? 

You huff a little, to yourself, and bring him in for another sweet kiss, languid and comfortable. He brings the pads of his thumbs under your eyes, clearing the tears away.  You take a fistful of his hair, and bring him in close, limbs intertwined, safe together. 

“I’m happy. I’m so very happy.” And you cry a little more, because it’s true. 

[intuitively-her]

Why are people crushing on you?

Pile 1- (The moon, 8 of swords, 3 of cups rx, The empress rx, Queen of swords, 5 of wands rx, 4 of pentacles rx)

People can tell that you have a wall up. You never fully tell others about yourself. You give them just enough. It keeps people on their toes with you. You’re a puzzle that’s impossible to solve.🤭 Especially to people that want to befriend you. They can tell that you’re more of an introvert, but this makes you even more attractive! They like how you’re shy, but also not afraid to speak up for yourself and others. Others like how you’re always 10 steps ahead of them. It makes people wanna look up to you. I feel like you have a more dominating personality at times as well. You’re an ice queen/king.💙 Women especially love when you assert your dominance over them. Others can tell you’re feeling stuck in a situation currently and it has you feeling indecisive. They want to save you from this. You attract a lot of people with a savior complex. People can tell that you have this light energy deep inside. You have a heart of gold, but you’re ice cold on the surface. Even tho you’re stingy with your love and energy to strangers, you give plenty of it to those closest to you. People love how you hold your family/friends to a high standard. You’re actually a very generous sweetheart once people get to know the real you.🥰

Pile 2- (3 of swords, 2 of cups rx, 10 of swords rx, 8 of cups, King of pentacles rx, Page of wands, Strength, 10 of cups)

People really admire how you bounce back after a breakup. You had to walk away from a lot of bs in the past. For some, even your family. You’ve been through many betrayals in your life. You never let it break you tho. You’re like a lion/lioness.⭐️ People love how independent you are and how well you take care of yourself at your age. You’ve built a new home of happiness for yourself.🙃 For those of you that left your family, there’s someone here that’s proud of you for leaving that toxic situation behind. The things you’ve been through have fueled your lust for life. You’ve grown into such a fearless person. People love your curiosity. You’re always the one asking questions and finding the truth. People also really love how you’re not money driven. This pile gives me the vibe of someone that has a lot of money but you’re not materialistic. You could also be rich but you choose to dress down and avoid being too flashy.

Pile 3- (Queen of wands rx, Queen of cups, The star, The moon, 7 of wands, 2 of wands, 2 of swords rx, 3 of pentacles rx)

Your energy is so vivacious and intense! It’s all eyes on you anywhere you go.🤷🏽‍♀️ I’m getting strong Leo energy from this pile. You’re someone that’s well-known in your school/community, even if you don’t think so. People love how you take charge of your life. Your independence is greatly appreciated. Your teachers/professors love this especially. They can tell that you’re not one of those students that needs to be babied. People also love your balanced thinking. You never rush your plans and you have a clear vision on what you want/need. You’re fearless! You live life like you’re playing the lottery. Unafraid to gamble with yourself. 🎰 You might prefer to work alone mostly or you take the lead in group work. This is heavily admired by others. It makes them think, “wow pile 3 could teach me a thing or two.” Many people look up to you because of your amazing work ethic. People think you’re gonna blow up one day and become an overnight celebrity.🙈 Many people have been crushing on you because you’re a sweetheart!💖 For my men reading this, women especially love your aggressive nature. People love your “macho man” attitude.🤣 You hold so much compassion and care for others. Even a simple smile to a stranger can transform their whole day. Your energy is very warm and comforting. It makes people wanna open up and get close to you. You’re the perfect mix of sugar and spice.❤️‍🔥

Pile 4- (5 of pentacles, 10 of wands, Ace of pentacles rx, The emperor rx, Justice, The chariot, Judgement, 2 of cups, The Mother Star)

You’ve been through a lot of adversity in your life. It seems like you’ve had a string of bad luck recently. You’ve lost a lot financially. For some of you, you lost your job or someone stole money from you. You could’ve felt tied to your responsibilities or you do now. People love when you’re dependent on them or you need their help. It can be as simple as someone helping you carry a box. You have this “helpless and naive” vibe to you. Even if you’re not, that’s just how people perceive you. People admire you because you don’t follow the rule book of life. You love to follow your own path and figure shit out along the way. You make people realize that they don’t need to have their whole life figured out right now. You could be in high school or college currently. You could have an indie or bohemian clothing style. People really love the jewelry and accessories you add to your outfits. Especially if it’s related to your culture. People absolutely love your hair! Especially the color of it. 3 of the cards I pulled show a girl with waist-length red hair. People think your girlfriend material. They love what a great friend you are. You may be the “mom” friend of your group.

[count-alucard-tepes]

The child asks his OP father if he would play throwing him up as high as the moon.

“…your mother will literally kill me….do you want daddy to die?”:

Kizaru ✨

Sir Crocodile 🐊

Killer🔪

Queen👑

Buggy🤡

Iceburg💜

Smiles and throws the baby up a safe distance before catching them:

Akainu🌋

Fujitora 🐅

Benn Beckman 🔫

Katakuri Charlotte 🍡

King 👑

Izou🔫🔫

Marco the Phoenix 🦅

Rosinantè Donquixote aka Cora-San💕

Gild Tesoro⚜️🏅

Gecko Moria🦇

Rob Lucci🐆

:

Ryokugyu 🌱

Doflamingo Donquixote 🦩

Kaido🐉

Dragon D Monkey 🐉🐒

Oven Charlotte 🍞

Eustass Kidd🤘🎸

Who’s Who ❤️‍🔥👹

[me-uglypretty]

#99 then :)

Love your fics ❤️‍🔥

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#99 Pussy Is God - King Princess | blurb replay 2022

Natasha Romanoff x Reader | Warning: (18+), mention of smut & angst

Falling for her, it was a mistake, a life changing deed, and everything that you would commit into. You would repeat each moment with a wide smile, and accept the agony that came after

Natasha does that to you, and to everyone. An addiction that doesn’t fade. It induces you into a mental state of her and physically craving for the most agile touch.

“I’m cool,” you mumbled, attempting to brush aside the warmth that spread throughout your cheeks and descends down your neck. “Love or not,” you added, feeling as though your throat was tightening and hindering your breathing.

But it’s her arms around your neck, her fingers lightly scratching your scalp, her hot breath teasing you with the ultimate kiss or to leave you high, wordless and panting for more.

It's like—she was God, either you believed that theory or not, it doesn’t differ from the truth. Knocked down to your knees and bruised, but you would accept her hand, allow her the pleasure of you.

And you think, Natasha loves that.

Especially when she presses her mouth over yours, the melting point where your hands fall on her waist and she pushes you down on the bed. You couldn’t stop yourself from sinking into her control, even if she growled at your explanation for the thumping in your heart or when she cursed you for trying for others—while not accepting you as hers, only a body to aid her stressed limps.

And still, you accepted that.

Would they blame you for seeing her as one and the only?

They haven’t seen her behind the mask that blared a warning at everyone’s direction. She’s different, so loveable, so sweet, so gentle, so rough, so everything—and that you lose yourself in trying to understand which part of her was real, but she’s great, you promised.

It's like a routine. Your body laid back, then switched to her command, and you would admire her. Sturdy body laid unreservedly on your bed, legs spread instinctively, teasing caresses of her hands on naked skin, the subtle glint in her eyes as you head dove between her thighs, and her face a rosy tint.

“Good,” she’d say, the glimmer in her eyes made you move faster and better.

Pleas doesn’t fall from your mouth, as she knows that you were under her command, but it does fall from your mouth. The need to touch, to lap your tongue upon her heated core, to tease her buddle of nerves and witness the strongest woman there, tremble at the sheer pleasure that wakes.

And you would do as her wish, seconds or minutes, you would move to her alluring voice, and grin as pleasure takes over her.

Who were you to deny her?

Not when Natasha holds your close, either between her thighs or in her arms. The most unexpected kiss would be pressed to your skin, without the expectation for more and that pulled you closer into the illusion of her love.

And if she’s truly God, you would happily worship her.

i'm sorry for the delay, but i'm also loving that everyone who expected beefy!nat or smut, gets angst, and when someone does expect angst,,,, they get the sinning songs but i wanted to make it slight bit angst so i hope you enjoyed this thank you for your support <3

[gyuswhore]

✩ em’s masterlist ✩

🤍=fluff | 🌧️= angst | ⭐️= humour | ❤️‍🔥= suggestive/smut

𝑶𝑻13

How seventeen would react to your broken nail ⭐️

How seventeen would take pictures of you ⭐️

How seventeen sleep ⭐️

How Seventeen would give you a massage ⭐️

How seventeen would react to you asking them if they'd still love you if you were a cockroach ⭐️

How seventeen would wake you up in the morning ⭐️

𝑺.𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑷𝑺

[10:58] 🤍

bf texts (texting!au) ⭐️

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𝑱𝑬𝑶𝑵𝑮𝑯𝑨𝑵

[2:13] 🌧️

[2:46] 🤍⭐️

𝑾𝑶𝑵𝑾𝑶𝑶

The story of us 🤍 🌧️ ⭐️ 2.1k

So many walls that you can't break through; except that you do. 

Grease (the tragedy) ⭐️❤️‍🔥🤍 5.8k

In which you have to sit through one of the worst dates of your life, followed by the insistent tug of fate and compulsion that lead you straight back to where you'd sworn you'd never go.

𝑯𝑶𝑺𝑯𝑰

The thing about love; 🤍 🌧️ ⭐️ 25.3k

The slap you sent across Kwon Soonyoung’s face sent a reverberating sound across the dance studio.

He looks up, eyes bloodshot and swimming with fury. There’s a hint of a smile on his face for some reason, which you realize may be out of disbelief.

You don’t register anything else other than the rage that accelerates down your own veins. There’s a part of you that wants to do it again when he utters his next words.

��That was a bad fucking idea”

Never Shall We Die |  Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 🤍 🌧️ ⭐️❤️‍🔥 48k [COMPLETE]

Deadliest pirate on the high seas or a damn fool? 

The stupid king and his men have snatched Hoshi’s precious pirate ship with their too clean, too soft hands; grounds to question his own vices. Except, when he and his crew land in the quarters of a navy ship, revenge on their roster, they stumble across a princess in its gallows.

Hoshi wonders if he’s just struck gold, or if you’d become the final tread to his downfall.

𝑾𝑶𝑶𝒁𝑰

[21:16] 🌧️❤️‍🔥

smothered 🤍

𝑫𝑶𝑲𝒀𝑬𝑶𝑴

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𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑮𝒀𝑼

[2:34] 🌧️🤍

untitled 🌧️🤍

untitled  🤍

to have someone 🤍

[3:43] 🤍

bf texts ⭐️❤️‍🔥 (texting!au) 

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And you’re a little bit in love with your client.

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Kim Mingyu was the first friend your brother had brought home for dinner. Fast forward a couple years, his toothy smile and pierced ears would wedge their way into a permanent place in your heart. Nail to a coffin, never to escape.

or;

in which you get rejected by the only boy you've ever loved; a rejection you can't quite shake off.

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It isn't your fault that you can barely go on with your day with that cursed image replaying in your mind like a broken record.

And it certainly isn't your fault that you find yourself completely naked on your husband's lap while his clay-clad hands cannot touch you.

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In all your years of academic endurance, you’ve never failed. A 100% success rate, despite you cutting it close at times. However, the line graph that is your life starts tanking somewhere around the time you began taking this hellsent Statistics in Psychological Research class. With a professor that wouldn’t know his ass from his head, and an overworked, overenthusiastic, and overcaptivating TA, it couldn't possibly get any worse than this. 

 However, statistically speaking,…it could.

𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑯𝑨𝑶

[11:35] 🤍⭐️

Untitled  🤍

Remembrance of Ice ❤️‍🔥🤍 5.3K

Xu Minghao rules over a land where the sun never rises and crops never grow, shunned by the world for their nature so ruthless it has them caged within their borders.

That is, until you land straight into the dragon's den to find the story untold.

𝑺𝑬𝑼𝑵𝑮𝑲𝑾𝑨𝑵

Tugs and Strands [1st anniversary event] 🤍

𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑵𝑶𝑵

Untitled 🌧️

Untitled 🤍

𝑫𝑰𝑵𝑶

[23:23] 🤍

[22:59] 🤍🌧️

Dahlia 🤍❤️‍🔥 4.4K

When Chan brings you a bouquet filled with promises and hope to begin your birthday, you're happy to accept them with the love they come with. Chan, however, is quick to remind you that the flowers were only the beginning. 

𝑱𝑨𝑬𝑯𝒀𝑼𝑵

[19:46]  🤍⭐️

[14:12] 🤍⭐️

reaping 🌧️🤍

𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑲

[14:57] ft. Haechan 🤍🌧️

𝑱𝑨𝑬𝑴𝑰𝑵

crystal crumbs 🤍🌧️

𝑲𝑨𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑨

[10:13]  | pt.2 🤍⭐️

[clavis-hedonist]

♡〜٩(^▿^)۶〜♡

The new art is so good~ ♡♡♡

[maginxlia]

Starring Nanami, Gojo, Toji And Sukuna Ryomen in Grocery shopping with you

Rated R

Contains Foul language and Suggestive themes

Posting Three times in a month?? Am I making moves? Maybe. I hope y’all enjoy this❤️‍🔥 My love and appreciation for y’all is astounding❤️‍🔥Thank y’all for all the support and love xoxo❤️‍🔥This was Requested by the sweet @demon-fam ❤️‍🔥 Please lay some requests and asks on me because we dry over here

Masterlist

Gojo ( Most likely to get your ass banned from Wally World ) Satoru

♡ Going shopping grocery with Gojo is disaster

♡ He got men and women stopping and drooling like he's a fine piece of meat (kinda is js)

♡ Grocery list? Discarded

♡ Budget? blown

♡ Always find the best parking spaces, I guess it's the luck of the hoe

♡ Shops at Walmart for the entertainment

♡ Can and will fuck you in the family restroom

♡ Now you're walking funny While trying to shop

♡ He Throws a lot of sweet food in cart ; I'm talking candy, sugar loaded cereal and lil debbie cakes

♡ Lorde forbid if he sees baby clothes, Back to the Family restroom for some more “family planning”

♡ Grabs a box of Pocky and say “Do you want to play a game?”

♡ You have to make all the serious food decisions

♡ Ask him to get something off the top shelf? Prepare to get trap in the arms of your lover while old women Oh and Ah

♡ All jokes Aside Gojo is still on high alert even while he’s clowning

♡ Grocery’s always over 200 dollars and most of that towards snacks

♡︎ Waiting in line for checkout?? Nonexistent cause he so pretty people move out the line for him

Nanami ( Quality is King ) Kento

♡ Organized God

♡ He Loves the little domestic moments between y’all

♡ Always find a parking spot that gives y’all enough space to get a lil walk in

♡ He has a nice budget and beautifully written shopping list

♡ He knows what you need and what you might want

♡ Shops at Trader joes, Whole foods and fresh markets

♡ He has a two weeks of Gourmet dinners planned for y’all

♡ Nanami pushes the Cart while his arm is linked with yours

♡︎ Only the highest quality food for y’all

♡ Even if it’s not on the list or in the budget He will still buy it for you (Whatever you want, you know he will provide)

♡ Always get things off the top shelf for you without ulterior motives

♡ Has a little smile on his face when he notice how beautiful you look lost in thought

♡ He makes grocery shopping so relaxing and carefree

♡ Always buys a bottle of top shelf Bourbon when y’all go shopping

♡ Brings Reusable bags for y’all groceries

♡ He Loads the groceries up in the car while all you have to do is sit pretty in the car

♡ Nanami also load up the groceries for the elderly too (He’s sooo sweet)

Fushiguro ( Oh Lawd He’s coming ) Toji

♡ Toji studied extreme couponing and is a couponing pro

♡ Only shop at stores that will accept his coupons

♡︎ No time for Games, His Leisure money on the line

♡︎ Always park in those yellow lines beside the handicap spots

♡ Cashiers loathe y’all because best looking couple but Fuck those coupons

♡ Managers hate Toji because he knows every loophole to save a fat buck

♡ He’s goes absolutely berserk tossing things into the carts

♡ What you think would cost y’all 700 dollars ends up costing y’all nothing thanks to Toji couponing skills, The store actually has to Pay HIM!

♡ Can and will leave the carts without purchasing shit if they say his coupons are invalid, managers beg him to buy the hoard of groceries and they even accept his coupons

♡ Even if coupons is not involved, Toji budgeting game is strong

♡ If you didn’t put it on the list apparently you don’t need it

♡ His non coupon list is literally Meat, Gatorade and protein mix

♡︎ Toji will carry all the groceries in and will carry you too in one trip

♡ He has stockpile of All the things that coupons bought him and He is proud of his stockpile.

♡ He wants to do enough shopping that when he leaves for his business trips you don’t even have to go to the store without your protection…. Him

♡ Talking about his stockpile, It’s like a small store the way he got it set up

♡ All the money that was saved with couponing and budgeting Goes towards Gambling, Designer stuff for you and The home improvements you keep telling him about

Ryomen (Sweetness is My Weakness) Sukuna

♡ ︎Sukuna isn’t the budgeting type, The King of Curses want it all

♡ ︎His Eyes are bigger than Yuuji wallet

♡ ︎Want whole foods quality with great value money

♡ ︎So Yuuji and you do all the shopping unless you want a catastrophe

♡︎ Yuuji always parks far away from the store, He rather the elderly or disabled get those spots instead

♡ ︎Sukuna has to put together a small! list or he isn’t getting shit

♡ ︎Yuuji is incredibly sweet, the man get whatever you want and he always reach on the top shelf for you

♡ ︎Sukuna of course has threatened him and warned him that a cart better not even brush against you; So Yuuji is on high alert

♡ Yuuji ends up getting a Costco membership because of how much Sukuna consumes

♡ “Kirkland is designer and best Quality!” The biggest money saving hack ever

♡ Lots of Meat, Bread, Eggs and milk on Sukuna list next to junk food

♡ He doesn’t have to consume “Human” food but Hell do he love it

♡ Sukuna is allowed full control in one store and that’s dollar tree

♡ He goes absolutely apeshit and hit the snacks HARD

♡ Candy aisle?? Cleared. Chips aisle?? Like a wasteland and the snack cakes?? Those bitches now belongs to him

♡ Cashier Said that the total was 350 and Yuuji wasn’t even phased “I know this was going to be the outcome and that’s why I saved money up”

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F&D - Search for Infinity ❤️‍🔥P24❤️‍🔥 Laufey & Farbauti

Previous Chapter Next Chapter

Italics = Story. Yeah we getting a little tale this chapter 😁

“Wow” you breathed, smiling at Loki as you sat on his lap, his arms still around you.

“We should have gone to the bed.” He spoke, matching your expression.

“I just can’t keep my hands off of you.” You giggled, pecking his lips.

“I mean, we could still head to the bed.” He teased, peppering kisses over your exposed neck.

“Loki.“

“It would be wrong of us to not christen the bed.” He grinned, wriggling his brows before standing up, you still around him as he walked towards the bedroom. Once you were both inside, you looked around, reminiscing over how it used to look before Loki practically threw you onto the bed. You opened your legs, biting your lip as you looked up at him who was looking hungrily down at you. He knelt on the bed, between your legs as he stroked his length. “I used to wish I’d be like this with you here.” He spoke seductively, leaning closer towards you, rubbing the tip of his cock against your already wet entrance. Lifting your legs as he spread them further apart, Loki wrapped them around his torso, near trapping your body between his and the bed underneath you as he pressed his forehead against yours, pecking your lips as he slowly entered you a second time tonight. You moaned feeling him inside you as he pulled out all the way before slamming back into you as he entered you again. You heard Loki moaning lowly with each thrust as he ground his hips into yours.

“Harderrr.” You whined.

“Sure?” Loki questioned, arching a brow as he pulled out of you, looking down at you.

“Yess.” You insisted.

“Very well.” He shrugged, lining himself up with you once again before he delved into you, grunting with each thrust.

“Fuck yesss.” You screamed, digging your nails into Lokis back as he settled his head in the crook of your neck. Using one of his hands, Loki reached between you both, playing with your clit as he fucked you leaving your body jolting beneath his as you came, overwhelmed by bliss. The feeling of you clenching around him spurred on Lokis own orgasm before he came inside you, slowing his strokes as you both rid out your highs. Soon after, you both decided to christen the shower before you both settled into bed, naked underneath the soft sheets.

“Tell me about the ceremony.” You spoke, breaking the comfortable silence as Loki ran his hand lazily up and down your body as he spooned you.

“Are you sure you’d like to know right now?” He asked “we could talk about it another time.”

“Yes please Loki, tell me about it.” You decided.

“Alright my love.” He answered, sitting slightly up as he rested his back against the headboard, pulling you along with him to rest against him. You settled with your head on his chest with one of your arms draped over him as he put an arm around you. “Would you like any refreshments for the story?” He asked.

“I’m good for now.” You smiled, pressing a kiss to his chest before you settled back into position as he began telling the story.

You’ve heard tales of Asgard, it’s beauty and warmth, but located beneath it, separated by a stream of never freezing water also known as the river living, lies a wasteland formally known as Utgard. This wasteland is inhabited by Jotuns who are also known as Frost Giants who thrive in the cold climate that Jotenheim provides. Growing up, Asgardians were taught to fear them, brought up thinking they were all callus monsters under the rule of King Laufey, my father.

Laufey was known to sometimes frequent other realms and it was during one of these visits he met Farbauti. As soon as he met her, he was enamoured with her. He traded visits to the other realms for stolen moments with her. They became close very quickly insisting that they were made for each other.

Whenever Laufey returned to Jotunheim, he was often questioned when there would be a queen. He’d have to meet with other women who’d court him in the hopes of getting their fingers on the crown. During these elicit events, he’d find his mind wandering back onto her. He knew he had to have her, she was the only queen for him.

One night, a night that they had spent together, he asked for her hand in marriage which she agreed to, what Laufey didn’t know was that in order to have her as his queen, she would have to undergo the sacred ceremony that would bind them.

Once he returned to Jotenheim, with her at his side, he spoke with his confidant who arranged everything, debriefing them both on all they’d have to do. You see, contrary to popular belief, Farabuti was mortal.

“There are mortals on other realms?” You asked with a small gasp.

“There are realms that even I haven’t visited, the possibilities are infinite.” Loki answered.

“I wonder if there’s a realm like a parallel one with a different version of us.” You laughed before Loki continued.

“Anyways as I was saying—”

Laufey fell in love with Farabuti and asked for her hand in marriage. They returned to Jotenheim where he found out they’d have to undergo a ceremony to ensure that she’d be able to rule at his side for as long as he lives. The ceremony binds the weaker lifeline to the stronger one hence why you’ll be immortal when we do it.

“Ohh, makes sense, so we’ll die the same day then?” You asked lightheartedly causing Loki to stiffen slightly.

“We will not, however once one of us passes, the other will slowly grow weaker until we eventually join one another in he realm eternal.” He explained, quickly kissing your head.

“So what happened during the ceremony?”

“During the ceremony La—” he began before you cut him off.

“And could I have a cookie please?” You asked before Loki quickly conjured one “I don’t know why I don’t ask you to do this all the time.”

“Just eat your cookie.” He smiled, conjuring a few more before handing them to you.

In order to prepare for the ceremony, Laufey and Farabuti had to fast and separate for twenty four hours prior to it. The handmaidens prepared them both before they reunited in a circle of blacksalt in a room lit strictly from dragonwax candles but we don’t have that here so soy wax will do as well as a bed at either side of the room. They said their vows before presenting each other with a ring. They both then drank from the ceremonial chalice containing a concoction unknown to even me before pricking each other’s fingers, bringing the bead of blood to one another’s lips. Of course they kissed afterwards, before stepping out of the circle and making their ways to the beds where they fell asleep. During this sleep, they were said to have overcome trials and triumphs before each waking up and being bound. They described what they saw and felt like a dream that only you can wake yourself up from.

It is said that the one with the stronger lifeline wakes up first and the other soon follows. There have been others before Laufey that haven’t shared his luck. Sometimes the one with the weaker lifeline ends up stuck in the eternal sleep.

“But that won’t happen to us.” Loki assured, wrapping his arm tighter around you. “I must say, as much as I don’t like Laufey, I admire his bravery and his love for Farabuti.”

“I guess we’re having the honeymoon before our wedding.” You tittered “just incase.”

“We’ll have one before, one after, one now, whatever you want.” He smiled, leaning down to kiss your lips.

A/N: this story was completely made up so sorry for the crazy inaccuracies 😂😂 hope you liked it

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Once you stood up and grabbed baby that was still floating towards the ceiling, you handed it to Seven.

“You need to look after your baby like how I look after you.” You told seven, booping her nose causing her to furrow her brows before you quickly smoothed over them with your thumb, a smile spreading across your face at her reaction.

“Y/n, you shouldn’t—” Loki began until you spotted Seven taking flight.

“Lokiii, what is it with this balloon?” You gasped, grabbing Seven and untying the balloon from baby’s wrist before biting a tiny hole in it so that it could deflate. “Seven was about to float away.” You laughed, laughing harder when you heard your high pitch voice from the helium. You brought the balloon to your lips and breathed in some more of the helium before looking down at Seven. “Seveeeennn” you sang causing her to giggle. “Sevvy sevvy sevennn.” You continued before breathing in more of the helium. “Loki Laufeyson.” You pronounced causing even Loki to chuckle at the sound of your voice. Once the three four of you stopped playing around, you made your way towards the kitchen as Sev slipped in that she wanted ice cream between the laughter. Loki said he needed to speak to you so this provided a distraction for Seven as he did.

“I spoke with Thor.” Loki began.

“Yes—” you prompted.

“He’s given me his benefaction.”

“His benefaction?” You questioned.

“Yes. As Thor is crowned future king of Asgard, he was given the gift of being able to summon mother from the halls of Valhalla in order to ask for guidance in ruling the realm should the problem arise.” He explained.

“And he’s given this gift to you?” You asked slightly excitedly knowing how much Loki loved and missed his mother.

“Yes, for you.” Loki answered causing your smile to fall.

“You’re using the one opportunity you’d have to speak with your mother for help on me? What if something happens with Asgard in the future? What then?” You questioned, shaking your head. You couldn’t take this opportunity away from Loki and Thor and even Seven.

“There is nothing more important to me than you and our family.” Loki spoke, quickly pecking your lips. “Mother will be able to help us with setting up the ceremony. She’s the only person in the realms that knows all the specifics of the ceremony that I trust wholeheartedly.”

“Loki, I’m so sorry we’re going through all of this.” You sighed, looking from Loki down at Seven who was happily eating her ice cream, occasionally trying to feed it to Baby.

“Not your fault” He said, leaning down to kiss you on the top of your head. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t go through with you by my side.”

“Aww, love you.” You snorted, looking up at him.

“Stop.” Loki smiled, looking down at you.

“So cuteeee.” You grinned, squeezing Lokis cheeks.

“I hate this.” He chuckled, closing his eyes as you continued to reach up, squeezing his cheeks.

“My cuteee little blue baby.” You cooed.

“I’m practically towering over you.” He faked scoffed.

“Babyyy.” Seven added, turning to face you as her mouth began turning slightly blue.

“My cute little blue babies.” You corrected.

“Babbbyyyy.” Seven cheered, holding Baby in one of her hands.

“All three of my babies.”

When you and Loki went to Sevens room to settle her for bed, she quickly made her way towards her colouring pens and picked up a blue one before colouring Baby’s face with it. You smiled widely watching the action. Moments like these were so sacred, precious. You sat on the chair as Loki tucked Seven in bed, settling for telling her a made up story as opposed to reading one until she fell asleep. Quietly, you both made your way towards your room.

“I liked the story.” You grinned, straddling Loki as he sat on the bed. “Very imaginative.”

“Imaginative?” He answered, arching a brow.

“Yeah, especially the bit about Thor having to dress as the wife.” You giggled, trailing kisses over Lokis neck as his arms wrapped around you.

“The story was factual.” Loki laughed “those things all happened.”

Pausing your kissing, you looked up at him. “No way.”

“Way.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Loki that’s insane.” You guffawed, almost falling backwards off of his lap.

“Practically every story I’ve told has been true.” He added, he himself laughing at your reaction.

“Even the one about cutting the warrior girls hair? There’s no way you did tha—”

“Yep.”

“Lokii!! You little blue bubble of green mischief.” You gasped before continuing to laugh.

“What’s with all the names today?” He queried, placing his hands on your waist as your laughter subsided.

“What? Don’t like them?” You quipped, rolling your hips against him as you bit your lip.

“No, I love them.” He replied, closing his eyes as you continued your movements.

“Thought so.” You spoke, kissing him slowly. The slow kiss grew needier as Loki helped guide your movements over him causing you to moan into the kiss feeling him bucking his hips up into you. Pushing him against the bed, you continued to straddle him as you removed your top. Lokis hands roamed over your body before he unclasped your bra, slowly pulling the straps down. He looked up at you as your breasts bounced as he bucked his hips up into yours. You could feel his erection pressing against your core through your clothes. Desperately needing to feel him against you properly, you unbuttoned your jeans before Loki assisted you with pulling them down as well as your underwear, lifting one knee at a time. You didn’t even bother to take them off all the way. Rolling you over, Loki flipped your positions so that he was above you. He unbuttoned his own trousers, pulling them down enough to free his erection. His lips were back on yours and you felt his cock nudging your entrance as he leaned down on top of you resting the his forearms either side of your head.

“Pleaseee.” You whined trying to push yourself closer towards him.

“So in your most needy state, you’d resort to begging.” He spoke seductively.

“I wonder what you’d do?” You teased, licking your hand before you reached between you both and wrapped your hand around Lokis cock.

“Naughty.” He spoke breathlessly, closing his eyes.

“Wanna fuck me?” You said seductively.

“Y-yes.” Loki answered as you continued to stroke him.

“Well beg.” You replied smugly.

“Y/n.”

“Beg Loki.”

“Pleaseeee y/n.” He almost whined.

“Come onn, you can do better than that.” You replied, quickening your movements.

“Please, please, pleaseee let me fuck you.” He pleaded.

“I prefer the term making love.” You smiled before guiding him towards your entrance, head falling backwards as he thrusted into you. A string of incoherent moans left your lips as he continued moving in and out of you bringing you both closer to release. Leaning down, he sucked harshly on your neck. You wrapped your arms around his back, needing to feel him closer. Your name escaped his lips like a honeyed prayer as he rutted into you. “Ohh yesss.” You moaned.

“Always so, soo good for me.” Loki praised, eyes closed as his mouth fell open in rapture.

“Don’t stop dontttt stoppp.” You begged, feeling yourself nearing your climax.

“You like that?” He grinned slightly, grounding his hips into yours.

“Yes yesss yesssss!” You practically screamed, digging your nails into his back as you came around his cock. Thrusting a few more times, Loki stilled before ejaculating inside of you. Once you were both breathing once again, falling from the precipice, he collapsed next to you. “I think we’re really good at sex.” You breathed, eyes closed.

“I think so too.” Loki answered, placing a kiss on your forehead.

Needed something in the background yesterday when I was with my mum talking. Stupidly decided on Crimson peak 🤣🤣 I actually forgot about this scene and the one with Edith. Very embarrassed

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