#my handwriting sucks lmao ignore it

[the-martyrfication-of-the-matron]

A little sketch of how Billy would (theoretically) look in my rewrite.

Like not immediately, the whole piercings, bad fashion and mullet combo happens way later on than what’ll be his first appearance.

But he’s half-Roma (more tanned than Wanda is because he actually goes outside sometimes), half-Jewish, though he is more in touch with his Jewish culture than his Roma culture. His style fluctuates often, but as his favourite superhero is a smidge bit edgy (and also his mother), he tends to lean more into that (hence the mullet and clothes). I would also imagine that he’d get tattoos if he thought his parents wouldn’t kill him for getting them done.

As a small contrast to my rewrite Wanda lore, it was Teddy that got Billy into piercings and all. Billy only ever gets his professionally done, though, because he loves Teddy but he would not trust him near his face with a needle.

[aeriona]

Sketchdump of speculative biology notes i’ve made recently for the children’s cartoon squid game.

You can read the alt descriptions if you wanna know the fish lore pspspspspsps

[bread-squid-uwu]

I KNOW THIS IS LIKE. REALLY CRINGE BUT THIS WAS ACTUALLY REALLY FUN SO, HERE IS WHAT I THINK SOME MYSTREET CHARACTERS HANDWRITING LOOKS LIKE.

Please PLEASE ignore how similar some letters and things are lmao, i did this all in one go and i suck at trying to change my own handwriting snkfghjsc

I AM CRINGE BUT I AM HAPPY.

Dantes is literally Awsten Knight, and Travis is literally just my own handwriting sshhh..

REBLOG WITH YOUR OWN !!! 🩵🩵

[reylyx]

Huskerdust comic (I imagine Angel thinks sharing ice cream is like the most romantic thing and while he's calm on flirty things, genuine fluffy romantic stuff gets him easily flustered)

(Gave up coloring bc it's so annoying and tedious)

Might re-draw this digitally, ignore how bad it is, made it during class LMAO

(My handwriting sucks so here's a transcript)

On the first panel everyone is celebrating after the battle with hell-cream.

Angel: Yeah, then I-

Angel drops his popsicle.

Angel: Damnit, my popsicle.

Husk sighed as he saw this, reaching his arm up to offer his ice cream to Angel.

Angel: Aw husky~

Angel: You didn't have to-

He's cut off by Husk shoving the ice cream in his face.

Husk: Just take it.

Angel: But then you won't any?

Husk: We can.. share, i guess... Just don't make a big deal out of it.

We see a shot of Husk and Angel both eating the ice cream as the others are standing in the back ground, Angel is eating fast and messy, Husk is slow and careful.

Husk: Leg's, you're covered.

Angel: Heh, oops.

Husk: C'mere

Husk gently pulled Angel down to his height and started to wipe away the ice cream. We see a shot of Angel's point of view, and then of how Husk sees it.

Husk(POV): He's a litteral 🌽 star, how did that fluster him?

[partycsincsill]

Entirely hand written oni lore cuz I don't like typing (sorry if my handwriting is a bit hard to read, the n-s and u-s tend to be pretty similar). If you spot any grammatical mistakes or misspellings plz ignore it I suck at English lmao

They are definitely a lot less animalistic and beast like than most people's headcanons but I like the idea of the oni being highly civilized intelligent beings

Also I was stupid and forgot to make a page on the differences of the powers but I'm too lazy to go back and do it so imma just drop it here

• all oni have destruction energy flowing through them but the capabilities and effects of this energy varies between the 3 main tribes and of course all of them can shapeshift to some degree

• black oni have the ability to bend the shadows and darkness as well as channel that energy completely raw causing chaos and destruction anywhere they go. Their control over shadows is pretty similar to Macaque's ability but when they are using it for movement they still have a shadow on the ground indicating their position therefore it is most optimal to use it in the dark

• blue oni can transform their destruction energy into a "purified" version which they can use for magic spells. While they are not able to control the darkness their spells and their more strategic approach to fights makes them formidable opponents

• lastly red oni can also "purify" their energy but their methods are different from blue oni's and the energy they end up with while works for spells to some degree but the main way they use it is to enhance their physical capabilities to the extreme

(fun fact: the abilities of the red oni were just a jumbled mess until now lmao)

That's all I think I appreciate if you have the patience to read through my infodump

[procrastinatingattorney]

my book of bill reactions!

Ford making regular appearances in the book like the fucking drama queen he is, complete with disapproving dramatic selfie god damn

Fucking ‘cipherholic’ and god damn jack skellington moth

Bribe me properly with a stan twins spinoff, old man

(listening to ghost tricks ost at the same time and this truly is a chicken kitchen page)

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That square image better not be fucking loss

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These codes with tiny font are such a pain lol, i’m using someone’s incomplete cipher on twitter and its kinda fun filling in the blanks

"Between lives"… so this is before the axolotl reincarnated him

Not the parallel universe where mabel OD-ed on smile dip

Kinda fun using the reflection on my phone to read the mirror page

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The first dream page and not ford and soos having light hearted shit while everyone else has nightmares (stan seeming to have a mix of the portal incident and the science fair) no mcgucket on that page for some reason tho– oh wait nevermind there's a full page for him and it freaks bill out

Oh there’s the oracle as an ex henchmaniac i think

bill's license plate being a ciphered ‘suck it’ …. So close to saying fuck

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“My hole could be yours”

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got to the advertised "extra journal 3 pages" and im fucking losing it omg

also the sixer nickname being used so much in the books and comics is almost funny when you realise that it was only used twice in the actual show

we finally got proper paranoid ford era content and its so painful its great

also god damn even before the paranoid era theres an entire section where bill was like "haha you should've eaten your twin" "haha if you ever met the monster who destroyed my dimension it'd eat you alive" mY GUY THE RED FLAGS

Not ford being told to see therapy way back in college omgggg

Baby stan twins in an ugly hannukah sweater omggggggggg

Oh wait i just realised the first page has some stuff cut from the leaked preview :((( rip no twins kicking the shit out of the statue and hitting it with a crowbar-- oop nevermind my pages were stuck together so i missed the first goddamn page

NO NOT THE FUCKING CRINGE ASS ANTI BILL SUIT WITH THE BRAIN,, FORD NO

SAHDSDHSAK THE EX WIFE JOKE- BUT NO NOT THAT BEING ANOTHER THING FROM THEIR FUCKING DAD

so glad that theres an entire section expanding on paranoid ford era

The joyride section holy fuck

Aw hell yeah the fucked up section which probably bumped this book to an older audience rating

Ford thinking that stan wouldn’t last if bill got into his mind when we have evidence that he has ridiculous amount of control over his mindscape….

Also him remembering what exactly stan looked like when he was begging for help and him using their childhood code…..

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Is the first fucking reference to the axolotl a coded hot sauce message ‘hotxolotl’ near the end of the fucking book

Been having the ghost trick on loop and the ending song playing as i get to the family section was great timing lol

Me throughout the entire book: boo there’s only a few pages mentioning stan

Me at the stan page:

but also then immediately going “oh shit he has the same handwriting as the bill font in the lost J3 pages” 

Also weh decoding stan’s cartoon censor swears which translates into ‘love ya bro’

(another weh at him signing off as stanley pines)

boo at the lack of acknowledgement of the ridiculous amount of control stan has over his mindscape tho

bill only mentioned him like once before the journal page sections because he's so mad lmao

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finished it!!! was worried too if it was gonna somehow ignore the whole axolotl being the one to let bill reincarnate thing but the ending really was it going rip bozo go to therapy

attempting the ciphers was pretty fun altho im sleepy and missed a few

(also same coin theory isn’t dead so im a-okay with this lol)

[lesbianrobotwizard]

Thinking about billy in injustice.

Maybe because he died while in his powered form he got kind of stuck between the living and the dead and now just wanders as a monument to the horrors of supermans regime.

I think he would be angry at first, angry at superman for killing him, angry at himself for being involved in the regime but he would be incredibly sad too, he would mourn his life and the choices he made that lead to his death, but eventually he would also be proud of how he listened to Harleys advice and stood up to superman and kickstarted the beginning of the end for the regime. 

[4giorno]

i havent drawn in two months so i wanted to do something a bit easier. this meme reminded me of iwaoi lmao

[choke-me-joey]

Carpe Diem pt 2

Pairing: Eddie Munson x female reader

Warning: SMUT (SERIOUSLY THIS IS JUST PURE PORN WITH SLIGHT ANGST MINORS DNI!!!!), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), p in v, squirting, oral (both f and m receiving), creampie, daddy kink, sex with feelings, it's got it all folks

Please read Part 1 before this!!

Not proof read lmao sorry I wrote this on my phone I am so down for this man I needed to get it out!! Reblogs and comments always welcomed 🖤

School tomorrow did suck. In fact it was one of the worst days of your high-school career to date, and that was saying something. When you pulled into the parking lot, your heart sank as you didn't see Eddie's van in your usual spots. It sank even lower when you caught sight of his empty seat in homeroom. Gareth and Jeff had both quizzed you on the absence of your best friend.

"Why do you assume I know where he is? I'm not his girlfriend," you'd snapped.

"Yeah, right," Gareth snorted, immediately shrivelling back in his seat when you glared at him.

"What's that supposed to mean?" You growl. Admittedly you weren't mad at him, but your bad mood was mostly from lack of sleep. Between anxiety fuelled nightmares of Eddie laughing in your face and vowing to never speak to you again, and your endless tossing and turning, you barely got any sleep.

Gareth and Jeff exchanged glances before both mumbling to not worry about it. They could tell you clearly weren't in the mood.

Your nerves and mood didn't improve throughout the day and when Eddie finally strolled into last period and took his usual spot next to your desk without even looking at you, you could've burst into tears on the spot.

As your history teacher turned to write on the board, a note landed on your desk from Eddie's direction. You uncrumpled it to read his surprisingly neat handwriting

You didn't need to respond.

The next forty minutes army-crawled by, your anxiety tying your stomach in knots as your leg bounced under your desk. You couldn't focus, your brain was swimming.

When the bell finally rang, Eddie couldn't have gotten out of that classroom quicker if he tried. You gathered up your things, shoving it all into your bag before heading out, and straight into the every day gridlock of the halls at the end of classes. The sweet Henderson kid from Hellfire Club, who clearly had a crush on you, did his best to grab your attention with a wave and a smile, but you ignored him and made your way to the parking lot, praying you didn't expel your lunch over the tarmac.

Eddie leaning up against his van waiting for you, a cigarette hanging out of his mouth and his arms folded across his chest. When he spotted you approaching, he tossed the cigarette on the ground, putting it out with his foot, and locked eyes with you. He nodded his head towards the van and the both of you got in.

The drive back to Eddie's trailer was a long, quiet one with only the sounds of the mixture you'd made him for his birthday playing in the background. You shifted uncomfortably in the passenger seat.

"Eddie, I-"

"Not now, Y/N." Eddie's voice was almost strained, as if he was trying to hold back from yelling or something. It was weird and didn't ease the tension in the van. You sighed.

"Look, if you're just gonna drive me back to your trailer, tell me you hate my guts and never want to see me again, can you just do it now and at least I can walk back to my car?"

Eddie swerves onto the side of the road and slams on the brakes, making you squeak in surprise.

"Y/N," he breathes, his voice almost dangerously quiet. "Are you fucking kidding me?!"

You blink at him, not knowing if you should speak or not. "You're my best fucking friend, Y/N, and last night...you kissed me. And you ran out on me."

"I'm sorry," you whisper. "I'm so sorry Eddie. I just...you told me to seize the day and I did and I know you don't like me that way-"

Eddie scoffs.

"Don't I?" He leans against the drivers seat arms folded again as he looks at you.

"D-dont you?" You question, your hands gripping the seat so hard you know they're turning white.

"Y/N, " Eddie sighs, placing his hands on the wheel and then resting his head on his hands. "I don't wanna talk about this in my goddamn van, okay? Let's just go back to my place, please?"

You nod, clutching your bag even tighter to your body. When Eddie finally pulled up to his trailer, you followed him in apprehensively, your heart going so fast you were sure Eddie could probably hear it.

You close the trailer door behind you, and Eddie goes straight to the fridge, sticking his head in there to scrounge one of his uncle's last beers.

You speak before you can think it through properly.

"Eddie, are you mad at me?"

Yikes. It sounds even stupider when you say it out loud. Eddie freezes with his head in the damn fridge. You hear him sigh.

"Mad?" He emerges from the fridge, two beers in one hand and pinching the bridge of his nose with the other. "Jesus, Y/N, I could never be mad at you, confused as all hell yeah, but never mad."

"Oh." The tension in the small trailer is suffocating. You watch Eddie crack open the two bottles, handing one to you and you both swig in silence, you standing in the lounge area and Eddie leaning up against the fridge. He rubs his hand over his face before speaking.

"Why did you run?"

"Because I was stupid." You whisper, staring down intently at the contents of your beer bottle. "Because I've fucked things up by-" here goes nothing. "-by falling in love with you."

Eddie chokes on his beer. "Y-you love me?!"

You nod, your eyes welling up with tears which you hastily wipe on the sleeve of your denim jacket. "I'm sorry."

Eddie doesn't respond. Instead, he places his beer bottle down and strides across the trailer towards you, placing his hands on either side of your head and kissing you, hard. Your beer bottle slips from your hands as you bring them up around his neck, kissing him back just as hard. It hits the floor with a thud and the liquid seeps out onto the musty carpet.

"Shit," you gasp, trying to pull away.

"Leave it," Eddie mumbles against your lips, spinning you around and backing you up into the kitchen and against the cabinets. The kiss deepens as Eddie presses his body against yours, making you shiver. "You're so fucking stupid, Y/N." He pants as you both pull away for air, your fingers gripping the front of his shirt. "Think I'd be this way with anyone else, hmm? It's you, Y/N, it's always been you since the moment I first laid my eyes on you." His lips attach to your neck, alternating between soft kisses and little sucks that make your knees tremble.

"W-why didn't you say anything?" You whimper, feeling as if you could melt into the floor as Eddie's hands come up into your hair and he kisses you once more, a mesh of tongue and teeth as the desperation between the two of you increases.

"Guess I'm fucking stupid too," he growls against your mouth. "Hated you walking away from me last night."

"I'm sorry," another whimper escapes your throat as Eddie's knee slots in between your thighs, applying a small amount of pressure right where you need it most. Your breath catches in your throat and you moan softly, shamelessly grinding your crotch on his leg. The friction of your jeans and his made your knees shake.

"Fuck," Eddie breathes, driving his knee further towards you. "Getting yourself off on my leg? You're filthy, sweetheart." He dives in for another kiss, this time more heated, more desperate if that was even possible. "My filthy girl." Eddie growls possessively as he trails kisses down your jaw and neck, nibbling at the sensitive skin there. You know your panties are drenched now.

"Y-your girl?"

"Mmhmm," Eddie mumbles against your skin, the vibration making you tremble. He then trails kisses back up your neck and jaw, returning to your mouth. "Should've said something a long time ago, I love you, Y/N, fuckin' crazy about you-"

You cut him off by pressing your lips against his once more, tasting the new yet familiar flavour of him, your Eddie. He groans, his hands coming down to grab the fat of your ass and pull you even closer to him if that was possible. Your bodies begin to move in tandem with each other, both of you desperately seeking friction and some kind of relief. Your hand snakes down between the two of you and cups Eddie's now very prominent cock through his jeans, squeezing gently and rubbing.

"Fuck, sweetheart," Eddie breathes, and his head drops to your shoulder. Your hand moves to undo his belt and he grabs your wrist. You look up at him in confusion. "What, you think I'm gonna bend you over my uncle's kitchen counter the first time we do this? No way, pretty girl, we're doing this properly." Still holding on to your wrist, he leads you into his bedroom, kicking the door shut behind you. You'd been here thousands of times before, but now it felt different, unfamiliar. Eddie notices your anxiousness. "Hey, we don't have to do anything you don't want to, baby, okay?"

"No, I want to, I really, really want to," you reassure him, pecking his lips softly. "I'm just...nervous. It's been a while, and the last few times weren't exactly....good."

"Baby, it's just me, okay?" Eddie cups your face gently. You nod. "And besides, when I'm done with you, you'll forget about anyone else who's ever fucked you before me."

"Big talk, Munson," you smirk and he returns it.

"I got the skills to back it up, princess."

You squeal as he throws you down onto his bed, peeling his shirt off and throwing it at you playfully. You catch it and fling it back at him. He chuckles and throws it to the side, kicking off his shoes and taking yours off before crawling on top of you.

Your hands immediately go to his bare skin as he kisses you again, nails raking over his chest and trailing over his faint abs. When you reach the patch of hair leading into his jeans, he curses into your mouth and you feel his cock flex under his jeans.

"I havent even touched you yet," you giggle.

"I know, just been thinkin' about this for so long," he rasps, glaring at you as you raise your hips up so your covered pussy grinds against his cock. "Quit trying to make me cream my pants, you brat."

"Shut up and take my clothes off." You grin devilishly, no longer feeling shy or nervous. Eddie had that effect on you, and this all felt so natural now; you didn't know why you were nervous in the first place.

Eddie chuckles again, tapping your thigh lightly in a teasing spank. You sit up and allow him to peel off your shirt, and he groans appreciatively at the black lacy bra you had on underneath. "Looks better off," you say, reaching behind you and unhooking it, sliding it off your body and allowing your tits to bounce free.

"Holy fucking shit, you're right," Eddie groans again, and you swear you hear his breath hitch as you bring one of his hands to your boob. You lie back down, allowing him to cup your tits in his hands, running his thumbs over your budding nipples. "Fuck, they're even better than I imagined."

"Yeah?" You grin slyly, but the shyness quickly drops away as Eddie leans down and takes your nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue over it. "Shit, Eddie-"

He moans, taking his mouth from one nipple to the other, his fingers toying with the neglected one, making your back arch off the bed. "E-Eddie, please, baby-"

"Want something, princess?" He returns that devilish grin of yours from earlier. "As much as I love hearing you say my name like that, you're gonna need to use your big girl words."

"Touch me."

"I am, pretty girl," he smirks, giving your nipple a pinch and relishing in the whine you let out. "Or do you want me to touch...here?" He cups your pussy through your jeans; you're suprised your jeans aren't soaked from how much you're throbbing.

"Fuck, Eddie, please!"

"Alright, seeing as you asked so nicely, baby. Want me to take my pants off too, hmm?"

You nod, reaching down and flicking his belt buckle open. He laughs at your eagerness, undoing the button of his jeans, unzipping and pushing them down, kicking them off to join his shoes and shirt. You bite your lip at the sight of his plaid boxers, tented where his cock was desperately seeking attention. He follows your eyeline, grinning as he palms himself through his boxers. "Patience, baby, you'll get to touch me soon, let me love on you a little bit first, okay? Wanna taste you."

You shiver at his words, and nod, raising your hips again to allow him to undo and slip your jeans off your hips and down your legs. "Fuck, baby, you're soaked already," Eddie runs two fingers over the damp panel of your underwear. "This all for me?"

"Yeah, s'all for you Eds." You whine, your cheeks flushing as he removes your underwear, discarding it and spreading your legs open wide, admiring your cunt which was now glistening with arousal.

"Holy shit," Eddie chokes out a moan, his cock jumping visibly. "Fuck, sweetheart, you've got the prettiest pussy I've ever seen, shit..." He trails off as he runs a finger up and down your soaking folds. You cry out as he then pushes a finger inside you. "Oh my god, Y/N, you're so fucking tight. Gonna have to warm you up to take my cock."

"Yes, yes, Eddie, please-"

"Hm, I like it when you beg, sound so fuckin' pretty," Eddie positions himself between your legs. "Bet you taste fuckin' pretty too-"

Your hand flies to his hair, grabbing a fistful of it as he licks a slow, agonising strip up from your soaking hole to your swollen clit, circling the bundle of nerves and groaning at the taste of you. He alternates between sucking and licking your clit, making your legs shake. You were so close already. It's almost like he can sense it, as he slides two fingers inside you slowly, waiting for you to adjust before angling them upwards, almost instantly finding that spongy spot inside you. You pull on his hair as you let out a wail of his name, and he has to grind down into the mattress for some relief from his now almost painful cock.

"Eddie, fuck, s'close, make me cum, please, please make me cum Eddie-" You're babbling now as Eddie fucks you with his fingers, perfectly nudging that spot every single time. You've never felt like this before, the feeling that was washing over you was so intense you felt as if you were going to pass out. "W-wait, Eddie, feels weird-" you shift nervously, feeling as if you needed to pee.

Eddie smirked against you, hammering your cunt harder and circling your clit faster. You tugged his hair again in warning, unable to hold back any longer.

"Eddie! Eddie oh my god, oh my fucking god, I'm cumming!" You scream, your entire body flooding with pleasure as your orgasm washes over you with an intensity you've never known. A clear stream of liquid gushes from your cunt, soaking Eddie's face and the bedsheets below him. The sound that leaves your mouth is heavenly and Eddie commits it to his brain forever. Your entire body is shaking as Eddie continues to fuck you with his fingers through your orgasm, until you start trying to scramble away from him. "Holy shit, oh my god, too senstive Eds-" you pant, whimpering as he pulls his fingers out from you and partly cleans them off. You grab his hand and pull his fingers into your own mouth, tasting yourself.

"Fuck, you little minx, you're lethal, y'know that?" Eddie grins, his face flushed and gleaming with your cum. "Never thought you were a squirter, princess."

"N-never done it before," you gasp, still trying to catch your breath. "Fuck, Eddie, you're amazing."

"Heh, ain't seen nothing yet, baby." Eddie sits up on his heels, his cock staining his boxers with a considerable amount of precum.

"Neither have you," you grin, regaining some composure enough to sit up and push his boxers down, spitting into your hand and grasping his cock, stroking it slowly. His hips jerk into your hand and he lets out a soft moan. "Fuck me, you're huge."

"Think you can take it, pretty girl?"

"Fuck yeah," smirking, you bend down and take his cock into your mouth, suckling at the head and tasting him.

"Jesus Christ, baby, that mouth...feels so fucking good!"

You moan in agreement, making him hiss at the feeling before taking more of him in until he's hitting the back of your throat. You relax and take him further, gagging initially but eventually deep throating him. "Fuck, oh fuck, are you serious right now?! Oh my god, fuck, Y/N, you're perfect, so fucking sexy, so beautiful-" he's babbling away above you, his hands running through your hair and gathering it into a ponytail. You come up for air, a string of saliva connecting your lips to the shining head of his cock. He could have cum on the spot right there and then from the way you looked up at him through your lashes and smiled. " Fucking Christ, baby, if you keep sucking my cock like that this'll be over before it's even begun. Lie down, sweetheart, and spread those pretty legs for me."

You do as you're told, lying on your back, spreading your legs so he can see every little bit of your inviting pussy. He swears under his breath, pumping his cock a few times before reaching into his bedside drawer. You stop him.

"Birth control, big boy,"

"Holy shit," Eddie's brain was swimming. He's fucked other girls before, sure, but never without protection. He couldn't think of a more perfect person to do this with for the first time. "You sure, angel?"

"Yes, Eddie, now fuck me before I do it myself," you groan, impatient, your cunt throbbing waiting to be stretched out by him. He chuckles, positioning himself over you.

"You're gonna have to show me that sometime," he says in a teasing tone, dragging himself over your puffy folds, drenching his cock in your arousal. He kisses you deeply, full of love and affection as his cockhead pushes slowly into you, stretching you deliciously. "Fuuuuuck, baby, you're so tight, Jesus"

"More, Eddie," you gasp, pulling him in deeper as you wrap your legs around his waist. "Need you."

"You got me, baby, ain't never letting you go now," Eddie brushes some hair away from your face and your eyes lock as he finally bottoms out inside your perfect pussy, your walls gripping him like a damn vice. You raise your hips up, trying to get him to move and he groans,dropping his head to your shoulder. "Christ, give me a minute, trying not to blow my load too early but your-fuck-pussy is too fucking good!"

You can only moan in response, the stretch of his cock and how full you felt was all you could think about. Your brain was on a constant loop of Eddie, Eddie, Eddie, barely able to register what was happening, what was finally happening.

Eddie finally started to move, dragging his cock in and out of your gummy walls, stuffing you full and making you see stars with every bump to your cervix. Your moans were ridiculously loud, over the top even, but it was the sweetest fucking music to Eddie's ears as you clung to him, whimpering, moaning his name.

He angled his hips just right, and before you could stop it, your mouth opened-

"Daddy!" You groaned, your eyes rolling back as he stroked your g-spot.

"Fuck!" Eddie swore loudly, stilling himself. "Y-you can't do that to me, sweetheart, I'm about to bust as it is-"

"I'm sorry-"

"Don't apologise baby," Eddie kissed you sweetly. "Want daddy to fuck you, yeah?"

"Yes, yes, fuck me daddy, please!"

"Good girl." Eddie placed your legs on his shoulders, fucking into you with deep, hard strokes.

You were a mess, feeling another orgasm already building as you reached down to stroke your clit. "Got another one in there for me, baby? Gonna cum on daddy's cock?"

"Uh-huh" you replied dumbly, moving your fingers quicker on your swollen clit.

"Fuck, I'm not gonna last," Eddie groaned, his head tilted back towards the ceiling as your pussy tightened around him. "W-where do you want me to cum?"

"Inside!" You yelped "Cum inside me!"

"Oh shit, fuck, m'gonna cum, fuck baby come on, cum with me, gonna cum inside this pretty pussy-"

You scream as another orgasm rips through you, creaming around Eddie's cock as your body convulses with it. Eddie practically bends you in half, chasing his own release with sloppy, uncoordinated thrusts until he empties himself inside you with a grunt, painting your gummy walls with sticky, hot cum. The flexing of his cock inside you is almost enough to trigger another orgasm for you, if you weren't so wiped from the first two.

He lets your legs down before collapsing on top of you, both of you struggling to catch your breath. His hair flops all over your face, causing you to break the silence with a giggle.

"Eddie, your hair!"

"Mm, sorry princess, y'gonna have to put up with it, m'never leaving this sweet pussy," he mumbles, mostly into your chest.

"Eddiiieee"

"Nope." He lifts himself up, peppering kisses over your chest, collarbones, shoulders, neck and finally onto your lips. "I love you, Y/N Y/L/N."

"I love you too, Edward Munson."

"Edward?! Really?! After I just rocked your damn world, you gotta hit me with Edward?!" He grimaces and you laugh. He pulls out of you slowly, and you immediately mourn the loss of fullness and closeness. "I know baby, but I gotta clean you up, you made a mess."

"I made a mess?! Eddie, your cum is literally leaking out of me right now!" You laugh, throwing a pillow at him.

"So hot," he grins, that big cheesy, dopey grin that makes your heart and pussy flutter. He pulls his boxers back on and then dips out of his room, returning not 2 minutes later with a damp wash cloth. He passes you one of his Dio shirts and a pair of his boxers to slip on after he gently cleans your wrecked pussy.

Once you're clean and dressed, he pulls you up, stripping the bed of the sex stained sheets and replacing them, before pulling you back down to lie with him. You rest your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as he runs his fingers through your hair. Your eyes are starting to drift shut as he speaks.

"Carpe diem, right?"

"Carpe fuckin' diem." You mumble happily nuzzling into your Eddie's chest before drifting off to sleep.

There's that smile, you know he's looking at you all dopey like this after sex

[queersturbate]

i call this ‘Oh Fuck’ thanks

[cartoonsaint]

Half Life VR But the Ai they r soulmates au lmao ok let's gooo

soulmate AUs usually make me scroll away very quickly but this concept kept makin me laugh. so! (i will not give this its own googledoc. I Will Not) uh self-loathing warning jic but i wrote this for the goofiness of it i swear

Gordon is always the most well-traveled person in any group that cares to have him (of which there aren't that many, to be honest — Gordon knows he's not to everyone's taste. Whatever. It totally doesn't bother him). He's been all around the states, of course, as well as back and forth across the upper and lower borders, but that's not all: he's hit almost every continent, more countries than he can keep track of without a spreadsheet, and easily over a hundred different individual airports.

He doesn't even really like to travel. Given the option he'd much rather stay home and veg out, or play old video games, or make miniature models, or — anything, really. And anyways airports suck. They're weird, cold purgatories at the best of times, but over the past decade or so they've become a special kind of personal hell for Gordon, one steeped deeply in disappointment.

It's just... the phrase on his arm, man. Not handwriting like everyone else's, but in pixel-perfect Speedwriter font (he'd obsessively tracked it down as soon as he could, obviously). Not the standard black but a weirdly intense deep blue, like it'd been color-picked from a digital paint palette instead of anything in nature. Not spaced normally, but with a weird line break in it like whoever would one day say it to him couldn't even remember the fucking words. His stupid soulmark:

can i see your passport?

So nearly a decade of airport travel in the hopes of finally meeting that special someone, the one person who would get him, who would love him despite the fact that it's — well, despite the fact that it's him — the past decade has been an extremely depressing disappointment, and an expensive one at that.

Gordon's still holding out hope, of course, but he's got, like, zero dollars and anyways he needs a break from holding his breath at the approach of every travel agent. Honestly, he's got like a pavlovian response to a man in air uniform these days, and that response is part pleasepleaseplease? please this time please? and part I already know your soulmark won't say what I say oh god what the fuck am I even doing what's the point of all this no one's ever gonna want to be with me that's why my soulmark's so fucked it's because I'm so fucked and oh my god is that a Cinnabon over there it smells so good but they never taste as good as they smell oh fuck is this a. What do you call it — a simile? A metaphor? Am I a cinnabon??

...or something along those lines, anyways.

The nice thing about Black Mesa — besides the fact that they pay him obscenely, suspiciously well, like, secretly-an-evil-organization kinda pay, but he's ignoring that for now — the nice thing is that at least he knows he won't be unlucky in love here. Hardly anyone talks to him, and those that do certainly wouldn't bring up passports out of the blue in their small talk. At Black Mesa, Gordon knows he can just focus — buckle down and do some rad(/mad) science without worrying about whether maybe this next person, maybe finally, maybe today he'll find the one person in the world who will really, truly love him.

Yep! Definitely don't need to look into that horrible abyss of desperation at his core, no siree, he'll just keep his head down and think about how the Riemann hypothesis might affect short-distance teleportation.

Or, depending on the day, instead he'll get suited up in a heavy-duty radiation suit and prepare to push a freaky glowing sample of otherworldly crystal into a laser.

Gordon tugs at the collar of his bulky HEV suit, grimacing at how tightly the undersuit clings to his neck. At least he doesn't have to wear the helmet until he gets in the test chamber; he holds it against his hip with his other hand for now as he clangs obnoxiously through the hallways, his bright orange suit attracting the eyes of every person who sees him.

He wants to shrink under the unwanted attention but that's not possible in an outfit like this. He takes a deep breath and reminds himself: "Come on Gordon. Just grin and bear it for a few more hallways. You're doing fine. "

And hey, what the fuck, he totally is. He's wearing what he's supposed to, doing what he's supposed to, being Black Mesa's good little boy, so why the hell is everyone looking at him anyways? He's allowed to be here just as much as anyone else! The HEV suit definitely wasn't made for swaggering but he nearly manages it, getting into the swing of things as he heads for another day of probably-evil-science for his probably-evil-sugar-daddy-slash-research-center-workplace. He even manages to call out to the people rude enough to stare at him as he passes, holding his head high as he greets them.

The point is: he's got other things on his mind when the security guard calls after him, so much so that he almost doesn't register what the guy says — but there's something about the guy's tone, or the look in his eye, or the fact that the security guard uniform could be an airline uniform if you squinted and were as desperate Gordon has always been —

"hey," the guard says, stumbling after him.

"Huh?" Gordon says. Greetings don't count for soulmarks, some stupid part of his brain pipes up, which is totally not relevant, brain, come on. Gordon shakes his head a little, focuses. "Huh? What's, what's wrong, sir?"

So he's just totally unprepared for this fat little dude whose face is mostly in shadow to open his mouth and say, "can i see your." And then a pause, a line break, that has Gordon's brain and body both tense up and he could swear he smells ozone like lightning is about to strike, and is this — this isn't — no fucking way —

"passport?"

IF U... WANNA WRITE THE NEXT FEW HUNDRED WORDS...... DM ME LOL [part two here] complete on AO3!

[atsumus]

Tagged by @iamthefacebehindthemask & @himiko-toga thank you <3

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[iamanartichoke]

thor, guardians of the galaxy, avengers: age of ultron, avengers: endgame,

thor - do you ever write by hand? when and why?

Not generally, no. My brain moves faster than my hand can write, and also after an embarrassingly short time my hand will start to hurt, so it’s just a frustrating process all around. 

That said, I’ll write by hand if I have no other choice - like if I need to scrawl an idea down on a napkin or scrap paper or whatever. I will also occasionally write a scene out by hand if I am having trouble with it; something about handwriting it seems to give my brain a little jolt and then I can usually fix whatever it was I was having trouble with. 

guardians of the galaxy - be honest. would you want someone from marvel to read your fics?

My initial reaction was no but, actually, I suppose it would depend on who from Marvel it was. If it’s someone who wants to offer me a job? By all means, have at it. If it’s someone like Tom? Absolutely not. 

avengers: age of ultron - what do you do when you get negative feedback?

I honestly rarely - if ever - get negative feedback. I mean, occasionally I’ll get a “hmm I think I would have preferred if Loki did xyz” which doesn’t really bother me (I tend to think okay, cool, that’s you; thanks for the comment tho) but that’s about all I can remember. I did get a kinda rude “umm we’re waiting for an update” on StFB awhile ago, lmao, which is just - girl, same. 

If I were to ever get some seriously negative feedback - either a hate comment, or a bunch of concrit, or whatever - I want to say I wouldn’t let it get to me. I went to grad school for writing, which I only mention bc it means I’ve sat through more workshops consisting of my classmates tearing my shit apart than I can count. (I say “tearing apart” but it was always respectful constructive criticism, not hate or anything.) I learned years ago not to take concrit personally, and also to take it with a grain of salt - like, if I get some concrit that’s way off the mark or whatnot, I’m pretty good at ignoring it. 

That said, fanfic isn’t a writing workshop and I’m not submitting my work for concrit purposes, so any I got would be unsolicited and that would annoy me a lot. Depending on what the criticism was, it might sting; I’m more fragile now than I was in grad school (it’s just been a long time since I’ve been workshopped). If it were outright hate, then it would definitely hurt my feelings - less bc they didn’t like the fic and more bc they went out of their way to make me feel bad bc they didn’t like it. If that makes sense. 

avengers: endgame - here is your opportunity to rant about how AWFUL endgame’s ending was. (or, if you liked it, explain why!)

I mean ... 

#charlotte bitches about endgame 

My Endgame hate has its own tag, lmfao. Not just the ending, either; the entire movie was a giant fucking mess. I don’t even know how to summarize how bad it was - all I can think of is that gif where it’s like “amazing, every single thing you said was wrong” except it’s “every single thing you came up with was shit.” 

The time travel didn’t make sense. The directors and writers couldn’t even agree on how it worked. Steve’s ending was a travesty. The treatment of Thor’s depression/mental health was wrong on so many levels. How exactly did Steve get the infinity stones back to their original places (especially the Aether)? Nonsensical. I don’t know wtf was going on with Clint’s murder plot or why everyone was cool with it. Natasha. The end battle literally only happening bc an alternate universe Thanos showed up - like, it wasn’t even the original Thanos who did the Snap in the first place! Etc, etc. 

 ... Yeah. That movie sucked, lmao. 

Thank you for the ask! 

mcu fanfiction ask game.

[princesskokichi]

kokichi’s birthday with is s/o

I PRAY YOU WERE READING FOR READING BECAUSE UHM 3K WORDS BABIIEE :D i got excited i’m so sorry

i found myself at 2k before i knew it and tried not to drag on for too long, but as you can see, that didn’t happen. so now there’s just this really long post about kokichi’s birthday and i’m kind of in love with it ngl

i don’t think i necessarily did the request either, i think i did a lot more omg i hope that’s alright with you kokichi simp anon 

also he is slightly aged up here !! by three to five years at least.

his personality is a lot more chill here because he’s not in a killing game which stretches his lying habit to an extreme to keep him afloat in his lies

in this he’s just kind of a slightly rude mouthed tsundere boy ?? and i vibe heavily with older kokichi - mod kokichi

- his birthday this year was such a treat

- honest to god he will likely never forget this birthday for as long as he lives

- and the weirdest thing is that ??? not much even happened that day

- but at the same time it was like everything was happening

- you typically go all out on his birthday by planning elaborate surprises later in the afternoon to blow him away

- and it works every time

- but this birthday was a little different, and a lot more subtle

- he woke up with you right beside him in bed, sleeping peacefully with your arm lazily wrapped around his waist like you two normally slept

- you were so stunning, even when wearing his faded old tee from a band he used to like and your mouth slightly opened with a bit of drool

- he was tempted not to move because he knew you would halfway wake up

- and he just knew that once you woke up and remembered his birthday, you wouldn't be able to fall back asleep and would insist on waking up with him

- he did find it a little odd that you were asleep still though

- usually, when something exciting is happening, you have trouble falling asleep and become a very light sleeper

- so for you to be as deep asleep as you were, it was certainly uncommon

- even though it was his birthday and his inner child wanted the attention on him immediately, he let you sleep

- very VERY carefully, he slid off and away from the bed

- trying really hard to step lightly so the floorboards didn't creak under his feet

- he left you in the bed while he went to brush his teeth and start his morning doing whatever he wanted

- it wasn't often he had a morning to himself, since you usually woke up before him

- he really didn't know what to do without you to fill his morning with your horrible morning breath and low voice as you mumbled

- so he opted for walking around the house, inevitably going into the kitchen

- and then he saw it

- a very tiny but elaborately designed cake, with his birthday and name written in your handwriting when you tried to write fancily

- his heart swelled a little inside as he walked up to it and read the card you'd made for him out of really nice looking origami paper

- " happy birthday baby! i hope today is the best birthday ever. i don't have a lot planned, but i still want to make it super special for you. you deserve the entire world, and i know one day you'll get it because the king always gets what he wants ! i love you so much kokichi, and thank you for being my crazy perfect little boyfriend. -s / o "

- you'd drawn a chibi of him and you together snuggling on the side with flower crowns

- ah, flower crowns were something that you taught him how to make on your third date together

- he hugged the card to his chest, holding onto as if it were his lifeline

- he noticed a yellow sticky note hidden poorly behind the cake, picking it up

- " p.s. don't think i've forgotten about your gift ! you have to find it tho, its somewhere in this house. your hint is that we had our first kiss there. that was so hella awkward, wasn't it ? But to be honest, i couldn't stop thinking about it for days,, - s / o "

- he just stood there for a moment, trying to think about that day

- he had taken you to his apartment because you had tripped and hurt yourself at the park

- you looked just as beautiful back then as you did now,,

- you had teared up slightly because there was a lot of blood, even though the cut itself wasn't that bad

- after he had you bandaged up on the couch in the living room, you and him decided you would spend dinner together

- when it was time to leave, you sat on the couch, while he was joking around and standing on the table next to it so he could be tall

- he had warned you beforehand that if you didn't move, he was going to jump and kiss you

- you took his bluff and didn't budge

- he freefalled, letting gravity hit you with the reality that he wasn't lying

- yeah, right there on the couch while you were sitting, he kissed you for the first time

- out of shock, you had disconnected the kiss and leaned back, surprised and touching your bottom lip

- kokichi remembered being able to see the cogs in your head turning as you sat there and stared at him for longer than a minute

- and then you'd grabbed his jacket, pulling him close to you and reinitiating the kiss

- did your actions that night make god frown ?

- yeah, probably

- but, even now, when thinking about he couldn't help but get a little red in the face thinking about it

- you'd only ever been that bold a few times in this relationship

- and each time was because he either teased you relentlessly over stupid, romantic stuff

-or it was a new point in the relationship that you were more than ready to reach

- s / o : " ah, mornin' baby, how do you like ? "

you scratched the back of your head lazily, more than a little content to rest your head on his shoulder, no matter how far down you had to bend to reach it

- wrapping your arms around his torso, you smiled a little at the sticky note in his hand

- s / o : " i totally forgot i did that. "

- kokichi : " you've done a lot of lame things that sound like they come out of a bad romance movie, but this is probably one of the most cheesy things you've ever done. "

- s / o : " do you like it ? "

- kokichi : " yes. yes i do. but you're going to have to do better than this because i already figured out the first hint. "

- s / o : " what is it ? "

- kokichi : " the couch, duh. you had been so horny like woah close your legs we'd only been dating for about four months. "

- s / o : " i was horny for love, not sex. there's a difference. it wasn't my legs that i opened, it was my heart, dumdum. "

- kokichi : " PLEASE DON'T CALL ME DUMDUM YOU KNOW IT MAKES ME CRY - "

- you let go of him, laughing softly

- s / o : " once you find your present, i'll let you have a bite of cake. "

- kokichi : " a bite ? what's going to happen to the rest ? "

- s / o : " i baked it so it's mine, duhh. "

- you flicked his forehead, to which he lowkey cutely flinched back and put his hand over where you hit

- kokichi : " you're on my nerves today, you know that ? "

- s / o : " well, someone's gotta annoy the annoying one. "

- FUCK HE IS IN LOVE WITH YOU -

- kokichi : " i'm just going to finish this quickly so i ruin your plan of keeping me busy all day. "

- s / o : " since you're so smart, i dare you to try to find it in twenty minutes or less "

- you set a timer, and watched as he scrambled to find all of the clues to find the last hiding spot

- yeah, it would have been easier for him to just search the entire house, but then what's the fun if you can't play the game ?

-  he decided to indulge you

- he was having fun lmao

- after he went to the couch, he found the sticky note that asked him where they got caught having a,, moment,,, by your parents

- " heyy, kokichi !! remember that time wE were making out and my parents walked in because they were visiting ? i hated it !! do you remember where that happened ? i do !! - s / o "

- against the refrigerator, of course

- he passed you in the kitchen

- you were sitting at the table, just watching him with such amusement

- s / o : " you're always throwing me for games. now i understand how it feels to be in your shoes. "

- kokichi : " oh haha, you suck at being me. "

- s / o : " do i ? then why is there only ten minutes left for you to find your gift ? "

- kokichi : " no way. "

- s / o : " yeah, seriously. you're horrible at this game. "

- kokichi ignored you, checking the refrigerator for another note

- didn't see a sticky note on the front, but the moment he opened it, a bright yellow sticky note glared at him

- " kokichi !! Do you remember when you gave me the promise rings ? it was such an out of character thing for you to do, i was wondering if there was something wrong with it at first and was hesitant to put it on. and now i sleep with it on. ahh, it feels like we're already married, doesn't it ? - s / o "

- kokichi looked back at you as you sipped on your morning drink

- s / o : " gosh, kokichi, i just wanna say that you are the cutest person in existence, so thank you for that. "

- kokichi : " uh-huh. now tell me where the next clue is. "

- s / o : " you're just so,, ugh ! i love how much of a snuggle bug you are. "

- kokichi : " you're not helping your case. i may just sit here and listen to you being cringy. "

- s / o : " do you think me telling the truth embarrasses me ? pitiful. "

- kokichi : " no wait go back to complimenting me. "

- s / o : " aaah, you're so cute !! and thoughtful in your own way. very unique too. the perfect mix of stupid and reasonable. "

- kokichi : " the compliments are starting to get really backhanded. "

- you both stood there for a second, staring at each other and giggling under your breath

- he leaned over quickly and kissed your cheek, escaping fast

- but not fast enough

- you caught him by the sleeve of his jacket and pulled him back into your space, kissing your boyfriend on the lips

- when he pulled away to breathe, he looked completely disheveled, and all he wanted now was to stay in your space

- s / o : " go on, find the gift. "

- kokichi : " no. "

- s / o : " then you'll just randomly find in in the coming week ? "

- kokichi : " yeah, pretty much. i'm boooorrrreedd, so do something to entertain me. "

- your arms were pleasantly resting on his hips, holding him in place as he watched you smile

- s / o : " no ! go find the gift. "

- you leaned into him, giving him another kiss on the lips, but this one was a peck and didn't last nearly as long

- kokichi whined. and he whined LOUDLY, but you were unmoveable in your resolve

- so eventually he had to give up and follow through with your plans

- kokichi : " oh, what's the time ? "

- s / o : " you still have eleven minutes left. "

- kokichi : " that's not possible. "

- s / o : " it is if you're a liar. "

- you did his little pose where he puts his finger over his mouth like " shh " and laughed, watching your boyfriend go from totally in love to Hella Annoyed in a matter of moments

- he headed into the bathroom where he had " proposed " to you with those promise rings

- you had been in the shower, ironically humming the tune to " say you won't let go " by james arthur

- so what's the best thing to do in this situation ?

- scare the crap out of you by singing with you and then pretend to propose, of course !! :D

- the plan worked perfectly, you had been successfully scared the crap out of and hella surprised

- you had admitted to him that you knew he wouldn't propose yet, but that the rings were an incredibly sweet gesture, even if they're presented in a comical manner

- you two both wear them every day as if they were real marriage rings

- at first it bothered him that he even had this idea, because it was such an,, adult step in the relationship

- but, as he thought about it, he realized that he was actually getting older. that these kind of things are,, normal of adults, right ?

- plus, he did want to marry you one day

- he really REALLY thought you were the one for him

- turns out, yeah, they are

- on the backside of the curtains, there was the final sticky note, which had nothing more than a heart on it

- after searching the bathroom up and down, he came back to you with his eyebrows knitted together

- kokichi : " unless toothpaste is the present, then i don't think you finished the game. "

- s / o : " yes i did, i gave you all of the hints you need. promise. "

- he stared at the notes in his hands, wondering what kind of stupid you were to think that they were finished

- and then he saw it, staring him right in the face

- B E D

- he gave you that smug look of " i know what you did, but i figured it out "

- and rushed to the bedroom

- but before he could get in, the bell rang on your timer

- s / o : " you didn't make it to the time love, i'm sorry about that hehe. but go. go find it. "

- kokichi looked through the bed, just to find a small box on your side of the bed

- he opened it to see a little pendant with both of your names in japanese and birthstones on a small silver chain

- it was dainty, and cute

- wow he was in love with it, and he didn't even really like necklaces that much

- s / o : " i know you once told me you didn't like necklaces that much, but it was either that or get something a stereotypical guy likes

- kokichi : " i think this is perfect, s / o. and you're right, i don't like necklaces, but fuck guy-things, that stuff is always weird. "

- after you put the necklace on him, he smiled gratefully

- s / o : " so, cake ? "

- kokichi stopped in his place, debating on it heavily, but opted to tackle you down onto the bed

- he wrapped his arms around you, not planning to let you go anytime soon

- kokichi : " not to be gross or anything but cuddles sound much better than cake. cake is for losers. "

- he did, indeed, have a piece of cake later into the day

- before that, you two ended up taking a nap together like that on the bed

- you were more than content to cradle your boyfriend and whisper soft, gentle words

- he genuinely sucks at staying still while cuddling, so he tries to fill up time before he got sleepy

- he would talk to you about whatever popped up into his mind

- which was usually how the world domination plan is definitely going exactly how he plans it

- starting with winning your heart, and then winning the worlds' hearts

- or kissing everywhere from your neck to your bellybutton

- just anywhere he could get his hands on, he would kiss you

- at the end of the day, this was his favorite birthday

- just spending time with the one he loves most and having them love him back in reciprocation

- you always made sure he was well cared for, but this was overdoing yourself

- he wanted to thank you, but didn't really know how to do so

- luckily, you understand him better than he thinks you do

- and you know that look on his face when his eyes are half-closed

- and he's got a smile on his face that he doesn't even realize he has

- that he's happy, even if he doesn't explicitly say it out loud to you

- you let him snuggle into your chest, hoping he could hear your heart

- his eyes began to get heavy, and as he listened to your gentle voice sway him into sleeping

- he really started to think about things, albeit in a half-asleep manner

- he'd grown up, and has since stopped lying as much just for a joke

- he wasn't exactly going to give up his boyish charms no matter how old he is by any means

- partly because he was so damn short it would seem weird to people if he didn't act like what he looked like

- but he was learning how to act like his age

- because he's growing emotionally as well as physically

- he's getting better at trusting people, and letting them know the true kokichi instead of a lie he fabricated to feel better behind a mask

- kokichi is learning that there are people out there that genuinely like to talk to him and want to be around him

- like you, his perfect partner,

- his partner that he plans to hold like this till death do them part, his angel, and saving grace,

- and the person whom he loves no matter how old he gets.

[steven-the-fucking-furry]

My hand slipped

// this is what happened righttttt lmao @steven-youniverse​

also ignore my handwriting it sucks ass 

[hajimesh]

lokasenna pt. 16

word count: 2.9k

pairing: jötunn!loki x healer!reader

summary: #drama #drama #drama

a/n: this is what y’all have been waiting for lmao masterlist can be found in my bio!

- Sextán - 

It was midnight.

Loki had tried to fall asleep with no success. All he could think of was you and the skin of your cheek under his lips which eventually led him to think about how your lips would feel against his. He knew how good your body fitted in his arms from all those times you had fallen asleep together but he wanted needed more.

And that led him to your chambers in the middle of the night.

You heard the knocks on your door as you lied on your bed, eyes fixed on the ceiling. You weren’t sleepy either, the touch of Loki’s lips against your cheek sending your mind into a frenzy every time you recalled the feeling.

Standing up from your bed, your bare feet padded against the cold floor until you reached the door and opened it, revealing the person you wanted to see the most.

“Loki?”

He looked a bit disheveled but before you could think of something else his hands flew straight to your cheeks, cupping your face between them as he walked inside, closing the door with his foot and pinning you against the wall.

“Tell me you don’t want this and I will stop.” His green eyes shone thanks to the moonlight, easily captivating you.

“W-what?” You barely managed to say, your mind hazy as the sudden closeness between your lips clouded it.

“I want to kiss you so badly.” His voice was hoarse, his throat dry from the sudden change in the atmosphere around you. “I’ve been wanting to for the longest time.” His eyes never left yours, wanting to show you what was he feeling through them. “May I?”

Your mind worked a thousand miles per second trying to grasp what the Hel was happening but with one look at his lips you immediately stopped it and whispered a very faint “Yes.”

He didn’t need to be told twice.

Loki’s lips captured your upper lip, sending jolts all over your body as your heart threatened to burst out of your chest. He lightly sucked on it before parting his lips so he could close them again but this time on your lower lip.

His mouth felt wonderfully against yours, his rapid breaths fanning over your mouth intoxicating you with his scent. You felt the tip of his tongue curiously wander between your parted lips and you opened them a bit more, granting him more access.

Your hands traveled from the side of his neck to the back of it, lightly scratching his scalp earning you a low moan from him which only managed to encourage you to deepen the kiss, your teeth grazing his lower lip.

Eventually, you had to part from each other but your faces remained close. He pecked your lips twice before fully separating himself from you.

“Darling,” his voice had gone down a few octaves, sounding deeper and raspier than before. “I like you.” The sight of his swollen lips made your chest fill with pride but when you heard what he said you couldn’t believe it. “A lot.”

You gulped, your mind was still foggy from the kiss and his presence. “A-are you serious?”

At this he frowned, creases appearing on his forehead and between his brows. “Why would I lie?”

You shook your head and then lowered it, crossing your arms in front of you and adopting a defensive posture.

“Hey,” grasping your chin he lifted it until he could look at your eyes, reading the truth in them. “You don’t believe me.”

He sounded defeated, the statement taking the excitement from the kiss away from his body and leaving an emptiness he didn’t like.

Raking your fingers through your hair you walked past him wanting to put a bit of distance between you. “I don’t even know what I am feeling, Loki.”

He would be lying if he said that your statement didn’t hurt him. “I cannot tell you what or what not to feel,” he said slowly, making sure you heard the truth in his words. “But if that kiss meant anything for you, then I will gladly wait until you’re ready.”

You dared to look at him and the intensity of his eyes caught you off guard, almost sending your heart into cardiac arrest as you tried to come up with something.

“I will let you rest,” he smiled, taking a hesitant step towards you. “Goodnight, dear.” Placing a kiss on your forehead, he said goodbye and turned on his heel, leaving the room.

And leaving a hole in your heart.

*     *     *     *

The next morning you woke up tired.

It had taken you a while to fall asleep, your mind replaying the kiss over and over again. You had no idea why you said those things when you knew you craved him. It was foolish from your part to try to deny the feelings you had been harboring for the past weeks and it didn’t help you had had a small crush on Loki during your younger years. Even then, you knew it was impossible so you had resigned yourself to admire from afar as he became a Prince.  

Trying to erase Loki form your mind, you thought it was best to get out of the bed and take a bath and that was when you noticed it.

Your sight was still a bit blurry from sleep but once you rubbed it away there was no way of not noticing the multiple bouquets and arrangements of flowers covering every surface in your room.

Your heart rate increased, slightly frightened as to why they were there and who had sent them. Once you were on your feet you walked slowly until you reached the closest bouquet which sat on the floor by the end of your bed. The flowers were incredibly beautiful, you had to admit it. Deep green leafs contrasted beautifully against the pale blue, almost lilac, flowers; and then you noticed the white envelope encrusted between them.

Wasting no time, you snatched it open and stared at the handwriting, your heart about to burst out of your chest.

One word was written on the envelope with cursive handwriting and it was enough to take your breath away.

Darling.

Your shaky fingers struggled to open the envelope and unfold the sheet of paper. Your eyes ran fast across the letter, swallowing every word before you even had time to process them and make out their meaning.

I don’t mean to impress you with these words but to show you my truth and honesty through them. I am very thankful for having you with me in this realm. I must admit, I wasn’t very fond of you at the beginning. My ego forbade me of it but as the days went by and I realized how foolish I had been, a sudden need to get to know you grew in my heart. Now I can say I long to be with you, you seem to run through my mind every hour of the day and our talks showed me how similar our brains work, you understand me as no one has done before. I owe you many apologies for my behavior; I was being ignorant and all I can do now is ask for your forgiveness and hopefully, you’ll allow me to make it up to you. You are a wonderful woman; you have saved me in ways I never thought possible and for that, I am forever grateful. Know that my heart belongs to you.

With love, Loki.

Your body gave up, falling on the mattress as the letter in your hand seemed to burn against your fingers. Reading it again, again and again; you waited for the words to dissolve, a mere trick of your imagination. Perhaps you were still dreaming?

But you knew it was very real and your mind was still trying to figure out how in Valhalla those words came out of Loki’s mind and decided to plaster them on paper for you to read.

If his words were true, if he was being honest as he had stated in the letter, then this might be your chance. This might be the proof you needed to take a step forward and admit your feelings without fearing rejection. But what would you do then? His place was on that throne and he was destined to marry Angrboda and even if it wasn’t her, some other giantess would take her place.

Either way, there was no place for you to be with him. Not in Utgard. If only you were in Asgard maybe things would be different.

You combed your fingers through your hair, trying to decide what to do next. Should you confront him? Or act as if nothing happened?

But you already knew what you wanted to do.

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“May I speak with His Majesty?” you asked the guard that stood at the gates of the throne room.

You quickly bathed and dressed after deciding it was best to talk things out with Loki. The yellow Asgardian dress you wore under the big coat of furs swished on the floor as you rocked on your heels, waiting for permission to go in.

“You may enter.”

Nodding your head at the guard, you thanked him before walking past the gates and entering the room. Your eyes immediately saw Loki’s figure sitting on his throne, his posture relaxed as he played with the fabrics of his

Once he noticed you, his eyes lit up and his posture straightened, the ghost of a smile appearing on his lips.

“Your Majesty.” You bowed before him under the gazes of a few Lords that lingered around the room, there was no sight of Angrboda, thankfully.

Loki signaled you to raise and with a flick of his hand dismissed everyone but you. “Leave us.”

The Lords curtsied and left and once the room had cleared, Loki descended the steps until he stood a few steps away from you.

“Hello, darling.” His smooth voice graced your ears as a bashful smile appeared on his mouth.

You mirrored his smile, your posture a bit stiff as you felt awkward around him after knowing the extent of his feelings for you. “H-hi.”

“You wished to speak with me?”

His tone almost sounded clueless, almost, which made the shyness you were feeling fade away to make room for annoyance.

“Don’t pretend you don’t know.”

Tilting his head to the side, he faked confusion. “Don’t know what?” But the glare you sent him made him break his façade and his once confused face turned into a grin. “All right, all right!” Your glare softened but you remained silent, waiting for him to say something. “Did you like the flowers?”

“They are very pretty, thank you,” you sighed, mentally preparing yourself for what was coming. “The letter,” you paused, fleetingly looking at Loki before switching your eyes to the wall behind him. “Do you really mean all of that?”

His mouth opened but he said nothing. His brows furrowed, examining you before letting out a breath and smiling softly.

“I do.”

Before any of you knew what was happening, you threw your arms around his neck, enveloping him in a hug. Your eyes closed once you felt him encircle his own arms around your waist and draw a deep breath.

Once you realized the boldness of your actions, you released your hold on him as quick as you could and you felt the familiar warmth burning on your face.

Shaking your head you started to apologize, the embarrassment turning into despair. “Apologies, I-”

But his lips collided against yours, successfully shutting you up. Your hand immediately grabbed him from the back of his head, your fingers curling around the hairs on his nape while his arms encased you and pulled your body against his.

You felt drunk, the kiss gentle yet passionate at the same time. His scent drowned your lungs and you could hear the inhales coming from his nose as he kept kissing you with such feverish you though you might pass out.

Pulling away softly, your eyes traveled to his eyes and saw nothing but affection, making your heart rate fly to the skies. His hands left your waist and enclosed around your hands, placing them on his chest.

Loki was smiling so big, crinkling eyes and his heart pounding wildly on his chest you could feel it. The thought of you reciprocating his feelings only added to his excitement and suddenly he found himself wanting to spend every minute of the day with you.

“Eat with me,” he said out of nowhere, clutching your hands closer to his chest. ”I will ask the cooks for an Asgardian breakfast and then we can spend the rest of the day in the library, there’s a book I’ve been meaning to show you and I know you will–“

“What is the meaning of this!?”

In the midst of his rambling, you missed the sound of the gates opening and heeled steps making their way towards you until it was too late. Angrboda looked furious, utterly livid as her eyes switched from you to Loki.

“Your Majesty!” The guard who had been standing outside scrambled to get up from the ground. By the looks of it, she had kicked him in a very unpleasant place.

But what surprised you was that as soon as she noticed the guard, she raised her hand and a second later the gates closed with a loud thud, leaving the guard outside pounding on the door and trying to open it.

Both you and Loki were caught off guard. The Jötnar are not very fond nor wield magic, a trait mostly reserved for the Aesir. You felt Loki’s posture stiffen as he took a step forward and placed you behind him.

Angrboda’s smile looked wicked. Her stormy eyes burning with something unrecognizable. “You are not the only one with access to magic, Loki Laufeyson.”

Her hand opened and a dagger materialized on it before lifting it and aiming it at you. She took a few steps closer and Loki took a step back, keeping you behind his form and preventing you from ending hurt.

The movement was not missed by the princess who growled in response. “It’s her,” she took more steps closer to you and Loki seemed ready to attack in case she tried something. “You want to marry her.”

“Put that down, immediately!” Not paying attention to her words, Loki yelled at her, wanting to avoid any fatal outcomes.

“No!” Her eyes glowed and her hair flew back, the veins on her neck protruding and the hand that held the dagger, which was still aimed at you, now trembled. “Not until you promise to marry me! It is my birthright to be Queen.”

The words were too familiar for Loki.

“Put the dagger down.”

Her breaths were ragged, the previously very good looking Princess now looked more like she had lost her mind. Her hair fell on her face, her eyes sunken and her skin had turned into a grey tone. She growled but you could see her hand slowly dropping and you felt yourself relax slightly.

Until she started running at you.

Loki easily intercepted her but she had collided with so much force against him he was left breathless. Angrboda wriggled around his arms, the dagger still in her hand and now aimed at his neck.

“I am the Queen!” She snarled and drew the dagger closer to Loki’s neck.

You felt helpless. You had nothing around you that could be of help, your magic was not powerful enough to use it as a weapon and as much as you knew the basics of combat your mind betrayed you. You thought you could help by walking around them, placing yourself behind her and hitting her from the back.

Unluckily she noticed and flew the dagger behind her, almost hurting you.

“Step away!” Loki yelled at you as he kept struggling to keep Angrboda still.

She lifted her hand again and Loki managed to stop her, his hand grabbing her by her forearm as the dagger now hovered over his head. He kneeled her on the stomach which was enough to distract her and take the dagger from her hands.

“Don’t you dare come closer.” He threatened, aiming the weapon towards her but she smiled in response.

She took a few steps closer and then tried to snatch the dagger from Loki’s hands but her hand ended up encircling itself around the blade, cutting her fingers and drawing blood all over the blade. She seemed unbothered, the mad look on her face startling enough to let you know she was taking this until someone ended up dead.

She charged at him again, materializing another dagger on her free hand but Loki vanished from her sight, teleporting himself right behind her and stabbing the dagger on her back.

Angrboda started to turn around when Loki stabbed her again, this time on her side and twisted the knife. Her mouth was agape and suddenly the veins around her body bulged and turned black, looking similar to the way Loki’s veins around his wound looked.

Her body grew limp and heavy under his arms as she took her last breaths before her eyes glazed over. Loki immediately took a step back, her body falling to the ground as blood flowed out of her wounds.

Angrboda was dead.

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