#that is so a tag now dwi

[janus-cadet]

First drawing of the year, eh! I went on my own little bubble, there.

So, let me introduce you to the wonderful concept of ☆ multiverse Berlermo ☆ !

I know.

Too many mushrooms in my tea, this morning. Damn you, Ethan.

Funny thing is, I will go down with that ship.

[sleepyqinfei]

my dearest rae . . so sorry to keep you waitinf for so long ꒰ ˃ ᅳ ˂ ᜊ ꒱ ‎. . im here with a properly gift wrapped love mail 📬💌 i tried a little bit different, softer coloring this time >_< . . you and wrio were so easy to draw, it was as if the pen itself knew what to do, you two are my favourite lovebirds ehe ! ! 🌷 pls know that that i luv u very dearly ! ! ( and wrio does so too, even more so ! ! ) i hope you like it . . nd im very glad u joined nd been patient with me ♥︎ thank u sweetie mwahmwah🐇🦌

[mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea]

Rating: Mature Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Thor (Movies), Iron Man (Movies) Relationships: Justin Hammer & Loki, Justin Hammer/Loki Characters: Justin Hammer, Tony Stark, Loki (Marvel), Phil Coulson, Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Melinda May, En Dwi Gast | Grandmaster, Taneleer Tivan, Topaz (Marvel) Additional Tags: Domestic Avengers, Avengers Family, Post-Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Not Canon Compliant, Everybody Lives, Living Together, Enemies to Friends, rivals to friends, Baking, Getting to Know Each Other, Banter, Fluff, Humor, Fluff and Humor, Family Fluff, Team as Family, Family Feels, Bonding, Family Bonding, Team Bonding, Second Chances, Fear and Loathing In Las Vegas references, Mentions of Morgan Stark - Freeform, Mentions of Timmy Hammer (Justin's nephew), moodboard, Tony Stark's Cars, Tony Stark loves his cars and doesn't want to share them, Mission Fic, mission, Road Trips, Developing Friendships, Talking, Sparks of interest, Teasing, Flirting, There Was Only One Bed, How Justin Got His Groove Back, Pet Names, Loki's magic (Marvel), Team Dynamics, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood and Injury, Blood, Blood and Violence, Not Taylor Swift Friendly, Not Travis Kelce Friendly, hostages, X-Men Cameos Language: English Collections: Marvel Rare Pair Collection, Marvel Rare Pair Bingo 2023 Published: 2024-06-28 Words: 34,750 (total) Chapters: 7/7

For @kleenexwoman who gave me this prompt for the 50 cliché tropes and prompts: 33. Everyone thinks I should stay away from you because you're dangerous

For the @marvelrarepairbingo's Moodboard Madness, prompts: 7. Road Trip and will likely fall under 3. Mission Gone Wrong and more than likely (in fic) 8. There was only one bed.

The whole fic is up now, so I thought it needed another post for the whole thing. This was a month-long labor of love that kept me out of some really dark places I was dealing with (and am still dealing with, truthfully). I know it's a strange rare niche crackship, but they're so much fun to write that I hope you'll give them a chance to make you smile the way they have me.

[house-of-slayterr]

Family Feud:

Tag: @oceansrose2002 @queer-and-utter-chaos @myers-meadow-selfship @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better

CW: Homophobia (because Hoyt is the worst)

Blinky’s POV:

I had woken up before Macy, three hours before Macy to be exact. I was successfully able to sneak out of her grasp and get over to my back pack. I wasn’t sure why I packed it, the little sketch book Manon had given me. It wasn’t a necessity by any stretch of the means, but in my anger and distress I had grabbed it. I spotted a pencil on Macy’s dresser and sat back down at the edge of the bed.

That had been three hours ago. She didn’t move a single inch in her sleep. Which was a far cry from her when she was awake. To people who didn’t know her, it might not seem like she ever moved. But her eyes, her dark, mysterious eyes were always in motion. Never focused on one thing. I imagined hear ears were doing quite the same task. Always alert, always ready to run.

And her hands, if you listened close enough you could hear the skin creaking against her bones. Always tense, always firing. But right now, she was truly at rest. Not furrow in her brow, no smirk on her lips and no pained look in her eyes. Just total tranquility. And I couldn’t bring myself to tear my eyes away. She looked a little awkward on the small bed, and I imagined she wouldn’t fare much better in mine. I would have to build her a better one some day. But it did nothing to take away from her charm, just further high lighting her impressive stature. She was the perfect subject.

“You know it’s rude to stare?” I heard her groggy voice.

I couldn’t hold back my smile for even a single millisecond. She was awake! As much as I loved her asleep, I was partial to her waking hours. She went to push herself up on her elbows, but I stopped her.

“Wait, five more minutes!” I said.

She raised a brow at me, but laid back down. Moving her eyes to try to get a glimpse at what I was doing.

“Are you drawing me Bumble Bee?” She asked.

A blush rushed my cheeks, as I tried to not make eye contact with her. All I could do was nod. She relaxed back fully, allowing me to finish.

“Dwi wedi gorffen.”

“English Blink” she laughed.

“I said I’m done, you can get up now.”

“Oh I can, can I?”

“You know what I meant.” I huffed.

“Can I see it?”

I slammed the journal shut, more forcefully than I’d meant to.

“I wanna add some colour to it when I get back home. Maybe I could mail it to you, or just give it to you the next time we see each other.” I rambled.

I don’t know why I was nervous. There was no reason to be nervous right now. So why did her eyes feel like daggers on my skin? Why was my chest tightening. What was happening. She quickly crawled across the bed to me.

“No no no, Blink, hey look at me.” She said frantically.

I met her eyes, but they felt painful to look into.

“You don’t have to look at my eyes, just somewhere on me ok?”

I nodded, focussing my gaze on her shoulder, the soft slope where it became her neck. I could still see her lips in my peripheral, but her eyes are out of sight.

“Deep breath, ok?”

“Ok.”

I started to calm down after a minuet, and she dared to move a little closer.

“You ok?”

“I think so. I don’t know what happened.”

“You we’re about to have a meltdown, I- I asked Tommy about it cause he gets those sometimes. He told me how to help you.”

“Oh.”

“Blinky, I know it may seem like a lot right now, but I’m gonna need you to talk a little bit more ok?”

“Ok.”

I heard her let out a sigh.

“Was this about last night?”

“Why would it be about last night?”

“Ok, was it the drawing?” She fished.

“I, I don’t think so. I’m just- it was- ugh.” I stuttered out.

She reached out to grab my hand.

“Can you feel my hand right now?”

“Yes-“ I said more coldly than I’d meant to.

“Good, what does it feel like?”

“Your hand?”

“Yes, Blinky, humour me…”

“Umm, it’s rough, because you don’t use lotion enough. But the backs of your hands are softer closer to your wrists. I like you’re wrists.” I said.

“That’s good Darlin’, what else do you like?”

“I like your hair, it’s really long and soft, and fun to play with. My fingers don’t get stuck in it like they do in mine. And I like your voice, especially when you’re tired and it gets all gravely. And I like you.”

“I like you too Blinky. Feeling better?”

“I think so.” I offered her a half smile.

“I think I’m just scared.” I confessed.

“Of what? Me?”

“Oh Lucifer no! I could never be scared of you prydferth, you make me feel safe, I promise. It’s just, I don’t know, there’s a lot going on right now, and there’s a lot of things I don’t understand and that scares me. I have so many people to care about now, and I think my hearts to small to handle that. It didn’t grow big like the rest of me.”

“Blinky there’s nothing wrong with your heart, and there’s certainly nothing wrong with your height. Am I one of those people?”

“I’m afraid you take up the most room. Up here too.”

I pointed to my head. Macy placed a gentle kiss on the spot I’d pointed to, and I swear my heart stopped right there. This was exactly the problem.

“You’re adorable you know that?” She asked, pulling me into her lap and leaning her chin on top of my head.

“I’m not trying to be.”

“I know, but you always are. It’s yer super powe’r”

He accent was much thicker in the morning. Slurring more words than usual. Not trying so hard to “speak proper”, whatever that meant. It made no difference to me, I could understand her all the same.

“You wanted to talk about something.”

“What?” She mumbled into my neck.

“You had that look before you fell asleep. I couldn’t sleep cause I kept worrying you would break up with me in the morning.”

Her entire body tense, and she held me tighter. She took a deep breath and slowly let it out.

“Blinky, why on gods Green Earth would you think I’d do somethin’ like that? You think I’m some cowboy cassnaova type, sleeping with girls then throwin’ ‘em on their asses in the mornin?”

I didn’t mean to offend her. It was stupid of me to say that out loud.

“Blinky, I really like you ok? Nothing my family can say will change that.”

I hummed.

“What did you want to ask me?”

She sighed.

“Yesterday, when you threatened Hoyt and I asked you about it, you said you were dead serious. And I believe you, but- Blinky I’m worried about you. Are, is your family hurting you, or threatening you in some way? Is that why you came here?”

I pulled out of her grasp, turning to look at her.

“What?”

“Blinky I’m not dumb, I saw the blood on your clothes, black doesn’t hide everything. I would know. You talked about your mom dying, and you’ve been more quick to anger than usual. And I saw that look in your eyes when you looked at Hoyt yesterday. There’s only two things I can think of-“

“And would the other option be that bad?” I said coldly.

This was going to be it, the moment where six months of happiness came crashing down. Macy would leave and I’d be alone again. But then it was easier, because nobody knew about her. I’d have no explaining to do.

“It’s a hell of a lot better than the first.” She said softly.

“What?” I asked confused.

“Blinky, I just want what’s best for you. So then, are you going to be ok?”

“Are you going to leave me? Report my family?”

“I would never.”

“Then I think I’ll be perfect. I’m sorry I underestimated your love for me earlier. That wasn’t fair, that was my problem”

“Blinky, you have to understand that not everything is your problem. You don’t have to fix everything, and you don’t have to do it by yourself. You said it yourself, you were scared, I get it, I was scared to.”

I scrunched my brows in confusion.

“God, what are the odds of this happening?” Macy laughed.

Pushing away any tears she was about to shed.

“Ok confused.” I said.

She just started laughing more, like how Baby did when she was in a good mood.

“And I was so worried about you finding out.”

“Finding out what?”

She pulled me closer to her, pulling me into a kiss. Of course I kissed back, I couldn’t help it. She deserved it after I hurt her feeling earlier, and I guess this was her repayment for hurting mine. She pulled away, nuzzling her head into my neck. She lowly growled something into my ear.

“I’m a cannibal Darlin’ I eat people.”

It sent a shiver down my spine. But I didn’t mind it, it was exciting. She was right, what are the odds? She kissed the side of my neck.

“Does that bother you?”

“No.”

She pulled back to look into my eyes, dropping the scene and searching for genuine consent.

“You sure about that love?”

“Not unless you’re going to eat me.”

“Not unless you asked me to.” She said, playfully biting my neck.

I rolled my eyes, allowing her to nibble at my skin for a minuet. I closed my eyes leaning into her touch. She was addicting, an addiction I didn’t want to fight. We suddenly heard a knock on the door and pulled apart. But no voice came, how odd. Macy grumbled under her breath. I raised a brow at her.

“That was Hoyts polite way of telling us breakfast was ready.” She sighed.

I squinted my eyes at her. It seemed like it was more than that with how quickly she jumped back. But I didn’t press her. We’d already had a conversation today I wasn’t planning on. Macy slowly got out of bed, she wasn’t nearly as graceful in the mornings. He movements being sluggish and tired. But it was cute. She grabbed a hoodie from her closet and tossed it to me.

“Still cold?” She asked.

“Pretty much always.” I shrugged.

You grew used to it. My body simply didn’t produce much heat, even in Texas.

“You’re insane” she muttered.

She switched into some cotton shorts, they looked more like old cut up sweatpants she made herself. And a tight black tank top. In one of the rare moments she had her hair up, she threw it into a messy bun. I sat there holding the hood just watching her. She chuckled onto her breath.

“Like what you see Blinky?” She attempted to tease me.

But how could I lie? Everything in from of me right now was perfection.

“Yes.” I said honestly.

This only made her laugh harder. She crawled back over to the bed.

“You just gonna sit there and watch me all day? Or are you going to get dressed so you’re not shivering later?” She asked, lifting my chin to make me look at her.

“Dressed…” I said slowly.

“Good girl.”

I blushed at the nickname, holding her hoodie tighter in my hands. As she pulled away I slowly lifted my arms.

“Hoodie.” I said smiling.

She laughed, rolling her eyes, but took the hoodie out of my hands and slowly slipped it on over my head. I moved up onto my knees so it could fall straight down and I wouldn’t have to tug at it.

“You’re lucky you’re adorable.”

“I know.” I smiled.

“Since we’re being lazy this morning, why don’t I carry you downstairs?” She asked playfully.

“You just want to give the boys and your mother something to stare at.” I said.

“Yeah.”

“Ok.” I smirked.

I was more than fine antagonising those people downstairs. I already decided I didn’t like them. Luda seemed redeemable, but the two other men made my blood boil, and I was sure it would only get worse. Thomas would be the only saving Grace to breakfast, other than Macy of course. But I wasn’t sure she alone could stop me from stabbing one of those idiots if they said something that set me off.

She was right, I had been more on edge because of my mother recently. and I couldn’t help but wonder the chaos I was missing out on at home. I’m sure Otis grew tired of her ability to use her mouth quickly. And Baby was much better on the psychological torture side of things. Probably making my mother question every action that got her there.

I stood up on the bed, making me as tall as my girlfriend. And she turned around, picking me up on her back. She called it “Blinky Backpack time” cause she often liked to carry me places even when I was perfectly fine to walk. Perhaps it was her way to feel closer to me, and I would be foolish to complain about that. It was something nice she wanted to do for me. She opened the door and marched down to the kitchen with a goofy smile on her face. I swooped around to give her a peck on the cheek as we went through the door way, just for good measure.

I looked up to see Hoyt already glaring at us. And Monty just looking confused. Maybe his room wasn’t as close to ours as the nasty old sheriff. But I could at least attempt to get on Luda’s good side.

“Good morning Miss Luda Mae” I greeted with a smile.

“Good morning child. Sleep well?” She asked, not bothering to look at me.

But that didn’t matter, a question was more than I was expecting. But she seemed really good at playing polite if she set her mind to it. Both of us could play this game. While Macy may not have had the best relationship with her mother, she did still have one. And Tommy loved his mother, I wasn’t going to jeopardise that for either of them.

“Mhhhm. You?”

“Just fine Sugar.” She said.

Maybe she was more of the a morning person. It probably didn’t help that I showed up out of nowhere yesterday. At least this morning she had enough time of know I would be joining them for breakfast. I wasn’t sure what she was cooking so I paid no mind to it. Macy pulled out my chair and let me climb off her back to sit. And she sat in the chair next to me. Hoyt was across the table, with Monty to his left. And I’m assuming Luda sat to his right, which meant Tommy would be across from me.

“Is Thomas coming up for breakfast Ma?” Macy asked her mother.

“I’m not sure if he’s comfortable with our guest.” Luda said.

I frowned. I would hope my presence here wasn’t causing Thomas to hide. He deserved to have breakfast with his family.

“I could always go eat in Macy’s room, or later if Tommy wants to come up and eat with his family.” I offered quickly.

“Blinky you’re staying in that chair. Let me go talk to him.”

I nodded. I knew it wasn’t intentionally, but she just fully left me to the wolves. Leaving me alone in a room with these three adults who were clearly weary of much worse of my existence.

“Blinky, would you be a dear and help me set the table?” She asked.

“Oh, umm sure. My family doesn’t really let me touch anything in the kitchen.” I said.

I heard Hoyt snicker, but decided to ignore it. If I could handle RJ’s constant side comments, I could get through breakfast. I followed where she pointed and gathered plates and silverware and cups. Of course taking each category on its own, being extra careful with my steps.

“Bet you’re pretty useless around the house Kid.” Hoyt said.

“In the kitchen, maybe. But I do have chores.” I said flatly.

“What’s, separating the whites from the colours.” He jeered.

I frowned, but bit my tongue. It would be a far cry to jump and assume his meaning. Sure he was a bully from what I’d observed yesterday, but he was also a pushover. It was clear Hoyt held more weight in his house than he did. But anyone with half a brain knew Luda was really in charge here. Which was why I was sucking up to her and not wasting my energy on these idiots.

“I actually focus on repairs. My sister does the laundry, she finds the repetitive nature of the the task calming.”

“Repairs?” Luda asked curiously.

“Umm, you know, that wobbly chair that everyone tries to avoid. An old hole in the wall, light won’t turn on. The basics.” I said.

“You can fix dry wall?” Monty asked.

“Did I not just say that? I did say that in English right?”

“You speak another language?”

“Yes Sheriff, some people have the space on their brains to comprehend more than one thing at a time.”

I was trying my best to be nice to him, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. I hoped Macy would be back with Thomas soon to come rescue me. I was surprised when Monty just ignored his comment, at least attempting to have a semi normal conversation with me. He seemed like someone who just did what Hoyt said because he was scared of the the other man. I doubted any of his thoughts were fully his own.

“If I showed you a walk after breakfast, think you could fix it?” He asked.

I shrugged.

“You got any supplies?”

“I’m sure Tommy’s got some stuff down in the basement.”

“Then sure I guess.”

“That’s kinda of ya, child” Luda said, starting to place bowls and plates of food in the centre of the table.

“You let me stay last night when you didn’t have to. A kind gesture for a kind gesture.” I shrugged.

“You staying again tonight?” Hoyt pressed.

I came up with a quick lie.

“The house has… pests, my family is handling it but didn’t want me around the um, fumes.”

“Hmm, Texas vermin are the worst, Hoyt would know.”

Did Luda just crack a joke? The sheriff grumbled under his breath. Come on Macy, what’s taking so long? I groaned in my head.

Tommy’s POV:

I looked up to see Macy standing in the doorway. I was glad to see her home after she left in such a rush a day ago. I didn’t have the pleasure of seeing her last night.

“Mornin’ Tommy” she greeted.

I gave her a smile. My mask was off on the table.

“I’m sure Ma told ya we have a guest?”

I nodded. Ma said she couldn’t remember their name, and that they’d just come in late afternoon when I was doing my outdoor chores. I’d stayed in the basement most of the night to stay out the way. Macy had a bright smile on her face, and I pointed to my lips to ask her about it.

“Blinky’s here.” She smiled.

“Here?” I signed.

“Mmmhmm, just up stairs. They’re excited to meet ya.”

She pushed herself off the doorway and crossed the basement to stand on the other side of the table.

“She knows about us Tommy, and she’s not running.”

I couldn’t help the smile that spread on my face. I’d heard so much about Blinky already, and I was so happy someone was being kind to my sister. She deserved that more than anyone I knew. But I was surprised to hear they knew. Macy must really trust them.

“Stay?” I asked.

“I don’t think they’re going anywhere Tommy. And I really don’t want them to.”

I frowned. Sure I wanted to believe it, but we Hewitt’s didn’t have the best luck. Maybe they’d run when they saw me. Macy and walked away from the table for a moment, and was rifling through my things. She came back to the table holding a mask.

“Why don’t you wear your fancy mask today Tommy?”

I shook my head no.

“Tommy, they ain’t gonna judge ya, I promise.”

I gave her a look of scepticism, but grabbed it from her hands.

“You don’t have to stay the whole time, just come say hi. They came all this way.”

“Ok.” I signed.

I was beyond nervous. I didn’t want to ruin things for Macy, she seemed so happy. I would hate myself if I was responsible for her loosing another lover. I should have stopped Hoyt with the last one, and it haunted me every night. But he would have punished me if I tried. And Macy reminded me time and time again that that would have only made her feel worse.

I followed her up the stairs, staying a little behind. I wasn’t wearing my best clothes, but Macy was dressed in her pyjamas so I didn’t think it mattered much. My heart almost stopped when I saw them. Macy had described how small they were before, but I never actually imagined it. They were sat near the end of the table, with a pained look on their face. We could hear Hoyt talking from the hallway before we ever rounded corner.

I was surprised when they looked up to meet my gaze, expecting them to flinch or look away. But they just sent me a little smile. Macy placed a hand on my shoulder in comfort, before going to sit next to them.

“There ya are Boy. Making us wait for breakfast”. Hoyt said.

“The foods still hot Uncle, calm your tits.” Macy said.

I slowly made my way over to the table, and stood behind my chair. Blinky was having a silent conversation with Macy. I could only deduce Hoyt had probably said something nasty to them and I frowned. How anyone could be mean to the person who sat in front of me was beyond me. It was like those people who threw helpless kittens into a river, cause they thought it was funny to see a helpless creature struggle.

“Tommy sit your ass in that chair.” Hoyt said, growing annoyed.

Today wasn’t going to be fun if his mood was already this terrible. I pulled my chair out and sat, as we began to pass food around. I wasn’t the only one who seemed to take notice of the small amount on Blinky’s plate.

“No wonder you’re so tiny child, ya gotta eat more than that if you want to be strong.” Ma commented.

Macy grabbed an apple from the bowl that was always on the table and placed it on Blinky’s plate.

“They don’t eat meat Ma, they didn’t want you to have to make anything special for breakfast. They’ll be fine.” Macy explained.

Of course Hoyt had a problem with that. He let out a loud laugh.

“Yes, thank you for cooking Miss Luda. I’m sure these biscuits are lovely.”

“You have any idea who you’re fucking kid?” He asked.

I nearly choked on my own spit. That was a new development. Sure I knew my sister had an affair sex life. Why wouldn’t she? She was the pretty face of the family. But she’d never talked about Blinky like that before. Even revealed to me it was the longest she ever waited. She was worried maybe Blinky didn’t like her like that. But clearly it worked itself out.

“I do actually.” They said flatly.

I wondered if they always sounded like that, or if that’s just how they talked to Hoyt. Their thank you sounded much more sincere. I was glad they were being nice to Mama. Luda gave them a grin.

“Oh, so you’re serious about this one. Good on you Macy.”

She was trying at least. I knew she wasn’t the most comfortable with Macy being gay. She’d probably have a heart attack if she discovered I wasn’t into strictly women. Not that anyone was ever into me anyways, so I didn’t matter. Blinky cut into their apple with a fork and a knife, which I thought was odd. Normally people just bit them. They cut their biscuit into small pieces too.

“You were dumb to bring them here.” Hoyt addressed Macy.

Macy raised an eyebrow at him. And I grew a little worried. I didn’t like Hoyt’s tone one bit. It was how he talked to me when a victim nearly escaped. I saw Macy’s hand tighten around her knife.

“Uncle-“ she warned.

I decided to pull the attention away from Blinky, and decided to take my mask off to eat. They gave me no indication they’d be uncomfortable with it, and if Macy trusted them, then so did I. I didn’t want what happened to the last one, to happen to them. Macy recognised the click of my mask strap and turned to look at me, which in turn caused Blinky’s attention to turn to me. I kept my head low, taking a sip of my apple juice.

I tensed a little when their eyes remained on me. And Macy seemed to notice.

“How’s your juice Tommy?”

I gave her a confused look. It was juice. But I was thankful for the distraction anyway.

“Fine” I signed.

I saw movement out of the corner of my eye and moved them to look at Blinky.

“Favourite juice?” They sighed.

I was taken aback. I wasn’t aware they knew any sign.

“Orange.” I signed back.

Their eyes lit up.

“My favourite” they signed back happily.

I couldn’t help it, their smile was contagious. I understood what Macy was talking about now. I really didn’t have anything to worry about. Hoyt turned his conversation to Monty which we were all more than thankful to ignore him. He clearly didn’t like that he wasn’t scaring the small girl. Which made me even more confused, Hoyt even scared me. Even though I knew I could do a lot more damage than he ever could.

“You know sign?” Luda asked curiously.

“Tiny, he doesn’t have the best hearing and doesn’t like to talk much.” They shrugged.

“He your brother or something?”

I was intrigued to know the answer too. Macy had mentioned they at least had a sister. But she’d never met anyone from their family. Well expect for something Blinky called a Gruncle. Which I was sure I misheard the first time Macy said it, but she assured me I heard right. She’d seen him in passing. Blinky shrugged. they did that a lot. Like they weren’t sure of what to say, so they just defaulted to the gesture.

“I don’t really know what he is. He’s Mama’s kid, so my uncle maybe? Cousin?”

“That make him your brother, kid.” Hoyt said, annoyed. Chipping into the conversation. “You ain’t very smart, but I figured that already.”

He gestured to where they were sitting. I saw Macy roll her eyes. But Blinky seemed unfazed as usual.

“I was on track for medical school. And Mama is my grandma, we just call her Mama.” They shrugged. “I don’t even think I know her name, it’s just always been Mama.”

What an odd thing to say. But it wasn’t my place to judge their family.

“Medical school?” Luda asked.

Macy seemed equally surprised by this information.

“Ain’t ya a bit young for that?”

“I graduated early.“

That must be impressive, Macy and I had never even finished school. It wasn’t in the plans for people like us. And it wouldn’t serve me much good if I had. It would have been a waste of time.

“Smart” I signed.

“Aww thanks Tommy.”

“You gonna work in one of them fancy hospital?” Luda asked.

“Umm maybe, my family needs me home right now so I just help them out.”

“So family is important to you?”

“Very much, yes.”

It seemed mama was warming up to them, which warmed my heart. I knew Hoyt and Monty could be a handful, at the best of times. Macy wasn’t talking much, just enjoying her breakfast. But I didn’t blame her, she didn’t have dinner last night. I debated bringing some up to her, but Hoyt told me I shouldn’t go upstairs.

“So Tommy?” Blinky started.

I set down my fork and focused my attention on them. It was rude to not look at someone when they were talking.

“Did you make that mask yourself?” They asked.

I nodded.

“It’s so pretty! Maybe you could show me how you made it next time?”

I blushed slightly. Nobody but Macy and Mama ever told me they liked my masks before. Hoyt always made fun of them.

“Yes.” I sighed simply, not being able to convert my thoughts properly. I was too excited right now.

“Careful there Macy, I think Tommy’s trying to steal your girl.”

My eyes widened and I starred at the older man. I guess the look of panic was evident on my face. Cause I would never in a million years considering flirting with one of Macy’s girlfriends. As nice as Blinky seems to be so far, they made Macy happy. Macy was also now glaring at our uncle.

“Why would Thomas steal me when he can have any girl?” They said, sounding genuinely confused.

Hoyt and Monty burst out laughing. Which I had to admit hurt my feelings. Even Mama was glaring at them now.

“You think my boy is handsome?” Mama asked.

“Sure, Tommy is plenty handsome. He’s just gotta find someone nice who will love on him like he deserves.” They shrugged.

My blushing only got worse. I wanted the conversation to be on anything besides me right now.

“Thomas isn’t trying to steal my girlfriend Hoyt. As much as you wish that were the case, he’s just being polite. Maybe you should try it sometime!” Macy scolded him.

“Never!” I signed frantically.

“Blinky is mine.” Macy said, in a warning tone at Hoyt.

I didn’t doubt if he tried to pull his last stunt again, she’d finally kill him. Maybe we’d be better off?

“What, you gonna get married? In the house of god?” Hoyt scoffed.

“Maybe we will!”

“Maybe I’ll tip off some of my friends where it’s happening.” Hoyt threatened.

I had just about enough of this and I slammed my hand into the table.

“Blinky, friend. Stop.” I signed.

“Aww the new kids got Thomas all riled up” Monty cooed.

Blinky cleared their throat, and everyone turned their attention back to them. I felt embarrassed they had witnessed this outburst.

“I would suggest, Sheriff, that you stop antagonising my people. Nothing good happens when you antagonise my people.”

The look in their eyes was filled with determination.

“Sooner or later, everyone at this table is gonna leave you. And you’ll die cold and alone. Not even the angels will take pity on you, and the demons wouldn’t give you the time of day. Reevaluate your life choices before you have nothing left to live for. As for you Mr Monty, just because you have no legs, doesn’t mean you have to be a pushover. Your spine still works, use it, form your own opinions for once. It won’t kill you.”

We all sat dumbfounded. Nobody had ever dared talk to Hoyt like that before. The silence was making me anxious, and I could tell it was getting to Macy too. The edge of the table looked like it was going to snap under her grip. I was surprised when Mama started chuckling under her breath.

“You’re bold kid, I’ll give ya that. Why don’t you kids run off now, Mama is gonna have a chat with your uncle.”

“Thank you for breakfast.” Blinky said.

Macy and I were quick to follow, thanking my mother and walking down to the basement. As soon as the door was closed, we could hear yelling from the kitchen.

“Jesus Blink, you trying to get yourself killed.”

“I would like to see him try, I could run faster than him on Monty’s legs, what’s left of them anyway.”

I could help the small laugh that escaped me. They were funny. Macy sighed, but cracked a smile anyway.

“Why didn’t I bring you here sooner?”

“Cause you were worried about me finding out you’re a cannibal.”

Macy laughed.

“That was a rhetorical question my love.”

“Oh.”

Macy kissed their forehead and walked around to the table. She leaned against it. And I chose to stay by the wall. Leaving Blinky to stand awkwardly by the stair case.

“I meant what I said earlier Tommy, anyone would be lucky to have you. And Macy and I will be right here to cheer you on when you find them.”

How could they me so kind? I wasn’t even aware that was humanly possible. I’d never met anyone quite like them before. Even my nicest victims still said nasty things when they were scared.

“They’re right Tommy. You’ll find someone. And I won’t let Hoyt say shit about it.”

I offered my little sister a smile. She was always able to drag them out of me.

“Think Ma got out the wooden spoon?” Macy joked.

I laughed, shaking my head. Macy help her arms open, and Blinky walked to them like it was instinct. I watched as she wrapped the smaller girl in her arms. Blinky practically disappearing in them. They looked so cute together it made my heart race. But the fact that they were so confident I could have something like that some day, it gave me hope.

“I think I can head home tomorrow Macy, if you wouldn’t mind. Things should be all better at home. Tommy and you are free to visit anytime, just give me a heads up before hand yeah?”

“Whatever you wish.” Macy replied.

I watched as the younger girl nearly dozed off in her arms. But Macy didn’t seem worried about it. Maybe this was normal for them. But I wouldn’t mind getting to know more about Blinky. Maybe I could make them their own mask and Macy can gift it to them next time they visited. That could be nice.

An: Today was a shit show at work, so I wanted to hurry up and finish this to get me in a better mood. Thomas is so stinking cute and I’m dying. Main timeline again next, but they merge soon after the Hewitts and the Firefly’s finally meet!

[bundaaisyah27]

Domingo, 3 de Septiembre

10. 22 PM

Sometimes I just can't help but wonder why after all the despicably shitty things that I've done, Allah has always been good to me. I wonder why after all the deadly sins that I've committed (either intentionally or unintentionally) He has always been there for me when I need Him. I wonder why He keeps surrounding me with beautiful souls eventhough I don't actually deserve to be given this great bounty. I wonder why He keeps putting kindheartedly wholesome people in my life, eventhough my stained heart is getting more rotten and rotten, eventhough my personality is getting worse and worse, eventhough I barely remember Him in my day-to-day life, eventhough all I do in my 19-year-old life is hurt people and be a burden for those who are around me. I wonder why Allah always gives me numerous opportunities to learn, to study, to practice, to grow, to evolve—all for the better. I wonder why He never stops providing me and taking care of me, no matter how flawed and detestable I am. I wonder why He has always been good to me, eventhough I've never been able to be a good servant of Him, a good daughter, a good sister, a good friend, a good teacher and many more—yeah, I have never been able to be a good person, but never in a moment does He stop being kind to me. I just don't know why, why, and why He has always been good to me.

Just like any other day, today He showered lots and lots of blessings upon me and I just can't thank you enough. By His grace, I spent almost the entire morning learning Arabic and it brought me nothing but abundance of knowledge and immense joy. He showed me the easy and effective way to learn Arabic, eventhough I used to ignore, abandon, and belittle this adorably insightful language for way too long. When I watched that 2-hour video, I felt loved by Him, I felt like He Himself was teaching me Arabic. Eventhough I now only know teeny-weeny bit about Arabic, I know that as long as I keep praying and putting in the consistently vigorous effort, I'll be able to have direct access to His words, if Allah permits.

Not only did He allow me to learn Arabic, but today He also allowed me to remember how He has always been good to me. Long story short, this evening I was supposed to attend a meeting with my principal and three fellow teachers. But unfortunately I couldn't make it ontime. While driving the motorcycle, I kept ruthlessly blaming and deprecating myself along the way. I have always been someone who is so weak, after all. In such moment, it's just really hard to manage my emotions and calm myself down. So yeah, I was ceaselessly crying and guess what? I ended up getting lost. When I realized that I had stupidly taken the wrong direction and couldn't find the place, I stopped and cried even harder. And then I opened my phone and texted Mba Isna that I got lost. She then called me and asked me where I was. I told her I just wanted to go back home, and to my surprise, she noticed that I was crying. Judging by her intonation and her choice of words, I can tell she was really worried about me, and in that very moment, I knew how much she cared about me. She said she would pick me up, but I kept saying that I wanted to go back home. She asked me to send mi ubicación, so I did, but after that, I turned mi datós moviles because I was so overwhelmed with the sobbing. Two minutes went by and when I checked my phone, Bu Dwi called me. She said that I shall go to my high school so she could pick me up there. So I did go to my high school and I did meet her there. She then drove to the direction of the aimed place for the meeting and I tagged along.

When I arrived, everyone was so happy to see me, eventhough t was crystal clear that I was a latecomer. They didn't make my tardiness as a big deal and they were just so kind with me. We then had a truly insightful talk and we proceeded to eat together. Bu Dwi was telling us lots of stories, I was so amazed by how good she is at talking. I was also surprised because that's when I was indirectly exposed with some horrible stories of hers. If there's one thing that I can be sure of, it's, Bu Dwi is one of the kindest, smartest strongest, and most gentle people I've ever known in my entire life. It's such a truly magnificent gift to be able to meet this wonderfully astonishing soul.

Thanks ya Allah, thanks for everything.

[ao3feed-thor]

soak my skin in alcohol (until I feel untouchable)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/GiLojQt

by nostalgia

The Grandmaster reaches across the table and taps his fingertips on the back of Loki’s hand a few times before replacing those taps with a slow, stroking motion.

“You have such nice skin,” he says. “Is it all like that? So soft and…” He sighs. “It’s very touchable, has anyone ever told you that?”

Loki puts on his most apologetic expression. “Look, Grandmaster, obviously I’m flattered by your attention, but I can’t… commit to anything right now and…”

The Grandmaster withdraws his hand and sits back in his chair. “Well, that’s, uh… that’s disappointing.” His expression changes to a more speculative one. “Hey, that friend of yours… do you think she’d…?” He leaves the question hanging, a raised eyebrow emphasising the query. But it’s not a question, not really. It’s a statement, and Loki hears the subtext only too well: It’s you or her. Choose.

Not too long ago he’d have seen this an opportunity to extricate himself from the situation, would have offered up absolutely anyone in his place without even a moment’s hesitation. A lot has changed recently though, and now it seems that he has gained the unfortunate and unhelpful desire to keep the people he cares for safe from harm.

Words: 2620, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Loki (TV 2021), Thor (Movies)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Loki (Marvel), En Dwi Gast | Grandmaster, Sylvie (Loki TV)

Relationships: En Dwi Gast | Grandmaster/Loki

Additional Tags: Extremely Dubious Consent, (like right on the cusp of non-con levels of dubiousness), Drugged Sex, Drink Spiking, Sexual Coercion, it’s pretty much blackmail really, Confusion, Sleepy/Unconscious Sex, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Sakaar (Marvel), The Grandmaster Is A Terrible Person, Sylvie is barely in this btw, (that’s part of the plot I suppose), and Mobius isn’t even real, Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Alcohol, Hallucinations, slight praise kink, Minor Loki/Mobius M. Mobius, Minor Loki/Sylvie (Loki TV)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/GiLojQt

[experimentity]

I posted 691 times in 2022

That's 691 more posts than 2021!

394 posts created (57%)

297 posts reblogged (43%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@ji-woon-theidiot

@facesofthefog2

@the-entity-child

@ask-the-entity-lovecraften-god

@facesofthefog

I tagged 486 of my posts in 2022

Only 30% of my posts had no tags

#exy - 459 posts

#dead by daylight - 432 posts

#the entity - 340 posts

#the experimentity - 326 posts

#bass - 68 posts

#dbdbeachevent2022 - 63 posts

#ji-woon hak - 55 posts

#the entitys - 54 posts

#entitys - 38 posts

#entities - 20 posts

Longest Tag: 117 characters

#exy isn't as uptight as a lot of the older entitys he's more like that really cool older guy who keeps up with trends

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Countdown

Exy looks up from his notepad, “Ah yes it looks like the beach realm is coming along nicely.”  “60 days till the Beach Party, killers, survivors, and misc within the fog are all invited as long as they behave.” Exy continues to make notes. “Feel free to spread this info around to the various killers and campfires.” the Entity shrugs. 

-------------------- OOC MUN: Getting closer to June 1st. Super excitement... Bunch of set up already done in the background. Please reblog and keep up the hype and share with the DBD blog community. I’m looking forward to seeing what everybody comes up for the event. More Information about in universe event details to come when we get closer to the event. 

30 notes - Posted April 2, 2022

#4

“So you’re the entity..? I uh kinda expected something more- ‘monstrous’” Yoichi rubbed the back of his neck unsure.

@askyoichiasakawa

Exy smiles "Ahh Mr. Asakawa.. What a pleasure to formally meet you." "Well my current shell is a bit more friendly than my older one. " he chuckles. "It kind of looked like what you would call a shark, a spider, and a dragon all mixed into one creature." he sounded nostalgic. "I haven't worn that form in a while." "I hope this shell is to your liking, I worked very hard on it." he smiled. @askyoichiasakawa

34 notes - Posted February 27, 2022

#3

Exy gets his own blog.

“I’ve decided that I was most amused with my recent physical manifestation.” Exy nods thoughtfully. “So now I am going to start my own ask box. Avail yourself of my wisdom.” Exy is the Entity who owns, @askgogglessteve, @silent-daylight-james and @dbd-ghostface-roman​ meaning he is strongly related to those characters and is always looming in their backgrounds.

(Welcome to The ExperimEntity’s ask blog, for more info check out the FAQ/Rules page  this in character ask blog is primarily text. The lovely image in this first post was done by the amazingly wonderful @hugs-and-stabbies​. The beach outfit done by @frank-a-mori-son​)

37 notes - Posted January 22, 2022

#2

I recommend the other Entities that you don't have a romantic relationship with already!

Wine Aunt (ask the entity lovecraften god), Lucas (little monsters entity), Howl (jakebark), Dwi (ask the dweets), NTT (ntt entity)

And any others I may have missed!

Exy looks up from a clip board... "I don't hate all these ideas.. but there are several that are just a big no."

46 notes - Posted November 4, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Do you play video games?

"I am aware of mortal forms of entertainment, but I have yet to partake in them." He says looking up from his note taking. "Maybe when I have some free time I will look into it." he shrugs.

98 notes - Posted February 9, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

Exy is the most unique of my muses. Being mostly a completely unique creation with Entity powers and viewpoints pasted on top...

obviously being who and what he gives him more freedom than the other DBD characters.. But also binds him in other ways. Special thanks to @hugs-and-stabbies for her original visual design.. I love his gorgeous daddy aesthetic... Which really helped me inform his character in fun ways.

[sixofclovers]

im such a sucker for superhero movies so predictable smh 

(commission info)

[ask-the-dweets]

⚠️ !!Content warning!! ⚠️

Upcoming killer Event

So I feel like I should make this post, just in case, especially for new followers. Since y'know, I draw rather cutesy and some people may not realize I don't really shy away from hurting the boys too.

Going forward from now until the end of October there will be more posts than normal containing pain, blood, wounds, suffering, torture, and the like! I'll add a list of tags below (besides the general tw tags) that you can block if you'd like!

I know this is the DbD community so it kinda goes hand-in-hand but I don't want to be shocking anyone out of the blue.

Content tags:

#killer event - anything and everything to do with the event

#killer dweets - any posts containing any of the killer Dweets

#killer!pizza, #killer!fancy, #killer!elf - for a specific killer

#dwentity - any posts containing Dwi

The killer versions of the Dwights are, of course, absolutely miserable and will be for most of the event but I hope it’ll still be fun to interact with them and see how they’re fairing.

You can familiarize yourself with them at the links below if you’d like!! [Killer Pizza] [Killer Fancy] [Killer Elf]

[sparetimeimagines]

Habits

Tsukishima Kei x Reader

tags; exlovers, hate sex, dwi, smut, degrading, fluff, ok they fuck

Part 2

Masterlist

It’s becoming a habit.

You shoot your shot at the most basic ass man you can find. A man at the club who found your Instagram on the club’s tag. You figure, hell, he’s boring.

He can’t possibly be the one who’s going to screw you over at the end of the night.

He can’t possibly be the one who’s going to later get your Snapchat and spend those hours of getting to know you, just to get your nudes and ghost you after you tell him you’re not down to fuck.

Of course not.

He’s going to be the shame you in front of his friends when he asks to chill and you stupidly agree.

He’s going to call you a whore because you sent him the pictures he asked for not like he has four other girls in his DMs.

Because it’s your fault he’s a shitty person.

Because it’s your fault you fell for his tricks.

“Can I come over?” Your voice cracks as you wipe a tear, acting like you totally weren’t crying over some jerk.

“It’s 2AM.”

“That never stopped you before.”

The line is silent, and you could have sworn he hung up.

“Tsuki... please.” You beg, knowing the sound of your voice being manipulated that way makes him hard.

He sighs and you know he’s going to let you have your way.

“How long?” He clears his throat and you stumble to your car.

“One point five.” Your vision his hazy, the alcohol having less of a toll on your vision than your emotional state. “I’ll be there before sunrise.”

“You better not be driving.” He growls.

“Fuck you, Tsukki, you’re not the boss of me.” You turn the keys in the ignition. “I’m not drunk.”

“Hmmph.” You know he’s rolling his eyes. “We’ll see about that.”

The smirk on his lips is contagious, infecting yours that are smeared with the dark lipstick.

“Let me know when you’re close.”

“Always.”

There was nothing new about you driving to the dorms in the middle of the night. College life was something you embraced when you never fully cut the ties to your doting ex boyfriend who is always down to fuck.

He lived in an apartment off campus, not being able to live under the RA’s rules, but everyone neighboring was also enrolled in the school.

Early morning or late night, whatever you want to call it, you show up. His apartment, the one with the glowing window, indicates he’s awake.

You slam the door shut harder than you anticipate, stomping up the stairs to his apartment.

“2C.” You try the door knob but it’s locked. “Tsukishima. Open up!” You bang on the door and he quickly opens. He nearly rips your limb from your body in order to get you inside his home.

“Will you shut the fuck up?” He has one hand around your throat and the other grasping your arm, pinning you to the wall.

You smirk at the thought of him pinning you against the wall and begin biting your lower lip.

“Split me apart, Tsuki. I’m begging you.”

He rolls his eyes, gripping your neck tighter.

“What is wrong with you, Stupid Girl? Do you have any idea what time it is?”

“I don’t care what time it is. I want you to tear me apart.” Your dazed eyes roll back to his honey colored one with a dare he’s not willing to turn down.

His large fingers tear at the thin fabric of your dress and tugs it down your arm.

“You always wear the sluttiest things.” He stares at you, your body slowly being exposed with each piece he tears off. “You reek. Did they reject you again?” He leans into your neck, teeth sinking into the arch of your bones. “Tell me. What’s his name?” He bites into your skin as you attempt to reply, your gasp ruining you. “Hm? Who did you try to replace me with this time?” His hot breath coats the lobe of your ear, his fingers gripping the messy strands of your hair to the opposite side exposing you completely.

The other hand you were concerned with reappears between your legs, fingers dipping against the damp fabric clinging to your heat.

“Hmm doesn’t matter. Because he didn’t want you. Did he not?”

You ignore his question, focusing on the two fingers that tease you from below, light touches caressing you until you’re suffering with that welcoming ache.

You feel yourself tighten, the kegel trying to hold in the wetness between your folds.

“Mmm what is it? You’re so tense.” He stops petting you. “He didn’t want you, did he?”

He steps back, the hand that had you mesmerized leaves your heat throbbing -begging for attention- and relocates to your bottom lip.

“Answer me.” He demands, the finger dragging your taste against your plump lip.

“No.”

“No what?”

“No he didn-” Tsukishima cuts you off with his finger burrowing back through your lips and inside your mouth.

“I’ve heard enough.” He smirks, him adding another finger to your mouth. “You’ve always talked too much anyway.” His eyes roll, his head shaking with a devilish smirk across his face.

No glasses, no shirt, messy hair, this is the Tsuki no one else knew. This is the Tsuki you knew who would fuck you aggressively until sunrise.

He presses himself against your lower half, his hard cock rubbing against your naked body through his tight briefs.

He scoffs, taking the fingers from your mouth, so wet glistening with your saliva and runs it across the only part still clothed between your legs.

“What’s going to stop me fucking you right now? No one knows where you are. I could fuck you...” He returns to your neck with open mouth kisses sucking on your skin. “For hours. Days if I wanted to. No one is going to stop me from fucking your tight, slutty cunt.”

His fingers graze the fabric once more, pushing it to the side.

His eyes meet yours, his fingers returning to his mouth for wetness, then back to your sensitive, sobbing hole.

His finger to slowly stretch into your body, his eyes never leaving you. He watches your moan, how your lips part, your eyes rolling, your chest rises as he has one hundred percent control of your body.

“Mmm you like that. Look how tight she clings to me.” His free hand caresses your neck, slowly moving to your breast. Goosebumps follow his touch, the warmth of his fingers resting on the bar between your nipple. “I think she missed me.”

He slides his fingers upward, pumping your famished hole for your juice.

“You dirty whore.” He smirks feeling you drip to his knuckle.

Tsuki brings his lips to your ring, lips tongue flicking against your silver barbell.

“I remember when you got these done. Prancing around like some fucking slut with your tits out.” He brings it in with his mouth, sucking the bar for your new found sensitive tips. “Mmm so sexy.” He looks up to you, panting with your head thrown back. “My girl is enjoying herself.” He comes back up, still twisting your ring as he continues to fuck you with his fingers. His thumb caresses your clit briefly for the sake of reaction.

Your body jolts and he smirks, bringing you into him.

“Do you want me to fuck you, Baby Girl?” He whispers and you nod unable to catch your breath.

He pulls out from you, his fingers soggy from your wetness.

“Then clean it.” He holds his fingers to your mouth, watching you lick from his knuckle to the tip. “You’re so pretty when you’re wet.” He moans watching you lick his fingers, he grabbing his cock through his tight briefs, it filling perfectly where it should.

Hard, he releases it to his hands, reflexing in your direction.

“If you want me to fuck you, show me how bad you want it.”

He pumps his cock a few times before you smack his hands away, pinning them in between your fingers.

“Shut the fuck up, Tsuki. You’re so annoying.” You scoff taking his shaft between your free hand and your tongue. He moans letting his head roll back, he looking at the ceiling.

Up and down you run your lips along him, his hands tangling with your hair.

“Stop playing with it.” He warns grabbing your face by the jaw. “Do it right.”

It was your time it smirk, taking him whole, him bucking his hips.

You gag against him making Tsuki jolt his cock against your throat again.

“Yes Baby, gag on me. Fuck you feel so good.” He pulls your hair back out from your face.

You watch him, doe eyes watching him relax with pleasure.

“Fuck Baby.” He pulls out from your mouth. “You’re going to waste me like that.” He pulls you to your feet. “Get your ass on my bed.” He points to his bedroom, watching you obediently oblige, his palm smacking your ass on the way in.

“Ow, fuck Tsuki. That hurt!” You rub your enflamed cheek and he meets you in the edge.

“Shut the fuck up.” He smirks. “All fours. Now.”

“Fine fine. Shut up.” You position yourself ready for him when he pushes you forward, your stomach against the sheet.

“You think you’re just gonna get whatever you want.” His hand collides with your cheek again. “Hell no. Shut your bratty mouth and take my cock like a good girl.”

He inserts a finger into your swollen hole, taking it out to his lips. “Fuck Baby.” He grips your hips, bending over to line up. He presses his lips against your cheek then the other, letting his tongue reappear at your clit, letting your body buckle with your moan.

“Mmm just how I remember you.” He leaves a long strip to your entrance, with his index fucking your hole. “You fucking slut. I own you.” He slurps. “I’m going to tear you up.”

He bites your ass, realigning his cock with your core.

Painfully slow, he lets himself into you, bottoming his cock into your body. You both groan as he stays completely still.

“Fuck Tsukki. Move.” You gasp trying to adjust your hips however he has you pinned. “Fuck, you’re big. Move.” You’re breathless as he begins to adjust himself along your tight walls.

“Being nice now isn’t going to make me go easy on your tight pussy.” He slides out, barely leaving the tip in. “Beg for me. Tell me how badly you want me to use you.” He leans forward, his breath on your skin. “Tell me. Who’s gonna touch you like me?”

“N-no one.”

“Hmm? Tell me, Y/n, tell me who’s gonna fuck you like me?”

“No one Tsu- fuck.” He smashes his hips into yours, thrusting harder than he had ever before.

“That’s right. You slut.” He’s thrusting, both hands on your hips keeping him, steady. “You crave me. No one can satisfy you like me.” He bottoms into you, catching your breath with his cock.

“Too deep.” He smirks at your complaint.

“No those boys can’t fill your tight cunt like I can.”

“This is the- the last time Tsuki.”

“You damn liar. You depend on me. You need me.”

He shoves your head into the pillow muffling your moans while he pounds into you. His hand grazes across your ass restlessly, until he pulls out flipping you. His hands pin you down against the bed, his forehead resting against yours.

“I want to watch you cum on my cock.” He grunts, reinserting himself. “You’re so damn gorgeous, you maniac.”

You press your lips against his, your legs pulling him in deep. “Fuck you, Tsuki.”

He smirks into your lips, feeling your walls grip around his cock. Your moans grow louder and he’s pounding harder than ever, wanting you to finish on him.

“Who’s making you cum?” He pants, close himself.

“Fuck. Tsukishima.” You grip the back of his head, feeling yourself release on him, he cumming short after with the throbs of his cock twitching inside of you. His body, wet and covered in sweat, collapses on top of you his breathing matching yours as he lessens in size.

“Fuck.” He says pulling out. “Fuck.”

“Don’t worry about it.” You roll over to your side, feeling him sit up in the bed against the wall.

Moments pass and things begin to calm down, the post nut clarity. The downfall.

“It doesn’t get better than this, does it Tsuki?” Your sad reality hits you as you adjust yourself with a hand under his pillow, still not facing the blond but the wall instead. His covers hide your sweat glazed body and insecurities.

“What do you mean?”

“It’s an endless cycle. I get my heart broken and come crying back to my ex to fuck me because at least I know he’s not going to break me again because he’s already done that.”

You stare at the wall, feeling him shift beside you.

Then you feel his hand graze your hips, resting on the highest point.

“Well. Is that what you want? Do you want the endless cycle of me fucking you until you hate yourself?”

“No. Yes? I don’t know.”

“Would you rather just want to fuck me?”

“Like friends with benefits?” You turn on your side catching him rolling his eyes.

“We will never be friends.” He bluntly says searching for his glasses. You nod and he sighs. “It’s obvious you still have feelings for me, Y/n.”

You rest on your stomach, propping yourself up on your elbows.

“Whatever, Tsuki.”

“Don’t deny it. You wouldn’t keep coming back to me unless you wanted something.”

“I wanted to get laid.”

“And you’re a terrible liar.” He runs hand through his drenched curls.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“No normal person would drive two hours in the middle of the night to fuck someone, Y/n. It’s not worth it.”

You sit up grabbing the sheet to cover yourself.

“I’m not here for you to shove your opinions at me, Tsuki.”

“You’re right, Y/n.” He grabs your hand pulling you into him. “You’re here because you still have feelings. You’re here because you can’t accept that you’re not over our relationship. You’re here because you keep throwing yourself at random losers to substitute the feelings you have for me because you can’t admit it to yourself that you never wanted our relationship to end.”

He calls you out leaving you stunned. Not one word can come to your lips because deep down, you know he’s right.

Deep down, you keep going back to Tsuki because you know he won’t let you down. You know, that deep deep down in your chest, the beating organ is still beating for Tsuki but like him, you’re too stubborn to admit it.

“I just want to hear you say it.”

“Say what, Tsukishima?”

“Say that you miss me. Say that you still want me.” His lips brush against yours, his whisper barely audible. Those hands he cuffed around your wrists flip you on your back and he’s hovering over you. “Say you still want me. Say that us breaking up was a mistake and say you still want me. Just admit it.”

“Tsu-“ before you could say another word, his lips silence you, the pressure of his naked body atop of yours, but inches away from joining with each other. “I’m a terrible liar.”

“Then tell me the truth.” He whispers his lips closing in on yours.

“I love you, Kei.”

[spr1ngandastorm]

Chapters: 9/9 Fandom: Loki (TV 2021) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Loki/Mobius M. Mobius, Brunnhilde | Valkyrie/Sylvie Characters: Loki (Marvel), Mobius M. Mobius, En Dwi Gast | Grandmaster, Sylvie, Brunnhilde | Valkyrie (Marvel), Hulk (Marvel), Korg Additional Tags: Sakaar (Marvel), Dialogue Heavy, Mischief, Banter, Humor, Arguing, honeytrap loki, Sexual Tension, Fix-It, time is weird on sakaar, third person pov switching, Will add more tags as I go, Thor Ragnarok references, sylvie is a bamf, Love is a Dagger, wingman sylvie, Abuse of italics, hulk has big feelings!!, so do sylvie and loki, feelings are very scary, Everybody gets drunk, Jealous Mobius M. Mobius, Loki has a praise kink Series: Part 4 of Lokius fics <3 Chapter Summary:

The Grandmaster frowned. "All of this drama, over what? Your strange friends?"

"Yes, actually." Loki snapped.

"Well, speaking of them, and don't look now, but it looks like your footman's in a bit of a tight spot."

Loki kept the dagger where it was but turned his head a half-inch to look. A guard stood next to Mobius with a hand on his shoulder, holding a gun to his head. Sylvie and Valkyrie weren't anywhere near him, both caught up in their own fights. Loki felt his throat seize up at the sight of it, suddenly finding it impossible to breathe. "Let him go." Loki said, low and brittle, the blood in his veins turning to ice.

[mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea]

Rating: Mature Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Thor (Movies), Iron Man (Movies) Relationships: Justin Hammer & Loki, Justin Hammer/Loki Characters: Justin Hammer, Tony Stark, Loki (Marvel), Phil Coulson, Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Melinda May, En Dwi Gast | Grandmaster, Taneleer Tivan, Topaz (Marvel) Additional Tags: Domestic Avengers, Avengers Family, Post-Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Not Canon Compliant, Everybody Lives, Living Together, Enemies to Friends, rivals to friends, Baking, Getting to Know Each Other, Banter, Fluff, Humor, Fluff and Humor, Family Fluff, Team as Family, Family Feels, Bonding, Family Bonding, Team Bonding, Second Chances, Fear and Loathing In Las Vegas references, Mentions of Morgan Stark - Freeform, Mentions of Timmy Hammer (Justin's nephew), moodboard, Tony Stark's Cars, Tony Stark loves his cars and doesn't want to share them, Mission Fic, mission, Road Trips, Developing Friendships, Talking, Sparks of interest, Teasing, Flirting, There Was Only One Bed, How Justin Got His Groove Back, Pet Names, Loki's magic (Marvel), Team Dynamics, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood and Injury, Blood, Blood and Violence, Not Taylor Swift Friendly, Not Travis Kelce Friendly, hostages, X-Men Cameos Language: English Collections: Marvel Rare Pair Collection, Marvel Rare Pair Bingo 2023 Published: 2024-06-28 Words: 32,476 (total) Chapters: 6/7

For @kleenexwoman who gave me this prompt for the 50 cliché tropes and prompts: 33. Everyone thinks I should stay away from you because you're dangerous

For the @marvelrarepairbingo's Moodboard Madness, prompts: 7. Road Trip and will likely fall under 3. Mission Gone Wrong and more than likely (in fic) 8. There was only one bed.

One more chapter to go after this one, and then this wild ride will be over. For now. I think I'll have to play a bit in this 'verse again in the future because it was just so much fun.

[lazy-cat-corner]

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Thor (Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Brunnhilde | Valkyrie/Loki (Marvel)
Characters: Loki (Marvel), Brunnhilde | Valkyrie (Marvel), En Dwi Gast | Grandmaster
Additional Tags: Christmas Smut, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Aphrodisiacs, Christmas Party, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Oral Sex, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Canon Divergence - Thor: Ragnarok (2017), more sakaar shenanigans, the grandmaster threw a party and of course things get out of hand, small hints at frostmaster, grandmaster using terms of endearment that make you want to gag


Summary:

At a holiday party, The Grandmaster spikes Loki’s drink with a little aphrodisiac. Unfortunately, Loki is a bit tied up to do anything about it.

Preview:

“My job at this party is to, and I quote, look pretty and enjoy this little concoction I brewed up for you.”
“Shit,” Valkyrie gave a low whistle and shook her head.
“What?”
“He’s not gonna make this easy for you.” When Valkyrie took another sip out of her drink, she lowered the glass to see Loki’s eyebrows were furrowed. “That drink should kick in any minute now and by then, you’ll have no choice but to want to join in on the fun.”
…
“Yeah, Grandmaster doesn’t always use his slow release potions, but when he does, he makes sure they have a strong kick.” 🎄🎄🎄🎄 Happy Holidays Valki shippers! I come with a present! Hope you all enjoy this little smutty one shot. Look! I was so excited to post it, I made a cute little edit to go with it.

[hugsandharrifield]

Harrifield College Ficlet AU#9

Halloween Shopping - Steve X Dwight Modern Day College AU Gonna try and get this arc done before Halloween hopefully, sorry to leave you guys on another cliff hanger but I kind of like how it builds the excitement. ------------------------------------------------------------ Dwight loved these tacky Spirit Halloween stores. Partly cause he loved Halloween in general. He and Steve had decided to drop by the one that had taken over an old empty Strip Mall that was near campus. He and his boy were looking for costumes for a  Halloween party that was taking place at the sister Sorority to Steve's Fraternity.   "So should we do a sickeningly cute couples costume?" Steve laughed as he pointed at a Raggedy Ann and Andy pair of costumes.  Dwight gave him the stink eye, " I don't know I kind of want something that's at least kind of scary."  "I mean me as Raggedy Ann would be kind of terrifying." Steve poked Dwight in the side in a spot he knew his boy was ticklish. Dwight swatted at his boys hand and stifled a giggle "Stop it!" Dwight was like a kid in a candy store, "God I could spend a fortune here."  he had picked up several smaller decorations and goofy Halloween novelty items and put them in a basket. "OOOOH." Steve pulled out a pretty decent looking Michael Myers costume. "This scary enough for you?"   "I love that movie!." Dwight looked over at the price tag. "Are you sure you can afford that?"  it was well over $100 "Hey! I said for you not to worry about it, I'm going to take care of anything we get here today my treat."   Steve was lucky his parents were pretty well off so they spoiled there only son a lot but Dwight wasn't used to just making splurges like this.  He knew Dwight loved this hokey stuff so he was treating him. Dwight was worried that Steve was overdoing it though, he had to talk him out of getting a fog machine when Dwight mentioned out loud how cool they were. Dwight stared at the rack near where Steve picked up the Michael Myers costume.. "Oooh then I should go as Ghostface and we can be serial killer boyfriends." He half joked as he pulled it off the rack and then he looked at the price tag and put it immediately back on the rack. "What?" Steve tilted his head confused and picked up the costume again, "That sounds kind of cool actually." "No ... I mean... Yeah but I mean look at that." He pointed to the price tag it was slightly more expensive than the Myers costume. Steve gave Dwight a glare. "OH.... Now you've done it. I am putting my foot down.. I said not to worry about it and your worrying! Your getting this costume and that's final I saw how your face lit up when you grabbed it."  Dwight looked embarrassed... "I..." Steve seemed to give him a warning look. " But... " Steve crossed his arms and tapped his feet.  "Nope! Putting my foot down." Dwight flushed, "You are way too good to me." and looked down at his feet embarrassed. "Hey..."  Steve swooped in and gave his boy a hug. " We are here to have fun.. and really trust me I know your not used to it but I got enough so you don't need to worry okay Dwi?"  Steve gave him a quick peck on the cheek. Dwight felt slightly mollified " Thanks I really mean it, I am not used to..." "I get it man." Steve smiled. " I love you." he winked and gave him another kiss. Dwight felt warm all over and the costume finally just slipped into the basket. After a few smaller items like knives for the costumes and some goofy cheap trinkets. They headed up to the counter, Dwight hadn't been paying attention and then he heard a familiar voice behind the counter. "Did you find everything you were looking for?" His head turned and he saw Frank was running the register.

[randomfandomimagine]

Dating George Weasley Would Include

Requested by @x-joie-x:

ive been into hp again so much recently & i looked at ur masterlist and- there's not yet a dwi for george weasley!! so id like to request that, if its ok~ sooo: "dating would include w/ george and having a twin (sister) yourself" (lmao u can tell im doing this for me & jodi cause we're twins too-) tysm! ♡

Dating George is very special in many ways

You’re best friends and share lots of adventures

You’re definitely partners in crime, participating in their shenanigans

I say ‘their’ because you’re close with Fred too (I’ll get more into that later)

At first you were a little worried about them getting in trouble

But eventually, you realized how funny and mostly harmless it was

Just little pranks that didn’t hurt anyone

With time, you started participating in them

And even coming up with ideas yourself, much to their amusement

George would look at you admiringly when you expressed them

‘Y/N, my dear, you are a genius’ He would say to you

Giving you a little kiss after, excited about your idea

Kisses are a daily occurrence with George, really

He’s not shy about it, not minding do it in public either

And if you do get shy yourself, he will tease you about it endlessly

You also hold hands everywhere you go, all the time

He’s walking you to one of your classes? You’re holding hands

Being bored together in History of Magic? Holding hands

You’re also intimate and sappy sometimes

Cuddling in the common room and playing with your hair

Chatting and listening to his many stories

Or him hearing about your day or whatever you want to talk about

And George would kiss your cheek every now and then

And you would nuzzle his neck and giggle at the cute gesture

In fact, Fred constantly tells you two how you’re too adorable

More than once he has scared you, being too caught up in your sappiness

‘You two are disgusting!’ Fred would joke. ‘This is a public space!’

George wouldn’t get startled, but would laugh at you jolting up

You’re also there for each other no matter what

To let the other vent and comfort one another

Or to do your best to make the most of bad days

Obviously being invited to the Burrow to spend the holidays

And let me tell you, Mrs. Weasley adores you

She says that maybe you’ll shove some sense into that rascal

That you would be a good influence on him

It’s ironic because it’s the other way around

And you’ve become almost as mischievous as the twins

That said, George also spoils you and adores you, and she sees this

Fond nicknames that are half ironic and half genuine

‘Darling’, ‘dear’, ‘babe’, ‘sweetie’, ‘cutiepie’...

Always joking around and picking on the other

Cheering him on during Quidditch games

With kisses of good luck before he goes into the field

Always having him tell you that he doesn’t need it but...

Really, he doesn’t mind getting more luck if you know what he means

And having a twin:

It was inevitable, your twin ended up dating Fred

You and George were so close that it had to happen

You yourself got close to Fred through George

There was a difference to their personalities, but you still liked him

And George was glad, because it was important for him to like Fred

And since you were as close to your twin as he was with his...

Well, the four of you ended up hanging out together

And as they say, the rest is history

So double dates are a thing, at least once a week

Going to Hogsmeade for a nice butterbeer

Doing big pranks in which the four of you participate

Maybe even doing a good old fashioned switcheroo

‘Gotta take advantage that we’re two sets of twins, right?’

The four of you have inside jokes and are like your own little group

And maybe even gossip a bit all together

It’s rare that you’re not together, or at least the couples

Because you all get along so well, you enjoy being together!

Tag list: @dancewaterdance02​ /  @raararasputin​ / @thisismysecrethappyplace​ / @bitchingpretty​ / @lookinsidemyhead​ / @c-taylor-wanna-be-a-glader​ / @welcome-here-in-my-world​ / @x-jodi-x​ / @under-the-clouds​ / @fortheloveofbenyandtom​ / @okay-j-hannah​  // If you want to be added or taken off the tag list for these fandoms or characters, let me know!!  // Reblogs and comments are appreciated!

[totally-not-murdercat]

Trans girl Tom

where is she