#the dom vibes are impeccable

[infernaleikon]

dom obi-wan my beloved

[zeroducks-2]

I am conflicted. Your SlaDick art makes me go hnngg, but I've never found Slade to be a particularly interesting character. A good 80% of what I see about him on here is just discourse, which usually points towards a character being super intriguing, but most of what I've read in the comics he just seems like 'Generic Assassin Character With Bonus Divorced Dad Elements' What am I missing out on???

(Also, can I have a link to your header image? I need to reblog that asap)

Hey Tiger! How are you doing? Unfortunately I can't give you a tumblr link to my header image because tumblr's puritan ass considers it too much and took the post down LOL (it is literally just a guy in lingerie so idk what they're on about). You can have the Bluesky link instead.

Okay so about Slade. I honestly don't get the whole, uhh... "it's funny cause he's divorced" thing going on in the Slade fanbase. Like yeah he used to be a military man, he got married and had kids, but because he secretly became a mercenary and made lots of enemies, one of his sons very nearly died and his wife (understandably!) divorced him for it. I don't get what's funny about it, I don't get why people go "LOLOL he's a divorced guy!" like where's the punchline exactly? Lots of people get divorced is that a funny thing...?

Well but anyway. He used to be a very complex, very gray character in the 80s, when he was written by Wolfman and Perez. Initially he was not exactly a bad guy despite acting in the role of an antagonist, he was going against the Titans to honor the memory of his dead eldest son. Of course being a mercenary with little qualms about killing people put him in the gray area by default, but he was nice with the kids when the situation allowed it, very loving towards his middle child (Joseph, who also was a Titan), and he and Dick held mutual respect for each other (to the point that Dick convinced Bruce that Slade was actually a good man, and a honorable man who would never break his word. Which tbf was true).

The run Deathstroke The Terminator which ran from 1991 to 1996 is interesting and complex, selling itself like a Macho Man Thing! With Guns! And Explosions!, while it's actually tackling delicate themes such as parental grief, loss, CPTSD, the horrors of war and such. Slade's incrollable friendship and loyalty towards William "Billy" Randolph Wintergreen (former comrade in arms) is a very important and fairly touching aspect of it, and Slade's struggle to just Be A Good Person despite everything (and failing) is imo very compelling.

Over the years (and at this point irremediably), Slade has veered from being a gray, complex and multidimensional character into being only a villain. He stopped being caring towards his family (or he's directly manipulative and abusive especially towards Rose, youngest child born from adultery), he stopped being "fatherly" towards the Titans, and lost complexity overall. What he gained were impeccable Daddy Dom vibes, also thanks to the cartoon (Teen Titans 2003), where a Slade Wilson inspired character (called only "Slade" and voiced by Ron Perlman) is the embodiment of evil and has a fixation on young Robin Dick Grayson.

There are more "modern" moments in which Slade is still an interesting character. Like when he tried to steal the speed force from Wally (and eventually got it from Ace) to go back in time and save his eldest son's life (and failed miserably, but managed to change the fact that Grant, his boy, had died alone, because he held him through his last moments). The Slade you see being shipped with Dick is sort of an amalgam of all that... sometimes he's the sharp, wicked monster of the tt03 cartoon, sometimes he's a more gentle elder man who genuinely grew fond of Dick, sometimes he's a piece of garbage who's toying with a kid, and most of the times he's a ruthless mercenary who will stop for nothing and no one to fulfill his contracts... but he has a soft spot for Dick.

This last bit of characterization comes from the most iconic Nightwing run (1996 by Devin Grayson), and it's where Dick and Slade have some of their most interesting interactions since the New Teen Titans run of the 80s. There Slade acts like a lazy but dangerous big cat, and Dick has his carefully studied methods of dealing with him, which work because Slade is very fond of him basically.

There are more things to say but this post is long enough already! I feel Slade is one of the characters who have been done dirty by DC executives, because they have a hard time dealing with gray characters overall. He's versatile when it comes to fanworks because his characterization is all over the place (except a couple core concepts he's a different character in each media he appears in, basically), and Sladick is ridiculously hot and works imo very well in lots of different circumstances.

[stormyoceans]

'phum likes it when peem is a little mean' yeah but that's because phuwin is a dom irl i thought everyone already kne- *gets blackbagged and dragged away*

SFJKSGFJGFJKSHFJKSGFKSGJFJKDGKGJ I MEAN. I DO NOT KNOW THIS KID LIKE THAT HOWEVER I’VE BEEN STARTING TO WATCH MORE PONDPHUWIN CONTENT IN THE PAST FEW DAYS AND

TRULY UNPRECEDENTED UNPARALLELED UNMATCHED LEVELS OF VIBES JUST BEING ON DISPLAY FOR FREE HERE. TRULY IMPECCABLE. DELICIOUS EVEN. DARE I SAY EFFERVESCENT. I NEED MORE OF WHATEVER THIS PARTICULAR BRAND OF DERANGEMENT IS. I THINK GMMTV SHOULD JUST FORGET ABOUT THESE STUPID TOP/BOTTOM STEREOTYPES AND LET PHUWIN LOOSE ON SET. SEE HOW THAT GOES

[pixel-percy]

🌊 A Modern Sensei AU — Mizu's private lessons are helpful but sometimes she just drives you crazy... Maybe in more ways than one. 🌊

🌊 Word Count: 1.7k 🌊 Music Vibes: Make Me Water by Tyla 🌊 Warning(s): Smut (giving head), public sex (they're outside), light Dom/Sub (bratty reader), & mentor/mentee power imbalance (it's all consensual) 🌊 A/N: I've had this on my backlog for so long and I finally got it out of my brain. I loved Blue Eye Samurai when I watched it and Mizu is just so... 😏 hehe

The smack of the wooden sword against your ass was a bit rougher than any of the previous taps you’d received from Mizu. You winced, as you whipped around to look at her, jaw clenched.

“Ow,” you said tersely.

“You keep making the same mistake,” she said cooly, posture impeccable. A smirk tugged at the corner of her lips but she resisted letting it form fully. “You’re not gonna learn if there aren’t any consequences.”

You tensed a little at her tone and how her eyes watched your face behind the yellow tint of her glasses. A gentle breeze moved through the Summer air of the forest and the steady trickle of a nearby river permeated the tense silence between you.

“Well, it still hurt.”

“Didn’t think you’d complain about that,” she replied. A small blush crept along your cheeks but you refused to yield to her incessant teasing. Nothing ever came of it, just shoulder pushes and eye rolls, yet she persisted as if she enjoyed the game of it all despite her cool demeanor.

It was hard to get a read on her sometimes despite how much you wanted to, so you did your best to temper your expectations since these “private lessons” started months ago. You’d known each other for a year or so before, and when you expressed interest in learning some self-defense, Mizu was the first to offer. She had her own dojo and though you offered to pay her, she refused. So here you were.

“Back in your stance,” she instructed and sunk easily into the one she preferred.

“Can we move on from this today?” You didn’t mean to sound so petulant but it was warm and you had messed up this particular set up more times than you wanted to admit. The sting of Mizu’s ‘corrections’ were starting to catch up with you, and while you kind of loved the sensation, the warm air was making you testy.

“Back in your stance,” Mizu repeated.

You sighed deeply.

“3, 2, 1… Go.”

The strikes of the wooden swords echoed through the trees, a steady rhythm that temporarily disrupted the peaceful silence its creatures typically knew. You could feel Mizu pushing you, blocking attacks at the last second, feet dragging through the moss and grass as you tried to find a better position. Mizu didn’t let up.

You moved, focused on Mizu’s strikes, and felt your foot suddenly slip on the river’s edge, sending you crashing unceremoniously into the waist-deep water with a screech. It was too fast for Mizu to grab you despite reaching for you and calling your name.

“SHIT,” you shouted after you broke the surface of the river.

Mizu’s eyes were wide, grimacing, but it looked like she was fighting a laugh. You glared at her and rose to your feet with as much grace as possible. Mizu bit her lip to suppress a bubble of laughter before she extended a hand for you to grab.

“Well, this is a good reminder for another lesson,” she said as you took her hand. “Be aware of your surroundings.”

Your jaw clenched and, instead of allowing her to assist you back onto the grass, you narrowed your eyes, sank your fit into the river's sediment, and tugged. Surprise crossed Mizu’s face as she took in your smirk and tried not to fall in but, this time, you’d been the one to catch her unawares.

Mizu hit the water roughly and caused an enormous splash that had you caught in the crossfire, a wave of the cool liquid hitting your side; it was worth it.

“You… little…” Mizu said. The laughter you’d been trying to fight off yourself finally erupted, earning your teacher a glare.

“This is your lesson,” you said while catching your breath. “Never underestimate your opponent.”

Mizu didn’t say anything, blue eyes behind her shades locked onto your face. You weren’t sure what to make of it, feeling a heat rising in your cheeks under her gaze.

“What?” you asked, convinced she was actually upset with you. Then, to your dismay, she started to move toward you in the water, and, instinctively, you moved back. She continued her advance and just as your hand touched the bank, she closed the distance and pressed her body completely against yours. Your hands moved up her shoulders for balance. The blush you’d been building up fully bloomed, only inches separating your faces and nothing between your bodies. “Mizu?” You were a little breathless. What was happening?

She kept quiet and moved one hand to grab your wrist, pinning it to the edge of the riverbank softly. The mud painted abstract images along your skin, the grass tickled, and the water soaked deeper into your clothes with every second that ticked by. You could feel her breath on your face.

“Mizu,” you said again but softer.

Nothing again. You felt her other hand touch your hip and slowly ascend, flirting with the skin under your shirt, the side of your chest, all the way up to the base of your neck. You weren’t sure what you were expecting but you leaned back a little to allow her more access… and she took it. Her calloused fingers spread, pressing her thumb and middle finger gently into the muscles on either side.

Mizu searched your face for any protest. You provided none.

Her grip tightened around your throat, enough for you to gasp, but in no way harmful. With such a hold on you, she tilted your head to the side.

“You.” She pressed her lips to your cheek. “Are such.” Your head leaned to the side for her to place her lips on the other one. “A pain.” You tested the waters, trying to move the hand she had a grip on, only to feel her reinforce it, pressing it harder into the mud. She straightened your face to see you fully, eyes flicking between your eyes and lips. “In the ass.”

You just smiled in response. So did she.

And then she kissed you.

It was deep, slow, and rhythmic, somewhat matching the flow of the river’s path. You sighed, a small moan leaving your lips and receiving the same in return. Nothing about this day had indicated this was how it was gonna go. Nothing at all. It was everything you didn’t know you had wanted and the feeling of her fingers tightening around your throat, digging into the skin in the most delicious of ways, drove you crazy.

She allowed your hand freedom, both of which found their way around her neck as she released her grip on yours—to your mild disappointment. Instead, she grabbed under your thighs and lifted, earning a surprised sound from you, and perched you on the riverbank.

“This okay?” she asked, voice husky, her eyes peering up at you now, a clear sight over her glasses that were covered in streaks of water. You nodded. Her fingers found the top of your soaked-through sweats and gave a tug. “This?” You nodded again and lifted your hips. She hooked her fingers over the top of them, also catching your underwear, and pulled them down to your ankles, which she lifted over her head so she could be between your thighs.

You didn’t know what to say.

“Are you going to listen if I ask you to lay back? Or are you going to be a brat about that too?” she asked and positioned your thighs over her shoulders. You looked down at her, unable to find the will to sass her in this moment, and did as she asked. “Good pet.”

A feeling fluttered in your stomach at that.

Without much effort, she lifted your legs, and dove between them, devouring you so deliciously that you gasped. Her arms nestled in the creases of your pelvis and her fingers dug into the skin of your thighs so rough they might bruise. Every stroke of her tongue over you felt hungry, greedy. Water droplets slid down your sensitive skin, a cool sensation that did nothing to quell the heat radiating off of you. Your fingers dug into the grass and threatened to pull each blade up from the root.

“Shit,” you gasped. The pleasure you felt building up was intoxicating and maddening. Any gripe you had with training today faded with every single second Mizu spent between your thighs. The sound of your voice only egged her on. Had you both been hiding this desire from each other for this long? A part of you regretted it, wondered if maybe you could have gotten to this place sooner, but you didn’t get the chance to finish that thought.

Your orgasm cascaded through you, a moan so loud you accidentally startled some birds in a nearby tree. Mizu didn’t let up though, holding onto you as though you were going to float away and you held onto one of her arms like she was an anchor to this plane of existence. She tasted every bit of you, tongue simply a tool to swallow everything. She peppered soft kisses on you, before ducking back down into the river, and appearing outside the cage of your legs. You felt her hands pull at your heavy, river-soaked sweats, and tugged them up, hips lifting very briefly, until you were decent again.

The evening sunbeams danced through the treetops. You heard the splash and dripping of water as Mizu finally pulled themselves out of the river and took a seat next to you. You sat there for a moment, still coming down from your orgasm, and felt the gentle reassurance of Mizu’s hand on your knee, thumb rubbing it.

“So,” Mizu said. You looked down at her, eyes on you as she cleaned her glasses. “The practice swords are gone and we’re both soaked. Probably, best we call it for the day.” A pang of disappointment hit your chest and she must have noticed it in your face, because continued, “But… I’ve got time tonight for some extra lessons. And some dry clothes you can use.”

Mizu smirked. You smiled and hoisted yourself up just enough to grab the front of her soaked shirt. She didn’t put up a fight at all, allowing you to tug her down with you into another passionate kiss, the taste of you on her tongue.

[precgl-bardic-inspo]

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Almost exclusively a Soft Daddy Dom with one exception, for the right Mommy, should they exist, I will rock their world as a power bottom Little But I'm not actively seeking one out. All of you lovely (legitimate) for hire Mommies are doing an amazing thing for our community, I see it, appreciate it, commend it, and will follow you for our shared interest in Littles, but I don't think you'll be the one for me. So please don't solicit me, thank you.

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[skelitinonmyback]

short skirt/long jacket

pairing: poe dameron x fem!reader

synopsis: poe is a barista at the coffee shop you go to everyday, and he is absolutely head over heels for you. your femme fatale, business woman vibe makes his knees weak every time you come by. after pressure from his coworkers he put his moves on you. and you are more than happy to take him on.

content warning: SMUT 18+, dom!reader, sub!poe, oral sex (r!receiving), edging, male whimpers, grinding, teasing

word count: 3.9k

You were the only thing Poe looked forward to. His ears perked like a dog whenever he heard the bell at the front of the store chime at the arrival of a new customer, hoping it was you. His coworkers Finn and Rey caught on pretty quick by the way he turned bright red and stuttered everytime you came in. There was one time when Finn swore he saw Poe check his breath when you came through the door and he has yet to live that down.

That was the only reason Poe was putting on his apron now actually. The guarantee of seeing you was a greater motivator than the coffee they sold at the cafe. He clocked in and instead of being a good worker, his eyes were trapped on the door hoping to summon you. Maybe you were wearing a trenchcoat since the fall weather has finally started. God, you would look so good in a trenchcoat.

“You know staring at the door won’t make her get here any faster,” Rey shook her head behind him, the sound of her voice making him jump. 

“Fuck, don’t sneak up on me like that,” he pouted, not happy being called out like that.

She rolled her eyes, she was standing behind him for two minutes before she finally said something. “Why don’t you just ask her out? She totally checks you out everytime she comes in! She even asked where  you were yesterday when you didn’t work.”

“Did she really?” His eyes lit up at the idea, but he soon killed the flame not wanting his hopes to get up. “Whatever. If it’s so easy, why don’t you go ask Finn out hmm?”

Rey’s face turned sour and before she could scold him, Finn’s lovely voice came from the back of house. “What are we talking about?” His face appears from the doorway after his voice with a teasing look on his face. “Is he finally gonna ask her out?”

Poe’s face was starting to flush and he swore steam was coming from his ears with all the teasing he had to endure. He was racking his mind with ways to get back at his meddling coworkers but his focus was broken with the ring of the door bell. With the sound of your name coming from Rey he knew who it was. Didn’t everyone just have impeccable timing today.

“Wow, slow day today?” you questioned, surprised by the bare cafe on a Monday.

“Y-yeah, you just missed the crowd, haha. Get us a-all to yourself” Poe stuttered, turning a whole other shade of pink by your presence. He looked over to Rey for some help who just mouthed ‘smooth’ at him. In his defense, you looked good today, like how you look good everyday but more. He couldn’t quite put his finger on what made you look different today but he knew he liked it.

“Oh lucky me,” you giggled, always flattered by how flustered Poe was when you came in, it’s so cute. “Oh, Rey! I tried that lipstick you recommended. What do you think?”

“Oh my god, it looks so good! I knew that color would suit you,” she gushed. “What do you think, Poe?”

Suddenly, his throat closed up with mucus and he just didn’t know what words were anymore. “G,” he cleared his throat. “Good. I think it looks good.”

“Thank you, Poe,” you said, enjoying the way his eyes widened when you said his name. “I’ll just take my usual.” You set the exact change you’ve come to memorise down in his palm before heading to the end of the bar, talking to Rey who was making your drink. 

You guys were over there talking for about 5 minutes before Poe got suspicious. Before he could intercept the conversation you already had one foot out the door and a napkin that Rey had handed you. When Poe tried asking Rey about it, she just shrugged and said ‘what napkin’. It was stuck on his mind for the rest of the day.

It wasn’t until later that night when he got a text did he realize what hijinx Rey was up to.

UNKNOWN NUMBER: Hello, Poe.

POE: hello? can i ask who this is

You sent him your name and a little apology for not starting with that.

His heart dropped to his stomach and his palms got sweaty. Wow, you didn’t even need to be here to get him incredibly nervous.

POE: OH, hi! hope you dont mind me asking but howd you get my number lol

YOU: Rey gave it to me this morning. I hope that’s ok!

His face turned red, so embarrassed by his match making coworker. God, he hoped you didn’t blame him for her meddling, completely ruining his chance with you. 

POE: oh goodness, im so sorry abt her, i hope she didnt force anything on you :/

YOU: Oh, it’s no problem, Poe.

Even the way you texted was so sexy and sufisticated. It really shouldn’t be turning him on as much as it was.

POE: are u sure? if she was over stepping bounds id be happy to make it up to u

Be more desperate, Poe. Jesus Christ.

YOU: Well, if you do want to make it up to me, I am free tomorrow at 6:30 pm for dinner. I’ll be expecting something nice.

POE: oh sure i can do dinner tmrw. have u ever been to ogas grill

YOU: Poe, honey, it doesn’t actually have to be fancy. I was teasing you.

HONEY? God, you were going to give him a heart attack if you kept that behavior up.

POE: no its ok i like it :)

YOU: See you then!

Poe quite literally couldn’t wait. He could feel all of the cells of his body vibrating with excitement and he couldn’t fall asleep. Once he finally did, he woke right back up an hour later when his alarm for work went off. Oh he couldn’t wait to see you when you came in for your coffee as usual but this time you had a date planned. 

And as if time was flipping before him, he was already clocked in for the shift, 30 minutes before you usually come in. His demeanor was distant for he was drifting away in his thoughts that were occupied solely by you. He was distracted in the back, zoned out doing the dishes when Finn calling your name dragged him to reality.

Poe didn’t bother turning off the water before running out front to see you waiting for your drink at the end of the bar. He called out your name in a tired, breathless voice as if he just ran a marathon to see you.

“Hi, Poe,” you beamed with a bright smile that practically burned Poe’s insides.

“Hi, you’re here early,” he observed. “N-not that that’s a bad thing, I just don’t think I’ve ever seen you here before 7:30. NOT that I’m like keeping track of you or you know what I’m just gonna stop talking.”

“It’s ok, honey,” you giggled unaware of the way Poe gripped onto the counter to stop himself from falling to his knees for you. “I just couldn’t wait to see you today is all.”

Poe’s eyes went wide with awe and he had to hold himself back from jumping over the counter and kissing you. “Really?” is all his brain managed to come up with as he started planning out your entire relationship together.

“Yeah,” you laughed at his shock that you were infact excited to see him, gushing over the sheer cuteness that was him. Cutting off your moment together, Finn sets your drink down for you on the bar. “I’ll let you get back to work, but I can’t wait to see you wait at dinner, honey.”

“Me too,” he sighed, eyes dazed watching you leave the store.

“Dinner?” Finn gasped, perplexed by your words.

“Shut up.”

—

Later that day Poe was practically shitting his pants as he waited outside of your apartment. He brought flowers because he thought it was the right thing to do but as he looked at flowers he started overthinking about the casualness of everything. What if you just wanted to get dinner to know him better as a friend and you would laugh in his face and call him stupid for ever believing you would want to go out with him. So he settled on a bundle of baby’s breath and eucalyptus.

When you answered the door all the breath from his lungs escaped him and a stitch started forming in his side from just standing there and looking at you. You were wearing a dress, midi length, that hugged you in all the right places and revealed more skin than he ever thought he’d see on you. Your lipstick red and heels stiletto, doubling down on your femme fatale image.

“You know,” you start, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you without your apron on. It’s nice, you clean up well.”

Hi siliva stuck to the back of his throat at your compliment, causing him to roughly clear his throat. “Um, I got these for you, wasn’t sure what kind you liked so,” he said humbly, handing you the flowers with weak hands.

You thanked him, obsessed with how bashful he was, and turned back into your house to set them down on the counter before taking his arm and heading with him to his car. His palms were already sweaty simply from the grip you had on his bicep and when he opened your door to let you into his car he felt some relief of getting a little bit of distance from you, just so he could breathe again.

Luckily for him, Oga’s Grill was just a five minute drive down from your apartment, so he didn’t have to worry too much about making polite conversation and instead he could focus on regulating his breathing. It was unfortunate for you however. You loved watching him twitch and get nervous over a car ride with you. It made your imagination run wild, thinking about all the reactions he would have if you were actually trying to make him nervous.

The dinner was, well, awkward. Poe couldn’t stop getting nervous and accidentally knocking stuff over and it was honestly the cutest thing you’ve ever seen. You could tell he was immensely nervous more than anything but you couldn’t bring yourself to console him, loving how red he got from stirring in his own juices. 

When the check came, he felt panicked because the date didn’t go at all how he had planned. He was waiting for the moment he would gain the confidence to sweep you off your feet but it never came. He put his card in the checkbook, hands shakier than ever, not knowing how to rebound after making himself look like a complete buffoon.

When you guys got back in the car, Poe didn’t put the key in the ignition, instead he just stared at the steering wheel in front of him. Excitement sparkeed in your abdomen, thinking he was finally going to make a move. He swallowed every nerve crawling up his throat so he could get out this sentence.

“I’m sorry for my… behavior today. I was just so nervous, I kept on embarrassing myself, I guess,” he said, too ashamed to look at you.

For the first time that day, your heart actually tugged at the way he struggled to communicate so you officially needed to put his worries away. “Hey, it’s ok. I thought it was cute.” He scoffed at you and you had to double down. “Honest. Really, I think it’s kind of… sexy.”

His eyebrows shot up to his hairline and for the first time in the whole evening he made eye contact with you and you could’ve crumbled right there. The way his eyesbrows pinched together and his mouth pouted with confusion was slowly chipping away at your patience. And the sound of his voice when he said “really?” was practically begging you to go on.

“Come on, you can’t look at me like that and pretend to be confused about what I find attractive about it all.”

“Wait, you’re being serious?” His voice was weaker and he faced his body towards you, the best he could in the car, and you wanted nothing more than to kiss that surprised look off his face. 

“As a fucking heart attack, Poe, I swear I was wet for that entire dinner,” you admit, throwing caution to the wind.

Embarrassingly so, Poe choked on his spit, awed by the words you just said about him. He shook his head, not completely understanding what you meant by that. Frustrated by all the back and forth, you grabbed his hand and shoved it up your skirt to where your thighs parted, where you had undoubtedly soaked through your panties. The sound of a whimper passing through Poe’s lips made your thighs clench around the hand you brought between them.

“Feel what you do to me, baby?” you questioned with a pout. Completely dumb by everything around him, he just nodded, eyes boring into yours. His finger tips twitched, running along your clothed cunt purly on intsinct. “Why don’t you take me home, huh baby?”

You didn’t have to ask him twice. He ripped his hand away from you and forced the car into reverse and maybe went a bit above the speed limit to make it home. You weren’t making it easy for him to focus on the road either. You had a hand on him the entire time, running your manicured nails up and down his thigh and he could feel himself twitching and lurch in the confines of his pants.

When you got to the parking lot of your apartment you werre sure he was going to hurt himself with how fast he got out of the car. You couldn’t help but laugh at his eagerness when he was already to the front of your apartment by the time you left his car.

“C’mon now, honey, don’t want me to think you’re desperate,” you teased, completely joking. But when you saw the way his eyes twinkled and lips stuttered you knew he was taking you seriously, and liking it. You clucked your tongue at him and shook your head before letting him into your apartment.

You kicked off your shoes in the foyer and he did the same, mimicking all of your actions. Poe was very nervous, he wasn’t really the type to have sex on a first date so he didn’t really understand the protocol or what would be expected of him. You felt his nervousness and knew that he didn’t really know what to do with himself so you threw him a bone.

“Why don’t you go sit on the couch for me, baby?” He immediately followed your instruction, walking the ten paces to took to get from your front door to your couch. Satisfied by his obedience you called him ‘good boy’ that gave you a harsh sigh and a stuttered step in return. You were willing to call him good boy every second of every day if it got you that in return.

“Aww, you like it when I called you that?”

His eyes were wide and lips were parted when he nodded back at you, sitting incredibly straight on your couch. You stood in front of him and shook your head, disappointed with his response. “I need to hear you.”

“... yes.”

“That’s a good boy. You answer all of my questions when I ask them, alright?”

“Yes, ma’am,” his voice hoarse in response.

Your spine tingled at the new nickname he developed for you and your control almost faded away completely. But, you didn’t want to scare him away by pouncing on him so instead you settled for sitting gently on his lap, lining his hips with yours.

“This ok?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he repeated, his voice higher, whinier than before. The sound of it made you roll your hips against his and the jagged gasp he let out had you doing another and then another until he was heavy panting and his nails dug into the fabric of your couch.

“Sorry, pretty boy, you just look so good everytime I do it,” you huffed, unable to straighten out your breathing.

“I’it’s ok, ah,” his voice strained when you started grinding down on him harsher and more frantic. “F-fuuck, oh fuck. Stop, please I’m gonna, gonna cum, oh.”

“Already, baby?” Your hips stilled as you looked at him with curiosity. He nodded and you could tell by the way his jaw was dropped, eyes barely open, and neck completely flushed he was lying. He began to writhe under you, subconsciously looking for the friction that’ll have him finished. “But, you haven’t even touched me yet.”

“Can I,” he cut himself off, looking at the ceiling embarrassed.

“Can you what baby? Come on, use your words.”

“Can I eat you out?” he admitted, bringing his chin down so his eyes could search yours. His desperation grew when you didn’t respond to him right away. “Please, ma’am, wanna taste you so bad. Just wanna make you feel good, baby, please”

“Shh, of course you can, baby,” you muttered. Soon you were yelping when he picked you up to switch positions, setting you down on the couch with your ass to the very edge.

Without any other words, he kneeled down in front of you and fuck was it a sight to behold. He didn’t look up at you, all of his focus was on your legs as he rolled up your skirt with furrowed brows. You felt the scrap of teeth and a tug, realizing that behind the skirt pooled around your thighs was Poe, taking your panties off with his fucking teeth. He reappeared, panties between his teeth. He looked at your face and seductively took them out from between his teeth and settled them on the couch next to you before diving back in.

You inhaled sharply and cursed and the sudden ravaging against your cunt. He wasn’t kidding when he said he wanted to eat you out because his tongue was lapping against your hole like a fucking dog and his nose dug into your clit. You lifted your skirt up enough to grab ahold of his hair and keep him at work tight against you.

“Fuck,” you groaned, “Good fucking boy, ugh, feels so good.” Your voice was deep and raw and the sound of it tagged him on further, making his lick and nudges harder. It didn’t take long for a spring to break in you and Poe clenched his nails into your thighs when you started shaking, trying to get him off you with the intensity of your orgasm. 

Finally calming down, you used your grip on his head to manivuer him back so you could get a good look at him. You wished you could take a picture of him and frame it from the way he looked now. His hair unruly, face bright red, and chin completely damp with your essence was a sight to behold. His chest heaved from the air suddenly rushing back to his lungs.

You pull him up to sit next to you on the couch and you take apart his pants. He lifts his hips so you can pull down pants, boxers following. Soon his cock laid up against his stomch, bright red, leaking, and twitching like he was fighting off an orgasm. Unable to help yourself, you ran your finger nail up the underside of it. His hand darted forward to try and stop you, a hiss escaping his mouth.

“Uh uh, you let me touch what’s mine,” you tsked. When he let go of you and returned his hand to his side you hummed “that’s right,” before wrapping your fist around him. 

Immediately, strings of fuck’s and oh god’s were piling out of his mouth. His hips were jerking along with your movements and precum dribbled onto your hand as a natural form of lubricant.

“Shit, I’m gonna c-cum, I’m gonna,” his rant cut off as you removed your hand away from him. He looked over at you with wild eyes like a puppy you just kicked.

“You only get to cum inside me, ok?” you were stern with your words and he had no other choice but to nod along with them.

You kicked your leg to the other side of him and brought your lap down to his, this time you were touching each other’s most intimate parts bare and the stimulation made Poe light headed. You knew Poe wouldn’t last long but you didn’t mind, completely satisfied with the orgasm he brought you earlier. 

You reached under your dress where you two met and pulled his cock up, lefting your hip with it. You teased the tip over the slit of you, making him bunch the meat of your hip into his fist and whine. You swore you saw tears form in his eyes as he pleaded for you.

Breaking him from his misery, you slowly sid down his length. Thank you, thank you, thank you fell from his lips as he was consumed by you.

It would’ve been embarrassing for him if he could think about anything other than the warmth of your cunt. It only took five more ruts of your hips before his legs tighten, hips spasmed and hands flailing to different parts of you. You knew he was on the brink of cumming but for some reason he was denying himself. He was waiting for you.

“Go ahead, baby, cum for me.”

His eyebrows furrowed and abs tighten with the focus of hold himself off. “But, you haven’t.”

“It’s ok. Wanna feel you cum inside me. Can you do that for me? Can you cum for me baby?”

That last push was all he needed and soon enough he was whining out profanities and thank yous and he shook beneath you. You moaned at the feeling his hot cum coating you inside, at the way his eyes rolled back, at the way he choked on his breath. You gave it a few beats before you made a move to clean up.

“We should probably head back to my bed huh?” you said through the fit of giggles you found yourself in.

“Yeah,” he sighed, head resting against the back of the couch. “Just give me a minute.”

You got up from the couch, cum dripping down your leg, and extended your hand for him to take. “Come on, big guy, let’s get cleaned up.”

He followed your direction and eventually you ended up nice and clean, cuddling up in your bed. He looked over your shoulder at the alarm clock next to your bed and groaned. “What’s wrong?”

“I forgot I had work at 5:00 am tomorrow,” he whined, and it being midnight meant that was in five hours.

“Don’t worry about that now. Just go to sleep and I’ll give you a ride, ok.” Very happy with the sentiment of your statement he drifted off to sleep. He didn’t even consider the inevitable questions Finn and Rey would have for him when you kissed him on the lips and told him to call you when he was off.

[sangoundercover]

I am OBSESSED with how much of the delicious soup you're getting mentions Isobel guiding, coaching, ordering, generally being in control. The vibe is impeccable and true and correct. Anyway ilu Isobel you are welcome to dom the hell out of me with that amazing voice and subtle sass any time.

I am taking SO MANY mental notes

[watari-apologist]

top 10 attractive traits of watari, GO

ON IT, BOSS

10. extremely rich

the man is Absolutely Fucking Loaded. like if we take "L: wammy's house" as canon, we are talking multi-millions or -billions kind of rich. he owns real estate. if you're going to fuck him for no other reason, fuck him for the fact that he will shower you with expensive gifts

9. impeccable fashion sense

every outfit we ever see him wear in canon is FIRE. the trenchcoat + hat + mask combo? mysterious. alluring. if he had only ever worn this in canon, the death note fandom would have been shipping him with L from DAY ONE and never stopped. his suit? simple yet effective. he knows it's a classic for a reason. whatever the fuck that attack helicopter outfit during the higuchi chase was? literally So Cool. my man CANNOT MISS

8. good manners

he's a gentleman through and through. will keep your secrets, discreet as all hell. unfailingly polite even if he's torturing you for information

7. tall

according to "how to read 13", watari is 5'9" (175cm for people like me who don't know the imperial system) which makes him slightly shorter than L, but i categorically disagree with that. like, this book also tried to tell me that he weights 51kg/112lbs compared to L's 50kg/110lbs estimation and i REFUSE to believe that watari, a well-built elderly man, weighs only slightly more than a 24yo twink with an eating disorder. like come the fuck on. those numbers are all made up. watari has the vibes of a man who is 6ft, and tall men exist only to be climbed like a tree

6. loyal

he will die for you without question or complaint, and otherwise protect you with his life. anyone who tries to harm you will end up mysteriously disappearing within a week tops, never to be heard from again. no amount of money or persuasion would ever convince him to betray you. it's like marriage, but more romantic

5. the voice

i don't know how to explain this one to you. if you don't already get it, i fear you never will. but an endlessly calm, soft-spoken british accented voice can be Everything - and it is. to me. ALSO since we are on the topic of voices, this is my chance to mention lutz mackensy, who plays watari in the German Death Note Audio Drama (reset the clock, i mentioned it again). he obviously doesn't have a british accent, but he DOES have the sassiest and most INEXPLICABLY HORNY watari performance to ever exist. the heavy breathing and Forceful Dom Voice "Komm schon" during misa's torture scene have been living rent free in my brain since the moment i first heard them and i will Never Recover

4. really good cook

sweets, pastries, cakes, chocolates - you name it, the man can make it. according to "L - the prologue to death note: spiraling trap" (or whatever we're calling it these days), he makes ALL of L's sweets and is in fact so famous for his sweets making skills that he has a whole mysterious alias associated with it (phantom patissier my beloved). feeding L sweets to gain his affection is LITERALLY a game mechanic in communicator mode and watari has been doing it for like a decade before your fbi agent showed up on the premises. seduction via food is his modus operandi

3. really good cock

some people say that sex with an older man is gross, but those people are cowards. don't let them fool you. watari has decades of experience under his belt (literally) and will gladly show off his skills. he knows where the prostate is. he knows where the g-spot is. he KNOWS where the clitoris is. additionally, he owns two hands and one mouth and a wide variety of expensive sex toys if the dick isn't quite the right thing for your pleasure. you are not walking away from that encounter without At Least three orgasms (unless you're into that, in which case he will edge you within an inch of your life and then just fuckin leave lol)

2. handsome

i mean...

i could elaborate, but i don't feel the need to. as brian david gilbert once said: "i don't know what to tell you. if you're not attracted to this, you're wrong"

and finally, the NUMBER ONE ATTRACTIVE QUALITY that watari possesses:

1. problematic

he owns orphanages all over the globe and at LEAST one of them is a front for a super-detective training agency that traumatises children. he works for L, a guy who has zero qualms about violating human rights, and is in fact not only complicit in kidnapping, but is seen actively participating in ACTUAL TORTURE when ordered (watari_pulling_on_gloves.gif my beloved). he shoots a sniper rifle at an occupied, moving vehicle in the middle of tokyo without a SECOND'S hesitation. something is Deeply Wrong with this man. i couldn't fix him if i tried, but honestly? whatever is wrong with him is way more fun and interesting anyway, so i might as well hang around to watch the ensuing train wreck <3

[quinloki]

i am absolutely BEGGING for doflamingo after hours...

Donquixote Doflamingo

After Hours Role: Retired Dancer turned Regular

After Hours Attire: Everyone looks when Doffy comes into the Club, it’s impossible not to. He’s a mass of feathers, and an assault on the senses with the see TONNAGE of pink he has around his shoulders. Those signature glasses are there, but sometimes he surprises people and shows up in very, very expensive and well-tailored suits. His usual Flamingo-Gremlin capri vibe is certainly more his norm, but the suits are always impeccable.

Capri’s or suits, the puffy pink feather coat is still coming along. Fortunately, there hasn’t been any real issues since the owners banned him from buying copies of his coat for the rest of the staff.

After Hours Vibe: A hedonistic peacock with an insatiable appetite. Doflamingo is a “host-hopper” if ever there was one, and frankly the staff is grateful for it. Having been in the business himself before he retired a few years ago, he tips well. He’ll wear out his chosen victim of the night completely – with very few exceptions – but he never breaks anyone. He might want to, but that would be akin to declaring war in a way he’s not interested in. Even being the chaos gremlin that he is.

Very few people know what sort of business he went into after he retired, and those that know aren’t going to talk about it. Doflamingo is dangerous waters, and his interactions with the staff are strictly business.

Tag Line: “I’ve been ever so patient with you, I do hope you won’t disappoint.”

Dom/Sub/Top/Bottom: Generally more dom than sub, and more top than bottom, but his desires shift more than a butterfly in a maelstrom, it’s best to just go with whatever his flow happens to be.

Kink Preferences: – all of Doffy’s kinks come down to manipulation and control. New hosts/escorts are warned repeatedly to not sign anything.

Host Club AU Head Canon Event

[anghraine]

stripedroseandsketchpads replied to this post:

1) I’m very sorry to hear about the fandom sexists (god are they everywhere—“nasty woman” much? They sound like Andrew Tate, jfc!)

Thanks! Certain parts of Austen fandom are fairly conservative and very gender-normative and that's definitely come up in response to that particular fic before. First Impressions was my most popular Austen fic on AO3 for years, but other parts of fandom struggled more with the idea of a f!Darcy who does pretty much everything that canon Darcy does being desirable to a man, or appealing to anyone at all.

(In fairness to them, some of those spaces ended up actually having conversations about why Catherine registered as colder and more unpleasant than Darcy even when doing exactly the same things, interrogating their own double standards, etc.)

This isn't the only reason to dislike the fic or Catherine, of course—I made my other post late last night when I was tired and forgot to clarify that! It's from 2010 and definitely has flaws. It's just that there was (and apparently still is) a very glaring divide between the responses from the more progressive and queerer side of fandom and the more conservative and heteronormative side, wrt Catherine in that fic specifically (even though it's a het fic!).

2) Your fic concepts are impeccable, I followed you for genderbend blogging and I really need to spend sone time trawling your AO3

Thanks! I have written a ton of fic over the years, so some are definitely weaker than others, but I have fun with them.

Also, my experience is that most people are very much not here for genderbending, so that's really nice to hear!

Also tbh as a lesbian often writing lesbians… “step on me” any time a woman is the tiniest bit not-nice or does anything perceived as “mannish” (including being the tiniest bit not-nice) doesn’t feel much better…

it feels like ppl think femdom is “taking the most toxic possible iteration of misogyny in D/s dynamics w a male dom & female sub (bc obv male dom/female sub can be perfectly fine!) and flipping it so the man is in the ‘girl role’ and the woman is in the ‘male role’” and. Heavy sigh. A lot of AO3 comments give off the vibes of “She’s totally a bitch but I can say that bc I like it and think it’s hot. Feminism!” RIP.

Hmm. It really depends on context for me. My experience with it has come pretty overwhelmingly from other queer people, primarily queer women—that may reflect my social circle!—and that feels very different to me than an environment overwhelmingly dominated by straight women being like "ew, a woman acting like Darcy is so awful."

Like, sometimes it does definitely give a "me finding anything between slight assertiveness and mass murder in a woman hot is totally praxis" vibe that's annoying. But annoying in a very different way!

I will also say, in fairness to the AO3 First Impressions commentariat, that they did not literally say "step on me, Catherine," lol. I was just quickly characterizing the sort of vibe there—it was more like "I'm gay for Catherine" "you managed a female Darcy without making it feel like she's being punished, awesome" "Miss Darcy is a gem" "one of my favorite versions of Darcy" "I have a crush on Miss Darcy" "fem!Darcy 4ever and ever amen" etc. So the contrast with the "I don't get what Henry sees in her???" "I guess he wants to be dominated because he's weak" "Darcy could never be a woman" etc is just very sharp.

[waifuoftomonori]

“oh, sure, I’ll make a relationship chart for the 12 canon characters I plan on crossing over, that sounds like a fun little activity”

(it’s not anywhere near finished yet either, I haven’t even gotten to the “polite but secretly loathes” category yet)

(I apologize for the terrible photo quality, these were the best I could do with my terrible photography skills on this iPad without leaving my bed; the colors are at least easier to distinguish in real life, but the chart is still a mess)

Highlights (note that most of these are just headcanons or in the context of my AU fic):

I only got 4 hours of sleep last night, yay, this is probably why my brain wanted to embark on a “fun little project”

Shinra is in fact the Dom with Miyabi— okay, maybe there’s room for nuance where I could see them switching off, but Shinra is clearly a sub to both Tomo and Yuki, and despite my initial belief that he would feel comfortable slipping into a Dom role with Akifusa, that flew out the window as soon as Akifusa looked him in the eyes and started earnestly and relentlessly praising him. So that just leaves Mitsuki and Miyabi of the characters I think he has sexual tension with, and if Mitsuki was the only person he was Dominant toward, that feels kinda sexist so I’m letting him dominate that bratty kitsune. And maybe it’s also kinda cathartic for me because I too think Miyabi is a prick and would love to wipe the arrogant smirk off his face.

I do not know Yuki well enough to know if he enjoys having his authority in bed challenged, but I do know that if he does, he needs to come up with punishments other than “give them hypothermia”, because no one wants to brat for him now. …Then again, some people are into temperature play. Hm. Food for thought. (Operating off surface vibes, I don’t think he tolerates bratting, though. Much less encourages it.)

Yes, Mitsuki (my lazy-ass name for the EitM MC) does in fact have repressed sexual attraction to Shiki and doesn’t know how to cope with it or even recognize it’s a thing. I just think she’d see Shiki kicking ass with a sword and hear someone call her “Princess” and develop an instant crush. Sadly, her competition is Tomonori. I don’t think I need to explain further.

Furutsugu has a thing for long-term loyalty in partners (never mind if that loyalty is channeled toward someone other than himself); I don’t know when or why I gave him this kink, but it makes a strange sort of sense to me.

shut up, I’m not at all projecting my personal aversion to the “fuck anything with a pulse” love interests onto my headcanons of these characters… okay, maybe I am a little. But look, I’m letting Shinra dominate Miyabi! …Because I want to wipe the smirk off his face.

I don’t think Akifusa truly hates anyone, but everything about Miyabi would piss him off because Miyabi and Furutsugu are basically the same character, and Furutsugu also pisses him off.

Tomonori likes dominating / wrangling Shinra; he gets along okay with Samon because they’re both chill and down-to-earth and into cooking and familiar with traditional shrine stuff; and he gets along with Mitsuki because they both really like books and she doesn’t have an inflated ego. For all the other EitM ayakashi (including Chikage who’s not pictured here), his feelings do not exceed the tier of “respect but don’t trust”.

Specifically, he acts cordial toward Yuki, but Yuki has the same “calm smile, impeccable manners, will kill you” vibes going on, so I think Tomonori would see too much of himself in Yuki, and he really doesn’t trust himself. He’d think the others were either (a) too sleazy, (b) too arrogant, (c) too lazy, or (d) some combination of the above, but he’d paste a polite smile on his face and mouth the appropriate platitudes and none of them would be the wiser.

[the-black-manor]

Not sure if the “tell me how you fantasize about me” is asking but honestly the dom vibes are impeccable and perfect in every way really. The right mix of teasing and control, just dominant in a very heady way.

It was definitely an invitation. Hearing how people fantasize about me does wonders for my ego.

[kwanisms]

Sweat for Me - h.zitao

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➥ dom!Tao × sub!Reader

summary: while visiting a nightclub with your friends while on vacation in Shanghai, you meet a man who not only blows you away with his impeccable conversation but also his ability to listen to you.

Or the one where a man actually listens to you talk and you find that incredibly sexy, so you agree to go back to his hotel. Did I mention he's got a huge --

wc: 4.5k

warnings: adult dialogue, alcohol consumption, female reader, smaller reader, sexual content (18+ mdni), see smut warnings under the cut!

permanent taglist: @yoonguurt @wonderfulshinee @candidupped @dejavernon @violagoth @tigermoonbiss @katsukis1wife @luvsooby

exo taglist: @cixrosie

special tags: @stardragongalaxy @kpop-stories-21

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a/n: I'm only writing this cause @anyamaris has been torturing me with Tao for the last few days in the CoDn discord. So now she can suffer with me 🙃 also, I've never actually written for Tao before so pls be gentle with me. I was listening to Sweat by Zayn when this idea popped up so listen to that to get the vibe I was going for lol as always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only. banner made by me. I do not allow reposts or translations of my works. All my works are ©️ kwanisms.

smut warnings: oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), mutiple orgasms (and reader passes out for like 10 seconds), dom!Tao, he's got a big dick, edging (f receiving), choking, spitting, dirty talk, praise, use of pet names (baby, sweetheart, princess, etc), creampie, slight daddy kink (but u gotta squint real hard), and I think that's all but let me know if I missed anything!

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How you ended up in this strange hotel room in the heart of Shanghai, you couldn't remember. At least not at first.

Initially, all you could remember of the previous night was the flashing lights of the club you'd visited with a few of your girlfriends, downing a few drinks and shots and dancing.

As you started to wake, memories came flooding back. Memories of a tall, handsome stranger joining you at the bar, buying you a few drinks, and asking you to leave with him. The same man who was lying tangled in the sheets next to you in what you assumed was his hotel room.

You groaned as the headache of what was surely the start of a hangover set in and lay there with your eyes closed as you tried to remember exactly what had happened last night.

"You look awfully lonely over here," a voice said suddenly, making you look up from your almost empty drink. A morning star and the only drink you ordered during this stretch of your trip.

Turning your head, you were met by a pair of dark brown eyes belonging to possibly the most handsome man you'd ever laid eyes on. You stared at him, longer than you intended, before finally speaking.

"Uh, sorry," you murmured, looking back down at the melting ice in your glass. The man smiled, amused by your reaction. "May I?" he asked, placing a hand on the back of the bar chair next to you.

You gestured towards the seat, silently telling him to have it.

He thanked you softly as he took a seat beside you, nodding at the bartender who quickly moved down the bar to take his order.

"I'll have a double whiskey, neat," he said, pulling a card from his wallet. You almost missed the way he turned to glance at you before looking back at the bartender.

"And a refill of whatever she's drinking."

You glanced up as the bartender nodded, taking the man's card to open a tab. You leaned forward to get a look at his face. "You don't have to do that," you said, aware of how annoyed you sound.

"I can pay for my own drinks."

The man smiled, not a smug smile, more of an amused yet kind smile before looking up to meet your gaze. "I'm sure you can but I'm also allowed to spend my money how I want, aren't I?" At this, he tilted his head, that same smile on his lips.

You nodded slowly and watched as he sat up straight, tapping his thumbs on the countertop to a beat only he seemed to be able to hear. After staring at him for a couple minutes, the bartender returned with the drinks, setting a short glass full of amber colored liquor before the man and a fresh glass in front of you.

You thanked the bartender, still staring at the man next to you as he raised his glass to take a sip of his drink. He chuckled to himself as he set his drink down. "You know," he started, turning his head to look you dead in the eye.

"Didn't your mother ever tell you that it's rude to stare?"

You felt the burn of embarrassment as you tore your gaze away, focusing instead on your drink. "Sorry," you murmured.

You took a sip of the fruity concoction, almost sighing as the coconut hit your palate. You were aware the man was still staring at you. 'Oh how the tables have turned.'

"So, do you follow your own advice or just tell others what to do?"

The man laughed, looking down at his drink. "You're right. I'm sorry," he apologized. "Very rude of me. I should practice what I preach." It was your turn to smile, biting back a laugh by taking another sip of your drink.

The two of you sat in a comfortable silence interrupted only by the music and deep bass of the club music. "So," you started, finally breaking the silence. "Do you have a name?"

The man smiled, leaning against the bar and turning his head to look at you. "I do," he said with a nod. You waited but he said nothing until he met your gaze.

"Oh, you wanted to know what it is?"

You narrowed your eyes at him. "I figured that would be obvious."

He chuckled again before offering his hand for you to shake. You took it hesitantly, glancing up to meet his gaze once more.

"Tao," he said, the same smile from before back. "You can call me Tao." You shook his hand before introducing yourself. "I'm Y/N."

Tao lifted his glass, taking another sip and setting it back down.

"It's nice to meet you, Y/N."

You didn't know what it was about Tao but talking to him seemed like the easiest thing in the world. While your friends were on the dance floor, drunkenly dancing with a few men your group had met a couple nights ago, you found yourself moving to an empty table to talk to Tao, telling him about your 3 month long vacation that was coming to an end.

Not only was he intriguing to listen to but he actually listened to you. He made a point of asking you lots of specific questions about the subjects you brought up.

It was not only refreshing to have someone actually listen to you, it was also incredibly attractive.

You were finishing up your third round of drinks when Tao seemingly made his move. He scooted closer, taking your drink and setting it on the table.

You were vaguely aware he was about to say something but you were distracted by his close proximity and the warmth radiating off his body.

"Look," he said softly. "I don't normally do this but I think you're incredible. Not only are you funny and adventurous but you're insanely gorgeous and I know I'd regret it if I didn't ask you if you'd like to leave with me."

Your heart hammered in your chest as he spoke, eyes darting between his eyes and his lips as he spoke. "If you don't, I won't be mad. I just know I need to shoot my shot before it's too late and-"

You cut him off with a quick kiss and pulled back, grinning triumphantly at the look of shock on his face. "I'd love to."

The ride from the club to his hotel was no more than 15 minutes but it felt longer as you could feel his eyes on you. It took everything in you not to straddle him in the back of the taxi.

That would have been embarrassing.

Instead, you were able to keep your composure until you reached his hotel room, waiting patiently as he unlocked the door with his keycard. Once inside, all grace and dignity were tossed aside as Tao grabbed you by the back of your neck, pulling you into a rough kiss.

You'd expected him to be a little timid at first, testing the waters but instead he dove right in. His lips moved against yours with fervor, devouring each moan and whimper as his hands expertly tugged at and removed your clothes, leaving you in your underwear.

Fingers skimmed over your skin as he guided you to the bed, sitting you on the edge before he shrugged his jacket off. Your back hit the mattress as Tao kissed slowly up the inside of your thigh.

Your head spun as he carefully and rather expertly removed your panties with his teeth. To say you were flabbergasted was an understatement. Tao merely smirked, letting the cobalt blue lace fall from his mouth and onto the carpeted floor.

You barely had time to register your lower half was completely bare before you felt his tongue lick a slow strip up your slit, finding your clit with deft precision. The moment he had a taste, his hands held your hips in place as he dug right in, licking, teasing, nipping at the sensitive bud.

Your cheeks burned at the obscene and lewd wet sounds that filled the room, audible only when you weren't moaning Tao's name and whimpering, begging him for more.

Your back arched off the sheets, a thin layer of sweat covering your skin as your orgasm ebbed away for what felt like the third time. Your eyes glistened with unshed tears of frustration as Tao pulled away, chin and lips coated in your essence.

You would have been annoyed had it not been for the fact that Tao was clearly an expert at what he was doing and not only that, he seemed to really enjoy it. If the groans and the way he seemingly lost himself in your taste was anything to go by.

You barely had time to catch your breath before you were being guided to scoot further onto the bed. Somewhere in the time between Tao letting your orgasm slip away to him hovering over you, he'd rid himself of his clothes.

Tattoos you never could have guessed he had covered both his biceps. You didn't have the chance to ask him about them as his lips met yours, tongue slipping past when you moaned, feeling the weight of his cock rest against your wet pussy.

Although you couldn't see it, judging by the weight, you guessed it was about as thick as your wrist, and you would be almost correct.

You whined impatiently as Tao made no effort to move, to enter you properly.

Instead he savored your reactions, trying to move your hips enough to find friction. Your weak attempts to entice him. Though you didn't need to. He was more than willing and able.

Without word or warning, he guided the head of his cock to your sopping entrance and slowly pushed into you. You sucked in a sharp breath, trying not to gasp as the girth slowly stretched your walls, threatening to split you open.

"Oh fuck," you whined. You felt one of Tao's hands grab the back of your thigh, pushing your leg against your stomach and allowing him to sink deeper, faster. You'd never felt anything so deep before.

You let out a shaky moan as he bottomed out and only then did he say anything. "Holy shit. You're so fucking tight," he groaned, head dropping as he lost himself in the feeling of your warm walls enveloping him.

"Tao please," you whined. You didn't have another chance to speak as he complied to your unasked request, pulling out partly and snapping his hips forward. You let out a mix between a gasp and a yelp, surprised by the sheer force.

"Shit, I'm sorry," he almost cooed. "You okay, baby"

The nickname had you melting under him with a moan.

"Y-yes," you whimpered.

Satisfied he hadn't hurt you, Tao set a steady pace, one hand keeping your thigh in place while the other disappeared under the pillow under your head, using his forearm to keep himself from collapsing onto you.

"Fuck, you feel so goddamn good," you heard him groan, hips slamming into you repeatedly, punctuating his next sentence.

"So. Fucking. Good."

Each thrust had you seeing stars, incoherent moans of his name and curses tumbling from your lips as your mind tried to keep up but the only thought occupying your brain was how good his cock felt and how big it was.

"So big," you managed to whimper. Tao chuckled lightly, breath fanning over your cheek as he lowered himself closer to whisper in your ear. "Yeah? You like how my big cock feels in your tight little pussy?"

If you weren't an incoherent mess before, you certainly were now.

"You like how it feels? You like being stuffed full?"

You nodded quickly, unable to answer him. "Oh, such a good little girl, aren't you?" You cried out as he gave you a particularly harsh thrust.

"Taking all of it, just like good girls do," he continued, not missing the way your cunt convulsed around his cock. You were so easy for him to read. Like an open book.

Letting go of your thigh, his hand moved, fingers closing around your throat lightly. The simple action had your already cloudy brain emptying completely as you let yourself succumb to the first wave of your orgasm.

An intense pleasure, unlike any you'd ever felt before crashed over you, stars blinding your vision, heat spreading from your core throughout your body and down into your fingers and toes as they curled in pure ecstasy. Wanton moans and a slew of curses left your lips, Tao's name thrown into the mix.

Unaware Tao was watching you with a deep fascination, you let out a desperate whine, thighs encasing his waist as he helped you ride out your high. "That's it sweetheart," he all but whispered, his pace not slowing for a second.

"That's my good girl."

Your heart pounded in your chest, stomach doing flips at his subtle praise. "You're doing so well," you heard him say, his voice sounding so distant. Like he was far away.

As the aftershocks of your climax subsided and you started to focus on your surroundings, you felt Tao's hand on your neck move, gently cupping your cheek, thumb stroking your skin. "Hey," he whispered. You blinked a couple times as his face came into focus.

"There you are," he said with a chuckle. "Lost you for a second."

"W-what happened?"

"You must have passed out," he answered, looking mildly concerned. "Are you okay?"

You nodded, blinking as you looked around. "How long was I out?"

"Not long," he replied. "A good ten seconds though." At this, he smirked, looking particularly smug. "What?" you whined.

"Dick so good it'll make you pass out?" he asked. "Maybe I should add that to my portfolio." You rolled your eyes, ignoring his snickers. You tried to sit up but realized you weren't quite done.

"Are you still inside me?" you asked incredulously, making Tao laugh again. "You were only out for ten seconds at most, sugar," he answered. "Do you want to stop?" he asked, suddenly serious.

You shook your head quickly. Tao leaned in, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. "Then lay back down," he ordered. You did as he instructed, whimpering once as he gave you a couple of cautious thrusts before throwing himself back into it.

"Ah, shit!" you cursed, grabbing his forearm, worrying your bottom lip between your teeth. Tao took your chin firmly in his hand, leaning over you. "Open," he instructed. You hesitated, unsure of what he was going to do. "Open your mouth."

You did as he demanded, parting your lips. Tao leaned over further, spitting into your mouth before taking you into a searing kiss. Your walls clenched around him as your second climax approached rapidly.

Another deep thrust had you tumbling over the edge as you came a second time, a cry of Tao's name leaving your mouth.

As he helped you ride out your second orgasm, Tao's hips stuttered, his own orgasm impending. "Oh fuck," he groaned. "M'gonna cum."

"Do it," you mewled. "Cum inside me." Tao let out a breathy laugh. "Is that what you want, princess? Want me to cum inside this pretty little pussy and make it mine?"

You moaned in response, back arching of the bed.

"Is that what you want, baby?"

You weren't sure what drove you to say it but your response had an immediately profound reaction on him.

"Y-yes daddy!"

Tao dropped his head again, letting out an almost animalistic growl as his hips rammed against yours, pounding into you with renewed vigor. Each thrust had you nearly screaming.

Not wanting to risk complaining neighbors, Tao covered your mouth, muffling your cries. "Almost there, baby girl, almost there."

He offered hushed words of encouragement until the fluttering of your walls around his cock pushed Tao over the edge and he came with a low, husky moan, riding out his orgasm until his hips finally came to a halt as he stilled inside your cunt that was now full of not only his cock but also his cum.

Coming down from your respective highs, Tao was finally able to pull out of you and fall onto the bed beside you. You were well aware of his release spilling out of your abused hole but were far too tired to do anything about it.

Tao however did not hesitate to get up, grabbing his boxers from the floor as he disappeared into the bathroom only to return moments later with a wet warm washcloth. You started to drift off as he carefully wiped your skin clean until you felt him get off the bed and pad away.

Moments later, you felt the bed dip as he returned. The sheets rustled as he untucked them, pulling them back and carefully helping you under them.

The last thing you remembered was him turning the bedside lamp off before wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close and then it all went black.

Sitting up in a now illuminated hotel room, you were able to catch a glimpse of Tao, sleeping peacefully beside you. His hair was tousled, face half buried into his pillow. The covers were bunched up about halfway down his back, allowing you to see the tattoos that covered his biceps again in the light.

Deciding the best course of action was to gather your things, you slowly untangled yourself from the sheets and was about to scoot to the edge of the bed when a voice rang out. Albeit, a very sleepy one.

"Just where do you think you're going, little one?"

You turned to find Tao was not asleep and was now looking at you with his only visible eye. You knew you'd been busted but decided to play it off. "I thought I'd take a shower," you answered.

Tao raised his head to look at you properly. "Really?"

You nodded, looking down at him. He shrugged and rolled onto his back, reaching to grab his phone and check the time. "I'll call for breakfast," he announced as you got up from the bed and hurried into the bathroom.

Deciding a shower might actually be a good idea, you did just that, standing under the scalding water as you shampooed and conditioned your hair, scrubbed your body and washed away the remnants of last night's makeup.

Once you finished and got out, you were checking your appearance in the bathroom mirror when the door opened and Tao poked his head in. "Breakfast is here," he said before he opened the door further. "And I got you this."

In his hand he held a fluffy white robe. You took it, thanking him and he shut the door behind him, leaving you to change out of the towel and into the robe to save your dignity.

In the room, he'd already donned some sweatpants and a plain black tee and was looking over the food that had been delivered.

You hadn't gotten a good look at the room the previous night but could now make out that it was a king suite with an incredible view of downtown Shanghai. You were probably on the 30th floor at least. Tao had just finished setting the small table by the window when you entered the room.

He glanced up and gave you a grin. "I wasn't sure what you like so I got a bit of everything," he explained as you walked over.

"That's really nice of you. Thank you." You moved to sit across from him and quickly helped you with your chair. "It's the least I could do." He gave you another smile as he sat across from you. The two of you ate in relative silence until you came to your senses.

"Oh my god," you exclaimed, making Tao jump in surprise at your sudden outburst. "My friends are gonna kill me!" Tao swallowed his food before speaking. "Hey, calm down it's okay-"

"No it's not! They have no idea where I am! Or if I'm even alive!"

You got up quickly and started to search around the room. Tao watched from his seat at the table. "What are you looking for?" he asked. "My phone!" you exclaimed as you continued to search.

"It's plugged in on your side of the bed, will you please come back to breakfast?"

Tao didn't sound annoyed, just reassuring you that it was all okay.

"I need to call them."

Tao swallowed another bite of food before responding. "They already called."

You rounded on him. "What?"

He nodded, assuring you it was the truth. "They called earlier. I answered and let them know you were perfectly safe and sound and that you were sleeping," he explained. "I sent them a photo of you asleep, sorry for that, and then explained where we were and what happened."

Your heart sank. "Did you tell them… everything?"

Tao smiled again, getting up and crossing the room to your side. "No, not everything. Just the basics. I'm sure they filled in the blanks themselves," he said as he gently took your phone from your hands and set it back down before taking your hand and leading you back to the table.

The two of you continued to eat until Tao spoke up.

"I know this might be a little forward," he started, capturing your attention. "But I was wondering if you might indulge me."

You set your utensils down, offering him your undivided attention.

"I told you last night that I don't normally hook up with anyone. At least, not someone I met in a nightclub," he continued, glancing up at you and meeting your gaze. "But you? You're different."

You tilted your head to the side, giving him a puzzled look.

"Different how?"

Tao leaned forward, resting his chin in his palm as he studied you.

"You're so different from anyone I've ever talked to. I've never met someone like you," he answered. "I was wondering," he hesitated before shaking his head. "No, I was hoping that you might consider staying in Shanghai for just a bit longer."

Your eyes widened as the implications of his words set in.

'Stay in Shanghai?'

"I'm not sure I could afford that," you said softly, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. Tao's smile didn't diminish. "You wouldn't have to spend anything," he replied. "I was thinking you could keep me company."

"K-keep you company?" Now you were properly confused. Tao nodded. "Yeah. You know how in Pretty Woman, the guy asks her to spend the week with him and pays her a lot of money to pretend to be his girlfriend while he's on business?"

You nodded slowly. "Well, the only differences are that I'm not paying you to sleep with me or be my girlfriend," he explained so nonchalantly. "I just want to spend some time with you. If you aren't comfortable sharing a hotel room with me, I can put you up in your own room."

You looked at his face, looking for any sign of deceit or dishonesty but found only curiosity looking back at you. "Can I think about it?" you finally asked.

Tao smiled and got up, crossing around the table to where you sat. He combed his fingers through your hair before gently taking your chin in his hand, tilting your head back to look up.

"I'm going to take a shower. So think about it while I'm gone. If you want to stay, I'll send someone to pick up your belongings from wherever you're staying. If not, I'll take you back myself."

Before you had a chance to respond, Tao pressed a short kiss to your lips and quickly crossed the suite to the bathroom.

While he was gone, you cleaned up the table and returned to the bed, flipping on the television set while the shower turned on. You scrolled through the channels, finally settling on some soap opera. While watching, you went through your phone and saw that Tao had indeed explained through text to your friends where you were as well as including a picture and a short clip of you sleeping.

You decided to check in with your friends, to let them know you were alright. Their responses ranged from angry to relieved.

Bai🪷: omg I'm so glad ur okay 😭

Gwen🕷🕸: omg ur so stupid Y/N! How could you leave with some strange man!?

You: correct me if I'm wrong but did you leave with a strange man in Taiwan? 🤔

Gwen🕷🕸: yeah and he was a total weirdo! Have we learned nothing?!

Bai🪷: only that ur taste in men is trash. Next

You: thank you Bai!

Gwen🕷🕸: I'm being attacked help

Bai🪷: drama queen 🙄

Gwen🕷🕸: hey! U take that back

You: ANYWAY. I'm fine. Tao is not some weirdo. He's staying in this really fancy hotel. We're on like the 30th floor in some penthouse suite or some shit. it's really boujie

Bai🪷: y/n always finds the rich ones 😔

Gwen🕷🕸: did someone say sugar daddy??? 👀🤑

You: I'll pretend I didn't see that

Bai🪷: so when r u coming back?

You: uh… that's the thing.

Gwen🕷🕸: oh no. No. Not doing this. Get back here missy. We have to leave in three days!

Bai🪷: let her speak Gwen

You: thanks Bai

You: anyway. He's asked me to stay with him for a bit.

Bai🪷: whoa seriously?

You: yeah! He's even offered to put me up in a second room

You: he said he wants to spend some time with me

You heard the shower cut off and the curtain rustle as Tao no doubt got out of the shower. Going back to your messages you read the latest in the thread.

Gwen🕷🕸: does anyone else not see the serial killer potential here?

Bai🪷: no. Just u You: no only u

Gwen🕷🕸: boo. democracy sux

Bai🪷: so do you think you're gonna do it?

Bai🪷: wait a sec. First of all, do you even want to?

You: I think so. I wouldn't say no to more time in Shanghai

You: idk should I do it?

Gwen🕷🕸: I vote no.

Bai🪷: I vote yes!

Gwen🕷🕸: of course you would 😒

Bai🪷: and exactly what does THAT mean miss I'm-going-to-this-strange-man-I-met-in-Taiwan's house without anyone else around?

Gwen🕷🕸: stop making me look bad! I still vote no!

Bai🪷: and I still vote yes

Gwen🕷🕸: 😡

Bai🪷: so it looks like the final decisions up to you, y/n

Before you could respond, the bathroom door opened and Tao appeared in the same clothes he'd worn into the bathroom. He had a towel in his hand and was currently drying his hair. He made eye contact with you as you set your phone on the bedside table and smiled, walking over and sitting on the edge of the bed.

"I think drying my hair is my least favorite part of showering," he said with a chuckle. You smiled in return and waited for him to speak.

"So, have you had time to think about my offer?"

You nodded, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as you studied Tao's body language. He nodded carefully before looking back up, meeting your gaze.

"So, what's your answer going to be?"

[lovejosephquinn]

After seeing that photo of Joseph today, I can’t physically think straight.

The Dom energy is impeccable. He had me so fooled. Soooo fooled into thinking he was this sweet boy. He still is, of course.

But there is a sexy, “bend the fuck over so I can split you in fucking half whilst you scream my name” energy about him. God, he has me on my fucking knees.

I would let him vibe me up and go out in public. I would let him shove his fingers inside me at the dinner table whilst his friends talk about god knows what because all I would be thinking about is wanting to ride him right then and there

Ugh. This man.

Right? I could not possibly agree more 💀

I was incredibly fooled also thinking he didn’t have a feral bone in his body AT FIRST. And then tumblr the content we’ve received as of late and some of the cheeky little videos or comments he’s made prove otherwise.

He’d make love to you so intricately but he would rail you like it was the last fuck of his life if given the chance, taking his time in everything to get as many releases out of you as possible.

AND LET ME TELL YOU RN, his communication levels are second to none, like you could just cum from the sound of his voice, he knows it riles you up so he doesn’t stop whispering filth in your ear whilst he’s all up inside of you, won’t stop until he’s filled you up and entirely happy with the job he’s done.

[mcufan72]

Cold winter days, a lonely woman on a bench, a stranger in the park...

An Encounter in Winter ❄️

Loki and female reader (18+)

Chapter 8

Chapter 7

18+/adult themes/ talking/flirting/ slow burn/ fluff/angst/ smut

Warnings: smutty smut, oral (f and m receiving), unprotected sex (please be careful IRL), slight soft dom/sub vibes, fluff... I hope you enjoy!

"I don't want to be your…downfall, I want to be your ray of light," you both chuckled quietly and you smiled warmingly at him. The way you looked at him made Loki shiver. He felt so vulnerable. But he was so needy at the same time. He starved for your touches, your kisses, your breath fanning over his skin. He wanted to feel your hands and fingers caressing his body and your soft lips exploring every inch of him.

He was known for being dominant in the bedroom, he knew how to get it his way and how to satisfy his lovers. But with you, everything felt so different now.

Should he take you as he prefered to have sex with a woman? Should he dominate you, tie your hands up to the bed's headboard, make you cum again and again on his fingers, his tongue and his cock until you lie completely exhausted in his arms, himself satisfied and completely spent?

To take you this way felt wrong somehow tonight, your first night together should be special. He wanted to treat you right because he knew that your ex did not. He wanted to be your perfect lover. You deserved it. On some occasions, you had made a few remarks that you might like to be the submissive one but Loki didn't want you to be submissive. Not tonight.

He still covered his manhood with one of his large hands, his other hand now bashfully stroking through his long soft curls over his neck to his chest, a slight smile curving his mouth. Why did he feel shy in front of you? Never before had he had any problems being naked in front of a lover. He still gazed softly at your beautiful face, framed by your gorgeous hair. You were so close to him. Your scent enchanted him and he smelled your arousal…it didn't help him to relax a little bit.

What were you thinking of him? What did you expect from him now? Why did he feel so insecure to take the next step, to touch and to kiss you again, to wrap his arms around your naked body and to caress you with smooth fingers? What in hel's name was wrong with him. The impeccable Loki Laufeyson, the greatest lover the nine realms had ever seen, was shy and hesitant like a young inexperienced man. Pathetic. Surely you would laugh about him

But you were so special to him. You were like the finest porcelain, your warm heart and mindful soul were so precious to him. He didn't want to break any of it. He would never hurt you, neither your body nor your heart. Yes, he wanted you to be his and he wanted to be yours. He wanted to protect you, always and forever. He wanted someone who only belongs to him and him alone, someone who is there for him. Someone, he could give all of his love. The love he had hidden for such a long time deep inside of him. You were the first one in a long while who brought the feeling of love back to the surface.

And you were right. You were the ray of light that enlightened his darkness. But why did you want him? Why did you always look for his proximity, his affection? What did you see in him? He tried for so long to ignore how beautiful you were, your attractiveness and his growing feelings for you. But he never had a chance to fight against these feelings. You owned him from the first moment he met you. The way you gazed at him always filled him with warmth and later with desire too. And you were the only one who would be allowed to see him like this.

You cupped his cheek with your hand and he couldn't resist leaning into your touch.

"Loki, there's no need to hide from me. You're perfect to me. Let me look at you, let me see you. I really want you!"

You took his hand gently away from his manhood and made him put his hands on the small of your back. With your free hand, you stroked his abs, your fingers moving down to toy with his pubic hair before your hand cupped his balls and squeezed them gently. Loki's muscles tensed and a whimper escaped his mouth and you felt him getting harder.

"Does it feel good, Lo?"

"Yes, it…feels good," he moaned.

You pressed yourself against his heated body again, wrapped your arms around his neck and you began to kiss him gently, sucking his lower lip into your mouth, slightly biting and licking it and when he opened his mouth with a little gasp, he let your tongue play with his. Your taste was sweet and intoxicating, he wanted to kiss you like this forever, wanted to feel your arms wrapped around his neck, your hands stroking through his curls, touching him, squeezing him. He knew he wanted this every night, every day. He wanted you.

"I want you to feel comfortable, Lo. Please let us go to your bed," you whispered into his ear.

He followed your lead and hand in hand you two went over to his bed. He laid himself down into the soft cushions with you on top of him. He held you tightly in his arms and he still felt your lips on his mouth, his cheek and his neck. The tip of your tongue found his sensitive spot right under his ear and you licked that spot in small circles. He closed his eyes leisurely and felt how you sucked a hickey to his neck.

When you worked your way down his body he nearly forgot to breathe. He held his eyes closed so he could concentrate on the kisses, sucks and licks you peppered on his chest and his stomach and how your hands roamed tenderly over his arms and his torso, exploring every toned muscle, every little desirable inch of his body.

"Please don't do anything, Lo, please let me take care of you. I want to make you feel good," you whispered.

You kissed further down over his chiselled abdomen, his muscles flexing because of the indescribable wonderful gentle kisses and touches of yours. His hands gripped the bedsheets when his arousal grew. He couldn't remember if there ever was a lover who was so tender with him. And to be honest, he never allowed anyone to treat him like this. He never wanted to be weak or out of control. You were the first one he trusted enough to show his vulnerability and how touch-starved he was, how big his hunger for genuine love was. You were the only person he trusted enough to allow himself to lose control and let his guard down.

You reached his belly button and with your warm wet tongue, you drew lazy circles around it and pressed a kiss on it. Your mouth caressed his hip bones, following his prominent abdominal v-line, kissing up and down his happy trail and finally, you reached the base of his shaft.

He was so impossibly hard now, leaking pre-cum already and he wanted nothing more than to feel your warm mouth wrapped around his length…but he also wanted to soak up this moment. He wanted to enjoy the incredible tenderness you gave him to the fullest. You slowly licked his painfully hard cock, which now leaned proud against his stomach, from base to tip a few times, your hand fondling his balls, and then you wrapped your mouth around his aching length. Loki whimpered and when you took him in, a husky moan left his mouth. It felt like he had to combust.

"Oh Norns, snowflake, you feel so good, don't stop, my princess, don't stop, I need you." He was so desperate for you.

"I won't stop, my beautiful god," you answered after you took him out of your mouth for a short moment and gave him a loving gaze and a seducing smile.

You took him in again and bobbed your head up and down until you had found the perfect rhythm to please him. He felt his climax coming closer. With each circle of your tongue over and around his sensitive tip and sucking his cock longingly it became more difficult for him to hold back.

Your actions were so sinful and passionate. As much as he wanted it to last longer, it was just impossible. He shivered when he felt close to orgasm and his hands gripped the bedsheets more firmly. But you stopped and took him out of your mouth but continued to stroke his length slowly. He looked at you incredulously and sighed in disbelief.

"No, no princess, please…don't stop. I beg you, please don't stop," he panted.

"How do you want to cum, baby? In my mouth, through my hand or in my cunt? Just tell me what you need, Lo!" you murmured, feeling your own arousal pooling between your thighs.

You felt how close he was and you wanted him to cum so good that he would never forget the first night you spent together in intimacy and love.

"Please allow me to cum in your pretty mouth. I want to give you all of me, I want to feed you," he moaned, barely able to speak anymore.

"As you wish, my god." He was so adorable in this moment and you loved him even more.

He came so good, it nearly made him cry and he ejaculated in hot spurts into your mouth and you drank every drop of him, every drop he gave to you. You never tasted such delicious stuff. When you had licked him clean you gave his still half-hard cock a kiss and crawled up on him to kiss his pretty mouth again. He could taste himself on your lips and your tongue and it made him want to return the favour to you…he wanted to taste you down there too. With tender hands, he stroked your spine up and down. Your skin felt like velvet and silk. It has been a long time since he had someone so warm and soft tangled in his sheets and snuggled up in his arms.

He saw the little goosebumps he caused on your skin and he wanted to make you feel good too and so he rolled you carefully onto your back.

"Please spread your legs for me, my love. I want to see you."

Now it was on you to feel shy. But you knew he would be tender and careful so you did what he asked you to do.

He worked his way down your body, kissing your collarbones, gliding with his tongue down to your breast. He licked and sucked your nipples one after the other, his warm tongue twisted around your hardening nipples in slow and tender circles and he sucked them gently one by one and it made you dripping wet for him. Loki kissed all the way down to your pubic mound, his lips hot and wet. He couldn't take his eyes off of you, you were perfect to him, so damn pretty and perfect.

"You have no idea how beautiful you are…and so wet for me. You're glistening, my snowflake. Do you want to melt for me?" Loki cooed.

His voice was so deep and smooth that you bit onto your lower lip and whimpered in anticipation.

"Yes,...yes I want to melt for you, Lo," you whispered.

He lowered his head down to your soaked pussy, placed your legs over his shoulders, spread your folds wider and began to lick you softly. His hands, which were so big but careful, grabbed your hips and pressed you down to the mattress.

"Don't move, my love, let me pleasure you. Enjoy it, just let it happen."

He found your swollen pearl and sucked and licked it gently and his tongue circled expertly around your clit and down to your entrance. You hissed and sighed, lost in his tender actions. He was so incredibly careful and tender with you that you felt all warm and full of love for him. You never expected this tenderness of him. And you never have thought that you would be able to give yourself to a man again like this.

One of his hands found your breast and he let a thumb run over your erect nipple and which made you moan louder. He never stopped licking and sucking you when he inserted two fingers into your wet cunt. He curled his fingers up to find your sensitive spot inside of you while he finger-fucked you. He knew that he did it right because you squirmed and clenched under his touches and licks. He knew you were close.

"Lo…please…make me cum, it…you… feel so good," you begged him.

"Come for me princess, let go…I have you," he murmured between your legs and he felt you grabbing his curls firmly.

With a scream of relief, shivering legs and curled toes you came hard over his fingers and under his tongue. The orgasm he gave you didn't seem to end. He licked up your juices and guided you through your high, his blue eyes looking at you lovingly. How beautiful you were when you came undone for him. You were a sight to behold.

When you came down from your climax and your breath was nearly back to normal he climbed up your body to look at you again. You cupped his face and kissed him passionately and the taste of both of your juices mixed up on your lips and in your mouths. The taste was delicious.

Your bodies were tangled with each other, Loki didn't know anymore where his body ended and yours began. Hands roamed tenderly over shoulders, arms, spines, chests and cheeks. When his thumb rubbed over your plump lips, your hand traced over his veiny forearm up to his toned biceps and further upwards to his shoulder. You could touch him like this forever. Two pairs of eyes were lost in each other's gaze and sweet arousal still surrounded you, your desire for each other wasn't satisfied yet.

"Please allow me to make you mine completely, snowflake."

"Take me Lo. You're worth every sin," you whispered against his lips.

"You sweet temptress you. You want to ruin me, don't you?" he whispered against your ear before he pecked your lips softly.

You smiled at him seductively and pulled his head towards you so you could kiss him demandingly while he rolled you carefully onto your back. Loki pressed tender kisses to your forehead, cheeks and your neck. You spread your legs for him again and felt how he lined his stiffened cock up with your still wet entrance after he had stroked multiple times over your sweet pearl and through your folds with his sensitive tip. You both moaned into each other's mouth when he entered you in a swift move. He rested on his forearms, his fingers tenderly caressing your temples and scalp.

You caressed his shoulders and the soft curls in his neck when one of his hands took one of yours and placed it next to your head. He laced his fingers with yours and held your hand in place, his forehead resting against yours. Your other hand still ran through his silky long curls, tugging some strains of his hair behind his ear. The way you looked at him and the tenderness of your gesture made him nearly tear up. He had never been so full of love for someone.

He never enjoyed slow lovemaking as he did at this moment with you. Normally he was wild and vocal during sex, trying to chase his lover and himself to new highs by using passionate and filthy words. It has always been part of his love language. He became quite an expert over the last couple of hundred years. But now? He just wanted to hear every little moan, sigh and groan that escaped from your pretty mouth while he pounded slowly into your soft, tight cunt. He just wanted to listen to this love song you sang for him and to your whimpers which were caused by him.

So he said nothing, he just moaned breathlessly like you and listened to you, enjoying your warm, throbbing cunt, engulfing his needy cock, sucking him deeper into your wet channel, his pelvis massaging your sensitive clit. You whispered his name and your free hand grabbed harder into his back. Close to your climax, you wrapped your legs around his waist, pressing your heels into his ass to pull him harder against you.

He still held your hand in a tight grip and it became more firmly with every thrust of him. What were you doing to him? He was balls deep buried into your velvety warmth, engulfed by your love, and you gave him the feeling of being valued and worthy. You treated him like someone who deserves to be loved and who deserves to belong to someone. His heart wanted to explode.

You felt like you were floating. Loki was all around and inside of you. His warmth, his scent of sandalwood, moss and black oud, his breath and his lips grazing over your neck, shoulders and clavicle, his soft skin on yours …he engulfed you completely. Loki pumping his perfect cock in and out of you was breathtaking. You felt every vein on it and never before had someone hit your special spot inside of you so perfectly as Loki did. He was so powerful but carefully and tenderly fucking you that you had no words to describe what you felt.

His moans were the sexiest sound you had ever heard. And he moaned because of you because you were able to make him feel good. You wished it would never end. You knew you were close to your climax, Loki was pulsating inside of you and it seemed it just needed a few more thrusts and you both would cum together in a mind-blowing orgasm. His name escaped your mouth in a breathless moan, your hand grabbed harder into his back and you pressed him closer to you by wrapping your legs around his waist, arching your hips against him, pressing your feet harder into his ass because you wanted to feel him deeper inside of you. Your other hand was still clasped with his next to your head and you felt his grip getting more firm.

This heavenly feeling of him, when you two reached your highs, Loki filling you up to the brim, made your walls tighten and pulsate around his cock. Never before has an orgasm felt so satisfying, for both of you. In sheer bliss, you kissed him and he deepened the kiss immediately. You felt so desired, adored and safe.

Never before has Loki felt so satisfied, worshipped and loved. It was enchanting and it felt so good. He never wanted to miss it again. He felt his cock getting soft and he carefully bottomed out of your still clenching cunt. You whimpered at the loss and you felt his sperm slowly dripping out of you. You wanted him to stay close to you and you cling to him like a limpet.

At this moment Loki knew he would never get tired of you being clingy and so close to him. He wrapped his arms around you and held you tight, listened to your breath and pressed a tender kiss to your forehead. He was so madly in love with you.

Loki held you impossibly close to him. He enjoyed your proximity and the feeling of your satin skin on his. Your head nuzzled into the crook of his neck. His nose was buried into your hair and he inhaled your scent. You smelled wonderful to him. Your fingers trailed tenderly up and down his chest, brushing over his chest hair and softly tugging it.

"Are you okay, snowflake?" Loki whispered against the crown of your head.

"Yes, Lo, I'm okay," you whispered lazily.

"That was awesome, darling. You were amazing," he murmured.

"Was I?" You couldn't believe that he praised you.

"Hmmhmm, you were perfect, no matter what someone told you before. Do you remember? Let go of the past? You told me to do the same. Never before has someone pleasured and worshipped me like you did and given me so much love and adoration. Your tenderness was incredible, snowflake."

His praise made you blush and your heart flutter.

"It's because I care about you. I want you to feel good and loved."

"It was perfect, my love. You're made for me. I want to …live in you, in your heart. I want to be absorbed by you entirely. May I?"

You propped up on one arm and looked at him softly.

"Only if you let me, too. I never felt so loved and adored, Lo. It feels so good," you whispered and leaned your head down to peck his lips tenderly.

"Please own me, absorb me entirely…love me and let me love you, Lo."

You kissed him again and laid your head down again in the crook of his neck and continued trailing lazy circles over his chest.

"Nothing more than that, snowflake. But please tell me, why did you choose me, my love? I didn't do anything to make you want me. I'm not a lovable man. I don't deserve your love, not even your attention. You're too precious for me, I'm not worthy of you."

"Don't say that, Lo. Don't be so hard on yourself. You did a lot to make me love you. You gave me your attention, you care about me, you listened to me and let's not talk about the sheer amount of time you spent with me. When I met you for the first time and looked into your eyes I could see your emotions in them. They were hidden deep down in your heart and I wanted to find them, explore them, and set them free. I wanted to see your true self and all the love you can give, everything that's hidden behind the mask you are wearing. And I'm sure I've found it, nearly all of it…hopefully. And I know you're a loving and giving man…no…a god. I'm the one who should be thankful that you chose me, that you see something in me you want to have by your side, that you want to protect…and to love…"

"How could you see behind my mask? No one ever could. Why did you even try?"

"Love is the answer, I guess. You've always been so guarded and distant but nonetheless, I saw it in your eyes, Lo … whenever I had the chance to look at you. Everything was always written in your beautiful eyes. You were my challenge and I had to figure out what you think, what you feel, what you need…I can't explain it, my heart just told me to do so."

"You have no idea, my love, how much I wanted you right from the first moment when I saw you in the park, sitting alone on that bench. I just refused to believe it," he chuckled.

"You have everything and you are everything I need and I've been looking for. I think… you are the right person, my right person who was willing to see and explore me. You told me I should never give up on finding the love of my life. I'm sure I've found her. It's you, you're my Queen, my goddess who I will worship for the rest of my life."

"Lo, you make me feel shy… I've just let my heart speak, baby and it barely betrays me…and I never give up easily. And believe me, I never thought that I could be someone's goddess." You teared up. What a way to get loving aftercare.

"You really mean it, Lo? I am the love of your life, your goddess?"

"Yes, my love, you are. I'm so blessed that I met you. I'm so glad that you've listened to your heart, that you gave me a chance, me, the bad guy...and that you saved me from getting lost."

"Bad guy? I only accept you as a bad guy in bed," you chuckled and pinched his nipple gently.

"Ouch!" Loki hissed playfully.

"You're not a bad guy, Lo. You've proven it several times now. You've saved lives, and worlds, you proved that you are capable of working in a team… the others told me. They like you, and your brother is very proud of you and…he assured me that he loves you. He doesn't want to lose you ever again. So don't tell me you're a bad person."

You lifted your head a bit to look at Loki.

"You're a god so take your chances, tell and write your own stories, new stories and…I would love to be a part of it. I want to take my chances too, I want my own and new stories, too. Together with you! Should we write them together? Would you like that, Lo?"

The tears in his eyes and the lump in his throat made him unable to speak. Maybe he was loveable and worthy of being liked and loved.

"Your positivity is unbreakable, isn't it? I think you might be right and we should give it a try…let's figure it out," he cooed and you two looked at each other in agreement and adoration and sealed it with a passionate kiss.

"Lo?"

"Yes, my love."

"Does love at first sight exist?"

He paused and inhaled your scent deeply before he answered.

"I didn't believe in it, I didn't even believe in love at all…until I met you… yes, snowflake, it exists, for you and me it definitely exists."

You couldn't speak at that moment so you just cuddled closer to him, held him in a tight grip and laid your head down again on his chest.

"Lo?"

"Yes, my love," he answered and he tightened his grip on you, too.

"You have a dominant side, don't you? I know you have one…and I want all of you. Please don't ever hide from me, I want you to be your true self. And I want to be your good girl," you smiled lasciviously against his chest.

"I couldn't really hide it, hmm? Don't worry, my love. I will show you every side of me," he groaned and chuckled darkly, making you shiver with excitement.

"But for now, please let me bathe in your tender love, snowflake" he murmured, softly again.

He made you change positions so he could lay his head down on your cleavage and now you pulled him closer to you and combed your fingers tenderly through his soft hair, caressed his scalp and twisted his curls around your fingers, your other hand trailed over his arm. Loki drew lazy circles with his long fingers over your stomach and around your navel. He loved how you played with his hair, it felt intimate and caring. More intimate and caring than sex could ever be.

Before you fell into a deep sleep you felt a warm tingling brush fanning over your whole body and when that feeling was gone, your body felt clean and refreshed.

"What did you do, Lo?" you mumbled sleepy against the crown of his head.

"I just used my seiđr to clean us, " he whispered and kissed your forehead.

"I hope it's okay for you."

"Hmmm, but only if we sleep naked now."

"Oh, I always sleep naked, my love."

"Wonderful!" you mumbled and turned around to lay on your side so Loki could spoon you.

He pulled a duvet over you two and wrapped his arm around your waist, his hand resting outstretched on your stomach.

The rest of the night he held you tight and you were being pulled closer by him within cuddles and he couldn't stop kissing you on your shoulders, your hair and your nape. Now he knew what you were doing to him. You've tried to touch more than his body and you did it. You touched his heart.

"I love you, snowflake," he whispered just before he finally fell asleep.

You smiled but you were too tired and too close to sleep to answer him. But you would give him an answer. Soon, very soon.

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[evansbby]

You got me thinking who could play Ari in Wicked Games

Nobody is worthy enough to play Ari, nobody is good looking enough with impeccable daddy vibes like Ari. Nobody matches Ari’s perfect ratio of soft dom to sexy dilf energy like… WHO IS DOING IT LIKE ARI PLS?

It would have to be some Turkish drama actor, like a superrrr handsome one.