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cleo-fox · 1 year ago

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Okay, I love all of this, but let me yell about this line in particular:

“Loki glanced over at you again, his green eyes sparkling as if a thousand distant worlds were burning up inside them. He had an unparalleled mysterious aura around him, like the weight of the entire world was resting on his broad shoulders.”

MA’AM?!? EXCUSE ME? How dare you describe this man so perfectly!? A thousand distant worlds burning up??? I am feeling emotions and would like to speak to your manager.

Also: this fic has further cemented my most fervent belief that we need more TVA Loki fics. We especially need more TVA Loki fics where he is wearing this suit. Cee, thank you for doing your part, I shall require 635 more by the end of the week.

In conclusion: go read this fic immediately.

Against the Wall {TVA!Loki x Female Reader One-shot}

Cee's Loki Fic Masterlist / AO3 Link

Pairing : TVA!Loki x Female Reader

Summary : The first interrogation of X-5 doesn’t go as planned, and Loki needs to blow off some steam. He returns to 1977 for a drink, and discovers that not only have his actions have left you abandoned by your date to his movie premiere - but it’s also your birthday.

Thankfully, Loki knows just how to solve both of your problems.

W/c : 4.4k words

Content Warnings : Smut, p-in-v, semi-public sex, strangers to lovers, ruffled tuxedo appreciation

Author's Note : This one is dedicated to my beloved and beautiful friend @infinitystoner as part of our Glorious Birthday Bash. Our ask boxes are open, so get those questions in!

18+ Only - Minors DNI

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Loki was absolutely seething. The Hunter X-5 - Brad, or whatever he wanted to be called, was not just uncooperative in answering their questions about General Dox’s plans - he was a complete asshole about it. And even though they knew he would be, it was still impressive just how quickly he managed to rattle all three of them and completely derail the interrogation.

It was enough to make Loki afraid that he was losing his touch, that his edges had softened too much. But after the catastrophic events he’d endured over the past few months, what else could he expect?

After leaving the interrogation room with Mobius and B-15, Loki had stormed away, his eyes blazing with fury and his fists clenching until his knuckles were white. He just needed a moment to calm himself down, to regain control of his emotions.

Truthfully, what he needed was a break, to relieve some tension and come back to his problems with a clear head. If only everything would just stop trying to implode for five minutes, he might be able to do that. But the weight of everything he needed to fix was slowly crushing him to death instead.

And that asshole thought it necessary to throw the death of Frigga in his face and call him a villain - all in the same breath. The audacity, the nerve of that man to speak to him like that - when genuinely, truthfully and in every sense of the word, Loki was only trying to fix, not harm.

Loki pushed himself further down the endless corridors of the TVA, and the anger radiating through his skin alerted the unassuming TVA employees to continue minding their own business as they slinked past him. Loki’s heavy footsteps echoed off the pristine floors and elegant walls, and he foolishly thought that maybe they’d take the hint and turn around to take a different path towards their destination. But just as soon as he would find himself alone in the hallway, another one would appear, and Loki’s rage would elevate just a little bit more.

Norns, was there nowhere to even think in this place?!

Soon, Loki found himself in another alcove with another elevator, that inevitably led to another floor with even more corridors and TVA employees who were just trying to do their jobs in the face of a Temporal Loom meltdown and total destruction. It wasn’t their fault; it was the only thing they knew how to do.

There had to be an exit around here somewhere - a courtyard, or a sidewalk, or something - any place Loki could go and not be reminded of all of this. But how long would it take him to find it?

Too long. And more likely than not, a new crisis would emerge before he could even reach it.

As he paced back and forth across the granite floor, Loki’s hands alternated between raking through his hair, clenching at his sides, and resting on his hips. His mind raced uncontrollably, and his chest heaved to keep enough oxygen mixing with the blood flowing through his veins. He was starting to feel trapped, doomed, cursed.

Loki took a deep breath to steady himself, and as he closed his eyes, his thoughts shifted to the beautiful woman he’d seen earlier that evening. Her stylish dress, pale amber and loosely cinched around her waist, had been far too enchanting to be wasted on a date to a silly movie premiere. She was much too good to be on Brad’s arm for the evening, and Loki wondered if he had even bothered to learn her name…

But ultimately, it didn’t matter. Loki didn’t have the time or the space to clear his head, and he certainly didn’t have the time to waste on thoughts of a woman he’d never see again. He was just going to have to carry on, to power through the stress and brain fog and dread, like he’d always done.

Resigning himself to return from where he came, Loki shoved his hands in the pockets of his pea coat and turned on his heels to head back to Mobius and B-15 and the interrogation of Brad. But he stopped as his fingers brushed against something, and his brow furrowed as he pulled the TemPad out of his pocket.

Loki couldn’t remember how or when it got there. He turned it over in his hands carefully, running his fingertips across its smooth edges and polished wood grain as he considered his options.

With this, he could easily find a place to think, and he could return just moments after he left the interrogation room. And with the branches of the Sacred Timeline already diverging wildly out of control, no one would ever know he had left.

Loki quickly glanced over his shoulders to make sure he was alone, and he flipped the top screen of the TemPad open. The previous coordinates were still typed in, still active.

All he had to do was press a single button and walk through the Time Door. In another moment or two, he could return to the Zaniac premiere and finally have the drink he so desperately needed.

And maybe Brad’s date would be willing to share that drink with him…

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This was not how you thought your birthday would turn out.

Dressed to the nines, after hours in the salon chair getting your hair done and days of planning your outfit down to the perfume kissing the insides of your wrists - all so you could be abandoned by that jackass before the showing of his film even started.

What made it worse was you didn’t even want to be here tonight, with this Brad Wolfe - a man no one had ever heard of before six months ago but was suddenly basking in the spotlight of directors clamoring to hire him and starlets begging to be seen with him.

You could have been out with your friends celebrating your birthday, but your agent had insisted that this would be much better for your career; he was definitely going to be getting a very unpleasant phone call in the morning.

After Brad disappeared, you sat yourself at the bar and ordered a drink; it was less humiliating than the press seeing you alone inside the theater, which would have surely been the only headline in tomorrow morning’s paper.

You briefly thought about calling your friends to meet up at The Roxy, which had been the initial plan for the evening, but ultimately decided against it. Nothing could salvage the evening now; maybe you’d have better luck next year.

The ice from your second drink had all but melted, and after the leftover contents were consumed, you were ready to get out of there. The exciting climax of the movie would be happening soon, and once again the lobby would be swarming with press and London’s finest celebrities, not to mention Brad - who had probably found another woman to have clinging to his arm during the film. You didn’t need to see that.

As you thanked the bartender with a warm smile and placed a generous tip in his jar, your thoughts returned to the two men Brad had been talking to just before he disappeared. One of the men, the older gentleman, seemed pleased as punch to be there, but the other one - the tall, dark and devastatingly handsome one - seemed like he’d rather be literally anywhere else; it was exactly how you felt about this ridiculous event.

And God was that scowl on his face sexy; but then again, everything about him was positively delicious. His piercing green eyes had threatened to set the room ablaze as he looked around the room, and when he wasn’t scowling, he was smirking.

It was a very confident smirk, and he deserved to have it. He certainly knew how to wear a tuxedo, and you were sure he looked even better underneath it.

Just thinking about it was enough to make your heart race, and the warmth of arousal was beginning to unfurl itself in your core. It was too bad the most gorgeous man you’d ever seen had left already; perhaps you would head to The Roxy after all, to find someone to take you home tonight…

“Leaving so soon?”

Your breath faltered as you turned to see him standing next to you. He looked exquisite - casually leaned against the bar, one ankle crossed over the other, and one hand in his pocket as he raised an inquisitive eyebrow in your direction. You couldn’t believe this was happening, that he had appeared so suddenly and he was looking right at you.

“I suppose that depends on whether something exciting is about to happen here,” you replied with a shrug and met his inquisitive expression with one of your own.

The man chuckled and cleared his throat as he turned his attention to the rows of liquor displayed behind the bar. “And I suppose you wouldn’t think helping me decide on a drink would be very exciting…”

His voice was smooth as silk - polished and refined, and it made everything he wasn’t saying so much more intense. You could see his eyes in the mirror behind the bar, hungrily roaming up and down your form as he paused, and you knew he was thinking about all the things he wanted to do tonight.

And when he turned back to look at you, it was like you were the only other person in existence, like you were the only thing that mattered. “…or would you find that exciting?”

That look was sinful, intoxicating, teasing. It made you forget all about wanting to get out of there before the movie ended. It made you want to do anything to keep his attention, and so you sat back down on the barstool and crossed your legs as you leaned closer to him.

“Surely a classy man such as yourself knows what he likes to drink?” you replied, hoping he enjoyed being teased as much as he enjoyed teasing.

The man laughed again and shook his head with a charming smile on his perfectly-crafted face. If you didn’t know any better, you would have believed a God had sculpted his features with a careful and delicate hand, that only something majestic could have styled the dark curls on his head. He was perfect, and you were dying for him to ruin you.

“Well, I’ll be honest - I just wanted to know what you were drinking, so I could invite you to have another with me.”

He didn’t wait for a response, and immediately unbuttoned the jacket of his tuxedo as he sat down next to you. His long legs were splayed wide as he gazed at you, and he had the kind of thighs you wanted to sink your teeth in.

The white shirt underneath the jacket was stark white and perfectly pressed, save the ruffles running vertically from his throat to his waist. There weren’t too many men that could pull off that look with the same confidence and charm, and you found yourself wondering who he was and what he did for a living.

He had to work in the entertainment industry - fashion, maybe? Another actor? You wanted to know everything about him, from where he grew up to how many different ways he could make your toes curl.

“What a clever, classy pick-up line. I’m truly impressed,” you murmured playfully as you beckoned the bartender over.

The man narrowed his eyes, and his perfect lips curved into a teasing smirk. “I believe it worked, did it not?”

You shrugged innocently, bringing your fingertips to fondle the necklace dangling around your neck. His gaze followed your fingers with a hungry expression, and he opened his mouth to say something else when the bartender interrupted to take your order.

“Yes, me and my new friend…” you paused and tilted your head at him, a silent plea for the man to finally introduce himself.

His expression shifted briefly to uncertainty, as if he wasn’t sure that he wanted to give you his name at all, before resuming his confident demeanor as he met your gaze once more. “Loki. Pleased to meet you.”

“A pair of Slow Screws for me and my new friend, Loki,” you smiled at the bartender before returning to your new companion for the evening. “That’s quite an interesting name, Loki. Scandinavian?”

“Something like that. And you’ve got quite an interesting drink order,” he replied, leaning closer and sliding his arm along the back of your chair. “Tell me - do you usually share Slow Screws with complete strangers?”

His voice was low and husky, vibrating at all the right frequencies and sending shivers of excitement down your spine. It took all of your willpower to not mount him on the spot.

“Only when it’s my birthday, and I’ve been abandoned by my jerk of a date,” you answered, though truthfully you were glad he disappeared if it meant you got to know this man a little better.

Loki’s brow twitched and he looked away; it was an odd reaction, one you hadn’t anticipated. Did Loki know something about why Brad had left, and was he not expecting you to bring it up?

The bartender returned with your drinks, and you were grateful for something else to focus on for the moment. Freshly-squeezed orange juice and gin swirled around the tall glass as you brought it to your lips and took a not-so dainty sip.

Loki glanced over and smiled as he followed suit, then set his glass down and began tapping the bar-top with his long and surely skilled fingers. “You know I, um…was speaking with your date earlier, and I promise he didn’t ditch you. Something very important had come up, and…”

Loki glanced over at you again, his green eyes sparkling as if a thousand distant worlds were burning up inside them. He had an unparalleled mysterious aura around him, like the weight of the entire world was resting on his broad shoulders.

“If he sent you here to keep me company in his stead…” you interrupted, brushing your fingers across the back of his hand as he tapped mindlessly on the bar-top. “…then I’m glad he left.”

That seemed to be enough to make him forget about all of his earlier troubles, and a confident smile graced his features once more. “Well, I couldn’t leave a beautiful woman all alone on her birthday, now could I?”

Loki rotated his hand underneath yours, and his fingertips lightly traced along your inner wrist, sending your heart rate skyrocketing. He leaned closer to whisper against your ear. “So how does the birthday girl want to celebrate then, hmm?”

Your breath hitched, and it felt like the rest of the world stopped except for the two of you. You wanted to spend your evening dissolving into pleasure, screaming his name, breaking your bed - but this man clearly loved innuendos and teasing; it was foreplay for him, just as much as it was for you.

“Well, I’ve always wanted to try…a Slow Comfortable Screw Against The Wall,” you answered softly, knowing he would understand that you didn’t necessarily mean the drink.

Loki’s arm slipped around your chair once more, dragging his knuckles down the back of your arm. “Is that how you like it?”

Your eyes widened, and your heart thudded painfully in your chest. But it was worth it if it meant he’d do it, so you nodded as you bit your lower lip.

“Slow…and comfortable?” Loki continued, whispering softly and letting his lips brush against the cartilage of your ear.

Swallowing back a moan was the hardest thing you’d ever done. Your thighs pressed together, squeezing them against your already wet cunt and nodded again.

“What about against the wall? Do you like that too?” Loki brought his other hand up, tracing the angle of your jaw with his fingertips and turning your face closer to his.

Your lips parted as your nose brushed against his, and you silently pleaded for mercy. Your pussy was already throbbing and clenching around nothing, and if you didn’t get out of here soon, you were going to explode.

A simple yes was all you could manage, and Loki immediately took action. He pulled a few bills from his pocket and tossed them on the bar as he stood up, and you absolutely could not believe your luck - that he came back, that he wanted you, that he was going to take you exactly the way you wanted.

You quickly followed him to standing, and your knees almost buckled underneath the weight of the adrenaline and hormones carving their way through your veins. Loki placed his hand on your lower back and guided you swiftly through the crowd that had returned after the movie’s end.

And you didn’t even turn your head as you passed by reporters milling about in the lobby, wondering where the hell Brad Wolfe was.

As you stepped outside, Loki’s hand slipped from your waist to grab your hand and pull you after him. You thought he was going to lead you to a cab, but instead, he turned down the alleyway beside the theater.

“Wait - where are we going?” you giggled in anticipation as he squeezed your hand. Did he have his own vehicle parked somewhere back here?

Loki turned around and yanked you closer, wrapping his arms around your waist as he continued backing down the alleyway. “I’m giving the Birthday Girl what she asked for. Remember?” he murmured against your lips as his hands splayed wide on your hips.

You couldn’t take the wait any longer and crushed your lips against his. Loki’s groan was deep and powerful as he eagerly returned the kiss. His lips tasted like gin and lust, and his hands gripped you tightly, pulling you all the way against his body.

Your hands found the lapels of his tuxedo jacket, pulling on the material as you parted your lips around his. He eagerly slipped his tongue between them as he started to walk you backwards.

Loki towered over you, even with your heels on, and soon his lips were moving down to your neck, sucking on the delicate skin as his hands slid down to squeeze your ass. You gasped, and immediately started to unbutton his tuxedo jacket.

He hummed an approval against your neck, and his hands grasped your ass harder, making you grind your hips against his. “I thought the Birthday Girl wanted it slow and comfortable, hmm?”

“Changed my mind,” you whispered breathlessly, opening the jacket and untucking his shirt from his pants. “I need you now…”

Loki grinned as he pushed you against the wall, trapping you between the firm, cold bricks and his firm, warm body. “Ah, so you’re an impatient Birthday Girl,” he growled against your lips.

This new tone, so wild and animalistic compared to the opulent and sophisticated one he had used back at the bar, was more than enough to make you forget that you were in public, that he was a stranger, that if anyone saw this then your career would be over. But you were being driven by pure lust at this point, and nothing else mattered anymore.

Your lips met again, moving frantically against each other as your tongues and hips writhed together. It was incredible that your bodies and minds were already so in sync with each other - when you moaned against his lips, he’d groan against yours, and when you gasped, he’d exhale in a deep hum that threatened to drive you insane.

He pulled the strap of your dress down as you untied the knot of his bowtie and began to loosen the buttons of his shirt. Loki kissed his way down your neck and you arched into his touch, even as your hair snagged on the bricks behind you.

You quickly slipped your arm out of the strap, and Loki slid the top of your dress down to your waist, exposing your breasts. Your nipples hardened from arousal and the cold evening air, and Loki leaned down to take one between his lips. You moaned out loud in response, encouraging him to keep going as you spread your legs to grind against his thigh.

His tongue flicked against your stiff nipple as he sucked, and your fingers curled tightly in his hair as you hooked a leg around his waist. Your hips gyrated wildly against him, soothing your aching clit as you chased a release.

“Oh, yes. Keep going, love,” Loki groaned against your skin and shifted his hands to keep you balanced on one leg, gripping your hips tightly as he brought his face back up to yours.

He pushed his leg further between yours, watching eagerly as you continued grinding against his thigh. You gasped and moaned breathlessly, each one louder than the last as the alleyway faded away and all that remained was the stranger bringing you ethereal levels of pleasure.

“Yes, that’s it. Come for me, dear,” Loki rasped as he brought his lips over to your ear, and his teeth nipped at the cartilage as he spoke. “I’ll give you more - as many as you wish…”

You could barely hear him as blood pumped frantically through every vein and every nerve ending prepared to fire off, but it seemed as though he was getting as much pleasure out of this as you were. What a blessing this was - it was your birthday, and this man only wanted to make you come.

You gasped as your orgasm washed over you, sending endorphins and molten lava through your veins. Your fingers dug into his neck and shoulders, and your leg shook and wobbled as you died and reborn anew.

Loki moaned with you as you came, his hands grabbing your hips to keep them rolling against his thigh. Your eyes rolled back into your head and unintelligible whimpers of pleasure tumbled from your lips. And just as the orgasm started to fade, his hands slipped around the back of your thighs to lift you up.

Somehow you managed to lock your arms around his neck as he held you in the air, and he hooked his forearms underneath your knees as your bare back scraped against the brick. It hurt so good, and you buried your face in his hair, breathing in his scent and savoring the way he was going to ravage you.

Loki grabbed your ass as he rolled his hips against yours, both of you moaning in unison at the skin-to-skin contact. His heavy exhales washed over your skin as he panted against your jaw, and you were still trembling from the aftershocks of the first orgasm when his cock slid inside you.

He groaned in pleasure as he pushed deeper within your soaked cunt, and your toes curled inside your shoes. You hadn’t even seen his cock yet, but you could feel just how perfect it was, how perfect he was - and you couldn’t help but squeeze as he bottomed out inside you.

“Such a tight and lovely little thing,” Loki hissed as he started to thrust, slowly at first but quickly increasing his pace. His hips rocked back and forth, and your fingers scratched at his scalp to beg him to keep going.

He held you in the air, easily supporting your entire weight as he drove himself into you over and over. It was like magic, he was like a benevolent God of Pleasure, and you would forever worship the ground he walked on as long as he continued doing this to you.

You buried your face against his shoulder to muffle your cries of pleasure as he filled you up, and his lower back arched as his thrusts became frantic. You moaned his name and he moaned yours, and his fingers gripped you tightly as yours dug into his neck.

“Yes! Come for me, darling!” Loki growled against your ear as he adjusted your hips, pulling them away from the wall. His thrusts became urgent, and this new angle allowed him to move deeper, pressing against the most sensitive flesh that other men could only dream of reaching.

You crossed the threshold again, coming even harder than you did the first time. Loki grunted like an animal as he made his final pushes inside you before following you off the edge. Your thighs shook as his hips bucked, and your muscles squeezed every ounce of pleasure out of him.

The sounds he made were sinful, and it was almost enough to keep you going. Neither of you were on Earth anymore; floating in the cosmos, higher than you’d ever been before, your hips writhing and mouths gasping for air as you came together.

You don’t know how long you stayed like that, but eventually your bodies became still, and you could feel his lips pressed lazily against your jaw and his eyelashes fluttering against your cheek. “You have no idea…just how much…I needed that…” he murmured breathlessly.

You could feel the gravity of his words bringing you back down to the ground, and while you didn’t know what he was referring to, you wished that you could. “I’m glad you convinced me to stay for that drink then…”

Loki chuckled to himself as he pressed his forehead against yours and carefully pulled the strap of your dress back to your shoulder. His fingertips were delicate as they traced along your collarbone, and as his eyes traveled up to meet your gaze, you could see a thousand lifetimes of sadness hiding behind them.

“Thank you…for the drink, and the birthday present. Maybe we can do this again for your birthday…” you continued with a smile, hoping to be able to see him again soon. You didn’t know if he needed the reassurance, but you wanted to give it to him anyway.

He didn’t respond at first, and you gently caressed his cheek. This evening was too magical to not let it happen again, and you prayed that he felt the same.

Loki’s expression was one of anguish as he turned his head to kiss your palm. He let out a heavy exhale, and forced himself to look at you again.

“Yes. Maybe we can…” Loki smiled as he gazed into your eyes, and your heart ached as he leaned down to kiss you once more.

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kay-no-lies · 1 year ago

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I just read a comment on jws’ Foxy to Arsenal announcement post that she is overrated………

#sir Foxy is the opposite of overrated #how dare you #wsl will see #emily fox #🦊#uswnt

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kaylasficrecs · 4 months ago

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spencer reid recs - part 3

close to home | imagine, fluffy flangst | @reidrum

not expecting you to leave | imagine, flangst | @tlou-reid

what he knows | imagine, flangst, comfort | @luveline

guilt ridden | imagine, flangst | @reidmania

don't think i don't like you | one shot, fluff | @luveline

criminally hot | imagine, flangst | @kisses4reid

safe | one shot, flangst | @rynbutt

you know the killer doesn't understand | one shot, angst (slight fluff) | @nereidprinc3ss

protect you | imagine, flangst | @spencerlicious

meant to be yours... | imagine, flangst (more fluff) | @lostbo0

choose me, love me | imagine, flangst | @cookiescribble

healing hands | imagine, fluff, comfort | @mistiell

castling | imagine, flangst | @reidrum

not her | one shot, flangst | @reidmarieprentiss

playing with spencer's hair | drabble, fluff | deactivated blog

emergency contact | one shot, flangst | @vanteguccir

falling behind | imagine, fluff | @catssluvr

bracelet | drabble, fluff | @dylsluvrs

home | one shot, flangst | @auroralwriting

where we were meant to be | one shot, flangst | @reidmarieprentiss

you start to grow worried | imagine, flangst, comfort | deactivated blog

kiss, kiss, fall in love | imagine, fluff | @rumplereids

hearts aligned | imagine, fluff | @raekensluver

your wife, huh? | drabble, fluff | @julssreidd

something better | imagine, angst | @reidmarieprentiss

doodles | imagine, fluff | @catssluvr

kisses his forehead | imagine, fluff | @luveline

now i have to act like i can't read your mind | imagine, flangst | @pathologicalreid (tw)

movie night cuddles | drabble, fluff | deactivated blog

closet confessions | imagine, fluff | @smurphyse

actress' savior | one shot, flangst | @priniya

i wish i knew you wanted me | imagine, fluff (slight angst) | @irndad

heart-stopping | imagine, fluffy flangst | @dr-spencer-reids-queen

in omnia paratus | one shot, flangst (more fluff) | @street-smarts00

convenient | series | @kisses4reid

post it note | imagine, fluff | @reidmania

always, i'll wait | imagine, flangst, comfort | @pathologicalreid (tw)

burn notice | imagine, angst (slight fluff) | @pathologicalreid

angel | two shot, angst | @reidmoony-toast

touchy when drunk | imagine, fluff | @moonstruckme

hazardous materials | imagine, fluff | @pathologicalreid

nurse!reader | imagine, fluff | @luveline

touch starved | imagine, fluff | @foxy-eva

losing you | imagine, flangst | @pathologicalreid

blackout | imagine, fluff | @gghostwriter

wanted: a gentleman | series | @gghostwriter

one single thread of gold | one shot, fluff | @gghostwriter

how dare you think it's romantic... | one shot, flangst | @reidrum

#posting this for the weekend #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds #fic recs #masterlist

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undiscovered-horizon · 1 year ago

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[To be loved is to be changed. And while being married to you has changed Mihawk, it's not entirely for the better. He's a possessive and protective lover to the marrow of his bones.]

(TW for unwanted sexual comments)

Mihawk knew the name 'Shantaro' quite well. Any time you told him a story from your adolescence that revolved around borderline illegal, unethical or simply reckless adventures, Shantaro was there. The little devil on your shoulder but as reliable as a true angel.

He, however, never expected you to run into Shantaro on the odd night when the two of you can go out. Comfortably basking in your presence, Mihawk is thoroughly enjoying your undivided attention.

Until.

You're suddenly rendered speechless as you notice something - someone - over his shoulder. A wide smile spreads across your face. Mihawk is unsure whether he should rejoice with how beautiful you look or seethe, knowing that another person dared to distract you from him.

"It's Shantaro!" you squeal excitedly. "I'm sorry, love, I'll be just a moment. I haven't seen her in ages!"

Mihawk doesn't even try to stop you as you make your way through the crowd at the lounge. His watchful gaze follows your steps as you approach a stringy woman in a silver dress. A hurricane of black curls sits on top of her head. Her piercing, grey eyes notice you, suddenly widening with both surprise and happiness. The two of you engulf each other in a bone-crushing hug, silently exchanging feelings of longing towards the closest friend from younger years.

The swordsman's night, however, is about to get even worse as he hears someone behind him whisper:

"She's a minx, that foxy wife of yours."

He turns around with his jaw and fists clenched. Mihawk's enraged gaze meets the face of an amused man who is casually sipping on his drink. There's a glint in the stranger's eyes that makes the swordsman's skin crawl - he wanted to get under Dracule's skin.

"Don't look so surprised," the stranger reprimands him. The man must have mistaken Mihawk's baffled expression at the bold words for genuine surprise that someone put two and two together. Truthfully, he couldn't care less whether people know that he's married. "Many pirates get hard fantasising about having their way with the Warlord's wife." Judging by the way the man licks his lips and hides a certain hunger behind his eyes, it's clear he's part of the aforementioned group. "But the Warlord himself? Unfortunately for him, she turns him soft," he drones the word as though it's a serious insult.

"Yes, she does," Mihawk answers slowly.

The events that followed happened exceptionally fast: Mihawk reached for the stranger's neck and slammed the man's head against the bar counter. Curiously, people happening to be in their vicinity carry on as though nothing bizarre is happening - they are smart enough not to get in Dracule Mihawk's way, especially when he is visibly upset.

Blood is gushing from the strange man's forehead, his eye already beginning to swell and change colour. The swordsman tilted his victim's head back just enough to lean down and growl. "Which is why I'm going to kill you much faster than you deserve for your offence."

Mihawk glances in your direction. You're still occupied, excitedly telling Shantaro about the years after you've last met her.

He'll be done before you notice him gone.

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cleo-fox · 4 days ago

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ASJDDDHVFFSDVRNJ;SCDHJJBVF SUMMER!!! SUMMER!!!!

I was not expecting 2024 to conclude with a Loki fic from you, but I am surprised and delighted that it did!! And per usual IT’S SO GOOD!!!!

These two are a hot mess and I love it. Specifically:

Yet, despite all that, he somehow finds peace —silence— as if the sudden taste of both her melting on his tongue and the discovery that he’s capable of violent restraint in the name of worship erases the anger and resentment. Every minuscule flicker of displeasure wafting away with the sound of her gentle voice calling his name; begging for more. Something he’s offering over with protest in the form of wandering hands that pull her further into wanting lips. The position of his hands acting as a tether, holding her down with every squirm each time he curls his tongue or applies more pressure.

How am I supposed to live laugh love when you are dropping phrases like “violent restraint in the name of worship?!”

This piece is less than 1,000 words and your characterization of Loki—full of self-loathing, deeply flawed, equally afraid of being loved as he is being rejected—is just so spot on. There’s so much meaning packed into every single sentence and I found myself getting lost in the story and wondering more and more about this version of Loki and his relationship with this reader. There’s depth and detail that you put into this is stunning.

And ending on “embracing praise instead of condemnation?!?!” SUMMER IT’S CHRISTMAS AND I HAVE A FAMILY.

Anyway, this is fantastic and I hope to see more Loki fic from you in 2025!

your heart's a mess

pairing: loki laufeyson x female reader contains: 18+ sexual content, cunnilingus, mentions of rough sex/toxic relationship. also, unedited. wc: 964. note: this is a little treat for the sluts and the sluts only. y'all know who you are, merry christmas ya filthy animals. <3

Loki kneads her flesh with heavy hands. Hungry fingers poking and prodding and prying —the sheer force of which he pushes her thighs apart making her heavily breathe.

It’s like music to his ears —that simple puff of air. It’s sound spurring him further; threatening to tear what little resolve he last left to pieces. Only to leave the ill-intentions of ruin behind his mind’s eye. The sights of wanton moans and twitching nerves taking shape in his thoughts while his hands explore.

Gripping her calves, he sees her lips part to create another breath, the lack of weight compared to the first making his brows pinch together and his hands get more rough, wanting more.

“You’re being rather quiet for someone who was just ruthlessly bragging about their ability to keep quiet.”

As he speaks, his voice takes on a gravelly hum. The almost ragged tone reverberating straight from his chest onto the skin of her knee as he takes a quick bite —teeth sinking through the wicked grin that pulls across his face when she huffs out a laugh.

“Well, you’re being distracting.”

“Am I?”

In addition to his tease, he runs his mouth up her leg with a smirk, allowing his tongue to languidly slip out between each open-mouthed kiss. The mere taste of her causing a sound of approval to release.

It makes her smile. A big, toothy grin that steals the breath from his lungs, prompting him to bite her hip to suppress the feeling. To distract him from the ache that spreads throughout his chest, threatening to undo all the work he’s done to block it out.

“You’re being awfully gentle tonight.”

As expected, he feigns the obvious, pretending as if the uncharacteristic way he touches her is the result of exhaustion rather than desire.

“Bit sore,” he ends up telling her, using the excuse of mistreatment and injury to cover up the fact that he merely wants to touch her. To hold and caress and memorize. To take his time shaping her to his every whim.

“Rough job?”

“Somewhat.”

Her brow quirks up in time with the hand that slips down to caress his face in response. The simple gesture —soft and warm— making him nod and pull away, knowing that if he doesn’t he’ll only offer more mercy.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Instead of replying, he merely nips her hip, offering his usual brusqueness. The instant shift from gentle to rough making her knowingly hum, expecting as much, considering it’s how he always is —pushy, aggressive, impatient. All the things a lover shouldn’t be, and yet, she seems to know just how to bear the brunt of such qualities, taking them in stride. Enjoyment, even.

Which is a thought that truthfully scares him when he focuses too hard on it, realizing how little he deserves to earn such reactions after using only the parts of her he finds amusing. If anything, he deserves to be denied these pleasures he often seeks out —barred eternally for even thinking of harming something so fragile.

And yet, each time he creates those blooming marks across her skin, carelessly leaving them in places where everyone can see, she hardly bats an eye. Instead, she just lets him pour the heat of all the fury that sits within his gut out onto her flesh like it’s nothing. Like it’s something she truly wants.

It completely vexes him. Not because he isn’t used to women fawning in response to his abuse, but because the more it happens, the more guilty he feels, watching her reduce herself to nothing more than a casket of flesh he continually retires his rage into.

It makes him want to stop, sometimes. To truly feel the texture of her skin, whole and unharmed. Healed and nurtured rather than beaten and broken.

So, tonight, he does. Slowly forcing himself to hold back the urge to inflict as he remaps every dip and curve. Foolishly allowing himself to take on the kind of reverence he knows he should not be bestowed.

Taking his time, he starts by lapping the apex of her thighs before he shifts the fabric of her underwear down for easy access, revelling in the sight. Releasing an approving hum, he then presses careful kisses to the edge of her entrance, feeling her arch instead of round. The obvious desire for more only spurring him further as latches onto her clit to suck.

And at first, it feels odd to move so leisurely —to slow things down and simply feel as his tongue runs careful patterns over the bundle of nerves. Given their usual routine, it seems wrong to not already be buried inside her, taking what’s his in a matter one would definitely describe as brutal.

Against his mouth, he can hear those wanton moans he imagined not too long ago paired alongside the twitching nerves. The sound, making his own throat well up with an undeniable longing as moves his hand to spread her further, prodding her centre with the base of his nose as he begins to bury himself within her, embracing praise instead of condemnation.

#foxy faves #SUMMER #HOW DARE YOU #BUT ALSO #PLEASE CONTINUE TO DARE #this might not make sense #I woke up at 5:45 and I haven’t had my caffeine yet

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sweet1delusi0ns · 7 months ago

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Naruto boys insecurity’s

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!Angst!

Characters: Naruto🦊,sasuke🗡️,Itachi🥀, kakashi🍃, kiba🐺, shikamaru🀄️,shino🪲,neji🎋,Lee🥋,choji🍥,gaara⏳,kankuro🪆

Naruto🦊-*

He’s grown up an outcast so he’s slightly insecure anyways (poor thing). He thinks he’s a bother to you sometimes and gets himself in a slump. You noticed how hes been rather quiet with you, not asking for anything, not begging for cuddles or kisses, you knew something must have been wrong. And it was confirmed when you over heard him talking to himself in the mirror, basically just insulting himself

“Why cant i just do better…” “why do I have to be so annoying…everyone thinks I’m annoying…probably even y/n. They could do so much better why m-” “NARUTO DONT YOU DARE FINISH THAT SENTENCE” you bust down the door causing naruto to quickly wipe his teary eyes “hey y/n! W-what do you mean?” “You know what I mean naruto.” You reach for his cheek to make sure he keeps his eyes on you “your not a bother naruto. And you deserve me as much as I deserve you! Why are you saying this?” He’s in full blown tears now, ugly crying and everything “e-everyone already thinks that way about me I-I thought you would think the same after a w-while” he sniffs “foxy…do I need..to show you how much you mean to me?” His eyes widen at the fact that he actually means something to you. For the rest of the night you never left him alone once, you spoiled him so much more that normal which made him feel so much better. He loves youuuuuu

Sasuke🗡️-*

Also was treated like an outcast but it didn’t affect him in the way it affected naruto. He doesn’t really think he’s a bother, if anything he’s scared that you think your the bother, since he’s so “cold” towards you sometimes he’s scared your going to leave or think he doesn’t love you anymore. Once it got so overwhelming for him he had teary eyes for hours just thinking about how he acts, he decided he needed to tell you. Once he found you he ran towards you and engulfed you in a big hug. You thought this was adorable or him being silly until you felt something wet on your shoulder followed by a broken breath

“S-sasuke? What’s wrong…Are you crying?” You could hear a sad whimper coming from him. “I love you. I-I love you so much y/n please don’t forget. No matter how I act I-” “I know. Baby I know. I love you too, what’s this about, your scaring me?” He didn’t dare remove his tear stained head from your shoulder “I know I’m…mean s-sometimes but-” it finally clicked for you why he was so upset all of a sudden “sasuke… your not mean! And I know you love me no matter how you act.” “I..just thought…no one understands how I truly feel. I just Need you to know…t-that I do love you” he pulls away from your shoulder to wipe his eyes before turning away from embarrassment. He felt you wrapping your arms around him causing him to jump. “I’m sorry y/n. I’m just over reacting” “no don’t. Don’t say that… I think we should lay down. You need to relax do you need me to help you? I know you feel…weak” he takes a deep breath “please y/n… yes” you both walk together to your bed. Trust me when I tell you he is going to feel a lot better after some comfort *wink*

Itachi🥀-*

He just feels… worthless sometimes. He just doesn’t feel worthy of good things that happen in his life, aka you. He doesn’t feel worthy of you. But he is very open with you unlike others, he tells you what’s wrong no matter what.

“Y/n. I have uhm… I have some feeling I would like to share.” “Of course Love, what’s up?” “I…” You gaze softens realizing he’s going to get upset “I don’t feel worthy.” “Oh…tachi�� come here” you pat the spot next to you but instead he took your lap instead, he reaches in for a hug before speaking up again “tell me you love me. Please. And tell me I’m worthy…” “you are the love of my life. And you are worthy of that love. No matter what you think you deserve love.” That is all he needs to hear. Although he gets very upset you can always calm him down. It does happen more often but you do not care. Anything to make him feel better.

Kakashi🍃-*

We all know he’s very attractive but that doesn’t mean he thinks the same. He doesn’t like his scar, he doesn’t like the story it holds and he doesn’t like the look of it. He can hold back the insecurity in battle because he knows it’s not worth dying because he thinks it’s ugly, but he cant hold back the insecurity on a day to day basis with you, he gets extremely timid with you. You see him with the mask off all the time so it’s kinda funny that you rarely see him without something covering his eye. But you just thought he forgets it’s there so you didn’t think about insecurity, but when you walk in on him washing his face he almost instantly covered his eye with his palm you knew something was wrong

“Ay? Why you covering that cute face?!” “Aha thanks y/n” he chuckles trying to make you ignore it yet he still kept his hand up “serious what’s with your hand?” “Well..ah you know..” he points to his eye with his other hand “what your scar? Babe I don’t care” he smiles softly before replying “I care…” “take your hand away” “I’d rather not-” “kakashi.” Groans “yes y/n…” he drops his hand and you let out a content sigh “there’s my baby” you grab his face with both hands and kiss his scar softly “you don’t find it odd?” He looks away while blushing “no kakashi I don’t find it odd because I love you.” He flashes a smile before turning back to the mirror with a weird look still on his face, to lighten the mood you grabbed him my the cheeks to shake his head back and forth before giggling at him. “Cutiee” you comment before kissing his beauty mark then walking back out the door.

Kiba🐺-*

He’s sensitive, he may be a big joker but if someone else says the wrong thing he will not be happy, normally the only thing he doesn’t like being called is a mutt or a dog. It makes him feel ashamed of him family quirk. Just because he loves animals doesn’t mean he is one right? He started thinking maybe he is just a dog. A Dirty, annoying, unfunny mutt. He started to feel like foolish for loving a dog so much, but he can’t help it it’s the family he was born into.

He has been rather distant from akamaru, still taking him on mission but recently he hasn’t been letting his puppy in the house as much anymore and he gets upset when you let him in instead. “Why did you let him in the house y/n!” “His a good boy he won’t chew up furniture if anything you would!” You we’re just trying to lighten the mood but it didn’t help “akamaru outside now!” He commands “come on why don’t you want him inside??” “You don’t need two mutts in the house y/n” this confused you for obvious reasons “two mutts? Are you talking about yourself? Your not…your not a dog thought?” He crosses his arms in protest “tell that to my friends, Or anyone because for some reason they all think I am a dog stuck in human form and it’s getting old.” You chuckle nervously “your not? If your talking about your dog like features and fighting style it’s just your quirk? It’s not your fault you can’t choose” he lowers his head “even you think I’m a dog sometimes!” “No baby. I dont I think that. your a human just with some animal features but most of your family is like that?” “If you don’t think I’m an animal why do you call me names like puppy.” He’s stretching, he loves it when you call him that he’s just in a mood “I call you that because you love attention and can’t go a day without seeing your loved ones. Plus your as cute as a pup!” His shoulders relax finally realizing he shouldn’t be upset over this. “I just feel ashamed of who I am sometimes y/n I’m sorry.” “Don’t be sorry. I love who you are if that makes it better” he chuckles “yeah…it kind of does make it better honestly…can you kiss me..?” He smile at his sudden change of mood “of course!”

Shikamaru🀄️-*

He knows he’s good looking but he also knows he’s not the best, he also knows your absolutely stunning, so it gets to him sometimes without realizing is, he changes his look every now and then to see if it would make him feel better. Maybe make him more attractive to you he hopes

“Dear could you turn around please?” “Sure shika whats u-” you stop dead in your tracks with a shocked look on your face “your hair is down!!!” You exclaim, the only time you see his hair down is when he is sleeping, you’ve never seen it down when he’s awake “I know, I’m trying something, does it look good?” You giggle “You always look good darling, just not use to it that’s all” you walk over to grab a handful of his hair which was slicked back but not up in a ponytail anymore. “Well I think you look handsome no matter what” he groans “don’t lie to me does it make me look worse?” You give him a nasty look “worse? You say that as if you already look bad…?” “Well eh-” “well what? Your very attractive Shika do you think other wise?” He puts his hands in his pockets “uhm sometimes-” “oh come on!” You grab his face “your soooo handsome no matter what you do with your hairrrr” you tease. He continued to make eye contact with you while a smile grows on his face. “…can I put a little braid in your hair?” “No” “Aw man.”

Shino🪲-*

He’s ok with his looks and doesn’t feel like a burden on you, oddly enough the only thing he’s insecure about is his voice. He thinks he sounds funny sometimes and doesn’t like how raspy it is, that’s why sometimes he doesn’t talk to you that much. Sometimes all he responds with is either nodding his head or shaking it which makes you feel bad

“What do you feel for dinner love bug?” “…” you looked around because maybe he left the room but no, he just didn’t respond. “Uhm hello???” “…” “are you hungry?” He shakes his head yes “with words please?” He looks around before responding quietly “yes I’m hungry” you giggle not quiet knowing what’s up with him “why are you so timid right now?” He finally speaks up “do you think I sound funny y/n?” “Uh no? Why” “sometimes I feel like my voice isn’t that pleasing.” “It sound pleasing to me-” he lightened up at the compliment “really?” “Yes of course!” When he’s insecure he normally gets over it fast, he’s rational and knows when he’s just being silly

Neji🎋-*

He knows he can choose his own destiny, he just wish the preset plan for him was burned into his forehead. He hated it so much, he was disgusted by it and therefor disgusted with himself. Sometimes you find him crying in the mirror over the symbol plastered onto him. But you always let him know that it doesn’t define him

You could hear cries coming from the bathroom and you couldn’t take it anymore so you decide to knock “sweetheart…are you crying?” He knew there was no point in lying anymore “y-yes..” “may I come in?” You could hear a cracked “mhm…” coming from the other side or the door so you walk in, immediately pulling him into your chest. “What happened. Did Someone do this?” He pulls away from your chest just to look back to the mirror to cover his mark while his lip quivered. You finally realized what was happening. “Give me your hand please..” he obliged lowering his hand. You grabbed his cheek and gave a very long forehead kiss. “Your worth more than this mark Neji.” You mumble against his head. You decided the best thing to do is go to bed and give him more love so that’s just what you did

Lee🥋-*

He may seem strong so it was shocking to you when he confided in you about how he’s insecure about almost everything about him (poor thing) he try’s to stay strong but he can’t help but get vulnerable with you

All you were doing was giving him love but he just felt unworthy of it. “My handsome, strong, perfect boy!~” kiss “well I don’t know if those words are accurate but thank you my precious!” You huff at his self doubt “don’t say that, your all of those things?” He laughs nervously “I don’t think so heh” “you are! You don’t think your handsome or strong…?” You frown “well uhm y/n…It obvious I’m not the best looking, and yeah I’m strong but…I could always be stronger.” He looked down at his feet in shame “Lee…take it back.” “W-what” “take it back. No one is allowed to insult my baby like that, not even himself.” He thought you were just joking until he looked up into your eyes to see the seriousness that laid in them, he could see tears forming in your eyes. “Please Lee. Take it back.” “I-I…I take it back y/n I’m sorry” “please…don’t ever say things that that again”

Choji🍥-*

He’s always been bullied because of his weight so of course he will be extremely insecure about it and anxious when your trying to love up on him, you knew he was insecure about it and you always told him it did it matter but you never realized to much it really affects him until your further into the relationship and you started to be more physically affectionate, he loves the affection just hates the body that it receiving it. All you were trying to do was hold him after a long day but he seemed so scared of if and you had to ask why

“Cmon let me hug you!” “No y/n..” you pout “why not! I wanna hold my fluff ball!” He cups his hands together then proceeded to look at the floor “I don’t think holding me is even possible…” your pout turned into a confusion “uh what do you mean choj?” He pinched at his stomach to hint at what he was talking about since he was to shy to actually tell you “oh…Choji you don’t need to worry about that I don’t care!” “I care because it means I can’t do certain things! How are you supposed to hold me!” You scoff “I’m confident I could carry you like a baby if I needed too.” “Your just saying that to make me feel better…” he crosses his arms and puffs his cheeks up out of timidness “I’m being serious Choji! I could totally carry you! Your not as big as you think you are.” He closes his eyes so tears dont form “I’d like to see you try y/n, you won’t be able t-” since his eyes were closed he didn’t see you walk over to his side, he only realized when he felt your arm latch around his shoulders and your other cupping around his legs. He open his eyes right in time to realize you just picked him up bridal style. He gasps in reaction, he turns to your face to see not a single ounce of struggle on your face “I told you! Your not that heavy choj!” This Moment honestly cured almost all his insecurity on that subject for a very long time. And sometimes he thinks “maybe she’s just really REALLY strong” he still loves the thought behind your actions. “Heh uhm…I guess maybe I’m not. Thank you sweetie!” “Anytime bubs~” with that you place him back down on his feet and give him a very passionate kiss

Gaara⏳-*

Most of his life he was basically controlling by either others or his inner demon so he didn’t have time to worry about appearance. But ever since he finally felt in control of his own life he now worries about his appearance sadly. He doesn’t like the mark on his head, he doesn’t really like his hair either and feels like his facial features just look wrong on him. He’s very good at hiding things so you didn’t realize until you overheard a conversation with him and his brother, he figured since kankuro is considered attractive maybe he should ask him for advice!

You were wondering around trying to find Gaara to ask him god knows what until you finally hear his voice along with kankuros, you walked behind the door about to knock until gaara’s question caught your attention. “So is there anything that could make me more ‘attractive’ or something along the lines of that?” “I don’t know? Maybe try face paint chicks dig it” you could hear a sigh leaving Gaara “I don’t want to attract ‘chicks’ I just want to attract y/n.” “What makes you think she doesn’t already feel attracted to you?” “I don’t know, I just feel like if I find myself unattractive maybe she does too.” That’s enough, you have to stop this. You knock on the door making them both look at it, you swing the door open and immediately look at gaara which was all it took for kankuro to take the hint “I’m just gunna..goooo…” you and him exchange nods before he leaves. Once the door shut you look back at gaara “what was all that?” “Oh so you heard?” “Yes gaara I heard, why do you find yourself unattractive? And why are you going to your skanky brother for help?” He turns his head to continue speaking “I can’t explain why I feel that way about myself, but I went to my brother because I know he is considered attractive to others.” You sit next to gaara and grab his chin to make him look at you. You lean closely to speak “how could you not love this face~” you whisper almost seductively while you drag your thumb across his cheek bone. “What don’t you like…?” His breath hitched out of fear of spilling his insecurity’s. “I guess…I don’t like the mark on my head, and I don’t like my nose much either, I also don’t really care for my hair it makes me look like a clown sometimes.” He’s waiting for you to agree with him but instead you lean closer to kiss everything he listed, first his little nose, then his marking and then you drag your hand through his hair which made him flushed. “Well I like Everything about you…” he finally makes eye contact with you, with red cheek. He took a big deep breath to reply “ok…thank you y/n. That makes me feel a bit better” you reach in for a hug which he gladly accepted!

Kankuro🪆-*

Even though he seems so hot and confident he’s much like his brother, sometimes he doesn’t like his bare face. He has make up on almost all day so rarely do you see him without any on, and when you do see him bare faced he’s weirdly shy which isn’t like him.

You both were in bed after work and you were just having a conversation, mostly it was just you talking which was weird because he’s normally high maintenance. “I couldn’t believe she had the audacity to say something like that, what do you think babe did she have a good point?” “I don’t know” his head is slightly turned to the side opposite of you which made it almost impossible to see him, he just washed his face so he’s completely bare faced yet won’t even look at you. “Babe? Cmon atleast look at me when I’m talking” “UGHHHHHHHH fine.” He turns to You shyly avoiding eye contact before replying “she’s in the wrong for saying that honestly-” you laugh “that’s exactly what I’m saying!……” you stared at his cute bare face for a little to long which made him anxious “what are you looking at y/n!” “I’m looking at your cute facee *boop*” he pulled away from your finger just to cross his arms “whateverr” you didn’t know at the time he wasn’t feeling his best but later he did tell you. But he still loves the compliment you give no matter how insecure he is at the time. Only you can make him feel better tbh

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desperate-gay · 24 days ago

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emily fox fic about reader admiring her hand tattoos

Guilty Confession

Emily Fox x fem!reader

summary: your girlfriend wakes up noticing you doing something and she will do whatever it takes to get you to tell her what

“What are you doing?” A groggy voice breaks the morning silence, startling you out of your trance.

Emily’s arm lays lazily over your waist, placing her hand a little beneath your chest, making it easy for your hand to reach hers. Before the brunette woke up, you were fiddling with her fingers and veering them side to side, inspecting one of your favorite things on her.

Her hand tattoos.

You don’t know why you are so enamoured by them. Ever since you two began talking, your eyes always caught the small ink. To your knowledge, Emily has never caught on to your secret fondness of her hands.

“Nothing, baby. Go back to sleep.” You whisper, rubbing your hand, which was once tracing the ink on her skin, up and down her arm, trying to soothe her back to rest.

Emily, now curious, shifts up resting on her elbow to have a better view of you. “Don’t deflect. What were you doing with my hand before I woke up?”

You croak your head to the side to catch her eye and give her a sweet smile in hopes of avoiding the topic. Your attempts are quickly shut down with one quick eyebrow raise.

With a groan, your head falls back on your pillow with a loud plop. Your girlfriend watches your antics with an amused and curious eye.

“Emily, foxy, baby, love of my life, apple of my eye, please let it go. I was just touching you like I always do!” You plead, continuing to avoid your girlfriend’s persuading gaze by covering your face with the palms of your hands.

“Oh no you don’t. If it’s so normal, you wouldn’t be blushing as red as a tomato and avoiding me.” Emily states while grabbing your wrists and moving them onto your stomach so she can finally catch your attention without you avoiding it.

“It’s not a big deal.” You grumble with a pout on your face, telling Emily to leave it, but she just finds it incredibly adorable.

“C’mere.” The defender demands, gripping your wrists once again but now pulling you on top of her warm body.

Despite your fake dislike of the girl, you tuck your face in her neck while hugging her body. Her hand rubs your back, giving you time to hopefully admit what you’re hiding by soothing you to relax.

After a few minutes of silence, Emily can’t take the suspense any longer. “What are you hiding? What were you doing before I woke up? Were you sending morse code to your mistress on my hand?” Your girlfriend fake gasps, hand falling on her chest in phony hurt.

“Yes. I was telling her how much of a nuisance my current suitor is considering she can’t let the little things go!” You laugh as the girl beneath you gasps again in offense.

“Tell me or I will, hmm. I will hide all of my hoodies!”

“Oh no.”

“Oh yes.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Wanna bet on it?”

Both you and Emily stare at each other with daring eyes, waiting for one to break, but once you catch the cocky smirk on the brunette’s face, you knew she wasn’t going to break.

With one last groan, you admit defeat.

“Fine.” You huff, arms crossed now that you're sitting in the girl’s lap, allowing you the new position to show your disdain.

“Go ahead, baby.” Emily says with the cocky smile plastered on her face growing twice the size.

With one last sigh, you cock your head backward to stare at the ceiling. “I was just looking and tracing your tattoos for a bit.”

“For a bit?”

“Okay fine, it’s been like an hour or two.” You admit, flushing red at the truth.

You finally look back at your girlfriend, noticing how her lip is between her teeth and a mischievous look in her eyes. Her large hands rub up and down your thighs, one hand, in particular, rubbing a bit higher than what is deemed appropriate.

The tattooed hand.

“Emily, what are you doing?” You ask in a warning tone, noticing the shift in her demeanor from sweet to cocky to desired.

“What? I’m just showing off the tattoos you like so much.” Her smirk widens when she sees you staring at said hand.

“No no no no no.” You shake your head, sliding off the girl’s lap and back to your side of the bed. Emily watches you with a frown as her hands fall onto her lap.

“Did I do something wrong?” Emily asks in a soft tone, making your heart melt which quickly goes away.

“I don’t want you making fun of me for finding your stupid hand tattoos hot!”

“You find them hot?” You throw her an irritated look at her honest but smug question.

“Of course I do! They’re hand tattoos, your hand tattoos.”

Emily guides her arms on each side of your head and shifts her body to hover over yours. Your heart begins to hammer in and out of your chest as you feel the soft lips of your girlfriend trail up your neck to your ear.

“I know you love looking at my hands but I’m sure you’ll love them even more inside you.”

At that statement, you wrap your hand behind her neck and force her lips to crash into yours in a sloppy and lustful kiss. You can feel her smile against your lips, stopping your movements to hover over her mouth.

“Yeah, whatever, I’m attracted to everything about you. Now will you please do something with your hands that involves me moaning your name?”

Emily quickly knocks her lopsided grin off her face and plasters a determined one. She is ready to make you love her fingers even more.

#emily fox x reader #woso x reader #woso fic #woso imagine #woso #emily fox

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mylivingend · 4 months ago

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GASP D:

GHOSTYY IN PONYYTOWNN !! :3

BOOPS THE FOXY >:D

[Foxy is @giltch-shadow-wolf666 btw. :>]

#PonyTown #Pony Town #Ghosty #Ghosty Piggy #Piggy Ghosty #Piggy #foxy the pirate #HOW DARE YOU FOXY >:0 #/sily

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r0-boat · 8 months ago

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stupid Bimet headcanons

I love him stupid foxy boy

SFW

His eyes are the most cat-like of all the devils, going into slits when he is annoyed but when he see something he likes his pupils blow up just like a cat.

He never understands sentimental value. However, his greatest treasure is something you gave a smooth round tiger's eye because you told him that it reminds you of his eyes. He keeps it in a velvet box away from all his other treasures. It is a treasure that he keeps for himself something that he owns a gift from you no matter the price is worth billions.

But everything else about him is a snickering fox;

This motherfucker owns every name brand worth more than your fucking rent. This man goes to spas every weekend and owns luxury skin products. This man takes a bath In a luxury bathhouse made out of solid gold with expensive ass bath bombs, lit candles, and milk that's good for your skin. When he gets out, he wears a stupid fucking bathrobe with gold embroidery of his name before he puts on his foolish fucking 1 billion dollar lotion.

Watches human reality TV shows. Televisions that are able to not only play programs from hell but programs in the human world cost a fortune but of course devils in tartaros can afford that.

The nickname he gave you in his phone is "broke bitch🥰💕"

You may own women but he knows how much money you got in that wallet lol.

People say that bimet is it afraid to be himself around you isn't afraid to criticize you And I love that so much. Where he treats you differently than his king.

Petty and jealous, clings to you and gives you affection while he gives that foxy little bitch smirk to any other demon he comes across.

to be honest you and Bimet are really Mammons sugar babies, the way Bimet eyes went wide when Mammon save you a copy of his platinum credit card.

He is quite an enigma when it comes to spoiling, when he splurging on himself he will bring you with him he will get you whatever you want though he will bitch about it the entire time. Don't listen to him. That's just empty threats. Having you with him is the greatest treasure. He loves when other devils and tartaros look at him with envious eyes when he is hooked around your arm. But he will absolutely treat you like a precious treasure. Worship the ground you walk on. He will bring you on spa trips shopping trips.

Buys you gifts, then makes fun of you for how broke you are. When you try not to accept it, he gets pissed, so you're not sure if this is a gift or a joke.

"seriously you need to take care of yourself better, It really pisses me off that you don't recognize your own worth." -Bimet

The best person to talk about your ex's with He will murder them~

(I want him to have a kitsune a form so bad, He's so fox-coated guys)

It doesn't like to admit it, but you are his first genuine friend.

Nicole from class 09 coded

"HEY! You don't dare bully them; that's my job!!"

#whb bimet #whb #whb x reader #what in hell is bad #what in “hell” is bad?#whb headcanons

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hitomisuzuya · 1 year ago

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I know we talk about gamer Scara but I need to suck him off till he’s overstimulated while he plays

Fuck or make him rail us while we try to play

Gamer!Scaramouche x fem! reader. Smut. Overstimulation. Scara receiving.

Freddy is back at it again, guys❤️ I'm not sure if this was a request or not, but I wanted to write something for it anyways.

Scaramouche was starting to have a problem focusing, his fingers shaking as they hovered over the keys on his keyboard. He wasn't signed into Discord, thankfully. He didn't need shitheads chattering in his ear while he was trying to listen and look for Freddy. That fucker was on the move again.

All he needed was his your pretty lips wrapped around his cock. He'd cummed twice down your throat by the time he got to Night 3. He was on Night 5 now, and you hadn't stopped sucking.

"Fucking hell," He groaned, his fingers shaking as they found the back of your head. His cock throbbed in your mouth, making him hiss as she pushed it down onto his cock.

You coughed on purpose, wanting him to feel your throat spasming around his cock. You kept your eyes focused on him, watching literal tears well into his eyes from over stimulation.

Scaramouche hastily brushed them away, cursing because he had taken his other hand away from the keyboard. You slurped loudly on his cock, curling your tongue around it as you sucked. His thighs trembled when you trapped his cock against the roof of your mouth with your tongue, grinding it against the roof of your mouth.

"I'm gonna cum down your throat again if you keep sucking like that, slut," He said in a shaky voice. You bobbed your head up to suck on the head of his cock.

That was what you wanted. This boy had some payback coming, after all. You'd even removed your panties so he could look down to see you stroking and rubbing yourself.

The kitten licks you flicked over the tip of his aching cock made him push your mouth back down on his cock again, thrusting into your mouth until cum spilled into your throat.

"Tag out..I tag out.." He moaned, panting as he tried to catch his breath. He could barely focus enough to bring up the security camera screens for you to look and see where those fuckers were, shakily guiding you to sit in his lap.

Scaramouche rested his head in the dip of your shoulder, watching you evade Foxy closing in at the last second. You were already poised to catch Freddy. Which was so hot of you, by the way.

As much as it frustrated him when you did better than he did at a game, especially when you were so shy about actually playing them yourself, it also really turned him on.

He nearly moaned when you shut Freddy down, sending him back with his top hat between his legs to try again. You took a deep breath, leaning back against Scaramouche's chest.

"Fuck, I want you so bad right now," His hands found your hips, moving you back in his lap. He lifted you so that the head of his cock pressed up against your clit.

Let's see how well you would do while he bounced you on his cock, fucking you senseless while you tried to play. He wanted to see you struggle like he did.

When you started to try and grind down against his cock, he abruptly lowered you down onto his cock. "Don't you dare pause the game," He hissed in your ear, bouncing you on his cock as he thrust up to bottom out inside of you.

He almost could breathe for a moment, your cunt felt so good clenching around his cock. You gasped in pleasure, trying to squirm as he held you still in his lap.

As overstimulated as Scaramouche was, he couldn't stop grunting and pounding into you. One of his hand squeezed around your breast, pinching your nipples to ground himself as his cock throbbed strong from overstimulation.

Now you could barely concentrate. His cock was kissing deep into your cervix, making you quake in pleasure. Your orgasm was building up to toe curling intensity. You could only try to struggle to bounce on his cock while he held you still, moaning high pitched the stronger your orgasm built up inside you.

Scaramouche's fingers feverishly rubbed your clit, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. Your finger smacked on the keys to bring the cameras up on the screen again. Opening your eyes, you focused your vision through blurry tears of pleasure. "G-Gotcha," You exclaimed, it sounded more like a moan of bliss instead of victory.

You stopped Freddy again.

Right as you squirted all over his cock, your thighs trembling and your body twitching. His grip tightened on your hip, his thrusting turning sloppy before his cock throbbed cum inside of you.

"Don't you even move off of my cock," He sighed happily, resting his chin in the dip of your shoulder again. He wanted to watch the rest of Night 5 while his fingers stroked over your clit.

#genshin impact #genshin smut #fem!reader #genshin imagines #modern au #scaramouche #scaramouche smut #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x reader

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sunflower-author · 3 months ago

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Five Nights at Freddy's x Reader

Basically PLATONIC Yandere Freddy, Bonnie, Chicka, and Foxy.

BTW not proofread... So yeah...

Also unfinished... cuz idk how to end it... But if you have any ideas plz lmk... Also if you want about reader to have a different personality.

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You were a terrified and timid person. Never would you think you would end up watching animatronics, at night. But desperate times call for desperate measures furthermore, when you figure out that these animatronics can move.

Currently, you were freaking out, had 2 panic attacks, cried 5 times, hyperventilated more times than you could count. Scared to death, as the power is running out, checking the cameras as you see Chica, Bonnie, and Foxy are all on the stage, while Freddy is in the supply closet.... Like he is just waiting for something.

Pretty soon you know that the power would go out any minute... Looking at the time it is only 4 am... you would be a fool to think you'd make it til 6 am...

As the power goes out you are left in complete darkness, staring in the blank space. Your fear rises every second. Like the room is getting smaller and smaller, it is getting hard to breathe, as you see Freddy's silhouette at the door you freeze. In fear and shock, you know there is no way you can survive this.

As your vision starts to blur from tears, from stress, panic, worry, and being overwhelmed. Freddy slowly makes his way towards you, almost predatorily. You begin to hyperventilate, seeing how close he is to you, as your tears continue to fall.

Freddy just looks at you bending down to your level, slowly extending his hand, until it touches your cheek. Flinching hard from his touch, he doesn't pause, as he swiftly and gently strokes it in a comforting way.

Closing your eyes petrified by him, he just continues to caress your cheek, slowly reassuringly. But tears were still falling, and you could barely breathe, not daring to open your eyes, and face what was right in front of you.

As Freddy looked at your tear-stricken face, he felt a bit of pity for you, seeing how much of a wreck you were, he began to feel bad. But then furious at the higher-ups, that they had sent someone like you to deal with them.

As he was thinking, you slowly started to calm down, as he was wiping away your tears. He began to speak as gently as he could, "Are you feeling better now sweetheart...?"

You were shocked to hear one of the animatronics talk for the first time, but slowly nodded your head. You were of course still frightened, but you weren't crying or hyperventilating.

"That's good," he said softly, as you tried to look behind him, wondering where the others were. Freddy notices and says, "Don't worry sweetheart, no one else is here..." still holding your cheek. "Where... are they...?" you ask him nervously, wondering about the other animatronics.

"The others are still on the stage... No one else is here, but me sweetheart," his tone tender. "Why...?" you softly ask curiously. "We could hear your heartbeat from outside of the door, and with you panicking so much, I thought it would be best, not to have you be any more afraid," he explains, as he moves his hand back to his side.

"What are you doing to do to me?" you ask. "I'm not going to do anything to you, darling... Why would I? You look too adorable to hurt.." he says calmly. Shocked and confused you say, "But... the higher-ups said... in the past... they sent others... and..." Not wanting to finish your sentence.

Freddy having an idea of what the higher-ups must have said, stays silent wanting to hear what you know. "What did the higher-ups tell you, darling?" "To be careful... and in the past... there has only been one survivor... is that true?.." You ask nervously.

Seeing Freddy's dementor, he seemed annoyed by what the higher-ups have told you. Sure it was true but, they shouldn't have told you this, they were supposed to keep this from all the night guards. "Yes... it's true," he confirmed to you.

Shocked that he would admit something like that, you remain silent frantic. Freddy notices you state, quietly chuckling to himself. "But you don't need to worry darling... I don't plan on hurting you.."

"Then... why the others before me?" you ask puzzled and afraid. Freddy pauses for a moment like he is thinking of the right words before saying. "They all angered us in some way..." Leaving it as that. But you being the curious person, asked, "By...?"

"A few of them tried to damage us, a few rude and ungrateful, some tried to run away..." he said in a soft quiet tone. "You killed them... for trying to escape..?" You ask shaking, starting to tear up, not wanting to stay here, but not wanting to die.

As Freddy watches your teary face, he reaches his hand out to hold it again, calmly and soothingly. "It's okay, sweetheart... You don't need to cry... Yes, we killed them, because they tried to escape... But I promise I won't hurt you,"

Shaking your head not believing him, you don't even know how many people died here before you came... and to think like you would be any different. Yeah right. As tears start to fall, Freddy steadily wipes your tears.

"Have I or any other animatronic, done anything to hurt you tonight?" He asks slightly annoyed by your resistance. Realizing that he is right, you shake your head again. You could just tell he was smiling at that.

"Good..." He checks the time, it is 5 am, then turns back to look at you remembering that you are still human, and what you went through today he asks. "Darling, are you tired?"

You have been so distracted by fear and panic, not realizing how drained you are... Maybe that was the reason you stopped crying. You felt drained mentally and physically, not wanting to know how red your eyes were right now.

As you slowly nod your head, Freddy smiles at your response. "You looked so darling..." Just as he said that it seemed like he was thinking for a minute before his eyes got brighter. It shined like flashlights, as you felt him steadily pick you up, ensuring you were comfortable as you flinched heavily from his touch. Trying to get out of his grip, terrified of what Freddy will do.

"Calm down... Darling, I told you before that I'm not gonna hurt you... I'm just going to move you over to the dining area, so you can sleep on the seat cushion... it will be much more comfortable, than this floor, right?" he says peacefully, as he stands up, walking.

Liking that idea, being as drowsy as you are, fall more into his grip, leaning against him sleepy.

As Freddy made it to the diner, he gently set you on the couch, and you laid down, feeling context, barely keeping your eyes open, as you finally let them rest, falling into a deep sleep you longed for all night.

Freddy stood silently to the side, as he watched you sleep. I felt more protective of you, felt the urge to keep you safe and close, and thought about how adorable and endearing you were tonight.

........

Suddenly, footsteps could be heard, walking along the halls into the dining room. As Freddy turned around he could see the rest of the animatronics slowly walking towards him. Looking confused as to why Freddy was in there.

Bonnie was the first one to speak, "What is going on here?" as he noticed your figure asleep on top of the seat cushion.

"I took them in here, they were tired... going through too many scares... more than they could have ever handled. I hoped that they could fall asleep more at ease here," Freddy explained.

The other animatronics look at you in shock, there has never been a night guard who fell asleep this early before. "Whoa... They're asleep already?" Chica says.

"They are different... more sensitive than any other night guard in the past... we will need to be more gentle with them..." Freddy starts to explain, as the other 3 look at you in disbelief, not knowing a night guard could be like you. They were surprised to hear how skittish you are.

"So they are more tender? docile? fraigle?" Bonnie asks, slightly confused never knowing a human could be so different, than the ones in the past. Freddy just nods his head in agreement.

"Wow... wasn't expecting that," Bonnie says. "Yeah... I thought that they would be more feisty or spirited like the other workers" Chica adds.

Even Freddy was surprised, at how you acted back in the office, he expected you to try to run or fight him... But no, you just stayed, too frightened to move.

As Foxy made his way toward your sleeping form, he started to ask Freddy, "Are they going to be okay?... Is something wrong with them?" his tone was genuine and curious. "No, there is nothing wrong with them. They are just more sensitive compared to the others," Freddy said, reassuring.

"But their skittish nature... that might be a problem," Foxy says. "It can be a problem, yes. That is why we need to be careful when around them," Freddy answers, as everyone takes notes on all this new information, starting to understand the gravity of this situation.

"Do you think they will at least run away when scared?" Foxy asks as Freddy remembers back in the office how you acted. "Back when I cornered them in the office, they didn't try to run away," his tone, still confused on the subject.

As the other animatronics looked flabergast, to hear that didn't run away. All puzzled by this new information, Bonnie finally said. "They... didn't run, like at all?" As Freddy nodded, saying. "No... They just stood there... Frozen," slightly baffled.

As the room fell silent, all were still perplexed by your actions and lack of reactions.

But abruptly turned their heads to you, as you started to stir in your sleep mumbling something incoherent. While they all looked at you concerned, seeing you toss and turn Bonnie spoke up slightly worried "Are they having a nightmare?"

It was like those words were a trigger to Chica's ears, as she walked out of the room. The others were in shock, by her randomness. Until she came back with what looked like a blanket and proceeded to cover you with it, quietly tucking you in.

Leaving the other animatronics dumbfounded. "Where did she get that blanket?" Bonnie whispers stunned. Watching her, as the blanket covered you, it was like you calmed down instantly, snuggling into the cover.

"I found it, back when we were first made... by the play area... some random kid must have left it... and I have been keeping it since, I tried to do my best to keep it in the best shape, but there is only so much I can do..." Chica explains.

"Why did she do that?" Bonnie whispers perplexed. Chica ignores him, as she tucks you in, happy to see you cuddle into the blanket content. Foxy, Bonnie, and Freddy silently watch still bewildered, but amazed at Chica's actions. Seeing you all calmed down.

"How did she know to do that?" Freddy whispers amused. Foxy shakes his head in agreement, "Yeah... How did she know how to do it?" Bonnie still asks. "Why did she do it, anyway?"

As Chica looked up from your sleeping form to her friends, she saw the perplexed and strange looks on their faces. "They looked like they were having a nightmare... and seemed cold..." She said plainly as if it was a normal response.

But since this was the first time, a human responded positively to their actions, they were astonished.

"So you just randomly decided to cover them with a blanket?" Bonnie asks confused.

Chica shakes her head thinking. "Not really... I remember that I used to have nightmares, and trouble sleeping... and that problem would be fixed by just setting a blanket over myself," she explains. The others listened intently to her words, taking mental notes.

"Plus Freddy did say that this one was different... the past workers were somewhat similar to one of you guys... smart like Freddy trying to escape... athletic like Foxy always trying to run... attitude like Bonnie always arguing... I thought maybe finally this one, might be like me..." she says slightly embarrassed.

As they all think back, it is true what Chica is saying... All of the past guards were different, but the same in some way. None of them got along with Chica... the other three are taken aback, by all of this new information. They are happy that Chica... might finally find someone to relate to, but also unsure, due to never handling someone like you.

As you start to turn in your sleep comfortably under the cover, it snaps all their focus to you. "You mentioned earlier that blankets used to calm you down... May I ask how?" Freddy asks, wanting to get the most information, before you wake up and they have to deal with you.

"Well... truthfully I would always need a blanket to help me sleep... it made me feel safe, like a barrier protecting me from everything... also it helped me feel like I wasn't alone on nights, and just fidgeting with it helps as a stress reliever... but I think the main reason was I had attachment issues..." Chica admits, looking down.

Foxy softly laughs at the last part, which causes Bonnie to elbow him, earning a cough from Foxy, as Freddy listens more. As questions were exchanged back and forth, there was a moment of silence, from thinking of other questions to debating whether it was okay to ask.

"When you had that attachment to blankets... Did you ever like being held...?" Bonnie asks soft and polite, genuinely curious.

Chica hearing Bonnie's words, perks up softly not wanting to wake you, but quickly goes over to your sleeping for on the seat cushion, and sits next to you slowly, as she holds your sleeping form, as you cuddle into her arms out of habit.

Chica smiles looking at you, overjoyed that she was right. The other 3 watch astonished by your actions. Growing excited seeing how different you are from the past night guards.

"They didn't wake up... and leaned into your touch..." Bonnie says tilting his head confused.

"That's not normal..." Foxy softly says shaking his head.

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