#IDGAF IF ITS STILL HOT AS BALLS

[bapydemonprincess]

If one more person in my vicinity insists August is a Summer month I will-🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪

[lollipopliccer]

𝔘𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔥𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔱m𝔞𝔰 𝔱𝔯𝔢𝔢 ❦

❦ warning lollipop chaos ahead proceed with caution...❦ soft dom nanami , set in a cabin , sex on the floor , praise , daddy kink , pet name usage , whiny reader , impact play . no matter your height or weight , nanami is taller and can bench you like a feather , idgaf .

word count ; 2.9k

black fem reader (still all can read)

lollipopliccer’s love note ❦ ... hiiii this is the first fic i'm writing, AAAAEEEE i'm so excited, & ofc my first fic is gonna be with nanami... this is me coping the best i can, cus when i tell you... its on site with gege akutami, ooooo. (ಡ᎔ಡ) anywayyy this fic is for me to live in my delusions, because in my mind nanami is alive & thriving and gege can suck it blehhhh. also my use of lowcase letters in some instances, (like when i type 'i', or when i make reference to nanami's nickname (kennie)) this is purposeful. in addition this is gonna b prt 1 cus this was long as hell (i wanted my debut to be perfect eeeee) okay byee and enjoyyy ❦

"No Kento the tree is all wrong, i want the tassels to sit that way and the bloody balls are wonky... no nanamiii, you can’t put all the pink balls next to each other" you whine at your man.

Nanami looks pointedly at you, so you check that tone, which he has reprimanded you on, more times than you can count, but you just love how nice it is to boss him around. Such a patient and caring man, he knew how tired his precious girl was from a full day of shopping for all the Christmas decorations (that naturally he paid for), and organising the Christmas celebration for the next week. so of course he made you sit down on the couch while he made you both hot cocoa and brought your fave choco chip cookies, and peppermint candy-cane treats. Even though you repeatedly protested, wanting everything to be perfect, he wasn't going to hear a word:

"Honey, you're going to sit on the couch. i will bring us both hot coca, then you're going to tell me exactly how you want this cabin decorated."

"-But"

"Do you understand y/n?"

"Hmph yes Nanami"

"Thank you my sweet girl"

"Oh go away" you beam smiling.

You were stubborn by nature, but Nanami always knew how to take care of you and how to get you to relax for him, pliant to his demands. It was easy to let Nanami take control of the decorations while you sat so pretty for him and demanded, and whined, about the hanging of the stockings being too crooked, or how the phat tree that reached the ceiling of the living room, wasn't giving the right vibes in his elegant holiday cabin, that he asked you to celebrate Christmas with him in. Nanami was perfectly content to fix it all to your desires.

"Baby i think you've rested enough, would you like to help me decorate the tree?"

"AAAAA YES!" you squeal, as you jump up to go and help decorate the tree with your lover. But you can't help but notice how the tree seems to tower over you, as it seems that Nanami’s sheer height has created the illusion of it being normal-sized. You almost swoon.

"EEEEE that's perfect Kento, okay you have to make sure the pink star is placed at the very centre, or else i will legitimately die"

"Tch" Nanami rolls his eyes, but you still catch his smile peeking through, completely enamoured by you.

The cabin was breathtaking, even better than you could've imagined, with Nanami taking the time to ensure everything was as you wanted. Oh, how he made your heart swell.

"Do you like it, baby?" Kento asks you with genuine uncertainty as if you're not literally at a loss for words. He pulls you into a hug, holding you as you rest your head on his chest feeling completely content.

"kennie..." you whisper, "you make me so fucking happy." You can feel him bring your bodies so close together, your proximity to him makes you grow restless- nuzzling your head into his neck. You're welcomed with a wave of his cologne, filling the air with its sensual, rich woody scent. Oh, how he intoxicates you.

"i'm glad to hear that my love." he replies, while you take the time to appreciate him by kissing down his neck, trying your best to mark him just a little bit. Even though Nanami tried to avoid visible hickey marks around his neck, he can’t help but respond with a hiss, sucking in his breath in anticipation of you. He can't blame you, he would never blame his princess, not when you just get so desperate for him; Making it so hard for him to keep his composure.

"Baby, i should feed you first, hmm? You haven't eaten all day and i know you're exhausted from shopping."

You hold Nanami tighter, almost clambering up him like a tree, getting needier and needier for him as he carries you with ease, whilst kissing his neck earning a little moan from your man "mmmno kennie i want you to play with me, hold me please" as you brushed your chest against his.

Holding and caressing your face, how could he deny you, "Sweetheart..." he utters with both your faces so close to each other. The peppermint engulfs him, making his mind run frenzied with filthy, tempting thoughts of all that he could do to you.

"Please daddy," you whine as you run your pretty acrylic nails (that he paid for ofc) through his golden, luscious hair "i promise i'm okay, kennie i swear, i just need you". Even though Nanami is usually the first to say what you need, you know just as well what makes him weak for you.

Kento already losing his resolve, completely melts you into a kiss. It starts off slow, and sensual, but it is intense- oh how it turns you to goo, butterflies fluttering all around.

The kiss grows in intensity as you both grow needy, feeling him through your matching shorts. You try frustratingly to rut against his dick which makes you gasp and whine, but Kento's having none of that whining, biting your lip in retaliation. His princess is going to be good and patient for him, just as he likes.

"I've got you baby, hold on to me okay", he brings you both down onto the carpet, next to the fireplace, right under the Christmas tree. At this angle, you're able to feel him consume you, and how his hard cock rubs your swollen, aching clit over your shorts, you can practically feel his tip already leaking with precum. It's so hard to control yourself when you're with him, he takes such good care of you, and it simply makes you want him inside of you constantly.

"Pleasee" you whine as Nanami grinds against you and kisses you like he's starving, you can hardly breathe. Trying to keep up, you can't help but grab and pull his hair, his top, his pj bottoms, fucking anything-

You whine, trying to get him as close to you as possible, but it's never close enough,

"Patience princess", he begins kissing down your neck, and this makes you melt, surrendering to his control. "That's it baby, mmm i've got you, just gotta be patient for me. Daddy' s going to take care of you, promise." Nanami soothes, though his words do anything but calm you, you moan demanding more.

All control leaves you, feeling a sudden heat as you whine and pant, craving more. Nanami, usually so put together, is losing his composure to the point his throbbing dick aches just at the thought of his tip feeling your warm, sloppy pussy. But he never rushes, no he is thorough, and meticulous in all that he does for you, he will work you till you're fucking broken. A fucking mess.

"What did i just tell you, mmm baby?, i want you to be patient for me, my pretty girl thinks she can be good for me?” *bite*

"Ahhh, yes daddy" you moan, wincing from the mild pain of Nanami's bite on your neck, tethering him to you.

You know how good he rewards you when he has his way with you, how he makes you fucking drool all over him, oh you want it so bad.

"That's my girl, pull your shorts down." As he does the same with you, you watch his body and how he's decorated with your hickeys, his beautifully built body, towering over you. And as he takes down his matching pj bottoms you can see the print of his throbbing bulge, leaving a wet spot from where his impatient tip is begging to be wrapped in your tight, warm pussy.

He knows his demand makes you think he's going to fuck you stupid on his cock, that is always a struggle to take, but he knows what's best, he knows he's going to work you rigorously, till you go dumb for him, his pathetic little slut- he'll scoop you right up and feed you full...

Nanami will have you at his pace. Will work you at his pace. That's when he cradles your head into such a deep kiss, stroking your tongue with his, having your saliva mix together - so messy. So dirty. He watches as a string of spit appears between the two of you as you pull apart; he can't help but push his two fingers past your soft lips.

"Suck."

Without hesitation, you take his fingers into your mouth, coating them with your saliva. You just want to show him how you'll take anything for him, how perfect you are for him, how happy he makes you.

"That's it baby" he praises as you start moaning on his fingers like a starved slut, while he squeezes and lightly strokes your thighs with his other hand. You start moving your hips trying to get him to touch you where you need, oh where you need him so badly, it fucking aches, "daddy, it aches please, please touch me", you mumbled. You look up at him, to watch how his eyes are hung low, yet so intense, and his soft lips, glistening with your last kiss, have you hypnotised. Completely enchanted by you, he won’t make you wait much longer, he never wants to make his baby suffer.

Nanami brought his fingers out of your mouth, while he gripped your plump thighs and he couldn't help but take a bite. Licking and marking you so close to where you needed him. He knew you couldn't take it, he knew how he drove you fucking crazy. It was punishment, punishment for making him so easily swayed as his lady, his soon-to-be wife. The way you mewled and whined made his fingers itch to stuff your pretty little mouth again, his fixation on them was maddening. But he's made you wait long enough, he won't toy with you, not when he has to touch you, feel you, or he might burst.

"So fucking greedy" he chastises, whilst gently bringing his wet fingers down to spread your soaked lips apart so that his middle finger lightly brushes against your clit. You gasp at his touch, igniting your whole body, while Nanami watches intently, taking you in completely; "m'not" you whine,

he leans over you while his fingers take the wetness, only slightly dipping inside, to tease your needy little hole for him to toy with your throbbing clit.

"No baby?" Both of you face-to-face, he circles around your sensitive clit - you gasp and moan, for Nananmi to be right there ready to have you, holding his mouth so close to yours while you struggle just to take his fingers on that tender clit. You move your hands into his hair once again feeling so soft beneath your fingers, making him tingle while he feels your pretty nails tug.

"No kennie, i only wanna please you". Nanami responds to you by sliding his fingers into your soaked pussy, having your wetness give off a little squelch in his motions. This forced a whimper out of you, so soft, so fucking whiny "that's right baby, you're my sweet. girl. aren't you? So. good. for me. isn't that right?" Punctuating each beat of his words with the stroke of his perfectly fitted, long digits that always reach where you need them most, places where you could never get, places that get you so needy and impatient for more, that you begin clutching his shoulders, digging those pretty nails down his back, just how he needs.

"Nghhahh ken-, fuck daddy aah"

"Answer me." he reprimands, smacking your sore, marked-up thigh, once again making you remember how he's trained you, his perfect princess.

"m'sorry, daddy" you're panting - trying so hard to stay focused, trying not to lose it so quickly, so pathetically, just from a few pumps of his fingers in your sloppy pussy, his pretty pussy. "Yes daddy, i'm only good for you, only you kennie" you mewl.

Nanami, gives into you completely, enveloping you in a passionate kiss, bringing your tongues together, stroking against each other. He mirrors the curve and dips of his tongue with his fingers, bringing his thumb to your clit disciplining you like his perfect slut, while he plays with your little bundle of nerves, just how he wants. While he curves his fingers to find the spot, oh that spot that makes you lose your fucking mind, that you can no longer kiss him how you want, so hard for you to keep up. You've given in to him, so pliant for him to play with. You sob, gripping and clutching even harder onto his back, making him hiss and moan in pain. You can both feel his bulge grow impossibly hard, oozing precum on your plush thighs that begin to shake.

"Sshhh baby, i've got you, daddy's got you mmm,"

"nngh ahh kennie i can't, please... ohhh ffuck" you sob rolling your head back and arching your back so pretty for him

"i know baby, i know, but you're gonna take it for me, won't you?" Nanami brings his other hand to pull and hold you down so you're laid out for him, putting some pressure on your pelvis so you feel what he's doing with you more intensely.

Your pants, your moans, whines, Nanami soaks them all up, going straight to his throbbing cock, aching in pain. Wanting nothing more than to stuff you so fucking full, and coat you all over, with his cum, make his cum fucking leak out of you. So you're a drooling mess on his dick.

Alas, he is a patient man.

"Please, i can-nghh can't" you whimper, trying to hold his hand, to get him to slow down, even just a little, just to take it a little easy on your aching pussy.

"Move your hand." he says it so sternly it makes you almost fucking orgasm squeezing your knees together and mewling like a fucking slut. Nanami immediately slaps you (softly whilst still stern), the sting making your eyes prick with tears immediately making you regret your actions,

"Daddy m'sorry" you sob, all while he doesn't let up from fucking your sore little pussy with his fingers. Make you take them without complaint because that's how good girls behave. He separates and holds your thighs apart warning you,

"If you try that shit again honey, i will hurt you, do you understand?"

"Yes sir" you whimper, averting your eyes from him and biting your lip to still try and muffle your moans

"Look at me y/n... there's my sweet girl" as he removes his hand holding your thighs to stroke your face, bringing his thumb to your mouth-

“-Suck baby", and of course, his thumb is in your mouth without a second thought. you suck and moan on his thumb so pretty, while his other hand toys with you. Unrelenting, firm and yet still soft, Nanami holds and fucks you like the most delicate slut, his only slut.

"Daddy- fuckkkmngh ahh" Nanami can feel your pretty pussy clench around his fingers, gripping him in so perfectly so that he finds that little spongey spot, that only he gets. At this point, you're already a blubbering mess, but once he starts to stroke up on your g-spot- so deep. so firm. you feel as though you're going to fucking combust. You grip his arm so firm you almost try and wiggle away, Nanami has gotten you so sensitive it's almost hard to take

"i know baby, fuck, i know..." he softly whispers in your ear, as your eyes roll to the back of your head, your mouth falling agape whilst his thumb is still on your lips, causing some drool to pool down your cheek. You look so beautifully fucked. Nanami is holding on by a thread to not flip you over and genuinely fuck your brains out, he wants to make you come over and over, one after the other, but he will never rush, he is a thorough man.

"... you'll take it for me though, i know you can baby" he softly groans, whilst rutting his pulsing dick on your thighs slightly, his tip so pretty turning red whilst it gently hits the flush of your thighs, angry and throbbing.

"Oh my god aaa fu-kennie! daddy aa-" Your legs start twitching, white borders building as you start tearing up from pleasure. You quickly bring your arms around Kento holding on to him, begging him not to stop, he couldn't possibly do such a thing, he wants you fucking cum drunk.

"I've got you baby, let go, come for me mmm," he says after kissing your forehead so softly, while your hips buck and your body twitches, you're barely coherent, blubbering and begging to cum.

"There's my good girl, you're going to cum on my fingers" keeping his fingers firm and steady, curving into your tight little fucking pussy, while circling your puffy clit so perfectly. You clutch and keen onto Nanami, leaving marks all over him that sting so badly. You look so wildly desperate to simply fuck yourself till all your thoughts are on him alone. But it's when Nanami begins biting and marking you down your neck- exacerbating your pleasure, making you tingle all over as your nipples perk up. Your head falls back to expose yourself to him, moaning and whining to his surrender "Daddy-" you whine "I'm gon- gonna cum" as you finally cum undone, spiralling- you sob wantonly, cumming with a loud whimpering cry.

Having all your pleasure gush onto Nanami, as he fucks your mess back into you slowly which makes you hiss from overstimulation.

"Sshh baby, you made a mess all over daddy, can't have it all go to waste mmm? i have to fuck it all back inside, gotta take care of you mm" he whispers down into a kiss holding you in place while you whimper... so fucking sensitive…❦

[here222lurk]

Toji Fushiguro Vs. The Plushies

Will Toji win the IDGAF war? 

Part 2

Warnings: 18+ only, fem!reader, fingering, tit worship, sex, breeding, and this is my first fic in a hot second (8 years)

3 months have passed since you put a label on your relationship. It's been 3 months since Toji started introducing you as his girlfriend, but you still feel giddy every time. You spend your weekends together sometimes in his apartment, but most times outside trying to see the city in a new lens that only you two share. It feels like the right thing to do after having endured the work week. 

But today, you decided to cook for him in your apartment. You saw this pasta recipe on TikTok that you think he’d like so you decided to make it for him today. 

The night before, he made sure to ask if you had all the ingredients you needed on hand, knowing damn well a minor inconvenience can send you spiraling. He made sure to pass by the weekend market to get fresh pasta and tomatoes on the way to your place.

Toji was eager to help and even volunteered to be your sous chef. You weren’t too excited about this. You never really liked when other people were in your way in the kitchen, but to your surprise, he was actually not bad in the kitchen. He knows how to hold a knife and clean as he goes. 

It was nice seeing him harvesting herbs by your kitchen window while you prepare the garlic bread. He’s focused and looking so pensive hunched over a pot of basil, the warm sun shining over his face. He just looked so… beautiful wearing the same skin tight black shirt that hugs his chest in a way that’ll never fail to make your heart beat harder than usual.

“Hey y/n eyes up here,” walking towards you.

You snapped out of the trance he put you in and blushed, “I’m sorry! It’s hard to concentrate when there’s a giant whore hunkered over my herb garden.”

You both laughed at how absurd your brain fart reply was. 

“What?! I’m not…” he paused, “Well maybe for you I am,” he replied while flashing the cheekiest smile you’ve ever seen.  

“Yeah? Prove it.”

“Oh I will,” you feel him hugging you from behind with his hard dick pressed against you.

“After lunch maybe? I’m starving….”

“Yes, chef!” he says sardonically. 

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“That was really good. Thank you,” Toji says while he trails to the kitchen holding used plates and utensils. 

“Don’t start bullshitting me” You stay seated at the dining table but your gaze follows him.

“I’m not! Oh how can I ever repay you, my culinary princess?”

“Simple. 25 bucks for the pasta plus 5 for the bread.”

“That’s too much for me, you brat… Will this do?” his voice gets more audible as he walks back to you.

You feel him guiding your shoulders to make you face him. Toji towers over you on your left side. The impression of his hard dick clearly visible underneath his pants. 

You feel your cheeks getting hotter, but try to play it cool looking displeased “Maaaybe…”

“Then let’s find out,” Toji holds your hand as you head towards your bed. 

Your room is a bit messy with your office clothes still on your mattress from all those nights you came home from work feeling too tired to grab a clean shirt to sleep in. You push them off the bed, careful not to send your plushies plummeting to their death along with your clothes. You managed to save them all except for a fluffy pink cow plushie.

The crystal ball you hanged on your window catches the bright afternoon sun and illuminates specks of color around your room. You sit on your bed watching the specks move slowly on Toji as he undresses. You’re unsure if you’ve seen a view prettier than this. He takes his shirt off first, revealing the familiar scars on his body. His pants follow, falling to the floor.

“What’s the matter? Hmm?” he whispers onto your neck. Feeling his warm breath sends a shiver down your spine. He kisses you softly behind your ear, his hand making its way inside your underwear. 

His fingers feel cold against your clit. You push your thighs together as a reflex. 

“If you’re not gonna talk to me can you at least keep this warm for me?” you feel his finger sliding further into your folds. You stifle a moan trying to come up with a reply to humble his smug ass but you lose to his gentle touch and his quickening pace. His movement is encouraged by your wetness. Two fingers begin to slide inside, stretching your entrance. He rests his fingers in the spot you like best and glides over it repeatedly. You feel yourself tightening around his fingers

Tojiiii

You like that, brat?

Mmmmh

He pulls you in for a kiss and you reach for his dick. Starting your grip from his base to his tip. You feel him already wet with pre-cum and it makes you smile.

“Already?” you tease.

He begins to undo your buttons and take off your bra. Exposing your chest he palms your hard nipples. “Already?” he teases back. He looks so smug the scar on his lip inches upward.

“Asshole,” you mutter.

“I’ve been wanting to do this since I saw you in that apron” Toji is a boob guy degenerate who heads straight to lick around your nipples. You feel your nub get harder as he wraps his mouth around your left nipple to suck on it. He sucks harder and harder and the volume of your moans follow suit. 

His idle hand alternates between rubbing your right nipple and pawing on your boob. He groans as he buries his face into your flesh. You can feel his dick grinding on your bare thigh unsure when you took your bottoms off.

The two of you close the distance between each other. You make out like it’s your last and he opens your legs up for him to hold your knees in place. He moans while putting the tip of his penis in and stays there, waiting for you to settle. You grow impatient and scoot your hips to push him further inside. He meets your pace and pretty soon the room is filled with the sound of you and Toji.

His crotch lands on your clit with every grind, making you wetter than you already are. You're too occupied with pleasure that the only coherent thing you could say is “Please.”

You feel his square jaw touch your neck as he starts moaning in your ear. “You look so fucking hot when youre begging for my dick, my princess” he whispers in your ear. And you’re done for. You feel yourself cumming around his hard dick. Your pussy twitching, trying to milk his dick for everything he has. “‘M cumminggg,” as your nails dig into his shoulders. You let yourself loose grinding against him.

Your legs feel like mush but your core keeps its tight grip around him. Toji pumps into you at a faster, frenzied pace. He looks so desperate for relief it’s adorable. He stares at you wondering how you’re the same person who used to find him so insufferable before. Your usually uptight face is replaced with a lewd look that tears him up inside. You find yourself close to cumming again. But before you could share this with Toji, you hear him say “Be my cumslut, baby.” You feel him shooting warm squirts of his thick cum inside you as you pulsate around him. It feels unreal cumming at the same time. It makes you wish you weren’t wearing an implant so he can ruin your life plans and give Megumi a sibling. 

He gets his weight off of you and you start to notice the sun beaming across your bedroom, giving the space an orange tone. You didn’t realize how late in the afternoon it already is.

Your head rests on Toji’s chest as he wraps his arm around you. You watch him breathe heavily as he comes down from rearranging your guts. It’s getting a bit toasty in your pile of limbs, but it feels nice in the February chill. You stay like this, just quiet for a minute before you feel your eyelids get heavier and heavier. The last thing you remember is him kissing your forehead whispering “I love you, y/n” so quietly that you’re not sure if what you heard was a dream or not. You drift off to sleep.

You wake up suddenly feeling like you were falling from a cliff for a second, but you were caught by Toji’s big arms reminding you that you’re safe and he’s here. You wrap your arm around him, pulling him closer. His hand is placed on your back tracing soft random lines that comfort you for whatever reason. 

“Babe? Can I ask you something?” Toji asks you in a low voice. 

“Yeah sure. Always.” You prop yourself up to face him instinctively tilting your head ever so slightly to the side.

He cups your cheek and looks you in the eyes. “How many of these bed hogging plushies are from your dumbass ex?”

You laugh but this question took you aback a bit since you haven’t really decluttered recently. It’s not like the old stuff you received from past relationships still means anything. They just kind of faded in the background and you never really gave them a second thought.

You point to 4 out of 7 plushies on your bed and count simultaneously. “So, four. Oh and that cow on the floor.” Answering made you feel a little embarrassed not realizing how much of the plushies you own came from previous partners. You and Toji only started dating officially only a few months ago. Making him feel uncomfortable is not in the list of things you want to do. 

He follows your index finger and studies the plushies. “Are you into the super soft ones or fluffy ones?” he asks.

“Hm… I have no preference, really… Just anything that you think I’ll like is great.” 

So the next time you meet Toji in the train station, he’ll be picking you up from work and you’ll see a soft green unit big enough to be your pillow. It’s a lot to hold but it looks small when Toji carries it by his side.

“No way. Is this for me?” 

“It’s for my side chick actually.”

You give him a side eye. One pout and he back tracks in record time. 

“It’s for my favorite brat, obviously.” he hands the frog plushie to you and gives you a tender kiss. 

You bury your face in the soft plush and it instantly reminds you of the stuffed toy that never left your side when you were a kid. It smells just like Toji.

“Oh he’s so grumpy,” you can’t help but let out a high pitched adoration for the frog.

His brows furrow upwards, “You don’t like it?”

“He’s perfect. He looks just like you,” you reply, tears forming in your eyes. “I’ll never sleep without Jiji again,” you named the frog. 

“Oh you better.” he smirks.

The frog plushie in question

Part 2 soon????

[dee-in-the-box]

alrighty, here we go:

so, our lil dude's name is Lainey [REDACTED] (< last name has been expunged from most company records due to "This Fucker Was Murdered At Fredbear's, It’s Not Supposed To Be Here, And We'd Like For People Not To Ask Questions About This" reasons)

despite being closer to around Jack's age and (presumably) alive and human, she still appears to be in her early twenties.

gender? "idgaf (< genderqueer)"

pronouns? "anything works, tbh. including it/its"

Sexuality? "idk and idc. probably a Bit ace, though"

and now, of course, onto this lil guy's backstory and other fun facts:

- Lainey worked at Fredbear's a couple of months after Jack...y'know. he was around a year younger than Jack, being twenty-one at the time. they'd generally come in high (Weed), drunk, or both.

- found Henry’s tapes, listened to one of them, went "well That’s fuckin' weird," and then just went on with its day. it wasn't That big of a deal, right?

- apparently, Henry didn’t think so!

considering his plan after that was to dismember Lainey! alive!

- why? well, he wants to make sure that no one ever found out what was on those tapes. it didn't matter that Lainey paid them no mind, they had found something they weren't supposed to see, and Henry wants to make sure they stay quiet.

- as a ghost, Lainey wandered around to find some way to replace her former body. eventually, he found a puppet maker, and managed to, as a ghost, get the guy to effectively craft him a new body. it looks like a cross between a marionette and a ball-jointed doll, but it was as good as he could get. he even got a mouth! they decorated the body to match their old one, and then covered up some of their more...doll-like traits.

- and now we're here!

now, some fun facts!

- Lainey, due to his body being a doll's, basically, has no real organs. despite this, they can still get high and drunk. she just can't smoke (no lungs/can't breathe), so her best alternative is to eat edibles or weed brownies.

- they can get tired and feel pain, but not feel hungry or thirsty. they still eat and drink, though. he just has to clean himself out when the food starts to rot inside of him.

- Dave attempted to drown her once, and got increasingly more concerned as ten minutes went by and she was still flailing around and Clearly not drowning.

- despite its apparent nonchalance about its death, Lainey is very traumatized by what happened. keep in mind, from her perspective, her boss brutally murdered her. by dismembering him. with an axe. while he was still alive. for basically no reason.

- "you have horrible taste in men." "no i don't?? wdym??" "both of them are zombies. one of them is orange. the other is purple, a cryptid, and a murderer." "yeah...but they're kinda hot, though. except for the child murder bit. could do without that, tbh." "Lainey-"

that's about it for now. Lainey is an Interesting lil fellow-

happy valentine's day, y'all!

so uh.

if i were to say that i may or may not have made a self-insert for the dsaf universe, as well as how they're Completely Normal about Jack and Dave,

would you like to hear about them?

[starsoirees]

rad yearbook pt2.... dateables and luke ver (raph, mephi and thirteen might be ooc.. but theres not enough content of them so i shall shove some down your throats /lovingly) also sorry for the dia favoritism he's my baby mwah

simeon, luke, raphael, solomon, and thirteen under the cut <3

i can see diavolo kind of disliking picture day, in a way. he has to shove away sunshiny, golden retriever ‘dia’ and become calm, collected, firm ‘lord diavolo, prince of the devildom’. he hates it :(( he’s constantly uptight and he can’t seem to relax. he probably isn’t smiling in his photo although he should be.. because he’s gotta keep his noble attitude and such. i feel like he has a whole spread dedicated to him in the yearbook. all those candid shots of him hosting balls (hehe) and at student council meetings (mephi had the time of his LIFE sitting in on that meeting. he was constantly snickering and taking photos at random times to catch people off guard. lucifer was pissed but couldn’t do anything bc he was “on official newspaper club business” in reality he just needed references for princess dia and prince lucifer stickers) dia will laugh heartily when he sees the look of displeasure on your face when you see his picture. he thinks its funny that you think his face looks so stiff and weird. no one’s ever said that to him before. he’ll fucking BEAM at you if you say he looks so much cuter when he smiles and that you would rather have a happy smiling prince than a dull one. ur so cute he loves you sm.

barbatos probably spends more time worrying about diavolo than himself. he’s got to press dia’s uniform, shine his shoes, help him shave, pluck his eyebrows, literally full spa treatment. barb still looks clean crisp and professional in his photo though. idk i don’t feel like there’s much to say about him and the yearbook. it’s just another day of the week for him. he probably does quality control on the yearbooks before they come out?? idk how to explain this but i feel like he’s the most reliable person to do it, lucifer is too busy, and the other brothers would seize the chance to do something malicious or just not care enough to be thorough about it. he supervises and reads the little blurbs in the yearbook and makes sure mephistopheles hasn’t done anything. is wearing his gloves in every picture. if you ask him why he’ll probably just say that it’s become a habit at this point (his butlerness is bleeding into his soul). if you say you like his hands gloveless he’ll chuckle and offer a sly “is that so...” while making a mental note of it in his head. 

mephistopheles and the yearbook... where to start... ive talked about him so much already i think we all know that that yearbook season is a field day for this man. he cooks up sinister mischievous plots all year in preparation.. i swear he has a notebook where he writes new ideas he comes up with to sabotage prank the yearbook and all the students!!! now, listen idk much ab this man, but from the bare minimum ive seen, i think he holds a slight grudge against lucifer.. (ex-friend of dia?? LMAO LUCIFER TOOK HIS SPOT..) anyways i think mephi is a spiteful bitch and that's why he does all of his shit to ruin lucifers rep??? IDK IVE LITERALLY JUST WATCHED HIS INTRO VID BUT IT MAKES SENSE RIGHT? anyways he always kind of resents the yearbook a lil bit bc if that maybe.. he def interviews you for the yearbook and asks u a ton of personal questions ab the brothers and dia hoping to get dirt on everyone, but ur answers are so cute and genuine and it shows that u care a lot ab all of them he just finds himself thinking ur rlly pretty and he wants u to talk about him like that he was supposed to hate u what the hell happened anyways u have a cute little interview in the yearbook now he couldnt bring himself to ruin it (HAHAHAHS WHAT A SIMP)

simeon finds the yearbook extremely interesting. he doesn't care so much about his own picture, but he LOVES looking at everyone else's. it gives him good ideas for new characters!! u and him would literally sit and make up dramatic backstories and personalities for different demons based on their pics HAHS itd turn into a whole storyline and simeon is literally making mental notes. in his yearbook photo, he just has his usual serene smile. he doesn't do anything special, although i think luke would wanna help him comb his hair or fix his slutty outfit :} (ok but fr why are the demons so covered up and raph and sim are literally walking around in exposing outfits like hello raph has his tits all the way out and asmo has a scarf, jacket AND a shirt underneath???) i feel like simeon would also send a picture of his yearbook pic to micheal and tell him about the whole process idk i feel it in my bones. if you tell him about yearbook signing he will ask everyone for their notes and signatures to commemorate his time in the devildom (he'll read your little note over and over when ur away... he cant help it ur so cute and he misses u sm)

i think luke is really nervous about the yearbook but the moment u ask him about it he's like "im not nervous quit treating me like a child!! >:((" simeon silently nods in your direction to confirm that yes luke is very nervous. he just wants to make a good impression!! its his first yearbook, he's gotta let everyone know that he's a capable, mature angel, worthy of micheal's praise! (he just wants micheal to be proud of him shh dont tell him i said that). when hes getting ready to have his picture taken, he takes extra care to fix his jaunty little hat, smooth his coat, brush his hair, etc. i think he tries to do a serious smile but he just comes out looking so cute that when u see his pic u unconsciously let out an 'awwww' and he pouts and tells u he is NOT cute and he is NOT a chihuahua that joke is DEAD. *pointedly glares at mammon* anyways his yearbook pic is really cute just dont tell him that hehe u and simeon can gush ab it later

raphael doesn't give two shits ab the yearbook i think. and he absolutely doesn't understand when u ask if theyre actually letting him wear his outfit hes just like "....yes? why would they not?" and still doesnt understand when you tell him that its kinda inappropriate but u still think its rlly hot. well. u can't see all of his abs in the pic but u can see most of em so ur sufficiently fed. (AHAHA IM SORRY) ahem. anyways they dont allow him to bring his spear or take a picture with him which kinda pisses him off a little bit. he also doesn't really care a lot about the yearbook itself either but if u sign it and then smile at him and tell him you'll miss him lots his cheeks will freaking flush sm but he'll be like "i will miss u as well. mc. thank you." whilst inside hes screaming omg. def looks at ur yearbook pic w a lil smile on his face and then micheal is like "ohoho? what r u looking at?" and raph is like "/////-///// nothing." micheal knows what hes looking at he just wants to tease him LMAO

solomon is kinda excited!! i think its one of the human things he's never really gotten to do so he's kinda pumped ab it :)) i think he just has a cute little smile on his face the whole day this is a new experience for him <33 he asks u all about yearbooks and picture day in preparation. he feels more connected to his humanity!!! i think after meeting u he just kinda realized that he missed being an average human, so he's been romanticizing every second of ur time together AWWWW altho sometimes hes a little mf shit >:[ will request to meet up w u in the human world to go through ur old yearbooks togther!! he thinks little u is so cute!! (and has a ball reading the senior quotes ehehe) all in all i think he really likes the yearbook :} esp because it has u in it <33

thirteen my wife is erm not thrilled ab picture day haha... she thinks its fucking dumb and she doesn't wanna at all. i think she even complains to dia about it n he tells her its her duty as a student at RAD and she just scowls and mutters profanities the rest of the day. i think if u mention to her how u are looking forward to seeing her picture and being able to look at it up in the human world she'll be like "FINE i'll do picture day i guess... itll be less of a drag if ur there" all while blushing a lil and looking the other way hehehe. DEFINITELY HAS A MENACING SMILE IN THE PIC. like the other beings are just :) and shes like >>>>:} literally what a freak lmao... also doesnt wear her freaking uniform and it pisses lucifer off a little bit but he doesn't wanna deal with her shes such a pain HAHA. when yearbooks are given out she probaby tosses it somewhere and then promptly forgets about it. she will 100% tease solo ab his picture though hehe

bonus: all of the exchange students have to take a pic together and it slowly turns in to a fight over who gets to stand next to u... thirteen and raph are close to having an all out brawl, solo and sim are glaring at each other, and luke is clinging onto ur leg with a pout. the poor photographer... eventually its kinda resolved when dia is like "oh ill just stand by mc! hahah!" he knows exactly what hes doing. no one can say no because hes literally the prince but they glower the rest of the day because dia has his arm around u and is basically blocking the rest of them HAHA. literally the same thing happens when the HOL/student council have to take a pic together oml

hiii babies!! some characters may be a lil ooc but idgaf <3 have a good day mwah

[erros429]

headcanons for team rwby?

SO GLAD YOU ASKED ANON!!

lets start with ruby:

she/they ace lesbian

despite always being kicked out of the kitchen for overcooking everything because her mind can’t conceptualize how the fuck a frying pan works, she’s an EXCELLENT baker. give her an oven and she’ll win the great british baking show EASY

we all know most of her interests stem from her admiration of qrow, but the way she can make a plan off the top of her head is exactly the same as summer (because i say so). and her determination to flip a bad situation onto its head definitely comes from being tai’s daughter

ruby is definitely not stupid or naive, but it’s her lack of effort in the boring subjects in school that bring her grades down. pls try to point someone out to me who can make a scythe gun at 15 and tell me they’re an idiot

actually isn’t very good at action video games. she prefers the puzzle-y type ones, but since she’s grown up playing with yang, she kinda had to.

a master at manipulation. if she REALLLLY wants something, she throws on the doe-eyed look and pouts until her victim cracks. 99% success rate, probably going to be how they defeat salem

wants to be the uncle qrow type of aunt to yang and blake’s kids, but you know… without the alcoholism

weiss:

she/they demisexual lesbian

weiss’s gay awakening was pyrrha 100% — she is a little concerned about her thing for redheads (pyrrha, ruby, penny, probably nora)

allergic to peanuts. learned this the hard way when she was trying one of ruby’s peanut butter sandwiches (weiss very begrudgingly tried it, she was worried she’d get crumbs all over herself)

once found out she and jaune liked one of the same shows and then she immediately began to dislike it. even tried to have the show canceled just to spite him. later on when she’s finally started thinking of him as a respected friend, they have some fun discussions about it

always smells ridiculously good without even trying. seriously, she could go a month without showering and she’d still smell like the finest perfume bottle in existence

weiss adopted a lot of the same mannerisms as klein, like placing her hands behind her back, giving people food from the cafeteria after-hours, and speaking uncharacteristically softly when she sees someone hurt

despite wanting to use her abilities as a huntress to better the schnee name, she’s still extremely business-minded, and it sometimes shows in her daily interactions with people.

blake:

nonbinary bisexual

ilia was blake’s first kiss (stole this hc from @/technicallyblakebelladonna from a comment on one of my old posts, sorry!! i loved it way too much) childhood catmeleon my beloved

lactose intolerant, but consumes dairy anyway because if she can be an ex-white fang member and say “fuck society’s system” then she can say “fuck my digestive system” too

gossips with ren. all the time. they are actually besties. they both love observing people and they’re ridiculously good secret-keepers, so they just dish out all the drama to each other and trust that neither one of them will tell anyone else

hates the enemies to lovers trope. much prefers best friends to lovers

wraps herself into a blanket burrito when she sleeps, unless it’s really hot — then she curls up into a ball, hugging her knees into her chest

very very picky eater, maybe even worse than weiss. she doesn’t have a particularly refined pallet, but she’ll take an hour eating her meals just because she’s trying to individually remove pieces from her food that she doesn’t like

yang:

she/her trans lesbian

used to curse a LOT but when she realizes ruby’s been saying fuck at the ripe old age of 12, she kicks the habit.

the best cook. idgaf what crwby says. she is a homebody. she also loves gardening!

when yang came out as trans, she wanted to have a gender reveal party because she thought it’d be funny.

doesn’t believe in expiration dates until she learns the hard way. she’ll never forget the time she spent an entire week just throwing up.

her sneezes are explosively loud. honestly, everyone around her is convinced that she’ll spout fucking fire from her nose or cause a mini-earthquake one day

learned guitar from tai, but hasn’t done it in over five years. when she lost her arm, she’d stare mournfully at it as it collected dust in the corner of her room, and she tried to pick it back up for a bit after she got her prosthetic

team dynamics:

in beacon, ruby and blake formed a secret little book club after bonding about it one night because they know weiss will just throw really informative nonfiction books at them and yang won’t be interested in the first place.

the only one out of the team that actually drinks is blake. yang and ruby have had bad experiences with qrow’s alcoholism and weiss with her mom’s.

during the beacon days, yang forced weiss to play fuck-marry-kill their teachers (but it’s kiss-marry-kill bc weiss insisted she wouldn’t play if fucking was part of the equation). weiss reluctantly said she’d marry ozpin and yang has never let it go.

in atlas, ruby forces them all to make a pillow fort to parallel their time at beacon. but really it’s an excuse to use yang’s ridiculous body heat to get through the night.

none of the teammates comment on blake’s shower singing because they’re scared she’ll stop if they do

weiss and blake both have ridiculously long skincare routines before bed. yang and ruby secretly keep score of who takes longer every night

similarly, weiss and yang both take ridiculously long in the shower (weiss because she’s scared of having so much as a speck of dirt on herself, and yang because shampooing her hair takes forever and a day). blake and ruby secretly keep score of who takes longer every morning

weiss and ruby bond over NEEDING to pop all the bubbles on bubble-wrap

to get revenge on yang drawing mustaches on them while they’re sleeping, the rest of the team bands together to completely vandalize her face one night. ever since, she’s never been the first to sleep

the team becomes so accustomed to each other, they can all tell their footsteps apart. ruby’s feet slide a bit against the floor, weiss’s basically dance, blake’s are nearly soundless, and yang’s are heavy-footed and make the floor creak

when blake and yang start dating, they’re so fucking insufferable, weiss is certain she’ll have a stroke. at one point, she thinks she’s finally gotten used to them constantly touching each other or looking at each other for prolonged periods of time, but then she’ll catch them making out on her bed, and she decides to just throw the entire mattress away.

weiss is touch-starved (nobody’s surprised) but ruby gives her the best tackle-hugs to make up for the years lost

[bormst]

future nostalgia - dua lipa

album review 

In the summer of 2017, one of my first jobs ever involved filling sample bottles of oil which purpose was to be poured onto pet food in order to give them ~silky smooth~ and healthier fur. I sat for hours on end in my hot ass garage filling 8oz bottles from big ass, blue oil drums to be shipped out to pet care companies that would give them out as essentially free samples. it wasn't horrible BUT it was god fucking awful. During those hours of manual labor, I took it upon myself to past the time by listening to music, as one does. that summer, i got VERY familiar with (for example) halsey’s hopeless fountain kingdom, kesha’s rainbow, as well as one very amazing self-titled work, dua lipa; dua lipa. this album dropped around the beginning of the summer (june 2) and was a pretty standard 12 track debut, pop record. i was already vaguely familiar with miss lipa’s work via her dope ass tracks, hotter than hell & blow your mind (mwah) both total bops that were released before the drop of self titled. now, when i say this bottle pumping job went on for hours in order to fulfill the required amounts I needed to meet overtime, i was able to listen to A LOT of music. that summer, this album ruled my life. with a voice of gold, dua’s star potential on self titled was so apparent right off the back. with tracks like genesis, homesick, IDGAF, the two previously mentioned, and the earth shattering new rules, this girl was ready to step on our spleens right out of the gate. i spent so much time with this album it really defined summer 2017 for me. very pop, but done in a such an original manner with unique takes on production and lyrical content, self titled was stamping its name on the world of lesser-known pop (this was before her blowup). i was so infatuated with this record but I noticed the traction wasn’t following. for months on end it, it really seemed like dua lipa was just going to be an indie artist forever, which there was nothing wrong with that, i just always thought she had the potential to go the distance and become a global sensation (not to say she wasn’t successful, her popularitiy was only growing in the UK, but was stunted for a while in the US). welp, then it happened. almost like a light switch, her song new rules was everywhere. there was no escaping its radio influence. the breakup anthem with hints of female empowerment was infectious and incredibly well-down, jump starting her career from that point forward. The inevitability of her success leading to multiple successful collaborations (electricity, one kiss) all the way to her winning the best new artist award at the 2018 grammy’s. now if you know anything about entertainment award superstitions, you may have heard of the infamous curse of the new artist. basically, this says that who ever wins this award each year will then cease to keep their relevance-ball rolling in the years to come (meghan trainor, alessia carra, etc.). dua lipa said lol i don’t feel like doing that, and with that we were gifted her newest work, future nostalgia. 

upon initial teasing during the tail end of last year, this project was something I was VERY much looking forward due to just how much lipa’s first album impressed and satisfied my admitted love of pop music. when don’t start now dropped, i was worried. while now i think it is a total effing disco banger, i wasn’t a huge fan at first, but upon multiple listens and the dropping of the first promotional single and also title track, future nostalgia, i knew this album was going to hit just as hard, if not harder than her debut, and boy was i right. future nostalgia is everything and then some. i might just be speaking for popheads and lipa stans alike here, but this body of work completely embodies what the title entails. a sexy mixture of 70-80′s disco dance funk with current pop and futurist aspects (granted, I wouldn’t go as far as to say this album is ‘experimental’ per sé, it still sticks with some pretty trusty and popular formulas lyrically and form wise). future nostalgia is 11 tracks (oddly specific) of pure fun. this record is a white bitch ass shaker, it makes you want to get the fuck up and have a good time (i cannot wait to drink to this record). some of the standout work here consists of honestly most of the tracks, but the best of the best cuts are most the singles with the inclusion of levitating. my god, levitating is a banger. the pacing of the album is a great choice as well. while most of the tracks hold disco elements and some danceability, the story of the sequence of tracks makes it all the more unskippable. the track physical is a total 80′s reminiscent tour de force of a dance floor ranger. something i love about lipa is her ability to use lyrics (no shade) that lean towards more simple patterns and rhythms, but her melodies and production carry what she has to say to fluently and effectively. the very last track, boys will be boys, offers a sense of political commentary about the struggles and fears women face on the daily. i appreciate the use of ‘boys will be boys, but girls will be women.’ dua does not give a fuck about your misogyny, rightfully so, and a great way to end her sophomore body of work. 

if anyone were ever going to beat the curse of the sophomore slump, i’m glad it was pop goddess, dua lipa. future nostalgia is an easy contender for aoty and it’s only march. this album was exactly what at least i needed to survive this corona quarantine. Regardless of the the lack of range in thematic content, this is record is a bop through and through. I didn’t know if it was possible for dua to top her self titled, and i don’t even know if it is fair to compare these two bodies of work due to the obvious sonic differences, but as of now, i’m leaning towards FN, damn near pop perfection. i stan. 

future nostalgia - dua lipa 4 1/2 stars

[ohfreckle]

Kink flash fic: in fragile circles (Thorki; explicit; semi-public sex)

Written for @raven-brings-light who requested How about thorki where they're somewhere semi-public and getting caught would be very very Not Good but they both get off on the thrill of danger.

I'm still stuck on porn with feelings, it seems. I'm sorry if this less kinky than you expected. Also, this was written before they decided to throw half the movie at us. Idgaf.

On AO3

"This is a terrible idea."

Only Thor would consider traipsing through this godforsaken city without weapons or a plan, without really anything at all, a good idea. He even seems to be enjoying himself, a small smile curving his lips every time their eyes meet.

Norns, the fucking sentiment.

Loki isn’t unaffected by their somewhat tumultuous reunion. He might never regain his hearing after all the shouting that took place, but overall it went better than he dared to hope. Much better. He’s sore in all the right places, the skin on the inside of his thighs sensitive from Thor’s beard and chafing uncomfortably against the inseam of his pants.

They could still be lazing around in bed, learning each other’s bodies again. Instead, they’re running after—Loki isn’t exactly sure what. Thor in jeans and a hoodie blends into the crowd like he belongs here while Loki sticks out like a sore thumb with his black suit. Again. Some things never change.

They take a break at a newsstand, both aimlessly picking through magazines. "I just want—" Loki starts again, but Thor stops him with a shake of his head. Not here.

Loki follows him into a narrow alley that allows at least a modicum of privacy. It’s late, but there still are quite a lot of people in the streets. Loki hears the noises of their conversations, but it’s distant like their blurry shapes.

"I heard you the first time," Thor says. "Do you have a better plan?"

"No," Loki admits grudgingly, floundering at the lack of bite in the question. It’s been a long time since Thor genuinely cared about his opinion. "But aimlessly walking around unarmed isn’t exactly a good plan, either. I’d rather have stayed in bed."

"Is that so?" Thor’s voice is a hoarse rumble that makes Loki shiver. "You still have your magic, and I’d like to bet that you have more than just one dagger on you." Thor steps closer, crowding into Loki’s personal space, pushing him back against the wall. He fingers the inside of Loki’s cuffs and the hidden dagger there.

Loki lets him.

"You are far from helpless, brother." Thor leans in until they share the same breath, his eyes flashing brightly. "And neither am I." Above them heavy clouds are piling up until the sky darkens, the rolling thunder echoing between them in the narrow alley. It’s only a pale echo of what Thor is capable of, but Loki thinks he can see a flash of lightning in his eyes and swallows against bittersweet memories that threaten to break free from their tightly locked space in the back of his mind.

Their mouths crash together in a heated kiss that’s pure sensation. Loki opens up for Thor, lets him lick into his mouth, his heart pounding in his chest with the startling realization that yes, he can have this. His hands fisted in Thor’s ugly hoodie Loki tries to pull him closer. He needs Thor, craves his touch; so many years and nothing has changed.

"Want you," Loki moans, biting the words in Thor’s mouth. He can’t keep still, his hands fluttering, touching Thor’s hair, his shoulders, everywhere but never enough. He wasn’t prepared for this, the intimacy and the warmth of suddenly feeling something other than rage and bitterness. It makes him sick with uneasiness.

"What do you want," Thor rasps, nipping hard at Loki’s bottom lip. His hands are tight on his hips, his cock already hard against Loki’s thigh, but Loki can sense something darker swirling below the lust. Two good fucks won’t eradicate years of anger and resentment.

"You," Loki gasps into Thor’s mouth. There’s so much he wants to say, but he can’t find the words through the haze of lust that draws tight around him and makes the world go soft and blurry. "Fuck me."

He’s spun around against the wall with his arms high above his head, held there by one of Thor’s hands palming over his crossed wrists. Loki arches his back, testing the strength of Thor’s grip, unable to hold back the low moan that slips out when there’s not an inch of slack, heat rising in his belly, sharp and urgent. He’s surrounded by Thor, his arse riding the hard ridge of Thor’s cock, Thor’s other hand sliding over his hip and cupping his cock with a harsh squeeze.

"Everyone of those mortals could wander in and see you like this," Thor rasps when he opens Loki’s belt, so low it’s almost drowned out by the harsh clink of the buckle. Loki looks down and watches, shuddering with the dry heat of Thor’s around his cock when he pulls him out and pushes Loki’s pants down to his thighs, the air cool against his arse. "Is that what you want? Letting them see how well you take your brother’s cock?"

"Yes," Loki breathes and leaves the rest unsaid: because otherwise nobody would believe me that you want me.

He misses Thor’s touch as soon as it’s gone. His cock is an obscene thing between his thighs, flushed pink and wet at the head, dripping down on the dirty street. Loki sucks in a harsh breath at the sound of Thor taking his own cock out and slicks them both with a murmured spell, pushing back until he feels the slick slide of Thor’s cock between his cheeks.

Loki’s knees are trembling with the familiar squeeze of anticipation in his gut. He cries out at the first push against his clenching hole, the thick flared head forcing its way into his body with a vicious burn. He’s still wet and fucked open, but it’s been ages since he’s taken Thor’s massive cock, ages since he’s taken any cock, and he clenches helplessly around the girth that’s stretching him wide open, struggling against his body’s limits.

"Take it!" Thor cups him between the legs and pulls him up onto his toes and back, right onto his cock. Loki sobs out a wounded noise, his body burning up with hot excitement when Thor rolls his hips slowly, hot slick dripping from the tip of his cock with every push inside.

Thor ruts into him with measured strokes, each long slide inside cresting in a hard stroke against Loki’s prostate that leaves him struggling for breath and squirming, his calves and hole burning as he tries to coax that thick and heavy cock even deeper. Loki’s babbling, a hushed string of yes and please that turns into a gasping whine when Thor grinds in deep and jams his fat cockhead against Loki’s prostate, rubs him hard and relentless where he needs it. Loki arches, sore and throbbing with overstimulation, his hole fluttering against the burning stretch.

"Loki—I’m…" Thor grits out and Loki’s world turns white-hot and upside down. He feels the throb of Thor’s balls against his arse, soft and warm, the hot spill of come inside of him.

"Fuck, yes, in me," Loki pants, gut clenching at the filthy slick sound of Thor’s cock moving in his own come. He’s so close it’s almost enough to make him come. "Please…" He shudders helplessly when Thor’s hand closes around him and squeezes, pulling Loki’s climax right out of him with harsh squeezes that leave him writhing in Thor’s grasp. He comes with a shout, his cock pulsing streaks of warm come over Thor’s fist that he rubs right back into Loki’s slit, his ass spasming around the slow slide of Thor’s cock inside of him.

They stay like that for a long moment before Thor eventually slips out him. Loki doesn’t turn yet, still too shaken with more than just a mind-blowing orgasm. He shivers when Thor presses a soft kiss against his neck and watches Thor’s hands buttoning him up quick and efficient.

"Loki—" Thor starts, threading a hand into Loki’s hair. His voice is soft, and Loki knows he’s going to say something Loki isn’t prepared to hear, something he doesn’t deserve. He squeezes Thor’s hand and turns, shaking his head and willing Thor to understand.

"I know," Loki whispers and drops to his knees.