#It’s a side effect of touring

[morganbritton132]

Eddie posts a Tiktok like, “You know how you can tell that we just got home from our road-trip?”

Eddie flips the camera around and zooms in on Steve’s Nikes where they were kicked off at the front door, “Steve’s shoes.”

“Steve’s glasses,” He says, zooming in on the glasses sitting on the dining room table. “He’s never finding those again.”

“Also, Steve’s phone.” On the floor.

“Steve’s keys.” Also on the floor.

“Steve’s pants.” Inside out and thrown on the floor in the living room.

“And Steve,” Eddie says, zooming in on Steve passed out and snoring on the couch. He pans the camera down to the middle of his back to the cat, “That’s Joan! She missed us.”

Eddie flips the camera back around to him, sighs loudly before panning it down to Ozzy beside him, “Guess it’s up to you and me to unload the car, Oz.”

Ozzy walks off to lay down with Steve and Joan.

“Typical.”

[steakout-05]

a few Big Al and Sweet Ann headcanons cause i'm fixated on the original early versions of these two goobers

Big Al is an undead reincarnation of an Elvis impersonator, and Sweet Ann is the who brought him back from the grave. the man Big Al used to be was somebody Ann was infatuated with, and when faced with the news of his tragic and untimely death, she was absolutely devastated. she couldn't bare to lost the one she loved, so she Frankenstein'd him back to life and gave him another chance with a new identity and show persona.

the reason Big Al's english and singing can sound a bit rough is because he's a reanimated corpse who's kinda relearning how to be a human. undead monsters, depending on how long they had been dead before their reincarnation, typically forget a lot of their previous lives beyond basic human instincts, and thus, when they are reincarnated, they need to learn how to act like the humans around them again. luckily, Ann dug him up pretty quickly after his death, so he still has partial recollection of who he was before his death. his body had been stuck in a casket for a while before his reincarnation, cut him some slack! XD

Sweet Ann is an undead monster like Al, although she seems to be much better at mimicking human behaviours than Al is, as he was only recently reincarnated. she was reincarnated close to a century ago, and in that time, she has built up an impressive career for herself as a singer. almost everything about her background before entering the spotlight is unknown to the public, apart from documentation of a human who looks strikingly similar to Ann who went by the name of "Jodie". Sweet Ann holds many secrets behind that smile that only Al knows.

Ronnie (Big Al's development name) was Al's previous name when he was alive, and it's a pet name Ann calls him. he finds it adorable and endearing.

most of Sweet Ann and Big Al's old demos have a backstory and chronology to them. Sweet Ann's 'How Could I Forget You' VOCALOID 1 demo is a song written from her perspective of Ann having to relearn and try to remember the ones she once loved when she was alive, very shortly after she was reincarnated as a monster. 'Amazing Grace' is what she sung after successfully bringing Big Al back to life, and it was the very first thing he'd heard when he woke up. Sweet Ann and Big Al's 'Make Me Feel' demos take place shortly after Big Al was reincarnated by Ann, with Big Al learning how to feel again and how to sing again. they kinda playing a mellodrama with each other that's partially born out of Sweet Ann's own feelings towards Al. Big Al's 'I Feel Good' demo was recorded when he was drunk lolllol

[focsle]

I wouldn’t call myself a die-hard Titanic buff, at least not compared to other people who take interest in it, but man every time I have to give this tour about it I’m like…Weepin. The whole situation was just so…so…SO didn’t need to happen on so many small levels that converged to create something awful.

[angel-gidget]

physically pains me when they go so hard-core goth with Raven's design that it loses all hindu influence

[didnt-hear-cold-as-you-live]

Sorry for saying this but your ex is so baby. You are too old for that baby. You are not his mother.

Yeah that’s how I’m feeling now, like it’s genuinely embarrassing and infuriating that he doesn’t have the emotional intelligence to figure this out and doesn’t know how to act without fumbling around the scripts I give him, and it proves EVERYTHING I was hurt and had red flags about in terms of him not knowing how to act without me dragging him through this relationship - I’m upset and angry cause I’m just completely over him in 24 hours flat and I didn’t want to feel that way. You all saw how upset I was literally last night, and I just blocked him everywhere like it was nothing - and I just can’t believe he was that obtuse it turned things around that hard.

[thistaleisabloodyone]

I can hear what sounds like an attempt to chant "Rampage" and my ex-BritWres self is like "You need a rhythm to keep everyone on track" 😂

[sunmisbf]

i forgot stray kids was having a cb in like 2 days my bf sent me a message saying he ordered me the album

[goldennika]

god this Puma stage is on steroids 😵‍💫

[jnece-maharlika]

Amity parkers are feral and insane

-Gothamites.

Somehow, someway, Casper high finds their selves in Gotham.

It could be a field trip or a ghost shoved them in a portal, doesn't matter, they're in Gotham.

As they arrive in Gotham, the Casper teachers decide to turn this into something educational and hire a tour guide from Gotham Academy (or was it Gotham university? I forgot) GA agrees and also Sends some of their students to partner up with the amity parkers as a sort "buddy" and to hopefully teacher em the ways of surviving in Gotham.

To the gothamites, the amity parkers look like children who have never been exposed to crime in their life, never been mugged, never been been kidnapped.

But the truth is, compared to the BS amity is used to, Gothams issues are like kindergarten.

First thing the tour guide hears when she greets Casper high Mr lancer telling them to, "Please don't walk into danger, please don't try and provoke the joker, I know he's a bitch but still. If you find yourself in a tricky situation, do not hesitate to punch yourself to freedom, but ABSOLUTELY NO CRITICAL HITs these are NORMAL people they're not like us or the ghosts, they will not survive. Please do not give phantom problems, He's already failing in class he doesn't need more problems"

Its important to keep in mind that:

amity parkers and ghosts are buddies now.

The Ambient ectoplasm gave them a form of super strength, also making it so that they are able to touch ghost.

They join the ghost brawls everyone in a while and has some wins.

Most, if not all are liminal in a way.

Everyone knows that Danny is phantom but have signed an NDA that says they aren't allowed to tell anyone who isn't a native amity parker who he is.

Things is, The gothamites don't know about this and take it as if Mr lancer and the students are underestimating Gotham. So as a from of pettiness, all the Gotham students decided to bring their amity partner to the most dangerous places they can think of.

Niky has lead sam into a park that poison ivy frequents. Of course, poison ivy is there but instead of running away in fear like niky expected, Sam runs up to ivy, complements her and joins the path of eco terrorism.

Tucker and his partner Vic finds himself in the middle of a riddler attack, locked in a room with no way out, a countdown timer with 20 secs remaining and a riddle in a computer.

Vic is panicking as he tries to figure it out, he looked to tucker for help. Tucker just shrugged and hacked the computer, not even bothering to solve the riddle. It worked and Vic is baffled and the riddler is frustrated.

Danny find himself in the hands of the joker, (his partner ran the moment joker was seen) hanging upside down on top of a large pool of acid, because, it's classic for joker. He is also being live streamed.

The teachers in GA are panicking, the bats are panicking.

Casper high teacher took one look at the stream and shrugged. "Eh, he'll be fine." They also called the number that joker has displayed on the screen, just to say, "Daniel Fenton, make sure your back before in GA 6 pm or else were leaving you to find the hotel on your own."

The time is 5:30 pm.

It takes 25 minutes to walk from Joker to GA.

Danny sighs, might as well start walking.

He uses intangibility to free himself and fall into the vat of acid.

The Gothamites are shocked and screaming, the bats are shocked. Amity parkes went "oh" and continued placing bets on how fast Danny will get back.

Danny then proceeds to swim out of the acid pool, punch the joker in the face, knocking him out in a single hit and then proceeds to casually squeeze out the acid from his Casper high "I am a proud amitian" shirt as if it's regular water.

All of this was done in 5 minutes.

All of this was caught on stream.

The Gothamites are passed out, the bats are questioning everything. Batman is searching up everything he can about acid side effects and about Danny but ends up with nothing.

The amity parkers just raised their bets even further.

Danny somehow makes it back 10 minutes late and Wes wins the bet.

[artdcnaldson]

You asked for blurb ideas & that thought here got stuck in my mind since this morning 🌞

Tennis Reader “thanking” Art after their training session in the locker rooms. ;)

Reader sneaks in men’s locker room after training together till evening, surprising (Stanford) Art under the shower + asking for some steamy extra cardio. 👀

And eventually Patrick walks in. Idk abt that but whatever you write is amazing, in every trope 🫶🏻

Rating: E (18+)

Warnings: SMUT (hj, fingering, p in v), throuple dynamics (+1)

A/N: Ok I’m sorry I know you said Stanford but 2019 era Art is ALLLL I can think about 🩷 forgive me for my transgressions pls

Tashi had set the whole thing up, holding his hand through it. Because Tashi and Patrick were off globetrotting for the tour— France, if he remembered correctly. Tashi just wanted to make sure he was taken care of, that his needs were being met. In his career… and otherwise.

You were a player out of… USC? He thought that sounded right. Recently graduated, doing well in the pros, already highly ranked with an excellent record. The perfect first player for Art Donaldson to coach.

She set up the entire thing, met with you to get things organized, and penciled training into his calendar with a tiny note.

Have fun without us -T

You were doing such a good job, even unwittingly— putting on the sweetest little show for him. When you’d miss a serve or a ball went out of bounds, you’d do a peppy little jog then bend over to grab it, completely unaware of the effect it might have had on him.

“I need to see how you play,” he had said as you dropped your bag on the side of the court. You smiled and nodded, and took to the opposite side of the net.

He beat you embarrassingly easily the first set. Sweat was beading on your forehead as you met him at the benches between courts and guzzled down water. When you finally came up for air, a little trail of water went from your plush bottom lip and down your chin.

He watched you lick the moisture from your lips, then wipe at the rest with the back of your hand. He swallowed hard.

“Do you want my advice?” He scratched at the back of his neck as you peered up at him expectantly. “You need to loosen up, you’re too tense.”

Your eyes widened at his direction, but you nodded. “Yeah, okay, Mr. Donaldson.” You drank down another gulp, then jogged back to the other side of the court, eager to please.

He watched you bend over, retrieving a couple of balls that you’d hit into the net, flashing tiny white spandex beneath your tennis skirt.

Jesus Christ, Tashi was evil.

By the afternoon, sweat dripped down your arms, along the line of your throat, dampened the baby hairs framing your face and the back of your neck, tacking them down to sticky skin.

“Why don’t we head to the locker rooms inside, then we can meet upstairs and go through a training plan.”

You smiled, looking so sweet and eager. “Okay.”

He was grateful for the shower— molten against aching, underused muscles. He hadn’t exactly just given up on everything after retiring, but his muscles weren’t being used the way they were used to— the constant strenuous training.

He closed his eyes, letting the spray hit his face and soak into his skin.

He heard a squeak and jumped, eyes flying open to the sight of you naked underneath one of the other shower heads, quickly adjusting the spray from ice cold to steaming hot.

“Turned it to cold on accident,” you said over your shoulder. “Women’s locker rooms are under maintenance. You don’t mind, right?”

He turned, cheeks burning pink as he tried his best to play it cool— act like he wasn’t checking you out. “No, uh, it’s fine.”

Were you in on it with Tashi? It certainly felt like it as he watched you lathering your body up with soap, maybe focusing too much attention to your tits.

You glanced over, caught him looking, and smiled. He turned away quickly with his pulse thrumming in his throat.

Fuck. He was already hard. It wasn’t exactly a surprise— he’d been half-hard just at the sight of you in that fucking outfit on the court.

He heard you laugh and looked back at you. You were looking right at him, amusement evident in your expression. “She said you’d be easy, but, Jesus, I thought you’d put up more of a fight.” 

You shut off the water of your shower and made your way over. Water dripped from your body, rolling down your skin in delicate rivulets. You stopped in front of him and ran a hand down his chest, making him shiver.

“Tashi told you?” His words trailed off into a groan as your hands moved between his legs, stroking the length of him in your delicate grasp.

“She told me to say thank you after every lesson,” you said. With each step forward you made, he took a step back, until you had him pinned against the cold tile. He moaned as your thumb ran over the tip of his cock, and you smile sweetly. “She showed me exactly how I should do it.”

“Showed you?”

You sped your hand up, twisting slightly with each tug upwards. “Mhmm. On Patrick. She went first, then I showed her what I learned.” You laughed softly, lips brushing along his jaw. “I’m a very fast learner. Patrick was very impressed.”

Fuck, he was going to get back at Tashi for not letting him be there for that. The mental image was enough to make his cock pulse in your grip. Maybe he’d just have you recreate it for him the second Tashi and Patrick came home.

Your lips brushed along the like of his jaw as you continued to jerk him off, your hand slick and tight and relentless. Just like Tashi’s would be. God, you really were a fast learner.

It would certainly make being your coach a lot easier.

“Art,” you hummed, breath hot against his ear. He nodded wordlessly, almost afraid that if he spoke, he’d wake up from a fugue state to find out that he’d just imagined it all and was mid-jerk off session.

Your lips moved against his throat, nipping gently at the expanse of soft skin. He tasted like sweat and tap water. Your words came out as a whisper, “You can fuck me now.”

He laughed shakily, flushed red down to his chest. “Now? You don’t want me to go down on you, or—“

He was cut off when you grabbed his hand and moved it between your legs. Dripping wet, silky soft, absolutely aching for him.

You moaned softly, leaning fully onto him for support as he rubbed at your clit. “T-Tashi—“ You stammered, losing that seductive bravado you’d walked in with. “Told me I should make you work for it. But, fuck—”

Art laughed softly. “You’re too needy.”

“Do you know how fucking sexy you sound when you play tennis?” You whined, breath going shaky as he pushed a finger inside of your aching cunt. “Halfway through the second set, I— god— I considered dropping the pretense and fucking you right on the— on the court.”

Tashi wouldn’t have that. When she came home, she’d clock that impatience train it out of you. She’d make you sit and watch, get so desperate you’d beg and cry for it. She had to do it to Patrick before— she would know just how to get you to the point she needed you at.

The tennis would be up to Art.

You were so wet, clenching around his finger, craving more. What the fuck would be the point in denying either of you any longer?

You whined when he moved his hand from you, but he wasn’t going to keep you waiting. He pinned you against the cold tile wall, lifting you up to where he needed. You smiled at him,wrapping your legs around his waist, coaxing him closer.

A shiver ran through you as his cock brushed over your folds— so close to where you needed him. His tip notched against your entrance and he pressed into you slowly, relishing in the way you held your breath, in the way your body opened up for him so eagerly.

He pressed his forehead against yours when he bottomed out, and you panted as you adjusted to him.

You were impatient. So fucking impatient. You rocked your hips against him, begging wordlessly for more. He leaned in, kissing you slowly.

“Art,” you gasped, pulling away from the kiss as he fucked into you, slow and deep. “Patrick told me that I should tell you that you’re supposed to fuck me, not make love to me.”

Of fucking course he did. “Is that what you want?”

You nodded, somehow looking so sweet split open on his cock. His hips met yours in a particularly harsh thrust and you cried out in surprise. You moaned so seeetly, your lips turned up in a smug grin. It was exactly what you wanted.

Your back slid against the slick tile wall as he drove into you again and again and again. Your cunt was so warm, and tight, and so fucking wet if squelched obscenely with each thrust.

Wet kisses were peppered along his jaw and throat along with soft murmured thank yous and praise.

“You’re so deep, Art,” you moaned into his ear. “Feels so good. Thank you, thank you.”

It had been a week since Tashi and Patrick were home. A week of having to find satisfaction with Patrick’s fucking lewd Snapchat videos and his hand.

And here you were— a sweet, tight, Tashi-approved plaything. Your manicured nails rubbing at your clit, your pussy clamping around his cock as you drew closer and closer to the edge.

What better foreplay was there than tennis?

You came first, which was a fucking Godsend. He had no doubt Tashi would’ve flayed him if she found out that he couldn’t even manage to get his new toy off before he did. Loud— not caring if anyone heard.

Tashi would train that out of you too, lest you get them banned from every fucking country club in the state. Or a TMZ article whispering about a tawdry affair.

He shut you up with a hungry, searing kiss. Tongue moving against yours, muffling your cries. He came buried as deep as he could possibly get, with his tongue shoved down your throat and his grip bruising your soft thighs.

The water had gone icy when you both detached from each other, finally taking the actual shower you needed. You happily shared a shower head since you’d wasted enough water as is.

You redressed, tied up your wet hair, and sat on a bench, tapping away at your phone while he did his best to look presentable, and not like he’d just fucked the athlete he was supposed to be coaching.

“Tashi and Patrick say hi,” you said casually, offering a killer smile.

Maybe retirement wasn’t that bad.

NEED to be the toxic triplets’ little plaything im clawing at the padded walls of my enclosure

Anywayssss feel free to send more blurb reqs 🩷

[theveryworstthing]

7th Headless Haunting: The Invisible Woman

A ghost's appearance can change over time depending on the emotional connection to their former lives. This change is involuntary and inconsistent. For some, their form shifts to mirror the cause of their death, or emphasizes some other lasting trauma. Others shift into a metaphorical representation of how they view themselves. But most just look like their living forms until time makes the details slip away. Because if there's no one left to remember them properly, and they can't really remember themselves, that can trigger a disconnection from their physical past. This disconnect causes the "sheet ghost" effect, as the soul loses the shape of its previous container.

It's a sad thing, catching a glimpse of a soul losing their face. But that's part of the cycle of life and death. Everything changes. Everything fades.

Sometimes that fading is even done on purpose.

Morgan doesn't call herself Morgan anymore because she doesn't want to metaphysically dox herself.

Through the efforts of the most annoying woman she's ever met, she's become one of the most famous ghosts in the south. She did not ask for this, she does not want it, and every day she wonders how she could have possibly been charmed into a barely 3 week relationship by someone she had to politely ask to stop making tictoks in the crystal shop constantly. It was easy to blame grief and depression for the drastic lowering of standards but still. Good lord.

She realized her mistake pretty quickly, but then "Luna's" roommate supposedly kicked her out with no warning and a sick cat named Quartz. And past!Morgan, who vividly remembered how much being homeless sucked, didn't want her out on the street.

(Okay, mostly she didn't want Quartz out on the street. He was goofy and sweet and the knowledge that she liked him way more than her new girlfriend made her feel guilty.)

This was a mistake.

She opened her home to them. Payed for emergency cat surgery. Dealt with arguments over filming in the house and random strangers coming over for "guided group spiritual exploration" sessions that she wasn't allowed to be in the room for because Luna was "working". Scrubbed Luna's essential oil covered bare ass marks off of her kitchen counters. And in return, she got this woman inviting something into her home.

One night while Luna was out with friends, it came into Morgan's bedroom and left her head on the other side of the house.

She never figured out exactly what got her, but the dark twisted shape made sure to find her terrified spirit before it left, and she could feel its irritation as it inspected her. She wasn't the right target. Luna owed a dept that she probably didn't even comprehend to something very pissed off.

All this would have been bad enough, but none of it was really worth being a ghost about. She'd had worse relationships, and since grandma was gone, almost all of her loved ones were dead anyway, so she really should have left.

But what about Quartz?

 She was the one handling all of his post operative care, and after watching Luna forget time after time to feed him or give him his meds or even really pay attention to him when he wasn't serving as a cuddly toy to cry on or an aesthetic set piece for videos, she decided to hang around until he was either stable or dead.

Which is how she found out about the haunted house tours.

Luna had been doing this for a while. It seems that every place she had ever lived was "haunted" and she made sure that the internet knew about all the trials and tribulations of being so spiritually gifted in a world filled with such trauma laden souls. She'd been kicked out of her last place for having a pretend spectral affair with her former roommate's dead best friend, and when she moved it didn't take a day for her to "sense something..." and start secretly profiting off of made up shit about Morgan's grandmother.

But now that Morgan was dead she had a goldmine on her hands. The gory, violent, locked room mystery death of a fairly attractive woman wearing nothing but a low cut night gown was already pretty good, but add in the lesbian romance, Morgan's family history, and the fact that Luna's True Love had recently Saved her from an Abusive Environment and Certain Homelessness? Well, that's money baby.

Morgan's friends, bless 'em, had stopped Luna from livestreaming the funeral, and got as many pictures of her body taken down as they could.

Sadly, the fundraiser to purchase her family home for "spiritual conservation" was successful.

She had no idea that her following was that big.

She really should have checked.

Anyway.

Because of Luna she's spent the last 8 years being stalked by the living. Strangers pay to sleep in her bed and record the ambient noises of her room hoping she'll show up and talk to them. They buy books made of private poetry stolen from her journals. They demonize her dead family members and speculate on horrific abuse that didn't happen because "if you pay attention to how she dressed/read between the lines in her writing, there are clues she had serious daddy issues".

Recently, there was a shitty romance novel published based on her death, implying that whatever killed her was simply mad with lust and wanted to make her his dark bride in hell.

Yes "his". Her proxy was straight in that one.

And way slimmer.

That's a reoccurring thing that she tries not to think about too hard.

But the point is that all this mess keeps her from moving on. She just... can't. She spends all her time trying to sabotage Luna's grift as best she can. She exposes all the little tricks Luna uses during her seances to show she's not talking to anyone. She actively keeps other spirits away from the house just in case any of the ghost hunting gear people haul into her living room actually works (it doesn't but better safe that sorry). She never speaks just in case a recording picks something up and she's thrown away chunks of identifying features like her face and most of her tattoos so that if she is spotted, she's harder to identify.

She's spent years staging the most intensive anti-haunting she possibly can.

Quartz died 6 months ago and walked right past the entrance to the rainbow bridge to settle in her lap, just like old times. He tries to lead her away from the house a lot. Into the sunrise, towards her grandma's loud bright laughter and the bustling sounds of a family reunion in full swing.

She wants to follow him so badly.

She just.

Can't.

[lokisgoodgirl]

Teenage Dream [Loki x Reader]

A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: A trip to Asgard means a visit to Loki's childhood bedroom - and his teenage fantasy. (w/c 1.9k) Warnings: 18+ only. Loki x Female Reader. Established relationship. Smut. Body fluids etc etc. Language.

“This is your childhood bedroom?!” Loki’s arms spread wider, turning in a lazy circle as you gape at the high ceilings and golden cornicing. Open archways lead to a balcony which runs along the full side of one wall, Asgard sprawling below in afternoon sunlight. It’s huge.

“What did you expect?” Loki shoots a lovingly indignant look over his shoulder. “Some kind of hovel-sized quarter the kind of which Stark has bestowed on Lang?”

His boots thud in quick succession on polished marble before he jumps through the air and lands on the modest queen-size with a bounce – a hand balled at his temple. The sheets have clearly been replaced since he last laid in it, but old habits die hard. The green and gold of his colours is in full effect in this room from the curtains to the tapestries and the quilt draped across the mattress. “Lie with me,” he says, looking up through his lashes. “Please?”

Something about seeing Loki dressed in his, what he still calls, ‘Midgard garms’ suddenly seems ridiculous in one of Asgard’s royal bedchambers. A pair of tight black jeans cling to his muscles, denim shifting as he draws one knee over the other to rest on the bed. His forest green t-shirt has ridden up at his lower stomach, a victim of the obscene measurements of his stretching body. He chuckles lightly, making a thick line of his obliques tighten as he slips his fingers further into mussed hair. "I told you I was a prince," he says sheepishly.

You make your way to the bed and he flips to his back, releasing a happy groan as you straddle him. His eyelids droop, a flash of his upper teeth as he bites his bottom lip. "Frigga will be expecting us," you say as you roll your hips against his crotch. "Uhhh...gods-" he grunts, large palms rubbing up your thighs tight on either side of his chest. ‘Frigga can wait. I said I would give you a tour, and give you a tour...I shall.’ "Not from down there you won’t."

You yelp as Loki sits up and his lips fasten to yours, hand cradling the back of your head and forcing you in a violent kiss. He bites your bottom lip, sucking out gently. You moan softly as his hands begin to rub your thighs again. He’s needy. The sentimentality of bringing you Asgard for the first time is doing a real number on him. Your fingers run down his neck, down the hard dips and ridges of his abdomen through the t-shirt.

“I used to pleasure myself in this bed, dreaming of a woman like you-” he says huskily, beginning to thrust upwards. The painfully tight erection bursting against denim rubs against your gusset, toying back and forth. You feel a swell of arousal web between your folds as your eyes dart towards the open door. Just a crack, but it’s enough. The guards are never far in the palace it seems, even for a Prince who’s all grown up.

“Say more,” you tease. It’s a whisper, but it seems to echo. Loki chuckles quietly into the curve of your neck before he tips you easily to the side. You meet the mattress with a bounce, your head disappearing between the crevice of two plush pillows. Loki’s long form rises above you, impossibly rectangular, spread on his knees, the denim screaming around his crotch.

“It may come as a surprise to you that I was an awkward young man,” he starts, riding up the hem of his t-shirt. His leather belt sits maddeningly at the dent of his hips, perfect alabaster skin of his stomach flashing into view. “No!? I would never have guessed...” you joke, surprised at your ability to think straight as Loki’s shirt pops over his head. He throws it away, skittering gently across the marble floor. His eyes flash mischievously.

“But I had urges, of course; fucked myself night after night like a demon; elaborate fantasies formed in my head with excruciating detail.” He falls forward against the pillows, the bulge of his shoulders tensing as he cages you.

“I wouldn’t let myself cum until every detail in my head was perfect,” he breathes, letting long tendrils of hair drag against your throat in time with the filth of his dulcet syllables. “Again and again. It was enough to drive a young man to madness.”

“Did you ever have-?” you start, cut off by a pathetic moan as Loki drags his bound cock against your clit. “Never," he whispers. "This bed is as virginal as myself when I left it.”

The warm glow of his magic pulses from his skin. Loki’s jeans are gone, replaced by a green silk robe open at the waist. It's Asgardian craftsmanship, that much is obvious. Gold weaving edges the hem, its age betrayed only by the sleeves which are a little too short. The sage shimmer melts into the wave of his hair, and for a second you can’t bring yourself to believe there wasn’t a line forming outside his bedroom every night after he came of age.

He rests back on his haunches between your legs, flipping out the robe at the nip of his taut waist. Loki’s eyes smoulder, waiting for you to ask.

“Which one do you want?” you say. It times perfectly with a twitch of his proud cock as he draws a finger back and forth along its length. His chin dips and a small smile creeps at the corner of his lips.

Loki raises a hand, a theatrical snap of his fingers making the ceiling height door to the chamber swing closed with an almighty clang. Even under normal circumstances, doors don’t close quietly in the palace; it is by design.

“My goddess riding me,” he says, raising his gaze to yours. “Then once I’ve filled her, she crawls to my face; smothers me with her perfect, dripping sex; calls my name so loudly in ecstasy that my brother hears it all the way in the taverns.”

Your brows raise. “That’s quite specific.”

Loki shrugs. “I told you. It needed to be perfect. I spent a lot of time thinking about it.” You shuffle up on the pillows, curling one side of his silk robe in a fist and pulling his mouth to yours. He manoeuvres around, lying back against the pillows with bright eyes while you crawl on top of him once more.

“Are you my sweet virginal Prince?” you ask, batting your lashes. Loki snickers. "If you like." “I do.” “Aright then,” he sniffs. “Although I should warn you, for a virgin – I am rather an expert.” “Shhh-” You press a finger to his lips. "I read a lot of books," he explains with overly-earnest eyes, muffled against your finger. “Let’s get you some practice, then..” you whisper, rolling your hips up the length of his cock. Loki whimpers, brows slanting. You can't tell if that part is for show. With a slip of his hand against your ass you feel your dress dissolve, the nip of a breeze through the open arches making your nipples stiffen. Loki’s head leaves the pillow and catches one in his mouth as your hand guides his cock between your legs. You rub the tip against your slit, slipping back and forth as guttural groans roll in his throat.

"My virgin Prince," you coo.

Loki’s head falls back to the pillow, a warning brow rising. But his eyes sparkle. Slowly, you sink down onto his cock; each hard inch of muscle tugging against your walls as you settle to the hilt.

“Every time you do that,” Loki rasps, “it’s everything I ever dreamt of in this bed, I swear.” You flatten a curl of hair back from his forehead, rocking your hips back and forth. His hands slide up your waist, cupping your breasts as he pants beneath you. A vein in his neck throbs as he grits his teeth to the ceiling. He won’t last, not today. And that’s just fine.

You press his shoulders down, limiting his thrusts. If he wanted to, he could overthrow the touch in an instant. But he wont, not today; not in this bed. Every time you reach the tip of his cock you squeeze and his lips part; every time you sink him deep into your cunt they press together, like he doesn’t trust himself not to howl. The squelching is louder now. The moaning, too. You and Loki have fucked many times, in many places – in every conceivable position, each time you think you could never be more aroused, he proves you wrong. But something’s different about him here. When his beautiful eyes open, the dark fan of his lashes seem to pop against the vibrant blue ringing blown pupils.

Loki’s fingers sink deep into the plump of your ass. He pulls in time with your rhythm, drawing the flat of his feet up. In seconds, he sits up to meet your mouth; his tongue lapping against yours with quiet desperation. Your fingers run down his abdomen and you feel his stomach clench.

“Fill me, baby-” you whine into his open mouth, “show me what Asgard’s finest cock can give me.” Loki grunts in pleasured anguish, thrusting in erratic shudders as he erupts inside your heat. The angle is tight. Fresh seed creams at the seal of your slit and wells around the rim of his half-sheathed cock as he comes undone with a ragged exhale of your name. He captures you in a messy kiss, falling away from your mouth to your chest before collapsing back to the pillows. He squints with one eye, a lazy hand beckoning. “You sure?” There’s an unusual shyness in your voice. Loki nods with a wolfish, lopsided grin; drunk on sex. You shuffle up his abdomen, feeling a thick roll of hot cum settling against your inner thigh. Your fingers curl around the wooden headboard, Loki’s large palms settling on your ass and keeping you high. His head tilts, warm tongue tracing your inner thigh and sucking his seed from your skin. A violent shiver of desire rolls down your spine, making you thrust towards his face.

“I’ll try my best-” he purrs in character from between your legs.

His eyes are all you can see as his tongue outstretches. They disappear as he dips further back, running his warmth between your folds. He tilts his chin up, a white pool collected on his tongue. Loki of Asgard looks up from bottomless eyes, the planes of his cheekbones sharpened. You shoot down and jam your tongue into his open mouth. His cum swirls within the kiss, mingling with the earthy taste of your own pussy – swallows and moans and filth sliding down your throats. Loki gasps loudly as your kiss breaks with a slurp. “Was that in your fantasy?” you ask innocently, resuming your position above his head. “I regret now, that even in the depths of my teenage depravity, it was not,” Loki growled, squeezing your ass-cheeks. He nudges you closer. “Now, finish me,” he orders as he pushes you down against his face. The flat of Loki’s tongue meets your plump clit. Each flush and fat stripe of the muscle has no pretence – he intends to make you climax; and climax hard. Your nails dig into the headboard, scratching down pristine oak lined with gold. Images of Loki as a virginal youth rear in your mind, thrashing in these sheets, under this very ceiling, twisting and unravelling beneath the beat of his fist. Your thighs begin to tremble, held steady by his fingertips sinking deep into the curve of your ass. Loki’s tongue is relentless; it swirls and captures every flush of sparking orgasm and tends it with the next lap of his attentions. Before long, your legs tense – and somehow, one of your hands has tangled in his hairline, pushing him deeper, his nose slotted perfectly at the lip of your mound. The sight is all it takes. “Loki-” you choke, punctuated by a final devastatingly soft lick of his flat tongue over your sex. “Mmrph…” he grunts, brow furrowing. You hold your breath as climax shatters you, the exhale a strangled sob of his name that sings around the ceilings and tumbles out the archways.

You collapse on his chest, the two of you panting heavily. A thin sheen of fresh sweat clings to his skin. You trace the angle of his jaw, smiling as a dream-like peace descends on his features. “Do you think Thor heard?” “From Midgard? I doubt it,” Loki sighs, letting one of his legs fall open to the side. He’s hard again. “But I can let that part of the fantasy slide. Everything else was...perfection, my love.” You prop a fist beneath your chin. “Maybe we just need to try harder.”

“Fuck harder, you mean?” Loki says, a smirk curling the corners of his lips. “You did promise me a palace tour…” you say, drawing your knuckles up the velvet skin of his cock stretching against his stomach. Loki’s smirk grows wider.

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[cherryrikis]

10 MONTHS

PAIRING idol bf!riki x non idol!reader

WARNINGS none

GENRE fluff

SYNOPSIS riki surprises you at home for your anniversary.

with riki off promoting his groups latest album, romance untold, you almost never thought he’d be back for your 10 month anniversary.

so, when you came back from your own job, it was much to your surprise that he was there. your lovely boyfriend remained entirely still in the darkness, waiting for you to turn on the light to see him.

it had been months since you last saw him, last time being during the end of enhypen’s fate plus tour.

riki sat on your couch, a bouquet of flowers in his left hand while he had a teddy bear in the other. when your eyes met, he gestured for you to turn around to look above the door frame. and when you did, there was a sign on the wall that read, ‘happy 10 months, my 10 months love.’

“are you serious celebrating us with your own groups song?” you tried acting annoyed, but he could see through your demeanor, immediately bringing out your smile.

“it’s your favorite song of ours.” he pouted, placing the items down before going up to you.

you looked at him with nothing but pure love in your eyes. and his heart melted. you always seemed to have that effect on him. he may be ‘mysterious’ (as heeseung said), or ‘emo’ (as jake said), but you were the only one who could bring out this side in him.

“i missed you so much. been too long without you.” he mumbled.

riki wrapped his arms around your waist, bringing your head to fall in the crook of his neck. he sighed contently as he felt you inhale his scent.

“it’s good to be home.” “it’s good to have you home.” you pressed a kiss on his lower jaw.

“happy anniversary, to my favorite girl.”

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[xoluvx]

could you do like reader is ovulating while billie is on tour so they have a quickie in her dressing room?? ur literally like the best billie writer on here

ofc baby enjoy and thank you loveeee you’re so sweet 💖🥺

you'd been clinging onto her all day. she just looked so delicious. everything she wore drove you absolutely feral. it didn't help that you were ovulating and all you wanted was for her to fuck the life out of you. you needed her in unimaginable ways. wanted her in inexplicable forms. when you touched her arm, you thought of the ways she could wrap them around you. when you felt her neck, you could feel her lips on your own as she pinned you on the mattress.

it got so bad you whimpered in her ear as she ate her peanut butter and jelly sandwich. you almost had to wipe your drool. you were beyond desperate. as she ate, you brought a finger to the side of her mouth where a bit of jelly clung to her face. wiping it with your index finger, you placed it in front of her face showing her the mess. she looked at your jelly covered finger, closed her eyes, leaned forward and pulled your finger into her mouth. you moaned draping your leg over her thigh practically straddling her.

billie smirked when she released your finger loving the effect she had on you. she loved watching you squirm. get you all worked up. make you think she wasn't gonna give it up. she knew you were ovulating and it just felt like a cruel cruel prank that she was dragging this out. all right up to the point where you were both in her dressing room picking out the outfit she was going to wear that night before touching up her makeup.

when she looked at you through the mirror with those hooded eyelids and the dark eyeliner, you resisted the urge to moan. to strip your clothes and have her look at your naked reflection. to lean over the counter and see if she'd rail you or continue torturing you like she had all day. she bit her lip, turned, and leaned against the counter motioning with her head to come over. like a wild animal pouncing on its prey, you trashed your body towards her wrapping your arms around her shoulders.

"quickie," she mumbled against you lips as she tugged on your bottoms. you nodded desperately. whimpering into her mouth. humming as your pants fell down to your ankles. she twirled your bodies when you stepped out of them pushing you against the counter. you gasped when your back hit the edge, but you were too fucking horny to care. you were sure it was going to bruise, but the only thing that mattered was billie getting on her knees. billie hiking up your leg. billie parting your folds with her tongue watching you with those piercing blue eyes that just popped with the black eyeliner.

her tongue rotated on your clit as you clung to the edge of the counter trying to keep your balance. you were failing. you were failing miserably reaching for the top of her head. the most pornographic and guttural moans escaped your body as you crumbled on top of her. she held your leg firmly so you couldn't close in around her face. she held you open as she feasted pushing herself closer to your cunt. her nose brushed on your pussy. her tongue slapped on your aching clit before dipping into your entrance and oh fuck you were going to explode. the built up to these ten minutes of glory had been so intense.

"five" the voice was loud like the knock that accompanied. it bounced off the walls and in any other circumstance, you would've been startled and scrambling to get her out of her dressing room. today.. today you were so lost in the pleasurable feeling of chasing your high that you completely ignored it. you only swayed your hips faster as billie fucked you with her tongue. as her fingers pierced through your thighs. as you moaned her name so loud you were forgetting all other words in your vocabulary. it was just 'billie, billie, billie' through jagged breath and chokes as she inserted two fingers and that's all it took to lunge yourself forward. folding as you came on her tongue. a wave of relief washing over your body as she resurfaced. her lips glistening. eyeliner running.

"one minute," you muttered as she shook her head with an incredulous smile. you smirked and you wiped her lips. you were never really good at quickies.

[cordspaghetti]

embarrassingly long post incoming but i have a quastion. can anyone who knows stuff about tailoring/clothing design speak on gerard’s suit jackets from the last leg of the mcr tour because i know in an interview marina toybina said she was really particular about those outfits and i feel like there is some cool & kind of unusual work there but i am So uneducated.

like they obvs have lots of waist suppression for thee lovely hourglass silhouette but another thing i noticed is that i feel like both men’s & women’s suit jackets are meant to lay as flat as possible across the chest as a sign of a Good Fit and these tend to not do that. they have the top half of what i saw one random website call “the dreaded X” creases that form around the button when the fit is too tight, but they don’t actually seem to be too tight because the lapels don’t pull way to the sides with arm movement like you’d see for even a good fit (i think…?)

it looks like the button has a kind of medium to low position with the waist taken in far enough that it has to ride up higher than usual to close (or at least rides up super easily, idk, this is my Guess), creating an excess of fabric around the lapels that either folds over or sticks out forwards

and it does this without deforming the shoulders/collar & also while keeping the lower front panels nice and flat—there’s extra fabric in the one area, but everywhere else the structure of the jacket is maintained. which is alllll to say this seems to me like a kind of subtle, “natural” way to add volume to a flat chest without using methods that would be read as drag or otherwise costume-y within the context of a stage performance, like padded undergarments or smth like that.

soo i am wondering if any of you think this is at all a plausible explanation for how the jackets are designed to fit and the illusion they’re meant to create or if it’s probably unintentional slash just a side effect of the jackets being manipulated by arm movements etc.. or if it is in fact possible but being achieved a different way, like with the darts. or if i’m just pointing out the obvious ?! maybe this is just how women’s suit jackets fit & move?

either way… wow what lovely work thank you marina toybina for Everything

(first two pics are by justinmaphoto and then gavin lloyd(?), last pic is by david watson, the others i’m not sure abt im so so sorry they’re from the dregs of my camera roll)

[anonymousicecream]

Not Yet (Rei x M Reader)

Day 6: Edging

Kinktober Masterlist:

*BZZZTTTTT

The vibrating sounds echoing through the backstage, clearly heard by all 6 of the IVE members. Four of them knew exactly what that sound was, one was feeling the sound, and the other one, well, it's Leeseo, so let's leave her pure mind out of this for a moment. On the other side of the stage, you, acting as the group's "man" during their tour in the US, just watch as the crowd enter the arena, getting into their assigned seats. As you divert your eyes to elsewhere, you felt the glares getting shot to you by none other than Naoi Rei. You stared at her while smirking, before you lift your phone up, showing the back side of it while you used your thumb to swipe on the screen repeatedly, causing an increase in movements inside her pussy, caused by the vibrator you control.

Her members looked at her in worry as her body starts reacting more than she would want, and you, as well as her, know that if you don't stop this soon, she might turn into a squirting mess. Knowing how much it impact the group, as well as your finances, you gave everyone who knew a sigh of relief as you turned off the vibrator. Yujin gave you a knowing look and smile as a sign of 'thank you'.

(Timeskip)

It's been around an hour since the concert has ended so you went back to your room. You undressed yourself to relax, having your phone on one hand and a glass of whiskey on the other hand. Your peace was interrupted by the entrance of the same petite Japanese girl you've been teasing. "Well well well, if it isn't Naoi Rei, still in her stage outfit." "It's not really THE stage outfit, but it's basically the same. The only difference is, I use this whenever I finger myself, imagining you fucking me with that big, hard, cock." She said as she sat on your lap.

You finished the glass of whiskey before you grab her by her hips, steadying her as you stand up, effectively carrying her as well. This earned a shriek from her while she also wrapped her arms and legs around you tightly, trying to make sure she won't fall down. You carried her onto the bedroom, where you put her on the bed in a sitting position. You removed her jacket, exposing her sleeveless top. You leaned in to start kissing her on the lips briefly, before moving down onto her jawline and neck.

You used the time to move your hands onto her body, one hand on her midriff, moving down towards her pants, while the other rests on her top, playing with the straps of her top before successfully lowering both straps. You moved your kisses downwards onto her cleavage, kissing them while you also play with her mounds, occasionally setting her bra aside to directly play with her nipples, earning quite the heavy breath from her.

You decided to waste no more time, moving your kisses lower before you got to her pants. You tore her pants apart, before removing her panties gently. "You know that shit cost me a grand right?" She told you. "You know I'm the richest man here right?" You replied, before you insert a finger into her pussy. "FUCK you could've given me a warning." You then continued fingering her for a few minutes, watching as her juices start leaking out of her pussy.

You slowed your pace down while reaching over to grab the vibrator she used before. You set it to the highest pace immediately, watching as Rei's face turned white, getting frightened by the vibrator. "What's the matter babygirl? I thought you enjoyed it." You teased her. "I-I do, it's just, I'll squirt so hard if I do and I don't know if I can survive it." She said, making you chuckle. You immediately put the vibrator on her clit, while also fingering her faster. "F-Fuck I'm close." Rei moaned. You fingered her for a few more times before you pulled out of her completely and turned the vibrator off, making her whine in frustration.

"FUCK WHY DID YOU HAVE TO DO THIS?" Rei shout at you, still pissed at your attempt to edge her, which definitely worked as she's very mad about it. "That's pay back for fucking yourself instead of calling me to fuck you instead." You said as you undress yourself, getting yourself naked alongside her. You slapped your cock on her clit repeatedly, making her whine even more.

"If you wanna fuck me just do it." You surprised her by inserting the vibrator into her tight asshole. "You're crazy." You heard Rei mumble, and you chuckle, knowing that you actually are crazy. "Tell me when you're close and I'll get you over the edge." You say as you enter her pussy, resting for a few moments to let the two of you adjust to each other. It didn't take long for you to start thrusting in and out of her, thrusting slowly as you start exploring her tight pussy, opening the path into her womb after each thrust.

Rei helped by wrapping her legs around your hips, allowing you to get deeper into her before you managed to bottom out inside her pussy. Once you bottomed out, you start grinding up and down inside her pussy, managing to find her g-spot. You start increasing your pace, thrusting into her faster, while also turning on the vibrator. You felt her juices dripping more after each thrust while her pussy also got tighter, signaling her closeness to an orgasm. "I-I'm close." Rei moaned.

You aggressively pulled out of her as well as turning off her vibrator, watching as Rei whine again, her being denied a second orgasm of the night, and third of the whole day. "You're a fucking ass. I'll make sure you'll go through this as well." You watched as Rei tried to grab onto anything to make sure she can get her orgasm, but after minutes of trying, she let down and stopped.

After she got down from her potential high, you flipped her around and raised her ass, spanking it a few times before you pulled her vibrator out and pushing it into her pussy. You turned on the vibrator, setting it at the lowest pace, before you grab a bottle of lube. You poured them on her ass, grabbing some on your fingers and inserting them into her ass, allowing her asshole to get wider. "F-Fuckkk that feels good." Rei's moans were muffled as her face was down on the pillow.

You soon replaced your finger with your cock, pushing into her ass as you didn't allow her much time to adjust to your size as you start thrusting in and out of her slowly, matching the slow pace of the vibrator in her pussy. After she got adjusted to your size, as well as her moans of pain turning into moans of pleasure, you increased the pace of the vibrator while also thrusting deeper and harder into her, allowing you to get deeper inside her.

"F-Fuck I'm close, I'm close!" Rei moaned. You thrusted hard and fast a few times before you pulled out. You grab her by her arms and stood her up, walking her towards the window where you pushed her onto the window. You entered her again, this time thrusting hard and fast into her as you try to chase your own orgasm as well. "F-Fuckkk you feel so good, so good!!!" She moaned while also moving her hands to play with her tits and clit, rubbing them aggressively. "Just imagine those office workers watch as you cum under me, cumming hard all over me." You teased her lustfully, and that was the last straw as not long after, she squirts hard onto the floor and your lower body, squirting the vibrator out from the intensity. You continued fucking her through her orgasm, struggling to keep her steady due to how much she was shaking.

It didn't take any longer before you also came, filling her ass up, spurting load after load after load into her ass, which also made her came again, this time not as intense as before. The two of you took deep breathes as you two came down from your highs, you still inside of her, and the two of you still leaning against the window.

"G-Get off me, I wanna shower." Rei said, and you followed her wishes, pulling out of her before you wait as Rei cleaned herself up. After you clean yourself up, you saw Rei already under the sheets, wrapped under the blanket as she fell into dreamland. You followed suit, getting on the bed next to her and cuddling her from behind, leaving kisses on her neck as you fell asleep as well.

(The next morning)

Your power nap was interrupted in the morning when you felt yourself being sucked into tightness. You groaned, watching as the sun shine into the room. However, the more shocking sight is the one in front of you as you saw Rei, in her black top and panties, sucking you off.

"R-Rei, what are you doing?" "I told you last night I'll avenge you for your actions." She said, before she starts sucking you again. She didn't forget to raise her top, exposing her perky nipples, while also sucking and cupping your balls occasionally, all the while still stroking your hard cock, which is your favorite set of actions whenever she gives you head. "F-Fuck!" You groaned repeatedly, feeling her warm and tight mouth pleasuring your cock. It didn't take long for you to start throbbing even more, and as you felt getting close to your orgasm, she stopped.

She just stopped sucking and touching you.

"R-REI! WHAT THE FUCK?" You asked her in annoyance, and you just saw her laugh at you. "Oh poor boy, now you know how it feels to be edged." She then reached over and grabbed a condom, putting it on your cock before she got on your cock, aligning it with her pussy as she lowers herself gently. She manages to bottom out in one go, and you feel THANKFUL that she put the condom on as you would've cum then and there from her warmth and tightness.

She didn't waste no time, immediately grinding on your cock as soon as she bottoms out, making sure you hit every spot inside her pussy. She increased her grinding pace faster, getting even faster after each time, before she starts riding your cock, riding it in a slow and deep pace, allowing you to get even deeper inside her pussy. It took her a few more rides before you found her g-spot, earning a loud gasp from her.

Already knowing what to look for, you held her hips steady before you start thrusting upwards into her pussy at a fast pace, trying to break her. "FUCK FUCK FUCK YES YES THAT'S IT DADDY!" Rei's moans echo throughout the room as you fucked her hard and fast. It came as a surprise when she came -- HARD -- squirting hard onto your cock as you fucked her. You fucked her through her orgasm, just like last night, but this time, you spared her no breathe as you made sure every milliliter of her juices are extracted from her pussy.

After she finished cumming, you lift her off your cock before flipping the two of you over into missionary position. You removed the condom and threw it away, before pushing into her pussy again, this time raw. "Fuck I can't take it." "I know you can, be a good girl and you will take it." Rei nodded as you start thrusting in and out of her. You waste no time immediately going deep into her pussy, trying to reach your orgasm. You used your hands to play with her tits as you left kisses from her jaw and down onto her tits, sucking them intensely as your thrusts got harder. The sheer fact that her hands are wrapped around your back, scratching and leaving blood trails on your back, combined with her legs wrapped around your hips and thighs allowing you to get even deeper into her, followed by her loud moans and heavy breaths into your ears, helped your orgasm as you eventually climaxed, cumming into her womb.

"FUCK-FUCK-FUCK-FUCK-FUCK." The two of you continued repeating the word while also moaning as you came inside of her, spurting load after load into her womb. Her loud moans, tight and warm pussy as well as her aggressive scratches milked you more than expected as you felt as if you can't stop cumming inside her. Eventually, you managed to pull out of her before immediately crashing down on the bed. The last thing you saw and felt was Rei's arms around your chest and her hair near your face as you fell asleep, this time sleeping in for the whole day, mainly due to the exhaustion you two gave each other from just two sexual sessions.