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lilblackcheezits · 7 months ago

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fresh out of jail - E.Jaeger

your worst fear had came true, Eren had got caught dealing weed. He got three years in prison, three fucking year in jail, three year u had to be away from your boyfriend. It completely crushed you, how were going to be alone for 3 years?

Now Eren on the other hand was heartbroken, he missed his baby so fucking much it hurt, and it was all his fault, not being careful of what he was doing. He thought u we’re going to leave him, he didn’t think you would wait on him, but you loved Eren so much you would wait, cause he was worth waiting for.

1 year later

Eren was on his best behavior, hoping they would let him out early, and spoiler alert he gets out next week. He hasn’t told you about his release but he’s dying to see you, to hold you, to kiss those sweet lips of yours, do all those things he hasn’t done in a year. Him being in jail has been doing his biceps wonders, And you started going to the gym with all the free time you had, and gurlllll that ass was getting bigger(if that was even possible🤭) you look good if you do say so yourself.

That last week in jail never felt to longer, Eren just wanted to be home with you. Finally Monday was here and Connie came to pick Eren up, he just couldn’t wait to surprise you. The whole 30 minute drive to y’all’s house, Eren was just thinking about u. The effect you had on that man was crazy.

You were at home sitting on the couch, a throw blanket one your fresh showered body that smelt like coco butter, u had vaseline on ur lashes, chapstick on ur plump lips, the windows were cracked so the fresh air could flow through the house. Some romance movie was playing on the tv while you we scrolling through insta.

Finally Connie pulled into the driveway, they said there goodbyes and Eren started walking to unlock the front door as Connie pulled away. You we so deep in your phone you didn’t even hear the door open, Eren walked in taking his shoes off. He heard the tv so he walks towards the noise and he see you scroll through ur phone, man you looked like the prettiest thing on the earth.

“mama…” he says almost a whisper, you look up at him and your jaw drops “eren..” you stand up and he runs to hug you, “Eren oh my god- I’ve missed u so fuckin much” you say into his neck. “how are u here I thought u had 2 more years-hmm” he cuts you off with a kiss he’s been waiting so long to do again, and let me tell u this kiss was full of passion and lust, you both pull away because ur out of breath and that when you get a good look of Eren, and DAMN that’s man was ripped. The way his biceps were busting out of his shirt made u want to bust.

Eren noticed u taking a good look at him, and he liked it, he knew he got bigger and he just couldn’t wait to show u. “u look good ren” u say as u look up at him, just for him to by staring right down at u, giving you that smile he knows u love so much, “yea? how good?”

Now to be honest you don’t know how you got here.

“Fuckkkk ma” he smacks her ass “throw that shit on me” he groans. “yesyesyes don’t stop” u drag your words “u got so much fuckin tighter” he say throwing his head back “fuckkkk” he hissed

He’s just pounding into you and he doesn’t care, he misses you and this pussy too much to care. “you like that mama? u like when fuck you hard like this?”

your brain was to foggy to comprehend what he was saying so u we’re just nodding at everything he was saying

he pulled ur hair back so you can look at him in his eyes “i asked you something” “yes i- I love it when you fuck me like this” your honestly just babbling

“I- hngh i missed u s’much ren” “I missed u so much more baby i promise u i will never leave u again, i want to spend the rest of my life with you baby- fuck”

“me toooo ughhb ren imcummig imcumming holy fuckk im cummingg”

“yeah? make a mess on this dick cmon”

“yesyesyes oh my godd” ur practically screaming at this point its been so long since you had sex

Eren cums right after you still fucking his cum into you “ren m’sensitive” you say tiredly trying to push him away

he just smiles at the sight in front of him, his beautiful girlfriend looking all fucked out all because of him

he pulls out and gets up to go grab a warm rag and a blanket

When he gets back he sees y/n passed out on the couch, he wipes her up and puts the blanket over her sleeping body, then goes upstairs to change his clothes

He comes back downstairs to lay on the couch with her and eventually ends up falling asleep too

Eren couldn’t be more happier with being back home with his little mama

authors note!

im sorry if there misspelled words this is my first time writing something like this so i hope yall like it! - vaeh💗

#eren jaeger #eren x reader #plug eren x black reader #black reader #aot

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haedalkoo · 3 months ago

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Hiii! I was wondering if you could talk about the ramyeon convo hahaha, is it flirty or solely about ramyeon?

Thanks so much for your translations and comments 💜

hello !! catching up with all the previous episodes' asks is a little embarrasing bc omg this was so long ago but here we go.

Do I think Jikook flirt with each other like crazy (pun not intended)? Yes. They make things hard to watch. Please get a room guys ! Do I think the ITS 2 ramyeon comment was an innuendo? Oh, absolutely. GET A ROOM GUYS.

Do I think this conversation was? No, not really.

[Shields from the rain of tomatoes]

LISTEN the topic of jk not wanting to eat or regretting eating so much has been a constant. the man was in the middle of promoting Golden, and we know how the industry works. I think the english translation made it sound 'dirtier' than it actually was because words like eating or ones that surround the topic of food can be very sexual. But genuinely I think the whole 'let's shower and we'll see if we change our minds' or 'you don't have to do anything' is literally just. Them craving carbs after a physical activity (the pool makes anyone hungry, c'mon guys) and JK trying to get JM to sympathise with his situation as a Really Hungry Guy That Should Be On A Comeback Diet (and JM being like 'no im eating my ramen with or without u babe <3', just like JK when JM was fighting for his life on that boat and he went 'im def eating tho')

THIS IS JUST MY INTERPRETATION ! I'm aware of how sneaky our Jikook are and they loove to tease so it wouldn't surprise me that this, too, had a double meaning. I just don't see this time, but they flirt. oh if they flirt. MAYBE TOO MUCH !! (im kidding i love flirty koomin GODD I CANT WAIT FOR TOMORROW SAPPORO HERE WE GO)

#anon ask #jikook #jikook travel show #are you sure?!#translation #elatalks #jikook and korean

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not-equippedforthis · 1 month ago

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hellooo im currently blasting blossoms by tad bc of your post about it- i’ve really been meaning to get into this band so hopefully i’ll listen more this weekend!!! if you have any song recommendations i’d be happy to listen, so far i’ve heard that unwanted animal + marbles :]

AAAA hiiiii oh my godd yess!!! TAD is amazing i love their music - im so glad to hear ur getting into them!! (and saw my tags haha)

here are some of my personal favourites:

- the old witch sleep and the good man grace (my all-time favourite for personal reasons (i love the interpretation that its about depression and the fight of the music is cathartic for me) but also just because it goes insanely. insanely hard. like holy shit)

- new york torch song (the duet is beautiful here and i had it on loop for days when i discovered it)

- farewell wanderlust (oh my god)

- drinking song for the socially anxious (wonderful and also very real)

- the horror and the wild (classic. also WELCOMEE TO MY TABLEEE BRING YOUR HUNGERR)

- pray (madeleine's voice. the genuine female rage of it all. lord.)

- welly boots (this one makes me emotional as shit. its beautiful but also makes me cry because for me it has a different personal meaning when i listen to it. gahhh)

havee funnn!! <333 honourable mention is Fair because its such a pretty love song but also because it has a thats what she said joke in it

#tried not to just list their whole discography #not equipped for rambling #not equipped for answering #the amazing devil #tad

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kapi-tanka · 1 year ago

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So I’ve been thinking about the Ramirez family again, my mind wonders at what could have caused the rift between them all. They all seem to think the distance between them is for the best, but each have differing reasons for why.

Andy seems convinced that they don’t need their family, and is better off alone. But I can see in their one good eye, there’s resentment. Resentment and trauma. There’s a sense of abandonment that just emits from them. I get the feeling that Andy has never felt like they belonged anywhere. Even with their family, they never felt understood but I think Andy still loved them. And they loved Andy back, even if Andy couldn’t see it.

Oscar seems convinced he isn’t good enough to be around his family, and they’re better off without him. There’s guilt under his fun loving and free spirited persona. Oscar loves his younger sibling, I can tell, but he never asked for the responsibility of being an older brother.

Ovidio is the hardest for me to read. Maybe that’s why I didn’t realize he’s their uncle and not the eldest sibling lol. I can’t say why but I just feel that Ovidio caused the rift between them all, or at least played a significant hand in it. Ovidio seems to want someone to kill for. He wants someone whose name can justify his actions, but none of his family want to be that someone.

Anyways, that's just my interpretation of your wonderful characters! Sorry that this is a bit long lol. I hope I got some of it right and I look forward to the next piece!

oh my GODD honestly it's insane how accurately you read all of my characters. i'm so so so humbled someone's invested in their story, thank you SO MUCH for you interest and your ask! i'm very sorry it took so long to answer, it's a bit hard to collect my thoughts.. but i truly appreciate your analysis! i made this scheme to support info under the cut. i must warn you that this story's a bit dark in a domestic way and... it's really long lol

so. you're mostly right about ovidio causing the rift! i hope i'm not ruining it for you by telling, i know that stories often seem much more interesting before we know any specific details. but basically the actual tragedy of the ramirez family has it roots not in the interpersonal drama (though it definitely played a significant role in everything) but in the ncr and fallout politics in general. all of them used to live in some independent settlement in california, with its own militia, farms, crop fields and traders before the ncr annexed them. the republic put this settlement through their standard modus operandi with enforcement of taxes and recruiting of many promising and not so promising youngsters in the army, including ovidio who was around 18 at the moment (i even have this sketch below with some arcade and ovidio bonding which kinda summarizes it)

mateo and ramona were traders. obviously, the ncr started to suck resources from the settlement (mostly crops and animal products) and they needed caravans to transport them. ramona and mateo (and some other settlers) took the job and both eventually were killed in one unfortunate trip by raiders (which at least partially are the aftermath of ncr's actions in california and nevada imo). so, as you said, andy was lonely and abandoned from very early on in their childhood. they were raised in this post-annexation "world" where their parents almost never had time for them and were never home. oscar was a bit more fortunate (he's 5 years older and had his chance to spend some quality time with mom and dad) and naturally he took their death harder than andy. ovidio was demoted from the ncr army (it's the whole other story) and came back to provide for children and his own parents. he was around 20 at the moment, oscar was 12 and andy only 7. the three of them grew to love each other with time but it was a baffling shift in family dynamics because oscar and andy were relatively independent kids and had never spent much time with ovidio before.

also oscar really wanted to accompany caravans himself (to get away from home a little and out of sheer curiosity about the world) and ovidio just wasn't having it. it literally was the same conflict between them over and over, so andy had to listen to constant bickering and drama which left a lasting impact on her psyche. the second thing that really traumatized andy was abuela's dementia - this slow decay of the mind of someone who was once very clever and loving. and the third thing... well. once upon a time oscar just LEFT after some especially heated argument and it changed everything once again. he didn't plan to run away for real, just wanted to party a little, to teach ovidio a lesson and to come back home. but he ended up meeting someone cute and kinda postponed and postponed his return to the point of never coming back LOL (he did kinda come back later but... spoilers). just like you guessed, he didn't believe his family needed him because his experience at home was basically doing hard labor and being yelled at. of course his family actually loved him and everyone was scared shitless about him including other settlers but... he never got to know that. he dissappeared without a trace because good luck to anyone who looks for a "dark-haired, dark-eyed lad of medium height" on the wastelands. ovidio didn't find him back then but he really tried, and his life became pretty much centered around this desperate search for oscar. andy grew up into a capable, cold and emotionally unavailable young adult by then. but her brother's escape was like a nail in the coffin of the avoidant attachment style. imagine 1) never having your parents around and losing them to the wastelands, 2) losing your grandma to dementia and seeing her literally not remembering your anymore, a fate worse than death in andy's opinion, 3) losing your brother to the wastelands too but this time he "deliberately" left you 4) losing your uncle to this obsession with finding your brother. andy AGAIN, JUST LIKE YOU SAID felt abandoned by others. they were a shadow, not noticed by anyone, not being anyone's priority, overworked at home, without any way to decide something for themselves. and it was the turning point when poor abuela fell sick and finally died. andy lost her last anchor to the hometown that stopped feeling like home a long time ago. and yeah. whoopsie. she left too! it was the first real decision in andy's life, a hard call to make yet a weirdly freeing one.

later on ovidio dropped what was left of the caravan business altogether and left their settlement too, this time to search for both "kids" who were adults at this point. that's how the things still are during the fnv events - the ramirez family is separated, all of them found some surrogates of familial relationships and left their impact on the political map of california and nevada. they reunite only after the independence ending (achieved by oscar). and speaking of your other observation: "Ovidio seems to want someone to kill for. He wants someone whose name can justify his actions, but none of his family want to be that someone" - it sounds more like how things play out after the big reunion. but... that's a whole other story :) thank you so much for reading and, once again, for this ask! had great time answering!!!

#asks #my ocs #art #fallout #fallout: new vegas #fnv #andy ramirez #oscar ramirez #ovidio ramirez

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lostfracturess · 7 months ago

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hi nici i'm back

So I stumbled on, each day collapsing into the next. Until the next semester started and I remembered I had an actual job.

lmaoooo wait he kinda relatable for that ngl

GASSPPP SHE'S IN THE CLASS HE'S TEACHIGN omg this is so crazy. w all their history. n it's just back to square one. teacher n student. also i cant believe it's been four weeks sighhh

"Have you ever thought about how I felt when I found you?" she snapped, her voice rising. "How terrified I was when you wouldn't respond? When you couldn't even recognize me? When I thought you'd die on me?" She took a shaky breath. "Fuck Satoru, I held your face in my hands while you were barely breathing!"

YES!! LIKE SRS I CAN ONLY IMAGINE HOW TERRIFYING THAT WAS. omg this argument scene i canttt i mean reader kinda spittin facts but also idk it's hard for him too :((

"And that," she leaned closer, almost brushing my lips, "is what makes you the most pathetic person I know."

GODD I'M LOVING THIS FUCKING ANGST RN IT'S SO GOOD. THE ANGER IS SO PALPABLE also i just love how consistently in character reader is

But I also wanted nothing more than to fuck that attitude out of her right then and there.

HELPSDKFJSHDKF i must love toxic bc this had me UHHHHHH HAD ME FEELIN LOTS

:(( omg reader saying she's been waiting for it to get easier n how he said it would (once again proposing the song loml by ts for s&c couple) also KSDJFHSDKL suguru always walking in on them damn. send HIM to therapy too LOL

man i am EXHAUSTED for satoru rn. every single day for him is like a living hell jesus. i mean it CANNOT feel good for him to live this way, obv he's an addict but i guess i always err on the side that it's not really addicts faults?? esp when you know what goes on biochemically when it comes to addictions, they are literally almost impossible to fight, and in a lot of cases, canonically for s&c gojo too, addicts didn't WANT to be come miserable n codependent on substances. a lot of times, it's just bad place/time or someone coercing or influencing them to begin. and then they're fucked for life. the fact he's managed to become a self sufficient professor and maintain surgerical prowess while fighting an addiction is incredible, but he neeeeeds to get clean. like, there's nothing more important rn than for him to just. literally put himself in rehab, in therapy, etc. idk. im word vomiting here but i just really hope he gets genuine professional help. ive always found it interesting how doctors are at times the most careless of their own health

DAMNNN he called her a bitch.

oh my godsshhh the hATE SEX. PLS.

"You're a fucking hypocrite, you know that?" I leaned closer, my mouth close to her ear. "You hate who I am, but you crave this, don't you? Giving up control, being at my mercy. Admit it."

sighhhh. yes.

I leaned down over her, my hand snaking into her hair. I grabbed it tightly, forcing her head up to meet mine. "I love you, first-year," I murmured against her ear. She trembled, but her defiance remained strong. "I hate you." I sighed — always so fierce, makes me wonder what it takes to fuck that stubborn attitude out of her. "It's alright, I love you enough for both of us."

HEEELPPP IM DECEASED THIS IS SO SEXY AND SO TOXIC AT THE SAME TIME SFKJHSDKFJS

damn. this chapter was just pure angst. im ngl gojo's brain is an insane thing, and the way you WROTE THISSS NICI???? literal poetry. i cannot believe how you can make me feel sm emotions n im like exhauted rn. emotionally worn out. but in a good way lol idk if this makes sense, but in the sense that it hurts so good?? anyways yet another awesome chapter, thanks sm for your hard work :''')

hello in part two !!

GASSPPP SHE'S IN THE CLASS HE'S TEACHIGN omg this is so crazy. w all their history. n it's just back to square one. teacher n student. also i cant believe it's been four weeks sighhh

they really are back to the beginning, but still everything changed, i loved this idea that they have this kind of seeing each other for the first time again in class as like in the beginning of the story 🫠💔

HELPSDKFJSHDKF i must love toxic bc this had me UHHHHHH HAD ME FEELIN LOTS

lol you're not the only one haha

also KSDJFHSDKL suguru always walking in on them damn. send HIM to therapy too LOL

poor suguru – the man needs a break from walking in on this trainwreck of a relationship. and yeah, a good therapist wouldn't hurt him either 😂😂

& yes ur talk about addiction is spot on. it breaks my heart, too, because that ongoing internal struggle is a huge part of what makes gojo such a compelling character.

his addiction isn't just a simple choice, it's incredibly complex, especially when you factor in his history and the immense pressure he faces every day. and his self-hatred and guilt just fuel the cycle.

and yes gojo desperately needs help, but for him, there's that added layer of fear – the fear of vulnerability, the fear of failure, and the overwhelming belief that he doesn't deserve help. really tragic. shame the author for writing this pewww !!

DAMNNN he called her a bitch.

i found it hilarious ngl 😂😂

ahhh, thank you so so much for always reading, commenting, and sharing your thoughts so generously ellie. it truly means the world to me 😭😭❤️

#inbox

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alicentsultana · 8 months ago

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Where do I even begin ?

Oh let’s start with the fact that your writing style was INSANE .I really love the way you describe things .Dark Alicent my beloved you were done justice in this .

And Alicent having Aegon to attend lessons ma then granting him so wine was such a goof bit and I do think that was in character for both of them .

Alicent played the dutiful way after Viserys died (“Let him rest!”) was such a delicious detail .I really felt for Aegon when he takes the throne and it’s such a nightmare but if he stays delusional his family (and any possibility of recognition)is dead .I SEE what you were doing with Helaena’s warnings and I love it .

The politics in this were all so delicious .Weird word for talking about politics but reading about the Black box and Corlys as hand and Lord Arryn and Rhaenyra’s pregnancy was so engaging .

Alicent losing three kids was a change that struck me ,and I find it interesting because a lot of women lost children in medieval times and now we don’t even know if they actually lost them or even had them so it was interesting in the historical sense .And really sad because the scene where she is caressing her empty belly really did something to me .I stared at the phone for like ten minutes .

Alicole in this was INSANE ,like wdym she literally said she wanted to have his babies ? What do you mean she’s PLANNING to make him hers ? Not that it makes me unhappy actually I was kicking my feet the entire time .

Alicent’s dream was such a haunting and good bit .Aemond being his cunty self my beloved .And you mentioning Daeron with Criston …the way you wiew Daeron is so heartwarming he is such a KID .

And ofc her last words to Viserys were so cunty and so hunting .The way she took his life and the only possibility to ease his guilt after what he did to Aemma was probably the best bit of the entire chapter .”See you in Hell” GODD

I’m so ready for the second chapter and I really thank you for this fic already because it made my day better .

YOU GO ALICENTSULTANA

Omg, thank you so much!

Lessons in exchange for wine is something that totally would happen, this is soft manipulation/motivation.

Alicent must be a cancer, I can feel it, it's in my blood. I have wondered for a long time what is a major manipulation feature one can express, and I totally would play dumb and heartbroken just to see the outcome and cover my actions, I gave her this to make her truly unhinged.

Aegon is doing it for his children and his siblings, this is the sole reason, wine also. I think he used Helaena's vision to justify his actions and feel less guilty about it, but don't worry, there will be no remorse coming.

I'm not a politics girl, like I don't understand anything about it, so in my head I always justify everything as "political undisclosed reasons", but then, Alicent is a politician, her father and life taught her the hard way, so she had, as queen mediator, to act. Including taking risks with helping Corlys raise to position - one snake + one snake = naja and coral. She must be suttle, must analyze everything, every step, no faux pas.

Corlys is playing for the winning team when is convenient, though don't ask me what he will tell his wife.

I also pondered who would be a major Lord who could prove himself against Rhaenyra, and who better than the brother of her mother. Throughout s1 she stroked me as being relapse and naive about the power of court women, while Alicent entertained them, Rhaenyra was mostly doing faces and throwing some tantrums. Who's to say she wouldn't offend, unknowingly, a member of her own extended family? The Arryns are a super important house, and are her relatives, losing them is losing the vale.

Let's not mention Viserys health deteriorating and her doing what? Thousands years of honeymoon? Alicent was pregnant and holding a child while the world was falling apart and pretty girl was doing what? This will be brought up again in the future. Viserys would 100% overlook and think nothing of it (as always).

I have an hc that she had at least three more pregnancies, though she would have lost them by natural causes, I decided to make her get rid of them herself, and lamenting it because obviously she wouldn't want to do it, but she couldn't bring herself to birth more children to an ungrateful crown. I believe after Aemond, she would often tell Criston like "oh, i wish they were yours" both because she lost faith in Viserys, but also because Criston was the dadTM and she's in love with him.

They are very much aware of their feelings, but my intention was to do it much more mature and heavy, more wild and on edge, they are certainly more touchy, more open, not that many notice or see it happening beyond some of her servants and Westerling (he have a keen eye).

But again, they would never be caught red handed (god I really want to post the second chapter, people will scream).

Even if he's already hers, Alicent doesn't content herself with halves, she wants the whole meal, the whole experience.

Daeron will always be a baby, he's not allowed to grow up, he stays in mini size, pocket size. Though she would want it, Alicent won't get pregnant again, she doesn't have the energy to do so, and she is Dowager Queen, she has an image to keep.

She hates Viserys, like, actively, fervently. Alicent wanted to say those words when he was alive but she couldn't risk him not dying.

I'm so glad this made your day better, this is always the major intent! Chapter 2 will come soon, I'll try to post it as soon as possible.

Thank you so much for reading and telling me what you thought of it!

#ask #insights #author's idea #pro team green

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borathae · 3 months ago

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Hello sibu, I’m the anon who sent in the ihyily tae mommy kink last year and this year again ( clearly I won’t get the hint and let it go💀). So i read somewhere in your answers how you wanted the requests to be more detailed, I apologize for now giving it more details but im back to paint you an entire picture. Disclaimer, the seasons I didn’t is because you’re an artist. I really didn’t wanna give me two scents when I know we have goddess sibi amongst us anywayysys

So tae has been at home and helping out a lot since the birth of their child. For the first month the didn’t even try to leave for work and took his paternity leave to help our oc with the baby. So our story is set a little later and tae has slowly started increasing his hour at work to makeup a little for the lost time but not too much. Until last week!!! a huge project has come up at work and he has been coming home a little late. Their little babygirl is just around 6 months for the technical math, you can obviously play around with the timeline.

One of these night tae comes home and doesn’t find oc asleep in their bed as she usually is. He calls out her name but to no avail, he is just tired and he is groggy which is why it takes him a minute to realize that she would could be in the nursery. He goes there to find oc putting their baby to sleep. Now here is where I would like to realllyyyyy paint a picture!! This is what oc is wearing https://x.com/mugierism/status/1488201005741264899?s=46 and the the lights are dim in the nursery because it’s might night and of course she has just put their babygirl to sleep. Tae stands still at the door and admires oc until she turns out and notices him. He comes close, kisses her and hugs her and he starts to speak “why didn’t mommy go to sleep early today?” “did mommy just put our little angel to sleep?” “You’re the best mommy” etc anything along those lines which affects him A LOT. so he continues on to talk to her but keep referring to her as mommy. They walk to the lounge and sit together where tae starts talking about the project with her she keeps caressing him to relief him of his hard day and slowly but surely “can mommy also take care of me” type slips in and turns into a very subby, very good boy, very much mommy kink fuck! AAAAA im so hot and heavy right now.

So last year when I suggested this kink to you, I had a very wolf of the Wall Street-esque type scene in my head https://youtu.be/x-51mt2tIVw?si=1LJB6V4w-wieN7z5 very similar vibe but ONLY tae refers to oc as mommy and it only turns sexy and tae gets more and more into a subby headspace until they have sex in the nursery.

I hope I made it a little clearer, to be very honest I don’t even remember what kinks I clicked on but I’m pretty sure they were all along the lines of subby tae, teary eyed wanted to be fucked by mommy oc. I understand that the main story didn’t really have oc as a DOM but sometimes I think characters, just like us in real life, can act differently in different sexual scenarios. Oh and also, if you don’t want to write about ihyily tae then you can write about some other fictional tae who is a father who came home to his wife 😭 I really wouldn’t mind.

you clearly won't let it go, no 💀😂

OKAY THE ROPE OMFG SO PRETTY godd no wonder he goes crazy for her, I'd feel so sexy in it JDFJASDJF hhihiih 🙊 also, I like the entire idea of him getting needy and subby for her because she looks so pretty (also foot stuff yup I'm into that. like him kissing her feet and up her legs as he knees in front of her? yum). I won't be writing them having sex in the nursery though because I don't feel comfortable writing smut where it is implied that minors are present. So if I write this, they will be fucking somewhere far away from their baby daughter.

you wanted a nursing handjob HFADSHFH and said that he should be very subby and cute 👀

#asks #anon #th thirst #thirsty thursday

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zillyeh · 7 months ago

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Sticking Point

This is a REALLY old drabble that I never intended on posting. I edited dialogue tags a little but not much else. This takes place around a year or two before where they are now, ie they're not living together in this nor are they together in an official capacity. Also I hadn't given Zippie his backup pronouns yet so entirely she/her drabble be upon ye. Content warning? In order to get Zippie lore you must endure 15 seconds of boob grabbing, hope you understand. Other suggestive conversation as well but nothing explicit. Characters: Zippie, Bessba

Zipper had always had good control of her nerves. She had to, considering the usual, sparking consequences if she didn't.

Unfortunately, tonight was the night she unraveled. On purpose, even. The edges of her façade frayed with every step up to Bessba's apartment. The aggressive crinkling of the plastic under her arm certainly didn't help. Flowers. Roses. They're too much. What had she been thinking getting this many? In Bess' colors too?

Running back downstairs was a tempting option, one she seriously considered until she landed in front of Bess' door.

"Oh fuck me," she mumbled sliding her hand over her already slicked back hair. She knocked hard three times, wondering if Bess could even hear that. Maybe flowers weren't enough. Maybe she should have brought chocolate. Or pickles.

"Coming!!" She heard muffled and far away from behind the door. Zippie gripped the rose stems tighter, her breathing nearly stopped in her chest. Bess… She'd finally truly gotten over hating what hearing her voice did to her, and now just ached to hear more of it.

In a hasty motion she hid the pink and orange bouquet behind her back, just as the door swung in.

Bess was makeupless- white lashes and brows stark against her skin- and very comfortable looking. Shorts short enough to be swallowed up by the shirt she wore- which, Zippie realized with a thud of her heart- was hers.

"Zippie!" She grinned, stepping back inside, but promptly covering her face with a hand. "Oh my godd if I knew you were coming I would have actually gotten dressed."

"It's fine," Zippie said, shutting and locking the door behind her with one hand. "I like you in my clothes."

A touch of pink rose to Bessba's cheeks. She made as if she were going to defend herself, but stopped.

"Are… those for me?" she asked, eying the roses in her hand. Zippie looked away, offering them less ceremoniously than she'd intended to.

"Uh, yeah. I saw them and thought of you." Not entirely untrue, but she had made sure that this bouquet specifically was just the right colors.

Bess' flush deepened when she took them, a heart wrenching little smile on her face when she looked from them to Zippie.

"Well, um. Thanks," she said, looking somewhat expectantly at Zippie.

"Oh, right," she said after a beat. She unhooked the mask from behind her ears and tucked it in her pocket. She kicked off her boots at Bess' door as well.

"There you are!" A real grin spread across Bess' face again. She leaned and kissed Zippie on the marred cheek. Anything she had to say was lost to the warmth that rushed to her face.

Bessba laced her fingers through Zippie's, dragging her through the semi open plan apartment to the kitchen. The excitement pouring through her palm was almost overwhelming.

"So what brings you around? You've been, like, hard to get ahold of." Bess ducked under the sink counter, leaving her flowers on top.

"Oh y’know. I was in the neighborhood." Zippie shrugged, willing her throat to be less dry. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything."

"Omg no, of course not." Bess thunked a pretty pink vase up on the counter, standing up. "Like, you're always allowed to drop in!" As she spoke, she saw to moving her flowers to a nicer home to slowly die in. "These are super pretty by the way."

"I knew they reminded me of you for a reason," Zippie said, a little smile pulling at her mouth. She stepped to Bessba's side, putting an arm around her waist. She pecked her on the cool cheek, doing it again when she turned pink.

"How've you been, Bess?" she murmured, watching as Bess shakily fixed her arrangement in the vase. "I am sorry. I've been busy."

"It's- I mean, I'm fine," she stammered, leaning into Zippie's touch. "I missed you. A little."

"I missed you too," Zippie hummed, somewhat into her gills. "I've been… Thinking about things, Bessie." She hesitated before continuing.

"...Us."

Bessba stiffened under her touch, turning her head so she could look at her.

"Really?" she asked, her voice uneven. Zippie could feel her pulse quicken, and a lot of emotions radiate off of her at once.

"Mhm. I… want… I wanna make us work, Bess."

"Zippie, I-"

"But."

"...But."

"I- Bess I need you to know who I am. Was."

"...Okay."

Zippie shifted, taking both of Bessba's hands in hers. Zippie couldn't quite meet Bess' big, confused eyes. Zippie pulled her back, leading her across the room to Bess' couch before she said anything else. Bessba allowed herself to be lead and sat down.

Zippie sighed, sitting cross legged on the cushion next to her. Bess watched expectantly as Zippie plucked the grey contacts out of her eyes, placing them in their little case.

"That's better," she said, though she sounded unsure if it was. Zippie already felt more exposed than she wanted to be tonight, but less than she was going to be.

Far, far less.

"You know my name's not really Zipper." She started, taking Bessba's hand again.

"Um, I kind of thought so," Bessba nodded, watching Zippie play with her fingers. "But it… is? Like… to most of us."

"I know. I want to keep it that way, but… I want you to know."

Bessba paused and pursed her lips, looking at Zippie carefully.

"Does anyone else…"

"Amy met me before I took on Zipper," Zippie sighed. "So did Zeke. But, uh, nobody else alive." Bess nodded.

"My name is- I'm Zvejia," Zippie said slowly, her own name foreign but relieving on her tongue. "Gozjam."

"Z-Zvejia Gozjam." Bess repeated, struggling a bit on pronunciation. A strange sort of chill shot through Zippie when she said it.

"I like it," she said, scooting slightly closer. "Do… you want me to call you Zvejia when we're, like, alone..?"

"Please," Zvejia said, almost aching to hear her say it again. "I'm… uh… not from the city. I'm from the woods. The swamp."

"Ohh like me!"

"Too much like you," Zvejia sighed, running her thumb over the botched stitch marks on her cheeks.

"Huh?" Bess tilted her head, studying Zippie carefully. Then, after a moment, she clapped a hand to her mouth.

"Oh my god no way."

"Mm," Zvejia hummed. She took Bessba’s other hand, gently leading it to her rough cheek. Bess hesitated, but ran her cool fingers against the raised scarring. She traced the X shape leading from near her ears to her lips, following where those lines extended to her chin.

“All this…”

“I… got the fins on my face dealt with when I was real young. Too young. Did it myself, actually,” Zippie said, tentatively leaning into her touch. Bessba wordlessly followed the line of her jaw to her throat. Zippie stopped her before she could get too far down.

“That one actually was a botched throat slitting, sweetheart.”

“Oh. Sorry.” Bessba scooched closer putting her hand back onto Zippie’s cheek.

“So…”

“So… I…” Zvejia took a shaky breath, lacing her fingers through Bessba’s. “I need a second. Hang on.” Her breathing was starting to feel shallower as her ‘second’ quickly turned to more of a ‘minute.’

“Zip- Zvejia?” Bessba asked, alarmed. With her hand still on her face, Zippie could feel her concern grinding against her own bubbling panic attack. She pulled back, putting her face in her hands and shaking her head. Bess was still close enough to feel her… hurt? about being pushed away. It was under swirling layers of confusion, so it was hard to tell.

"Nnh, I'm sorry. Hang on. Hang on."

Bess watched Zvejia try to settle her own breathing. Touching her unprompted was out of the question, so was interrupting her breathing pace, so Bess felt frustratingly useless like this. Zippie’s wrist rivets sparked green a few times before the rise and fall of her chest evened out.

"My powers…" Zippie sighed with her head still in her hands after a moment. "When you touch me like that I feel… things."

"...Things?" Bess tilted her head, daring to scoot a little closer now. Zippie nodded and lay her hand over Bess'.

"Aside from the regular things you make me feel… Your feelings."

"My- oh. Oh. Is- oh snakes that's embarrassing. You can... like, read minds?"

"No. Just… emotional… sparks. It's loudest when I'm skin to skin. With you, especially." Bess made a cute little ‘hm’ and put her other hand over Zippie's.

"What am I feeling right now?" she asked, staring at her intently. Zvejia snorted and laced their fingers together.

"...Curious. Surprised..? Something else... but that could just be me."

Bessba hummed, carefully placing her free hand back on Zvejia's cheek. Zvejia shivered, but didn’t look away from her or the big pink eyes taking in her features.

"What about now?" Bessba breathed, holding herself mere inches from her face. Even if Zippie couldn’t feel the heartache firing off her fingers and mixing with her own, it was impossible not to see it in her eyes anyway.

“Bess…” she sighed, pressing her forehead against Bessba’s. “I’m sorry. I love you.”

“I love you too, Z- Zvejia.” Bessba murmured. Her gills fluttered and she leaned in, kissing Zippie in a way she never quite had the opportunity to before. Zvejia pulled her closer with an arm around her waist, pulling her up onto her lap.

“I wasn’t done,” she breathed against her neck. Bessba rested her cheek against Zvejia’s forehead.

“You don’t have to talk about it.” Bess softly ran her hand along the scars on her cheeks.

“But I want to.” Zvejia grumbled, tapping her fingers against the tattoo on Bessba’s upper thigh. “I don’t think we… I can do this until I do. And its- I can’t. Not without... Ugh.”

“Shhh, we have time, baby,” Bess cooed, her voice almost more soothing than her touch. Zippie flushed at the pet name, her foundationless cheeks giving her away in an instant. Bessba grinned and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“Stay the rest of the day?” she offered when Zvejia didn’t respond. “We can work up to the next part?”

Zvejia hummed, lacing her fingers back through Bessba’s.

“I guess…” she said, leaning back slightly to look at her better. “What do we do until then, hm sweetheart?”

The sound of Zvejia’s gravelly voice calling her sweetheart turned Bessba pink. The spark of her emotions was… complex to say the least.

“Oh I felt that one, babygirl,” Zvejia said with a crooked smirk.

“Shut uuup,” Bess huffed, turning away. Zvejia tilted her face back towards her, nearly touching her lips with her own.

“Hmm, no. You’re cute when you’re embarrassed,” she said, keeping her voice in that same low purr.

“Ugh you’re so annoying,” Bessba said, getting her arms comfortable around Zippie’s shoulders before kissing her again. Zippie grinned into their kiss, putting her hands up Bessba’s shirt to get a good hold on her waist.

“Wait.”

“Hm?” Zvejia paused, drumming her fingers on her back. “What’s up?”

“If... you can feel what I feel… does me feeling… uh the way you make me feel make you feel… like that too?”

“Bess... what?”

Bessba flushed, flustered through the tips of Zippie’s fingers.

“I- y’know, like. If I’m all hot for you does it… do anything for you if you can feel that?”

Zvejia snorted, which turned into a wheezy laugh after a few seconds.

“Hey, don’t laugh at me!” Bess protested, even though Zippie’s laugh was close to becoming contagious.

“It’s a funny question, Bessie,” she grinned, pecking her on the lips. “Mmm as for the answer… Sort of. You do somethin’ else entirely to me as it is, princess. Knowin’ it’s me who gets you all hot and bothered would do a lot for me even if I couldn’t feel it.” Zvejia moved her hand up her shirt, grabbing one of Bessba’s braless boobs. Bess gasped when she rolled the bar in her nipple with her thumb.

“Oh actually yeah that does something for me now that i think about it.” Zippie said through a grin. “Go figure.”

“Oh my god you are like actually the worst.” Bess half moaned.

“Want me to stop?” Zippie offered, knowing the answer.

“Nnnh keep touching me. Kiss me again too while you’re at it.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Zvejia did as requested, running her other fingers across Bessba’s gills when she leaned back up to Bess’ face. Bess shivered. She leaned into Zvejia’s kiss, her touch. After a moment, she shifted in her lap, pulling her shirt up over her head. Zippie adjusted so Bess could better straddle her.

“Aw, aren’t you gonna get cold, princess?” She teased as Bess struggled to get the collar around her horns.

“Um, no. That’s what you’re here for.” Zippie laughed and Bess threw her shirt behind the couch.

“Yeah, Bess?” Zippie asked with a grin. Bessba nodded and pressed herself up against her. Zvejia ran her knuckles up Bess’ back.

“Mhmm. You wouldn’t let me freeze, would you Zvejia?” She asked with a little pout. Zvejia’s smile faltered a little bit, making Bessba pause.

“Bad?” she asked, concerned once again. “If Zvejia’s too weird-”

“It’s not that Bessie,” Zvejia sighed, “I like hearing it, especially from you, it’s… I don’t even know what it is. There’s something wrong with me.”

“Right. Um. I can… put my shirt back on then.”

“I mean-”

“I am nooot sitting here with my tits out if you’re not doing anything with them.” Bessba huffed, sitting up on her lap.

“What if I need a stress ball or two? I'm very fragile right now.” Bessba gave her a look. “Alright, alright, actually, I have a better idea. Hop off for a second hon.” Bess backed off back to her side of the couch. Zvejia sat up and pulled off her own shirt, looking almost more clothed with how much of her skin was covered in ink. She tossed it at Bess, then rubbed her own neck.

“There we go. Two birds. Here-” Zvejia sighed shakily and turned her back to Bessba, crossing her legs under her. In the busyness of the tattoos that swirled around her shoulders, the raised rivets that followed the lines of her shoulder blades twinkled in Bess’ apartment lights.

“I want… you to touch my back.” She said, sounding unsure of that herself. She pulled her hair over over her shoulder as Bess got dressed.

“I- Zippie?” Bess sounded somewhat alarmed. “Are- are you sure? I thought-”

“Be gentle with me, Bess,” she sighed. “But yes.”

Bessba cautiously moved forward, adjusting her new shirt as she did so. Her fingers found the raised scarring around one of those rivets- nearly invisible in the intricate snake patterning that sat there.

“My… powers didn’t used to be like this,” Zippie said, tensing up as Bessba explored further. She let off feeling her do so, but kept her fingers on her back. “But I wanted to be stronger. So we joined a cult.”

Bess paused for a moment, but let Zvejia continue.

“There was this guy. Purple. Powerful. Magic is the only way to describe what he could do. I wanted that. To be able to protect myself and-”

Zvejia took a deep breath, touching her fingers to her temples.

“It started off as normal as cult shit gets. ‘I am God and I can give you my blessing’ blah blah blah. ‘Move into our little religious compound so we can keep you safe and under our eye.’ Y’know. Normal. We were skeptical, me not nearly enough, but it was… fine for the most part.

“He saw something in us. And a few others. I’m not sure how many of us he brought to the labs, but there were enough.”

Bessba traced between her rivets, gentle enough to make Zippie shiver, but rough enough to keep her mind in Bessba’s apartment. For the most part.

“I was eager at that point. So was… she… But it could have been for my sake. It probably was.” Zvejia sniffed, and let out a shaky breath.

“The shit he and his warden did to us… I got what I fuckin wanted, but I died for it. My lusus did. And for that I… got plugged into the facility’s power grid.”

“Oh- Zippie no-”

“Mm.” Zvejia shifted slightly, resting her head on the arm of the couch. Bess ran her thumb over one of her rivets, making Zvejia shiver.

“I… got out… Eventually…”

“Not... we?”

“I hate that you’re observant when you want to be,” Zvejia grumbled. “Not we.”

Bessba waited for a moment, speaking again when Zvejia wouldn’t.

“Was it… Endara?” She asked quietly, trailing her fingers across the arm that held that same name. Zvejia clenched her fist and nodded.

“It was her idea to get out of there. They did shit to her too, different, but… I just… we weren't supposed to make it. I don’t know how I did. We overloaded the fucking place and blew a crater into Delhon but I got out without a scratch on me somehow.

“Well... No new scratches, anyway.” Zvejia sighed and leaned into Bessba’s touch feeling… almost soothed by it.

“I’m… sorry, Zee,” Bess said softly, pressing a kiss between her shoulders. Then another one, trailing up between each rivet.

“It’s not your fault.” Zvejia shivered against her lips. “But that’s… Mostly it. I- obviously there’s more, but… I mean…”

“Can I ask you something, Zvejia?” Bess asked, shifting back as Zvejia started to sit back up.

“Go ahead, darlin'.”

“How old are you?”

Zvejia smiled an almost sad sort of smile.

“Thirty… six I think. I spent a lot of time down there so I don’t really remember. Why?”

“Ohhh so you’re, like, oollld,” Bess teased, settling back in against Zvejia’s bare chest. She snorted and flicked at one of Bessba’s fins.

“Ten sweeps ain’t mean that much at your age, do they Bess?” She asked, somewhat amused. Bess stuck her tongue out, tracing the lightning on Zippie’s chest.

“Maybe I think old women are hot,” Bessba said with confidence. Zvejia laughed and squeezed her closer, giving her a kiss on her forehead.

“Shut up. I- you know it feels… better getting that much off my chest.” Zvejia paused for a moment, looking into Bessba’s big pink eyes. She was unsure if the overwhelming affection she was feeling was from the sparse contact Bess was making with her bare skin, or if it was just… Bessba. The affect she had on her and her impeccable nerves. It could be neither. Both. Something divine. Either way, she was positive of at least one thing:

“I want you to be mine,” she murmured.

“I always have been,” Bess whispered back.

“I love you Bessba. I’m- in love with you. ” Zvejia pulled Bess’ face closer, feeling her own cheeks warm at her earnestness. “I should have done this sooner.”

“I get why you couldn’t,” Bess sniffed, “I’m, like, super in love with you too.”

Zvejia kissed her, softer than Zippie tended to be, even with Bess. She felt Bessba sigh, lazily wrapping her arms around her neck.

“Anything you want, Bessba.” Zippie murmured. “I will do anything you want me to, for as long as I can.”

“...Does that mean I can have the-”

“No it does not. Now c’mere.”

Zvejia kissed her again, this time taking Bessba's face between her palms.

#Zilly drabbles #Zippie tag #Bessba tag #Zipper Anthem #Bessba Vionyi #Thundersnow #the way i describe zippies voice in this is so sexy i might pass away #remembers how i made her sound like: oh shes HOT hot

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fluffypotatey · 1 year ago

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Hello! More Júhua content I'd made, if you're not sick of it me yet! Have some musical moments of hers:

1. A comic of Júhua walking around in Old Europe (Italy?) contemplating humanity's inconsistent consistency before discovering her new love, and rambling to SWK about it like a madman.

2. Júhua and her playing the violin and cello. She plays it to calm her two monkey men, and also to drown out Mackeral ranting about SWK like the loser he is.

3. Júhua singing karaoke. Júhua and MK singing a duet together, and the former going so hard he had to take a break. Júhua is still primed for another round.

I hope you enjoy these! Will any future one-shots include the train ride the Crew rode on last time? Does Júhua have suspicions that MK is not as human as he thinks he is?

Additional note: I was thinking of MK being possibly molded by Nuwa, Goddes of Creation, and SWK, being made by her own creations instead, and it makes me think of the metaphor for AI programs and programmers and how SWK was formed through the amalgamation of AIs instead of normal creators and Nuwa is a programmer who created MK but maybe basing him on SWK, an anomaly himself. Hope the rambling makes sense.

OH MY GOD THEY ARE WONDERFUL 😍😍😍

that little comic of Júhua finding a violin for the first time is EXACTLY how i envisioned it lmao. and her little ramble to Wukong while he’s giving a monkey a head scratch 🥺

AND THE POSES OF HER PLAYING 😍 they were beautiful AND HER PLAYING WHILE MK AND SWK SIT TOGETHER 😭😭😭😭 (cackled at the macaroni one lmaooooo he better watch out 😂)

AND KARAOKE!!!! i totally forgot i told you about that but it’s so cute 🥰 MK and Júhua bonding time T^T

also, i had to check if i posted anything about her sabbatical to make sure if you reading my mind or not lol (bc i am writing something related to that i was a little freaked out with how close you were lmao)

and for your questions:

Yes! We will get back to the train ride but it coincides with the Samadhi ritual so it’ll be a couple more before we get back

i have seen the theory about MK being a creation of Nuwa 👀 it’s very interesting but tbh a lot about MK’s origins are up in the air so there isn’t really anything I am positive on (I will let you know that I do play with that theory in this AU :3 )

oooooh love that comparison actually 👀 bc I definitely agree that MK was probably made by someone who was inspired by Sun Wukong’s power. (Although I don’t know much about AI to really give you that great of an analysis :(

For Júhua asking about MK’s origins…..why don’t I show you a fun conversation between Sun Wukong & Júhua >:3

“So he was also born from a stone?”

“Look, I’m flattered, but couldn’t you just find some other magical stone egg?”

“Oh, Monkey King, there is no other stone like yours.”

“Yeah, just…a little differently.” Wukong sucked in a breath. “He was hatched earlier, for one. It’s why I agreed to place that seal on him. MK could barely control it before and for someone so new and fragile…it wouldn’t be safe. He just needed some more time.”

#your drawings give me life deary #i would never tire of it #hope you liked the snippet :)#it’s for part 9!#(also part 8 is out sorry forgot to promote that lol)#lmk #lmk oc art #lmk oc #huáng júhua (黄菊花)#lego monkie kid #asks #long post

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lokisprettygirl · 2 years ago

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Oh my godd Lovin this more and more.

I love them flirting with each other it's adorable, cackled when she was talking about Norse stuff and I imagined him to be like

That Little steamy moments and their thoughts were wonderful 😍 he's trying so hard to not ruin this thing but boy we want the same thing so ruinnnnn it.

I enjoy reading about their little dates and ofcourse she had to work at the wrong timing 🥺 now he's worried sick, he should probably get her number now. Hopefully he'd be there next morning to see her

Love you so much my dearest ❤️

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

An Encounter in Winter ❄️

Loki and female reader

Chapter 3

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2

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

Warnings: none but lots of flirting, some lusting for each other and getting more physical, Thor being a nice big brother and some angst in the end

Sitting in the lovely café in the afternoons became a part of your daily meetings, too. One week later, as you and Loki had planned, you visited the art gallery. There were not many people visiting the exhibition today but it was a nice location with interesting and impressive pieces of art.

When you two stood in front of another impressive art object you felt Loki looking intensely at you again.

Most of the time Loki's attention was dedicated to you. His gazes lingered more on you than on the pictures and art objects. You felt him looking at you all the time but you didn't find it unpleasant. Truth be told, you loved it. It was balm to your soul…and you liked that he was so distracted by you. It was cute and he was adorable.

"Something else caught your attention, Mr.Laufeyson?" You teased him, mischievously grinning and still staring at the object.

"Oh..ahhmm..no..yes, I'm..ahhm sorry, I didn't want to stare but you…you are …a piece of art too…a very beautiful one." he stammered and complimented you with reddening cheeks.

His pathetic tries to flirt with you were awkward. He wasn't good at it. Seducing a woman was much easier for him.

You laughed lightly and faced him. You found it quite adorable how he tried to flirt with you.

"I'm absolutely not, Mr.Laufeyson but thank you for that wonderful compliment. Shall we see the next room?"

"Yes, let us go to the next room..and you are beautiful, Lady y/n."

"Stop that, otherwise I'm starting to believe it!" you whispered smiling at him and you hooked your arm with his and went together to the next room.

After visiting the art gallery you two went straight to the café. You were the only guests today and Loki wondered why.

"It's December 24th, the people are busy with Christmas preparations and getting everything ready for Christmas Day tomorrow," you explained to him.

"Oh, okay. I'm just wondering because I'm not very familiar with midga–...with some traditions."

"You don't celebrate Christmas with your family?"

"No…not really and I'm not really into it to celebrate such things. My brother and his friends do. But I wasn't aware that's a general thing here."

"Yes, I get that. I loved Christmas when I was a child. And when I lived in Norway I loved celebrating Christmas together with my then-fiancé and our lovely neighbours. I loved the Norwegian traditions and customs. Especially the tradition on 'Jul Aften' when brooms and mops were hidden to prevent the night trips of the crazy ghosts and evil witches who wreak havoc on Christmas night."

"That sounds awesome and funny, I love me some mischief and havoc-wreaking too," Loki said.

"Yessss, it can be really fun sometimes," and you laughed.

"Are you familiar with such traditions and customs Mr.Laufeyson?"

"I am…no…not really." He tried hard to avoid sounding suspicious.

"I also heard something about Norse mythology when I lived in Norway but didn't delve deeper into the details. I have always been too busy with work. But I found it quite interesting …god of thunder, all-father Odin, the only Norse gods I've heard about…did you know that there are days of the week which are named after them?"

"I…don't know that much about it, no… but it sounds interesting, indeed."

You saw Loki tensing and squirming on his chair and you wondered why. Did you say something wrong? Loki hoped you wouldn't dwell deeper on the subject. Of course, he knew everything about it.

"And nowadays you prefer to be here together with me instead of preparing everything for tomorrow?" Loki asked you, carefully changing the subject.

He tried to relax again. He didn't want to ruin this wonderful date with you.

"There's nothing to celebrate for me and I'm alone as you know. I definitely prefer to sit here with you, it's so much nicer than being alone at home and I enjoy your company so much."

"I like to sit here with you too, Lady y/n and you are absolutely right, it's better than being alone at home," and he smiled and winked at you.

"Good afternoon Madam, Sir, the same drinks as every day?"

The waiter came to your table and wanted to take your orders.

You smiled brightly at Loki and then you looked at the waiter.

"No, today we would like to have two hot chocolates and to be precise two hot chocolates with whipped cream, marshmallows and strawberry-cinnamon syrup please."

"Some time ago you said you would like to taste hot chocolate later on…and I decided today is 'later' ," you said to Loki, brightly smiling at him and he couldn't hide his own very bright smile while he looked down at the table and he sucked the lowerlipbetweenhis teeth.

"Two hot chocolate with whipped cream, marshmallows and strawberry-cinnamon syrup, our Christmas edition, a very good choice, thank you, Madam," the waiter repeated and off he went to prepare your order.

"I can't argue with that," and he approved it with a helpless gesture of his hands, looking at you with puppy eyes.

He was kind of devoted to you already and he loved it. You held a tiny bit of power over him already. Something he would never have expected. Something he would never have allowed anyone else to have over him.

When the waiter had served your hot chocolates, you both took your mugs in your hands, ready to enjoy the sweet liquid.

"Gød Jul, Mr.Laufeyson."

"Gød Jul, Lady y/n."

"You're …pronouncing it perfectly " you wondered and frowned.

"I just …repeated what you said," he answered.

There was something about it, you felt it clearly.

After drinking some sips of the cocoa you both had a seam of whipped cream on your upper lips and you two laughed about it.

Loki looked at you, lovingly, unsure what to do and then within a millisecond without further hesitation he slowly stretched his arm out over the table. He put his angled index finger under your chin and rubbed his thumb tip gently, almost tenderly over your lips, collecting the rest of the cream from your upper lip. His blue eyes were fixed on yours.

Why was he so handsome, so desirable? His touch wandered like a warm wave through your body and it made you shiver. You nearly sucked his thumb into your mouth to lick it clean. Of course, you didn't, you wouldn't dare do it. He was your acquaintance, not your lover.

Your velvety lips felt so soft and warm. It must feel like being in Valhalla to kiss them or to be kissed by you. How much he wanted you to suck his thumb into your mouth and feel your warm tongue licking it clean. Filthy thoughts came to his mind while he licked the gathered cream off his thumb tip and it demanded a certain self-control to suppress these thoughts and the upcoming feeling in his stomach and his crotch.

He should stop thinking about you like that. You were his acquaintance, not his lover.

When he thought he had gained his composure back, you did the same with him. Now you rubbed your thumb tip gently over his lips, gathering the cream off his upper lip, your fingers gently placed at his cheek. His lips were so soft, so kissable and you licked the cream you had collected from his lips off your thumb, your eyes never leaving his.

You thought about how it must feel to be kissed by him, his soft lips on yours, grazing further over your cheeks down to your neck, to your clavicle …you should stop daydreaming, immediately because it would never happen.

You two didn't know what to do now. Was that too physical? Too intimate? Did you overstep the private boundaries of the other? To touch each other like this felt good for both of you and yet you felt shy and you didn't know what to say. What you two just had done was exciting and embarrassing at the same time.

"Do you like it?" You asked him to break the silence.

"What do I like?" Loki was still lost in thoughts about you.

"Hot Chocolate? Do you like it?" You asked him with a quizzical look in your eyes and softly smiling.

"Oh! Yes, yes it's delicious. It's sweet and creamy and warms the soul."

"Yes, indeed, it does. That's why I love it so much," you smiled warmingly at him.

Why did he affect you so much? You were afraid one day you would be completely devoted to him and deeply in love with him. But does it really exist, the deep, genuine, reciprocated and unwavering love?

With Loki it seems possible for you but it would never happen. He would never reciprocate your growing feelings for him. He remained guarded.

After some more chit-chat, time had come to go home. You paid the drinks this time, said your goodbye to Loki and as every day he helped you into your coat and passed you your beanie and your scarf.

"It was a wonderful afternoon, Mr.Laufeyson. Thank you so much!" and you wrapped your scarf around your neck.

"My pleasure, Lady y/n."

You crinkled up your nose and smiled, he was so adorable. Loki got you whenever he called you a Lady.

Today you were extremely adorable for him, every cell of his body seemed to tingle.

"Will we meet again tomorrow? I mean …it's Christmas. Maybe you have other plans?"

"Maybe we can have supper together, too?" he asked cautiously.

"I assure you I don't have other plans. Of course, we will meet tomorrow, Mr.Laufeyson. There's nothing better than spending tomorrow's afternoon together with you again."

"Maybe!" You nodded promisingly at him.

"See you tomorrow, Lady y/n. Same time, same place?"

"Same time, same place, Mr. Laufeyson."

His charming smile enchanted you and made it hard for you to leave.

On your way back home shortly after you had left Loki and the café you got a phone call. It was your colleague from work. Actually, the next two days would be your days off but they needed you to come and help them because two colleagues got sick.

"Yes, of course, I can come. A double shift? No, no problem, you know that I won't celebrate Christmas. The day after tomorrow, too…the early shift? Hmmh, yes okay, no problem either. Okay! See you tomorrow, bye," and you ended the call.

And then it hit you. Damn, you were on a date with Loki tomorrow again, in the afternoon as usual and for the first time in the evening, too! But you couldn't let your colleague down either. You should tell him, you had to, he would wait for you tomorrow. You turned around on your heels and you ran hurriedly back to the café.

But Loki was already gone and the café had already closed. What should you do now? You neither knew where he lived nor did you have his phone number. And also there was no one you could ask. He wasn't meeting other people here except…you sighed sadly.

You didn't want to think about him meeting other women to dispel the darkness of the night with amorous activities. But who could blame him, he was extremely handsome, sexy, extraordinarily charming and incredibly hot.

You would try to get away from work tomorrow for just half an hour or so, so you could explain to him why you won't have time to meet him and how much you feel sorry about that. But maybe he wouldn't even care if you came or not. You weren't that important to him, were you?

Loki didn't want to go home yet after you had left the café. His brother and colleagues were knee-deep in final Christmas preparations and he wasn't interested in getting involved. To spend the day tomorrow with you was a completely different thing because it was about spending time with you.

He decided to go to his favourite bar, but unlike before he wasn't in the mood today to take a woman home into his bed to sweeten up his night. He definitely didn't want to.

Two days. You didn't come for two days. Loki was concerned beyond belief. On Christmas day he waited for you in the park like every day. He waited for one hour, two hours, he went to the café but you weren't there either. He was not only concerned, but he was also sad. Didn't you want to see him anymore? Did something change your mind?

Was he too distant and guarded all the time? Or did you feel offended by his touch of your lips the last time you two met? It was quite intimate, wasn't it? Maybe too intimate. But to just not come wouldn't be your style to let him know about that. You would tell him the truth. You would always say what you think, what you like or dislike.

When you didn't come the second day, he nearly panicked. That wasn't you. Something must have happened to you. He decided to go back home after waiting for you for more than three hours and he would look for you tomorrow. He must find you, how was he supposed to not care about you, how was he supposed to be without you ever again? But where should he start to look for you? He neither knew where you lived nor where your working place was.

"Loki, are you okay?"

"What?"

"Are you okay? You seem concerned. Something happened?" Thor asked his brother, while Loki got rid of his coat and his jacket after he returned to Stark Tower and tossed it both on a chair. His scarf followed.

"No..yes…I don't know," and he traced his fingers over his head through his hair and shoved his hands finally into the pockets of his trousers.

Thor furrowed his eyebrows. He hadn't seen his brother like this for a very long time.

"Is it about a girl? Did one of your bedmates become too affectionate?"

"What? No! You know that I know how to avoid that!" Loki snapped.

"So what is it? You seemed happier recently. Youuu… smile more often when you think nobody sees you."

"Don't mock me!" said Loki slightly indignant and walked a few steps towards Thor who took a few steps backwards.

"Okay, okay calm down brother," and he raised his hands reassuringly.

"Tell me. What is it that keeps your mind busy?"

"You're right. It's a woman," Loki started hesitantly to tell his brother.

"We…have been meeting for several weeks now. Daily…every afternoon in a park."

"Daily? Really every day? Are you courting her? I mean, you still meet ladies who mess up your bed sheets …"

"She's none of them. She is…different, and so adorable. She's not that kind of woman who looks for a one-night-stand…"

"But you want to bed her, let her warm you under your sheets?" Thor asked teasingly.

"No…Yes…I…I don't know to be honest."

"So she's not your type?"

"She definitely is my type, she's beautiful and warmhearted and lovable…but as I said, she's different. But… I'm not her type I guess and… she's too good for me. After spending some time in the park we always visit a nice café to talk and drink something. She loves hot chocolate with whipped cream and marshmallows… It's wonderful to spend time with her. It's comforting to have her around me."

Loki smiled with dreamy eyes. He could rhapsodize about you the whole day.

"Ahhh you like her, I mean, you really like her and stuff like flirting with her, holding her hands, smitten looks…" Thor said knowingly and a wide grin appeared on his face.

"Hi, guys! Who loves hot chocolate with whipped cream and marshmallows?" Peter asked while he went past them.

"The girl Loki dates and is in love with." Thor grinned.

"Ah, cool. Is she nice, Mr. Loki? Bring her here though, Nat, Wanda and Pepper could use some female field assistance!" Peter said carefree while walking backwards to the kitchen.

"Stop that, both of you, I'm not courting her and I'm not in love with her. She is…just a good acquaintance," Loki growled angrily.

"Calm down, Loki. But why are you so concerned then?"

"Okay, okay Mr. Loki," said Peter apologizing and vanishing quickly towards the compound's kitchen.

"She didn't come, Thor. For two days now. Neither to the park nor to the café. She lives alone, Thor. I…I'm concerned something may have happened to her. I don't know what to do. If she still doesn't show up tomorrow I'll be looking for her in the whole city, no matter how long or what it takes!"

"So you don't know where she lives? Don't you have her phone number?"

"No, she never let me escort her to her home and we never exchanged phone numbers. Only Hel knows why we didn't. And she doesn't know where I live. I never told her…I didn't dare to tell her…I lacked the courage."

"Try to calm down a bit, there will be a reason for her absence, Loki. She will be there tomorrow. I'm sure." Thor said, convinced.

"I fervently hope you're right, brother!"

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Physical Therapy

boyfriend!kiyoomi part V!! smut smut smut but also fluff and a little bit of dom!reader. mommy is used (1) once but not by kiyoomi. minors do not interact.

Your voice comes out airily. A little frayed, a little frustrated.

“Thank god for HIPAA laws because I swear,” You run your fingers through Kiyoomi’s hair. “These mothers wouldn’t know autonomy if I smacked them in the back of the head with it.”

“Mhm.”

“I mean, one of my clients’ mother’s been mass emailing all week trying to get me to hint to her ‘troubled son’ that his panic attacks have been putting a “massive strain” on her recently-“

“Hm…”

“Like no wonder these kids have such a hard time opening up at home, their - ah - parents have a skewed understanding of what real priorities are!”

“Hm- Mhm.”

You scoff. God, he loves it when you get all psychiatric but there’s like no blood flowing to his head right now. “I swear, It’s like some of these parents drop their kids off at my office and expect me to program them into becoming… hm… be-…coming their ideal child…! My best guess is half of these adults should consider - fuck - seeking out a therapist themsel- ohh my god…”

Your hips drunkenly rock into his face from where he’s got your hips all but pinned against him. Rough fingers gripping so tightly into your work skirt that they audibly creak against the fabric, and if not for the running volleyball game playing on half volume behind you, you’re certain that the room would be filled with the sodden sounds of his sloppy tongue; digging you out while you complain about your workload this week. Kiyoomi was already springing into action the moment he saw you slump your way out of his genkan and straight to the ice cream stash in the kitchen. So quick on your heels that he could barely bother to pause the game he was re-watching.

Call it a love language. After last month when he moped his way into your humble flat to complain to you about some contract changes with his current sponsor. Something about more media interaction, that and he was gonna have to DIY a few ads for them on his social media. He could barely get a few words out before you were nuzzling your nose against his zipper. Lovingly rubbing up his thighs as you insisted he got all his frustrations out.

“A-All my frustrations out? You want me to…?”

You guide his hand until he’s grazing the short hairs on the top of your neck. “Be as rough with me as you need, baby. I’m here for you.”

Kiyoomi’s moans are muffled by the squish of your thighs. Who’s getting more out of this? He couldn’t say. But if the way his eyes roll when your fingers dig into his scalp should say anything, he might be safe calling it 50/50.

Your lips part as one of his free hands pull at your blouse until the buttons are popping, roughly palming your tits through your bra as you whine against him. “It’s a… good thing I took this pediatric job. If not for a - godd, oh fuck - difference in perspective.”

Kiyoomi answers you with a sound that’s more of a groan than a dutiful hum. Raising his hips like it’ll give him more friction where he wants it, but like the godsend you are you reach behind yourself to rub him through his sweats.

“‘Least I know… that if we had kids I’d be a half decent mother…”

You must feel the way his cock needily twitches under your palm at the sound of that because your voice evens in a way that makes him goosebump. “You like that, huh? Oh don’t tell me Omi’s really been dying to make me a mommy?”

The vibrations of his broken groan makes your thighs tighten over his ears.

“Ah - You wanna fuck me full? Fill me up till I’m brain dead?”

His tongue rolls over your clit with just enough force to have your voice pitching. He tilts his chin up just to make sure it’s his tongue you're clamping around when you start to cum.

Although with what you all but hiss next, grabbing a rough hold of his scalp and pressing his head back like he’s just a warm mouth to fuck. “- Or, would you just be satisfied with blowing your load into my hand, you fucking slut.”

Kiyoomi cums so hard he thinks he may have gone deaf.

Because he barely hears the pathetic whimpers he lets out in your spasming cunt as he starts to hump into your hand like a dog. Lilted voice breaking off into a gravelly groan, so cum-drunk that he keeps at it even as his seed wets a dark spot in sweatpants. For a moment, he can’t even register the sound of your broken - clearly overstimulated mewls.

Kiyoomi reluctantly lets you go when you finally climb off of him.

“You okay?”

“Mhm.”

You giggle a little before pecking him on his wet mouth.

Kiyoomi’s a little sluggish in his attempt to scoot his large body to the side to make room for you to lay comfortably beside him. Pressing his back into the head of the couch even as the springs quietly creak, but any room you don’t have to be completely sunken into the sofa he makes up for by using his arm to belt you against him.

He sighs.

“Move in with me.”

“Hm?”

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Hit me Baby, One more Time (Wrestler Loki x Female Reader)

Read chapter 2 here

Chapter 3

Summary : Loki scares you with his overpowering personality, then why you can't stop doing everything he asks you to ?

Warning : 18 + Dom Sub Undertones, Some smut, Loki's thoughts are dirty,

Note : Wrestler loki is well build and is like 6'5 👀

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You watched loki fighting on the tv screen in his dressing room but you looked away as soon as you saw him making his opponent bleed. You hate the sight of it, it makes you want to hurl. He did look hot though, you could see the crowd going absolutely wild everytime he threw around his opponent so easily.

You turned the tv off and walked around the room, you saw his locker and you twisted it, you weren't expecting it to be unlocked so you proceeded to close it quickly but your eyes fell upon the picture of a woman, he placed it behind the locker's door, the woman had light brown hair and she looked very pretty, you could tell that the picture was folded in half before he sticked it there, you wondered who this woman is, she didn't seem like a girlfriend, looked older than him, not much though.

You closed his locker and sprawled down on the couch, then your mind wandered towards loki, did he fuck other women right on this couch? He must right?

You didn't get to sleep much last night, so you laid down and closed your eyes just for a second. You didn't even realise when you fell asleep.

When loki came back after the fight, he was huffing and puffing, adrenaline coarsing through his veins and usually he would calm himself down with some random fuck sesh but you were waiting for him so he can't do that, when he saw you sleeping on the couch so peacefully, something stirred inside him, he was already horny and you were not helping him at all. He wanted to wake you up and fuck you slowly against the wall or on the couch itself, he wondered what kind of sounds he could emit from you, he was hard as fuck now. He left the room again, and a woman came running towards him

"Oh my god..loki such a great fight..I'm a huuugee fan.." loki interrupted her as he grabbed her hand and took her somewhere isolated "Tell me that you want me to fuck you" he trapped her against the wall and she bit on her lips "godd yess please, I have heard alot about you" that's all he needed to hear, as soon as he had her consent he didn't wait a second more, he pulled her panties down from underneath her skirt and she was already gushing. "Got a rubber?" He asked her and she pulled one out of her bra, he put it on quickly and plunged inside her, he was already sweaty from the fight but she didn't care, infact she leaned into him and licked the sweat off from the dip between his neck.

She put her head up to kiss at him but she couldn't reach him, he chuckled and picked her up effortlessly and thrusted into her again, reminded him of the fact that you're even shorter than her, the top of your head ends up on his chest, even if you'd tip toe you won't be able to kiss him, she kissed him desperately and he snapped out of his thought, he had to cum soon and get back to you, but he wanted to show this woman a good time too, he didn't even know her name yet but that wasn't important. She moaned loudly in his ears and he was thankful he brought her out here where they won't be heard .

She raised her hands up to run through his head and he grabbed it quickly "Don't mess with it, It had to stay" he warned her and she put her hands down, why did he react like that? It's not like it could stay like that forever. But you made it for him "Go on cum for me, you know you want to desperately, this is what you came for hmm? Paid one fifty dollars to get fucked against the wall" He whispered in her ears and she came so hard around him but he still didn't reach his peak yet. He pulled out of her and put her down once she was okay with standing up on her feet "Let me make you cum baby" she went down on her knees, and she removed the condom, throwing it in the corner before she took him in her mouth, he groaned as he felt her moving her head back n forth, she was good with her mouth, he placed his arms on the wall and closed his eyes as he felt the sensation building up

Then he imagined you on your knees in front of him, your plump lips sucking him in slowly, your eyes looking up at him innocently as he would make you be so filthy for him, things he would subject you to, his depravity had no limits and he would train you to do whatever he would want you to do and you'd do it right? You'd be his good girl, his perfect little pet. As he came inside her mouth, he put his head down on the wall, his own dirty thoughts about you made the orgasm more intense for him. After she cleaned him up with her mouth as best as she could, he pulled his pants up, he had to go see you now "Ummm I sent you a dm on Instagram please check, we can have more fun like this loki, I know you enjoyed that"

She winked at him and she ran her nails all over his chest so he smiled "I'm sure if you have heard of me, you know my rule darling, one time only" he winked at her and she looked at him, she felt greatly offended "Whatever, I have a boyfriend anyways" she stomped on her feet and left, he was used to reactions like that, he really didn't care, they always expected to sweep him off his feet with good sex but after sleeping with countless of women he really didn't care much of it. Most of them were into him because he was rich and famous, and he knew he was attractive as fuck.

When he reached his dressing room, you were still sleeping, so he took a quick shower and washed his hair, he liked it when you did his hair for him today, after he was done he came out, he towel dried it and combed his wet hair softly to get rid of the tangles. He kept his eyes fixed on your sleeping form, truth to be told he felt like a pervert but you seemed so vulnerable, he put on a black t-shirt and pants and then walked towards you, as he sat down on his knee in front of you, a small smile formed on his lips, he tucked a piece of your hair behind your ears and you opened your eyes slowly, you looked at him, his hair wet, that black t shirt was so tight on him, he looked angelic, then you realised where you were and you sat up quickly "I'm so sorry I fell asleep" you mumbled and he stood up, fuck he was taller than a damn tower.

"Don't have to apologise, you hungry?" He asked you as he went back to combing his hair "Yeah did you win?"

"What do you think?" He chuckled

Ofcourse. Why so dumb y/n? But how does he win all the time? Are other fighters just amateurs?

"Did the bun stay?"

"It didn't, might have to punish you for that sweet thing" he winked at you and you blushed furiously at that "I'm joking, it did stay throughout the fight, thank you and we'll done" he pulled half of his hair up in a ponytail and secured it with a tie while the rest of it flowed down on his back, damn how could he look so pretty but masculine as fuck at the same time?

"Get up, I'm taking you to dinner" he told you and you got up quickly. Wait dinner? Why does it sound like a date? It's not a date right? You just got out of a three year long relationship and even though you feel ashamed to admit it, you'd go back to him if he would come back and apologise, you miss him in your life, you miss how happy you used to be with him. You loved being a girlfriend "Ummm what do you mean by dinner?" He was packing his personal belongings in a small duffel bag so he looked up as he heard you "Oh y/n, have you never had dinner?" He chuckled and you rolled your eyes "Follow me birdy"

You followed him like a puppy as soon as he ordered you and you walked a few steps behind him until you got outside the main building, when his car approached, he held the door open for you like a gentleman and you got inside. Just like last time, he sat so close to you, his one hand situated on the head of your seat while he tilted himself towards you

"I noticed the accent, are you british?" You asked him, he sounded english "You could say that" why does he answer every question like that ? "Where are we going?" You asked him and he scooted even closer to you if it was possible "A place I dine at frequently, Milidiar, heard of it?" You nod your head in yes and you felt nervous as he kept his eyes on you "Take your girlfriends there?" You asked him and he chuckled "Oh birdy, you think this is a date?" He asked you and you just stared at him like a dumbass, he brought his hand down and rubbed your cheek with the back of his index finger slowly.

A little touch made you shiver, and you could feel yourself arousing, why did he make you feel that way? Jack could never, you didn't even feel this aroused even when he would kiss you or make out with you. Then his finger trailed over your lips and you closed your eyes as you gasped a little, your mouth opened slightly and he was so tempted to push his finger inside your warmth, have you suck on it, give himself a little taste of how you'd look sucking on his cock. But he didn't, instead he snaked his hand behind your neck and pulled you into him, few inches away from his face, you gasped more at the action. Fuck he loves the look on your face right now. You felt so uncomfortable between your legs and he could see you squirming on the seat.

"When I ask you a fucking question, never ever ignore me, understand? You're always going to answer me" His voice so husky and deep, it melted in your ears, he scared you a little but then why did you feel so hot? "Yesss..loki" you mumbled softly and he wanted to take you right there and make you submit to him willingly "Now say sorry to me like a good girl, you can't be distracted when I'm talking to you right ?" he rubbed his thumb against your cheek as he spoke, the more he talked down on you, the hotter you felt, felt so light, so floaty, you wanted more of whatever this was. You have never felt like this before.

"I'm sorry" you said meakly and he wanted to push you down on the back seat and take you right here in this moving car, the soundproofed partition would come in handy finally, you're a natural sub, he doesn't even have to train you much, you'd drop down on your knees without asking any questions if he just asked you sternly, all he had to do was rub your cheeks or caress your head and you'd follow his every command like a obedient little puppy.

He was glad you had never met any other men like him before or they'd use you or you'd be taken advantage of, he wanted to have you right now but a girl like you, you'd regret that, you'd regret all of this, you're not ready for a man like him "That's a good girl" he kissed your forehead, and then he moved away from you, leaving you all hot and bothered. You took a deep breath and looked out the window, what did just happen? What was this feeling you felt? Why did you want to kiss him in the moment? Why did you want him to do more to you? It's not you, you don't have sex with someone you're not emotionally attached to so why he made you feel so hot for him?

You didn't get much time to ponder over the situation as you reached the classy 5 star restaurant, the manager greeted him and asked him if he wanted his usual table but loki told him that he would want something more private since he had a lady with him. You were the lady. When you both sat down he didn't take his eyes off you. You seemed so confused with the menu, everything looked so expensive and dish had weird names, he was rich as fuck but you were not, this wasn't a date but he brought you here, were you splitting the bill ? You had no idea, he felt your nervousness and kind of enjoyed it.

"Like the place?" He asked you and you looked up from the menu "Too fancy shmancy but yeah I like the ambience" he chuckled as he heard you, you kept turning the pages of the menu card and he tilted his head "Can't even order for yourself hmm? Need me to do that for you sweetheart?" You seemed so lost, so he asked you softly and you nod in yes, fuck this is why he's so determined to make you his pet, sometimes you're so ditzy and it makes him want to ruin you in every sense of the word "Pass me the menu darling" he had one placed right in front of him but he asked for yours, Since you couldn't decide on what to eat he ordered for both of you.

You ate in silence once your food got on the table, he asked you if you wanted a drink but you refused, after dinner he ordered dessert for you while he sipped on his wine "What do you think is happening here birdy?" He asked you and you stared at him, you had to answer him, he told you to answer him and he called you a good girl when you...wait why did you care about that? "I ..uhh.. have no Idea, I just got out of a long term relationship and I'm still not over him" you told him honestly and he smiled at you. Still not over him? He wondered how well you were treated by him to be still not over him, even after he cheated on you and broke up with you over the phone, you still want that dumbass?

He paid the bill and then he walked you out of the restaurant, the car was waiting for you both "Did you eat?" you asked heimdall as you sat inside and they both looked at you in surprise, nobody ever asks him that except loki, especially his women "I did miss, thank you for asking" he pulled the partition up and started to drive towards your apartment, you were thankful Tonya was at her parent's house for the weekend or she would ask questions. She was nosy like that.

You felt loki's hand playing with your hair and you looked at him "So what is happening here?" You asked him the same question and he scooted closer to you "Just go with the flow darling, you think too much, I'm not bound to you, and you're not mine..yet. Am I providing you an ample distraction from your ...heart break situation?" He raised your chin up so you could look him right in the eyes as you answer "Yeahh.." you whispered faintly and he smiled at you "Good enough for me darling"

He rubbed his fingers on your cheeks again and you leaned into the touch, you wanted him to kiss you, you started to feel that tingling sensation all over again, and he wasn't even doing anything overtly sexual, just caressing your cheek, you squeezed your thighs and it didn't go unnoticed by him.

He let go of you as you reached your apartment, he asked you to stay in and he stepped out of the car then he opened the door for you, Heimdall waited for him as he walked you towards your building "I had fun today" you stepped on the stairs and he smiled at you, he was still taller somehow but you could get on your tip toes and kiss him if you wanted to. He watched you staring at his lips and he got closer to the stairs, he stepped on it and now he was even taller than before, even though he stood one step below you "Want to kiss me pretty girl?" He looked down at you and you looked up at him innocently, you did want to feel his lips on you. He cupped your cheeks and you nod in yes "Do it then" he whispered in your ear and you felt his fingers running through your scalp, you closed your eyes at the sensation.

"Don't make me wait" he whispered again, his eyes never leaving you "I ..don't wanna disappoint you" you said to him meakly, ever since jack told you you were not good in bed, it has been eating you up from inside, and he was shocked at your statement, Why would you say that? "Have kissed a man before right?" He asked you as he pulled you into him by holding your waist and you put your head down on his chest "I have..I'm not a virgin..just... nervous and " fuck you're so adorable like this, he was so confused between protecting you and fucking you, maybe he can do both, he lifted your chin up to look at him, you have never felt so horny, intimidated and nervous all at the same time.

"Let me be the judge of that" he looked at you right into your eyes as yours teared up from all the feelings "Kiss me y/n, don't make me say it again okay?" you got on your tippy toes but you still couldn't reach him, should have worn heels probably for this giant man "So tiny..look at you, struggling to even get to me" he wasn't mocking you nor did he intend to, he adored how tiny you looked next to him, so he picked you up with his arms around your waist as if you weighed nothing and then you kissed him. As soon as your lips met with his, you felt it, is this what they talk about in movies? The spark, the electricity, he tasted sweet, like wine, you sucked on his lower lips and he moaned into you mouth. He licked your lips with his tongue and you felt your whole body tingling at the touch. You let out a loud open mouth moan at that, and he pushed his tongue inside your mouth. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you kissed him desperately.

You sounded better than he could have imagined, your voice so sweet, you taste so good, you felt so small in his arms, you would melt into a puddle if he would go any further than this. But he wanted you to crave him, he wanted you to get addicted to him like he was getting addicted to you, he wanted you to forget all about that loser ex of yours, and to only think of him, to yearn for his mere touch. He wanted to drive you crazy for him in the best way possible, by the time he would be done with you, you'd be his physically, emotionally, mentally, he needed you to submit yourself to him completely, he was going to own your whole fucking existence and he would make sure you are on your knees begging him to do so, begging him to fuck you, to corrupt you slowly, to own you, to turn you into his perfect little pet, his plaything, yeah he was going to wreck you.

When you finally pulled away, you both were panting and breathing heavily, he put you down and grabbed your chin "Free tomorrow?" He asked you sternly and you looked at him, answer quickly y/n, and maybe he would call you his good girl again, fuck you felt embarassed of your own thoughts "Yess, have a day off" He asked you yesterday on call what you did for living and he was impressed to say the least, he wanted to watch you dance for him someday "Good, tomorrow be ready at 4 ..I'll pick you up" He told you and you nod your head in yes, didn't even ask him where he would take you. He could take you wherever he wanted, do whatever he desires and you won't even stop him it seems. So gullible. So trusting.

You turned around to go in but then he grabbed your wrist,

"You could never disappoint me y/n" he pulled you back into him as he spoke further "Even if somehow you would, I would teach you to do better okay? Just be a good girl and share your matter of concerns with me" You turned to look at him and smiled, you wanted to be a good girl, his good girl "Good night Loki" he smiled as he heard you.

"Yeah it is a good night"

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spaghett-onaplate · 2 years ago

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!!YOUNG ROYALS SEASON 2 SPOILERS!! (from the screencaps specifically) warning: extremely long-winded post

Okay, so, many thoughts. First of all, HOLY SHIT! Second of all, I'd like to preface this by saying that I'm sure plenty of much more talented Young Royals blogs will do better analyses on the pictures, but here's my half-drunk-on-giddiness take on them.

First, this lovely pic of Sara, Felice and the gang. I love Felice's hair oh my GODD!! I was hoping for some natural curls in season 2 but I fear the drastic hair changes in both Felice and Wilhelm possibly hint at a massive time skip. Apart from that, Fredericka and Stella are off to the side, looking almost dejected. This could be interpreted as them being jealous of Sara's newfound closeness with Felice but honestly, I doubt it. In Season 1, the catty girl group trope was stomped on so I can't imagine they'd take that route in Season 2, at least not as anything more than a minor plot point. That aside, this could mean Sara is now boarding at the school, but not necessarily. It is hard to see the time of day in this photo, it could be morning or afternoon.

Now, Wilhelm and Simon. Wille's hair looks great - I expected it to but I was still nervous I'd miss the flippy bangs. I'm sure I will but we'll see ahah. So this looks like Wilhelm is getting the personal entourage again. See that badge on his blazer, and the badges of the people behind him? I wonder if that means they are in a position of leadership - e.g. rowing captain, prefect, etc. And if Simon is lined up along with the captains, does that mean he now has a position such as that? Also, I think that might be Felice's (straightened) hair just off behind Simon.

Now onto the most obvious part of the photo - Wilhelm's expression. Very intense. I love the way Edvin portrays his characters' emotions, he does a great job. Now Wille has his mouth pressed in a line, and he's staring very obviously at Simon. If this is their first day back, it means they haven't seen each other in ages, and they've both had time to think things through.

Next, this screencap of Wilhelm and his parents. A different dining room to last time, and standing above them is who I assume to be the chef. Is that snow I see through the window? This is probably the Christmas dinner at the palace, as I imagine that will be an important scene. Such a shot would not be possible with another person at the table... it's the first Christmas without Erik :(

Wilhelm doesn't look happy, but that's understandable. Kristina is looking at him, and the king is (once again) a wallflower. I wonder if we'll learn more about his character? Who knows.

Next, Simon and Wilhelm together again. I'll start with the background. A few returning characters, a few new ones (unless my facial memory is just that bad, lol.) The classroom is unfamiliar as far as I remember, potentially for history judging by the pinned-up portraits on the wall in the back.

Simon is reading, Wilhelm is neglecting his work to stare at him - as such is a recurring theme. It's hard to read their expressions. Are they smiling slightly? At what point in the season does this scene take place? Towards the start could mean they are sitting together in an attempt to maintain a friendship. Towards the end could mean Wilhelm has decided to follow his heart, rather than the monarchy.

Aside from that - new wardrobes! Very interesting. Simon's seems to stay quite similar, Wilhelm's jumper is rather new. The cut seems kind of fancy, but bear in mind I know nothing about clothes. Henry is wearing a surprisingly bright and casual outfit in front of them, with a graphic on the hoodie, which was previously unseen from most of the Hillerska elite. Someone analysed the clothing in all of Season 1 (please tag their blog if you remember who!) and they paraphrased RWRB in that "graphic prints make a statement." Now I'm probably over-analysing the shit out of this but that could possibly hint to a friendship with Simon - they have grounds to interact, after all.

Next, this scene. I was immediately reminded of the choir scenes, and I think it quite likely that they are in the audience listening to a song. It could also be a speech of some sort. I'm going to assume this is toward the start if it is the choir. Wilhelm is looking at Simon with a rather sad yet veiled expression. I think Henry is sitting next to him - you can see the gingerish hair just behind August. This might not mean anything as Wilhelm sits next to a few of the other boys in Season 1 with no further friendship.

And August is in front of him, looking horrendously smug/happy. I hope someone takes it upon themselves to knock him down a peg in Season 2. I'm not going to speculate why he's so cheery - he's August, after all.

Now, the rowing team around Wilhelm. Matching uniforms, potentially meaning there is a rowing competition that they enter. The boys are all encouraging him. Please correct me if I'm wrong (once again, terrible facial memory) but it seems that the boys behind them are Walter and Vincent, plus a new character (?). I have nothing to back this up on but if there's going to be a Love Triangle in Season 2, I think it's going to be with HIM.

Now, my favourite part of this picture - Simon's hand's on Wille. A casual one on his hip from the front, but if you look in the mirror you can see his other hand is on his back. Is Simon using this as an excuse to touch Wille, or are they together(-ish) and comfortable being intimate in front of the rowing team? And apart from that, there is a boy hunched over by the door behind August in a maroon top, a colour we frequently see on August.

Now, the Bjarstad trio. Simon is looking understandably dejected. He's wearing the same clothes that appear in Season 1, so I would wager this is toward the start, after school. Ayub and Rosh are clearly concerned for him - the conversation probably has to do with his relationship with Wille. They've already had the talk about the sextape. Now, Simon's backpack indicates he came home from school. He potentially saw Wilhelm for the first time in ages, and now they need to console him about it.

I was reminded of the woodsy place outside Hillerska at first, but I am fairly sure this takes place in Bjarstad. It would make sense, plus there's a telephone pole and (Linda's?) car vaguely visible through the trees.

Felice and Wilhelm friendship? Let's fucking GOOOOOO! Wille needs someone now that he's lost Erik, August and Simon (seriously, almost the entirety of Season 1 is Wilhelm taking a fat L. give the poor boy a rest in Season 2 please), and Felice is the perfect person for it. I'm fairly sure they're in Wille's room. Also, I am living for the casual clothing (Felice is in a Hillerska hoodie!) and Nikita's natural hair, omg.

I can see the parallel to that shot of Simon on his bed alone and I can already smell the edits. As for when this takes place in the series, I can't guess. Possibly toward the start, if Wille needs consoling about the situation in general. Either way, I'm excited to see their friendship in Season 2.

And last but not least, this shot between Sara and August. Sara is wearing the same purple coat as in the first image and has the same pink bag (you can justtt see it in the first pic behind her left elbow). Sara's expression seems to be inquisitive, pleading or disbelieving. August is looking down at her with what looks like a sneer. The clipboard is what I assume the Hillerska boarding application, and the lake behind them tells me this must take place at the school.

So, I hope you enjoyed my over-the-top analysis of these pictures. I can't wait to hear all of your opinions! I can't wait to be completely wrong about all of this, but hopefully I'll get some stuff right. I can't wait to see all of your analyses, and I am SO excited for Season 2. Now I'll give my fingers a rest from this rapid typing (it's so loud and has been going on for about an hour straight. I have 90 new things on my dashboard, wish me luck.)

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