#bones needs to put in the mf work for these two NOW

[kissitbttr]

your mafia!toji fic got me thinking so hard abt him😭😭 he’s deffo the type to just buy you sm stuff as an apology but when you don’t forgive him and sleep in a different bedroom mf will come into the room on his knees and beg for you to come to sleep 😩😩 imagine still saying no and him just flipping you onto his shoulders and carrying you to bed 🤭

oh you are absolutely correct!

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“darling” toji softly calls you, letting out a tired sigh. “i said i was sorry. what am i supposed to do?”

“die” she replies nonchalantly, shoulders shrugging before grabbing a pillow and your favorite blanket off the bed,

he snickers, looking over at her with a raised eyebrow. “now, now that would be over dramatic don’t you think? won’t you miss me?”

he almost pisses his pants when she throws him a glare,

“okay. no jokes. got it” he put his hands up in surrender, feeling absolutely terrified at his baby being mad and speaking less than two words to him,

if anyone ever finds out that the most feared and notorious man in the city being tamed by his woman, he would never hear the end of it,

but she is scary. can you blame him?

toji looks over at the designer shoes and bags he just purchased a few hours ago, tucked neatly in the corner. untouched by her.

guess the apology gifts aren’t working,

“i didn’t know that she was coming, i haven’t even talked to her in years! never planned to anyway, you know i only got my eyes for my girl, right?”

she tries so hard not to roll her eyes,

toji had a meeting with one of the cartels at the club earlier that night. and of course, she always goes. it’s where he can always keep an eye on her and refuses to leave her at home all alone because he can’t risk that. also, because she’s his good luck charm. whenever she’s around, deals always goes well,

tonight was an exception though,

all was well until a certain person decided to crash. his old fling. one before he met his precious girlfriend. the red haired thought that it would be fun to press her fake ass tits against toji,

y/n was shocked to say at least. she didn’t say anything but her face spoke thousand words. toji could see that. throwing daggers at the bitch, corner of her lips quirk into a form of disgust.

and the worst part was? toji didn’t do anything about it! can you believe that asshole?!

something about being absolutely unprofessional if he was ever to push her off and it ticked y/n to the fucking bone so she decided to ignore him the rest of the night,

toji feels defeated when she chooses not to respond, simply just taking her stuff. he crouches lightly to look at her pretty face clearly. “baby… can you please look at me? I can’t stand seeing you mad. i’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you”

if it was any circumstances, sure she would melt and jump in his arms. but tonight is different. how could he?

she looks up at him and whisper “fuck. you” before turning around angrily and walk out of the door to go sleep on the guest room,

toji groans, the heel of his palms pressing against his eyes. she has always been so stubborn. too fucking stubborn. exactly why he had to get rejected seven times before she accepted his date.

what? he needed to get humbled, so she gave him that.

he contemplate for a while whether or not he should let her be or not. then he chooses the latter. it would probably be best if he let her cool off some steam for a while, he doesn’t want to do any more damage or make her feel more annoyed by his presence,

bet. not even ten minutes later, he feels like losing his mind without her here.

“fuck this shit” he mutters, getting up from the bed. rubbing his face furiously before stomping towards the other side of the room,

he walks in without knocking, ready to say what he needs to say again. yet he stops. heart clenching at the sight of his girl curled up in bed, back facing him.

“love?” he slowly walks over to her laying figure,

“go away” she speaks. now in a softer tone

“please” he begs, walking around the bed and catching a glimpse of her playing with her pink manicured hands. “sweetheart. I’m sorry” he repeats, going down to her eye level before letting his hand moves to rest on her bare thigh. he’s internally relieved when she doesn’t push him off,

he sighs when she’s not looking at him, seemingly only focused on the nails that she had gotten done a week ago.

“i should’ve pushed her off. shouldn’t let her touch me like that. hell, i shouldn’t even let her breathe near me. i know that” he realizes his mistake. “i didn’t even think about what my girl needed. i was being a horrible boyfriend”

no answer,

he sighs again, refusing to look away from her pretty eyes,

“baby—“

“i heard you the first time. leave. and close the door”

toji is taken aback. fuck. she really is mad at him.

“you don’t mean that”

“uhm, yes i do” she retorts in an obvious tone, sassily raising her eyebrow before scooting a bit further from him. she doesn’t realize this but it makes his heart break,

“princess, i swear-“

“go call that girl back to keep you company. let that fucking bitch sleep by your side” she mutters, looking at the tv instead of him,

he can’t take this anymore,

“you know what? that’s it” toji had enough, he will not be sleeping alone and neither will she. standing up on his feet, his hands reach out to circle around her ankles before tugging her body towards him causing her to yelp,

“toji! what the fuck are you doing-oh!” her voice gets cut off the moment he pulls her body up like she weighs nothing. throwing her over his shoulder. “put me down!” her fists start to hitting his back—as if they’re actually hurting him— legs swinging back and forth

“nope” he answers, keeping a firm grip around her waist before swatting her ass, locking the guest room behind him and walking back to their shared one. “you’re driving me crazy, woman—not saying that i hate it, but i’m pretty fucking beat tonight and we are going to sleep together. so stop fighting me”

she huffs, admitting defeat and letting him carry to the bed. “fuck you, toji”

he smirks at that. “oh i will, baby”

[loving-barnes]

LOGAN HOWLETT - SPARK

A/N: This one is a bit shorter. I needed to end it where it ends because the next one will be 'so much fun'! This is chapter 3! Also, I suck at creating titles or summaries.

Pairing: Logan Howlett x mutant female reader

Warning: none

Summary: Charles reveals something more about Y/N's mutation.

Please, do not read if you are under 18. This story is suitable for mature audience.

Words: 3800+

Important note: Again, Logan is a tall MF, because they fucked up in the movies. Also, Hugh Jackman!Wolverine.

A TOUCH OF HOPE MASTERLIST | Chapter Two

LOGAN HOWLETT - SPARK

Y/N fell to the ground with a loud thud, groaning. Every bone in her body ached. The first deep breath was hard to do. The second was better. Why did it have to hurt like a bitch? Luckily, she didn’t smash her head against the floor. Concussions were not fun.

“Get up,” she heard Logan’s rough voice. When she opened her eyes, he was standing above her. From the ground, he looked like a giant. “There is no time for napping.”

“Very funny,” Y/N muttered. She sat up, blinking a few times, and then got up. “That hurt.” 

“Get used to it,” he said. Logan started to circle her, eyeing her figure. He needed to be sure she wasn’t hurt more than necessary. “What’s goin’ on with ya, kid? You seem distracted.” 

Y/N closed her eyes and gritted her teeth. Fuck, he noticed. Little did he know it was all his fault. She looked at him through her dark lashes. He stood before her, fists clenched, but the claws weren’t present. While Storm or Kitty usually wore combat outfits for training, Logan would do it in jeans and that damn white tank top. She had a perfect view of his beefy arms and that damn chest. 

Of course, she wanted to get the boy back. She kept thinking about it every waking hour. However, this time, it was Logan who engulfed her mind. His scent lingered around her. 

She lunged at him, trying to hit his smug face. He was able to grab her whole fist and twist her wrist. Y/N roared from the pain. They were training. Of course, he wouldn’t be hard on her like they would in the real world. Still, it had to hurt.

“Come on, Y/N, concentrate,” he frowned at her. “Last training was better than this.” 

Thinking fast, she devised a strategy to help her put him on the ground. However, she didn’t know if it would work. She spun on her heel, wanting to hit his chest with her elbow. As predicted, Logan wrapped his arm around her chest tightly. “Now you are trapped, kid.” 

“Maybe,” she hissed. Y/N swung up her legs as high as she could. She used all her strength to yank her feet forward. She could feel how heavy this man was. Luck was on her side, and she threw him over her shoulders and on the ground. This time, he was the one who groaned out of pain. 

She held her balance. It was necessary to stay on her feet after a move like that. Losing balance would make her seem inexperienced. 

“Fuck,” he cursed, catching his breath. “I was not expecting that.” 

“Look how the tables have turned,” she laughed at him. The smile was gone when he tripped her legs, and she ended up again on the floor. “Fuck!”

Logan crawled on top of her. He held her wrists tightly in his grip above her head. “Look who’s laughin’ now. Instead of being amazed and proud of what you did, keep your head in the game and stay focused. Otherwise, you’d end up under the enemy, dead. 

Silence surrounded them. Their eyes met. Logan didn’t move away, and she didn’t protest. They stayed like that for what felt like hours. The air got thick. You could cut it with a knife. It was harder to breathe.

His eyes were a darker shade of green with a hint of brown sparkling around the pupil. It reminded her of the woods on a sunny day. Logan was so handsome that she wanted to reach for his face and trace his features. What the fuck was happening? 

“Who taught you that?” he asked after a while. 

She came back to reality. “Some dudes back in the day,” she made a face. “It’s a long story. Truthfully, I didn’t think it would work, considering your whole skeleton is pure adamantium.” Her eyes travelled lower to his chest, scanning the popping veins on his neck and arm. 

Last training, Logan revealed something more about himself. When he told her about the adamantium in his bones, her face turned into something he found adorable. He couldn’t help it. The fascination radiating on her face got him. You are practically indestructible, she commented. 

“You sayin’ I’m heavy?” he raised one brow. When Y/N made a face, he rolled his eyes. “Rude.” 

“What?! I didn’t say anything,” she protested. Accidentally, she smashed her head against the floor, gasping from the mild pain. “Ouch, that hurt.”

“That’s what you get for being rude.” Logan laughed at her. He got up, holding a hand to her. “Get up before you hurt yourself more.” 

She took his hand and jumped up on her feet. Her hand rubbed the spot on her head that she had banged. “Yeah, karma is a bitch. Fucking hell.”

Logan put a hand on her shoulder. “What’s wrong, kid? Seriously. You have been distracted the whole day. And it showed during training. It is the boy?” His eyes filled with concern. 

She took a breath through her nose. “Yes.” It was half true. He didn’t need to know. “It’s nerve-wracking when we still haven’t found much information about JJ. It’s been over a week. How hard can it be?” That last sentence was unnecessary.

“I told you it might take some time,” he said. “We need to be sure no one would die or get hurt,” he continued. Logan kept his voice calm. “You got out. They will do anything to keep the boy there if he’s still there.” 

She groaned, annoyed by that answer. It felt like things weren’t going as fast as she’d hoped for. They had superpowers. They could do almost anything they wanted. Why wait? “What if he dies? You know damn well what they do to us. I know what they did to me.”

There was no arguing that. Logan saw how beaten up Y/N was when he met her. People did horrible things to mutants just to find out more about the mutation and how to destroy it. Some would call it a modern genocide. 

The door to the Danger room opened, and Rogue walked in with a blue mutant. He had a tail and hoofs. He had a long beige coat and a hat on his head. Why was she that surprised? Hank was a big blue furry beast. This one looked like a blue devil.

“Y/N, this is Kurt,” Rogue introduced her to the mutant. “You haven’t met before.” 

“How was Europe?” Logan asked him when he approached the couple. 

“I was able to find smugglers who kept mutants in cells and sold them to labs and influential people,” he said with a heavy German accent. “There is a whole underground net operating around Europe and Russia.”

Logan glanced at Y/N and made a face. It was a sign to tell her that there were more of them suffering without any help. Would it be immature if she showed him her tongue? 

“The Professor wants to talk to you, Y/N. It’s urgent,” Rogue informed her. 

With a nod, she left the Danger room without a word. At least her heart would calm down for a minute. She glanced down at her clothes, leggings and a t-shirt. She sparred with Logan for an hour. You’ll have to wait, Professor, she thought. 

One quick shower later and a change of fresh clothes, she knocked on his door and stepped in. Charles was there alone, reading a book. 

“Take a seat, Y/N.” 

Again, she couldn’t read him. He always kept his face stoic, not giving away anything, not even showing anger or excitement. Her eyes followed his every move. 

“There is one urgent matter I need to discuss with you,” he started to talk. “I needed some time to be sure that what I’m about to tell you is true. I couldn’t explain it for years, and I think I might have the answer now.” 

She leaned against the backrest and listened to him. There was no point in questioning him. 

“I have talked to the rest of the staff about it, but they don’t know the result. I wanted to tell you first before I tell them.” When she didn’t give him any reaction, he continued. “I knew about your existence for years. When you were a teen, around the same time when you discovered your mutation, I found you through Cerebro. The plan was to bring you here, where you would become a student and study.”

It felt like a knife to her heart. Charles knew about her, and they didn’t bring her here? “Why didn’t you?” she whispered. 

“I wanted to. The plan was to send Hank to get you. All I needed to do was give him exact coordinates. But,” he stopped. Charles took his time to gather his thoughts. “When I wanted to find you, I couldn’t. As if you stopped existing. I didn’t find you as a mutant or a human.” 

“What do you mean?”

“For years, you kept slipping. One day, I’d stumble upon you, and a moment later, you didn’t exist. That’s why I couldn’t bring you here. I couldn’t find you.”

She shook her head. “I don’t get it. I never died. I didn’t do anything unusual.” 

Charles smiled. “For some time, I thought you were also a strong telepath. That would be the only explanation for why you kept slipping off. Since you came here, I’ve been observing-”

“You looked in my head without permission,” she stated. 

“It’s not as it seems, Y/N. I looked when your thoughts were screaming. I never look unless I don’t have to.” 

“Then what? What did you find out?” 

He sighed. “You are not a telepath. You keep closing your mind, protecting it, like you do with your forcefield. No one can get inside your head unless you want them. That is the reason why I couldn’t find you.”

She laughed awkwardly. “That doesn’t make sense. How could I possibly do this?” 

“Your mutation is about protection that keeps evolving with time. We don’t know what else could happen with your training. It’s been trying to protect your brain since the beginning. For example, if there were a mutant with the ability to hypnotise you, it wouldn’t be possible. Your power would protect your brain.” 

Her mouth was open, and she didn’t flinch. It was a ton of new information for her. “Holy shit,” she mumbled. Y/N leaned her elbows on her thighs and put her head in her palms. “Oh god, oh no. Oh, this is bad.” 

“Y/N?” Charles said her name gently. 

“All this time, I thought I got manipulated, and it turned out I did it because I was stupidly in love with that douche,” she said into the aether. Her eyes met the Professor’s eyes. “I did so many bad, stupid things in my life.” 

“I’m not going to judge you, Y/N. We all make mistakes and do things we are not proud of.” 

Y/N closed her eyes. “I was seventeen when I ended up with a group of people who did some awful things. Some of them were mutants, and some were humans. To survive, we would steal and ransack houses and apartments to get anything valuable out of there. There was a mutant who kept everyone under control. His mutation was hypnosis.

“I did everything he asked. I never questioned him once. He told me he loved me. He told me I was special. Before I ended up locked up, I found out about his mutation. My heart broke. He manipulated me. It turned out to be his hypnosis. Everyone used to be under his spell. After what you’ve told me, I can officially pronounce that I was madly in love with him and did all those things out of love, willingly.” 

“Love makes us do odd things,” Charles said. 

“Love makes us do stupid, fucked up things, Professor.” 

“I will not ask further. I will listen when you are ready to share your life.” 

“Honestly, I’d like to erase most of my memories.” 

Charles wheeled closer and grabbed one of her hands, patting it lightly. “I know how to do that. It’s your mutation that won’t allow me. Although, I’m not saying I would erase your memories if I had the possibility. The more you train here, the more powerful your mutation is.” 

She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back again. “Scott was right. You know nothing about me. How can you trust me?” 

“I simply do. I was able to glimpse inside your mind to gather some information about you before your brain blocked me from entering,” Charles admitted. “But you’ve told me you want to turn your life around. I believe you.” 

He believed. Would it be enough? What if the others wouldn’t be as understanding as Charles? The thought of seeing Storm’s or Kitty’s faces, disappointed and disgusted by her, made her stomach turn unpleasantly. What would Logan think? 

With a shaky breath, she glanced at Charles. Tears filled her eyes. It was hard to say it out loud. “I want you to read my mind,” she whispered. It was scary to let a telepath inside her head. 

“Are you sure?” 

She wiped the first fallen tear with a finger. “I did some terrible things, Professor. Things that should be punishable by prison or death.” He opened and closed his mouth like a fish. “Look inside and decide if you want to trust me. Look and tell me if you still want to have me here. I want this. I want you to see. I give you my permission.” 

Charles stretched his hands to Y/N’s head. He pressed two fingers on both of her temples and closed his eyes. She could feel him travelling inside her mind, wandering to places she hated the most. More tears escaped her eyes. More pain came back to life. She needed him to see, to know her, and to understand what she felt. He must know what that boy means to her, why she wanted to save him. 

He exhaled loudly and opened his eyes once he finished. Was it fear reflecting in his eyes or disappointment? She didn’t know. 

“It was not your fault, Y/N,” he said after a while.

She shook her head, shaking. The tears were hot on her cheeks. “It was. I did all those things.” 

“No,” he said firmly. “You didn’t know what you could do. Many young mutants, when they come into this school, they experience something similar. It’s not your fault.” 

Y/N sniffled and hid her whole head in her arms, trying to shield herself from the world. “How can you trust me when you saw it all? There is blood on my hands.” 

Charles thought about it before he said: “You let me in. You let me see your past, the darkest days of your life. I could feel your pain, your fear and your anger. You think you are damaged, but you are not, Y/N. I saw what you dream of. You want peace. You want to experience happiness and freedom. You can have it now, here.” 

“When Scott learns it all, he’ll hate my guts to the maximum,” she stated. 

“Scott doesn’t hate you. He’s overprotective, I’d say.” 

Y/N bit her tongue. She didn’t want to be rude in front of the professor. They took her in and gave her a roof under her head. It would be disrespectful to talk badly about Scott Summers. 

Fuck, but did he get on her nerves. 

. . .

Logan was in the lab, looking at floor plans of the facility in Salem. He had his arms crossed over his big, hulking chest. His mind was elsewhere. His eyes were maybe staring at the screens, but something else was going on inside his head. 

Storm was observing him the entire time. She noticed he started to spend more time with Y/N. He agreed to train her, to make her stronger. They shared the same wit. It was funny to watch their conversations. She had to admit it was nice to see him like this. She heard him sigh and shake his head. 

“You okay?” she asked him. Her legs brought her closer to him. 

He spun his head to the side, raising one brow. “Why wouldn’t be?” he said roughly. 

“I just wanted to be sure,” she shrugged. “I’ve noticed some changes, you know?” 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” said Logan, and turned his head back to the screens. 

Storm had to laugh. “Come on, Logan. You used to be stand-offish, grumpy and now, well, I can’t say you are a rays of sunshine, but there has been a change. Why could that be?” she teased, grinning at the man. She brushed a strand of her white hair away from her face. 

Logan frowned at her. “Come on, Storm, what are we, five?” 

“It’s nice, you know?” her lips turned into a smile. “You care for her.”

He sighed. “I’m going to leave for a day,” he announced, skipping the other topic. “I need to go back to Salem. I need to take a look at the facility.”

“No,” she turned to him, pressing a hand on his chest. “We’ve talked about this. We’ll go as a team. It is not a solo mission.” 

He rolled his eyes. “I am not saying I’ll do it alone. All I need is to get a better look at the whole place. Maybe sneak in and try to locate the boy. I have to do something to get this mission going. It’s taking us longer than usual. What if I discover something that will help us? Or worse, what if I find the boy dead?”

Storm shook her head in disbelief. “We do these things as a team, remember?” 

There was no point in arguing. When Logan set his mind on something, he wouldn’t stop. He stopped at the metal door to the lab. “If someone asks, I’ll be back tomorrow.” With that, he was gone. 

He thought Storm would stop him. He thought she would call the Professor and the rest of the team, forbidding him to go. Nothing happened.

Logan went to his room, grabbed his brown leather jacket, and ran back down. The sooner he’d leave, the better. Logan was never the one to sit and wait. He was tired of waiting. They sent him once to get the kid and failed. This time, he wanted to do more. 

His eyes found Y/N walking from Charles’s office, looking like a bag of unhappiness. He could smell the dry tears on her face. “You alright, kid?” he had to ask. 

Y/N’s eyes lifted. She brushed her hair away from her face. “Oh, yes, I’m fine,” she said plainly. 

“What’s with the tears?” he pointed at her face when he approached her. 

She noticed the jacket on him.  Was he leaving? It gave her a perfect opportunity to change the topic. “You going somewhere?” 

“Uh,” he scratched his nape, trying to come up with something. “I need to take care of some things.” 

There was something fishy about it. Y/N squinted at him and crossed her arms over her chest. “I don’t want to be nosy, but what kind of things?” He would have mentioned something to her during training, right? Why was she thinking like this? He didn’t owe her anything, not even an explanation. He could do whatever he wanted.

Logan realised he couldn’t lie to her. Not now, with those red eyes and puffy cheeks. “I’m going back to Salem.” 

Her mouth opened. “I’m going with you.” 

“No,” he shook his head. “I’m doing this alone.” 

She put her body in front of his, not letting him go anywhere. Her soft and worried features hardened. “Logan, you promised,” she pressed her hand firmly against his chest. “You promised me you’d take me.” 

He sighed. He knew he should have taken a different way out. “Look, Y/N, I promised to take you on a mission with us. It is something I have to do alone. I need to get us more data to move on. Understand?”

“No,” she stood her ground. “You are going back to Salem. You are going to the lab. I’m going with you. I know the place. I can help you, Logan.” 

“Y/N,” he warned her. “You are not ready-”

“Bullshit, Logan. I know I’m not the best. I know I need more training.  But, fuck, you know damn well I am ready to do anything to get JJ. So, for the love of god, take me with you.” 

“Fuck. Fuck!” Logan cursed under his nose and brushed his wild, dark hair with his fingers out of frustration. “You are a stubborn woman, Y/N.” He didn’t like this one bit. Plus, he knew the team would get angry when they found out where they went. 

“It was time for you to learn something new about me,” she smirked at him. 

Logan sighed, defeated. “Fine, I’ll take you with me. However, you will listen to what I say. You will do as I say, you hear me, kid? I don’t want anything to happen to you.” 

Y/N winked at him, and a big, bright smile appeared on her lip. “Thanks. I appreciate that.” 

“It’s going to be a long night. I’ll meet you at the garage in five minutes. Hurry up before anyone knows,” he said. “Put on something warm. The nights are colder.” 

She saluted him and ran as fast as possible up to her room to put on something comfortable. Y/N packed a denim jacket and put on a warm hoodie. The jeans she wore were stretchy. Also, the sneakers were a good choice for that day. There was no time for anything else. The last thing she was able to grab was a few dollars. 

Afterwards, she ran to the garage as he said to meet her. Her heart was out of control. She could feel it in her throat. Things were moving forward. Fucking finally! No matter how it all would end, at least she was doing something. 

Y/N got to the garage and looked around. She found Logan standing by a black Audi. It wasn’t new, but it would do.  Who owned all those cars? There were many in the garage. “You are on time,” he said. 

Y/N found a motorbike near a wall. It was a black and brown Harley. It looked familiar. “Wait,” she pointed a finger. “Didn’t I fall from the bike?” 

Logan opened the door to the driver’s side. “Twice,” he said. “Come on. We have to move.” 

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

If you don’t mind, I was wondering if you could do a Heket x reader and Kallamar x reader type of scenario where they both like the reader and end up both being with the reader (so basically love triangle turned polycule). I was also hoping you could make the reader a demon bat (that one bat follower form with the many eyes from the blood moon ritual event that happened last year) since it’s almost Halloween. Think of the reader in this as a spooky little mf that is actually chill and laidback that’s entire thing is things that are spooky but in a fun way.

"That's not fair!"

"I...got here..first..."

"Well..you can't woo somebody with a pumpkin pie, sister! You need to bedazzle them!" Kallamar sneered at Heket, before he cleared his throat and turned back to you.

There was a twinkle in his eye as he presented a bouquet made of crystals and bones. "I picked the best ones I could find from my missionary...just for you!" He kneeled down.

You just blinked, utterly dumbfounded by what was happening in front of you:

Two Bishops of the Old Faith--now followers of the Lamb--were professing their love to you with gifts.

They could have set their sights on literally anybody else, but they chose to court you, a demonic bat creature who showed up during last year's blood moon festival.

You used the still-active demonic circle as your gateway into this world, and have lived in the cult ever since.

As scary as you might appear with your many eyes, horns, and wings that made you look like something out of a nightmare...you were actually very easygoing and approachable. You actually enjoyed living on earth more than being stuck down below.

That being said, you got along well with everyone. Even scaredy cats like Kallamar eventually warmed up to you over the past few months.

Perhaps it's your kindness towards him that inevitably sparked his interest in courting you.

But unfortunately for him, Heket had the same idea.

And at this very moment...it put you in a tough situation, as both of them were now confessing their feelings in their own special ways:

Heket had baked you a pumpkin pie, because she knew you loved all things Halloween, including the vegetables from Anura. You didn't even know she could do more than just make delicious pumpkin stew....she can make a yummy-looking dessert as well! It's her own special way of showing how much she cares.

But Kallamar, on the other hand, had gone through the trouble to find you these bones and crystal shards. He risked life and limb venturing back into his former domain of Anchordeep, overcoming his cowardice to find the best ones for this floral arrangement--all just for you.

You loved them equally, but you knew that you couldn't be with one sibling without upsetting the other.

A blush rose to your cheeks as you took the pie and bouquet. "These are both lovely, dear bishops..but..." You paused, looking up to see them briefly glare at each other, only to snap their attention back to you. "Would it be wrong to say that...I just can't choose? I'd hate to break either of your hearts."

They frowned a bit, anticipating your rejection-

"But you know...I just remembered Lamb has several spouses, so.....couldn't that work for us, too?"

"H-Huh..?" Kallamar blinked in surprise, before glancing to his sister. "I mean..erm..marriage isn't something we had in mind just ye-"

"Oh, I know that." You chuckled. "I was thinking I could date you two at the same time."

".....us?" Heket muttered, equally stunned at your suggestion. "We...have to...share you?"

"If it's possible for Lamb, then surely it's possible for us, is it not?" You shrugged. "I say it's a good compromise...unless you two plan on fighting to the death over my heart."

She smirked. "Yes....fight pit-"

"No, no, no! That would be grossly unfair!!" The squid whined. "Let me tell you something about my sister, [y/n]...she is a BEAST in the fighting pit ritual! She killed one of our elders!"

"....tax...collector."

"Listen, I know you didn't like them. But that's-!"

"I was only joking around." You huffed, causing them to shut up and listen to you. But once you realized you startled them, you sighed and set down the gifts they gave you. "Nobody's fighting anybody...because I wanna be with both of you. If you guys need some time to think about it, I-"

"No....we...can't wait..." Heket grunted as she stepped forward, taking one of your hands into her own, examining your claws. "We..share."

"Why of course, we can settle for that." Kallamar held your other hand, smiling as he kissed you on the cheek, beneath one of your eyes.

You smiled as well, moving your bat wings out of the way so you could embrace them both, relieved that they accepted your compromise.

"Good. I bet Shamura didn't foresee any of this happening, huh?"

[pinkyjulien]

🟨 Appearance Creator Mod Infos Dump

With the release of ACM (Appearance Creator Mod) I wanted to dump some information that might be useful, especially for non-modders that want to play around with it!

(I had no involvement with the making of this mod at all, nor I have any tie with AMM development, just throwing my two cents as a regular user, player and modder)

You'll find some How To, Tutos and other useful heads-up under read more, if you plan on using this mod as a modding tool (sketching up outfits ideas before modding them as custom appearance for your blorbo for example) or simply want to play blorbo dress up!

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First, You might want to get familiar with these suffix, as you will need to identify what part of a character's outfit you wanna swap

▶ Garments Components Names

h0 - Character's head mesh he - Eyes mesh heb - Eyebrows mesh ht - Teeth mesh hx - Head's details meshes (pimples, makeup...) hh - Hair mesh t0 - Character's Body mesh t1 - Torso Inner Garment (T-shirt, Tank top...) t2 - Torso Outer Garment (Vest, Jacket, Hood...) a0 - Character's Arms mesh (Cyberarms...) l1 - Legs Garment (Pants...) s1 - Feet Garment (Shoes, Socks...) i1 - Accessory / Item Garment (Cyberware, Belt, Necklace...)

▶ Garments Rigs Names

ma - Man Average mb - Man Big mc - Man Child mf - Man Fat mm - Man Massive wa - Woman Average waf - Woman Average Fat

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⚠ It's important to note that Garments are NOT automatically refited to the character! You can use a WA garment on a Male NPC but it won't magically fit his shape

⚠ Johnny and Kerry, despite using the MA rig, both have a thinner bodies and most of the garment will float and appear larger on them

⚠ A lot of Garments have their own RIGs and physics, and might T-pose / break upon being swapped on your NPC of choice! For this reason, Hair with physics will automatically break as well

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AMC is a standalone window in game, and not included in AMM main window!

After spawning a NPC, the AMC window should fill up with the spawned entity's garment components (and yes it can get crowded really quick, especially on smaller monitors and resolution)

Yes, It also works on NPVs and NPC+! 🔥

Everything on these windows can be overwhelming especially if you're not familiar with modding, so I'll throw a little example here using Scorpion

First I want to get rid of his hood and vest, without using AMM's custom appearance, using only ACM

In the list, I look for his Vest and his Hood component

We can easily turn them invisible by clicking the "Toggle" button Make sure to also disable any decals, stickers, and additional component (his vest also has a decal component, see in the screenshot)

The little icon next to a component's name indicate it has been edited in some way

I'll now switch his tank top for something else

Click on "Select From List" next to the "Mesh Path" of the desired component (in Scorpion's case, t1_060_ma_tank__corset) Open up the "Torso" list, and you'll be able to click on any of the listed t1 and t2 garments!

⚠ As mentioned above, garments doesn't magically refits on characters; Scorpion use the Man Average body and rig, anything that isn't a "ma" garment won't fit him correctly!

⚠ Another thing to be aware of is that a lot of garments's might break around the collar area! However if you plan on using this same mesh in an outfit, don't let that scare you, as it's easily fixable in blender

Export your desired mesh and look for the "NeckCollar_JNT" bone and simply rename it to "Neck" (blender will put some numbers next to it but that's fine, ignore that)

I'm going to switch to Valentin here to showcase how to deal with potential clipping 🤏 Since Valentin's body is customized, bit chubbier, he always needs refiting

Let's say you swapped your character's top for something else but part of his torso clips out

To put my boys titas away, I'll look for his body component (t0)

Click on "Chunk Mask" to open the garment's submeshes list

Garment's meshes are broken down in multiple submeshes that can be easily chunkmasked (disabled) at will to deal with clipping! This is why NPC usually don't even have a full body mesh when taking off their clothes, they are chunkmasked to avoid clipping :D

I will disable the Submesh 1 by unchecking the "1" box

Don't be afraid to click on multiple box and see what gets chunkmasked on different meshes! You won't break anything 👌

aaand for now that's about all I can think of that might be confusing for users- tho if you have question don't hesitate to ask on this post, to reblog or to come into DMs!

[rnp5324]

❖-Corps | RoLo Main Factoids - At the beginning of the series, Logan and Ororo are in a loving relationship with each other. The two feel their anxieties about the oppressive world around them melt away when they spend their off-time in each other’s arms, even then, Logan continues to carry a sense of unease; All of his other relationships never seem to end well, why would this one be any different? Though, Ororo is always there to assure him that no matter what happens between them, she will always be there as a partner and as a leader for the team. - While Logan is definitely no saint and often gets into heated arguments with his teammates, Ororo appreciates that he wears his heart on his sleeves by being—maybe too brutally—honest. Despite his rough edges, she admires his witty charm and bolstered demeanor, while also finding comfort in the two both having histories neither are too particularly fond of. Logan is said to be quite the gentleman to her as well. - Ororo definitely looks out for Logan when he pushes things too far, often able to deescalate unfavorable situations by asserting herself, even if it means getting caught in the crossfire. Anyway this is foreshadowing. You are reading foreshadowing right now. - Logan greatly admires Ororo’s strength, as a leader, and as a Black-Mutant Woman. He loves how she wears her punk attire because it makes her happy, and being authentic means a great deal to him. Hell, he proudly loves Ororo despite the apparent controversy such an interracial relationship has stirred in the right-wing media in recent times; They’re happy together and that’s what matters. Even if he feels he doesn’t deserve the kindness bestowed upon by his partner, Logan can at least deeply trust in Ororo that they both have each other when things become too much. -After the major incident, Logan broke up with Ororo in order to protect her. Of course, it was incredibly painful for him to do and still feels the ramifications of it, but he can’t risk it whether she survived or not. He doesn’t want to know. -I still want to really emphasize that Ororo isn’t just Logan’s love interest. She fights to represent the BIPOC Mutant community as an X-Corps leader, whether that be through opposing Anti-Mutant legislation in court, or protecting her people on the streets, her intersectionality is something I want to take a sharp focus on in this series and as something she has to deal with both positively and negatively. Ororo Munroe I love youuuu

Tidbits -When embracing, Logan loves it when Ororo gently glides up his spine and administers soft electrical shocks from her finger tips. He feels goosebumps creep up him when this happens and gets a rise out of the sensation. Other times, he likes to be struck by her lightning. Why? He thinks it’s fun. Good thing he’s got a Healing Factor. -Ororo gets sore if she rests on Logan for too long; What Adamantium bones do to a mf. -When Logan needs to chill, Ororo will put a snow cloud over his head. She’s funny like that. She’ll even put a rain cloud over Logan if he’s outside during the summer and needs to cool off. Blow off some steam? She’s got gusts of wind for that. -Logan on the contrary, offers to use his claws to escort Ororo to places (which is nice for date nights) or to get back at people who’ve wronged her…He’s still working on the daily life thing. She tries to occupy him with origami and paper crafting, but he’s already studied the art of the blade, Ororo. He’ll finish the replica of the Eiffel Tower and be on his 5th beer by the time you come back with groceries.

[bunji-enthusiast]

Can we please get at continuance of the beyond the grave post? Maybe where the reader finally faces Brandon?

Two Bones To Pick — Beyond The Grave

• Sypnosis || coming to terms with it all.

• CW || hurt/comfort, fluff, reader is late 30’s to 40’s (fyi), Grave is chronologically 43, lots of terrible writing. Short— my bad.

• pairing || Grave/GN!Reader

• Note || Oh my GODDDD, i am so sorry for making you wait. Mf life got in the way 💀. > Previous part

It was now past midnight, the moon rising and making way for dawn.

You couldn’t understand it, how he was so willful and ignorant at the same time. Grave was so beautiful, yet so strange all the time. As he ever was.

He always was a strange man, you could never really comprehend him fully. The way he does kind acts in complete darkness, the way he smiles so silently in spite of whatever pain he was experiencing. You could never really understand.

In a way, you felt lucky, to be able to meet Brandon Heat all those years ago. Getting to know him as a person, it almost felt off that he had ever joined the mafia. He had too much of a kind heart, yet he always pulled through.

To know Brandon was to know sadness, Grave was a different mystery entirely you weren’t sure how to face.

“Ompf!” You crashed into another person, rubbing your temple as you calmed the ceaseless throbbing that had went on in your head. With a calmer gait, you looked up and began to apologise, “I’m sorry, I wasn-“

Oh.

It was Grave, Beyond The Grave. Suddenly a deep churning rumbled your stomach, anxiety mostly just from having to look at him. At once, he notices your forlorn expression and lays a hand on your shoulder.

Worry knits his brow, creases unnoticeable to the naked eye. Grave nodded curtly, as he unfortunately was left without the ability to speak properly — rarely had he been lucky to do so for few circumstances. He was trying to convey something, as if he was asking, ‘are you alright?’

At first, it seemed so silly and simple; but you knew otherwise. Your shoulders slumped, feeling a little defeated and at a loss for words. In spite of Grave’s few limitations, he still can care even if he holds a very cold stature.

To put it simply.

You weren’t sure.

Why? So many emotions and so many troubles, all swirling down to one thing. Because of Grave, because of Brandon Heat. You couldn’t find his reasons palpable for ever wanting to come back in the first place, and now, he was working hard to eliminate SEED.

But why? Why him? He shouldn’t need to. Grave was just so… indifferent, it felt like the usual shining coin you could see on the side walk just turned to a rotten emissary, floating away on a gutter.

Yet even better then ever, he came back strong. Your own heart simply just wanted you to get away from Grave, from Brandon Heat. You simply just couldn’t cope with the very fact, his extension.

Oh, his extension?… that sounded so heartless. At that very moment, Grave held your face, at most simply shaking you a little to snap out of whatever trance you were in. He was asking you, ‘You okay?’ So silently, without thought or grievance you couldn’t help the tears that flowed.

Grave, was beginning to understand. To understand who you were, why he had so randomly get flashes of you from his previous life - his previous identity. At an extent, the cold-shelled deadman felt warm.

You felt your head laying on his chest almost immediately, entirely as your legs to which Grave had noticed were about to buckle.

Brandon Heat was a kind man, kind man. A kind man who drove in the dark and took care of people in the shadows. Always lurking but never attacking, always putting others before himself. Never deeming it a necessary thing to kill those deemed innocent, even if it was to blantantly murder the happiness and innocent charms right before their very eyes.

So how charming had he remained, to be quiet and thoughtful even becoming Beyond The Grave?

That was a question for another time, to remain unanswered. He simply just held you as the weight of it all came crashing down finally.

Simply, without struggle. There would be no strength.

Even the death himself knew that.

[emomanswhore]

@bakidose crying and cumming all over myself rn

well hello there

[blutomindpretzel]

your guy and honey hc's are always so so good. it breaks my heart that it's ash's sibling that's the one finding it hard to fit in but the idea of their dad being hard on them feels so accurate. do you have any more ideas for how the way they were raised impacts them today? I also feel like honey KNOWS guy and ash would get along and is afraid of letting him into more of their life partly because of how well he already fits and how well they know he would continue to fit. that scares them

also for my own Milo obsession how do you think milo and honey get along?

Thanks, Anon! AND YES- Ash mentions his dad being a little bit of a hard-ass, so I only assumed these two had mega daddy issues. Ash and Honey were almost the same in height and size while being shifted, but their personalities couldn’t have been any more different- so ofc their dad treated each of them very differently. Not well- but still differently in a way that was noticeable. [CW: FAMILY ISSUES, ABUSE, TRAUMA RESPONSES]

Ash’s and Honey’s parents divorced early on, which only made things worse at home for these two. The split from their parents only led the split with their family, Ash was trying so desperately to keep things together- but Honey had already lost hope.

It got even worse when these two hit puberty and could finally shift. Their dad would hit the both of them, so Honey worked themselves to the bone to be strong enough to protect Asher. Honey basically had to raise Asher once their parents divorce was finalized.

The energy at home was so tense, especially when their dad was at work. Ash and Honey argued like madmen. Honey completely lost it past that point and became super reckless, happening to fall into the same crowd as Darlin- leading them to Quinn of course.

Asher was pissed off at Honey for being so reckless, but he was tired of arguing. So he just ignored them altogether. AND THEN HONEY GOT IN TROUBLE WITH QUINN AND ALL THAT JAZZ.

Once Honey heard all these stories about an ‘unnaturally large dog that looked big enough to be a wolf and then some’, they knew who he was talking about. They knew how similar Guy and Asher were- and in a way their mate filled that void for them, but Honey could never tell Guy that.

Guy fits so well into their life, and it terrifies them to no end. They mean the words ‘I love you’ more every time they say them- WHICH IS WHY THEY REFRAIN FROM EVEN SAYING THEM AT ALL. Letting Guy in seems like their worst nightmare, then he’d know how messed up their life really was despite the front they tried so desperately to uphold.

Asher, as well as Marie, texts Honey every now and then- Marie’s are just checking up on them, Asher’s is begging them to come home- or at least to come see him.

AND UGHHHH IF HONEY EVER MET BABE ASHER WOULD POSITIVELY SOB.

OOOH Milo and Honey…. They got along super well with his ma of course, Marie is simply the best woman in existence. But Milo gets sort of pissed at them for putting themselves as well as the pack in danger in the past.

He understands though, feeling the need to protect his parents after a hard time- especially after a messy divorce. Milo and Honey have a sort of unspoken understanding of one another- they don’t dislike each other per say, but they used to play fight until they were both bleeding when they were kids. And Marie was always the one to patch them up after the fact.

BTW THEIR DAD WAS A MF ALCOHOLIC AND WOULD OFFER DRINKS TO HONEY AND ASHER DESPITE BEING UNDERAGE AT THE TIME.

Honey constantly feels like they’re putting people in danger just by being around them, especially Guy. They want so desperately to call him their mate, but it’s never a good enough time- so they decide on never. For now.

[voidpacifist]

viktor x autistic!reader headcanons!

(disclaimer I am autistic but that doesn't mean i speak for anyone who is! it's a spectrum not a scale :) )

gender neutral reader, sfw

first of all, this man fucking loves it when you talk about your special interest(s)

could listen to you ramble on and on about them for hours and hours, even while he's working

and when you ask him why he loves it so much, this man just gets a grin and is all like, "well y/n, this is part of your life and makes you happy. that makes me happy, no?"

some days you're very very very chatty, so much so that he can't keep up with your info dumping

he'll always ask (very gently of course) for you to go over bits and pieces one more time

and then some days you're not chatty at all, to the point where even just talking is overwhelming

he keeps a chest of weighted blankets and toys in the lab for you to stim with on those days

he'll just know immediately by the look on your face what kind of day it is, because he's someone who's hyperaware of other people's cues

he knows all of yours very very well, but he never expects you to memorize all of his. he's very direct with you about his emotional needs because even though they're easy for him to read off of you, they're very hard for you to read off of him

you probably don't look him in the eye a "normal amount," either staring for a long time during conversations or not looking at his face at all

on your "no talking days," as he likes to call them, you have a lot more trouble looking at his face. even though he insists he doesn't mind and that society's rules about eye contact are stupid, it's easy to feel bad about

you grew up masking who you were, while viktor grew up unable to hide who he was, so anytime you feel comfortable enough to stim around him oh boy does he have a lot of feelings about it

mostly pride, because wow, that's his partner and best friend trusting him enough to be themselves around him!

he 100% builds fidget toys when he's bored. he's always watching the ways you like to move so he can accommodate that with his inventions

mel medarda walked in on him making a toy once, and now when she isn't using the ones she has to bribe councilor hoskel, she'll just randomly drop them off at the lab

like you're probably just talking through some of viktor's notes with him when there's a knock at the door and mel fucking medarda is in the lab and she just smiles at you both before leaving the toy on the desk

definitely keeps you occupied for hours, much to viktor's (lighthearted) disappointment

sleeping is hit or miss for both of you. sometimes one or the other will be too full of thoughts to sleep while the other is out like a light

it's usually viktor who falls asleep first, because his body requires more maintenance than yours

(the maintenance part can be true for machine herald viktor too, though I doubt he requires any sleep tbh)

viktor finds it painful to sleep on his back because of the screws in his spine, and you don't like the feeling of them against you, so he's usually the big spoon. when it's been a long day and he needs to be the one receiving spooning, you have a pillow to put between the two of you

so it's like a viktor-pillow-y/n sandwich

you can't stand small touches like poking or tapping or even hands on your shoulders, so viktor finds other ways of getting your attention

your favorite is when he just leans on you. it's attention grabbing but it's also very grounding

considering this mf is mostly skin and bone

it's rare for you to have meltdowns, but they do happen. and when they happen, viktor has a whole mental list of steps on what to do. he's written it and showed you before on your good days so you both can do the steps together

helps your brain process things one at a time, while having some company

he never touches you during these unless it's to give you tight squeezes

one time, you fully asked if he would just sit on your chest. it was an adamant no from him because he knows how hard it is to breathe when you're panicking

(but when you're not panicking, he definitely indulges in that request)

you guys are both excellent communicators if you need help from the other. if he's not having a good pain day, he'll tell you. if you're not having a good sensory day, you'll tell him and vice versa

"витя, can I have my blanket?"

"y/n, can we go home early?"

jayce isn't as well versed about your support needs as viktor is, but mans does his best

it was his idea to keep the chest of sensory items in the lab, but viktor knew what to fill it with

jayce is an extremely touchy person, we all knew that

so it takes all of his willpower not to pat you on the back (literally) when he wants to express affection

that's okay though, because you give him a big ol squeeze before he goes home in the evenings

you and viktor probably share an apartment. and if not, either way he has a section of his fridge/pantry dedicated to your same foods and other texture friendly foods

similarly, you have a section of your bathroom cabinet chalk full of pain meds, hot water bottles, etc.

you guys are both so damn sappy where do I even start

petnames galore

he likes to call you honeybee, because according to him, you're "always buzzing."

you like витя best, because it comes from his name already

(that's all I can think of now but I hope yall like these okay byeee)

витя — pronounced "vitya," diminutive of "viktor" in russian (I know he's czech I just wanted an excuse to use this nickname)

[pufflocks]

hi bestie! here's a concept for u: think about sitting in arans lap after taking an (eventful) shower after practice. his skin warm against yours and the towel hanging loose around his hips does nothing to stop his bulge from pressing into yours. his kisses are slow and purposeful, sucking on your chest and neck while you apply product to his damp hair, massaging his scalp in that circular motion he likes. it's soft and intimate how you crane your head to get a better look at his scalp, brushing down and around in a clockwise motion a couple times until the waves curl in on themselves and he's looking dashingly handsome per usual.

"gonna put the duey on too?" he grins and you humm in reply. confirming his assumption when you lean in to press a kiss to his plump lips, simultaneously tugging the baby blue silk material off his desk. you secure it to his head with ease and slide your fingers along the seams to ensure the fabric doesn't press into his forehead while he sleeps. "there. all good" you whisper.

arans lovestruck smile is blinding, he looks at you with dark, hooded eyes that unleash butterflies in your abdomen. then a pulse of wanting warms you from the inside out when he rasps "mmm, thank you prince"

Summary: When- when I say I look dumb ash smiling hella hard in my bed- I say that with the highest confidence cuz. ✌🏽😛 I dont think yall understand but Aran is literally a fucking- *bangs on the mf table* BLACK GOD— lemme do this before I bust a nut in these damn pants. Also I love yo ass for this. ❤💙💛 { Hope you don't mind I got carried away. This req might make me do a part 2. 🚶🏽‍♂️}

Warnings: NSFW • Aran being fine ash • proof read

Cast: Bottom!M!Reader! X Aran Ojiro

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Steam clouded shower windows with two intimate silhouettes crossing eachother. Coming for the second time is when your mind started o slip into something darker than your own lust. You draw your body closer to the chest of your lover, Aran, as his heavy hands squeeze near your rigid hip bones as if it was routine.

In an hushed voice to your ear, "So out in the open for me, sweets." He smirked when you turned to plant a messy kiss under his jaw. Not meaning to linger longer than you need to.

Due to everything basically falling in slow motion, breathing felt more difficult as you felt him pulsate inside of you. Ugh, his girth was most definitely something you favored.

Anything that required moving felt hard, though. How could he be conscious while you were barely on your own feet ? God complex anyone would think, honestly.

Minutes passing while your heart sped up for the umpth time as you felt your orgasm come in reach. Not even a break ? You could only guess he was still pumped with adrenaline from the winning game earlier.

He hit the finishing touch to the ball as the audience roared with excitement and cheer. He deserved it. And as the greedy and lovestruck thing he was, he also thought he deserved some shower sex from his favorite person. You.

"Baby- g- Mm-! Gonna cum, bae. Fuck !" He held you close as though someone would take you from him. Broad shoulders hunching over as he jerked you off under lukewarm water.

He mumbled a, "Come on baby boy.. Come on daddy and show me how much I deserve this tight ass." That sent you over the moon immediately, having you shooting a quivering load. Breath racked in your lungs and head thrown back as your curled in closer to the much bigger body. "There you go. Good boy. Fuck, such a perfect lil' thing." Ending the sex with tender kisses to his lovers back.

He did deserve it.

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After a long while, you both made yourselves present in his room. Aran not even bothering to adjust the towel around his hips considering the light bulge he had underneath rudely pressing against your own.

"I love you so much Y/N." He started with purposeful kisses occasionally giving your ass a firm, but a gentle stroke of his enlarged hands. He loved you alright. He couldn't stop himself from nipping at your warm wet skin on your chest to your neck. The hickies already looking as red as a rose in spring. You doubt he would apologize for them since he enjoyed hearing you complain in the morning.

"I love you too. Too much.." You were in sync with his body language and movement. Had you not drawn yourself back, you probably would have had him have his way with you again. That sounded pleasant to the ears though you both needed rest.

"Give me the comb and oil bottle." Your boyfriend stopped his idle ministrations and quirked and eyebrow at you.

"Give you what ?" He waited for a response before you giving him a playful eye roll.

"Please. Please give me the comb and oil. Stop play with me, Aran." You said. He stifled his laugh as you were handed the comb. Soft stroking his head with it as you crane your head to get a different angles at a specific area. His hair was one of the things he cherished secretly so you and some other family members were only aloud to touch it.

A minute later or so you realized his eyes were lingering near your chest down to your idle member. "Feel good ?" You whispered. Scooting yourself closer to his body.

"Yeah. S' good to me, baby boy. Thank you." He murmured. The movement to hug your waist nearly made you drop the oil bottle out of your hand.

He sat up straight to look up at you only to give you a lingering smooches to your jaw. "Gonna put the duey on ?" He asked. You hummed. Raising your shoulders a bit from the ticklish sensation he was giving you to your jaw.

"So sensitive." He poked your sides making you jump, while in the process of grabbing his silky baby blue durag from his desk.

"Stop before I choke you with this string, boy." You giggled. He snickered. Not funny.

"You wouldn't." He pestered on. You would, but you weren't in the mood to act goofy after kickass shower sex.

He started to trace his fingers under your towel, rubbing on your thighs while you were at work putting on the duey. It was silent in the room besides him humming every now and then some songs.

"Done, you look sexier now." You kissed his forehead as you smoothed your hand over his head. He smiled then his face turned into confusion.

"I wasn't sexy before ?" He said chuckling. It was cute and funny how your day started with a win of a your boyfriend's game, then ending in you both in his room giggling and cackling like dumbasses.

"You are ! But this baby blue on yo big ass head gonna make me bust one. Stay safe." You chuckled lightly as you pulled away from him. Finally standing on your own legs on the cold wooden floor. The water on both of your bodies dried up now aswell.

"'M finna put on some clothes. It's cold in here." Before you could even step closer to the dresser he grabbed you by your waist. The both of you falling into the plush bed as he made quick ministrations to cover you both in blankets and his sheets. The towels you both had around your bodies long forgotton.

"You are literally something." You mumbled scooting closer to his warm chest. Having a slightly bigger person to cuddle with was always a blessing and he took that role with a smile.

"I may be something, but I'm your something and you're my prince." So sappy. He planted a kiss to your temple. You hummed in appreciation as you placed chaste kisses to his chest and underside his clipped beard.

"Sleepy now.." you said. Yawning felt really good at the moment. Letting your eyes hang low and mind rest fully. Aran held you closer to his chest as he brushed back any hair from your forehead.

"Go to sleep my prince. You deserve it." He murmured laying the final kiss to your upper eye lid. You don't know what you did to deserve it, but knowing how humble and forgiving your man is, you might have deserved it at this point if he said something.

Yes.. Yes.

[avengerscompound]

In

In:  A Hawkeye Fanfic

Buy me a coffee with Ko-fi Character pairing:  Clint Barton x Reader

Word Count:  1341

Warnings:  Smut (MF, shower sex, vaginal sex, hookups)

Synopsis:  After a particularly hard mission, you accidentally walk in on Clint taking a shower.  He makes you an offer that he didn’t expect you’d take him up on.

A/N:  I was reading an old Avengers comic and Echo walked in on Clint in the shower, and he made the offer in this fic.  She chose the opposite.  Bad choice, Echo.  Bad choice.  Anyway... here you go.

In

It had been a hard mission.  Not just physically.  Though it was that too.  You were bruised in places you didn’t even know existed and more than one teammate had come home with broken bones.  However, it was the mental exhaustion that was that hurt most.  Nothing had gone right, civilians had died, and once again the public was calling for the decommission of the Avengers.  Everyone was blaming themselves and the debrief had been a mixture of arguing and sullen silence.

You were weary right down to the core and you just wanted to take a shower, get a bottle of wine, and go to bed.

You were so caught up in your head that you didn’t notice that sound of water in the bathroom you shared with Clint, Sam, and Natasha.  When you opened the door to a face full of steam, you stopped in shock and blinked slowly your brain too sluggish to connect the steam with the shower and the large male shape behind the curtain.

“In or out,” Clint half-shouted.  You noticed his purple hearing aids sitting on the glass shelf above the sink and given he hadn’t poked his head out around the shower curtain, you assumed it was the sudden rush of cool air rather than him knowing it was you specifically that was standing there.  It was an open invitation to whoever it was that had just walked in on him and you were more than tempted to take him up on it.

You closed the door and locked it and began to strip off your clothes.  Moving smoothly so that Clint wouldn’t be as likely to detect you.  It seemed to work because when you slip into the shower behind him he's so startled he nearly slips over.

“What the…?” He yelped, a little too loudly.  “I didn't… You don't…”

You put your finger to his mouth to quiet him.  You'd seen Clint naked before.  Most of the world had.  He had an uncanny knack for losing his clothes in battle.  But it was never like this.

Wet and bruised, he seemed slightly vulnerable, and up close he was even more attractive than you’d realized.

“Do you want me to leave?”  You said, speaking slowly and clearly so he could read your lips.  He shook his head slightly and his eyes traveled down your body, his pupils dilating so the pale blue was soon lost in the inky black.

You skimmed your thumb over his plump bottom lip and he opened his mouth, letting you push it inside.  As he sucked on your thumb, his eyes locked back on yours, and you ran your free hand around his shoulders and up the back of his neck until it was tightened in his wet hair.  “What do you want?”  You asked.

“Everything,” he said, letting your thumb go.

You kissed him hard.  It was a searing, passionate kiss.  You claimed him with it and he submitted to you.  Your tongue flicked over his lips, coaxing them apart and when he brought his tongue out you circled them around each other.

You pulled back and started kissing your way down his chest, your tongue flicking out to gather up the warm water as it ran down his skin.  He groaned and let his head fall back, redirecting the flow of water down his back.

You licked down the line of his Adonis’ belt, humming softly as it directed you down to his achingly hard cock.  His hand went to your hair and he slid his fingertips back and forth over your scalp, almost like he couldn’t decide if he wanted to grab a handful of your hair or just rest his hands there.

You cupped his balls in one hand and flattened your tongue, running it up his shaft.  Clint moaned loudly, the sound echoing off the bathroom walls.  You lapped over the head of his cock and sucked greedily on it.  Clint looked back down at you, and as you gazed up at him water splashed down on your face.  You dropped your head further down, taking him deeper into your mouth.  Clint’s hips jerked and his hands tightened in your hair.  You opened your mouth and looked up at him.

“Fuck…” he groaned.  “Okay, then.”

He began to thrust his hips, fucking your throat.  He went slowly at first, testing your limits, and then began to move faster.  You relaxed your throat so he could bottom out in your mouth without you gagging and as you took him, water-filled your mouth and you drank it down, making him groan loudly each time you swallowed.

You gripped his hips and he stilled his thrusts, but before you got back up, you closed your mouth around his shaft and swirled warm shower water around it.  Clint hummed and tugged on your hair and you swallowed the water and stood up.

“Didn’t expect that you’d stay,” he said and kissed you hard.  You jerked him off slowly as the two of you kissed, and Clint spun you around and pushed his cock up against your ass.  “I want to fuck you so bad,” he groaned.  “Can I?”

You turned back to him, so he could see your face.  He had such a desperate need etched on his battered features.  You nodded.  “I trust you,” you said before turning back to the wall.

He pressed his forehead against your shoulder and pulled your hips back to meet him and with a thrust, he sunk quickly into the heat of your cunt.  He moaned as your walls closed around him and you clenched, squeezing him tightly inside you.  “Fuck,” he growled.  “I have thought about this so many times.”

You wanted to question him.  You hadn’t realized he’d ever even seen you like that before.  He’d always been the class clown around you and flirted the way he did with practically everyone.  Now was not the time for that, he wouldn’t have been able to hear you properly even if he hadn’t already started fucking you hard against the cool tiled wall.

He thrust hard and quick, pushing you against the wall with every snap of his hips.  Your hands slipped against the wet tiles.  Clint wrapped an arm around your waist and pressed his hand against your cunt, holding you firmly in place as he fingered your clit with calloused fingers.  The other hand he wrapped around your throat, pulling you back against him.  You tilted your head, nosing at his cheek, breathing heavily through parted lips.

“Fuck, Clint,” you groaned, your lips grazing over his cheek.

He turned his head and captured your lips, and you started falling apart for him.  Your core clenched and your cunt fluttered.  Your legs began to tremble.  Everything began to prickle as your head became fuzzy.  All at once, your muscles seized and you came, shuddering and crying out.

Clint kept thrusting, making a low groan as he chased his own release.  As your orgasm passed through you, you began to pulse your cunt, hoping to help bring Clint over.

He pulled out suddenly and pumped his cock and with a grunt, he came, spilling over your ass.

You sighed and let yourself rest against the wall as your breathing returned to normal.  Slowly you pushed yourself up and turned to look at Clint.  He looked at you with his head tilted.  “We gonna talk about that?”  he said loudly.

‘After’ you signed and grabbed the shampoo.  You squeezed a blob onto your hand and began to work it into Clint’s hair.  He closed his eyes and made an almost purring sound.

“What’s this for?”  He asked as he opened his eyes again.

“I needed it,” you said.  “And you said you wanted everything.”

A smile crossed his face and he shook his head a little.  “I like everything.”

He closed his eyes again and relaxed under your hands.  You weren’t sure what the conversation was going to be like after, you just let go and appreciate the now.

[ppersonna]

half baked - pjm | m

baby we two distant strangers. i know you don't speak my language, but I love the way she's talking to me - love talk, wayv

↳ summary- park jimin gets a job at your bakery, and you can’t help but find yourself annoyingly attracted to the cocky man.

↳ rating- explicit/18+/nsfw

↳ pairing- park jimin x reader

↳ word count- 5.2k

↳ genre- smut, fluff

↳ warnings- penetrative sex, oral sex (m receiving), dirty talk, lightly dom!jimin, sub!reader, slight enemies2lovers, sex in a kitchen, please god don’t fuck in a kitchen its a health code violation, spanking, nipple play, cum play, fingering

↳ a/n- ahHH!HHHHhhh!H! i blame this 100% on @wwilloww​ for merely putting the idea in my head and i had to take it and run with it.  also thank you to @kimtaehyunq​ my babe/my loml for the amazing banner! i truly do not deserve u but ily so much.  and thank you to @chimoona​ @ladyartemesia​ @xjoonchildx​ @taetaewonderland​ for being the best mf squad a lady could have and beta-ing this for me! i love you all so much! i hope you enjoy silly cocky jimin!

 Two cups of flour, one and three quarters cup sugar, 2 cups of butter.

You know the recipes by heart.  In fact, one might postulate that the recipes themselves are the sole contents of your heart.  

You live and breathe baking. It is your solace and your truest love.

Which is why it is all nearly thrown into catastrophe when Park Jimin comes into the picture.

It starts on a rather busy day.  You’re hard at work in the kitchen, prepping the finished products and presenting them in neat little boxes, when your best friend and co-owner of Wake ‘N Bake, Willow, lets out a frustrated squeal..  You turn your head to find her covered head to toe in flour, making you snort as she shoots you a playfully ominous glare.

“Shut up,” she sniffs as she attempts to pat some fine dust off of her, to no avail. “I only have two hands and about fifty things to do with them at the same time.”

Your lips part to reply something equally sassy when the bell over the front door rings, notifying you of a paying customer.  Grabbing a towel, you quickly wipe off cookie debris and throw it at your best friend to do her best to clean off as she follows behind you.

You pause as you take stock of who stands there. A handsome man arrives at the cash register and peers around, presumably looking for an employee.  He is gorgeous—ethereal even and looks like someone who walked out of the pages of a magazine. His bone structure screams model, and you can’t help but feel the stirrings of desire for the beautiful stranger.

“Hi! Welcome to Wake ‘N Bake!” Willow sings cheerfully, despite being coated in baking flour.

The man eyes her with a glint of humor in his eye, and Willow’s cheeks turn a hue of pink when she remembers her current appearance.

“Hi,” he speaks. His voice is smooth like butter, and gentle. It makes you feel weak, like you’re warming in the very ovens that your pastries rise in.

“I saw your shop from down the street and I had to stop in. Your desserts look amazing.  Is the owner here by chance?”

Your smile fades as he looks around the room for someone else, someone beyond you and your best friend.

Of course.

No one believes that two young women could start and maintain their own business. Everyone assumes that some older, well-off man was at the helm while you and Willow toil for minimum wage.

Your arms cross over your body in clear displeasure.

“We are the owners.”

“Oh!”  The man looks surprised but not put off. “Awesome. I was hoping I could… talk to you about, err—… a job?”

His face is sheepish and Willow nearly coos at the sight.

Unfortunately, it appears you and your best friend have warring ideas.

“Yes!” She chimes at the same moment you dead-pan a resounding ‘No’.

Your heads spin to stare at each other—Willow’s eyes wide in disbelief and yours in annoyance.

“We need the help!” She huffs.

“We can do things on our own, like we always have,” you remind her.

Willow gestures to her flour covered clothing in desperation.

“We clearly could use help with how successful we have gotten!”

To your chagrin, she has a point. It might be nice to have someone to help in the front while the two of you manage the kitchen in the back.  It would increase your productivity by double what you’re able to do now.

But there’s something about his attitude coming in that rubs you the wrong way.  Like, he’s too pretty. Too confident. Too nice.

“What’s your baking experience?” You ask as you turn back to the hopelessly lost, yet ever eager man.

“Oh, err—,” he stutters. “I worked at my friend Jin’s restaurant. That served desserts, too?”

You shake your head in disdain while Willow claps her hands in excitement, a puff of white flour dust pluming into the air.

“Perfect! So you could do sales!?”

“Yeah! I can do sales, no problem.”

You turn your gaze back to Willow who stares at the man like he is her knight in shining armor.

“Willow?! Can I talk to you in the back?”

She knows that tone—the one that tells her you’re not pleased with her decisions. She nods once and politely excuses the both of you from the man before heading back towards the kitchen.

“What in the world is wrong with you?!” She asks the moment the swinging door closed.

“Me?!” You’re incredulous—hands flying in the air. “You’re over here trying to hire the first Joey Hot-Lips who walks in off the street!”

Willow’s anguished face falls and turns into a devilish smirk as she leans back on her heels.

“Aha! You’re attracted to him,” she notes as if she figured out the world's greatest mystery. “That’s why you don’t want him here.”

“What? No!” Your defense crumbles around you. “Did you hear him? He totally acted like he didn’t believe we could be the owners!”

“Oh, come on, that was a simple mistake and you know it!  You’re just being protective.”

You ‘humph’ a non-committal response—unable to argue.

You are protective of your bakery. It’s your combined love child with Willow. What started as a dream between cocktails with your best friend became a real brick and mortar reality.  You had been through enough trying to open it you can’t help but feel skeptical of anyone trying to get involved. Many tried to discredit your ability to maintain such a successful shop, and you’d rather continue to run it with no one else than see it fall at the hands of another.

“Just as I thought,” Willow hums. “In that case, he’s hired!”

You’re given no chance to reply—the flour-covered girl pushes through the swinging doors and announces to the handsome man that he’s hired and free to start the following day.

“Great!  Thanks!” His smile is sincere—blinding and breathtaking, and you hate how much you want to see that smile again.

He leaves as quickly as he arrived, waving goodbye as he exits the chiming door.

“Now, you need to deal with whatever issues you have about letting others into the shop,” she says pointedly, pushing a finger into your arm gently. “And whatever issues you have with wanting to bone him.”

“Willow!” You gasp. “I do not want to bone him!”

“Sure, babe. You think you can fool me but I know you too well. Just try not to fuck him in the kitchen, alright? I don’t need the health inspector up our ass.”

The next early morning starts at 4:30 am, with you elbow deep in cookie dough for a catering order.  You’ve nearly forgotten about the new employee starting until the man himself strolls into the back kitchen as if he’s worked there for years.

“Hey!” He says cheerfully, two cups of coffee in his hands. “I got you a coffee. Willow said you’re a nightmare without some in the morning.”

Your eyes narrow at the man. It’s unfair how delicious he looked so early; while you look like a frizzy mess who rolled out of bed and walked into work (which you did), he looked polished and crisp and clean. It’s infuriating as much as it’s glaringly attractive.

“Thanks,” you mutter as you pick cookie dough off your hands and pull off your plastic sanitary gloves. “Every girl loves hearing she’s a nightmare.”

He chuckles behind his steaming cup and places yours on the workbench next to you.

“Those were her words, of course. I’d never call you a nightmare.”

You easily flush, then chastise yourself for allowing him to make you feel so weak so early in the morning.

“To be fair,” he continues. “I don’t even know your name.”

“___,” you sigh as you grab the coffee and bring it to your lips. “And you?”

“Jimin. Park Jimin.”

The first sip of coffee is like a soothing hug. He somehow knew how you took your coffee—two creams and two sugars.

“I didn’t know how you liked it, so I just guessed.”

“Good guess.”

Jimin smirks and looks proud of his accomplishment.

“You seem like the type of girl who likes balance to her sweetness.”

You stare at him curiously over your own steaming paper cup, unsure of what to make of his comment.

“Good morning to the love of my life!” Comes the voice of your best friend entering through the back door.

You roll your eyes in amusement as she teeters in, peppy and perky as she always is this early.

“Oh! Hi, Jimin.”  Her cheeks turn a familiar shade of rose as she realizes he heard her. “I didn’t know you were here yet.  That’s just a… thing we say to each other every morning.”

“Cute.” Jimin smirks at you, making your stomach lift with unwanted butterflies. “Where do you want me?”

Underneath you, beside you, above you, any possibly way...

You shake your head quickly to push away the sexual thoughts of the gorgeous man taking you from any position. No, you refuse to let your mind wander there.

Willow finishes washing her hands and putting on her apron before she nods to the fridge.

“If you can get the milk, eggs, and butter out, we’ll use you for creaming.”

Your cheeks heat impossibly as Jimin smirks even wider.

“Oh, I’m fantastic at creaming.”

Your hands pause from where they massage dough while you close your eyes and breathe, before lifting to glare at your best friend who wears a faux-innocent look.

“I’m sure you are, Jimin,” she chimes virtuously, before getting to work.

The next few weeks were a haze. You’re so caught up with graduations, birthdays, weddings and major events that your time spent at the shop overtakes your time sleeping, breathing, existing in any way that isn’t baking.

Even Jimin was busy.  Despite your initial hesitancy, he was proving to be an excellent third member of your team.  He’s a pro at sales—you’re sure his good looks and the mostly female clientele helps—and he pitches in in the kitchen without fail. He even tries his hand at decorating cakes, with only one frosting-based spill.  You would never give Willow the satisfaction of telling her outright, but she made an excellent decision in hiring the dazzling man.

But it doesn’t stop your annoying heart from fluttering every time he comes close to you—rubs elbows as he helps you roll out dough or smiles at you from across the workbench as he stamps out sugar cookies.  You refuse to allow yourself any thoughts on what it would taste like to lick dough off his fingers or how he would look bending you over the countertop to take you from behind.

You only allow such thoughts at night, safely tucked into bed with your vibrator cranked to the highest setting.

It doesn’t help that Jimin solidifies himself in your life by introducing his handsome and dopey best friend Jungkook to your gorgeous and clumsy best friend Willow.  The moment they laid eyes on each other, you knew you were doomed to have Jimin in your life with or without the bakery.

And you weren’t sure how to handle that notion.

Was Jimin flirting with you simply because you were there?  He seemed to have no problem flirting with the customers.  Sure, the shop has never made more money than when Jimin works his charms and seduces women of all ages to buy the extra cookies, cannolis, and cakes—not that you watched or glared or hated every second. No, of course not. It was for the good of your business and the angry jealousy demon inside you would need to stay firmly locked away.

Except, it’s on a particularly crowded day at the shop that your jealousy gets the best of you.

You’re up front assisting Jimin by boxing and bagging the treats he rings up.

You know he’s flirtatious, but it’s when he goes the extra mile for an extra pretty girl that you lose your cool on him the moment the customers leave.  

“Do you have to eye-fuck every single co-ed that walks in this place?!”

Your hands fly up in frustration, and Jimin watches you with a soft gaze.

His silence and knowing smirk makes you continue.

“Seriously? What the fuck was that about?! You’re acting like you’re about to bend her over right here in front of us! Jesus!”

Willow hears the commotion from the back and comes forward.

“What’s going on here?” She asks suspiciously.

You point towards Jimin who maintains his poised demeanor.

“I’m reminding Jimin that work is not a place to sexually engage our customers!”

Willow rolls her eyes as she pulls her apron off and grabs her coat from the hook.

“Whatever, you’re being ridiculous. Jimin’s never been inappropriate. Plus, he’s making us a fuck-ton of money,” she sighs. “You two can close up without killing each other right?”  She eyes you in particular.

You cross your arms and huff, glancing at the clock to find you have two hours still until closing. “Why? Where are you going?”

Willow’s annoyance fades away as if it never existed.

“Jungkook is taking me to the Museum of the Printing Press!”

You can’t help but choke a laugh while she pushes your arm.

“Shush! You know how much I love them! And he totally surprised me with tickets!”

Willow can’t shake that lovesick look in her eyes and your heart melts a little. She’s your best friend and you’re thrilled she’s found someone who wants to indulge her in her nerdy fascinations.

“Go have fun, babe,” you smile sincerely. “We can take care of closing. Now, go fuck on a letterpress or whatever!”

Willow snorts and hugs you tight, bids goodbye to Jimin, and exits the store.

Now that your quick anger is gone, you feel sheepish around the man who has yet to reply to your tirade—but you refuse to stick around under his piercing gaze.

“I’ll be in the back,” you mumble under your breath before slipping into the kitchen before he can get any word in edge wise.

You spend the rest of the evening monologuing an apology as you prep ingredients for the next morning and clean your workstations.  The shop is closed, doors locked, and Jimin is somewhere at the front of the house finishing his duties.

“‘Hey, I’m sorry for the way I acted’,” you practice out loud. “Hm—no, not humble enough. ‘Hey Jimin, I was a real bitch’, too degrading?  Maybe something like, ‘Hey Chim, can I call you Chim? That was fucked up, wasn’t it? Haha.’ God!” You throw your rag down in a huff, frustrated at your inability to form a decent apology.

“You can call me Chim, if you want,” a voice speaks from behind you.

You squeak in surprise and turn around, clutching your apron in your hands as you find Jimin leaning against a wall with a smirk on his face.

“Only my closest friends call me Chim, but I think we’re close enough.”

You swallow hard and nibble at your lip.

“I’m assuming you heard that whole… thing,” you mumble anxiously.  His nod confirms that he heard your entire play-by-play of the apology you would deliver to the handsome man.

“Yeah,” he licks at his lips. “You know, you’re really cute when you’re jealous.”

“J-jealous?” You nearly trip over your own tongue.  “I wasn’t—, I’m not jealous!”

Jimin begins a slow approach towards you, striding as he keeps his sparkling eyes on yours.

“Oh?”  He quirks his head, making his soft hair fall into his face.  You desperately want to push it away, cup his cheek, kiss those ridiculously plump lips.

He can tell you’re staring at this mouth and it makes his smirk turn nearly feral.

“So, you weren’t jealous? Not a single bit?”

He inches closer and you can feel your heart tighten in your chest and your stomach twists in on itself in excitement, in nerves.

“N-no,” you whisper, unconvincingly.

“You didn’t want to be the one I was making eyes at?  The one who ‘gets bent over the counter’ as you said?”

“I—,” Jimin cuts your words short as he stands a breath away from you.

“I guess if you weren’t jealous, then I don’t have to tell you you’re the one I really want to bend over the counter.”

You’re sure your heart stops beating—positive that it will fall from its place in your ribs into your feet.  

“What?”

Jimin cups a hand to your cheek and smiles as he steps even closer.

“If you’re not jealous, then I don’t have to reassure you you’ve got nothing to be jealous over.”

Your lips run dry, throat parched as if you’ve never had a sip of water.  Jimin is standing so close to you you can feel the heat coming off of him in waves.

“Jimin—,” you breathe and he continues forward until he presses you against the countertop and crowding you into the metal and wood.

“Tell me you were jealous.”

You gulp, eyes seeking his for an answer, for any information.  Is he playing you? Does he know you’re hopelessly attracted to him?  Does he find it humorous to tease you when Willow isn’t here to insert herself into your flirting.

“I was jealous,” you admit slowly. The words are hard to release, but once they do, the floodgates open. “I wanted to be the one you flirted with.  I was jealous because I want to be the one you notice.”

Jimin smirks, then pulls your face in quickly for a heated kiss.

His lips are just as plush, just as soft as you imagined.  They’re puffy and sweet and he tastes like one of the treacle tarts you made that morning.  He must have had one with lunch, and you find yourself addicted to the way he tastes with your creations on him. You wonder what he’d taste like with your arousal coating that tender, plump mouth.

He bites at your own lip and tugs, chucking under his breath as you mewl your desire at the slight hint of pain.

“Fuck, you’re so hot when you’re angry like that,” he breathes as he presses his forehead to yours.  “I nearly popped a boner while you were yelling at me. I could tell you were jealous, and it made me want you more.”

It’s hard to hear him speak so candidly—it makes you groan.

“Jimin—fuck,” you sigh. “I’ve been attracted to you since you walked into this goddamn place.”

He smirks and snags your lips up in another desperate, yet quick, kiss.

“I know.  It’s why you didn’t want me to work here.”

You grumble after he pulls away, tired of the teasing and wanting nothing more than to stop talking and start doing.

“I didn’t like you because you assumed I wasn’t the owner.”

He smiles and rubs at your arms, a softer expression crossing his face.

“No, but I hoped you were.”

It’s silent for a moment and you let his words wash over you as he continues.

“I was attracted to your authority.  I could tell you were important here somehow, just didn’t know in what way.”

You swallow your growing guilt.  You had clocked Jimin entirely wrong.

“Jimin, I’m sorry,” you start.

“Hey, hey, I already heard your apology, remember?” He smiles.  “Although, I could think of a great way to mend the wounds if you’re interested.  No pressure.”

His soft smile becomes a devilish grin instantly and your body lights with instant arousal.

“What did you have in mind?”

His lips press to yours again and you nearly lose yourself completely in his embrace.  Your arms circle his neck and he holds you tight at your waist, before pulling away from you, yet again.

“I happen to be very good at creaming, if you’ll recall.”

You can’t hold back a snort of laughter, that quickly gets covered by Jimin’s hot lips, one’s he will not pull away from you any time soon.

“You want to, right here?” You ask as he trails a hot line down your throat.

“Yeah, do you?”  

You vaguely remember Willow’s threat of not fucking in the kitchen, but find you can’t seem to care an ounce.

“Fuck yeah, I do.”

Jimin needs to hear no more.  He pulls you close and kisses you with the remaining amounts of pent-up passion and emotion he feels for you.  He’s grown to love the way you take charge, the way you move through the building like you own the place—because you do.  He loves the power you radiate and wants nothing more than to make you give up that power for a single night, to him.

“You wanna do this… all the way?” He asks, re-assuring himself that he’s not throwing himself at his boss.

“I want you, Jimin.  I want you to bend me over this workbench and fuck me until I’m crying for more.  Please.”

He grins and lays a hand on your neck, fingers tracing the gentle lines.  

“I might not let you boss me around,” he warns.

“Take control.”  Your eyes are blazing with need.  It makes him smile, and he gives the moment a slight pause.

“Then, get on your knees and show me just how sorry you are for yelling at me.”

You’re sinking to your knees quicker than you can comprehend.  Jimin is almost thrown at how instantly you caved and submitted to him.  He watches as your eyes stay fixed on his and your hands work at the button of his tight jeans.  

“That’s right,” he murmurs.  “Right where you belong.  No one else.”

You preen—heart warming at the idea that you’re the only one he wants kneeling before him and tugging his cock out of its confines.  

It springs forward, and it pulls your gaze from Jimin’s magnetic eyes.  It’s long and thick, just like you suspected all those nights with your vibrator stuffed where he should be.  Your mouth waters at the sight and you lean towards it to mouth at it gently—pressing soft open-mouth kisses to the tip.

“Oh, shit,” Jimin gasps.  Your fiery mouth feels like heaven on his cock.  It’s something he’s equally dreamed about—spent many nights fisting his cock to the thought of you.

You take your time, licking tiny stripes around the head and down the shaft, until Jimin becomes weary of the teasing.

“Please, take it all.”  His request is so genuine, so needy, that you’re loath to deny him.

He slips into your mouth with ease, slicked up just enough by your trailing kisses that he slides in and hits the back of your throat in seconds.  His eyes close as he feels his cock-head hit the back of your throat—a tighter and more constricting feeling in your already impossibly tight mouth.  It feels like absolute bliss, and he’s gasping for air after mere moments of you holding him inside your mouth to the hilt.

He doesn’t need to speak; you know what to do.  Your mouth works him in and out, tongue swirling around any open real estate of his cock.   His moans echo around the tile of the kitchen walls and he’s sure that the sight of you on your knees with his cock disappearing in and out of your mouth will have him cumming in no time.  

He steels himself, makes his body behave because he wants to enjoy this and the way you feel.  As good as your mouth feels, he’s desperate to know what it’s like to slide into that cunt he’s spent too many nights dreaming about.

“Oh, fuck,” he whines as you make delicious, slurping noises from the gathering saliva.  It’s a wet squelching sound that makes him even harder than what he believes is possible—all blood in his head now completely rushed to his dick for his pleasure.

“B-Babe!” He calls as he feels his balls tightening.  He doesn’t want to cum, not yet.

He grips your head by the scalp of your hair and pulls you off his cock that is seconds away from losing control.

“Please, I’ve got to fuck you,” he nearly begs.

You wipe at your mouth with the back of your hand and smirk, licking the tip of his cock teasingly before standing up to his full height.

Jimin’s hands fly to your expensive leggings that you insist on wearing to work while he kisses you.  The kiss is feverish, frantic. It’s full of tongue and teeth and desperate moaning against each other as he pushes down the pants and delicate panties, and cups your cunt in one hand.

“Oh fuck,” you whisper against his mouth as the pad of his finger slides against your clit.

“You’re fucking soaked.  All from sucking my cock?”  He’s cocky and sucks a mark onto your neck as he massages the bundle of nerves.

“Don’t be arrogant now,” you warn with a smile.

He presses his tongue to your ear and licks a stripe and chuckles.

“I think you like it when I’m arrogant. Your pussy sure seems to like it.”

He emphasizes his words by slipping two fingers into your channel and fucks into you, scissoring you open.  He cuts off any chance for you to retort by launching his lips back to yours and prowling around your mouth with his tongue.

His fingers are small but fill you so deeply, and you’re sure his hand is drenched with your arousal.

“J-Jimin, please,” you gasp as you pull your mouth away to breathe in deep.  “Please, just fuck me already.”

He growls into your ear.  

“I thought I told you you’re not in charge.”

He spins you easily until your back is pressed to his chest.  He grabs the hem of your shirt and lifts, throwing the shirt away and quickly making work of your bra clasps to join the shirt on the floor.

His hands cup your full breasts and you can’t help but whimper at the feeling of his soft and warm hands.  He feels so good against the chilled skin of your chest and he tweaks and thumbs your nipples until they stand perky and erect.

“I’ve always wanted to bend you over this counter,” he muses in your ear as he pulls a nipple harshly.  It makes you squeak out at the pain, then moan as the pain turns into a sizzling, pleasurable spike that runs through your veins.

“Every time I would catch you staring at me, I just wanted to fuck your cute little throat until you were gagging around me.”

Your eyes close as he continues his abuse on your perky nipples and whispering his deepest thoughts about you.

“I wanted to lift your cute dresses and eat your cunt until you’re wailing loud enough all the customers can hear.”

“Jimin,” you nearly cry.  “Please, fuck me.”

You can feel his hardness lining up behind you, rubbing at your sodden folds to cover his length in your slick juices.

“I like it when you beg.”

He kisses at the juncture of your neck before letting his teeth graze over the spot and bites down—right as he pushes your face down to the workbench and slides his cock into your spread heat.

He bottoms out easily.  You’re soaking wet and he buries himself to the hilt in one fluid motion.  He groans out loud—stunned by the heat and wetness of your pussy and how tight it grips him.

“Oh, holy shit,” he gasps as he gives himself and you a moment.  His hands grip at your waist, one hand coming to rub the tender skin of your supple ass.

“Jimin, fuck, you’re so big,” you whine.  

He brings his hand up, then slaps it down on your ass hard, hard enough that the crack echoes around the large kitchen.  You cry out in delight, in pain, as the reverberation of the stinging wraps around you.

“Fuck, you take me so well, princess,” he whines as he sets a pace.  Your ass meets his hips and claps with each thrust, and he punctuates every few pumps into you with another hard slap to your ass.  He wants you screaming his name, crying out for him loud enough that the neighbors know who he is.

He’s relentless in his pumps—gripping your hips tight as he fucks you deep and senseless.  Your eyes roll back into your head at how well he works your body.  Your tits rub raw against the wood of the workbench and you’re weeping fat tears of pleasure as Jimin continues his plight.

“God, I’m gonna cum, baby,” he warns.  “Cum on my cock, princess.”

You slide a hand down to your clit, eager to add the ultimate piece to what makes you unravel.  He grins and pumps into you harder, slaps your ass repeatedly until he knows it’s going to leave bruises.

“That’s right, baby, rub that pretty little clit,” he urges.  “God, I can’t wait until you you sit on my face and let me eat this fucking cunt for hours.”

You blubber a response of desire, nearly begging him for more and more, as you swirl your fingers around the tight bundle.  You’re peaking towards the summit of your climax, ascending to a point you’ve never gone before.

“Fuck, Chim!” You scream. “Gonna cum!”

Your warning falls on deaf ears—you’re cumming and pulsating around his thickness instantly and Jimin moans mix with your own to create a symphony of pleasure.

“Good fucking girl,” he coos.  “Your cunt is so good to me, baby.  Mmph—let’s frost this cake, now.”

Instantly, he’s groaning as he pulls his cock free from the vice-grip of your cunt and jerks himself twice to completion, allowing his hot seed to splatter against the tender flesh of your ass where he’s left a clear print of his hand.   The warmth soothes the battered skin and you shake your ass teasingly as he continues to stroke himself through his climax.

“Ohhhhh, my god,” he breathes as he finally comes down from his high.

Your face is resting on the cool surface of the wooden workbench as your breathing slowly settles back to normal.

“That was fucking good,” you whisper with a smile.  Jimin bends down to press soft kisses to your spine, before grabbing a towel to gently clean his cum off your beaten ass.

“Willow’s going to kill you for fucking me in the kitchen,” he warns with a laugh as he kisses the same spot he came on.

“It takes two to bake a cake, buddy,” you tease.

He laughs and brings a hand down to your untouched asscheek, making you squeal with delight.

“That’s not how the saying goes, but sure, doll.”

The next morning, you’re hard at work making a five-tiered wedding cake with Willow at your side, when Jimin throws open the door.

“Good morning to the loves of my life!”

Willow chokes on her own air while you hide a giggle behind your cake covered hand.

Jimin approaches the pair of you while she splutters and gasps.

“What?”  What happened last night after I left?”

Your cheeks heat and Jimin wears a face of pure cockiness.

“Oh my god,” Willow gasps as her eyes open wide, snapping your tender ass with her rag.  “You did NOT fuck in my kitchen!”

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[cocoswriting]

lee wilbur, ler techno? maybe smth where wilbur’s being chaotic so techno takes him down a peg? you dont have to tho— /gen

Chaotic Mf

Summary; Basically what the ask says; Wilbur was being chaotic/creepy and needed to be taken down a peg. [PLATONIC. DO NOT TAG AS SHIP.]

Warning(s); This is a tickle fic! If you don’t like that kind of stuff, then I recommend you just scroll past.

“You put ecosystems in jars?..”

“Yeah,” Wilbur responded casually, laying upside-down on the couch opposite Techno. He had his legs curled over the back of the couch and his head was dangling off the edge—it was a wonder how he hadn’t gotten uncomfortable enough to shift positions yet. Wilbur seemed to have a strange habit of never sitting correctly when he was in one of his “chaotic” moods, always finding some weird way to rest instead. “I go out and collect mud, rocks, soil, and I put them inside the jar.” he explained, and Techno scrunched up his face both in confusion and mild disgust.

“And... this is a normal thing?” Techno asked disbelievingly, flipping a page in the book he had in his hands, though it wasn’t as if he was paying much attention to the text anymore. Wilbur nodded happily from across the room, grinning as he opened his mouth to continue explaining, only to get cut off by Techno. “Wil, I don’t really care. I’m tryn’ to read right now.”

Wilbur huffed and crossed his arms over his chest, pouting in fake dismay and staring at Techno almost expectantly, even though the piglin was very clearly no longer looking at him. “Well, you should care,” the brunet replied with a sassy tone of voice, sounding akin to an annoyed child. “I swear I’m not the only one who does this! Ranboo does it too, or at least he did...”

“Ranboo did that—?... No, Wilbur, really, just talk about literally anythin’ else. I do not care about your jar ecosystems,” Techno was already used to dealing with Wilbur’s chaotic moods. They’d come in at random times, last a couple hours, and then eventually he’d lose all the excess energy he had and go back to “normal.” So it wasn’t as if he actually expected Wil to stop when he was told to—Techno knew he wouldn’t—but he figured he might as well try to change the topic that Wilbur would ramble on about. Honestly, Techno just wanted to read his book. “Can’t you bother someone else? It isn’t that late, Phil and Tommy are still up.”

Wilbur let out a loud, dramatic sigh followed by a shake of his head and a couple tutting sounds. “You’re no fun,” his tone was playful, indicative of the grin that was on his face, despite his words suggesting otherwise. “But fine! I’ll talk about something else.” Wilbur rolled himself over on the couch, sitting upright and then standing up to make his way over to the man sitting across from him. Techno tore his eyes away from the book and glanced up when he realised Wilbur had approached, raising an eyebrow and glaring half-heartedly at the musician.

“What?” Techno’s voice sounded tired, more tired than usual, but bore no real malice as he impatiently awaited Wilbur’s response.

“Have you ever seen Doctor Who?”

“Oh my god,” Techno looked down and rubbed his temples, dropping the book beside him and running one of his hands through his hair, groaning loudly. He heard Wilbur’s shrill laugh at his reaction, which was shortly followed by the sound of shuffling as he sat down next to the piglin and crossed his legs, seemingly prepping himself to start telling whatever story he wanted to tell Techno about. “Please.”

“I already told Phil about this one,” Wilbur began, biting back another laugh at Techno’s long sigh which came straight after. “So, there are these things called ‘weeping angels—!” Wil was quickly cut off by a rough jab to his side. He managed to force back any verbal reactions he might have given to the sudden electric tingly feeling that spread all throughout his side, but he couldn’t conceal the very obvious flinch and curling of his lips.

“You good?” Techno asked, having removed his hands from his face to shoot his brother a concerned glance. Wilbur felt heat rush to his face, but he couldn’t tell whether he’d paled, or gone red. “Did you...” He shifted closer to the brunet, cocking his head to one side. “You flinched,” The elder stated quite obviously, expression a mixture of curiosity and interest.

“You caught me off-guard,” Wilbur quickly stammered out, a sheepish half-smile spreading over his face. Techno frowned—and it was clear from just that gesture that he wasn’t buying it.

Techno placed one hand on his side and left it there, unmoving. Wilbur didn’t flinch that time, but he wanted to, his flustered state having raised his hypersensitivity to the point where he wanted to squirm even just imagining that Techno might find out. “I was just tryin’ to shut you up, you needa’ tell me what happened or I’ll assume that you’re hurt,” Techno said, beginning to slowly rub two(2) fingers in small circles on Wilbur’s side. The last part of his sentence came off as more of a threat to his brother—he didn’t want to worry Techno, but at the same time, getting found out like this would be so embarrassing.

“I-I’m not—“ Wilbur was cut off by a quiet gasp, but not quiet enough for Techno to let slip. One of Techno’s ears twitched at the sound and he made a gruff huffing noise, now reaching down to tug up the hem of his brother’s sweater, exposing the bottom half of his side. “Hey, I’m not hurt, okAY—!” Techno, being the oblivious bastard he was, began to rub gentle circles on Wilbur’s bare side, which elicited a comical noise sounding like a mix between a squeal and a yelp from the man. As Wil managed to squirm away from the tingles, butterflies erupted in his belly when he thought; there’s no getting out of this now.

Silence filled the room for a couple seconds, the gears turning in Techno’s head before it finally clicked, and he couldn’t help the smug expression that formed on his face when he realised what Wilbur had been trying to hide. “You’re ticklish,” he emphasised the ‘T-word’, causing Wilbur’s face to heat up even more, and the fact that Techno’s hand still remained hovering just ever-so-slightly above his side, was not helping. “How come I didn’t know this before? You keepin’ secrets from me, hm?” Techno shoved both of his hands up Wilbur’s shirt and gently ran his nails up and down his skin, eliciting a few snickers along with squeaks and he tried to muffle his giggles.

Wilbur frantically shook his head ‘no’ and looked down, his hair falling in front of his face and (thankfully) hiding his bright pink cheeks. Tingles and shockwaves of tickly sensations shot up his sides, the feeling only increasing the longer Techno’s fingers lingered in the same spot. “Well— you’re definitely much quieter now,” Techno remarked, and Wilbur opened his mouth to give a sassy response, only for a loud squeak to come out instead as the gliding nails began to gently scratch at each side of his back. He arched forward but shifted backwards, resting his back against the armrest and laying down. Wil had hoped this would quell the sensations at least a little, but it only made them worse, the little scratches becoming rougher as Techno’s fingers got trapped. “This seems like a good way to take you down a peg whenever you’re in one of your ‘chaotic’ moods.”

“N-no—hohahahaa!” As Techno moved his hands up to Wilbur’s ribs, he couldn’t hold it back anymore. High-pitched giggles flooded from Wilbur’s lips as he wriggled and squirmed, throwing his head back as his hands switched between trying to protect the targeted spots and trying to push Techno away. It wasn’t exactly working out for him, and eventually he just curled up, hoping to drown out the tickles somehow. It only got worse once he felt Techno begin to drill his thumbs into the spaces between each of the bones. “NOHO! DOHohon’t dohoho thahahat, plehehehahase!”

As Techno gazed down at the giggling boy, he’d be lying if he said his heart didn’t melt at the sight of his bright, carefree smile. “Why not?~” His tone of voice was still deadpan, but it had a sing-songy edge to it this time. If Wilbur had the guts to muster up insults at the time, he would’ve called him every name in the book just as revenge for the horrible teases. “Does it tickle too much? Surely you can’t be that ticklish, right?~” Every time the T-word was mentioned Wilbur felt the pit in his stomach fill with more butterflies, and his blush began to slowly spread out to his neck and ears. “It’s your own fault for bein’ annoyin’.”

“Ihihihi wahahasn’t beheheing ahahannoying!” Wilbur insisted, his giggles slowly increasing as Techno’s fingers danced their way up his ribs, heading for his armpits. But before they could reach the spot, he instinctively slammed his arms down to protect himself, blocking the offending hands just in time. It seemed that Techno took this defensive action as provoking, because his immediate response to that was to sigh disappointedly and start skittering around Wil’s neck and shoulders, causing him to scrunch up like a turtle and begin to wriggle side-to-side in a weak attempt at escaping the tickles. “Nohohoho! Fuhuhuahahack ohohoff— yohohou’re sohoho mehehehehahan!”

“Mean? This isn’t mean,” Wilbur could hardly make out Techno’s words anymore, considering he was much more focused on the shocks of tickles and his own embarrassment. But once he heard those words leave his brother’s lips, he couldn’t help but start squirming even harder on top of squeezing his eyes shut. He couldn’t process what the words meant in his state—but he’s heard that tone before. And that tone means ‘you fucked up’. “You wanna see mean?” Techno asked rhetorically and Wilbur began frantically shaking his head, letting out giggly little “nononono”s as he tensed, prepping himself for the inevitable attack that would come next.

“AAAHAA!” Wilbur shrieked as he felt Techno’s lips make contact with his tummy, quickly followed by an explosion of tickles as he blew a raspberry, shaking his head during it to make it even worse. Wil bucked, cackled and squealed, only for his hips to get held down and mercilessly drilled into by two(2) of Techno’s fingers. All of his nerves felt like they were on fire, and he felt everything—every last pinch to his hips, every raspberry that was blown, and it was almost too much for him to handle. But he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t loving it. “NAHAHAHAAA! TEHEHEHAHAHAHA—!”

Even after Techno ceased the raspberries, he still seemed fully intent on being as merciless as possible. He continued to drill right into the dip of Wilbur’s hipbone, using his other hand to rapidly squeeze his tummy, never letting up and never slowing down. Wilbur had completely given up on trying to fight back, his arms were too tired for that now and he knew it was no use, so instead he began using his hands to cover his bright pink face with. “Oh, poor Wilbur,” Techno began, a very obviously feigned sympathetic tone in his voice. “Being tickled is just such a hard job.”

“SHUHUAHAHAT UHUHUHUP!” Wilbur forced out through his hysterics, helplessly rolling his torso back and forth, attempting to focus his attention on literally anything else other than the tickles he was receiving. He couldn’t decide if he loved or hated it—it was unbearable and maddening, he felt like he was being driven up a wall, but at the same time he had to admit that he was having fun. He was soaking up all the attention like a sponge. It didn’t take much longer before his laughter became wheezy and strained, though, and he’d decided he had enough. “O-OHOHOKAHAY! STOHOHAHAHAHAP, THAHAHAHAT’S ENOHOHOHOUGH—!”

Techno listened straight away, ceasing the tickles and backing away as Wilbur curled in on himself, hugging his midsection while trying to rid of the after-tingles that still remained. “You alright?.. was it too much?” Techno asked, reaching over to deliver a couple, comforting pats to Wilbur’s head. He would’ve leaned away if it weren’t for how exhausted he was from all his laughter. “...sorry,”

“N-noho, noho... it,” Wilbur knew he should be careful with his choice of words there. He didn’t want to give away how much he’d actually enjoyed himself, but at the same time, he was well aware he’d likely given that fact away while being tickled. He supposed there was no point in lying—especially if it would risk making Techno worry over nothing. “...wahas nice.”

There was no response for a couple seconds, but then the silence was interrupted by a snort coming from Techno, and Wilbur instantly knew what he would have found amusing. But as Techno gently ran his fingers through his hair, practically soothing Wilbur to sleep, he found he didn’t care as much as he did before.

They should do this again sometime.

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A Wonderful Christmastime

Author’s Note:  Well Hello All!  I hope that you’re all taking care of yourselves and staying well!  My tag-list is open and you know I love the validation of reblogs, shares, tags and adds!! I have been working on a larger OC story which has kept my from my Loki writings, but I entered a challenge posted by @toomanystoriessolittletime​ for the Christmas holiday.  If you aren’t following, please do as she’s got a great little Advent Calendar of seasonal stories for you!  One a day through the month of December!  

I chose a prompt based off of my least favorite Christmas song.  Ever.  Like in the history of humanity.  Like, my family torture me with it because of how much I dislike it.  This story is a chance to take a little lighthearted revenge on Sir Paul McCartney and also, hopefully, help you all enjoy a Wonderful Christmastime!   Also, isn’t this gif the cutest thing in the world?  My thanks to the OP and creator for it... it’s amazing and I love Christmas Loki!! Pairing:  Female Reader x Loki

Summary:  Everyone has a favorite holiday song... when Loki learns which one you dislike, he uses it to his advantage. Warnings:  Christmas holiday mentions, SMUT, Oral (F receiving) and MF Sex, also, the over use of a certain song that makes me, personally, crazy!

This was it.  That perfect moment when all of the holiday hustle was behind you.  Nothing to buy, nothing to ship, nothing to wrap, nothing to bake.  It was all over.  You had made it through another Christmas Eve.

Your well decorated tree sat in the corner, presents tucked below for you and Loki in the morning.  The frittata was resting in the fridge along with the two bottles of Prosecco you planned to have with brunch.  Hell, it was the holidays, after all.

But that was for tomorrow.

Tonight you were relaxing after an afternoon of family Christmas fun.  Nieces and nephews, piles of shredded paper, stacks of snacks and so much laughter your belly muscles were sore.  And through it all Loki had been a champ! Holding your hand, rubbing the small of your back, pulling out your chair; Loki had put the other partners to shame.  Whether he was telling bawdy but tasteful jokes to the men who drank cheap beer around the TV, sharing hair care tips with your sister’s oldest girl or whispering with your mom in the kitchen, he was always where he needed to be.  For the first time in ages, you had been able to enjoy the day fully, and you knew Loki was the reason why. After getting home, trading your dress and boots for comfy shorts and a sweatshirt, you padded into the living room.  Loki was there, sitting cross legged, digging through your bag of swag.  He had put seasonal music on in the background while munching through a plate of Auntie’s sugar cookies, two well poured goblets of red wine waiting to be had at his side.  God, he was good. “Is one of those for me?”  You couldn’t help smiling.  Loki, looking like a little kid, over excited and surrounded by all the trapping of Christmas just felt so precious. It took him a moment to reply as he was solely focused on the handmade puzzle box your mother had crafted for all the guys this year, “Hmm?  Yes… one’s for you…” Kissing the top of his head, careful not to dislodge his Rudolf blinking antler headband, a gift to Loki from your youngest nephew, you moved towards the couch.  Sipping from your glass of wine, snuggled under the softest chenille blanket your sister-in-law could find, you sighed contentedly.  Victory over the holiday season felt amazing.  Now all that was left on your to-do list was eating, drinking, and enjoying alone time with Loki until New Year’s.  Suddenly exhausted, you felt the lovely warm drag of drowsiness and snuggled deeper into the sofa.  Shuttering your tired eyes, you listened as Loki stood up, off to hunt up some more food, no doubt.  Visions of sugarplums danced in your head as you started to succumb to a sweet slumber. That’s when you heard it.  

“The moon is right, The spirit’s up, We’re here tonight and that’s enough…” Groaning, wide awake now, you sat up with a shout, “Loki?!”  Like magic his raven head popped around the doorframe, his reindeer antlers askew, a candy cane hanging out of his mouth, “Yes?”

“Um… question:  What are we listening to?” Stepping back into the living room, his new holiday flannel shirt open at the neck, Loki leaned over you, husking playfully,  “Music.  At least, that’s what I believe you Midgardians call it.” “Ha ha.  Yes, I know it’s music, but this particular song?”  You couldn’t keep the tartness from your tone as you pressed your nose into the handsome one on Loki’s face. Pausing, listening intently, Loki cocked his head to the side.  Singing along, his bells jingling, “Simply having a Wonderful Christmastime!” “Ugh.  That’s what I was afraid of!”  Flinging a hand over your eyes, you grumbled, burrowing back into the cozy couch as a means of blocking out the obnoxious noise of the worst holiday song in the history of humanity. Making himself comfortable at your feet, pouring himself another glass of vino, “I like it.  It’s simple.  Direct.  What are you doing?  Me?  I’m simply having a wonderful Christmastime!” From deep in the cushions, muffled but forceful, you pleaded, “Make it stop!  Please!” “What for?  It is still Christmastime, is it not?  And we are enjoying a wonderful time, aren’t we?” Turning back to face him, a Scrooge-like scowl on your suddenly serious face, “I’ll do anything to get you to turn that off.” That got his attention, “Anything?”  Sitting up quickly, you reached for your blanket only to feel Loki snatching it out of your grasp, “You said anything, darling.” Tugging on the plush fabric, practically pouting, “You’re not going to take my new fluffy blankie, are you?” “Oh no.  That’s not nearly enough to stop me from playing my favorite Christmas carol.”

“It’s your favorite, now?  Loki, you just heard it.” Waving your gripes away, pinning you under his arms and under your blanket, “I love it.  It’s my favorite.  You can’t mess with perfection.”

You wiggled, trying to free an arm or a hand, anything to help defend yourself from Loki’s soft, but effective attack, "Perfection?  Loki, it's awful."

"I disagree.  But…”  Brushing a gentle kiss to your captive lips, making you melt into his warm touch, Loki made sure to keep you immobile.  Unraveling under his ardent attention, you gave up fighting, focusing on Loki’s roving hands through the protective layer of your new throw.  

Lost in his lips, you ignored the wretched recording still spinning, until sitting back with a sly smile Loki continued, “Regardless of my newly acquired antlers, I am a reasonable man.  I'm willing to hear your side of things.  Convince me, dove."

Looking up at him through your lashes, licking over your bottom lip that tasted of Loki's peppermint, it took you a moment to refocus on your argument.  Sighing doggedly, “It’s just garbage.  Too sweet, too synth-pop.  It’s plastic.  There’s no substance to it.”

At least Loki did you the service of considering your answer.  He paused, listening to the offending tune, starting to hum along once more.  “I don’t know.  It sounds like church bells ringing.  And I like when the kids start singing!”

“You couldn't.  Those are two of the worst things about it!  There’s not a single redeemable factor in it’s trite,  super saccharine, four minute run time.”  Agitated now and edging into anger, your voice kept rising, spurned on by the inability to get away from Loki’s plush prison, “Also, get off me!” “Can’t do it.  But-” nuzzling into your neck, tasting along the tendon there, “-I can replay this song.”  “That’s it!”  Fury tinted your words as you tried harder than ever to break free of your fleece prison but Loki was brick heavy, unmovable, and impossibly giddy at your predicament.  All things which only added fuel to your fire.  Wriggling like mad, struggling to kick a foot free, you squirmed desperately for leverage.  His response?  A deep chuckle, “Is that all you’ve got, darling?”  Laying those long, lanky bones on top of you, holding down the throw’s corners in a way that made fighting futile, Loki smirked at your distress, “I still don’t see why you hate it so much.  It is a simple song because we’re simply having a wonderful Christmastime!  It’s in the title after all.” With cheeks hot from exertion, fully frustrated and forced to listen to Paul McCartney’s bland holiday ballad start a second time, you nearly shrieked, "I hate it, Loki!  Loathe it, really!  The lyrics are basic, the keyboard is tinny, and Sir Paul is better than that!” “Is that all?” “No!  It's even worse when someone else sings it, like those kids from Glee or an up and coming Country artist making their first holiday record!"

Beneath the blanket your chest rose and fell with bothered breaths.  From rubbing against the couch your hair stuck up in odd angles and you could feel heat rising off your neck.  How had you gone from almost asleep to a blanket related battle royale?  Loki, taking advantage of your confinement, kissed your forehead sweetly, and the change in tactic caught you off guard.  His lips grazed the tip of your nose as you huffed out a pout, eager to see where his mischief making would lead.  Pressing his forehead to yours, that deep sonorous voice whispering lowly for your ears alone, "Not a compelling enough argument for me to turn it off, I'm afraid." And to your holiday horror the song in question started again.  Grousing, "Don’t play it again!  Please!  I’m begging you!” “Already begging darling?”  Thick with mocking, Loki slotted himself between your thighs, keeping you from fighting back with any power. Whining full out now, poking out your bottom lip, “Come on!  Please, let me up and turn this off!” “Why, of course, my pearl.”  With no effort on his part, Loki scooped you up, blankie and all, pulling you tightly to his chest.  Gripping your bottom, his fingers firm through the cotton of your pj pants, he squeezed hard enough for you to yelp. “Hey!”  But that’s all you managed before his talented tongue invaded your mouth.  Now the only thing you could hear was the shaky exhale of your shared sighs and your own needy mewls when Loki started to withdraw.

Godly hands drew your thick and comfy sweatshirt over your head, leaving you bare against the cuddly softness of your new blanket, a perfect dichotomy to the heated hardness of Loki’s chest.  With your arms finally free you tangled your hands in the long tresses of your lover, distracted from the awful music by his groan, “Easy darling.” But now that the tables were tipped in your favor, you had no intention of going easy on Loki.  Not after his antics tonight, not a chance.  Tugging hard enough for him to wince, you ground against his lap with a nip to his neck, “Turn it off then.”

“Now, why would I do that?  Aren’t we still enjoying a Wonderful Christmastime?” Bouncing in his lap, purposefully teasing your mischief maker with a smirk, “We were until you let this terrible song play!” Laughing heartily, Loki stroked over your bare shoulder, one hand resting on your waist and the other cupping your cheek.  “If I wanted to, my darling, I could change your mind.  I could make you adore this song.” “Is that so, Odinson?  I doubt it.”

“Doubt me?  On this, Christmas Eve!  When you know the feelin’s here that only comes once a year?” A confident nod was all he got for an answer.  In a flash you were laying on the soft rug, your legs wrapped over Loki’s and your new blanket tossed to the side.  Fiery kisses to your chest and neck led him to the shell of your ear where he hummed hungrily, “The moon is right, the spirits up…” Enjoying his mouth but not his music, you shoved against his shoulders, panting, “Don’t sing, just kiss me.” Licking into your mouth, Loki’s tongue obliged your need as his hands skated over the curve of your hip, breaking your kiss to croon, “We’re here tonight, dove… and that’s enough.”

“Loki… please stop…”  You fisted his shirt, pulling at the buttons until his muscular torso was under your fingers, strong and solid.  Pushing the plaid cotton off his shoulders, you let your nails drag over Loki’s naked back as you shifted your hips, subtlety be damned. He took the hint.  Nipping a trail over your tummy, Loki kept his eyes on yours as he shucked your shorts, snorting, “No panties?  Naughty!” “If that’s naughty, Loki, then what you’re doing to me is positively evil.” That made your lover grin, his eyebrows lifting in a wickedly Grinchy smile before caressing the inner skin of your thigh with his clever mouth.  Slithering closer to your center, sweeping his tongue in swirls, you couldn’t help the excited shiver he created.  It was enough to block out the terrible song now that you had something more arousing to hold your attention. Using those long, deft fingers, Loki parted your folds with a murmured moan, “You’re so wet, darling.  Maybe you like this song more than you let on?” A curse for him and his rotten taste in Christmas music died in your throat as Loki connected to your sacred skin through a carnal kiss.  Those strong forearms ensured that your knees stayed open wide as his tongue tasted, teasing your clenching cleft, humming with appreciation at your body’s response.  Circling your clit, sucking gently before changing direction and licking your lower lips once more, Loki had you teetering on the cliff of climax in minutes.

Your stomach tensed, ready for release.  Delicious waves of orgasmic bliss were pulsing through you, needing just a touch more friction, a little more pressure in order to crash over you.  Gasping out incoherent whimpers, fingers ruffling Loki’s dark hair, you can’t fight the neediness that he’s created in you. It just feels so incredible, something Loki knows you’re enjoying, “Like that, darling?” Passion clouds your vision as your desire crests, unfulfilled, “You know I do, Loki…” Fingers slide sensually through your slit, his bright eyes on you, “How much?  How much do you like it?” Shaking your head, still foggy with needs unmet, “So much, baby.  I love making love to you so much.” Bumping against your swollen bud, pressing down firmly, Loki begins using his hands to entice you towards ecstasy.  Two fingers enter you easily, delightful, sure, but not as filling as Loki’s hard member.  Reaching for him, you want to lose yourself in loving and being loved by your space god, “Sing for me, dove.” Beseeching you breathlessly, Loki’s hand stills, keeping you at the fringe of falling apart.  Waiting for your reply impatiently he asks again, “Sing, please.” “A song?” His reply is a shake of his dark head.  Slowly, smoothly, Loki withdraws his fingers, only to press them into your yielding flesh once more, “Yes, my darling.  Sing my favorite song!”

Sucking a bruise onto your inner thigh, those fingers of his spreading your walls, the exquisite pressure on your straining clitoris.  Any one of these distractions would have been hard to concentrate through.  Experiencing them all together?  Overwhelming.

And that’s the excuse you would use to explain what happened next.  “The party’s on… The feeling’s here…” As soon as the words left your lips, Loki’s attention resumed in earnest, “That’s it, dove!  Keep going!” “That only comes, this time of year… Ah!  Loki!” Loki watched you lustily.  Your eyes half closed, legs splayed lewdly, a nervous grin on your face.  He never wanted you more.  Slipping out of his jeans, wasting no time, Loki guided his hardened cock into you with a satisfying sigh. Your response to his abundance?  “Oh shit, Loki!  Yes!”  Snapping his hips against your pelvis, iron banded arms clinging to you, Loki stuttered, “I don’t hear you singing!” “We’re simply having a Wonderful Christmastime!”  How many times did you repeat the chorus?  Hard to say.  It became a mantra.  A thing to chant in time with everyone of Loki’s deliberate and deep thrusts. This time, when you felt the familiar stirring of your satisfaction, Loki didn’t stop you.  Encouraging you with a soulful kiss, his stroke surging in time with Paul McCartney’s crooning, you came apart in each other’s arms with a smile.  The song started again and you couldn’t stop the giggles from bursting out of you, “What’s so funny, dove?” “You said you could make me like this terrible, horrible, awful song.” Sitting up and taking you with him, Loki chuckled as he kissed your hand, “Hey, don’t make fun of the best holiday song I have ever heard.”  Pulling your new blanket around the both of you, “I still hate it, but-”

“But?”, his eyebrow arched in surprise, waiting for you to continue.

“But I don’t hate it as much.” Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, playfully ribbing you, “Do I have to force you into having another Wonderful Christmastime?” Biting your bottom lip, you returned the favor by sweeping a stray lock of Loki’s black hair over his shoulder, “Babe, you could make crazy, insane love to me each day and every night… and-” “And?”  Kissing Loki lightly on the nose, you stood up on shaky legs and started towards the hallway.  At the entry way you turned back letting the blanket fall to the floor, “-And Wonderful Christmastime would still suck.”  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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How similar am I to the brothers and a mini rant about them idk

Not much to say for Lucifer, well actually a lot but ima shorten it bc it makes me mad (my previous post says it all basically), so I mean yeah it’s love hate thing with him I either wanna hit or hug him so he’s ranked either 5 or 6 out of the brothers gets bonus points for his daddy issues and being a dad who has a son with daddy issues hahahahahah Ima satan kinnie I will not confirm nor deny my issues with my dad 🥴👁👄👁💧

I mean ironically enough I do watch horror movies and ride rollercoasters even if I’m hella scared like even if Im so scared I wanna cry I force myself it’s weird I got issues, he’s my current fave, this tsundere dork is so adorable I wanna hug him so tight, especially when his brothers make fun him like stop leave him alone but I also wanna tease him and if he teases me back i would hit bc I have this issue where I hit people I like

I mean yeah he’s one of my kins and third fave, I just wanna tell him hes valid and I will gladly be an anime simp with him and cosplay and read manga and all that but our convos would mostly be us ranting or awkward asf bc I’m so awkward at first at least bc once I get comfortable I’m idk lol I got so many embarrassing stories like the one where I accidentally rejected a cute boy I liked when he was flirting bc I didn’t know he was or when I panicked and told the person I was talking to I have weak bones and he looked me up and down smiled and walked away

He is also another one of my kin’s and my first favorite but is now second, playing the game he immediately caught my attention and his backstory and daddy issues made me like him even more idk why I got issues anyways, we are so similar from being nerds to anger issues to piano playing etc, my whole family calls me a need just bc I read and get As well use to it’s been rough but they’ll never know they just think I’m being lazy now im just the awkward version of him that is super shy and has like two friends and no connections but ironically a lot of people know who I am I just don’t know them it surprises me when they talk to me I’m like I’m sorry who are you

before playing (just off looks) I thought I was gonna fave him femboys👀might also be gender envy I’m still discovering but idk I just didn’t maybe bc I’m so insecure shy and not liking emotions and he’s outgoing confident and touchy, but I still like him alot Bc like everything I’m not and opposites attract and I need him to help me come out of my shell and help with my skin care, Hell bring out my crazy that comes out once in while, his rank usually switches with Lucifer between 5/6

I mean he’s so sweet and nice it’s a little off putting to me, I really wanna like him a lot but I have trauma, plus just knowing he’s always (well not always but yk) working out or eating and is like 6’4 and super muscley is just like a no for me bc I’m disabled yes weak bones so even though I can walk dance and do normal things, i can’t do everything like run or jump and if I do it’s usually with pain, plus I’ma 4’10 (I thought I was taller but I’m not😭) 18yr old girl who’s been described as petite and fragile and quite frankly been given the kids menu one too many times it’d just be weird, also I got a love hate relationship with food I’m picky and other things like weight are a factor I thought about this too much hes ranked 7 I’m sorry Ik he’d be sweet about my issues but no

This sadistic mf who killed me I should freaking hate you but ima push over and for some reason you’re ranked 4, is it my love for purple stars the moon and the night idk but I get insomnia a lot so it’s ironic, but there’s something about him that I just like, I feel it’s my own trauma that makes me like him I mostly always like the daddy issues or edgy characters i mean Shoto,Dabi, Levi,Eren, Light, Zack. I just wanna lay down with him while he sleeps and I brush his hair and read or play games with him on my lap

I am done and if you read this all thank you now you know I’m basically a mix of taiga from toradora and hori from horimiya lowkey kaguya from love is war could also maybe be described as a little bit of Todoroki Bakugou and tamaki also excuse my mess of typing I hope it wasn’t too confusing

Anyways if you wanna be friends or Mutuals I’d be happy :))

[sugar-petals]

Cuddling With SuperM

↳ ❤︎ CARO’S NOTE: their concept is all about badassery i know but we’re dealing with seven angels so let’s talk about that shall we

warnings ⚠️ some light teasing, innuendo

length: 1.5k

taeyong

am i really telling you something ground-breaking with this:

so this guy’s truly adorable

turns into a baby what else is new

draws his knees to his chest and just enjoys the ride with his eyes closed

you can do whatever the hell you want

back rubs, head pats, foot massages, caressing the neck or underneath the chin which is particularly sweet

and a whole lot of tickling he’s kinda obsessed with this

excellent chef he is, taeyong enjoys preparing snacks for a set cuddling time or movie night

so what if this turns into feeding each other basically are you ready for that

this guy’s impossible face up close is hard to bear for the faint-hearted just mentioning that in passing here

because… he has that one yearning expression and his eye contact is very steady

bit of a duality here huh

but worry not because taeyong’s tiger inside is more of a cat actually, tyongkitty behavior guaranteed right there

he does do friendly head buts and yeah the eye contact is also a cat thing now that i think about it… it all makes sense now

ten, baekhyun, lucas and taemin are pretty cocky types of cuddlers, taeyong leads the more subdued fraction in super m

it’s the kind of cuddling that needs rainy weather and a cup of tea

ten

quality time right here

banter is always included ofc

or at least a lot of talk because with ten, conversation and cuddles go together

likes pets joining, three’s a party, a cat can always make a snuggly contribution

add a ball of wool to play around

like. a-you, a-me, and a cat right in between ya see

music is always playing in the background, always

ten’s body is very sensual… you can tell he’s a dancer by the way he’s adapting, how he’s feeling it, how he moves in general

the reflexes are just so different he has great feeling for what you wanna do next it’s his bodily intuition and he just goes along with it

what you gotta tell him though is to keep it lowkey with keeping his jazzy outfits on

a hoodie cuddles better than high fashion and spiked jackets

plus he looks adorably small in it so two birds with one stone

never forget ten is really tiny that sure makes a difference

reluctant little spoon, he keeps it face-to-face or sleeps on his back

ten is glad to be approached with hugs he’s not always doing the initiative

shy thailand angel ikr

but don’t complain if he farts because he absolutely will

goddammit chittaphon

kai

if it’s without a plushie something’s going wrong it always needs one

his favorite teddy’s gotta participate y’know he’s a social creature

in this home we don’t discriminate against plush bears

and yeah, his bear ear hoodie likewise he is sure to put it on

jongin tends to be rather taciturn because he wants to enjoy the body-to-body sensations

meaning, don’t interpret his frequent silence as awkwardness he’s just observing

is not above teasing… if his outfit is showing some skin he’ll invite you to touch the area

also enjoys you putting your hands under his sweater

he’s laughing like crazy and kicking his legs all giggly if you put your head underneath it and let it roam oh la la

yeah nini likes some wit to it for sure, and some steaminess in the mix it’s just a natural byproduct if we’re honest

dim the lights down low for this one…

but also light the candles alright

cuddling is more of a soft and steady thing there’s not much position changes going on

this is the couch not the dancefloor your honor

while we’re talking about that: jongin is a buff biatch my god

prep a water bottle to chug when you’re cuddling this guy is effortlessly hot

also know that kai will almost definitely snap a picture of you huddled together for the memory of it

baekhyun

unlike his memes, baekhyun’s cuddling behaviour is entirely predictable

will snuggle against your shoulder by default pretty much that’s his favorite area

stays glued there for two hours if you’re not busy

im not kidding

needless to say he needs a partner who can handle this level of clinginess

baekhyun can’t keep his hands to himself in general

neither can you

it’s groping x cuddling these two are a dead sure combination

keen to snuggle casually while he’s gaming, cross-legged on the ground with you massaging his back

likes to lay his head into your lap, too.

baekhug i mean back hug enthusiast. something inside his face has an inbuilt magnet that sucks him into the space between your collar bones

especially when you’re at the stove cooking

caution: love bites. lots of them. does this count as cuddles? probably. it’s not like he’s eating you or is he. oop—

what am i saying all he does is nibble alright

and oh yeah bring on the sweater weather. he can’t stay still in bed it’s gonna be a pillowfort building session though

you gotta exhaust him until he naps off lmao!

energizer bunny bf

mark

enjoys being fed watermelon during the process how else could it be

wait until this guy hears what harry styles’ watermelon sugar is all about his world will never be the same again

anyway

he’ll look so cute in his striped shirt and his round glasses awh

cuddling is his favorite way to show his trust and affection before all else

his favorite time to cuddle is before going to sleep

he usually hugs pillows so you can tell how clingy he winds up as

mark really sleeps and dreams better if you do that it has an astounding effect. cuddles are his perfect recharging if you will it’s just that he’s actually calming down through it whereas he can be nervous throughout the day so he needs that downtime

spooning is a given

what he enjoys the most about it is the warmth

markie easily gets cold sometimes he just needs that tune-up with you he’s like blink blink there goes my dose of daily heat beep beep

what the fuck

anyway again

talk about tune

just like ten he’s very talkative all the way verbal stimulation and mark lee just go together

if you compare him to taeyong there’s not much of a transformation going on mark lee on two legs is the same mark lee during cuddles it’s all copy paste

all in all a delectable experience, extremely cute and heart-melting, super m truly has a super mark

taemin

much like xuxi he has that permanent smile on his lips that tries to make you laugh

in fact taemin is hard to stop with his puns and his humor

ffs he is a true brat

taems can’t help but try to escalate this into a playfight every time

not that he doesn’t enjoy the calmer types of cuddling but he needs some action in the sack

enjoys praise along the way who are we kidding

the clothes you both cuddle in are very important alright, the fabric in particular

taemin keeps it expensive here it’s just the way he rolls

satin my dear

it’s just so satisfying to the touch

but also beware of his most lethal clothing choice which brings out his innate maknae charm the most

THE FLUFFY TURTLENECK

gyeahh

which he will use during special occasions to turn you into a cuddle monster ready to pounce him

give it up for shinee my loves they taught him well and sent him out to fluff up the world

what else is there okay we also gotta mention that cuddling consists of many little kisses here and there

taemin wants to get absolutely peppered

he is and stays a prince

lucas

ideal body type for cuddling except that it needs the right place, not the environment but the spot i mean, you can imagine

lucas can explode any smol-size couch or bed

don’t even think about trying to cuddle on regular chairs my god why would you live so dangerously

king size por favor

there is a lot to cuddle against it’s really a whole wonderland

those big ole thighs are practical cushions for anything really.

and his face is just so amicable it has to be kithed

his hands… his hands! you will feel maximum protection with those giant baby fingers around your hips i’m telling you

admittedly yukhei is hard to properly hug around the shoulders obviously that’s a drawback but hey his waist is lithe and tiny so hello there, very inviting

oh, that infectious smile.

serious cuddling: 0 — funny cuddles: over 9,000

and tasty cuddles because foodcas brings some fried rice every time oh yum

hates to go to work he really prioritizes you and cuddles go on for long long hours especially when you watch your favorite series

xuxi goes the extra mile, he will touch your hair a lot, just gently combing through it

and he doesn’t mind it when you do the same, he’s got the most angelic blonde locks after all

lu calls you beautiful all the time the cheesy mf is really pulling the standard compliment alright

cue jonas brothers sucker for you

ugh, boyfriend

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