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blckbrrybasket · 3 months ago

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27. “Happy Birthday, Baby”

Walter ‘keys’ McKeys x Fem!Reader

꒰Lingerie + On The Counter꒱ - 1.1k

• oral (f receiving), fluff

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What better birthday gift was there than getting your boyfriend something you knew he loved. Really, you bought him another gift, having saved up for awhile to buy him a PC. Before he opened that gift though, you had a surprise for him.

Sitting on the counter in your shared kitchen, you waited for Keys to come back from work. You knew how high strung he got after working all day and wanted to give him his surprise as soon as he got home. Your bare legs swished from side to side, hanging off the side of the counter.

The familiar sound of Keys unlocking the door and coming in alerted you to his presence. He always made little thumping noises when he entered the apartment; putting his shoulder to the door, trying to push it open as he carried his stuff in, and ultimately when he placed all of his things on the ground.

It was so him. You had to try not to giggle when he called out your name, walking to the bedroom. His confusion was discernible when he walked back out, repeating your name. “Babe, where are,” Keys was cut off when he saw you, his eyes lighting up. He took a step forward before pausing when his eyes widened, registering that you were half naked in lingerie atop the counter.

“What’s…” Keys laughed breathlessly as he walked up to you. “What’s all this?” Your arms slipped around his shoulders as you leaned down, kissing his lips. “Happy birthday, baby,” You murmured against his lips as he sighed contently. Pulling back, he looked you up and down. “God, you’re beautiful.”

You giggled, cheeks darkening under his watchful gaze. Keys was always so eager for you, any piece of you and this was no different. His hands fell to the tops of your thighs, drinking in your image. “I’m so lucky. I’m the luckiest guy ever.” You chuckle, laughter mixing with his when he bumps your noses together. “You’re being so sappy, enjoy your birthday gift.”

“Oh, I am,” He counters, lips pressing to the corner of your mouth. Keys slender fingers slide down the junction of your thigh and hip to rest on top of your mound. He doesn’t move them, just resting the tips of them over the lace of the basque set. “Keysss,” you drug out the syllables of his nickname as he smiled at you.

“I thought I was supposed to enjoy my gift? That’s what I’m doing.” When your thighs squeeze together for relief his smile turns into a smirk. Silently, he begins to rub slow circles over your cunt and sliding down under your covered pussy entirely. Your slick has collected on the solid strip of material that covered your cunt, soaking into it.

Keys fingers bend up ever so slightly to easily move in slow circles back and forth. It isn’t long before he can feel your underwear molding to the shape of your soaked cunt. Keys continues playing with you until he can pinch the fabric and feel your slick seep out into his fingers, which is exactly what he does.

He watches the darkened fabric give way under his fingertips, arousal wetting his fingers through the cloth. Keys ignores your squirming, fingers tucking under the hem, pulling it to the side. He smoothed it down, making sure it would stay to the side and not obstruct his way to you.

Glancing up at you, Keys bent down, hands moving under your thighs to tug you to the edge of the counter. He laughed gently at your squeak, smiling wider when you grabbed his shoulders for support. You lightly smacked the top of his back in retaliation. He doesn’t mind, his eyes on the prize.

Keys moved closer, nose pressing to your clit making you sigh. He licked his lips, wetting them before he kissed your pussy. His lips were soft against you, slowly moving as if he was making out with your cunt. Technically, you assumed he was. It wasn’t much longer until Keys mouth was suctioned to your leaking cunt.

Your folds were puffy and spit soaked, blood rushing to your pussy from the arousal. His normally soft eyes were closed in concentration while he mouthed over your entrance. Keys stuck his flattened tongue out, lapping up the essence spilling from you.

It was musky and heady, but to him you couldn’t be any sweeter. Hands grappled at your shaking thighs to keep them open, not wanting to be cut off from you for one second. His thumbs dug farther into the skin when he raised his head. “Been thinking about you all day.”

It was whiny, needy in his own way. His need was yours though, wanting you to come first always before you were able to please him. You being one of his birthday gifts was no different. Keys breath fanned over your pussy making you clench around air, whining pitifully. He groaned at the action and lowered himself again, brown eyes peeking over your mound.

Keys leaned in and relaxed his mouth, kissing your pussy again while drawing his tongue out to trace figure eights over you. He continued to pull moans out of you, grinding his hips into the cabinets below to get some relief. It was sloppy on both parts, the flat wood making it harder to grind against, but any relief would help.

His cock throbbed beneath his jeans and he was sure he was going to come in his pants from this alone. The taste of your pussy made any worry fall away as he wrapped his lips around your clit. You were so wet from his spit and your arousal, soaking his chin before you had even come.

Yet, it was no bother to him. He could die happily like this, but not before you came. Keys groaned against you, the vibrations pressing into your cunt as you whined, legs partially lifting. “Oh shit!” You choked out, his lips around your bundle of nerves sucking harder.

The dam broke with your loud whine, your cunt gushing over his tongue. The moment your cum touched his mouth, Keys moaned and greedily lapped it up. His hips sped up, humping into the counter, Keys nose dragging along your sensitive clit.

Your mewls grew in pitch as he kept going even after you finished. Your hand fisted at his head, fingers digging into his hair to pull him back. Keys was panting heavily, gasping down air as the lower half of his face was utterly soaked, his glasses lopsided.

He gave you a dopey smile as you slumped against the counter. Dazed from coming so hard, you smiled back. “Also got you a PC,” you admitted, giggling when his mouth fell open in shock. “Happy birthday.” Keys stood up far too quickly, scooping you into his arms. “I fucking love you,” he muttered and pressed his lips to yours, speed walking to the bedroom.

tags: @babybatlover, @starrgurl46, @wowzers-07, @nenukkjhj, @morgan0lw21, @kinokomoonshine, @slut4ddn, @adventures-of-impala, @dreamerjj

#walter keys mckey x reader #walter keys mckey #walter keys mckey x you #walter mckey #walter mckey x reader #walter mckey x you #walter keys mckey smut #kinktober 2024 #kinktober

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obvithe-bestsoph · 7 days ago

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No. 27 | "I don't have to keep changing because they love me for me." MG38 masterlist requests

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In your short barely 19 years of life, you’ve dated all sorts of guys and had all sorts of personalities with each of them, but none of them had been your real self. You had pretended to be some sort of rebel when you dated a biker, you had pretended to be into science and mathematics when you dated a nerd, and you had pretended to love the NBA when you dated a basketball player. And while each of those relationships had their pros and cons, there was a common con with all of them; ‘I didn’t feel right.’ Now, what on earth does ‘right’ feel like? You have not even got the first clue. But you started to get the idea when you found Marc, he was a 6’2 muscular guy with chestnut brown hair and the most beautiful eyes, exactly your type. You couldn’t find a flaw in him. You first met when you realised that you went to the same coffee shop every morning at similar times and you would stand waiting next to each other until the barista called the name for the coffee, you didn’t know he was back then. You knew his name was Marc because that’s the name on his coffee cup. You also knew his coffee order, not that you had been intentionally listening, but the barista was just some random old lady was clearly a bit hard of hearing as every time someone’s order was ready, she’d screech the place down calling out the drink and who it’s for. Which is how you knew his coffee order was; “AN OAT MILK FLAT WHITE, FOR MARC!”

After many weeks of awkwardly just standing next to each other, clearly wanting to talk but both of you being too shy, until finally Marc works up the courage, immediately mentally kicking himself for the statement that came out of his mouth being; “It’s hot out this morning, right?” Of course it’s hot, Marc. It’s the middle of summer in Barcelona. You idiot.

But nonetheless, you had smiled and agreed, and Marc’s knees just about buckled at that smile. So he decided to ask you out the next day. And now, time has passed, and it’s coming up on your one-year anniversary. You’ve decided that being with Marc is what feels ‘right.’ You share the same beliefs, sense of humour, a lot of the same experiences, goals, and interests. He’s even been teaching you about football. Because, unfortunately, Marc was going to be away for a match on your actual anniversary, he has decided that you guys are going to celebrate early, hence why you’re currently laying in a nice dress on a rug, at the beach, looking up at the stars. The night had started with dinner at a nice restaurant, champagne and strawberries, 3 courses, the whole package. Marc would have nothing less for his princesa. He then had taken you to the coffee shop where you had first met for some Affogato. And now, here you are, watching the stars twinkle against the dark night sky, the air was peaceful and quiet, the breeze was a little cold, although, you didn’t feel it too much as your gentleman of a boyfriend had given you his blazer earlier on as you were walking down to the beach from the cafe.

Finally, you break the silence. “Do you know why I love you, and why I love being with you so much?” you ask quietly. “I’m not sure, there’s a lot great things about me. Could my hair… my face? My muscles? My charming personality?” he teases. You laugh and roll your eyes playfully, scoffing as you hit him in the chest. “I was being serious, cabrón.” “Well, why then?” “Because I can be myself around you,” you take a deep breath, “my whole life I’ve always changed myself to fit into the mold of what other people want me to be, but, with you…” you trail off. You then get yourself back on track a bit, “Well, what I’m trying to say is, I love you so much because I don't have to keep changing, because you love me, for me.” Marc smiles slightly and pulls you closer into his side. “I love you too, you know what?” “What?” “Each star that you can see in the sky right now represents something I love about you.” “That’s so corny, Marc.” you laugh, snuggling into him a bit more.

“Seriously, it’s true. Point one out and I’ll tell you.” he eggs you on. So with a laugh, feeling a bit silly as you point up to a star in the sky.

“Your smile.” you move your finger. “Your eyes.” you move it again. “The way you look at me when you’re trying to do something and I’m annoying you.” he says confidently, but you burst out laughing.

“What? The way I look when you annoy me?” “No, like deadass. The way you get that little scowl on your face and the tip of your nose scrunches up a little…” You keep pointing at different stars while laughing, and Marc makes up something that it represents. It was silly and cringy, yet, you still felt so special after each compliment. Finally, you get the biggest, brightest shining star right in the middle. “That big one, what does that one represent?” “Your heart.” He murmurs, kissing you softly under the cover of the midnight sky. You pull away slightly, looking deep into those beautiful brown eyes that you first fell for in that coffee shop. “Te amo.” he murmurs against your lips. “Te amo más.” you whisper back, he laughs.

“Imposible.” he says, and just as you’re about to argue with him again, his soft lips are pressed against yours once more.

#marc guiu #marc guiu fic #obvithebestsoph!marcguiu #marc guiu x reader #fc barcelona #chelsea #fanfiction #football #football fic #culer #teenage romance #MG38

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rocks-in-space · 7 months ago

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THE WITCH OF THE WORLD'S HEART

1. “Hands,” Sarah Kay // 2. desde my ventana // 3. The Wizard, the Witch, and the Wild One, episode 27, Erika Ishii // 4. "The Svenborg Poems", Bertolt Brecht // 5. "My God, Girlhood Ripened," Savannah Brown // 6. The Ant and the Pigeon, illustrated by Mikhail Komadin // 7. Unknown // 8. Detail of "The Chaste Heart of Saint Joseph," Giovanni Gasparro // 9. The Wizard, the Witch, and the Wild One, episode 22, Erika Ishii. // 10. Everything Changed When I Forgave Myself, Charlotte Eriksson // 11. "Dogfish," Mary Oliver

The Wizard, the Witch, and the Wild One web weaves:

Eursulon Suvi Ame True Friends

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Image 1: Text reading, "Hands learn more than minds do./ Hands learn how to hold other hands./ How to grip pencils and mold poetry./ How to tickle pianos, and dribble a basketball/ and grip the handles of a bicycle./ How to hold old people and touch babies./ I love hands like I love people"

Image 2: A photo of a cottage surrounded by a garden. The cottage has vines on the wall that form the shape of a heart around a window.

Image 3: Text reading, "I am the Witch of the World’s Heart, and my job is bringing together the things that the world wishes to see separate, and now I’m gonna go do that."

Image 4: Text reading, "In the dark times/ Will there also be singing/Yes, there will be singing./ About the dark times."

Image 5: Text reading, "Oh I only want to write/ about tomorrow Tomorrow/ I'll be wiser and scarier/ and so much harder to trick oh/ it will be the best/ and only day of my life."

Image 6: Drawing of a fox looking up, apparently smiling, with blades of grass behind it and a small strawberry plant.

Image 7: Text reading, "It's the way the world works./ I don't want the world to work like this! I have a heart."

Image 8: A painting of a man's torso wearing a loose white shirt. He hold a glowing heart shape in his hand in front of his chest which illuminates the person.

Image 9: Text reading, 'I shoulder past, but as I feel that, I spin around, and my eyes flash at her. You see for a second something terrible and much greater and older than Ame. And then it’s gone, and I also look scared and frightened, and I start running."

Image 10: Text reading, "I'm not everything I want to be, but I'm more than I was, and I'm still learning."

Image 11: Text reading, "Mostly, I want to be kind."

end ID.]

#worlds beyond number #wbn #twtwatwo #ame #web weaving #sam speaks

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felixcloud6288 · 2 months ago

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Dungeon Meshi Chapter 27

Hey it's them again! Are they still dead?

They've managed to find Falin's remains but now the party is stuck figuring out what to do next. They can't take her remains back to the resurrection office because her soul bond is already exceedingly fragile and they cannot risk anything that might happen on the journey. Meanwhile, getting a revivifier wouldn't work because the resources needed would rot on the trip back.

A revivifier sounds like an object but it's probably a person. Not sure why they don't just use monster flesh to perform resurrections. Marcille even points out that the dragon's corpse can be used to resurrect Falin right there. Probably just another aspect of adventurers thinking of monsters only as things and not actual living creatures.

Marcille has a pretty grim complexion throughout the first part of this chapter. It definitely emphasizes how far she's willing to go to save Falin when she suggests casting forbidden black magic, but I'm going to say she looks that way due to a mixture of exhaustion, crying, and frequently touching her face while her hands are caked with dried blood.

Marcille's specialty being ancient forbidden magic kind of comes out of nowhere. In the flashback to her time at the academy, we learned she's interested in studying dungeons, but maybe having a suspicious scene or two beforehand might help. Like maybe during that undine fight we could have had a moment where Marcille looks at a bloodied hand, pauses to think for a moment, then casts something using the same font style as we see in this chapter. Just something that is clearly suspicious and out of the ordinary.

Since its forbidden magic, this will probably add to that future conflict chapter 22 implied will happen. The Western elves will probably try to arrest/execute Marcille for casting black magic and Falin for being resurrected by it which will force Laios into the conflict.

Otherwise, the story might as well have Marcille reveal that she knows revivification magic since as far as I can tell, there's no difference between what she does and what revivification is.

This ritual is elaborate. Since mana flows through Marcille's staff, she probably has to mix her blood with mana to make this whole thing work. Also, extra proof that Marcille bites her lip when she's stressed.

That is a lot of blood. Marcille nearly died to the undine a few days ago so she ought to be lightly anemic already. She should be barely able to stand after writing all this. Maybe it's not all her blood.

I can guess a little about how mana flows during the ritual. There's another circle that Marcille stands in when she casts the spell and a line connects her to the circle where Falin will be resurrected. That circle has a line connecting to the dragon's corpse.

If Marcille was using something smaller as the resources, I would assume it would have to be placed in a circle as well. But since the dragon is so big, Marcille doesn't need to define the perimeter the resources for the spell are located.

Here's how I imagine mana flow works during this spell. Marcille stands in her caster circle and her mana will flow through the line to the larger semi-circle to create a concentrated "wave" of mana pointed at Falin. Think of it sort of like how a satellite dish collects satellite waves and directs them toward a receiver in the center of it.

From there, additional mana will flow toward the dragon corpse to collect material and pull it toward Falin's body. The concentrated mana wave will then mold the materials into the shape Marcille wants.

Laios and Marcille were just showing off how much they know about anatomy this chapter. I can understand Laios knowing warg skeletal structure as part of his mnster obsession, but I don't know how Marcille knows so much about human bone structure when she isn't a good healer.

Also, Laios had no problems with the warg skeleton, but he kept fumbling when he started helping Marcille rebuild Falin's skeleton. Goes to show how little Laios knows about human anatomy compared to monsters.

Meanwhile, Senshi and Chilchuck were just standing around. You'd think Senshi would try to make something to eat while they wait.

Darkest joke.

There's not a single shot of Falin's skeleton feet. Kui did not want to figure out how to lay those bones out.

The ritual is so primordial in nature. Marcille had to take off her shoes, unwind her staff, and loosen her hair before starting.

The hair is an especially big part of how different this is from normal magic. Hair is important in magic. Marcille kept it clean and tidy as part of her magic. But this magic requires her hair to be disheveled and filthy.

As she casts her spell, chilchuck and Senshi hear whispers in the wind and mana flows toward the ritual site. Everything about this feels strange and wrong.

But I'm going to argue something in defense of this magic. There's always a sort of distance between adventurers and the world around them. I mentioned earlier how revivifiers bring flesh to cast resurrections rather than use nearby monsters.

I'm not sure how to put it, but the best I can come up with is adventurers treat the dungeon like it's dirty. They bring their own rations in and scoff at the idea of eating monsters. They have their civilization and they would rather try making the dungeon conform to that civilization rather than adapt themselves to the environment.

Even the whole thing about cleanliness being part of magic seems to tie into that distance. You're supposed to be clean in order to be part of society and magic being tied to that cleanliness means you have to overcome the "dirtiness" of nature to use it. It kind of gives me the same vibe as someone who would bulldoze a swamp to put a giant amusement park over it.

The spell Marcille is casting seems like it requires her to surrender herself and be a part of nature to cast it. She has to embrace the filth and disorder of nature and be one with it in order to use its magic. Meanwhile, standard magic requires the user reject the natural world and how it cannot be controlled in favor of an artificial setting that subjugates nature.

Hopefully, we'll get more detail about this kind of magic.

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#dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #dungeon meshi readthrough

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warywind · 3 months ago

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Dergtober 25-28

Day 26: Queen, featuring a return of my very first drawing with clan leader Rhea. I liked the idea of that drawing but not how it was going, so I spent some time adjusting the angles and proportions and I like it much better now. Still not still on the tail position, but I can keep fiddling with that.

Day 27: Rot, featuring Nikodeme, one of my plague-iest dragons and about as close as they get to a monster. He's seen the worst the Wastelands have to offer and it molded him into a scared and distrustful creature. I had high ambitions for this one, and aside from the head and smaller fans I just couldn't get the posing to work within a reasonable amount of time. At this point I'd generally just drop the opacity on everything and redraw it from scratch, moving the old head back on if it still fits in.

Day 29: Game, featuring Serin, a master of sinister games and another semi-monstrous dragon. Serin is a powerful illusionist who traps dragons and other beings in maze-like mindscapes. His games don’t generally have casualties, but he can sure make someone think they’ve taken a life-threatening injury. He’s careful that his victims don’t see his real face, making it difficult to even figure out that a single dragon is behind the games. The Grotto would certainly hunt him down if he got on their radar, and with the combined skills of their more powerful mages they’d stand a decent chance of succeeding. What they’d do with him probably depends on why he’s doing this (something I haven’t decided myself), and I could see them managing an uneasy truce if circumstances are such that he ends up helping them with one of their more serious enemies. I had high ambitions for this one too, with very dim lighting and an illusory maze coming toward to viewer, but the hour I had for this wasn't quite enough to rough everything in.

#digital art #flight rising #flightrising #flight rising art #dragon art #frfanart #fr dragon art #dergtober #dergtober 2024 #inktober variant #queen #rot #game

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krindor · 8 months ago

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Jewish Life Pre-Diaspora: Women's Hair

back in april @mylight-png made a post expressing a desire to learn about small details of "ancient Judean" life such as clothes, jewelry, hair, etc. and I've found the idea of addressing what I, as a Jewish archaeologist, could in that post intriguing. these types of questions are some of the most interesting, but also the most challenging, for archaeology.

Defining "ancient Judeans"

In this, I'm looking for ancient Judeans as defined by Light's quote "I wish to know what traditional, pre-occupation, pre-exile Jewish life was like." which I'm taking as before the babylonian diaspora in 586 BCE, because anything after that date is post-diaspora, and while there were occupations before 586 BCE, I want to be able to give some answers.

Women's Hair

The only definitive visual depiction of Judean women I could find came from the Lachish Relief, a wall decoration in Sennacherib's Southwest Palace in Nineveh, which is in modern-day Iraq. It depicts the outcome of the siege of Lachish in 701 BCE, where the Assyrians sacked the Judean city as a part of Sennacherib's campaigns into Israel and Judah (the same campaign that led to the diaspora of the 'ten lost tribes')

In the relief, women are displayed as wearing long headscarves (below) so unfortunately this tells us little about their hair (in the relief, children are shown as miniaturized adults, so we also learn nothing about girls hair from the relief).

(Image credit: Amanda Borschel-Dan/Times of Israel)

Hope for learning anything about women's hair isn't lost though, thanks to a type of artifact called a Judean Pillar Figurine (or JPF's for short). These figurines are split into two groups: those using well detailed molds, and handmade, more abstract pieces.

(Deutsch, 2022)

Hundreds of JPF's have been found, with over 50% of them coming from the Jerusalem area and all dating to the 9th-6th centuries BCE, which is the time period we're looking for. The primary issue is that we don't know what exactly they were used for, or who they represent. They could be depictions of Judean women, but it's also likely that they are depictions of Ashera, a local fertility deity that was worshiped alongside El/Hashem in domestic settings (religion in pre-diaspora Israel and Judah is messy, I should probably do one of these about it), and it's even been theorized that they are children's toys. The two types may even be used differently, we just don't know. So while I'm going to show the JPF hairstyles, keep in mind that these may not be the actual hairstyles Judean women wore.

The mold-made faces consistently have "voluminous cheek- or chin-length hair framing a face with full cheeks, a mouth that may smile slightly, a chin, nose, and almond-shaped eyes." (Ben-Shlomo and McCormick 2021, 27, image below from the same, 29).

This hairstyle is seen in the area as early as the 12th century BCE, on an ivory flask "bottle figure" from Lachish, which is pre-Israelite, so this hairstyle has been in the region for a while. (Niditch 2008, 44), and may resemble an Egyptian wig in its form, owing to Egypt's cultural influence over Canaanite and early Israelite culture (Deutsch 2022).

This consistency and longevity in the features is also used as an argument that they represent a single individual (again, Ashera), rather than this hairstyle being ubiquitous among Judean women.

Among the handmade, pinched face JPF's, there is naturally more variety, and a possible hairstyle can be seen in them from Tell en-Nasbeh. Some of these handmade JPF's have a headband that has two side locks coming from underneath it (below), and while none displayed side locks without a headband, the reverse isn't true, though exceptionally rare (2 of the 37 JPF's found had a headband without hair).

(Ben-Shlomo and McCormick 2021, 29)

Conclusion

Due to the undetermined nature of the JPFs, and the lack of other evidence at the moment, it's impossible to definitively say "this is how ancient Judean women styled their hair." That being said, I hope I've presented some current ideas from my field that are interesting, and shed a little light on such an ephemeral topic.

TLDR: I couldn't find much, but there is ongoing research into this topic in archaeology.

#jewish stuff #archaeology #ancient israel #israeli archaeology #long post #op is me #JLPD Project

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two-white-butterflies · 2 years ago

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coaxed you into paradise - c. 27

Description: The life of Saera Targaryen told in four acts. She was her father's forgotten daughter, cast aside as she looked nothing like her mother. Her younger days were spent beside her uncle. Years following her marriage with Ser Harwin Strong, she catches him in an affair with her older sister. She returns to seek solace in the arms of her uncle, that she's loved all her life.

(Coaxed You Into Paradise and High Infidelity Rewrite.)

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Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Fear of Losing Children

“Do you remember being here?” Saera asked her son - smiling as he began to soak in the scenery of their ancestral home. Dragonstone was beautiful no matter the season or weather. “Not really,” he hummed in return - staring at the beautiful castle in front of them. “You were born here, my dragon.” she informed - leading the small family inside.

Princess Rhaenyra was the first one to greet them, her hands were wide open - welcoming her sister’s embrace. “Saera, it’s been far too long.” she smiled - knowing that she was unable to attend Alyssa’s wedding. “I agree, mandia. (sister)” Saera replied, breaking their small embrace.

“We’ve come here because there was a threat to Daegon’s life,” she informed, pressing Daelon closer to her body. “It is horrible - but such is the nature of a lord’s life,” Rhaenyra hums, leading them to their rooms.

Saera tilted her head in Daegon’s direction.

“I pray to the gods everyday that he remains a child,” she sighed. When her children were babes, she didn’t need to worry about their safety - but now that they were lords and ladies of their own - the only thing she ever does is worry. “I do the same thing with Jace and Luce, they grow up too fast.” Rhaenyra chuckles, twisting the knob to Daemon and Saera’s shared room.

“I’ve maintained the cleanliness - we haven’t moved everything. You should rest before dinner.”

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Aemond walks around the red-keep, seeking justice for his good-brother. “We will find the culprit, I promise.” he vowed, holding his lady’s hand while walking down the dungeons. “I can’t believe that someone would threaten his life, Daegon hasn’t done anything wrong.” Alyssa whispered, eyes narrowing around the dingy dungeon. “Careful,” Aemond mutters, handing her a piece of cloth to protect her hands with.

There were two gold cloaks standing in front of the main door. “We’re here on the orders of Princess Saera, ser.” Alyssa clears her throat - and both of the men begin moving away, providing them a clear entrance. It was no secret that Prince Daemon and Princess Saera controlled the kingdom.

Aemond took a step inside the main dungeon - the smell of mold flooding his senses. “We should make it quick,” he remarked, continuing his march towards the last cell - where a servant was held. He was cowering under the Prince’s stare, covered in blood and grime.

He pointed his sword at the man’s neck. “Who ordered you to poison Prince Daegon’s drink?” he questioned - glaring at the man with daggers in his eye. The man would not answer - his eyes remained closed and his tongue was null of any words. “Do you not fear me? Do you not fear our house?” Alyssa questioned. “He will be a healthy meal for Bluefyre.” she added - looking at him with a bloodthirsty stare.

The man pales slightly, but he still would not speak.

“There are other ways to get his answer, my love.” he breathed - placing the sword closer to the man’s neck. Aemond kneels down to his level, reaching for the man’s hand and placing it on the cold ground. He was merciless when it came to family - merciless when it came to the safety of his wife.

He swiftly raised his sword, cutting the man’s hand clean. Alyssa flinches as the man screams in agony. “I-I think you’re supposed to ask a question first,” she reminded - the Prince took a deep breath. He needed to be merciless - or else no one would take him seriously. “There’s more to come of him,” he replied, reaching for the man’s second hand.

Before he could raise his sword - his mother walks into the dungeons.

“Aemond, stop.” Alicent commands, and the couple turns their head to the Queen. “Mother,” Aemond stood up, ignoring the man who was bleeding on the floor. “- we were seeking justice for Prince Daegon.” he added, wiping his hands on his tunic.

“But he is not dead, is he?” she replied bitterly, preventing herself from staring at the bleeding man. “No,” Alyssa replied, wiping her hands with the cloth. “Then, you must leave the investigation to the crown.” Alicent reprimanded, quickly ushering the couple away from the cell.

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The sisters were more apart than the skies and the seas, the sun and the moon, black and white - but they supported each other, despite the betrayal that ran rampant in their blood. “How was Alyssa’s wedding?” Rhaenyra inquired while passing the food down to her uncle. “As fine as any Westrosi wedding,” he snorted - placing a small portion of the food on Viserra’s plate.

“I wasn’t invited,” the little girl huffed - and Daemon silences her with a spoonful of beans. “Children are not allowed, my dear.” Rhaenyra chuckled - heart softening at the petulance of her niece. “I wasn’t invited too!” Joffrey raised his voice - earning a soft laugh from Saera. “You poor things,” Daegon shook his head, placing a piece of meat on his mouth.

“Were you invited?” Viserra turned to her brother and nodded. “Of course I was,” he boasted - and the little girl’s face turned into a pout. “That’s unfair,” she thought to herself, all the while her mother pressed a spoonful of vegetables on her mouth. “Daegon is the same age as Alyssa,” she responded - not wanting her daughter to feel out of place. “Really?” the girl replied, narrowing her eyes. “I always thought that he was older.” she hummed - and the entire room exploded into small chuckles.

“Muña, did you hear that?” Daegon complained - pointing at his little sister. “She’s adorable,” Daemon replied, squeezing the little girl’s cheeks.

For the first time, the House of the Dragons found itself in laughter - with the sisters laughing and the cousins joking. It was joyous, almost perfect.

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They were made for each other - dragons burning and igniting wildfire. Saera settles on the bed, beside her husband, their children are fast asleep in their own chambers - leaving time for their parents. “I already miss our daughter,” she groans while burying her face on his chest. She could have a thousand children - and still love all of them the same.

“We made the right choice, no harm will come to her.” he replied, rubbing soft circles on her back. “But we will not see her either.” she bit the inner corners of her lips - gazing up at his face that held a million of emotions in them. “It will be enough to know that she’s safe.” Daemon hummed in return, knowing the grief of not being with the one that you loved.

He knows the kinds of emotions that are flowing down her body. The feeling of grief, love and happiness, all at the same time. He felt it when she married Ser Harwin - he felt it when he was in the Stepstones, preventing a war while preventing the reckoning of his soul.

“I fear that we’ll feel it again, after our children leave for their own.” she confessed - not able to bear the thought of losing her babes. “It comes with marriage,” he answered. “I plucked you from your father’s hand, and he could do nothing but watch.” he chuckled bitterly - and she gazed up at him again.

“Will you say the same thing when our children are plucked from yours?” she teased - he shakes his head. “No one will do such a thing, not when I’m around.” he smiled - and a laugh escapes her mouth.

All fathers swear the same thing.

“Whatever you say, my prince.” she replied while pressing a soft kiss to his jaw.

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Larys swirls the wine around his goblet, taking a callous sip as he realizes that his plans have dwindled. “Aemond and Alyssa were there, did they find anything?” he asked while gazing at Alicent.

The woman shook her head. “None, but they’ve maimed the servant.” she informed. “I’ve heard.” he breathed while taking another sip.

“I killed him, don’t worry.” he added while settling down on the chair.

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shewhowas39 · 6 months ago

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a hornier sneak peek of chapter 27

okay so the last sneak peek of chapter 27 of Juniper & Starlight took a little bit of a turn... lol. so here's a shorter, hornier sneak peek of the upcoming chapter. enjoy.

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Astarion sits back on his bedroll, his hands finding June’s waist and tugging her onto his lap. She complies easily, her body molding itself against his like it’s second nature to her. Her skin is still slightly damp from her bath in the nearby stream, and she smells of the pine soap she’s taken to using. He buries his face in her neck, inhaling her scent - tinged as always with the sweet, rich smell of the blood in her veins. He presses his lips to her pulse point and delights in the breathy little sigh it elicits from her.

She almost sounds relieved. The way one might when a breeze ruffles their hair on a scorching summer day. Like his hands and his mouth are exactly what she needed.

She still wants him. She still wants him.

The thought repeats over and over in Astarion’s head as he continues to mouth at her neck while her hands twine in his hair. She wants him and she wants to protect him and she’s not going anywhere.

One of June’s fingertips begins to trace the shell of Astarion’s ear, sending a shiver down his spine. He grazes her soft skin with his fangs in retaliation, and June gasps in response. Not to be outdone, however, she proceeds to pinch the sensitive tip of his ear between her thumb and forefinger, sending an eclectic jolt of pleasure through him. Astarion growls and nips at her neck, his arms tightening around her waist.

“Do you need blood?” June asks after he nips at her again.

“Mmm. Kind of you to offer.” HIs words are muffled by her neck. He gives her one final nip before pulling back to look at her. “But the bear will keep me going for another day or so. Besides, there’s something else I’d like to taste.”

June’s eyes light up, clearly understanding his meaning and thrilled by the prospect. All signs of her previous guilt or fear are gone.

Astarion catches her mouth in a hard, searing kiss. He bites her lip before pulling away, just far enough to whisper, “Get on your back. Now.”

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leathergeek · 2 years ago

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Body Swap 72 : Classified

Body Swap 72 had been hired to use their technology by the US Government to use their swapping technology to swap criminals as a new form of punishment, they would plead to a 72 month sentence inside a selected volunteer, many disabled in a way who offer up their bodies so that they could spend 6 years in a healthier body.

Asa Radner was an older gentleman who thanks to his connections was at the top of the list for a swap. He suffered from old age and severe Arthritis, his days spent mostly in a wheelchair whilr he surrounded himself with beautiful young male nurses and assistants. He longed to be young again and relive his kinkier days. Thanks to his money and connections again, he got his way. He managed to find a young college students whose body he adored. He paid to have the young man framed for a crime he didn’t commit. He had a great young, muscled body and a huge cock which Asa would put to use.

Dwayne Graves was 21 and thanks to Asa’s men, he was facing a ten year sentence for rape, which he did not commit. His lawyer talked him into a plea deal where he’d spend 6 years instead in the body of billionaire Asa Radner while Asa would have full reign and control over his rock hard, young body. On the day of his swap Dwayne watched his young body leave him behind in his withered old body damned to spend the next 6 years stuck in the prison of a rich old man. It wasn’t all bad he at least had some young studs looking out for him.

3 years into his sentence, Dwayne as Asa had become quite close to his personal nurse Scott Reyes. It was thanks to this Dwayne learned how Asa had used his money to select Dwayne's body and make it so he was the body he swapped with. Disgusted by the truth and unable to see his old body until the sentence was over or risk being stuck as the old man forever. He spent the next 3 years plotting his own revenge, but on the day he swapped back he learned Asa had turned his life upside down.

Now 27, Asa as Dwayne had completely transformed his body head to toe, full of tats, pierced up, and a wardrobe full of leather and tight clothing. He ran a successful OnlyFans site now as well, fucking young hot guys who worshiped him, it was the life Asa had always wanted, now he had to give him back the body and life he spent six years molding. Or was he? Asa had a plan to frame him again and use his wealth to keep the leather stud he had created. But Dwayne and his new boyfriend had put their own plan into motion. As they swapped back Asa quickly fell to the ground, he was having a stroke, Scott help bring on. He is there watching the body he had fallen in love with and made into his perfect man walking away as his old body became paralyzed. Now even all his wealth couldn't help him live the longer life he had planned. Dwayne submitted the proof of Asa's corruption to the authorities. Dwayne's record was cleared, but his body and life had already been altered so bad that he had to start over, this time with his loving nurse boyfriend. He had to admit the new him took some getting used to.

The government kept the program but altered the selection process. Dwayne was paid a large sum in order to keep him from telling the truth.

Dwayne took awhile adjusting to his new life and look but eventually learned to live as Leather Stud 21 (his online persona) Asa spent the remainder of his days trapped inside his old body thinking of the 6 years of bliss he had as Dwayne.

#male transformation #body transformation

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lavenderviolin · 9 months ago

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When I was 13, I overheard my uncle call a woman a dyke. I didn’t know what it meant, I just knew my father thought it was amusing, and that my mother told me to never repeat it because that was a dirty word.

When I was 14, I stumbled across a music video. It showed the story of two girls falling in love. Watching it made my stomach hurt, and made my face feel hot, but I couldn’t understand why. I watched it 9 times before I started to feel like I was being creepy.

When I was 15, I had my first crush. I had been denying my feelings, and then she walked in and I felt that sick feeling in my stomach. For the first time, I had to reckon with the fact that straight girls don’t feel flushed and scared when they look too hard at another girl’s neck. That night I locked myself in the bathroom and hurt myself until I felt like I’d made up for my sin.

When I was 17, I sat through the most intense sermon of my life. The preacher was red in the face, spitting and pacing and condemning people like me. I listened to my friends saying amen, saw them nodding their heads in agreement. Terrified, I begged prayed for God to fix me, because I knew I couldn’t do it on my own. Nothing changed.

When I was 18 I told a mentor that I was gay. It took a gut wrenching 27 minutes just to get that word out of my mouth, and when I finally managed to say it, I felt filthy and exposed. We spent the next 2 hours praying and reading the Bible while he explained it was an attack from Satan. After I got home, I was sick. It was the first time I had seriously considered suicide.

When I was 19 a close friend admitted that she was a lesbian, and so I confided in her as well. She told me it was evil and immoral, but we could still make it right with God if we just had faith. I watched her struggle and fight and mold herself into an image, up until the day a young army man proposed and she said yes. I really, truly hope that she’s happy.

When I turned 20 I told my therapist that I liked girls. She was a Christian counselor, and I envisioned some form of therapy where she could help me fix my sexuality. Instead, she told me that I’d been punishing myself for too long over something that needed love and acceptance, not shame and hatred. It was the first time I felt like someone actually saw me.

I turned 24 this year, and I realized something. For the first time since I was 13, I had a crush on a girl and didn’t immediately fill with disgust. For the first time ever, I said the word “gay” out loud without flinching. And for the first time in my life, I came out to someone without immediately feeling like I needed to destroy myself to make amends for it.

I still think about that little girl who was so, so scared, and so unprepared for life, and I wish I could hold her hand. I can’t help her, and it’s too late to protect her, but maybe from here she can finally begin to heal.

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marvelcriminalhoe · 2 years ago

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His Sinful Devotion

Older! Dark! Church guy! Steve Rogers x Innocent! Naive! Preachers daughter! Reader

Part 7 (The end)

Series masterlist

Warnings: Age gap (Reader is 20 - Steve is late 30s early 40s) , Dark, manipulation, dub con, Steve is hardcore manipulative (I’m serious), reader is hardcore innocent (I'm serious), Loss of virginity, talks of past dark acts, sexual acts on someone sleeping, P in V, Unprotected acts, Wrap it before you tap it, 18+ only.

AN: I haven't posted in awhile. Life has been hitting hard over here in the Mav Household. I’m not going to bore you with everything thats happened, just know I appreciate your support and understanding.

Warning: This might be a bit tamer than the other parts, but that's because they’re married and it's time for the fairytale happy ending... duh ;)

AN2: This is the big sha-bang. The moment you’ve all been waiting for. But that doesn’t mean that’s the end of the story with church guy Steve— don’t want to give a lot away— but with the hidden message in the ending I have a few ideas to do some au one shots with this story using this steve and a different reader, if others want that. This story was actually only ever meant to be a one shot but I’m a whore for praise and ended up doing all this for the people. I’m a hero.

Word Count: 1,595

Everything has to be perfect.

That’s what keeps going through Steve’s head. Everything needing to be perfect. For you. For him.

The wedding planning didn’t take too horribly long, considering Steve had everything set up the moment he set his sights on you, but he still had to go about it in a way that seemed normal. Which wasn’t too hard to do, considering you looked to him to do everything for you anyway, just like he taught you.

The time between getting engaged and the actual wedding day was only a month. Actually less than a month. 27 days in fact. But even then, it seemed like eternity to him. He was so close to his forbidden fruit, to stealing you away and living happily ever after with you. It just made the time seem to go by even slower.

But now, after 27 excruciating days, Steve stares at himself in the mirror, his hair perfectly styled, tux fit to the nines, straightening out his bowtie, and he can’t help but relish in the now. He’s finally getting what he deserves. After years of thinking maybe this wasn’t meant for him, maybe he wouldn't get his story book, white picket fence, ending, he's finally here, it’s finally his turn.

“You ready pal?” Bucky questions him from across the room, dressed similarly to Steve with the rest of his groomsmen, Sam, Tony, and Bruce.

Steve takes a breath, turns around, and smiles, “Absolutely.”

His friends, who know how long he has waited, cheer, and Sam speaks up next, “Everything set up with the house?”

“The realtor closed today.” Steve nods, “We’ll be moved in, in New York, the second we get back from our honeymoon.”

“That’s great man. We’ll be glad to finally have you back home.” Tony walks over and claps him on the shoulder. The rest of the men nod. All the men, outside of Bucky who is still in the beginning stages, has a woman of their own out in New York. All of them having the perfect life they deserve, and all of them happy another one of their friends is on that path as well.

When the wedding planner comes and knocks on the door, all the waiting comes to a head.

You're beautiful in your virgin white dress, the lace veil covering your face, as your father walks you down the aisle. Steve is even more sure you’re meant for him. Picture perfect, as if you came down from heaven just for him. The Lord molded you for him. His perfect girl. His entire devotion.

The moment he lifts the veil and see’s your face, he’s actually certain you did come from heaven. His own personal angel. And he swears to himself then that he wont ever worship anything more than he worships you. Just like he knows you’ll only ever worship him. Just as you've been molded to do.

The ceremony is traditional, per Steve’s request, but it’s also short and to the point. Steve’s waited long enough.

It seems like everything after the moment you are pronounced husband and wife is a blur. You don't remember walking back down the aisle, or taking pictures. You don’t remember greeting your guests, or cutting the cake, or the first dance. Honestly you don’t remember much of the reception at all. You don’t even really remember leaving it, the send off, or the drive to the hotel.

It’s like you don’t come back to your senses until the moment you are standing in front of the hotel suite door. Steve scoops you up in his arms, adamant on carrying you across the threshold.

The suite is huge. Everything is marble white with gold accents. The walkway to the bedroom is covered in rose petals that lead all the way to the bed, where they make a heart. Champagne and crystal glasses lay on the table across the room, along with chocolate covered fruit.

Steve gently sets you down in front of the bed, smiling down at you as he cups your cheeks, “My little wife.” He coos, leaning down to kiss your lips. The slow and gentleness only lasts a few seconds before Steve’s inhibitions come forward, the darkness within him that he’s only let slip in small amounts with you, seems to break through the cage completely. He’s been caged too long, held back too much, and the beast inside him finally comes forward.

It’s as if his entire being engulfs yours, his lips feasting upon yours as his claws tear away at your dress, allowing the tattered white shreds to fall away to the floor.

Your back hits the bed with more force than you were expecting and the small whimper that leaves you is swallowed by the monster above you. He relishes in the sounds of your trepidation, the wails of your hesitation, your pleads for him to slow, only further his desire.

Despite your fears, he knows you are feeling the same desire as him, the wet justices coating his fingers tells him as much. His lips descend down your neck to your perked breasts as his fingers open you up for him. It doesn't matter how many times he's fingered you, you’re still so tight, squeezing his fingers with a firm grip.

Even with the mad man inside him at the forefront, he still wants to be a good husband of you, wants to treat you right, shower you with so much love you don’t ever look for it outside of him. He want’s to give you so much pleasure.

It’s why he curls his fingers just so, hitting the point that makes your eyes roll back and your toes curl. It’s why he keeps the pace steady, allowing you to rut against his digits as he praises you over and over, letting you get to your peak.

“That’s it darling. Come for me. Come for your husband.”

“Such a good girl for me.”

“One more, give me one more.”

He wears you out on his fingers to the point you can’t even see straight, and when you’re chest is heaving, sweat coating your body, mind fuzzy, he stands, towering over you as he discards his own clothes.

He watches over you as he becomes just as bare as you. Watches the way your chest expands with each breath. The way you are practically glowing with the soft due on your skin. His cock is always hard for you, but right now, looking over you like this, knowing he gets to mark you as his forever, he's throbbing.

He wastes no time climbing back on top of you, shushing you as your weak please for reprieve reaches his ears, he knows you don’t mean it, not really. The feeling of your slick coating his cock as he slowly drags himself through your lips has him growling, and he’s glad he tired you out enough on his fingers so much because he knows the last of his patience withers away.

Sinking into you is like arriving home. He’s positive he’s never felt such a euphoric rush in his life. And again, he’s glad he’s already made sure you’ve cum more than once before claiming you, because he knows he’s not going to last long.

His thrusts are animalistic, his grip on your hips tight as he makes you meet his each thrust. Skin slapping against skin. Hard, fast, and bruising.

“My girl.” Steve moans from above you. All you can do is whimper and weakly moan, body too exhausted for anything else. “Only mine.”

The only thing on Steve’s mind is marking you up. He’s got your entire being as his. Your mind, Your heart, and now, he want’s the one last thing he deserves.

“Gonna cum inside you, honey.” Steve groans, hips continuing their assault on yours, “Over and over. Gonna fill you up with my seed. Mark your walls. Make you holy and completely mine.”

The image of you dripping with his cum, the whiteness running down your leg, mixing with the sweat coating your body makes him more feral than before, and it’s enough to have his eyes roll back and his cock twitch inside you. He swears he’s never cum harder in his life.

It’s exhilarating and blissful. Better than he imagined, and he imagined it a lot these past few months. He’s enamored by you. Completely and holy yours as you are his. His devotion is down right sinful, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

When he finally stops, he keeps himself inside you, knowing it’ll only be a few minutes before he’s ready to go again, and he peppers your face with kisses. Your body is so exhausted you’ve passed out, entirely spent, but that isn’t going to stop him from taking you again, and again, and again. Your his now and he can do as he pleases.

Not like that’s ever really stopped him before.

“My perfect little wife,” Steve caresses your cheeks, smiling down as he rubs his nose with yours. You’ve always been beautiful to him, but worn out on his cock, might be his favorite look yet, “We’ll be so happy together, I promise.” He vows, not for the first time today, that you both will have a happy life together. He knows you will. You’re perfect, better than the mistake he had before. You won’t do what she did. And he wont have to get rid of you like he did with her. No, this will be the happy ending he deserves. He knows it will. It has to be.

His devotions may be sinful, but what’s life without a little evil.

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chibikyo · 1 year ago

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I will be soon posting a masterlist forall my kinktober entires for 2023. Even though October is over, I'm determined to hit 31 entries and tentatively have planned out most of the remaining stories. This is what i have planned though i keep moving shot around and writing a inspiration stilled so do not hold me to this.

Day 22 - Bondage (Kenshi X F!Reader)

Day 23 - Sex Pollen (Havik x F!Reader)

Day 24 - noncon (Noob Saibot x F!Reader)

Day 25 - Edging (Kung Lao x Reader)

Day 26 - Threesome+ (Earthrealm Gang x F!Reader)

Day 27 - DP-2-holes

Day 28 - Cockbulge (Shao x M!Reader)

Day 29 - Virginity (Smoke x Reader)

Day 30 - Free Use (F!Reader x Lin Kuei [Bi-Han, Kuai Liang, Tomas, Frost])

Day 31 - ?????

If anyone has ideas for day 27 (kharacter suggestions) or day 31 ( anything even if the link is a repeat) I'm not promising I'll use your ideas but i really need inspiration.

I've been trying to spread the love to as many characters as i can and I'm willing to write for any mk character (except meat please. Skin required)

Aside from skalet I've had no inspiration to write for female mk kharacter but will write male or female reader with female kharacters.

Send me an ask or comment on this post or send me a chat or go comment on AO3. I'm also on discord and have an MK thread with my friends to chat mk oc's which I'll be hopefully working on posting soon.

If you have an oc and an idea i can write it as kharacter/oc then change it to y/n when i post it and happy to share the original copy too. That's how I've written most of these just keeping descriptions generalizes XD

Anyway, happy so many people are enjoying my writing. Also if you send an ask and i don't reply for awhile it's likely cause I'm working on your ask not ignoring you and you can hit me up in chat if you really want to know. I have one molding in my inbox while i think of some ideas for it.

Lastly I've played mk since mk2 was out. In familiar with all entries, all lore, I'm like the wine aunt of mk history so when i say any kharacter i mean it. Been in the Fandom since i was 5 and my dad kicked my a** by spamming noob and kabal specials.

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lokisprettygirl · 2 years ago

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Under his influence (Post Avengers! Loki x female reader)

Read chapter 26 here/ Series Masterlist

Chapter 27

Summary : Loki's ex fiance brings trouble.

Warning: 18+, Smut, HUGE Canon divergence(Just me making shit up), masturbation, dry humping mention of stalking, mention of psychological torture, angst, insecurities, ptsd, self deprecating behaviour, panic attack, soft precious bean loki, polite bean Loki

That night Loki was taken to a group meeting where he was instructed of things he would have to do in order to repent for the crimes, under the influence of Thanos or not, so many lives were destroyed by his actions and Loki himself wanted to redeem himself, he remembered how much people hated him but somehow he had managed to win the hearts of the people of Midgard but then he remembered Melissa. He was hoping he would not run into her this time.

He already had to deal with the matter of his ex fiance.

You couldn't sleep at all that night, you called your mother and told her that you were staying at a friend's house since your apartment had mold problems and you also told her that your phone was broken because you knew she'd continue to call and will get suspicious sooner or later.

Things seemed messy, your mother was back to hating him again and this time you had no idea how will you tell her again, you couldn't share anything with Mrs Geller and you missed Jane terribly.

Next morning you woke up to the phone ringing so you picked it up thinking that it was your mother.

"Y/n? It's Steve Rogers, I am leaving for Minesotta" you sat up as he said that.

"Umm okay..good luck and have a good journey and i hope you will find your friend"

"You pray for that y/n" you squeezed your eyes as he said that. Once he hung up you quickly showered and put on a summer dress, you missed Loki terribly, it felt like a heartbreak all over again, you knew you had him still, you knew his heart belonged to you but there was a fear eating you up, a gut feeling that something was going to go wrong. As you stepped into the dining area you found Loki, he was in earth people clothing and you always found him adorable like that, but he was accompanied by Thor as well as Natasha, Tony, Clint and Bruce, they were having a meeting of sorts so you didn't want to interrupt them. You turned around to leave but Thor had seen you already,

"Lady y/n" you stopped and turned around and everyone was just staring at you so you smiled awkwardly, your eyes met with Loki and you quickly averted your gaze, the way he was fucking you with his eyes wasn't helping at all.

"Come have a meal with us" Thor said.

"Ummm I think you guys are busy with some top secret Avengers business so I'll come back later" you mumbled nervously.

"We were just talking about the shawarma we had the other day" Tony said so you walked back to the table and took the empty chair next to Thor, there was a space next to Loki available but you didn't want to look suspicious.

"I love shawarma, the chicken one with the garlic sauce and beetroot is the best" you mumbled and you could feel their eyes on you.

"I don't like that, I like the one with tahini" Natasha mumbled as she munched on her pancakes.

"That is absolutely a good choice" you answered her, she looked so intimidating even having a normal conversation. You couldn't help but wonder if they were all the same in other universes, you wondered if all of them were good guys, heroes, the most of all you wondered if your lives were interconnected in those other universes as well.

Sometimes it was hard to process this turn of events in your life, eight months ago or should you say two days ago in this timeline you were living a completely harmless boring dead life where you had no hope or dreams for future and now you were sitting in the Avengers tower discussing the type of shawarma you liked. What the hell happened?

"Brother what are you doing?" You turned your head to look at Thor as he said that and Loki seemed horrified.

"Nothing, what do you mean?" Loki gulped.

"Why were your toes rubbing against my shin?" You burst out into a laughter as Thor said that, others did as well but Loki was so embarrassed, that sweet poodle, you really needed to hug him and kiss him as soon as possible.

"I have done no such thing brother" he answered before he went back to eating, in order to comfort him you took your heels off and rubbed over your toes up and down on his shin just like last night. The pink shimmer of embarrassment from his cheeks has faded and a smile returned to his face as he felt your touch.

After breakfast you went back to your room, if Steve would find Bucky soon then you'd have no business being here but you didn't want to leave just yet. You couldn't leave him here because you knew they won't allow him to go anywhere, Thor wouldn't take him to see you now that he had no memory of you two ever meeting.

You had to come up with something to prolong your stay here.

You stepped out of your room at the supposed lunch time wishing to run into Loki again but you weren't ready to see what you did. You found Loki, Thor and the bunch of Avengers along with tens of other people you didn't recognise, you did recognise Dalia though. There was a woman dressed in a princess gown, loaded with jewels from head to toe clutching onto the love of your life, he stood there awkwardly with his arms barely touching her waist as he tried to comfort her.

"It wasn't until that you left my beloved is when I came to the conclusion that you Loki, my love, you are all I need in my life, you're the man I want to spend the eternity with" she pulled away to speak and he opened his mouth to say something but then his eyes met with yours and he was completely baffled, you seemed hurt and he never wanted to put you through such pain ever again, he didn't understand why fate kept coming between you two. He also didn't understand why Atrishia visited him now, she never came in the previous timeline but then the previous timeline was never supposed to exist.

"Prince Loki why are these mortals staring at us? Can we go somewhere private?" She asked him so he nodded and she hooked her arm in the crook of his elbow as they left for his room.

He had hoped for her to move on because he had come so far from that place, they were never even in love with each other, even their engagement ceremony consisted of them barely speaking to each other, sure they had a rendezvous here and there but the spark just wasn't there, he never felt the toe curling heat that he experienced with you, the marriage was a political alliance, she knew that and he did too.

Before he met you he never felt that need for a partner he'd want to love day in and out but now that he had you he knew he couldn't even imagine being with someone else, he craved his father's approval but now it didn't matter to him as much as you did.

"I can not comprehend how you and Prince Thor can live here, it is so warm and crowded and mortals are so …erratic" She let out a chuckle

As soon as they reached his room, he turned to her and took a deep breath.

"Lady Atrishia i need to tell you something"

"What is it?" She looked at him curiously and he had no idea what to say to her, he couldn't tell her about you just yet, Strange has said to not tell anyone anything.

"I'm afraid I can not continue with this union of us, i reckoned that you must have carried forward with your life, i was considered dead for more than a year" he said nervously, his voice was soft but formal.

"And I have yearned for you every single day Loki, when I learned of your demise a part of me died as well. You have no indication of the predicament i have suffered through during the time, but you are alive and that is all that matters " she hugged him tightly again and he squeezed his eyes as he didn't know how else to push her away, he didn't want to be cruel to her, he was betrothed to her and he knew he had a responsibility here, breaking an engagement wasn't something that the royals took lightly. He knew she would be ridiculed for it.

"Princess Atrishia, i appreciate the concern and i apologize for every hurt that i have caused you or will do so in future but I am not in love with you and I am assured that you are not either" she chuckled and pulled away as he said that.

"Not in love with me? What is that supposed to mean Loki? I didn't come so far for you to tell me that you do not feel love for me, you will learn to love me Loki" she said to him so he took a step back from her.

"That is not how it is going to be now, I am sorry"

"You should be apologetic Loki, for offending me so when I went through all this trouble, when I have spent every night wailing for you to come back, our union was arranged and nothing has changed, you will come around Loki" she insisted and he was starting to feel offended by the sudden change in her tone.

"No I will not, my heart is not yours , it never was, the union was arranged by our families but I'm not the same man any longer, i have changed, i desire love and i have found it in someone, I am sorry"

Her eyes teared up as he said that, he felt bad about her situation but he wasn't going to hurt you any more, not for her or Odin or Frigga, after everything you two thad been through, he wasn't just going to let it all slip away from him again.

"Well who's she? Have you fallen for another princess?"

"Yes but She's not an Asgardian or from Vanaheim"

"Then who, Loki? Who else is there that you have given your heart to?"

"I'm not ready to reveal that information, you need to let go of this union and move forward, for all the hurt that I have caused you I really am deeply apologetic for the same" she crossed her arms and glared at him as he said that. She stormed out of his room and he sighed and then he followed her back into the living area

"Prince Thor, i would love to stay here for a while, arrange a feast for me, would love to experience a Midgardian celebration" she smiled at him so he grabbed her hand and gave it a formal kiss. He looked at Loki and Loki shook his head slightly but he couldn't just deny the Princess, this was her first visit.

"Come i will take you to your private chamber" Thor said to her as he gave out his arm for her to hold on to and she glared at Loki as they walked past him.

Loki looked around but you weren't there anymore and he was worried about you. He quickly went back to his room and then he teleported straight to yours, he found you on the bed all curled up, crying your heart out, the broken sniffles rendered his heart. You already had several insecurities and he was afraid he had brought them to the surface again.

He crawled on the bed and as soon as you felt him around you, you turned on your back to look at him.

"There you are" he whispered softly as he got on top of you, cupping your cheeks he wiped your tears but you were just staring at him mindlessly as if you couldn't believe that he was there.

"How did you get here" you felt his thumb rubbing against your cheek softly and he gave you a smile, just being able to hold him felt surreal again, his scent intoxicated you and made your mind go all hazy as soon as he was in such close proximity.

"Teleportation" he mumbled as he leaned down and kissed you softly, your fingers curled around his neck as he pulled away, you brought him back to you and kissed him feverishly, it felt like ages since you had touched him last even though it's barely been three days.

"God i have missed you" he hummed in agreement as you said that "Do you really remember everything or it's just me that remembers everything and you just have like bits and pieces of the memories?" You asked him as you sniffled so he kissed you

"I remember everything darling, from the moment I laid my eyes upon you to the moment we were seperated i remember each and every little thing we experienced. I remember becoming friends, best friends, then lovers, i remember the heartbreak and the fears we both had, i remember the dreams, I'm here my darling, I'm here" you nodded in desperation as he confirmed everything, not that you doubted him but you were feeling extremely insecure at the moment.

"The dress..you make it look beautiful my love" you smiled at the compliment, your legs hooked around his waist and he moaned slightly at the closeness, he had been wanting to hold you and do other dirty things with you, your presence here but him not being able to touch you was killing him.

You lifted your head up and pressed kisses on his neck, he put his hand behind your head to give you support so you weren't straining your neck like that. The way you were sucking on his skin, he knew you'd leave him all marked, it would heal soon so he didn't mind it either, if you felt territorial about him then he was going to allow you to do whatever you wanted, he needed you to know that you owned him.

"I am all yours my princess" you pulled away as he said that.

"What about the princess…the real one?"

"You're my real princess"

"And i love to be but we have to talk about the princess in the living room" he chuckled as you said that.

"I told her my heart wasn't mine any longer"

"You did?" You looked at him surprised as if he wasn't ready to destroy the multiverse for you.

"I did, I do not understand why she is staying though but I promise she won't be a trouble"

"I do feel kinda bad for her, i have been in a situation where I wasn't..picked or chosen and it hurts alot"

"I know it does, I know how it feels but I can not hurt you or our relationship just to protect her newly found feelings, we were not companions, we barely even knew each other, she didn't even come see me when I was losing it all over there" he let out a exasperated sigh as he finished his sentence so you scratched his scalp and he immediately melted into the touch.

"She knew?"

"Of Course she did, i became the King of Asgard, she must have heard"

You nodded as he said that. Maybe he was trying to make you feel better because the way she was holding onto him out there, she really seemed desperate for him.

"Maybe she was just confused about it all"

"Perhaps you are right but I know if it was you, you would have come for me, you would have come to save me"

Your eyes teared up again as he said that.

"I would come for you, anywhere anytime" you took his shirt off and the double innuendo didn't go amiss.

"Can I make love to you my darling?" He whispered in your ears and you bit on your lips as you nodded with utter desperation, tucking his hair to the side you kissed his neck again, his hands roamed over your thighs and he took your underwear off, your back arched as you felt his fingers on your wet lips, sometimes it was hard to wrap your mind around the fact that a man like him desired you this way.

Even after everything that had happened it was still incomprehensible to accept that he really wanted you and you only.

You unbuttoned his pants and pulled his cock out to stroke him slowly, he let out pretty little moans that you have been dying to hear again.

"I'm so glad you remember lo, i wasn't ready to lose you"

"I'm so happy you remember as well darling" his voice came out all breathy as the sensation in his belly grew, he was so desperate for you and he hoped you knew exactly how much he needed you like this. He made you arch your back so he could unzip the dress and pull your breasts out of the confinement, his lips latched onto your right nipple, you almost lost your train of thoughts as he sucked on them slowly one by one.

"So perfect, you are ethereal my princess" he mumbled before he licked your nipples one more time and all of a sudden he stopped and pulled away a little as he realised something.

"What's wrong?" You asked him but your hand kept stroking him.

"I uhhh.. norns darling you have to stop so I can Think" you bit on your lips as he said that.

"You want me to stop? Really?" You gave him a naughty smile and he placed his hand on yours, brought them both over your head and you felt him rubbing his cock over your lips.

"No I want us to keep going sweet girl" you moaned as his precum smeared on your clit, your body felt on fire and you wanted to keep burning in this flame. Forever and ever.

"Norns I need to stop" he let go of your hands and sat up on his knees so you looked at him with a perplexed look on your face for a second and then sat up as well, while he buttoned his pants you pulled the straps of your dress over your shoulders.

"Everything okay lo? You are worrying me" you chuckled nervously so he cupped your cheeks and kissed you softly.

"I don't have a protection"

"What?"

"Condoms, don't have it" your brows furrowed and it took you a second before you realized that he didn't have a condom in his vault. He only got them once you both had agreed to be more than friends, nothing like that happened in this timeline.

"Ohh…that..is a bummer" you pressed your lips together in disappointment so he smiled.

"It is alright" he said so you climbed on his lap and he was taken aback by the sudden urgency but he smiled as you sat right on his crotch and your arms wrapped around his neck.

"We will do it like this" you mumbled as your hips rolled back and forth on his crotch, the seam of his zipper rubbed against your wet naked lips and the sensation felt too good to be true. His mouth opened, jaw clenched and brows flared as he watched you move in a rhythm, his hands cupped your ass and gave them a squeeze, a guttural moan escaped his throat as the pressure built in the pit of his stomach.

He wrapped his fist around the hem of your dress and pulled it up to take it off your body, the sight of your naked body humping against his half clothed one, your breasts jiggling with every move, your eyes drunken with the feeling was too erotic and he knew it wouldn't take him long to combust.

"You're dripping on me darling" he mumbled as his eyes remained fixated on your cunt rubbing against his bulge. The image would probably make you blush later but right now you just wanted to please you both and you didn't care how obscene you must have looked.

"Mmm you are so hard lo, so perfect..it's heavenly and you are such a good boy, so pretty, i love you" you kissed him softly while your hips continued to gyrate on him.

"I love you my goddess..I'm your good boy, all yours, forever yours, you own me, I'm Yours" his voice came out in broken whispers and you kissed him again and then again.

"You promise?"

"I swear on my manhood darling" you chuckled which in turn made him laugh but both of your heads lulled backwards and he moaned loudly, a little too loud as you both chased that burning feeling together.

This was perfect, every time you gave yourself to him this way it just felt right and you felt as if you belonged to him and that he belonged to you but the moment he was away from you, when other people had his attention you felt insecure again and you had no idea how to get rid of that feeling.

As you both came he picked you up immediately and took you to the shower, you both needed it after that, in the shower he made you cum all over again as he went down on his knees and pleasured you until you had no thoughts left in your head, he was all you could think of and you wished that feeling could have lasted forever but you knew you weren't that fortunate. This new life with him had just begun and it seemed more difficult to live this relationship than the last time.

Loki couldn't stay in your room for long so he teleported back to his, he didn't want anyone to suspect you two.

In the evening Thor had organized that feast for Princess Atrishia and you asked Natasha Romanoff if you could join the feast, she glared at you a little too long before she agreed but she asked you to dress nicely, thankfully you had a fancy black dress that you had worn for your mother's and David's dinner rehearsal.

As you walked in the lounge you suddenly felt out of place, everyone seemed elegant with their suits and gowns, your eyes traced the room and you found Loki along with Thor, Loki was in a black suit while Thor had a blue suit on that seemed too small for his size, they were having a conversation with princess Atrishia, your eyes met with Loki and he gave you a sympathetic look so you quietly walked towards the bar and sat down. You noticed Tony right next to you and he was talking with that bitch Dalia. For some reason you wanted to take all your frustration by smacking the shit out of her.

"This is perfect Tony, in order to present him as a reformed man we can use his past and show the people of earth that he wasn't always evil, he was in love and engaged to a beautiful woman like her, I mean we have hit the jackpot here don't you see?" She said to Tony and all of a sudden you had a sense of dejavu.

This was Melissa fiasco all over again but this time you'd have to compete against the Princess of Vanaheim. A goddamed Princess.

Not again though, you swore to yourself that you won't allow Loki or yourself to suffer all over again. You had no Idea that Atrishia was no ordinary woman and she came here to take Loki. By hook or crook.

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