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[biteofcherry]

✨️New Year's Eve Babe Lottery✨

Lloyd claimed me last time. Anyone else daring to step in? 😅

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"No, really!" Lloyd glanced around at the people in the ballroom. "If anyone wants to step in and ask my Sunshine for a dance, please do."

He grinned, but he was unable of making it appear even close to non-threatening. The gun in his hand didn't help matters.

Your own heart hammered in your chest. You never found yourself close to a real gun. Though that weapon was less scary than the man wielding it.

When a group of armed men dressed in black barged into the ballroom, interrupting the party, their leader entered in with a nonchalant step. As if he was simply making a grand entrance, with intention to have fun and be admired.

You saw women start taking off their jewelry, ready to give it all up just to be spared. But none of the goons asked for it. They stood around in strategic places as their leader, Lloyd, helped himself to a flute of champagne and some appetizers.

Then he started walking around, closely assessing people and making everyone uncomfortable. When he made it to you and noticed that you were clutching a steak knife in your hand, he paused.

You didn't think you could protect yourself in any way. It was just instinct to grab anything and that knife was on the buffet table behind you.

"Give it here, Sunshine, before you cut your pretty fingers." Lloyd grinned, holding his palm out.

You gave him the knife without a fight, but unfortunately that little stunt drew his attention to you permanently.

As he was goading you to dance with him and challenging anyone else to cut in, if they wanted to dance as well, another presence entered the spectacle.

"I dare." The man moved with a confident, lethal stride. It was clear he felt absolutely at ease in the chaos, as if he was the one deciding on how the situation unfolds.

Lloyd rolled his eyes, but took a step back from you.

"You're ruining all the fun, Fowler," he complained.

"You'll get your fun." Nick replied, striding across the floor. "Your favorite kind." He adjusted his cuffs then, without a single change in his demeanor, he pointed at two men at the back, who were trying to hide behind the rest of the people.

Lloyd and his men dragged the two men into the middle of the floor, then made them kneel in front of Nick.

"Pakhan, please-" one of them started pleading, but was quieted with a hit to the head.

Nick bend slightly and said something through gritted teeth. You don't know what he told them and you were quite thankful for that, because you already felt like vomiting from fear.

Then the armed men were dragging those two and a few other people, including a screaming woman.

"Bye, Sunshine!" Lloyd waved at you, with a maniac grin.

"Wait." Fowler paused, looking at you with dark, intense eyes. "Take the girl to my car."

[witchywithwhiskey]

Did you say... Apple Daddy Ari‽

🤭🤭🤭 ok so apple daddy ari is going to be part of the sugar daddy fall au i'm working on that i talked about in the reblogs here.

to be honest, i only just created this wip this morning and the entirety of what i have written is: apple picking and fucking in the orchard

i think i'm going to try to start writing it tomorrow, so hopefully i'll have more to share soon BUT the basic premise is that ari is reader's sugar daddy and he takes her apple picking, and they end up in a deserted corner of the orchard and he initiates a quickie up against one of the apple trees.

i'm very excited to write this fic, i feel like sugar daddy ari will be fun to write (hopefully!! 🤞🏻)

thanks for playing my WIPs ask game!!

[ghilannain-apologist]

the first of many screenshots of my rook Eralen Aldwir ♡

[navybrat817]

Pass the happy! 🌻🌈 When you receive this, list 5 things that make you happy and send this to 10 of the last people in your notifications!

It's tough trying to think of different things, but I will try!

1. Jewelry. I always wear a ring on my right hand and my wedding set on my left.

2. Pizza. A must have.

3. Ice cream on a hot day, but in shake form or in a cup. I eat it too slowly for a cone. 😂

4. Having dinner at the table with my family.

5. Snuggling under a warm blanket.

NPT: @jtargaryen18 @smutconnoisseur @you-expect-too-much @ruckystarnes @hiddles-rose @pinkiebieberpie @buckycuddlebuddy @krissy25 @grounded-in-light @charmed-asylum and anyone seeing this who wants to play! Love and thanks. ❤️

[biteofcherry]

Yep. In 5 years I will still love garlic 😌

“do you know where you’ll be headed in 5 years?” no. but i do know about themes and motifs. and friendship. and putting garlic on everything

[deeply-concerned]

Just Cullen in the morning with his severe bed head and his big tiddy wife

[biteofcherry]

"You're going to let me take care of it for you—not because you're unable, but because I want to."

One of the reasons you feared mating with Alpha Ari was the fear of losing all of your independence, strength, competence. He proved you wrong, adjusting to you while still maintaining his dominance as an Alpha.

Sometimes, Ari's tendency to take lead and control is a good thing. Like when some average tasks make you quickly exhausted and annoyed in your pregnancy.

Ari says those words in a soft, but not cooing or pitying tone. Which saves him from a glare and your stubborn refusal to accept his help.

[navybrat817]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last ten people who reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals & followers!! <3

Peanut butter cups, especially if they're from Trader Joe's.

"Broken in" clothes, if that makes sense. Like a pair of jeans or a favorite sweater that fit and feel perfect.

Getting my hair cut. I love how healthy it looks and feels once it's done.

Been a long time since I've had one, but game nights with friends and family.

Writing and connecting with others because of it. ❤️

NPT: @whiskey-bitch @whimsicalrogers @venusofthehardsells @buckylattes @gogolucky13 @angelltheninth @princessphilly @weekendgothgirl @tdbooth @mollygetssherlockcoffee and anyone else seeing this!

Love and thanks. ❤️

[biteofcherry]

Ohh 😏🤭

He'd be so kinky 🥵

Posted by @thinkjinx

Who’s cutting onions 🥹

Our fave dog dad dropped by @animalhaven, an all-star rescue in New York City that’s been our Give Bark partner since day 1!

[vulpixelates]

secondary rook? maybe? i really wanted an elf warden bc it feels like the game is written to make that a very relevant combo, esp w a ghilan'nain vallaslin 👀 her name is eralen but i think she goes by era

[lexivass]

🌻 If you get this, answer with 3 random facts about yourself and send it to the last 7 blogs in your notes, anonymous or not! Let's get to know the person behind the blog 🌻

1. I'm so in love

2. With Aaron Hotchnner and Gregory Montgomery

3. THAT I MIGHT STOP BREATHING

Just kidding

1. I am a woman in 🌠STEM🌠

2. I have burned two charges in the last month and accidentally spilled hot chocolate on my computer but it's all fine now 🥰

3. I look extremely pale right now

Thank you for the ask 💕

[darsynia]

Much-belated thank you! *twirls you*

66. a kiss only meant to last a moment, but when your lips meet, you can't pull away from each other

With Tony Stark please (I love him 😍❤️)

Okay I really enjoyed writing this, and PREDICTABLY it ended up longer than I thought... Thank you for my very first fic ask!! 💚😍

Summary: You're only at the party because your friend needed a +1, but Tony Stark's parties are legendary... Warnings: none Pairings: Tony Stark x Reader Square Filled: 'Soft Under Hard Exterior' Trope Word Count: 1,409 A/N: @avengersbingo

If anyone would like to be on a taglist (when I don't eff up and post before I tag anyone, that is), please don't hesitate to ask!

PLUS ONE

Attending Tony Stark’s 40+1 birthday bash is not what you’d been planning to do when you came to L.A.

It’s actually a complete fluke. You are really only in town to celebrate your best friend’s casting in a really promising pilot, one that catapulted her into a fancier sphere of influence, and earned her an invite to this thing. Except, Stark has decided to go full-out as usual, and every single person who is invited is required to bring a +1.

A female +1.

As it turns out, everyone your midwestern, level-headed, best friend since childhood actually trusts not to ruin this new chance of hers is already invited. So, she’s dressed you up in the most gorgeous, most revealing black dress you’ve ever worn, and dragged you along. 

You and your best friend step onto the property with stars in your eyes, and the first person you meet is Stark himself. Well, sort of. He’s wearing a custom-made birthday hat that’s almost certainly modeled after Madonna’s pointy-boob bra era, and he’s got a bucket full of wristbands that he’s distributing.

It seems that every +1 gets a wristband saying she’s a +1.

The closer the line gets to Stark, the more nervous you are. Finally, you balk.  “Okay, well, dressing up and seeing the house was enough for me, I’ll call a cab and--”

“I heard that. Call Patrol, we’ve got an escape in progress!” Stark says loudly, looking around to find out who’d been speaking. Like an actual tv show, everyone turned and looked at you. “You. You’re scared of me?”

“I’m scared of the idea of you. I have no idea what you’re really like,” you say, without thinking.

The regular flow of party talk resumes around you, but Stark cocks his head to the side and looks, really looks at you, and then he dips his hand into a bucket, pointing at you with his other hand.

“Who’re you with?”

Bestie has been nudging you with her bony elbow so often you probably have marks, and somehow after three minutes, you’re inside with your bracelets. The decor is ‘tropical Christmas,’ which is baffling until your friend’s bracelet goes off right by the bar.

A handsome man turns around, grins, and points up.

There’s mistletoe hanging from the ceiling.

Bestie actually knows the guy, he’s another aspiring actor, so they share a quick smooch before you and she retreat to a far wall to figure out what the heck is going on. That’s when you realize Stark’s swapped the bracelets. You’re wearing one that says ‘Stark’s Elf,’ and she’s wearing one that says ‘+1.’ As you watch the crowd, it’s immediately apparent that the ‘+1’ bracelets light up and chime when they’re near the mistletoe, and it’s everywhere.

“Okay, this is good actually,” your friend declares. “You’d have to be carted out of here by ambulance, and that’s not what either of us need right now.” 

You give her a hug right then, because she’s right. A few kisses you’d have been cool with, but this is a chiming, blinking assembly line. At least the noises aren’t irritating… yet? 

“Mind if I go, uh, network for a little bit?”

“Not at all,” you say, holding up the drink you just obtained.

An hour or so later, you’re happy for her, happy for yourself, and most of all, you’re oddly charmed by Stark’s selfish thoughtfulness. You’d always thought of him as a hard-nosed playboy, and he probably is, but there’s something else there, something kind, soft, even. He’d seen your reticence and given you an out (though again, he could have given you both ‘Elf’ bracelets, so there’s only so much credit to give the guy).

Speaking of an ‘out,’ you need the restroom, so you ask around. The staff member looks at your bracelet and directs you through a door, down a hallway, and around a corner.

On the way back, you pause at the corner to fix the strappy shoe you’d borrowed from your friend, your clutch under an arm, one hand on the wall, one hand on the sandal. Predictably, the bag succumbs to gravity.

You take one look at your neckline, another look at your hemline, and bite your lip.

“That’s a ‘don’t drop anything’ dress, right there,” Stark says, coming out of a door you hadn’t seen.

The alcohol in your system responds with, “Yeah, I might need rescuing, here.”

The lighting in the hallway is dim, but you can still see that his grin is on the sexy side of predatory as he says, “I’m happy to oblige, but I might need proper compensation.” When Stark gets close, he shoots a look up at the ceiling, then gives you a thorough once-over. “You’re the one I placated with the regular bracelet.” He takes a step back and puts his hands in his pockets. “Well, go on, Alice. Back to Wonderland.”

Something’s off, and when you glance up, you see why.

You’re standing under mistletoe.

Again, you’re charmed. This man has set up a kiss factory, but one hint that you’re uncomfortable with it, and he’s decided you’re off limits. Except, he is handsome as hell, smells amazing, and you’re just tipsy enough to be disappointed.

“I don’t recall there being anything in the universal law of mistletoe about a bracelet requirement.”

His gaze sharpens, but Stark says, “That’s the alcohol talking.”

“I nursed a single drink for an hour.” You bite your lip at the thing you just thought up to say, but go for it anyway. “You can see if you can taste it on me, if you think I’m lying.”

“The universal law of consent says that kiss shouldn’t be long enough to tell,” he shoots back. Your eyebrows shoot skyward, and he rolls his eyes. “Hard and fast rule by the party organizer. I maybe should have thought about whether the open bar would ruin all my fun.” He steps closer, inches away. “Last chance, Alice.”

“You haven’t picked up my bag yet,” you point out, heart pounding.

He doesn’t move back as he sinks down, and when he stands again, he holds the clutch close enough to your body that it takes your skirt up with it for a little while. Stark hands it over, then reaches out to hold your chin steady, obviously meaning to drop an insolent, brief kiss on you.

Except, that’s not what happens.

As soon as your lips touch, his hand spasms on your face, and you grab at his lapel, despite yourself. It’s electric, intoxicating, the chemical formula for lust just spontaneously generating between two strangers. 

Stark angles his head and murmurs, against your lips, “No, sorry, gonna need another five to ten--” and doesn’t even finish before he’s sliding the hand on your chin up into your hair and licking into your mouth. He’s more potent than any drink you’ve ever tasted, and he knows how to use his body to persuade, so it’s not long before you’re up against the wall and he’s got a handful of your skirt. Somehow Stark figures out everything you like in seconds, and the deep little chuckle he lets out when you moan in encouragement is as sexy as it is devastating.

It’s only the sound of someone else in the adjoining hallway that breaks the two of you apart, but again, Stark’s generous, offering his arm for balance as you gather yourself.

“And here, I thought I’d given you the wrong wristband,” he teases, picking up your clutch from where it had fallen righteously onto the floor during those frantic few moments.

Two weeks later, when you’re back at home and checking your email, you notice one from Stark Industries, and have a mini freak out before you open it. No one had said anything about giving the bracelets back, but maybe you should have done a little more due diligence?

The subject line is ‘CLICK ME,’ and you shake your head in disbelief. If you didn’t know better, you’d think that’s related to Stark’s repeated allusions to you as Alice in Wonderland…

The body of the email sends shivers down your spine.

Alice,

I thought about it, and I definitely gave you the correct bracelet, so here’s Stark’s Erotic Lust Follow-up: just so happens I’m giving a tech speech in your neck of the woods next month.

Dinner?

It’s signed the Knave of Hearts.

[deeply-concerned]

After more than 10 years of dealing with Solas's bullsh|t, my once timid curious Lavellan is absolutely ready to throw hands now 🤌

[navybrat817]

🎄 Send these trees to ten people you wish to have a good holiday and a happy new year!🎄🥰

Sending you all the love, thanks, good vibes, and wishing you a happy holiday and New Year, my lovely! ❤️

[deny-the-issue]

Emmrich with messy hair 👀🥵

[Alt text: Emmrich looks ahead with a sexy, hungry expression. His hair is tousled, as if by someone else's hands.]

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[kaunis-sielu]

Urban Witch: 2

You sit down at your booth, unwrapping your scarf from around your neck and then pick up your book. It’s rare that you beat him here.

Your easy friendship with Loki has slowly evolved into something that’s almost more but it’s like every time you get close to becoming more something happens.

Your drink is set down and when you go to thank Naomi, a nymph, you’re surprised to see that it’s Loki standing at your table.

“Hello Darling.” He purrs and you slip out of the booth to wrap him in a hug.

“Hi Loki. I’ve missed you.”

“I’d be disappointed if you hadn’t.” He’s always so smooth. “My little witch.”

“You know, anyone else calling me that would really piss me off.”

“I am aware.” He still hasn’t let you go, so you stay happily tucked against him. He’s just let you go when the door slams open, the glass shattering. Loki whips around, keeping you behind him and when you lean to peer around him you’re surprised to see a furious Caleb.

“You!”

“Yes?”

“You know what you did!”

“I do.” Loki agrees coolly,

“Fix it!”

“You know how to fix it. I don’t need to do that.”

“Okay fine. Sorry. There. Now fix it.”

“I don’t need to fix anything. When you truly mean it the curse will be lifted.”

“Fuck you.”

“I wouldn’t even if you could.” Loki says with a cold, dangerous smile. You shouldn’t find that look so incredibly sexy but you do. Caleb almost looks like he’s going to do something stupid, like challenge Loki before he sneers then turns and storms out of the coffee shop.

“Okay, I have to know. What did you do?” You ask staring after Caleb. When you look up at Loki he’s grinning.

“He won’t be able to perform until he can lift the curse.”

“Perform?” Loki stares at you, then lifts one of his eyebrows, “Oh my god. Do you mean,” you drop your voice, “in bed?” His grin turns downright mischievous and you can’t help the laugh that bursts from you.

“I thought it was a fitting punishment. Don’t you agree?”

“Poor Caleb is going to be awful frustrated.” Loki laughs then sits down on his side of the booth. You take the opportunity that you have to reach his cheek to press a soft kiss there. “Thank you.” You go to sit on your own side when he catches your wrist and gently pulls you into his side of the booth.

“My little witch.” He whispers before kissing you gently. “I would freeze cities for you. This, was just a bit of mischief.” You settle into the seat next to him, leaning into him, then crack open your book and begin to read.

When you finish your book you don’t leave. Instead you close your eyes and take a little nap against Loki. He’s always so steady, allowing you to sleep while he finishes his book.

“Little witch. It’s time to go.” He says softly waking you from your sleep.

“Come over?” You murmur, not opening your eyes.

“If that’s what you want.”

“Please.” You tell him blinking open your eyes. “Unless you have somewhere to be.”

“No, my little witch. Tonight, I’m all yours.” Hopefully, it’s not just for tonight.

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