#fascinating boy heheheheh

[auviergine]

I'M THE QUIET YOU'VE BEEN LONGING FOR

[idv-sunsxin3]

HELLOO 🌻🌻🌻 I want to say that im really love your works especially Rusen Rosehearts who was Riddle twins, THEY/HE WAS SO SWEET AAAAA😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️ definitely gonna take him to date /hj

I follow you in my other accound but sadly im forget my password tehe and im really happy to find your blog again🌻

Honestly im Curious what Rusen relationship with other Heartslabyul student like Trey, Cater, Deuce and Ace and what their first impression to Rusen?

Maybe you can make a HC or scenario about them🤔

If its bother you or making you uncomfortable, you can Ignore this!

Have a good day!🌻❤️

Riddle’s Twin Brother AU // Relationship with Heartslabyul

Note// most likely taken as preferably platonic- Thank you for liking this concept, he’d be nice enough to have fun with you, well, if his brother lets you heheheheh 🤔🤭✨ so glad that you found me tho, sorry for replying very late;; 🥺🌸

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Trey

He most likely knows Rusen not long after he encountered little Riddle when they were kids. Riddle and Rusen are inseparable even currently, it becomes pretty normal to see the other twin around as time passes.

He honestly appreciates a lot the company Rusen offers, who often tends to walk around the dorm and often bumps into Trey at the kitchen. Ending up asking if he can help the 3rd year with the baking duty, cleaning the kitchen and utensils, preparing the table- Trey finds Rusen a “good boy”, who deserves some headpats <333

There is always this cute silly dynamic between them, they were not so talkative when they were little at first because they were kinda just “friends by association” and the one who brings the bridge to the reason why they hang out together was Riddle- but aftermath and today, they started to get closer and gotten to know each other. Sharing the common fact that they have this unconditional love and care towards Riddle, who is like a brother to them.

Rusen honestly knows how to bake more than cooking,,, so the soup he once made for Trey didn’t turned out as he planned/lh yet Trey still ate it and complimented it, giving some fair feedback with a smile that brightens Rusen’s motivation to improve 🥺😭

Rusen has the habit of ruffling Trey’s hair whenever he gets flour on it- Trey finds it pretty cute that someone so short likes to look after him too;;; Imagine Riddle’s lab coat card, like the twins probably tries to look after Trey who was having a fever at that time- it was pretty problematic but the 3rd year still appreciated their effort djdjjddj

Cater

Not gonna lie, he didn’t expect Riddle to have a twin- one that kinda acts like his shadow.

It was a bit fascinating how he didn’t get to learn that sooner until the curtains slide open, revealing Rusen who happened to stand beside Riddle’s throne this whole time by the time it was the second meeting at the dorm.

At first, the moment he realizes Rusen is a bit different from his brother made him want to bully him a little;;; but well, he wasn’t that foolish especially when Rusen is often seen sticking around with the housewarden who happened to be his brother- even Rusen proved himself that he’s capable to get someone to respect him, even if it’s by force after being so kind… 😇

At the end, Cater wouldn’t dare to press the other’s buttons. Instead, he’s quite glad Rusen is more open when it comes to learning the art of media.

“Spreading awareness and popularity of Heartslabyul? That sounds spectacular. Maybe it might help with funding the dorm for certain necessities-“ Rusen once comment and so on, Cater just being happy hearing him say such thoughtful things. Knowing how dedicated the red-headed is to give the Heartslabyul students everything they need. As if he’s acting like a caring little brother,,,

I like to imagine there is this silly realization thought Cater ever has, which is Rusen ever be acting as mean as Riddle. He would whine so much by the thought of it that he would even grab the poor strawberry shorty and shake him, begging him to “never change his precious heart” DJDJJDDNJEJJ-

Ace

I feel like ADeuce views Rusen as a “monk” or some kind of saint- he’s the forgiving twin unlike Riddle. Sometimes lenient, while still keeping the one-braincell duo on their toes before they do something that makes Riddle get steamy.;;;

Despite facing the same strict treatment and discipline, Rusen is the daring one out of the two twins. Bending rules and making some mischief in his younger days and successfully hiding evidence before ever being suspected… He smoothly even covers Ace’s mess at certain times if he finds that necessary too, that even Trey and Riddle would buy it! Ace, after learning this, started to then view him as the “sly senior”…

Bro, for someone who is like a taller but younger brother to Rusen, there are times Ace wants to make fun of him- if only Riddle wasn’t often around to see that;;

But besides that, Rusen often forgives whenever he causes mistakes, sometimes pointing out the problems he does that he probably didn’t notice. His patience probably confused the 1st year so much;;; but slowly and surely, Ace started to understand and listens to his advice. Sometimes would come to him if he has any questions to the 2nd year twin.

Deuce

Deuce is on his knees,,, he was so confused and embarrassed the time he mistaken Rusen as Riddle- How could it get any worse???

Gets so shy after first meeting him- like he probably doubts Rusen likes to talk to him after mistaking him with another person like- it was so awfulll- but no, Rusen still smiles at him and asks him if he wants tea. What??? REALLY??? 😭🥺

Goes sad puppy whenever he gets scolded by Rusen, even if it’s gently and not meaning to degrade him- Seeing Rusen displeased makes him feel so guilty,,,

But well- now he’s crying just because Rusen was so patient to help him out with studying for a test without getting mad for failing the previous tests- this is not on his bingo list but omg;;;

Rusen-senpai has the heart of a saint <//3

Deuce deeply respects Rusen as much as he wants to devote to the dorm and the housewarden- he would even take a hit for him!!! He often feels like he owes him a lot, when in reality Rusen doesn’t have the heart to bonk people and confiscating their UM tbh;;;

He would scold Ace whenever Ace tries to get on Rusen’s nerves- he be going like ‘how dare you speak to sweetheart-senpai like that-‘/lh

[fair-night-starry-tears]

Hey guys? Guess what? STORY TIME BITCHES- YAAHAHAHAHHAAHAAAAA

- some muts ocs

- drama bomb reveal

- I’m either high from being sick or just insane

- hehehehe new art go brrrrrrr hehehehehe

- Idia: I feel like some bullshit gonna happen

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Today was family day, it was a beautiful evening. Everyone gathered around, the world was brimming. Though. There was an odd hunch awaiting.

“Awww man…..” cursed a firey hair boy. Looking at his phone to the texts of his parents. “Bailed in just an hour in. Great…..” he mumbled. “Oh don’t worry big bro! It was an hour this time!” Cheered a robot child. “Yeah yeah, I know Ortho. I just wished they didn’t bail at the moment.” Said Idia. The eldest look at the text again, ‘we came what we wanted. Sry! Love and kisses’ - Mom. Idia thought of something out if it, “what does that mean?…..” he mumbled. With Ortho zooming off.

The prefects were in Ramshackle group table. Chatting away, with Yuu passing Freya a new sketchbook for designing, Estella playing a new tune, and Isabelle reading away. That’s when Crowley stopped by, “oh look guys. It’s the dead crow.” Giggled Minako. “Not the time. Prefects- I mean. Anyone. Has any of you seen Darling?” He asked. “Birdie? No. I saw her once inside the school.” Said Estella. Everyone had gave a simple short no. No one had seen her. “Strange…. It’s not like her to be wondering off….” The man had a look of worry. The man had checked up on his radar that the girl was on campus. He was sure of it. But he felt dread carry him. Then he get a rock bonk him, “ow!!!” He shouted. “You didn’t heard me.” Said Minako. “So throw- forget it.” He left in a huff. “….. did no one saw her?” Everyone shook their heads and gave their response.

Cater was with them, glancing up. “Oh. I saw her earlier. Chatting with the two uhhh. Helmet weirdos. Walked to the garden area.” Freya glanced over. “And you didn’t bother bringing it up?” “I was mainstreaming. didnt heard the first part sheesh-" but the boy was interrupted, grabbed by the collar by a panicking older shroud brother. “Helmets?? Helmets?!” He shouted. “Were there a blue and pink one???” Cater was surprised. Scared. “Y-yeah! Even some robots! Why?!” Idia froze. All eyes were on him. All eyes…. He knew what they came for. “Crowley!!!” The boy leap over the prefects table and slid off. Racing to the headmage. The group looked at each other, and followed in pursuit. Idia was racing around, looking for Crowley. Only to find the man standing in the garden. Holding a murky coated chip. “Where’s my child….?” The man asked. Idia gulped, trying to lower the situation that is escalating slowly. “I know this is going to sound bad….. I know but….” “Shroud…. Where…. Is….” Crowley voice deepen. Filled with malice and rage. “My…. CHILD?!” Idia and the prefect groups drop. “She’s at the Isle of Lamentation! She’s at the isle! She’s in S.T.Y.X FOR THE LOVE OF SEVENS SHE’S IN S.T.Y.X’S!”

Crowley stopped himself, “what?…..” he mumbled. “Look! I know that sounds bad! Don’t freak out-“ “freak out? freak OUT?! MY DAUGHTER IS MISSING SHROUD!!!!” He shouted, his mask fell, revealing an inky substance trailing down the man face. “I suggest….. you take us there…. NOW!” Idia had to do a time out with his hands. “Okay! Time out! TIME OUT-“

- I’m not gonna type some shit but everyone is at STYX-

The couple were talking, fascinated by the girl appearance. “See that? The pulse grew exactly like a normal-” the doors slam open. Revealing the headmage, prefects, or some who stayed behind to calm the school. And the shroud brothers. “I believe you have my daughter….” Said the tall fellow. His eyes gleaming with a violent intent. “Oh good. You’re here. We can break this to you.” Said the man in the blue helmet. “Tell me? Tell me what???” Shouted Crowley. The woman fiddled with the holographic system. Revealing the monitor. “See for yourself…” she said. Stepping aside as the group wonder. And the shock cursed their hearts.

Standing alone in the room. Was their friend. Or.

What was even is her…..

Her hair now an inky substance, her eyes a darker shade of a violet blue. And her skin, pale then her own. She looked. Disappointed. “I guess the cats out of the bag now….” She held her hands up high. “Oi…. I was going to tell them…. Eventually….”

The shroud parents responded. “A phantom hybrid…. Can you believe it? We didn’t respond to that distress signal with her overblot but you see this?” As the man pulled a chart. Everything was erratic. “You don’t see this on a phantom. We seen many. But this…. Just never once….” The woman played some recording. And suddenly Darling screeched out a howl, it wasn’t even human at all. More like a monstrous combination of a raven. The woman ceased the sound. And Darlinv immediately changed her figure. Walking around so empty like. “Shame you have to find out like this….. I too be devastes if this happened to me.” The adult Shroud male replied. “It took a moment to capture her. But I must say…. It’s impressive how well she can act.”

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Imma end this shit here but I’m so content hahahaaha

@adrianasunderworld @mangacupcake @writing-heiress @the-weirdos-mind @skboba-stars @nproduction626 @rose-tea-and-strawberries @anxious-twisted-vampire @rose-tea-and-strawberries @yukii0nna @achy-boo @abyssthing198

[strawberrystepmom]

KENDALL! THE PEOPLE MUST KNOW! how do pool boy itto and avid swimmer neuvi get along? 🎤

they get along hehehehehe....swimmingly <3

he keeps neuvi topped off with the finest of water (perrier, it's the best i can do in this dimension sadly) and he likes to listen to itto's chatter and finds him fascinating. didn't love it when he canon balled in and asked him if he wanted to play marco polo though.

[proxylynn]

[Hey, I looked up everyone's names :3

Ann: "Grace"

Alan: "Handsome"

(Lol all the other yans: "press X to doubt.")

[Nah, they just hatin'. That name is good on you, Alan! And since your last name means "The Hunter", Alan Orion is "The Handsome Hunter".]

Ann: ...That's... actually kinda cool...I guess.

[Anyway...

Bo: "To live in"

Charles/Charlie: "Free man"

Damon: "The one who tames"

(Ooh...is Damon a brat tamer? lol)

Douglas: "Black River" or "Dark stream"

Friend: ...Friend (?)

Jack: Also is "Grace".

Ann: Hey, we got the same! :)

Jacob Alden: " Be Behind an Old Friend"

John Doe: "An anonymous man"

Liu: "Famous Warrior"

Maison: "Stone Worker"

Malachy Doe: " Anonymous Messenger"

Pedro/Peter: "Stone" or "Rock"

Ann: Ha! Get it? Cause he's as dumb as a---

[Ann...]

Ann: *innocent smile with big pretty eyes* What?

[Be nice. And don't try "puppy dog eyes". Only Alan can do that.]

Ann: Fine. Just continue the names already.

[Okay then! *Clears throat*

Ren: "Water lily" or "lotus"

Tate: ..."Cheerful"

Ann: DEFINITELY not what I was expecting, but okay...

And Victor Anderson: " Manly Conqueror".

Oh, and Lynn/Lynsie: "Living/camping by a waterfall".]

Ann: That's cool! I've always wanted to visit a waterfall! Visiting Niagara Falls is on my bucket list.

[Yep, hopefully one day I'll go there...]

[Anyway, that's all the boys names in alphabetical order! :D How do the guys (and Lynn) react to finding out the meaning of their names?]

Elias: What would my name mean?

Lynn: *looking it up* Origin: Hebrew. Meaning: the Lord is my God.

Elias: Oh...*blushing* Oh my, that's quite the meaning.

Lynn: Bless your soul you're adorable. Hmm..."Living/camping by a waterfall"? Goes well with the English origin, meaning "Lincoln's marsh" and “island of the linden trees." I am the embodiment of a sheltered bit of land that is flowing with water that is calm or rushing. Neat!

Victor: Manly Conqueror? Oh, now that's an ego-stroking meaning.

Tate: Heheheheh. Cute.

Ren: That's sweet meaning. Shame this isn't my real name. It's actually [REDACTED].

Peter: The irony.

Pedro: I know. Why do we have to share so much with each other?

Doe: Does this mean we're related?

Mal: Thank god, no.

Maison: Quite fascinating.

Liu: Famous Warrior? ...cool. *smiles*

Alan: Handsome? *blush*

Bo: *stuck in a game* Ha ha...I see what they did there.

Charles: Free man? Wonder what that means. *Charlie: How fitting.*

Damon: Brat taming? No, dear Ann...But I do like bondage~.

DG: But if you want, I can tame you too~.

Douglas: "Black River" or "Dark stream"? Huh...That's mighty interesting.

Friend: I'm kinda tempted to tell my real name to know what it means.

Jack: Grace. So soft and friendly.

Jacob Alden: Be Behind an Old Friend...uh...Not sure how to take this.

[vettelsbitch]

Me throwing darts at a Rorschach (for the WIP words): sweat, light(s), ink

Hehehehehe you know what you are doing Morgan

Light(s):

Lewis had noticed that Charles' appearance was as fluid and changeable as his own wardrobe. Sometimes Charles' eyelashes looked dark and full, neatly lining his eyes. His lips looked redder and his skin was flawless. Other times he was all light stubble and dark circles under his eyes, almost reminiscent of those paintings of sickly Victorian children that you can see at the local museum. On the rare occasion his eyelids became the canvas for sharp eyeliner and burgundy eyeshadow that brought out the greens in his eyes and glossy lips. And on top of noticing the changes, he was fascinated with them.

—

"Eyes up here, Maxy," he says with a huge smile and Max chokes on his breath a little when he sees his eyes. He's so obsessed with Daniel's eyes that he could write whole books about their colors, how they shift and change with the light, how they go from a dark aged rum to golden honey, how they get a twinge of green when the light is just right. But right now they're just dark, a void threatening to swallow Max whole, eyes that drink up every inch of exposed skin.

—

They’re sitting together, the sky starting to lose its light blue in favor of an orange tint, the imposing rocks around them almost scraping against the clouds far above the tree canopy. Roscoe has taken advantage of his freedom from the backpack to relieve himself and is now sniffing some flowers in a nearby meadow.

"You know, I think I had it easier," says Sebastian; it’s the first thing he has said since they sat down.

—

Sweat:

"Don't worry, a friend of mine asked me to come get some food, but it's my first time here, so..." He rubs at his neck, the thin layer of sweat gathering where the leather brushes against his skin. His fingers feel slippery unzipping the jacket.

—

Max has to close his eyes. He can feel the familiar tingling on his fingertips. He knows he looks debauched, his skin red, his neck slick with sweat. With his eyes closed, he can hear the meld of slick sounds even louder than his breath and Dale's low grunts.

—

Max closes his eyes and tries to concentrate on his movements. Daniel's finger brushes against his asshole, the sweat making everything moist and slippery. The first time probably wasn't intentional, but the second time for sure is.

"Baby, be a good boy and come with me."

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Ink:

"Thank you for coming with me, Lewis." Sebastian says, putting his hand on his neck and pressing his thumb onto the ink on his skin for just a second. Lewis wonders if Sebastian could feel the jump in his heartbeat against it.

—

He grabs the foil packet from where it has been forgotten, placing it on Daniel's chest and making him jump a little from the cold feel. When he stretches to get the lube, which had rolled almost underneath a pillow, Daniel uses that opportunity to grab onto Max's neck, straining his neck to kiss him and breathe his moans in. He scratches his chest, over every trace of ink, from the laurel branches on his collarbones to the snake on his hip, until he grasps his erection, smiling against the wrecked gasps falling from Max's mouth.

[smolvenger]

Holy frick! This was so hot!

I love that he was secretly a simp for her! And I love Nat's cameo as the stylist bestie! But those mean reporters! I wanted to fight them!

And then President Loki being reduced to a single horny brain cell when she walked in with her outfit! You can tell he was trying to fight how his pants were tightening at the sight of her, hehehehehe

You look…ravishing."

Oh my lord, swooning!

"What is it with these feeble-minded mortals and their absurd fascination about aesthetics?"

hehhehe, good question!

Plus the Red Light District line made me almost spit out my tea!

Then!!! The sMUT! The s M u T!!!! PHEW BOY!

The grinding?!?! Doing it on the desk!? Oh lord, I'm squirming in my seat!

"What a beautifully insatiable little mortal you are. It's as if the Norns had made you just for me."

Ma'm, your dirty talk deserves an award! The way I can just HEAR him say it! Tears are running down my thigh!

About what you said earlier…fingers don't count, right?

FRICKIN SCREAMED! Loved it so much, bestie!

no resistance [kinktober 2023: fingering]

See the full Kinktober 2023 Collection here! See my full list of works here!

Summary: President Loki fires his assistant for booking an interview gone horribly sideways and hires you in her place.

Pairing: President Loki x Reader

Word Count: 7.4k [prepare drinkies and snacks accordingly]

Warnings: 18+ | smut (minors & pearl clutchers, be gone. i won't ask again); fingering; dirty talk; most likely inaccurate depictions of what a day in the White House looks like; improper use of the Oval Office desk; a handful of cuss words [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: power dynamic (she's his assistant); mentions of Natasha, Bucky, Morgan, and Steve if you squint; bit of a makeover trope towards the middle of the story; Reader is mid to late 20s

Dick-tionary (aka smut guide): smut starts at "He worked his hand back under" and ends at "When he pulled his digits"

"I uhh…I think that's all the questions I have for this interview. Thank you so much for your time, President Loki, and I wish you the best of luck with your re-election campaign."

The journalist, if she could even be called that, fidgeted the slightest in her seat, her discomfort evident from both the motion and the expression on her face. As if she knew that the god-president was now quite cross with her, and much deservedly so.

As if she knew she spoke out of turn in this interview that was so graciously granted to her.

"My security will see you off the premises. Good day, madam."

He exited the room with a slight swish of his coattails, striding down the halls with a fury now directed at his assistant rather than the would-be journalist. Once the offending individual had been located, there was a meek, fearful look on her face as well.

"Boss," her voice wavered. "Your forehead vein's making an appearance again…"

"Clear your desk. Today is your final day on my team." His voice rang out and echoed all over the floor of the campaign headquarters, most of the staff raising their heads and peering from awkward angles to have a view of the commotion.

"But Boss, you said you wanted to connect with the younger adult audience and capture their votes. Miss Lewis has an audience right smack in that demographic, her videos get millions of views, I don't understand--" She let out a frustrated huff. "An interview with her could secure you a good few million votes in your re-election. From fresh voters who've just registered and are undecided. She could bridge the gap that makes you seem so unrelatable with the digital age--"

"That woman that should never dare call herself a journalist asked me to confirm the measurements of my phallus because it appears that that is the dominating question her audience had for me," he snapped, rendering the former assistant quiet.

"I--I'm sorry, Boss. I didn't know--"

"No. No you did not. It is clear that you did not do ample research on how this Miss Lewis conducted her behavior and what type of a strategy she would likely use to bridge this so called gap of relatability. I have let a good few shortcomings of yours slide since the beginning of this campaign season in hopes that you simply needed to find your footing. But time is running short and frankly so is my patience. I no longer have leniency to spare for incompetence, especially from people that work too closely with me. Pack your belongings, I expect you out within the hour. Security will triple check for any information you may try to smuggle out of the premises, so I suggest you do not even attempt it."

She let out a sound of utter disbelief. "And how exactly do you expect to replace me on such short notice? The press will see when I'm not in your entourage at the briefing tomorrow morning."

"I assure you, it will not be such an impossible feat to replace the likes of you. Now if I were in your shoes, I'd hasten my movements. The hour will tick by before you know it."

Members of Loki's security kept a close watch on her to ensure that she only vacated her desk of her personal belongings. Checking every item she placed into her purse if there were scribbled secrets or supporters' contact information that might give the opposition some sort of an advantage over him.

Once they were positive that there was nothing she held on her person that could even remotely sabotage his re-election campaign, he had her escorted out of the building.

Now on to finding his new assistant. Preferably someone with a sensible enough head on their shoulders that they would at least do a rudimentary background check on who would be conducting the interview before writing them a gate pass and allowing them into such a private space.

Loki took a glance at the small pile of papers that his former assistant left behind. One had numerous strikethroughs and comments scratched on so harshly there were indents on the paper from whoever was wielding the bright fuchsia-inked pen.

Boring as all fuck, this isn't the aesthetic that we're going for. Try again, Y/N, the feedback read. The suggestion held the name of a creator whose content focused on documentaries centered on powerful individuals that have leveraged their platform in a negative manner. That perhaps this journalist could interview him and ask questions that touched on his past before he arrived on Earth and even some of the myths that surrounded his time on Asgard.

The president snapped his fingers at the nearest staff member, beckoning him over with an impatient flick of his fingers. "Which one of your colleagues is Y/N? Point her out to me."

The staff member raised a shaking hand, pointing in the direction of your desk. "O-Over there, Mi--Mister President, Sir," he stammered, mentioning your full name before Loki motioned for him to return to his seat. He took a good look at you, phone clipped between your ear and shoulder while you wrote something down on paper, the concentration written all over your face as you proceeded with your work.

"Yes I'll be sure to keep your contact information on file and forward your request for interview. You'll hear from us soon about schedules and logistics," you told the other person on the line with a smile stretched across your face that was so obviously strained, he could imagine your cheeks were beginning to smart from holding it.

He watched you work for a few more moments, your side of the conversation giving enough away for him to figure out you were speaking with a representative from Stark Industries. Something about a partnership to provide free sustainable energy to the impoverished communities throughout the country.

"We're very much looking forward to speaking with you in more detail about your proposals, Miss Stark. Thank you so so much for taking the time to answer my call, we'll be in touch soon." You took your little pencil and used it to twist your hair out of your face, your strained smile finally dropping. "Sorry I probably won't be able to call though because the president's PA is a complete ditz that'll reject my request because it doesn't go with the aesthetic," you grumbled, imitating his former assistant's tone toward the end and bringing an amused smile to the god's face.

"Miss Y/L/N," he called out to you, his tone uncharacteristically soft. Despite it, however, the sound of his voice still caused you to start in your seat.

Your expression morphed into a grimace, sucking in air between your teeth, looking defeated. "Good afternoon, Sir," you spoke, your words shaking with obvious fear. "You…heard me mocking your assistant, I apologize nobody was meant to hear that. I'll uhm…I'll clear my desk, it was an honor getting to work--"

"Hold on a moment there, darling, you're not in any trouble." He approached you with his hands held out and open in an attempt to tell you you had nothing to fear. "It was…quite an accurate depiction, if we're being honest. Hardly a mockery. I've erm…I've actually come here to speak with you about some of the interview requests you'd sent in prior to today."

He held up some of the scraps of paper in his hand, each of them containing your handwriting and his previous assistant's caustic feedback in the obnoxious fuchsia ink she insisted on using. "They were all rejected," you offered lamely, grimacing again as you squirmed in your seat.

"They're also quite clever. Intelligent, even." Your head snapped up at the compliment, a mixture of shock and satisfaction on your face as you looked at him. Your grimace had given way to a tiny endearing smile, a tinge of pink now in your cheeks. "Had my itinerary been comprised of these instead, today might have turned out to be more productive."

Your eyes widened to the point he worried they might pop out of your head. "The Lewis interview pushed through today?" He nodded once, a look of pity now painting your features. "I am so terribly sorry I sent over my research on her content but--"

"My former assistant likely shredded your findings," he finished, sitting slightly at the edge of your desk. "It's alright, Y/N, I don't hold you responsible for any of today's shortcomings. I see the efforts you've taken to enrich this campaign. Shamefully quite late, but I see them now. Hopefully moving forward we could work together to correct your predecessor's oversights."

"Wait, hold on…former assistant? Predecessor? Sir what--"

"I'd like to offer you a promotion of sorts. I'm in need of a new assistant, seeing as I fired the last one today for organizing an interview so brazenly invasive I might as well have taken the meeting completely nude."

"Well I'm sure Ms Lewis' audience would've loved that--" You stopped your words short, looking as if you'd bit your tongue. "Sorry I shouldn't have--"

"I'm sure they would have," he chuckled, leaning in the slightest to get a better look at you, finding himself surprisingly looking forward to what the next few days would bring, seeing your face more often as well as the potential of a better workflow considering that you seemed to be more focused on substance over appearance. "Take the rest of the day to familiarize yourself with the new workflow, as well as my itinerary. I'll defer to your judgment to rearrange or outright cancel any upcoming interviews as you see fit. I'll meet with you a half-hour before breakfast for a debrief on any changes you've decided on."

He barely gave you any time to nod your head in agreement before he reached for your hand, raising it to his lips and placing a delicate kiss on the back of your hand.

"I look forward to working with you, Y/N."

Your first few days working for President Loki had passed in a blur, working tirelessly to rearrange his schedule and maintaining a correspondence with the content creators that your predecessor had arranged interviews for. Spinning tales of how hectic the president's schedule had become on such short notice and therefore their appointments with him would have to be rescheduled at a later date.

A later date that probably would never come, considering that most if not all of the planned interviews conducted their business similarly to the one that effectively got his former assistant fired within the hour. You made a small note in your own binder that perhaps when he'd secured his re-election, they could be granted access among the crowd of reporters during larger press conferences.

"Maybe if you're among hoards of other reporters, you can keep your thirst in check and actually act like respective, decent human beings. Not asking about dick measurements like you're asking about the weather today. Thirsty idiots…" you grumbled, writing another name into the list.

"If that list gets any longer, you may need to have a rotation schedule, sweetling." You jumped at the sound of the president's voice coming from so close behind you, peering over your shoulder to find that he stood near enough that you could almost feel the heat radiating from his body. "Are these all the ones you'd rescheduled from the prior calendar?"

You mutely nodded, swallowing your nerves before speaking. "All the ones so far," you clarified, clicking away at your computer to show him the packed and borderline overbooked schedule that was formerly planned for him. "I made sure to go for the ones planned in the next few weeks first so that they at least have enough time to reallocate their time somewhat. There's about six more weeks worth to sort out."

"Excellent work," he told you, his voice even closer to your ear now that he was leaning over your shoulder to peer at the schedule on your monitor. "And what does my schedule look like for today, Y/N?"

You clicked to this week's view, taking a cursory look at the calendar. "After the press briefing, you have a lunch meeting with the Department of Defense along with one of the directors of R & B Weaponries, a Mr Barnes, to discuss about a new ammo supplier for the Navy forces and your own personal security detail."

He nodded along with your summary, the citrusy leathery scent of him wafting into your space and making you a touch dizzy from his onslaught of your senses. You just had to smell immaculate on top of looking like sex on legs, you hissed inwardly, biting down hard at the inside of your lip to keep you from saying a word aloud.

"And will you be joining me in this luncheon?"

Your eyes widened at his question. Of course you wouldn't be. The information to be divulged in such meetings should be something heard only by the president or those he deems closest to him. You were his assistant, nothing more. All you needed to know were names, dates, and overall points of discussion.

"I uhm…no. I don't--I don't believe I will be," you stammered, your breath hitching when he turned his head to look at you and suddenly you could feel his warm breath on your cheek. "Personal assistants aren't usually included in the guest list for these events," you offered in a lame attempt at explaining a question he didn't even ask.

"You are now. We'll leave at a quarter to noon." He began to walk out of the office, only halting to look at you over his shoulder when you let out a tiny squeak like you were about to protest. "Are you opposed to this new arrangement, sweet mortal?"

"Uhh--" You took a breath, composing yourself. "No, Sir. I'll call the restaurant to update the head count."

President Loki smirked at you, jerking his head toward the door. "Excellent. Now we should get going. I believe the briefing will commence in a few moments."

While you were on your way to the briefing room, you sent a haphazard text to a stylist friend, a Hail Mary to hopefully get you looking somewhat presentable.

Tasha, massive SOS. I need an outfit to not look like a total clown show next to the President for a lunch thing.

You followed a few steps behind the president, taking a quick look at your watch when you got notified of a reply from your friend, Natasha Romanoff. Is "lunch thing" your way of downplaying "date"? He finally made his move on you after making googly eyes at you all week long?

Her text had you fighting the urge to roll your eyes as you stepped into the briefing room, cameras at the ready and reporters sitting straight and alert, waiting to pounce with their questions once President Loki was situated at his podium.

The hour went on mostly without a hitch, you taking your notes on near everything he'd mentioned in response to the reporters' queries. While your boss was speaking with a few people from Press Relations, your ears perked up at some small talk between two reporters, one of them having a few biting words to say about you.

"I mean at least his last assistant had some sense of fashion. I never thought I'd miss Little Miss looks like she got hired from the red light district, but at least she didn't look like some frumpy ass college student who just rolled out of bed. Honestly she's dragging the whole look down and that's saying so much because Mr President can make anything look hot."

"Except her, apparently," the other reporter shot back in a snippy tone. "Guarantee you he just hired her so that he has less of a distraction in the workplace. She's the kind people look at and they're doing the opposite of mentally undressing her."

"Mentally putting a paper bag over her head," the first reporter capped off with a witchy cackle.

You felt your fury bubbling just under the surface, wanting nothing more than to march over there and give them a piece of your mind for being so catty at someone that they didn't even know. To drag them over their impractical shoes that made their legs wobble if they so much as tried to stand straight or their two sizes too small shirts that had buttons fighting for their life trying to keep their tits covered.

Instead of doing any of that, however, you pulled out your phone to text Tasha. Firstly, no it's not a "date", when are you gonna drop that tin foil hat of yours. And secondly, scratch what I said earlier. You've wanted to give me a makeover since college? Now's your chance, Babes. Gimme the works.

You sidled past the president and his current company, asking one of your closer acquaintances from the staff to accompany him to any impromptu meetings until the lunch meeting later and to inform your boss that you had to attend to a personal matter, but that you would be back before he left for the restaurant.

As the clock kept on ticking closer half past noon, Loki could feel himself getting antsy waiting for your return. He'd noticed how jittery you seemed when you passed him on your way out of the press briefing, and the staff member you'd sent to keep him apprised in your stead gave no satisfactory explanation on what caused you to step out so abruptly.

"Where are you, Y/N…" he grumbled into the empty office, looking on at your desk that he'd moved inside so that calling on you would require less effort. Instead of stepping outside or phoning you, he'd simply have to call your name from wherever he was and you were already there.

And if he was being completely honest with himself, he'd also done it so you would be closer to him and he would see you at all times throughout the day. He found your presence calmed him, the competence you'd more than proven to have over the last few days already easing his day to day.

Just as he was about to reach for his phone and call you to check if you were alright, he heard your voice outside his office, speaking with your reliever in a tone he likened to one that he heard back on Asgard. Whenever Frigga would correct him on any missteps he had throughout his magic lessons.

"I totally get how you can get lost finding the meeting rooms, it's a goddamn maze in here. But if you make any of them lose unnecessary time because of it, not everyone will come at you with understanding. Just make sure that it doesn't happen for next time. I'll draw you up a map for the rooms that are most frequently used. Study it, live it, breathe it. See if someone from security can accompany you while you familiarize yourself with the place, and don't stop until you can navigate the floor with your eyes closed."

"Yes, ma'am," your reliever confirmed, his tone audibly less jittery than when he was speaking with Loki. "Thank you so much, Y/N. Honestly getting you to be in charge of the rest of us might be one of the best things the President ever did. The one before you was so--"

"Harpy?" you finished with a chuckle, the lightness in your tone feeling like a soothing balm to the nerves Loki had had since he saw you exit the White House so hastily earlier this morning. "Remember when I tried to suggest that we should reach out to Greta Thunberg's team?"

He could almost hear the other man shudder from the other side of the door. "Gah, she nearly ripped your throat out that day. Something something not shippable and we need to get 'hot people'. Really lost the plot, that one. Anyways, I'll go work on memorizing that map. Thanks again, Boss."

"Yikes, don't call me that," you shot back, your voice growing closer to the door, prompting Loki to walk back to his desk before you stepped into the office. "That's just for our boss, no one else." Your footsteps sounded different; there was considerably more of a click in each step, and the slightest stumble to them as if you were re-familiarizing yourself with your own legs.

There was a bizarre feeling of the air becoming easier to breathe once he heard the door open. "There you are, darling. I hope your personal matter's been sorted out and you're ready to--" His words halted dead in their tracks once he turned around and got a good look at you, quickly surmising that the 'personal matter' was a complete overhaul of your appearance.

There was an ethereal glow to your face and your hair that had his hands twitching to reach out and touch you, and in place of the slightly oversized sweater and denim you'd worn this morning was a blazer designed to be worn as a dress, set in a shade of green that matched his waistcoat perfectly. To top it all off, the buckle that cinched at your waist as well as the heels that brought your height up by a few inches were set in a gold that matched the horned helmet atop his head.

You looked like the personification of his most far-fetched fantasies whenever he thought of what he wanted in someone that would stand by his side. A confidant. A partner. A lover, even.

Someone radiantly beautiful, brilliant, and completely unafraid to declare themself as his by adorning his colors.

"Too much?" you spoke up, jostling him out of his thoughts. "I-I mean if it is I still have a change of clothes in my bag I can--"

"No, no. It's not too much, little mortal. Not at all." Mentally he was stabbing himself for stumbling over his words so clumsily; he was normally so much more composed than this. "You look…ravishing." Your eyes lit up at his words, betraying the neutral expression you tried to maintain. "Come. We should head to the restaurant."

He offered out his hand to you, confusion plaguing him when the rhythm of his heart stumbled just as his words did once you'd placed your hand in his. He found you such an anomaly, looking at you with utmost curiosity, wondering how someone could simultaneously calm the chaos all around him and yet incite an entirely different type of chaos in his heart. Not to mention his loins.

"You know, darling, had we been in Asgard, your wearing of my colors could be interpreted as a declaration of your allegiance to me," he spoke once you were both situated in the back of the car. You nodded your head slowly, as if ruminating over what he'd just said. He couldn't take his eyes off of you.

"That makes sense," you answered, seeming as if you were thinking aloud. "Seeing as I am your assistant, people should see within seconds that I'm associated with you. The color thing's probably the most tasteful way of doing it rather than a t-shirt with your face printed on it…"

"May I ask you something…a touch more personal, Miss Y/L/N?"

"O-Of course," you stammered, your nodding a touch unsteady, fingers laced together tightly as if you were trying to keep your nerves at bay.

"What made you decide to work for me?"

You blinked rapidly for a moment, seeming to be genuinely taken aback by the question, before composing your answer.

"All the people who held the position before you were horrid…evil men. All they cared about was finessing a kick back. Burying their constituents in debt. You stepped into office and…I was out of debt in less than half a year. My student loans were nowhere to be found. All because you prioritized our right to have an education. Of course I was going to try working on your re-election campaign."

Hearing you talk about his predecessors, describing them the way you did as if they were so starkly different from him, somehow didn't sit right with the god. "But darling, you do know that I, too, am what others would call a…horrid, evil man?"

You shook your head stubbornly, sitting up straighter as if you were about to deliver a lecture. "No. You're not. I've seen evil men. I've worked with them, I've--" The words caught in the back of your throat, making you clear your throat before pushing on. "I've suffered at the hands of evil men."

Your eyes met his, the sincerity in them knocking the air out of his lungs. Had he been up on his feet, he was sure that your next words would have knocked him down on his ass.

"I'm not looking at an evil man."

His next query escaped from his mouth so swiftly, he couldn't have stopped the words even if he wanted to. "Y/N, what prompted all this?" He made a motion from your hair to your feet. "Why the change?" You squirmed in your seat, as if holding the answer in was making you physically uncomfortable. "It's alright, darling, you can tell me."

There was a heaviness in your tone when you answered. Like you were holding back tears from just recounting the events. "This morning…in the briefing room. There were these reporters commenting on how I looked and how it kind of…cheapened the image. Your image. Ruined the aesthetic."

"What is it with these feeble-minded mortals and their absurd fascination about aesthetics?"

"I don't know," you blurted out. "But the thing is, Sir, I don't have to know. The only thing I have to understand is that there are people, voters, who assign a high value to the aesthetic of a candidate. And it won't sit right in my conscience if I have the knowledge that my appearance can jeopardize someone's decision to vote for you, and I do nothing about it. So…I called up a friend of mine and…told her to make me a new person. A pretty one."

You were already beautiful, he thought to himself. It mattered not how you presented yourself.

Before he could suppress the urge, he was reaching over to your side of the backseat, tucking a lock of your hair that fell loose, obstructing his view of your features. "You deserve so much better than this, sweet mortal," he said softly, stroking your cheek with the backs of his fingers, his heart warming when he saw how you leaned into his touch. "You should be working for an honorable man. A decent man."

The next words to come out of your mouth had him just about ready to carve his heart out with his own dagger and serve it to you on a golden platter. "I am."

"Babes, noooooo," Tasha whined from her end of the video call. "Why are you putting your hair up? The whole fit goes better with your hair down."

You mumbled your answer as incoherently as you could, hoping she'd chalk it off to a bad connection as you fiddled with the half of your hair that was put up in a little gold claw clip.

"What was that, Babes? I didn't quite hear you."

Dammit. "Because he told me he likes it when my hair's not blocking my face, okay?" you answered her with an exaggerated sigh. "Now please tell me my makeup meets your standards because I really don't wanna explain that I lost motion in my right arm from blending my eyeshadow."

"Okay first, your makeup's fine. I'm so proud I'm about to quote that little red cartoon dragon. And second, I can't believe you had the audacity to tell me I had a tin foil hat on, I told you the first day you walked into that briefing room with him that that man couldn't stop himself from looking at you and looking like a heart-eyed emoji. Now you're telling me this? Babes, it's time you accept it. The President has it bad for you, and give it eight to ten months, and you're gonna become First Lady Y/N Laufeyson. In fact I'm so sure of it that 'if I'm wrong, I'll dye my hair puke green. Neon, glow in the dark, puke green."

You let out a frustrated sound that echoed throughout your apartment, stepping back from the phone and showing your friend your choice of clothing for the day, just like you had every morning for the last week. Today it was a dress with puff sleeves, a high neckline with a keyhole and ribbon bow detailing, and an a-line skirt. In President Loki's signature shade of green, of course.

"Looks great, Babes. He's gonna love it."

"Doesn't matter if he likes it, Tasha. The viewers just have to not think I'm ruining his look," you grumbled, stepping out of your phone camera's view to change into the dress.

"Mm hmm, keep telling yourself that, Y/N. Have a good day at work. Try not to ride your boss until after office hours, okay?" You waved her off, ending the call and putting your phone on Silent before you headed off to the White House.

When you got to President Loki's office, he was sat at the edge of his table, hands resting on the lux hardwood surface, and legs spread.

The posture put those unfairly sensual muscular thighs on sluttish display, made worse by the way the fabric of his at least one size too tight slacks stretched and strained over his skin. You had to look away before you dared look closer because you could've sworn you also clocked some tenting between his legs.

"Good morning, sweet little mortal," he greeted you, his voice even more gravelly than usual. Your knees nearly buckled from its effect on you, already feeling the familiar pooling between your legs.

"Good morning, Sir," you answered, already feeling flushed, your breathing a bit deeper and causing an uncomfortable pinch from how bra was pinching against your breasts. "You're up early today…"

"I'm still up, darling. I couldn't sleep. Something was…plaguing my mind."

"Oh?"

He gave you a single nod before raising his hand forward, curling his fingers in a motion that had your feet moving of their own accord toward him. Had you not known any better it was like he cast a spell that summoned you to his side.

But you did know better. He didn't need to cast a spell.

"Closer," he breathed when you were standing two feet in front of him, flicking his gaze down at the space between his legs.

Your heart caught in your throat, your pulse thundering in your ears and pounding so hard you could swear you felt it even at the tips of your toes. Regardless, you obeyed, stepping closer until you stood less than a foot away from him.

"I want you to know you're free to tell me if you wish for me to stop." His words came out strained, like it hurt to say them. "I would never hold it against you. If you do not feel the same I can drop it and we can both simply pretend this never happened."

There's no way, you kept on stubbornly repeating to yourself. Even as he placed his sinfully large hands at your sides, bringing you even closer, so close that you could feel his breath warming your face.

Even as he reached up to remove the clip holding your hair up, weaving his fingers into your hair to hold you in place while his eyes roamed your features, constantly returning to stare at your lips.

The stubborn voice in the back of your head only got silenced once he closed the remaining distance between you, soft lips pressing against your own in a kiss so delicate it was like he thought you were made of porcelain and you would crack at even the slightest touch.

"You can stop me if you feel I've overstepped," he whispered, still close enough that the movement of his lips still faintly ghosted over your own. "I just simply couldn't go another day without telling you--"

You felt the slightest thrill up your spine at the surprised sound that caught in the back of his throat, when you cut him off by giving him a fleeting kiss of your own.

You barely registered the heavy sound of his helmet hitting the tabletop before he pulled you closer, one hand tugging lightly at your hair, the other roaming down your body and working its way under your dress. He grasped at your thigh, letting out a sinful moan when you parted your lips for him and your tongues met in a frantic tangle.

"Do you trust me?" he rasped, catching his breath. He let out a sharp exhale, sounding relieved when you simply nodded your head. He wrapped his hand around the inside of your knee, his other arm wrapping around your waist to lift you up to straddle his lap, knees resting on the edge of the tabletop.

The precarious position had you grasping at his shoulders, leaning into him to keep yourself from keeling over.

He splayed his hand across your back, holding you steady. "I have you, sweet girl." He pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth, kissing his way down your neck until you let out a strangled moan once he'd reached a spot between your neck and shoulder.

You had to be dreaming. That was the only explanation for this. You slept in and you were still in your apartment and now you were about to be late for work. Yup, that was it. You tried to dig your nail into your palm, wincing at the sharp pinch you felt but nothing came of it.

"Agh--" Your nail broke skin, a tiny spot of blood blooming on your palm.

"Darling Y/N, what in the Nine are you doing?" He wrapped his hand around your wrist, running his thumb across your palm, seeing the minuscule wound.

"This is a dream," you mumbled, more to yourself. "I have to wake up."

"Little mortal," he cooed, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "You think this a dream?" You whimpered at the smirk he gave you when you nodded. "So you've dreamed of this before? Of my kiss? My touch?"

Ah what the hell I'm dreaming anyway. "I have. Every night."

"Oh my sweet little mortal." He pressed a kiss to your palm, the pinprick wound suddenly nowhere to be found when he pulled away. "I can assure you…if this is a dream, it is one we share. The things I've wanted to do to you. With you. Now that I know you've wanted this, too, there is very little that can stop me from turning those dreams into reality."

He worked his hand back under your dress, between your legs, fingertips teasingly trailing up the inside of your thigh. He let out a staggering breath when he met the fabric of your panties, drenched with your arousal.

When you began to whimper from his fingers tracing along your slit he pulled you in for another kiss, effectively muffling your moans when he began to circle your clit over your panties. You started to roll your hips into his touch in response, your body already aching for more.

"So deliciously eager," he purred, kissing his way to your ear. "But I'll be needing you to stay alert, darling." You let out a little squeak when his hold tightened around your waist, keeping you from grinding your hips and chasing your own pleasure. "Now tell me what will be on my itinerary for today."

The softly growled order had your mind scrambling, thoughts that usually easily stitched together to form whatever answer he needed suddenly becoming disjointed and lost to the recesses of your consciousness. "Wait what?"

"I'm sure you understand my need for those under my employ to be mentally sharp as a tack. Regardless of my desire and affection for you, sweet mortal, you are still among those people." You arched your back, pressing your chest against his when he moved the fabric of your panties aside, sliding a single finger inside you and moving in long, languid strokes. "However now we could perhaps make our little morning discussions a touch more…interesting."

"You have the p-press briefing at eight and--Ohh fuck!" Your grip on his shoulders tightened when he inserted a second finger and curled them upwards, brushing against a spot that had you letting out the most obscene moan that filled his office.

"Such vulgar words from your lucious lips," he panted, stealing another kiss from you, nipping at your bottom lip as he pulled away. "Like watching an angel in the midst of corruption. On her pretty little knees for her god." He brushed against the spot with firmer strokes, making you wetter and turning you into a whimpering mess. "Keep going. What comes after the briefing?"

Your mind was spinning trying to recall. You mentally smacked yourself for struggling to remember when you'd just been committing the schedule to memory on your Uber ride here.

"U-Uhm…You have a pre--a prefatory meeting with Morgan Stark at 9:30 to dis--Fucking hell--To discuss free sustainable e-energy to lower class communities." You kept on frantically combing through your memories of your ride over here to recall the rest of the schedule.

"And what else, sweetheart?" He stilled his fingers while pressed on that same spot, lightly ghosting the pad of his thumb over your clit. "You're already doing so well. Finish it so we may move on to more…pleasurable…activities."

He pressed his lips to the base of your throat, the feel of him sucking lightly on the skin driving you near incoherent. "You--You have a meeting with R & B at three. To fi--" You threw your head back and let out a howling moan, his hand tightening on your back to keep you from falling over. "To finalize the contracts for the Department of Defense. And your security detail."

"Not just my security," he grunted, starting to stroke his fingers again. "Yours, too."

That was enough to break through your pleasure-induced haze by a fraction. "Hold on. What? Sir, I don't need--Ohh!" The rest of your words died with an obscene moan when he started flicking his fingers rapidly inside you.

"You're far too valuable for me to not allocate resources to ensure your safety when I can't protect you myself," he explained, peppering kisses across your collarbone. "Is that all for my day, sweet girl?"

"Y-Yes!" you whined, trying desperately to move your hips for even the tiniest bit more friction. "That's everything."

"Excellent." He moved his hand up to hold you by the back of your neck, letting out a sinful groan when he licked into your mouth. "And you'll be joining me in all of those, won't you?"

"Do you want me to?"

"I always want you with me," he murmured against your slips, letting out a moan of his own when he kissed you again, starting to move his fingers faster and pressing his thumb firmly on your clit. "Now come for me, my sweet mortal. My corrupted little angel. Make a mess on your god's fingers."

Your orgasm overtook you as the god moved his hand to your lower back, guiding your movements as you rode out your high, coating his fingers with your release. Your mind was a haze, the sound of his raspy utterances of your name barely hitting your ears. His chest heaved against yours, lips pressing soft kisses to the side of your face while your breathing evened out.

When he pulled his digits out of you, you let out a whiney groan, already feeling the loss of him. The sight of the god placing his fingers in his mouth, his sinfully dexterous tongue lapping up every drop of your juices from his skin, had you squirming in his lap all over again.

"More already?" he teased, pulling you in for another kiss. You could faintly taste yourself on his tongue. "What a beautifully insatiable little mortal you are. It's as if the Norns had made you just for me." His hands freely roamed your back while he kissed his way down your neck, sucking a bruise onto your collarbone. "I've indulged myself in such fantasies of claiming you on every surface of this office. Of every room in this house. I want to lay you down on my desk without a stitch of clothing on you and get drunk on the taste of you."

You could only respond with a faint whimper, images of what he'd described taking up all the space in the forefront of your mind. "Please…"

"I promise you we'll have all the time to make every single one of those debauched fantasies come to life, sweet girl." He kissed you again, wrapping his arms around you and lifting you off the table, softly chuckling against your lips when you started to pout at your feet hitting the ground. "But I want our first night together somewhere more intimate. A moment that shouldn't be rushed and stolen between meetings, held in secrecy in my office."

He held your chin delicately between his fingers, keeping you from looking away at him. The mere sight of the near fully blacked out eyes shining with sincerity and held back words was enough to have your knees buckling again.

"Later tonight," he continued. "When everyone's day is over, then our night can begin. I'll bring you to my private quarters and there…" He took a deep breath, a brilliant smile stretching across his face, a real one so starkly different from the practiced smirks he gave the public. "There I will make love to you."

He guided you to take a step back from him, your heart fluttering when he placed a soft kiss to your forehead before conjuring a majestic golden mirror into the room with a flick of his wrist. The image of you visibly disheveled, paired with the smeared lipstick marks all over President Loki's face, had you biting your lip trying to hold back a smile of your own.

You held the undone ribbon of your dress between your fingers. "And here I spent a good ten minutes on this trying to look all perfect," you told him playfully, a fit of giggles finally escaping you when he took the straps from your hands and used them to pull you to him once again, capturing your lips in a tender kiss.

"Much as I appreciate the effort and having you look as if you'd gift-wrapped yourself just for me with this lovely little flourish, may I say that it matters not how you dress. You were already perfect the day I first saw you on the campaign floor."

"I was wearing a ratty old sweater from college," you shot back, finding it hard to breathe.

"The color of the sky on a stormy day." He brushed his nose against yours, pressing a soft kiss to the tip. "Turn around. Face the reflection."

When you faced the mirror again, he redid the ribbon exactly as it was when you left your apartment with a wave of his hand, kissing along the side of your face as he put your clip back in your hair.

"There you are, sweetheart," he cooed, nipping at the shell of your ear. "Not a hair out of place." Another wave of his hand and he, too, had returned to his state before you walked into the office. "I'd very much like for you to join me for breakfast."

You answered only with a nod, reaching for his hand.

As he led you down the halls toward the dining room, you sent Tasha a quick text.

About what you said earlier…fingers don't count, right?

A/N: It's finally done! The initial 5 stories goal of Kinktober 2023 are all up and I'm finally going back to writing the series I haphazardly dropped when I decided to write these pieces over a month ago. And I finally have a President Loki story in my little library of works 😳👀

I swear I didn't expect to write such a mega chonker for the first President Loki story but I got all kinds of carried away…so much so that there are scenes that I cut from the final draft that might become drabbles somewhere down the line.

For now though…back to the blorbos of 'one look & they'll know', 'relinquish the crown', 'the final Lady Sharpe', 'let me hear you', 'rules of conduct', 'feels like mine'…and some other not-so-secret projects 😳👀

Ohh…and that bit in the end where he pulls on the ribbons of her dress? This was fully the vibe:

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Kinktober taglist: @azula-karai-27

[hauntedmilkshakeghost]

i am the one ask and i’m telling you to write away to your heart’s content 😂

Hehehehehe thank you. I’ve been thinking about this since last night and it’s purely self indulgent

November Blurbs

“Sit still please, I don’t want to hurt you.” You huff softly, hands holding the razor inches away from Steven’s face.

“Sorry sorry, I’m gonna be still, flower.” Steven can feel himself flushing under your intense gaze, he will never get used to you giving him so much attention.

It was the first Halloween in your new house and you and Steven had decided to go all out for your costumes.

“I hope we actually have trick or treaters.” You hum, razor swiping against his face until he’s left with just a thin pencil mustache.

Steven seems to be spacing out but he’s just looking in the mirror, his brows furrow as you pull the razor away and place it on the sink.

“You don’t like it? I can shave it off and we can just draw it on.” You frown.

“No no no, flower! I think it looks great. Marc is just being a bloody prick.” He holds your face and kisses you softly, “He is making me promise to shave it off tomorrow or he’s taking the body and doing it for me.”

You laugh and kiss his jaw, “Well make sure he knows I only need it for tonight and then he can have his face back. Now go finish getting ready so I can get myself ready.”

He grins and salutes you, “Yes ma’am.”

He hurries out into the bedroom and starts putting on his pinstripe suit, he worried that it was too tight but you had scolded him that he just likes wearing his clothes too big. The suit has definitely grown on him since you told him how good he looked.

He admires himself in the mirror for a moment and ignores Marc’s eye rolls before fascinating the severed hand you had made for him on his shoulder. He couldn’t believe how talented you were when it came to crafting.

“Oh you look great! The mustache really makes the costume.” You squeal as you emerge from the bathroom and Steven’s breath catches in his throat.

“You’re one to talk.” He can’t stop himself from walking towards you and placing his hands on your hips as he looks at you. You’ve got on a long, tight black dress worn a deep v and you’ve got this lovey deep red lipstick on, “I want to kiss you so badly but I don’t want to ruin your makeup.”

You flush and hold his face, “You can’t exactly be Gomez if you aren’t loving on your Morticia.”

He gives you a big dopey, lovesick smile before planting a kiss on your lips and rubbing his thumb across your cheek, “Any excuse to indulge myself in your kisses.”

“Ok lover boy, let’s go get set up, we’ve got candy goblins on the way.” You giggle, taking his hand and leading him out of the bedroom.

The two of you set up a fire pit in the front yard and cozy around the fire, you with your knitting and Steven with the candy bowl. While most kids don’t get the costumes quite a few parents enjoy them and that’s all that matters to you and Steven. That and Steven can plant kisses along your arms any time you reach to snag a piece of candy between groups of children.

And when the kids thin out and the October chill sets in your bones, Steven pulls you into his lap and kisses you softly, “Happy Halloween my love.”

[sunset-bridge]

top 5 Danganronpas?

HEHEHEHEH

ok

number one SHUICHIIIII MY BOY SHUICHI.

number two HAJIME yeah im predictable. i relaate to him (im not ok)

number three kokichi i like the guy ok hes a good villian he fascinates me hes a stupid ass mfer but i love him

number four kaede!! my girllllllllllllllllll. shes so nice and cool and strong

number five keebooooo! robo boy!!

[astrorising]

hi 🥺 dunno if u are answering any ask’s (i apologize if u aren’t at the moment🥺!) but i’m just really curious as to out of the members, who do u think is most likely to want to live together with their s/o after being together for a certain amount of time?

love ur blog ☺️💜

hi bb 🥰 astrology wise?

honestly, all of them at some point. i honestly wouldn’t say they would rush at the opportunity, but there’s definitely certain members that come to mind that would jump faster 😂

would move in sooner:

namjoon!! pls. that man dreams about this shit. scorpio venus and cancer mars?? his fascination with baby items? HELLO DADDY NAMJOON? y’all. let’s not waste anymore of our time with this lowkey dad right here 😂🥲

unless.....

i will squeal like a school girl and her first crush when we find out who he settles down with. trust me, namjoon will be a true gentleman. i just know namjoon will really love that person. thinking about joonie in love got me like 🥰

world wide cutie guy

when jin falls in love, he’s thinking long term (capricorn venus). so when i say he FALLS, he STUMBLES AND CRASHES into love. they will be very mature to handle his lowkey childish self 🤥 not me peeping his mercury square saturn 😶 any who, total gentleman and boy next door type vibes, husband material, true king shit. he would DEFINITELY be more than willing to move in with his bby! are u kidding? let’s not get started on his cancer mars in the 5th house.....

naturally very nurturing. jin will definitely love taking care of everything. he really is the definition of a good man. i will be very happy to see when he settles down. it will make me feel very happy to know he found the one.

love u handsome bby 💜 i don’t post about you often, but just know i’m always thinking of you. 🥰

min yoongi

surprised? i’m not! he’s also very nurturing, but it’s very subtle and non chalant with him. i’ve actually thought about how this would happen 😂 and each time i’ve come to the conclusion is that you juer gradually move in with yoongi. like, it starts out with leaving clothes every where, to filling up his closet too, then literally never going to your apartment again 😂 hmmm..... yep. that’s exactly how i would imagine it would be like. it’s totally not a big deal to him 💁🏻‍♀️ but inside he’s: 💕💖🖤💙❤️🖤🥺👉🏼👈🏼

omg i have to pee so bad and i can’t save this as a draft bc it’s a question i’m sorry i can’t finish but here’s some ✨lifted thoughts✨ i pondered on and lowkey forgetting what the actual question was 🥲

hehehehehe adding onto this!!

[loungelizardatwar]

Even 58-year old time travelling asassins deserve hugs

Here’s another fic with Ticklish!Five because I’m in love with one (1) feral gremlin asassin boy and I want him to be happy. Anyways I hope you enjoy! Also I may not have proofread this well enough because i’m embarrassed so if you see any errors let me know lol

It was times like these when Five really missed Delores. He was drunk as shit on the couch at Elliot’s, clutching the bottle in his small hands with a miserable look on his face. He still couldn’t believe that the fucking world was going to end again because of them.

Five thought about trying to find the department store before, but he found out that the building hadn’t even been built yet. So his lovely Delores didn’t exist in this timeline. He sighed, taking another swig of liquor with a grimace.

Elliot was sitting in a chair nearby, watching the man in a child’s body with a leery yet sympathetic look. He didn’t trust him fully yet but he felt bad seeing him look so miserable. He had no idea what Five had been through so he couldn’t really offer him any help.

Five was lonely, and deep down he really just wanted someone to hug him. But his pride kept him from telling his siblings that. He was a highly trained assassin, not to mention he was 58 years and 14 fucking days old and he figured that murderous old men like him didn’t deserve hugs.

Somewhere in his mind he had hoped that at least one of his siblings would have been happy to see him again. Instead they all blamed him for stranding them even though he was just trying to save their lives. He remembered how Vanya and Allison had hugged, even though Vanya had amnesia and didn’t even remember her. It made his heart ache. He wished that he shared the bond that the rest of them had.

Five slumped against the couch, taking in shaky breaths as he tried to steady himself. He missed his family every single day for those 45 years in the apocalypse and he spent all that time trying to get back to them. Now that he found them again they were all angry because of him. Because I failed them. He took another long sip from the bottle, feeling angry tears prick at his eyes.

“Hey Five, are you okay?” Came a familiar voice.

Shit. It was Klaus. He must have snuck in while Five was lost in his thoughts.

“Yeah, ‘m fine. Why do you even care?” Five sniffed and wiped his eyes, trying to play it off casually.

Five deflated at the concerned look Klaus gave him, and he sighed as Klaus sat next to him on the couch. He could tell that his brother could see right through him.

“Why wouldn’t I care? Tell me what’s going on in that crazy head of yours, old man.” Klaus put a hand on his shoulder and Five tensed up.

“First of all, don’t call me that an’ don’t touch me.” Five slurred slightly, taking another large sip of alcohol. He swatted his brother’s hand away.

“Okay, fiiiiine. You must have had a really shitty day.”

Five scoffed. “You don’t even know the half of it.”

Klaus fixed Five with a look that he couldn’t quite read, and he was curious about what he was about to say.

“I might be able to help you relax, if you’ll trust me.” Klaus said with a twinkle in his eyes. He couldn’t help the little smirk that took over his features.

Maybe it was the alcohol, or the bubble of curiosity Five felt in his belly, or the fact that he really did miss Klaus and his antics. Whatever it was, something made him feel like he could trust Klaus to cheer him up.

“Fine. Do whatever you think will help. But I’m not responsible for your injuries.” Five put the bottle down on the floor next to the couch, crossing his arms and looking at Klaus with a pout.

“That’s all I needed to hear!” Klaus grinned at the sight of his 58 year old brother pouting like the petulant child that he looked like. He started poking at Five’s sides, delighting in the startled squeaks he got.

“H-hey! What the fuck! Dohohon’t do thahahat!” Five hissed, swatting at his brother’s hands. He wasn’t really surprised at that Klaus would choose such a childish method to cheer him up. Five acted like it annoyed him, but deep down he knew that he probably did need to lighten up at least a bit.

“Awww, but Five! You’ll feel better if you let yourself laugh. I’ll stop though, if you really want...” Klaus went to move away, and Five panicked.

“Wait!” Five all but shouted, sounding more desperate than he meant to. He suddenly found himself blushing for the first time in years. He didn’t want to ruin this playful moment with Klaus.

“I mean, it’s okay. I trust you Klaus. You can keep going.” Five sighed and smoothed back his hair, a nervous habit he picked up over the years to self-soothe.

Klaus instantly lit up, not expecting this reaction from Five. He figured that his brother would probably tell him to fuck off and blink away, but he was very intrigued to see him blush for the first time he could remember. It was a cute look on his childish face.

“Oh really?” Klaus cocked his head to one side in fascination. “This is great! Thanks, Fivey!” He grinned and clapped, letting out a giddy giggle,

“Ohohoho shihihihit! Heheheheh!!” Five squeaked, falling into helpless giggles. He curled into himself, making Klaus smile at how child-like he really looked when he laughed. Meanwhile the alcohol was making Five feel weightless and warm, and he had to admit that he already felt a little happier. But he couldn’t stand the delighted way his brother grinned down at him. It made Five want to die of embarrassment and strangle Klaus at the same time.

“Are my eyes and ears deceiving me or are you actually enjoying this~?” Klaus teased, suddenly snatching up one of Five’s hands in his own and using his other to lightly tickle Five’s palm. Klaus knew that it was one of his brother’s death spots.

“Sh-shuhuhuhut up! ’m not- fahahack! Klaus, NOO! HAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEHEHEHEHEASE! NAHAHAHAT THEHEHERE!” Five screamed and cackled, frantically flailing and trying to pull his arm away.

Thanks to Five’s powers, his palms and wrists were incredibly hypersensitive. On a scale from 1 to 10 they were easily a 13, where as his knees were more of an 11. In other words, it tickled so much that Five wanted to crawl right out of his skin.

Klaus laughed, letting go of Five’s hand. He couldn’t believe that a highly trained assassin such as Five could be rendered to begging just from the lightest touches on his hands. Klaus hoped that none of their enemies found this weakness or Five would be screwed. He snorted at the thought.

“I’ll leave your hands alone for now,” Klaus teased with a soft smile. “You feeling okay?”

“Th-thanks.” Five croaked, greedily sucking in air. He was still smiling, his dimples and blushing cheeks on full display. “I’m fine, I just..need a minute.” He closed his eyes, sighing and laying back against the couch.

“Of course, take your time.” Klaus grinned at him, ruffling Five’s hair. Usually Five would roll his eyes and push him away, but when he nuzzled into Klaus’s hand, Klaus realized with a pang of guilt that Five must be touch starved.

But how could he not be? Spending 45 years alone in an post-apocalyptic wasteland with only a mannequin to keep you company didn’t offer much room for happy, cuddly moments. But then, that wasn’t all there was to it, was there?

Klaus was struck so violently by the revelation that he visibly recoiled. Nobody has hugged Five since they were kids. It made Klaus feel sick, to imagine how that must have felt. To know that after all those years apart from his siblings, not a single one of them even missed him enough to give him a hug.

And here they all were again, reunited after they all thought they would never see each other yet again. Five had saved their asses, though he may have separated them in the process and they threw it all back in his face.

“Hey Five?”

“What?”

Five pushed himself up, resting his head on Klaus’s shoulder. He felt content in his tiredness, happy to lean on somebody other than himself for once.

“C’mere.” Klaus opened welcomed arms,

doing all that he physically could to not cry.

Klaus felt so fucking shitty for never giving any thought about what Five had done for them. But he knew that he deserved it and that he needed to be there for his drunk brother. It was the least he could do.

Five lazily opened one eye, giving Klaus a funny look. “Why?”

“Can I give you a hug?”

Five wasn’t sure how to respond, as if he was taken aback by the audacity of the question.

“You want to?” Five tried to hide the way his voice wavered as he asked. He hated feeling vulnerable like this, but his family was the only exception.

“Of course I do. Why wouldn’t I?” Klaus almost couldn’t believe him, but he could understand where Five’s wariness came from.

Five just sighed, looking so utterly sad that Klaus could hardly bear the sight of it. He put his arm around Five’s small shoulders, and he almost couldn’t believe his ears when he heard a sniffle. Then, when Klaus felt Five’s breathing grow shaky he was right. Five was crying.

Klaus had maybe 5 seconds to register that before Five was clinging to him for dear life, crying like he had never heard before. Klaus did all he could do to hold Five, rubbing his back and trying to calm him down but the man in child form was a sobbing mess.

It wasn’t long before Luther came in, seeing the scene unfolding in front of him.

“What’s going on?” He asked, looking concerned and slightly sad on seeing number Five sobbing into Klaus’s chest.

“I-I don’t know! All I did was ask Five if I could give him a hug and now he’s stuck to me like a sad baby koala bear...I just hope he doesn’t try to bite me.” Klaus sighed dramatically, but he didn’t really mind. He hoped that Five could tell.

“Ah, shit.” Luther sighed, awkwardly sitting next to Klaus and Five on the couch. All three of them hoped that the couch wouldn’t break, but it seemed fine despite it’s creaking. “What should we do?”

Klaus shrugged, but he was smiling like he had an idea.

“Five, buddy? Are you in there?” Klaus asked, giving a gentle poke to Five’s side.

Five twitched, still sniffling and clinging to Klaus.

“Leave m’ alone..” He croaked, sighing deeply as he tried to steady his breathing.

“Are you okay?” Both Luther and Klaus asked at the same time, wincing as they realized how they’re both such mother hens. A trait they probably picked up from Grace, bless her circuits.

A few moments passed of Five’s shaky breathing and quiet sobs, until eventually he got his bearings enough to look up at Klaus. His eyes were red and puffy underneath, and his hair was a complete mess but somehow he looked a little better. Klaus was sure that the relief of crying was probably good for Five. It just pained him so much to see it.

“Yeah, i’m okay.” Five finally said, covering his mouth with a hand as he yawned.

Klaus chuckled, and Luther gave Five a fond look. They were both so glad that he was alright.

“I bet you’re exhausted. You can nap on me if you want.” Klaus suggested, adjusting his position so they were both more comfortable on the couch.

Five hummed, considering the idea.

“Here,” Luther said, reaching to grab a small throw blanket. He tossed it over Klaus and Five, smiling a bit as he watched them get comfortable. It sure was a funny sight, seeing the usually grumpy number Five cuddle up to Klaus. But everyone knew that Five had been through the most out of all of them, and he deserved his rest.

[anteaterisland]

lxc!

Oh excellent. My son, my boy, the other king of my heart. 

How I feel about this character: He lives rent-free in my head. The reason he lives rent-free, is because a-Yao lives in my heart and he’s the landlord and Xichen pays rent in sexual favors. This is what they meant when they said: my body is a battleground.

 When i finished the show for the first time I texted my best friend: 

I’ve figured out my favorite. Lan Xichen. I love all the Lans because I relate to their emotional repression and floating around in ghostly white silks, but if i had to pick, lan zhan and lan sizhui are too happy to top the list for my personal favorite. Lan Xichen is brimming with the most desolation, and therefore wins the title. When he evaporated the alcohol he won my heart. The layers of fucking humor in that kill me. (it took a few days to come to terms, as well as reading the book, before I admitted to myself that meng yao was my favorite. Lan Xichen’s a close second though.) 

All the people I ship romantically with this character: uh heheheheh, yeah. Xiyao. Xiyao alone. It makes my brain go brrrrrrrrrr. 

Like: oh boy, right after he’s stabbed in the chest, jgy is understandably miffed about it, and he’s like: I can’t believe you’ve done this, you’re the same as Mingjue after all, you put a sword in me just like he was always trying too, and I never thought you were going to do that ON ACCOUNT OF HOW Every Time Mingjue pulled a sword on me, you pulled yours to defend me, what the fuck, er-ge?

And Xichen’s like, trembling and bloody and teary and is like: I TOLD YOU NOT TO FUCKING MOVE, or I would have no choice but to stab you!!!!!! 

A-Yao: you don’t even know if I moved or not, but if you trusted me more than Huaisang you’d know I didn’t fucking move. you hypocrite

And then he’s like, well im giving you a last chance to atone yourself for me, die with me, its the least you could do. There’s something so genuinely fucked up about his arbitration of the lives that exist around him and whether they will continue or not, but critically, he commands Xichen’s death because Xichen just KILLED HIM. 

And when Xichen agrees, he’s pushed away. Mingjue died in large part because he attempted to kill jgy, and despite Xichen actually succeeding, he doesn’t die, because he was sorry about it.

 He’s so hollow after that, like, it’s legitimately crazy they have an audience for that, it’s crazy that that’s the climax of the whole fifty episode show, i don’t know how anyone can watch the untamed and not come away with a xiyao obsession. 

My non-romantic otp for this character: Lan Xichen/Devestated Seclusion. Sorry if you were hoping for a happier answer but without a-Yao, I think he’s ruined. His whole character hinges on their mutual entanglement. And as a writer, his devastation compels me. Certain events in my personal life put in the mood for writing about grief. I have a seclusion series in the works I may post soon, after gold lotus is done. 

My unpopular opinion for this character: yeah, i don’t have just one of these, but they run along a theme. 

Firstly: I can’t stand Xic//heng. Again, sorry. But I really think they wouldn’t get along at all. Not when Meng Yao is alive, and certainly not after he’s dead. People really think he just happened to be friends with a-Yao like that man wasn’t his whole life’s obsession. Like repression doesn’t make people crazy he just happens to be mild-mannered. 

Secondly: Xichen is not like, a perfect moral paragon who was horribly deceived by that snake jgy’s persona. All those times he was like: I am aware a-Yao murdered people, and I think it was fine because he had a reason and it was a good idea actually. It just doesn’t register for people. He’s always closing his eyes because he ignores the things about the world he doesn’t want to see until he can’t anymore. 

Thirdly: He’s fascinating to think about, not least because there’s nothing in the text that outright removes the possibility for the alternate reading of a Lan Xichen complicit in JGY’s crimes. Obviously, i’m not saying that’s what actually happened, but it’s a compelling exercise. Like, you know what i will never, EVER be over? Wuji sneaking up on guanyin temple at night, peeking over the walls, seeing all the jin soldiers and bein: something’s fucky, and then seeing then all bow as Zewu-jun walks stately through them, sword in hand, not looking remotely like a hostage and then looking at each other going: SOMETHING’S FUCKED! So much fun. That’s also a fic in the works, if i ever manage to finish gold lotus

One thing I wish would happen/had happened with this character in canon: When you think about it, we never got a single scene where Lan Xichen and Meng Yao were alone in a room together. Never once. Always they were constrained in public. And they were so melty with each other, they talked and touched so gently. When they meet, people watching, say goodbye the first time, people watching, never see them hiding in the brothel, mingjue there in qishan, giant doors open with a bunch of death row prisoners, banquet, phoenix mountain crowd hunt, banquet, 100 days invite family discussion, nightless city toast, greeting before banquet, banquet, music lesson, staircase, treasure vault, break-up, temple. Never once alone. 

Oh fucking hell. Listen, being able to rattle off every xiyao scene from the top of my head is a skill im glad to have, but i didn’t like, need to know i had it, you know? 

Anyway. They’re literally never fucking alone with each other and i’d like to see it. They’re both so repressed and polite and they love each other so much, it’s basically all i can think about, how they must have been each other’s sanctuary when they were able to be alone. 

Someone ask me to do Mingjue i’m on a roll

[philipsgaiamemories]

W boys for the askmeme please! And how goes that request you were doing for them?

[HEHEHEHEH Im working on it! 7 pages in~ @narashikari]

Send me a ship and I’ll answer:

* Gives nose/forehead kisses: Shoutaro, 100%, hes a softy and cant resist kissing Philip on the forehead. 

* Gets jealous the most: Oooh, Shoutaro again, the idea of Philip giving anyone else more attention than him drives him wild hahah

* Takes care of on sick days: Both.  Shoutaro would be super fussy about it, making Philip take his meds, getting him soup, and keeping him in bed.  Philip though would go full research mode, and throw all sorts of wild and crazy remedies at Shoutaro until he got better.   

* Drags the other person out into the water on beach day: Philip~! Shoutaro would try to be super cool at the beach, but Philip just wants to experience playing in the water and wont let his aibou stay dry.  

* Brings the other lunch at work: Shoutaro most likely, Philip will forget to feed himself while researching so our Half-boiled Detective has to take care of him haha.

* Tries to start role-playing in bed: Philip, most definitely!  He finds out that role-playing in bed can be pleasurable for their partner, and of course our little nerd was like, ‘INTERESTING LETS TRY’. So one day Philip  decides that he was a customer trying to thank the Detective for his hard work, and well…Shoutaro isnt against role-playing anymore~  

* Embarrassingly drunk dancer: TOUGH. But I think Shoutaro would 100% dance drunk. He would attempt booty pops, and the newest vial dance, but it would look like adorable flailing. UNLESS OF COURSE, hes drunk and alone with Philip, the dancing would take a more lewd touch!

* Firmly believes in couples costumes: Philip!  OK, so anytime they have to go undercover, Philip immediately turns to couple costumes so he is never too far from his aibou! Maid/Butler? Rich guy/butler? Pair of students? Whatever they need to do, bust out of the costumes! 

* Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas:  Both! They set a rule, but when they see the perfect gift neither one could resist the more expensive item! A new set of mystery novels for Shoutaro, and a new boombox for Philip!  

* Makes the other eat breakfast: Shoutaro, if you leave it to Philip every breakfast would be an insane feast based on the boys current obsession. 

* Remembers anniversaries: Both, but Philip remembers every little anniversary, while Shoutaro remembers the big ones.  Philip remembers the day they met, the day they first solved a mystery together, their first xmas, birthdays, the boy is a walking calendar.  

* Brings up having kids first: Neither, Philip is enough of a handful hahaa, and Akiko/Ryu’s kids are enough for them.

* Kills the bugs: neither hahah, Philip finds a way to get them out the door (he finds them fascinating) while Shoutaro wails in the background hahahha 

* First to define them as a couple: When have they not defined themselves as a couple? The moment they met, and became W they were bonded together

* Who hides their guilty pleasures longer: Shoutaro, as a Hard Boiled man, he has to hide his guilty pleasures, but he cant resist his obsession with his favorite anime, Detective Conan~

* Snorts while laughing: Shoutaro! But only when hes like double over laughing so its like super rare, but Philip loves seeing him enjoying himself that much heheh

Plus any other additions you feel like adding!

Ask me about my ships~

[bugsrepellsgant]

OKIE ive been kicking this au around my brain for months so here’s an outline or whatever

WORKING TITLE: toki and pickles travel cross country to california like kermit and fozzie in the muppet movie OR toki and pickles do america

TL;DR toki and pickles are both 17-ish, the year is 199X, theyre hauling ass to socal to audition for SnB, but instead they accidentally get dethklok together and fall in love :-)

pickles has freshly stepped out and couch surfed his way to greenbay, and just managed to scrape together enough cash for a bus ride to minneapolis (going east to go west is counterintuitive and dumb but so is american public transport) BUT THEN

toki’s one-ish year out of home, has scraped together enough money working for runke to apply for a passport but once he gets to the offices oh no!!! he doesn’t have any proof of citizenship! and he’s a minor! aw fuck now he’s gotta stow away on an oil tanker cus staying isnt an option (yes this is paddington now)

he lands in boston harbor, gets far enough inland on foot and by ferry until he reaches GREEN BAY, WI and he’s a day or two of panhandling away from meeting the ticket fee BUT THEN

its friday night which means its fucking college football night which means SHITTY COLLEGE BROS HAVE DESCENDED UPON THE CITY!

pickles gets briefly needled for being short and ginger but u know he Lives hes been getting this kind of shit forever. HOWEVER toki is immediately singled out as a funny lookin, high voiced, gnome hat weirdo with an accent and he’s trying to laugh along ??? ha ha?? but its so Bad and pickles feels Bad but he’s gotta get outta here-

Oh God one of the bros tried to to take toki’s guitar away and toki flipped shit and its a fight now!! he’s outnumbered but our boy pickles intervenes!!! they’re winning? OH GOD SOMEONE CALLED THE FUCKING COPS

escape! safe; breathless in an alley; “hey whats yooooour name???” “toki!” “heheheheh toke-ki >B-)” “?????” “im pickles” “you namesed pickle???? ‘,:-/“ bla bla bla oh u play guitar? i play drums but i like guitar too there’s a band in LA i wanna play for ya wanna come with???

a car is obtained at... some point

and OH BOY DOES HE!

a long series of shenanigans occur! our boys get stopped, turned around, detoured, misdirected, all kinds of classic farce bullshit, later on we make and pick up friends at pitstops! a fellow highschool dropout with a killer voice in kissimmee, the best guitarist youve heard in your life dodging swedish mandatory service in chicago, a dude with the stankiest bassline (and feet) that side of the mississippi in the texas panhandle, a TOTAL buzzkill geek of a harvard freshman on summering at his family villa near denver, a cool headed, smart as hell, fuckin julliard composer in training who produces music FOR FUN visiting her family in downtown phoenix.

oh my GOD what is seth fucking DOING HERE is that lady his GIRLFRIEND is she PREGNANT what the HELL GO HOME IF YOU TELL MOM WHERE WE ARE ILL KILL YOU DEAD

seth’s also hanging out with this other guy who seems...... cool? you think? fun, talented, good at guitar like both our boys, pickles’ kinda guy to be honest? there’s something about him thats hard to trust though.

sharing hotel rooms, sleeping in truck beds, they get curious about each others lives? pickles clocked toki as a weird hick at first blush, and tbh he was right but? he went to highschool with farm kids and knows farm kid-weird from weird-weird and toki’s WEIRD-weird. and sweet. and funny. the polaroid in toki keeps of a man and a woman, the man in a reverend’s hat, makes pickles scared to ask. especially since toki’s been cool enough to mind his own business.

toki’s fascinated by pickles’ bouts of righteous anger. unlike runke, his rage has energy and intent, and the stunt he pulled in green bay was so nice and so COOL! he’s one such real cool guy with a cool leather jacket and cool hair... but Why is he so mad all the time? why does he drink so much, it doesnt even taste good? why does he STEAL drinks when they have no money? what happened to toki’s nice, cool, brand new friend pickle? something like what happened to toki? but? pickles is so Cool and Nice and NORMAL and toki is so Weird and Stupid and Wrong in ways toki’s horrified to let him discover. its better not to ask him, he guesses.

feelings get stronger as all the bad things come to light. crying hugs are had. pickles drops what was going to be bus money on a replacement V for toki and toki drops his panhandling dough on a goldtop for pickles.

WE FINALLY GET TO LA AND......? what the fuck

the glam/hair scene is dead in the water. Snakes n Barrels supernova’ed. no more audition. no more career. shit shit shit.

but all the friends weve made along the way are here for our boys! they’ll just start their OWN BAND!!!! TAMPA! MORDHAUS! DETHKLOK’S A-GO!! everythings comin up milhouse!

our boys are Officially *an item* and they ride into the sunset together, stirrup to stirrup, side by side. big gay kiss. the end :-)

OTHER THINGS THAT HAPPEN:

amber goes into labor during one of seth’s drop in visits and everyone gets emo about family as a concept, pickles and seth gave a heart to heart, no one is too metal for feelings when the baby comes bc life is beautiful

magnus pulls some scary/mean bs but its nothing too awful and theres forgiveness and lessons learnt and stuff.

the duel! but theres THREE GUITARISTS?????!!!!!!!!!! MAYBE FOUR?

toki and pickles will both have religious drama but pickles’ drama is more of a sidenote in his list of Issues (pickles’ family is probably catholic and i was raised catholic and i GOTTA project. i GOTTA)

lgbt themes because IM GAY and THEYRE GAY PRRRRBBBBT

murderface? finds love?? GAY LOVE???

this post is too long g-g-g’byeeeee!

[tickletastic]

Do I Look Pretty?

Title: Do I Look Pretty?

Rating: Implied NSFW

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 987

Fandom:  DC

Ship: Birdflash

Summary: Based on this prompt.

Notes: So I didn't know if this anon wanted feminine Wally or female Wally. If you wanted female Wally hmu with another prompt anon!

There was heat, a lot of heat. Dick could feel his entire body heating up, no doubt in his mind that he was bright red. He searched for the words that he wanted to say, but pathetic stammering is what came out instead. His eyes were wide and blue as ever, and his face held a look of shock and… love?

Wally hadn’t even noticed the younger boy until the stammering grew louder. Words fell out of the ginger’s mouth at speedster pace, and Dick was only able to pick up key words.

Wally realized his error and slowed his speech, blushing profusely. “I-if you don’t like it I c-could change, you know it would only take me a second-d.” Wally shifted slightly as if he was going to run back into the room he had exited, but Dick called out for him to stay.

They stood there in silence for a few moments, Dick stared at Wally as Wally peered down at the floor, embarrassed to catch his lover’s eyes.

“Can you say something, I think I might just die,” Wally said with an awkward chuckle.

“Arătaţi frumos,” Dick whispered as a wide grin broke out across his bright face.

“W-what?” Wally inquired, despite knowing exactly what Dick was saying in the younger boy’s mother tongue.

“You look beautiful, absolutely astonishing.”

The noiret approached his shorter boyfriend, wrapping his arms around him. “Turn around babe.”

Wally promptly spun, now having the ability to see his own reflection in the full-length mirror. He suddenly felt very shy as he examined his outfit fully.

“Well, err… A-are you s-sure?” The green-eyed boy questioned with a sudden inability to peer at himself in the mirror. He caught Dick’s eye in the mirror and felt even more embarrassed as he caught the taller boy licking his lips and looking him up and down.

Wally suddenly grew fascinated with the visibles stitches of his short pink dress while he nervously bit the inside of his cheek. His embarrassment kept him so preoccupied that he hadn't noticed when Dick walked behind him. Warm hands wrapped around his waist as Dick’s lips kissed up and down his neck.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything,” Wally shivered as Dick’s low whisper reached his ear, melting in Dick’s grasp. “You should dress like this more often baby boy.”

Dick was basically growling into Wally’s ear and suddenly the smaller boy was hot for an entirely different reason. Wally was suddenly very conscious of Dick’s problem, so they made their way to the bedroom so Wally could fix the problem.

Upon finishing their… escapades, Waller threw on another sundress, this time it was black with various coloured flowers on it. As they walk out of Dick’s room, Wally walks right into something that feels like a brick wall. He looks up a little to lock eyes with Jason Todd.

“Er.. Hey Jason,” Wally stutters out as the younger boy took in his appearance.  

Jason bursts into laughter, laughing until he notices a disapproving look from Dick. By the time Jason calms down Wally is completely red all over, and Jason realizes his mistake.

“You look, uh, pretty West.” With that, Jason blushed and left.

“You know, in his Robin days he had a really big crush on you?” Dick teased, trying to lighten the mood.

“Go figure,” Wally responded, blushing again.

They decided to just return to Dick’s room to chill and watch some movies, so Wally changed into some short shorts and one of Dick’s shirts and lay on the bed.

“Are you alright baby?” Dick inquired, looking down at the ginger boy in his arms.

“Yeah, surprisingly I’m cool,” Wally responded and nuzzled into the taller boy.

Dick leaned down to kiss the ginger hair, “You’re so cute, who knew you’d look so amazing in a dress.” Wally laughed in response, uncurling from around the boy and putting his hands on the blue-eyed boy’s chest.

“Maybe I’m cute, but not as cute as you, I mean listen to that laugh,” Wally teased as Dick briefly looked confused.

Wally’s hands found their way to Dick’s hips quickly. “Dohohohohon’t!”

Dick tried to buck and bat the older boy off, but he was at a ticklish loss. The older boy was only half an inch or so shorter than the blue-eyed boy, and of course he was a lot faster.  Wally prided himself in his ability to tear Dick apart with tickles no matter how old the two were.

Wally let his hands roam the toned abs beneath his finger. Dick giggled as his face scrunched up. Wally’s hands were slow and methodical as they traced every line and grove of Dick’s abdomen.

“Hehehehehe Wahahahalls stahahahap! Stahahap ihihihihit! NohohohoHOHOHOHO AHAHAHAHAHA,” Dick’s laughter rose as Wally dipped a nimble finger into his belly button. Dick bucked inwards, making the sensation infinitely worse.

Wally’s fingers skitted up and down Dick’s sensitive sides and laughed at the various reactions he received. His fingers found their way into the hollows of Dick’s armpits and the younger boy’s bucking increased as his pleads grew more desperate.

“WAHAHAHAHALLY NOHOHO! BEHEHE NIHIHICE,” Dick chuckled.

“You know what? I’ll stop in a sec babe, just one more thing.”  Wally’s lips made contact with the soft skin of Dick’s hipbones. The younger boy sucked in as much breath as he could in an attempt to escape the torture.

“No no no Wally don’t please baby boy,” Dick softly giggled in anticipation. A few silent moments passed, and Dick could feel his nerves tingling as he waited for the inevitable feeling that would be Wally vibrating lips on his hip.

The feeling quickly arrived and Dick was thrown into loud, bubbly laughter while tears streamed down his face. “WAHAHAHAHALLY NOHOHOHOHO! STAHAHAHAP NOHOHOHOHOW!”

After a few minutes of continuous torture, Wally ceased, laying down next to his boyfriend again.

“So, Netflix?” He said cheerfully.

“I hate you.”

[im-sexy-and-im-mystictrash]

RFA+V+Unknown+ Vanderwood+Ray MC wit big ol' titties 

Come on the title speaks for itself, also...

(.)(.)

Cause I'm mature :P

Nsfw???? sex is mention so i guess it’s nsfw? you’re the judge of that

Yoosung

>////<

He hasn’t known many women with big badonkadonks

so all the times on the chatroom he never once thought about it

Now when you came to the party

and he walked up to you

And you turned to him

...

...

Even with one eye he could tell you were blessed

Tried his very best to not look down

he was a shy lamb okay?

But you just knew and you were having one hell of a time

“Oh my~ I seemed to have spilled some water on my chest, mind helping me Yoosung?”

Boy almost fainted

As time went by it was easier

and he was even more bolder

If you allowed him he would gladly just hug you

shoving his head in your bust

at any time

lunch

dinner

when he’s horny and ya’ll gettin down

when he’s happy

your chest was THEE BEST pillow ever

“Mmm my pillow~”

Zen

Oh my

when you went to his apartment to help him heal

it was the first thing he saw

you stood in the doorway of his place

and your boobs

were just staring at him

in his face

“C-Come In MC”

hehehehehe

You knew

you were planning on seeing the beast tonight~

You did every trick in the book

and he exclaimed he was a gentleman

“MC I don’t want you to see this beast this early in the relationship”

“But I want to be friends with it”

...

“No please don’t”

“I know what you’re doing!”

“Oh? Than let me do it~”

...

...

Oh would you look at that

your bra was on the other side of the room

Totally attacks your breasts first during fun time

after that it was like second nature to touch your boobs

“Good bye MC, I’ll see you and your chest later”

Jaehee

“Okay”

Baehee got a nice big set of fun bags too

So she didn’t really care

Saw them in person and like

“Finally, someone who gets me”

she would be pretty happy that she knew someone else that had her struggles

“Let’s go bra shopping MC!”

seriously got nothing to say about this one

you two would love seeing both yo tits bounce around while you’re getting it on

Jumin

Cool

I can’t stress enough how much the gang doesn’t care what your body looks like because they’ll love you no matter what

He’ll acknowledge them

“You have a very nice figure dear”

and the party he noticed how others looked at your body

and he didn’t like it

“How dare you look at my MC”

He’s fascinated how you can deal with them on a day to day basis

if you tell him your back hurts from them having to hold up your girls

“I will massage your back myself”

Doesn’t want anyone else to be near your chest in any way

He gets pretty excited when you ask him to play with them

does not hold back in any way

“You asked and you shall receive my love”

Seven/saeyoung

hehehehe

He saw them through the CCTV

and he was super embarrassed

but

“New toys~”

He was pretty happy about them

he thought of them as their own person

“Tit 1 is a bit bigger then tit 2″

“Good night tit 1″

“Oh i didn’t forget you tit 2″

Gives them kisses

Loves to squeeze them from behind

hearing your yelps from touching them?

makes him laugh

hears your moans from touching them?

...

...

bow chicka wow wow

enjoys that he can make you squirm from playing with them

He likes to watch them bounce

“MC! lets do some jumping jacks!”

V

You do?

would love you either way

You two meet when his eyes are pretty bad

so he can’t see them very well

kinda funny how he finds out about your balloons

reaches over to grab an apple for breakfast

accidentally grabs big squishy thing

“I don’t remember apples being this big, or squishy”

gives it a few squeezes

you let out like a low moan

...

...

“MC?”

“Yes?”

“Your breasts are nothing like apples”

He’s pretty embarrassed for touching them

and you’re like

“I like it when you do~”

...

immediately touches again

Is gentle with them unless you ask him to by more ruff

if you do want

he will not hold back

Unknown/Saeran

Whatever

he’s not too attached to the bags attached to your chest

when he picked you as a victim to the game

didn’t really pay attention to ya titties

but he would be confused why he feels the need to look at them a lot

and why he wants to touch them

“Wanna touch em?”

...

“I mean...I guess...if that’s what YOU want”

now he can’t go a day without touchin them

“Baby are you having a bad day? here, get yo fix”

*pulls out boob*

“I mean...I guess...if that’s what YOU want”

total tsundere about it

He would be too embarrassed to ask

but

when he’s horny?

R.I.P your boobs

Vanderwood

He knows how to appreciate them

He would enjoy them

looks at them from time to time

when he saw you for the first time in the CCTV

“shes got a nice rack”

He’s not afraid to point it out

or to compliment them

“Your breasts look even better in person”

actually kinda possessive of them

if someone even looks at your boobs?

“Hey fuck face those are my boobs back off”

I think he’s more an ass guy while you two do your love makin

but still likes to bite yo nipples~

Ray

More to love

He was so in love with you that 

you could be a 67 year old with tits that touched the ground and he wouldn’t care

if you wanted him to notice them

then he would

And if you didn’t want him to notice thing one and thing two?

what boobs?

I guess when you two get down and do the nasty then he wouldn’t mind touching them a lil

but again

doesn’t care

He lurvs you~

Master list of my headcanons