#i am constantly ready to just lose my fucking shit and start biting and clawing people

[zincbot]

need somebody to try something so i can freak the fuck out on them

[imagine-loki]

Country Entertainment

TITLE: Country Entertainment

  CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 1 / ?

  AUTHOR: brightsun-and-darkmidnight

  ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki wooing you at an amusement part in the game area

  RATING:  Teen …? I think..?

  NOTES/WARNINGS: Maybe bad flirting? I am trying to make it fluffy

  My Ao3: brightsun_and_darkmidnight

  *FINALLY..Read the warnings. Once you agree you can handle it…

   ~ ~ ENJOY  ~ ~

Loki felt the gentle hand of his mother on his shoulder.

  Frigga smiled once Loki took his eyes off of the huge pig.

  “Let’s go see the events in the arena.”

  Loki nodded as the auctioneer started taking bids. Odin threw his hand up for the bid. 

  A few steps away and Thor caught up with Loki and Frigga.

  Thor gently hugged Frigga, “my friends are here. We were going to enjoy rides and play the games.”

  Frigga gave Thor a knowing look before speaking, “have fun and make sure you eat something.” Frigga pointed a finger at Thor, “make sure your FRIENDS eat too.”

  Thor smiled sheepishly. “Yes mother. Enjoy the show, it is barrel racing now right?”

  “It is. Now behave." 

  Frigga took Loki’s elbow and guided him to the entrance after Thor assured her the things she demanded would be honored. Frigga and Loki watched the riders but Frigga quickly had a favorite.

  Frigga tapped Loki’s arm as she exclaimed. "Look at her! Wow!”

  Loki smiled at his mother’s enthusiasm

  “She has excellent position on her horse, you can tell how much she trained! She has to be first place!”

  Loki looked at the score and the girl was .63 seconds away from the winner.

  “That’s a load of shit. She was the best!" 

  Loki’s eyes widened, "mother." 

  "Sorry dear. Well. I better get back to your father. You go have fun.”

  Loki nodded and went in search for Hela or Thor.

  Seeing Hela at a ring toss game he went over.

  Hela was talking to the worker and the woman smiled, making Hela turn. Hela went back to talking to the worker. Loki didn’t feel too wanted but sometimes Hela is better company than Thor at fairs. Thor and his friends always tried to hook up with whoever they could. Their flirting was absolutely terrible.

  Hela shook the woman’s hand, “bet you another 50 dollars.”

  “You’re on!”

  Hela turned to Loki, “dad get anything good to eat?”

  Loki shrugged, “mother and I watched barrel racing.”

  Loki watched the women exchange looks.

  Hela gave the woman money and a bucket of rings were placed in front of Loki. He rose an eyebrow and was about to ask a question.

  “You are gonna need to practice. Get all of those knives for me.”

  Loki quickly caught onto the game. The rings were meant to go around the knives in the center of the stand, but to make things a little more difficult the podiums spun so the knives were constantly moving. With a few practice throws Loki got the hang of it.

  The woman working the stand put the 5th knife on a pile. “He is really good.”

  Hela’s smile was heard in her voice as Loki got another knife. “You are gonna owe me that 50 dollars!”

  The woman huffed when Loki pointed to another knife with a ring around it. 

  “The freaking bucket cost 20 dollars, and he is gonna take all the knives!”

  Hela smirked. “Maybe you should have bet lower.”

  “I didn’t know your brother is really good at throwing stuff!”

  Movement caught Loki’s attention when someone moved fast to jump over the stand.

  It was a girl with tangled hair pushed back away from her face. She had a tight dark green tank top with a flannel around her waist. With tight jeans and dirty boots. The odd thing about her is she was wearing a bow around her neck.

  The girl wrapped her arms around the worker. “Hey big sis!”

  The worker wrapped an arm around the girl then stated, “Maggi. Fix your hair." 

  Maggie gave her sister a cocky smile. "I did. You know its because of the spoiled princess" 

  Hela laughed, "Comeon Sam, your sister is a sass master.”

  Maggie’s sister, Sam groaned. “Fuck off." 

  Maggie smiled, "life would be so dull without me.”

  Loki smiled and went back to playing the game… that he might have briefly forgotten.

  Sam asked nudging her, “What place babyswiss?”

  She gestured towards the bow around her neck, “Second. .63 seconds.”

  Loki got another knife added to the pile.

  Loki glanced at the girl and the clothes were the same as Frigga’s favorite rider.

  Hella held out a hand to the woman who slaps $50 in her hand.

  The sister explained to Maggie’s questionable face. “Hella said you would be under a minute.”

  Maggie drawled, “How nice to believe in me…”

  The sister defended herself as she set a new knife in Loki’s pile, “Listen we knew you would lose because that spoiled bitch would get rid of the horse.”

  Maggie shrugged her shoulders, “Now if someone beat her time before I had to go…”

  Sam talked again. “You’d be able to buy a new vehicle with your winnings.”

  Another knife added to Loki’s collection.

  Sam grumbled, “And buy my new supply of knives.”

  Hela laughed.

  Maggie exclaimed, “my jeep runs great. Just got a few things that need upgraded. I dont need something fast.”

  A squeaky voice made Loki want to cringe.

  “My truck would beat your shit jeep anyday. I would beat you at anything anyway.”

  A few laughs were heard but Loki kept his eyes on the game.

  Maggie leaned on the counter with a smile, “How about we ride something between our legs Princess?”

  The supposed princess laughed. “Right and what do you have in mind?”

  Maggie winked, “Your boyfriend seems ready." 

  Hela turned, both her and Sam laughed.

  Maggie laughed as well, "just kidding but I’m not kidding when I say you guys need to work on blood circulation above the shoulders. You might not use your brain often but it’s kinda important..”

  Loki sees the Maggie smirk and the princess one looks confused until she looks at her boyfriend’s crotch.

  A few laughed at the huff from the girl.

  Maggie continued with a dramatic eye roll, “I mean something with intelligence. A HORSE.”

  The cringeworthy voice held a cocky tone. “I won first place, what makes you think you can win?”

  Maggie shrugged standing up tall. “You said any condition anyway you could beat me. I want to get another shot at proving you wrong.”

  The girl laughed briefly. “Whatever. Cover that huge forehead of yours… is an hour too short of time to be presentable?”

  Maggie was running her fingers through her tangled hair. “Can I borrow a brush? No? Okay, I figured you always have your entire beauty necessities with you.” Maggie was working on forcing a knot to come undone. “Don’t wait up for me, I’m sure you are going to need the whole time actually learning how to gear your horse.”

  The other girl walked away with an eye roll and dramatic stomp.

  Hella laughed. “Well. I’m looking forward to this.”

  Sam cheered, “record it!”

  Maggie leaned her hip against the counter, “yeah let me know her reaction when I don’t show up.” She winced as she undid the knot in her hair by pulling it.

  Loki got another new knife set down in his pile.

  Hela patted Loki’s shoulder. “Just a couple more Loki. Good job.”

  Maggie exclaimed, “Is he getting all the knives?!”

  Hela smiled, “yep. I got 50 dollars saying, my brother, Loki, is going to get me one of every knife. With only one bucket of rings.”

  Maggie’s smile faltered a bit when Loki looked right at her.

  He shrugged. “My sister likes knives.”

  Sam huffed in annoyance, “and he is really good at this game.”

  Loki seen familiar blonde hair and went back to tossing the rings.

  Fandral leaned onto the counter making Maggie eye him oddly.

  Fandral winked. “You are a beautiful woman and I would love to see where those tan lines end..”

  Maggie’s face fell to a stoic expression. “Maybe they don’t.”

  Hela rolled her eyes and Sam glared at Fandral.

  Fandral continued not getting that he was unwanted. “I would love to take you on the Farris wheel. See the fair’s lights and how the moonlight makes your eyes shine.”

  Maggie rolled her eyes. “I don’t like heights.”

  “I could hold you and keep you safe in my arms.”

  “Strong arms are not going to help anyone from a fall like that.”

  “Ah yes. A graceful angel Falling hard for a man like me. It must have hurt.”

  “Actually to get here, I clawed my way up.”

  Fandral laughed, “all the better.”

  “Maybe you could kiss my hand better after sporting a black eye for the next victim of poor flirtation.” Maggie gave Fandral a sweet smile.

  “Surely a woman like you can be wooed.”

  “Get a ring around the blade of my favorite knife. You get as many chances as one bucket can hold.”

  Fandral sees Loki’s pile of knives, “well then do me a favor my REALLY good friend and help me.”

  Maggie crossed her arms and leaned back against the stand “If he does it, he gets the date. You are on your own.”

  Loki looked in his bucket and had 14 rings left and had 5 more knives to get. 

  Hela patted Loki’s shoulder. “Get her FAVORITE knife. You need a date.”

  Loki rolled his eyes. “I didn’t know there was more to this game than winning knives.” Loki threw a ring and got it around a butterfly knife.

  Hela took it from the pile and started doing tricks with it.

  Marigold got a knife out of her back pocket and was talking with Hela about tricks.

  Loki had 2 more knives to get but only 5 rings.

  Fandral was only able to get 3 knives in his haste and earned the laughs of Thor.

  Sif offers Fandral a fry and says, “Pitty offering”

  Fandral takes it and bites it with a high head as they all walk away.

  Maggie groaned. “Yep totally not my type." 

  Maggie held her knife still and Loki wondered if that was part of the trick. Loki had one more ring and he already knew he was not going to get the two knives left. He took a chance and threw the ring at the knife in Maggie’s hand.

  She looks down at her hand and back up at him.

  The sister laughed. "Well then… she’s speechless for once.”

  Maggie was quickly back to her social ways. “Shut up Sam.”

  Hella smirks and pats Loki on the back-“Looks like you have to go on a date with my little brother.”

[riotwritesthings]

Kinktober 2019 Day 31!!

Any combination of previous prompts! (Temperature Play | Size Difference | Biting | Begging)

WinterIron, E, 2.6k, Monster sex..? |  AO3

This one is for @paranormalmoonlight5 and @gallifreyanz, who requested a follow up to day 22! If you haven’t read that one yet... uh... Bucky is cursed into a half-yeti monster. He’s cold and he has a giant dick. That’s it that’s the plot.

Holy shit y’all, I fuckin’ did it!! 31 days, 31 prompts!! Thank you so much to anyone who read and enjoyed these, you’ve kept me motivated like you wouldn’t even know and I just- my heart is so full, you guys. Thank you.

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They both stare at Bucky’s clawed hand for a long couple of seconds. If they weren't both already naked and ready to go, Tony would probably laugh at the obvious pout an Bucky’s face, because the fangs and giant horns really kind of run the effect.

"Yeah, I'm thinking maybe I do this part myself,” Tony says, and does not hand over the bottle of lube. He shifts his weight, thighs already burning a little as he straddles Bucky’s hips and oh, he is going to ache in all the best ways when this is over.

Bucky makes a disappointed grumbling sound and shifts to press his huge hand to Tony’s chest instead, fingers spread wide. Tony gasps a little as those wicked claws come to rest so gently against his skin, Bucky’s cool fingers brushing over his nipples and making them perk up. The hot flush of arousal that shoots through Tony is an amazing contrast to Bucky's chilled skin against his chest and between his thighs, and it leaves Tony a little breathless.

Bucky’s other hand stays clenches in the sheets, because while most of Bucky is just a little colder than normal, the metal arm is ice cold. Bucky insists it doesn’t bother him, in that grumbly, single-syllable way, so mostly Tony has just counted it as part of the curse and tried not to worry about it. But he has plans for the night which will be kind of ruined if his dick shrivels up from the cold, so Bucky is just going to have to keep his extra freezing bits to himself as long as possible.

“Okay,” Tony says, hand only shaking a little as he squints some lube onto his fingers. When he reaches around behind himself his hand brushes against Bucky’s cock, cool to the touch but already fully hard and twitching at even that fleeting contact. Tony’s stomach swoops, because he’s going to have that, he is, god he wants it so badly. Impatient, Tony shoves two fingers into himself, letting out a soft groan as he immediately starts working himself open and the fire in his veins burns hotter.

Bucky makes a sound of his own as his hand slides around Tony’s side to spread huge across his lower back, equal parts hungry and concerned. “Slow,” he growls out even as his glowing eyes drag down from Tony’s face, over his flushed chest and past his full, heavy cock to where Tony’s fingers are disappearing into his own body.

“Forget slow,” Tony says breathlessly, gasping and bracing his free hand against Bucky’s chest as he shoves his fingers in hard. "Fuck- I have been thinking about this for days, okay, and if this dumb curse wears off before- god- before I get to split myself open on your massive cock, then I am going to be pissed.”

Bucky growls again, fingers pressing a little harder into Tony’s skin as he arches up. Tony moans when the motion shoves his fingers in deeper, Bucky’s cock pressing against his wrist again. “Tony,” he rumbles, voice extra low and growly, though Tony’s not sure if Bucky is trying to argue or egg him on.

Tony just grins, choosing to believe it’s the second option, and slides in a third finger. “So- fuck, so much more fun with you do this part,” Tony says with a soft laugh, rolling his hips back against his hand a little as he starts working up a rhythm again.

Bucky whines softly in agreement, his one hand moving restlessly over Tony’s back, to his hip, to his thigh, while the other clenches tightly in the blankets. His gaze is nearly heavy enough to feel, constantly shifting like he’s determined to catch every single one of Tony’s reactions, like he's filing them all away.

Once Tony is easily thrusting three fingers in and out of himself, moaning and grinding his cock agains the cool, firm muscle of Bucky’s stomach, he gasps out “okay, okay that’s- plenty. That’s good.” He moves to withdraw his fingers but is stopped by Bucky’s hand tightening on his hip and pulling him down, trapping Tonys hand between them and thrusting Tony’s fingers back in hard.

“No,” Bucky growls, eyes glowing brighter for a moment, “more.” He rolls his hips up again and Tony groans helplessly as the head of Bucky’s cock nudges against his back, huge and terrifying and mouthwatering.

“Yep,” Tony gasps, can’t stop himself from rocking back again, chasing even that little bit of contact, his head spinning as the heated knot in his stomach twists tighter. “Yeah, more, that’s- probably a good idea. Holy shit you’re fucking huge.”

Tony whines as he works in a fourth finger, his back arching sharply. Once he’s got all for fingers in up to the knuckle Tony is a little surprised to find that he’s collapsed down against Bucky’s chest, Bucky skin a cool relief against his own as Tony whimpers, alternating between arching up onto his own fingers and grinding down against Bucky’s stomach.

“Tony,” Bucky groans back, big clawed hand dragging down Tony’s back and coming to stop on his ass with a rough squeeze, holding him open and making it easier for Tony to fuck himself open with his fingers . “Tony,” he says again, caught somewhere between a demand and a plea.

“Yeah,” Tony says with a weak moan. The ache is a little harder to ignore now, and he's shaking as he starts twisting his fingers as much as he can, desperately trying to loosen himself up. His cock is leaking freely across Bucky's stomach at this point and if the don't hurry up they're not even going to make it to Tony's plans, he's going to come just like this, writhing on his own fingers and panting raggedly against Bucky's chest.

When he feels his orgasm start creeping up Tony forces himself to stop, stops grinding against Bucky's stomach and finally withdraws his fingers with a soft whine. "Okay, okay thats enough," Tony says like he can make it true through force of will, because if he doesn't get Bucky’s cock in him soon he might actually die.

He pushes himself upright and promptly loses his breath all over again at the openly hungry look on Bucky's face, like he's about thirty seconds away from eating Tony alive in the best possible way. Tony's hands are definitely shaking now as he reaches for the lube again, pouring a more then generous amount into his palm and then reaching back.

"Holy shit," Tony says again as he wraps his hand around Bucky's cock and he's once again reminded just how massive it is, his own cock throbbing as his stomach clenches in some crazy combination of fear and lust. "Fuck, I'm gonna feel you for the rest of my life," Tony mutters and he can barely hear himself over the sound of his pulse racing in his ears.

Apparently Bucky hears him just fine through, because he lets out a loud growl and his hips jerk up so hard that Tony has to clamp his thighs around Bucky’s sides to stay seated. With another impatient growl Bucky's clawed hand comes up to bat Tony's own of the way, taking over slicking himself up at what he apparently deems a much more appropriate speed. Which is probably fair, Bucky had only been able to watch as Tony worked himself open, grinding shamelessly against him the entire time, and Bucky is probably desperate for some relief.

With that in mind Tony doesn't waste any more time lifting himself up and within seconds Bucky is pressing the head of his cock to Tony's hole, huge and leaking icy cold pecome and Tony can't contain a shaking moon. Instantly he's rocking his hips down and back to meet the pressure, and even as loose as he is Bucky’s cock just slides and teases against him, making them both shake and moan. Bucky whines, high and desperate and pleading, and Tony gasps out "I'm trying, fuck, I'm-you're so- oh, ohh fuck."

Tony’s entire body jolts when the head of Bucky’s cock finally presses inside him, spreads him open, and for a second he can’t breathe. It's so much, it's right on the edge of being too much and yeah, it hurts more than just a little, but its not too bad, and Tony is having a hard time focusing on anything but Bucky’s face. His eyes have gone wide, glowing bright enough to rival the reactor in Tony's chest and his mouth is hanging open on a silent cry.

As Tony watches, Bucky’s eyes squeeze closed and his metal hand snaps up to slap at his forehead before closing into a fist, tugging his own hair. His eyes squint open again as his other hand paws desperately at Tony's side and he groans out “warm.” His hips jerk a little, and Tony gasps as Bucky’s cock slips a little deeper before he catches himself, his entire body shaking beneath Tony. "Warm," he gasps out again.

And isn't that an interesting thought. Tony had only been considering how much colder Buck is now, hadn't even thought of how much warmer he must feel to Bucky. "Good?" Tony asks, because he can't actually tell from Bucky’s face, and it might be too much.

Bucky's jaw is clenched like he's in pain, fangs flashing even in the low light, but he nods fervently. His metal fingers are still tangled in his hair near the base of one horn, eyes closed and chest heaving and the most gorgeous goddamn thing Tony has ever seen.

Despite all of that Tony has to take a couple deep breaths before he can convince his body to start moving, sliding down Bucky’s cock one amazing, agonizing inch at a time. By the time his ass is firmly settled down on Bucky’s hips again Tony's arms are shaking where they're braced against Bucky’s chest and he can't ever properly appreciate the chill of Bucky’s skin, too busy feeling like if he makes one wrong move he'll split open at every seam. He's not even aware his eyes are closed until they snap open again at the feeling of Bucky’s cool thumb brushing over his cheek.

“Tony," Bucky says, voice so rough it's barely a word anymore, and his expression is more concerned than anything at this point, even if he is still shaking with the effort of holding himself still. "Good?"

“I'm good," Tony promises, “I just need a second, I just-oh god I can feel every inch of you." The more he adjusts to feeling so god damn full, the more aware he becomes of the chill of Bucky’s skin, and the contrast means Tony can easily feel everywhere they’re pressed together, every individual nerve ending that Bucky’s cock presses against as it holds him open. “Fuck, can you feel that too, honey? Feel how fucking deep you are?”

"Please," Bucky whines, hand sliding down Tony's chest to his hip again, dragging in huge, ragged breaths that rock Tony in his lap, “please.”

Tony can’t turn down a request like that, so he locks his elbows, uses his still shaking arms to push himself up a couple inches before dropping back down with a loud groan. Bucky full on snarls, deep and vicious and that probably shouldn’t make Tony’s pulse jump, shouldn’t make his cock twitch, but it does, just like Bucky’s hand tightening on his hip until his claws press against Tony’s skin shouldn’t make him moan again. It does tough, Tony is moaning and shaking in Bucky’s grip and before he knows it he’s working himself desperately on Bucky’s cock, nearly screaming every time he slams back down and the head of Bucky’s cock drags over his prostate again.

“Bucky, I- fuck I can feel you leaking inside me,” Tony whimpers, switches to just rolling his hips down against Bucky’s when his arms and legs threaten to give out on him, just shifting and grinding Bucky’s fat cock inside him, too focused on the fact that he can feel every icy spurt of precome. “Oh- god, fuck I want to feel you come, want to feel all of it, please-“

Bucky surges upright and his arm slides around Tony’s waist tightly, holding him secure as Bucky shifts to get his knees under him and then using just that grip to start fucking Tony up and down on his cock in long, smooth strokes that have the head of his cock teasing at Tony’s stretched rim with every slide up. He swallows all of Tony’s moans and shrieks in a sloppy, toothy kiss that steals what little brain power Tony had left, leaves him scrabbling uselessly at Bucky’s shoulders and tugging at his hair. “Close,” Bucky growls when he pulls away from the kiss, moving to place a line of sharp bites down Tony’s throat.

Tony’s not sure if that was meant as a question or a statement, but he gasps out “yes, yes- fuck- ohh harder, harder please I- Ah!” He cuts off in a full on scream as Bucky gives him harder, thrusts up into him hard enough that it punches a soft hurt noise out of Tony’s chest, bites down on his shoulder hard enough that it has to draw blood, and then just keeps doing it as Tony starts clenching down around him, entire body shaking.

Bucky lets out a low, rumbling sound that might have been intended as a word, and then all Tony can do is toss his head back and gasp as Bucky comes inside him. Tony was right, it’s so much different like this, he can feel the icy chill of Bucky’s come spreading inside him, filling him up until there’s no more space, all he can feel is Bucky. Tony comes silently, to breathless and overwhelmed to even make a sound, writhing against Bucky as everything in his body clenches up hard, making Bucky feels that much more huge inside him.

Tony finally lets out a quiet groan as Bucky lowers him carefully to the bed, pressing soft kisses to his sluggishly bleeding shoulder. Bucky pulling out of him is an all new experience, drags a moan out of Tony as each wonderful inch slides out of him and leaves freezing cold come leaking down his crack to no doubt make a mess of the bed.

“Wow,” Tony chokes out, “that was- wow.” Slowly, he becomes aware that he’s moved from ‘shaking’ to ‘shivering’, and when Bucky finally leans back Tony can see that his chest is heaving like he’s just run a marathon. Or in Bucky’s case, maybe ten marathons.

“Wow,” Bucky repeats with a small grin, and Tony’s stomach flips again at the blood between his teeth. He carefully pushes Tony’s hair off his forehead, smile dimming a little as he says “cold.”

“Yeah, that’s what happens when you fuck a yeti,” Tony says, and laughs when Bucky rolls his eyes with a huff. “You’re looking a little flushed yourself there, big guy. Which, I have no idea, but I can’t imagine is good for a yeti- man.”

Bucky mouths something like looks like ‘yeti-man’ with another mocking roll of his eyes and Tony laughs again. It’s possible he’s a little slap happy, now that the adrenaline is wearing off. He’s also shivering a lot harder, and Bucky is startling to look concerned again.

“Here’s what I’m thinking,” Tony says, then has to stop and clear his throat because wow his voice is rough, “we take a lukewarm bath. Neither of us will enjoy it, but it should get both of us closer to our normal temperatures.” Bucky gives him a skeptical look and Tony shrugs, pointing out “it’s that or separate baths.”

Bucky considers that for a moment, then huffs angrily and scoops Tony up easily in one arm, making for the bathroom while Tony laughs again.

[beebeyjuice]

Beezleboss (Beetlejuice*x Neutral!Reader x OC) NSFW-ish

I have to complete anessaya dn I’m over here awake, listening to Tenacious D so just take it okay? just take it and...cuddle with it. It needs to be cuddled with.

*I may add the rock!BJ AU and Devil!BJ tag because...it’s fucking Tenacious D what other excuse do I have???

Warnings: Mentions of R*pe, drugs, with a little dark humour* (read after the ellipses)

Update: It is 4 am...I started at 1 am. I liked this story very much :D. Enjoy.

Published: 4/11/20

https://soundcloud.com/butcher-ben-592/tenacious-d-beezleboss

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I was sitting on the couch, strumming the guitar semi-consciously while waiting for my roommate to put the pot in the bong. The notes rolled off like a god was savoring the delicious riffs that kept on cooking. We alternated the use of the pick that we have found, and with its existence our lives gotten better. We gotten fame, money, a taste of both pussy and dick, because why the fuck not?

We even got a new friend, our agent, who’s nickname was Beezleboss. Sure it was a weird name, but there’s even weirder ones that are accepted by the crowd. Maybe he wanted to join the band?

(Y/N) came into the living room with the bag in their hand and sit next to me, and I placed the guitar in the stand. The pick I placed on the necklace frame. We both have our own necklace that holds the pick so it wouldn’t be as easy to lose it. It had its own eight, and its own disadvantages-

For one...we sometimes get paranoid and we forget the other one has it. Sometimes I’m up at 3 AM on the roof in my underwear and braless desperately looking for it, but then realization hits like a motherfucker when I realize that 1) (Y/N) has and 2) I am never on the roof for whatever reason, nice view though. It is always a nice view, it would be fun to fuck someone...maybe Beezlebub? Bezebos? Beteljuice? Juice...

“Hey (Y/N) hand me the orange juice will ya?” I asked and made a grabby motion and thanking them for the carton.

Our phones vibrated and (Y/N) leant over on her right side to scan the screen while holding the bong in her hand, “Oh hey it’s Beezleboss, wants to meet us in the front yard.”

Confused, I asked, “Why didn’t he just come in like he always does?”

You shrugged your shoulders and set down the bong gently, bitch, you’re never gently with my stuff.

~~

I dressed up, well...put on a bra because I didn’t want to deal with the sweat stains when I’m inside the house and followed you outside to meet our manager. Sometimes (Y/N) and I speak freely in our home how much we really want to fuck him...oh my goood was he just delicious-looking. He can join our little band anytime if it means we just hop on and-

“Hey boss, how’s it going?” you greeted with a smile and pulled him in a hug.

He smiled, his canines (fuuuck me he can mark me anytime) showed as he returned the hug, “Pretty good, I was just strolling by see how you guys are.” When he released the hug, he pulled back to adjust the striped jacket. He had such an unusual sense of fashion, but he was so fucking adorable. Sometimes I don’t know whether to pinch his cheeks or to whip his sweet thicc butt *I felt my head tilt a little to scan the curves* or to just...take me.

I know (Y/N) is thinking those dirty ass thoughts, they do this little thing by crossing their arms across their chest and and using the fingernail of their pinky to scratch their arm lightly to ground them to reality and not slip into their sexual fantasies. I’m pretty sure they want to see him in a leather outfit, and god do I as well. I’m more of an emotionless, “zoning out” kind of person. I scanned his body and when I watched those gorgeous hazel eyes, only for them to have a direct contact do I smile and go over to hug them. I had no fucking clue what they were talking about but they didn’t say my name. I held him in a side-hug, resting my hand on my hip as I now enter the conversation, “Boss, you looking sexy as ever.” I reported, serious and saluting him  as that was the most important part of the discussion. We both saw the sudden blush and timidness that appeared and I leaned back slightly, made direct eye contact with you and went from an emotionless expression to a wide grin and a thumbs up liek it was indeed the mst blessful day ever. I got away with these comments because it was common, (Y/N), however, that (gurl/boi/madamonsieure)....that’s 50 shades of F.U.C.K.E.D.U.P., my comments were NOTHING compared to what this sex demon had to offer

~Flashback~

Me: Yo, (Y/N), the city of fallen angels has nothing compare to the operas you perform when you commit to the sexto-y-nueve.

You: *chuckles and you lil shit would grab my chin and lightly graze it*  I will fuck you day and night, from pleasure to pain, whether you want to or not *leans closer* and you will start calling me the Lideric because I will not stop until you say my name like a prayer and your bones will be crumpling, you will be so dehydrated that you will need to go to the hospital constantly to get IV bags injected into your bloodstream that when you waste their resources, you depend on my own cum to keep you alive. *smirks*

Me: ... *mouth gaped*...

You: *taps on my chin and leaves me hanging as you do your research*

Me: Holy shit, mark me down as scared and horny.

~~

You smiled so sweetly as you tried to brush me off, “Ignore her, she’s had too much to drink.”

I lazily pointed at you, objecting your claim, “That is not true...I may have had about two cups of Orange Juice, who knows.” I shrug my shoulders lightly. This made beezleboss chuckle and had a fit of giggles before taking a deep breath to calm down, “Alright, alright, guys I’ve been meaning to tell you about this..situation that I’m in and-” now I slowly unglueed myself from the manager made slow, long steps to stand next to you, “...que paso, compadre?”

He was confused, trying to understand why I got so defensive and ready to beat his cute butt off the driveway.

“I hope it isn’t to tell us you won’t be our manager.” You stated bluntly, always more mature than me. Now I was able to see the rings that decorated his fingers, the black fingernails, the green hair that was slicked back, his skin slightly palish as always.

When he laughed, he shooked his heads, “No noo, that is not it nah- uh it has to do with production.”

I tilt my head to the side, “But we just finished producing songs yesterday.” I say in a high-pitch voice to make aware of my confusion.

He nods, “Yes, you have.” He grins, now there was one canine tooth that was visible and I was confused. I wasn’t going to address the lost tooth, but you sighed softly, “Right, I think I know what you mean. Mija, let’s grab our guitars and go to the studio and make a few more songs.” When you walked passed me, you added: “Besides, we have a few songs under our sleeves.” and you glanced down on the silver necklace.

I smile and nodded in affirmation then looked at our boss, “We’ll be right back!” and I ran, following you. When I walked up the stairs to the door, I reached up to the necklace and looked down to see the empty frame. I smiled, then I suddenly panicked. My eyes widen, and my body tensed up. I rushed to you, nearly pinning you against the wall. You were taken off guard, raising the guitars above our heads, “Mija! Watch it, you almost made drop the guitars-”

“Listen to me, and I mean....fucking. listen to me.” My voice was shaking, my hands were trembling and I was on brink in crying, “I...lost the pick.” and I sucked in my lips. Your eyes widen, lowering your arms, “Whatthefuckdoyoumeanyoulostthefuckingpick.” You said faster than you ever said anything in your life.

“I mean...I lost the pick. It was in the frame, and now it’s gone. We have to distract him, we have to distract boss and I have to look for the pick.”

~~~

Meanwhile, Beezleboss, who waited patiently, smirked slowly as he raised his hand to reveal the glowing green pick. The pick transformed into a canine tooth that was possible for him to shape shift into his true form: His eye color changed from the hazel to the golden orbs, his mouth opened slightly to reveal the two pairs of canines into two rows of sharp teeth. He stuck out his tongue for it to be fork-pitched and slithering to get the sensation used to.His suit got dirtier in means that it was aging, horns grew from the temples, making an upward curve. His finger nails grew into claws and he was more pale, like beige white paper. A tail was revealed from under the coat and flicked a few times, it stretched as well, curling a few times before making it rest on the concrete floor.

He lolled his head, making a growling sound emit from his throat as he was relieved to be in his true form, ready to take your souls to the netherworld and make you two suffer from the pain he had to endure with the stupid breathers.

~~~

I paced back and forth, repeating fragments and ideas before you take my shoulder, “We’re gonna find the pick, and we are going to make music after, okay?” You gave me my guitar and I put on the strap, “Y-yeah, yeah, we’re gonna find it.” I repeated, doing the habit of rubbing my fingertips and we headed out the door. However, when we walked outside, we screamed in horror as we jumped in our arms.

“IT’S SHOOOOWTIME!!~” The entity sanged in his gravelly voice, even biting his lip as he heard the screams, blinking only to smirk towards us, his golden eyes filled with rage and mischief.

We separated from each other to fully observe the demon, monster whatever it was that was in front of us, speechless in the moment.

He spread his arms apart as he says in a guttural tone: “I am complete!!”

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck” (Y/N) and I synced, really progressing what was going on.

“Yes you are Fucked! Shit out of Luck! Now I’m complete and my Cock you will suck!” and he proceeded to open the jacket slightly to thrust his hips forwards to mimic the fucking motion, “This world will be mine, and you’re first in line, You brought me the pick and now you shall both die!”

I was frozen in place, my eyes could not tear off. I must be high, I must be.

But I hear (Y/N)...sing? After all, he did sounded like he was singing too in the way that he spoke.

“Waaaaaiit! Waaaaiiit Waaait you motherfucker!” and I finally looked over at (Y/N) who stepped forward and pointed at him, “We challenge youu to a rock off!”

They brought the guitar in hand, ready to play, only before he pointed at the demon with their basic pick, “Give us one chance to rock your socks off!...”

I swore I saw a little hip jiggle when you sang that part softly.

I know looked at the demon who looked ready to kill us, but was distressed.

“Fuck!” He turned around, his back facing us. Well, at least his ass looked better. “Fuck! Fuuuuuuck.” He growled, turning back around after clenching his hands and even running his hands through his hair, “The demon code prevents me,” and when he turned around, a scroll appeared in his hands. He looked annoyed, if not irritated at the challenge that my roommate came up with, “From declining a rock off challenge. WHat. are your terms, what’s the ca-a-atch~.”

Now it was our time, (Y/N) looked back at me and I was trying to tell you something but nothing came out. I was too scared,

“Four things, two from me and two from her!” You shouted, looking back at him, “...If we win, you must take your sorry aaasssss back to heeeelll. And also you will have to pay our reeent.”

I actually thought that was a good idea, and I nodded slowly in agreement but also respect for thinking outside of the box.

“And what if I win?..” His hand raised to graze his beard and the growls came back, and there was a chill in both our backs.

“...” Now I’m stuck.

“...Then you can take her back to hell...” (Y/N) suggested, shrugging her shoulders in an inquisitive way, to see if it would work. I nodded mindlessly before those words clicked. I quickly snapped my head to you, worried as fuck, “...What?!”

I stepped forward to you.

They looked straight ahead before glancing at me, “Trust me mija, it’s the only whey.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” I asked in a panicked tone, only to be grabbed by them. Their arm wrapped around me , the other on my abdominal area as we both looked straight.

“To be your little..” and then I feel someone groping my chest, “bitch.” they finished and I snapped at them.

Partially satisfied, with an eye roll, he announced: “Fine! Let the Rock off Begin!” and he released a maniacal laughter that would have wet my underwear for multiple reasons besides being scared.

And when he raised his hands, the scene changed. We were caught in the middle of an arena of speakers, a drum set appearing, a microphone sitting in the middle. A guitar and a bass on their stands. We watched three clones appear, each taking their places. The real raised his hand and lowered it as he stood behind the microphone. The drummer was perfect in every way playing the drummer, never missing a beat (no times for puns).

“I’m the devil- I love metal!” They all sang in unison, more guttural than with one, only from the real one to stuck out his tongue and wiggle it at us. We jumped at every chance, fidgety and also speechless at the performance.

The guitarist stepped forward, planting his right foot forward only to succesfully catch out attention when said, “Check this riff is fucking Tasty!!” and proceeded to shred out souls he performed.

Lastly, the real boss, he took the microphone, the tail wrapped around the stand as he sang his verse:

“I’m the devil I can do what I want

Whatever I’ve got I’m gonna flaunt!

There’s never been a rock off that I’ve ever lost!”

I glanced at you in a concerned look, already certain that I’m fucked.

When I look back, however, he revealed a wall of sex toys which made me jump.

“I can’t wait to take her back to hell

I’m gonna fill her with my hot demon gel” and he squirted lube on us, making us jump but me cower behind you.

“I’ll make her squeal like my scarlet pimpernel!” and he mimicked once again the fucking motion. .For a moment, (Y/N) stepped forward and shouted, “NOoooo!” It Boss by surprise, the illusion getting rid of. Head turned over their shoulder, they tried to make me jump in, “Come on Mija, bring the thunder!”

I was hopeless, I was already see the future of being a sexdoll, “There’s just no way that we can win, that was a master piece...”

Now they turned around and grabbed my shoulders, “Listen to me.”

“He rocks to hard because he’s not a mortal man!” I raised my hand at him who was currently smoking a cig.

“God damn it! He’s gonna make you his sex slave, gonna gargle mayonnaise-”

“Nooo” I sobbed.

“Unless we bust a massive monster mama-jam!”

I nodded, understanding you, “We’ve been through so much shit...“

“Deactivated lasers with my dick!” He shouted excitedly, and for a mere second attempted to remember a single memory where they did that.

“Now it’s time to bow this fucker dooown!!” we synced and faced the boss.

I brought out the guitar and began to strum only for you to continue “Come now, it’s time to blow doors down!”

I nodded excitedly, bouncing on my toes, “I hear you man it’s time to blow doors down!”

You posed and danced as you sang, “Light up the stage ‘cause its time for a showdown!”

Now I was confident to step forward with the thanks of my friend, “We’ll bend you over then we’ll take you to Brown Town.”

and we both sang, “Now we’ve got to blow this fucker doown!”

I quickly stated the fact if this does not work: “He’s gonna rape me if we don’t blow doors down!”

“Come on, we must drive it down now”

“Yeah Baby!!”

You confidently pointed at him as you smirked, “Hey anti-christ-er, Beezlboss, we know you’re weekness- OUR ROCKET SAUCE!”

ANd the something came over me that suddenly I stopped playing, only to actually be stuck ina thinking process.

The halt confused you and the boss, “What the fuck was that!” you shouted.

I scanned the boss almost ina  critizing way, “I just realized something...”

“HUH?!” you both responded.

“I never got to say what I wanted.” I stated plainly.

You wacked the back of my head and I nearly tripped.

“You were nearly raped and you’ve got the nerve to say that!”

“Wait cabron listen to me!” you shouted back and the you looked at the boss, “Yo, you gnna destroy the world?”

Speechless, Beezlboss remained there, “Uhhh...no?”

I nodded and process that, “Then how about we forget all this and come inside, become our new roommate and date?”

That question alone made them look around for any secrets cameras of some sort.

“What the fuck is happening..”

“Exactly, you know, when you were human and all, (Y/N) wanted you to fuck us and fuck you. You see them scratch their arm right?”

“yeah...”

“Observant! But that’s their way of not falling into a sexual fantasy! I’m a motherfucking open book that will open her legs with a snap of fingers! Rape is off-limits though!”

“And...?”

“Boy,...you will not hear the end of the day if you let me continue talk when I want to date that sexy ass of yours. ANd now that you have horns, now I have something to hold on when I’m riding- let’s go inside. now.” You made your way inside, shocking both outside.

“Now!!!!” you barked and both (Y/N) and boss head inside. I got closer look and I grin, “Oohh, you managed to get even sexier.”

“Wait...you both....really wanted to fuck me?”

“And date you, don’t forget that. We just didn’t want to make it awkward since you were out manager.” you explained, making you blush from the revelation.

“And you still want to date me?” He asked in clarification and you quickly grabbed his tie and pulled him down in a lustful kiss, taking your hand in mine to pull closer. I introduced tongue and when we pull apart, a string of saliva was attached, “You should wait until (Y/N) opens their mouth. I came three times.” you admitted, “didn’t even touch me.” I smirked, “Now come on, let’s ignore what just happened and just get on with it yeah?” you asked and leaned forward to kiss his neck. You blushed so hard, you felt him place his hand on your waist and nodded to male the move. His expression soften up and you leaned forward to kiss him, already twirling tongues.

One thing for sure, this relationship is the best one ever made.

[brightsun-and-darkmidnight]

Country Entertainment

TITLE: Country Entertainment

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 1 / ?

AUTHOR: brightsun-and-darkmidnight

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki wooing you at an amusement part in the game area

RATING:  Teen …? I think..?

NOTES/WARNINGS: Maybe bad flirting? I am trying to make it fluffy

My Ao3: brightsun_and_darkmidnight

*FINALLY..Read the warnings. Once you agree you can handle it...

 ~ ~ ENJOY  ~ ~

Loki felt the gentle hand of his mother on his shoulder.

Frigga smiled once Loki took his eyes off of the huge pig.

"Let's go see the events in the arena."

Loki nodded as the auctioneer started taking bids. Odin threw his hand up for the bid. 

A few steps away and Thor caught up with Loki and Frigga.

Thor gently hugged Frigga, "my friends are here. We were going to enjoy rides and play the games."

Frigga gave Thor a knowing look before speaking, "have fun and make sure you eat something." Frigga pointed a finger at Thor, "make sure your FRIENDS eat too."

Thor smiled sheepishly. "Yes mother. Enjoy the show, it is barrel racing now right?"

"It is. Now behave." 

Frigga took Loki's elbow and guided him to the entrance after Thor assured her the things she demanded would be honored. Frigga and Loki watched the riders but Frigga quickly had a favorite.

Frigga tapped Loki's arm as she exclaimed. "Look at her! Wow!"

Loki smiled at his mother's enthusiasm

"She has excellent position on her horse, you can tell how much she trained! She has to be first place!"

Loki looked at the score and the girl was .63 seconds away from the winner.

"That's a load of shit. She was the best!" 

Loki's eyes widened, "mother." 

"Sorry dear. Well. I better get back to your father. You go have fun."

Loki nodded and went in search for Hela or Thor.

Seeing Hela at a ring toss game he went over.

Hela was talking to the worker and the woman smiled, making Hela turn. Hela went back to talking to the worker. Loki didn't feel too wanted but sometimes Hela is better company than Thor at fairs. Thor and his friends always tried to hook up with whoever they could. Their flirting was absolutely terrible.

Hela shook the woman's hand, "bet you another 50 dollars."

"You're on!"

Hela turned to Loki, "dad get anything good to eat?"

Loki shrugged, "mother and I watched barrel racing."

Loki watched the women exchange looks.

Hela gave the woman money and a bucket of rings were placed in front of Loki. He rose an eyebrow and was about to ask a question.

"You are gonna need to practice. Get all of those knives for me."

Loki quickly caught onto the game. The rings were meant to go around the knives in the center of the stand, but to make things a little more difficult the podiums spun so the knives were constantly moving. With a few practice throws Loki got the hang of it.

The woman working the stand put the 5th knife on a pile. "He is really good."

Hela's smile was heard in her voice as Loki got another knife. "You are gonna owe me that 50 dollars!"

The woman huffed when Loki pointed to another knife with a ring around it. 

"The freaking bucket cost 20 dollars, and he is gonna take all the knives!"

Hela smirked. "Maybe you should have bet lower."

"I didn't know your brother is really good at throwing stuff!"

Movement caught Loki's attention when someone moved fast to jump over the stand.

It was a girl with tangled hair pushed back away from her face. She had a tight dark green tank top with a flannel around her waist. With tight jeans and dirty boots. The odd thing about her is she was wearing a bow around her neck.

The girl wrapped her arms around the worker. "Hey big sis!"

The worker wrapped an arm around the girl then stated, "Maggi. Fix your hair." 

Maggie gave her sister a cocky smile. "I did. You know its because of the spoiled princess" 

Hela laughed, "Comeon Sam, your sister is a sass master."

Maggie's sister, Sam groaned. "Fuck off." 

Maggie smiled, "life would be so dull without me."

Loki smiled and went back to playing the game… that he might have briefly forgotten.

Sam asked nudging her, "What place babyswiss?"

She gestured towards the bow around her neck, "Second. .63 seconds."

Loki got another knife added to the pile.

Loki glanced at the girl and the clothes were the same as Frigga's favorite rider.

Hella held out a hand to the woman who slaps $50 in her hand.

The sister explained to Maggie's questionable face. "Hella said you would be under a minute."

Maggie drawled, "How nice to believe in me…"

The sister defended herself as she set a new knife in Loki's pile, "Listen we knew you would lose because that spoiled bitch would get rid of the horse."

Maggie shrugged her shoulders, "Now if someone beat her time before I had to go..."

Sam talked again. "You'd be able to buy a new vehicle with your winnings."

Another knife added to Loki's collection.

Sam grumbled, "And buy my new supply of knives."

Hela laughed.

Maggie exclaimed, "my jeep runs great. Just got a few things that need upgraded. I dont need something fast."

A squeaky voice made Loki want to cringe.

"My truck would beat your shit jeep anyday. I would beat you at anything anyway."

A few laughs were heard but Loki kept his eyes on the game.

Maggie leaned on the counter with a smile, "How about we ride something between our legs Princess?"

The supposed princess laughed. "Right and what do you have in mind?"

Maggie winked, "Your boyfriend seems ready." 

Hela turned, both her and Sam laughed.

Maggie laughed as well, "just kidding but I'm not kidding when I say you guys need to work on blood circulation above the shoulders. You might not use your brain often but it's kinda important.."

Loki sees the Maggie smirk and the princess one looks confused until she looks at her boyfriend's crotch.

A few laughed at the huff from the girl.

Maggie continued with a dramatic eye roll, "I mean something with intelligence. A HORSE."

The cringeworthy voice held a cocky tone. "I won first place, what makes you think you can win?"

Maggie shrugged standing up tall. "You said any condition anyway you could beat me. I want to get another shot at proving you wrong."

The girl laughed briefly. "Whatever. Cover that huge forehead of yours... is an hour too short of time to be presentable?"

Maggie was running her fingers through her tangled hair. "Can I borrow a brush? No? Okay, I figured you always have your entire beauty necessities with you." Maggie was working on forcing a knot to come undone. "Don't wait up for me, I'm sure you are going to need the whole time actually learning how to gear your horse."

The other girl walked away with an eye roll and dramatic stomp.

Hella laughed. "Well. I'm looking forward to this."

Sam cheered, "record it!"

Maggie leaned her hip against the counter, "yeah let me know her reaction when I don't show up." She winced as she undid the knot in her hair by pulling it.

Loki got another new knife set down in his pile.

Hela patted Loki's shoulder. "Just a couple more Loki. Good job."

Maggie exclaimed, "Is he getting all the knives?!"

Hela smiled, "yep. I got 50 dollars saying, my brother, Loki, is going to get me one of every knife. With only one bucket of rings."

Maggie's smile faltered a bit when Loki looked right at her.

He shrugged. "My sister likes knives."

Sam huffed in annoyance, "and he is really good at this game."

Loki seen familiar blonde hair and went back to tossing the rings.

Fandral leaned onto the counter making Maggie eye him oddly.

Fandral winked. "You are a beautiful woman and I would love to see where those tan lines end.."

Maggie's face fell to a stoic expression. "Maybe they don't."

Hela rolled her eyes and Sam glared at Fandral.

Fandral continued not getting that he was unwanted. "I would love to take you on the Farris wheel. See the fair's lights and how the moonlight makes your eyes shine."

Maggie rolled her eyes. "I don't like heights."

"I could hold you and keep you safe in my arms."

"Strong arms are not going to help anyone from a fall like that."

"Ah yes. A graceful angel Falling hard for a man like me. It must have hurt."

"Actually to get here, I clawed my way up."

Fandral laughed, "all the better."

"Maybe you could kiss my hand better after sporting a black eye for the next victim of poor flirtation." Maggie gave Fandral a sweet smile.

"Surely a woman like you can be wooed."

"Get a ring around the blade of my favorite knife. You get as many chances as one bucket can hold."

Fandral sees Loki's pile of knives, "well then do me a favor my REALLY good friend and help me."

Maggie crossed her arms and leaned back against the stand "If he does it, he gets the date. You are on your own."

Loki looked in his bucket and had 14 rings left and had 5 more knives to get. 

Hela patted Loki's shoulder. "Get her FAVORITE knife. You need a date."

Loki rolled his eyes. "I didn't know there was more to this game than winning knives." Loki threw a ring and got it around a butterfly knife.

Hela took it from the pile and started doing tricks with it.

Marigold got a knife out of her back pocket and was talking with Hela about tricks.

Loki had 2 more knives to get but only 5 rings.

Fandral was only able to get 3 knives in his haste and earned the laughs of Thor.

Sif offers Fandral a fry and says, "Pitty offering"

Fandral takes it and bites it with a high head as they all walk away.

Maggie groaned. "Yep totally not my type." 

Maggie held her knife still and Loki wondered if that was part of the trick. Loki had one more ring and he already knew he was not going to get the two knives left. He took a chance and threw the ring at the knife in Maggie's hand.

She looks down at her hand and back up at him.

The sister laughed. "Well then… she's speechless for once."

Maggie was quickly back to her social ways. "Shut up Sam."

Hella smirks and pats Loki on the back-"Looks like you have to go on a date with my little brother."