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hockeymenarehot · 6 months

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"Prove it." feat. Bill Kaulitz

bill kaulitz x fem!reader

warnings: smut, riding, p in v, unprotected, hinted inexperienced reader, innocent? reader, corruption kink, degradation, name calling (slut), semi-public sex (nobody hears you two), outdoor sex, fem masturbation, implied oral at the end, not proofread i got lazy, let me know if I missed anything!

you're wearing a dress in this, here's the inspo pic: [pinterest link]

summary: bill kaulitz is known for being the leader of a garage band popular in your small town. he's always piqued your interest, and your friend is able to get you into one of his shows. problem is, he's way hotter than you imagined.

wc: 2.1k

You've always lived in a small, relatively quiet town. You're the "girl next door" type, always willing to help those in need, putting others before yourself. But you do carry your flaws, one of those being your insatiable appetite for the bad boys. One specific bad boy has recently caught your eye, and your lust and desire for him is becoming almost unbearable.

Bill Kaulitz, the man every father in your town knows to keep his daughter away from. He's the leader of his own garage band, Tokio Hotel. Him and his band are the only thing disrupting the peace in your quiet little town, and you find him and his black eyeliner unspeakably hot. You love how he breaks the rules, but what you really want him to break is you.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" you almost whisper. "Completely positive." says your best friend before she grabs your arm, dragging you to her room. Your best friend had just revealed to you that she knew where your favorite band, Tokio Hotel, was playing tonight. They don't give the location out to just anybody, and they typically play in relatively secluded areas, only making a true show of themselves when they want to get caught and chased for the adrenaline. Tonight they just wanted to play, and your best friend knew the address. "But what if he sees me?" you exclaim, still being practically dragged up the stairs. "That's the whole point, and also why I'm here to make you look as hot as possible. Honestly I'm doing you a huge favor." "But I don't own anything that's-" you trail off as the two of you enter your bedroom, and your eyes widen as you see the skimpy dress laid out on your bed. "Oh no no no, this is not happening!" "Why not? You're already smokin', you just need something to show it off! Plus, if you're serious about this, you need something to grab his attention. Now put that dress on and sit down so I can do your hair and makeup." You contemplate for a second, weighing the outcome of your decisions, before you decide that you've been abiding by the rules for far too long now. If you wanted Bill to notice you at all, you needed to bring yourself up to his level. So, you grab the dress before motioning for your friend to turn around.

The dress was a little bit tight around your waist, but you assumed it was to accentuate your curves. It sure as hell did the job though. The dress was perfect, a cute black and white dress that screamed "I'm sweet and innocent" and "Fuck me" all at the same time. As you stared in awe into the mirror, your friend let out a small giggle "I told you it would look great on you. But also we don't have much time, hurry and sit down so I can finish you up." You glared at her for her tone, but complied and sat down.

It took around 2 hours for her to do your makeup and hair, finishing with a glittery yet smokey makeup look and cute updo. Your overall outfit was very you, but also super sexy. Before you knew it, your friend was dragging your arm again, except this time you were being drug away out the door and to her car.

You and your friend had been in the car for 45 minutes, blasting music to try and ease your nerves. You were admittedly very fidgety, your main worry being rejected or not noticed at all. Hell, what if he ignored you? If that happened, you were sure you would buy the next flight to the other side of the country. "Hey," your friend finally spoke up, "You're shaking the entire car, ease up, won't you? You look amazing, he's going to notice you, trust me." "And if he doesn't?" She gives you a quick smile "He will."

After an hour in the car you finally pulled into a small grassy lot in the middle of the woods, where there were about 30 other cars and a bonfire lit in the distance. You could already hear the blasting of music. Your friend pulled into a parking spot, well more like made her own, and you two got out and started walking towards the crowd of people and the fire. You kept trying to pull your dress down, it seemed to have a mind of its own and kept riding up your thigh as you walked. Your friend grabbed your hand, "The more skin, the better. Trust me." and gave you a wink. You two entered the crowd of people, and the music rung in your ears. The smell of alcohol was pungent. It wasn't long before your friend saw somebody she knew, and she said a quick "I'll be right back" and darting off before you could complain. You stood there for a second, before deciding that you definitely didn't come all this way for nothing, and you were no longer going to be a pussy. You elbowed your way through the crowd, getting some rude glares and a couple "watch where your fucking going"'s before you finally reached him. It was your first time really, truly seeing him. Him and his band were surrounded by people, and to be honest, his music was amazing live. It didn't compare to the SoundCloud quality you were used to. You were able to get a front spot, unbearably close to him. You could practically smell him. Standing there for a while, you were able to take in the full sight of him. He was wearing tight skinny jeans, a black & red shirt, and a black leather jacket. His spiky hair was perfect, you had to stop yourself from taking a couple more steps to reach out and touch it.

You had been full staring at this man for a while before he glanced over at you, and you locked eyes with him. You swear you could actually feel your heart pound against your ribcage as he looked you up and down like you were his next meal. He gave you a subtle smirk before continuing his song. You were still staring at him, your face heating up. Except this time you weren't imaging how soft his hair would be to comb through, rather how nice it would feel to pull and tug on it while he ate you out. You could feel yourself becoming wetter and wetter in his presence, and the dull ache forming in your stomach was becoming more and more unbearable. You knew you couldn't go on like this, you might actually explode. You quickly shifted around and sped walk through the crowd again, making a break for the woods, trying to find the tallest tree to hide behind.

You honestly couldn't help it, he was just too fine. If you really thought about it, the predicament you were currently in was totally his fault. Your fingers were knuckle deep in your pussy, trying to curl your fingers into the right spot. Your dress was rode all the way up to your stomach, your panties moved to the side. You were trying to do anything to alleviate the knot in your stomach, but maybe your mind was telling you how much this was not a good idea. You stopped caring as you found a good rhythm, your other hand coming down to rub your clit in sync with your fingers, coming closer and closer to bliss. You were so lost in your fantasies about you and Bill that you didn't quite catch the stopping of the music, the cars driving away, and you certainly didn't catch the way you moaned loudly moaned his name.

This went on for a while, your eyes screwed shut and your fingers just not being enough before you became frustrated. You pulled your fingers out and opened your eyes. At first, you thought it was just your eyes adjusting to what little light there was, causing you to see things. But you could actually feel yourself stop breathing when you realized Bill was quite literally standing in front of you.

"Well what do we have here? Are you having fun? Well, by what I've seen you haven't been able to hit the edge have you?" He spoke in a tone full of lust. "I-..." But you stopped yourself, realizing you didn't have an excuse for what you'd been caught doing. You looked up at him with pleading eyes, not wanting him to tell anybody. You would've missed his very prominent boner if it weren't for him palming himself through his jeans. "C'mon now, don't be shy. You can't get me all hard like this and not talk to me. What is it you want?" You thought for a second before responding "You. I want you." he smirked, taking his belt off before he said "Prove it."

That was how you found yourself in your current predicament. Bill was sat down, his back to a large tree, while you tried your best to ride his cock. "Come on, pretty. I know you can do better than that." he breathed. You grabbed his hips, trying your best to lift yourself up. You had been going at this for quite some time now, and your legs were shaking, your pussy spent. Your hair was dishelved and you were practically sticking to him because of your sweat. His cock was insanely large, you had never felt so full in your life. "Please-! I can't take it, please just fuck me!" you begged. He let out a small laugh before grabbing your chin, forcing you to make eye contact with him. "Didn't I tell you? You have to prove yourself. Are you already so cockdrunk you've lost your memory, or are you really just that dumb of a slut?" You could feel tears welling, but because of the pleasure you were feeling. You clenched hard around him at his filthy words, finding new strength to bring yourself up before you slammed back down onto his cock with a loud moan. "Wow you really are a slut, getting off to me calling you names. What a bad girl you are." You moaned again at his words, and even more as he started thrusting his hips up to meet your new found rhythm, obviously wanting to cum from waiting this long. You tried your best to keep up, slamming down onto him harder and harder, feeling that sweet spot being brushed every so often. You had never felt a sensation like this before, never felt so full. You were beginning to leak onto his pelvis, leaving a glistening spot. The air was filled with grunts and moans, and chants of his name. Bill began growing more and more impatient, and eventually decided you and proven yourself. He muttered a "Good girl", making your walls flutter before he flipped you over and you found yourself on all fours. "Ass up," he ordered before he started pistoning into you at an ungodly pace. His name fell from your mouth like a mantra, and you only had the strength to hold yourself up on your elbows. Bill watched as his cock disappeared into your willing pussy over and over again, admired the way your ass bounced a little each time he would enter you. Your moans became louder and louder, and you screamed as he abused your sweet spot, feeling the pleasure ripple through your body. He could feel the way you squeezed around him and reached down to pinch and rub your clit stimulating you even more. "Just like that," He moaned at the sensation of you squeezing him, and you could feel him twitch inside you. The pleasure was unbearable and you continued to moan his name, your vision becoming fuzzy and little stars forming. He gave one last deep thrust, brushing your cervix before you came hard, screaming his name. He came with a grunt, shooting his load deep inside you.

He rolled you back over, lifting you up a bit to keep your body safe from the elements of the woods. You smiled up at him a bit for the small gesture, your forearm covering your forehead. You watched his heaving chest as it glistened with sweat before he spoke,

"You honestly thought that was enough to prove yourself?" Before he sat you up on your knees.

Thanks for reading! Remember to take care of yourself. :)

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anythingforjtk · 8 months

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Scream for Me

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x reader

Word count: ~2,500

Warnings: alcohol, cursing, unprotected sex (p in v) (wrap it up!), light choking, fingering, mentions of murder (not seriously), minors DNI!!!

a/n: I wanted to pick a halloween fic topic based off of the list @hearts-hunger created! I picked topic 17 (halloween party) It’s different from the other fic I recently wrote but it was fun to make! enjoy the halloween jake smut 👻

“y/n would you hurry up! The uber will be here in two minutes!” Shouts your best friend Cam from the bottom of the staircase.

The two of you are about to leave for a Halloween party. You decided to go with a classic yet sexy costume, a pirate. You’re wearing an off the shoulder long white dress with a corset around your waist. You are covered in silver jewelry: necklaces, bracelets and earrings. You opted for a dark smokey eye and eyeliner in your waterline. Your finishing touches include fishnet stockings, black boots and a red bandanna over your hair.

“I’m coming Cam!” You reply before throwing your phone and keys into your purse and running down the stairs to meet her at the front door.

“You may have taken forever but I can see it was worth the wait, you look sexy girl. Now let’s go!” Cam pulls your arm and drags you through the front door, guiding you towards to uber.

Once you get inside of the car you finally have time to take in and appreciate her costume.

Not only is she dressed as Pennywise from the movie IT, but she is the sexy version. She’s wearing a white corset top, embellished with red pom-poms, small white shorts, clown makeup and a pretty orange wig.

“I admire your ability to be scary, funny and sexy all at once. You truly have a talent,” you giggle to her.

“Oh what can I say my dear? I’m multifaceted,” Cam says as she jokingly flicks her orange wig behind her shoulder.

The ride to the party is fast, only lasting about fifteen minutes. You both hop out of the car when you arrive and hook arms, walking to the front door together.

The party is hosted by Cams new boyfriend Daniel. You have only met him two times but he seems like a sweet guy.

Cam opens the front door without knocking and you’re immediately transported into a Halloween wonderland. You didn’t expect so many decorations.

The lighting in the house is dim. There are string lights and cob webs hanging from every inch of the ceiling. You see black and red streamers hanging from the walls and candles lit on every table. The kitchen island was filled with spooky treats and alcoholic punch. It is very impressive for a twenty-something year old guy.

“Wow Cam,” you shout over the loud and eerie music. “Daniel really goes all out. This is amazing.” You try to keep your jaw from hitting the floor.

“Isn’t it?!” She doesn’t seem shocked by his effort, only proud.

There are a good amount of people in the house. Not too many but not too little. Just enough for a comfortable party.

“Im going to search for Danny,” Cam shouts over the music into your ear. “Go get some punch and i’ll meet up with you when I find him.”

She runs off and you’re now left to fend for yourself.

You take her suggestion and walk over to the kitchen island to get a drink. You are completely sober currently and in need of something to lighten your anxiety.

Your pour yourself a class of the punch and it’s delicious. It’s strong, but really good. It is the perfect drink to get you drunk fast without feeling the burn of consuming alcohol.

You lean against the counter while sipping your drink and begin to people watch. You love taking in everyone’s costume choices. Some people are opting for a scary approach, some look beautiful and some look funny. It is interesting to see what people choose. As you’re looking at the crowd, you feel a presence beside you.

You look over to see a man wearing black from head to toe. He’s wearing black skinny jeans, black chelsea boots and a black shirt that is holding on by one button.

You think the outfit is rather sexy but you can’t see his face. That is because he’s wearing a Ghostface mask.

He speaks, breaking you from your thoughts. “Hey I haven’t seen you at one of Danny’s parties before. What are you doing standing over here alone?”

His voice is kind and boyish but raspy. It’s very attractive.

“Oh my friend just recently started dating him so this is my first time here. I don’t really know anyone but her and she’s looking for Daniel,” you reply.

He extends his hand out to you, “Well my name is Jake. Now you know someone else.” You can’t see his face but you can almost hear it in his voice that he’s smiling.

You reach out in return, shaking his hand. “It’s nice to meet you Jake. I’m y/n.”

“Well y/n, I must tell you that I was intrigued to come over here and talk to you because you’re dressed as a pirate and if there’s one thing about me, I find pirates to be very intriguing.”

A blush comes across your face. You hope he can’t really see it through the mask he’s wearing.

“I hate to disappoint you Jacob but,” you lean in closer and whisper towards his ear, “I’m not a real pirate. Don’t tell anyone tho.” You shush him by putting your finger over your lips.

He giggles genuinely at your attempt at a lame joke.

Jake speaks up from behind the mask, “Well then you should know that i’m not a real cereal killer.”

“Oh damnit. I was kind of hoping you were,” you reply. Although you weren’t actually hoping that, the idea of a sexy and dangerous man in a mask turned you on.

“I mean, I can be anything you want me to be tonight darling,” Jake says with sex dripping in his voice.

You didn’t know if it was the alcohol, the halloween party or the masked man in front of you but you wanted Jake to take you away from this party immediately.

“If you take me somewhere quiet i’ll show you exactly what I want from you mr. Ghostface. Just as long as you don’t kill me of course.”

Jake grips your wrist firmly and guides you up the stairs and away from the party noise at a fairly quickly pace.

He throws your body into what looks like a guest room, slams the door shut, locks it and pushes your body against the wall.

The room is dark, only lit by the moon in the night sky.

Jake begins to grab the bottom of his mask, getting ready to reveal his face to you but you quickly grab his hands to stop him.

“Keep it on.”

His strong hand then snaps around your neck. You can’t quit see his eyes but you know he’s staring at you like you’re his next meal. He slowly moves his head so his mouth is hovering over your ear.

“I like you sweetheart.”

You slowly begin to smirk, knowing he’s willing to keep it on.

His hand leaves your neck and slowly travels down your body. He lifts your skirt up, revealing your black thong covered in your fishnet tights.

“Is this okay?” he asks.

You nod your head quickly in reply.

His hand shoots back around your neck. “Words baby.”

“Y- yes. Yes it’s okay.” You struggle to say through your heavy breathing.

“Good girl,” he says while lowering his hand beneath the band of your thong. His fingers reached your heat and he begins swirling his middle and ring finger in your wetness.

Without much warning he shoves both of his fingers inside of you. You gasp at the sudden contact and grab at his strong forearm to ground yourself.

“How fast do you want it baby?” He questions, wanting to know the proper way to please you.

“Fast and hard,” you moan out to him while leaning your head back against the wall behind you to prepare yourself.

His fingers start plunging in and out of you at a painfully delicious speed. He curls his fingers at just the right angel to hit a spot that makes you nearly scream.

You feel sweat beading on your forehead as he drives his fingers into you. You squeeze around him as you feel yourself starting to unwind.

“Come on pretty girl. You’re about to cum, I can feel it. Be so good for me and cum on my fingers.” he demands.

Hearing his silky voice speak those words to you were enough to have you unraveling on his hand.

“fuuuckkkkkk,” you scream out at a volume too loud considering there are other people in the house.

When you come down from your orgasm he gently pulls his hand away from your core.

“Open up,” he requests.

You follow his order. He places his two fingers onto your tongue. With his other hand he guides your chin to close around his fingers and he slowly pulls them from your mouth as you suck them clean.

You look down at his pants and see how painfully hard he is. You softly trace your fingers over his bulge and he sucks in his breath sharply as if you were hurting him.

“I want all of you. I want to feel you,” you say to him.

He picks you up from under your ass, carries you over to the bed, and slams you down.

While hovering over you with his hands on both sides of your head Jake says, “You don’t have to tell me twice.”

He removes his jeans and boxers while you remove your corset and dress.

He’s left in nothing but his low buttoned shirt and his mask, while you’re in just your tights and a thong.

You make eye contact with his dick and notice how thick it is. It excites you so much that you notice your wetness pooling beneath you.

“You don’t have to stare honey, it’s all yours tonight,” Jake giggles to you, noticing where your eyes have been lingering.

“Then what are you waiting for Jacob? Give it to me,” you demand from him as if you’ve grown impatient.

He wastes no time and crawls on top on you on the bed and you both move up until you hit the headboard.

He reaches down to your core with one hand and rips your fishnet tights to create a hole.

You feely annoyed that he ripped your clothing for one minute until you realize you were never going to wear them again anyway.

His hands begin to explore your body. He grabs at your breasts, massaging them firmly. He rolls your nipples between his thumb and pointer finger as you let out a heavy breath of ecstasy.

“You’re fucking beautiful,” he compliments you.

“I’d say the same for you mystery man but I haven’t seen your face yet,” you wink back at him.

He chuckles in response to you and continues working his hands over your body.

“Please Jake I need you now,” you practically beg him.

“You need me to what darling?” He mockingly asks you, wanting to hear you plead for it.

“I need you to fuck me.”

“You want me to fuck you baby? Is that what you need?”

“Yes. Yes. Please,” you almost sound like you’re crying.

“Oh baby… I’ll fuck you so hard someone will think you are getting murdered in here.”

He pushes your thong to the side and lines himself up with your core. He snaps his hips against yours in one quick motion, causing you to shriek. He begins rapidly pounding into you.

He quickly grabs and pillow and puts it under your hips, making the pleasure triple. You grab at his back and dig your nails into him, slowly running them down his back, hoping to leave him with a memory of tonight.

“Fuck- you feel so fucking good around my cock,” he says through his staggered breathing. “Does that feel good baby?”

“Yes Jake you feel so good inside of me I never want you to fucking leave,” you shout back to him.

Your response to him causes him to moan deeply in chest, so much so that it sounds like a growl.

He grabs one of your legs and wrap it around his waist so he can reach a new angel. Between the pillow placement, your position, and his rapid thrusts, your body is experiencing a feeling it never has before.

You can feel his dick brushing past your g-spot causing you to yell out his name and a string of curses.

You start to squeeze around his cock, getting close to your release. You can tell he’s almost there too as you feel him twitch inside of you.

“Cum with me y/n. I want you to soak my dick as I finish inside of you. Come on baby you’re almost there. Be good for me.”

His final praises bring you to the finish line as your body shakes through a mind bending orgasm. You let out a chorus of yeses and grab at his arms with all of your might. As you’re finishing you feel him twitch inside of you.

You both come down and catch your breath before he pulls out of you and falls onto his back on the bed beside you.

You turn your head to look over at him, still wearing the Ghostface mask, “That was fucking amazing.”

“Holy shit, yea it was,” he responds. “Can I take this fucking thing off now,” he laughs referring to the mask on his face.

“Oh please do,” you reply.

You feel nervous watching him begging to situate the mask to lift over his head. You have no idea what he looks like yet but you had been extremely attracted to everything he’s offered so far and there was no denying he is the best sex you’ve ever had.

The mask gets fully yanked off of him to reveal one of the most beautiful men you’ve ever seen.

You gasp out loud.

His hair is shoulder legnth and chestnut brown. His eyes are dark and filled with honey. His thick eyebrows and long eyelashes compliment his deep eyes so well. He has a strong and sharp nose and plump pink lips. He smirks slightly at you, revealing his perfectly straight teeth.

“What? Did my face scare you sweetheart?” He asks as a joke.

You press your body into his and brush the sweaty hair sticking to his face behind his ears.

“The only thing that scares me is how attracted I am to you,” you say in full seriousness.

“You’re in luck because I feel the same way about you.” He gives a quick peck to your nose. “Give me your phone. Let me put my number in it.”

You reach down to the floor where your purse was thrown and grab your phone from it.

You hand it over to him and let him type in his contact himself.

When he hands the phone back you look down to see the information he filled out and giggle at the screen.

His number was put in its rightful place and his contact name was labeled as “Ghostface🔪”

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bratzforchris · 8 months

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Don't Worry Baby

Summary ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆: Movie night gone wrong turns into you helping Michael feel better in just the right way<3

Pairing: Michael x feminine reader

Warnings: Smut, p in v, Michael has a bit of anxiety, mostly just cute/fluffy smut :)

Word Count: 1.5k

Note: I just love red hair Michael sooooo much hehehe :p

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"I dunno, Mike," You mumbled, tossing a piece of popcorn into your mouth. "That looks scary...even for me."

It was your and Michael's weekly Friday night movie night and you two were currently eating popcorn and scrolling through Hulu, looking for something to watch. You absolutely loved horror movies, having grown up with horror-crazed brothers. You knew your (and Michael's) limits though, whereas Michael would never admit to being scared of something.

"Please?" he asked, looking up at you with puppy eyes you couldn't resist. "Everyone's talking about how good it is. It can't be that bad." his finger hovered over the button to click on Dear David.

"Okay, but if we get scared we gotta turn it off, bub." You kissed his forehead.

You had once again fallen victim to Michael's angelic green eyes, especially since he was wearing that smokey, black eyeliner you loved. You knew in the back of your mind that this was going to most likely end awfully, but you shoved it down, trying to just enjoy your time with your boyfriend. You could always click the 'off' button on the remote if needed.

Michael cuddled into your side, pulling the throw blanket over both of you and humming happily as the movie started. The fairy lights in your living room cast a warm glow while the overhead light was out, creating the perfect ambience. You slowly settled into the fantasy world, getting sucked into the fast storyline and spooky details.

Michael, on the other hand, was enjoying it less than you were. He was munching on his popcorn with wide eyes, curling further and further into your side. The movie was definitely scarier than he had anticipated, but there was no way he was going to admit his fright to you. Especially not after he begged and pleaded you to watch it, and definitely not when he looked up at you, seeing you watching the movie eagerly, a smile growing on your face.

"Gotta pee," You said, pausing the movie and standing up. "Liking it so far?" You asked him, a smile on your face.

"Mhm!" he lied, cursing himself for being this way.

You kissed his lips quickly, before padding to the bathroom. Michael pulled the blanket up to his nose and took deep breaths, trying not to panic. It didn't work for long though, because the poor boy nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard scratching at the door. Turns out it was just Southy scratching at the door, but Michael couldn't help the shaky gasp that escaped him when he stood up to let the pup out.

"Hey babe." You smiled, coming back into the living room after your bathroom break.

"Shit!" Michael yelped, nearly jumping as he flung around.

Your face dropped into a pout, settling into the couch as you watched Michael let South back in. "Are you okay, babe? We can turn it off if you're getting scared..."

"I'm fine," Your boyfriend insisted, sitting back on the couch with you. "Just didn't hear you come in here."

"Are you sure?" You asked.

You could see Michael shaking slightly, and you knew he got scared more easily than you did, but you didn't want to push him to talk to you.

"I'm okay," Michael mumbled, putting on his bravest smile. "Let's just keep watching the movie."

You brought him into your side in a cuddle, rubbing his side up and down. Michael didn't say much else throughout the rest of the film, just occasionally flinching against your side. Finally, the credits rolled and you stood up and strecthed. Michael was curled almost entirely into the couch, blankets pulled up to his chin.

"Ready for bed, babe?" You asked him, holding out your hand for him to stand up.

"Mhm."

You and Michael began to run through your night routine, and Michael still failed to tell you his fears. He seemed a bit aloof, you thought, but not particularly scared. Once you both had cuddled up in bed, you switched off the lamp, snuggled up against Michael's side. You began to fall asleep fairly quickly, tired from work earlier in the day.

Michael, however, was not going to dream land as easily as you were. He couldn't stop thinking about the movie and the dead child that had haunted the main character. Logically, he knew it wasn't real, but his fears were overcoming his rationale.

"Babe?" he whispered softly into the darkness, wrapping himself in the blankets.

You made a soft humming noise, cuddling into Michael's side and beginning to snore. The red-haired boy sighed, realizing you were basically asleep. He felt awful waking you up, but it was only 11:30 and he knew he wouldn't fall or stay asleep at this rate.

"Babe?" he said again, shaking your shoulder. "Wake up, please?"

Tears pricked Michael's eyes as he softly poked your shoulder. You had been right the whole time and now he was dealing with the consequences. The movie had been too scary for him and he kicked himself for being so sensitive. You blinked your eyes open slowly, observing the room. The lights were still out, but Michael was shaking you and you could tell by his tone that something was wrong.

"Mikey? What's wrong, bub?" You yawned sleepily.

"...I'm scared." he whispered.

"Oh Michael," You pouted sadly, sitting up and turning on the lamp. "I'm sorry, babe." You kissed his cheek.

"No, I'm sorry. I'm the one who said we should watch the movie even after you said we shouldn't." the poor boy's eyes dropped as he picked at the blankets on the bed to avoid eye contact.

You tilted his chin up in your hand, kissing his forehead. "There's nothing wrong with being scared, my love. It's brave to admit you're scared."

"I should've listened to you." he said, gnawing on his lip.

"Mikey," You pouted, kissing his face. "Bubba, I'm not mad. It's okay to be scared, buddy."

He nodded softly, practically crawling into your lap. You began to kiss all over his face and head, making sure he was comfortable. Your boyfriend was silent, that is, until he until you planted a kiss on his neck. Michael moaned softly, the noise dripping from his pink, plump lips. He snuggled further into you, softly grinding his hips against your own.

You began to softly make out with him, running your hands through his red hair. You weren't used to being straddled by Michael, but you loved it. He was grinding into you, soft, sensual moans and whimpers leaving him. The redhead began to softly tug at the waistband of your pajama pants, whining quietly.

"Are you sure you want it, bub?" You asked him. "I don't wanna push you, I know you aren't feeling great."

Michael nodded quickly, looking up at you. "You're the best remedy, Y/N." he chuckled.

You kissed Michael's cheek as he leaned over and pulled a condom from his nightstand. He slid off his own pants and shirt, rolling the rubber onto his dick that was becoming harder by the second. You blushed when Michael pulled off your own pajamas, leaving kisses on your warm skin and telling you how beautiful you were.

“You always make me feel better, baby.” he hummed, sliding into you.

You gasped at the feeling of suddenly being full, but slowly relaxed into Michael’s rhythm, letting out soft moans as he slowly and sensually fucked you.

“Michael…” You whimpered out, already feeling the familiar, tightening ball in your belly.

“Shhh,” Michael kissed you gently. “I’ve got you, baby.”

The feeling of being fucked and edged slowly was almost more exhilarating than your more active, kinky sex life. You could tell that Michael was also close to climax, soft whines and pants leaving his mouth as he railed into you gently.

“Michael, I’m so close.”

Your green-eyed boyfriend chuckled, kissing your lips. “Go ahead, honey. Cum all over my dick. Make me feel good.”

You immediately let go, your walls clenching around Michael’s cock as you whined and moaned. He fucked into you once more before having his own release, yelling out loudly at the wonderful sensations you were giving him. The redhead kissed your face once more before sliding out slowly, pulling the condom off his dick and tying it off, throwing it in the trash beside your bed.

You giggled and blushed when Michael pulled you into a spooning position for post-sex naked cuddles. You both were a bit sweaty, but he pulled the comforter over you like your own personal fort.

“I love you, Y/N.” he smiled.

“I love you too, Mikey,” You giggled sweetly. “Feelin’ better now?” You asked, running a hand through his sweaty, red hair.

“Mhm,” he yawned. “Think I could sleep now.”

You planted a kiss on his lips and then snuggled into his side. “Good night, Michael.” You whispered.

“Good night, Y/N.” Michael kissed your head and spooned you, holding you close like a teddy bear for the rest of the night.

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sentientgolfball · 5 months

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Wolf Moon

I hope no one is sick of genderfluid lunar cycle Rain

Read here or on Ao3

Pairing: Rulti

Word Count: 3940

Tags: murder ghouls, brief but kinda graphic gore, blood kink, semi-public, Rain is a diva if you squint, they fuck in a dirty bar bathroom

Summary: She was as much a perfectionist as she was vain, but the new outfit her pack gifted her was perfect for the evening of bar hopping. One night couldn't possibly ruin it, right?

Rain stands in front of her vanity. Her hair is pulled back, held in place by a simple pastel pink headband. She drums her claws against the top of it, eyeing her nude appearance with a pout. She’s tried on at least a dozen different outfits in the last ten minutes trying to find something to wear for the day. Every single one of them didn’t feel right as evidenced by the piles of discarded sweaters, skirts, button-ups, and whatever else she pulled out of her closet. No matter what combination she tried, nothing satisfied her. The bioluminescent spots on her shoulders and tail pulsed rapidly, making her frustration plain as day.

She sighed, dragging her hands across her face and digging the heels of her palms into her eyes. She was always one for maintaining her appearance, but even she had to admit this was getting ridiculous. Even so, she could never justify going out in an outfit that didn’t make her feel wholly herself. She was this close to texting Dew, letting him know she wouldn’t be joining the pack on their little bar outing. She knew he’d be disappointed, they all would, but Rain wasn’t feeling it.

She threw her clawed hands up in frustration before reaching for her phone at the edge of the vanity. Her eye caught something as she did. A brightly colored box sitting beside her desk.

How could she forget?

There was one outfit she hadn’t tried on in her sporadic costume changes. It was one she had never worn before, still too new for her to feel comfortable going out in it. It was a gift from the pack. They may not celebrate that human holiday, but it was fun to get each other nice things and oh had they gotten her nice things. Swiss got her the outfit that’s currently hidden in the gift box. Aurora and Cumulus pulled together and got her a basket of new makeup and skincare products. Phantom got her the headband currently in her hair. Mountain got her the leather boots sitting at the bottom of her closet. Dew got her the pearls that sit next to the rings from Cirrus in her little jewelry box. A little something from everybody. The only problem was, she was as much a perfectionist as she was vain. She cherished the gifts from her mates but she always hated using them right away for fear of them getting ruined. But today her vanity won.

She took the outfit from the box and immediately, without even putting it on, she knew it would be the one. Already she could picture the rounds of drinks she’d get from a quick wink and sly touch to some unsuspecting humans. Enough for the whole pack if she tried. Already she could see the perfect makeup to go with it. Smokey with a cat eyeliner and some cherry flavored lip gloss for when things got handsy. Mountain’s boots would match well. It was perfect. It was her.

She slipped on a pair of lacy panties before pulling the black stockings up her legs. She pulled the loose black sweater over her head and marveled at the low cut. Her neck and collarbones were well exposed, the pearls from Dew would look nice. The white mini skirt already made her waist look even better, but when she tucked the sweater in she felt the last bit of apprehension melt away. She looked good and she wasn’t even finished yet. She spun in the mirror checking herself out in every possible angle, smiling wider and wider with how satisfied she felt in the outfit.

She went to the bathroom where she keeps her hoard of makeup. She pulled out what she would need for the look she had in mind. She briefly scratched the stubble on her face toying with the idea of shaving, but decided against it. She quickly washed her face and got to work. She picked a shade that would look gorgeous both on her natural blue gray skin and her glamoured form.

She twisted the cap off the mascara. Holding the brush close to her eye, she looked up and blinked a few times before doing the same to the other eye. She examined her eyeliner to see if it needed to be sharpened before applying. Satisfied, she tugged gently at her lid. Her tail flicked behind her as she carefully filled in her waterline. Once she was done, she sifted through the top drawer looking for a brush to use for the eyeshadow. She landed on the one that looked like a rose, a gift from Mountain from years prior. She drew the brush through the pallet, collecting the color before softly swiping it over her eyelid. She ended up going with the smokey look.

When both eyes were finished she stepped back to take herself in. Rain tilted her head, chewing her lip trying to figure out what was missing.

“Oh!” She chirped when it dawned on her.

She pulled out her liquid liner and carefully drew a cat eye shape. Now it was perfect. She was perfect. Rain gathered her supplies and meticulously put them back exactly where they belonged before pulling out the little bottle of hair gel. She removed the headband from her hair, running her fingers through it a few times to fix it up a bit. She fiddled with it until she had a good wind-blown look that highlighted the waves in it. Rain scooped a small amount of gel onto her fingers and raked them through her hair one more time. Just enough to keep it exactly the way she wanted it.

She walked back out to her vanity, pulling out the jewelry box. She carefully clasped on the pearls from Dew, smiling at the way they shined against her neck. She slipped on a few rings, simple silver bands, one on each finger. All that was left was to throw on the boots from Mountain and Rain would be ready for the evening. She did one last look over the mirror. She smiled adorned with the gifts from her pack. Quite literally wrapped up in the love they had for her. She was gorgeous. She was herself.

She stalked out to the common room where the whole pack was gathered. All of them were in various stages of ready for the night of bar hopping. Swiss was almost finished and Cirrus was still in her pajamas. Rain went to the kitchen to get something to eat so she wouldn’t have to subject herself to shitty bar food. She grinned hearing the whistle from where Swiss was sitting.

“Lookin good princess! It’s about time you put that skirt on for me.”

“It’s not for you Swiss” she rolled her eyes, but her tone was light.

“Yeah? Then who’s it for?”

“Mountain.”

“Really?” The giant perks up from where he’s hunched over the kitchen counter.

“No. Well, maybe later. I just wanted to make him jealous” she whispers to Mountain.

Mountain chuckles and flicks her with his tail before turning his attention back to the joint he’s rolling.

“I heard that! So it is for me.”

“No” Rain walks back into the common area “It's actually for…”

She stops dead in her tracks, mouth drying up when she makes eye contact with Swiss. His shirt is still half unbuttoned as he sits with his head resting against his knuckles. His eyes are half closed and he smiles with all fang. Sly. Cocky. He devours her with one look.

Rain can feel it then. The fire in her gut, the ache in her fangs. The need to sink her teeth into something and not let go. Messy and possessive. She wanted to hunt. She swallows hard, tearing her eyes away from Swiss in a feeble attempt to quell the burn.

“It’s actually for the pack. Was gonna get us some free drinks tonight.”

“How considerate of you tadpole.”

The whiskey and tobacco scent of Swiss is so much stronger and Rain knows he’s right behind her. Her fangs throb desperate to sink into anything. She slinks away from him before he can make any contact. She knows it would’ve been over if he did. She heads back to the kitchen, grabbing an apple before going to her room.

“Text me when we’re leaving” she throws over her shoulder.

“Don’t you want dinner?” Mountain calls.

“Give my plate to Phantom.”

“Fuck yea!”

She closes her door and leans against it. She takes a few deep breaths and hisses before taking a generous bite of the apple. It’s not the same as sinking her teeth into prey, but she can’t exactly do that now. She was not going to ruin this outfit the very first time she wore it.

She checked the time on her phone and cursed. This was one of the many reasons she hated the winter months. The early sunset. The early moonrise. It wasn’t necessarily bad but on the rare occasion of the pack going out it was nothing more than a hindrance and tonight just so happened to be the first full moon of the new year. She knew it was tonight, she always knew what night it would happen, but she thought she could deal with it. Maybe even make use of it, but that relied on her making it out before the moon came out. The extra magick from the pull of the celestial body would make it difficult for her to glamour. The extra energy made her antsy, she wanted to run, chase, hunt.

A ding from her phone broke her from that thought. A text from Dew.

Still wanna go out? I know it’s tonight

Deep down she knew Dew would understand if she backed out. All of them would really, they’ve all been on the receiving end of Rain’s moon drunk mind.

I promised drinks, didn't I?

It was a dumb decision trying to be around humans on the full moon as a water ghoul, but she’d be damned if she got all dressed up and didn’t show off.

The ride to the bar was quick and Rain couldn’t have been more thankful. The combination of Swiss’ scent and the cramped seating made her unable to sit still. She couldn’t wait to let everything out on some unsuspecting humans. Once inside, the glamoured pack picked a booth in the back and settled. Mountain became the designated seat watcher as the ghouls deposited their loose items and filtered into the crowd.

Rain made a beeline for the bar. She sat on a stool at the end and ordered something small for herself. She scanned the crowd, looking for someone she could easily sink her claws into.

“This seat taken?”

Rain looked up to see a man gesturing to the stool next to her. She could smell it on him, in his blood. He was already buzzed. Looks like she wouldn’t need to work as hard as she thought.

“No, go right ahead” she flashed him a smile.

“I like your makeup. Makes your eyes pop.”

“Thank you” she takes a sip of her drink. It’s watered down and she fights not to gag, but it was cheap. She’d be able to get the good stuff soon enough.

The man calls the bartender over and orders something for himself.

“How about another one on me?”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that. We’ve only been talking for what? Two minutes?”

“What better way to get to know someone than over a few drinks?”

“Do you normally blow your money on people you want to know?”

“Only the pretty ones.”

Rain almost rolls her eyes, but takes the opportunity and orders. They talk for a while if you could even call it that. All she does is nod, smile, laugh here and there, and occasionally ask a question to feign interest. She keeps him talking, keeps him loose and light. Keeps ordering. Eventually, he’s drunk enough he has no apprehension when she asks him to buy a round for her friends with some lie that it was Mountain’s birthday and she didn’t have the money to pay for all of them. She catches Cumulus’ eye when the drinks are brought to the booth they claimed and she blows Rain a kiss.

She feels that ache in her fangs again and her adrenaline spikes at the successful performance. Normally she’d slip away and start again with a different human enjoying the chase as much as the reward, but the moon’s influence made Rain throw caution to the wind. She started to get handsy with him, wanting to see how far she could push it. Wanted to see if she could beat her record for how many drinks she got for the pack in one night. She kept him laughing. Kept him drinking. Kept him ordering.

Maybe her plan was working a little too well. He reeked of alcohol when he got closer to Rain. She wasn’t sure if he just had that much or the full moon was allowing her water ghoul sense out even through the glamour. His movements were sluggish and his words slurred as he tried to return the small touches Rain had been giving for the better part of the night. He tried to reach out and pull her closer to him, but he miscalculated how far she was. He ended up knocking a half-empty glass over and right onto Rain. She stared at the rapidly growing stain on her white skirt, white-hot rage flowing through her veins.

“‘M sorry bout that. Let me…whoa you good?”

“Course I am. It was just a little spill” she says through gritted teeth.

“You sure? You look gray.”

She swiped her tongue over her teeth feeling the fangs rapidly growing. She stood abruptly.

“I’m going to go clean up.”

“Wait” he called, standing up and stumbling after her “lemme help you. Least I can do.”

She didn’t even hear him over the roaring in her ears as she stalked to the bathroom. She knew he was following but she couldn’t give two shits right now. That is until he tried to do exactly as he said he would. She tried to slam the door closed before he came in, but he weaseled his way inside, locking the door.

“Fuck off.”

“Come onnnn it’s my fault let me help.”

“Yes it is your fault that’s exactly why I want you to leave.”

He only stepped closer. Rain could feel the last hold on her glamour slipping.

“I said fuck off.”

“At least let me pay for it.”

He grabs her wrist and Rain can only see red. She drops her glamour completely and shoves him against the door. She clamps a hand over his mouth, digging her claws into his flesh. She sinks her fangs deep into his artery letting the blood dribble down her chin. She clenches her jaw, tearing meat from his throat as he tries to scream. He gurgles and chokes on his own blood. It coats the fingers Rain has over his mouth. She snaps her head back, tearing out muscle and swallowing. Blood erupts from what used to be a neck making his and Rain’s fronts slick as a puddle forms below them. She could care less about the mess. Her outfit was already ruined. She drinks from his artery until the man slumps onto the floor. He looks up at her with blank eyes.

“What? You said you wanted to pay for it.”

Blood is splattered across the back of the door and on the floor. The man’s body sits in a puddle of it. Rain sees the gore on her skirt and growls. She kicks the lifeless body. She swipes her tongue over her maw, letting the metallic taste wash over her and sate anger.

“Tadpole what the fuck?”

She whips around coming face to face with Swiss. He quickly relocks the door stepping over the body to get to Rain.

“What did that jackoff do to you?”

“He ruined the outfit you got me” she gestures to the original stain now completely hidden under copious amounts of blood.

“Mhm right yeah understandable but did ya have to kill him inside. Aurora and Phantom are losing their minds out there at the smell.”

“Since when were you sensible?”

“Since Aether didn’t come and Mountain and Cirrus are trying to wrestle our new summons outside.”

Rain rolls her eyes.

“We gotta clean this up before the humans find out. I really don’t wanna have to break you out of a cop car. Once was enough.”

“Hey I’m not Dew! I’m not dumb enough to get caught.”

Swiss stares at her incredulously and gestures to the body currently marinating in its own blood. She doesn’t know if it’s the influence of the moon’s pull or the rage still simmering in her, but the moment Swiss reaches to grab the body she pounces and slams him against the wall.

“Rain” he warns.

“Swiss” she huffs “I can smell it on you.”

She noses where his scent gland would be under the glamour. He swallows hard.

“Clean the murder scene first.”

Deep down she knew he was right, he was only looking out for her, but she couldn't care less at the moment. She was wired from the original chase, the taste of blood, the arousal coming in waves off Swiss despite how sensible he tried to be. Normally she’d agree. Normally she wouldn’t make such a mess. Normally it would be quick and quiet save for the initial splash of water. But the moon was whispering to her, telling her she was an unstoppable force of nature. She was still ravenous. She had to get rid of the energy before she’d be any real help.

She drags her fangs over Swiss’ neck before licking a stripe up to his lips.

“Rain come on” he tries to keep his voice steady, strong but he can't stop himself from twitching against her.

She drags her hand up his leg and palms him through his jeans “You’re hard.”

“And you’re covered in blood” he hisses before shoving his tongue down her throat.

“Doesn’t take much for you does it? Thought you were being sensible” she pants, grinding her thickening cock against his.

“Shut it and make it quick you little siren.”

She grins before shoving her tongue into his mouth. She licks against his tongue, making him taste the remnants of her hunt. She presses her body flush to his, still grinding against him. He groans feeling her claws dig into his wrists. She nips at his bottom lip, chasing the bit of blood that bubbles up.

She grabs a fist full of hair and pulls, bullying him towards the sink without breaking contact. She pushes him against it and cages him in with her arms. She breaks from the kiss, trailing her lips across his jaw. She sucks right at the juncture between his ear and jaw making Swiss keen. Rain sucks and bites down on his neck as her fingers come up and undo the top few buttons of his shirt. She pulls the fabric back just enough to kiss across his collarbone on one side and pinch his nipple on the other.

“I fucking love it when you get like this” Swiss sighs, slipping his hand up her skirt.

He squeezes her cock through her panties making her pull back with a hiss. She makes quick work of his belt, shoving his pants and boxers down over his thighs. She flips him over in a show of strength that has Swiss grunting in surprise. She spares a glance up and fucking throbs at the sight. Her covered in blood, leaning over a half glamoured Swiss somehow making him look so small despite how large he really is. Rain catches his eye and just like before in the common area it’s all over.

She brings two fingers to his hole, gasping when she feels how wet he is.

“What? You act like you’re the only one with water. The moon affects us all Rainy” he wiggles his hips back towards her fingers.

“Lord’s below” she swipes her fingers through his slick, gathering a generous amount.

With her free hand, she pulls her panties down letting her cock spring free. Rain hoists up her skirt and jacks herself, spreading the pre already pooling at the tip and Swiss’ slick over her dick. She holds herself at the base, squeezing a little as she brings the head to Swiss’ waiting hole. She pushes the tip in, hissing at the tightness.

“You’re so fucking wet you didn’t even need my hands.”

Swiss moans low at the stretch, burning just enough to feel good, perfectly mixing pain and pleasure. She was right. He was so wet he could already feel it dripping down the back of his thighs and she was only halfway in. He loved being a multi ghoul.

Once she bottomed out she wasted no time in chasing her release, immediately setting a brutal pace. She pulled almost all the way out before slamming back into him over and over. The stink of blood and the feel of Swiss’ tight wet hole already has her losing her mind. She hunches over him, leaning on the sink with her elbows as she fucks hard into him.

Swiss moans a string of curses with every pass of her cock against his prostate. He’ll have bruises on his hips tomorrow with the force she’s slamming him against the sink. She adjusts her position, finding an angle that hits him deeper.

“Fucking shit Rainy. There right there yeah” his hand finds his cock and he jacks himself with each of Rain’s thrusts.

“‘M close” she spits through gritted teeth “gonna fucking cum. Give you something to think about till we’re back in the den.”

Swiss clenches hard around her and she swears she sees stars. The sound of slick skin against skin fills the small bathroom as Rain erratically grinds into him. She pulls out once more, going rigid when she sinks back in. She screws her eyes shut with a groan as she shoots deep into him with little twitches of her hips.

She only takes a moment to catch her breath before slapping Swiss’ hand away. She takes his dick in her own hand, pulling and squeezing him until he’s spilling all over her knuckles. She milks every last drop out of him until he’s gasping and grabbing her wrist, begging her to stop.

Rain pulls out of Swiss slowly, marveling at the mix of slick and cum that drips out of his ass. She snickers and tucks herself back into her panties. Swiss sits up stretching his back with a pop. He pulls his boxers and pants back and buckles his belt.

“You better make good on that promise.”

“Hm?”

“Oh don’t worry” she gives him a quick yet filthy kiss “I don’t plan on letting you go when you’re like this.”

She gropes his ass and laughs at the wetness soaking through already.

“As hot as that is, I was talking about this” he motions to the gore covered body in the corner.

“Oh. Shit.”

“Yeah oh shit is right. Now come on, let's get rid of this so you can pound me into your mattress.”

She smiles at him “How are we going to do this without getting caught?”

Swiss thinks for a moment “How much convincing do you think it would take to get Phantom to eat it?”

#the band ghost #nameless ghouls #ghost bc #rain ghoul #swiss ghoul #swiss x rain #rulti #mdni #the band ghost fic #golfball writes

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coryothesub · 2 months

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To continue with the idea of Coryo wearing girly things, maybe Coryo will be caught wearing the reader's makeup.

Not me thinking about Coryo in makeup all day, because he would look stunning!

nsfw / mdni / sub!coryo / softdom!reader

Coryo had disappeared inside your bedroom a while ago and you started to get curious about what he’d been up to.

You opened the door and found him holding the mirror and looking at himself, wearing your makeup. Your beauty bag was laying beside him, all of its contents scattered on your bed.

You couldn't say it was the best makeup look, no, not at all, you could see that he’d been trying to apply your blue eyeshadow combining it with your orange lipstick. The colors were terribly mismatched and you could see he didn't have quite enough training in applying makeup too.

Coryo's eyes widened and he threw the mirror away as soon as he noticed your presence. He thought he'd get punished for taking your things without permission, but something about his clownish look made you feel soft inside.

“Oh Coryo,” you said, crawling into the bed and straddling his thighs. “Not so good at this…”

You spoke in a soft voice, not wanting to offend him. You just wanted to bring out his true potential of looking stunning in make up.

The blonde man pouted, but his face lit up again when you caressed his cheek and reached for the makeup removal tissues.

“It's okay, baby. Do you want mommy to make you beautiful?”

Coryo nodded and you started wiping the makeup off his face gently. He was looking up at you, so sweet and compliant, you loved it when he trusted you like that.

You finished cleaning him off and gathered your makeup items, trying to figure out the best possible combo. Then you brushed some curls off Coryo's forehead and gave him a little kiss.

“You look perfect just the way you are babyboy,” at that moment you were truly speaking from your heart.

“But if we want to spice it up a bit, I think a black eyeliner would fit you well. Should we try it?”

Coryo gave you another nod and you found the eyeliner in the bag.

“Now close your eyes!” You whispered.

Coryo obliged and you started applying the liner along his lashline, you had forgotten how tricky it was to put makeup on another person and the liner slipped a few times making you both giggle.

“Looks like we're going for some smokey eye,” you chuckled and blurred the lines along his lashline, making him look like a gothic angel.

Your heart skipped a beat when Coryo opened his eyes. He looked so hot, the dark liner bringing out his icy blue eye color perfectly. You couldn't believe that putting on a little makeup on your twink boyfriend would make your pussy tingle, but here you were.

“Do I look good mommy?” Coryo asked curiously.

“Hotter than ever,” you purred, eating him up with a lustful gaze and pressing your lips against his in a hot kiss.

Coryo grinned, running his hands up your thighs, he was catching up on how his makeup look made you feel and he certainly enjoyed it.

“Now, let's finish it off with a little lip color,” you brushed your thumb over his lips that were always so deliciously pink by nature so all they needed just was a bit of your rosy lip gloss.

The boy closed his eyes waiting patiently for you to apply it, you just couldn't contain yourself with his lips looking so plump and delicious and judging by the growing bulge in his pants the whole process was a turn on for him too.

A few moments later Coryo was laying on top of you, his big cock buried deep inside your cunt as you were looking into his smokey eyes that looked simply mesmerizing as he watched you with adoration.

Coryo kept leaving little kisses wherever he could reach and soon your face, neck and breasts were covered in sticky lipstick marks, leaving the lipgloss deliciously smudged around his mouth.

“Oh, baby, fucking me so good…” you praised him, feeling your climax approaching.

Your legs wrapped around his hips as you were looking to enhance the feeling of his hard cock hitting against your sweet spot.

Coryo sped up the pace as you tensed up your muscles making your wet walls clench around him causing him to moan against your lips.

“Oh Coryo!” You screamed his name while cumming all over his dick and drenching it in your juices.

Your pussy convulsing around him brought Coryo over the edge and he filled your cunt with ropes of thick cum while whispering profanities against your lips.

You stayed like this for a while, wrapped in each other's arms panting blissfully, you felt like you could disappear into his baby blue eyes.

“You look fucking gorgeous, Coriolanus!”

“I guess that means only one thing,” he gave you the prettiest smile. “Mommy should make me beautiful more often.”

#thank you for the ask #coriolanus snow #young coriolanus snow #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus x you #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow x you #thg #the hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas #thg tbosas #blurb #cts ask

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michellemisfit · 7 months

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Theme 27: 🫦 Smokey Shamey 🫦

I hope @gallacrafts will indulge my curveball take on the Smokey Shamey theme, as I rock up with some: Smokey Eye Make Up Looks

DEBBIE

To me Debbie will always be the little girl who never got that princess party she dreamt of, hence a pink smokey cat-eye, finished with pink glitter highlights.

MANDY

I am leaning into Season 6 Mandy, with a classic black liquid liner cat-eye and a matt grey smokey eyeshadow. Understated and classy, while still being playful and sexy.

KEVIN

There is nothing more durable than a smokey eye in brown, blended out to skin colour - one of my favourite make ups for a rainy day at the farm, because it will still look pretty decent by the end. Solid and dependable, just like Kevin!

IAN

I’m normally a big fan of contrast colours, but if you’re a redhead with pretty green eyes then you lean into that green as hard as you can!! We’ve got two shades of green (light on the lid, dark in the crease), blended out into a shimmery gold, green eyeliner on the lower lid, and black eyeliner & mascara on the upper.

MICKEY

And finally we have the OG black kohl smokey eye - perfect for our little trash panda! You want your black eyeshadow to be highly pigmented, and don’t be afraid to get a bit messy with it. You’re a Milkovich, not a Chanel model! On top of the black eyeshadow we have some black glitter, for depth. And of course it wouldn’t be a Mickey look without some characterful brows and chewed pink lips!!

And then of course post Season 4 we get Mickey ‘I Just Want Everyone Here To Know I’m Fucking Gay’ Milkovich, the bravest little thug muffin on the South Side, deserving a special rainbow smokey eye look in his honour!

Some make up ramblings behind the cut, for anyone interested :)

I get most of my make up from the cheap counter at whatever pharmacy I'm in - teen brands are great for cheap yet decent quality items! However I do have some preference in terms of performance for certain things. I love my EcoTools make up brushes. You can pick up a pack of 5 brushes for a tenner, but if you can find the set of 2 double headed brushes - Eye Enhancing Duo Brush Set - you've got all you need for a smokey eye look in two handy brushes! I've been using mine for years with no bristle loss or decrease in quality. Very very happy with those! Eyeshadow - I'm a slut for a MAC pallet. They're not all as good as each other, and occasionally you get an eyeshadow that barely leaves any pigment on your skin and it's infuriating! But 80% of their colours are great. And you can buy colours individually on their website / at a MAC make up counter, and then you can fit them into a non branded make up pallet you pick up at amazon or your local pharmacy for a couple of quid, allowing you to put together you're perfect personal pallet! Barry M does little pots of loose pigment in ALL the colours of the rainbow, called Dazzle Dust, and they are amazing!! Please do take a few days of experimenting if you are not used to working with loose pigment, as it can get MESSY lol A good trick is to go heavy on powder foundation under your eye prior to starting your eye make up, so any loose pigment catches on a layer of powder that you can then just brush off with a big powder brush.

I also have little pots of glitter (purchased from a craft store) in all the colours of the rainbow and a small bottle of stage make up adhesive. You will find there's a million different glitter adhesive gels and fix it sprays, some of them may be amazing, however many of them are going to work the exact same way as a simple application of some vaseline would. Depending on the effect I want I either use a small paint brush to very precisely apply glue and glitter pieces (glitter eyeliner, cut brows with glitter lines, individual glitter dots), or alternatively I use a lip gloss or similar sticky clear substance and sprinkle the glitter (for glitter blush, glitter temples etc.)

I have bought many a mascara promising many a thing (longer, thicker, fuller, rounder, magic in some way or other) and honestly, I have never been able to tell the difference between their performances. As long as it doesn't clump and go tacky after a week of use, it's fine by me.

For eyeliners - I have a few choice colours in MAC, but for the essentials I love essence cosmetics, which are one of the teen brands I mentioned above. Their liquid liner pens (24ever ink liner for example) are some of the best I've ever used, and they're like £2.50 each. Otherwise, I like eye pencils you can sharpen for the exact precision I desire, not the waxy sticks inside a plastic case that you operate like a mechanical pencil. Those are a big no no.

Okay, that's all I can think of on the fly.

Please add your favourite make up brands and tips and tricks in the comments! I love to learn from other people!

#Gallacrafts #Theme 27 #Smokey Shamey #Mys face #make up #make up looks #smokey eye

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 2 years

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Bestie! Can I jump on this Kenma voiceover? Cause like Kuroo mentioning YN doing a video about blending on her channel alludes to that he watches her videos. So just imagine that Kuroo knows more of what's going on.

Kenma: Ok, now she's taking some stick thing and putting black on her eye? Why does she need to have black around her eye?

Kuroo: It's eyeliner. Oh! Is it liquid or a kohl eyeliner?

Kenma: What are you talking about? Anyway, now she's blending some powder on the bottom part of her eye? Is that eyeshadow? No, it can't be, eye shadow goes on the top part. What is she doing?

Kuroo: OMG! Is she doing that smokey look she said she was gonna try out? In her last video, she got a new eyeshadow palette and said it would be perfect for a smokey eye, everyone is waiting to see how it looks!

Kenma: She got new makeup?

Kuroo: Yeah, she got that new Natasha Denona eyeshadow palette for like ¥18,000

Kenma: ¥18,000?!?! YN! What is an eyeshadow palette and why does it cost more than one of my games?

*Kenma leaves room to find YN*

Kuroo: Alright, now that he's gone, let's see what YN is doing. Oh! She IS doing that smokey eye look. Wow, those eyeshadows look so pigmented and buttery. Good choice, YN. Perfect fall smokey eye. Oh, now she's cleaning up the look with concealer.

Cue on the highest rated videos YN has on her channel.

BHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHA 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 NOT KUROO JUST JUMPING IN TO TAKE OVER 😫😫😫😫😫 Wait- wait this is fantastic!!

*Kenma is out talking to you about your recent purchases 😬 just say you got it in a PR package and hide the receipt 👀

Kuroo: ok guys let's just trust the process on this blend. Seriously I know it looks like crap know but it will be seamless in a second

*a few minutes later* SpongeBob animation voice

Kuroo: see, I told you. It looks like butter on the skin. Perfection! And now she's going in with the glitter glue, oh my god guys she's adding glitter!!!!

*kenma returns*

Kenma: YN says she got that palette in a PR package

*Kuroo looking at Kenma skeptical*

Kuroo: oh did she now? Because just a few days ago she said it "wAs HeR dReAm" to be on Natasha Denona's PR list....

You: KUROO WILL YOU SHUT UP!!

Kenma: dang who knew Kuroo watching your YouTube videos could be so helpful

Kuroo: I've learned so much Kenma is RIDICULOUS!

#my lovely bbys #spooky anon #live action headcannons 🤣#follower headcannons

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strangelyxmagical · 1 year

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Chapter 2 : First Day pt.2

After class ended , Addison decided to show me around campus. That being our only class of the day, we were free to explore the grounds. She showed me the different dorm buildings for models, actors, directors, stunt doubles, screenwriters, aspiring pop stars, and fashion designers like herself. There is a workshop on campus so if you want to become well-known and build clientele , you would go there. The campus was massive, being centered in the middle of Hollywood, there was so much to do and see. Addison told me about all the popular date spots and clubs that I absolutely had to try, and with each minute, my excitement to find my place at Hollywood U grew tenfold. “So Alexis, how has your first day of classes been? All that you hoped for?” Addison sports a huge grin on her face as she walks beside me back to my dorm.

“It was… definitely eventful. I still can’t believe this is real to be completely honest,” I reply back with a small laugh. “ I’m still waiting for my alarm to go off and I wake up in my bed back in New Mexico.”

“Well, what if I told you, this night didn’t have to end yet?” Mischief twinkled in her eyes and I knew that she was definitely planning something up her sleeve.

I stopped walking and tilted my head curiously at her. “ Oh, yeah? What did you have in mind?” I mean, it’s not like I had anything planned. Plus, maybe I could get to know the place better and meet some more people.

“Remember that club I mentioned earlier? Well… I may have already told my friend Ethan that you’d come with me and meet us there! Plus, he’s a manager and you’d be the perfect client for him to take on. I promise you’ll love him, and you’ll get to affiliate yourself with more celebs in Hollywood. It’s the best place to meet people.” She definitely didn’t run this by me earlier when she mentioned the club, but I had to agree with her. It did sound like it be fun, and a great opportunity.

Smiling I reply, “ you know what? I’m down , that sounds like it should be fun! What time were you thinking?”

“ … 9 pm ..” she has a sheepish look across her face. Not only did she not tell me about the event but that means we have an hour and a half to get ready for it. I send her a false angry glare before we both break into a laugh.

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“Wow, you look hot!”

“Addison, this is so cute! You made this?!” I stared at the black black mini dress in awe. It was satin and had a beautiful corset that showed off my figure very well. The hem stopped just at the middle of my thighs, showing off my caramel skin. It looked like it could be featured on a runway model and go for thousands.

“Made by yours truly,” pride flooding her voice. You can tell she put a lot of time and attention to detail, and it definitely paid off. “ you can keep it, it looks stunning on you!”

“Are you sure? This is beautiful!” My make up accented the dress perfectly, black Smokey eyes with a monochromatic highlight. My grey eyes called for attention, the eyeliner and mascara only adding to the effect. I gave her a huge hug , amazed at her generosity she’s shown on my first day.

“Of course! Now we need to go before we are late to meet Ethan. He’s our gateway in,” she laughs before dragging me out the door, but not before I could grab my purse and keys.

As our taxi pulled in front of the club, we could clearly see it was packed beyond belief. The line at the door wrapped completely around the building as people waited to get access inside. The music was loud, the bass causing the ground to vibrate. A girl in a gold dress and her two friends walks right up to the bouncer without a care in the world , as if they owned the place. The bouncer simply opens the velvet rope and lets them inside without a hassle. Once inside, he goes back to guarding the door as people beg to get inside. As we stepped out of the cab , I took a moment to look around at the city life around me. So this is Hollywood, I thought. Smiling to myself, I was almost taken aback by the tug in my arm as Addison started to pull me to follow her. “Ethan! Over here!” I turn just in time to see a man in an expensive Armani suit walk towards us with a grin plastered on his lips. He had a dimple in his cheek and dark skin the color of chocolate.

“Hey I got this as usual, follow me.” The man walks right up to the bouncer and stands in front of the velvet rope blocking the entrance. He flashes a charming smile, “ Big D, my favorite security professional! How’s your screenplay going?”

The bouncer greets Ethan energetically, a drastic change from his previous demeanor. “ Ethan! Sharkaggedon is coming along well, just gotta tighten up the second act.”

“You finish that up ,and call me Diego. I’m having lunch with Joss Whedon next week,” Ethan Replies back with a grin.

“Sure thing E, enjoy your night!” Diego unclamps the velvet rope and let’s us through the door. Groans pass behind us as we enter and the rope is clasped back into place.

“You know Joss Whedon?” I speak up , walking beside the pair.

“Well, technically I’m meeting his dog walker but an ins and in, right?” We make it to the bar and Ethan’s attention is on us. “Addison, beautiful as always.” He sends her a warm smile and I peep the blush that paints her cheeks. He turns towards me. “Alexis , it’s nice to meet you!”

“You know who I am?” I ask stunned.

“ it’s my job to know everyone in this town,” he replies back.

“ Alexis, this is Ethan. He’s one of the hottest up and coming junior agents, and technically a student still at Hollywood U. I was lucky enough to grab him as my agent as well, he’s been a huge help!”Addison radiates happiness as she speaks so highly of Ethan, and I smile back at the two.

“It’s nice to officially meet you Ethan,” I say as stand with the clearly infatuated pair.

Addison looks around and says,” look at this place! They went all out for the Fireman inferno premiere.”

“ Flaming shots, fire jugglers… they even have a two story firemen pole in the middle of the club!” Ethan Exclaimed.

Addison roller her eyes. “ And little Miss Entiled Bianca Stone is sliding down it.” There was definitely some hidden tension between Addison and the girl. I didn’t ask, she’ll tell me if she wants to. As she slides down, pyrotechnics go off . She lands on the ground and flaunts about how amazing she is while the club applauds and shouts in praise. “okay, someone needs to one up her, take her off her high horse.”

“ I’ll do it,” I say with a smirk. I never minded bringing someone’s ego back down to earth. Plus, I’ve totally been dying to try the pole since walking through the door of the club. I make my way to the top and grasp the pole. I I flip upside down an ride it to the bottom as the pyrotechnics go off. “ who’s catching fire now?!” I laugh as I land on the bottom , playfully bowing at the round of applause’s and cheers from other patrons.

“Alexis, that was awesome!” Ethan and Addison surround me in shock and excitement. “Definitely time for drinks, let’s get this party started,” Addison does a little dance while heading back towards the bar. I get in line, and once I get to the front, the bartender completely ignores me.

“ Um.. hello? Bartender, over here?” I shout over the music but to no avail. They are completely and openly ignoring my calls. I stand at the bar hopelessly waiting to get their attention.

“Long wait?” A voice speaks from behind me. I turn and come face to face with a handsome man with brown hair and eyes to match.

“ Good luck trying to get their attention. They won’t even look this way and it’s been 10 minutes.” I sigh in defeat, resting my arms on the counter. With a wink, he turns towards the bartender with a raised hand and to my surprise, they immediately rushed towards us.

“Single malt. Neat. And something for my friend here…what’ll you have?”

My mind still in shock, I named the first thing I could think of. “ Sex on the beach.” Realizing what I said I blushed. The mystery man smiled and added that to the order. “ I can’t believe you were able to get their attention so easily! I’ve been waiting forever.”

“ I’d like to say it’s my charm, but in all honesty they probably just recognized me.” He smiles, flashing his pearly whites.

“Wait..” I pause as it suddenly hit me who I was speaking to. “ you’re Chris Winters? As in ‘Terrorist Sqaud’ , ‘The Last Lumberjack’ and now ‘Fireman Inferno’ ?!” Addison was not kidding when she said this is a celeb hotspot. I can’t believe I just ran into THE Chris Winters.

“That’s me.” He flashes a smile again. The bartender comes back with our drinks and we clink glasses. “ Cheers, welcome to Hollywood! So, first day?”

“Wow, am I that obvious?” Cue the blush again. I take a sip of my drink to hide it.

“Well, you let a complete stranger cut in front of you in line, that was a dead giveaway. What’s your name?”

“Alexis, nice to meet you,” I reply back. Chris goes to pay for our drinks but I stop him. “No let me. You helped me get it in the first place, it’s the least I could do.”

“Well Alexis, it was nice chatting, a good dose of reality.Maybe I’ll see you around.” He goes to walk away with another warm smile. I turn back to the crowd planning to find Addison and Ethan when cameras flash back to back, blinding me. Questions about Chris Winters spiral at me and the crowd closes in. I get pushed right into someone, none other than: Bianca Stone.

She screams as her champagne flute tips all over her dress ruining it. “ My crystal! MY DRESS! You did that on purpose!” She huffs as her entourage flanks either side of her.

“I’m so sorry, that was an accident!” I apologize for knocking into her. Where did the cameras come from? Bianca looks furious, and no amount of apologies will wipe the look from her face.

“ You’re going to regret this. Wrong move new girl.” Her anger was simmering behind her eyes like molted lava. Behind her , her entourage mimicked her threat.

“SECURITY!” The man next to her yells out. “ there’s a women her causing distress. She needs to be removed immediately!” The group smirks as two burly men make their way through the crowd to escort me out. They wave gooOnce I’m out on the side walk , the close the door in my face. Diego looks at my with a hint of pity before masking his features.

“Alexis, are you okay?? We saw you getting taken out by security! What the hell happened?” Addison and Ethan burst through the closed door after me. Panic was across their faces as if it was them that got tossed out.

“Yeah I’m fine, that girl is crazy though. I now understand the “ Miss Entitled” comment.” Rolling my eyes, I release a laugh. “ Wow, tossed out of the club on my first day!” A silence fell between us as the two shared a look, then the group broke out laughing. Addison grinned as we walked towards Ethan’s Porsche to end the night and head home.

“Welcome to Hollywood Alexis.”

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Superbat Fic Rec List, The Batman (2022) Edition

saw some ppl say they couldn’t find the battinson superbat fics so I compiled some of my faves here :3c

- its a mix of fics that take place directly in The Batman (2022) universe and fics that clearly were inspired by that version of Bruce - some are finished and some are wips -

thick on the strokes - jessequicksters

It’s just, well, from the second he stepped into the apartment and saw Bruce standing there, white shirt with his top buttons open, slightly scuffed hair, and the thick black eyeliner on his face, smokey shadows, looking through his heavy lashes at Clark, he kind of just—lost it.

Son of The Sun Meets The Beloved Dark Knight - ArkaZiyad

As if things aren't bizarre enough around here, Bruce Wayne finally, for the first time, meets a man in red and blue who can float and fly without wings.

North Star - psychobabblers

When Superman returns to Metropolis from a space trip, he quickly gets up to speed on the past few years, especially the recent disaster in Gotham and the rise of a mysterious figure whom people are calling Batman. He wants to help, but Gotham is hurting right now, and Superman may do more harm than good. In the end, it may be Clark Kent who is needed to save the day.

Nobody's Perfect - Mawiiish

Nobody's perfect - not even Superman. Clark screws up sometimes, he makes mistakes. He just wishes he hadn't let his frustration out on Bruce.

Sun and moon - Speechless_since_1998

Bruce doesn't want to be here. He had never liked to be seen, to be the center of attention. He could handle it like Batman - fear was another weapon to use - but when he was just Bruce Wayne, no costume and no mask, he felt exposed, weak.

The looks on him were greedy, they all wanted something.

The weird goth kid - pizzz_10

Battison (Robert Pattinson’s Batman) ends up in a different universe, where there’s another Bruce Wayne and Alien. Clark gushes how cute he is and Bruce is getting sick of his younger’s self shit.

Ignite - elizabethgee

A slow burn get together fic. Picks up right after The Batman (2022) ends.

in virtue than in vengeance - fakescorpion (SiZodiac)

Five days after the flood caused by the Riddler, the Bat notices an anomaly.

Midpoint - doubleuvvw

And so here they are now, standing in the cave with Bruce peering up at him like a frightened little child, and something is gnawing in the pit of Clark's stomach. An ugly realization that somehow he has turned into the source of Bruce's distress.

Those were the Early Days - crow_coward

Before Clark had worked out of the kinks of being Superman, and before Gotham called him Batman, they were just to young adults trying to figure it out. Clark needs advice and Bruce needs a friend. This wasn't how they expected to find it.

#superbat #superbat fic rec

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get-the-paddles81 · 2 years

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Are You Sure? A Resus Fantasy

(This is a dark/kinky story I posted years ago on that other site that Tumblr doesn't like us linking to. NSFW)

“Are you sure?” “I'm sure.”

“I've been dreaming about this.”

“Me too.”

Ellen smiled and kissed me. She flipped her long raven black hair out of her face, batted an eyebrow, then reached over and flicked the power on the EKG monitor.

I began to strip out of my street clothes. She grabbed my arms and began to assist. First unbuttoning my shirt, then pulling my t-shirt over my head. Before I could reach for my pants, she pushed me towards the bed next to the monitor. I sat.

She pulled out a packet of EKG tabs, tore them open, and began applying them to my chest one by one. The cool gel at the center of each sent a rush of adrenaline through my system and sped up my heart beat. She connected them to the monitor next to her bed.

71 beats per minute.

Ellen smiled and rubbed at the crotch of my pants.

“Already getting excited, are we?”

I didn't need to answer. She could feel.

“Lay down.”

I obeyed.

“I want to tie you down.”

We had not discussed this.

“Why?” “For me.”

It didn't seem like the biggest concession in the world.

“Okay.”

She reached into the same drawer that had housed her EKG tabs, and produced a set of soft, black rope handcuffs. First she restrained my right wrist to the head board of the bed, then my left.

Running her hand down my body, she unzipped my pants and pulled them down, spending an agonizingly long time slowly rubbing over my hardening cock.

Down to my undershorts, she climbed atop me and kissed me again.

“I'll be back. Don't go anywhere.”

I chuckled.

As she disappeared behind the closed door to her bathroom, I focused on the EKG, reading every one of my heart beats. I'd never fallen into the category of a cardiophile – I was chasing the resus - but in the moment, I found it entrancing.

Minutes passed, and my heart beat slowed. I felt drowsy.

Why was I getting so tired?

65 beats per minute.

60.

55.

50.

Ellen called from the bathroom.

“Almost ready. Don't arrest until I get back.”

Arrest? Again, this is not what we had discussed. She was supposed to stop my heart with the paddles.

I tried to pull at the restraints, but I was too weak.

The door opened.

Ellen had changed some of the ground rules, but she didn't deviate from my requests for her attire

Knee-high patent leather stiletto boots. Fishnet stockings with garters connected to black crotchless panties. A pastel blue corset. Her raven hair pulled back tight. Thick black eyeliner – winged - with smokey eyelids and long, false lashes. Heavy, dark blush. Jet black lips. A tiny diamond stud on her right nostril and a diamond hoop in her septum.

My domantrix doctor.

“How do I look?”

I struggled to get words out.

“Perfect. Am I dying?”

“Yes, but I'm going to bring you back.”

She came to my bedside. God, she was perfect.

“I put something in your drink at dinner. Slow acting. We've still got some time.”

She pulled down my undershorts. My heart was slowing, but my cock was still rock hard.

“Better make sure these are ready to go.”

Ellen produced several syringes from her special drawer. She laid it out next to the defibrillator.

Then she grabbed the paddles.

“I don't know if I want your heart to stop first, or if I want to stop it.”

I tried to speak. I couldn't.

40 beats per minute.

“Lady's choice. First thing's first though.”

She laid her jet black lips to my unresponsive ones, kissing and tugging at them with her teeth. Grinding on my cock.

She eased her hips over me and slid down my shaft.

As she sat on my cock, she leaned over and grabbed the conductive gel. Slathering it on, she then rubbed the pads together and slid them onto my chest.

35 beats per minute.

She started bouncing on my cock.

Harder.

Faster.

30 beats per minute.

She moaned loud.

If my heart had been working properly, I know I would've enjoyed the orgasm more.

She kept working my cock as it dry heaved deep inside her.

“My turn.”

She slid off, and in the smoothest motion I've ever seen, set the defibrillator to charge to 200 joules, placed the paddles on my chest, and shocked me.

For 15 years, I'd wondered if being shocked would feel as good as it looked.

It did.

The electricity tore through me. The sensation was incredible - I felt it in every part of my body. I could hardly contain the pleasure. Like the best orgasm I'd ever had, just moments ago, but multiplied by 50.

My eyes relaxed. They stared straight up. I could no longer move them.

The EKG rang out – asystole.

Ellen put the paddles back in the cradle.

“You're mine now.”

She rubbed the gel over me for another moment, matting it in the hairs on my chest.

I couldn't look, but I could hear – she went back to her drawer.

She re-entered my vision with a straight blade and an ET tube.

Goddamnit, she was amazing – she was going to intubate me.

“I've not intubated anyone in a while – tell me if it hurts.”

Even while I was lying on her bed, clinically dead, she was the funniest woman I'd ever met.

She stroked my cheek lovingly.

I felt the blade go in my mouth and the tube go down inside me. She secured it with a Thomas holder.

Expecting her to start bagging me, she leaned in and wrapped her black lips around the tube and blew in.

I wanted to orgasm again.

She blew in one more time, then nuzzled close to me and nibbled at my ears a bit.

“I have to put a back board under you. CPR is worthless on a soft mattress.”

Out of my vision she went.

She rolled me towards the EKG, so I could see myself flatlining.

The backboard was cold.

“Alright, are you ready?”

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6...

Ellen crushed my heart between my sternum and my spine. I enjoyed it less than the shocks, but I loved watching her tower over me. Her eyes locked to mine. My life completely in her hands.

“Here comes the Epi. This stuff is expensive. Please don't make me use two.”

She slammed the needle into my heart. It stung.

As she pressed the plunger on the syringe, I felt warmth spreading though my torso.

More compressions. Her perfect breasts bounced beneath the cradle of her corset.

She wrapped her lips around my ET tube and blew in two more times.

“Come on. Get that heart shaking for me.”

The warmth of the epi continued to spread, but the flatline tone continued.

More compressions. She seemed more aggressive now.

Still flatline.

“Okay, one more epi. But you have to revive me the next two weekends.”

I think I can manage that.

My chest went from warm to hot.

More compressions. More deep breaths from her black lips.

The tone on the EKG changed.

“Okay my dear, half the battle won. Charging paddles...”

She picked up the pads.

“No sense in dilly-dallying with a low setting. Let's go right to 360 this time, shall we?”

Ellen applied more gel to the still-shiny capacitors.

“Shocking.” BAM! My body took off like a rocket. The hot feeling of the epi gave way to white flame engulfing my body.

The EKG made a different sound. A few beeps..

I felt something in my groin.

“Honey... you just ejaculated again! How...”

Just as quickly as the beeps started, an alarm returned.

“Ugh. Not going to be easy at all, are you? 360 again... shocking!”

BAM!

The alarm went from angry to furious.

“No! No! Don't you do that!”

I knew the sound of a flatline tone.

Ellen climbed back aboard my body and blew two more breaths into my tube, then ran her hands down my cheeks, my throat, before settling on my chest.

Re-interlocking her fingers, she resumed her assault.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5...

For the first time, the edges of my vision went blurry.

Was I dying? Like, not just clinically dying, but dying-dying?

Things got a little darker. Ellen's voice had an echo about it. But the EKG sounded different. V-fib?

“Going again at 360... come back to me!”

BAM!

“Again!”

BAM!

“Goddamn you, again!”

BAM!

Total blackness.

And then my eyes opened.

It was no longer night. Sun shined through the blinds.

A gentle beep, beep, beep from the bedside EKG.

The ET tube was still in, but nothing was connected to it. I was breathing on my own.

I turned my head to the EKG. 67 beats per minute.

I turned my head the other way.

Ellen looked at me lovingly. The dominatrix doctor was gone. Her face was freshly scrubbed. No more smokey eyes or black lips. She had had changed to a flannel pajama top. The clip on septum ring was gone, but she'd kept the diamond nose stud.

She stroked my cheek again. Then she rubbed the jewel glued to her nose.

“I like the nose stud. Should I get a real one?”

I squinted and pointed at the ET tube.

She giggled.

“I had to shock you five times at 360 to get you back.”

I gestured at the ET tube.

She giggled again.

“You want it out? It looks good on you.”

She came out from under the sheets, and climbed atop me again. She leaned in and wrapped her lips around the tube. The first time she blew into it, I was out of sync with her. But the second, third, and fourth were perfect.

She smiled.

“Cough.”

I coughed, and she pulled hard on the tube.

My coughing fit seemed to last forever.

“How did it feel?” I smiled.

“Incredible.”

“How much do you remember?” “Everything.”

She rolled back on top of me and kissed me like the first time she kissed me.

“Next time, it's my turn.”

I pushed her off.

“The next two times. And I have some ideas.”

#resus #defib #dark cardiophilia #flatline #goth girl

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writingfics-passingtime · 3 years

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Call Your Bluff

~9300 words of Loki tickle fluff that I'm a little insecure about. Sorry for rambling in this one!

First and foremost, the sexual tension in this made me kinda want to explode as I was writing it. Or maybe it was the mere thought of Loki in an all black suit. So there's your warning. Still NO smut.

Rating: PG13

CW: suggestive humour, sexual tension, swearing, brief mentions of homophobia

"What shade is that?" Wanda's eyes sparkled as she saw the swatch on your hand of a crimson lipstick that had only the smallest hint of shine to it.

"Uh..." you dug through your makeup bag. "This one. Ruby Promise." you passed it to her and went back to curling your lashes.

"Mmm, Wanda. You, in a red lip, are second-to-none," Nat said as she effortlessly flicked a perfect cat-eye wing, matching the on the other side.

You chuckled a little bit as you pulled the mascara from your bag. "It's nice to be applying makeup for fun." The two other women made sounds of agreement.

If any of you had been given the privilege of a normal life, sitting on your bedroom floor with music in the background as you applied makeup with your two closest friends may have been a nostalgic experience. Though, as to be expected, your memories of makeup were a lot different.

Covering cuts and bruises you sustained on a mission enough to look tough and untouchable during press conferences, a quick application of lipstick in the back of the car before seducing a guard enough to swipe his keys, hell, did fake blood count? Either way, those experiences with makeup far outweighed the ones you were having tonight.

You tried, as you buffed out the eyeliner into a smokey wing, to not be jealous of the people who did this every Friday night before some kind of social activity. You loved your job, you felt privileged to be able and allowed to help defend the world, so you reminded yourself that all those past concealer-covered cuts and bruises weren't for nothing; they protected the lives and realities of the eyeshadow-loving people who were lucky enough to only apply makeup for fun.

"How's your game?" Nat asked as she shimmied into a tight black dress.

You shrugged and stood, having now completed your look. "It's alright. Wanda?"

"I have no idea how to play Poker." She smacked her lips together and put the lipstick back in your bag. "And I have very little interest in learning. I'm coming for the cocktails Stark promised."

"You act like this isn't mandatory," you mumbled a little, sifting through dresses in your closet.

"Mandatory is a strong word," Nat scoffed, zipping the side of her dress. You shot her a look as if to say, 'You really think I wanted to spend my Friday evening playing poker with the Avengers?' Hearing your question in your glare, she gave you a look. "What, like you had something better to do?"

"Rude." You pulled a dress from the closet, knowing she was right. There was a book you'd been dying to finish, but you knew it was more important to be engaged as a part of your team tonight.

When Tony clapped his hands, once and loudly, over the weary lounging-around Avengers in the living room and declared you all needed a bit of fun, you immediately wondered how you could get out of it. Admittedly, the prospect of a black-tie poker night in the Compound didn't completely make you want to run away, but there was something about it that unnerved you. About giving all these powerful people a good chance to learn your tells.

"No," Nat snatched the plain navy dress from your hands. "That's way too boring."

"Uh, again: rude." You glared as she walked past and sifted through your options.

"You wore this when you posed as private balcony waitress at that Opera in Venice!" She argued. "It's too professional. You need sexy."

"What for?" You crossed your arms defensively. "I'm not exactly trying to seduce my colleagues."

You could have sworn she smirked as if she didn't believe you. Selecting a silk deep emerald green dress from the back of your wardrobe, she turned and grinned as she held it up to you.

Settling your crossed arms again, you gave her a disapproving look, but it was ruined a little by your fond smile. The dress was beautiful, and maybe since it was her idea...

"Give me that," you muttered through your sheepish smile, slipping behind a rattan divider to dispose of your setting-powder laden loungewear and slip into the silk dress. It hugged your waist and hips, the dainty straps elegantly crossing and meeting at the low back. The neckline was plunging to say the least, but the dress fit really well. As in, it didn't make you feel like you couldn't lean over the table to collect your winnings.

When you stepped out and saw yourself in the mirror, you spluttered a bit of a laugh at how much you were really looking like a Bond Girl. Right down to the poker appointment.

Maybe it was too much.

Not many people had seen you like this. Seen this much of you. You trusted your teammates with your life and you had no doubt they'd be respectful, but what if this was how they saw you now? As beautiful, rather than strong and skilled? What if you were reduced to a pretty face in a nice dress?

Spiralling and on the fence about ripping it off and going with the Opera Waitress dress, Wanda and Nat's wolf-whistles made you grin and dissuaded you from changing. They assured you that you looked incredible. Not just incredible, but deadly. That was acceptable. And, catching another glance at yourself, you kind of believed them. And, maybe, you could win.

You exited your room with the others, filled with fake-it-til-you-make-it confidence, ready to do whatever it takes to win that pot.

Tony never pulled punches. Not with his enemies, nor his stamina in the lab, nor, apparently, with turning the Compound living room into a damn private poker lounge. Did he own that table, or did he hire it in? Part of you wondered if there was a secret panel in the floor that it rose out of.

His usual team of caterers were offering canapés to some of the others as you entered the room, accepting a glass of champagne from a waiter by the door.

"This is ridiculous," you laughed to Natasha. "All this for one night? Just for us?"

"You're new, but not that new," she gave a sly grin and ducked her head to the side. "This shouldn't surprise you."

"But-"

"Ready to lose all your money, Stark?" She goaded as you two approached Tony.

"Oh no, he's not playing." Pepper was by his side in an instant, fixing his velvet bowtie with a curt and powerful smile.

"You almost lose a nuclear warhead in a game of five card draw, one time, fifteen years ago, and suddenly all poker is off the table," Tony scoffed in disbelief, as if you and Nat should be on his side on this one. Then, he shrugged. "Plus someone's gotta deal."

"Pepper, you look amazing," you beamed, gesturing to her sleek black and white dress.

"You're too sweet, and one to talk," she nodded to your dress then removed her phone from her purse. "Though I'm afraid this dress is for a dinner with an old friend. Natasha, I'm counting on you to not let him gamble my company away."

"Your compa-"

"You got it," Natasha responded with her cheeky smile and you all bid Pepper farewell. As you turned to squeeze her hand goodbye, your eye caught sight of the final two inhabitants of the Compound entering the room.

In the back of your mind, you'd always wondered how Loki would have dressed up for an event. Thor, at the galas and parties, always seemed to have just dressed like himself. In the same things he fought in. Surely there was Asgardian formal wear, perhaps he never saw the need. If he never saw the need, then possibly Loki didn't either. Boy, were you wrong.

Loki... Gods, Loki.

If looks could kill, Loki in an all-black suit and tie would have won the battle for New York all those years ago; he'd be your King. His inky black hair was pulled back in a low bun, a few wisps of shorter curls hanging by his cheekbones.

There'd been this thing... this unspoken, indescribable thing between you two for the last couple of months. It was hard to say for sure, but it may have begun with his curiosity at not just your lack of fear towards him, but your willing kindness. His curiosity became your curiosity, then your curiosity became his attraction, then your desire, then so on and so forth you created and traded unspoken feelings to the point where you might just burst. Those feelings came out in flirtatious banter and small good-natured jabs, as was to be expected from two people in your position. But he was extraordinary, and he just walked in here looking like that.

Before he could notice you looking you turned back to Natasha and sipped your champagne, suddenly a lot more aware of how you were dressed, and tried to prepare yourself for a night of trying to not stare at the sheer beauty him. She looked at you for a second before her eyes flitted to Loki and Thor approaching behind you.

"Hey, fellas," she smirked seductively. It was so easy for her.

"Ah, Natasha. Looking ravishing and dangerous as always," Thor beamed politely. You took a step to stand beside Nat and then turned to face the demigods, smiling casually as they politely declined a glass of champagne. Thor's eyebrows lifted. "My dear maiden, I did not recognise you," he laughed. "You look exquisite."

You smiled sweetly and cheers'ed your thanks with your champagne, intentionally only looking at Thor and then back to your half-empty glass. You'd need several more of these.

"Any Asgardian relics on the table tonight?" You asked, then finally dared to look at Loki. His gaze was intense, but it didn't leave your face. His lips were slightly parted, his head tilted to the side at your question.

Loki's eyes narrowed. "I was not aware we were to wager more than Midgardian currency."

"Who knows what's on the table?" Nat did her half-shrug as she smiled coyly. You felt a small blush come to your cheeks at where your mind went when she said that, and very consciously did not lick your lips nervously. The lipstick should at least last a few rounds.

Tony called for everyone to find their seats, settle in, get comfortable, order a drink with the staff on the way. You smiled at Thor and Loki, being sure to make it clear you were smiling at Thor and Loki, and said, "Shall we?"

You spun and fiddled a little with the glass in your hands, keenly aware of how the cool air was hitting the middle of your back, reminding you your dress was backless. Shaking it off, you also reminded yourself you were here to win a shit tonne of cash.

The table was a long rectangular oval, dark-wood painted with hints of gold. The tabletop felt was a deep crimson. Actually, a shade that was alarmingly similar to Tony's first suit. He must own this table.

Finding your seat, you smiled to see you were seated between Sam and Bucky. Okay, maybe this would be a fun evening. Sam knew how to make you laugh better than almost anyone, and his bickering with Bucky was some of your favourite at-home and on-mission entertainment. Sam pulled out your seat for you as you approached.

"Ever the gentleman, Wilson," you grinned your thanks and took your place, shifted as close to the table as you'd like to be and ordered a cocktail with the waiter standing partially behind you. When you finally turned to face the table, your heart skipped a beat when you immediately met Loki's eyes. He was sitting directly opposite you.

You smiled a little mischievously, in a friendly way, and teased him a little by narrowing your eyes. "Perfect. Now I can read you better than anyone else."

He laughed a little, but it was more like a scoff. Nothing more than a bit of air escaping his nose. Then, he smirked. "And I you, Agent." Without breaking eye contact, he raised his glass of hard liquor and took a sip.

With that, you knew tonight wouldn't be a relaxing, kick-back time with your team. You couldn't let your guard down, it was time to go undercover. Your alias: someone unreadable, someone great at poker, someone fearless and maybe a little reckless.

It was time to win.

Texas hold 'em was the game of the night. No one here really knew that you were good at poker and, if nights like this were any indication, it was best to keep that under wraps.

When Sam whined that Vision's computer brain could too easily count the cards, you bit your tongue and refrained from explaining to him that you couldn't really count cards in Poker. Not in a way that mattered much, anyways. You let Bruce tell him that. Of course Bruce knew that. Keep an eye on him. He sat two seats to Loki's left, Nat in between the two of them.

When Steve asked where "Queens" was (his sometimes nickname for Peter) and Tony explained Pepper wouldn't let him allow a child to gamble in the house, you again bit your tongue and refrained from explaining that Texas hold' em wasn't, technically or legally, gambling; the term gambling was specific to games of chance, but Texas hold' em was a game of skill. That's fine, though. Let them think it's luck.

Ultimately, it was always best, in matter of games where bluffs were called, to be either underestimated or unthought. Perhaps you should have gone with the Opera Waitress dress - blended in a little more.

When Tony explained the rules as a refresher, you listened quietly and didn't try to bluff nod at the right time as if you'd forgotten the how to play. You were keenly aware that Loki was often stealing glances at you to gauge your reaction when others asked clarifying questions, or answered one of Wanda's questions.

Once, when you felt his eyes on you, you intentionally looked at him and smirked a little to let him know you could feel his gaze. He didn't react.

Oh, he was good. This would be fun.

Tony began dealing.

Your winning strategy had always been one of early well-placed sacrifices. Never having had the benefit of someone explaining your tells to you, you always assumed your opponents could read you like a book. They'd watch to pick up patterns, so you'd disrupt them.

You had an average hand one round? Raise.

An even better hand the next round? Call. Maybe even fold.

For example, if you picked up two aces you knew your face would involuntarily, almost imperceptibly, flash with excitement. So maybe you'd fold that hand before you even bet a single dollar past the ante.

Because: if you looked happy with your hand but then folded, maybe they would think that look didn't mean what they thought it meant. Keep them guessing, make them almost think they have your tells pinned down. When, in fact, they really don't.

The first step? Physically hold your cards close to your chest, like an amateur. You picked up your first two cards of the night and did just that.

Eight of clubs and nine of spades. Workable.

Shooting a glance at Loki, you saw him peek at his cards but keep them face-down on the table. A smile tugged at your lips. He'd played before.

"Ante up, hotshots," Tony called as he dealt the five community cards face-down in front of him. You grabbed a ten dollar chip from your pile and tossed it to the centre of the table like everyone else.

The chips were real money. Ten thousand dollars for each person to play with, courtesy of Tony Stark, with the understanding that half of each person's takings would go to a charity of the winner's choice. Even then, you doubted a single person in this room wouldn't donate everything they had in the end. Including Thor and Loki, who probably didn't fully grasp the concept of charities for there was no poverty on Asgard, but had no need for Midgardian currency.

Tony flipped the first three cards: eight of diamonds, seven of clubs, jack of diamonds.

You now had a pair of eights. Not great, but if one of those unturned cards was a ten of anything, you'd have a straight. A straight was okay, but not amazing. So, after Sam called the current bet, you also called.

As a general rule, you never raised before the fourth card was turned. That wasn't necessarily a strategy, it was just to have something for people to notice. Perhaps if they spent time wondering why you never raised in the first round, they'd forget to watch for your tells.

On your left, Bucky also called. So did everyone around the table. Tony flipped the next card. Two of spades. You felt Loki looking at you so you winked at your cards and then flicked your eyes up to catch his. He narrowed his eyes at you ever so slightly and a small smirk twitched at the corner of his mouth, but never came to fruition.

Bruce and Vision both raised, Sam folded saying he had "Nada," you called, Bucky called, Steve folded, Thor called but you got the feeling he only did that because you and Bucky did. Loki raised, but double what Vision had. Nat called. Clint folded. Tony flipped the fifth card.

Ah, the ten of spades. You had a straight. You immediately calculated the odds in your head of what people could possible have to beat you.

The distribution of suits and numbers immediately told you it was very unlikely anyone could top your straight. A flush wasn't possible, nor was a full house, definitely not a straight flush or a royal flush, or even a four of a kind.

It wasn't too improbable to tie with someone else who also had a nine, but the only thing that could beat you was if someone had a higher straight. They'd need a nine and a queen and the odds were slim of that happening. This game was in your favour.

In the two or three seconds it took you to know all of this, you once again felt Loki's eyes on you as he watched you calculate that you'd probably won this hand. So, when it came back to you, you folded.

He watched you curiously as you sat back a sipped your drink. By the time the betting went around, it was down to Bucky and Loki. They bet conservatively, neither putting in more than a hundred. It was still the first round, after all.

When Bucky flipped his cards you saw he had a seven and a jack, meaning he had two pair. Loki flipped his and you saw he had the remaining two jacks, meaning he had three of a kind. Loki won the hand, but he wouldn't have beaten your straight.

He keenly watched you react to the reveal of his cards and you finally got the smallest bit frustrated, and a little flustered. Would he be really be watching all night? There were other people around this table, why did he have to only be looking at you?

You slid your cards back to Tony and got the idea that Loki would have given you his winnings from that round just to see what you'd had in your hand. He eyed the cards and clenched his jaw ever so lightly as they slid out of his eyesight and back into the deck. Schrodinger's Win. He'd never know if you could have actually beaten him.

As the night went on you continued with your strategy, making sure to bluff at random. After a particularly good hand where you’d wrangled a high flush, beating Clint’s, you finally heard Bruce comment that you were good at this. Sam commented that your pile of chips was growing bigger, Thor commented that he needed another drink. He had maybe ten chips left.

“Hmm, she’s also stopped pretending to be an amateur,” Loki mused without looking at you. Everyone looked at him. His pile had also been growing, rivalling yours. He looked around tauntingly and briefly chuckled. “I can’t be the only one who noticed she’s now keeping her cards on the table.”

“I never said I was an amateur,” you shot back. “Not my fault if you underestimated me.”

Loki scoffed and laughed a little, finally meeting your eye. “I’d never do such a foolish thing.”

The table was a little quiet as you two engaged in a stare-down. Had his eyes always been that strikingly blue, and you were just noticing now that his hair didn’t cast shadow on his face? After perhaps too many seconds Tony piped up.

“Break time,” he rubbed his hands together and stood. “Refresh yourselves, get another drink, back at the table in ten.”

You stood immediately, Sam kindly pulling out your chair to enable you to not have to awkwardly shuffle around it. Immediately caught in a verbal spar between him and Bucky, you giggled at their flying jabs and walked with them over to the bar.

Standing on the outskirts of the conversation, you felt a hand on your shoulder and turned to see Nat smirking at you.

“What?”

”You mind not undressing Loki with your eyes at the table? He did try to kill me once, you know.” She sipped her Bloody Mary as you narrowed your eyes at her.

“Uh-huh,“ you responded slowly. “And you chose a slinky silk green dress for me because…?”

Her smirk turned into a cheeky smile. “Guilty.“ Her eyes flitted up to peer behind you. “Five o’clock.” Then, she left.

Her spot was immediately taken by Loki. He leaned against the bar and rested his new drink on a coaster.

“When did you learn how to play poker? I’m assuming not on Asgard.”

He hummed thoughtfully. “On Midgard’s calendar? Around 1940. Just before the Captain’s first war.”

“Hey that was my first war too,” Bucky was at your side in an instant and you noticed something dark flash across Loki’s eyes. Your gaze didn’t leave Loki, and that seemed to make him a little less tense. “Dubai,” Bucky laughed. Then, you turned to look at him. “This is the dress you wore in Dubai.”

“It is,” you laughed shyly, outwardly cringing a little as you remembered that night.

”What, pray tell, happened in Dubai?” Loki’s low voice, now dripping with poorly concealed tension, prompted you to look back towards him.

”I’m impressed you hid two guns under there,” Bucky grinned, you also grinned and looked at your drink. It was a good-natured compliment. Bucky had never been flirty or sleazy with you before, and you didn’t expect him to start now. “I need a drink.”

As he walked away you looked back up at Loki and saw his jaw tense as he watched Bucky’s retreating form. “You okay?”

”Do you think you’ll win tonight?” He ignored your actual question and hit you with his piercing gaze. Then again, you’d ignored his about Dubai. You shrugged.

“Depends on the cards.”

He stood up a little straighter. “Do you think you can best me?”

”Depends on the cards,” you repeated.

“What happened in Dubai?”

”That’s classified.”

He allowed himself to smile at you. Your heart beat a little at the ways the creases beside his lips so effortlessly curled into his cheeks. Then, he smirked. “If I end this evening ahead of you, you'll tell me?”

You raised your eyebrows. “A side bet?” He shrugged with one shoulder and took a sip of his drink. “What’s in it for me?”

He lowered his drink and took note of how others started filtering back to the table. He motioned for you two to walk back to the table together, but you noticed he didn't put his hand on your lower back to lead you even though you kind of wished he had. Just before you split off, he leaned in closer to speak quietly in your ear.

“If you come out ahead, I’ll tell you how I know when you’re bluffing.”

Your eyes snapped to him and he smirked at your off-guard reaction. How could he know that already? You’d given him nothing. He must be the one bluffing. Before you could deal or no deal, he left you where you stood to take his seat.

After that, probably as he hoped, your game got a little more aggressive. You had to know if you had a tell. You had to.

As the game continued several people dropped off. Some retired with some winnings, others ran out of money. Either way, they all stayed to watch the show.

”Fold,” Nat sighed as she put her cards down. “And that’s me for the night.” She sipped her new drink and leaned back in the seat. You finished the round with Bruce, Bucky and Loki - the four of you were all that remained.

You folded, having exactly nothing in your hand. Bucky raised, so did Loki, Bruce called. They continued upping the bet ever so slightly, then the last card was flipped. Loki folded. Bruce upped the bet, Bucky called. They flipped their cards. Bruce won.

“I’m done,” Bucky sighed and turned to order another drink. Sam reached across your back to slap his shoulder and make some kind of comment. Bruce looked thoughtful for a few seconds and then at your pile, and at Loki’s pile. You and Loki had far more to be than he did.

“I’m out too.”

There were cries of outrage as he retired but he shook his head, refusing to continue and pointing to the two people so obviously so far ahead.

“Alright, you two. Last hand, final show down,” Tony smirked as he shuffled the cards.

“Feel free to also retire,” you smiled sweetly, tauntingly. There were a few chuckles around the table. Loki narrowed his eyes but didn’t respond. He simply played with the rim of his empty glass and watched your body language.

The others around the table watched with bated breath as Tony dealt your cards, then placed the five community cards face-down. You took a peak at your cards, careful to not let Sam or Bucky see them, lest they give it away with their reactions.

You took the smallest corner of your inner lip between your teeth to stop yourself from grinning.

Ace of spades, king of spades.

When Tony flipped the first three cards you could have kissed him.

King of clubs, ten of spades, jack of spades.

By gods, you were so close to a Royal Flush. Nothing beats a Royal Flush. So, for the first time that night, you raised the bet before the fourth card had been turned.

The intake of breath around the table told you that the others had noticed you didn't usually do that. Loki watched you curiously for a minute, his eyes finally leaving your face to trail down your arm and watch how your hands were folded on the edge of the table. You twitched your thumb, intentionally, so he'd think it meant something. He smirked and shook his head ever so slightly; you didn't have him fooled.

"Call." He reached forward and matched your bet.

Tony flipped the fourth card. king of hearts. You needed the queen of spades, but this wasn't bad.

"Those are some big cards," you heard Bruce whisper, face in his hands.

"Five hundred." You threw two chips to the middle and looked up at Loki. This time, he didn't look at you. He looked at his own cards, then at the upturned cards on the table, then at his chips.

"Call."

Tony flipped the last card. It was bittersweet. The Ace of Clubs.

You didn't have a royal flush, but you had an unbeatable full house - three kings, two aces. There wasn't anything Loki have that would beat you.

"Two thousand," you sighed, throwing the chips to the centre. Loki laughed. He actually laughed.

"See two, raise two." He threw in four thousand. Your heart started pounding, the blood rushed in your ears and cheeks, but it didn't matter.

"All in."

His eyes snapped up to meet yours and you felt your chest heave. Not just from the anticipation of the game, but from the look he gave you. It was proud, hungry, skeptical, powerful, sharp, all those things at once - just as he was. It was honest. You could see, through his honestly, that he was surprised.

"All in," he agreed. You both pushed your chips towards the middle of the table and you grinned as you sat back.

"Before we reveal, how about we make things a little more interesting?"

Some chuckles and "oohs" around the table told you that there wasn't a single person who wasn't paying the utmost attention. A crooked grin spread across Loki's face and he also sat back, letting his grin settle to a smirk as he nodded and gestured for you to continue.

"If I win... I get a dare. One dare to cash in whenever I like."

A mumbled chorus of snickers and whispers around the table filled you with confidence. Loki narrowed his eyes and stuck his tongue against the inside of his cheek, scoffing slightly and leaning back in his chair. He looked at his cards, then examined your gaze.

"And if I win," he began slowly. "I get a truth. To, as you say, cash in whenever I like."

"Deal," you agreed instantly. Then jabbed, "I quite like that you feel you need to win truth from me, Loki. Aren't you supposed to be excellent at reading people?"

Loki didn't react one bit as the others around him did. Telling you your cards better be good, telling you that you were a smack-talker, telling you they hoped you won. Your eyes didn't leave Loki as you turned your cards first.

He looked down and chuckled a little, but it wasn't a victorious one. He brought one hand to rub both temples and sucked his cheek, which everyone took as a sign that he'd lost.

But he hadn't. Loki flipped his cards.

Ace of hearts, king of diamonds. You had tied.

"SPLIT POT!" Tony clapped as everyone reacted. "Thank Odin or whoever that we're not having a super brawl here tonight."

You felt Sam and Bucky grab your shoulders in the sheer excitement of the game as those around you immediately began discussing the match, their strategy, the game play, how intense that last round was. But you didn't. You just stood up and held your hand out to Loki.

"Good game."

He stood as well and took your hand in his, "Yes. What happened in Dubai?"

You looked around, no one was listening but Nat was stealing glances.

"We both won," you nodded, then shook your head. "But you didn't beat me. That was the deal. Would you like to use your truth?"

He scoffed a little and shrugged, "I'll consider it an option. There are so many dark and wonderful things to know, aren't there?"

Your throat tightened a little at that, then you realised your hand was still in his. He noticed too, and placed his other on top of it before squeezing and releasing you from his hold.

"Good game, Agent."

The following morning Loki walked into the kitchen as you sat browsing on a tablet.

"What do you think of this?" You immediately asked, pushing it over for him to see a webpage you were looking at. "We need to pick a charity for our winnings. This one helps LGBTQ youth who've been kicked out of their homes."

"What?!" Loki's head snapped up from where he was reading, his voice still hoarse from the morning, then he rolled his eyes and grumbled. "Are you lot still not over this? Kicked out of their homes. Honestly, it's a sheer wonder Midgard is not still in the stone ages with how you treat each other."

There was flame behind Loki's voice that stoked a peace in you. He was genuinely confounded that a parent couldn't love their child simply because of who they loved. He'd killed people in his past, lots of people, but this was unacceptable to him.

"Of course, give the whole lot," Loki mumbled, pulling a mug from the cupboard and filling it with black coffee.

You smiled, a little sadly at the thought of these kids, and sent the webpage to Tony. "My thoughts exactly."

"Have you settled on your little dare?" He turned back and took a sip. You grinned and raised your eyebrows.

"Not yet, patience please," you chuckled. "How about your truth?"

"Hmm," he hummed in a low growl, then left the room.

You scoffed. "Bye, then!"

Over the following week, you had a little too much fun holding it over his head. Ultimately, a truth wasn't as bad as a dare. Besides, if he really knew your tell he could ask you whatever he wanted anyways and gauge your reaction. You definitely got the better win.

"Careful, Loki," you playfully warned as he swiped for the last biscuit in your hand. "With moves like that you'll be dared to run through Central Park in nothing but your golden horns."

He narrowed his eyes and Thor bellowed a loud laugh, drawing further laughter from those around. Loki looked unfazed.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" He smirked back, bringing a faint blush to your cheeks. That also got Thor laughing.

Another time, and perhaps this was the time that crossed a line, is when he made a very quick playful quip at you in front of Tony. Iron Man laughed hard at your expense and you sucked your teeth.

"How would you like to be dared to kneel to Tony?"

Loki's eyes went dark, Tony spluttered more laughter. Had he won the lottery or something?

Loki never gave any indication of what he was going to ask you, but you could tell his patience was wearing thin after you'd foolishly threatened to make him kneel before a mortal. So, the next Saturday morning, he found you in the kitchen right after you'd woken up.

You felt Loki's presence behind the door of fridge. He was probably hoping to startle you when you closed it to see him standing there all tall and intimidating.

"Hey Loki," you said while still looking for the milk. "Ah," you pulled it from the shelf and closed the door. "What's up?"

"I'm cashing in," he smirked.

"Cashing in your truth?" You smirked back. He nodded.

"For what I'm about to ask, I'm guessing you'd like to be out of earshot of any lingering teammates," he whispered loudly, teasingly. You'd be a liar if you said your stomach didn't drop a little bit. He took note of how it wiped the smirk off your face and it was almost like he stole it, because his only grew wider and more self-satisfied. You rolled your eyes and put the milk back in the fridge, telling yourself you'd make the coffee later.

"Come with me," you exited and he followed you as you led him to your room. You always kept it tidy because it made you feel better to have things in their place, to have everything around you ordered and clean. It was your little sanctuary and you'd be damned if you weren't proud of how safe and comfortable you managed to let yourself feel in there. Inviting Loki in was a gamble, but if he was about to ask you something deeply personal you at least wanted a home field advantage.

Shutting the door after him, you met him where he was standing in the middle of your room. It was still early, but the bed was made. He looked around curiously as you crossed your arms.

"Shoot," you tilted your chin up but didn't quite meet his eye.

"Are you nervous?" He asked with a tilt of his head.

You raised your eyebrows and met his eye. "Is that your question?"

"No," he stood up a little straighter. It was one of those times when you realised how tall he was. "I find myself stuck at an impasse."

"How so?"

"This power you have over me. This... this dare," he narrowed his eyes as you smiled a little cheekily. "I think it's time you also choose your reward."

"Can't handle a little anticipation?"

"You'd be wise not to antagonise me, darling. I assure you there are several ways this conversation can go," he let a bit more gravel into his voice and a mischievous smirk grace his lips. "Only a few of those ways end pleasantly for you."

"Are you threatening me?"

He tilted his head with the faintest shrug, allowing you to create the inferences in your mind.

You scoffed. "You know, I kinda like seeing you like this, Loki," you taunted a little darkly. "It's not often that people have something over you. You think I'm just going to give that away? No. Thank you. I'll take all the time I need to figure out what I'm going to make you do."

He took a step closer but you stood resolute, even if his proximity did make your heart pound against your ribcage. "Would you really have me force your hand?" He narrowed his eyes.

"Force my hand?" You scoffed, confidence surging at seeing the Trickster on the back foot. "You've got nothing on me."

"Not yet," Loki smiled a little, and the gleam in his eye kind of scared you. "Though, I think I'll use that truth now."

In an instant, he grabbed you by your upper arms and swept your ankles from their place on the floor. You gasped and uncrossed your arms to brace on his, out of instinct, to stop from falling. In a graceful motion he pushed you sideways, released your arms and grabbed your wrists, following you down as you landed on your bed.

"W-what the hell?!" You called through gritted teeth as you attempted to fight Loki off.

You were a good fighter, good in close-combat, but he'd caught you so off guard. It was morning, you were safe at home and in your room, you hadn't had coffee yet. Hell, you were even still in your pyjama shorts and t-shirt. Usually you were ready for anything, but it was the perfect storm for him to get the upper hand and use his brute strength to wrestle you down onto your back. He straddled your hips and stuck your wrists under his knees before retracting his hands and letting them sit at his sides, smirking victoriously down at you.

Looking up at him, very confused, you didn't bother to fight anymore because, A: it was useless, and B: you had no idea what he was playing at.

"You had to incapacitate me to ask a question?"

A devious grin slowly spread onto Loki's face before he jokingly tried to suppress it. "Truth..." he began, then narrowed his eyes at you. "Where are you most ticklish?"

"F-Fu..." The almost-curse left your mouth and your eyes widened before you could stop yourself. Your stomach dropped a bit and you swallowed hard, giving an experimental tug on your wrists only to find they felt like they'd been set in concrete.

"Oh my," Loki let himself grin. "That's quite a worried look you're wearing."

"Loki, y-you can't be serious," you winced as you pulled on your wrists again. Loki chuckled a little and shrugged.

"With all the cheek you've given me over this little game, I'm surprised you didn't consider I'd retaliate. I rather think you deserve to be tickled to tears," he teased. Your face burned. "Unless, of course, you'd like to dare me not to."

Your jaw dropped a little. "Seriously?!" You growled and tugged once again, then tried to buck your hips a little, but you really couldn't move the middle of your body that much at all.

"Answer the question," he ordered. "I won it fair and square."

"I won my dare too, but you have no problem stealing it from me." You seethed.

"Oh no," Loki shook his head with a look of fake pity. "I assure you, you’ll be giving that up quite willingly once you're a little pool of laughs beneath me. Now, answer the question."

With one final blazing glare you let your head fall back against the mattress and you mumbled in defeat, "It's been a while. Let me think."

Loki chuckled a bit more as you wracked your brain. It was kind of over now, even if you dared him to stop for now you would still have to tell him and he'd certainly never forget it. Now, where was it again? It really had been a while... Had it been your feet? No, definitely not- but... wait? Underarms? No. Your brow furrowed in confusion and you looked to the side in thought. Loki shifted impatiently. "I'm seriously still thinking," you scoffed a little and rolled your eyes. "I-I don't..." A victorious grin spread across your face as you looked back up to him.

He looked at you intently, "What's the answer?"

"I don't know. Sorry, thats the truth that you won fair and square." You shrugged a little. He laughed at loud at that and you furrowed your brow again. "What, you don't believe me?"

"Oh, I know you're telling the truth," he chuckled. "It's simply adorable how you think that's a good thing for you."

You shrivelled in on yourself as you felt his hands come up to gently rest on your sides. "B-but, I-"

"Let me assist you in filling this gap in your knowledge, hmm?"

He smirked and, at once, scratched and wiggled all ten fingers straight onto the middle of your belly. You squeaked. Actually squeaked from the contact.

"LOHIKI!" You shrieked through the giggles that poured from your lips. Your feet kicked helplessly behind his back, still desperately trying to gain traction to maybe buck your hips enough to throw him off his rhythm. "No no no noho, NO!" You embarrassingly squeaked again when his fingers pressed in harder, one finding its way into your navel through your shirt. "GOHOD!"

Broken thoughts flew through your mind as you tried in vain to struggle against him, laughter kicking up a notch as he hunted down the ticklish places on your belly, seemingly trying to surmount if there was some spot or technique in his current targeted area that would make you break. When you truly realised he would be methodical and relentless, it made your cheeks flush even harder than they were from all the laughter.

Loki watched your reactions as he settled for scratching maddeningly through your shirt at the skin just below your ribs, smirking when he heard your giggles become higher-pitched and interlaced with little shrieks.

"Plehehease!" You whimpered and squirmed underneath him.

"Dare me to stop," he responded.

"NOHO!" You struggled again, harder, not wanting to release the tiny bit of power you had over him.

Dissatisfied by your lack of screams, Loki roughly grabbed your hips and drove his thumbs into the bones, pinching at a fast and steady pace. This time, you actually gave a tiny scream before loud laughter ripped through your throat. Your shoulders and knees lifted from the bed as your body tried to curl in on itself in self-preservation but, of course, he was in the way. Your eyes shut tight as you laughed loudly and helplessly.

“PL-PLEHE- PL-“ You pleas dissolved with every new squeeze of his fingers. When he note took and advantage of the slight sliver of skin showing from your disheveled shirt and swiped his fingers along it, you squealed loudly and fell back onto the bed, feet flailing desperately behind his back.

"Oh, mortal... how helpless you must feel," he chuckled darkly and picked up the pace of his fingers, allowing them to crawl only a little higher under the hem of your shirt. He watched keenly for any sign of discomfort past the obvious breathlessness of being tickled to pieces, making sure you were squirming because of the tickling, and not because his hands were on you. He paused for a second to be sure.

"Yohou're the wohohorst," you whined. He grinned at your involuntary smile and your groans of frustration. "I'm gonnaha get you s-so BAD with this dare," you shot your head up to glare at him menacingly, but playfully.

He grinned. You were egging him on. Something in him was always aware that you never minded when he got particularly close, but this... this was undeniable. He'd certainly tease you about it at the right moment, but for now- "SHIHIT!" His fingers kicked back into gear, fluttering and scratching at the skin just under and beside your belly button.

"Think about this, Agent," Loki called to you over your manic giggles, slowing just enough to allow you to listen to him. "We can continue with this until you break, at which point I'll have filed away all your little weak points for future use-"

"-Fuhuture whaHAT?!"

"Or you can dare me to stop now, perhaps save yourself a little trouble," with that, he started pinching at your sides. His thumb pulsed into the front of your torso as he slowly worked his way up. "Are you truly willing to allow me to discover how to take you apart?"

Just wear that damn suit again, just look at me a certain way, say my name in that dark velvet voice of yours. Gods, Loki, I'm already at your mercy. Of course, even if you weren't giggling so hard that you couldn't talk, you could never say that out loud.

He stopped just below your ribs and raised his eyebrows, giving you a chance to respond before he began a new attack.

"Y-you... you say thahat as if you wouldn't just do this again whenever you feheel like it," you panted out, the occasional hiccough peeping through.

He winked, "Try not to sound so excited, love." You glared at him but, curse his piercing blue eyes and that killer smirk, you blushed a little and bit your lip.

"Believe me, excited isn't the right word," you scoffed.

He leaned in a little closer and scanned your eyes, narrowing his own, then his smirk grew. "You're bluffing." A sudden ten-fingered digging attack into your ribcage made you scream out.

"N-NO! NO NO-AHA, NOHOHO!" You screeched as his fingers wormed their way into the spaces between your ribs, sliding down the sides to target the spaces closer to the back. You struggled much harder than before and thrashed as much as you could underneath him.

"Oh dear, have we found it?" Loki taunted, picking up the pace of his fingers. Your babbling incoherent cries for mercy came out in mixtures of high-pitched squeal-like please's and oh my god's, as he focused on finding the spaces that made your laughter kick up even harder. "You know how to make this stop!" He called in a sing-song voice.

From pure desperation, you managed to slide yourself a bit further underneath him and bring your legs up and hook your ankles around his neck, pushing down as hard as you could. The force of it caused him to choke and cough a little and be pushed backwards. Not enough to throw him off of you, but enough for him to bring his hands away from your ribs to remove your ankles from his neck.

You panted heavily, whimpering a little as your head rolled to the side. "I-hi don't wannaha waste it," you whined as he pried your ankles from his neck and shifted back to be sitting more on your upper thighs so you couldn't pull the same move again.

"Impressive," Loki coughed a little again and rubbed his throat gingerly. "You're quite the tenacious little fox, aren't you?" He reached behind himself and grabbed at the muscles above your knees, squeezing wildly. You squeaked out again and giggled, shaking your head when you tried to move your legs to find out his new sitting place rendered them nearly immobile.

"I cahan't tahahake this," you whimpered through your giggles, jolting a bit when he started squeezing harder and faster.

"Dare me, love. It's the only way out," he growled, you whined again. He sat up with an amused grin plastered on his face, then took your hands from under his knees and began bringing them above your head. Panic struck when you remembered how extraordinarily ticklish you'd been with his fingers on your ribs and you started fighting him harder.

"N-no, Loki," you looked up pleadingly. "Let me keep it, lehet me KEEP IT!" You squeaked as your futile attempts to free yourself failed and he secured your hands above your head with one of his own. Struggling beneath him, you were suddenly overcome with how large his form was over you. He had you completely at his mercy, but... you weren't afraid. You trusted him, despite the way he was undoing you with his touch.

You took a deep breath in and took the inside of your lower lip between your teeth as you looked up at him hovering over you. The breath you released was jagged, shaky, but you'd stopping struggling all that much. His gaze moved from your wrists to your crystal stare and you were delighted to see that he seemed to flinch too.

He narrowed his eyes and you saw his tongue briefly slip out to wet his lips. You saw his eyes flit to your mouth, but only for a millisecond. He opened his mouth to say something, then seemed to change his mind about what he was going to say. You felt his hand shift up your side and you bit back a nervous giggle when you felt his fingers poise themselves at your ribcage.

"Would you like to use that dare now?" His voice was low and dangerous, the slightest of unsureness betrayed his resolve.

It would have been so easy in that moment to just dare him to kiss you. That's probably what he wanted, what he was getting at, but you wouldn't do that. It was so glaringly obvious that you both craved this closeness, but that nagging voice in the back of your head said you'd never know for sure if he kissed you because he wanted to, or because of the cards you were dealt in a game of poker.

So, instead, you smiled coyly and shook your head. The haziness in his eyes went a little, replaced by a flash of excited mischief. Then, he smirked. Then, he tickled you senseless.

About the time his fingers found a deathly sensitive crevice between your topmost rib and the one below it is the time you screamed out, dissolved into silent laughter and finally tapped out. You begged him to stop, then dared him to stop, then begged again for him to stop even after he had. He released your wrists with a victorious grin and rolled off of you, lying on his back next to you as you caught your breath and wiped the tears of mirth from your cheeks.

"Well played," you mumbled and wiped your eyes tiredly. He pushed himself off the bed and offered you a hand up, which you took. Loki was strong, so the force of his help and your shaking legs from the attack kind of sent you barreling into his chest as you stood. You blushed and mumbled an apology as you stepped back and regained your foot.

"Oh dear," he squeezed the hand he was still holding, leaning down to catch your eye and tease, "Have I made you weak in the knees?"

"I'm tired." You rolled your eyes, grinned and shoved at his chest with both your hands. "Before you so rudely interrupted me to violate the Geneva Convention with such acts of torture, I was about to make a coffee."

"Allow me," Loki chuckled and walked with you to the kitchen, wordlessly, a little awkwardly. Your hands brushed once or twice as you walked but you tried not to think about it. He gestured for you to sit at the counter and got to work making coffee as you'd taught him months before.

Watching Loki work was fascinating. It was as it everything he did had a shimmer of elegance. From the way he measured the coffee, selected the mugs from the cupboard, cleaned the steaming wand with a grumble that someone had left it in a mess. He frothed the milk expertly and poured it over the espresso shot before turning and setting it down in front of you. He took his coffee black. Always. It made you smile to know that he'd only learned to froth the milk to do it for others. Though, he only ever seemed to do it for you.

You sipped it thoughtfully as he leaned against the other side of the counter on his elbows, ears perking and head turning when he heard some distant noise in the hallway. Probably someone heading to the gym for their morning workout.

Would you really not say anything? What did you say after that? Tease him, provoke him, ask if he was ticklish too, drop it completely? You sipped your coffee and dared to look at him, biting the inner corner of your lip as you took in the thick atmosphere tangible in the room.

"There it is," his voice lowered in husky satisfaction.

You furrowed your brow. "There what is?"

"It's your lower lip."

"Pardon?" You looked up at him.

"Your tell," he straightened and smiled fondly down at you. "You bite the inner corner when you're trying to conceal that you're looking at something that pleases you."

You laughed nervously and tried not to blush, ignoring that he very much called you out. "You figured that out over one game of poker?"

He smiled softly, but cheekily, and winked, "I figured that out long before poker."

You looked down at your coffee, feeling a little transparent, then you looked back up. "I have a question."

He gave you an indiscernible look and sipped his brew. "Hmm."

"If you hadn't sacrificed your truth to take my dare, what would you have asked me?"

Loki shifted, almost imperceptibly. Of course you noticed, and he knew you did. You raised an eyebrow ever so slightly. He shook his head and chuckled a little.

"That's not for you to know."

You opened your mouth to protest but quickly realised you didn't know how to counter that, so you closed it again and furrowed your brow. He smiled a little bit at your frustration.

"I'll play you for it," you half-joked. Loki's smile turned to a grin but he shook his head. "Or a trade?"

He scoffed, but it was good-natured. "I don't bargain with mortals."

"You did over poker."

"That was a game."

"This isn't?"

He shook his head. "Not quite."

Your heart raced and you bravely assumed he'd do it anyway. "Ask."

He took a deep breath in, even though he tried to make it look like he wasn't. Then, he swallowed and exuded confidence. "Where is the best place to eat breakfast in this city of yours?" You fought your smile as you watched him smirk a little bit. He knew he had you.

"A little French café on fifth."

"Hmm?"

"Hmm." You finally smiled shyly, trying to keep it from spreading into a grin. "I dare you to have breakfast with me."

"You haven’t a dare left, darling."

"Does that mean I'll have to ask properly?"

"Perhaps."

You finished your coffee and stood, walking over to the sink to take care of your mug. Loki's eyes stayed trained on where you had been seated as he finished his own coffee. Turning to leave, you stopped in the doorway and shot him a mischievous smile.

"I'm getting dressed, then I'm going to get breakfast at a little French café on fifth. You're welcome to join me."

Cheeky thing, he thought as you put the ball back in his court. He had half a mind to sweep you up in his arms and propose forgoing the meal all together. Though, he didn't.

He instead met you by the front door ten minutes later and walked, as before, wordlessly with you to the car. But this time when your hands touched, he reached out and weaved his fingers through yours. Then, he broke the silence.

"What happened in Dubai?"

You grinned and looked at the ground. It probably wasn't smart to refuse him now that he had a very effective way to make you talk. Part of you wanted to just so he'd have an excuse to wrap his arms around you later, but you thought that would be a little obvious. Then again, when weren't you obvious to him?

You squeezed his hand and tried to contain your grin as you let him in to all your secrets.

"So there was this Russian oligarch..."

#loki tickle #loki x reader tickle #loki tickle fluff #tickle fluff #tickle fic #loki x reader #ler!loki #lee!reader #marvel fluff #sorry this was so long and maybe boring ahhh #i got carried away #i hope you like it

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Infatuation

Part 1

-an intense but short-lived passion or admiration for someone or something.-

Note: All characters are aged up!

Pairing: Vampire Wakasa Imaushi x (semi) shy female reader

Disclamer: This story contains vampires so there will be mentions of blood and blood sucking as well as mature themes which are not recommended for minors. If you can’t handle it or you are a minor please don’t read it and if you do it anyways please do not repeat any of the acts mentioned in the story and practice safe sex and keep your body healthy by not drinking alcohol, doing drugs or smoking because it is still growing.

Thank you for reading!

Masterlist

Infatuation Masterlist

“Oh honey you don’t even know the half of it. His dick was so small I couldn’t even think about fucking him.” You were listening to your best friend complaining about their last night’s endeavors.

“I don’t really mind the size so I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You said quietly while taking a sip from your coffee cup.

Their face contorted in shock. “Honey, are you really so sex deprived that you have no standards?!”

“Don’t be so loud, people can hear you.” You said while you felt your face heating up in embarrassment. It wasn’t a problem to talk about sex with your best friend but they had a habit to be a bit louder than needed.

“Oh come on it’s a normal thing; it’s not a taboo that young adults in college no less are talking about sex. And what if I’m loud? All small dicked mother fuckers won’t be coming near me anytime soon.” They smirked which could only make you sigh. Your best friend’s expression switched from smug to worry. “You still worried about that?”

“Yeah… if I can’t find enough money to pay form my tuition I’ll have to drop out and work minimum wage jobs for the rest of my life.”

They sat in silence for a moment and like a light bulb turned on above their head they spoke up. “You could go to that agency for the vamps.”

“What?”

Their eyes rolled at your questioning. “Well honey, you know that vampires exist yeah?” You nodded your head. “So go to an agency and let a vamp suck your blood for money. You earn a good amount and you know I’ve been there myself so I’m not messing with you.” They pulled out their phone looking through the social media and eventually showing you an ad for the agency.

Your eyes scanned the post. “Isn’t that like intimate?”

“It can be but it doesn’t have to. I mean I did it like five times? I think. If you ask for bite and go they’ll give you that. Some vamps prefer it to be quick. Look into it you have nothing to lose.” Their words made you wonder if it was really worth it.

~☆~☆~☆~

After a tremendous amount of research here you were in front of the agency your friend recommended. Your knees were trembling as you walked into the establishment. It was mostly in red in black. Red walls and black furniture with some minor red details like stools in front of the front desk behind which you noticed a woman bored out of her mind.

Her long black hair was falling in beach waves over her shoulders. She wore a short sleeved top which exposed her cleavage and many chains hanging from her neck. She didn’t go easy on the makeup either. Perfect eyeliner which framed her smokey eye and a dark red lipstick on her plump lips made all eyes go to her.

She turned her attention to you while still leaning on the black counter. “You need something sweets?” She eyed you up and down.

It was probably because of your choice of clothing for the day which consisted of a dark gray pleated skirt and an oversized white shirt which was tucked into the skirt. Practically a complete opposite of the outfit a beautiful woman in front of you wore.

“I… Wanted to sign up, but I wasn’t sure if I had to book an appointment…”

“You don’t have to do that. You can sit down.” She instructed you and you listened. “I have to ask you a couple of questions and you have to sign a consent form is that okay?” She sat down behind her computer screen and got to clicking and typing.

She then turned her attention to you eyeing your face for a moment. “You are a human right?”

“Yes.”

Her expression changed from slight confusion to interest. “I’m sorry for that. You look a bit like a half breed if you know what I mean.” She chuckled as she turned her attention back to the screen. “Right if you want to earn money by having a vampire suck your blood you’ll need to do a couple of test…”

“I did those.” You took a folder out of your bag and handed it to the woman behind the counter.

Her eyebrows furrowed and she opened it to find all the needed tests that had to be done in order to prevent any type of diseases spreading in the agency. She checked all the documents to find them in order. “You did all the tests beforehand?” She questioned.

“Um yeah… it said on the web site that we need to do them…” You furrowed your eyebrows.

“And you did them no questions asked?”

“Um… sorry was I not supposed to or...”

“No you have to do them if you want to sight up.” She confirmed. “I think you just became my favorite human here.”

“Favorite human?” You questioned.

“Yes, you did all that was needed before hand and you didn’t complain or fuss about it like a little bitch and you made my work a bit easier so I think it’s safe to say you are my favorite human. In the agency that is.” She explained and you could feel your cheeks flush.

“Okay now that that is dealt with. I need your information. Name, address, phone number, and email you know the fun stuff.”

You proceeded to give her all the information she asked for and she typed on her computer at the same speed you were talking. That’s talent right there…

“Do you know your blood type?” She turned her attention towards you.

“AB negative.”

“Sorry could you repeat that?”

“AB negative.”

Her slightly widened eyes turned from yours back to the screen. She was clicking and typing like a mad woman looking for god knows what. “Holly shit.” Her eyes fully widened.

“What?”

“You my lovely lady will be our first and only AB negative. Damn those are so rare a bottle of your blood costs a fortune.” She turned her attention back to you. “Where have you been hiding baby, you could have become a millionaire by now with that blood of yours.” She smirked. “Right, we handled all the important stuff… wait did I ask you about your period?”

“Yes you did…” you confirmed.

“Good, now I’ll ask your preference and I’ll have to measure you to see what the best spots on you are. God damn it why does it take so fucking long.” She sighed. “Right, what lengths of the appointment would you prefer?”

“The quickest one possible.”

The woman behind the counter looked at you, showing you her expression filled with pity. “So you really are in it for the money.” She mumbled. “The shortest one can come up to five minutes and mostly when people ask for it they change their mind afterwards, also there is no women in that section are you comfortable with that?”

“That’s fine.”

“All righty then… I’ll have to ask you to come with me.” She sat up and led you to the heavy looking red curtain behind the front desk. “Sit down please.”

You did as you were told and you noticed the woman preparing a good amount of measuring tapes and tools. She proceeded to measure you from the top of your head to the bottom of your feet. she would put pressure on certain parts of your body asking you if it hurts or does it make you feel unbearably uncomfortable.

After some time she placed the measuring tape around her neck and observed you for a good while. “One more thing I want to check can I touch your face with my bare hands?” She washed her hands for the third time in this little measuring session.

“Sure?”

She walked closer to you and cupped your cheeks with a familiar concentration in her eyes. She felt around your ears, nose, lips and cheeks. She then moved away and observed you for another minute.

“I’m honestly amazed.” She mumbled. “There are a lot of good spots and I can’t even tell them to the clients since you don't want sex.” A pout formed on her lips. “For example your lips are perfect for biting into while kissing, your neck is great for it too which is pretty rare as well. Not to forget your face, right here.” She rubbed her cheek bones for demonstration. “Collar bone, your wrist which is almost never done and your fucking fingers like look at this…” She showed you your fingers. “I’ve never seen anyone with bitable fingers this spot is especially good for the vampires with fangs closer together…”

“What do you mean by closer together?”

“Oh... well most of us have fangs here.” She smiled and pointed her sharpened canines. “But some have here.” She brought her fingers closer together now on lateral incisors. “Where was I? Your thighs are prefect for it too as well as your breasts…”

She got interrupted by a bell ringing from behind the curtain. “Cassandra? Why are you not on you work station?” The woman rolled her eyes in frustration.

“Let’s finish this at the front desk.” She opened the curtain for you. “After you milady.”

Her casual manner of speech was gone and this politeness made you feel uneasy. When you got out you noticed an older looking man fussing around the front desk. “Who the hell are you?” You flinched.

“Calm down old man I was measuring her.” Cassandra sat down in her chair. “Please sit down in front of me.” She gestured to the seat on the other side of the counter.

“We don’t need any more freaks who want to get their blood sucked for fun.” He glared at Cassandra who only glared at him.

“For your info sir…” She said the word ‘sir’ like it was a slur. “We are understaffed with women and…”

“What do you know…?”

“She is AB negative.”She interrupted him.

“Why should I care…?”

“Last month a wine bottle filled with AB negative blood sold on the market for seven million…” She did it again? By their manner of speech they are a boss and the employee but they are talking so rudely to each other.

“Madam it is a pleasure to have you here.” He interrupted Cassandra and smiled kindly at you.

You felt anger building up inside you from the way this man was acting. You were worth something now you were important? “I’m starting to think that I should find another angency.”

“No, madam we are the best of the best…”

“Keep in mind that the only reason I will be staying here is because Cassandra went through all that trouble to sing me up and it would be a waste of my time to go somewhere else.” You were higher in position here; he needs you not the other way around. Well you do need the money but you can get it at any agency, you just happened to choose this one since your friend recommended it.

Cassandra let out an amazed whistle. “You go momma.” She smirked.

“Right, I shall… well I’ll leave you two to it. Goody bye.” He hurriedly walked out of the establishment.

“I fucking hate him, but he gives me heavy discounts so I guess it’s not so bad.” She commented. “Right the spots, I told you which were good now you tell me with which you’ll feel most comfortable with.” She continued to type into her computer.

“Wrist and fingers are fine; I can do collarbones and shoulders if I don’t have to undress neck too.” You said.

“I have to write everything down but I will only specify which you want so you feel the most comfortable…” She got interrupted by a phone ringing which made her sigh. “This is the Black Widow agency, you bite or get bitten pleasure goes both ways how can I help you?” She had the perfect costumer service voice in the world, so cheerful too.

“Oh it’s you.” Her smile dropped from the fake one to a neutral expression. “Right now? Are you nuts?” She furrowed her eyebrows. “Well I can’t call in anyone in fifteen minutes dumb ass especially for your needs.” Her attention turned to you. “Hold on for a second.” She pressed the pone on her chest and leaned closer to you. “Are you okay with doing a procedure in fifteen?” She asked.

“Um… sure if we are done...” You need the money as soon as possible so your nervousness doesn’t have a chance to play a role as the words left your mouth.

“Good girl…” She leaned back in her chair. “Okay because it is on short notice I won’t give you any info besides the bitable places when you get here.” She smirked. “Yeah, yeah five minutes tops I know.” She rolled her eyes again. “See you later.”

“Okay pretty lady we are done for now I have to write down some stuff but I don’t need you to be here for that. So here is how it goes. I’ll show you a room you have to wait there and when the client comes they’ll tell how the like to do it and where, so you don’t have to worry about that. When you start feeling dizzy ask the client to stop if they don’t do it, repeat it just in case maybe they didn’t hear you but if they still keep sucking your blood you will press this button.” She slid a small remote closer to you on the counter.

“Okay…”

“Good, this will signal me that you need help and I’ll come and save you like a prince on a white horse.” She chuckled. “What else…?” She mumbled. “Right… when the client asks you to sample your blood you just have to put your hand out like this.” She demonstrated. “The client will then take a needle and prick your finger with it. No big deal.”

“I get it.” You said nervously fidgeted with the hem of your skirt.

“You don’t have to be nervous. The dude never takes that much blood but I have to warn you because of protocol and his fangs are not all that big so you’ll be fine.” She rose form her seat. “Follow me.”

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Bride in White. Yan Giorno x Reader [COMM]

When you had fantasized about this day in your youth, this is not what you had desired.

In those days, you pictured how you would count down the days until your wedding. Mulling over a dress you wanted to wear, one that was within your budget but pretty nonetheless. Maybe an outdoor venue, friends and family alike joining together to witness your union. There’d be butterflies in your stomach as you held onto your bouquet, breath hitched. Most important of all, the one who would be waiting for you at the end of the aisle.

A person you truly loved.

Eerily, certain lavish elements align with what you would’ve wanted. Almost as if he peeked in your mind and stole it for himself. The venue you were to be wed reminded you of a whimsical fairy tale, indulging you in its architectural beauty. A cathedral with warm, earth tone colors with tall ceilings that reached to the heavens. Colored sunlight shone through broad, mosaic windows, illuminating aisles of wooden pews.

“I’m not a pious man,” Giorno had claimed, as he monitored you with his eyes. He must have mistaken your wide eye look for acceptance of the situation. “But it feels right.”

But it feels right.

Those four words haunted you the moment they left his roseate lips. He couldn’t have expressed the gravity of your situation, the living nightmare of your life more perfectly if he had tried. Every freedom he readily plucked from you like a flower petal, all the undesirable parts of you that he trimmed away, planting you wherever he saw fit to soak in your beauty. The single difference you can find is a flower will eventually wither away to nothing and wilt.

Whereas Giorno, your ever dutiful lover, cruelly refuses to let you meet the same fate.

All of this was thrusted upon you because it felt right to him. He’s assured that this is what love is and you’d be a fool to think otherwise. What happened in his past to delude him into believing this sick parody of love is right? Questions like this will remain unanswered, Giorno skillfully dodging them with ease when presented with your numerous concerns.

Freedoms you were generously given did little for you. Giorno took care of a majority of the planning, considering what minuscule input you offered. Whether it’s because he envisioned your union in a particular way -- or he was tired of your lackadaisical responses to wedding detail questions -- he stopped asking. The illusion of choice he presented you with was insulting in your eyes.

You don’t want to choose the flavor of cake, what orchestral arrangements are to be played during the reception, or what kind of veil you’ll wear. It’s as macabre as preparing for your own funeral down to the letter, you concluded. No, none of those frivolous things will bring you the true desire of your heart.

Living your life as you did before meeting the Don of Passione.

“I-is it to your liking?”

A young woman around your age asks, pulling back to allow you to see your own reflection. The person working on your hair continues in silence, the pair only speaking to you when absolutely necessary. It’s not like you can blame them, you think bitterly. Treading carefully and minding your mannerisms is an all too familiar dance.

“Yes, thank you.” you offer in response after brief deliberation, to which she lets out a shaky sigh of relief. A fluffy brush dances across your face as she continues her work, blending together your foundation or making small touch ups when necessary. Seeing your own somber reflection being dolled up stirs unknown emotions within you, almost prompting you to laugh humorlessly.

Your hair has been pulled back into a loose braid. Woven into your hair are flowers, likely created by Gold Experience. From light pink juliet roses to white hydrangeas, all stunningly beautiful despite your inner hatred for what they represent. It’s not that Giorno can’t afford to obtain flowers from other sources. The act of claiming you is what this represents.

Highlight that compliments your skin color is set upon your cheekbones and lightly dusted onto your nose, cheeks subtly rosy from blush. The color of your eyes is brought out by smokey eye shadow, eyelids covered in flecks of gold then finished with dark winged eyeliner. Lastly, in the color that Giorno had picked out himself, your lips plump and covered in a deep pink.

As for the dress, Giorno considered your minimal input when deciding on it. Weeks of fittings and measurements in his private villa come flooding back to your mind, the irritating experience bestowing upon you an extravagant dress. A sweetheart neckline, with a mermaid silhouette that extended past your feet. It has a bare back, with a long cathedral chain behind you. The fabric clings to your curves beautifully, made of lace and tulle.

It’s hard to justify messing up their work, as much as you’d love to. As innocent bystanders in this entangling mess, you loathe the thought of them getting in trouble for your tantrum. Knuckles tightening by your sides until your nails press painfully to your skin, you stop only to realize how it’d displeasure Giorno to see your beautiful skin tainted by crimson.

A door opens behind you, the sound of fine orchestral accompaniments growing louder. In the mirror, you’re able to see one of your bodyguards, Fugo. His normal outfit riddled with holes replaced by a coal black tux, gaze serious as ever.

“She walks out in five minutes. Is everything done by now?” he asks in a way that leaves room for little argument. Fugo has always been a no nonsense type of man, the stress from keeping a monumental event like this safe and moving along weighing down on him. Your hairdresser doesn’t look back while she responds, adding final flourishes while time allows.

“It will be. We’re just wrapping up now.”

Fugo runs a hand through his hair, sighing but nodding his head. For privacy he closes the door, likely standing by it for added security. The comfort of this room will soon be left behind you, as much as you want to stay hidden away forever. All you can think is this aspect will be over after today, though a much crueler fate awaits you with open arms.

After what feels like a too short amount of time, they begin prompting you to stand, handing you your bouquet of expensive and vibrant flowers. Your grip on which is weak, hands shaking too much to gain a proper grasp. Taking in a deep breath and closing your eyes, you do everything within your power to quench this stifling anxiety.

With no rest for the weary, Fugo once again opens the door. He meets your gaze, lips set in a tight frown but not commenting on your aghast expression; likely in an act of mercy towards you. He silently offers you his arm to steady your teetering figure, to which you shake your head. You’ve made it this far on your lonesome, the rest of the world failing you at every opportunity.

It’s more of a symbolic act now since you’ll have to take his arm later, Fugo being the one to give you away in the stead of your father. This is one of the conditions you presented to Giorno in return for your full compliance, that he leaves your family alone from all mafia related circumstances, this included. He seemed more than pleased at the time to accept his beloved’s request.

Wedding veil gingerly placed atop you, all the preparations steps have been completed. There’s no other acceptable excuses you can present at this moment, the calling before you beckoning. Fugo prompts you to walk out with him, a hallway not long enough for your liking in front of you.

Each step takes every ounce of your willpower. All you can hear, like a mantra within your own mind, is that you need to get yourself together. That’s the deal you made with him, the one that you need to stick by in spite of yourself. For the safety of those you care about, you must present yourself as a perfect and overjoyed bride.

Two intimidating looking men dressed for the occasion stand on either side of the large doors, ready to open the gates of your own personal hell. Fugo nods to them, his authority within the organization prompting them to open the doors to the chapel. At the very second of doing so, the orchestra changes their song to the bridal chorus.

Rich sounds of the organ flood your ears, lips quivering at the crushing sound reverberating within these tightly packed walls. The sensation of hundreds of faceless strangers staring at you makes your knees go weak, all of them now standing out of respect for your soon-to-be husband. None of them mean anything to you, but you’d be a fool to not acknowledge their importance. From politicians to fellow mafiosos, all eyes are on you.

Sensing your hesitation to continue walking, Fugo gently nudges you forward. The act breaks you from your momentary stupor, allowing you to continue down the aisle with faux grace. Running out of other sights to look at, your gaze hesitantly falls onto Giorno, who grows closer by the second.

He’s composed, as you’ve come to expect from him. There’s an image of rigidness that needs to be maintained with being a Don. His lips curl into a content smile when your eyes meet. Every ounce of your being screaming, pleading, for you to look away. To run away. Yet you can’t, the logical side of your brain being won over by the intensity of his presence.

Your body moves in a trance-like state towards him, drawn to his serene expression and loving eyes. Otherworldly is how you describe him in this moment, sunlight shining against his golden hair which is loose from the normal braid. No expenses were cut on his own outfit, wearing a luxurious navy blue Givenchy suit.

There’s no denying that the devil incarnate is nothing short of beautiful.

Fugo goes to shake Giorno’s hand, instead of your real father. He gives you one last look before descending down the stairs and taking his seat in the front row. Now feeling all on your own, you feel the anxiety from before returning in full force. What frightens you the most now is how gentle Giorno’s emerald eyes are, how much heartfelt love shines within them for you. It feels like his gaze pierces through your being, capable of reading every thought.

Offering him a smile that you pray he finds satisfactory, Giorno lifts the veil over your face.

“I’ve never seen someone so breathtaking.” he mutters under his breath, only for you to hear. Goosebumps dot your skin at his affectionate proclamation.

He then turns to look to the altar. You mirror this action, seeing an eldery man who must be the priest. Seeing his lips move, you faintly process that he’s addressing the two of you. All the world slows down as your fate is sealed, head growing dizzier by the second. This stifling atmosphere all but grabs you by the neck, suffocating you. Body on autopilot, you respond only when prompted to do so.

Now time for rings to be exchanged, Giorno grabs your hand with utmost care. He smiles at you, one that’s different than normal. One that doesn’t have hidden intentions behind it, an agenda to manipulate your feelings. No, this comes from the depths of his soul. From his overflowing love for you, that drowns out any other sensations.

He places the ring on your finger, expensive diamonds and gold band sliding on with shackles. “With this ring I, Giorno Giovanna, take you, [First], to be my own. To have you by side and support you until I draw my final breath, to love you with everything that I am and more. Let this be a symbol of our union that will last until the end of time itself.”

Words flow from his mouth with practiced ease, silver tongue threatening to draw you in. Your heart rate hammers away as you realize it’s your turn to speak your own vows, no longer protected by having to repeat someone else’s words. Giorno required of you to write it yourself, one of the cruelest things he could’ve had you do.

To speak of an abundance of love for someone you have nothing but deep abhorrence for.

Giorno’s eyes flicker at your lack of response, muscles of his jaw taut. A darkness momentarily seeps within his expression, one that you recognize all too well. This is the Giorno that you know. Lightly clearing your throat in mock sentiment, you pass it off as being choked up. Placing Giorno’s ring onto his ring finger, you shiver as your skin brushes against his.

Recalling the dishonest words, you speak them through a forced smile. “With this ring I, [First], take you, my dearest Giorno, to stand by you through the trials of life. The joys of my life are brought to me by you, and now I wish to return the favor. Allow me to repay you by being yours, and may nothing stand between us.”

Any signs of malice have melted away, a beaming expression taking their place on his countenance. Every word brought bile to your throat, numerous lies spilling from you like sweet venom. Your impeccable acting goes unnoticed, as he draws closer to you. Or maybe he does notice it but wants to delude himself into believing you’re being honest.

“By the power vested in me by God and man, I pronounce you wife and husband. What God has joined together, let no man put asunder. You may kiss your bride.”

Warm hands on both sides of your face caress you, the pads of his thumbs rubbing circles into your skin. What’s meant to be a tender moment causes your blood to run cold, hairs on the back of your neck standing at the realization of what this next action means. Giorno leans forward, long eyelashes fluttering shut. Soft lips mold against your own in a chaste kiss, your body tingling and scent of his rich cologne enveloping you.

He lingers for a second longer, before pulling back a few inches. Golden locks tickle your skin, his warm breath fanning against your flustered face. Giorno greedily drinks in the unfolding events in front of him, wordlessly portraying to you the depths of his obsession. You can only imagine what he’s thinking, and what it means for you. He feels like he’s won, that this victory will cement your place with him.

Closing his eyes once more, he offers you his arm. Understanding the gesture, you take it without protest. The smile never leaves his face as he turns around to face those who have gathered to the ceremony with you at his side.

Meaningless cheers erupt behind you, a once in a lifetime event of witnessing the union of Passione’s Don filling the air with palpable electricity. As you assume he wants, you follow Giorno’s lead by walking out towards the large wooden doors. His grip on you is tight, both physically steadying and emotionally unsettling you.

Going through the motions, is what you decide this detached state of existence is. Pushing through the numbness that threatens to take hold, you smile your best dazzling smile. It all happens in a flurry, crowds parting to allow for your safe passage. Once you walk out the Cathedral doors, you’re met with grains of rice fluttering onto you from either side and more delight.

All the faces that go by you like a blur appear overjoyed, paling in comparison only to Giorno. In the time you’ve had to share with him, you’re incapable of recalling seeing him this thrilled. The day is long from over, an outdoor reception already set up for you to sludge through. At least for this aspect, you doubt anyone will speak to you directly. Or if they do, it’ll be a predictable conversation that you already have designated answers to give.

Their attention will mostly remain on Giorno, congratulating him on the union. You wonder if some poor soul learned through experience that it’s unwise to have their eyes linger on you for too long. Giorno is a walking contradiction, wanting to both present his beautiful lover yet setting boundaries to prevent people from getting too close for his liking.

As you predicted, congratulatory words are shared hundreds of times. Hours pass of the same, monotonous routine. The one aspect that causes you to subtly stiffen every time is when an individual addresses you as Mrs. Giovanna. It feels like a part of your identity has been stolen, among all the other things he has taken from you.

“Do you need to rest? We’ve been standing for some time.” Giorno whispers into your ear, after a mafioso expressed his regards to his Don. You shake your head, not wanting to be alone with him. With all these people around, you oddly feel safer. Though none of them would stand up for you as it’s a certified death wish.

“I’ll be alright,” you respond to him with a sigh, lowering your head to look at the tile underneath you. “It’s just been a lot.”

Giorno considers your words, searching for emotions that aren’t there. You distract yourself by looking around, feeling content that these people are having fun even if you’re not. Families speaking amongst themselves enjoying the fine catering, partners dancing and almost everyone holding a wine glass. Asking him never felt like a priority, but you do wonder how much this spectacle cost.

As the evening progresses, the sun lowers into the sky. Beams of orange and yellow mixing together enrapture everything in sight, the scent of delicacies and wine mixing together. Milan is an enrapturing city. All day you’ve had no appetite, Giorno having to convince you to eat something. Looking down at the plate that he brought you, a slice of buttered focaccia is what you settle on.

Speaking of Giorno, he left your side for the first time in hours to speak to some security. You feel like it’s easier to breathe outside of his presence, though the respite won’t last much longer. As expected, he returns to you and extends his hand. You hesitate before grabbing it, to which he helps you up.

“We’ll be heading to our hotel now.” he instructs you, leading you to the curb where a limousine awaits. Ever the gentleman, Giorno opens the door for you to take your seat before sitting next to you himself. A final group of cheers for the new couple break out, before the crowd is behind you.

Only the low drum of the engine fills your ears, your lap holding your interest. Feeling emotionally drained to the core, you don’t offer any resistance when Giorno lays his hand over your own. Working up the courage to look at him, you’re met with a serene expression. He loosens his tie some, upward curl of his lips never faltering.

“Cara… you looked troubled,” he squeezes your hand reassuringly. “Is something bothering you?”

“Ah. I’m not used to all that attention and socializing.” you admit in truth, a sheepish smile of your own creeping up. Giorno is the only person who you have contact with on a regular basis. You forgot what it was like to converse with strangers, even in passing. Giorno seems to understand, bright green eyes softening.

He reaches to a pen in his jacket, and before your very eyes, it turns into an impressive burgundy rose. Giorno’s ability is a mystifying one, no matter how many times you witness it. He quietly laughs at your wide eye look, before tucking it behind your ear.

“We’ll be alone soon enough.”

It’s a phrase meant to soothe you, yet it has the opposite effect. A hidden meaning glimmers underneath the surface, one that you anticipate.

Still in a dreamlike state, you eventually arrive in a luxurious suite. This is one of the finest hotels in Milan, with a vast view of the historic city. Placing your hand to the glass of the window, you hear footsteps approaching you from behind. Not feeling the need to turn around to greet your husband, Giorno makes up for it by wrapping his arms around your torso.

He presses himself against you, head lowering to the crux of your neck to take in your scent. A perfume that he chose for you. His lips ghost over your pulse, appreciating how it gains speed at his teasing touch. He knows this body well. This is a culmination of all he’s desired, the payoff of you before him. Giorno’s hands hover up to your shoulder, where he plays with the straps of your dress.

You close your eyes.

Lifting his head to your ears, you shiver at his low declaration. “Now, give all of yourself to me, mio bellissimo amore.”

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