#odofics

[odocoiileus]

pairings: mammon x gn! reader – 18+

warnings: cussing, másturbation, mammons obsessed with mc lol

a/n: I've comeback from the grave

mammon is your first. the first demon you made a pact with, the first demon you had a real bond with. and to say that he's very vocal and proud of this is an understatement. everybody in devildom knows.

of course, there were misunderstandings at first. with him announcing such a statement as wild as that, a lot of people got the wrong idea. which embarrasses you and mammon (mostly mammon, bless him). it's not like that! they have the wrong idea! he's just your first pact! where'd they get that idea from?!

except..one day mammon starts thinking about it that way, too. he's your first pact. can he be the first demon you kiss, too? he may try to act like he doesn't care, but the way his cheeks immediately flush a deep red and he stammers incoherently, begging for another – it's painfully obvious that he's ecstatic, and it only fuels ..other thoughts.

said thoughts that have him fisting his hardened, leaking cock at night in his bedroom. imagining that his hand is yours, spitting on his palm and rubbing up and down, up and down, up and down – wishing it was your mouth or other holes. he can see it now, already. oh god, you'd look so beautiful on top of him. he needs you so bad to the point it's painful.

fantasies that have him whining and gasping, cumming with a strangled moan that resembles your name. he's left panting in his bed, cum splattered on his stomach and he thinks that's the end ..until he realizes that his cock is still hard, sensitive to the touch, but begging for attention. he's desperate. so, so desperate. please, he's been your first pact and kiss, can he be the first demon to fuck you, too?

[oldschoolfic-ds9]

The Alternate

by THemenover, unknown year

(Author did not provide a summary. The following is reader provided.) Novelization of the DS9 episode "The Alternate."

Words: 15471, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Rating: PG

Warnings: none listed

Characters: Odo, DS9 crew

Relationships: none listed

Reader suggested tags (what are these?): none

links (link broken? report it and try the archive.org alternative):

archive.org - option 1

[wiinestories]

While Angelo operated as a criminal, he stuck to a valuable rule for both himself and his associates: women shouldn't be harmed unless they chose to play smart. In other words, if a woman proved to be a threat or could potentially jeopardize his operations, he would treat her accordingly. However, Angelo had no intention of harming Eden. Instead, his aim was to intimidate her enough so she would hand over the money she owed. As he watched her and studied her demeanor, she seemed to him like a delicate, beautiful flower. Behind his facade of dangerous man, there was undoubtedly a man that appreciated beauty, for sure.

A brow was raised as she began to stammer, taking steps forward until she reached the countertop. His gaze widened when her response was that she didn't have the money. He clicked his tongue in disappointment, shaking his head slowly as his eyes remained fixed on hers. Angelo Santino was a man who always got what he wanted, whether it took seconds, hours, days, weeks, or even months. And when things didn't go as he expected, he'd unleash his anger. "That's clearly not the answer I was expecting," he remarked with a hint of frustration in his voice. "I don't want only one thousand. I want all of it." He didn't find amusement in wasting his time, and she surely was beginning to make him waste it.

However, her threat involving the police made his eyes narrow, and his hand instinctively reached up to grab her jaw, his fingertips applying light pressure to his grasp. His face inched closer, and she could feel his warm breath against her soft skin. "You're in no position to threaten me with the fucking police, Eden," He warned with a serious tone. "I gave you enough time, and I need that money. Now. So you better find a way to give it back to me."

She wasn't one to curse but she could've cursed out the high heavens for not being fast enough to that door. She stepped back as quickly as she could but nothing changed that Angelo towered Eden. She was small, dainty. Such a delicate little thing. Her heart was about to give out or from how rapidly it beat, she thought it would. What was she meant to say? Get out? He could break her arm in one twist if he wanted to, he could hurt her so easily she knew that and it might not seem like much, a broken bone but she needed those arms to work this bakery.

"I don't... I d-.." she was already started to stammering and oh, how she hated her nervous stammer. It only showed through in moments that she felt small, intimidated, frightened. She stepped back against but now her back pressed into her countertop. "I d-don't have it. I don't have your money." It'd all been one thing after another, setting up this business and then Ben, her big brother, shot in the street and Eden couldn't rest, she'd paid for his funeral then hired a private investigator and they weren't cheap, then her granny's care home, that wasn't cheap either but she'd had that money to fall back on, enough that she paid in bulk and she wasn't about to revoke that and ask for any of it back. "I don't have it the.. the best I could umm I c-could do.." she stammered again, her hands were shaking. "I could maybe get a thousand together." her voice was timid and hushed, a thousand wasn't even a fraction of what she owed. It'd cover nothing.

"I'd give you it all! If I had it I'd give you it but I..." she shook her head, trying to find any words that'd be enough for him but she didn't have them. "If you hurt me, I'll call the police." she tried to sound brave, tried to square her shoulders and stand her ground, it was quite cute, the way she tilted her head up to appear to stand taller.

[amandaoftherosemire]

Second Sight -- Part Nineteen

Fandom: Marvel Avengers AU/MCU AU

Pairing: Loki Odinson X fem!Reader

Characters: Loki Odinson, OMC Odof, Unnamed Guard

Author: @amandaoftherosemire

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 6,276

Format: Series WIP

Warnings: TW: assault, TW: sexual assault, TW: violence, TW: murder, TW: very minor character death, smut, NSFW, 18+ only, sexual intercourse, sex in public (kinda), language.

Summary: Loki takes you on a long overdue honeymoon on a pleasure planet. You can’t take your eyes off the spectacle while Loki can’t take his eyes off you. When you inadvertently draw the attention of the casino guard, Loki takes you on a wild escape through the alien city, and the excitement overwhelms you both.

A/N: Regarding the trigger warnings, the assault is not described in detail and is over very quickly. It does involve unwanted sexual contact, however, a grope, if you will, so please engage with caution if this subject matter is upsetting to you.

I guess I am constitutionally incapable of not telling this story until it is done. So I’ll keep posting it until Tumblr dies or the story is finished, whichever comes first. I’m also posting it on AO3 so I think I have to finish it no matter what happens. The taglist is still open. 😊

I’m not quite sure what to say about this chapter. I guess I thought everything was going too well and Loki needed a chance to be himself for a minute. Maybe I know what has to happen next and, well… 😬

<<Part Eighteen here

Second Sight Part Nineteen

Loki sat at a table in a corner, his back to the wall, a glass of Kree wine on the table in front of him. The zealots were aggravating, but they could craft truly spectacular spirits. He was enjoying the wine almost as much as he was enjoying watching you enjoy yourself.

You were across the room, playing a form of darts with a trio of Ravagers. Loki didn't know how you managed to do it, but you kept finding the most dangerous and violent creatures in any given room. He’d worry more about it if you weren’t so adept at charming each and every one of them. Taking you into the wider universe made him feel better about his own inability to resist your allure. If there was a rogue in the galaxy you couldn't wrap around your finger, you'd yet to find him. Loki had simply been the first to fall, not the only. To his never-ending relief.

The bar was an unimposing establishment in the part of town that started leaning toward rough but didn’t quite reach dangerous. It wasn’t a bar in the Midgardian sense, as there was no long counter between the person who served the drinks and the clientele. But the tentacled creature in the corner served the same purpose as a bartender, a table in front of them and an array of ingredients from which to make beverages surrounding them, a sympathetic ear for anyone who chose to confide in them.

The room wasn’t big, but the tables weren’t packed tightly together. Loki had snagged a small table in the corner, black native wood, covered in scars and dings from the years of use, but clean, as the bartender prided themself such things. He sat there, his back against a bright green wall, and watched you learn how to communicate with a bartender who mostly communicated in gesture. You seemed to be having the time of your life.

You were laughing and joking with your new friends, effervescent in your confidence. Loki swirled the shimmering golden liquid in his glass and smiled at you, at himself, at the softness he could feel inside. He'd once disdained such feelings, seen them as weaknesses. He hadn't known that a partner in mischief only made it more exciting, that concern for that partner would make him so much more dangerous. He would destroy worlds for you, bathe in blood to keep you safe. Soft he may be, for you, but that softness only made him sharper and more vicious to all others.

That sharpness had his hackles rising at the sight of the casino guard who'd just come through the door, clearly looking for someone. Loki didn't know how or why, but something told him he knew what the man was looking for. When his eyes latched onto you as you called out to the bartender for another round, Loki knew he was about to prove that you'd made him more than he had been. Loki glanced around to make sure no one was watching before shimmering into invisibility.

Grateful for once that his magic didn't work on you, he gestured to get your attention and beckoned you over once he caught your eye. You practically danced over, the euphoria from the unfamiliar liquor adding to the delights of the evening and making you feel light as air. You dropped into the seat next to him, a huffing laugh of joy bubbling up.

"What's up, love?" By the time you were done with the question, your demeanor had changed, serious and watchful in response to the dark aura that surrounded Loki. You could see on his face that something had gone wrong. The tightness of his jaw, the white knuckles around his wineglass told you he was preparing to do violence if the situation warranted it. You sat back a little, but prepared to move if he gave the signal.

"There's a guard from the casino about to sit next to you." Loki breathed out the words in a rush, not wanting to be overheard and needing you to understand the danger before the guard reached you. "He can't see me."

You raised your eyebrows and sat back casually, though you were braced to run at the slightest sign from Loki. You watched him as he watched the guard approach you, his eyes glittering with menace, but the other man didn't see Loki and couldn't be intimidated. He was another giant, over seven feet tall and built like a barbarian. The guard sauntered up with confidence; as far as he knew, he could pick you up and carry you out with one hand if it became necessary.

The man was hoping it wouldn't be necessary. He was the sort you preferred barter to violence and thought you pretty enough to offer something he wanted. He didn’t see any reason to drag you back to the casino for questioning if you proved sufficiently entertaining. "Hello, miss," he rumbled behind you. "A word?"

You looked up at yet another giant, but this one didn't look friendly, didn't give you the good vibes of your friend earlier. You stared him down a moment, taking his measure, before you warily answered, "And if I say no?"

Loki was too busy watching the guard to grin at you as he wanted to. You were magnificent, as haughty and cruel as a queen as you verbally dismissed the other man as though he wasn’t worth your notice, let alone your fear. However large he may be, and despite his intentions, you made it clear he held no terror for you. A dull flush climbed the pale skin of his face, and his eyes went hard with banked rage.

"No reason to not be polite, miss," he gritted out as he took the chair next to yours, leaning in to explicitly threaten with his size. "We don’t have to talk. I could drag you out of here to join your friend in our holding cell if you’d rather."

Your nose wrinkled at the smell of his breath wafting across your face and disgust dripped from your words in response. "And why would you want to do such a thing in the first place?" You straightened in your seat and turned your head to avoid the foul stench coming off of the man. He had a handsome face, but the nasty leer twisting it combined with the smell of him to make your stomach turn.

"I get paid a pretty penny to make sure people don't cheat the casino, miss." The guard reached out and closed his hand around the back of your chair, closing you in with his body in an attempt to block your escape route. You were careful not to look directly at Loki, but you watched him in your periphery, waiting for his signal. Since he was still watching the other man with glittering eyes, motionless as he waited for the right moment to act, you stayed put and focused on the threat.

"I didn't cheat!" You answered the accusation in ringing indignation. "How dare you? I got lucky and walked away before my luck ran out." Your mind was racing, trying to figure out what kind of casino went to such lengths for only two wins. There had to be more to it than that, which explained why Loki hadn't moved, but you weren't certain it was worth investigating when you could just make a break for it.

The guard's leer turned lecherous. "Say I believe you, miss." The hand not blocking your escape closed around your thigh and moved shockingly fast up under your skirt. "What's in it for me to let you go?" The next moment his hand went lax and fell away from you. You'd been about to scream the rafters down, but the guard's eyes fell closed, and he slumped onto the table in a heap. At your feet was a quickly spreading pool of blood pouring from the inside of his thigh.

You lifted eyes shocked and horrified to Loki's viciously cold expression and whisper-screamed, "DID YOU JUST KILL HIM?" The situation had turned so suddenly and unexpectedly violent that you had whiplash.

"He put his hands on you." The next moment, Loki was standing and tossing a bag of money on the table. He grabbed your hand in a vise grip and hauled you to your feet, pulling you quickly behind him toward the back of the bar. You stared back at the body of the man that had assaulted you, only to reap the consequences of that choice immediately.

"Okay, yes, he did." You were on the verge of babbling, too shocked by the sudden turn of events and the sight of your first dead body. "And no, I didn’t like it, but I didn’t expect you to kill him!" You were barely paying attention to anything but keeping up with Loki. You could hear the beginning of an uproar in the room you'd left as he dragged you through the back room of the bar where they kept their inventory and out the back door into an alleyway. "How did you even do that?"

Loki took a quick glance in each direction before taking a left to zigzag through the back streets of the city. If he'd been alone, he'd have simply slipped between the shadows and been off this planet already, but of course he couldn't take you with him when he shadowwalked outside the Nine Realms. He'd have to take you out the long way, but the city guards would be looking for the two of you now, and their relationship with the casino guards would make them determined to find you. Loki wasn't worried about his ability to protect you but was still determined to get you off the planet before he had to spill any more blood on your shoes.

"My knives are very sharp." His voice was cold, and he was sick that this trip could be so ruined by violence. At the same time, no one could be allowed to put his hands on you like that. The man had signed his own death warrant the moment he'd touched you. "He probably didn’t even notice he was bleeding out."

Loki glanced at you, searching your face for signs of disgust or horror. All he found was pale-faced confusion. He'd never seen you look like this and didn't know what it meant, let alone how to handle it. He was furious with himself that he hadn't acted before the guard had a chance to hurt you. Fury and guilt roiled his stomach and made him feel ill. He fell into old habits and hid the sick feeling behind callous cruelty. "Unfortunate he couldn’t know why he was dying, but it seemed best not to draw attention." Loki wanted to keep his eyes on you, concerned by both your demeanor and your silence, but he needed to keep an eye out for the guards he could hear amassing in the main street. "Which is why we left before anyone noticed that something was amiss."

At the sight of a clump of men coming down the alley, Loki ducked into an alcove, pulling you in with him and counting on the spells he'd placed around you to keep you invisible to them as they passed by. He placed a finger to his lips to indicate he wanted silence as making you inaudible had been much more difficult than making you invisible.

You glared at him but didn't say anything. You were still gobsmacked by the sudden death of the man in the bar. You had never experienced anything like it, been talking to someone one moment and watching the life fade from their eyes the next. You knew Loki to be dangerous, had personal experience of it, but this was the first time you'd been confronted with concrete evidence that he was capable of dealing death, the cold and calculated kind.

If you weren't also vaguely sickened by the memory of how it had felt to have the man assault you so brazenly, so suddenly, perhaps you would have felt more remorse at his death. As the remnants of his foul touch were still burning your skin, you were more concerned with getting out of this situation alive than you were with scolding Loki for murdering someone practically in your lap.

"I’m not going to argue," you said in a soundless whisper, "but we’re going to discuss this further."

Loki didn't speak until the clot of guards had made their way past your alcove, not seeing either of you as they passed by. Once they were far enough down the alley, Loki pulled you from the niche in the wall and again began making his way out of the city and back to the beach where the portal home still waited. "I cannot wait," he retorted, his voice only a whisper of sound, but the affection was back.

The two of you dodged the teams of searchers, weaving in and out of the side streets to avoid the men looking for you. If you hadn't been invisible, they'd have found you easily; there were too many to avoid without the added advantage. As it was, there were a lot of moments where all you could do was duck into a corner or an alcove and wait for the guards to pass you by.

Near the edge of the city, a large contingent of the guards had congregated, setting up what looked like a roadblock. Loki came to a halt so quickly, you ran into his back. With a swift, low curse, he glanced around, looking for a place to take a moment and consider his options. To his frustration, he spotted exactly what he needed, an empty building, across the main street. He was going to have to take you across the way in full view of the crowd of guards.

Loki turned to look at you, to gauge how you were holding up through the nerve-wracking escape. To his astonishment, you looked annoyed more than anything. Whatever you were thinking or feeling, he could see that you were holding up fine under the pressure, that you were as bold and fearless as he thought you to be.

As a matter of fact, you were far more than annoyed. The pressure was getting to you, but you also knew that falling apart would only make a bad situation worse. So far, Loki and his spells had shielded you and you had faith that they would continue to do so. If they didn’t, Loki had made it abundantly clear that he would kill for you. Knowing it to be true, and having real life experience of it, however, were two very different things. The stew of feelings inside you was too complicated to understand. You needed time to assimilate the new data and untangle how you felt about it.

When Loki let go of your hand to slip his arm around your shoulder, you snuggled into his body, seeking comfort. Between the violence of the guard's assault and the vengeance Loki had taken on your behalf, you were feeling a little shaky and jittery. He had protected you, at every turn. You gladly accepted the safety of his embrace.

Loki swiftly guided you across the street to a door next to dark windows. You didn't know if the business was closed or abandoned, but it was clear it was empty either way. Loki only left your side long enough to slip through the door and unlock it from the inside. You slipped through the crack in the door as quickly as possible, not wanting to draw attention.

Once you were inside, Loki locked the door behind you and threw a spell at it that would keep all adversaries outside, at least unless and until the wall gave in. He then moved to the window to stare out at the crowd of guards blocking your route to the beach. He counted quickly, did quick mental math to decide whether he could get you through unscathed. If it had only been himself, he would have taken the chance of detection and fought his way through if necessary, but he wasn't sure he was willing to risk those odds with you. He'd teased you so relentlessly for being afraid to gamble and here he was dithering because he was too afraid for you. He hated this weakness.

"Thank you," you murmured as you slid your arms around him from behind, snugging yourself against his back with a sigh of relief. "I needed a moment to catch my breath." The room seemed to be an office of some sort, a lot of desks and paperwork. It looked like a haven compared to the wild chase that awaited you outside.

Loki whirled in your arms, turning away from the window to close his arms around you like bands of steel. He held you so tight, you felt him squeezing your breath from your lungs, but you didn't complain, just held him as close as you could in return. Your heart was still pounding and pounding from the mad dash through the streets and you could feel his race in his chest in time with yours.

You lifted your head to look into his face, wondering at that racing heart and wanting to gauge his mood. The moment you were face to face with him, however, you realized you'd made a mistake. His eyes were burning emeralds, hot with desire and something sharper, darker, something you'd only seen when he was most affected, most moved.

Loki dipped his head and closed his mouth over yours, desperate for the taste of you. He was holding you too tight and he knew it, but the peril had gone to his head and spiked his libido, while your unwavering faith in him left him feeling soft and weak for you. He'd already been on edge for hours and the sudden violence and the tension of the escape left him desperate to touch you, to remind himself that you were safe and still his, despite everything.

You didn't resist, the passion in his kiss the catalyst in an alchemical reaction inside you that changed fear to desire in the blink of an eye. You met his passion with matching fire, nipping at his lips and meeting the surge of his tongue with your own. He tasted wilder than ever before and you adored it, wanted more of it. If you hadn't been hiding from a mob bent on revenge, you wouldn't think twice about indulging your desire. As it was, you loosened your arms around him and tried to push yourself out of his hard embrace.

Loki lifted his head but didn't allow you to move. This is madness, he thought, his heart pounding even harder at the sight of your bottomless eyes, soft and dreamy with desire, with love. He hadn't realized how much of the fear of his escape had been about how you'd feel about him once you were safe.

He'd killed someone right in front of you. For you, yes, but he'd also shown you how cold, how vicious he could truly be. He hadn't known how deep the terror that you couldn't accept all of him had dug into him.

Knowing that he could have blood literally on his hands and you'd still come into his arms with not only desire, but love, and trust, and faith, cut him deeper than anything ever had. A new fear crystallized, that he didn't just desire you, adore you, but needed you. The feeling rose up to choke him and had lust's claws digging into his spine. “Am I hurting you?” He gritted out the words, hating his own loss of control.

Gulping in surprise, you stared up into searing emerald and saw that he spoke the unvarnished truth. Searching yourself for any denial, any lingering pain or fear from what had happened to you, you found only an answering need to be touched on your own terms. You shook your head and slid your hands from his shoulders back into his hair. The invitation was clear and, with a growl, he took your mouth with his own.

Loki devoured you.

You'd experienced this desperate passion before, the kind that made you feel like he'd consume you if he could, burn you alive in the fires of his lust. There were times you'd felt like there'd be nothing left when he was done with you, that you'd be ashes and shadows when the fire burned out.

But it had never been like this.

Loki's arms were no longer around you because his hands seemed to be everywhere, molding your body to his with squeezing presses. He seemed to be drawing your breath into him, leaving you panting and dizzy. Somehow, when he'd been kissing you breathless, you'd ended up with your back against the wall next to the window and his body was almost smothering you in heat and need.

Your mind cleared a very little bit when he tore his mouth from yours to close his teeth around the skin of your neck in sucking kisses designed to drive you crazy. "What are you doing?" You gasped it out, certain you knew the answer, but needing verification because of how suddenly the fire had blazed. Loki was daring, but he'd never lost control like this before.

"You." Loki's hands closed around your thighs and lifted to wrap your legs around his hips, pressing his erection against your core. His mouth never left your skin, moving over your neck and collarbones like he needed the taste of your flesh on his lips. Your head tilted to make it easier, seduced by both the urgency in his touch and the need in his voice.

"Here?" You'd never heard yourself sound so breathless, like he'd overwhelmed you, overcome you with the force of his need for you. Your hands buried themselves in his hair to hold on, needing to cling to him in the face of his desire. "Now?"

Loki pulled away from the wall, turning with you still in his arms to the rest of the room. "Here." The word dropped with a finality that sounded almost like a threat. He glanced around for a couch, a rug, whatever would serve as a surface to lose himself in you. "Now."

He found what he was looking for in the desk-like table in the middle of the room, the surface flat and about the right height. He took a couple long steps and set you down in front of it. As soon as your feet were under you, he spun you around and filled his hands with your breasts, his mouth returning to your shoulders to kiss and suck and bite. The way he curved around your body overbalanced you and had you bracing yourself on the desk in front of you.

"You’re out of your mind!" You gasped it out but had to acknowledge it lacked authority as you were pressing yourself into his hands, his body. You instinctively tilted your body to press your breast into the hand that hadn't gone wandering down your body to hike up your skirt. The movement also pressed your ass into the steel rod behind you and you rubbed against it provocatively, your body wanting to encourage this wild lovemaking, in the middle of danger, whatever your good sense had to say on the subject.

"I am out of my mind," Loki snarled in your ear, one hand plucking your nipple with clever fingers and sending bolts of sensation to your center. You clenched at the vicious darkness of his tone, the sound of his resentment oddly arousing. "You have driven me from it, and I cannot think for wanting you." His other hand had found the snaps at your hip and yanked them open in a swift, fierce movement. As soon as he had you bared to his touch his fingers were sliding into you from the front, over your clit, and spreading the wetness he discovered there. You were already soaking wet, brought to this point by his mouth at your shoulders and his other hand everywhere else.

"Every sense has become saturated in you," his breath was a whisper at your ear sending shivers over your skin, "and every moment without is an insult, an injury." Somehow, he'd arranged you with his hands and body until you were in the perfect position to slide inside you. You moaned long and low at the exquisite friction, surrounded by Loki's body, drenched in sensation, leaning forward a little, your head tilting forward at the exquisite sensation. "I want you tied up and at my mercy so I can take my time with you, make you beg for me."

Loki's hand hadn't left your clit even as he dug into you with short, maddening thrusts and you felt a climax already climbing. "Do you have mercy?" You asked the question fretfully, trying to get Loki to stop teasing you. You writhed in his arms in every way you'd learned he liked, pushing him to the edge. You fell forward enough to brace yourself on your elbows, trying to get more leverage to shove yourself onto him, needing him deeper.

Loki grinned at the feeling of you tempting him, taunting him. He loved bringing you to this point, where you gave in and showed him that the desire, the need he felt wasn't one-sided. You were binary stars, trapped in each other's orbit. You were his equal, and he yours, whether either of you wanted it or not. At this moment, buried inside you, only moments from feeling you come around him, he didn't care about anything but you.

"Perhaps," he replied as he lifted up and away from you, his hands leaving your clit and your breast to grip tightly at your hips. As soon as he had his hands around your waist, he used his strength to shove deep, to pull you onto him hard and fast, your groan of aching relief music to his ears. He smiled at the sound. "The only way to find out for certain is to start pleading for it."

There were more words from there, but they only came in singles and pairs, in the vein of, "right there," or "god, yes," or "harder," "faster," "more." Loki's fingers dug into the flesh of your hips as he pounded into you. The sight of his cock sliding in and out of you, the cheeks of your ass bouncing with every thrust, had him shuddering in possessive excitement. You were moaning in pleasure, the faster and harder he fucked you the closer you came to a life-changing orgasm.

Loki loved this, loved driving you into mindless pleasure, especially in such a moment, death waiting for you both just outside the door. That he could, that you'd give yourself to him so completely despite the danger made him feel both tender and feral. He carefully paced himself, not wanting to give in too soon, no matter what you did to entice him. And entice him you did.

You looked back at him, and he would swear your eyes were glowing with your desire, with your need. "Please," you whimpered, trying to push back in his tight grip, desperate for more. You were so close, the coil in your center tightening to the point of pain and he had the power to release all that tension. You just needed him to, "Fuck me, Loki."

Loki opened his mouth to retort, but you cut him off with another, "Please," this one so soft and needy, he lost control. With a curse, he was using that bruising grip at your hips as leverage to pull you onto his cock hard and fast. Within three thrusts you were coming apart, the shivers of pleasure starting where you were clenched around him, rippling in ecstasy, and spreading through the rest of your body in shimmering waves of pleasure.

To your dizzy shock, Loki didn't slow down, simply growled in triumph when he felt you coming apart around him. He snarled, "More," and fucked you faster. You moaned, could swear he'd gotten harder inside you, though you didn't know how that was possible. You rested your forehead on the table in front of you and whimpered, your climax not fully subsiding as Loki's cock pounded into you, pushing you up and over again and again.

"I can't," you moaned fretfully, oversensitized and not sure you could take much more. You were close, but climbing even that little bit to your peak seemed like more than your body could manage. The feeling of him surging in and out of you was outstanding, but it had gotten to the point where it was almost too good, too much, and you simply hung in his grip, absorbing what he gave you.

You fell forward a little when one of Loki's hands released your hip, but he was leaning forward to follow you. His hand slid around your front to slip between your legs, his long fingers circling your clit, strumming, rubbing. His breath hot on your neck, he chuckled darkly when your hips started to move again; of their own volition, of course. You had no power over your body anymore. "You will." He stated it confidently, then pinched your clit carefully, with just the right amount of force, learned from years of loving you, to send you into orbit.

Your body, already on edge from the multiple adrenaline rushes of the evening, wrecked by the fucking of your life, oversensitive and overstimulated, erupted into a toe-curling, earth-shaking, life-altering orgasm. You'd never come this hard in your life, your vision going gray and stars exploding behind your eyes. You convulsed in pleasure, waves of ecstasy nearly rendering you unconscious.

You were too far gone to notice that you screamed Loki's name, but he noticed, and the sound had him coming in a flurry of stuttering hips and with a roar of triumph. Once his mind cleared from the intense pleasure of emptying himself into you as you came around him, he considered the problems he'd had with making you inaudible and wondered if there was any way the rings had managed to cover the sounds you’d made.

Bent over you, panting from both the exertion and the pleasure, he started laughing at the thought that the two of you might be caught because he couldn't keep his hands off you. The idea struck him as both ridiculously funny and ridiculously stupid.

When your ears stopped ringing, you became aware of Loki, chuckling in your ear, his hands moving tenderly to separate your bodies, leaning you gently on the desk when your knees went soft. His own knees weaker than he’d like to admit, he used his magic to put himself back together but pulled a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe away the evidence of his passion from you. When he was finished, he vanished the cloth and helped redress you in the little shorts that he'd tossed to the floor.

Once that was done, he helped you stand up, shaking your skirt down around your thighs as he did so. To his smug satisfaction, you slid your arms around his neck to snuggle close, both in warm post-coital affection and to hold on to something solid. Your knees were still rubber, your body still vibrating from the echoes of pleasure. Loki slid his arms around you, beguiled by the softness of your embrace.

"We’re out of our minds," you murmured, your lips against the skin of his throat where you'd buried your face. "I can’t believe we just did that. I can’t believe I let you do that." You were awed at what you'd just done, what you'd invited, practically begged Loki to do to you. You were shocked, but there was no room for regret around the satisfaction. Despite your surprise at your daring, you couldn't deny a measure of smug was overshadowing any shame that wanted to rear its head.

Loki stooped to slide his arm behind your knees, lifting you up to carry you bridal style. He could tell by the way you clung to his neck that you'd need a little while to recover before you could dodge or run. He saw no reason to wait to take you home when he could just as easily carry you. Still too shaky to move quickly, you relaxed in his arms and didn't argue. It felt nice to be carried around like you weighed nothing.

Loki moved through the office until he was at the back door, using his magic to unlock and open it as well as closing and locking it behind him. Once in the alleyway, he walked quickly through the back streets, weaving with feline grace around the guards still searching for you. The spells that surrounded you continued to do their work, the only stress the sheer number he had to avoid. Invisible didn't mean someone wouldn't notice a touch and the people who sought you were looking for magic.

After a couple of near misses that sent your heart rate climbing and had you pressing close to Loki, tucking yourself in as much as possible, you were close to the beach, and escape. You'd whispered an offer to walk again when the two of you had been a little isolated for a moment, but he'd refused with a silent shake of his head and you hadn't spoken again. Once you were on the path back to the orange sandy beach, Loki's arms lost their tension, though he made no move to set you on your feet.

When you were alone once more, the danger behind you as your pursuers kept their eyes on the city where they believed they had you trapped, Loki bent his head to yours, taking your mouth in a kiss both tender and sweet. "I was afraid he would make you shy away from a touch," he murmured against your mouth, his eyes liquid on yours, "even mine. When you came into my arms as you always do, I had to have you." He smiled, a little sheepish, and your heart sighed. "I cannot explain it."

You tilted your head to rest it against his shoulder, looking up at him with your heart in your eyes, adoration naked on your face and making his heart pound. "Sometimes, I can’t refuse you. Even when we're in mortal danger." You smiled back, equally sheepish, but clearly more comfortable with the vulnerability. No matter how much time you'd spent together, how much you'd done together, how much you'd done to be together, Loki could not seem to make his peace with it. You shrugged, acceptance something you'd found along the way. "I can’t explain it either."

"I am grateful," Loki replied with a resigned laugh and a smirk. "If I must have a weakness, I insist that it be mutual." The two of you fell into an easy silence as you reached the top of the cliffs you'd traveled through to get to this planet. Loki took another path down and around, mulling over the events of the evening. Though he hadn't been able to show you everything he'd intended here, the last part had been about making love to you, about making you scream in pleasure.

Though it hadn't been how he had intended, in the luxury suite of one of the hotels, with warm wine to muddy your mind and warm oil massaged into your skin to dazzle your senses, he'd still made you scream his name. The memory gave him that ever so rare sensation of satisfaction and Loki was trying to sear it into his mind so he'd never forget what you sounded like at that moment. A wide, smug smile spread over his face as he considered the fact that he had warm wine and oil back in his personal dimensional palace.

"What are you grinning about?"

The question was soft and amused, rich with love, and hit Loki's ear like honey. He gave in to the emotion and let it shine out of him. "I'm amazed that we didn't get caught. When you screamed my name, I thought they had us."

You tilted your head back to look at his face and burst out laughing at the self-satisfied arrogance all over him. You couldn’t properly poke at him for being proud of himself, too happy by far. You had to admit, you'd never screamed like that before. You tightened your arms to pull yourself close enough to nuzzle his neck with affection as he reached the cliff with the portal.

"I’d tell you to wipe that smug look off your face," you said with a little shake of your head, unsurprised when Loki didn't set you down even now, "but I suppose you have a right to it for once."

Loki grinned wolfishly as he waved his hand at the sigils only you could see, and a portal home opened with a whoosh of sound and a flash of light. "I wonder," he purred, his eyes firing with desire, "do you have to be in mortal danger to climb to such heights?" You gaped at him, your mind racing with the possibilities he was hinting at. "Let's find out."

With that, he moved through the portal to take you to bed. He had new experiments to run.

Part Twenty Coming Soon!!

Taglist:

@lumar014ad @old-enough-to-know-better73 @felicityofbakerstreet @browneyedgirl22 @fashionworld12 @moonknight-s-cumdump @thedistractedagglomeration

[materialsscienceandengineering]

Realization of photonic p-orbital higher-order topological insulators

In condensed matter systems, an essential characteristic of electrons besides charge and spin is the orbital degree of freedom (ODoF). It plays a crucial role in understanding unconventional properties in solid-state materials and in "orbital physics" toward unveiling the science and technology of correlated electrons. However, due to the complexity and various degrees of freedom simultaneously involved in real materials, it has always been a challenge to fully unravel the physics of strongly correlated electronic matter mediated by the ODoF via controlled experiments.

The interest in synthetic orbital systems, including trapped atoms in optical lattices, surged rapidly over the past decade, leading to "orbital-only" quantum emulators for fermions and bosons. Orbital lattices have been employed to demonstrate complex Bose-Einstein condensates, orbital superfluidity, and exotic topological semimetal phases. The capability of purposely preparing atoms to higher orbital bands in optical lattices has opened the door for understanding orbital physics in condensed matter systems, with the ultimate goal of exploring new quantum states of matter not found in natural solids.

In a new paper published in eLight, a team of scientists led by Professor Zhigang Chen from Nankai University and Professor Hrvoje Buljan from the University of Zagreb have found a new pathway to explore novel orbital phenomena mediated by higher band topology.

Read more.

[444namesplus]

Abavrathe Abexkethe Abixravu Abopt Abuksevo Adurfim Afedceth Afibpere Afidu Afoli Afontu Ageg Agim Ahuvo Akutmimu Alaru Amobsosi Anenheg Anoli Apaxo Apecthoga Apici Apith Aquabkund Aquochquith Aquoptcoka Arenu Aromquack Asandkufo Atehhur Atinsentu Atistnet Atoshfaf Atuptquef Avih Axactboce Babpupe Backu Bastu Bexnar Bidtoth Bim Bokmavu Boptu Bore Bucquos Buscax Buxpiho Cab Cafbend Calxuvi Cantlush Castcat Cat Cedfimo Cetvesto Cevsoha Codhipt Cotxera Cuda Cugo Cuvrabe Dadkoso Dagxime Dama Dape Das Debu Deki Desa Devlith Devvushe Dinlact Doch Dontu Dostradi Dothxet Duhlegi Dumquuch Dundhek Duntunte Dushe Duxu Ecevvuvu Ecockoru Edesh Edobhich Efantxih Efescab Efirbuto Egunta Egushlek Ehamlule Ehendi Ehestu Ehudnini Ehulfob Elaktinde Elap Elapu Electcish Elohlac Elompag Eluc Emaptux Emek Eneth Epis Erose Esact Esafe Esanda Esapnap Etastbura Etifgaci Evuxvar Exebhas Exepposi Exeri Exite Fab Fad Fafcub Fafgesh Fant Fashpohu Fed Fentgut Fentnir Fimdub Fipgith Fixhapto Fochseck Fok Fondlepo Fop Fustvad Gactmost Gal Geshquat Gev Gicha Gichhaga Gime Giv Goc Gosh Guptsebu Gurgest Guse Guvdec Henquof Hept Higo Hind Hok Hondu Honthufo Hos Huntxoka Hupsuc Hursico Hushhogi Huthmedo Ibaka Ibav Ibob Icendquesh Icenfist Icopti Idece Idithi Iducte Ifiptguf Ifuct Igeccec Igina Igirxaru Igitvide Igochtano Igoshkav Iguckfix Igun Ihag Ihisha Ikehrofo Ikushvodo Ilef Ilin Iluck Imes Inadu Inapvisti Iqueste Iquichquust Iquipt Iquiste Iquope Irachsim Irendlubu Iretkug Iruchu Iruk Iseb Isev Isihu Isikpeto Itaptak Itik Itistu Itupxad Itushichu Ivindi Ivustnax Ixech Kag Kash Kefu Kemdax Keptquathe Kesa Kev Kihu Kixa Korgust Kurrux Kustu Lahgum Lantceli Lapkacto Lastkanti Lestbitha Lig Lik Likfako Limu Lin Lipte Loce Lohgula Los Lum Mab Macki Maka Mammem Mec Meflect Mentredi Milu Mip Mito Mixnud Moblund Mohhendu Molcim Muglopt Mula Mut Muti Nact Nale Nantudo Nanu Nent Nicte Nod Noldind Nuc Nuchi Nuhlam Num Nunlecke Nuntvek Nup Nus Nuthi Obahi Obavsinda Ocacta Ocolbini Odingopt Odofe Odos Odotu Odugquexe Oduka Ofamvand Ofutha Ogaptnih Ogoftag Ogus Ohept Ohoke Ohopfere Okocha Oliptpah Olunmibo Oluthe Omint Opabmashu Opatcethu Opestu Opocgage Opondvalu Oquaptlith Oquurhoku Orasa Orathduso Orethvacho Orush Ositmone Osodcime Otaptgixe Otefu Otiso Otontfas Ovackcapa Ovecxuk Oviptpuma Ovoge Ovos Ovunt Pandu Panhant Pest Pev Pibnape Pithgeth Pog Poghahi Posi Post Poth Pothcend Povdondi Pucke Pudhonta Pufvack Puncico Quafxocku Quapi Quapsoc Quedcah Quehmad Quepti Questa Quigdim Quithsam Quocknup Quoctoro Quohi Quosto Quusi Rafrund Rake Ralo Ratkuso Rese Ridnecke Rihpind Ripi Rish Roke Ropsandu Ruh Safo Sag Sahmocho Sekcut Septilo Septquuk Sitha Sob Sodcinti Sosa Sosttele Suc Tepmust Tichpacki Tipe Tockkach Tothrect Tulkos Tumrucho Tupto Tusi Ubendo Ubict Ucastsop Ucecu Ucipt Udec Udekvetha Udufe Ufax Ufeh Ufoko Ufoth Ufucren Ugol Uguste Ulebo Ulintsot Ulocko Ulov Umeh Umunde Umuvu Unughuk Uquavo Uquicmiti Uractcot Urecte Usash Usich Utag Utock Utoptu Vake Vede Vegi Venda Vex Vimpim Vith Vitvor Vock Voctvig Vontmori Vox Vuhu Vumlist Vush Xab Xahhes Xarrast Xig Xisa Xole Xondasho Xovvoma Xumi Xupi

[manitheuncanny]

Yemaya Okute

Yemaya Okute Odofe Lyagba Okunte Oggunasomi (Africana) is a camino of the orisha Yemaya, mother ocean.

[vitaminbucket]

OG2 ODOF SPROUTED QK/OTS ( 4 X 24 OZ )

https://vitaminbucket.com/product/og2-odof-sprouted-qk-ots-4-x-24-oz/

[2525odorite]

ki-nu-ri (Barubaru, Raiki) danced to CITRUS (original choreography)

[wanderingtrash]

It's a Hell of a Feeling- Part 3

A/N: The long awaited part 3! Enjoy! (:

**

When Demeter found out (Y/N) was pregnant she was anything but ecstatic. She had yelled at poor sobbing (Y/N). Asking her how she could be such a dumb girl and get pregnant by a monster. She yanked her and yelles until she couldn’t anymore. All while (Y/N) only wished she could be in her lover’s arms.

The yelling lasted an hour. Before (Y/N) finally couldn’t take it and ran to her room. Making sure to lock it forbidding Demeter from opening it. She closed her eyes as she laid on her bed protecting her stomach from whatever invisible harm could be inflicted upon it. Her child will be born. No matter Demeter’s protests.

Unknown to (Y/N) Demeter was plotting anyway to forbid the unborn child to be brought to the world. She sat on her wooden chair staring at the wood walls thinking of ways.

“This child will not be born. Not while I’m around.” Demeter whispered to herself. Biting her nail in thought. There had to be a way to diminish the fetus without hurting her daughter. That was the last thing Demeter wanted. She loved (Y/N).

She just hated her daughter’s unborn child and her husband.

Freezing in thought Demeter grinned. Her eyes sparkling with the upmost mischievous look. The most forbidden fruit in their village of all. That would do just perfect. Demeter laughed to herself a little bit. She thought of herself as a saint. Someone who was doing good for the sake of her daughter. (Y/N) would thank her in the future.

Demeter slowly got up from her wooden chair amd walked to the kitchen. She searched around for the hidden object humming to herself as she did. A smile on her lips. The sound of cabinets being opened and closed shut being heard by (Y/N) in her room.

She didn’t know what Demeter was up to and she wasn’t going to ask.

Opening a window to let some fresh air in (Y/N) sighed. The smell of roses and grass filling her senses. It was comforting. The view of the blue sky and trees made her feel a bit better.

But not enough to conceal her pain.

From the distance she could she her old friend Hermes. The God odof Messages. He had his satchel on and was talking to a elderly village lady.

(Y/N) could feel the sting in her eyes as she got an idea. She hoped Hermes was up for it.

Whispering loudly (Y/N) swayed her arms to catch Hermes’ attention. The blue eyed God didn’t flinch at first. “Hermes!” She called out desperately. Yet still kept a whisper voice.

Hermes looked in her direction with squinted eyes as she her house was a bit of a distance. “I’ll make sure to send Zeus your best regards Ma'am have a good day.” He said excusing himself. He waved to (Y/N) and ran towards her window. Her house was only one level. Breathing heavily Hermes arrived at her window and smile.

“Hey (Y/N). What’s wrong?” His smile faltered as he noticed the years in her eyes.

“Hermes I need to ask you a favor.” (Y/N) said. Her voice quivering. “I need you to travel to the Underworld and give Harr-” (Y/N) corrected herself before continuing. “Hades a message for me.”

Hermes looked at her confused. Sure he made his occasional trips to the Underworld. But barley visited Hades. Last time he did was before Hades wedded (Y/N).

‘Why? Are you okay?“ Hermes questioned her. "Did you have an argument with Demeter again?” He sighed. He knew they were always disagreeing on things. Of course ever since (Y/N) decided that she loved Hades and not despised him anymore as much as Demeter wanted her to.

“Yes Hermes, but this one isn’t about just me. Hermes I’m with child.”

With his eyes widned Hermes felt the air being knocked from him. To say he was in shock was an understatement. “Pregnant? With Hades’ child?”

“Of course it is Hermes! But that’s not the only problem.” (Y/N) looked behind her. Scared Demeter could walk in at any second, or worse over hear them. So she quited down her voice. “I told my mother. She’s raging. She doesn’t want me to have this child…I don’t know what she’s capable of doing. Go to the Underworld and give Hades a message for me. Tell him I need him to get me out of here as soon as he can. Tell him I’m with child.” (Y/N) held Hermes hand in hers as she almost begged him. A few tears wondered down her cheeks. “My child’s life is in danger Hermes. Please.”

Hermes looked at her and sighed. It would be a trip to take going down to see Hades. And what would become of the humans and crops if (Y/N) left early? But on the other hand Hermes couldn’t stand to see his closest friend so broken. So with complete hesitation Hermes nodded. Fixing his satchel on his shoulder.

“I will travel to the Underworld for you dear (Y/N). Only on one condition.” He said with a straight face. “You try and stay on Demeter’s good side. Don’t mention the unborn child to her if she doesn’t. Stay here in your room as long as you can. As you said Demeter is a woman of many intentions.” He told a nodding (Y/N). Pulling him close to her (Y/N) embraced him.

“I owe you Hermes. Thank you dearest friend. Your favor is not taken for granted.”

Hermes smiled as he pulled from her embrace. “I will be as quick as I can. Hades will be here too. Count on it.” He said lastly before winking at her and gripping her hand one last time. (Y/N) watched as he set on his trail. He disappeared little by little from view.

Her heart raced at the thought of finally seeing her husband after a month. A month that had fir her felt like she was trapped in the grips on the fire in Hell. Just like the poor souls down there burning for all their sins.

**

A wicked grin was set on Demeter’s face as soon as she found the fruit. A pomegranate. A fruit that was absolutely forbidden in the village.

Forbidden because of the damage it caused to the overies. Before it was forbidden many woman would drink or eat the intoxicating fruit during pregnancy. The craving for it was too powerful. The sweet red juice that it carried really was irresistible.

Any woman with child that drank or ate the fruit would suffer the loss of the unborn child. And that became a commin thing in the village. At first no one knew why. Was it nature? The environment of the way these woman were living? A coincidence?

That was until Demeter figured out why. The one thing all those woman had incommon was the large or constant consumption of the pomegranate. Resulting in digestive disorders. Abdominal pain and vomiting so severe it caused the loss of the baby.

So Demeter banned the fruit from the village. People were not allow to grow it. The whole village was cleaned out from any trace of the irresistible fruit. Despite the protests of many people.

But Demeter wasn't dumb. She kept a pomegranate just in case she needed it one day.

And it looked like today would be the day.

Demeter sliced the pomegranate in half and sighed in euphoria at the sweet smell.

She comteplated making it into a juice or maybe a cake.

Deciding on the easiest way Demeter smashed it into a liquid consistency but mixed it with a bit of pineapple to mask the color.

Once she was finished Demeter was satisfied with her mixture she poured it in a glass cup and smiled. The red yellow liquid filled the glass.

"(Y/N)? Sweetie? Come down please!" Demeter asked in the sweetest voice she could. Setting the glass down on the table and throwing away any pieces of the fruit.

After a few minutes (Y/N) appeared at the door with her head down. A frown on her face. "Yes?" (Y/N) asked. Her nostrils being hit with the sweetest smell she had ever smelled.

"I just...i wanted to apologize dear. I should not have yelled at you the way I did, or spoke to you that way as well. I made you some fruit juice. It's mixed with berries and pineapple. Fresh from our garden." Demeter smiled as (Y/N) walked closer. Peering over the glass filled with juice. "It's suppose to be good for fetuses. Comes with lots of nutrients."

(Y/N) picked up the juice filled glass and the scent was irresistible. Never had she smelled a scent so delightful.

Bringing the glass to her lips she sipped the juice humming in delight. The unfamiliar taste was delicious. She nearly chugged it down.

Demeter watching nodding as she did so.

It was for the best.

Setting the glass down (Y/N) smiled at Demeter. "Thank you mother. It was good."

Demeter grinned. "Of course, anything for my girl. And of course my future grand baby." She added trying to mask her disgust.

(Y/N) sat down on a wooden chair as her head began to feel like it was spinning a few minutes later. "I don't feel so good..." She moaned.

Demeter was in full actress mode. "What's wrong?"

"I-" before (Y/N) could respond she was passed out on the floor. A satisfied Demeter standing over here.

"It's for the best."

[odocoiileus]

Hiii! Can I ask for general headcanons about relationship with RZ Michael? And what the reader should do for him to not kill them in the first place?

pairings: rz! michael myers x gn! reader

warnings: mentions of murder, blood/gore, reader develops Stockholm syndrome if you squint, reader has nightmares (fueled by michael), michaels kind of an ass

a/n: sure! thanks for the ask🫶

let's start off in the beginning - you running from from this huge goliath of a man, fighting for your life.

rz michael is huge and extremely strong, obviously brutal, too. so rightfully, you're terrified.

I think the best ways to survive would be : A. fight until you can't anymore, prove your strength in a way - or B. try your best to empathize with him.

either way, if you survive, you're extremely lucky. sort of. michael won't simply let you go after surviving him, you're stuck with him now.

obviously it will take you a very long time to get the slightest bit comfortable around him, and vice versa. deep down, you know what he's capable of, and you never feel truly 100% safe.

Michael has never had a good example of what love should be like. let's not sugarcoat it, he's far from perfect as a romantic partner.

I can see him being very demanding (silently), and he has no care for your belongings or surroundings. so don't be surprised if he breaks stuff or ruins your shiny wooden floors or white carpet with blood. he'll just stare at you.

you can try to show him some humanity by cooking him meals, forcing him to shower showering with him, washing his clothes. it's foreign to him - a feral animal being forced into domesticity.

it'll be a verrryy long process, and it isn't linear.

even when he softens a bit, when he's just a bit more considerate — when he's laying in bed beside you, knife discarded on your bedside table and he's shown a sense of protectiveness over you --

you still have nightmares. who wouldn't? michael may show that he's protective (or possessive..you can't tell at this point) over you, but he's still a murderer. you know you're still at risk.

by no means will your relationship with him be perfect, but you relish in the soft moments you have with him.

braiding his hair, showering with him, laying with him (or on him, I mean, you could use him as a pillow), and cuddling.

you'll even put on some music you think he'll like: kiss, iron maiden, megadeth, etc.

it makes you feel like you're in a regular relationship, for just a moment.

despite your fears of being stabbed in your sleep or something wild like that, you soon find yourself not wanting to leave.

michael's a wild animal, and you're the one that's decided to put your life at risk by trying to domesticate him and show him love.

I do imagine he'd murder someone for you if you were ever in a situation where someone tried to hurt you,,,or tried to steal your attention away from him - maybe they were being just a bit too nosy, too curious about the stains in your floor, wondering why you never left the house.

you'll soon forget what loneliness is, anyway. you have Michael — a huge, silent giant who proves to be gentle with only you.

[oldschoolfic-ds9]

Love Lessons

by RGilbert, 1999

A touching, tender look at the O/K dynamic.

Words: 3627, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: none listed

Characters: Odo, Kira Nerys

Relationships: Odo/Kira

Reader suggested tags (what are these?): none

links (link broken? report it and try the archive.org alternative):

archive.org - option 1

[mesemoa-translations]

K’suke: Thank you very much for OdoFes! Performed my last dance of 2017 as SenBoku (^^) It’s been a long time since we had done it, so it was really fun w I feel like I say this every time SenBoku dance together... Here's a photo with Tei☆in-san in hangar with the afterglow in the background🌆 Gonna give a shoutout to braids for 2018.

Aoi: SenBoku are finally back! 😊

[spongieman-blog]

I LOVE THIS #CLARKS (at Saint Andrew Parish, Jamaica) https://www.instagram.com/p/CDRaZ-ODOFe/?igshid=y0f6kgn95irz

[m-sobachka-blog]

привет всем ! меня зовут мишель, я пою песни и люблю доброту