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venalos · 1 month ago

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Needless to say, Altra's outburst left most of the crowd taken aback.

Some of them believed themselves justified in their actions; surely such a massive, monstrous beast would have been too dangerous to not do anything about. It was simply too big, too terrible to behold to not be some ravenous man-eater! But, of course, Altra's rage had proven them wrong.

Others, seemingly, sought the glory in defeating such an awesome foe. Wani had given these invaders a spectacular display in sheer might and terror, lightning crashing and teeth gnashing. An avatar of relentless violence and rage, truly, yet one that retreated without so much as a static shock. It left those glory-seekers disappointed, wanting more.

Though caught off-guard, the officer and his trusty Arcanine were not ones to give up easily. As the crowd slowly dispersed he adjusted his hat and belt, then motioned for his Pokémon to follow as he approached Altra. "Wait just a moment, kid!" the officer yelled after him, suddenly breaking into a brisk jog. "You'll need to answer some questions!"

The officer moved to grab Altra's shoulder...

"That will not be necessary."

The officer stopped mid-grab and turned around to spot a tall, immaculately-dressed person approaching.

To call said person daunting would have been a severe understatement. They stood even taller than the officer's Arcanine, easily seven feet tall at the bare minimum, with raven-black hair. They wore an equally black yukata (under Alola's blazing sun?!), its fabrics flowing in the ocean breeze and emblazoned with golden patterns depicting a serpentine beast unmistakeably similar to the leviathan from before. Their most striking features, however, were their two eyes; large, almost glowing, a topaz glare that would have sent a shiver running down anyone's spine. It did not help that they had donned a most unnerving smile as they approached.

"Thank you so much for your services, officer, but I shall take it from here."

The policeman stammered, evidently caught off-guard once again. "I, uh, and who might you be?"

The stranger's smile widened. His skin began to crawl. The Arcanine's fur bristled.

"Topace Drakos, merchant and Pokémon Rider, at your service." They gave a humble bow, though still towered over the officer as they did. "I must apologise for the commotion my Pokémon has caused."

The officer puffed out his chest and grabbed his belt with both hands in an admittedly valiant effort to regain some semblance of authority, even as his Arcanine still remained on edge in the face of Topace. "Your Pokémon, huh? I do hope you're aware that Pokémon not registered for Poké Ride are prohibited? Don't think I didn't see that saddle!"

"Oh, I am aware," Topace chuckled, "and I am also familiar with local laws."

As they said that, they reached into their sleeves and pulled out a fat bundle of cash, promptly handing it to the policeman. "I do believe this covers the fine."

The officer outright snatched the money out of Topace's hands, glaring daggers at them, then counted the notes with only some difficulty. He did not notice the single bead of sweat rolling down the side of his head, nor his Arcanine deliberating between fight or flight. After some tense seconds passed he counted the final note, cast his gaze up at Topace without moving his head, then pocketed the cash.

It was not entirely obvious of this counted as pre-emptively paying a fine or a bribe...

"I'll let you off the hook this time," the officer grumbled, "but don't let me catch you or our Pokémon causing another ruckus!"

"Have a lovely day, sir~" Topace replied with an unnerving sing-song tone, watching the officer and the Arcanine leave. "As for you..."

They swiftly turned to face the remaining two, an action that would likely startle the pair. Suddenly, the air around them became significantly less unnerving, yet the fact remained that Altra & Desmond were still face to face with a veritable giant.

Topace rubbed their chin in obvious consideration, then laughed, "You must be Wani's new friends~! I saw the three of you conversing before that rabble oh so rudely interrupted you all."

Altra's worry still lingered. While he wasn't entirely too good at reading ones emotions, Wani's scaled face made it all the harder to read her expression. Her tone, even more so. The commotion would also catch Altra's attention, turning his head and gaze in the same direction as Wani...

What in the world?

"Wh-why? She's not mean!?" Altra looked surprised at the insinuation from the Police Officer. He already didn't like their ilk in the first place, already lacked trust in any law enforcement in general. so the fact they were so swiftly jumping to some dumb conclusion like this was annoying.

Wani hadn't tried to attack or do anything outwardly aggressive, so why were people being the aggressors suddenly?

"Ah- .. Wani." Altra frowned, he quite understood her need to look threatening, to defend herself from the people who were trying to show themselves as a threat. But when he watched her shift her bulk to leave.. He couldn't help but feel a little sad. She'd bee polite, kind.. And all for what? For people to decide 'Big scary and dangerous'.

"Okay.. See you around, Wani!" He'd been more than ready to try and at least get in the way of the attack, but thankfully.. it did little to nothing. Even as she vanished under the waved. Altra though, scowled, his eyes looking sharper than normal as his gaze snapped at the woman who ordered her Leafeon to attack Wani.

"She was nice, you jerks! What the heck is wrong with all of you!" He snarled out almost.

"What, you see a big 'scary' Pokémon and think that it's immediately bad!? We were JUST talking! But you had to come along and scare her off!" A snarl, a growl in his tone as he spoke. Likely, taking a few people in said crowd aback.

The fact the so called 'harmless kid' seemed adamant on making them back off. And some of the Pokémon in the crowd grew... uneasy with the kids' anger.

And yes, Altra was livid.

Sure, the trainers were too occupied with the fleeing beast, how quickly it had vanished beneath the waves. Some even looking baffled at his some kid thought it was 'safe' to be near such a Pokémon.

His ire seemed especially aimed at the Police Officers, who looked more 'concerned' about where Wani went. Meaning they likely were just using the crowds concern as an excuse for trying to chase off a Pokémon they likely thought was wild. Rather than someone's safety.

Especially as he'd seen they went directly after her even as she fled.

"You people make me sick..." He growled out, picking up Desmond with a wide scoop before turning his back to walk away from the crowd.

'Honestly.. That officer's Arcanine looked like it was more bark than bite. I bet I coulda' taken it.' A snicker from the little racoon Pokémon, but Altra shook his head.

'Ah.. I'm sure you'll see her again lad. Don't stress about it.'

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freelancerwizard · 2 years ago

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my DM gave my Bard/Artificer the Topaz Annihilator

But I killed the year long campaign’s archnemesis, a black dragon, with my trusty Wand of Magic missile

#VIOLA KILLED THE FIRST ARC BOSS WITH THE WAND AND NOW THE BIG BOSS #the story writes itself IT WRITES ITSELF - also i didnt wanted to roll to hit/miss #also my robot dog survived its breath attack right in its face

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unknooooow · 2 years ago

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After weeks of stress I finally finished my week of exams and am officially free :D

So lets celebrate with a new drawing (which I did a month ago and I was too lazy to post '-'):

More stuff from SU+BTTF :)

Yes, this is Edna. I know she doesnt deserve a gem version after everything shes done but I wanted to see how she would be in this universe

Also I dont draw well digitally and I consider this drawing an achievement. Anyway, TO THE INFO:

She was born years before the rebellion, so she wasnt born on Earth

She is from Yellow Diamonds Court cause she is as arrogant as her diamond :D

She is a """"perfect"""" gem who hates defective gems that dont fulfill their function. In short, she HATES the Crystal Gems and would NEVER join them :)

She is that kind of gem that "everything has to be perfect and everything that is imperfect must be destroyed and bla bla bla and bullshit"

After the end of the Gem War, when rumors spread across the Homeworld that the Crystal Gems were still alive, she and her trusty guard Topaz (can you guess who it is?) went to Earth to capture the rebels

When a lesser Gem disobeys her, she takes her whip and well... Teach the gem a lesson. She loves to punish gems :(

She always has that face. Honestly, looks like she can smell an ass from miles away

Gem type: Fire Agate (I researched and found that there are variations of Agate)

well that's all

Now I can confirm I'll update this real quick :D

#back to the future #steven universe #bttf the game #i hate her but #I needed this version of her #drawing #digital drawing #fire agate #agategemstone

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kth1 · 4 years ago

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Get Jinxed [MYG]

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Get Jinxed [Yoongi x Reader] ⟶ Credit: @kimtaehyunq ⟶ Genre: Angst | Smut | 21+ | Cyberpunk AU | One Shot ⟶ Warnings: pwp, sorta old lovers to enemies to lovers, cocky yoongi, mentions of weapons, criminal activities, hopeless romantic OC, rough sex, over simulation, multi-orgasms, public indecency, unprotected, creampie, etc, ⟶ WC: 4.7k+ ⟶ Summary: A rouge ex officer of the law - Yoongi - has twisted his ways into causing mayhem across towns. You are the high and mighty officer who seeks revenge on Yoongi’s ways; considering that he not only turned against the city in which he grew up in, striping all chances of reforming himself, he also stole your heart. ⟶ Teaser: “He hushes you with a hand, his teeth nipping eagerly around your clavicles. “Shh,” he warns with a devilish glint, “We’re in public, Y/n.” He chuckles, mouth coming back to kiss against your jaw.” ⟶ Beta Reader: Thank you so so so very much for taking on this task very very very last minute @chillingtae I am so thankful for you to accept this role, and thank you for helping me through this fic! I owe you! ♡ ⟶ Author’s note: Written for @houseofddaeng‘s Agust D Anniversary Event. Was my first time touching elements of a cyberpunk!au.

Rain casts a veil over your sight as you stare deeply into the silhouette across the murky alleyway; the figure before you surveys the one-of-a-kind hextech rifle aiming right at their head. Glistening neon lights flood your peripherals, puddles reflecting fractions of radiance between the cracks of the split bricks under your very feet. The chill of cold water drenches your attire, even the cap resting on your head leaks streams down the sides of your face.

“How could you!” You choked out between your teeth; loud enough over the pounding rain, loud enough to cut the man in front of you as if your words are daggers.

The rifle that deemed you the best shot in the city has no comparison to your superior intellect. Your wits earned you the way through the rankings and nobody, no criminal or lawbreaker were foolish enough to cross your path. You are known as Vopamis City’s finest peacekeeper and your oath is embedded deep within your family roots.

You’re the sheriff of a thriving, escalating city where art, craftsmanship, trade, and metamorphosis were built and centered from. Vopamis is and forever will be a reinventing city where dreams are lived to the fullest extent and treasures are found around every corner. It sits on top of the distrusted city of Tapos, an undercity district – which used to be once united but now no more – buried deep within canyons weaved below.

You press your words and force the air to pass through your clutching windpipe, “Fuckin’ answer me you son of a bitch!”

The figure sighs with a step forward, rolling their head out of annoyance but once their eyes meet yours in the light you knew all breath escaped your chest.

“Hi, Y/n.”

The dangerous bright orange hair stands out like no other, just like the cocky grin that emits the same tone as his two-toned eyes does. One is dull brown with crystalized specks of white, the other a piercing topaz yellow; a hard contrast between his natural dark pupil – all of which made those eyes captivating.

You fear this moment every day ever since that terrible day. It haunts you; it scares you; it hurts you. Yet here you are, face to face with the man who solemnly swept the valuable, rich rug right out from under you and ran with it. With betrayal and pain coursing through your veins you sought out his existence every single day to get revenge on the one person you thought you truly once loved.

With your rifle adjusted point blank, with the help of the glowing red laser to the center of his forehead, you show no signs of backing down from your stance. The rain beats heavily though your heart pounds harder inside your chest.

He looks just how you remember him; black under-cut still very much unkempt, a piercing jabbed through one eyebrow and two into the cartilage on the same side of his nose. His oversized cryptic jacket hides his frame well, decorated in all sorts of patches, widgets, and spikes that have their own metallic shine to them. You swear you see the edgings of tattoos creeping up the sides of his neck, exactly how you recall them.

Those unforgiving thick soled boots kick up the water around his steps as he inches out of the shadows, “It’s been a while.”

You ignore him just like he ignores your first sentence, “How could you do this?!”

He shrugs with amusement dressing his face, “Why ask me questions you already have answers to, Y/n?”

With glares meeting another in a standoff stare he halts his walk five feet in front of you. Unphased by the downpour of smogged twilight rain, you twist your finger around the trigger of your trusty gun. “You stole for the black markets, betrayed your city and me, ran off to the unstable technologies and reckless constructions of the polluted and gangrenous Tapos. Why!?”

“You seem to be a bit vindictive.” He snickers, swiping a hand through his soaked locks. “I was bored.”

Bored.

Your grip tightens around your rifle, you can’t tell if you are shaking from the cold of the rain or the anger raging throughout your body. His words made your heart sink to the pit of your stomach.. “Yoongi!” You hiss with a harsh tone, blood boiling under your very skin.

He steps again, hand clutching the barrel of your gun and aligning the end against his forehead. Yoongi looks at you with teasing eyes and a wide, wirily smile. He is testing you - taunting you. “I know you won’t do it. You won’t pull the trigger.” That blunt topaz eye drills back into yours, enticing and enchanting all at once. “How many times have you seen me in the streets? Stealing from this filthy, pathetic excuse of a renowned city? How many times did you watch me walk by doing whatever I damn well please? Why are you stopping me now? What changed?”

To what you believe you are holding out strong, insisting you have the upper hand and all control. But you are frozen, unpredictably iced in place from where you stand. Only to stare back at the man that your heart swells and aches for. Yoongi doesn’t wait for you to answer as he already knows every single move and step you have going for you.

“It’s only been two months.” He states with a soft smile, lowering and pushing aside the gun in your grasp. “One of the most determined and skilled investigators of all Vopamis. Filled with ferocity and a strong sense of justice and resolution. Falls right into the footsteps of each and every one of your family members. They reinforced their ideals of right and wrong on you so much that it’s practically branded across your forehead.”

Yoongi spits to the side, tilting his head to watch your face with all his rambling. He has proven himself in such a small-time frame of how impulsive he can be, going from a trusted high ranked officer of the law to a merciful criminal who now wreaks havoc without care. Buildings burn in his name as he always made sure to leave a massive trail of mayhem and panic in his wake, never seized to end his rampage with the biggest explosions – which soon became his signature.

You loved him ever since the day you two joined the academy together. Yoongi excelled in everything from hextech inventions to architectural research. Vopamis has become a magnet for the most skilled craftsmen from all over the world and the more restricted and dangerous ones fell into the toxic runoff of Tapos. Now, Yoongi’s schemes have inspired copycat crimes among the chem-punks, a movement in which he predicted after labeling righteous wordings on structures throughout both cities. Some followers have blindly followed his persona named ‘X’. In a crafty way each successful heist has a small piece left for the police to find; a personable note that always says, “get jinxed.”

Standing helplessly at the mercy of your own heart your head drops, eyes casting to the drenched road. Everything in your righteous mind tells you to take him in, lock him up – it is your job and duty to do this as you are one with the law. But your poor, fragile heart is gapping open from the piece that was ripped away by Yoongi.

“You’re right.” You whisper softly.

“I know.”

All the times you allowed him to do what he continues to do because you didn’t have it in you to send him to jail. As you watch him become the criminal he is now, refusing to stop his acts even though the justice and pride within you screams for you to act on your instincts. “Everything you’re saying is right.”

Yoongi raises his hand, palm facing up and holding a chemtech explosive bullet that swirls a cobalt blue liquid inside. Instantaneously you knew exactly what the bullet is – the meaning behind it, and all of the precious memories came flooding back all at once.

The bullet was no longer than two inches and has a hole drilled through the piece to lace a chain through it. Yoongi wears it as a charm to his bracelet and even in the dark of the rainy night with neon lights flashing around you, you can still see the small etchings of both of your initials on the tip of the bullet. It was his first ever fully functional bullet he crafted back at the academy and he had dedicated that piece of craftsmanship to you.

“I still love you, you know.” Yoongi’s voice stills your breath, deep and stern. With all seriousness he openly speaks with a stony face as you look up to him. “I never stopped.”

You avert your eyes away from the nostalgic piece which lies in Yoongi’s palm and the heat of your breath fans out into the open cool air in a puff of smoke. It hurts your heart, all your pent-up revenge brought out a disgusting angry monster from within you. You’re blinded by the law and blinded by the admiration of love for Yoongi.

“You don’t.” You counter with a hiss.

Raindrops hide away the streams of tears that break down the brims of your eyes and you refuse to keep your eyes open in the slim chance of giving Yoongi the satisfaction of your glistening orbs filling with hurt. As much as you secretly hope and want – need – Yoongi to say those words, they still simmer a splitting pain inside of your delicate heart.

Yoongi’s tatted, calloused hand aimlessly raises to your face, his knuckles brushing against the curve of your cheek. Surprisingly, you don’t flinch at the contrasting and unexpected warmth that’s responsible for heating up that side of your face. Instead you find yourself helplessly leaning into the contact, your shaking hand still holding your trusty gun at your side.

“It’s funny,” Yoongi scoffs, forcing your eyes to jolt in his direction of his action.

You burn a glare at him while he inspects your face, your blood boiling underneath all of your drenched clothes and cold skin. Yoongi sounds a quick ‘tsk’ as disapproval while his fingers glide down the column of your neck. “So funny that you question everything I say and do.”

The fact that he has your rendered frozen in place under the heavy weather and his intimidating presence only confirms his suspicions. He wasn’t lying to you and you knew that, right? You swallow thickly at the bright orange haired man in front of you, eyes casting down to shrink your frame.

You sneer back, “Can you blame me? You ruined your chances of being an officer – all that hard work you put in means nothing now. You destroyed all your chances of being a citizen of Vopamis. And all because you were bored.” In the back of your mind no matter how many hours you had pondered his reasonings to derail into a criminal, what hurt you the most wasn’t the fact he chose this path of being a high risk offender – it is the reality of him leaving you behind as if nothing about your relationship between another is important to him as it was to you.

Yoongi cocks an amused eyebrow, a smirk quick to follow. “Hm, yes. I wasn’t bored with you though, Y/n. Truthfully, knowing that you’ll be hot on my trail at all times – no matter where I went – made this new life even more fun. You enjoy chasing me?” He swipes his tongue through the small opening of his lips, two-toned eyes glare at the small line of tattoos up the back of your own ear. He tilts your jaw with his thumb, exposing more of your smooth damped skin.

Under Yoongi’s hand you feel like a marionette; damned against his ministrations and at how weak you feel towards him. You can see your vision blur around the edges, your sight honing on the glowing eye that stares at you with interest. Another puff of fog seeps out of your mouth from a released breath that you held in for far too long. You don’t acknowledge the way your limbs grew numb by the minute or the way your bottom lip trembles from your constant shivers. You are only focusing on the way the warmth of the pads of his fingers emits onto your skin and gives you a sliver of assurance.

“Have I ruined this too?” Yoongi questions in a whisper, eyes projecting down to your cold lips.

Everything in your mind tells you to scream at him, tell Yoongi ‘yes, you completely and utterly ruined every single aspect of my life,’ but the words cannot crawl their way up your throat and form the sounds you need. Instead your face reacts with pain, all of your walls and defenses breaking down around you and your rifle drops to the puddled ground underneath you.

He can read you like a book, study your features, and pull each intricate and thin string of your heart. He plays you like a fiddle with a crooked smile, a knowing look to his face where all his intuitions of you feeling something towards him are all riddled true. It’s dressed all over your face, your body leaning closer to his, the look to your eyes – glistening or not.

His thumb taps lightly against your bottom lip, popping it open from the stern line your mouth was creating. You gulp with anticipation, your surrounding areas become less and less in vision of your peripheral and your eyes can only bore straight back into Yoongi’s; pupils dilating rapidly.

“No…”

Your solo word shakes out with a heavy breath at the same time Yoongi’s other hand comes to grab your elbow and pull you closer to him. The heat radiating off of him is met between you with a strikingly fast kiss, but the kiss was tentative at best. Even reading all of your body gestures, the way your posture changes when it comes to his proximity invading your territories, Yoongi still approached with cocky confidence. He knows he has you around his finger, around his hand and more.

‘You weren’t ruined, yet,’ he thought. But Yoongi is all too excited to violate whatever purity of the law that is still laced within your morals.

He’s eager to shove his deadly tongue into the first parting of your mouth, a gasp of excitement releasing through a moan. You forget about the downpour of rain around the two of you, the chill of the air cutting through your clothes, even forgetting the blaring neon signs illuminating the paths around this alleyway. Your mind is intoxicated with the savvy orange haired, corrupted, and dangerous man who has swindled his way within the burrows of each city and the cavities of your heart.

A single tear traces down your cheek as your arms link around Yoongi’s neck, your body completely caving into the man before you. With the motion Yoongi backs the two of you up until you're hidden well enough in the darkness. His hand cocks your head to the side as he leaves wet open-mouthed kisses as he pushes you against the side of the building. His lips heat your skin up and send an involuntary chill of goosebumps down your body.

You breath out into the air while your senses adjust to the new sensations of want and need being applied to your form. “Yoongi –“

He hushes you with a hand, his teeth nipping eagerly around your clavicles. “Shh,” he warns with a devilish glint, “We’re in public, Y/n.” He chuckles, mouth coming back to kiss against your jaw.

You muffle a noise of acknowledgement, or a moan of pleasure from the sharp suck Yoongi plants against the sweet spot under your ear. Your arms grip him tighter, pulling him flush against your front to be as close as possible. Without hesitation your hands link up the back of his head, fingers carding through the disheveled drenched locks for a nice pull.

Both of your clothes stick to you like a second skin, suctioned to your own bodies and you desperately want them ripped off. Yoongi hisses at the yank of his head. Sensing your actions as an emergency he huffs a laugh your way, “Yeah? What do you want?” He removes the hand across your mouth only to shove his thumb into it, pressing down against your tongue. “Is this righteous mouth going to tell me something?”

You comply by action with the decision of closing your mouth around his finger and sucking it with delight. Yoongi praises you with words of assurance, biting down on the flesh of his own bottom lip. He leans into you, hips grinding instantly against your frontside. The uneven gyrating of wet fabrics causes a rough and uncomfortable friction, but it was something that helped direct attention toward your neglected core.

Yoongi lifts up your slicked shirt just enough to fondle around the waistband of your pants in search of unhinging your duty rig belt. “You’re going to be a good girl, right?” His eyes give you a knowing look as his thumb detaches from your trap. Nodding, you seek his mouth once more to savor the warmth between you two. “Vopamis’ finest,” he quotes in a mocked tone.

“I love you.”

Your confession halts Yoongi for a brief moment between kisses, his hand stalls as it breaches a few inches inside the front of your pants. He has you pinned against the rough brick of a building in the outskirts of the city with your freezing, aching body under his frame. Your mouth and legs so willing to open up for him.

This is the very first time he’s seen you so ‘not yourself’ in all the years he has known you, even when the fondness blossomed more between the two of you. Whichever relationship the two of you were in – it wasn’t exclusive but it surely is implied – has become completely manipulated to the public eye. Yoongi’s urgency falters for a moment, a flashback to a simpler time where the underlying love and sweetness emitting from the two of you has no boundaries. But as fast as that memory exposes itself, it was easily covered in his future thoughts. His enjoyment of being who he is now, what he wants to achieve, obtain, and take.

With your face plastering across all walls of his mind, he smirks excessively as if he is pleased with himself. He has everything he wants, and he’s greedy for more. No matter what Yoongi does with himself he knows he’ll have you regardless – and right now is proving that theory.

He leans forward to plant another kiss to your appetizing lips once more, “I know you do.”

Quickly, Yoongi flips you in your place in one quick motion, yanking down a portion of your pants once you catch yourself against the wall. Your eyes scan frantically to the opening of the alleyway, silently praying nobody stumbles upon the two of you in this indecency act – especially how your rifle lays still on the ground in the opening.

The air breezes across your now exposed cheeks, and with a firm hand Yoongi shoves against your lower back forcing you to bend forward enough to reveal your core. Gasping, you shudder under the sudden invasion of his cold clammy palm molding on top of your cunt. Your hands held you up against the wall, pants pulled only to your lower thighs preventing the spread your legs most desperately needed.

Slowly, Yoongi’s fingers prod along your slit, dipping directly between your folds the moment they come in contact with your dampness. He shushes you once again with the ruggedness of his voice while you hear the clinking of what you assume to be his belt buckle.

He wastes no time sinking a finger straight into your entrance, only after giving your clit a moments time of blissful pleasure – gone far too quick for your liking. His digit glides easily, enticing him with the next stroke to join a second. Your mouth hangs open with heated pants, your lower stomach jumping excitedly at the intimacy of your loved one, and your hips chase the stride of his fast pace.

“Shit, Yoongi!” you curse under your breath, feeling his free hand now snaking up your side under your shirt. His fingers alone create such friction that has your head lolling to the side and your inners clutching erratically. You don’t question your urgency, the impatient nature your body so willingly falls into, not when Yoongi is inches behind you lining up his engorged head to replace his fingers.

The two of you don’t care about the surrounding areas, too filled with lust. Too drunk on the idea of Yoongi coming back to you – and he is too excited knowing he has you in his clutches.

Heat courses throughout your core and abdomen, running down each of your limbs the moment his hips are pressed against your backside, dick submerged in one swift jolt forward. You lose your footing, falling further into the wall as your forearms plant into the building. A guttural moan leaks out of him the moment you yelp and squirm under him. His fingers desperately hold around your waist as he straightens his back, giving the next few experimental thrusts the slower motion your pussy needed from his harsh action.

Yoongi’s hip snaps back into you, bringing the flesh of your ass into the seat of his lap. He seethes through his teeth, “Fuckin’ hell!”

You’re restricted from widening your legs no thanks to your pants locking you in place, but this also gives a tighter sensation against his swollen cock. He doesn’t give you too much time to recuperate and catch your bearings, too honest with his mission and surging forward to bring the two of you to the brink.

“Stand,” he grunts with an arm circling around your waist. With his help you’re press flush against the wall and his chest, completely stuck between two hard places. Yoongi’s pace is rapid, the slaps of skin melt into the sounds of the fallen raindrops. It’s not long for his cock to jam pleasantly into the sweet spots within your silky walls, his thrusts determined to continue their gyrating motion deep inside you.

He chuckles at the lewd moans you release, head tilted back against his shoulder as you breath for air. “You really don’t care if someone hears you, huh? What do you think they’ll do, seeing the best shot in town being railed by a rogue criminal?”

Yoongi’s words course through your ear, his teeth coming to bite the flesh behind it. Your mind is too cloudy to think straight, not when he was inside of you both physically and emotionally. “T-they’ll hate me.”

“Is that so?”

You hum because that’s all you can do. The knot tightens in your stomach, the dull ache between your legs distorting itself into an electrifying spark has you cursing Yoongi’s name to go faster, harder. Yoongi feels you tightening around his prodding cock, only causing him to buck into you rougher.

Orange locks find their way between your fingers, tightening your grip on his hair the faster that band within you reaches towards its peak. “Yes! Yes, yes, please –“

The moment your body feels his inked fingers sneak their way to your clit, pinching it harshly, pulls a shriek of pleasure from your throat. Your body snaps under him – back arching as your walls clasp around his cock. “A-ah!” you shout while your orgasm rushes to all corners of your body, a tingly sensation vibrating through every fiber of your being.

Yoongi smirks as his pace doesn’t halt, now latching both of his hands to your hips he directs all movements. He enjoys your dispute of over-sensitivity, knowing how much you secretly like it from all the times in the past.

“One more, I know you have it in you. I’ve seen it before.” His voice is rough, any tang of sweetness swept away. “I’ll continue to fuck into this pussy until you cum again.”

Without stopping for a breather your body rushes into overdrive, it continues to squirm in his grasps and your legs shake dangerously underneath you. All thoughts of remaining quiet have gone out the window. Your second orgasm is set to fire, ready to be kicked off the edge into infinity, and with one quick shove of Yoongi’s cock that sinks all the way to ram into your cervix has you keening over and over.

Your pussy pulsates around his dick inconsistently, holding onto the appendage like a vice. It triggers his frenzy, his release spilling deep inside your well spent walls with dirty grunts. His arms hold around you tightly, helping you stand straight and to assist himself at the same time. Together both of your breathes are resounded, heated air escaping around the two of you in puffs of smoke.

You wince when his softening cock slips out of you, leaving gravity to aid in the way his cum drips casually out of your hole. Yoongi doesn’t allow you to turn and face him before he’s hoisting up your bottoms, the fabrics too annoyingly drenched to feel comfortable against your skin.

When you finally turn to speak to him he’s already readjusting his pants up along his hips, securing the button to his pants as he eyes you for a quick second. His hair is even more of a mess than before, no doubt you looked remotely better.

Dropping your mouth to talk, Yoongi averts his gaze to your rifle laying to the side. “Yoongi, I –“

“Don’t.”

His eyes narrow at the device that labels the reality of everything, where the two of you stand no matter how much you tango with another. A snort leaves him as he finishes off the buckle to his belt and you can tell by the way his facial features flicker than he’s having a complicated inner dialog going on inside his mind.

“Yoongi!” You press, grabbing hold of his shoulders to shake him slightly. “Yoongi please look at me, please don’t walk away from me.”

After a deep breath he exhales slowly, blank eyes now directed at you. There’s confusion painted over your face from the way you aren’t understanding why Yoongi suddenly steps even closer to place another kiss onto your lips, but it causes you to stop thinking momentarily. His lips, plump and plush, are the only things you can think about – until he’s pulling away too fast.

Back now facing you, he strides down the alley in which you found him. As if this heated interaction, and everything it consisted of, seized to exist anymore – the time has passed.

You take a wobbly step in his direction, hand reaching towards the figure that distances itself further from your grasp. “Yoongi, please!” You cry.

Behind you is your rifle, only feet away, and in front of you is the man you continuously chase. You’re torn between the two, the feeling of your mind splitting in half causing you to have a mental debacle with yourself. You scream with frustration; tears stream down your face at what your heart truly wants.

To stop the criminal at large or to join him?

You didn’t notice how Yoongi stops in his tracks, head tilted to look behind him with his piercing yellow eye standing out through the darkness. He watches you curiously, the environment around the two of you officially draws itself back into reality. Once he hears your scream of defeat he completely turns to face you with the widest grin smeared across his mouth.

“Hey, Y/n...” He pauses to wait until he knows you’re listening to him – and of course you immediately do so. Yoongi cocks his head to the side with a sense of arrogance radiating from the way his body stood. You desperately look at him with a plea, but your facial features harden at his next words. And they lace, deadly, within your mind.

Yoongi sighs, running one of his hands through his hair. Again, he knows he already has you, ruined you, and now he completely and absolutely owns you whether you like it or not. Yoongi playfully lifts his fingers to cross them together, a sign of a heart sent straight to you, “Get jinxed.”

#hodevent #houseofddaeng #bangtanarmynet #bangtanhq #ficswithluv #magicshopnet #btsbookclub #suganetwork #networkbangtan #armysource #yoongi x reader #bts #bts one shot #get jinxed #min yoongi #bts smut

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princesscatherinemiddleton · 4 years ago

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WALK, WALK, FASHION BABY | Catherine’s final engagements in Scotland saw the return of her trusty coatdress. Returning to blue - the colour of Scotland’s flag - the Duchess of Cambridge wore a new, bespoke Catherine Walker coatdress, based on their ‘Zeline’ look. She also wore a new necklace from Kiki McDonough - the ‘Apollo Blue Topaz Pendant’ necklace - alongside a brooch and earrings, as yet unidentified. Catherine also wore Emmy London ‘Rebecca’ heels and carried a new Strathberry ‘Multrees’ clutch. Catherine also wore her Amaia Kids face mask.

#mine #royaltyedit #kate #will #outfits #day #scotland21 #s21: church of scotland #s21: beating retreat

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gcnedark · 3 years ago

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mr gamer i think you should share with the class more info on the new verse :)

YES! ABSOLUTELY! EVERYONE SIT DOWN AND TAKE NOTES BC A THIS FUCKS AND B IT SHOWS THAT MICAHEL REALLY DOES HAVE THE ABILITY TO END ALMOST ANYTHING IF HE WANTED TO.

So in this verse Meatica Inc gets infected by a mold that i won't explain here bc I'm low on energy and can't remember [wallowing]

But basically friends turn batshit and of course their creatures so, with only a fucking Knife he murders them. A demon, a dinosaur, and a nature spirit (although she was letting him but still just a Knife)

He blew the whole building up and kept a piece of Topaz, keeping it in a jar and letting it grow. He chained it up to make sure it wouldn't attack.

Over the years after the event he trained, learned Krav Maga and even used guns. Putting his ego aside to use them, he knew it could help him more than his trusty knife.

He took teleporter equipment from the ruins of Meatica, fixing it after five years. Since the mold could go through timelines and dimensions, in the next one hes traveling to destroy it. Or attempt to, at leasy.

#the king [ michael ]#[ michael vs meatica verse ]#* ask #aaaaagaronia

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thematchmakeramethyst · 3 years ago

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[Request] TSWFBY: The Rainbow Gems by hasturhitler

My Rainbow Gems are seen together. It's all thanks to hasturhitler. This image can be used as the Rainbow Gems' album cover.

#tswfby #rainbow gems #rebellious ruby #serene ziron #gladsome spessartite garnet #sincerity sapphire #artful amethyst #gentle emerald #trusty topaz #passion red diamond

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mysteira6 · 4 years ago

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IkeRev Loki Genetta - Like a Cat

Hi I’m obsessed with Loki Genetta and @maedayo’s art of him has inspired me to write these little scenarios with Cradle’s local Nyandere Cheshire Cat. Enjoy~!

(This will be in your POV, btw! I also tried my best to write this in a format similar to the game’s script. You’re welcome. :3)

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No matter how you look at him, Loki still looks like a cat.

I chuckled at the thought as another breeze blew by the meadow, brushing the fuchsia hair of the man beside me and drawing a laugh from me. His mismatched eyes were sparkling with joy as he poked the strawberry shortcake on his plate with his fork and took another bite of it.

“Mm~ Your cakes are always the best, Alice!” He smiled at me warmly. A blush found its way to my cheeks as I watched Loki take another bite of the vanilla-coloured cake, the unmistakable glee clear in his voice. “You should really think about opening a sweets shop in Cradle,”

I scratched my head sheepishly. “That sounds really ambitious, Loki,” I shrugged at the thought of competing against all the current confectionaries in Cradle. “There are already so many talented bakers in the Central Quarter… I highly doubt that my desserts would stand out compared to them,”

“But your sweets are all so good!” Loki replied with a grin. “I bet everyone in Cradle would love them~”

“You’re too kind,” I muttered to myself, hoping that he wouldn’t hear me. Despite my earlier response, my mind began to wander along the thought of actually working in a desserts shop in Cradle. Considering that I used to work in a confectionery in London, it wasn’t a completely foreign experience to me. I could still remember all the recipes that I used time and time again back then, so maybe-

“Loki!!!”

In the midst of my thoughts, Loki had sneakily snatched the slice of cake that was on my plate, and was now happily munching away at it. “Haha, you didn’t even notice a thing, Alice! This cake is mine now!” He laughed wholeheartedly as he placed another strawberry covered slice of cake into his mouth, grinning at his success.

“Hey, that was my slice!” Placing my utensils gently on top of the picnic mat, I glared at Loki, crossing my arms. He didn’t seem to catch onto my anger, however; instead, he leaned close to me and lifted a piece of cake towards my mouth with his fork with an alluring gleam in his eyes

“Do you want me to feed you instead?”

My cheeks instantly heated up at his words, my heart suddenly beating very loudly in my ears. I was frozen by Loki’s gaze, his burnt caramel and topaz gold eyes staring back at me. It felt like a whole minute passed before my boyfriend finally broke the silence.

“Hm? You don’t want it?” He asked with a cheeky grin. I remained silent, unable to utter a single word.

“Well, I guess more cake for me then~” He said with a sly smile before redirecting his fork back into his mouth, moving away from me as he continued savouring his treat, the white icing on top of the cake smearing the side of his mouth a little. I found myself letting out a long sigh that I had been holding ever since Loki asked me that question. This guy…!!

One minute, he was innocently relishing my shortcake, the next minute he managed to steal my slice like a little devil, and now he was acting like a playful flirt. There were just so many sides of Loki that would pop out of nowhere, casting their spells to draw me deeper in love with him…

I found myself smiling warmly while fishing out a napkin from our picnic basket to wipe the extra icing on his cheeks. “Loki, you got a bit of cake on your face,” I giggled.

He quickly grabbed my hand just as I finished cleaning his face, startling me enough to drop my napkin. He closed his eyes as he affectionately nuzzled my palm, purring like a cat at my touch. “Hehe, I love it when you touch my face, Alice~” He murmured.

I sighed, though I was still smiling. “Loki, I need my hand back...”

“Aw~ But your hand is so warm!”

The cheery smile encased on his lips was enough to win me over. How in the world could anyone be so cute?

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I mean, even his carnivorous diet is like a cat. Or was it more like a child’s?

“Bleh… Yuck…”

I turned my attention away from reading to the sound of Loki’s gags. He was sticking his tongue at the green flowered vegetable stuck in his fork, clearly not wanting to eat the broccoli from lunch.

Seated in front of him was Harr, Loki’s guardian and mentor, and to say that he was unamused was an understatement. His one eye that wasn’t concealed behind a mask narrowed at the pouting boy. “Loki, you need to eat your vegetables. I’m not going to tell you twice,”

“But I hate them…” The pink-haired teen groaned with a frown, his heterochromatic eyes drooping at the sight of his plate, mostly clean except for the cursed green pieces. “And why did it have to be broccoli, Harr? You know that I hate those the most!”

“All the more reason why you need to eat them,” The wizard replied with a deadpan look. “Look, they really aren’t that bad, Loki. And you’ve got to eat them for nutrition,”

The younger magic-user refused to listen. “I already eat a lot of fish! And fish has loads of nutrients too. I’m full--Thank you for the meal!”

Loki was about to stand up and lift his plate to the sink before Harr’s eyes glowed red, his powerful magic forcing Loki back on the chair no matter how much he squirmed. “Hey! No fair, Harr! I thought you told me not to use magic for trivial matters!” Loki yelped indignantly.

“Eat your broccoli!”

“No!”

“Loki…!!”

As I sat on the sofa in their living room, I couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight. From this angle, Harr really looks like a father trying to get his son to eat his veggies, though he really wasn’t making any progress on the matter.

At that moment, a cheeky idea popped into my head, cueing the ends of my lips to turn upwards and form a smile. After slowly placing my book on the coffee table, I trotted over to the dining table, where Loki was pouting and Harr was crossing his arms in frustration. “Still not eating your vegetables, Loki?” I asked with a short sigh.

He immediately brightened as soon as I got close to the table. “Alice! Tell Harr to let me go!” He cried for help like a child while Harr shook his head in disappointment.

“I was thinking that he would mature a little after meeting you,” The older wizard mused, pinching his nose bridge. “But it seems that his refusal to eat vegetables hasn’t changed at all,”

I laughed light-heartedly at his words. “It would seem so,” I agreed with a sheepish grin before turning back to the stubborn man who was glued to his chair, ready to enact my plan. If Loki won’t eat his veggies willingly… Maybe I should give him some incentive…

Leaning in close to Loki, I cupped my mouth and whispered to him in the sweetest voice I could muster. “What if I give you some kisses after you eat them, hm?”

The pout on his face instantly disappeared. As Loki slowly turned his head towards me, I could see that his cheeks had turned pink and his eyes were widened at my words, his mouth agape as he stared at me. Despite my heart pounding wildly in my chest, the sweet smile on my face didn’t falter as Loki blinked at me, seemingly shocked at what just happened.

There was a short silence in the room before the Cheshire Cat let out an audible gulp and turned back to his food. The frown on his face from before returned, though it was visibly fainter than earlier.

“ … Fine,” He huffed as he picked up his fork, this time actually picking up the pieces of broccoli and chewing them in his mouth. He didn’t gag or complain, and I grinned at the sight. Success!

On the opposite side of the table, Harr’s cedar-brown eyes widened in astonishment. “My goodness…” He muttered to himself as he slapped his hand onto his forehead.

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Loki can get pretty possessive like a cat, too…

I hummed a little tune to myself as I packed some books into the trusty bag Seth gave me earlier. Sirius was right; Harr really did have a lot of cookbooks lying around his house and he wouldn’t hesitate to lend me them if I asked him about it. Though I could remember most of the dessert recipes that I used back in London, I figured out that it would do me some good if I learned how to make other dishes for meals. And considering how amazing Harr’s cooking was, it was only natural that I’d try to learn from him.

Beside me, Loki leaned against the armrest of the sofa, nodding his head to the song I was humming. “What song is that, Alice?” He asked inquisitively, tilting his head. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard of it before… Did it come from the Land of Reason?”

I nodded. “I can’t remember the name of it, though,” I replied with a shrug as I zipped up my bag, lifting the straps around my head to rest on my shoulder. “I just remember listening to it a long time ago back in London,”

“London?”

“Ah, that is, the Land of Reason,” I explained with a smile as Loki’s eyes lit up. For a number of times now, he has asked me about my world, known as the Land of Reason to everyone in Cradle. A polar opposite to this wonderland that I’ve fallen into, the Land of Reason progressed and functioned on scientific logic, machinery and phenomena instead of magic. I wonder how I would ever explain how to use a telephone to anyone here, especially Loki.

Meanwhile, the man that I was just thinking about had his gaze trained on the bag slung across my shoulder. The shades of pink and yellow in his eyes shimmered like stars, and yet I could feel them piercing through me. The lack of response from the usually vocal Cheshire Cat made my heart worry.

“Loki?” I timidly asked, not realizing how soft my voice had become.

He didn’t reply. Instead, he stood up from the sofa and walked towards me like a predator catching his prey. As he advanced to my position, I could spot his eyebrows drooping in disappointment. The tense expression in his eyes reminded me of the day he casted a spell to force me into a deep sleep.

“You’re leaving… now?” He finally murmured in a low voice, upset that I was preparing myself to head back to the black army’s headquarters.

Oh boy, here we go again…

“Is Loki stopping you from heading back home again?” Harr let out a long sigh in a tone mixed with embarrassment and disappointment as he stepped out his room, catching the sight of Loki staring down at me with pleading eyes.

I unfortunately had to nod in reply before turning my attention back to the pink-haired man before me. “Loki, I need to get back. You remember what I told you right? It’s gonna be Luka’s birthday soon and I need to help Ray and the others practice making a cake for him,” I explained in a matter-of-fact tone. I was already used to the many episodes of Loki trying to stop me from heading back to the other black army members, after all.

He turned his head slightly at the mention of Luka, his lips curving into an annoyed frown. “I don’t like that you have to go back to their headquarters all the time,” He complained as he reached for both of my hands, holding them tightly as if I would disappear if he let go. “I wish you could just stay here with me instead,”

I let out a short sigh. As possessive and dramatic as he was now, I had to admit that there was always a small sorrow in my heart each time we parted ways. There was always the promise of seeing him the next day, but there was also the miniscule yet present uncertainty that I couldn’t do so. It was a fear I could not deny no matter how hard I tried.

I looked up at Loki with a warm smile on my lips. “I’m sorry that I can’t stay today, Loki. But I promise I’ll come back tomorrow, and then we can go out on another date in Cradle-”

“But I still don’t like seeing you leave me,” He replied, seemingly unwavered by what I’ve said, the expression on his face barely changing. If anything, his grip on my hands only strengthened.

“I’ll be back tomorrow, I promise-”

“But if you go, that means I won’t get to cuddle next to you tonight…”

His suddenly bold words caught me off-guard and I couldn’t stop the redness from crawling up my face. In fact, my cheeks weren’t red because of what Loki said; they got red because Harr was literally right there watching us!! There was no way to really stop his possessiveness, wasn’t there?

From the corner of my eye, I could see the wizard standing by the dining table with another disappointed expression on his face. “For the love of…” He mumbled, shaking his head. It seemed that as far as he was concerned, this routine of me getting won over by Loki’s charm was never going to end.

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And he’s always demanding attention! If that part of him didn’t resemble a cat, then I don’t know what does!

“Hey, Alice~”

“... Alice, look at me~”

As tempted as I was, I managed to steel myself not to look at Loki, my focus not leaving the work in my hands for even a second. When he sneaked into my room earlier this afternoon, he took the liberty of lying on my bed for a little ‘cat-nap’. Now in the evening hours leading to dinnertime, he was up and clearly desperate for my attention.

… Actually, I take that back. The more I consider it, the more I realised that regardless of where we were, he always would be demanding my attention. It was petty, sure, but I couldn’t deny that I still love him for that.

Today, though, I couldn’t afford to be swayed by his pleas for attention. “Not now, Loki,” I proclaimed firmly. “I need to finish making this present for Edgar’s birthday tomorrow,” My mind floated back to a few days before when Loki had tried to stop me from going back to help Ray and the others make a birthday cake for Luka. Thankfully, Harr came to my rescue, convincing the ever clingy cat Loki to let go of me. Back then, I hopelessly fell victim to his boldness; I couldn’t afford to repeat that same mistake today.

… Huh…? Why… does my ear suddenly… hurt…?

I was so absorbed in my work that I had not noticed Loki’s stealthy advance towards me, him leaning over me as I sat on my work desk. As my attention was better tuned to his presence next to me, I could feel the short silky strands of his hair tickle my ears, accompanied by… something sharp?

It was only when his hands landed on my shoulders did my mind finally register what was going on. He… bit my ear…

… Oh my god..!!!

“L-Loki?!” I involuntarily yelped as my whole body froze. Whatever was working on before now landed on the desk as my hands remained in the air, unmoving as an all-too-familiar warmth travelled up my cheeks, extending to the edge of my ears. I could practically feel the electricity coursing through my veins as his warm breath hit my skin like a piece of red-hot iron.

“Hm?” He whispered with a seductive smirk on his face, clearly ignoring the deep scarlet blush on my face. “What is it, Alice?” He continued in a somewhat innocent tone as he continued to nuzzle the back of my ear affectionately.

No matter how hard I tried, no words would come out of my mouth. All I could do was gasp as Loki’s slender fingers swept some of my hair away so that he could nuzzle my neck. I let out a high-pitched yelp at the warm sensation, my head tilting to the side as if it was second nature and my two hands automatically reaching out and searching for his, and he chuckled at the sight.

“You know, I really have to wonder…” His alluring voice returned as his hands finally met mine, lulling the sudden need that had culminated within me. “Why do you tend to think of other men while I’m here?”

“Do you need me to remind you of who you belong to?”

The heat from my face instantly spread across my entire being at the sound of his deeper voice. I couldn’t halt the quiet moans coming out of my mouth as Loki grazed his teeth against my neck, his tongue following after as he licked my skin. My heart is beating so fast… I barely registered the sensation of my chair being lifted slightly as I was spun around in midair, my whole body now facing my boyfriend.

In my half-lidded vision, I spotted a red and surprisingly seductive gleam in Loki’s eyes. He flashed his signature Cheshire grin as he raised his hand to my chin, keeping me focused on him. “I belong to you, Alice. That means that you belong to me too, right?” His grin widened as he pulled my face towards him, his lips capturing mine in a sweet kiss.

I melted into the sensation immediately, my arms wrapping around his neck as I leaned closer to him, closing my eyes to savour this feeling. Loki’s hands soon cupped my face as he tilted his head to deepen our kiss, his fingers framing my jaw so very gently, as if I was fragile porcelain. A few minutes passed before I felt Loki pull away from me, and I internally whined at the loss of his warmth against my lips. “Loki?” I asked quietly, surprised at how soft my voice was.

He just smiled at me, his heterochromatic eyes telling me that he was content. “I’m glad,” He said randomly as he interlocked his fingers with mine. The gesture, although sweet, confused me, and I blurted out my question before I could even consider its aftereffects. “Glad about what?”

He chuckled at me again as a cheerful smile found its way to his face. “I got your attention now, Alice~”

I blinked at the realization that he was right. Oh no… I fell for his charms again just like last time…

At this rate, I’ll never get any work done…!

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… Then again… I suppose the same can be said for me, to some degree…

Loki found himself smiling widely at the little doll in his hands, her appearance looking so much like his Alice. Her long brown hair, her cute white dress, her pretty blue eyes…

The pink-haired wizard let out a small giggle. He made a mental note to thank Harr later for teaching him how to sew. Though it took him a long time to make this doll look like her without using magic (even when the urge to just flick his fingers at the doll was so tempting), Loki was still very pleased at the final result of his practice.

“Loki!!” A melodious voice rang through the air, cueing the man in question to quickly pocket the doll in his jacket before she noticed it. He couldn’t afford to spoil the surprise… not yet, anyway.

Instead, he waved at the chestnut-haired lady as she sauntered over, a picnic basket in her hands. “Sorry that I’m a little late. Were you waiting for long?” She bowed once, making Loki laugh.

“Not at all, Alice,” He shook his head politely as he reached for her free hand and raised it to his lips, kissing the back of it gently. “By the way, you’re looking very cute, as always~”

A pink blush spread across her cheeks as her face shifted into a flustered expression. Loki’s heart warmed at the sight of Alice looking so embarrassed. Her honest reaction to everything was the cutest thing about her, after all.

So adorable… Loki mused to himself before lowering his voice as he spoke. “Hey, hey Alice. Before we go on our date, I have something to show you,”

She tilted her head at him. “What is it?”

“Close your eyes,” He teased with a smirk, to which Alice logically raised an eyebrow at, but the serious look in his own eyes reassured her otherwise. Deciding to go along with his plan, she obliged. With her eyes closed, her now hypersensitive ears heard the sound of cloth being rubbed against, as if someone was searching through their pockets.

“Okay, you can open them now,” Loki’s voice brought her back to the present as she followed his words, her eyes now catching the sight of a quaint little doll resting in Loki’s hands. He was holding it with both of his hands, his fingers wrapping around the doll’s waist, right where the start of her navy blue skirt was.

Wait a minute… a navy blue skirt?

“This doll…” Alice blinked at the sight. “It looks like me…”

“That’s right!” Loki nodded excitedly. “Isn’t she adorable?” He continued, lifting the doll’s hand to imitate her saying hello.

Alice giggled at the gesture. “How did you make her, Loki? With magic?” She asked as Loki passed her the petite toy, her hands and eyes looking all over the doll and inspecting its quality and detail.

“Nope,” He replied with an unexpected answer, which cued Alice to gaze at him quizzically. “I made her from scratch,”

“From scratch?”

“Yep. She’s made from nothing but thread, cotton and cloth,”

“ … No magic?”

He grinned as if he was crossing his heart. “No magic at all,”

“Wow…!” Alice beamed at him, her eyes sparkling with awe. “That’s really impressive, Loki!”

The smile on her face was more than enough of a payment for his efforts. He could feel his heart soaring at the sight of her happiness. Oh how he’d love to capture that pretty look on her face forever…

… Oh, right.

“There’s a reason why I wanted to show you this doll, Alice,” Loki began, lowering his voice mysteriously. Alice turned to him quickly, curiosity in her gaze. “You see, the last time I came to your room, I noticed something,”

“You tend to keep a lot of dolls of me in your room, Alice,”

Alice’s sapphire eyes widened like a child would have if she was caught eating candy. “I-!!” She uttered a single word as her embarrassing side resurfaced. How… Didn’t she keep those dolls in her closet when Loki came over?

… Or did he find them by himself?

“I don’t know where you found so many dolls of me, though,” Loki mused, a playful tone in his voice as he continued his explanation. “I mean, I don’t mind you keeping dolls of me. In fact, I find it rather precious of you~”

Precious? The fact that she always cuddled a Loki toy to sleep everyday… was precious to him? Alice could not believe her ears. Had she fainted in embarrassment already? Was this just a dream?

Behind her back, she pressed a fingernail into her thumb, the stinging pain from it as real as the basket in her hands. Yep, definitely not a dream.

“It’s kind of unfair though,” The younger man pouted, a frown appearing on his face. “You have the chance to cuddle me to sleep every night, but I don’t…”

Did he just read her mind?

“So…” He said slowly, reaching out to the doll in Alice’s hands as he tenderly took the doll back, holding it in his two hands. The young magic-user then turned to the woman in front of him, a light pink blush across his cheeks and his gold-and-pink eyes shining in adoration and affection.

“You wouldn’t mind if I have a doll of you then, would you, Alice~?”

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Hm... How would you reply to him, Alice? :3

Thank you so much, maedayo, for blessing my day with Loki fan art. I desperately need more Loki content~♥

Also, the song that Alice was humming to in the third scenario was this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xGmk_F3F0Lw

I’ve been listening to it the whole time I was writing this. It’s super sweet~ Also, I realise that some of its lyrics really REALLY fit Loki’s route. Like I want to make an animated video of it with Loki, ahhh-

Anyways, thank you for reading!

(P.S. time to start writing another Loki fanfic since maedayo just posted more art of him and Alice ahhhh-)

#ikerev loki genetta #loki genetta #ikemen revolution loki genetta #ikerev #ikemen revolution #fanfiction #established relationship #picnic #cheshire cat #ikemen revolution loki #he's such a cutie #just like a cat #a bit possessive and attention seeking but still a cutie #i love him <3

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dailysonicandco · 5 years ago

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more swap au stuff!

phantom ruby vanilla, guardian of the warp topaz sonic, amy rose the spy, rookie mimic, and your trusty sidekick shadow

#vanilla #vanilla the rabbit #sonic #sonic the hedgehog #amy #amy the hedgehog #amy rose #amy rose the hedgehog #mimic #mimic the octopus #shadow #shadow the hedgehog #sth #mod shadow #swap au #roleswap #roleswap au #i need a name for this au hmmmmmm

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boneshine · 6 years ago

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You know I love your characterization and smut (and you)! Would you please write for me something about everyone’s favorite Goblin man facing up against a fem!character that’s hunting him down for his parts to sell? Kollector vs Collector! Smut encouraged but not required.

I’m always up to give love to Kollector! I hope you enjoy the kinks that I laced into this one, since you let me play around with the idea. I kind of left it simple and made the Reader from Earthrealm, with no special powers except incredible sass. NSFW.

Fandom: Mortal Kombat

Pairing: Kollector x Fem!Reader

Includes threatened dismemberment, non-consensual fingering, forced orgasm, humiliation kink.

“Greed”

“Your feet may be light, but aNaknada hears everything.”

You couldn’t hide the smirk onyour face as you strolled around the tree where you had been hiding, hands upin mock surrender before they fell to your sides. “I’d be impressed if you hadsaid that to me three hours ago when I started tracking you,” was yourresponse.

Your target, a tall and slendersix-armed goblinesque man—a Naknada, apparently—stood unimpressed as he watchedyou. “I knew when you arrived from the very beginning, Earthrealmer,” he hissedin his strange, slithery accent.

“Oh, really?”

“You cannot hide that stench.”

“Sharp tongue. Strong nose. Ican’t tell which part I want to take first.” You hummed and reached into yourcloak to pull out your trusty dagger, flipping it a bit to catch the light andhis attention. In the fading light of the realm, his eyes looked like two topazgems melted into ruby pools. You were sure they would fetch a nice price,considering who they belonged to. “Lots of profit to be made from a man of yourstature.”

“I am an invaluable asset to theKahn.”

“Best mind your own assets whileyou’re out and about collecting tribute.”

That got his attention. His facetilted into something more feral, practically snarling at the implication thatyou could steal from him. “And who dares to threaten me, urchin?”

“You can call me a… collector ofsorts,” you shrugged.

The Naknada huffed out a noise,and his shadowed face gave a hint of a grin, amused. “Ah, quite a bold thief toattempt to steal my own name.”

You paused. “… Your name is Kollector?”

“It is my occupation. Therefore,my name.”

This realm is full of weirdos…

That wasn’t the issue, anyway.You couldn’t care less about the ‘hows’ and ‘whys’. What mattered was that yougot what you came for, and that would be this “Kollector” and how many piecesyou could keep intact for the black market. A nice price was out for thisstrange-looking gremlin, and you wanted to be the one to cash in.

“How about this. I’m not nearlyas interested in that satchel you have as I am in, well, what’s holding thesatchel.”

“Ah… a meat-monger.” His armsflexed and both dominant sets were posed in front of him, although he did notdraw his weapons. “You’ve crossed the wrong Naknada.”

“Hey, let’s play nice. I’m areasonable woman. You have six arms. You can spare one or two,” you reasonedplayfully.

His orange eyes never left yourface.

“You have one tongue, yet I feelit must be removed for your audacity,” he spoke as he took a step toward you,and you immediately jerked your entire body to face him, taking your own stepto the side as you began to circle.

“This one?” You stuck it out athim, and you had to laugh at his blank expression. “Come and get it.”

His eyes narrowed and his armflexed as he reached into his pack and chucked a chakram at you—which you dodgedand charged at him, leaping and sliding gracefully across the dirt as he threwanother, aiming for his ankles.

A well-placed kick had himstumble with a growl, his arms recovering from the fall and swiping at you.

You evaded his swipes and blockedhis arms, slipping between them to aim a punch right for his face, only for himto block the next one and swing you away from him.

Landing with a grunt, youlaunched forward again, aiming for his right, only to spin and dart to the leftwhen he thought he would catch you. With his back exposed, you grinned and leaptonto him.

Thrusting down his hood over hiseyes to blind him, your dagger swung toward his throat, but a sudden punch tothe side from one of the smaller arms cradled around the satchel made you flinchand he used that one second of hesitation to grasp his long fingers around yourthroat and flip you.

Your body flopped in front of himwith a hard, painful twinge to your neck, thankfully unbroken, and tried tostab the arm holding you, but he squeezed, and the world blacked out around youas your eyes nearly bulged from the pressure.

Through the fog, a voice rumbled.“Afraid, Earthrealmer?”

“Of what? Y-You?” You managed tolaugh through a particularly harsh squeeze, although it sounded more like agurgle at this point.

“Your bravado is wasted. I haveclearly won.”

“It’s not that clear–” Another squeeze had your eyes rolling back slightly, yourcaught hand flexing and clawing at the air. “O-Okay, it’s clear! It’s clear!”He released your throat to hold your wrists instead and you coughed; theswallow nearly as painful as your wounded pride.

“You’ll need to do better thanthat, urchin. Now…”

With one arm holding you, theother three began to poke you. Prod you. Slide over you…

“Let us see what you can part with.”

“What are you doing?!” you exclaimedin confusion. Why hadn’t he delivered the killing blow? If you had him in thisposition, you’d have been reorganizing his internal organs by now.

“Allow me to assess you. There isa chance you may be worth more alive than dead.”

With that surprising strength, hehoisted you up to his gaze and those glowing eyes flickered over your face,trailing lower.

“Yes… Feisty… Strong… Sturdyfigure…” He clicked his tongue as you twisted your arm out of his grip andtried to swing your dagger once again, only for him to catch your hand and tiltyour wrist just so in order to make you drop the weapon that clattereduselessly beneath your hovering feet. “Not very clever, but…”

You held back a gasp as two ofhis hands slipped under the cloak and drifted over your sides, sliding intentlyover your hips.

“Full hips… Yes, very valuable,” he growled out, pleased.“You would fetch an agreeable price as breeding stock.”

“Like hell!”

“You are in no position to argue,my failed Collector.”

His fingers clasped your face andforced you to look into his eyes.

“I have had my fair share ofexperience with… assessing Earthrealm’s females. And you are a prime specimen.You would serve many men exceptionally and breed with many soldiers.”

“Is that your idea of acompliment?” you hissed.

“I don’t flatter when I can just take.”

A wince pulled at your lips as hesqueezed your wrists hard enough to where you felt the bones grind together.Your leg kicked out and managed to strike him upside the head, but your victorywas quickly doused as his other arms snaked around your waist and legs, holdingyou still as you cursed.

This guy was too strong. You werefor close combat, but you seriously underestimated this target. For fuck’ssake, he was holding your entire body up with ONE arm! This was the first timeyou had ever felt this vulnerable.

The strike obviously pissed himoff, but after a moment, Kollector’s head tilted, and an idea appeared to crosshis mind.

“Although…” he trailed off.

“Although what?” you bit back,glaring.

“I’ve just realized that it maybe too much trouble to bring all ofyou back to my slavers. I have more tribute to collect, and time spent haulingyou to them would be wasted profit,” he sneered.

You heard a shing of metal unsheathed and froze as the cold, sharp blade of ashotel delicately cradled your throat.

“Though I may bring back a pieceor two for inconveniencing me.”

Silence filled the void as yourmind raced with ideas to escape, each more stupid and incomplete as the last.

Damn it, I’m so screwed…

Long fingers grasped a thigh andyou jerked, only slightly, gritting your teeth as he clutched it hard. “Yourlegs have been quite restless since we’ve met. Following me. Kicking me.Perhaps we should remove them.”

“Perhaps we should not.”

He smirked at your fire, and hereached up to trace his claw lightly around your pulse, pressing into the pointunder your chin and increasing the pressure and pain until you were forced tolook up into his monstrous smile.

“Well, then. As I stated before…Allow me to assess you.”

The arms released your legs, andthe gropes continued, your disgust growing as his hands traced across your bodylike you were a piece of newly discovered treasure being polished and ready forsale.

You scoffed as his wording. “Assess,my ass…” you muttered.

“If you insist.”

“Huh?” You felt his hand slidepartly into your pants and you immediately tried to thrash in panic, but it wasuseless with three other arms holding you in place and a blade that threatenedto decapitate you if you so much as sneezed. “WAIT, no, I didn’t mean it likethat, there was a comma in there! A comma!”

The rush of cool air on yourlower half silenced you.

Kollector’s voice was smug, a lowpurr grazed your ears nearly as roughly as the palm that grasped your ass.“Hmm… Not displeasing at all.”

You felt your face burn withembarrassment and rage. If he had balls, you were taking those first. Slowlyand painfully.

“Now, let us see how the frontlooks.”

Fear violently washed over youranger and you hitched a breath as you felt those claws trail over your sidestoward your crotch, and you squeezed your thighs shut.

“NO!”

The ground suddenly zoomed in toyour face when you were slammed into the dirt, and you cried out in pain as theworld spun around you as you were flipped over, arms up but restrainedinstantly as the Naknada slunk over you with a vicious snarl.

“Silence! Be thankful I have notdismembered you, urchin,” he hissed, his eyes searing with a predatory shine.

The sword returned to pressedagainst your racing pulse.

“You should be grateful.”

He kneeled over you and pinnedyour leg with his weight, grasping the other by the knee. He pushed your leg tothe side, spreading you wide open.

“Ah…”

Your heartbeat in your ears wasloud but not enough to drown out how sickeningly pleased he was with what hesaw. He was toying with you, it was obvious. It wasn’t enough that you wereliterally as good as dead, he had to do… this to you!

Mindful of his nails, as itwouldn’t do to damage his freshly acquired property, Kollector teased your softouter lips, listening for a noise. When he got none except the hushed breathyou attempted to keep quiet, he bared his fangs at the challenge and pressedtwo fingers to each side, spreading them and revealing your velvety pinkinsides and the shy peek of your clit from under the hood.

He noted the shake to your thighsas he teased you further, the tips of his fingers dipping in, watched yourmuscles flex around to try and close them, and the textured pad of his thumbcaught on the edge of your clit.

Your body jerked and betrayedyou.

“Oh? Responsive after all,Earthrealmer?” his rough voice slid over you and you wanted to slam your feetinto his smug face until his fangs littered the ground.

“Don’t expect me to moan just becauseyou decided to feel me up—"

Two fingers sank into you unexpectedlyand you stifled a noise of surprise as the feeling seemed to spark heat up anddown your spine, eyes wide as you stared up at the sky, dumbfounded.

Why did it feel so… good?!

It was just from the length of his fingers, your mind argued. That was all it was. Just his strange, inhuman, gross spider-fingers that were disgustingand—

Curled against the spot that hadyour body tense and warmth flooded you in a pleasurable wave.

Dextrous…

His fingers suddenly picked upspeed and began to thrust into all the right spots of your pussy and your toescurled, fingers uselessly grasping at the air.

This was not happening!

How many females did he ‘assess’to get this kind of skill?!

That damned thumb joined to twirlexpertly around your tingling clit, and you huffed out a breath, fogging theblade that danced in front of your eyes as you tried to hold in howunfortunately exceptionally you were being molested.

“How pathetic,” he husked, andthe sound made you tremble for some unknown reason. Fear, maybe? “A would-becutthroat… brought to the edge of release from a total stranger. A stranger whocould easily tear them limb from limb if I so desired…”

“Sh-Shut… up…”

The filthy reality of what washappening sank into your stomach like a white-hot weight. It was humiliating,it was unwelcome, completely mortifying…

And you had never felt more turned on in your life.

The shock made you whimper.

His fingers paused and curledlanguidly inside of you to rest in your warm, silken depths, teasing the softwalls with gentle scrapes of his nails. “What was that, Earthrealmer?” hemocked, and the arrogance in his voice made you want to look away, but the stingof the blade on your skin left you immobile. His thumb pat at the swollen nub ofyour clit playfully.

“N-Nothing,” you murmured outquickly.

“Your protest has little credibilityconsidering how wet you’ve become. Do you enjoy my words?”

“Fuck o-AUGH!” your yell cut off as his fingers sunk into your mouth.The fingers, you realized with horror and a not-too-subtle jolt of heat betweenyour soaked thighs, that he just had inside of you.

“How does it taste, Earthrealmwhore?”

The heat of his breath on yourear, the condescension, the taste of yourself melding with the coppery tang tohis skin made your core quiver.

“Mmmnnph…”

As you were preoccupied, two newfingers filled you, and you nearly bit down on the ones that pinched and playedwith your tongue, saliva dripping down your chin as the tension began to coil inyou, and your squirming, however limited, increased from the waist down.

You felt the sword being lifted,and a hand grasped your face and your eyes shot open to stare into Kollector’swicked orbs.

“Come, pet.”

Red and orange and blue meldedtogether as your head flung back at the force of your orgasm, thighs tremblingand insides clenching around his fingers in delicious, wet pulses.

When the pleasure faded, yourtongue tinged with copper and your own juices, you found yourself left alone onthe ground.

With a foot, Kollector nudged youto your side, and you watched through sated, lidded eyes as he walked over andscooped up your dagger, which disappeared into the depths of his satchel.

“Consider this to be collateral. Youowe me, Earthrealmer. And I do not forget debts.”

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