#you fill my heart until it overflows with love ❤️

[xsammei-her-belovedberyl]

You’re my happiness 💗 I love you Beryl ⋆˙⟡♡

[simplyholl]

A Gift For A God

Pairing: Loki x F. Reader

Warnings: Smut. 18 + ONLY. Minors DNI.

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This is a gift for @fandxmslxt69 ❤️❤️❤️ for @fictive-sl0th Secret Santa 2023!

You sigh as you walk out of the sixth store today. You had been Christmas shopping for your boyfriend, Loki. But, you weren’t having any luck. What do you get a god who has everything? He was used to the finest fabrics on Asgard so he was picky about his clothes. You couldn’t afford the super nice brands he was accustomed to.

You thought about buying him more books, but he had so many there was hardly any space left for them in his room. The bookshelf was filled and overflowing. You voiced your concerns about what to get him, and he assured you that you didn’t have to get him anything. “All I want is you, my love.” He said while kissing each of your knuckles the night before.

You load the gifts you bought for your family into your car, looking at the other stores in the shopping center. You needed to run into the craft store for your sister’s gift. She had taken up sewing recently, so you thought you would get her some fabric.

You walk through the aisles, hoping something would catch your eye. When you reached the fabrics, you chose a few that your sister would like. You look on the opposite shelf, feeling the different textures. You stop immediately when you find a silky red one. You had the perfect idea.

You lay on Loki’s bed, fidgeting with the blanket. It wasn’t often you could surprise him. He usually knew you were up to something before you could act on it. This time, he didn’t have a clue. You could hear his footsteps echoing in the hallway as he walked to his room. You couldn’t wait for him to come in and find you.

The door creaks open. His heavy boots thump against the floor. Thud. You squeeze your legs together to quell the throbbing but it’s no use. Arousal pools against the smooth fabric. Thud. Your heart beats faster as he gets closer. Thud. You try your best to stay in the sexy position you’ve posed yourself in, on your back with your hair splayed across his pillows.

The light in his bedroom comes on illuminating you on his bed. Loki lifts his brow, his eyes darkening as he notices you. “What have we here?” He asks, walking painfully slow toward you. When he finally reaches the bed, he doesn’t bother taking off his fighting leathers first. He kneels beside you, his weight causing the mattress to dip under him. “You said all you wanted for Christmas was me, and here I am.”

“Here you are.” He purrs, pushing his long hair behind his ears. He reaches out to toy with the bow holding your breasts within. An amused expression crosses his face as he runs a long finger from the loops on the bow to the small piece that barely covers your aching nipples.

His digit stills as it lands on the sensitive nub. You whimper, as he removes his hands from you. He hovers, admiring your beautiful body wrapped up perfectly for him. The long piece that connects your chest to your ass barely covers anything. Loki’s gaze holds on that spot for a moment. You don’t think anything of it, until he nudges your legs apart with his leather clad thigh.

“You’re soaked already, darling.” He smirks, reaching down to swipe at your core. His finger dips underneath the ribbon, collecting your arousal. He brings it to his lips, savoring your taste. He releases his finger with a loud pop. You squirm, wishing it was you in his mouth, not his finger.

He captures your lips in a sweet a kiss, and you wrap your arms around him, pulling him close. Loki scatters kisses along your jaw line, down your neck. His teeth nip your collar bone, and you arch toward him. “This is the best gift I have ever received, my love. Perhaps I’ll take my time opening it.”

He palms your breasts gently, careful not to reveal your nipples. You press them against his rough hands, hoping he would give in. Finally, he rolls one between two fingers, the silky ribbon rubbing deliciously against you.

Loki lowers his head, his black curls fanning against your arms. He takes a hardened peak between his lips. His warm tongue flicks against the fabric, making you squirm. “Loki, please?” You whine, tangling your fingers in his hair.

He pinches the smooth fabric, playing with the bow. Slowly, he pulls it apart, leaving your chest bare before him. He removes the rest of your makeshift lingerie, spreading your legs. He admires you before burying his face between your thighs. His firm, velvet tongue strokes you slowly. You buck your hips, trying to get him to go faster.

It’s no use, his arm traps you, holding you down. Loki works your clit with the flat of his tongue until you are a whimpering mess. You cry out his name as he seals his lips on the most sensitive part of you, sucking roughly. You come apart underneath him, thighs gripping his head, holding him in place.

Loki doesn’t bother taking off his clothes, he removes himself from his pants, pushing them down his hips just a little. He lines himself up at your entrance, pushing into you slowly. You lock your legs around him, pulling him toward you.

He groans as he sinks deeper into you. He buries his head against your shoulder, lips latched onto your throat. He draws the delicate skin between his lips. Your legs tremble around him as you feel another orgasm building.

Your nipples graze the leather top as he lifts your leg, rocking into you with hard, deep thrusts. You clench around him. He rewards you with a growl that rips from his chest. His teeth scrape against your shoulder.

You grip his arms, incoherent cries escape you as your orgasm barrels through you. He grips your hips tighter, thrusting wildly. Loki bites down on your shoulder as he finishes inside you. You shiver, you love it when he marks you.

He rubs his nose against yours, locking eyes with you. “I love you more than you could ever know.” He confesses as you lazily play with his hair, bringing his mouth to yours. He holds you in his strong arms, telling you how much he loves you, and how proud of you he is. You smile, thanking the powers that be for blessing you with Loki. Every day feels like Christmas morning with him.

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[nectardaddy]

'88 Ford | Kita Shinsuke

epilogue | again

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final track. . . arkansas diamond

spinoff -> serendipity, a collection of random situations and insanity between kitayn because I'm too in love with them to let them go

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cw/notes: they do be smooching in this, this fic (this chapter in particular) is my magnum opus, deadass believe I astral projected while writing this, this is it :') but serendipity is soon to come! we will never truly be done with '88 Ford ❤️

There was a chill in the air that bit at his exposed arms; absentmindedly forgetting his sleeves were rolled up to his forearms, and giving his jacket to the woman beside him. An old, worn work jacket; seams fraying and an earthy smell lingering on it but clean nonetheless. Wrapped around her like a blanket to fight off the brisk weather; although, she told him before 'I don't need a damn jacket, I'll be fine.' But he knew, always, that she would ask for it anyway, and he would always give it to her. 

They laid in the old truck bed, her father's farm use ‘88 Ford, the cool metal touching every sliver of exposed skin they had. Though he didn't feel the cold air nip at his arms, nor the bite of the harsh metal. A recovered missing piece of his soul burning right through every chill he ever felt. A latter emptiness in his heart, that was once hollow and echoed, was now filled to capacity, jam packed and overflowing with adoration and intimacy. And all they did was look up at the sky. Content and happy - in love.

“That one's Orion," spoken softly as he pointed up towards a cluster of stars. Tiny specks forming a prominent figure of a man holding a bow amongst the inky sky. "My grandmother said he symbolized celebration and joy,” a forethought before a smile pulled at his lips. “You're my joy.” He turned his head to look over at her, pleasantly surprised to find she was already looking at him. He chuckled. "You weren't even lookin’, were you?”

"I was,” she chuckled, “earlier at least.” Earning another chuckle in response, “I like lookin’ at you more, Shin, you're handsome.” He felt her hand leave his, once having fingers interlocked, and move towards his face. Brushing small pieces of gray away from his eyes, she smiled. “You're my handsome man with pretty brown eyes.” 

He felt himself melt right then and there, becoming a lovesick puddle of a man as he locked eyes with her. “I'm so in love with you.” Voice quiet in comparison to the night air, crickets and frogs noisily filling up the silence the nighttime offered. 

“Say it again.”

A soft command, and he wholeheartedly complied. “I'm so in love with you. I don't think I'll ever stop fallin’ for you either, I'll fall until I die I think.” It wasn't a quiet love, nor was it soft. It was loud, exclamatory, sharp, and lurid. He would offer her the world if she asked, figure out how to give her the stars - one word and he was utterly hopeless.

A lull in conversation at his words, he heard her take a breath and watched as her smile faltered ever so slightly. Taking in eyes that swirled with an emotion of pure, unbreakable devotion. A love that was fiery and untamable within the woman; felt it scorch his very skin as her fingers still brushed hair from his eyes. But it would never leave a mark, it was a love that was made for him, and him alone - it didn't hurt to fan such flames and set her ablaze.

“Again. Say it again.”

He took her hand within his own, the gentle touch on his face halting as he held it a moment. His smile turned to a grin as he leaned closer to her, centimeters away from her that made her breath catch in her throat. Staying there only briefly, brown eyes flickering over the features of her face. 

“I love you,” spoken before he kissed her.

“‘Love you s’much,” said through a breath as his lips smiled against her own. 

“I love you. I love you. I love you,” voiced between kisses.

She couldn't stop the laugh that bubbled from her throat, grinned after each kiss until it wasn't possible anymore. Giggling to the point he had to pull away, a cheesy smile on his lips once he did.

“I love you too, Shinsuke, 'til my last dyin’ breath.”

-> love notes by @causenessus hinted at in the texts !

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[hotluncheddie]

Do you know how bad I want to see a Steddie version of that Rolf Ohst painting you reposted? (https://www.tumblr.com/hotluncheddie/740355852089835520) Maybe Steve, and it's an "Eddie, I want you to draw me like one of your French girls" kind of thing.

Only the cup on the tray is brimming with milkshake and the tray itself overflowing with tasty treats, and Steve keeps forgetting he's supposed to be "sleeping" and snacking on the props. No wax fruit here, it's got to be *authentic*! It's part of Eddie's *process.* Can't have a beautiful boy going hungry, that's worse luck than mentioning the Scottish play by actual name in a theatre!! It's okay, Stevie, he'll finish that part of the painting later, just keep eating. 🥐🍇🥤❤️

ugh oh my god yes!!!! he’d look so pretty and plump!!!!

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eddie’s a diehard romantic, he’s dramatic and earnest, but he’s an artist. he’s allowed.

so when he started calling steve his muse, it wasn’t really a joke. steve felt like a muse, eddie was obsessed with him and steve basked in it, in eddie’s love and devotion.

then he saw the painting, and he knew eddie needed to make one of his own. steve wanted to see himself immortalised like that, his softness and the way eddie seemed to look at him. he wanted it on canvas, in every brush stroke, every colour and swirl.

maybe he’d be good to begin with, actually lay still for a while and eddie gets the bare bones of the sketch down. and then they take a break and steve sucks down the milkshake that’s been put out in record time, because he was kind of sort of thinking about it the whole way through his posing. so eddie gets him another and more food to fill the tray - pastries and cakes to go with the lounging in bed theme, the decadence. and eddie goes back to the painting and steve starts to put what’s in his hands down but eddie stops him; ‘relax sweetheart, i’m getting in the bed now, your pretty face isn’t required yet, finish if you like.’

so steve does, it all tastes so good. the milkshake is thick and creamy and cold and the pastries are fatty and a little salty and the cake is light and sweet and he doesn’t even realise his eyes are unfocused and half lidded, hand moving everything rhythmically to his mouth, until eddie’s hand is at his jaw, gently tilting it up for a sugary kiss. ‘break time love’, eddie tells him and steve barely noticed the time pass, rolling onto his back with a sigh. he rubs his stomach, it’s a little rounder from fullness, arching up in front of him. he stretches like a cat and feels his thick thighs slide against each other and the sheets, he yawns, rolling back into position with his doughy hip and peak of round ass on display amongst the linens.

eddie comes back with another milkshake ‘i put the last of the cake in there, didn’t want them wasted.’ and he has the last few pastries too and steve smiles sleepily and takes them. eddie sits in the bed with him and rubs his stomach tenderly, where is lays on the mattress between them. it all tastes as good as the first break time snack and the sweetness of the milkshake almost takes his breath away.

once he’s finished he really is full and it makes him feel so heavy and satiated but so so sleepy. eddie arranges the setup back how he likes it and steve snuggles his face into the pillow like it was before. eddie kisses his cheek and trails his fingers over steve’s soft sides, making him shiver and keen. ‘relax now love, your going to make the most perfect painting.’ and steve believes him, eyelashes fluttering closed and he drifts off to the sound of eddie’s scratching pencil.

eddie has to keep pausing to stare at his muse, heart swelling. he re-sketches steve’s stomach just slightly. capturing how it lays now, round and full and perfect across the sheets.

🥐 🍰🥨🍨

[princessmia-tarot]

Hello! It's me DM :) hope you're doing great ♡

I'd like to ask for a channeled message from my soulmate if you don't mind.

🪷💖🧿💙

Hello DM! I'm here to assist you. Let's channel a message from your soulmate using the symbolism of the Ace of Cups:

🪷💖🧿💙

Message from Your Soulmate:

"My Dearest DM,

In the vast sea of existence, our souls have found each other, drawn together by the irresistible currents of love and destiny. Like the Ace of Cups, our connection overflows with pure and boundless love. It is a love that fills every corner of our hearts, unburdened by the past, and unafraid of the future.

With each beat of our hearts, we create a symphony of love that resonates throughout time and space. It's a love that knows no boundaries or limitations, transcending the physical realm. The protective power of the evil eye (🧿) guards and shields our love, keeping it safe from negativity and harm.

As we journey together on this path, know that our love is as deep as the ocean, as boundless as the universe, and as enduring as the ages. It's a love that reflects the purest essence of our souls, a love that nurtures and heals, and a love that brings us closer to our truest selves.

With every day that passes, our connection grows stronger, and our love deepens. The pink rose (🪷) symbolizes the beauty and grace that our love brings into our lives. It's a reminder that our love is a gift, a treasure to be cherished, and a source of endless joy.

My dear DM, our souls have recognized each other across time and space. Our love is a cosmic force, and I am forever grateful for the day our paths converged. In your heart, you'll find my love, and in my heart, I'll find yours. Together, we create a love story that is as magical and beautiful as the universe itself.

Until we meet in this physical realm, know that I am with you in spirit, sending waves of love and energy to guide you on your journey. Our love is eternal, and it will always find its way back to each other.

With all my love, [Your Soulmate]"

May this message fill your heart with warmth and hope, DM, as you continue your journey toward meeting your soulmate. 💖🌟🪷🧿🌹

xx

Mia💗

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[allgrrl78]

How?

You asked me to write you a love letter and all I could think of is “How?”

How can I gather all the words and string them into a sonnet that you so easily can do?

How do I express in words how much your presence has awakened my heart that has long given up on love

How can I make you understand that your love is too precious to me that it renders me insecure, overprotective with my thoughts overpowering me?

How can I let you know how you’re in my mind literally every second of every day?

How can a man like you have this huge of an impact on me? That I fill my life with love songs and daydreams of having a future with you?

How can I look at your face and see beyond what a wonderful creation you are from God? How your eyes can penetrate my soul and I end up longing for your kiss?

How do I not cry at the distance we’re apart, of the impending future of which we know nothing of, except the promise of a love that will last until our last breath?

How can you both make me weak, and inspire me?

How can you both stir a deep resentment in me at how dire our situation sometimes feel, and a deep connection that despite the challenges, I will hold on

How? It’s simple isn’t it? LOVE ❤️

A love that’s constantly being nurtured by your overflowing care and affection. A love that can never exist with just either you and me - no. It’s the love that’s bound to each other. My love bound to yours. And yours to mine.

💕Tu amor ha hecho creer que hay Dios que ha escuchado mis oraciones por un hombre que me completará. Te amo mi amor. Por siempre y para siempre 💕

[serdar1840]

I love you like the summer storms unleash their power over the fields..

I love you with such passion that in my heart everything is filled until it overflows with your love. I love you like the calm and silent water of a lagoon that reflects the flight of birds at the sunset.

Love you askim,my heart, my soulmate @scrapghost ❤️❤️

[princessofthemosthigh]

“Maybe all this pain that we been holding

Is a burden he can carry any moment

Fill my cup until your love is overflowing

Build me up from all these pieces that were broken

I couldn't find the way until you made it

They tried to take your life but then you gave it

That's how far you came just to give me all your heart” ❤️