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midnight cravings
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Summary: Deciding to take advantage of the fully stocked pantry within the Avengers Compound, you go down there only to realize that Loki has the same idea, and he decides he'd much rather enjoy his little snack with you. And on you.
Pairing: Loki x Reader
Warnings: 18+ | smut (minors & pearl clutchers, don't even try me, i am not the one); fingering; oral (f receiving); improper use of whipped cream; language [let me know if i missed anything!]
Things to be aware of: coworkers to lovers; friends to lovers; hints of mutual pining
You huffed in your bedroom, staring up at the ceiling that was only faintly illuminated by a small crack of light peeking through your blackout curtains. Ever since you'd become a fifth wheel in your friend group, numerous girls nights had been swapped out with double date nights for Wanda and Nat with their respective husbands, Vision and Bucky.
And while you were happy for them, that also left you all alone in the tower with nothing to do on an otherwise fine Friday night -- well, Saturday morning, technically speaking.
"Well maybe if you could just lower your expectation from black hair, a thousand years old, and Asgardian, maybe you could actually pull someone and you'd be able to make it a triple date night. Ever think of that, Y/L/N?" you grumbled to yourself, finally accepting defeat that at least for the next few hours, you weren't getting any sleep.
You padded over to the front door of your apartment, slipping on your fluffy loafer slippers, and walked out into the compound to make yourself a snack. Just because you weren't currently out with your friends and eating your fill of pasta or chimichangas or whatever cuisine it was that they ultimately decided on didn't mean that you were gonna let yourself starve through the night.
The sound of metal clinking against ceramic stopped you in your tracks, the notes of the song you were humming carelessly dying on your lips. You were about to turn back around and take your chances at seeing what was still open on Postmates when a voice spoke up.
"You needn't turn away, Y/N. I'm not my brother, I promise you I'm covered enough."
Your shoulders slumped as you let out an inaudible sigh at the sound of Loki's voice. Of course it had to be him. Probably out for a snack after sending home his latest conquest.
"Now how'd you know it was me?" It took all your strength to resist the urge to buckle your knees when he came into view and you realized that his definition of 'covered enough' was a pair of green sweatpants and nothing else.
"Come on, darling, I'd know your voice anywhere." To the best of your ability, you tried to hide that, like clockwork, his calling you 'darling' sent a rush of wetness pooling between your legs. "I thought you'd joined your friends tonight."
"Oh, uhm… it was more a couples thing, I would've been out of place," you mumbled, trying to focus on taking out one of the fudgesicles out of the freezer instead of the god's current proximity to your body. You popped the frozen treat into your mouth and began to make your way back to your apartment. "Later, Mischief," you mumbled around the treat.
The feel of his hand taking yours stopped you in your tracks. "You know that if you spill even a drop of that onto the floors, Stark's wife will have your head." Dammit, he was right. Pepper had chewed everyone out in the Compound at least once. It was an unspoken Avengers rite of passage at this point. "Join me."
No matter how soft spoken the words were, and uncharacteristically so for the Asgardian, they reached your ears like a command. One you'd be an entire clown to defy. You masked your sigh by taking a bite out of the chocolate-flavored treat, plopping yourself down on one of the bar stools. "What're you doing up anyways?"
His mouth upturned in a smirk at the muffled way your words came out. "I do not require as much rest as you Midgardians seem to need. In truth I'd just woken up."
"Ah, so your current bed buddy's still tuckered out?" You nearly bit your tongue at the sight of his jaw clenching at your question, wishing you had a time machine so you could rewind back a few moments and stop yourself from saying something so stupid.
Hell, rewind back a few minutes and stop yourself from even stepping out of your apartment.
You didn't bother to hide how your breath hitched as he stepped closer to you, his hand reaching up to start twirling a lock of your hair around a wickedly long finger. "I stopped playing the game of 'bed buddies' long ago, dear Y/N. That has been a game only my brother has partaken in as of late, seeing as Barnes has found a sense of home and permanence with the Widow."
Something in the way he said the words felt like a stinging slap across your face. "Are you--jealous? Of Bucky?"
Of course it was Natasha. With how fucking gorgeous she is, this isn't even surprising. Still hurts like a motherfucker, though, you hissed inwardly. You tried to hide your disappointment by taking another bite of the fudgesicle, trying to swirl the frozen morsel around your mouth to induce a brain freeze you knew would never come.
"In part, yes. But not because he'd built a life with Romanoff. Rather because of what he has instead of who he has it with. I could only be so fortunate for the woman I crave to want me in return. To find a semblance of home with me as I do when I'm around her."
"Whoever she is either has horrible taste if she doesn't want you back, or is oblivious as fuck," you thought out loud as you bit off the last of the chocolate flavored treat. The words escaped you before you could even think of filtering them. "Shoot your shot. You never know she might want you back after all and all your worries are for nothing."
You chucked the little popsicle stick in the direction of the trash bin, comically throwing your hands up in the air as you watched it fall into the little receptacle.
"Perhaps you're right," you heard him mumble before he grabbed the back of your neck and held you in place as he leaned in and captured your lips with his in a fevered kiss. Your gasp from the suddenness of his actions giving him the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue past your lips and glide against your own, feeling your body weaken in his hold as he groaned into your mouth.
All rational thought left your head as you felt his fingers weaving through your hair, his free hand traveling down to the back of your knee, putting the slightest bit of pressure on the sensitive spot and coaxing you to part your legs just enough for him to step in between them. You whimpered against him as he wrapped his arm around you, pressing against you until your hips were flush against each other.
"What if I told you that I craved you, little mortal?" he asked as he kissed a trail down your neck, sucking a bruise into the spot between your neck and shoulder. "That every time our paths would cross, my thoughts are consumed by the image of seeing your lips swollen from my kiss? And I often find myself unable to lay in my own bed without thinking what it would be like to have you there beside me?" He made his way back up to your lips, pressing a soft kiss before pressing his forehead to yours, the bridge of his nose nestled almost perfectly against your own. "What would you say then, darling?"
Your answer came at a nearly inaudible level, finding it difficult to even breathe properly at his admission. "I would say that I feel the same."
There was a fluttering in your stomach as you watched a brilliant smile grace his features before he pressed his lips to yours again, chuckling against you as you let out a muffled yelp when he tightened his hold on you and lifted you off your seat. Wrapping your legs around him led you both to groan into the kiss, his free hand reaching over to take something from the counter before he broke the kiss. "Open."
He raised a can of whipped cream to your mouth, a devious smirk on his face. You let out a giggle as he aimed the nozzle between your parted lips and placed a large dollop of the cold aerated concoction on your tongue, the sound quickly morphing into a moan as he covered your mouth with his and felt his tongue coaxing the whipped cream into his own mouth.
You didn't even notice that he'd used his seiðr to bring you to his bedroom until he'd laid you down on the silken sheet covered mattress, the god crawling up your body as if you were prey he'd just ensnared. He smirked at the little squeak you made when he knelt above you, his hands grasping at the center of your nightdress and ripping it down the middle, baring you to him.
"Oh, min lille kjære," he murmured, touching his fingers to the soaked fabric of your panties before snapping the sides apart and pulling the rendered scrap of clothing off you, devoid of pause as he stuffed the fabric into the pocket of his sweatpants. Your pulse hammered against the side of your neck as you watched the can of whipped cream materialize in his hand once again. "Lay your head back."
Your view shifted from his face to the ceiling as you followed his command, your pulse quickening in excitement as your head swam with the possibilities of what he could do. You didn't have to wait long, feeling within seconds the cool substance piling up on the base of your throat. The way he let out a sound of appreciation at the sight before him had you thrumming with anticipation, eager to know the feel of his lips on your skin again.
Instead, you felt another mound of the whipped cream piling up between your breasts, and another one just above your navel. "You look worlds better than any delectable little morsel I could have in that pantry, min lille kjære," he murmured before his mouth descended onto your body, licking and sucking the whipped cream he placed on you. "You've spoiled me, dear Y/N."
The sound that escaped you was incoherent, barely even resembling a human let alone yourself, as you tried to ask him to elaborate.
Loki chuckled against your skin, the sound sending a deliciously sinful thrill all throughout your body, down to the tips of your fingers. "You've given me my new favorite way to enjoy dessert, darling." Your legs twitched involuntarily as you felt his fingers trailing up your inner thigh, teasing along your folds and coating the wickedly long digits in your arousal. "Atop the most sinfully beautiful woman I've encountered across the Nine Realms."
Your moans echoed around the room as he slid his fingers into your slick entrance, curling them upward and making your hips jerk upwards and off the bed. All the while he kept his lips latched onto the skin above your navel, sucking and licking at the spot despite the whipped cream being long gone.
"That's it, sweet girl. You're so wondrously responsive for me, so deliciously wet," he growled, moving his head to close his lips around the stiffened peak of your nipple, eliciting a broken moan of his name from your lips. "Let go, my darling. Let me feel you come apart by my hand." He placed the pad of his thumb on your clit and began to rub against it, mirroring the movements with his tongue against your nipple.
That was all you needed to go over the edge, the pleasure overtaking you as your walls convulsed around his fingers, your legs shaking from the sheer strength of your climax hitting you and setting every last nerve on your body alight.
Your mind was a mess as you watched him withdraw his fingers from you, your heartbeat pulsing violently at the sides of your head as he squirted a mound of whipped cream on his fingers before placing them into his mouth, unabashedly sucking his fingers clean of the mixture of the sweet concoction and your release.
"You taste divine, my precious little mortal," he rasped, chuckling darkly as he watched you squirm under his ardent gaze. "But I think it would taste even better directly from the source."
"Loki…" you whimpered, the raven-haired god smirking as he moved his way down your body, placing your thighs on his broad shoulders before reaching for the can of whipped cream again, shaking the container in a sensually menacing manner. "Mischief, what are you--OH!"
You gasped at the feel of the cold substance escaping the can and making contact with your soaking heat, his name escaping your lips in stuttered pleas and moans the moment you heard the now empty can clatter to the ground and felt his tongue start lapping at the mix of your slick arousal and the sweet aerated cream. He placed his hands on either side of your hips and lifted you off the mattress, preventing you from squirming away from him as he devoured you.
It didn't take long for him to bring you to another orgasm, your hips jerking against his mouth as he eased you down from your high, taking long, slow strokes at your entrance with his tongue, the deliciously sinful sounds from his mouth putting you in a place of complete contentment.
He set your body back down on the bed, giving you a few moments to catch your breath while pressing soft kisses to your stomach, working his way up to your mouth. When your tongues met, you could taste the mix of the sweet whipped cream and your release on his tongue, creating a heady combination that had your mind spiraling in a shameless decadence of it all.
When your breathing began to even out, he began to hook your legs around his waist, pulling you to him with a slight tug and knocking the air out of your lungs again. You whined his name as you tried to raise your head to look at him, earning you a low chuckle from him. "Oh, min elskede," he cooed at you, thumbs lightly stroking the tops of your thighs. "Did you truly think I was even anywhere near finished with you for tonight?"
A/N: Aaaaa when I tell y'all that this is one of the stories that had me staring at the wall for a few minutes after thinking of some of the sequences that went down for it 😮💨😮💨 I can't believe that in a few short days, this project will officially be done for me 😳 I hope y'all have liked the filth so far because there's still 3 days left and we still have 2 Loki stories and 1 lusty vicar story to get through 🥵
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Love at First Bite (18+) | Adam (OLLA) x Fem!Reader
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A/N: You’ve been dating Adam for a while and this Valentine’s Day, you take a new step in your relationship. Written as part of the 14 Days of Valentines Collection curated by @muddyorbsblr ❤️ This is my first time writing for Adam. I hope you enjoy!
Genre/Warnings: Smut (18+), fluff too, angst (if you squint), established relationship, language, vampires, biting, mentions of blood, dom/sub dynamics, restraints
Word Count: 3.5k
“It is too dangerous, darling. The answer is still no.”
At his steadfast declination, you turned your lips downward into your most convincing pout, your doe eyes adding to the air of innocence and longing. The demure look on your face was surely a stark contrast to your lascivious body, perched as it was, straddling Adam's lap and clad in nothing save for a pair of black lace panties and one of his tee shirts. “I only want it because I’m so sure you’d never hurt me, Adam.”
Your immortal lover brought his cool fingertips up from where they had been resting on your hip to brush softly against the column of your throat, his eyes meeting yours and swimming with a heady cocktail of solemnity, regret, and... was that desire? “We’re not talking about a hickey, love. I’d pierce your skin, drink your blood. By definition it would hurt you.”
You gave an exasperated sigh. “You know what I mean, Adam. I just know that I’d be safe with you. I trust you with my life.” An almost feline smirk stretched across your crimson lips. “And I can’t stop thinking about how hot it would be. Please, Adam. I want this.”
As you finished your plea, you began to kiss and suck on his neck, working your way from the corner of his chiseled jaw down to the notch between his collarbones, pulling a gravelly moan from his lips in response to your attention. You were fully aware that you were testing his resolve, fraying the edge of it, thread by thread. Hopefully, one day soon, it would finally snap, because you knew that deep down he, too, found the idea of drinking from you incredibly erotic.
He has actually admitted as much to you in the past. The two of you have discussed it before, almost too many times to count over the fourteen months that you've been seeing each other. Understandably, prior to dating Adam, your knowledge of vampires was limited. You'd thought that if he were to ever sink his fangs into you, that there were two options: dying or becoming a vampire yourself. It surprised you to learn that he could bite you, feed from you, without killing you and without turning you. From that moment on, the thought of him doing just that took up occupancy in a dark corner of your mind and never left.
“Darling…” Adam’s husky growl pulled you back to the present moment. “…look at me.”
You reluctantly pulled your lips away from his collarbone and met his gaze with your own.
He seemed to hesitate for just the briefest second, as if he was contemplating a change of heart, before he continued, “I can’t bring myself to do it, to mar this perfect skin…” as he said it, he brushed the pads of his fingers against your throat once again, touching you so gently, as if you were as delicate as a butterfly’s wing. “...you’re my lover, my partner. I love you, I cherish you, I respect you. You’re not a food source.”
You pondered his words for a moment before responding, absentmindedly tracing swirling patterns along the alabaster planes of his bare chest with your lithe fingertips.
“Adam, do we not have sex?”
He looked stunned at your question and scoffed as though it was the most ridiculous question he’d ever been asked. “Of course we do.”
“And is sex not a primal, almost animalistic desire?”
“I suppose so, but —”
You cut him off before he could continue. “So if you have no problem using my body to sate one primal hunger, why are you so morally opposed to using it to sate another?”
Adam's mouth opened as if he wanted to say something in response before it drew shut once more as he considered your words. Seizing the opportunity, you continued, leaning forward to rasp seductively in his ear, "We both already love it when I submit to you in the bedroom. Think of this as a natural extension of that submission... a way for me to yield even more control and power to you, Sir." You felt him shudder as the final word rolled off your tongue.
When you pulled yourself back to look at him once more, you noticed that Adam seemed flustered by your words; he broke eye contact and looked around like he was searching the room for a reply that kept evading him. And if vampires could blush, you thought to yourself, his neck and cheeks would be turning scarlet.
"Adam..." you whispered as you took his face between both of your hands and gently turned his head to look at you. There was a sadness in his eyes when they met yours again. He looked sorry. Guilty, even. "...we don't have to keep discussing this for now. It's okay. I can tell it is upsetting you, and that's not what I want. That's not what I ever want." As you breathed out your loving reassurance, you kissed him softly, willing all of your adoration to cascade over him in a soothing wave of warmth and devotion.
When you finally broke the kiss, Adam spoke again at last, his voice careful and deliberate, as if what he was saying might scare you away.
"Y/N, my love, I would be lying if I told you that your suggestion doesn't sound... divine. My reluctance to grant your request does not stem from a lack of desire, I assure you. In fact, it is just the opposite. I fear that I desire it too strongly -- that I'd enjoy it too much. That I'd be unable to control myself... unable to bring myself to stop."
You held your breath, completely captivated by his words; this was a new revelation -- he was being more honest with you than he'd ever been. If you were being truthful, it did scare you a little. But it didn't make the idea of Adam drinking from you any less arousing.
His eyes swam with unshed tears as he continued.
"I am ashamed, darling. Ashamed of how much I want it." He blinked and one of those tears broke free, toppling over the edge of his cheekbone and leaving a glistening trail down the side of his face. "And I know you trust me with your life, Y/N, but the trouble is, I don't trust myself..."
There was a pregnant pause -- Adam took a deep breath and he slowly swallowed, as if he was pushing down his own fear. What happened next sent a shiver down your spine and a jolt of arousal to your heated core.
His pupils dilated and his sapphire eyes darkened with lust before he continued, "...at least not yet."
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More than six weeks had passed since that conversation with Adam; it was the last time the delicate subject of him biting you came up. Neither of you mentioned it again after Adam bared his soul to you the way he did and finally admitted the real reason he was so hesitant to grant your salacious wish.
Your thoughts drifted back to that night; after your conversation and Adam's confession, the two of you shared a night of passion that has been burned in your memory ever since. The ferocity, the possessiveness, the raw eroticism. The way he claimed you so roughly, so thoroughly, that you would never again doubt who you belonged to.
Something turned Adam completely feral that night -- the marks of ownership he left on your body lasted nearly a week and the echo of him chanting "Mine..." over and over again like a mantra rang in your ears long after the night ended.
A wave of hot, wet arousal pooled between your thighs at the vivid memory.
A ping from your phone delivered you from your reverie and brought your thoughts back to the present. It was a text from Adam.
Happy Valentine's Day, my love. I cannot wait to see you tonight. I have a surprise for you so don't be late. xx
The loving yet commanding tone of his text message, combined with the filthy images that had just been flashing through your mind, fanned the flames of your already sweltering desire. You hoped that whatever Adam had in store for you tonight would lead to the bedroom.
Glancing at the clock, you realized that you had just over an hour to get ready if you wanted to arrive on time. You'd better get to work.
After showering and ensuring you were properly groomed from head to toe, you slipped on Adam's favorite black mesh lingerie set. The sheer fabric left almost nothing to the imagination, and the strappy accents gave a subtle but sexy nod to the harnesses and cuffs he loved to use on you. You hoped he would use them tonight.
You chose a classic little black dress and leather jacket to wear over the lingerie. The look was complete with a touch of makeup, including blood red lips, and your black Doc Martens. With one last once-over in the mirror, you gave yourself a nod of approval and walked out the door.
When you pulled up to Adam's and approached the front door, you could hear him playing music inside, the vibrations from his amplifier rattling the old house. You pressed your palm lightly against the door, feeling as the wooden panels seemed to thrum with electricity under your touch. There was no need to ring the doorbell -- he'd barely be able to hear it, bathed as he was in his own symphony of sound. Plus, you knew he'd be able to pick up your scent and would come to greet you and welcome you inside.
Not even 30 seconds later, the music came to a stop and you could hear the faint creaking of the floorboards as Adam gracefully descended the staircase and strode towards the front door.
As he swung open the door, he stood before you, clad in faded black jeans and his favorite robe, tied sluttishly loose around his waist so that his bare chest was exposed to your roaming eyes. His own iridescent orbs peered out from behind curtains of jet-black hair and met yours with a simmering intensity that took your breath away. At your reaction, a self-satisfied smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth; no doubt he could hear your quickening heartbeat.
"Hello, darling. Right on time, I see. Good girl." He wrapped you in his arms, pulling you flush against his chest and nuzzling the top of your head. His praise turned you to a puddle for him and dammit, he knew it. Not that you were complaining.
"Hi Adam," you murmured softly, "Happy Valentine's Day."
"Happy Valentine's Day, indeed," he hummed, "Come inside, love, so we can begin celebrating."
You followed him inside, kicking off your shoes and hanging up your jacket in the foyer, and before you knew it, you found yourself in a familiar position -- straddling his lap as he sat on the couch, lips joined together in a passionate kiss. His cool digits danced up the length of your thighs, hiking up the skirt of your dress as they went. The chill of the air meeting your freshly exposed skin caused you to shiver, and Adam took advantage of your momentary distraction to break the kiss and move his attention to your neck, licking and sucking on your pulse point until you moaned for him.
"Adam..." you panted, "I thought you said you had a surprise for me?"
You could feel him smile against your neck, and he chuckled softly before he replied, "Don't worry, my love, you'll find out soon enough."
Your skirt was bunched around your waist at this point, and Adam brought one hand between your thighs and stroked a finger against your mesh-covered heat.
"Mmm... so wet for me already," he growled darkly, "And I see you wore my favorite. Such a good girl. My good girl."
When you let out a high-pitched whimper in response to his touch and his words, he recaptured your mouth with his, pushing his tongue past your teeth and stroking it languidly against your own. You followed his lead and returned the favor, pushing your tongue against his lips to ask for entry, which he easily granted.
As his teeth parted for you, however, you felt a strange movement within his mouth -- something new... something foreign. It felt like his teeth were...growing? In your confusion, you stilled your tongue against his teeth and realized that he was slowly, but surely, protracting his fangs.
He had never done this before. He'd never even let you see his fangs. Your heart pounded against your ribcage like a mallet on a drum and you pulled away so you could look him in the eyes. Instead of the familiar crystalline blue orbs, you were met with a warm reddish-gold. Equally as beautiful, but more menacing, more... hungry.
Did this mean...?
"Are you frightened, darling?" Adam eyed you warily, concern etched all over his devastatingly handsome face. Concern and...lust.
"Yes," you breathed out in a shaky response. "Yes... and no."
"Good..." he breathed in sharply through his nose and you swear you saw the color of his eyes intensify even more as he inhaled your scent. "I'd be worried if you weren't scared at all. A healthy dose of fear is completely normal in this situation and will likely even heighten the experience for you."
You gasped as his words sunk in. Was he finally ready?
“Adam,” you started. “Does this mean what I think it means?”
“I’m ready, Y/N. If this is something that you still want, I’m ready to give it to you.” He brought his hand up to stroke your face, thumb brushing gently across your cheekbone. “I want to drink from you. To taste you in a way I haven’t before.”
“Oh, please, Adam. Yes, I still want this,” you rasped. “I trust you completely.”
At your confirmation, he pressed his lips to yours once more, and stood from the couch, hands cupping your ass as he carried you towards the bedroom with purpose. You wrapped your legs around his waist and gave yourself into the kiss, your whole body humming with anticipation of what was about to happen.
Adam laid you down gently onto the bed and hovered over you, resting his weight on his sinewy forearms. He broke the kiss to give you a chance to catch your breath and when your eyes met his, you saw something else lurking beneath the reddish-gold blanket of hunger and lust. Reverence. He was in awe that you were willing to let him do this, to submit to him and give yourself to him in this way.
“Darling, before we go any further, I need you to know that I love you,” he proclaimed, his voice husky with desire. “I love you so much, and I promise to keep you safe.”
“I know, Adam, I love you too.”
“I’m going to time my bite so that it coincides with your release. That way, the surge of endorphins will help with the pain.”
“I’m not worried about the pain, Adam, I —“
He cut you off before you could finish. “I am. At least for this first time. There’s nothing I can do to stop it completely but if I can lessen the pain then I’m going to.”
There was no room for argument, so you simply nodded your understanding.
“There’s one other thing, my love…” Adam began, “…if it is alright with you, I think it might be better if I restrain you.”
“Restrain me?” A shudder ran through you, your natural sense of self-preservation kicking in. Despite your earlier hope that he would use cuffs and harnesses on you tonight, this didn’t feel like the time.
“I know what it sounds like, but it is actually to ensure your safety even more. I trust myself, but I do think that any sort of struggle might trigger my more… predatory instincts. I’m sure I can control them, but why test that theory? Again, at least for this first time.”
Your heart fluttered with excitement at the fact that not once, but twice now, he alluded to there being a next time.
“Okay then. Yeah, let’s take every precaution,” you breathed out with a heavy sigh. The weight of the situation was taking its toll on your energy level.
Adam worked quickly to remove your dress and all of his own clothing before he secured your wrists to the corners of the headboard with silken rope. You were quite literally spread out for him. Like a meal.
He began kissing you then, beginning with your lips and moving shortly to your neck, worshipping you like a goddess as he licked and sucked his way from your chin to your shoulder, pulling breathy moans from you as he went. Without interrupting his oral ministrations, he swiftly removed your panties with one hand. You lifted your hips and legs to help him pull them down and completely off your body.
That same hand of his came back up to cup your sex. He groaned as he dipped his fingers between your glistening folds, gathering up your slick wetness before moving his attention to your aching clit.
“Oh, Adam…” you whimpered desperately. “I want you. I need you. Please.”
“Shhh, sweet girl, I’ve got you.”
As he said the words, he lined himself up at your entrance and slowly thrust his rigid cock into your waiting pussy.
“Fuck —“ he gasped, “so fucking tight. I’ll never tire of claiming your perfect little cunt.”
You clenched around him, pulling a deep, guttural groan from his chest.
As he began rutting his hips, grinding against you and into you, you could tell that you were close. That familiar coil was tightening at the base of your abdomen and it wouldn’t take long at this rate for it to snap.
“Adam, I’m — ahh — I’m close!” You managed to piece together the words between pants.
“Are you ready?” He asked you soberly, one final check that he had your consent.
“Yes, Adam. Please drink from me.”
And that was all the confirmation he needed.
He reached between your bodies and moved his dexterous fingers against your clit once more, pulling you towards the precipice of pleasure and hurdling you over the edge.
At the same time that he felt you come, squeezing his cock like a vice, he brought his lips to the spot where your shoulder met your neck and bit down. Hard. Sinking his fangs into your supple flesh, savoring the blood that pooled on his tongue.
He found his release not long after, coating your walls in his seed.
Amidst the throes of your orgasm, you could feel the sharp pain when he bit you. The pain was worse than you thought it would be and for a moment you were frightened. Had you made a mistake?
But then, as quickly as it came, the pain faded away; it melted into ecstasy as he drank from you. You reveled in his moans of pleasure at the taste of you on his tongue.
After a few swallows, he pulled away from your neck and peered down at you; you watched as his fangs retracted and his eyes began to return to their usual shade of blue. A few drops of your blood still clung to his lips and you were somewhat surprised to realize that you found the sight to be one of the most erotic you’d ever seen.
Once he came back to himself, he scrambled to untie your wrists and wrapped your body, limp and spent as it was, in his arms.
“My sweet, darling girl…” he lovingly whispered. “You were so good for me. So brave. So selfless. And you taste even more divine than I had imagined. Thank you for trusting me. And thank you for being patient and waiting for me to be ready, even though you’ve wanted to try this for so long.”
“I love you, Adam,” were the only words you were able to form at the moment.
As you lay there, coming back down from your high and recovering your depleted energy, Adam tended to you. He massaged your wrists and shoulders to soothe any ache left behind from the restraints, and he lifted you and carried you into the en-suite bathroom where he lowered you into the tub that had already begun to fill with warm water.
The wound on your neck was not very deep. He cleaned it thoroughly and bandaged it up for you.
“Thank you Adam,” you finally managed to say.
He chuckled, “You’re welcome, darling. I thoroughly enjoyed myself, but I had no doubt that I would enjoy it. Did you like it as much as you thought you would?”
You basked for a moment in how sated you felt physically and how closely, intimately, connected to him you felt emotionally.
Then you looked up at him and with a cheeky smile you replied, “It was love at first bite.”
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Valentione's Halfrobe
I made two Valentione's Day glams this year :D This one uses some pieces from the Obsolete Android Casting set, and I think it looks cute while also looking a bit different from a Valentine's glam. I hadn't used the top since I was a catgirl, it's still cute on Kris c:
Body - Obsolete Android's Halfrobe in Rose Pink
Hands - Summer Sunset Wrist Torques in Rose Pink
Legs - Valentione Rose Tights in Snow White
Feet - Obsolete Android's Boots of Casting in Rose Pink
Earrings - Paramour's Earrings
These pictures were taken in the Goblet with MoonsShade's Snack Bokeh shader :)
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Midnight Muse (Part 19)
Azriel x Reader [Art School AU]
Summary: You and your best friend Feyre have just moved into a new apartment for your sophomore year of college at art school. What you didn't know when you signed the lease is that you'd be living next to three rowdy boys.
Warnings: SMUT
Word Count: 5,592
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Notes: The moment we've all been waiting for 😏 (took me like four days to write this)....Happy Valentine's Day 💙
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The kiss is searing.
It’s a desperate attempt to taste each other, devour each other as your lips part beneath Azriel’s without thought. Your teeth clack and the sound is loud in the silence of the gallery, almost startlingly so, but his tongue is brushing across yours in a tentative swipe before you’re meeting him halfway, kissing him even more urgently as the taste of him explodes on your tongue.
He tastes fresh and spicy. There’s a hint of the champagne he’s been drinking, and just like the fizziness of it, the feeling bubbles throughout your body pleasurably. You press yourself closer. His eyelashes are so long that you swear you can feel them fluttering against your skin. The feeling goes straight to your cunt.
Your heart pounds in your chest, and you lose yourself into him entirely.
A new beginning indeed.
“Wait,” Azriel pants between kisses. His words tell you that he wants to pause this kiss that is more dizzying than any of the champagne you’ve had tonight, but the way his hands caress your face, keeping you close, the way that he continues to press his mouth against yours again and again tells you that he doesn’t want this to end either. “Princess, wait.”
Ice slips through your veins as you rock back from him a little. Is he already regretting this? I mean, you did just throw yourself at him like some simpering girl, but his reassuring grip slides down your arms, holding you close. Tingles skitter in wake of his touch, but you can’t help the part of you that’s suddenly terrified of what he’s going to say.
Azriel must see it on your face too, the worry, because his brows furrow slightly like he doesn’t understand your quick reaction to pull away. He’s stepping into you, plastering himself against your front. You can feel his cock, hard with attention against your stomach. You relax slightly as the warmth from your cheeks drips down to collect at the apex of your thighs.
“You’re drunk,” Azriel breathes, and the pinch of his brows becomes more tortured when you slide your hands up his chest, wrapping them around his neck. Those golden eyes search yours frantically, but you don’t show him anything but the ache, the need for him you have and have been locking deep inside of your soul. “I need you to be sober when I fuck you for the first time, princess.”
“I’m fine,” you whine, clinging to him as tightly as he is to you. You roll your hips a little to emphasize what you want from him and Azriel makes a choked noise in response. “I’m not drunk enough to where I’d forget any of this, Azriel.”
And fuck, the way you say his name, no longer filled with hatred or annoyance. It’s a heady whine that makes his cock harder than stone. He thinks he might crumble under your touch like a delicate piece of his charcoal. He wants to be wrapped all around you, embedded into your skin like the chalky substance he favors. He wants to ink you with his touch, with his cum—
He shakes his head, erasing those thoughts from his mind. If he continues down that path he might just rip off your dress right now and—“Fuck,” he squeezes his eyes shut as hard as he can for a moment, leaning his forehead against yours. “I want to fuck you in a bed, not on some hard floor.”
It’s an excuse and you both know it. He could lie you down right now and fuck you so hard that your tailbone bruises from the stone floors, and you’d probably thank him.
“Just put a canvas down,” you suggest, “Let’s make some art.” He grunts like you’ve just shot him, bucking his hips against you. You can feel how big he is and you want to unleash his cock from his pants, run your fingers across the hardness of it, taste him on your tongue—
“Easy,” he warns playfully, but there’s a clear strain to his voice that tells you that he wants to keep going. Sadly, Azriel pulls your hands from his belt. You hadn’t noticed that your fingers had moved to his waist on their own volition.
“Fuck,” you curse, wincing. “Sorry.”
“Say fuck again,” he says, distracted. The honey of his eyes is dripping with lust, pupils blown wide as they drink you in. The flush to your cheeks, the way you’re biting your tongue and batting your eyelashes up at him like you’re going to make him beg for it. He might. Azriel brushes his thumb across your lip, watching the way your mouth forms the words again. “Filthy, princess,” he breathes against your mouth. “Everytime you called me prick or asshole or whatever creative curses you could come up with, you don’t know how much I wanted to come taste them off of your lips, fuck them right out of you.”
He wants to know if you’ll make the same noises that you did on the other side of that wall that day.
You can’t help but to rub yourself against him. Your sex is throbbing with need. You moan again and Azriel sucks harshly on your neck. “Shit,” you whine. His hands are everywhere, winding around your body to hold you even closer. “Need your cock, Az,” you pant, and he’s kissing you forcefully, the both of you stumbling back a few steps.
“You’ll get it, princess,” he mumbles, hands dragging hot lines down your spine to squeeze a handful of your ass. You’re about to beg him again, because your failed attempts at convincing him to fuck you right here on the floor are not working, but the lights cut out, sending the entire gallery into a pitch of darkness.
Azriel groans and you can’t help the laugh that escapes.
“What the hell?” You question through your giggling, turning as you throw a look over your shoulder as if making sure that the entire room has succumbed to the same darkness. You don’t miss the way Azriel’s grip tightens on you as you move, and the action weakens your knees.
“Thesan told me this would happen at midnight,” Azriel supplies, digging into the pocket of his trousers for his phone.
You feign a gasp, “My very own Cinderella moment! I’ve always wanted one!”
The smirk in Azriel’s tone is clear when he answers. “Except, unlike Cinderella, you’ll be getting dick tonight.”
You swat at him, but in the dark you miss. He chuckles, deep and throaty, as if the current of your swing ruffled the fabric of his shirt. You clench your thighs. Being on this side of Azriel’s good mood is spectacular, but there is no way he can keep torturing you like this.
“I think it really sets the mood; don’t you think?” You purr, fingers fumbling for the top button of his shirt.
“Oh, no you don’t,” he grouses, catching your hands and guiding you through the dark gallery instead. The flashlight on his phone leads the way. Azriel keeps your hand tucked tightly in his own as you wobble back into your heels with a soft hiss, your aching feet already protesting again. “When I fuck you, I need to see all of those pretty faces you’re going to make for me,” Azriel all but growls.
You stumble, blaming it on your shoes and Azriel steadies you.
He swipes up the glasses from the floor and you pick up the nearly empty champagne bottle, where you return them all to the kitchenette Thesan built in the back, dumping them into the sink.
When you scold Azriel for not washing the glasses, he arches a brow, illuminated by the glaring light coming from his phone. “Oh, now you want to stay longer and help clean up?” He questions and you roll your eyes in response. “Is this my punishment for wanting to take you home and fuck you in a nice, comfy bed? C’mon, princess, you know just how soft it is, don’t you?”
You shiver at his words. That, for once, you’re both completely on the same page about something.
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The ride back to the apartment building is both the longest ride you’ve ever endured, and the most tension-filled.
Azriel had called a cab to take the both of you home, and spent the time waiting by pressing you up against the back door of the building and kissing the life out of you.
It’s difficult to focus on anything other than his hand in yours, the soft and rigid texture of his hand. The way that his thumb smoothes gentle circles across your own hand where they lie intertwined in your lap. The warmth of his skin is both settling and forming a rock in your stomach as you think about what he’s endured to grace these scars upon his skin. That his step-brothers had been so cruel to take a flame to the artist's hands.
You try to swallow past the lump in your throat, breathing shallowly so you don’t make yourself sick with the thoughts searing through your mind.
The driver doesn’t try to make conversation and you’re thankful for that, but the silence is consuming, aiding in your negative thoughts.
As if sensing the turn of your thoughts, Azriel squeezes your hand, and gives you a gentle smile. It’s a crooked one, one corner of his mouth tilted higher than the other, but it’s easily the most beautiful smile you’ve seen. It makes him look younger, less like he’s carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. It makes you wish you had your sketchpad with you. Him looking at you like this makes you feel like there’s a garden growing in your stomach, a field of blooming flowers.
You frown when Azriel’s fingers untangle from yours but then he’s sliding that large palm scoots slowly up your thigh. You glare, glancing into the front of the car at the driver, who is paying no attention to whatever is going on in his backseat, which is perfect because Azriel’s hand is creeping higher, almost cupping your—
You splutter a little and the driver glances at you in the mirror.
“You okay?” Azriel asks, but you can hear the mirth in his voice, see the heat in his eyes, flashing in the streetlights.
You’re not all that sure that you like this new Azriel.
“Peachy,” you offer, using both of your hands to clamp down on his wrist to keep him from coming any closer to your already weeping cunt. The thin fabric of your dress does little to separate the warmth of his hand from your skin. “Just peachy.”
Azriel finds challenge in your response, and you’re no match for his strength as he softly brushes his fingers across the fabric covering your intimates. You exhale harshly and can feel the car moving faster as the driver presses harder on the gas.
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You skip going into your apartment, trailing after Azriel with your hand tucked into his.
Your heart is beating wildly, like it’s trying to escape your chest. The closer you get to his door the more confident in your decision you are. You want him, want his hands all over your body, his eyes and hands on your skin and his cock plunged deeply into your cunt.
The elevator had been the only option to get upstairs because of your tired feet, but Azriel had thoroughly distracted your nervousness of getting back in the blasted metal trap by pinning you up against the door and slotting his lips over yours.
The both of you stumbled out onto your floor in a fit of laughter, helped along by the slight warmth that lingers from the champagne. Now, you’re mostly just drunk off of Azriel, his hands, the strain in his pants that’s calling your name, that gleam in his eye that you haven’t quite caught before…
“I’m going to get you some water,” he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your mouth. You had both creeped quietly into the dark apartment, holding your breath and listening for any movement. For college students, the weekend night is still young, and his roommates must be out because not a grunt of a wank or a moan from Feyre sounds. You follow Azriel’s mouth because you can’t get enough of the taste of him. His hands settle on your hips, eyes gleaming with amusement. “And after you drink it, if you still want to—”
“Yes, Azriel,” you cut him off, earnest. “My answer isn’t going to change.”
He studies you, golden eyes hungry with desire, before he nods, slipping from the room, the shadows of the dark living room swallowing him whole.
You bite back the smile threatening to tear your face into two at the sight of his tight ass in his black trousers. You can’t wait to rip them off and see what’s under them.
Exhaling, you spin on your heel, kicking out of your shoes. Your feet sigh with relief as they fall flat against the hardwood floors, and you wiggle your toes, admiring his room. It feels different, somehow, than when it did when you woke up here hungover as fuck.
The light from the lamp beside the bed is soft, the pile of books stacked in pristine order as opposed to the ready-to-tip-over pile you remember. It’s clean, no piles of clothes on the floor like in Cassian’s room, no pair of panties thrown over the desk chair.
Azriel’s desk is the only thing you could consider messy, but even then, it’s cleaner that what your art stations look like when you’re working on a project. There’s a jar filled with chunks of charcoal, a cloth drenched black hanging over its side. There are loose sheets of paper and thick graphite pencils for sketching, and a luster of sketchbooks stacked in a neat pile, the one on top open.
You lean closer, squinting against the shadows to get a better look, and your breath hitches in your throat.
Drawing upon drawing, and they’re all of you. He’s made you look so beautiful that you didn’t even know you looked like this. Even the ones that he’s clearly drawn in a rush, before the memory faded, are impeccable.
It’s you in the elevator, head buried in your sketchbook, hat pulled low over your eyes. It’s you when Feyre and Rhysand forced everyone to have lunch together, tossing the grape at Cassian. It’s you, swallowing up at him the first day that you met. You sitting on the back of his motorcycle, rain plastered to your head, you—
You can’t help but to turn the page, all but collapsing into the desk chair. Some of the pages are filled with larger drawings, spreading across the spine of the book. When you’d eaten dinner with him, the shock on your face when you learned that he could cook. The following pages are a double-spread from when you were staring down at him when he was changing the oil on his motorcycle.
A hysterical laugh bubbles in your throat. You hadn’t realized that Azriel had been paying as much attention to you as you were with him. The drawings of yours that you dropped all over the floor of his hands are a tribute to that.
“What are you doing?” Azriel’s voice startles you. You stand from the chair and face him, but you don’t move any closer than that. He’s standing in the doorway, a glass of water in his hand. He doesn’t move closer, and when his eyes flick from the sketchbook to you , your chest hurts at the guarded look he wears.
“That sketchbook is filled with drawings of me,” you point at the sketchbook in question, even though he was just looking at it. In some speck of the world it might seem creepy, this sketchbook filled with drawings of you, but to you, it’s no different than children scribbling names of their cushes across notebooks. It’s no different than all of the drawings you have of him.
You watch Azriel’s throat work as he swallows. Like he’s considering not answering you at all.
After a few, long seconds in silence, he breathes out a quiet, “Yes.”
“Why?” you ask, twisting your fingers together.
Azriel tracks the movement. Because you consume every waking moment of my life sounds too desperate. Because you chase my demons away sounds even crazier.
“Because I really like you.” It’s his first time admitting it, your first time hearing it from him. All of the times Feyre has tried to ask you about Azriel had been deny, deny, deny, because of this very moment right now. You hadn’t wanted to think about him like that, even when your mind was desperate to. You didn’t want to actually like Azriel, not after what he had done, but you find yourself admitting that you like him a hell of a lot more than you ever thought you could.
Bunching up the bottom of your dress, you curl your fingers around it as you take a step closer. He’s frozen in the doorway, watching you slowly drag the fabric up your body and over your head. You’d forgone a bra, and your nipples tighten in the chill of the room, underneath that piercing gaze of his.
In the few steps it takes you to cross the room to him, your dress is on the floor and he can’t stop looking at your body, drinking you in like an artist does his muse.
“I really like you too, Azriel,” you respond softly. This is the most intimate thing you’ve ever done, bare yourself to him while he’s still fully clothed, being as vulnerable as he’d been with you back at the gallery. The ball is in his court, and the bulge in his pants has you hopeful.
Azriel curses. “Fuck, princess. You’re making my hands shake.”
Your solution is simple, taking the glass from him and reaching over to set it on the dresser. You can feel the way his eyes rove your body as you move, hot like a knife.
Turning back to him, you slowly, gently take his hands in yours. They’re trembling a little, and it makes you ache.
He’s frozen to the spot as he watches you lift one of his palms to your lips, kissing it sweetly. It’s followed by the other, and then you’re dragging his hands down your skin and over your breasts, squeezing his hands around them, nipples tight with the pleasure of his skin against them.
Azriel’s breath hitches and your head nearly rolls back on your neck when his fingers twitch, fighting the urge to squeeze harder. You peer up at him. He’s so godsdamned warm, eyes dark and drinking you in like a delight. You want to feel his hands everywhere. Right this second.
“They’re not shaking right now, Azriel.”
As quick as lightning, Azriel strikes, lunging forward and scooping you off of your feet, kicking the door shut behind him.
You arch into his touch, the tightness of your sensitive nipples grazing across the soft fabric of his shirt. You moan into his mouth at the feeling and he swallows that sound desperately.
His room is small, and in two great strides he’s placing you on his bed and crawling up after you like a wolf getting its first taste of a kill.
You scoot backwards until you can’t anymore, and Azriel follows you like a worshiper to his God, like a starving artist to their muse.
His hands trail your calves to your thighs where he parts them, your clothed cunt on full display. The fabric is wet and you shiver at the cold of his room as it fights against your hot core, shivering harder when Azriel’s hot gaze drags down your body like a brush dipped in paint.
Like this, kneeling between your legs, he’s the one that looks Godlike. Strands of his black hair fall across his glowing eyes, and his tongue pokes out to wet his lips.
“My Gods, princess. Where do I even start with you?” he asks, his voice filled with awe.
You know that his question is rhetoric, but you can’t help the whine on an answer that slips from your lips.
“Anywhere you want.”
As if he can’t stand it a moment longer, Azriel’s hips find yours. His cock is heavy with need where it’s straining against the fabric of his trousers, and you keen as he grinds into you, fingers finding the buttons of his shirt as he watches you with hungry eyes.
Splayed out like this, on his bed, you look impeccable. A feast and he is a starving man. Biting your lip as he rubs himself against your cunt. The part to your lips, glistening in the lamplight. He drinks you in, memorizing each and every single ounce of you before your fingers find the sliver of exposed skin that grows with each button he takes off.
He’s smooth, warm, and the ridges of his muscles feel like a puzzle beneath your fingers. You know exactly where he fits, right up against your body.
Azriel’s shirt falls to the side and as if he knows the intended path of your thoughts, he’s leaning over you, caging you between his elbows as he stares deeply into your eyes. You can’t help but watch in response, suddenly so sure that you’ve spent too long arguing with him. All this time, you could’ve been doing this.
It looks like Azriel is realizing the same, as he dips down to kiss you sweetly.
“I’m sorry,” he murmurs against your mouth again, following the words with another whisper of a kiss.
“I’ve already forgiven you,” you say, delirious from the feeling of his tongue against your neck. Azriel sucks lightly and your breath hitches, thighs quivering to wrap around his taut waist. “But if you get inside of me right now, I’ll forgive you again.”
Azriel lifts his head. With the way that his dark hair falls into his gold eyes, paired with the slight smirk on his face, it sends your heart into a rapid flutter. He’s utterly breathtaking, and something blooms deeply inside of you.
The things you’ve learned about him, from him, this man who hasn’t let his hardships keep him from doing what he loves.
“Don’t think you’re getting off that easy, princess,” Azriel says, and you almost whine when he pulls away from you, but he’s kissing his way down your body, sucking a pert nipple into his mouth and rolling his tongue around it while his other hand massages your free breast. Your fingers find his shoulders and you dig your nails in, hissing as he rolls your nipple between his teeth. Gods, you need his cock, right now. “I have to taste your sweet little pussy first.”
“Please,” you beg as his hands trail down your sides, snapping the waistband of your panties against your hips in a tease.
“Might have to keep you here all night. So I can study your body with my tongue,” he says, leaning down to lick a stripe up the inside of your thigh. “My hands,” Azriel continues, and the words are accentuated with a brush of his knuckle down the center of your core. The thin fabric of your panties does nothing to ease the feeling of his touch. You keen deeply, and somewhere in the haze of the storm that is Azriel that accompanies his every touch, you don’t realize he’s slipped from his pants and boxers, his thick, full length on display. “And my cock,” he finishes, rubbing himself against your soaked panties.
“Az,” you mewl desperately, but you don’t have to wait any longer because he’s already peeling your panties down your legs and settling himself there, admiring the way your pretty cunt flutters and glistens with need.
Your fingers are already fisting the sheets and it’s an effort to peer down at him, watching in anticipation as he finally, finally, lowers his head to your weeping cunt.
Fucking Gods, is Azriel wicked with his tongue, sweeping a deep stroke through your slit. He groans and the sound of it reverberates against your clit and it’s all too much already. You figure he was going to be good with his hands, being an artist, but this…the gentle to harsh touches of his tongue against your clit is otherworldly.
You gasp as he fucks into you, keeping you from scooting up the bed where your feet are planted in the sheets with his hands on your hips, holding you to his face. He’s a man undone, delirious on your taste alone. He can’t wait until his cock gets to feel this.
Azriel works his tongue, fucking into you with such hunger. He sucks greedily at your clit and you arch off of the bed. One of his palms slides across your hips, pressing you back down. He doesn’t care that you’re squeezing his head with your thighs, only cares about the sounds that he’s ripping from your mouth.
They sound even better on this side of the wall.
A finger replaces his tongue and you’re full on squirming now, fingers buried deeply into his hair as you guide his head, the flick of his tongue too good that any words besides “yes,” eddy from your mind. Azriel’s knuckle brushes the bundle of nerves inside of you and you’re seeing white, cunt clenching around his finger, grinding your pussy into the feverish flicking of his tongue as you ride out the best orgasm of your life.
You cunt aches, and Azriel’s still going, so you use your grip on his hair to jostle him a little, whimpering to get his attention.
It takes a lot more strength for Azriel to part from your cunt than he thought. Your sweetness is still on his tongue, coating his mouth when he looks up at you, dazed, as if he’s the one that’s just come from a taste of you. But no, he’s still painfully hard, trying not to rut his hips into the bed while you squirmed for him.
He wants you to do all that squirming on his cock instead.
“You alright up there, princess?” Azriel teases, crawling his way up your body once more. Following the guidance of the hand in his hair, he slants his mouth over yours, sharing the taste of you in a lazy kiss.
You hum languidly, eyes shut in bliss from the orgasm. You peek your eyes open to peer up at Azriel, who’s admiring you with a soft curve to his mouth. He looks so handsome when he smiles that it has you wrapping your legs around his hips, the both of you groaning as his cock slides through your slick folds, teasing.
“Condom,” you gasp, canting your hips to slide your wet and fully interested cunt across his length. He’s so big, and you’d be going down on him if it weren’t for the way that you desperately need to feel him inside of you, right this fucking instant.
Azriel reaches over you, pulling open the drawer of the small table next to you. He roots around for a moment and then he’s pressing back on his haunches, tearing open the condom wrapper and pulling it out.
“Let me,” you offer, and his eyes turn a shade darker when he passes it over.
Your mouth waters at the feeling of his cock in your hand, hot and heavy, silky like heaven. You can feel your slick around the length from where he’d nearly driven you to insanity with that teasing grind against your cunt, and in retaliation, you give his cock a tug, reveling in the low growl that comes from the back of his throat.
“Princess,” he threatens, and your thighs jolt, trying to shut around your screaming clit at the sound.
You don’t wait for Azriel to take charge. As soon as you roll the condom on you’re brushing the head of his cock against your cunt again, slicking him and lining him up with your entrance, looking up at him with those big, innocent eyes.
“Fuck me, Az. I can’t wait another minute.”
His lips meet yours in a bruising kiss and he slowly presses his cock into you.
“Fucking fuck, princess. You’re so tight for me.” His words are shaky against your mouth, as if he’s struggling to hold himself back from pressing into you all the way, from cumming with a singular touch.
You mewl his name on the breath that’s forced from your lungs with each inch he plunges into you. Gods, he looked big, felt bigger in your hand, and as he works his cock into your heat, you’re not too sure he’s going to fit all the way.
But the words he’s whispering into your ear, onto your skin have you melting. The finger he slips between your bodies to play with your clit is distracting enough to where you’re focused on the pleasure he’s pulling from you.
And then his cock hits that spot, nestles up against it when your hips meet, and you cry out in joy. “Right there, Azriel. You feel so good.” Your fingers dig into the long lines of muscle down his back, trying to hold him closer, as if you aren’t already touching in every way possible.
“Do you know how many times I’ve thought about this moment?” he asks you, accentuating his words with a slow roll of his hips that makes you both groan, your nails biting into his skin like the needle from his tattoo gun. It drags a shiver up his spine as a fleeting thought zips through his mind, one of you, naked and sitting on his cock, giving him another tattoo. He’ll teach you how to hold the tattoo gun and let you have free rein with it, because anything that you can give him, he wants. Azriel squeezes his eyes shut, trying not to burst at the visual. If anything, he can’t wait to coat your virgin skin in his ink. There is so much canvas for him to work with, all smooth and perfect, waiting for some artwork. “When you were touching yourself on that side of the wall,” he pants, pulling out and fucking back into you slowly. The drag of your walls so tight around his cock is perfect. He won’t last long.
You gasp as he bottoms out again, throwing your head back into the pillows. “You heard that?”
His hum is strained, and he can’t help but to kiss you. “You’ll have to show me how you touched yourself some day, princess.”
You moan loudly at the thought of that, gripping him tighter. Azriel sitting in his chair, charcoal poised above his sketchpad as he watches you with dark eyes, while you touch yourself to the thought of him. Just how he’s touching you now, tight, little circles around your clit.
“I heard you with that guy,” Azriel continues, and his thrusts become harsher, deeper. “With that fucker from the coffee house. I bet you faked it with him, all that laughing and sighing. I’m going to find out if those noises were real or not.” You shiver at his words, but Azriel couldn’t be further from wrong.
“We didn’t fuck,” you pant, bucking your hips up to meet his. Azriel makes a choked sound, canting his hips to hear you keen wildly at the change of angle. And then, because you know it will make him come undone, you say, “All of this is just for you, Az.”
Azriel nearly cums at those words alone. The coiling in his bones is so hot that he readjusts for better leverage, and fucks into you with abandon. Gods, he loves the way that you’re clinging to him, the way your cunt squeezes his cock tightly, like you never want to let him go.
He’s been a fucking fool all of this time. A Godsdamn fucking fool. He could’ve had you like this, milking his cock dry, making these sounds that threaten to tear the walls down. He could’ve had his hands all over you, because you seem to like the way that he’s touching you, even with how fucked up they are.
“I’m going to memorize everything about this perfect body of yours, princess,” Azriel groans, thrusting deeply. He can tell you’re on the verge of your own orgasm, with the way your cunt squeezes him, the way those gorgeous eyes roll into the back of your head and your mouth parts, letting out those filthy noises he revels in. “We’ve got all night. Let me see you cum again, princess. Cum all over my cock. Oh, fuck, princess. That’s it.”
Your orgasm rocks through you like a tidal wave, stealing your breath away. You hold onto Azriel like he’s your lifeline, trembling in the aftershocks. The white-hot pleasure coursing through your veins is incredible, and you wrench your eyes open at the sound of Azriel’s shaky warning.
Azriel follows you into serendipity. He wishes he were painting your body in white strokes. It’s always been far from his favorite color, but he thinks it could quickly become his favorite if he could see his cum splattered across your skin.
For the first time, you don’t care that it’s loud on this side of the wall.
Because you’re on it.
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Hello, I hope you are doing well! Can I ask you for a drabble about the wedding day of an emotional MC who burst into tears because she thought that this day would never come and REDACTED, but without the “lavish ceremony” (lots of guests, wedding suits, huge celebration, etc.)
(please forgive me, I hope I was able to express myself clearly, thank you very much and have a nice day!) ฅ'ω'ฅ
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By law I must post wedding fic on Valentine's Day!!!
14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI
~Wedding Day~
You nervously toyed with the ring in your palm, heart racing so hard it hurt. It was still difficult to believe what was happening. This was happening.
It was the same golden ring your partner had worn since you first met him. There wasn't a moment you ever saw them without it as he changed from a shy, stuttering mess in a cardigan to the clingy, dark-haired brat of a man you fell in love with more and more each day. Although the amount of rings they wore had grown.
That fateful day on the playground was something you couldn't even remember, and from what your companion told, you didn't want to. The second try was a far better memory for the both of you anyway. You were the one who proposed that time, catching them by complete surprise with the confidence you never usually had to ask anything of him. But you managed to do it.
And now you were the one who would put a ring on their finger.
“We haven't even started the vows,” [REDACTED] quietly said, pulling you from your thoughts. “Y'can’t be cryin’ just yet, Angel.”
“Am I crying?” The words came out hoarse from your already tightening throat. You hadn't realized. Sure enough, hot tears were streaming down your face as he gently wiped at them with his thumb.
You tried to calm down, gazing up at him to distract yourself. Their voice had the same familiarly teasing tone it always did, but you could tell from the soft quiver to his lower lip that he was holding back his own tears.
“Yeah, it’s—” He let out a sound somewhere between a laugh and a sob, then hurriedly pushed his dark hair out of his reddening eyes. You wanted to tease him back about it, but you knew if you tried to speak again the tears would come flooding even worse. Another few moments passed as you both tried to collect yourselves.
Surprisingly, it took him a little longer. The tears on your cheeks had long fell and dried while he stood in front of you, eyes shrouded behind their bangs.
But after one more unsteady breath, he seemed to find his way again and look at you. “Are you ready?” they asked, a shakiness to their hands as he reached for the dangling chain around your neck—the necklace he’d given to you months ago once he’d found the courage to say yes to your proposal.
With your anxious nod of approval, he continued. Cool fingertips brushed at your collarbone, finding the silver clasp at the back of your neck and releasing it with a faint clicking of metal. The necklace fell loosely in his hands as he pulled it away. The golden ring easily slid from the chain and he rolled it in his fingers for a long moment, staring at it silently.
They were noticeably calmer this time, with a trembling smile that reached their eyes as he took your left hand and repeated himself.
“Ready?”
#14 days with you#14dwy redacted#momo reqs#mushy mushy mushy#for da softies#no description of ur surroundings so u can get married wherever u want!!!#at the beach? sitting at home in bed? in a court house? a mystery#proofreading is hard i'm so picky#30 extra minutes from the time i pasted it in the draft silly me
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Masterlist: a collection of Spawn and Ascended Astarion fics, drabbles, and AU’s
🦇 The First Day— climbing on ceilings failure (comedy and smut)
🦇 The Second Day- Batstarion’s first appearance (just comedy)
🦇 The Third Day— Smut + Batstarion (just smut and chin scritches)
🦇 The Fourth Day- Batstarion and self-worshiping Mirror Sex
🦇 The Fifth Day- Bastsarion and Bat!Tav fluff
🦇 The Sixth Day- 🍑 smut one
series link on AO3
Series of scenes from Acts 1 and 2 of Spawn Rogue Astarion x Female Reader.
✨Part 1: “Go back to sleep, darling…” [the SFW flirty bite one]
✨Part 2: “You’ll have to keep quieter than that…” [the NSFW sexy fingering one]
✨Part 3: “Daggers are a love language, my dear…” [the NSFW sexy daggers one]
✨Part 4: “Let me have that sweet ambrosia, my love…” [the NSFW vampire feeding frenzy, period sex one]
✨Part 5: “All vim and vigor, dearest…” [the NSFW healing trope one]
✨Part 6: “Maybe we should fight more often…” [Lovers Spat and Make Up Sex one]
✨Part 7: “You had better tie me up, darling…” [fuck or die Sex Pollen one]
✨Part 8: “Anything to reassure you, my sweetest…” [jealous tav needs nsfw convincing]
✨Part 9: “Dexterity check first, my sweet” [my homage to his hands, and an excuse to use Sharess’ Caress]
✨Part 10: “To things that warm us!” [drunken toasts and public cockwarming]
✨ Part 11: “Use Your Words” [prompt full au: lovers run]
✨ Part 12: “Decadent” [Valentines Day sex chocolates, semi-public sex]
✨Part 13: “You’ll end up bitten” [the werewolf smut, knotting one]
✨ Part 14: “Don’t hold your breath” [underwater oral hot spring surprise]
✨ Part 15: “Knowledge is a dangerous weapon” [bookworm Tav, Spawn powers, breeding (no babies) kink]
Yuletide in Faerûn Part 1: A Yuletide Miracle (Spawn)
link to fic on AO3
Scenes of Ascended Astarion x Female Reader, realizing that all the power in the world can’t instantly heal all his trauma. It takes love, sex, and making him remember the Vampire Rogue he once was. All chapters are NSFW.
🩸Chapter 1: Welcome Me
🩸Chapter 2: Cleanse Me
🩸Chapter 3: Surprise Me
🩸Chapter 4: Hold Me
🩸Chapter 5: Master Me
🩸 Chapter 6: Warm Me
🩸Chapter 7: Persuade Me
🩸Chapter 8: Scald Me
🩸 Chapter 9: Rescue Me
🩸Chapter 10: Unmask Me
🩸Chapter 11: Seek Me
Yultide in Faerûn Part 2: Wrap Me Up (Ascended) 🎀
link to fic on AO3
🗡️Enemies to Lovers | Astarion x Named Tav
💞🗡️He can’t remember anything, but she does. The betrothed she believed dead, the source of all her centuries of grief and heartache now in the middle of her path after the Nautiloid crash, but something is different about him. Dark. Changed. Something hidden.
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3
Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6
Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9
Chapter 10| Chapter 11| Chapter 12
Chapter 13| Chapter 14| Chapter 15
Chapter 16| Chapter 17| Chapter 18
Chapter 19| Chapter 20| Chapter 21
Ascended Astarion x Shadowheart BDSM Dark!Fic with feelings
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3
Chapter 4 |
Link on Ao3
Lumina is different, newly turned, and she has turned the head of the Master, the Vampire Ascendant. For the first time in 200 years, his beating heart might just feel something again.
CW: Dark fic with a hint of softer AA, Harem of Spawn, No Tav, very NSFW…
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3
🔥 “To Make You Swell with Child:” breeding kink with Ascended Astarion
🔥 “More than Just a Little Death:” angst with minimal happy ending, Ascended Dark Lord Astarion x Enemy Tav
🔥 “Virgin Blood:” losing your virginity to Astarion, retelling Act 1 Romance
🔥 “Beg me…” BDSM, NSFW punishment with Ascended Astarion 🥵
🔥 “Your Reward:” Prompt fill— NSFW Dark!Fic, DubCon, angst, and degradation with Ascended Astarion, premise of if Tav left him💧 Also on
🔥 “His”- gift fic, Durge x A!Astarion
🔥“Just a drop:” Astarion’s angst as he watches Tav turn
🔥“Filthy:” prompt fill— Astarion makes sure you’re completely cleaned after battle
🔥“I can be quick:” prompt fill— Astarion x Curvy female reader, body worship, NSFW
🔥Mistrial: Modern Faerûn AU: Justice Ancunín find Tav again after centuries, right in his own courtroom Chapter 1 ⚖️ Chapter 2 ⚖️ ao3 link
Fanart by @marimosalad, @mouldering-casket and @snowfolly
#astarion fanfic#astarion fic#astarion smut#astarion baldurs gate#baldurs gate astarion#astarion x female reader#astarion x you#astarion x reader#reader x astarion#astarion x tav#astarion x female tav#astarion angst#baldur’s gate astarion#baldur's gate 3 astarion#bg3 astarion#astarion bg3#astarion#astarion ancunin#baldurs gate smut#baldurs gate fanfiction#baldursgate3#baldur’s gate iii#baldur’s gate 3#baldur's gate#baldur's gate 3
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🌹 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄’𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐕𝐎𝐋. 𝟏: 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐘 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 🌹
𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑡𝑢𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛…….🎧
🌹 14 DAYS OF SENSUAL, SPICY FICS DEDICATED TO YOUR FAVORITE CHARACTERS……fandoms included: attack on titan, demon slayer, one piece, tokyo revengers, jujutsu kaisen
a collection of love songs from the 90’s and 00’s come to life!
🌹 before you press play…. ┊ ⇄ ◁◁ II ▷▷ ↻ ┊
• no minors allowed. My content is intended for adults only + all works will feature mature and sexual themes.
• this is a set list, I won’t be accepting any requests for this event but let me know if you’d like to be tagged.
• best read in dark mode and there will be a Spotify playlist attached if you’d like to listen while reading. Once the event ends, all fics can be found in the masterlist!
• although this is a valentines themed series, many of the stories will be posted afterwards and throughout the month!
┊ ⇄ ◁◁ II ▷▷ ↻ ┊
TRACK 01: ride • somo x jean kirschtein
TRACK 02: kissing on my tattoos • august alsina x eren jaeger
TRACK 03: perfect strangers • august alsina x chrollo lucifer
TRACK 04: skin • rihanna x portgas d. ace
TRACK 05: burnin’ it down • jason aldean x reiner braun
TRACK 06: pu$$y fairy • jhene aiko x ken ‘draken’ ryuji
TRACK 07: f*ckin wit’ me • tank x levi ackerman
TRACK 08: cum get it • tink x onyakopon
TRACK 09: jam • kevin gates x connie springer
TRACK 10: talk dirty • daniel di angelo x armin artlert
TRACK 11: my body • LSG x nanami kento
TRACK 12: feel it • jacquees x ryomen sukuna
TRACK 13: morning • teyana taylor + kehlani x mikasa ackerman
TRACK 14: hrs and hrs • muni long x kyojuro rengoku
#valentines event#valentines day#writing event#we’ll count this as my 14K special also#cherry chats 🍒#aot x black reader#jjk x black reader#demon slayer x black reader#one piece x black reader#tokyo rev x black reader#black fem reader#aot au#jjk au#one piece au#demon slayer au#ignore the cheesy artwork#I found it on Pinterest and it was the first picture I could find in my camera roll to blend
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month of love 2024 | MASTERLIST
most of these will be 18+ stories that include sexual or dark themes, individual warnings will be added for each one
˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ 3 FEBRUARY
dream boy [smut, 2.9k]
description — bathrooms can be interesting sometimes.
˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ 5 FEBRUARY
my you [smut, 1.9k]
description — part v of gimme half. the first valentine’s day with dean winchester and he is just absolutely adorable… for like the first half of this fic, the other half is filthy.
˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ 9 FEBRUARY
hero of the half-truth [smut, 3.7k]
description — you can’t decide whether it’s a punishment or not when you go to see soldier boy knowing that he’s trying to keep you safe from everything in his life
˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ 12 FEBRUARY
hand of blood [fluff, 1.0k]
description — after being forced to be something you didn’t know you were, Dean comforts you as you start learning to live with your new abilities.
˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ 14 FEBRUARY
keep the lights on [smut, 2.9k]
description — I think we should all understand and accept the fact that dean loves women of all shapes, colours, and sizes. because he is a king. my beloved.
˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ 21 FEBRUARY
demonology and heartache [smut, 4.9k]
description — dean is a devout catholic and has never known a life outside the church, all his resolve is broken by the temptation of a hellish seductress.
˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ 24 FEBRUARY
same book but never the same page [fluff, 5.6k]
description — part III of the love letter collection. still dreamwalking. chasing after someone who can destroy worlds. and dean is jealous of his variants. what could go wrong?
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#month of love 2024#month of love 2024 masterlist#dean winchester fanfiction#dean winchester smut#dean winchester x reader#dean winchester x you#dean winchester x female!reader#soldier boy smut#soldier boy x reader#soldier boy x you#soldier boy x female reader#soldier boy x y/n#jensen ackles smut#jensen ackles x you#jensen ackles x reader#jensen ackles fanfiction#jensen ackles x female!reader#jensen ackles x y/n
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eyes on me, darling
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Summary: You knew that sending Loki raunchy pictures as you tried on lingerie was going to have consequences. You just didn't think that they would be coming your way so quickly.
Pairing: Loki x Reader
Word Count: 2k
Warnings: 18+ | smut (minors & pearl clutchers, do not even think of trying me, i am not the one); mirror play; fingering; hand necklace; semi-public smutting(?); sexting; 1 cuss word [let me know if i missed anything!]
Things to be aware of: established relationship
You'd be playing with fire if you did this. You knew that in your bones. And yet somehow you found yourself in the mood to push Loki's limits, fully knowing that he was in a mission debriefing being run by the master of "this entire thing could have been an email" Captain Steve Rogers and bored out of his godly mind.
Meanwhile you were out with Natasha and Wanda in Sugar Cookies Lingerie, the final stop to your impromptu shopping trip to prepare your attire for yet another one of Stark's extravagant charity galas. Of course, this particular stop was more for yourselves than for the benefit of anyone attending the event. A touch of fun to counteract the humdrum of the exercise itself.
Now here you were, donning a black babydoll made with a sheer mesh material and lace cups split down the front, kneeling on the large ottoman in the fitting area in front of a mirror, snapping a picture to send to your boyfriend. You sat back on your heels, thighs slightly parted, hand playing with the split mesh panels of the garment while all your hair was swept to one side. You kept your face hidden and when you were satisfied with what you saw on your screen you snapped the picture.
Considering wearing this to the gala. Thoughts?
While you waited for a reply from the god, you changed into another babydoll garment of the same materials. This time with no split down the front, a satin bow at the bottom of your cleavage, and set in his signature green. Just as you were adjusting the cups to support your breasts a bit more securely, your phone buzzed with a new message.
You should know better than to play with my composure, my love. You might not like the consequences.
"And so it seems I've awoken the beast," you murmured to yourself, quickly making a note to buy the black. A new message came in just as you made your way to the mirror again to send him a photo of the green attire, your breath catching in your throat in an odious sound as your screen loaded up a picture of his arrantly large hand grasping an obvious erection through the fabric of his trousers.
Now the act of sending salacious messages in itself wasn't a novel experience for you two; what was new, however, was that when you zoomed in on the photo to look at the floor, you recognized the carpeting of the main conference room.
He took it during the fucking debriefing, that horn dog, you thought to yourself as your jaw dropped to the ground, your mind quickly forming a response that could up the ante on testing his composure. You opened the front-facing camera and began recording a video, making sure to not record lower than your neck.
"Okay so I take it not the black one, Mischief?" you spoke into the camera before flipping the setting to the back camera pointed at the mirror, showing the new outfit you picked out. "How about this one then? Little better?"
You snickered to yourself once you stopped recording and sent the video over to him, reaching behind your neck to undo the ribbon holding the top half of the garment up.
A sharp gasp escaped you the moment you felt a cool hand wrap around yours, another going over your mouth as a tall frame pressed against you from behind. "Not a sound, my darling." A thrill ran through you at the sound of Loki's voice rasping in your ear. "You know what you were doing when you put this on, didn't you?" He moved his hand from your mouth to your throat, a heady feeling taking over you as you felt him squeezing at the sides.
He began to maneuver you both until you were facing the mirror once again, the image of the god with the sleeves of his forest green button down rolled up to reveal his sinewy forearms, towering over you in your currently vulnerable state of dress had you very quickly growing wet between your thighs. "Loki--"
"Answer the question, my love." You could both see and feel how he smirked against the side of your face, a delicious shiver running through your body as his eyes met yours in the reflection and pressed a deceptively tender kiss to your cheek. "Oh…" He dragged out the word with a low rasp, like he was trying to drive you mad from just the sound of his voice.
He was succeeding.
"This excites you, doesn't it?" You turned your head to face him, his question jarring you and filling you with a touch of mortification. "Oh, darling…" he cooed, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, his hand moving from your throat to rest lightly on your shoulder. "You need not be ashamed of what arouses you. Especially with me."
It felt as if it took all your strength to form the words. "It does," you breathed out, your breath catching as a brilliant smile stretched across his face. "Just a bit."
"Well then, my darling mortal, look back at our reflection then and enjoy the show."
You turned your gaze back to the mirror, your breath hitching in your throat as he placed one of your hands on his thigh, his free hand moving to lightly ghost across the lace covering your breast before cupping the clothed mound in his hand, the sight of the god closing his eyes and groaning in your ear before placing a kiss on your cheek nearly enough to make you come undone.
There was something about being able to watch what was happening to you as it was being done in real time that really struck a chord with you, stirring and intensifying your desire tenfold and reducing you to staggered whimpers of his name as his hands roamed your body, one of them already finding its way between your legs and meeting the soaked fabric of your panties.
A sharp moan escaped you as his eyes opened and met yours in the reflection, pupils blown out to turn his usually steely blue gaze a breathtaking onyx.
"Y/N??"
It was like ice shot through your veins at the sound of Wanda's voice outside your fitting room, making you clap a hand over your mouth as you suddenly remembered that you didn't walk into this store alone.
"Babes, are you okay in there? I heard a sound…Do you need help getting out of something?"
"Tell her you're alright or she will barge in here and we're going to suddenly have an audience, min kjære." Just as you lifted your hand from your mouth, Loki moved the fabric of your panties to the side and began to brush his fingers along the length of your slit, causing you to close your eyes as you struggled to silence your reactions. "No, no, my love. Keep your eyes on me. On us."
You followed his soft-spoken command without hesitation, knowing full well that if you didn't he would stop and leave you wanting until you did so. You took a deep, shaky breath and did your beat to answer your friend outside. "I'm fine, Wan." You hid your reaction to his fingertips ghosting over your clit with a barely convincing grunt. "Nothing I can't get myself out of."
"If you say so…" Her tone was so overtly skeptical, as if she already knew what was going on in there without either of you even making a sound. "I'll wait for you and Natasha out here."
Your hand gripped tighter at your lover's thigh, a scream dying at the back of your throat as you watched his reflection smirking at you before pressing a kiss to your shoulder and pushing his fingers inside you, easily finding the spot that had your lungs burning with the screams that you kept on tamping down as he lazily stroked at the soft flesh.
"O-Okay then I'll be out in a bit."
"Knowing her, Nat's probably sending pictures to Bucky." You inwardly groaned as Wanda's laughter floated into your fitting room, finding it nearly impossible to not react to her words with anything more than a half hearted 'Oh?' Thankfully, it was enough to keep her seemingly unsuspicious of you. "Yeah. Nice little reminder of what he's already got because that nepo baby Carter's trying to move in on her territory."
"Is she now?" Another moan went silent as the god moved his fingers inside you with firmer, faster strokes. As if he was actively trying to get you to break and expose yourselves to the sorceress right outside.
"Oh yeah. And I'd honestly suggest you send some to your guy, too." You gave Loki a pointed stare through the mirror, almost identical smirks finding their way to your faces at the suggestion. "I got a text from Jane saying that she overheard Carter setting her sights on Mr Mischief. Told her not to worry though because Loki's more whipped for you than Thor is for her," she finished off with a laugh.
You fought to stay quiet once more, your body falling backward against him as his free hand weaved through your hair and tilted your head to expose your neck to him, the heady feeling of his lips languidly gliding along the delicate skin further worsening your urge to moan. To beg for more. To even just say his name.
"That I am," he whispered against your skin. "There could be hordes of women surrounding me with their bodies bared and I'd only ever wish to look upon yours." Whimpers and moans died in squeaks at the back of your throat as his fingers picked up the pace inside you, stroking against that spot inside of you in a merciless pace. "Face me, min elskede."
When you turned your head to face him, seeing the way his eyes were a near perfect black and yet still shining with a tenderness he'd only shown around you stole the breath from your lungs. 'I love you', you mouthed, finding yourself unable to even sound out your sentiments.
"I love you, little temptress," he rasped before leaning down to press his lips to yours in an impassioned kiss that made you feel as if your entire body had been consumed by desire. By pleasure. By him. When you opened your eyes, you saw a flash of green washing over the room briefly before fading into something too imperceptible for your eyes. "I've silenced the room. You no longer need to hold yourself back."
A loud moan slipped through your lips as he pushed his fingers in deeper inside you, the heel of his palm pressing and rubbing against your clit with every movement being the catalyst that made you come undone, writhing against him as you rode out your release on his fingers, your sounds dying out as you came down from your high.
When your breathing began to even out, you felt his seiðr washing over you as he withdrew his fingers, not bothering to mask your smile as you began once again to change out of the babydoll, reaching up to undo the ribbon behind your neck. All the while he stood watch, sitting on the large ottoman with his legs spread in a silent invitation for you to come over once you were finished, shamelessly sucking your release off his fingers.
"I'm sure it goes without saying but that piece is coming home with you."
You let out a giggle at his words, fixing the skirt of your black sundress before stepping toward him and letting him maneuver you to sit on his thigh. "So I take it that's a yes for the gala?"
"Absolutely not." You could feel your arousal building again at the husked tone of his voice. "But tonight…when I see you at home, the flimsy little garment stays on while I ravish you."
A/N: Can you believe this is the 2nd last story for this collection? And tomorrow's finale is…well, I'm still writing it but I will have it ready for Valentine's Day I promise.
Translations:
min kjære – my dear
min elskede – my beloved
'everything' taglist:
@sailorholly @loopsisloops @unlucky-number-13 @imalovernotahater @coldnique @loz-3 @huntress-artemiss @salempoe @vickie5446 @athalialaufeyson @lokiprompts @sarahscribbles @kats72 @kikster606 @evelyn-kingsley @lokixryss @thomase1 @mischief2sarawr @peaches1958 @lovingchoices14 @goblingirlsarah @iamlokisgloriouspurpose @creationsbyme @maple-seed @mjsthrillernp @ladyofthestayingpower @mygfloki @sititran @glitterylokislut @ozymdias @fictive-sl0th @lovelysizzlingbluebird @lokidbadguy @mochie85 @silverfire475 @joyful-enchantress
Loki taglist:
@calumance @severuslovebot @moonlightreader649 @i-stand-with-loki @nixymarvelkins @cheekyscamp @lokisgoodgirl @purplegrrl27 @thedistractedagglomeration
#14 days of valentines collection#loki x reader#loki x female reader#loki smut#loki x reader smut#loki fanfiction#loki fanfic#marvel fanfiction#marvel fanfic#mcu fanfic#muddyorbs writes
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TFATWS Anniversary Event 2024
The @sambuckylibrary will be holding a The Falcon and the Winter Soldier Anniversary Event! The event will start on March 18th and run until April 28th. During that time, we will be reblogging and sharing the work you guys create here on our blog.
This event is not just for the creators, but for the commenters. You can post fanfiction, art, moodboards, edits, podfics, fic list recs, comments, etc. It’ll be a low-stakes event. No need to sign up. Just remember to tag @sambuckylibary in your post for each fill, and we will be tracking #tfatwsanniversary2024 for reblogs.
If you are posting on AO3, please add it toTFATWS Anniversary Event 2024 Collection.
Each week will have a different theme with prompts from Monday to Friday. Each prompt will also come with a badge you may use for it when you post. The weekly themes and their prompts will be:
For the text version of the information above as well as the FAQ and rules, check the information under “keep reading”.
WEEK 1 (March 18 - 24): THE WINTER SOLDIER TO PRE-INFINITY WAR
MONDAY: “I don’t think he’s the kind you save.”
TUESDAY: Sam Searches for Bucky
WEDNESDAY: “Can you move your seat up?”
THURSDAY: Team Up at the Airport
FRIDAY: On the Run
WEEK 2 (March 25 - 31) : INFINITY WAR TO PRE-TFATWS
MONDAY: Laying Low
TUESDAY: Reunite in Wakanda
WEDNESDAY: Soul Stone
THURSDAY: Victory Party
FRIDAY: 6 Months of Ghosting
WEEK 3 (April 1 - 7): The Falcon and the Winter Soldier
MONDAY: Couple's Therapy
TUESDAY: “Let me just walk you through a hypothetical.”
WEDNESDAY: Madripoor
THURSDAY: “You’re just gonna set me up like that, huh?”
FRIDAY: The Cookout
WEEK 4 (April 8 - 14): Post-TFATWS
MONDAY: Meanwhile, on the Boat...
TUESDAY: Divorce Arc
WEDNESDAY: Skrulls
THURSDAY: Better Thunderbolts Ideas
FRIDAY: Better Captain America 4 Ideas
WEEK 5 (April 15 - 21): AU Week
MONDAY: No Powers AU
TUESDAY: Period Piece
WEDNESDAY: Sci-fi/Fantasy AU
THURSDAY: Based on a Movie
FRIDAY: Ghost/Zombie AU
WEEK 6 (April 22 - 28): Sambucky Week
MONDAY: Didn’t Know They were Dating/Friends with Benefits
TUESDAY: Redwing
WEDNESDAY: Hurt/Comfort
THURSDAY: Separate, Long Vacations
FRIDAY: Dealer's Choice
FAQ
What is this?
It’s a SamBucky event.
Is there any pressure?
No pressure at all.
Can I fill more than one prompt with one piece of art/one fic?
Yes! You can fill one prompt with one piece of art or fic. You can try to fill all five prompts that week at once with one piece of art or fic. You can do any number in between.
Are there any prizes for making anything for this event?
Just the satisfaction that you made something cool.
Is it just SamBucky?
Yes please, just SamBucky. There can be side ships, but the main ship should be SamBucky.
How long will this event run?
It will run from March 18th and run until April 28th.
I heard there are badges I can use for each fill?
There are! You can find the badges here.
RULES AND GUIDELINES
What are the guidelines for the bingo?
I will be borrowing some of this from the MYSU Valentine’s Day Bingo 2022 Guidelines, since they were fantastic.
For Everyone:
1. Remember to @sambuckylibrary in the post as well as #tfatwsanniversary2024.
2. Please also tag the prompt you’re filling (for instance, if the square is “Redwing”, use “#redwing” as one of your tags when posting about it on Tumblr).
3. If you’re uploading to AO3, please:
a ) Say somewhere which prompt you’re filling.
b ) Add it to TFATWS Anniversary Event 2024 (TFATWS_Anniversary_Event_2024).
For Artists:
1. Create at least one piece of new art that can’t have been posted anywhere else before this.
2. All visual art forms are welcome:
a ) Gifsets, at least 3 gifs.
b ) Aesthetic boards or moodboards, at least 4 images each.
c ) Drawing/painting, that is not a sketch.
d) Fan video.
e) Graphics edit.
For Authors:
1. At least 500 words.
2. Posted on Tumblr or AO3.
3. Can be part of a series, but should work as a standalone.
For Podficcers:
1. The podfic should at least be 5 minutes long.
2. It should be posted on either Tumblr or AO3.
3. The podfic can be of a fic made for the event, a fic not made for the event while still adhering to the prompt, or a notfic.
For Fic Rec Lists:
1. You must have at least five fics or podfics on the rec list.
2. Make sure to give brief descriptions of the fics or podfics as well as their rating and wordcount.
For Commenters:
1. Any amount of comment counts, from a heart emoji (“❤️”) to an essay.
2. We would rather this be about what makes you happy and joyful about reading than any scathing critiques.
Things to be mindful of when creating:
For Sam
Avoid framing Sam only as a caretaker or emotional support for Bucky. Be mindful of Sam acting angry or aggressive in an out-of-character way and falling into the angry/sassy Black man trope (check out the MCU source material to help with character traits).
Avoid decentering Sam as a main character and refrain from focusing entirely on Bucky.
In art: avoid whitewashing Sam’s skin and research drawing Black characters.
General disclaimer: Race affects every aspect of his life, including interacting with police/government and the white structures of the world when it comes to performing his duties as Cap and simply being a Black man that lives in the U.S.
For Bucky
Avoid phrasing “flesh/normal/human hand” to refer to the contrast between his prosthetic arm and his right arm. The phrasing is ableist. You can simply refer to his prosthesis when relevant, otherwise use “right/left arm/hand”.
For more information, please check out this document suggested by @ninesdb on how to write Bucky as an amputee. @ninesdb is also open to questions if you have any queries not answered by the google doc.
Specific Tags:
Avoid tags in AO3 like “Sam Wilson is a Gift”, “Sam Wilson is a Saint”, and “Bucky Needs a Hug”.
Have fun and we look forward to your TFATWS Anniversary fics!
- The Mods
#tfatwsanniversary2024#sam wilson#bucky barnes#sambucky#sambucky fan event#sambucky fanfiction#sambucky fan art#sambucky edit#sambucky moodboard#the falcon and the winter soldier#tfatws#the falcon and the winter soldier fan event#tfatws fan event#mod: thatmexisaurusrex
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la VIANDE
🥩 Happy Valentine’s Day! I’m so excited to share this one with y’all! la VIANDE is a collection of super sexy “sleepwear” for your male sims, briefs, thongs, shirts and socks; 14 total pieces in a 21 swatch palette.
Some background:
This collection was inspired by some pics I saw of Francois Sagat modeling for EXSL. He’s so hot and their clothes are so sexy. None of these pieces are actually stuff from EXSL, but I was just inspired by the vibe and then took it in my own direction. The brief/thong has a fully custom hand-painted texture that I’m really super proud of. I wanted to get a velvet/satin look across and I think it came out so cool.
🎀 Item breakdown:
~ Tops: There are 3 new cropped shirts. Super tight and cropped just enough to give sext but not over the top (so your sims can wear them for some everyday looks with a pair of jeans or whatever too, they’re pretty versatile I think). 3 sleeve lengths, and they come in opaque and sheet versions.
~ Bottoms: There’s a high hipped brief, a thong, and versions of both with a sexy sheer trunk on top for a whale tail moment. the cobos have just the same color for the brief/thong and the trunk, however I made an accessory overlay version of the trunks (found in leggings) that can be used for some fun color combinations too (see Rob in the picture above)
~ Accessories: In addition to the trunks, there’s also a fun graphic overlay that will work on these shirts (or just about any shirt if you like). Simlish text and a couple cheeky designs in a few colors. To top it all off there’s a pair of socks that come in the full matching color range of the rest of the collection.
I’m so excited to see your guys strutting their sext stuff in this collection! Tag me in any pics you take I always LOVE to see what you guys put together!!
💘 Enjoy!
💌 DOWNLOAD: SFS
⛓️ TOU: Please do pretty much whatever you want with my CC besides put it behind a paywall. If you recolor, or use it in your game, or whatever, I’d love to see! Tag me!
@ts-malematch @maxismatchccworld
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Valentione's Waistcoat
The second Valentione's glam :) Laurent's a bit more limited in what he can wear, with only one class at level 60, lol. Still, I like how this level 1 friendly glam turned out! He's just so cute. The glasses suit him well!
Head - Elegant Rimless Glasses
Body - Valentione Rose Wasitcoat in Pastel Pink
Legs - Wake Doctor's Bottoms
Feet - Quaintrelle's Dress Shoes in Pastel Pink
Earrings - Copper Earrings
These pictures were taken in The Goblet with MoonsShade's Snack Bokeh shader!
#ffxiv gpose#ffxiv glamour#eorzea collection#final fantasy xiv#final fantasy 14#ff14#ffxiv#ffxiv screenshots#valentines day#quad glams
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february 14, @jegulus-microfic prompt: lips. word count: 486.
It was Valentine’s Day, and Regulus was driving James mad. It was the holiday of love, for goodness sake, but Regulus certainly had an agenda for straight up murder, walking around looking like an angel sent to bring him to his knees. He was wearing a red crop top with a pink heart on it, and on his exposed belly there was a charm, a purple gem in the shape of a heart, dangling from his belly button. And Regulus was just walking around dressed that way, a fantasy come to life, and James was very sure he would die.
Because James couldn’t touch.
James and Regulus, as a couple, were a secret. Nothing between them was serious enough(yet), or official enough(yet) to be out and about lunging at each other in the courtyard. And James wanted nothing more than to scream from the fucking roof tops that Regulus owned him, body-heart-and-soul, claimed by Regulus Black. But he was silent, if only for the sake of being granted much needed kisses later. He would love him in secret, if it meant Regulus was his. James would live and die and lie by and for Regulus a million times over, in secret. He just needed him.
James spent the day unfocused, completely distracted by images and moments of Regulus flashing through his memories. Regulus being mean to him, Regulus being cute, Regulus being nerdy, Regulus kissing him, Regulus moving in sync with him—it was all very distracting. James was practically in agony.
His reprieve came in the form of being shoved into an empty classroom and pushed up against a wall. Regulus looked delectable up close, like pure sin, and James wanted nothing more than to get lost in their kisses. Regulus wrapped his arms around James’ neck and pulled him close to ravage him in a kiss, and James had one second to think, finally, before getting lost in their dance, lips against lips in a passionate kiss. And oh, Regulus could kiss. He used kisses like a weapon, and James was a very weak man.
James was momentarily lost in the feel of Regulus, close and divine and soft under his hands. James licked into his mouth and Regulus groaned against him, and then James noticed—
“Wait—”
“Are you interrupting?” Regulus snapped, but he looked positively ravished, curls messier and cheeks flushed pink. James felt smug—he did that.
But James searched Reg’s face, eyes wide and pupils blown, lips kiss-bitten and red. “Your—lips, are you wearing—”
“Cherry lip gloss.”
“Cherry lip gloss,” James whispered, at a loss for words. Regulus was wearing cherry lip gloss and he tasted like heaven. “Right,” he said, and pulled him back in aggressively. Regulus gasped against his mouth, and James told him, “You taste like heaven.” And Regulus always remembered to gloss up his lips in cherry lip gloss whenever he needed that particular reaction from James.
find the full february microfic collection(WIP) on ao3: february, i'm yours.
#marauders#regulus microfic#microfic#jegulus#sunseeker#starchaser#marauders fanfic#marauders fanfiction#marauders era#james potter#regulus black#james potter regulus black#james x regulus#the marauders#hp marauders#harry potter marauders#marauders hp#bellaxis#bellaxis microfic#bellaxis ao3#bella writes
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pretend boyfriend
(i use guardian because idk there was this one time i used “mom” in a though unrelated n old draft and i showed it to someone and they replied with “i don’t have a mom” 😧)
note(s): also this totally wasn’t inspired by something that happened to me some time ago 😭 and this upload is late so IGNORE that it’s no longer february (actually, for 10 days now) and focus on how i’m early for white day— basically a day in japan in which guys give chocolate to their crush or partner instead of girls giving chocolates to guys (which happens on valentines day) white day is on march 14 btw
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you realize your sad plan for your single, partner-less white day— an extension of valentines day, backfired on you when your guardian asks you about a boyfriend upon your usual visit from school.
“what?” you question, sounding unbelieving of the question, like it was a collection of meaningless words. “i don’t have a boyfriend—”
“the chocolates say otherwise,” they point out, interested in the heart shaped box of sweets. “can i see a picture? i need to know if they’re good for you!”
what an… interesting way to determine who’s good for you. “there’s no boy— no one, trust me.” you insist, sounding a little more panicked than you would’ve liked— and this only fueled her suspicion.
“there has to be someone, you’re beautiful!” they insist. you would’ve felt complimented if it weren’t for the context of it all, and also the fact that they’re just talking about physicality “really, who gave it to you?”
you’re hesitant to say that you actually bought them yourself, not just to replicate the experience of having a significant other, (now that you’ve realized how hard you’ve been pining over someone incredibly unattainable)
but also because you couldn’t resist the contents of the box.
sure, you were given other pieces of chocolate and sweets from your classmates even some of the girls! (which wasn’t common to see on white day of all days) and a suspiciously expensive looking cupcake box landed on your table too.
(you didn’t eat it, you just couldn’t accept the fact that it wasn’t actually decor, until you went to eat lunch and smelled the thing.)
but those chocolates were obviously obligatory, considering the context of white day. besides, the box you bought was different— it had all your favorite flavors and it was from your favorite sweets brand. you just couldn’t help but tear a small portion of your allowance out of your wallet for this treat alone.
you don’t know what your guardian would say— they’d either insist that you’re lying, or they’d make fun of you, and none of these options sound appealing.
you deflate, not having a good defense. “… a friend.”
they don’t seem convinced. nobody used a friend to refer to their actual friend. you mentally beat yourself over this simple mistake.
this only proves their point, “hmm, okay..”
there’s a beat of silence.
“i’m still expecting a picture.”
your heart rate picks up, and you can feel your veins be filled with anxiety.
and now you’re returning to the dorms, absolutely mortified— and it clearly shows on your face based on how your best friend, todoroki shouto, approaches you at the front door with a concerned look.
“you look.. distressed.” he notes out loud, as he opens the door.
shouto’s quick to help you get your shoes off, letting you lean on him as you undo your shoelaces. he pulls off each shoe afterwards— the action so casual.
“it’s because i am, shouto!” you exclaimed, following him in. “i did something stupid and now i’m paying the consequences of my actions!”
shouto’s two toned brows furrow, there’s a deep look settled on his pretty face— and he draws all his focus on you. “whatever it is, we can fix it.”
“i’m sure but, my ego! my dignity!” you groan, and your hands cover your face as if it’ll burrow you away from the embarrassment and transport you to a place of peace.
“i won’t laugh,” he says, an indirect way of saying that he won’t absolutely clown you for any of your decision making skills.
shouto then holds his pinkie up, waiting for you to take it. it’s a clear show that he’s intent. “promise.”
“sure,” you say as you link pinkies, the warmth of his pinkie making embarrassment creep up your neck instantly. “i trust you.”
you breathe in as preparation. “i bought chocolates for myself and my guardian thinks i have a boyfriend and is asking for a picture, so now i’m screwed because i don’t have a boyfriend in the first place, and i’ve told them that i don’t but they just don’t believe me, so i might have to get a fake boyfriend for a picture!”
all of it just spilled out at once. you aren’t even sure if shouto understood, let alone was able to comprehend all of it due to the lack of reaction.
but when you carefully examine— you realize that a reaction slowly shows on his face, like it just dawned on him the information you’ve dumped.
“fake boyfriend.” he echoes, “for a picture.”
“yes!” you groan, mortified of the other possible solution of the matter being slapped in your face again, “and they need to be tall, handsome, and apparently someone that looks rich— don’t know how a picture can prove that, we don’t even have jobs.”
“anyway, they’ll just criticize me for my choice in people.” you sigh, “i’m lost.”
he folds his arms together, and he unintentionally flexes. your eyes follow the movement for a short second before you realize that you cannot be caught gawking at someone you’ve met when you were both five. “it appears you are quite in a situation.”
“yeah..”
“if only there was someone available to help.”
“yeah—”
“someone close to you.”
“i figured— it’d be awkward to ask someone who i’m not really close with to be my fake…” you trail off, brows furrowing when you realize there might be some insinuation in his words. you can’t tell what he is necessarily eluding to— but,
you take a good look at shouto— an very good look. you size him up, and he allows this as he is basically standing politely. there’s a fixed look of stillness in every aspect of his expression, and he’s calm when he speaks,
“i could play the role.” he suggests like he doesn’t understand the weight of his words, or he doesn’t care that much about it.
you can feel your heart in your throat all of a sudden, and the beat of it is becoming painfully loud.
“shouto,” you somehow manage to get out, “they know who you are.”
your deep rooted history together as close friends would be seen as a plus point, if it weren’t for the fact that you’ve refrained from showing (let alone hinting) any sign of your feelings for him. shouto did the same, except you are absolutely sure he doesn’t want anything more than platonic with you— as he has displayed no such signs.
the sudden shift of events would raise more questions instead of just solving one.
besides, who doesn’t know him nowadays? he’s tall, good looking, strapped with money and a multipurpose and hella useful quirk. heck— his appearance during the sports festival was a huge thing and has definitely made a positive mark on his reputation.
additionally, it was hard for your guardian to miss someone with an alluring presence like shouto’s, and a head full of naturally snow-like, and flaming red hair.
you think carefully before coming up with something easy. “what if i just asked one of the girls to wear an oversized hoodie; and stand on a stool? i’d crop out their face, of course. kyouka or yaomomo could—”
before you were allowed to finish your thought, shouto continued to press on his idea. “i’d be the most preferable, since the backstory makes the most sense.”
you pause. you’ve never thought of an actual backstory for you too, and you couldn’t quite indulge in the self blame— you didn’t think he’d agree at all.
“childhood friends turned best friends, and with a bond that drew us together.” his gaze fleets somewhere below your eyes, and then he draws them back up— a small boyish grin now blessing his face. “besides, you’d be in quite some trouble if they asked for a picture of their face.”
oh, that description sounded way too close to home, so much that you forgot. now that shouto mentioned one, that solution does seem to have its loop holes.
“touché.” the lengths he’d do for you is admirable, and your heart would’ve stuttered if it weren’t for the dull reminder from the back of your mind, of what it’s really like between the two of you.
“so uhm, what now? do you want to take the picture right later or—”
“now would be good.”
“oh uh, okay then…” shouto never wastes time, even when it came to unimportant stuff it seems, and he watches as you shift around to find your phone.
getting your phone is something that never takes any time, but with everything being taken account for, your hands are starting to feel like jelly.
after opening your camera app and switching to selfie mode, you position your phone carefully. not just like a photographer that was about to capture a rare wild animal laying still, but also similarly to how people take pictures with celebrities.
you are cautious of the angle. although you’ve almost seen every single expression that he could make— you’re worried how you could make everything look good, make him look phenomenal. (although it seems impossible to make him look anything but)
you end up snapping a photo that’s majorly of him, and the only show of you being in the same frame was the very top of your head shoved to the corner of the screen.
the two of you stare at the photo, exchanging glances. you might think that this is enough, considering that this photo of shouto is nowhere on the internet. so— plus one for authenticity, sorta.
he’s not your real boyfriend, but your guardian won’t know that from looking at the picture.
“let’s do a retake.”
you nearly stumble, like his words were a gust of strong wind. “huh?”
“this photo.. doesn’t seem authentic. i wouldn’t know what it’d be like to be in a relationship but the couples on television look— different. don’t you think?”
you take another look at the photo. although the couples shouto is referring to are actresses and actors playing roles— he’s right for the most part. the distance between the two of you is hard to miss, nobody would be able to guess that you two were together.
not to mention, it’s more of a picture of him instead of the both of you.
“alright then,” you say in agreement. “any suggestions?”
“if i may.”
“of course you may,” you encourage.
“then…” he shifts, feet moving closer to you. “if you’ll allow me.”
shouto’s hands reach out, and you’re immediately drawn to them. although unsure about his next course of action, you don’t stop him as he pulls you close— hands with contrasting temperatures maneuvering the positions to his liking.
eventually, the two of you were positioned in a way that made you encase shouto in your arms and have you turnt slightly towards the camera.
the side of your faces are pressed against each other’s, and despite trying your best to stop it, the proximity had your heart thumping against your ribcage once again.
making sure you don’t prolong the ordeal more than you need to— you snap the picture and attempt to pick yourself up afterwards.
but shouto makes no effort in detaching himself from you, relaxing in your arms as he leans against you to view the picture. you feel yourself flustering again, and you just know that he could end you one day and be blissfully unaware of how and why.
although you just took a big risk that could possibly have your feelings found out— you were just as curious as he was to see the outcome.
and you two seemed like a couple indeed.
“thoughts?” you ask in place of allowing yourself to slowly pass away on the inside. your skin feeling increasingly hot all of a sudden, and you’re confident the boy beside you has nothing to do with it this time.
“just as i suspected.” a small smile pulls at his lips, “we look good together.”
your brain buffers, “huh?—”
and then, he’s pressing his soft lips onto your cheek— pulling back as quickly as he pressed his lips onto you.
you choke on practically nothing, and you stare at him with eyes so wide they rival saucers.
and then it started to make sense, “what— are you playing me?— you’re doing all of this for a picture i didn’t even take!”
he tilts his head, confused for a moment before letting out a disapproving noise. “i… was teasing at some point, but i would never play you. i even pinkie swore.” he said, holding the same pinkie he linked with yours earlier to prove his memory.
“so why… after all this time?”
his gaze sharpens, “why not?” he states simply, “i figured just recently that.. the feelings are mutual, and that you’re interested in the way i’m interested in you.”
he clutches you, shoving himself deeper in your embrace, “besides, there was no way i’d let you ask anyone else to be your pretend boyfriend when i’m right here.”
“it would be just for a picture though.” you note, slightly amused that todoroki shouto was jealous at the idea of having a pretend boyfriend for a picture— even if said pretend boyfriend were to be one of the girls from your class.
a specific blank expression is pinned onto his face. “still.” he replies, quite dryly.
though the expression immediately melts away as he says these next words, “now then,” gorgeous, gorgeous heterochromatic eyes meeting yours in a gaze. shouto holds it, and it seems that he’s taking advantage of his effect on you. he’s quick, not to mention— observant too.
“we should take another picture, one that’s much real.”
#this might be my last post before my midterms start bc its currently hell week and i dont want to rob yall of anything#so here have this 🤩#early for white day at least 😭#bnha imagines#bnha x reader#mha x reader#mha imagines#bnha fluff#bnha x y/n#todoroki shouto x reader#todoroki x reader#todoroki imagines#shouto imagines#shouto headcanons#bnha scenarios#mha fluff#shouto fluff#todoroki fluff#todoroki x y/n#shouto x y/n#todoroki shouto x y/n#todoroki x you#todoroki shouto headcanons#bnha headcanons#mha headcanons
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Hello, dear companions in the darkness! We hope you had very happy holidays and a rocking New Year!
We're back with another event for the month of love. The tagline for this event is "I Lay Down With the Devil", and it's all about celebrating our favourite toxic vampire romances.
The celebration will commence on February 1st and run until Valentine's Day on February 14th. This event is open to all creations for the AMC show, the movies and the Vampire Chronicles. You can find the rules, guidelines and other extra info below the cut.
We're looking forward to all your lovely creations! ♥︎
Rules and guidelines
The event will start on February 1st, and we have 14 prompts in total, one for each day. But feel free to use more than one per creation and to mix and match to your heart's desire.
As usual, this is a low-pressure event. If you participate for one day, amazing! If you manage to do all 14 of them, also amazing! We want this event to be a fun creative experience, so let that be your only goal.
Any kind of creation is welcome. Options include, but are not limited to: fanfiction, fanart, fanvids, edits, podfics etc. Whatever you feel inspired to create, we’re happy to have it.
All versions of the characters are welcome, just be sure to specify which in your tags if you think it's relevant.
We are firm believers of “don't like don't read”, so be sure to curate your experience if there are some prompts, pairings or types of content that make you uncomfortable.
Cross-posting with other events is welcome, just make sure you’re satisfying the requirements for this event.
You can share your work on any platform you like. If you make a post here on Tumblr or Twitter, tag us and we'll reblog you. And if you post your work on AO3, don't forget to add it to our Bloody Valentine Collection.
Be sure to tag with #bloodyvalentine or tag this blog @vampirefest so that we can easily find your post.
Please also include:
Which Day/Prompt you have filled.
Any relevant warnings or ratings, tags or trigger warnings (we want to take care of our little community, so please tag appropriately).
You may also include the relationship you’re writing if that is applicable but keep in mind we will reblog with the exact tag you use so ensure your ship name is correct.
Example of how reblogs will be tagged:
#BloodyValentine #[Day] #[prompt being filled] #[type of content; fanart, fanfic etc.] #[trigger warnings that we get from your post] tw #[ship name or pairing]
AO3 collection:
The Bloody Valentine AO3 collection will be open starting on February 1st: You can find the collection here.
We’ll keep the collection open even after February 14th for people who still want to add their works.
Instructions on how to add your works to the AO3 collection:
To add your fics to the collection, simply go to [Edit Work] on AO3 and type in BloodyValentine in the [Post to Collections / Challenges] box that is located below [Summary] and [Notes] and it should pop up in the suggestion.
You can also head to the collection main page linked above and hit the [post to collection] button.
If you have any questions, please hop into our ask box. Suggestions and comments are also welcome.
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