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Ranger Reject (NSFW) FT: Jiheon and Chaehyun

Author’s note: A request/ spiritual successor to A train to Busan of sorts from @leafostuff however because I’m a dork and have had several things on the brain this is also slightly for @somicutie08 and @blanceverlast

If I were to compile a bucket list one of the things I probably would have never had would be "Have a threesome with two of your favorite K-pop stars after seeing a Super Sentai Live show". yet here I was balls deep in Two of my favorite starlets, but I was getting ahead of myself.

I was heading to Japan to catch a recent anniversary live show for a “Super Sentai” series that had aired some ten years ago. After a long flight, the bustling streets of Tokyo energized me as I made my way to the hotel. The lobby was sleek and modern, filled with tourists and fans like me, all buzzing with excitement for the various events happening around the city.

As I approached the front desk to check in, I heard a familiar voice.

“Dino?”

I squinted, my mind racing. There was no way she could be here. But as I turned around, my heart skipped a beat. Walking towards me was Chaehyun, a friend I hadn’t seen in years, accompanied by Jiheon Baek, a young lady I had only seen through the confines of a screen. Both approached me with pleasant smiles as I finished checking in.

“What are you doing here?” Chaehyun asked happily, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

I hesitated at first, feeling a bit dorky, but decided to embrace it. “I’m here to see the ‘20 Years Later Dairanger’ reunion movie and the ‘10 Years Later ToQger’ team-up.”

Chaehyun raised an eyebrow and turned to Jiheon, who was looking at me with wide eyes. “That’s what we’re here to see!” Jiheon exclaimed, her eyes lighting up with excitement.

“Oh right, I remember seeing on a V Live a while ago that you talked about Power Rangers,” I responded.

Jiheon’s eyes widened even more. “You’re a Flower?”

I nodded, and Jiheon laughed, her joy infectious. She asked which room I was in, and when I told her, she burst into giggles. “What’s so funny?” I asked, to which Chaehyun responded,

“You’re right next to our room,” she explained. I nodded and gave a thumbs-up as we all headed to our respective rooms.

After setting my stuff down, there was a knock on my door. I opened it to see Chaehyun, who lunged for me and pulled me into a heated kiss, closing the door behind her.

“I missed you so much. When you left, I kicked myself for not getting your phone number,” she said, breaking the kiss and wrapping her legs around my waist.

“Well, I missed you too,” I replied before Chaehyun yanked me into another kiss. I could feel the desperation in her voice and words, but before we could do anything, there was another knock on the door.

“It’s Jiheon,” Jiheon said from the other side. I looked at Chaehyun, who huffed and smiled.

“Okay, I’ll share you this one time,” she said with a pout as she got off me. I went to the door and opened it to let Jiheon in. Her smile was so cute and endearing that I couldn’t help being enamored with her.

Jiheon sat on the bed and asked, “So, how long have you been a Power Rangers fan?”

I smiled and replied, “So, I don’t know how they translated it in Korea, but my first was ‘Lost Galaxy,’ which is ‘Gingaman’ in Japan.”

Jiheon nodded and moved closer to me. “What team is your favorite?”

“King-Ohger and Kyoryuger,” I replied without hesitation.

“Good choices. Are you into any other Toku series?” she asked curiously.

Like the dork I was, I nodded and began listing off Ryukendo, Kamen Rider, Garo, and my favorite of them all, Ultraman. I mentioned the live show I was going to, which was the 10th anniversary of Ultraman X.

“Wow, you’re loading up on all these live shows,” Chaehyun said, surprised.

I nodded enthusiastically. “Toku is my favorite genre in all of media. I have never seen a product from it that I’ve truly hated. That’s something I don’t take lightly.”

Both girls looked at me with wildly different expressions. Chaehyun’s was a mix of amusement and affection as if she was thinking, “He’s such a dork, but I love it,” while Jiheon’s was more of wide-eyed wonder, “Oh, I’ve got a new best friend.”

As we settled into the room, the conversation flowed naturally. Chaehyun and Jiheon shared stories about their travels and experiences as idols, while I talked about my job as a cartographer. The atmosphere was warm and comfortable, and it felt like no time had passed since Chaehyun and I last saw each other. Both girls were lovely conversationalists despite not having much to bridge the conversation between a mutual interest. Jiheon was constantly testing me on my Toku knowledge while Chaehyun was treating this like a full reunion. I could tell Chaehyun was just waiting to pounce on me the moment Jiheon tired herself out but sadly it was me who tired out first. The multi-hour flight along with light amounts of food had left me exhausted.

“Ahhh I’m beat. Sorry, you two I’d love to chat some more but I am tired. Let’s meet up tomorrow.” I yawn. The two girls smile and nod before going back to their rooms. After showering I got situated for bed and noticed a text from two new numbers.

The first read, “It was super nice to meet you today. I loved talking about Toku with you. I hope we can hang out again tomorrow -Jiheon,” I felt my heart skip a beat reading her text. I replied with a thumbs-up emoji which made her send me two thumbs-ups with a picture of her. I smiled as I made it her contact ID picture.

The other message was a few photos of Chaehyun in her lingerie. Capstone by a video of her touching herself and massaging her breasts. She moaned my name and I felt my dick grow unreasonably hard. I groaned as I fell into a conflicted horny slumber. I wanted both girls but I’m sure a threesome was off the table.

The next day, I woke up early, the time difference jolting me awake. My excitement for visiting a few museums kept me from going back to sleep. As I opened my phone, I noticed a series of suggestive pictures from Chaehyun.

“I’ll deal with you later,” I texted back, trying to keep my mind focused. A notification for a video popped up, but I refused to open it, knowing it would lead to impulsive decisions. After getting ready, I walked out of my hotel room.

As I stepped into the hallway, I saw Jiheon also leaving her room. Her face held an enchanting smile as our eyes met.

“Oh, Dino, are you heading out?” she asked brightly.

I nodded. “I’m planning to hit a few tourist spots: the giant Gundam, the Super Sentai Museum, Sagakawa City, and the Ishinomori Museum. Probably not in that order, but that’s the general plan.”

Jiheon’s eyes lit up, and she asked if she and Chaehyun could join me. I hesitated for a moment, knowing Chaehyun might be pushing her limits, but Jiheon’s warm smile made it impossible to refuse. “Sure, that sounds great,” I replied.

We waited for Chaehyun to get ready, and soon we were all in an Uber heading to our first stop: the Super Sentai Museum. Jiheon sat next to me during the ride, and we chatted about various topics. I found myself falling for her deeper and deeper, her infectious enthusiasm and genuine curiosity drawing me in. Meanwhile, every time I glanced at Chaehyun, she’d blow me a kiss or make some other cute and flirty gesture, keeping my heart in a constant state of flutter.

When we arrived at the Super Sentai Museum, Chaehyun grabbed my arm and had me lead her through the exhibits. She asked several insightful questions, like why certain themes were chosen for specific years or why South Korea didn’t air some of the series. These were easy for me to answer, and I enjoyed sharing my knowledge with her.

“This is so fascinating,” Jiheon said as she examined a display case filled with vintage toys. “I didn’t realize how much history there is behind these shows.”

“Yeah,” I agreed. “Super Sentai has been around for decades, influencing so much of pop culture.”

Chaehyun tugged on my arm, pulling me towards a section dedicated to the more recent series. “Dino, look at this! It’s from Kyoryuger, right?”

I nodded, smiling at her excitement. “Yep, one of my favorites.”

Chaehyun who had her arms wrapped around mine asked why I liked Kroryuger

“I like dinosaurs, the designs are cool and Daigo Kiryu (King) is just the coolest,” Chaehyun smiled at my explanation before nestling closer to me.

We spent the morning exploring the museum, soaking in the rich history and nostalgic memorabilia. Afterward, we headed to see the giant Gundam statue. The sheer scale of it was breathtaking, and we took numerous photos, capturing the moment.

Next, we visited Sagakawa City, a quaint area known for its traditional charm and serene atmosphere. Walking through its narrow streets, we enjoyed local delicacies and admired the picturesque scenery. Jiheon and Chaehyun’s company made the experience even more delightful, their laughter and excitement infectious.

Finally, we arrived at the Ishinomori Museum, dedicated to the works of Shotaro Ishinomori, the legendary manga artist and creator of many beloved tokusatsu series. The exhibits were a testament to his genius, and we spent hours marveling at his creations.

As the day drew to a close, we found a cozy café to relax and reflect on our adventures. Sitting there, sipping on warm drinks, I couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude. This trip had turned into something far more special than I had anticipated, thanks to the company of two amazing friends.

“That was an incredible day,” Jiheon said, her eyes sparkling with happiness. “Thank you for letting us join you, Dino.”

“I wouldn’t have had it any other way,” I replied, smiling.

Chaehyun leaned in, her voice soft but teasing. “And remember, you promised to deal with me later.”

I chuckled, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. “I haven’t forgotten.”

After arriving back at the hotel Chaehyun asked if she could talk to me alone for a bit. I could see wild lust in her eyes. I knew if I held out any longer she would start making some bold moves to get what she wanted. So I acquiesced to the beautiful lady and locked the door to my room with her. At first, though she did want to talk.

“Jiheon has a crush on you,” was the first thing out of her mouth. I nodded unsure of how to respond. “I also think you have a crush on her. Is that true?” She asked. I thought about it and ultimately decided yes. I nodded to which Chaehyun smiled and said “Great wait here,” I sat there confused until Chaehyun came back with Jiheon. Chaehyun ordered Jiheon to sit next to me.

“I have listened to you to be all cute and flustered with each other for 2 days now,” she began.

“So now we are going to change the pace a little bit. Both of you strip now.” We looked at Chaehyun confused until she repeated herself more firmly. As we turned away from each other bashful Chaehyun demanded we look at each other. So we did. I marveled at Jiheon’s body her curves were illustrious. Her ass and tits are to die for.

“ Now I want you two to kiss,” Chaehyun said firmly. I look at Jiheon and panic she has this bashful look and I can’t think lewdly of her but my body responds to a gorgeous woman in front of me naked and my cock begins to harden. Jiheon’s eyes travel down to my crotch as she marvels at it.

“Oppa is this because of me,” Jiheon asks shyly. I nod when our eyes meet, Jiheon finally gains the courage to look at me and kiss me. Her lips are soft and taste amazing. As we get comfortable with each other our hands begin to roam until Chaehyun says, “Did I say you too could touch each other?” We both complied with her warning and stopped caressing each other.

“Good pets now. Get on the bed you two may touch each other,” Chaehyun said, and in our fervor, Jiheon accidentally tripped me and we fell on the the bed. We laughed before kissing again. I first grabbed her tits as we kissed eliciting a tense moan from the Korean woman. My manhood hardened under her body as it found purchase between her this right below her pussy. I needed her. I needed to desperately be inside of her.

“Oppa put it in me,” was all Jiheon said before I slid my cock in. As I slid in I noticed the difference between her and Chaehyun’s pussy almost immediately. Chaehyun’s pussy was less tight and wet than Jiheon’s pussy however she was her snatch had this viscous feeling that was always pleasant. Jiheon moaned breaking me out of my contemplative mood and I watched as she lowered herself further and further onto my cock until she bottomed out. She grew tighter as she moaned before yelling “Ah Oppa I’m cumming,” and her climax hit her like a ton of bricks. When she recovers her eyes fill with desire as she says to me.

“I’m going to ride you till you cum Oppa,” Jiheon said as her body language became more confident and alluring. I watched her roll her hips over my crotch, causing the most intense friction and pulling from her pussy as it clenched my dick.

“You’re so hot when you ride me Heonie,” I moaned and her radiant eye smile returned elated by the praise I gave her. I turned to check on Chaehyun who was in the corner furiously masturbating to us. I knew I’d have to drop a load into her creamy pussy after Jiheon got me off.

I felt a soft hand guide my vision back to Jiheon as she said, “Look at how well I take your cock Oppa focus on me.” I watched as she took me in and out of her as she continued to roll her hips over mine. The wet sounds of our sex sliding, and grinding on each other only made me harder. Then Jiheon began to bounce her tight ass on my cock and begins saying “cum for me Oppa! Please I need it. I’ll be your good girl if you cum for me right now,” as her, pleas continued my body gave in her need demands as I exploded into her tight walls. She screamed as she came again before passing out next to me. I smiled at her but with how hard I still was there was one more thing I needed to attend to. I lay next to Jiheon for a moment trying to calm down because if I stayed at the level I was currently at I was going to break Chaehyun, which I didn’t want to do.

“Oh fuck please take me again. I need your cock so bad Dino. Please tear my pussy up. I need you.” Chaehyun moaned luridly. Erasing all my doubts. I got up and walked over to her watch as she ducked herself so desperately.

“My Greedy Girl you couldn’t wait could you,” I ask as seeing her so vulnerable and vulgar awakened something dormant.

“No, I need you to breed me. My pussy needs your cum I need it,” Chaehyun moans as she continues.

“You’re my favorite little cumslut. I say before burying myself into her creamy snatch. Chaehyun moans as I bury myself in her. I thrust into her violently as she lewdly stares into my eyes. I kiss her as I go deeper and deeper inside of her. My dick ravages the confines of her velvety smooth pussy. Her slick covered my cock and encouraged me to be rougher with her pliable and plump body. I devour her tits as she yells for me to be rougher and more aggressive with her as her nails dig into my bay as she tries to get some reprieve from her rough pounding but I only go harder.

She moans and then cums finally triggering my second orgasm. I cum inside her. Chaehyun attempts to push me off but I keep thrusting inside of her. I pick her up and then move her to the bed where Jiheon has started up again. I lay Chaehyun on top of Jiheon and I pull out of Chaehyun to dive into Jiheon. My is blank only focused on my pleasures and fucking two more loads into both of them as I alternate between their pussies. Their moans drive me wild as I find a vicious pace. I unload my next load into Chaehyun who moans overstimulated and sensitive. So for the next hour, I focused on Jiheon and her body the softness was exquisite, and her cute whimpers drove me wild as I fought the urge to devour her but kept myself in check until she fully let go and told me to “ram her tight pussy till I exploded in her,” so I did exactly that triggering her second peak and my fourth. As she passed out with Chaehyun I stared at my hard cock refusing to reduce himself or go down. I needed them both but I wanted to respect their boundaries. So I passed out on the couch.

I woke up sometime later to an unfamiliar sensation. When my eyes adjusted I looked down to see Jiheon’s lips wrapped around my cock. She smiled her eyes wide with lust,

“You were wild last night. I loved it. I saw you were still hard so I had to taste you,” she said as she broke off from my cock long enough to talk to me,” I turn over to see Chaehyun slowly getting herself off.

“You two are mine now. My two favorite dorks. My two favorite ranger rejects,” she said as I came in Jiheon’s mouth.

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ssparksflyy · 3 days

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dating jason grace hcs! (ᴗ͈ ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ.ﾟ

pairing jason grace x child of hermes!reader summary based off this request !! an lin manuel as hermes no matter how much i pretend to hate youre iconic and i actually love you

"okokokok" and "lalalala" who ???

people were so surprised when you started dating since youre literal opposites ?!?!

youre so chill and laid back and fun

jason straightens up so quick and salutes if somebody yells attention

but since he's met you, he's definitely relaxed a little more

he's learnt to accept the fact that he can actually relax at times and just enjoy himself ?!?!?!? (shocking, right)

and you were the one who taught him that !!

it honestly started when your first met

cause he was training by himself after lessons had finsihed

you were walking around with your siblings, just passing by and decided to ask him if he wanted to go to the fireworks show that was being held that night ♡

cause like youd seen him around camp before, always helping someone out with someone, and youd be lying if you said you didnt think he was cute 😋 (i sound like a nine year old omg bye)

so what better time to ask than now !

i could lie and say he was super chill about it but lets be honest he was already smitten before you could even finish the question

dropped his sword, face all red and everythinggg 😵‍💫

(you tease him about this now, but he just fights it with a corny "guess you stole my heart" that makes you cringe and roll your eyes yet still smile)

he tried to act all cool and say he'd think about it when in reality he was already getting ready to run to the aphrodite cabin and ask piper for help

i love tlh trio so much i just know jason would be panicking about the whole thing and piper's trying to reassure him + give genuine advice while leo is just messing around 😭

he did manage to get some tips and you ended spending the whole nights talking and laughing instead of actually watching the fireworks ♡♡

he walked you back to your cabin and by then you both established big ol' crushes on each other (aw ya cuties)

the amount of teasing you got from your cabin that night was actually crazy though

you were last to get in that night and entered to a whole chorus of 'oooooo's

a few thrown pillows and 'connor i swear to the gods i will push you off the lava wall-'s later and you were finally able to go to sleep though ♡

the teasing and jokes never stop

even when you (finally) started dating

its your cabin's love language honestly

your younger siblings are OBSESSED with jason

hes actually so good with kids bye

he just 'treats them the way he wished he was treated as a kid :(

his words not mine i dont talk like im giving an anti-bullying assembly

but like he loves playing with them

instant besties !

he even helped them prank you one time :o

he felt so devious doing it good lord

real i was a bad girl i did some bad things yaknow

literally all he did was distract you as your siblings taped a balloon full of water and got a dart pin ready to pop it when you walked into the door

but he was all giggly when the prank succeeded

only for like 5 seconds cause then he was helping you dry off and apologizing

you didnt minddddd, it was fun seeing him act like a "rebel"

okay call me crazy but like trackstar power couple

hermes kids are fast, known fact, evidence? tlt musical said so

and i feel like jupiter/zeus kids would be too!! like moving at the speed of lightning hyperbole... please tell me you see the vision

but like being able to use that as an excuse to get some time away from people... the scandal.

jason telling the group he's with (not necessarily close friends, he knows he can just tell them that he's going out with you) that he's going out for a run

youll be flushed when you return-

when really he's ditching them to go hang out with you

cause this man can NOT say no. he's a people pleaser man it's hardwired into our brains

and they'll think it's normal cause like jasons weird

why question the kid who likes musicals and history

do you see where this is going.

jason taking you to watch opening night of hamilton cause he's been bouncing off the walls for it and really wanted to show you so he'd have someone to talk to about it after :)

it started off fun!!

you were both really enjoying the beginning! well, the first minute and twenty seconds of it at least

cause after that you lost your shit :D

your dad was literally on stage, a few hundred feet away from you, acting as a founding father

the rest of the show you were internally freaking out, questioning everything

jason had no clue, not until you told him during intermission

had the AUDACITY to say "...and thats how you were born" after the traumatizing experience of say no to this

after the show you chased you dad down on the street as he was trying to get 'home'

jason was lowkey giggling the whole time like he was not taking this serious at alllll

but hey he got to meet your dad !!

hermes likes jason, thinks he's a very distinguished gentleman

jason likes hermes, thinks he's pretty good at rapping

at least one of you gained something from that experience

not proofread !

#these are short but i desperately needed to get something out !!#percy jackson #percy jackson x reader #jason grace #jason grace x reader #jason grace x you #heroes of olympus #heroes of olympus x reader #by bells ♡⋆ ࣪.

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superblysubpar · 1 day

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series masterlist | my blog is 18+

chapter summary: A bet is proposed.

the song: honey by halsey

2,563 words | please see the masterlist for general warnings

Hawkins, Indiana - the past

Your fingers tightened around the handlebars, palms damp and grip too loose for your liking. A deep furrow seems permanent between your brows, resting under the cherry red plastic that brought you into this mess. Their words ringing in your ears like a jingle of a commercial - annoying and unable to ignore if you tried.

“What a girl - she needs a helmet to ride a bike?”

And if that comment alone wasn’t bad enough, Steve Harrington had to chime in. Leaning over his own handlebars, smirking, daring you to challenge him.

“What you need it for anyways? Not like you were planning to go down the destroyer. Bet you were just going to Benny’s for ice cream.”

The other boys had snickered, Steve’s smirk grew into a full wattage, cocky, grin. That is until you lifted your chin, kicked up dust directly at him as you turned your bike and said:

“Cute you still call it the destroyer. I’ve been biking down that hill for years. How about I show you and buy you an ice cream cone afterwards Harrington?”

Boys ‘oo’ed’, Steve’s jaw clenched, and your chest filled with some sort of powerful and addicting feeling as you biked towards your lie.

Which now sits in front of you. The legend so aptly named by the Hawkins population of thirteen and under due to it’s sheer height and the gravel that sat below it. A hill way out near the Quarry, it took half the day to bike there and back - if you still had your bike after that is. It was the tallest point in Hawkins aside from a grassy hill teens would sneak away to.

From the top of the destroyer, you could see the whole town, all the way down to the bottom of the Quarry, the road, and where it turned to gravel to lead to the sort of landing at the base of the pit.

It was the point the hill turned to gravel that truly gave the bike killer its name. If one somehow got the courage, or in your case straight up stupidity and false confidence for brains, to decide to go down the hill, your speed by the time you reached the bottom would be too much and the gravel was a relentless enemy.

You’d heard stories of bikes skidding, of scratched up, bruised limbs. There was even a tale of one boy who toppled over his handlebars and popped his shoulder out of place.

And you’d told Steve Harrington you’d been going down it for years.

“Hey.”

His voice was far quieter than you were used to hearing, like he wanted you to have to lean in and listen to what he was about to tell you.

When you turned to tell him you didn’t care for what he had to say, you were shocked to find his cheek pulled between his teeth, wavy hair pushed up at odd angles like he’d run his hands through it a few too many times. Steve wrapped his fingers around his own handlebars tighter, like if his grip was strong enough, yours would be too, straddling his bike next to yours and gulping as he looked down the hill.

“What?” You finally asked, fingers toying with the straps of your helmet.

“I don’t think you should do this…”

As the boys whispered behind you, you frowned and didn’t dare think about how Steve’s voice wobbled a little, like there was some real emotion behind the warning.

Like he cared.

“I’m truly touched you were able to scrounge up enough brain cells to force a thought, but I have never and will never care what you think Steve Harrington.”

That same swelling feeling of triumph filled your chest when the other boys laughed and Steve’s ears started to turn as red as your helmet.

Steve ignored the laughing, voice a twinge stronger than before as he said, “You’re gonna get hurt.”

“I’ve done this hundreds of-“

Steve said your last name, grabbed your handlebars. His golden eyes burning with something as he practically begged you to listen to what he was trying to say.

“You’re being stupid.”

From this close, you could see more freckles along the bridge of his nose, see that his eyes weren’t brown but had a little green in them. You could smell lemonade and sunblock and something about it all made you panic. Made you push him off and add extra bite to your tone, hoping your words stung him.

“Yeah? Well, you’d know all about stupid, Harrington.”

And then you pushed off, the call of your name drowned out by the wind rushing past your ears.

Hawkins, Indiana - the present

Your eyes roll almost in time with Harrison Ford’s. A man who’s currently on the suspended screens because he has some weird thing about a movie with him being on while he��s flirting. Like Harrison’s energy is in the store with him, a guiding wingman.

What a tool.

Eddie’s lips quirk up in a lopsided smirk across from you when your shoulders tense at the shrill giggle to your left. You roll them back, then your head from side to side. Your fingers meet to form the goal post again, elbows sticking to laminated sheets screaming about summer deals and most definitely some sort of residual soda spill.

“So,” a deeper voice than what you know it to typically sound like catches the tail end of the giggle, “If I were to call this number right now-“

“I’m not home, silly,” another forced giggle interrupts.

Eddie sighs when you straighten up again, your teeth snapping at a red vine as you watch the hand reach forward and tuck a perfect blonde ringlet behind an ear, then linger.

“Well,” he leans in, voice stickier than the honey of his eyes, “If you were home…I’d call you.” He taps the tip of her nose with the pad of a finger, then flashes a smile brighter than the overhead fluorescents. “And ask you if you’d be free for a movie tonight?”

Robin snorts next to your ankle behind the counter. Green vest covered shoulders rising as they shake with somewhat silent laughter and her head hides between her knees, tapes scattered on the floor around her.

Your head shakes back and forth in baffled amazement. It’s like an accident - you can’t help but watch the wreck that’s about to-

“And if I were home to answer, I’d tell you to pick me up at 7.”

The red vine falls from your mouth onto the counter, as you watch a little piece of paper leave manicured fingers and slip into the front pocket of his gray polo.

A paper football smacks your nose as Eddie sighs out of his. As her hips sway under tight denim, haloed by the bright sunshine when the trill of the door chimes on her exit, the overpowering scent of vanilla and peaches continues to suffocate.

Steve Harrington turns to you all with a cocky grin. He pulls the digits scrawled in loopy font out of his pocket and nestles it between brown leather and green bills before returning the wallet to his back pocket with a pleased sigh.

“Oh yeah, I’m back.”

And then he high fives the TV.

Not just a tool - a whole box of them.

Steve turns when you snort, eyebrows raised at you as he takes his place behind the counter again.

“Something funny?” He asks, reaching toward your box of red vines.

“Real funny,” you admit, snatching them closer, “That you think anything about that interaction means you’re back.”

Your waist hits the counter as you step out of his reach when he takes another forward with a tilted head. His fingers just miss the red candy when he huffs.

“Enlighten me, babe.”

“Don’t,” you hiss, “Call me babe.”

The counter digs into your back, Steve leans in closer, mint and cedar beginning to overpower the peaches, and you hate that you don’t mind the difference.

Steve’s lips smirk, a freckle just above his top one lifting as he tsks, “Wow. Not gonna even acknowledge my big brain word?”

“Would you like a round of applause, Harrington, for correctly using the word enlighten?”

He grins, he nods, his fingers snatch a piece of the licorice up, “Yeah. Yeah I would.”

You catch the end of the candy, shaking your head with a scoff. “She called you big boy.”

Robin, whom you don’t want to admit you’d forgotten was even behind the counter with you, sighs, loudly.

“Wow. Thanks. I had just forgotten.”

Steve tugs on the candy between the two of you with raised eyebrows and a look of annoyance. “And?”

You tug harder, and Steve dares to take another step closer with it, knuckles brushing yours that lay limply next to thighs almost touching.

“And, that means you didn’t do a thing except let rumors of what’s underneath your too tight Levi’s spread like the rash you’ve probably given to half this town.”

Another tug of the candy, though gentler this time, pulls you closer, plastic crinkling against your abdomen as he proudly whispers, “Not rumors, babe.”

“Call me babe,” you practically growl, “One more time. See what happens.”

“Okay,” Steve tilts his chin in a challenge, fingers twitching on the candy, “Ba-“

The red licorice disappears with a flash of silver metal, snapped between white teeth before it’s waved around dramatically.

“While this is super fun to watch. She’s not wrong Stevie.” Eddie shrugs.

Steve takes a step back, red Nike swoosh flashing as he kicks at thread bare carpet. “Sure. She’s never wrong.”

You have to physically stop yourself from sticking your tongue out at him.

Eddie hoists himself up onto the counter, chain tapping and clanking against things as he gets down just as quickly he sits when you snap your fingers and point to the ground.

He raises his hands in surrender at you, then waves at Steve with a squint of big, brown eyes.

“You’re not back. You barely had to put in any work with that cutie. She was making heart eyes at you from the parking lot, man.”

Steve holds his arms out at his sides, like he’s innocent. “Just because girl’s know I have a sizeable-“

“Ew,” you snap another bite of candy.

“Appendage-” Steve continues, ignoring you.

“You’re sick,” Robin delivers in a monotone from her stack sorting.

“And they know I know what I’m doing with it,” Steve talks over Robin in their well-oiled banter, “Doesn’t mean I don’t have to work hard.” Steve dares to place his fingers over his chest and continue with pride dripping from each word, like he truly believes and is proud to say, “I still have to put in the work to look good, to flirt and think on my feet. I have to pull out the Harrington charm. It’s not my fault I have more than other guys to work with.”

Eddie ponders what Steve is saying thoughtfully, he places his hands behind his back and paces, nodding his head carefully.

“Maybe so,” Eddie sighs dramatically, gesturing with a bow to Steve, “We cannot all be gifted with such well-endowment.”

“I truly hate it here,” Robin says to the ceiling while Steve beams.

You tilt your head at Eddie, trying to figure out where he’s going before he gets there.

He slaps his hands on the counter, metal clanking against glass displaying candy as he proclaims, “I propose a challenge.”

Steve snorts, crossing his arms and leaning against the counter next to you, his elbow nudging yours. “What, like a duel?”

Your eyes roll as you dig your elbow into his, pushing him away.

“Intriguing, but maybe another time. I’m fresh out of jousting materials I’m afraid,” Eddie grins. “No, I think, to really know if you’re back, to prove this,” he waves his hands at the entirety of Steve, “All takes real work and you’re not just coasting on what the good lord gave you, you’d need to use it on someone who’s unsuspecting. Someone,” Eddie purses his lips, “Who isn’t already swooning over the mere thought of you.”

Robin spins, blue eyes alight with intrigue. “Hold on. I’m listening.”

Steve tilts his head, “You want me to get the number of a girl who hates me?”

Robin grins like it’s the best things she’s ever heard, but Eddie shakes his head, tugging on a curl. “No. Too easy. I think you need to sleep with her.”

Your mouth drops open in disbelief and Robin whistles low and slow.

Eddie pretends to hold up a scroll, reading from air in a theatric voice, “I, Eddie Munson, declare that Steve Harrington cannot get the next girl to walk through this door of thy Family Video to have sex with him. The rules shall be that Harrington may only pursue said girl after careful consideration of her un-swoonability by yours truly, and will have one week to prove his charming capabilities. The stakes? One hundred dollars. Does Steve Harrington accept such a bet?”

You scoff, “You’re both not actually making a bet on-“

Steve’s hand slaps into Eddie’s, both boys smirking as they shake on it. Steve waves his other hand in the air, all nonchalant while confidence oozes out of him. “Next girl that walks through that door, I’m going to fuck. Easy.”

“Unbelievable, You’re both unbelievable.” Your words are lost on deaf, egotistical ears.

Eddie nods, he grins with shoulders raised at Steve. “Right. Since you’re back, easy peasy.”

“Her ass and tits will be squeez-ied.”

Robin boos, cupping a hand around her mouth.

You gesture to her, “That? That’s what you finally have a problem with?”

Robin shrugs, grinning, “I’m off the clock in one minute. Then he’s your problem.” She looks at Eddie, “Still able to give me a ride home?”

Eddie nods, “I am but only the ladies driver,” he turns to you with a snap, “Speaking of, think you left your vest in my van, doll.”

“Oh shit, thanks,” you bounce around the counter as Robin heads into the back. The door chimes as you squint into the late afternoon summer sun, sneakers kicking pebbles on the way to Eddie’s van, when it hits you. Suddenly. Wonderfully. Beautifully.

Your vest is sitting on the counter next to your red vines.

You spin, gravel crunching beneath your heels as you look at the front of the store.

Heavy steps thud against the ground as you race towards it, meeting a frantic Steve at the set of glass double doors.

He grips the handles, wild eyes and shaking his head no, as he holds them closed and you tug to open them, grinning.

Eddie bows behind Steve as Robin cackles.

“What’s the matter Harrington,” you call through the doors, enjoying the way his jaw pulses, “Why can’t I come inside? Enlighten me.”

Steve’s gaze traces your face, it lingers on your smile before it meets your eyes.

A challenge in both sets of glares, neither of you willing to back down.

He let’s his hands fall from the handles and rest on his hips as the chime trills overhead with your step inside.

You bat your eyelashes, you press the back of your hand to your forehead and pretend to faint against the glass.

“Good luck, big boy.”

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Conquer

Part 2 of 5

Series Masterlist

Series Summary: The king intends to take a bride. You just never thought it would be you. (Soulmate AU where Loki won)

Chapter Summary: It’s no surprise that Loki has a gift for talking dirty and you wish that it didn’t work as well as it does. You wish that—for example—it were a little more challenging for him to talk you into letting him get you off in the limo on your way to a gala event hosted by the Swedish government.

Pairing: Loki x Female Reader

Chapter Warnings: Smut, 18+, Minors DNI, enemies to lovers, dirty talk, praise kink, edging, teasing, p in v sex, vaginal fingering, orgasm delay, semi-public sex, light Dom/sub. (see series masterlist for series warnings)

A/N: I realize that the GIF I'm using for this chapter is TVA!Loki, but the attitude is very much in keeping with this chapter, so I decided to forgo accuracy in favor of thirst. Also, you may be thinking "Part 2 of 5? I thought this was going to be 3 chapters!" Me too. Welcome to what it's like being in my brain: even I don't know what's going on here.

The wedding night isn’t the end of the sex, of course.

The immediate, sharp need for your first coupling is gone, but there’s a dull and persistent ache that keeps you coming back to his bed every night (and several times during the day). Loki is equally ravenous, if not more so.

While you’ve come to terms with the fact that you’re going to fuck him, you still don’t like being the one to initiate sex. It sounds silly, but it feels like admitting to a vulnerability that you’re not prepared to acknowledge, let alone act on.

The problem is that your sex drive has skyrocketed since the wedding.

You’ve heard about this happening—the saying soulbonds are meant to be consummated, but some are more thorough than others didn’t come out of nowhere. You just didn’t think it would be a problem for you, especially once you found out who your soulmate was.

You were wrong about this, of course—you are constantly horny. Your mind is a cineplex of perversion, constantly playing memories of the times that he has fucked you, ways he might fuck you next, his hands, his lips, his tongue, his annoyingly perfect cock. It makes you want to run your brain through the washing machine, like a couple of Tide pods and an extra rinse cycle might fix this.

But the part that drives you crazy is that he always seems to know when you’re in these moods and he always manages to claim the upper hand. It is—like so many things with Loki—profoundly irritating.

It’s all physical—your conversations are limited to the mundane or the utterly filthy. It’s no surprise that Loki has a gift for talking dirty and you wish that it didn’t work as well as it does. You wish that—for example—it were a little more challenging for him to talk you into letting him get you off in the limo on your way to a gala event hosted by the Swedish government.

You can feel his gaze caressing your body as you walk down the stairs to meet him. Your dress is gold and glittery, and hugs your curves while the slit sneaks just high enough that you know the fashion blogs will call it daring. You keep your eyes on your feet and your hand on the railing as you navigate the stairs in your heels. Normally, Loki would comment on that—something about how you needed proper education in comportment, you were a queen, queens don’t stare at their feet, people expected elegance, blah, blah, blah. Tonight, though, he’s silent as he takes you in, which you know means that he’s particularly enchanted by how you look. For a brief moment, you allow yourself to feel sexy and confident, to enjoy the fact that the most powerful man on the planet has been rendered speechless by how you look.

Are you ridiculously horny? Sure, but you’ve got it under control. You can hold out for an evening and you’re pretty sure Loki hasn’t figured it out. If he had, he almost certainly would have said something inappropriate when he offered you his arm. He’s probably going to be distracted by the gala anyway. Why had you ever doubted yourself?

When the two of you get into the limo, you remember why.

The moment the door shuts behind you, Loki is pulling you close, his hands cupping your breasts and then sliding down to your thighs while his lips latch on to the spot where your neck and shoulder meet.

“What are you doing?” you ask, as though his intentions are in any way unclear.

“You need to come. I can smell you.” He’s hiking up the fabric of your dress.

Well. So much for him not noticing.

Your cunt clenches. “We’re in public.”

“Those windows are tinted and the partition is up.” His breath is warm on your neck as the fabric of your dress pools around your waist.

“I can still wait.”

“Oh, I don’t think you can.” His fingers slip between your legs (when did you spread your legs for him?), gently grazing the gusset of your underwear, which you know is embarrassingly wet. “Soaked already,” he breathes, rubbing your clit through the thin fabric. “You need to come.”

“I-I c-can—I can wait until—oh fuck.”

He pushes the fabric of your underwear aside and lightly teases your clit with the tip of his finger.

“You can’t,” he rasps, lightly nipping at your earlobe. “You’re such a greedy, needy little thing. Your cunt is insatiable.”

He presses his first three fingers together and rubs your clit in a big, broad circle that makes your back arch.

“Fuck,” you breathe, your hands flexing against the seat. “Fuck, just like that.”

“I thought you said you could wait?” he says with that mocking lilt to his voice, the one that makes you simultaneously want to punch him in the face and also ride him hard and fast and a little rough.

“Shut up,” you grit out.

He laughs low in your ear. “Oh, you don’t mean that, I know you love it when I talk you through it.”

You hate that he’s right.

“You love hearing about how tight and wet you are, how hard I am for you.” He drops his voice lower. “How hard I’m going to fuck you.”

You can’t help the quiet moan that falls from your lips.

“Yes, you love it when I talk to you like this,” he purrs. “And I love hearing what an utterly filthy, wicked girl you are.”

You whimper, despite your best efforts to keep quiet.

“Oh, I like that little noise,” he says, increasing his pace ever so slightly. “Let me hear you.”

“I hate you so much.”

You’ve said this to him before and like all the other times, he simply laughs. “Hate me all you like, darling, but you and I both know that you love what I do to you.”

You bite your lip and try to focus on the pleasure that’s rising in your hips.

“Has anyone ever made you come as hard as I do?” he muses, like he’s just making casual conversation. “From the way that you scream and beg for it, I imagine that there haven’t been very many that were capable. Your cunt has quite clearly been neglected.”

You’re going to ignore what he’s saying. That’s what you’re going to do. There’s no reason to listen to any of what he’s saying.

“The truth is that you need me, don’t you?” he says, nipping at your ear. “You need me because I know exactly what to do to sate your needy little cunt. I know exactly how to make you scream.”

You hate how close you are, hate how the impending rush of your orgasm has basically rendered you speechless, save for a few incoherent whimpers.

He brings his lips close to your ear, lowering his voice to a growl. “What would those pitiful Midgardians say if they knew their queen was such a needy little slut?”

Instead of delivering a stern rebuke, you come hard. Incredibly hard—it is arguably one of the most intense orgasms he’s given you yet, blazing through your body with a ferocity that leaves you shaking in its wake.

And he notices.

“Oh, you liked that, didn’t you?” he purrs as he rubs you through the aftershocks. “I felt how hard you came, how utterly desperate you are for me to fuck you.”

“Loki, please,” you breathe.

He tugs at your underwear. “Take this off.”

Your first instinct is to challenge him, but the fabric is now uncomfortably damp and you desperately need him to fuck you, so you lift your hips and slide your underwear down and off your legs without any complaint. He takes it from you and sticks it in his pocket.

You expect to hear the clink of his belt buckle followed by his silky smooth voice ordering you to sink down on his unfairly perfect cock. Even though you’ve just come, you want more. You always do with him.

(You decide not to think too much about that last part).

Instead, though, he smooths his hair and settles back into his seat, looking out the window. After a moment, you clear your throat expectantly.

He glances at you, utterly casual. “What is it?”

Your eyes narrow. He’s playing dumb and you both know it.

“You made me take off my underwear,” you say, biting back a sharper reply.

“I did.”

“So…fuck me.”

He gives an amused little chuckle that makes your palm itch to slap him. “Darling, we’re in public, that would be unseemly.”

You roll your eyes before you can stop yourself. “You’re full of it.”

His gaze turns smoldering and stern. “And if you want to be full of my cock later tonight, you’ll change your attitude.”

You’re not sure if it’s the absence of underwear that makes you feel more aroused than usual or if he’s awakened some latent perversion you were previously unaware of. Possibly, it’s both.

Your breath hitches and he smiles like he knows he has the upper hand.

“Do you want that?” he says. “Do you want me to fill your tight little cunt with my big cock?”

You’re so far gone that you find yourself nodding before the thought of being contrary can even cross your mind.

“Well, then,” he says, flicking an invisible speck of dust from his tuxedo jacket, “you’re going to have to earn it.”

You huff out an irritated sigh and yank the skirt of your dress back down. “You’re an ass,” you say with a scowl.

“And you’re going to do exactly as I tell you or you won’t be coming at all.”

You stare at him, lips parted in the start of a complaint.

“And however much your pretty cunt is aching right now, I imagine it will be twice as worse tomorrow with no release,” he says. “If I’m feeling generous, of course. I could always make you wait longer.”

You close your mouth, biting back the urge to scowl.

He smirks. “That’s my good girl.”

Your cunt throbs. By the end of the night, your thighs will surely be sticky with your own arousal.

“This is unfair,” you grumble, crossing your arms and sitting back in your seat.

“Behave,” he says as you approach a rather impressive set of gates. “We’re almost there.”

A flick of his wrist sends seidr racing along your skin, smoothing your hair, straightening your dress, and fixing the smudge of lipstick at the corner of your mouth.

Your underwear remains in his pocket.

You have a feeling it’s going to be a long evening.

The Minister for Finance is giving a presentation. You’re not entirely sure that you would have been able to follow it under normal circumstances, but certainly not with Loki’s hand up your dress.

The two of you are seated at your own table—it’s one of the more stupid formalities he insists on, though you suppose it’s advantageous in this instance. His actions are obscured by the table and tablecloth and probably a little magic, but your heart is still racing with the thrill of it. His movements have been slow and deliberate, and the result is that he’s effectively been edging you for the duration of this forty-five minute presentation.

It feels incredible; it’s agony. You love it; you hate it.

“You’re being a very good girl,” Loki murmurs to you at one point and that alone nearly sends you over the edge.

“You’re a jackass,” you whisper back to him.

He chuckles. “If you want me to let you come once we get home, I’d suggest changing your tone, my love.”

You resist the urge to scowl, but only barely. “You made me come in the limo over here because you said I couldn’t wait,” you point out. “What happened to that philosophy?”

“It was supplanted by a desire to see what happens when I tease you for several hours.” A wicked smile curls at his lips. “Besides, I love how tight and desperate your cunt feels when I make you beg for me.”

You always come hardest when he makes you beg for him. You’d never admit it, though.

“I’d think you’d be more concerned about getting caught,” you say. “What do you think that would do to your image?”

“Oh, I think it would do wonders for my image,” he says. “Attentively tending to my wife’s needs despite potential social embarrassment? It’s rather feminist of me, don’t you think?”

“Okay, first of all, that is not what femini—” Your voice cuts out as he rolls his finger in a particularly devastating circle.

“What was that, my love?” he asks, voice thick with faux concern, his true intent easily betrayed by his shit eating grin. “You seem distracted.”

You’re not entirely sure if you’re tensing your muscles in anticipation of an orgasm or in an effort to stave it off. “You’re awful.”

His voice drops. “But I’m making you feel so very good, aren’t I?”

You take a deep breath, trying to soothe the tightening knot in your belly, even as your body is begging you to rush toward it.

“Aren’t I?” His tone turns stern and you hear the implied order loud and clear.

“Yes,” you bite out.

“Yes what?”

You swallow. You’re starting to get close, closer than he’s let you get so far. “Yes, you’re making me feel good.”

He smirks. “You’re getting close, aren’t you?”

You nod, taking another deep breath through your nose. Keep it together.

“I could let you come,” he muses. “Everyone’s watching the presentation. You could be quiet, couldn’t you?” His pace increases just slightly, enough for you to start to feel the tempting, shimmery tendrils of release. “Do you want that, lovely?”

It’s not a good idea, but you nod anyway.

“I had no idea you were so filthy.” His fingers are massaging your clit more firmly and you bite back a gasp because you know it won’t be long. You’re trying to keep a straight face, but you’re struggling. You are so deliciously close.

“Are you going to come for me?” he asks quietly. He knows the answer.

You nod, not trusting your voice.

But just as you’re about to start to tip over the edge, Loki’s hand retreats and the building pressure in your hips diminishes back to that steady, throbbing ache just as the Minister for Finance concludes his presentation.

Loki is smirking like he expected this. “Ah. Unfortunate timing.”

You may kill him.

“You did that on purpose, you ass,” you hiss at him.

“Oh, you’ll thank me for it later,” he says, his voice dropping low.

You scowl at him, though you suspect he’s probably right.

You get a slight reprieve during dinner, but only in the sense that Loki’s hand is no longer up your dress. Your aching arousal remains, coating the inside of your thighs. Your heartbeat seems to be pulsing in your clit, the muscles of your cunt aching as they clench repeatedly around nothing.

While his hand is no longer up your dress, Loki continues to be as unhelpful as possible.

“Shall I let you unravel on my tongue?” he murmurs to you during the main course. “Or do you need my cock first?”

“I think you need to stop talking,” you say as evenly as you can muster.

“Whatever for?” he asks with the sort of feigned innocence that tells you he knows exactly what he’s doing. “Surely you’re not concerned that I’m going to make you come simply by telling you what I want to do to you.”

You take a slow sip of your water.

“Or perhaps that idea appeals to you?” he asks, dropping his voice even lower. “Do you want me to make you come in front of all of these people?”

There’s something about the idea that’s admittedly appealing in a taboo sort of way, though you aren’t quite sure you actually want to pursue it or if you’re just so desperate that even objectively bad ideas sound good.

“Truly, I doubt you could keep quiet,” he says. “You and I both know how much you like to scream for me and I’ve been teasing you for what, three hours now? But perhaps that’s what you want. You were about to come for me earlier. Perhaps you want them all to know what a needy little sl—ah, Stefan! So good to see you again.”

Loki has seamlessly directed his attention to the Swedish official who has approached your table. His ability to be charming and personable is irritating, particularly when he’s often been uttering absolute filth to you mere seconds before. Meanwhile, your brain has completely short circuited—your thoughts stopped being anywhere near coherent when he started touching you under the table during that presentation and your cunt is pulsing. You manage a polite smile and a pleasantly vague expression that you hope hides the fact that all you can think about is Loki throwing you down on the table and fucking you until you can’t walk straight and you’ve screamed yourself hoarse.

“You conducted yourself quite well,” Loki says softly once the man leaves. “I’d never have guessed that you’re hiding such a needy, sloppy cunt under that dress.”

You take a deep breath. “What’s to stop me from slipping off somewhere and taking care of things myself?”

His eyes flash a little dangerously and you hate how much it thrills you. “If you do that, I’ll see to it that you don’t come for a week. At least.”

You are irritated with him, certainly, but you are far more irritated with yourself for being even remotely aroused by his words.

“You’re insufferable,” you hiss instead.

Loki smirks and leans in to whisper in your ear. “We’ll see how you feel a few hours from now when I’m buried in your tight cunt.” His breath ghosts over your ear and it takes everything in you not to shiver. “I suspect I’ll find you much more agreeable. You always are when you need to be fucked.” His voice drops even lower. “And I know how much you need it.”

Your legs are shaking and you wonder how you’re going to make it through the rest of the evening.

You almost come during the concert.

It was probably easier for them to set up the orchestra on the same stage as the presentation, but it means that you’re still sitting at the same table as before, which gives Loki more than enough cover to continue touching you. His hand is creeping back up your dress before the oboe even plays the tuning note and while he’s still going slowly, it’s been four and a half hours and your body is aching for release in a way you have rarely felt.

His fingertip skates across your clit just a little too quickly and firmly and suddenly, you’re poised right on the edge. One more stroke of his fingers, just one more slight movement and you’ll come.

It’s a split second decision, so quick you can scarcely think twice about it. You desperately want to come, but even though you almost let it happen earlier, you know that a stifled public orgasm isn’t really what you want. You want him to hear you scream—you don’t want to hold back.

And you want to be good for him. You want him to reward you for being good, you want to be his good girl—

You shake your head to dismiss that thought and grab his wrist in a silent warning. Quickly, he moves his hand away, sliding it to your knee. Your cunt shudders and aches, the pulsing throb of your arousal even stronger than before.

He brushes his lips against your ear. “Oh, very good, darling. You’ll be rewarded for that.”

“You could reward me now and take me home,” you say pointedly, though it would probably be more effective if your voice wasn’t so shaky.

He chuckles, draping his arm around your shoulders. Every so often, you’ve seen a candid photo of the two of you in People or one of the other celebrity magazines and you’re always taken aback by how normal you look. You imagine that it would be the same if someone were to take a photo right now—you’d look like just another couple cuddling and canoodling instead of…whatever it is you actually are. Soulmates who hate each other but fuck like it’s their job and the rent is due? There’s no easy way to classify your relationship, which you suppose is for the best: this is not the sort of thing that should be common enough to have its own word.

“We still have quite a bit to go.” He brings his index finger—the same one that had just been up your dress—up to his lips and closes his eyes like he’s tasting something divine. “Norns, I can taste how desperate you are.”

You cross your legs in the hope that it will alleviate the pulsing ache between your thighs (it doesn’t). “You’re not helping.”

“Of course I’m not,” he says. “I told you, I want you begging for me by the end of the night.”

“How have I not already exceeded that threshold?”

He smirks. “I like to be thorough.”

Five minutes later, his hand is back between your thighs.

“Let’s try that again,” he murmurs. “Do you think you’ll be able to resist a second time?”

Somehow, you do—and two more times after that. By the end of the concert, your heart is pounding, your legs feel like rubber, your cunt is dripping, and you’d easily sell your soul for an orgasm.

“You’re doing so well, darling,” says Loki. He’s been full of praise and filthy promises and you can’t decide if that makes it better or worse.

“Can we please go home?”

He chuckles. “Of course not, that would be rude.”

“I have a hard time believing you’re concerned about rudeness, considering where your hands have been this evening,” you say with a pointed look.

“You wound me.” He stands and offers you his hand. You take it grudgingly, your legs wobbling slightly. “Now. Come help me charm the Minister for Defense. I need him to be much more cooperative about sharing intelligence.”

The only good thing about schmoozing with Swedish officials is that Loki can’t have his hand up your dress while doing so. Even so, he still finds ways to be constantly touching you—a hand on your lower back, your elbow, your shoulder, your waist. These things shouldn’t be erotic, but he somehow manages to make them so. Every brush of his fingers against your bare skin is agony: you are burning for him.

You watch the clock tick through another hour and a half while trying not to let anyone on to the fact that you’re keen to leave. Time feels like it’s dragging—even when the event officially ends, it still takes another thirty-seven minutes for you to say your farewells and make your way out to the front where your limo is waiting.

Your legs are shaking as Loki helps you into the limo. He slides into the seat next to you and you find yourself leaning into him, unable to resist any longer.

The door shuts.

“Loki—” you start to say.

“When we get home,” he says promptly.

“You can’t possibly—”

“Oh, I can.” He pulls you into his lap. “I’ve been hard for you all evening,” he purrs in your ear, settling you so that the thick column of his cock presses hard against your ass. “Do you know how many times I nearly dragged you off to some empty room to take you up against the wall?” He brings his mouth down against your neck, teeth pressing against your skin just hard enough to almost hurt. You tilt your head to the side to give him better access, guiding his hands to your spread thighs.

“Do you know why I didn’t?” he murmurs against your skin.

“Because you make terrible choices?” you say before you can think it through.

His low laugh rumbles deliciously against your throat. “No.” His hands slip underneath the hem of your dress, fingertips skating along the tender skin of your inner thigh. Your hips roll forward almost unconsciously, your breath hitching.

“I didn’t because I know that you need to scream for me,” he says. “Just as much as I need to hear you.” His fingertip grazes your slit. “And you know that we can’t do that properly in the car.” His finger strokes your clit and you moan. “Poor thing,” he murmurs, tracing a slow circle over the sensitive skin. “I don’t think that I’ve ever made you this wet.”

“Loki—”

“I’m not giving you permission to come yet,” he murmurs, adding just a little more pressure. “I need you to be good for just a little longer.”

You let out a whine that you’re not at all proud of as he moves his hand away to gently massage your inner thighs. “Loki, please.”

“Be good.” His voice promises pleasure and punishment and everything in between and you feel drunk with desire.

“I’ve been so good,” you say, bringing his hand back to your cunt. “Please just let me come.”

“When we get home.”

“Just once. Please.”

He chuckles and brings his lips up to your ear. “You know that I’m going to take care of you,” he murmurs, his voice low and soothing. “You know I always take care of your needy cunt. I always make you come. You just need to wait a little longer.”

“I need to come now.”

“Think about how good it’s going to feel if you wait just a little longer.”

“It would feel good now.”

“It will feel even better in our bed.” He rolls his fingers in a slow circle on your clit. “You know it will.”

You whimper, rolling your hips with his hand.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this desperate,” he says. “I’m rather partial to it.”

“Don’t get used to it,” you grumble.

“Oh, I’d advise you watch your tone, darling,” he says low in your ear, sliding a finger inside you, his thumb taking up the rhythm on your clit. “I don’t want to deny you, but I may have to if you keep being so pert.”

As if to make a point, he slides another finger inside of you and you find yourself once again on the edge. You grab his wrist, your breath coming in shallow gasps as you try to hold back the rising tide within you.

“Oh, good fucking girl,” he growls and the pride in his voice makes your cunt clench hard on his retreating fingers. “You want to come so badly, but you’re being so good waiting for my permission.”

“God, this had better be worth it,” you say as you wait for the pulsing ache between your thighs to recede.

“It will be,” he murmurs against your neck. “You know it will be.” He shifts you in his lap so you face him and guides your hand to his cock. “Do you feel how hard you’ve made me? I’m aching for you.”

You rub his shaft, working your way up to catch the tab of his zipper between your fingers. He looks at you, eyes hungry, a smirk curling at his lips.

Slowly, you pull down the zipper.

“Oh you wicked thing,” he purrs, a low groan escaping him as you wrap your hand around his shaft and slowly begin stroking him. He’s rock hard and throbbing, and your hand quickly grows slick with his precome.

You lean in, brushing your lips against his ear. “I want you to fuck me,” you say, flicking your tongue against his earlobe.

He chuckles. “Are you trying to flip the tables on me, darling?”

You’re a little miffed that he figured that out so quickly. “Would that be so bad if I was?”

He laughs again. “You’re adorable.” He slides a hand along your inner thigh and back under your dress. “But I think we both know who’s really in charge here.”

Even the possibility of his hand touching your cunt has your breath quickening and your hand faltering in its rhythm on his cock.

You’re not about to admit defeat, though.

“Don’t you want to fuck me?” you say, trying to keep the quaver out of your voice. You give his cock a few long, indulgent strokes. “We’re nearly there already. All I’d need to do is move a little closer.”

He chuckles, his hand sliding up to lightly tease your folds. “I would have made you warm my cock the whole ride back,” he says casually, like he’s commenting on the weather, “but I don’t think you could have done it without coming. You’re too sensitive.”

Your lips part like you have something to say, but all rational thought and the entirety of the English language has fled your brain and even more arousal is pooling between your legs.

Loki smirks like he knows all of this and he briefly strokes you from your entrance to your clit before withdrawing. “Ah, we’re nearly home,” he says, moving your hand away and patting your thigh before tucking himself back into his trousers. “Let’s make ourselves presentable, shall we?”

You climb off his lap and straighten your dress, but don’t even bother trying to fix your hair or makeup. You stumble out of the car a minute later, hoping that you don’t look like you’ve spent the entire evening poised on the brink of orgasm.

Loki, of course, is annoyingly put together. He wraps an arm around your waist and leads you forward.

“Oh, the things I’m going to do to you when we get to our rooms,” he says under his breath as you make your way into the foyer.

“That had better be a promise,” you say.

“I thought we established that I’m the one who gives you orders—”

“We established nothing—”

One of his advisors—Sigurd, the same one who spoke to you in the hotel when he found you—is approaching Loki at a brisk clip.

“Your majesty—”

Loki barely takes his eyes off of you. “Later,” he says, waving a hand in Sigurd’s direction.

“Sire, it’s urgent.”

Your heart sinks. Loki stops and turns to Sigurd, eyes sharp, mouth pulled into a firm line. “It had better be.”

Despite the intensity of Loki’s expression, Sigurd looks unbothered and remarkably calm. “We received new intelligence on the matter you inquired about earlier, your majesty.”

Loki’s expression darkens and you realize with a sinking sensation that he has to go deal with whatever this is. “A moment,” he says to Sigurd before turning to you.

He lowers his voice so that only you can hear him. “Go to our rooms,” he murmurs. “I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

You nod and he leans in, brushing his lips against your temple. “Be good for me.”

A thrill runs through you.

By the time you get back to your rooms, though, you’re a little annoyed. He’s been teasing you for hours and when you finally get home, he suddenly has another work thing?

It would almost be funny if it wasn’t so frustrating.

Though admittedly, he did look pretty surprised and annoyed by Sigurd’s sudden appearance. It’s probably not fair to blame him for that.

Probably.

You take your time getting undressed, mainly in the hope that it will somehow hasten his return or trick you into thinking time is passing quickly. Not that you’re looking forward to him returning for any reason other than sex. You still hate him—you just really need him to fuck you. That’s all it is.

You hesitate for a long time over the collection of silk nightgowns in your wardrobe. Should you put something on? Should you just wait naked on the bed? A silky green number catches your eye. He’d probably like that. He’s pretty predictable when it comes to that sort of thing—put on his colors and he goes feral. With any luck you won’t be wearing it for very long, but you might as well do what you can to facilitate that outcome.

You contemplate underwear and decide there’s little point, given that tonight’s set is still tucked into his pocket.

You situate yourself in the middle of your bed and try not to think about your throbbing cunt. It would be so easy to get yourself off, but you know that it won’t be as good.

You need him.

You try to ignore the thought. It’s just physical. That’s all it is. You’re on edge from being teased all evening. It doesn’t mean anything.

You wait.

It’s late when you finally hear the door click open, followed by the tap of his dress shoes on the floor.

You sit up in bed, your eyes roving greedily over him. His suit jacket is gone and his tie is draped around his neck, shirtsleeves rolled up. You are loath to admit it, but it’s incredibly hot.

Before you can even get any words out, he’s striding across the room, eyes hungrier than you’ve ever seen them. His clothes disappear the second he hits the bed, followed swiftly by your nightgown. Seconds later, he’s on top of you, mouth seeking yours, cock pressing insistently against your stomach. Your hands are just as greedy, skimming up his back and combing through his hair.

“Have you been good for me?” he murmurs as he nudges your thighs apart.

“Yes.”

“Did you touch yourself?” he asks, his voice stern.

“No,” you say.

He knows you’re not lying and the hungry smile he gives you almost makes it all feel worth it. “Good girl,” he growls. “Do you want me to fuck you now?”

“Yes,” you say breathlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist as he drags his cock through your slickness. “Please.”

He chuckles as he lines himself up at your entrance. “I know, darling, I’m going to take such good care of you.”

Your cunt is so slick and sensitive from his hours of teasing that just the act of him sliding inside of you feels like you’ve reached your own personal nirvana.

“Oh, fuck.” Your voice comes out in a whimper and your legs tighten around his waist to hold him in place because he feels so overwhelmingly good.

Loki lets out a low groan as he eases inside you, catching his lower lip between his teeth as his brow furrows. “Perfect.” He leans in to kiss you as he starts to move. His first thrust is slow but even so, it draws a whimper from your throat. He’s always felt good, but this is transcendent.

“Oh god, please don’t stop,” you gasp.

“I won’t, my love.” His voice is tender as he moves with an aching, slow precision. “Not until you’ve had your fill.”

For the first time this evening, you let down your guard. Every time he’s touched you tonight—even before the gala in the limo—you’ve had to hold back to some degree. You haven’t been able to give into it, to let yourself be completely unbound and unguarded. But now when he’s moving inside of you, you have the freedom to just be and feel and it’s exquisite. Every thrust of his hips, every reverent caress of his hands, every sigh or groan is an opportunity to discover a new kind of heaven.

“You were magnificent tonight,” he murmurs, sliding his hand between your bodies to rub your clit. “Even with my fingers playing with your pretty cunt under the table, you looked every inch a queen. My queen.”

He’s never talked to you like this before and it makes your body sing. You arch, rolling your hips with him as the building wave inside you rises impossibly high, as though every orgasm you almost had this evening is starting to arrive all at once. The tension in your hips is equally fantastic and unbearable, a supernova of sensation that may destroy and remake you all at once.

“Filthy girl, I can tell you’re getting close,” he purrs, tilting his hips so he hits the spot that makes you tremble. “You act so prim and proper in public, but it takes so very little to turn you into my perfect little slut when I get you alone.”

You are approaching the peak, the whirling center of the storm building inside you. “Loki—please, I can’t, I’m gonna—”

“That’s it, darling. Soak my cock like a good girl.”

You always come the hardest when he’s inside you and this is no exception. The pressure in your hips is suddenly and spectacularly ablaze with a shimmering euphoria that draws a raw and primal moan deep from inside your chest. You are a fountain of sparks, all the tension and desire of the evening finally reaching its apex. You have yearned for this all night and the resulting blaze is spectacular.

His pace is still slow, but Loki’s eyes are wild and you get the sense that his composure is hanging by a thread. Though his eyes occasionally flutter shut as your cunt convulses around him, his gaze is locked on you in a kind of wonder.

“Do you have any idea how good you feel when you come on my cock?” he rasps.

Even in the throes of utter bliss, you need to hear his voice. “Tell me.”

“I would create entire worlds and walk through the fires of their destruction just to feel you come.”

You shudder out a sigh. “More.”

He picks up his pace just slightly. “I would flatten mountains and raise valleys and reverse the currents.”

“More.”

He’s hitting that aching spot inside you again and the rolling tremors of the aftershocks are starting to coalesce into another building wave. You moan and his hand moves back to your clit, slick fingers pressing and rolling in just the way you need.

His eyes shine, bright with lust as his hips and fingers work diligently to unravel you again. “I would take down the stars and bring the heavens to the earth…”

His words are making you dizzy and his movements are coaxing the pressure inside of you into a cyclone that you know is going to take you down.

“Loki, please.” These are the only words you know because your entire world is him moving inside of you, inevitable as the sunrise, the architect of the heavenly destruction and renewal that is building and building in your hips.

He shifts so his weight is entirely on his elbows, bringing his lips up against your ear so you don’t miss a single word. “I would lay my crown at your feet and forsake my name…just to feel you come on my cock.”

The coil in your hips snaps and unfurls into a starry, sparkling oblivion that has you crying out his name over and over like he’s your ending and beginning, the center of your universe. Your eyes are shut against the onslaught of intense sensation, but you can feel him reaching the blissful height he’d been speaking of. He groans and slurs out a few incoherent oaths before succumbing to you and filling your pulsing cunt with his hot release.

His mouth is on yours and he’s kissing you like he means it as he slows to a halt. You lie together for a long moment, hearts beating wildly against each other.

This felt different than other times. There was an intensity there that had nothing to do with the sex. You don’t know what that means, other than it’s definitely not any kind of feelings for him. It must be something else. You’re certain it’s something else.

“I didn’t realize I’d be called away upon our return.”

You’re so distracted by your thoughts that the sound of his voice startles you slightly.

“Oh, um, yeah, I figured…it seemed unexpected,” you say.

He lifts his head to look at you, green eyes intent. “Trust that there are very few things that could have pulled me away from you in that moment.”

He’s being sincere. It’s not what you expect and that scares you a little, though you can’t quite articulate why. The idea that he would care whether you thought he’d intentionally extended your wait hadn’t even occurred to you. You don’t really know this side of him.

“So, it wasn’t like…making a proclamation designating June National Peanut Butter Month.” You know you’re deflecting, but you don’t know what else to do.

He frowns. “That can’t possibly be a real thing.”

You shrug. “It might be. Lots of governments do stuff like that. Maybe you should consider it.”

His smile is slight, but brief as he stretches and slowly eases out of you. “I will leave that to others.”

There’s a beat of quiet and you suddenly find yourself desperate to fill the silence. “What did they need to talk to you about?”

He looks at you sharply and you wonder if this was the wrong thing to say. Loath as you are to admit it, this conversation has fostered a flicker of warmth between you, a fact you only notice now because of its sudden absence.

“It’s nothing you need to concern yourself with,” he says as he rolls off of you. It’s not unkind, but it’s also not warm, and the discussion is clearly closed.

Part of you mourns the loss of that little spark of closeness, but a larger, louder part is intent on pretending it never existed in the first place.

“Suit yourself.”

You’re annoyed and you roll off the bed and go about your evening routine with a little more clattering and stomping than is strictly necessary. There’s a lump in your throat that you don’t understand and you’re full of feelings you can’t define. You eventually settle on the bed with your back facing him, glaring at the wall like he can see you.

But then he reaches for you in the darkness, his arms winding around your waist, nose nuzzling against the nape of your neck as he pulls you to his chest. And instead of reading him the riot act, you let him hold you and let yourself relax into his embrace, fingers twining around his. You sleep better like this, you tell yourself. That’s the only reason you’re allowing it. It’s nothing to do with him.

You’ve told yourself that every night since your wedding and every night, it gets a little more difficult to believe.

Next chapter coming soon

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pretty--in--purple · 2 days

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does anyone want to hear the worst iwtv thought i've ever had? spoilers

so yknow how there's been a load of hints this season (and some last season) that claudia won't be killed by sunlight like she was in the book, but will die in a fire? i can't recall every instance right now, but in ep 4 there was her talk w santiago and daniel's question about the theatre, both of which could just be hinting at the fire in general, or could be suggesting that claudia dies in the theatre fire. there's loads more examples that someone else collated, but i can't find that right now. considering armand and louis are together in the present, it seems unlikely louis knows armand killed claudia, so if she died accidentally (or "accidentally") it would make sense for them to possibly have trauma bonded or just stayed together, rather than being torn apart the way they were in the book. again, could just be coincidence, or could be foreshadowing.

but i was watching ep 4 today in the scene where claudia confronts louis about armand and i found myself offhandedly thinking that the embers from louis' photographs were going everywhere, and they could start a fire.

then i stopped fucking DEAD.

because this episode sure focused a lot on the fact that louis is learning to control fire, huh? weird, since it's not a skill we see him use in present day. also showed he's not totally in control of it, and that he gets emotional and sets things on fire. so of course my brain jumped to the worst possible conclusion: what if louis set the theatre on fire and it killed claudia?

now, it's totally possible that, as in the book, louis just sets the theatre on fire in response to claudia's death. but before i could snuff out the terrible thought, another one followed: if he did, does he know?

because to me, there are four options. 1: he didn't kill her and he knows it. boring, basic, as per. 2: he killed her and he doesn't know. armand has mind-wipe powers that he's clearly used on louis, and it seems pretty in-character for him to hide this from louis. it would be absolutely devastating as a reveal and i KNOW jacob would kill me by acting it. 3: he killed her and he knows. this would be so INTERESTING!!! like retroactively making it canon that louis killed his daughter/sister/best friend and has been dealing with that for the last seventy-five years has INSANE implications and that would destroy me. 4, and possibly the most awful: he didn't kill her but armand made him think he did. this would explain the way louis in the present is significantly more under armand's thumb when daniel arrives compared to their 40s relationship, and why louis is so fucked in the head. it is so fucking juicy i want to rip into it with my teeth like a ripe mango.

anyway, very possible none of this will turn out to be right, but it was such an arresting thought in the moment that i felt pressed to share it.

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respectthepetty · 3 days

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Pride Petty Watch - LiTA (Sky/Prapai) 1/3

The crowd picked Love in the Air as the first show to ever move off of my Petty List, so I'm watching it and recapping my experience, and oh boy, is it an *experience*. I wrote about the first seven episodes in two parts [here and here], so it's time to dive into the next six episodes!

Woot woot!

I had to make sure I didn't click on episode one again because it's the same scenes showing again. This is the third time they have been shown? Fourth? I'm here for one thing and one thing only. Quit bullshitting LiTA and GIVE ME WHAT I CAME FOR!

Oh my God, my heart just jumped into my throat with this music and this lighting behind this devil.

I know how their story starts. I already knew. I will be not be upset at him. I will not get into my feelings about this even though this music and lighting are hellbent on making Prapai seem like The Worst™

I would love to claim "pink = 💕love💕" but not today, Satan.

Sky saying "Where's the condom?" as more of a demand rather than a question and the arch of his back are an appreciation post in themselves. This is transactional and he is not here to make friends.

WHY AM I BEING SHOWN RAIN AND PAYU AGAIN?! If you don't have enough material for thirteen episodes, just say it! Because my boy disassociated, went on autopilot, and is now tucking this nightmare away in a dark corner of his mind in true Trauma Compartmentalizing 101 fashion, yet I gotta see Payu and Rain's Daddy x Baby nonsense another round?! I only respect one person in this house and the rest of these men can choke. I wrote what I wrote.

Hold up, Prapai was AWAKE when Sky left looking like that? And now he is reminiscing about it in all black with that black rose of death lapel pin? *Arthur Fist*

I support queer rights AND queer wrongs, but this show is testing me like I'm fucking Frodo having to deliver a ring to the depths of hell in the month of Pride. Sky just went home and cried on his bed, while this woman is talking about getting over heartbreak because Prapai can't stop thinking about this one-night stand. I cannot be queer and *here* in these conditions with el diablo smirking every two seconds.

KinnPorsche, my old enemy, we meet again. Didn't think I'd see you here, but it tracks because where there is a rich bastard incapable of getting over the poorer man he wrongfully exerted power over, there will be a robe, wine, and a sex worker. (That boy looks like the Memory in the Letter lead)

"I feel sorry for your prey" - Everyone is too busy looking at the metaphorical weather that represents the characters to notice the red alert standing right there.

On God, if a man called me like that without telling me his name and proceeded to just . . . be creepy, it'd be on like Donkey Kong. I was raised by Sidney Prescott from Scream and if a man wants to play games over the phone, then he needs to be prepared to die. And what is it with this show trying to distract me with with these problematic men working out? I know they are attractive, but as Michelle Visage stated "stop relying on that body!" AND NOW CREEPY TEXTS, and the only thing Sky thinks is a "man like that wouldn't be into [him]" . . . BL boys would greatly benefit from feminism.

Prapai, you have to get less creepy. You just have to because this is not it, my man. You are throwing out the beginning-of-a-psycho-killer vibes and I cannot. I simply. Can. Fucking. Not.

Sky is pissed at Rain, threw the flowers, and has Prapai listed as "Psycho" so it's clear who has the brain cell of these weather boys, and it's the one whose back is hurting FROM CARRYING THE WEIGHT OF THE DAMN WORLD ON HIS SHOULDERS!

I will not be swayed by the sunflowers, the fact that Prapai is aware Sky is a Sad Boy, or the blue. As far as I'm concerned, by the end of this episode, Prapai is still the devil. NEXT EPISODE!

The energy between these two is giving me GMMTV "brothers," and that is not a compliment.

I'm not going to fault Sky for not throwing away the flowers because reuse, recycle, re-

WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING?!

*took a six hour break and contemplated the meaning of life, made an avocado smoothie then poured rum in it, started doing yoga then ended up in savasana, which means I just laid there and looked at the ceiling, and finally I remembered the gorgeous Zani is in this show, so I returned*

This boy is me and I am him. I'm so chill that if I got any cooler, I'd be an ice cube. Just chilling. So chill. The chill is immaculate. I am meditating. I am praying. I am one with the storm. I'm the chillest. Climate change no longer exists because I'm just, so, fucking, chill. ~Let's continue~

I don't want to give Prapai any credit because I already told my mom I hate him which means we are sworn enemies in this life and future ones as well, but him noticing that Sky spaced out even though he immediately jumped back into flirting mode, and him reinforcing that he thinks Sky is attractive in any state including this one should be an issue because he is still focusing on Sky's body, but he doesn't know Sky well enough to have anything else, so . . . one whole point for Slytherin, I guess.

Rain is not a real one and if Sky was a rapper, this in when he would have dropped the ultimate diss track cementing his place in academic rhetoric for all eternity. Even if I didn't know about his ex, I could have read that expression, but Rain? Once again, one brain cell, and Sky has it.

I want to give Prapai the points for the food, but he doesn't even know what Sky likes, so this is White Man Ambition at its finest. Thank goodness that Sky is throwing it awa-

NOT THE FUCKING RED AGAIN!

Dear Reader, I'm going to level with you here one and a half episodes into this arc: I now fully understand The Fuckery. I greatly appreciate the 126 people who picked this show because this is the perfect example of what I keep reading about a MAME series. The abrupt shifts between aggressive flirting, dick jokes, and trauma is jarring. I knew the kidnapping was coming for Rain, but hearing Stop say that Rain would be sexually assaulted by his gang of men if Payu didn't stop fighting back was the most violent moment of an already physically violent event that, strangely, did not affect me until that very moment. I know what is coming for Sky, yet having these intercuts of Sky's abuse, although effective, are humbling in a way I was not expecting. Because what I had thought I was walking into was a trashy watch with gratuitous sex talk and some drama, but what I'm experiencing is a lot of emotional discord as the story swings between extremes while refusing to balance itself out. There is no middle ground in this show. I will continue to be petty about this watch, but I get it now in a way I was never going to grasp without watching one of her series and I'm graciously realizing I would not have survived TharnType because even as Prapai connects the dots that something *very bad* has happened to Sky based on his interactions with Sky, he smiles because . . . well, because.

So even though Sky and Prapai's arc is smaller than the first, my watch is going to be in three parts instead of just two because . . . well, because.

~Let's continue~

I'm going to try really hard to give Slytherin points here, *grinds teeth* so even though this man is stalking Sky, he gets credit for showing up, which according to the great philosophers, is half the battle. Also, I know his lapel pins are important, so the sunflower and the bee after he gave Sky meaningful sunflowers is a nice sentimental touch, but he gets no points because HE COULD'VE OFFERED THE BOY A RIDE! The perfect pitch was right there, yet he swings and misses.

I don't listen to true crime podcasts, but I feel confident that most cases start with a stalker using several devices to contact their victim after his primary mean is blocked. Basically, I need Prapai to do as Sky's shirt says and "CHILL THE FUCK OUT!" I'm trying to give him points but he refuses to exhibit any level of chill. None. No chill. Not ice cube. Just sad hot puddle of zero chills.

I felt *something* between Sig and Som when they were arguing across the tables in episode seven, but now I know Sig is trying to instigate a fight with Som just so he can have that boy's hands around his neck. I respect it.

Sky is having a breakdown because of the onslaught of texts Prapai keeps sending him from multiple devices and as he huddles in the fetal position begging to be left alone having bursts of anger, the phone begins to vibrate signaling more texts are coming through. The director, Ne, also served as an editor on Only Friends, and if he whispered in Jojo's ears to make Ray's bathtub scene just as gut-wrenching as this, I just wanna eat some soup with Ne and know like "You good, boo?"

I am fighting for my life in these trenches!

Rain picked up Sky's phone and told Prapai to come to the hospital. Rain? Rain who was on his knees begging for Sky's forgiveness after he gave Sky's number to Prapai? As in the Rain who was told to stay out of Sky's business? Like the same Rain who Sky looked in his face and told him he would never be with Prapai? THE RAIN WHO IS NOW GIVING PRAPAI THE KEY TO SKY'S APARTMENT?! That Rain?!

"I made a promise to Rain" - Pero like . . . why do you have to make promises to not fuck with unconscious and sick people? Cause shouldn't that be a given? No? Mmm. Interesting development.

I have only watched two episodes. TWO! I'm not even halfway through this AND I know how this ends. No amount of knowledge or spoilers has properly prepared me for this journey, and now I'm scared and I want my mom to come pick me up.

But here I am. Clicking on the next episode.

pinche cabrón

#love in the air #Pride Petty Watch #I only love and respect Sky but I already knew that #but it's funny because Rain is now enemy number one #in a room full of problems‚ Rain continues to be the biggest problem #imagine that?!#but I get it now #oh do I get it #like all of it makes sense now #EVERYTHING!#Thanks for picking this show y'all #and I do sincerely mean that

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Let's talk about the Nomu and the Remnants

So, among all the other fuck fuck games Hori played with late-game MHA, I don't think anyone has really... picked up on just what implications he's made when it comes to Remnants.

You see, once upon a time, Remnants only existed because OFA let them, kept them, empowered them. Even when it wasn't really expanded on at the time, the fact that Izuku had them was a sign of his Heroic Mandate (TM) and Destiny(TM), it was something unique to him, something that even All Might didn't have. But... you know, now AFO is just filled with a screaming chorus of those he has damned or something.

Let's... let's ignore the general clusterfuck of AFO for this, and just... all the late game stuff. Let's just talk about one thing: the fact that he has Remnants, and the fact they've been trying to talk to (murder) him.

And first off, that's a big retcon, because even if the OFA Remnants didn't want to murder their users, I'm pretty damn sure they'd want to talk to them all the same, and yet somehow only Izuku noticed, even before the clusterfuck of the extra Quirks kicked in.

But even that's not the point, that's just an appetizer. Because the thing is? The Quirks AFO is holding aren't the only Quirks he's taken, far from it.

There are the Quirks he's given to various people throughout the years, subordinates, would be supporters and probably some random people he wanted to torture.

The Nomu he's made, experimented on for decades.

Hell, all the Quirks he and Dr. Diablo Ex Machina have made (somehow) throughout this time.

That's hundreds, maybe thousand, of Quirks. Millions potentially, if we're looking at the copies and trying to get a number out of the vague 'and then we invented a whole new science just to fuck other people over' bit. And according to this late game stuff? Every single one of them is host to the mental copy of the person they were stolen from (or cloned from, presumably). And outside of a few exceptions, (vanishingly few; while there were people in the past, and in rare occasions the present, who didn't want their Quirks... the magic dream copy in the Quirk would still have their Quirk. For them, the problem hasn't gone away at all! Maybe some of the reason they hated it is gone, but even at best they're still bearing that thing they've always hated... and that's not even getting into people who just... hated them, or thought they were wrong. Or were afraid of hurting someone... only to be given to someone who doesn't share those same concerns, or even the same level of restraint they had. Even though the actual person got what they wanted, there's a copy of them that is still in hell, and knows they're never going to escape it, because they are their own nightmare.) every single Quirk was stolen by force. Every single one of the remnants in these people are just... suffering, and for all intents and purposes will remain that way, until the person bearing them dies.

And all of that? All of that doesn't get into the Nomus. The largely brain dead living corpses made smashing together likely Quirks with the same energy of a child trying to force together Legos, even before whatever process happens to condition them into being loyal. What the hell does that do to a mind? Do they stay separate? Do they... blend together? Does the body/dominant mind/most powerful Quirk just get implanted with memories and desires of complete strangers?

Every single one of those exposed brain monstrosities is a walking, talking torture device filled with damned souls of some unknown number, and who even knows about how much is in the High Ends.

Hell, what about the copied Quirks? Do they retain the full knowledge of who they were? Or does each copy... lose something, each in generation away from the original? Do they realize that they're missing some fundamental portion of themselves, that they're not real?

I'm pretty damn sure that this, like so many things, is something that just happened because Hori didn't think it through, because this is horrifying on levels it's hard to comprehend. It's a level of human suffering on the level of you'd get from the Dark Eldar in WH40K, and on both Hori and AFO's parts, it's entirely accidental. And yet, I don't think there's one part of this that isn't canon compliant, that there's nothing to disprove the idea that, somewhere in Aoyoma, there's some poor sod that was shoved in there, that inside AFO there's a copy of Eri.

Just... just something I want people to think about, because I don't want to be the only one.

#bnha critical #mha critical #hori's inability to choose a message #the clusterfuck of AFO #the clusterfuck that is the nomu #the clusterfuck that is the remnants #nightmare fuel #am i the only one that noticed this?#hori what the fuck

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mightymizora · 2 days

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Ok ok thinking about Galezel again in light of her romance arc and it just makes my brain brrr

Imagine you are this wizard who has not had intimacy for so long, who thinks their best days are long gone. And then you meet this absolute freak. She’s meeting your energy at every point; she’s smart, well read, she’s got a scent kink that rivals your own and the moment your body is stable enough you just go absolutely wild on each other. Maybe it’s a rebound, whatever, she’s not looking for anything serious and she’s so incredible, so powerful, and you literally follow her into duals and exhaust every element of yourself happily and willingly because gods who knows how much time you have left?

And even more than that, she sees you as a great warrior, as somebody to be revered back? She chooses you not out of pity but out of genuine desire for your power and might when you thought you were on the scrap heap. At every turn she has your back. Even when you don’t believe in yourself, she is your ferocious advocate.

And then she just turns around and says I want softness! I want that softness in you! Imagine the relief, the joy, but also the drop that would come with that when you are seeing just how tender and vulnerable and mortal this woman who you put on a pedestal is!

#GaleZel #they’re ridiculously my favourite Gale ship #they’re so good

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jyeshindra · 10 hours

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Astrology Basics

I had a brain blast and decided to break down what all of the planets mean in tropical astrology. I try to use one word that I feel applies to the planet the most and let that be the guide, then a metaphor example to further explain the signification.

SUN: your ability to grow as a person (and what you grow into)

AUTHORITY. relating to personal power, authority, self expression, and independence. if you were King, how would you rule? where would you rule? what’s a priority to you? where was your personal power found?

MOON: your emotional nature, your perspective, your mind.

INSTINCT. Moon comes naturally to you. What were drawn towards, who we are drawn towards, what experiences we create naturally for ourselves. Moon is felt. Moon is experienced.

Moon is the mother, so it's a tender position. It feels true and can be a source of incredible strength. It represents nurturing and our needs as humans.

ASCENDANT: your physical body, central theme of your life

PHYSICS, but in this case we study YOUR motion through time and space!

how that motion impacts other people

what YOU pursue and HOW (chart ruler)

MERCURY: communication style, what the mind will be drawn to. interests and hobbies. mental processing.

INTELLECT, the mental powers and capabilities of a person.

developed through information, listening, exploring interests, communicating.

you witness the intellect in communication.

Do you listen more than you talk? What do you talk about? What captivates your mind?

VENUS: Relationship style. how you are with romance and intimate partners. your personal sense of beauty/values. your “perfume”. what pleases you

BEAUTY, a combination of qualities that pleases the senses.

Related to our earthly experiences, our pleasure driven functions.

Your quality of beauty, what you find beautiful, who you find beautiful, what pleases you, who pleases you.

MARS: Commanding style. personal sense of ambition, passion, anger, excitement. sexual personality. driving force.

how would you drive a car? are you blasting music? are you smoking? are you playing hymnals? what about road rage? where are you going?

Mars in Taurus might be taking their time, enjoying the scenery. There may be air fresheners in the car and snacks. They're headed to a brunch or to a hair appointment. Mars in Sagittarius is probably on a bike and on their way to go hiking!

SEXUAL, not necessarily pertaining to sex. Think of it more as a matter of instincts, passion, and pursuing that which we are drawn to. How is your passion expressed? How is it expressed within an intimate contact? How does it drive you towards your ambitions? How does your body perform the work?

These next planets have more of an external influence on our persons.

JUPITER: where you find blessings, where you are lucky. where your god-given talents and abilities manifest. your sense of spirituality and faith.

ABUNDANCE. Where we experience abundance we can have a sense of spirituality/faith around it. Jupiter in 4H may receive much through the family or through the mother and have a very faith-based relationship with them. Jupiter in the 3H may have a natural gift for speaking and writing. These are the gifts that bring them abundance and blessings. Jupiter in the 5H Libra may have a lot of faith in their children. They may believe in fighting for children's rights or defending children.

SATURN: where you encounter restrictions/limitations. where you need more structure and patience. where some of your deepest fears lie. karma in the form of tests.

THE SUMMIT/GAUNTLET. Saturn is the mountain we have to climb and it may take a while. Gauntlet also works as a good metaphor too, as Saturn can feel like a series of trials and tests, each one more difficult than the last. However the bounty that awaits you? Mastery, competence, and maturity. Saturn has a sobering effect, like the air on top of the mountain. It's clear and crisp.'

And sometimes those trials we face feel familiar. We encounter people from our current past, souls from past lives, circumstances we did not master in previous incarnations. It can feel ancient.

URANUS: where the LIGHTNING strikes

innovation and insight and ingenuity

where you tend to rebel

where sudden changes and upheavals will come

your innovative spark, if uranus is the lightning bolt of inspiration you are the conduit. what you produce is what makes you “unique”

NEPTUNE: where the MIST sets in

where you face a lot of deception, mystery, and confusion.

where a sense of magic dwells. the inexplicable

where your “dream” lives

where you connect to something greater

PLUTO: where POWER and TRANSFORMATION lie

here you must go into the underworld and take what is yours

where you’ve lost power, where you feel out of control, where you feel TOO powerful. power struggles in general

how and where you evolve

where you may endure trauma, loss, and change

South Node: past life patterns, area of former mastery, what you’re used to. where you may suffer loss or become detached. the point through which you find spiritual liberation

North Node: you feel a pull in this direction, “destiny coded”. where you can become obsessed and lost. where you may create something entirely new for yourself. another point of spiritual liberation and detachment.

Just from knowing Rahu (NN) and Ketu (SN) in Vedic, I believe that we must find a balance between South and North nodes and develop conscious awareness of the pulls from both nodes, lest we be swallowed whole.

BONUS ASTEROIDS:

CHIRON: Childhood wounds, trauma endured when young. where a great bit of healing will be done in your life. you learn to live with this and the lessons associated will be your gift to share.

LILITH: how you’ve been outcasted. where you feel shame. you rebel at all costs here and may lose favors because of it. another aspect of sexual personality

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"Love Me Anyway" Song Reaction (Hip Hop Unit)

WOOOO the final part of Love Me Anyway reactions. I fucking love this song and I hope y'all do too <3

Requested from this anon x

vocal unit || performance unit || Hip Hop Unit

warnings: it's cute :(

Just like the others members parts are in order of song lyics

ღ Wonwoo: "I love you because you have those Polaroids of me inside your nightstand."

Wonwoo loved taking photographs of you. Specifically, he loved taking various Polaroids of you. He had so many of him so he could take them with him wherever he went. If he was out and in a hotel, he would have a few that he would leave scattered around the nightstand so he could look at you for comfort when he missed you. At first you found it a bit cheesy but after awhile, you would help him pick out Polaroids to take with him. You also would do the same when you went on trips. It was just y'all's thing. <3

ღ S. Coups: "I love you because when I say 'I don't wanna talk' you always call me."

Sometimes, talking took too much brain power and Seungcheol knew that however, he never wanted you to let a misunderstanding or fight go on longer than it needed too. He is a big believer in communication and even if you told him you needed space, he still would call just to make sure you were okay. You would see his name light up on your phone and you couldn't help but smile a little bit even if you were annoyed at him. You loved that he found that you were worth fixing things even when you were being distant. <3

ღ Mingyu: "Sometimes I forget, wasn't always this way. It's hard to admit, I was the one to blame."

You looked over at your boyfriend who was laughing at something on the television and you could not help but go into "simp mode." You stared at his beautiful features and just admired how handsome he looked. You just couldn't believe someone like you could pull someone as amazing as Kim Mingyu. It was crazy because this moment potentially never would have happened because well... you were super against dating him at first. You thought he was too good to be true and it literally took him to get down on his hands and knees and beg you just for a chance. You were so thankful you ended up saying yes to him because life without him would have been just so boring. <3

ღ Vernon: "I would never give you the chance, you still la-love me anyway."

Hansol and you were polar opposites. You were the type of person who needed everything to be perfect every time whereas he was more of someone who went with the flow. His perceived lack of care of things used to annoy you because how the hell could someone be so relaxed if things went awry? It made you cautious on even thinking about dating someone like him. However, Hansol didn't want to give you up so similar to Mingyu, he pursued you for awhile. When you finally decided to give him a chance, you realized how much you would've missed out if you let your differences keep you apart. You were so thankful for his efforts. <3

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seriesxwriting · 2 days

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Hey was wondering if i could have a Damon request.

it's the reader She gets into a bad accident and damon comes to help her and won't leave her side when he takes her back to the Salvatore mansion and lays near her and declares that he loves her once she’s woken up.

You can easily change or add bits

I love this request, thank you! I hope you enjoy the read and it’s just as you pictured it <3

Damon and y/n sitting in a tree.

��𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬- 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠- 𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲- 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧’𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐲, 𝐮𝐩𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞. 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐡, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞’𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬- 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐡, 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐲, 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝.

- 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐰 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧, 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐱

“Leave me alone Damon” I roll my eyes walking away from the house and towards my car. “Y/n i didn’t mean it like that” “okay but that’s how it sounded” I took a deep breath getting pretty annoyed he was carrying it on. “Y/n can you just stop and come back inside?” He sighed and stopped walking. “Nope I’m off to flirt with the other half of the town that I haven’t got to yet” I saluted him, still with my back in his direction. “Why do you even care who I flirt with Damon?” I frowned, knitting my eyebrows together.

There was only one answer that could get me to walk back towards him and into the house. Because I’m in love with you “I- don’t” Damon called out. Wrong answer.

So I continued walking to my car. He vamp ran and ended up in front of my door. “It was a joke” “it wasn’t funny” I folded my arms. “I’m sorry” he told me straight, staring into my eyes with his perfect blue ones. He didn’t need any powers to compel me, they were compelling enough. “Please come back inside” “I’m going home Damon” I told him pulling my car door open and moving him aside. “I can’t do anything else apart from apologise” he sighed holding the door open so i couldn’t close it.

“You can sit and think about why I’ve gone home and when I see you tomorrow you’ll know not to make a joke like that again” I slammed the door closed, hoping he’d move his fingers in time before they were smooshed in the frame. He did. He rolled his head to the side pretty much pouting at me. But I only saw it out the corner of my eye because I was starting my car and driving off. The joke played in my head over and over again while I was driving back. “You do flirt with half the town”

My mind should have been focused on the road because if it had been I would have see the deer that ran out in front of me. And if I had i wouldn’t have swerved so late. And if I hadn’t swerved so late i wouldn’t have had a head on crash with a white transit van on the others side of the road.

I blinked in the bright sunlight when my eyes opened next. I must have closed them when I hit the van because I don’t remember rolling down the side of the road and into a tree. My windows had all been smashed and some shards of the glass had gotten into my skin. My foot was stuck under the break and had twisted. As well as the fact i couldn’t pull my seat belt off me as everything was fuzzy and it felt like i was moving in slow motion. Everything was spinning so I must have hit my head pretty hard too. A panic alert went off in my brain but my body wasn’t doing what my brain was telling it.

In that moment my door ripped off the hinges and Damon’s panicked face was all I could see. My body relaxed and I knew I was safe, and over the moon to see him. Though i couldn’t have shown him that emotion in that moment. The sense of safety allowed me to close my eyes and let Damon do the rest of the work.

Damon’s pov-

Of course I followed her car. She was pissed off with me of course she had a lot on her mind, and a possibility of an accident played on my mind. So I followed her, just to make sure she’d get home okay. I cared for her more than anyone will be able to ever understand. But I couldn’t stop the accident. Not in time. It all happened so quickly and the next thing I know her car was rolling into a tree. So I tried to do the next best thing. The guy she hit tried to start an argument with me as soon as I turned up on the scene to help her.

My worry must have been radiating off of me for him to see that I knew her, personally. But that didn’t matter to me and neither did he. Those words of anger were the last words he ever said. The way he spoke about her the words he called her. His body will never be found. I could have left him alive but she would be at fault for the accident and it wasn’t hers. It was mine. He was the only witness, so after I’d quickly dealt with him I rushed to her car. Trying to stop my iced heart from pounding out of my chest.

When I pulled her out the car she’d fallen unconscious again. But I heard her heartbeat so I knew she was okay. Not that she looked it, she was bruised and cut but yet was still the most breathtaking human or vampire or werewolf or fucking fairy I’d ever seen. I clutched her into my chest knowing she’d be safer at home. So that’s where I took her, as quickly as I could. I’d never vamp ran so fast in my life, I didn’t realise I could go any faster until this emergency. I took her straight to my room ignoring all of Stefans barking questions.

Your pov

“Damon? What the hell happened” Stefan stopped in the doorframe with a wide jaw, evidently in shock. “She hit a van” he muttered laying me down on his bed. “Give her your blood? Why are you hesitating?” “No” Damon shook his head. “She’d never forgive me, she’ll be okay she just needs to heal the human way” Damon shook his head. “Why are you being so stubborn- you’re never like this?” “Because this life isn’t for everyone Stefan! She’s made it clear to me I’m not to use my blood to heal her and we are going to respect that” he shouted back at his brother.

This was the first time he’s given Stefan eye contact since he’d come inside. Stefans face softened seeing how upset his brother was. He came over slowly gazing at my unconscious body. Throwing Damon under his arm he sighed “you need to tell her when she wakes up” Stefan whispered. The eldest brother grunted but after a second he sighed and nodded his head. “Yeah I know I do- I might lose her”.

“you won’t brother” Stefan shook his head patting Damon on the back before departing. “Where are you going?” “I’ll get some tweezers, water and a cloth so we can get the glass out and clean the wounds” Stefan smiled sympathetically. “Can you also bring up the drip?” “I was thinking that- but we aren’t sure of her blood type” Stefan shook his head eyeing me up from the door frame again. “She’s o negative, we have that in the basement” Damon shrugged unfazed. But that comment alone made Stefan grin, in fact he chuckled at his brother.

He noticed how much Damon paid attention. “I bet you couldn’t even tell me your blood type” Stefan giggled before walking off. Damon blinked away the confusion of whatever Stefan was on about and crawled onto the bed by my side. He took my hand in his and sighed gently with his head on the pillow next to mine. “I’m so sorry” he whispered kissing my hand gently. “I promise I’m not going anywhere until I know you’re okay, like really okay” he softly spoke. Seconds before Stefan entered juggling all the things to help me.

The brothers hooked me up to the drip so I’d get enough blood back into my system. As well as picking out the glass from my wounds and sewing up any cuts too deep. They stuck a few plasters and bandages on me to cover any chance of infection and then stood back to look at their handy work. “Thank you” Damon looked to his brother. “Damon it’s y/n- you don’t need to thank me” he smiled and nodded at his big brother. “Call me when she wakes up”.

And with that Damon resumed his place next to me. Just lying there most of the time. Sometimes talking to me though I couldn’t answer. He didn’t leave my side once the whole time I was out.

When I eventually opened my eyes to find Damon next to me I was confused. I gasped thinking I knew what he had done but I looked down at my arms seeing a drip and seeing stitching. “Y/n…” he whispered, I slowly turned my head to him. “You let me heal the human way” I knitted my eyebrows together. “You told me to” he answered sitting up and putting another pillow behind me so I could too. “I didn’t think you’d listen…” I looked at the drip seeing ‘o negative’ on the blood bag. “Or remember my blood type”.

“People underestimate me” he shrugged with a small smirk. “It’s not that I just- didn’t think you were paying much attention to me or what I said…” “you’re the only person I pay attention to” he shook his head looking down at his knees. “Damon- how’d you find me?” I asked reaching out for his hand holding it to my chest. “I um- was following you- not to continue anything just to make sure you got home okay- and I’m glad I did” he chewed on his lip looking anywhere but at my eyes.

“I’m sorry I was so petty, I know it was a joke it’s just… i wouldn’t ever do that I don’t flirt with anyone” “I know I know- i shouldn’t have said it I feel guilty enough” he shook his head vigorously looking ashamed of himself. “I forgive you I don’t want you to feel guilty anymore” I replied with a smile. “Thank you” he answered finally looking into my eyes. “So you took me back here- oh my god- the guy I hit is he okay?” I jumped up forgetting I was in so much pain. Damon could see it in my face i regretted doing that.

“Lay down y/n- he won’t trouble you, don’t worry about him” he brushed his thumb over my hand. I turned onto my side looking up at him, still holding his hand. The man was gorgeous, I didn’t understand how he could make all the other boys in the world look unattractive. “How long have you been here?” I whispered gently, hoping he was okay, he seemed completely off as if he was sad or something was on his mind.

“Since I brought you here- I was worried I just- I couldn’t leave you” he kitted his brows together looking at our tied hands. “And you are in my room” he smirked cracking a joke which was much more normal for him. “Thank you- for everything you done for me” I whispered squeezing his hand and earning a glance from him. “You don’t need to thank me y/n id do it over and over and over again” he replied in a softer voice. “Damon what’s wrong- somethings on your mind”.

“I need to talk to you, I’ve been putting it off for a long time now- I was worried when I saw the crash that I’d never get the chance to tell you and that broke my heart, I realise now that i shouldn’t waste opportunities because life is so unpredictable” he admitted with tears in his eyes. “I was so worried I’d never see you smile again y/n… I hated watching that happen to you- it could have killed you and to know that was partly my fault I…” “…Damon it wasn’t your fault, I chose to drive, I hit the van you had nothing to do with it” i abruptly butted in.

“Blame me y/n” “but it’s not your fault” I sat up now facing him scooting over to him slightly more. “Don’t blame yourself- I’m okay aren’t I? Thanks to you” I whispered threading my fingers through his. He looked into my eyes and whispered “I love you”. My eyes widened at the words he’d just said and my heart pounded against my chest. Butterflies had managed to fly down my throat leaving it dry and they landed in my stomach. “W-what do you mean by that?” I asked just to doubled check that i had the green to smash my face into his.

“I’m in love with you” he repeated in the exact same whisper as if he didn’t want me to hear it. But that’s all I needed. I raced towards his lips with mine putting one hand on the back of his head to guide him. Damon was evidently shocked at first but he very quickly realised what was going on and passionately kissed me back raising his hand to my cheek. It felt like he’d been waiting a long time to do this, it felt as if he’d played this happening over and over in his head. But thats exactly what I was thinking myself.

Damon pulled away to look at me but left his hand there. I slid mine down to his neck brushing my thumb against his soft skin. “I love you too Damon- I don’t want half the town” I giggled as my eyes filled with tears of joy. “I just want you”. “You- surprise me more everyday y/n” he whispered with a smile. “I’m glad you didn’t wait any longer to tell me” I giggled puting my forehead against his. “Oh me too, me too” he replied brushing my hair with his hand gently.

“Damon and y/n sitting in a tree, k-I-s-s-I-n-g” Stefan sang as he filtered into the room with a big grin. I laughed out, my mouth hurt from smiling so much at this point. “Mature” Damon rolled his eyes smirking. “Happy?” Stefan raised his eyebrow at his brother. “More than I’ve ever been” Damon nodded back, again making my smile and show all my teeth.

I was happy too.

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papayatori · 3 days

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Fall away (p6)

Inumaki Toge x fém!reader

It had been two weeks since my first mission, and the stale taste of death still lingered in my mouth. No matter what I did, the remnants of that cursed spirit seemed to follow. My senses were heightened as well as my ability to sense cursed energy. I knew that absorbing the spirit would allow me to control it, as I had tamed it and could call on it at will like Fushiguro could his shikigami, but I was completely unaware of just how much I had also gained from said cursed spirit.

Gojo had never mentioned anything about possessing a spirits power after absorbing it, even if it goes without saying, there’s more to it than simply gaining its existence. That said, he may not have been aware of it himself; after all, it isn’t every day you meet a sorcerer who uses cursed spirit manipulation.

On a brighter note, after a long week of training and attempting to use my technique, Nobara thought it would be a good idea to take this Friday off. We all happily agreed, especially Megumi, who was tired of attempting to help me train.

Maki had suggested we go to this cafe she had been to a while back, none of us argued as she probably knew it better than any of us did. We all walked and chatted the entire way there. Panda and Maki were closer together, whispering about something I couldn’t quite understand. I heard a slap from beside me that peaked my interest.

“Is that all you think about, you pervert!” Nobara yelled at Yuji, who seemed to look a little taken aback by the slap to his face. Megumi looked like he was trying not to laugh beside him. I giggled.

“It’s not all I think about, usually I just don’t think at all! You should be proud!” Megumi shared a humorous glance with me before letting out the laughter he couldn’t contain any longer.

“At least you admitted you were an idiot this time.” He said, still laughing. Yuji scowled at him as Nobara started laughing as well. I even heard a low chuckle from Toge beside me. To this, a genuine smile appeared on my face.

Toge and I had grown together over the past few weeks. He trained with me day and night, always called me before he went to sleep if he didn’t simply show up at my door to say goodnight. He even went as far as sitting in my room with me until I could fall asleep a few times. I’d heard before that a persons kindness could only go so far, and now I was simply waiting to find the end of his, and praying i never found it. Though, I had to admit, I was left confused with our relationship. We were two friends who liked to hug each other and occasionally kiss each other when we felt it was needed, and that was about as far as it went. Neither of us bothered to try and unravel the ball of emotions we knew we felt for each other, and it was sort of calming. Though, I knew eventually we would have to take another step or step back into what we were before, and neither of us were confident enough to do so.

As if on cue with my thoughts, Inumaki reached for my hand. The breeze blew his hair gently, framing his pretty face perfectly. His violet eyes turned to meet my own green ones, he was absolutely stunning.

“Y/n, you’re drooling.” I heard Maki call cooly. She smirked at me as realization hit the others and they were thrown into a fit of giggles.

“Her face was priceless!” I heard Yuji cackle. Megumi jabbed him in the ribs with a small smile.

“At least she uses her brain, idiot.” I tried my best to stifle the laugh that tried to escape from my lips, failing utterly. Toge had an amused look in his eye, squeezing my hand gently before he turned back to talk with Yuta, who was also giggling along with our conversation.

The day was beautiful, it perfectly framed the occasion. Children were running around everywhere, parents and couples walking side by side. It was sort of like a movie. This was probably the first good memory of Tokyo that I really could call my own.

“Woah, Maki! Is that the cafe you were talking about?” Yuji pointed to the cute shop to the side of us as she nodded confidently. There was an outdoor area with a small pavilion over the top of it, small plants and vines seemed to sprout out of nowhere in an organized fashion. I was mesmerized.

Nobara immediately started gushing, rambling on about how perfect it was and just how lucky she was to have a friend like Maki, who in return seemed to blush furiously at the attention she had unintentionally called to herself.

Toge walked in beside me, sitting down at the outdoor area beside me as well. He didn’t let go of my hand as I expected him to, instead showing the rest of the group his vulnerable side. Maki and Panda continued to whisper to each other with small giggles. I sent Maki a concerned glance, to which she shrugged and continued to giggle with Panda.

Chaos ensued outside of the little cafe. We had loud outbursts and giggles that filled the entire pavilion, but no one seemed to mind. Yuji even flirted with the waitress openly, getting her phone number and astonishing all of us. He proudly puffed out his chest as we left the small area to head back to the dorms.

It was getting quite late, and the food that we had eaten had made us all exhausted. We all ate our weight, it was delicious.

Maki walked beside me for a little bit, gushing about the little cafe and how we all needed to come back the next chance we got. I completely agreed with her. I was happy with today.

We were walking through a quiet part of town, a residential area that I’m sure was full of sleeping children. I smiled at the thought of having a family to look after one day. As if on cue, Toge smiled at me. I wonder if I had accidentally given him my thoughts. I blushed furiously.

“I see you two are comfortable.” Maki smirked at me. I rolled my eyes, I was surprised no one had said anything earlier. Yuta walked beside her, sneakily holding onto her hand. She caught my gaze and quickly looked away, pulling her hand from Yuta.

I felt the world fall from beneath me, I let out a small gasp as it grew closer to me. I didn’t even realize what was happening until my face was inches from the ground. I let out a helpless squeak that I’m sure I’d find embarrassing later. I braced myself for impact, but it never came.

My head was spinning and my gaze was loose. I couldn’t focus on anything really. Was this death?

I looked up to see panda and Maki giggling to one another again before scowling at them. This was definitely planned. I then realized that I had actually never hit the ground, suddenly becoming aware of Toge’s arms wrapped around me. He scoffed quietly at the two in front of us.

“Are you alright?” He spoke quietly for me to hear. His voice was deep and smooth, my face heated from the sound of it. I nodded quickly, pulling myself from his embrace reluctantly.

His arm stayed around my waist for the rest of the walk home, his thumb tracing circles on my hip. It was oddly comforting to have his arm around me. I could feel his every emotion, his every breath beside me. I thought of that neighborhood we walked through earlier again, thinking of how calm it was and just how badly I wanted to settle down and start a family. Unintentionally, I was thinking about being with Toge. His comfort was everything to me, and so far, he was the only one who could calm me to this extend. I saw him as a father, as a partner, and I found myself falling harder for the man than I should have.

Toge would be a really great dad.

I saw him with two kids, a boy and a girl, playing in the yard with them. His eyes were full of love as he gazed upon the two running around with him. The only thing I wanted was this now.

“Salmon.” I heard from beside me. I tilted my head to the side, but he only shrugged.

The others were walking further ahead of us now, leaving us to ourselves. I was grateful for that, the teasing was starting to get a bit malicious, though I didn’t really mind. Sometimes it was just nice to be with Inumaki.

I smiled at him, one that he returned with a warm gaze. His mask was still unzipped from our incident earlier, and he didn’t make any moves to change that. I looked at his markings, seeing the seal of the Inumaki clan and gushing about how cute it was on his dimples. He flushed, looking away from me.

Part of me isn’t used to the fact that he can hear my every thought if I were to let him, mostly because he seems to be the only one I can do this with. In return, I felt his emotions stronger than I could anyone else’s, I saw his visions more vividly than I saw my own death in the black eyes of that curse he had tied to the floor all those weeks ago. I suppose I should be thankful for that curse, because if not for it I’m not sure either of us would’ve been confident enough to make a move on the other, or if I would have come to terms with it myself. My skin flushed once again. He must have seen what I was thinking about him being a dad. I mentally cursed myself.

We were closer to the gates now, I could see them in the distance. Toge’s arm tightened around me, showing me he was still there.

The others bid their good nights, seeing themselves back to their rooms. Toge led me to mine, his arm still curled around me. He didn’t stop at the door this time though, instead walking in and shutting it behind him. I smiled, sad that I was no longer in his embrace, but happy to know he didn’t plan on leaving yet. He immediately pulled out his phone and started typing. I couldn’t get a feel of his emotions anymore, either, which worried me slightly.

“Did you mean what you said?” His phone stated plainly. I tilted my head, not remembering what he was talking about.

“Huh?” He huffed, typing again. He was cute when he was pouty.

“I hope you’re aware than I could see the things you were imagining earlier. Did you mean that?” My face drained of all color, suddenly aware of what he was referring to. I nodded slowly as he smiled slightly.

“Y-yeah, Toge. I meant it.” There was no sense in hiding it anymore. “I think you’d be a great dad.”

His smile grew large, into a grin that worried me slightly before he tackled me in his embrace. He kissed my forehead gently, looking back down at me as he smiled.

Neither of us had realized the position that we were in until it was too late. I lay on the bed facing upwards to him, feeling every breath on my face as he lay on top of me. He didn’t bother moving, only collapsing on top of me with a chuckle.

“God Toge, you’re going to kill me.” He chuckled again, thinking to himself.

I guess you could say I took your breath away, huh?

I laughed out loud, pounding his chest with my fist and trying to free myself from our tangled position. In a battle of pure strength, he would beat me without batting an eye.

Thankfully, he took the hint and rolled over into his side, pouting slightly. I giggled and poked his dimple.

“You’re cute when you’re pouty.” His face flushed a tiny shade of pink, but he didn’t avert his gaze, only to type on his phone again.

“What are we?” His phone asked. The question took me off guard, I averted my gaze and stared into the intricate void of the ceiling above me.

“I don’t know, Toge. I’ve been meaning to ask you that.” He nodded, wrapping his arm around me as he lay on his back.

“Seeing as you think I would be a good husband, why don’t I be your boyfriend?” His phone sang. I felt my face heat aggressively as he stared into my eyes. His own violet ones becoming a sea of emotions. I felt his pace quicken with my own. Surprising myself, I smiled at him.

“I’ve never had a boyfriend.” His eyes widened.

“Really?” He asked out loud, not really meaning to talk. He scoffed at himself. I chuckled softly at the sound of his voice.

“Really,” I started, catching his gaze again. My chest filled with warmth as he gazed down at me. I could’ve stayed like this forever and never complain a single time. “I’d love to have you as my first, though. Just bear with me, I’m new to all of this.” His irises grew to the size of dinner plates. He grinned giddily and tackled me again, showing my face with little kisses as he did so. I giggled, doing my best to shove him off. I wasn’t used to this much affection, or really any at all.

“So that’s a yes, right?” He asked me eagerly, this time completely intending to speak. His voice was the song of the heavens above. I smiled at him.

“That’s a yes.” He showered me with kisses again, leaving me a giggling mess. I felt him smile into every single one of them until he got to my lips, eagerly kissing them with more passion that anyone could put into words. I pulled him closer, feeling the need to have his lips on my own. I smiled, feeling him smile too.

Both of his arms were around me now, cradling my head like his life depended on it. His body was crushed into my own, leaving me gasping for breath when we finally pulled away. He buried his face into my neck. I felt his warm breath on my skin, burning it everywhere he touched. I felt my heart quicken again, I felt my need grow into a happy pain in the pit of my stomach.

I willed myself not to cry, I forced every muscle to stiffen as Inumaki held me and loved me. I desperately tried to stop whatever was about to come, but to no avail.

He lifted his head, seeing me in a sobbing mess. His eyes were frantic, searching for any answer he could.

“I’m fine, I just got overwhelmed. Not by you, before you ask, I just don’t get attention like this. I don’t think I ever have. I can’t describe to you what it feels like to have it suddenly.” He nodded in understanding before pointing to my heart.

“You don’t have to tell me what’s going on in there, y/n.” He pointed to his own heart afterwards. “You forget, I can feel everything you do.” He coughed aggressively, I knew he had gone too far. I felt terrible. He sensed it, shaking his head violently, his hair swinging as he did so. I giggled at him as he wiped the tears from my face.

We stayed like this for a while, neither of us willing to move. We had found something tonight, something neither of us wanted to lose, something neither of us could afford to lose. If I lost Toge, I was now aware that I would lose a part of myself; and judging on his actions as I’m thinking this now, he’s become aware of the same feeling.

His head dropped to my neck again, kissing it sweetly before I heard soft snoring from beside me. Had he really fallen asleep like this?

I snuggled into his shoulder, feeling his warmth surround me as I closed my eyes. I kissed it gingerly, hoping to return the love I felt from him.

“Goodnight, pretty boy.” He stutter a little, coughing, before I heard his breath even and small snores again. I giggled before allowing the darkness to take over.

I was standing on my own, darkness encasing my surroundings so thick that I couldn’t see a damned thing. I cursed myself for not being smart enough to bring a flashlight.

My phone was dead, I could see anything, and I could feel the presence of someone’s eyes watching my every move. This was not an ideal predicament, but I suppose I had put myself in it and I’d have to take myself out.

I heard a chuckle from behind me. Terrified, I turned to find nothing but the residual of cursed energy. My skin crawled and my stomach churned relentlessly. Who was with me?

I was frozen as I looked forward, my heart racing as if I’d run a marathon. A man stood before me, his forehead stitched together to the rest of him. I went to scream, but nothing came out. His bangs were lopsided, his hair pulled back flawlessly. It was almost as if I were looking into a mirror. He had some of my features, my strong jaw, my pointed nose. The only difference was his brown eyes compared to my green. He bared his teeth in a malicious grin.

“So, you’re the one I heard Satoru talking about the other day.” He said. His voice was even, calm. I was about to panic.

“Who are you? Where am I?” I asked, but my voice came out hushed and meek. He laughed maniacally.

“I am you, and you are in my domain.” I heard him laugh again, but this time it was distant. I saw him moving away, my head spinning and my pace quickening further. I was done for, I knew nothing of what was to come.

I woke to the sound of Toge calling my name. He was shaking me softly, trying to wake me without ensuing a panic attack. His eyes softened when I met his gaze. He coughed violently. How long had he been trying to wake me?

He pulled me into his chest, cradling me gently. I melted into his touch, forcing the tears that threatened to fall once again to stay put, I had embarrassed myself enough tonight.

“I’m here, it’s okay.” His voice hoarse. His hands threaded through my hair as I pulled him closer, nodding.

I don’t remember everything that happened, but Toge mentioned that I had screamed, scaring him awake. I wanted to die of embarrassment.

He held me for the remainder of the night, neither of us falling asleep, just holding each other as if it was our last time together. He never let up, either. I was grateful for him being with me.

The day was exhausting. We trained hard with each other, not wanting to risk being separated. I used this as a ticket to distract myself. Neither of us mentioned my nightmare, though we did get Toge some cough medicine. His voice was still hoarse and his throat still hurt pretty bad, I felt awful for that but he reassured me that it wasn’t my fault and he had known better.

The others kept to themselves today, too. Something about a mission coming up that they needed to prepare for. Though, I couldn’t help but notice Yuta and Maki sparring with one another. I chuckled at the thought of another couple forming within the group.

Speaking of couple, no one else was aware that Toge and I were one yet. While Yuji tormented me about it, I still hadn’t mentioned anything yet. I was still sort of scared that someone would take it the wrong way.

He knocked me off of my feet, causing me to fall to the ground helplessly. I dusted myself off as he laughed.

“Tuna.” He said, still laughing. He took my hand and squeezed it a little before letting go. I smiled at him regardless of my embarrassment.

“I’m sorry, I’m distracted.” He nodded, probably knowing fully what was going through my mind.

“Do you think that my spirits are like shikigami? Do you think I can learn to call on them the way Megumi does?” He shrugged, not really knowing how to answer. Though, I guess Megumi sensed he was being talked about and was looking me in the eyes. I smiled, motioning for him to join us. He gave me a small smile back before walking over.

“I heard my name.” He said quietly. I nodded as he gave me a look that urged an explanation.

“Do you think you could teach me how to call on my spirits?” His eyes widened.

“I think our circumstances are a bit different, y/n. That may be a question for Gojo.” I sighed.

“I was hoping to avoid that.”

All afternoon was spent trying to figure out how to use my abilities without asking Gojo for help. Which, in my opinion, was utterly wasted. Toge had fallen asleep in the grass, which I thought was cute but I’d never let him know I thought that. The sun was setting, and I wasn’t sure what to do. If I asked Gojo, it might cause problems or be the enlightenment I needed, and honestly I wasn’t ready to take that gamble.

Instead, I woke Toge, who was surprisingly grumpy, and finished the night in his room.

Sorry for the abrupt ending, wasn’t sure how to end it without carrying over into the next chapter, anyways enjoy!!!

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