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A Flight Later | Lee Minhyuk

Paring: Lee Minhyuk x Reader

Genre: R

Warnings: strangers to lovers, fluff, angst, smut, fingering, unprotected sex

Rating: G

Word Count: 7.7k

Summary: Y/N finds herself in a race against time, barely managing to catch her flight, only to be stopped by the unanticipated arrival of a snowstorm. With all flights on hold, she opts to find shelter in a nearby hotel. Thanks to an unexpected mishap by the hotel's staff, she's given a choice - share her lodging with an irresistibly attractive stranger or brave the storm to find alternative accommodation.

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If time ever worked in her favor, she swore she never ever had to worry about the word “late” ever again in her life. But alas, the word “late” loved her too much just to disappear from her life like a pair of someone’s favorite socks or their lucky bag.

Y/N was simply never lucky. She swore there was a family curse, but everyone in her family had gotten the “lucky” side of it. In contrast, she was simply cursed with the unlucky aspect of it. She tried praying to whatever may catch her shitty attempts at warding it away, but nobody seemed to care.

She even went as far as to cry in the middle of her messy apartment, hoping that whoever was watching would see and maybe take some sort of pity on her. In favor, she was sure they were laughing their asses off at the free fucking show she was giving them.

Christmas was like any other year. Busy as fuck, fast-paced, and if you weren’t ready for the attack, you better be quick with dodging.

Y/N made sure to wake up just 5 hours before her flight was due every single year. She didn’t care if she was running off 30 minutes of sleep and leaving her house at 1:30 in the morning like a crazy person, almost late for their 9 am shift.

No matter what it was, there was always something that would happen.

Christmas was never very forgiving to Y/N. Last year, it was the power shutdown. The year before, a broken heater caused the water pipes to freeze. The universe seemed to have a penchant for dropping wildcards in her path.

This year, it played its cruel game again.

Her alarm, the protective wall between the chaos of Christmas and sleep’s blissful oblivion, failed her. The promised shrill call to action never came, and Y/N woke up to an eerily quiet room, save for the sinister tick-tock of the clock that now read 5 - two hours later than it should have been. Her heart pounded in her chest like a sledgehammer. Before she knew it, she was racing around her cramped apartment, pulling on clothes, brushing her hair with one hand while stuffing her travel bag with the other.

Why she held off with packing until the last second was fucking beyond her.

To add insult to injury, the weather gods threw an impromptu snow festival outside. When Y/N managed to navigate down the slippery stairs of her apartment building, she looked up to a constellation of snowflakes, each falling with the grace of a feather in the wind.

Leaving her sanctuary of warmth, she grits her teeth as the seductive dance of the snowflakes teases her with their cold touches. Every flake that brushed against her skin sent a chilling reminder of the cruel winter. Despite her hurry, she took a moment to admire the ethereal beauty before the reality of her predicament crashed down upon her.

The routine hustle and bustle of the city had transformed into a slow-moving tableau. She could hear the frustrated honks and the indistinct cursing of fellow trapped souls, all fighting against the glacial embrace of Mother Nature. Her usual brisk walking pace was replaced with a cautious shuffle, each step a delicate ballet on the icy pavement. A ten-minute journey to the bus stop usually felt like she was running a marathon in slow motion.

Once there, her hopeful eyes were met with the sight of her bus, stuck a few blocks away, a streak of vibrant color choked by the sludgy white quilt of snow. The traffic, once an orderly stream of vehicles, was now a convoluted mess, frozen in an eternal deadlock synonymous with her own frustration.

A resigned sigh escaped her lips as she clutched her coat tighter, making an impromptu refuge as the snow relentlessly assaulted the city. She glanced at the watch she was wearing, frowning at the ticking hands, which now seemed more like an enemy than a companion. Cold, time, and paralysis were poignant reminders of her stuck state.

It appeared that rushing wouldn’t do any good today. Trapped in a rush, caught by the mischievous antics of weather gods, Y/N found herself laughing despite the freezing cold and her predicament. And so there she stood, alone in a crowd of bundled-up people sharing her plight, silently pleading for an end to this unannounced snow festival.

But as time ticked by to never be seen again, she slowly realized that the snow was slowly getting heavier, and if possible, it was getting colder. She was half tempted to test fate out even more, to give herself false hope and check her phone, which was probably dead, to see if a snowstorm was possible.

But the universe appeared to enjoy playing cruel jokes on Y/N. The gods seemed to enjoy watching humans squirm as they twisted the mundanity of life into a tempestuous voyage. And the cruel winter winds seemed to share their malevolent intent.

Her phone buzzed weakly in her pocket as if on cue, displaying a measly one percent battery. Increasingly cold fingers fumbled with the screen to catch a fleeting glimpse of the weather update. The damning news confirmed her worst fears, with the cold indifference of the phrase’ severe snowstorm warning’ displayed before her phone promptly gave a last breath and blanked out.

She cursed under her breath, her mutterings lost to the wind’s icy mockery. A cruel cosmic joke indeed. Her frustrations seemed to echo in the cold, lifeless device in her hand. In desperation, she reached for her travel bag for the elusive charger, her sanctuary from this growing maelstrom of lousy luck. But of course, it, too, had something to contribute to her unfortunate predicament.

Upon pulling her bag around, her heart sank at the sight.

Panic gripped Y/N as she noticed her bag’s zipper halfway open, half-heartedly clinging to its duty. A mad scramble ensued as she delved into its depths with frozen fingers, desperation wrapping her heart in its icy grasp. The contents of her bag felt unfamiliar under her trembling touch, cueing the impending doom.

With a gasp, her hand emerged void of the lifeline she sought. No charger. It was still sitting on her bedside table, a mocking reminder of her frantic morning. Now, it felt like a slap to her already unfortunate day. The tiny piece of equipment, usually so insignificant, now felt like the difference between life and death, a melodrama spun by the snowstorm’s pervasive presence in her life.

Just as she contemplated whether she should risk returning home to retrieve the forgotten charger, the strained sounds of an engine groaning to a halt broke through the cacophony of the storm. The bus’s vibrant colors, lost under layers of snow and mud, offered an undesired sense of hope.

With one last glance at her dying phone, Y/N pushed her disappointment aside and dashed for the bus entrance. Her movements were clumsy, hindered by her heavy clothes and the cruel winter winds. Still, she made it just as the driver was about to close the doors, locking her out in the ruthless snowstorm. She onboarded, drenched in a mix of relief, defeat, and snow - a plot device to the cruel joke penned by her fate.

Panic clawed at the edges of her thoughts as she settled into a spot at the back of the snow-dusted bus. The severity of the storm made her question whether it was capable of halting all air traffic, making her already tight schedule even more fraught with tension.

The dying light of her phone caught her attention once more. With a heavy sigh, she unlocked it, the screen flickering weakly, stubbornly hanging onto the remaining battery. The time stared back at her, remorseless, hinting at her possible failure to catch her flight. She swallowed hard, grimacing as her mind calculated the time lost battling against the cruel winter and the time remaining for her to reach the airport.

Reality seemed to set in further as the last flicker of life drained from her phone. The prospect of missing her flight seemed far more probable now, contributing another layer to her dismal day. She leaned back in her seat, the snow outside blurring into a white canvas, reflecting the uncertainty of her predicament. Her journey, catapulted into a chaotic flux by the snowstorm, was but a chapter in the tragically comic tale uniquely penned for her fate by the universe.

She swore every year there was always something, and it felt like it just got worse and worse each time. Last week, the weather called for sunny skies, with the weather at roughly 41 degrees. So where the fuck did the cold snow come from? Who did she have to fight to keep some of her own sanity?

After what felt like an eternity, the bus finally pulled up to the airport. The idle chatter of its engine ceased, leaving only the howl of the ruthless snowstorm outside. Her heart pounded in her chest as she collected her bag, the prospect of missing her flight flashing in her already stressed mind.

She rushed inside with haste born of desperation, the icy blast of air chasing her in. The ticking clock was not the only enemy she battled against now.

As the last of the passengers from her bus filed into the airport, an announcement rang out, cold and indifferent like the storm outside. All flights are delayed until further notice. A collective sigh filled the room, but Y/N could only feel the bubbling anger within her. The cruel joke wasn’t over yet, it seemed.

Quickly weaving through the throng of disgruntled passengers, she found herself standing before an airline representative whose expression mirrored the weary resignation of those around her.

“How long?” she asked, her voice laden with a mixture of desperation and frustration. Ignoring the lump in her throat, she took a deep breath. Her anger wasn’t truly directed at this distraught worker just doing their job but at the rapidly spiraling sequence of misfortunes hurling her sanity over the edge. As she stood there, awaiting an answer, she couldn’t help but wonder who in the universe she had wronged for such relentless testing.

The airline representative gave a weary sigh, her hands moving nervously. The woman’s response was quiet, almost defeated, as if the storm had reached in and stolen her certainty, much like everyone else’s. “Honestly, miss, we’re not sure,” she confessed, remorse filling her eyes. “The weather forecast is calling for a prolonged storm. It might be several hours... or more.”

The words echoed in Y/N’s head, settling with a weight that left her feeling breathless. Several hours...or more. The cruel irony wasn’t lost on her, the universe seemingly challenging her patience. Her lips formed a thin line, frustration etching itself into the lines of her face. Her meticulously crafted plan was being shredded to pieces by a force beyond her control.

She gave a curt nod of thanks, her throat tight and words failing her. Turning around, she felt the weight of the day settling on her shoulders. The universe’s amusement at her expense, it seemed, knew no bounds. She slumped into a seat in the waiting area, staring blankly at the snow-covered runway outside. Her annoyance towards the unforeseen circumstance simmered within her, the words replaying in her mind, ‘several hours... or more’. Who did she have to fight to keep some of her sanity within this relentless storm?

She caught a fleeting movement in her peripheral vision – the airline worker was heading towards Y/N, an expression of empathetic concern on her face. Y/N’s simmering frustration was squashed momentarily, replaced with surprise as the worker hesitated briefly before deciding to take the seat beside her.

“I called the hotel across the street,” she began, her voice offering a kind of troubled solace. “I’ve put a room on hold for you. Thought you might need somewhere to stay until this storm lets up.”

The words should have been a relief, a temporary sanctuary in the cascading chaos she was amidst. Still, all she felt was a sinking feeling of defeat. Despite her situation, a flutter of gratitude swept over Y/N. She sighed, nodding her appreciation at the woman, aware that she was just a casualty in her relentless battle with fate.

She stood, a sense of inevitability weighing her down. She cast a final glance at the snow-lashed runway before turning away, ready to face another unexpected twist thrown at her by the universe. The universe’s relentless testing, it seemed, was far from over. The frontlines of her fight for sanity were extending to the mundane hotel room across the street.

Retracing her steps led her back to the entrance of the airport. The storm seemed more angrier than it had been before, and she swore she could hear it laughing in victory as it watched as yet another year was ruined for her.

She took a deep breath and wrapped her scarf tighter around herself, bracing for the chilled onslaught that awaited. She set off towards the hotel, each step a struggle against the powerful gusts carrying an arsenal of stinging snowflakes. Her teeth chattered, her skin numbing rapidly as if touching upon the epitome of human endurance.

“Fucking cold weather.”

She mumbled softly to herself, feeling a slight fit beginning to brew. She was pissed, furious even. Yet the snow kissed her cheeks even without the permission she would once grant it.

“For one fucking year, can you give me a break? What do I do to piss you off so much, huh?” She uttered once more, her eyes flicking around to see if anyone was crazy enough to watch her talk to herself. Thankfully, it seemed as though she was the only crazy person brave enough to walk through the storm. “It must be those ladybugs I keep killing. Maybe Mother Nature, if they weren’t so scary and if you didn’t give them wings they wouldn’t be dead at the hands of my shoes.”

After her verbal self-scolding was over, she cinched her coat tighter around her and trudged onwards, the roar of the wind and her own vexed thoughts her only company. Each step she took felt like a mile, the icy wind and swirling snow grappling at her, seeming intent on making her journey a tedious battleground. Though, in spite of it all, she pressed on.

The maelstrom seemed reluctant to let her destination come into view, but gradually, a glow spawned through the white canvas of chaos. The hotel, an oasis of warm light amidst the tumultuous darkness, provided a renewed surge of determination. Armed with nothing but tenacity, she pushed forward against the shrieking wind until, at last, she entered the careworn but inviting doorway.

Exposing her reddened face to the warm lobby air, she heaved in a shaky sigh of relief. The trek had been harsh, but she was there. Here, in this analog sanctuary of coziness amongst the storm. She removed her snow-sodden coat sloshed, and slipped her way towards the front desk.

A woman smiled sympathetically from behind the counter. Removing one of her gloves, she swept away some snowflakes from her eyelashes. Brushing away a strand of hair that had clung to her frost-kissed cheek, she took a moment to compose herself before approaching the woman behind the counter. The warmth of the lobby, a sharp contrast to the frigid world outside, brought a hint of color back to her face.

“Excuse me,” she started, her voice steadier than she expected, and continued to recount the day’s ordeal, her words stumbling out in a strained whisper. “You see, it just was not my day. The flight... it was cancelled, thanks to this storm.” As she gestured outside, her voice became tinged with sarcasm. “And well, now I find myself stranded.”

“Luckily, a kind soul at the airport booked a room for me here,” she continued, maintaining direct eye contact with the sympathetic desk lady. She ended her tale with a weary smile which didn’t quite reach her tired eyes, before adding, “Seems like my unlucky streak is finally letting up, isn’t it?”

The desk lady nodded in understanding and proceeded to assist her, a flicker of concern in her eyes. A hollow laughter sounded from outside the windows as she was handed a set of keys with a plastic badge reading ‘Room 204’. It seemed, even now, that the storm was not entirely done having its say.

With the key in hand, she thanked the lady at the desk, mustering a small smile. With anticipation of warmth and solitude, she navigated her way to Room 204. The deeper into the hotel she went, the fervent hum of the storm began to fade in the background, replaced by the soft whispers of the hotel.

Unlocking the door, she pushed it open and was immediately met with the hotel room’s invitingly warm lighting. However, the scene before her wasn’t what she was expecting. Already in the room, to her disbelief, was a man. Surprise registered on his face, matching hers.

“I’m sorry,” he started, his shock quickly manifesting into confusion. “I think there’s been a mistake. This is my room.”

“Actually, it’s my room. The front desk just gave me the key. There must be a mix-up.” She raised an eyebrow at the stranger, holding up her key badge. Her tired patience from the day’s unlucky events was beginning to wear thin, her exhaustion making her words sharper than intended.

Pushing herself up to her full height, she glared at him icily. “Listen,” she started, her voice as sharp as the icy wind that had tormented her all day. “I’ve been through hell and back today. Thanks to this unforgiving storm, I ended up hauling myself here through the snow. An anonymous good Samaritan booked this room for me when I was stranded at the airport, bordering on a full-blown meltdown. All I wanted was to get some rest. Queen-sized bed, en-suite bathroom, mini bar... and no company. Especially not yours.”

At her words, his confusion faded, replaced by a flicker of understanding that quickly turned into irritation. “Believe me,” he retorted, matching her challenging tone, “having to share a room with a travel-weary stranger, a nightmare-turned-reality, wasn’t exactly part of my plan when I claimed the keys to this room. But here we are.”

He crossed his arms over his chest, meeting her fierce gaze with an equally fiery one of his own. Animated by their strenuous day, they both radiated an energy, a tension that filled the room.

“Well,” he said, his voice dropping an octave lower in a feeble attempt at reconciliation, “it seems we have a predicament. We’ll sort this out, but until then, let’s keep it civil, shall we? I’m sure we can both go downstairs and sort this out.”

Mutually unwilling to concede, they returned to the hotel lobby, striding in with a shared option and cold determination evident on their faces. Navigating through the hotel’s quiet corridors, the surrounding lighting cast long, stark shades on their faces, intensifying the severe nature of their unexpected predicament.

When they reached the front desk, the same lady looked up in surprise. The smiles they had shared in their earlier encounter were now replaced by furrowed brows and tense lines around their mouths. Quickly, they explained the situation, their voices overlapping at times due to their eagerness to resolve the matter.

Deep lines furrowed into the lady’s forehead as she tried to untangle the web of their story. The more they unraveled, the more she regretted the mistake made. Checking the system, she discovered that Room 204 had been double booked. Her face drained of color, “I truly apologize for the inconvenience. It appears we have made a mistake.”

She paused before (somewhat reluctantly) providing the unfortunate news, “Unfortunately, due to the storm, no more rooms are available. It seems ...” She swallowed hard, “you will have to share Room 204.”

The woman’s suggestion hung in the air. Share a room? After the day they had had? The suggestion was ludicrous to them.

They shared an incredulous look, their argument momentarily set aside due to mutual disbelief. Both tired and exhausted, they were at a crossroads. It seemed that they were in for an unexpected night, a consequence of the day’s misfortune - just not how they intended to end the night.

Seeing their shocked expressions, the woman tried to pacify them. “I understand this is far from ideal, but you can be assured we’ll sort it out as soon as possible. Unfortunately, the storm limits our options. It’s far too risky to send you guys out to another hotel if they weren’t probably booked up, too.”

Under the weight of the woman’s words, their stunned expressions faded to looks of grim acceptance.

“Alright,” Y/N sighed, her voice a reluctant symphony of resignation and exhaustion. Her eyes flicked toward the man beside her, curiosity stirring in her exhausted gaze. “And what about you?”

The man turned slowly, meeting Y/N’s gaze with calm acceptance. “There’s not much we can do, it seems,” he admitted, apologetically smiling. “Sorry, I haven’t introduced myself yet. I’m Minhyuk.”

"Y/n." Y/N offered a small smile in return, appreciating Minhyuk’s introduction.

As they ascended back to the room, a palpable silence draped around them like a shroud. Minhyuk, feeling the need to break it, started organizing the situation. “Look, Y/N,” Minhyuk began, his voice steady. “We are in a bind, but we can get through this. I propose we share the room, but I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“That’s... that’s very considerate of you, Minhyuk. Thank you,” she grumbled, unable to keep gratitude from seeping into her voice. Y/N glanced at him, her eyes reflecting unease. She frowned, opening her mouth to argue, but a swell of appreciation stopped her. An awkward smile tugged at her lips as she nodded.

“We might as well make the most of it,” Minhyuk suggested, the lively glint in his eyes minimizing their predicament’s weight. Relieved, Minhyuk reciprocated her smile and began to take in the confines of their impromptu shared space.

They moved around the room for the next few minutes, unpacking the essentials and setting up their individual areas. The room was a quiet symphony of rustling bags, zippers, and the occasional sigh. Minhyuk had claimed the small couch next to the window, setting a blanket and a pillow purposefully on it. Y/N took the bed, her belongings neatly accumulated on the bedside table.

Just as Y/N was checking her phone, she let out a sigh of realization. Her battery was dead. A painful reminder of what she had dealt with earlier.

“Um, Minhyuk?” Y/N began, trying to figure out how to ask for his assistance. “Would you, by any chance, have a charger? My phone’s dying.”

“Yeah, hold on a second.” Minhyuk rummaged through his bag, procuring a charger triumphantly after a moment. “This should work.” he offered, holding out the charger for Y/N. She accepted it gratefully, thanking him.

His eyes suddenly lit up as if remembering something exciting. “Oh, and by some lucky chance,” Minhyuk started, his hand disappearing into his bag again. This time, he emerged with a small flask. “I have some whiskey we could share, you know, to make this situation a bit more...bearable,” he suggested, the corners of his mouth upturned into a knowing smirk. “If you want to, of course.”

Y/N blinked, then burst into laughter, the tension finally flooding out of her. This was far from their ideal situation, but at least they weren’t alone. Confronted with the ridiculousness of their circumstance, they clung onto a fearless resilience that made the room seem less claustrophobic.

“Alright, Minhyuk. I’m in.” she chuckled, relief clear in her gaze. Y/N’s laughter was contagious, infecting Minhyuk, who soon joined her. His chuckles echoed in the otherwise silent room. The tension that had been hanging heavy in the air dissipated, replaced by an unforeseen easiness. The somewhat confined space no longer seemed suffocating, rather intriguing with its own possibilities.

“Just what I like to hear,” he grinned, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.

They settled comfortably, the clink of their glasses punctuating the quietness. As time trickled by, so did the rounds of drinks, each gulp chasing away traces of inhibition and coating their tongues with ease.

The alcohol warmed their insides, pushing back against the chill of reality lurking outside their solitude.

She watched as Minhyuk tried to navigate through his alcohol-induced haze, his usual composure fading as if on cue with each sip. His smile, unguarded and natural, was more infectious than ever. His giggles were a pleasant reverberation in her ears, causing her to bubble along with him over the nonsensical ramblings that fell from his lips.

Minute shifts in their positioning were registered keenly by her slightly impaired judgment — two drinks turned into three. With each drink, she noticed how he’d subtly scoot closer, the distance between them gradually reducing to a whisper.

Waves of arousal flickered in his slightly droopy eyes, making her heart pound against her ribcage — a reaction she blamed on the robust alcohol rather than her actual feelings. His prior stiffness was washed away by whiskey, his fingers inching dangerously close to hers on the shared bed, the warmth of which made her breath hitch.

“Would it be crazy if I told you I wanted to kiss you so badly right now?” Minhyuk’s voice was a low whisper, husky from the alcohol and desire, his tone faltering towards the end as he met her gaze. His question dangled in the air, heavy with the swelling anticipation that crept up her spine. “Even though I know nothing about you but your name?”

Y/N blinked, for perhaps the alcohol was playing tricks on her. A slow, bubbling laughter escaped her as she leaned on her palm, studying Minhyuk’s flushed face. The man was attractive; she’d give him that. And the alcohol, well, that was contributing to her inhibitions lowering with each passing moment.

“Crazy? Maybe,” she replied, eyes twinkling with mischief, her words just as heavy with unacted desire as his. “Does that mean I should say no, Minhyuk?”

She watched as his hopeful gaze flickered at her words, and she leaned in, whispering into his ear, “But I have never been one to turn down a little bit of crazy. So, yes. Kiss me, Minhyuk.”

The glint in her eyes spoke volumes of the exciting night that lay ahead of them, full of reckless decisions and intoxicating feelings fueled by potent alcoholic concoctions and burning desires.

She watched as his eyes fluttered at her invitation, shimmering with a heat that matched her own. The anticipation hung thick in the air around them, an electrifying energy thrumming through every atom in the room.

At her words, Minhyuk wasted no time. His fingers found purchase on the back of her neck, tipping her head back to grant him more access. The other hand snaked around her waist, drawing her flush against him, eliminating any space that dared to exist between them. Then, without another word of warning, he crashed his lips onto hers.

The kiss was a fervent collision, hungry and eager. Minhyuk’s lips were warm and intoxicating against hers, every stroke stoking the fire in her belly. She could taste the whiskey on his tongue, a sinful reminder of their reckless decisions. His hands became bold, tracing circles and lines on her back, mapping her out as though he’d run out of time. She whimpered against his mouth when he nipped her bottom lip, the sharp divide of pleasure and pain prompting her to tug his hair in retaliation.

Beneath him, she was a picture of desire, responding to every touch, every kiss with an equal level of fervor. The taste of her was ambrosia to him, sweet and addicting, filling him with a carnal craving that he hadn’t known till date.

Their world became a symphony of heavy breaths and soft moans, the kisses becoming steamy and sinful with every passing second. They were far gone in their desires, drunk on each other and the captivating spell of their shared passion. It was hot and intoxicating, the feelings surging like wildfire, engulfing their senses, leaving them reeling in its heat.

The glint in Y/N’s eyes had been a promise, one that was coming to life in their heated exchange. It was a prelude to what was to come. It was an exciting night filled with reckless decisions and intoxicating feelings, a night they would remember forever.

With each kiss, each caress, their bodies seemed to meld and unite, the sensual tension between them becoming a tangible entity, straining with shared passion. Minhyuk’s hands, guided by the fervor of his desire, sought her out, pulling her onto his lap. His arms curved around her waist, fitting to her body as though made for this singular moment.

Y/N, emboldened by her own burning need and the liquor fueling her courage, gave into the electric pull of his touch. She began a slow grind against him - a teasing rhythm that matched the intoxicating throb of the energy coursing through their intertwined bodies. Each motion created a scorching path of desire, the friction sending spiked eruptions of arousal coursing through them.

Every sway of her against him drew a groan from his lips, a testament to the effect she was having on him. Her movements were a siren’s call – seductive and irresistible, eliciting responses from the depths of his senses that he hadn’t known he was capable of.

His fingers dug into her hips, following the rhythm she’d set, guiding her movements to further stoke the spark between them. Minhyuk’s gaze, full of heat and longing, remained fixated on her - a silent plea and fervent desire inscribed in his intoxicating stare.

The room echoed their symphony of soft sighs and husky groans, pulling them even deeper into the whirlpool of their mutual desire. Each grind, each touch, was pushing them both further, scaling dizzying heights of intoxicating passion and desire from which there seemed to be no respite - not that they sought any.

In a sudden grip of anticipation, Minhyuk’s hands grasped her hipbones, freezing her in place. His gaze, still burning with an intense fire, seared into hers. “If you continue to do that, I might just have to...” His voice was laced with a heady mix of desire and a warning, leaving the sentence hanging in the air. It was a dare, a tease, drawing her into his magnetic pull. “Fuck. I might have to fuck the shit out of you, and I don’t even know your last name.”

Y/N smirked, rising to his challenge, her eyes dancing with the same wild anticipation. She leaned in, her murmured response felt more than it was heard, “Then do it, Minhyuk.”

Emboldened by her words, a wolfish grin spread on his face. He wound his arm around her waist and, in a swift move, flipped their positions. The sudden movement caused her to gasp, the momentum throwing her onto the bed. His heavy gaze pinned her down, drinking in the sight of her disheveled yet undeniably enticing appearance.

Minhyuk towered above her, his gaze predatory, full of raw desire that echoed in the pit of her stomach. His eyes roamed across her form, taking in every last detail—each slight heave of her chest, each curve under the fabric of her clothes—all of it seemed to stoke his desire further.

Minhyuk’s gaze roamed her body like a lover’s caress, the heat in his eyes enough to peel off her clothes.

His hands inched their way across her body, each careful stroke setting her skin ablaze. With deliberate movements, he trailed his fingers over the fabric of her clothes, each pass leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

His hands traveled up her sides, lifting the hem of her shirt slowly. The swift intake of her breath was a testament to her anticipation. Within moments, the fabric was discarded, leaving her bare to his greedy gaze. Y/N could only watch, the intensity of his stare stirring a frenzy inside her.

Minhyuk leaned down to plant soft kisses against her bare midriff, each one a burning mark of his desire. His lips journeyed upwards, tasting the soft skin beneath her breasts, making her clutch onto the sheets in delirium. The sinful moan that escaped her lips sent a shiver down his spine, igniting his need tenfold.

His fingers found the clasp of her bra, and, swiftly, it joined her shirt on the floor. His hands traced the curves of her breasts, fingers teasing her already-hardened nipples, eliciting an audible whimper from her.

Hooking his fingers into the waistband of her pants, he swiftly pulled it, along with her panties, down her legs. His eyes surveyed the exposed expanse of her skin with a ravenous gaze. Lowering his mouth to her navel, he pressed a lingering kiss there before sliding his hand down to the V of her thighs.

His fingers traced her slick folds, each pass causing a soft, keening sound from her. He gently slipped a finger inside, moving against the slick warmth that welcomed him, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. The way she writhed beneath him was a sight to behold, a sinful play of pleasure and anticipation.

His gaze remained fixated on her, the raw pleasure on her face stoking a wildfire within him. Dipping his mouth to her breast, he took a hardened nipple into his mouth. At the same time, his fingers continued their sinful dance, and that was when all her inhibitions crumbled.

As he continued his intimate exploration, he gripped her hip to steady her squirming body. His low, husky voice echoed in the silent room, laced with desire and a faint edge of control. “You like this, don’t you?” His words were followed by a sinful smirk.

“You’re so wet for me... you’re desperate for more, aren’t you?” he taunted, the predatory glint in his eyes intensifying. With every stroke of his finger, he painted her pleasure onto the canvas of the silence that hung heavy between them. His thumb massaged her sensitive bud in tiny circles, eliciting a cry from her. His fingers worked tirelessly, pushing her towards the precipice of pleasure, her responses a testament to his skillful touch.

A shaky affirmation escaped her lips, a breathy ‘yes’ that did nothing to halt his relentless pace. His fingers delved deeper, quickening their tempo, pushing her further and further into the abyss of ecstasy. Her body, under the torment of his skillful fingers, writhed and twisted in pleasure-filled agony, and all she could do was hold onto him as he steered her world towards a disarray of exquisite sensations.

He added a second finger, challenging her ability to keep her moans under control. His dirty comments only fueled her arousal, her mind barely able to register anything beyond the coiling sensation within her, ready to erupt under his persistent ministrations.

Her frenzied movements matched the rhythm of his fingers, her body instinctively seeking more of the intoxicating pleasure he was granting her. The room was filled with the erotic symphony of her soft pleas and the sinful sounds of his fingers tracing her moist folds, a salacious testament to the heated exchange that was unfolding.

Just as she was teetering on the edge of release, he pulled his fingers away. His menacing grin widened at her whimper of loss. “Not yet, Y/N,” he warned, a gleam of amusement in his eyes as he observed her almost-pouting expression. “So cute.”

“Don’t do this, Minhyuk,” she protested, her eyes flashing with annoyance and desperate need. He chuckled low in his throat at her complaint, leaning down to kiss her, his teeth teasingly grazing her bottom lip.

“Now, now... be patient,” he teased, swaggering backward as he began to undress, his eyes never leaving her. The sight of him stripping was just as erotic, his sculpted physique a masterpiece as it was unveiled bit by bit. Seeing him standing before her in all his glory made her heart race; her anticipation heightened with the knowledge of what was yet to come.

With a smirk, Minhyuk crawled back onto the bed, resuming his position between her spread thighs. He locked eyes with her, the predatory gleam in his eyes unwavering. His hand snaked between their bodies, his finger tracing the lines of her core. “You’re so wet, baby,” he cooed before his voice dropped into a low, intimate whisper. “Are you ready?” he asked, his eyes flaring with intense desire. “Because I can’t wait to fuck you.”

His toned body hovered over hers, his dominant presence casting a shadow that caused her excitement to flare. He watched her, eyes dark with anticipation, analyzing her reactions as he ran his length teasingly against her moist core. Her body shivered in response, a soft moan escaping her lips.

Ignoring her eager pleas, he continued his slow torment, gradually inching closer but never letting his length fully enter her. The raw pleasure in seeing her squirm beneath him, her pleas becoming more desperate with each teasing stroke, consumed him.

“Patience, baby,” he purred out, chuckling at her impatience. His hand snaked up to twirl a hard nipple, sending sweet sparks of pleasure through her body.

When her whining reached a peak, Minhyuk finally relented. Aligning himself at her entrance, he locked eyes with her, biting his lip as a devilish grin spread across his face. The heat in his gaze held a promise, one of relinquishing the intense torment he’d fabricated and giving in to the wild carnage of desire they both sought.

“Are you ready? Because I am,” he rasped as he started to push into her, his girth stretching her deliciously. The sudden intrusion made her gasp, her nails digging into his muscular back.

He began to move inside her at a leisurely pace, testing her responsiveness, relishing the way she writhed beneath him. Each stroke he provided was deliberate and slow, making her squirm for more. “Is this what you wanted, Y/N?” he groaned out, the pleasure starting to build within him. “Is this how you wanted me to fuck you?”

Her nods, interspersed with pleas for him to move faster, caused him to chuckle darkly. Obliging her request, he snapped his hips faster, pounding into her with a rhythm that would leave her begging for more.

As he pounded into her, their bodies meshed in a rhythm that was all their own - raw, primal, and urgent. Her breathy moans harmonized with his low grunts, filing the room with a symphony of their ecstasy. “Minhyuk...more...” she gasped out between her moans, to which he only smirked devilishly.

Hearing her plead for more spurred him on, and he set an even faster pace, each of his thrusts designed to drive her to the edge. “You’re so tight, baby,” he praised, his eyes flashing with pure lust as he watched her unravel beneath him.

He leaned down to capture her lips, silencing her moans with a passion-filled kiss. She responded fervently, her hands grasping at his back, her nails leaving crescent imprints on his skin.

“Tell me, Y/N,” he growled against her lips, “tell me how much you need this...how much you need me.”

Her response was immediate, her voice a breathy whisper amid the ragged intakes of breath, “I need you, Minhyuk...only you.” Her admission acted as a catalyst, stirring him into action. He thrust into her with renewed vigour, intent on pushing her to the brink of absolute ecstasy. His movements became more erratic as he neared his climax, his grunts blending with her cries of pleasure. The room was filled with their combined essence, an intoxicating aroma potent with desire.

And just when she was on the edge, on the verge of tumbling into an overload of pleasure, he slowed his pace, wanting to draw out the pleasure for both of them. His movements were calculated, each thrust designed to elicit an even sweeter moan from her. He grazed his fingers down her body, circling her sensitive bud, causing her to quiver beneath him.

“Minhyuk, please,” she whimpered, her plea sounding almost pathetic in the saturated atmosphere.

“As you wish, gorgeous,” he whispered into her ear, grinning against her skin, his teeth nipping at her neck playfully.

Amused by her pleading, Minhyuk finally gave in, his control snapping as he thrust into her with renewed vigor. His hips snapped with the recklessness of a man starved, his every movement now dedicated to bringing them both to the precipice of pleasure.

“Yes, just like that,” she moaned, her nails digging into his back, encouraging his aggressive pace. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper within her. She could feel the coiling heat within her build with every pounding thrust, each one hitting a spot that made stars flash in her vision.

“Fuck, Y/N…” he groaned, his voice rough with desire, “You’re so…fuck”. He couldn’t form sentences, the overwhelming pleasure fogging his mind like nothing else. His grunts and groans complimented her cries of pleasure, creating a lewd melody that filled the room.

With one last powerful thrust, he hit a spot within her that had her seeing stars. “That’s it, Minhyuk... don’t stop...” she cried out, her body shaking beneath him, “I’m close...”

His thrusts became more erratic, a clear sign he was reaching his end, too. Finally, with one last stroke, the coil within her snapped. She let out an intense scream, her climax washing over her in waves of sheer ecstasy. “Minhyuk!” she cried, her body convulsing beneath him.

Feeling her clamp around him was all it took to send him over the edge. He groaned, his voice deep and brimming with satisfaction as he came, his body trembling as he released into her. “Fuck, Y/N.” He stammered out, panting as the remnants of pleasure coursed through him.

He collapsed next to her, both of their bodies sweaty and spent. They lay in silence, their chests heaving as they tried to regain their breath. The smell of sex and sweat filled the room, a sinful testament to their heated exchange. “That was...” she began, unable to say it.

“Perfect,” he finished for her, pulling her in closer, their naked bodies molding perfectly together. “Absolutely perfect.” His lips met hers in a tender but passionate kiss, the taste of her still lingering on his lips.

After the kiss, he rolled himself out of bed, padding naked to the en suite bathroom. He returned with a damp washcloth, attending to her with gentle care. As he cleaned her up, her eyes fluttered closed in satisfaction, a soft smile playing on her lips at his tender actions. Once done, he discarded the cloth and climbed back into the bed, pulling her flushed body into his arms. They soon drifted off into a deep, contented sleep, their bodies tangled intimately together.

Upon waking, Y/N found herself alone in the sprawling hotel bed. The slight worry that gripped her was irrational; she knew, but she couldn’t help the pang of loneliness in the vacant space next to her left. The sheets beside her held the warmth of his body, a silent testament to the passionate exchange that had unfolded.

Just as she was about to sit up, the door creaked open, and Minhyuk strolled in, a tray laden with breakfast in his hands and a smile on his handsome face. The sight washed away any residual worry, replacing it with a warm sense of happiness. His gaze met hers, and the smile he wore broadened.

“Thought one of us should get breakfast,” he explained, setting the tray on the bedside table before crawling back into the bed next to her. He gently pulled her into his embrace, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face.

They spent the rest of the morning in bed, stealing bites of food from each other and sharing gentle kisses. As they giggled and conversed, Y/N couldn’t help but marvel at the man who had satiated her physically and managed to fill a space in her heart she didn’t know was vacant. Y/N knew one thing with certainty. She wanted more mornings like these, more moments filled with love and laughter with Minhyuk. And if his devoted gaze was anything to go by, he wanted the same.

“So,” Minhyuk said after swallowing his food, “I would like to know your last name. And maybe get your number. It seems far since we might be stuck together for another night together.”

“Is that so?” Y/N teased, her eyes sparkling with mirth. She was about to ask him why they might be stuck together for another night when Minhyuk cut her off.

“Look outside, Y/N,” he said, pointing towards the window. She followed his gaze, and her breath hitched at the sight. Outside the window, snow was falling heavily, forming a beautiful, dense blanket of white, reflecting the dim light from the street lamps. It was clear that the snowstorm wasn’t about to let up any time soon, meaning they really could be stuck together for another night.

An excited thrill ran through her at the thought. The prospect of spending another night with Minhyuk locked away from the world in their warm cocoon held a certain appeal she couldn’t deny.

“I guess we’re snowed in then,” she concluded, her lips curving into a playful smirk. She turned her gaze back to his, meeting his eyes that mirrored her excitement, “And my last name? My number? They’re all yours, Minhyuk. All yours.”

They smiled at each other in anticipation for the night ahead, causing a delightful shiver to run down their spines. Outside, the snow fell even more heavily, all but guaranteeing they’d be spending another night of passion and connection together.

#kchristmas #kvanity #ksmutsociety #monsta x imagines #monsta x x reader #monsta x fluff #minhyuk x reader #minhyuk imagines #minhyuk imagine

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dailyadventureprompts · 2 years

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Deity: The Radiant Unborn, Outer god of Nascent Calamity

“I know what I’ve done and I stand by my actions. Better that this world is a barren place free of warmpth or mirth than give that thing a chance to take root”

-Ymelie of Arrowgate, heretical witchhunter, taken as part testimony prior to her execution

Creation is a sacred act no matter how small or fleeting, which is what makes it so perverse when that act is suborned to the will of another. Luminaries forced to build weapons to practice their science, the artist who’s work is stolen for the glory of another, young people forced to live a life they never would have wanted just to uphold a social order. The world is made darker by these cruel concessions, and in that darkness a cruel light thrives.

it has no name, no real will, its existence is charted in the wake of devastation it causes, rather than in a doctrine espoused by its followers. It is known by those who delve the occult mysteries of the cosmos as the Radiant Unborn and simply put: It turns creative potential into a bomb, feeding off what could be in a pyroclastic eruption of fire, flesh, and chaos.

Wretched Origin is a god in only the loosest sense that it distorts reality the way a god might, the way a body might be distorted by a high velocity impact transmuting what was once alive through several distinct phases until what is left is nothing but gore and tragedy. No one would call what it does a miracle: It begins first as a fever in the body of some poor victim forced to make some terrible and unwanted compromise, they grow worse as their flesh chars from within and they near the point of no return, at which point the Unborn blossoms within them and destroys everything it touches.

What is left behind in the aftermath can never be predicted. Some grotesque aberration may come into being as a bit of the far realm slips through, other times it is some avenging nightmare wrought to do their “parents” secret will, despite their remains still smoldering in a nearby crater. Still rarer are those times that the victim is left relatively unscathed, burnt and disoriented but left otherwise unharmed in a sea of devastation.

Hooks

The party is called to seek the apprentice of a in influential mage, after a disastrous experiment on the student’s part led to several deaths. Guilt ridden and feverish, the student wanders the city rehashing the equations they’d so carefully practiced, letting the Radiant Unborn take root in their mind. This whole fiasco was contrived by one of the mage’s rivals, who sabotaged the apprentice’s experiment by working a few of the outergod’s signs into her research materials. His aim is to have the apprentice blow up in the mage’s face, possibly taking out a rival and letting him advance his position.

Some aberrations seem to call upon Wretched Origin as part of their life cycle, spawning progeny in ways their alien anatomy might not allow. A plane hopping scientist has theorized that the outergod only became dangerous when it jumped to mortal life through eldritch cross contamination the way most plague starts off as a mostly harmless sickness in livestock. This scientist happens to have the past several decades as a brain-in-a-jar and has very few qualms about testing their theories through human experimentation.

All eyes in the tavern turn to the previously sullen young man (mostly overlooked by the party) as he rises screaming from his seat, dumps his drink over himself, begins steaming, and then barrels out the door to hurl himself in the nearest canal. Pulling him free of the murky and near boiling water, the party gets his story: Apparently he’s a journeyman sculptor, forced by his master to work on a statue for the very same magistrate who evicted his family in the middle of winter some years ago when he decided to collect on rents early. Resentful over the months of poverty and near starvation forced upon them, the sculptor feels like there’s something inside him trying to get out, with these burning fits coming on more and more as the day of the statue’s unveiling draws closer.

There’s one group that tolerates, and even welcomes the presence of the Radiant Unborn: Harsupex, those goreslicked oracles who prognosticate upon the future by picking through the guts of sacrifices, animal or otherwise. The viscera spilled by the outergod is held to be particularly potent when it comes to prophesying future calamities, though many who indulge in this fusion of forbidden arts ( what with needing a human sacrifice to invoke the Unborn’s presence) grow nihilistic or obsessed, either convinced the end is inevitable or else desperate to stop it. Some of these doomsayers go so far as to take on the scorching infection, using regeneration magic to stuff their own innerds back together to allow for repeated glimpses of a doomed future.

Titles: Wretched Origin, The Nova Blister, Weltwelp

Signs: Spontaneous Human Combustion, Viscera like shapes in flames.

Symbols: A Seven Pointed Star composed irregular, sometimes curving lines. Usually carved or painted in red. Seems to evoke entrails

Followers: Other than the aforementioned aberrations, very few actively worship the Radiant Unborn, with a few profane magical traditions cultivating it the way a alchemist might cultivate a sprig of rare poison. To be Glib: It gets a lot of bang for your buck if all you want is to cause chaos at the cost of a ruined life or two.

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you get enough asks of people with similar questions and i told myself i wouldn’t add to the list, but i’m rly struggling rn.

i’ve been an active hellenistic polytheist for 3 years now, and an apollo worshiper for around 2.

yet, i haven’t really felt a connection to apollo for a year now. anytime i pray to him, it feels hollow.

i know that the advice people typically give is to move on, but i feel like then it’d be a waste. its quite terrible of me to say, but ive spent so much money and time setting up such a dedicated altar just for it to collect dust.

any ideas or advice? no worries if not. have a lovely day my friend :]

Hey, Max, thank you for the ask! I apologize for the delay.

So, I originally wrote a whole ass post that had paragraphs of information, suggestions, and advice, but Tumblr hates me and decided to just crash and not save literally any of it. 🙃 I'm hoping I can give you good information regardless of this setback. Also, please don't feel bad about asking questions; I honestly enjoy it, especially since some information can be hard to come by. All my information is merely advice and suggestions based on my own experience, but I hope it's helpful to you - and maybe even others - regardless.

The first thing I'll do is share some links that could be helpful for you. This one talks a bit about Deity Disconnect™ - something that I feel I can safely say has happened to every pagan and polytheist. Sometimes faith and spirituality come in waves, ebbing in and out as naturally as the ocean, but it doesn't always mean that a deity has left us. If you'd like to try reconnecting with Apollo through bonding activities and the like, this link and that link both lead to posts that mention some ways you can bond with a deity. Although I'm not sure if any of these will be helpful to you, I hope that they are. 🧡

I feel it's also important to mention that many devotees of Apollo find it difficult to connect with him during the winter. For me, I feel the feeling of disconnect begin as early as the middle of Fall and stay as late as the very beginning of Spring. Many attribute this to the myth of Apollo leaving for Hyperborea and leaving his seat in Delphi for Dionysus to temporarily take over. If you've been trying to reconnect during Winter, or even potentially Fall, the disconnect from Apollo may feel even stronger than usual because of this. I would wait to readdress this issue with him until Spring rolls around, personally, just in case this disconnect could be contributing to your problem at all.

Along with all that, I'm inclined to ask whether you've addressed this topic with him directly. Have you been able to communicate with Apollo directly about this and get his thoughts? In my experience, deities will typically let you know if they're stepping away, rather than yoinking away super suddenly and without a given cause (or at the very least, they are more than willing to provide a reason if you ask them); this tends to be especially true when it comes to deities you've been very close with in the past. If you haven't already, I'd highly encourage you to speak with Apollo in a format that allows him to provide a response to your questions, such as divination or meditation.

I do also have to say that sometimes deities leave but return later. It's entirely possible he is simply taking a break or stepping away temporarily. Maybe he feels you need to focus on other deities more at this time or he has simply taught all he can (or all that's relevant) at the moment. He could return full force later on in your life, be it a few days from now or a few years. This is something I'd ask him about specifically in order to clarify his intentions.

Ok, but what if he really is leaving and doing so in a more permanent fashion? Well, in that case, I encourage you to do whatever feels right for you. Take down his altar, or leave it up; it's entirely your choice. Even when deities leave our lives, they never truly leave, and most of the time, if we need a deity's help, we are still welcome to call upon their aid, even if they've "left". It's also possible that he is still ok with you worshipping or venerating him, even if he does choose to step away. There are some deities that I mostly just venerate but don't do much else past that, and that's perfectly ok. Sometimes it just feels nice to acknowledge a deity and show them appreciation, even if you're not particularly close to them. These are all things you need to have a direct conversation with Apollo about, however, as I cannot speak for him or what he is comfortable with.

Although it can feel like a waste of time, energy, and hell even money, please do remember that it is never truly a waste if your relationship to Apollo meant something - and still means something - to you. You put genuine time, love, and care into the altar you created, and regardless of what happens going forward, I'm sure he still appreciates that. It's important to know that when a deity feels the need to step away, it's not because they stop caring for you or the time you've spent together; they simply feel it's in your best interest for them to be more distant for the time being, but regardless, they are still there. They are still present in the world and life around you. Apollo can still be felt in the warmth of the sun on your skin and the rush of excitement you feel when the beat of music reverberates in your chest. He is still near, even if he feels far. He is still there, even if he feels absent. These are not things you're required to focus on or even acknowledge, however, if it makes you uncomfortable or you'd rather terminate your relationship with Apollo. I just figure it may be comforting to hear.

If the following doesn't apply to you at all or you simply disagree with my perspective, please feel free to completely disregard all this; it's heavily based on my own personal experience and beliefs. Do you work with Apollo or worship him? I know it sounds rather silly and somewhat ridiculous to ask, but I have personally noticed a significant change in my deity relationships when I focused more on worship than work. I have noticed that, a lot of times, deity work can end in that deity eventually departing because the things you're working on can eventually be resolved or improved enough that you no longer need them. To me, personally, deity worship often has a more permanent meaning, although that obviously doesn't ring true for everyone. If you were doing deity work with Apollo, it's entirely possible that he feels he's helped you the best he can with whatever you originally reached out about and has decided that you no longer need his assistance or guidance. If that's the case (which it obviously could not be), then you can absolutely ask him if he's comfortable switching your relationship to something that is more long-term worship based rather than short-term "please assist me with this specific thing" based. And since I'm sure someone will mention it, I do want to acknowledge that there is nuance in every type of deity relationship, and you can absolutely have a long-term "deity work" based relationship and a short-term "deity worship" based relationship. There are exceptions to everything, and everything contains nuance and complexity. I don't want to discount either of those things; this is just me sharing something based on my personal understanding, and no one has to take me at face-value.

Anyway, I hope I was able to answer your question and give you some suggestions or advice that helps. Regardless, I hope you're able to figure this situation out and that Apollo can address you more directly about it. I wish you the best on your spiritual journey. Take care, and have a good day/night. 🧡

#asks #answered asks #deity worship #apollo deity #apollon deity

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superworldunkown · 2 years

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Goodnight Katsuki Pt 2

AN: looks like we all need some Bakugou headcannons in these trying times. Part 2 let’s go

Summary: Random Bakugou headcanons about our boy in bed. Insert yourself into the narrative but writing directed to my melanin queen

Nightlight: You like a little bit of light when you snooze. Your apartment has a beautiful view of that water, which causes the light of the moon to reflect its glow into your bedroom, illuminating the space. Katsuki’s apartment is right in the city so the curtains are always drawn. But, he does sleep with a small glimmer of light in the shape of his favorite hero figurine. Katsuki didn’t go into detail why he liked a little light at night; you just assumed he was being a bit of a fanboy because it was All Might related, however when you began to hear stories of Katsuki in his younger years and the trauma he had been through, you began to understand and reconciled that if/when he’s ready, he’ll tell you about it.

Nightmares: As much as he’s been working on himself, his training, and his hero image, he still falls victim to night terrors. There’s no rhythm to their occurrence. He could be having a great day, kicking villains ass or be anxious about an upcoming mission or riddled by a case that involved civilian casualties. Katsuki didn’t care; when it happened it happened and he dealt with them in his own way. It wasn’t until it happened one night in bed with you did they become an issue. It happened three more times over the course of your relationship and he tried desperately to hide them, but one night when you awoke to his body trembling next to you, you pressed your lips to his back and your hand gently on the scar over his chest, “when you’re ready,” you murmured into his skin, “I’m here.”

Collectibles: Speaking of All Might (and fanboy behavior), Katsuki has a shelf in his room for some of his most prized All Might collectibles. A few action figures, a magazine, a framed picture of himself, Izuku and the number one hero from his U.A days (You always found it humorous that he looked so angry in the photo, but you could see in his eyes he was trying his very best not to give away some excitement). When you moved in together in your new place you hung up two shelves on the wall because you knew he had a a lot more mementos. But in Katsuki fashion, he lectured you for one of them not being entirely level but when he brushed his lips on your shoulder you could feel a smile form on his lips

Nightstand: No need to reiterate that Katsuki is a Minimalist; his nightstand contains a small lamp, alarm clock, and s square tile for his glass of water, that’s it! However… when you go peaking into the drawer of his nightstand you find Katsuki’s true form, a sentimental nerd (will reveal contents in part 3)

Blankets: Katsuki busts out the best blankets when the weather turns. He likes to be warm when the outside is cold so cue the heated blankets and thick comforters. Cozy, comforting, and Devine was how best to describe sinking into those covers. You made any excuse to sleep over at his place during winter.

Make out: The city is his area for war and the bedroom is the battleground for love. Katsuki doesn’t really do PDA. Maybe he’ll pinch your bum or initiate a cuddle when he’s feeling egotistical about a win or the fact that you, one of the most beautiful things he’s seen is his partner and he wants EVERYONE to know perfection does exist and you’re exhibit fucking A….but those moments are very rare. What isn’t rare however is his PDA in the comfort of his own home. Making out in bed is his thing. He wants to get tangled up in the sheets with you and he seeks out your lips in the middle of the night if he’s up. He’s read enough romance novels to perfect his silver tongue and nothing goads his ego more when he parts his lips from you and you breathlessly whisper “damn, where did you learn to do that”

See y’all in part 3?

#bakugou katsuki #bakugo #bakugou headcanons #bnha #mha #domestic bakugou #bakugou x black reader

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eddiescorrodedcoffin86 · 2 years

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Rock The Night

Your boyfriend sends you on his deal

Part 2: Bad Medicine

Eddie Munson Masterlist

Minors go away I’ll kick you in the forehead. Boyfriend and Reader are Eddie's age. Smut. Cheeky Eddie, flirty Eddie, gentleman Eddie. Fingering. Unprotected p in v sex (stay safe, babes). Brief oral (vaginal). Choking. Eddie’s a biter no one can convince me otherwise. Licking to sub for biting. But still biting cause Eddie is so unhinged he'd bite anyway. Cheating. Dacryphilia. So much dirty talk. AFAB Reader. He calls you sweetheart. Overstimulation. I don't think there's pronouns actually used but he calls you descriptive pet names like gorgeous and pretty thing and the reader has a momentary feminine description of their outfit. Very slight orgasm denial. He degrades your boyfriend literally the whole time so I guess you could say its a kink(?). Drugs (Be responsible) if you know me and you see this no you don’t 🔫🧍🏻‍♀️

Your boyfriend Charles was… anything but a boyfriend, really. He’d been fine in the beginning, not perfect but good enough considering you didn’t have much to compare it to. You’d met him in middle school, he’d given you a flower because it was “as pretty as you” and the two of you had been pretty much attached at the hip since then.

When you got into highschool and he moved up on the food chain, he took you with him, despite your actual disdain for the popular crowd and lack of appearances, you were well known simply because of your relationship with the basketball player. After graduation, despite his drastic change of character, the two of you stayed together and Charles got a job at his dad's company, go figure, and the two of you moved in together a year after graduation. You thought after graduation he'd propose, had actually prepared for it the day he called the house, telling you to get dressed nice because he was taking you out to celebrate 'a surprise' as he'd called it. his 'surprise' was a Pontiac Fiero GT, for himself, that you weren't allowed to drive. Ever.

You thought were going to explode that night, you sat in that stupid restaurant on the edge of town, tapping your heel as you clenched your jaw, and Charles didn't take a single hint that you were pissed specifically at him. Not even when you made him sleep on the couch, he'd muttered something about you PMSing and then grabbed his pillow and a blanket from the closet before going to sleep on the couch.

Eddie Munson was, in every way, completely different from Charles. Where Charles was short and gruff and was an exact replica of his father, void of any true emotion, Eddie was... loud, eccentric, goofy, flirty, and he always had that wide grin on his face. Eddie made his differences from Charles very obvious on the rare occasion he would see you in public without him, though your interactions were brief he made the most of them, and you found yourself looking forward to seeing him on the street, he could turn even that into a wonderful experience.

He toned it down when Charles would bring you to deals, of course, but you could tell by the way his shoulders squared and his jaw tensed when you would tell Charles you were cold and he'd respond with 'shoulda brought a jacket' instead of doing the boyfriend thing and giving you his. Then there were the times he'd bring you, but Eddie would hear the car turn off, in the dead of winter, and hear Charles' keys jingling in his pocket when he walked his stupid ass into Eddie's trailer, warm thanks to the space heaters placed throughout it. He would try to make those deals go by faster.

What pissed you off more, was that Eddie had let a 'sweetheart' slip once, and instead of asking Eddie what it was about, he asked you when you'd made it back to the car, resulting in an argument that ended with you sleeping at your mother's house for a few days. The next time you saw Eddie without Charles, he'd profusely apologized, which only progressed when you told him it was fine but to not let it happen again because you'd been blamed for it.

Charles' "worry" about Eddie didn't last long, he saw Eddie the same way everyone else thought of him, and it made your blood boil because Eddie was anything but those things, and assumed that you could never possibly like someone like that. Boy was he wrong. Eddie had begun to plague your thoughts constantly ever since Charles started bringing you with him to deals, all you could think about was the rings on his fingers, the way his fingers curled around his lunchbox, his wrists, his arms, his tattoos which were only on display when he took his jacket off, and you were sure he'd started doing that on purpose because he'd started taking it off when it was like 67 degrees outside, you were completely infatuated with Eddie Munson and everything about him. You had to bite your lip most of the time during sex with Charles so you wouldn't moan out Eddie's name, your brain almost completely replacing the man who was actually inside you.

Which is why, when Charles told you that he had to go to a business dinner with his dad and he needed you to go pick up his stuff from Eddie at his trailer, you thought your chest was gonna burst, stuttering out an 'okay' as Charles got dressed for work that morning. He'd gave you a heavy sigh, thinking your response was hesitation as he explained "look I know he's a freak but I need you to do this, not whine about it" before leaving for work without another word.

You'd spent the first half of the day trying to figure out what the hell to wear, eventually deciding on a knitted blue and white mini dress, white gogo boots, and a white headband to push your hair back.

When you got to Eddie's trailer you sat in your second-hand car, Charles' old car, and stared at it for about five minutes before going to the door, straightening your dress before knocking on the door. After a moment you heard slight stomps, like someone was jogging, and then door yanked open, revealing the ever-gorgeous Eddie Munson in his signature Hellfire shirt, you wondered if he had several of them or if he just washed one and wore it almost every day.

"L/N." Eddie blinked rapidly and looked behind you. "Charles not coming?" He asked, his eyes running over your dress as he stepped aside to let you in, he just barely see your underwear if he looked hard enough, he wondered if you did that on purpose, if you did any of the things you did to him on purpose, though he doubted it, a guy could dream, though. And dream he will.

"No. He's got a business thing with his dad and i'm sure he'll go out for a drink regardless of the outcome so he sent me." Eddie let out a scoff at that and mumbled somethign you couldn't quite understand, but you didn't question him. "Sorry about the mess, by the way." You hadn't even noticed he was picking up cans and cigarette packs, too focused on the mug and hat collection on the walls. "Maid took the week off." You laughed softly and shook your head. "It's fine."

"Alright, the stuff's back in my room, you can stay here, of course." He shook his head. "I'll go get it." He turned but stopped when you spoke up. "Can I have a tour?" His head spun so fast you thought you heard his neck snap. "What?" He chuckled softly. "A tour?" You nodded. "Alright... its not much. This is the living room/kitchen/dining room. on that end is my uncle's room, he works at the plant, and this way is the bathroom and my room." He motioned as he started walking.

You'd always wondered what Eddie's bedroom looked like, and it was better than anything you could have imagined, Eddie went to his closet as you gazed around his room, taking in all the posters he had on his walls and the clutter on every flat surface and a beautiful guitar hung against a mi- are those handcuffs? Those are definitely handcuffs. You were walking over to the chains before you even registered it, your feet moving over and your hand reaching out to touch them.

"Ahem." You yelped and spun around, knocking into the wall when you realized how close Eddie was, holding out a pill bottle that had several baggies crammed inside, one contained what you knew was Charles' cocaine, one had three blue pills, one had two heartshaped pills, and the largest contained weed. "Keep this hidden in that pretty little purse of yours." He winked. You nodded a little and reached out, taking the bottle and handing him the money from inside your bra, watching as his eyes widened, glued to your chest. You'd done this before, on the few occasions you had to pay for Charles' drugs because he 'accidentally forgot his wallet', but Charles was always around so he was never allowed to look, not that he was now, but you weren't stopping him, and he was close enough now that he could see what color and material your bra was, white lace.

"Thanks, Munson." You said softly, swallowing thickly when his creamy fingers slid over yours when he took the money, that was definitely on purpose. "No need to thank me, sweetheart." He licked his lips and cleared his throat again as he straightened up. "So, what do you say, since the ol' ball and chain won't be back for a while, we smoke before you go?" He raised a brow.

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Now, here you are, laughing wildly while Eddie tried to tug your boot off. "Eddie! Ow!!" You laughed. "You have to unzip it!" You wiggled around on the bed, Eddie standing beside it and holding your ankle. "Not to mention you're just tugging on my leg!" You laughed.

Eddie looked at his hands, laughing with you, his hands were wrapped around the top of your ankle, and the heel of your foot, but the placement of his fingers and his grip had him pulling your leg instead of the leathery material. You'd already smoked one blunt by now, a second one lit but only having a few hits off of it. "Well why didn't you say that?!" "Because it's a shoe! I shouldn't have to tell you to undo it!" You laughed, yelping as he flipped your leg over and slid the zipper down your leg. You could feel the heat in your chest and neck as he slid it off, your other boot following before he was laying beside you on the bed, Van Halen playing from the stereo in his room as he took the blunt when you handed it over. "Do your feet ever hurt after wearing those damn things all day?" Eddie chuckled softly. "You were.. always wearing them in highschool if I remember properly." Which he was, he thought about you and those damn boots all through school.

"Wait." You laughed softly. "If you remember properly?" You leaned up on one elbow and looked down at him curiously, watching his cheeks flush as a smirk quirked at your lips. "Yeah." He shrugged casually. You laughed softly and licked your lips. ".... Charles never asked me if my feet hurt... or took my shoes off for me." You didn't mean to say that out loud, Jesus what kind of weed did Eddie keep to himself? This was.. good stuff.

"Yeah? That's cause Charles is a fucking dick." Eddie huffed, shaking his head as he passed the blunt back to you. You laughed and nodded quickly. "You're telling me." You hit the blunt a couple times. "I've had, like, one orgasm with the guy, and it was because I was doing most of the work." You scoffed before widening your eyes and looking at him quickly.

"Don't ever repeat that, Munson. Oh my god i can't believe I said that." You covered your face in embarrassment. "Wait... you're serious? He's never made you.." his eyes trailed down to your crotch, your own legs twisted together, the expanse of your thighs tantalizing him from under the blue knitted string.

"No. He hasn't, okay? Can we not talk about it? It's embarrassing." Eddie scoffed. "It's fucking criminal is what it is." He shook his head. "Haven't you guys been together for, like, ever?" He shook his head in bewilderment.

"Ughhhhh Eddie can you please shut up?" You laughed softly, shaking your head as Eddie joined in. "Why? It's the truth... someone as gorgeous as you... you deserve to have multiple orgasms a day." He scoffed. "You can't say that Mun-" "I'm serious." He interrupted, lifting up and taking the blunt from you to put it out. The joking tone was gone from his voice as he settled to look down at you again, his eyes running over the expanse of your body.

“He should be killing himself to give you two a day. At the very least. And that’s the bare minimum, sweetheart. He doesn’t do anything a boyfriend should do.” Eddie licked his lips, his hand inching closer to you. “If you were mine…” he scoffed a little. “I’d have you crying at least once a day from how good I’d fuck you..”

When you shuddered, Eddie let out a soft chuckle. "I bet you'd like that.." He said softly. "Wouldn't you?" He licked his lips slowly. "I bet you'd look so pretty." You could only describe the sound that came from his throat as a desperate groan. "Full of my cum... tears streaming down this pretty face and filling those pretty eyes.." He whispered, seemingly lost in his own thoughts.

"Eddie... you can't.. just say things like that." "Who said I'm just sayin' 'em?" He raised a brow, sliding closer to you and gently laying his hand on your hip. "Look... I wanna try something, and if you don't like it, you can leave and we'll pretend it never happened." He swallowed thickly.

You hesitated before giving him a soft nod, and then his lips were on yours. He started gentle, slow, his lips just pressed to yours, until he went to pull away and you were chasing him. "I didn't say stop, Munson." You mumbled softly. Eddie looked at you with a slight shocked expression for a moment before his lips were immediately pressed to yours again, only this time with a lot more urgency, his hand gripping your hip tighter as he rolled on top of you, groaning happily. "Fuck you're... so hot." He chuckled, looking down at you as he hovered above you. "Can I take your dress off?"

You didn't hesitate to nod. "Yes. Please." He grinned and gently sat you up, grabbing the hem of the dress and pulling it off, laying you back again and letting his eyes run over every smooth curve of your body, is hands sliding over the smooth flesh of your torso before gently squeezing your lace-clad breasts. "Dreamed about these..." he mumbled softly. "You put your money there on purpose?" He asked, looking down at you as you bit your lip, giving him a coy smile. "I don't know what you're talking about, it's a safe place to put anything." You teased lightly.

"Right, and the fact that it's, like, the hottest thing on the planet is a coincidence?" He teased as you giggled. "Completely and totally." You bit your lip happily as Eddie chuckled, kissing him back when he leaned down and pressed your lips together, you didnt even realize he was reaching under you to get your bra off until he was sliding it off of you and tossing it somewhere in his room. "Really? I'm, like, never gonna find that again! This place is a wreck!" You laughed.

"You make one less bra sound like a bad thing." "I won't be able to keep my money there." "I'll find it later." He chuckled, pulling his shirt off and kissing you, sliding his hand over the front of your panties slowly, massaging you through them, grinning a bit. "Already so wet, all I've done is feel you up and kiss you a little. You that needy, baby?"

You whined softly, nodding as Eddie kissed and licked lightly at your neck, licking to substitute for wanting to bite and suck on your neck. "He should have the title man revoked from him." Eddie scoffed, degrading your boyfriend as he massaged your pussy over your panties. "Leaving such a pretty, desperate thing like yourself unsatisfied." He shook his head. "Doesn't even seem like the type to hold you after."

You whined and shook your head quickly. "H-he's not, he-he just goes right to sleep." You moaned, ressing into his hand needily. Eddie scoffed and shook his head, licking his lips slowly. "When he falls asleep... do you go the bathroom and give your pretty little pussy what it deserves?" He purred, an underlying condescending tone in his voice that had your blood rushing through your veins. "Or do you just do it right there next to him?" He hummed, his teeth sliding along your jaw slowly as you shuddered, giving him a weak nod, a yes to both questions.

"Yeah? What do you think about?" He whispered, sliding his hand into your panties and his fingers through your folds, moaning when he felt how wet you were. "Fuck..." he whispered. "What has got you so wet, hm?" He whispered softly, tilting his head as he looked down at you, following your eyes over to the handcuffs on his wall, chuckling softly. "Mm.. another time." He looked back at you.

"Another time?" You asked, hopeful. "Mhm.. if you wanna." Eddie grinned at your frantic nodding. "Now, I believe I asked you a question." He teased. You hesitated, shifting a little and biting your lip before responding. "I... I think about you." Quiet enough that you almost didin't hear yourself, but Eddie did, and it had him going feral.

"Fuck.. really?" He asked, his fingers circling your clit slowly as you nodded, moaning and dropping your head back as you bit your lip lightly. “Yeah. Most of the time I have to think about you to even get there.. but he’s usually cumming and stopping right before I get there.” You pouted.

“Aww poor baby.” Eddie shook his head. “A real man would fuck you despite the overstimulation.” He huffed. “Especially if he came first. Though, a gentleman never does.” He licked along the side of your jaw and went to say something else but you beat him to it. “And you’re a gentleman…” you said it softly, like it was some giant revelation that would change the world, and it would, your world, anyway.

“Exactly.” Eddie laughed softly and kissed you as two fingers slid inside you, when you gasped he slid his tongue against yours, the two of you moaning and pressing closer into the contact. He thrusted his fingers slowly at first, curling them up slightly while his thumb circled your clit. "A gentleman would lay you down... cover this gorgeous body of yours with marks.." he bit down on his lip, knowing he couldn't do that. "Or kisses." He pressed his fingers deeper into you, making you shudder as you closed your eyes.

"He'd make you cum at least once before even fucking you." He shook his head, hovering over you again before sliding down your body slowly, sliding your panties off and tearing his eyes from yours. "He'd definitely have to taste you." He mumbled before diving in and latching his lips around your clit, sucking gently as he tilted and curled his fingers until grazing your gspot, smirking when he brushed over it and heard you let out the prettiest squeak he'd ever heard. "E-Eddie."

Eddie hummed against you, closing his eyes as he sucked on your clit harder, thrusting his fingers harder against your gspot, sitting them there to massage it, your legs trembling as you already felt a knot start to build in your stomach, your walls fluttering around his fingers as he chuckled.

"Close already, baby?" He teased, pulling away long enoough to speak before he was diving back in, licking and sucking your clit as he continued massaging your gspot. "Y-yeah." You whimpered softly. "Can you hold? Just for a second, promise it'll feel even better, just hold off, I'll keep going, I'll let you know when you can cum, okay?"

You whimpered at the idea of not being able to cum for even longer, especially while it was staring you straight in the face, but you nodded anyway and curled your fingers in the sheets. "There ya go." He grinned and dove back in, sliding his tongue in with fingers occasionally, his tongue sliding around your stretched hole before it would dip it, curl, and then go back to your clit, spacing out how long it lasted each time, until he was sliding his fingers out, pushing his tongue in to replace them.

You gasped and looked down at him, met with his chocolate eyes peering up at you as his tongue curled and thrusted inside you. Eddie had a long tongue, and you swear you could feel it flattening and straightening inside you, curling when he flattened it. "J-jesus christ, Eddie." You dropped your head back when he started rubbing your clit, your moans getting louder as you started rocking your hips into his hand. "P-please, Eddie. I-I need to cum." You whined, looking back down at Eddie when you felt him chuckle against you.

When you looked at him his eyelids fluttered, turning his eyes from where they were focused on your clit, he didn't even have to say anything, giving you enough permission with the desperate look in his eyes to cum, he wanted you to cum as much as you wanted to. You moaned happily and dropped your head back again, your fingers curling in his hair, tugging lightly as you finally let yourself cum, moaning his name loudly as your legs curled up and wrapped around his shoulders, caging him against you as you shuddered.

Eddie slid up to your clit, easing you through your orgasm with light licks and sucks to the sensitive bud. When he felt your legs relax around him he slid up and kissed you deeply, groaning happily. "You sound so pretty when you cum~ how could he not want to hear that sound all the fucking time?" He groaned, reaching down to get his jeans and boxers off.

Once he had them off and tossed in the same direction his shirt and your bra had gone, he brought your legs around his waist. Despite everything your ears picked up, and recognized the song that was starting to play, a laugh fell from you at the irony, raising a brow. "She's So Heavy? Really?"

"It's a good song." Eddie shrugged and kissed your neck. "I can appreciate a good song." He smirked, sliding the tip of his cock through your folds slowly, licking his lips. "You sure you wanna do this? You can still back out." He said softly.

You raised a brow and scoffed. "I've had my clothes off for like 10 minutes, at the most, and you've already made me cum once, you're insane if you think I'm going to tell you to stop." A grin spread across his face and then he was kissing you again, holding your thigh with one hand while the other guided his cock into you.

"Fuck.." you whimpered, wrapping your arms around him and tugging him down onto you, nuzzling his neck as you shuddered at the stretch. "Aww, what's wrong?" Eddie cooed. "Big.." you blushed deeply, shuddering when his chuckle had him jumping inside you. "Oh, poor baby. You don't stand a chance, do you?" Eddie tsked, condescention leaking from every word as he looked down at you.

You shook your head immediately, looking up at Eddie as you shifted. "Please, Eddie.. need you to move." You begged, gripping his forearms from where they caged you in at your waist. "Why? You gonna start crying already, sweetheart?" He teased, smirking a little, but was moving his hips regardless, though much slower than you wanted, or needed, at the moment, each shallow thrust of his hips with accented with a whimper from you, trying to use your legs to push him deeper into you.

"Alright, alright." Eddie slid his arms underneath you and lifted you up, sliding one of his pillows under your waist before he was kissing you again, sliding all the way into you with a hard snap of his hips, pulling a soft cry from you. "Listen to that." He teased, "you are crying already." He kissed you deeply, pulling you close, he stayed buried inside you for a moment, kissing and licking along your neck as he started thrusting into you.

"God, Eddie." You moaned happily, tugging on his hair lightly, whimpering when he stopped you from rocking your hips, grabbing your hips tightly, making sure his grip was light enough to not leave any bruises as he straightened up to put some more power behind his thrusts, his hands moving from your hips to your waist, groaning softly.

"You feel so good, sweetheart." He purred softly. "So tight and warm around me~" he dropped his head back against his shoulders, hair sticking to his already sweaty skin. "Gonna take real good care of ya, I promise." He slid his hand up the front of your torso and gently wrapped his fingers around your throat, pressing just enough for you to know it was there, as he leaned down and pressed your lips together, starting to fuck you harder as you moaned, shuddering. "E-Eddie. Gotta cum, please, wanna cum." You whined, holding onto Eddie tightly, tears filling your eyes as the pressure built again. "Again? Already?" Eddie teased, snapping his hips sharply as you nodded.

"Mhm. Please, Eddie." You begged, looking up at him pleadingly as he hummed in thought. "I don't know... you looked very pretty when I made you wait last time." He smirked. "I think I might make you wait again." You whined and shook your head quickly. "No, please." You whimpered. "Please, Eddie, wanna cum." You begged, one of the tears slipping from your eye.

"I'll make a deal with you." He snapped your hips, pulling another cry from you. ".. you give me as many as you can and I'll let you cum whenever you want. Can you do that for me, pretty thing?" He asked softly, you were nodding before he even got the words out. "Yes. Yeah. i can. I totally can." You whined softly.

"Aww, thank you." Eddie cooed, leaning down and kissing you deeply. "Go ahead and cum whenever you want." He kissed down your neck. "I plan to pull as many from you as I possibly can." And with that promise you were cumming for a second time.

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You don't know how long you've been at it at this point, but you do know that you've had at least four orgasms, and Eddie twice after you swore to him that it was okay he cum inside you.

Eddie was basically laying on you at this point, gently wiping and kissing away tears as he ground as deep into you as he could. "Oh I was right~" Eddie purred, pressing deeper into you with a soft grunt. "You do look pretty crying on my cock." He kissed your neck, his slowly movements pulling weak moans from you, completely pliant with your ankles loosely wrapped around his thighs in a desperate attempt to keep him close to you.

"E-Eddie~ too much~" you whined softly, arching your back as you drug your nails into his shoulders gently. "Too much? Sweetheart, we're just getting started." Eddie smirked. "From now on... when he falls asleep.. I want you to call me while you touch yourself. Got it?" He raised a brow, watching you nod your head. "Tell me what I said." He responded, tilting his head a bit, when you didn't say anything he tsked and shook his head.

"Tell me. What I. Said." He repeated, snapping his hips with every pause. "Tell me or I'll stop." When he went to pull out you grabbed onto him tightly and sobbed. "No! Please." You whined. "Y-you said that when-when he falls asleep to-to call you while i touch myself." You dug your nails into his shoulder. "Please don't stopped." You cried.

"Aw... I was only teasing, Sweetheart." He smiled, wiping the tears from under your eyes, humming softly. "Like I would ever make you cry from being unsatisfied... oversatisfied maybe." He teased, snapping his hips to prove his point as you cried out.

As Eddie fucked into you, You could feel another orgasm coming on, your legs shaking and your walls fluttering around Eddie as his groans turned to desperate moans that he tried, and failed, to turn into groans. When you came, you were taking Eddie with you, your nails scratching down his back as he bit into your shoulder to try and cover the moan that left him as he filled you up, unable to pull out because of your grip. "Ah! Eddie!" You moaned loudly, tugging his head back. "You can't do that." "Sorry." Eddie gave you a grin that told you the exact opposite. "You're just so delicious." He leaned down and started licking where he bit, completely distracting you from your momentary anger and surprise.

By the time Eddie decided he was finished with you, you were breathing heavily, watching in complete awe as Eddie got up and went to get you a glass of water, a bag of chips, and a rag to clean you up. After he cleaned you up he helped you back into your clothes. "Told you I'd find it." He teased, putting your bra back on you as you laughed.

"I'm an adult y'know. I can clean and dress myself." You teased as he helped you put your dress and panties back on, and maybe you liked that he was getting you dressed and cleaning you up. "I know.. but this is aftercare, sweetheart. The lazy kind since I can't hold you." He teased, cupping your face in his hands and kissing you lightly. "Have a good time?" Lazy kind?

"Lazy kind? Eddie- you just- you came like... four times and then just... scurried off for water and food like it was nothing." Eddie shrugged a little. "Yeah, after you came like... eight. Think I almost made you squirt." He teased. "And you're asking if I had a good time?" You scoffed and shook your head, kissing him deeply. "I had an amazing time." You said softly, smiling when you felt him grin against your lips.

Once you got the feeling back in your legs, Eddie helped you get your boots on and then walked you to your car, and after making sure no one was peering out of their window, he planted a big fat kiss to your lips and opened your car door for you. "I expect that call." He smirked, winking as he closed your car door, watching you drive off before he went inside.

You couldn't find it in yourself to feel guilty for what happened, you had an amazing time, had amazing sex with eight amazing orgasms, Eddie was probably right about almost making you squirt, and to top it all off Eddie gave you free gummies he'd made, they were shaped as a sword and flail like on his shirt, which you thought was the cutest, or hottest, thing you'd ever seen. You were keeping the gummies to yourself.

It's not like Charles was trying to win any "partner of the year" trophies, so why should you? Whatever this thing you were starting with Eddie was, you knew one thing, you were ready for that phone call.

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fairygodpiggy · 3 months

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As winter's wilds send us fleeing for shelter,

My thoughts turn toward the kiss of Costa's sun.

I think of Westerly winds and sandy shores,

And I know that, soon, the dawn will come.

Ride again, early June.

Q: What is this??

A: Well, this is the first time I've been back on tumblr while this event has been held!

This is a teaser promo for Ride the Tide 2024!

Q: What is Ride the Tide?

A: RTT is a virtual summer/beach festival that is put on in XIV in Costa del Sol. It's planned, sponsored, and held by a XIV discord community I helped to found, The Aetheryte Plaza.

We gather RP venues from all over the NA data centers and together, we run various booths for games, refreshments, and hangouts - including a main stage where well known bards will play to get you into the festival mood!

We try to hold it well out of range of the game's official Moonfire Faire, but before Pride events really start kicking off so we don't detract from them.

This will be Aetheryte Plaza's 5th year hosting the festival, and my 4th year helping with its planning!

Q: What caused AP to start hosting a summer festival?

A: The festival was first conceived by a couple of good friends of mine in 2020, just after shutdowns really started happening. And since vacation plans were out the window for a lot of people, they decided to create a virtual festival...and it was a WILD success.

I was only attending as a venue worker for one of the booths, but I got to see it all at the forefront:

We hit the zone cap!

We got the S rank to spawn in the middle of it!

We had mentors mad at us because they couldn't get their little sprouts through Titan, meanwhile said sprouts were running around with stars in their eyes because it was a FESTIVAL and this was the most players they'd seen outside of the main cities!!

People were posting all their screenshots of their WoLs hanging out together!

It was so cool to see how many people came because...in the middle of the pandemic when we couldn't physically leave, we all needed this.

Q: Is this strictly an RP event?

A: Well...the short answer is no, it's RP-lite.

The long answer is: originally it was going to be during its 1st year, but because of its nature, we got a mixed bag of RPers, casual players, streamers, and people who were just there to vibe...so RP kinda got tossed to the side unless we encountered fellow RPers.

If you're an RPer and you want to RP with the people working the booths, go for it!! They'll happily RP with those who want to.

Q: What's your role in planning?

A: If you've come this far, dear reader, I thank you because if you came here because of the image at the top of this post...then you have half of your answer!

I'm in charge of the media aspect - making teasers and posters, etc ❤️

I'm also in charge of the RTT website and the festival's interactive map. That was my addition when I joined the planning team in 2021. No more need to guess where booths are and what they offer!

However, this...is going to be my last year being on the planning team only because I stress myself way out in the late phases of the event planning, and my best friends are putting their feet down 😅

Thank you again if you read through all of this. If this has piqued anyone's interest, then keep up with me! I'll be including tumblr this year as I share RTT posters in a few months!

#eyri #ffxiv #ride the tide #rtt #I'll be helping to judge the glamour contests as well this year!#roegadame #femroe #ffxiv screenshots #gposers #ff14 gpose #ffxiv gpose #roegadyn #my wol

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evereinefaust · 11 months

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Pairing: Selever X afab!Reader

Sypnosis: That patch of land during the winter season seems to lure him in, yet, no matter how many times Selever found himself standing in that place, he still kept asking himself — why?

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"Heh... So fucking pathetic."

He stayed rigid, standing in the middle of the field. White snowflakes cascaded down around him, piling up snow even more. His rose-colored, long-sleeved vest and black pants stood in contrast against the pure blanket of snow. With both of his hands tucked inside his pockets, the male's bored gaze landed on the ground. He stared at the white canvas as if boring holes in it.

"One day, I hope that you and your sister will achieve the happiness you two wanted."

"Big brother, what are you staring at?"

"...Nothing. Just the ground, I guess," the boy sighed.

Ever since winter started, Selever found himself paying a visit to this particular place. Every day, without fail. At first, it was due to his curiosity. But after many times, he started to get annoyed by the fact that he himself can't seem to stop coming back here.

He doesn't know. Selever doesn't know what seemed to be the root of his peculiar behavior. As if on instinct, he would walk over to this patch of ground, in the middle of the once blooming flower field. Then he would stop, his gaze immediately landing onto the ground. He would stare at it, even though there's nothing of importance nor value there.

"Such a plain place. There's nothing else really in here. Just the white stretching over who knows."

For his entire 17 years of existence, Selever would be drawn towards this place. Even as a baby, he would force his parents to go here. Sarvente once called this place 'sacred', believing that it may contain something divine that causes her son to constantly visit without fail. And although as stupid as it sounds, he didn't dare to deny her words. After all, he doesn't know what the hell was this place nor what it does to him.

Then soon after, the whole family would yearly visit the fields as a part of their tradition. Even when his younger sister, Rasazy, was born, he would consistently visit the fields. Inevitably, Selever grew fond of this place. It truly disgusted him for acting this way, yet, he cannot stop himself no matter what he does.

"Portal, huh? Of course, I'm not surprised. You are their son, after all."

The winter breeze picked up, making pearlescent strands of the young man's messy, low pony-tailed hair sway gently in its trail. The cold was nothing to him, however, the breeze carries more than just coldness. Every time it happens, Selever swore that he could hear soft whispers echoing around the fields. The distant voice of a girl — a voice so familiar yet unfamiliar at the same time.

Deep creases were embedded in between his thin eyebrows, bright silver hues narrowing. "So fucking annoying."

Yet, no matter how often he would spew out profanities in the wind, he would be met with silence. He doesn't know why he would continuously do this. Was he waiting for something to happen perhaps? Or maybe he was expecting some kind of response coming from that ghostly voice?

"Me? Oh, don't worry about me. I've been here for as long as I can remember; it's no big deal if I were to spend another eon trapped here alone."

Soon, the breeze halted. Then something unexpected happened. Beating erratically against his chest was his heart, making his body warm up in synch. His breath hitched, mist coming out from his mouth. Selever clenched his heart, unease filling up his insides.

"Pathetic... So fucking pathetic!"

Heavy breathing and gasps escaped the boy's lips. His body trembling with anxiety. His heart experiencing excruciating pain that he never once experienced before. Soon, his knees buckled and he fell unto the soft snow. His other hand came in contact with the coldness of the white fluff which soon melts under him.

After what seemed to be hours, Selever finally calmed down. And uncharacteristically of him, his hand softly brushed against the patch. He weaved his fingers into the snow and pushed some to the side until the brown dirt underneath appeared. His gaze caught sight of a tiny flower beginning to bloom — Snowdrops.

"H-huh...? What the fuck is this?" Selever felt something wet cascading down his pale cheeks. He cautiously touched it, feeling its wetness transfer to his fingertips. "Tears? What? So now I'm fucking crying? For fuck's sake, what the fucking hell is wrong with me?"

Yet, despite his profanities and harsh tone, he found himself cracking and breaking down. All the while caressing the small white flower that was hidden in the snow. Tears flowed freely from his glossy eyes, dripping down into the melting snow. Then, a single tear fell unto the bud.

"By the way, when you guys finally make it out of this place, promise me one thing: spend your first winter outside. Trust me."

Standing in the middle of white nothingness, a figure loomed over a circular mirror. Yet, instead of the usual reflection of that person, the image on the other side of the mirror was a scene unfolding. Her serious gaze watched as the young man on the other side knelt down and caressed the snow, his sister approaching him from behind.

Soon, her eyes dropped halfway, a small yet somber smile decorated her lips. She raised her hand over to the mirror, gently glossing over the glass as if patting the boy's silver hair in comfort. After a moment, her arm dropped to her side. The boy in the mirror aggressively wiped his face before standing up abruptly. After a few exchanges with his sister, they then left that patch of land.

As the two figures left, the mirror blurred and the images reverted back to her reflection. She chuckled bitterly, eyes that held contempt and desperation staring back at her. The woman inched closer to the mirror, scrutinizing every small detail of her appearance. Once closer enough, she then leaned in and planted a small kiss on the glass.

She herself doesn't know why she does this every time. Perhaps, it was her way of communicating with her beloved.

"I know that you won't remember me, Sel... but I do hope that you won't forget that I once existed — that patch of land, the winter season; it was the time and place that I died at your hands."

#fanfiction #fanfic #selever x reader #reader insert #friday night funkin #midfight masses #angst #alternate universe #pining #supernatural #oneshot #one shot

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MARAAAAAA

🥖- baguette for u <33

Do you have any wholesome au/headcanons for the Haligtree twins??

(Please take as much time as you need, ik you're busy!!)

BIIIIMBOOOOOM

thaaank you for the baguette, imma make a long ass sandwich and divide it for all the cool peeps in here 🥪🥪🥪🥪🥪🥪 <- come grab your snack y'all

I didn't have any headcanons, but I made some:

Malenia:

She was a very happy and active kid. The Rot couldn't be as powerful as she was growing up, so she was mostly fine, apart from some weekly nightmares. (the true horrors began at her teens)

She loved horses and often begged Radahn for a ride on Leonard. Leonard was also the only horse that allowed her on its back, cause most other animals smelled the Rot in her even then.

She also really liked ants and spent days looking the go to and from their nests. Sometimes she would find some that looked lost, and she'd use a leaf to guide them back to the nest entrance.

She had a Runebear plushie and she kept it even as an adult. It currently gathers dust in the end of a self but she still gets a comforting feeling when seeing it.

When she began training with her swordmaster, they used sticks (she was barely a teen) and while they were breaking them daily in their clashes, she kept the fragments of the very first stick she used. They are coated in wood oil to prevent degradation and she keeps them hidden in a tightly shut chest in her room.

She loves the sea breeze and the sound of distant waves crushing on the shore.

She really likes listening to Miq reading her stories. Which he does often, and if the Rot is acting up, his reading soothes her.

Winter is her favourite season. Snow and ice help soothe her pain at the places where the Rot has torn her flesh.

She also likes eating frozen cream with honey on top. If the winter days happen to be warm and the night ice melts early, she wakes up in the middle of the night to gather it and make a couple bowls.

Miquella:

Miq was a social and a bit clingy kid.

Many nights he woke up and he would run to sleep with his mother/father. (Which would also prompt Malenia to follow him)

His own plushie was a red wolf.

He really loved the real Red Wolf of Radagon, and would bury his face in its fur every time he got the chance.

Marika used to makes his braids, one of the few times she was actively motherly to him. Despite his many differences with her, he always enjoyed the process and even let her do it after he reached adulthood (in mind and years).

Malenia quickly learned to do them after they left the Erttree, and each morning she does them, it's a quiet and peaceful time for both of them.

His favourite season is spring and he adores, adores flowers and caterpillars.

His favourite flower is the one he cultivated himself, Miquella's Lily, and he becomes overjoyed when he sees one growing in the wild on its own, outside of his garden.

Speaking of gardens, his is a little water garden only he cares for, and all the plants he raises bloom with an amazing health and radiance.

He loves the sun and always tries to sneak a couple minutes from his work to just... lay under its rays and relax.

Hope you like them! Also, I have it stuck in my head that they both love hot cocoa from that one mention I read in Stolen so I should add that here too. Hmm, hmm.

(I always make time for moots, I just write slow 👍)

Thank you for the ask! <333

#elden ring #malenia blade of miquella #miquella the unalloyed #headcanons #asks #i also kinda focused a bit in their earlier years #cause their situations in the current timeline... are not very wholesome #:/

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queen-of-the-avengers · 5 months

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Thor: Part One

Pairing: Loki x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.6k

Warnings: canon violence and angst

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

Once, mankind accepted a simple truth, that they were not alone in this universe. In some worlds, man believes to be home to their gods. Others, they knew to fear. From a realm of cold and darkness came the Frost Giants, threatening to plunge the mortal world into a new ice age.

But humanity would not face this threat alone.

The battle of Jotunheim was a great battle that lasted only for a hot minute, but a hot minute it was. Armies from Jotunheim and armies from Asgard gathered to fight, much like what happened between Xenia and Asgard over the Tesseract. Asgardian armies drove the Frost Giants back into the heart of their own world. The cost was great. In the end, their king fell, and the source of their power was taken from them.

They call it the Casket of Ancient Winters. It's kind of like the Tesseract, only a lot bigger and encased in a blue shell. It has the powers of ice, and the Asgardians stole it from them. When the last great war ended, Asgardians withdrew from the other worlds and returned home to the Realm Eternal... Asgard.

What you remember of Asgard is that it's a golden city. It's just dazzling, but you don't remember a lot of it. It's like there is this part in your memory that has been taken out by something or someone, and you just don't remember Asgard as much as you think you do. Asgard can be a beautiful place if you let it. There, they remain as a beacon of hope, shining out across the stars. Though they have fallen into man's myths and legends, it was Asgard and its warriors that brought peace to the universe.

Well, that's what they like to tell themselves. Everyone had a part to play in making the universe what it is today. All the battles and losses make up for the wins and the good things. They balance each other out. Well, that's what you like to tell yourself. Never did you think you'd be back on Asgard, but here you are--caught up in the Bifrost and stuck on a planet you never wanted to go back to.

The black man stands there with careful golden eyes as he watches you. He seems to not be afraid of you, but that will change if he knows you're from Xenia. If this planet knows who you are, then you'd be dead. There has to be another way off this planet before they can kill you. You stand carefully, and the black man takes the sword out from the middle platform. That causes the Bifrost to close. You're stuck here, but you're not going to be stuck in here--whatever it is.

"Who are you?" you find it in yourself to ask.

"The question is, who are you? What are you doing here?"

"I'm getting out of here so unless you want to open that rainbow bridge again, I suggest you move."

"You're not going anywhere," he glares.

You don't have time to waste on this man. He will attack you if you give him the chance, so you're not going to give him the chance. Using your aerokinesis, you send a gush of wind straight at the man's legs causing him to be swept off his feet. You slam his body into the wall of the Observatory-like structure, and then you make a break for it.

Your body shifts into that of a large bird--too large for Earth to house. You remember seeing one on another planet ages ago, but you have its DNA code locked into your brain. It doesn't matter if you've seen something ten minutes ago or hundreds of years ago, they will be locked into your brain so you can use their structure for later. You've traveled thousands of light-years throughout the universe, so you've met a lot of people. Every single one of them is filed away for a rainy day.

You fly toward the golden castle as fast as you can to get away from the golden man, and only when you feel that you're safe, do you change back into yourself. You look behind you to see he's not there which means he didn't follow you. You turn back to the castle but are stopped when you see Asgardian guards with spears pointed at you. Some of those spears are close enough that if you so much as move, they will penetrate your body.

Apparently, the golden man sent the alarm that you were coming. It wasn't smart on your part, but now you have to face the consequences. You can easily defeat all the guards, but that would only worsen your case once they find out you're from Xenia. There is no talking involved as they basically manhandle you into cuffs and practically drag you into the castle.

"I didn't hurt him and I am not going to hurt anyone here," you plead.

"Tell that to the King."

The King? Oh no, if Odin finds out who you are, he will have your head. The guards shove you inside the castle and seeing the hallway and its decor brings back the only memory you have of Asgard.

Markus had stormed the castle in search of the Tesseract. He was here for one thing and one thing only, and he will get it no matter how many Asgardians he has to kill. The hallways of the castle are destroyed as the battle breaks out between the two species. Markus has a death grip on your arm as he searches for the Tesseract. You don't want to be here, but Markus had made it clear that he doesn't give a shit about what happens to you.

You're only here as an insurance policy--a shield to use as a last resort. Though, you know you are safe. You're the only one he has experimented on, and all the data he has is based on your blood and DNA type. To experiment on another would only take up more time--time that he doesn't have.

You wish he'd just throw you in front of a spear or a bullet so you don't have to deal with this anymore.

"Come on," he hisses and heads down to the basement.

You're not sure what is down here, but there are guards guarding the door. It's either where they keep their prisoners or that's where they keep their weapons. Either way, Markus is killing someone. Before the guards can react, Markus shoots them with his space gun. You're not sure what the name of it is, but you like to call it a space gun since it's fun to say. The guards' bodies are suctioned in like a miniature black hole as they implode on themselves.

"Markus, please don't do this," you beg.

"Shut up," he scowls.

He enters the room, and you see weapons on either side of the wall. If someone is going to hold an Infinity Stone on their planet, the weapons vault is the way to go. Markus made sure to do a lot of research on the Tesseract when he figured out it existed. It's one of the six Infinity Stones, and the only reason why he didn't go for the other ones was that this was the easiest to access. The other stones are heavily guarded--nothing like the weapons vault on Asgard.

The Tesseract shines brightly on its podium, tempting anyone to just take it. Markus stares at it with power-hungry eyes while you look on with your fear-induced ones.

"Markus, it doesn't have to be this way."

He turns to you and grabs your face harshly and is about to say something when he spots something behind you. He quickly turns you around and places you right in front of you as a shield. There is a young man around the same age as you with black hair and bright blue eyes. He wears a green and black suit, but you don't know who he is. You believe he could be one of the Princes, but you're not completely sure. Even from where you are, he's gorgeous.

"Walk away, kid," Markus warns.

The young man looks at you and sees how scared you are. He doesn't say anything, and you plead with your eyes that he shoots or something so that you would be killed, but he doesn't. Instead, he turns and flees the weapons vault. Markus smirks and grabs the Tesseract with one hand while still keeping his other one on you.

You and Markus leave the weapons vault only to face a grueling sight. Asgardian and Xenian bodies lay all across the hallway. The battle is more intense than Markus realizes, and now that he has the Tesseract, he opts to leave.

"Fall back! Retreat!" he yells into the communication piece that connects him to all of his soldiers.

He turns to leave the way he came when Odin appears with his staff, Gungnir, in his hands and an angry look in his eyes. You know it's a big deal when his staff has a name--a name that is known to a lot of people.

"Drop the Tesseract. Now!" Odin yells.

"You're going to have to make me."

A fight immediately breaks out and you're flung to the side when Odin fires Gungnir at Markus. Your head slams against one of the pillars and your vision is immediately compromised. You want to cry and scream but you just don't have the energy for it anymore. Markus and Odin continue to fight for the Tesseract which is in Markus' possession. A small whimper escapes your lips, and a person appears by your side.

It's the young man you saw in the weapons vault. His blue eyes are more mesmerizing up close, and he's a lot paler than you remember despite only having a brief interaction. Still just as gorgeous.

"I can help you," he states in a British accent. "Come with me."

That's the last thing you remember before you're back on Xenia being injected with the new serum with the Tesseract's power inside of it. Being back here is going to be brutal if Odin doesn't kill you. That battle happened a thousand years ago, and you're hoping that he doesn't remember who you are. The guards bring you to the throne room where there's an audience, apparently. Odin and Frigga are there, of course, but so are Thor and Loki. Four other people--three men and a woman--stand off to the side.

The biggest of them all looks to have the girth and the strength of a Sumo wrestler with oversized passions to match. His beard is long and red, and his armor does a good job of protecting his torso. The next male in line is a blonde man with much shorter hair. He does have a beard, but he has a lot more hair gathered at the chin. Not a goatee, but not a full beard either. His armor is black and sharp in nature.

The last male is dark, sullen, and looks to be brooding. He's of Asian descent--the Earth version of it. He has longer hair than the blonde man but it's kept back in a man bun. He doesn't look like he has time to waste. Finally, the only female looks fierce and strong. She is clad in armor with a shield and sword at her side. Her armor is silver and grey, and her beauty is nothing to trifle with. They look intimidating but you're not worried about them right now. You'd admire the decor they have inside if you weren't being forced to stand in front of the throne like a prisoner.

You look to your left and lock eyes with the bluest eyes you've ever seen. Seeing those eyes brings back a memory you never knew you had.

Markus had come and gone with the Tesseract but he left you behind. He defeated Odin and escaped with what he could grab, and the Tesseract is more important than you are. Does he even know you're gone? Does he care? Is he going to come back? Are you finally free from his abuse? The one who saved you is Loki, one of the Princes of Asgard. He stole you away to his room where he has been taking care of you ever since the big prizefight.

You don't have the strength to do much right now, and thankfully, Loki doesn't ask you to do much. He's given you a change of clothes and healed you with whatever he could find in the infirmary, but the emotional trauma will forever be there. There is no healing any of that.

"Do you need anything else?" he asks as he joins you by his bed.

"I-I don't know," you whisper.

"I put a cloaking spell on you so they won't be able to find you."

He reaches up and brushes back a strand of your hair behind your ear, and that gentle touch is what sends you into a wave of tears. You haven't cried in a long time because you didn't want to give Markus the satisfaction of knowing that he was breaking you down into pieces. Now that he is gone, all of that comes rushing to the surface.

"They won't be able to hurt you anymore," Loki promises as he brings you into a gentle hug.

Was that memory always there? Why was it hidden from you until now? Loki is holding the eye contact steady as you figure out why you're now accessing a lost memory. Why not before? You peel your eyes from Loki's and face the King. Odin's face is so stoic and calculating that you can't depict what he is feeling.

"Who are you and why are you here?" Odin asks, his voice booming.

"My name is Y/N, I am from Earth," you lie.

He's been doing this a long time, so he detects the lie within your voice. Loki knows you are lying since he recognized you from the minute you stepped foot into the room.

"You lie!" he yells, and you flinch back from the shock. "Tell me where you are from."

"Xenia," you whisper. As soon as the word is out of your mouth, half a dozen spears are pointed at your neck, and you panic. "Please, I'm not here to hurt anyone. I swear. I mean no harm to you and your people. That battle happened a long time ago."

"Why are you here?" he glares.

"I don't know. I was on Earth when your rainbow bridge came down and sucked me up. I swear I have no intention of being in your world. Someone on your end messed up and caused me to be here. Please, it's been a thousand years. Things have changed. I was never supposed to come here. I have no intention of doing any harm. Please, you have to believe me."

"I don't have to do anything."

Your eyes flicker from Odin to Thor and then to Loki whose poker face is very good. You can't tell what he is thinking.

"Odin," Frigga says, and they have a silent conversation with their eyes.

"May I suggest throwing her in the prison?" Thor speaks out, and you tear your eyes away from Loki to look at him. "Only until we can figure out what to do with her."

"Odin, please be rational about this. That was a long time ago," Frigga whispers.

"Take her to the prisons," Odin orders.

The guards manhandle you out of the room and you sigh with relief. If you're down in the prisons, then you can have more time to figure out how you're going to get out of here. You could turn into a small insect and fly your way out of here. Then, how would you get the Bifrost to work? That golden man will snitch on you if he sees you. All you have to do now is get out of the prison cell, and you'll figure out the rest later.

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