I'm Tired From Packing, But I Need My Meals *slurps*

I'm tired from packing, but I need my meals *slurps*

*ugly crying* would you ever consider giving the phone sex with danny fic a part two? 👉👈 the smut was lovely but also I'm obsessed with the 'oh shit' reaction at the end. If it's not something you'd be interested in, then just take this as me singing your praises, I love your stuff sm

Thank you!!!!! I’ve left this sitting in my inbox because I definitely wanted to continue it, but I was waiting for inspiration to hit (and it did lol). A few people have asked for a continuation of this one, so I’m fine with doing that!! I almost made this more plot-heavy but decided against it because I'd rather use those ideas for another fic!

delicious: pt. II (18+)

danny johnson x reader | warnings: explicit, slight dub-con but it's standard fare for horror fic | notes: my stupid glove kink TM shows up once again. | word count: 2405

part one

You were not one to obsessively look over your shoulder. Under normal circumstances you hated to give in to paranoia. Even if there was a serial killer roaming your town, you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of letting it get to you. That’s just giving him what he wants, right? He’ll never know that this was your approach to his reign of terror, but at least it made you feel better. Well, until you maybe had phone sex with him (the fact that you hadn’t really considered that maybe the person on the other end of the phone call was that serial killer astonished you but then again, you had been a bit preoccupied that night).

“See you soon.”

It was likely an empty threat, right? Just something to unnerve you, given the climate of fear that had gripped the town. Nothing more. There was no evidence that he did this with anyone else (but then again, who else would masturbate to a threatening phone call?)

You felt stuck in your mind, going in circles of ‘what-if’s and ‘why-me’s. Every day since the phone call felt like you had been going through the motions, on edge and ready to run at any sudden movement. It was maddening but in a way, you felt like you deserved it for not being hypervigilant enough.

It’s been two days since the phone call, and you sat in your car staring at your building. You were going to have to get out of the car at some point, but being alone in your apartment didn’t seem appealing to you anymore. It was no longer your safe haven. It was now a trap and every single time you opened the door you felt like you were about to spring it on you.

Like you were being toyed with.

Sighing, you yank the keys out of the ignition, grabbing your bag from the passenger seat. Making sure the other doors were locked, you slipped out of the car, locking the door behind you. The streetlamp buzzed above you as you hurried up the stairs, eager to get out of the cold but hesitant to enter your apartment. At least, you reasoned with yourself, you were safer inside than out, right?

You almost tripped over the trash bag your neighbor had put outside of their door, apparently too lazy to take it to the dumpster. Veering around it and rolling your eyes, you hurriedly unlocked your door. You tried not to breathe a sigh of relief when you discovered it was, indeed, still locked.

After entering you kicked the door to your apartment shut, wincing as it slammed harder than you had intended. Exhaling loudly, you lean against the door, eyes closed, trying to will yourself into believing you were just having a bad week. That it was just another day of doing work that you were certainly overqualified for and there was no other reason for your frayed nerves.

You were exhausted and bordering on burnt out. Add the stress of a serial killer on the prowl, possibly coming after you, and your mind was a constant hazy mess. The only thing cutting through the haze was the hope that that call had just been a prank. But you couldn’t make yourself believe it.

You lazily toss your bag onto the already cluttered kitchen table, plopping into a chair. You’d have to make food soon. But all you wanted to do was sit there until you decided it was time to sleep.

And then, like your life was a cliche filled horror movie, the phone rang.

You had moved the phone out of your bedroom following the… incident. You weren’t sure whether you moved it due to fear or embarrassment, either way it was no longer in your room and now sat on your kitchen counter, always looming ominously in your periphery as you cooked.

But now you stared at it from your chair, watching as it rang and rang and rang. You were afraid to pick it up, but you were afraid of what might happen if you didn’t. Finally, the fear built up and you lunged to the phone, practically knocking it off the hook with the force you moved to it. Placing the receiver by your ear, you did your best to sound braver than you felt. Maybe if you just pretended it was a friend, you could play off the fact that your heart was racing and you were dizzy with fear.

“Hello?”

Nothing on the other end. It was like a cruel replay of the last call you got on this phone. But you couldn’t even hear breathing on the other end, just silence. Your brave facade dissipated and you meekly whispered into the phone.

“...Hi?”

The click of the phone being hung up rings through your ears. But it takes you a few more seconds to find the strength to hang up your own end, listening to the monotonous dial tone until you snapped out of it.

You really should have gotten caller ID for this phone.

Taking a shaky step back, you’re suddenly hyper aware of every window in your apartment, and how many of them don’t even have blinds. They’re just open for anyone to look into, see you at every minute of your life. As you exit the kitchen, you turn off the light, leaving the apartment dark.

Every creak of the floorboards under your feet seems deafening as you walk to your bedroom, ready for another sleepless night of tossing and turning and swearing you could feel someone’s eyes on you. But your eyes are tired and just being able to lay still might give you some semblance of rest.

Like the rest of the apartment, your room is dark, the only light coming from the yellow street lamps outside. You reach over to the lightswitch, ready to flip it on and get ready for bed as quickly as possible to get back into the comfortable darkness, but you don’t feel the lightswitch. What your hand meets, instead, is the distinct shape of a leather gloved hand covering it.

Your hand jerks away like it was burned, and even though you really don’t want to, you have to look to see just who is in your room. And even though it's dark in your room, you can clearly see the pale mask of the intruder.

And oh God, you hope this is a sick joke.

But you spot the slight glint of the knife he holds and suddenly it doesn’t matter if this is the real Ghostface because either way it seems he intends to harm- if not kill- you.

You can’t even scream, all you can do is press yourself against the wall perpendicular to the one he stands by, unwilling to turn away from him.

It’s so quiet you wouldn’t be surprised if he could hear your heartbeat. But someone has to break the silence, the stalemate between you can’t last but so much longer.

“Please don’t hurt me.” Your voice shakes, meek when you needed it to be strong.

Sickeningly, mockingly, he tilts his head to the side, examining you.

“I’m not here to kill you.” You don’t- you can’t believe him. His hand drops from the wall, and you regret shutting the door behind you when you entered the room. “Not yet, at least.”

The worst part, though, about him finally speaking is that you definitely recognize his voice.

“Then why are you here? I didn’t realize you paid house calls before you...” Killed. Saying it was too much for you, too much of an acknowledgement that what was happening was indeed real. .

“The newspapers can’t get every detail, doll.”

That shouldn’t have made your heart skip a beat, should it? But maybe since he’d already made you cum once (regrettably), your body had no problem associating his voice with sexual gratification and pleasure. Even though your mind was very aware that in no universe should you be feeling that way.

“But I think I made a promise to you, didn’t I?”

See you soon.

“It’s not often I find a girl who gets wet from threatening phone calls.” He pushes himself off the wall, stalking towards you. You can’t press yourself any flatter against the wall and there’s nowhere for you to run. He’s right in front of you and you can’t look at him even though you feel entirely enveloped in his presence, in his smell. “So I wanna have a little fun.”

You swallow thickly, staring at the floor. You’re terrified but- and you hate to admit it- you’re also becoming increasingly hot and bothered with every word this man says to you.

“...Fun?”

The tip of his knife rests under your chin, tilting your face up towards his mask. It’s cold on your skin. He places the hand not holding the knife by your head, leaning right in front of your face. Once he seems certain that you aren’t going to drop your head again, he trails his knife down the front of your body, letting it catch on the fabric of your shirt.

“Tell me, are you wet right now?”

Tears spring into your eyes and it hurts you to realize that it's not from fear but rather the intensity of the moment. You can’t bring yourself to speak, so you opt to barely nod your head.

“What was that? Use your words, doll.” Again, the pet name has its desired effect and you let out a shaky exhale before finding your voice.

“Yes.”

“Good girl.” Suddenly, he pushes away from you. “Take off your clothes and get on the bed.”

Maybe you should be ashamed with how quickly you moved to comply with his demand, but you could worry about that if you survived the night. With every word that left his mouth, you felt more and more compelled to let him do whatever he wanted with you. He had a lethal amount of charisma and he knew exactly how to use it.

Standing by the bed with your shirt, bra, and pants off, you only hesitated when it came to removing your undergarments. If what you suspected about Ghostface was true then he’s probably already seen you naked. But doing it willingly with him three feet in front of you was a whole different level of intimacy that you weren’t used to. Especially not with serial killers.

He huffed in annoyance at your obvious hesitation, jabbing towards your bed with his knife. “Lay down.” Startled, you look at him. “Do it before I make you.”

Clambering onto the bed, you lay back and watch as he approaches you. If he weren’t holding a knife and moving like a predator, it might have been romantic. But instead of his hand trailing down your body, it was once again his knife, leaving cold ghosts of threats on your skin. You shiver under the cool metal, breathing erratically.

Tired of standing above your body, Ghostface climbs in between your legs, spreading your thighs to accommodate him. With how you’re positioned, you can feel his hot length through his pants and the front of his leather get-up.

He cuts your underwear off, knife blade grazing your hip, and you pretend not to notice him slipping the fabric into his pocket. You doubt he’d do anything if you pointed it out, anyway. He takes a moment to look at you, now properly disheveled. Placing his knife to the side where it was out of your reach, he takes both of your breasts in his gloved hands, massaging the skin.

Hands moving from your breasts down your body, he runs two fingers up and down your wet cunt. He doesn’t linger anywhere, only giving you whispers of pleasure.

With his other hand, he reaches to where you can’t see him, and it’s only when you feel the head of his cock pressing into you that you realize he’d pulled himself out. Inch by inch he slides into your pussy, barely giving you enough time to accustom yourself to the intrusion.

“Fuck, you’re tight.”

Once you’ve adjusted to his size, he immediately pulls out and trusts back in, setting a painful pace. But soon the pain turns to pleasure and your whimpers turn to pleas for more.

“So wet, so tight and all for me, huh?” He huffs out a laugh and you’re astonished he’s even able to talk when you feel like the wind has been knocked out of you.

He leans forward, catching your parted lips with his fingers. His middle and ring finger slip into your mouth, opening it wide, fingers pressing into your tongue. Saliva collects in your mouth, and a tiny bit of drool spills out of the corner of your mouth. The tip of your tongue runs under the gloves fingers, relishing in its taste.

You start to suck on his fingers, adding a new obscene sound to the room filled with the wet slaps of your fucking and your breathing and moaning.

“Oh fuck, babygirl,” He grits out, the vocoder in his mask crackling with his heavy breathing. You moan around his fingers, closing your eyes as each trust sends jolts of pleasure through your body. He removes his hand from your mouth, placing it on your hips instead to use as leverage as he continues fucking.

“Harder, God, harder.” You pant and he complies. He’s slamming into you, and your mouth opens in a silent scream as his cock tips you over into your orgasm. Body shuddering, gasping for breath, your pussy squeezes tight around him.

He fucks you right through it, grunting. His hips stutter, but he only slightly slows his pace as he cums deep inside of you. He thrusts once or twice more, fucking his cum further into your cunt before fully stopping. He doesn’t pull out immediately and you feel his cock twitch inside you, all while you are incredibly, blissfully full.

He finally pulls out, looking at your pussy. You grimace at the feeling of the aftermath of your coupling starting to trail out of you.

For a moment, you wonder if he’s hot in his getup in a mask, but decide you’re much too tired to care about his well being.

“Hey, doll, look at me,” You open your eyes, too tired to do anything else. “Think I’ll keep you around.”

My poly heart!!! *Slurps up the meal*

Poly Legion dating HCs

Genre- fluff

Pairing- Frank x gn reader x Joey

Pronouns- They/them

Warnings- none

Note- Nobody asked for this, but I was very bored so I wrote this so, yeah. I am a little rusty, seeing how I haven’t wrote any good lately, so please forgive me if it’s bad. Anywho, please enjoy :-)

Your relationship started when you caught Joey’s eye in a trial, seeing how you were very tricky to catch.

You were working hard on one of the last generator with Jane. You had jumped off of the nearly complete generator and ran off, successfully distracting The masked killer from Jane and the generator.

Having that said, the wild goose chase had commenced. You led Joey through the depths of the Raccoon City Police Station; all while you were serving him some of the best jukes anyone had ever seen.

After the trial, he sat around the campfire with the other killers and complained to this boyfriend, Frank about how much you were a pain in the ass. Hearing the story of how you managed to out smart Joey, caused Frank to be interested in you too.

The next couple of weeks consisted of the two men watching you from the side lines. They learned that you were a very witty, smart, and kind person.

Once you got into a trial with the Legion(Frank) again, he avoided (or at least tried to avoid) hooking you.

This, of course did not go unnoticed by you. This keep happening to you during trials. The two would even sometimes talk to you.

This went on for a couple more weeks until Frank decided to invite you into the relationship. Seeing how this was a once in a lifetime opportunity, you accepted to offer.

You decided to keep the relationship hidden for now, seeing how the other survivors would start some type of drama about the relationship.

This of course, leads to secret dates that consist of you three taking walks in the woods, sneaking off to star gaze and cuddle, and even take trips to the resort.

At the resort, you guys would listen to various bands, tell crazy stories about life before the entity’s realm, playing card games (mostly poker), watch old movies from a projector, and you guys would commonly sleep there after your little dates.

Speaking of sleeping, you would be the little spoon, Frank would not allow you to be a big spoon. Joey on the other hand, would not mind taking turns with being little spoon and big spoon with you.

After particularly difficult trials, Joey will patch you up while Frank watches from a distance, with a sour face.

How dare anyone hurt his precious baby and get away with it?!?

Frank will try and beat who ever hurt you up. He doesn’t care if it was the Nemesis or Michael. He will one way or another, inflict some type of pain into them.

I need more-

Gentle Touch

Brahms Heelshire x M!Reader

Last Edited: June 16, 2021 11:00 PM

TW: slight praising

Anon: I love your fics so much, could i request a brahms x male reader where y/n has usher syndrome? y/n being deaf–blind and being the older brother of brahm's nanny, maybe moves with her for the job, and gains the attention of brahms? really need some bromantic fluff <33

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You loved Erla, you really did, but there were times when she annoyed you. You couldn’t blame her for trying to help you constantly but it really got on your nerves. She was always treating you like you were glass; some fine china that needed to be cared for every second of the day. It was why you didn’t want to go with her to the UK. You had known that she would keep you attached to her hip at all times but at the same time, there was Dündar. Dear ol’ Dündar. An abusive asshole is who he was and is. You hated his guts more than anyone else’s. You guessed you could say that going to the UK was a new start; a new start for both of you.

You have been staying at the Heelshire mansion for a while; maybe 6 months now? You were unsure since you couldn’t really tell the time or know what day it was due to your condition. Well, you would know if Erla was to tell you. Though she never told you anything. All she ever did was lead you around or leave you alone to your own world.

From what little information you knew, you were with Erla in the UK and babysitting a child. Or... Well… A small porcelain child replaced the dead child. Either way, you didn’t mind. A porcelain doll wouldn’t run around you, make fun of the Usher Syndrome, or try to ask you questions about it when you could only answer them through braille and sign language; you doubted the child would have even known those two.

You had hearing aids but you didn’t use them all the time. You only used them to listen to music or to listen to the television. You don’t keep them in all the time since you don’t really want to. Well, it’s more of the fact that Erla’s voice is high pitched and slightly annoying, not saying everyone’s voice like that is but her’s is just terrible. You’d rather sign and read braille than hear her talk. You had to put in your hearing aids when you met the Heelshires but you enjoyed their voices. They were a lot better than your younger sister’s.

The story about losing their son was sad but replacing him with a doll? It was slightly uncomfortable. Erla had no problem about it though. The moment the Heelshires left, she ditched the doll and did her own thing. You didn’t want to leave the doll though. You couldn’t really do most of what needed to be done, but you could keep it with you. Besides, the little fellow felt cute, despite being made of cold porcelain and being slightly heavy.

Maybe that’s why the man in the walls was attracted to you. You kept the doll with you and tried your best to follow whatever rules you could. Today was the rare occasion you had your hearing aids in. You weren’t listening to the television or listening to music. You wanted to listen to your footsteps, the random creaks from inside the walls, and the distant sounds of Erla talking on the phone with her significant other. You didn’t care who they were, just as long as they made her happy. You are her older brother, and who are you to deny her any happiness? Besides, you can’t be stuck with her forever.

The doll keeps you company as you walk around the mansion. You have no destination in mind as you walk into a room. With how cold the room is, you already know it’s the kitchen. You place the doll down on a chair, gently tucking the chair in. Despite not being able to see, you can still feel, smell, and taste. And that’s all you need when you cook. You start getting your ingredients; you feel and smell every ingredient you grab, making sure it’s the one you want. When you’ve collected all your ingredients, you start to make dinner.

It’s a small dinner with a basic fruit salad and spaghetti with meatballs. You prepare everything with gentle hands, making sure that when you cut the fruit into smaller pieces, you don’t accidentally nick yourself. The salad is the first thing you finish before moving on to the spaghetti. You keep in mind to make enough for three people: you, Erla, and Brahms.

You hear the walls creak again, but you may not mind it. That is until you hear something opening. You don’t look up though and pretend you didn’t hear anything. You can hear quiet footsteps approaching you from behind. Despite how quiet they are, you can tell that the person must be heavy or at least tall; maybe even both. Their breathing seems to be heavy as they approach you.

You keep busy, not leaving the other person know you know about them being there. You freeze up when you feel a Gentle Touch on your hip. You don’t move away though, leading to the person slowly wrapping around your waist. “[Redacted]?” You hear a boy’s voice behind, not matching the large figure that is now pressed against you. “[Redacted]... I finally get to touch you… [Redacted]...” The voice sounds like the one on the phone. Or the one Erla has told you about. You never answer the phone since you never seem to have your hearing aids in when the calls happen. You give him a small hum of acknowledgment, unsure of who he is. Your answer is soon answered by the man.

“Do you like little me? Mommy said he was always so perfect…” You feel a mask(?) told the top of your head. It’s cold and sends a small shiver down your spine. You don’t want to anger him so you simply shake your head. “No..? Does that mean you like me more?” The boy voice being used slightly unsettles you but you’re sure there’s a reason for it; there’s always a reason for everything. You give him a nod as you finish up dinner.

“I knew you were the one… Mommy and Daddy said she was but I hate her. She doesn’t listen to the rules… But you try… You try to,” You hear him take in a deep inhale, his made face still buried in your hair. “You even make me meals, [Redacted]... You’re such a good boy… A nice boy… My beautiful boy…” He sighs out, the child voice still not fitting with his words. His arm around your waist tightens before he seems to force himself to let go. “Be good and don’t tell Erla about this…” You hear a plate and bowl be taken off the counter before his footsteps fade away.

“So! What’s for dinner, [Redacted]? Smells nice!” Erla says suddenly, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, making you flinch.

The part two

Reflection and Bonded

This is a continuation of Part one "Mirrored eyes and Temper"

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson X male!reader

Request: yes @winter-world

warnings: a bit of angst and some ooc Loki. swearing i think and a fuck ton of fluff.

Word count: 3k

Authors note: I changed the writing style a bit. I didn't like how the last one was set up. Anyway, repost if you enjoy and read happily. start below the cut. As always, not proof read.

(y/n) woke up the next day to a knocking at the door. He groaned as he sat up and slipped his eyepatch on. Rolling over he looked towards the door. He looked towards the clock on his nightstand, 11:46 AM.

“I guess I overslept, huh, normally Tony would have woken me up by 9. Maybe he is still concerned about what happened last night.” (y/n) thought and ran a hand over his face

“Come in.” (y/n) said and sat up. His hair was messy and the blankets pooled at his hip. He watched the door open and to his surprise Loki slipped in and closed the door, eyes not looking in (y/n)’s direction. He noticed Loki was carrying a tray with various fruits and a cup with what (y/n) hoped was coffee.

“What a surprise, a prince bringing me breakfast.” (y/n) said as he swung his legs over the bed but not standing. Loki looked up and his face went red for a couple seconds when his eyes landed on cal. More of the tattoos he had were on display this time.

“Actually I brought food for both of us, if you don’t mind of course. Tony asked me to check up on you. Y’know, considering what happened last night.” Loki said after he let out a small cough. “I brought you some coffee. Figured it would help wake you up. Tony did tell me to relay that you’re being put on paid leave, whatever that means.” Loki prompted and (y/n) nodded, his jaw tightening a bit.

“Figured he would. Sit. there is plenty of room on the bed.” said as he patted the bed. Loki sat on the foot of the bed, placing the tray between them. (y/n) picked up an apple and took a bite.

“Thank you for breakfast. Now, tell me about your morning. ” (y/n) said and continued to eat, looking towards Loki with interest sparkling in his uncovered eye. Loki picked up a grape and ate it before motioning in the direction of the common room area.

“I woke up around dawn, wrote a letter to my mother and read for a while. I think sometime around 8 AM Tony had his AI summon me to the common room. I went out there and had a meeting with the team about my situation. Apparently Nick Fury wants to contract me to correct my ways and maybe get the public eye off my back. So they decided I would start training with them. No powers, Just weapons. After the meeting I went and trained against My brother and Clint. It went pretty well. They put up a good fight for a while but eventually the training match ran stale so we called it for the day. I was dismissed and went to wash up. That was about an hour ago. After bathing Tony called for me again and asked me to collect food for you and check on you. I waited a bit and read some more then here I am.” Loki explained and (y/n) just listened as he munched on the apple. (y/n) nodded and sent Loki a soft smile

“Do you miss her?” (y/n) asked as he placed the core on the tray and went to grab his coffee.

“Who?” Loki gave him a perplexed look. “you’re mother. Do you miss her?” (y/n) asked again as he took a sip from his coffee.

“Yes, dearly. I plan to send the letter later today, if you would like to join me.” Loki said, his face going pink at his ears before regaining his composure.

“If you would like me to, I will.” (y/n) said as he placed the cup down.

“I wouldn’t mind your company.” Loki said as he grabbed an exotic looking fruit from the tray and started peeling it. (y/n) looked at it.

“What is that?” (y/n) asked, interest building in his core “sìol searbh” Loki said as he finished peeling it. “It translates roughly to ‘bitter seed’ it's a common fruit from the Asgardian markets. It's a little taste of home” Loki said as he cut a piece off and handed it to (y/n)“Is it actually bitter, or is it just the seeds that are bitter?” (y/n) asked, skeptical of the fruit in his hand. “It’s actually quite sweet. Contrary to the name. It becomes bitter when eaten with the skin on or when it is out of season. After the harvest they can be left to ferment and are normally turned into a mead on Asgard.” Loki supplied and took a bite.

(y/n) took a bite as well and his eyes widened with delight at the taste of the fruit. It was sweet, a little bitter and had a sort of smokey taste, with a texture that was good too. (y/n) finished chewing and swallowed before he looked back to Loki

“Wow, that was amazing. If I have a chance to go to Asgard I will make sure to collect some.” (y/n) said and rolled his head, neck popping. (y/n) let out a sigh of relief and felt a faint flutter in his stomach.

“Hmm. My soulmate must be nervous or excited. Anyway, what did you write to your mother? If you don’t mind me asking.” (y/n) asked and saw Loki smile softly.

“I wrote asking about how she was. I also asked a couple questions about how Odin is and everyone is doing at home. Nothing too specific.” Loki relayed and looked in his lap. (y/n) felt a shift in body language in him as a sinking feeling ripped through him. Loneliness and longing for home. (y/n) moved the tray and moved closer to Loki, placing a hand on his leg, near his hand.

“It's ok to be homesick, y'know. I am homesick quite often. My mom is sick at home and I would do anything to be with her right now.” (y/n) said and rubbed his thumb over the back of Loki’s knuckles. Loki looked back at (y/n) and smiled. Suddenly (y/n) felt himself being enveloped in a hug. (y/n)’s eyes widened and he melted into the hug. He felt something wet hit his back and squeezed a bit tighter as he felt a deep sadness in his chest. He heard Loki sniffle and a choking sob come from his throat.

“Shh, it's okay. I am here for you. I will stay here as long as you need.” (y/n) said as he cradled Loki’s head and rubbed his back with his other hand.

They sat there for a couple more minutes as he let Loki cry and release his emotions for a while. After Loki finished crying he pulled out of the hug and wiped his eyes.

“I’m sorry, that was embarrassing. I don’t kn-” Loki started but (y/n) cut him off.

“Hey, shh. It's not embarrassing. It’s okay to cry. It’s human nature. Excuse me, asgardian nature. “ (y/n) said with a soft chuckle. Loki let out a soft smile

“Thank you (y/n). y’know, no one has treated me like this before.” Loki said as he grabbed (y/n)’s hand, feeling better.

“What do you mean?” (y/n) asked looking at his and Loki’s hand, a slight blush gracing his face.

“Like I’m not a monster. My whole life I was treated like less. Except my mother. They looked at me like they were waiting for me to snap or attack them. So, thank you” Loki said as he intertwined their fingers. (y/n) smiled and looked at the clock.

“How about I get dressed and we deliver that letter. Then we can get lunch or something, since I apparently don’t have work for a while?” (y/n) suggested and Loki nodded. (y/n) finished off the coffee. Loki stood up and grabbed the tray before making his way to the door. (y/n) quickly stood up.

“Hey Loki?” “yeah?” (y/n) quickly made his way over to Loki and planted a gentle kiss on his forehead. Loki flushed red and blinked.

“Sorry, to forward?” (y/n) asked. Loki snapped out of his trance

“No, never. I just wasn't expecting it. I will be in the common room when you get done” Loki said, placing a kiss on (y/n)’s forehead. Now (y/n) was blushing hard as Loki shut the door.

(y/n) smiled and went to the bathroom to shower and get dressed. Today (y/n) wore a pair of black jeans with his everyday boots and an olive green sweater and a black eyepatch. He rebraided his hair in a more complex style, teal ribbon braided in. He stepped out of his room after grabbing his wallet and headed to the common room. As (y/n) walked in he saw the team and wished them a good morning. They all responded with a good morning or a question about how it was feeling. (y/n) responded with that he was fine and was going to run some errands. Steve asked if he needed some company and he said that Loki was going to go with him but thanked him for offering. That comment got some looks of concern

“Are you sure? You do know he's dangerous right?” Clint asked as he turned to look at (y/n). (y/n) rolled his eyes and pointed a finger at him, clicking his tongue with disapproval.

“He isn’t dangerous. He was misguided by something that held him prisoner. Plus if he is dangerous, that just means he is qualified to protect me if something happens. I don’t wanna hear it again. It is rude to talk bad about someone.” (y/n) said as he went and got some water. A couple minutes later Loki came striding out into the room.

“You ready?” (y/n) asked as he set the dirty cup in the sink. Loki nodded and they went to leave. Once they stepped into the elevator and pressed the button to go to the garage. Loki kept some space between them. (y/n) looked at him confused before stepping a bit closer to him.

“Thank you.” Loki said and relaxed a bit before he looked at (y/n).

“For what?” “defending me. I heard what Clint said” Loki said and looked down towards the ground.

“Look at me.” (y/n) said and turned Loki’s face toward him. Loki compiled and held eye contact with (y/n). Without letting go of Loki’s face (y/n) spoke

“What they are saying isn’t true. Clint is bitter. I understand why he would think that way. But he needs to understand you weren’t in control of yourself. I know that, you know that. Their words mean nothing. Ok?” (y/n) said as he continued to hold Loki’s jaw carefully.

“Ok.” Loki whispered and put his hand on (y/n)s. Once the elevator opened they separated, they put some space between them, hands intertwined and made their way to (y/n)’s car. (y/n) opened Loki’s door and shut it once he got in then went to his side and climbed in, buckled and started his car.

Once they were on the road (y/n) noticed Loki shifted to look like a different person.

“Y’know, don’t have to do that. I don’t care what the population thinks about me being out with you. I want them to see us together, not me and a stranger. Plus it could help with your image.” (y/n) said as he grabbed Loki’s hand again. Loki let out a shuddered breath and dropped the illusion and nodded

“I just don’t want you to get hurt.” “If there was a threat I would trust you to protect me. If there is a threat of cameras, I got you” (y/n) said, a soft smile on his face as they drove.

After a while of driving, they made it to the post office. (y/n) parked and shut off the car. Loki went to open the door.

“Hey, no. Let me do that” (y/n) said as he removed the key from the ignition and rushed to open the door for Loki. Loki blushed and stepped out, taking (y/n)’s hand. They made their way inside the post office. Loki received a lot of scared looks and angry words. (y/n) would step between them and fire back some words that were not so pleasant and then the other patrons would move along. Once the letter was deposited they left, Loki feeling better and hungry.

(y/n) laughed a bit as Loki’s stomach growled and they went to a diner near the Post office. They ate and swapped stories from childhood and present day. (y/n) and Loki learned alot about each other. After they ate and got back into the car, (y/n) turned to look at Loki.

“It’s almost dark, do you wanna see my favorite spot in New York?” (y/n) asked, feeling a bit shy.

“Of course. If you want to show me, I would be honored to see it.” Loki said as he leaned back in his seat a little. (y/n) smiled and pulled out of the post office parking lot and drove for a while before turning down a dirt road. He pulled up, parked, and shut off the car.

“Come with me.” (y/n) said as he opened Loki’s door. He made his way to the hood of the car and sat on it. Loki was amazed when he saw the sky.

“Wow, it's beautiful.” Loki said as he looked out over the city, the lights shining bright.

“When I need a break from everything, I come out here and watch the sky and the city. Helps take the stress off. I figured you would like it. You said something about when you were little you would stargaze with your mom.” (y/n) said as he looked at Loki, taking in the sky and the stars.

“Yeah. Thank you, it's really beautiful.” Loki said as he looked at (y/n). (y/n) bit down some anxiety and grabbed Loki’s hand.

“I need you to trust me on this. I am going to show you something. Don’t laugh or ask any questions, okay?” (y/n) said as he let out a shaky breath. Loki nodded and watched as (y/n) took off his eyepatch and kept his eyes closed.

“Okay, ready?” (y/n) asked as he took another deep breath.

“I am ready when you are, take your time” Loki said as (y/n) slowly opened his eyes. Loki gasped as he saw (y/n)’s now uncovered eye matched his.

“Loki, I think I am your soulmate.” (y/n) said. Loki was stunned and launched at (y/n) in a fury to hug him, effectively causing them to tumble to the floor. Loki cradled (y/n)’s head as they hit the ground, pinning (y/n) to the ground. (y/n) nervously looked up at Loki and smiled when felt something in his stomach. It was a warm feeling of Joy and completion. The true intertwining and bond of souls. Loki was panting a bit as he felt his eye buzzing and noticed (y/n)’s eye fading to a gray, the bond complete. Now both of (y/n)’s eyes were gray and shining with adoration. (y/n) watched as Loki’s gray faded to match his other oil slip eye that he became so familiar with. They both blinked as they adjusted with their own eyes. Loki pushed his forehead so it was flush with (y/n)’s.

“(y/n)?” Loki asked as he looked at (y/n) “yeah?” (y/n) responded as he looked into Loki’s eyes.

“Can I kiss you? please?” Loki asked, nervousness fluttering in his chest, which doubled as (y/n) became more nervous.

“Yes, please kiss me.” (y/n) said, almost out of breath. Loki grabbed (y/n)’s jaw gently and tipped it up, placing his lips softly on (y/n)’s. (y/n) deepened it almost instantly and wrapped his arms around Loki’s neck. Loki and (y/n) kissed for a few minutes, only breaking when they had to breathe. (y/n) panted and looked up at Loki.

“Has anyone ever told you that you could steal the breath from someone like that?” (y/n) said and Loki let out a loud laugh, grinning from ear to ear.

“We should probably go before the team thinks you kidnapped me.” (y/n) Joked and Loki helped him stand. They got in the car and drove back to the compound. Once they got back to the compound, (y/n) dusted himself off and they made their way inside, holding hands the whole time. Both men finally complete and the night sky shines bright. Once they got inside The team noticed (y/n) wasn’t wearing his eyepatch and then they noticed that (y/n) and Loki were holding hands. The team tried to bombard them with questions until Bruce (surprisingly) spoke up.

“Guys, Leave them alone. They are happy. When have we seen (y/n) happy? Like never. So drop it” Bruce said before going back to his activity. (y/n) nodded a thanks at him and led Loki down the hall, dropping him off at his room.

“I will see you in the morning?” (y/n) asked and looked at Loki.

“How about I spend the night and we watch a film or I read one of my books to you?” Loki suggested, not ready to separate for the night. (y/n) nodded and let Loki into (y/n)’s room. They spent the night bonding some more before falling into a blissful sleep, finally complete.

When you partner is like Rhys~

Rhysand’s Kinks Headcannon

Warnings(s): smut obviously, choking, bondage, squirting, edging, exhibitionism, marking, daddy kink

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-It was no secret that Rhysand was a sex god.

-He loved nothing more than edging you all night long, his fingers drumming against your clit feverishly, then stopping right when you were close. Right when he felt you clench around his fingers, signaling that you were about to let go. He could literally do this all night, but he’s too kind to ever torture you for that long. Give him your signature puppy eyes and he’ll let you cum.

-Even better than the latter, he loves to make you squirt. It’s physical proof that stays on the sheets all night that he truly pressed all the right buttons inside of you. Squirt in his face too, he’ll say “good girl” and let you choke on his dick.

-Exhibitionism. But, only in other courts. He adores having you sit on top of him, legs spread as he toys with your clit through your panties. (think that one scene in acomaf 👀) the shocked gasps and embarrassed looks from the other fae around fills his ego up even more, if that were even possible.

-Daddy kink. I will not accept anything less. This. Man. Is. Daddy. He’ll refer to himself that way, too. Saying things like “Does someone want daddy’s cock tonight?” “Want daddy to make your pretty pussy cum? Hmmm? Be a good girl.” If you call him that in public, good luck…he will take you in an alleyway pressed up against the brick.

-Bondage. Simple. He enjoys tying you up so that you can’t close your legs when he hits that sensitive part of your g-spot, or when he keeps licking your clit languidly even after you came.

-Choking. Nothing too intense, but he does think his large hand looks rather pretty like a necklace around your sensitive neck. He might just have a thing for necks in general, though. He loves kissing and sucking on your neck just as much as when you do it to him. And fuck…do those growls and moans he makes when you do it encourage you.

-Impact play. Again, nothing too intense. In fact, you’re the one who brought it up. You were being a tease, he called you naughty. You replied with “maybe you should punish me then. spank the brat out of me?” You could of swore you saw the feral horny look in his eyes illuminate. He was still hesitant to lay a hand on you like that, but when you moaned in pleasure and soaked your panties after his first little smack, he knew how much of a pain slut you were. Your safe word is wingspan.

-Marking. You belong to him, and he wants everyone to know that. Expect to have dark purple bruises all over your neck, tits, and in between your thighs. You swore that Rhys could make you cum just from sucking on your jugular…

Brahms always has a soft spot in my heart

Brahms x Gender Neutral Reader - Will You Stay With Me?

A lil something I wanted to write after seeing a prompt on this site where the OP wondered what would have happened if Brahms showed himself by accident because he was so sick (if you know the post, pls tag the OP cause I can’t seem to find it, 

title from the song  Jordy Chandra - Will You Stay With Me ?

Hope you enjoy! 

You have been babysitting Brahms the Doll for around three months now. Of course, in the beginning it was strange to treat the doll like a human child, but the sad eyes of the Heelshires pulled at your heart strings. Not wanting to take advantage of the grieving couple, you swore to treat Brahms like your own. 

 It was a rough start admittedly, with his cold dead eyes creeping you out. You didn’t really try very hard to stick to the schedule the Heelshires left for you, but when your things started going missing and the doll started moving on its own, you began to suspect that maybe you weren’t alone in the house. 

 The temperature dropped significantly in the winter months, and due to not being allowed to light the fireplace, the entire manor was freezing. Luckily you packed some warmer clothes since you knew the UK got very cold in the winter. There weren’t any issues with plumbing or anything thankfully, but you did spend most of your time wrapped in as many layers as you possibly could. 

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