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Doumadono's ice cream shop event
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About a year ago, I made the decision to start writing for my private blog, inspired by my first viewing of Demon Slayer. Since then, a lot has changed, and I've grown as a writer. I've had the privilege of meeting incredibly talented writers and artists, forming friendships that have endured to this day. But above all, I've been able to bring a little joy to my readers and those who trusted me with their emergency requests. A year on, with more experience and wisdom, I can confidently say that pursuing my small dream was the right choice. I want to express my heartfelt gratitude to each and every one of you who chose to follow my little blog. Without your support, I wouldn't be where I am today. Thank you, guys.
To celebrate and add a bit of fun to the mix, I'm opening up my inbox for a few days. This time around, I've got a little ice cream menu for you all. Check out all the details below the cut!
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your order should look something like this: I'd like to order a vanilla ice cream cone with sprinkles and maple syrup on top (remember to include your preferred character/s, along with any other details like kinks, AU type, and so on)
Masterlist for the event will be updated with the links upon posting. I'll be sharing the works starting from March 31st and continue until I've fulfilled all the requests. Just a heads up, though: I might not respond to requests that don't follow the event's rules or my own guidelines, or if they make me uncomfortable.
Also, please share this post to help spread the word!
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halcyone-of-the-sea · 7 months
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omg congrats for 5k doll! i wanted to slide in and see if i could have a protective!bf Gaz written since my baby is so underappreciated??? i saw this tweet about the scene in mw where gaz's disabling a bomb and is unable to and price throws the guy off the balcony, but this time the bomb in strapped to his love and he's and he's struggling and sees price out of the corner of his eye and remembers what happens last time and panicks and goes all 'you won't do that to her'. just a thought, love all your work!
—Don't Look At Her
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╰┈➤ ❝ [The bomb starts ticking down, rapidly firing to zero. Gaz won't let Price near you. Not after he'd remembered the Captain's actions when they'd first met.] ❞
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"Gaz," your voice wavers, watching the rapidly working man and seeing his darting eyes—lit with panicked fervor. He doesn't answer, so you speak again. "Gaz!"
"No!" He barks, brown eyes instantly meeting yours. Lips pull in a right frown; there's a glint in his gaze that you'd never seen before—not in the many years you'd known him. Kyle's firm hands don't leave the wiring attached to your chest. The vest.
The bomb.
"No, Love," he grates out, immediately getting back to work as you try to keep your tears at bay, body jerking back and forth as your boyfriend pulls at the straps and bits. "Don't even say anything. You're going to fucking fine, you hear? It's going to be okay."
It was the product of bad intel, really. You'd been sent in without the proper know-how, leading to a scuffle where the butt of a gun had been slammed into your temple. When your eyes opened again, it was already too late.
Kneeling in the middle of a large office building, the glass of the windows shattered behind you, and the wind whips the back of your skull aggressively, you stare down at Gaz. Trying to form words on a tongue that won't cooperate.
"You need to run," you whisper out, resigning yourself as the rapid beeping increases. Your heart moves so fast you can't feel the skin of your chest anymore. "Kyle," pleading, you watch his jaw clench something fierce. "Listen to me—!"
"I'm not leaving you!" A sharp snap of a metal piece hits your ears, the piece of the vest clattering to the ground in a violent display of desperation. Gaz glances back up at you stubbornly; as if uncaring about the impending incineration only minutes away. "So you stop bloody talking like that, yeah? I'm not just giving up!"
The sides of your eyes dribble out rabid tears, lungs a mess of air and inhales that can't even be considered breathing anymore by how wheezy they sound.
How would it feel? Exploding into a patchwork of blood and fire—instantaneous, sure, but feeling Kyle's heat and his puffs of air; his fear, you can't imagine him dying like that. Not him.
"Look at me," Gaz pants, fingers pulling at cords in search of the one he needed to cut—unable to pinpoint it through the hack-job that had been done to your vest.
There was every color under the sun except fucking yellow. His teeth clench so tight they hurt his jaw, but he sends you quick glances as you shakily do as he says.
Brown eyes soften, and while the both of your hands shake, for a second there's a relief at the eye-contact. "Repeat it, Love."
You lick your lips and stammer, "y-you're not leaving."
Lips press firmly into yours, and you clench your eyes tight at the sensation, tiny sob breaking the contact.
"That's right." Gaz growls. "Not on my life."
Rapid footsteps race into the room, but before the Sergeant can reach for his weapon, the familiar call from the Captain echoes out.
"Friendly!" It's as if Gaz doesn't even register, still digging and fearfully looking at the timer.
50 seconds. 49. 48. 47...
"Sergeant," Price jogs over. You can barely find the inner strength to look up at him. "Sitrep."
Blue eyes dart from the vest to you and the Captain's serious face goes grim. His expression flashes with the inner workings of his mind, eyes narrowing and a grunt stuck under his lips.
"I have it," Gaz speaks quickly, and the words strike you as odd, though you don't comment. Price slid him a sharp look.
"Gaz—"
"Don't even look at her." Snarling like an animal, brown orbs are volatile enough to rend stone in two as they meet the older man's. You and John are rendered speechless, sharing a swift glance in shock like teenagers hearing their parents swear for the first time.
Kyle's eyes are wild, sweat slicking his brow. "Come fucking on!" He yells and your body is snapped forward as Gaz pries on the straps, having to steady yourself on the man's shoulders for support. Every muscle in his body is taunt; shaking with force.
Perhaps it was the memory that invaded his brain like a parasite that had made him snap at his superior like that—a stab to his fine tissue that digs all the way down his rail-straight spine.
Piccadilly Circus. Tanto building. Hostage with an explosive vest.
Kyle's fingers bleed as they peel back rough velcro, having ripped off his gloves to be nearer to you.
It all flashes past his mind in horrible increments, the past, but instead of a man—the hostage is you. And Price was burning his neck with a harsh stare once more.
He's going to throw her out the window, Kyle panics and you watch with the deadly realization of the situation. No. No, I won't let him. Not her.
"Garrick," Price says, voice deep. But he doesn't move. "You need to get your head back on."
"I've got it screwed on just right, Captain." Gaz grunts. "Trust me."
12 seconds. 11. 10. 9...
You stare at Gaz and memorize the make of his handsome face—the dates and the late nights speaking about the future sticking to your skin like leeches; sucking away every instance of love and happiness. His laugh. His brown eyes.
His smile.
Oh, you want to see your Love smile.
"Sergeant!" Price yells, moving forward to grapple onto Kyle's shoulder. "It's going off!"
Your boyfriend rips out of his hold, fists clenched and screaming.
"Get the fuck off of me! I can save her!" Your back hits the ground with a slap and a ragged gasp from your lips, the Brit straddling your hips in a desperate play to deactivate the bomb.
"Kyle," you look up at him, pleading. "You have to take cover, it's...it's okay. I love you, I need you to know that—"
"Bloody shut," eyes spark, locking on the bright color under the front of the vest. Gaz snaps a hand under the material and rips at it in a ruthless wrench of his arm. 2 seconds. There's a deafening snap of wire. "Up!"
The beeping stops and the world stills.
Your wide eyes can't stop crying as you stare up into brown eyes with astonishment; struggling to breathe. You can't tell if the building is vibrating or only you, but nothing seems to be able to focus as a wave crashes down on you; adrenaline still striking you.
Everything rings inside of your ears, pounding in your head.
Hands grasp the base of your jaw and lips descend to yours, tears slapping your skin from above in a wave of feral agony. Gaz stifles his sob on your mouth as you shake wildly, panting over your flesh.
Price gives off a large sigh from behind, standing straighter and turning his head.
Gaz's forehead connects with yours, but there are no words to be said—just the silent gazing and lingering fear of death. He won't let go of your cheeks, and, quivering, you go to grasp tightly at the sides of his arms.
With a shuddering breath, he closes his eyes and sags into you.
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bellamysgriffin · 2 months
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DANA’S 5K CELEBRATION: Peeta Mellark in Catching Fire (for @percy-jakcson) (want one?)
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duchessofhastings · 1 year
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5K CELEBRATION
Pink + The Princess Bride requested by @timothydalton
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rosamundpkes · 11 months
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HELLA’S 5K CELEBRATION ⤷ 💖 + orange for @cal-kestis
Kate Sharma & Anthony Bridgerton in BRIDGERTON
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.⋆。Steamy。⋆.
Steve Rogers x plus size reader
Stolen shampoo, hot shower and a perky little ass
Warnings: fluff, nudity but no smut, domestic fluff, some crack humour, implied smut WC: 564
Minors DNI
Library- @hannibals-favourite-meal-library
5k Follower Celebration
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You were absolutely covered in sweat and grime, a result of letting Sam pick your hiking trail for the day and of course he picked one that would give you a ‘challenge’. 10 miles of mostly uphill terrain later, you were so ready for a hot shower and a nap with your boyfriend. 
Your clothes came off piece by piece as you stumbled through your apartment until you reached the bathroom, where the shower was already running. You smirked as you tugged off your panties and slowly opened the door, revealing the site of a lifetime. 
The steam made his pale skin glow under the bathroom light. Water rolled down the defined muscles of Steve’s back, droplets getting caught in the divots and valleys of his shoulder blades and the small dimples at the base of his spine, leading right to the perky ass of your dreams. 
You bit your lip, it was far too tempting.
Your hand whistled as it flew through the air and collided with his perfect cheek with a satisfying smack. Steve immediately froze up, his hands still buried in his hair where he had been massaging in shampoo. Your smirk widened as he slowly turned to face you, his pretty blue eyes wide.
“Did you just… slap my ass?” 
“And what are you gonna do about it doll?” You retorted with Steve’s usual line when he was the one to smack your ass. He glared at you so hard he didn’t even notice that you were completely naked. You let your own gaze drift downwards, following a particularly fat drop of water as it rolled down his torso. It raced between his toned abs before getting lost in the thick patch of hair right at the base of his pelvis.
Your eyes wandered lower but before you could go down any further, Steve’s hands flew to cover himself. “You’re objectifying me.” He whined yet his bright red cheeks gave away just how much he enjoyed your attention.
“You like it.” You stepped into the shower, letting out a happy groan as the hot water washed over your sore muscles. Your boyfriend wrapped a muscular arm around your thick waist and tugged you into his chest.
“How was the hike?” He asked as he pressed a kiss to your hair. 
“It was fine but you need to tell Sam-“ You paused and sniffed at Steve. He raised an eyebrow at you but you ignored it and instead wound your fingers into his hair to pull him to your level. You buried your nose against his scalp and inhaled deeply. “Did you use my shampoo?”
“You weren’t supposed to be home yet?”
“How. Dare. You. Do you know how much that stuff costs! I only use it for special occasions!” You slapped a hand against his chest, purposefully ignoring the way he was flexing his pecs. Steve caught your wrists in one big hand. You thrashed playfully in his hold.
“Hey, it makes my hair look good.” He defended.
“Oh like you need to look any better than you normally do.” You sassed.
It was Steve’s turn to smirk as he pushed his hips forward and pressed his hardening cock into your soft stomach. “I just need to do my best to keep up with you.”
“Fuck you.” 
“I’m trying.” He grinned and you rolled your eyes and leaned into him.
Request: Steve Rogers: 13,12 and28 @as-white-as-snow-love
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thyme-in-a-bubble · 9 months
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Congrats on 5k!! Can I get kisses of fire: Steve Harrington with "Get back down here, we're not done yet"?
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As he yanked you back down against him, you let out a strangled yelp, the protest of your departure and the consequential end of your heated make-out session coming as a bit of a surprise to you. 
“O-oh, we’re not?” you couldn’t help but chuckle as his grip dug into you like you were his most prized possession.  
In between breathless pecks, he uttered, “you made me hard…” rocking your hips down against his for you to notice, the sparks of his excitement nudging against your own blossoming enthusiasm made you shiver, “a problem that you made and one that you need to fix.”
“Well, doesn’t that even occasionally happen when I just smile at you?” 
Disappearing into your eyes, he corrected, “you only find out occasionally,” before inching in again to capture your lips, “you fucking siren…”
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bruisedboys · 8 months
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hello!! can I request the prompt “2o﹕ sender  lifts  receiver's  chin ,  invoking  eye  contact .” with remus lupin? maybe a hurt/comfort where reader is having a panic attack and he helps calm her down?
thank you so much for the request lovely! ik this isn’t how everyone experiences panic attacks but this is how I’ve experienced something of the sort! I’d have loved to have a remus to help me through it <33
cw post-panic attack, anxiety + anxiety related nausea, mentions of r throwing up but she doesn’t actually!!
remus lupin x fem!reader
You don’t know when the nausea started but now it won’t stop. The anxiety has ebbed now but you still feel sick to your stomach. It’s that awful, dizzying feeling that won’t go away no matter how many times you try to swallow it down. You sit by yourself on one of the rows airport chairs, a family of foreigners to your right that you barely notice. Fake black leather sticks to your thighs. You clench the cold metal chair arm hard in order to feel something other than mind-numbing nausea.
Remus has gone to look for somewhere that sells bottled water. You’re pretty sure your flight leaves any minute now. You don’t know if you’ll make it but that’s the least of your worries right now.
“Hey.”
A pair of long legs appear in your field of vision. Brown corduroy pants and black doc martens. Remus, you think in relief. His hand finds your cheek, thumb sliding under your jaw, his ring warm on your skin. He tilts you up carefully to look at him.
You’re sure you look a mess but he meets your eyes and smiles like you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen. “Hey,” he says again. “Still feeling awful?”
You nod, swallowing hard. You’re afraid if you open your mouth you’ll throw up your guts. You’d hate that even more than whatever this is.
Remus crouches down so he’s at eye level with you, hand steady and warm on your cheek. He pulls your face down with him.
“Poor girl,” he murmurs, fingers pushing behind your ear and into your hair. “Hey, I got you some water. Do you think you can drink?”
You want to drink but you don’t know if you can. You nod anyway because your lovely boyfriend has gone and bought it for you. Said boyfriend smiles at you kindly.
“Good,” he says, pulling his hand away from your face. He reaches into his tote and pulls out a water bottle, unscrewing the lid before holding it out to you. “Here you go, lovely.”
You take the bottle from him and have a small sip. It’s splendidly cold and almost immediately makes you feel a little better. You take another sip, your chest feeling less and less tight by the second.
Remus takes the bottle when you’re done. You’ve barely had any but it’s a start, at least. He screws the lid on loosely and puts his other hand on your knee. “Any better?”
You nod. “Yeah. Yeah, thank you.”
“Don’t mention it.” Remus squeezes your knee. He’s got worry written all over his face but you can tell he’s trying to hide it. Which is somehow lovelier than the fact that he’s so worried about you. “Still feel like you can’t breathe?”
Earlier, your chest had been so tight and your mind so full of anxieties that you hadn’t been able to breathe properly. After that the nausea took the lead. But you’re much better now.
“No,” you shake your head. “No, I’m okay now.”
“You sure?”
You smile as best you can. It’s not hard when you love Remus so much. “I think so.”
Remus smiles at you, all slow and pretty like a sunrise, warming you from the inside out. He takes your face in his hand again, large palm warm on your cheek.
“C’mere,” he murmurs, sliding his hand behind your neck and pulling you into him. You go without complaint, falling into his chest with ease, letting him wrap his arm around your neck and the other curling around your back.
You breathe his scent in, bergamot and coffee grounds, citrus laundry detergent and a hint of your shampoo. You don’t know how long he holds you, but eventually you feel better enough to get your arms around him and whisper a ‘thank you.’
Remus kisses the side of your head and rubs your back. “You’re welcome, lovely.”
A few minutes later there’s an announcement over the speakers that your flight has been delayed a half hour. For once you’re happy for the news — it means you can stay in Remus’ arms for a little longer.
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hellshee · 1 year
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⚡️ IOANA’S 5K CELEBRATION ⚡️ 🔥 + favorite scene from derry girls for @eighteensparkles 
There’s a part of me that wishes everything could just stay the same. That we could all just stay like this forever. There’s a part of me that doesn’t really want to grow up. I’m not sure I’m ready for it. I’m not sure I’m ready for the world. But things can’t stay the same and they shouldn’t. No matter how scary it is, we have to move on and we have to grow up because things, well, they might just change for the better.
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blueicequeen19 · 1 year
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9. “I could eat you out for days.” with JJ please, pure filth not dark though. And congratulations on 5K you deserve it so much 🎉💜
Thank you! I did 37. “You look so pretty with my fingers stuffed inside of you.” I hope that’s okay!
5K celebration
Warnings: unprotected sex, fingering
You moan into the blankets, your body trembling from over sensitivity as JJ fucks you hard and fast. The man was insatiable. Barely giving you time to breathe before he’s folding you into a different position and fucking you again.
“God, you’re still squeezing me so fucking tight.” JJ groans, slipping his cock out and replacing it with three fingers.
You moan louder, his fingers working faster than his cock. You knew what he was doing. He was trying to delay his own orgasm so he could see how many he could get out of you.
“Fuck, you look so pretty with my fingers stuffed inside you.” JJ presses his thumb against your ass, making you cry out loudly as he pushes in past the first knuckle.
“JJ, oh god.” You squeal, the obscene wet sound echoing in the room as he fingers you faster.
“Cum for me. Come on, you can do it. That’s my girl.” You cry out, wetness seeping down your thighs as you cum again. You’re nearly hyperventilating as you try to catch your breath but he gives you no time to recover before replacing his fingers with his cock.
“Good girl. Good fucking girl. Now cum on my cock, baby. I’m gonna fill you up.”
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could you write Mando/Din x reader bandaging the other’s hand and not quite letting go?
congrats on 5k :) I love your writing and your OCs
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This was proof you needed better gloves. The ones you had were fine for metal work, but the precise nature of wiring couldn't be done with such a bulky set.
Your fingers were still numb, but the throbbing in your hand served as a reminder they wouldn't stay that way for long. Small blessings, still the open cut and small burns were nothing to sneeze at.
"Kriff," you grumbled, giving yourself a second to lean against the wall of the ship. Obviously you needed to get this taken care of, but the pain was still to immediate. There was no way you were climbing up the ladder until you got your head on straight.
"Everything okay down there," Din called from the cockpit.
"Yeah. Can you just throw me down the med pack?"
There was a small shuffle above you. Carefully you rose to your feet, readying yourself to catch the bag with your one good hand. It didn't make any different as, instead, Din came climbing down.
"Dank farrik," he swore, his head turning to your hand. "What happened?"
You shrugged. "Bad wiring."
There really wasn't much more to say and neither of you were one for unnecessary conversation.
He guided you back to a sitting position before pulling out a bacta patch and some other bandages.
"Let me see," he said, offering a gloved hand to you.
You suppressed the warm feeling that bloomed inside you at the gesture. This wasn't necessarily new. You and Din had traveled together long enough for you to know his instinct was to help. All the same, the reminder was enough to send your heart pounding.
Wordlessly, you extended your injured hand, allowing him to examine it. Rough leather brushed against your skin. In an instant, your skin felt like it was burning as a shock of pain shot straight up your arm.
You pulled away with a small yelp, the pressure of tears forming in your eyes.
"Shit!" you gasped, forcing steady breaths back into you.
"Are you okay?" Din asked, concern lacing his tone.
You managed a nod. "Yeah, just more sensitive than I thought."
He nodded in understanding, before doing something you never thought you'd see. He took off his gloves.
"What are you doing?" you asked.
"They're irritating your skin," he said, simply. "I'll be able to work faster this way."
You couldn't think of a counter argument. It was that line of thinking that got you into this mess in the first place.
Your eye became focus on his hands. You had only gotten glimpses of his skin before as it peaked out between his wrist and glove, but never so openly.
"Is this allowed?" you asked.
"Yes," he answered. "Of course, it means we have to get married."
"What?!"
A short laugh came for behind his helmet. You honestly didn't know whether to laugh yourself or smack him.
"Ha, ha, very funny buckethead," you said dryly.
He only chuckled, extending his now naked hand towards you.
Whatever awkward tension that might have lingered vanished with the sound. You placed your injured hand in his and felt only the slighted sting at his touch. You only hoped he blamed your quickened pulse on the pain.
Din made quick work of the rest, applying the bacta patch before carefully wrapping your hand like he had been doing it his whole life. In truth, he probably had.
"How does it feel?" he asked, tying off the last of the gauze.
"Still stings," you admitted, "but, not as bad as before."
"Good."
If he was going to leave, now would be the perfect time. You waited for it, mentally preparing yourself for the loss of his hand on yours. Still, he lingered, allowing his fingers to brush against the bare skin of your wrist.
The tilt of his helmet wasn't on you. He seemed just as preoccupied with your hand as you were with his. How could a man like him still have so gentle a touch?
"Din?"
He looked up at you and you found yourself wishing once more you could see his face, just to give you some glimpse into what he was thinking.
"You need new gloves," he said, stiffly. "We don't want this happening again."
"Can't argue with that," you answered, not really knowing what else to say. On the one hand, yes, the idea of burning yourself wasn't one you look forward to. On the other, under what other circumstance would he touch you like this?
A pause came, holding itself in the air between you. There was the urge to say something, but for the life of you, nothing came to mind. All you wanted was to stay.
Din ended up making the decision for you as he rose to his feet, finally pulling away. He grabbed his gloves and in the next moment was up the ladder and out of sight.
You let out a deep breath, falling against the wall of the ship.
Now what the hell were you going to do?
(16/20)
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halcyone-of-the-sea · 8 months
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hello!! i humbly ask for some price fluff… maybe sleeping on his chest or something or getting ready for bed
—Hum Me A Tune, Blue-Eyes
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╰┈➤ ❝ [You listen to his heartbeat as he keeps you to his chest, his breath tickling your hair.] ❞
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Your eyes are half closed and drooping farther by the second, a warmth so bone-deep blooming beneath the skin that it fully encapsulates your consciousness.
John keeps your head against his chest, one callused hand on the back of your skull and massaging in small circles. You hear him hum under his breath as he watches you; his own lids teetering up and down.
In the background, the gentle sound of the record player spits out Beethoven.
"You're makin' me sleepy," you whisper, nuzzling against John's chest and his shirt with a large sigh. The man grunts, and you feel his lips meet your scalp in a deep kiss. He smells like linen and beard oil.
Into your hair, John mutters, "Good." It's more a purr than anything else as you shiver at the sensation of his body grumbling from under you.
The living room is the picture of a Saturday afternoon—dishes in the kitchen sink, laundry in the basket to be put away; the couch you both lay on sinking with your combined weight. Sun streaming through the curtains.
You've forgotten how you both ended up in this position in the first place. Not that it mattered to you now.
"Like you here." The Brit huffs, the blue of his eyes dim and content. Pools of molten sapphire. It's as if whenever he holds you everything else falls away into a sheen of contentment.
There's no war here with you on his chest—no gunfire or yelling orders. Just the heat of your body and the swell of lungs as your chest bares down on him. John's lashes flutter.
"Course you do," you tease, slowly, before kissing his clothed chest. John stifles a chuckle, his lips curling along your scalp as his breath tickles your hair. His hands spread out along your back—curling as a snake would. Tight and firm. You don't mind in the slightest. "Careful, Captain...don't go sleeping on duty."
Briefly, you peek up at him through your addled haze. He lays a kiss on your forehead and his lips twitch as you continue. Such a greedy cuddler. "We still have sheets to put on the bed, y'know."
There was no way the both of you were leaving this couch. Not with John's large hands caressing your spine. Not with how you fit atop him so perfectly with your dead weight and adorable sleepy blinks.
This was fucking heavenly.
"Fuckin' hell," the brunette grumbles; he hikes you farther up as you let him drag you like a stuffed animal with a tiny grunt. John sighs, settling you. "Bloody forget about it. You're not movin' an inch."
"That a promise...or an order?"
"Both." You smile, letting his large lungs raise you up and down as if sleeping atop a grizzly bear. Maybe, you thought, you were.
"Sleep, Love," John whispers. "I'll be right here with you."
And as you close your eyes fully and slot your head under the man's chin, the gruff brunette joins not seconds later into the state of oblivion. Soft inhalations; greedy hands that anchor like steel. A scrape of beard hair against your ear.
The house settles, the music plays, and the two Lovers sleep; dead to all else except one another's arms.
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loki with prompt 26 pretty please?
.⋆。That's It。⋆.
Loki x plus size reader 
You ride Loki for the first time
Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, mentions of wax play and bondage, some self-deprecating thoughts, fluff, established relationship
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“Loki, I don’t know about this.” You pulled your robe tighter around yourself, nervously avoiding eye contact with your boyfriend who was currently lounging on your bed, his perfect naked body cradled by the mountain of pillows against the headboard.
There was no doubt that you were both incredibly sexually adventurous, experimenting with everything from bondage to wax play and everything in between but this felt so much more daunting than anything you had tried before, even if it was relatively vanilla. 
“There is nothing to be scared of,” he cooed, reaching an inviting hand out to you, “It’s just me my love.” You slid your hand into his, letting the god pull you into his lap. You tried to lift some of your weight from him but Loki kept you pinned to his naked thighs. “If you truly do not want to do this, then we don’t have to. You have the power.”
His touch was cool but comforting all the same. The silk material of your robe slipped on your skin, exposing more of your chest to your boyfriend, yet he didn’t let his eyes wander away from yours. “We stop if I say stop?” You knew the answer already but you craved the gentle reassurance he always gave before starting any scene.
“Always.” His eyes sparkled, knowing that he was already getting his way. Your legs parted, allowing you to straddle him comfortably as Loki’s smile broadened. “So, are you going to finally ride me or make me wait some more?” He teased, making you shiver with anticipation.
It was the one thing you were hesitant to do— be on top. To be so vulnerable and have your whole body on display as you worked for both your pleasures, it was terrifying. But the way that Loki looked at you, like you were worthy of worship, it made you want to give him this piece of yourself, even if it made a chill settle in your bones.
“Loki.” You whined but it soon bled into a moan as his hands journeyed beneath your robe, cupping your generous ass in his palms. His smirk sent fire racing through your veins and you felt his length throb against your soft thigh. You rocked forwards in an attempt to escape his firm grip but only succeeded in letting his length slide against your cunt, his tip bumping against your sensitive clit.
Your gasp bounced off the bedroom walls as it had done countless times before but this time felt so different. Loki’s blue eyes stared right into you, he refused to look away for a single second almost as if he were worried about scaring you off. With a gentle touch, he guided you to your knees.
“Take me.” His hand slid between your bodies and lined the head of his cock to your weeping entrance. Your lips pressed against his in a starkly gentle kiss as you slowly sank down, taking every glorious inch of him inside your cunt. 
Your moans and Loki’s quiet groans twisted together in a beautiful symphony of pleasure. His touch travelled across your plush thighs, up past your hips, grazing your breasts briefly before he cupped your cheeks. You relaxed on top of him, the burn from his thick cock now lessened to the deliciously addictive stretch you could never get enough of.
Loki’s tongue brushed against your bottom lip as your kisses quickly became more desperate. Your cunt squeezed around him making the god buck up into you forcefully. His chest rumbled with a pleased sound as he ripped his lips from yours. “Perfect girl, c’mon start riding.”
Tentatively, you rocked forwards onto your knees, rising up on his cock before slamming back down to the hilt. You could feel the way your flesh moved with the force but you couldn’t bring yourself to care about what you may look like, not when you could feel Loki everywhere. Your next bounces were more confident and quicker until your rhythm made the bed squeak beneath your bodies.
Loki looked up at you unwaveringly, his gaze a mixture of lust and adoration. His hands touched every part of you that he could reach, needing to feel your body move as you took your pleasure from him. “Good girl, that’s it. Give yourself over to ecstasy.” 
Your legs shook with the strain of the position. You huffed and sat back, trying to rest your poor legs but Loki had a different idea. His palm clapped loudly against the fat of your ass. “Keep bouncing like my good little bunny.” He growled through clenched teeth. You shivered at the power in his voice, biting down on your lip as you lifted yourself up once more.
You whimpered, the knot in your lower stomach steadily drawing tighter. Your thrusts down grew sloppier the tighter the knot became yet Loki didn’t relent his determination to have you ride him. “Please Loki.” You begged, tears gathering in your eyes as your orgasm seemed so close and yet so far.
Loki clicked his tongue as if he were annoyed but the delighted sparkle in his eye and the way his cock throbbed from deep within you said otherwise. “Is that right? Does my bunny need her god to make her cum? She’s too soft to do it herself?” You whined and ground your hips down, making Loki’s smirk broaden. “Don’t worry bunny, I’ll take care of you.”
His hands clamped down onto your hips and suddenly all the pressure was taken away from your knees. Your eyes went wide but before you could ask what he was doing, Loki lifted his hips from the mattress and thrust up into you with such power that you felt the air get forced from your lungs. “Did so good for me, bunny, so so well. You should be rewarded.” Your head lolled with each punch upwards, your stomach tensing as he bashed against the bundle of nerves inside you.
“Loki.” You weakly attempted to call out but he silenced you with a cold thumb connecting to your clit. You hiccuped as the pleasure mounted.
“Cum for me. Do it now!” He buried himself to the hilt, pulling your soft body completely against him. You shattered around him, your vision whiting out as Loki growled in your ear, emptying himself into your cunt. 
You slumped against your boyfriend and Loki laughed breathlessly, placing a soft kiss to your temple. “See, I told you there was nothing to be scared of.” Your sleepy smile made him cuddle you closer, exhaustion falling over you both like a thick blanket.
“I guess you were.” You muttered.
And as your eyelids fluttered shut, Loki whispered. “That’s it.”
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