#I've made a grave miscalculation

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Sarah I'm here to bother you and...you'll hate me for it but I'm doing it anyway yknow?

Okay, your nice NSFW filthy prompts, mm yes its a wonderful post.

Anyway, now that I've been intrigued-

Would you so ever kindly write 1, 2 and 11 (bc im filthy like that-) for Loki?

Because........why would I pass up the chance?

Anyway I'll go away now

-Clem

Burned

Prompts: "Do I look like I’m messing around? Do I look like I won’t punish you?”

"Fucking is a reward, but you haven’t been good.”

"Be a good girl/boy for mommy/daddy.”

(I have played around with these a little so they won't be word for word!)

Loki x f!reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 5.8k

Loki Masterlist

It had been nothing but a joke. 

A stupid, painfully transparent attempt to elicit some small degree of jealousy in him and maybe, hopefully, be dragged back to your room for some angry sex. He knew that you loved him, that you would set the entire world ablaze if he asked you to, so you had been certain that your little joking flirtation with someone that wasn’t him would lead to nothing but difficulty walking properly for a few days. 

Though, with the way Loki was now staring at you, you were beginning to believe that you had sorely miscalculated. 

“You want me to fuck you?” he repeated your words from only seconds earlier, his voice deadly quiet. “Darling, having me fuck you is a reward. Do you think you deserve it after that little stunt you just pulled?”

His cool fingers firmly clasped your chin, leaving you with little other option than holding his gaze and watching his green eyes glitter dangerously. “Maybe I don’t, but that rock pressing against me tells me you’re going to anyway.” You smirked up at him, though the narrowing of his eyes had you fearing you may have just dug your own grave. 

He jerked your chin up a fraction higher, his warm breath fanning across the tip of your nose. “Do I look like I’m playing, pet? Do I look like I won’t punish you?”

You inhaled sharply, feeling a dull throbbing begin between your legs. So far, his threats of punishment had been just that: threats. He had never actually followed through with them, something that easily emboldened you. This time would be no different; he wouldn’t actually punish you.

“Oh, no. Are you going to punish me? What are you going to do, Loki? Spank me? Whip me, maybe?” you replied, sarcasm dripping from every word that left your lips. 

Loki’s hand fell from your chin and he took a single step back from you. “Take your clothes off. Right now.” His voice was firm and his eyes steely as they held yours. 

He wasn’t fucking around this time. 

Hot arousal blazed through you, sending your heart hammering like a drum in your chest and soaking your underwear. Rarely had he ever sounded so demanding; it almost had your knees give way underneath you. You unzipped the dress you were wearing, letting it fall from your body and pool at your feet, meeting Loki’s eyes as the material ghosted over your bare legs. 

“Keep going,” he instructed at your brief hesitation. 

You cocked an eyebrow at him. “Are you expecting me to say “yes, Sir?” you said before you could stop yourself. 

Loki’s mouth twitched in the ghost of a smile. “I’m expecting you to stop being a brat and do as I tell you.” 

“Your expectations are too high,” you deadpanned, letting your bra and underwear quickly follow your dress until you stood naked before him. 

His eyes travelled slowly over you, desire flaming in his green eyes as though he hadn’t seen you like this a thousand times before. While once his intense gaze would have had you blush and desperately try to cover yourself, now it only made you grow a little taller in the knowledge that it was your body and your skin igniting such raw, primal longing in him. 

“Beautiful,” he said softly, stepping back in front of you and trailing his fingertips lightly up the inside of your thigh until he reached your clit. Your hips rolled instinctively for more when he began to trace teasing little circles. “And always so ready for me,” he said, removing his fingers far too soon and cleaning them off in his own mouth. The sight almost had you whimpering. 

“Are you going to fuck me, or just stand there fantasising about it?” you challenged, voice turning hoarse from the featherlight touch against your thigh that had been enough to ignite a burning need for him

A wicked grin spread across his face and he clasped your chin loosely between his fingers once more. “Oh, my sweet little whore, what a wonderfully ironic choice of words,” he said. 

Your heart began to beat wildly, threatening to break free from your chest. Maybe you hadn’t miscalculated.

Maybe angry, possessive sex was exactly what you were going to get. 

“Well, don’t let me -”, you began.

Before the sentence could even leave your mouth, Loki bent to grasp you easily behind the knees and throw you over his shoulder, knocking the breath firmly from your lungs. You barely had a second to protest or brace against his back before he tossed you lightly onto the bed against the pile of throw pillows. Not for the first time you were reminded of how easy it would be for him to overpower you, to break you like you were nothing more than a delicate piece of china. He would rather die, of course, than ever hurt you, but the knowledge that he possessed the strength…

You shivered against the sheets. 

Loki remained towering over you at the foot of the bed, silent while his green eyes glittered wickedly and his long, nimble fingers unfastened his belt, pulling it from the loops in one swift motion. 

The quiet sound of it hitting the air had something in your lower stomach twist. “Are you going to spank me, my prince?” you taunted him. 

He let the belt drop to the floor, the silver buckle clanging threateningly off the wooden floorboards. “I think you’d enjoy that far too much, my little masochist.” Your mocking smile faltered for the briefest of seconds, but Loki’s keen gaze caught it like a predator surely catches it prey. “You’re in quite the predicament, aren’t you, pet? I can practically hear the wheels in that pretty little head of yours turning: just what am I going to do to you?” His voice was like velvet as he taunted you, its softness a sharp contrast to the blazing look in his eyes as they trailed hungrily over your naked body. 

You propped up on your elbows just as his knee sank into the mattress between your legs, and all too easily he was hovering above you, pinning you to the bed with just a look. There was another shimmer of green as his remaining clothes disappeared into the air. 

He grasped both your hands in his, making you fall softly back against the pillows. “Am I going to restrain you to the bed? Tie one of your mortal toys between your legs and make you come again and again until you offer me anything to stop?” he murmured, placing your wrists against the headboard with one hand. You felt a faint glow of warmth beneath your skin accompanied by the unmistakable shimmer of Loki’s magic. 

Like countless times before, your hands were secured to the solid beam of wood by silk ties. 

“Or,” he continued, his fingers now settling between your legs to trace teasing patterns against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. He drifted so wonderfully close to where you burned for him, only to retreat back down your thigh without so much as grazing you. “Am I going to bring you to the brink of pleasure over and over, getting you closer every time, but never letting you have your release, hmm?” 

“Loki!” you groaned, tugging roughly against the silk ties to pull them taut. “Stop fucking around.”

Still hovering over you, his strong arms caging you to the mattress, Loki’s lips curled into a smirk. “Oh, my darling, I’m only getting started with what I have planned for you,” he purred. “I told you that having me fuck you is a reward, didn’t I?” 

“Then hurry up and start rewarding me, my prince.” Your words held a distinct bite of frustration, the arousal flowing forcefully through your blood robbing you of any attempt to tease or taunt him back. You ached too badly for him, for his mouth, for his cock.  

“I have no intention of rewarding you after the little performance you put on tonight,” he replied easily, the same taunting smirk still on his face. He rested back on his heels and your eyes instantly dropped to his cock standing proud and erect. A fiery heat rolled torturously through you.

Another deep flash of green light drew your eyes back to his hand where you saw the familiar thick material dangling from his fingertips. You inhaled deeply. 

He really wasn’t fucking around tonight. 

“Oh yes, pet,” he said quietly, as though he had read your thoughts, and leaned back in to take your sight. 

Slowly, rich jade green silk settled over your eyes, the smooth material easily obscuring your vision and painting your whole world black. Loki’s long fingers secured it comfortably behind your head, his hand instantly dropping to draw soothing little circles over your hip to still the initial uneasiness that always arose at the sudden darkness; a silent gesture of promise that he was still there. 

Gently, as though you were a delicate china doll, he adjusted your head against the pillows, ensuring that there was nothing that would tug or poke or cause any pain that he himself wasn’t invoking. 

“Beautiful, my darling,” he murmured, bending down to capture your lips in a kiss so chaste that his earlier words and promises slipped wholly from your mind. 

You would have been more than content to simply let him kiss you, so when his lips left yours you audibly whined. “Kiss me again,” you begged hoarsely, not ready to give up the feel of his mouth on yours. 

A puff of his breath hit your face as he laughed quietly. “Do you think you deserve another kiss?” he asked, tracing the backs of his fingers idly along your thigh. 

The tiniest sound of discontent escaped you, your brow knitting together over the top of your blindfold. You were craving him in the most innocent way, desiring nothing more than the feel of his mouth against yours. Surely he wouldn’t deny you that?

“Yes,” you answered simply, all your earlier bravado having disappeared like smoke in the wind. 

He laughed softly again, but you could already feel the brush of his hair against your shoulders. “I’m inclined to agree with you this time, my darling,” he replied, and you could hear the smile in his voice. 

The mattress shifted slightly beneath you and quickly, wondrously, his lips returned to yours. Your own parted easily for him, drinking in the taste of him, the feel of him. You would never be able to get enough. His kiss was deep and oh so slow, as though the hands of time had stopped and all that mattered to him was savouring the taste of your lips. The need to wrap your arms around him and pull him as close as physically possible to you was nearly overpowering, making a pleading whimper sound against his lips. 

Another rumble of laughter shook his chest and he pulled back from you once more. “Distracting me won’t work,” he chimed softly, brushing the tip of his nose against yours. 

“I wasn’t trying to distract you,” you said, desperately trying to reach forward and claim his lips again, though your bound wrists effectively pinned you to the bed. 

“Remember who you’re talking to, darling,” he replied, his lips now beginning to press softly to your collarbone. 

Right. 

The God of Lies. 

“Fine!” you huffed, letting your head fall back against the pillows with a quiet thump.

“We are feeling rather bratty tonight, aren’t we?” he said smoothly, his warm mouth now at your breasts indicating that he was slowly making his way down your body. 

You arched into him when his tongue, wet and hot, swirled around one erect nipple. “Maybe you should fuck the brat out of me then,” you said, gasping softly when his fingers began to pluck and twist at the other. 

“Maybe I will” he replied, sinking his teeth into sensitive skin to draw a yelp from you. 

You shivered at his words, burning with the anticipation of what they were promising and almost giddy from knowing he had only been teasing about not fucking you. Lazily, his lips left a wet trail down your stomach until he stopped between your legs and you felt him use his fingers to easily part you, exposing you fully to him. 

“Soaked,” he murmured. “Who are you this soaked for, darling?” he asked. You bucked suddenly against the sheets when you felt the lightest flick of his tongue against your clit. 

“You, Loki!” you moaned, hips lifting off the bed in a desperate search for more. 

“Again,” he said, giving another tiny flick of his tongue.  

“It’s for you! It’s always for you!” you said. 

“Who do you belong to?” he asked, beginning to trace his tongue in teasing little circles. 

“You!” you cried out, trying with all your might to grind against his face. 

He pulled back for the briefest of seconds, enough to make you whine pitifully. “Let me hear you say it, pet.” 

“I belong to you, Loki!” 

You heard him hum his agreement between your legs. “That’s right. You’re mine. I think a little reminder of that might be what you need, hmm?” 

He didn’t wait for your answer, instead placed his tongue firm and flat against your cunt, effectively pulling any coherant thought completely from your head. The silk around your eyes only intensified every tormenting swirl and torturous flick. Loki could play your body like a violin, your soft sighs and whimpers being the only music he needed to follow, and before long he was driving you hard and fast towards the delicious edge of pleasure. 

You gasped out his name in a silent plea for more, a plea for him to keep doing exactly what he was doing. You were so close. 

“So close.” You murmured. “So close, Loki,” you continued to breathe out. 

Your back lifted into an almost perfect arch off the bed, your bound hands curling into tight fists as the tidal wave of pleasure steadily built. He had you right there…you were right there…right…

“No,” he purred, his mouth leaving your dripping cunt. 

You deflated against the bed, answering him with an anguised groan. “Don’t be an ass, Loki, please!” you pleaded. 

“Oh, my darling, I did warn you that I’m only getting started with you,” he taunted. His lips were quickly on yours again, the sharp tang of your own arousal coating his tongue. All the while, two slim fingers slipped inside you, hooking up expertly and making the breath catch in your throat. “Tell me again who you belong to.” 

“I belong to you,” you answered easily, close to breathless and rolling your hips to meet every pump of his fingers. 

“And who is the only person who gets to fuck this pretty cunt?” he continued, his fingers slowly beginning to pick up speed inside you. 

“You, Loki. Only you,” your voice was little more than a whisper floating from your lips. “Please, faster,” you begged him. 

He obliged easily. If you hadn’t been so lost to the feeling of being propelled towards your release, you would have noticed that he obliged a little too easily seeing as he loved nothing more than delaying your pleasure until you were practically crying with desperation. 

You were soon keening under his fingers, lips rounded in a silent scream as the pressure in your core kept building and building. 

“You’re so close, aren’t you?” Loki’s voice cooed at you, so close that you knew he was watching every microexpression that flickered across your face. 

“Y..yes!” you stuttured out, bracing for the wondrous release that was only mere seconds away. 

“That’s too bad, isn’t it?” he said in the same mocking voice, removing his fingers from you without ceremony. Tears formed instantly in the back of your eyes at once again having your pleasure so cruelly ripped from your grasp. 

“Loki!” you whined, thrashing wildly in the sheets. “Please!”

“Please, what, darling?” he asked, feinging innocence. You felt the mattress shift beneath you again as he stood from the bed, the absence of any further sound telling you he remained where he stood, watching you. 

There was a faint shift in the energy of the room, goosebumps erupting over your skin as he used his magic. You could only imagine what sort of toy he had conjured to torture you further…

“Please fuck me,” you begged pathetically, the ache between your legs burning stronger with each passing second and reminding you of just how joyously close to a release you had been. 

“But, darling,” Loki answered, a hint of disbelief creeping in his voice, “I am fucking you.”

You went still against the sheets, every wheel in your brain turning to try and work out what he meant. He wasn’t fucking you, he wasn’t even touching you. “Loki, wha…” you tried to speak, still furiously trying to work out what he meant. 

“I am fucking you,” he repeated in the same easy voice. 

The room was silent as you fought desperately to find meaning in his words, the only sound being that of your own breathing as you repeated them over and over in your head. Only when you were seconds away from admitting defeat and on the precipice of begging him for understanding did the silk blindfold begin to evaporate from over your eyes, disappearing particle by tiny particle until you were presented with a clear look at what he was doing. 

Fresh, burning arousal pooled instantly between your thighs when you took in the sight of him at the end of the bed. 

He stood there fully naked, glossy black curls tousled around his face, and wrapped in his arms, head thrown back against his shoulder in apparent pleasure, was you. 

His arms were wrapped securely around her - your - body, his long, slim fingers slotted easily between the clone’s legs to massage her clit. She gave a soft moan of pleasure, rocking her hips against each thrust of his hand, to which he only gave her more.

You could only watch in stunned silence as he pleasured her, your mind too consumed with the sight of yourself locked in Loki’s arms while you were somehow still bound to the bed. 

“What is it, pet?” Loki taunted, his fingers between your clone’s thighs picking up speed and making her whimper in his arms. “Have I never shown you this little trick of mine? How impolite of me,” he said, feigning shock. Your eyes were locked on his fingers and how they expertly pleasured your clone, filling the room with her soft gasps and moans of pleasure, and leaving you yearning for his cock. 

“Loki…” you whined pitifully, tugging fruitlessly against your restraints. 

“Yes?” he asked, his face now buried in the clones neck, kissing her on the exact spot that always sent a shiver of excitement shooting down your spine.

“You’ve made your point,” you pleaded, silently begging him with your eyes to stop torturing you.

He laughed in reply, a low, quiet sound that told you he thought otherwise. “I disagree,” he said simply. You watched him guide your clone towards the end of the bed, somewhat mesmerised by how well your body moudled to his. He placed a hand flat on her back, bending her over until her hands landed between your spread legs with a soft thump against the sheets. “You said I should fuck the brat out of you, pet. Why don’t you be a good girl and watch me?” He wound his hand into her hair, pulling her head back to make hold direct eye contact with yourself. 

“That’s…that’s not what I meant,” you replied weakly. 

“You should choose your words more carefully.” He smirked at you, the unmistakable glint of mischief glittering in his green eyes. He adjusted her arms on the bed, pushing her forward by the tiniest degree to leave you with an unobstructed view as he prepared to take her from behind. “Look at you, darling. Look how eagerly you respond to my every touch. Always so ready to please your god.” 

You could do nothing but look, close to enthralled by how you reacted beneath him, how you bent and moved smoothly at every press of his fingertips to your skin, like he was the puppetmaster and you his willing doll. 

From the top of your vision, you could see his mischievous smirk. “Good girl,” he praised you softly. “Keep your eyes on her. I want you watching your own face while I fuck you.” 

One hand remained planted on the small of her back, while with the other he began to guide his cock towards her entrance. He wasn’t touching you, wasn’t laying so much as a finger on you, but still you could feel his phantom touch burn against your skin. When your clone released a soft sigh of contentment and her fingers bunched up in the rumpled sheets, you knew he was teasingly stroking the head of his cock through her folds. A whimper left you before you even recognised it in your throat, followed in close tandem by your hips bucking wildly off the bed. 

Loki gave a small, mocking “tut”. “You can’t feel a thing, can you, darling?” he taunted. 

“No,” you whimpered, your voice sounding pathetic even to your own ears. 

His face twisted with feigned concern. “Poor thing,” he said, curling his fingers around your clone’s hips for leverage as he eased himself slowly inside her. The quiet curses that fell from his lips along with the soft, breathy moans floating from your clone’s mouth as he filled her had you clenching with need, easily pulling from your memory how good it felt when he filled you to the brim. “Norns, if only you could see how your perfect little cunt swallows my cock. So warm and tight. You feel like Valhalla clenching around me.” 

Fresh, scorching heat swept through every vein in your body, the praise he was heaping upon you making you burn for him. Your eyes flickered back to your clone, watching her lips part into a small “o” and shine slightly beneath the light of the room. Her eyes were already beginning to cloud over with pleasure as Loki continued to fuck her steadily, and every moan and whimper of contentment that fell from her mouth only made the pool of arousal beneath you grow. 

“Tell me what you feel, pet. Describe every single sensation to me,” he continued to taunt. 

“What do you feel, pet, hmm? Tell me?” he continued to taunt. 

“I don’t feel anything!” you cried, arching off the best as best you could with your wrists bound. “Loki, please!”

He ignored you. 

“Look at yourself, darling. Look how wonderfully you take me,” he said, the barest hint of strain in his voice. “You were made for me.” Loose strands of hair began to fall around his face with every forceful thrust of his hips, thrusts that had your clones eyes beginning to roll back in her head.

“Loki,” you continued to plead, feeling like a blazing fire had been lit between your legs and each thrust of his hips into your clone only fanned the flames. 

He continued ignoring you. 

“I had such plans for you tonight, darling. Plans to make you see stars,” he said, his fingers now digging into the flesh of your clone’s hips. “What a shame you decided you’d rather be a brat instead.” 

You released a tormented groan. “Alright, fine!” you huffed. “I was trying to make you jealous. I’m sorry!” you continued to plead, the ache between your legs reaching such a nearly overwhelming intensity you would have done anything, said anything that he asked you to. 

“I’m sure you are,” Loki replied, his head beginning to tip back on his shoulders with every forceful thrust into your clone. “But the time for apologies is over.” 

Your head fell back against against the pillows, a loud cry of utter frustration permeating through the room.

“Ah, ah, pet,” he chided softly, using the force of his seider to pull your head forward. “Keep your eyes on her. Watch as I fill her with my seed and imagine it was that your poor aching cunt that I was spilling into,” he taunted. 

With his seider wrapped firmly around you, you had no choice but to watch every micro expression on his face and hers; the baring of his teeth and set of his strong jaw as he reached his release along with every roll of your clone’s eyes and her vice like grip around the sheets between you both. Your cunt clenched and pulsed with every sinful moan that he released, desperate to have his cock driving you towards a blinding climax. 

“Loki…” you whined again, still holding the faintest trace of hope that this was only an elaborate tease, that any second now your clone would dissolve before you and you would feel him slide wonderously into your soaked core. 

His lips curled into a smile, lust heavy eyes beginning to slowly flutter closed. “You sound so beautiful when you beg for me. Be a good girl and keep saying my name,” he said. You let a defiant silence fill the room, causing Loki to laugh. “Still intent on being a brat, aren’t you?” 

“Only because you’re still intent on being an ass!” you shot back, your earlier brazeness beginning to creep back with every passing second that he wasn’t inside you. 

“How very…unfair of you…when I am the wronged party here,” he replied between pants, his release getting closer and closer with each snap of his hips. 

“I said I was sorry!” you shot back, every twist of pleasure on your clone’s face heightening the already fervent levels of arousal coursing through your blood. 

“And I… heard you,” Loki replied simply from between gritted teeth, his eyes now squeezed shut as his pleasure began to overtake him. 

Squirming in a pool of your own arousal you watched his thrusts into your clone become more erratic, heard every sinful moan and curse that slipped from him as he free falled into his orgasm. Your clone gave a shout of pleasure, her sharp, ragged breaths making your stomach twist with need. They were both lost to their pleasure while you completely soaked, frustrated, and desperate for Loki’s cock. 

“You feel…magnificent…as always, my darling,” he panted as he came down from his high.

“Loki, please,” you begged again, trying in vain to force tears from your eyes in an attempt to make him feel pity for you, though he could always see through your pretenses as easy as you could see through glass. 

He remained quiet for several moments, still half lost to the aftershocks of pleasure and, gradually, his deep, laboured breathing began to even out. “Still empty and hungry for my cock, aren’t you?” he mocked huskily, a low groan tumbling from him when he removed himself from your clone.. 

“Yes,” you answered, making your voice as small as possible. 

“Poor thing,” he repeated, sounding entirely unconcerned and turning his attention back to your clone. “On the bed.” He tapped her ass, and you watched as she climbed to settle between your legs. “Closer,” he told her, guiding her so her hands rested on each side of your hips and her face was directly in front of yours. 

“Loki…” you whined again, having believed the night’s torture to be over. 

“You only have yourself to blame,” he chimed, positioning himself back between her legs. You watched, quietly tormented, as he eased back inside her, a low hiss of pleasure leaving his lips once he was fully sheathed. Only seconds after, the silk ties that had been securing you to the bed shimmered away to nothing, once again leaving your hands free. Loki held your gaze with a wicked glint glittering in his eyes. “This time you’re going to touch yourself while you watch me fuck you,” he instructed simply.

It was the quickest you had ever obeyed him. 

Swift, desperate fingers slipped between your own legs to sink gratefully into your own wetness. A placated sigh drifted from your lips at finally being permitted to tend to the ache burning through your tortured core, and in seconds your fingers were coated with your own arousal. 

“Fuck,” you breathed out softly, letting your head drop back against the pile of cushions now strewn about the bed. Already, gentle waves of faint pleasure were building under your fingers, momentarily making you forget about Loki and your own clone positioned between your legs. 

“What did I say, pet?” he chided lightly, once again using his seider to pull your head forward. “Keep your eyes on me, and do not come,” he instructed firmly. 

You answered with the faintest hint of a whimper, but continued to touch yourself to the sight of him fucking your clone. Each lustful moan and grunt of pleasure that spilled from him only sent fresh spikes of arousal searing through your blood. Would you ever crave another being with the same ferocity that you craved him? 

Loki slipped an arm around your clone’s waist to pull her back flush against his chest, bending so close to you that you could easily see the thin sheen of sweat beginning to cover his forehead. His eyes drifted to your hand between your legs, a satisfied smirk crossing his face. “Look at how soaked you are watching me fuck you,” he taunted. “Are you imagining how my cock feels when I’m inside you? How I can make you scream like no mortal man ever could?” 

“Yes,” you groaned, bunching the rumpled bedsheets firmly in your first. His seider still held your head in place, though you wanted nothing more than to collapse back against the pillows and lose yourself to the pleasure that your own fingers were steadily bringing you. 

“My…good…little whore,” Loki panted, burying his face in the clone’s neck. You could hear him kiss and suck the spot under your ear that never failed to make you fall apart for him. “Touching yourself…to the thought…of me,” he said, words becoming throaty and hoarse and the firm sound of skin on skin indicating that his release was only moments away. 

The faint buzz of pleasure that had been building in your own core had evolved into a burning flame that licked and flickered incessantly and threatened to engulf you in the fiery glows of an orgasm. The sight of him before you, his hair tousled messily around his shoulders, teeth bared and almost lost to the pleasure your body was bringing him, was the only aphrodisiac you needed. His relentless chasing of his own release only propelled you towards your own, and soon you couldn’t help but to disobey him, eyes fluttering firmly closed as the fiery flames of pleasure began to sweep through every pore. 

A feeling that lasted mere seconds before your hands were forced back against the headboard, held rigidly in place by Loki’s seider. The sharp, aguished “no” ripped from your throat alongside Loki’s taunt. 

“Did you…really think I’d let you come, pet?” he rasped, his grip around your clone like a vice while the rhythm of his thrusts into her became steadily more erratic. 

You twisted and flailed in the sheets, the burning arousal between your thighs only intensifying with the orgasm that had been stolen from you. “Loki! Please!” you begged, half close to tears. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Please let me come! Please!”

Your pleading went unheard as Loki’s own release shook through him again. Your name tumbled from his lips like a chant as he plunged into his orgasm, melting into a steady stream of groans and Asgardian curses that had you rolling your hips desperately against the bed. In front of you, so close you could see every mark on her skin, your clone erupted in her own climax, the sound of your own voice consumed with pleasure torturing you in the sweetest way.

“Please,” you whimpered once more, though you knew it was of little use. Already coming down from his high, Loki rested his forehead against your clone’s shoulder, giving a final few shuddering thrusts before he went still. The only sound in the room became the laboured sound of his breathing. 

You pulled against Loki’s seider with another quiet whimper, the pathetic sound causing him to raise his head and give you a lopsided grin, still drunk on the aftermath of his orgasm. He pulled out of your clone with a final quiet groan and, with a lazy flick of his wrist, she disappeared like a fleeting summer breeze. 

“My poor darling,” Loki cooed mockingly, maneuvering up the bed to kiss you. “You’re all hot and bothered, aren’t you?” His fingers dipped back between your legs, the wet sound of your sopping cunt making him grin. 

“Yes,” you answered in barely a whisper, a faint sigh of relief following close behind as his fingers caused tiny waves of pleasure to begin washing through you again. 

“Good,” he purred, his teeth sinking into your neck. “Tell me when you’re close.” 

His skilled fingers worked quickly between your legs, pushing you quickly towards release. It took only a matter of seconds before your back was arching off the sheets, wrists again straining against his seider.

“Loki, I’m gonna come,” you breathed out, feeling every muscle in your body tense in anticipation. Release was so close…

“Ask for my permission, pet,” he warned softly. 

You fought against the rising pleasure, every fibre working valiantly to keep it at bay. “Please…Loki, please…please can I come?” you babbled out, a single hot tear of frustration leaking from your eye. 

His reply was swift and soft. “No,” he breathed into your ear, pulling his hand from your cunt. The piercing cry that spilled from your lungs was only silenced when Loki brought his fingers to your lips, silently instructing you to clean them. “Good girl,” he said when your tongue ran obediently over them, his free hand gently brushing away several stray tears that had continued to fall. 

He removed his seider from around your wrists and, still burning with arousal, you allowed him to guide you between the sheets. You curled close to the familiar comfort of his chest, breathing in the heady, masculine scent of him as he wrapped an arm firmly around your shoulders. 

“Have you learned your lesson?” he asked softly into your hair. 

You fought the urge to continue being a brat to him. “Yes,” you answered, your frustration at him clear as day. 

Quiet laugher rumbled in his chest. “Good girl,” he repeated, placing a kiss to your head. A hand reached back between your legs and for one glorious, shining moment you believed he was finally going to grant you release, but all you felt was the faint warm glow of his magic. “Incase of any wandering hands in the night,” he teased.

You gave his leg a gentle kick with your foot. “Asshole.” 

His laughter bubbled in your ear once again. “Sleep well, darling girl.”

Tags: @cake-writes @sineads-art @maevetriesart @lovelysizzlingbluebird @drdaddystrange @thedistractedagglomeration @joyful-enchantress @amethyst-dow @sailorholly @hyperfixating-on-loki  @trickster-maiden @high-functioning-lokipath @mochie85 @vickie5446 @xorpsbane @november-rayne @lokidbadguy @lokisninerealms

#loki #loki laufeyson #Loki smut #Loki imagine #Loki x reader

[sleepy-vix]

i think about the future in terms of being free. i think about my present in terms of staying under the radar and keeping out of trouble and being respectable and academic so that i will be ready to be free when the future comes. i think about graduation and adulthood in terms of freedom and independence and life experiences that i never had and never dared to have as a socially anxious, burnt-out teenager that just wanted to be alone for months on end.

but then i'm scared because what if i'm not ready to be free? what if i'm hyping myself up to step just 10 steps closer to the edge before jumping into adulthood but then i suddenly find that the edge was only 3 steps away, i've gravely miscalculated, and my wings (which are meant to represent the experiences, wisdom and skills i have collected in my life) are not even fully fleshed out and i am thrust into The Real World with nothing to my name and no networking skills to save my life.

am i too reserved? have i been too cautious? should i have put my head up and stuck my neck out instead of putting my head down and shrinking into myself? should i have made the effort to befriend and acclimate myself with a larger variety of people? should i have prioritised my wellbeing and health? should i have went out more often on the weekends and made more plans with my friends instead of shutting myself away to brew in my misery and study my brain to death?

what if i have been too cautious? i've justified my shyness and caution by convincing myself that i will live and seek experiences when i am older but what if i've been putting that off for so long that when it comes to the time where i plan to live, i find that i have no idea how to live at all?

is that all i'm destined to be? nothing? a boring and meaningless office worker, seeing their friends once a month, listening to music and reading books to cope with their loneliness but having nobody to talk to about their latest read or music obsession. i used to always, always think that a quiet and peaceful life is the best way to live. i was convinced that i won't need anybody but myself and a cat. now i am terrified. what if my pathetic, "quiet and peaceful" life is so quiet (too quiet) that it isn't even the tiniest blip in the grand tapestry of the world, and i die and nobody even realises for years and years and years?

i used to think that my death was okay. i used to actively wish it upon myself and seek it and dream of it and write about it like it was an inevitable ending. something deserved. a safety net and a way out. an apology for my failures as a human being.

i claim to view my death as a safety net because i believed that if i made peace with my death and even befriended its inevitable presence, then death will be a joy when it arrives and i will not have any regrets because my goal in the end was always to die.

i don't think like that anymore. now, i so desperately want to live. i want to live, but after so many years of wanting to die, i'm horrified to find that i haven't the faintest idea how to live. this revelation makes me want to die.

it has come full circle and thus i am spiralling.

#sleepy vix #being a non suicidal human being is hard #what if i fall in love with life and it doesnt love me back? i'm so fucking scared #hm #it's funny because it's true

[ghoulysaphomet]

Holo there

I'm Saphomet. Also known as Ghost, and a plentitude of other names.

This is my art/writings account where I'll try to post fanart whenever I do some, and ramble about my WIPs.

Main account where i reblog whatever i want: @timstolejasonscorpseagain

I've written fanfic since 2012-3, can't remember for sure, and posted them to deviantart and ffnet. I moved to ao3 in 2014.

I have a lotta wips. Sorry 'bout that.

Terfs and bigots of any kind aren't welcome::) fuck off::)

I absoloutely love doing angst, themes of death, monsters, blood/cannibalism and codependency. Sometimes I do Smut, too.

If you've read any of my works and have any questions feel free to ask!

Wishing everyone a good day.

A list of my all-time favourite fanfictions

In alphabetical order. I will attempt to update this as I find more stuff to read! ::,)

Ao No Exorcist 

The sound of an omen from the center of a hurricane by bluewindfall

Batman (all types)

Artificial Gravel by thenafics

Bang, bang by Ididloveyou_once

Batman is a Very Serious Scary Vigilante by akcugrai

chew until it bleeds by dukeaubergine (18+)

dead men tell no tales 'verse by Mikkal

Ignore the Previous Message (or don't) by JpegDotJpeg (18+)

i know the end by WhatTheHeckIsGoingOn

I’m Pretty Sure Tim Steals Clothes: An Elaboration In The Form Of A Long Fic by PrinceJakeFireCake

Jason Todd's Guides for The Respectable Zombie Series by A_Fandom_Related_Name

Lone Wolf by SalParadiseLost

my hero. series by Anonymous [18+]

Not so Alone by Blueseabird2

of crime lords and literature by adelfie

scapegoat by envysparkler

the hunger that consumes need not know you by Dawn_Song, NEEMU (Dawn_Song) [18+]

This Dark Ceiling Without a Star by Miss_Lazy_Tuesday

BNHA

(How to) Forgive and forget by Legal_kidnapping

And thus, we live  by  Kail_lizuc

Everything i want to do is illegal - a self help book - by AdyingFlower (possibly discontinued)

Grandmaster of miscalculation by silver jackdaw (cizzi) (Possibly discontinued) 

Lovers of lost dimensions by Miss_nighteye (terryh) (18+)

Lusus Naturae by WildTama

Neutrality order (Series) by AngeliaDark  (suggestive themes)

Proximal by artistfingers, Perfectly_Inconspicuou

Something's gotta give by Worldstubbiestcat (confirmed Discontinued)

Speak no evil by bibivi 

Speak of the devil by Gentrychild

Take only what you need by Intent_To_Stay (Confirmed discontinued)

Yesterday upon the stair by PitViperOfDoom

Danny Phantom 

by your grave (the monster we made) by UnderForeversGrace

Death Day Evolution by gamma_radio

definition of insanity (is doing the same thing) by UnderForeversGrace

lie like a tombstone (yet secrets will bloom) by murphy_kitt

Tourist Repellent by TorScrawls

Vice series by dweeblet, paenling (dweeblet), Patchykins

What Big Eyes You Have by Gingersnapped

What it means to be by UnderForeversGrace

worth the war underneath my skin by UnderForeversGrace

DP x DC 

a part of me that'll never be mine by halfagone (milkywxy)

Bus to Nowhere by foldingfacets 

Funeral Rites by BumblingBeesAndWillowTrees

Have You Heard of Danny Wayne? by FortunateCookie

If You Give a Bat a Burger by Cielle_Noire

I'm King Boo by TourettesDog

Life, Death, and In Between by SaturdayNightFrights

Our Empty Graves by suomifae

Phantom Children: Redux by apotheosis_avaritia

Phoenix Down by Imp_y

regular boy: daniel wayne by diamondrozie

TWINcognito mode by nerdpoe

Gravity Falls

Blood bath by RoboticSpaceCase (18+)  

Faking it by BurnerAccount

Hunter x Hunter

Once bitten x Twice shy by korns

Song for the Yellowed Woods by Grandoverlord (possibly discontinued)

Legend of Zelda

A Hero’s spirit by SilvermistAnimeLover 

Language of Monsters by Laufskadus (Possibly discontinued)

sewn back together wrong by ballroomnotoriety

Linked Universe 

Alone we fight by SilvermistAnimeLover

Bush Ghost by Tricksterburd

Degrees of Resurrection by Gintrinsic

Creation (Both Haunted and Holy) by GhostPlasma

In a mockery of recollection series by Depths

Let's not and say we did by sincerelyMystic (Possibly discontinued)

Scales, Wings, and Mythical Things by FantomoDrako

Year of the Rabbit by BlindBrilliance

Naruto

Flip the coin/Face the change by Inrainbowz

Time travel? What the fuck? by Dragonpyre

One Piece

(Ir)Responsible by oumriel (Possibly discontinued)

(Two) small mercies by fingersfallingupwards

Burning rubber series by Kitsune foxfire (Possibly discontinued)

Feral by Kitsune foxfire

Near death experiences by Monch_Monch

Switching it up by kitsune-foxfire

Take the world by storm by Geokat

Turning myself into my brother by artistic_arsonist

Young but built to fall by Fingers-falling-upwards [possibly discontinued].

Supernatural

A spanner in the clockworks by All_five_pieces_of_exodia

ache in the rain (and remember the wounds) by Scribblurri

Auribus Teneo Lupum by Unknown (possibly disccontinued)

Ben has two dads by regala_electra (18+)

Brothers blood series by diana_lucifera, stormageddon (Fave to re-read. Possibly discontinued)

Delicate broken bird by Sparrowshellcat

Consequentiality by Kerfluffling (18+)

Fortress by glasslogic (18+. Amazing worldbuilding. Possibly discontinued.)

Memory is a fickle siren song by sleepypercy (18+)

The Time Dean was Sam's Girlfriend and Jess Entered the Winchester Family Business, and Something unpredictable (but in the end it’s right) by fleshflutter and  phoenixflight for fleshflutter  (in the same section since 1 is a sequel done by a separate author and isn’t a series. 18+) 

I want to make it clear that regardless of whether a work is finished or not, there is no shade or shame at all from my side. It's been an absolute pleasure to read any of these works, and the authors owe me nothing.

#fanfic list #intro #my fave fanfics

[mamamittens]

The problem with having an OC with wings (giant mostly white wings at that) and shipping them with a dude who canonically dies (or two dudes who canonically die if I go with the admittedly very fun new plot idea I've had) is that ANY new cute pic of them I draw has an undercurrent of "this is the afterlife".

I've made some grave miscalculations but I'm not changing a damn thing.

It's funny as hell too, so there's that.

Does not help my case if they're putting flowers in their hair in a green field on a sunny day...

#oc problems #tried putting her in a kimono like she's borrowing it from Izou but IT DIDNT HELP THE AFTERLIFE ALLEGATIONS #one piece #one piece thatch #one piece izou #funniest accident 8+ hours in the making #didnt hit until i was done what it looked like i swear 😭😭😭

[indig0trolls]

I've made a grave miscalculation

#newt ooc #guy who forgot to eat like actual real food before setting out to do something laborious #and now lacks the capacity to make real food when he needs it #I'm in hell

[strings0fcontrol]

Just a weird lil observation undeserving of tags

I just realized that I spat out roughly 40k words (+/- 38k are published, the rest are still all over my notes. It might even be way more than 40k) in less than a week, including a plot. I was doing this casually. I didn't plan a plot. I'm just writing down whatever weird lil scenes my autistic brain is sewing together in real time. I've watched Hannibal once. About a month ago. I've been roleplaying (primarily) Hannibal since. Sometimes Will. All of this is from memory. And the few snippets I picked up along the way in interviews. (What I'm trying to do is rewatch the show, scene by scene & really take it apart, but I'm currently struggling with that since I gravely miscalculated, fucked it up & realized I don't have a Blu-ray device for the CDs. So, I first need to get that sorted out. Hannibal, on Netflix, isn't available in Germany, so you can see my problem here.)

Now, my autistic half is relatively manageable, it's quite similar to Will's manifestation & after my formal diagnosis, I've gotten a very good grip on managing my triggers & generally, staying in control of them. Most of the time.

On the other hand, my ADHD is a dominant infernal disaster dumpster hellscape of problems, always taking detours through the wild lands of distraction. We have a love/hate relationship. I'm (usually) highly medicated just to function bc I have the attention span of a fruit fly, I'm severely traumatized & my energy levels hover in the negative realm. The meds are fucking up my liver, so I haven’t been taking them over the semester break/pause, whatever it's called in English, which means I'm usually completely & utterly useless in that state. Strong executive paralysis. So, the fact that in my unmedicated state, I've managed to vomit out roughly 40k words of a novel in less than a week is an incredible milestone. I'm not even sure if the story is good. I'll have to rework it on a couple of corners. This is also just phase one, since I'm now, once I rewatch the show, going into phase two, where shit will really go wild & the actual story begins. I didn't even think I'd make it past the first chapter. I was sweating to make it to 6, I was crying when I reached 10 & I nearly fainted when I made it all the way to 14. And, once again, I'm so very glad that Hannibal has touched my little world, bc not only do I love that show, the books, the movies, everything, it's pulled me out of my depression & given me something to be happy about, bc those (almost) 40k words mean I shouldn't give up on myself just yet. I'm not a complete disaster. There's still untapped potential. There's still energy. I can feel the fire in my soul again, I feel alive again, I'm curious again, I'm feeling joy again & so much more. I'm very grateful for that little revelation. So, my sincerest thanks to the universe & to everyone involved in the show, movies & books.

Danke. I'm feeling my spark again, thanks to you. It's been dead for nearly 15 years. And. I want my future self to look at this when the insecurity strikes again. Believe in yourself, child. Believe.

[yzeltia]

Wolgraha Week

Day 3: Crystal Characters: G'raha Tia, Krile Baldesion, @mintibunny 's Minti Chocolate, Keith Summers Rating: Teen Notes: Thank you Minti for letting me borrow blorobos! It's been super cute seeing them together~

"Yeah, that wasn't very heroic."

Hours had passed since Keith had left G'raha to go take care of some errands, leaving the Miqo'te in silence. If it hadn't been for Krile and Minti stumbling into the annex giggling together, he might have remained for the night.

"Raha," Krile called out through the dimly lit room, "What are you doing in here?"

"I believe I've made a grave error in judgment," he said, staring at the wall ahead of him.

Krile tilted her head and crossed her arms as she stared at the Miqo'te. 

"Minti, perhaps you could wait in my chambers," she asked, reaching up to lightly kiss the back of her girlfriend's hand.

Minti smiled then gave G'raha a little wave before leaving the Lalafell to pull over a chair and climb into it and look up into the dejected expression of the Tia, "Alright. What have you done now? Pray, it isn't angering the Archon again is it?"

"No. A miscalculation of great proportions. As I have grown closer with Keith, I thought I might tell him of my time on the First. All of it. Needless to say he was disappointed in what I'd done to our fellow Scions."

"Did he actually say that?"

G'raha looked up as Krile rested her palms on his knees and looked up into his eyes concerned. 

"Well, no. He did not say that expressly. Somewhere around the end though he had this look. He wouldn't meet my gaze. I suppose I thought he might share Y'zel's outlook. That what I had done was a bit romantic. But no, he saw me as a hero worshiping fool."

Krile was taken aback, recoiling even as she shook her head.

"I cannot believe our sweet Keith would say that either."

"He didn't."

"Raha, there is a pattern here. Did he even say anything at all?"

"Yes. That my actions were not that of a hero's."

The Lalafell sighed then sank back into her chair as she looked to her friend.

“And how is that inaccurate exactly? I believe you are projecting some of your internalized guilt onto your partner. Do not twist his words to punish yourself. Let him be disappointed if he is. The Scholar knows I was sore at you for a time.”

“Really?”

“Yes, I had to watch my friends fall one-by-one. When I learned it was at your hand I was frustrated with you. Even if in the end it all worked out, the hurt it caused cannot be overlooked. And you made one bad decision after another in the wake of it all. I am uncertain what you hoped to accomplish by telling Keith; however, I don’t believe you fully expected to emerge from that conversation unscathed,” Krile said before closing her eyes, “You were testing him to see if he could love what you don’t love about yourself.”

G’raha lowered his ears, letting them flutter as he absorbed what his dear friend said. “Perhaps I was, in the end, seeing if he’d accept me for all my faults.”

“Your many many faults,” Krile teased before hopping up to stand on her chair to give the Miqo’te a pat between the ears sarcastically adding, “And he only said one objectively true thing about it. Why, I think he might love you Raha.”

The Scion flushed then turned away, “I can see where I might have exaggerated his meaning a little.”

“Yes, just a little. Now, since I’ve broken you out of your dismal mood, I shall be attending to my own partner. I suggest you find yours and assuage the rest of your self-pity. I’m sure he’s been missing you.”

“Missing me. I’ve only been in here-” G’raha started before glancing at a chronometer, “Most of the day it seems. Yes, I think looking in on him might help to settle my nerves. Thank you, Krile.”

The Miqo’te wiggled his ears toward his friend before parting her company, letting himself into Keith’s chambers with a small knock. Not finding him there, he frowned then moved to his own, surprised to find the Hyur laying across his bed in his smalls, flipping through a Wolfman comic.

“Keith,” G’raha called out, face flushed at the sight.

“There you are! Guess your research got the better of you. I went to check on you earlier but you seemed to be transfixed on one of the charts on the wall and I didn’t want to interrupt. Did you eat? I can go get some of my leftovers,” Keith offered, setting the comic down to sit up.

The Miqo’te blinked, ear giving a little twitch as he looked on, “I did lose track of time. If you’ve got something to spare I could use something to eat though I must ask…um…why are you in here?”

Keith looked around, “Ah. Well, I Krile had me running around chasing some rabbits that had gotten into some flowers she was studying out in Labrinthos. I ended up all muddy and needed to shower and by that time it was late so I made dinner and ate it before coming in here to see if you were back yet. Then this Elezen courier showed up with this comic book stack and kind of got lost in it. I suppose on some level too I must be comfortable here with you, we usually end up in one of our beds together. It didn’t really strike me as taking over your space..”

The Hyur rubbed the back of his head as he stood up to get the offered food while G’raha moved to check the stack in question, unfolding the letter left with them.

“G’raha. I thought you might think this hero is really cool despite the propaganda. Yes I know what propaganda is. I really do. My girlfriend taught me the word. I’m going to rip off your pom pom one of these days. Just write the note for me and don’t add all the rest of what I said for once. Dictated by U’rahn Nuhn, Post Moogle Deliveries. Yes, we’ve confirmed that he really is a Nuhn,” the Miqo’te read aloud before sighing and putting the paper down to look back at Keith as he returned with a warm plate of curry.

“Keith, I don’t mind you being in here or waiting for me,” G’raha said, ears perking up as he inhaled the spices emanating off the plate, “Especially it means room service. I was more surprised that you were at all given how we left things.”

“How we left things? What did I miss,” Keith asked, handing the plate over.

“When we talked earlier, about my past. When you left, you seemed rather displeased with me,” G’raha answered, sitting down with his meal.

“Well, yeah. It’s kind of hard to hear your friend did something bad to your other friends, but I also know it’s harder to have to admit it. Did I seem that put off? I guess I was kinda…,” the Hyur trailed, giving it a bit more thought.

“You said it wasn’t heroic of me. That stuck with me for most of the day.”

“Really? I hope you didn’t give it too much thought,” Keith said, watching G’raha fumble with his utensils, “It certainly wasn’t the best moment for you, but I’m glad you felt safe enough to tell me. That was definitely brave. And now that you’re here with me and plenty of opportunities to be heroes lay ahead of us!”

Keith looked to G’raha expectantly, the Miqo’te simply staring at his food before springing up, ears perked high. He embraced the other, swallowing as tears beaded up in his eyes.

“Raha!? What is it? Did I make the curry too spicy? I didn’t even see you take a bite out yet-” Keith started before being silenced with a kiss.

The Hyur closed his eyes and embraced G’raha, holding him close as the Scion deepened their kiss. A whimper escaped him as a fang caught his lip, followed by a strained pant as they parted. Wantonly, the Miqo’te rubbed into Keith, making him begin to stir. Flustered, the latter stepped away, hand lowering to hide in shift in his smalls.

“You should eat, Raha. Otherwise we’ll end up, y’know…And your food will get cold.”

#krile baldesion #final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #final fantasy 14 #ff14 #ffxiv oc #ff xiv #ffxiv miqo'te #keith summers #wol x g'raha tia #g'raha/wol #g'raha tia #wolgraha week #wolgrahaweek #wolgraha week 2023 #wolgrahaweek2023 #wolgraha

[yourmoonmomma]

"have you ever loved a lyric so much that when you hear it feels like your heart is trying to burst out of your body"

don't be shy, tell us 😳

I'll live on and carry your name / And be what you always thought I could be / I hope we meet at the end / But I'll never forgive the world for taking my best friend Bring Me Home - Whitechapel

Tell me, would you pack up all your bags, stay true to north? / You're the only one I'd do this for Red Desert - 5 Seconds of Summer

I've made a grave mistake / True love miscalculated / My nightmare turns to day / I can still feel you in my space / Why did you / How could you WDWGILY - SYML

Her mind's made up, the girl is gone / And now I'm forced to see / I think I'm on my way / Oh, it hurts to live today / Oh, and she says / "Don't you wish you were dead like me?" Santa Monica - Theory of a Deadman

You got good aim for a bitch, babe / If it were me, I'd do the same On the Run - WRENN

#anon #abt me #and many many more

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

*in the style of If You Give a Mouse a Cookie* If you give a gifmaker a song lyric...

#fandom #I've made a grave miscalculation

[goodlesson]

actually dying at me having everything related to football blacklisted so instead of charles pics my whole dash is just “blocked because it contains the word ___” ☠️

#i've made a grave miscalculation #peyton speaks

[cryptiduniverse]

sometimes growing up in a rural southern town at the onset of a supernatural apocalypse is better because people are too busy waiting for the world to end to notice that you sometimes bring dead birds back to life while collecting bones. 

#don't come at me with the anatomy i know it's bad #i see something vaguely birdlike and i'm like yeah that's good #unless i've gravely miscalculated and someone who sees this has a burning passion for bird skeletal anatomy and i've ruined their day #doubtful though! anyway #young bex was a force to be reckoned with #was she born with it? did she happen to be standing in the right place when a dimension glitched and gave her an unusual spiritual gift? #is it just the norm in a southern gothic town and best not to mention? who knows #also birds .... doctor ........... plague doctor mask??? anyone? there is a connection to be made there i don't know if i was successful #also the skull looks kind of like a halo? hahahaha i am NAILING this religious imagery #idk what i was going for here really i still haven't tied this into the plot but it looks cool #art #artists on tumblr #my art #oc #oc art #character design #drawing #digital art #illustration #southern gothic #gothic #tw dead animal #i listened to 8 by sleeping at last on repeat the whole time i was drawing this because there's ONE line about bones #and i was like yeah that fits. aesthetique. #the lyrics don't fit this particular drawing really HOWEVER you should go listen to it it's a good song #also all the other number songs by sleeping at last they're about the enneagram and i'm a type 5 and i like the 5 song #7 is also really good!!! #this has nothing to do with the drawing if you're still reading the tags hi go listen to sleeping at last #os: la

[titisorriso]

Wild Skies- Chapter 2/First Flight

Days passed. The two never exchanging more than four words per day. Astrid would eat, walk around the cabin under the supervision of Hiccup, strech, and then sleep. The woman had miscalculated how badly she was injured, feeling the side effects of both the sudden heat change from a burning ship to a freezing sea and the multiple bruises she got when flailed around the deck of her ship. Hiccup even was so bold to offer making her a cane, something that she proudly refused, making the rider a bit self concious with the words that followed it:

"I don't need a cane. I'm not half a viking."

She later realized the weight of her words, but never apologized. He was her enemy, why would she be careful with her words when around him?... But that did make her curious. After all this time observing the rider and his dragon, she noticed their matching "missing" parts. Astrid never considered herself a curious person, afterall, curiosity got people killed in the battlefield, but gods help her, she was dying to know about that leg. A good viking loves a good story, and good stories always had scars, scars made powerful people, and although she never would dare to say it outloud, the Stutter was an important piece on this war against the dragons. One day, the rider was once more preparing dinner, Astrid observing from what felt more like her bed after all this time. The rider whistled through his mask, dancing to the tune as the dragon mimicked him, it was almost charming. He finished frying a hefty piece of meat and eggs, putting them on a plate and giving them to Astrid. He had stopped using his helmet all the time, leaving the upper part of his face completely uncovered, from the wild brown hair, to the emerald green eyes. As she took the plate, she stared deep into them, trying to get some sort of reaction, preferrably fear. The man stared back for a few moments and then went back to make his food, unaffected. She took this as an opportunity:

- ... You never seem scared of me... Is there a reason for that?

He half-mindedly answered:

- I mean, you aren't really the scariest sight.

- Some men have described looking at me as if they were looking at death.

Hiccup laughed, not mocking her, but finding the comparison funny:

- People seem to describe a lot of things as "death". Isn't Toothless the son of lightning and death itself?

Hiccup pointed at the dragon, who currently laid with his belly turned to the window as to get the sun all over himself. Astrid had to admit, it was a pathetic sight. The warrior couldn't get distracted, she redirected the conversation:

- Well, maybe you're not afraid of death because you've seen it before.

Hiccup finished his food, sitting at his work table, wich seemed even messier than Astrid remembered.

- Death?... I suppose i've had some close encounters.

The valkyrie cut to the chase:

- Is that how you lost your leg?

The dragon lifted his head, as if understanding where the topic was leading. He turned to approach the rider and laid his head on his shoulder, as if to give comfort and apologize. Hiccup patted the dragon, smiling as he turned to face Astrid:

- In a way, i guess so. I wouldn't say i was ever close to death since i had my buddy with me... But it was quite a sight.

Astrid inched closer, excited for the story that was to come:

- Well... What happened?

Hiccup giggled, the woman looking more like a normal person rather than a "fearsome viking". He started:

- Well, me and Toothless had just left--

He suddenly stopped, both his head and Toothless's turning towards the door, as if synchronized. He got up, putting more of his armor, downing his cape and grabbing his sword. The mood turned tense, Astrid stayed silent, not knowing what was happening. Hiccup approached the door, opening it and looking outside, Toothless following him. Looking from one side to the other, he finally turned to Astrid, saying in a grave tone:

- Stay here.

And just like that, he mounted Toothless and flew away. You see, Astrid liked to consider herself a stealthy person, always being fond of a good surprise attack. In fact, she had been planning a way to kill that dragon every single day that passed, even going so far as to faking a back injury so the two of them would think her incapable of walking. Astrid had been waiting for a way to walk without being guarded by the Stutter, and the opportunity had just presented itself. Quickly getting up, the woman carefully looked outside, turning her head to the skies once she saw the surrounding area empty. The small lake in front of the cabin was completely still, the forest had only the sound of birds and night critters, the skies were still and full of clouds... Why did they leave? She might not be on her best form, having skipped some training to rest, but she shouldn't be that rusty as to not notice some threat. She walked outside, taking one last look around her... And bolting towards the forest. Astrid knew nothing about this place, she didn't know wich island it was, where it was or if it even had anyone besides the rider here, but better out of the watchfull eye of the Stutter than at his will. The trees were tall and green, the winter still being far from the arquipelago, the ground was fluffy, having rained the previous night. She breathed heavily but coordinated, measuring every step and making sure she got as far away as possible. Hearing something, she slowed her step, the cold, dark night not helping her much. She crouched behind some bushes, seeing a shore on the farther side of the island through the trees. Docking on the beach were ships... Flying Berk colors. Her heart fluttered, they came to save her, they knew she was still alive. She got up, ready to run towards them, her steps flowing with the wind as she dodged every fallen branch and muddy slide. She was so close, almost there, almost back home!

She was suddenly pushed to the ground, a silhouette grabbing her wrists and pinning her down, she struggled about to yell and fight when she felt a knife grazing her stomach... Her vision cleared.

Pirates. Using Berk's colors, but clearly no vikings.

She was dragged to her feet, letting the sailors do quick work of tying her arms, an knife still trained to her vital points. A sickly voice was heard through the darkness, as a plague inflicted sailor spoke, a bit sad:

- Guess the captain was right... There are people here.

Another sailor, with a gruffer voice, answered:

- Who gives a damn! Our main target is the Stutter. If there are more people, the only thing they're good for is bait.

A scratch could be heard as an torch was lit, the old pirate approached the flames to Astrid's face, squinting with the sudden change of lighting:

- Wait... You look familiar...

A third sailor pushed the torch away:

- Get that stuff off mah face! I'm tryin' to keep her quiet over here!

Astrid didn't speak a word, analyzing the situation. Soon, the gruff soldier pushed her foward, her arms struggling against the rope. The three bantered around as they brought her to one of the ships, not directing a word to her or giving any instructions. She got brought to the deck, tied tightly against the mast as more pirates appeared. Seeing that they were all waiting for someone, she took the courage to ask:

- Hey, what do you intend to do with me?

All the sailors looked at eachother, confused and clearly without answers. The older one spoke softly, as if speaking to a child:

- You see, you weren't really part of the plan. We came here because we had heard it's where the Night Stutter hides. We grabbed you thinking you were him! But since you aren't, i guess you're at the captain's mercy.

Astrid remained silent. She refused, she couldn't admit Stutter was right. So what he told her to stay put? She had gotten out of worse situations before... Of course, in those situations she had weapons... And backup... And less of a broken body... As of now, there was no opening, no chance for her to get out or do something, all she could do... Was wait. So she did, until the captain came, burly and angry. The sailors asked a thousand questions, giving reports and speaking about how the "berk bait" didn't work, Astrid wondered what that meant. Finally, one of the sailors asked:

-What do we do with her?

The battered captain with an angry look spoke briefly:

- We'll sell her in the markets or something, who cares! The Stutter wasn't here. It means that DAMNED MERCHANT lied to me!! LET'S SAIL BACK!! THIS WAS A LOST CAUSE!!

Astrid was starting to panick. She was surrounded by sailors, hurt, alone, no weapons and being taken to be sold to someone. She needed a plan, and she needed it fast. Scanning the crowd of sailors, she spotted the old man, his face mournfull and guilty. As discretly as she could, she whispered:

- Hey, you!... Can you come here for a second?

The man noticed her, and looking around, he approached trying not to raise suspicion. He spoke softly:

- Do you need anything? Are the ropes too tight?

Astrid put her best lost girl face on. Sharpening her voice and going into a higher pitch, she put her whole heart into the performance worthy of an award:

- Are they... Are they seriously going to sell me?...

The old man fell for it completely, his heart clearly hurting as he stared at her:

- I'm sorry, dearie... I wish there was something i could do, but... This is just how life goes sometimes.

- Please, mister! Anything could help! I'll get out of these ropes and jump into the ocean, you'll never see me again! I just need something to let me loose!

The man looked around once more, noise and screaming as they got further into the ocean and farther from the shore. He grabbed a small shiv from his pocket, and slipping it into Astrid's hands, he backed away, leaving her to do what she had to. Astrid observed how the sailors were positioned, tracing the best escape route. Slowly, she started cutting the ropes, getting ready for her big escape.

GRROOOOOWWWWLLL!!

A huge roar was heard, everyone staying completely still. The captain walked onto the deck, staring at the sky as he pulled his sword. Everyone was looking up, a sense of dread only those who lived in the arquipelago knew. Astrid finished cutting the ropes, but stayed still, waiting for what was inevitable. One more growl and suddenly everyone pulled their weapons, watching the skies with a terrified feeling. One sailor spoke, barely getting the words out:

- Can... Can anyone see anything?!

No answer. Another sailor spoke:

- Be mindfull, boys!... If this is the night fury... May the gods help us.

The captain observed impatient, stepping around and breathing heavily. He seemed to finally lose his cool as he screamed into the skies to the displeasure of his crew:

- NIGHT STUTTER!!! COME FINISH WHAT YOU STARTED!! DON'T BE A COWARD!!! COME FACE ME!!!

A slowly booming sound, a sound that got louder and louder, piercing the ears of those who heard it. Astrid knew that sound well, wings cutting the sky, the wind refusing to make way, and the unstoppable result of it.

It couldn't even be seen, as a huge blast of purple energy exploded part of the deck, suddenly everyone was moving, sailors screaming, the sounds of a battle about to start, the terrified movement of people who didn't want to die. Astrid stopped pretending to still be tied up, running across the deck right as another blast struck, shaking the ship and blocking her path. There was no way that wasn't intentional. She looked to the skies, the blurry figure hidden by the night, soon he came down to strike another ship, soon one by one, the sailors started to abandon their transports. Astrid was still in the only one who was willing to fight the beast, the captain and some of the sailors readying ballistas and shooting arrows into the nothingness of the night. She ran towards another railing, only for that one to be blasted too, getting a bit too close to her face. This didn't make any sense, was he toying with her? Did he change his mind about saving her? Did he think she was working with them? Whatever was the reason, it was enough to get the warrior pissed. Running towards a loaded ballista, she took it off the sailors hands, and with incredible skill, aimed it at the moving figure. With one swift motion, the rider dodged it as the arrow flew past, and started to fly towards her, another blast ready to take the ship down once and for all. Astrid heard the old man:

- RUN, LASS!! THIS IS A LOST BATTLE!!

The sailors and captain jumped into the water, but Astrid stayed, staring down the beast and the rider as they approached with formidable speed. Astrid wasn't scared of dying, and it's only fair that the person that saved her kills her.

She didn't close her eyes, and as Hiccup noticed she wasn't moving, she could hear the rider swear:

- Shit!!

He swerved his dragon, making Toothless blast a giant hole in the ship, and grabbing Astrid by the waist and flying upwards with her.

Her head twirled, feeling nauseous and lost with the sudden movement. As if she had passed out with her eyes open, she came back to herself, noticing that the rider was bringing her high. Very, very high!!!

Astrid started yelling and flailing, something instinctual in her viking blood that made her panic in high places. Hiccup tried hugging her tighter, only to almost get shived in the neck:

- SWEET THOR!!

He tossed her around, the girl feeling his grip loosen and hugging him in response:

- PLEASE DON'T LET ME FALL, PLEASE, I'LL DO WHATEVER YOU WAAAAAAAAAHHH!!

Toothless started doing barrel rolls in the sky, soaring already high above the clouds, Hiccup chastized him:

- TOOTHLESS, THAT'S ENOUGH!

The dragon suddenly stopped, grunting in response as if to say "you're no fun". Astrid noticed the sudden stabilization. Still hugging Hiccup's back tight, she slowly opened her eyes.

The sky was the darkest, deepest blue she had ever seen. The clouds around her wich looked giant from the ground, feeling like a light mist from above. Her breathing normalized, butterflies filling her stomach as she took in the danger of the situation, but couldn't help finding it beautiful. She let go of the rider, who blushed profusely with the uncharacteristic contact. Hiccup hadn't hugged somebody in years, sure his mother always hugged him when she came around, but those moments were very rare. Astrid's touch made his head spin and his breathing stop. He tried focusing on the ride to distract himself.

They stayed silent, flying calmly above the clouds and watching colors fill the sky once in a while. Astrid was still uncomfortable, adjusting herself oddly to the saddle. Finally, she asked, a calm tone Hiccup didn't expect to hear:

- ... Were you planning on killing me.

Hiccup couldn't lie:

-... Yes.

- Is... Is there a reason for it? Besides you hating me, that is.

He sighed:

- I don't hate you. Those feelings don't bring anything productive... I just couldn't let you tell people about that island.

Astrid felt that curiosity once again, the same one that got her in trouble in the first place:

- Why?

- There are... Dragons in that island that can't be hunted. They are rare, unique, it's important to keep them safe.

Astrid frowned:

- You would kill me to... Protect these beats?

- I thought we've been over this. Yes, i would.

They continued in silence. An akward feeling rising inside their chests. Astrid looked at the shiv, one swing and the Stutter is gone. She slowly positioned the blade in her palm, getting surprised by hearing his voice ask:

- Why did you run?... I know you want to leave but... What was your plan, exactly? You would just wait, maybe make a boat or something?

Astrid was embarrased, some heat going to her cheeks, she was thankful the night hid her face. She answered by changing the subject:

- What about you?! If you don't plan on letting me go, why help me in the first place?!

- I...! I didn't think it through, okay?!... I saw your ships, and i wanted to help.

Astrid got interested, tucking the shiv in her sleeve:

- ... Why did the pirates think they could lure you out with Berk's colors? What is your relationship with Berk?

Hiccup went stiff, his grip on the saddle tightening. Turning Toothless around suddenly, Astrid grabbed him again, feeling that calm from before disappear. Hiccup only said:

- Ride's over. Let's get you home so you can finish healing.

And so they went. Back to the cabin.

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Hey! Hope you guys enjoyed this one, took a little break recently because of burnout, but i'm slowly getting back together. Thank you for reading!

#fanart #fanfic #how to train your dragon #httyd #fandom #astrid hofferson #wild!astrid #wild!hiccup #wild skies au #hiccup haddock #toothless #dragons

[ask-hws-germanys]

I sense I've made a grave miscalculation, I have made of these before...But I fear I may have just fucked the timeline.

“Mhmhmhmhm... No, you made a great point. I had been so panicked that really cleared my thoughts on the matter.”

“Well...”

“I see three options ahead of me... I’ll have to think very carefully about what I say or do next.”

#hetalia #hws germanys #midsommer

[kinglazrus]

Me: I'll just do a quick read through of the Survivalists and do some edits, it'll only take a few days

Me, five days later, still on chapter two: I've made a grave miscalculation

#I'm doing so much rewriting to fix the grammar and sentence structure #No actual changes to plot though #I'm also writing down all the little plot points I tossed in along the way to make sure I actually resolve all of them #there's a few I haven't addressed since they were first mentioned #rip me

[hazystroll]

So I've been listening to Rain covered by Mafumafu (which is originally sang by Sekai no Owari) and am aspired to write a songfic bout it (*˘︶˘*).｡*♡

do note that this'll be a miscellaneous pairing but let's see if I could note down what I had in mind whilst writing this at the end of the post!

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幸せなような　涙が出そうな

This is just like happiness but feels like my tears is flowing out

この気持ちはなんて言うんだろう

I wonder, what is this feeling?

ファフロツキーズの夢を見て起きた

(I ask), as I woke from a dream of a rainfall,

涙が頬で乾いていた

with tears that have gotten dry on my cheeks.

"(B)-san, you're spacing up again," said a person sitting across to the called up young male. It's not so often people reprimanded him for sequestering before he himself does. "You're good?"

It felt frustrating to have himself being picked out, he must admit, "Don't mind me, kindly presume." —it hurt the pride a bit.

"But (B)-san, you're shedding tears!"

Beforehand, he never thought how tardy his mind could get him. He thought he'll do better than this. "Hm? Is that so?" checking upon himself, there do exist several scants of salty water on both of his delicate cheeks.

"If you're not feeling pretty well, I think it'll be safe to say that today's study might be enough as it is," the second boy said, slightly leaning towards his opposite side of the table where (B) sat across.

"I wonder if that'll do the day enough," (B) replies him; pinning his arm on one side of his now not-so-damped cheek. "Didn't you ask me for a studying session at the onset?"

"I'll ask you for another day if today's been ill for you."

"Heh, bold of you to assume I have pretty enough time for you," scribble scribble, he started to dance the pen grace atop of the book with several question marks served before him now that he knows his consciousness wouldn't betray him for another time today.

".....you should've had an equestrian private class by this time, didn't you?"

"Then again, I think it's fine to skip a class for once, I always wanted to try it," he eschewed the hindrance, not even sure what to tell to express his storm, as well as almost finishing the equation (A) enquired him while he was spacing out.

The smaller boy falter back to his original seat, having a faint, minuscule clue to comprehend. "Recently you've been abating your tense, does that have any relations to this?"

'What a curious little head', the taller boy muttered to himself. "Are you here to intrude one's seclusion too or what?"

—oh, his bad. It wasn't meant to sound that harsh.

"I was asking nicely, though. If there's anything, at least perhaps I could help."

"You're shamefully certain with that," he paused as he's circling the end of the long formula he's been writing before. "To think that this turned out as a downfall session, I ought to dismiss myself. Take care."

He finished his duty for the queries and stood, walking away with no words aftermath leaving the guilty significance with the deafening hues of the heliac's afternoon grace.

"(B)-san, wait, I—"

Was it too late?

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真っ白な夜に　遠くを走る汽車の影

In the pure white night, the shadow of the train running in the distance,

静寂と僕ら残して過ぎ去っていく

passing by leaving both of us with the silence.

Day to day, life's been making jokes on him recently. Seven of the evening now, and the father has just texted him his chauffeur sir is picking up his whomever-it-is niece?

Surely, a 'You'll do fine going home by yourself, wouldn't you?' has exploit his temper like a cherry on top, but sadly he's worn enough to do any dumb act of expression; even walking sounds more troublesome than ever now. Better serves the old man sire right next time, then.

A railway, of course. The lamp sign isn't broken, right? A train wouldn't suddenly appear from the corner, ready to send him to join the cult of souls, right? Ding dong, ding dong, rest assured, 'he'll be fine', he assured himself.

Has this district always been this quiet? Even footsteps that's changing pace into a running one from a distance could vividly be heard.

Wait, footsteps? who's behind him?

The lone youth peeks his left, seeing nothing before the tap on his right shoulder making him stock still along with a train passing by, unnoticed ahead of time. "(B), I haven't seen you for several days. Is our school ground that spacious?"

The tone he knows become unimaginably low he thought he's in trouble. It's on his right.........right?

They trade each other's gaze few moments until the sound of the echoing train could be faintly be heard ever again, as one of them fell into consideration.

"(A), I swear I'm throwing you just before that train the second time you're doing that."

"Pardon, I just thought I wouldn't catch up on you if weren't to do that."

"Tell your business this instant."

"I don't have any."

"It's late enough to clown around, (A)."

"It's actually nothing but simplicity," the shorter male rummages his bag, smiling a bit as if he's glad the male before him would like to appreciate his presence. "Grandmother made me a few charm, would you like to take one as a gratitude for five days ago?"

"No." —or not. Seems like he's not keenly fond of it yet. "Life will revolves as it is with or without it around me. Why would I?"

Another sound of a train could be heard. The pregnant silence has took a quite moment, now that the long mech has already passed its way already; leaving them with nothing but a deem to each other's scrutiny.

"If you're giving me nothing but that pity worth look, you're wasting my rest time, congratulations." Mercilessly, he whomst been offered a kindness left, again.

"Oh, believe me, I couldn't really care how's the world will do you," the young (A's last name) is catching up again, wouldn't really give a thorough business of the upcoming consequences. "But I'm leaving this heartful omen guardian on that hands of yours, regardless." —but he managed, unlike the other time, it isn't him the one who's get left behind.

And just like that, he merges his steps counterway with no intention of making the slight niggled guy talks back.

Something new within the stance of two silences, huh....?

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逃げ出したいような　心踊るような

it feels like I want to run away, it feels as if my heart is dancing

この気持ちはなんて言うんだろう

I wonder, what's the name of this feeling?

鏡の前で顔を背けたのは

The times when I turn my face away from the mirror,

ずっと昔のことのようで

it already feels like a long, long time ago

'He's messing with my head.'

That (A's last name), is this what they call sorcery of the innocency?

Enough of this. As if he's one worth of importance. Certainly he has greater deeds on his to-do list, and none of them associates with the chants of that young male's surroundings.

Truth unfold, the lingering feeling did felt great; rejuvenating. A wholesome aid after weeks of tyranny he wouldn't even dare to complain for the sake of what he strives until present from his long chronicle.

But that's it, no more going lulled unless he wants to get himself dulled.

"If there's anything I can help, then please let me! You're concerning, to be less said."

Ridiculous. Now his voice rings as if they're crystal clear.

"(B's full name), it's not a joke."

A joke......?

"What are you doing here?"

He thought the class has died minutes ago?

"I'm personally not sure, but it seems like an unfinished notion brought me here today," (A) replies, not tagging his tender trademark along. Why though?

"I recommend you to stop barging into a 'mere friend's businesses. Not everyone is pleased by that, I believe?"

"Do you really think few spits of you generously giving off your time tutoring me just only got us as a stranger?" young (A's last name) asked (B)'s query back. "—what happened to your dignity that only serves only the person of your ought? I'm not being jested around, aren't I?"

Dear Luna, (B's last name) thought it wouldn't be anywhere near this. He miscalculated the impressions.

"Those minor gestures, tone shift? It is as if I'm studying you more than my lessons if they keep on appearing in front of me!"

Is the tricker being tricked? It was never intended to be this grave. Where was the tranquil atmosphere of brief salvation he originally yearned?

"It's a period here, (A). You'll proceed nothing but only vain to feed that forsaken meddling."

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虹が架かる空には雨が降ってたんだ

where the rainbow spreads in the sky

いつか虹が消えてもずっと僕らは空を見上げる

I won't forget, on a rainy day like this, we gazed into the sky together

Then in a sudden, a downpour arrives like a thunder in the midday, coating the radius within with fluids and humidity.

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虹はいずれ消えるけど雨は草木を育てていくんだ

the rainbow will vanish soon, but the rain will keep nurturing the plants

そうだ　次の雨の日のために　傘を探しに行こう

Yes, on the next rainy day let's look for an umbrella together.

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