#Mars = flexing muscles

[nebulanewts]

It is once again time for me to talk about some LL related news bc I want to,,so this popped up on the official channel this morning

Which from what I’ve seen is in fact,actual news for the new vtuber / virtual group! Tbh I thought since we didn’t get any news about it for a while - that it got delayed or even cancelled cndjdj BUT it’s happening and I am hesitantly excited,,so what are our thoughts? Predictions? I think I’ve said mine and wanna know :0c (also I’ve seen someone joke that this is going to be a metaverse thing,,and tbh I really hope not dndjdj)

#love live #love live! #we’ll see how this goes #like this could be fun #and i love how love live is flexing its ‘multimedia’ muscle recently #but also i am Unsure #and neutral about the fact that they already are coming out w/ a new group #while liella is still so new #mars babbling

[jobean12-blog]

Next Door to Love

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader (Neighbor AU)

Word Count: 3,188

Summary: When you made the move to the city you never expected your new neighbor to be so sweet and helpful...or hot.

Author's Note: Because why not! Moving in across the hall from Bucky would be a dream, one I'd like to live out please and ty haha! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy!🥰

Warnings: fun and flirty, teasing and tension, a curse or two or three, Bucky is impatient and cocky in the best way!

Last week

Your tired, fuzzy slipper clad feet drag along the floor as you trudge toward the door across the hall. You’re hoping someone is home. Someone who has sugar. Anyone.

You let out a quick exhale and lift your chin before rapping your knuckles against the wood. A frown starts to mar your forehead when you hear a sleepy mumble come from inside the apartment.

Shit, fuck, shit you woke him up. It’s a guy. Of course it is…because you don’t look like you just rolled off your mattress that still has no bedframe and tripped over twenty-five unopened boxes…etc, etc.

The door swings open revealing said guy…a hot-as-fuck guy. Naked, except for his unbuttoned jeans.

Oh hi neighbor.

Before you can stop it, your gaze instantly drops to the dark trail of hair below his bellybutton, framed by a set of abs that you could dry your laundry on.

You reel yourself in and lift your eyes to his which does nothing to help your declining focus. His hair is perfectly mussed from sleep, his chiseled jaw shadowed with dark stubble and his incredible blue eyes lined by dark lashes.

His hands are planted on either side of the door frame and with every passing second you’re mesmerized by flexing muscles in his chest and arms.

He drags a lazy hand through his unkept hair and smiles. Knowingly. Smugly.

“Can I help you doll?”

“Um…hi. I’m sorry if I woke you…it’s just…I moved in yesterday and haven’t gone shopping yet and I have no sugar. I need my coffee.”

“So you’re my new neighbor,” he croons. “Lucky me.”

You audibly swallow and hold up your coffee cup pleadingly.

“I’ll take care of ya doll.”

With a wink he holds up one long finger.

“Come on in and make yourself comfortable. I’ll be right back with that sugar.”

He spins on his heel and walks toward what you’re guessing is the kitchen and it should be considering your apartments are mirror images of each other.

You step inside and stand by the door to wait. You hear him rummaging around and then hear a crash followed by grumbled curses.

Before you can react the cutest white cat saunters out of the kitchen, looking quite proud with his fluffy tail held high and blue eyes unblinking.

“That’s Alpine,” he yells from the other room. “Don’t let his cuteness fool you. He’s a menace!”

You let your laughter ring out and then kneel down to give Alpine some scratches. The cat instantly warms up to you and presses himself against your leg, purring loudly.

“Ah, of course he likes you.”

You look up at the sound of your neighbors voice and reluctantly give up petting Alpine to take the offering of sugar.

“Thank you….?”

“Bucky,” he finishes for you. “Name’s Bucky.”

“Thanks Bucky,” you say with a smile and then introduce yourself.

You look back down at the cat that is now circling between Bucky’s bare feet. “And Alpine really is cute. I can’t imagine he’s a menace.”

“Just wait until you get to know him,” Bucky says. “Can I get you anything else doll?”

“No. Thank you and again I’m sorry if I woke you.”

“No problem at all. I had a late night at the office and I was just being lazy. If you need anything else just come by. Anytime.”

His lips turn up in a boyish grin and he winks again.

You can feel his eyes on you as you turn and walk out into the hall and toward your apartment. Just as you push your door open you look over your shoulder and catch him staring, his teeth dug deep into his bottom lip.

The knock at your door startles you from your unpacking trance and from your spot on the floor, surrounded by open boxes and a mess of things, you ask, “who is it?”

“It’s Bucky…and I have food.”

Your smile is impossible to hide and you shout back, “come in!”

Bucky appears in the doorway with a pizza box.

“Hiya doll face,” he chimes. “I figured you’d need some fuel.”

You drag yourself out of the mess on the floor and hop up onto the edge of the counter.

“Thanks Bucky. I really appreciate it, but you’re spoiling me. What is it now…the third time this week you’re feeding me?”

He hands you a slice and then stands there, watching while you take a bite.

“And why not? You need to eat and I love to eat, might as well do it together!”

You laugh through your bite. “Then what motivated you to help with my furniture?”

He shrugs and grabs a slice of pizza, shoving half into his mouth before he answers.

“Perfect opportunity to show off my muscles.”

He waggles his brows suggestively and flexes a bicep.

“Double win for me,” you admit, licking your lips. “How will I ever repay you.”

He remains quiet for several moments while he studies you then asks, “how about a real dinner?”

“Pizza is the realest dinner there is!” you state with a mouthful.

“Let me take you out. For something other than pizza.”  

“Are you asking me on a date?”

“Would you say yes if I were?”

Your legs swing back and forth at the knee as you finish your bite and then place your slice of pizza down. You reach over the box and grab the marker you left out on the counter, placing it between your lips.

Watching him from under your lashes, you take his arm and roll up the sleeve of his Henley and when your fingertips make contact with the sensitive skin on his underside of his forearm you can feel his muscles tighten.

Your mouth curves around the marker at his reaction and you pluck it from between your lips and start writing on his skin.

“Now you’ve got my number. Text me and we’ll pick a date for our date.”

“Thank you,” he says, leaning in close and dropping his eyes to your mouth.

Your lips part with your small gasp of air and when his thumb lifts to brush along the corner of your mouth you let out a rush of air.

“Sauce,” he states before he licks his finger clean, his gaze locked on yours.

You nod as he steps back and pulls out his phone to dial your number on his arm. Your phone rings and he says, “and now you’ve got mine.”

You spend the rest of your weekend unpacking and doing errands, running into Bucky only once in a frantic rush of laundry. He offers to help but you know if you let him you’ll become distracted and never get anything done. The two of you text back and forth, deciding on Saturday for your official date. No pizza involved.

The next morning you get another text from him.

“Morning doll face. Don’t forget an umbrella. Gonna rain later today.”

“Are you the weather man now?” you message back, smiling at your phone.

“Nah. Just a friendly neighbor.”

“Did you tell everyone in the building about the rain and remind them to bring an umbrella.”

“Just you…”

“Thanks, but I’m already half way to work sans umbrella.”

“Damn it. I knew I should have texted earlier. Now if you get caught in the rain it’ll be all my fault.”

“Hardly! I should have checked the weather. Can’t rely on you for everything can I?”

He sends a wink face.

“Is it Saturday yet?”

“Still only Monday morning. What’s Saturday?”

“Don’t tease me doll. I’ve been looking forward to this date since you showed up at my door lookin’ for sugar.”

“Have a good day Bucky.”

“You too doll…stay dry.”

You’re only two blocks from your apartment building when the sky opens up and the rain comes down in buckets. By the time you reach the doors you’re soaked through and cursing at yourself for forgetting an umbrella.

The door attendant lets you in with a sympathetic smile and as you’re sloshing past him and toward the elevator you hear Bucky’s voice.

“Oh doll. Look at you.”

He tugs his mail from the box and slams it shut, rushing toward you and taking your arm.

“Soaked,” you say sadly.

“I can see that,” he muses with a twitch of his perfect lips. “Come on, let’s get you upstairs and dry.”

The elevator doors open and you step inside with a shiver. He immediately starts to pull your jacket from your shoulders.

“What are you doing?” you ask without stopping him.

“You have to get out of this jacket. I’m sure your shirt is….”

He stops speaking when his eyes catch sight of your white button down, soaked through so that you can see the lace of your bra outlined against the fabric.

“Fuck,” he mutters, dragging his eyes back to your face. “Here.”

He shrugs off his damp jacket and then takes off his suit jacket and drapes it over your shoulders.

“But it’ll get all wet,” you protest.

“Don’t care. You can’t walk out of the elevator like that.”

His jaw is set in a hard line as his fingers work over the scruff that lines it. The elevator dings at your floor and he takes your hand, leading you out and checking the hallway.

“Why are you looking around like that?” you ask.

He turns back to you and tugs you closer. “I don’t wanna anyone seeing you.”

“Why not?”

“Because then I’ll have to kill them,” he states.

“Someone is acting a little jealous,” you giggle.

“Yeah well…we haven’t even had our first date yet. Can’t have someone looking at what’s about to be mine.”

“Yours,” you breathe out, not even realizing you’re now standing in front of your apartment door.

With shaky fingers you start to remove his suit jacket but before you can he stops you with a hand on your wrist.

“Don’t doll. Just keep it for now.”

“But we’re at the door. I’ll be fine.”

“Yeah, but if you take that off then I have to see you in your wet shirt again. And I’m not sure I’ll be able to control myself if I do.”

“Control yourself how?” you ask in a breathy whisper.

He responds with a pained groan before his mouth meets yours and he has you pressed against the door.

Even though your shirt is soaked through and your skin is cold you can feel the warmth of his body seep into yours. You wrap your arms around his neck to steady yourself and he lifts one hand to cup the back of your neck, tilting your head and deepening the kiss.

Your scrape your nails along his broad shoulders and he moans out your name.

“Fuck, I love having your hands on me.”

The desperation in his voice has you arching into him and you drop your head against the door, giving him access to trail his lips down your neck. Your fingers slide into his hair and tug at the soft strands. He growls into your skin and scrapes his teeth over your pulse point making you gasp his name.

“Oh I like that,” you whisper.

He does it again.

“You’re going to like everything I do to you doll face.”

His lips graze yours and he swallows your whimper, crowding you closer to the door before muttering out a curse and letting you both take a breath.

“Is it Saturday yet?” he asks, still breathless.

“Still Monday,” you answer, feeling just the same.

“Right,” he says, planting his hands on the door above your head and dropping his head forward.

A door down the hall opens and he pauses, straightening his body to hide your own. You both smile at the older lady who walks by with a questioning look.

When Bucky’s eyes return to you they drop to where he spread his jacket open to put his hands on you, your shirt sticking to your wet skin even more now.

He stares before reluctantly dragging his eyes up and taking the sides of the material and pulling them tightly around you.

You tremble.

“Still cold?” he asks, his eyes soft with worry.

“Hardly,” you answer and lean up to kiss the corner of his mouth.

“See you later Bucky.”

“I’m counting on it doll.”

You spend the rest of the week juggling your time between work, texting Bucky and sleeping. You’ve only seen him once since Monday evening and that was for five minutes when he caught you coming home again but this time he had his friend Steve with him and there was no chance for any kissing.

Saturday morning rolls around and you wake up to a text from him.

“It is finally Saturday or am I dreaming?”

“It’s really Saturday!”

“Thank fuck! Can we start our date now?”

“No…I have to do girly things and prepare.”

“What kinds of things….?”

“I’ll see you tonight Buck.”

You can almost hear his groan through the phone.

“I’ll be at your door at 7 sharp.”

Bucky knocks on your apartment door at exactly the same time your phone clock hits 7:00pm. You grin at your best friend Nat before she gets up and walks toward the door.

“Oh girl. He’s hot!” a muffled voice says from the other side.

It isn’t yours so Bucky assumes it’s your friend.

“He’s at least a nine.”

Bucky scoffs, muttering, “a nine?” quietly to himself.

“Hey, I can hear you in there. Are you gonna open the door?” he asks the unknown voice.

The door swings open to reveal a red head who looks him over with two scrutinizing green eyes.

“Hi,” he smiles, holding out his hand. “I’m Bu…”

“Bucky,” she finishes. “I know who you are…question is…do you know who I am?”

“You must be Natasha,” Bucky answers with a smug smile.

“That’s right and I’m a black belt in jiu jitsu so you do anything I don’t like and I will end you.”

Bucky’s eyes light up and he watches Nat as she moves toward the kitchen.

“You almost ready doll face,” he yells, not taking his eyes off Nat in case she goes for a knife.

“I’m right here,” you say.

Bucky turns to find you standing right in front of him. His mouth drops open as his eyes sweep you up and down.

“This is where you say she looks amazing,” Nat admonishes from the kitchen, dangerously close to the knife rack.

However, Bucky’s eyes never leave you and when he steps into your space and wraps you in his arms, pulling you into his chest, you let out a squeal of delight.

“You look fucking gorgeous,” he says, loud enough for Nat to hear, then whispers, only for your ears, “I want to rip this dress off you.”

Your lips spread into a sly smile. “We made the right choice Nat.”

“Of course we did,” she chimes. “Now go. I’ll lock up.”

“I’m so ready,” he says, ushering you toward the door, but not before turning to Nat, still in the kitchen eyeing him warily, and asking, “I’m good with a nine, but just out of curiosity, what did I lose a point for?”

“You’re really gonna make me say it in front of you?” Nat asks.

“I wanna hear it too Nat,” you say, raising an expectant and skeptical brow.

“You didn’t shave.”

He runs the free hand, the one not wrapped around your waist, over his jaw.

“I didn’t get any complaints earlier this week,” Bucky says, eyes now sparkling with mischief.

“He’s right Nat,” you add. “I like it.”

Nat rolls her eyes and shoos you away.

Once you’re safely in the elevator and away from prying eyes Bucky invades your space, plastering you against the cool metal wall and caging you there with his large body.

“It almost killed me to not be kissing you for the past five minutes,” he says against your lips.

When you press into him and slide your body along his it sucks the breath right out of his lungs and fills them with something else. Need.

The kiss pulls a throaty groan from him and his belt buckle digs into your skin, the muscles hidden beneath his clothes, pressing and flexing over the thin material of your dress.

The elevator door dings and begins to slide open, causing you to give his chest a gentle shove.

“You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?” he asks as he lifts a finger and traces your swollen lips.

“That would suck,” you reply. “I kind of like having you as a neighbor.”

After a delicious dinner at a roof top restaurant down town, Bucky walks you along the street, hand in hand, as you listen and laugh to his childhood stories about growing up in Brooklyn.

“Where are we going now?” you ask.

“It’s a surprise,” he says as he twirls you into his side and presses his fingers under your chin to steal a kiss.

As you get closer to your destination the bright lights sparkle and the smell of the ocean is carried on the warm breeze.

“Which bridge is that?” you ask with awe.

“The Brooklyn Bridge,” he tells you and grabs your hand to pull you along. “Come on. I have something to show you.”

When you reach the top of the look out he slides an arm around your waist and pulls your back to his chest.

“This is so beautiful Bucky,” you whisper.

He kisses your cheek and takes your chin between his fingers, turning your face up to his. “I always thought it was the most beautiful thing in the city…but not anymore.”

You’re thankful for his strong arms holding you up and after a sweet kiss you enjoy the view in comfortable silence for a few more minutes but his hands start to wander, soft and sure, and with each passing touch your body aches for more.

His warm breath fans across your neck and his arm moves lower until his hand grasps your hip and he pulls you back to feel the hardness between his legs.

You suck in a breath and fight the urge to move against him.

With a curse he pulls away and grabs your hand, dragging you toward the park under the bridge. The only lights come from the lit-up buildings across the street and when he finds a hidden spot he backs you against the cold stone but you’re too hot to care.

“Bucky,” you whisper as your hands roam over his broad chest.

His mouth brushes yours before he gently nips at your bottom lip.

“I can’t even keep my fucking hands off you long enough to bring you home,” he murmurs.

His fingers find the hem of your dress and he slides them under, slowly teasing the fabric higher until his hand brushes over the wetness on your panties.

“Please, Bucky,” you pant.

“Fuck, I love hearing you say my name like that,” he growls. “I need to get you home so I can hear you scream it for me.”

@hiddles-rose @littleseasiren @randomfandompenguin @blackwidownat2814 @goldylions @buckysdollforlife @lizette50

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[loveemagicpeace]

🎸Mars Energy🎸

⚡️Mars is a powerful figure in mythology. Mars on me represents the principle factor, the energy we need to make us encourages to action. It gets us out of bed every morning and helps us achieve our goals throughout the day. It is also our representation of masculinity, as Venus is our representation of femininity. Both men and women need a well-functioning Mars to feel that we are powerful and that we have life in our hands. Mars needs challenges, and not just in battle or dispute, but also in physical activities, such as competitive games and sports or any field, at with which we can flex our muscles and compete with others to win. Like Venus, Mars is also associated with the sexual attraction and sexual relations, and both planets they reveal us approach to sexuality and courtship. In this, Mars especially delights in pursuit and conquest.

⚡️Unlike Venus, it is not relationship-oriented and can lose interest as soon as it conquers an object/person. Unless he runs into competitors then he starts fighting. The energy of Mars indicates how we behave and react. How we compete, how we win someone over and what our charm is. Mars shows how we keep our vibrancy and energy alive. The position of Mars in the chart shows our way of pursuing (the object & person we want). Mars is an indicator of what kind of men, and Venus, what kind of women we get involved with. Although many times relationships are influenced by both.

Mars is known for its lust for dominance, but it can be overbearing and tempting to impose one's will on others. Mars represents our primal passions, inclusive with anger. But Mars can also get you in trouble sometimes. It is important to release our anger. This is very important for our health, because we can get seriously ill if we suppress these energies. Suppressing anger is a matter of course associated with health problems such as stress and depression. The ability to exercise our will and achieve what we want is a talent in itself that we have to learn. After a period of learning from mistakes we start in our thirties and forties after we tend to use Mars more skillfully to our advantage.

🎡Aries Mars is particularly monotonous, spontaneous and quick to act according to his will. It can also catch fire spontaneously,and explosive moments are followed by calm ones, because anger usually does not last long. You have a fiery and strong approach to your desires. Usually when you want something you want to get it by any means. When it comes to competition, you are very competitive and forget about others. You put more emphasis on physical pleasure.

🦋Scorpio Mars has a strong will, but he has more control over the planning and execution of his actions, so he is more precise and efficient. Mars in Scorpio is usually expressed with the words and emotions, and less with fighting. Sexual expression is important for both signs, but Mars in Scorpio loves more emotionally. When it comes to love, he becomes very self-sacrificing. He will do anything for the person he loves. But when he is deceived, he can become your worst enemy. He is intense, passionate, combative and persistent, but his energy only shows when he really feels someone.

🧁Mars in mutable watery Pisces will be rather gentle and passive and will find it difficult to express itself decisively. He may hold back his anger so as not to upset others, and he may act less directly, he may even act like a victim to make others feel guilty and let us get our way. But many times you can make emotional sacrifices for other people or give them too much and then you are disappointed. Mars in Pisces is at its best when alone. You can isolate yourself a lot from other people.

🥨Mars in an earth sign, such as fixed Taurus, can be very calm and slow to respond, but with slow and patient steps he advances towards what he wants. Like a bull, it can be charged with enormous energy and charge at an attacker when angered or threatened. Mars in Taurus can also be very passionate and lustful, which makes him an emperor an exquisite and extremely patient lover.

✨Capricorn mars tends to be very competitive when it comes to business, success, money, reputation. You will want to achieve the biggest and be the best. When it comes to love, they can be quite cold sometimes. Many times they can put the business before the person. Their anger is usually not expressed, many times they keep it inside. Their nature is not so much focused on several things but on only one. It's the same in love - you like to invest in someone who seems stable and worth your time. They are not people who like to go on dates.

☁️Cancer Mars they have a very emotional response to things around them. You can hurt them quickly. They like to invest their time in their family, people close to them. They don't like average relationships. Many times their energy is emotional. Their anger is responsive in many ways but can also change quickly. They are a sign that can quickly forgive (even if it doesn't seem like it at first). They love stalking people. And when they want something, they will go anywhere to get it. They can do some pretty crazy stuff.

🥤Virgo Mars show practicality, decision-making and thinking. They know how to work hard for what they want if their desire is very strong. They put a lot of emphasis on hygiene, health, routine and lifestyle. They tend to dislike people who smoke or have strange habits. Many times they notice little things in people. They devote a lot of energy to staying in good health, but that's precisely why they can get sick. Because they can deal with it too much.

🥊Sagittarius Mars their energy is manifested through the will to live. They are the people who will always make you smile and make you feel that there is only one life and you can make the most of it. Spontaneous people and many times make an impulsive decision, which many times turns out to be good. They laugh a lot and are optimistic. They give a lot of energy to travel, spirituality, playfulness, learning, new things. Their approach is often optimistic, although they can have a lot of anger behind it. However, since this is a fiery sign, they can be impulsive, react violently, directly, rudely. They are tough opponents and when they set a goal they will achieve it. They can be very competitive when it comes to something they are passionate about. Or when it comes to a person who means a lot to them. They are not afraid to confront people and will always want quick actions and reactions. They almost never get sick, but that's because they are optimists.

🪂Leo Mars their energy is manifested through a passion for playfulness, childhood, fun. They put a lot of effort into having fun and enjoying the things they love. They have many hobbies. They can be possessive and jealous, but they won't show it right away. A lot depends on the energy they want to feel with the person. When they notice that the person they want has fans, they will become even more competitive. They will be most competitive in sports or love. Many times they will want to conquer you with their dominance. They are not afraid of challenges and will step into them without fear if they are mature enough. They are fighting and persistent in themselves. Actions count for them.

🎢Gemini Mars their energy is very mutable. They are all over the place most of their time. And they need a lot of change but they are most good with words than actions. They will talk much more than actually do. They can be very unstable and change their mind many times. They will often compete when it comes to verbal duels. Even at school, they know how to compete. Their health fluctuates because they can become quite anxious at times or think too much about things they cannot change. They can seduce you with mind games.

🫧Libra Mars their energy usually shows through the relationships but can be different kind of relationship it doesn't meant to be like romantic relationship. It can be friendships. If they are not in a relationship, they can give a lot of their energy to their friends. Their anger is usually passive aggressive. They often avoid conflicts because they like peace. Their passive aggressive behavior can lead to them getting sick (because they keep too much anger inside). It is good for them to express their feelings and anger as much as possible.

⛸️Aquarius Mars their energy is focused on humanitarian matters (they like to help others), dreams, goals, social networks. They like to do the things they like. They also like to be alone. They have rebellious kind of anger so they will fight for the rights or people they love or things that are connected to them. But they are not people who fight about I don't know some random stuff. They have the unique way how to seduce people and it's always different. They can also seduce you with their uniqueness or something about that is so different and this is why people are attracted to them somehow. They can work a lot on staying in shape and following themselves. Because they can get sick unexpectedly. Many times the diseases are very strange.

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-Rebekah🍸🎸🧁

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[safiredreams]

How Mars Signs Pursue (simplified)

Aries Mars: They just go for it. They love to chase, you won't be left guessing.

Taurus Mars: They will seduce you by buying you your fave chocolates, they will touch you and compliment your perfume. They are a bit of slower burn.

Gemini Mars: They will love to banter with you, talk to you the most out of everyone. A lot of phone calls and texts.

Cancer Mars: They might take a minute but they do like to pursue, they are usually romantic and classic so they will compliment, smile at you.

Leo Mars: They are show offs, so they flex their muscles and their wallets. Love to compliment you and just show you off or talk you up to others.

Virgo Mars: Acts of service galore, they are also quite touchy but in a very gentle way where they brush your hair out of your face or something.

Libra Mars: These are just flirters galore, but they are cardinal so they will just ask you out on a romantic date without too much confusion.

Scorpio Mars: They will be actually mean to you, not playfull either. Stare at you and they will ask a lot about you and stalk you.

Sagittarius Mars: These are very clumsy, so they drop things around you or trip up. They will try and make you laugh, clown energy.

Capicorn Mars: They do not waste their time, they will observe you then ask you out. No games. Sometimes act cold and stiff at the start.

Aquarius Mars: Basically act cold and detached, stare a lot at you, try to be mysterious. Slow to show feelings. Sometimes they want you to make the move. But a big tell is if they spend more time around you than others.

Pisces Mars: This one needs to feel like you are their soulmate to pursue you. They might send you a song or something. Actually not great at pursuing but will eventually do it.

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*If your fs is a male *

( If anyone will like an lgbtq+ reading then you can let me know, most of you are girls so I just made one for the straight peeps)

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P̶i̶l̶e̶ 1

👤𝒫ℯ𝓇𝓈ℴ𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎

You could know this person or meet this person through friends or acquaintances or start off as friends. For some reason I get gangster vibes from him. If not gangster they are an officer who deal with gangsters, I’ll say the latter is stronger but it’s a general reading so take what resonates. They could assume that a lot of girls are after them. They are secretive and strong willed. I see them having many buried secrets of others, they prefer close bonds to many friends. They also have a mystique surrounding their aura. Their gaze is intimidating and kind of scary? Although it is such but they don’t judge others. They do not trust people easily, they observe and spend a lot of time knowing someone. They are someone who doesn’t like responsibilities, they like to be their own boss, get up when they want, go out whenever they like and definitely not a tradition follower. They could be popular online. At home they could be like a little kid. They are a foodie. The last thing for a few of them, is that they could impersonate online and hide their true identity.

👀 ℒℴℴ𝓀𝓈

Dirty blonde hair to dark brown hair.

Light beard and moustache

They Keep their shirts unbuttoned, their chest is a flex for them

Jewellery lover, I see them being into rings, bracelets and double layered chains and necklaces

Can have tattoos on the forearm

Prefer folded sleeves even if it’s half sleeves, they’ll still like to fold it

Muscular built, just the right amount of muscles and abs. I don’t see heavy bodies but rather tall

Smirky lips

Dark eyes; brown and black and may be blue-grey with black tones

Stays groomed in an unkempt way ( if that makes sense)

Wear a lot of black

They have a wanderer look to them kind of hippie style and I sense even some wizard vibe going on

They could own a skull ring or something which has a skull design like they could be into gothic style or like dark themed decor

They could prefer a shaved/waxed chest

Tan skin

🪐 𝒵ℴ𝒹𝒾𝒶𝒸 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒸ℯ𝓂ℯ𝓃𝓉𝓈

Definitely some prominent Aquarius placements or Uranus is in its own sign of Aquarius.

Mercury in 3rd house

Aquarius moon or Aquarius venus

7th house Libra

Pisces moon in 8th house

Mercury in sagittarius

Mars in Aries

Sun in Leo

Jupiter-saturn conjunction

🦁🐆𝒞ℴ𝓂𝓅𝒶𝓉𝒾𝒷𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝓉ℴℊℯ𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓇

Both of you will complete each other wonderfully. Inner essence is same which could be good and bad depending on how the situation will turn out to be. I see a lot of aggressive sex. Power couple vibes. You both could love to cuddle and nap together.

P̶i̶l̶e̶ 2

👤 𝒫ℯ𝓇𝓈ℴ𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎

So soft and cute vibes . They are really kind and innocent. People truly admire them because they have a pure energy, they are straightforward but in non rude way. They could be really smart and intelligent. I see people look up to them and appreciate what they do. They could be in healing profession; doctor, pharmaceutical, reiki practitioner,etc. and I also see they are into following a healthy lifestyle like balanced diet and into fitness. They got the shy but naughty look to them. Could have a hard time dealing with perfection, they observe a lot and it frustrates them if something doesn’t work out the way they expected. They judge themselves a lot and I think here they need help. They will have to learn to prioritise their mental and physical health because they give a lot to others which drains them. People seek their comfort often as they view them having everything. Also, they are rich.

👀 ℒℴℴ𝓀𝓈

Cute, clean and damn they are a looker.

Their features are such that girls are jealous haha. I see they have a well proportionate face.

Their hair frames their face most of the time. They have long hair but not very long. Also,they like messy hair. (Light brown to dark hair tone).

Their jaw and thick neck kind of stands out on their soft personality.

They can have thick biceps

Almond shaped eyes

Their gaze feels powerful like they can see right through your soul

Clean shave face

Wear a watch

I get more of black-white-dark blue- beige colour clothes. Not very colourful.

They can have a signature black jacket/blazer to wear on most occasion.

They like to take photos in sunlight.

Light skin tone

🪐 𝒵ℴ𝒹𝒾𝒶𝒸 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒸ℯ𝓂ℯ𝓃𝓉𝓈

Venus in 10th house

Capricorn dominant

Sun in Libra in 12th House

Jupiter in Sagittarius in 9th house

Moon in water sign ( cancer, scorpio and pisces)

Aries Mars

Libra mercury

Sun-mercury conjunction

🦓🦌𝒞ℴ𝓂𝓅𝒶𝓉𝒾𝒷𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝓉ℴℊℯ𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓇

Empowered individually. I see you lot of gentle love moments between you two but also respect for each other’s space. Right amount of balance on each side. The communication is really good both verbally and telepathically. I see you both cover up for each other nicely when needed.

P̶i̶l̶e̶ 3

👤 𝒫ℯ𝓇𝓈ℴ𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎

They are have gone through a lot in the past, they’ve let everyone walk all over them, despite looking for help they had no one to turn to. The feeling of being done with others is strong. Now they’re doing inner healing and starting a new life with fresh perspective where they will be the main character. Their main goal in life is only themselves and to make money. I see they are working hard to build their dream life, their dream house, their dream family where they can experience all joys with you. For them, they only plan to give their all to you, all their love and they would want to spoil you. They are not into casual relationships. They’ve been betrayed by people they considered close to them but still I feel they have hope left because they can see you two having a great potential together. They are very intuitive and psychic. He could have seen dreams about you. They are a great decision maker. Their personality is impactful, someone you won’t forget easily.

👀 ℒℴℴ𝓀𝓈

Olive, brown and dark brown skin tone.

Wears formal clothes mostly; tucked shirt, pants and belt. May leave first two buttons open sometimes.

Watch lover

They give off a traditional look, their ethnic background reflects in the way they dress up or groom.

The hot cowboy look or the guy who rides horses and spends most time in stables look. Rough personality.

Blue, brown and hazel eyes

They have a gym body and very very prominent abs

They usually roam around shirtless at home

They can have long hair; wavy and curly

Mostly I see them wearing blue jeans

White, blue, grey and charcoal grey and may be red clothes.

Their social media can have a lot of pictures around water bodies and forest regions.

🪐 𝒵ℴ𝒹𝒾𝒶𝒸 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒸ℯ𝓂ℯ𝓃𝓉𝓈

Mars in gemini

Pisces moon/ moon in 12th house

Moon-Neptune conjunction

Moon-mercury conjunction

Jupiter in leo

Jupiter in gemini

Jupiter in scorpio

Pluto in scorpio

Mercury in 8th house

Saturn in Capricorn

Mars in 4th house or aspecting 4th house

🐅🦆𝒞ℴ𝓂𝓅𝒶𝓉𝒾𝒷𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝓉ℴℊℯ𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓇

Hunter-prey and daddy-babygirl energy going on. He would do anything to protect you and hide you from the cruel world which he had to go through. You both will understand each other without communication, almost psychically. He won’t leave anyone who tries to harm you even in the smallest of ways. Their could be some kind of difference either age, religion, race, etc. You will feel at home with this person and life will feel easier with him.

#divination #tarot #tarot reading #tarot witch #pac #pick a pile #tarotblr #pick a card #witch #future spouse #luaveltarot #fs

[guywrestlingaddiction]

What Turned me Gay: How to Introduce Someone to Gay Wrestling

It's no secret that wrestling turned me gay.  High school wrestling turned into a passion for pro wrestling, which evolved into an obsession with gay wrestling.  Now, while my journey is unique to me, I wondered, how do you turn someone on to gay wrestling? 

What turned me gay (not really) ... 

Troy & Brian Baker v Vinny Trevino & Joshua Goodman (bgeast.com)

This post, inspired by the sidelineland.com blog, takes a tongue and cheek look into "what made me gay (not really)" and in thinking about the topic of introducing someone to gay wrestling, it's helpful to go back to the beginning - at least my beginning.

My first exposure to gay wrestling was on bgeast.com and boy do I still have vivid memories of that experience. Those wrestler profiles, the exciting match descriptions, all of it worked to overly stimulate my young imagination.  Reading about those grunting and groaning men made me feel like I was there, in the ring with them and feeling every strained bicep or the pain of a perfectly timed ball claw.  One particular image forever sealed in my memory from that day was an aggressive Brigham Bell flex-straddling a helpless Dino Serra in a schoolboy pin.  Brigham's cocky look, that vain bicep flex all worked to supercharge my interest.

Brigham Bell v Dino Serra (bgeast.com)

Later, after months, maybe even years of research, when I was finally able to buy my first Bgeast DVD, I picked up Tag Team Torture 3 - specifically because of Mr.Troy Baker.  Now it wasn't intentional but what's key here is that I picked a gay wrestling match without the sex.  As it happened, Troy Baker simply didn't do nudity and after all my 'research' there was no stopping me from wanting to see him.  

Troy & Brian Baker v Vinny Trevino & Joshua Goodman (bgeast.com)A gay wrestling match without the gay sex

I mean can you blame me? 

All that to say that my first introduction to gay wrestling was less about guys doing it and more about the wrestling. Of course I visited other gay sites devoted purely to sex, but somehow keeping them separate - gay wrestling and gay porn helped. In fact, it intensified my gay wrestling passion since there was just nothing hotter than being taken to the edge of excitement, only to be denied it.  Gay wrestling wasn't just a cheesy prelude to the sex, it was an epic story of powerful emotions, humiliation, and masculinity.  Needless to say I was hooked. 

Flyboy v Jose (bgeast.com) Another gay wrestling classic without the sex.

I won't go as far to say that I didn't need the release that typical porn had to offer, but what I will say is that the images of hot guys straining their muscles or the guttural moans each fighter made was simply hotter than anything else I had seen before. Whether it was the intense cries of defeat or the shakiness in their voice when the adrenaline was flowing; all of that was heaven to me.

Mars v Bjorn (wrestler4hire.com)

But the thing that did it for me was the intense realness that gay wrestling brought.  The sweat that proved each man was a fighter, the trash talk boasting how they would dominate each other, and the humiliation showing there were real consequences to all this, all worked in concert to fuel what was rapidly becoming my obsession.  

Grant Phelps v Mark Molina (movimuswrestling) Movimus: The most wrestling focused studio. 

At stake in each wrestling match was a piece of a man's masculinity and pride, with the winner stripping the loser of everything they had. Gay wrestling to me was everything but the sex, everything but the climax, all of which made it a thousand times hotter.

So how do you welcome someone to all that gay wrestling has to offer? Following my path I'd recommend jumping into a classic high quality match minus the sex from a studio like Bgeast then alternating between a studio that offers more sex to one that offers more wrestling. 

After awhile you'll figure out where you land on this spectrum (wrestling and sex) and really begin to see where the stars align for you.  Now for me, if I had to guess what the perfect mix would be, it would be something like 75% wrestling and 25% sex, but to each their own.  

Ron Masters v Cody Brooks (can-am.com) Can-Am: The most sex focused studio. 

Jonathan Bennett v J Durango (bgenterprises) Bgenterprises: Sometimes all wrestling, sometimes all sex. 

Logan v Drake (nrwrestling.com) Nrwrestling: The most non-gay gay wrestling studio.

Luke Truong v Mack Mahoney (muscleboywrestling.com) Muscleboywrestling: More sex focused than wrestling. 

Cali Boy v Christian Thorn (wrestler4hire.com) Wrestler4hire: More wrestling than sex. 

Cody v Tanner Ripley (undergroundwrestler.com) Undergroundwrestler: Gay wrestling with everything but the nudity. 

Kid Leopard v Sean Cannon (bgeast.com) Bgeast: This studio has everything on the wrestling-sex continuum. 

When I first started watching gay wrestling there were really just a few options but now there are countless variations to entertain yourself with. Some of you may prefer more sex, others more wrestling, but whatever the type of gay wrestling you ultimately become interested in, it really is up to you. You see this story, this journey of how I came to obsess over gay wrestling is unique to me as it is to every other person's passion and without a doubt something that turned me gay (not really).

#gay wrestling #bgeast.com #thundersarena #wrestler4hire #muscleboywrestling #undergroundwrestler #nrwrestling.com

[arcadia345]

🈳🐟Astro notes 🌀🌐

A shorter one since my last one flopped tremendously

‼️Not a real astrologer these are just my observations:)

Aries in your chart can show characteristics that turn you on

3rd,9th,11th house: being a progressive person, you could have a thing for people in your close community, school, or teachers, people with a lot of knowledge, outgoing and adventurous & religious or in tune with the universe

7th: people who like to give you 101% of their attention, who smothers you with affection lol, social butterflies

Your first house can tell you about your skin

Saturn: Your skin could be dry, eczema, once you have a consistent routine for your skin you’ll see the difference

Neptune: fragile skin. Getting bruises easily and asking “where did that come from?”

Mars/Aries/Scorpio on the 7th cusp have suitors that wanna show how strong and dangerous they are😈 showing off muscles especially if you prefer masculine energy, I have this and every guy I’ve talked to has flexed their g*ns at me😭 like sir please put that away I’m scared.

Capricorn on 11th cusp are seen as the no fun friend too responsible, until later years they let loose a bit more

Second house/taurus moons be in their own little world lmao just leave them be

12th house ruler Virgo/ in the 6th house- karmic relationships with your pets, feeling a strong spiritual connection with them. Just having empathy for animals, could be vegetarian/vegan or contemplate becoming one

Every Pisces sun I’ve known had a dad with a drinking problem

People with strong Pluto/Scorpio influence in their charts have this glass doll look to them(especially the fems)reminds me of a 🌹, enchanting to look at but dangerous to touch

The sidereal Scorpio woman I’ve seen have more of a bratz doll look + prominent eyebrows

Every time someone’s moon lands in my 8th house I always find them annoying, but they’re hard to get rid of💀 love them to death tho 🫶🏽

Also your 8th house can show you the things you hate

Aquarius: Copy cats, unauthentic people, judging people by looks without getting to know them, selfishness, injustice

Taurus: Broke people💀, invading their privacy, erratic behavior, working hard, food that isn’t 5/5, losing a argument, low quality things

Virgo: Lazy people, dirtiness, animal cruelty, selfishness, people who spread germs 🦠 , shitty coworkers/workplace, having no self control

Most of the transits are in my 1st and 2nd house rn and when I tell you self care is the best care ☺️I barely wanna leave my room especially cause I’ve gotten lots of more decorations for it such a safe heaven. I decided to get another tattoo, my skincare and makeup routine has gotten better

Jupiter in my 2nd conjuncting my natal moon-I cannot stop eating 😭 but I can’t seem to keep the weight, me and my mom have been traveling more also

Thats all for this note guys💙 follow me for more🦋

©Arcadia345

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[notroosterbradshaw]

There are too many good prompts on the 100 kisses lists! But #10: surprise kisses, your lover wasn’t prepared but responds immediately and #75: standing on your tippy toes, frustrated you can’t reach your lovers lips seem particularly fluffy!

PROMPT: 10. surprise kisses, your lover wasn’t prepared but responds immediately and 75: standing on your tippy toes, frustrated you can’t reach your lovers lips

thank you for this, love. I'm going to try and make this a twofer!

“So, we’re just staying in?” you asked, a little surprised, a little disappointed. It was his first night stateside; it was usually a night to celebrate and unwind with a few drinks with friends. You sat on the bathroom vanity, with him between your thighs, fresh after a shower and washing months of aircraft carrier off him.

He was shaving, and you were watching him keenly, you always enjoyed being part of this process. His delicate hands took control against his soft skin. He asked each time if you'd like to help. Each time you said no. You wouldn't be responsible for marring his incredibly handsome face. You had enough drama with your ankles each time you shaved your legs. His razor was safer in his skilled grasp.

He'd just gotten home only a few hours earlier and it felt like he'd been away for years (reality? Three long, insidious months). When he was away you didn't feel like going out and socialising, happier in your isolation where you could pine for him without the mockery of your friends.

“You seem a little too disappointed by this,” Rooster smirked at you as he moved his torso to the side to stare at himself and shave underneath his chin. You hooked your ankles around his hips, he huffed, shuffling closer and you shrugged. “Gettin' fresh with me?" he wriggled his dark brows, his lightness at being home making you dizzy. "Me being home not enough for you?”

“We so rarely do couple stuff - can’t we like... go on a date or something?"

“A date?” he pretended to be scandalised and piqued an eyebrow. Oh, he was full of his Dad jokes tonight. “What do you have in mind, sweetheart?” 

“I dunno, dinner, drinks? You've been away months."

He hummed, jutting his chin and you carefully wrapped your hands around his strong waist, fingers drifting up and down the ropey, hard muscle into his chesy, leaving a single peck on his sternum. "Damn, you did miss me, didn't you?" he teased and flexed just for you and you may have melted, pathetic to his strength. “So, you want some romance,” he figured. “Want me to wine and dine you? I geddit."

You grinned. “That’s exactly what I want," your nails tracing his ribs. He groaned quietly, loved being loved on by you.

"One sec," he said, rinsing his face as you gently pat his now smooth skin with the hand towel, moustache manicured to perfection. Five o'clock shadow banished, he pressed pecks into your cheeks then kissed you deeply. "Better?"

"Grow me a beard," you teased as he chuckled.

"Was hard enough growing this," he admitted pouting to show off his masterful barbering and helping you off the bench. He gazed down at you, a faint smile dancing on his lips. "So you want dinner and drinks, huh? Okay, well I guess I can do that."

"Really?" you asked excitedly, and for a moment he had to wonder if he'd forgotten that romantic side to him. Dates, flowers, champagne and chocolates. You were just so much more excited than he expected. He pressed an unsuspecting kiss on your lips, catching your attention and you smiled wide at him, adoring the affection after months without.

"Go," he swatted at your ass. "Put on your favourite dress and I'll go find a reservation somewhere.

"Yes," you fist-bumped him, craning your neck to kiss him again. He raised an eyebrow, not immediately bowing to you as you bounced on your tippy toes, clutched his dog tags and brought his mouth to yours, moustache freshly clipped and likely to leave you with some irritation later. Wrapping you arms around his neck, he learned down to you, gentle sweeping kisses suddenly moving into hot and messy territory and suddenly, just maybe, you thought you weren't gonna make it out at all.

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[zippidi-dooda]

It was dark in Diluc's bedroom, save for the dim, yellow light the lamp on his nightstand provided.

Maybe you should have dragged him somewhere with more light so you could better see the damage done on his body. Though, from what you could see, his injury was already healing. He'd bandaged himself up in clean, white bands of cloth that covered the large, once-bleeding gash on his side.

Any sign that he had felt or was in pain was well hidden and had you not drunkenly barged into his room whilst he was changing, you wouldn't have noticed he had even been hurt.

Stubborn and adamant on letting you see if he was really okay, you had convinced him to sit down. So, now here you were, sitting on your knees behind him, frown on your face as your lithe fingers traced delicately over the bandage where the cut marred his skin. He was still and silent, welcoming your gaze but refusing to say what had caused the injury.

"Y'know-hic! 'Scuse me. Master diluc," you started. "I coulda helped ya out. Beat whoever it was that did this before they did it."

"I've no doubt you could. But this was an affair I could only settle on my own."

Humming, your eyes trailed over his pale skin in search of any other nics he may have taken. There wasn't much, to your confusion. Not even smaller scars healed over from years ago. Just a handful of small scratches with dried blood that almost looked like something left from a paper cut. That and the well defined shapes of his muscles that he constantly worked to maintain and the unruly river of fire that cascaded down his back in a high ponytail, creating a sharp and captivating contrast of red and light tones.

In a lulled daze, your hand rose to brush his curly locks over his shoulder to rest against his bare chest so you could get a better look at his toned back.

You almost forgot why you were examining him in the first place as you ogled his form.

He sat straight, muscles relaxed as he waited for you to finish confirming he was okay. It was somehow calming to see his back extend as he breathed in then out and you began to giggle softly to yourself.

Diluc simpled looked at you from the corner of his eye but continued to wait patiently.

You reached out and began slowly tracing the outline of his muscles with hands ever so gentle that you felt him suck in a deep breath.

"You done yet?" He asked.

You chuckled, "Nuh uh," and continued to follow the curves and dips of his skin, from his back to his arms then back again.

You could see his fingers fiddling with the thick blankets beneath you and smiled wider as you felt the slight flex of his muscles as he did so.

He seemed nervous.

It was rather funny to you, this stoic man suddenly nervous. You wanted to laugh and tease him for it. But at the same time, you just wanted sooth him and have him feel relaxed again.

You pondered how you could make that happen without letting him go, admiring the steadily familiar pattern of his body.

He was a very handsome man, you realized, no matter what part of him you looked at. You wondered if he acknowledged that.

How could you make him?

Shambled ideas of how you could help him see what yourself and so many others did ran through your mind and your head began to spin, falling on one idea that you never would have dare to do had this been any other time.

You gave his back one last feel up before bringing your hands and body forward, chest against his back, hands tracing over his abs and pressing warm lips to his shoulder.

His whole body grew rigid and you began to laugh, pressing another kiss to the spot between his shoulder blades.

"Y/N?"

You hiccuped and slowly made a trail of sloppy kisses against his flushing skin. "Master Diluc, I'm gonna yell you a secret that e'rybody knows about, m'kay?"

You felt him shudder as you kissed against his neck and smiled. "You are someone that even the archons would be jealous of. You're smart," Kiss, "and heroic," kiss, "charming," kiss, "strong," kiss, "wealthy," kiss, "powerful," kiss, "handsome. God, you're handsome."

"You've ... had too much to drink ... Y/N. Maybe you should, go to bed."

You ceased your ministrations to fully wrap your arms around his torso, burying your face against his increasingly hot skin.

"Nuh uh. I didn't drink that much. Ask Adelinde. And I mean it Diluc. You're very attractive, in every aspect of you. Your looks, your attitude, your character, personality, voice, and and and everything else I can't think of right now. Even little injuries and tragedies can't change that. I just hope you know that. And I'm glad to have met you, Diluc. So, you can't go being reckless anymore, got it?"

He appeared to be at a loss for words, so you sat up and cupped his cheeks, turning him to face you. "There are people who care about you, Diluc. You can't," you sniffled, eyes tearing up, "you can't forget and go getting yourself so badly hurt no one can help you one day. Ask me for help next time, that way I can make sure you live to show everyone how amazing you are. Got it?"

His expression softened and now it was his turn to cup your cheeks, thumbs rubbing under your eyes to wipe away your tears.

"I'll be fine, Y/N. You can't come with me," you began to let out hiccuped sobs, grasping onto his wrists tightly, "but I promise you'll be the first one I talk to before I leave and as soon as I come back, okay? If I'm hurt, I'll tell you and you can check up on me again if you want, would you like that?"

You sniffled, trying to stop your crying and nodded softly.

"Thank you, Y/N. And ... you're very ... attractive too. This consideration of yours is very hard to find. And you uh ... you ... you look ... you .... You're gorgeous. You-"

"Kiss me."

"Huh?"

You threw yourself forward, lips pursed and eyes closed, longing to see how the Uncrowned King of Mondstat's lips felt against your own.

Only for him to dodge your kiss by turning to the side, your chin falling on his shoulder.

You leaned back, staring at him incredulously. He took your hands in his, cheeks flushing pink, and cleared his throat.

"Y/N, I'd love to. But, you have been drinking. And I'm not wearing a shirt. I want to be for you, what you are for me. My reason to work so hard, to keep myself from falling to an enemy. My encouragement and the one person I'm comfortable doing anything with. You make me so unbelievably happy by just getting to see you smile or hear your voice or mention of your name. I want to keep you safe and comforted, to be the one you can come to when things get hard and even when they're not. Y/N, I love you. And I want to kiss you at a place and time you can't forget, even if it's just when we're sitting together doing nothing, cleaning up late-night at the winery, or battling hilichurls, it'll be a perfect moment. So, forgive me for denying you this time."

Diluc raised your hands up to his lips and kissed them, slowly, softly, all while keeping his red eyes trained on yours.

And that was all it took for you to bawl again, heart clenching at his sappy, sincere confession and display of affection.

#genshin impact #genshin diluc #diluc x reader #diluc ragnvindr #x reader

[lokisgoodgirl]

Hail, Commander [Asgard!Loki x Fem.Reader]

A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: Loki returns from war, and certain traditions must be upheld. Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. Language. Salirophilia (dirty Loki) Exhibitionism. Descriptions of violence/blood. (w/c 1.6k)

The clang of armoured spears vibrated the stone beneath your feet. Once. Twice. Three times.

You drew your gaze away from the twinkling lights of Asgard stretched below the balustrade, turning in a hurried curtsey as the returning commander approached. Nerves twisted in your stomach, though you had no idea why.

It was always thus when Loki returned from war.

He strode majestically through the towering columns, removing his horned helmet as he went. The clanking sound of the guards standing to attention in sequence as he moved past them broke the evening stillness, metal on metal clanging. It made your thighs squeeze together beneath the long skirts covering them.

His leather cape billowed theatrically behind his towering form, the fine silk lining catching the transient flicker of a hundred torches lighting his path. He shook his hair, heavy with the weight of battle fought. And won. It had been weeks since the younger prince had stalked the halls, and tonight he was on the hunt.

Reverently, you lowered your gaze, each purposeful stride of his muscled legs moving in your direction with predatory singularity. His usual flawless fairness was marred with ash and dark stains, visible on the gold of his armour even in the moonlight.

He hasn’t even bathed, you thought, a thrill racing in waves through your blood. The slap of his boots against the ground echoed in the silent night, becoming louder before stopping abruptly. You could smell the heat emanating from him; lustful intentions oozing from beneath war-ravaged leathers. The lingering smell of stale copper and sweat crawled up your nostrils.

Loki's cape swirled around his ankles in your line of vision, settling in shredded folds.

“Look at me.” he growled, lifting your chin with one curled finger. His thumb danced across your bottom lip, dragging the plump down.

For the first time in weeks, you saw his face; menacingly beautiful under starlight. His eyes were bright, the whites contrasting ethereally against layers of blood and soot smeared across his brow, his cheekbones, his throat.

“My Prince.” you greeted huskily. Loki gave a small nod in response. “You have been victorious, then?” you coyed, feeling your heart beat faster as a smile curled at his dry lips. “Could you ever doubt me, precious one?” he murmured, cupping your cheekbone. “I will always arrive victorious to you. Victorious for you.”

He flipped the edges of the cape backwards, before pressing you against the stone balustrade in a crushing kiss. His lips tasted like smoke and metal; the sharp tang of old copper springing to life on your searching tongue.

Loki groaned as your fingers caught on the lengths of his hair, dragging through the residue of crusted blood and sweat. His head fell back as you pressed closer to his chest, a mischievous palm rubbing over his stirring manhood.

"My filthy soldier..." you muttered darkly, observing the telling bob of his Adam’s apple cast in murky shadow.

The veins in his neck pulsed, thick ropes of muscle standing proud against the cake of grime which coated them. "Filthy Prince, if you please..." he goaded through shallow breaths. “You may be my betrothed, but I am still your superior.”

You stifled a giggle, feeling his cock inflate rapidly beneath layers of heavy leather as you grasped shamelessly at his hips, tugging at buckles and straps that hung sluttishly from every angle. Gods, how you had missed him. You gyrated firmly against his centre. Just once.

Loki's shoulders flexed beneath the heavy armour, head tilting with a hard glint to his features. With a stomach dropping pulse, you realised that look would have been the last thing his enemies ever saw.

"Tread carefully love..." he whispered menacingly, a tingle of anticipation rolling up your spine as a knowing smirk cracked the dried dirt by his dimples. His eyebrow cocked, a hand you knew would leave a soiled trail down the fine silk of your dress sliding to rest on your lower back. "I am not in a merciful mood."

You bit your lip, watching Loki break into a mischievous smile. His teeth were blindingly bright against the stains streaked on his skin, layered effects of deadly strikes and blows and carnage mapped in each square inch of his face. “Do you see them?” he purred, tilting his head. You shivered, casting a glance to the dozens of Asgardian palace guards lined up along the promenade to the great hall; their stares fixed ahead. “They have orders to stay at their post all night.” he murmured.

“Your father has organised a feast for your glorious return…” you hummed, as Loki hoisted you to sit atop the balustrade with a soft thump. Loki pursed his lips knowingly, a playful twang in his voice. “And I have still yet to bathe...as you may have noticed.”

He placed a lingering kiss in the curve of your neck, the resulting groan of desperation from your parted lips making him chuckle against the skin.

“Do you wish me to stop?” he murmured, kissing messily up your heated neck as he spread your legs. You squirmed on the wide stone balcony, tightening your knees against his hips. His mud-roughed cheek grazed yours, warm breath making you shiver against the evening chill. “Do you have the strength to wait, love?”

“No…” you whispered shakily, letting your fingers unclasp the buckle slung over his chest. It loosened the front panel of his leather armour, falling open. Your hands dove inside, kissing him like he had returned from the dead. Perhaps he had.

“Good.” he growled, whipping the sides of his leather battle garb around your widened thighs. Concealed fingers skimmed ribbons of silk up your legs, the fabric falling beneath his touch like enemies beneath his sword. Pushing it around your hips, he inhaled the musk of hot, feminine arousal rising between your bodies; sweet against the copper tang of his filth.

“You know not what I have done for this moment, love.” he muttered, combing a dirt laden hand through your hair. “The chaos I have wrought.”

Your back arched, feeling his wetted cock press against your slit; desperate and fierce. The stone of the balustrade grated against your ass as you shifted towards him, urging him to fill you with the closeness you missed. To complete you again.

“Loki…” you mewled pleadingly as a smirk tugged his cracked lips. It was tradition, that he would tell you his tales. Loki’s return wouldn’t be the same without them.

“I slaughtered legions, each demon falling to my feet with a final wail of hopeless anguish���” he whispered, nudging the leaking tip against your entrance. Your hips bucked upwards, urging him on.

“Their blood ran in rivers, darling. You should have seen it, the pathetic fear in their eyes before they felt the quick of my blade slice across their throat. F-fuck...” he groaned, breaching you with a low, guttural sigh.

Loki’s fingers grasped around your thighs, tugging you down his cock. The scrape of the balustrade stone stung the curves of your flesh, any discomfort obliterated by the exquisite sensation of his manhood setting every nerve of pleasure alight. His metal wrist-guards pressed against the flat of your thighs as he rocked your hips, lost in the theatrics of his arousal.

“We tore t-through their defences…” he gasped, delivering small thrusts with aching precision. “It was brutal. Messy. We...g-gods...o-obliter-rated...their...uhhh...h-hope-”

“-More, Loki…” you keened in his ear, fingernails scraping down his shoulders beneath the overcoat as your head fell back. The god chuckled as he enveloped you, the cape like wings covering your modesty as he fucked you like a common whore, perched upon the balustrade.

The angle of his hips was perfect, each roll of them edging you closer to inevitable orgasm as a steady beat of drums began to pepper the air. The Procession, you realised; each beat of percussion seeming to tremble the very breath from your body.

“Their army p-parted like leaves...scattered, sand in the wind before our mighty f-force.” he panted, edging deeper into your wet heat. Every drag of his heavy cock was tortuously slow, melting you from the inside out as he tried to maintain some element of subtlety. Your knees rose against his ribs, letting him lean you back over the balustrade.

“So much destruction, love.” he murmured, as firelight from the wall torches flickered tepid warmth behind his head. “So much power your god held in his hands. All for you.” The streets were full tonight, candles held by citizens setting the winding path to the palace alight in grateful homage. A booming, solitary voice heralded from below, soaring to the heavens. "Hail, the victorious dead." The familiar mantra vibrated around Asgard's high towers, washing over the muted hiss of the slow moving crowd walking the cobbled streets. Hail, the ghostly refrain of a thousand souls echoed in response. "Hail, our glorious commander." the voice sang solemnly; the ceremonial vindication making Loki delve further into your cunt with a shuddering sigh. Hail, Commander. Hail. Your voice joined the reverent murmurs of gratitude crashing against the walls of the palace like a wave, hundreds of feet below. Each syllable from your lips was a lullaby, whispered wetly against your commander's skin.

You clenched, hearing him hiss beneath the veil of tangled, filthy hair. He muttered ancient curses, pelvis grinding against your clit as he rocked you towards the precipice.

“How many, Loki…?” you groaned, feeling his balls tighten against your slick sex. He let out a growl, scraping his teeth down your cheek with a feral moan. “Thousands, my love." he purred darkly. "Dead at my feet.”

With a strangled gasp, you came around him; leaning into his war-soaked leathers to stifle the scream clawing in your throat. You had no idea how clandestine your fucking truly was, but whatever the guards thought they were seeing out the corner of their eye - you did not intend to confirm it.

“They cried for m-mercy at the end.” Loki gasped, tacky curls falling against his brow as he watched himself sink inside your leaking pussy, still quivering with aftershock. “Their cries...uhh..that’s it, f-fuck, d-darling...their cries went unanswered.”

Loki’s breath hitched at his own words, a wavering moan snaking past his lips as a low hiss. The god's carved jaw pointed to the stars, clenching as he approached climax with a dirty growl rolling in his chest.

“No mercy.” you whispered against his cheek, concealing another moan in his shoulder as he fucked you to the slow beat of drums in the distance.

“No mercy.” he echoed quietly, before fastening his mouth to yours.

Continued in The Feast

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[archangeldyke-all]

Did someone say cowboy Sevika?

Absolutely delicious, I have thoughts.

Theres the classic off limits farmer’s daughter dynamic, which is to die for every time, but I thought what about a farmer’s widow? All lonesome on her big empty property, she hires Sevika for some extra help and then the tension is off the charts!! I think it would be ideal for a long, slow burn style fic. Draw it out, make them drool over each other for a bit til they can’t take it anymore

For a blurb idea what about Cowboy Sevika teaching the reader to ride a horse? It could be cute and flirty or it could get nasty lol whatever you’re in the mood to write!

Also let’s take a moment to imagine her tying those fancy cowboy knots. Rope steady in her big rough hands. She’s stripped down to her used to be white tank top, you can see her muscles flexing while she pulls it taught. She’d be all sweaty and you innocently walk over to her, pluck her bandanna out of her pocket, and dab away the droplets on her forehead. You tuck it gently back into the front pocket of her tight, dirt stained jeans and saunter away so sweetly. She’d want to chase you down like a wild animal in heat after that

the last paragraph here made me dizzy. thank u.

ur the second person to request a 'teaching reader how to ride horseback', mars, @sexysapphicshopowner , being the first! so lets do that ;)

part 1 of cowboy sev here, part 2 here!

men and minors dni

you're now the only one in your little mis-matched family who doesn't know how to ride horseback.

sevika's been riding since before she could even properly walk. powder took to it like a fish to water. violet was a little more hesitant, but figured it out in time. and now all three of them are trying to convince you to learn.

you've never needed it. you were born and raised in this town, everything you need is within a mile's walking distance. but, they're insistent.

you've ridden horseback before, clinging onto sevika as she controls shimmer's pace, but you've never been in control of the reigns. it seems scary, being that high up, going that fast, the only person keeping you from going flying off shimmer's back being yourself.

and now, sevika's got you in the stable, grinning at you as you hesitantly look at shimmer. powder and violet have been asleep for hours, exhausted after working in the garden all day with you.

"can we just go for a quick trot with you in front?" you ask, pouting at your wife. she laughs. "just so i can see you do it!" you insist. she rolls her eyes, then lifts you up by the waist, helping you straddle shimmer's back, before hopping up in front of you.

you press your grin against her shoulder, quickly wrapping your arms around her waist. she laughs in front of you, giving shimmer a little tap with her spur, the mare slowly trotting out onto the main street.

"you're such a baby." sevika teases. you pinch her side, watching her wiggle.

"i'm just lucky. got a wife who knows how to ride so i never had to learn." you say. you can't see her smile, but you can tell she's grinning in front of you.

sevika slowly walks shimmer down the main street, picking her pace up to a cantor when you get out of town.

the three of you ride out into the desert, and you tilt your head up to soak in the sight of the stars above, sighing as the wind whips past you.

"you're not even lookin' at what i'm doing." sevika laughs ahead of you. you giggle.

"stars 're so pretty sev. look." you say.

sevika brings shimmer to a stop, tilting her head up to look at the stars with you.

"hm." she says. you squeeze her waist.

"what?" you ask, enjoying the heat of her back pressed against your front.

"they're pretty, i guess. nowhere near 's pretty as you." she says. you grin.

"sap." you say.

it's summer, but this late at night, the desert is chilly. you sneak your cold fingers up under sevika's shirt, watching her jump, then giggling when she elbows you. you don't move your hands. she doesn't ask you to.

for a few minutes, the two of you just stare at the sky, the vast expanse of stars and planets before your eyes.

it's a new moon, and without her shine, all the stars in the galaxy are visible.

shimmer shifts beneath you, and sevika laughs.

"she hates waitin' around." she says. you smile.

"just like you." you say. sevika laughs, nudging shimmer's side, letting her trot around the empty expanse of the desert.

you hook your chin over her shoulder, watching how her hands hold the reins, how she uses them to gently guide shimmer to and fro.

beneath your fingers, you can feel her belly rise and fall with each breath she takes. a smile ticks up at the corner of your mouth, and you turn your head to press a kiss to sevika's neck.

she goes stiff in your arms.

"what're you doin'?" she asks. you smile against her throat.

"'m watchin' you." you say. "learnin' how to ride."

"you don't need any help learning how to ride." sevika says. you laugh at her horrible joke, pinching her waist. she chuckles.

"speaking of..." you start. sevika snorts in front of you.

"yeah, darlin'?" she asks. you nip her neck.

as much as you both love powder and violet, their abrupt entrance into your lives has left your sex life in shambles.

it's not like you're not having sex. it's just that you can't have it like you used to.

when you used to spend any spare moment the two of you had sprawled out in bed, naked and sweaty and kissing, now you gotta keep your romps quick, lest the girls get in trouble while they're unsupervised.

plus, with the nightmares that violet's been having, paired with powder's separation anxiety toward her sister, a majority of your nights as of late have ended with the four of you piled up in your-- used to be-- marital bed.

you've just had to get a little more creative. you and sevika have been doing a whole lot of 'chores' in the stable, trying to avoid shimmer's judgmental eyes as you fuck against the haybales.

and now... out in the desert, with sevika pressed against you and nobody out here beside you, your wife, and the stars... now seems like the perfect opportunity to get creative.

slowly, you inch your hands down sevika's abdomen, taking a moment to admire the firmness of her rippling abs shifting with each step shimmer takes. she chuckles huskily in front of you, and you begin sucking a hickey against her neck.

"insatiable." she says. "'y had me this morning while we were 'pinning the laundry to dry'." you hum.

"want me to stop?" you ask. she laughs out loud, a bright, echoing thing.

"hell no." she says. you grin, and continue trailing your fingers lower, fiddling with the button of her chaps.

shimmer continues her aimless trot, slowing occasionally to munch at spare patches of grass, knowing that you and sevika are in no rush to get anywhere.

when you slide your hand down her pants, she sighs, leaning some of her weight back against your chest. you pepper kisses against the side of her face, trying to give every branch of the scar on her left cheek a solid smooch. she giggles against you, then moans when your fingers start working against her clit.

"you're wet already." you mumble against her. she hums.

"knew this is what you were workin' up to the second you asked me to ride in front first." she says. you chuckle. "i'm never gonna get you to learn to ride, am i?" she asks.

"mmm, maybe someday. don't need it now, though, do i?" you ask. "not when i've got you." you say.

sevika sighs and turns her head to capture your lips in a kiss against hers. you hum against her mouth, nipping her lip as you start rubbing her clit in slow circles.

"fuck." she sighs, turning her neck back around to watch where shimmer's going. "i love you." she whispers. you smile and nip her neck.

"love you too." you say, trailing your free hand up her chest to fondle her breasts.

sevika's tits are sensitive, you've made her cum from your hands and mouth on her chest countless times before. she shudders against you, her back arching as she shoves her chest further against your hand. you snicker, and start to gently fiddle with her nipple.

"fuck-- your hands." she says.

"'s kinda what you're doin' now, baby." you tease. sevika snorts, but it quickly dissolves into a moan as you increase your pace on her clit, sinking your teeth into her neck as you pinch her nipple.

"y-you're horrible." she chastises you for the joke. you giggle against her.

"you close?" you ask. she laughs.

"yeah." she says.

shimmer lets out a sneeze-- clearly disapproving of the activities happening on her back, and you giggle.

"she's sick of us." you say. sevika sighs.

"she, fuck, she's so judgmental." sevika whimpers.

"should be gettin' back soon. 's almost midnight-- violet's gonna have her nightmare soon, we should be there when the girls come lookin' for us.' you say.

"fuck, can we please not talk about the kids while you got your hand on my cunt?" she asks. despite her complaints, sevika tugs on shimmer's reins, turning her back toward town as you work your hand against her.

"y' better hurry up. we're only a few minutes away from town." you say. sevika groans. "need some encouragement?" you whisper against her ear. she shivers, and you smirk.

"shut up." she whispers. you grin, knowing that sevika's 'shut up's tend to mean 'keep talking.' especially in the bedroom.

"you sure? y' don't want me to tell me how much i love you? how perfect you are for me?" you tease. sevika's thigh shakes against shimmer.

"fuck."

"my cowboy. my wife. so strong and handsome, givin' up her life of crime just for me. gotta compensate that kinda sacrifice properly, don't i?" you ask. sevika whines. "fuck, 'n you look so good when you're on shimmer's back. why would i wanna learn to ride when i could just watch you instead, hm?" you ask.

sevika lets go of the reins with one hand to grip onto your arm. you kiss her cheek.

"cum for me, pretty thing. if you're lucky, maybe i'll wake you up before sunrise to help me 'feed the chickens.'" you say. sevika whines, remembering the last time the two of you used that excuse-- you ended up with sevika's tongue inside of you, your back against the coop as she knelt on the shitty ground, clawing at your thighs. "c'mon sev-- give it to me, baby."

sevika cums with a resounding "shit!" shimmer spooks a bit, jumping and bucking beneath you, and you both squeal as you hold on to the mare while she calms down.

sevika's cunt is still fluttering beneath your palm as she pulls on shimmer's reins to bring her back to a walk as the shimmering lights of town become visible ahead. you hum against her, ducking your fingers down to gather her cum from her dripping hole, before pulling your hand out of her pants and popping your fingers in your mouth.

you moan. sevika moans. shimmer grunts, a disgusted little noise.

"fuck." sevika sighs out, her back slumping against your chest. you giggle, removing your hand from her tits to button up her pants, before giving her cunt a little pat over her chaps. she jolts. "hey!" she says, giggling. you grin against her neck, pressing another kiss to the skin beneath your lips.

just before shimmer starts down main street, sevika pulls her to a stop with a "woah, girl."

you're about to ask her what she's doing-- the tavern about two hundred feet away, but sevika answers your question before you can get it out when she turns her head, grabbing your chin with her fingers and smashing your lips together.

you sigh against her mouth, nipping on her tongue when she swipes it against your lips, giggling at the little involuntary twitch of her thigh.

she pulls away with a sigh, looking into your eyes dreamily.

"i love you more than there are stars in the sky, darlin'." she says. you smile against her lips.

"i love you too, my sweet wife." you say, reaching forward to snap shimmer's reins, letting the horse lead the two of you back home. sevika raises an eyebrow at you and you smile. "see, i did learn a little somethin'." you say.

sevika laughs.

"guess i gotta take you out for ridin' lessons every night, huh?" she asks. you grin.

"i wouldn't mind that at all."

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[iliketangerines]

Tangerine, can I request angst?

One wherein the reader is Shang Taung's minion who was sent to Liu Kang's timeline to disrupt their peace but fell for the Fire God instead because he helped her find herself. Like originally, the reader was like Harley Quinn towards Shang Tsung but Liu Kang helped her heal. Angst ensues when her origins were revealed and she was defeated by Titan Shang Tsung and was taken back to her original timeline where she was killed by that timeline's Liu Kang.

Sorry if it's too long, and it's alright if you don't want to write it!<33

you're not him

a/n: ahhhh, yes, let me flex my angst writing muscles real quick, haven't done this in a while, changed some stuff around but it still fits the basic permise

pairing: liu kang x gn!reader

warnings: canon typical violence

this wasn’t right, none of this was right

he was kind, nice, warm, everything Shang Tsung wasn’t, and you felt yourself drawn to the god despite your orders

you really had tried your best to create chaos, to find this timeline’s Shang Tsung and Quan Chi and harness their ambition and sorcery to create death

but then, you had gone and found them and saw that they were already taken in by Liu Kang, to be reformed and taught to harness their powers for good

you had tried to infiltrate Empress Sindel’s court, to whisper thirsts for power to General Shao and Reiko nand cause an uprising to kill Outworld’s champions

but the suggestions seemed to fly right over their heads, and they remained fiercely loyal to Empress Sindel

you didn’t even try with Mileena, and when you had gone in search of anyone that could and should have wanted to usurp the throne for themselves, you found nothing but peace and tranquility and happiness

every problem that they might’ve had were already solved or mitigated, and your mission was on the trajectory to fail

you could not fail Shang Tsung, he would kill you if you came back fruitless and without disrupting the peace of Lord Liu Kang’s timeline

and so, you went straight to Liu Kang, to go straight to the source of all this peace and kill it at its source, except that he had already been expecting you

he had seen you through the sands of time, granules not meant to be in this hourglass, and he sat you down and drank tea with you

not an ounce of stress or worry marred his features as you picked at your fingers in nervousness, had he poisoned the tea? was he planning on killing you? was he going to send you back to Shang Tsung with no results?

he didn’t do any of those options, instead he talked about idle things, about how he solved his realm’s problems before they got out of control and how he knows you’re here to disrupt his timeline

and yet, even after that conversation, he offers you reprieve, to train underneath him and get away from Shang Tsung from your timeline

you hesitate for a moment, confused by the warmth he extended to you, but you take his hand after a moment

one of his monks escort you to a personal room, gives you clean training uniforms that fit you, and leaves you alone to gather your thoughts

you want to kill him, you need to kill him, to please Shang Tsung, because Shang Tsung would slit your throat, would kill you, would torture you, would spare no mean to make sure you suffer

then you thumb the soft material in your hands, the clean training uniform, a personal room, an adjacent bathroom just for yourself

Liu Kang had managed to bring peace to all of the realms here, and he must be a powerful god to do so, perhaps the god would be able to protect you from the wrath of Shang Tsung

and so, you train at the Fire Temple with the other monks, you meet his champions and become friends with them, you grow closer with Liu Kang as he talks to you over tea

he doesn’t poke or prod, just listens and hums, filling in the empty silence with his own words to keep the conversation going

day by day, you relax, you stop checking every corner for danger, you stop guarding your food like it’s your last and only meal, your stop pushing and straining your body until you collapse during training sessions

you feel your spirits lift, your body feels lighter, the world seems brighter and warmer and better

you sit next to Liu Kang, talking to him about a flower you saw yesterday, how beautiful it was and how it bloomed in the sun

it was something you had never really seen, no Shang Tsung’s realm was just full of death and anger and husks, nothing alive was there, nothing beautiful existed

he asks you more about the realm you’re from, how different everything is, if the counterparts of his champions live with Shang Tsung

you clear your throat, fingers gripping onto the teacup as you think and dredge up the memories

you tell him about Shang Tsung’s champions, about how Lord Raiden and Fujin still exist but do the bidding of Shang Tsung to clear and conquer the realms

you tell him about how screams constantly fill the air, how blood stains the ground and leaves the permanent sickly smell of iron in the air

you tell him how Liu Kang also exists in Shang Tsung’s universe, how he is much crueler, angrier, fast to fuse and killed without remorse

Shang Tsung’s Liu Kang was the perfect lap dog and weapon against any unruly civilians or protests or civil wars in the realms

he was Shang Tsung’s best fighter, and if Liu Kang wanted to, he could snap your neck easily, break you in half and not even bat an eyelash

you flinch as you feel Liu Kang place a hand on your thigh, drawing you out of the memories, and he smiles at you, a little concerned

he tells you you do not have to worry about that, that he will keep you safe from Shang Tsung, that you do not deserve to wilt in such an environment

it makes your heart warm as you blush and tilt your head away to hide your face and sip on your tea

after that day, the relationship between you and Liu Kang shifts

he’s much closer to you, much more handsy and touchy, and he always finds time to bring you bouquets of flowers from his personal gardens

you find yourself leaning into his touch, seeking him every time you walk into a room, reaching out to brush your fingers against his when you two stand close to each other

you lay in a field, an off day to relax from training, and you read a book, something that you hadn’t learned how to do until you came to this realm

it was fascinating, the characters, the words, and it was quite entertaining

you don’t even have to look up to know Liu Kang approaches you, and he sits next to you and glances at what you’re reading

he passes you a cup of tea silently and lets you read in a comfortable silence as he skims the pages while you go over the sentences

finally, you reach the end of your chapter and set the book down to look at Liu Kang, and you hadn’t realized how close his face was to yours

you flush but don’t move away, and he doesn’t either

instead, he leans in a little closer to you, bringing his hand up to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear, and you bring your hand up to cup his and bring it to your cheek

he holds onto your face gently, carefully, as if you would break

you tilt your head back, and he leans his head down, lips only a breath apart, so close to touching you, kissing you

the alarm bells ring in the courtyard, and the both of you jolt from your hazy daydream and back into reality as you stand up and rush to the main courtyard

you find Shang Tsung standing in front of a dark portal, clutching onto the neck of a monk and draining them of their power before dropping them to the ground as a husk

the titan spots you and gives a wide smile, but you can feel and hear the malice in his voice, how he’s going to make you regret for you decision to turn against him

you ready your stance, ready to fight him, but Liu Kang pushes you behind him, shielding you away from Shang Tsung’s maniacal glare

he laughs at how protective Liu Kang has grown of you before he starts to insult you, calling you a dirty traitor, a good for nothing harlot, how you’re useless and a pathetic excuse of a warrior

Liu Kang scowls at the words and his fists light into flame, and Shang Tsung smiles and continues his insults

you see him ready his claws, his powers glowing in his hands, and you know that this not an encounter Liu Kang will survive if you don’t intervene

as Liu Kang lunges forward, you grab onto his clothes and pull him back, using your body weight and momentum to throw him to the floor and yourself forward into Shang Tsung’s body

you push him through the portal, and the titan grabs onto you tightly, bringing you through the portal with him

you catch a glance backward, and you see Liu Kang reaching out for you, his words forming a sound of anguish

and then the portal blinks away and you’re back in your own dimension

Shang Tsung throws you onto your back, causing your breath to disappear into the air, and he stabs his claws through your stomach, and blood spurts from your mouth

but you grit your teeth and bear through the pain as he slashes and claws and beats you within an inch of your life

your blood paints the ground in a twisted canvas, but Shang Tsung stops just a few seconds before dealing the landing blow

he calls over Liu Kang, and you see him come over to you, eyes no longer warm, hands cold and painful, and words sharp and jagged as he beats you to death

he smiles at you wickedly as he deals the final blow, and you hope that your Liu Kang has found a way to protect the peace of his realm as your last thought

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[foli-vora]

seeping into my senses

matt murdock x f!reader

a/n: that fucking gif holy jesus. um this is filthy and completely out of nowhere, i apologise.

word count: just over 1.6k

warnings: swearing, SMUT 18+ ONLY, masturbation (both f & m), using saliva as lube, praise kink, cum eating, the utter vision that is Matthew Murdock jerking off

"What do you want?" He breathes into your mouth, chasing the lingering taste of liquor and the fruity bubble-gum you'd stolen from Foggy hanging on your tongue.

"I want to watch you touch yourself," you murmur, teeth nipping sharply at his bottom lip.

He groans at the sting of it, his brows pinching as he feels you back away from his mouth. You linger close though, he can feel the warmth of your breath across his lips and his hands reflexively tighten where they sit on your hips.

"What?" He finally asks, tongue darting out across his lips as he fights to get a hold of his breath.

"You heard me, Murdock. I want to watch you."

His heart is erratic in his chest, beating heavily against his ribcage as your fingers delicately tug his tie loose and undo each button of his shirt.

The muscles of his stomach jump and flex under the your touch as you trace a finger over his skin, winding and curling softly over each shadow of a bruise and fresh scar that mars his torso.

"Would that be okay, baby?" You ask lowly, leaning forward to steal another taste of his lips and smiling when he groans quietly into your mouth.

"I think about it, you know... about how you'd look... it drives me fucking crazy, Matty."

He drops back into the cushions when you press a firm hand against his chest and push, his legs automatically spreading to make room for you to kneel on the floor before him.

You take in the pretty picture he makes on his couch, his shirt now crumpled and haphazardly shoved to the sides to give your eyes access to his skin.

A frown plays along the edges of his expression as he listens to you shift in front of him, ears picking up on the way your skin brushes against itself. Your thighs, he notes after a second more of listening. Your arousal thickens the air, sinking hot and heavy into his senses and his hands flex beside him with the need to reach for you.

"But what about you?"

It's against everything he goes by when it comes to sex. He was a giver, a sharer. Only touching himself and not you feels selfish, wrong.

You laugh softly, reaching for his hand and nuzzling into his palm, kissing his calloused skin as his thumb starts to smooth over your cheek.

"Oh Matty," you coo, "I'll be just fine. Imagine I'm not here..."

"Impossible," he mutters, lashes fluttering against his cheeks as his eyes flutter closed. His tongue sweeps along his lower lip, slow and purposeful, bringing the sweet tang of your arousal into his mouth and it sets fire to his veins.

You watch the deft movement of his fingers as they tug his belt loose and all but tear at his suit pants until they open, granting him the access to slide a hand beneath the fabric and pull his hard cock free.

It's automatic. A weak, borderline pathetic, noise falls from your throat at the sight of him, your stomach twisting and pussy clenching as the solid mass of it fills his hand, and a smug smirk tugs at his lips in response. Ass.

Your eyes flicker away from his face, soon captivated and completely entranced by the way his fingers curl around the thick length of his cock and squeeze, soon moving with a slow, experimental pump that has you squirming restlessly where you kneel on the floor.

He moves, briefly raising his fingers to his lips before they come away and smooth over the head of his length, his fingers painting his saliva over his skin and making it glisten in the light flooding the room from the window.

"You're so beautiful, Matty," you whisper in awe, eyes following his hand as it rewraps around his cock, fingers flexing and squeezing as he starts a slow, steady pace, his hand moving up and down his length with a barely there twist of his grip.

"Coming from you," he breathes, his brows deepening as he tightens his pressure a little further. "Can you do something for me, sweetheart?"

A little whine of affirmation is his answer, and the tug of a smirk returns to his lips.

"I want hear you. Touch yourself... cum with me."

Your heart is wild in his ears. Another wave of your arousal washes over him, filling his nose and seeping into his tongue, and his back arches against the cushions. He follows the shift of your legs, ears focusing on the way your bare skin slides along the hardwood flooring as your thighs part.

The quick drag of your skirt up your thighs follows, your fingers hastily tugging your panties aside until your fingers can swipe through your folds and he shudders at the slick sound of it.

"That's it, pretty girl," he breathes in approval, tongue darting to wet his dry lips. "Make yourself feel good for me."

You whine softly, fingers dipping into the heat of your cunt and rolling your hips against your hand when you push them deeper.

The skin of your palm bumps against your throbbing clit and shoots a flash of pleasure through your core, your walls spasming and clenching around your fingers as they languidly thrust in and out, the catch of your dry skin soon wetting with your flood of arousal.

"Can I have a little taste, sweetheart?"

He's smirking down at you when your eyes flutter open and focus on him, his hand still leisurely stroking his cock. Your pussy clenches around your fingers and you drag them out of your heat, carefully leaning up onto your knees and offering him the wet digits.

His mouth opens and his lips wrap around them, sucking on them softly as his tongue smooths along your skin and collects every bit of your slick from your fingers. His hand tightens around his cock, his hips unconsciously thrusting up into his hand as the taste of your pussy melts into his tongue.

You drag them from his mouth and sit back on your heels, eyes dropping to watch the way his pace increases, the slap of his hand almost desperate now as it works his cock. Your fingers dive for your aching clit, zeroing in on the swollen nerve and your body jolts with the first few tight little circles you rub over it.

He feels your body's reaction in the way air moves around your writhing body, hears it in the way your heart impossibly quickens in your chest, picks up on the light layer of sweat building along the back of your neck as it mixes with the heady scent of your arousal settling around him.

His head lulls back and rests on the back of his couch as his chest heaves from the frenzied movement of his hand, each rough drag of his hand around his cock intensifying the hot pressure building at the base of his spine.

You try and keep each frantic little circle you make over your clit in time with every savage thrust of his hand, unable to tear your eyes away from the fucking vision he makes getting himself off on his couch bathed in the red hue of the bright sign outside his window. 

"You look so fucking good, Matty," you puff softly, your hips rolling against your hand and your cunt clenching as you build the climax building in your core. "Make yourself cum. P-please - I want to watch it, watch you..."

He groans deeply, the muscles in his arm flexing and stiffening as he starts to chase his end. He focuses on you and each sharp inhale that catches in your throat, the obscene sound of your fingers working your clit and your dripping pussy clenching throwing him off the edge.

You watch in rapt attention, fingers still working against your clit as you watch it roll through him. His mouth opens, a broken gasp falling from his parted lips before his hips jolt, his free hand slamming into the couch beside him and clawing at the leather.

Milky white cum spurts from the tip of his cock and streaks ropes across his stomach, and the sinful image snaps the band tightening in your core.

You cum with your own silent cry, the muscles in your legs convulsing as your cunt spasms with the force of your climax. You fight the urge to close your eyes through it, not wanting to miss a single second of him finishing himself off.

He milks it for what its worth, practically forcing his cock to endure a few more softer thrusts through the overstimulation that makes his body jump, and you follow his lead, your toes curling as you fight the urge to pull away.

His hand finally stills, his softening cock still in grasp, and takes a shuddering breath in, tongue darting along his lips as he pants towards the ceiling. You hum softly as your orgasm fades into a pleasant buzz filling your body.

Leaning forward, you brace a hand against his pant clad thigh, feeling his muscles jump under your touch. Your tongue runs over his stomach, collecting the cum resting there and letting the warm salty tang of it sit on your taste buds before swallowing it down.

His hand comes to rest on the back of your head as you work quietly to clean him up, his fingers brushing down your cheek when he feels your head pull back slightly to look up at him. His thumb brushes the corner of your lips where a small drop of his cum lingers and he softly guides it into the wet heat of your mouth.

You suck on it softly before releasing it with a pop, reaching up to cup his jaw tenderly, the rough feel of his stubble comforting against your skin.

"How're you doin' up there, Matty?"

He scoffs quietly, lips curling into a lazy smile. "Just fine, sweetheart."

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[dmitriene]

𝗛𝗘 𝗪𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗗 𝗟𝗢𝗢𝗞 𝗗𝗔𝗠𝗡 𝗚𝗢𝗢𝗗 𝗜𝗡 𝗥𝗘𝗗, 𝗪𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗗𝗡'𝗧 𝗛𝗘?

❝𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗧❞ 𝘳𝘦4 𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥𝘺 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳. ❝𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗦❞ 𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞, 𝘚𝘔𝘜𝘛, 𝘗𝘜𝘙𝘌 𝘗𝘖𝘙𝘕, 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘪, 𝘴𝘶𝘣 𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱, 𝘶𝘯𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘷, 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘦, 𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘴𝘮 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘢𝘭, 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨. ❝𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥'𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘❞ 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬, 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵, 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥, 𝘪 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦'𝘴 𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵��𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳)

 ✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3. ˑ༄

In the dimly lit room, shadows danced with an air of anticipation, creating a sultry atmosphere that set the stage for the forbidden desires simmering between the two souls.

The crimson silk sheets underneath him, perfectly complementing his chiseled figure, added to the atmosphere — they rocked him, emphasizing his vulnerability, his submission to your will.

Leon's azure eyes, once filled with determination, now sparkled with a completely different intensity — they reflected endless oceans, deep and uncharted, offering a glimpse into the stormy seas of his soul.

The room was filled with the scent of salt and sea, a scent that hung in the air, always coming from the handsome man beneath you, whose hair lay spread out around him on the sheets.

The soft hum of the television in the back cut through the silence of the room, providing the soundtrack to the suffocating tension that engulfed the two of you, and the gentle noise of whispers became the backdrop to the symphony of your desires, heightening the mystery of your date.

Red ropes wrapped around Leon's wrists and ankles, creating intricate patterns that held him in place, the tight bindings leaving no room for resistance, leaving him vulnerable to your every whim.

His muscles, honed from countless missions, flexed beneath his pale skin, a testimony of strength that belied his predicament, and the scars that seemingly marred his flawless physique told tales of battles fought and won, of sacrifices made for the greater good.

These were the battle scars of a man who had dedicated his life to fighting danger, some marks remained on his chest — remnants of a close contact with death, and others adorned his thighs and arms, each of them a silent witness to the sacrifices he made for the world, who never truly understood the magnitude of his sacrifice.

His chest rose and fell in a hypnotic rhythm that mirrored the waves of the wild sea, the constant heaving of his chest adding to the sensuality of the moment, a silent plea for the waves of desire that threatened to engulf him.

His breathing was heavy, each exhalation carrying a note of longing, an unspoken invitation.

Leon's eyes never left your form, his dilated pupils like endless puddles that drew you in — they stared at you with an intensity bordering on desperation, as if he couldn't get enough of the sight before him.

They were wide, excited and vulnerable, betraying the longing that lived deep in his soul, his gaze a beacon in a dark room, an anchor in the storm of your shared desires.

The air thickened with anticipation as you approached him, your fingers tracing a graceful path along his taut chest, feeling the rough texture of his scars against your fingertips.

Each sign had its own story and you wanted to hear them all, your touch sending a shiver that ran down his spine, causing him to arch against the bonds that held him captive.

A quiet, almost imperceptible moan escaped Leon's lips, a sound that hung in the air like a secret between you, and the room seemed to close in around the two of you, creating a world in which only your desires mattered.

Time stood still as you explored the landscape of his body, discovering hidden corners that brought him to the brink of ecstasy.

The play of light and shadow on his skin enhanced the sensuality of the moment, it was a dance of contrasts, like the man himself, in a room filled with warm crimson shades, where the play of light and dark emphasized every curve and contour of his body.

The sheets under him were like a canvas, every touch and caress left its mark, evidence of the passion that was boiling between you.

When your lips met his, the taste of desire was sweeter than forbidden fruits, a reflection of the love and craving that brought you here, the totality of actions that happened.

Your lips part and he watches, eyes lidded, as you slowly lower yourself onto his throbbing member, your slickness enveloping him inch by inch, the feeling of your walls tightening, the way you stretch to accommodate him — an intoxicating mixture of pleasure and desire for both of you.

Leon lets out a deep, primal moan as the sensation washes over him, his body arching against the ropes, desperate for more.

— «Damn, you're feeling so good» he growls, his voice laced with need and desire because just the sight of you taking control and riding him at your own pace is enough to drive him crazy.

He couldn't help but let his eyes roam over your body, admiring the way your curves moved in perfect harmony with every movement, as his gaze became fixated on the way your breasts bounced with each thrust, the way your lips parted in ecstasy.

— «What a mockery» he wheezes, his voice is rough and full of hunger — «You know how to drive me crazy, don't you? Come on, take what you want, use me for your pleasure, f-fuuck» but he can’t help but enjoy the exchange of power, the way you dominate him even when he’s holding back.

It lights a fire within him, fueling his desire to please you, and his hips instinctively buck against the pain of the tight ropes, meeting your downward movements, desperate for deeper contact, receiving the sweetest moans from your lips when he bruising your cervix.

Now he is at your mercy, completely under your control, and he enjoys every moment, because the pleasure increases with every thrust, the tension and slickness of your core mercilessly squeezes him and he can’t hold back any longer.

With a primal growl, he presses against the restraints, nails scraping against the ropes, his muscles tensing as he desperately tries to take control of the situation, only for the knots to hold him in place, reminding him that he's at your mercy and he wouldn't have it any other ways.

As you continue to ride him, your movements become more deliberate and controlled — your hips rocking in a teasing rhythm, swaying against his throbbing cock as he watches in fascination as you slowly fuck yourself on his cock, loving every inch of his pulsating, wide length.

The sight of your body in motion, the way you take what you want is an intoxicating dance of desire and pleasure for Leon.

Your hands, free from restraint, roam over your body, caressing your breasts, teasing your nipples and tracing the curves of your waist and hips, the way you touch yourself only heightens the intensity of the moment, intensifying the sensations coursing through both of you.

He can’t help but moan in pleasure, his fingers curling into fists as he strains at the ropes — the feeling of your heat surrounding him, the tightness of your walls squeezing him, it’s pure ecstasy.

Each slow, deliberate movement sends waves of pleasure through his body, increasing in intensity, making him shiver, sweat.

— «Fuck» he exhales, his voice permeated with need, animality — «You're driving me crazy»

His words are low, husky, filled with desire, and he watches as your expression twists with pleasure, your eyes meeting his, igniting the fire between you, looking into his depths.

He feels the tension growing inside him, the need to relax, the desire for the tight coil to finally be released, but he wants to enjoy every moment, every sensation, he wants to push you to the brink of pleasure, make you completely lose yourself.

And with every thrust, he can’t help but encourage you, his voice filled with desire.

— «Come on, sweetheart, fuck yourself on me» he growls and his voice is filled with a mixture of authority and despair, in that submissively note, like a bitch in heat — «Take what you need, take me whole» the words fall from his lips, encouraging you as he gives in to the pleasure that flows through his veins like lava.

As you continue to fuck yourself onto his dick, sliding your wet walls along his shaft, the intensity increases and the pleasure builds in waves with each thrust.

The sounds of your bodies colliding, the humidity surrounding you and the heat of your sweat is a symphony of desire that brings you both closer to the edge on which you are teetering.

But you rise abruptly, denying him the release he so desperately craves, pushing him over the edge, and a cry of frustration escapes his lips, his body, already on the edge of ecstasy, protesting the sudden refusal with trembles.

He looks at you, his eyes pleading for your release, but you have other plans in mind.

With a mischievous smile, you grab his throbbing cock, teasing him with your skillful hand — your touch is both tormenting and teasing, it sends a noticeable shiver of pleasure through his body and he squirms against the restraints, his breathing becoming ragged as he struggles to maintain control.

— «Fuck, don't tease me like that» he manages to say, his voice filled with a mixture of desire and desperation, and the feeling of your hand stroking his shaft, the way you change pressure and speed, simultaneously drives him crazy and intoxicating, filling the space with squelching of his wet cock.

His hips buck involuntarily, trying to force more contact, but you remain firm, denying him the release he craves, that he whimpers pathetically.

His blues look up at you with hungry eyes, glued to your hand as it moves up and down his cock, each stroke bringing him closer to the edge, the intensity building with each passing moment, his body tense, his muscles clenching in anticipation as he struggling to hold back the impending orgasm.

— «Please» he whines almost in a whisper — «I need to cum, i can't take it anymore» the words come out of lips wet from licking and swollen from kisses, a plea filled with longing and need.

The desire to free himself, to give in to the overwhelming pleasure consumes his every thought and corner of his mind, but you continue to tease him, your hand working wonders, bringing him to the edge and then pulling him back, denying him again.

Frustration and longing intertwine to create a delicious torment that only intensifies the pleasure, he is completely at your mercy, completely under your control, and visibly enjoys the exquisite torture.

The pleasure reaches an unbearable crescendo and he couldn't help but let out a guttural groan of frustration and desire, every touch of your hand pushing him closer to orgasm, pleasure and torment merging into an intoxicating mixture as he teeters on the edge of the abyss, yearning for release but knowing that it in your hands, hands wet from his precum.

When Leon again feels the all consuming disappointment and melancholy growing inside him, his eyes fill with crystal tears from the denial of pleasure, he looks at you with half closed eyes, a mixture of despair and need is reflected in his gaze.

The intensity of the moment hung in the air as if time itself had slowed down, intensifying every sensation, slap and moan.

But just when Leon thinks he can’t take the teasing anymore, you lower yourself onto his cock again, impaling yourself all the way to the hilt, a primal moan of pleasure escaping his lips as his body arches in response.

The sudden feeling of your tightness enveloping him, coupled with the relief of finally having him inside you again, is overwhelming and he can't hold it in any longer.

Waves of pleasure crash through him, flowing through his body as his orgasm reaches a force that is impossible to resist — his back arches, his muscles tense as he plunges into you, his cum pouring out in hot, pulsating streams.

The incredible intensity of this moment takes his breath away, his moans of ecstasy filling the room, but you continue to ride him, the sensitivity of his erect cock making Leon whine and squirm under you.

Each movement brings forth waves of pleasure, a bittersweet mixture of pleasure and sensitivity, conflicting sensations that leave him in a state of blissful agony as his body trembles with each thrust.

— «Fuuckk» Leon manages to whimper between groans, his voice trembling with fatigue and satisfaction, words barely coherent — «You.. You're incredible»

As you continue to ride him, he gives in to the overwhelming sensations, a residual shiver of pleasure spreading throughout his body, completely at your mercy, at the mercy of the moment, completely consumed by the pleasure you are giving him.

Your movements become more focused on your own pleasure, and Leon watches with fluttering eyelashes as you explore your own body.

Your hands, skillful and dexterous, move to your nipples and sensitive bud, teasing and arousing you even more, and the sight of your indulgence only intensifies the desire running through his already seething veins.

With every thrust, you tighten your walls around his cock, squeezing like a vice, sending waves of pleasure through both of you, the feeling almost overwhelming as you take control of the shared pleasure, using him as a means to satisfy your own desires.

Leon feels the knot of orgasm building in his lower abdomen, which becomes tighter with every movement, and your walls squeeze his cock, milking him with an intensity that takes him to the next extreme, and with a pathetic howl of pleasure, he plunges into you, and his cum fills you to the brim while he succumbs to the overwhelming sensations.

Your own orgasm follows you, gushing and pulsing around his cock buried deep inside your cunt, the synchronicity of your climaxes creating an electrical connection, a shared moment of pure ecstasy as his cum drips from your walls and down his shaft.

You ride through waves of pleasure, your bodies intertwined, and he can't help but let out a mixture of sighs and moans, his husky voice laced with satisfaction and longing — «Fuck me, what a woman»

The intensity of this moment makes both of you breathless, only quiet giggles can be heard because of his words, and your bodies tremble from the last shocks of pleasure that you deliver, rolling your hips with intermittent moans.

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[wroteclassicaly]

A/N: There’s no point to this. I’m just feeling angsty and it came to mind…

Your fingers are cold, skin beginning to prickle with the burn of frost. You watch the digits grip the metal gate until your knuckles crack under pressure. You can’t see any of their stables, not with your blurred sclera. Your throat is confined to suffocation, body suffering trembles that aren’t a result of this brutal Midwestern winter. There’s a guilt burrowed deep within your chest cavity, twisting, knocking at your bones with an iron fist that demolishes your bones — dusts them to ash.

Would explain why you’re about to collapse.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay…” You’re using your spare hand to angrily wipe at your wind-kissed cheek, nose slick with snot.

But it’s not alright. You’re not alright.

Any normal human being could appreciate the happiness, the change in him that comes from finding what most of the world searches for. But you, the person who actually cared for him, watched out for, held all his secrets despite dangers to your own life — you’re the single soul that can’t find any joy in what he’d laid on you merely moments ago… You never anticipated seeing the day where your best-friend would give up his disconnected ways and find someone to share things with that isn’t you, that’s more than a quick fuck and forget. Sure he had girls, he had them a lot — various ones, never you. And that was okay, as long as it wasn’t serious.

Until he told you in his bedroom when you were dressing the healing dissolvables below his lower lids.

“Thinkin’ I might’ve found somethin’ good for my future with this one. Who would’ve thought, right? Especially after all this?” He didn’t mean for his fingers to graze your wrist when he motioned to his healing, slightly marred skin. It wasn’t unusual, but it stung this time, literally winding you.

In record time, you applied the cooling antiseptic and went to retrieve your purse. He’d frowned at this, looking at you with a tilted head full of messy, freshly grown out tresses. “I thought we were watching that stupid ass lifetime movie you wanted? Ya know… now that I can actually see it.” He’d winked your way, something your knees would’ve started shaking upon receiving. You were completely dead weighted in your legs and feather light in your guts.

In hindsight, it was a pathetic answer, but it left your lips before you could prevent it. “No thanks.”

You didn’t let him respond, just pulled on your coat, said you had to go, and made it halfway down the drive of Nadine’s new property, before you booked it to the stables and fell against the gate. And the fucking guilt is devouring you piece by piece.

How do you make peace with a future with someone that will never be what your soul has been primed for it to be? He’ll be in your life, sure, but you’ll have to be a dutiful friend and stuff everything down, knowing that you can’t involve yourself with another person, because they won’t be him. Your brain is a goddamned hamster wheel and you can’t get off, dizzy and nauseous. Your coat weighs too much, your clothing itches. Everything that you found right in this world is now wrong. A piling of packed snow crunches beneath leather combats.

Gator go away, go away, Gator.

You don’t look in his direction, his cedarwood cologne brimming your nostrils, the sound of his lips as they wrap around that dumb ass vape, causing a stirring hiss from the hit, and then he’s pocketing it, approaching you like every doe he used to (regretfully) hunt during season. On relaxed elbows, he plants his arms beside yours, his leather jacket flexing over defined muscles. You still pretend to be lost to the view, but by now, he knows you’re bullshitting him. A deep sigh escapes his mouth and he’s nudging you.

“You looked at me when my eyeballs looked like melted butter, so you’re not gonna give me common courtesy now? What’s wrong with you?” He tries to make light, but you know he’s worried about your rejection — his one solid person, his safe space. Or you were before her.

“I said I had to go.” You’re shocked that it comes out without the wavering that threatens to cave in on your throat muscles.

Gator is displeased by this answer. “Talk to me, please. You always talk to me. We tell each other everything, don’t we? I trust you, you trust me. Sort of our dynamic, ya know?”

“Not about this.” A quick glance to the left and you’re pretending to wipe your nose, but Gator knows better. You’ve been crying.

He tries to approach you carefully, in a way that regards your feelings before his own. You beat him to the invisible punch line, the smell of your shampoo and body wash invading his upped senses as you raise to press a chaste kiss with chapped lips to his pink dusted cheek. You don’t say anything more, simply leaving him behind like so many before…

He’ll be okay though. She’ll be around for their date tonight.

And you? You’ll be in the dark of your room, nursing a glass bottle that’s half full of amber liquid, staring at the bus ticket in your palm…

It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay…

// Eat me paragraph //

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[you-remind-me-of-the-babe]

Hiya friends! I’m 38 today! I’m at that age where I have to do the math to double and triple check I am giving the right age. Happy Birthday to me! LOL

Now that all of my WIPs and long fics are finished I’m feeling sort of adrift. What should I work on? Should I sign up for some fests or just dabble in some docs and see what comes of it? I do best when I write every day or nearly every day, so I started a few things and have decided to work on them a bit each day to see where that takes me and to keep flexing my writing muscles. We shall see what comes of it. @mooncello posted something about trying to write 200 words a day and that sounded sufficiently not as intimidating as the word count people go for during Nanowrimo so I thought I’d try for 250/day on average and see if I can hit that goal by the end of January. So far, I’m ahead, but I’m also still on break, so we’ll see how that goes when I go back to work tomorrow.

Here’s a bit of something I started the other day. I took the kiddos to the roller rink and as always I was mesmerized by those skaters who occupy the center of the rink, doing tricks and being cool as hell. so then of course I had the “what if Snowbaz” thought and started writing it. Here’s some Simon who will…not be that person:

“Shit!” I yelp, clutching her hand and swinging my other arm widely to try and stay upright.

“You’re fine!” she says and I think I am, though only just. I don’t know how it’ll go when I try again, though. I shuffle forward a bit, trying to step more than skate, and it seems to keep me from falling and embarrassing myself, so I keep it up for a few paces, but it’s painfully slow, and I know Ags will get annoyed with me soon.

Bruno Mars croons through the speakers and a gaggle of seven year old girls sail past me. This is such horseshit.

Now I just need to work on Baz’s “Open Sesame” moment when Simon sees him skating in the middle.

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