Juniper peers up at the younger Asgardian prince, contemplating her next move. He’s right. Everyone else had warned her about him, but that only made the chase even more exciting. Truthfully, her feelings for him, her innate desire began the day they met. She bit back her tongue every time she wanted to whisper something in his ear, or kiss his lips softly. That’s not what the guest was supposed to do.
“What’s not to want? Tall, Dark, Powerful, handsome.” she emphasizes her words.
“Powerful indeed.” Loki tilted his head, watching the little blonde. “Well, then. As much as I’m sure you’re pretty on your knees, I’d rather not risk being caught and killed on the belief that I forced you into anything. Shall we go to my room?” he asked, green eyes taking her in.
Steve whimpered softly, moaning as Peter sucked at him, touched and teased him. Everything his husband did brought him a little bit more out of the memories of the mission and more into being focused on finally being home once more. “Trust you more than anyone,” he whispered, titling his head to one side as Peter’s mouth found his neck and the other’s hand wrapped around and stroked them both.
Peter moved slowly, taking his time as he did so, stroking his hand just a little faster as he kissed up Steve’s neck and leaned to kiss his husband deeply. “You can always trust me, Steve. I will never, ever, hurt you.” he swore softly. He kissed a trail down Steve’s body, reaching to grab their lube and coat his fingers. While he kissed along Steve’s chest, biting little bruises into the skin that would fade in time, his fingers moved to tease at Steve’s entrance, easing one finger into the blonde. “Gonna take good care of you, baby. My love, my mate, my husband.” he whispered. “Focus on me and come home.”
Theo had just kissed the other, silencing him before he spoke again. “what is this? is this what I think it is?” stiles mentioned. Theo slowly rested his forehead on the others. “Is this not what you want?” he stated. “I know you’ve been trying to drop hints…and hopefully you didn’t lead me on.”
Stiles had been ranting about something, he couldn’t even remember what it was anymore because his brain had scrambled the moment Theo had pulled him in and actually kissed him. “I…have been looking.” Staring was a more adequate term, though, and luckily not many had noticed. He had hoped he’d been subtle enough to keep his crush on the other quiet. But now Theo was kissing him and Stiles really didn’t want to stop. “I didn’t think anyone noticed.” his voice was soft, surprised and he licked his lips, honey gold eyes opening to look at Theo. “Kiss me again?” he asked a little breathlessly.
Spending most of the day moving had exhausted Tristan, despite the fact he had done very little of the heavy lifting himself. He was now carrying the last few small boxes to his apartment when he heard a voice – a seemingly familiar one – so he turned around with a polite smile plastered on his face. “No, I’m okay, thanks.” Wait… “Oh my god! No way!”
Never one for subtleties and not a fan of small signs of affection, he put the boxes in his hands down and wrapped his arms tightly around the man, pulling him into an embrace. It was a good job that he’d taped the small boxes up, embarrassed to admit that there were definitely some pictures of the two of them tucked away in there somewhere.
“It’s been years.”
Thor was speechless for a moment as Tristan turned around. “Tris?!” he asked, hugging the other close and fighting the urge to bury his face in the curve of a neck he remembered leaving beautiful marks all over. “My gods, how are you?” he asked, grinning as he released him. He himself had filled out quite nicely with all the digs and such. He couldn’t help but smile, enjoying looking over Tristan and not bothering to hide it. “I didn’t realize you were moving in.” he said, reaching to draw him into another hug. “Since right after graduation, yeah. It’s been a little crazy, but I’m so happy to see you. Let me help, please.”
kind reminder that roleplaying is a hobby . do not apologise for not writing or not being on , this is not an obligation . always take your time , do not pressure yourself . replies don’t have a due date & you don’t owe anything to anyone . as amazing as it feels to see your work being appreciated by your peers , remember you’re doing this for YOU . your own enjoyment , maybe even your escape . bad days are just bad days , they don’t make you a worse writer . everyone has some days where inspiration strikes them & everyone has days where no words seem to sound good . that is okay , don’t torture yourself about it . not everyone is going to like you , that’s just life . keep those who do close & don’t try to change your writing / blog / muse to fit anyone’s criteria of what is ‘ good ’ . take care of yourself .
Ok but you know what trope I love and don’t get NEARLY enough of?
Accidental sex
“Anything you can do I can do better INCLUDING THAT” sex
“You played a prank on me and now I’m going to play one on you except oops this accidentally got hot” sex
“You made an inaccurate assumption about *insert sexual or sexuality misnomer here* and I’m going to teach you the truth” sex
“You think you’re so smart so I’m going to teach you a lesson” sex
“Do you think I look good/hot/provocative in this? Wait is this turning you on???” sex
“You don’t know what *insert kink here* is and I’m really bad at explaining things and now we’re doing it oops” sex
“I bet I can dance/move/act like that and I don’t even have to be a dancer/stripper/actor/whatever wait are you turned on?” sex
“I lost a bet to you and the circumstances were supposed to be a joke but I took them seriously” sex
“You were joking about something and I took you seriously” sex
“You seem to think that __ won’t feel good and I intend to prove you wrong” sex
“You’re intentionally getting under my skin so I threaten to spank you/playfully spank you and now you look like you just got banged against a wall” sex
“I didn’t know you were a sub and when I called you a good boy/girl you almost cried” sex
“I didn’t know you were a dom and when I called you Sir/Ma’am you almost jumped me” sex
“Playing a prank on our freinds to make them think we’re a couple and now we’re in bed together” sex
“I’m fixing you *insert appliance/furniture/house thing hee* for you and now I’m sweaty and half naked and you’re drooling” sex
“I noticed the way you were watching me eat this popsicle so I purposely started making it an inuendo and now we’re both hot and bothered” sex
“Haha that thing they do in movies/porn/online is so corny like no way that’s actually hot haha oops it is” sex
“Freinds can totally watch porn together and nothing can happen…. no they can’t” sex
“I showed you *insert sexual thing here* as a joke but you’re actually turned on” sex
“You found my sex toys and I teasingly offered to demonstrate them welp here we are” sex
“I started pretending to dirty talk to you an hour ago and it stopped being pretending 58 minutes ago” sex
“All I’m saying is that I’ve been told I’m a good lay, wanna find out?” sex
“You said you don’t like __ but I bet the people you were with just don’t know how to do it, I, however, have experience and bet I could make you like it” sex
“We platonically slept together last night because of circumstances and we both woke up horny” sex
“This started as a tickle fight and it isn’t tickling anymore” sex
“We’re just bros being bros and doing something 100% platonic but somehow we’re turning eachother on because of not-so-burried feelings for eachother and we can’t make it stop” sex
He had somehow gotten a hold of a file that was labeled pretty much top level shield, he frowned as he read it. On the tab the name read “James Buchanan Barnes – Classified” his jaw clenched as he read further.
Bucky had been out scouting their little hidden place. It was off radar and far enough out of anyone’s reach that they were safe, but as Bucky recovered from his continuous resets as Winter, he was paranoid and would often disappear for days to make sure they were indeed on their own. He was walking back in the door when he saw Brock reading a file. “What’s that?” he asked, tilting his head.
Steve didn’t sleep often, and tonight was one of the nights where his mind was wandering about those he had lost. Tonight, after pouring a drink despite his inability to get inebriated, he found himself sitting on the open patio, blue eyes watching the lighted pool and out beyond the compound, quiet as he thought. Lost in his own mind, he didn’t note the time ticking by as the sun set and the moon rose up from the horizon.
Stiles was quiet for several moments, thinking of what Derek had said. “You’re probably right,” he said quietly. “That night in the woods…” He looked over at Peter. “The night you bit Scott…. I think I already knew you were there, honestly. I remember feeling… something. That night I dreamed of the fire at the manor.” He looked back down at his food. “Of course, looking back, I don’t think I knew it was that particular fire. I just… remember dreaming about it. And when Scott started going through everything, I just had this… knowledge about it all that just came from seemingly nowhere.” He pushed the food around on his plate for a bit before taking a few small bites.
“Deaton said it was just my own internal magic and knowledge coming out because it finally had a reason to manifest. I just didn’t know how to use it until later on…”
Peter looked away at the mention of his first time as an alpha, still uncomfortable to talk about it to this day. “You were only like ten when the fire happened, Stiles. The fact that you put together it was the fire years later is astounding.” he replied, reaching to run his fingers through Stiles’ hair. “Regardless, this situation has been rough on all of us, and it’s our job to make sure you’re alright.” he replied, frowning a little when their little druids usually fierce appetite seemed smaller. “Try to eat, Stiles. We’re going to take care of you and you don’t have see Scott for the rest of the weekend. We’ll handle the issue about school later.” he promised.
Derek leaned to kiss Stiles’ head. “Eat and we’ll get you a shower and then you can sleep, I promise.”
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