- One In The Same -

“So you’re… gay?”

Steve Harrington tilts his chin to catch the eyes of Mike Wheeler, but he only has them for a split moment- before Mike’s eyes are focused back on the woods that surround Steve’s house.

“Bisexual, but yeah.” Steve shrugs.

“But you dated Nancy? And Heidi? And-”

“Just because I’ve only ever dated girls before— it doesn’t mean that I’m not still into dudes.” Steve says softly, before he shrugs again. “I’ve thought plenty of dudes were hot-”

“Like who?” Mike spits. Steve knows he doesn’t really mean it.

“Harrison Ford, Dio, Tommy H.,” Steve ticks each name with his fingers. “But I think girls are still, wow, y’know? Brooke Shields, Carrie Fisher, even Molly Ringwald.”

“I just-” Mike blows out a sharp breath from his nose, and his dark eyes cut back to Steve. “I was with El for so long.”

And there it is. Steve hums, soft and prompting, and Mike huffs again as he tilts his head down to look at his clasped hands. He’s fiddling with the friendship bracelet there, the one that matches the one around Steve’s wrist, the one that every member of The Party wears.

“And I was with Nancy for a while, too.” Steve shrugs again. Turns when he can feel heat on his back, catches the eyes of his boyfriend, and just waves a hand in his general direction. Knows he’ll get it. He does. Steve turns back to put all of his attention onto Mike again. “Doesn’t mean that all I felt for her wasn’t real, it was.”

“I-” Mike huffs. “I wasn’t sad when El broke up with me. Not when I can see that she’s all happy with Lucas and Max.”

“Mhm?” Steve hums.

“And like, part of me thinks I deserve it? Like, I want to be happy for Will. I really do.” Mike sniffles slightly, his brows raise and disappear underneath Mike’s bangs. “But like, I’m also sad? Like can I be sad? I’m not sad he’s happy I just…”

“You… just wish you were the person making him happy?” Steve suggests, voice soft and like syrup. Mike nods. “That’s okay.”

“Is it?” Mike’s voice is sharp again. “Because I’m not, I’m not mad at Max for making El happy. I’m not mad at Lucas for making El happy.”

“No?” Steve twists, plants his back against one of the pillars of his back porch, and quirks one of his eyebrows.

“No, it, I-” Mike groans before he runs a splayed hand over his face and sighs. His eyes cut back to Steve’s, and his brows furrow. “Are you mad at Nancy and Robin for dating?”

“No.” Steve answers resolutely. “Nance and I, we ran our course.” Steve sighs. “And there is always going to be a part of me that loves your sister, but it… just not in that way anymore.”

“Because you’re gay?” Mike questions.

“Because people are allowed to change.” Steve keeps his eyes closed as he tilts his head back to rest against the pillar. “You’re allowed to change your mind about things. About people. About the things you like and enjoy.”

“Like how Lucas joined the basketball team?”

“Sure.” Steve shrugs. “Or like how Ellie is planning on joining the cheer squad.” Mike’s nose crinkles, and Steve bites back a laugh. “Or like how Dustin usually plays a bard, but is giving a go at a paladin the next campaign you nerds play.”

“But I… I was an asshole.” Mike sniffles again, and Steve nods. “Like, I was so mean to you and to Will and to just… to- I was just a terrible person.”

“Maybe you weren’t a terrible person,” Steve says softly, coaxing. “Maybe you were just fourteen.”

“But-” Mike sniffles, uses the palm of his hand to wipe angrily at his cheek. “I was so mean to Will and to El and to just everyone. Including you and you’re out here talking to me instead of inside-”

“You’re one of my kids, Wheeler.” Steve cuts in, a little sharp to get Mike to cut himself off. “One of mine.”

“But I’m not, I’m not Dustin.” Mike sniffles again, scrubs at his cheek with his sleeve again. “Or Max or El-”

“No, no you’re not.” Steve ignores the way Mike deflates. “Dustin is my brother, and Max and Ellie are my sisters- but you.” Steve sighs, soft again as he watches the fifteen year old next to him. “I think you’re my favorite out of the brats, kiddo.”

Mikes head jerks up, eyes wide and searching and a type of earnest that makes Steve ache. Mike’s bottom lip wobbles, just slightly, before he nods.

“So it’s, I’m-” Mike huffs. “Not a terrible person?”

“You’re fifteen,” Steve says. “You’re just fifteen.”

“Okay.” Mike nods before he lets himself look at Steve again. “So it’s, I’m, not terrible if I’m sad or something about Will and Gareth?”

“Nope.” Steve doesn’t push.

“Okay.” Mike nods, before he stands on shaking legs. “I’m gonna, uh, go wash my face.”

“Alright, use my bathroom upstairs if you need.”

Steve is quiet and just watches the trees as Mike walks back inside, but he turns his head slightly when he hears the back sliding door open again.

“Baby love,” Eddie murmurs as he comes, coming right behind Steve to press a soft kiss to the very top of Steve’s head. “You and Wheeler okay?”

“Mhm,” Steve nods, but let’s Eddie direct him to lean into his chest anyway. Smiles as he glances down at Eddie’s sock-clad feet, toes wiggling as he shimmies to be able to cradle Steve to his chest. “Mike’s jealous of Gareth.”

“Oh shit,” Eddie breathes, and Steve hums again as Eddie nuzzles a kiss into the area where Steve knows there’s still a hicky that’s been bitten into his flesh. “What’d you say?”

“Told him he’s just fifteen.” Steve shrugs as if that explains it, and at Eddie’s soft hum- Steve knows it sort-of does. “They’re all just fifteen.”

“Nah, Gareth is sixteen.” Eddie nuzzles another kiss against Steve’s neck. Steve feels Eddie smile into the skin there, feels the slight stubble as Eddie rubs his cheek against Steve. “And he’ll still run away from you screaming if you try and adopt him.”

“For now.” Steve bites, but there’s no heat there.

“For always.” Eddie adjusts his hold, taps a light beat against Steve’s abdomen with a drum of his fingertips. “I love you.”

“I love you too, baby.” Steve turns to be able to press a soft kiss to the swell of Eddie’s scarred cheek, and Steve smiles at the feeling of it under his lips. “Do we need to get back inside?”

“Probably,” Eddie hums, before he wiggles his fingers again. “Max and Ellie are not-so patiently waiting for you to join them again so you all can finish watching The Breakfast Club.”

“I’m telling you, it’s gonna be a cult classic.” Steve says as he feels Eddie pull himself away.

Steve smiles though when Eddie helps him up, a soft hand lingering and eventually staying on the small of Steve’s back. Eddie smiles down at Steve before he cocks his head slightly, and then leans down to press a kiss to Steve’s forehead.

“For the record?” Eddie cuts his eyes back up to Steve’s, doe-eyed and glimmering, before he’s talking. “You were just seventeen.”

Steve nods. Eddie smiles, and tilts his head in a gesture toward the backdoor.

“C’mon, sweetheart.”

Steve smiles and lets himself follow.

-

wrote this based off of ‘this text post’ that i saw on here— and then had this come to mind. bit of mike wheeler angst, smidge of soft steddie, background ronance, elumax, and greatwise.

25 Romance Dialogue Prompts

"I'm not leaving."

"You're absolutely incredible."

"I've never loved someone like you."

"I think you're too far away."

"Can I kiss you?"

"Are you jealous?"

"Will you marry me?"

"You're being particularly annoying."

"You really like them, don't you?"

"What are you smiling about?"

"You look beautiful."

"Will you move in with me?"

"Let me do your hair."

"I don't want to sleep without you."

"I made you dinner."

"You don't have to do that."

"I want to hold your hand."

"Will you stay?"

"Come here, I'll carry you."

"Take a bath with me."

"You're ridiculous."

"Did you just call me babe?"

"Can I have this dance?"

"My mom/dad/parent is going to love you."

"I love your laugh."

&. 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  we  love  angst  on  this  blog,  what  can  we  say.  here’s  some  more  dialogue  prompts  for  you.  a  warning  for  potentially  triggering  themes  below.  )

❛ everything you touch, you ruin. ❜

❛ the only one who gets to kill you, is me. ❜

❛ you can’t make me disappear. ❜

❛ memories are only there to make you bleed. ❜

❛ i don’t need your permission. ❜

❛ don’t shut me out like this. ❜

❛ the less you know, the better. ❜

❛ i won’t stop killing until you kill me. ❜

❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜

❛ you think i felt something for you? you’ve forgotten what i am. ❜

❛ the last time we talked, didn’t you say you wanted to kill me? ❜

❛ i felt something loosen in me that shouldn’t have been loosened. ❜

❛ pull yourself together. we have work to do. ❜

❛ stay back, i have a demon inside of me. ❜

❛ let me get closer, i have a hell inside of me where your demon can live. ❜

❛ people like that don’t deserve to live. ❜

❛ just do what you’re told. like you always do. ❜

❛ why do you have to make everyone hate you? ❜

❛ it’s better that you don’t get involved. ❜

❛ i’d do anything to make you stay. ❜

❛ who cares if it bleeds. ❜

❛ is this what you think love is? ❜

❛ just breathe through it. it gets easier. ❜

❛ don’t pretend that you cared about me. ❜

❛ i’m starting to think you like wasting my time. ❜

❛ we wouldn’t be alive if it weren’t for me. ❜

❛ i will never, ever, give you a moment’s peace. ❜

❛ the world doesn’t hate us. but it doesn’t love us either. ❜

❛ it hurts that you still can’t trust me after all this time. ❜

❛ a darkness with voices is better than a silent void. ❜

❛ it’s safer to be feared, than loved. ❜

❛ am i not good enough for you? ❜

❛ a burnt child loves the fire. ❜

❛ i’m tired of dying. ❜

❛ what if you hurt because it feels good? ❜

❛ don’t try to fix me, i’m not broken. ❜

❛ if you want me to die, you can just say so. ❜

❛ you don’t have to be afraid of who you are. ❜

❛ that line disappears once you cross it. ❜

❛ how can i believe you after all you’ve done? ❜

❛ i won’t let you forget about me. ❜

❛ the person you once knew me as, died. ❜

❛ are you going to leave me again? ❜

❛ i have nothing i could offer you. ❜

❛ no one is going to save you. no one can. ❜

❛ maybe you’re / i’m already dead. ❜ 

❛ you have blood on your hands. ❜

❛ what, can’t take a punch? ❜

❛ i’m your mind giving you someone to talk to. ❜

❛ you have to step out of this darkness and let them see you for who you are, like i have. ❜

✨ Jealousy is a strong motivator 🤭 ✨ . . Of course Wade would be the one to tip Loki over the edge with jealousy xD Should I make a part 2 with a lokius kiss? 💕

jj x john b’s little sister will always have a special place in my heart. Especially when she’s been pining over him since they were kids, the built up tension, the way they act like a couple but they’re not, ugh!

no bc this is my favourite trope with jj 😭 it's just so fitting and honestly nothing hits like a good brother's best friend trope (at least for me)

You were lying in bed, mindlessly scrolling through your phone when you hear your front door open, followed by the clunking of heavy shoes against the hardwood floors as they walked their way through your home.

At first, you panicked. Was this it? Were you about to get murdered in the comfort of your own home, warm and cozy in your bed? But then it clicked. There was only one person you knew who had loud footsteps like that. He had messy blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes, a cheeky grin. He was most likely wearing one of his worn out cut-offs, and black timberland boots.

Those staple shoes of his were definitely the culprit.

Your doorknob twisted open slowly, and there JJ was. Stumbling into your room with a hazy smile on his face. He tripped over his foot upon entry, leading him to kick his boots off clumsily.

"J, what the hell are you doing? I thought you were Freddy Krueger or something, jeez."

He plopped onto your bed, using one hand to pluck your phone from your hand and toss it to the other side of your bed. He laid between your legs, resting his head against your stomach and wrapping his arms around your waist.

Butterflies erupted in your stomach instantly. Being this close and cozy wasn't new for the two of you; you'd been touchy since you were kids. Endless piggyback rides, cuddling sessions during movie nights, playing with each other's hair, that was just the two of you in your normal state. That's what happens when you've known someone since you were in elementary school.

"Hi," he murmured, nuzzling into you as he got comfy. "You smell good."

Your brows furrowed as you held back a laugh. "Are you drunk?"

"No." A moment of silence passed, and then he spoke up again. "Maybe."

"Okay, and where's my brother?"

"Ditched me for his kook girlfriend."

You hummed in response, starting to weave your fingers through his sun-kissed locks. You heard him sigh in content, and he hooked his legs over one of yours.

"D'you wanna get high?" JJ asked, breaking the silence.

Your hand crept down to his cheek, stroking it with your thumb gently. "I think you're intoxicated enough, Maybank."

He picked his head up, his chin now resting where the left side of his face was previously smushed against. He smiled, his eyelids half closed. "You're always takin' care o'me. So sweet, like candy."

"You always need to be taken care of," you joked in response. The small huff of laughter he let out was like music to your ears. You could listen to it on repeat for the rest of your days, and it'd always be your favourite soundtrack.

His eyes seemed to glimmer as he zoned in on yours again. He released a sigh, before reaching up and cupping your cheek. "You're so beautiful."

Your heart fluttered. You were used to JJ's unrelenting flirtations, but he'd never said anything like that to you. It'd always been lookin' good, mini routledge, or we should makeout. y'know, for science.

"Don't. You're only saying that 'cause you're drunk. It's mean."

His brow arched. "Me thinking you're beautiful is mean? I don't get it."

"It's mean because it's just the alcohol talking," you explained. "You don't really mean it, J."

"I do mean it. Why do you think I'm starin' at you all the time? I have to force myself to keep my eyes off you."

He was pulling at your heartstrings, saying all the things you'd been longing to hear from his mouth for as long as you could remember. It almost felt cruel; the fact that he could say these things so casually as if the memory wouldn't be burned into your brain until the end of time.

"Go to sleep, JJ. We'll talk in the morning," you spoke, eyes darting away from his as you changed the topic.

JJ removed himself from your hold, scooting up next to you and using his index finger and thumb to guide your gaze onto him. His eyes were softened, so vulnerable as they looked at you. He wore a small pout, too, only making you want to plant a kiss on it and wash it away.

"I know 'm an idiot. But one of these days, I'm gonna get my head outta my ass and tell you that I got a major thing for you," he said. "You're gonna be my girl, princess. I'm not sure of much, but I am sure of that."

And with that, he laid his head down on the pillow next to yours, slinging an arm over your waist and cuddling into your side.

"Good night, beautiful."

concepts

OBSESSED

slumber party ( regulus black + reader )

summary: regulus black ends up crashing the slumber party and needless to say, he has other plans for you.

warnings: minors, for the love of all that is good please do not interact: slight innocence kink!, some somnophilia, noncon elements, overall dark content, perverted regulus black, oblivious friends.

word count: 1,515

"regulus! you need to be quiet before my parents hear." pandora scolded him through gritted teeth. the two of you were grabbing onto his arms to pull him up to your window after he had so valiantly made the climb up from the ground. pandora's parents were long asleep by now and were under the impression that you, her, and dorcas were all having a slumber party. an innocent slumber party between the girls. that was, of course, until regulus sent owl after owl begging to come over.

regulus flopped onto the bedroom floor with a thud, using the palm of his hands to pull himself up and the rest of himself through the window. "hey! you try climbing that vine-" regulus objected as pandora closed the window.

"what? crouch and rosier too busy for you?" dorcas laughed, causing a giggle to escape not only your lips but pandora's as well.

"not sure. didn't even ask." regulus announced, he moved over to the edge of pandora's blue bed and sat down beside you. one of his arms went to wrap around your shoulder. it was friendly, and yet, his arm pulled you in close. his fingertips grazed the bare skin of your thigh before resting his arm behind you. his side was touching yours but he didn't even do as much as look at you. "i would much rather be here with you girls to be honest." regulus confessed, his green eyes finally looking down to meet your own. he only caught your eyes for a moment, maybe two, before he looked back to the group of girls.

"yeah, sure. whatever you say, reggie." you quipped lightly, a smile tearing at the corners of your mouth. regulus turned back to you, grey eyes narrowing as you let out a small giggle.

"i'm being serious!" regulus exclaimed, putting his hands up playfully. pandora's eyes narrowing on him. "please, continue what you were doing. i would love to participate." he urged to them.

"no way! y/n was talking about boys-" dorcas was quick to throw you under the bus, chuckling a bit as she did so. you face went pink and your legs were soon brought up to your chest.

"no i wasn't!" you yelped in a failed attempt to defend yourself and get your friends to shut their fucking mouths'.

"okay fine she was talking about a boy-" pandora chimed in you grabbed a near by stuffy on her bed and threw it at her head. the blonde dodged only to snicker.

"a boy?" regulus questioned, raising one of his slender eyebrows. "what's this boys name?" regulus question, he was seething with obvious jealousy and you were sulking in embarrassment.

"there's no boy- can we please just talk about something else?" you were practically begging your friends at this point. the sides of your face were turning practically as pink as your pajamas. regulus's eyes did not move from you, his dark wisps of hair falling in his face practically begging you for an answer with his eyes.

"fine, fine. we were going to make hex bags. you can help." pandora insisted to him before moving to the side of the room to grab supplies. your face was still pink from the embarrassment, knowing before regulus you were talking about him. more or less, gushing over those dark eyes before he game scaling the side of pandora's house.

the four of you had spent many of hours of the night eating pumpkin cakes and making hex bags. regulus was by your side the entire time. his arm would sometimes slip behind you, his breath would brush against the bare skin of your shoulders or the back of your neck. regulus couldn't seem to keep his eyes off you in your little sleep set the entire night. this was perhaps the first time he had seen you in something so revealing before. regulus would sometimes allow his fingers to dance gently across the skin of your thighs as he reached for something, just to get a feeling of your soft skin. it was rare he was able to find access to your thighs without being obvious he was doing so, especially with them being exposed as they were tonight.

when the late hours of the night passed there was an agreeance to get some rest. the sun had set long ago and regulus found you yawning every now again in conversation. pandora and dorcas were sleeping on her twin bed, bundled in their own blankets with their head towards the others feet. you and regulus were sleeping on the floor, however, covered in blankets and pillows regulus was so close to you. he would watch as you welcomed slumber quickly, snoozing off innocently.

he would wait though, until an hour passed. making sure everyone had been deep in their own sleep. in an ideal situation pandora and dorcas wouldn't be here, but the opportunity to get close to you presented itself and regulus couldn't refuse. especially now, so close he could touch you. the slytherin boy slid himself closer to you slightly. your bodies nearly touching as regulus slid his hand into the waist band of his pants. he could feel himself growing tender just by the sent of your hair. regulus breathed your sent in again as you slept soundly. with a hand wrapped around the base of his cock regulus began to feverishly pump himself in his own pants.

the black haired boy knew he would be thinking about you in these little pink shorts for weeks to come. that the very curvature of your ass was enough to take him, but the fact he could see your tender nipples poking through the silk of the top? that was enough to milk regulus dry. he had remembered the first time he was able to get a look up your skirt. when he had dropped a pencil by accident and gotten a single glance at your clothed cunt through your plush thighs. he thought of it each night, wishing he could live under your skirt. regulus let out a little grunt it was soft and quiet not enough to wake anyone but enough for him to scold himself. regulus knew he should just look at you, watch your breathing as your tits rose and fall, look at the bit of your ass that was falling from your little shorts. but temptation was getting the best of him. he figured, he could touch you, only if he had been gentle about it. not to wake you. even in his own lustful state he understood the gravity of what he was doing but he couldn't seem to help himself. not when he lusted for you day and night.

regulus allowed his nimble finger tips to dance across the skin of your stomach reaching under the silk of your shirt. carefully his finger tips traveled over your perky nipples. he had to bite his own lip as he throbbed in his pants and into his own hand, which was no pumping harder then before. regulus's eyes moved in the dark to make sure you were still asleep, your hadn't even twitched. regulus soon allowed his fingers move to the waist band of your little sleep shorts. he knew he shouldn't, but you were out cold and despite his better judgement he couldn't resist himself.

regulus allowed his fingers to slide down the waist band of your shorts grunting slightly as the tips of his fingers met your warm cunt. you weren't even wearing any underwear. not so innocent after all, regulus thought to himself. the tip of his fingers made their way to your warm folds, his hand pumping faster as he realized you were already wet. "fuck," regulus grumbled beneath his own breath. his fingers pushed past your folds and made their way quickly to your clit, rubbing little circles into your clit. regulus could feel himself at the brink of his own orgasm, as he could feel the wetness of your cunt slick around his fingers, his eyes watching as your face contorted in your sleep to the feeling of his fingers, and his own lust only growing.

regulus didn't even realize how fast he begun to move his fingers around your clit, as he did so at the pace of his own fist around his cock. chasing his own high. you were moaning in your sleepy, quiet little moans, that only made regulus more feverish. regulus would reach his own orgasm, cumming in his own pants as he removed his fingers from within you and brought them to his lips. you tasted sweet. regulus had decided then and there he would put his face in that cunt of yours if it was the very last thing he ever did.

regulus was just about to turn over and finally get some rest now that he was covered in his own cum, when he heard a voice, your voice. it was no more then a mumble but you were speaking to him. "reggie, why did you stop?"

authors note: i hope you enjoyed, if you enjoyed this little fic please consider commenting or reblogging! i've just returned to tumblr and i appreciate all the support that has been offered.

the one where jj loves your ass (jj x routledge!reader)

request: JJ x reader please. Summary: Can I request one where jj loves the readers ass like a cute little blurb or something when he’s always trying to touch it or smacks it. And maybe she’s john Bs sister and he goes mad when his best friend smacks his sisters ass x

a/n: you guys kill me with the jjxroutledge!reader requests. i love them. i hope you like this!

warnings: lil bit of groping and spanking (?) but not in a sexual way ig??

my masterlist

“hello, pretty girl,” jj says as he enters the chateau, the sight of you sprawled out on the couch bringing a smile on his face.

today is your day off and you had been waiting for your boyfriend to come back from work so that you could spend some time together. it’s safe to say that as soon as you hear his greeting, you jump off the couch and launch yourself at him.

jj catches you and chuckles at your sudden movement as you wrap your legs around his waist and kiss him sweetly.

“hi, baby.”

“did somebody miss me?” he asked with a cocky smile on his face.

“shut up, you left me alone with john b all day. he turns into a baby when he’s sick.”

he laughs, completely agreeing with your statement.

“so,” he says patting your ass before taking it into his hands as you were still wrapped around him, “what d’you wanna do?”

you put your legs back on the ground, “how about we order some pizza and watch a movie?”

“whatever you want, as long as your cute ass stays right here with me.”

you roll your eyes playfully at him and turn around to grab your phone when his hand collides with your behind again, making you yelp.

“jj!”

“what? it was right there!” you push him and laugh at him in disbelief.

while you’re on the phone with the pizzeria, jj grabs two beers from the fridge and walks to your brother’s room. he knocks on the door a few times.

“hey, jb. we’re ordering pizza, you want some?”

“yeah. coming right out,” the blond hears from the other side of the wooden door.

when jj goes back into the living room, he throws himself on the couch and waits for you to sit next to him. he makes grabby hands at you as you hang up the phone.

you smile at him and happily walk over to the couch, relaxing next to him with your legs on his lap. he gives you the second beer he had in his hand while his other arm wraps around your shoulders. your head nuzzles safely against his chest as your lips kiss his covered collarbone. jj puts his beer on the coffee table and rests his now free hand on your behind, squeezing it as you giggle against his skin.

“mmh, i love this ass,” he mumbles and you can’t contain your chuckle.

“thought you loved me.”

“i love you, but i also love your ass,” and he punctuates his statement with another squeeze.

“can you stop groping my sister in front of me, jj? that’s disgusting!”

john b’s voice brings you out of your little bubble as you realize that he walked into the living room during your display of affection.

“can’t help it, sorry,” your boyfriend says making your brother fake gag at the two of you.

when the pizza delivery guy knocks at the front door, you get up and, as you do so, jj smacks your behind playfully again.

“are you done?” you ask sarcastically but your teasing smile tells him you’re not a little bit mad.

“never, sweetheart.”

“you know, for future reference, don’t grab your girlfriend’s ass in front of her big brother if you wish to live a long life,” john b said, disgusted at the scene in front of him.

jj looks at you as you close the door and bring the food on the coffee table.

“you want a beer, bird?” you ask your brother.

“yeah, sure. thanks.”

you walk to the fridge, feeling your boyfriend’s eyes on your back and when you slightly turn your head, you find out your suspicions are true. you wink at him and send him a smile.

“kill me whenever you want, man. so fucking worth it.”

remember when loki compared himself to thor? and he implied that he too has gone soft due to falling for a mortal?

now, remember thor asking heimdall to watch over jane’s life for him?

guess what loki was doing with mobius’ life right now?

Love is... when you unconsciously copy his gestures.

🐝  *  ―  𝑩𝑼𝑰𝑳𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑺𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.  (  nsfw.  feel free to adjust to better fit your muses.  )

❛  your cock is so delicious.  ❜ ❛  i need you in my mouth now.  ❜ ❛  i get so hard when i’m around you.  ❜ ❛  do you want me to spit or swallow?  ❜ ❛  i need you inside me.  ❜ ❛  guess what i’m wearing right now.  ❜ ❛  why don’t you come over? i promise you won’t regret it.  ❜ ❛  if i was with you, what would you do to me?  ❜ ❛  my legs are missing you in between them.  ❜ ❛  you’ll make me feel so good.  ❜ ❛  i’ve been thinking long and hard about what i wanna do with you tonight.  ❜ ❛  all i can think of is sitting on top of your hard cock.  ❜ ❛  i’m touching myself right now.  ❜ ❛  i wanna hear your moans.  ❜ ❛  i can’t stop thinking about how good you always feel.  ❜ ❛  can you feel how wet / hard i am for you?  ❜ ❛  i love the way you make me feel.  ❜ ❛  you have the most perfect breasts / cock / pussy.  ❜ ❛  i love watching you touch yourself.  ❜ ❛  i can only think of one thing right now and it’s you naked on my bed.  ❜ ❛  all i can think about is how good you’re going to taste.  ❜ ❛  how hard do you want to be fucked tonight?  ❜ ❛  i never knew that i could want someone so badly.  ❜ ❛  i plan on making you scream my name tonight.  ❜ ❛  it’s unfair how sexy you look today.  ❜ ❛  get on your knees, now.  ❜ ❛  i’m going to make you soaking wet.  ❜ ❛  don’t you dare come until i allow you to.  ❜ ❛  i want to tie you up later and have my way with you.  ❜ ❛  how fast do you think i can make you come?  ❜ ❛  i was thinking about you last night.  ❜ ❛  if we weren’t in public right now, i’d bend you over the table and fuck you.  ❜ ❛  i just want to be used by you tonight. can i be your personal toy?  ❜ ❛  tease me until i can’t take it anymore.  ❜ ❛  i can’t wait to taste you on my lips.  ❜ ❛  you can do whatever you want to me tonight.  ❜ ❛  cum for me.  ❜ ❛  you’re gonna be a good girl / boy for me?  ❜ ❛  take control of me, i trust you.  ❜ ❛  i can’t wait to be alone with you.  ❜