not face tattoos though

So @momnar and I made a god today.

His name is Crux, and you could describe him as a god of decisiveness, change, and tension.  He’s the patron of protestors and all movements and so on and so forth.

The smoke coming off him right now is the release of tension when people jump into action.

The Meet Cute

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Warnings: Swear words, angst, Soulmate!AU

Word count: 2.3k

A/N: Prompt by @yourtropegirl and @bkwrm523:  Imagine Tony goes on an Epic Bender, maybe loses a whole weekend.  Huge chunk of time.  He wakes up, finally sober.  It takes him a little while, because hangover, but he eventually notices HOLY SHIT HE MET HIS SOULMATE LAST WEEKEND.  New tattoo.  And he remembers NOTHING.  Naturally, he’s/she’s staying away because he’s/she’s shy, or whatever.  Imagine the lengths Tony’s going to to find out who tf he/she is. 

Originally posted by fuckyeahtonystark

Tony groaned as his alarm went off - the shrill sound echoing through the quiet room. His head felt like it was about to explode, as he slowly reached his arm out to shut the damn thing off. However, he didn’t manage and instead just ripped the whole thing out of the wall. As he pushed his face further into the pillows, his own A.I. interrupted the silence.

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anonymous asked:

Dark Poplitealqueen, show me the forbidden ObiRex headcanons (pls?)

Well, if you say so I say as I gyrate my hips in such a way that a portal to the Forbidden Dimension is opened within the Tomb of Fufukachu and the moon turns to blood and Sun becomes a bowl of yellow gummy bears.

*90% of Obi-Wan’s “lost” cloaks are actually underneath Rex’s barrack on Anakin’s flagship. He always forgets them whenever they have a night in, and Rex keeps them around because the smell reminds him of Obi-Wan.

*Rex grows a beard in Rebels because he misses Obi-Wan and the feel of a beard against his face. It isn’t the same, though.

*Rex has Obi-Wan’s name tattooed somewhere on his body. Obi-Wan has Rex’s somewhere on his. (Hint, it’s probably the arm somewhere in both cases, although I wouldn’t be surprised if Rex had it over his heart because he’s shmoopy like that)

*They immediately made out once they saw each other after Umbara.

*Onderon was kind of like a vacation getaway for them. It was Anakin’s idea.

*Rex thought Obi-Wan’s short hair was hot after the Rako Hardeen stuff. He missed the beard, though.

*Rex really likes to be called ‘sir’ in bed, like… all Obi-Wan has to do is lick the shell of Rex’s ear and whisper 'Yes, sir’ and Rex is gone. He ain’t coming back. They didn’t put this into his coding on Kamino. He’s forgotten his name, his designation number, he couldn’t even execute Order 66 in this state. He’s gone until that orgasm subsides, man.

*Obi-Wan likes when Rex kisses his chest and combs a hand through his hair. He also doesn’t mind Rex calling him 'Ben’.

*Satine Kryze ships it hard. She’s offered to marry them in the Mandalorian fashion because they are just PERFECT TOGETHER.

*Anakin would be Obi-Wan’s best man at the wedding, if Mandalorians even have best men at their wedding. Cody would be Rex’s.

*Zygerria fucked them up. Umbara fucked Rex up, Maul fucked Obi-Wan up, but Zygerria fucked them both up. After the fact, all they did was snuggle together in bed before they had to go back to fighting. No sex, no kissing, just being near and touching one another.

*Obi-Wan’s ghost totally visits Rex and Rex is pretty pissed. Like, first his cloaks, then his lightsaber, then his life?? How many things can Obi-Wan fucking lose????

*Rex can’t feel it, but there’s a powerful Force bond between him and Obi-Wan. I’m talking soulmate level stuff. No matter how far apart they may end up, they’ll always return to one another. Always.

“Room service!”

The final piece in the Luggage Swap AU

There’s an awful lot of mystery surrounding Whitebeard Incorporated. No one is really quite sure where they started out, how they got going, or even what they really do.

Only that they’ve got a hand in everything, that when the upper-level employees put their mind to it, there’s little they cannot do.

As such, Law really shouldn’t be surprised that, upon returning to the hotel room from a date with Luffy, they find someone sat in the living room. 

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"Aww, did I hurt your feelings, fleabag? Well, just try not to let the doggy door pinch your tail on the way out."

my first attempt at putting a face to my VTMB character. Though I’m already looking at those tattoos and realizing I have made a huge mistake

Her name was originally Ash, but then it turned out there’s a character with that name in the game already >:I So I think I’ll change it to Ivory. 

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Brooklyn Nine-Nine, S04E01:

“Look at her calf. It’s a tattoo of Jesus punching Bin-laden in the nuts.”
“Hmm…maybe a local tattoo artist will recognize it. It can’t be that common.”
[Later, at the tattoo parlor]
“Okay, that’s the most common tattoo we give.”
“So, these photos tell us nothing?”
“Actually, you know what, that’s a high school graduation ring. Dan Marino High, class of 2003.”

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30 Day Role Playing Challenge

for my Inquisitor Tamlen Lavellan

Day 02: Physical Features

What are your character’s most prominent physical features?

The first thing most people probably see is Tamlen’s vallaslin. After all it covers about half of his face. As probably most Dalish are, he is very proud of wearing it.
The story behind how he got it is a little unusual though. He was comparatively old, 19, almost 20 when the elders of his clan finally thought that he was ready. In the night before the actual ceremony, which is to be used by the young elves to meditate, he still was uncertain about which deity to dedicate his vallaslin to. He considered Ghilan’nain, in honor of his mother’s family, but also Dirthamen, like his father did, or Andruil, because after all he would finally be an adult hunter of his clan, so why not honor the goddess associated with that role. Near the end of the long night though, half-asleep and tired, Tamlen dreamt of a huge tree spreading its branches across the whole clan, protecting it from all peril, its roots reaching deep down into the earth, unwavering and strong. Tamlen wasn’t sure what to make of this dream, if he should take it as a serious vision or just wave it aside. He decided to tell the keeper the next morning when she asked him for his decision about which deity to dedicate his vallaslin to. The keeper encouraged him to take the dream seriously, as a sign the Creators themselves might have sent to him. She explained that the imagery he had described were symbols of Mythal, the great protector. Tamlen liked the idea of that and chose Mythal inspired by this strange dream (he doesn’t like calling it a vision actually, although the keeper still keeps referring to it like that).
Bonus: if Solas had ever told him about the original meaning of the vallaslin and offered to remove it Tamlen would have declined his offer. He would have been shocked to hear what purpose the tattoos originally served, but that’s not what he connects them with. The vallaslin for him is a sign of being part of a loving family and community, of staying true to one’s values and taking responsibility. It’s a sign of coming-of-age, of a new chapter in one’s life, and a way to honor the Dalish way of life – the Dalish, not the Elvhenan.

100christy  asked:

Hello😀 can I get the bidders reaction to when they find Mc with a sleeve (tatoo). They never really noticed because of her uniform hiding it.They realize by either making love to her OR when she's about to leave the penthouse in a sleeveless shirt.

This was an amazing idea - I hope I wrote it well enough!

Eisuke: Indifferent.

 “I want all of you, Aimi,”. Eisuke’s words were like hot stones all over Aimi’s body, and she didn’t know what she could possibly have hoped to say in reply, so instead she just whispered his name against his lips as he kissed her again and again.

The attack was merciless, but she didn’t want it to ever stop.

Not ever.

I definitely made the right decision, she thought, staring into those stunning brown eyes, bright with either the low lighting of the room or the heat from their kiss. The purposeful, promising look he was giving her right now made her squirm where she lay, and he finally – at last – started to unbutton her blouse, tracing kisses down her chest as he went.

“You belong to me, Aimi,” he reminded her, his voice deep and hot. She dug her fingers into the bed sheets, trying and failing not to moan too loudly with each kiss. “You always will”.

He sat back on his knees so that he could easily remove her arms from the material that was currently giving him a restricted view of what was his.

Caught up completely in the moment, Aimi had forgotten about her sleeve; an intricate pattern of detailed flowers of many types, with leaves that seemed to go on forever, all stemming from the very bottom of the tattoo. A bluebird, mid-song, was perched atop a flower, and the whole thing was outlined in a faded black that made her arm look as though it had always been that way.

It was certainly something that would catch a few eyes… but Eisuke only tilted his head to the side slightly, a numb look on his face as he watched the tattoo, almost as though he was wondering whether the thing would suddenly come to life.

Aimi’s heart was racing at a speed that made it difficult to speak properly, but she felt that she had to at least say something.

“Um…”. It was like someone had pressed pause on the scene. “…Eisuke?”.

But then he was done staring, and his lips sought out Aimi’s all over again, bringing her legs up so that they were even closer than before.

There was no time to be surprised before pleasure took over again, and Aimi yelped as she felt his cold hands on her body once more.

Is he not going to say anything? Her mind rushed to ask, but she didn’t suppose that it had bothered him all that much… But surely….

“…Did you not notice my sleeve?”.

He wore an easy smirk as he looked down at her, not once glancing at her arm. Why is he always so cool about everything?!

How could I miss it?” he asked, the perfect picture of nonchalance.

He went to kiss her again but she stopped him, frowning at his lack of interest.

“Why are you so relaxed about this?”.

“Because,” he said, shrugging his shoulders. “What does it matter? -“.

“What does it matter?!- “.

“That’s not what I meant- “. He cut himself short, looking away from her for a second whilst he tried to work out exactly what it was that he was trying to say.

How do I tell her that I love her no matter what? He thought distantly, annoyed at himself for being so hopeless. Honestly, he should be able to express himself to the woman he loves without somehow managing to also upset her in the process.

“Aimi…”. He leaned down again so that their faces were mere inches apart, holding her tight in the hopes that it would translate to her just how he really felt.

Aimi wanted to be on her guard, but it was impossible with this man, so she snuggled close to him and just listened.

“It doesn’t make a difference to me, Aimi,” he told her, his words a gentle lullaby. “I don’t give a damn about what’s on your body, just so long as your body is mine”.

Aimi scoffed, trying and failing not to laugh at the seriousness in his expression.

“What?” he asked, growing impatient, as he usually did.

“So what you’re basically saying is…”. She had to pause for a moment, taking a breath so that she could laugh. “… You’re in love with me?”.

Yes, I’m in love with you, he thought, but instead of telling her this, he just kissed her again, strong and sure, just like his feelings for the beautiful brunette he could now call his.

Soryu: Impressed.

Mai was nervous.

She couldn’t help it – there was an anxious excitement involved in the idea of having a bath with Soryu Oh, the gorgeous mobster who had won her heart in a matter of days, as though it had been nothing but a cheap prize in an easy summer fair game.

She stood, somewhat awkwardly, by the bath, watching the hot, hot water plop down in an endless stream, fading out the windows with fog, hiding the darkness of the night.

Oh, Gods, she thought as Soryu stepped into the bathroom to join her. She wondered if she would ever get used to how hot he was; seriously, he was so tall and muscular, and whenever he wore his hair down, Mai’s stomach did flips and gambols until she felt positive that she would faint.

The heat of the bathroom would be a good excuse as to why my cheeks are so red, she thought absently as Soryu stood behind her, kissing her cheek with a hell of a lot more care than you’d expect from a mobster.

“Mai,” he breathed, and there was an urgency in his tone that was reflected somewhere in the bottom of her tummy.

She tried not to look at the mirror before them as he kissed her neck, because it would have surely made her blush a fierce shade of red.

Even so, her dark brown eyes wandered relentlessly up towards the mirror that she had been trying so hard to avoid, and her breath caught in her throat when she beheld the scene; they really did look so good together.

“I love you,” he murmured, and she breathed out, joy warming up her heart.

“I love you, too”.

She saw him smile in the mirror, before he started to unbutton her blouse, slowly but with the kind of certainty that left Mai holding her breath…

And then she remembered.

Crap! her thoughts were shouting, but she was helpless as Soryu’s big hands, surprisingly gentle, caressed her skin, pulling her shirt away from her body at an agonisingly sweet pace until she was certain that he could see her sleeve.

The tattoo itself was reasonably simple, but also intricate in its simplicity.

Soryu’s eyes widened; he was completely taken aback by the tattoo, with its repeated, effortless pattern, lacy as though someone had actually taken the time to sit and fix it to her skin, so beautiful that he almost wondered whether it had been woven by the Gods themselves.

“Wow, Mai…”. She could have sworn that there was a sense of admiration in his tone as he ran a hand down her exposed, painted arm, pushing her hair, dark and full, over to the other shoulder so that he could better see it. “… This is impressive”.

Mai’s surprised, relieved laugh filled the room like water, and Soryu smiled at her via the mirror, leaning down to lightly kiss her arm in some sort of appreciation.

“You sure you like it, Soryu?”.

He’s acting differently to how I expected, her mind mused, but Soryu just kissed her arm again, harder this time as if to make a point.

“Actually, I think it makes you even sexier than you were before-“. Soryu cut himself short, blushing despite trying not to.

What am I saying? He wondered, whilst Mai laughed sweetly again.

“Really?” she teased, turning in his arms, those brown eyes alight with something that made Soryu want to tell her everything, but he wanted her to understand what he had originally meant to say.

“Mai…”. His lips touched hers in the gentlest kiss, a kiss that left Mai wanting so much more. “You really are beautiful, Mai”. The tenderness in his eyes made her feel completely at peace, and they embraced, sharing yet another kiss.

Mai smiled against Soryu’s lips as a thought tickled her mind.

“I guess I really do fit the part of ‘mobster’s girlfriend’ now, eh?”.

Baba: Amazed.

First date, Muri’s thoughts whispered, over and over again like some sort of endless chant whilst she busied herself with the finishing touches to her outfit, rushing from one side of her room to the other, the sky changing colours outside as night carefully approached.

First date, she thought again as she casually eyed herself in the mirror, trying not to once again question her choice of dress; it was a little black number that fit like a glove, frilled at the bottom in a way that made it undoubtedly the most feminine item in her wardrobe, sleeveless in a way that revealed…

She sighed, a mixture of feelings taking shape inside her heart – The dress expertly revealed her sleeve tattoo, the fully bloomed roses catching the light and shining brilliantly, the closed ones hinting at what is to come, whilst leaves, careful and detailed, worked their way up and down her arm.

“…I hope he likes it,” she said aloud, grimacing at her reflection and giving a dry laugh.

As soon as Muri stepped out of the elevator and into the lobby, Baba’s smart brown eyes found her in a heartbeat, taking her in, from the swing of her long, dark hair to the graceful way in which she carried herself.

He was already on his feet, charming smile already in motion as he strolled towards her, unaware of the fact that he was trying really hard to impress her – the elaborate date, the helicopter, the five-star restaurant that would surely be six-star if they’d only allow it, the red suit and the hat and the way he had oh so casually asked Eisuke for advice before coming here, earning nothing but a smirk in reply – it was all to impress Muri.

“Milady,” he joked, bowing playfully and enjoying the sound of Muri’s tinkly laugh.

“Baba,” she responded, in way of greeting, and as soon as he raised his head… those keen eyes spotted the tattoo on Muri’s arm.

Woah there,” he couldn’t help but say, his eyes widening increasingly with every detail he took in.

I’d never have guessed that she had a… but his thoughts trailed off uselessly as he took her hand and began to lead her to the helipad, his fingers lacing themselves easily through hers as he rushed to speak.

“I had no idea,” he said, and Muri was puzzled by the amazement evident in his sparkling eyes. “You really kept that hidden from me, Muri”. He put a hand to his mouth in thought, and Muri dared a look down at their intertwined fingers, hoping that her heart would soon calm down.

“Sorry,” she managed to say, smiling up at him, dark eyes glowing. “But you never really asked, Baba”.

“I guess it never quite came into conversation,” he agreed, and she laughed again.

There were still questions racing through Baba’s mind – suddenly this beautiful woman had become even more special to him than before, and he just wanted to know every little thing about her. The tattoo was beautiful and he couldn’t take his eyes away from it - from her.

“When did you get it done?” came his question.

“A couple years back,” Muri explained, biting her lip as she pondered over it in a way that had Baba quickly distracted. “I didn’t have any particular reason for doing it – I just wanted to see what I’d look like with one”. He raised his eyebrows, and she shrugged. “What?”.

“You’re just…”. The air hit their faces as they left the lobby, blowing back Muri’s hair dramatically whilst Baba struggled to find the word.

“…Spontaneous?”.

“Amazing, actually”. He registered the surprise on her soft features and raised the hand he was holding, kissing her knuckles, maintaining eye contact with her the whole time.

She tried to hide her blush with her hair, which made Baba chuckle.

“You really are amazing, pretty lady”. Suddenly Muri felt as though she was speaking to a super fan – had she have known that he would react this well to her sleeve… she would have been convinced enough to tell him about it much sooner.

There’s a certain shine to those eyes of his as he talks that makes Muri wish the night would never end.

“Now you’ve got me thinking,” he thought out loud, looking up at the delicate stars and touching a hand to his mouth.

“I have?”.

“Yeah,” he confirmed, almost distantly. “…Maybe I should get one myself”.

She tried – she really did try – not to immediately laugh, but one look at his serious expression had her in stitches, and Baba was bright red by the time she finally stopped laughing.

Ota: Inspired.

They hadn’t known each other long, but in a night of sudden wanting for each other, they had found themselves in Ota’s studio, the curtains drawn, offering the pair of them a rare, special atmosphere of romance and privacy.

Gen’s skin glistened with a light layer of sweat underneath her blouse, but breathing was all she could seem to do as Ota removed his shirt, hovering over her in the most teasing of ways, the expression on his face an undoubtable mix of love and lust. Those amber eyes were burning so bright that Gen had to let out a gasp, and suddenly his lips were by her ear, kissing her so gently that she wasn’t so sure that it was even him.

“Gen…”. As he said her name, she closed her dark eyes, opening herself up completely to the idea of doing this with the ‘angelic’ artist who had bought her for more money than she would surely ever see in her entire life.

Maybe it won’t last, she thought whilst Ota made quick work of her blouse, popping open each button with a mastered technique that made Gen nervous. Maybe it doesn’t need to, she decided as his lips found hers, and he was still saying her name as though it was the only thing that meant anything at all.

She reciprocated in the kind of kiss that left the mind in a tizzy, and then there was the feeling of a cool kind of air hitting her skin as his nimble fingers finally came to expose her shoulders…

“…Wow”. Gen was lost enough in the moment – ridiculous enough – to believe that that had merely been Ota’s reaction to the sight of her half naked, so she batted her long eyelashes and gave a shy smile, not quick enough to notice that Ota’s beautiful eyes were not looking at her chest… but rather at her arms…

Damn it, came her thoughts, embarrassed and scolding, her cheeks responding by turning crimson.

Honestly, the passion of the evening had cleared away any sort of sense from Gen’s mind, because she had failed to remember her tattooed arms, the colours glistening delicately in the dimmed down lights of the studio.

“Wow,” Ota said again, and Gen just bit her lip, staring up at him and trying to read that mastered calm expression on his face.

He had completely paused, and it made Gen feel edgy.

“Yeah,” she tried to say, laughing awkwardly. The room was suddenly too silent… but then Ota was smiling, a genuine, huge smile that had her swooning.

“This is…”. He was running his hands down her arms, but it was less sexual and more like… like he was approving a piece of art. “This is one of the most fantastic things I’ve ever seen”.

“Really?” she was saying, clearly disbelieving, but Ota didn’t even look up from her arms as he nodded vigorously.

“The way the colours catch the light,” he explained, but Gen had a sense that he was not really speaking to her anymore. His fingers caressed her skin, and although her breath caught, Ota was still grinning. She had never seen him like this. “Perfect shading – the whole thing matches your skin so expertly… Whoever did this must be- “. Gen sighed – she hadn’t really meant to, but sexual frustration was not an emotion that she particularly fancied feeling whilst sprawled out like a doll on Ota Kisaki’s studio bed.

His eyes found hers in an instant, holding her as though they were actually hands.

“Growing impatient, are we?”. Gen didn’t bother denying it, not even when she picked up on that tone he uses when he treats her like a dog – she just looked at him, raising an eyebrow carefully.

“Yes,” she replied in an obvious tone. “I can set you up with my tats instead if you’d rather spend the night with them and not me”. Ota leaned down and kissed her, still smiling against her lips. She didn’t fight the urge to kiss him back, instead hooking her arms around his neck so that he wouldn’t stop this time.

“That won’t be necessary,” he promised, and her heart quickened its beating when his eyes failed to leave hers.

“And why’s that?” she dared to ask, smirking up at him with that usual confidence on show.

Ota kissed her again in answer, his lips trailing kisses from her own, to her chest and then down her arms.

“Because, Gen,” he started, leaving one kiss. “You are”. Another kiss. “In yourself”. Another kiss. “…A work of art”.

And he didn’t even give her the time to react before the night picked up from where it had been left.

Mamoru: Shocked.

It was Rin’s day off, finally.

Erika’s pointless pestering and her usual bossy attitude had been nothing but bothersome this week, and Rin just wanted to get out of this damn hotel and catch a second or two of fresh air.

Mamoru was now her boyfriend, and the thought made her smile as she worked her way from her room and into the penthouse lounge where the man himself was currently located.

He was smoking a familiar cigarette, standing in the corner as per usual, staring out of the window with a meaningful sort of glance whilst Eisuke and Soryu, the only other guys in the room, got on with whatever they were doing – nothing, probably.

“I’m going out for some air”. Rin’s cheerful voice bounced off of the walls, but she didn’t turn to see if anyone had even noticed that she was leaving – It was her day off, after all, and now that her and Mamoru were together, she didn’t feel quite as low down as she used to. “See you all late- “.

“What in the hell is that?!”. Mamo’s deep voice was suddenly booming in Rin’s ears, and she paused, quickly wracking her brain in an attempt to understand what could possibly be wrong.

It’s not like I’m dressed inappropriately, her thoughts assured her, as she glanced down at her subtle outfit; a trusted mid-thigh length skirt, dark grey in colour, and a short-sleeved shirt that…

Oh, she thought, just as Mamoru found his way to her, immediately reaching for her tattooed arm.

Yeah, she probably should have mentioned her sleeve earlier – a unique design of shaded black flowers and patterns joining them all together, covering her arm with a feminine yet cool sort of grace – before parading it across the penthouse lounge and nearly giving her man a heart attack.

“I had it done ages and ages ago now,” she rambled, seeing the dazed expression on the detective’s face; his mouth was literally hanging open, those grey eyes impossibly large as they remained locked on her arm. “…Um, I’ve gotten really used to it, so I suppose I just forgot to say anything about it”.

The other guys were starting to look over with a reluctant sort of interest, but Mamoru’s eyes did not move, his grip only tightening.

Rin’s dark eyes blinked up at her boyfriend.

“Do you…”. She tried again. “…Do you hate it, Mamo?”.

That was all it took to bring him back down to earth, and uncaring as to whoever else was in the room at the time, Mamoru pulled Rin in close, tucking her into his warmth.

Rin tried not to look too surprised as his voice, magically gentle, whispered into her ear: “Of course I don’t hate it, sweetheart”. He seemed to embrace her even tighter then, and Rin’s eyes must have been so wide. “I was just shocked is all”.

“There are plenty of rooms in this hotel,” came Eisuke’s bored voice, Soryu opting to remain silent and simply look away. “Go find one”.

But Mamoru ignored him as he took Rin’s hand in his own – could she really expect this sort of tenderness from a relationship with this man? She hadn’t expected to feel this way so often when she first got involved.

“Mamo?”.

“You were headin’ out, right?”. Rin noticed that Mamoru’s cigarette was gone, replaced with a cool, leisurely smile as they strolled out of the room, not bothering with goodbyes.

Rin’s grin was a pretty one.

“Right,” she agreed, and their eyes met. “… So you’re really okay with it?”.

“And so what if I weren’t?” he teased, raising an eyebrow. “You gonna go remove the thing?”.

“No,” she matched, squeezing his hand and suppressing a laugh.

“Well, then”. They stopped suddenly, and Mamoru leant down the full distance to kiss Rin’s lips, savouring each millisecond, her subtle scent, her warmth, everything about her.

He caught sight of her arm and let out a low chuckle.

“What?” she asked, and he couldn’t help but think that he was a very lucky man as his eyes fell on her own, beautiful and dark and alive.

“I was just thinkin’”. He chuckled again, taking her hand and continuing to walk. “There’s no way I’m gonna be able to call ya ‘kid’ now”.

“Oh, please”. Rin gave him a light shove, her cheeks starting to hurt from smiling so much. “You’ll still be calling me ‘kid’ when we actually do have kids, Mamo”.

Sunday Smut Spotlight - Otherworldly Tom edition

I asked for it, and did I ever get it.  Lots of sexy muse Tom in many otherworldly disguises.  As expected, there is plenty of Loki here (he’s a popular guy).

I’m sure you’ll enjoy these, and will probably find a new favorite story here. I know I did!

I’ve included the first paragraphs of each of these, along with author’s warnings where requested.

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Unearthed (10 chapters - complete) museofcherry - cherrie-mandarin - Boggart!Oakley

“I have told you a thousand times lass and you pay me no mind.” the farmer looked down at his wide eyed daughter and lifted his hand as if to strike her, seeing her flinch had him quickly changing his mind.

“I’ll give you fair warning, you stay well away from the marshland do you understand me? You do not cut across it, you do not dally near the woods and you do not go there with your friends. Now get home, I’m rounding up the flock.” he stormed off with his dogs leaving Megan alone on the dirt path that surrounded their farm.

She ran home and ignored her mother’s welcoming smile instead she raced to her room. Bolting the door she hurled herself on her bed to cry at her Father’s sternness yet again.

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In Vain - cherrie-mandarin - Incubus!Tom

I paused to look at my reflection, outwardly I appear human albeit an extremely good looking human but my kind are known for their attractive appearance. Throughout history I have walked among them undetected, sometimes I have lain dormant out of sight before sensing their needs. It has always been this way for me. I can remember flashes of each old life and the ones I’ve brought to deaths door. I also know I am extremely lucky to have inhabited this tall physique, the young man had put up a struggle but in the end I had overpowered him for isn’t that always the way?

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Dea Fidelitas - sexysigyn - Loki & Sigyn

The massive library had no shortage of tomes written in modern Midgardian languages and I chose a selection of material in not only the runic-based language of Asgard, but also in French, Russian, and my native English. The books smelled of old parchment and leather, the aroma of knowledge. Libraries had been a sanctuary for me on Midgard and books my escape; it was comforting to find something so familiar here while I was still acclimating myself to life in Asgard. Peering over the precariously piled volumes, I carried them back to our quarters and settled myself on the sofa situated in front of the giant stone fireplace.

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In Love With Easeful Death - hiddlesherethereeverywhere

(multi-chapters - Adam)

“Ian, no one gets coffee at three in the morning.” Adam’s voice is low and uninterested. He’s not sure why he allowed Ian to drag him out tonight. The club had been loud and not in the good way. His ears were still ringing from whatever noise was playing over the speakers. It certainly couldn’t be called music. It sounded like someone banging on a garbage dumpster. In fact, one of the band members had been playing a metal trash can with drum sticks, Adam recalled.

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To Break a Kingsierralaufeyson13 - Loki & Sigyn

Sigyn had only just mastered a charm of invisibility, centuries of trial and error that always ended complete and utter failure, but she had done it. With ample concentration and time she stood before a mirror and in place of her reflection was nothing, with a deep breath she let down the charm and spoke the words once more only to prove that she had indeed succeeded at the higher level casting. A small but predatory smile crept across Sigyn’s rosy lips as she pondered the many ways that she could get back at her mischievous prince now that she could remain hidden in the shadows.

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Going Up - icybluepenguin - Loki

There wasn’t anyone else waiting for the elevator when I pressed the “up” button. That was a little unusual- there were almost always a few other people going up, this was a busy building. A door ding-ed and as I stepped into the elevator, a man rushed up behind me and slipped inside with me. I glanced at him. He certainly didn’t look like he’d been running for the elevator and there really hadn’t been anyone around a moment ago.

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Death Comes to Us All - laterovaries - Angel of Death Tom
muli-chapter - link to chapter 1 - (see author’s fic page for index to all chapters - http://laterovaries.tumblr.com/fics)

He is lithe, graceful, and fluid, as he moves through the crowded sidewalk, weaving in and out of the oblivious masses who hurry towards unfulfilling jobs, unhappy marriages, and mundane errands. Almost everyone he sees wears a scowl as though it has been permanently tattooed on their faces, drawn, haggard, and hopeless. It’s a wonder they’re usually so reluctant to leave with him.

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Held - eve1978
chapter 1 chapter 2 - Prisoner Loki

Eden held her card out in front of the scanner and watched the light turn green as the door clicked open, she pushed her way inside and entered the long white hallway.

Every step brought her closer to his cell, situated at the end of the hall and behind 2 more security check ups.
It was all a bit much in her opinion, first of all because she believed no man was worth all this attention, no matter how powerful, and secondly because she believed that if he really wanted to he would be out of this cell within minutes without even really trying.

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The Ljósálfr and the Library - dreamsngr

“Court life is so tedious,” Norðri thought, wondering why her father had chosen to bring her along on this diplomatic visit instead of one of her siblings. As she waited, hands clasped primly, her hooded eyes glanced at the elaborate pageantry of the assembly before her. Polished armor and bright capes draped over ignorant, vulgar soldiers. Strategically tucked fabric exposed and revealed women with thoughts bent on finding a partner, nothing more. All of them, peacocks senselessly preening and strutting for each other.

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Asphodel - poeticfucknuttery - Loki & (the goddess) Persephone

I am weary.

I gaze, as best I can, across the fields of the dead, mindless-shifting-smoke-illusion, warping in and out of my vision. Their masses are grey and writhing under the colorless sky of Hades.

I am their queen. Or rather, I am enslaved to their king—I am Death’s consort. Stolen from the light and world above, chained here for a season every turn of the sun.

I was more, once…but I can’t remember now.

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The Ghost and Miss Harriet - rosebudwhite - Ghost!Tom multi-chapter

The parties had been legendary, hundreds of people swarming through the rooms. He was the epitome of style, his wife full of grace and their children… Their children were now dead, their children were dead, and their children were old. All that was left was a collection of stories recorded on media that was now laughably primitive, the blue plaque that adorned the front of the house and this thin veil of a person he once was.

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Mission: Exposure - mischabea - Loki vs. Spiders (arachnophobia tw)

So, I like to think of myself as maybe a bit of a badass. At the very least, badass-adjacent, considering the company I’ve kept and the things I’ve done. But like everyone, I have weaknesses. There’s one in particular that feels like being fucked in the ass by a particularly prickly object.

Arachnophobia.

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Le Sang Sacrement - matchgirl42 - Adam

this story has moved on to Kindle! find it [here]

**Author’s WARNINGS** - Contains the following kinks: Vampire!Tom, Priest!Tom, SMUT, blood kink, menophilia 

Adam could hear the pattern her shoes made on the cobblestones, a rhythm that spoke to his bones. He closed his eyes, seeing in his mind the arm and hand movements that would make that rhythm on a drum, that would bring a song – any song - to life that would make him forget, forget forget.

But he couldn’t forget. He could never forget. Not for long.

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Sesquicentennial - tarrysmith - muli-chapter - link to chapter 1 - 
this is a magnus martinsson/william buxton time travel mashup

The first thing that Magnus was aware of as he slowly woke is that he wasn’t alone. He was spooning her: warm, soft, a mess of blond hair in his face. He had his arm around her, hand on her breast, and his morning erection was prodding her in the ass. She was waking too, and pushed back against him, sighing deeply. The second thing Magnus was aware of is that he was not home; this bed was much bigger, much softer. So, he didn’t know where he was, he didn’t know who he was with, and he didn’t know how he had gotten there. He was pretty sure he had not been drinking, but right now his lovely companion had turned over on her back and was pulling him down into a wonderful sleepy slow kiss, so he decided to worry about all the stuff he didn’t know later, and right now concentrate on what he did know, namely, that he was naked in bed with a lovely woman, and she was kissing him.

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Stuttgart - britishmenaredestroyingmylife

The sounds of Schubert drifted gently upward to where he lurked in the shadows. He had work to do, yes, but she had caught his eye, and he had a few minutes. He would have her.

She had seen him, too; he knew it, could feel her gaze as it shifted upward every so often. She was interested. He smiled down at her and nodded. She thought she knew him from somewhere.

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Fair of Hair, Fleet of Foot - quoting-shakespeare-to-ducks - Faery King Gwyn ap Nudd/Tom

Visiting Glastonbury had been one of my lifelong goals, and since my sister Lisa had married her charming Welshman Celyn and moved here last year, I had been especially excited to visit.

The place is beautiful, steeped in history and mythology. Considering my studies had encompassed folklore of the British Isles, I was thrilled to be traveling to Glastonbury Tor today.

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The Vampire’s Kiss - a-beautifully-hiddled-disaster

Even as the sun begins to dip beyond the horizon, the night is sultry and you are trying your best to cool down. All the ice water you’ve had is doing nothing to quench your thirst or cool you down.

You migrate from the living room into your darkened bedroom, hoping the heat hasn’t permeated it as much as the rest of the house. In the shadows of the moonlight, resting naked upon your window seat, you see him. The fan is blowing his long, dark hair away from his face as he gazed outside, arms stretched over his head and leaned lazily against the side of your bookshelf. The pale light highlights his chiseled physique in all the right places and sends a shudder through your body.

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Liar's Dice

an: Another foray into the ‘discovery’ verse. It’s not completely necessary to read the companions 'discovery, discovery, discovery’ and 'five times the royal guard almost stopped killian jones from sneaking into the princess Emma’s rooms’ but they’re super fun so you should anyway. :)

Liar’s Dice

The day the Jolly Roger had sailed into the bay, he’d been working with the dock master, going over details about a certain shipment of something or other no one actually remembers, at this point, with the excitement of the day.

He can distinctly remember the flash of long golden hair he’d caught sight of along the port side, and the way his heart had hammered in his chest only to plummet miserably as he thought of his own failings - two years gone and most of the kingdom still blamed themselves for the abduction of Princess Emma, but he’d been there, escorting her back to the castle after a ride into the forest. He’d been right at her side when the Black Knights had attacked.

He’d been there to see her grabbed in the moments before the hilt of a blade came crashing down on his head.

He’d gone back about his business as the crew of this new arrival settled the ship, and it was only as he watched the captain lower the gangplank and stride onto the dock that Grumpy heard warning bells. The kind that told him a man wearing that much cow hide and a hook for a hand was someone he should probably warn the guard about.

He’d slunk off to find them while the man smiled charmingly at the dock master, and once he’d returned with tall tales of the pirate Captain Hook ringing in his ears, all hell broke loose.

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