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[hopezzy]

💙Happy 20th Birthday Nat Natasit💖

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[wifeofnatasharomanoff]

can u please do like filthy slut of nat fucking y/n but its hard and its rough and its toe curling and eyerolling kinda good but its so full of i love yous in between of spanking and face slapping and hair pulling but forehead kisses in between too 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 basically agressive but her telling y/n how much she loves them and their pussy

Love to Hate You

Warnings: Natasha has a dick, oral (Natasha and R receiving), fingering (R receiving), a bit of fluff, jealous!Nat, daddy kink, breeding kink, degradation, a few clichés but what's a fic without one?

Words: 3,105

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x f!reader

A/N: i loved this ask! i added a little bit of plot, i told @lovsalvatore about what i was gonna write ;)

You never understood why she didn't like you, the two of you had worked together before. But she kept her usual cold demeanor towards you. You always tried being nice to her, putting on a smile whenever she threw an insult at you or ignored your presence during a duo mission. You never had control over who you get assigned with on missions, if you did you probably wouldn't have picked her, as much as you respect her work and all, you had to admit it, her behavior towards you hurt.

You were sitting around in the Avenger compounds lounge room, bored out of your mind. “God, I wish I had a mission with Sam or something,” you muttered to yourself, Sam was pretty much your best friend, maybe almost like an older brother at times. “Yo, Y/N. Yeah, we need you and Romanoff in the meeting room.” you heard Tony say over the speakers. You groan, getting up from the couch and making your way to the meeting room.

“Good morning Agent Romanoff.” you say to her as you walk into the meeting room, she just acted as if you weren't there. “I'm so done with her. Oh my God.” you thought, regretting even speaking to her in the first place. “Ladies, you gorgeous girls are going on a mission. Today. Like right now. Pack your bags.” he said, handing out mission report papers for after the mission.

“Tony are you being serious right n–” he holds up a hand, interrupting you. “Yes, yes I believe you're due for a mission right now. So, get a move on.” Tony said, gesturing for you two to leave the meeting room.

The mission started early, Tony wasn't kidding. A 4 -day long mission with just you and the woman who hates you apparently. Things can't get any better. That was a lie, things got worse. “Natasha are you sure there aren't two beds?” she sighed, “Yeah I'm sure.” you chewed on your lower lip nervously. “Can't we get another room?” she shook her head, “Hotel's booked.” “Oh.”

You open up your suitcase, picking out some clothes. “Um, if you don't mind I'm gonna go clean up.” she hums in response, her attention focused on the evidence you got from the mission. You left the bedroom and got inside the bathroom. Natasha sighed, looking over at the locked bathroom door. “Fuck– what are you even thinking Natasha?..” she whispered to herself, shaking off any thoughts.

A few minutes later you come out of the bathroom, your hair wet, and your clothes were thin but comfortable. The ex-assassin took a short glance at you, observing how your pajamas showed off your figure without seeming uncomfortable at all. “What did ya find from the evidence Nat?” you toss your hair to the other side of your shoulder and sat next to her on the bed. “Something about green aliens. I guess–” you grab the note, “Skrulls? Isn't that those things that care bear and Fury helped all those years ago?” she looks over at you, “Care bear? Who's that?” she asked, “Carol.. captain marvel– she was the one who—”

“Yeah, I know her, never mind. But what about the Skrulls?” you move a bit closer to her, putting the two pictures together on the bed in front of you and her. “See look, that's Fury over there..” you point to a second figure, similar looking to the Director. “And there.” she furrows her brows, looking at the pictures. “But that can't be–” your gaze flickers to her face and back down to the pictures, and a slight smile appears on your face. “Unless.. the Skrulls can shapeshift Natty.” you don't notice your slip up in words, but she does. “..Natty?” your cheeks go bright red, “I didn't– I didn't mean to say that, sorry.” she looks over at you, hiding a smile. “It's fine, don't worry.”

You stifle a yawn and hazily blink your eyes. “It's pretty late, we should get some sleep Y/N.” you pick up the pictures and files and place them in the nightstand drawer. “Which side of the bed do you want?” she asked. “It doesn't matter! Pick the side you want.” she shrugs, sitting on the right side. You lie down next to her, keeping your distance.

The next morning you find yourself wrapped up by strong arms, unable to move. “Natasha?” you mumble out breathlessly, attempting to pull her arms off of you. “Natasha..” you sigh, squirming around on the small bed. “What?” she quickly takes her arms away from you. “Oh– I didn't notice.” she said, as you sit up against the pillows. “It's okay..”

“So.. what are we supposed to do today?” you ask, propping your head up with your palm under your chin. “We're–” she stopped mid-sentence, her gaze focusing on something, “Natasha?” she takes her eyes away from what seemed to be your chest. “..going undercover, to some HYDRA gala thing.” you nod, “hm.. undercover as what?”

She pauses for a second. “As a couple or something.”

“Oh- well won't we have to practice acting all coupley?” you ask, looking down at your hands. “Well, yeah..” she clears her throat, moving closer to you. “Natasha..?” she grasps your wrist, “Shh.. just stay still.” you do quite literally so, staying silent as well. She brings a hand to your waist, slightly pressing both of your bodies together. “Natasha–” you get cut off by a call notification on your phone. “Hey Carol!” you say, picking up the phone call.

“Hi Y/N, how's the mission going?” you get up from the bed. “Uh.. it's going fine for now, how's space going Captain?” she chuckles, “Great, would've been better with you here sweetheart.” you giggle at her comment, and Natasha scowled at the entire conversation. “Hey, do you.. know if– if any Skrulls still live on Earth?” you ask, “Hm.. I don't keep in contact with many Skrulls babe.” you sighed. “That's fine! Me and Nat will figure it out, eventually.” you hung up the phone and made your way back to bed.

Natasha glanced at you for a quick moment. “Are you not capable of putting on clothes properly?” she brought two hands up to your shirt, buttoning the top up. Your face heats up, a light blush appearing on your cheeks. “..w-when does the gala start again?” she sighed, “In a few hours, I'd suggest you get ready.” what made you feel this way? Fuck– you have a crush on the woman who probably hates you, good job Y/N. “Alright, if I get ready so should you then.” you say, turning off your phone and putting it aside.

Natasha gets up from the bed and goes into the bathroom to change out of her clothes. “God, why is she so– insufferable.” “I wish I could kiss her to shut her up.” she thought. “Fucking hell. Why am I attracted to her?” she muttered to herself.

Her suit didn't take too long to put on but, as soon as she stepped out of the bathroom she caught you attempting to zip up your gown, she stood there. Admiring your exposed back, your face all blushy pink as you struggle to put on your dress. “I should probably help her.” she walked over to you, placing her hand on your waist and the other on the zipper of your dress. “It took you that long to put on a dress?” you huff, puffing your cheeks up. “It's not my fault the zipper was too far.. I couldn't reach it.” she slightly smirks, “Are you done getting ready?”

“Almost, just one sec.” you bend over the desk to get a view of yourself in the mirror, touching up your makeup and hair. “It's been 10 minutes Y/N–” she looks at you, bent over the desk, your tits practically falling out of your dress. “Stop being so dramatic, it's only been like 2 minutes.” she rolls her eyes, “Well? Are you done? We're gonna be late.” you nod, grabbing your purse and heading out of the hotel with Natasha.

As much as you'd hate to admit it, the gala was beautiful for fucking HYDRA. The lights were perfectly dimmed down, the scenery outside of the building was gorgeous too. “What's your name?” the freakishly tall and mean-looking guy standing outside the entrance asks you two. “Natalya Reeds, and my wife Y/F/N Reeds.” she answers for the both of you. He raises a brow, looking down at the list once more. “Okay.. enjoy the night ladies.” he opens the door to the inside of the building, and you flash a smile and a ‘thank you’ to the man before stepping inside.

“Listen,” she squeezes your arm, “I need to get talking with that group of people, just sit still and look pretty. Got it?” you nod and walk over to the bar.

“Mrs. Reeds?” someone calls out to you, “Yeah?” the call came from behind the empty bar. “Over here.” you crouch down on the floor behind the bar, facing the mystery person– alien? “You're a- a Skrull?” that last part came out as a whisper. “What are you doing here? You could jeopardize the whole mission!” you whisper-yelled at them. “There is no mission, Fury sent me to tell you that HYDRA didn't even come here. They sent out false information.” you sigh, “Great.”

You got off the ground and went over to Natasha where she was talking to random people. You walked up to her, and rest your chin against her shoulder. “Darling.. it's getting late Natty.” you look up at her, batting your lashes. She pulls you over to an empty hallway. “What do you think you're doing?” you scoff, “HYDRA isn't here, this was false info. We have to go back to the hotel.” she sighs, “Okay.”

Once you were back at the hotel, you were so quick to change out of that uncomfortable gown. “Ugh, when will HYDRA just go away..” you flopped onto the bed. Natasha chuckles, “Never, clearly.” she laid down next to you, face-to-face. You both stare at each other for a moment. “Natasha.” she hums in response. “Why don't you like me?” she frowns, “Who said that I don't?”

“Well– I mean you never talked to me often before this mission.” she sighed, “I'm sorry for making you think that.” your pout faltered into a sweet smile. “I can make it up to you..” you didn't know what she meant but somehow her words made your heart beat faster. The room grew silent as she inches closer to you. “Would you like that detka?” before you could answer her lips were on yours, hungrily kissing you.

You receive open-mouth kisses as she pushes your back flat against the mattress, not hesitant to slip her tongue into your mouth. “mmn.. Natasha–” she slides her hand underneath the thin, light fabric that covered your chest, groping your breast, emitting a soft gasp from your mouth. “Wanted to ruin you the day I saw you wear this. Fuck.” she squeezes your thigh, your bodily reaction making you spread your legs even without her asking. “Good girl..” she lowered herself down to your hips, and you felt her fingers hook onto the hem of your panties and discard them, leaving your cunt exposed.

“Nat..” you mumble out, feeling her blow onto your dripping pussy causes you to buck your hips against her face. You slightly hiss when you sense a sharp pain on the inner part of your thigh. “Do that again kotenok and see what happens. Stay still.” you whimper as she sucks onto your clit while rubbing your folds with the pad of her thumb. “Natasha please.” she smirks, shoving a finger into your cunt, completely drenching it with your slick. You moan softly, “mmh.. fuck–” she pumps her finger in and out of your hole, and inserts a second finger as well.

“Natasha– oh God, I'm gonna..” she lightly kissed your thigh. “Make a mess all over my fingers baby.” your walls clench around her fingers as you came all over them, and your juices drip down from her fingertips to her wrist. She pulls her fingers out from your cunt, and presses them to your lips. “Open.” you comply, parting your lips only for her to shove her drenched fingers into your mouth. You clean off her fingers, ridding them of your essence.

“Natasha?” you ask out of curiosity, noticing her unbuckling the belt on her pants. “Are you gonna be good for daddy and suck her off?” you desperately nod, wanting to please her as best as you can. “Then get on your knees slut.” you get off the bed and on your knees in front of her. And quickly help her rid herself of her pants and boxers.

You let out a soft gasp as her hardened cock springs out, with pre-cum leaking out of it already. “Be a good little bitch and suck.” she says, her raspy and husky voice sending unimaginable thoughts into your head. You lower your head and wrap your plump lips around her tip. You feel a strong grip on your hair. “Fuck.. that's it. Keep going.” you push more of her girthy length in your mouth, sucking on it gently.

“shit. You're so fucking adorable baby.” you ignore the sudden rush of arousal between your legs, wanting nothing more than to please her. You shove her dick deeper into your mouth, moaning around it. “God, yes kotenok. Take it.” she throws her head back in pleasurement. You take more of her into your mouth, moaning softly as you go faster, running your tongue along the veins of her erect cock.

“Gonna cum in that slutty little mouth of yours baby girl.” her grip on your hair tightens as she shoved her length into the back of your throat, making you gag on her. Despite the tears running down your cheeks, oh how you loved every bit of this. “oh fuck– you better swallow it all.” with those words, thick ropes of cum pour into your mouth. You swallow it all down and she yanks your head off of her dick.

“Get back on the bed, I'm not finished with you quite yet.” you get up on wobbly legs and lie back down on the bed. She aligns the tip of her cock to your entrance, and she smirked at your neediness. She sent a harsh smack to your ass, “How badly do you want me?” she said, loving how you became a whimpering mess for her. “Need you so bad daddy. Please.”

She grabs onto your thighs, swinging them over her waist to hold you in place. “oh Natasha–” you moan as she inserts a few inches deep in you. “You're so tight detka..” you whimper, looping your arms around her shoulders for leverage. She begins moving slowly within you. As you began moaning louder she leans forward and whispers in your ear. “How does it feel baby?”

“Good.. you feel so good inside me!” she briefly chuckles as she moves faster. You moan as she buries her cock deep inside of you. Her breathing grows heavy as she grips your waist firmly and moves harder into you. She grunts as she speeds up a bit more. The sound of skin slapping together fills up the room as she pounds away at you.

“oh my God–” you moaned, digging your nails deep into her back, hard enough to draw blood. She lets out another loud groan when she slams her hips into yours with force. Her hands grip your sides tightly as she continues thrusting her length deeper into you. “Daddy ’m so close..” she smirks as she hears that, “Me too kotenok.” your hold on her shoulders tighten as you came all over her cock. “mmh..” she grins broadly as soon as she feels you cumming on her dick. She immediately starts slamming her hips against yours even harder. It was clear she wasn't going to stop till she finished inside of you.

“ngh– fuck.. daddy!” she doesn't slow down for a moment. Instead, she just kept going, hammering away at you relentlessly. “’m too sensitive Natty..” upon hearing that she looks down at you, “Is that right?” you nod. “mhm..” with a smirk she pulls out, after doing so she flips you onto your stomach, and your face flush onto the mattress. Without warning, she rams her entire length into you from behind. “mmph– natashmmf mmh!” your words came out muffled, one of her hands tightly placed onto your waist. She had a fistful of your hair in her other hand, pushing you flat against the bed.

You moan loudly as she fucks you from behind. She then begins rocking her hips back and forth in a steady motion. She lets go of her grip on your hair, allowing you to speak properly. “Are you gonna cum Natty?” she pauses briefly, “Yeah.. I am.” you exhaled shakily. “Then cum inside me daddy.” she nods, continuing to thrust in and out of your dripping cunt. Fuck, the sheets must be drenched by now. “You want me to cum inside of you detka?” you could tell by the tone of her voice that she was getting closer and closer to her climax. “Please! wan‘ have your babies daddy!” slutty moans escape your mouth as she continues her rough movements. Your words seem to push her over the edge. Her rough grip on your waist tightens, and with a loud groan, she slams herself deep inside you, reaching places you've never thought could be reached. She lets out a soft moan as she cums inside of you, filling you up to the brim.

“mm.. Natasha?” you mumble, breathlessly. She plants a gentle kiss on your neck. “Yeah?” you weakly turn your body to face her, “W-What does this mean for us?” she smiled, pressing her lips to yours, pulling you in for a slow kiss. “I love you Y/N. This mission made me realize how much time I wasted by not telling you.” a bright blush crept up your face. “You do..?” she nodded, “I.. I love you too Nat.”

She pulled out of you and laid beside your worn-out body, “I bet that dumb space blondie couldn't have done that.” you laugh at her words, “I knew it. You've always acted weird when I mentioned her.” she sighed, wrapping an arm around your body. “Wanna get married?” you widen your eyes, “Natasha!” she chuckles, kissing your cheek. “Just kidding moya lyubov.. but I do intend on marrying you one day.”

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[imyourbratzdoll]

buck x reader where bucky is sad cuz he can't date nat and when frnd!reader asks him out he says yes even tho hes still in love/has a crush on nat, but when r asks he lies n says tht he's not n that hes just "protectivE" of her. later he gets drunk or maybe hes jus rly pissed off after something happens n when r tries to help him he gets angry and tells her that she's clingy n annoying n that he only dated her cuz he couldn't be w nat n that he almost says her name durin sex smtimes. you can escalate from there!1 love ur works sm btw, hope u hav a good dayy!!

okay, I'm hoping this is good! If not, I do apologise.

summary - bucky agrees to date you because natasha is already taken, how long can he pretend before he snaps?

warning - angst, swearing, unrequited love, near abuse but is stopped.

the gif I use isn't mine, dividers by @firefly-graphics and @newlips

You smiled as Natasha encouraged you to ask out your long-time crush Bucky Barnes. You always thought he was into her, but then he started paying more attention to you. You decided to head over to Bucky when Sam came to collect Nat, his arms wrapped around her waist as he kissed softly on her temple. You smiled at the affection and love the two have for each other, hoping you’ll have that.

“Hi, Bucky!” You grin, waving slightly as you stop in front of him. You could’ve sworn your heart skipped a beat when he looked up at you.

“Oh, hi, Y/n” He gives you a tight smile, watching as he continues to look back at Sam and Nat. You feel your nerves get the best of you as you fiddle with your fingers.

“I wanted to ask… Would you like to have dinner with me sometime?”

Bucky shrugs. “Sure.” You’re too happy to see how uninterested he is, wishing him goodbye before skipping away to your room. 

It’s been a few months since you and Bucky started dating. At first, you were ecstatic. You thought he was really into you until you noticed how he acted around Nat. You walked into the room and watched him watch her and Sam for a while.

Walking closer, you sit next to him. Feeling your heart crack a bit when he scoots away from you. “Buck…” He hums, not even taking his eyes off her. “Do you still have feelings for Nat?” 

Bucky’s head whips around, looking at you like you grew three heads. “What? No! What kind of question is that?”

You look down as you play with the end of your shirt. “It’s just… You’re always talking about her or looking at her, and I just thought….”

“Jesus Christ, Y/n! I’m just protective of her. Stop being so insecure.” And with that, he stands and walks off. Leaving you to feel like shit, not noticing Nat and Sam looking at you with pity from across the room.

It had been a few days since Bucky snapped at you, and he’s become distant. You're currently sitting on your bed, feeling tired. You flip through a book you’ve been meaning to read but can never find the time. You’re interrupted by a knock at the door causing you to get up and head over.

When you open it, you’re met with Steve holding a very drunk Bucky. “I didn’t know where else to take him… Please be careful. He’s acting a bit off today.” Steve looks at you sheepishly. You smile softly, taking your drunken boyfriend off his hands, thanking him and closing the door.

“C’mon, Bucky, let’s get you to bed.” A whimper leaves you as Bucky pushes you off him, turning around and glaring at you.

“Jesus fuck! Why the fuck are you always so fucking clingy? Do you know how fucking annoying it is to always have you near me or talking to me?!” You blink, too shocked to move as he explodes. “Fucking hell! I didn’t even want to fucking be with you! Why would I want someone like you when someone like Natasha exists?!” Bucky stalks closer to you, and you quickly take steps back until you are pushed against the wall. “I only fucking said yes to you because Sam fucking took her from me!” 

“B–but”

“But what?! Did you think that I could love you, YOU?!” Bucky’s metal fist flies to the wall beside your head, causing a dent. “You’ve never even questioned me, always requesting to fuck you from behind! Is it because deep down you knew that I secretly wished it was her?! That her name nearly slips from my mouth when I’m balls deep inside you!”

You take a shaky breath, feeling tears roll down your face, but you’re too numb to move. Bucky's fist lifts, and you flinch, thinking he will hit you. You squeeze your eyes shut, only opening them when you hear someone yelling. 

Your eyes widen when you see Steve tackling Bucky, holding him down as he screams to let him go and how much he hates you. Steve turns to you and feels his heartbreak at the terrified look in your eyes. “I got him. Go to my room. I’ll be there soon.” 

You take off, heading straight to Steve’s room and throwing yourself into his bed. You bury your face into his pillows, crying into it before falling asleep. 

Steve enters his room, looking at you sadly before he crawls in behind you. His heart skips as your body curls into him. He wraps his arm around you and holds you close as he falls asleep.

thank you for reading!

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part 2

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I Can See You

Loki Laufeyson x Fem Avenger!Reader

WARNING: SMUT 18+, Semi-Public Sex, Oral Sex (R Receiving), P in V Sex, No Protection (This is fiction, you are not, WRAP IT UP), Choking (R Receiving), Fraternizing Between Co-Worker, Mentions of Loki Being Able To Read Minds, Secret Relationship, Mentions of Hickeys, Jealous!Loki, Mentions of Masturbation (Reader), Mentions of Loki getting slapped, Mentions of Alcohol, Drunken Confessions, Reader has Dark Humor

PREFACE: Loki and Reader were the newly recruited Avengers, who everyone thought just hated each other, but unbeknownst to them, they were a lot friendlier when no one was watching

A/N: Flashbacks In Italics!

Earpiece Monologue In Bold and Colored!

Loki changed after the events of Avengers 1 and gets recruited in this A/U!

"So sweet", he groaned against my cunt,

Pounding his fingers into me, as his free arm wrapped around my leg to hold me in place. How we ended up in the janitor's closet was actually quite the story.

"Don't stop, please!", I whined,

"Oh, I don't plan on it", he grinned.

Loki and I met a few months ago, when we were both recruited into the Avengers and at the beginning, we actually didn't get along.

All I'd heard about the God of Mischief prior to meeting him was that he invaded and nearly destroyed the city of New York, so to say I wasn't his biggest fan would've been an understatement.

"Welcome to the team, kid", Steve nods,

"Thank you", I smiled,

"This is great! Now we have two extra sets of hands to help with the work load!", Thor roared,

Causing me to look back at him in confusion.

"Two?"

That's when the original six turn to each other, awkwardly.

"Well, go ahead, Captain Thunderpants, it was your idea", Tony snipped.

My eyes meet Thor's, curiously.

"Well...there may be...a new recruit"

"Really? Who?", I questioned,

"Uh...", he looks to his friends for help,

"Don't look at me", Nat refused,

"Not a chance in hell", Tony also declined,

"Steve? Banner? Barton?"

"We're good", Bruce answered on behalf of the other men.

"Oh, come on, how bad could it be?", I asked.

Just then, the door slides open, revealing the devil himself.

"Team", he greeted,

Letting himself in, before his eyes fell upon me. My head snaps back in Thor's direction, who had already taken three steps back.

"Loki?!"

"Yes?", he answered.

After letting out a deep exhale, I began walking up to him.

"I don't think we've officially met-"

Unable to control my anger, I slap him hard across the face, bringing shock to all parties in the room.

"That was for New York!"

Smirking, he turns back to me, before looking over at his brother.

"I like her", he teased,

Making me groan in disgust.

For the next following weeks, I tried my best to avoid him at all costs and my plan was going according to how it should...till that the damned mission.

I was fighting off one of the Ultron bots and failed to see one charging up at me. Just as I was about to be blasted by the ray of its laser, I was pushed out of the way and pinned to the wall, left to watch another building collapse from it's lethal impact.

I turn to see who it was and there stood Loki, holding me in place by the small of me waist.

"You alright?", he questioned.

His eyes pouring into mine with such concern. All I could focus on was how little distance there was between us. My lips barely an inch away from his.

Once I realized what was happening, I snapped out of it.

"I'm fine", I said dismissively,

Before getting back to work.

Tony: Pretty cozy lookin', you sure we didn't interrupt something?

(Y/N): Shut up, Tony

Later that night, I found myself restless and unable to fall asleep. All I could think about was him and how his body felt...right against mine. How his lips were just right at my own, almost brushing against them.

I knew it was wrong, but the more I thought about how intense that moment was and how willing he was to risk his life for mine, the less I grew to despise him.

I touched myself all night to the image, till I was all tuckered out and able to drift peacefully off to sleep.

A day later, during the blowout celebration for destroying Ultron, I decided the only way I could ever face Loki again was to drink.

Sure, one or two shots would've sufficed, but alas, I got carried away and ended up somewhere near ten. Don't ask.

"Okay, you're cut off", Steve says,

Trying to take the shot glass away from me.

"Boooo, what are you my dad?"

That's when the captain's eyes widen.

"Oh shit, he's dead", I say,

Right before bursting into laughter.

"That calls for another shot!", I sing cartoonishly,

"No-"

"I've got this", a low voice says from behind me.

I look over my shoulder and roll my eyes, groaning. This man was just always somehow at the right place, at the right time.

"You sure?"

"I am, thanks", Loki reassured,

Steve nods and walks off.

"A water, please", he asked the bartender,

"I don't need you to babysit me", I slurred,

"Well, stop acting like child and I will"

"Pffft, you're lucky you're as hot as you are. I wouldn't take this shit from anyone else", I accidentally confessed.

The moment I saw his eyes widen and his fine lips curl up into a grin, I felt the realization of what I'd just done hit me.

"Don't you dare tell anyone I said that!", I warn,

Leaning forward to point, when my elbow slips off the table. Luckily, he caught me before I met the hard floor.

"Alright, let's get you to bed", he struggled,

Before throwing me over his shoulder and using his free hand to keep my dress from rising.

If it hadn't been for the loud music and crowd of people dancing, the team would've seen us and gods knew, they'd never let me live it down.

I wake up being greeted with a splitting headache and the sun shinning impossibly bright through the gap in my curtains. I was beyond relieved to remember that it was Saturday and I could take my time recovering from this hangover.

Pulling the comforter off me, I noticed that I hadn't taken off the dress I wore the night prior. As a matter of fact, I couldn't even remember how I made it to my room.

I groan to myself, eventually getting up and heading to the kitchen, but as I did, I find Loki making himself a cup of coffee. He turns to face me and grins at my less-than-stellar state.

"Morning. Care for a cup of coffee?"

"No, thanks", I snipped,

Making him scoff to himself.

I grab a bowl and began pouring in my cereal, before adding the milk and taking a seat at the dining table.

Once Loki's was done stirring his coffee, he takes the chair, right across from me. As inappropriate as it was for me to shamelessly stare at his toned arms, I couldn't seem to stop myself.

"Enjoying the view?", he remarked sarcastically,

Snapping me out of my daze.

"Bold of you to assume I was enjoying it"

He shakes his head, smiling to himself.

Curiously, my brows knit together, as my eyes narrowed at his reaction.

"What?"

"Nothing", he coyly replied.

Something was off. His once-passing glances were now longer and focused on places I'd never seen them on before. My lips, my collarbones...my chest. I couldn't help but blush at the sudden attention.

Not wanting to delve too deeply into it, I brush it off and avert my attention back to the breakfast before me.

"So?"

I look up from my bowl of cereal.

"Are we going to talk about it?", he questioned,

"Talk about what?"

"The delicious little confession you made last night"

"What are you-"

Fuck, I thought to myself.

"Ah...so you do remember?"

"I don't know what you're talking about", I rushed,

As I got up and abandoned the bowl, trying to escape the awkward encounter.

"Oh, I think you know plenty", he challenged,

Trailing behind me.

"I was drunk, obviously what I said didn't mean anything"

"Oh, darling, try as you might, I know it to be true"

I turn to tell him off, when I was met with him being closer than I anticipated. He brushes a stray hair from my face, causing a breath to hitch in the back of my throat.

"You've thought about it. You've thought about all the dirty little things you wish I'd do to you. The only person denying it...is you"

I was at a loss for words. All I could do was focus on keeping my knees from buckling, as he spoke to the deepest parts of my longing. He leans forward, now holding the side of my face and pouring his baby blue eyes into mine.

"These walls may be soundproof, but your thoughts...they're just so loud", he brushes his fingers down my arm,

"I couldn't help myself from taking a little glimpse into that pretty head of yours...do not get in the way of your own pleasure", he whispers.

My skin was on fire and my heart was threatening to give out. Any sense of reason disappeared the moment his hands abandoned my warm cheeks and trailed down to the sides of my waist. With no reservations left in mind, I grab him by the back of his neck and crashed my lips onto him.

I was then thrown into the air and my legs instinctively wrap over his hips. My tongue darting out, meeting his in a heated exchange.

"Just this once", I pulled away.

Well...lets just say that was a blatant lie.

We met almost every night since that day and neither side had any complaints. In each other's rooms, the showers, the kitchen island and couches when no one was in.

It felt almost impossible to keep our hands off of each other. He was a god after all and he sure did fuck like one.

But not all was fair in love and war.

He always felt the need to mark his territory. For instance, the Hickey incident, when Loki left one the size of an orange on the side of my neck.

"Steve was on my ass for this today", I say,

Trying to conceal the mark with makeup.

"He could only ever dream of it"

I playfully rolled my eyes, continuing to cover it up.

So, it should've come as no surprise to me, when I was yanked into the closet, after being overheard playfully flirting with Thor by Loki. Unbeknownst to him, that was my plan all along. To get him so frustrated, that he was left with no choice but to screw me out of my mind as a lesson.

He was always so possessive. Not that I minded.

As a matter of fact, it turned me on more than anything, knowing that it drove him up the wall, seeing me receive attention from anyone, other than him. Call it evil, but I liked the power I had over the god and it seemed like he was more than okay with giving it to me. Even MORE okay with taking out his frustrations on me during our intimate moments.

After effortlessly making me come undone on his skilled tongue, I was immediately flipped onto my stomach with no chance of catching a breath. I hear the sound of his belt being unbuckled and his pants hitting the ground around his feet.

"You just love how riled up I get over you, don't you? Purposefully throwing yourself at my brother of all people, simply to get a reaction out of me? Not a smart move, pet", he groaned,

Before finally impaling me in one thrust. I gasp at the sudden fullness and his hand reaches from behind me, using my throat to hold me taut against his expensive white button up shirt.

"Now now, we wouldn't want anyone to find you in this compromising position, now do we? With your hair a mess, your lipstick smeared and my cock buried deep inside you?"

He pulls away slightly, only to thrust back inside me with a newfound harshness. Not that I minded, but this time felt...different.

His pace was brutal and desperate, like he had something to prove. The angle allowing him to fill me to the hilt.

I could feel the tip of his cock repeatedly hitting me right where I needed it to.

"Loki", I quietly moaned into the air,

"Such a sweet girl. Letting me ruin her right next to our co-workers", he groaned against the skin of my neck.

The coil in the pit of my stomach began to heat up and tighten. The closer I was to my next climax, the more wanton cries of pleasure began escaping my lips.

"I feel you pulsing around me, darling. Let go for me. I'm close", he grunted against my ear.

With his hips faltering and going faster and faster, I was left at the mercy of my climax overwhelming my senses and rendering me weak and limp.

Within the next few seconds, Loki paints my clenching walls with hot ropes of white, moaning into the shell of my ear.

Once I had somewhat come down from high, I caught my breath.

"They definitely heard us", I exhaled,

Causing him to chuckle tiredly.

"Good. At least now they'll know who you belong to"

#loki laufeyson #mcu #loki laufeyson x reader #loki laufeyson oneshot #loki laufeyson fanfic #loki laufeyson fluff #loki laufeyson angst #loki laufeyson smut #tom hiddleston

[deerlottie]

— masterlist !

💌= fluff 🔞= smut

↪ lottie matthews BLURBS/HCS: cnc w transfem!lottie 🔞 sub!!ottie 🔞 inexperienced transfem!lottie hcs 💌🔞 helping w dysphoria 💌 camboy!charlie 🔞 drunk dazed 🔞 pre-crash lot in bed 🔞 late night ride 🔞 transfem hcs (general) 🔞💌 mean girl hcs 🔞 fluff alphabet 💌 big sister lottie hcs + more oral w lottie 🔞 stepmom lottie 🔞 birthday surprise 🔞 FICS: doomcoming 🔞 mean!lottie 🔞 reunion 💌 bad day 🔞 love me now, touch me now 🔞 breeding kink 🔞 ex gf lottie 💌 food play 🔞

↪ natalie scatorccio BLURBS/HCS: teasing u with his deep voice 🔞 whiny tmasc!nat 🔞 motel hookup 🔞but no smut cheerleader!r 🔞 attention 🔞 giant 🔞 feeling this 🔞 fluff alphabet💌 FICS: camboy!nat 🔞 the best tip [shaunat] 🔞 dysphoria 🔞 jealous 🔞 top surgery 🔞 bad day 🔞 green eyed monster 🔞 overstim 🔞 summer love (shaunat) 🔞

↪ shauna shipman BLURBS/HCS: morning wood 🔞 praise 🔞 ghostface!r 🔞 doomcoming hcs + blurb 🔞 vday 💌 all eyes on you 🔞 stalker!shauna 🔞 big sister hcs alpha!shauna 🔞 FICS: jackieshauna 🔞 the best tip [shaunat] 🔞 sweet venom 🔞 backshots 🔞 summer love (shaunat)

↪ jackie taylor BLURBS/HCS: making her squirm 🔞 somno 🔞 vday 🔞 cherry bomb 🔞 lo siento 💌 prof!jackie FICS: curious 🔞 jackieshauna 🔞 library 🔞 do it like that 🔞 my honeybee, come and get this pollen 🔞 you're the one (that i'm dreamin' of) 💌

↪ van palmer BLURBS/HCS: rainy night 💌 FICS: nothing yet...

↪ taissa turner BLURBS/HCS: transfem tai 🔞 FICS: nothing yet...

MISC

↪ charlotte alden BLURBS/HCS: boot riding 🔞 FICS: nothing yet...

↪ riley hart BLURBS/HCS: riley & her tmasc!bf FICS: if you come at four in the afternoon, i'll begin to be happy by three. 💌

↪ lucy maclean BLURBS/HCS: domestic!lucy hcs 💌 more hcs 💌 lucy w transmasc!r blurb 🔞 roleplay blurb 🔞 your baby's first words/steps 💌FICS: fill me up with you 🔞 knight in shining armor 🔞 uranium fever 🔞

#.myworks

[braidlottie]

lottieshauna ABC’S! (sfw)

hiiiii :3 i miss my Mommies :/

A FOR AFFECTION! how affectionate are they? how do they show affection?

lottie shows affection by physical touch :( and shauna loves spending quality time with you while lottie’s away at the compound.

B FOR BEST FRIEND! what would they be like as a best friend?

since being younger than them, they would be such doting and protective friends. you probably met through nat and you totally embarrassed yourself the first time you met them.

C FOR CUDDLES! would they like to cuddle? how do they cuddle?

they love sandwiching you inbetween them and kissing you on your cheeks :3

D FOR DOMESTIC! do they want to settle down? how are they at cooking and cleaning?

you love lottie’s cooking so much and you love shauna’s baking even more. just don’t let them switch, though. the only thing shauna can cook are scrambled eggs and toast, and lottie almost burnt the house on her 4th attempt at gingerbread cookies.

E FOR ENDING :( if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?

it would be such an emotional process!! so many tears :(( but lottie and shauna make sure that you know they love you very much and still would want to be friends outside the relationship.

F FOR FIGHTS! how would fights between them go?

it wasn’t you getting in fights, it was lottie and shauna. fights between them were extremely rare, but every couple fights. they would always be on separate sides of the house to avoid each other, and hated seeing them like that (and they hated seeing you so sad) and they made up with a couple of kisses.

G FOR GENTLE! how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?

so gentle with you, always. rubbing your back at a random occurrence, or keeping a soft voice if you get a little overwhelmed.

H FOR HUGS! do they like hugs? how often do they do it? what are their hugs like?

SO MANY HUGS!! they both love giving u tight hugs and a kiss everyday (whenever lottie and shauna hug each other, they notice you get a little jealous scowl on your face, so they bring you in and dote on you.)

I FOR INJURY! how do they react if you get injured?

say you cut yourself while using a knife in the kitchen. you hiss a little and they immediately run to your aid, asking if you cut yourself. your hand is dripping with blood while you say, “its fine/it doesn’t hurt.” but they don’t listen to your protests. they take you to the bathroom and pull out the first aid kit, sanitizing and bandaging you up like a wounded soldier.

J FOR JEALOUSY! how jealous do they get? what do they do when they’re jealous?

they never get seriously jealous, only playfully. (ex. kissing and snuggling up to shauna in front of lottie and she starts pouting)

K FOR KISSES! what are their kisses like? where do they like to kiss you? where do they like to be kissed?

so many kisses get distributed between the three of you within the day, you couldn’t count them on all of your fingers. shauna likes to leave long, lingering kisses, smiling in adoration as she pulls away. lottie leaves many small little pecks to the cheek and lips (you whine in embarrassment as she does so, but she knows you love it.)

L FOR LITTLE ONES! how are they around children?

lottie loves them, smiling even when she sees one on a commercial. shauna thinks they’re adorable as well, until they start crying.

M FOR MORNINGS! how are mornings spent with them?

mornings with them can go from snuggling in bed for an hour without a peep from any of you, or morning walks/bike rides through the park.

N FOR NIGHTS! how are nights spent with them?

lottie’s cooking dinner with some music on in the background, clashing loudly with the sound of your video game on the tv in the living room. shauna’s sitting on the couch and you’re sitting on the floor between her legs, making sure she’s watching you the whole time. that’s a perfect night imo >_<

O FOR OPEN! when would they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?

this is hard bc if it was no crash au, they would open up so quick. they feel so comfortable around you, and they want to share everything. but if it was what happened to them in canon, i feel like they would have a little sit down and walk you through the whole wilderness thing. and obviously, you would never judge them. you understood they did that to survive.

P FOR PATIENCE! how easily angered are they?

it takes a lot for lottie to get angry but shauna is a little more uptight, but never around you.

Q FOR QUIZZES! how much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?

they remember stuff like your favorite movie and color and whatnot, but also the weirdest, miscellaneous stories you told over the years, and they would bring it up around you to make you smile. lottie and shauna are good listeners, they wanna make sure you know they’re paying attention to you.

R FOR RAINY DAY! what are they like in the rain?

it’s movie marathons all day. lottie makes hot cocoa of the three of you and finds some cozy movies. you end you falling asleep in the middle of the first one, curling up next to shauna.

S FOR SECURITY! how protective are they? how would they protect you? how would they like to be protected?

they are very protective people, especially shauna. she gets so mad someone at the grocery store or a restaurant is clearly checking you out, and she pulls you away because you’re too clueless to even realize.

T FOR TRY! how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?

lottie and shauna love spoiling you with gifts, even if it’s just a random day. they would always say it reminded you of them and they just have to buy it.

U FOR UGLY! what would be some bad habits of theirs?

none. they’re my perfect Little angels

V FOR VANITY! how concerned are they with their looks?

the both of them have issues with their looks some days, but always gets compliments and praise from you throughout the day.

W FOR WHOLE! would they feel incomplete without you?

YES. oh yes, they would. if you’re gone a few hours out of town for a couple days, they’ll miss you so much. like shauna would be doing folding laundry and see a shirt of yours and get a little emotional 😭😭

X FOR XTRA! a random headcanon for them

anytime they go out without you (ex. going to dinner with the other yjs), you’re always asleep when they get back. and they love it so much. your soft little breaths, and how cute you look with the blanket up to your chin. they wanna kiss and hold you so bad but they don’t wanna wake you up :’) the cutest aggression is Real

Y FOR YUCK! what are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?

selfish or insensitive people. and you’re far from that.

Z FOR ZZZ! what is a sleep habits of theirs?

lottie wears a sleeping mask bc you like to sleep with the beside table light on (because you watched a scary movie before bed and now you’re scared) and shauna always has cold feet and likes to bother you and lottie under the blanket 😭😭

#yellowjackets #yellowjackets x reader #lottieshauna #lottieshauna x reader #lottie x shauna #lottie matthews #lottie matthews x reader #lottie matthews fluff #shauna shipman fluff #shauna shipman #shauna shipman x reader #shauna sadecki x reader #shauna sadecki

[prapaiwife]

Okay, the finale is done for two worlds, maxnat's second series!! I remember it being announced in the lineup, and i was really looking forward to it. And seeing it come together through the workshops the casting the filming and seeing each episode weekly until the finale. I'm just so proud of them. I can easily say that I love it so much it's such a big step up for them in their careers and just them as a paring for us to see them in something completely different from the cutie pie universe you can say since cutie and naughty babe go hand in hand lol. But Max and Nat have been in this industry for a very long time. And I'm so happy that they are really getting taken seriously. i feel for the first time! And they deserve this so much all the recognition!! For me, the acting was above my expectations they killed it. The makeup, especially for the cuts and bruises injuries, etc. The scenery was breathtaking, taking all the watershots, and the water falls just beautiful. The ost was so simple but perfect for the show. The shooting of the scenes was outstanding. The cinematography of the nc scenes i mean, i can't tell u enough how much time was really dedicated to this show. I know for me why r u was the first, but they actually started working together for cutie pie and then nb, and I know naughty babe kind of really wasn't for everyone and wasn't really executed to the best of it's potential which I can totally understand and see. But I hope that this series give people a second chance to kind of look at the dedication and hard work that both max and nat put into their work. They have been together for 4 or 5 years, and that trust and comfortability u don't see often. So I hope for a new series coming for them soon, but two worlds for me was easily one of my favs perfect no, but it told it's story really well!! A beautiful love story of tai and kram🥺

#two worlds the series #two worlds #max kornthas #nat natasitt #taikram #gun thapanawat #pak varayu #mon taechin

[pipsipey17]

Hi, I saw that you take Natasha Romanoff x reader requests and I had the idea of Natasha caring for r, because r is feeling not so well for weeks on end and if they get healthy again, it's only for a few days and then they get sick again and it's just really frustrating for r. I had this bc i see Natasha as a really caring person in private 😶‍🌫️

Thanks in advance and have a good day🥰

ooohh this is actually a good request, and yes i also actually see nat as a caring person in private. anyway, hope u enjoy!

tender love and care (especially care)

natasha romanoff x fem!reader summary: you become sick for the nth time and you started to become frustrated because of it. contains: nothing but fluff and caring nat

You have been sneezing non stop since this morning and it’s already frustrating you. You always hated it when your allergies would kick in for no reason, or… it wasn’t allergies at all.

“Detka, are you sure you’re alright?” your concerned girlfriend asked you.

You blew your nose onto some tissue and then sniffled, “Yes, I’m fine love, don’t worry, I’m not sick anymore, it’s just my usual allergies. ” you replied.

That night, Natasha woke up from her sleep when she felt some type of vibration beside her. She looked over and saw that you were shivering but you were sweating and that was not a good sign.  

She touched your forehead and felt that you were heating up. She expected this to happen, especially when you started to cough uncontrollably, “Love, hey, wake up.” Natasha whispered as she tried to shake you awake. 

You woke up and stopped shivering but you still felt cold, “C-cold.” you weakly said.

Natasha cupped your cheek, “You have a fever, detka.” she said and then you groaned subconsciously, “I’ll go get some medicine and some water, I’ll be right back, okay?” you heard your girlfriend say then you nodded in response.

Natasha was never sick, not after she was injected with the serum back in the Red Room. Whereas you, you were always sick, mostly during the cold season, it always pained her to see you sick especially when you become frustrated because of it. She would always take care of you and never in a million years would she see herself get tired of taking care of you. 

“Drink your medicine, lyubov.” She said as she helped you sit up, she then handed you your medicine and a bottle of water. After that, you laid back down and Natasha started to wipe your body with a towel soaked in cold water which made you grimace, “I know it’s cold baby, but it will help you feel better.” she cooed as she then placed the towel on your forehead. She kissed the top of your head and lastly said, “Get back to sleep my love, don’t worry I’ll take care of you.” then your eyes felt heavy making you sleep once more.

A week has already went by and you felt better by the 3rd day but you got sick again the following day. As for Natasha, she has been nothing but caring for you, she even called Tony to say that she wouldn’t do any missions not until you fully recovered. She also called Yelena to tell her about you being sick and Yelena immediately went to visit you at your home. 

“I got some of my special Mac and Cheese, I know you love them.” Yelena said as she sat beside your bed. 

“Thanks Yelena, you’re the best.” you said to her with a smile. 

“What about me?” your girlfriend suddenly chimed in making you laugh.

“Well, you’re the best girlfriend ever while Yelena is the best friend ever.” You replied then you heard Natasha chuckle and she kissed your temple.

You suddenly felt a pang of guilt, “I’m sorry.” you softly said, which made Natasha tilt her head in confusion, “What for detka?” she asked. 

“I’ve been sick for these past few weeks, I felt better then after a few days I would get sick again.” Tears started to well up in your eyes, “You could’ve been on a mission right now but you’re stuck here taking care of me. I know how much you love your job, I feel like a burden.” You then started to sob.

“Work can wait dorogoya, you always come first.” she then kissed your forehead giving you a sense of comfort as she also held your hand. “Don’t ever feel like you're becoming a burden for me, okay? Because you will never become one, I love taking care of you as much as I love you.” Natasha said as she then wiped away the tears from your cheeks.

“I love you too Natty.” you replied to her then you smiled. 

Yelena smiled at the scene that unfolded in front of her, she loved seeing her best friend and her sister happy with each other. Other than her, it was you who brought out the caring and loving side of Natasha, because Natasha tends to hide her emotions from the world and only show it to a few people she knows. She’s living her life, she has Kate, the woman she loves, while her sister has you, her best friend who is like a sister to her. She's happy where her life is at right now and she couldn’t ask for anything more.

#natasha romanoff x yn #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff #black widow #black widow x yn #black widow x reader #marvel imagines #avengers imagine #marvel x reader #marvel x yn #avengers imagines #avengers #marvel

[bluutunes]

fantasy high season 2 is WILD

got to episode 6 and i am,,, flabbergasted. staring slack jawed at my screen.

how did it devolve THAT fucking quickly. Fabian NO. STOP. BAD.

a list of things that stood out-

What the fuck is up with Lou's dice?? THAT many nat 1s in a session is unREAL . Fabian is the worlds wettest, saddest cat. Bro woke up in the ocean, contracted pnemonia, threw up, quit his football team and walked sadly through the streets of a pirate town at dawn by himself sopping wet. All after possibly the worst night of his life. hes straight up not having a good time.

what the FUCK is up with kalina. There is a mystery afoot and i have no fucking clue whats happening. Also Riz my bby are you okay?? R u good? dude got paralyzed by his dead dads coworker while she threatened his friends casually. theres so much tension here with this plot line and i am LOVING it

i would 100% die for Garthy O'brien. Straight up. big beefy nb half orc aasimar with tats and gold eyes that calls all the kids "lovey" and does they're best consistently to help them out?? I would die for them. No questions asked.

still waiting on the gorgug cell tower

GRAH the episode was so good. This is a series i gotta rewatch when im done, i swear to god. I dont have all the fun stuff memorized yet.

#fantasy high #watch the podcast guys its so good. first season is on youtube #d20

[saltsicklover]

Part Four

Title: Once an Asshole, Always an Asshole

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3100+

Rating: R

Warnings: Swearing, drunken Nat, brief mention of explosives, a little bit of unspecific body description, brief mention of vomit, country music, probably too many italics, Hangman is a whole entire warning- I'm so sorry.

Second Chance Romance!

Disclaimer: I do not own Bob Floyd, or anything related to Top Gun Maverick within this piece. Not Proof Read or BETA'd. All mistakes are my own.

I do not consent for my work to be edited, reposted, or translated.

You are responsible for your own media consumption. This is a work of fiction that may contain mature themes. If you are sensitive to those subjects, please do not read.

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"You just left her there?" Phoenix's words come out heated and slurred and Bob just sits there and takes it, chancing glances her way, "What the fuck is wrong with you, Bob?!" 

He can't look at her, not because he is the one parking the car on the curb in front of their house, but because he knows that if he does, he won't be able to stop the flood of tears that he is keeping in. 

"I feel so bad for her! I don't even know this poor girl but my heart aches. Did you really torment her for four years?!" She implores him, and he is stuck thinking her inflection was used on the wrong word. It's like she can believe he tormented her, but not for as long as he did. 

He doesn't answer her, instead opting to tell her that they should go inside and get some rest. He can't tear his gaze away from the glow of the dashboard. With a mumble, something that sounds like 'unbelievable', Natasha is unbuckling her seatbelt and crawling out of the truck. Bob hopes the booze is enough to keep her from remembering the whole conversation, he can't bare to see at bewildered and crushing look on her face she gets when someone has really fucked up, and Bob has really fucked up. 

After she slams the truck door, he kills the engine. The glow of the dashboard no longer illuminates his face, the light from the headlights no longer reflecting off of the ground and into the cab of the truck. Still, he white knuckles the steering wheel, emotions finally wracking through him in the comfort of the darkness. 

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It wasn't long after Sunny said she was coming to visit that she and Natasha traded phone numbers. Texting to make arrangements seemed to be the easiest way to go about planning their adventure. Natasha had promised to be the one to make the commute to the hotel to pick Sunny up. 

Nat didn't mind playing driver if her best friend was at the end of the almost hour trip. That was, until she got notice of a training mission she couldn't get out of, which lead her to making the big step of calling Sunny. 

The line tolled, making Nat's already nervous energy vibrate through her. She bounced her leg u and down with the hopes of directing all that nervous energy elsewhere. It didn't help in the slightest. 

Bob had always teased Natasha for that little habit of hers. The fact that she can fly a multi-million dollar jet, armed with enough explosives to level a small city, without getting sweaty around the collar but couldn't make a phone call without almost crawling out of her skin seemed to make Bob chuckle. 

"Nash? Honey, is everything okay?" Sunny's voice rang out over the line, wavering a bit. Natasha's heart swelled at hearing her best friend's voice for the first time. 

Sunny's voice was smooth, if not full of worry. The sound of it warmed Natasha from the inside out, even if her friend did sound like she was ready to crawl right through the phone. Nat being the opportunist she is, throws a joke out instead of any sort of comfort- after all, this is the first ever phone conversation they're ever going to have and there was no way she was going to waste it. 

"What, I don't even get a hello?" Nat couldn't help but giggle. She plays with the pen in her hand, letting is swing between her fingers. Another nervous habit. 

"Oh I'm sorry, hello. " Her voice drips with too much sarcasm, "You call me out of the blue and expect me to just be calm enough to say hello?! We've never spoken on the phone and you want me to treat it like it's a normal thing?" Sunny is laughing now, the teasing from Natasha easing her worries. With each word Sunny spoke, the pen between Natasha's fingertips slowed, her leg no longer bouncing. 

"Everything is fine, Sunny. It's just that a work thing came up and I don't think I am going to be able to pick you up on Wednesday night," She tries not to sound too disappointed, though she doesn't like the plan she is going to have to propose. 

"That's okay! I'll just get an Uber or something!" Sunny is quick to try and ease the tension she hears in Nat's voice. If there was something Sunny hated being, it was an inconvenience. She was already pulling the phone away from her ear to look up how long it would take to get across town in a ride share. 

"You absolutely will not be doing that. I am going to send one of my teammates." The last word comes out pinched, like Natasha isn't sure she is using the right word. 

"If it were up to me to send someone, ideally I'd pick Bob, but since he is my back seater, he is going to be stuck with me." Phoenix takes a deep breath, pinching her nose with her forefinger and thumb, "By the looks of it, I'm going to have to send Hangman," 

Nat grimaces a bit at the thought, knowing exactly that Hangman is the last person she wants to send to pick up her best friend. Hangman is the last person she wants to ask to do anything. Bradley would be better, he can at least be trusted around women. Everyone else is stuck on off shore duty, leaving Phoenix severely out of options. 

"I can handle Hangman," Sunny retorts as a matter-of-fact. She has heard the stories, and Hangman doesn't scare her one bit. She can handle a bit of harmless flirting, and knows how to put a man in his place. Nothing was going to get in between Sunny and Natasha, especially not a guy like Hangman. 

"I know you can, I just hate that you are going to have to deal with him alone for that long. I've told you the stories and unfortunately he still thinks he's God's gift to women. Plus, I hate that he is going to get to meet you before I do!" Nat slumps down in her chair, a hand running through her well gelled hair. 

"I know, I hate it too. You know what else I hate?" Sunny giggles.

"What's that?" Natasha fights a smile. 

"That you gave all of these people cool nicknames like Hangman and Rooster and Coyote but you named your freaking back seater, the one who helps keep you safe, Bob!" They are both laughing now, full, hearty laughs. 

Rooster's voice breaks through the laughing, his head coming into view from the around the door frame, catching Natasha's attention. He waves at her, then motions to the watch on his wrist before disappearing out of sight. With a huff, she speaks, pulling herself together as she goes,  "I love you, stupid. I've gotta go, duty calls!" 

"I love you too, go kick some ass!" The line goes dead, both women smiling wide, knowing their first in person meeting is quickly upon them. 

"Hey, really quick, before you hang up!" Natasha rushes the words out, "It's good to hear your voice, Sunny,"

"It's good to hear yours too, Nash, really good," 

---

When Wednesday finally rolls around, Sunny is standing outside of the hotel, the late afternoon sun beating down on her face. Her duffle bag is thrown on the ground next to her, one boot on top of the bag, the other firmly planted on the pavement. She leans against a pillar, one hand coming up to shade her eyes. Hangman is supposed to be pulling up any minute- at least, that's what his text said. She checks her watch; 17:15. The bastard is already fifteen minutes late. 

Sunny is dressed the agreed upon attire, the red sundress she had packed. The color would be easy to spot and the women didn't have the upmost confidence in Hangman. 

A truck comes barreling around the corner, loud and unapologetic. Sunny can't help but laugh a bit, the sun glimmering off of the dark gray paintjob. The truck pulls up to the curb in front of her, the window rolling down as the truck rolls to a stop. 

"Darlin' please tell me you are the one Natasha sent me to pick up. Hell, even if you aren't, please climb up and put me outta my misery," The blond man behind the wheel smirks, his emerald eyes bright with mischief. His words are dripping with a southern drawl, no shame behind his smile. 

His eyes trail over her body, up from her boots, over the exposed skin of her legs, passed where her long skirt exposes her legs through the slit in the fabric, then up to the bodice of her dress. His gaze lingers at her chest, not only on her cleavage but on the small sliver chain she wears, before coming up to meet her face. Her hair is styled back and out of the way, her face on full display. The lipstick she wears compliments the dress perfectly, and Jake is having a hard time pulling his eyes away from her lacquered lips. 

"Hangman, I presume?" Sunny crosses her arms over her chest, a smirk of her own plastered to her face. The tan uniform he wears and the smirk, the one that Natasha had warned her about, present on his face give him away. 

"Baby, you can call me whatever you want as long as you say it like that," His Texan accent peaks through at the end of the sentence, drawl curling over the words. His eyes finally meet hers for a moment before he is trailing his gaze back down. 

The nicknames should bother Sunny, but she is too busy to give it a second thought, already moving to yank her duffle bag from the ground, "Okay then, Hanged Man, let's get a move on," She tosses the large bag into the bed of his truck with ease. 

Her necklace catches the sun, glinting in the direct light. Hangman's eyes catch the shimmer of metal, eyes flicking from her lips, down to the chain, and back again. He half attempts to get a look at the charm but can't keep focus long enough to make out the tiny shape. 

"It's Hangman," He corrects her, leaning over the bench seat to push open her door. 

"It's Hanged Man now," Sunny speaks, sliding into the passenger side, "Since you just hung any chance of getting with me with the second sentence you let fall from your pretty mouth. You really should think before you speak, it might get you further," 

Sunny slams the door and secures her seatbelt, motioning Hangman to get a move on with the wave of her wrist. The whole motion is meant to be playful, the glint in her eye says as much. 

"So you do think I'm pretty?" He wiggles his brows at her as he pulls away from the curb. 

She grazed over the question with the roll of her eyes. She knew from Natasha's stories that Hangman could be trouble when he wanted, and likely insufferable most of the time, but she held out hope that he wasn't going to be shooting his shot at first sight. Sunny can't help but giggle at how wrong she was. 

"Tell me somethin'" Sunny starts, lifting one foot to rest on the dash. She adjusts her skirt to keep from flashing him, but she definitely seeing Hangman try to sneak a peak out of the corner of his eye. He can't help but admire her boots, from the smooth, square toed leather and the embroidery that wound its way up the throat. He couldn't help but think of how much he missed seeing girls in boots. It takes everything in him to move his eyes back to the road instead of up the plush skin of her exposed leg. "Is everybody aware of the nicknames that Nash has given everyone, or am I missing something?"

"Oh, they aren't nicknames, Darlin'," He chuckles, "They are call signs. The names we use for each other while in the air. We got them in flight school, Phoenix didn't choose 'em" 

"Phoenix? Is that Nash?" Sunny questions, turning a bit more to face Hangman. 

"Yeah, that's Nat. Why do you call her Nash?" He fires a question right back. They merge onto the interstate with ease. Hangman is a surprisingly good driver. Sunny never doubted that he knew how to control a vehicle, especially because he flies jets for a living. Yet, she expected him to be more reckless, possibly more cocky. 

"That's how she signed her name in the first email I ever got from her!" Sunny laughs a full laugh, the sound filling the cab of the truck, "She was totally drunk and I guess she must have missed a few letters,"

"I'm Jake, by the way, Jake Seresin," He holds out a hand to her, his elbow awkwardly close to his ribs. She shakes his hand, her grip firm, just like her Uncle taught her. His large hand envelopes hers, the rough skin of his calloused palms rubbing against her own. 

"I'm Y/N Hannigan, but you can call me Sunny," Her real name rolls off her tongue and Jake just smiles at her. Sunny knows she should have introduced herself sooner, but doesn't apologize for the laps. 

"Pretty name," He comments, keeping his eyes forward. 

"Thanks," She smiles. Maybe he isn't so bad, Sunny thinks to herself, settling further into her seat. She is ready for him to ask about the nickname, or for him to make a remark about the cliché of it, but he doesn't.

The two sit in comfortable silence for a while, country radio crackling through Jake's stereo. She hums the words and he smiles, liking the company of someone else who doesn't automatically rip into him for listening to country music. The city passes them by as they get closer and closer to their exit. 

Then a thought hits her, pulling her straight back into reality. 

"Oh my god," Sunny mumbles.

"What's up, Darlin'? Jake asks, quirking an eyebrow at her. His hands tighten around the steering wheel, tension pulling his forearms taught. Neither of them notice. He is ready to pull the truck over, stop everything just to help her out. He half worries she might puke in his truck- grimacing at the thought of the time he had to drive a very sick Bob home after he got food poisoning. 

"If these are all your callsigns, there is really some poor bastard stuck being called Bob?" Jake laughs, big and loud, a wide smile stretched across his features. He is relieved that there isn't anything actually wrong. 

"Everyone got these cool names, making y'all sound larger than life, like superheroes or something, and that poor bastard is stuck with Bob! I can't believe it! Bob!" She holds a hand over her chest, palm pressed down against her skin, another bubble of giggles threatening to come out. 

Jake can't help but smile to himself, the laughter evening out into a warmth in his chest. Up until that moment, he thought 'Bob' was a silly callsign, but not in an all out laughing kind of way, more in a 'poor bastard' kind of way. Now, he is laughing too. 

"Oh yeah! I call him 'Baby on Board' but it's really just'a nickname. His name is Robert," Jake explains as he pulls off the highway. Traffic is getting thicker now that they've pulled off the highway, Jake's large truck sticking out amongst the sea of electric and hybrid sedans.  

"That's really a shame. I'm gonna have to give him a better nickname than that. Can't leave anyone out of the fun," Sunny is dead serious, already thinking up possible names for this famous Bob she has heard so much about. 

"Well, you will get to meet him in less than an hour, and I'm gunna warn you, he's a quiet one. Spooks easy, so don't go chargin' in there if you don't want him takin' off runnin'!" Jake jokes, checking the well worn watch on his wrist. Right on schedule. Not Phoenix's schedule, but on schedule none the less. 

"I am so excited to meet everyone! I feel like I already know you guys, but putting faces to the stories is really going to be a treat," Sunny speaks, running a hand down her thigh. Her skirt shifts, revealing more of her upper thigh, dangerously close to slipping to reveal the skin all the way up to her hip. Hangman tries not to look, he really does, but his eyes drift back to her bare skin as they slow to a stop for a red light. 

"Well, I guess I should break the news to you that half of the squad is stuck on off shore rotation for the next few weeks, not sure when they'll be back exactly. I guess Phoenix, Rooster, Bob and I will have to be enough for you for the time bein'," Jake jokes, his eyes slowly crawling up her body. A loud honk from the vehicle behind them snaps his mind back to reality. Sunny just giggles in the seat next to him at nothing in particular. 

"Nash already told me, but thanks for the heads up! And don't worry, you guys are going to be great company. I just hope you guys won't be itching to send me home, if I'm bad company or something," Sunny shrugs, a tad bit of insecurity sneaking it's way into the conversation. 

"If anything, Phoenix is going to do everything in her power to get you to stay," Jake begins, trying to ease the bit of tension in the air, "Plus, if the rest of your visit is anything like this ride has been, we will be sorry to see you go, I promise," 

They pull into the quiet parking lot of the Hard Deck a little while later, the sun slowly setting over the ocean behind the bar. Sunny can't fight the smile that pulls across her lips at the sight. Hangman glances at her, his eyes running slowly over her profile, well lit by the dusty sun.

Sunny watches the sunset for a moment, letting the reality of the situation sink into her. She is in California, she is going to meet her oldest friend for the very first time tonight, and she has just had a very pleasant ride with a man she had already pegged to be insufferable. Maybe Hangman is right, if the ride across the city is any sign as to how the rest of her trip is going to play out, she is in for the best trip of her life. 

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Safe

Loki Laufeyson x Fem Witch!Reader

WARNING: SMUT 18+, ANGST, Oral Sex ( R Receiving) P in V Sex, No Protection (This is fiction, you are not, WRAP IT UP), Praise Kink, Mentions of Torture, Hurt to Comfort

PREFACE: Nearly a month after being rescued by Loki, Reader begins to warm up to him and even starts developing a crush on the all powerful god. One night, she has a particularly frightening nightmare about being kidnapped by Thanos and goes to find Loki for comfort

A/N: Flashbacks in Italics!

Dream Sequence in Bold, Italics and Colored!

Loki never faked his death in Avengers 1, but just escaped in this A/U

I have such an affinity for big scary villains having soft spots for 'that one person'

"Please", I sobbed quietly,

As the titan walked closer towards me. The gauntlet on his wrist emitting different colored glows from each infinity stone.

"I don't know where the mind stone is", I lied.

I couldn't give Vision away and betray the family I made of the Avengers. They've saved my life on countless occasions and I couldn't let them down.

"Lies do not bode well with me, little witch. It is in your best interest to be complicit", he warns menacingly,

Before calling over his henchmen to pull my bruised aching frame off the floor.

"I will not ask again...where...is...the stone?"

"I don't know!"

He sighs heavily and points the golden fist right at me.

"Fine. Have it your way"

The gauntlet begins to radiate light and I felt it drawing my powers out of my body. The screams of agony I let out echoing around the room and down every hall.

To say it was excruciating would've been an understatement. I could physically feel the life in me being quickly drained and the remaining strength I had left leaving with it.

Just as I was on the verge of completely losing consciousness, I wake up screaming into the darkness of my bedroom.

This was not the first nightmare I've had since escaping Thanos and I was sure it wouldn't be the last, but this one felt all too real. Like, I truly was still on that spaceship, enduring even more of the torture.

It had been nearly a month since Loki found and rescued me. No one knew that either of us survived Thanos' attempt on our lives, so, we were left to hide out somewhere in Europe.

At first, I wanted to leave and find the rest of the Avengers, but Loki refused to let me go and enchanted the house we were staying in. It wouldn't have been a problem...had I not just lost most of my powers.

He was a god after all and I was nowhere near strong enough to break through his magic, especially running on an almost empty tank.

"It's not safe-"

"They're my family, Loki-"

"Then they should be able to understand that you are in no condition to fight!"

"I at least need to let them know I'm alive!"

"And risk exposing yourself to Thanos?! Are you really that stupid?!"

The tension between us was all you could feel. That and the deafening silence that followed his harsh words.

"Don't call me that-"

"Stop acting like it and I will"

I walk away and take a seat by the bay window. He sighs and bows his head.

"I saved your life. You might hate me for this now, but I do hope...eventually, you'll understand", he says,

Before making his way back to his room.

I couldn't really blame him for being the way that he was. He had lost so much already and I was the only person, besides his brother, to give him another chance at life.

Loki and I met long before the kidnapping, while he was in S.H.I.EL.D.S' custody. No one was getting through to him and Thor thought I would be the right person for the job, given my past.

"You sure about this, kid?", Nat questioned,

"I know enough about dealing with people like him"

She furrows her eyebrows curiously.

"What does that mean?"

"I was like him", I emphasized,

Before walking towards the chamber they locked him up in.

"Well...you must be the witch I've been hearing so many murmurs about"

I sigh through my nose, as he scanned me up and down.

"A lot shorter than I imagined"

"And a hell of a lot tougher than your futile attempts to get under my skin, so", I smiled sarcastically,

"Oooh, sharp tongue", he says,

Using his elbow to lean against the glass, as his deep voice causes my stomach to stir.

"You might just be the most interesting person I've met today. Well, that's not saying much, given your competition. My dull brother, the broody spy, metal man and captain wonder boy"

I scoff, folding my arms.

"I hear you use to be a villain of sorts. Why the change? I can tell you had potential"

"I found a family"

It was now his turn to scoff and turn away.

"The avengers?", he mocked,

Turning back to watch me step closer to the glass.

"You truly think they actually care about you?"

I take a moment to myself, before returning my attention to the god before me.

"I used to be just like you. Untrusting, malicious, a conniving little backstabber that was convinced that everyone was out to get me. I would hurt people before they could even think of hurting me first, sound familiar?"

He rolls his eyes and shakes his head at me.

"If you're such an expert on my character, then why not just kill me and get it over with?", he questioned,

"Because you still have a chance. I did and I know you do too"

"How incredibly naive. This little mind game of yours might work on the weak, but not on me"

"Its not a mind game, Loki. It's the truth"

He glares at me in an attempt to scare me off, but that wasn't going to work.

I knew back then if the team had just walked out on me, I would still be in the same exact position as him, maybe even worse off. So I wasn't going to back down without a fight.

"Was it easy for me to let my guard down? No, it was terrifying. I thought they would turn on me at any chance they got, but when they came back and saved me from Hydra...I knew I could trust them"

"How touching. Should I bring out the violins?"

I roll my eyes at his sarcasm.

"The point of all of this is that I'm not giving up on helping you"

"You're wasting your time", he said dismissively,

"Maybe, but that's not gonna stop me"

Unbeknownst to me, what I said actually got to him that night and for the first time in centuries, he truly felt seen as something other than a monster.

After his escape, I didn't see him again till Ragnarok, when we had to battle against his sister, Hela.

I was preoccupied with fighting off one of the undead that I didn't notice another one closing in on me. Just as the Draugr was about to swing his sword, his head was cut clean off his neck and the moment his body hit the ground, Loki was revealed standing right behind him.

"Hi", I greeted surprised,

"Hi", he nodded.

I look behind Loki and see Hela's wolf charging at us, when I use my powers to suspend the creature in the air and send it flying over Asgard's edge.

"I see you've gotten stronger", he says,

Causing me to shrug.

Once Thor put an end to Hela's reign of terror and got the remaining of Asgard's people safely onto the ship, we thought we were in the clear.

We couldn't have been more wrong. The refugees were mercilessly slaughtered by Thanos' guards and we were all imprisoned for days. All of us, except for Loki, who still pretended to be on the titan's side.

Eventually, when Thor was ejected out of the ship, Loki somehow managed to sneak the tesseract out and plan his escape, but when he realized I was still trapped there, he couldn't leave me behind.

I was laying in my cell, after freshly being drained of my magic, when a flash of green catches my eye. I tiredly turn to see who it was and in my half-conscious state, I could still recognize the man rushing to my side.

"Loki?", I called out weakly,

"Shhh, I've got you", he whispered,

Scooping me up into his arms, before using the tesseract to teleport us away.

I couldn't make out where we were, but he immediately lays me down on the bed and started checking me for injuries. Thankfully, only my hands had aged years from my powers being taken and they would eventually return to normal with time.

"Get some rest. I need to make some arrangements"

It didn't take long for me to fall asleep after that.

Back to present day, I find myself leaving my room and making my way to his. Hesitantly, I knocked on his door and awaited a response. The door eventually opens and I was met with Loki rubbing his tired eyes.

"(Y/N)?"

I could no longer keep my composure. I run into his arms, throwing my own around him and sobbing into his chest.

"I had a nightmare", I wept.

He sighs in relief, before holding me.

"I still see him when I close my eyes"

"Shhh, you're alright"

I pull away, sniffling and he wipes my tears away.

"Come in", he urged,

Gesturing to the inside of his room. I nod and walk in, taking a seat on the foot of his bed, as he followed suit.

"He can't get you. I won't let him", he reassured,

Taking my hand into his.

"You can't promise me that"

"That won't inhibit me from trying"

I take a deep breath, as he uses his hand to gently cup my cheek and turn me to face him.

"It won't"

"Could I um...stay here? Just for tonight", I sniffled,

"Of course", he reassures.

We get into bed and buried ourselves beneath the blanket. A few moments of silence goes by, till Loki spoke up.

"Was this the first nightmare?"

I was too embarrassed to reply, so I simply shook my head.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I was ashamed. I didn't wanna worry you either"

"Ashamed? You've gone through the worst of it and here you were, worried about how I would see you? (Y/N), you don't have to pretend with me. You're allowed to express your pain"

Hearing him be so sincere and gentle was more than enough to calm my nerves. I scoot closer towards him and he welcomes me in with a warm embrace.

"You are here with me and as long as there is still life in my veins, I promise you, you are safe"

I crane my head up and he meets my gaze.

Maybe it was just the exhaustion that was getting to me, but in that moment, I felt something and I was sure he felt it too.

"Loki", I whispered,

Carefully bringing my hand to his cheek.

"Yes?"

Without wasting another precious second, I press my lips onto his. If you had told me months ago that Loki and I would be here, in this moment, I would've laughed in your face, but right now...all I could think about was how good he felt against me. How effortlessly his skilled hands would caress the expanse of my back.

For a while, he reciprocated the kiss with the same fervour that I had, but then suddenly, he pulled away from me with a gasp.

"We can't"

"Loki-"

"If you're doing this because you feel as though you owe me...don't"

I couldn't help but feel my heart ache at his words. He really thought this was just a pity kiss, when it was nothing of the sort.

With my hands still cupping his face, I spoke.

"Loki. You saved my life, yes...but this isn't just some act of me saying thank you. Don't get me wrong, I will forever be grateful, but this is not what tonight is about"

He watched me intently, anticipating what I had to say.

"Life could end at any given moment and I won't spend what could be my last days being afraid. I know should've said this sooner...but I've fallen for you", I confessed.

His shoulders relaxed at my words.

"You truly mean that?"

"With every fiber of my being", I reassured,

Rubbing my thumbs back and forth on the apples of his cheeks. He lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding, before continuing.

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting to hear you say that"

All the weight that had been burdening me for weeks had finally been taken off my shoulders. He brushes a hair away from my forehead, before continuing to speak.

"You saved me from the moment you met me. You gave me another chance at redemption...and I will never"

He presses a kiss to my forehead.

"Ever"

He pressed one more to my cheek.

"Be able to thank you enough"

He presses a final one to my lips.

"If you'll have me, darling, I would love to show you the depths of my devotion"

I couldn't help, but blush at his request.

"I'd love nothing more" I exhaled.

That was all the god of mischief needed to hear, before grinning like a wild cat and pouncing onto me.

Our lips meet in a heated exchange, as his hands used my hips to pull me in closer. Every inch of my skin was burning for more. All the secret pining and anticipation has lead us to this very moment and I knew there was no going back from here. Not that I had any plans of doing so.

At some point, he flips us over so that I was on top, straddling the expanse of his thighs. I pull away for a moment to grasp at the bottom off my sweater and pull it off over my head. I was now left completely topless.

A coy smile tugs at his lips and his hands make their way up my waist, till they gently settled on my breasts.

"Had I known this was what awaited me beneath your clothes, I would've invaded New York much sooner", he joked,

Making me chuckle, whilst biting back a smile and shamelessly rolling my hips against his erection.

"Glorious, every inch of you", he exhaled.

Every word he spoke had me losing my breath. Though, it should come as no surprise to me, as he was always so effortless with them. He didn't have to say or do much to make me melt and he knew it.

Growing impatient with me teasingly grinding on him, he flips us over once more, causing a surprised gasp to escape me.

"You will be the death of me", he murmured under his breath,

Kissing me again. His lips eventually trail down my neck, the valley between my breasts, till he wrapped them around one of my eager buds, using the tip of his tongue to draw firm circles. The sinful noises spewing out of me only encouraging him further.

Once he was done showering both my hardened nips with attention, he journeyed down farther, before yanking my shorts and underwear off and pulling my thighs apart. I couldn't help but feel a chill run up my spine, seeing him stare at me with now darkened eyes.

"At long last"

He drags a finger up my drenched slit.

"A feast worth dying for", he whispered,

Finally lowering his head. I gasp at the contact, feeling his tongue clean up the mess he caused. My hands flying up at his hair, grasping at the roots.

"Loki", I whimpered,

As my legs tighten around his head. I was only met with approving hums and his hands keeping my legs apart, allowing him to continue savoring the taste of me.

"Even the sweetest fruits fall bitter at your presence", he mumbled against my bundle of nerves,

Sucking it in like the last thing he'd ever have.

I already found myself trying to fight of the nearing climax that was threatening to overtake me.

It would've been less of a struggle, had he not decided to slip two of his digits into my needy cavern, repeatedly pressing into my sweet spot. He was oh so precise with his ministrations.

"You're close, I can feel it. Do not deny me of that. Come undone for me, darling. Show me how good I make you feel"

That was the final push I needed for the knot in my stomach to snap apart and unravel. My vision fading for a moment, as my body tensed to welcome in the euphoric high.

Eventually, I grow limp coming down from my orgasm and he slowly made his way back up to my lips.

"Do you taste yourself? So exquisite, so rich. I must have you"

"Then take me", I demanded,

Holding the back of his neck.

"I was only ever yours to take"

I could tell that unlocked something within him. Like I had just awoken a beast that was already trying to claw its way out. Giving me one last mischievous smirk, he sits up, pulling his own boxers off, revealing his painfully hard cock that was begging to be soothed.

"Do you see what you do to me? Driving me up the walls by simply just being? I will ravish you to no end"

"Stop talking and just do it"

He chuckles deeply and reunites our lips once again, before tossing my legs around his waist. He takes his member into his hand, pressing the red aching tip against my sensitive clit. My back arching off the mattress as a result.

"So responsive to my touch. Will you be good for me?"

"Yes", I whispered,

And before I knew it, he plunges himself into me, resulting in another gasp to escape my parted lips.

"You are just as I'd dreamt", he groaned into my ear.

After giving me a moment to adjust, he slowly pulled his hips back, before thrusting back inside of me.

"You feel so good around me"

It didn't take long for his pace to pick up momentum. Within what felt like seconds, he began pounding mercilessly into my heat. His arms bound tightly around me waist preventing me from slipping away, as if I had any plans to.

That same familiar feeling that overwhelmed me not too long ago already building up.

Loki wasn't that far behind either. I could tell by the tempo of his movements faltering with each passing second.

"I cannot hold back any longer. Come with me, darling. Now", he struggled,

As we both fall into it together. I claw down at the alabaster skin of his back, whilst he gripped onto me for dear life, emptying himself into my pulsing walls. He then collapses on top of me and we take a moment to catch our breaths.

By the end, the room smelled of sex, sweat and the apple cinnamon candle illuminating the darkness.

He then musters the remaining of his strengths to carefully pull out of me and place me atop his sweaty chest.

"Nothing and no one will ever hurt you again. Not while I can help it", he promised,

Kissing the top of my head.

#loki laufeyson #mcu #loki laufesyon x reader #loki laufeyson oneshot #loki laufeyson fanfic #loki laufeyson fluff #loki laufeyson angst #loki laufeyson smut #tom hiddleston

[deerlottie]

this could either just be a very long fic or multiple chapters but the idea is so trans reader is twins with jackie and go to a private school that’s in the same town as shauna’s school, lottie is friends with reader and jackie because of being rich and her dad wanted her to go to the private school (ofc she said no) but r and jackie go to one of lottie’s party’s and lottie introduces them to shauna and nat. lottie and jackie go on to talking nat goes to do something so your left alone with shauna, she’s not having fun because she thinks all rich kids are the same besides lottie but you guys leave the party to get air and go on a walk, she asks about who your parents are (idk but readers mom as a lawyer and dad as a surgeon) she gets a little bit more comfortable with knowing your dad isn’t some owner of a business that’s not an asshole, you guys talk for a while but go back to the party buttt you never get her number. two weeks later your school is having a party so you invite lottie in hopes of shauna coming which she does. you guys leave the party again and you take her to the woods that’s behind your school that has a pond you guys just sit and talk getting to know each other like favorite color that stuff. then it gets quiet and you randomly speak saying that your worst fear is becoming like your father (which she’s a little confused about bc you said your father is a good person (foreshadowing..)) she then says her biggest fear is falling in love and then you guys just change the subject to something else. party ends next day you have no classes so you go in town for lunch and see shauna sitting down at a bench reading so you do over and be like “aren’t you supposed to be in school” she says “aren’t you supposed to be in school” with a small smile you talk for a little and plan to hang out that night. later that night r and shauna are hanging out like at a random parking lot eating icecream, reader asks shauna if he can tell her something that literally he hasn’t told anyone outside of his family, he goes on to say that his dad isn’t his bio dad that his bio dad is tony stark (idk why he came to my mind just him without the whole ironman thing) he says that it was a one night stand and his dad literally hates him and jackie he just pays for their school to keep them all quiet about it. shauna ends up getting mad because she’s realizing he is just like every other rich kid with a asshole dad and ends up leaving. a couple days later shauna is with lottie and runs into r and jackie she’s all quiet but r is just looking at shauna with the stupidest puppy eyes and she just looks away telling lottie she forgot she has to help her mom with something butt then i’d think like they’d just keep running into each other shauna realizing she made a mistake that r isn’t like every other rich kid just unfortunately happens to be the child of tony stark it literally takes months till lottie (who by this time is saying jackie had to add jackielot) tells shauna to get her shit together and talk to you she does and a lot of yelling and tears later your kissing and boom happy ending

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this is like the best idea ever and i forgot to reply but OUGHGHH i wish i was a good enough writer so i do something with this GOD. and the tony stark being readers dad is soooo good. kind of a red string of fate with shauna and reader where no matter where they go, they run into each other and everything constantly reminds them of the other. and i cant help it because of the whole tony stark thing, and i know u said minus the iron man, but i cant help but imagine that it gets out that reader is tony stark's son and some assholes who HATE tony, beat reader up and it lands him in the hospital where shauna visits him and its still a happy ending with angry and happy tears and a kiss :3 ur mind is so powerful anon

#🌹 #shauna shipman thoughts 💭

[apolyian-alluvial]

n o c t u a r y {three}

n o c t u a r y {linked universe x reader}

chapter 3

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“What’s an Apollo?” Wind asks innocently. 

Three words, but it’s the best thing you’ve ever heard in your entire life. It takes all of your self-control not immediately to burst out laughing. What’s an Apollo? A god who thinks the world resolves around him because he pulls the sun—a god who never speaks to his children despite having seven of them. Someone’s who cruel, vain, and selfish.

“Apollo is my father,” you say, biting back a smile and bitterness in your voice. “Greek god of healing, light, archery, and music.” 

“Bullshit,” Legend immediately says. “You’re making things up.” 

“I don’t think Hyrule is a real country either, so either one of us lying or we’re both telling the truth.” You glare at Legend. 

Time eases the situation once more. “It’s a god that seems to be unfamiliar to all of us.” 

“What about Zeus?” you ask. Panic slowly starts to set in. Apollo is one of the most recognizable gods, practically the face of Greek mythology. If you have traveled to a land without them, how are you supposed to get back home? “Hades? Artemis?” 

Warriors visibly perked up. “I know an Artemis! It’s what I call my Zelda.” 

“Your who?” Part of you felt horrified that the name of Artemis was used for a simple nickname. You and your siblings may have a fierce rivalry with the hunters of Artemis, but you all respect the goddess herself deeply. 

“There’s no Princess Zelda in your world?” Wild asks curiously. 

“If there’s no Apollo here, why should I have a Princess Zelda,” you say harshly. After seeing Wild’s subtle recoil, guilt churns in your stomach. “I’m sorry. I have no idea what’s going on.” 

“Neither do we!” Wind pipes up unhelpfully. 

Twilight’s hand on your shoulder startles you. “Why don’t you sit down? We can explain everything while Wild cooks dinner.” He guides you to a half-moss-covered log in front of the cooking pot. You easily settle onto the log, hands immediately picking at the green plant. Twilight sits down beside you while the rest of the group finds their own spots to sit. 

Time takes the spot directly across from you. “Our story is a confusing and hard one…” You listen with adept attention as he explains all nine of them possess the hero spirit reincarnated across different timelines and centuries, each one specifically chosen by the goddess Hylia. Often guided by their own Princess Zelda, they all defended their home from a great evil, most of them facing an evil spirit named Ganon. There’s more to the story, references to master swords, forest spirits, and other gods, but your mind is whirling too fast to keep up with the details. 

“And now, Hylia has chosen us for another mission. A great shadow has risen from the darkness and spread across all of our worlds. It has infected monsters, turning their blood black, and broken time and space. We must stop the Shadow before it destroys all of our worlds,” Time finishes, creating a tense atmosphere. 

You look at the group and see a bunch of tired heroes. You’ve seen it in older demi-gods, those who’ve fought their entire life to survive, who are tired and just want a peaceful, happy ending. It makes part of your ache to see them wear the same weariness. Especially Wind, who can’t be more than fourteen, and looks so much like some of your siblings. 

“What about you?” Time asks, snapping you out of your thoughts. “What has led you to us?” 

Your fingernails scrape against dry bark, you’ve picked your part of the log clean of moss. You settle on twisting your fingers around the clay bead necklace hidden under your shirt. “I am a child of Apollo, Greek god of healing, light, archery, and a lot of other things. The Greek gods come from Ancient Greece. There’s no Hylia or three golden goddesses at all in my world, just the twelve Olympians and a bunch of minor gods, goddesses, and nature spirits. I’m not sure how exactly they came about, but people used them to explain things, like lightning, hurricanes, volcanic eruptions, love, nature stuff, a lot of stuff really. 

But sometimes, the gods and goddesses come down from their home, Mount Olympus, and have children with mortals. My mother said she was approached by my father when she was studying microbiology at university. They dated for about six months, and then I was born.” You shrug helplessly. Your mother never liked to talk about your father and their time together. “The gods having children is kinda common, so Camp Half-Blood was built. It’s a place for us to be safe against monsters and other threats. We learn sword fighting, archery, and can pick up hobbies like smithing, canoeing, or rock climbing. There’s always a lot to do at camp.” 

You look up to meet the surprised expressions of many of the group. Wind looks especially comical with his eyebrows raised to his hairline and agape mouth. “That’s so cool,” he breathes. “Are you a god?” 

You chuckle. “No, not at all, I’m a -” 

“Demi-god,” Time answers for you. 

“Yeah,” you say quietly, staring at Time, wondering how he knew. “I’m a demi-god, half mortal, half god.” 

“So how did you end up here?” Legend asks, tone impatient. He’s leaning against a log, one knee propped up.

You tighten your grip around your necklace, tempted to rip it off in your irritation at the man. “I’d figured you might want an explanation about the gods of my world first.” 

Twilight touches your elbow to ease your ire. He offers you a smile. “Continue?” 

“Demi-gods sometimes go on quests. I was sent on one by my father for Lady Hecate, goddess of magic and crossroads. She lost a magical rod in a forest in Vermont, so I was sent to retrieve it. I found it, but I-” you wince, your failure fresh in your mind. “It got broken when I was attacked by a few monsters. After it broke, the shadow thing showed up and dragged me through a bunch of purple light. And then I ended up here.” 

“Where’s the magical rod?” Legend demands. 

If he opens his mouth one more time, you will absolutely fight him. “I will stab you in the kidneys.” 

“Legend, quit tormenting our guest,” Time says with a frown. 

Legend sputters. “As if you could get a hit on me.” 

A comeback burns at the tip of your tongue, eager to be released, but you know that continuous fighting with someone who could potentially help you is not a good idea. Instead, you just smile widely at him, an odd tactic you learned from the Athena cabin to creep out your opponents. It evidently works on Legend who immediately tears his gaze away, even shifts his body away from you. 

Time turns his frowny face to you. “Earlier you said the shadow claimed you were part of his plan.” 

You can’t hide anything from them now. “He called me his sacrificial light.” 

“Well…” Warriors starts, being the first one to recover from the news. “That’s new.” 

“We have another piece of the Shadow’s plan, but his intentions are still unclear,” Four sighs. “Why can’t our quests be simple for once?” 

“Because who else would be Hylia’s personal chew-” Legend’s remark is cut off by Wild loudly announcing dinner is ready. There’s a sudden scramble of movement as everyone tries to get to the cooking pot first. You stay, content on your log to watch as the heroes eagerly accept their dinner portion from the cook. 

Now that all the attention is off of you, you feel like you can finally breathe. There’s no more weight of eight stares resting on your shoulders. The pain in your head has diminished slightly. You feel as though you can finally think clearly. It’s not something you want to do at the moment. The necklace you’re playing with and the yellow backpack in your lap is a reminder of home you can’t return to just yet. You should feel despair, frustration, and resentful, but you don’t feel anything, not even the urge to punch your father. You just want to go home. 

A bowl is shoved into your hands, snapping you out of wallowing. The curly brown-haired boy, Hyrule, smiles lopsidedly at you. Based on his looks alone, he could be a child of Hermes. “After you eat, I’d like to check you over once more, then you can go to bed.” 

You accept the bowl, enjoying the warmth it gives off. “Okay. Thanks.” A lesson you learned quickly growing up was not to argue with healers. 

Part of you feels wrong to eat without sacrificing a part to the gods, to your father. It’s custom at Camp and to a year-round camper like yourself, it’s something you’ve done at every meal. But another part of you feels vindictive. Why should you offer some of your food to the gods? They’re the ones who got you into this mess. You eat quietly, unbothered by the hushed and exuberant conversations happening simultaneously around you. 

When you finish eating, your bowl is whisked away and you’re guided by Hyrule back inside. He settles you back on your bed. You take a moment to take off your shoes, slightly embarrassed that you were sleeping on Twilight’s bed (presumably) with your dirty converses on. With gentle hands, Hyrule prods at your shoulder and head, asking a few questions here and there, a routine you’re far used to. 

“You have to forgive Legend,” Hyrule says quietly between questions. “He’s had the most adventures out of all of us, and they have not been kind to him. He’s a bit wary around strangers…We all are…” 

“You seem to be doing fine,” you point out. 

The little lopsided smile is back on Hyrule’s face. “I’m one of the least trusting of strangers as well, but my need to help you far outweighs the distrust.” 

“That’s a bit shitty, isn’t it?” 

Hyrule shrugs. “That’s the hero spirit for you. Your shoulder and head have no external injuries, but if anything hurts, just let me know.” 

“Thank you,” you say earnestly. 

“Of course. You should get some rest. In the morning, Time will have decided on what’s the best way to help you,” Hyrule says. It’s not a comforting thought to think about. “Good night, sleep well.” Quietly, he exits the tree house, leaving you alone. 

You settle down on the too soft bed and fur blankets. Like most demi-gods, your dreams are not pleasant. As you toss in turn, drifting in and out of consciousness, you’re haunted by glowing red eyes. 

---

You’re already awake when Twilight steps into the treehouse at dawn. If he’s surprised by your wakefulness, he doesn’t comment. Instead, he collects you and shows you where you could take a bath, giving you a towel and a change of clothes. You flush hot with embarrassment when you realize the bathing area is just a blocked-off watering hole. You’ve had baths in worse conditions, but it’s still daunting to know that a bunch of strangers are within walking distance. 

You wash quickly, eager to get out of your dirty traveling clothes. Twilight had given you a long, dark yellow tunic that nearly reached your knees with a piece of cream-colored fabric to wrap around your waist, tied off with a thin piece of leather. The dark brown pants had to be rolled up a little but fit you otherwise. You put your converses back on and walked back to Twilight’s house.

Wild was once more in front of the cooking pot, dutifully watching as Wind cut up several apples. Hyrule kneeled beside a sleeping Sky, gently shaking the teen awake while Four stood nearby, hiding behind a shield. Legend sat on the ground, sorting through a box with numerous rings inside. Time, Twilight, and Warriors stood off to the side, talking in hushed voices. 

Twilight broke off from the conversation upon seeing you. “I was right,” he smiles. “Yellow does suit you.” 

 You look down at the tunic, pulling at the ends of it. “Yeah, thank you for the clothes.” 

“Of course,” Twilight says. “You can keep them. I have no use for them anymore.” 

“You’ll need them,” Warriors inputs, looking up and down critically. “And a good pair of boots. Maybe a spare change of clothes as well.” 

There’s a sinking sensation in your stomach. “What for?” 

Time clears his throat. “We have decided, that it would be best for all of us if you traveled with us.” 

“Just until you can get me home?” you ask, voice rising in pitch. “Even if you don’t know how, someone else you know will be able to, right?” 

Time shifts awkwardly. “We do not know how long you will travel with us, but it is for the best. If the Shadow is after you, we are able to protect you.” 

“I can protect myself just fine!” you snap. 

“We have no doubts about it,” Twilight soothes. “But if you travel with us, we can guarantee the Shadow does not take you and use you in whatever plan he has, while also giving us peace of mind regarding the safety of our Hyrules. Along the way, we’ll try our best to find a way to send you home.” 

“It won’t take that long, will it?” The desperation is clear in your voice. Fear clings to your chest like a snake trying to squeeze its prey. It took you a day and a half to reach the forest in Vermont. You’ve been in this new world for roughly two days now. You were supposed to have been back at Camp by now, spending your last moments at your home with your siblings. 

“I cannot say for sure,” Time says. “It depends on who’s Hyrule we’re in and our location.” 

“You weren’t this hysterical last night,” Legend comments from his log, oh-so-helpfully. 

“I was probably in shock last night,” you say snappishly. “I have a life I need to get back to. I have a family, a home. I’m supposed to go off to school in just a few days!” 

Time clasps your shoulder. A grimace is set across his face. “I’m sorry. None of us had the choice to be here either.” 

You watch as Time walks away with a glower on your face, the direness of your situation finally resting upon your shoulders. Your hands curl by your sides, itching to punch something or stab something. But you know that it's no one’s fault here. The heroes here are tools to their goddess as much as you are to your own gods. You flop down onto the log bench from last night, staring off into the distance sulkily. 

“You all better gear up,” Twilight calls out, a wolfish grin on his face. “We’re heading to my Castle Town.” 

---

You stay at the end of the group. It’s not that you don’t trust the group of heroes (barring Legend, of course), but you rather keep most of them in your sight while traveling. It’s just your luck that there’s quite a few stragglers in the group as well. The short one, Four walks at nearly the same pace as you. Warriors, however, is internally walking slow, being the one to bring up the rear of the group. From his stiff stance and darting eyes, you can only assume that he’s on the lookout for danger. 

And for how loud the group is, someone has to be. Twilight had said the road to Castle Town is fairly safe, giving the others no guilt in their loud laughter and jokes. You don’t mind their conversations, their cheerful energy is almost pleasing in a way. The other quests you’ve been on had been grim with no time for pleasantries. The familiar relationship they all share with each other is fascinating to watch. 

A voice by your side rips you from your observing. “There’s no way your sword is diamond.” 

You look down at Four, eyebrow raised, slightly surprised that he knew what material it was. “You sure it’s diamond?”

“I know it's diamond,” Four says, tone confident. “But it doesn’t make any sense to make a sword out of diamond! It’s a mineral, not a metal. It can chip easily, needs lots of upkeep, and can’t be repaired.” 

You hum. “Oh really? Good thing it’s not diamond. It’s adamantine.” 

Four pauses to stare at you in disbelief. “Adamantine? There’s no way.” 

“That’s what my father said,” you say. “It was his sword from when he was young. It was probably made by Hephaestus, god of fire and blacksmiths.”

“Your father? The god?” 

“The one and only.” 

Four mumbles to himself under his breath. He seems conflicted, almost as if he’s debating with himself. He’s engrossed with his mumblings so you leave him be. Warriors increases his stride slightly to walk alongside you. “Whatever your sword is made of, we need to find some fabric to wrap it in, until we can get you a sheath. Having a sword that attractive out in the open might attract unwanted attention.” 

You glance down at the weapon hanging by your side, then do the man’s polished armor and blue silk scarf. “Yeah, I guess. I don’t know who would want to steal a sword though.” 

“You’d be surprised,” Warriors says sagely. 

The rest of the day passes by slowly. Four bothered you every now and then for a story about Hephaestus. He seemed fascinated by the god and quite amused by some of the stories. When you ran out of material, Four offered up his own stories, short little stories about his experience in smithing and of his adventures. By the time the two of you run out of things to say, it's close to sundown. Time calls for everyone to break for camp in a small clearing. 

That night, when you set up your new bedroll, courtesy of Twilight, Four places his bedroll near yours. You place your belongings beside your pillow and the two of you exchange pleasant goodnights with each other. Your adamantine sword lay between the two of you, giving off a soft silvery-blue light against the darkness.

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i swear it gets a little better after this chapter lol

#lu wind #lu twilight x reader #lu wild x reader #lu warriors x reader #lu time x reader #lu legend x reader #Lu Hyrule x reader #lu four x reader #linked universe x reader #linked universe imagine #linked universe

[nutria--oscura]

Y'ALL HAVE ME SO SCARED FOR THIS (@cookies-over-yonder @officialgleamstar y'all's posts have slain me) HERE WE GO

like, i'm crting and i haven't even stareted the ep yet wtf-

~spoilers for S2 ep35 under the cut~

preface: I AM SCARED I AM CLUTCHING NICK JR (mouse/rat soft toy) ON THE VERGE OF TEARS

THE PASTA PUNS IN THE INTRO

the sound effects low-key make me wanna throw up-

update: the sound effects make me high-key wanna throw up-

the intro is the high before the storm right? oh dear~

yesss, link is a spouse to his best friends <3

gosh I missed their voices so much <333 <- literally have 100+ episodes it can listen to whenever they want

freddie correcting beth's fact is literally my best friend and i on a daily basis (whos who? we take turns)

i could listen to an entire podcast of just freddie saying facts. like genuinly

HERMIE FACT??? SCAM CONJURED HIM INTO EXISTENCE AS A HIGHSCHOOLER??? MY POOR BOI-

TJ SHOT NICK'S ARM OFF WHAAAAAAA-

TERRY :) WHAT:)?

"your time studying the blade has served you well" what is hapening?

whAT IS HAPPENING????

Terry Jr's back <333

"i did not think that's how this fight was gonna go" same will- same

hey imps? what the fu-

NORMAL'S BACK BOIIIIIIII

ROLL ROLL ROLL ROLL NAT 1 HAH

SCARY AND TERRY JR <3

MEMORY TIME OH DEARRR

"in going from enemies to lovers so to speak"

all the fanfics were right- (nicky's reasoning, him attempting to reason with the others)

ron and nicky are such a vibe together honestly

OH NO- NICKY WAS SO REASONABLE TOO AND YET-

LARK AND SPARROW WITH CROSSBOWS TERRY WITH A SHOTGUN WHERE'S GRANT???

"and a badass fight ensues, but also sad"

oh there's grant

OH WE GOT THE WHOLE ASS SCENE OH SHIT-

TERRY SHOT NICKY, NICKY STABBED TERRY-

TERRY JR AND RON <33

terry's memory being ron forgiving him- (henry voice) oh gosh. oh geez-

"did you see what i did to like, my best friend" BEST F R I E N D

"you showed up, y'know?" what if i just combust?

Scary hugging Terry<333

THEY'RE ALL HUGGING

oh my heart

hey glenn, respectfully, fuck offffff

nicky having more emotional intelligence than glenn is so true-

OH HERE COMES THE GLENN AND NICKY AND TAYLOR SHIT-

"i have a memory that you weren't around for. which was the birth of your grandson" AHHHHHHH

"i always thought taylor came out real quiet. like a real stoic ninja." "nope. came out crying like a baby dude"

glenn... glENN. GLENN! NO. NOT INFRONT OF YOUR 3 DAY OLD GRANDSON

THE FANFICTIONS WERE SO RIGHT- (GLENN IN NICKY'S LIFE BEFORE THE FAITHFULL SOCCER TRIP)

brb cause im like actually crying cause of that scene-

ok... lets go... (screaming crying sobbing sliding down a wall)

JODIE VISITEDDDD

FUCKING TELL HIM NICKYYYY FUCKING TELL HIMMMM

"i remember when... was that you? yea, i remember when you were born." WHAT DO YOU MEAN WAS THAT YOU???? THAT WAS YOUR FUCKING SON

YES GLENN. REFLECT BITCH-

"i didn't see a lot of taylor's growing up, and that was- that was- we're cool now, right taylor?" "fuck yea dawgggg. well-" HERE IT COMES

I AM HEEDING THE WARNINGS

"if i'm gonna be honest dad, i've kinda been hoping and keeping an eye out for time travel magic so that we could go back in time and you could be there for me" imma go ahead an roll a d20 of psychic damage- ah, a nat20 damage, yea that seems about righ- HIS VOICE HOW IT WENT ALL SOFT AND QUIET AND SHY AND THE COMPLETE FUCKING OPPOSITE OF HOW HE IS USUALLY OH SHIT OH FUCK

NICKY ROLL PSYCHIC DAMAGE BOI-

"as a result i have developed a number of very bad habits, that i am told are very hard to break"

"it's too late"

"but you know if there is time travel magic, then y'know maybe- or if you find it, you can maybe, pick me up on the way back to the past" HIS VOICE, THE MAYBES-

"we're just 3 cool guys" "well-"

"i didn't even know where you were"

I'M SORRY- THREE (3) YEARS????

NICKY NO- DON'T-

more memories??? MORE MEMORIES??? OH NO-

OUCH OUCH OUCH O U C H-

HE'S DONE WITH KARATE- NO- NO NO NO N O

FUCKING HELL FUCK ME-

sorry, i have strong feeling w/ regards to parents not showing up to (sprots) stuff

~a pattern~

YES LINK, STARE DAGGERS INTO HIM, DEFEND YOUR QPR BESTIE

the- the fanfics were right (glenn keeping his distance not wanting to fuck nicky up but consequentially fucking nicky up)

"as you're saying this, without even wanting it to, tears are rolling down your cheeks. And in that moment, you and Taylor and Nick, all realise that there is no fixing this, that this is as good as it's going to get. That you are stuck with each other in the forms that you are now. You see daddymagic, that same daddymagic that exited Ron and Terry's body, emanate for their bodies like a fine mist coalesce into the air, and then zip into the jar and fill it up a little bit more, cause that's what your relationship is..." what if i- what if i lost it? right here right now?

gosh i DID NOT heed the warnings oh noooooooo

i'm sorry- the US MILITARY? oh fbi too

hahahahahahahah ha hah h a what? JODIE AND MORGAN ARE IN CUFFS-

GLENN LISTEN TO JODIE FFS

"i'd like to see you try" "hey is glenn immune to bullets?"

LINK KING OF HELLL HEYYYYYYYYYY-

NORMAL NO. BESTIE I LOVE YOU HECK I AM YOU BUT FUCK NO-

"dude- both of us look at each other - fear, fear in taylor's eyes. like, what the fuck are we getting into? why did i open my mouth?" FEAR IN TAYLOR'S EYES??? FEAR????

I'M SORRY? THE CAGE????

FIGHT TO THE DEATH??? NOOOOOOOOOOO

In conclusion:

I am now obsessed with Taylor Swift (Freddie's version)

#OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCKITY FUCK- #i- oh nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo #dndads #dndads spoilers #dungeons and daddies #whispers of the raine

[lilyoffandoms]

Ur art is so pretty. Like gorgeous. Best art. Is making art ur hobby? Do u also make a few artpieces (3, 4 or something like it) for the choices sequel game projects (like bb, nb, ..) for support or not? Just wondering, it us pretty art u do ^^

What r u gonna draw next? Or is it surprise? :)

Ahhhh!! Thank you!!! ♥️

It is a hobby of mine that I recently decided to share again here on tumblr.

I did not make any art for any game projects. I’m nowhere near good enough for that nor confident enough for that but thank you! That’s a helluva compliment!!

I have a few things I’m working on here and there. For The Wayhaven Chronicles, I’ve a Nat x Sai piece I’ll maybe do beyond the sketches Ive done and I’m finishing up a portrait piece of my detective Jason Lin. For Choices, I’ve a Trystan x MC piece I started that I’d like to come back to and a Tryil x MC piece I’m trying to finish up but has been giving me a ton of trouble 😅 I also started a Marcus x Cadell piece for the IF Defiled Hearts that I’m slowly working on.

I also offered to draw art for one randomly picked participant of the Choices March Challenge. So I’ll be starting some new with someone in April.

#ask #anon ask #lovely asks