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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 2 months

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I feel like Loki was upset Cinders calls him Mr Lauferson even when they’re alone. He wants that intimacy, not just sex. Especially because of all those kisses >>>>

Yup. He was gonna correct her but then changed his mind.

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xxiloveeverythingxx-blog · 9 months

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Lost fanfic. Help?

Tony Stark x Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x Loki lauferson x Y/N/OC fic

I can't find this fanfic that I read awhile ago and I can't find it again and I would like help!

Okay so this was a MCU fanfic that was a soulmate AU. The main character (I can't remember if this was a y/n fic or OC fic) was a marvel fan in this world, but ended up in the marvel universe, except soulmates where a thing and tattoos to link soulmates together. The main character gets her tattoos shortly after arriving and she's Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes and Loki's soulmate (and they are all soulmates to each other as well). She wants to stop the snap from happening and save all her favourite characters. So she makes her way into the story using powers she now has and ends up very involved and influences the story, all while hiding the fact she is their soulmate. She goes onto the ship and undoes Loki's hypnosis thing and Loki, Tony and Steve all realize they are soulmates. Later the main character disappears from the others and goes on a mission with deadpool (a friend she made when she first got to that world) and rescues Bucky (and the twins but I can't remember if that's later or not) and undoes his thing as well by exploring his mind over months and saved him. She eventually brings him to the compound and unites him with his soulmates.

The main character also disappears quite often to go collect The stones and help change the story. All her soulmates worry about her a lot when she disappears

On one of her missions (getting one of the stones) she ends up in this coma/dream state thing that lasts a few months and her soulmates think she died or something.

Eventually she finds out that Loki knows she is their soulmate from when she entered Loki's mind and the others find out and soulmate bond with her, but she almost immediately disappears after to help with a war in Asgard and she's away for a while (or the ancient one wanted wanted to speak with her? I can't remember which happened when) and she ended up spending a significant amount of time away from her newly bonded soulmates. Eventually when shes all heal/ready to go back Steven strange tells her that because she disappeared for so long immediately after bonding with her soulmates they are going to be extra protective/possessive over her because reasons.

Does anyone know this fic? I wanted to reread it but can't find it. It probably was on AO3 but might have been on Wattpad. I can also remember some other details if that would help.

#mcu fanfiction #soulmates #lost fanfiction #alternate universe #tony stark #loki laufeyson #bucky barnes #steve rogers #fanfiction

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5bi5 · 5 years

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Hello your moodboards are amazing! Could you do a Loki one please? Thank you!

Enjoy :)

//requests are open//

#marvel #moodboard #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #loki #loki lauferson #norse #norse mythology #tom hiddleston #aesthetic #request

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smutfluffandstuff · 5 years

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Series Summary: While on Sakaar Loki buys a fragile little thing, and he is going to do whatever he wishes to her. Words This Chapter: 1872 Warnings: noncon/dubcon elements, smut (eventually), 18+, terrible decisions made by thirst.

You were truly a fragile thing, a breakable little doll under his emerald gaze - he wanted you. Wanted to hear your voice cry out more than a little yelp as you were thrown at his feet by the scavenger who had found you in the junkyard. Your dress, a once beautiful silk thing that swirled with blues and greens, was tarnished with dirt and grim obviously you had spent considerable time in it, the way it hung to your figure. He moves towards you with, a lazy elegance. His stride are long and confident., He kneels before you. You stare at him; wide, doe-eyes and parted rosebud lips that inspire a wicked grin in him. Oh, you would be such a wonderful little treat. He stands, barely acknowledging you as he waves his hand towards the male scavenger who had brought you, A gesture understood by all but you.

The Grandmaster; was that his name or merely a title? Clapped his hands in merriment.

“Oh, I’m so glad you like this one! She really is a treat for the eyes, what did you say she was again?” He asks, hardly glancing away, he only stares at your form, trembling and kneeling before him.

“She said she was a lady from some planet, said she was hiding from something, not sure what.” He comments, shoulders lifting in a nonchalant shrug as if he weren’t talking of a captured woman, but a treasure found amidst the rubbish.

“Ten thousand credits will do for her, correct?” The emerald-eyed male asks. Your eyes widen more. No. He didn’t mean - You weren’t something to be bought!

“Twenty thousand, she is a princess.” He retorts. Another wave of his hand and the scavenger looks as though he has hit the jackpot. He bows, then lets out a whoop as he goes, without another glance at you. Your lip trembles. You’re terrified.

Suddenly, a large woman grasps your upper arm, the exchange not yet settled in your mind. You try to dig your feet in, try to pull away but her grasp is iron. As your vision clouds with unshed tears, you bite the inside of your cheek so harshly you taste copper. You want to spit at the woman, but where would you go? There is nothing here. Your ship was in a junkyard with other scavengers that would take you back or worse - people who might just find it enjoyable to eat you.

Your inner dialogue is silenced as you are once more thrown to the ground, knees aching when they collide with the hard tiles of the floor.

“Clean yourself.” She orders and slams the door. You scramble to your feet, hands hitting the door as it locks behind her, angry tears shimmer in your wide-eyes. You press your back to the cool door, relief against your heated flesh as you slide down, examining your surroundings. The room is large; larger than you have ever seen, even in your palatial home. Emerald and silver adorn the walls, and to the side, you hear the gentle trickle of water. You find the source of the noise, your body relaxes instantly. A pool of steaming water, the surface covered in thick pink bubbles, emits the scent of mind and lavender that tickles your nose. The itch of grime that rests upon your skin makes you stand and move hesitantly towards the water, as your fingers skim the surface, you make the decision to slip the gown from your shoulders, and step inside. Muscles that had been taunt and sore loosen as you lower yourself into the pool. A deep, shuddery breath has your lips parted in relief. Your head tilts back as you long to wash away the filth of travel from your tresses. Had it been weeks? Months? A year? You didn’t know. All you knew was the large empty void of space which had become your world.

“So nice isn’t it, my dear?” He asks you as he appears, in the doorway. Adorned in leather and a shimmering yellow cape. Instinctively your arms curl around your torso, protecting yourself from his gaze.

You frown at him - the water and bubbles keep your most intimate, places from view, Your damp hair frame your face and you have nothing left to hide behind. Your fingers swipe against your burning cheeks, whether from flushing or anger, they tinge warm and red. He is the viper, amused by the innocence of the rabbit, his prey before him.

“Who are you?” The question rests heavily on your tongue, but that is not important, names and who anyone is isn’t important. “What do you want?"

His lips curl once more, sharp but intrigued. His expression makes you shift in the water. How could such a simple yet unsettling gaze make you long for more? This stranger before you should have you fleeing for safety. He was handsome, yes. Long ebony hair that curled and cheekbones that you could cut your fingertips on. Pink lips, fair skin, and his eyes made you feel as if he could see you inside and out.

"That, my dear, is simple. I want you. I want you in every way a god wishes of a mortal woman.”

You shift, shoulders hunch in an attempt to look smaller, your back hits the wall of the bath as you move further from his gaze. You dare a glance towards the door Could you outrun him? How many steps? Where would you go? Was it unlocked?

Loki chuckles, he holds his tongue, holds back that you running would only prolong your torment. It was a prison and there is no escape for you, from him, but you were so sweetly fragile, you might lash out like a cornered and frightened animal.

“I’m nothing - I’m not special, you could have someone else, why me? I was just a lady, I wasn’t a princess.” You attempt to persuade him, the lie easily dripping from your rosebud lips.

He drinks in the sight of you. Wide-eyes filled with terror and your pathetic lie. Oh, he was the god of lies and you thought he couldn’t see it? The way you held yourself, your manners, your fear makes his cock twitch painfully against his leather pants. You truly are so annoyingly lovely - flesh so delicate he wished to mark you, make you unable to stand let alone walk. He wished to decorate the column of your throat with violent ruby and lilac marks. Perhaps he would bind your wrists, watch as you struggled helplessly, bare before him.

His slim fingers tug loose his leather-bound arm guards, his cape easily removed in kind.tSlowly his fingers move from one piece to the next, He holds your gaze as you can’t help but watch his hypnotic motions. You tremble as you realize what he is doing. There is a burst of adrenaline in your body and you stand. You ponder your escape, eyes flicking to the door. You should go before you lost all your strength.

“Do not attempt to run, little one.” He growls - promise burning on his tongue. His desire for you heavy against his stomach and painful as he moves towards the pool, closing in on your frozen form. His flesh is fair, taut across his muscles and far more beautiful than any man you have ever seen. You have to wonder, if this is what a god looks like, you should have prayed more.

In your mind you know you should run, get away, at least fight him - but as he steps into the warmth of the bath, you dare not move. Afraid any little movement will provoke him, and with him so close, you know he would catch you easily.

“I have a name.” You finally announce, gaze averted towards the water.

He again chuckles. “As long as you are here, you are what I call you. Pet, dove, slave, my little whore. I decide what your name is now, do you understand?”

Your bottom lip trembles, your chest aches with fear and humiliation. Your mind races, thoughts of your home blur through your mind. His icy fingers, long and smooth, grasp your chin and drag your gaze upwards, drawing your thoughts away from your grief. “I asked you a question, I expect a response, little one.” He taunts, thumb gingerly brushing across your bottom lip to still its quivering.

“Ye-yes,” You stutter out.

His gaze is steely. He tilts your head upwards and your lips part in question, but you fear his answer. Even so, he knows what you long to ask.

“My name is Loki of Asgard, I am a prince, you will serve me as such. I expect you to answer when spoken to, to do what I ask with no questions, you are mind, little one. No one will harm you unless you attempt to flee in which case you will be thrown to the scavengers. Do you understand?” He speaks as if it’s a question, but really it’s a command.

This time tears fall down your cheeks, ugly sobs leave your throat. He only watches as you disassemble, gripping your chin harder as he urges a response.. “Yes!” It comes out hoarse and quickly, fear grips your throat and makes breathing almost impossible. Yet he is not satisfied.

“Yes, what?” Loki questions, imploring but merciless.

“Yes, my lord.” You whimper as your doe eyes overflow with tears.

"Very good.“ He does not waste another second, his lips find yours in a bruising kiss. His tongue does not ask permission, instead, he slides it between your lips, tasting you upon his tongue, greedy and needy all at once. His hand falls to your waist, the other in your hair, both severe and unforgiving. Loki brings you closer until you can feel his hard cock pressed against you and you choke on a sob, only for it to be swallowed by his mouth. He continues, and numbly your lips move tentatively against his. Hoping perhaps he would be merciful if you did as he wished. As he pulls away, his tongue slithers across his lips. "Very good indeed, little one. I expect you to respond faster next time, but for now, you will clean up and I will find you new garbs to wear.”

He does not give you a chance to respond because it was not a question. Clear and concise. Another command. You can expect no other tone from him. Sudden dejection replaces fervent desire. You have no hold over him and he makes it plain. He dresses quickly as you are left in the cooling water; alone. He doesn’t say another word before he departs; the door marking his exit with a startling click.

Alone, lips tingling and bitten red, and breath ragged, you sink into the water, You hope that the coil tightening in your stomach is fear. Surely it couldn’t be anticipation. How could it? Even if his pale lips were like velvet, they could not be so soft. No, he was despicable. To think that he could ever own another.

#loki laufeyson #loki lauferson x reader #loki laufeyson fanfic #marvel fanfic #loki (marvel)#loki smut #dark fic #dark Loki

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