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corrupt-fvcker · 4 years

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Friends (ARC Trooper Fives x fem!Reader)

Friends ( ARC Trooper Fives x fem!Reader Headcanons )

Warnings: angst, fluff, NSFW themes, enemies to best friends to lovers trope

Word Count: 2.7K

Author’s Note: i love fives so much,, he needs more content :,)

Fives never thought in a million years that he’d befriend you, much less harbor some sort of romantic feelings that he shoves down deep within his subconscious.

You — the only non-clone in all of the Grand Army that managed to snag the title of ARC trooper, while all the other humans were either Jedi, medics, mechanics, or deck officers.

In fact, he didn’t really want to like you at all.

You have an ego, and it wouldn’t surprise him for a second if you were just another rookie that was in over their head, looking at clones as if they’re numbers.

Though none of it really mattered because you weren’t assigned to the 501st legion, you’re part of the 104th and Fives figured that he could go on with the rest of his life without ever meeting you.

But then you get transferred, and the next thing Fives knows is that you have the nerve to sit next him on the gunship.

He doesn’t talk to you.

Doesn’t even really look at you unless his gaze his concealed by his helmet.

He notices that, yeah, you’re easy on the eyes.

Plump lips, hair that he wants to tug on, legs that he wouldn’t mind wrapped around his waist.

But then he reminds himself that he doesn’t like you–

No.

He can’t stand you.

He manages to avoid you, both on and off the battlefield.

Though he can’t help but notice that you’re not bad in combat.

You can handle yourself and usually take out quite a few clankers.

And he’s not the only one that notices.

All of his brothers are enthralled by you.

Of course, it’s Echo of all people that becomes your confidant.

Which Fives doesn’t like at all because that’s his best friend.

And Fives most certainly isn’t jealous when he catches you and Echo betting who can take out the most droids between the two of you.

Even though that was Fives and Echo’s favorite game.

And he’s about ready to swat you upside the head when you ask him if he wants to join the bet, like he wasn’t the one that came up with game to begin with.

But then you save his ass.

Literally rip the head off a clanker that had managed to sneak up on Fives while he was busy brooding.

So reluctantly Fives decides that he’s going to give you a second chance because he was absolutely sort of an ass to you.

Luckily, you’re used to the surly deposition of Commander Wolffe, so you don’t hate Fives for being so abrasive towards you over the past few missions.

So when Fives offers to trade ration bars with you because he somehow noticed that you don’t like the bantha-flavored supply bars, you accept with a polite smile and offer him the rest of the water in your canteen.

And from there it doesn’t take long for the two of you to become close friends.

Fives quickly learns that you are quite mischievous.

Sneaking out past curfew to have a few drinks at a dingy cantina.

Replacing Crys’ special conditioner with blue hair dye that perfectly matches the 501st armor.

Making cheeky comments just to watch even the mightiest of clone troopers blush like a schoolgirl.

It only takes about a month for Fives to realize that he likes you a little too much.

And everything just felt right when it was just you, Fives, and Echo spending time together in between missions.

But then the mission at the Citadel goes wrong, and it’s suddenly just you and Fives.

And to make matters worse, you were injured.

Fives had never ran so fast in his life, racing to medbay as soon as he finished his mandatory mission report.

As soon as he throws open the door to your room he notices that you’re crying.

He’s never seen you cry.

His heart aches at the sight.

And despite the better part of him knowing that he should keep his distance, he’s pulling you into his chest and holding you as you weep.

He cries too, missing his brother more than ever.

He’s not sure how long he holds you.

It felt like forever, yet he still craves your touch as he reluctantly pulls away.

You’re fast asleep, exhausted.

Your eyes are swollen and your plush flesh of your cheekbones are raw from rubbing at the tears that streaked down your face.

You don’t wake up when he softly presses an innocent kiss to your forehead.

The next time you see Fives, it’s midnight and he’s knocking on your door an entire week later.

Physically, you’re completely healed from the mission at the Citadel.

Unfortunately, you’re not doing so great mentally.

Neither of you are.

The grief that consumes you both swallows your pride whole, leaving you in his arms for the better part of the night.

Hours pass, the two of you sitting on the same couch Echo split a starcherry margarita during a rom-com movie marathon (Fives couldn’t even pretend that he wasn’t a chick-flick fanatic).

You’re legs rest on either sides of his thighs, your head lying on his collar. He’s leaning against the plush cushions of the couch, arms enveloping you.

Neither of you speak for a long while.

Just two friends indulging in the warmth and comfort the other has to offer.

“You okay?” You eventually ask hours later, quiet and uncertain. Voice timid like you’re afraid your words will break him.

The answer is clear.

No, I’m not okay.

But he doesn’t speak.

He doesn’t speak before he’s most definitely not okay and he’s quickly realizing that he’s going to lose everything he’s every cared about to his fucking war.

He lost Echo.

He’s lost parts of himself.

And he’s probably going to lose you.

You -- his best friend in the entire galaxy. The woman that never ceases to impress him, humble him. You, the crazy trickster whose smile steals the breath from Fives’ lungs and the thoughts from him mind. You, the one person in the universe that he’s loved so wholly that he doesn’t think he could ever convince himself to do otherwise.

He wouldn’t recover if he lost you.

He couldn’t recover.

His wounds will heal despite the pain he feels for Echo.

But never for you.

The cuts and bruises he gains from losing you will never fade or close, scarring his body permanently until life grows too painful to live.

He can’t lose you.

He prays that the Maker will answer his pleads.

Please don’t take her away from me.

He doubts the Maker is listening to some clone’s prayers so then turns to the Force.

Please keep her safe. Please keep her alive. I need her.

He’s not sure how the Force works and he’s certain that he never really will, but he prays to it nonetheless. He’d do anything if it meant keeping you by his side.

He makes a promise to himself, to the Force, to the Maker, and to Echo that he will spend whatever time he has left with you enjoying it to the fullest.

Because if you’re going to be ripped away from him by sunrise, he wants you to be in his arms until the sun peaks over the horizon.

“Fives?”

With a shaky breath, he brings himself back to the present.

Hesitantly, you lift your head from his chest, peering up at him through your lashes. The first thing you notice is how pale he is, his normally tan skin drained of color.

“Please talk to me.” I can’t bear losing you too.

The words slip from your mouth incredibly soft as you stare up at him, your face hovering only a few inches from his.

Fives tilts his chin down to look at you, moving impossibly closer.

You can feel his breath fan over your face and you swear that if you spoke your lips would brush against his.

“I can’t lose you too.”

His bottom lip brushes against your cupid’s bow when he speaks, and your heart stutters in your chest.

You blink, trying to remember how to form words. “You’re not going to. I promise.”

You both know the promise is useless. Neither of you have any say on whether or not the next mission will be your last.

Though you promise him anyways.

Your heart wrenches as you repeat yourself. “I promise.”

Fives surges forward with a gentle purpose as his lips collide with yours.

You freeze.

He’s your best friend.

You shouldn’t kiss him back, you should politely push him off of you and tell him that you don’t have any feelings for him.

It would save you both a lot of pain.

Falling in love during a war?

A tragedy waiting to happen.

“Please, sweetheart.”

You kiss him back.

Mirroring his passion with equally eager kisses.

His lips are unexpectedly soft, a pleasant surprise that causes you to hum absentmindedly in appreciation as his gloved hand gently cradles your jaw, tilting your chin upwards to deepen the kiss.

You lose yourself in Fives’ touch.

His tongue tracing your lips.

Your teeth dragging his bottom lip into your mouth.

His bare hands firmly running down your sides until his grip tightens around your hips, tugging you closer.

As blissful whimper scrapes from your throat, Fives forces himself to look at you, your swollen lips smacking as he pulls away.

“Fives,” you whisper as a shattered plea.

Fuck.

You’re stunning.

He could spend the rest of his days gazing into your lust-blown eyes and leave this universe content.

He leans forward, latching his mouth onto the smooth skin of your jaw.

It’s like fireworks exploding inside of your chest at the sensation, the coarse hairs that litter his face prickling your sensitive skin as his deliciously warm tongue dragging up the column of your throat.

You’re not sure where he learned to kiss like this, and you’re not really sure if you care.

But as you grind down into his lap, you realize that you’re willing to do anything to protect the man that you’ve grown to love.

He grunts at the sudden pressure against his crotch, jolting slightly before his teeth scrape the delicate skin of your collar.

“Need you,” you admit in a broken breath of a whisper, your head lolling back at the feeling of his lips marking your skin.

He’d give anything to make you happy, but the last thing he wants to do is rush and mess things up.

He doesn’t want you to fuck him out of pity or guilt and then pretend like nothing ever happened.

He doesn’t want to be your friend. He wants to be more.

His bare hands grasp the hem of your shirt, ripping his mouth from your neck to gaze into your eyes.

You whine because you feel like you’re going to explode if he doesn’t kriffing touch you.

But Fives would never take something that you weren’t willing to give.

“Can I?” He questions breathlessly, though you’re nodding your head before he can even finish his sentence.

He doesn’t realize that you’d let him do anything to you.

He yanks your shirt over your head, tossing it haphazardly over his shoulder.

His head dips down, lips pressing a sweet kiss to your sternum before sucking a dark mark into the flesh of your breast.

If he were anyone but himself, you would’ve been embarrassed by the pathetic noises you were making. But you remind yourself that Fives is your best friend and that you can trust him.

The warm cavern of his mouth is now latching onto your hardened nipple and biting softly as his hand is rising to toy with your other breast.

White hot bliss is creeping through your veins, flooding all your grief and worries, filling you up with a pleasurable warmth.

“So perfect,” Fives murmurs, tone burning with need as the amber pools of his irises are corrupted with a darkness you’ve never seen in him before.

Fuck, you love him.

You know that you do, perhaps you’ve known for a while.

Ever since you sat next to him on the gunship and he scowled, the tattoo on his temple wrinkling before he yanked his helmet over his face.

He was ridiculous, but you loved him nonetheless.

Maybe that was why you loved him so damn much.

His goofy smile made your heart stammer in your chest, even though everyone else seemed to swoon at how all his brothers would smirk.

He was brutally honest with the ones he cares about, sometimes to a fault that would make you want to pull your hair out when he says something awfully true in public aloud.

How Fives would drink a starcherry margarita and still look incredibly macho and sexy.

Yeah, absolutely ridiculous.

But you love him so damn much.

Fives pulls away with a soft pop, gazing into your eyes with such adoration that you thought you were going to melt into a puddle.

His thumb grazes the heated skin of your cheekbones and leans in. “I love you.”

He was precious to you, and you’d go any lengths to keep him safe.

Maybe that’s why you pull away.

Stumbling to your feet and tugging your shirt back on.

“Hey.”

Two strong, battle-worn hands gently grasp each side of your face and tilting up to meet Fives’ gaze. His eyes are swimming with worry and concern, though his steady hold on your face keeps you from avoid the unavoidable. “What’s wrong?”

You feel his thumb brush against your cheek, smearing something warm and wet over your skin.

You didn’t want to cry in front of him. Not when you’ve already hurt him this much.

“I- I can’t,” you sob, shaking your head but he doesn’t release his hold on you. “I can’t do this.”

His brows furrow, tattoo creasing. “You can’t do what? We don’t have to do anything you don’t want. We can take it slow.”

He’s trying to comfort you, but he knows his words aren’t helping as the tears heavily streak down your cheeks.

He already knows what’s coming.

Please don’t take her away from me. Don’t do this.

“Us,” you breathe out through cracked sobs. “I can’t do us. Not now.”

Love has no place on the battlefield, not when you’re both serving on the frontlines.

Duty will always be the death of love.

His eyes say the words that are caught in his throat.

You’re breaking my fucking heart.

You want him to hate you.

It will be easier for him.

When the day comes that a droid gets too close and you aren’t fast or strong enough, it’ll be easier on him.

He doesn’t deserve to have the one person he loves to die.

He wouldn’t be able to handle it after Echo.

But you figure that he might be able to handle losing someone he used to love.

Maybe he’ll luck out and hate you when the day comes.

Maybe then he’ll realize that everything you’ve done was to protect him.

Or maybe he’ll just continue to exist without you, the only person to ever break his heart.

“Please don’t do this,” he begs, his voice weak and broken.

You pull yourself from his grip, trying to ignore his own tears that are painting his face.

“I’m sorry,” you murmur, tilting your gaze to the floor. “I- I think you should go.”

Fives shallows thickly, unable to stop the tears from falling.

I can’t lose you.

He realizes that he already has.

You won’t. Your promise is just as empty as it was earlier.

You don’t move, not even when you hear your front door close and the sound his footsteps fade away.

Your arms are wrapped around your middle, trying to keep yourself from collapsing on the floor and bawling.

You try to convince yourself that you did the right thing.

Because it will always be easier to lose an old friend than to lose the love of your life.

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ladyfiresfanfiction · 3 years

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Baby, Let’s Get Naked - Supernatural Fan Fic - Dean Winchester X OC

She paced around the living room, nearly burning a hole in the floor. Her usual calm, easy going manner had vanished and was replaced with anxiety and frantic obscene murmurings to herself. She was worried that she had gotten dressed up for nothing. But she also worried about other things; what if he had forgotten, what if he couldn't find the place, or worse, what if he was hurt? It didn't help that the smart ass never answered his phone when she called, either. But still, she waited, rather impatiently. If she knew him like she thought she did, he would waltz through the door, smirk at her, and say something stupid like "you're wearing that?" or "let's skip dinner and go straight to bed, sweetheart." Either one would have been comforting right now. What was it about him that drove her so mad? Was it those remarkable eyes? Golden hazel, like a wolf's? Or maybe those plump, warm lips that sent shivers up her spine anytime he leaned in and kissed her. It could have been that rough, gravelly voice as well. Or that body, it was so perfect. The strong, smooth chest, those perfect abs, or those arms that made her want to shove him on the ground and have her way with him. It wasn't just his physique that drove her so crazy. It was also how he could be so childish, but serious at the same time. He could make her laugh like no one she had never known. He was kind, and loving, and he was really protective. He was the guy you could always go to with your deepest secrets, your darkest fears, and he would never push you away. He would be there the second you called. They had met when she had turned eighteen, he saved her life. She was always a firm believer in things she could see and touch. Not what she could sense, or feel. But he proved to her that things are not always black and white, and she thanked him for that. It was the reason she was still breathing, and was able to blow out twenty one candles. When she saw the ghost of her ex boyfriend materialize in front of her, and slowly trudge toward her in a menacing fashion, her life was changed forever. But Dean came along, and he was able to keep her out of harms way. The way he completely took control over the situation, how he risked his own life to keep her alive, it was something she could never erase from her memory. And to this day, three years later, she still thought of him constantly. She wondered if things could ever be more than a quick hang out and hook up before he hit the road. In her heart of hearts, she knew he was the one for her. There had never been another guy since he entered her life. She couldn't find herself remotely attracted to anyone in her town, and she never one thought of going with another guy. Plus, he ruined sex for her. He was like a machine, he could go for hours and never get tired. And the way he held her afterwards, it made everything seem like a fairy tale. Last week he called and let her know that he was coming back to Omaha on business. He said as soon as it was over he would have an extra day or two to spend with her. He was tracking some kind of trickster that was killing the elderly and needed to put a stop to it. She worried about him, but, it was Dean, he would be okay. Dean Winchester could never die. Three hours after he was suppose to arrive, she decided to call his brother, Sam. Her mind had one too many bad scenarios running rampant right now, and it needed to be stopped. The phone seemed to ring continually, which only added to her annoyance. She twirled a lock of her raven black hair around her fingers and growled at the phone. Finally, he answered. "Quinn, hey! What's up?" Sam asked. "Where's Dean? Is he alive? Are you guys okay? Oh, God, please tell me y'all aren't in the hospital!" "Quinn, what are you talking about? Everything's fine. The job is done and Dean and I just had dinner." Sam said, sounding utterly confused. "Oh you did, did you? Ask him if he forgot something tonight." she hissed. Quinn's usual cheery voice has turned to stone. Her crystal blue eyes were probably a dark, scary blue. She was shaking and balled her fist, ready to slug him as soon as he walked through the door. He made her panic, think that something happened with his newest hunt. He knew how much she worried, he knew that she had an over active imagination. And that selfish, stupid, boyish asshole decided to grab a fucking bite before even calling her? Oh, it would not end well. "He's on his way, Quinn.." Sam said, sounding scared. She changed out of her body hugging black velvet mini dress and heels, into a pair of black paid pajama bottoms and an over sized Marilyn Manson shirt. Her hair was devoid of the curls she spent an hour doing, and placed in a half assed pony tail, and her face was now makeup free. She sat on the couch in complete darkness, seething with anger. The second he walked through that door he was going to get it. He walked in fifteen minutes later and tried to feel around for the light switch. When he couldn't find one, he called out to her. Quinn had the nastiest temper he had ever seen on a chick, and he had been with plenty of women to witness unspeakable tempers. He had completely forgotten and felt awful, especially since he remembered she was getting all dressed up. He finally found the switch and saw her in her PJ's, sitting on the couch, looking like she wanted to jump him and rip his eyes out. He nervously chuckled, and moved cautiously. Once he reached the side of the couch, she got up and stormed passed him, slamming the door shut. "You're lucky that car belonged to your dad, because if it didn't, Dean Winchester, it would be DESTROYED right about now!" she screeched. "Hey now, the Impala did nothing wrong so just relax, woman." he said, regretting those words nearly immediately. She punched him hard in his stomach and he groaned. She went into the kitchen and started chugging a wine cooler. He took in a few deep breaths before following close behind. He looked at her, so angry, but so sexy at the same time. Now was the worst time to start imagining the things he'd do her, against the back door, on the kitchen floor, having her bent over the kitchen counter while he pounded her from behind. It was all so tempting, and it would be so easy to get her to cave. He would let her get her rage out, and then at the first opportunity, he would make his move. She glared at him. Why was he still here? She wanted nothing to do with him, and her hand hurt from clocking him in his rock hard stomach. It was like punching a brick wall. She rolled her eyes at him. That smug bastard just stood there, smirking and looking at her from head to toe. He tried to move close to her, but she pushed him away and went to the living room. She plopped down on the couch and turned on the TV. If he wouldn't leave, she would pretend he wasn't there. But, he didn't seem to get the hint. "Come on, baby, how long are you gonna be mad at me? I mean, at least I'm okay, right?" he grinned while whispering in her ear. "Fuck off, Winchester." she snarled. He was growing irritated now. Usually after a few minutes of her incessant glares and obscenities she would break and do whatever he wanted. Then again, he had never forgotten to call her after a job before. It was like this unspoken rule between them. He sighed and went to put his arm around her shoulders, in which she flipped him over the couch. She was now lying down, smiling and proud of herself. But Dean wasn't having that. He was now pissed off, hungry, and horny. For Dean Winchester, that was a volital mix. He jumped up, snatched the remote and turned it off. The next thing Quinn knew was she was hoisted over his shoulder, kicking and screaming while he went upstairs. He went inside her room and slammed her down on the bed. He kicked the door shut and they glared at each other. His eyes took on this melted golden lava hue, and in that moment, Quinn realized how fucked she was. Or, actually, was about to be. He walked over and with one swift movement, yanked her up with her wrist enclosed in his hand. She looked up at him, trying hard not to give in. But the way he was biting his bottom lip, to the lustful look in his eyes, and how his body stood in front of her, unmoving and completely solid, she was melting and quick. He forced his lips hard on hers, and she moaned into the kiss. His hands moved down to her hips, and he squeezed them hard enough that she would have bruises the next day. She sucked on his bottom lip and let her hands wander through his hair, yanking on it every so often. He fell on top of her on the bed and their tongues became engaged in a win or die war. His tongue slid over every inch of hers, soaking up her saliva and texture, it was so far down her throat he was nearly gagging her. She pulled away and attacked his neck, kissing and biting like she was some blood hungry animal. He returned rough, dry kisses to her neck, down to her collarbone, where he proceeded to nibble on. His hand slid slowly down every curve, every crevice of her body. He began to grind against her, letting her feel his slowly forming boner. She began to whimper when he yanked her hair away from her neck and bit down, hard enough to leave black marks. She was sliding her hands down his perfect, chizzeled chest, down to those abs that she wanted to lick. He tore her shirt in half, promising to buy her a new one later. All she could do was pant, and mimic a laugh. He was too much for her to handle. She slowly inched his shirt up, and along the way kissed his body. With every sweet kiss came an animalistic grunt deep in his throat. She knew just the thing to do to get him so crazy, so sex driven, that she would not walk for a week. She finally got his shirt off and worked on his shoulders. She rubbed them while adding butterfly kisses, making him shake and pant profane words into her ear. His hands went up to her breasts, each one fitting perfectly in the palms of his hands. He would squeeze and smirk as she cried out in frustration. He then would proceed to wet his finger while twirling it around her nipple, making them a little wet before he bent down to suck on them. Then his tongue would slide around, and he would nibble, making her arch and scream. He wouldn't let her take control this easily. Her legs were wrapped around his waist and she grabbed his face with her hands, then pressed her lips to his, inhaling his warmth. Their hip bones were crushing up against each others, knocking back and forth, ensuring pain but pleasure all at once. He finally ripped her sweats off of her in one smooth motion, and then proceeded to kiss down her body. He got down on his knees, and forced her legs apart, far and wide, wide enough to make it hurt. She knew what was coming, and began to grip the sheets, feeling her knuckles hurt and turn white. He smirked and winked at her. He began to nibble on her inner thighs, the stubble on his chin was sending every feeling throughout her entire body. She could already feel herself getting wet and sticky. He made his way up to her opening, in which he stuck one solitary finger in. He curled that finger, and another and began to pump them inside of her, making sure she was good and lubed up before he began to taste her. She was already whining and begging him to fuck her, but all he could do was mutter the word "patience". Quinn was not a patient woman. After several minutes of his fingers hitting her g-spot, he released his fingers from inside her and let his large, skilled tongue enter her. He played with her clit while his tongue curled inside of her, making her arch and gasp. He had learned a few tricks since his last visit. The deeper his tongue entered her cunt, the more her body moved. She was nearly sliding off of the silk sheets when he hit her spot. Air was becoming hard to come by, and she was begging him to let her go now. He began to lap up her juices that flowed freely from her body. Her eyes were beginning to roll back in her head and her muscles were contracting. She was so close to losing complete control. And that's when he stopped. He stood above her, jeans still on and the biggest bulge she had ever seen on him exposed. He smirked and leaned down to kiss her lips. His tongue locked with hers, giving her a taste of herself. Her nails raked down his back, giving him some of the pain she was feeling. He pulled away, tugging on her bottom lip as he let go. "Are you sure you want me, Quinn? I could easily leave." he said in that deep, hungry voice. "Fuck me now, Dean. God, fuck me now." she begged. "As you wish, slut." he smirked. He unbuttoned his jeans and she watched as they fell to his ankles. What a perfect day to go commando, she thought. He hovered above her body, the tip of his cock pressed against her opening. Before she could try anything, he pinned her wrists down at her sides, and shook his head no. She was nearly in tears from the pressure and the pounding in her pussy. He could have fucked her sideways and upside down, she wouldn't have cared. This building up bullshit was killing her. And he finally entered her. Every single, solid inch all at once. She groaned as she felt his full girth inside of her, and she bucked her hips against his. He was sliding in furiously, hard enough to send her upward on to the bed, the sheets had become so slippery from a mix of her sweat and the fact that they were silk it was hard to keep her in one place. There were loud slapping noises from their skin being slicked with sweat, and everytime he entered her, he banged his hip bones against hers, causing a shock to go through every fiber of her being. She arched in to him, hungrily kissing him. His bottom lip was caught between her lips, enjoying every second of their kiss. He threw her against the headboard, and he gained momentum as he began to pound her aching cunt. It felt so good it hurt, and she was nearly screaming his name. He grunted in her ear, making her squirm under his delicious form. He finally looked down into her eyes, his lips inches from hers, and he smiled. "You always have been my number one girl, and my number one fuck." he said hoarsely. The more he went in, the wetter she got. Anytime he penetrated her now, it made a loud squelching noise from the huge amount of cum dripping from her. He was nearing the end of his rope as she sucked on his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist, giving him more of a chance to deeply pound her. It was all too much and she lost all control of her body. She screamed, louder and louder, with each thrust he sent her flying into the headboard, and he tightened up his muscles, and shut his eyes tight. He let out a massive load of white hot cum, shocking her body to bits. Her muscles contracted around his cock, and she screamed as she released. He kissed her lips to silence her, and she moaned uncontrollably into the kiss. Once they finished, he collapsed on top of her. He was shaking and panting, and all the while she slid her fingertips through his damp hair, and kissed the top of his head. This was the best sex of her life, and she knew no one could ever top it. He laid there, cradled in her arms, and they were both silent for the longest time. He always liked to go out with a bang, and he sure as hell did this time.

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wordynerdygurl · 5 years

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Costumes & Kittens

Summary: You convince Loki to dress up for a Halloween party and then enjoy a private after party.

Loki x Reader

Warning: SMUT, Funny, Loving Loki

"Are you really going to put on a costume?" Sarcasm dripped from every syllable Loki uttered over the idea.

"Heck yes! And you are too! Right?... Right?" But the look on Loki's handsome face explained exactly what he thought of the idea. Begging him you continued, "Oh, come on! It's so fun!! You get to be someone... or something else for a night."

Waiting for the walk signals to change, Loki looked up and down the street but not at you while saying, "I understand the custom. The appeal of it... but isn't this just child's play? Nonsense?"

You shrugged. "So what if it is? What's so wrong with letting your inner child out to play?"

"My inner child is a miniature frost giant with daddy issues and a desire to conquer... I don't think that's a costume one buys at Target, dearest."

You laughed, he wasn't wrong, really. "No, I guess not... but maybe you're looking at this all wrong. Maybe the question is, 'If Loki Odinson could be anything, what would he be?' Ya know what I mean?"

Shrugging Loki replied, "Anything? I'd be King of Asgard. Or the Universe."

"Be serious for a minute?" It's a tiny bit exasperating trying to explain these kind of things to Loki.

"Serious about a children's fancy dress party?" His eyebrows lifted archly.

"No. Serious about the question. What does Loki want to be when he grows up?" Punching his strong arm playfully, you drive the point home by batting your long lashes at The God of Mischief. He pulls you into a one armed embrace and kisses you sweetly.

"You know I'm over a thousand years old, right? I'm technically over grown at this point." Loki reminds you as he pulls open the door to your favorite restaurant.

"Funny, you don't look a day over 800." Loki nods, chuckling at your quick wittedness. You lean against him, waiting for the hostess to acknowledge your famished existence.

"So, you're going to dress as what, exactly?" Curiosity had Loki caught in its web. Reaching up on tiptoes you kiss his cheek and reply, "That, my dear, is a surprise, unless you want to do a couples costume? Like Doc and Marty... or Westley and Buttercup?" Loki scrunched his nose up.

"Ok. Too soon... so, what about you? Any ideas of what you'd like to be?" The pair of you are flirting like a teenagers as the restaurant hostess finally smiled at you. Leaning into your neck Loki nips your ear gently then husks, "The man who makes your quim quiver."

"How many?" The hostess, slightly put out by your public display, is looking at you with impatient eyes. Your mouth has gone dry with lust so Loki answers, "Just two, dear."

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"This party is amazing!" You shout to Wanda over the pulsing music. She looked so cute as a rainbow unicorn, her golden horn bobbing in time with the 'Monster Mash'.

"You look so good! Oh my goodness, how funny!" Doubling over, Wanda was in tears at your costume, and you had to admit it was pretty hilarious. "Nat! Come here!"

"Noooo! This is great!! Loki's gonna lose it!" Natasha clutched her flapper's boa closer as she giggled.

"Thank you guys! I worked really hard on it!" You were incredibly proud of your look tonight. Black boots laced over your calves to your knees. The armour you'd pieced together from leather scraps and duct tape hugged your torso in green and gold flaring into a matching skirt. The best part was the flowing emerald cape that had started life as a satin sheet but now followed behind you like a green shadow.

Recreating Loki's horned crown had taken weeks of meticulous papier mache, sand paper and gold spray paint but damn, you felt like Asgardian royalty. Did Loki have this sense of power all the time? You shivered a little at the thrill of it.

Knocking back a long swig of your beer, laughing at Sam and Bucky dressed in those tuxedos from Dumb and Dumber, you realized this party was in full swing. Maybe that's why you were taken by surprise when a low, familiar voice crooned in your ear, "My queen."

Spinning on your heeled boots, you found Loki at your side, hands behind his back, smirk firmly in place. His eyes swept over you, taking in the details of your costume with a raised eyebrow, causing blue flames of excitement to curl low in your belly. You felt a creeping blush rise over you and channelling your inner God of Mischief you defiantly raised your chin Loki's direction.

"Yes... kitten?" Now, Loki called you kitten almost everyday, and it never failed to make you purr. Tonight, you used the endearment because the Trickster was dressed in a jet black three piece suit, black shirt and tie, with two tiny ebony cat ears on his head. His cheshire grin didn't hurt his ensemble at all.

"You look... well, almost as good as I do in that suit." His tone is light but you read a touch of approval in the mix. With a hand over his heart, Loki adds, "I'm honored that you went to all this trouble, little one."

Feeling emboldened by the role you're dressed for, you look down your nose at Loki, just like you'd seen him do countless times before. "Trouble? Not at all. This was something I had lying around. I thought these mortals would appreciate seeing a goddess in all her splendor."

Laughing, Loki replies, "Well you are certainly fearsome, my lady. And may I say, you have excellent taste."

You laugh too, "You may! Come on, let's get you a drink!" Grabbing Loki's hand in yours you pull him towards the bar. The crowd thins a bit as you get further from the music so it's easier to chat. Once you each have a cold beer, you perch on the countertop while Loki leans against the kitchen counter, again looking you over.

"I would be a beautiful woman." He stated wistfully. You snort, almost spitting up your suds. "I don't know about that, but you're a pretty sexy cat, Loki." You reached out and flicked one of the furry ears.

After a sip from his bottle Loki counters, "Of course I am." Curling his free hand into a claw, he does his best feline impression, "Meow!"

With a wide smile you casually say, "You dressed up. I wasn't sure you would."

"You said I could be anyone or anything." Loki's lip lifted into a knowing half smile. Nodding, you concede, "I did." Clinking the necks of your beer bottles together you flash Loki a slow smile. You draw your bottom lip between your teeth as you look at your black kitty cat, practically purring yourself. Loki watched your mouth move, his own lips parting slightly, as he leaned towards you.

You closed your eyes in anticipation of Loki's lip lock when you heard, "Reindeer Games! That is not an acceptable costume!! You can't just wear your battle gear..."

Tony stopped short when he saw your head snap around, golden horned crown bobbing slightly with your movement. Loki peeked at the intruder over your gossamer green shoulder. "Oh. My mistake. Great outfits. Party on." And with that Iron Man, dressed in a perfect replica of Elton John's glitter baseball uniform, swiped a bottle of vodka, and swaggered towards the noise.

"Wanna dance?" You're hopeful that he'll say yes because Loki is great on the dance floor, and he knows it. Grabbing you each a fresh beer, Loki nods, "Yes, my liege." And you laugh again at his deference to your implied title. "Then let's go!" Impatiently you stride back to the waiting crowd of friends singing and partying the night away.

The night passes in a blur of dancing, drinks and laughter. Everyone gets a kick out of you as Loki. You play up the role, ordering people to kneel like he would usually do, cracking sarcastic comments and snide remarks with regularity. You're overconfident and you're high on the bossy bitch this get up brings out in you.

"Kitten, grab me another, will you?" Rubbing under his chin like you'd do to a real little black kitty cat, you stroke one of Loki's velvet ears sweetly before brushing a kiss over his lips. He moans softly at your gentle petting and murmurs, "I think this kitten is ready to call it a night, darling."

You catch his eye and see what he's really saying. It's bedtime, not lights out, something that causes a blush to rise over you. Swaying away from Loki you tease, "You got it, cool cat."

Goodbyes take forever because all of you are well over the tipsy line. Wanda squeezes you for five minutes, unwilling to part from you, trying to tell you a story that she swears is hilarious but you just can't seem to follow. Tony tries to steal your crown but you wrestle it away just in time, blocking Steve from snatching it back again. You wave at Natasha but she's got Bucky pinned under her on the sofa, his orange top hat perched on her head and his hands on her ass.

Loki was waiting for you at the elevator, doors open. "How did you leave everybody?"

"Natasha and Bucky are totally hooking up tonight!" It spilled out of you with a drunken laugh as you stepped inside the mirrored moving cube. Pushing the down button with a skeptical smile Loki asked, "Really? Any other odd couples come out your costume convention?"

Suddenly serious, you step into Loki's space saying, "I'm going home with a black cat. That's fairly odd, since, ya know... I'm allergic to cats."

"I promise you, this tom cat is hypoallergenic. No mangy fur... no troublesome litter box." Boxing Loki against the reflective wall, your eyes lock on his ice blue ones, "And is he well behaved? I don't want a naughty kitty in my bed."

Swallowing thickly, Loki husked, "Maybe just a little." You pushed your body into his, collapsing the space between you, kissing along his throat. Loki lifted his chin with a hungry moan as you nipped his Adam's apple, leaving your mark on his pale skin. Grazing your lips over his strong jaw you make sure to pay extra attention to that sensitive spot just under his ear, where tendon and muscle meet.

"Good kitty." Your whispered praise makes Loki blush faintly, his trousers tighter now, as his body responds to your devious teasing. Pushing away from him when the elevator dings, you clasp his hand and drag an excited Loki into the night air.

With your heavy boots and swirling cape it seems like your stride has widened. There's a power in you that dressing like The Trickster has released and it made you feel other wordly. If you were behaving like your god, cocksure and dominate, then Loki was a mewling furball right now, content to be led wherever you went. You lace your hand to Loki's and start steering you both through the neighborhood, back to your home.

It takes a little bit longer than normal as the streets are full of Halloween party people enjoying the chance to be different for a night. You have your keys ready so it takes no time to slip it into your lock. As you bend over, ready to turn the knob, you feel Loki at your back. His strong hands roam over your hips tugging you into his hard, honed body.

"Uh uh little kitten. It's not time to play just yet." You admonish him while forcing him to release you. "Darling!" It was a whine. You'd never heard Loki beg before and the sound of it made your core clench, unchecked excitement coursing through you. Stepping inside, finally, you didn't pause for a drink or a trip to the ladies room. No, you stomped right into your bedroom, Loki in tow.

There's a moment right before snowflakes start their fall when all the world waits in quiet silence for the flurry to begin. A beat, maybe two, where the balance of nature breathes before being tipped one way or another.

This night, when you faced Loki across your soft carpeted floor, dressed in a replica of his armor, you felt that peaceful pause. Loki stood beside your closed door, eyes snapping with unreleased heat, looking sweet as homemade sin, in that black double breasted suit with pointed pussy cat ears and a hungry grin.

To him you looked like a vision come to life. Where Loki was long and angled hidden in that leather and steel, you were curvy and soft. The corseted costume accentuating your bust, those tall boots lengthening your legs, even the helmet looked sexy and dangerous framing your sweet face.

"Loki..." Reaching out a hand to him, you felt the world tip into frenzy as the flurry started.

It took him two steps to reach you. One hand wrapped around your waist, tucking you into Loki's side, the other curled around your neck, supporting it, as your mouths met. Feasting on your lips like a starving man, Loki deepened the kiss when he buried his hand in your hair and pulled your head back firmly. You felt his other hand brush over your ass cheek before Loki squeezed down hard.

Moaning, "Loki... Loki..." you were being driven out of your mind by his talented tongue. His hand followed the hem of your skirt and you moaned when you felt Loki's fingers slide under the elastic leg of your panties.

Placing a flat palm against Loki's chest, you push away from his embrace. He lunges for you once more but you wiggle free of his grasp, cheeks enflamed and breathing hard. You stop to straighten your helmet before asking, "Little kitten... your goddess has a question for you. Why is no one licking my thighs?"

Loki growls, sounding like an actual rabid animal, as he stalks over to where you're standing by the bed. He shoves you down to the mattress, following you into the soft surface, and kisses you deeply again.

"Be gentle, little kitten..." You teasingly remind the dark prince who is laying between your parted knees. Looking down at you like a cornered mouse, your black cat promises, "You're going to find out that kitties have claws, lovey."

Without pausing, Loki's palms push roughly over your long leather boots. You sigh when his rough skin connects with the smooth satin of your inner thighs. He follows the path blazed by his hands with his moving mouth. A lick, teeth tasting, thumbs kneading, trailing closer to your apex, warm and wet and waiting. Loki switches sides, searing his route to your molten core into your memory.

Reaching for him, you run your hands through his long dark locks, fingers connecting with those little furry triangle ears. You groan when Loki yanks down your underpants, pulling them free over your footwear. Echoing your need, Loki chuckles, "Look at this... my queen, wet and writhing before me. Being me for a night did this?"

Eager to get Loki back to business you counter, "Yes... it feels... amazing."

Rich laughter bounces around your bedroom as Loki says, "It certainly does! Listen, I really like this suit, so give me a moment, won't you darling?"

Sitting up on your elbows, cape bunched beneath you, legs open obscenely you stare at Loki, already loosening his tie. "Um... your queen is NOT ok with taking a break. Get over here and finish what you started!"

One arm free from his dark coat, Loki freezes. "To do that I need to be unencumbered by these clothes, my lady."

Huffy now, you grumble something about rotten timing and shimmy your skirt off without leaving the bed. Loki's shirt buttons are abandoned as he watches you, naked below the waist, corset and cape still shrouding you, helmet on but askew. It's ridiculous and righteously sexy.

"I'm just gonna do it myself. Don't worry Loki, I've got it." You move your hand down your soft tummy, closer to your throbbing clit, anticipating the firmness of your arousal.

"Wait! That's not fair!" He has one leg out of his trousers, hopping around, trying to get them off so he can get back to getting you off.

"Fair schmair, kitty cat." Your fingers spread your lower lips, sweetly dipping into your wetness, the friction making you shiver. Loki, naked except for those ears, locked a tight hand over your wrist. "Allow me."

You try to shrug him off but Loki is able to bring your hand to his lips. Slowly he draws those tasty fingers into his warm mouth savoring your flavor. Blue eyes piercing yours, Loki drops your hand, saying "Now... my troublesome little dictator, this kitty thinks you need a tongue bath."

It's your turn to growl. Loki's strong hands fan over your hips, sliding seductively over your legs. You gasped when he jerked your booted knees over his broad shoulders bringing your liquid center closer to his hungry mouth. Exhaling a hot breathe against your aching cunt, Loki chuckled lowly as you thrust forward, searching for his touch.

Your sigh of frustration turned into a squeal of pleasure when Loki licked firmly through your drenched skin. Flicking his tongue over your clit with tiny licks, like a cat lapping at milk, Loki had you near to climax in minutes. His cat ears tickled the rarely touched place where your pelvis meets your thigh, sending shivers through you. With a rough bite to your straining nub, he pulled away. "Loki! Keep going!", you practically shouted.

But you needn't have bothered. Slowly circling your fleshy pearl, Loki drew it between his soft lips, sucking lightly. You bucked against this delicious torment but Loki's grip on you tightened. His thumbs opened your dripping slit, giving him full access to plunder your depths with his articulate fingers.

Rocking your hips against Loki's hand, his mouth still taking nips and nibbles of you, your orgasm gains power. Your breathing catches, happy hums streaming out of you, as your inner walls tighten around Loki's driving digits. "Loki...... I'm going to cum..." It's a warning and a promise.

"Oh, sweetling, let go. Let me feel the power of your pleasure!" When Loki pressed down on your clit while curling his fingers against your velvet walls you lost your battle with control. First your muscles locked together in glorious, bone cracking tension, then you fell apart like a puppet with cut strings.

Loki stroked your silken skin through your climax, easing your body back to earth. Instead of stealing your energy, your release made you want more. Rolling up onto your knees you reach for your little kitten, tangling a hand in his ebony locks, before forcing your lips together.

You rush your hands down Loki's strong core, over the corded muscles of his abdomen, stopping at the heavy length of his cock. Through gritted teeth Loki sighs, "Careful darling."

"Would you be careful, my kitty cat? I don't think so." Sliding your soft palm along his steel length, you add a touch of pressure, and rub your thumb across his glistening head. Stroking Loki, you kiss him again, your tongue working against his mouth to the same rhythm as your hand.

Loki breaks your grip with a strained groan. "Inside you. I have to be inside you.", he whispers as he drops his forehead to yours, staring into your eyes.

Tenderly you sigh, "Fuck, Loki. That's hot."

Smiling broadly, he nods, "I know, Right?"

Before you can respond, Loki's laid himself on your bed, back resting upon the headboard, his erection proud and ready. "Come here!" Patting his lap, excitement evident, he's in a rush for you to join him.

Pausing to unzip the restricting corset you've been in all night, you let it and the satin cape slide off your shoulders but you keep the boots on. Loki's eyes drink in your gorgeous body, his bottom lip held in anticipation. You reach up to remove the paper helmet hugging your brow only to stop when Loki hummed, "Keep it on."

Giggling softly you nod. There's something carnal about your near nudity which makes you feel emboldened. It's that same power you had in Loki's costume, the feeling of infinite possibilities, all uniting for you. The thrill of it makes you slick with need for the wicked man you're straddling between your thighs.

Your pelvis streched over Loki's, his straining cock pressed between your bodies, those large hands of his molded to you hips. Stroking his length once more, you raised up on your knees and guided him into your tunnel. Loki pushed down on your curves, driving himself inside of you with glorious purpose in one stroke.

Stuttering out a curse word, your head fell back, exposing your neck to Loki and his ravishing lips. With his strong arms pulling you tighter, you rolled your being onto his, taking more and more of Loki's body each time.

When his lips found your breast you groaned. Out of instinct you gripped Loki's head and pulled him closer. His hands drifted down your spine, over your ass cheeks, and hugged you tighter than you thought possible. Your nipples were covered in wet kisses, faint impressions of Loki's teeth were red on your skin, and still you wanted more from him.

Grinding together, your sensitive bud rubbing so deliciously against Loki, your body nears the peak of its passion. His grip on you drags you down, harder and harder, spearing your spiral of desire. Your tender walls shudder around the hard heat of his member. "You're going to cum, little one. I can feel it. Please, please cum for me."

The humid breath of his broken whisper in your ear sends your body into bliss. Shuddering around Loki's bones, you hear him grunt and hold your hips wide over his own as he spills his sexual release into your receptive skin. Gripping him hard enough to bruise, you're locked together, sharing a single body... a single breath.

It takes you both a long while before your breathing returns to normal. Never taking his precious blue eyes off of yours, Loki brushes a stray strand of hair behind your ear. "I hope my queen is satisfied..." he teases.

"Hmmmmm... yes... yes she is... and my scary black cat?", you ask as you flick one of the flocked ears, now slightly askance. "Oh, he'd purr in pleasure... if that were possible."

Loki stirs inside of you making you jump. "Wait... please. Just a little longer, Loki." You're not ready to let go of his body, his spirit, his heart, just yet. Wrapping your arms across his shoulders, you rest your chin in the crook of Loki's neck and idly play with a lock of his hair.

"Loki?" You murmur, drowsy and still a teeny bit tipsy.

"Yes, darling?" He turns his bright eyes to yours.

"Next year we're going as Westley and Buttercup, from The Princess Bride..." You yawn and slide off Loki's lap, wrapping the comforter around you both.

With a gentle smile, Loki answers, "As you wish, little one."

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ajnerdess · 5 years

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Worship (Loki Smut)

Just some good ol fashioned smut about our favourite trickster God Loki, Endgame has reignited my love for the first fictional character I truly, wholly fell in love in, enjoy this M-rated oneshot

Loki’s long fingertips traced over your exposed stomach gently. You were covered in nothing but the thin bedsheets that barely covered you both.

Outside, the sun began to set, casting a warm, orange light into yours and Loki’s now shared chambers. Married two days and neither of you had left the bed except to eat and bathe together.

“We should really leave this room soon, the guards may start to worry” you whispered.

He kissed the soft flesh of your hipbone as his hand rested on your back, holding you close to him.

“Those are treasonous words my pet, punishable by death, I can’t even fathom why you would suggest such a thing” Loki said, his brow was furrowed but his lips were turned upwards in a small smile.

“So you suggest we stay in this bed forever?”

He smirked, casting his eyes downwards where the most sacred part of your body was still covered by the sheets.

“Not forever, perhaps. But at least until the All-father himself comes and drags me away from you.”

You giggled lightly, moving a hand up to cradle his face. He moved his head so his lips kissed your palm.

“That’s newlywed talk. Give it another thousand years and see if you feel the same way” you whispered back to him with a smirk of your own.

“How could I ever tire of such a goddess? A woman so beautiful she leaves starlight in her wake, who’s laugh is sweeter than the birds who sing to wake us in the morning. Who’s touch lingers on my skin as the burn of fire would, who’s mind works in tandem with my own sometimes I worry that conversation with any other would prove dull and fruitless. Your very soul is a shrine, one I plan to worship at for the rest of my existence.”

Your eyes brimmed with pride and joy at such a man as the one in-front of you. Truly he was the silvertongue of Asgard. You gazed up at him, trying desperately not to blush at his poetic words that unravelled you by the second.

“Some might argue it is I who have done well, marrying the god of mischief, a prince of Asgard” you countered, running a hand torturously slow along his navel, causing him to take in a sharp breath.

“I am but a mere servant in your presence love” he retorted, running a hand through your hair.

“Hmm, and if I were this wonderful goddess you claim me to be, how would a lowly servant such as yourself worship me?”

Loki raised an eyebrow. “I have shown you these forms of worship for two days straight pet, have you forgotten so quickly, if so, I clearly need to step my game up.”

You sniggered as you leaned up to plant a kiss on his nose. “On the contrary, I remember passing out under the efforts of your worship but a few hours ago, but remind me of your worshipping ways, perhaps talk me through them.”

Loki’s mouth spread into a wide grin, clearly happy to accept such a challenge. “Well, first, I would worship that sweet mouth of yours, that entertains for hours with every word that spills from it.”

He bent his head to trap your mouth in a kiss, slipping his tongue against your own as he kissed you with a passion you had never experienced before, his hands made their way to your neck, stroking the soft flesh there as he deepened the kiss.

The first time Loki had kissed you, you had been shocked at how breathless you could be but how full your heart could feel at the same time. Despite being with one another for over a year now, his kisses still had you feeling just as breathless. He nipped at your lower lip softly, causing you to moan before he leaned back to look at you.

“After that, I would move on to your neck, that beautiful neck that holds your head up high even in the face of adversity and struggle” he told you, before leaning down to run his tongue along your neck and collarbone gently.

You sighed in happiness as his kisses found your sensitive flesh, running his lips along it teasingly slowly.

“Then these wonderful, full breasts would receive my undivided attention, as they have done every day since I met you, especially when you wear such wonderful clothes that enhance them so” he whispered as he stared up at him from the valley between your breasts.

You flicked his arm playfully and he giggled. “What? I am merely being honest in the presence of my lady, you would permit me to do such a thing, would you not?”

You paused, pretending to mull it over in your head before nodding once. “Go on, don’t keep your deity waiting now.”

Your head fell back against the pillow and you moaned as Loki’s mouth found one of your breasts, kissing it softly. His tongue danced across your hardened nipple and you arched your back as he dove in to give your other breast the same attentions.

Loki smiled against your skin as he moved lower to kiss your navel.

“Finally, I will come to worship that sacred place between your legs, one that my goddess has deemed only me worthy to enter, to taste, to love. It’s as sacred to me as it is to womenkind, it’s my port in the storm, my safe haven, do you know why my love?”

You could barely concentrate as Loki’s fingers trailed your hipbone and down to your inner thighs. Your breath slowed and deepened as you anticipated his next move.

“I’d imagine it’s the same reason most men love that place between a woman’s legs” you breathed out as he kissed your navel once more while looking up at you.

“Perhaps, but my reason lies far deeper than that. My one true desire in life is to be as close to you as possible and this place, this church, between your legs is truly the home of my worship, it’s the one place I can join with you, become one with you. It’s the place I can get as close to you as possible, and for that, I will show my devotion to it from this day, until my last day” he told you before moving further down the bed and removing the bedsheets from you completely so he could kiss your inner thighs.

Once again he nipped at your skin, causing you to moan, he had spent the last two days littering your thighs with bite marks, an act you would chastise him for, when you got around to it, if you got around to it. He hooked one of your legs over his shoulder before leaning in to place a kiss on your most sensitive spot. You bit your lip as you stared down at him and his ministrations on you.

He smirked up at you before returning to his work, his tongue circling your sensitive bud as his hands held your hips in place. You ground your hips against his mouth, causing him to growl in approval as he gripped you harder, forcing you to endure his sweet torture.

Your hands found his hair as he continued his efforts, lapping and sucking at your core, you called out his name. If he was so intent on making this a holy process, you calling out each other’s names in pleasure were simply the rites to chant during such an ethereal deed. Loki lapped up every drop of your essence as if he were starved of water itself and you felt that familiar feeling build up inside of you, like a coil ready to spring. Loki sensed your closeness and he sped up his movements, moaning into your core as he drove you over the edge. You came on his tongue and tried desperately not to crush him between your legs as your whole body tightened at such a high.

Loki was more than capable of taking care of himself though, he held you under his grip with ease and even slid his tongue over you further, causing you to shake in response, feeling overly sensitive from his actions.

He chuckled as he returned to face you, your essence still smeared over his lips, his eyes hooded in lust.

You reached up to kiss him, tasting yourself on him as you did so. He was so perfect, how was he so perfect?

“So, my most loyal disciple, will you join with me? I need you” you whispered into his ear before biting it gently.

You felt him hard against you and moved your leg so that he was directly between them, feeling his length up against your core.

“Who am I to refuse a goddess?”

He ran his length up against your core a few times, smearing it with your essence before entering you slowly.

You both breathed a sigh of relief at joining together and Loki used one hand to hold himself up, the other came to rest on your cheek lovingly.

“Ah, there, I am whole once more. I’m only ever truly complete when I am inside of you my darling one” he whispered before leaning down to kiss you once more.

You wrapped your legs around him as he buried himself inside of you. You kissed him again, drawing him against you as he moved in tandem with your own hips. Loki’s hands came to hold yours above your head as he nipped at your neck, his tongue running lazily down the overly sensitive flesh.

You took back some power from him as he drove you closer to the edge once more, using your fingernails to scrape along his back teasingly causing him to growl against your neck, biting at the flesh causing you to moan against his chest as you leant forward, meeting his thrusts.

His hands went to your hair as he kissed you again, and you moaned again at the feeling of him filling you. Your body practically moulded to his own, it was as if every part of you screamed out for him at every given moment.

Loki sped up his movements and you seized the opportunity to push him so that you could ride him. He smirked as you took power of him, keeping him down by scraping your nails against his chest slowly while rolling your hips against him. He reached up to touch your breasts, kneading them with his large hands slowly.

“My goddess has claws” he whispered, moving a hand down to circle your sensitive bud once more, coaxing moans from you.

“That’s it my pet, moan for me, show me how much you love my touch.”

You obeyed, of course. Loki would never completely relinquish power, not even in the bedroom, not even with you.

You felt that familiar warmth rise within you and you gripped his shoulders as you rolled your hips faster. Loki sat up, staying inside of you as he held you close in his arms.

“Cum for me my darling, let me feel you unravel around me” he whispered into your ear, driving himself deeper into your core, your very soul with each passing moment.

You clutched at him, reaching for something you couldn’t grasp as your peak hit. You cried out, silencing your sounds by nestling your face against his neck. He growled once more before spilling himself inside of you just a beat after you, the feeling of you clenching around him sending him over the edge too.

You leaned back to stare into his eyes, hooded in lust as you both tried to catch your breath. Smiling down at him, you rest your head against his own, laughing softly as you both tried and failed to talk to one another for a moment, still trying to collect yourselves after such a high.

“So, was my form of worship suitable? Is my loyalty to you now without question? Have I proved to you that I am your most faithful servant?”

You frowned. “Your loyalty was never in question, and you are not my servant, you are my equal. You are mine, as I am yours.”

Loki nodded. “That sounds like a fair trade my love.”

You drew back, pushing his black hair behind his ear before flicking his nose playfully causing him to scoff.

“I love you Loki Odinson.”

Loki stared at you as if suddenly everything in his life made sense, as if you were the only one other than him in existence.

“I love you, more than I ever thought I could love another” he whispered to you before sealing the sentiment with another kiss.

He was more than enough for you. He was everything you would ever need in life, and he was yours.

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isitkpop · 7 years

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My Creature AU’s Abilities!

I have received an ask about all of my Creature Au’s and what powers/abilities they have!

I would love to do it! I’ll also try my best and explain what each power can do!

AFTER THE ANGEL EVERYTHING IS UNDER A CUT DUE TO IT BEING LONG! I got carried away and decided to do all my Creatures AU’s I plan on writing.

I loved doing this though!!!

Angel:

The member’s I chose for this Au are all Guardian Angel’s. But I might decide to add in a Seraphim and Cherubim. These two are the highest Angel rankings EVER.

Guardian Angel’s are usually assigned to a baby a month prior to when the Mother finds out she’s pregnant. The Angel then has to watch over the that person until their death and then the Angel get’s a month or two off until they are assigned to another. The Guardian Angel can use protective powers like a shield. They always have their wings.

Seraphim’s are the protector of The High Order (A.K.A God or whoever you deem is your deity!) They are always at the ready (as in for battle). They are the strongest and have all Angel type abilities. It’ll take forever to explain all of them.

Cherubim’s can shape-shift into four strong animals. Man (Human), Ox, Lion, and an Eagle. Each one has different abilities.

Eagle - Flight and Wisdom.

Lion - Courage and Confidence

Ox - Strength and Blunt

Man - Vulnerability but strong minded

Cupid:

Cupid in my AU’s don’t use bow and arrows. They just touch the two people for them to fall in love. They can’t mix it up with other human’s either because they have to be thinking about the two people for the two to fall in love instead of creating a chaos of who is suppose to fall in love with who.

They can also fall in love too. They can also see auras for the mood.

Demi-God/Goddess:

Demi-Gods/Goddesses are a given. Whoever is your Greek God/Goddess parents is the power you can harness.

I also prefer Greek Mythology because it’s the most I’m comfortable with, BUT I wouldn’t mind doing other kinds of mythologies.

Demon:

Demon’s can posses (take over your body and mind), merge with shadows/darkness, everything is enhanced like their strength and eyesight and such. Can create illusions and manipulate your thoughts and sight. Can create chaos without even being in the building.

Elf:

Alright. I like to use elemental Elves in my Au’s. Like Forest Elves, Water elves, Fire Elves, and all the other types of Elves. They try to live in their elements like Yoongi and Daesung and Chanyeol in my past imagines.They have magic that deals with their element and are excellent weapon forgers. They also have a habit of collecting old antiques and a little bit of pick pocketing.

Fairy:

Fairy’s can turn into tiny people and change back into a normal human size. They deal with light magic but there are some Fairy’s that messes with dark magic. They can make you go to sleep if they want to. They’re the sweetest (besides the Angels) little creatures to ever meet. Their color scheme when they turn into fairy mode is whatever deed they first did ever. It can be a good deed or a bad deed. It just has to be to someone else. Good deed = bright colors! Bad deed = dark colors.

Genie:

Each Genie has a different “home”. Like a bracelet/necklace/lamp, etc. They have the power to grant wishes. The only way to get unlimited wishes is if you AND the genie falls in love with each other. The genie also has the ability to take their master inside of their home with them.

Ghost:

A ghost in my AU’s have powers. Also, like any other ghost, they can create cold spots or hot spots (kudos to you guys if you ever watch Ghost Adventures and know what I’m talking about.) They can also take over your body but it uses a lot of energy. They have this SPECIAL ability called Haunting. When the ghost uses it, they turned into hideous like ghosts and can scare the living hell out of a living person. People can confuse a ghost with a demon whenever a ghost uses their Haunting.

BUT whenever a witch curses a ghost into a place, a mark appears on the back of their neck and it keeps them trapped inside a building/room until the ghost can make an attachment (falls in love and they HAVE to kiss them to get rid of the mark).

Ghoul:

I base this AU on the anime Tokyo Ghoul (kudos to you guys for whoever watched it!) Each ghoul gets a different type of Kagune. A Kagune is a ghoul's predatory organ and functions as their weapon and claws. It is usually as red as blood, flexible like the flow of water, but firm and sturdy. When released, a ghoul's physique is strengthened, they are more resilient, and their mobility heightens. They also eat ONLY human...but in my AU I made it to where the Creature Hospital provides that for them.

Hunter:

Hunter’s in my AU’s don’t have special powers. They’re just really good at hunting rogue creatures (Creatures that attacks human’s and other creatures). Hunter’s are in Companies that takes these guys/girls/creatures in and train them until they are hardcore and ESPECIALLY GOOD at aiming and hand-to-hand combat and everything else. Creatures have it a bit more easier than human’s due to them having more powers/abilities. Hunter’s also have the right to arrest CREATURE’S if they cause trouble.

Hybrids:

Hybrids is a given. I try and make this AU large by adding in animals that has never been written about. Such as lizards, snakes, birds, dragons, etc. They don’t have powers except or changing into whatever form I give them. But in their human form, they would have characteristics of their animal. Like a Dragon hybrid would have patches of scales on their body.

The only hybrid that would have powers is the mythological hybrids like dragons and Pegasus and etc. Dragons would deal with their elements like fire and water and etc.

Succubus/Incubus:

Succubus is a male sex demon and an incubus is a female sex demon. These guys are different from demons but they do belong in the demon family. They can kill their prey if they were rogue and are tricksters. SARCASM TO NO END. They can manipulate your thoughts and eat your soul. But the good ones just eat your lust aura. May take longer for them to feel satisfied but this way,they don’t kill their prey.

Mummy:

Ahhh. Mummies. Mummies happen by a curse. After a certain time of their death they would come back alive looking almost human except for when their limbs fall off. They don’t have special powers but when all of their limbs are together, their strength is enhanced. They’re very nice and energetic though.

Necromancer:

Necromancer’s magic is dark magic because their magic is with death. They can summon up skeleton’s of whatever they want even creatures from the magical world that has died. (Dragons, phoenixes, etc.) They have magical circles tattooed all over their body and have white streaks in their hair that will never come out and CANNOT be dyed. If you dye your hair, the white streaks with still be visible and bright. These two features about the magic tattoos and the hair is the best way to identify a necromancer right away. Most unknown necromancers are frowned upon until the necromancer lets the public know that they ARE good.

Grim Reaper:

My Grim Reapers are closely based on the K-Drama Goblin. (Kudos to you guys who have watched it...I have cried millions of times). They have a Work outfit. it usually consist of a suit/Woman suit with a trench coat and a hat. The hat is special and when a reaper wears it they become invisible to the HUMAN eye. Even though in all of my AU’s creatures and humans can coexist, the DEATH rules does not allow reapers DURING THEIR WORK be seen by humans. They can be seen when they are NOT working though. When the human/creature dies, the reaper can create tea that can erase your memory if you choose to do so. Reapers have to do a serious sin in order to be a reaper. It depends on what the Death Rulers want and also depends on the type of sin, they can either have the Reaper keep ONLY their sinful memory or erase it. A Reapers WORST punishment ever is for the Death Rulers to rule the Reaper to keep their sinful memory.

Shape-Shifter:

Shape-Shifters are like hybrids but Shape-shifters can change into WHATEVER they want and if they change into another creature, they can harness that creature’s power. They are dangerous if a rogue one appears. Very difficult to find.

Siren:

A Siren is common in many people’s AU’s. They can create different tunes for whatever they need. A sleep tune, a sex tune, a happy tune. Each tune can change a person’s thought/emotion. Musically smart! A GENIUS.

Wizard:

A wizard is easily explained too since everyone knows what a wizard is. They use GOOD magic and ALMOST the opposite of necromancers. They only time they come close to a necromancer is when they play with dark magic. Wizards creates potions and can also create new spells if they’re smart enough.

Zombie:

Zombies are my favorite AU’s of mine. This is loosely based off of the movie Warmbodies. (IT’S SUCH A CUTE MOVIE!!!) Zombies happen when a necromancer doesn’t put them back in their grave or hole. They feed on humans if a rogue necromancer didn’t put them back. Zombies that were forgotten by GOOD necromancers are wandering and trying to fit in to the world. They cannot think well nor speak. These good zombies CAN CHANGE BACK INTO A FULL HUMAN if the zombie falls in love with a human. It’s a long process as the human has to teach them the ways to being human again. teaching them to talk right and think. Zombies are fast and strong despite them being decayed a bit. These creatures are the cuddliest ever and the sweetest creatures to ever walk on earth...only if they are good Zombies.

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