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chickenmcstucky · 3 years

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FIRST OFF YOUR REVAMP OF YOUR BLOG?!?! *chef’s kiss* 😭😭😭 second... 👉👈 if you’re able to do requests 👉👈 can I request 40s!bucky advancing with reader on a date? Maybe before he gets shipped out? 👉👈 you can do whatever you want with it! Thank you for reading this AND I CAN’T WAIT FOR WHATS TO COME FROM YOU

ROSEEEEEEE you are my heart omg <3 seriously none of this would be happening without you. I did a little headcanon-style thing for this, I hope that’s okay and that you like it!! Also this got really long, its basically a full length fic in bullet point form lol

So because I love a soft, sweet Bucky, it starts like this -

You were on a first date with some guy your mother had set you up with, seeing as his mother and your mother were friendly

At first you were excited, you’d never really talked to him much but he was handsome and you thought maybe it could go somewhere

All your girlfriends were always going on dates and having a good time, while you usually preferred to stay in with a good book, and to be honest you’d never gotten as much interest from fellas as them but that was alright, you were happy as you were

So there you were, out on the first date with Freddie Jameson, and from the start it was...less than great

He picked you up late, didn’t even compliment your dress, did none of the things your girlfriends were always gushing over guys for doing

On your way to the cinema, he was absolutely talking your ear off about some stupid argument he had with some guys down at the docks where he did the books

You couldn’t get a word in edgewise, but honestly you didn’t wanna talk anyways because this guy was just not who you expected or wanted...some big macho guy obsessed with his reputation and single-minded to the point of barely paying attention to you? No thanks. You knew your worth

You were determined to push through the date, hopeful to a fault, so when you arrived to the cinema and he let you pick the film, you were surprised, but picked the new sci-fi film The Invisible Woman

From the way Freddie scoffed at this, and grudgingly bought the tickets, acting like it was an inconvenience, you should’ve known things would only get worse, but on into the theater you went

When Freddie realized the story revolved around a woman - one getting comedic revenge on her boss, no less - he gave you some choice words about how you were forcing this new-age mess on him, how he didn’t really wanna take you out anyways but had been “kind” enough to give you a chance, this that and the other thing until you were in tears and your face was so hot you were sure the temperature in the theater had raised a few degrees

When someone in the theater finally spoke up, it wasn’t even to defend you, but to tell you two to take it the heck outside and stop interrupting

Freddie stomped right out, and with your only other option being to cower in the theater, alone, for the rest of the film, you left too

By the time you made it outside, Freddie was long gone, and you barely managed to slink around the corner to the back alley before the tears started falling in earnest

Just your luck to finally go on a date, and get left in the lurch and embarrassed in front of a whole theater of strangers

As you stood against the brick wall in the darkness of the warm night, you tried to calm yourself down enough to catch the streetcar back home so you could sulk in the privacy of your own room

Suddenly you heard two male voices and your head jerked up because you really didn’t need more humiliation - or worse, danger - right now

But when you saw the two men come around the corner, you relaxed seeing it was none other than Bucky Barnes and little Steve Rogers, and you knew they wouldn’t cause you trouble, Bucky was an Army man after all, just back from basic training

You’d never really interacted with them except as children, knowing Steve could be a real spitfire and Bucky a sweet flirt, but they were good men without poor reputations relating to ladies

Still, you rather hoped they’d just pass on by you without noticing, because really, you’d had enough for the night

Just your luck, though, Steve noticed - he must’ve known how it felt to be sulking, defeated, in an alleyway and sensed your struggle

As you made eye contact with him, you saw him nudge Bucky, who had yet to notice, and gesture towards you, the two of them still a fair distance from you

They immediately turned course and walked right towards you, as you just stood there blinking like a deer in headlights, unsure how to act and stuck between embarrassment for your state and hope that maybe you could at least ask them to accompany you to the streetcar stop so you didn’t have to go alone in the dark

“Uh, you alright there?” Steve spoke first as they came to a stop in front of you, scuffing his foot against the dusty pavement as Bucky took in your appearance, you feeling his eyes run over you from head to toe

You sniffled, unsure what to say and not wanting to reveal to them the humiliation you’d suffered - though you knew Freddie had been a real jerk, it was your pride that would suffer the more people knew what had happened

Then a smooth, sweet voice broke the silence, “did something happen, doll? What’s a nice dame like you doing alone in some back alley at night, huh?”

Something about the softness in his voice enveloped you in safety, and you couldn’t help but blurt the truth, “oh, it’s just awful, I was meant to be on a date with Freddie Jameson and he was so coarse and he just humiliated me in front of everyone and then just left,” your voice broke on the last word as the tears threatened again

When you raised your head back up, you saw a cold look of anger come over both mens’ faces, “that Freddie ain’t nothing but a jerk,” Bucky harrumphed, and Steve nodded ferociously, a look of determination coming over his face

“Somebody oughta teach him a lesson, that ain’t no way to treat a dame,” Steve growled, and before you or Bucky could protest, he stalked off, presumably in search of Freddie; you never forgot how once in grade school he’d punched a boy for pulling your hair, he hadn’t changed at all of course

You couldn’t help but laugh, knowing he’d show up tomorrow with a split lip and a black eye, but endeared by his passion in defending you

At your own giggle, Bucky’s handsome face broke out in a soft smile, as you shared a moment of reprieve from your upset

“I’m real sorry, doll, you didn’t deserve to be treated like that - Freddie don’t know what he’s missin, alright?” he spoke gently, and you couldn’t help but believe he meant it, seeing something in his eyes that gave you sweet pause

“I guess I know that, it’s just - I never - finally a date and it goes like this,” you scoffed, shrugging

“You never had a date before, doll?” you were surprised to see some genuine shock on his face

“Well, not never, I mean, just nothin serious now that I’m out of school and all, I guess…” you trailed off - here you were admitting to one of the handsomest GIs around that you didn’t have dates every Friday night like the other girls

“Well, we’re gonna have to fix that,” Bucky’s head tilted up, as if daring you to protest, a confident expression on his young face

“Oh, can’t I just go home, Bucky? I don’t wanna see Freddie again,” you kept the whine out of your voice, but just barely, thinking he was gonna find Steve and Freddie and force Freddie to finish your date

“I, uh, I meant - well, how bout I accompany you home, pretty girl like you shouldn’t have to walk around alone,” he insisted, but the slight pinkness on his face confused you, soon realizing perhaps you’d misunderstood his statement

Relief washed over you, though the sting of Freddie’s actions was still fresh, you were glad to not have to journey home alone; explaining to your mother why you were home so early was going to be bad enough as it was

“Gee, Bucky, that’s so kind of you,” you smiled, and he offered you the crook of his arm

“You’re over at Sycamore, right?” he inquired, and you realized perhaps he had paid you more attention over the years than you’d noticed, as you nodded yes

Gently, you wrapped your arm around his elbow, the soft fabric of his handsome uniform rubbing against your bare skin, and with your manicured fingers pressed against his forearm, something so right seemed to click into place, an unfamiliar yet not unwelcome feeling

As he walked you down the avenue, you were at first quiet, still unsure how to start a conversation with someone who had found you in such a state and who was being so kind

But Bucky, ever the ladies’ man, kept the conversation going, and as he talked about the upcoming Stark expo after he saw your eyes draw to the colorful advertisement for it on the front of the ice cream parlor

you were struck by the fact that you and Bucky really shared similar interests - innovation, sci-fi, adventure...soon you found yourself enthusiastically talking to him about all your favorite adventure books and how you hoped to see Stark himself present at the expo when it opened next month

Before you knew it, you were in front of your family’s apartment building; you hadn’t even realized Bucky had skipped the streetcar and walked you all the way home

You were struck by how much you wished the walk was longer, or that you could linger outside, but you already felt like Bucky had done enough for you and you knew you should go inside and face the music, get it over with

You slowly pulled your arm from its perch on Bucky’s, but before you could pull away fully, he caught your soft hand in his larger one as he gazed into your eyes

“Well, guess you’re home safe now, doll, it was real nice talking to ya,” he laughed a little, but he didn’t release his grasp on your hand

“That was the most fun I’ve had in a long while,” you laughed at yourself, “tonight wasn’t so bad after all,” you smiled at him and squeezed his hand, his reticence to leave giving you courage as you flirted

“Thank you again, Bucky, you really didn’t have to do this but I’m so grateful,” the earnestness in your voice shocked even you; he had really saved you from taking the streetcar alone, and had chased your upset mood right away with his boyish passion in your conversation

“My pleasure, honey. Listen, I know you might not wanna after such a bad experience, but hows about I take you on a proper date sometime? I’d really like to get to know you more, and besides, someone oughta show you what Freddie failed at,” your heart thumped at the offer and the prospect of someone like him wanting you

You were still scared though, what if it was just pity that had led him to talk you home and ask you out? What if the date went just as badly, and it turned out you were the problem, and not Freddie?

You realized your silence after his question had stretched out an uncomfortable amount as you saw his sheepish look, his hand reaching up to rub the back of his neck nervously

Before he got the wrong idea, you finally found your voice, “I’d like that,” you said simply, shyness overcoming you once again

“Next Friday then, is it alright if I come pick you up? Say, around 7? We’ll have a real nice time, I’ll make sure, you deserve it doll,” Bucky was speaking so fast you couldn’t get a word in, but his charming nervousness was too cute

“Friday at seven,” you nodded, as he gave your hand one last squeeze before letting go of it

The whole week you were on edge, teetering between nerves and excitement at the prospect of your date, you were still so surprised at your luck that such a bad night could turn out so well, and that the handsome Bucky Barnes was so similar to you

Of course, in the back of your mind you knew he’d surely be shipping out soon, but all your girlfriends were dealing with that too, and you pushed the thought away, wanting to just enjoy the time you had

True to his word, Bucky knocked on your door right at 7, your father answering the door as you were still in your room finishing getting ready with your mother

You heard their voices down the hallway as Bucky introduced himself respectfully to your father; he really did seem like such a gentleman

Your mother put the finishing touches on your updo and sent you out to the living room to face your date

As you came into the room, your eyes went straight to Bucky, looking so dapper in his uniform - you loved that all the boys yet to ship out were required to wear their dress uniform while they were out, it was just so romantic

You saw a small bouquet of flowers in his hand and smiled shyly as you crossed over to him, taking the bouquet from his offering hands and thanking him kindly for the gesture

You went to hand the bouquet to your mother to put in a vase, but Bucky reached out and grabbed a single bloom first, tucking it into your pinned hair

“You look beautiful tonight,” he complimented you; you thought your mother might faint from excitement but you just looked down at your feet, a small smile gracing your face

“Thank you, Bucky, you’re very kind. Shall we?” you gestured towards the door and he led you towards it, his hand at the small of your back as your parents looked on

In contrast to his talkativeness from the previous week, Bucky was quiet at first as he walked you towards the main avenue, but it was a comfortable silence

“Oh!” he exclaimed suddenly, as though just then realizing where he was and what he was doing, “Jeez, look at me, said I’d take you on a proper date and I ain’t even held your hand,” he shook his head at himself and offered you his calloused hand, which you took gratefully

You found his sudden nervousness endearing, but it was soon gone as comfortable conversation began to flow; he asked about your week and didn’t seem to mind when you talked about your trip to the hair salon and the new dress your mother was having made for you, instead he was hanging on your every word like you were a new adventure book

To him, you truly were a new adventure, he’d talk about anything you wanted as long as he got to be with you

You talked with him about anything and everything as you made your way to your destination, him even joking to you about Steve’s rather unsuccessful attempt to defend your honor to Freddie, but you realized he never actually told you where you were going

“So,” you lilted at him, “where does a fella like you take a girl like me on a ‘proper date’ then?” you queried him, laughter in your voice because this was truly so fun, you’d be happy to just walk around talking all night

“Oh, I can’t tell ya just yet, sweetheart, it’s a surprise,” he winked at you and your knees went weak

Soon, though, you arrived at a cinema, not the same one as your disastrous date with Freddie thankfully

As Bucky walked you up to the ticket booth, you were excited to see what he’d choose

“Two tickets for the special showing, please,” he said to the boy in the booth as he handed over the dollar

Of course, he was expected to pay, but the way he was so confident in asking for the tickets and had the money ready made you feel like he was so glad to do it, honored, even

Bucky took the two tickets and steered you into the theater, but not before you saw the sign for the special event posted just at the door, they were projecting a special film about space onto the ceiling of the cinema - one of those planetarium experiences!

You couldn’t contain yourself, “Oh Bucky, wow! “A Journey through the Stars,” you read from the poster, “oh wow,” you repeated

“I hoped you’d like it,” Bucky said shyly, “let’s go on in, I want to get you a good seat”

The whole film, you were just enraptured by the narrator talking about cosmos and black holes, whole new solar systems

But Bucky was barely paying attention, his gaze drifting to your awed face

Sometimes you felt his eyes on you and you’d glance over, shy, but he’d look away just quick enough that you couldn’t be sure he was looking at you

As you walked out of the theater, he gently put his arm around you, and you reached up and grabbed his hand to keep it there; you felt so at home with him

“Bucky that was amazing, thank you!” you gushed as he led you down the street

“I’m real glad you liked it, doll,” he answered, “how about an ice cream?”

You were happy for the chance to extend the evening, not ready to leave his company

He took you to the same parlor you’d passed the previous week, even holding the door for you and helping you up onto a stool at the counter

“Oh, there are so many choices, I’m not even sure what I want,” you laughed, your eyes scanning the flavors on the blackboard on the wall

“Well, pick your top two, and I’ll get one and you get the other, and we can share!” he babbled, “I mean, if you want, that is…” he trailed off, but you just smiled

You picked classic vanilla, and cookies and cream to be adventurous, and he ordered for the both of you

You laughed and talked the rest of the evening, until finally the old man who ran the shop had to shoo you out so he could close

A little embarrassed at how you’d let the time get away from you, you hesitated on the sidewalk before Bucky offered you his arm again, and you took it, confidently this time

It being fairly late, he took you home via the streetcar this time, wanting to get you home at an appropriate hour so as to stay in your father’s good graces

It was still friday, though, no matter how late, so the car was rather crowded; he led you to the side of the car and grasped the bar running the length of the ceiling with one hand, wrapping your arms around his waist with his other hand so you didn’t have to reach up; once you were secured, he gently wrapped his free arm around your shoulders

Taking his lead, you rested your head in the crook of his neck as the car took you to your stop

The two of you were quiet, basking in the sweet comfort of each other; you kept thinking how right this all felt, and it seemed like something like hope had taken hold in your heart

The car lurched to a halt at your stop and Bucky’s arm tightened around you, keeping you steady, before he guided you onto the street and up the block to your building

You stood in the same place as a week ago, yet so much had changed; it was just one date, but there was a spark between you glowing bright

Slowly, Bucky took your hand, and you stepped closer to him as his thumb rubbed against your hand

“I guess it’s time to say goodnight then,” he spoke, regret coloring his tone

“I had a wonderful time, Bucky, thank you. First dates don’t seem so scary now,” you laughed, “thanks for doing this for me.”

“Happy to, but doll, I didn’t just take you out because of what happened. I just wanted to be with you, get to know you. I sure am glad we found you in that alley, I barely know you but...you’re changing my life, honey”

The adoration and conviction in his voice choked you up, no one had ever made you feel so seen, so wanted

“Oh Bucky, I feel it too, it’s so -” you shook your head, unsure how to vocalize the soaring feeling in your heart

“It feels like...coming home,” he whispered to you, his forehead leaning against yours in a lover’s confession

Instead of replying, you coasted on the wave of feeling that took over you, and kissed him softly, the taste of the ice cream still on his lips

Both your eyes fluttered shut as the simple kiss drove all other thought from your heads

He pulled away first, raising his hand to caress your cheek as he smiled softly, his eyes tearing away from your lips to meet your own sweet gaze

“So,” his kind cockiness returning, “next Friday?” he asked, his head tilting jauntily as he winked at you

“Next Friday,” you returned, your heart swelling

With a final kiss to your knuckles, he opened the door into your building for you, tipping his hat

You finally had a reason to be happy for Friday nights, a handsome fella to offer you his arm

And Bucky had a home to return to; no matter where the Army took him, he had the home you made for him in your heart

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buckybarnesthehotshot · 3 years

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world-of-aus · 3 years

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Loki 👀👀👀

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Mob!loki master of mischief??? 🤔

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clandestineloki · 3 years

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My Darling Dove (1K Followers Special!)

The winner is... Prompt #05!!

“You’re so innocent, yet your curiosity wanders far beyond anything pure. Shall I be your guide to the most sinful, ravishing, and utterly glorious pleasures of all?”

I can’t thank all of you enough for being so kind and so sweet. Thank you to every single person who’s reblogged, commented, liked, or read my fics! Thank you to the sweet anons who never fail to send such heartwarming messages that make my day!!

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TW: smut, corruption kink, oral (fem receiving)

"Y-Your majesty? Are you in here?"

You try to steady the shaking of your hands by clenching your fists as you knock on the door.

You've gone here hundreds of times with some of the other maids, to change the sheets or arrange the wardrobe, but it's different now.

It's different because the Prince summoned you alone.

To put it in the words of the head maid, he wants you, specifically.

But why? You were just one of the other handmaids in the palace, no one significant to the royal family, let alone the prince.

No one answers the door. You test the doorknob, and it clicks as you turn it slowly. You peek into the room. No one's inside.

You let out a sigh of relief and push the door completely open, though your ears are still thrumming hard.

Prince Loki set something alight in you- something you've never felt- and it was quite scary- the feeling of not knowing. The feeling of not knowing what pleasant burn would come alive inside you every time your eyes met his, the feeling of confusion every time his eyes lingered on you for too long, the way it seemed he was playing a tempting game with you.

A game you have never played.

You swallow your pride and start towards the bed, assuming the Prince just called you here for chores, and nothing else.

Just as you reach the bedside, a firm hand grabs your wrist and whirls you around, and you nearly stumble if not for Prince Loki's grip on your arm.

"Well, well."

His other hand cups your chin and tilts your face up to meet his eyes.

He's even more captivating up close.

"The little dove actually came," he smirked.

"I-I-I was ordered t-to, I couldn't d-disobey- ah," your words come out in shaky breaths as his thumb brushes across your lips.

He quirks an eyebrow, and lets his grin widen. He must know the effect he has on you. It's impossible for him to be enjoying it this much.

"That's what I admire about you, dove," he chuckles, letting go of your wrist, and you can still feel the ghost of his grip on your arm. "You're so obedient, so nice..."

And, when your eyes flicker away for just a fraction of a second, he pulls you closer, his fingers working through your braids and slipping the hair tie off, threading his fingers into your scalp once your tresses flow freely.

"So eager to be a good little dove."

His thumb brushes against your cheek before the hand caressing your face drops to his side.

"Kiss me."

Your eyes widen. "Kiss you, your majesty?"

You had never kissed anyone, let alone hold hands with anybody. And here you were, with Prince Loki, the one you admired most, and he was asking you to-

"I won't repeat myself."

You let out a squeak, and in a panic, you rush up on your toes and quickly kiss him.

On the cheek, that is.

You squeeze your eyes shut, unable to look at him any longer. "I'm sorry, my prince!"

Unbeknownst to you, Loki turns irrationally red at your little stunt. He had always seen you as so pure, so innocent, but this- this was something else.

He chuckles in amusement, and you open your eyes slowly and raise your chin a little to look up at him. His hand is brushing lightly against the spot where you had-

"Was that a kiss?"

Your face burns at his teasing tone. You don't know, honestly.

"That was just a light peck. You really are a little bird, aren't you?"

Was that a compliment? A mockery? A rhetorical question?

You don't get to find out, because his hand coming up to hold your face startles you out of your half-baked thoughts.

"Perhaps I should show you, then."

He lightly brushes his lips against yours, very slowly. You flinch at the contact, but his thumb brushes lightly on your neck, as if to soothe you. It works, and your eyes flutter shut on instinct.

The prince who had nearly cut off your blood supply by gripping your wrist, was the same prince treating you as if you could break any moment.

Which, you could. You could spontaneously combust right here with just the way he's being so gentle.

But, then, gentle became... a little less gentle.

He nibbles down on your bottom lip, and when you gasp in surprise, he slips his tongue into your mouth, and you unintentionally let out a whimper as his tongue expertly knocks the wind out of you. His other hand snakes around your waist, and pulls you even closer, giving you no room to escape.

You have no idea what you're escaping from.

He pulls away after a while, and you can't stop yourself from slightly leaning back in before he chuckles and you suddenly get flustered again.

"Y-your majesty?" you ask, your head still down, your breathing heavy, your mind still dazed from the kiss.

"Wh-why was I asked to come here? A-alone?"

Prince Loki doesn't speak for a while. Unlike you, he's perfectly composed and not a panting, shaking mess.

"I asked you to come here because I have a proposition."

He pulls on the bottom-most button of your plain white shirt. It comes off quite easily- it's loosened due to the wear and tear of time- and he takes one of your trembling hands in his.

"Take your blouse off for me."

Your stomach somersaults at his words, all heat rushing to your face, burning like magma.

You let him guide your wrist to the next button, and you take it off, then the next.

You're staring holes into your shoes, and you don't dare look up- not even when his other hand starts rubbing gently on your cheek.

"N-No one's ever seen me naked before, your majesty. I-" you pop out another button and shakily exhale.

Prince Loki knows what you're trying to say. He knows you don't know what you're doing.

He's going to fix that in a while.

He'll utterly deflower you in the most passionate way.

But first, he'll get you through this.

As you pop open another button, he leans down and whispers right into your ear.

"That's it, dove. Keep going."

You shudder at the praise, and something twists inside you at the sinewy tone. You quickly unbutton the next two buttons and he chuckles.

"One last, little dove."

He emphasizes his little nickname for you by kissing your ear slowly, and you're so startled you nearly rip the last button off.

"Ssh,” he chuckles, amused. “Don't be so alarmed, dove."

He unsheds the upper half of your body, and the hairs on the back of your neck shoot up because he lets out an almost predatory growl.

"You're even more beautiful than I'd thought."

Heat blossoms on your cheeks and between your legs at his generous praise.

His eyes have darkened significantly, and the look in his eyes is feral.

"Get on the bed."

Your eyes flicker behind you to his large four-poster. "On y-your bed?"

He suddenly pulls you to his chest, and he bites down on your ear. You let out a whimper, but you're cut off when he tells you to-

"Get on the bed, or I won't be able to control myself."

You stumble onto the bed quite clumsily, and adjust yourself so you're kneeling, your hands fidgeting nervously in front of you. Loki joins you, and he holds your chin and captures your lips, but this time, he's shedding his armor, tossing it somewhere else in the room.

He's left in trousers, naked waist-up, and you can help the shiver that runs through you.

You can feel your heart thumping in your chest, and you're breathing air like you've just gone for a swim.

His tongue slips in your mouth again, and he sucks just hard enough to have you whimpering into his mouth. He breaks away and looks down at you. He grins, and his skilled tongue traces his bottom lip like a hungry wolf.

"Look at you, my little dove. So innocent, yet you're almost completely bare for me."

He leans in close, his voice darkening into a sensual whisper.

"Almost."

You feel your stomach twist at his voice and he chuckles, gently pushing on your chest so you lie flat on the bed. He moves his face next to your other ear, licking your skin gently before softly nibbling on it.

He hovers on top of you for a second, seeing your flushed face and chest, before moving to your neck and kissing every inch of cherry red skin there. He alternates soft kisses with sucking and biting, skillfully making you mewl just for him.

You're absolutely gone. You've never felt anything like it. You feel something blossoming in your stomach, like a fire, but one that burns beautifully, sweetly, making your toes curl. You thread your shaking fingers through his hair, and you feel his hand running up your wrist.

But he suddenly slams your hand down above you, and grabs the other as well, holding both your arms above your head.

He continues his ministrations, down your collarbone, onto your left breast, and onto your ni-

"Ah!"

Before you can stop yourself, you feel yourself arching your chest into his face, unable to keep yourself from sitting still.

He smirks devilishly up at you. "What was that, dove?"

"N-Nothing, your majesty. A-About y-your proposition?"

"Ah, well," he crawls up so his face is directly over yours again.

"The first order of business is to drop the formalities," he trails the tip of his tongue over the helix of your ear, effectively reducing you to pants and whimpers. His fingers toy with the garter of your skirt, the last piece of cloth covering your dignity. "Address me properly first."

"Your highness-"

Snap!

You gasp at the sudden sting on your hip from the stretched garter, but the sound turns into a loud moan as he bites down on your ear and growls.

"Call me my name."

If you were shaking earlier, you were practically vibrating now just from his voice.

"L-Loki," you stutter, and he smirks against your ear as he brings both his hands to your skirt and slowly drags it down your thighs, your ankles, your feet, until he all but gracefully tosses it aside.

"Your h- Loki," you test his name on your tongue a second time, it feels foreign, but nice. "What are you doing?"

He grins almost madly, and jerks your legs apart so wide, a shockwave runs through your legs at the sudden cold that hits your soaking cunt-

"I'm going to study you, little dove," he kisses your ankle slowly. "I'll find out what makes those pretty little legs of yours shiver like a leaf in the wind. I'll uncover every dirty little fantasy you'd never admit to anyone, even yourself. I'm going to find out what you like, and I will give it to you tenfold. I will ravish you again, and again, and again, until you're wholly, utterly mine."

Oh, the prince had such sway in his words. It's one of the reasons you admired him so much. Everything he'd say was so intellectual, so intelligent, and though laced with a bit of sarcasm, his voice seemed to lure you in with every word.

Which didn't help that you felt your stomach twisting with every hot breath that landed on your petals.

“Does that quirk my little dove’s interest?” He raises an eyebrow playfully at your flustered state.

“Yes, Loki.”

He smirks before his eyes lower to your cunt, and you can see the glint in his irises. As if he's found a diamond.

Which he might as well have, because Loki wants nothing more than to find out how you taste.

And here you are, spread out for him so willingly, so vulnerable. All for him.

"Look at this," he looks up at you before diving in, pressing a kiss to your petals, and- Norns, what is this feeling? Your toes curl and you let out a whimper into the back of your palm.

He chuckles against your heat, the vibrations making your voice go higher. He pulls away, his chin and lips soaked.

"Do you see this, dove?"

You nod once, your face burning.

"It means you want me, little dove, you crave me." His tongue darts out to clean his lips, and you shudder at the act. His eyes flutter closed, and for a second there's a tense silence.

His eyes snap open, and the fire in his eyes is feral.

You feel another clench- and now you're aware that the origin is your cunt- and your breath catches in your throat.

"I need more-" he grabs your ankles and pulls you closer to his face.

Loki hooks one of your legs over his shoulder and lays your other leg flat down on the bed, and- giving you one last look before grinning sadistically- licks a fat stripe up your folds.

The sounds that leave your throat are unholy. The only thing your poor little head can process is his mouth on you, his firm grip on both your thighs, and your fists clenching the sheets below you.

He alternates between soft licks, slow ones, fast ones, but he doesn’t establish some kind of pattern. He wants to keep you on edge. He wants to see you fall over the peak without you even seeing it coming.

He grips your thighs harder, and teases your entrance with his tongue-

His head snaps up at the utterly beautiful noise that you make when he does.

He likes it.

He does it again, and again, and again- wait, he realizes you’re quieter. Your thighs are shaking, and are you wincing?

“What is it, dove?”

“I-I-I liked it, b-but, could you- maybe- slow down?”

He blinks twice, then chuckles to himself softly. He crawls over you and brushes a little hair away from your face.

“I apologize for getting too far ahead. I couldn’t resist,” he chuckles. “I’ll slow down for you, dove.”

You feel his fingers trace your hip lightly, and you unintentionally flinch, bucking your hips into his.

“So eager already, my dove?”

He circles his fingers around your entrance, gathering your nectar, before sliding them in.

You gasp, and he presses his mouth to yours, groaning into your mouth feeling just how warm your insides are.

“I thought you said you wanted me to slow down.”

You’re unable to think right now. You don’t know what he’s doing, or what you’re feeling, but you don’t want it to stop.

His lips are back at your neck, sucking slowly, his fingers curling inside you until he hits a spot that makes you-

“Ah! Please, Loki!”

He knows he’s sparked something in you. He knows you’re at the edge already.

Which is why he pulls out his fingers.

You whimper at the loss of his digits and your hips chase after them, but he holds them firm in place with one hand as his eyes darken.

“I don’t think you know what you’re asking for, dove.”

You look away. “I don’t,” you meekly admit.

“You don’t. With how pure you are, there’s no way you’d know what I’m going to do to you for the rest of the night.”

He flicks a hand and green light surrounds him. When it vanishes, he’s completely bare. Your eyes land on his cock. It’s big.

But maybe it’s not. You’ve never seen one before.

A snap has your eyes shooting back up to his, and he smirks, knowing what’s running through your mind.

“I asked you here because I want to offer you endless nights of pleasure.”

He hovers over you.

“What I did to you earlier? The blissful state I had you in? That was just a prelude of all the dirty, sinful things I’ve wanted to do to you for so long.”

The last part of his words made your eyebrows furrow. So had he thought of this before?

As if in reply, he gently brushes his lips against yours. His hand comes up to brush your neck.

“I have had my eyes only on you for the past months, dove. No one else. You’re the only one I would ever offer this to. You’re the only one I would ever want to care for, to ravish, to love.”

After taking in a breath, his hand moves down to your thighs, gently nudging them apart.

“I only ask for one thing in return.”

You nod. “Anything, Loki.”

“Be mine as well,” Loki positions himself at your entrance. “Give me this chance to be your mentor, your friend, your lover. Allow me to deflower you in the most passionate way. Trust me with all of you, and I will trust you with all of me. Let me give you what you’ve been missing, because you gave me light when I lost it in the darkness, dove.”

He smiles down at you, and you can just barely make out the unshed tears in his emerald orbs.

“I’d like to do the same for you.”

You smile as well, and nod.

“Thank you,” he breathes out. “Thank you for trusting me, dove.”

He slowly sheathes himself in you, and you can’t help the whimper that escapes your lips at the intrusion. You feel so full, so blissful, but there’s a lingering sting as he goes deeper and deeper and deeper and deeper-

“Hey, ssh, dove, don’t cry,” he coos, your pained gasps stinging his heart. “It’s alright. You’re doing so well, t-taking all of me like a good dove.”

He praises you through it, telling you how good you are for him and how you’re making him feel so good and how he can’t wait to make you feel so good.

“There we go, it’s over, ssh, don’t cry.” He brushes away your tears. “I’m going to move now. I’ll take it slowly, don’t worry.”

He pulls out until only half of him is inside you, then pushes back in a little less slowly. Slowly, the painful burn slowly turns into one that makes your legs shake and your cunt clench, and makes you see stars in your eyes. He can hear the change in your voice, and takes this as his cue to move a little faster.

You’re a mewling, moaning mess for him and he loves it.

“It drives me insane that you’re so beautiful, yet I’m the only one to ever grace my eyes on you. Do you know how much power you’re trusting me with? I could break you so easily, I could- ah, fuck- I might take advantage of your kindness, yet you trust me with all of you.”

He takes your legs and pulls them around his waist, pushing deeper and harder into you.

“But I can never do that. I could never do that to you, dove. What you’ve given to me-” he kisses you briefly, “-it’s a blessing from Valhalla. I could never take advantage of you for that. You’re too precious. I love you too much to do that.”

Those three words, combined with how good he’s making you feel, bring tears to your eyes.

“I-I love y-you, Loki,” you whisper into his lips.

“I love you too, with all my heart, dove.”

He kisses you once again, before his hand finds your folds, rubbing your clit, and bringing you closer and closer to the edge-

“Please never let anyone see you like this. You’re mine. You’re mine, dove, and I’m yours as well.”

“Loki, I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours-”

It’s an endless chant that seals your deal as the both of you get lost in the feeling of each other.

The moon is high in the sky.

Loki’s hands seek out yours lazily, rubbing circles into it for a minute before he turns you around to face him as he brings your hand to his lips.

“You get more and more beautiful every second I look at you, dove.”

Your cheeks heat up and you hide shyly into his chest. He chuckles, and lifts your chin with a single finger to press a kiss to your nose.

“You’re still as shy as you always were, no matter what you say. Or are you just a really good actress?”

“M’ not,” you mumble against his lips. “Almost broke character when you snapped my skirt. Gets me every time.”

Loki quirks an eyebrow playfully, before laughing and shaking his head. “Doesn’t it feel great to look back on the old days? When you were just a pure, naïve little dove who would obey my every whim?”

He rolls over so he’s on top of you. He grasps each of your arms in his and inhales the scent of your hair.

“Not that you aren’t still one now. You caught me off guard with how great of an actress you were. Stuttering like a sweet little bird, just like you used to do back then. Makes something tick in me, makes me want to-”

He playfully growls and nibbles your bruised neck, and though you love when he does that, you whine softly.

“Later,” you push him down so he’s on his side, facing you. “Wanna sleep. You tired me out a lot.”

“I’m sure I did,” he chuckles, pulling you to his chest, pressing one last kiss to your lips.

“Now, sleep, you deserve it. You’re always so good for me, my perfect little darling dove.”

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What It will Be Like to Date Peter Parker

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-Peter making sure you eat during every single mealtime and that you’re drinking enough water, you doing the same thing especially if he has a long day.

-Him being overprotective if Flash and his friends are picking on you or if a guy looks at you in a dirty kind of way.

-If a guy is talking to or looking at you, he protectively wraps his arms around your waist or hugs you from behind, and kisses your cheek while saying how much he loves you.

-When Flash is picking on you, Pete will always stick up to you even if he’s scared himself and he hates seeing the love of his life being hurt.

-You calling him “babe” “honey” “Petey” “my hero” while he calls you “baby” “darling” “my everything”

-Peter taking care of you when you are sick (even if you do protest that he shouldn’t get close to you and that he can get sick as well) and he brings you your favorite soup with some of your favorite Disney movies as well as your favorite hoodie of his.

-When he gets sick (wherever that’ll be from you or himself) you bring him chicken noodle soup along with some of his favorite movies (which his Uncle Ben introduced him when he was younger) and just enjoy each others company

-You both have late/ deep talks at night time especially if either of you had a long day and you need some reassurance

-You and Pete hanging out with Ned and MJ during lunch breaks or sometimes after school at Mr. Delmar’a then at one of your guy’s places.

-Him giving you his hoodies cause he knows how much you love his scent (which is lavender with a bit of cinnamon) and he always loves seeing you all happy when you wear it.

-Peter taking you out on cute little dates and being the gentleman that he is (all thanks to his Uncle Ben and Aunt May) he always pays for you, despite you saying you can pay for it, and opening the door for you.

-Peter taking you to the same location(s) from your very first date and kissing you for the first time in the most loving way possible and vice versa of course

-You say “I love you” first and Peter gets all shy while smiling the biggest smile he has ever done and saying “I love you more than you’ll ever know Y/N and I’m planning on making you happy every single day of our life together.”

-Peter giving you a promise ring on your guys anniversary and promising you, “Y/N Y/L/N, I promise I will choose you over and over and that you will be my number one in my heart till the day I die and I swear to you, I will find you in the next life and I will make you happy there as well. Wherever you go, I go. You own my heart and I swear I take care of yours and I will protect you from every harm possible. Whenever I think of my future, I always imagine you in it. I promise you I will marry you one day and give you everything you ever wish for.” You happily accept the promise ring while happily crying.

-You healing up his cuts and bruises while asking him where he gets them but he doesn’t tell you the truth, so you just drop it because you know he’ll tell you when he’s ready

-Peter not telling you that he’s Spider-Man right away because he’s trying to protect you and doesn’t want the bad guys finding out about you and using you against him.

-Pete telling you that he’s Spider-Man and tells you why he hasn’t told you right away, you just stay silent and give him the biggest hug ever while saying, “I understand why you didn’t tell me right away but thank you for telling me and I promise I’ll keep your secret.” “I know you will baby and I swear I’ll protect you with everything I got.”

-Peter watching you in awe while you are asleep in his arms and he’s happy knowing that you’re safe and sound in his arms

-Peter and you graduating high school with really good grades (thanks to Pete helping you and tutoring you in lessons that you don’t understand)

-You both going to the same college and doing good there as well

-You both eventually get married and have 2 children together (both being named after people who mean a lot to you)

-Peter retiring as Spider-man so he can spend the rest of his life with his soulmate and his beautiful children

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